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Ever think you have the perfect ideal to take care of a problem. You know one of those ideals that makes perfect sense in you head, but when you go through with it falls apart or worst it fucks everything up. Boy did I have one of those. Here is how it all went down.

It was the weekend before Rob, my cousin’s bachelor party, Katie the bride to be and my best friend, found out about the plans by read an email detailing the plans and came to me.

The email talked about how my brother Tim was going get some his buddies and Rob’s buddies together and take Rob out for happy hour and hit a few bars to get Rob drunk, then to go to a strip club before heading back to Tim’s apartment where another stripper would show up.

Katie thought it was strange that they would hire a stripper to go to Tim’s apartment after coming from a strip club. Not understanding that she came to me asking me, why not just stay there?

That’s when I told her that knowing Tim, he had hired the stripper to fuck Rob and taking him to the strip club is just to get him drunk and horny. My brother is a big jerk. He thinks life is too short to be tied to only one piece of ass. So I was sure Tim wanted to give our cousin Rob one last taste of another woman before he was tied to Katie.

Katie got so angry and scared at that thought and wanted to tell Rob he couldn’t go. I told her that would only cause problems and problems like that were not the why to start a marriage.

So I came up with an idea to ruin their plans and told her not to worry I fix my brother and his friends. Or so I thought.

Since the email had the name of the stripper and her number, I call the day of the party and canceled the party with her. Then I called my brother disguised my voice and left a message on his answering machine telling him Maria was sick but Amber would be there to take care of the groom.

My plan was to go to the party and start to strip and when I got down to my black lace bra and panties. I would get down on my knees in front of Rob and then tell him I wanted to give him a blowjob. Then I pretend to get sick and run into the bathroom, then after making sound like I was throwing up I would leave. After the guys left I’d go back and bust my brother then I’d give him hell.

The night of Rob’s bachelor party I showed up to Tim’s apartment in disguise. Neither my brother nor my cousin had seen me since I had dyed my hair platinum blond, so blond it was almost white. Plus I never hung out with Tim or his friends so I felt pretty safe. I also wore a lot of make-up, much more than usual and put in colored contacts. I though, there was no way that they recognize could me.

Plus I knew the guys were not there to look at my face but at my body. So I knew that the black velvet push up bra and match thong panties, plus garter belt and fish net stocks would have their attention as soon as I slip off the skin tight dress.

It was 11:30 when I arrived and as my brother, Tim let me in. he looked at me funny and asked me to turn around. Then he squeezed me ass as he commented how hot I was and the other guys quickly made similar comments. My cousin, Rob was sitting on a chair and looked so wasted. They were so drunk I now felt more comfortable that they wouldn’t recognize me. The guys were all horny and drunk and were eager for me to start stripping right away.

I started to dance for them as soon as they turned on the music. Want to get this over with. I danced as sexy as I could, grinding my hips, shaking my ass, touching and squeezing my breasts, as I slowly removed my dress. As I did I found I was actually getting wet and I was becoming very turned on stripping in front this guys , even though my own brother, and my cousin were there.

Feeling brave I turned around and wiggled my ass in front of guys. Then one of the guys made a comment about the butterfly tattoo on my ass check. I spun around quickly and looked at my brother, remembering he had once seen my tattoo, fearful he had recognized me. But he didn’t have a look on his face like my butterfly had registered with him. Then I thought there had to be a lot on strippers with butterfly tattoos on the asses or lower back or other place.

I started getting back into it and put my foot between Tim’s black friend, Sal’s legs and allowed him to remove the fishnet stocking from that leg. He caressed my leg but I smacked his hand when he tried to rub my crotch. When the stocking was off I wrapped it around his neck like a scarf.

Then I move over to Kevin and repeated that with my other leg. Tim came over and gave me a slap on the ass, which caught me by surprise. I ordered him to his seat and tied the other stocking around his neck and lead him back poker oyna to his seat. Like the dog he was.

Then they started telling me to take off my bra, I thought I better end this so I danced over toward Rob.

Then Rob’s friend Darren was behind me and Sal stood in front of me. They sandwiched me and began grinding into me. Darren unlatched my bra and Sal quickly removed it. I was startled and didn’t know how to react as the other guys watching including Tim cheered. Both Darren and Sal started fondling my tits and before I could react Darren turned my head around so he could kiss me while Sal began to suck on my tits. I felt Darren’s hard cock pressed against my ass and honestly I was so very turned on, but when I felt one of their hands slide in my panties and begin to rub my pussy I stopped them.

The only thing I could think to say was that I wanted to suck the groom’s cock now.

Sal and Darren obliged but not before my panties were around my ankles. I was kind of embarrassed that I was naked in front of own brother, my cousin and their friends even if they didn’t know it was me. I stepped out of my panties and headed over to Rob naked. I tried to look cool and sexy but I was a little flustered by what just happened.

As I approached Rob knelt down between his legs and he unbuttoned his pants. I looked up into his face, a little disappointed that he would go through with this. He pulled out his semi-hard cock and began stroking his cock it quickly got fully hard.

As I thought now was the time to pretend to get sick, I felt my pussy being penetrated.

I gasped, as I did Rob put his hands on my head and pushed it to his cock. I didn’t know who was behind me, but they had their hands on my hips and their rock-hard cock buried deep in my pussy. The cock felt bigger than what I was use to and I let out a moan as his cock slide in me. One of his friends watching shouted encouragement to Darren and to know who was fucking me got me very hot.

My cousin’s cock was now in my mouth. At this point I was so terrified, but there was no going back now. Darren was fucking me deep and fast. My pussy was so wet. I couldn’t believe how good it felt and began to suck on my cousin’s cock while the other five watched and cheered.

Suddenly Darren began pumping his cum in my pussy and I was surprised because he hadn’t been fucking me long. I was never so glad I was on the pill as I was at that moment. He didn’t stop fucking even after he finished blowing his load inside me though. He just fucked me faster for another five minutes or so until he removed his cock from my cunt and I felt his hot cum shoot onto my ass.

After Darren had cum for a second time he got up and another hard cock immediately slide in my pussy. John was now fucking me right where Darren left off very hard and fast. I was still sucking my brother’s cock. Darren had me on the verge of an orgasm and John put me over the top.

Right before I knew I was about to cum I stopped sucking my cousin’s cock and placed my hands on his thighs and hung my head between his legs. I braced myself, trying to resist the orgasm, but to no avail. My body was overwhelmed by the intensity of a huge orgasm. I was shaking, it was obvious to them all I was climaxing. My cunt clamped down on John’s cock the spasms causing him to lose it, sending yet another load of cum in my used pussy.

Rob had yet to cum, probably because of all the alcohol he drank. When John finished with me, Tim asked Rob if he wanted to fuck me now and Rob responded.

“No, you go ahead and fuck her. She deserves it.”

I looked up into Rob’s face and he winked, did he know it was me? Did he know he was giving his cousin permission to fuck his own sister? I knew there was no way to stop this without embarrassing Tim, Rob and myself, and ruining my relationship with both of them plus my best friend, Katie. So I decide to let my own brother have me.

Tim stood me up and lends in and whispered, “You’re a hot piece of ass and I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Tim led me to the couch and laid me on my back with my legs spread wide. He got on his knees in front of me and I couldn’t help but admire own brother, he is handsome, well build and his cock looked about eight inched long and fairly thick.

The cum that Darren and John had deposited in me was leaking out of my swollen cunt and Tim commented that the two guys he would have preferred a clean pussy to fuck but he wasn’t opposed to sloppy second. With that he inserted the head of his cock in my pussy and slowly pushed it all the way in to his own sister. Tim was much bigger then any guy I had ever been with. I really tried not enjoying his cock but I wasn’t completely recovered from canlı poker oyna my first orgasm and after a couple of minutes I felt myself building towards another big orgasm.

Tim was squeezing and mauled my nipples pulling on them and twisting them. As he fucked me, the guys watching were commenting what a slut I was. Dirty talk had has always be a weakness of mine.

When I started to cum again Tim encouraged me “Just let go, cum for me slut.”

Which was exactly what I did.

When my orgasm finally subsided I was completely drained, but Tim was still humping me. For another couple minutes I felt so nasty letting my brother use me. Then he finally pulled out and his cum shoot high into the air and falling onto my tits and stomach.

Although I was spent, normally two big orgasms had me ready to curl up and go to sleep. I realized they all wanted to fuck me and they were not going to stop until they did. Dan decided he wanted me next. He sat down next to me on the couch and told me to hop on top of him as he was holding his cock straight up.

I weakly climbed on top of him. As soon as my sloppy pussy engulfed Dan’s cock I grab him by the hair and pushed his face into my breasts. Hoping he want me off him since I was shoving his face into my brother’s cum that was on my tits. Maybe if I pissed him off enough it would break up the party and they kick me out. Instead he squeezed my ass and began rolling his tongue over my tits, and lapping up the cum.

At that point I decided total trap, I had no choice but to let them do what they wanted to me. Figured if I let them all them all have their turn this night would finally be over. So I stupidly said, “do want you want boys, I yours. Come on Fuck this slut, good. I want you all in me.” fuck that was another mistake.

Because then Kevin came up behind me and he told Dan to hold up fucking me. Then I felt him pressing the head of his cock against my asshole. The sensation of my asshole stretching around Kevin’s cock was intense.

I grit my teeth in discomfort. I have had anal sex before and can enjoy it but only after the cock was in me. It hurts getting my hole stretched that way. When Kevin had his cock buried in my ass they both started fucking me. The sensation of having both my holes fucked at the same time was overwhelming. I never had two guys at the same time. They were sliding their cocks in and out of me at different intervals. The pleasure was mixed with a little pain but was so intense. I felt myself cumming for a third time. Kevin announced how tight my asshole felt and I felt his hard cock begin to pulsate as his cum jetted deep in my ass. I have never felt a guy cum in my ass, all the other time I have had anal the guy pulled out and shot his cum on my ass and back. I looked over at Rob who was slowly stroking his cock while watching me get double teamed. He had this big smile on his face and again he winked at me.

When Kevin removed his cock my asshole as it quickly shrunk and the relief of pressure felt so good. Dan was still fucking my cunt and Kevin and Tim encouraged Rob to fuck my ass next saying “Katie is never going to let you fuck her ass, Rob. But if she did she like it, since she has had a stick up her ass for years.”

I almost laughed, Katie was stuck up some, then I almost cried when rob agreed with Kevin and Tim. Then stood and walk behind me.

Again this was something total new I had never had my ass fuck twice in one night by even one guy let alone two different guys.

As Rob got behind me and pushed his cock in my asshole. The cum leak and the fucking my ass had already taking let my cousin’s cock slip up into me easier and less discomfort.

I was lost to the incredible wickedness of what I was doing. My cousin didn’t hold back either; he pounded my ass so hard. Dan now matched Rob’s intensity and the other guy’s marveled at how hard they were fucking me and that I was taking it like porno slut in heat.

I had never felt like this before I was clearly moaning and begging to be use like a cheap slut, both men pounding both my holes hard. Slowly the pleasure gave way to more and more pain, as the tenderness parts of her body were assaulted over and over again.

Neither Rob nor Kevin let up until they were ready to cum. Rob blow his load first followed quickly by Kevin. They both pulled their cocks out of their respective holes and I took my cousin’s warm cum over my ass and back while Kevin plastered my tits with his cum.

The only guy who hadn’t fucked me yet was Sal, which was not by accident. Apparently they were saving him for last because he had the biggest cock of all the guys and they wanted to watch him finish me off or maybe it was just none of internet casino them wanted to fuck me after he did.

When I saw it I was speechless. It was huge. I was told it was 12 inches long and it was easily that, plus very thick. It was without a doubt the biggest cock I’ve seen and even though I was exhausted and sore from being fucked so many guys straight but I was consumed with lust. I wanted be fuck with Sal’s big cock.

I only wish they started me off with Sal because my pussy was so worn out and tender that I knew it was going to hurt but I didn’t care.

Sal had me suck and lick his huge cock for a few minutes before he started fucking me. As I was giving him the blowjob he wanted, I stopped and just had to tell him out loud and in amazement how huge his cock was. I could tell from his reaction he had heard that from many girls but could also tell he liked hearing it. He said he loved hearing white girls moan on his big dick as he laughed.

After sucking his massive cock till it was wet with my spit and having rub it against my face, he gave me the orders to climb on top of his fat cock. I eagerly obeyed. I grabbed his shaft at its base and slowly lowered myself onto it. My tender pussy never felt so filled. My cunt was being stretched out so much to accommodate his large cock. I couldn’t help but moan and even though I was sore I loved having Sal’s huge cock in my cunt.

I was fucking him very slow and as I did I licked the cum off one of my tits. All the guys loved watching me doing that and when I licked it clean Sal then started sucking on them. so hard was he sucking I knew I have hicks all over my tits.

Darren then stood on the couch next to us and turned my head towards him. He put his hard cock in my mouth and I started sucking on it. After a few minutes Darren started to moan very loud and I knew he was about to cum. He held my head down on his cock as he gave me a mouth full of his cum, and didn’t let go until I swallowed it down.

Sal now wanted to fuck me faster. He stood up with his massive cock still buried in me and began to impaling on his fat cock. Sal was a big guy so he manhandled me easily. I whimpered and tears run down my face as he dropped me over and over onto his spike. I hugged him tightly and we both began to cum together. It was such an intense and amazing orgasm for both of us, perhaps one of the best ones I’ve ever had.

When he finished filling my pussy with his cum he lowered me to my feet. My legs were shaky and almost feel over.

I lend against the couch, Tim quickly turned me around and bent me over. I was barely able to stand. I had to hold onto the armrest of the couch to stay on my feet and not collapse. Tim wasted no time shoving his cock back in my cunt. He was fucking me from behind and John then hopped on the couch and shoved his cock into my face. My weak protest only allowed him to shove his cock in my mouth.

Tim reached under me and grabbed me my swing tits again punishing my nipples as he jack-hammered my cunt. After a few minutes he stopped removed his cock from my cunt, I started to whimper. Glad my brother was out of me by then scream as he pushed it against my abused asshole. Three guys in one night had fucked my ass now, John was now cumming in my mouth as I mumbled to Tim to stop fucking my ass. He didn’t stop but luckily shot his warm cum up my ass shortly and then removed his cock.

After that I collapsed tell the guys I had had it. I couldn’t take any more. I made to the bathroom to clean up on shaky legs. I was whimpered as I cleaned up my cunt and ass were so sore. I knew it would be days before I feel better. Couldn’t believe what I had just done. The only good thing was I don’t think any of them knew it was me. I thought about Katie I knew she what to know if my plans had work to break up the party. I knew I have to lie and tell that they did but I have to do it over the phone I would be able to look her in the eyes and lie.

I also thought how could I have enjoyed being fucked by all of them so much?

I slipped on only the dress. I just wanted to leave as quickly as possible. When I got out of the bathroom Tim handed me an envelope of money and told me how wonderful I was. I didn’t bother to count it and just got out of there as quick as I could.

When I got home I counted $1,500 in the envelope. I fucked six of Tim and Rob’s friends and made $1,500, and had more orgasms in one night then I had had in the last six months.

The next day, I had my hair dyed a different color and cut short and had a spa treatment to relax my sore body. I was very nervous for days that Tim or Rob or one their friends recognized me, at wedding rehearsal or at the wedding. I almost fainted when Sal asked me to dance at the wedding and I did get wet dancing with him. No one had brought up the bachelor party I felt I was home free. Then Tim called me a few days later and asked if Amber was available for the night.

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Megan was a gorgeous girl, 18 years old, 5’10”, 128lbs, long wavy blonde hair that cascaded all the way down to her firm, little ass, big brown eyes, hourglass waist and perfectly perky breasts. She was the envy of every girl in her high school and the fantasy of every male that drawed a breath within a 50 mile radius.

She was the only child of Evelyn and Rick. So, needless to say, Megan was a very spoiled girl and used to getting anything she wanted. But there was only one thing in this world she wanted, but she knew it would take alot of planning to obtain it.

One day after school, she realized she was closer to obtaining it then she thought. Upon returning home from school, Megan’s mom announced she had to make an emergency trip to Texas. One of her best friend’s from college was having surgery and wanted Evelyn by her side. This was wonderful news to Megan.

‘When will you be leaving Mom?” she asked.

“My plane leaves in 3 hours, her mother answered, so you and Daddy are on your own for dinner and for the next 3 days.”

“That’s cool, said Megan, I think we can handle that”

Evelyn excused herself to go upstairs and pack.

“When Daddy gets home, tell him to come upstairs” yelled her mom from her bedroom.

“Ok Mom!!” she said.

Megan went over to the couch and began doing her homework. Hard as she tried she could not concentrate on algebra and calculus knowing she was going to have the next 3 days completely to herself. Just then, the front door swung open.

“Hi Daddy, she said, Mom’s upstairs”.

