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“Mm. Your brother’s home.”

“Yeah, probably.”

I threw my keys onto the table and peeked into the living room. My twin sister was sitting with her friend Ngonidzashe on the couch. Aura was nearly lying on her side, her knees folded and nearly falling off the edge of the couch. ‘Zashe had her heels on the edge, on the opposite side form Aura’s. I said hello and went into the kitchen to make some tea. I listened to them talk as if I couldn’t hear them.

“You know, your brother’s hot.” She spoke in soft tones, but I could still hear.

“Oh shush now.”

“What, I can’t tell you your brother looks good?”

“No… I know he is. That’s why you can’t talk about it.”

“Oh, wow. I understand. Did you ever…do anything?”

“No, not…recently, I mean, not since we were kids.”

I made my way—loudly—back toward the room they were in. ‘Zashe had a big grin on her face, and Aura, she just looked up at me, and then away. As her face fell, a smile crossed her lips.

“What’d you two do today?”

Zashe answered. “Oh, nothing, nothing at all. We got stoned on this couch at around 9:30 this morning, and we haven’t moved since.” Her skin was the color of bitter chocolate. The two of them were fucking gorgeous—thin, with big eyes…both had smallish breasts, and neither of them wore bras, or even clothes that hid them. I could see the shoulder strap on ‘Zashe’s sun dress slip from her shoulder as she shifted, and Aura’s loose red satin top fell away just above her left nipple.

“Are you stoned now?”

“No…What’d you do today?”

“I went downtown and took pictures. Shit, my water’s boiling.” I turned out and went back to the kitchen, my ears perked.

It’s true, my sister and I haven’t done anything sexually since we were small, but I never forgot her—I’ve never been able to. How many nights I wished I could kiss her, how many days did I jerk off, thinking of her face, or her body. Every time we touched, I felt it was charged with sexual energy.

“Have you ever seen him naked?”

“Of course I have. We live together.”

“Well how does he look?”

Silence. That made me nervous.

“C’mon, tell me. How’s he built?”

“Good, he’s built…great.”

“Have you seen his cock?”

“…yeah.”

“And how is it? Is it big?”

“I don’t know… Maybe you should find out for yerself, if yr so damn interested.”

I couldn’t hear any response.

I put the tea into the pot and poured the water in slowly. I smiled to myself. I wouldn’t turn ‘Zashe away. I decided I would sit with them.

“You mind if I sit with you?”

Aura looked up, an uncomfortable smile still on her face, and then looked back down. Zashe scooched over and made room on the couch. She patted the cushion between them. I set the teapot on the coffee table and sat down. ‘Zashe’s warm, dark shoulder pressed against mine. I felt electricity run through me as Aura’s arm brushed mine.

As we made conversation, ‘Zashe kept touching me. When she accented a statement, or laughed at a joke I’d made, she patted my leg—higher on my thigh than was…polite. My cock started reaching down my pant leg, I guess to be touched by her. Aura played with her ponytail and—I noticed—didn’t touch my leg.

At one moment, ‘Zashe’s hand stayed on my thigh, just around the middle. I felt my cock growing anew, until the head was lightly touching the meat of her palm. I sat there wondering if she felt it, if she knew. If she did, she hid it well…if she didn’t, she did a good job of pretending she did and hid it well. Suddenly she began to stand, and as she did, her hand slipped up just a little bit, and brushed along most of the length of my cock, but before I realized what had happened, she was out the door and in the kitchen. I pulled the fabric of my pants away from my cock and turned to Aura.

“How you doing?”

“I’m fine. I had fun today.” Her eyes were pointed away, toward my knee, I allowed myself the luxury of peeking down her shirt. Her breasts were so perfect.

I heard the toilet flush and I rearranged my gaze. I looked up just as Ngonidzashe eased through the door. I regarded her.

“That’s a nice dress. It looks good on you.”

“Yeah, you like it? Thanks. ‘S comfortable as hell.” She leaned in the doorway for a moment, playing with the hem of her sundress.

“Yeah, the color, the cut, I like it a lot.”

She grinned a huge grin and said, “Thanks.” Her grin slipped to a smirk in a moment so quick, and then she flipped the hem up, so fast, but I caught it. She lifted it to about her belly button, showing us her bare pubic hair, which was cleanly shaven to a trim rectangle. The next second she was on the couch again, sitting next to me, her warm dark shoulder touching mine.

We talked for some time, until the moon was high and the sun a distant memory. Wine had appeared, which we drank, and then we were drunk. Conversation got sloppy, and I swear ‘Zashe got ribald, but I may have been simply drunk, and simply imagining—or hoping. Her hand did rest that night on my leg, and my cock did nudge poker oyna it with spurts of growth, but the music became louder as the darkness cloaked our sight, the sounds may have distorted her senses.

In any case, slowly we tired. Aura, whose quiet ways often overtook her, slipped further and further from the conversation, whence ‘Zashe and I also quieted. Aura’s head laid on my shoulder as she slowly fell asleep. In a quiet moment, after a joke, ‘Zashe turned to me, her eyes bright but her breathing slow, and kissed me. I turned my face and kissed her back, with the same softness. Her lips were so tender, so free. She leaned further toward me and I felt her hand rise on my thigh. She felt my cock with a start—for it was quite hard by then—and then massaged it softly. My right hand was immobilized, as Aura’s head rested on that shoulder, so with my left I reached for ‘Zashe’s thigh. I reached up to her groin, with a little discomfort, and slid my hand over the mound between her legs, whose facts and figures I closed my eyes and remembered, from that glorious moment when she had flipped up her dress.

When she felt this, she eased herself around and over me, careful not to disturb Aura, whose quiet breath played against my collar. ‘Zashe reached down the front of my pants and pulled my cock upright and then pressed her body against me. Her tongue found its way deep into my mouth, and her crotch rubbed intently against my swollen cock. My hand found her sides, and unconsciously raised her dress. I groped and grabbed at her flesh, her breasts, her sides, her thighs. She broke her kiss away and regarded me. She looked at Aura and something came across her face, which I didn’t recognize. I felt again Aura’s breath.

‘Zashe eased off of my and got down on her knees before me. Her hands felt my cock, and then undid my pants, and pulled them off. She smiled broadly at me and then slowly, she kissed me, then slowly her mouth opened, and I found myself in her mouth, and then deeper—Somewhere inside me, where I was still thinking about things, I was amazed that she was able to take me entirely into her mouth. Her throat tightened and loosened as her tongue reached out to lick at the base of my cock. And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it stopped. She rose again and put her lips to mine, and then started rubbing her bare crotch against my cock. I would feel how wet she was. With the end of each stroke, she risked impaling herself on me. Smacking sounds filled the air as the music died, and then, as it began again, she buried my cock in her cunt.

Her vagina was incredible. It was tight, but very wet—I could feel every vein in my cock rubbing her insides. I remember wondering—strangely—if Aura was really asleep. Her breath seemed to move in sequence with our slow thrusts. I held Zashe’s breasts as she pumped me, her hands on the sides of my chest.

She turned her face from the ceiling to mine, a thin smile on her face. A low moan slipped from her, as she glanced over at my sister…the moan became a closed-mouth squeal, and she nearly melted atop me, her face pressed into my neck. Her lips sucked at me there, until I felt a firm breath escape her. Her body began to move again, dragging herself along my thick cock…slowly at first, then faster and faster, until my entire body tensed. “I’m gonna—”

She replied by continuing, though her voice said, “Do it.” A thick shot of come escaped me, the orgasm shooting up my spine like it never had before.

As I came to, my whole body was tense. I felt Aura’s head against my shoulder, her breath easing in and out. I slowly relaxed, and, thankfully, she did not stir. Zashe looked at me, as exhausted as I was. She looked over at Aura and strange smile spread across her face.

I woke the next morning late, and slowly. The sun shone in my bedroom window. I laid there quietly, listening to the sounds of the morning. Aura was up, in the kitchen, quietly rummaging around for breakfast. I vaguely remembered hearing ‘Zashe leave earlier, and now, with the silence emerging from the kitchen, I suspected she had.

The teakettle whistled and some bustling happened. I kept my eyes closed at smiled at the ease of the morning. It had been a year since Aura and I had gotten this apartment together. Our parents were at that time eight months gone

I wasn’t sure, but I thought I heard Aura coming into my room. I slowly opened my eyes.

She was indeed there, in her bathrobe. As she saw my eyes open, she said, “Oh, you are awake. I just wanted to borrow a record.”

“Which one?”

“That Appendix Out 7″ with the song about maps.”

“Ein Grauerstar sumthhinerother. Put it on here, if you want. That’s a great song to wake up to.”

She did so. The soft turning and vibrations of the song filled the morning air. She smiled and flopped down on my bed, saying, “You know what time it is?”

“No…”

“8:30.”

I believed it, but was surprised to find myself feeling rested. I said nothing.

“I love being awake this early.” She was grinning. She laid her body out on my bed, her chin on my canlı poker oyna chest, one arm along it. I felt my dick, which was not erect, but nonetheless in one of its larger states: it was nervously close to her side. I didn’t allow it to make me uncomfortable.

We listened in silence to the short song. She turned her head to the side, her ear pressed to my heart. As the song closed itself, she rose and put on a full length album by the same band. When she returned her body to mine, she laid on her side, her left arm propping her head, her right leg slightly over mine. Her right hand drifted over my chest. The album played on. A few songs into it, my penis quite present to me, rising and falling with the nuances of her breath, she spoke.

“Part of me is actually looking forward to winter…but I guess it’s because it’s only September.” As she spoke, of this singularly wintry music, her excitement shifted her body—most specifically—noticeably—her right leg rose to press on my cock. Perhaps her silence, and her next remark were unconnected to this…possibly not. She looked at her leg and said, “Do you remember when we were kids? All the stuff we used to do?”

“Of course I do. I remember everything. Or, a lot.”

“Sometimes I think you forgot.” Her hand was no longer casually resting on my chest; now it had purpose, I realized, as she wrapped her fingers along my side. “You were the first guy I ever loved.”

“You too, sis.”

“No, I mean that.”

“Me too.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Possibly as confirmation of this, I felt my penis hardening. Possibly she felt this, and knew it. But something, something distant to me, made her pull away. She bolted up and left the room. Over her shoulder she told me she was going to take a shower.

I got up and put a bathrobe on. I made some coffee, and ate some cereal. As the coffee steeped in the press, there was a knock on the door. I closed my robe, tightly, double-knotted it, and opened the door. It was Zashe.

“Hey, come on in.”

“Thanks…Where’s Aura?”

“She’s in the shower.”

“Would you mind getting her? Just tell her I’m here?”

“Um, you…she’d probably be more comfortable if you did.”

“No, I don’t think so. Tell her. I’ll wait in the living room.”

So I went to the door and knocked. What with the noise of the shower, however, I could not understand her response. I opened the door and said her name again.

“I can’t hear you. Come in.”

I went in.

The room was foggy, but the shower curtain was still very transparent. I tried to pretend I was looking away while I watched her wash. Her long, thin limbs were covered in lather; her hair was half-wet; her crotch was neatly trimmed and the hair dark brown. “Zashe’s here. She wanted me to come in here and tell you that.”

“That fucking freak. She’s such a mixer!”

“What?”

“Nothing. Tell her…nevermind. I’ll be out in a minute. Do you—”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Do you mind if I went pee? I didn’t want to bother you before, but now that I’m—”

“Sure, no, go ahead.”

I pulled out my dick, which was engorged somewhat by how much I needed to pee. Something—well, I know exactly what it was—made me show it to her, or, make it visible to her, in its impressive state. I can’t know whether she looked, but I like to imagine she did. As I finished, she asked me, “Would you…would you mind washing my back?”

“No…”

She turned her back to me, hiding from me what I had just been looking at. She handed the soap back to me. I soaped up my hands and softly scrubbed her shoulders, her back, and, with some timidity, the top of her ass. I continued on, however, when she was thoroughly clean, massaging her shoulders and then the rest of her back.

“Oh, that feels great. You have such good hands.” I finished, and handed the soap to her. She turned slightly to take it, and I could see the side of one high, dark nipple.

“Thanks.”

I tried to think of something else to say, or do, but, there was nothing. So I left and sat with Zashe for a little while, chatting, every now and then noticing looks on her faces…but we did not speak of the night before. When Aura came out, she went with Zashe into her room. I remained where I was for a moment, then followed and peeking through the crack in the door. Aura was still wearing the towel, and Zashe was standing beside her, speaking softly, as the two of them looked at themselves in the mirror. Zashe lifted her sundress over her head and threw it on the bed, leaving her nude. Her deep brown skin shone dimly in the morning light. She turned slightly toward Aura and tugged playfully at her towel, until it fell to the floor. My dick was rock hard. Zashe reached over and put her hand on Aura’s stomach, and stroked upwards, to fondle her breasts. Aura turned toward her and took Zashe’s hips in her hands. Their faces leaned toward one another’s and they both smiled. Their lips touched. Aura’s hands found Zashe’s breasts, and Zashe’s were creeping down to Aura’s crotch. Suddenly their mouths were wide open and their internet casino tongues were poking one another’s cheeks out.

Zashe pushed her against the wall, and fell to her knees. Aura started moaning—and loudly—as Zashe’s tongue slipped up and down Aura’s slit. Her hands groped Zashe’s shoulders and head, as well as her own body…curling around her breasts and cupping her ass. She came quickly and loudly, then quickly again, loudly again.

She pulled Zashe’s face up to her own and kissed her softly, hugging her hips close. Then she pushed her back down, and onto the floor. Aura crawled over her, kissing her face, then her neck and breasts, then her stomach, and then she buried her face in Zashe’s crotch. Zashe’s face lurched up, facing the door—and the crack in the door, but her eyes were shut tightly. She writhed on the floor, her hands on her breasts, squeezing, pulsing. She opened her eyes and looked up at the door. Then she saw my eye.

I didn’t move, I knew Zashe wouldn’t say anything…or, not yet. But her eyes didn’t leave mine, even as she came, which she did almost as loudly as Aura, her eyes were locked even harder on my single, visible eye.

After they had a few more orgasms, my penis shatteringly hard and poking out through the leg of my boxers, Zashe sat up, pulled Aura’s face to hers, and they kissed. I noticed Zashe turned their faces so I could see this fully. I was thankful.

Aura curled up next to Zashe on the floor, and the two began to rest, speaking softly again. I watched this for a little while, then left them alone.

I went to the bathroom, dropping my boxers in the hallway, feeling hot in this moment of exhibitionism. My hard dick bobbed and swayed as I moved toward the shower and turned it on. I faced the door with silly bravery and walked fully toward it, and shut it slowly. I hopped in the shower.

It took extreme presence of mind to keep my hands off my cock, but I knew that if I working things right, I could have sex with Zashe again, and I wanted to make sure I was fresh for that. I imagined her body, her incredible breasts and her dark stomach and groin, permitting myself a couple of moments of jerking off.

As I finished, my penis pointed downward finally, I thought I heard the door open. I knew it could only be Zashe, so I bravely refrained from hiding myself. I heard footsteps approach, so I was not surprised when the shower door opened suddenly…but I was surprised to see both of them there.

They were both wearing towels, and had large glasses of water in their hands…their mouths were full, and suddenly, they were spitting mouthfuls of water on me, laughing. I jumped back, but did not turn. They stood, giggling, glancing from each other to me, and my body… After a few moments of silence, Zashe reached out and touched my groin with her index finger. She let it run down my pubic hair, and then along my cock. She dropped her towel and stepped past me into the shower. She pressed her body against my back and wrapped her arms around my stomach. Her chin rested playfully on my shoulder.

Aura glanced down at my cock and bit her lip, her smile fading. A worried look crossed her face. “I’d better leave you two alone…” She suddenly looked at Zashe, over my shoulder. I felt Zashe’s face jerk a little, expressing something. Aura just chewed on her lip some, and left.

“Did that embarrass you?” There was a smile in her voice. But she didn’t give me a chance to answer…her hands slid wetly down my stomach, over my pubic hair, and along my lengthening cock. I remember the feeling of her breasts, pressed flat against my back, her heavy breath in my ear. Her fingers glided gently up and down my cock.

“It’s ok. That’s why I did it.” She pulled away and turned me toward her. I took her sides in my hands and pulled her close. She grabbed my cock with both hands and jerked me slowly.

“You’ve got a great cock. I’ve seen a lot of them in my day, black, white, pink, beige, brown, tan, but I’ve only seen one as beautiful as yours.” She squatted down and stared directly at my cock. Her wide lips opened before my head. Her long tongue licked—never before had I felt such softness.

“Whose was that?” I asked.

“My brother’s.” With that she took my entire cock into her mouth. Her tongue caressed and followed my cock along the root, her hands groping my balls, thighs, and stomach.

Just as I was about to come, she pulled back and jerked my cock slowly with her hand. “I can’t let you come alone, cutey.” She stood up. I was still so close that I grabbed her, hard, and pulled her in, kissing her deeply, my cock humping her firm, black stomach. “God, Adrian, I love the way you touch me. Fuck me. Fuck me now, from behind.”

I turned her around. I pushed her shoulder forward while pulling back on her hips. She buckled quickly, willingly, reaching an arm out to press against the wall of the shower. I dropped to my knees and licked her lips in wide, sloppy swipes, dipping my tongue into her cunt, and up, dipping into her asshole as well. When neither of us could stand it any longer, I got up and slid my cock down her ass crack until it met her sweet, soft lips. I eased myself in, just to the head, and held there, my hands slowly reaching around her hips, until I had her sharp hipbones in my hands…

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Around two weeks had passed since the breakup. Sydney had been pulled out of bed by Amanda, who’d decided to treat her to a relaxing day out on the water, followed by a night of Fourth of July fireworks. The two women laid out on deck chairs, sunbathing on the deck of Amanda’s yacht. Sydney was wearing a skimpy yellow two-piece, matching her blonde hair. Amanda, similarly was wearing an equally skimpy aquamarine two-piece that matched her recently dyed bantu knots.

Amanda turned onto her side and looked at Sydney with concern.

“You OK?” she asked. “You’ve barely talked since you got here.”

