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Sarah smiled at me.

‘I love you Pixie! I love you as much as the day we married.’

Hugging her, I reminded her that as that had only been two months earlier, it was just as well. On tippy toes, I kissed her, tasting her sweetness, loving her scent; our love buoyed me up.

Much had changed since the Spring. Our marriage had brought us to share Sarah’s house in Kensington, and I had managed to get myself a more reasonable sort of job, as Events Manager at a University a short commute from home. It meant that instead of being away all hours, and weekends, I could be there for Sarah. It felt like what it was, bliss. And there were mornings I could listen to her on the radio on my phone on the way to work. It felt good; it was good.

Smiling broadly, Sarah gave me the news we had been waiting for ever since we had been invited to the Crimea.

‘I have the tickets and details from Ekaterina. We shall be in Odessa by Saturday lunch-time, and everything is paid for the next fortnight. We have a part of the dacha to ourselves – and a message from Emm.’

I had been three months since we had seen my old friend and sometime lover (and briefly, Sarah’s lover too) Emmanuelle, off with her decadent wealthy Russian Mistress, Ekaterina. The latter had promised us a trip to the Crimea, and Emm, excited at what lay ahead of her, was anxious we should come to see her.

I have set down, elsewhere, the tale of how Sarah and I met, and of how Emm won what she had always wanted, the chance to be a slave to a decadent lesbian who would control her and use her in any way she wanted. Each, as I had said to Sarah, to her own. I had Sarah, the love of my life, and Emm had a dominant Mistress. We were, indeed, a strange species, but it took all sorts.

Two days later we landed in Odessa, after a flight to Turkey and a short sea voyage to the Crimea. At the port, we were met by two Amazonian women in Ekaterina’s trade-mark sliver dresses, cut low in the front, and with slits up the side showing what seemed to me unfeasibly long legs; I swear their legs were as tall as I am.

The air-conditioned Bentley was comfortable, which made the journey a pleasant one. Sarah and I were able to cuddle up and talk about what was ahead.

We had heard from Emm every week without fail, and it seemed as though she was Beylikdüzü escort living her dream.

She told us how Ekaterina had, through regular use of anal plugs, expanded her capacity in terms of being the anal slut she wanted to be. Emm loved anal, and she had waxed lyrical about the ways in which Ekaterina had trained her to be even more receptive for the variety of toys she used to satisfy the cravings.

Emm loved her pierced nipples, and Ekaterina had shown herself inventive regarding the ways in which vibrating bars could make Emm’s nipples scream for relief. The same was true of Emm’s clit stud.

It seemed that Ekaterina was the head of a cabal of powerful lesbians. Usually, the girls they used were lower class ones driven to it by their situation. But Emm was an upper-class English woman of breeding and education, and her submission to Ekaterina was a badge of honour for the latter. Emm was regularly used to service Ekaterina’s friends, and in the wet room, no holds (or indeed holes) were barred. It seemed as though both Emm and her Mistress had got what they needed.

Sarah asked me how I felt about it all?

I knew she was worried that, given my own submissive tendencies, I might get drawn into that world. I reassured her. There was a huge difference between liking being bossed about a bit and having your ass flogged. Sarah giggled and said that when you put it like that she could see it. We smooched.

The time passed swiftly, and as we enjoyed the coastal drive, I could see that this was an exclusive area; all the dachas were gated, and there were plenty of security guards on show, with formidable looking weapons. This was a place that was neither easy to get into, nor out of once one had been allowed access.

As we drove through the open gates into an expansive courtyard, it was clear that even in a place where money was being spent on a grand scale, this was something else. The house was more like a modern version of a castle, the walls rising high to turrets, with a great tower dominating one end of the building. On the roof terrace, there was apparently at least one helicopter pad, but it looked like there could be two of them – there were, it turned out.

Once the car had come to a halt, the Amazons opened the doors, and we got out. The change from the air-conditioned Beylikdüzü escort interior to a hot Crimean afternoon was dramatic, and although I was wearing only a shift dress and brief panties, I felt as though I was over-dressed for the climate.

This was not something one could have said for Emm, upon whom we laid eyes as we were led down a path which ran down to the sea.

At the sight of us, she rose – like Venus on the foam on the crest of the wave. She was a vision of gorgeousness. Her generous breasts strained at the flimsy bra which failed to do anything other than emphasise their firmness and plumpness. There were no tell-tale sun-tan lines. The bikini bottoms merited the description of a couple of pieces of dental floss with just enough to cover her pussy. Her long blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders.

‘Darlings!’ She exclaimed, her breasts seeming to move on their own as the strode toward us.

‘My dears!’

That was Ekaterina’s voice, and looking in its direction, we could see her coming down the stairs which led up to the terrace garden.

I found myself enveloped in Emm’s familiar perfume, as her bosom engulfed me. I was glad she was pleased to see me. She kissed me, and Sarah, and then Ekaterina welcomed us too.

As we sat in the sumptuous water-side pavilion, Ekaterina had servants bring us caviare and champagne. Our bags, she assured us, were taken care of, and we should relax with Emm.

I had never seen Emm so happy and content.

Off came the bikini top, and the nipple bars glinted in the sunlight. Emm relaxed back in what I took to be the sun lounger – except no sooner had she done so than her wrists were trapped by two bracelets. She smiled. I looked at Ekaterina, who was pressing what looked like a cross between a mobile phone and a television remote control. The nipple bars made a slight, whining noise. Looking at Emm’s face, their vibrations were having an effect.

‘Pixie,’ Ekaterina said, ‘would you like to control the slut’s orgasm?’

Sarah looked severely at me, and I declined the honour.

‘I understand. Let me tell you what is happening. Those nipple bars vibrate, and when they have been doing so for ten minutes, the ben-wa balls inserted into her cunt begin to vibrate at the same rate, which, in turn, set off Escort Beylikdüzü her clit clamp.’

Emm was already looking as though she was off in another world, as indeed she was.

The sight of Emm being stimulated by her inserts was, indeed, an arousing one, and despite my best efforts, I felt a moistness between my thighs; Sarah admitted later that she had felt the same way.

As Emm’s legs were held open, the wetness of her bikini was immediately apparent, as was the fact that her juices were glistening on her thighs. As the vibrations had their effect, Ekaterina began to abuse her, calling her a slut and a whore, all of which, naturally, increased Emm’s arousal.

‘I will happily take over,’ said a voice from behind us.

It was Ivana, Ekaterina’s chief of staff.

Clad in an equally revealing bikini, she gladly took the controls and used them to good effect.

Emm, who had been gasping and gyrating, moaned louder as Ivana increased the intensity of the vibrations. She alternated between fast and slow, slowing down whenever Emm appeared to be about to orgasm.

‘Beg your friends to let you cum, you fucking slut!’

Emm was sweating, her bikini bottoms drenched, and her scent clear to us all.

‘Pixie, Sarah, can I fucking cum, please, fuck, fuck, oh, please!’

Sarah laughed.

‘Shall we, Pixie, or shall we watch the slut writhe in agony and let her stew in her own juices?’

It was tempting, but I could not do it to my friend, not least because of the obvious pleasure Ivana was taking in denying her.

‘Let her orgasm!’ I said.

With that, Ivana pressed a red button, and we watched as Emm’s cunt spat forth a stream of juices. She screamed as she orgasmed. The intensity was clear. For the next few minutes, she was lost. Her eyeballs rolled back, her breathing was ragged and hard, and her screams could have been heard back at the house.

Ekaterina came over and kissed her where she lay. Releasing her from her bonds, she stroked her boobs.

‘I now take my slut back to fuck, but we shall see you, ladies, later. Welcome to Ekaterinburg.’

Emm’s eyes opened,

‘Yes, Mistress,’ was all she said.

As she stood, Ivana stripped her of her final flimsy covering, and we had a splendid view of her naked ass and swollen cunt. She walked past, she winked at us. She was, bless her, in her element. As we watched her recede, her firm ass wiggling nicely, I began to wonder whether we might not, ourselves need an afternoon in bed – there was nothing like watching a friend orgasm to give one ideas.

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Weeks In

It had been two weeks since I had started working at Wonder Inc. for Mr. Wonder, and already I had had more excitement than my entire last year at university. I came into the hangar as usual 9am sharp and had gone about preparing our only jet for today’s flight. Mr. Wonder operated Wonderlines a subsidiary of Wonder Inc. which catered to high-profile clientele looking for private excursions and top-of-the-line service thousands of feet in the air.

I generally started with cleaning as I felt it was best to get it out of way in the morning and spend the rest of the day on the technical issues of electronic checks and malfunctions. The jet could probably take about 10 people plus two pilots, but we usually had only a few people on board – usually some rich guy and his trophy wife he was trying to impress, or a couple of lame business men talking about financing this and supporting that project or whatever. The cabin was composed of a curvy round table shaped a bit like an “L” with an L-shaped couch on one side and a circular sofa on the other. on the otherside of the aisle were 4 seats facing each other but far enough apart so that they could swivel around 360 degrees. Behind the seating area, in the back was the walk in bathroom where Mr. Wonder had specially installed a jacuzzi that was somehow powered by the excess heat of the two rear engines, one of his personal prides. There was of course a toilet as well as a urinal and in addition a shower chamber that was about 5 ft. by 5 ft. and fully closed off by glass doors from floor to ceiling.

In front of the curtain was our area, where we prepared meals, drinks, snacks etc. and pretty much hung out when the clients were talking business or sleeping. In the 8 flights I had gone on, I had been the only steward as there was never more than 2 passengers on board and hence I got to spend a good bit of time chatting it up with Baxter, our chief pilot who was supposed to be teaching me the ropes.

This morning however, as I was vacuuming under the circular sofa in the center of the plane, Mr. Wonder climbed on board and grabbed me by the shoulder and said “Son, got some special folk heading this way, gonna need you and Kelly on this one – cuz they iz bringin dem kids dey said.”

“Sure thing boss, I’ll let her know.”

“Thanks, boy.”

Great, I thought, a little bit of company can’t hurt on a 3 hour flight to Miami.

The flight was scheduled for 6pm and our guests arrived promptly at 5:30pm spent a few minutes greeting Mr. Wonder and then came aboard. It was a wealthy latino family, from where I’d never guess. The gentleman was a short stout man with a mustache and glasses and his wife was at least 20 years his younger at around 30. She had short brown hair that curved down around her ears and stopped just before her shoulders. The kind of haircut that is a tad bit longer in the front than in the back. I must say money can’t buy love but it can sure keep some good looking women around some pretty old and ugly guys. Her name was Luna and she had the full package: big, full breasts that were squeezed together by a skin tight purple polo shirt and a perfectly-shaped ass I can only describe as deliciously embraced by some low-cut jeans.

I gave the usual 5 minute tour and welcomed them to the jet and asked them to take a seat and explained that Kelly would come by with welcome drinks in a few minutes. I went back into our little kitchen area and caught Kelly downing one of those tiny bottles of Jack Daniels.

“Hey”, I said and slapped her shoulder.

She turned to me without putting the bottle down and winked. She really knew how to have fun. I told her to hurry up and and get out there before the guests got angry. She shook her pleated stewardess skirt at me and walked out with a tray of champagne. Just as I was thinking about what Mr. Wonder had said, the ‘kids’ came aboard. Well they weren’t exaclty kids, and they were defintely not the wife’s kids. The boy was about my age and his sister was a bit older around 24-25. I said hello and welcomed them aboard. They introduced themselves as Tommy and Melissa. Tommy was a bit of a meathead but very friendly and polite. Must have been some kind of jock as he was pretty lean. His sister was quite thin and had long, well-defined legs that were unfortunately masked by some skin tight black pants. She had on shiny red high heels and a loose t-shirt with some kind of designer logo on it. It had a very low cut neck and both tits were clearly visible from the right angle – both natural. She had on some massive sunglasses and didn’t even say hello, she just walked right by.

“The good looking Beylikdüzü escort ones are always bitches,” I thought.

Whatever, a client is a client, you gotta be polite. I went back into the kitchen and locked all the cupboards for take off. The pilot asked everyone to buckle up and we began to taxi out to the runway. Kelly came skipping back to grab her seat next to mine in the front area as she closed the curtain.

“It’s nice to have someone else here” I said

“Yeah” she replied, “It’s so much better to have someone to play with.” And then a cheeky smile spread across her lips as she removed her gum and threw it in the bin.

“We’ve got about 15 minutes before we take off and they can’t take off their seatbelts. The pilots will be busy too…”

Oh no I thought, she’s been drinking and she’s already horny. Kelly tended to get sexual after a few drinks, but I never thought she would come on to me with strangers just a few yards away. Before I could think twice, she unbuckled herself, came over and unzipped my pants, leaving me still strapped in to the seat. She brought my now burning erection out with both hands admiring her prize as she caressed my balls and stroked the top of my shaft. I looked at the celiing as I felt her big lips surround my cock.

Kelly sucked cock beautifully. I think she must have been a porn star in her past life because she did things I can’t even explain. She would swallow my seven and a half as far as she could and then slide back swirling her tongue around the length of my cock. She would stop at the tip and squeeze a bit with her lips and then look up at me with her blue eyes. Looking down, I could see her cleavage clearly exposed through her half buttoned blouse and I stuck my hand down into her bosom, feeling her soft tits. As I unbuttoned more of her shirt and started rubbing her nipples, she began sliding back and forth on my cock even faster. I kept squeezing those beautiful breasts as I watched her slide back and forth. I felt my load coming. I grabbed her breasts hard, pulling her down and cumming directly into the back of her throat. She didn’t stop sucking though as she swallowed load after load after load. She kept sucking and sliding around getting me hard again almost immediately.

Then she swirled her tongue around my cock one last time and stood up straight, her breasts fully exposed, pointing out magnificanetly, but her skirt still covered her most private area. By this time the pilot gave one last warning and hit the gas full throttle, propelling us on the runway. Kelly un-did my seatbelt and sat down on my lap, facing forward. She lifted her skirt as she sat down revealing a dripping wet pussy and then proceeded to position herself on my ever erect penis. I loved the feeling of filling a girl’s hole with my meat, but one thing was doing it dry and one thing was sticking it in Kelly’s warm, wet vagina. She had the most amazing sex muscles. She engulfded my cock once more and then leaned back, grabbing a hold of the seatbelts as the plane really started to accelerate. She then fastened us both in to the same seat and tightened is so that We could barely move away from one another. Then she started really swaying back and forth, just fucking me, without caring how I was feeling. She had her back to me and wrapped my hands around her and grabbed her breasts, bringing her close to me and kissing the back of her neck. I worked my way around the side of her neck as she rocked back and forth, grinding into my lap, with my dick plunged all the way inside her tiny hole. She twisted a bit and wrapped her hand around my neck while I found her breats with my tongue and started licking her nipples. Then she pushed me back and leaned forward, her skirt covering my lap. I lifted the skirt over onto her back and found her beutiful heart-shaped ass sliding on and off my cock. she started moving faster and faster and I knew she was getting closer to coming. She was bent over double with her hands grabbing her ankles and sliding her ass back and forth. I felt the sperm inching it’s way up my shaft, eager to shower the inside of her pussy.

Suddenly, she threw her head back throwing her long blonde hair onto her back and gasped “OH FUCK ME MAGNUS!”

Lost in the pleasure, I grabbed her hips like handles and thrust as deep as I could, spewing my man-batter all inside of her. She responded with a warm stream of her own juices that flowed down my cock and into my lap. She sat up and leaned back against me and smiled as I wrapped my arms around her waist. I could just feel a drop of sweat on her back. We cuddled a bit as the plane began to stabilise in the air.

