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Author’s Note

A little something different for your holidays. I’m in my fairy tale remix mood again and this time it’s turned out as a 24-hour slice of life story as well.

You may remember the story of Hansel and Gretel from your childhood. This story takes place after they’ve grown up, and changes the setting from the forest to the inner city. I’ve pulled in some other familiar characters just for fun.

And in the interest of full disclosure, there’s no sex. I still have more Risk Versus Reward coming to keep you entertained on that front.

Enjoy,
WaxPhilosophic

* * *

Pinocchio stood up on the pedals of his BMX bicycle and drew breaths in great gasps. He had to show Hansel. Hansel didn’t believe nothin’ Pinocchio said ‘less he seen with his own eyes.

Pinocchio wiped the sweat from his brow and flew through the intersection, careening around honking cars without stopping.

He had a plan. Hansel would bring his fancy new iPhone to get a video of what Pinocchio had found and they’d put it on the internet. Then they’d be famous. And famous people get respect. Easy as that.

Pinocchio powered up the last remaining hill, swerved around the sedan parked out front, and ditched his bike on the lawn.

“Hansel, Hansel,” Pinocchio heaved. “Get yer iPhone. You won’t believe what I just seen.”

Hansel leaned forward on the front porch step where he was sitting, and ground the last of his cigarette out on the heel of his shoe. “Lookin’ at you I already don’t believe it.”

“Honest, Hansel. Get yer iPhone. We gonna take some videos. Be on the news. Get famous.”

“Shit,” Hansel said as he stood slowly and spat.

“Serious, man. There’s a body down by the tracks. All dead, with flies and everything.”

Pinocchio watched Hansel hoist himself up and grab the knob of the screen door. Hansel believed him.

* * *

Inside, on the first floor of the house, Gretel climbed out from under the kitchen sink. She tucked her service automatic back into its holster and twisted the knob on the faucet. The water spiraled down the drain.

“No more potato peelings in the sink,” she called out. “Okay, Pop?”

Silence.

Gretel walked into the living room to find her father sound asleep in his recliner.

“Pop, I fixed your sink.”

The old man blinked a few times and peered up. “You’re a good girl, Gretel.”

“Be sure to tell Mrs. Wilson she can’t put potato peelings down the drain, okay? Clogs it right up.”

“She ain’t been ’round for couple weeks now, Gret. Gov’ment shutdown and all. Means she don’t get paid.”

“She just up and left?”

“Gone and found another job I ‘spose.” Gretel’s father reached for her hand. “It’s okay. Your girl Cinderella come by a couple times a week to check up on me. Runs ’round cookin’ and tidyin’ up the place and then sits readin’ the newspaper to me. Acts like there ain’t nowhere in the world she’d rather be than keepin’ an old man company.”

Gretel smiled. That sounded just like Cinderella alright.

“You be good to that girl, Gret. She’s a keeper.”

“I will, Pop. Promise.” Gretel kissed her father on the forehead to seal the pact.

“Say Pop, you seen her around lately? She hasn’t been returning my texts.”

“No,” her father said with a yawn, “can’t say I have.” And just like that the old man was asleep again.

Gretel kissed her father once more before stepping out onto the front porch.

* * *

“Cinderelli, Cinderelli.” Pinocchio danced and chanted as Gretel emerged. “Where’s Cinderelli?”

“Been evesdropping, punk? I suppose you’ve seen her, huh?”

“Yeah, I seen her.” Pinocchio leered. “She’s hawt!”

Pinocchio began humping the air and moaning while pretending to slap something with his right hand. Gretel assumed it was Cinderella’s backside that he imagined himself connecting with.

She reached over, grabbing Pinocchio by the wrist mid-swing and bent his arm into a painful position, putting a contorted expression on his face.

“Hey!” he protested.

Gretel just stared at his open hand, saying nothing.

“What’re you doing?” Pinocchio whined.

“Checking your palm for splinters, douchebag. You should be more respectful.”

“Or what?” Pinocchio said, apparently not bright enough to know when to keep his mouth shut.

Gretel fingered the butt of her automatic, still tucked away in its holster. “Or else I’ll shoot you.”

“You can’t shoot me, you’re a cop. Protect and serve. It says so on the door of your car.”

“You seen my car lately?” Gretel looked to the nondescript sedan parked at the curb and Pinocchio’s gaze followed. “I’m a detective now. Unmarked car. See? Nothing written on the doors. Means I can shoot whoever I want, long as I fill out the paperwork.”

Pinocchio stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed while Gretel continued casting daggers his direction.

Not surprisingly, Pinocchio was the first to blink in this contest of wills and he turned pleadingly to Hansel who was just stepping out the front şişli bayan escort door. “She can’t shoot me, can she?”

“You wanna test her? I don’t. Come on dicknose, let’s go.”

“What about the body?” Pinocchio said.

“Jesus.” Hansel’s shoulders slumped as he shook his head.

Gretel released Pinocchio and turned to her brother, jaw clenched. “What body?”

“Come on, we’ll show ya.” Hansel reached over and slapped Pinocchio hard upside the head before they both turned to trail behind Gretel on her way to the waiting sedan.

* * *

Down by the railroad tracks Gretel pushed her way through the crowd of curious onlookers that had gathered. Following closely behind were Hansel and Pinocchio.

“Hey, this is a crime scene, lady,” said the patrolman at the scene. “You can’t be here.”

He was no one Gretel had seen before, and he looked like a kid fresh out of the academy. Gretel decided to cut him some slack and politely showed him her detective’s badge.

“Sorry, ma’am.” The officer said. “I thought maybe you were another of them nosy reporters.”

Gretel glanced at the name patch on the rookie’s uniform. “Just doing your job, O’Shea. Department could use more upstanding young men like yourself. Now, what have we got?”

Apparently not used to being complimented by the senior members of the force, the young patrolman’s face quickly cycled through about three shades of pink before he gathered his composure enough to speak.

“Well ma’am, looks like a typical OC. I mean you can see the bag of candy sticking out of his pocket, and his fingers and mouth have that sticky residue.”

“He’s just a kid.” Gretel frowned. “Anybody touch anything?”

“No ma’am. Can’t say for sure about the locals here, but I called the crime scene investigators as soon as I arrived.”

“Nice work, O’Shea.” Gretel clapped the patrolman on the back. “You think you can keep it locked down until the CSIs get here or you need me to call you some back up.”

“I can handle it ma’am.”

“Outstanding. That’s what I like to hear.” Gretel watched as a wide grin spread across the young patrolman’s face. “Welcome aboard, son. Department’s lucky to have you.”

Gretel turned and sighed. These recruits were getting younger all the time. Or was it just that she was getting older. And since when did people automatically start calling her ma’am?

“It’s her, isn’t it?” Hansel said, stepping up behind Gretel and snapping her out of her period of introspection.

Gretel knew he meant Granny Witch, the evil old woman who lured them into her den of sin as children. “Let’s wait for the CSIs before we …”

“But you already know, don’t you?”

Gretel sighed again. “Yeah, it’s her.”

Gretel’s phone buzzed. She looked down hoping to see Cinderella’s number on the display, but the odds were not in her favor. She swiped to answer.

“Yeah, Cap’n. … Already on the scene, sir. … My brother. … Yeah, it’s her. … Understood, sir.”

Gretel slipped the phone back into her pocket and strode back toward the unmarked sedan. Duty called. “You boys wanna go for a ride?”

“Ooh, can I put the flashing light up on top?” Pinocchio said. “Like Telly Savalas in Bojack?”

Gretel said nothing, but did grin just a little as she heard the characteristic hollow clunk of Hansel’s hand smacking the wooden boy upside the head. “It’s Kojak, dicknose. Like the cheese.”

* * *

After a five minute ride, the sedan pulled up outside of The Haystack Tap.

“I’m looking for Hyram Woolfe” Gretel said as she laid her badge on the bar.

The bartender kept wiping the bar top, not even looking up as he said, “Next door. Blowin’ with Boy Blue.”

“You sure about that?” Gretel found it hard to swallow that Boy Blue, so named because of the cyanosis that gave his skin its distinctive blue pallor, would have any breaths to spare for his horn these days.

The bartender just shrugged and continued his cleaning.

Gretel plucked up her badge and headed through the connecting doorway to the jazz club next door. Close on her heels were Hansel and Pinocchio.

* * *

The bartender had not lied. Once inside the club, Gretel and her entourage were enveloped by the mellow sounds of the jazz quintet on stage.

Gretel didn’t recognize the rhythm section, but she immediately picked out Boy Blue tooting on his trumpet, and Hyram Woolfe impeccably dressed in a zoot suit and currently engaged in a rather lengthy improvisational saxophone solo.

While Hansel and Pinocchio relaxed and bopped to the beat, Gretel took the opportunity to phone Cinderella. But just like before, it went to voicemail.

“Hi Baby, it’s me,” she said, feeling a little like a broken record on this, her third unanswered call. “I know I’ve been working a lot, so I was hoping you might want to grab a bite to eat. There’s this new place I heard is supposed to be good. Or, you know, if you just want to hang out at home, maybe I can bring something by? Miss you, Baby.”

Gretel turned quickly to face şişli escort Pinocchio, fully expecting to admonish him for his chants of ‘Cinderelli, Cinderelli,’ but saw only a boy who appeared to be lost in the music.

