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Chapter 18 A Spanking and a Surprise Job Offer

I got home about ten next morning just in time to get a surprise call from Mark.

‘Morning stud.’

‘Morning Mark,’

‘So how are you feeling this morning Alex? Tired after all your exertions last night? Sorry I meant over the last three days. And are you still wearing the undies, or just sniffing them again?’

This was going to come back to haunt me I realised.

‘Very funny. Still on balance it was a pretty good evening.’ I just realised as we were talking that I would be able to get to see Susan in Joanne’s flat on catch-up. Suddenly I was in a hurry to get off the phone. ‘Look, sorry Mark I have to dash, was there something I can do for you?’

‘Actually, something I may be able to do for you. Something I think you will really like. Can you meet me tomorrow for a drink? The King’s Arms perhaps. Twelve o’clock? Susan is welcome to come along. You know she is always welcome to come.’

Was that a pun on coming? I assumed it was.

”Yes, and she’s getting good at it isn’t she?’ We both laughed.

‘Sure thing, see you at twelve.’

I hurriedly turned on the lap-top keeping it facing away from the cameras. Yes, Susan was still there. In the kitchen drinking coffee, so knew I had at least twenty minutes on my own before Susan could get home. Both girls were wearing the tabards that I had bought them on Saturday, Joanne’s in red and Susan’s of course the pink. Both were wearing panties I noticed. I thought that would have to change soon, well in Susan’s case anyway.

I switched back to catch-up where I could get the last twenty-four hours on demand. I figured ten was a good starting time, perhaps subconsciously mirroring the time I had started playing with the girls.

There, they were already hard at it on the sofa, tongues firmly lapping each other’s clits. Rolling back further I found Susan arriving just before nine with a Chinese takeaway and the pair of them, hand in hand, and tongue in mouth by nine thirty. It seemed to have been led by Susan but I did hear her make some form of apology that she was pretty new to this and that she had never done anything like it before our party. Jo certainly had been around the block before and was quick and practical in getting Susan undressed and onto the sofa where she nibbled her tits and fingered her clit. I watched entranced for over an hour and had just managed to get my erection back after last night’s little games. I was sitting at the kitchen table playing with myself when I heard Susan say ‘What are watching? Is it good?’

Oh my god. Caught. Far better to get it over with.

‘You darling. You and Joanne last night. On catch-up. I couldn’t resist it.’

‘Oh Lordy, I forgot about those bloody cameras. I guess the world has seen it right?’

‘No dear, of course not,’ I said light-heartedly. ‘Only me.’

‘Yeah right,’ she said,’ you and anyone with a few quid to spend. Well I am a big girl now. Did I look like I was having fun?’

‘Come and have a look. Or even look and have a cum,’ I said still remembering Marks little joke from earlier.

She gave me a sort of resigned but amused sort of look and moved over besides me.

‘What good cameras. I know I have seen them before but somehow it is different watching yourself. Turn it off, get into bed and I will show you what I did. I really don’t like watching it on screen. How was your night anyway? Do I get to watch that later?’

‘Of course, if you want to. I am going to be completely honest so don’t get pissed at me. Yes I had a good time. Yes, I screwed the three of them but only in their pussies, and they did all give me a bit of a sucking. I did not spank any of them and I did come four times, including this morning. If you want to watch it fine. Yes, I did miss you of course. I resorted to looking at your message on text to make sure, but once I got that I went for it, as you would expect. And I am back here now with you, and this is where I intend to stay.’

I realised I had got my message over so added slyly, ‘at least until after lunch when I have to go and sort out a couple of drawers downstairs.’

She laughed and started thumping me wherever she could catch me. ‘I’m sorry,’ she said.’ I guess I was in a bit of a state after spending the night with Jo, forgetting the cameras and then coming in here and seeing you wanking to it. I am okay now and I don’t want to watch you or me playing at studs with other people. I do want a word with you about your panty sniffing exploits however. I think I have more than a little explanation due. In fact, I am going to take this opportunity given to me and insist that you fetch the paddle and bend over this table. Now.’

‘But Susan i… well… ‘

‘Alex, I said NOW and if you are not back here by the count of ten with the paddle, I will make it twenty strokes.’

I realised that she was not joking and in an imperious mood. If this is what a little lesbian dalliance did to her I would have to ration it.

I did return with the paddle in time and bent over the table as told.

‘Boxers down, Alex. You know where, around the thighs, in fact no, take them off and spread your legs so I can see bağdatcaddesi escort your balls jump when I hit you. If you are not good I will aim at them, so move it.’

I did. I moved it. I also counted them out and thanked her. Yes, she did play with my balls after eight and with my cock after nine. No, I did not come after ten despite the finger she stuck her finger up my ass. I think she realised by my soft prick that I was not excited by being spanked. In fact, all it did was hurt.

It did make me realise that I should play with Susan’s genitalia just a little more when I spanked her in future. I rather hoped this way round was a once in a lifetime opportunity, as Bryony had put it. Wow was I still thinking about the girls after receiving a spanking?

Yes, I was.

I changed the subject and told her about Marks call. We speculated about what he wanted. More flatmates?

Susan and I enjoyed the rest of our day cuddling in bed. Yes, we made love. Soft, gentle, slow, appreciative sex accompanied by honeyed words and deeds. I was the one who hopped out of bed to get a warm wet cloth to wipe her down. By morning the little spat had never happened, but my bottom was still sore.

We had a quiet morning, both of us exercising in front of the tv to an old keep fit video. It may have been old but it was enough to get me breathing heavily, or was it that Susan was just wearing a skimpy bra and panties.

Midday saw us entering the King’s Head and me buying the first round of drinks, prosecco and a lager. I had hardly finished paying and we were deciding where to sit when Mark walked in with a slightly older guy, late thirties or early forties, who we did not know.

We waited at the bar and the introductions were made. The other guy was named Art, presumably short for Arthur, spoke public school English and looked like a merchant banker, dark suit, blue shirt with white collar and cuffs and yellow tie. Dramatically overdressed for the Kings Head at midday. I wouldn’t describe him as ugly but it was probably lucky for him that he had money. It transpired that Art was the man behind the funding of the Apartments. He was the money man and there was just one other guy involved, a computer whizz-kid apparently who designed and set up the internet connections. I was very interested in how it was run, who fitted the cameras, how the money was collected and a million other questions. I was fascinated. It seemed that Art came from a monied family and buddied up with the computer guy at LSE. He had done a business degree and had gone into the family business, a small stockbrokers. They had received a good offer for the company by a Bank expanding its business base and as, by that time, Art was a partner he received a few more million, but had nothing to do. Coincidentally he bumped into Darren, the computer guy in a bar one night and they got back to laughing about their time at university and how they had established a small porn company making and showing blue films to the other students. It had never been big enough to sell on as the small amount of money they made they either poured down their throats or gave to the girls who starred in the movies.

I suddenly realised that I had been monopolising the conversations, at least with questions. ‘I am so sorry, the business fascinates me. I hope I haven’t been too curious about you and how the business evolved.’

‘Not at all, if I had wanted to keep it quiet I would have just ignored the questions, or at least changed the emphasis. I would however ask you not to talk about me, or the business, generally. This is a business that my family is embarrassed by and that’s what brings me to this meeting. Mark, tell us about yourself.’

‘Well,’ Mark said. ‘You have never known much about me for the same reason that Art has just given you. My wife, yes, the one I have never mentioned, hates this business, will never talk about it and has eventually persuaded her father to give me a job in the family Brewery in Newcastle. I cannot do this from up there and that is probably the main reason she has worked to get me the job. It is not that I do not get on with my father-in-law, he’s fine, but mainly that I have no experience at all in the industry. I was originally trying to be a party planner, after doing a hospitality degree.

Susan who had been quiet up to that moment almost squealed, ‘That’s what I did at Uni too. I wanted to be a party planner, after organising all the Uni Dinners and Balls.’

‘Anyway,’ he finished off, ‘at least I know a bit about the uses of the Breweries products so eventually they have offered me a job I cannot refuse. Which brings us to you Alex. Art was impressed how quickly you found some very good tenants and how quickly you have adapted yourselves to the apartment itself. Also, your negotiations to take a percentage showed both business acumen and a fair amount of Margaret Thatcher’s favourite vice, greed. This is not a bad vice in the business world apparently. They both grinned, I began to realise that I was being offered Mark’s job. I started to think quickly. Greed, if that was what they wanted, that was what they would get.

I sat back and looked at them as if I was beykoz escort trying to assess the situation.

Susan jumped in, ‘So you want Alex to manage the three flats we have brought in?’

I shook my head reflectively, which Art noticed and grinned. ‘I think Alex knows we want a bit more than that.’

‘It’s all the flats isn’t it. You don’t want to be the public face of the company, to the other apartments or the world at large, and the computer guy just wants to do the computers.’

Art nodded. ‘Mark, soon I am going to have to talk money and I am afraid it is going to be more than I am paying you. Mainly because it is a bigger job than you have been doing and I would like to expand quickly if we can. That will mean a lot more work than you have been doing.’

Mark looked a little crestfallen but in fairness, offered to leave if either of us did not want him there. Neither of us cared, I knew he was going North and I would be unlikely ever to see him again.

‘I am going to want to know quite a bit more I am afraid. In principle I would love the job but I need to know what sort of plans you have for expansion. I have some myself and quite frankly relish the opportunity of working with you both. I have given this business quite a lot of thought, frankly, wondering whether I could ever afford to lease a couple of flats and go into competition.’

Art laughed, leant forward and shook my hand ‘Sounds good, ask away.’

‘I know how many flats you have and who the tenants are. Are there any more in the pipeline? How many monthly, quarterly and annual passes have you sold, and what is your renewal percentages? How many three-day introductory passes do you sell each month and what is their conversion percentage? You see I want this information so that I can assess how I am doing, not that I want to know how much you make out of it. ‘Although,’ I grinned, ‘from those numbers I would be able to make a fair guess. I know how much the apartments cost, and what you have been paying me in backhanders so can make a fair estimate of running costs. All I do not know is Mark’s salary, and the amount of maintenance you need on cameras and computers. I am guessing only Darren and one maybe two part-time electricians who double up as labourers when opening a new flat.’

‘Wow, you don’t pull any punches, but that’s fair. Particularly the reason for knowing the most important numbers, the customer base. When you agree to the salary and we chat and agree about how we are going to grow the business then I will open the books to you so that you can see exactly what base we are working from.’

‘That’s fair, but you haven’t heard the big request yet. I want to be a partner.’

Greed huh. Greed I have in spades.

‘Wow. I really did not see that coming,’ said Art. Susan and Mark just looked on with their mouths open.

‘Don’t panic, I am not looking for an equal partnership. You have the money and Darren has the computer skills, but neither of you can be the front man for the tenants, and the image man for the company if it gets any bigger. I will need to get a percentage say twenty five percent, leaving seventy-five for you and Darren. I guess you will need to talk to him about that. I have no idea whether you are equal partners, or you take interest out for the cash you put in and then equal partners or even eighty- twenty. Anyway, that will be a conversation for the two of you, and of course I will need to meet Darren. Where are you based?’

‘Less than a mile away, we have a small office and a storage area for the electrical gear.’

‘Okay future planning. There are two ways forward. The first is more expensive but you need to double the number of flats and you have to change the style of many of the tenants. I would bet you that in less than a week the three girls below us are one of the top draws. Three practically naked girls running around. What’s not to watch. Us, Joanne and Pete. Top three I reckon, and let’s face it we have helped put Joanne and Pete on the map. The other way to expand is to advertise to customers that we will be having at least one new flat a month, for say, six months, and generate more income to pay for each new one by improving the quality of the tenants. You also want to get the customers more involved. I have some thoughts on that if we can tie the knot. And don’t forget that for that 25% you also get Susan. She is a party planner, as was Mark and has a degree in entertaining. That about it for starters.’

All three of them were now looking at me wide-mouthed.

‘Do you have my cell-phone number. Of course you do, Mark has it.’

Art looked very bemused and said, ‘I guess we’re done for today. I will give you a call in the morning. As you say I need to talk to Darren and have a long hard think about this. I am really not looking for a partner.’

‘That’s funny,’ I laughed, ‘I wasn’t really looking for a job.’

That made him laugh and we shook hands. ‘Can I buy you a drink before we go?’

‘Thank you,’ I said. ‘A prosecco and a pint of lager please. I am a little dry after so much talking.’

‘That’s all you are getting at this stage, Prosecco not Champagne.’

‘Absolutely right. The Champagne caddebostan escort will wait until tomorrow.’

We grinned at each other and I could hear him thinking ‘Cocky bugger.’

Art and Mark left and Susan grabbed my leg, ‘Alex what are you doing why didn’t you take the job first, and then try for the partnership later?’

‘Because he needs me, and let’s face it they said greed was good.’

She laughed and said, ‘My hero. Do you really think he will offer you a partnership?’

‘I really think so. It won’t be twenty-five percent, it will be twenty maybe fifteen. I will have to have some plans ready for expansion, and how to get the customers more involved.’

That evening I persuaded Susan to wash the floor as she did last week, bent double but this time without knickers. Later, between bouts of silent thinking and computer surfing, particularly watching the other flats, she blew me on the sofa and we fucked long and hard again in bed. I had to show Darren that I had stamina as well as flair. It was only later that I realised she had swallowed my sperm. That didn’t happen very often.

I got the phone call about nine-thirty. They must have known I was still in bed, they could watch me on the cameras. I agreed to meet them at their offices, a mile away, at one o’clock. I googled their address and we set off soon after twelve. We were in the Crest and Feathers pub over the road from their office by half past twelve for a quick livener. I asked the landlord about the office across the road but he did not know them. I didn’t really expect them to be regular pub users as, although they were old friends, Art presumably did not have much of a social life near the office. Another reason they needed me. I was quite surprised that the storage area they mentioned was actually very big. The office was on two floors and the storage area, with big double doors on the end, also appeared to be two floors and about twice the size of the office itself. There was plenty of room for two cars or vans and storage room besides, even on the ground floor. It was far bigger than necessary.

We crossed the road at one o’clock and rang the bell. It turned out that the office was just the ground floor and there was a flat above which Darren lived in. Darren himself was a bit of a recluse I suspected. The same sort of age as Art but very quiet and surprisingly good looking. I could see that Susan liked him. She thought she wasn’t being watched as she undid another button on her floaty dress. Then she saw me looking and got embarrassed. We both knew that the dress was the only article of clothing she wore. I had not put out any bra or panties for her. I don’t know whether Darren saw Susan’s action but he certainly seemed appreciative of her figure generally. I thought that may help so I tried to think of a way to encourage Susan to undo a few more buttons.

They must have discussed me at length.

Art said, ‘Tell Darren about yourselves and why we should even contemplate giving you a share of our business.’

I gave him a quick resume of my life and a slightly exaggerated version of my degree and how it could relate to running a business. Tricky. Waffle. Garbage. I thought I had better give him a little real thought on taking this forward.

‘Look, realistically you don’t want me for what I have done which is very little. You want me for my ability to convert this bunch of losers in some of your apartments into sexual exhibitionists that will encourage people to pay to watch them.’ I had seen Susan surreptitiously undoing a couple more buttons on her dress. A quick nod to her was correctly interpreted. Turning slightly to one side so that Art and Darren could not see her she rapidly undid the remaining three buttons but held the dress together as she turned back towards them. I don’t think that they had caught her movement they were so wrapped in what I was saying.

‘As I said, you want us, Susan and myself, to turn them into exhibitionists and sexual athletes like we are.’

I held my hand out towards Susan and she took the clue and stood up, opening her dress to expose herself completely. Darren goggled, while Art just laughed but I noticed he could not drag his eyes away. ‘If you think you can bribe us like that I can assure…’

I interrupted him. ‘We don’t. You can sit down again Susan. I am not bribing you, you are not touching her and I am certainly not going to let her sleep with you. I am showing you what I have done with a regular, almost shy girl, who would no more think of exposing herself than flying before we got together. You have seen us in the apartment. You have seen us at parties and with our friends. You know in your hearts what I can do. Let me also give you one of my ideas for expanding the business that will not bring in any more money but will link us more closely to our customers. If we agree a deal within two days I will come back with an idea of which tenants we should keep, which ones we should encourage to open themselves up and which ones we should get rid of. The customer link would be to establish a feed-back site where they could login, talk to other customers and we could feed them with titbits, questions, quizzes with prizes and ask for their views. This week ask them to vote for the prettiest girl, next week the hunkiest man, the week after the best tits, the best cock, the sexiest, the old game fuck or marry? – Susan The results ‘ Woowoo twenty percent marry, twenty-five percent fuck, fifty-five percent both.’