We Beylikdüzü escort cleaned ourselves up a bit and went to check up on our guests. The father was still in the reclining chair and had opened up his laptop and looked like he was finishing up some memo for a meeting. The mother had moved from her seat to the long couch and was sprawled across it, reading a book. I couldn’t help but notice she wasn’t wearing a bra under that purple Polo shirt but it didn’t seem like she needed one either with firmness like that. The two siblings were playing cards casually, I think it was Blackjack. Melissa still hadn’t taken off her immense sunglasses.

“Would you guys care for anything else to drink or eat?” I asked the parents, while Kelly went and catered to the kids. “We have a fully stocked bar and loads of sandwiches and snacks.”

The gentleman didn’t acknowledge my presence and continued typing away. I turned to the wife, “And how about you, Miss?” I asked.

She turned her head and looked at me for a bit and then said quickly, “I’ll have a screwdriver with a slice of orange – no ice.” Then she went back to reading her book.

“Alrighty, then.”

This was typical, you never got any respect on these flights, people just wanted to get where they were going.

I prepared the drink, putting a double of vodka and mixing the rest with orange juice. As I searched around for an orange to slice, Kelly came back.

“Fiesty isn’t she,” she said.

“Yeah, typical….” I replied.

I finished making the screwdriver and returned to the cabin. Luna was nowhere in sight so I left the drink on her table and went to the back of the plane to start preparing the meals. We always had some kind of chef prepare something and then we would just heat it up for the guests. As I was putting the meals in the microwave, the wife showed up…

“I put your drink on th….”

“Shhhhhhh, don’t talk so much” she said. “Just come with me.”

I obeyed like any proper service staff. She took me into the bathroom.

“Help me with this” she said as she turned to reveal an undone zipper.

I began zipping her up when she stopped me.

“No, help me unzip it dumbass.”

“Oh, sorry,” I said, a bit confused.

I slowly unzipped her dress, unsure of how far to go with a total stranger in this akward situation. As the zipper slowly came down to her ass I felt her moving closer towards me, pressing her ass against me. My natural instinct made me press my crouch back at her and I lost all focus on the zipper. I put my hands on her waist and pulled her even tighter against my throbbing cock. She cooed like a bird.

“Uhh, oohh, yeah”

My cock became rock solid and I ground myself further into her bulging ass. I slipped my hands around the front and putting one hand just above the entrance to her low cut jeans I pulled her tightly against my crouch. Her magnificent butt just engulfed my hardening dick and I leaned in to kiss her neck. I have a soft spot for latinas I guess.

She arched her back into me and I took the opportunity to unbutton her jeans and slip my hand all the way into her pants. Her vagina was dripping wet. I pushed past her underwear and went for gold. I slipped one finger into her dripping snatch and with a muffled scream she grabbed the back of my head with her hands. I slipped another finger in.

Rythmically pumping her back and forth, she rubbed her ass against my penis, making it rock solid. Then, suddenly she turned around, backing off to the counter in the bathroom. Her pink underwear sticking out through her unbuttoned pants, I could see her rock hard nipples poking out from her polo shirt.

“Come here and fuck me like a man!”

I obliged willingly. I went over and taking her by the waist lifted her onto the counter. Pulling off her pants, I went down on her with passion. I pushed aside her panties and licked her up an down, sticking my tongue as far as I could into her vagina. It felt amazing. Warm and tender, she leaned into me, pushing my head even further into her groin. I came up for air, grabbing her massive tits and pushing her flat onto the counter. I stood up and unbuttoned my pants, ready to pounce.

I stuck my desperate dick all the way into her with one full push. I had no trouble pushing into the dripping wet vagina. I began to pound her like no man ever had. Her beautiful thighs gripping the sides of my neck, I thrust and thrust into her. She squealed with delight.

“Oh, yes! Oh yes! Oh YESSSSSSS!!!!” she cried as I felt a sudden warmth come through her pussy.

I knew she had come but I wasn’t going Escort Beylikdüzü to stop there, I was in the zone. I pulled her legs off me and twisted her onto her side. her shirt was being pushed up with her giant breasts were rubbing against the counter. I was in heaven. With both hands on her ass I continued to pump her back and forth. Starting at her amazing ass bouncing against my dick turned me on even more. I squeezed her firm buttocks and in doing so forced my thumb into her asshole. Pressing deep I felt the pressure on my own cock.

“Oh my fucking god, dio de putas!!!” she screamed as I blew my full load while keeping my thumb firmly in her ass. As she shivered with excitement, I collapsed onto her and kissed the back of her neck.

Just then, I heard a knock on the door. Leaving Luna to enjoy her multiple orgasms I went to listen at the door. I slowly opened the door and immediately Melissa burst in on me.

“Whatcha doin here, huh?”

“Nothin” I gasped, my pants still around my ankles.

Then she stared at my limp cock, still dripping with my cum.

“Mmmm,” she purred without taking off her sunglasses. “That looks yummy.”

She dropped to her knees, pointing her red heels backward and with one hand on my chest she began to gently lick me up and down. She swirled her tongue around my balls and sliding back up my slowly hardening shaft she stopped with the tip of her tongue just poking at the tip of my cock. With every touch, I got harder, and the harder I got, the less I could resist. I pulled her up to me and grabbing her tightly from the ass I put my lips to hers and pushed my stiff pole right between her tight black leggings. I love how lycra feels, I thought, feeling the warm pussy through her pants.

I sucked on her big lips and she licked mine as I played with the small of her back, sliding my hand up her loose t-shirt. As I made my way up her back to find her bra, I felt something else rubbing my cock. Luna was back and she didn’t want to be left out. She was stroking my cock up and down as I realized Melissa wasn’t wearing a bra! Those firm tits were just hanging there! Then Luna leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek and whispered “thank you” in my ear before walking out. Shutting the door behind her.

“I guess we’re all alone now,” I said.

“I guess so,” she replied, leaning on to me.

I decided to take control before things got of hand. I took a sudden step back to see what would happen. Melissa fell forward on to all fours, knocking her sunglasses off. She stared up at me. I stared at her beautiful breasts dangling in that loose shirt. I knelt down and pulled off her spandex pants and to my surprise found she was wearing no underwear either. She looked back at me and smiled. I lined myself up and gave one massive thrust to the hilt until my balls slapped against her ass. She squealed with pleasure. She was much tighter than Luna. Without pulling back I reached around her and pulled her even tighter onto my throbbing dick until I felt her g-spot. Holding it tightly there I began rocking back and forth. She put her head down, her ass pointing up at me as I massaged the inside of her vag with my cock. Then after a few minutes of careful stroking I felt a sudden warmth come over my penis and she bit her lower lip as she came all over me. With a sudden burst of energy she began rolling her ass back and forth against into my cock, coaxing out my orgasm. Watching her shake her ass with my dick inside drove me wild so I grabbed her breasts and pulled her up against me. And as we spooned, standing on our knees, we came together. My sperm shooting up inside her and then drooling back down my cock and down the sides of her legs.

Suddenly the plane jerked.

“Shit, turbulence,” I thought.

We both jumped up and wiped ourselves off. After putting my pants back on I gave her one last kiss and ran into the cabin. The two guys were sleeping and Luna was reading a magazine. She just smiled at me. I went past them and into the cockpit to see what was going on. I guess I should have known better….

Kelly had her legs wrapped around the pilots face. His nose buried deeply in her groin. He had his hands pushing her ass into his face while still seated in his seat. She was holding on to the emergency rails above riding him like a dog in heat.

She looked at me and between gyrations she said, “uuhh, sorry, uuhh, we ran into some, uuhh, turbu… aaaaahhhh” she screamed from what I can only imagine was a first rate orgasm.

“Thanks Baxter,” she said as she hopped off of him. His face still covered in goo.

“Anyday love, anyday… You two get to your seats now, we’re coming in to land soon,” he said.

He seemed thoroughly pleased as Kelly straightened her skirt and we stepped back into the cabin.

Great flight I thought as we opened the landing gears. Another day at Wonderlines.

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Afternoon Delight

“Not only is she beautiful,” Derek was saying, “but she also has a ravenous sexual appetite.”

The screen flickered into life and Jill’s face was smiling electronically at the room full of men. They all knew her from the wedding and various other gatherings at their host’s home. And, of course, some knew her better than that.

There was no doubt that she was beautiful. Now the news about her sexuality added a fresh dimension to their appreciation of her.

“Was this at Summerdale?” Wesley spoke out.

“Yes. Three weeks ago,” Derek answered.

The room fell silent attending to the sound of her voice on screen. Her giggly, mischievous laughter brought a smile to their faces. She was relaxed, secure in her privacy, and enjoying the intimacy of her encounter.

Summerdale was a perfect setting for a tryst. Remote enough that no one would be dropping by during the wo

rk week, but still close enough to drive out to for a few hours of illicit fun. Sheldon would hover in the brokerage, undistractible as long as the market was open, and Derek was tied up in court pursuing a lengthy civil case. Poor Margery would be at home with her bourbon, too sodden to drive and too morose to want to.

Jill was kneeling on the bed now. Her wide mouth was animated, pouting, clucking, inadvertently posing for the camera she didn’t realize was there. Her discarded blouse was bunched on the bedspread. She looked wonderful in her bra. The deep cleavage that jiggled with her laughter gave way to a flat stomach and full flaring hips, still covered with her short summer skirt.

“That’s no question to be asking a lady!” she scolded light-heartedly. “Those are things between a wife and her husband!”

“Tell me,” a male voice insisted. “Has he ever fucked your bum?”

“Oh you are such a rude man!” she admonished through her laughter, moving up further on the bed on all fours.

“That’s what you love about me isn’t it?” he responded. “A rude tongue and a stiff prick?”

Jill eased down on one elbow and rolled onto her side. The soft white cones of her bra-covered breasts heaved with a contented sigh and she stretched her arms toward the voice. Her skirt had pulled up to reveal the full sweep of her lovely legs and she made no effort to tug it back into place.

“You are so bad,” she smiled. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“I’ll just bet you don’t,” he snickered.

The bed dipped with another person’s weight and Derek’s oldest son Peter came into the camera’s view.

“My little brother’s not enough cock for you. Or maybe you’re just too much pussy for him.”

Jill stretched languorously. She knew full well how men looked at her and she enjoyed it. From a very early age she had learned the advantages of being a woman and now it was second nature to her. She felt his eyes leave hers and travel down to take in all that she was showing.

“I guess you’ll have to decide,” she smiled coquettishly.

His hand pushed the hem of her skirt higher exposing the pink panties beneath. “Did he buy these for you?”

“Yes,” she admitted, lowering her eyes. “In New York. For Valentines Day.”

“Ah hah. A gift of love or lust. Did he want to fuck you in them? Or just look?”

“He wanted me to wear them,” she confided, “… while we did it.”

“Did what?” Peter demanded.

“While we fucked,” she whispered demurely.

“That’s more like it. There’s nothing earthier than an unfaithful wife. Did he make you model them for him too?”

“Yes. He likes to look at me in my underwear.”

“And you like men to look don’t you?” he chuckled. “You’re getting wet just thinking about it.”

Her answer was barely more than a hiss. She had moved her arm up so that her face was covered by the crook of her elbow. Jillian had grown to know that men like women who succumb in spite of being embarrassed. The little flush that crept into her cheeks was the veneer of innocence that added greatly to her appeal. Peter liked to play with it; making her say the words that brought the pink to her cheeks; having her perform in a way that nice girls weren’t supposed to.

“Get up on your knees,” Peter demanded brusquely. “Show me what you’ve got.”

He had made her do this before. She knew what was expected. The very first time they were together he had shocked her with his requests. Now she looked forward to the slutty feelings they brought on in her.

Jillian cupped her breasts and lifted them toward him. He liked to see them fondled by her own hands and made to quiver and dance when she shook them. She liked to see the flame they lit in his eyes when he watched her. The power of her sexuality turned them both on.

“You were made to be fucked,” he sneered. “By anybody that wants you.”

“Anybody?” she arched her brow mischievously.

“You’ve never said no to anyone have you?”

He was lost in the sight and scent of her. Each calculated move she made sucked him deeper into her allure. Her eyes never Beylikdüzü escort left his, reading and measuring the effect she was having on him; knowing that he found her irresistible in spite of himself.

“Did you want me to leave Sheldon’s panties on?” she smiled. “Or shall I take them off?”

The mention of his brother’s name upset Peter. His sister-in-law smiled up at him from the bed fully aware of what she was doing. Peter didn’t have a loyal bone in his body but he hated to be reminded of it.

“No. Take them off.” he ordered.

“You take them off.” she smiled seductively. “They were a gift from my husband. Only a member of his family should remove them.”

He grabbed at them and she rolled away with a giggle. From the far side of the huge bed she flashed her teasing smile and slipped her hand down the front of her underwear.

“Does Maureen enjoy sex?” she asked.

“Not like you, she doesn’t,” he retorted. “I have to coax it from her.”

“Well what does she do? She must have to masturbate if you’re not turning her on.”

The remark was a deliberate goad at Peter’s fragile ego. He felt challenged by her manner and disloyal discussing Maureen.

“We have a great sex life,” he pronounced defensively, hoping there was finality in his tone.

“What does she do?”

It was the second time she had asked the same question. Peter could tell she was trifling with him but could not resist the bait.

“Everything. She does everything,” he snapped back.

Jill was lying back on the bed in just her pink panties. The dark shadow of her pubes was clearly visible through the thin material. She kept her legs askew, occasionally fanning her thighs in and out, delighting in the fact that Peter couldn’t avoid looking there.

“I’ve heard that women with small breasts are particularly sensitive,” she smiled disarmingly. Her hands went to her own bosom and played there absent-mindedly while she waited for his answer.

Peter bristled at the question. He had no intention of letting her manipulate him that way and the reference to Maureen’s flat chest stirred his protective instincts. But Jillian looked so damn delicious, almost naked and deliberately taunting him. There was no proper answer for her questions and only the telling of their most private things ever satisfied her. And this was about satisfaction. He wanted the woman on the bed before him; craved the wild abandon of her thrusting hips and the panting carnality of her; the unadulterated enjoyment of sex that his wife never seemed to achieve.

“Take your panties off,” he commanded.

She stopped the to-and-fro movement of her legs and opened them wide pressing the soles of her feet together. Her hands slid down her torso slipping beneath the elastic waistband to caress her stomach. “Then tell me what she likes. I’d like to hear. Tell me some of her dirty secrets.”

Peter reached out and grasped the fragile fabric of her panties. “Get these fucking things off before I rip them off.”

“They were a gift from my husband,” she reminded, “and your brother.”

He drew his hand back and watched as she eased them down over her hips. The black profusion of her pubic hair looked incongruously beautiful against her creamy skin. Like everything else about her it was lush and abundant. Not like his wife’s sparse covering which was as childish and underdeveloped as her breasts.

Jillian watched his eyes travel over her belly and thighs and she brazenly opened her legs to afford him the fullest view. It excited her to be looked at so intimately and she reveled in the lust that shone in his face.

“See anything you like?” she chortled when he didn’t speak.

“Everything,” he replied. “A perfect cunt.”

“Why thank you. I’m glad you like it.”

“No. I mean you. All of you. You’re a perfect cunt. A body that won’t quit and the willingness of a street whore.”

“Do you think of me as a whore?” she asked.

“Yes. A beautiful horny woman. A whore in the bedroom.”

She moaned in response and her fingers found the folds of her sex. He was only inches from her, watching her play and she enjoyed his attention.

“Dirty little girl,” he whispered and leaned forward to rest his cheek on her upturned thigh. The warm scent of her was beguiling. The sound of her fingers flicking in her wetness enthralled him. Only once had Maureen ever let him watch her and that had ended with disgust and recriminations.

“A perfect cunt . . .” he smiled, kissing Jillian’s hand and licking her coated fingers as they worked.