Gretel tucked her phone away and frowned. This was certainly uncharacteristic behavior for Cinderella, and Gretel hoped she hadn’t done something to upset the woman. She searched her memory, and other than putting in a lot of overtime on her current caseload she could think of nothing that would drive a wedge between them.

Gretel was dragged out of her soul-searching funk and back to the present by a pause in the music and Boy Blue on the microphone.

“Thank you,” he weezed. “We gonna take a little break now. So y’all stay cool, a’ight? We be back shortly.” And Little Boy Blue shuffled off to stage left, dragging his oxygen tank on a cart behind him.

Hyram Woolfe deposited his battered and tarnished sax on its stand preparing to follow behind Boy Blue, but Gretel was up and blocking his path before he could take a single step.

“Going somewhere, Wolfie?”

Woolfe smiled, baring his teeth. “As a matter of fact, Detective …” he said in a deep, booming baritone.

“Save it. We’re gonna have a little chat you and me.” Gretel grabbed Hyram Woolfe by the scruff of the neck. For his part, Woolfe offered no resistance and simply went limp and whimpered as Gretel dragged him over to the table where Hansel and Pinocchio still sat.

“My own mother stopped treating my like a pup years ago,” he complained, as Gretel dumped him in an empty seat.

“Obviously, she doesn’t know you as well as I do. Maybe I should call her up?”

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary, Detective. What can I do for you?”

“I hear your old pal Granny Witch is back in business. You used to supply the muscle for her organization.”

Woolfe fidgeted in his chair. “I wouldn’t know anything about that. Strictly Kosher diet for me these days.”

Gretel let a small hmph escape her lips.

“I found God while I was doing time, or rather He found me,” Woolfe continued. “I assure you I am a reformed citizen. Ask Rabbi Rabinowitz. He sees me every sabbath.”

“And I’m sure the rabbi would love to know what you got up to before your miraculous reformation.”

“Your threats won’t work detective. I have confessed my sins before God. My conscience is clean.”

Gretel pulled out her phone and swiped through several a few pictures of puppies dressed in spiked collars and black leather muzzles crawling all over a smiling wolf that bore a striking resemblance to Hyram, and who appeared to be already half out of his suit and tie within just the first few frames.

“You sure you confessed everything, Hyram? I can keep going. And I just so happen to have Rabbi Rabinowitz’s email address in my contact list. We have adjacent seats at the opera. Did you know that? As a concerned citizen I could just email these right on over …”

“Wait!” Woolfe slumped in his seat and whined. “What do you need me to do?”

“Just make a few introductions, Wolfie Baby. That’s all.” Gretel patted Hyram on the jowl a few times. “To whoever’s providing the muscle for Granny Witch’s operation now.”

* * *

Gretel double-parked the unmarked sedan at the end of the block in a very seedy part of town. She instructed Hansel and Pinocchio to stay put while she followed Hyram to find Granny Witch.

“Tra-la-la, motherfucker,” said the very large boar blocking the tenement building’s doorway and peering down his snout at Hyram and Gretel. “Yo ass ain’t welcome ’round here, capisce? ‘Specially when you be bringin’ the five-oh wit’ you.”

“Look, little piggie,” Gretel said, standing toe to toe with the large boar. “Your boss is into some bad shit, and I’m takin’ her down. So unless you want to go down with her, I suggest you step aside and let us come in.”

The boar didn’t move. “Or what? You gonna huff and puff an’ all that shit?”

“These are rental properties, right?” Gretel said.

The door guard nodded almost imperceptibly.

“And I’m sure everything is up to code.”

The large boar blocking the doorway started to look a little less imposing as the color slowly drained from his cheeks.

Gretel stood firm, brandishing her mobile phone. “One call to city hall and I’ll have an army of inspectors down here checking every square inch of the place just to make sure. What do you say, little piggie? Wanna let us come in?”

The boar snorted, but shifted his bulk enough so that Gretel and Hyram could pass.

* * *

The dingy central foyer of the tenement building was lit by a single working bulb somewhere up on the third floor. All around, doors were all off their hinges. Some leaned up against the walls, others missing completely, leaving each apartment as a menacing maw in an otherwise uninviting hallway. The stink of human sweat and decay hung in the air.

“Oy vey,” Hyram whined, pinching his nose.

“Charming, isn’t it?”

At their approach a woman who looked almost middle-aged, mecidiyeköy escort but who was realistically no more than eighteen, shuffled out of a doorway, her eyes sunken and crusted with a gunky mucus.

“Candy?” she croaked. “You got some candy?”

“This is disgusting,” Hyram said.

“You used to work here.”

“It wasn’t like this.” Hyram shook his head. “Back then it was just kids having fun, you know. Sneak a little sugar here and there to feel good. No harm, just fun. The good old days.”

Gretel thought back to what Hyram termed the good old days. Thought about being locked up in Granny Witch’s kitchen as a child, along with her brother Hansel while the old woman continually threatened to cook them and eat them if they didn’t make deliveries for her.

Thank goodness they were able to escape.

Gretel had forgiven her father for is part in their ordeal, though Hansel still refused to acknowledge his existence, even to fix the old man’s kitchen sink. But her mother — Gretel had not been able to forgive her mother to this day.

It was her mother’s own secret addiction to candy that had drained all the money from their coffers, and made her decide to turn Hansel and Gretel loose in the city to fend for themselves.

Hate the drug, not the user is what her therapist said. Hate the sin, not the sinner is what Rabbi Rabinowitz said. But it would be a cold day in hell before Gretel forgave the sins of her mother.

She trudged on, side-by-side with Hyram Woolfe, through dingy, littered hallways and up creaking stairs until finally coming to the only apartment with a door still on it.

Gretel stopped. “This has got to be it.”

“I think you’re right.” Hyram sniffed at the air. “Smells disgustingly sweet.”

Gretel drew her service automatic while Hyram turned the doorknob.

* * *

Beyond the door was nothing like the stinking, trash-filled hallway outside. Inside was bright and cheery, smelling only of cakes and iced treats. Gretel inhaled deeply, remembering the scent from her younger days and smiled in spite of herself. Hyram just scowled.

“Hello, my dear.” Granny Witch stepped around the corner to greet them. She was grinning like a Cheshire cat and wearing large designer shades as if she were some sort of celebrity who didn’t want to be recognized by her adoring fans.

But Gretel knew the truth. She knew that the sunglasses only served to hide the twisted and scarred sockets where her eyes used to be. The very eyes that Gretel had gouged out so many years ago while she and Hansel made their escape.

“Old habits die hard, eh?” Granny Witch cackled. “Well, I suppose I’ll still sell you some, Deary. Even after the calling card you left on my lovely face. Youthful indiscretion. I won’t let that stand in the way of business. I know your mother never did.”

Gretel heard a low growl emanating from Hyram, but neither one of them moved. Gretel refused to be goaded.

“Your pretty little girlfriend didn’t either.” Granny Witch reached into her apron and produced a rose gold iPhone with a bedazzled protective case. “Ever wonder why she never called you back.”

One moment Gretel was standing in the doorway with Hyram. The next, she was poised directly in front of Granny Witch, with the barrel of her service automatic pressed firmly against the old woman’s forehead.

“If you so much as put one hair out of place on Cinderella’s head.” Gretel gritted her teeth and began pulling back on the trigger. The automatic’s double-action put up a good deal of resistance, but Gretel was determined. She clenched her jaw and squeezed tighter still.

Hyram placed a hand on her shoulder. “To return a wrong for a wrong is not the way, Gretel. You’ll never be able to live with yourself.”

“The fuck I won’t.”

There was a flash of light as the weapon in Gretel’s hands roared and a cloud of smoke filled the air.

Gretel let the pistol drop to her side, her shoulders slumped forward as she looked at the hole in the wall two feet to the right of Granny Witch. She couldn’t do it. After all these years and all that hate, she still couldn’t do it.

“You’ll always be a violent little hussy, Gretel. And when it comes right down to it, you’ll always fail. Old habits die hard.” The old woman cackled, still audible even with the gunshot ringing in Gretel’s ears. “Granny knows exactly what makes you tick, Gretel. Granny always knows. Have some candy, my dear.”

Hyram Woolfe put his arm around Gretel and guided her toward the door. He turned to take one last look at Granny Witch. “Where’s Cinderella?” he growled.

“Second floor, first apartment on the right. She’s not a prisoner, you know. She likes it here. More than she likes being with you, Gretel. Just like your mother. What do you think about that, eh?” The old woman’s cackle echoed throughout the hallway long after Hyram dragged Gretel over the threshold.

* * *

It didn’t take long for Hyram and Gretel to reach the apartment. Gretel found Cinderella in a back bedroom, beautiful ball gown soiled and torn, lying on a dingy old mattress that had been pushed up against one corner of the room. There were cake crumbs and bonbon wrappers strewn about the room and Cinderella had chocolate stains all over her pale and gaunt cheeks.

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The Homecoming

Eva

Just another ordinary Wednesday evening. I arrived home from my day’s tasks, and scarfed down the deli salad and sandwich I grabbed on the way home. As I settled into my regular corner of the sofa, turned on the TV, and began watching the evening news, the phone rang. Reaching to the end table beside me, I picked up the handset and was delighted to hear the voice of my lovely, 24 year old daughter, Eva, on the other end.

“Hi, daddy. How are you? ” she inquired. She was speaking in her little girl voice, and only called me daddy when she felt weak, vulnerable, or wanted something. Normally, it was just dad as she had grown older.

“Great, sweetie. How have you been?” I answered.