“Thanks sweety”, he said, winking at her as he rushed by on his way upstairs.

Megan’s dad was in pretty good shape for 42 years old, very athletic. He ran alot and went to the gym 4 days a week. Her mom was no slouch either, she loved working out and staying in shape, so it’s no wonder Megan had a body to die for.

A few minutes later Rick came back down the steps.

“How was your day at school Meg?” he asked.

“Oh the norm, you know” she answered. how was your day?”

“Pretty good, so what should we do about dinner?” he asked, rubbing his stomach.

“Pizza definitely” Megan piped up, smiling.

“Pizza it is then” he agreed.

“Ok guys, I’m off to the airport” Evelyn said from atop the stairs.

“Do you need a ride?” Rick asked.

“No baby, I’ve got a cab, and it just pulled up so I’ll see you guys in 3 days” she said as she kissed them before exiting.

“Wow, it got quiet” Rick said, laughing.

“Yeah, I need to get my homework done” Megan said.

Later that night Megan and Rick sat watching TV as they ate dinner, the living room lit only by a small lamp in the corner of the room.

“Well that’s it for me” said Megan, pushing her plate away.

As she stood up to go to the kitchen, Rick couldn’t resist watching her. He noticed he had been watching her quite a bit lately, but wasn’t sure why. This was his daughter.

“Daddy, do you want anything from the kitchen?” Megan hollered.

“No baby, I’m fine, thanks” he answered.

“Ok, I’m gonna go take a shower then” she said.

As he listened to her walk up the stairs he began imagining how her body looked in the shower, the water running down her body, her wet, gorgeous hair pressed to her back, her nipples rock hard as little droplets of water cascaded from them to the bathtub below. His cock throbbed unmercifully with these thoughts.

After flipping thru the channels, finding nothing worth his attention on the television, he decided to go to bed. It was late and he wanted to get up early in the morning and go jogging anyway. As he passed Megan’s room, he noticed her door was slightly open. She was bent over, drying her legs. One leg seductively perched up on the bed, sliding the towel over her muscular calf slowly, methodically.

Her long, wet hair flowed over her shoulders, slightly dripping on the floor. Her skin was beautiful, lightly tanned from her hours by the pool, little tiny freckles danced all over her back. She was so beautiful standing there. Rick couldn’t poker oyna believe his daughter had grown into such a gorgeous young woman. He realized his cock was getting hard again and decided he should go lie down.

As he walked away, the floorboard underneath him squeaked, giving away his hiding place.

“Is that you daddy?” Megan asked.

“Yeah baby, it’s me, I’m going to bed now” he answered.

“Umm, ok daddy, good night” she said.

“Good night baby”.

As he lay in bed, thoughts of what he had just seen kept replaying in his mind. His gorgeous, young daughter, fresh from the shower, bent over in front of him. His cock began throbbing. He slid his hand under the cover and began stroking his shaft, it was so hard it almost hurt. Just then, his bedroom door opened slightly.

“Daddy?” asked Megan, in the darkness.

Quickly bringing his hand out, “Yes baby?”

“Can I come in for a minute?” she asked.

“Sure baby, is something wrong?” her father asked.

“No, nothing wrong” she answered.

Megan took a spot on the edge of the bed beside her father. He couldn’t help but notice the small little nightie she was wearing, almost see thru.

“What’s up sweety?” he asked.

“How old were you when you had sex the first time?” she asked, surprising her father.

“Well, I guess around 18, 19” he answered, “Why?”

“Well lately I’ve been getting these urges and I guess I just needed to know if it was normal or not” she explained. “Thanks Daddy”

“You’re very welcome baby, any other questions?” he asked.

“Not right now” she said, smiling.

As she leaned in to kiss her daddy good night he could see right down her nightie, it was very hard to hide his growing erection under the blanket. Just as he thought she was getting up, she leaned down to kiss him again, only this time her lips were not moving quickly from his lips. He couldn’t believe it. His daughter’s tongue was in his mouth. She quickly jumped up.

“I’m sorry daddy, I don’t know what came over me” she said, embarrassed.

“It’s ok baby, I’m not mad” he assured her.

“Come here baby and lay next to me” he said.

“Ok daddy” she said, smiling as she took a place next to her father on the bed.

He layed there stroking her hair, telling her everything was okay. Shorty thereafter, she was asleep. He gently slid his arm from underneath her and rolled over to turn the lamp off. Gently grabbing the blanket and placing it over her beautiful body. A small beam of moonlight shown in the bedroom, just enough to illuminate her body, providing just enough light for Rick to lay there and admire her.

Her breasts were so perky and her small nipples poked thru the flimsy nightie as she lay there with one arm above her head and the other one by her side. She had one leg hiked up and the other one straight down. He could make out the small little white lace panties she was wearing. As he watched her, he again reached under the blanket and began stroking his cock.

Just then, the telephone rang, awaking Megan from her deep sleep.

“Hello?” answered Rick with a startled tone. “No, you have the wrong number”.

He hung up the phone and turned to see Megan facing him, smiling.

“What?” he asked.

“You’ve got a major boner daddy” she said, still smiling.

“Yeah yeah” he said, trying to cover up.

“Don’t be embarrassed daddy, from the looks of it, you’ve got nothing to be embarrassed of” she said.

Rick could feel his face burning with embarrassment. The fact that his daughter had noticed his boner was bad enough, but to comment on it.

“Well maybe you should go to your own bed now baby” he said, still messing with the covers.

“Awww, do I have to?” she asked, sticking her bottom lip out.

“Well no, you don’t have to baby” he answered.

“Good” she said “I don’t want to.”

As he lay back down, trying to fix the covers he felt Megan cuddling closer to him. The warmth of her body was amazing. Rick could feel her tits pressed into his side, and her wonderful smelling canlı poker oyna hair was right there below his nose. Her head rested lightly on his chest as she straddled her leg over his, preparing to go to sleep.

Just as he had calmed down and was near sleep, he felt something inside his boxers. After squinting his eyes and adjusting them a bit more, he realized it was Megan’s hand. She was fondling him in her sleep. He couldn’t believe what was happening. But he didn’t want it to stop either. So he spread his legs a bit more and slid his boxers down below his knees, allowing his cock the freedom it so desperately needed.

He lay there, with his eyes closed, feeling his daughter’s hand massage his shaft, he couldn’t believe how good it felt. He reached over, inside her nightie and pulled one of her breasts out. It was so heavy, and so round, her nipple was pink and hard as his fingers massaged it. Kneading her flesh in his hand while she jerked him off. Once in awhile her fingertips would graze the top of his nutsack, sending surges thru his body.

He decided this wasn’t enough for him. He leaned over and placed his lips on hers, parting her mouth with his tongue. Kissing her, hoping to wake her up. Slowly she awakened, barely opening her eyes, but still leaving her hand on her father’s cock.

“Daddy?” she whispered.

“MMM, yes baby, it’s daddy” he moaned. “Daddy wants you to take your nightie off Megan”

She removed her hand long enough to slip the nightie off over her head, throwing it to the floor. Both of them being wide awake now, Megan helped her father slide his boxers the rest of the way off. Their bodies pressed together in a seductive embrace as they kissed passionately.

Rick rolled his daugher over on top of him, still kissing her. Oh god, her body felt so good pressing naked against his. He could feel her bald mound rubbing against his cock.

“Megan, daddy wants to fuck you baby” he whispered.

As she straddled his hips, she moaned “I want you too daddy”

“Slide your pussy up here to daddy’s mouth baby” he instructed her.

And just like a good daughter, she obeyed her daddy, sliding her beautiful, bald pussy straight to his mouth as he opened the lips, exposing her pink little bud. This drove Megan crazy, her daddy’s hands were so strong and powerful, commanding her petite frame. She straddled his face as she lay on her back, stretched across his chest and stomach.

He slid his hands up under her ass, sliding her pussy closer to his lips as he lapped up her juices, roughly sucking and nibbling her clit. Her small body grinded down on her daddy, forcing him to take her entire pussy into his mouth. She moved her hips side to side as she pulled and tugged her nipples, sending sexual currents thru her body.

Rick knew his daughter wanted this, and even if she didn’t, she had come too far now. There was no way she was going to bed till he fucked her. He roughly slid 2 fingers up her ass as he ate her out. Sucking her pussy lips into his mouth as her juices dripped down on him like a summer’s rain.

“OHHHH GODDDDD DADDY!!!!!!” she screamed, still grinding her pussy into his mouth. “DADDY PLEASE DON’T STOP!!!” she begged.

Her screams of extasy only provoked Rick more as he fingered her ass faster. Cramming his tongue deeper into her young pussy. The tip of his nose raping her clit as she rode his face like a pro.

“OHHHHH GODDDD DADDY, I’M CUMMINGGGGGG!!!!” she cried as her juices spilled out of her, coating her father’s face, dripping down to his chest.

Her young body shook violently on top of her daddy as wave after wave shot thru her.

Finally, she stopped, just lying there, still straddling her father’s face.

“Get up baby” he whispered.

She rolled off his chest, landing on her hands and knees on the bed.

Rick got on his hands and knees behind her, gently grabbing her hips and nibbling on her back.

“Lie down on your stomach” he ordered her.

Once again obeying her father. Rick slid down behind Megan, between her legs. She rose her ass internet casino in the air slightly, helping her daddy. Rick could see his daughter’s cum still dripping from her pussy. Little droplets were around her young hole as he lowered his mouth to her. Roughly he began sucking her pussy from behind, licking and fucking it with his mouth.

His nose just outside her asshole as she pushed her body back, showing Rick she was loving every minute of this. He slid 3 fingers deep into her pussy, stretching her as his tongue made its way to her asshole. Deeper and deeper he rimmed his daughter, fucking her up the ass with his long, sexy tongue.

“Oh god daddy!!!!!”she wailed “Oh god please don’t stop, I love your tongue up my ass!”

Rick couldn’t take this anymore. Without warning he removed his fingers and tongue and told his daughter to get back on her hands and knees. As soon as she did, he plowed his cock into her pussy. Savagely fucking his daughter, pumping her young pussy for all he was worth.

“I’ve wanted inside you for so long baby” he moaned, pumping her deeper.

“MMMMM daddy!!” she moaned “You feel so good inside me”

“Oh fuck yeah baby, you wanna be daddy’s little whore when mommy’s not around, huh?” he growled.

“Please daddy, please make me your whore” she begged. “I’ll do anything, anytime you want daddy”.

“Oh I know you will baby, if you don’t, I’ll just take it” he moaned.

Rick quickly slid his cock out of his daughter, making sure his cock was very well lubricated. It shined as the moon beam hit it. That was all he needed. Violently he stuffed his cock up his daughter’s ass. The force of his penetration knocked her face first into the bed. With her head buried into a pillow he fucked her harder.

“Oh fuck yes babygirl!!!” he yelled “Your mother won’t let me in her ass”

“You can have my ass whenever you want it daddy” she moaned in between heavy breaths.

“Daddy’s gonna cum baby, where do you want it?”

“Up my ass daddy, give it to me now!!” she begged.

One final, forceful thrust into her ass and Rick unloaded his seed deep into his daughter. Squirt after squirt of warm sticky fluid filled her ass. He yelled her name over and over still pumping her.

“Rub your pussy for daddy” he ordered his daughter.

Megan reached down between her legs and began furiously rubbing her clit while her daddy’s cock was still buried up her ass. Slowly he continued pumping her as she rubbed faster and harder.

“MMMM, that’s my babygirl” he growled “Rub that pussy for your daddy.”

“OHHHHHH MYYYYYY GODDDDDDD!!!!!”she yelled, “I’m cummingggggggggg”.

Megan’s cum poured out of her like a waterfall, sliding down her legs and onto the bed. This made Rick hard as a rock again. Quickly he slid his cock from her ass back into her pussy. He could still feel the walls contracting from her orgasm. Tightly they massaged his shaft as he pumped in and out, harder each stroke.

“Daddy’s gonna cum again babygirl, you want that? he asked, pumping her deeper.

“Yes Daddy!! YES!! YES!! YES!!” she purred.

Right before he came, he slid his cock out of her.

“Turn around and suck me off baby” he ordered “I want you to suck your daddy off”

Quickly Megan turned and took her father’s cock into her mouth, deepthroating him immediately.

“Oh fuck yes!!” he yelled, grabbing her head and holding it down.

Faster and more forcefully Rick skull fucked his daughter. Her lips going all the way down to his nutsack. Her tongue massaging every vein in his cock, tightening and releasing her mouth muscles.

“Oh shit!!!” he yelled “Daddy’s cumming!!!!”

He held her head down as he filled her young mouth with his seed. He couldn’t stop cumming. He just kept pumping his ass, skull fucking her. Finally the last of his cum oozed out into her mouth.

“Now swallow it babygirl” he demanded.

Megan looked up at her father, opened her mouth, showing him his cum in a pool on her tongue. She used her tongue to swirl it around a few times before swallowing it with one gulp.

They both collapsed on the bed, exhausted from the sin they had just committed.

“Now what?” Megan asked.

“Now we sleep babygirl, we still have 2 more nights to play till mommy gets home.”

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*** This series was awarded Best Lesbian Story, as well as Most Literary/Genre Transcending Story in the 2019 Reader’s Choice Awards. Thank you to all who voted. ***

Welcome to Chapter Eight. If you’re planning on reading this but you haven’t finished chapters One through Seven, then, well… I don’t know what to tell you anymore. Come here, sit next to me and I’ll pat your knee and tell you that everything’s okay.

As usual, I’ve updated my Spotify playlist with the songs featured in this chapter. You can find the link in the contact tab of my author page.

Thanks to my editor, ThisNameIsntTakenYet, for his diligent work in making me look less dumb.

This chapter is dedicated to a dear internet friend. She knows who she is.

~~ Front Royal, Virginia, June ~~

JO

After taking the controls from Blue, Jo had flown her dad’s Bell-47 back to the farm. It was a hair-raising flight, with Jo throwing the helicopter into dives and banks, and following the path of the Shenandoah River the last couple miles a few dozen feet off the water. When she approached the farm and climbed to a less terrifying altitude, Henry insisted Blue take the controls back, wanting her to get more practice at landing. It took her a few attempts to get straight on the sled outside the hanger. She came down crooked and dusted off the first two times, while Jo sat on her hands to keep from grabbing the stick. On the third try, Blue set it down perfectly. She killed the engine and after the blades slowed to a stop, hit the remote to slide Margaret back into her home.

Just taking the controls for a short time seemed to have breathed life into Jo and she was almost bouncing as they walked back to the house. They spent a few minutes making small talk with Henry, then Jo made their excuses and nearly dragged Blue back to her cabin.

“I think someone is in a good mood,” Blue gasped as Jo pinned her to the wall just inside the door and nibbled on her neck.

“God Blue, after everything you’ve done for me since I woke up… today was… if dad hadn’t been with us I’d have taken you right there in the cockpit before the rotor had even spun down.” She pulled Blue’s shirt off. “I’m only a little mad at you for springing the Major on me like that.” She threw Blue over her shoulder and limped into the bedroom to throw them both down on the bed.

“Jo, your dad is right next door! I can see his porch from here!” she pointed across Jo’s house to the glass front door.

“Fine!” Jo got up and shut her bedroom door. “Better?” she said, whipping off her own shirt and sports bra in one motion.

Blue leaned up on her elbows, grinning. “I haven’t seen this Jo since January. I like this Jo.”

Jo had kicked off her sneakers and was busy pulling off her jeans, getting them snagged on her prosthetic. She impatiently ripped them past her foot. “You better get used to this Jo, ’cause you’re the one that’s brought her out.” She fumbled with the button on Blue’s jeans. “I like you better in dresses,” she growled as she worked them down her hips. Her eyes widened to see that her Blue Girl wasn’t wearing underwear. “And you getting me back on the stick this weekend…”

Blue giggled and said, “Which stick is that Jo? The one in your dad’s helicopter? Or the one I strapped around your hips last night?”

“You sexy little…” Jo breathed. “That’s it, incoming!” She launched herself at Blue, who squealed “Eep!” with delight.

Later, as Jo lay on her back with Blue resting her head on her shoulder, she mused, “Gotta say, I was skeptical about your ‘Jo plan’, but I’m feeling a lot better about things right at this moment.”

“That’s good,” Blue murmured, half asleep.

“What’s next on the agenda?”

“Mmmm. You’ll find out soon.”

There was a pause, then Jo said “You’re not going to spring something big on me again are you? You know I have a problem with that.”

Blue turned her head to rest her chin on Jo’s chest and look her in the eyes. “Sorry, I forgot. We have three weekends left before the beach tour. Tonight, we’re going back to D.C. You still have PT and therapy all week. But I was going to take us out on Thursday evening.”

“To do what?”

“Something you told me you wanted to do the night we met.”

“Huh. Refresh my memory?”