Her hand moved to the back of his head, moving him, positioning him for what she badly wanted. The smell of her sex filled his nostrils and the warm salty taste of her brushed his lips. His tongue traced the edges of her cleft, parting the soft folds and circling her clit.

“Ohh! Oohh!” she gasped. “Oh that feels sooo good!”

Her hips rose to meet his probing tongue and her palms pressed against his temples.

Waves Beylikdüzü escort of the purest pleasure radiated through her belly and she could hear her distant voice exhorting his effort. It was her very favorite thing no matter who was doing it to her. She wondered aloud if he did this to Maureen and then tried to picture them doing it. The thought brought on another orgasm and another until her chest hurt from holding her breath.

She was glad for a moment’s respite while Peter crawled up between her legs.

His face was wet from her, and his hair was tousled. She reached down and stroked his penis, gently squeezing his balls with her other hand. He was hard and his cock felt hot. Not as large as her husband he was still a decent size. But men were so paranoid about things like that.

“Do you want me to fuck you with that?” Peter wheezed in her ear.

“No. Wait until you’re hard,” she whispered, knowing he was fully erect but playing to his insecurity.

He took her hand away then holding her crossed wrists in his one hand above her head he asked, “Does he make you come like that?”

“Yes. He does.” She smothered her grin in his shoulder. “I always come a lot when he does it.”

“You’re a fucking machine,” he whispered as his cock slipped into her. “You come no matter who it is.”

***

The screen hissed and went blank. For a long moment no one spoke. Derek hit rewind and the tape whirled into reverse.

Derek was the first to break the silence and he looked around the room pleased with the reactions he saw. Sheldon seemed relaxed and comfortable, not troubled at all by the antics of his wife. After all, sex was a commodity and he was a trader.

“Well? Does anyone not agree that she’s beautiful?”

There were chuckles and murmurs enough to convey their agreement.

“Would you still have married her if you’d known about her ‘appetites’?” someone asked Sheldon.

“I married her because of them,” he replied. “She’s never once turned me down for any type of sex in the three years we’ve been married.”

“Nor has she turned down anyone else,” Derek gently chided his son. “In truth, she’s exactly the kind of woman cherished by this order.” he continued. “And there is no doubt she has a body. What a shame it would have been if she’d been made with that figure and no sex drive.”

An ironic laughter percolated through the group. They thought of their own situations, spouses who occasionally did their ‘wifely duty’, or habitually picked and chose what they would or wouldn’t do. Wives who avoided sex at home but had their little affairs on the side.

The joyous sound of Jillian cumming replayed vividly in their thoughts. The inexhaustible pulse of her hips and the gleeful way she spread her legs unabashedly offering herself for scrutiny.

“She seemed to enjoy flaunting herself,” Andrew observed. “Have you seen that yourself Shel?”

“She does indeed. Always has.”

“How does it happen usually?” Andrew pursued.

“She loves the attention. Everything she wears … everything she says … everything she does. A little peek here and a little flash there. She likes people to see her, and naked is better.”

“By people, do you mean men and women?”

“Hell yes. She likes other women to get a look too. She likes to be admired, even lusted after but she also likes flaunting it to women if she thinks they are jealous of her looks.”

“Has she ever been with a woman?”

Sheldon shrugged and said “Not that I have on tape. I’d love to see that myself. I wouldn’t be surprised if there have been some encounters. But none that she’s shared with me at this point.”

“I’d love to see that thick bush shaved and Jillian getting some serious tongue from another woman,” said Wesley.

“And her giving it back in turn,” enthused another.

“Can you set that up?” Derek turned to Peter.

A shrug was all the answer needed. “When?” he wanted to know.

“As soon as possible, of course,” Derek laughed.

***

All That Glitters …

Jillian’s mouth hung open in disbelief. Her car was gone. And with it her cell phone and purse containing the keys to Summerdale. She walked back through the trees and circled the big house trying every door and window hoping to find one unlocked. But, there was none. For a few minutes she sat on the screened-in porch pondering her next move then decided there was no choice but to walk out to the highway and try to flag down some assistance. Her high heels were too unstable to walk in on the gravel road so she carried them, along with her stockings, and picked her way carefully through the stones in bare feet.

The afternoon had turned out badly.. Peter, first called to ask her to meet him and then inexplicably didn’t show up. She had waited almost two hours for him. And now the damn car! That would take some explaining. She contemplated telling the police that it was stolen from the mall in town. Better that than having it on record that she had been Escort Beylikdüzü out at Summerdale. No need inciting anyone’s speculation as to why. “Just a little not-so-innocent fucking, officer,” she could say, and the thought brought a wry smile to her face.

Long shadows of the late afternoon striped the laneway reminding Jill to hurry. She could see the county road a couple of hundred yards ahead but, had not seen a single car go by. “Damn!”

The narrow pavement of the secondary highway was encroached at the edges by swirls of loose gravel and, in the absence of cars, Jillian made better time walking down the faded yellow stripe. For nearly a mile she’d trudged on before the hum of approaching tires caused her to move off to the side. The driver was a woman and she crunched to a stop in the loose gravel and listened incredulously while Jill described her plight.

“Well you’re in luck,” the pretty blond woman smiled. “I’m in real estate appraisals and I’m just going out to do an evaluation at Summerdale for the insurance renewal. I have a key and can let you back in now, then drive you back to town when I’m finished.”

Jill couldn’t believe her luck. The two chatted like comfortable old friends, glad of each other’s company. Inside the house, Nancy took a cursory look around as if wondering where to start, then pointed to Jill’s dusty feet and laughingly suggested “you might want to clean up a bit while I do my work.”

Jill sat on the edge of the tub and turned on the taps. Her intention was to just wash the road grime off her feet but the comforting warm water felt so good she decided a quick bath was more in order. Carefully folding her clothes on the vanity she slipped languorously into the oversized tub and adjusted the flow to her liking.

The soothing liquid had scarcely covered her legs when the door swung wide and Nancy, seemingly oblivious to the concept of privacy, blatantly appraised Jillian’s naked assets. There was open appreciation in her face as smiled down upon her and quite brazenly stared at Jill’s lovely figure. “Don’t mind me,” she giggled. “This woman has to work you know!”

Jillian didn’t mind her at all. As far back as high school, being seen without her clothes always gave her a special thrill. She enjoyed the communal showers after gym class and the covertly appraising glances she got from her classmates. Even their jealousy, so often etched in their faces, was a kick.

There was no doubt that Nancy was taking in all that was revealed and that caused Jillian to pose a little for her benefit. She stretched her arms high above her head and smiled at the other woman. “Oh! This bath feels wonderful!” she beamed.

“And you look pretty wonderful!” Nancy beamed back. “My husband would give a month’s salary to see you in that bath.”

Jillian lathered her breasts while Nancy watched. Slowly, she massaged the creamy soap down onto her belly and thighs making the black hair of her pubes seemed even blacker next to the white suds all around it. Nancy’s eyes never once averted from her display and Jillian liked the covetous way the other woman looked at her.

“Do you ever masturbate in the bath?” Nancy asked matter-of-factly.

“All the time,” Jillian smiled, pleased at the other woman’s frankness.

Nancy knelt on the floor beside the tub. Picking up the washcloth from the water, she leisurely rinsed the foam off the brunette’s stomach. Bemused by the other woman’s attention, Jillian relaxed her thighs allowing Nancy to wash between her legs.

“I hate the taste of soap,” she winked, maneuvering the cloth over the soft poutiness of Jill’s mound.

The warm water and the salacious touch of her new friend filled Jillian with a sense of luxurious sensuality and she closed her eyes, content to lie back and enjoy Nancy’s gentle ministrations. Even Nancy’s finger pressing the rough terry wash cloth between her buttocks didn’t give her pause.

Half an hour later, wrapped in towels she lay down on the master bed while Nancy rubbed her all over, drying, patting, and murmuring her admiration for Jill’s beautiful curves. She found a bottle of lotion in the bathroom cabinet and then spent a long time on those special libidinous zones that women know so well.

“What were you really out here for?” Nancy whispered conspiratorially.

“To meet someone.”

“Man or woman?”

“Man,” Jill smiled conspiratorially.

Nancy leaned down and kissed the upturned thighs of her prey. Jill murmured her appreciation and lightly touched the back of the other woman’s head, moving her closer.

“You’re beautiful,” Nancy crooned.

She knelt then between Jillian’s legs and hastily removed her own clothing. Her breasts were a little smaller than Jill’s, and nicely shaped. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat swath that ended above the swell of her labia. Below that she was smoothly shaved exposing nicely rounded lips to Jillian’s gaze. The unfettered prominence of her hairless pudenda was a mesmerizing icon for Jillian and she found herself unable to look away from it.

Nancy, noting her fascination, moved her hips in a suggestive manner simulating fornication. She tucked a pillow under Jill’s neck raising her head and moved up until she straddled the brunette’s ribs.

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This story continues on from where my other story, “Choices,” left off, though reading that one is not necessary to enjoy this story.

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I looked down and realized I had a text from Susan.

Susan: Hey Jenn

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>>>>Jenn, are you there?

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>>>>Please answer.

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>>>>I really need someone to talk to. Can I come over?

>>>>Right now?

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Jenn: Sorry

>>>>Yeah, I’m just finishing some hw

>>>>What’s going on? Are you okay?

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Susan: I’ll let you know. Promise.

>>>>Heading there now.

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Aftermath

These texts from Susan had me freaked out. My goal for the day was to finish up some homework and mostly veg out. The first day of practice starts tomorrow, and I wanted to take a chance to relax before my day got too crazy. But for now, all of that is on hold.

Something was up. Despite Susan and I knowing each other since middle school, we really hadn’t gotten close until we started playing on the freshman soccer team together, but at this point she was probably my best friend. Together we grew from being physically awkward, nerdy, and shy freshman to fetching…nerdy, and…a little bit more confident seniors. It wasn’t hard to tell she needed something. I just hope she’s okay.

Throwing on a non-wrinkled t-shirt, I went upstairs to wait for her. It was one of the advantages to being an only child. The basement was finished. I had made it mine. It was generally pretty cozy, and because I didn’t cause trouble my parents mostly left me to my own devices. It had two sections. One was the lounge room that had a big comfy couch, a computer desk, and an ‘entertainment center’. The other was my bedroom with its own full bathroom. Before I had gotten the texts, I had been working on an essay.

Going to the front door to wait for Susan, I passed by the living room. Inside my mom and dad sat on the couch watching a Bears game on TV. “Hey sweetie! Do you need some lunch? There’s some leftover pizza in the fridge if you’re hungry.”

“Thanks mom!” I called out to her. “Susan’s stopping by for a bit. How’s the game going?”

“It’s not over yet, but it isn’t looking good so far,” my dad replied glumly.

“You never know,” I said absentmindedly.

I stood awkwardly in the kitchen waiting for Susan to arrive. I grabbed a couple plates for the cupboard, setting them on the counter and then waited. She arrived as I was flipping idly through Instagram. Susan pulled the minivan she drove into the drive and got out. When she had first gotten it I had teased her a little about the minivan, but it had come in handy when bringing a group of girls to team dinners.

As Susan approached, I opened the door for her letting her in. Her long dark hair was down over her shoulders, about halfway down her back. Today she was wearing a dark wash pair of jeans and to my small pleasure, a cute striped sweater I had gotten her for her birthday a couple weeks back. I tried a neutral, “Hey there.”

All I got was a muted, “Hey,” in response.

She followed me to the kitchen. “Do you want some lunch?” I asked pointing to the two plates I had set on the counter. “I was going to reheat some pizza.”

“Sure. That…would be good,” she said listlessly. I busied myself with setting up the slices in the toaster oven.

“Susan! How are you?” we heard my mom call from the other room.

She leaned around the corner, into the living room. “I’m doing well,” she replied evenly.

“I bet you’re excited for the start of soccer season tomorrow,” my dad commented.

She actually smiled at that. “I really am. Hopefully the season will be better than last year,” she said a little glumly. Last year we had lost the final of sectionals, giving up a last second goal. Susan and my parents continued back and forth for a few minutes until there was a ding from the kitchen.

At that Susan returned to the kitchen as I was sliding the pizza onto the plates. “I hope you like meat lovers? Can you grab these while I grab some water?”

She knew the drill, and started down toward the basement. Over the past couple years we had probably been down there hundreds of times for various sleepovers, study sessions, and after school hangouts. I followed behind carrying a couple glasses of water. We both sat down on the couch and started eating the pizza. Well, I say eating. I was enjoying mine, but Susan was just nibbling on it. We both sat there quietly, Susan avoiding my attempts at eye contact.

I offered a, “I was just working on my personal perspective essay for Miss Carragher’s class.” She visibly flinched at the name, and had stopped moving. For a long time, neither of us moved or said anything. I could feel the tension growing.

She set her plate down onto the coffee table in front of us, and looked me in the eyes. Susan had gorgeous blue eyes, but today they were a little red…from crying earlier? “Jenn, can you…can you please close the upstairs Beylikdüzü escort door?”

This was what she texted me about. Setting my plate down, I made my way up the stairs to close the door, giving us some privacy. What was this all about? What could have happened?

I sat down next to her on the couch. “Susan, what’s on your mind?” I asked as gently as I could.

She took a deep breath, and briefly looked into my eyes before looking back down between us. I could see tears already welling up. “Jenn. I did something. On Friday I got a notice to go to Mr. Eriksen’s office after school.”

A vague sense of dread crept up on me, “Go on.”

She continued, “It started out okay, but then he told me that Miss Carragher caught me cheating on last week’s essay.”

“Wait, what?” I was a little confused.

“I’ve been so busy with everything at school and outside of it, that I took an old essay that Lisa’s sister had. Miss Carragher hasn’t even been at the school that long. How did she find out? It doesn’t matter. She did, and she let Mr Eriksen know,” Susan continued adding details to the story. I let her talk.

“He told me that I had a choice. According to the guidelines he would have to tell basically everyone that I cheated. Or I could elect to recieve corporal punishment.”

“Corporal punishment?!” I interrupted.

“What was I supposed to do? If he told everyone I would lose my scholarships…maybe even my acceptance would have been revoked. Anyway, I signed a copy of a form saying I would receive clemency if I underwent the corporal punishment,” Susan started to hold herself.

“Go on,” I encouraged her.

“Jenn, he spanked me,” she started crying.

“Oh, Susan. I’m really sorry,” I told her.

“That wasn’t all,” she said. “I liked it. I…really liked it, and he found out,” she said, barely above a whisper. I looked at her a little horrified. “He kept touching me and I didn’t stop him. It felt good. Really good. We…ended up having sex and I didn’t stop him. I could have. I should have told him no. I could have walked away, but I didn’t.”

“Oh my God. Susan…” was all I could manage.

“I saw him today, at church. You know his family goes to the same church as mine? After the service he came over to talk with my family. Like it was nothing, like he wasn’t inside of me two days ago,” at that she just curled up into a ball and started sobbing.

“Susan, I am so sorry that happened to you,” I said as I put my arms around her. “You didn’t deserve that.” I sat there rocking my best friend in my arms. “It’s going to be okay Susan. It’s going to be okay. What…what are you going to do?”

She whispered, “I didn’t know what to do. I can’t just keep avoiding him forever. I sort of blocked it out, almost like it was a dream until this morning when I saw him again. Then I freaked out. Amy’s family is out of town this weekend. So I tried to get a hold of you.” Amy had been Susan’s best friend for years. They had grown up together, and while at this point Amy went to another school, Amy was still Susan’s closest friend. “I don’t know if I can do anything. The corporal punishment is allowed…and I didn’t say no to the other part. I’m so ashamed. “

“Susan, what do you need right now?” I asked her.

“I don’t know. Just someone to be near. Someone that I can trust,” she said looking up at me.

