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“Strip and kneel over there,” Emily ordered, pointing at the carpet. “Don’t worry, I’ll have returned before you know it.”

She tiptoed from the room swiftly. I unzipped my slinky dress and stepped out of it. We had gone out for a meal and all evening, I had been willing for us to go home so I could be under her skilful fingers again. Even though she was the most charismatic person I had ever met, that could not outdo her stimulating touch.

I kicked off my ankle boots and wiggled out of my tights. They had been killing me. My toes were numb with pain. Maybe I could ask Emily to massage them for me. I imagined her hands working them and my feet shivered in excitement. Why was she taking so long?

Yes, I wasn’t wearing underwear. I had wanted it to be as convenient as possible if she was going to finger me under the table. Unfortunately, it hadn’t happened.

I quickly knelt on the floor and placed my hands on my knees. Her footsteps clapped on the laminate floor and padded onto the carpet.

“Mia, close your eyes.”

I obeyed her as she walked around the room.

“Open them.”

She was standing in front of me in gloriously strappy lingerie. I reached out to touch her. She slapped me hard across the face.

“NO, BITCH! Let’s get one thing straight. I let you take advantage of me yesterday so I think it’s fair that I get some payback. This time I make the rules. You follow my instructions TO THE LETTER or I shall have to punish you! Understand?”

I nodded, my eyes full of tears.

“No crying!”

She walked over to her wardrobe in high poker oyna black stilettos and flung the doors open. She pulled out whips, chains, cuffs, some lube and a bottle of water.

“I think I should show you what happens to bad sluts like the one right in front of me.”

I felt instantly scared of what she would do to me but my pussy was growing wet because of it too.

“How dare you get wet in front of me!”

She pushed me onto my back with her sharp heels and then rolled me over onto my back. My perky arse twitched at the thought of what would happen next.

“Shall I explain this to you again? Because I don’t think you heard it the first time. No twitching. No getting wet. No coming, no touching me or yourself, no screaming, no crying, NO ANYTHING without my permission.”

Emily unscrewed the cap off the bottle of water and poured it over my backside. I heard the crack of the whip as it came down hard on my ass and I struggled not to yelp or writhe around. The whip then slithered down the crack of my arse and slapped the insides of my thighs, causing them to burn red. I bit my tongue to stop myself from squealing. She grunted in pleasure and dropped the whip.

“I will never do that to you again as long as you do what I say,” she promised as she dragged me onto the bed.

Emily pulled my tummy onto her lap and felt the sensitive cheeks of my ass. All of the pain I had just experienced was worth it to feel her hands upon me. But I was not about to displease her again.

She pulled my buttocks closer and fingered my anus. I was about to drip yet canlı poker oyna I tensed my clitoris so that none of it spilt out.

“Go on then. Let it trickle into my lap.”

I relaxed, letting it spurt all over her legs. She cupped her hands underneath the leakage and when I was finished she lapped it up, even sucking the remaining drops.

“Good girl. Take off my underwear.”

After sitting up, I untangled the straps holding her cleavage in place and pinched her nipples. She reared backwards so that I almost fell head-first off the bed. I had to grasp the bedsheets.

“Did I say you could touch me?” she asked angrily.

Setting myself upright, I tugged her bra off her shoulders. Nodding satisfactorily, she wriggled out of her crotchless panties.

Using the palm of her hand, she pushed me by the forehead, making my head rest peacefully on the downy pillow.

“Make yourself comfortable,” she instructed as she stroked my hips.

Emily climbed onto the bed and sat on my mouth. The musky scent of her clit and arsehole almost made me break her rules, but remembering what she said earlier, I managed to resist.

“Eat it until there’s nothing left,” she snarled.

My mouth dug into her slit.

“Come on, you whore, you can do better than that,” she teased me, slapping my breasts.

I decided I would prove myself to her. Clutching the orbs of her butt, I leaned into her, using my tongue to play with her. Her clitoris bloomed in front of me and I sucked hard on it. Then, when I knew I had her, I bit it. She shrieked in orgasm, her internet casino thighs tightening around my ears, juices gushing. It surged into my open mouth and I guzzled it happily.

I pulled her downwards to taste her jiggling ass that I had been waiting for. Droplets of her cum still dribbled down onto my tongue. Her anus was tight and welcomed my drooling mouth. Because of how wet it was, I just finger fucked her without lube. The hole clenched and unclenched as she bounced against my fingers and mouth. My other arm was flailing so she pressed the heels of her shoes on my wrist. She was still in control.

Suddenly she stood up- making my wrist throb- and jumped off the bed. She looked like she was deep in concentration.

“Did I do something wrong?” I whispered. I had broken the rules.

“No. You did exactly what I wanted. I am very proud. Which is why I am going to give you what you want.” She was smiling sweetly.

My pussy tingled at the thought.

Emily grabbed the cuffs and the lube from the table. Using the cuffs, she tightly buckled my wrists to the bedposts. She squirted a puddle of lube into her hands and massaged it gently into my neglected clit. I saw her walk into the light of the moon, feeling in her box for a sex toy. A huge pink strap-on was removed. It was so massive, I felt certain it would not fit inside me. But the idea of her trying was enough to make me weak at the knees.

Emily strode towards me confidently, attaching it to each of her legs.

It was finally going to happen. She would go down on me.

Screaming, she leapt onto me on all fours. The rubbery dick wedged itself into me, stretching my cervix. Cum spat up the shaft of her “cock”, splattering her crotch in the milky liquid. I was in heaven and the stars were shining in my eyes.

“Good girl,” Emily purred.

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I retired from the Air Force and was bumming around Montana and getting bored. The jobs in the area were not much to brag about either. One day I was reading an article in the paper about how the economy was read hot in Colorado at the time and jobs in the city area were paying big money and they couldn’t get enough people. This resulted in the ski areas, with their very low wages and higher cost of living not being able to get workers.

I had always wanted to ski Colorado and having nothing better to do I made a few internet applications via a public library computer. I closed out and went home and my phone was ringing. In minutes I had a job at Winter Park Colorado. I packed what I needed and stored the rest at a friend’s place and headed for Colorado.

I liked it all just fine, I enjoyed my job, the skiing, and beautiful countryside. Only thing I wasn’t enjoying was the lack of human touch. I was quite a bit older than most of the crowd in the area. Unattached women my age were rare and men as well. Going to my usual gay internet meet up sites did not provide one person.

I did meet on line a few guys from the Denver area. This was Ok but, it was a considerable drive to Denver and at times storms closed the highway plus, I had to work the weekends. I also had two roommates that really were not gay friendly.

After some time though I did manage to meet Tim. We chatted via the net and after some nice conversations he asked me to meet him at a hot springs place that was between our towns.

When we met he matched his description and seemed very nice.

Inside it was unique. Very old and tunnels had been hand dug long ago back into the mountain and pools dug to collect the hot water. But, the place was divided and men and women were separated and swim suits were not allowed for some reason in the tunnel pools. Now nudity does not bother me a bit, in fact I enjoy it.

What I didn’t like were poker oyna all the signs around the men’s tunnels saying “Inappropriate conduct will result in police being called and violators being banned from the property.” Well, last thing I wanted was to be arrested and I was a bit nervous doing anything. By now I was use to sucking cock and being sucked and had done it in bedrooms, living rooms, a vehicles, and ABS booths. But, this was different.

Well, we tried to play in the tunnels but, there were just to many guys walking in and out and sitting in our pool. Later Tim and I went back to the locker room area to cool down. There were a few benches just outside the door and Tim sat on an upper bench and I the lower. We were covered with towels but, Tim was growing hard and it was difficult to hide.

At one point he whispered “please suck me” and he had peeled back his towel and his cock was just inches from my face. I couldn’t help myself and wrapped my lips around it and moved it back and forth in my mouth. I can’t say however than I was enjoying because I was so worried about getting caught.

To reinforce that Tim tapped me on the shoulder and I got off his cock and sat down and Tim covered up. Just as the door opened from the tunnels and a guy walked out. Tim spotted him through the fogged up window coming towards us. After a few minutes I started sucking him again but, not very much and I stopped an again sat down. Two seconds later someone we didn’t know was there came around the corner. I told Tim I just couldn’t do it there and he agreed we should stop.

The dumb thing was in the parking lot I said to Tim “Shame they don’t have private steam rooms.” Tim said, “Oh they have them, I didn’t think you would want to rent one.” I had to laugh and get mad but, I let it go. We agreed to try and meet up again soon.

Soon was a few months later. It was my Saturday and Tim just happened to have the day off and his canlı poker oyna wife was working in Denver. Tim invited me to his house, the roads were clear, it was sunny, and off I went.

Getting to his house Tim invited me upstairs to his office. As of late we had been chatting on the net about a gay web site that streamed live guys having sex, now this wasn’t one of those pay to watch pros do it. This was regular guys that linked in. He was showing me this on his puter as he sat in a chair and after a few minutes I was rubbing my cock through my pants just a few inches from his face.

He was nice enough to reach over, unzip my pants and reach in and pull out my cock and give it a few courtesy sucks. He didn’t do it long, just enough to get my hard. Then he asked “want to put on a show?” and he clicked some things on the site and next thing I know I was looking at the two of us on his computer screen. There was a side bar saying how many people were watching us.

We both quickly stripped and I got on my knees and took his cock in my mouth. I had seen and sucked enough cocks to not have that impression of it being 10 inches long and three inches thick. Tim sure wasn’t that but, as someone said “it look like a big limb on a small tree.” Tim was about 5′ 10″ and very thin, I won’t guess his weight. His cock just seemed really long.

As I sucked him I would glance out the corner of my eye and look at the screen at what we were doing. Now, this was when streaming was a bit new and the images did move smoothly but, in sort of skipping motion and seemed to be five seconds behind.

I have to admit it was a real turn on to look out the corner of my eye and see Tim’s cock in my mouth. Just to give everyone a good show I took him all the way down and held it for a few seconds. Then slowly worked it back out. I even took my time sticking my tongue way out and ran it up the bottom of his cock. Even stopping and holding internet casino it so it wouldn’t appeared blurry to everyone watching.

This went on for a while me putting on a show for those watching at home. But, after some time I got down to business on Tim. I ran my tongue around the head, even made Tim jump when I nibbled the very head just for the fun of it and I deep throated him a few times too.

All this time I was nude on my knees and jerking my cock. Tim noticed and began to talk dirty to me. He was the first and most aggressive and it really turned me on. “Yeah, jerk that cock you fucking slut” Tim said and several other nice dirty things.

I wasn’t close to ready but, it was all too much for Tim and he grunted a few times and I felt his cock swell and I got my salty reward! I even managed to even pull my mouth back and let the last squirt hit my face for all the people that were watching us.

Tim was a bit spent for the moment and he announced “it is your turn” and I rose. Just as I got to my feet the phone rang. Tim looked at the caller I.D. and picked it up and said “hello honey” so, I knew it was most likely his wife.

He hung up and said “that was my wife, she got off early and is heading home. She will be here in about twenty.” That often seemed to be our rotten luck. We had two meetings stopped by blizzards and now a wife that gets off early.