She has been gone, so to speak, for about 5 years. Well…not really gone. She moved in with her boyfriend, Jeff, during her second year of junior college. When he moved across state to enter the four year university, she followed him. After that, I would just see her a couple of times a year. We did, however, talk often on the phone. As far as I knew, until about 6 months ago, all was going fine. Then, she subtlety began dropping hints that their relationship was taking a turn for the worse. This was the first time we had talked in a couple of months.

“Daddy, I need a favor. Can I come back and be with you for a while?” Her voice was low and I could sense the pain inside her when she talked, “I really need to be somewhere right now where I know I am loved. Plus, I don’t know of anyone better than you that can help me talk things through.”

We had always been very close, even way before we lost her mother, Ava. She knew she could count on me to not be judgmental while we weighed the pros and cons to help her make her decisions.

“Of course you can, sweetie. Come home and we’ll figure things out together. You haven’t lost your house key have you?” I asked.

“No, I still have it. I knew I could count on you, but I had to ask anyway,” she replied in her little girl voice again, “I’ll see you Friday! Thanks for being there for me! I love you!” I could tell by her suddenly perky voice that she felt relieved and excited to come home.

Her car was parked in the driveway when I arrived home Friday evening. Coming in the front door, I could smell the delicious aroma of cooking. It was just a moment later that she came running up and jumped into my arms, planting a big wet kiss on my cheek as we hugged. It felt wonderful to hold her again since it had been almost six months since she had last visited.

I spun her around in my arms, marveling at the similarities to her mom. Her pure black hair was a bit shorter, stopping just below her shoulder blades and had a soft waviness to it…a compromise between my medium curls and her mom’s severely straight locks. Peeking from beneath her medium length bangs, her honey-brown eyes were large and soul-piercing. She had inherited her lithe figure from Ava. Although slender at only 110 lbs. and 5 ft. 6 in. tall, she still had a very feminine, hourglass shape…a runway model body…not ‘skinny-as-a-rail’ like some of these current waifs seemed to be.

As I set her down from our embrace, I could see her pert nose wrinkle up. She stepped back and inspected my dirty hands and arms. “Go get washed up and come to dinner…It’s ready,” she insisted, pointing to the downstairs powder room. I headed to the bath by the front door as commanded and cleansed myself of my accumulated grime.

When I walked into the kitchen, I was greeted by the sight and smells of barbecued pork chops with green beans and a salad. I plopped down next to her into my normal chair at the dining table and began to dig into the delicious feast she had prepared for me. I love OPF…other people’s food…that’s what I call it when someone else does the cooking. I am a fairly good cook when I want to be, but usually don’t bother because it takes too much time and effort. I have other things I prefer to spend my time doing.

We chatted about small, mundane things as we ate…’How was her trip back?’…fine. ‘Where had the food come from?’…she had made a trip to the store after she arrived and found the extremely limited stock of edible stuff in my refrigerator. She had also purchased herself some wine and some beer for me which we drank while we ate, and afterwards while we cleaned up.

Even though it seemed outwardly like she was still my happy-go-lucky girl, I could tell she had a lot she wanted to talk about. There was a certain, unmistakable heaviness to her body posture as she moved. When I tried to broach the topic, she swore we would have a serious discussion after she took a bath and felt more relaxed. She stacked the last of the dishes in the dishwasher, announced she would be back shortly and headed upstairs to her room that was always there waiting for her visits home. I grabbed a fresh beer, headed into the family room, turned on the TV and slid into my corner of the sofa to watch the evening news.

It Mersin Escort seemed like a very short time later when I heard her coming down the stairs, then rummaging in the kitchen just before she called out to me, “Look daddy…jammers!”

I turned to see her posing at the top of the steps leading down into the recessed family room. For a brief moment, I could have sworn she was her mother’s ghost, the only noticeable difference would have been Eva’s brown eyes as compared to her mom’s light blue ones. She looked adorable, holding a wine bottle in one hand, a glass in the other and all dressed up in our traditional family night attire which consisted of a long-tailed, short-sleeved pajama top with a pair of boxer pajama bottoms.

She did a fancy twirl to show off her outfit…her hair forming a fan effect around her face as she spun. The memories came flooding back of the three of us in our identical outfits doing our family evening cuddles together watching a movie on TV. If only her mom could be here to see how our little girl had grown up. Ava had died from ovarian cancer after a bout with endometriosis when Eva was only 19. We both still missed her deeply.

“Where’s your jammers?” she complained playfully with a pout. “You’ve got to get yours on, too!”

“Okay…a shower and my jammers. I’ll be back, sweetie.” I rose from the sofa and headed up to my room. Entering the master bathroom, I stripped off my clothes, throwing them in the hamper. After adjusting the pressure and temperature, I stepped into the shower and began to remove the day’s filth. While I cleaned my body, my mind drifted back to when her mother and I had first met…

********

Ava

In 1983, it was a much simpler time. There were no cell phones or computers to instantly connect you to everything. Even though the world was still troubled and turbulent, there was a great optimism and hope for the future and life in general. I had just turned 21 and was barely beginning to figure out who I was or where I was headed…

I met and fell in love with Ava when I was in my junior year at college. It was lust and love at first sight. Standing 5 feet 7 inches tall, she was absolutely gorgeous with her slender, leggy frame and soft, full-bodied curves. She had the walk and attitude that could have made her a star if she had wanted it, but she seemed quite content to just pursue the engineering degree she had laid out as her career goal.

I used to love walking slightly behind her just so I could stare at the sexy rotation of her ass as she moved. You know the walk I’m talking about… that sashay where one foot lands directly in front of the other, magnifying that cock-raising wiggle as they walk.

‘Love to watch her Strut’-The old Bob Seger song line-would always play in my head while I ogled her. But then, I have always been…first and foremost…an ass man.

I could never figure out why she chose me. I mean…I’m sure she had left a trail of broken hearts from the very early days when boys first truly became aware of her. Somehow I must have been blessed to be the one…pure luck, I suppose…

The library was empty in my customary section. That’s why I chose to study there, so that I could have total concentration. I was parked at my usual table with my books all spread out in front of me, when she walked into my life. She was striking in her short, black-pleated skirt that exposed all but the most intimate parts of her body. Her upper torso was clad in a pale-blue, v-necked, tight tank top which displayed her proud, medium-sized breasts to perfection. Stopping about the middle of her back, her thick hair was pitch-black and straight, appearing to float behind her softly like a shadow as she walked. The first word that popped into my mind when I saw her was ‘hot!’

She strode confidently to an empty table just opposite me, pulled out a chair and slid in facing toward me. The lucky books that were pressed to her midsection thumped down as she dumped them in front of her and settled in.

I couldn’t help staring at her. I’m sure my mouth hung open like a love-struck puppy, then she stabbed my heart and cock with her laser-like, topaz-blue eyes. It was just a quick glance, but it sealed my fate forever. I couldn’t take my eyes off her face and those penetrating eyes peering out at me from under her dark bangs. She flashed a quick, soft smile before turning to the task of opening her books and setting herself up for her study session.

Suddenly realising I hadn’t taken a breath since she had first walked in, I inhaled deeply, feeling the much needed oxygen filling my lungs as I continued to stare at her. I saw her take a peek at me again from under her bangs and then return to her books. It was becoming clear that I could no longer do anything but ogle this woman who had just stolen my life from me. I looked at her legs under the table. They were slightly parted and from the tops of her tennies to the point where they disappeared Escort Mersin from my view underneath her skirt, they had to be the sexiest thing I had ever! seen on a woman. I peered intently into the shadows between her thighs hoping for a glimpse of her panties…or more, but could see nothing. Feeling a stirring in my loins, my mind began to fantasize about the sweet secrets that must be waiting there for me to discover. ‘What did her pussy lips look like?…What would her taste and scent be like?…What would it feel like if…’

“Stop it!” came her sharp whisper from across the room. I jumped slightly in my chair as my eyes shot up to her face…her eyes were hypnotic and boring holes into me. I’m sure I seemed like a blubbering idiot at this point as I stammered and searched for words to reply with.

“I…I…I’m sorry…but…what?” I could feel my face flush, and I felt a little woozy.

“Stop staring at me! I can’t study with you trying to look up my dress all afternoon!” She was half accusing and half teasing me with her complaint, a sexy smirk on her face. I felt my soul being sucked from my body.

“I apologize…I…I didn’t mean to…” I mumbled, my voice trailing off. I was truly embarrassed by now.

Then, she totally floored me. Turning slightly in her chair to face me, she spread her legs further apart while her hands lifted her skirt off her lap. She gave me a full shot of her silky upper thighs framing the pale-blue panties that covered her pussy. The panties were the same color as her eyes with a delicate, white-lace trim around the edges. What really caught my attention… and my lust…though, was the dark, rectangular, wet patch in the middle where her pussy lips were hidden. Either she was oblivious to her condition, or she knew exactly what she was showing me. I prayed it was the latter as my head began to spin with thoughts, my cock twitching and beginning to fill between my thighs.

“Take a goooodd look!…then…maybe I can get some studying done!”

I think my jaw hit my chest, and I’m sure drool was coming out of the corner of my mouth. I was such a fool at that moment. After a short pause, she dropped her skirt back onto her lap, closed her legs and shifted back into her original sitting position.

In my shock, it took me a few seconds to raise my eyes back up to her face. Watching my reaction intently, she stated in a stern tone, “That’s ALL you get! Now… let…me… study!”