~~ Fairfax, Virginia, July ~~

JILL

“I don’t know why this is making me so nervous,” Jo said.

“Maybe because the Army hasn’t let you do this for the last thirteen years of your life?” I asked.

“I guess so.”

“Do you regret doing it?”

“No,” Jo said, turning her head back and forth as she looked in the mirror, “No, I think I really like it. You were right, this is cool.”

I smiled. “Megan Rapinoe’s got nothing on you baby.”

Jo’s hair was purple now, starting with a bright purple at the tips and fading to a light, whitish-purple at the roots, and styled a little more punk than normal, with the six-inch long hair on top curling down over the left side of poker oyna her forehead, the sides and back still almost buzzed tight against her head.

“Justine, Blue was right, you’re a wizard.”

“Thanks,” my sister said as she ran her fingers through Jo’s hair. She eyed Jo’s haircut critically, then picked up her scissors and clipped off a microscopic fraction of an inch off the front. “As it grows out, your natural hair color should go pretty well with the color I managed at the roots, so you should be good for at least six weeks. Don’t wash your hair for seventy-two hours. Stay out of swimming pools and hot tubs for a while if you can. I don’t know why I’m telling you this, Jill is probably as good at taking care of a dye job as I am at this point. But you’re done. Jill’s got another hour to go at least.”

I was sitting in the salon chair next to Jo’s, my hair festooned with foil strips. I was keeping the blue hair, but Justine was adding in highlights in lighter and darker blues, with the occasional streak of purple. The stylist that Dr. Samuels had taken me to in Germany had done an adequate job, but it had been fairly monochrome. My sister was making it look more… naturally blue, if that could be a thing.

“Okay.” Jo said standing up from the chair. “Do you mind if I go check out the Guitar Center across the way?” My sister’s salon was in a strip mall in Fairfax near the intersection of Fairfax and Lee Highways. We’d passed the guitar store when we’d driven through the shopping center.

“Not if you kiss me before you go.”

Jo chuckled and leaned over to plant a long kiss on me. “I’ll be back before you’re done.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you as happy as you are with her,” Justine told me when Jo had left. “She’s certainly unlike anyone else you’ve ever dated.” She was fussing with my hair while we talked.

“She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” I said.

“Good, I’m glad you guys are happy. This needs to sit for another twenty minutes, then we’ll start taking these out.”

“Justine?”

“What, sweetie?” she said, teasing the ends of my hair.”

“I’m going to marry her someday.”

Justine stopped and met my eyes in the mirror. “You asked her?”

“Oh god no, it’ll have to come from her. She’d freak the hell out if I ever brought it up first.”

“She asked you then?”

“Nope. But she will. Someday. I know it.”

Justine looked dubious. “Okay, baby sister. If you say so. Not sure she seems like the marrying kind, but you know her better than me.”

“I do know her. It feels like I’ve always known her. But that brings me to my next thing…”

“Which is?” She’d gone back to teasing my hair.

I hesitated. She stopped again and met my eyes in the mirror. “Jill, you know they won’t be interested.”

“I know,” I sighed. I felt my eyes welling up with tears. “I mean, they don’t even call me on my birthday, I have to call them. So why do I want them to meet Jo so badly?”

“Because every kid wants their parents’ approval of their partner. Even after they shut you out of their lives. I give them holy hell about it pretty much any chance I can. Honestly, I’m getting uncomfortable having Danny around them because of it.

“I just want to stand in front of them with Jo and say ‘This is the woman. The woman that’s repairing my life whole after you fractured it. The woman who’s made me happy, finally’.”

Justine leaned down and hugged me, careful not to mess up the foil strips in my hair. “Jill, I’m so sorry they’re like this. I can’t tell you not to reach out to them, but I’m not sure I’d bother trying if I were you. They’ll just hurt you more.”

“I know,” I said, sniffing. She handed me a tissue.

“I’ll always be your big sis, for what it’s worth. Tell you what, I’ve been meaning to do this for a long time, and I’m really sorry we haven’t before, but how about I host Thanksgiving this year and you bring Jo and any of her family you want. You can invite Sara and her parents too.”

“What about mom and dad?”

“I’ll tell them who’s coming and if they chose to stay home by themselves, then fuck ’em.”

“Justine!” I said, a smile peeking through my tears.

“What? Like they deserve better? You can also come over for the Fourth of July this weekend if you want to.”

“Thanks, but Jo wants to see the fireworks on the Mall. She’s never seen them in person.” I sniffed and wiped my nose again.

“I love you, Jilly-bean.”

“You too, Just-enuff.”

~~ Walter Reed National Military Medical Center, Bethesda, Maryland ~~

JILL

Looking back, I was a little surprised it didn’t happen sooner.

The Fourth of July weekend went by quickly. Jo handled the crowds on the Mall better than I’d expected. Even the deluge of booming explosions from the firework show hadn’t seemed to rattle her much.

The next week, I’d finished work for the day and was sitting in our suite at Reed, waiting for Jo to come back from working out with Liz so we could get ready for dinner. I’d started canlı poker oyna to pack some of our things since she was going to be discharged next week and move in with me.

As I took a break from packing, I looked over at our nightstand. There were two framed pictures there. The first was an old photo Jo always kept near. It was a jumble of faces. Henry was in the middle, with Jo and Steve on the right, Jo’s chin resting on top of Steve’s head, her apple cheeks wide and rosy, both of them pressed tight to Henry. On the other side were Larry and Suzanne. Everyone was much younger in the photo than they were now, all of them laughing like it was their best day ever.

The other photo was of Jo and myself, from our reunion in January. Just our faces and shoulders. You could tell we were naked, lying on my bed. The bite mark Jo had left on my neck was front and center and we were both giggling like mad. I don’t know what it was about those pictures, what caused me to do it just then. But as I sat on the bed, I took out my phone and stared at it.

Then I opened my contacts, scrolled through and hit the number.

It rang four times and I was ready to hang up when he answered. I gulped. I was hoping it would be mom.

“Hi daddy… How are you guys? Good… Is mom… oh. Okay, listen I’m calling because…” I gulped, took a deep breath, then said, “Daddy, I’m calling because I’ve met someone and I think she’s my forever girl, and I wanted to see if you and mom would… Daddy… No, dad, listen… Daddy, I love her. I love… Dad… Dad can I… Can I just… Dad… Dad!”

I sighed and dropped my hand holding the phone into my lap, closing my eyes tight for a moment, then put the phone back to my ear.

“Okay dad. No, no… I get it… okay… okay… Fine. Tell mom I love her. Goodbye dad.”

I was still sitting on the edge of the bed a half hour later, staring at Jo’s family photo when I heard her walk in behind me.

“Blue, I got just a text from Suzanne saying she can’t wait to see us this weekend? What the hell’s happening?” she demanded of me.

“We’re meeting the band at the farm so you guys can practice together for the tour,” I said softly, not turning around.

“Well, that’s fine, but I thought we’d talked about the ‘no surprises’ thing.” She sounded cross.

“I’m sorry Jo,” I almost whispered, “I just forgot to tell you.”

“Just remember next time, okay?”

I cracked right then. I imagined I heard the sound of a brick flying through the plate-glass window of my mind, broken shards falling in a musical rain to the ground at my feet. It took me a moment to shake off my lethargy as everything ran through my head. All the therapy sessions I’d sat in with Jo. All the stories I’d heard over the last year hanging out with the band. Hearing about how much her family loved each other. How they were all there for each other through the pain of when her mom had passed, and every day since. How they’d kept Jo from totally losing it. How Larry had been almost as distraught as Jo and Steve had been after the accident. How when they met Suzanne, Henry had accepted her like another daughter. Watching them all pull together when Jo had crashed.

And how my parents had thrown me out of their home and their lives when I told them I found someone I cared about, because she happened to be a woman. Treated me like a pariah. Barely deigning to speak to me when I called. Never evincing the slightest concern for my well-being when I did. How they had no interest in even acknowledging the fact that I might have found someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

“Did you hear me? I said remember that I don’t want you to throw surprises at me anymore.” I stood up and turned to face her. She immediately retreated a step and said, “Uh, Blue, what’s, uh, what’s wrong?”

I knew she had meant nothing by it. I knew she was blameless in what was happening in my head right that second. It didn’t matter. I couldn’t stop myself. It was like I was watching myself from outside my own body.

“Fine, Jo! I won’t handle you! I won’t go out of my way to make sure your family is there for you, and that we spend weekends at the farm with your brother and father and Larry and Suzanne! God it must be such a chore to have to deal with that! What a terrible thing to surprise you with!”

She stepped back towards me. “I’m sorry, what—”

“Don’t touch me!” I yelled and stepped around her towards the door. There were tears streaming down my face, and the room felt a hundred degrees too warm.

I threw open the door, slamming it hard against the wall. She caught my arm and said, “Blue, wait! What’s going on?!”

I spun around and threw my phone. I wasn’t aiming at her, but she had to duck anyway, and let go of my arm as my phone flew at-cross the room and shattered into pieces against the wall.

“I said don’t touch me!” I screamed and took off down the hall, almost blind from tears, oblivious to the stares of the other patients in the hallway. She’d started training on her running internet casino prosthetic, but I knew with the everyday one she was wearing now she had no chance of keeping up with me as I stumbled towards the stairwell.

I heard her calling after me as I ran down the hall, but I didn’t slow down. “Blue! Blue, stop please, I’m sorry!” Then, as I slammed open the door to the stairs, “Jill, come back, please! Jill!”

The door shutting behind me cut off her voice.

~~ Adams Morgan, Washington, DC ~~

JO

It was almost midnight and Jo was pacing back and forth on the sidewalk in front of Blue’s apartment building. She’d knocked on Blue’s door long enough one of her neighbors had finally stuck his head out in the hallway and irritability said, “Lady, she obviously ain’t there.”

She’d been in front of the building ever since, alternately pacing and sitting on the steps whenever her stump started to ache too much.

Her phone rang and she pulled it out of her jeans and looked at the caller ID.

“Justine?” she said, answering it. “Have you heard from her? Me, either… wait, here comes Sara, hold on.”

Sara and Steve pulled up to the curb in Steve’s SUV. Sara rolled down the passenger window and handed Jo a key ring.

“Jo, I’m so sorry, it took me an hour to find her spare. Have you heard anything?”

“No, and neither has Justine.”

“I know some of the places she likes to go. Steve and I will go check them out. If you hear anything or if she comes back call me right away, okay?”

Jo squeezed Sara’s hand and said, “I will, you too.” She ducked her head and looked across the car at Steve. “Thanks Bro.”

“You know it, Sis. Keep your chin up, we’ll find her.”

Jo stood there, watching them drive away until they turned the corner and disappeared from view, then remembered the phone in her hand.

“Justine, I just got her apartment keys from Sara. I’m going to go in and check it to see if there’s anything that might tell me where she could be, then I’ll hang out here until she shows up or Sara finds her. Okay… yeah, Liz is hanging at our suite at Reed in case she comes back there. Okay… thanks, Justine.” She hung up and put her phone in the pocket of her jeans, looked up at Blue’s windows on the fourth floor and muttered, “I hope she didn’t pack up and leave or something stupid.”

It was dark and silent in Blue’s apartment when she let herself in. Jo flipped on the light in the small combination kitchen and living room and looked around. Nothing looked out of order. Nothing was obviously missing.

“Shit,” Jo said to herself. She had been pacing around for a few hours outside and was feeling the effects. “Might as well hit the head while I’m here.” She muttered, then walked into the bedroom and flipped on the light.

“Jesus!” Jo yelled and jumped, grabbing the door frame to steady herself.

Blue was sitting on the floor between the bed and the wall, staring straight at Jo, expressionless, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees.

Her face was a mess, a maze of dried tear tracks and mascara on her cheeks, and her hair was wild and mussed.

“Blue! Jesus, you scared the shit out of me! Are you okay? We’ve all been looking for you!”

She said nothing. She barely blinked.

Jo walked around the bed and awkwardly knelt in front of her.

“Tell me you’re okay, that you’re not hurt.”

“I’m fine,” she whispered.

“Okay, well, we both know that’s bullshit. I assume you heard me knocking.”

She put her hand on Blue’s knee. Blue didn’t flinch, just shifted her gaze from Jo’s face to her hand.

“Justine said you had it out with your dad. She’s worried about you.”

She looked back up at Jo. “He told her?”

“Justine called your parents after I called her asking where you might go. She said your dad told you off.”

Fresh tears started running down her face. “Was he… was he worried about me?”

“Blue…” Jo sighed, “come here.” She pulled Blue closer and enveloped her an embrace, resting her cheek on top of her blue tresses. “I’m so sorry he’s an asshole.”

Blue started sobbing into Jo’s chest.

“I just want my dad to accept me for who I am,” she cried. “I want my mom to talk to me again! I want my family back!”

Jo held her tighter and waited until her crying slowed. She pulled back and tipped Blue’s chin up with her fingers. Blue blinked, squeezing a fresh river of tears out of her eyes, but met Jo’s gaze.

“Blue, I wish I could do something or say something that would make it okay, that might make them pull their heads out of their asses. But there’s nothing I can do that can make that happen.” Blue took a long shuddering breath.

“And I know I’ll never be able to fill that particular hole they’ve left in you. But Justine still loves you, she’s still your big sister. And you listen to me good, you’re a part of my family now. I know my dad thinks so. I’ve never seen him as proud of anyone as he was of you last weekend, not since he taught Steve and I to fly. Sara’s your sister in everything but blood and she’s marrying my brother. And Suzanne and Larry love you too. Hell, I think Jack would walk into fire for you, ever since you put him in that drawing you did of the band. So, they’re all your family now.”

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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Sinner’s Garb

It did not happen where it was supposed to.

Maybe an abandoned warehouse. The, now underground, drug processing facility. Such a fancy way to put it, something that Donnie had come up with, putting words in an order that made sense. He would have called it something too wordy, something that those in their seedy employ would have tilted their heads at and tried to wrap their heads around, and that simply would not have done. But he didn’t expect to lie out there with mud soaking his clothes, one shoe kicked off, dying in the woods with no one there to stand over him. There was no one there with him, opponents felled, lost to the waking world. In a similar way, it was quite true that his death without ceremony was nothing that would concern the rest of the waking and living world any more.

It was not to be that way. And, yet, it was.

John had never expected it to be in a ditch, the rain hammering down as if it too was eager to leech away his blood into the very essence of the earth itself. John fought to keep his eyes open, one eye half-closed with mud, although he had neither the strength nor the energy in his broken and beaten down body to come back to reality. Who wanted reality anyway when that was where all the pain was? Better to slip away, to sink away, to come down and down and down to the point where the darkness called him, twisted fingers and tendrils snaking through his body. And, so cold, so very, very cold. Would it be warm down where he was going?

Even the king, after his time had passed, had to fall, eventually.

John closed his eyes, breathing shallowly and unevenly, each and every breath snatched with the knowledge that, well…it could well be his last. And, for that fact alone, each and every one came as a gift as his life essence drained into the ground, the gash in his throat open to allow his blood to seep away. There was no coming back from a wound like that and it was only his tenacious stubbornness that, surely, had kept him holding on to the faintest sliver of life for so long, the ground and the weight of his body putting just enough pressure on the gash to slow the pulse and throb of blood. Yet there was no medical intervention coming and John would not have gone if he’d been attended by any kind of paramedic. What they found in his system would link him to at least a wrongdoing in some manner of drug use and there were hardly any questions that he could answer to either hospital personnel or police officers alike. And he wasn’t going to spend the rest of his days locked up in jail for no good fucking reason.

So, let it come. He’d let it come. Drop by drop, blood trickling out, weaker and weaker with every passing second. He’d let it come. There was nothing else, after all, that he could do when the airs of speculation dragged him down and down and down.

But how had all come to pass?

*

John snarled, a ripping, blood-curdling cry that would have been more appropriate coming from the mouth of a wolf. But not a pack wolf, an alpha, oh no — one that had gone off on its own, proving the might of steel jaws, blood and sinew, just how much pure, raw ferocity a heart could pump through the veins of a body simply designed to kill. Someone once had compared him to a lion, that house from that show that everyone was talking about for years, the spin-offs and the like, but he hadn’t liked that. Who’d want to be a stupid cat when they could have the power of a true predator behind them, one that could live through the coldest winters, lean through the hardest of times, and emerge just as daring on the other side with darkness in their eyes?

Maybe that was him. Maybe that wasn’t him. It didn’t matter. Even then, he knew that nothing much was going to matter in the end. And that was just why he’d gone to see Donnie that day, for nothing more than a pleasantry. Of course, a pleasantry for him, when it did not involve their ‘work’, that was, meant a rough session of fucking and he growled again as he pinned his brother down to his bed, driving into his anal passage over and over again as if he’d never again get to feel the pleasure.