“Susan, I promise I won’t tell anyone you don’t want me to,” I gave her a small encouraging smile. Turning around, I took a blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. Unfolding it, I wrapped it around her. She said a small “Thanks,” as I held my arms tight around her. “If you need anything Susan, I’m here for you. Just let me know.”

“Thank you. You don’t know how much this means to me. Is it…is it okay if I just stay here for a while? I feel safe, here…,” she asked.

“Yeah, do whatever you need,” I told her.

I got up to grab a box of tissues. Bringing it over to her, I handed her one. Bringing it up to her face she blew into it, giving out a resounding HONK. I couldn’t help but laugh. She looked up at me and gave me a genuine smile for the first time today. Walking over, I brought the trash bin over and set it on the ground in front of us on the couch.

“Is it okay if I finish up my homework? I still have my essay to finish, then I was going to work on making some flash cards for chem. I’ll bring my laptop over so I’ll be right here if you need me,” I told her. I saw her go a little stiff at the memory of the work for Miss Carragher’s class.

“Oh, yeah…thank you. I managed to get mine done, though it took most of yesterday,” Susan said. She grabbed one of the pillows on the couch and hugged it tightly to herself. Clearly it would take a while for her to come to grips with this. I vowed to do what I can for her.

Getting up, I went over to my desk to grab my laptop and school bag. As I returned to the couch, I gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. At my touch she sighed, and clearly relaxed a little. I settled onto the couch with my laptop and continued working on my essay.

“As such, Dante’s path through the circles of Hell would have been impossible Beylikdüzü escort if not for the help of Virgil. Similarly I feel that if not for my own mentor…” It wasn’t my best work, but it was good enough for the assignment. By the time I was done with the essay, Susan was napping, curled up against some pillows and the arm of the couch. She looked peaceful. Not wanting to wake her just yet, I set my laptop down in front of me and gathered the plates. Sneaking upstairs, I made sure to close the door quietly behind me.

Rinsing off the dishes in the sink, I placed them in the dishwasher. Behind me my mom came into the kitchen and asked, “Hey, how are you two doing down there?”

“To be honest mom, Susan’s pretty stressed. She’s got a lot on her plate right now,” I managed to not exactly lie.

With a half frown, she said, “Maybe she should take it easy. She doesn’t have to do so much all the time.”

“You and I both know you’re right mom. She just doesn’t listen. If you get dinner ready, can you get some plates for Susan and I put together? Just let me know when they are ready,” I said.

“Of course sweetie,” she gave me a small hug.

Susan was still asleep on the couch. She looked a little angelic, with her cheeks naturally a little rosy, and with her hair splayed across her back and shoulders. I tucked a loose corner of the blanket in closer around her. When I sat down, she stirred a little, but just snuggled a little closer to the pillow. In the meantime I worked my way through the flashcards for my chemistry midterm: enthalpy, entropy, exergonic, endergonic…

Not long after finishing up my studies for chem, my mom texted me saying dinner was going to be ready soon. Turning to Susan, I gently shook her shoulder, “Wake up sleepyhead.” She blinked her eyes a bit before sitting up. I could see it on her face. At first Susan smiled at me, then it was like she suddenly remembered what had happened. A look of panic overtook her face. I reached out to put my arms around her, “Susan. It’s going to be alright. I’m right here.”

Hugging me back, she whispered, “Thank you.”

“Are you up for some dinner? My mom made some chicken curry,” she gave me a look. “I swear, it was a complete coincidence.” Chicken curry just happened to be one of Susan’s favorite meals. “Hang tight, I’ll bring some down for us.”

I returned down the stairs, with two heaping bowls of yellow curry over rice. Susan was just coming out of the bathroom as I was sitting down. Eating together, she looked more comfortable than she had been all day. We spent the evening down there, catching up on various reality shows judging the singing, dancing, and various talents of contestants. It was our usual ritual, whether we would share the couch watching them or just text back and forth. We talked about who we wanted to win, who we definitely wanted to lose, our crushes. Tonight was no different, and I could tell it was lifting her spirits.

Susan had admitted to me that she was into both guys and girls before. Though, she admitted to me, besides a couple late night necking sessions at camp a couple summers previous she hadn’t really had much experience with other women. I knew she had been seeing a guy, and they had gone all the way before. That was in the past though, as far as I knew Susan wasn’t seriously thinking about dating anyone at the moment.

I had dated a few guys over the years. Some more seriously than others. I had told Susan that I wasn’t into girls, but some were definitely cuter than others. She had always teased me about that in the past, telling me that I was “halfway there,” and that “you just need to meet the right girl.”

Susan kept up her teasing tonight, “Okay, now if you had to be stranded on a desert Island with either Leslie or Jamie, who would it be?”

I rolled my eyes at her. “If it had to be one. It would be Jamie. You saw how fast she was able to build a fire, I can’t do that!”

“You know what I mean Jenn,” she said exasperatedly.

“Still Jamie,” I blushed a little, sticking out my tongue at her. Jamie was lithe, confident, and had these piercing blue eyes. I had to admit to myself that the biggest reason why I didn’t want her to be eliminated was because of how cute she was.

“See! See!” she said, looking at me accusingly. We went back and forth like this for the rest of the evening.

It was getting late, “Hey Jennifer, I should probably get home, but thank you for everything.” She got up, fiddling with the blanket folding it back up. I could see her start to get more tense. We walked upstairs, and Susan said her goodbyes to my parents.

I walked her out to her car in our driveway. “Hey Susan, I could pick you up in the morning if you’d like? If you’ll be more comfortable with that. And since practice starts up after school I can give you a ride home. Would that help?”

“That…that would be amazing. I don’t know what I would have done without you,” she turned to hug me. Susan held me tight, and we stayed like that for a while. I could feel her breathing in my arms, her warmth, the floral scent of her shampoo. Eventually she pulled away, and I was sad to see her get into her car and drive off.

That Escort Beylikdüzü night in bed I thought about what happened to Susan. It made me so angry, Mr. Eriksen taking advantage of her like that. If I could I was going to protect her.

Jenn: Good night Miss P

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Susan:Good night Miss G!

>>>>Thank you for everything. I really mean it.

3 min

Jenn: No problem

2 min

Susan: Sweet dreams

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Jenn: Thx U2

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Next morning

I got up bright and early the next morning, since I had to make sure I would be ready to pick up Susan. Making sure I had my practice gear and my bookbag, I went to head out the door.

“You’re headed out the door early today,” my dad said.

“Oh, I’m going to be picking Susan up today. We figured it would be a bit easier this way with soccer practice,” I replied.

“Can’t fault that logic. Good luck sweetie,” he kissed me on top of my head.

I got into my little silver compact, and made my way over to Susan’s house. As soon as I pulled into the driveway she popped out of the door with her own bags. She always made the school’s uniform look good, crisp button down and plaid skirt. Susan threw the bags into the back seat, and sat down.

“How’d it go last night?” I asked her.

“I’ve been better,” she admitted. “I couldn’t really sleep.”

I gave her a slight frown, “I’m sorry. Did you get breakfast? Big day you know.”

“Yeah, I had my usual oatmeal and bacon,” she said.

“Atta girl,” I gave her a smile.

We drove on in silence for a while, but once the school got into sight I had to ask her, “Are you…are you going to be okay?”

“To be honest, I don’t know. You helped a lot. You are helping me a lot. I guess I just need to get distracted by my work.”

Parking the car, “Makes sense, but don’t forget, I’m just a text away. Let me know if you need anything at all.”

She gave me a small smile, “I can’t tell you how much I’m in your debt Jenn. I would be a mess right now if it wasn’t for you.” She leaned over to give me a small hug.

“Let’s do this,” I told her. We got out of the car and headed into the school.

Normalcy

“Holy moly, I figured he’d push us hard, but not that hard,” Susan said collapsing into the seat of my car. We were both dripping from sweat. Coach had us run sprint after sprint. I couldn’t fault him, most people didn’t take winter training seriously. He had to weed out the pretenders, and we needed to get up to speed. It had been warmer than expected, so we were able to do our drills outside.

“I know I’m going to need a nice cool bath when I get home,” I said as I rolled down the windows. The cool breeze felt fantastic. “Today was a good day?”

Susan didn’t say anything for a little while, “It was a normal day…which is to say, I think that’s a good thing.”

“Good! Let’s plan for the same thing tomorrow…except we’ll probably be a little more sore,” I groaned. She laughed at that.

I grew a bit more serious, “Did…Miss Carragher say anything?”

Susan looked pointedly at the dashboard for a while, then said, “She talked with me. She said Mr. Eriksen told her that the matter was handled, and we scheduled a time to do a make up. It looked like she had some questions she wanted to ask me about it, but she kept it to herself.”

“Thank God for that,” I said.

Susan let out a big sigh, “Yeah. Would you be willing to pick me up early on Thursday, for the make up?”

Looking at her, I reached out and gave her hand a squeeze, “I can do that. Look Susan, it’s going to be alright.”

She held onto my hand, seeking small comfort in it. Laying back against the seat, she closed her eyes. We stayed like that, quiet for the rest of the ride back to her place.

We continued like this for a couple weeks. I would pick her up in the mornings, and drop her off in the evening after practice. Sometimes during the week we would have study sessions at each other’s houses, and of course during the weekend one of use would end up at the other’s house for a movie or game night. It was a source of stability for Susan, one I was happy to continue.

Monday was our first game of the season and Susan had come over the Sunday before. We had made it a small tradition of getting into our gear and doing a small photo shoot before the first game. We had finished up with our makeup. Now both of us were putting on the finishing touches to our nail polish. We used the school colors, Blackhawk Blue for the base and Blackhawk Gold for the tips. Everyone calls it a ‘gold’, but it really was more of a yellow. Not that it matters too much, as long it matched our kits.

I don’t want to brag too much, but we looked pretty good. Coach did a good job of picking the jersey this year. They were a nice deep blue color and had a subtle geometric yellow throughout. And unlike last year, the manufacturer didn’t make them way too tight. We both marched upstairs to the back where my dad was waiting to take pictures. We both stood there as my dad gave us directions for different poses: stand back to back, “ready to rumble,” finger guns, bunny ears. He even managed to get a shot of the two of us juggling a ball back and forth. Then he told us to do whatever. I sort of stood there awkwardly trying to think of what to do when Susan turned to face me. She walked over and placed her arms around me. I did the same, holding her close.

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It just needed to be that statement about Tom Hanks and the Oscar that would set the tone for what would happen next between my Dad and me.

Based on the response from my Dad’s last letter, it sounded like he was not only interested on who it was that was sending him letters and pictures, but that he might also be into it. Maybe he would not only let me suck his cock, but he would also want to suck mine. I think that is if he could get over the fact that the person sending him these letters was his son.

I hope that he wouldn’t lose respect for me even if he wasn’t into it. Maybe he would appreciate me being honest with my feelings and maybe in some small way, understood them. At least, that is what I was hoping. I now needed to have the guts to go through with it and didn’t want to wait too long. He might get frustrated and mad if there was a long time between our correspondence and letting him know it was me.

I stopped by my parents house on a night that I knew my mother was going to be out with her friends playing bridge or some other card game. Dad was is in his usual spot watching TV in his lounge chair.

“Hey, Dad. How is it going?”

“Not too bad. Just watching TV while your mother is out with her friends. What brings you by tonight?” He responded.

“No reason, really. I was on my way to my apartment after visiting some friends and knew Mom was out, so I thought I would stop by.” I replied. “What are you watching?”

“Some comedy called There’s Something About Mary. Have you seen it? It is kind of silly, but there are some funny parts.” He said.

“Yes, I have seen it. It is hilarious.” I answered.

He was about Beylikdüzü escort half way through the movie, so I decided to watch with him. As if perfect timing, they got to scene in the movie where Ben jacks off in the bathroom before his date with Mary. I was curious to see if Dad was going to have any reaction to the scene and say anything. He didn’t say anything at first and I think he was a little embarrassed by the scene, but he started to laugh out loud after Mary used the cum as hair jell that made her hair stand up. I laughed out loud too to be on the same page with Dad.

“Do you think it will really make someone’s hair stand up like that?” I inquired.

“I am pretty sure it doesn’t or people would be using it which would kill the hair jell industry.” He answered with a chuckle.

“Good point.” I laughed. “This movie is funny because of how unrealistic it is sometimes, don’t you think? it reminds me of the movie with Tom Hanks, Big. It was funny, but it was just so unrealistic. Do you remember that one?”

“Yes, I remember that one. It was good too,” he answered.

Well, with that exchange, I decided it was time to leave. I had done what I mostly had come there to do and was proud of my effort and how it worked out, but was also frustrated with myself for not going further and saying how Tom Hanks should of won an Oscar for Big.

“Well Dad, I got to get going. I will talk to you soon.”

“You leaving already?” He asked.

“Yeah, I have to get up early tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of the movie. The ending is hilarious.”

“Ok, see your soon.”

With that, I left and got in my car to go home. I sat there for a Beylikdüzü escort few seconds excited about what happened which now included sporting a tremendous hard on. I stroked it through my jeans as I started the car and proceeded to drive home. I am not sure whether it was all that happened or the raging hard on, but I picked up my cell phone and dialed my parents number.

“Hello” he answered.

“Dad, it’s Robby. I forgot to ask you something before I left.”

“What was that?” he asked.

“Don’t you think Tom Hanks should of won an Oscar for his role in Big?” I almost stuttered as the words came out of my mouth.

“Robby, yes I do. I think he deserved it and am glad you asked me. Can you come back to the house for a few minutes so we can talk?” he asked.

“Sure Dad, I will be right there.” I answered.

I tried to calm down as I turned around. I had no idea what was waiting me back at the house. It could either be one of the best nights or worst nights of my life.

By the time I pulled into the driveway at my parent’s house, my hard on had subsided, probably due to the fear of the unknown of what I was going to be walking in to. I will tell you that it was about to get hard again when I walked through the hall way and saw my Dad.

He looked at me and smiled and then looked down where he was holding his hard cock. His pants were unzipped and pulled down around his ankles along with his underwear.

Without missing a step, I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and let them drop to my ankles revealing my now hard cock. He stared at my cock and smiled slightly and then looked up at me.

Without saying a word, Escort Beylikdüzü I dropped to my knees between his legs replaced his hand with mine. I gently stroked his cock before licking the tip and down the shaft. He moaned as I slid it into my mouth and slowly started sucking on it. I couldn’t have been more turned on as I sucked up and down on his cock. I stopped at the tip and sucked on it while flipping it with my tongue. I took it out of my mouth briefly to look up at my Dad who had his head back and eyes closed. He looked like he was enjoying the experience as much as I was.

“Oh, Robby… That feels so good.” He finally uttered. “Please don’t stop, Son…”

“Don’t worry, Dad. I have been looking forward to this for a long time and don’t plan to stop until you tell me.”

I started to stroke and suck my father’s cock again. My mind now drifted from the excitement of what was happening to how much I wanted my Dad to cum in my mouth. The desire to taste and eat his semen caused me to increase the pace. He was now moaning louder and running his fingers through my hair.

“Oh, God… Oh, God… I am going to cum.” he shouted.

“Oh yes, Dad. Please cum in my mouth. I want to taste and eat your cum.” I answered as I tried not to slow down at all.

The first wave of cum hit the back of my throat like a bullet. I held the head of his cock between my lips as stream after stream of warm cum filled my mouth and down my throat. It seem to keep on cumming and I didn’t want it to stop, but it slowly did. I kissed his cock as I lick the last drop from his softening cock.

“That was the best blow job I have ever gotten, son. I am so glad you revieled it was you and am so glad you acted on it. Your mom will be home soon, but next time. I want to suck that massive cock of yours.”