Sydney sighed and turned over to look at her friend.

“Truth is Amanda, I still think about what happened. It hurts like hell and… And I don’t know if it’ll ever stop.” she whimpered. Sydney started to sniffle a bit. Amanda got up and kneeled down to meet Sydney’s gaze.

“Hey, hey,” she said, wiping a small tear off her friend’s face. “Let’s get off that subject huh? C’mon, we got a home theater in the cabin below. I got one of those French flicks you like.”

The two women made their way down a small staircase to a tiny red cabin. There sat a couch and a small flatscreen atop a cabinet containing some DVDs. Sydney opened the cabinet and went through what Amanda had. Couple of popcorn flicks, a few Miyazaki movies and…

“Jacques Demy’s Lady Oscar?!” Sydney exclaimed. “I didn’t know you had this!”

Amanda chuckled.

“Sydney, you know me. How long have I been reading manga?”

“Good point. C’mon, let’s put it on, this is one of the few Demy films I haven’t seen!”

The two women cozied up on the couch, letting the subtle glow of the television wash over them. Midway through the movie, Amanda looked over at Sydney, who was more relaxed than she’d seen her in days. Amanda subtly curled up a bit to Sydney, letting her friend rest her head on her shoulder and enjoying the closeness. The film ran for about two hours, by which point it was mid-afternoon, still too early for the fireworks to start. Amanda looked over, and saw that Sydney was peacefully resting on her shoulder. She continued enjoying the feeling of Sydney’s skin on her own… until her shoulder started getting numb. She shook her friend lightly.

“Sydneyyyy… hey, Syd.”

Sydney shook her head and rubbed her eyes.

“Mmm… Sorry about that. I slept badly last night.”

Amanda giggled.

“Hope you liked the movie. I mean, whatever you were awake for.”

The two got up and stretched a bit.

“C’mon then, I got an idea. You mighta fallen asleep, but we still got an hour before the fireworks. You wanna go swimming?”

“Might as well,” said Sydney “I mean we’re dressed for it.”

The two made their way out to the lower levels of the boat, where they could jump into the water below, then swam just outside the yacht.

“Whew… poker oyna man, I tell ya, the heat was killing me. The water feels great.” said Amanda.

“Well you know what’s a great way to get cooler?” asked Sydney. She splashed her friend from behind.

“Oh! Ha ha, Sydney!” Amanda chortled, splashing back. The two women hurled small waves at each other for the better part of twenty minutes, laughing the whole time.

“Hey, race you to the other end of the boat!” said Amanda, getting a head start.

“Oh no fair!” said Sydney, trailing behind her. The two swam as quickly as possible to the other end of the boat, then darted off to get back. Midway back, Sydney let out a loud yell of pain. Amanda stopped and turned around.

“Sydney? What’s wrong?”

“Cramp! Ow ow ow ow, cramp!” she said. Amanda swam over and put Sydney’s arm over her shoulder.

“C’mere. You’re lucky you got a friend who’s good with her hands!”

Amanda swam back to the boat and helped Sydney get back on board.

“Alright lay down a sec. I can make the pain at least lessen. Point me to where it hurt.s” Amanda said. Sydney gently laid down on her back, and Amanda picked up Sydney’s right foot. She gently rubbed against it. Sydney bit her lower lip a little. She could do without the cramp, but this situation otherwise couldn’t be better. She hadn’t been touched in weeks, let alone massaged. Her back subtly arched. She couldn’t help being just a bit turned on at the fact that a woman with an hourglass body in a two-piece was doing this.

“How’s that feel?” Amanda asked.

“Extraordinary.” Sydney sighed quietly.

“What?”

“G-Good! I feel a lot better!”

She was nervous about the idea of showing Amanda any kind of sexual affection. She’d only been single for two weeks, and that gave her enough anxiety about the matter, never mind that this was her best friend.

“Try moving it a little.” Amanda said. Sydney moved her foot around just a bit, and as if by magic Amanda had managed to completely get rid of the pain.

“Oh wow! Jeez Amanda, you’ve got magic fingers!”

“Pfft yeah, tell that to my ex.”

“Hey, hey! Weren’t you the one who wanted to avoid that kinda talk? C’mon, how long until the fireworks show starts?”

“Oh! Oh shit, probably in the next couple minutes or so! C’mon let’s get to the deck!”

The two women made their way back up to the deck.

“Hold up,” Amanda said, rushing away briefly, then coming back with a pair of drinks. “You still like amaretto?”

“Do I ever!” said Sydney. Amanda handed her friend a scotch glass with amaretto and cola, while she had a glass of vanilla vodka and club soda. The first firework of the night, a radiant green burst, hit the sky. The two leaned on the railing of the yacht and looked on, letting the awe of the show capture them.

“Y’know,” Amanda canlı poker oyna said. “Wasn’t it a Fourth of July show where you and I first hung out?”

“Yeah. That was a fun night.”

Amanda moved slightly closer, gently placing her hand over Sydney’s.

“And where you and I had that long gaze into each other’s eyes?” Sydney turned her head to Amanda.

“Y-yeah. And I leaned in… just a bit…”

Amanda leaned towards her, keeping her gaze locked with Sydney.

“But… you’re so beautiful. You’re exquisite-” Sydney began.

Amanda placed a finger over her lips, then closed her eyes.

“Do whatever you think feels right.” she said.

Amanda moved her finger, and then Sydney closed the gap between their lips with a soft kiss.

“Would you like another?” Amanda asked playfully.

Sydney closed the gap again, and, a bit nervously, began a tango with Amanda’s tongue. The flavors of cherry and vanilla from their drinks played off one-another. Sydney got lost in the kiss. Everything was just so right in this moment. The taste of vanilla on Amanda’s mouth, the soft embrace of her lips, the fireworks acting as a symphony of passion.

Amanda briefly broke the kiss and whispered into Sydney’s ear: “Could I touch you?”

“Go ahead.”

Amanda’s left hand grabbed Sydney’s ass, while Sydney herself sent her tongue up Amanda’s neck before grabbing another wet kiss.

“P-please tell me you have a bedroom on this thing.” Sydney moaned, moving her lips downward to kiss Amanda’s neck.

“F-follow me” she said. The two tossed their drinks into the water and set the glasses down haphazardly on the deck. Neither of them cared, this was a moment that both of them had wanted for such a long time. Amanda lead Sydney to a bedroom on the upper deck of the yacht. The whole room was a deep red. They both got undressed, and Amanda laid down on the bed, spread her legs, and held her arms out, saying softly, “Come here.”

Sydney crawled into bed, and started sucking on Amanda’s pretty tits, teasing her friend with her tongue. She continued downwards, running her hand down Amanda’s toned stomach. She was so beautiful. Sydney almost wanted to pinch herself, because this couldn’t be real. She continued to move downward, running her lips and tongue up Amanda’s right thigh, as she inserted a finger into her pussy.

“You have no idea how I’ve longed for this.” Sydney said.

“Ohh… Oh God, yes. Yes I do. That feels good, Syd. Gimme more.”

Sydney took her finger out, licked it, then doubled Amanda’s delight, gently moving her digits inside of her new lover. She could see Amanda squirm just a bit, and she felt honored, especially given that she hadn’t been with a girl in forever.

“Ahh! Ahh, God! Eat me out! Please, Sydney, eat me out!” Amanda cried. Sydney took her fingers out, licked them clean, internet casino then started sucking Amanda’s clit. Amanda wrapped her thighs around Sydney’s head in ecstasy, and Sydney responded by running her hands up and down them. She switched her tongue’s attention to Amanda’s pussy more generally, savoring every millimeter of skin she tasted.

“Do you like it, Syd? Do you like how my pussy tastes?” Amanda moaned. Sydney responded by returning her attention to Amanda’s clit. She was perfect. Amanda arched her back and grabbed the bed sheets. She started to moan louder and louder.

“Oh fuck… oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I’m gonna cum. Oh fuck Sydney I’m cumming!.” Sydney kept working her tongue and gripped Amanda’s perfect thighs more tightly. More than anything in the world she wanted this moment. Amanda climaxed, and Sydney diligently cleaned every part of her lover’s pussy. Amanda relaxed her thighs and laid flat again on the bed.

“Kiss me. Please. Please kiss me.” Amanda moaned. Sydney crawled up next to her and did just that. The two ran their hands across each other’s bodies, swapping spit and moaning. Amanda broke the kiss and stared passionately into Sydney’s eyes.

“OK. Now it’s my turn. Wait here a sec.”

She got up and went over to a dresser right beside the bed. She opened the top drawer, and pulled out a strap-on. Sydney bit her lower lip in anticipation. Amanda crawled back into bed, gave Sydney a soft kiss, then proceeded to suck on her petite breasts.

“You’re so pretty, Syd.” she said. Sydney blushed. Hearing someone as ravishing as Amanda say that was almost too much. Amanda positioned herself over Sydney, then gently inserted the strap-on inside her. She slowly moved herself inside, keeping eye contact with Sydney.

“Move faster,” Sydney said. “I know how athletic you are.”

Amanda started thrusting her hips much more rapidly. She put everything she had into it, wanting nothing but the best for Sydney. Sydney reached up and grasped Amanda’s back, gently pulling her in so that they were chest to chest, relishing the feeling of Amanda’s ample chest on her own more petite frame. Amanda continued fucking her, even as Sydney dug into her back and wrapped her legs around her body. She could hear Sydney cuss quietly between moans, and her lover’s ecstasy only made her work harder.

“A-Amanda… I’m… I’m gonna…”

She didn’t even finish the sentence before crying out in sheer joy, tightening her grip as a wave of pure pleasure washed over her whole being. For the next couple of minutes they laid there panting, chest to chest, hand in hand, with Amanda’s head resting on Sydney’s right shoulder. Finally, Amanda rolled on to her back, then to her side.

“I love you.” Sydney said.

“I’ve always loved you,” Amanda said back. “You’re the sweetest, most supportive, most beautiful person I’ve ever known. And I hate that it took me this long to admit it.”

They kissed again.

“Well then…” said Sydney “Why don’t we keep celebrating this moment?”

They spent the rest of the night making extremely passionate love.

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This story is entirely fictional. The names of those present has been changed for protection.

Every year my aunty Delilah would take my brother, my sister and I to her place individually for our birthdays into the city. Every year it was something new, except for me. My brother always looked for the social scene: bars, clubs, malls etc. My sister always looked for scientific/educational things to do: the zoo, the science center, provincial museum etc. They also went to get their nails done and other girl things.

But for me, it was different. I was into flying so we would always go to the airport and I would get to fly a small airplane around the city with one of the school’s teachers. Every year was the same thing. I enjoyed it, but what I really wanted I knew I couldn’t have. I matured much faster than most of the other boys and found interest in girls sooner too. I found that older women were more attractive than my classmates through much of high school. I would always imagine going to aunties house and finally asking her if we could have sex. But this dream was far fetched because I was under age. It was always a really good fantasy of mine. But one year this would change.

It was a few weeks after my eighteenth birthday when I went to the city on the train to spend the weekend with my aunt. She couldn’t afford the flying this year so she had other things planned.

Since I turned 18 I always had a condom in my wallet just in case. I made sure it was there as I was so confident it would happen this year that I even bought an extra in case I lost the first.

I boarded the train for the city and arrived about two hours later. There she was. She was beautiful this year. She died her hair brown to see what it looked like as it was usually blonde. She weighed about 165 lbs. maybe and had the perfect hourglass shape. Her breasts were smaller than usual but her ass was a little bit bigger than average. I didn’t mind at all. She was wearing a tank top with a denim skirt that cut off just above her knees.

“Hey,” she said when I got off of the escalator and hugged her.

“Hey aunty Delilah,” I said back to her.

“How was the train?” She asked releasing me and leading me to the subway.

“It was good, took longer than I thought,” I said letting her get in front of me so I could watch her ass sway back and forth. I also got a good look at her silky smooth legs.

“What do you want to do today?” She asked as we boarded the subway.

“Well I’m very hungry so we should take care of that first,” I said then started to think, “Can we go to JR records? I have a feeling they have some new Aerosmith stuff there.”

She nodded, “Sure. I heard of this great bar on the waterfront. Do you want to go there later tonight? Or do you just want to get a few movies and order pizza?”

“Aunty, you know me. I hate the social scene. Pizza and a movie sounds good,” I replied. I was sitting but noticed there was nowhere else for her to sit. I stood up and said, “Aunty you can have my seat.” After a bit of the back and forth of, “No,” and ,”I insist,” she eventually sat down.

She stood up when we arrived at our stop and we got off. We walked down the street to her apartment building and went inside. Once we reached her apartment we went in and I dropped my bag on a chair. I said, “hi,” to the cats then we were on our way again.

The music store was on the same street so we walked a few blocks then I opened the door for her. She walked in and I followed immediately going to the Rock/Pop section of the store to check for some Aerosmith, Beatles, John Lennon and Grand Funk Railroad albums. Then I went to the basement to check for any Aerosmith LP’s that the store might have so I could hang it on my wall back at home.

“You ready to go,” she said looking bored.

“Yeah I got what I wanted,” I said going to the front line

“What did you grab?” She asked as we got closer to the till

“Fly Away From Here the single by Aerosmith, Yellow Submarine by the Beatles and the single for We’re An American Band by the Grand Funk Railroad,” I said flipping through the cds showing my aunt.

“Cool, but don’t you have all of Aerosmith’s albums by now?” She asked not believing that I picked up the cd.

“Like I said, it’s a single.” I said mockingly. She gave me a friendly shove at the comment then we poker oyna reached the counter.

After paying the clerk I held the door open for her then left. She then said, “You know you don’t have to act like a gentleman on my account.”

“You haven’t had a boyfriend in so long even though you are so beautiful. It does matter,” I said trying not to blush at the blunt comment.

She looked at me and smiled, “Thank you. You are so sweet you know that? I can’t believe you haven’t had girlfriend in so long either.”

I smiled back at her, “I’m waiting for the right gal.” I then winked at her. She smiled as if heeding my comment, “Don’t worry. I’m sure she is closer than you think.”

She gave me a hug from the side and kissed my cheek. I could feel my dick stirring in my pants at that. I tried to figure out if she was coming onto me or just being friendly.

We reached the subway to take it to the main mall which was several stories tall in the center of the city. We went in and she asked me, “Can I get your opinion on an outfit I want to buy?”

I couldn’t resist, “Sure.” She led me to the victories secret outlet in the store then picked out some black underwear and a bra. She put them on then told me to come in and tell me what I thought of them.

When I got in I got an almost instant erection. The bra fit perfectly and was very sex. The panties were sexy too, but not enough. “Maybe a different pair of panties. And for goodness sake, get a different colour than black. She frowned then sent me out.

She came out fully dressed and brought me around the store and asked, “What kind of panties should I get?”

I almost collapsed at the question. I walked around until I found the thongs. I picked up a white one that I though looked nice. I gave it to her saying, “You should… you know… show what you got.”

She laughed at the awkward comment then grabbed a white bra and walked into the change room. Once again she called me in, “Jim, do you want to judge this one?”

Again I got an instant erection. The white made her features appear much bigger than they actually were. “Well what do you think,” She turned around and showed me her ass. She then bent over to pick something up.

“That is so sexy,” I managed to finally mumble out.

She giggled then told me to come close and take a better look. I knew she was teasing me now. I got close and she told me to check how the thong was fitting around her thighs and ass. I looked down and lost my mind. She was even more sexy in this practically naked state.

I put my hands on her thighs and moved them along her body along with the panties main elastic. I then followed the panties down her ass and under to her asshole and pussy. She moaned when I was over her pussy and coming up towards the front of the panties.

“Looks good to me aunty,” I said in a soft voice.

“Just say Delilah. I don’t want anyone to hear then get weirded out,” She said adjusting the panties, “How does the bra look?”

“Damn sexy Delilah,” I said mulling over her chest.

She giggled, “I like it when you talk like that,” she said.

“Like what?” I asked confused.

“Like this,” she said imitating my voice, “Now get out of here and I’ll buy this underwear. Just for you Jim.”

I bowed then left. I sat on the bench outside trying not to think about what I just saw and heard. I didn’t want to get an erection in a mall. I’ll whack-off in the bed that she makes me tonight I thought.

She came out and we continued walking. She leaned up and kissed me on the cheek, “Thank you for being honest. I’m not good at choosing good clothing.”

“You’ve done fine up until now,” I said to her.

She kissed me again, “You are so sweet.” She took my hand and we walked to the video store to grab some movies to watch.

I picked an older movie, Canadian Bacon, which I was told was funny but never got to watch it. She picked out another movie then we continued walking.

We passed a sex store. She then stopped and we turned around. We went in, the first time I had gone inside on of these stores since turning 18. She went to check out dildohs which again gave me an erection. I checked out the magazines. She came over to me and asked me about a dildo.

“Jesus Delilah, I don’t know anything about that shit. Buy what you want to,” I yelled softly. It was awkward canlı poker oyna enough in there without her asking me if that was a good dildo.

She shrugged and walked away. I grabbed a magazine and walked up to the front of the store to buy it. Aunty came up behind me and looked at the magazine I selected. It was a magazine with mostly pictures of lesbians making out naked, “Mmm, I think it’s so hot when two girls kiss”. I blushed at that thinking of my aunt kissing another girl.

I bought the magazine when the clerk said, “You’ve got quite a catch there kid. Don’t her get away.” I smirked at him and waited for my aunt at the door.

She came over and again I held the door open letting her go out first, “Sorry about asking you about the dildo. I bought it, see?”

“I can see that aunty,” I said not looking at her. We walked back to her place. It was already five pm so she ordered the pizza. For half an hour I played with the cats while she did work stuff.

The pizza finally came and we put Top Gun in and watched. We ate pizza until we were full. Throughout the movie we got closer and closer to each other until we were finally beside each other.

I stood up and took her plate to the sink. I returned and sat down next to her. After about half an hour she rested her head on my shoulder. I swung my arm over her putting it on her side out of reflex. She moved in closer to me. She was all snuggled in when the movie began getting exciting.

