Lucy in the Sky

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Copyright © 1996

As I write this, it is the beginning of a harsh winter here in New England. Already, snow covers the ground and vicious winds cut into my face as I go to the mail box to get the old-fashioned snail-mail. On the top of the pile is a letter with a return address that instantly ignites inner flames. I am transported back to summer, to a time that was warm, for more than one reason. I run back to the house, sit in front of my wood stove, and contemplate the envelope. Before even opening it, I want to enjoy the clear and palpable recollections of that day in August.

Lucy is a friend who I don’t get to see very often. She’s a tiny woman, maybe just five feet tall and 95 pounds, bright red hair, very pretty with unusually large breasts for her small frame. We were roommates and great buddies in college, but now she lives in New York City, and my business rarely takes me to her vicinity; in fact, I do my best to avoid going into the Big City. When we do get together, it is usually for only an hour or two over lunch. So it was, with both anticipation and trepidation, that I accepted when she invited me to spend a long weekend at her parents’ camp in the Poconos. A lot of family would be there, and I wasn’t sure if I would fit in. I wasn’t even sure if Lucy and I would really hit it off like we did so many years ago. Having a lunch date is not the same as being together for several days!

I drove my cute little Miata down to pick her up, and then we headed west on I-80. It’s amazing how quickly the urban, domesticated sprawl turns into the untamed forests and hills of northwestern New Jersey. As we tooted along with the top down and the wind mussing our hair, I asked Lucy what had led her to invite me on this trip, when we hadn’t done anything like this before. She kind of danced around the question, talking about how we really should have done this years ago. But I could tell she was being evasive. So I pinned her down with a direct question: “Lucy, something is going on, isn’t it? Are you trying to match me up with someone? Because if you are, I think you should let me in on the game plan. I don’t like surprises.”

OK, I admit that this isn’t always true. In fact, I usually do like a surprise. It gives me a tingle. But I guess I was trying to keep some amount of blustery equanimity as we headed into her family’s pressure-cooker (or so I pictured it). I didn’t want the awkwardness of a blind date to be piled on top of everything else. I guess I was a bit fragile, so I wanted to forbid her from playing the matchmaker.

It’s kind of in my nature to think that I have things like this figured out, so I was most surprised by Lucy’s response to my somewhat confrontational remarks. “Oh Sue, that’s not it at all. I can see how you might have thought that, and you’re are right that there is something going on. But it is not about matching you up, it’s about matching me up. There is going to be someone else there, and the idea of seeing him has me going crazy. I invited you to be with me so that you can help me through this thing. I was being selfish about it, and I should have told you what was happening.”

It took me while to get Lucy to tell me all about this guy, but I think I can summarize it by telling you that Lucy has three siblings. The oldest is a brother, and he has a best friend named Chet. To hear Lucy tell it, he must be a clone of Robert Redford. She has had a gigantic secret crush on Chet since childhood, but instead, he had flings with both of Lucy’s older sisters. Those relationships simmered down many years ago, and Chet has remained a close family friend, almost a second brother to all the girls. Because of the pseudo-familial role that he has, Lucy has never told anyone how much she desires Chet-it seemed almost incestuous to her. Plus, he has been married for many of the intervening years. Since the whole thing makes her nervous, she has tried to avoid being around him as much as possible. His family has their camp next to Lucy’s family’s place, and when she knew he would be in residence, Lucy would find an excuse to stay away.

He had been divorced for several years, and Lucy decided that she couldn’t let this infatuation fester anymore. This was the weekend that she wanted to act on her long-suppressed passion. At the very least, she needed to tell him what had been going on for her. Who knew what would happen after that. My role was to be there for her to confide in, to support her and to egg her on if her determination flagged.

“Why me?” I asked, and she answered, “When we were in college, I could talk to you about these kinds of things, about crushes and desires and….. even sex. Since then, I really haven’t had someone that I could open up to like that. I’m sure that you remember some of that. You know, it was the Sexual Revolution, and we were kind of wild and crazy.”

“Oh yeah,” I responded “gaawwdd, I’ll bet anything that you remember that night when your date and mine switched beds in the middle of the night. They thought we never even knew the difference,… that they were surreptitiously Duatepe Escort getting to put another notch on their pistols by fucking an extra girl that night. They assumed we were just a couple of dumb bimbos. But we knew all along, and it was probably more fun for us than them. They were scared silly that they would get caught.”

“Yea, my guy was so jittery he couldn’t get it up Until I gave him a 20 minute blow job.”

Well, the rest of our drive was full of reminiscences that were even more bawdy than that one. We hadn’t been prim and proper ladies back then, and I had done my best to keep up that tradition in the 20 years since. It turns out that Lucy hadn’t done the same. Her infatuation with Chet started to get in the way of her other relationships with men, and many of those courtships had ended quickly and badly. In a way, she had been saving herself for Chet, even though he had been “verboten” because of his marriage and his role in Lucy’s family. There was a lot of importance riding on what was to happen this weekend. I could see why she was excited and terrified. It was no accident that our conversation had drifted inexorably into the theme of the wild sexual experiences of our youth. This lady was charged up with unrequited passion. Whatever happened this weekend, I knew it would lead to the unleashing of these pent-up emotions, and then Lucy could finally go on with her life. I was grateful that she had included me in her plans, such as they were. For in fact, she really didn’t know what exactly she was going to do, just that she was going to do SOMETHING.

If you’ve read any of my other stories, you know that I can be easily aroused by the thought of uninhibited sex. And so our conversation in the car about the “Real-Life Sexual Adventures of Lucy and Sue-Coeds on a Mission,” had me kind of fired up, and I could feel the sticky secretions moistening the crotch of my panties. But now I knew that there was to be no hunky blind date for me on this trip (I know, I know, before I was ragging on Lucy for being a matchmaker, and now I’m complaining that she hadn’t gotten someone for me to play with…. there is no satisfying me, is there?).

My lustful mood was interrupted when we drove into the area surrounding the so-called “camp.” Jeez, talk about an understatement. I had somehow pictured a little cabin on a lake, with bare-bones facilities, maybe even an outhouse, Coleman Stove and Aladdin Lamps. Since I figured we were roughing it, I had even packed my sleeping bag (which took up almost half the trunk of my Miata). Well, was I wrong. The road going into the place had big signs saying “members only,” and then we had to go through a guarded gate, where Lucy showed a membership card. Eventually, a mile of narrow (but well-paved) road took us through a verdant golf course, and then up to the “lodge,” as Lucy called it. It was really a magnificent white clapboard building which reminded me of a smaller version of the Grand Resort hotels that have all-but-disappeared in New England. In front of the hotel was a large square of perfect grass, where Lucy said they held bowling games. This was not the picture that leapt to mind when I thought of bowling, but Lucy insisted. As we drove past the Lodge, a series of clay-surfaced tennis courts were on our right, and the lake was on the left…., then a series of beautiful old homes that bordered the lake. None of these could have been less than 15 rooms, and they were impeccably maintained. I would have called them small mansions, but Lucy insisted that they were known to all as “camps.” This was a protected enclave for the old-money rich, and while it all was tasteful and restrained, I could not help but visualize that even the branches of the trees were dripping with the uncountable wealth. When Lucy told me the names of some of the home-owners, I found that many of them were easily recognizable-governors, socialites, robber barons of the past and present. The kind of names that are etched in marble slabs on the sides of university buildings. Now I was intimidated about this weekend for another reason; the idea of meeting famous people scares the dickens out of me…..

Finally, we pulled into the driveway of Lucy’s camp. Perhaps it wasn’t the largest camp in the resort, but it was impressive and tastefully appointed, inside and out. I had my own room on the second floor, looking out over the lake. The view was incredible, with a range of rugged-looking peaks rising above the expanse of unbroken forest. A few hours from New York City, and it seemed as if we were ensconced in the outbacks of Montana or Alaska.

Shortly after we arrived, dinner was served…, and I mean that literally, as the family had brought along their cook and maid, who brought us our impeccably prepared meals at the broad dining room table. Within the formal atmosphere created by this setting, I became acquainted with all the family members-Lucy’s parents, and her siblings, all of whom had brought along their “significant others” (none of them were currently married). After dinner, we all Escort Duatepe adjourned to the screened-in porch, where we feasted on the glorious sunset and made plans for the next day.

Apparently, it was customary to spend the morning partaking of the various athletic opportunities, and so, before I had a chance to think about it, I was assigned to compete in a little tennis tournament, playing doubles with Lucy. I’m not very good, but everyone said not to worry, and there was extra tennis clothes and a racquet that I could use. So much for free will. I was now a cog in the family vacation machine.

As we rocked in the comfortable chairs watching the last tendrils of orange and purple disappear from the clear sky, a newcomer was welcomed onto the porch. Even before I was introduced, I could tell that he was very much at home with the entire group, so it was no surprise to discover that this was the famous Chet. And although Lucy may have glamorized him a bit, he was much as advertised-tall, blond, handsome, articulate, and charming. Lucy started to get giggly, but I kicked her lightly and gave her a stern look, and she made an effort to be more of a grown-up. When Chet and Jock (that’s Lucy’s brother…, what a yuppy name…, in fact her sisters are named Amber and Ashley!) announced that they were planning to hike up to Pinnacle Rocks the next afternoon, I instantly sensed an opportunity, and chirped in that I’d love to go for a walk too, that’s what I came to the wilderness to do. I gave a meaningful look toward Lucy, and she agreed to join the group. The boys muttered something about it not being a “walk,” that it was a difficult climb, but I wasn’t going to be put off. Eventually it was decided that Jock’s girlfriend, Dawn, would come too. When the gathering broke up to head to bed, Lucy pulled me aside and let me now that she was not certain she was in good enough shape for the hike, but I took her meaning to be that she was nervous about being with Chet, so I wouldn’t let her off the hook.

The next morning, we started in early with the tennis tournament. It was very warm, and within minutes, I was perspiring heavily. Since I really was not playing up to the standards of the rest of the competitors, I spent a lot of time chasing balls. After a while, I noticed that our match had attracted a large and growing audience…, certainly more than it deserved. During a changeover between games, I whispered to Lucy “How come there are so many people watching us play? Hardly any of the other matches have any spectators at all.”

“You’re amazing,” she answered, “you really have no idea that you are the reason for our crowd! Did you notice that almost all of the people watching are men? Now look down at your chest.”

When I did, I realized that my sweat had made the borrowed white tennis blouse almost transparent. And since I wasn’t wearing a bra (I almost never do, and I hadn’t even brought on with me on the trip), my breasts and the blunt pink shape of my nipples were publicly displayed. I’m sure that when I tried valiantly to chase down a point, I was getting a lot of bobbing and weaving. Lucy pointed out that displays like this were not typical of the straight-laced modus operandi of the resort. But for today, I was an exception to the rule that was being appreciated by the fans of my pathetic tennis game. A fleeting moment of embarrassment crossed my mind, but then I took a “what the hell” attitude about the whole thing, and spent the rest of the match flaunting my body. Occasionally I rubbed the strings of my racquet over one of my nipples, or leaned over to pick up a ball, waving my ass in the direction of an admirer. Interestingly enough, my tennis game improved markedly, perhaps because I saw the sport as having more than one level of challenge. I started to feel a familiar tingle of sexual excitement that came from the naughty thrill of exhibiting to these strangers. Lucy gave me a wink and said “you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Oh yes,” I responded, “I’m thinking about all the hard-ons that I’ve provoked, and the fantasies that are being spun by all these repressed male psyches.” She slapped her racquet hard (and playfully) on my rear, getting a good laugh from our audience.

After the tennis, we showered, and I could only wish that there was enough time for me to fully relieve the heightened sexual tension that had grown inside me. As it was, I could only tease myself with a few rushed caresses through my slick labia, with my finger and then with the hard, rounded bar of soap. My clitoris was hard as a bone, and my lips were puffy, but I would have to wait until later to take the time I needed to satisfy my persistent hunger, for I could hear Lucy calling for me to hurry. So I put on some hiking attire, and the three girls packed a lunch, while the boys studied the maps, packed up blankets, cameras, and binoculars, and tried to rush us along. Traditional gender role stereotypes prevailed here. Eventually the five of us set off on a trail behind the lodge building.

Now it was Duatepe Escort Bayan midday, and even hotter than before. The trail was very rugged, showing little signs of regular use. Jock said that this was beyond the capacity of most of the guests at the resort, so we would certainly see no one else along the way. Lazing along the beach front was the customary activity for the afternoons. For us, it was grunting, panting, and sweating, with little breath left for talking. Eventually, I got my second wind, and achieved a sort of trance-like rhythm. Most of the time, I followed behind Jock, and the view of his butt cheeks and thighs clenching and jiggling were adding to my heightened sense of my libido.

Then, suddenly, Jock’s foot slipped on a patch of greasy moss, and his ankle turned over. He fell to the side and then backwards, and I blocked his slide. His ankle was badly sprained. Chet suggested that he drag himself a few more yards up the trail, to a spot where a large stream crossed the path. There was a pool of beautiful water nestled amongst the boulders and trees, and Jock sat with his injured foot dangling in the cool water while Dawn rubbed his shoulders and fussed over what could be done. Chet and Jock concluded that an hour or two of cooling the ankle in the stream would help, so we left Jock and Dawn there with their share of the rations, while Lucy, Chet and I continued onwards and upwards. For the purposes that I had in mind for the afternoon, five was a crowd, but three was… well something else.

Lucy was now following Chet, and every once in while she would look back at me with a kind of glazed look. I guessed that her close-up observation of Chet’s cute butt was having an effect on her libido. Now I noticed Lucy had copied my fashion statement from this morning; she had dressed without putting on her bra. Since her breasts are much larger than mine, they swung around freely as we scrabbled up the terrain, which was becoming more rocky. Eventually, we broke though the tree line and emerged onto the bald peak. It was fairly flat up there, and the stony surfaces were worn smooth by the centuries of harsh weather. The sun beat down through the windless air, and we were surrounded by the 360 degree panorama. The lake seemed so many miles away; I couldn’t believe we had come so far. The surroundings seemed so isolated, so timeless, so secret… as if we could see the world, but the world had lost track of us. The feeling of freedom and enchantment filled my soul, and I without willing it, I found myself bounding around on the low outcroppings of rock, acting out some improvised pseudo-tribal dance. I began yelping and hollering, hearing the amplified echoes that reminded me of my enchanted night at Lake Powell (see Sue’s 20th: “Kachina”). My hair flailed around my head, slapping against my neck in sweaty ropes.

I suddenly remembered that I had company up here, and when I glanced over at Chet and Lucy, they were looking at me strangely, like I was a Martian. I stopped my dancing and walked back over to them. We talked about it, and it turns out that when Chet went mountain climbing, he had a kind of personal tradition of sitting quietly looking out into space, kind of a transcendental meditation. I asked him if my dancing and celebrating interfered with his doing his own thing, and he admitted that he found my way of celebrating to be “interesting.” I guess that this was a high compliment from a dyed-in-the-wool yuppy. Then Lucy said that it looked like more fun than sitting still, so I grabbed her hand, and pulled her into my dance, where we stretched our arms, and chased imaginary fairies, and generally lost all our inhibitions to the goddess of the sun. Chet finally joined us, tentatively at first, but eventually with more enthusiasm. An entrancing effect took over, and Chet and Lucy seemed to gravitate toward each other, driven by some primal force of nature. They started to circle each other, eyes locked on each other as their movements became more sensuous. Their attention was not on me, so I took advantage of the opportunity to strip off my wet clothes, flinging the garments and boots onto the rocks to dry. Normally, they might be shocked by my nudity, but they seemed not to notice! I continued my liquid dance for a while, then I stepped up behind Lucy and raised her hands straight up into the air. Leaving her arms like that, I reached down to the hem of her tee shirt and quickly pulled it up over her heaving breasts, and then all the way off. Chet was mesmerized, and Lucy offered neither encouragement nor resistance.