“Sounds like a deal to me”. I said while smiling and still savoring the taste of my Dad’s cock and his cum.

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The dawn light illuminated the tent and I rubbed my wet ass with a towel and slipped into my jeans and top. Jim’s cock still looked semi hard and I rolled it my hand and started to milk it. There was no sign of any change in hardness from his pole but it felt good and made my own cock start to stand up hard.

I unzipped the tent and got out, as I stood up and stretched in the cool morning air, and gazed at the sights and sounds around us.

“Hey how goes it man,” said the guy on the next pitch.

“Ok, it’s a great morning isn’t it?” I responded.

“You two guys aren’t into fishing really, are you?” he quizzed.

“Oh no?” I said “what makes you say that fella?”

“I liked the Asthma bit last night, that’s a first and original if I ever heard it” he said with a sneer.

“Mind your own God damn business will you!” said Jim as he emerged from the tent “what’s it got to do with you anyhow?”

He stepped right up to the guy within inches of his face and sucked in a great lungful of air, puffing out his great hairy chest.

He looked twice his size and ominously threatening.

“Ok, Ok you made your point and I think I made mine,” said the guy as he back peddled away from the situation.

He wondered away back towards his own pitch and when a comfortable distance away he made a hand gesture and said something neither of us could make out.

I grabbed Jim’s sleeve as he was about to go after the guy.

“Leave it, let’s get out of here and try another campsite or maybe even go home”

“The cheeky god’damn bastard” Jim huffed and puffed.

We dismantled the tent and packed all the equipment back up into its carrying cases and loaded the car. We drove out of the track and onto the main road.

“Let’s go home shall we?” I said

“Sure, but maybe we can stop somewhere along the way and have a ‘play” Jim smiled

“Sure why not,” I responded

We drove along the road and I slid across the front bench seat close up to Jim.

My hand sliding up and down his inner thigh and occasionally up over the front of his jeans. I could feel his cock rising inside and slowly unzipped him and pulled the front of his trousers wide apart. His white briefs were packed full of hard throbbing cock and I massaged Beylikdüzü escort his growing cock through the tight white cotton.

I couldn’t resist it any longer and tugged at the tight elastic band, pulling it outwards to reveal the pulsing pole that lay beneath.

My other hand delved into the hot and sweaty heart of his pants and gripped his shaft tightly. He slipped back in his seat and closed his eyes and I could feel him almost relax at the prospect of what was to come.

I tugged his cock completely out of his pants and helped his balls to sit over the elastic band. It gave tension to his ball sack and I could concentrate all my efforts on his cock.

I rubbed it with both hands and spit on his cock head to lubricate his foreskin. It made the rolling of his cock so much easier as I gripped hard at the base with one hand and started to quicken the pace with my other hand.

He started to buck and ride my fists as they pounded his meat and I dropped my hot lips onto his cock head. Licking and sucking at the tip of his meat made him groan and ride my mouth. He tried in vain to get more cock into my mouth but I teased him and resisted, licking the tip with long slow straight licks right up the shaft to the very tip of his now bright purple cock head.

I became aware of a slight tapping noise in sync with the bobbing of my head over Jim’s huge monster pole. I glanced up to see a check shirted forestry worker stood at the window of the car with his cock out, stroking it in time to my head. His shirt sleeve was catching the car window and his cock was poking out through the front of his blue coverall. I gasped in surprise and Jim opened his eyes and stared at the man who didn’t stop stroking his cock.

“Go ahead you guys, don’t mind me, this is the best ever,” said the guy.

“Shall we?” I asked.

“Why not,” said Jim “It’s too late now”

Jim pressed the window down button and the driver’s side window slid down as the motor whirred.

The guy stood nearer to the car door and his cock was poking through the window opening. Jim grabbed a handful of this new cock as I continued sucking and licking. The forestry guy reached into the car and stroked the parts of Jims cock not already in my mouth. He also tried to Beylikdüzü escort put a couple of fingers into the corner of my mouth and I sucked them as I sucked Jims cock head at the same time.

The guy started to moan and groan as his cock pulsed and a thick white single stream of come shot all over the door panel and seat of the car. This was followed by several more pulses of come shooting wildly over the outside of the door panel and wing of the car.

“Jeez you guys, that was hellish good, let me return the favour,” and he leaned into the car and took Jims hard pole into his mouth and sucked him to a conclusion. His mouth was firmly clamped over Jims cock head and as he pumped his spunk into the guy’s mouth, you could see him drinking down every last drop. When Jims had shot his last stream the guy took his head off the purple cock head and licked his lips.

“Can I suck you too, young fella?” he asked.

“Sure, come round this side,” I said.

I opened the car door and unzipped my pants and slid my briefs down over my now hard cock.

The guy knelt at the open door and without any pre warning his head dropped onto my cock head and he was slobbering and sucking me for all he was worth.

It took literally just a minute for me to start to blow my wad into his mouth and exactly the same as Jim he sucked every last drop out of my cock and balls not losing a drop. He rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up, zipping his pants and coverall and said goodbye and went into the forest track.

“How about that?” I asked

“How about that, indeed,” replied Jim.

“I know he made my cock ache,” I said “he sure knew what he was doing there!”

“Let’s get back on the road,” said Jim, and we turned back onto the highway and made our way back home.

We pulled into our driveway and started to unload all the tackle into the garage.

Mom came out to look at what we were doing and kissed us both on the cheek.

“Well, how did it go,” she asked.

“Ok I suppose,” I said “not really what we thought it would be”

There was an awkward silence as we continued the unloading process.

“I hadn’t expected you back today so I guess I should go to the supermarket and get something for evening meal,” Escort Beylikdüzü she said

She went into the house and took her coat and car keys and said she would be back in a little while.

“Race you upstairs,” Jim said.

He was gone like a flash, running up the stairs two at a time. I followed him and saw him disappear into my room, I followed and shut and locked the door.

He was already totally naked with his pole raising up and pulsing with eager anticipation. I stripped naked in a matter of seconds and lunged at his rock hard cock with both hands.

I stroked it and sucked at it eagerly as he worked his way into a laying 69 position and fingered my ass hole with two then three fingers, gently running his tongue over my now rigid cock end.

He knelt up and indicated that I should kneel in front of him. My cock was solid and stuck straight up in the air, my balls hanging tightly under it and I tingled from head to toe.

He pushed my head down towards the mattress and with a gentle but firm movement, slid the whole length of his cock into me. I thought I felt it pushing out of my throat, he gave me so much cock all in one thrust. It felt magic, super, exhilarating and made my own cock move in time with his thrusts into my bowels.

He pumped all of his 9″ in and out the full stroke. My mouth itched, my eyes became tight and my face contorted as a huge and powerful orgasm welled up inside me. I felt my ball sack lift up to my body, and as he slid his whole length in and out of my ass I could feel the single long string of white creamy come shoot from my slit. It dribbled and shot in time with his thrusts. I felt his cock going harder and his hot balls hitting my ass as he started to unload deep into me.

He continued to shaft me even when there was no more come to shoot and he was on auto-pilot.

He pumped and pumped as the tremors shot through him and into his legs which shook the bed from top to bottom.

He pulled his now shrinking cock from my ass and it dribbled the remaining drops onto the bedclothes. We both made our way shakily to the shower and both stepped into the tray and turned on the warm water.

I kneaded his cock and ass and he responded in kind doing the same to me, with lots of shower gel and warm water I came yet again.

We towelled each other dry and I went back into my bedroom and lay flat out on the bed totally and utterly exhausted by the recent events, Dad went into his bedroom and fell fast asleep on their king size bed.

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Both of the girls had their skirts hiked up around their waists and their shirts above their tits, but they didn’t remove either article of clothing. To them it seemed hotter to keep them on because they knew how filthy they’d end up getting. They finally decided to unlock the door to their booth, and the first two guys in line walked in, cocks in hands.

“Do we need condoms or anything?” asked one of the guys.

“FUCK condoms!” Jen shouted, loud enough for the whole bookstore to hear. “Bareback is the only way to go! We want fuckin’ cum in every hole in our bodies. Go ahead and fuckin’ breed us with your baby juice. We don’t give a shit! We’re just a couple of cum dumpsters to be used any way you feel like!”

With that announcement, all the guys in the bookstore knew they were in for a night of nasty fun. The two who had entered the booth wasted no time ramming their cocks up the girls’ pussies.

“Oh SHIT yeah, that’s what I needed!” cried Stacy. “Pound that fucker home you dirty bastard! Abuse my cunt! Treat me the way a filthy slut deserves to be treated!”

Another cock poked through the hole and Stacy greedily gobbled it down. Both girls continued to suck every cock that came through the glory holes while the guys in their booth were fucking them from behind. As soon as one guy would cum, another would be there to take his place. Sometimes the guys would cum up their pussies, other times they would pull out and shoot all over their backs and asses. The girls were beginning to get completely covered in cum. Every time a guy would pull out of one of their cunts, globs of sperm would come pouring out and splat on the floor between their legs. Jen was actually starting to wonder where all these men were coming from. It didn’t seem like there was this many in the store when they first arrived.

At one point a guy stepped up to take his turn at Jen, and he said, “I can’t fuck this bitch’s cunt! It’s all sloppy now and I won’t get any friction!”

Jen pulled her mouth off the cock she was sucking and replied, “Is there something wrong with my asshole, motherfucker? I’ve got a whole other fuckhole here and no one’s bothered to use it yet!”

Stacy heard this and exclaimed, “Ooo wait! Let me lube her ass up for you!” With that she turned around, pulled Jen’s buttcheeks as far apart as they could go, and began munching on her puckered asshole. Every so often she’d pull back and spit giant gobs of saliva Beylikdüzü escort right into Jen’s ass. Jen was moaning and squealing around the cock in her mouth.

“Ok, now she’s ready to be ass fucked!” said Stacy. The man took Stacy’s place and rammed his hard cock up Jen’s ass in one motion. He did not care about being gentle, and Jen wanted it that way. He began to pound away at her ass, his balls slapping Jen’s cunt with every stroke. Jen was truly in ecstasy now, for she was a pure anal addict.

“HOLY FUCK that feels good!” she shouted. “Ram my dirty asshole! You like that? You like that you motherfucker? OH MY GOD! Come on do it harder! Is that all you got bitch? Oh yeah! Plow my shithole! Oh my God I needed this so bad!”

Jen’s filthy mouth, coupled with the fact that he was the first to fuck her asshole tonight, was too much for the guy. He moaned and blasted his jizz deep into her bowels. Jen could feel every spurt coating the walls of her ass. As the guy pulled his cock out, Jen turned around and immediately began sucking it. This was her favorite taste in the world: sperm mixed with ass juice. She sucked and licked until the guy’s cock was clean, then said, “Ok, who wants my ass next?”

Another guy stepped up to use Jen’s ass, and Stacy decided she couldn’t wait any longer to have her back door filled. After the man who was fucking her shot his load up her pussy, Stacy reached down and shoved three fingers up there, scooping up as much cum as she could. She then rammed all three fingers up her asshole, twisting them around, making sure her ass was lubed up good with fresh sperm. When the next guy came into the booth she directed him straight towards her asshole. Now both girls were getting fucked up the ass at the same time and loving every second of it.

Jen and Stacy could see out of the open door to their booth, and there was a huge crowd of men out there. They had already both sucked or fucked at least a dozen guys, and yet there seemed to be no end to the group of men waiting their turn. What they didn’t know was that the manager had “officially” closed the store, locking the front door, but then unlocked the back door. He then proceeded to call just about every guy he knew and told them to get down there quickly so they could take a turn with the sluts. The men that were already in the bookstore followed his lead and started to call their friends too.

Soon there was a virtually endless Beylikdüzü escort rotation of men coming and going from the bookstore. Random men passing by on the street would see the crowd gathering around the back door and wander in to check out the action. Every one of them got at least a blowjob, and some were lucky enough to fuck a cunt or an asshole. Some of the men became so impatient waiting their turn that they began to play with each other. There was not a gay guy in the bunch, but they were so horny from watching the proceedings that they needed to get off. Some began to stroke each other’s cocks while talking about how hot Jen and Stacy were and discussing what nasty things they were going to do to them. Men with wedding rings on were on their knees sucking cock. The scene was total depravity.

Whenever Jen and Stacy were able to wipe the glaze of cum off their eyes, they could see what was going on all around them. At this point they were no longer in the booth, but had been dragged out into the middle of the hallway. The sight of all these horny men getting nasty with each other made the girls even hotter. They were shouting for the men to fuck them harder, degrade them, abuse them, treat them like filthy whores. Sometime a man who had been sucking cock would walk over with a mouth full of cum and spit it right into one of the girls’ mouths, or all over her face. Jen and Stacy were almost unrecognizable from the amount of goo that covered their faces. Their hair looked like it had been dipped in a bucket of jizz.

Stacy yelled that she needed to taste some ass, so guys began to take turns sitting on her face. One by one they squatted over her, mashing their hairy, sweaty assholes into her mouth. Stacy spread each guy’s ass cheeks as far apart as she could so she could ram her tongue way up his asshole. She knew how nasty she looked munching on all of these asses, and she loved every minute of it. Sometimes she would even stick a finger from each hand up the guy’s hole and use them to pry it apart, making it gape. This way she could get her tongue up there as far as possible and lick the inside of his anal walls. When a guy would get so excited from the ass licking that he shot his load, Stacy would save it in her mouth until the next guy came over. Then she would force the load of cum up into his ass with her mouth and suck it back out. The mixture of cum and ass juice was one of her favorite tastes in the world. Escort Beylikdüzü

At one point someone shouted that the two girls should sixty-nine, which they were more than happy to do, so Stacy climbed on top of Jen. They began to sloppily much away at each other’s cunts, which were filled with dozens and dozens of loads of cum. Stacy would scoop up giant globs of sperm as it oozed out of Jen pussy and shovel it into her mouth, or sometimes just smear it all over her face. Jen, being on the bottom, had better access to both holes, and was hungrily slurping jizz out of both of them. She was keeping Stacy’s ass cheeks spread apart as far as she could, and her gaping asshole was flowing cum into Jen’s mouth and all over her face.

The men had had enough of just watching, and again the cocks moved in. This time each girl had a close-up view of the other getting pounded. Every time a guy fucked Stacy in the pussy, his dangling balls would bounce and slap Jen all over her face. If the guy was fucking Stacy’s ass, Jen would lift her head up and suck his balls or slobber all over his asshole. Some guys came way up Stacy’s ass, some pulled out and blasted her abused asshole, and some chose to jerk off all over Jen’s face. No matter how they did it, Jen didn’t let a single one of them walk away without cleaning the taste of Stacy’s nasty shithole off his cock.

Meanwhile, down at the other end, Stacy was similarly enjoying her treatment. She would lick Jen’s clit if the guy was fucking her pussy, or completely clamp her mouth down on Jen’s pussy if her ass was filled. There were so many men crowded around now that many of them could not wait their turn. Stacy felt a constant barrage of cum landing on her back, hair, and face. One guy even walked up and shoved the tip of his cock against her nostril. Before she realized what was happening, he started blasting forceful jets of cum up her nose. She began to choke and sputter, and as she coughed the man’s cum came out of her mouth. Instead of getting pissed off, this just turned Stacy on more. She had come to this place to be used like a cum dumpster, and if the men wanted to blast their loads into any orifice she had, that was their right.

As they continued to get fucked, the men would yell vile obscenities at them. It was a constant stream of phrases such as, “Eat that cum you filthy pig! Suck my asshole you nasty gutter whore! Gag on my cock! Choke on it bitch! Oh my God these bitches are so nasty! Take my cock you fuck hole! Open that slimy asshole for me!” Every insult just turned the two girls on even more. They loved the fact that they were here to be used, abused, slapped around and thrown all over the place like rag dolls.