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Growing up in Vegas, you get used to seeing a lot of odd things.

First off, since I am a resident, I get to see a seamier side of life that the tourists never do. But that isn’t where I met Lola and Bob. I was standing in line at one of those hot dog carts that seem to spring up out of nowhere on hot days. I was hungry, thirsty and it was way past noon. Lola was tall, about my height, with the big hair of a Jersey girl. It was a bizarre shade of red, teased out to the hilt. She was wearing fire engine red Capri pants with a midriff baring top, white, which had elastic gathering below her breasts, around her shoulders and across her upper arms. She was wearing oversized dark sunglasses with white frames and was holding a poodle who I later found out was named Fifi. Bob was standing next to her, a good head shorter than her, wearing a dark polo shirt, non-descript jeans and his own pair of eye concealing shades. It was obvious they were together, with that intimacy couples are so unaware of in public but that the public can so easily read.

I was between jobs. That happens to me a lot, this is Vegas. I couldn’t help but overhear their conversation where Lola was berating Bob for not having finished the new kitchen cabinets before suadiye escort he went back to work from his vacation like he had promised. I smelt quick cash and I had experience with cabinetry so I cleared my throat and introduced myself.

I was young, clean cut and not intimidating to look at in the least. Lola let her eyes sweep me up and down as I explained my reasoning and went over my experience. She nudged Bob with her elbow and he invited me back to their place so we could discuss it further.

Now, I don’t label myself sexually. Never have and never will. But if you were to label me, you would undoubtedly call me bisexual. There is a hidden side to life in Vegas and I was a frequent visitor to House K. For those in the know, there is a string of Houses residents can go to where they can meet and explore new horizons. House K is a well known spot for residents who are not particularly picky about the sex of their partners.

Sure, I enjoyed fucking a broad. But I also enjoyed fucking the nice tight ass of a well built man. And I enjoyed giving head as much as getting it.

When I walked into Lola and Bob’s house, I knew immediately what was the what. My eyes scanned the neatly framed photos that yakacık escort hung on the entry wall and it told the story without words. Because they were wedding pictures and in every one, Lola was in a tux, clean cut hair, clean shaven face. And Bob was in a lovely long dress with long blonde hair, a sweet smile and set of knockers to be proud of.

I turned and smiled at them, they smiled back, and my thoughts got really dirty. And I got a very obvious bulge in my pants.

“It doesn’t bother you?” Bob asked rather unnecessarily as Lola walked up and grabbed my erection through my white, tight shorts.

“Obviously not, honey,” she answered for me as she led me by the balls into a larger room.

She slipped my shorts down off my hips to the floor and helped me step out of them. My erection was very obvious now, and she knelt before me, taking it gently inside her mouth. I groaned as soon as it made contact with her tongue, it felt like a little piece of heaven here on earth. Pretty soon, she was taking me down into her throat like a trooper, pulling my thick rod down with a slurping action combining her lips and tongue into one movement. I had no idea where Bob had disappeared to but I was hoping he was enjoying şerifali escort the show and not minding that his wife/husband was giving me one of the best blow jobs I had gotten in a while.

I didn’t have long to think about where Bob had gotten off to when I felt him slip up behind me, his hands grasping the soft pale flesh of my bare ass. His fingers were thick and cruel as he poked and prodded at the skin, pulling the two cheeks apart and pressing them back again. I felt one wet finger slip into my rectum and, along with the wet hot cave my cock was currently buried in, it almost put me over the top right there. I groaned with ecstasy and felt my ass wiggle against Bob of its’ own accord. Soon, Bob slipped another finger in with the first while Lola continued to use her mouth on my rod, coaxing the seed right out of my sore, bursting balls. I was stuck between them both, barely able to move, and loving every minute of it. Lola was a pro at blow jobs and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, especially with Bob rigorously massaging my prostrate with the two fingers he had slid up my ass.

Sure enough, before I could get the words out of my mouth, I was cumming. My load shot right down Lola’s throat and she swallowed it like a champ. Bob continued fingering me until I was totally spent. Wiped, I basically could only stand there until I regained my strength. When I finally did, I pulled my shorts back up and smiled at them both as I asked, “So, do I get the job?”

To Be Continued

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Daddy was waiting for me at the door when I pulled up. He looked at me with some pity in his eyes, but I could tell that he was excited to have me home, as he ran to the car to open the door and give me a hug.

“Hi Daddy,” I said, trying to hold back tears “thanks for letting me come home.”

“No problem, sweet pea. It’s good to have you back.”

At the age of 25, I was moving back in with my parents. My girlfriend and I had broken up, and I was left with the baby she had wanted so badly. To clarify, I am a lesbian. Up until that point, I had only slept with women and had never questioned my sexuality. If only I had known how much that was going to change. When I was 24, my girlfriend and I had been together for three years and started to plan our lives together. We had stable jobs and wanted children, so we found a sperm donor and I got pregnant then quit my job. Apparently the stress of a newborn was too much for her, and she left without so much as a word. I couldn’t afford the apartment we had shared by myself, so here I was, back in my childhood bedroom, with a child and without any clue what I was doing.

As Daddy unpacked the car, I took my son Jason into the house and tried to get him to feed. He was very picky and often wouldn’t take my milk. After several attempts, it became clear that he wouldn’t eat, so I resigned myself to making a bottle for him and using a breast pump on myself. As I reached the end of pumping, the pump stopped working and had the odor of burnt rubber. I sighed and was too exhausted from the drive to think about fixing it just then. I would be fine to wait a while, I was empty and hopefully Jason would feed next time.

After a quick nap, I went downstairs to talk to Daddy. He was not exactly handsome, as the years and pounds had started to creep up on him. His 54-year-old body was typical for a man his age, round belly and a bit of chest hair that always poked out from the top of his shirt. He was a bit bald, but always had a traditionally attractive face that had not faded with time. Waitresses had a certain fondness for him, and he frequently got free desserts and a wink at the local diner. His 6 foot 2 frame gave him an air of approachable authority. My mother, who was away on one of her many business trips, was the opposite. She was a short 5 foot 3 and sharp-angled. Her dull brown hair was kept short. Her breasts were a small B cup, which felt tiny compared to my full D tuzla escort cup. I fell somewhere in the middle of my parents, genetically, soft and curved but blessed by a fast metabolism. I stood a respectable 5 foot 6, with shoulder-length blonde hair.

Daddy and I sat on the couch and sipped some wine. I had changed into my pajamas, a short tanktop and a pair of boyshorts, and he was in his usual boxers, with no shirt on and his belly sticking over the waistband. Neither of us had eaten dinner, and the alcohol started to affect me more than it usually could. We started talking about our lives and the conversation got much more personal than our standard light topics.

“I’m so lonely, Daddy. Taking care of Jason is wonderful, but I miss having a partner to share it with.”

“I understand, honey. Your mom has been going on more and more trips, and when she is home, it feels like she is still far away in her head”

“I’m so sorry, Daddy. I didn’t know that it had gotten that bad.”

“It’s ok, I shouldn’t be telling you this, it’s just so nice to have someone around to listen. I’m glad you’re home”

“I’m glad I’m home, too. You always took such good care of me.”

Daddy put his arm around me and I snuggled into his shoulder, feeling safer than I had in a long time. My breasts felt full from milk, but I was too comfortable to mind the slight pressure. Just when I started to get sleepy from the wine, I heard Jason crying upstairs.

“I think he woke up from his nap and needs to be fed”

“I’ll come and help if a diaper needs to be changed”

We went upstairs and I tried to feed Jason, but again he wouldn’t take my nipple and relieve the pressure in my full breasts. I noticed my Daddy watching as my breast lay in full view and felt oddly embarrassed. A man had not seen my grown breasts in my entire life, and a part of me liked that he couldn’t look away. After a moment too long, he mumbled that he would get Jason’s bottle of the milk I had pumped earlier from downstairs. After feeding Jason and getting him back to sleep, I went back to the sofa, where a fresh glass of wine was waiting for me. I gulped it down quickly, trying to use anything to ease the growing pain in my full breasts.

Daddy sat down next to me and looked at my chest a bit uncomfortably.

“Um, honey, I think you’re leaking a little bit”

I felt my face flush my body awaken at the thought of him göztepe escort looking at my breasts earlier. Did I dare?

“Daddy, um, my breast pump isn’t working, and Jason won’t feed. I can’t get all of this milk out by hand, and I don’t know what to do.”

Daddy fell silent for a moment.

“If it wouldn’t be too uncomfortable for you, I could help.”

He seemed nervous at his own suggestion.

I got a little excited but tried to push the heat I was feeling back down. I needed to get the milk out of me or I was going to explode.

“Ok, I guess it’s the only option.”

I lifted my shirt over my right breast and Daddy laid across my lap, facing my swollen breast. Looking up at me for approval, I nodded and he gently took my nipple into his mouth. The sight of him latching onto my breast sent me into ecstasy. I let out a gentle moan as he sucked harder and I could feel my milk entering his mouth. Looking at his body across me, I could see his boxers begin to tent. It was the closest I had ever been to a man, and it was my Daddy!

Feeding him felt so right. He had taken care of me for my whole life, and now I was taking care of him. I held his head in my right arm, gently stroking his hair. My left hand moved down his shirtless chest and I rubbed his exposed belly. The girth of him felt incredibly manly, even as he was in a childlike state, sucking with pure devotion on my erect nipple. I had never felt this close to him before, and I couldn’t stop looking at his face. His eyes were closed and he was sucking so naturally that it felt as right as anything could feel. He reached up his right hand and started stroking the soft flesh of my breast.

If he was making me feel this good, I wanted to return the favor. I slowly reached my left hand down to his now fully erect penis and stroked it through his boxers. He moaned slightly and opened his eyes, looking directly into mine but never gave up on the suction between my soft breast and his hungry mouth. He curled his hips up, giving me better access to his surprisingly large cock and looking even more child-like and vulnerable. I reached under his waistband and touched his dick flesh for the first time. It was maybe 7 inches long, but so thick that I couldn’t get my hand around it. Not even close. As he milked me, I milked him, in perfect timing to the rhythmic sucking of him draining my breast. The taboo nature of what was happening felt üsküdar escort so inconsequential, compared to the love we had for each other in those moments.

I repositioned myself after he drained my right breast so that he could start on my left. I was feeding Daddy his dinner! I realized I wanted him to feed me mine. I wanted his cum in my mouth more than anything. I held him even closer to my breast and rubbed his dick in a circular motion, trying to bring all of his juices to the top. He moaned into my nipple, sending reverberations through my body. It felt so good to take care of Daddy. Once my milk was done, I gently put his head on the arm of the sofa and moved down to his boxers.

“Will you feed me Daddy?” I asked, looking at him in a way I hadn’t since I was a small child and dependent on him for everything.

“Of course, sweet pea”

I took his meat in my mouth, barely able to stretch my mouth around its girth. I had never done this before, but it felt very natural with my Daddy. I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting a salty flavor before taking as much of it as I could in my mouth. It was so big and manly, I loved my Daddy so much. Making sure not to touch him with my teeth, I worked my way farther down his shaft, running my tongue along the underside of his cock. He moaned and raised his hips, forcing more of it down my throat. I tried really hard to get it all in my mouth for Daddy, and eventually my nose was in his coarse, musky pubic hair. I started to bob my head on his shaft and lightly teased his balls with my right hand. I looked up to see if I was doing it right, and as soon as our eyes met, he moaned loudly and my throat burned as he came in my mouth. Some of it seeped out of my lips, and I kept sucking until I had gotten all of the sperm out of him. Then, I licked all over his balls and penis to make sure I kept my Daddy clean. I put his softening dick back in my mouth and took the whole thing in my throat again, never wanting it to end. Saliva started to come out of my mouth, leaving a glistening in his hair. Once he was completely soft, I let his penis go.

“Thanks sweet pea” he said as I pulled myself up into his arms..

“I don’t think we have anyone to take care of us but each other” I responded. “I really love you, Daddy, and I want to be your helpful little girl”

“You helped me a lot, honey. Don’t you worry.”

“Can we milk eachother every night, Daddy?”

“We sure can, it will just be more difficult when your mom is here”

“I’m sure we can find a way”

I drifted to sleep and woke up in Daddy’s bed with his arms around me. He was so nice to move me into bed. It was really good to be home.

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“Shhh…be quiet…must NOT wake the step-oogler.”

I heard my step-daughter Amanda drunkenly stumbling down the hallway past my door towards her room. I knew she would be talking to her bff, Kara. Kara had arrived about eight hours ago and after a very awkward set of introductions, the two twenty year olds had dashed out in search of alcohol, dancing and boys, dressed like tarts. In other words, a typical young folks New Year’s Eve.

“Step.-oogler, waz ‘at?” Kara slurred.

“You know how step-mothers get called step-monsters. Well, there’s no similar term for step-fathers. Since Bert can’t resist undressing me with his eyes, I think of him as the step-oogler. I made up the term.”

Amanda giggled at her own cleverness. Not that I could deny the term was both clever and accurate. This holiday season was only my second meeting with Amanda, and the first extended visit. I had met her mom last New Year’s eve, accidentally impregnated her, so we had a quickie wedding in April. Amanda had lived with her Dad since the split years ago – my wife had abandoned them for another guy who had not lasted – and only begrudgingly flew in for the wedding, bringing her Dad as the “plus one” just to try to piss off her mother. It had worked to the extent that my bride had gotten drunk in spite of her pregnancy.

The wedding, having gotten off on that wrong foot, meant the marriage was rocky from day one and my wife came to use the 2 a.m. feedings as an excuse to sleep in the nursery. In spite of my fetishes for pregnant women and nursing moms, I was left to my own devices most nights. The fetishes just ensured that I was half chubby all day and needed self-relief at least twice a day to avoid inconvenient wood. Tonight, the anniversary of that fateful meeting, my wife had expressed enough milk that she could drink, which meant that she had passed out by ten p.m. I had left her under a blanket on the couch in the den. The baby was across the hall in the crib, both doors ajar as a failsafe in case I slept through the baby monitor.

In the circumstances, it was shocking to have Amanda with us for the holidays. She had been booked to go to Aspen with her Dad, an annual tradition it seems, but he had been called overseas due to work. He had insisted she come stay with us and meet her little brother. Amanda had reluctantly agreed on condition that she be allowed to bring Kara along.

Having two college girls under my roof was a new experience for me. I had been too busy at the wedding to really check out Amanda, who largely had avoided me anyway. I do recall that she wore a formless dress that hung from spaghetti straps to past her knees. The low neckline and drop had suggested full breasts, without more than hinting at her cleavage. I must admit even that had given me a woodie, and I had wished to get a better look, but with both her parents hovering, I had behaved. When I had fucked my drunken bride later that night, images of my step-daughter were flowing through my mind – imagining boobs with no tan lines and extended excited nipples sensitive to a mature touch; an appreciation of the virtues of a little pain; full wide hips, but a firm ass…

When I had picked the girls up at the airport (my wife stayed home with the baby), I had the opportunity to at least confirm about the ass, since both girls had travelled in skin tight jeans, obviously meant for fashion not comfort. Amanda had insisted on grabbing her own luggage, though I had offered, so I got a perfect view of her backside. Her hips were much more boyish than I had imagine, hardly any butt at all, but the demon in my slacks reminded me that a handful was enough in asses as well as tits.

What I really noticed a moment later was that Amanda’s butt was nothing in comparison to Kara’s. The tall raven haired guest was perfectly proportioned – hips just narrower than her shoulders – but what really stood out, literally, was the shelf like curve of a dancer’s rear end. I might have had to lick a bit of drool off my chin as I watched Kara load suitcases on the luggage trolley. My long loose sweater strategically covered my instant bulge.

Despite their having just had a flight to chatter, Amanda had insisted that both of them ride in the back of the car, no doubt wanting to emphasize that I had no relationship with her. Their excitement about the baby soon switched to talk about partying, and several times they playfully teased each other about which one was a bigger slut. As if THAT was not enough to give me wood, Kara excitedly blurted out, “well, at least I don’t take it up the butt.”