Her gaze grew more intense until I could no longer look her squarely in the eyes. I turned my attention back to my books, attempting to continue my studies. After a few moments, I glanced at her again out of the corner of my eyes, noticing she had also returned to her books. I also thought I detected what seemed to be a soft, almost satisfied smile on her lips.

Honestly, I tried to study, but all hope was lost. There was no way I was going to get anything accomplished as long as she was there. The next half hour consisted of me staring blankly at my text for a few minutes, then trying to peek at her without getting caught. She seemed to be totally into her study session, going about it as if I wasn’t there. At every movement she made, I would peek out of the corner of my eyes. She crossed and recrossed her legs periodically, allowing me to catch an occasional flash of blue between her firm thighs. If it was even possible, I could have sworn her skirt was getting shorter. Transfixed by the silky smoothness of her thighs and the tautness of her calves, her legs were becoming a temple of worship to me.

She tucked her hair behind her ear…I stared at the soft curve of her neck. She wet her lips…I fantasized about how she would taste when I pushed my tongue between them. Her pencil moved to her mouth…I wondered if she liked to suck on other things…

The slam of a book closing snapped me back to reality. I watched as she began scribbling on her notebook. She ripped off a chunk of paper and started gathering up her books. Rising from her chair, she pulled her books into her arms and walked over to stand in front of me. I looked up into her face to see her sparkling eyes staring at me with a serious look on her face.

“I can tell I’m not going to get anything done with you around!” The piece of paper she had torn off seemed to magically appear, floating down and landing on my open textbook. “Here!” she exclaimed.

With the speed and sharpness of her pivot to leave, her skirt seemed to billow like a parachute, treating me to a flash of her panty-covered, perfectly-formed ass before she swiftly disappeared behind a bookshelf. I felt a strange feeling of loss inside my head, and a shame at my acting like such a fool as to cause her to leave.

“Wait!…What is?…” I was stammering again as my brain tried to re-engage. Rising from my chair to run after her, I suddenly recalled her note, stopping long enough to glance at the paper resting on my book. Hastily scrawled on it was the message of Mersin Bayan Escort my dreams…’Ava Walker, Baxter Hall, 555-2425′.

I gathered up my books and what little I had left of my sanity, heading back to my dorm for the afternoon. I tried to be cool and wait for what seemed like an appropriate amount of time… actually, that’s a line of bullshit…I was on the phone like a panting, rabid horndog within 2 hours, trying to get in contact with her. It was she that set the hook, and was not available for my first 3 calls. On my 4th attempt…about 5 hours after our initial meeting… the anonymous female on the other end of the line handed Ava the phone.

“Hello.” My heart gave a thump…she was real…she did exist. I did mention I was a raving fool, didn’t I?

“Hi. This is David…we met at the library this afternoon.” I was still trying to act casual, but between the swelling in my pants and the rapid pulsing of my heart in my chest, I was sure I wasn’t doing very well.

“Oh, yes…the pervert sitting across from me that wouldn’t let me study for my midterms.” I could swear I heard a smirk and a tease in her curt reply.

“Listen, I’m sorry about that, but you had quite an affect on me. I wasn’t exactly in control of my actions… I apologize.” My nerves were slowly coming under control.

“Apology accepted,” she replied. Her voice was like honey in my ear…almost a whisper and oozing a sexiness I had never experienced before. It was nearly as powerful as the heart stab of her eyes earlier. Feeling my cock grow fuller again, I shifted my stance to compensate.

“Can I make it up to you by taking you out to dinner?” I asked quickly, trying to cement a relationship before she could get away. There was a short pause while my heart seemed to stop until she spoke again.

“Okay…but…,” came another agonizing pause as my hopes remained in suspension, “it will have to be next week after my tests are done. Why don’t you give me a call Wednesday afternoon. We can talk about it then.” I felt a loud ka-chunk as my heart reactivated in my chest, and I took my first breath in a while.

“Great!” I knew she could hear the relief in my voice, but I didn’t care at this point. I was a fish that was wanting to be caught. “Good luck on the tests! I’ll call you then.”

“Thanks. Good luck with yours, too,” she replied. When the dial tone greeted me, I continued to listen to it for a bit before hanging the handset back on its cradle. My mind started to re-live the events of the library…the blue of her panties with her legs spread apart, exposing her wetness to me…the dazzling topaz-blue color of her eyes…the tightness of her ass cheeks cupped inside the fabric as her skirt floated up and showed me what heaven must look like. I could feel my cock rising past half mast as I walked back to my dorm room from the hallway phone.

Flopping onto my bed, I laid back on my pillow. All my senses were on fire. My cock was gorged full of pulsing blood and as hard as I had ever felt it. Grateful that my roommate was gone, I pulled my cock from the confines of my pants and began to stroke it with a need I hadn’t felt since I was a horny, teenaged boy just discovering the joys of masturbation with a never-ending hard on.

I imagined how she would smell and taste when my tongue would slip deep inside her and tease her clit from its hiding place…her thighs squeezing my head tightly between them as her body quivered beneath my assault. Next, I pictured her legs spread wide, and pulled up high with her knees tight against her softball-sized breasts. Her lustful eyes would be locked on mine as my cock began plunging between the softness of her inner lips and up into her liquid heat for the first time. Within a minute, I came mightily with visions in my head of what her climax would look like. I knew this wouldn’t be the last orgasm I would have before I could see her again.

Time seemed to stop. Wednesday seemed like an eternity away. Even with my own tests to study for and take, I still managed to beat my meat at least twice a day while visiting my ‘Temple of Her Thighs’ in my fantasies. Somehow, the big day finally managed to arrive.

I made it to 12:30 before I made my first attempt to get in touch with her. It was unsuccessful, of course. My second attempt about an half-hour later was rewarded by her voice on the other end.

“How did your tests go?” I inquired, not wanting to sound overly anxious.

“Pretty good, I think. I guess I’ll find out soon enough,” came her answer.

“So, when can I take you out to dinner?” So much for not sounding anxious. Apparently, I could not maintain any kind of control around this woman. My cock twitched in my pants just from the sound of her voice.

“So much for the small talk, I see,” she chided me with a soft giggle. “Let me check…Do I still want to go out to dinner with you? Huummm…,” the long pause that followed was agonizing. “I suppose I should give you a chance since you did let me get my studies done. And, you are kinda cute…in a weird sorta way,” she teased with another long pause before she went on. “Why don’t we meet at Sammy’s Spot tomorrow evening about 6. Would that work for you?”

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My name is Jenny and I am 18. I am 5 feet 2 inches, with a figure that makes heads turn. The only problem is my bust. I am an A cup and that has been something that gives me a certain amount of pain and rejection by most guys. My mom wanted me to go under the knife to augment my little beauties, but I didn’t want to. The only consolation was that my nipples were bigger than average being puffier than normal. To my surprise I never got to a point where I could dazzle a guy with those pink beauties. Finally I did dazzle someone with my pink nipples and that was the biggest surprise of my life.

My mom is hot for her age of 42 with awesome C cups. She is petite like me, but that’s where the resemblance ends. Her body is curvy and her tummy virtually flat with a slight bump right above her waist that makes her look sexy in figure hugging dresses. She loves to flaunt her assets and gets a load of stares every time she goes out. She divorced my dad when I was in my early teens. She spends a significant amount of time in the gym keeping her trim body in shape. My mom has a step sister. She is 27 and unmarried. She is top heavy with D cups and follows my mom in the tummy department. However, she is taller than mom and her dark hair is cut short giving her a Lois Lane like appearance. Every time she visited us, I would stare at her breasts and wish I had half of what she had.

One day, something really weird happened. For a few moments I could not figure out what was going on. I walked into my moms bedroom and found them hugging. I could not be sure since it was evening and the lights were out in her room. My aunt was in her bra and a skirt with her t-shirt lifted up to expose her breasts encased in a sheer white bra. My mom blushed but I vanished from the room faster than a speeding bullet. I dismissed the incident out of my mind and continued ogling Aunt Amy’s breasts.

It was a shock to me when I started dreaming about Aunt Amy’s breasts. In my dream I could see them so close and I was about to kiss them when I woke up with a start. It was with horror that I realized that I was slightly wet between my legs. What was shocking was that I had my hand between my legs and my hands were wet with my juices. I do love to masturbate and one of my favorite acts is to rub my pussy on a soft toy or a pillow. When I am in the shower I love to have the shower hose between my legs and rub against it. So this night I ended up rubbing against bunched up sheet thinking of Aunt Amy’s breasts. I came so hard rubbing my shaved pussy against the sheet. My nipples were hard and gave me an exquisite feeling when I rubbed them against the pillow. I must have fallen asleep soon after. I woke up in the morning to find that I was still straddling the bunched up sheet with my night shirt up around my neck hugging a pillow. To my horror I heard someone come into my room. I was still half asleep when I heard a sudden gasp and realized that my mom was in the room.

To maintain my dignity, I did the best thing under the circumstances. I pretended to be asleep. To my surprise, my mom didn’t leave. I felt her weight on the bed and tried my best not to flinch when I felt her come closer. Her hand started to caress my back. I felt the warm fabric of her dress against my side. I could feel her bra under the fabric and her hot breath against my ear. She kissed my cheek holding me. Her lips remained on my cheek for what seemed like ages. I felt her hand reaching under me caressing the side of my breasts.