After another half an hour I noticed that she wasn’t moving. I looked down at her and she was sleeping. Interesting, I thought, someone as energetic and fun as my aunty had fallen asleep during a good movie. I didn’t think too much of it and just let her lay there.

When the movie was finished I looked down to wake her up so we could change the movies. She was staring back at me. She then sat up without taking her eyes off of mine. She then leaned closer and our lips locked together. We closed our eyes as saliva and flavor exploded in our mouths. I stuck my tong into her mouth and pulled her closer to myself. I could feel my dick getting harder and bigger.

Holy shit I’m making out with her. I think I should ask her was all I could think during this ecstasy that we were sharing.

She pulled back then looked into my eyes and said in a sexy voice , “I’ve wanted that for a long time now.”

“Aunty… I want to fuck you,” I said due to a lack of better words.

“Me too Jimmy. Do you have protection? Just imagine what your parents would say if they found out,” She asked.

I leaned over the couch and reached for my wallet. I pulled out a condom and showed it to her. “Good. But you’ll need more,” she said leaning in for another kiss.

She put her hand on my thigh and started caressing it. I felt around her back for her bra clip and thumbed it to release the hold.

She moved her hand up to my groin then began stroking it on top of the clothing. She backed away from me pulling off her shirt then removing her bra. I reached out and caressed her breasts as she continued rubbing my cock.

She eventually opened the fly of my pants and pulled my dick out. “It’s so big Jimmy,” she said as she started stroking it.

Holy shit this feels soo good I thought as I stuck my hand under her skirt and began rubbing her panties overtop of her pussy.

I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled away then removed my clothing. She did the same. I sat back down on the couch. She continued stroking me as I stuck two fingers into her pussy.

“Oohh Jimmy,” she moaned collapsing on the couch next to me.

I knew she enjoyed it so I stuck a third in and she let out a louder moan. She was stroking me slower now as she couldn’t handle herself.

“I want to make your head spin,” She said getting off of the couch. She knelt in front of me then opened her mouth.

Her lips slowly lowered down my pipe until they hit the base. Then she went back up, then back down again. Over and over.

“Shit aunty,” I said putting my hand on her head, “That feels so goddamn good.”

She kept going until I felt something coming up in my cock, “Aunty I’m going to come.

I removed my hand but Delilah didn’t remove her mouth from around my shaft and I let out a huge explosion of cum into her mouth. She gulped then giggled, “You taste really good.”

I liked it internet casino when she talked dirty to me, “Aunty that felt really good.” She stood up then laid on the couch next to me.

“Show me how it felt,” She said spreading her legs showing me her pussy.

I needed time to recharge so I knelt on the couch then moved my head to her pussy. She was really wet so she said, “I need a really good cleaning. Can you do that for me?”

I nodded then put my head onto her pussy and shoved my tong in. She let out a moan as I swirled around inside her pussy taking in all the juices. She taste really good, like peaches and something else, couldn’t put my finger on it.

She came quickly after words and sat up. We kissed again then she said, “I’m throbbing for you Jimmy, go in. Fuck me… please.”

Her dirty talk turned me on so much. I put a condom on then she laid back down on the couch. She spread her legs and I lined myself up. I teased first, just putting me dickhead into her vagina. She moaned and said, “Please… please put it in, don’t tease me.

I pulled away then lined up again. I pushed slowly into her pussy. It was so warm and tight inside. I almost came right then and there, but I didn’t. My dick wanted more and didn’t want to ruin it.

I pushed all the way in and we both let out a moan, hers was louder then mine however.

“Yes, Jimmy, fuck me. Fuck your Aunty Delilah,” She said putting her arms behind her head showing off her breasts in plain view.

I pumped in and out. The feeling was amazing. I put a hand on one of her breasts and thrust harder and harder each time.

“Yes, fuck… oohh… god yes… fffff fuck,” She moaned over and over as I continued fucking her.

I took her silky smooth legs and put them on my shoulders and leaned over her body. It made it so damn tight in he pussy. We looked right into each others eyes and came at the same time.

I fell back and pulled out. She sat up panting and took the condom off. “You are amazing Jimmy,” she said before sucking me clean.

After she thought I was all cleaned up she looked at me, “That was very bad.”

“I thought it was great aunty,” I said kissing her.

“No, no. It WAS great,” she said, “And that’s the problem. I’m an aunt, and I just fucked the life out of my nephew. What will God say?”

I rolled my eyes, “He’ll understand.”

We kissed again then she got up. I pulled her back onto my lap. She turned around and smiled back at me, “Ready already?”

I nodded then grabbed the extra condom from my wallet. “You’re a very bad boy,” she said lying on the couch next to me.

I shook my head, “Aunty get on all fours on the floor.”

Aunty giggled and did as I asked. I put the condom on then stood behind her. I knelt down and put my hands on her love handles. I aimed my cock and inserted it into her pussy.

There was the same explosion of feeling and emotion as I began thrusting in and out of her. I leaned over her as she began moaning. I reached around and grabbed her breasts lightly squeezing them.

“Oh yeah… fuck me… harder… harder Jimmy harder… there you go… oooh fuck yes,” she moaned as we fucked.

She laid her face on the ground and held her revealing her asshole. I stopped fucking her for a moment, “Aunty… may I give you-“

She thought for a moment then said, “fuck my ass baby.”

I pulled out of her pussy then pushed on her asshole. She said, “Wait. I have some lotion that’ll make it slip better. Hang on baby.”

I moaned and she kissed me, “Just hang on.” I sat the strocking my dick waiting for her to come back.

When she did she had a thing of sex lotion in her hand. She put some on my shaft then stroked it to spread the lotion out evenly.

She then got back into the same position as before and I lined up probing her ass. I then slowly began inserting my dick inch by inch.

“Owe, that hurts, fuck owe,” She aid holding me to make sure I didn’t go to fast.

When it was finally in all the way I began pulling back. I said, “I must be very lucky aunty. I get to fuck your awesome ass.”

She laughed sensually and began moaning, “Yeah that feels good… oooo… keep going Jimmy.”

I started going faster and faster until I was going a good pace. It felt so good and it was so damn tight. After a few minutes I exploded into her. There was more there than the first time. I rolled off of her and laid next to her. She laid on me and stroked my cock.

“I hope this won’t be the last time we do this Jimmy,” she said.

I just blushed, what a dream come true.

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Lukas opened his eyes begrudgingly and stared languidly up at the night sky. Tate’s warm body lay beside him, close and comforting in the chill spring air. He supposed he should be thankful that Tate still deigned to sleep beside him, especially when every gesture and word that came out of his mouth seemed to scream hostility. Lukas tried to push away the sudden bitterness he felt and concentrated on the stars glittering high above them. It isn’t his fault, he told himself for what felt like the hundredth time, it’s amazing that he has come as far as he has. But the resentment he felt still clawed at his belly, it still made him wonder what he had gotten himself into.

He contained a weary sigh and tried to clear his mind, but as always everything seemed to lead back to Tate. Life had been so much simpler before he came. There was no animosity between Lukas and his brother, the troupe was certainly safer and Lukas could sleep at night without having to worry that the person he went to bed with might not be there when he woke up. But I love him, he thought, almost resentfully, and the implications left him sick and tired because he knew with a painful clarity that the love he felt would never be returned. He knew it the moment Tate had met his eyes after he had proclaimed his feelings, as he lay there raw and vulnerable, hoping for anything other than the sardonic smile and arched eyebrow that had been directed at him. “You don’t love me, Lukas.” He had said, cold and as hard as ice. “You can’t love me. You don’t even know me.”

And he had realised, after he had gotten over the initial shock and heartache, that he really didn’t know his Shantran, not one damned little bit. With some work he had managed to tease Tate’s name from him but even that had been an ordeal of constant reassurances and pledges of trust. He had no idea if his friend was learned, what sort of household he had been born into, whether he was a fighter, a servant or the unwanted beget of some nobleman, as Lukas’s father had always suspected. All he really knew about Tate was that his friend was frightened and confused and terribly, terribly angry.

The tinker propped his head on his hand as he studied the younger mans slumbering form. His Shantran really was breathtakingly lovely, even more so when he was sleeping and the constant turmoil that often seemed to plague his waking hours was locked away in slumber. His face was smooth and calm and achingly beautiful. Lukas looked down at his full mouth and felt an almost overwhelming need to kiss him. “God’s help me.” He said softly, feeling that painful and familiar ache in his chest.

Whenever they were alone Robert called Tate a whore. He said the only reason the half-blood even suffered Lukas’s ministrations was because he needed protection and food. He said that Tate was a trickster and a vagabond. He said Tate hated Lukas as he hated all of them. He called Lukas was a fool for loving him.

And lady and lord above help him but Lukas was starting to believe his brother. He didn’t act on his feelings because he didn’t want to be considered the spurned lover simply because Tate had reacted so coldly towards him but as the days wore on, and Tate became more withdrawn and cruel, Lukas couldn’t help but wonder if his Shantran was desperately trying to repair some of the damage he had caused by encouraging Lukas’s advances. It wasn’t helping that their tribe still hadn’t caught up with them despite the fact that they were moving at a snail’s pace. All of them were worried; Lukas couldn’t understand what was taking them so long. He began to worry that the youths in the city had brought trouble down on the entire camp, but that made no sense. Without the three of them there to be indentified there was no way the city guards could blame their troupe for anything. They may have been horribly unfair but they did have to follow some laws. Tate looked up at him suddenly, his golden eyes wide and thoughtful as he lay beside him. They gazed at one another for a long time until Lukas could bare it no more. He closed his eyes and rested his head on Tate’s breast. The gentle rise and fall of his Shantran’s chest was a painful comfort. Lukas half expected to be pushed away when he felt a gentle hand rest on his forehead and gently caress his hair back from his forehead. It was a small thing, almost too small to note but for him it was enough, because fool that he was, he loved him. ****************************************************************************** Tanis surveyed the new group of tinkers with a critical eye. The trio of idiot boys had described Tate’s description perfectly and the city guards had confirmed it. The southerners stood beside him, scaring the life out of the city folk. Behind them the tinkers were crying and calling out, demanding to know what they had done to be treated so terribly.

Tate was not with them. The half-blood had clearly run off after the incident with the city boys. It didn’t exactly surprise Tanis, poker oyna after all it was in keeping with his nature to run away at the first hint of trouble, it was an annoyance though. He had hoped to find the half-breed that afternoon so he might present him to his brother within the week. The delay wasn’t going to help his brothers temper, which meant Tanis’s position was precarious at best. He knew he was barely a stone’s throw away from being discreetly disposed of. He didn’t want to die, not because some foolish bastard had driven his brother half insane with lust.

He made his way to the cadges and stared from one face to another. They were not a large troupe; there was only one male among them over the age of seventeen. Tanis stopped their leader, he must have seen over fifty summers but he was still an impressive size with a bulk that did not consist solely of fat. His ice blue eyes stared accusingly back at Tanis, silently demanding to know why his people had been put into cadges. “I’m looking for a man.” Tanis said, speaking common for the other mans benefit even though he wasn’t entirely fluent. “He would speak with an accent similar to mine. He is small and lightly built with brown hair and yellow eyed. His name is Tate. Has he travelled with you?”

The old man lifted his chin and set his jaw stubbornly. Tanis raised his eyebrows and was surprised when the tinker copied his expression. “Come now,” he said reasonably. “He isn’t here now is he? There isn’t any point in trying to help him anymore. Just look at the trouble he’s already got you into. Tell me where he went and I’ll do everything I can to make sure you and your tribe remain safe.”

The old man just continued to stare at him. Tanis suddenly felt a little desperate. When Christian caught up with them and met the proud old man he would do anything to gain the information he wanted. Tanis didn’t want to think what those monstrosities might entail. He could see the little girl sobbing against her mother’s chest and the handsome youth stood wide eyed behind his father. Christian would hurt them for resisting him, he would kill them, and Tanis was chillingly confident that his brother would enjoy it.

“Please,” He said softly. His eyes flickered back to the young man seated stiffly beside his father. “Think about your family.”

Those ice blue eyes bored into him. “Believe me my lord, I am.” Robert made a grab for Tate but the smaller man jumped nimbly out of his grasp. He retreated back, putting as much distance as possible between them. Lukas tried not to let his own fury show, he had known the confrontation was going to happen eventually but he had hoped the others would have caught up with them so he could rely on his father for some support. He didn’t relish the notion of fighting Robert.

“Something’s happened and it’s all your damned fault!” Robert bellowed at Tate. “If they’ve been hurt I’ll personally see to it that your skinned alive!”

“Stop it Robert!” Lukas yelled, inserting himself firmly between the two men. “Think about what you’re saying to him. By the god’s man, what is wrong with you? Father taught us better than this.”

“And where is father, Lukas? He should have been here days ago and yet we’ve seen no sign of him! Something’s happened to him, to all of them and it’s his fault! I tell you it was a mistake taking him in the first place.”

“But we did and he’s here and he’s a part of my life.” Lukas reached out for his brother but Robert pushed him angrily away. “Why are you acting this way? Why do you hate him so much?”

“Why?” Robert suddenly hissed, “Why? Why in the hell do you think? Lady and lord above Lukas are you really so damned selfish? What, you think you’re the only one to ever find love? I was in love once Lukas, or don’t you remember Alia?” He pointed hatefully at Tate over Lukas’s shoulder; he wasn’t talking to his brother anymore. “She was beautiful, young and so stupidly innocent! She said she loved me. She said she would marry me. Do you know what happened, you little sneak, she went out to bathe whilst the rest of us made camp. Some of your kind stumbled across her. Seems I wasn’t the only one to find her beautiful.” Tears washed down his little brothers cheeks but the hate and malice remained as he struggled to push Lukas aside and reach Tate’s frozen form. “They destroyed her, utterly and totally! The healer said she wouldn’t ever have a baby! I think that’s what finally broke her; I think that what made her drive the dagger into her own chest!” he let out a bellow of hate and rage and pain. “That’s all your kind is good for! You’re murderers one and all. Or didn’t you think I knew what you are, where you’re from? Don’t think for an instant that I don’t know who you are, Tate!”

His Shantran stumbled back as though he had been struck. His great golden eyes turned accusingly on Lukas and the emotions within them took his breath away. “No, Please, I didn’t. Shantran please, I didn’t tell him. I didn’t tell anyone. canlı poker oyna I kept my word to you, I swear it.”

“That’s all that matters to you, isn’t Lukas. You need to keep you’re whore happy!” Robert’s voice took on a tone of pleading as he caught Lukas’s arms. “I want him gone Lukas. It hurts too much to look at him. Please just send him away. He doesn’t love you.”

Tate kept retreating back, he turned around suddenly and he started running and even though Lukas went after him he knew that he would never catch him. Tate was lightening on legs. He yelled uselessly after him but Tate soon vanished from his sight.

“He doesn’t love you Lukas.” Robert screamed desperately as Lukas kept running helplessly after Tate. “Let him go! We need to find our family.”

But Lukas couldn’t let him go, not yet. ******************************************************* “I can follow him, my lord.” The tracker said confidentially as he bowed before Tanis. He stood back up and grinned, looking very much like a wolf. “From what I’ve gathered they left by the eastern gates. They would be travelling slowly, waiting for their tribe. They might have even turned back around. I could very well stumble into them.” “You know the half-blood isn’t to be harmed.” Tanis said sternly. “Nor any of his companions unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

“Of course my lord, but just so we’re clear it’s only the bastard that needs to be brought back alive?”

Tanis felt a wave of misgiving as he looked back at the tracker. “That’s correct.”

“He’s un-bloodied isn’t he?”

“He is, but so far he’s managed to avoid us all. Do not underestimate him tracker.”

“I never do my lord.” He grinned his wolf grin again and vaulted up onto the saddle of his horse. “He can’t be more than a few days ahead of us. Once I have him I’ll double back and meet you on the road to Calardor. Does that please you my lord?”

“Just see to it that you bring him back. Do that and you can name your prize.”

“Music to my ears my lord.” He turned the horse around and kicked her off into a gallop. “Look for me my lord. I’ll not fail you.”

“God’s help me,” Tanis whispered very quietly. As much as he wanted to find the half-blood and end the insanity he couldn’t help but wonder over the baron’s son’s fate. He was about to invite the young man into the hell of Christian’s clutches. A part of him, a very small part, hoped they never found Tate. But it’s his life or mine, he thought despairingly, and he wouldn’t have been any sort of man if he put the life of a stranger before his own.

But what sort of man hands the lives of innocents into the clutches of a vicious and quite possible mad man?

******************************************************************************

Someone was following him and he was pretty damned sure that it wasn’t Lukas. Tate stopped very still and tried to let the outside noise wash over him. Whoever his tracker was he was very close and he was doing a damned good job of concealing his footsteps.

He was half tempted to turn back on himself but he couldn’t risk leading his stalker back to Lukas. Not after everything else he had already done to him.

He closed his eyes briefly before he started forward again. He knew that whatever was about to happen would make things much worse but he was at a loss for what he could do to try and avoid it. A part of him wanted to fall into a fit of despair and just crumple. He bowed his head briefly and kept going. Giving up was not an option, not ever. He would keep fighting just as his father had always taught him.

Let them come. *************************************************************************** Lukas reached out and caught his little brother’s arm. Robert glared accusingly back at him but he refused to be cowed by the other man, nothing would be gained from rushing three scores of soldiers. He bowed his head slightly and tried to sink further into the out growing shrubs. He could just make out the still figure of his father, his arms enveloping Lukas’s youngest brothers. He couldn’t see his mother or sisters.

“This is the half-blood’s fault.” Robert snapped at him, quietly thankfully enough.

Lukas was about to argue with him when he caught sight of the crest on the soldiers’ chests. It was the symbols warn by the northern kings second born. He knew it well having visited the high city many times in his life.