As I dressed I asked how many people had watched us. I forget the number but it was over a thousand.

We talked for a few minutes but, I couldn’t hang around long. We agreed to try and meet up again some time, some place.

I had not cum and it was long drive back to Winter Park with my balls aching. I got home and I had a few hours before the roommates wouldn’t be in for a few hours.

I needed release and laid backed and jerked off thinking of Tim and all the guys that had watched me suck his cock online. I managed to paint the wall behind my head board I came so hard.

I would meet up with Tim again and it would be more successful.

The writer is a bi-sexual want to be author. He appreciates constructive criticism.

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The red LED display of the clock eliminated the room with a red glow, informing Angelina that it was now getting close to 3am.

She let out a big sigh, worry had been slowing fill her up since midnight. Her only son, Trevor, had gone out clubbing and was bound to be pissed. Angelina always worried when he was out drinking, the longer she had to wait for him to return, the more worried she got.

The red glow was beginning to annoy her, so she turned over in her bed, looking to the empty space in her bed where her husband should be sleeping. He had left a few months before; with some slut he had met on a stag night for one of his friends, leaving Angie all alone to raise their son.

She let out another sigh, this time because of the heat; it was stiflingly hot, sweat glistened on her brow. She wiped her forehead with her arm and ran her fingers through her brown, shoulder-length hair.

Finally she gave up. ‘I’ll never get to sleep in this heat’ she thought bitterly to herself, trying to forget her worries about her son. Thoughts of where he could be pestered her mind; collapsed in some ally way or ditch, shagging some dirty slut, maybe even injured from a fight!

She forced these thoughts to the back of her mind and climbed out of bed.

She picked up a grey strappy tank top and some white shorts to put on, as she had been sleeping naked, due to the heat, and walked groggily to the bathroom, her head lolling on her shoulders.

After going to the toilet and dabbing her body with cold water, she brushed her teeth, watching herself in the mirror, proud of her beautiful, slim body. She tied her hair into loose ponytail on the top of her head, loose hair around the sides and front hung down around her face, framing her beautiful brown eyes.

She was just finishing preening when she heard footsteps slowly thudding up the stairs. She paused momentarily, panicking, before she realised it would be Trevor, and then finished checking herself in the mirrors.

After applying her makeup, including a vivid red poker oyna lipstick that she loved wearing, she left the bathroom. She immediately noticed that the light had been left on, as well as the light in Trevor’s room. She clicked the light switch in the hall and sighed to herself again, fed up of doing everything, when Trevor never lifted a finger to help.

She pushed the door to his room open, intending on complaining finally, but he was already asleep, lying on top of his bed covers in grey boxer shorts and a white t-shirt.

Her hand reached for the light, but before she clicked it she paused with shock.

Poking out the side of Trevor’s boxer shorts was the tip of his stiff cock, pink and glistening slightly; it appeared to be nearly fully erect, twitching every so often. Angie was completely frozen on the spot, unable to move, staring at Trevor’s cock.

Deep inside her she felt a heat begin to rise, burning her insides. Inside her head, many voices were all shouting at her what to do; she was confused, more than she had ever been in her life.

She crept forward towards the bed a couple of steps, before doubt shouted different instructions inside her head; she stopped again. Then the voices changed and she took another couple of steps forward.

Within a few steps from his bed she stopped and stared, biting her lip, her eyes travelling from his head, down to his cock and back to his head. Without thinking about it, one of Angie’s hands had slid slowly into her white shorts and began gently touching her pussy slowly; it was soaking wet, and she quivered at just the slightest touch.

After struggling for over 5 minutes, she moved up to the side of Trevor’s’ bed, and perched on it gently, careful to not wake him. She stared at the outline of his hard cock beneath the grey fabric, her hand still gently touching her pussy lightly.

Deciding to test how heavily he was sleeping, she placed a hand on his thigh and gave it a light shake. He grunted and continued to sleep, so she poked and shook his thigh canlı poker oyna slightly more vigorously, but got the same result.

Her hand then slip onto the outline of his hard cock and outlined it with her fingers, Angie letting out a tiny gasp at the size of it. It was at least 5 inches long and 2 inches thick, and as Angie cupped it, she felt sure it wasn’t totally erect.

She continued to caress the cock through the grey fabric, it occasionally twitching, until she couldn’t handle it anymore. She stood up, and walked round to the other side of the bed, so she had some more room, and knelt on the bed beside him.

She carefully gripped the leg of his boxer shorts between her fingers, and slowly peeled it back, allowing his cock to stand up. Now she could see it in its full, throbbing glory, she gasped again; it was even bigger than she thought and was glistened with pre-cum.

She lowered her mouth down slowly, breathing heavily, patiently easing her mouth around his cock. She then gently closed her lips around it and, using her tongue, slowly slid down it, pealing the foreskin back slowly.

She sucked it gently as she began to move up and down it, her tongue eagerly lapping all over it, pausing momentarily when she reach the head, before sliding back down it. The smell of it was intoxicating to her, driving her mad, as the taste made her want to devour the entire thing; she gobbled at it, licking and sucking on every inch of his cock, occasionally slurping loudly on it.

Trevor was dead to the world, even with his mom sucking his cock so expertly, he continued to sleep, grunting and groaning randomly as the pleasure his cock was feeling got too much.

Angie now wanted nothing more than to taste her son’s cream. She pumped her mouth up and down his hard cock, desperate for him to spray his cum into her mouth. Deciding to try and increase his pleasure, she then slid the cock out of her eager mouth and began to pump the long shaft with her right hand, while the left cupped his balls as she began to internet casino nuzzle and suck on them.

Her plan seemed to be working, as his deep breathing got heavier and faster, she took one last taste of his nuts, before paying all her attention to his shaft. She grabbed it with both hands and pumped up and down as fast as she could, panting desperately.

As his cock began to twitch madly in her hands, she knew he was close; she sucked his cock into her mouth again and deep throated it, holding it deep in her throat for as long as she could before sucking up and down as fast as she could.

Suddenly Trevor grunted loudly and she felt his cum spraying deep into her awaiting mouth. Her tongue lapped at his cock as it shot load after load into her mouth.

Angie sucked as hard as she could on the cock, dribbling his cum all over his cock, before licking it all up again off his glistening cock, she then treated his nuts to the same service, before swallowing every drop of it, gasping in please as it oozed down her throat.

She stared at the rapidly softening cock, unbelieving what she had just done. She had just committed taboo, indulging herself in what should have been forbidden to her. This was likely to be the opening of the flood gates for her, she was desperately Horney and now she knew how to get a young cock.

As she sat there, staring at her only child she thought to her ‘I’ve performed a sexual act on my own 18 year old son, while he is asleep, and i fucking enjoyed it. Does that make me sick?’ she knew the answer would not be to her liking, but she didn’t care.

Finally realising she was sitting on her son’s bed, while his cock was out, she slid his boxers back into position, giving his cock a final little lick, and left his room.

In the hall she stood, leaning on the door, letting the images of what she had done fill her mind. The burning inside her was burning every part of her now, she knew she could not resist if the chance came up again, she had enjoyed it too much.

After thinking for a good half hour she whispered out loud to her ‘next time, my son, I am getting that delicious cock inside me.’ She smiled and then walked to her bedroom, knowing that she would not stop masturbating for the next few hours.

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Mindy Cooper was a very happy camper.

In the waning days of her junior year in high school, the pretty little eighteen year old had ended up in bed with her own mother. It had been an intense and incredible experience for them both and so they had naturally been hoping to start doing it just as often as humanly possible. That nice little fantasy died a quick death when they realized how little time they had to spend together without her father underfoot, not to mention how much time Mindy would have to spend cramming for her final exams.

It had been torture for the two women to have to settle for just an occasional kiss and grope when nobody was looking when what they really wanted to do was spend whole days and nights in bed bringing each other to heights of ecstacy neither had ever imagined possible, but they soldiered through and persevered.

School was out for the summer now though and that meant that Mindy and her mother would be able to fool around all day! Or at least from when her father left to go to work until he came home late in the afternoon. Still, that was a solid eight or nine hours a day, five days a week that they would be able to spend together doing whatever they liked without anybody knowing anything about it.

It would just be downright greedy to ask for more and, considering some of the more strenuous things she had planned for the older woman, one or both of them would probably end up being hospitalized for exhaustion if they had any more time to devote to each other.

Mindy went to bed very early the night before that first day she was going to get to spend alone with her mother, expecting the next day to be very long but exquisitely pleasurable. She had been a little concerned that the anticipation that had been steadily building up inside her over the last few days might keep her from getting a good night’s sleep, but she slept soundly and deeply with a sweet little smile on her face as she dreamed of making love to her own mother.

Mindy had carefully set her alarm and woke up before dawn the next morning so that she wouldn’t lose a single precious second of her time with Mom. Having been able to watch it for almost her entire life, the teenager was very familiar with her parent’s morning routine and she timed it precisely so that she would be ready to jump into the other woman’s arms just as soon as her father walked out the door.

That morning she perfectly carried out the schedule she had so painstakingly devised and almost skipped with playful glee as she hurried into the kitchen. Experience told her that this was when her father should be leaving for the factory he worked at and she wanted the chance to say goodbye to him and maybe give him a quick hug or a little kiss on the cheek before she spent most of the day having sex with his wife.

She skidded to a stop however when she entered the kitchen and found her mother there all alone, standing at the stove and cooking what looked like some kind of soup. Even worse, she found a scowl on the other woman’s face that looked equal parts frustrated and annoyed.

Mindy was very worried indeed now. Where was her father and why on earth was her mother looking so upset?

“Mom?” Mindy was unable to hide the nervous quavering in her voice.

The older woman glanced at her, then heaved a long-suffering sigh and returned her attention to the stove. With a sad shake of her head, she informed her little girl in a soft, defeated voice, “Your father isn’t going to work today, honey.”

Mindy gave her a surprised and confused look. How could he not be going to work? This was the day the two women had been looking forward to for a couple of months now so he absolutely had to go to work today.

“It looks like he’s caught that bug that’s going around,” her mother explained quietly. “He’s already called in sick today.”

The teenager just stared as she tried to understand what her mother was telling her.

Dad wasn’t going to work today . . . He was going to be staying home . . . He would be there all day . . . He would be underfoot and in the way all day . . . She and her Mom weren’t going to be able to get naked and sweaty . . .

Mindy groaned and said a few choice words under her breath, but obviously loud enough for her mother to hear. “Mindy! You know I don’t want you using that sort of language! And you certainly may not call your father such names.”

The older woman sighed and looked her daughter in the eye. “Look, I’m just as upset about this as you are, but it’s not like he’s messing up our plans on purpose.” A rueful smile touched her lips then as she reflected on what they two women had hoped to spend the day doing. Had her husband known that his wife and daughter were plotting to launch themselves into a frenzy of lesbian lovemaking the moment he was out the door, he most certainly would have gone out of his way to try to stop them from violating the incest taboo. “It’s not like he asked to get sick.”