So I circled around behind Chet and stripped off his shirt, just as I had done for Lucy. Then I reached down to his pants and unbuckled his belt, then slid his loose shorts and boxers down to his ankles. He lifted his feet so that I could get them off completely. Looking at Lucy, I could see her eyes filled with primal fires, as she eagerly took in the view of Chet’s naked body. Her hands came up to her breasts and started to knead the meaty flesh. So I again returned to her rear and pulled down her pants. Now they were both nude, except for their hiking boots. Although I had removed mine, it seemed like too much of an interruption to try to take off their footwear, for they were both transported deeply into erotic trances. I was enjoying being the facilitator, the servant of their long-repressed desires.

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Big Dicks

This is the latest in a long line of written reminisces but the first of its kind. I’ll explain.

My name is Lucas and yesterday, I turned ninety-three. For those of you who didn’t do well on the SAT, that means I was born in 1926. I’ve lived a long and eventful life. My children, their children and now their children love to sit around with me whenever we’re together and listen to my tales of travel and adventure, accomplishments and occasional failure. In my youth, I worked as a field engineer for an international trading company. My job took me to many places around the world, some nice and others, not so nice.

When I was home, I regaled my wife and children with grand tales about my latest assignment. I was not reluctant to embellish my stories to excite my listeners. My actual experiences while traveling, aside from seeing almost the entire civilized world, were quite boring – hotel rooms, restaurants, conference rooms, bars and an occasional strip club – none of which made for much of a story. My wife, Emma, knew my actual reality and approved of my exaggerations for the children. After all, they made for good stories.

My daughter, Lucy, is my biggest fan. Her brother, not so much. I think he saw through the hyperbole to the reality. Lucy, however, lived in a world of fairies, princesses, castles, kings and dragons and would sit for hours listening and asking questions.

Emma and I had some things we liked and others we avoided. I was fascinated with human female sexual anatomy and Emma was eager to help. She frequently gave me detailed descriptions using a mirror and live demonstrations and I became an expert in what bothered her, what pleased her and what gave her orgasmic experiences that were off the charts.

Emma and I had been through some tough times but we always recovered, happy and lucky to be alive. We managed to defeat the depression and World War II but cancer was too much and Emma passed after thirty wonderful years together. It was devastating for me and I never remarried.

Lucy eventually married and had children of her own. She didn’t give up her fantastical world. She passed it on to her daughter. Jamie became my most ardent audience. Even after I retired, I continued to tell my stories. The stories became my reason to continue. Watching the joy on my grandchild’s face as I rambled warmed my heart. It never reached that one place that ached for my lost Emma, but it was enough.

With Jamie as my new biggest fan, I was able to recycle some of the old stories, with even more embellishments, and add new stories of places and events I had never seen or experienced. Jamie, with encouragement from Lucy, wanted me write down the stories so they’d be around to read to her children after I couldn’t tell them myself.

My great granddaughter was born in 2013. I was eighty-seven years old. I realized then, that I wanted to tell her the stories but that I might not be around when she was old enough to hear them. After all, how much time did I have left?

I began to write the stories. I shared them with Lucy and Jamie. They edited them and gathered them into a large volume Jamie kept on her mantle. Lucy kept a second copy. They told me the stories were a family tradition and they didn’t want to risk losing them.

As I said, I’m now ninety-three and I lived long enough to read some of the stories myself to Kate, Jamie’s daughter.

Soon after I began writing, I realized some of the things I saw and did, were unsuitable for children. I hadn’t related any of them to my family, not even Emma, but they were part of my history and, I thought, important enough to be written down as well. Cevizli Escort Just not read by anyone while I was alive.

Let me relate an example. Remember, I’m inclined to embellishment, exaggeration and outright fabrication. What I’m about to tell you suffers from all three but there’s always some underlying truth behind each story.

When Emma died, I went through a bad time. I wasn’t sure I could live without her. I’m sure it troubled my family and friends and they went to extremes to raise my spirits. I’d always been comforted by touch, either touching someone else or being touched by them. Without Emma, intimate touch was missing, not satisfied by the hugs and kisses from my family or the handshakes and back patting from my friends. I think Jon, a neighbor, figured out my dilemma. He had seen Emma and me many times over the years hugging, kissing and holding hands. One afternoon he came over to my place with a couple of beers and sat on my porch with me. He suggested that I find some volunteer activity to occupy my time and he had the perfect opportunity.

He told me the over fifty-five, residential community on the other side of town was always looking for people to come over and spend time with the residents. He told me most of the residents were older widows that craved conversation with men as much as I wanted contact with women. He suggested I take a checkerboard with me and drop by.

I took Jon’s advice. It turned out he was a genius. I drove to the facility and went inside with my checkers under my arm. After introducing myself to the administration, I sat in a large common room and met several attractive and well-developed ladies. Just looking helped my mood enormously. One woman, her name was Emily, noticed my checkerboard. I asked her if she played. She did, so we moved to a small game table, set up and played several games. My presence didn’t go unnoticed by the other residents and our games were constantly disturbed by ladies coming over to introduce themselves or watch.

The afternoon went quickly and I enjoyed it so much, I went back the next week. Emily was waiting and we played checkers all afternoon. Interruptions by other residents continued most of the afternoon as well. The next week, Emily suggested that the noise in the large room was distracting and we should find some place quieter to play. We left the room together. I had the checkerboard under my arm and I’m sure everybody thought we were just seeking a quiet corner to play undisturbed.

Emily led me to a section of the facility designated as independent living and a small apartment where she lived. We did play checkers. She checked me out and I checked her out. She didn’t hesitate. As soon as the door closed, she took my cheeks in both hands and kissed me. It took me by surprise and I guess it showed. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked.”

“No. No. You did something very right. It was just that I didn’t expect it. At least so quickly.”

“So, you know why I brought you here.”

“Well, I was a little suspicious.”

“Are you okay with it?” she asked.

I answered her by putting the checkerboard on a table and kissing her. In the process, I added a little tongue to see how fast she really wanted to go. She wanted to race. She took my hand, led me into her bedroom, sat me on her bed and stood in front of me while she undressed. She undressed quickly. No long, drawn out striptease. Just get the clothes off before anyone changes their mind.

Emily was at least ten years older than I was but you’d never guess by the condition of her body. She had a few extra pounds in all the right Escort Cevizli places but nothing wrinkled or folded over. Her breasts sagged somewhat but in an inviting way and her thighs and ass were perfectly proportioned with the rest of her body. Her pubic hair was gray and plentiful and I could see puffy labia peaking from under the untrimmed point of her triangle. She did a pirouette. “Still okay?” she asked.

“Better than okay,” I offered.

“So what are you waiting for?”

When I didn’t respond quickly enough, she stood me up and began to unbutton my shirt. She managed to remove my shirt and t-shirt, undo my belt buckle and my zipper and push my pants and underwear down below my knees faster than I could have done it myself. She pushed me back on the bed, removed my shoes and socks and pulled my pants, including my underwear, off my legs. We hadn’t been inside her apartment for three minutes and we were both already naked.

I’ve never been a quick draw kind of guy but I was already beginning to show my interest. She looked with intent at my growing erection and exclaimed, “Oh. That looks yummy.” A half second later, she was on her knees beside the bed with her lips wrapped around little Lucas.

She wasted no time. A minute later, she was straddling my hips and slipping me inside her as she sat down. I reached up and grabbed her tits as she rode me. I’m ashamed to admit, I lasted less time than it took to get that far. I had years of stored up semen and she got all of it in one go. I thought I might damage myself as I pumped until I hurt.

Emily froze on top of me as she felt the pressure of my release. When I finished, she rolled off and lay alongside me. She ran her fingernails through the hair on my chest, kissed me tenderly and asked, “It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?”

“Too long. I should apologize.”

“No need to apologize. I was horny as hell and I needed to get it out of my system before I burst. No more hurrying, I promise.”

Hurrying was the last thing from my mind. Recovering was right on top. I was in new territory. I wondered how long it take me to reconstitute and give her a proper fucking.

We lay there, quietly for several seconds. Suddenly, Emily reached between her legs. “Ugg. I’ll be right back,” she said as she leapt off the bed and headed into the neighboring bathroom. While she was gone, I wiggled around until I was centered on the bed. She came back with a warm, damp washcloth and proceeded to wash my listless cock and balls until they shined. She tossed the washcloth in the direction of the bathroom door and lay down beside me.

“That’s better. All spiffy again,” she said.

She ran her fingernails around my nipples and I played with her breasts and further down her torso. When I couldn’t reach further, I moved down her body and began to run my fingers through her pubic hair and around the small protrusion I found there.

Her reaction was perfectly on cue. She inhaled sharply, held her breath and quivered before letting it out. Knowing I had the right spot, I increased my attention. Her legs spread. The more I moved my fingers around her clitoris, the more spread her legs became until she brought her knees up reflexively.

That was my opportunity to move completely between her legs and replace my fingers with my lips and tongue. She squealed loud enough to wake the neighbors who I hoped were out in the common area with all the other residents. With my fingers free, I used them to separate her swollen outer labia, move some stray hair away to avoid irritation and began to slide them inside her. I pressed two fingers Cevizli Escort Bayan on the front surface of her vagina, exactly behind where I was pressing her clitoris with my tongue.

I wiggled my fingers and tongue in concert. Her body reacted involuntarily to the simultaneous internal and external pressure. She began to shutter and shake. I used the weight of my head and my other arm to hold her as steady as I could while I continued to stimulate her. I used light movement of my tongue on her clitoris while increasing the pressure with my fingers while rubbing her G-spot. I thought her next wail might alert the first responders down the road.

I felt the increased lubrication from her glands as they attempted to decrease the friction with a thick fluid. She was shaking with repeated orgasms but I could feel something larger building. I kept up the attention until she stiffened and several ounces of thin milky white liquid flowed from along side my fingers and soaked my hand and chin. It was sweet and almost odorless.

It was several minutes before she calmed enough to talk coherently. “What the hell did you do to me?” was her first question.

“I was there but only you really know. Whatever you felt, whatever you experienced were yours alone. I was just providing guidance.”

“Bullshit. I have no idea what actually happened. I’ve been sexually active since I was fourteen. I’ve had thousands of orgasms and nothing like that has ever happened to me before. Not even close.”

“I’m glad I could help,” I said.

“You’ve done more than just help. You’ve created a monster. I want that feeling again and again after that but not right now. You’ve done it for me once and no one else has. I want you to ‘play checkers’ with me again. Soon, but not too soon. Next week would be nice.”

We spent the next two hours in close physical contact. Emily embraced me tenderly, like a long-time lover and I slipped against her breasts and rested. Sometime during the time together we made love. I recovered nicely. Emily did wonderful things with her mouth and I mounted her several times, in several positions, before I came a second time. She admitted to several orgasms but reminded me as we parted that we still had a date to play ‘checkers.’

I went back the next week to play ‘checkers.’ I went in a side door and directly to Emily’s apartment. Emily was waiting for me. I discovered she was wearing a one-piece smock and no panties or bra. We had sex twice and in between we stimulated each other orally. Emily had numerous orgasms, some spectacular, but none reached the level of last week’s experience. Even without a ‘checkers’ experience, Emily wanted to spend time with me.

The next week Emily introduced me to Sally, a good friend and another of the widowed residents living independently. During our conversation, I became aware that Emily had shared more than my name with Sally. Specifically Emily shared her ‘checkers’ encounter with me.

Emily explained that she had been researching her experience. She found that only few women ever had a similar experience and, for most, it never repeated. She wasn’t happy about her prospects for a repeat but she was determined to find a way, even if it meant finding another source. Meanwhile, she wanted to know if I could repeat what I did to her with Sally hoping she would have similar results. Sally was eager to know as well.

Sally and I tried for hours. Afterward, Sally told me she had experienced orgasms unlike any she had ever had but nothing like Emily described. The absence of the flood of womanly fluid confirmed her assessment.

At home, I thought about the situation at the elderly facility. I had no control over who else Emily might tell about her experience and who she might conscript into service in pursuit of her obsession. I concluded that ‘playing checkers,’ while satisfying, was risky and I shouldn’t pursue it.

My volunteer time was at an end.

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Meet Me in St. Louis, Stud Ch. 02

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Rick stepped in unison with my gait, and we made our way to the room I’d purchased for us, for the weekend. We walked quickly to the door, not saying a word about the elevator experience. I took the plastic key card from my back pocket and slid it into the lock, and watched as it lit up a small green circle and made an electronic ‘click’. I opened the door of the room and held it for him. He paused, only for a second, looking at me. Then he stepped inside and I was right behind him.

He stopped several feet into the room and looked around. It was a suite; half of it a bedroom the other half a kitchenette with a full bar. The bed was huge; and I expect he was gazing at it the most. I stepped in closely behind him and wrapped my arms around his middle, pressing my lips to the back of his neck. I whispered, “You and me, Rick. We’re alone and together, and have nothing stopping us from whatever we may decide to do.” I heard you breathe a sigh and then you turned to face me, still encircled with my arms. We looked deeply into each other’s eyes. Then I moved closer, kissing you on the mouth gently. It seemed for that moment we were both under a spell of sorts.

Despite your maneuvers in the elevator, it seemed that now you’d become somewhat rigid; nervous at our seclusion. My nose came to your chin as we faced each other, and I looked in your eyes and said, “C’mon bro…let’s get a drink over here first.” I stepped over to the bar and fingered the different bottles as I asked you what you’d have. I knew from our many internet conversations that when you drank, it was normally beer. You shrugged, saying you’d have what I was having. I chose the Smirnoff and hoped that there might be some O.J. in the refrigerator. There was. You leaned against the granite countertop on your elbows, watching as I made us each a tall screwdriver. I probably made them too strong. I turned back to you and handed you the drink, holding up my glass to click it to yours.

“To being with you”, I said. As your glass touched mine you replied, “And to being with you.”

I wondered if you might me questioning your judgment at this point, asking yourself how you ever imagined that you’d be able to go through with this. True, I pushed for it; I’d pushed hard and had begun to have nearly the same effect on you as you had on me via our ‘net communications. I was smitten, and wanted you to be as well. I smiled, hoping to ease your mind.

“So…how was that, having a cock in your mouth again?”

“It was…good. It was fucking hot, just doing something so crazy and spontaneous in the elevator like that. I, I just couldn’t help myself when the thought came to me.”

“So, you hadn’t planned that?” That Çengelköy Escort right there made me think you might not be as tense with all this as I’d thought. “That’s pretty impressive, Rick. Damn, that’s awesome that you were, that you were that turned on.” Or at least wanted to make that impression, I thought. Hell, who gives a fuck. It certainly wasn’t a time for me to be analyzing.

This was my chance to be with you, finally. And I was planning on making optimum use of our time. I came closer to you again and said, “I want you badly, and I don’t know how long I can wait, babe.” My mouth was only inches from yours, once again. I felt your hot breath and smelled the vodka over the juice scent as you exhaled audibly. Setting down my glass I brought my hands up to your face, touching your head behind your ears. I slid my fingers under your warm hair and pulled you to me, erasing those last inches between us. Our lips met again, harder this time. I pushed my tongue in between your wet lips and tasted you again. I wanted to hold you so strong; to leave no doubt in your mind how much I wanted and needed this.