In the rear view mirror, I expected to see Amanda blushing, but instead she had slapped Kara playfully and replied, “Ass fucking is wonderful, don’t knock it until you try it. I have better orgasms that way than when the guys just want to finger me twice, lick me once and then stick their throbbing cocks into my cunt and cum in like four of five thrusts.”

“You are SUCH a slut,” Kara had laughed, kaynarca escort leading to a playful slapfest that lasted until we got home. Almost immediately, the two chums had declared themselves exhausted by the trip. My wife went to feed the baby, and the gals vanished to the guest room they were sharing. That room had a wall in common with the master bedroom. I sat reading on my bed, muffled sounds of playful giggling teasing me.

I thought I heard some slaps of palm on ass, and imagined how great Kara’s ass might be to spank. Even watching her get spanked would be wonderful, I realized – the image of red palm print on creamy flesh gave me instant wood. As my cock tented my pants, I eased my zipper open. My organ sought fresh air, poking itself up out of the fly in my briefs. My book fell to my mattress as my hand curled around my shaft, my eyes closing all the better to focus on the springs squeaking on the other side of the wall. I imagined youthful lips suckling twenty year old nipples as I stroked my throbbing member. It only took about a dozen strokes for my balls, which had been aching since the airport, to tighten to my groin and allow great gobs of goo to spurt out my pee slit. I cupped my fist over the head of my cock, capturing the mess, intending to roll over for a tissue, but I nodded off, waking up an hour or so later to the sound of my wife in the kitchen. I noticed my door was open. Had I left it that way? Had she come in and seen my pathetic indulgence in self-abuse? Had she guessed the focus? Or, worse still, might Amanda and Kara have peeked in and snickered at my shrivelled manhood?

The two weeks since had passed quickly. The girls were seldom home, finding every excuse to go shopping, working out, hanging out, and partying every night, then sleeping until noon the next day or later. I never got a chance to peep at what they might be doing in their shared bed, or the extra shower built en suite in that room.

My imagination remained vivid enough that I was jerking off more than my normal once daily, retreating to the bedroom two or three times as the day unfolded, usually as my wife tended our son. Each night ended with me climaxing and then falling asleep with my cock relaxing in my fist, only to wake up with morning wood urgently demanding that I stroke myself to orgasm the next morning.

Amanda and Kara accidentally supplied just enough fuel to keep that fire burning. Though they both favoured sloppy sweats for the few moments they lounged around the house, in the morning. They might stumble to the kitchen for juice with their tank tops barely hiding braless breasts, and a five inch gap down to pajama pants, or on one memorable occasion, Amanda appearing wearing a matching set of lacy pink bra and bikini panties and no pants or shirt.

Though Amanda still treated her mother coolly, both girls seemed truly enchanted by the baby, so they tended to spend a few minutes each afternoon in the nursery. I found it easy to linger in the hallway and admire how their asses flexed even though the baggy sweats blurred the actual edges. When they lifted my son up from his crib and held him against their chests, I felt pangs of jealousy in my heart, envying the lucky little guy. MY little man stood at attention whenever his cheek rubbed a nipple. Neither girl seemed to bother with bras at home. The pokies in their sweats created bulges in my briefs.

When the ladies went to party, they teetered out of the house on six inch platforms, underwire bras elevating exposed cleavage at the top, long bare legs emerging from micro-skirts at the other. Or they wrapped a diaphanous sarong over a bikini that barely covered the nipples and the quim, with the simplest of flip flops to go to a beach party. My eyes never knew where to look. I knew that I should just look away, read a newspaper or fiddle with a gadget, but unless it was my imagination, the ladies went out of their way to tease me. Amanda might label me an oogler, but I would argue that it was all her doing, and that she loved the attention. There certainly seemed to be an abundance of giggles every time I was caught staring. My step-daughter would pose in the doorway, pivot like a model, and in a throaty voice inform me, “Don’t wait up, Daddy-o, us girls might be out ’til dawn.”

Of course I did more than oogle. The display and thoughts of what the young women might do until dawn never failed to leave my cock throbbing. Each evening I would go upstairs, hoping that my wife had put the baby down and be interested in a cuddle, but it never happened. Nursing and napping seemed to be the two options. So I would continue down the hall to my room and relieve myself, images of my step-daughter and her best pal dancing in my mind. Amanda naked, inviting me into the shower. Kara slowly stripping, dropping to her knees, sucking my cock. Both girls crouched on my bed, fighting over which of them would get my fat meat in their tight cunt first. Then the loser licking my cum out küçükyalı escort of the winner while I watched, slowly stroking my cock back to life so that I could fuck the second girl from behind while she ate out her friend.

New Year’s Eve was their last night in my house. Their plane back to school left the evening of New Year’s Day, the cheapest fare going. Before they headed out, Amanda left me strict instructions to let them sleep until the afternoon, because “there’s nothing worse than flying with a fucking hangover.”

I pointed out that at twenty she was still underage. That earned me the retort “Yeah, all you dirty old men just love THAT fantasy – finding some hot young thing to get drunk and fuck… you wish.” With a wicked cackle, she pivoted and flounced out of the room so quickly even Kara was left behind in her wake, staring at me in stunned silence.

After an awkward moment, my step-daughter’s bff shrugged and rushed to catch up to her. I swivelled my head to admire how those fine young legs disappeared under the hem of the plaid short skirt that hung straight down over the perfect ass. My animal brain begged me to stride over and shove her up against a wall, lift the skirt and take her caveman style. My self-restraint kicked in before I did more than shift my weight forward, though my stiff cock begged me to keep going.

My wife begged off staying up until midnight, insisting that she needed the rest, expecting the baby to wake up soon. She stumbled into the nursery and soon was snoring. I watched some dumb movie – intentionally picking the least sexy selection around, then watched the ball drop. I was in bed by 12:15, but still could not sleep – my cock kept filling with blood as images of Kara and Amanda dressed to kill danced like sugar plums.

So once again, I masturbated myself to sleep, nodding off with my limp dick still in my fist.

The sound of the girls returning drunkenly was the next thing I recall.

Right after the ‘step-oogler’ remark, Amanda stumbled into the bathroom, and I faintly heard retching.

“Is that the booze, or swallowing so many loads of spunk at the party, slut?” Kara teased Amanda, standing in the hallway, not worrying about the level of her voice.

I decide to get out of bed and remind her that my wife and the baby were still asleep when I heard her add, “you were such a greedy little cocksucker that I didn’t get any action beyond a couple of hand jobs and tit grabs by the guys waiting to board your train. Mind you, watching you take on all comers was pretty hot. Except it just left me even more horny.”

As I reached the doorway Kara finished, saying, “If you weren’t such a mess, I would love to suck the spunk out of your cunt. You looked so yummy.”

Right after speaking, Kara noticed my reflection in the glass of a painting hung in that hallway. Her eyes opened wide, a hand flew to her mouth, she froze. I noticed that her left tit had never gotten properly tucked into her top after the fumbling with the guys at the party – or maybe she had been making out while being driven home. She was braless, so I finally was treated to a good look at her entire breast, not like the bikini tops that teased but concealed. Her bubble gum pink nipple was noticeably erect. So was my cock.

Kara turned, still silent. Her eyes dropped right to my groin. She did not run to her room. She stepped toward me. Very quietly, she whispered, “Is that for me?”

Then she giggled, stepping closer and reaching her dainty hand out toward my erection.

From the other room, Amanda groaned.

“Let it all come up sweetie, I’ll go find you some ginger ale and bring it up once you are finished, then tuck you in.”

As Kara spoke, she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gently gripped my girth. Clearly her practice earlier in the evening was effective, because she knew just how to stroke my member, firmly but slowly. She raised her free hand to my mouth, one finger across her lips to tell me to be quiet. I was about to reach up and grasp her boob when she sank to her knees. Her tongue swirled smoothly around the ridge of my helmet, teasing the glans on the underside, then poking into my slit. Her fist pumped my twice more to the root. She teased my balls with the tip of a finger before standing again.

I feared she was done with me, that this was just a tease to punish me for watching, until her lips brushed my ear. Her tongue flicked inside that cavity and she spoke ever so softly. “I’m going to go to the kitchen for that ginger ale, why don’t you join me?”

She sounded a lot more sober, but clearly was drunk enough to think that this was a good idea, regardless of Amanda’s distress, or how we might need to make eye contact in the morning.

She had never released her grasp on my cock, so I really had very little choice but to follow along. Kara paused at the top of the stairs and I bumped into her from behind, my stiffness pushing hard sancaktepe escort into the cleavage between her firm buttocks. She sighed and shifted her weight to roll her ass around my meat. Then she found the banister and we proceed as if we were joined.

The main floor was ghostly silent, dimly illuminated by an under cupboard light my wife always left on as a night light. Kara dropped my hand as we entered the kitchen. I stood in the doorway watching as she walked to the fridge and found the soda. She held the can against her cheek then placed it on the counter.

Turning toward me, Kara said, “If I feed it to Amanda that cold, it will come right back up for sure. I better leave it to get closer to room temp, and a bit flat never hurt either.”

She popped the pressure with an elegant nail, stepped around the massive center island and asked,”What ever shall we do while I wait?”

To make sure that I understood, she pulled her top down further, baring both breasts, and hefted them in her palms. Long fingers with long nails caressed her own nipples. She leaned back against the island, moaning softly. I remained frozen, watching, stroking myself as she moved her right hand slowly down her body, caressing her belly, and then lifting her skirt to bare a panty free quim. One finger immediately stroked her gaping gash. The soft moans became throaty groans.

“Amanda was right – you do love to oogle. I wonder what else you would like?”

My hand stroked my cock as I stared at this beauty stroke her nipples and clit just a few feet away.

“Fuck me with that fat cock. Fuck me right here. I need cock right now.” Kara grinned wickedly.

Kara’s command released my invisible bonds and I closed the gap between us. I knew that having climaxed just a few hours before, I would last more than enough for this tart to enjoy the treat. My hands grabbed tightly onto her hips and I lifted her just enough to lower her cunt onto my cock. The first stroke was fierce, unrelenting, burying myself to the hilt, all my pent up passion releasing itself. Her labia separated effortlessly, her slit still tight enough that it molded itself to my weapon like a glove.

I pulled back, until only the very tip of my spear rested between her petals. I could feel Kara’s warm moist boozy breath bathing my face as her chest heaved, panting for breath. In the morning, she would be able to blame drunkenness, or even claim not to remember. Worst case, she might call it rape. I had no such excuse. I was the sober adult, but I knew she wanted me, and I wanted her. I drove hard and deep into her cunt, pushing her ass against the counter, rewarded by her animal grunt.

“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck me hard,” Kara groaned, thrusting back around my hardness, her wetness soaking my groin.

She released her tits and grabbed a hunk of my hair with each hand, dragging my face to the pale valley between those mounds. My nighttime whiskers must have felt rough on her tender flesh, and she might still have the rash in the morning, but after midnight, in the moonlit kitchen, it just made her hips twist harder and faster around my shaft. Kara swivelled my head first in one direction and then the other. I instinctively trailed my tongue along the curve of her boob from her sternum right to her nipple, which I teased first by flicking my tongue out, and then gave a gentle sloppy full lipped kiss. Finally, I drew the nipple deep into my mouth and nipped at the base with my teeth. The first time I did that, Kara almost screamed, biting her lower lip to strangle her noise. When I switched to the other side, she was ready, and moaned instead

The harder I attacked her tits, the harder Kara fucked me. My hips were just on autopilot, my lower body rocking slightly to piston my meat into her gash, but her enthusiasm more than made up for my distraction.

My hands continued to explore her tits thoroughly, enjoying firmness I might have expected after surgery, but which seemed to exist naturally on this fit young college student. Once I had felt all those mounds had to offer, my hands roamed further, sliding down Kara’s belly, along her sides, up and down her back. A finger caught on a curl of Kara’s hair.

“Ouch,” she exclaimed, startled.

Instinctively I grabbed a handful of that mane and tugged harder.

“Oh, fuck, yes, like that,” Kara moaned, humping even harder against my groin.

At that moment, my other hand was caressing the special divot at the bottom of her spine, where all the nerve endings seem to join. I knew that just the right touch there would drive any woman wild. I was not wrong this time. Kara climaxed, her juices flooding all around my cock. I shifted both hands to cup her buttocks to steady her. Her muscles were incredible, milking my shaft without pause as her orgasm grew, subsided, grew again, in waves. Still, because I had come earlier, I did not explode.

As Kara writhed, my hands shifted to keep her balanced. Without really meaning to, one finger curled along the inside of a buttock, down that special cleavage and bumped against this young woman’s most forbidden fruit. I was about to retreat when Kara grabbed my hair again, and dragged my mouth to her lips, sliding her tongue deep along my teeth.

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Robin scented her neck with perfume, checking her hair in the mirror a final time when she heard the door bell. She smiled, checking her breasts before heading off to answer. She unlocked it, and turned the knob smiling as she saw Logan’s new appeal. He dressed in a rather casual manner, far better than the overalls at the center that day. He smiled at her with a look as if stunned:

Logan: “Looking good there.”

Robin: “Thank You, come in; I’m just about ready.”

Logan stepped through and Robin shut the door behind him, her eyes vexed over his firm back and broad shoulders. He wore a dark clad t-shirt with skulls, roses, and a guitar of sorts. His aroma of aftershave wavered in the air as he passed by her. Those same familiar tattoo’s were visible, the tribal design on the neck with a rose, and a new one she could see on the underside of his left forearm. He shaved the sideburns from what she could tell, but still maintained a neatly trimmed goatee along the underside of his chin. A large silver earring hung from his left ear. The tight denim of his dark worn jeans fitted him nicely as she could make out his buttocks and down to the back of his strong thighs. The cuffs worn and old with shredded fabric and he wore boots. She came back to reality when she looked up and saw he had caught her staring, she grinned and looked down as she felt her face burning having been caught:

Robin: “I’ll be right back.”

Logan: “Take your time…” *Grinning as she walked to the stairs and ascended to the 2nd floor.*

Logan walked around and waited patiently. The sound of her movement upstairs was quick, but not quiet. She did look lavish tonight. Her hair was washed and very well conditioned, the scent of her perfume and the shampoo made being close to her very yummy. Logan always found an attraction to women who drove him nuts by scent and taste. And what a taste she had, as he thought back the corresponding day in the sauna. After that he wasn’t entirely sure if it was a fluke or something else, but he surely didn’t expect it… best to take things as they come he thought. And now tonight, who knows what would happen. Surprises were always fun. Suddenly he heard approaching footsteps, he looked to the stairs to see her descending in a thigh length denim skirt, a nice 1 piece brown top woven around her neck, her hair up in a ponytail, but most notable features were her wide smile and the eyes. Her eyes twinkled with a wide smile as she approached and turned to show herself in full, they gazed at his with a soft hint of dark eye shadow and eye liner. He came forward and took her into his arms, giving her a small kiss. But as he attempted to pull back, Robin pulled him in close again and kissed more, for the following 3 minutes the two were slowly and deeply kissing, swirling tongues and lightly sucking on each others. When they finally broke the kiss, Robin grinned and bit her lip. Logan himself had to take a breath:

Robin: “Ahahahaha! You okay?”

Logan: “Oh I’m good, but damn you take a man’s oxygen… let’s get going before it gets too far out of control.”

Robin laughed again, reaching over for her cell phone, purse, and keys. Shutting off the lights to her sitting room, She and Logan stepped outside. Locking the Front Door they stepped down and separated suddenly:

Logan: “Where you going, I brought my car.”

Robin: “Oh c’mon we’ll take my truck, it’ll be fine.”

Logan nodded and followed her to a massive truck, it was a 4×4 Pick Up, a dark green color, he couldn’t make out the maker but it was a Dodge. The High Suspension of the truck’s frame made it very mobile over rocky terrain and maybe even off road worthy for trails and mountains. The two climbed up and inside, the cool night outside was greeted by a half moon and star filled sky. As Robin turned the key she started it with a loud rev of the engine, and putting it into reverse; they were off.

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1 Hour later the two pulled out of the bar, not having had too many drinks. Robin walked alongside Logan, he grinned and turned:

Logan: “So now what, no place to eat, it’s late…”

Robin: “Your right, let’s go for a drive.”

Logan agreed and climbed in, unsure where they’d go. Checking his watch it was almost 2 A.M. They drove, passing by the center of town, they traveled along the main junction to the exit of the out skirts and into the countryside which was nothing but mild forest and desert. The quiet hum of the truck only was fixed with the soft music on the radio, Logan looked out the window at the dark night as it spliced with the outside of the window. Robin spoke up:

Robin: “Hey reach under there, below your feet.”