Her touch was so soft and gentle that I had to stifle a sigh. My heart was beating fast and to my horror, I was getting wet again. Her other hand caressed my back moving lower towards my butt. I felt my mom’s breath come faster. I heard a rustling of fabric and after a few seconds I felt her breast against my side. It was warm and soft and the nipple was hard. I didn’t know what to do. Her lips were on my cheek, kissing me repeatedly and then I began to detect a slight movement and then heard a slight rhythmic wet sound.

I didn’t want to believe it, but here I was, on bed sticking a sexy pose and my mom was rubbing her breasts against my side while rubbing her pussy. I could hear her moan as she rubbed herself. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth licking my ear. I moaned a little still pretending to be asleep and without thinking I started to rock against the sheet again. My mom stopped for a while and then she started to şişli bayan escort rub again, satisfied that I was still asleep. I don’t know how I managed to stop shuddered as I felt her hand travel lower down my body. Her hands reached my pussy which was jutting out from between my legs in my position straddling the bunched up sheet. Her movements were tentative and slow. Her breath was coming faster and I could almost hear the thumping of her heart.

She started rubbing my slit while rubbing her own pussy and abruptly as it all started, she stopped. I didn’t realize until later that she had heard someone drive in through the gate. I heard the rustling of her dress as she hurriedly straightened her dress and walked out of my room. I breathed a sigh of relief and for a moment was annoyed with me for feeling that mom should have helped me finish. I also started to wonder what it was like to rub each other. With that thought my horny state went off like a light.

I got up angry with myself and started to wash up and get ready for breakfast. My mom was with Aunt Amy when I went downstairs for breakfast. My mom turned crimson when she saw me and avoided looking into my eyes.

I coolly went up to her and hugged her making sure she got an eyeful of my A cups. I then kissed Aunt Amy on her cheeks. She blushed as she got a glimpse of my breasts. For a moment I was bewildered to find how easily I fell into a slutty mode. I kissed her a second time and made sure my tongue caressed her cheek. She shuddered at the wet probe. Without letting them recover I sat opposite them making sure that they would get a glimpse of my pink panties under the mini skirt I was wearing. I coolly leafed through a magazine enjoying the distress I was creating. My mom was the first to break the ice.

“Did you sleep well sweetie?” she asked. I detected a slight tremor in her voice. Maybe she was not sure if I were awake or not.

“Uh huh,” I replied, sticking to the aloof teenager mode.

“I walked into your room this morning,” she continued.

“Oh, did you?” I managed to keep my composure, although feeling annoyed and somewhat delighted at the moistening of my pussy.

“Yeah, I tried wake you, but you were sleeping like a log.”

I could almost read the guilt in her voice.

“Didn’t feel a thing,” I shrugged and pointedly looked at her and then her breasts and then lower. Her face turned crimson.

I wanted to make her even more helpless. I walked over to her and looked at her face.

“Mom, can you massage my head a little?”

They were seated on a wide comfy couch with leg rests. My mom shuffled uneasily while I started to lie my head on her lap and my thighs conveniently across Aunt Amy’s lap. Aunt Amy smiled nervously as she tried to act natural and finally managed to lay her hands across my thighs inches away from my skirt which had by now ridden up to my panties. She tried hard not to look at my body but her instincts took over leaving her no choice but to run her eyes all over my body.

“Mom?” I prompted her to start massaging my head.

“Can you massage my feet Aunt Amy?” I asked, literally fluttering my eyelids at her. Aunt Amy reached towards her left and started to rub my feet with her breasts rubbing against my thighs. For a moment I was almost scared to think what would happen next.

My moms hands were shaking as she massaged my scalp. I could see her breasts just above my face. They started to move in concert with her rhythmic massage. My nipples stood up against my thin t-shirt and she didn’t need glasses to notice my hard nipples.

“Mom, can you get my magazine?”

The magazine was on the center table and was so close to her. She reached over my face and for a moment her breasts rested against my face. I relished its motherly warmth and sighed contentedly. She remained in the same position for a while longer than necessary and I didn’t mind.

I was sorry when she reached back depriving me of that soft warmth. Suddenly I had a brain wave. If I could get her to turn so that she would be parallel to my body, I would be able to entice her to move her breasts closer. So I did, exactly that. I asked her to turn toward Aunt Amy on the spacious couch so that she could give equal attention to both sides of my head. She complied without any complaints. She also spread her legs so that my head was quite close to her crotch with one foot on the şişli escort floor and the other on one side of my body. She was wearing a pair of shorts that showed off her legs.

“Mmm.. that feels so good ladies,” I murmured. My pussy was very wet and I was sure, Aunt Amy could smell it. She kept glancing at my panties from time to time. Her breasts rubbed against my thighs and I could feel the roughness of the bra under her t-shirt.

I got hold of one of mom’s hands and pushed it towards my tummy.

“Oh mom, please rub my tummy too,” I pleaded in the most seductive voice I could muster. Her hands shook as she rubbed my tummy. I lifted my t-shirt making sure it exposed the lower end of my breasts. Her hands started to rub my tummy and she had to reach over and inevitably her breasts rubbed against my cheeks, softly smothering me. I reached back with one hand and started to rub her back. She sighed as she felt my loving hand on her back. I reached back with my other hand and pulled her closer, rubbing her back.

I managed to position her so that one breast started to rub against my mouth. Her thin silky bra failed to hide her hard nipple. I felt her shudder as my mouth played with the thin fabric of her t-shirt and moved closer to her nipple. Without giving her time to react, I unhooked her bra. She tried to push back, but I held her tight. Finally, she relented, resting against my face. I reached under her t-shirt and pushed her bra up exposing her breasts. She pulled the t-shirt down but kept rubbing herself against my face. I started to wet her t-shirt with ample amounts of saliva. She moans as my tongue roamed over her silky skin over the t-shirt. Finally, I managed to locate her right nipple and started to tease it.

I noticed Aunt Amy watching us with her mouth wide open.

“I was awake when you rubbed your pussy in my room mom.”

“Oh Gosh, baby, I am so sorry,” she murmured trying to get away from me again.

“You made me so wet, mom,” I continued, for moment taking my mouth off her nipple.

“Oh sweetie,” she stopped not knowing what to do or say.

“Show my how you breast fed me as a baby mom,” I whispered.

She stiffened and remained like that for a few seconds, contemplating my request. She went into action and lifted her t-shirt and leaned towards me. She almost jumped as my mouth started sucking her nipple like a baby. She moaned as she felt the force of my sucking. Her hands automatically moved to my breasts rubbing them over the t-shirt. I reached down and pulled it up, exposing my little buds to her eager fingers. I felt my aunt moving up towards them too. Her hands were shaking as much as my moms as they started to caress them.

“Her nipples are so hot,” I heard her say to my mom.

“Can I kiss them sis?” she asked my mom.

I didn’t hear my moms reply but my Aunt got off the couch and straddled my thighs. I felt her pussy rub against my thighs as she leaned over started to lick my tummy and started moving up. I was so out of control by then. I felt my Aunt’s tongue lick around my nipple sucking on the puffy areola. She was gentle and slow. She continued exploring the area around my nipple while my mom rubbed my other nipple.

I kept sucking mom’s nipple hard taking as much of it as I could into my mouth. I switched over to the other nipple under her instructions. In the mean time, my Aunt was rubbing her pussy against my thigh as she sucked my nipple. She had managed to take her panties off and I could feel her shaved wet pussy on my thighs. Her mouth was loving and gentle and I liked my nipple sucked hard. She held it between her teeth as she sucked the whole breast into her mouth.

I scooted a little lower so that I could start to kiss mom. I have never kissed girl since 8th grade and it was weird to kiss upside down. But my mom turned out to be an awesome kisser. Her full lips started exploring mine and her tongue rushed into my mouth. We kept kissing hard while my Aunt kissed my breasts. I was getting hornier by the second as I felt my mom’s tongue in my mouth. I pushed her away for a moment and shocked her with the following words.

“Mom, can you remove your shorts and panties and sit on my face?”

“Oh gosh, sweetie, are you sure?” she asked and I nodded in response.

She lifted me off her lap and undressed. Then she nervously straddled my head and lowered herself on my mouth. I reached out mecidiyeköy escort with my tongue at her swollen lips. I started to lick the length of her opening. She settled into a rhythm, rocking against my face. I pushed my tongue right into her pussy feeling it opening up. I felt her reach back and rub her anus. I felt her slowly moving her body so that I could lick her ass. I have never licked even a boy’s ass or had anyone lick mine even though I have had a few naughty encounters with them. So I started to lick around her opening, moving towards the middle. She reached back and spread her ass open. I pushed my tongue in, tasting her. Her pussy was dripping wet and rubbing against my chin as I licked her ass.

Finally, I felt my Aunt move lower starting to removing my panties. I moaned into mom’s ass as she started rubbing my slit. I felt her spread my legs and start to lick. Her finger found my opening and I was amazed at her gentleness in pushing her finger into my tight pussy. I licked mom harder as I started to feel closer to my climax. Aunt Amy’s tongue and finger made it almost impossible to delay it.