The counter separated our bodies. After feeling the warm insides of your mouth again, I pulled back and came over to you, taking you back in my arms and pressing my body to yours. I felt a distinctive bulge in your pants as I merged my clothed pelvis with yours. I reached down with one hand and let my palm glide over your hardening shaft, touching you softly there. My tongue delved further into your mouth; my desire growing so strong I could hardly bear it. My words were hot and ardent as I whispered into your open mouth, “Come to the bed with me, baby. It’s my turn. I want to make you come.”

We stepped as one over to the sumptuous bed, and I began unbuttoning your shirt. I let it hang open and admired the peek I was getting at your chest before I pushed it off your smooth shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I then reached for your belt, and deftly unbuckled it. Then I began to unbutton your fly and you stopped me, holding my small wrists in each hand and said, “Now, I’m not getting naked alone…let’s get you undressed too.”

I smiled and said “Oh yeah, please do”, as your hands went to my shirttail and pulled it up. I raised my arms and it came off easily, leaving me bare-chested in front of you. Then your hands went to my jeans, pausing to cup the swelling lump under the denim. You squeezed me, like you had in the elevator. I felt an electric tingle shoot through my whole body, and I was instantly rock-hard. My heart rate increased noticeably, and I let you slide my jeans over my hips. I pulled each shoe off by stepping on the Çengelköy Escort Bayan heels with my opposite foot and lifted my legs enough to make my jeans fall past my knees. I stepped out of them and was now only in a pair of grey boxers, my fully erect dick poking straight at you.

“Your turn, stud”, I said as my hands returned to your pants. I unzipped, and then pushed them down just as you’d done to me. You stepped out of your leather loafers and slid your legs out of your pants. Your cock was like a length of bulging muscle, only held back by the tight fabric of your boxer briefs. I took you in my arms again, crushing our bare chests together and pulling you down with me onto the bed. More kissing. Our hands roamed over one another; the heat of our mutual ache rising fast enough to make me aware of the sweat forming on various parts of my charged body. I pushed you onto your back and moved in tightly against you, attaching my mouth to your neck for a moment. I knew I couldn’t leave a mark, and I wouldn’t. But I sure as fuck wanted to! I sucked lightly at that spot on your neck before I began to move down your body.

My mouth found one of your hard nubs and I suckled it instinctively, determined to taste you and experience you just as I’d imagined with every post I’d answered yours with in our sexual role playing. I wanted to feel everything we’d written about, well, everything that was possible. As I sucked on your small hard bump of a nipple you groaned, letting me know that you liked it. I heard your voice, soft and breathy, saying “Oh Curt…yeah man, that’s so nice. Your mouth is so nice. Go down, Curt.” There was almost a pleading quality in your voice. I began moving down again, trailing my tongue along the rift that separated your abs. As I reached the elastic of your underwear, I looked at you and saw as you watched me. I knew you wanted to see me take you into my mouth.

“Do you want me to suck you, babe? You want your slut to blow you and make you come?” I smiled, wanting you to know that if you echoed those words back to me it wouldn’t hurt my feelings in the least.

“Yeah, Curt…suck me, slut. You’ll be my cumslut for real now, babe. Pull it out and suck it till I shoot.”

I pulled at the waistband of your shorts with both hands, pulling them off in one movement after you’d raised your ass up off the bed. I flung them to the side and marveled, as we were now face-to-cock. The same cock I’d stared at on my monitor as you yanked it, letting your fist slide up and down the whole length of it; pumping it to the webcam as I watched and jacked myself; you always determined to shoot big for me. Now, I could smell you. Escort Çengelköy My mouth watered as I hovered an inch above your cock. You grasped the base with you hand and aimed it at my mouth, saying again for me to suck you.

I opened my lips and covered the swollen purplish head with my mouth, and then pushed forward, feeling you slide in and fill my mouth with your man-ness. I wanted to gasp; I was so amazed. You groaned again, much more loudly than before as I engulfed your dick with my mouth. I felt your hand touch my head, holding it lightly as I began to slide my mouth up and back, slicking your fat cock with my saliva. I reached for your balls, and fondled them gently while my sucking became more ambitious. With each movement of my head I felt you jerk ever so slightly, and I knew I was pleasing you well.

My hand rolled your balls as I sucked greedily at your meat, wanting so much to taste the prize I would win. Your hips rose slightly, and at that time my hand left your balls and went farther down between your legs. I found the small opening that lay waiting for me. I touched its puckered surface. It was smaller than my fingertip. I gently pressed against it as I sucked on your throbbing cock harder. I didn’t attempt to push it inside you yet; my mouth was too busy just yet to lube my finger. But I kept pressing it against you, knowing that it was an incredible sensation.

Your other hand went to my head now, and you became a little more intense about holding my head there. I sensed that you were close, and worked your cock with my mouth, my lips squeezing the velvet shaft, my cheeks sucking inward against you. Your voice was getting stronger as you moaned, and before I was ready to be finished, you said you were coming.

“Oh fuck…” That was all you managed before you sucked air into your lungs and held it as your churning balls released and I felt the warm fluid I craved splashing into my mouth. The first shot spurting onto my tongue, the second hitting the back of my throat. It tasted so good, and I couldn’t help moaning as your dick got off in my mouth. I swallowed eagerly, not wanting to stop even when there was no more ejaculate. I savored the taste of you, wanting to soak up all your flavor; wanting to leave nothing behind. Your semen was more intoxicating to me than I’d imagined. I wanted to taste you more! I made a soft whining sound as you pried me from your sensitive softening dick. I released you, and lay my head on your tummy, feeling it rise and fall as you breathed heavily.

When you caught your breath you rewarded me verbally as well, saying that it felt so incredible; how you loved the way my mouth felt on you. I could only agree, and say that my mouth was yours, any time you wanted it.

“Anytime, stud. Fuck, I probably loved it more than you did!”

I kissed your warm skin and lay my cheek against you, feeling satisfied through your satisfaction.

You chuckled and said, “I seriously doubt that. That was one hot blowjob, stud!”

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Salesladies Dilemma

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Jolene had never heard of a salesclerk making a house call but that’s what happens when you screw up a sale for the company’s biggest client. Mrs. Sanford is definitely a bitch but she’s a rich bitch and she is use to getting her way. When she called Jolene’s boss to inform him that she had fitted her wrong he told her to go make it right.

As she pulled up to the gated mansion at the top of the hill Jolene thought, she should look for the Cerberus because she knew she was entering the gates to Hades. The servant who opened the door and then coldly told her to wait in the hall was even haughty but then she probably made more than Jolene did so maybe she had the right. She eventually led her to Mrs. Sanford’s dressing room door, knocked for her and left. She stood there waiting with her bag, should she knock again, no she better wait. Finally, she heard ‘Enter’ and opened the door to a room larger than her apartment. Mrs. Sanford was standing dressed only in her bra her panties and garter belt, the very ones Jolene had sold her. She defiantly had a presence about her and one would almost expect the need to bow before her. Her dark hair contrasted with her alabaster skin as it framed her strong face but it was her blue eyes that you noticed first. Jolene guessed her art teacher would have called them cerulean and she could not remember ever seeing eyes of that shade. Those very eyes were now peering at Jolene and they were hard and cold.

“Mrs. Sanford, I’m Çatalca Escort sorry if I caused a problem, I am here to…”

“I don’t want to hear it, come here and look at how this bra fits; I will not wear something like this.”

To Jolene the bra looked to fit perfectly it was not pinching her sides, her breasts fit the cup size; she wished she could afford to wear bras that fit as well.

“Again I’m sorry Mrs. Sanford if you could just tell me where it is that you are uncomfortable I’m sure…”

“I’ll show you oh yeah I’ll show you. Take off your blouse I’ll show you.”

With the clients anger rising Jolene didn’t hesitate to remove her top as she tried to remember if she even wore a clean bra today.

“See the bra you chose for yourself gives you all this cleavage.”

With this she plunged her fingers between Jolene’s double Ds to indicate what she meant.

“But the bra you chose for me, see no cleavage, just because I chose to remain a B cup does not mean I don’t wish to look voluptuous.”

At last, here was an issue that Jolene work with and she explained how a push up would indeed give her some cleavage yet at the cost of comfort. Jolene searched for the right bra from her bag as Mrs. Sanford removed hers. She glanced up to see her pert breasts standing at attention her nipples red and hard. Now not only did she wish she had her money she wished she had her breasts also. This woman was Çatalca Escort Bayan close to fifteen years older than she was and yet her breasts stood up and firm without even the need for support, whereas she even wore a sleep bra to keep hers off her belly.

“As a lingerie salesperson I know I shouldn’t say this but your breasts are so beautiful in their natural state, you shouldn’t even wear one. Here let me take off mine to give you the comparison.”

She took off her bra and walked up next to her to show how she sagged next to Mrs. Sanford’s breasts standing tall. When she got too close their nipples bumped after she picked up her breast to show how much they drooped. The rubbing of nipple against nipple made them both give an involuntary moan and Jolene jumped back in surprise.

Jolene couldn’t believe how just that touch had sent shock waves down her center and by the look on her face; she could sense her client felt the same. To ease the tension she changed the subject,

“I also brought those silk stockings we talked about, would you like to try them on?’

Mrs. Sanford’s thought were elsewhere but she nodded her assent and then sat on the bed expecting Jolene to assist with putting them on. Jolene knelt at her feet and when she picked her foot up to take off her present stockings, Jolene noticed a damp spot on her panties and she already knew she had a matching one on her own.

“You’ll like Escort Çatalca how sexy these will feel on your legs; I just wish I could afford to wear silk. I knew you’d like this garter belt it fits tight around the hips and won’t ride.”

Jolene held her thighs as she unhooked her old stockings and as she put on the new ones, she continually caressed her legs as she rolled them up. Jolene was so close she could smell Mrs. Sanford’s scent and she knew she was as hot as she was.

“My but your panties are damp, allow me to slid these off and we’ll get you a new pair.”

Just to make sure the woman would know how naughty Jolene was she kissed the wet spot stretched tight against her slit. When she heard the moan, she threw caution to the wind and put her lips up to the ladies’ crotch. By the time she finally got Mrs. Sanford’s panties off she knew she was hers to do with as she pleased. She spread her legs and put her mouth on her clit causing the woman to shudder in orgasm. After another two mind altering climaxes Mrs. Sanford begged her to stop, as she was afraid she might faint. Jolene stood and kissed her on the lips just to give her a taste of her own pussy, and then she went to her bag to retrieve a new pair of panties.

By now, Mrs. Sanford had regained some of her upper crust ways and once again, they became salesclerk and customer.

“I will try your ideal of not wearing a bra but if I find it uncomfortable you will have to come back to give me another fitting.”

“Better yet why don’t I just come back this Friday to double check on how everything is working out?”

Jolene was writing her new Friday appointment in her calendar as she left and once on the street she said to herself,

“Ah yes another satisfied customer.”

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Los Cinco Hermanos Ch. 11

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Chapter 11

Wherein a soft screw preludes a trip to Avalon and inspiration for a movie

Author’s note: this is part 11 of a 12-part story arc which I’ve put under Group Sex (see Chapter 1). Like all my stories, it begins with character development and in this case, over several chapters. The chapters can have the elements of a number of different categories and I will try to give advance warning. This one is primarily Group, Bi/Lesbian, Fantasy and Nonsexual touristy-type story. And a gentle reminder: this is all Fiction — Willing Suspension of Disbelief recommended…

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Morning came way too early.

I woke up curled up in front of Aaron, leaking down my thighs with his monster cock wedged between my butt cheeks. I must have gotten truly twisted somewhere in the last couple of weeks, because I was lying there seriously contemplating how to get that “pound of flesh” into me.

He had been the consummate gentleman the night before. I’d grabbed a shower before going to bed, mostly to get the chlorine off, and he joined me, doing a wonderful job of scrubbing my back — and just about everything else. I came, standing in the shower with my hands on his shoulders and his face in my pussy.

Then he gave me a thorough and gentle massage. Vicki was right… he really knew what he was doing. In fact, he did it so well, I fell asleep in the middle of it. Which is why, this morning, I woke to lascivious dreams and a desire to have him in me.

Now, Sandy takes the cake for being able to be over-the-top, but I can be pretty determined, too. Especially when it comes to sexual pleasure. I reached back and found his cock with my hand and bent forward a little, trying to guide it to my slit.

It was too damned long.

So I hitched myself up a little farther in the bed and leaned out some more, trying to line him up. Which is when he spoke.

“May I help you with that?” he asked and lifted my leg, gently spreading my lips and guiding his very turgid member into me.

Oh. My. God. I gave a heavy sigh as I settled down onto him. He felt so damned good! He was about the same thickness as Dave, but longer and with a more pronounce flair to his glans, and God, was it rubbing me in all the right places! I let him pull me back into him as he started a slow, methodical, drive-me-crazy stroking.

“Are you into a long, lazy fuck?” he asked. “Or do you want a blow-you-out-of-the-bed cum?”

“The first one,” I mumbled through my soft gasps as he drove into me.

He adjusted his stroking until he found the depth I could most comfortably take, then reached his hand over my waist and hip, letting his fingers trail across my mons, gently pulling at my lips and clit.

Oh, God, did he know how to stretch it out! He had me humming like the bad transformer outside my condo, and it wasn’t going to pop any time soon. This was long haul, how much pleasure can you take type fucking and he was very, very good at it.

“God, Aaron, you’re marvelous,” I mumbled. “How’d you ever get into porn?”

“University,” he told me with nary a pause in his excellent, excellent fucking.

“University?” I iterated, confused.

“I was scraping my way through, no scholarships or financial aid, working bartender and bouncer and any other odd jobs I could find, trying to get a B.A. in Liberal Arts. One weekend, a few of my buddies and I were doing our version of an orgy — four girls and the four of us guys — at one of the guys’ trailers and one of them told me that hung like I was, I should make porn films. I didn’t believe him until one of the girls concurred. I told them I would probably freeze up on camera, and besides, I had no idea where to start.”

“One of the girls offered to hook me up with a producer friend of hers. Turns out she was turning tricks to get through school and found the acting a lot less hassle for a lot more money. So I let her talk me into it and I was talented enough, it paid my way through my Bachelor’s and my Masters in Art History. I kind of got too busy doing shoots — and then commercial advertising — to go for my Doctorate.”

“Well, I would definitely say,” I smiled, “that I’m getting fucked by a Master.”

“Not at the moment,” he answered with a slightly more serious tone than I was expecting. “But would you like to be?”

I had to think about what he meant… which was a little difficult with his hefty package slamming me into Oblivion. Then the lamp lit.

“If you’re talking Master/Slave,” I told him, “no thanks. A little light Dom/Sub, B&D maybe, but not the heavy stuff. And besides, for BDSM, Sandy’s your girl.”

“Fair enough,” he agreed. “Is it okay with you if I cum?”

“I’d like to get off a few times before you do,” I told him honestly.

“Okay… and afterwards, do you want to get off a few times before the next one?”

The Next One??? Um…

“Define ‘next one’, please,” I told him.

“The second, third, fourth time I orgasm, and so forth,” he answered.

“You Çapa Escort can do that?”

Okay, I’m a bit naïve in some areas, in spite of the way Los Cinco Hermanos introduced me to the whole object of their attention scene.