“No, but guys are such wimps,” Mindy complained in a harsh voice, unmoved by her mother’s poker oyna defense of her father. “He’s probably got a little case of the sniffles, right? And yet he’ll be in there moaning and complaining like he’s got a severe case of pneumonia! One little cough and he thinks he’s at death’s door!”

“Mindy . . .”

The girl turned away quickly, hugging herself. She suspected that she was overreacting just a little and blowing this situation all out of proportion, but wasn’t that the prerogative of a teenager? They had spent so long denying themselves, fighting with all their will power to keep from saying or doing anything that might reveal their secret new relationship, looking forward to the day when they would finally be able to let loose, only to have her father unknowingly flush all those plans right down the toilet.

One part of Mindy kept trying to tell her that this just meant that it would be one or two more days of waiting, that they would end up in bed and making all of their dreams and fantasies come true soon enough. Unfortunately though, the rest of her kept pointing out what a torture all that waiting had been and that if she didn’t find her way into her mother’s arms very soon she would surely suffer a catastrophic meltdown.

The two women were distracted from their drama by the sound of a ringing bell coming from the master bedroom.

Turning a startled and disbelieving look on her mother, Mindy demanded, “You let him have the bell?!”

The other woman just shrugged helplessly. “He asked for it, honey. He said he needed some way to get my attention if he needed something and I was somewhere else in the house. I just couldn’t come up with a good reason not to let him have it.”

Mindy groaned and turned away again even as her mother hurried off to see what her husband wanted.

That little bell had made it’s first appearance back when Mindy herself was just a little girl and had come down with a case of the chicken pox. Her mother had spent most of the time she was sick hovering over her in any case, but she had also given her a little silver bell and told her to ring it if she needed something on those occasions when her mother wasn’t with her. Mindy couldn’t remember having ever actually used the bell, but it had become traditional for ir to appear by her bedside whenever she got sick.

As a reminder of how much her mother loved and cared for her, how hard she was working to make her feel better, it had always been sort of comforting for her to be able to see that bell sitting there when she was sick and feeling miserable. She had never before heard of either of her parents using it when they got sick and so she had come to accept it as something that was unique to her.

Mindy was feeling a little disillusioned by the thought that just anybody could have her bell.

She stopped then as something new occurred to her.

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After rushing out of the kitchen, hurrying across the house, and taking the stairs two at a time, Angela Cooper burst breathlessly into the master bedroom.

Sitting up in the bed against a mound of pillows with the sheets pulled up close around him, the wastebasket she had positioned nearby earlier already overflowing with used Kleenex, David Cooper was the very picture of misery. He had been just about to ring the bell again when his wife arrived and so it was only now that he set it back down.

“Angela? Is that you?”

He spoke in what sounded to his wife like a pathetic, needy whine that she knew was going to get irritating very quickly. Men could be such babies when they got sick and, considering how she had been expecting to spend this day, she really didn’t think she’d be able to summon up much patience for it this time.

“Of course, it is, dear. What do you need?”

“I thought you were going to make me some chicken soup,” he wheezed hopelessly. “You didn’t forget, did you?”

“I just left to make it a couple of minutes ago, dear,” she reminded him. “I can’t just wave a magic wand and make it appear out of thin air. It’ll be done soon and I’ll bring it right up to you.”

“All right, honey,” he nodded with a pathetic little cough, appeased. “It’s just that I’m feeling really sick this morning . . .”

“I know, dear.”

“. . . but I’m sure some of your famous homemade chicken soup will make me feel much better.”

“Actually it’s going to be condensed soup out of a can.”

He just stared at her for a long moment, uncertain if he had heard her right, not even noticing that his nose was running. “You’re not making me some of your famous homemade chicken soup?”

“Not unless you want to wait all day for this soup while I defrost some chicken and run to the store for half of the ingredients.”

He sagged back disappointedly into the pile of pillows, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his pajama top.

“Condensed soup will be fine, dear,” she reassured him.

“Homemade would be better,” he countered, coughing again as he sulked.

“Yes, dear,” answered his long suffering canlı poker oyna wife. “I’ll bring it right up just as soon as it’s ready.”

“Okay.” He no longer seemed especially eager to get this meal, but at least he remembered his manners. “Thank you, honey.”

“You’re welcome.”

His nose was running again and he caught the way his wife cringed when he raised his arm to wipe his nose on his sleeve again. “What?”

‘Kleenex!” she pointed towards the freshly opened box that sat on the bed right next to him.

He looked dumbly at the box and then at his sleeve and then smiled sheepishly as understanding finally set in. “Oh, yeah. Sorry.”

She groaned and turned to leave, knowing she had to get back to the kitchen to tend to the soup she was preparing.

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Mindy was just standing at the stove and innocently stirring the soup when her mother returned, but the older woman was worried nonetheless when she saw the proverbial ‘cat who ate the canary’ sort of smile on her face.

Crossing her arms, Angela considered her suspiciously. “All right,” she said at length. “What’s going through that head of yours?”

Mindy didn’t look up from the soup she was tending to. “Well, something just occurred too me . . .”

“Yes?” her mother prompted.

“. . . that if Dad not only has the bell, but is even using it . . .”

“Yes?”

“. . . then he must be feeling so bad that he’s not planning on getting out of bed or moving around the house.”

Angela nodded. She had gotten that impression herself. “So?”

Mindy turned her head at last to look at her mother then and the look in her eyes was enough to leave the woman breathless. “So,” she told her in a throaty purr that never failed to go straight to the older woman’s twat and set it to churning, “that means we can still have that day of fun we had planned.”

“Mindy . . .”

The teenager completely ignored the note of warning in the other woman’s voice. “Oh, we’ll have to scale back a few of the activities I had in mind for us, we’ll have to keep the noise level down so that he doesn’t hear us, and we’ll have to keep a sharp lookout in case he does decide to get up for some reason,” she conceded, “but I don’t see any reason why we should have to completely cancel our plans.”

It was a risky, if not foolhardy plan and the girl knew it, but Mindy would be damned if she was going to let anyone in the world steal away at the last minute something that she had been waiting so very long for.

Angela was very conscious of how spectacularly bad this situation could get in very short order if her husband ever found out that she was having sex with their only child and an immediate divorce was probably the very least that she could expect. It would just be foolish to risk everything by playing with her young lover while her husband was in bed just upstairs, but she was just as desperate for some lesbian loving as Mindy was and so there was really one answer she could possibly give her.

“Okay, then,” she said, stepping forward to kiss the girl’s lips lightly, one hand coming to rest on the girl’s tight little butt, “that’s what we’ll do. Just let me take him up a bowl of soup first though. I think it should be just about done now and having a bowl of chicken soup to eat will help keep in that bed.”

“Great!” Mindy gave her a longer, firmer kiss then, though her mother prudently pulled back quickly so that there wouldn’t be any evidence of her adultery when she took her husband his soup.

Mindy wanted so much more and pouted adorably at the retreat.

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Angela was halfway up the stairs, precariously balancing a piping hot bowl of soup and something to drink on a bed tray and trying very hard not to spill either, when that little bell started ringing again.

She just groaned in exasperation and continued on her way, not trying to speed up her pace at all no matter how impatient David might be as she knew her risk of spilling would dramatically increase if she tried to rush. She honestly did love this man – no matter what the fact that she was cheating on him might suggest – but she also knew from long experience that he could be a difficult and exhausting patient.

David was reaching for the bell again when she finally walked into the bedroom, shooting him a scowl.

“There you are! I was beginning to think you’d forgotten about me again.”

Angela’s scowl deepened. “I told you before, David. I did not forget about you.”

Her husband had not noticed the expression on her face or was just plain ignoring it. Likewise, he didn’t seem to catch the warning edge that was now making an appearance in her voice. “It sure feels like you did,” he groused, coughing some more. “You’ve been gone forever!”

“I’ve been gone for five or six minutes at the very most.” Keeping a tight rein on her annoyance, Angela just kept reminding herself that she had a luscious teen beauty waiting for her downstairs and refused to be baited. Walking over to the bed, she carefully internet casino set the tray down across his lap. “Now you eat every drop of this soup. There’s more on the stove if you want some more. I’ll be back up in just a little while.”

Taking up his spoon, David scooped up a little of the soup and gave it a precautionary sniff before sampling it. He put on a sour expression at the taste but did not look up at her as he commented, “It’s not as good as homemade would have been.”

“It’s perfectly fine, dear. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

The only answer she got was a disgruntled snort, but he did start digging into his soup and so she turned and walked back out of the bedroom. She had walked back down the hall and was halfway down the stairs when she heard the bell ringing again. Groaning, she turned on her heel and marched straight back up the stairs and returned to the bedroom.

He was wiping his nose on his sleeve again when she arrived.

“Yes, dear?”

“Have you seen the remote control for the TV?” he asked, motioning across the room towards where the little television sat atop a chest of drawers.

“It’s where it always is, David,” she told him as she walked over to his side of the bed and picked up the remote from the little table there. Pushing it into his hand, she turned and marched straight back out of the room.

Her husband barely noticed as he switched the set on and tuned into one of the morning news shows. “Thank you, honey.”

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After turning down the fire under the soup so that it wouldn’t burn or boil away, Mindy retired to the living room to wait for her mother to come back downstairs.

The teenager paused for a long moment, trying to decide where she wanted to be and exactly how she wanted to be posed when the older woman returned. Hearing her mother’s footsteps as she came down the stairs, the girl realized that she was taking much too long with this and simply settled herself at one end of the couch, arraying herself and the short skirt she wore so that she could show off her long legs without revealing that she wasn’t wearing any panties.

She had barely finished getting herself arranged just so before her mother appeared, pausing at the bottom of the stairs for a long moment to take a few deep breaths and calm down. Mindy could hear her mother muttering to herself under her breath and, even though she couldn’t quite make out what was being said, she could easily guess the content.

While he might be the sweetest and kindest man she had ever met under normal circumstances, it was no secret that David Cooper did not handle illness very well and tended to morph into the world’s most difficult patient.

Men could be such babies sometimes.

Soon enough Angela felt like she could face her daughter without taking out any of her frustration and annoyance on her and so she turned and started to go into the kitchen, only to stop in mid-step. Certain that she was being watched, she turned slowly and found herself looking into the living room where her daughter was waiting for her.

Mindy was more than a little pleased to see how the other woman reacted to the sight of her relaxing on the couch like that. She watched with a pleased smile as her mother’s eyes were drawn down to her long, smooth legs, drifting endlessly up and down their full length from bare foot to the very slightly hiked hem of her oh, so short skirt. The moment grew longer and longer as her mother was seemingly frozen to the spot and unable to do anything more than stare, so the teenager eventually decided it was up to her to get things moving again.

“I guess you like what you see,” she giggled, delighting in her own mother’s very obvious desire for her. “Why don’t you come over here now so that we can get started?”

It took Angela a while to even realize that the girl had spoken to her, then even longer to shake off her stupor and comprehend exactly what had been said, and finally even longer yet to find her own voice and offer some sort of response.

“Oh, God, yes,” she breathed hoarsely, her eyes still on those legs. “Do I ever like what I see.”