As he sat still and examined the young man Tate’s words suddenly came back to him with a painful clarity. He had said a powerful man was looking for him, surely he didn’t mean the young prince? The boy had barely passed adolescence. Lukas looked at him a moment longer and then everything seemed to click into place. He felt stupid for not thinking of it sooner. He remembered the night his Shantran had had a nightmare. Tate had screamed out a name with such dread and loathing that Lukas had mentioned it to him afterwards. His friend had reacted internet casino venomously, threatening to leave him. Lukas had not pushed the subject of the mysterious pursuer after Tate had reluctantly offered Lukas his name, but the tinker had not forgotten. Tate had called his hunter crazed; he said he was consumed with need because he had been denied something for the first time in his life. The name he had screamed out had been Christian. So it wasn’t Tanis that hounded the half-blood but his elder brother, the crowned prince.

“Lady and Lord above.” He groaned.

“What is it?” Robert asked worriedly. “You’ve gone as pale as a sheet. What’s wrong?”

“Oh god’s Robert! We have to free them! There, see the young one in armour? It’s prince Tanis.”

Robert looked to where he was pointing, his mouth slightly agape. “What in the five hells is he doing here? What concern is a tinker’s caravan to a prince?”

“It isn’t us he’s looking for.” Lukas said very quietly.

Robert didn’t need to say anything to him, his look said it all.

Tate stopped walking and tried to listen. It was difficult with his blood pounding in his ears but he reckoned he could hear the faint fall of footsteps. His eyes searched frantically for any signs of pursuit but the woods were too dense to see very far in any direction. “You sense me boy?” a voice asked mockingly from Tate’s right. The half-blood spun around, his heart hammering painfully in his chest as he tried to look everywhere at once. He waited tensely until the voice rang out again, this time from behind him. “You’re wise to fear me Tate. You angered a very powerful man not so long ago. You know who I mean.”

Fear caught in his chest, making it difficult to breathe. “How do you know my name?” he demanded raggedly. “Who are you?”

Laughter, cruel and full of maliciousness surrounded him. “You have no blade half-blood, not even a dagger. Did the baron not teach you better? Or perhaps living among the filthy scavengers had further weakened your already lacking skills”

“Who are you?” Tate repeated, hating the fear he could hear in his own voice. “Damn you, what do you want? Show yourself!”

And he did, stepping out from the shadows with a wicked looking dagger in one hand and a broadsword strapped to his back. His pale golden hair and light milky skin named him a northern man even though his accent had already given him away. Their eyes locked briefly before Tate turned and ran. He could hear the footfalls behind him now; his stalker wasn’t making any attempt to disguise his pursuit anymore. Tate was a very fast runner; he might have been able to outrun the other man if an expectedly thrown dagger hadn’t pierced his calf. His leg crumpled beneath him as he let out a muffled grunt of pain.

He turned around quickly and yanked the dagger out of his leg. He managed to stand up but he couldn’t apply any pressure of his left calf. His attacker was smiling at him, laughing no doubt at his apparent weakness. Tate could feel the hot wet stickiness of his own blood running down his leg. He felt a wave of foreboding but he pushed it away and raised the blade defensively.

“Are you planning to use that on me boy?” his attacker asked in mock amazement. “Perhaps you wish to claim your first blood?” he pulled the daggers twin from his side and spun it in one hand. “Drop it now; else I’ll stick your other leg as well.”

Tate spit at him. He flinched as the dagger flew past his head, allowing his attacker the opportunity the wrestle the blade from his hands. Tate struggled but the other man was much stronger than him. He felt a hand clamp onto his jaw and had to stand almost on his tiptoes as his face was turned up for inspection. “Pretty enough I suppose.” The other man grunted thoughtfully. “But not of my liking. Still the prince should be well pleased.” So saying he thrust Tate away from him. The half-blood fell heavily onto his back, the collision momentarily knocking the air from his lungs. He struggled to breathe as his attacker ripped a strip of cloth from his cloak and wrapped it tightly around Tate’s injured leg. “He won’t be pleased by the scar though.” He said softly, apparently to himself. His hand clamped onto Tate’s shoulder as he hoisted the smaller man into a sitting position. “I passed your little gypsy friends on my way here. They were talking about you, talking about how you had run off. It’s lucky for them that you did. Otherwise I might have had to kill them.” When he grinned Tate couldn’t help but liken him to a wolf. He had the same savage, unruly glean in his eyes. Close up his hair and beard were scraggy and miss kept. He was tall but wiry and lithe. “You’re a fast little shit aren’t you boy. You nearly lost me a few times. How long did you know I was following you?”

Tate spit at him. He expected a blow to the face but the other man gripped his injured calf and applied tight pressure. Tate threw himself backwards and tried to scream but he couldn’t find enough breath to make any noise. The other man just held on more tightly. Tate tried to pry his fingers away but the tracker just smiled at him. “Stop it!” Tate gasped, expelling his breathe in a ragged gasp. “Stop!”

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It seems funny now but at the time I was just confusing. I thought something as simple as a massage could cause so much angst, and yet so much pleasure.

I had been thinking of getting a massage all month. Work had been exceedingly stressful and I knew my shoulders and neck was just one big knot. I found myself not even being able to relax at night when going to sleep. My shoulders would be hunched up around my neck and no matter how I tossed and turned the tension never seemed to let go. I would wake only partially rested, still feeling the tension of the previous day right between my shoulder blades. Yes, a massage was just what the doctor would have ordered if I had consulted one.

So, I did what I thought would be the most logical thing, got online and began researching massage therapists in my area. The internet is a wonderful thing, but sometimes the results from a search are overwhelming. These seemed to be a glut of massage parlors in our town, and each one promised tranquility and serenity and most featured “Lovely Asian Girls”.

Well, I don’t consider myself naïve, and I know most of those places are what people commonly call “rub-n-tug” parlors. In other words, you get a mediocre massage followed by a negotiated “happy ending” for an extra fee. Since I was interested in the real deal, in terms of massage that is, I turned to a site featuring all male massage providers. I wanted someone who had experience and looked strong enough to deliver the kind of deep tissue work my knots needed.

I browsed through dozens of listening, many of which were obviously selling the stunning looks of the masseur rather than the quality of the service. That eventually brought me to a nice looking guy with a beard smiling next to a massage table. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and loose fitting white shorts and his hand was resting on the table. He was relaxed in the kind of casual pose that exudes self-confidence and there was that smile.

After reading through his credentials and experience, he was well trained and had been doing this for years, I found reviews of his service. Almost all were 4 or 5 stars and the reviewers were very complimentary of his ability to get their tension out with his strength and skills. It was a snap decision, but Matt, as he was named on the site, looked like just the guy to make me relax.

I texted him, since the ad said that was the quickest way to get a response. I suppose if he was in a session the message would not disturb his work and afterward he could return my text. It took about an hour for him to text me back and soon I had set up an appointment for the following afternoon. My muscles were already anticipating the experience.

By Saturday afternoon I was absolutely ready to feel Matt’s strong hands work all the tension from my neck and shoulders His studio was located at the back of a small strip center, just a door with the word “Studio” on it. I was about 5 minutes early and entered the door to the reception area, actually a very small anti-room with a couple of chairs and a small table with a few Health and Fitness magazines on it. There was no receptionist, just a door bell on the wall next to the interior door. Not knowing what to do next, I just pressed the button and hear a gentle chime somewhere behind the wall.

In a few seconds, the door opened and Matt and I were face to face. His pictures didn’t do him justice. He was about an inch taller than me and filled out his white T-shit with broad shoulders and a chest that looked like he had just worked out.

“You must be Kurt,” his voice resonated in his large frame.

“I must.” I said with a chuckle.

“You are right on time.” He ushered me through the door and motioned to a room off the small hallway.

“If you will go in here, undress to your comfort level, I’ll be with you in a moment. There are hangers on the door for your clothes. Just lie face down on the table. You can cover yourself with a towel if you wish, but I think you will find things go much smoother without it.”

As I walked into the room he turned to give me privacy as I undressed. As he left I couldn’t help looking at his broad shoulders and well proportioned legs, clearly visible beneath the abbreviated gym shorts he was wearing. I found myself still staring at the spot where his buttocks would have been had he not closed the door.

In just a few seconds I took off all my clothes, hung them up, folded my socks and briefs and laid them atop my boots in the corner. Then I climbed onto the table and nestled my face in the round cushion the extended beyond the edge of the padded table. As I let out a long deep breath I heard a light knock at the door.

“You ready?”

“Very,” I signed, already poker oyna letting the tension flow out of me.

I heard him enter and close the door. He was busying himself preparing as he asked me a few questions.

“So are there any physical problems I need to know about, health issues, sore spots?”

I spoke thorough the hole in the pad as I faced the floor, “not health issues, just a bit overweight and so tense I feel like I have rocks in my shoulders.”

“Well I can’t do anything about the weight, but I can remove the weight you are carrying in these.” His palms gently pressed on my shoulders. I felt the warmth and strength of his big hands as he felt around gently for the knots that were bothering me.

As he did I noticed he had removed his shoes. I could see his feet through the hole in the headrest. And his muscular hairy legs were a pleasant sight.

“Well, you just relax and let me take care of everything. I think I can find all the problem areas.”

I heard him pump some massage oil into his palms and the sound of him rubbing them together to warm the oil before gently placing his hands back on my shoulders. The he slowly began moving then in matching circles moving outward until he was rubbing across both shoulder blades and my upper arms.

Once again I let out a sigh.

“That’s good, exhale and let all that tension flow out”, he said. His deep voice almost hypnotic as he worked my shoulders gradually increasing the pressure and focusing on the knots he found. His hands were amazing, and his intuition was perfect at discovering the exact points where the tension was balled up in my muscles.

He moved to the center of my back and stepped to one side of the table. As he worked his way down my spine he would pause and press firmly on the knots he found, encouraging me to exhale as he did. I actually felt some of the knots just collapse under his pressure. It was intense but so nice to have his strong hands releasing the tension.

I hadn’t noticed it before, but there was soft new-age music playing in the room. As he worked my back the ambient tones helped emphasize the mood and I was soon adrift in pleasurable sensations.

When he reached the top of my buttocks, his hands moved from one cheek to the other, kneading them like dough and making the muscles of my butt release the tension that had built up. It felt wonderful and incredibly erotic at the same time.

“Is this good for you, Kurt?” he asked.

I just mumbled something affirmative and got lost in his strong hands on my ass.

He concentrated on one cheek using both hands to knead and stroke the skin. I was enjoying the feeling as his fingers drifted to the crack of my ass with each stroke. His fingers dug in and massaged my ass cheek occasionally brushing against my balls. Then he moved to the other side of the table, never loosing contact with my body. As he moved around the head of the table, he leaned over me and rubbed his arms along my back all the way down to my butt. As he did I felt the warmth of his skin and the hairs on his chest brush my back. He had removed his shirt sometime during the massage and I hadn’t noticed.

The warmth of his body and the contact with his broad hairy chest gave me a momentary shiver. Not from cold, but from raw unadulterated sensuality. I let out an involuntary moan as he pulled back and moved to the other side of the table.

Soon he was massaging the other ass cheek like the first but this time he stood closer to the table. His fingers were deliberately moving up and down my ass crack with each stroke and I moved my ass up to meet each one. That’s when something warm and heavy brushed my arm. As he bent over the table I distinctly felt his balls rub against my forearm. As he move further down the side of the massage table they were soon resting in my upturned palm. I didn’t know whether to respond to them or not, until his rigid shaft pressed into my side. My fingers caressed his big balls almost as a reflex.

By now my cock was erect and pressing upward between the table and my stomach. As my hips involuntarily move up and down to meet his slippery finders, my cock was rubbing up and down the sheets beneath me. I was moaning with each stroke and starting to breathe a bit faster.

Sensing my arousal his hands moved off my ass and onto my legs. My breathing returned to normal but my cock remained erect and pressed up onto my abdomen.

Now, he applied more oil to his palms and started at my ankles working carefully and expertly up my calves. There he applied some well placed pressure and found even more knots.

“Is that too hard?” he asked.

“Oh no,” I moaned, “feels good.”

In just a few minutes he had loosened my calves canlı poker oyna and was moving up my thighs. He spread my legs as he pressed into the muscles of my thighs. His hands rubbed around the thigh moving from front to back and working upward. With each stroke he spread my legs a little more.

I felt the table creak a bit and I realized he had climbed onto it between my outstretched legs. His hands moved together up the thighs and onto my buttocks, pressing them forward and apart and them moving back. It was a gentle rocking motion as he pressed forward into me and the pulled back. With each stroke, his fingers ran between my thighs and my torso, stroking around my balls and then up my ass. My body responded by arching my ass upward to meet his motions.

After about three or four of the long strokes he pushed further beneath me and ran his fingers over my hard cock. Then he gently moved my dick beneath me and pointed it downward between my legs. Now with each stroke his finger ran the length of it before sliding up my ass and lingering at my hole. I felt his oily finger circle it and press in slightly before moving on. My ass responded by moving to meet his fingers and quivering as he teased my hole.

Finally he pulled his hands back to my thighs and the slid them forward all the way up my buttocks to my back and laid the full length of his body atop me. I felt his large frame press into me, his hands extending to mine and taking then in a firm grip, his legs aligning with mine and his very formidable cock slide right between my legs and nudge my balls. Then he exhaled one long breath and almost involuntarily so did I.

He whispered into my ear, “feeling good so far?”

I whimpered what I hoped he would interpret as a “yes”.

We lay like that for a few minutes breathing together and experiencing the full contact of our bodies. Then he kissed my neck and slowly pulled himself back to a kneeling position between my legs. His hands left me as he climbed down and he spoke quietly, “roll over on your back and move down a little”.

I did, sliding down the table a little so my head was no longer on the pad. He came around the table and removed it and as he did I got a good look at him. My erect cock must have twitched as I took in his big frame and lightly fur covered muscles, and that smile.

Looking down at me he said, “Now, just close your eyes and enjoy.

Reluctantly, I did as he continued. First he placed his hands on my chest, and waited for my breathing to slow into a steady pace. Then he began working on my pecks, gradually kneading and stroking them as his hands traveled to my sides and back to my pecks. I felt his thumbs deliberately graze my nipples with each pass, and it added to the already aroused state I was in. I was awash in pleasurable sensations as he moved to my abdomen. Leaning over me I felt his hard cock slide past my cheek, and his balls rest against me. His hand gently kneaded the abdomen, with much lighter pressure than before and I turned to face his stiff member that was lying against my cheek.

My breath must have felt warm on it to him, and I knew he felt my lips as the parted and my tongue lapped at the wrinkled skin of his sizable balls. He adjusted himself to allow me easier access, and soon I was sucking first one and then the other into my mouth.

By now he was on the table again, his knees straddling my head as he moved down toward my erect cock. I felt the consuming warmth of his mouth as he sucked my dick into his beautiful lips, and I too no time in returning the favor. His stiff dick was not too long but very big in girth. Still I managed to take it fully into my mouth and nurse it as he sucked mine.

My hands moved to his tight muscled ass and pulled him into my mouth, swallowing his fat cock as deep as I could. I loved the feeling of his balls on my face and the warm musk of then in my nose. My fingers grasped his ass and caressed the tight muscles. My fingers explored his crack and found his moist, tight hole.

He was busy sucking my throbbing dick, his talented hands massaging my balls and exploring the crack of my ass. I was lost in the erotic intensity of the moment, thinking of nothing but devouring his thick cock and taking in the scent of his manhood.

As I felt it leave my lips I feel sure I pouted. But I let my breathing return to normal as he moved off the table.

“You know the massage ended ten minutes ago?”

“Oh?”

“This part is about just you and me.”

His strong hands grasped my legs and pulled me further down the table until my butt was aligned with the edge. His fingers were moist with something much more slippery than the oil as they began massaging my asshole in earnest. internet casino

“This is lube,” he said. “I guess you know what that’s for?”

My voice was filled with lust as I replied, “hell yes!”

I looked down and watched him work on my ass. I held my legs up and spread them wide in anticipation as I saw him rip a condom packet open with his teeth. He rolled the sheath on his thick cock and coated it with more lube all the while rubbing and exploring my hole.

Then his hands grasped my thighs and pushed them forward. I felt the head of his cock against my asshole and then he slowly eased it into me. There was no resistance as it pushed past my sphincter where he stopped while my asshole adjusted to the width of his dick. I know I was moaning but I have no idea if I actually spoke.

“Is that pressure deep enough for you?” He was grinning with that smile again.

“Not deep enough,” I replied. “Fuck me!”

He chuckled and thrust his fat dick into my ass. The feeling was amazing being filled with his hot cock!

I swear I could feel the veins of his hard shaft as it slid in and out of my ass. The pressure inside me felt good as the head of his cock nudged my prostate on each thrust.

“Oh fuck that is good.”

He growled back, “damn right, you got a nice tight asshole.”

It didn’t feel tight to me, it felt full and good, so good that my cock wasn’t even part of the equation. I know I was stroking it, but for now, it was only semi-hard. Everything was about my ass, and it was great!

His thrusts got faster, and I could hear him moaning as he fucked me. I knew he was getting close to ejaculation and I wanted it to last forever.

Then he pulled his cock from my hole, and stripped the condom off. In two steps he was at the side of the table his throbbing cock pointing at my face.

“You want it?”

I opened my mouth in response.

He stroked his cock a few more times and then held it firm pointing it at my mouth. His head went back and he grimaced then moaned. Suddenly, hot cum shot from his dick into my mouth and across my face. I greedily sucked his spewing cock into my mouth as spurt after spurt of his warm cum filled me.

The taste was electrifying. I savored it before swallowing all I could. My tongue swirling around the throbbing head, getting all I could.

“Oh damn”, he said as he collapsed over me, my mouth still firmly clamped on his dick. We lay there panting together, still buzzing with the erotic energy.

I didn’t want to let it go, but eventually he pulled it from my hungry lips.

“Looks like you are still loaded”, he said looking down at my hard cock clasped firmly in my fist.

“Guess I am,” I said, “I was so concentrated on your beautiful dick I forgot myself.”

“Well, that won’t do.”

Smiling he moved back to the end of the table. He leaned down and put his hot tongue against my balls, slowly licking upward to my shaft. As his tongue reached the head he lapped the precum that was flowing out the slit.

“Mmmm, tasty!”

Then he took my cock in his mouth and began giving me the kind of blow job you only see in porn. He was amazing! Taking my dick deep into his throat and squeezing it with swallowing motions.