“Sure,” he assured me. “I have to pretty much be able to cum on cue when we’re filming.”

“I’m not a job to you, am I?” I was suddenly suspicious.

“Oh, no!” he told me. “Hell no! You’ve got a warm, slick pussy that’s pulsing on me and doing some really nice things to my head — both of them. You are definitely not a job!”

“Can you make me cum on cue?” I really wasn’t sure how this On-Demand thing worked.

“Not make,” he told me, “but certainly encourage you to get off.”

“Then yes, I’d like a couple of cums before you do, each time, for as many as you want to have. I am more than happy just like this, but I’d also be happy reduced to a pile of orgasmic mush.”

Aaron was as good as his word. He’d build me up slowly, between fucking me and diddling my clit and nipples until I was ready, then take me over the top with a fast and furious fucking that damn near made me pass out. And he’d do it two or three times before he’d let himself cum. When he finally did, it was fantastic. He’d get this low growl started just before everything tensed up, and then he’d spasm, hard, filling me with his hot seed until it was dripping out of us.

Absolutely fan-fucking-tastic.

We were still at it when Molly came looking for us.

“Jerry wants me to remind you about what he said about not sleeping in too terribly late,” she told us. “The Wardrobe Department is now officially open.”

Aaron and I managed to get disentangled and showered in fairly short order. Then we went looking for everybody else. It turned out that Jerry had a couple of racks of vintage clothing down in the Studio and people were already pawing their way through the available outfits.

Aaron cut me loose, explaining that he already had his tux for the night, and went to talk to Jerry while I joined Sandy, Vicki and Ginger at the racks. I picked out a bare-backed gown with a halter-type bodice in black satin and matte silk, which was form-fitting to the hips, then flared out to the floor. A mildly sequined jacket to go with it and I thought I was good to go. Until Jerry broke out the jewelry selection.

I think he was trying to make me shit myself. His suggestion for me was a diamond necklace with matching earrings. When I asked him to confirm they were costume, he assured me they were not.

$175,000 not.

“So don’t lose them, okay?” he smiled as he offered the set to me. “They were one of my mother’s favorite sets and I think they will look stunning on you.”

“Is this what we’re wearing to go sailing?” I asked, indicating the outfits everyone was trying on.

“Not at all!” Jerry laughed. “We’ll pack them up and take them with us… we can change onboard once we’re done with the sightseeing, before the ball. For sailing, wear something loose and comfortable, that will protect you from the sun and wind, and that you don’t mind getting wet.”

“Oh, I don’t mind getting wet!” Sandy called over from the rack of clothes… she was still browsing. “Is Aaron coming with us?”

“No, but I’ll meet you there,” he told her. “And speaking of which,” he turned back to Jerry, “yes, I’d be willing to help you out and right now I have to bail. I’ve got a meeting this afternoon before we head out to Avalon. So I’ll catch you later.” He held out his hand and Jerry shook it, then with a wave to everyone else, Aaron left.

“So who’s coming along again?” I asked as we piled into Jerry’s limo for the drive to Marina del Rey.

“Me and Ginger, Dave and you, Paul and Sandy and Ron and Essie. Jackson and Molly can’t make it,” Jerry explained. “We’ll meet Pam and Auggie, and Vicki and Aaron there this evening. They’ll take the ferry. We’re taking Oneiroi.”

“What the hell is an O-Neery?” Sandy piped up. “Sounds like somebody whose cow started a fire.”

“The Oneiroi were the three sons of Hypnos, the Greek god of sleep. They represented the three kinds of dreams — Morpheus was the god of dreams, Phobetor was the god of nightmares and Phantasos was the god of false dreams and illusions. In this case, Oneiroi is the name of my boat.”

“Oh…” Sandy seemed a little confused and a little entranced by the way Jerry could reel off Greek mythology as though he were living it. For my part, I was impressed by the incredible intelligence he kept throttled down around us, and I was willing to bet both he and his sister were certified geniuses.

When we got to Marina del Rey, Jerry wound his way through a confusing maze of wharves and parking lots until he got to one where he stopped.

“Okay, folk, we walk from here,” he announced and we all piled out, following him out onto one of the piers extending into the harbor. It didn’t take long to find his “boat”… a 70′ long Kurt Hughes trimaran.

“Aren’t Çapa Escort Bayan you supposed to call this thing a ‘ship’?” I asked Jerry, looking at the sleek, white craft before us.

“Actually, it’s a ‘vessel’,” Jerry smiled. “The rest of it is open to debate and I don’t. Get aboard and stow your stuff in the lockers below. Ginger, get coffee going — you know where everything is. Dave, help me secure the mooring lines. We’ll motor out of the marina, then raise sail.”

Those who knew what they were doing got going and the rest of us got out of their way. I was incredibly impressed, regardless of what you called this vessel. It didn’t take long before we were skimming our way over the water, headed for Santa Catalina Island.

For my part, on the pretense of going to the galley for a mug of coffee, I did a little prowling and was surprised at how incredibly roomy the boat was. It could sleep eight comfortably, had plenty of lounge space across from the galley, an impressive communications setup including radar and GPS, a fresh water shower in the head and even a place for a rubber boat — Jerry called it a Zodiac — hanging off the stern. See? I even picked up some nautical jargon, like “galley” for the kitchen, “head” for the bathroom and “stern” for the back end of the boat.

There wasn’t much swell as we crossed the Pacific headed south towards Two Harbors. Jerry wanted to show us several attractions in the area before sailing on down to Avalon. At the risk of sounding like an ad for the place, there’s a lot of things to do on the island.

For land-based activities, there’s zip-lining for an aerial view of the surrounding waters, hiking and backpacking up to high terrain for a similar view, and bike or bus tours of the island and its beaches. Water-based attractions included glass-bottom boats, kayak tours, sailing, semi-submersible submarines and so forth. Diving and snorkeling are treats unto themselves, with a wide variety of underwater landscapes, flora and fauna.

And then there’s the flying fish. No shit. I thought Jerry was joking when he told us about them, but honest-to-God they showed up around us as we got nearer the island and were flying all around us. I mean seriously, they can leap out of the water as much as 30 feet and can glide nearly a mile. It is absolutely the weirdest thing I have ever seen. Weirdest natural thing, I should say. As in, not man-made.

We had an absolute blast all day and it only got better that night. Jerry moored in Avalon Harbor and called for a water taxi to take us to the Casino, where the Ball was being held. It was a bit of a zoo below decks as we all tried to get ready in our 1930’s attire, but we managed it, knowing we’d have to “fix our faces” and so forth once we got on land.

We met up with Pam, Vicki and Aaron at the Catalina Coffee and Cookie Company and I got introduced to Augustus, Pam’s husband — and it was definitely a treat. He looks a lot like Sir Patrick Stewart, bald with a silver goatee and definitely had my hormones tugging in his direction. Very trim, twinkly blue eyes, a luscious laugh, and God, did he rock the tux! And Dr. Pam knew I was gawking.

“See something you like?” she teased me, sidling up next to me and putting her arm around my waist.

“You know I do,” I told her in a low voice. “Just because I’m on a diet, doesn’t mean I can’t look at the menu.”

“Who said you were on a diet?” she asked, and that stopped me in my tracks.

“Are you implying…” I drawled.

“No,” she stated, putting her arm around me and leaning into my ear, “I’m stating explicitly. Let us just say that after hearing of some of my exploits and based on the pillow-talk, there is definitely a mutual interest. We can talk about it more later, after we get to the Ball.”

“Be still my beating heart,” I smiled to Pam.

“Oh, no!” she answered in mock horror. “Definitely keep beating! Doctor’s orders. No cardiac arrest allowed!”

I had to laugh. After all, she was a doctor… a nurse with a PhD.

“What’s funny, luv?” Augustus asked, turning from his conversation with Jerry.

“Oh, nothing,” Pam smiled. “Beth was simply contemplating having a heart attack and I instructed her not to…”

Auggie, as he had instructed his friends to call him — and he included Jerry’s entire entourage in that definition — looked a little puzzled for a moment, the brightened.

“Please tell me it wasn’t because you shared parts of our earlier conversation,” he pleaded, affecting concern.

“Um, sorry… can’t do that,” Pam smiled, then took my arm and started dragging me towards the Casino.

“If you and Dave want any of this…” she indicated herself and me, “you’d better get moving and catch up!” And with that she basically took over, guiding me through the queue to enter and giving me the basic rundown on where everything was.

I’m not going to get into a History of Architecture lecture here, but if you don’t know what the Avalon Casino is like, Escort Çapa Google it. Seriously. It is absolutely the most gorgeous example of extant art deco I have ever had the pleasure to walk through. For the purposes of the Charity Ball, they had Big Band era entertainment in the form of Dean Mora and his Avalon Ball Orchestra, playing songs from the 1920’s and ’30’s. The food and drink were great, the dance floor was awesome and the view of the ocean from the veranda was spectacular. It was also wickedly titillating — especially when Pam caught Auggie copping a feel.

I had walked out on the balcony, or veranda, or whatever it’s called — I guess they call it a breezeway — that runs around the upper floor of the Ballroom and looks out over both the ocean and parts of the city of Avalon itself. The light breeze was refreshing after several turns around the dance floor with Dave, Paul and Aaron — I hadn’t gotten to Ron and Jerry, yet — and I was leaning out over the rail, letting my tits air out, generally out of sight. I guess my ass might’ve been sticking out a bit because before I realized what was happening, Auggie slid his hand up my ass, then my back, then across my shoulders before he leaned against the rail next to me and smiled, looking down at my cleavage virtually pouring out of the skintight sequined satin dress.

“Hello, Beth,” he smiled and I started to melt. I mean, really… Sir Patrick Stewart six inches from me.

“Hi,” I returned, trying to stuff my tits back in my dress.

“You needn’t do that,” he offered. “I am a great aficionado of erotic art, and right now you definitely qualify.”

I guess I blushed a little. “Thank you,” I told him, “though I think such high praise isn’t deserved.”

“Oh, it’s deserved alright,” he assured me. “I noticed you like to dance, and you’re very good at the vintage dances. I was hoping I might catch your attention.”

“Oh, you caught my attention alright,” I told him. It kind of slipped out of my mouth before my brain could intercept it.

“Really?” he grinned. “As a dance partner?”

“As any kind of partner,” I admitted. Having stuck my foot in my mouth, I figured what the Hell? — I was going to level with him. He grinned even more.

“That is very good to know,” he smiled and reached out to brush some of my errant hair out of my face. “Pam tells me you are a most remarkable woman.”

“I’ve heard that,” I told him, “although I really don’t understand why. I’ve fallen in with a randy crowd who bring out the beast in me… I mean, best. I’m just along for the ride and wondering what rabbit hole I fell down.”

“As I understand it,” he continued to smile, “you are fairly awesome in several areas. Pam says you are the consummate professional, able to teach the most challenging students, an intelligent and well-read friend, able to converse on a wide range of subjects, and that you have the most amazing sexual reactions she’s ever run across — with the possible exception of your friend Sandy. Not to be too crude about it, and… I understand you excite easily and are very apt to have a superfluity of essence — something which, again not trying to be crude — I find very exciting.”

I took a breath and let it out. If I was going to bed this man, imagining what Pam would do as his wife was probably a good start. I was already swollen and ready to start leaking. I decided to chance it.

“Check,” I told him, lifting the front of my dress, facing away from the ballroom.

His eyebrow went up but he only hesitated for a moment before he silently slipped his hand down inside my panties and felt around for my snatch. When he found it, he ran a couple of circles around my clit with his finger, causing me to take a sharp intake of breath. When he moved his hand lower to my slit and parted my labia, I damn near came. Then he inserted a finger.

“Oh, my…” were his quiet words as my juices ran out and around his finger. “That is… incredible.”

“You turn me on,” I told him simply. “Sorry if that offends you.”

“Offends? Not on your life!” he replied, slipping in another finger and feeling around. “And a very swollen G-spot. Nice…”

“You keep that up and I’m going to cum right here, hanging on to the railing,” I warned him.

He didn’t say a word. He just went after my G-spot with his fingers and my clit with his thumb. It was less than thirty seconds before I was holding on to his neck for dear life, my face buried in his tux to keep the moaning as muffled as I could as I came my brains out from his diddling.

“Pam was right,” he told me, still in that soft voice. “You are very… responsive.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” I managed to mutter into his chest. “What gave it away?”

“Would it upset your plans for the evening if I were to ask you to spend a significant amount of time making love with me?” he asked and I knew the answer before he even got the question out.

“I’m going back to Jerry’s with Dave tonight, but he’s never given me shit about sharing with others, so it is, in the polite vernacular, ‘a distinct possibility’ — provided your wife approves. I don’t screw with married couples’ relationships… the only reason I bedded her is because she assured me you would have no problem with it. Hopefully, she’d return the favor.”

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Once we had all got comfortable with each other it was out to the car. Luckily Peter has a large people carrier style vehicle, he says it’s handy for taking his grandkids about in.

That made it feel even naughtier as Louise and I sidled our way into it.

Me dressed in my white stockings and suspenders covered with a long coat.

Louise in her tiny mini skirt and ridiculous stripper heels.

To think this guy uses this car for his family and here we were like a pair of trollops sat in the very back, driving to some woods so that we could let these four guys fuck, suck and generally have their wicked way with us!

The drive was a fairly short one, only about 20 minutes or so and during it, Louise and I teased the guys mercilessly, asking them if they thought they could handle the two of us, if they would be able to satisfy how horny we were feeling and if they had enough spunk for us both to lap on.

The guys responded likewise, calling us teasing tarts and generally having a go at getting us worked up.

They said it may not just be them four as what if some strangers passed by and saw us all having fun.

This got things even steamier as Louise in particular said she was ready, able, and willing to satisfy a battalion of the Scottish regiment if they came by!

On arriving at the woods area, it all seemed clear.

By now it was 10PM and there where no other cars in the area.

If any did show up, chances are that it would be other couples out looking for fun and games. The area has been known to be a bit of a dogging hot spot.

I decided to be very naughty and took my coat off as we got out of the car.

This left me walking from the car park area into the woods dressed just in my stockings, lacy bra and panties set and high heels.

Louise followed suit leaving her jacket off and clip clopping behind me as best she could in her see through stripper heels, tiny mini skirt and see through top.

The four guys followed behind us all sporting stiffys in their trousers already.

Once we got into the woods a little way the fun and games begun.

It started with Louise and I carrying on our exploring of each other.

Slowly kissing and caressing each other. Our hands feeling all over each others bodies in anticipation of a good cocking from the guys.

My cunt was fucking dripping wet as she rubbed and toyed with my tits through my bra. I followed suit by feeling her tits up through the light top she had on.

As we snogged the face off each other, tongues flicking in and out of our mouths and then sticking them into each others ears and lapping at each others faces like demented cats, the guys stood around watching and egging Çarşı Escort us on.

Frank and Peter had their cocks out and were slowly tugging on them, toying with their stiff pricks to keep themselves ripe for us.

Soon the guys started to all unbuckle their trousers and it was time for us to get some meat.

Louise was soon in a kneeling position. Her top off by now and her bare tits being manhandled by Peter as she worked her magic on his rampant member.

As she she lovingly sucked, licked and lapped at his prick, Frank was feeling her up, his hands all over her ass and fanny area as her skirt was hoisted up above her hips.

Soon her panties were being slowly eased and slipped down her long, slender, tanned legs and Frank had his first sight of her gorgeous young shaved pussy.