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This is my first story and it is a slow builder. I have left it open to continue and if the feedback is positive from you readers I will be happy to find more fun for Jeanette and Matt to enjoy. Thanks for reading and any feedback welcome.

Jeanette was a beautiful woman. Not in the conventional sense of beauty but in the sense that somehow, something about her turned heads in most of the places she went. She was 48 years old with wild red hair that framed cat like green eyes that would hypnotise at fifty paces. Her full lips always had lipstick that matched her flame hair and accentuated her full lips. That hair hung between her shoulder blades and men ached to touch her and at the same time couldn’t bear to look at her for fear of being rejected by that feline gaze. Her breasts were not the 48DD that so many clumsy stories boast of but they were full and proud with perfect nipples that were prominent when she was excited and stood out like small thimbles framed by sensuous pink areolae that puckered with little bumps. She had a slim waist but a typically English pear shape with flared hips. Her arse was full and curved and her pussy was neatly shaved with firm thighs that were smooth and pale. Her calves were taught in 4 inch heels which were an everyday item of footwear for her.

The only thing that clouded Jeanette’s features was her painful insecurity. She had been single for four years after Mike, her son Matt’s dad, had left them. It wasn’t an angry break up. It was sad. She wanted something that he didn’t feel he could give her and she carried the shame inside her wherever she went. The need that burned in her belly she thought would never be satisfied and there would be no man, she supposed, that could be with her and accept her.

Today was a beautifully hot June day and Jeanette was walking down the high street to meet Matt for their usual Wednesday lunchtime get together. Matt still lived at home but worked many hours to try and supplement her small clerical assistant’s wage. He was nineteen years old and had left college against her wishes to look after both their financial needs – or to at least help look after them. Jeanette was so proud of her son. He had become quite the man. None of those fantasy six packs and heaving chest, just a regular young man who had an older head on his shoulders.

They were close, Jeanette and Matt. Many nights she had had to calm him down as he first held her as she cried over her loneliness and then became angry at his father for hurting her in this way. His anger was made worse by the feelings he had when she was in his arms. It felt so natural to hold her and yet he berated himself for a twisted mind. He shouldn’t be aroused when he held his mother in her misery but he couldn’t help himself. She was the picture of beauty and sexuality to him. He had lost count of the times he had knelt at the toilet bowl, imagining his mother’s curved full panty clad arse tilted up at him beckoning him to push his rigid cock into her aching hole. Even in masturbation he was considerate. As his cum spurted to these lurid images, he would still angle his aching shaft down into the bowl so as not to create too much mess.

Through her own sexual frustration, Jeanette could sense the equal frustration in her son and this only added to the guilt that somehow she was responsible. Most of the time she could bear it but it usually hit her in the lonely night hours where she would often fall asleep on soaked pillows from her sorrow.

But today was a sunny day and life seemed good. She was wearing her favourite white, floral sundress with red flowers. It clung to her not immodest breasts and flared out at the skirt ending halfway down her shapely thighs. She walked with a spring in her step and carried Matt’s lunch – something that had become a tradition on Wednesdays. She beamed as she saw her only boy walking toward her and they hugged with gentle love for one another.

They were headed to the park as the sky clouded over. Matt looked up and moaned, ‘I hope this doesn’t spoil our lunch mum’. Jeanette, just smiled, ‘We can always find somewhere to eat if it rains baby, don’t worry’.

The first spots of rain weren’t something to be concerned about but, as is the way in England, within seconds, heavy drops of water were hurling out of the sky and soaking everything – including Jeanette and Matt in seconds. Matt, ever the gentleman pulled his suit jacket off and wrapped it over his mum’s shoulders as they rushed for cover under the shop awnings but it was to little effect. Jeanette and her pretty sundress were soaked through completely.

‘Oh god’ she complained. ‘I’m drenched! Look Matty there’s a clothes shop. Im going to have to get another dress. I cant walk around in these clothes for the rest of the day’. They braved the deluge and ran into a high street clothes store close by laughing at the situation. As they entered the shop, Matt couldn’t peel his eyes from his mother’s rocking hips as she walked. The fact that her dress Beylikdüzü escort was plastered to that body that seemed designed for sex only made matters worse. Matt’s sizeable cock was straining at his wet trousers before they got to the first rack of clothes and he prayed his mother wouldn’t notice his aroused state as they began to browse for some dry clothes for her.

It wasn’t long before they found a similar dress that Jeanette could try on. They walked toward the changing rooms and before they entered a blousey assistant with ungainly heavy tits stopped them. ‘I sincerely hope you’re not intending to go in there young man. This is a women’s clothes shop. I don’t want our customers leered at by a dirty young man looking for his kicks!’ Matt was embarrassed by her haughty attitude and flushed crimson. He saw Jeanette about to explode at the assistant and held her hand tightly. ‘It’s ok, I’ll wait outside here.’ He placated. Jeanette smiled and entered the changing area where the booths were lined up for the customers.

The assistant wandered off and a minute later, Matt heard Jeanette calling for help. He called into the changing are, ‘She’s gone mum. What’s up?’ ‘Oh Matty, this is too big, I need the next size down could you get it for me please?’ ‘Of course mum’ and he strolled back to the area where the dress was. He got the next size and took it to the dressing rooms. The stroppy woman was still not there so he had no choice. He looked round and then wandered in and began whispering ‘Mum?’ trying to find where Jeanette was.

He was startled when he heard the assistant coming back talking to a colleague. He didn’t know where to hide himself or how to explain clearly breaking the rules she had so expressly laid down earlier. Just as she was about to catch him in a women’s changing room with a dress in his hand he was grabbed by a hand behind a curtain of a booth and dragged quickly inside it.

It was cramped inside it and Matt found himself standing behind his mother who was wearing only a red bra with her beautiful tit flesh straining at the material, almost held in merely by the pressure of her nipples. His eyes wandered down his mother’s body, her smooth back leading to the flare of her hips with that voluptuous arse jutting back and up as they struggled for space. Her curved arse cheeks were encased in the same red as her bra. Full high cut panties that were as soaked from the rain as her dress had been and the material, soaked, had sunk into the crack of her edible arse and almost taunted Matt. Jeanette shivered at her son’s proximity in this close space. The assistant wandered through the changing area and they stood with held breath. And then the shocking and inevitable happened.

Matt’s cock, acting of its own volition hardened in his trousers. He was mortified. How would he hide it.? How could he get out of this without losing his mother in the process. She would think him the most vile person on earth. Getting a hard cock looking at his mother. He was almost trembling trying to think of football scores, ugly politicians – anything to make his angry erection subside. But, as is the way with these things it simply made the back view of his mother’s beautiful body more alluring. His cock, through his trousers, brushed the crack of Jeanette’s arse through the material of her rain soaked panties.

Horrified he saw his mother freeze for what seemed like an eternity and then relax and as she turned her head and smile at her son.

Whispering, ‘Mum, I’m so sorry. God, please don’t be mad with me..its…hot…erm…close…erm…’ He tried to find words to extricate himself from this compromising position.

Jeanette put her finger to her mouth and shushed him. Then whispered back, ‘Sshh. It’s ok Matty my darling. It’s only natural. I’m kind of flattered. Do you think I’m sick for saying that? Now it’s my turn to be sorry’. She flushed and looked down at the ground.

Matt had never seen his mother look more beautiful than she did right now. If she could read his mind she probably would have screamed at him and stormed out regardless of the stroppy shop assistant. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the miserable bitch come back through the changing rooms. He tensed and instinctively grabbed his mother’s hips the result being that his engorged cock jammed against her alluring arse crack. Jeanette choked back a kind of sob sound and Matt was furious with himself for being such a klutz. He was shocked when he looked up, still holding his mother’s hips and saw her biting her own hand. He was appalled that he had caused this and didn’t care about the consequences with the shop assistant who he felt had caused all of this and possibly ruined his relationship with his mother.

Matt stormed out of the changing booth. ‘What the hell do you think you are doing in here?! I thought I told you…’ Her words were cut off when she saw Matt’s fury and the fact that she seemed the target for it. He towered over her trying to find the words to express Beylikdüzü escort himself but thought better of it and walked away. He waited outside while Jeanette paid for the dress and joined him. The rain had stopped and they walked in silence for a few minutes each lost in their own thoughts before Jeanette spoke with a trembling voice.

‘Matt, let’s sit over here, I need to talk to you’. Matt tried to speak but she cut him off.

‘I know you saw me biting my hand before you walked out of that booth and I think you believe it was because I was upset with your behaviour and the feel of you hard behind me. Am I right?’

Matt stared into her green eyes and then had to look at the floor and simply nodded.

‘Nothing could be further from the truth Matty, my beautiful baby boy. I need to tell you some things so that you might not be as angry at your dad and maybe understand why he left me. You may think less of me but I think you and I love each other enough for us to share anything regardless.’

Another silent nod from Matt.

Jeanette took a very deliberate deep breath before she went on. ‘The thing is Matt, your dad left because once I get started I can’t stop. It’s like a curse. I become almost a different person and he became tired of the demands it put on him. The trouble is Matt, I bit my hand because as soon as I felt your co.. hardness against me in the changing rooms, the old feeling started rearing up again. I’ve kept it in check because it’s dirty. Your dad showed me that I was wrong for having those strong needs and that sex should be more about making love than anything else. I wanted more Matt. A lot more. He couldn’t live with that. It’s my fault. Im the dirty, sullied one. It’s why I wont date. I don’t want you exposed to that now you’re an adult. Matt I’m so sorry if I hurt you in there. Or out here. So sorry’

Her words trailed off and now Jeanette looked at the floor. Matt touched her shoulder tenderly and spoke, ‘Mum don’t cry. I have to go back to work now. Trust me mum, all I do is love you more every day. Go home and I’ll see you there tonight and this time we’ll talk together, not just one of us. Let’s see where that goes shall we? I love you mum – whoever you are.’

Her perfect son stood slowly and kissed the top of her head. And walked quietly back to work.

Jeanette arrived home before Matt and could only pace nervously and drink a glass of red wine. She couldn’t settle to anything and nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard her son’s key in the door.

‘Matty, do you want dinner now? I can have it ready fairly quickly if you like’

‘No mum, I’m not that hungry to be honest. I haven’t stopped thinking about our conversation and I think we need to have the follow up before I can focus on anything properly. Can we talk and sort this out so that we can both be happy – or whatever?’

Jeanette marvelled at the maturity and bravery of her son. She would have tried to avoid the conversation if he had allowed it. She feared that this may be the last real conversation she had before she disgusted her son and he left her as well. But it was only the first conversation of many as fate would have it.

Jeanette walked into the living room and Matt motioned her to sit on the couch. He pulled up a foot stool and sat opposite her looking directly at her. Both looked nervous but Matt knew he had to begin or this would never end.

‘Mum…what you said at lunchtime…were you talking about your sexual relationship with dad? That he left you because you wanted more than he could give? Does that mean you’e highly sexed? It…ok…I know it’s a little embarrassing but I’ve..err…you know…been with other girls. Please…trust and be honest. If you are with me then I will be with you. Totally. Completely. And let the chips fall where they may. How does that sound?’

‘I’m not sure I can Matty. I’m so scared of losing you like I lost your dad.’

Tears welled up in her beautiful green eyes and Matt took one of her hands and said,

‘Listen mum, we need to get through this. Together. Otherwise you’ll never feel right again. And I can’t have that. I love you too much mum.’

‘Oh Matty, I love you too but I’m scared’

His mother had never looked so absolutely beautiful.

‘Just trust me mum. Simple answers first. That will make it easier. Are you highly sexed?’

‘Yes’

‘And is it your sex drive that made dad leave you?’

‘Yes..no…well…sort of…I suppose it’s the nature of my sex drive that pushed him away’

‘See’ said Matt. ”We’re getting somewhere now. Is your sex drive something kinky…like leather or bondage or something like that?’

‘No…worse than that…Well…that’s what he said anyway.’

‘Toys?’

‘No’

‘Look mum, it’s going to be easier if we work together rather than this veil of mystery. You obviously think this is a filthy secret so if I tell you my darkest thoughts and risk ruining everything, will you do the same?’

Jeanette Escort Beylikdüzü nodded her assent and Matt knew that now was the time to take the plunge.

‘I love you mum. I always have…’

‘I love you too Matty…’ but he cut her off.

‘No mum. I love you. Like a son shouldn’t love his mother. I know every inch of you. I’ve watched you hoovering, cooking, ironing, washing up and…her goes nothing…watched you dressing and bathing…like a pervert, through cracks in the door…addicted to the sight of you. I’ve had the worst thoughts imaginable. Thoughts that would make you slap my face, scream, throw me out in the streets with all the other losers. And now, I suppose that’s what is going to happen but at least you know that someone loves you for who you are. Whatever you are’

Jeanette was biting her hand again and Matt had to almost forcefully restrain her from hurting herself. ‘Mum, why do you keep doing that? Stop it. Talk to me!’

Her resistance was gone. He had risked all and she loved him for it. So now it was her turn to tell the truth. She breathed deeply – unaware of her son gazing at the rise and fall of those lush orbs.

‘I like to talk…’

‘So do I mum, I’m so glad we’re…’

‘Wait.’ She cut him off.

‘I like to talk about sex Matt. Before, during, after. If something triggers me, I can’t stop. I like to speak like some cheap whore from the gutter. I get overwhelmed and can’t stop it. And then that drives me on to do equally filthy things with whoever I’m with. It’s a vicious circle Matt and your dad showed me how wrong it was. And now I have to be alone because no one would want a freak like me!’

She broke at this point and began to sob. Matt took his mother in his arms and rocked her. Cradled her to him and fought back his own tears. She heard his whisper but not the words he said.

‘What was that baby?’ she managed to say between sobbing breaths. Matt held her face up and looked directly into her eyes.

‘Cut from the same cloth’ he said and held her to him again.

They sat like that for fifteen minutes in quiet, loving and supporting silence until Jeanette felt her son take a deep breath. ‘Mum, go and wash your face. Put your make up back on. Like you were at lunchtime.’

‘But why Matty? I feel so ashamed’

‘Why? Because it stops right now. No more shame. I’m sick of you being ashamed of nothing. It ends now. Now do as I say. Go and wash your face and put your make up back on.’

Jeanette had never heard her son speak so firmly and she felt her clit buzz for an instance – almost in recognition. Wordlessly she got up and followed his instructions. She returned to the lounge and resumed her original place on the sofa.

‘No more biting your hand now mum’ Matt said as she sat. ‘We’re going to try something and I don’t want you to argue is that understood?’

Jeanette mutely nodded and looked at her beautiful, masculine son. She was so proud.

‘All we are going to do is talk ok. No holds barred.’ Another nod of assent.

‘Mum, when I was in the changing room with you, were you excited?’

‘Yes’

‘That’s not enough to make you lose it is it? Do I need to be more explicit?’

‘Yes’

Matt could see his mother trembling and could make out the faint mark in her dress where her nipples were beginning to react. He wanted to do this. Needed to. To show her they were of the same mind.

‘Ok…mum…when you felt my cock against you in that changing room, did it turn you on?

A small moan escaped her lips and then a hoarse, ‘Yes’. Matt knew it was working. He wanted her so badly.

‘Mum, when you felt my hard cock against your slutty little arse, did it make your pussy twitch?’

‘Oh fuck yes. Oh Matty, are you sure you want to do this?’

‘Yes mum. Now tell me, how did it feel knowing your son was behind you with an aching cock because of looking at his half naked slut mother?’

The key had turned in the lock and the door was open. Jeanette couldn’t hold back if she wanted.