I thrashed on the table as he kept sucking my cock, while his hand massaged my balls.

“Fuck I am gonna cum,” I growled.

“Good,” he mumbled, “That was the idea.”

Then he went back down on my shaft and I felt the sensation building deep inside me. I felt a pulsing beneath my balls as my ass clenched. I thrust up into his mouth and felt my cock throb as cum rushed through it.

“Fuck yes!” I shouted.

My dick shot wave after wave of cum into his hot mouth and he didn’t miss a drop. He stopped sucking and waited for my cock the stop throbbing, before he let it go. Then he leaned over and pulled me up toward him.

Our mouths met in a deep kiss, our tongues sharing the cum still in his mouth. His beard rubbed against my face as he held me close to him. Eventually, our lips parted.

“That was wonderful,” I said breathlessly.

“Yes it was”, Matt’s deep voice replied.

He turned away to get a towel and I took in his full naked body. He was wonderful to look at, especially that broad back and tight furry ass. He handed me a towel and then showed me out of the room to a shower across the hall.

As I washed the oil and sweat and cum from my body I knew I would be back. In fact I think a regular appointment with Matt was exactly what I would need. And that is where the angst came in. Sexually, I was always the dominant partner. I identified as a Top and had never really explored being in the receiving end.

Looking back, I have come to grips with it and realized that everyone needs a little attention now and then. My visits with Matt made me not only more relaxed, but much better sexually because now I understood what the view was like from the bottom.

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Kristin and Jenny arrived at the Dean’s front door precisely on the dot of 9:00. It was a magnificent home, even older than ABD House, with impeccably manicured gardens maintained by the university.

The night had turned cold and they were both chilly despite being bundled up. Kristin rang the doorbell and they stood rubbing their hands together for a few seconds until a buzzer sounded to admit them. They opened the door and stepped inside, grateful for the wave of warmth that immediately hit them.

There was no one in sight, so for a minute they just stood there in the foyer wondering how to proceed. It was so warm that they were soon forced to doff their coats, which they hung on a rack in the corner. Looking around, Kristin saw a small camera way up in one corner; they were being watched, apparently. A few seconds later the sound of a voice emerged from an intercom speaker on the far wall.

“Phones in the basket, please.” There was a small basket next to the coat rack, into which Kristin and Jenny obligingly placed their phones. “Thank you,” responded the voice, which then turned commanding. “Clothes off now.”

Kristin looked over at Jenny and shrugged. This was moving faster than she’d expected, but what were they going to do? They stripped down to their underwear, laying their clothes out on a chair nearby, and stood there hesitantly.

“Everything,” ordered the voice. They piled their bras and panties on top of their clothes and stood there naked, conscious of the camera watching them. “Walk straight forward,” they were instructed, “through the drawing room, through the double doors.”

Jenny followed Kristin out of the foyer and into the drawing room, which looked like something from a BBC drama, with elegant couches, beautiful paintings, and an enormous globe. At the opposite side of the room were the double doors in question; the girls held hands as they stepped through.

On the other side was a huge, dimly lit living room, with most of the light coming from a crackling fire in the fireplace. It was decorated just as elegantly as the drawing room, though more sparsely. At first there didn’t seem to be anyone here, either; then suddenly a figure emerged from the darkness and came striding toward them.

Dean Wilkins was dressed for the occasion in a black leather bustier, black leather skirt, and tall stiletto heels. She towered over even Kristin, who was unaccustomed to feeling so small. With her dark skin and dark hair she looked like a creature made of poker oyna night. Her eyes were enormous and full of energy, picking up occasional flickering highlights from the fire.

“Welcome,” she said, “I’m Dean Wilkins.” In person her voice was melodic, as well as authoritative and resonant. “But you can call me Ma’am,” she added, holding out a large and strong-looking but elegantly formed hand.

Bowing, Kristin took the proferred hand and kissed it. “I’m Kristin,” she said. “Ma’am.” She sensed immediately that they were in the presence of a powerful personality. The Dean was going to get whatever she wanted from them; there was no point resisting or being difficult.

Following Kristin’s lead, Jenny also kissed the Dean’s hand and introduced herself. Looking the two naked girls up and down, the Dean gave a curt nod of approval and spoke in the firm, even voice of one accustomed to having her orders followed. “On your knees now.”

When they were kneeling the Dean tied Kristin and Jenny’s hands behind their backs with silken cords, then popped a ball gag into each girl’s mouth and tied it off behind her head. Walking over to one corner of the room, the Dean returned wielding a formidable-looking cane. She made sure both girls got a good look at it before she bent each one over an ottoman.

It was important, she felt, to begin with the punishment. After all, wasn’t that her job? Imposing discipline, building character?

The Dean touched the tip of the cane gently to Kristin’s rear, then to Jenny’s. She went back and forth like this, counting “Eenie, meenie, miney, moe,” before finally settling on Kristin. After tapping the blonde’s ass softly with the cane — once, twice, three times — she pulled it all the way back and brought it down hard.

Kristin winced and a small gasp escaped through her gag, but she mostly managed to retain her composure. She hadn’t been punished much lately, but after three-plus years at Alpha Beta Delta, she’d been through more than her share. She and Jenny locked eyes and kept them locked, sharing the experience, as the next blow landed on Jenny’s tender young rump. A visible shiver ran through her and a small red spot appeared where the cane had landed.

The Dean took turns caning the two of them, taking her time, landing firm strokes but not by any means using her full strength. When both asses were warm and glowing, she sat the cane down and slid a hand between each girl’s legs. She whistled quietly in surprise; she had expected canlı poker oyna that they might be wet, but not as sopping and gooey as they were.

“Sluts,” muttered the Dean. She gave each girl three more good, hard whacks with her bare hand, spitting out a word with each blow: “Shameless. Hopeless. Brazen. Depraved. Incorrigible. Sluts.”

With that she felt the punishment complete and penetrated each girl with one finger, then two, spreading them wide and pistoning in and out, in and out. They arched their backs and moaned into their gags, and soon they were coming, spasming and bucking against the Dean’s long, strong fingers.

Walking around to the other side of the two ottomans, Dean Wilkins got down on one knee. After using her thumbs to pop out Kristin and Jenny’s gags, she pushed two wet fingers into each girl’s mouth. They had no choice but to clean each other’s juices off the Dean’s digits — not that they minded.

When she was satisfied with their work the Dean stood again, looming over the two bound girls from her full height. She lifted her skirt to reveal a mammoth black strap-on. Both girls gulped; even by their standards it was rather intimidating. The Dean saw the look in their eyes and grinned wickedly, taking the thick phallus in her hand and giving it a few strokes.

Sitting down between Kristin and Jenny, balanced on the edges of the two ottomans, the Dean pulled their heads toward her crotch. Both girls dutifully extended their tongues and began to lick up and down the immense shaft. A strong, musky scent of arousal was drifting up from between the Dean’s legs, and they hoped they might get a chance to investigate its source; but for now they had this monster cock to contend with.

Taking hold of Kristin’s head, the Dean pushed the tip of the dildo between her lips. The head alone half-filled her mouth, but she relaxed her throat and tried to swallow as much as she could. Jenny looked on admiringly as several more inches disappeared into her mouth.

Dean Wilkins pulled down the front of her bustier to reveal a truly superb set of tits, large and rounded and capped with thick, erect dark nipples. She played with them for a minute, then reached for Jenny, who needed little encouragement to begin licking and sucking them as Kristin’s head bobbed up and down on the dildo.

The Dean lifted Jenny’s head and kissed her, forcefully pushing her strong tongue into Jenny’s mouth. Jenny compliantly sucked the Dean’s tongue, feeling a new surge internet casino of warmth between her legs as she imagined what it might be like to have that thing stab into her pussy.

Pulling away from Jenny, the Dean again took hold of Kristin’s head and pulled the dildo out of her mouth. Moving around behind Kristin, she used her boot to push the blonde’s legs apart, then got down on one knee. She traced the tip of the strap-on across Kristin’s ass, then up and down her inner thighs. Kristin arched her back and angled her crotch up towards the Dean; she was as ready as she’d ever be.

The Dean teased Kristin’s pussy lips with the dildo before easing the head inside. Kristin moaned and dropped her head; the Dean reached down and took hold of her breasts while continuing to push in deeper. Kristin’s eyes went a little wider with each inch that disappeared into her. She was almost, but not quite, able to take the whole thing.

After slowly pulling almost all the way out, the Dean bucked her hips and drove the strap-on home hard, making Kristin yelp. After that she assumed a steady in-and-out rhythm. A sheen of sweat broke out on Kristin’s forehead and a thin stream of drool ran down her chin as the Dean fucked her, patiently but relentlessly.

Lost in the spectacle before her, Jenny was surprised to find herself being lifted into the air and deposited on the ottoman in front of Kristin. The Dean spread Jenny’s legs and, gripping a handful of Kristin’s hair, guided her toward Jenny’s crotch. Kristin didn’t need to be told what to do; she started licking Jenny’s pussy as the Dean continued to pound into her.

Looking down, Jenny momentarily felt self-conscious about how much of her juice was dripping onto the fancy upholstery of the ottoman. But there was nothing to be done, and soon she forgot about that and everything else as she felt an orgasm building.

She and Kristin came almost simultaneously, and they were both grade-A, teeth-chattering climaxes. Dean Wilkins pulled out and stood up; Kristin sat back on her haunches, looking a bit disheveled but thoroughly satisfied; Jenny scooted forward so her dripping pussy was no longer directly over the ottoman.

The Dean walked over to the corner of the room, where she’d left a bottle of champagne sitting in an ice bucket. Most of the ice had melted but the bottle was still nice and cold. She popped the top and poured a glass, then took a taste, letting out a gratified “Ahh.”

Walking back over to where Kristin and Jenny were, she gave each girl a sip, killed the rest of the glass herself, and poured another. Looking down at the two bound, naked girls who were hers to do with as she pleased, she took a moment to ponder her next move. The night was still young.

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The light coming through the bay window in the captain’s cabin at the stern of the Helena was eerie, as often is the case as dawn creeps in, but it was more peculiar than that. Clouds were scudding across the sky in ominous, dark formations, and the sea was unusually choppy. The captain said that this often was this way as the ship neared the Jamaica coast, and who was Eaton to question that?

The cabin was dark, but not so dark that the captain couldn’t clearly be seen. He stood, naked in his stolid hairiness and pot belly, across the cabin beside the table fixed to the cabin wall where the ewer of wine was that he now was imbibing from while he scratched his low-hanging hairy balls and looked lustfully at Eaton. Eaton, also naked, lay on his back on the bed pushed into the windowed bow of the fantail, his young, trim body lit up by the eerie light coming through the window, his legs bent and spread, as they had been through much of the night, as the randy, muscular ship’s captain fucked him again and again.

The captain was obviously trying to get as much cocking in of the young man working off his passage and that of Charles Singleton as he could. The ship was due to dock in Kingston later in the day, sometime after dawn.

The captain was stroking his thick, half-hard cock while he swigged wine and watched Eaton fondling his own cock as Captain Huddleston had bade him do. The ship had increasingly been lurching and rocking all night as they approached the Jamaica coast. The pitching had been bad enough that it had kept Eaton confined to the bed, which was of no import, because the captain would not have let Eaton out of his bed this night in any event. On previous nights during the voyage, the captain had covered and held Eaton’s body close to his in a powerful grip, mounted him in slow, relentless stretching of Eaton’s channel with a particularly thick staff, fucked him slowly at great length to an ejaculation, and then turned over and went into a snoring sleep. Not tonight, though. Oblivious to the obvious building of a nasty storm, Huddleston had concentrated on getting every ounce of sexual pleasure he could get from Eaton’s body on his last night of access to the young quadroon whore.

He had mercilessly ridden Eaton’s ass to the young man’s near exhaustion, a chore that had engaged the captain’s total attention. Even now, when he himself, despite his long years at sea, was having trouble keeping his balance on the pitching deck, all of his attention was arrested by the beautiful young body in his bed, Eaton’s hand on his own cock, and the sight of the wide-bored hole that the captain simply had to fill one more time.

Huddleston lurched over to the bed, grabbed Eaton’s ankles, wishboning the young man’s legs wide as he pulled Eaton to him, Eaton’s buttocks resting on the edge of the foot of the bed. Eaton arched his back, scrabbled at the bedding with his fists for purchase, and groaned deeply, as the captain worked his thick cock inside him, once more stretching Eaton’s channel walls to the maximum, coaxing them to open even more. Three hard thrusts and the captain was saddled deep inside Eaton and began to pump him with the aid of the lubricant of earlier deposits of cum.

They didn’t speak. There was no reason to speak. Eaton was only there because he had a hole the captain’s cock longed to fill. He was just a quadroon slave—former slave, but there was no reason for the captain to acknowledge the changed status as long as Eaton recognized one of the passengers as his master and the master was willing to hand Eaton over for the captain’s pleasure. All the way down the Eastern Seaboard and into the Caribbean Eaton had appeared at the captain’s cabin when summoned, stripped, laid on the bed, and opened his legs to the captain. The captain had mounted him and fucked him two or three times during the night, with Eaton leaving before dawn while the captain was still snoring away.

Eaton was writhing under the man’s strongest, deepest, thickest onslaught of the night and the captain was nearing ejaculation, when someone started pounding on the door to the cabin and crying out, “Storm. Hurricane, Captain. The main mast is about to go!”

As the captain bounded away from Eaton and grabbed for his trousers, the sounds of the main mast, indeed, giving way could clearly be heard. What also was clear was that a hurricane had reached out to grab them and the captain had been too much taken with Eaton and the rest of the crew too drunk from the celebration of their last night at sea to have discerned the gathering storm and done anything to counter it—if, indeed, there had been anything they could have done at that point.

Eaton reached over the side of the bed for his trousers and pulled them on, knowing that he needed to help in doing something but having no idea what they might be. The captain had left the door of his cabin open when he’d rushed out, and the door was furiously banging back and forth, accentuating how severe the roll poker oyna of the ship was. Eaton tried to stand up from the bed only immediately to be tossed back onto the covers.

Before he could make any other move, no matter how futile, the storm blew out the massive window above the bed in the bow of the ship, and Eaton was sucked out into the stormy sea.

* * * *

The first sensations Eaton became aware of as he was stretched out on the sand were the heat and something heavy being nosed off his torso. The latter sensation led him to think of a nose, as it was some sort of snorting beast with a wet nose. He tried to open his eyes, but the blinding light, which was producing the heat, made him close them again and build up strength to slit them open. It was a horse, and Eaton experienced the blurry sensation of a man coming off the horse and pulling the piece of wood the rest of the way off his body.

A hatch door from the Helena. That’s what had been on top of him, protecting him from the red-hot rays of the sun baking the white sand Eaton was lying on. He had already figured out what it had been that had kept him afloat. And he remembered now that he’d watched the Helena breaking up in the hurricane. He didn’t remember seeing anyone else in the water with him—no one holding onto a floating piece of wood as he had done.

“Are you all right?” The voice was a deep bass. Squinting his eyes, Eaton was able to bring the man into focus. His skin was a deep chocolate brown, and he was tall, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. His features weren’t African, though; they were more European. A handsome devil. Dressed in fine, if serviceable, clothes—more as a master than as a slave.

“Here, sorry, let me feel for broken bones. Quite a hurricane. Did you come from land or sea?”

The man was feeling around on Eaton’s arms and torso and then down his legs, on top of Eaton’s trousers, which were all that he was wearing. The man’s hands hesitated at the bump of the gold bars sown in just below Eaton’s hips on either side, but he stopped there just a few seconds and then moved on. A hand brushed Eaton’s crotch, and Eaton realized that he was going hard. He was looking into the man’s crotch from where he was lying on his side and there was no doubt the man was hung—and hardening as well.

“Water,” Eaton croaked.

“Yes, of course,” the man said. He stood, took a water bag off the saddle of the horse, and crouched back down, putting a muscular arm under Eaton’s neck, turning his body on his back, lifting his head, and putting the water skin Eaton’s lips. “Slowly,” he said. “Don’t take too much. It will come back up. Good thing you were lying on your side. Any sea water came out rather than suffocating you. You came from the sea, didn’t you?”

“Yes. The Helena. Bound for Jamaica from the Carolinas.”

“Well, anything on the sea out there last night—anything that could have washed you up on the shore—is in the depths now. But you have reached Jamaica.”

“Others? Have you seen—?” It came out in a moan, as the man had put the water skin down, had moved a large, brown hand around Eaton’s pecs and down to rest on his lower belly. The man’s crotch, still in plain sight to Eaton as the man crouched on his haunches, legs spread, was bulging even more than before. Eaton could clearly follow the line of a thick, long shaft nestled against the man’s left thigh in his tight riding pants. Without a thought to what he was doing, Eaton raised a hand to the man’s crotch, being awarded with a slight jerk. Eaton immediately moved to take his hand away, but the man covered Eaton’s hand and held it against his crotch. He smiled down into Eaton’s face.

The man lowered his lips to Eaton’s and kissed him. He pulled right away, but they were staring into each other’s eyes with so much mutual need that their lips met again and they kissed hungrily.

Eaton could feel the man going harder. His crotch was tenting as well. The man ran his hand under Eaton’s waistband and slid his fingers into Eaton’s pubic bush, two fingers running on either side of the root of the cock, the tips touching a ball on either side of Eaton’s sac.

Eaton groaned, but he didn’t pull away. Almost involuntarily he lifted his left hand to cup one of the man’s buttocks cheeks.

The man spoke to him as if they weren’t touching each other. “You’re the only one I’ve seen along the beach. If you want to stay here and rest, I’ll ride the beach and see if there’s anyone else.”

“Please don’t leave me,” Eaton whispered. “And please . . .”

“Please what?”

“I don’t know; I’m not sure.”

“Your ship was coming from the Carolinas? You’re an American. You had family on the ship?”

“Just Mr. Singleton . . . my . . . my master.”

“Your master? You were a slave? You have black blood in you?”

“Yes. I’m a slave.”