He gasped as he saw how wet she was and was soon joining in with Peter as she expertly got to work on their pricks.

I was now sat on a wooden bench being pleasured orally by Simon. He worked away on my cunt with his tongue and fingers as Bill licked and nibbled on my tits from his position at my side.

My panties were now off, well I say off, they clung for dear life to my right ankle, hanging desperately around my high heels.

My bra had been discarded and hung over the back of the wooden bench as I sat splay legged for my two lovers to get to work on me.

I had an exquisite view of Louise now kneeling with both Frank and Peter’s cocks in her mouth, both red, hard and poker stiff. She lapped on them for ages. As I watched Simon was really getting to work on my cunt as I did so.

Louise was then virtually carried over beside me to the bench and she sat beside me as the two guys began to work on her in the exact same manner as Simon and Bill did with me.

We sat spread legged on the bench as they licked us out, sucked our tits and took it in turn to deeply kiss us.

Simon loved getting his tongue deep up my wet cunt then coming up for a deep French kissing session, letting me savour my cunt juice on his lips and tongue.

Soon they had developed a system of swapping over and Louise was presented with Bills tongue and lips coated in my pussy juice and I was lapping away on Franks face, savouring the sweet honey taste of Louise’s cunny.

The next stage saw Louise having her skirt completely removed and then her top was off.

She was now nude save for the stripper style heels as she was bent over the back of the seat about to receive Peters cock up her wet twat.

I was kneeling on all fours on the bench facing her as Simon entered me from behind with Frank standing at my side so I could bob my head onto his cock at the same time.

This Escort Çarşı continued with the guys switching places a couple of times, presenting me with their cocks coated in my cunny cream to lick and suck whilst the other replaced the cock in my gaping, sodden twat.

I was wide open and splayed by now, the guys easily finding my sloppy hole and slipping me the full length of their engorged cocks.

I bucked back as best I could, acting the slut for my two lovers.

My white stockings now bore the stains of the forest.

Some rough edges of the bench had snagged my left stocking and a large rip and ladder began to work its way down the length of it. My right stocking was flapping around as it had come adrift from the suspender belt clasp with the frantic fucking I was taking. My suspender belt clasp flapped and slapped around in time to the strokes and heaves of the cock fucking me deeply.

My ass was now reddened and stung from the slaps and cracks that my doggy style pounding deserved. Each of the guys slapping me hard as they shagged me, telling me how wet I was, how much of a slut I was and how they were going to spunk me.

As Peter slammed into Louise and began fucking the crap out of her really hard, Bill had worked his way to the side of her and she dipped her head down and sucked on him at the same time.

We both had spit-roasts going on at the same time and the sight of her bucking back, slobbering over a cock whilst being really pounded hard from behind, sent me over the edge.

I began to climax heavily on Simon’s prick moaning and swearing like a trooper as he fucked me harder and harder.

“Go on fucking screw the shit out of me!” I begged. “Oh Christ I’m cumming. Look at your fucking wife Simon, fuck she’s gorgeous.”

“I know she’s turning into a cock mad bitch!” he said in reply, as Louise bucked and writhed back to meet Peter’s hard thrusting.

By now she was leaning against a tree, digging her nails hard into the bark as she was pummelled from behind in a standing position.

Her taut slim legs bent ever so slightly to allow Peter to really get deep up her steaming young pussy.

“Fuck me hard you randy cunt!” she screamed at him. Peter obliged and the sound of his balls and cock slamming into and onto her was echoing through the woods.

Bill was watching and wanking, sweat dripping from his forehead until she finally let go of her hold on the tree and was shoved forward onto her hands and knees and the two guys really got to work on her doggy-style, kneeling on the woodland floor like a set of rutting deer.

I loved watching her taking a cock length from both ends, her spit drooling all Çarşı Escort Bayan over Bills prick as she begged for a hard cocking and slavered and slobbered over the cock being fed into her willing mouth.

One of her shoes was now off, lying to the side of her, as this gorgeous young wife bucked and fucked like a dirty whore.

Peter slapped her ass hard as he rode her, and she eagerly egged him on with filthy language and guttural moans of delight.

Simon really got into a rhythm as he slammed into me. My orgasm was in full flow and I literally came gallons, my cunt sent hot spurts of juice back onto him and onto his slippery cock.

That proved too much for him and he was soon moaning in delight as he pumped his seed deep up me as I came with him. It was a glorious, a mutual orgasm as he came up me and I juiced all over him at the same time.

Frank was now watching my face intently as he loves the expressions I pull when I am cumming. This and my language began to send him over the edge as well and he announced he was going to spunk up.

“Get It on my fucking face,” I literally screamed at him and boy did he oblige!

He began to unload all over me at the same time as Louise was climaxing her language coarser than a dockers as she begged for more cock and for sticky spunk up her.

Peter was also clearly cumming and he was seeding young Louise deeply as she bucked back like a pro. She really should be on the game!

Frank was now sending ropes and threads of his jizz splashing across my face as Simon’s last spurts shot up my creamy cunny and began to leak out of me, slipping and oozing down my stockinged legs and down onto my heels.

Franks spunking was heavily coating my face and as Bill saw this he began to unload all over Louise.

“Take it you little slut!” he barked as he jetted his sticky goo onto her pretty young face.

Peter and Bill simultaneously cumming up and over her as she screamed and moaned.

She was looking over at Simon telling him how much she loved him but how fucking good Peter was at screwing and how she wanted more cock. All this at the same time as Bill sent spurt after thick spurt of cum flying across her face, tits and neck.

What a sight.

This gorgeous young English wife telling her hubby how much she loved him as two older guys unloaded all over her!

The session was fantastic and as Franks spunking subsided over my face and Simon plopped out of me, I watched intently as Bills final spurts shot over Louise’s face and tits.

The air was thick with the scent of the woodlands and of sex.

Cum and pussy juice coated the night air as we all collapsed onto each other on the wooden bench.

Me with spunk dripping out my twat sitting on Franks lap, cum leaking out onto his thighs as I did so, and Louise and Simon now in a touching embrace as cum glistened on her face and dripped out her young snatch.

At this point we became aware of a rustling in some nearby bushes…

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Master Jakob and Seth Ch. 01-03

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Master Jakob

Chapter 1 – Seth meets Master Jakob and Zach and starts his new life as a slave

Training Day 1 – Saturday

I was on the way to finally start my life as a slave for Master Jakob (MJ). My given birth name was Andrew but as part of the slavery I was given the name Seth. His name is Jakob or Sir to me. He’s 6’4″ tall with brown hair and the most intoxicating big brown eyes I have ever seen. He has big broad eyebrows, a high cheek structure, a perfect nose and a sensual mouth. He’s by far the most hot looking and beautiful person I have ever seen and he has a perfect body frame. As amazing as he looks, there’s a sense of realness to his appearance. He doesn’t have a fake overly worked out muscular body – rather he’s perfectly proportioned in every sense.

I first met him on an online BDSM site. He was living in West Virginia and working in the food services industry as a manager. I was in my last year of law school. We started chatting online and started to connect. We talked for about a year and, although there were ups and downs, we ended up becoming closer. MJ lived with two other close friends Zach, whom he knew from high school, and Alex. When I first started talking to MJ, Zach and Alex were a couple but they broke up soon after. One of my limits to serving was that my slavehood would be kept secret. I did not want to take the chance that my slavehood could get back to anyone in my family or friends and work associates. Right off the bat, that made this a more complicated situation because they’d both have to know that I was a slave. In addition, MJ admitted he also told two of his other close friends Caelen and Victoria. He was not apologetic about it and made it clear than his friends were very important to him and that they would be part of any relationship we could have.

Prior to my commitment, Zach, Master Jakob and I had met and talked through the arrangement. Zach was shorter than MJ but also very attractive with ice blue eyes. Given Master’s insistence that my status be known to his friends, and one of them would be living with us, I at least wanted to meet him. After the meeting, even though I was still concerned about his other three friends, Master and I signed a slave commitment contract. In it we spelled out our understanding of what the relationship would entail. We had been working on it throughout the time we talked online and gotten it to a point where it was acceptable to both of us. Of course, a contract for slavery could not be legally enforced, and either one of us could end it, but it provided a basis of ownership. It also made it clear how finances would be handled. Moving forward from this point I would direct 95% of any money and gifts I receive for any reason to an account where Master Jakob was the primary account holder. While his and Zach’s income was enough to support them, this would allow him to live a more financially free lifestyle. Master would control the account but I would retain access and a card so that with permission or a directive I can access it for his benefit.

I was able to get a moving allowance from my new company to help pay for housing. Based upon our agreement, I transferred the money to Master Jakob who searched out and signed a one year lease on a house. This enabled him to move out of his apartment, which he shared with Alex and Zach. The allowance was enough money to secure a lease, furnish the house and more.

My plane landed on time at noon. It was a clear sunny mid-September day – a humidless 70 degrees. I grabbed a cab from the airport for a 40 minute ride. The taxi pulled up to the address and I got up and paid the driver. He helped me with my two suitcases, putting them on the sidewalk and then drove away. I looked up and saw the house was a one story ranch. Master had told me it had three bedrooms, a partially finished basement with a separate entrance, and a private fenced in yard.

I picked up my bags, walked to the front of the house and rang the bell. Master opened the door and let me in with Zach smiling beside him and Sophie, Master’s dog, tagging alongside them. I shook hands with Zach as MJ said “Put your bags down here for now and let me show you the house.” I dropped the bags and followed him and Zach around as they gave me the tour. I followed respectfully avoiding eye contact and looking down by his feet or at his shadow.

When walking into the house, there was a small tiled area maybe five feet by five feet and beyond that and to the left was the living room. Along the left wall was a fire place. Directly to the right after stepping into the house was a door that leads to the basement and a coat closet. Straight ahead past the living room was the dining room with a large kitchen in the corner to the left. At the end of the living room and before the dining room was a hallway to the left that lead to the bedrooms. Making a left onto the hallway the first room you pass was a bathroom, after that was a large utility room with a washer and Çakmak Escort dryer and an exit door to the two car garage which was in front of the house. On the right side were two bedrooms and straight ahead was a huge master bedroom which had a huge bathroom and a large walk in closet.

There was a door to the backyard out of the kitchen. They showed me the yard as we briefly stepped outside. There was a brick patio extending about 12 feet from the whole back of the house and a big brick barbeque on the right side of the patio. The whole yard had a six foot white fence and after the patio was about a 30 foot grassy area.

We went back inside and he showed me the basement which was basically two big rooms. As you walked down one room was open and finished with walls and a carpeted area with a couch. There was a door to the large unfinished area which had a cement floor. There was an enclosed toilet – which looked old style, a big double slop sink and the floor had a drain. The electrical, heating and AC equipment were also located in that part.

When the tour was over we went back upstairs and MJ said, “We’ve picked out the smallest bedroom for you. I have the master bedroom and Zach has the next biggests. Put your stuff away in the small room and when you’re done meet us in the living room.” I put away my clothes and put the suitcases in the closet and walked back out.

When I got there, he had two objects in hand. The first was a silver links chain with a simple silver ring as the charm. He first told me to strip and then put the chain on me and said, “This is a symbol of my ownership of you. It’s discreet to wear all the time and you are never to take it off.”

The second object was a black leather dog collar. He put that on me as well and said, “You are to wear this whenever you’re at home. You do not need to wear it out of the house of if we have company but always have it on you at all times. This is all you are to wear when you’re inside this house, unless I say otherwise. Got it?”

“Understood Sir,” I replied.

“Good boy,” he said. “Now, go inside the kitchen and prepare dinner. You’ll see the menu on the table.”

I walked into the kitchen and saw a thick folder with recipes and the top page had a sticky note on it with today’s date. It was steak and mashed potatoes. I flipped through the pages in the file which contained cooking instructions and how Master liked each meal prepared and served. After that, I took a few minutes getting acquainted with the kitchen – opening drawers and cabinets to see where groceries were kept.

I proceeded to prepare dinner, starting with setting two places at the table with forks, knives, spoons and napkins then served the meal. After they sat down, I filled my water bowl and placed a portion of the meal on a plate for me and knelt down on the floor next to him to eat on an eating mat he had placed a foot away from the table. I was starved and, using my hands, devoured the portion of steak and potatoes. I was also very thirsty, and although it took me a long time to finish it, I licked the water bowl dry.

When finished, they got up from the table and MJ said. “That was very good Seth. Clean this up and come over to me when you’re finished. I will show you your sleeping arrangements.” I cleaned up as he and Zach went to the living room to watch TV and go on his computer. After drying the last dish, I dropped back down to my knees and crawled to him in the living room.

“Stand up and follow me”, he said as he saw me crawl to him. “You may walk upright at all times unless told otherwise.”

“Thank you Sir,” I replied.

We walked to the first bedroom, the smallest, which was picked to hold my stuff. He pointed to it and said, “This room is yours for show purposes only. You’ll keep your clothes here but this is not where you’ll sleep. In fact, you can not go in here without my permission. The only time you may possibly sleep in here is if we have guests.”

We kept walking down the hallway and when passing the second bedroom he said, “This is Zach’s room – other than cleaning it you should never go in here.”

We took a few more steps and reached his bedroom. When walking into the right was a walk in closet and next to it on the right was the Master bathroom. We stepped into the closet. It was huge – 8 feet wide – with clothes shelving on both walls and about 8 feet deep. As we stepped to the back wall he showed me that it was actually a sliding door – both doors sliding from the center out revealing a small room about 4 feet deep. There was a mattress on the floor with a pillow and blanket. He pointed to it and said, “This is where you’ll sleep. At night, you can pull the mattress out and move it to the foot of my bed unless you’re told otherwise. If you go here during the day keep both the sliding door and the closet door open. There may be times where I will make you come in here and close the doors – if I decide to use this as a punishment Çakmak Escort Bayan or time out cage. If I tell you to get in your cage, you are to come here close both doors and stay here until I say otherwise. Understand?”

“Yes Sir,” I replied.

“We’re also going to set up a place for you in the basement but I’ll explain that at another time,” he said. Then he looked at me and said, “OK, good Seth, you’re done for the night. “You have some free time now but I suggest you get some rest because tomorrow is a big day.”

“Sir,” I asked before he left the room, “May I call my family?”

He stopped, turned around and said, “You can call them anytime you want on your free time. Just so we’re clear, free time can be used to do what you wish as long as it falls within the rules of what you’re allowed to do such as read, watch TV, call your family, or any hobbies that I have approved for you. Free time begins and ends based upon my designation. Free time is NOT idle time – idle time is when you are finished with your assigned chores and not called upon to do a task but have not been given free time. During idle time you are to wait beneath me for your next order.”

I replied, “Thank you, Sir. You are generous to allow free time and I am grateful for how clearly you set out the rules. Thank you Sir.” After he walked way I made the call and talked to my brother Matt and my Mom and Dad. Of course, they had no clue that I just became the property of Master Jakob but it was good to touch base with them and start to internally separate my slave life from my family.

After the call I went back to the closet. I knelt back down and checked out my sleep area. The mattress looked pretty comfortable and it was comforting knowing I’d be sleeping in the same room as him. I was tired but didn’t want to go to be just yet so I pulled out the mattress moving it to the foot of his bed then went out to the living room and just sat on the floor by his feet while he typed away on his phone. He seemed very focused but I could not see what he was doing.

He reached down and ran his hand through my hair saying, “You did well today, Seth. I have waited a long time for you to serve beneath me and I’m proud of you for taking this final step. I will take good care of my property.”