And, oh, what pleasure it was. His eyes rolled back into his skull, nails raking jagged lines down his brother’s back, Donnie gasping and clawing at the bed as if he was trying to get away, sheets dragged up against his chest. He wasn’t trying to go anywhere though, just bearing through his climax as he shot his load over the bed, hips yanked up under John’s fingers, digging and biting into his bones. John held him tightly, too tightly, fixing his hips in place for the ram of his shaft. He needed poker oyna it badly, needed Donnie, even if he was not prepared to admit that and it truly was something where the words would never, not even once, have to pass the barrier of his lips.

Like a kiss, a secret could be sealed away, the sense of unease pushing up in his stomach, threatening to throw him off. Slowly, slowly… Yet there was no slow in his world and ecstasy dug its nails into the back of his mind, demanding attention, even as he drew scratches on his brother’s hips and lower back, searching for a hold to keep all in place, where it should be, despite the fact that he was the only one heaving and jerking erratically.

A snarled expletive was as eloquent as it got at the point of orgasm, hair hanging around his shoulders and down his back as he drove in one final time, a deep, guttural moan rolling forth as he spent himself. Each pulse of cum should have come as sweet relief in the presence of it leaving his body, balls tight and churning, aching for more, but his heart tugged, plunging into sullenness even as physical pleasure warmed him from head to toe.

Not the most fulfilling orgasm but not the worst either. Like the rest of his life, it would simply have to do. And there was still work to be done.

Wouldn’t Donnie laugh at that if he knew? The notion of him, John, voluntarily doing even a single bit of work entirely of his own accord? And, even so, it was something that no one would know about until the deed was all well and done, the final chapter concluded and the seed, well…planted as it had to be. He would not be praised and he would not spread his arms out, as he had done in the past, demanding his due adoration and accolades but merely fade off into the depths where time had no meaning and he left little that was tangible in his wake.

Donnie, however… Donnie would be fine. That was what mattered.

They cleaned up in silence, John leaving Donnie there on the bed with his skin slick with sweat, seed glistening on his buttocks and thighs as if he had been used — and, truly, that was all he had been. He had little say in what John did when they came together but, as a little thing between them, it was hardly something he was going to complain about when he got such a sweet deal out of it at the end of the day. With the hot water of the shower rushing through his hair, slickening it down to his scalp, John inhaled deeply, steam flooding his nostrils. In a way, the hot water was as exciting as it was calming and it was only the knowledge of what the day still held for him that kept his cock from throbbing to full hardness again, striving to plump up for the carnal needs of a body that, well, would not have that need for very much longer.

Think. Breathe. One step at a time. He knew the motions and he found a spare pair of clothes, shedding his crisp attire for jeans and a pair of new sneakers that looked like what Donnie would wear: not really all that important but branded and white enough that one could tell that they had never before been out of their box. The shirt he left open a couple of buttons, sleeves rolled back to his elbows, but there was not much he could do about his hair without some more obvious intervention and it was too late for that as he strode through the bedroom, intent in his snappy, long-legged stride.

“Where are you going?”

John paused but only for a moment. It wasn’t like Donnie to ask something like that. They knew what was what, their little agreement, the strange sort of engagement and relationship they had between them. Brothers, yes, but brothers that, in part, did not act like brothers at all. Brothers didn’t usually do the things they did, although that was something that could be applied to rather a lot of their relationship and not just the sexual side.

“Out.”

A short answer. The one that he was expected to give and the roll of the eyes was just so too. He knew what to do and Donnie sat up, leaning back on his hands with a frown on his face. John met his eyes levelly. His brother, truly, was a shade too astute for his own good. That was why he’d had such a big impact on him, even on years back. Maybe that was why he’d gotten wrapped up in the drug world too, just thinking that he could make a quick buck and then the millions had turned into…

He pushed away the thought. Donnie stared, unblinking.

“I expected so.”

Clipped and short: unlike him. John tried to shrug it off but the twinge that was not entirely muscular did not pass without notice as he shifted his weight back onto his heels, spreading his arms and raising both eyebrows.

“My dear brother… I didn’t realise that you were keeping tabs on me.”

“Hardly.”

Oh, he knew, but there was only one thing that could be done, as much as it would darken the rest of his days. John smiled and pressed two fingers to his face, one lying up parallel to his nose and the other curled down and pressed to his chin, that look of complete sympathetic derision canlı poker oyna flush across his face.

“Did you want to be involved, Donnie? My, oh, my — and here was me thinking that you hadn’t gotten so attached to me, what with that little ‘vacay’ you took not so long ago. Left all the business here to me and, well, it all ran smoothly enough without you now, didn’t it? Do you want to dig your fingers into the pie again to feel nice and big and important?”

“Oh, fuck you…”

He knew it then that he’d cut deep and hard into a heart that didn’t deserve it but that was just something that John was going to have to live with, drawing himself up tall and barking a short, sharp laugh that was devoid of humour for reasons that Donnie could not even imagine. He was clueless on that count, for once, and there was little that he could do to prevent the path that John had already chosen, even if it was a route in life (hah, now that was a jest…) that he would not have ordinarily have chosen.

As Donnie dragged on his clothes, hardly bothering to clean himself up bar the essentials, John took a deep breath when his eyes were not on him. It was only a moment but it was enough to steady his resolve. Just what was he thinking?

Oh, Donnie…

“Actually, there is something you can do for me,” John said slowly, turning with a carefully calculated smirk on his face as if an idea had just come to him. “There’s a fresh batch of the new blend — Religion, you named the thing — at my place that needs to get down to base operations for testing. It needs bringing over to base. Can you do that, oh Small Donnie?”

If he’d been more with himself and his senses, Donnie would have scowled and rolled his eyes, realising right then and there that something was up as the words came out shallowly phrased as a question rather than the usual demand or something that was simply rhetorical. Of course, he would do it: that was the nature of their relationship. It was just how things had always been between them and, just as John had been counting on, he was moving to do as he was bid before his mind had even caught up with what had been said and just what his body was doing.

“Sure, whatever…”

Donnie, however, was not so far gone that he did not shoot a dark look back at John as he left the bedroom, whose expression did not change one bit, giving off the very appearance and simile of a man who had it all. And, for that time alone, he did. He had the money, everything that he could ever have wanted to relieve his sex drive… A relationship, of course, was not really on the cards in the traditional sense of the term, but he had what he needed. Above all else, it was the money that buttered his palm, passed currency from hand to hand and back again, when all was said and done at the end of the day. And he’d done what he needed too, waiting with his lips pressed just a little bit too tightly together for the re-entry that was sure to come.

One…

Two…

Three…

“John…”

There we go.

Donnie frowned, holding up a jacket that was marked with some unimaginable substance. Drugs of some kind, a little too obvious. John cocked an eyebrow, although sometimes it seemed that it was impossible for them to leap any further up to his hairline with how often he felt he had to do it around Donnie. Maybe that was one of the things that he was going to miss. Maybe not. Either way, it was clear that Donnie wasn’t about to hike his way jauntily down the street with any kind of spring in his step with that kind of white powder smeared down his front. It wasn’t even the good stuff.

“Yeah?” John shrugged. “Shit, you’re making a deal over something like that, dear one? Take mine. It’s warm out. I don’t need it.”

The implication that Donnie needed the jacket more than him rang clear in the air between them and a more stubborn soul may have left the jacket behind simply for that reason alone. Who, after all, would have wanted to be thought weak, a thought that was far more prevalent within the scope of the men of the world above the women? Everyone had to put on an act and Donnie still knew what was best for him, rolling his eyes when he was only half out of John’s line of sight and making good his exit with his brother’s jacket slung over his arm.

There may have been a muttered curse in there somewhere. John chose not to hear it.

Donnie could have, of course, taken another jacket of his own from the wardrobe but maybe he just wanted to get out of his brother’s presence as quickly as possible; John had been told on more than one occasion that he had that effect on people. But Donnie would be nondescript enough making his way over to John’s place and in enough time to avoid the fireworks and the fact that he was wearing a jacket that had been, long ago, trademarked as something of John’s and John’s alone amongst the three brothers would help him along his way. It wasn’t, after all, John that they were after.

Methodically, John locked up, internet casino ensuring that the technical ventures were sealed away behind the coded entry system. Just for good measure, he changed the code too to one of Donnie’s safe versions, the emergency steps that he’d set up in case something untoward came to pass. Of course, it would take him no time at all to hack back into his own system but John wondered if his name would again be cursed many times over before he did actually regain access or if he would be thankful at all that John had taken the step to protect his assets. Most likely, he would be cursed. And he was okay with that too. Anything less, truly, would have disappointed him.

Checking the doors, the security system. In a strange way, the slow, repetitive movements soothed him, breath catching just a little in his throat. He could not push things too far, of course, and he had to stay alert for something to change. They could be there at any moment and he most certainly would not be caught unawares. No, if he was going to walk into this, it was going to be with a smirk on his face and, undoubtedly, his middle finger pointing right at them too. No sense in going out, after all, without a bang.

He took a breath, checked his reflection. If he slouched just a bit, he could be mistaken for Donnie. His long-leggedness would have to be curtailed, however, drawn back just enough to match Donnie’s casual gait. He tried it a few times up and down the living room, laughing at himself but staying out of sight of the windows at all times. Didn’t he look a right fool? Donnie would have laughed. Or maybe he wouldn’t have laughed because he would have been the one in the position of being mocked and that brought a whole new element to the situation by far.

No matter. It was done and, with the late afternoon sunshine dipping below the suburban street line, John set his shoulders back. It was time. The security system picked them up but he ignored it, turning off the warning and wiping it in but a moment so that Donnie would not have to see. He’d find out later, of course, just what had happened, but there was no sense in leaving it all on the screen to be replayed over and over again. It was one last little thing that he could do for him in the background of doing the little things and the big things too, even though he tried all he could so that it did not rise to his brother’s notice.

He, after all, had a reputation to maintain. And he would die facing that reputation head-on, horns locked with the enemy.

John settled himself before the front door, keys in hand. The security system was set, nothing more to do. His heart pounded, mouth dry. He was glad, in a way, that neither of his brothers were there to bear witness to the act itself. It was better that way, cleaner and sharper, as deeply as it cut to face it just as he was, no more than he was. And, without any further delay, it was time.

At least he smelled good.

Too cliché. He locked up the house and set the codes, hidden from the undiscerning eye. It was the key that would be taken off him and, well, that was pretty much useless anyway with Donnie’s home. No one would get in but it was merely a precaution that he had set everything to rights on the interior too.

Down the garden path, the hedges on the neighbour’s side needing trimming. They had, most likely, been deliberately left like that, those on the inside ensuring that the neighbour didn’t manage to get his yard work done and the hedges trimmed. Donnie had been considering hacking into his system just for those hedges. It was a simple little trick and one that Donnie should have seen coming ahead of time but, as seemed to be the case with the most untimely and crudest of plans, it was John who, in the end, stumbled into them with his head spinning with drugs and jaw unthinkingly, uncharacteristically, slack, a glimmer of drool at the corner of his lips.

The man who had revealed the plan to him, inadvertently, the fucking fool, had not breathed the Lord’s sweet air for much longer after those moments, as frail and tentative in a drunken stupor as they’d been. It was the way of it, surely, especially considering who it was that was plotting the demise of the one that, somehow, he had determined would cause John the most pain, send him off the rails so that he too could be picked off and used up, as easily and as simply as anyone may have liked. They knew and, well, since they knew…there would never again be anywhere safe for the two of them, the fault line and weakness of their tryst exposed.

It wasn’t the fault of the crony who had divulged the news but, hey, who better to take out his frustration on? Fingers pressed around his throat, John heaved him up, eyes cold and hard as the other man’s popped out of his skull, hair lank and unkempt around his face. He’d been dragged about a bit first, scorned and mocked, solely because John could. He knew not what he’d imparted, what he’d taken to be mere banter in a bar coming to light as something far more sordid to John’s more experienced eye. He knew what was going on even if the messenger didn’t. The matter of fact was, however, that the messenger sometimes got the brunt of the beating regardless of their part in the deliverance of it.

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Pluto noticed how the rocks shimmered in the sunlight, thanks to the coating of fresh water spray coming from the falls. Narragansett Falls was one of the most popular tourist destinations in the U.S., and attracted nearly one million people every year! Pluto was very lucky to live only 20 minutes away. Pluto sighed, catching his reflection in the water. Call him narcissistic all you want, but Pluto was proud of his body. He’d been lifting weights for 12 years now, and it showed.

His muscled arms were big, yet not too big, as they gave nice outlines in his T-shirt. His bleached blonde hair complimented his warm brown eyes nicely, and his smooth Hispanic skin was the cherry on top.

“Snap out of it Pluto,” his friend Charlie snapped, but she was smirking so Pluto knew she thought it was funny.

“But I’m just so prettttttty,” he pouted, drawing the word out. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, he felt a hard thwack on his head, and turned around to see his friend Jim and his girlfriend Trish laughing.

“You deserved it too,” Jim remarked as they continued their hike up the poker oyna falls. As they reached the top Charlie pulled out a camera and started snapping pictures, but Pluto was too caught up in the beauty of the falls to notice. He loved nature, and the warmth of the sun felt so good on his skin. After picnicking on a grassy patch at the top, they made their way down. But Pluto felt something a bit strange. Where just seconds before the air had been warm and the sky sunlit, the air was now cold and the mellow wind picked up into a fast paced rush of air. He squinted up into the sky in time to see the sun be absorbed in dark clouds. As the squad made their way down, their teeth started to chatter.

“Will the jeep be able to take the rain?” Charlie asked, glancing over at the beat up, rusted red jeep.

“Why did we decide to take Jamie’s car…” Pluto moaned.

“… It doesn’t even have a hood!” That realization caused them all to wince at the thought.

“He’s gonna be so mad when we get back,” Trisha added in. Jamie was their other roommate, but hated hiking, and was always complaining canlı poker oyna about the outdoors. Just then, Pluto spotted someone that stood out to him. They were halfway to the jeep, and had passed hundreds of people rushing back to their cars from the rain, but this guy was different. He wasn’t sure how or why, but he just stood out.

He wasn’t rushing to the parking lot, rather standing still. Pluto slowed his scramble to a casual walk as he came closer to the man. He was sturdy and tall, maybe just a little bit less muscled than himself. His hair was a carrot orange, but looked natural all the same. He had what looked to be light hazel eyes, and soft freckles. His skin was very pale. As Pluto passed he made eye contact, but the man seemed to be looking right through him. His lips stayed in the same solemn position, and his facial expressions did not change. Pity, would have been a good fuck, Pluto thought.

“Hey, I’m gonna hang back a minute,” Pluto shouted to his friends.

They nodded, but made, “be quick” gestures with their hands. As he approached the guy the internet casino howling of the wind got louder. The guy appeared to be around his age, which was 22, but his face looked as if he had seen many horror, with dark circles under his eyes, and pained lines and creases scattered around his face.

“Hey,” Pluto said awkwardly to the man. When the man didn’t respond he tried again.

“Um, hi” he repeated himself a little louder this time.

After a short pause the man, who appeared to be concentrating on something responded with a short answer.

“Go away.”

Surprised at his bluntness, Pluto held his hands up as if to show his innocence.

“Cool man.” Pluto managed to get out, before he turned and slowly retreated to the old car, where his friends were waiting for him shaking their heads and gesturing towards their watches. Something about the man’s tone had a sense of commanding in it, as if not to be disobeyed.

“Strike out again?” Charlie smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh piss off.” Came the response. Charlie cackled, but lauded off the subject, as the rest of the car ride they discussed where they wanted to go for drinks to celebrate Trisha’s 21st birthday, which was today. They eventually deceived n Tortonhow’d, a family friendly restaurant that made a mean chardonnay.

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Warning: This is the fourth chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a “Quick Read”, but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure.

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When we got out into the mall, Patty steered me toward one of the upscale department stores at the very end of the mall; one of the well known anchor stores. Making our way through the store, we stopped once or twice to look at some dresses and skirts she liked. I saw some thin, gauze-like shirts which would be perfect for Patty to show off her little breast treasures. They had one style that had a low cut neck, but the one I really liked was very form fitting and would almost cling to her body, making her breasts very easy to see and admire by anyone that chose to look. I made a mental note to come back and pick one up for her. She saw the gleam in my eye while I looked at them and I think she was impressed I was thinking of her.

When we passed the Juniors section, there was a rack of tartan skirts on display, some of them red and white, and some of them were blue and white, and they reminded me of school girl or private school uniform skirts. Pulling her over to the rack, I held one up and said “Imagine this about eight inches shorter.”

“You Naughty Boy!” She said, turning to slap my arm. “That would be totally indecent to wear.”

With a grin on my face, I replied, “You mean deliciously indecent?”

I made another mental note to pick up one or two of these, too. “We’re here to buy panties, remember?” She scolded. Then, taking my hand in hers, she made a bee line directly to the lingerie department.