“Not if you came from the United States,” the man said. “The slaves there have been emancipated. And the Union has won. Just canlı poker oyna like we were emancipated here thirty years ago. You are a free man, son. Here you are completely free to do what you want. Is there something you want now, at this moment?”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do know. And I think it’s good that you have some black blood in you. How much?”

“I’m a quadroon, one quarter black.”

“I’m a mulatto, half black, and because my father owned this land and because black men are free here, this is my land. I think it’s good that you have black blood in you.”

“Why?”

“Because I only fuck black men. Does it upset you that, when you’ve recovered, I want to fuck you?”

“No, not at all,” Eaton answered breathlessly. With that, the man leaned down and took Eaton’s lips with his with a possessive kiss again. Eaton didn’t resist. Nor did he resist as the man unbuttoned the fly of Eaton’s trousers and took possession of his cock. Eaton’s experienced hands went to the buttons of the man’s trousers and soon they were stroking each other—and eventually sucking each other off in a sixty-nine position.

“The house. We’ll go to the house and get you cleaned up first and recovered enough to sheath me. You have had a man before, haven’t you?”

“Yes, many men,” Eaton answered. “Not many as big as you.” Eaton was afraid that would make the man pull away from him, but it didn’t.

“Then you must have time to rest, as I don’t think I can be gentle with you.”

“Nor would I want you to be. Not even now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m very sure.”

The man didn’t wait for further permission. He pulled Eaton’s breeches off his legs and unbuttoned and flared the fly of his own riding pants. Moving between Eaton’s thighs with his knees, he wrapped an arm around Eaton’s waist and raised the young man’s buttocks to him. With Eaton’s torso streaming on the sand and his arms stretched out in welcome and surrender, Eaton’s rescuer worked his hard, horse-hung cock inside Eaton’s ass. Murmuring, “I’m not sure you can . . . fuck yes, you can take me,” and started slowly to pump him. “Am I hurting you?” he asked, solicitously, after several moments.

“It doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters at this moment. Don’t stop. Fuck me so that I know I’m alive,” Eaton murmured. And then, in a weaker voice, he added, “Fucking is all I’m good for.”

“What was that?”

“Never mind. Just don’t stop.”

* * * *

Jas Graham—for that was what Eaton’s rescuer’s name was—announced that he was going to come again and then did so after slamming his cock inside Eaton three more times, hard, as he covered and was mounted on the young man’s ass. Eaton was on all fours on the thick mattress of the four-poster bed. Jas rolled off the younger man, taking him with him and landing on his back without disengaging the long, thick cock he had jammed tight up Eaton’s channel. Exhibiting his muscular power, he wove an arm in and under Eaton’s armpit and then pressed the wrist of that hand into the back of Eaton’s neck, holding Eaton’s shoulder blades close into his pecs. His legs wound around Eaton’s, his ankles gripping Eaton’s ankles and spreading the younger man’s legs wide and lifting them and Eaton’s pelvis up. He continued stroking inside Eaton’s channel with a still-hard cock and stroked Eaton to an ejaculation with his free hand.

It was the third time the chocolate giant with the European features had fucked and filled Eaton with cum that night. Graham had told Eaton he could rest for as many days as he needed before they fucked, but Eaton had come to him that first night, after being fed and sleeping nearly the entire day away. Graham had put him to sleep by, first, bathing him in a copper tub in the bedroom Eaton was taken to, and then massaging the young man’s body and stroking off his cock before, exhausted and satiated, Eaton slept.

Earlier, after Jas had let Eaton stand there, on the beach, looking hopefully out to sea for a couple of hours, Jas helping to support Eaton on his wobbly feet, the two returned to Jas’ plantation house on the horse, Graham holding Eaton close to him in the front of the saddle and Eaton able to feel the big black’s cock pressing into the small of his back.

They passed through sugarcane fields in which not only blacks, but Asians and a few whites, as well, were working to cut and stack the cane. Eaton had never seen an Asian before.

“You have slaves? Some of them from another land?” Eaton asked nervously.

“There are no slaves in Jamaica—not for more than thirty years,” Jas answered. “This is my plantation, but those workers work for wages. I provide them housing and sell them food cheaply, but they earn an hourly wage.”

“So many aren’t blacks,” Eaton observed.

“This region was hard hit by what we call the Baptist War, or Christmas Rebellion, which was a massive slave rebellion thirty-five years ago. Some British plantation owners were killed, many internet casino in this area, but more slaves were killed before the British put the rebellion down. There weren’t many blacks to return to the land and they were emancipated two years later and then many who had survived the rebellion didn’t want to work the cane fields anymore. We had to bring in Chinese and Indian workers—from the other side of the world.”

“We?”

“I was only seven upon emancipation, but my mother and I had already been given our freedom. My father, who was British, owned this plantation.”

“And you inherited from him?”

“Yes, but not for many years later. My mother and I were emancipated in gratitude by my father right after the rebellion was put down. My mother hid him and fed him while the slaves rampaged. Theirs was a love match. He was nearly the only white man for miles around here to survive. The area is still blighted. The cane grows here easily and is a good cash crop, but few of the plantations are being worked. Working the sugarcane is backbreaking work. With so few workers, the British deserted this area of the island.”

When they reached the house, a typically columned colonial-style building constructed of cut blocks of coral and plastered over, Eaton asked where the slave quarters were.

“Why do you want to know that?” Jas answered. “We built the workers better housing. The old slave quarters have been reduced to ruins.”

“I presumed I’d be staying—”

“You’re staying in the house with me. You need to understand and accept how it is in Jamaica. You aren’t a slave here. You aren’t a slave in the United States anymore either. You are a guest in my house, and, if you’re willing, a submissive young man in my bed—but only if you want to be.”

Eaton wanted to be. Although somewhat over forty, Jas Graham was a magnificently built man—in every way. Eaton had already discovered that he was hung like a horse too. And he was handsome and refined, and, truth be known, Eaton had not been covered in the comfort of a proper bed in less than furtive conditions by a black man before and was trembling in anticipation of being so.

Graham had not expected Eaton to come to him that night, but Eaton couldn’t hold off any longer. He entered Graham’s bedroom in a dressing robe he had been provided—and nothing else. Standing across the room, Eaton dropped the robe to the ground and dipped his head in submission.

“My god you’re beautiful,” Graham said, sucking in his breath. “Come let me hold you for a while. I promise I won’t—”

“I want you to fuck me. Now,” Eaton said in a tremulous voice. “I wanted you to fuck me again on the beach.”

As it happened, Eaton fucked Graham first—after kneeling in front of him as the big black sat on the edge of his bed, and loving the older man’s cock to erection. Then he pressed Graham onto his back in the center of the bed, lowered his channel on Graham’s cock and slowly revolved around, rocking on the cock as well as rising and lowering on it. He took the cock deep and at length facing his host, facing to either side, and, at last, facing Graham’s feet, with his hands clasping and unclasping his host’s knees and Graham lifting him with a grip on either side of his waist and raising him and then slamming him down hard, and again and again, until both had come.

Almost immediately afterward, Graham was ready to go again and took Eaton in a missionary position, Graham erect on his knees, holding Eaton’s legs high up under his armpits, and thrusting hard and fast inside Eaton’s passage, with Eaton egging him on, wanting it harder, faster, deeper.

Lying stretched against each other, in search of sleep, then, Graham murmured, “You are an expert in this.”

“So are you,” Eaton answered. But then, after a while, Eaton said, “I don’t want to mislead you. This is what I was used for in the South—in Richmond. I was a whore boy in a brothel. Do you care?”

“I only care that you are so beautiful and so good at taking the cock,” Graham answered. “Now sleep, if you can. I will want you again before morning.”

“Good,” Eaton said—and Graham did want—and take—him again before dawn—twice.

For the next three days, Eaton spent the day on the beach, looking out to sea, and the nights writhing under Jas on his bed. It occurred to Eaton by the third day that nothing was going to come out of the surf to attest to his most recent adventure—not Charles Singleton, his gold bars, or even the chart locating the bulk of the Confederate treasury that had been buried in Virginia and North Carolina. These were at the bottom of the sea, lost to the future for all time. The treasure had been frittered away to two small gold bars he had sewn into his breeches. For some reason, this made Eaton feel that a burden had been lifted off his shoulders.

For these journeys to the beach. Jas lent him a horse and left him to it until the third day. That afternoon, he rode up to the beach, got off his horse, and came and stood next to Eaton.

“This is the last time I need to come out here,” Eaton said, turning his eyes away from the sea to the magnificent black stallion standing beside him—and he wasn’t referring to the horse.

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We be getting all kinds of freaky in the hood! Most folks don’t know about our shit and that’s the way we want to keep it. The hood is full of freaks. Men and women who do all kinds of things. Men and women who are the world’s most prominent sexual dynamos and freaks. They get down in ways normal folks cannot fathom. The truth is that a lot of people from the hood are leading double lives. Yeah, it’s like that. This is one of those stories, folks. The truth about freaks from the hood. It’s about to get all misty in here, folks. Don’t say you weren’t warned.

We’ve got Leila, a big Black woman who likes white bitches. This six-foot-three, plain-faced, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed Black lesbian is known as the Black Dyke, the Butch of Dorchester. Her chick of the month is Kim, a red-haired, lily-white chick from Dorchester. Leila paid her bitch a visit. Kim has to do the duties of a hood bitch. She’s got to keep her man’s house clean, even though her man is really a woman who acts like a man. Leila is the Butch of Dorchester. She gets all the pussy she wants, and then some. She’s a hard-drinking, hard-fighting, pussy-chasing dyke. And you know what? She’s damn proud of it!

Leila decided to have some fun with her favorite bitch. First, she made Kim get naked. The slim white chick did as she was told. Leila admired her sleek body, perky breasts, lithe figure, curvy butt and neatly shaved pussy. The Black Dyke has slept with women from all over Boston. She loves to completely dominate the women she takes to bed. Leila watches Kim as the white chick does a sexy little dance. Leila smokes a cigar, and remembers some nice times she had with different women. Just thinking about all the women she’s seduced, fucked and dumped over the years is enough to make her hot.

A while ago, Leila was doing a stint at the women’s prison in Framingham, Massachusetts. She got arrested for beating up Sheri, the woman she was living with at the time. Leila is usually a calm person but she doesn’t like listening to her loquacious girlfriend whine and complain all day. She doesn’t like all the drama. So when she gets mad, she gets up and tells Sheri to shut up. Sheri is a plump, blonde chick with big breasts and a huge ass. She loves to eat pussy and works as a waitress in the city. Those are her redeeming qualities. However, she never keeps her mouth shut. So Leila sometimes smacks her around. When the cops got involved, they hauled the big Black woman away. Apparently, same-sex domestic abuse was not unknown to police officers. They knew that gay males sometimes abused the men they lived with. It stood to reason that some lesbians abused the women they lived with too. Leila was sentenced to ninety days in the slammer for beating Sheri up and putting her in a hospital. Life just wasn’t fair for everybody’s favorite Black lesbian.

While in jail, Leila found herself in a place filled with women. There were Black women, white women, Latin women and Asian women. So many pretty women with tender pussies ripe for the picking. Easy pickings for an experienced Black lesbian like Leila. Unfortunately, another butch dyke had claimed dominion of the harem of pretty straight and bisexual women of the women’s prison. The dyke in question was a towering, muscular poker oyna blonde female bodybuilder and former amateur wrestler named Rhonda. Leila recognized Rhonda. The blonde dyke was famous for being a rather brutal contestant at amateur wrestling matches. There were videos circulating on the web featuring her taking on other women. Rhonda was known to a cruel, cigar-smoking dyke with sadistic tendencies. All the chicks inside the women’s prison system bowed down to her. She was the top and ruled them all.

Well, Rhonda ran the show until Leila arrived. Leila was a woman with a dominant personality. She wouldn’t take crap from anybody. She had her eye on a pretty Black chick named Rachelle. Unfortunately, Rachelle belonged to Rhonda. Everybody knew that Rhonda took Rachelle to her cell every night and ate her pussy. Stories of their steamy hookups were infamous around the women’s prison. Even the corrections officers knew about them. One of the corrections officers told the other guards stories about times when he watched Rhonda and Rachelle do their thing. Rhonda would wear a big strap on dildo and fuck Rachelle with it. Yeah, everybody knew about their steamy lesbian encounters.

Leila wanted Rachelle for herself. So she came up with a plan to get rid of Rhonda. In the yard, she challenged Rhonda to a duel. The blonde dyke accepted. Everybody gathered to watch. Even the corrections officers watched. Everybody loves a catfight, especially when it involves a lesbian or two. So, the fight was on. Rhonda came straight for Leila. Leila waited. A lifelong brawler, Leila knew about boxing and wrestling. You didn’t survive on the streets without knowing how to fight. So, Leila waited. She fought Rhonda with a savagery that furies would envy. Rhonda was taller and larger than Leila, but the Black Dyke was the more experienced brawler. Leila beat Rhonda within an inch of her life, and made her admit defeat in front of the other women prisoners. Everybody was stunned. Leila had won. She defeated Rhonda. Leila was now the top, the woman who ran the women’s prison and had power over all the chicks who lived there.

Leila celebrated her victory by spending the night with Rachelle. Rachelle knew something about politics. She was treacherous and went only where her best interests lay, no matter whom she had to stab in the back. Her loyalty was to herself. Since coming to the women’s prison, Rachelle had allied herself with Rhonda since Rhonda was the biggest and meanest woman in the system. Now, Rhonda was defeated. Rachelle’s loyalty went to Leila, the new leader. Like all women, Rachelle was treacherous and manipulative by nature. Completely without conscience. In many ways, all women are borderline sociopaths by nature. That’s the truth about them and Rachelle personified that truth. Eagerly, she went to Leila’s bed.

Leila had seldom beheld a woman as beautiful as Rachelle. The gal was only five feet two inches tall but her short Black hair, caramel skin and golden brown eyes made her look unearthly beautiful and almost ethereal. Leila wanted a taste of her goods, and Rachelle was more than willing to share. Leila kissed Rachelle, and began undressing her. Rachelle smiled and began kissing Leila, all over. Her hands and agile tongue roamed over canlı poker oyna Leila’s flesh. Rachelle looked into Leila’s eyes as she took her. Leila gasped as Rachelle’s hand went between her legs. She hesitated. Normally, she didn’t let women do this to her. Pleasure her. She was the butch one, she liked to be in charge. Rachelle looked at her adoringly, and begged her to let go. Leila did something which surprised even herself. She nodded her consent. Smiling, Rachelle slid her fingers into Leila’s pussy, and took the big Black woman to Cloud Nine.

Rachelle slowly slid her small fist into Leila’s pussy. Leila moaned as Rachelle began to pleasure her. Rachelle laughed. Nothing she liked better to do than to bring a big and strong woman down to her knees. Sex could be used as a weapon, against both men and women. Rachelle knew this early on. What kind of bisexual female sociopath would she be if she didn’t use her sexuality as a weapon to get what she wanted from both men and women? Not a very good one, that’s for damn sure. So, she eagerly fisted Leila, making the woman scream and cry out her name while begging for more. Yeah, sex was a powerful weapon indeed. She continued what she was doing until Leila finally came. A short while later, Leila was fast asleep, with Rachelle in her arms.

Inside the women’s prison, life went on. The other women adjusted to the fact that Leila, the Black Dyke from Dorchester now ran the show. You see, inside a women’s prison, there are lines and definitions as well as divisions. Generally, the Black women ran the show, with the Hispanic women as second and the white women third and last. That’s how the scales of power worked. Black women were the meanest and toughest scrappers inside the female prison system. Their only rivals were Hispanic women, when it came to sheer brutality, cunning and treachery.

White women, especially the pretty ones, were the least aggressive and often the most manipulative and vicious. If you can’t fight, manipulate, that’s their motto. Prison authorities often gave special treatment to white female inmates. For the most part, the Black lesbians ran the show. When they ruled, the women prisoners weren’t divided into categories of straight and gay but in categories of who fucked and who gets fucked. Guess who always got fucked? The white female inmates were often everybody’s favorite prey, although they were the protected class of the corrections officers. Rhonda had been an anomaly. A white lesbian who dominated a female prison where most of the inmates were Black women. She had even gone as far as taking a Black woman to be her lover. Now, she was vanquished. Once more, a Black lesbian ran the women’s prison.

Leila had fun behind bars. Rachelle was a major part of that fun. Leila also had flings with Sophia, a pretty Hispanic woman who got sentenced to ten years for killing her ex-girlfriend by running her over with a truck. Yeah, times could be fun. Rhonda had been taken to the prison hospital after Leila gave her the beating of the decade. Now, she was back into the main population. At first, she walked with her head down, kowtowing to Leila as Supreme Bitch of the System and gave her a wide berth. Unbeknownst to Leila and the Black lesbians was the fact that Rhonda had internet casino forged a secret alliance with the women’s prison new female warden and some of the corrections officers. She was conspiring to cause an uprising, during which Leila and many of the Black lesbians would be killed. It was a sweet plan as far as lesbian revenge fantasies went.

Leila and Rachelle were sleeping in their bed when suddenly, it began. A fight in the middle of the night. A Black female inmate brawling with a white chick. The brawl escalated, and the guards came with batons. They started beating the inmates. The inmates fought back, especially the Black women. Leading the white women and a handful of Hispanic broads was Rhonda, armed with a baseball bat. She was coming straight for Leila. Having never backed down from a fight with a chick in her entire life, Leila wasn’t about to start. She got up to fight Rhonda. Rachelle carefully stayed out of the way, waiting to see who would come out on top.

The melee was on! The women prisoners fought the guards, and each other! Everybody was fighting everybody. A chubby Black woman hurled a white woman against the bars of a cell and began slamming her with a chair. A large white woman grabbed a skinny Black woman in a tight grip and wrestled her to the ground. Everybody seemed to pause, however, when Rhonda and Leila began circling each other. This seemed to be the most anticipated rematch in the history of interracial lesbian catfights. A fight no one present would soon forget!