Angela was really beginning to wish that she could get the little surprise that she had acquired for this special day with her daughter, but it was hidden away in her closet in the master bedroom and she would not be able to get it without him seeing. Besides, it might not be a very good idea to use it with her husband lurking in the house.

When Angela afterwards was finally able to drag her eyes up to find her daughter’s, she seemed to finally be able to regain some of her composure and so she cleared her throat so that she would be able to speak a little more normally. “You do realize that I’m going to have to go back up there in just a few minutes to get his bowl and see if he wants any more of that soup, don’t you?”

Mindy just nodded and smiled, raising one hand to beckon the older woman closer.

Angela responded to the summons without any conscious thought, slowly entering the living room and drifting closer and closer to where the teenager was waiting for her. As soon as she had strayed to within arms reach, Mindy caught her by the hand and gently pulled her down onto the couch beside her.

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At 19, and in the second semester of my sophomore year at a small New England college, I was doing all that I could to suppress any homosexual urges. I kept myself pretty fit, the girls at school seemed to like me, and I even had a steady girlfriend, whom I would see only a couple of times over the weekend since I worked while going to school. Like me, she also lived at home and commuted to another college, so opportunities for sexual activity were limited.

I remember enjoying those activities, but I had little experience with many women, beyond making out and heavy petting, since I started going steady with my girlfriend at the end of my junior year in high school. Of course, my eyes often wandered at the gym to check out those of the same gender.

Well into the second semester, there was a spring mixer at the school that I was able to attend alone. I looked forward to being unencumbered, and I’ll admit that I also looked forward to getting my ego stroked since I could flirt without my girlfriend in tow. The mixer wasn’t very well attended, but it was a night out alone, and I was really looking forward to that.

I’ve always dressed in an old New England style, so the khakis, blue and white striped oxford shirt, yellow Shetland poker oyna wool sweater, and navy flannel blazer that I wore that evening were typical for me. My attire served as an ice breaker for Ray, a senior, who had been hovering about. He seemed more interested in engaging in conversation with me than with the young women who were all around us.

Ray was a few inches taller than me, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was quite charming and friendly when he pointed at me and said, “Great taste.” He was wearing a similar uniform often worn at college mixers in the 1980s. From that point forward, Ray and I remained with a group of about eight, of which we were the only two males. The conversation, and the beer, flowed easily, but I had to let Ray know that I needed to cool it. I had to work the next day, so I would have to drive home when the mixer ended in about an hour.

“Hey, you can stay with me in my dorm room tonight,” Ray said. He continued, “Relax, have another beer, you can drive home in the morning,” convincing me that it would not be a problem. So, when the mixer ended, we wished everyone in our little group a good night, and we made our way back to Ray’s dorm room.

Ray’s dorm room was a single in an old building. It had a twin canlı poker oyna bed that was pushed up against the wall, a small desk, a couple of chairs, and a sink. After hanging out in the room for a bit, Ray took me down the hall to show me where the bathrooms were.

When we got back to the room, I looked at the wooden floor, and I hoped that Ray had enough blankets and pillows to make it less uncomfortable. When it was time to go to sleep, he laid out what he had, but I knew that I was headed for a rough night sleeping on the hard surface.

Ray started to remove his clothes before turning off the light. I followed. We both stripped down to just our white briefs. Ray had thick legs and a round ass, from biking, I assumed. I couldn’t help but notice the substantial bulge in Ray’s briefs. I’m pretty sure that he noticed my body too before he walked over me to turn off the overhead light.

After what was pretty much a sleepless night, it was time to get up and shower. Ray grabbed a couple of white bath towels and threw one to me. When he was at the sink, he peeled off his white briefs, exposing his round ass to me before wrapping the towel around himself. I did the same before we walked down the hall to the showers.

We took internet casino adjacent stalls, and we both turned the water on at about the same time. I was in the process of adjusting the temperature when Ray appeared in my stall to show me how to adjust the temperature. I think it was an excuse to show off his endowment.

Ray’s penis was huge! It was the biggest that I had ever seen in person. It looked swollen and like it was semi-hard because it was jutting out at about a 45=degree angle from his hefty balls. It was about eight inches and it wasn’t even fully hard!

The large appendage between Ray’s legs bounced up and down and from side to side as he adjusted the shower’s temperature for me. It was almost impossible not to stare. He finally turned and made his way back to his own stall, but I could not stop thinking about it.

When we were done, we wrapped ourselves in our towels and walked back to Ray’s dorm room, where we dried off and got dressed. I faced away from Ray while we dried off. My back remained toward Ray as I got dressed quickly because I was afraid to show any interest in Ray’s huge cock.

On the way home, and for the next week, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I saw in the shower. That sight even fueled some of my masturbatory fantasies the following week, and I started to question what I was doing with a girlfriend.

I ran into Ray a couple of times the following week, and we made plans to hang out over the next weekend.

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“Hey girl!” Sam looked up to find Holly leaning into her office doorway. The smile that accompanied the perky greeting made Sam’s heart skip a beat.

“Good morning Holly. How was your weekend?” Sam always played it cool with Holly and never let on that she was totally crushing on her. After some chit chat, the girls made plans for a movie on Tuesday.

Sam had been working up the courage to approach Holly about her idea for an experiment. She wanted to taste pussy and she wanted her first to be Holly’s. She went through the next couple of days in a haze. She’d never been this nervous about a date. And it wasn’t really a date, just friends hanging out.

Tuesday night finally arrived and Holly picked her up and they headed to the theater. Over drinks later, they chatted lightly. Holly kept mentioning that she was talking too much, but Sam loved watching her face light up when she’d relate some funny story from work or her private life. She could enjoy Holly’s smile all night.

But the night had to end and after a few attempts at flirting, Sam climbed out of the car sure that Holly wouldn’t want anything to do with her after this. But luckily, she did. They went out a few times more and Sam successfully dropped enough hints that she was able to proposition Holly without crumbling to ashes with embarrassment.

After the initial shock wore off, Holly was very open to the idea of being Sam’s first. Over the next few weeks, they texted and chatted openly about what Sam wanted. She didn’t want a girlfriend. She wanted someone to let her experiment on them, to hang out with, to laugh with, and to just share human contact with. Sam craved the feel of someone’s skin against hers.

And with spring break’s arrival, Sam had the house all to herself and the chance to taste Holly finally arrived. She cleaned the house, changed the sheets, then hopped in the shower for the longest shower of her life.

Her nipples were so sensitive that the water spray hitting them had her heating up. She ran her soapy hands over her tits, feeling her nipples pebble even more as she teased them with her fingernails. Her right hand slid down, over her belly, to put a little pressure on her mound.

Slipping her fingers between her lips, she found that slippery, wet nectar that men found so irresistible. The thought that she would finally understand that in just a few hours, made her even hornier than she already was.

But she had to shave before going any further, something she hadn’t done in years. No reason to deal with the itch of stubble if no one was going to notice the slick, smooth skin between her legs, so she’d quit shaving and only trimmed her bush for years. Once she poker oyna was done, the feeling of her wet, slick pussy was too much to resist.

Sam began rubbing her outer lips while she teased her nipples. She dropped her other hand lower and pulled her skin up, lifting the hood away from her throbbing clit. She began circling her clit slowly.

Since penetration did nothing for her, she focused all of her attention on that hard little nub. The shower started getting cooler, but Sam never noticed. She imagined it was Holly’s pussy she was touching, Holly’s clit she was rubbing. Her breathing was rapid, her eyes were closed, and her fingers quickened and applied a little more pressure.

She was so close. Her legs tensed up and she rubbed her clit hard, cumming with a moan that echoed in the tiled shower stall. Sam finished washing up and climbed out, legs a little weak. She got dressed and waited for Holly to arrive.

The dogs let her know that Holly had driven up. Sam put them out and opened the front door for Holly. Sam greeted her with a hug and they made their way to Sam’s bedroom. From that point, it just got awkward. Sam didn’t know what the hell she was doing and Holly wasn’t taking the lead.

“So what do we do?” Sam asked.

“Whatever you want to do” was Holly’s answer, which didn’t help Sam at all.

“Well, I guess we need to get undressed” Sam suggested.

They undressed, with no finesse whatsoever. As Holly undressed, Sam explored her skin, enjoying the softness under her fingertips. The girls stripped to bras and panties. Then Sam tried to take Holly’s bra off. That attempt at least got a chuckle from both girls and Holly ended up undoing it herself.

Holly’s tits were large, medically enhanced, and her nipples were very large. Sam remembered something Holly had said about someone being hurting her nipples once because they’re really sensitive and tender, so she was terrified of causing Holly any pain.

Her attempt at playing with Holly’s tits didn’t go very well. Holly offered no feedback, whether verbal or physically. She didn’t make any noises or touch Sam to indicate she was doing anything right. Although a little disappointed, Sam wasn’t going to let it dampen her enthusiasm. She gave up on Holly’s tits and moved down her body.

“Lift,” Sam indicated Holly’s hips.

Holly lifted her hips and Sam pulled her panties down, exposing her smooth mound and cleft. Sam pulled the panties all the way off and knelt beside Holly’s legs. “How am I supposed to do this?” Sam asked.

Holly just laid there. She didn’t reach out to Sam. She didn’t spread her legs, inviting Sam to touch her. Holly just shrugged and canlı poker oyna said “Do whatever you want to.”

What the fuck? This wasn’t anything like Sam had hoped it would be. It was obvious that Holly wasn’t into this at all. She was doing Sam a favor and that was it. Sam didn’t want romance or love, but a little participation would have been nice.

“Okay. This may take me a while.” And with that, Sam indicated that Holly should spread her legs and she climbed between them. She gazed at Holly’s pussy, taking in the curve of her lips, the swell of her mound as it descended into her folds.

She gently ran her fingers over Holly’s outer lips, tracing around her target. Holly’s pussy smelled like soap and something different. It was slightly musky, nice, intriguing. Sam spread Holly open and studied the pussy on display.

She’d read articles and learned diagrams, but here was what she’d dreamed of, fantasized about, lusted after, for years. Her first look at a real pussy. It was beautiful.

And at the center, the pink skin glistened. Sam reached out a finger and felt Holly’s wetness for the first time. She slid her finger around gently and finally touched Holly’s clit. She watched the reaction of the pussy, seeing the increased wetness, the small spasm of surrounding muscles.

Sam moved closer and tentatively, softly ran her tongue over Holly’s clit. She tasted a little salty, a little sweet, indescribable, delicious. Finally, Holly made a sound, a simple intake of air, but it was something! After a few minutes of gently exploring Holly with her tongue, all of the information she’d learned over the last few weeks came back to her.

Sam used her lips and tongue to kiss and suckle Holly’s pussy. She started on her mound and moved over every inch of her. She mouthed the swollen flesh of Holly’s outer lips while softly rubbing her thumb over her clit in slow, easy circles. She replaced her thumb with her tongue and adding suction.

She slid one finger into Holly and Holly responded be pressing her hips forward. Sam added another finger and increased her suction on Holly’s clit, making Holly squirm. “Finally!” thought Sam. She tried to reach up and play with Holly’s tits, but she had a lot of work to do on her coordination, so she concentrated on the wet, hot pussy in her mouth.