Their lingerie department was nothing short of huge, and it was filled with all kinds of soft, stretchy, lacy and very sexy items. As we entered, the very first thing we came upon was a display of the sheerest bra and panty sets I’ve ever seen. They were almost transparent. You could even see the nipples of the mannequins showing through. I thought about how Patty’s little breasts would look showing through a bra like that and the image in my head was tantalizing.

I stopped in front of the display and looked at Patty. “I like that bra.” I said. “I bet your nipples would look extra suckable through one of those.”

“Paul,” she replied, “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t wear bras. I think I might have maybe two at home, but, I almost never wear one.”

“But,” I answered, “those are so charming. You can see right through them…. I mean, they’re sexy and would look so good with those see through panties, and maybe one of those shirts we saw back there….. and one of those school girl skirts.”

“I see where this is going.” She replied. “Okay,” she said, with a smirk on her face, “if you insist, but, for every bra I get, you have to get one, too.”

Now, that stopped me cold. Even though I’ve worn my share of panties, the only time I’ve ever worn a bra was at the hands of my mother the days she dressed me up as my sister, Sissy. I hadn’t told Patty that part of my story yet, but I knew if she wanted to hear the whole account of my Mom and me, it would probably come out. I didn’t know if Patty’s comment was a test, or if Patty had something else in mind.

Now, just as an aside, I know the implications when a man wears a bra. Panties are one thing, but a bra is a completely different matter. A man might wear panties as a substitute for his regular underwear for many reasons: opportunity, comfort, desire, curiosity, fantasy, excitement, punishment, tradition, or even by request. A man who wears panties can normally protect his secret because his trousers cover them and he can indulge himself without anyone knowing. Basically, a man can wear panties as much as he likes with no impact what so ever to his masculinity. There are historic accounts from ages past to support the fact that a percentage of men definitely wear female underpants. That is a known fact which is indisputable.

A bra on the other hand, is a strictly feminine garment. When a man wears a bra, he is subjugating his masculinity in favor of femininity. What I mean is; a man doesn’t put on a bra simply by ‘mistake’, or without considering the implications. A bra is made for breasts, which are (in most cases) exclusive to the female. So when a man wears a bra, what he’s saying is that he’s potentially willing to set aside his masculinity temporarily, or in some cases, permanently. One of the first things an experienced dominant female will do to a male submissive is put him in a bra. That makes poker oyna the male incredibly docile and open to suggestion. The second thing they do is make sure a third party actually sees the man wearing the bra. Once that happens, the man’s masculinity has been neutered. True, when the man sheds the bra, his masculinity can return, but, as long as the bra remains on, that submissive male can be trained to think, act and react in ways which are not influenced by his masculinity — and he’ll do so quite willingly.

And, all of that is exactly what was going through my mind just after Patty said “for every bra I get, you have to get one, too.” It’s a lot to comprehend and process at one time and I must have spaced out while trying to sort through everything after she said it.

“Paul?” Patty said, breaking me out of my trance. “Have you worn a bra before?” She asked.

“Yeah,” I answered reluctantly but truthfully, “when my Mom dressed me up.”

“Oh, now I’m REALLY going to have to hear the rest of that story!” Patty whispered to me.

“Later.” I replied. “I told you, it’s a long, long story.”

“Well, let’s see,” Patty mused, “I guess I’m looking for a 32A. Or, actually a 32AA would be better if I can find one, but these stores don’t usually carry bras that small.”

Looking through the bras to find her size, she turned to me and asked, “What size for you?”

Luckily, there wasn’t anyone around us – I looked to make sure. A woman and her daughter were a few racks away, but I don’t think they heard her ask me what size bra I would wear. I cringed at the thought of some woman overhearing Patty and I discussing my bra size.

“38.” I said softly.

I watched as Patty sorted through the rack, pushing bras back and forth and digging into the back to find matching bras in our sizes. Finally, she found two bras, 32A and 38A, and two panties, an extra small for her and a medium for me. She picked white, but there was yellow and pink, too. I breathed a sign of relief when she didn’t pick the pink.

We looked through every table, rack and display of that lingerie department together, and for each pair of panties we got for her, she picked out a matching pair for me, in my size. By the time we were done, we probably had a total of forty pairs of panties for the two of us. She’d picked out a rainbow of colors for us, including many different shades of pink.

She’d seen me flinch the first time she reached for pink, and I saw a little grin creep up on the corners of her mouth when she saw my reaction. “Listen,” Patty whispered, “girls wear pink. I’m a girl. I like pink. It’s not going to kill you.”

Then she added, “Look at it this way…. you’ll be so much better in tune with your feminine side wearing pink.” After that, I think she made a deliberate decision to choose pink panties when she able to find matching styles and the right sizes.

“It’ll be fine,” Patty assured me, patting my chest lightly, “no one’s going to see them besides me, anyway. Except maybe your Mom,” Patty added as she smiled up to me, “and that would be perfectly fine with me.”

If I didn’t already figure out Patty was very interested in my Mom and I, I think I knew for sure now. She’d said she wanted to hear the rest of my story, and wanted to know the details of what we did, and now she was telling me she’d be okay with my Mom seeing me in my pink panties. I stopped for a second to consider how she was going to react when I told her the whole story about my Mom.

As we walked to the cashier counter, the lady behind the counter looked up to greet us. Laying the merchandise out on the counter, the saleslady began to sort through the bundle of softies and looked at Patty.

“Some of these are different sizes, Miss.” She said. “The bras, and the panties, both.”

Patty turned to me, and just as casually as you can image asked, “38A and Mediums for you, isn’t that right, Paul?”

I wanted to crawl into a hole right then. She even called me by name. But, Patty reached down to grasp my hand and she squeezed it as she asked. I could feel my face turn red and the saleslady, seeing my obvious mortification, immediately turned her attention back to the pile of lingerie on the counter in front of her.

“I’m sorry,” the saleslady said softly as she looked up at me, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“It’s okay,” Patty replied, leaning over to whisper to her, “I guess you don’t get many male customers in here buying women’s panties and bras for themselves.”

Patty was laying it on pretty thick. She didn’t even lower her voice and I saw a woman customer snicker when she obviously overheard what Patty said. She held my hand tightly , too — keeping me right next to her so I wouldn’t try to sneak away.

“Honestly,” the saleslady answered quite softly, “we do get couples from time to time….. uh, like you, buying different sizes. And we get some men shopping for their wives and girlfriends….. they say.” The woman busied herself canlı poker oyna with the tags and laying everything out so she could ring them up.

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” the woman continued, leaning over and speaking softly to Patty, “if I was a man, I’d prefer to wear these, too.”

“See?” Patty said, turning to look at me, and clutching my hand even tighter. Then, turning back to the saleslady, Patty asked, “If Paul wanted to shop by himself sometime for his own panties, could he come here and ask for you?”

“Oh, please!” I prayed silently in desperation. “Let’s just get the hell out of here.”

“Of course.” The saleslady replied, and picking up her business card from the counter, she handed it directly to me and told me I could stop by anytime and she’d be honored to help me.

I stood there, red faced and about to start to sweat as she finished ringing up our purchase and putting our combined lingerie in the bags. While we stood there, Patty snuggled up to me and covertly reached down to press her hand against my crotch. I didn’t realize how hard I was, but, feeling the steel rod in my pants, Patty looked up at me with a knowing smile. Between the embarrassment, the humiliation and the excitement, my cock was throbbing inside the ruffled bridal panties I was wearing. And I could tell Patty’s was thoroughly enjoying my discomfort.

When the saleslady finished our purchase, Patty said “Thank You” and we walked away, hand in hand.

“Damn!” I whispered to her, when we turned out of the lingerie department. “I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life.”

“Oh, and you’re acting like you didn’t enjoy all that?” Patty replied as we walked. “Your cock sure seemed to enjoy it. Besides,” she went on, “that woman doesn’t know you – and now you’ll be able to come in here alone and buy things for the both of us.”

“Well, I do try to keep my panty wearing a secret, Patty.” I said. “Hardly no one knows and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Really?” Patty replied. “No one knows? Let’s see….. well, your Mom knows, and your sister probably knows, and some of your ex-girlfriends know…. and I know, and that woman knows. And, you’re still alive and no one has put out a ‘Wanted’ poster for you, have they? I guess maybe it’s not such a horrible thing if someone knows, huh?”

“Well, Miss Smarty Pants,” I broke in, “my secretary doesn’t know, and the people that work for me don’t know, and your father surely doesn’t know.”

“I don’t know about your secretary or the people at your work,” Patty answered, “but, I guarantee Daddy wouldn’t care. You know, Paul,” she added, “personally, I love the idea of my guy wearing panties. If it was up to me, I’d want you to wear them all the time.”

“Somehow, I’m finding that hard to believe.” I replied.

“Well, just to prove I’m telling the truth, would you let me come over to your house first thing tomorrow morning and throw out all the male stuff in your underwear drawer and replace it with all the cute things we’re buying today?” Patty asked.

Memories of my Mom putting my sister’s lingerie in my drawer at home flooded my brain, and I was impressed with Patty’s keen sense of understanding and awareness. I started to visualize Patty doing that, just as my mother did years ago. The vision was potent and I couldn’t deny the fact that I liked it the idea.

We playfully taunted each other back and forth as to what she might put in my drawers for me, and how she would arrange it all — by style or by color. As we walked, I asked her if she was serious about wanting to come over tomorrow morning to throw all my underwear out.

“Hell, yes!” She answered. “Every damn bit of it. Every boxer and brief you have would go straight in the trash. Well, maybe you can keep one pair for when you go to the doctor.”

” Oh!” Patty added, “And you can keep anything special you got from your Mom. One thing, though,” she said with a serious tone in her voice, “when you get home tonight, you better get rid of anything you ever got from any other girl before I get there, because I’ll be pissed as hell if I ever find any of that stuff.”

“Okay,” I replied, “that works for me.”

Before long, we came to another store that sold lingerie. She looked at me and said “Are we going in, or should we call it a day?”

“Damn straight we’re going in!” I said, strongly.

Patty informed me she was keeping her mouth shut this time and I was doing all the talking. Then, before I could protest, she pulled me in and took me right to the lingerie section. Before long, a salesgirl — probably about Patty’s age, came up and asked if she could help us.

“Yes.” I answered quickly, trying to show Patty I could handle this smoothly. “We’re looking for underwear…. something comfortable, but still… you know… sexy.”

“Okay,” the girl replied, “what size are you?” She asked, looking at Patty.

Patty didn’t say a thing. I spoke up right away, acting cool and internet casino confident, saying, “Extra Small for her and Medium for me.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Patty smile.

The girl didn’t seem to flinch at all. “Let me show you these first.” She said, pointing to a rack several feet away. Patty and I followed behind her until she stopped at a rack that had some very nice panties in many colors.

“You’ll like these,” she said to me, “they don’t have a lot of scratchy lace.” Then pointing out the style she added, “They have full coverage in the back, and a good waistband to keep them tight on you…. uh, around your front.”

Looking around quickly to make sure we weren’t too close to anyone else, the salesgirl leaned a bit closer to Patty and I and then said, “These are the ones I get for my boyfriend,” she added matter of factly, “it’s all he wears now. Except the pink ones. He still won’t wear anything pink. Yet.” She added, slightly amused.

Stunned at the salesgirl’s willingness to be so open with us, I looked at Patty to see her standing there with a smug look on her face. I picked up a pair of the panties and looked at them. The girl told me the fabric was the newest kind; it was made to ‘breathe’. She also pointed out the integrated crotch panel saying they were easy to care for and was sure I would find them comfortable, especially, as she put it, “because regular panties aren’t really cut for a guy,” and adding, “I’m sure you’ll find these much better than other panties you’ve tried. They’ll keep you, you know…. inside.”

Breaking her silence, Patty asked, “I’m just curious….. do you sell a lot of panties to men? I mean, for themselves?”

“I certainly try to.” The salesgirl answered. “Whenever I see a man with a woman, or male customer by himself, I always watch for the signs he might be shopping for himself. Believe me, some men are so relieved when the find out they don’t have to pretend anymore and they buy a lot!”

“That’s actually pretty interesting to hear.” Patty replied. Then she added, “Paul, I think we should get one of every color for both of us. If they are as great as she says, then we’ll know what kind to buy in the future.”

In all the previous times I’ve shopped for panties, I, too, always had to pretend they were for someone else. This was the first time I’d volunteered the fact that they were for me. In a way, I felt proud to be overcoming my anxiety. This girl didn’t look at me weird and she obviously knew her merchandise. For once, I was being completely honest and everything was going fine.

The girl helped us find the right size in each of the colors, even helping us decide on the style: bikini, hipster, tanga, boyshorts, etc. She warned that the bikini cut wasn’t necessarily the best style for a man, but added that her boyfriend had a few pairs of bikinis and she liked the way they looked on him. She took us over to another display which had some different bikini panties which she said fit her boyfriend much better because the elastic waist band was better. The way she said it, I got a vision of some guy wearing bikini panties with a hard-on trying to poke its head out. So, what she said made good sense to me.

We ended up spending forty five minutes with the salesgirl picking out panties and when we were done, we had two armfuls. Just when we thought we were done, the girl bent over and whispered for a few seconds into Patty’s ear. Patty looked at me and then whispered something back to her.

The salesgirl stepped next to me and said, “Let me show you something over here we just got in the first of last week.” We followed her around the next two aisles and came to an end cap display with some bras hanging up.

“We just started carrying these, and I don’t know if you’re interested in them but….. uh.” The salesgirl looked at Patty and in turn, Patty nodded her head to the girl. “Well, the salesgirl continued, “my boyfriend has always had a hang up about wearing a bra but I knew the thought of it really interests him….. you know…. a lot.. When I saw these, I bought one for him and he liked it so much I bought six more two days later, so, he has one for each day of the week. Kind of like those ‘Days-of-the-Week’ panties.”

I’d never seen bras like these. They looked like short, lightweight cut off tank tops. The material felt and looked exactly like the nylon nightgowns and Baby Dolls Mom and Sissy used to have long ago. There were no wires or clasps, and there were no cups. It was a little stretchy and looked like one piece of material that made up the whole thing. Even the thin lace piping on the shoulder straps looked like it would have perfectly matched Sissy’s Baby Dolls. Maybe these were tops to pajamas or something.

“My boyfriend has been wearing them under his shirt to work and you can’t even tell he’s got a bra on.” She said as I stared at the rack. After a minute, Patty moved over next to me and gently nudged me closer to the rack. “Would you like to try one on?” The girl asked very quietly.

I looked at Patty and she nodded her head up and down slightly. I felt my throat go dry and I nodded my head, too. “About what size?” The girl asked.

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The next morning was hot and humid, with the promise of a storm later that afternoon. After breakfast, Daddy asked Jessica to carry some pots and seedlings from the garden into the porch. While she was lugging them in, Catherine Phillips hailed her from the other side of the fence.

Reluctantly, Jessica set down a couple of pots and walked up to her neighbor, wiping her hands on the back of her shorts.

“How’re you doing Jessica?” said Catherine brightly and continued without waiting for a response. “That’s some storm we’re going to have today. I hope it doesn’t blow our roofs off!”

Jessica made a noncommittal response, studying Catherine covertly. She was pretty in a blowsy sort of way, with thick blonde hair, big breasts, and plump, shapely legs.

“Where’s your stepdad today?” asked Catherine. “I usually see him working in the garden at this time.”

Probably trying to avoid you, you toad. “Daddy’s busy,” said Jessica shortly. She looked at the porch, her body language clearly saying she needed to get back to work.

Catherine refused to take the hint. “He’s a bit of a dish, isn’t he? I bet he has lots of girlfriends.”

“Yes,” said Jessica flatly. “He does. Excuse me.”

She turned and walked away, clenching her hands. She wished she could kiss Daddy right in front of Catherine’s eyes. Maybe that would shut her up.

She finished putting away the pots and seedlings just in time. Dark clouds rolled across the sky and thunder boomed. She shivered and went inside. Storms scared her a little. As long as she was safe inside, she didn’t mind them so much.

Daddy was chopping fruit in the kitchen. He looked up when she entered. “Want a smoothie, Baby Girl?”

“Yes, please.” She checked the countertop. “Where’s the blender?”

“Damn, I forgot.” He frowned. “Catherine borrowed it a couple of days ago. I’ll have to go get it.”

Catherine was always borrowing things from them as an excuse to talk with Daddy. “I’ll go,” said Jessica.

“No, honey.” He set down the box of strawberries he’d taken out of the freezer. “It’s going to storm any minute. Stay here. I’ll be back soon.”

He went out, jogging down the path to the gate. Jessica sat by the window, anxiously watching him walk up the drive to their neighbor’s house. Lightning flashed and thunder rolled just overhead, startling her.

Long minutes passed. Daddy did not return. The first drops of rain began to fall. She got up and began to pace. What was keeping him? Was Catherine pretending to look for the blender just to keep him hostage in her house?