Mom moved back to let me lick her pussy and I kept licking her clit making her jump every time my tongue came into contact with the little bud. Aunt Amy kept licking my pussy and bringing me closer and closer to my climax as I went nuts with my mom’s pussy. She moaned as I licked her faster and faster and suddenly she came hard against my face. I kept licking her and to my surprise she let me continue. A few minutes after my continuous licking she came again and again. I held onto her tight as she rocked against me. I could hear her little screams as I relentlessly assaulted her pussy. She finally pushed me away saying that her clit was too sensitive. Mom started kissing my mouth tasting her juices which were all over my face. We kissed hard and she pinched my nipples as I rolled my hips harder giving Aunt Amy a signal to move faster. Her tongue and fingers never missed a beat and met my thrusts. I moaned into mom’s mouth as I kissed her hard wanting more of her mouth in mine.

I realized that I would cum next and just as the thought hit me I was inundated with a wave of pleasure that I have never felt in my short sex life. She started to move away from my pussy but I pushed her back to it and she started to lick happily. I kept screaming and urging her to lick me harder as I moved my hips against her head. My mom gave me one of her tits as she bent over to suck my nipples increasing my pleasure. I wondered why I had not started this before instead of going behind boys. The guys I had been with never made me feel like this.

I rocked my hips against Aunt Amy and I felt a another wave of my climax approaching. I came yet again and this time Aunt Amy let my mom take over as she must have been exhausted. She started kissing me and pinching my nipples as my mom settled down on my clit. She licked the clit and I felt her pinky probe at my anus putting gentle pressure on the opening. The nerve endings in the area helped me have another orgasm. I can’t remember how many times I came, but they said that I came thrice in quick succession. I must have passed out after the last orgasm, because I started hearing moans and opened my eyes to see my Aunt on her hands and knees and my mom fucking her with a strap on. I was mesmerized by the sight of two hot ladies in action. I looked at mom and she pointed to another strap on the center table. I walked over to it, still suffering from the effects of the orgasms. I struggled to put it on, but managed it eventually.

“Sweetie, your Aunt would like both of us in her,” said my mom pausing a little to catch her breath.

I was shocked. I have seen double penetration on adult films but never had experienced it first hand. To me it seemed a painful scenario. However, my Aunt wanted us both. My mom lay down on the floor on her back with her strap on pointing up. My aunt lowered herself on the strap on pushing the well lubricated dildo into her ass. She lay on top of mom on her back, while they asked me to enter Aunt Amy’s pussy. I pushed my strap on slowly with some help from her into her pussy. I started to move slowly and then my pace increased. I kissed Aunt Amy as we moved faster and faster. She kept urging us both to move faster and before long she had a huge orgasm almost drawing blood from my shoulder. We came to a standstill and I pulled out my strap on from her pussy. She rolled over and we hugged for a very long time, kissing each other and caressing each other until our heart beat came closer to normal. Afterward, we had more fun in the shower soaping and washing each other.

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It’s been a while since I last posted. Appreciate the comments and feedback of the Babydoll series. Of course these are fictional accounts, any likenesses or similarities are purely coincidental. It takes a while to write these, because I want each to have meaning – I hope that they do. Please read the previous chapters, if you haven’t. This is a taboo topic, so I know that it is offensive to many people. The material is erotic to me because it is forbidden in society. In no way do I condone such activity. This is purely fantasy. Hope you enjoy the fantasy. Any feedback will be kindly appreciated.

Chapter 05 – Christmas

It had been hard being away from home. I had been away at college on the other side of the state for 4½ months and had not been able to get home that entire time. I had never been away from home for that long. It was hard being away from my family and of course the one I missed the most was my sister Ashley.

In many ways the semester seemed to last forever, but I concentrated a lot on my studies and that helped pass the time. I really wanted to do well since my grandfather was giving me a full ride. There were plenty of distractions and many times it was hard not to cave in to some of the wild events going on around me.

I didn’t live in a dorm. I lived in an apartment just off of campus. That helped a lot when it came to having peace and quiet. I was able study and get the rest that I needed to be successful. My roommate was pretty cool and never got too wild. I was able to make 4.0 that first semester and everything academically ran smooth.

There were really good-looking women everywhere at college, but none of them compared to Ashley. The way she had developed was amazing. She has all the curves in all the right places. The girl truly could be a Playboy Playmate.

She reminds me so much of Shannon Stewart. I can tell you that I have all of Shannon’s pictures on my hard drive. There was no Ashley, but Shannon’s pictures kept me plenty of company during that first semester. When I closed my eyes I could easily remember my days with Ashley. She was really the only woman I desired.

The day was December 23 and final exams were over, so I packed the car and got ready for the 300-mile trip across the state. I was on the road at noon and took my time getting home. It would be a 5 to 6 hour trip any way you cut it.

The entire trip my mind thought back to the past year and the closeness I had with Ashley. She was a part of my life that I truly needed. I had spoken with her several times over the fall. She always encouraged me about the fact that the time away wouldn’t be that long. She reminded me that we would see each other soon and that she missed me as much as I did her.

I encouraged her to date other guys. I didn’t broach the subject, but I hoped that she wouldn’t go too far with any of them. I wanted her to be faithful to me sexually. I had a very hard time thinking about thoughts of her being with another guy. She deserved to have her freedom and I wanted her to mature healthfully.

I knew that our relationship was totally taboo, but one cannot help whom they love. Thinking back to the sexual connection with Ashley only brought back excitement to my 20 year-old mind. We had slowly progressed from the time earlier this year when I had taken advantage of Ash to a time when she had given herself freely to me.

Now I was going back home to some apprehensive fear of the unknown. Did Ash truly have the same feelings that we had shared this past summer? Would she want to continue where we had left off or had she turned a corner where she wanted to be with someone in a more normal relationship.

After my birthday weekend, I had discovered that the feelings sex gave us should be something special. The anticipation seemed, at the time, to be as important as the actual event. I really did not know if this was true, but I did know that when we were together that we created fireworks and I didn’t want to spoil that.

I made no inappropriate advances towards Ash. I wanted her to want me as much as I wanted her. So we were tight, but not intimately close, until the time when I left town. I pretty much always wanted her since our first time together: but even the lonely, insatiable, lustful feelings I have for her could not cause me to overstep the inherent boundaries in our relationship.

As I drove further and further west, the sun descended slowly upon the horizon. I enjoyed the trip. The long shadows increased as the beautiful crisp winter sky released its amber hue. There is no feeling in the world like that of going home after you have been away for so long.

Taking my time, I stopped at a few stores in towns along the way to buy some Christmas gifts I even stopped at a lingerie store and bought some lingerie for Ash. It is so much easier buying intimate apparel outside of one’s hometown. You aren’t going to meet anyone you know and you don’t have to feel weird or inhibited about it.

These şişli bayan escort were really presents for me. My imagination roamed as I imagined her in the silky baby blue babydoll and matching g-string. Then I couldn’t pass on the sheer black panty and bra set. I had seen these on models, in some of the Playboys I had, and Ashley was certainly as beautiful as they were. I really hoped that I’d get to see her in these.

I had bought some really nice stuff for the others, but my mind was preoccupied with what Ashley really desired. I bought each of the women in the family jewelry. My Grandmother would receive new charms for her charm bracelet, my mother would get these beautiful amethyst earrings and necklace, Jan was going to get small sapphire earrings, and Ashley would get a beautiful long African Beaded Rope Necklace. Every item would match their distinct personalities.

After Dilly-Dallying at the stores along the way, I was ready to get home. I didn’t know who would be there, but I figured that someone would be. As I pulled into town I was comforted by the fact that it appeared that nothing had changed. The landmarks were still intact and all the places I frequented seemed to be the same.

I felt a rush of excitement, as I got closer to home. Although I had talked to everyone frequently, I had not seen any of my family in well over 3 months. I think that they wanted me to get adjusted to school on my own. There had been a couple of homesick phone calls, but the family consoled me by telling me to stick it out and reminded me that I’d be back home before I knew it.

It was a few minutes before 6pm when I pulled into my neighborhood. As I drove around the block, I could see that my home was still in order. The grass had faded to its winter color and there were no leaves on the trees, but you could tell that everything had been given adequate attention.

The dusky hue of the winter evening gave home a welcome glow. It was completely decorated outside with lights, bows, and wreaths. Mom always was one to fulfill all of the traditions of Christmas. A sense of excitement came over me as I pulled into the driveway.

There were no cars in the driveway, so I really couldn’t tell if anyone was at home. Parking my car, I left my belongings in it and headed for the door. As I went to unlock the door, my mother opened it and almost hysterically embraced me in a hug. When she pulled back she almost had tears in her eyes. “Oh Jimmy, I’ve missed you so much.”

I kissed her on the cheek and uttered, “Mom, you don’t know how good it feels to be back. I never knew how much I’d miss this place.”

Mom was looking great. She was wearing a blue knit wrap-around dress and her make-up looked wonderful. Her hair was style with a shoulder length curly perm and the dark auburn tresses seemed to shimmer in the dazzling Christmas lights of the foyer.

Since seeing her one night last summer, I have had a bit of Oedipal feelings towards my beautiful mom, but mom has always been reserved around me and I had never thought about pushing those boundaries. I always enjoyed being close to her, whenever possible. I love her so much and I most assuredly know that she loves me.

As we left the foyer, I couldn’t help ogle her hourglass figure as she sashayed to the kitchen. She looked nowhere near her 39 years. She looked even younger than she did when I left. I didn’t know what she had been doing, but whatever it was, was definitely working.

As we walked toward the kitchen, she inquired, “I’m getting dinner ready, where’s your stuff.”

Snapping me out of my captivation. I replied, “It’s out in the car. I just want to rest a few minutes, then I’ll bring it in. Are you the only one here? Where is everyone?”