She reached her arms around Holly’s legs and pulled her face deeper into her. She increased her pressure on Holly’s clit, then alternated licking her entire pussy and sucking her clit. She’d do fast, little licks against her clit, then flatten her tongue and lick from the bottom of her pussy back to her clit.

When Sam felt Holly’s fingers in her hair, internet casino she knew she had her. She heard the little moans, felt Holly’s legs tighten around her, saw her belly quiver. Sam pushed two fingers back into Holly’s pussy and felt the walls grip her fingers. She finger fucked her and sucked her clit until Holly came.

Sam didn’t stop, but lessened the intensity of her attack. She let her fingers rest inside of Holly while she slowly licked her clit.

“You can stop if you want to. I won’t cum again,” said Holly.

“Just let me play, unless you really want me to stop” whispered Sam.

Instead of licking directly on her clit, Sam licked from the side, running her tongue side to side, with more pressure in the valley on either side of Holly’s clit. Sam ran her tongue all over Holly’s pussy, on the outside, deep into the middle, top and bottom.

She played with Holly like this for a while, enjoying the feel and taste of pussy. After about twenty minutes, she felt Holly’s pussy walls start milking her fingers so she started to slowly pump into her and increased pressure with her tongue.

But she kept it slow, slowly licking Holly, slowly fucking her. Holly’s body responded and soon she was cumming again. This time, she reached for Sam afterwards, pulling her into her arms.

They didn’t talk. They held one another while Holly caught her breath and sat up. She moved down Sam, coming to rest between her legs.

Sam enjoyed the feel of Holly’s mouth on her, but she could tell there wasn’t any excitement in it for Holly and she was only doing it because it was her turn. Sam didn’t want this, not because Holly felt like she owed her. She wanted to be wanted.

“Honey, don’t. It’s not going to work so don’t waste your time” Sam told Holly.

So Holly moved back to the pillows and they held each other for a little longer. But Sam wanted to play some more. She started running her hands over Holly, slowly turning her on again.

They turned onto their sides slightly, so Sam could reach around to Holly’s pussy. She ran her fingers between her lips and found her dripping. That feeling, knowing that she was able to make Holly so hot, so wet, was intoxicating.

Sam rubbed Holly’s clit, massaging her, then dipped her fingers into her. Holly reached her hand behind her and between Sam’s legs. They rubbed each other until Holly started to cum. She clutched Sam’s leg as Sam’s fingers slid side to side over her clit and brought Holly to her third orgasm.

After a while, they got dressed and Sam walked Holly to the door. They shared a soft kiss and said good night. Sam showered and went to bed.

As she lay there, Sam thought about her experience. Although disappointed by Holly’s lack of enthusiasm, she was still amped about the experiment. She had not only tasted her first pussy, she’d tasted Holly’s after years of wanting to. Sam slept better than she had in months.

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Suddenly Ryan rammed it all the way into me one more time and held me tight against him as his body tensed. His balls then started to pump his cum deep into me. I could feel the warm cum deep in my bowels, and I just loved it.

When he had finished pumping me full with his cum I felt him pull out and say, “be careful, Drew, I think I just knocked you up.”

His cock was gone and I felt some spasms on my abused butt hole. Some of his cum started to ooze from me, and he slapped me on the ass and said “if you can take a fucking like that, you are gay Drew. And you like it in the ass, don’t you?”

I turned and stared him right in the eyes while I contemplated what I had just done.

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“I….I am not…I’m not gay, Ryan”, I stuttered. I slowly lowered my body down onto the bed, turning on my side and pulling my legs up into a fetal position.

“Really?” he responded. Ryan reached for me and started massaging my legs and ass. He had a bright smile on his face. “Everything is going to be okay. I know this is all new to you, Drew. But it’s going to be all right. I’ll take the lead but I’ll stop whenever you want me to. If you’re uncomfortable with anything, just say so. Just relax and enjoy it.”

“Lay back and relax,” he said softly. “I’d like to admire your body for a little while.”

I slowly complied. Propped up on one elbow beside me, he began to run his hand over my chest, not so lightly that it would tickle, not so forcefully that it could be called a massage, but with just enough pressure to be pleasant … and arousing. I found, not surprisingly, that I enjoyed what he was doing.

He nibbled on my ear. I felt a charge go directly to my cock. I closed my eyes and moaned. He gave me a gentle kiss on a cheek. When I opened my eyes, Ryan swooped in and engaged me in a passionate kiss. A thought passed very briefly through my mind: this is a man I’m kissing! The thought was quickly dispelled by an overpowering sense of pleasurable stimulation. I could feel his whiskers brushing against my face. His lips were thin and strong. Ryan pushed his tongue into my mouth and I received him. He liked the role of the aggressor. Ryan’s eyes bored into mine the entire time.

Ryan broke the kiss, looked at me intently, and smiled. I took that to mean that he both enjoyed it and was pleased that I also enjoyed it.

While toying with my nipples, he said, “A man’s nipples are one of his erogenous zones. Doesn’t it feel good when I touch them?”

With that, he leaned over and began licking, sucking, and stimulating one nipple and then the other.

I groaned under my breath at the sensation.

As he continued to suckle me, his hand moved lower towards my groin. My cock responded quickly, going from semi-hard to fully erect in a very short time.

“Your cock is beautiful. Well proportioned. Not too big and not too small — just right. Great shaped head. You can be proud of what you have, Drew. But they come in all different shapes and sizes — something you will enjoy.”

He grabbed my hand and moved it to his cock. It was sticky with cum and my juices. I found myself staring at it. It was warm and I could detect a faint throbbing as more blood rushed in to bring it a full erection.

“Our cocks are about the same size, buddy.” Ryan climbed up on top of me and settled his ass on my upper thighs. Our cocks rubbed together. Ryan grabbed both of them together and jacked us slowly. “I’m guessing we are the same size — about 6 inches. My head is more spear shaped, yours is more blunt.”

His jacking continued for a while. One major difference between us was the amount of precum that oozed out of his cock. It covered his cockhead and trickled down his cock…and onto mine.

Ryan smiled, “I do leak a ton of juice, huh? I never have to use lube, guess I am a natural.”

I nodded in agreement.

He lay down beside me once again. With no further conversation, he kissed and licked his way from my chest down to my crotch. At the same time, he was fondling my balls and cock, which sent bursts of pleasure radiating through my body. poker oyna By the time his mouth reached my cock, it was so hard it felt as though it would burst out of its skin. When his warm, moist lips encircled the head of my cock, I couldn’t hold back a moan of pure pleasure.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“God Yes! Don’t stop!”

As much as I wanted the overpowering pleasure to continue, I felt the urgent need to cum and was powerless to hold it back. I was clenching the sheet on the bed and moaning deliriously when I felt the first of several blasts of cum erupt into his mouth. Following the debilitating orgasm, I collapsed on the bed hoping to regain my breath, consciousness, and normal heart beat.

The next thing I was aware off, Ryan was lying beside me, again propped up on one elbow and a hand toying with one of my nipples. “That was yummy! Not like a coke, but tasty nonetheless. Are you okay?” he asked.

I turned toward Ryan and pulled him to his side. We wrapped our arms around each other and pressed our naked bodies together in a long hug. I was amazed at how wonderful it felt and no longer concerned about doing it with a man. I gave Ryan another kiss and said, “Fuck yeah, it was great.”

He smiled and said, “Now I want you to go down on me.” It was more of a command than a request. Ryan used the sheets on my bed to clean off his cock. He laid back and put his arms up behind is head and looked down at me.

I hesitated for a minute, that thing had just been in my ass. Ryan pulled my head down to his crotch. The taste wasn’t as bad as I expected, Ryan was leaking so much precum that it overwhelmed all the other tastes. His precum was salty and tangy. I pulled up from his cock and put my tongue on his balls. They were covered in hair. As I looked up his body I admired the view. Ryan was covered with hair. His chest was very hairy with light brown curly hair. It went all the way down to his stomach and down to his crotch. His groin hair was longer and a bit more straight and covered everything. As Ryan spread his legs wider, I looked down and saw the hair go all the way down to his asshole.

As I continued licking his sack, Ryan’s moans told me that he enjoyed it. That was enough to encourage me to complete the task. I moved back up to his cock and started going down on him. I didn’t try the novice approach this time and duplicated the stroking and sucking Ryan had shown me.

“You are a natural cocksucker, Drew!” he gasped.

Ryan approached orgasm within a seemingly short time. He didn’t warn me at all, but I felt his cock grown and his body stiffen. I was kneading his nuts in one hand and felt them tight up. He didn’t moan as loudly as I had but he stiffened and I felt several blasts of hot cum hit the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat.

The force of it surprised me. I momentarily gagged and let some of the salty cream spill out over the base of his cock and into his thick bush of hair. After the first bursts, the cum seemed to continue dribbling out so I sucked and licked until he pushed my head away saying that his cock was getting too sensitive.

I snuggled up beside him and found that I enjoyed the contact between our naked bodies. His chest hair felt great against my body. After a few minutes, Ryan turned to me and said, “That was good. Very good. So, you still don’t think your gay, huh?”

“I don’t think I’m gay, Ryan. I like having sex with you, but I like girls. I don’t know, maybe I’m bi.” “It doesn’t bother you to be a cocksucker?”

“I’m not a cocksucker!”

“Careful, Drew. You just sucked my cock and ate my cum. You’re a cocksucker.

I lay there for a while and looked at the ceiling. I didn’t like all the baggage that come with the title of cocksucker, fag or gay. I didn’t like those titles at all.

“Drew, I am kind of like you. I have had sex with both men and women. I occasionally will fuck a girl, but really prefer boys. How would you compare gay sex with straight sex? You’ve experienced both now. Which do you really prefer?”

“I love having sex with girls. I like having sex with you. That doesn’t make me gay, Ryan,” canlı poker oyna I said more to myself than to him.

We lay together on the bed for a while longer. He continued to lightly trace his fingers up and down my leg. His other hand played with my nipples.

“Are you going to grow back your hair or keep it shaved?”

The conversation interrupted my train of thought and my anger rising toward Ryan.

“I will probably keep shaving through swim season and then let it grow again. Why?”

“It’s hot. You have a nice body. Very muscular. Your chest looks more defined and I can see the start of a six pack,” he said. Ryan was rubbing my stomach.

“But you need to clean up your dick hair, dude. It is pretty uneven and you missed some spots. Did you do this yourself?” he asked.

“Tommy did it.” The words came out of my mouth before I even thought of what I had said. Ryan grinned like a Cheshire cat at this piece of news.

“Really!” he said excitedly. He was now caressing my nuts and my cock was getting a bit chubby again. “Have you two been messing around?”

“No, just helping each other out with some shaving,” I replied — trying to minimize what we had done together. By now I was almost fully hard, as Ryan had started sucking on one of my nipples while stroking my dick.

Ryan swung himself up and threw one leg over my body. He took his dick in his hand and sat down on my upper thighs again. He put our cocks together and started rubbing them up and down. Precum as pouring out of his slit and down both of our cocks. I closed my eyes as the sensations streaked through my body.