Jessica paused for a moment, weighing her options, then grabbed a rain jacket and went out.

Lightning crackled across the sky. The thunder that followed almost deafened her. She flinched and ran down the drive to the gate, then trotted up to Catherine’s house, glad of the jacket and the small protection it offered. The rain was falling thick and fast now. She was going to get completely soaked.

She knocked on Catherine’s door, but no one answered. Perhaps they couldn’t hear her over the storm. She pushed the door open and went inside.

“Daddy?” she called, but her voice was drowned by the thunder.

She shut the door behind her and headed for the kitchen. No doubt Catherine would be regaling him with some stupid story, and he would be standing there, a polite smile on his face, trapped and unable to leave.

Strange noises came from the drawing room, halting her footsteps. Were they in the drawing room? Odd. That was a more formal room, furnished in heavy chintz, as she remembered from a couple of previous visits poker oyna to this house.

At the entrance to the drawing room she stopped, petrified.

Catherine was bent over her rose-patterned sofa, completely naked, her pendulous breasts swaying as Daddy fucked her from behind.

Jessica had sat on that couch once, a few years ago. Catherine had offered her lemonade and she had refused. Even then, she’d sensed Catherine was a threat.

Daddy was gripping Catherine by her plump hips, occasionally slapping her ass. Each time he slapped her, Catherine uttered a little shriek.

Daddy turned his head and caught sight of Jessica. His eyes widened.

Jessica’s heart clenched. A sea of emotions roiled within her: jealousy, anger, fear, grief.

Daddy had lied to her. She couldn’t bear it. She wanted to throw something at him, to claw Catherine’s eyes out, to kneel before Daddy and scream why her and not me.

To her shock, he gave her a slow wink. He continued to fuck Catherine, never taking his eyes from Jessica.

I love you Baby Girl, he mouthed.

She wanted to turn away, to run back home, hide under her bed and never come out again.

But she couldn’t stop watching him. How powerful he was, how utterly Catherine was at his mercy.

He began to fuck her harder, faster, his mouth open in hunger as he stared at Jessica.

Baby Girl, he mouthed, this is for you.

He threw his head back and moaned, his whole body shuddering as he came. Beneath him, Catherine made mewling little noises.

Movement finally returned to Jessica’s limbs. She rushed out of the house, tears trickling down her face, washed away by the rain. She ran up to her room, throwing off her wet jacket and clothes, and collapsed on her bed.

Her worst fears had come true. Daddy didn’t just like Catherine, he was turned on by her. The blender had been an excuse. He’d gone to her house to fuck her. Maybe he was tired of Jessica. Maybe he thought she was a silly little girl who belonged with her mother. Maybe Jessica was the one obstacle in his having a fulfilling sex life.

She wiped away her tears and made up her mind. Daddy didn’t love or need her, so she would go to Mom’s. Even though she hated Mom’s boyfriend and the crowded apartment they lived in where there was no privacy.

Daddy came back home a little later. It was dark outside by then, the rain coming down in torrents. She heard him open the door downstairs. After a while, he climbed up the stairs and went straight to his room.

Fresh tears squeezed out of her eyes. Was he going to just ignore her now? He didn’t even bother to check that she was okay?

She must have fallen asleep at some point, because she woke some time later to someone stroking her bare back, kissing it in a way that sent tingles down her spine. It was dusk outside, and the rain had slowed to a drizzle.

She woke up all the way and turned around.

Daddy was lying next to her in bed, clad in just shorts. He smelled of soap and the sexy aftershave he used that she loved.

“Daddy?” she said, confused and torn up inside. Why was he here?

He smiled and looked pointedly at her pert little breasts. “You going to sleep topless from now on?”

She blushed. All she was wearing was skimpy black panties. “My clothes were wet, so I just took them all off, and I guess I fell asleep.”

“You’re such a lovely girl.” His voice was warm honey. The way he was looking at her made her squirm. Then the memory of him thrusting into Catherine returned in full force.

“If I’m so lovely, why did you go to that woman?” canlı poker oyna she asked, trembling.

He circled her nipple with one finger, sending a shiver through her. “Women like Catherine are meant to be fucked. Girls like you are special. You’re meant to be savored and worshipped.”

Her face heated at his words. “Daddy, you lied to me.”

He frowned. His hand cupped her breast and squeezed it. “I have not lied to you once.”

“But what about Catherine?” she asked plaintively. His hand on her breast was deeply arousing, yet also made her feel warm and safe and happy. Right now, she was the entire focus of his attention, and nothing could take that from her.

“She means nothing to me,” said Daddy. “I was thinking of you all the time I was inside her, Baby Girl.”

“But I don’t want you to fuck her, Daddy,” she said, her voice breaking. “I want you to fuck me.”

There it was, out in the open. The words could never be unsaid.

Daddy gazed at her, unsmiling. “It would be wrong, sweetheart,” he murmured.

“We won’t tell anyone,” she said. “It will be our secret, always and forever.” She hooked a leg over his hips. “Kiss me, Daddy?”

He slipped an arm around her and kissed her deeply. She made a noise in her throat, trying to press her pussy against his crotch.

He held her back with one hand on her chest. “Are you sure, honey?” he asked, his voice serious. “Once I take your virginity, you’ll never get it back.”

“I’m sure, Daddy,” she whispered, her excitement mounting. “You’re the only one in the world I want to do it with.”

“Oh baby, how can I resist you?” He kissed her neck and trailed his tongue over to her breasts, giving her goosebumps. She cradled his head, her body on fire from his mouth. He sucked and nuzzled her breasts until she was panting with need.

He slid further down her body, licking her all over: her taut abdomen, the sensitive inside of her thighs. Finally, he buried his nose in her pussy, inhaling deeply. She wriggled under him, moaning. When he licked her clit through her panties, she gasped and threw her head back, spreading her legs for him automatically.

“Let me see how gorgeous your pussy is,” he murmured. He sat up and hooked his fingers around the waistband, dragging her panties down slowly. He gazed at her smooth little mound with open hunger. “You’re beautiful, Baby Girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said shyly.

He pushed her legs further apart, then lowered his mouth to her pussy and began to lick it.

Oh my god, that feels amazing. She moaned like an animal, thrusting her hips up against his face. His tongue lapped her clit, sending pleasure shooting through her. Then he pushed her thighs up and plunged his tongue into her cunt.

She cried aloud at the indescribable sensation of pleasure, at the knowledge that Daddy was tongue-fucking her. She grabbed his head, grinding her pussy against his face. Her orgasm was immediate, taking them both by surprise.

He huffed a laugh and rose from between her legs, his face wet with her juices. “Did you like that, honey?” he asked tenderly.

She knelt and hugged him, kissing his cheeks. “Daddy, that was wonderful. But I want more.”

“My insatiable girl.” He squeezed her ass. “What more do you want?”

She licked her lips. “I want to go down on you.”

He smiled and lay back on the bed. “You little cannibal. Go on, eat me.”

His words thrilled her. She undid his shorts with shaking hands. His huge cock sprang out, hard and glistening at the tip with pre-cum. She bent down and tentatively licked the tip.

Yum. internet casino Daddy Steve tasted delicious. She licked the side of his shaft, up and down, like an ice cream. He made a rough noise in his throat and grabbed her head, guiding his cock into her mouth.

She opened her mouth as wide as it would go, trying to take as much of him inside her as possible. When it threatened to choke her, she made a small sound of protest, and Daddy stopped.

Then he moved her mouth up and down on his cock, showing her how to suck him off. After a bit, she got the rhythm of it, and was rewarded by the sound of his guttural moans. Those moans of pleasure were because of the work her mouth was doing. She felt a fierce pride in how she was pleasuring him.

Finally, Daddy raised her head and dragged her up to him. “Good girl,” he said huskily. “Let’s kiss that mouth that was full of my cock.”

He thrust his tongue inside her. She kissed him back passionately, wrapping her legs around his.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight, Baby Girl,” he said, pushing her down on the bed and mounting her. “I’m going to fuck you good and hard.”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered, his words making her even wetter.

“Legs wide apart,” he instructed, and she obeyed.

He placed his hot, hard flesh at the entrance of her wet cunt, and began to rub it up and down. She moaned, wanting him so badly inside her. But he made her wait for it, sliding it in only an inch before stopping.

“Please, Daddy,” she begged, thrusting her hips up to his.

He gasped and pushed inside her harder. She cried out at the sudden thrust.

“You’re so tight, Baby Girl,” he said, panting. “Try to relax.”

She tried, moving her hips and widening her legs even more. That gave him the opening he needed, and he thrust in further. It felt like he was going right through her. She began to whimper, half in pleasure, half in pain. He was so big.

He kissed her forehead. “Does it hurt? Should I stop?”

“No!” she said. “Don’t stop, Daddy. I want it.”

He began to make slow, steady thrusts into her, each one going in a little deeper, until she felt something tear within her, and she cried out.

He held her hard, kissing her mouth, murmuring words of encouragement. “You’re doing great,” he whispered. “I love you so much.”

Slowly, he began to fuck her, in and out, a steady rhythm that she matched with her hips. She was slick and wet, and he moved more easily inside her. He kissed her lips, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth the same way he was thrusting his cock inside her cunt. She wrapped her legs around his hips, grinding against him, feeling the build up of yet another orgasm.

“Daddy, I want to come again,” she stuttered.

“Come with me, Baby Girl,” he said in a rough whisper. He began to fuck her harder, each thrust making her gasp out and cry his name. “Come with me now!”

At his words, she arched her back and screamed, “Daddy!”

“Baby Girl!” he cried out and they both came at the same time, bodies shuddering in an intense orgasm that lasted for nearly a minute.

At last, Daddy withdrew from her and fell back on the bed, drawing her into his arms. She snuggled up to him, loving the feel of his cum dribbling down her legs. Daddy had fucked her. He had come inside her. The last barrier between them had been broken forever.

He stroked her head. “Was that good, Baby Girl?”

“It was everything,” she whispered. “Promise me you’ll do that every night. Promise me you’ll never fuck Catherine again. Promise me you won’t force me to go to Mom’s.”

He laughed tenderly and kissed the top of her head. “I promise, Baby Girl. I promise.”

END

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“John, please don’t shut me out of your life.”

He was blocking the path to the door. There was no way around him. I knew this moment would come, but I wasn’t ready for a face-to-face confrontation with Denny just yet. I wanted more time.

“Please believe me,” he said. “I never said a word to anyone about us — what is there to say? We had dinner a couple times — that’s all there is…you know how gossip turns into rumors…I’ve never spoken to anyone about my feelings for you, please believe me.”

The look of desperation on his handsome face and the pleading in his voice tugged at my heart strings. I wanted to believe him — I needed to believe him.

My eyes became misty with tears and I turned my head so he wouldn’t notice.

I knew deep down this conversation was stupid and unnecessary, but the guilt and shame I felt from my dirty little secret stopped me cold. At that moment I hated everything about my life.

I hated the fact I was gay. I hated my father for making me feel scared and ashamed. I hated I couldn’t be around people without becoming paranoid. I hated everyone who thought gay people were some kind of abnormal species.

But most of all I hated myself.

I was a coward and a fool. A slithering snake had more backbone than me. I had no character — no integrity. I was a simpering little faggot who let the opinions of others determine how I lived my own life.

I wanted to run out of the room and hide but Denny was blocking the exit. I tried to squeeze by him.

“Please,” I finally said out of desperation. “…please, I have to leave….”

His strong hands on my shoulders held me in place.

“Johnny, look at me,” he said firmly.

I didn’t want him to see me like this but I had no other choice if I wanted to get out of the room. I lifted my head and looked at him through the clouds in my eyes.

‘John,” he said, “I know what you’re going through, I went through it, too…I know how hard it is to accept who you are…you’re in a dark place right now and I want you to understand I’m here for you…I want to help you through this…when you’re ready, please call me, alright?”

I lowered my head, vigorously nodded ‘yes’ then pushed my way past him and fled to the nearest door. I didn’t want him to see the river of tears running down my cheeks.

The brisk, autumn night air felt good on my overheated face. I was able to block all the negative thoughts from my mind and concentrated on walking fast so I could get home as soon as possible and hide from the world behind the locked door of my apartment.

“Pssst…” I heard Lane from the bushes.

I knew why he was there and what he wanted. My immediate reaction was disgust. I hated him for being a coward hiding in the bushes.

What a pathetic queer, I thought. Has he no self-respect?

When he came out from the bushes I saw the familiar ballcap pulled low over his eyes shielding his identity should anyone walk by and see us.

My blood pressure rose; I was becoming angry. It was a strange emotion for me. I rarely got mad at anyone much less experience the kind of seething rage that was now growing inside me.

I quickly unlocked the doors and we were in my apartment. He made a move to hug me but I’d have none of it.

“Get your clothes off and get into the bedroom,” I said in a harsh tone.

“Oooo-goody….” he smiled.

His faggoty behavior pushed me over the edge.

“STRIP NAKED — NOW,” I yelled at him.

I could tell by his eyes that he wasn’t sure if this was a game, or if I was seriously angry, but he immediately began undressing. When he was nude, I grabbed his scrotum and pulled him into the bedroom.

I guided him to the massage table and told him to lie down on his stomach. I fastened the straps to his ankles and wrists then tightened the waist strap until he was helplessly secured to the table.

There was surprise on his face when I shoved the thick penis gag against his lips, but he could tell I meant business and opened his mouth.

I stood to the side of him and caressed his ass cheeks. I loved stroking his soft flesh but this time was different. A strong resentment towards him was growing inside me. I hated the way he obediently submitted to my demands yet couldn’t be seen with me in public.

What a hypocritical prick, I thought.

I’ve known him for weeks and he still wears that stupid ballcap pulled over his face so no one will recognize him when we’re together. The chickenshit still hides in the bushes like a scared worm and won’t come out until we’re alone.

I raised my hand high in the air and brought it down hard with a SMACK on his creamy white ass cheek. I felt a thrill of power and dominance over this meek and mild queer-boy.

I couldn’t help myself, I lost control. I wanted to punish him. This lying, hypocritical faggot was so ashamed of his feelings for men it made me sick.

SMACK — SMACK — SMACK — SMACK — SMACK….

The penis gag muffled his cries. I spanked him hard, over-and-over-and-over….

His poker oyna cries of pain suddenly turned to moans and groans. I reached under the table and found his hard, throbbing cock. It infuriated me. The little faggot loved being spanked!

My blood rose to a fever pitch. I saw nothing but a blinding white light before my eyes. I was overwhelmed by rage, an illogical hatred.

The harder I spanked him the more he seemed to like it. I was angry and frustrated. I wanted to punish him, not give him pleasure.

My hand became numb. The cheeks of his ass were glowing red. My hard prick screamed to be released from my pants.

I found the motor on the side of the table. I separated the legs of the table until they were as far apart as they would go. I stood between his open legs.

I was in a trance. Nothing was real. I opened my belt and pushed my slacks and briefs to the floor.

My hand somehow found massage oil and poured some on my erection. I covered my prick with oil then stepped forward until the head of my cock pressed against his defenseless anus.

I had no intention of preparing his hole for my assault. This wasn’t supposed to be a pleasure fuck… no, I wanted to punish him. I wanted to hear him squeal like a stuck pig.

His sphincter tensed as I pressed into him to gain entrance. I pinched his tortured ass cheek until he yelped into the gag and his muscles relaxed.

I buried my cock inside him in one motion. He howled into the gag. I pressed my wiry pubic hair into the raw flesh of his reddened asscheeks.

I counted to five then slowly withdrew my prick to the tip then rammed it hard back into him. He frantically rolled his head from side-to-side as I fucked his dry hole as brutally as I possibly could.

Strange and exotic noises escaped his stuffed mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head as I furiously thrust my aching cock in-and-out of his tightly clinging asshole. I fucked him as long and hard as I could.

When I realized his groans were of pleasure, not pain, and how much he loved being cruelly sodomized, I flew into a rage so deep and strong I really did want to hurt him.

I shoved my cock into the lying, hypocritical faggot as forcefully as I could, but his groans of pleasure made me angrier than I’d ever been in my life.

Suddenly his body stiffened, he shouted into the gag. He jerked and spasmed and bucked against the restraints and I knew he was cumming.

His wild cries and contortions sent me careening off the cliff, too. I furiously pumped huge loads of hot cum into his asshole.

When my balls were finally empty, I collapsed onto his back. It was then the cold, hard ugly truth smacked me up-side the head with the force of a ball-peen hammer.

It was MY thoughts and behavior that made me so angry — not Lane. It was ME who I hated more than anything — not Lane. And worst of all, it wasn’t Lane who was a lying, hypocritical little faggot — IT WAS ME.

My dirty little secret was driving me mad with irrational thoughts causing me to lash out at Lane with unnatural and illogical behavior.

I was talking and acting like a complete fool, pure and simple.