Rhonda looked hatefully at Leila, the woman who had ruined her life. Howling with fury, she hefted her baseball bat and swung at Leila. The Black woman had been expecting this. She produced a knife which she had kept hidden, and slashed at the last possible second. Suddenly, Rhonda froze. Her large hands went for her throat, which was covered with a crimson liquid. Her own blood. Rhonda looked at the blood on her hands, then at Leila. She opened her mouth to speak, but only blood came out. With a sickening gurgle, she fell. Everyone turned to look at Leila, who stood victorious over the other woman’s body. Laughing demonically, Leila raised her fist in the air. A cry echoed from the women as they savagely saluted their leader, the undisputed queen of the prison.

The guards eventually restored order. Rhonda’s body was buried. Leila served the remainder of her sentence, plus an additional few years. She had been convicted of manslaughter in the death of Rhonda and sentenced to another fifteen years. As for Rachelle, she died three months after the last battle of Rhonda versus Leila. Apparently, Rhonda’s new girlfriend Helen didn’t take kindly to Rachelle’s treachery. Helen, a middle-aged Irishwoman already serving a life sentence for murdering her husband’s mistress had nothing to lose by killing Rachelle. She was however transferred to a women’s prison in Texas where she was executed, ten years later.

As for Leila, she returned to society after serving only five years for Rhonda’s murder. She left the women’s prison system behind and returned back to the hood, where the honeys were pretty and had a sweetness she would not soon forget. A stint in a women’s prison hasn’t changed Leila’s fondness for desperate, lonely women and crazed honeys. That’s why she was hooking up with Kim right now. The two of them romped in Sapphic passion for hours. The next morning, however, Leila was found dead. A knife in her back. Kim was nowhere to be found. Isn’t life sweet?

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It was a cold afternoon on the 21st of December, and Anna was visiting home for the holidays. Another year or two and she’d be finished college, so she could move on to a bigger city and spend the holidays shopping and going to lavish parties, instead of sitting around her parents’ house, wasting time online while waiting for her friends to get off work. She was especially missing her older sister, who was spending the holidays with her husband’s family at the other side of the country.

“Hi sweetheart, can I borrow your computer for a few minutes?” Anna’s grandfather came into the lounge room and pointed a chubby old finger at her MacBook. “I need to check my emails.”

“Um, okay, sure.” Fuck, she couldn’t wait for the holidays to be over. With Stacey away, Anna’s parents had offered to put Grandpa up in her room for the holidays. And as nice as Grandpa was, having him staying in the house was starting to get old. He was always hanging around, just kind of getting in the way of whatever Anna was trying to do. Oh well, he’d be gone by New Year’s Day.

She minimised the browser window, where she was currently chatting with her girls group. Jane had just asked the group “Who’s the grossest or weirdest guy you’d bang?” Anna passed him the laptop and picked up her phone to continue the chat. She typed the first name that came to mind, someone she’d had a crush on for most of her life. “Santa can fucking get it lol” she typed and sent, a mischievous smile spreading on her face.

“omg Anna you’re gross,” came the first reply from Sarah. As usual, Jane was more supportive: “lmao well we know he’d be a generous lover at least”

Anna replied. “lol I’m glad someone agrees. I’ve wanted to ride his North Pole for years now,” she confessed. It was only a little weird she was having this conversation while her grandpa was still in the room. But what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.

A few minutes later, he passed the laptop back to Anna. “Thanks for that, darling. Think I might go find your father and see if he can take me downtown to do some last minute shopping.”

“Okay, no worries, Grandpa,” Anna half-replied, still trying to think of some Christmas-related sex puns to gross out Sarah. After all, grossing out their conservative friend was the reason Jane and Anna had set up the chat in the first place. Still, it was good to see Grandpa taking more of an interest in life again. This would be his second Christmas without Grandma, and it seemed that her parents hosting him for Christmas had done him the world of good.

Three nights later, it was Christmas Eve. Sometime around 2am, Anna was woken up when she heard footsteps shuffling in her bedroom. She was about ready to scream and turn on the light before she heard a deep, reassuring voice. “Sssh, it’s okay, Anna.”

Still groggy and waiting for her eyes to adjust to the dark, Anna could only make out a vague shadow in her room. “Wha- Who’s there?” Anna sat up in her bed.

“Ho ho ho, you don’t recognize me?” the big man chuckled.

“…Santa? No way. Whoever you are, get out, before I scream.”

“What’s the matter, Anna? I thought a midnight visit from ol’ Saint Nick was right at the top of your list this year.”

“Um, but Santa isn’t real, so…” Her eyes were adjusting, and the moon had come out behind a cloud. She could see now that the man intruding in her bedroom certainly looked the part. He was wearing the traditional red cap with white trim and pom-pom, a wooly red coat with white trim to match the hat, and a big thick black belt with a golden buckle that glinted in the dim moonlight. His pants were red velvet with the white trim, and his large black boots were shiny and polished. He was wearing a pair of reading glasses halfway down his nose. His beard and his hair were white, thick, and long. He looked old, but not senile, and his smile was kind. He was rather large, and his stomach stuck out from his torso. As she gazed upon Santa, Anna was starting to find him sexy, and felt herself getting warm between her legs. God damn this fetish of hers.

“Wait just a minute. Who told you such a thing? Santa doesn’t exist, indeed! They’re going on my naughty list right away!” He was now standing over her bed, looking down at the adorable young woman. “Although you’ve been a bit of a naughty girl yourself, haven’t you?”

“What the fuck-“

“Apart from such foul language from such a pretty little mouth, I recall a certain young lady expressing interest in Santa Claus ‘stuffing her stocking’, and I thought I’d help make her Christmas wish come true,” Santa told her. He sat down on the bed next to Anna. “Or at the very least, you can sit on my lap. Ho ho ho!”

Anna was regretting the four glasses of wine she’d had with dinner, because despite her brain telling her to scream and run, her body was telling her to get ready for a different kind of sleigh ride. And honestly, when you’ve been drinking, when do you listen to the sensible part poker oyna of your brain?

“Okay…So…Santa’s real, and he wants to fuck me?”

“Well, I know you certainly want to fuck Santa,” he replied.

Anna couldn’t lie – not to Santa, of all people. “I can’t rely deny that, Santa…” She unbuttoned her flannel top, her nipples immediately hard in the cold winter’s night. She slipped her pyjama top off her arms and let it fall to the floor bedside her bed. Against all logic and common sense, the 22 year old girl was now topless in front of Father Christmas himself…and she was incredibly turned on. She watched Santa as he peered over the top of his small round reading glasses and stared at her modest B cup breasts with lust. A smile grew beneath his long, thick white beard.

He reached out with both hands, covered in black gloves, and caressed Anna’s perky little tits. A soft moan escaped her lips, and she arched her back in response to his gloves’ leathery touch. He delicately squeezed her breasts, running his thumbs in circles around her areola and erect nipples.

“Oh Santa,” she moaned.

Santa let go of her left breast and raised a finger to her lips. “Shhhh, your family are all very light sleepers; you wouldn’t want to wake them, would you?”

Anna shook her head. “No, Santa. I’ll be good.” Anna suddenly felt compelled to take care of Santa, and was eager to show him just how good a girl she could be.

She slid out of bed, grabbed her pillow, and placed it at Santa’s feet. He knew where this was going; he spread his legs to make way for the eager young girl to kneel before him. Anna dropped to her knees, and reached for Santa’s fly. She could feel his hardness through his thick velvet pants. She hoped Santa appreciated her nail polish, which alternated red and green on each finger. She gently rubbed Santa’s hard cock through his pants for a few seconds, then started unzipping the fly.

Santa, it turned out, wasn’t wearing any underwear. His hard cock sprung out of the fly, standing proudly out from the red pants. It was about 5 or 6 inches, but quite thick. His circumcized cock was moist with precum. Anna put a hand on each of Santa’s hips, opened her smiling mouth, and swallowed Santa’s cock whole. She savored the taste of his dick – the salty-but-sweet precum, the warm flesh, and the slightly musty, sweaty taste that came from all the hard work he’d been doing all evening. Santa moaned softly in approval. Anna responded in kind, then started sliding her lips up and down Santa’s cock.

“That’s a very good girl,” Santa encouraged.

Anna sucked and slid all up and down Santa’s hard, thick cock, never once releasing it from her lips. Saliva and precum mixed and built up in her mouth, and she swallowed it, almost intoxicated by the taste and smell of Santa’s ancient hard dick. He ran his gloved fingers through her hair. She could keep this up until dawn.

After a couple minutes of blowing Saint Nicholas, he reluctantly spoke. “Okay, that’s enough now, Anna. You know I don’t like it when people get their gifts too early.”

Anna let go of his dick. “I hope it was good, Santa?”

“Oh, it was very good. Mrs. Claus has nothing on you, Anna Clarke.” He caressed her cheek briefly. “Now, how ’bout you sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you really want for Christmas?”

Anna dutifully stood up and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her flannel pants. She slid them down her slender legs, letting them fall to the floor in a heap around her feet, which, like her fingernails, had alternating red and green nail polish. She now stood before Santa in nothing but her candy cane pattern panties. Even in the dim moonlight, the damp patch in the crotch was obvious.

She leaned forward and felt his gaze on her perky little tits, and smiled. She whispered into his ear. “I want Santa to take my panties off. And I want to sit on his face until I cum. Then I want him to fuck me with that thick, hard cock, until he cums inside me. I want to be so full of Santa’s warm eggnog that it leaks out of me all day.” She kissed him deeply. His beard was softer than she was expecting, and his breath tasted sweet, like cookies. She offered him her tongue, and he accepted it, sucking her deep into his mouth. Together, Anna and Santa moaned with pleasure.

Santa reached forward and squeezed Anna’s ass enthusiastically for a few moments, then slid her panties down her slim legs. She put her hands on Santa’s shoulders and pushed him gently down onto the bed, never breaking their kiss. When he was lying down and she was lying on top of him, Santa felt so tempted to just fuck then and there – slide his hard cock into her wet and eager little pussy. But she’d told Santa what she wanted, in explicit detail, and he was determined to give her what she wanted for Christmas. It was his job, after all. So he resisted, and continued to make out with the beautiful young woman on top of him.

A few minutes canlı poker oyna passed, then Anna broke the kiss. She stood up again, and let Santa take in the sight of her fully nude body. “But you’ve seen this all before; right, Santa? You know when I’m sleeping, and you know when I’m awake, so you must know when I’m clothed, and when I’m naked.”

Santa chuckled. “Yes, but it’s always so much better in person.” He studied Anna’s naked body. He savored the look of her pale skin and her blond hair in the cold moonlight. Her sweet face, with her little freckles and her green eyes that sparkled, and that lustful, mischievous smile. Her perky little B cups and their rock-hard nipples. Her slender torso and effortlessly flat stomach, which she inherited from her mother’s side of the family. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair, which was several shades darker than the hair on her head. Her wide hips, which she inherited from her father’s side of the family. Anna Clarke’s body was stunning, and she was starting to realize it…and share it with boys. But tonight, she was all his.

She approached the bed again and straddled Santa’s big, round body. She crawled up his torso and positioned her pussy above his mouth. She smiled down at him and instructed, “Eat me, Santa. Eat my pussy like I’ve wanted you to for fucking years.”

Santa granted her wish. He held onto her hips and raised his head to meet her pussy. He licked up and down her wet opening for a couple laps, then focused all his energy on her clit. She bit her bottom lip to stifle the moans. His tongue flicked her clit back and forth, over and over, slowly building momentum. She reached down and grabbed his hat, keeping him in place.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, still careful not to wake up her family. “Ohh, that’s so fucking good, Santa.”

Santa grinned, and kept up the pace. Gradually picking up in speed, bringing her closer and closer to cumming. Less than a minute later, she started to pant breathlessly. “Oh fuck, oh Santa,” she whispered on a loop. Santa licked and licked her tasty little clit and gripped her hips tightly.

Anna bit her lip again, and felt her body convulse with ecstasy as Santa brought her to orgasm. She arched her back and quivered atop Santa’s face. Despite the cold night, her face felt flushed and red. Santa slowed his clit licking to a stop while he waited for Anna to catch her breath.

“Oh my god, I can’t remember the last time I came like that,” she confessed, then swung a leg over and sat on the bed, looking down at Santa.

“Santa loves to give,” the jolly old fat man replied with a chuckle. “Now are you ready for your big present, Anna?”

“Yes please, Santa!” She hopped off the bed again and offered her hands to help Santa sit up. “I wanna ride that thick north pole until I’m full of Santa’s Christmas cheer.”

Santa took her hands and sat back up at the edge of her bed, his thick cock still hard and wet, anxiously awaiting her tight, young pussy. She approached the bed and straddled his legs, positioning herself above Santa’s dick. She held onto his shoulders as she lowered herself onto his warm, hard cock. He grabbed her hips and felt his cock part her lips and slip right inside her opening. They both moaned quietly as she slid all the way down. They kissed, tongues sliding in and out of each other’s mouths. She tasted her own juices, still wet on Santa’s soft, thick beard. She wrapped her arms around his body, and started riding him, bouncing up and down on his thick, hard, ancient cock.

As they fucked, Santa broke the kiss and started sucking on Anna’s breasts, taking her hard nipples into his warm, wet mouth. She whispered to him, “Oooh, fuck me, Santa! I’ve been such a naughty girl, thinking about sucking your big candy cane. I’ve wanted this for so long, Mr. Claus.”

One of Santa’s gloved hands let go of her hip and moved around to the front of her body. He found her clit easily and started rubbing it. At first, it was almost too much for Anna and she let out a squeal. Santa rubbed softer, and she relaxed again.

“Just like that, Santa baby,” she cooed as she rode his fat old body.

Mouth still full of Anna’s breast, Santa just smiled. He kept rubbing her clit while they fucked, eager to bring her to orgasm once again.

“Fuck me, Santa, make me cum,” Anna encouraged. “Feels so good with you going up and down inside my chimney.” She’d often fantasized about this moment, thinking of all the dirty Christmas puns she could make while Santa was inside her.

Less than a minute later, Anna told Santa she was close. He rubbed her clit harder and faster now, thumb sliding back and forth as fast as his fat old fingers would go. “Cum for Santa now, Anna. Show me you’ve liked this sleigh ride, and I’ll fill your stocking with my Christmas cheer,” Santa encouraged.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I’m cumming!” Anna cried. Santa felt her pussy clench tight around his cock as she came, whole body shuddering, internet casino writhing on his cock with mindless delight.

It was too much for Santa; he’d done all he could to hold on this long. He felt the pressure building up inside his cock and knew he was seconds away. “Ooh Anna, I’m gonna cum,” he whispered.

“Cum inside me,” she begged. “Fuck me, Santa, fill me up,” she panted, still bouncing on his cock and squeezing it as hard as she could.

Santa grunted and groaned as his cock exploded, shooting load after load of his warm and sticky cum inside her fertile young pussy. His whole body shuddered as his thick, old cock shot out years of pent up cum. Anna, determined to give Santa the best orgasm she could, kept riding him, grinding her hips, squeezing him inside her.

“Empty that big old sack, Santa, baby,” she whispered, relishing the feeling of his thick cock pulsating, throbbing inside her as he shot his still-potent sperm inside her. “Ooh, fucking fill me up.”

After almost a minute of non-stop ejaculating, Santa was finally done. He collapsed backwards on the bed, exhausted and breathing heavily. Anna, with Santa’s cock still inside her, leaned forward and lay on top of his round body. She kissed him deeply on the mouth. He hugged her tight and returned the kiss.

Santa’s cock started to soften, and eventually fell out of Anna’s pussy. A flood of cum spilled out of her and onto his pants. Shortly afterwards, Santa broke the kiss and informed her, “As much as I’d like to stay, I’ve got to keep on working. I’ve still got lots of presents to give to all the other good girls and boys.”

“Mmmm, but I bet none of the gifts are as special as the one I just got,” Anna smiled as she climbed off his fat, old body.

“Ho, ho ho, I suppose not.” He sat up, tucked his now-soft cock back inside his pants, and zipped up his fly. “Now, sleep well, young one. And have a merry Christmas Day.” He tucked her into bed and silently left her room as she drifted back to sleep.

The next morning, Anna woke, fully nude, and with dried cum all around her vagina. Okay, so it definitely wasn’t an incredibly vivid dream. She cleaned herself up a little, put her pyjamas back on, and headed downstairs, where her parents and grandfather were already in the lounge room. “Morning, everyone. Merry Christmas,” she said, cheerfully. Anna sat next to her grandfather on the lounge.

Her parents distributed the gifts, making small talk. It was very low-key, but nice. Anna got some fairly expensive art supplies from her parents, and an iTunes gift card from her Grandpa. She’d given her Dad yet another book about World War II, and gave her Mom a cosmetic gift set. She’d panicked when thinking of a gift for Grandpa, so he ended up with some kind of fancy hot chocolate mix.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to get you,” she confessed.

“That’s okay, darling, I’m sure it’ll be delicious,” the kind old man reassured her.

Anna’s Dad suddenly remembered something. “Hey Dad, weren’t you going to wear that fancy new Santa outfit this morning?”

Anna was glad she was sitting down. At the back of her mind, the possibility that it was Grandpa last night had occurred to her, of course. But in the cold light of day, the reality felt a lot different to the suggestion.

“I tried it on, but it didn’t fit right, or something,” Grandpa replied. “Actually, I think it might’ve had a stain on it somehow.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” Dad replied. “I know how much you were looking forward to showing it to Anna and everything.”

“I just knew how much you like Santa, so I thought it’d be nice to surprise you,” he teased. “But Santa’s already cum and gone, so it’d be silly to wear it after Christmas morning, wouldn’t it?”

The shock hadn’t quite worn off, but Anna did her best to regain her composure. “Oh, well I appreciate the thought, Grandpa. I’m sure you would’ve looked wonderful as Santa!” Her mind raced with all kinds of thoughts. Before she knew it, she was saying one of them out loud. “Maybe after lunch, you can show me what it looks like. Who says Santa only cums once a year?” She gave her grandfather a smile. The same naughty, lustful smile he’d seen in the moonlit bedroom last night.

“That sounds like a great idea, honey,” Anna’s Dad agreed. “While your mother and I are tidying up after lunch, I think it’d be really nice for you to spend some time with your Grandpa.”