Mom let me know, “Well, Jan and Ashley have gone shopping and Joe hasn’t gotten home from work. Dinner’ll be ready in about an hour. Your room is ready whenever you bring your stuff in. It’s all in the same place. I haven’t moved anything.”

I sat down at the kitchen table for a few minutes before going out and bringing all of my belongings in. It took a couple of trips to get everything since no one was around to help me lug it inside. I was only going to be home for a couple of weeks so I didn’t go crazy, but there were still clothes, valuables, and presents. I stowed everything in its proper place before lying down and taking a catnap before dinner.

I must have dozed off. I was awoken by a light knock on my bedroom door. As the door slowly opened Ashley appeared in my view. Slowly walking toward me she softly spoke, “Hey there sleepy head. It’s time for dinner. Mama wanted me to come get you.”

Me eyes feasted on the sight I had longed for, for months. She was wearing a red button-up cardigan sweater over a white t-shirt that fully accentuated her full bosom. For pants, she was wearing a pair of Levi’s that snuggly curved around her taut hips. Even though it was winter she still appeared to have a golden tan. She was a şişli escort definite hotty.

She smiled at me at first glance. Sitting down on the bed she leaned in giving me that knowing look, as she embraced me she gave me a peck on the cheek. She was definitely not a girl anymore. I could feel and sense the maturity that this woman I craved had developed.

“God, I’ve missed you so bad Ash.” I uttered as stroked the side of her face.

As she nodded, “We’ll have plenty of time to talk. Mom’s gonna be yelling up here if we don’t get down there for supper right now.”

We rarely ate in the dining room, but everyone was there. What a surprise it was to see the whole family there ready to eat steak with all of the various sides. Mom had really gone all out on this one.

It was a little crowded at the table with 8 people there, but it was so nice and cozy. I had never felt such a bonding before with my family. There seemed to be a jovial holiday spirit. We talked about school, the holidays, and life in general. There was a lot of catching up to do.

I tried to give everyone my up most attention, but with the sight and smell of Ashley wafting through the air, I was feeling mentally exhausted by the time dinner was through. My mother had everyone go to the family room as she brought us German Chocolate Cake and coffee. It was nearly 9pm when I looked at the clock. I excused myself to my room letting everyone know that I was exhausted.

As I lay on my bed, there was a light knock on my door. I was thinking that it might be Ashley again, but it was my mother. She came and sat down on the bed next to me. Feeling my forehead she asked, “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah Mom,” I replied, “It’s just been a long day and it was a long drive. I really enjoyed dinner. It was nice seeing everyone again.”

My mom leaned in. Brushing my hair back she lightly kissed me on the forehead lightly and let me know, “Jimmy, I’ve missed you so much. I’d do anything for you, I just wanted to let you know that.”

Oh My God!!! She was doing it again. I started having sensual feelings about her again. My senses were becoming filled with my mom. I never in a million years really thought that she was feeling the same, but she was getting me excited.

As she got up from the bed and slowly strolled across the room, I once again couldn’t take my eyes off of her form. Was it that dress or was it true? She definitely was looking tighter than when I had left home four months before.

I laid there in my aroused state thinking, not about Ashley, but thinking about my Mother. She was quite modest around us when it came to sex. In no way had she ever done anything that you could call provocative around us. But here I was all of a sudden thinking about her as a sexy woman. Yes she was looking sexy. Would I do her if I had the chance? You bet I would.

As I dozed off, I was thinking about Mom. I must have been asleep for an hour or so when I felt a presence in my room. As I slowly opened my eyes, I saw my Ashley standing before me. “Hello sleepy head,” she uttered lightly.

I smiled looking up, “Hello to you too, beautiful.”

She replied, “It’s good to have you home. I really missed you.”

(Jimmy) – “I missed you too. You probably don’t know how much I missed you. You are looking really good.”

Looking at me she moved in close sitting on the edge of the bed, “I know, I know. It’s been a long 4 months. So what was it like at school.”

I sat up and cross my legs, “Well I pretty much just studied. I took 5 classes and made an A in all of them.”

She looked at me seriously, “No girls. No parties.”

I sincerely responded, “Nope. I told you. You are the only one that I want. You are all I thought about. I wish that you could have been there with me.”

She retorted, “You’re serious. I’m sure that there are lots of good-looking women. You didn’t even go out with one. Did you talk to any girls?”

Maybe I am naïve, but I was stunned by her line of questioning, “So what about you?” I was nervous. Did I want to know the answer? “Have you been on any dates?”

She seemed to be a little nervous, “Yes, I’ve been out with a couple of guys.”

I had that nervous jealousy thing going on, “Really. Anything serious?”

She responded hesitantly, “No, not really.”

I was simmering a bit thinking about Ashley with some other dweeb, “May I ask you a personal question and will you be honest?”

She tentatively nodded to me in the affirmative.

I asked her, ” Did you kiss any of them?”

She nodded affirmatively.

I was pissed and didn’t know if I wanted to ask the next question, “Did you fuck any of them?’

A tear rolled down here flushed cheek, “No you bastard. No I didn’t FUCK any of them.!!! I’m not a whore. I made a vow with you.”

I retorted, “So you want me to believe that you were making out with these guys and you didn’t have sex with them. Yeah right!!!”

She turned red mecidiyeköy escort and venomously objected, “I didn’t question you. I believe you. I didn’t do anything you stupid bastard. I’ve always given you the benefit of the doubt. I kissed some guys good night after we went out. I have to go out sometimes. You want me to be a hermit?”

At that moment she got up and left the room. I felt so bad. I had let my moment of jealousy come between us. I knew that being away from her would be hard, and now that I had her near me, I had let my ego get in the way.

What was I going to do? I believed that I needed her more than she needed me. I was always the one that was the aggressor in the relationship. I didn’t like the idea of sharing her, but I had to trust that she wanted to be with me. I knew that I had made a huge mistake, all because of petty jealousy.

I decided to let sleeping dogs lie. I would do everything that I could to fix this in the morning. I wanted to apologize for what I had said and thought, but it was late and I wanted to give Ash some space. I turned out the lights, laid down in the bed, and went to sleep. I must have been pretty tired, because I didn’t awake until 10am.

It was the day before Christmas, but I wasn’t very happy. I had pissed off my honey. I know she is my sister, but I can’t help the connection that I feel with her. I was going to go apologize to her right then and get things back on track. I got up and went to Ashley’s room. She wasn’t there, so I went down to the kitchen to get some cereal. Mom was the only one in the kitchen. She seemed to have a puzzled look on her face, “Jim, what happened between you and Ashley last night? She seemed to be pretty upset about something this morning.”

“Ah, Mom,” I answered “I was hoping she would be down here so that I could apologize. We just had a disagreement. Where is she?”

“She left and went somewhere about an hour ago.” Mom scolded me, “You just got home and you’re arguing with your little sister. You know how much she missed you while you were gone. She talks about you all the time to everyone.”

This made me feel terrible. It was really hitting home just how badly I had acted. “I’ll fix it Mama, I promise,” I told her with the utmost sincerity.

Mom continued, “You better. I don’t want you two ruining Christmas.”

So I sat down and ate my cereal and started thinking. How could I make it up to her? What could I do as a gesture of kindness to get things back on track? Maybe if I bought her something really nice, something that was sentimental and personal, then she would come around.

I had no idea what that would be. I knew that it couldn’t be something totally over the top and something that others would question. I finished my breakfast, headed up stairs, took a shower, and got dressed. My mind was blank about what I would buy her. Getting into the car, I headed out to the mall. Women always love stuff that you buy at the mall.

Once I got to the mall, I decided to go into Dillard’s. The women in my family love that place. Something instinctively led me to the cosmetic area. After waiting patiently in line on the busy Christmas Eve, I talked to the lady at the counter.

I told her that I was looking for something in the $100 dollar range. I wanted something that would be sentimental and personal as a gift for an 18 year-old woman. She asked me to describe Ashley’s looks. I told her that she was Sandy Blonde, blue eyed, and had a medium complexion. She went over various combinations of items that would be in my price range.

I ended up buying this Estee Lauder kit that had lipsticks, eyeliner, blush, mascara; Foundation, etc. It came with the purchase of this wonderful smelling fragrance called Cashmere Mist. The lady said, “Your girlfriend is going to love this stuff. You’ll be getting some extra brownie points for this.”

She winked at me and packed my items in a nice gift bag. She even gave me some samples of colognes for Ash to try. I left the store and visited a few more shops before heading home. I was still a bit anxious, but I thought that this would definitely patch things up.

When I arrived back at the house it was close to 2pm, I saw that Ashley’s car was there. I snuck into the house quietly and headed upstairs with my purchases. After I had put the merchandise away, I headed downstairs to find Ash.

My mother asked where I had been. I told her that I needed to buy a few more gifts before the stores closed. I asked her where Ashley was.

“You going to go make up with her?” She asked sternly, “She’s down in the basement getting things ready for tonight. You need to start getting ready too. Your grandparents will be here at 6:00 sharp.”

I slowly entered the basement and proceeded down the steps. I saw Ashley was wrapping some packages. I looked at her and she at me. She had a solemn expression on her face and I felt like a sad puppy dog looking at her.

“I’m still mad at you,” she volunteered.

“I know and I am truly sorry,” I responded. “I was totally wrong. There is no justification for the way I acted. I don’t know why I did it. I don’t want to make any meaningless excuses. I just want to tell you that I am sorry.”