“Tommy has a hot body and a nice cock. I caught him beating off one time during freshman year. He’s gotta be at least 8 inches and thick like a beer can. Have you seen it hard?” he said almost panting.

“No, just soft”, I lied.

“I would love a chance with him. So you shaved him, too, huh? How much did you take off?”

Again, I spoke without thinking. “He wanted it all off.”

“Holy shit, I bet that is hot!” he said under his breath.

Ryan moved a bit as he positioned himself up on his knees. He scooted up a bit, then slowly lined up my cock with his backdoor. My eyes opened like a flash and I saw a big smile on his face as he lined my cockhead up with his hole. I was expecting a bit more resistance, but my cockhead slide right in and my cock went about half way into his searing ass.

We both groaned in unison. He raised himself up a bit, then sank down all the way. His ass as like liquid fire. I just lay there for a moment, feeling the tight sensation from his chute. Before I could do anything, Ryan began thrusting up and down. My cock was sawing in and out. Ryan’s ring was gripping my cock like a vice, he was flexing his sphincter, which added significantly to the sensations that were enveloping me. Ryan’s cock was slapping my stomach as he road me. Not a word was spoken between us, the only sounds were the slapping of flesh and groans. My balls started churning and before the sensation even registered in my brain, I blasted volley after volley of cum deep inside Ryan.

“Ughh, ohh God, Ryan! God it feels so good!” I moaned. My seed flew out of me into his bowels.

“Tommy, fuck me harder! Fuck me Tommy!” he hissed.

I looked up at Ryan. His head was thrown back. His cock was bouncing up and down on my stomach, which was covered in precum.

“Don’t you mean Drew?” I asked.

“Sweetie, you can have your fantasy of fucking women. I have a fantasy of fucking Tommy, ok?” he said matter-of-factly.

I laughed and told him that I thought he was crazy. My cock was deflating rapidly and started sneaking out of his ass. Some of my load leaked down onto my spent cock and balls. Ryan climbed off and sat near the bottom of the bed. I put my arms up over my head and exhaled deeply. God did I feel relaxed.

I wanted to ask him questions about his first time and why and all that. I just was like a kid in school listening to a very passionate teacher. I was hooked. After, about ten minutes of talking, Ryan crawled up on top of me, resting he chest to mine. His internet casino hairy body tickled my chest and crotch. He started kissing me deeply. I got lost in the kiss as his tongue pushed into my mouth. This guy was messing with my head. He pushed his legs between mine and started spreading mine apart. He started kissing down my body. I was getting hard again, but he ignored my growing cock and lifted my legs up and proceeded to finger hole. It had already been used tonight and was a bit sore. Ryan scooted up on his knees and docked his cock at my hole. His cock was wet with precum and I could feel the head of his cock poised at my hole. He poked at me slowly and my asshole spasmed in anticipation.

He precum lubed cock pushed at my ass. I was breathing heavily and he just told me to push down on his cock. I did as I was told and his cockhead slipped in. I gasped at the invasion.

He twisted his cockhead around at the entrance to my chute forever. Every time I tried pushing him in deeper, he would retreat. I was so horny and getting more and more frustrated.

“Come on, Ryan…further — PLEASE!” I begged.

“Tell me you like it, Drew” he demanded.

“I like it, now come one — push it in!” I said between pants of deep breaths.

Ryan pushed the head back in again and jabbed it in and out slowly. My ass was on fire, it felt so good.

“Tell me you’re gay and that you love cock, and I will give you a bit more,” Ryan said.

“I’m not gay!” I said in bated breaths. My frustration grew as his cock left my body. My cock was rock hard again and my balls were up against my body.

Ryan pushed all the way in at once and my eyes bugged out. I lost my breath and felt light headed. I could feel his pubes and balls up against my ass. He pulled me up and we kissed with our tongues exploring the others mouth. It felt like an hour that we just kissed with his cock just resting in my ass. Then he pushed me back started to fuck me. He pulled his cock out of my hole and shoved it right back in, pulling the entire length from me and shoving it back in.

“Fuck me,” I begged.

“Who is a cum loving fag who loves gay cock? You are so gay, Drew” he said.

“I am not gay, I just love your cock.” I said it and moaned deeply.

He pulled his cock out of my hole again and shoved it right back in, deep dicking me. He went faster and built up to an orgasm and then pulled back and let the feeling subside. Then harder again. We fucked forever.

He had incredible staying power. We sweated and fucked. He produced so much precum it kept us lubed up. He kissed me deeply and said we are lovers. I kissed him back soulfully and he jammed his hips forward, cumming like a bull. I swear I felt that first volley as his cock expanded in my hot ass with my legs pulling him in as close as he could get to me.

We kissed and his wet hot mouth explored my body as his deflating cock slipped from my ass. I looked up at the clock and it was going on 11pm. We had started around 6pm — so we had been fucking around for about 5 hours. I just barely remember closing my eyes when I woke up at 3am with Ryan spooned behind me. I enjoyed the warmth of his body and the roughness of his body hair on my back and ass. I could still feel the warmth of his cum deep inside me. My ass was a bit sore and cum slowly leaked out of me onto the bed. I gingerly made my way down my ladder and grabbed a robe, heading to the bathroom.

I opened the door just as Tommy was coming up the stairs. He was completely hammered and smiled at me drunkenly as he navigated the hallway. He fell into the doorway and right into my arms. My robe which had been tied loosely fell open and Tommy’s right accidentally brushed against my cock and balls. He leaned forward and fell into me. I grabbed him quickly and pulled him into our room. He mumbled something incoherent and his entire weight fell upon me. I grabbed him around his back and pulled him into the room. I gently moved him over towards the couch and lay him down.

He was out like a light. I bent down and started pulling off his shoes, one by one. Before I could think of what to do next, I felt Ryan behind me. I turned and he was still naked and his cock was swinging heavy between his legs. “Let me help you with him,” he said with a shit eating grin on his face. “This is going to be so hot.”

To be continued…

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Becca tilted her chin toward the sun and inhaled deeply as its ambient warmth kissed her skin. The soft orange glow penetrated her eyelids filling her with a sense of calm, the likes of which she hadn’t felt in days. She bathed in the sun’s rays and as she stood there in a moment of silent meditation she felt the tension in her neck and back unwind. All of her stresses seemed to quietly release their grasp on her and just before she opened her eyes again, the beginnings of a smile crept out from the corners of her mouth until her entire face was beaming back at the sun.

She leaned forward on one leg and stretched the back of the other in preparation for her run. Switching legs, Becca could hardly wait to take off and wished it had not been raining for the last three days. This week had been particularly stressful and not being able to exercise only served to compound the negative feelings she was having. She had lost two accounts this week, due to a cavalier employee that did not care for the results of his yearly review and in retaliation had damaged the trust of his clients causing them to withdraw their business.

Becca began reliving the fury she’d felt when she found out and used this anger for motivation to jump from her front porch and dart up the sidewalk. She’d come up with at least twenty-five new nasty epithets for what a sorry excuse for a human being he was, by the time she reached the end of the block. Christof was in her past now and though she was irritated by what his revenge had cost her, she was determined to get both accounts back and actually looking forward to the challenge. She was terrific at selling her company’s services and acquiring new accounts, but she’d never been tested on her ability to soothe wary customers and persuade them back.

A sharp whistle sang out from somewhere across the street and Becca turned to see Papa Luigi hosing down the sidewalk in front of his restaurant. She waved back and smiled when he complimented her beauty, in Italian, as he did every time he saw her whether she was running or coming in for supper. Turning her attention back to the sidewalk in front of her, she smiled at an elderly woman walking two tiny dogs and the woman winked at her as they passed. Becca loved this neighborhood and was so glad to be running again that she picked up the pace and lost herself in her body’s exertion. Her feet pounding the pavement felt divine and the rush of blood past her ears was a heavenly racket she could listen to for hours. Alive, she thought as she ran, I am so very alive and thank God it isn’t raining today.

The familiar six mile route passed quickly and Becca decided to run her normal cool down path instead of walking it. She’d waited days to be outside running again and wasn’t ready to stop just yet. She also hesitated to return to her empty house for fear that the loneliness that had haunted her all week would kill the euphoria of her run. Upon making a few extra laps and arriving at the end of the trail, Becca figured she’d have to go home some time and sprinted in that direction. She and Savanna always raced home from the large oak tree at the corner of the park and though Becca always won, it was a little tradition they shared and her loneliness hit her long before she arrived home.

Savanna had been gone all week to consult on a high profile embezzlement case and things just never went well when she was gone. Becca normally tried to drown herself in work and would often run in the evening as well, just to break up the monotony of her empty evening rituals. This week had been especially difficult because the auditors were in and constantly needed information from her to ‘promote accuracy’ as they put it. Aside from work being hectic, Isabelle was with her grandparents this week in Disney World and Becca missed her terribly. Having the little girl around would have been a wonderful distraction, but Becca was glad she was having fun and knew the four-year old would have missed Savanna if she weren’t busy with other things.

The nights were the hardest and Becca had barely slept the first two nights, instead resorting to the assignment her lover had given her. Savanna didn’t normally travel for work, but on the few occasions she did she always gave Becca a project to keep her busy in the event that she got lonely. Savanna was always very sweet about it and knew how Becca suffered in her absence, but the same held true for her and she had started the little love tasks for her own benefit as much as for her lover’s. The first year, Savanna simply asked Becca to write a little essay about what it was like to kiss her. Becca thought it was ridiculous at first, but when she finally sat down to it she realized how thought provoking it was and as she began to write she felt closer to Savanna somehow.

The more she thought, the closer she was to feeling her lover’s full lips and soft tongue on hers. She closed her eyes and could almost taste Savanna and while she wished she didn’t have to imagine poker oyna it, just thinking of the kiss made her feel loved. Becca indulged her memories and she recalled details as minute as loving the say Savanna’s tongue swept across her palate sending tiny currents of sensation into her cheekbones. And when she opened her eyes to write these things down she was startled to find her head tilted to the side and slightly back as if she had actually been involved in the kiss instead of simply remembering it.

Several other projects had followed, such as top ten lists of Becca’s favorite funny moments in their relationship, or a list of her favorite lovemaking sessions. Becca had begun to enjoy the distractions and more often than not, the simple act of examining their relationship in such vivid detail turned her on to the point of serious physical arousal. She normally had a hard time sleeping and found that masturbation was a great way to relax and fall asleep and had been ‘forced’ to resort to that each night this week.

She was just reaching the porch when she recalled the time she’d been pleasuring herself when Savanna called to check-in and now giggled at how much fun it had been to share it over the telephone. A soft blush rose to her cheeks as she let herself inside and she giggled again over the ridiculousness of it all. Ordinarily she would race for the shower, but today she grabbed her notebook and took her Gatorade to the breakfast nook and settled into the cushions on the window seat. Becca took a few minutes to gaze out of the large picture window and admired the beauty of her neighbor’s rose bushes. It was late spring and everyone’s yard was a lush thick green and most flowerbeds boasted bright and colorful perennials. The sky was bright and instantly reminded Becca of her lover’s eyes.