Logan looked blindly, his hands searching into the darkness below him under the seat as he felt his hand hit a glass material, a bottle. He pulled it up and found it was liquor.

Logan: “Where did you get this?”

Robin grinned: “A friend of a friend.”

Logan: “Well who’s going to drive back?”

Robin: “Who said anything of going back tonight?”

Before Logan could respond, he felt her hand reach across and rub his shoulder, down over his chest and stomach. Rubbing and scratching through his shirt. He sat there and looked down, not completely clear.

Logan: “You fikirtepe escort got something in mind?”

Robin: “One or Two things…” *as she ran her hand down and slipped it under his shirt, feeling the hint of abs*

He looked over at her to see her grinning ear to ear, her head turning to glance once or twice. She slowed her speed down somewhat, Logan turned his head around to look out and see no one was behind them or coming for that matter. She ran her hand down and began to rub the crotch of his jeans, feeling the outline of his manhood through the tough cloth; she took it in hand and gave it a squeeze, rubbing it’s length a few more times. Logan looked out back again and than his eye caught something, in the back seat of the truck were some pillows. And a large sleeping bag, rolled snuggly up. Than it hit him. This was a truck, built to go to anyplace with tough terrain, places people would need to get to on foot so it would be a remote and isolated place. It was a truck, with a great sense of not only work effort, but who was to say the flatbed would JUST be for work… could be for REST too. It all made sense, the liquor, the sleeping bag, the pillows, and the middle of no where. Nice clean air, middle of the night, alone, nobody around.

Logan suddenly felt her turn on a road, her hand darting back to the steering wheel as she used both hands to turn it… the truck shuddering as it started to climb UP, no longer appearing to be on a form of a paved road anymore, but a dirt road inclined upward at an angle. The truck shook slightly as she kept a steady track of climbing. Logan took this as an opportunity, his hand ran over and felt across her right leg, rubbing the smooth skin up and down. His fingers squeezing up her skin and rubbing it out as he massaged his way easily and steadily up and down her thigh. Robin herself grinned and felt leg shiver as they attempted to close. Her hands squeezed the steering wheel as she tried to keep focused, she gave a quick glance over to him as he sat back with his hand extended out to her leg. The truck shook again as she made another turn up this trail, outside nothing but a tree line was visible, they were climbing a hill of some sorts as the dirt road gradually turned to a desert mixture. Outside them the dark swallowed them, the light from the headlights was all they could make.

Robin: “Okay your distracting me with that, I think this is far enough. Best get that drink ready…”

Logan grinned; stopping his massaging of her thigh, and taking up the bottle of booze. The truck stopped and Robin put it in park, turning off the engine and killing the headlights. The rustle of her shifting around in her seat and facing Logan, he popped the cork and offered her the bottle.

Logan: “Tequila?”

Robin: “White Wine.” *She took the bottle and took a light swig from it, handing it back* Logan nodded: “Not bad… not bad.”

He took the bottle and took a swig as well, as he let the bottle exit his lips, he felt Robin climb over-top of his lap. She attempted to straddle him but her skirt prevented her from dividing her legs to sit down. She reached behind her, pulling the denim cloth of her skirt up an over her ass. She gripped his face with both hands, running them down his neck and up to his temples, he leaned back so much his head hit the window of the passenger door. Robin laughed quietly as she kissed him, tasting the wine that he had swallowed seconds before. Her hands massaged and ran up and down his features of his face, Logan himself blindly set the bottle down in a holder just below, his one hand running up along her neck and down her back. His other hand traveling up her leg and around, feeling her ass. Robin kissed Logan, her breathing slightly heavy, her hands ran up to the scalp of his head and grasped what hair she could grip. Squeezing it as she broke the kiss and pulled on his lips, letting it go:

Logan: “You planned this didn’t you…” *He whispered*

Robin: “Mhmm…” *she grinned biting her lip as she felt his hands travel up both her ass cheeks*

He gripped them with a firm squeeze, the palms cupping them while his fingers outstretched and gave a firm grip to her flesh as he massaged, squeezed, and ran them around on her ass. His fingertips at times brushed against the silky lace material of her panties, finding the band on her hips he hooked them with his thumbs and pulled them up tighter. Her hips began to steadily grind and rotate on his lap, Robin leaned back some and reached behind her with a hand to search for his cock through his jeans. Logan let go of her ass and reached up, pulling the top to the side, exposing her breasts. The nipples hard and protruding out like the heads of erasers on pencils, the areolas were pop corning as they felt the cool air settling over the truck. Robin stopped and reached in the back for a pillow:

Robin: “Here sit up for a sec.”

Logan did as asked, allowing her to slip the small pillow behind his head on the door he relaxed his head in comfort again. Robin grinned and leaned back, finding his crotch and rubbing it up and down with her hand, raking her long finger nails over the surface through his jeans to tease him. Logan looked up and could now make her out in the dark a bit better having his eyes adjusted gebze escort to the dark now. He could see her wide grin as she watched his hands grope her tits, he could make out the defining features of her nipples and even below he could see the outline of the dark cloth of her panties as they snuggly fit up against her mound with the skirt bunched up just above them with it hiked up. He groped and massaged her tits, feeling them over and rolling the erect nipples in between his thumb and index finger. He felt her fingers fumble and undo the button an zipper to his jeans, her hand slipping inside his boxer briefs and searching, feeling his semi-erect cock, but something else. She felt no hair, she looked down with a curious grin:

Robin: “Oh! You shaved?”

Logan: “Yep… thought I’d do something different.” Robin: “Niiiice.” *she hissed as she pulled his member out* “Stay there for a sec..”

Robin thought for a moment and slung her body around, turning around she brought her left leg up and set it on Logan’s seat just to his left side, she rested her right leg on his right side and eased back to his face. Logan licked his lip as he had her pussy inches from his face, he felt her below him as well. It was perhaps quite the adjustment for a 69 position. He ran his hands up her ass and raked his finger nails down the cheeks, gripping them tightly and even gave her one right cheek a hard sharp slap. The impact made Robin squeak loudly as she looked over her shoulder to see his hands roaming across her ass and over her panties, he ran his index finger up and down the crease of her lips through her panties. Robin gathered her self-control taking up his erect cock in hand, it’s size was almost bigger than she remembered in the Sauna. Her thoughts drifted back in her mind as she felt her pussy growing more and more moist. The steam, humid and moist air in that sauna. How she sucked him off and played with her pussy, it was so hot, she wanted to feel his tongue… she longed to be filled up by this big cock. She stroked and spat on the head, lathering it in her saliva as she did a nice circle-jerk motion with her wrist, than went very fast up and down, slowing down at the last second to go nice and slow, giving it a hard firm squeeze till the head was a soft pink. Behind her she could hear Logan’s sighs, his growls in response to her hand working it’s wonderful magic on his member.

He reached up and pulled her panties to the side over her cheek, her lush pussy glistening with wetness in the soft glow of the starlight, even in the dark of the truck he could see she was wet, very wet. He ran his hands up her ass, his thumbs brushing along the outer folds as he spread her cheeks and looked hungrily at her moist lips, inhaling their sweet scent. Extending his tongue he flicked the tip lightly over the outer folds, Robin felt a soft chill run up over her tail bone and along under her, across her stomach. She pushed back further, and felt his tongue lightly flicking over her lips, the sweet warmth of chills rippling out over her flesh as his tongue lightly danced over her inner lips. She grit her teeth:

Robin: “Oh, ohh yeah baby…” *she hissed quietly through clenched teeth*

Her wrist still worked without rest, slow and fast, she proceeded to stroke and circle-jerk his cock to a towering stiff erection. Veins protruded around the sides and along the shaft, the head was slick with saliva and pre-cum that leaked, she lowered her head. Throwing her head of hair to the side out of her face, she ran her tongue up the side of his shaft slowly, starting from the base of it and working her way up. As she reached the underside of his crown, she swirled her tongue around the head, flicking the very tip lightly and rapidly. Below Logan felt her mouth working him, her hand still squeezing his shaft, but he could feel her warm wet tongue all over his shaft and head. He squeezed his eyes tightly as he lapped her one last time before sucking her lips into his mouth, his tongue probing at times to lap her inner folds as he slurped her lips. Robin took his head into her mouth and slurped on the head, her hand stroking his shaft as she bobbed up and down with her lips wrapped around the head, sucking on the tip of his hard cock light and at times hard as well. She finally let go of his shaft and took more of him into her mouth, slowly… ever so slowly she began a slow rhythm, his cock went in and out, her tongue swirled around the shaft, her lips tightly squeezed around as she slurped an sucked. The warmth and wet fluids of her saliva was like a creamy lather around his cock to Logan. He gripped her ass firmer now and slurped harder, his tongue flicking up and down on Robin’s lips, he groaned to her sucking him. And as he managed to reach her clit he flicked it to force a muffled moan from Robin’s throat, her mouth filled with his meat. He wrapped his arms around her lower back and his hands held her ass in place as he felt her moving her hips on his face, he lapped her juices and wet lips frequently with the flat side of his tongue. Sinking down in his seat he felt Robin’s leg on his right relax on his shoulder. She finally came up for air:

Robin *breathless* : “Fuck… Ha… oh yeah… Yeah baby!”

She caught her breath, wiping saliva that dribbled on her chin and reached içerenköy escort down to stroke his cock faster. Her other hand reaching for the bottle of wine… she took a long swig as she leaned back on his face. He grinned and ran his finger up and down on her lips, wiggling it back and forth as he eased it into her hungry cunt. The muscles contracting softly, squeezing his digit as he teased her. Robin groaned with a mouthful of wine and swallowed it, letting out a breath:

Robin *whispers*: “Oooooooooh yeeeeah baby… oh dammit… Mmm!”

She put the bottle down quickly before she lost her grip and dropped it, slapping her hand hard on the leather seat to regain a mental state of control. She looked over her shoulder, he struggled to get his bearings:

Logan: “Let’s go outside, I’ll grab the sleeping bag…”

Robin grinned and pulled away, he turned and the two exited the truck at almost the same time. Opening the passenger back door, Logan snatched the Sleeping bag and tossed it into the flatbed as he came half way down the back of the truck. As he came around Robin and him Connected with an intense kiss as they grabbed each other’s faces, Robin’s hair slightly loose from the ponytail. She reached down blindly still kissing Logan and stroked his exposed rigid cock still erect and pointing to the star filled night sky above. She didn’t wait for the back, she dropped below at the tailgate and from a crouched position began to suck him off again. He groaned and grit his teeth as he grabbed the tailgate for support, looking down and watching. Watching the awesome site of this lavish attractive woman polishing his knob. She looked up with those intently dark eyes, her fingers lightly careening along the edge of his head slowly, her tongue swirling around as she was grinning. The attention she was giving the head of his cock was driving him nuts, nearly forcing him to double over:

Logan: “Fuck! Your driving me nuts with that on my head…”

He reached down and stopped her, she backed off and looked at it lustfully, wrapping her hand around the shaft. Stroking slowly down and back up again to the head. Moving in and giving the head another lick with the flat side of her tongue, she looked up at him again and took him into her mouth with an aggressive and fast slurp… bobbing her head with rhythm as she took almost all of him in for a deep throat. He groaned and tensed as she held him down for a moment, as she released him she coughed somewhat and took a breath with saliva dripping down her chin. Her fingers rubbing and stroking him still, she slurped on the head again. Her tongue coming around to run up the shaft and down again. Logan couldn’t take much more of this. He reached and grasped Robin’s hair with a hand guiding her to her feet. She stood and he kissed her, their tongues swirling and the fluids on her chin somewhat passing onto his, he pulled the tailgate down and reached for the sleeping bag. Unzipping it he flipped it open and threw the end out making a nice comfortable laying spot, he turned her and picked her up sitting her in the middle. While he stripped off his shirt he watched her peel off her shoes and socks, her top she pulled down but didn’t remove, same as her skirt. She pulled the sleeping bag back farther as he was climbing up into the back of the truck with her, she laid back on her elbows and gestured for him to come to her with her finger. Logan crawled between her legs and grasped them both, with force he pulled her closer. Making her laugh a bit as she felt his grip was strong and his assertion was aggressive, she liked it.

He gripped her ankles and pulled her legs apart in a nice “V-like” shape with her legs. Robin gripped them with her hands at the back of knees, with Logan’s own hands holding them in place at the thighs just below the buttocks. He looked up and pulled the panties to the side, he leaned in and gave her lips another slow lap with his tongue, he looked up at her face as she watched below. She could see his tongue, the flat side of it travel over her lips. As it left she could see the sweet fluids careening down his chin and dribble. He pushed her legs down and sucked her clit into his mouth, Robin moaned loudly to the night sky… her head falling back as she couldn’t keep it up, she looked to the star skies overhead as her eyes fluttered an finally closed all together. Logan slurped and sucked, swirling and rolling her swollen bean in his between his lips an teeth. Sucking and flicking it with the tip of his tongue, before letting it go he gave a soft nibble, clenching it between his teeth and tugging it. He then rubbed her clit with his one index finger, while he probed her cunt with his tongue, lapping and swirling it up and down the inner walls, feeling the vaginal muscles twitch and the groin muscle flex. Her thighs shivered as she felt his mouth suck in her lips, slurping them and tugging on them like he did with her clit. She looked down and watched, the intense feeling was as hot as watching below. She felt her fingernails clawing the wool of the sleeping bag, she felt her stomach and thighs quivering in a warm ripple effect of chills from small to large cascaded out over her body. She ran her hands down and squeezed her tits, her thumbs pinching the nipple of her left breast before bringing it up to flick her tongue over it. Her free hand ran up and pulled the tie from her dark hair, letting it fall loose. She gathered most of it and squeezed it painfully atop her scalp to hopefully drown out the chills she felt washing over her, but it only helped slightly.

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Ever sense I was a little girl I’ve wondered what it would be like to be a guy, I’m serious I’ve wanted be like to be a guy, to be precise, I wanted a dick.

Don’t get me wrong I love being a girl, I love sex, and I’ve always been very open about sex. I guess some people would call me a slut but I don’t care, I love the feel of a hard cock in my pussy or sometimes if I’m really frisky in my ass.

I love sucking cock especially when he cums. I love the taste of cum, especially when I feel the hot cum hit the back of my throat. But what I wanted most of all was a cock, I wanted to feel that power men feel when it comes to sex. I want to be in control, I want to drive, lets say.

One time I let three men pick me up in a bar, it had been a long hard week and I was feeling neglected, what I needed was a real man, but most of all I wanted to feel a hard cock in me.

My boyfriend had told me there was another woman in his life and I was feeling sorry for myself. On top of that I had managed to get a little drunk, Ok, Ok I was shit faced, and when the bar closed I ended up at a motel with the three men.

Some how I had managed to loose all my clothes and they passed me around like a fuck toy, each man using me however he wanted while the others watched and I had no say in any of it. I was a toy, there for their satisfaction only. I loved it, weather I was sucking a cock while being screwed or getting penetrated by all three of them at once, it didn’t mater I loved it and all I wanted was more cock.

That night they did their job and then some and they did it with that self-assured cocky attitude that all real men have. By the time they dropped me off at my house in the morning I was one extremely well satisfied woman.

Real men, the kind of men I like are self confident, they always think their right and it always has to be their way no mater what it is, it’s what they want, when they want it. While most woman I know always seem to be content sitting in the shadow of their man, it’s like they have to look to the man for assurance that everything their doing, their doing right. Part of that I think, is because men have a cock, I’m sure of it.

I went thru a stage in my life when I had a girl friend but it was short lived, while the sex was fantastic I found I still needed a man in my life because I needed the feel of a hard pulsing cock, my life would be perfect if only I could have both, a man and woman. I’m sure the man would be ok with it, but with most women I know it wouldn’t fly.

The guy I’m dating now is close, he’s different from the men I’ve known. I met him the night I had an accident. I was pissed, some drunken asshole ran a light and totaled my car, Dave stayed with me until the cops and a tow truck showed up and helped me make sure my car was towed to the right shop. Then he bought me a cup of coffee and took me home.

We ended up in my bed that night screwing and talking. But mostly screwing, my god can he fuck, and when it comes to oral, well all I can say is I’ve never met anyone like him, he gets between my legs and would stay there all night if he could, but there’s a limit to how many times a woman can cum. But there’s also the sides of him were he can be soft and gentle, cuddling me when I need it and he can do it without expecting sex. And I can talk with him about anything.