‘You want to know you little bastard? It felt as horny as fuck! I knew you wanted me. I knew you wanted your whore mum to turn round and take your fuck stick out and let you treat her like the dirty little cunt she is. I wanted you to spit on me, choke me, slap me, tear my clothes, bite me. I wanted you to fuck the shit out of me and abuse me until I couldn’t stand. Fill all of my filthy holes with your incestuous cum. Love me forever but let me be your fuck toy, your cum dump. Anything you want Matty you motherfucker, anything’

Her eyes were wide as she spoke and her breath was ragged. She waited with baited breath trying to read Matt’s face. There was something in his eyes she recognised – it was herself.

Before she could react Matt had grabbed her hard by the hair and yanked her from the sofa and forced her to her knees. H etilted her head back as she gasped with lust and then she heard the words,

‘You’re mine now you little whore. I fucking love you and I know what you need. There’s going to be no let up. You are MINE. My little cunt to do with as I wish. To satisfy your little pussy and make it sore. To own my mum and satisfy her. No more guilt for MY little slut.’

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and people need to understand that it is for entertainment purposes only. Note that all characters in the story are over the age of eighteen (18) years old. The term ‘teen’ or ‘teenager’ can easily refer to a person who is eighteen or nineteen!

I am happy to say that the original story ‘Cursed – The Idol of Lesbos’ has been picked up by director Margo Sullivan and put to film. Hopefully the popularity of these tales will continue both in film and in story format with support and encouragement from you fans!

‘Cursed – The Return of the Idol’ is a loose sequel and you can easily get through it without reading the original. In review, the Idol of Lesbos is a cursed item that makes every woman it comes in contact with into a lesbian. It becomes separated from its previous owners and discarded on a stranger’s front lawn, which is where our story begins…

Chapter 3

Cindy and Ashley stepped off the bus last, right behind Tilly and her brother Billy. The four typically walked home together and had done so for many years. Now it was their senior year in High School. All of them had finally celebrated their eighteenth birthday and all were about to embark on that monumental accomplishment of graduating. There were only four more weeks of school left and the unseasonably warm weather was making the anticipation of finally escaping school that much more unbearable. Cindy and Ashley were both still in their cheerleading uniforms, having practice right after school.

“Kelly?” Cindy blurted out. “You’re dating Kelly?”

Billy puffed out his chest and gestured to himself, “Well, you can’t expect this kind of manliness to be left untaken for long. You had your chances.”

Tilly rolled her eyes, “They’ve been on exactly ONE date. It’s a little early to be tying that date to the I-N-G. So don’t worry, girls. You can still have allllll tthissss!” She moved her hands about, gesturing to her twin brother in the ultimate display of sarcasm.

“Screw you, sis,” Billy brushed her off.

Ashley was the quiet one of the four and certainly the shortest, although she was never at a shortage of guys asking her for dates. Saving herself for marriage was a big thing in her family and Ashley desperately wanted to live up to those expectations of her parents. All this talk about dating was guaranteed to lead to talk about sex which was guaranteed to lead to everyone making fun of her for being a virgin. Ashley may have been shy, but she wasn’t stupid.

The redheaded teen did her best to derail the conversation, “So, who is getting suckered into the high tea at Cindy’s house?” She raised her hand and made an insincere smile.

Cindy stuck out her tongue as if to vomit, “Ughh, don’t remind me. I keep trying to get out of it but my mother has been brainwashed by Tilly’s mom and now feels the need to snobbify us.”

“Screw you,” Tilly snipped. “Tea is a great idea. I’ve got field hockey that morning but I am definitely going to make the high tea. Some of the women there own businesses and I for one plan on networking for a job that doesn’t entail scooping ice cream for minimum wage, suckers. Speaking of which, do all of your clothes smell like vanilla now, Cindy?”

“Well, as much as I’d love to continue this conversation, I’m going home. Buh bye, bitches!” Cindy waved off Billy and Tilly as she and Ashley crossed the street. She noticed her mom’s car in the driveway, and so did Ashley.

“Wow, your mom is home early again from work. Is she going to get fired?” Ashley asked.

Cindy shrugged, “Mom says she’s bringing in the accounts left and right so the owners don’t care if she goes home after a half day. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Cindy and her bff waved and parted. As the brunette teenager walked up her walkway, she passed Ashley’s mom on the way out. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes were all wrinkled. The woman had looked all messed up for several days but today was the worst. Cindy tried to be nice and not Beylikdüzü escort notice, “Hi, Mrs. Townsend!”

Karen made no eye contact and instead just put up her hand in a short wave, “Hi, uh, Cindy. Bye!”

The girl just shrugged and went inside, calling out, “Hi mom! I’m home!” She went straight for the fridge and poured a big glass of milk, gulping it down until a little drop slipped out and dripped onto the ‘H’ in her cheerleader uniform. She heard her mother’s soft footsteps coming down the stairs and found her mother in a bathrobe.

“Uhh, mom. What are you doing in a robe? And what’s up with Mrs. Townsend? It looks like a bird nested in her hair.”

Jill laughed, “Oh, don’t worry about her. She’s not feeling herself, that’s all. How was school? How was practice?”

“Great. Everyone is getting jittery about graduation. The game this weekend is canceled. The other team, the Tigers, can’t play because four players got suspended for whatever and now they forfeit, so I am free for Saturday night.”

“That’s great! Hey, I wanted to let you know that I’m really proud of you. I’ve been watching you practice your cheerleading and you look really good. I mean REALLY good.”

Cindy looked at her mom strangely, “Uh, thanks I guess.”

“Well, to reward you, I wanted to get you a present. It’s up in your room.”

Cindy smiled curiously, “A present? Uhmmm, okay. Can I look at it now?” With a nod from her mother, Cindy bounded up the steps and into her bedroom. Jill watched her daughter’s tight ass sticking out from under the uniform skirt and wondered how she had never noticed how incredibly sexy her daughter had become. Of course it was her daughter, her baby girl who she had taken care of her whole. To have thoughts and desires like this were unnatural.

‘You must take care of your daughter.’

‘You want the best for her.’

‘Lesbian sex is the best.’

‘You want your daughter to enjoy lesbian sex.’

‘You are making her happy.’

Jill took a breath and worked her way up the steps and down the hallway to Cindy’s room. The door was opened and the moans were clearly sexual. There on the bed was Cindy holding the Idol of Lesbos in her hand, a red bow tied around it. Jill had placed it there on her daughter’s pillow while Karen was busy cleaning up from her first pussy licking experience. Jill was teaching so many women about the ultimate pleasures they could achieve. Ms. White, her clients, Karen Townsend. It was only a matter of time before the idol took Jill to this forbidden place.

Just like Karen, Cindy was embarrassed about being caught masturbating. Even more so for Cindy, however. The moment she picked up the idol, the teenager couldn’t stop touching herself. There were whispers in her head. Terrifying things about girls. Girls doing things with girls. Sexual things. Homosexual things. Lesbian things. Things with tongues and fingers and toys that she had never even heard of or seen. Doing sexual acts that Cindy had never witnessed or even heard of. The whisper was louder and louder, pushing out almost every thought.

‘You love pussy.’

‘You are a naughty girl.’

‘You want to feel dirty.’

‘You want to feel slutty.’

‘Your desires control you.’

‘You want a woman to touch you.’

‘To teach you.’

‘To own you.’

‘You love lesbian sex.’

‘You are addicted to pussy.’

‘You need a teacher.’

‘You want women.’

‘Older women.’

And still the embarrassment of having her mother catching her doing something private managed to pierce through the cloud. Unable to cover up, unable to stop, Cindy did the only thing possibly left. “Mom, help!” she begged. “Mom, I can’t stop touching myself. Please, make it stop! This thing is making me think about things- Ooohh! GIRLS! girls! It’s making me think about girls! Make it stop, mom! I don’t want to do this! Oooohh, p- p- pussy! Love pussy! No, wait! I- help!”

Jill stared at her daughter’s fingers flexing underneath Beylikdüzü escort the shorts she wore beneath her cheerleader outfit. The yellow fabric strained against Cindy’s knuckles as her fingers did their best to rub that teen cunt. Jill found herself licking her lips and even drooling a bit from the corner of her mouth. Her own eighteen year old daughter was being converted into a lesbian against her will, and all that mother could do was feel the forbidden lust growing geometrically from her belly and all over her body. Some tiny, tiny voice in the back of Jill’s head told her that the incestuous thoughts she was having were terribly wrong, but the idol kept spinning it, kinking it, justifying it…

‘Looking at your daughter masturbate is naughty.’

‘You love looking at girls masturbate.’

‘You love to feel naughty.’

‘Your daughter is sexy.’

‘Sexy girls make you hot.’

‘Go closer.’

Still in her bathrobe, Jill dropped the over-garment to the floor to reveal her naked body. She strode the bed and lay seductively mirror image to her helpless daughter.

Cindy’s eyes grew wide in terror, “MOM!? What are y- y- you ooooh doing? What’s happening?”

Jill slid her left hand over her breasts and played with them while ogling Cindy. She licked her lips again as she answered, “The idol is changing you. Making you a better person. A happier person. Just like me, baby girl. You are going to love the touch of a woman, Cindy! Mmmm, just look at your body. You are going to make so many women happy…”

The two lay there masturbating; one by force and the other by lust, daughter and mother stared at each other as the room grew warm from their lust. Jill didn’t remember moving, but each time she looked into Cindy’s eyes, it seemed like she was closer. After just a few moments their bodies were near touching and the heat from her daughter’s flesh was tangible now.

“I- I- can’t f- f- FUCK! –fight it anymore, mom! Take it away from me, please!” Cindy cried, the last bit of effort to beg for her mother to grab the idol from her hands.

Jill was breathing heavier still as she reached out and tickled her daughter’s slim leg, “Don’t fight it, sweetheart. Let go… Mommy is going to take care of you…”

Their mouths were inches apart now as Jill Watson leaned in and slipped her wiggling tongue into her daughter’s. She held Cindy tightly and felt the last strands of free will snap as their incestuous kiss grew more impassioned. The floodgates within the teenager’s lust yielded to the endless pressure from the Idol of Lesbos as she opened herself to her mother’s guiding touch.

‘Teach your daughter.’

‘Tease your daughter.’

‘Taste your daughter.’

‘She is yours forever.’

** ** **

An hour later Jill gave her daughter one last kiss before leaving Cindy’s bedroom. The High School senior already had her laptop out and was reading lesbian erotica as she played with her mom’s vibrator. Jill could barely stand to leave, but her husband and son were home and it wasn’t time to reveal their secrets of the idol. Not yet.

Dressed for the first time in hours, Jill made her way downstairs and greeted the useless remainder of her family. Brad Watson asked where Cindy was since she was usually home by this time.

“Oh, I think she has what I had last week. I checked on her and she is running a fever and has the sweats. Hopefully she’ll be okay for school tomorrow.” Jill was getting very good at lying to her husband.

Brad was oblivious. “You know, even if she feels better it might be a good idea to leave her home. She’s old enough to stay home and take care of herself.”

The night progressed without incident and the late hour found Brad and Jill alone in their bed. It had been almost two weeks since they had sex and he tested the waters by running his hand over her hip and down her stomach. Jill picked up his hand and pushed it back on his side of the bed.

“Come on,” he whispered. Escort Beylikdüzü “It’s been a while now.”

“I’m just not in the mood,” Jill whispered back. With her back turned to her husband, he couldn’t see the twisted smile on her face. In ten days she had more orgasms than in their entire marriage. Why would she ever want to have sex with him again?

Thursday

Jill decided to stay home with Cindy and called in a personal day for work. Brian went off to his college classes and Brad was already at work when Jill decided to get up. She barely climbed out of bed when there was a knock at the door. Cindy shyly walked into her mother’s bedroom wearing a short nightie and nothing else.

“Mom,” she pouted sexily, “I’m feeling really hot. Can you take care of me?”

Jill tingled all over, “Come over here. Your mother is going to definitely take care of you today…”

At ten o’clock Jill remembered that she had one of their accounts stopping by the office and she placed a quick call to Ms. White.

“Jill Watson’s office, how can I help you?” Anita answered the line cheerfully.

“Hello Ms. White,” Jill said.

“Hello Mistress. What can I do for you?”

Jill noticed that there was a breathlessness to Anita’s voice, “Sorry but I forgot to tell you Candace from the Etton’s Pharmacy is stopping by to drop off her requests for the radio spots. Can you take care of her?”

Anita looked down at Candace’s ass as she pumped the pink strap-on dildo into her tight pussy. “Don’t worry, Mistress. I’m already taking care of her. She says she misses you, by the way.”

“Tell her I’ll take extra special care of her on our next meeting.” Jill heard a soft beep and looked at the phone; it was her husband calling in. “Listen, that’s Brad checking up on Cindy. I’ll let you go. Don’t forget to lock the office door.”

“Oooh, it’s locked, Mistress. Candace is going to be here for a loooooong time today.”

“Oh! Don’t forget to take care of that special shopping list I emailed you. Okay, bye!”

Brad Watson called from the office and was surprised to hear Jill’s voice on the other end. “Hey, honey! What are you doing home?”

Jill sighed, “Oh, I felt bad about leaving our sweet baby alone today, so I took the day off to tend to her.”

“She’s an adult now. I think she can fend for herself for few hours.” Brad heard nothing in response and then asked, “So is Cindy feeling better?”

Jill ran her hands through her daughter’s hair as she hungrily ate her mother’s dripping wet pussy, her youthful lips rubbing against her mother’s mound while her tongue was snaking its way up into her lust tunnel. “Oh, she’s definitely feeling hot.”

“Can I talk to her?” Brad asked.

“Sorry, honey, she has her mouth full, but I’ll tell her that you said ‘hi’.” Jill hung up and tossed the phone to the floor. Looking at her newly christened lesbian daughter, Jill taunted, “Your dad says he hopes you feel better.”

“Aww,” Cindy broke away from her munching, “he’s such a good daddy.”

Jill frowned, “Hey! What am I?”

Cindy smiled impishly, “You’re a bad mommy. Very, very bad….”

As her teenage tongue went back to pleasuring her box, Jill threw her head back, enjoying every uninterrupted moment she was having with Cindy. Her daughter was so eager after their first encounter and a night of trying to satisfy her carnal lusts on her own. So many times she wanted to scream out in ecstasy and beg her mother to lick her, but the idol refused to let her. Less than twenty-four hours ago, there wasn’t a lesbian thought in her mind. Now Cindy had done the unthinkable – she had converted to being a complete lesbian love slave, and to her mother of all people! What sinister force would do this to a family she wondered, knowing all too well the idol was behind it all? Could her mother have resisted? Could she have? It didn’t matter now and the teenager was satisfied with the thought that she was weak and needed to be used by the idol for anything it wished.

The two women were separated by a generation, but little else. Jill kissed Cindy deeply as they rubbed their cunts against each other their bodies quaking in devilish pleasure knowing that the taboo encounter between mother and daughter was to be the one of many.

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Rick, stretched out on the double bed nearest the door, heard voices outside—it was the familiar sound of Groton’s voice that had awakened him—far earlier than anyone should be stirring. Rick looked over at the clock on the bedside table, saw that it was still 5:30 a.m., and he groaned and turned on his back, legs spread. His channel was sore. The bodyguard had been thorough and long lasting. The thought that had come into his mind was that Billy Dan would have liked that. But he snored through the whole taking, and the man had been fully satisfied with what he’d gotten from Rick and had returned to his vigil outside the door, after visiting the can, without molesting Billy Dan as well.

Rick came fully awake when he heard Groton laugh and ask, “Good ass, wasn’t he? Sweet enough for you?”