Expressive blue eyes, that when examined closely boasted a starburst several shades of gray in the middle surrounded by a bright blue background, was responsible for their color. Becca had seen and felt so many things simply by looking into Savanna’s eyes and she recalled their many shapes and colors now. In times of happiness they were a bright and cheerful blue, whereas when she was angry they took on a steely gray color with only a hint of blue. When they narrowed to mere slits, Becca knew she was skeptical about something and when she was surprised the pupils would grow large and give her away. Becca’s absolute favorite, though, was the expression of passion in her lover’s eyes as they darkened to a deep shade of violet. She had watched the transformation so many times and yet every time it happened, Becca reacted as though it was the first time. She often imagined the feeling of being sucked into a twisting whirlpool might come close to the feeling she got when she looked into her lover’s dark passion-filled eyes and it never failed to excite her.

Just thinking of it gave her the motivation to begin on her project. She had sat down to it several times already, but never was able to clear her head and really focus. The topic was: Things That Turn Me On. Becca stared at the bold heading Savanna had scrawled into the notepad and left on her pillow before she stole away quietly for her early morning flight. A vision of those blue eyes flashed across Becca’s eyelids the next time she blinked and a tiny jolt of anticipation or pleasure, she wasn’t sure which, shot through her nipples.

She instantly began scribbling a list of things that turned her on and when she had finished with the ones that were most obvious to her she stopped and read through them. She was having tons of fun because while Savanna was pretty in touch with what turned her on, there was a whole host of other things they’d never come across or shared with one another. Becca began thinking of everything, even things outside the bedroom and the list grew to three columns on the front page and two on the next. When she’d thought of everything she put the notebook down and went to take her shower. She adjusted the water to run cooler than normal and hoped it would take the sharp edge off of her mounting sexual tension.

Savanna would be home tomorrow morning and Becca always held out at least twenty-four hours before she arrived so that her anticipation could build. Becca loved surprises and though she knew the sex would be good, she always found it more intense if she pined for it and waited for Savanna to take her to the moon when they were reunited after a week-long separation. The shower was refreshing and cooled her down for the moment, but she felt a nagging twitch in her pussy when she slid her lace-topped stockings up her legs and clipped the black garters to them. The list had provoked thoughts that caused her to pull her super tiny thong from the drawer and cinch it up a bit higher than normal.

She felt a little foolish when a picture of her little girl, Isabelle, caught her eye but she figured even moms needed to feel sexy and indulge naughty thoughts once in a while. Which canlı poker oyna was almost comical, because Becca could barely have a thought that wasn’t naughty when Savanna was near and it took all of her willpower to keep things chaste in front of their little girl? They did well enough, though, and only resorted to running to the bedroom and locking the door twice a month or so. Becca pulled on the lacy corset that served to enhance her cleavage and struck several sexy poses in the mirror before heading to the closet to pick out a suit. She suddenly regretted scheduling a meeting today, but knew if she wanted to coax the disgruntled companies back to her account list she’d have to work quickly.

She was packing her briefcase when she saw the ‘project’ notebook on the bed. Several tingles stirred in her pussy and she quickly grabbed it and tossed it in with her business files. She slammed it closed and latched it without giving herself time to think about why she’d decided to bring it along. There was even something naughty about carrying it around with her, as though someone would be able to tell she carried her innermost secrets in her briefcase with her work-related papers. The absurdity of the feeling finally got the better of her and she realized that was like saying someone would look at her and instantly imagine she was wearing sexy lace lingerie from nipples to toes.

At any rate, just knowing it was there kept her mind on her arousal and she recognized many different stimuli that she’d never paid much attention to before. For instance, every time she pushed the clutch in to shift gears the crotch of her panties would rub deliciously against her softest flesh bringing pleasant sensations and warmth. And whenever she bent forward to sign a document for her secretary or grab a pencil from the cup on her desk, her corset would shift and the lace cups would brush her nipples reminding her of the ever present need to be touched.

Her meeting went well with her ex-clients and she was hopeful that she’d made a good enough case to earn back their business. They promised to call with their decision by day’s end and as soon as they left her office she sat down to her notebook and began refining the list of things that turned her on. The same end result occurred now and simply reading over the things she’d written down made her blush and yearn for release at the same time.

Becca was fit to be tied when she finally arrived home and stimulated almost to the point of irritation. She suddenly wished she hadn’t promised to wait until Savanna returned, but instead busied herself with things around the house before sitting down to finish her project. Focusing on the things that turned her on did little to help her arousal and to make matters worse they had just switched from flannel sheets to satin, since the weather was warmer. Crawling into bed made her sigh and moan as the soft cool fabric slid effortlessly over her warm skin. She lie on her back, staring up at the swirling fan, in what Savanna called the death pose and could not stop thinking about her nipples. Every breath caused a tiny shift of the sheets and when she looked down she saw the dark shadows beneath them indicating they actually were as hard as she thought they were.

She finally groaned and rolled over, pulling her pillow over her head and whining for the hell of it. Funny thing about whining…it’s really not attractive to others, but it really does feel good to indulge yourself every now and then, she thought. She was just giggling about this when the phone rang and startled her. She reached for it quickly, as she did every time Isabelle or Savanna was out of town and answered nervously.

“Hello.”

“What are you wearing?” A sultry voice came over the line.

“Mmmmm. You don’t even want to know.” Becca teased and smiled.

“No, I’m pretty sure I do, even though it’s probably that ugly flannel nightgown you’re so fond of.” Savanna prodded.

“For your information, Madame know it all, I am currently wearing a loose fitting, eight by seven sheet of white satin and a great big smile.”

“Ohhh. You’re right, I could’ve gone without the visual I now have, but thanks for indulging me. How was your day?”

“It was good. I went running this morning and lazed about the house until my meeting with JaxGroup.”

“And how did that go?” Savanna asked cautiously.

“They were begging me to take them back by the end of the meeting. Apparently some people find me irresistible.”

“You don’t say.” Savanna drawled sarcastically.

Becca giggled and asked, “How was your day?”

“It was horrendous, but now it’s over and just talking to you has made it one hundred percent better.”

“Well aren’t you the charmer tonight?”

“I don’t know about that, but I am on the front porch without a house key so what do you say to letting this jet-lagged lady in?”

“What? Oh my God, Savanna! You’re home?” Becca shrieked and flew out of bed.

“Yes, now internet casino can I come in?” Savanna answered in a child-like whine.

Becca slammed the phone down and flew downstairs, almost crashing into the book table against the wall in her haste. She fumbled with the door locks and slide chain, flinging the door open wide once they were undone.

“Jesus, Becca, the whole neighborhood can see…” Savanna began, but was cut off as Becca leapt into her, wrapping her legs and arms around the stunned woman’s waist and neck for leverage as she crushed her lips against the tall blonde’s in mid-sentence. Savanna opened to the kiss immediately and instinctively dropped her luggage to embrace the small brunette as she walked blindly into the house, kicking the door closed once inside. She then turned around and pressed the lust-driven woman into the door so she could free up her hands by balancing their weight against it. Savanna reached up and cupped Becca’s naked breasts before kissing over her jaw, on her way to the sensitive spot of her neck that rested just below the ear.

“I’m so glad you’re home.” Becca moaned as strong teeth nibbled along the length of her neck and down her shoulder. She tangled her hands in her lover’s hair and eventually pulled her back for another hungry kiss.

“I’m glad to be home. Now why don’t you let me catch my breath and get my luggage off of the front porch and I’ll be with you momentarily.” Savanna bargained as she let Becca slide down the length of the front door, her naked flesh squeaking against the dark wood as she went.

“I was thinking something wild and ragged right here in the foyer, but if you’d rather relax and handle baggage I guess I can go back to bed by myself.” Becca said and pouted for effect.

Savanna’s knees went weak when Becca’s full bottom lip poked out in a sexy pout. That simple expression was her biggest weakness where her lover was concerned and she leaned forward and sucked the lip into her mouth to nibble and love on it. Becca’s fingers began unbuttoning her blouse and the anticipation of it all was maddening. Savanna snapped out of her trance momentarily and covered the tiny hands at her blouse.

“Before you strip me naked, I’d really like to bring my bags in. I promise, the second the suitcases hit the bedroom floor I’m all yours, okay?” Savanna asked and was amazed that the previous three kisses had her breathing heavy and spacing her words out to accommodate it.

Becca shot back a radiant smile and Savanna knew she’d just been played. But it didn’t bother her in the least and she was just as eager to have the petite woman in her arms again. She watched Becca turn to leave and smacked her naked fanny for which she received a startled gasp and saw the brunette whirl around so quickly her hair fanned out and hit her in the face when she stopped. Savanna simply giggled and waved at her, encouraging her to head upstairs and fight the urge to say something about the swat. Her nipples poked hard into her bra when Becca sauntered toward the stairs and Savanna was captivated by the alternating sway of her hips as she climbed each stair on her way to their bedroom.

She finally sagged against the doorway when her lover was out of sight and instantly brought her hands up to her breasts where she squeezed and massaged them, hoping to take the dull ache away for just a little while as she got her breath. As luck would have it, this only served to stimulate her more and she groaned as she pushed off the door and opened it to retrieve her luggage. She saw one of their neighbors on the sidewalk across the street and thought it strange that he was staring right at her. When she finally recognized who it was and realized he was two houses away from his own home, it dawned on her why he was so interested.

“Hey Max! Nice night, isn’t it? Full moon and all.” She called out, to let him know he’d been caught watching by throwing the moon comment in, regarding her lover’s nudity even though the actual moon was only half full tonight.

“Oh, uh yeah! Nice night.” He mumbled and quickly turned toward his home.

She could only chuckle and figured Max seeing Becca’s naked form wrapped around her body was probably the most exciting thing that had happened to him since his recent divorce. Savanna was still giggling about it when she trudged upstairs and dumped her baggage on the floor just inside the door. Becca was lying on her stomach with her head at the foot of the bed facing the door, her chin resting in her hands.

“Okay the bags have landed…you’re all mine. Shoes first.” She called out and Savanna raised an eyebrow at the dictate. Internally she was grateful for the commands as she was much too tired to come up with a decent strip-tease on her own and decided to play along. Her hand snaked seductively down her side, over her hip, along her thigh before slipping across a muscular calf and pushing off the heel of her shoe where it dropped to the floor. She straightened slowly never taking her eyes from the big brown eyes that were fixated on her body. Savanna discarded her other shoe in the same way before arching an eyebrow again in question of what she should remove next.

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After losing the bet to Dan, and sucking his dick, it turned out that my straight friend, really liked the way I sucked him off. The combination of me being so into it and my ability to actually get that fat cock head past my lips was one he could not refuse.

The next day my phone rang at 3:00pm. He told me he had hockey practice at 4:00 and asked if I was free to stop by his room. Being a horny sucker, I cut my introduction to music class and walked down the hall to his dorm room. He greeted me wearing only a towel and flip-flops. Dan told me to take a seat on his futon.