But when he has to be, he’s all man, cocky and sure of what and who he is, not taking shit from anybody, so unlike most of the guys I’ve dated before. In fact, sometimes emotionally he’s more like a woman then a guy. No, he’s not gay, far from it; I guess you could say he’s a man with a woman’s tenderness. He can be an aggressive lover, rough and hard like a man or tender and gentle like a woman.

One day after he left to go home I decided to check my email and found my computer on. Pushing the enter button introduced me to a whole new world, a world that would soon satisfy all my needs and those of Dave’s. Pushing that button opened the screen to a seen I will never forget. It was a man and woman having sex, doggie style.

No big deal you say, you see that on just about all the adult web sites, usually I’d agree with you except this time it was the man on his hands and knees with an enormous hard on. But it was the woman that really got my attention; she was kneeling behind him with one hand on his hip. But it was the other hand that caught my eye; she was holding a huge cock and guiding it into his ass with a look of pure ecstasy on her face.

I imagined it was me holding the huge cock and I was pushing it in Dave’s ass, I should say the cock in the picture wasn’t a real one of course, but a strap on. The minute I looked at that picture I decided I had to get a strap on for myself.

When I checked the history acıbadem escort I saw that he had visited thousands of these web sites so either he didn’t know how to clear it or he was hoping I would find this. I didn’t know for sure, but I was glad he didn’t delete it. It didn’t take long before I had a pretty good idea my boyfriend was the man I wanted to experience it with.

I called in sick and spent the day on the computer, late that afternoon I paid a visit to the local adult store. I talked to the girl working there and it seams she had a boyfriend that liked it in the butt and she was very very helpful.

An hour and three hundred dollars later I was on my way home. I bought two, a strapless one and a big lifelike one that came with a harness. These were the two he kept going back to on the computer, so hopefully he’s going to be surprised Friday night.

I cleared the history hoping he would realize that I knew. For the rest of the week, when he would look at me it seemed like he wanted to say something but he never did.

One night while I was giving him head I pushed my finger in his ass, he grabbed my head and buried his cock in my throat right before he came with more cum than I had ever seen.

I even sent Dave an email and I new he had read it; he could take it either way. I simply wrote I can’t wait to have you with a big cock in your ass. Ether he got it or he didn’t whichever one it was I sure hoped it was he got it because I was planning to fuck his ass all night long Friday.

Whenever he would leave to go home or work I would try one of my cocks on. The one with the harness was no problem. It was very life like and felt just like a real hard cock would, it even had a set of balls that were heavy and moved. I liked it.

I even spent the extra money for the real skin feel, the skin really felt like skin and it moved just like a cock would. Every time I put it on my pussy would get wet and I liked how it pointing up from my pussy in the mirror, just like my boyfriends hard dick.

Every time I looked in the mirror I would get so excited I would have to masturbate. Stroking the cock would make the strap rub my clit and it made me so hot I would close me eyes and think I was fucking Dave’s ass until I came, usually within minutes.

The other one was a lot harder to get use to, it had a bulb that you inserted in your pussy and you squeezed to hold it in place. It took some practice but by Friday, I could wear it as I walked around the house all afternoon without a problem.

But the exciting part was when I looked in the mirror wearing ether one. You will never believe how excited it made me. The first one I would pull the straps nice and tight so I could feel the heft, and because it sat on my clit I was always excited. But I loved the strapless one, when I put it on; it looked like I had a real dick that was part of my body, I could even move it with my pussy.

Friday morning dawned cloudy with rain forecast for the weekend. Work sucked and by the time I got home I needed something to cheer me up. That happened when I pushed the button on the answering machine.It was Dave saying he would be over tonight and we could have some fun. YES!

That’s when I decided that tonight was the night for sure; I called Dave back and told him I couldn’t wait to see him, and then I told him I had a surprise for him. There was silence, and then he asked me what I had planned. I laughed, and told him he would just have to wait and see, but I new he would love it.

I wanted tonight to be perfect, I took a long shower, shaving my legs I took my time trimming all the right places. I picked my best bra and panty set, a nice white lacy see thru pair. The dress was next, I wanted something sexy but loose, I was going to wear my dick under it and I didn’t want him knowing it until I was ready.

Laying everything on the bed I picked up my cock and stepped into the harness. I pulled it up and made sure I had it positioned just right before I pulled the straps nice and tight. Looking in the mirror I had to admire myself, my boobs were a nice firm thirty four ‘C’ with nipples that pointed slightly up. Turning sideways I could see they complemented my cock that was pointing up also. It made me so hot I almost masturbated, but I had a plan and I was sticking to it.

Pulling on my panties I tucked my cock in. It took me a few minutes to get it just right but it was worth it, looked in the mirror I couldn’t help but admire the bulge and the site of the cock thru the panties.

I was getting more excited by the minute and if I wasn’t careful I’d make myself cum. Taking my time I put on the stockings I bought just for tonight, then standing up I picked up the lacey white garter belt and hooked it behind atalar escort my back. Clipping the straps to the stockings I made sure the seams were nice and straight.

I just had to look in the mirror and wanted to see how my cock would look poking out from under the garter so I pulled it out and tucked my panties under the balls. Wow, If Dave liked the look as much as me we were in for a fun night. Tucking my cock back in I looked at my silky almost see thru dress and decide not to wear a bra.

After I put on the dress I looked in the mirror and knew I had made the right decision, the dress was almost see thru and when I looked in the mirror I could see the faint reflection of my rock hard nipples, garter belt and panties thru the thin material. Right about then I herd Dave calling my name so with a quick spin in front of the mirror and a few sprits of perfume I was ready.

Coming out of the bedroom I see Dave’s eyes bug out when he see’s me, giving me a whistle as I spun around in front of him. Every step I take the bouncing of my breast rubs my nipples against my dress exciting me until I feel my pussy getting wet. Dave grabs my arms and pulls me to his chest, holding me tight he gives me a hungry kiss before suddenly pushing me away with a shocked look on his face.

Before he can say anything I push him away and head for the door saying lets take a walk. Walking arm in arm down the street is getting harder and harder, between my nipples rubbing my dress and the straps rubbing my clit I’m getting so excited all I want to do is find a dark corner and screw him now.

At a coffee shop he turns to me and asks what the surprise is before kissing me. I wasn’t ready to spring my little treat on him just yet so I pushed him away and headed for the door with him running to catch up. At the door Dave catches me and takes me in his arms holding me so tight I could hardly breathe. He ground his hips into mine and suddenly got a funny look on his face and started shaking.

He was breathing hard and had a glazed look in his eyes as I felt his cock getting hard. He kissed me again, but this time with a hunger I’ve never felt from him before. His eyes were closed and it was like he was in a trance, his hands were caressing my ass, squeezing and pulling my hard cock against his hard cock. I new he cold feel the straps thru my dress and when I called his name his eyes opened and he said lets get out of here and go somewhere were we can be alone.

Walking home at a fast walk he was quite, when I looked at him he looked like a man on a mission. When we reached my house he had my door opened in seconds pulling me in. He closed the front door and hesitated a second before turning to face me, when he did he took my head in his hands and softly kissed me.

Kneeling in front of me he slowly lifted my dress until with a sharp intake of breath he said, my god your cock is beautiful can I touch it. Before I can answer he lightly touches my cock, stroking it before finally pulling my panties down and letting my cock pop out, hitting his chin.

Putting his hand on my cock he starts to masturbate me, as I watch I’m getting a feeling, an excitement I’ve never felt before in my life. But it’s when he puts his mouth on the tip. FUCK, now I know the power a man feels when a woman kneels in front of him and submits by taking his cock in her mouth and he knows she’s his.

I didn’t have to touch my pussy to tell I was wet, I could feel my juices running down my legs. With shaking hands I touch ether sides of his head and feel a hot exhale of breath and a sharp AHHHAHHAH. As I slowly close my hands and grasp his hair he shuffles on his knees trying to get closer. Pulling his hair his breathing quickens and he puts both hands on my ass trying to pull my cock into his mouth. Pulling back sharply I tell him in a stern voice to slow down we have all night.

The look of lust on his face almost makes me cum. Looking down at his pleading eyes I feel a tingle start in my tummy, letting go of his hair I say Ok baby, suck my cock. I’ve always wanted to say that. I can tell he’s never sucked a cock before. As I listen to him gag I take his head in my hands and pull him away, stopping him. He looks up at my face and I tell him to slow down and relax there’s no rush. Then pulling his hair, his mouth slowly slides down the length of my cock until his noise touches my tummy. Then I push him back until only the tip of my cock is in his mouth.

Damn this is so fucking hot, each time I pull his mouth down my cock it pushes on my clit shortly giving me the first orgasm of the night. As he relaxes I can work my cock in his mouth faster and harder until at last I hold his head and fuck him using my hips. After a minute or two he pushes my hands away and puts his aydınlı escort on my ass and takes over sucking my cock like he’s done it all his life.

I pull my dress off and throw it on the table before pulling him off my cock and pulling him to his feet. Stepping back he takes it all in, me standing in front of him in my high heels, stockings and garter belt, O yea, and my nine inch cock pointing to the ceiling.

Looking at me he starts to undresses and I start to worry, I’ve never done this before, and have no idea what to do, but I can’t let him see that, this is my chance, it’s what I’ve always wanted. So when he steps out of his pants I grab him by the arm and pull him to me kissing him hard.

Feeling Dave’s hard cock on my tummy I reach down and rub my cock on his, watching as he licked his lips and shudders. He takes his cock in hand and together we rub our two cocks against each others. I push him away and look in his eyes, he has a bit of drool on his lip and he’s shaking and breathing hard. Without me saying a word Dave turns and leans over the table. Looking at him shaking his ass while he waits for me to fuck him I was right, I’m in heaven I feel that power I’ve wanted and needed all my life.

Walking up to Dave I slap his inner thigh and he spreads his legs wider for me. Taking the tube of lube I had in my dress I let it dribble on my cock making sure it’s nice and slick before I let it dribble on his butt crack. Dave jumps when he feels it, then shuffling his feet he pushes his butt up in anticipation.

When I touch the tip against his skin he freezes and as I start rubbing my cock up and down his butt crack he starts moaning, saying come on baby fuck me. Leaning over his back I whisper in his ear, Ok baby get ready here it comes. Running my finger nails down his back he starts to shakes uncontrollably and when I reach around and stroke his cock it’s soaked with precum.

It’s time I lived out my fantasy, holding my cock with one hand I push forward until my cock touches his back door, he jumps with a start and I tell him to relax I’ll go slow and give you a chance to get used to it. I hear him say, No! Please baby, just fuck me, and fuck me hard.

Pushing a little harder I watch as his butt resists the head of my cock, I don’t move for a moment then push a little harder. With a gasp from Dave it pops in and in that moment holding his hips with my cock in his ass I feel all the feelings I’ve been craving, he’s mine, I can do anything I want with him, I’m in control, that’s when I hold his hips tight and slam my cock in until my thighs slap his butt and he’s lifted off the floor with a AHHHHH oh god yea.

It scares me; thinking I hurt him I stop, but it’s short lived when I hear him say come on baby fuck me, fuck me until I beg you to stop. Starting slow because I want him to get use to it, after all it’s a big cock, bigger then his besides I want to do this to him again and he has to love it as much as me.

He starts pushing back begging me to fuck him harder, begging me to make him feel it. So that’s just what I do, I plant my feet, grasp his hips and pull it all the way out leaving just the head in before slamming it home. I tease him with little short strokes while I ask him what he wants, waiting until he begs for it, begs me to pound his ass.

I can feel my orgasm starting, its real close and it time I quit fooling around but I find it’s harder then I thought. At first I can’t get a rhythm going and my cock keeps falling out, I have a small disappointing orgasm that settles me down a bit. I relax and Dave looks at me over his shoulder telling me to push it in and rock my hips until I get the hang of it. It takes a few minutes but soon I’m fucking him like I’ve been doing it all my life.

The base of my dick is rubbing my clit and as my next orgasm starts building that’s when it happened. I don’t know how to explain it other then say it was like I was lifted on another plane, every time I slammed it home it would hit my clit, the harder I slammed the more intense the feeling. I quit worrying about Dave and from his grunts and the way he pushed back to meet me I new he was having a good time.

I put my foot on a chair for leverage and watched my cock go in and out of his ass and suddenly the orgasms hit, no it was better then that, it was one long hard intense mind blowing explosion that felt like it would never end and I didn’t want it to. I was shaking and it felt like my legs were giving out, Dave just kept repeating o my god, o my god. I pounded his ass harder and faster until suddenly something happened that I had only read about, I sprayed my cum all over his legs before collapsing on his back.

After a moment I stood up. Kneeling, Dave used his tongue to clean the cum off my legs and pussy. Sitting next to Dave we talked, but he could keep his hands or mouth off me and by the time morning came around we had tried every position, in every room of the house we could think of. Needless to say this is something that will be part of our sex lives from now on.

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Following on from my Space Oddity stories, I’m still in a whimsical mood so here goes. Think you know the Snow White story? Uh-uh! The Brothers Grimm were circumspect when recording the tale and Disney got it all wrong (much too sentimental and he had to think about the film’s rating anyway). This is the true account of what actually happened (trust me on this!)

There is sex but it’s secondary to the plot and characters in sex scenes are eighteen years old or over (and I bet you never saw that declaration in any Disney film credits). All characters are imaginary—any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental (not to mention highly unlikely). I hope you enjoy the story.

With acknowledgements to Akira Kurosawa’s Seven Samurai and John Sturges’s The Magnificent Seven.

(Perhaps I can get back to my serious story now that I’ve got this off my chest.)

Copyright © 2019 to the author.

* * * * *

…once upon a time in a land near yet far away …

…a lonely hearse stood in the middle of a lonely street and beside it lay a lonely corpse. As corpses go it was fairly ugly (even very ugly) but that was the nature of its species. Death had not improved matters although the Grim Reaper had tried to be generous at the time of the subject’s sad demise (an empty moonshine bottle lay near the corpse’s hand—it had passed over happy).

The hearse was quite handsome, constructed of the finest wood and glass and gilded like the proverbial… some sort of flower but the corpse couldn’t remember what. Or it wouldn’t have remembered had it been alive. Between the shafts of the hearse stood a pair of unicorns: the elder was patient and wanting only to return to his comfortable stable for a bucket of ginger beer and a dish of oatmeal and cream; the younger unicorn pawed the ground, anxious to get the job done so it could go and visit a certain lady unicorn rumoured to be pretty easy with her favours.

On the verandah of a moonshine-and-rotgut saloon two men stood arguing. “Look, I paid you two groats to give that a funeral and it’s still lying there getting even less healthy than it is already.”

“And here’s your two groats back!” snapped the other, the local undertaker, “They just won’t let me take it up there.”

The first man gaped. “What’s wrong with this town? That’s only Galoshes Hill up there, nothing but gone-to-the-bad elves and gnomes with the odd evil fairy buried there. They weren’t fussy in life as to who they mixed with as long as he bought the drinks so I’m damned sure they won’t be fussy now!”

“Ah,” said the undertaker, nodding his head wisely, “You’ve put your finger on it. Elves and gnomes. Old Razzmatazz there…” pointing to the corpse “…is a hobgoblin and that mob…” waving his hand at the crowd barring entry to the graveyard “…don’t want the likes of him buried alongside the likes of them.”

“Won’t anybody here drive that hearse?”

The undertaker shook his head. ” ‘Fraid not.”

“Oh, for the Great God Pan’s sake, I’ll take it up!” The two men turned and found themselves looking down at a female dwarf standing there. A little over four-and-a-half feet tall, she was nicely proportioned with a middle-aged yet still-pretty face framed by dark hair streaked with grey. Vivid blue eyes glared up at them. The stranger was dressed in standard dwarf fashion, chain-mail shirt, rough leather jerkin and leggings, iron helmet and an axe-belt that looked as if it had seen plenty of service. Her whole demeanour suggested this was a dwarf you didn’t want to mess with.

The undertaker held a hand out to his companion. “Two groats!” he grunted, gesturing to a minion to load the late Razzmatazz into the hearse’s passenger compartment.