“Thank you Sir,” I replied, “I am honored to have the chance to serve you.” He went back to focusing on his phone but still occasionally running his hand through my head. It felt strange sitting there naked with a collar around my neck, but felt great when he touched me. Being there next to him gave me a sense of comfort. After a few minutes, I dozed off and woke up to Master moving my head with his hand. He smiled down at me and told me it was time for bed. I followed him in to the room and fell asleep again – this time on the mattress by the foot of his bed.

Chapter 2 – Master Jakob gets a new bathroom

Training Day 2 – Sunday

Waking up to my first morning in my slave life was strange and still having the collar on was a reminder of my new place. Lying on the floor mattress I could see the sunlight from outside the closet doors. I stayed there for a few moments collecting my thoughts and then got up to start my day. Master was still asleep so I quietly got out of the closet and went to the bathroom (the one across my clothes room) to pee and wash up.

From the online chats with Master, I knew he may sometimes want to wake up to a BJ but I wasn’t totally sure since he didn’t say anything before going to bed. I decided to take the chance and get back to his room and wait.

His bed was huge (king size which he furnished using the money from my moving allowance) and he was sleeping towards the left edge. I slowly slid my upper body underneath the covers. He was naked and I was able to work my fingers in and slowly maneuvered his dick towards me. Not knowing how he would react was making my hands shake with nervousness but I went on and positioned my mouth. My lips softly touched the head of his dick as my nose filled with the smell of his crotch. The tip of my tongue slid past my lips and pushed against his pee slit bringing the taste onto my tongue.

He started to stir in bed and I remained motionless for a few seconds until his dick twitched against my lips. I slightly parted my lips and took more of his cock into my mouth. I heard him exhale then felt his hand push down on my head causing more of his now growing penis to enter. A sense of relief came over me as he seemingly accepted what I was doing.

As the nervousness went away I started to feel the privilege of being allowed to touch his dick with my mouth. I opened up, softly wrapped my lips around his cock and started to work my tongue around the head. The taste of his pee slit now spread across my mouth as I started to suck his cock. For the next few minutes I moved my mouth up and down the shaft while he relaxed in bed. I kept working my mouth and tongue Escort Bayan until he said, “OK, stop, it’s time to shower”.

He got out of bed and walked into the bathroom. I followed him in and turned on the water to the shower while he peed in the toilet. The shower was a large walk in and easily fit two people. I made sure the water temperature was comfortable before he stepped in. Instinctively, I went to wash him standing up to shampoo his hair and wash his upper body. I could see he started to get hard again as I knelt down to wash his lower body. I worked the soaped body sponge under his feet and between his toes until he grabbed my head and guided it back to his dick.

My mouth closed around the head and my fingers worked the base. He started to hold my head and thrust into my face. His movements weren’t rough but very deliberate and I tried to move with him as he sped up. His breathing got quicker and deeper and he tightened his grip on my head. I felt his cock spasm as he grunted and released his cum inside my mouth. I gagged a bit as he held my head in place until he finished ejaculating. The slimy feeling spread across the back of my tongue. I gagged a second time as he removed his spent cock from my mouth. It felt like I was going to throw up. I tightened my stomach and, even though I slightly gagged again, was able to contain myself. Most of the semen had dripped out of my mouth but the taste was still strong and there was a glazed feeling on my tongue.

He finished rinsing himself in the shower and then stepped out and dried himself off. “Finish cleaning yourself,” he ordered as he walked out of the bathroom, “then make breakfast.”

I finished showering and dried off using the same towel as Master. I wiped up any wetness from the floor and put the towel and his underwear in the hamper.

I next went to the kitchen, and choosing from the menu folder, started preparing breakfast. Hotcakes and bacon were on the menu, served with a glass of orange juice and water. As if nothing had happened, I greeted him as he walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table, “Good morning, Sir”.

“Good morning, Seth,” he replied, “Bring me a liter bottle of water.” He then poured the orange juice from the glass into my bowl on the floor. I knew I had to wait before I could drink it. I would always have to wait to eat or drink until I finished serving him but also, to show respect for having received something that came out of my Master, I would wait at least 30 minutes before putting anything else in my mouth.

I prepared and served his breakfast. I still had 7 minutes to wait before I could eat so I just knelt by his feet. He finished and walked out of the room leaving the mess behind for me to clean. A few minutes later Zach walked in and I served him too. When the time had passed I ate my breakfast and drank the juice from the two bowls on the floor. Biting enough food was tricky but drinking was really frustrating. It was impossible to get enough liquid in my mouth to feel satisfied.

As I was finishing my meal he came back in and said, “Hurry up and clean this mess – I want to get your first training session in before we go out.”

I wasn’t sure what training he had in mind but I stopped eating and cleaned up, then followed him to the bathroom across from the room my clothes were stored in (“my” room). This was a much smaller bathroom than the one in his bedroom. When you walked in there was a vanity with a white countertop to the left, followed by a toilet and a bathtub/shower against the back wall. The fixtures were white and the tile on the floor and walls were different variations of grey.

He had me kneel in front of the toilet and said, “I’m going to train you to be my urinal. You should see this as a privilege and take the opportunity to learn quickly. I will understand at first but my patience will wear thin.”

I knew this was something I was going to have to eventually do but was dreading it and wasn’t expecting it so soon. I just looked down at his feet and said, “Understood, Thank you Sir.”

“First thing,” he continued, “make sure your mouth is clean. Then, carefully undo my zipper or open my pants and pull out my dick. I repeat be very careful at all times. Gently put the head of my dick inside your lips and close your lips around it. This will make it easier for you to swallow while it’s still going in your mouth. Finally, after I’ve relieved myself, wipe off the head and gently put my dick back in my pants. Understood?” “If at any time I want this to happen outside the bathroom I’ll simply say “Seth come drink” Understood?

“Understood Sir,” I replied.

“Do you have any questions,” he asked?

I shook my head no and then he asked, “What else do you think you should do after my bladder is fully relieved?”

I thought for a moment and replied, “Not drink or eat anything else for at least 30 minutes Sir?”

“Well, true,” he replied, but I was thinking more about your show of gratitude.”

“Oh, sorry Sir,” I replied, “I would thank you.” After I said that there was a pause of silence and it became clear he wanted me to continue.

“I would thank you, Sir,” I repeated, because I am not deserving of your waste, Sir and having it in me makes me better, Sir.”

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May Reid Mature Housewife Ch. 02

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Jack and May drove to the Supermarket; May took a couple of pictures of Jack’s advert, then Jack removed it. Jack then drove to his student flat, it was eight days to the end of the month, Jack had to give seven days notice which he did when he arrived at the apartment, May helped him clear his room, May looked at the laundry that needed to be done then said, “Jack, I’m glad that your moving out of this depressing place, you’ll be much happier with me. I will get all this in the washing machine when I get home.”

Jack said, “May, I know that I’ll be better off with you, I must give you some money every month, if you’re doing my laundry then I must pay you for that, can we try and agree on a figure?”

May smiled, then put her hand on Jack’s groin, as she gently squeezed his balls, she said, “Baby, mummy should be paying you for fucking her with your magnificent cock, let’s get to know each other more intimately then we can talk about it, if you help me with things around the house then I’ll do many things for you.”

They tongue kissed, Jack sensed May was horny again, they went back to the Town House for a very intimate session, Jack found out that May loved her ass to be fingered as she had her clit sucked, this gave her powerful orgasms, May said, “Jack, you’re the only one that can make me cum when you suck my clit and eat my hungry cunt, I love it when you do it.”

The next week was terrific for both of them. Jack was studying very hard; he felt he was getting the benefit of staying with May. May was now researching what healthy food Jack should be eating; she was now cooking a Mediterranean diet for him with lots of high-quality Olive Oil, this was dramatically helping Jack’s testosterone levels, he knew that he was producing a lot more cum.

It soon became apparent to both May and Jack that they were both very fond of each other, in bed, they both loved to give the other pleasure, May had been an anal virgin, she had progressed from enjoying her ass being fingered to being ass fucked with Jack’s massive cock. This gave her amazing orgasms as the head of Jack’s cock, stimulated her G-spot, which resulted in unforgettable vaginal orgasms.

On the evening she had helped Jack move in with her, she had written to Alex telling him about Jack, she had written, “Dear Alex, in light of the amount of time that I’m now alone in the House, I write now to tell you that I have decided to take a young student in as a lodger. I was advertising in the Supermarket Notice Board for a second part-time housekeeper, Ann, because of her age can now only do two half days a week. I noticed the attached advert, I then contacted the young student who had placed it, we met initially in the neutral ground of the Supermarket Cafe for a cup of tea, I was impressed, he is in his second year studying Law.”

“We met several times for tea in the Cafe; I learned more about him. Both his parents were killed in a tragic road accident four weeks before his end of year exams last year. I met the Crime Prevention Officer, the one who recommended that we install an alarm system in the House. I told him about me being alone often in the House. He asked for the name of the student then did a check on any criminal record, he has none but has a Police commendation for assisting a Police Officer who Çanta Escort was being attacked by a gang of thugs.”

“Jack, the young student, has now moved in. I feel so much more secure. Jack has promised to help with odd jobs around the House. He’s also excellent company for me. He spends most of his time studying. He does not smoke but enjoys a glass of wine, as he says, he drinks for taste rather than effect. I felt that you should be aware of what I’ve done and look forward to your comments. Regards May.”

May let Jack read the message before she sent it. Jack had been with May when she had spoken to the Crime Prevention Officer, in fact, they had been holding hands, May had explained that his reference would be useful to keep her husband relaxed about Jack staying with her, the Officer knew precisely what was happening and was pleased to give May some assistance.

Jack also had a long conversation with the Crime Prevention Officer about turning the House into a Smart Home now that they had they had the ultra-fast Internet. He took Jack’s email then emailed him many links to apps that could help him make the House more secure.

A week after May had sent the message to Alex, there had been no reply; Jack asked, “May, that’s a week since you messaged Alex, I’m surprised that he hasn’t replied, is that normal for him?”

They were lying in bed after a hot session; May was stroking Jack’s still rigid cock, May said, “Alex is funny, I now don’t care what he thinks, I did the right thing telling him that after I had done much research that you have moved in. You own my cunt now; I’m yours in every way. Alex can’t get it up anymore, I’ve sent him to the top Urologists in the country. He smokes and drinks too much. I know that he still gets aroused but can’t get fully hard, I used to visit his room, I’d give him a little peep show, after I had cum I’d let him eat and lick my cunt clean. He enjoyed that; I’ll make him beg if he wants me to do that again. Don’t worry, you and I are going to have much fun.”

Jack found it difficult to understand this, how could a successful professional man get enjoyment eating his wife’s pussy when he couldn’t get it up her? Jack tried to imagine himself in a similar situation but thought he could do it if it gave his wife pleasure if he couldn’t satisfy her with his cock.

The next weeks flew in, on a Friday morning over breakfast, May said, “Alex will be home tonight, he replied yesterday to my message that you were now staying here, he’s looking forward to meeting you, he has suggested that we go out for a meal tonight, how do you feel about that? He leaves again on Sunday afternoon, but it’s only until Friday then he’s here for another weekend, he will spend here most weekends on Friday evening to Sunday afternoon. In the evening he retires to his rooms, we can continue as we have been doing, you can still share my bed. I’ve also told him that you prefer me in shorter skirts and push up bras as you like my big bosom, Alex is old fashioned and likes the word bosom.”

Jack replied, “May, I’ve no problem with all you say, I’d love to go out for a meal, it will save you cooking. How do you want me to dress this evening? Do you want me to be quiet or engage in conversation with Alex? I love looking Çanta Escort Bayan at your big bosom, will you wear something that makes them look more prominent?”

May smiled then said, “My big tits, of course, I will darling, I’ll wear a blouse and undo an extra button, so you see more of my cleavage. Your home at one today, we can have a good fuck this afternoon, Alex will be here at six, he can freshen up then we can go out. You look super in your blazer and grey slacks, be yourself with him; he’s not a prude, I think that you’ll both get on well together, but do remember that Alex can be very boring.”

May and Jack had a fantastic session; Jack was amazed where May got her energy from, she had an insatiable sexual appetite; she was so greedy for Jack’s cock. Alex arrived just after six; he was dressed in a three-piece suit; he looked every inch the Accountant. Jack was wearing his blazer and slacks; his shoes had a perfect shine. May looked stunning; she wore a jacket and blouse with a very short mini-skirt, you could see the top of her self-supporting stockings, her blouse button was undone, the line of her cleavage looked impressive. May said, “I’ve taken the liberty of booking a table at the Indian restaurant, it’s a minute walk away, he likes Indian food, and I know that you’re partial to it too. Let’s have some Champagne before we go out?”

Jack wondered why May had referred to him as he, Alex declined the Champagne, he had a large whisky instead. Jack soon realised that Alex was an inexpressive person, he kept his thoughts to himself, but he was asking Jack a lot of pertinent questions, Jack answered every question openly and honestly. May was surprised; she sensed that Alex had taken a liking to Jack.

They walked to the restaurant; Jack was a perfect gentleman, opening doors, helping May to get seated. The meal was delicious, after the main course, Alex went outside for a cigarette, he had drunk three large whiskies during the meal. May squeezed Jack’s thigh under the table; May said, “Baby, he likes you, that’s good, when we get home, he’ll disappear into his rooms for his smokes and whisky. Be polite to him, as you have been until we get home then mummy will give you a wonderful fucking as daddy gets drunk out of his mind.”

May lent over, and tongue kissed Jack just as Alex returned from outside, he saw all of the kisses. They then walked home. Alex started to smoke as soon as he got out of the restaurant. When they got back, Alex excused himself and went to his room. May and Jack went to the lounge as there was a film that May wanted to watch. Jack loved to lie on the sofa, kissing and touching May. Saturday morning May cooked breakfast, May had bought a mincer and sausage filling machine, her sausages were delicious, just fresh produce was used in them, no additives or preservatives, Alex loved the taste of them and complimented May on it, saying it was the best Full English breakfast that he had ever tasted. After breakfast, Alex walked to the pup, he lunched and had some supper there, returning just after eight in the evening when he retired to his room.

Jack had studied in the afternoon then May had cooked fresh breast of duck for dinner. They had once again watched television, making love in the lounge later retiring Escort Çanta to bed. On Sunday morning after breakfast, May and Jack went to Church, Alex went to the pup, he had packed a suitcase which he had left in the boot of May’s car. He had asked May if she could pick him up from the pub at three-thirty as he had to be at the airport at four, May agreed to do this.

The Church service began at eleven, as May and Jack were walking in a lady’s voice said, “Good morning May, may I sit with you for the service?”

There was a tall, distinguished lady standing beside them, May then gave her a big hug and introduced Val, Alex’s mum to Jack, telling her Jack was studying Law and was renting a room from her. Val was sixty-nine, she had Alex when she was seventeen, Alex was now fifty-two, she also had a daughter Jo who was forty-eight, the same age as May. Jo was also an Accountant who ran the firms local office; she was a spinster.

In Church, Jack sat in the middle with May on his right and Val on his left. The service finished forty-five minutes later; May had a table booked for Sunday Lunch at a nearby hotel, she asked Val if she would like to join them. Val accepted, they then walked to the Hotel. Val excused herself when they arrived at the table, May told Jack that Val was an office junior who had an affair with Alex’s dad, he was fifteen years older than him, they had married then had a daughter four years later.