Afterwards, we lay naked together in my bed. His head resting on my chest, rising and falling with every breath I took. I absentmindedly stroked his face and hair as my mind tried to understand my horrific actions.

The first thing Lane had said when I’d removed the penis gag was “Wow, Johnny — that was the best ever….”

He’d actually thought the furious spanking I’d given him was part of a sex game. I decided it wouldn’t serve any useful purpose to tell him the truth. I didn’t want him to know I’d completely lost control of myself.

I played amateur psychologist and figured out why he loved the spanking so much: the spanking fulfilled a need inside him to be punished for his love of other men; for the shame and guilt he felt for being gay.

Lane rose until his face was close to mine. He kissed my lips, gently at first, then more insistent, forceful. Our tongues danced together as his hands caressed my chest and belly.

His wonderful hand stroked my thighs until I was hard again. His hot breath in my ear caused my erection to jump and twitch.

He whispered in my ear, “I love you,” then slowly kissed his way down my body until he was kneeling between my open legs.

When his warm, moist lips slid over my glans and he sucked my entire cock into his mouth, all was forgotten. I lay back and closed my eyes and shut everything out of my mind except the exquisite pleasure he gave me with his mouth and hands.

The next day the football team flew out of town for a Saturday road game. That meant I had four nights free from tutoring. I immersed myself in schoolwork. For whatever reason, I always wanted to be at least two-weeks ahead in all my classes.

Friday night Lane had a swim meet on campus. I wanted to go watch him, but he wasn’t comfortable with that.

“Johnny,” he said. “Please, don’t be angry with me…it’s just that, well…you know….”

“I’m canlı poker oyna not mad,” I told him, “I understand.”

The events center where the meets were held was just down the street from me. When I heard crowds of people walking by my building I knew it was over and I went online to check the results.

Lane had easily won his five events. All his times were close to the records in each event. I smiled. I felt good for him; I was proud of him.

Sometimes I forgot he was an amazing athlete just like Denny. He was so soft spoken and humble, it was hard imagining him participating in high-pressure competition.

He called me Saturday morning. I congratulated him and praised his performance. He responded with his typical “Aw shucks, it was nothing” Kentucky-style humility.

“Do you want to see a movie tonight?” he asked.

“Yes, I’d like that,” I said.

We agreed on a movie we both wanted to see then made small talk.

Finally he said, “Okay, I’ll pick you up at six…maybe we can have dinner before the movie?”

I was confused.

“Why do we need to drive?” I asked him, “…the theater is two blocks away.”

He paused and I heard him clear his throat.

“Well, uh…I was thinking of going to the ‘Northtown’ multiplex…there’s an Asian restaurant there I’ve always wanted to try…”

The theater he was talking about was twenty miles away on the other side of town. I knew instantly why he wanted to go there: we wouldn’t run into anyone he knew there. I felt a brief flash of resentment but it quickly disappeared.

It began to sound like a good idea to me, too. There would be no chance for any of Denny’s friends to see me with another guy.

Lane and I are birds of a feather, I sadly thought. We’re pitiful….

I prepared a small lunch then turned on the television. The football team was now ranked number two in the country and commanded national television coverage every week.

It was fun listening to the announcers talking about guys I knew and had contact with every day.

It was another blow-out win. Our guys played their usual tough-nose defense while our offense scored at will. Denny made twelve catches and scored three touchdowns. The only balls he didn’t catch were the ones thrown out of reach over his head.

Afterwards, I sat there beaming at the television screen. I wore a silly grin. I was hoping they would interview Denny.

Instead, as usual, they interviewed Todd the Quarterback. He said the normal clichés, praising his teammates, and it took him a long time, but he finally singled out Denny for his great play.

“Goldilocks is the greatest receiver I’ve ever played with — if the ball is anywhere near him he catches it.”

Then the pretty, female sideline reporter asked: “Is there any tension or animosity towards Denny Johnson in the locker room?”

The hair on the back of my neck stood straight.

Did she just ask that? I wondered.

Todd, in all his glorious innocence responded, “Why would there be?”

She stared coldly at Todd and said, “Do the guys feel uncomfortable when Denny Johnson is in the shower room with them?”

The question blind-sided Todd. Panic and confusion spread over his face.

He stuttered and said, “Well, ah…I don’t know what you mean….”

“You know darn well what I mean,” she said.

Todd stared at her a couple seconds then abruptly excused himself ending the interview before she could ask another question.

A jolt of fear ran up my spine. I suddenly became very afraid for Denny.

Why the hell would she ask a question like that? What does that have to do with the way he plays football?

I shut-off the television in disgust. I sat in silence wondering what repercussions the interview may have for Denny.

My cell phone startled me. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I hoped it was Denny, but it was Lane. He started talking before I could say ‘hello’.

“You know, Johnny, I was thinking…I don’t know if I really want to see a movie tonight…I have an exam on Monday I should really study for….”

“You saw Todd’s interview on tv, didn’t you?” I asked.

There was silence for a full ten seconds before he spoke.

“How could she say that on national television? She outted Denny to the whole country! What a terrible thing to do….”

I was confused. “What do you mean ‘outted’ him? Everyone knows he’s gay,” I said.

“John,” he said in a low voice, “Denny has never admitted he is gay…everyone just assumes he is…he never denies it, but he doesn’t admit it either. Do you know what this could do to his Pro career?”

It was my turn for silence. I began to tremble and shake. It felt like I had a million ants crawling on my skin.

“I’m sorry…” he continued. “Maybe we shouldn’t go to the movie…”

I understood his fear. We were very much alike. We both were deathly afraid people would discover our dirty little secret.

“Well, you know, two guys going to a movie together doesn’t necessarily make them homosexual,” internet casino I said sarcastically.

“The theater is twenty-miles away…” I said, trying to be a calming influence. “We’re not going to see anyone we know.”

He paused then said, “Okay, but instead of the Asian restaurant, maybe we can just grab a burger on the way….”

“Yeah, that would be fine,” I replied. “See you at six?”

“Sure…would you wait for me under the big tree down the street from your building?” he asked in a hollow voice.

I stared at the wall across from my sofa. A crushing wave of sadness overwhelmed me when our conversation ended.

Lane, Denny and me, I thought. We can’t help it if we prefer to be with guys…that’s the way we are.

Why do we have to hide in bushes and shadows and drive clear across town to be with someone we like? This isn’t right.

It wasn’t until after the movie and we were safely in Lane’s car driving home that we both relaxed. The evening seemed more of a clandestine spy operation than a ‘date’.

Lane wore his ballcap pulled low over his face the whole night, even inside the dark theater. He never once looked anyone straight in the eyes.

For my part, when we were in public, I bowed my head and surreptitiously glanced around us, surveying the crowd for ‘hostile’ faces. That is, anyone we might know.

It was a sorry spectacle, to be sure, but after what we saw on television that afternoon, I was feeling just as paranoid as Lane.

“I hate this…” he said softly. “Criminals walk around in public all the time, but when we see someone, do we wonder if they’re a killer or thief by the way they dress or act?”

“Yeah,” I agreed, “or how about when you’re with someone you know and they suddenly say ‘I heard so-and-so might be gay’ and then they always add ‘but that doesn’t bother me’…if it doesn’t bother them, why the hell say it in the first place?”

“Oh, yeah,” he chimed in, “and then there’s the guys who say ‘I don’t care if someone is gay — as long as they don’t hit-on me.”

“Yeah, and they’re usually the repulsive guys who couldn’t get laid in a women’s prison,” I quickly replied.

“People are horrible,” he said.

“They’re the worst,” I agreed.

We fell into a fit of laughter and the mood inside the car lightened considerably.

When Lane made a left turn instead of right, I knew immediately where he was taking us — Penis Park — the place where we’d met.

“Mmmm, nice idea,” I said, “it’s been a long time since we made-out in the car….”

I heard him breathe a sigh of relief. He probably thought I was going to chastise him for not going to my place. I was beyond that now. I completely understood what we were up against.

He found the darkest parking place and shut-off the car then moved from behind the steering wheel until he was close beside me.

We clung to each other as we kissed. Our mouths were hot and moist. The kisses were passionate, sometimes sloppy. The hunger we felt for one another was palpable. Our tongues embraced.

We worked feverishly at each other’s jeans until they were open. Our hands slid inside and found our hard cocks. We stroked and caressed each other until our flesh throbbed and hunger and desire consumed us.

Lane was the first to lower his head. I sat back and closed my eyes.

He sucked me with an urgency that was new. Usually he’d kiss and lick and tease my turgid pole, not this time. He frantically bobbed his head up-and-down as he squeezed and stroked my cock. His tongue made my cock tingle and twitch.

He was on a mission to make me cum, and I wasn’t going to disappoint him.

I moaned, “Oh-God—oh-God—oh-God….”

When his hand found its way under my shirt he kneaded and pinched my nipples. I couldn’t hold back any longer. The whole thing lasted less than three minutes.

His mouth became a voracious vacuum sucking the cum straight out of my balls. I heard him gulping down my semen and thought it was the sexiest sound ever. My eyeballs rolled back in their sockets. My body jerked and bucked.

When he’d totally drained me, and my prick shriveled in his mouth, his tongue lovingly lapped-up my remaining juices.

He raised his head and I immediately kissed his wet and sticky lips. I licked at his tongue, tasting my discharge.

When I lowered my face to his crotch, his fresh and manly aroma made me swoon. I took as much of his cock in my mouth as I could.

From the moment I began sucking, he strained to cum. His urgent, upward thrusts, forcing more and more of his hardness inside me until it bumped the back of my throat.

I had other ideas, though.

Holding his scrotum in one hand, I raised and lowered my head as fast as possible until I felt his balls contract and his body stiffen. My thumb and forefinger encircled the flesh above his balls and gently pushed them back down in his sac.

Orgasm denied, he whimpered with frustration.

It was then I used my lips and tongue to bring him the ultimate pleasure. His groaning became non-stop. I sucked him slowly, thoroughly. My tongue never rested.

Each time I flattened my tongue over his slit and lapped-up the pre-cum, his body tensed then relaxed. I had complete control over his pleasure.

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To start with, I will tell you I am straight. I have a steady girlfriend. I have been having sex with her everyday since years. She satisfies me pretty well. We experiment a lot, with positions and new things.

This incident took place last year when I had gone out to a neighboring state for some interview. I had booked a room in a hotel near the railway station. I couldn’t book a return ticket and had to stay beyond the time scheduled. Around three days after my work was over there.

On the first day, I roamed around the city…it was boring, because I am not really a guy who likes to travel much. That night I retired to my room early. Actually, I was missing my girlfriend. When at home, we make love like crazy. Almost 10 times a day. She is a sweetheart.

But now, I was away from her. I couldn’t receive her call because the network was bad. I was feeling frustrated. I dozed off to sleep after masturbating for a while…

There was some commotion outside my room which woke me up. I checked my watch…2:37 am. I got up angrily. I opened the door of my room. There were some guys running around. Apparently, some guest had lost his key and these guys were attendant trying to break the lock. (It was a small hotel which used normal lock & key.)

I stood there for sometime, watching…then turned to go back to my room. That’s when I noticed him. He was a room attendant. But something about him was different…I realized it was the way he walked. His gait was highly feminine.

I kept looking at him for a while when he noticed. He kept staring at me, his gaze moving from my face to my bare body, my chest, my belly…I felt slightly uncomfortable.

I closed the door…and went to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up when there was a knock on the door of my room. I asked who is it…”Coffee” came the reply.

I wriggled out of the bed to open the door. When I opened the door, I was slightly surprised. It was the same attendant who had got the coffee. He walked in and placed the coffee on the table near my bed. Then he faced me and asked if I need anything else.

I said no, and then asked, “Are there some good places to hang around here…?” The places he named were all boring…

I got exasperated and blurted out: “See I need some action OK. I am not a tourist…I poker oyna am bored here.” He eyed me for a while then said, “You have a nice body.” I found my body reacting in a strange way to his approach. I was developing a hard on. Maybe it was the abstinence from sex or something…I was actually turned on by this guy checking out my body.

I stayed quiet and just smiled. He got more open now, “You are hot.”

With this, he came close and touched my chest. I did not stop him. I had decided I would play along…and say no if he asks for any money, which I thought he would.

His had moved down now. He felt my hard on from over my shorts, and his eyes widened. Yeah, yeah, I am huge. I smiled.

He said he will be back in 10 minutes and darted away. I was confused. What was this guy up to?

Some minutes passed. I had other thoughts in my mind and started reading some book and so on…in short forgot everything about the attendant. That’s when there was a knock on the door, again. I went up to open the door. It was him. He smiled widely.

I got out of the way and he walked in and closed the door behind him, checking out whether anyone was watching him get in. Now he faced me. It’s safe now, he said. I felt the hard on again. I was anticipating what would happen next. The attendant drew close to me. I was about a foot or so taller than him. He put his arms around my torso and held me tight, all of a sudden. I shuddered a bit. Somehow, this felt good.

Then he kissed my chest where his head rested. And now he started with his elaborate play. He knelt down in front of me and started nibbling my kneecaps. Then he moved up my thighs, licking and nibbling all the while. Then he moved up to my chest…sucked my nipples hard. He then licked little circles round my nipples and licked all over my chest.

All this was arousing me, and strangely, they were arousing me more than my girlfriend doing it. He moved down to my belly now, licking all over, kissing lightly. My penis was rock hard now and was pushing my shorts to make a tent. Now he pulled my penis out and kissed the tip of it. His grip on my shaft was driving me crazy…

Now he started sucking my penis, first taking half of it and then the whole into his mouth. He slid my shorts down and I was all naked now. I canlı poker oyna was going crazy with the turn on. It was hard on. He went on pumping on my penis and held my bums with his hands. It was a sexy feeling…something far beyond what my girlfriend gave me.

After some time I stopped him by holding his head. I didn’t want to come just by his sucking me and I felt I was about to. This was strange, very strange indeed. My girlfriend could never suck me to an orgasm. And this GUY was about to make me cum just with a blowjob. I pulled him up now. He was fully dressed.

I had this urge to see his body. In my dazed state, it seemed like something he was hiding from me. I took off his shirt. I was taking control now. I threw his shirt away. He was in his vest. I took his pants off hastily. He was wearing sexy panties. I was slightly surprised, but didn’t show it.

I threw him on the bed. He looked at me with surprise. I moved over him on the bed. He instinctively opened his mouth a little. I understood that was an invitation for a kiss.

I was so turned on by all this “different” stuff that I was drooling, heavily. When my lips touched his, he was surprised by the saliva but it excited him as well. In return he spit into my mouth. I was taken aback. I started devouring his mouth. It was highly sexy, I tell you, being in bed with a man.

I took his vest off. Then his panties. I was half expecting a pussy, maybe, because his penis surprised me. But I was too turned on. I love licking my girlfriend’s pussy. I closed my eyes and went down on him. First, it felt strange…sucking a cock, I mean. But then I just went on. He was way smaller than me. But his penis responded to my tongue. It grew harder and harder. I sat up now to take a look at it. Then I held his penis and started licking around it. He had his legs up in the air now and I was licking his balls. He smelled very similar to my girlfriend’s pussy now and I was all the more excited.

I moved back a bit now. His legs were raised quite high and I could see his butt hole now. It was dark and small. My penis was throbbing like anything now. I wanted to fuck…badly. I knew this black butt hole was my destination.

I got up and said, “Let’s fuck.”

HE got up a bit and started to turn around, to get on his knees. internet casino No, I said. Let’s do it with your legs up in the air. He shrugged, saying it didn’t make any difference. Now he dived into his trouser pocket and fished out a small box of petroleum jelly and some condoms. I looked at these things and asked, “What are these for?”

He looked at me and before he could answer I had made him lie on the bed with his legs high up in the air. He looked afraid now. He thought I was going to nail him without lubrication, silly bastard.

I held his penis and assured him I won’t hurt him. Then I went down on him and faced his asshole. I licked it. He squirmed. I licked it some more now with more saliva in my mouth. I tried pushing my tongue in. His hole gave way slightly. I spit on my hand now and spread it on my penis.

He was ready now. I got up and positioned my penis on his hole. First my penis slipped. Then I got it at the right place. The saliva was a good lubricant. I managed to get the tip in. He moaned heavily. If it were my girlfriend I might have asked if it hurt. But I knew this guy had experience.

I pushed further in. now getting my whole erection into his ass. He moaned harder. I started pumping into his hole. First slowly then faster. Hearing this guy moaning was like magic. I pumped and pumped. I went on fucking his tight hole. When I pulled out for a while, I saw his hole was big and I had a temptation. I pushed my tongue into his now-wide butt hole. He tasted funny. I spit in more saliva because he was getting dry. Then I went on to fuck him again.

After some 15 minutes I exploded inside him. He immediately pulled me out and took my penis, which was still ejaculating in his mouth and kept sucking till he had swallowed my whole load. I was satisfied.