“It’s the least I can do to to make up for the crappy gift I got you,” she said to Grandpa.

Anna’s mother smiled. “I’m sorry to get all sappy, but I just love how Christmas brings families together.”

That afternoon, after lunch, Anna asked her Grandpa, “How did you know? About my …love for Santa?”

He finally explained about seeing the girls chat, and being inspired to make this Christmas one to remember. Shortly after that, the pair were once again brought together by their Christmas spirit. In Grandpa’s eyes, she’d more than made up for the disappointing gift of the drinking chocolate.

The next year, Anna and Grandpa received their Christmas gift two months early when Anna gave birth to a healthy baby girl – Holly.

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We live in what is a typical western town of the day I suppose. Big enough that you wouldn’t know everyone, yet it seemed somehow that everyone managed to know what everyone else was doing. The railroad finally reached us a few years back and moved beyond. Business was expanding faster than the sawmill could make the boards. So many new people were arriving every day there was hardly place for them. And of course along with them came the undesirables with their saloons, drinking, fights and bawdy houses. The churches tried to keep up but there was only so much that could be done other than petition the town council to keep them in the lower part of town. Not to say there wasn’t a good side. So many things we needed now came on the train. New bolts of material, furniture, and other wished for goods that we have done without for so long.

Many wonderful people arrived and new jobs were everywhere. Sam Wallace, the owner of the General Store was building on to his business. Elizabeth, his wife, is my dearest friend. She is much stronger of will and steadfastness. My husband, Thomas, an excellent carpenter, was doing the work and had more work impatiently awaiting him when that was finished. Buildings were going up faster than men and supplies were available.

We both had sons that had just finished learning their numbers and letters and would now be leaving school, ending their further education against my most ardently spoken wishes, and joining their Fathers in their business.

Oh my, I am prattling on. I believe in good faith, should I have any yet to appeal to, that I write selfishly looking for a reason, some excuse perhaps, to forgive myself, to elucidate these new feelings with some desperate hope of stifling or repressing them. I cannot continue. Yet, I fear I cannot stop them for in leisure moments from my housework, they consume me. My dear Elizabeth, my confidante, tries to console, advise, yet she has her own… aberrant feelings, velleity… I suppose, to suppress. She has grasped the cross, yet I willingly followed in our folly. Oh what our penance for our meddling.

As I have already said my husband, Tom, is putting an addition on Sam’s store. I walked down to the store taking chance of the dust and the sun with my parasol as I am fragile and fair of skin. I had need to pick up some flour and cinnamon and thought I might tarry to see my dear Elizabeth. Oh, yes, I am Anna.

I believe here I must step back and let my fingers, pen and inkwell continue this alone as my thoughts are fraught with the emotions all this has brought about. It is as best as I perceived it to have happened knowing the events as I do now.

As I came upon the dusty boardwalk it was quiet of hammering and I stepped into the front door. There wasn’t anyone about and I walked to the drygoods counter. Hearing voices from the back I walked closer and, I must make clear without intent or purpose, overheard Sam talking to my Tom.

I stepped back hearing mention of earlier sexual adventures of which I had no part and no wish to hear of. I believe I am no prude and I bear up to all of my husband’s wishes. Though I fear I did not feel the intenseness that he does, his goodness and devotion to his family has earned my most willing submission to his needs whenever he wishes. He is my husband… and admittedly I take some inner pride in acceding to and providing for his pleasure.

Yet, at the sound of them speaking of my son I stepped closer.

“Tom, them boys are growed up now. They’ll be startin work with us. They’re done with their schoolin now and I think we ought to give ’em a little celebration to make ’em men. What do you think?”

“Sam, I think Tommy’s ma would skin me alive if I figure what you’re thinking.”

“Yeah well, her and Elizabeth don’t need to know now do they. Me and you, Tommy and Jimmy, we could make a little party out of it. Play some cards, have a few drinks and I’ll get a couple girls from one of the saloons over at Carsonville. It’s a big town and nobody will much know us or them. Hell Tom, we’ll have it right here in the back room of my place after closing and dusk. I got a couple good feather beds in the loft I can bring down and put in the new store room you built. It’s still empty.”

“I don’t know Sam, I’d sure hate for Anna or Elizabeth to find out. There would sure be hell to pay. You know them two are thick as molasses. They’ll both be wantin to get them boys married off in a few years.”

“You let me take care of that Tom. We’ll set it up fer next Saturday night. Elizabeth and your Anna will be at the Women’s Club meetin.”

Anna quickly slipped out the front door and scurried to see Elizabeth.

“ELIZABETH… ELIZABETH… oh my God we have to stop this,” she cried breathlessly.

Elizabeth looked up from her kitchen table curiously as Anna hurried through the screen door.

“For heavens sake, sit down sit down. Stop what Anna?”

“Oh Liz,” she cried in a panic. “Our husbands, you won’t believe what they are about to do. Our sons, oh my God our dear babies, they are going to poker oyna get them mixed up with some saloon floozies. I overheard them at the store. It’s to be this Saturday when we are at our meeting.”

“What ever for Anna? Why would they do such a thing?”

“They said to celebrate becoming men. Oh Liz, they can’t, they just can’t. Who knows what kind of awful saloon girl they’ll get. They could get some dreadful disease or something, they’re so dirty. Oh my God Liz, we have to do something. If anyone finds out, none of the good girls will have them for husbands,” she cried as she dropped into a chair holding her head.

“Are you sure? This has to be Sam’s idea. That man. It would be like him. Oh I’m so sorry Anna. We have to think of something, someway to stop this. Our Saturday meeting is out.”

“Oh please Elizabeth, you are so good at thinking of things, what can we do?”

She clasped Anna’s hands in hers, “I’ll think of something, I promise, we won’t let this happen to our boys. I know I can outwit Sam. Look, Sam will be home soon. Go home and act as if nothing has happened. Don’t worry Anna, some how we’ll take care of this.”

Anna quickly made her way home becoming furious at her husband for allowing such a thing. No flour, no cinnamon, so no desert tonight for him. Nothing else either, she would have a terrible headache. That would be certain.

Elizabeth turned to her work, fixing the evening meal. “Well Sam my husband, you devil. What have you done?” Elizabeth thought smiling to herself. Her thighs tightened as little shivers slipped through her nicely rounded hips. “There must be some way…” a wary smile on her lips as she pondered Anna’s words. Sam was a wonderful provider, husband and Father, yet she knew, there was something more… missing.

Sam closed up the store and went home. Soon enough his mercantile would be twice the size with Tom’s good work. It would be as big as the ones at Carsonville. Which reminded him of what he needed to do.

“LIZ, ELIZABETH, I’m home dumplin. What we got fer supper tonight? I’m so hungry I could bite a runnin heifer right in th..”

“SAM… NOT ANOTHER WORD IN THIS HOUSE!”

“Now, did you have a good day?” she asked giving him a peck on the cheek. She wiped her hands and finished setting the table.

“Good enough.” Sam grunted, thinking a man can’t say a word in his own home.

“We’re having some white beans, sweet cornbread, ham bits, green onions and some fried potatoes. I’ve made a rhubarb-strawberry pie for desert. Jimmy should be in soon. Go yell for him and I’ll finish up here.”

Sam grunted and pushed his way back from the table. He just couldn’t get over how Liz could put together somethin so good. Never figured what such a good lookin woman seen in him. Her long dark curls hiding naturally tan skin. He shook his head to clear the obvious salacious thoughts nudging in at the corners.

“Jimmy, you’ll have to mind the store for awhile tomorrow. I have to run in to Carsonville to look at some new hardware.”

“Sam, I’ll ride with you. I want to look at some things that we should probably stock in the store when Tom is finished with it.”

“Well, we’ll get there and you can go north and I’ll head south and meet up back at the wagon.”

“Oh yeah, this Saturday me and Tom and the boys are goin to go huntin while you women are at your meeting.”

The evening passed and Elizabeth hurried to Anna’s early the next morning after Sam went to open the store.

“Anna, Anna,” Liz breathed in hushed tones. “Listen, as awful as this is don’t say no right away and talk me out of it. I’ve been all night over this and I’ve convinced myself I can do it. Don’t get moralistic on me. This is not the time. The Lord knows I’ll have my days in purgatory over this. We will have to compromise our virtue but I just don’t know of any other way. I’ve worried over it all night. It will be just terrible but I don’t know what else to do. Just hear me out and if you have a better idea, please please tell me of it.”

“Sam is going to Carsonville today and I know while he is there he is going to arrange for some of those trollops to spoil our sons. I’m going with him and will espy to see who they are. Then before we return I will slip away and beseech them to keep the payment Sam has made and not to come.”

“But, but Liz, the men will be expecting them to arrive Saturday evening. What will happen?”

“Anna… sit down, please… listen, please. Do you really want to stop this? To stop our husbands from getting some saloon girls for our sons?”

“Yes, yes, Liz we must. We can’t let them do this.”

“And you’re willing to do anything we must to stop them?”

“Yes, yes I will.”

“Then the girls will come Anna. They will surely come, but it will be us.”

“What? What ever do you mean Liz? How do you mean it will be us?”

Elizabeth grasped Anna’s hands, “Us, Anna, us, you and I, it will be us.”

“But, they will know, and we can’t… oh no Liz… how? I don’t understand.”

Liz squeezed tighter and closed canlı poker oyna her eyes, “Anna, we will disguise ourselves and we will take their place.”

“ELIZABETH, NO… You mean… us… our sons? No… oh no Liz, oh my God, I can’t, we can’t. We’ll just tell them, no, they can’t, I won’t allow it. We simply cannot allow it. I will put my foot down. How could you think of such a thing?”

“Anna, oh Anna would it be so easy to just tell them, but then they will just sneak away when we don’t know. Or they will take the boys to Carsonville with them. They’re men and we can’t stop them if they insist on doing it. We only have our wiles to outwit them. It’s all we have Anna. We must.”

“Listen Anna, if you agree, I will be with Tommy, you’ll have be with my Jimmy. We’ll wear disguises and talk in a low whisper or something for our voices. We’ll try not to say much. Oh Anna, I just don’t know of another way so soon and you are the only one I would ever trust my little Jimmy with. I promise I will be so careful with Tommy. Oh Anna, I just don’t know of anything else to do. Please, help think of something else. There is so little time.”

Elizabeth bowed her head as tears slipped down her cheeks and her shoulders trembled with her sobs. Anna quickly held her to share her distress. Elizabeth knew she must take care to have Anna share in her scheme. It would be the only way to trust her silence. The imagining of being with Tommy, gave her little goose bumps and tingles inside.

“Oh Liz, I’m so sorry. I am so sorry. You have struggled with this and I have been of no help. It’s just, oh I don’t know how I will be able… how shall I face the day. How shall I face Jimmy when he is here? But I will, I must, we must. Dear Elizabeth, somehow, I will make myself do this, for our sons. What can I do to help?”

Elizabeth looked up dabbing at her eyes, `”Disguises, make us disguises Anna, while I am in Carsonville with Sam. Something to cover our eyes and noses, most of our faces. I’ll slip us some net stockings and gaudy material from the stock to make us a quick wrap. That with some make-up and we’ll look like a couple tawdry strumpets. Hopefully it will be dark enough in the back of the store… well, we have to hope. They won’t expect us until after dark anyway.”

“I have to hurry back. Sam should be ready to leave by now.”

They hugged tightly, conspiratorially, for better or worse, they had now set out upon a course.

Elizabeth fairly wished to skip with delight back to her home sure that she had Anna’s assent.

Later in the day Anna once more walked to the mercantile for the flour and cinnamon. The thought of Jimmy being there while Liz and Sam were in Carsonville escaped her.

Her hand trembled and her stomach did little flips as she looked at Jimmy over the counter. He was a young, strong handsome boy much like her Tommy. She tried hopelessly to push from her thoughts the upcoming day. On her way home her heart beat wildly and she near fainted realizing that she would have to… with Liz’s son. But as her dear friend said, there was no other way.

Elizabeth was careful, acted the indignant Mother and had little problem talking the Madam that Sam had engaged into keeping the money and not sending any girls. When she returned home she pulled the material from the store stock to make the dresses. Anna had made the masks of black material to cover their eyes, nose and upper part of their face leaving only the mouth and cheeks easily visible. The blouses tied in the front and the skirts were full and loose such that they needn’t be removed to accomplish their mission.

The week wore on with Anna trying to put it out of her mind, yet as both Elizabeth and Anna lay in bed at night, each could not completely shut out the thoughts of being intimate with the boys. Wondering how they would react or feel. How they would live with it. One with anticipation, one with dread.

Sam called Tom down from the rafters and told him it was all set up for Saturday evening just at dusk. He should bring Tommy over with their hunting rifles and he would close the shutters on the store and have everything ready.

Saturday evening Anna sat on her porch dreading what she knew she must do. After pacing the porch many times and darkness approaching she went to Elizabeth.

“Elizabeth, I’m sorry, I can’t do this, oh I just can’t.”

Elizabeth with her heart sinking took her hand, “Come with me, come in here.”

She took her to her bedroom and quickly slipped out of her clothes as Anna looked away. Anna had always thought of Elizabeth as being so lovely, with the long legs and height so many women wished for. While Anna was petite, not quite thin, but slight. Liz pulled on the skirt, slipped her arms in the loose blouse and tied it low in the front so her breasts fairly swung loose, pendulously, as she was well endowed with large well rounded breasts. She then slipped the mask on that Anna had worked so hard over. She put some make up on far darker and heavier than she ever would normally have done. A ribbon quickly internet casino tied her hair up with a much darker piece woven in.

“Anna, Anna look, look at me.”

“Oh my God, oh Elizabeth, I don’t believe I would ever recognize you, especially in dim light. Not if I didn’t suspect. Oh my God, you look like… oh Liz,” she laughed, “You look like one of those girls.”

“ANNA, that’s the idea remember? Now come here and I will help you get ready.”

Giggling they quickly slipped Anna from her things and dressed her in much the same fashion. Looking in the mirror they did indeed look fairly unrecognizable.

“Oh Liz, I’m afraid my breasts just aren’t quite up to yours.”

“Oh Anna, I’ve always thought you’re just lovely. You’re so petite and pretty.”

Liz flipped out Anna’s blouse lightly ruffling the edges as her fingertips brushed across her nipple.

“Anna, you have these… My God Anna, you have really large nipples. Just leave your blouse loose and remember to bend over and twist around enough so they keep trying to see them instead of looking more closely at us.”

“Anna, we have to cover your light hair. Here, let me pull this dark piece on and weave it in abit. Here, a touch of perfume behind our ears and between our breasts and we’re ready. Oh, wait, just wait one moment. We have a little time yet.”

Elizabeth ran from the room and returned with two large glasses of amber liquid.

“This is some of Sam’s best bourbon. Drink it. I know I know Anna, don’t even… just drink it. This drink is to be the least of our sins and will be sorely needed.”

Lips turned to a grimace as they both forced the burning liquid down feeling it quickly warm their insides.

They hugged each other tightly for a moment and Elizabeth whispered trying to keep the excitement out of her voice, “Okay Anna, it’s time, it’s dark. We can do it. Be strong.”

Hands clasped tightly with each other they walked the short distance to the General Store, both feeling an unknown excitement, Elizabeth’s, an excitement of the adventure.

The men and boys had been playing some cards and drinking for about an hour or more. Several other friends had joined them to celebrate.

“Here they are,” Sam grinned. “Tom, go let them in afore anyone sees them.”

Opening the door Tom ushered them quickly into the dark store.

“Well, you two girls look good, real good. What’s with the getup?”

Elizabeth quickly stepped forward allowing Anna to slip a little behind her.

Elizabeth whispered in a low voice, “We work over in Carsonville, but that doesn’t mean we live there now does it? So, we like a little disguise. Besides… a little mystery will make it nicer… Now, where are these two young boys you want us to make men of?”

“Well, they’re in back, come on in.”

“We are here just for the boys and really must get back.”

“Uh… here… hey boys, Sam, come in here.”

They all came pouring through the counter batwings.

Anna and Elizabeth stepped back, “Wait, who are all these, no… no, just the two young men.

“Hey boys,” Sam hollered, waving his arms. “Now this is just fer Tommy and Jimmy. Let’s not scare off the nice young ladies. You all go back a playin cards. We’ll be right there.”

“Here ladies, this here one is Tommy and this one is Jimmy. Here girls have a drink. This is some of the finest whiskey in these parts. Good bourbon from Kentucky itself. Not that stuff they sell over in the saloon.”

Elizabeth and Anna looked at each other and quickly took big drinks drawing tears to their eyes.

Elizabeth whispered smiling seductively, “Well now, you two look like a couple big strong men, not a couple little boys like they described you to be.”

“Okay, we been awaitin for you so lets get these boys goin,” Sam laughed putting his hand out to steady himself on the store counter.

The women glanced at each other and took deep breaths both grateful for the darkness and the warm feeling of the alcohol coursing through their blood and now relaxing them. They knew there was no way they could have gone this far without the help of the strong drink they had both had.

Anna was feeling slightly dizzy and held onto Elizabeth’s arm to steady herself.

Jimmy looked at Tommy, “Hey, I want the tall one with the big titties.”

Tommy laughed, “I don’t care, I like the little one. She’s just my size.”

Anna looked at Elizabeth with sudden panic in her eyes, her hand squeezing painfully into Elizabeth’s.

“Aw come on boys,” Elizabeth whispered in a low husky murmur. “I like Tommy there. I bet he could really make me sing.”

She stepped closer and rubbed her breasts against his arm her lips nuzzling his throat as she pulled him away, “Come on Tommy, I think I can take care of that big problem you have there.”

“No Ma’am, I mean, I think you’re really nice but Jimmy wants you and that suits me cause I kinda have a yearnin for the little one there.”

“Well, that settles it,” grinned Tom as he stepped in and took Elizabeth’s arm and gently pulled her toward Jimmy. You and Jimmy can go over to that side of the store. Ole Sam has you all set up. Tommy and little missy here can use the new store room right over there. Sam has things set up in there.”

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