It was a lovely lunch, Val enjoyed it, saying that she was living on pre-prepared meals from the Supermarket. She had stopped cooking for herself six months ago; she didn’t feel right saying she must change her eating habits. May invited her for supper this evening, it was just after three, and she needed to take Alex to the airport. Val asked, “Where is Alex?”

May replied, “He is at the pub, I’ve to pick him up there then take him to the airport.”

Val replied, “He is a drunk, just like his father.”

Val gave Jack a hug when May and Jack left her. Jack didn’t go to the airport with May; he had some work to finish for tomorrow’s lecture. In the car, Alex said, “I liked the mini-skirt you were wearing on Friday night when I’m in London, would you like me to get you a shorter one?”

May replied, “I have got a shorter one that I wear in the house for him; I couldn’t go out in public in a shorter one.”

Alex replied, “I understand, I could see your panties on Friday night, they were very tight and highlighted your Camels Toe, do you like him looking at your Camels Toe?”

“Yes, when we’re alone, he asks me to open my legs wide for him, he gets very aroused when I do this.”

Alex replied, “May, I know your sizes, I’d love to buy you some risqué lingerie, would you like me to do that, then I could give you little surprises?”

“Alex, you don’t know my sizes, the first day that I met him, I went on the pill, I still have my period, I didn’t want any little accidents. I’ve gone from a DD cup to a FF cup; he loves my big tits, there still firm and don’t droop. I must be on the pill; he’s filling my hungry cunt with his cock juice three times a day, I love every minute that I’m with him.”

Alex asked, “Is he filling your vagina with semen?”

“Yes, he’s unbelievable, he cums then recovers so quickly, he’s filling my cunt, vagina, pussy or whatever you want to call it with cum, semen, spunk or cock juice every day, when I have my period he still fucks me in my cunt, he loves the warmth of my blood on my cock as he rides me.”

Alex’s cock was hard when he got out of the car at the airport.

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Room With A View Ch. 01

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Sally looked around the crowded room and heaved a sigh of contentment. The fifty-odd year old brunette had been attending a three day seminar for small business owners and investors. The conference was set in an upscale hotel overlooking the beach. Sally had run a workshop on 401K and personal investment plans. She had picked up several new accounts for the company that she and her long-time girlfriend MaryAnn owned.

She had also provided a lot of free advice. Last night she had sat down with a couple on the verge of retirement to discuss their investing for their future. The couple had not been happy with their present advisor’s suggestions and Sally had seen in an instant why. Refraining from making the meeting an attack on that blockhead’s ideas, she had laid out a diversified course of action that would return approximately the same yield but with far less risk. She was happy to do so with only a hug from each of the couple as payment.

However the one drawback to spending all evening with the Larsons had been that she had remained celibate for a few too many days now. She had originally planned to let her hair down last night and get stupid, and get laid. Still, she smiled, the evening had been nice and there was always tonight. She sipped her drink and surveyed the crowd to see who might catch her eye.

As it turned out, it wasn’t her eye that got caught. Sally’s head came up as she detected one of her favorite sounds through the buzz of the conversation around her. It was the very slight rasp of a stocking covered leg being crossed over its mate. She did love that sound, one she often made herself when she was on the prowl. There was nothing like a good, sensuous leg cross with her skirt riding up her still shapely thighs to draw attention to her. It also served to capture her attention. Now, she searched the room, where DID that come from?

With the instincts that had been finely honed by years of being picked up and of picking up others, Sally headed towards the bar. She scanned the women sitting there. Not that one, not that one and heavens above not THAT one. Her eyes zeroed in on a pair of legs at the far end and then drifted up. That was the one. And there was an open stool next to her.

Sally sat down. Drawing her legs up under her a bit she hooked one high heel around one of the stool’s legs and crossed the other one over it at the ankles. She ordered a Scotch on the rocks and took an appreciative sip before letting her eyes drift left and back down to the set of legs next to her.

Hmmm. Two tone brown heels with red backs, not too flashy but the splash of color was nice. Nude stockings covering well formed legs. They were a bit full but Sally preferred them that way. Much better than too skinny. Lush thighs and a garter strap and a flowered stocking top as well as smooth white skin showed below a black skirt.

Still letting her eyes travel up the other woman’s body, Sally noted a red top with black accents covering a generous bosom. Obviously the other woman was full-bodied but once again, Sally appreciated that. Then her eyes met a pair of blue eyes that were laughing behind gold framed glasses.

“Well what do you think?”

Sally was rarely at a loss for words. She met that smiling face with a grin of her own. The other woman was amused, and possibly interested. Sally saw she was just a few years older than herself. That was nice. Sally liked a younger woman, or man, just as much as anyone else did, but someone her own age was a delight to be savored like a fine wine.

“I’d say that I enjoyed what I saw.”

“Good.” replied the other woman. “Because I gave you an inspection myself and I think you are also very enjoyable to look over.”

With that both women laughed merrily. Sally held up her glass and the other woman clicked her own drink against it.

“I’m Sally.”

“Martha.”

“Well Çağlayan Escort Martha why haven’t I run across you already? Are you here for the conference?”

“No, I’m passing through on business. Just stopping here for the night. I was going to head for the restaurant but thought I’d have a drink first.”

“Well I’m glad you did.”

“So am I.”

“Speaking of the restaurant, how about dinner?” inquired Sally.

“Sounds like a lovely idea,” replied Martha, who matched her actions to her words by getting off her stool. Sally appreciated the way the other woman did it, reaching down with one foot and sliding off as she turned towards Sally. That her skirt rode way up was really only apparent to Sally’s approving gaze. Thinking it only fair to repay the favor, Sally matched the blonde’s movements, allowing her own short skirt to display her legs all the way to a glimpse of the black thong she was wearing.

The two women were practically nose to nose after they stood up. Eyes locked and said everything that needed to be said. Martha turned and led the way with Sally right behind her, her fingers trailing for just for a moment over the blonde’s generous rear end.

By unspoken agreement, the two women allowed themselves to be seated facing each other across the table designed for a foursome. They shared a bottle of wine, an appetizer and enjoyed a relaxed meal together. Their conversation was light, amusing them both and giving away really nothing of substance.

That was on top of the table. Underneath, hidden by the linen table cloth, a completely different scenario was being played out. From the moment the women were seated, feet were slipped from heels and quested for each other. Sally slid the side of her foot up and down Martha’s calf. Martha trapped Sally’s foot with a quick leg cross, pinning the searching limb between her legs. A quick grin from Sally acknowledged the point to Martha, but the slightly younger woman responded by sliding her leg back and forth between the ones holding her. Only the two women could hear the subtle rasp of their stockings against each other and feel the electricity of their touches.

The foot play continued throughout the meal. Neither woman gave the slightest hint of the duel taking place under the table. Just as the two finished their meal, sat back and relaxed Sally slid down slightly in her chair. Her leg stretched, the nylon clad foot sliding up the inside of Martha’s thigh. The questing toes brushed over the top of the stocking and over the bare skin before touching, however briefly, between the heavier woman’s legs. A quick wiggle of those toes and Martha barely managed to smother a gasp before Sally pulled back her leg.

“Dessert?” inquired Sally innocently.

“Upstairs I would think,” replied Martha. She fumbled in her pocketbook, turning slightly. Like a magician flourishing one hand to draw attention from the other, she produced a pen and signed her room number to the bill the waitress had discreetly left on the edge of the table. Her other hand slid across the leather seat and under Sally. When that woman lifted almost involuntarily, Martha slipped one finger under Sally’s thong and between her ass cheeks. That finger slipped along Sally’s cleft and pressed for one second against the dark puckered hole. Now it was Sally’s turn to swallow a yelp.

A smoldering look between the pair left no doubt as to what was going to happen next. Both women attempted to stroll but by the time they had reached the elevator their pace was nearing a trot.

“What’s your floor?” asked Martha.

“Four. Yours?”

“Seven.”

“I can’t wait that long,” said Sally as she stabbed the button and the elevator door closed. “In the time we need to get up those three extra floors I plan to have you at least half undressed. Besides, you’re going to love the view.”

Sally Escort Çağlayan flung open the door, Martha following her. Sally closed the door behind them and leaned against it for a moment before taking Martha’s hand and guiding her towards the French doors that led out on to a balcony. She opened them and a salt breeze refreshed the room; accompanied by the low roar of the surf pounding on the sands below them.

“Oh lovely,” exclaimed Martha.

“It gets even better,” smiled Sally. She stepped to a dimmer switch and turned it down, reducing the lights inside the room until they were more than balanced by the moonlight pouring through the doors. Another flick of her fingers and a ceiling fan sprang to life.

Martha sighed in appreciation. Then she stiffened as Sally closed the distance between them in four quick steps and encircled the busty blonde’s waist with her arms and pressed her still trim body against the other woman’s back. Experienced fingers rapidly undid buttons and opened Martha’s red blouse, exposing the white lace bra that barely managed to restrain the heavy breasts inside it. A deft twist on a front catch and those breasts spilled free.

“Impulsive little minx aren’t you?” whispered the blonde. She pretended to cover her breasts with her hands. Since Sally had already filled her own hands with those soft mounds that action trapped the brunette’s questing fingers. “What kind of girl do you think I am?” she mock demanded just before she gasped at the tight closing of the other woman’s fingers on her large brown nipples.

A wet tongue sandpapered its way up Martha’s neck and over her ear. “The kind who is going to enjoy standing in the doorway and enjoying the breeze and the view while I pay her back for her sneaky teasing under the table.

The pair moved as though they were one to the French doors. Martha braced her arms against the door frame, her eyes closing briefly as Sally rolled and tugged her nipples until they were rock hard. A final firm pinch on them and those hands descended over the soft belly to circle the top of her skirt before sliding behind to find catch and zipper. Hooking thumbs caught the skirt and the French cut panties under it and slid them down Martha’s legs until they fell around her feet.

“Heels off,” commanded Sally as she followed her previous action by lifting Martha’s right foot. Once the blonde had kicked off her heel Sally moved to the left foot and the action was repeated. She crouched behind the other woman, her hands drifting slowly up the nylon covered calves. Sally leaned forward and kissed Martha behind one knee, finding that soft secret spot and teasing it with her lips and tongue. She switched to the other knee and did it again, sucking lightly. She was rewarded by a low moan from the other woman and by the flexing of the full legs.

Sally grinned, shedding her own clothing with practiced ease, even in her crouched position. She continued to stroke and lick up Martha’s legs until she was comfortably on her knees behind the older woman. She spread the generous ass cheeks before her face and gripped them tightly. She thought how much MaryAnn would appreciate this sight. Her partner and longtime girlfriend did love a full rounded ass. Sally wasn’t into using strapons but she knew MaryAnn would love to plunge one of her latex cocks into this delicious derriere.

Oh well, MaryAnn wasn’t here. In the meantime; waste not want not and all that. Sally bent and ran her tongue over the full globes and then let her tongue drift down the open cleft between them. She swiped at the tight ring and grinned to herself as she felt Martha jump. She held the full round globes open while she teased the dark puckered opening, wetting it with tongue jabs and licks before she continued down. Then she was crouched between the wide-spread full legs of the blonde. Çağlayan Escort Bayan She rained kisses on both legs, dragging her tongue up the inside of each thigh, starting several inches below the stocking tops. She stopped rising both times when she reached the flowery tops and circled around each leg as much as she could, lapping both the top of the nylon and the smooth white skin above.

Martha was up on her toes now, a sight that Sally found absolutely wonderful. She slid her body between those flexed legs, turning until she could plunge her face into the damp blonde curls. By now subtlety was non-existent. Sally devoured Martha as though the other woman was a plump partridge served up for her. Sally sucked her labia into her mouth and stripped them clean. She buried her tongue up inside Martha and immediately settled down into a rythmatic darting in and out, penetrating the other woman’s dripping pussy. Juices flowed from the blonde and Sally eagerly accepted them, letting them run down her throat.

Speaking of penetration, Sally thought. She had been gripping Martha’s ass tightly, flexing her fingers and enjoying the feel of the full globes. She sought the still damp ring she had been licking and found it with a questing fingertip. Without hesitation she plunged her index finger up into Martha’s ass.

Martha squealed and rose even higher on her toes as Sally’s finger impaled her ass. She danced for an instant and then let herself fall back down, cramming Sally’s finger to the hilt and incidentally jamming the brunette’s tongue so deeply into her pussy that for an instant Sally felt tongue and fingertip touch each other with only the thin curtain wall between them.. Then Martha spread her legs, flexed her knees and began to ride Sally’s face and finger.

“Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhhh,” panted the full bodied woman as she rose and fell on the twin penetrators of her body. Sally held on for dear life, her head tipped back and her body bouncing up and down in time with Martha’s. When Martha rose back onto her toes Sally wiggled her finger around and around and before the other woman could let herself fall again the brunette had added a second finger and spread them in Martha’s ass.

“Oh God YESSSSSS,” gasped Martha as she settled back down on the two fingers and Sally’s busy tongue. “Fuck me, please, fuck meeeeeee.”

Sally spared a moment to look up Martha’s generous body and watched the heavy breasts bounce as wildly as the rest of the older woman. The licking woman was sorry she couldn’t fondle those full breasts but her one free hand had abandoned the rounded ass it was fondling to plunge between her own legs. Sally had three fingers jammed up her own pussy and her thumb was rolling her clit in an ever faster tiny circle. But mindful of the other woman’s request, the brunette managed to slide a third finger into the open ass above her and began to meet Martha’s down thrusts with hard shoves of her arm.

Martha contracted. Both her internal vaginal muscles and her anal ring attempted to slam shut on the intruders driving into her body. That coincided with a barely muffled scream, a violent shaking of the curvy woman and a flood that nearly drowned the woman under her. For her part, Sally slammed half her hand up in herself and crushed her own clit with a raking thumbnail, Her own cry of orgasm was buried in Mart’s pussy but it did have the good result of opening Sally’s mouth all the way for the flow of Martha’s nectar.

When both women had managed to stop shaking Sally pulled herself from under the other woman and stood up. She kissed Martha and guided her towards the still made up bed. Jerking the covers off and throwing them on the floor the duo collapsed onto the sheets. The ceiling fan’s gentle breezes made an effort to cool the flushed skin of the two women as they held each other.

“Wow,” murmured Sally.

“You can say that again,” smiled Martha as she kissed the smaller brunette woman. “So,” her eyes twinkled in satisfied merriment, “What’s next on the agenda?”

“How about moving over enough to make some room on that bed?” came a third voice, one that made Sally pop up from the sheet and smile.

(To Be Continued)

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Loosening Up Bk. 08 Ch. 16-20

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Adult

Chapter 16 — Minor Surprises

Dave, Scarlett, and Heather sat with Matt and Rose on the patio on Saturday morning — the two mothers and the stepdad to the teens.

Dave said, “We wanted to be sure you are making an adult decision that has more to it than all your hormones talking.”

The two teens laughed at his comment.

Scarlett said in somewhat serious tone, “I agree. Dave told me about what you both said on Monday night at the Circle 101 class, and I am touched, but at the same time I am worried perhaps because you are both young — or maybe it’s that I’m becoming so old.”

The two teens were paying rapt attention to their parents and were surprisingly not argumentative or intimidated by the meeting. Rose said, “Mom, just so you know, Matt and I have been sexually intimate. We’ve been very responsible and have used all sorts of protection from pregnancy and with a couple of very safe exceptions neither of us has strayed from the other, so there has been no risk of an STD.”