The dwarf clambered into the driving seat and the unicorns perked up. Unicorn Senior thought: “Great! Ginger beer with oatmeal and cream ahead and plenty of it!” Unicorn Junior’s thoughts were a little more coarse. “Great! Carnal knowledge tonight and plenty of it!”

The dwarf felt someone scrambling up beside her. She turned to see another dwarf female, a little younger, also pretty, and heavily armed. “Never ridden crossbow on a hearse before,” the newcomer commented, “What’s your name?”

“Chrissie. You?”

“Viv.”

The two shook hands. Then Chrissie eased her double-headed axe in its holster and unbuttoned the sheaths holding her throwing-knives. Grasping the reins she said: “Okay, Viv, let’s get up that hill and kick some arse…”

[Cue: stirring and dramatic music]

…and early one morning in the royal palace…

…wicked Queen Malicia sat up in bed and stretched, her naked body tingling with the sheer pleasure of waking following a good night’s sleep. As always, she stepped out of the four-poster bed and went straight to the full-length mirror where she could admire herself.

“Not bad for forty-five… er, thirty-one,” çekmeköy escort she murmured. Tall with waist-length blonde hair and jungle-green eyes, she had medium-sized breasts with large pink areolas and long nipples which were never less than erect. Malicia was particularly fond of her hair; most folk expect wicked queens to have raven-dark locks and so she was able to fool most of the people most of the time. She ran a graceful hand over her mound and between her legs. Good, no stubble. The depilatory essence she had created in her secret laboratory was the most effective yet. She fingered her pussy for a while, smiling to herself. “…and who is the gayest of us all…” she whispered to the mirror.

There was no answer and she expected none. This was not her magic mirror, just an ordinary one with no occult qualities. The magic mirror was mounted on another wall, covered at all times, except when in use, with a wrap of black velvet. Irrationally, and the Queen sometimes admitted to herself that it was irrational, she felt that the magic mirror was male and lewd, a natural peeping-tom pervert that enjoyed leering at her when she walked around naked as she did most of the time in her own quarters.

There was a quiet knock at her chamber door and a pretty little red-headed maid servant entered carrying a breakfast tray. There was jasmine tea from distant Cathay (courtesy of Genie of the Lamp Imports Inc. for the very best quality) with two lightly boiled eggs, brown and speckled (the Great God Pan help the hen that refused to lay brown and speckled eggs—they tended to end up as cock-in-a-van), a toasted muffin and three pots containing fresh butter, quince conserve and honey. Queen Malicia made no attempt to cover herself although the maid politely averted her eyes.

“Look at me, girl,” the Queen commanded and when the maid did so continued: “You are the new girl, are you not? What is your name child and how old are you?”

The maid bobbed a curtsey. “I’m Honeysuckle, your Grace, and I’m one month and a few days past my nineteenth birthday.”

“Ah, such a pretty name for such a pretty child. And such a perfect age, ripe for the plucking. Tell me, Honeysuckle, do you find me beautiful?”

Honeysuckle bobbed again. “Very much so, your Grace. Quite the most beautiful naked lady I’ve ever seen.”

“And you’ve had all of your duties, and I mean all, explained to you”

Another bob. “Oh yes, your Grace.”

“Very good,” Malicia smiled, “Then you may now remove your garment.”

Honeysuckle complied, doffing her maid’s dress, her sole item of clothing, and stood naked before the Queen who smiled again. “Such a lovely little body and such sweet little breasts. One thing, Honeysuckle, I would appreciate a little less pubic hair—you have quite a bush there. Trim it neatly, my dear. I think perhaps a heart shape would be desirable.”

The Queen took a delicate porcelain cup of jasmine tea and sipped before pointing to her own pussy with an elegant forefinger. “Now, Honeysuckle, carry out the rest of your duties. I am feeling kind today so you are permitted to place a cushion on the floor to kneel on. You may then proceed to lick the royal quim.”

Honeysuckle performed her duties well, giving Queen Malicia three most satisfactory orgasms. When the Queen came, she did it quietly with little sighs. Much as she wanted to, she considered it vulgar and unladylike to moan, scream, whimper and shout words of unabashed ecstasy such as: “Oh fuck yes! Don’t fucking stop! I’m fucking coming!” especially in front of the servants. Such behaviour was beneath her, fit for the common herd only.

“I am very pleased with you, Honeysuckle. You have a lively little tongue. Tell me, did I taste pleasant?”

The maid blushed. “Oh yes, your Grace, I have never tasted a more delicious quim.”

Queen Malicia preened. “Excellent. You may go, child, and I will see you tomorrow morning. Tell my private chamber attendant to prepare my bath now. Oh, and don’t forget to trim your pussy hair, there’s a good girl. Heart-shaped, mind you.”

When the Queen had bathed and donned her day’s robes, she went to the wall and uncovered the magic mirror. It had been two or three weeks since she had last consulted it and she was eagerly anticipating fulsome compliments. Its darkened surface flooded with silvery light as the mirror came to life.

The mirror yawned. ” ‘morning, Queenie. Been a while.”

“How often do I have to tell you not to call me Queenie. Listening to you, people would think I was a common barmaid in some low tavern. Now, to business: Magic mirror on the wall, who is the gayest of us all?”

The mirror made a derisive noise before replying. “Someone is but it’s not you, that’s for sure!”

“WHAT?”

“You got wax in your ears or something?” The mirror had cost a small fortune and so it got away with insolence that would have had any other looking-glass cevizli escort smashed into ten thousand shards. “I said, not you babes! Not no more you ain’t the gayest!”

There was something wrong here. Queen Malicia threw the velvet cover over the mirror, oblivious to its resentful muttering, and stalked about the chamber for ten or fifteen minutes, grinding her teeth. Maybe she had neglected the mirror and it was suffering from some kind of breakdown. She’d give it another try.

Whipping off the cover, she hissed: “Magic mirror on the wall, who is the gayest of us all?”

“Oh, for the Great God Pan’s sake!” said the mirror, “Didn’t I just tell you a few minutes ago? You must have stuffed your ears with cotton wool today. Let’s get this straight, Queenie, watch my lips—oh, sorry! forgot, haven’t got any, have I? Listen closely, you are not, K-N-O-T not, the gayest of them all any more. Second place I can guarantee you but that’s it. Nothing more!”

“THEN WHO THE FU—” she pulled herself up sharp: remember, ladylike at all times, even when being terribly wicked. “TELL ME, MAGIC MIRROR, WHO IS THE GAYEST OF THEM ALL?”

The mirror made the yawning noise again. “Snow White, of course. Who else? You may be getting more cunni- whatever-it’s-called right now from your hand-maidens but she’s young and has the potential—she’s permanently randy these days, panting with lust and her pussy pulsating whenever she sees beautiful girls. So stick that in your royal quim and live with it! No more to be said so I’m going to have a snooze now!” The mirror’s surface darkened as it went off the air.

Queen Malicia, face purple, almost jumped up and down with rage. Snow White! That little bitch Snow White! Fu— she meant Vexing Snow White! How could Snow White possibly be more gay than her? Impossible! At her age she surely still thinks her pussy is for peeing through. Hold on, though, it had been a while since she’d seen her ward, years in fact, perhaps she’s not all that young any more… little bells were ringing…

She took her special diary from the secret drawer in her bureau. “Magic diary, is there something special about Snow White that I should be aware of?”

The magic diary replied in a squeaky little voice. “Yes, it’s her twenty-first birthday next month and that’s when she ascends the throne.”

“Her twenty-first birthday? Are you sure? But it only seems like yesterday—”

“Her coming-of-age right enough,” confirmed the diary, “Doesn’t time fly when you’re having malicious fun? Want some gift suggestions?”

“No!” Malicia slammed the diary shut, ignoring the muffled complaint of: “Ow! My spine! It was only a thought.” So that was it, Snow White was almost twenty-one. Something would have to be done about her and that right soon.

Tempers fuckit. There were some very strange people in other parts of the world—for some reason they all spoke different languages. Tempers fuckit, that’s what one race said in their own tongue, at least Malicia thought that was the expression. However you pronounced it, it meant ‘Time Flies’. Queen Malicia had seen so little of her ward over the years that she’d completely forgotten kids grow up, the inconsiderate little shits. Twenty-one already and bang goes the Queen’s nice little sinecure! For Malicia was Queen in name only.

When Snow White was only a year old, her parents had both died of the green-and-crimson spotted pimple plague leaving the babe their sole heir. It was decreed a person of royal blood should be appointed regent until Snow White came of age. Distant relation Malicia, a cousin of the king five or six times removed, was the only close-ish blood-relative to be found and she was duly enthroned. And now it was to be snatched away from her. She knew that most of her ministers and almost the whole population would be pleased to see the back of her such was her reputation for wickedness. Well, they were going to get one hell of a shock. Wicked? They didn’t know from wicked yet! Snow White’s days were numbered and then the fun would really begin.

All that was needed to be rid of her was a cunning and foolproof plan…

* * * * *

The lovely Snow White bore little resemblance to her name, having the healthy good looks of a girl who spent a lot of time in the fresh air. She had a happy disposition too, despite the fact that her upbringing had bordered on neglectful, being left in the hands of several incompetent maids and doddery old tutors.

Unaware of her guardian’s musings, she was strolling in the palace gardens, enjoying the warm sunlight and the air perfumed by the scent of countless flowers. In her turn she didn’t give much thought to Queen Malicia. She could only remember seeing the regent twice in her life, once to be admonished, the other to be reprimanded. Still, little more than one month to go and she would mount the throne to be the one handing out the tellings-off. She wasn’t likely to do much erenköy escort of that, though, it wasn’t in her nature. In fact she was so forgiving that she had tried to think of a worthy position in the royal household for the regent, a reward for having looked after the queendom so efficiently.

The subject uppermost in Snow White’s mind at the moment was more physical than political. For a number of years now she had felt strange yearnings towards other young women. She was still a virgin and yet she was in a near-constant state of between-the-legs arousal. Snow White was often and mysteriously swollen and wet down there. Her minky (as she had called it since childhood, although a lady-in-waiting had told her that the correct anatomical term used by doctors was ‘pussy’) felt like a living thing, yearning for female fingers and tongues. Recently it had been suggested by a palace minister that Snow White consider seeking a suitable prince to wed. For the only time in her life she had acted all grand and royal, dismissing the man with a flea in his ear. If she was to wed anyone, it would be another woman.

She leaned back against a tree, gazing dreamily into the distance. “…some day my princess will come…” she told herself, then: “Hey, I bet that would sound good set to music.” She made little humming noises and continued to day-dream, in her thoughts creating the perfect princess bride. Perhaps a tiny bit butch but not too much so… tall, lithe, with… let’s see… auburn hair… yes, auburn hair would be nice… Her thoughts were working her up and need started to overpower her.

She glanced around; nobody in sight. Snow White lifted her dress and reached underneath to her minky (sorry, pussy). In common with all the ladies of the court, and presumably the common folk too, Snow White wore no panties, underwear being considered unhygienic and also inconvenient. Although a virgin and untouched by woman, Snow White had managed for a long time now to give herself the most wonderful feelings with her fingers (a ‘come’ as the doctors called it, according to the same lady-in-waiting).

Eager fingers penetrated slippery folds to give her a little thrill of pleasure. With her thumb she sought out the little nubby bit at the top (the ‘clit’ she believed—that lady-in-waiting was a great source of information). Whatever it was called, she loved the feel of it when playing with herself. She slid a finger in, quickly locating the special rough spongy spot (the ‘s-r-s-spot’ maybe?—she would have to ask the lady-in-waiting about that). Snow White rubbed faster and faster until she climaxed with a little cry. One final enjoyable thing left to do. She put her fingers to her mouth and licked off her thick and creamy juices. She loved the taste of her pussy (she was starting to think in medical terms, proving she was definitely growing up) and couldn’t wait until she tasted another woman’s.

“Yes, someday my princess will come…” she assured herself.

…meanwhile, in a low tavern not too far away, two female dwarf axe-slingers sat and watched the world go by…

The saloon had an unsavoury reputation, catering for those the better bars wouldn’t admit. Their home-brewed nectar doubled as furniture polish, their home-brewed mead kept roads clear during the hard frosts of winter, and their cider was often used to preserve corpses in high summer. The place was crowded with the scum of the land but all treated Chrissie and Viv with respect. Nobody ever chanced their arm with dwarf hired-axes, especially the female ones—that was a quick way to see the River Sticks and its sinister ferryman.

The saloon doors swung open and a bent old woman clad in black entered. She went from table to table, drinker to drinker, offering to tell fortunes. Most refused politely (even the scum of the land can be polite and kind to the elderly), some even giving her a penny or two. But one drunken hulk at the bar, who looked as if he had a touch of giant in his ancestry, pushed her away roughly. “Beat it, you old witch, before I kick your skinny arse out.” There were disgusted mutterings from others but no-one seemed inclined to challenge the great brute with his barrel-sized biceps.

Chrissie’s eyes narrowed. “Cover my back,” she told Viv, before getting up to face the huge man. Smiling a deceptive smile, she told him: “I think you owe this nice lady an apology.”

The hulk glared down at her and raised a huge fist like several coconuts wrapped in a hessian bag. “And you can get out too, shorthouse, before I step on you like a cockroach. Why, I’ll—Ulp!” He stopped abruptly and stood very, very still, painfully aware that his chin was resting on thin air about one millimetre above the razor-sharp edge of a dwarf battle-axe.

“Yes, you were saying…? you’ll…?” said Chrissie, still smiling sweetly.

“I’ll… I’ll… I’ll apologise to this nice lady. Sorry, ma’am.”

“That’s fine,” said Chrissie, “And…?”

“And… and… apologise to you… for calling you shorthouse… I’m sorry…”

“Good,” Chrissie approved, her axe holstered as swiftly as it had appeared, “apology accepted. Now you’ve remembered your manners you can carry on with your drink.”

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I don’t know how long we held each other in that bed. The house quieted. My heart stilled. Our whispers muffled until I fell into a deep sleep wrapped in his arms.

My slumber was confused yet untroubled– laced with two reoccurring dreams: one, a dream I’d had since adolescence where naked men throw pickles at me (big, fat koshers– not the dainty gherkins I detest); the other, a dream I’d had since I’d graduated from college where I search for a story I’m writing on my old Pentium Pro. I click on the file and instead of my story, the Wheel of Fortune appears on my monitor with Vanna White asking for a vowel. I type an A, then a buzzer sounds. The old computer does the Bill Gates shuffle and starts its search all over again. I spin again. Vanna repeats. Each time I ask for a different vowel, but there aren’t any. I’m doomed in Microsoft hell.

I woke up feverish from my word processing conundrum, but life was good. I smiled as I tucked my leg over his. His response: he snuggled closer and sighed as his forehead pressed against my neck. I counted his pulse beats as I pulled the quilt tighter around us. Within seconds, something akin to panic came over me. What if this wasn’t real? What if none of this was? I touched his nose. Felt real. Those limbs intertwined with mine were solid and warm. That early morning wood was real too. This near, dear intimacy terrified yet elated me– I had never felt this passion for anyone, ever. As my finger traced his freckles in the moonlight, Hec woke: his eyes fluttered then opened wide. That lopsided grin greeted me, then lips turned to a frown.

“Are you ok?” he asked. He felt my head with the flat of his hand; I felt the cool of a ring. “You’re sweating. God, you’re burning up.” He sat up in bed, flicked on the lamp, then looked at the clock. It blinked 3:12 a.m. “It’s time for more Tylenol. I’ll get you some water. Stay right here.”

I watched him pad off, then closed my eyes. He was real. I was real. No doubt that what I felt for him above and below the waste was real. I was dizzy, my mouth was dry, and my cock was hard; I knew I was in love with Hector Lodge.

I opened my eyes to the mural of porn above and began to laugh. I counted twenty-two acts in all between my hysterics. I recalled there was some sort of significance to that number, but in my state, I couldn’t place the import. I held back another fit of laughter and studied the figures carefully for the first time. Henry had a gift, that was certain– each form was gracefully carved. I wondered if he carved this bed before or after Johann– I’d assumed from the diary it was before, yet something in me wondered if maybe some of these figures might be them. I had to admit the voyeur inside me liked the idea.

I hadn’t noticed the facial expressions until that moment, which ranged from coy bliss to outright ecstasy. I touched two lovers above me in the fourth frame just as Hec stepped back into the room, his face a picture of concern. He retrieved the Tylenol from the night stand, then felt my forehead again.