“Wow,” he said, “you did some really nice work on my big cock last night, did you mean what you said or do you even remember?”

“Yeah,” my eager mouth spreading into a grin, “you mean about blowing you any time you want? I meant it and still do. I’m as surprised as you since I’m not gay or anything.”

“Cool, it’s hard to believe but I won’t question it. I have about a half hour right now so get to work.” With that Dan stood up and dropped his towel to the floor. His cock was limp but already looking a little inflated and heavy.

Enjoying his authority, I quickly dropped to my knees between his legs, facing the same direction as him. I didn’t lift that beautiful cock to suck it, but just let it drop into my mouth the way it was hanging there. I took the head in and stuck my tongue out to get the underside really wet. He got hard almost instantly poker oyna so I had to turn around to get in front of him and suck in that huge, hard dick.

The taste and smell of his fat pipe was just as hot as the night before–I was straining in my shorts and really loving it. I grabbed it with my left hand and admired it. Man, that was one hot cock, so thick and juicy. I thought back to the night before and remembered that this massive cock in my hand is nearly 8″ around! Wow, I am lucky I thought. I licked it all over, sucked on his big balls and started pumping it with my fist. Eager for another taste, I shoved that massive crown back into my mouth while stroking his thick shaft.

I pulled it out and took another look and that head was now so beautiful and plump, I could hardly believe it was real. I shoved it back in straining just to get the head past my lips. I sucked and sucked, keeping my saliva fully flowing onto his cock so I could jam it in.

Dan soon whispered that he was cumming so I took it out my mouth and kept it about 2 inches from my lips while stroking that wet cock. I felt his dick tense then the first blast hit me right on the lips. The stream of jizz came so fast and wildly that the rest hit the floor. He handed me the towel and wiped my face and then he cleaned up himself.

“Thanks,” Dan gasped, “but I got some other shit to do. See you later.”

I thought too bad he came so fast I would canlı poker oyna have liked to have done that for at least 20 minutes longer.

Well, Dan was one horny guy. For example, I know he fucked his girlfriend at least once a week. For that first week I blew him twice a day every day! It was pretty basic at first. He would call, and I would eagerly arrive. It was fun, I was loving straining my mouth over that fat dick so often. He would choose a position and order me to get to work. Sometimes he would lay down, sometimes sit off the edge of the futon while I kneeled on the ground or he would stand.

For about the first 15 blowjob meetings, Dan didn’t say anything except for “get to work” and “I’m cumming”. Then, one night he called me over after not having me blow him all day and told me to take a seat.

He said, “man, this is great that you blow me anytime I want and I’m really glad you’re into it. I want to get an idea of what I can and can’t do because I don’t want to piss you off and blow a good thing; but I think I could enjoy it even more.”

“I only want to blow you,” I said.

“Of course, that’s all I want too,” he said. “While you’re doing it I want to boss you around and call you names, treat you like a bitch.”

“No problem,” I said. “If there’s something I’m not into I’ll make it known to you during or after.”

“OK, cool,” Dan grinned with relief. It was that day that I really internet casino became Dan’s cock-sucking slave.

Right then, he stripped off his shorts stood on his desk and said, “come over here and suck this big cock you little bitch–show me how much you love it.”

Enjoying this new addition to our repertoire, I walked up and stood with my legs slightly spread. Then I sucked that cock like a whore. I got it soaking wet and jerked and sucked it so nasty. I was not surprised when he came in less than 4 minutes. As he liked to add more humiliation, he shot his load all over my face.

Dan growled, “that’s a good little cock-sucker,” and handed me his used towel. I wiped up and left.

The scenes never went further than that–Dan just got more and more comfortable treating me as his bitch-boy. He would tell me exactly what to do: get it wetter, or slap it against my face or lips, or suck it harder or more gently or faster or slower. He also liked his balls sucked on and licked a lot. Most of all, he loved to see his cum all over my face. As a few more weeks passed he got even more comfortable and after cumming on my face would rub that hot cum into my face with his big, low hanging balls. A few times he had me suck him off twice in a row for a marathon session. Once it took me an hour and a half to get his second load. That was serious work!

I sucked him about 8 times a week on average. Once I sucked him off 6 times in 24 hours. This went on week after week for 4 years of college. I estimate I sucked him off nearly 1000 times. What a nice fat cock! You might think, “well, what did you get out of it?” If so, you’re not a true cock-sucker.

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Dances to the surging techno beat as simmering spotlights wash over her, blue-white and yellow-pink shining on her skin dark as our species’ African womb. She is visible only in flashes of pulsing light and must be assimilated in pieces: camouflage tank top, orange and green capris, stone-shaped shaved head, huge smile and eyes shut tight.

Arms gyrating and bare feet pounding the floor, she creates the illusion that it is she who is producing the music, that the music is merely dancing to her rhythm, struggling to keep up with her movements in the center of the dance floor.

Is it the center, or is that another illusion?

It is the center, Aly thinks to herself, for in a circle with no perimeter every point is the center. There are other dancers drifting through that space, but Eurasia is the glowing center from which the rest of them spread to darkness.

It is that darkness, the darkness outside of the circle where the spotlights do not touch, the darkness which gives the circle its lack of perimeter, it is that darkness in which Aly hides, watching the beacon shine in the center of the floor.

Sinuous, Eurasia undulates in the ice-hot glow of fluorescent lighting. She is something strange and glorious, and none of the girls will dare to come near her.

Aly dares. She steps into the light, entering a round spiral that will take her into Eurasia’s orbit. A prisoner of her gravity, she spins around dumpy white dykes and lipstick-sporting femmes to move in close to the girl in the center. She keeps a safe distance, a satellite dancing in the light that reflects from her.

Eurasia’s eyes open. “Come here, stud,” she says, and opens her arms wide to beckon Aly forward. Eurasia’s hands slide over her dyke-shaved head, and they dance close together in the warmth of each other’s bodies.

They dance for a long time in the darkness and fire-light in the center of it all, alone poker oyna but for each other, silent but for the music. Finally Aly speaks, leaning in low over Eurasia’s shoulders to shout into her ear. “Where’s your shoes?”

“Left ’em at home,” she answers.

“Where’s home?”

“Don’t got one.”

Aly licks her lips, running wet palms down Eurasia’s sweat-slicked shoulders. “Then i’m taking you home with me.”

. . .

Eurasia lies belly-down on Aly’s bed, arms tucked beneath her sides and body entirely still. Her feet hang over the edge, heels and toes of her yellow soles the black of dogs in moonlight. The bed is in an already-dark nook of Aly’s apartment, and under the low light of evening she is almost invisible.

Motionless in the darkness, she blends in completely, Aly’s eyes swimming over her as she glances around the room, her body tuned out as if a longtime fixture of the apartment. Could be the camouflage, Aly thinks, standing at her kitchen-counter sipping milky coffee. As she does so she watches for the gentle waxing of Eurasia’s form that will reveal she is still breathing. The room is silent as the earth.

Aly sets her coffee on the table and walks over, sitting on the side of the bed above the still form. Eurasia suddenly rouses, curling up on her side. “I want to eat your pussy,” she says.

Aly stares, taken off-guard. “Uh, hmm?”

Eurasia rolls into a sitting position. “Your pussy,” she says, “here,” pointing to her mouth.

She stares at Aly with a low, commanding stare, the kind of stare with which a mouse could make a cat its bitch, and under that intense gaze she hurriedly unbuttons her jeans, kicking off her shoes as she hustles herself into bed.

Eurasia topples her instantly, pulling up her shirt to reveal a slope of smooth skin the color of melting chocolate. She runs her hands down Aly’s stomach to the neon-orange panties that cover canlı poker oyna her crotch.

One finger curls under the waist at each side, pulling her panties out and down from her hips. Beneath a small patch of thick hair like a black forest, her vulva spreads like an exotic plant, anthurium pink and white with tiny green veins.

Eurasia does not waste time but begins to feast, tongue suddenly inside and wailing at her walls. “Uhuhuh-huh, uhuhuhaa!” Aly groans, disarmed again. Eyes bulging, she wraps her hands around Eurasia’s head, fingers spreading like rivers around her ears, and pulls the relentless tongue from her crotch before she climaxes.

Eurasia’s eyes glare up at her, fierce and hungry. Fires fan in those eyes, and Aly shivers, her own pupils shrinking as she releases her lover’s head, hands backing away in quivering fear.

“Oh, no,” Eurasia says, fires quieting to hearths, “come here, dear.”

She puts her arms around Aly softly, easing her shirt up and over her head. Her breasts slip out from under the fabric, dark things soft and sensuous like the night. Eurasia runs her hands over them, thumbing her nipples softly. Then she pulls Aly’s pants and panties from her legs, leaving her body naked but for her socks, her nude form suddenly lithe and lean.

Eurasia pulls her own tank top from her arms, exposing her own breasts, ebony slopes running down to dark knolls. She shifts, her backside gaining light and turning her to a silhouette. Streaks of shine detail the curves of her arms, her head, her breasts.

With barely a sound the shadow before Aly plunges from sight, and then there is that strong tongue lashing inside her. Her moans almost gurgles, she wrests Eurasia’s head from her groin again.

“Now what?” she asks.

“I want to see your cunt,” Aly says. She looks into Eurasia’s eyes, firm, rising from shadow.

Eurasia stands on the bed, crouching internet casino beneath the low ceiling. Her capris cling to her legs, military-green with patches of thin orange material. Her hands glide over the taut landscape of her stomach, running towards the waist of her pants. They seem to dance around her navel, a sensuously dark hollow in the slope of her belly.

Unable to resist, Aly jumps forward, wrapping her hands around Eurasia’s ass and curling her tongue into that dark, mysterious navel. Cheek pressed to Eurasia’s slick, warm belly, she explores the tight enclave with the wet softness of her tongue.

“Mmmmm,” Eurasia growls, running her hands around Aly’s smooth head as if to mold it into something. Then she folds them around her chin, pressing her thumbs into the dimples of Aly’s mouth and guiding her head away.

Aly sits back onto her legs and watches Eurasia’s hand undress her. In slow, steady motions they undo her tight orange belt, loosing the elastic to hang from her waist. She unzips the capris and they fall from her like a bird from a tree.

Her vulva spreads from the shadow between her legs like a red fern in a starless valley. Beads of light collect on scarlet and yellow lips, folding from the pink walls of her entrance which pool darkness within them like a lagoon and promise still greater secrets. Her clit slips from blankets of tissue like the dripping pistil of a flower, wet dew building in palpable drops on its tip.

Aly shudders weakly, the space between her legs filling with juice. Her lips drizzle wetness onto her thigh.

“Now?” Eurasia asks.

“Now,” Aly answers.

And then she is upon her, tongue slamming her walls and clit like a steady drumbeat, muscular tongue lashing until she cums and cums, screaming her passion in tongues into the night. Her skin is baked bronze in the heat of Eurasia’s kiln, fire blazing up into caverns of earth within her, burning the world back to wet black soil.

Then they lay, the two of them, around one another, wet flesh on wet flesh, heads on legs and hands on thighs, faceless, nameless, homeless, daughters of the night and fire.

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