Heather rolled her eyes, “But there’s more to a relationship than just sex. What about all the other factors that you should consider?”

Matt said, “If I had the means, I would buy Rose the biggest engagement ring ever and then marry her this afternoon. I love her with all my heart and I know she loves me. We’ve just been having the longest engagement in the world. If you recall, Rose declared that she was going to marry me right after we met twelve years ago.” He grinned at her, “She reminds me of that fact about once a week.”

Dave acknowledged, “I do recall and dismissed it as a child’s fantasy. Now, you’ve grown to the age to make it real, and I guess nothing has changed. When you meet your soul mate, I guess you know immediately.”

Rose said, “We think alike. We finish each other’s sentences. We would like to live together here in the Circle instead of having to go to our own rooms alone each night. Consider this a formal request for us to live together.”

The adults all sat back, a bit in shock, and looked at each other. This wasn’t the discussion they expected. Dave said, “Where?”

Matt said, “We identified two bedrooms that would work for us. One is my room in our house. My bedroom is kind of small and I only have a twin bed, but that room could become the guest room if Rose and I occupied the other larger guest room with the queen size bed. That would also give us an ensuite bath. The other place is a large guest room in Miss Scarlett’s house. Athena is next door in her own quarters. That also has its own ensuite bath.”

Heather said, “And what will you tell your friends in school?”

Matt spoke, “They don’t need to know the obvious. We are always hanging out together anyway, at least when we’ve been at the same school. We keep the PDAs down low, but everybody assumes we’re sexual. If you’re a couple in any of the upper schools it’s taken for granted that you’re most likely fucking like rabbits every chance you get. A few have been caught on school grounds. A few have gotten pregnant and that’s why we have a Cyesis program at one of the high schools.”

Rose jumped in, “We would never do that. It would disgrace us, and pose a problem for the three of you and probably the Circle. We don’t want that. We are the one couple that has gone together for the longest in any of our schools. People tell us we’re the gold standard. We do feel like role models to the other kids, and we’ve seen them modify their behavior to be more like us — not hanging all over each other, not copping a feel at their lockers, and so on.”

Scarlett said, “But joining the Circle as full-fledged members is a big step. Suddenly, you’re not exclusive with each other. You indicated that you’d had some kind of sex with others. Would you care to share what that was about?”

Matt gestured to Rose.

Rose said, “I really like Toby a lot. I love him, too, but not as deeply as I feel about Matt. Several times we’ve gotten together with Toby and Danica. We swapped I guess you might say and speaking for myself I really enjoyed myself.” She gave a slight smile but didn’t sound embarrassed.

Matt rapidly added, “I think of Danica the same way. I really like her but she’s no replacement in anyway for Rose. I felt our times together have been special and expressive. They told us about being with a few other Circle members and how rewarding they found the experience. I guess that’s one of the reasons we want to belong as full members and not as tag-alongs to you adults.”

Rose said, “Think of it this way, if we weren’t related and you were meeting us for the first time as young adults, and we expressed our interest in the Circle, you’d have no qualms about having us become pledges and then members.”

Matt said, “As for living together, again if we weren’t related and just showed up together to ask to rent a room, you’d think seriously of honoring our request.”

Dave kind of ignored their argument and said, “Rose, you are a beauty in every sense of the word. I worry Çamçeşme Escort that you’ll become a sex toy for the men, or that they’ll lure you away from Matt in some way.”

Rose smiled, “I know how to say ‘No’. I also talked to Rachel about what her experiences have been since she started with all of you at about the same age. She admitted to really focusing on you, dad, and then having to broaden out her focus. She said she was popular as a teen and even used to tease all the men about how they were fucking teenage pussy. She told me to call them each ‘Daddy’ when I got the opportunity and lay on the teenage pussy thing. She said they’d cum like crazy when she did that.” Rose laughed.

Dave rolled his eyes. He could remember being with Rachel after she’d just turned eighteen and loved her teasing him that way. She even did that well into her twenties although everybody knew she was no longer a teenager.

Rose went on, “Rachel said she thought she was the aggressor rather than the men. I think I’ll be the one that has to ask for what I want. I think the men will be too intimidated to ask a teen. This is the CIRCLE. The men already love me and they don’t want me to have a bad experience, so they’ll be cautious and standoffish. I doubt I’ll be overwhelmed in any way. Besides, I want this.”

Heather nodded, “I can understand that, and I think you’re right.” She turned to her son, “And you’re ready to work at making the Circle a success the way the rest of us do.”

“I am,” Matt said with a smile. “Rose and I talked to Tan about service jobs on Wednesday. I’m going on ‘pots and pans’ in the kitchen as part of the cleanup crew alternating three and four days a week with some others from the Circle. Rose went on two teams that are each light duty — one is patio laundry to collect, wash, and fold the pool towels three or four days a week, and the other is Dale’s security team. Tan wanted her to interact with some of the others in the Circle, in that case Dave, Dale, Dev, Owen, Julie, and Kat.”

Matt went on, “Rose and I both know to keep our mouths shut about how we live or the environment and culture of the Circle. If people ask, and they have, we just refer them to the newspaper articles and brush off the question. So far, that’s worked. When the reality TV show goes on the air, we’ll have fewer questions of one sort, but probably a whole rash of new questions we’ll have to formulate answers to. Since Rose and I talk all the time, we’re good at presenting a united front.”

Heather said, “I got asked a few things when I was at the university, but did what Matt said; I brushed them off as inconsequential or too personal.”

Matt chuckled, “With the TV show, we can always just say ‘Watch the next episode’ or tune in next season.” He laughed.

Scarlett said, “I’m not sure I want you as full members to get involved with Mike Holiday and his Circle-X Productions.”

Rose tittered, “You mean making a porn film like you did, mom?”

Scarlett was taken back. Since she’d been disguised, she thought Rose didn’t know about her two-film porn career.

Rose went on with a smirk, “You should have hidden the DVDs better. I found them behind our regular stash of movies, and Matt and I watched you as we fucked one day. Very hot, mom! Just so you know, I WOULD like to do something like that someday soon. Mike won’t talk to me right now, however. I mentioned my desire to Kat and she set me straight on his requirements. I can’t even LOOK underage.”

Dave said, “And you both read Cricket’s book about the Circle?”

Matt said, “From cover to cover. We got to read some of the chapters as she was writing them, before they were assembled into a book. We understand and fully subscribe to all the tenets of the Circle. Rose and I have talked about every chapter. We wanted to be sure we were together and of the same mind in this when we sought full Circle membership. We also learned a lot about each other and how we each think, even in areas well beyond the book and the Circle.”

Dave looked at the other two adults in the conversation and shrugged. He said, “I think we have a couple of new adults in our midst. The kids do grow up if we continue to feed them.” He chuckled.

Heather rolled her eyes and said, “Yeah. I just never saw this day coming until Matt was in his late thirties and I was thinking about retirement.”

Scarlett leaned over and kissed her daughter on the cheek. “I thought Rose would be virginal until her thirties, too. I’m proud of you, honey. I kind of had this virginal image of you from when you were six or seven years old. I guess that ship sailed a long time ago.”

Rose said, “I’m sure every parent goes through what you’re all feeling right now. I guess we’re having you loosen up your thinking about us sooner rather than later. We don’t mean to rub any of this in your face, but we are officially adults.”

Dave put his hand out to his stepson, “Welcome to the Circle, Pledge.” Matt shook his hand and Çamçeşme Escort Bayan broke into a grin. Dave repeated the handshake with Rose, except she got up and went to him, gave him a big hug, and kissed him on the lips. Dave blushed. The kiss was far from daughterly. He even felt the flick of her tongue on his lips. She laughed when he recoiled slightly.

Rose said in an insistent tone, “And based on that can we start to live together as we asked a moment ago?”

Dave looked at Scarlett and Heather and got slight nods from each of them. He said, “Yes, and you’d better never miss a day being on the pill and I think you should start using some second form of birth control just to make the possibility of a child born to teenage parents really remote.”

Scarlett said, “I’ll get you some Plan B pills, too.”

The young adults looked at each other with that tolerant look. They’d won the battle and would settle for losing a few minor skirmishes along the way.

* * * * *

The security team sat in the living room of the core with the security photos from the night before projected on the large sixty-five-inch-high-def television.

“THERE!” Dev said and pointed to the upper left-hand corner of the video screen.

Dale said, “Shit, he’s coming out of a foxhole or something.”

Rose muttered, “Tunnel?”

“Oh, great,” Julie started, “now we have infiltrators tunneling into the Circle.”

Owen said, “Something had to trigger my alarm system last night. We know it was a dark figure — probably the same one as before. He tried to jimmy a window. He must have been watching the patrol guard circle the house. See.” He pointed at the screen and as the guard disappeared around the house, the perp made a run for one of the windows on the south side.

Kat said, “I’m not so sure he was intent on entry. His actions and posture in that part of the video from your side cams on your house only seemed to indicate that he made sure to trip the alarm. He was ready to run before he even pulled that screwdriver from his pocket. As soon as the security lights came on, he was gone in a flash.”

Dev pointed at the screen from another of the cameras on one of the tall perimeter poles, “There he goes back into his foxhole. Let’s go look.”

The committee paused the video they’d already watched a dozen times and went outside. They walked the field where the dark figure had been spotted about six feet apart. Kat was the one that found the hole.

“HERE!” she yelled.

Sure enough, there was a small narrow opening with a carpet of sod roughly placed on top. Dave guessed the person had done that from inside the hole after crawling in.

Rose said eagerly, “Let me get in. I don’t mind getting dirty.” She was in old jeans and a sweatshirt.

Dev stopped her. “Wait a minute, honey. I want you to have breathing apparatus on if you go in there in case the sides cave in. It’d take us a while to dig you out if that happened.”

Kat said, “Sean has scuba tanks. I’ll get one. I’ll bring a flashlight, too.” She ran off.

The others probed down the hole and explored what they could see. The hole was about four feet deep and then sharply angled off towards the backyard of the first house on Christian Grey Drive just outside the Circle gates — a house that was usually unoccupied.

Dev said, “I want to explore the other end of this if I can find it. You get Rose started but don’t let her get out of earshot with you. Make sure she has a safety rope attached.” He strode off towards the gate.

Kat came back in a golf cart with a small scuba tank and facemask. Rose donned the tank and got instructed by Kat about how to breathe using the device. She caught on quickly. After a few more instructions, a rope was tied around Rose’s waist and down the rabbit hole she went. In the small chamber at the bottom of the hole she turned and started to crawl along with her bright flashlight ahead of her. After about a dozen feet she backed up and got lifted out of the hole by Dale and Dave.

Rose took off the facemask and said, “As far as I can see the tunnel is the same size all the way along, just about wide enough for me and the tank. It’s pretty straight, too, right towards that house with the greenish roof. I can see the scuffmarks where somebody crawled along. There are a few boards here and there to support the roof of the tunnel. It goes straight in that direction as far as I can see.” She pointed towards the outside backyard next door.

About five minutes later, Dev came back to the group at a trot. I found the other end. It’s just in front of the hedgerow behind the house. Further, I can see where our tunnel builder disposed of some of his diggings. I suspect if we look, we’ll be able to see other places he dumped what he had to take out of there. This was a major project if it was done by only one person.”

Dave said, “That’s amazing. That thing has got to be two hundred feet long.”

Dale agreed, “Someone Escort Çamçeşme really wanted to have access despite all the security precautions. They must know we’d find the tunnel entrances.”

“Do you suppose the tunnel is booby-trapped in the middle or something?”

Dale said, “Let’s let the police in on this little caper. They probably have a robot that can meander all the way through the tunnel, so we could find out if there are any more secrets or surprises down there.”

By that time the next day the police had run their robot through the tunnel and confirmed there were no booby traps. After the discovery a slurry of mud, sand, and gravel was poured into the tunnel using flexible tubes until it was not only sealed but filled and unusable.

Three days later about three a.m. a Molotov cocktail was hurled against Owen Bennett’s front door as the guard was at the rear of the house making rounds. The resulting fire did some minor damage but was caught early so it could be extinguished before breaching the inside of his home. A fire hose from one of the core hose stations saved the day in the hands of the guard. Of course, all hell broke loose.

* * * * *

Saturday morning a few days after the fire at Owen’s home the Cessna Citation owned by Mark Worthington made the long and low approach to the Circle Airport. They were expected. Five people had been in the plane: Billionaire Mark, Elsa — his wife, Cindy — another wife and also one of Dave’s wives, Lucas Donovan — head of security for all things Worthington, and Marcia St. Germain — a previous bodyguard and security pro and one of Mark’s lovers. Elsa was the pilot-in-command.

The group got driven up to the core in several golf carts and then the Circle Security Committee and the visitors all went into the modern boardroom the Circle had added during the last major renovation of the core.

Mark took the reins and started the meeting. “I insisted that Owen get us all together over what has been happening. He told us about the breaches in security, the tunnel, and then the Molotov cocktail a week ago. I’m here to tell you that you have to stop this before things escalate further and someone dies.

“I’m sure you all know we had a serious stalker over a decade ago — Myron Tanner. The little things kept escalating until there was a shooting confrontation and I almost lost Elsa, and Myron got two bullets through his heart. That was after he’d escaped from the prison system. Your man is escalating things, and now with the fire this is turning dangerous and deadly.”

Dale volunteered, “We have a couple of armed guards from Pinkerton Security on duty at the gate and outside Owen’s home. That said, our perp seems to get by all of them. We see him after the fact on the videos. We even swept the entire grounds looking for additional tunnels so he could duck under our security cameras.”

Elsa said, “In hindsight, we tried having all sorts of guards but it wasn’t nearly enough. In the end we had to bait Tanner until he came after us or we saw him and could chase him. Cindy and I are highly trained in weapons and martial arts.”

Owen said, “Odd as it may seem, I’m not sure I’m the real target. I still can’t think of anything I’ve done that would attract this kind of harassment. At your suggestion Julie, Dale, and I went through the files for every person that left either the Bennett Foundation or Bennett Corporation over the past three years to no avail. Everyone was squeaky clean, good family status, and better off financially than when they were with me. For the past year no one has been fired or let go for any cause other than some voluntary family leave.”

Julie ventured, “One idea we had is that they’re indirectly reacting to the Circle. Owen is highly visible to the outside world, so they’re using him as a scapegoat. We thought they’d go after Scarlett, but it’s known that she’s rarely here given her movie career.”

The group discussed various security options, and did decide on publicizing that Owen was going to be out of the country for a month in Europe and Asia setting up several programs for the Foundation and also conducting a number of deals for the corporate side of his life. Owen left the country five days later. A contingent of bodyguards was included in his entourage.

A week later an unmanned car careered out of the darkness along Christian Grey Drive until it sideswiped the guardhouse and broke through the barrier gate. It ran off the road into the field just after Perimeter Drive and became mired in some mud on a slight incline. There wasn’t much to the control system and no fingerprints or other markings that would suggest the origin of the car’s owner or operator. The car had been stolen the night of the fire.

Heavy bollards were installed that day to protect the guardhouse from a dead-on ramming by a vehicle. The event confirmed to some that the Circle was the target and not just Owen.

* * * * *

Millie grinned sheepishly as she approached Dave behind the bar during a cocktail hour several weeks later. “Dave, I’d like to introduce you to Stu Collier. He’s our new technology guru and is working to overhaul our classrooms, the white board system we all use, and also the give us some special apps for the Circle that will facilitate all of our activities.”

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