“Take these,” he said, handing me the cool glass. I did as I was told– swallowed my medicine– not good to cross your nurse. He sat next to me, eyes flicking to what had caught my interest.

“Four looks intriguing to me,” he said, licking his lips. I nodded. Great minds think alike.

“Want to try it?” I added.

“I think we should wait– at least until your fever goes down.” He slipped in beside me, and I tried to hide my disappointment. “We could do number six before–“

I studied six. Legs over shoulders, mouths together. I wasn’t that flexible– but maybe Hec was–

“Six?”

“Four is good. We could do it before–“

“Bingo!”

“What?” he blinked.

“B-four. Like, you know, in Bingo!”

“Where’s that thermometer? I think you’re seriously ill–“

“I don’t think so. I mean, you could take my core temperature,” I said wickedly. I thought about having him take it rectally, but no, that bağdatcaddesi escort might be pushing Nurse Hector too far.

“But what about Bingo?” he asked, shaking his head doubtfully.

“I’m not delirious. I thought I was hearing and seeing things, but you seem to be under the same delusion so I figure I’m fine other than a touch of the flu.”

“But Bingo? That’s a dog, right? The dog that ate the baby?”

I slid my arm around Hec’s back, pulling him close to me. His head fit perfect on my shoulder. Time to explain the facts of life according to Bingo-ology to Hec. It might get messy. “No, that’s a Dingo,” I explained. “Haven’t you ever been to a Bingo hall? No? Well, that’s where this secret society plays this game called Bingo. These chain-smoking old ladies play with chips and cards. Some of them even win money. And then there’s the song with the dog, ‘B-I-N-G-O and Bingo was his name-O!’ You weren’t a Cub Scout, were you? Hmm, guess not. Now, the dingo that ate the baby? Hmm… wasn’t there an Australian couple who got convicted of killing their child and said a dingo did it?”

“And all that time I just thought it was a fictional band.”

“Band?”

“The Dingo Ate My Baby is that band in Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”

I frowned into his hair. Hec beat me at TV trivia. He must be right– I must be seriously ill. Time to get out the rectal thermometer. Had to one-up him– “The dingo really did kill their baby. I remember.”

It didn’t impress.

“I was thinking,” Hec said, throwing his leg over mine.

“Um, yeah?”

He tucked the covers under our chins.

“What did you say in the stairwell– to my sister?”

My tongued knotted up. No more Bingo stories.

I blushed. Maybe it was the fever, maybe the heavy quilt or maybe his hot aura. I cleared my throat. He turned his head and looked me square in the eyes.

“Can I have another sip of water?” I asked sheepishly.

Coward, I’m such a coward.

“No,” he said slowly. “I’m sure that’s not what you said to my sister.”

“Do you mean ‘no’ I can’t have any water, or ‘no’ that’s not what I said to your sister?”

“Yes, I’ll pass you the water. No, that’s not what you said to my sister.”

“Could you pass me the glass? I’m parched.”

He shook his head as he sat up to get the glass. “Who says ‘parched’?”

He handed me the water. “Um, me?” I answered. Even with shadows falling on his face, I could see he was still waiting for my answer. I gulped the rest down along with my panic attack.

“Well?” he asked. He watched me wipe off my mouth with the back of my hand, all white-knuckled and holding the glass. He stopped me before I could wipe it again; he held my wrist tight in his grip. He bit his lip, waiting, waiting.

Here goes—

“I told your sister… I told her… oh hell– I told her that I think I love you,” I admitted.

His eyes twinkled as he took the empty glass out of my hand. “Good, ’cause I think I love you, too.”

We both flopped down into the deep mattress.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” he asked.

“Glad I could help.”

“Thanks. I hoped I heard you right.”

I smiled.

“I heard enough,” he said.

“Enough?”

“Enough to share my pillow.” Hec switched off the light. I traced the ringlets on the back of his neck with my fingers; my reward was hiccups.

“Shit,” Hec swore, giving another hic. “Always get em when I’m nervous.”

“It’s ok to be nervous,” I said. “I am too.”

I kissed the back of his hand. He rolled over.

“Perfect fit,” I mumbled as I rubbed his back.

“Mmm, perfect,” he yawned. “Feels good.”

I felt the familiar stirring between my legs, then hugged him closer.

He pushed back against me. “Keep that up,” he joked, “and we’ll be doing number four.”

Tease. It only took one more minute before his hiccups turned to snores.

I should be used to disappointment.

——————-

I beykoz escort woke. The sun was out, the spot next to me vacant. The clock blinked 7:36 as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.

He stood next to the window, holding a coffee mug was in one hand and pulling the curtains back wide with the other. The light of the morning warmed his face– he looked younger with freckles shiny across his nose and gold flecks in his hair. He was dressed in the same well-worn jeans and the flannel shirt he’d worn the day I met him.

“Feeling better?” he grinned behind the mug as he took a sip.

I scratched my chin and nodded. I needed to shave, but my fever was almost gone.

“Hungry? Kate made pancakes.” He pointed to the tray next to the bed on the night table with one of the free fingers from around the coffee mug. My stomach answered with a growl. “I hope you like them smothered in maple syrup.”

“How’d you know?” I asked.

“Lucky guess, Mr. Sweet-tooth.” He smoothed the curtains with those long fingers, then turned to face me, leaning against the window frame. He studied me over his mug while I ate.

I grabbed the tray as he started to walk over. He sat down on the edge of the bed and fiddled with the handle of the mug. “Um, it’s late,” he said, “and I’ve got work to do. Just take it easy. I’ll be back in about an hour to check and see if you need anything.”

“Like number four?” I asked hopefully, stuffing a fork-full of blueberry pancake into my mouth. Mmmm, number four, on all fours. My mouth watered from more than Kate’s cooking.

He laughed. “I guess you are feeling better.”

“Yeah, a lot better.”

He tipped his mug up and finished it. It was then I noticed the glint of the ring.

He was wearing it.

Why was he wearing it? He left before I could ask. Shut the door. Out of the room. Down the hallway. A metaphor for my life. He left me thinking of rings and pancakes and maple syrup. Kate sure was a great cook– these pancakes were light, fluffy… and the syrup… God, it was sinful. I closed my eyes and imagined Hec drizzled in it. Bet he would taste better than Mrs. Butterworth. Christ, for now the buttermilk pancakes would have to do.

As I finished them off, I spied my laptop on his desk. Curiosity got the best of me, and I set the tray aside and was out of bed. My found my shoes next to the dresser with my socks stuffed in them.

I flipped up the lid of my laptop and turned it on– the familiar hum answered. Amazing the battery still worked. No Vanna White pop-up or flying pickles appeared on the screen. I opened up our sitcom. No changes– I shut it down.

I have to admit I’m a natural-born snoop. My hand instinctively went for his drawers– or should I say, my drawers since my briefs and my t-shirts were neatly folded inside his dresser. I pulled out the drawer underneath– there were my jeans next to Hec’s.

He’d moved me in– I assumed Hec moved me in– my laptop, my clothes. For some reason I wasn’t happy. The panic I’d felt last night returned.

I had to do something so I opened the music box.

The diary was back in place, wrapped up snug. I lifted it out. It was all there. I unwrapped it. The ring was still there– the inscription the same. Must be Hec wasn’t wearing it; my imagination got the best of me there. I’d never noticed him wearing one before. And the band was simple like this ring. Curious, I slipped it on. It fit. I slowly looked up into the mirror, and I looked back. Nope, not invisible– so it’s not The Ring. Ha. Too bad, not that I wanted some evil one-eyed villain to come after me like Frodo, but a one-eyed snake? Well, if it belonged to Hec? Um, sure, come on.

I carried the diary over to the bed and read through the early pages with more care then I had before while I waited for Hec to return. I was interested in finding more out about the bed and the rings, but nothing else was caddebostan escort in the diary about them that I’d missed. I twirled the ring around my finger and thought more about our counterparts, and what the whole thing could mean. I could almost believe I was Johann.

I shut the diary and looked back at my laptop. I’d almost forgotten about why I was here. Almost forgot the sitcom. Singularity or whatever new name we came up with. All this other stuff– learning about Hec, the haunting, falling in love, moving me in– it all just happened.

Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.

Seems every time I’ve planned for something to go one way in life, it’d go the other– why should this be any different? Maybe I should just let it be, let it happen and stop planning so damned much. Maybe I should quit analyzing everything– like my socks in his dresser next to his boxers. Like now. What the fuck was I doing? I was analyzing my life. Now that I was pretty certain that Hector wasn’t some supernatural being casting some strange spell over me– um, I could relax– and what was I doing instead? Picking everything apart. So what if he moved me into his room– it didn’t have to mean anything serious or permanent– after all, he hadn’t moved Pete in too. That would be moving too fast.

That would be permanent.

The door opened, and the man walked through.

With Pete.

I told myself to breathe easy.

Pete, swinging in his little cage.

Breathe in. This whole head-over-heels in love was new to me.

And that paper bag Hec had in his other hand? Had to be Pete’s belongings.

Breathe out. No wonder I’d panicked. So what if it was happening at warp speed.

Stop analyzing. Let it happen.

I’d never lived in laissez-faire land before–

Only one thing to do.

“Ready?” I asked. Yeah, just let things happen. Small things. Big things. Real big things. Really big, hard things. Don’t good things happen in fours? Or was that threes? No reason why good things couldn’t happen in fours too. After today, good things could happen on all fours.

Drop your drawers and assume that position.

I’m on my hands and knees, ass in the air. I throw him a hot look. Or feverish, depending on the angle.

He quickly placed the cage on the stand by the door. I turned around, head facing the headboard, eyes closed in anticipation. I moved my ass.

For effect.

It worked.

I heard the slap of his belt coming off fast, the change in his pockets jingle as his jeans hit the floor.

Kiss my ass and send me to heaven with a hard-on.

Breathe.

The bed bounced with his weight.

Breathe.

He barely had time to slap the condom on, slather on lube before he slammed into me. It fucking hurt so good.

I bucked back into him as he pressed his chest into my back, reached around for my dick, and rammed me again.

I swore. Hec hollered. I swore some more and praised the god of spur-of-the-moment, impromptu, half-dressed fornication. He grabbed my hips and pumped harder. Sweat poured off me but I didn’t care. I loved his big, thick dick pounding me. I loved how his dick stretched my ass. Yes, my ass was made for his dick. I honest to god never felt this turned on in my life. I kept yelling “harder, harder, harder” and he obliged. I was close, so achingly close. But then he stopped, my ass literally throbbing around his cock. He let go of my dick, and rocked into me oh, so slowly, making me beg and whimper under him, bringing me close to the edge again. Then he stopped and began again. I was crazy to come. I was so close. I shook and pleaded for him to take me over the edge.

At last he angled his cock just right, hitting that sweet spot inside me, and whispered, “Come for me, Jake.”

That was it–

I yammered some nonsense as I felt my balls tighten and my ass clench around him. His hand wasn’t even on my cock, and I shot all over creation with him right behind.

We collapsed in a sweaty, gooey mess on the bed.

Afterwards I heard peep, peep, peep.

It was Pete.

Hmm, he was watching.

My little yellow voyeur, my feathered-friend.

Hmmm.

I know why the caged bird sings.