I got up to wear my clothes now, but noticed he was still in bed. I looked at him inquiringly and got my answer in the form of his erect penis.

I thought for a sec. Should I let him fuck me? That’s when he pushed me on the bed and came over me positioning his crotch just over my face. I opened my mouth and he started fucking my mouth. I often did it to my girlfriend and it felt strange. He fucked and fucked and then pulled out and came over my face. His cum was all over my face. It was sticky. I tasted it. It was sweet.

I went for a shower and found out that he had quietly walked out. I didn’t see him again that day. The other morning I checked out of the hotel. I haven’t gone back there again. I haven’t had such a DIFFERENT experience again.

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Amy giggled and closed the bedroom door behind her. As she walked down the stairs and out the front door she marveled that she had been able to pull this off so far. She was glad she had such an understanding boss… she giggled again, thinking about what she’d had to do that day so her plans would work out…

She went to her boss, Max to ask if she could leave a few hours earlier than usual. He told Amy he didn’t care if she left for the rest of the day–with pay, but there was something he wanted her to do first. Max had always talked very frankly with all his employees, and it seemed as if no subject was taboo, but it was still a shock for Amy when Max told her he wanted to watch her get her pussy eaten–while he fucked the woman who was doing it, Brenda. He said he knew Brenda occasionally liked women, and he wanted to give her a little something extra today. “You’re about the same size as she is, and you have really nice tits. I know she likes brunettes, so you’re just her type.” He seemed equally surprised when she quickly agreed. “You must have something very special planned for the rest of your day,” he said. “Come back to my office in 30 minutes.

She knew that he was having sex at the office with one of her coworkers, Brenda. That was common knowledge throughout the company. But Max didn’t know that Brenda and Amy were having sex with each other, frequently on the bearskin rug in Max’s office. Brenda had laughed at how Max always wanted to do her on his desk, even though she had mentioned the rug more than once. “I would love to have him fuck me where I’ve rolled around with you!” she had told Amy. “He thinks I am so hot for him that I wouldn’t look at anyone else. Little does he know, I like sex better with you than with him… It’s just that you can’t give me a raise!”

When Amy went back to his office and knocked, Max opened the door quickly. “You two know each other from around the office.” was more of an assumption than a question. Both of you know what I want, and I don’t have much time before my wife is expecting me, so let’s get to it.” There was nothing on his desk as he gestured toward it impatiently. “Amy…”

Amy took off her clothes and got up on the desk, her legs spread toward one end. Max looked at her shaved pussy for a minute, licking his lips. “You’re lucky I know you’re very happily married, honey, otherwise I would eat that sweet looking pussy myself.” Instead he pulled Brenda over and she leaned over the desk. “You get started, ladies, I just want to watch for a minute or two.”

Brenda leaned over the desk between Amy’s legs and began to lick her pussy, taking slow licks from between her wet lips up and over her clit. Max stared at the two women for a few minutes, mesmerized by the sights and sounds before him. Amy began moaning at the familiar touch of Brenda’s well-practiced tongue. Max took his pants and under shorts off. His cock was sticking straight out in front of him, and he began to slowly stroke it with the rhythm Brenda was using to lick Amy’s aroused pussy.

Amy watched as he stroked himself, a drop of pre cum already forming on the tip. He walked over behind Brenda and nuzzled up close to her ass. She felt, through Brenda’s tongue, her reaction as Max slid his cock inside her. Suddenly Brenda’s rhythm changed as she was pounded from behind by Max. Amy could hear him grunting with each thrust. It sounded like he was going to cum immediately, but he kept pounding and pounding into Brenda, which made her mouth rock up and down over Amy’s wet slit. She spread her legs even further apart, and began grinding up into Brenda’s face. She knew she was going to cum. “Aaaaaahhhhh…” was all she could vocalize as her pussy began to spasm. Amy was bucking uncontrollably, crying “Oh! Oh! Oh!” as Brenda sucked her throbbing clit into her mouth and kept tonguing her.

“Oh, fuck! That’s so hot!” exclaimed Max as he watched Amy cum. “My dick is so hard. Do you like that, Baby?” he breathed in Brenda’s ear as Amy spasmed under her unrelenting mouth. “You’re so wet. I want to feel you cum around my hard cock. I want to hear you scream out your cum with me pounding your wet pussy. And I want to hear Amy cum again when your pussy explodes…”

Brenda reached down and began rubbing her fingers over her own swollen clit. She had been in threesomes before, but somehow knowing that Max didn’t know she and Amy had done this before added an element to everything. She knew she could get Amy to cum two or three more times if they wanted. She loved to lick Amy’s pussy until her tongue just couldn’t move any more, but Amy had often outlasted her, licking and sucking on Brenda until her whole body was in a constant orgasmic quiver and she had to stop her. Brenda moaned against Amy.

“Oh, Yes! That’s it Brenda. I know you poker oyna want to cum. I can feel your pussy getting so slick. I know you’re so close Baby…” Max moaned.

Brenda moaned louder, her fingers flying over her clit, made slick by the juices Max was working up with his relentless thrusting. That put Amy right over the edge again. She added her own moans to the mix and began thrusting up into Brenda.

“Oh, yeah, Amy.” Max groaned, “doesn’t her mouth feel good on you…”

“Oooohhhh, yesssssss…” Brenda cried out. “I’m cumming, Max! Oh, fuck me harder! Harder! Yesssssss!”

Max obliged by slamming into Brenda even harder, her whole body being rocked by his fucking. He groaned loudly, then just stopped. His body rocked as he held her hard against him.

“Uuunnnnnggghhh…” he moaned, then “Oh shit!” Max leaned against Brenda and put his hands on the desk to steady himself.

Brenda slipped out from under his arm and sat down in his chair. They all three breathed hard for a few minutes then looked at each other and grinned. Amy was the first to speak. “Whew!” she said. “Don’t you just love it when everybody gets what they want?”

They all laughed, and then Max looked at his watch. “Pardon me ladies. Linger as long as you like, then take the rest of the day to *ahem* enjoy yourselves. I have to go meet my wife.” With that he took his clothes into his adjoining washroom and left them. After he was gone, Amy and Brenda talked over their plans for the rest of the day, then left to carry them out.

Ron walked in the front door after work that afternoon and stopped short. There was a red rose lying on the floor. A trail of rose petals led around the corner, up the stairs and to the bedroom he shared with his wife, Amy. There on the bed was another rose and a note. The note read: Darling husband, I have made some arrangements for our evening, but I had to attend to some of the details personally. Please meet me at the hotel bar on fourth street at 7:00. Love, Amy

“This is different…” thought Ron as he went to the kitchen, still holding the note. “I wonder what she’s up to?” He found dinner warming in the oven. While he ate and showered, he kept wondering. Amy usually left sweet, rambling notes that told him everything he could want to know about where she was going and what she was doing. Ron had to admit he liked this little bit of mystery.

Ron was at the hotel bar at a few minutes before 7:00. It was pretty full, and the only place left to sit were a few stools at the bar. He ordered a drink and looked around while he waited for his wife. It looked like hotel clientele, a business crowd of mostly men, passing a little time in a strange city. Ron checked his watch. He had been waiting for fifteen minutes already. Usually Amy was right on time, something he had always liked about her.

At 7:20 Ron was starting to really wonder when a woman entered the bar. She was blond, very shapely, and wearing a stunning red mini dress that emphasized her cleavage. Her breasts seeming on the verge of popping out of the low cut neckline. He wasn’t the only one looking at the woman. It seemed like every man in the room had his eyes on her chest. Her lips were painted very red, and looked very inviting. He imagined for a moment how those red lips would look wrapped around his cock as it slid into her mouth. He felt his cock twitch at the thought. He guessed every man in the place was thinking the same thing. The woman’s face was made up very exotically, and she looked very hot and ready for action.

As the woman crossed the dimly lit bar, Ron couldn’t believe it. He not only knew her, but it was his wife, Amy! She approached the stool next to him and asked if she might sit there. “Of course,” he stammered out, a bit shocked still. Every man in the place watched as she climbed up on the stool beside him and crossed her long legs. Her skirt rode up high on her thigh, enough to see the red garter attached to the top of her stocking.

Ron recovered enough to ask Amy if she’d like a drink. “I’d love one,” she said, talking just a little bit louder than necessary. “But you don’t have to buy me drinks to have your way with me, Honey. You’re cute, and I like you already.”

The people within hearing range couldn’t help but stare. Amy laid her hand on Ron’s knee and slid it slowly up his thigh. “You ARE looking for a good time, aren’t you?”

He swallowed hard, aware that everyone nearby was looking at them. This wasn’t anything like his wife, and it was making him so horny. He could feel his cock swelling in his pants just looking at her. He couldn’t believe the way she was talking! She was really playing it up for their audience, and he knew any man in the room would love to be right where he was.

“Well, I was waiting canlı poker oyna on someone,” Ron told her, getting into the game and making sure others could hear. “but now that you’re here, I may have to change my plans.”

Amy took a card out of her purse. “Why don’t you call your friend and tell her you changed your mind. Here’s the key to my room,

402. I’ll be waiting.” She laid the card down on the bar, stood up and walked off before Ron could even pick up the key card.

Every male eye in the place was on her as she walked out of the bar, her sexy ass hugged by the short red skirt, hoping to get another glimpse of garter. Then those eyes turned back to Ron. He stood there, blown away by the woman who had just walked away from him. A man sitting on the other side of him said, “Hey, if you don’t want to go for it, I’ll make her happy!”

Ron stood up and followed her. He felt the envy of the other men as he went to meet his sexy wife. He was grinning from ear to ear as he pushed the elevator button for the 14th floor. The whole scene had been so totally out of character for Amy, who had never done anything wild like this in the five years he had known her. He was very excited as he wondered what else she had in store for him.

The card worked smoothly in the lock to room

402. The first thing Ron noticed was the shimmering candlelight filling the room, the second was the aroma of roses. There were petals strewn from the door to the bed. The blankets were turned down and the sheets were covered in rose petals. There was a blindfold on the pillow, black ribbons trailing strikingly across the red petals. He imagined placing it over Amy’s eyes, and her having to guess where he would touch her next…

The bathroom door behind him opened and he turned as Amy walked out. She still wore the blond wig, but had taken off her dress. Her body was magnificently displayed in a red bustier, her nipples rosy and aroused atop the lace, with the red garter belt and sheer black stockings. She still wore the red stiletto heels she walked into the bar with. Ron groaned out… “oh, Baby, you look so hot! I want to fuck you so bad!”

“Would you do something for me first?” she asked him, smiling sexily. “Would you let me blindfold you?”

Ron was surprised again, but he agreed. He took off his clothes and sat on the edge of the bed. His cock was already rising in anticipation as Amy put the blindfold on him and told him to lay down. The rose petals felt cool against his back, but immediately warmed. The scent from the crushed petals was sweet. Amy straddled Ron’s chest and slid her hands up his arms, raising them above his head and to the sides. Suddenly he felt something cold encircle his wrist and heard the snick as a metal cuff closed around his wrist.

“What is this?” he asked Amy.

“Relax…” Amy replied as she snapped a cuff on his other wrist. “This is going to be good…” She took the blindfold off and tossed it aside. “That was just so you wouldn’t stop me from restraining you. Now you can lay back and enjoy the show.”

Ron heard the bathroom door open, and into the room walked another woman. She was just a little shorter than his wife, also very sexily built, wearing a peach colored bustier and garter set that contrasted nicely with her dark hair and tanned skin. Ron could not believe his eyes! He turned and looked at Amy. She smiled at him and walked toward the other woman. “Ron,” she said as she took the woman’s hands and placed them on her breasts, “this is Brenda. She and I are very good friends.”

Brenda began rubbing her hands all over Amy’s luscious breasts, finding her nipples and tweaking them between her fingers. Ron was stunned as he watched his wife do the same to her friend. He and Amy had discussed the possibility of a threesome many times, but he never thought anything like this would happen. As far as he had known, her interest in other women was only because he had wanted to see it. But it looked like they were very familiar with each other’s bodies.

Amy reached down between Brenda’s legs and rubbed back and forth in her wetness a couple of times. She made eye contact with Ron before she brought her fingers to her lips and sucked them into her mouth one by one. She heard him groan and smiled. She knelt on the floor and pressed her face into Brenda’s pussy. Brenda parted her legs and put her hand on the back of Amy’s head.

“Oh, yes, honey, lick me…” Brenda moaned. “You know I’m always ready to cum with your tongue.”

So it was true! Ron was not sure what to think now! He was helplessly restrained with two sexy women in front of him, but they were turning to each other! He couldn’t help but be very aroused at the sight of his wife on her knees licking another woman’s pussy, though. internet casino It was something he had fantasized about for years, and it looked even hotter than he had imagined. He could see her mouth really working on Brenda, catching a glimpse of her tongue every once in awhile, licking across Brenda’s clit and making her shudder.

Amy wrapped her hands around behind Brenda and began rhythmically squeezing her ass as she stroked Brenda’s pussy with her tongue. Brenda was moaning loudly, one hand on the back of Amy’s head and the other working back and forth between her own erect nipples, pulling and twisting them. Suddenly she stiffened and cried out, “Oh yes, Amy, that’s it… I’m cumming… yessssssss…”

Ron could feel his cock throb as Brenda came. Amy just held on and kept her face pressed into Brenda, sucking on her clit as Brenda rocked back and forth. Then Amy buried her face deeper between Brenda’s legs, sliding her tongue the whole length of her pussy over and over again. He could see her face getting wet with cum.

Amy turned and looked at Ron. She stood up and walked over to the bed, smiling. She knelt next to him and kissed him, her face sticky and wet. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and he could taste Brenda’s cum on her. He licked all around her lips, savoring the taste of a another woman’s cum on his wife.

“Mmmmmm…” she responded. “You like that?”

“Oh, yes, Baby, you know this makes me so hot!” Ron replied. “I want to fuck you both.”

Brenda walked around the bed to them. “But I want to lick your wife’s pussy and make her cum,” she said smiling at him. “And you’re just going to have to watch.”

Amy got up so Brenda could lay down on the bed next to Ron. Then she crawled over the top of Brenda so that her pussy and ass were over Brenda’s face, just inches away from Ron’s face. If he wasn’t cuffed to the bed, he could lean over and lick her, but instead he just watched as Brenda reached up and pulled Amy down to her mouth. He watched as Brenda ran her tongue from his wife’s clit all the way to her ass hole. Her tongue circled around Amy’s ass, making her squirm, and then he saw it slide between her pussy lips and into her. He groaned at the sight of his wife being licked by this other woman. His cock was throbbing, and he could feel it oozing pre cum as Amy began moaning and grinding her pussy against Brenda. He could imagine Brenda sucking on her clit and rolling it around with her tongue. He knew Amy liked to have her clit sucked on. He could see her pussy getting wetter and wetter, her juices dripping down over Brenda’s face.

Ron could not see what Amy was doing, but her head was down, and he could tell she was licking Brenda to another orgasm by the way Brenda was moaning. He could feel the two women bucking and shaking against him, their moans a beautiful noise as they both came. As soon as they stopped writhing together in their simultaneous orgasms, Amy moved over so her pussy was right over his face. He could see her cum glistening on her lips. He reached up and licked the cum off her pussy, sliding his tongue inside her to get all he could of her sweet flavor. When she moved off of him, his face was wet with her juice. His cock was so swollen, so aching for attention.

As if they knew exactly what he needed, the two women positioned themselves on either side of Ron. Brenda took his swollen hard-on into her mouth, sucking it right in as far as it would go. He groaned, and then groaned even louder as Amy sucked one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it around with her tongue, then the other. The sensation of their two mouths on him was almost more than he could take, but Ron held on. He didn’t want to cum so quickly. It felt too good.

Amy joined Brenda as she ran her lips up and down the length of his cock. Sucking and licking him, he could imagine their lips and tongues meeting around his hardness. Brenda moved down began licking his balls, under them, and all the way down to rim his ass with her tongue, while Amy took his cock deep into her mouth and began really sucking hard, drawing him in and out quickly. Ron began pumping his hips up and down, his cock rock hard, as the two women sucked and licked at him. His hands buried in Amy’s hair, Ron groaned. “I’m going to cum! Suck me hard, Baby!”

He felt a wet finger enter his ass and his cock exploded. “Aaaaaagggghhhhhh…” Ron groaned as his orgasm swept over him. His cock spasmed and his whole body rocked as he came. His cum filled Amy’s mouth and she kept sucking and swallowing until his balls were empty.

He watched Amy and Brenda kiss, sharing his cum, as his body shuddered a couple more times. He still wanted to fuck them both, but after that orgasm he knew it would be a few minutes before he could even lift himself off the bed. Amy uncuffed him and he reached his arms down around both women and drew them up to him. He kissed them both and then lay back, feeling a stir within even after all that had happened, as the women pressed their bodies against him.

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