Rick didn’t hear the reply but he was already building an irk. He had wondered if Groton would find out that the dog put on guard duty last night had been in the hen house himself. Now he knew. This probably had been the agreed-upon payment for the bodyguard’s services. He certainly knew that Groton didn’t use money as payment any time he could get away with not doing so. And Rick wondered if part of the agreement was that the bodyguard would leave Billy Dan alone. Certainly Groton was showing far more jealousy now about what was done with Billy Dan away from the cameras than he was about Rick.

Not much question that Rick was earning his way on the trip in more ways than one, and he knew that this wouldn’t be the last travel expense he was supposed to carry. What Phil had said about Groton going ahead and selling still shots on the Internet as they traveled across the country had sunk in. Groton traveled with a laptop and when Rick saw him downloading photos onto a Web site one afternoon, he called him out on what he was doing.

“Publicity,” Groton had said. “Most of these are stills from the movie shots. I want the men clamoring to see Journey to Mirage even before we reach the festival. It will help in the voting.”

But, as Phil had said, Rick knew that it was helping in getting them across country to Mirage as well. That part of this operation was no mirage to Rick. Phil had opened his eyes to that—and then he had opened Rick to so much more. But then that door had been slammed shut.

Groton bounced into the room, turning on lights and literally pulling a groggy Billy Dan out of the bed.

“Up and dressed, boys. I’m taking you to Mardi Gras in New Orleans, and it’s a good chug away from here. We need to be on the road.”

Rick and Billy Dan stumbled out of the room into the chill mountain air just before six, both complaining about needing breakfast, both being ignored.

“We’ll stop on the road—drive you through a drive through,” Groton announced cheerily. “Both of you in the Saab.”

It would be just three of them in the Saab now, Groton’s film crew having been decimated. But Rick looked over and saw that there was someone else standing by the Dodge truck now, someone to ride with Roger. No introductions were made until they stopped for lunch, but then Rick learned his name was Howard. He was an obvious computer geek—sallow skin and thin, undeveloped body, presumably from sitting in front of a computer his every waking moment, and bottle-thick eye glasses, no doubt brought about by the same consuming interest in computer programming. Other than that, he didn’t look too bad. But it looked like even Billy Dan could easily break him in two with his hands, and even Billy Dan showed him no interest, treating him like he wasn’t in the troupe at all. So, Rick thought, maybe Groton had signed on the ideal film assistant for his needs and who would assuage his worries at last.

* * * *

It was nearly 7:00 p.m. before they managed to get to the small hotel Groton had somehow been able to finagle rooms in during Mardi Gras in New Orleans. The last hour of travel was spent in trying to drive through the crowds of costumed revelers in the streets of the old city. The hotel was in the French Quarter, at its northern edge, but just barely.

The hotel wasn’t right on the street, but down an alley barely wide enough to accommodate the Dodge truck. Then, at the hotel’s entry passageway, the vehicles had to negotiate a sharp right turn through another passageway into a small parking lot, where at one time there must have been a building.

It was growing dark and torches were already lit. Revelers were out on Barracks Street en masse, most of them headed for the more-central Bourbon Street area. As Rick and the others approached the entry door, trudging because they were so tired from the long drive and the frustration of the last hour just trying to get into the city, eerie silhouettes of garishly costumed celebrants were cast over the ochre-colored cut stone of the hotel front. A bunch of clowns—obviously all part of the same group—were milling around in the forecourt of the hotel. They thumped on the trunks and hoods of the cars hovering somewhere between Beylikdüzü escort the comical, the grotesque, and the marginally scary, while Groton’s band disembarked.

The first order of business once Groton’s men had entered the hotel was something to eat, and they found the hotel’s dining room filled with half-costumed patrons, hurriedly wolfing down their food so that they themselves could pour out into the streets for a party that would go until dawn. Just dropping into the scene like this provided a specter for Groton’s little band of a wild masque of excess from an earlier century.

Groton turned quite jovial and he ordered extra wine for the table.

“Eat and drink up, lads, and then a snooze. A short one, though, as we have work to do.”

The owner of the hotel appeared at Groton’s side at the end of the meal. He was a double-chinned man of large size and dressed expansively and flamboyantly in a black silk suit with a frilled white shirt and sporting a handle-bar mustache that had been waxed and curled at the end a la Salvador Dali. The man himself was so theatrical that Rick rather thought the attire was his everyday choice and not donned especially for Mardi Gras. All smiles and puffed up, he greeted Groton as an old friend, and, scanning the table, asked with a broad smile, “Who is it to be?”

That’s when Rick found out how they had managed to get the rooms for Mardi Gras on such short notice.

Groton pointed to Rick, and the hotel owner nearly salivated in his show of appreciation. He had two room keys in his hand, which he gave to Groton. Groton, in turn, gave one to Roger. And that was how it was to be. Groton and Billy Dan were sleeping in one room and Roger and the new film assistant, Howard, were in the other. Rick was in the hotel owner’s room, and Groton was motioning him to rise and go with the man now.

“I will require him for a couple of hours after midnight, Alphonse. But until then he’s yours. Use him as you will.”

Being “used” by the rotund Spaniard turned out not to be as taxing as Rick had been afraid it would be. The Spaniard wanted him to strip and stand before him for several moments, as he savored the moment. Then he walked around and around Rick, touching him and playing his tongue over Rick’s body.

After that he wanted to play with and suck Rick’s cock and balls more intimately and had Rick lay on his back on the bed, while slowly, ever so slowly—slowed even more by Rick’s exhaustion from the road trip—the hotelier used his fingers and tongue and teeth to bring Rick to the edge of ejaculation and then away from the edge again and back—until Rick could hold it no more and flowed in a long sigh.

The Spaniard wanted to fuck then. But he wanted Rick to do all of the work. He lay on the bed on his back and Rick had to mount and ride his cock.

Mercifully, it was just the once, though, and it was all over quickly. By the time the Spaniard had come, he appeared to be as tired a Rick was, and he drifted quickly off into a loud-snoring sleep. Rick rolled off him and to the side, and he was fast asleep as well.

* * * *

Shortly after midnight, Groton entered the room, roused Rick, and pulled him away. He was dressed as a seventeenth-century buccaneer, and he had a costume for Rick too—tight silk pants, with black boots, and a pull-over blousy white cotton shirt that opened almost to his navel, the wide opening showing much of his chest and being laced together with white string.

Billy Dan wasn’t dressed. He was lolling in Groton’s bed, legs spread wide, his eyes with the dazed look he had after he’d been worked over by Groton’s oversized cock, which, no doubt he just had been.

Roger and Howard were standing out in the hall, dressed all in black, with black face masks, and hoisting video cameras. Roger had two, one in each hand.

“What’s Billy Dan—?” Rick started to say.

“He’s not going with us tonight,” Groton said. “This is your filming.”

Rick tried to remember what scene this might be—and when he did, the image of the group of intimidating clowns that had accosted them in the hotel’s forecourt, he shuddered and considered trying to beg off.

“Come. I’ve found just the club we need,” Groton said and, before Rick could try to think of a reason they couldn’t be doing this, they were walking through the entranceway and into the tunneled drive and out to the noise and hullabaloo on Barracks Street.

Groton didn’t lead the group farther into the French Quarter, though. He led them northeast, along Dauphine Street, toward the docks area. Entering Burgundy Street, which was almost deserted, the main activity of the evening being in the nearby French Quarter, the raucous noise of which followed them into the dark streets around the docks, Groton stopped at a set of iron steps rising up to an old brick building, which looked to be totally deserted. There was a yellow light showing through the lacy iron stair treads up to the main entrance door, though, and Groton dipped Beylikdüzü escort around the stairs to the left to other stairs that led down into a well under the landing. He knocked on the wooden door that was one story directly under the main entrance, which opened, revealing an eerie, smoky half-lit room beyond.

It was some sort of bar. All of the patrons were in costumes—all sorts of ghoulish dress, predominated by black capes and sinister vampire-looking characters. All of them appeared to be men, and all of them locked their eyes on Rick as the group entered. Roger and Howard instinctively shrank into the shadows around the wall, where their black dressing made them virtually invisible. Groton held Rick at arm’s length as he moved into the room, showing the young man off. In homage to this offering, a cleared circle opened around the two as they walked and all eyes followed their progress.

A table in the middle of the room cleared for them, the patrons obviously all preferring the shadows around the periphery themselves. Groton parked Rick here and went to the bar, where he spoke briefly with a heavyset man sitting at the far end. Money was exchanged and Groton came back and sat down beside Rick.

All eyes were still on them, while the heavyset man drew several men around him, who then fanned out in the crowd.

A series of men in black capes—all striving for the vampire effect—were brought to the table for Groton’s inspection. At length, he picked three, all tall and well-built and of sinister dark-featured countenances. He spoke briefly with them, holding his wallet in his hand until he was satisfied he had the best deal closed—and after he’d made them all bare their chests and lower their trousers. He picked the one with the best mix of build and cock size.

“Where?” Rick heard him say.

With a broad smile, the man answered as he readjusted his clothing, “St. Louis Number Two should do fine. It’s farther away than Number One, but not as close to the Quarter. It should be deserted tonight. And we can reach it on foot.”

When he smiled, Rick shuddered. The man’s canine teeth were protruding and had been sharpened. There was no clue whether they were fakes or implants.

It proved to be a rather long walk, southwest on Rampart to St. Louis and then northwest four blocks to the edge of the Route 10 superhighway.

Groton instructed the vampire—for that was what the man fancied himself to be, whether he was or not—and Howard to stop just inside the gates to the cemetery while he and Roger led Rick down the concrete paths between the raised tombs until he’d found the tomb he wanted. He told Rick to climb up on the tomb. Rick started to say something to Groton, but Groton spat back, “It’s your fantasy. And we can’t be long. Someone could come back at almost any time. Now, hop up on the top of the tomb and take a willing sacrifice’s pose.”

Groton had chosen the raised tomb he did because there were iron rings embedded in the concrete at each edge of the tabletop tomb. Rick laid back on the cold, hard surface on his back, as Groton on one side and Roger at the other took two-foot-long chains out of a bag Roger had carried into the cemetery and attached them to Rick’s wrists and then to each ring on the sides, pulling his arms above his head. The chains they used on his ankles and the rings at the bottom of the tomb cover were four feet long, giving length for Rick’s legs to be raised and spread—but not for him to be able to escape his bonds.

Groton and Roger, video cameras in hand backed off from each side of the tomb, and Rick heard Groton’s soft whistle.

The whistle was the cue for the vampire, who slowly and deliberately—a bit too theatrically, Rick thought—began to stride into the cemetery and toward the tomb atop which Rick was now spread-eagled and chained. Other than the black cape billowing around his body and his black boots, the vampire was completely nude.

Groton had picked well. The vampire’s body was well worked and muscle hard. There was little fat on him, but he wasn’t lean either. He was of dusky complexion, and the distinctive blackness and prodigious size of his cock and balls, swinging low and free between his thighs as he walked, attested to mixed heritage.

As the cameras whirred, he strode purposely to the base of the tomb and lithely bounded on top of it. It almost appeared that he had floated up to where he was standing over Rick, who was writhing within the limits of his chains on the tomb top and looking appropriately frightened. Howard appeared in the shadows below the tomb, providing a third-angle shot.

Groton, muttering his delight at the mystery and dexterity by which the vampire mounted the tomb—which only would need a bit of change in film speed at that point to give the illusion of floating—and blessing the mood being enhanced by the heavy mist beginning to filter into the cemetery, moved around to the head of the tomb to get the full frontal shot of the naked, barring the billowing Escort Beylikdüzü black cape, vampire, showing his toothy smile and looking down at his tomb-top captive, his wickedly upcurved erection showing his approval of the night’s sacrificial lamb.

Then exhibiting his long, sharp fingernails, the would-be vampire proceeded to slice Rick’s clothing off his body, all the time rubbing the underside of his curved cock on Rick’s belly.

Rick turned his head from the sight of his clothing being slowly slashed away and arched his back, fighting ineffectively against his bonds, perhaps partially as an act, but almost wholly at the horror of what the fantasy of several nights previously had produced.

Dramatically, the vampire came down on his knees on either side of Rick’s chest and, grabbing Rick’s head roughly in his hands, assaulted his mouth with a hard cock. Rick gagged and groaned and thrashed about as the vampire thrust into his throat, pulling Rick’s head back and forth on the cock.

At length, fully engorged, the vampire moved his knees back down to between Rick’s spread knees, and he had the palms of his hands under Rick’s buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart and squeezing the orbs. A camera panned in and a forefinger of each hand invaded Rick’s channel as Rick, panting, breathing hard, and crying out at the invasion of his channel by sharp fingernails, arched his back and moaned hard.

The vampire displayed his cock entering Rick’s channel, but then he lowered himself full length along Rick’s body, on top of him, and the vampire’s black cloak hid what was happening underneath it for some minutes, although the action was obvious. The cloak was rising and falling at the level of the vampire’s hips, and Rick was crying out and grunting and groaning with each fall of the cloak, making quite clear that the vampire was stroking his channel deep.

A burst of wind flowed through the cemetery and the vampire deftly unclasped the cloak at his neck and let it flutter aside, dramatically, onto the ground beside the tomb, bringing the voyeur cameras directly into the action. The camera shots showed Rick still writhing under the vampire, fighting him, but fully embraced and skewered and with no hope of success of escape.

The vampire lowered his mouth onto Rick’s chest, and Rick cried out as the vampire’s sharp teeth bit into his skin. There were long, red welt marks across Rick’s chest and belly and thighs and buttocks from the vampire’s sharp fingernails.

The vampire returned his mouth to the hollow of Rick’s neck on one side, and Rick screamed a scream caught eerily on the breeze and echoing off the surrounding tomb walls, as the vampire’s sharp canines proved to be real and purposeful.

And thirsty.

The cameras panned in closely to capture the panicked, pained look on Rick’s face as the teeth punctured the surface of Rick’s throat, and a thin line of blood started flowing down from his neck.

Rick fought harder than before, which forced the vampire’s cock deeper inside him. The vampire’s mouth was making snuffling, slurping sounds at Rick’s neck, and, as if the ingestion of whatever blood it could get there increased the vampire’s strength, it began to pump Rick’s channel harder and quicker.

At the same time, Rick was becoming weaker and weaker. His struggling slowed down, his legs bowed to the side, giving the vampire deeper purchase inside him. He stopped rattling the chains and his head lolled to one side. His breathing was shallower and he began to hear a buzzing in his ears and his eyes were glazing over. Weaker and weaker.

And then Groton was there, warning that it sounded like someone had entered the cemetery. He and Roger were scrabbling at the chain connections, and the vampire disappeared in a hiss and a swirl of mist.

When Rick awoke, totally exhausted, disoriented, and hurting from several slashings on his body, it took him several minutes to realize—signaled first by the snoring—that he had been bathed and was back in the hotelier’s bedroom in the Barracks Street hotel.

Near dawn, the hotelier woke, rested, and wanting another fuck for the price of his currently precious rooms. He tried to rouse Rick, but with little luck. So he got out of bed and hauled Rick bodily across the room to where there was a settee and two upholstered chairs. He draped Rick, belly down, over the back of one of the chairs and then fucked his limp body from behind.

Rick didn’t even know what was happening.

When he next woke, he was lying across the backseat of the Saab. Groton was driving and Billy Dan was in the passenger seat.

He groaned and tried to sit up, but was unable to do so.

“So, awake at last, are you?” Groton called out cheerily from the front seat as he looked into the back through the rearview mirror. “Maybe you’d best not try to sit up for a while. You were magnificent last night. We got great film. That will be a scene everyone remembers.”

“What? Where?” Rick murmured weakly.

“Next stop Dallas,” Groton said. “And don’t worry. You’ll be able to rest and recuperate there. I couldn’t find anything but regular hotel rooms, so you’ll have no one to bother you all day but maybe a maid who can’t read a ‘don’t disturb’ sign.”

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