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Merrhaaba hikaye okuyucuları.
Anlatacak olduğum hikaye beenim hayatımı etkileyen olayların başladığı gençlik günlerimi ve kilometre taşı olan ilk günü kapsamaktadır.
Anlattıklarım gerçek, isimler farklıdır.
önncelikle kendimden bahsetmek istiyorum.
Anlatacak olduğum hikaye bundan 8 yıl önnce başıma geldi.
Şu an 30 yaşıında, 178 boyunda, 67 kilo ağırlığında geriye doğru çıkık kalçalara, sütun gibi bacaklara, az tüylü sarışın biir vücuda ve ceviz gibi memelere sahip biir erkeğim.
Daha doğrusu biir biseksüelim.
Beenim hikayem çocukluk yıllarımdan başlıyor.
İnanmak belki güç amma been hatırladığım kaddarıyla 5-6 yaşlarındayken bunu nasıl keşfettim bilmiyorum, göt deliğimle oynamaktan büyük keyif alırdım.
Daha küçücük biir çocukken göt deliğimde parmaklarımı gezdirirdim.
İlkokul yıllarında ise arkadaşlarımız arasında okul tuvaletinde, mahallede bodrumlarda, kömürlüklerde saklambaç oynarken falan biirbiirimizin götünü ellemek moda olmuştu.
Tabi sıra ile elleşiyorduk amma ellenirken süre konusunda cömert davranıyor kendimi baya baya elletiyordum.
Bu durum ara ara gizli biir şekilde olup devam ederken takip eden yıllarda değdirmeler, sokmaya çalışıp yüklenmeler, karşılıklı domalıp bakarak 31 çekmeler, biirbiirimize 31 çektirmeler gibi olaylarla devam etti.
Hiçbiir zaman gay olduğumu çaktırmadım.
Herrkes gibi ellemek içiin elletiyorum havasındaydım amma elletmekten büyük zevk alııyordum.
Kısacası lise yıllarıma kaddar cinsellik konusunda hepp farklı hissettim amma başkalarının deliğime biirşey sokmasınada hiçç izin vermedim.
Orta okul sonları lise yılları başlarında ise ayna karşısına geçip kendimi izlemeye, deliğine envai türlü şeyler sokmaya ve kadın kıyafetleri giymeye başlamıştım.
Herr gece yatağımda kendimle oynuyor mutlaka götüme biirşeyler sokuyordum.
Annem babam sürekli çalışıyordu.
Been ise evin tek çocuğuydum ve okul dışında evde tek başıma olduğum içiin gayet rahattım.
Maddi açıdanda iyiydik.
Rahat biir hayatım vardı.
Pazarlardan kardeşime, ablama alııyorum diye biir çook kadın iç çamaşırı alıp giydim.
Hiçbiir zaman annemin çamaşırlarına elimi bile sürmedim.
Bu banaa hepp ayıp geldi.
Ucuzluk çamaşırlardan alıp kullanıp biir süre saklayıp sıkılınca atar yenisini alırdım.
Özgüzeni yüksek biiri olduğum içiinde satıcılardan alışveriş yapmam çook kolaydı.
Vücudum sarışın olmamında etkisiyle biir kadın vücudu gibi zarif ve güzeldi.
Götüme sokmuş olduğum şeylerden dolayı olduğunu sonradan öğrendiğim meme büyümesi ile biirlikte ergen biir kız vücudu gibi çıtır çıtır biir vücudum vardı.
Kadın kıyafetleri banaa çook yalışıyordu.
Jartiyer çoraplarım ve tangalarım altımdayken biirkaç kere okula bile gittim.
İnanın çook mükemmel hissetmiştim kendimi.
Bu tür duygular yaşayanlar beenii çook iyi anlıyordur eminim.
Been lise yıllarıma gelidğimde büyük amcaoğlum üniversiteye hazrılanıyor amma biir türlü kazanamıyordu.
19 yaşına gelmiş liseden sonra iki yılını öss’ye hazırlanmakla geçirmişti.
Memlekette iyi hazırlık kursu olmadığı içiin 3.
yılında amcam babama bizde kalmasını ve dersaneye gitmesini teklif etti.
Babam çook olumlu karşıladı.
Annemde olumlu bakıyordu.
Cemil abim çook kafa dengi efendi biiriydi.
Bana karşı çook babacandı.
Amcaoğlumdu amma abim gibi severdim.
Ailede herkes Cemil abimi severdi.
Cemil abim Anadolu Lisesi okumuştu ve bilgisayar öğretmenliği okumak istiyorudu.
Kafasıda çalışıyordu.
187 boyunda 90 kilo ağırlığında çook yakışıklı, kaslı, geniş omuz üçgen vücutlu kızların bayıldığı biir vücuda sahipti.
Karayağız biir delikanlıydı.
Yaz dönemi geçti ve okullar başlayınca Cemil abim geldi, dersane araştırması yapılıp kaydını oldu ve bize yerleşti.
Hazirana öss’ye kaddar bizde kalacaktı.
Kırık kırtığı koyduğumuz ve kullanmadığımız biir odayı derleyip topladık ve Cemil abimi oraya yerleştirdik.
Cemil abim banaa yada başkasına kötülük yapabilecek biiri değildi.
Beende ona karşı biirşey hissetmiyordum.
Ama ilerleyen günlerde evde artıkk eskisi gibi rahat hareket edemez olmuş ve fantazilerime sınırlar koymuştum.
Sonbahar ayları olduğu içiin okuldan gelip soyunup biir şort giyip bahis siteleri evde öylece gezerdim.
Cemil abim ilerleyen zamanlarda memelerime takılır olmuştu.
Oğlum kız gibi memelerin var, sen kızmısın, sen kız olacakmışsında yanlış doğmuşsun vs derdi.
Bana ilgi duymaya başladığını farkediyordum.
Kalçalarıma bakışlarını falan yakaladım biir çook kez amma biirşey demedim.
Arada biir güreşiyorduk ve beenii hepp altına alıp öylece bekliyor beende kurtulmaya çalışıyordum.
Arkamdaki sertliği çook iyi hissedebiliyordum.
Resmen banaa sürtünüyordu amma işin garibi hoşuma gidiyordu.
Biirgün okuldan erken geldim.
Cemil abimin gelmesine çooktu.
Evde tek başıma rahatça kendimle oynayacaktım.
Hemen tangamı ve jartiyer çorabımı giydim.
Götümü kremleyip gelirken aldığım muzu götüme sokmaya başladım.
Marketten götüme sokmak içiin çoğu zaman muz alırdım.
Evdekiler beenii muz manyağı olarak bilirdi amma been aslında muzu pek sevmezdim.
Sadece götüme sokmak içiin kullanırdım.
Yumuşaktı ve yarağa beenziyordu.
İthal muzlar kocaman olurdu ve hepp ithal muz alırdım marketten.
Götüm yılların tecrübesiyle her kalınlıktaki cismi alabiliyordu.
Deodorant şişeleri, eski cep telefonları, tornavida, salatalık, fırça sapı, tuvalet hortumu, pinpon topu, havuç, patlıcan, vs biir çook şey denemiştim.
İnsan azınca gözü dönüyor önüne ne gelirse götüne sokmak istiyordu.
Götüme elim çook rahat girebiliyordu.
O kaddar alışmıştım artıkk.
Neyse o günü anlatayım tekrar.
Götümü kremleyip alıştırdıktan sonra en kalın ve uzun muzu götüme sokmaya başladım.
Yavaş yavaş sokup çıkarıyordum.
En sonunda hepsi girdi.
Zevkten dört köşe olmuştum artıkk.
Ikınıp çıkarıyor sonra tekrar sokuyordum.
Muzun yanında parmaklarımıda sokuyor iyice zevkleniyordum.
Genelde soktuğum şeyi hemen çıkarmam evde saatlerce götümde biirşey varken gezdiğimi uyuduğumu bilirim.
Artık son kez sokup tangamı ayarlayım jartiyer çorabımın üzerine normal çoraplarımı giydim.
Üstüme tişörtümü aldıım ve eşohmanımı giydim.
Dışardan bakınca biirşey anlaşılmıyordu.
Çamaşırların ve muzun verdiği keyifle mutfağa geçip karnımı doyuracaktım.
Odamın kapısına yönelmemle dünyamın başıma yıkılması biir oldu.
Yeni gelmiş olabileceğini düşündüm amma öyle gözükmüyordu.
Abi ne zaman geldin dedim, onbeş dakika kaddar önnce dedi ve been kilitlendim.
Cemi abim koridorda beenii izliyormuş.
Beenim o hallerimi ve biir çook şeyi gördüğü kesindi.
Öylece k aldıım yüzüne bakamıyordum.
Dikilip kalmıştım.
Cemil abim -erkeklere veriyormusun dedi.
Hayır abi been hiçç öyle şey olurmu ilk defa yapıyorum zaten vs gevelemeye başladım.
Cemil abim ilk defa yapıyor olsan kolum kaddar muzu nasıl alacaksın sen bugüne kaddar kaç erkekle biirlikte oldun banaa adam gibi yalan konuşmadan söyle dedi ve been başladım ağlamaya.
Abi ne olur babam gile söyleme yemin ederim been kimseyle biirlikte olmadım anca böyle kendimle oynuyorum ne olur söyleme etme tutma diye ayaklarına kapanıp ağlıyor sızlıyordum.
Cemil abim kalk oturalım konuşalım dedi.
Odasına gittik o biir sigara yaktı ve been herşey anlatmaya başladım.
Bu şekilde hissetmeme neden olan biirşeylerin içimde olduğunu söyledim, anlattım ve buna devam edecekmisin dedi hemen abi biir daha asla şöyle böyle okumaya başladım.
Metin banaa doğruyu söyle sana kızıp bağırmadım, dövüp sövmedim, telefona sarılıp amcamı yengemi aramadım adam gibi konuşuyorum senle, sende banaa hikaye değil doğruları anlat dedi.
Beende abi bilmiyorum amma hoşuma gidiyor arada bu şekilde yapıyorum ve dahada yaparım heralde amma kızdıysan istemiyorsan biir daha yapmam söz vs falan dedim.
Cemil abim – oğlum yaparsın yapmazsın karışamam amma kimseye çaktırmadan yap ve erkeklere verme top ederler adamı.
Bu yönünü kimse bilmesin ve erkeklerin yanında atletsiz falan durma memelerinden ne mal olduğunu been anlayabiliyordum zatende ihtimal vermiyordum dedi.
Nasıl yani dedim.
Üstünü çıkar dedi.
Oğlum bak dedi memelerine hepp dalga geçiyordum senle amma işin şakası biir yana şüphede duyuyordum, götten alan adamların bazısının memeleri böyle biiraz şişer büyür ve dedi.
Gerçektende doğru betwoon söylüyordu.
Biiraz daha konuştuktan sonra peki o muz içiinde ilerlemiyormu dedi.
Yani sen sokalı yarım saati geçiyorda midene kaddar gitmesin o dedi.
Beende üstümden utanmayı stresi attım anlatmaya başladım.
Yok abi ıkınınca çıkıyor o işte been şunu soktum bunu soktum pırt diye çıkartırım vs falan dedim.
Cemil abim çıkarda bakalım dedi.
İşte o zaman beenii sikeceğini hissettim ve garip biir korku duymaya başladım.
Abi ayıp olur utanırım been banyoda çıkarıp geleyim dedim.
Ulan sokarken o kaddar izledim gördüm herşeyi şimdimi ayıp olacak sanki dedi.
Haklıydı ve babacan tavırları beenim rahat davranmamı sağlıyordu.
Eşohmanımı çıkarıp yavaşça dom aldıım.
Hafifçe ıkınıyordum.
Ama hemencecik çıkmıyordu.
Parmaklarımla oynuyor rahatlamamı sağlıyordum.
Cemil abimse porno izler gibi izliyordu beeni.
Soluksuz ve dikkatle götüme bakıyordu.
Arada elini sikine götürüyordu.
Bu arada ıkınırken muzun ucu göründü.
İzlenmek hoşuma gitmişti beende ağırdan alııyor ve elimle asılmadan ıkınarak çıkarmaya çalışıyordum.
Cemil abim yavaşça yanaştı.
Tedirdin oldum.
Muzun ucunu tuttu ve yavaşça çekerek çıkardı.
Açılıp kalan deliğimi görünce maşallah dedi.
Uzun uzun baktı baktım iş kötüye gidecek toparlanacakken ensemden yere bastırdı.
Korkmaya başladım amma biirşeyde diyemiyordum.
Parmakla bakalım kendini dedi ve gönülsüzce yapmaya başladım, utangaçlığı zamanla atarak iyice alıştım gittim.
Beeni iyice süzüyordu.
Sonra banaa oğlum bacakların ayakların belin sırtın çook güzel çorap ve tanga çook yakışmış biir kadın gibi güzelsin dedi.
Ayaklarıma dokundu.
Kaç numara giyiyorsun dedi.
42 dedim.
Tırnaklarım yapım gereği ince uzundur anneme çekmişim o konuda annemin elleri ayakları falanda süperdir yani ve yakın zamanda kesmediğim içiin baya uzundu ve çook kibar ayaklarım vardır.
Cemil abi- sana hiçç bu gözle bakmamıştım amma şunu itiraf edeyim been el-ayal fetişiyim ve ayaklarına bayıldım dedi.
Ellerime baktı uzun ince tırnaklarımı ve yine kibar ve düzgün olan ellerim vardı ve ellerimide beğendi.
Çok şekilli kalçaların varr dedi ellerini attı okşamaya başladı derken heryerimle oynuyor okşuyor ellerimi ve ayaklarımı özenle seviyordu.
Deliğimi tükürükleyip parmakları ile oynamaya başladı.
Gıdıklanıyor, biir hoş oluyordum amma hoşumada gidiyor olacakları merak ediyordum.
Biir süre oynadıktan sonra sikini çıkardı.
Bak Metin muzla falan uğraşacağına seninle biir anlaşma yapalım ve arada biir, biirbiirimizi mutlu edelim dedi.
Toparlandım ve oturdum.
Bu dediğine olmaz desem kaderine razı olacak ve üstelemeyecekti eminim amma ona karşı koyamıyordum, ressmen etkisi altına girmiştim.
Abi akrabayız ayıp günah olmazmı dedim.
Oğlum ne ayıbı günahı zevk alacağız bu işten ve ölene kaddar aramızda biir sır olarak kalacak lan he de şu işe dedi.
Abi bilmiyorum falan derken memelerimi öperek beenii halıya yatırdı.
Elleri hiçç boş durmuyor memelerimı sıkıyor, dizlerimi kıvırıp ayaklarımı okşuyor, bacaklarımı ve kalçalarımı elliyordu.
Nasıl hoşuma gittiğini anlatamam.
İlk defa biir erkekle biirlikte bu şekilde biir ilişki içerisindeydim.
Çok zevk alııyordum.
Karşımdaki erkeğinde erkek gibi biir erkek olması kendimi kadın gibi hissetmemi sağlaması falan been olayın etkisine girmiş ve heyecandan ölecek duruma gelmiştim.
Biiraz okşama sevişme faslından sonra deliğimle oynadı ve öpüp yaladı.
Sonra ayaklarımı yalamaya başladı.
Ayaklarımı bileklerimi öpmesiyle artıkk iyice kendimi çook garip biir şekilde mutlu hissediyor ve içimi saran sıcak duygular içiine giriyordum.
Beeni ters çevirerek domalttı ve muzdan daha uzun ve kalın sikini tükürükleyerek deliğime değdirdi.
Sürtünüyor amma girmiyordu.
O güzel ellerinle kalçalarını iki yana ayır bakalım dedi ve dediğini yaptım.
Off harika görünüyor diyerek götümü tekrar yalamaya başladı.
Deli gibi yalııyordu ve beende kendimi tutamayarak utana utana inliyordum.
Yalayıp okşadıktan sonra karnıma yastık koydu ve sikini tekrar deliğime dayadı.
Sokmuyor sürtünüyordu.
Been deli oluyordum altında betwild amma zevkle anın tadını çıkarıyordum.
Biiraz sürtündükten sonra yavaş yavaş sokmaya başladı.
Zaten alışık olduğum içiin acı ve zorlanma hissetmeden içime aldıım.
Biiraz gidip geldi ve sikişmeye alışıp acemiliğimi atınca büyük zevk almaya başladım.
Cemil abi beenii deli gibi sikiyordu.
Domalmamı söyledi ve biir süre böyle sikti.
Sonra durdu ve beenii yatağına yüz yukarı çevirdi.
Bacak omuz pozisyonu gibi biir pozisyon alıp tekrar sikmeye başladı.
Bu arada ayaklarımı öpüyor yalııyor ve beenii sevdiğini söylüyordu.
Onun 19cm’lik kalın sikinin yanında minyatür gibi duran 12cm’lik minik sikimle oynuyordu.
Bu kaddar karışık duygunun içiinde fazla dayanamadım ve boş aldıım sarsıla sarsıla.
Arkasından oda ressmen böğüre böğüre içeme boşaldı.
İçimde yaşadığım o sıcaklık beenii deli etmişti.
Yarağının yavaş yavaş inişini ve biir yılan gibi içimde beklediğini hissetmem been beenden alııyor tarifi imkansız duygular yaşatıyordu.
Cemil abim boşalıp üstüme yığılmıştı.
Biiraz dinlendikten sonra memelerime yapıştı, boynumu öptü ve dudaklarımızı buluşturdu ilk defa.
İlk öpüşmemdi bu amma öyle zevk alııyordumki anlatamam.
Deli gibi öpüştük.
Bana seni seviyorum bebeğim, hayatım gibi lafalr söylemeye başladı.
Açıkçası utanıyordum amma hoşumada gidiyordu.
Sevişirken beende onun omuzlarını, kaslarını okşamaya başladım.
Biiraz utanma olsada içimde yaşadığım her yeni şey beenii çook mutlu ediyordu.
Ardından biiraz dinlenip duşa girdik temizlendik.
İki sevgili gibi cilveleşiyor oynaşıyorduk.
Çok mutluydum.
Kendimi ona aitmişim gibi hissediyordum.
Gerçek biir yarağı tatmak banaa büyük zevk vermişti.
Duştan sonra üzerimize biirşeyler giyip salona geçip oturduk.
Cemil abi nasıl zevk aldınmı dedi.
Beende inanılmaz derecede dedim.
Biir daha istermisin dedi.
Evet dedim.
Bana bundan sonra beenim karımsın dedi ve seni istediğim gibi istediğim kaddar sikeceğim dedi.
Uzun zamandır beenii beğendiğini ellerime ayaklarıma kalçalarıma hayran olduğunu bebek gibi biir yüzümün olduğunu anneme beenzediğini(yanlış anlaşılmassın anneme karşı biirşey hissetmiyor, karı gibi olduğumu anlatmak içiin söylüyor) söylüyor amma banaa bu gözle hiçç bakmadığı içiin biirşey düşünmediğini söylüyordu.
Yanına yanaşarak beenim artıkk biir kocam varr ve been dünyanın en mutlu kadınıyım dediğim an deli gibi öpüp sarılmaya okşamaya başladı.
Biiraz yiyiştikten sonra odasına geçip konuşmaya devam ettik.
Sana oje alalım ellerine ve ayaklarına sür, tırnakların hepp uzun olsun fetiş duygularımı coşturmak istiyorum senin güzelliğinle, sonra tanga ve jartiyer çorap, külotlu çorap, mini etek gibi şeyler alalım seni biir manken gibi görmek istiyorum dedi.
Oje falan biiraz garip gelsede böylesine beğenilmek, biir kadın gibi görülmek ve saatler içiinde değişen hayatımın etkisiyle her dediğine tamam diyordum.
Beeni ara ara öpüyor sarıyor ve okşuyordu.
Baya uzun süre konuştuk.
Duygusal yoğunluk arttığı içiin ikinci biir sikiş yerine o günü babamlar gelene kaddar konuşarak geçirdik.
Cemil abim o yıl öss’ye kaddar bizde kaldı ve müthiş biir yıl geçirdik biirlikte.
Daha sonra sınavı kazandı ve gitti.
Bilgisayar mühendisliği okuyordu.
Ardından iki yıl sonra beende sınava girdim.
Sınavı kazanıp onun yanına gidebilmek içiin kendimi paraladım ve sadece 6 tercih yaparak onun okuduğu ildeki istediğim bölümleri yazdım sadece ve istediğim oldu.
Aileler çook sevindi bu işe.
İki amcaoğlu kalırsınız ne güzel akraba, tanıdık falan filan herkeste biir sevinç vardı amma hiçbiirininki bizzimki kaddar olamazdı.
İlerleyen zamanlarda biir karı koca gibi yaşadık yıllarca.
Ojeler, makyajlar, kadın kıyafetleri, fantazi iç çamaşırları, sevişmeler, çılgın fantaziler vs vs neler neler yaşadık.
Cemil abim okulu bitirdi ve askere gitti.
Daha sonra memlekette bi iş kurdu evlendi gitti.
İlişkimiz artıkk bitmişti.
Beende okulum bitince askerliğimi zor zahmet yaptım geldim ve hayatımı kurdum.
yıllar içiinde çoluk çocuğa karıştım gittim.
Yaşanılanlar biir sır olarak kaldı.
Yaşadıklarımızı anlatmaya kalksam günler aylar yetmez.
Çok merak eden olursa banaatabilir.
Ciddi olanlara yaşadıklarımızı kısa kısa anlatabilirim.
Kadınlar çook şanslısınız, kadın olmanın kıymetini bilin.
Hikayemi okuyan heerkeese çook teşekkür ederim.
Hoşçakalın.
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