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I started going to the gym with her before we went swimming, Sheila was a very feminine woman for a lesbian, what is called a ‘lipstick lesbian’ I suppose, and encouraged me to dress for her in more feminine ways too. She didn’t like me to wear jeans or slacks other than when we went walking, or to the gym and swimming pool. That was about the only time she wore her track suit and ‘trainers’ too.

I particularly looked forward to our Friday evenings together, as I took a great deal of pleasure in pleasing her body, the body she said was mine to take care of. She also took pleasure in showing her appreciation for my attentions, giving me the most beautiful feelings too.

On the Saturday or Sunday mornings after taking our bath together I would groom her, I would give her a massage, brush her hair and do her nails. One Saturday when kneeling at her feet painting her toe nails, I looked up at her beautiful pussy. She was very hairy, not just the amount of hair but the length of it too. She often spoke of it being necessary to hold her sweetness, and when she was aroused it would glisten with her juices.

This particularly Saturday I commented on it telling her I’d never see one so beautiful, she opened her legs to give me a full view, she was never shy about that and suggested I should care for that too.

Once I finished painting her nails I leaned back on my heels and she told me to wait and went and returned with a tiny pair of scissors, a baby’s hairbrush and fine toothed comb and a little buzzing razor thing that trims it really close.

She spread her legs nice and wide as she pushed her ass closer to the edge of the chair to give me full access to her pussy.

There was no doubt she was finding this scene very sexy and erotic, as I began to clip and trim away her dark brown pubic hair. As I gently pressed and tugged at her labia clipping away to neaten up her mound, my excitement began to boil over. She looked at me in the eye and asked me if I was excited.

I nodded and she dipped her fingers into the tiny trail of juices starting to ooze from her moist labia’s and raised them to my mouth. I closed my eyes and tasted it and moaned in ecstasy before returning my attention to her pussy, opening her up for my pleasure.

I knew what she wanted and brought my face closer so I could taste her sweetness, her lips were rubbery and wet, her clit sticking out of its hood as I covered it with my mouth. My tongue slipped into the crevice with ease as I lapped at her pussy, I felt her close her legs to grip my head for a moment as she gushed in the throes of her orgasm.

Now gripping me by my hair she pulled me to my feet and leaning forward kissed my juice soaked lips, she licked my face tasting her own cum off me for a minute before pulling me onto her lap and holding me tight. I was dripping wet and she brought me to climax easily and quickly with her fingers.

Suddenly she stood up and led me to her bed where she lay down pulling me with her, and I instinctively leaned over and took one of her nipples into my mouth and felt her other breast with my hand. I loved making her quietly moan as I kissed her breasts, and sucked on her nipples. In a few minutes we had positioned ourselves into a 69, each enjoying the giving and receiving of oral pleasure. şişli bayan escort It was an astonishingly erotic experience.

That afternoon we were to go shopping together in her car that I liked as she had a late model that was much nicer than the old clunker I drove. We browsed the shops window shopping for the most part then later did some grocery shopping, then stopped in a Liquor store and picked up a couple of bottles of wine and some rum.

Closer to my home we stopped again and I rented a movie to watch after supper, and Sheila picked out a lesbian movie from the ‘Adult’ section. Of course the lady in the movie store knew me as I often stopped there to rent movies, and when she saw the titles looked at me and glanced at Sheila and I’m sure I saw a small grin as she turned her head to ring in the amount. I wished I could have crawled under a rock at the time, although there was something naughty about it.

The first thing I did once we were in my house was put the groceries away and mix us a rum and coke. Sheila had been there with me before so knew where things were, and was not a bit shy about it. She told me I had a nice place although it could use a coat of paint.

I checked my voice mail to find I had a message from my daughter telling me to call her. I called her right away and she asked me where I’d been, I told her I’d been shopping. “All day?” she said sounding disbelieving, “who are you seeing?” “No one” I told her “I just went shopping with a lady friend.”

Sheila didn’t help as she leaned over to blow in my ear, smiling as she did so knowing I was trying to be serious while I was talking to my daughter. Patricia was not to be fooled; she sensed there was something going on although I denied it as I tried to suppress a giggle. Before she hung up she told me she was coming for a visit the following weekend.

I made dinner and we had a nice meal washed down with the wine, Sheila was very complementary about my cooking skills and after we settled down in my living room to watch our movies. We were not to be going out anywhere so I was quite generous with the rum and cokes.

After the first movie, a love story she had me put on the porno and suggested we strip to enjoy it. By this time I was feeling pretty happy to oblige her. Stark naked I went and mixed fresh drinks then returned to enjoy the film. It was about a group of 5 housewives who would meet in the mornings for coffee at one of their houses, and one morning the subject of sex came up.

It was supposed to be a turn-on as they mimicked and joked about their husband’s performance in bed, and the women started kissing one another. It developed into real heavy sex as they got on the floor and undressed each other. One of the women wouldn’t participate and just sat there and watched the others making out. When they rested from their actions the woman called them names saying what they did was ‘disgusting.’

There was a supposed argument about it than the others grabbed the woman, stripped her then carried her struggling to the bedroom where they tied her to the bed and raped her. There were some awesome scenes as they all took turns sucking and biting her tits, and licking her pussy before one of the women produced a strap-on dildo and they took turns fucking her with it.

There şişli escort was lots of dirty talk as well as the screams from the women as they got carried away raping their victim, who’s cries of anguish turned to cries of pleasure by the time they were finished. They were all contented women, even the supposed victim. They agreed from that time on they would meet every morning for fun and games after coffee, and they would take turns being the victim.

After the movie we went to bed happy and horny, and the first thing she did was get me to lie on my back with my hands above my head. Holding me by my wrists she laid on top of me tits to tits, pussy to pussy and licked my face. Licked it all over and talked dirty to me, she told me I was her favourite cunt and how she loved to shag me, (her word for fuck) and started grinding her pussy against mine.

With her weight on me the only thing I could move was my legs as I opened them wide to accommodate her grinding me. Another thing, the beauty about doing it in my house was we could make all the noise we wanted, as I had no neighbours to worry about hearing us, not like when we did it in her apartment.

She held me tight talking dirty to me calling me names like I said and with my legs flailing in the air she soon had me squealing from the pleasure rippling through my body. Looking into her face her eyes were wide open, smiling at me as she kept thrusting her pussy against mine ’till we had a couple of powerful cums together.

Rolling off me she laid beside me breathing heavy, once she quieted she leaned over and gripped one of my tits and squeezed it really hard, kissed it and bit it, giving me love bites. I was surprised at how good it felt, then turning over she held me tight to her body in the two spoons position and we feel asleep.

The next morning in the bathtub we talked about how good it felt and I admitted to liking it, I had love bites on my one tit as a reminder of our night of love.

After we left to go join others for brunch in a restaurant and on the way and I dropped the movies off, I couldn’t help but wonder what the staff thought when they saw the titles particularly of the one lesbian flick. Like I said, it was my local store where I went quite often to rent movies.

Brunch was most enjoyable and by now I was beginning to get to know the other ladies there, they were always so friendly to me as well as Sheila. They were quite open about what they enjoyed in private with one another, most of them were married and it seemed their sex lives with their husbands was pretty flat, reduced to ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ once a week, and in some cases not even that.

After brunch Sheila and I were to spend the Sunday afternoon together, something that was becoming a habit as she also liked to get out and visit different places. This particular day she got talking to Martha and Joan, two of the ladies I’d met and invited them to join us in a leisurely drive along the river. They seemed pleased with the invite and agreed to join us.

Sheila drove as we were in her car and took her sweet time driving and after passing through a couple of villages stopped in the next town and parked near a park along the river bank. We got out and arm in arm strolled into the park where we sat on a bench and mecidiyeköy escort just enjoyed the view.

It was clear from their conversation that Sheila and Martha had known each other for years, Joan was like me, the quiet one who was just happy to get out of the house and away from her husband for a while. Her marriage was dead she said, she had met Martha on-line who, as it happened had been looking for a partner; they met and hit it off.

We compared notes on our marriages and I felt quite comfortable talking about it as it was now over for me, Joan was different as she felt trapped in a loveless marriage where her husband’s only interest seemed to be in sports and beer. She admitted she was thinking about getting out of it, but stayed for family reasons. She looked me directly in my eyes and said, “They don’t know about my relationship with Martha,” giving Martha a knowing smile.

It was late spring and although the weather was nice it was a bit cool after a time so we got back in the car and continued on. We spent about another hour driving and at the next town went into a Tea room where we had leisurely Tea and cookies. I was particularly pleased being able to talk to others about my situation, and how Sheila and I found each other.

We got back home around supper time and dropped the ladies off at their car that had been left at the restaurant. Before they parted thy commented on how they enjoyed themselves, saying we should all get together sometime again, to which Sheila and I agreed.

I admit to being a little excited at meeting other queers like us, Martha and Sheila had much in common as they were quire open about their feelings, whereas Joan and I were more reserved? We went to bed early after trying to watch television, but there wasn’t much on that interested us. Our lovemaking was slow and unhurried, I felt quite amorous and delighted to please my lover.

I slowly kissed my way down from her eyes, stopping at places of interest like her mouth for some deep tongue kisses then again at her throat then on to her tits. They were always so soft and beautiful, her nipples hard as I suckled them, first one then the other. Down over her tummy my hand exploring the contour of her hips and thighs, stopping for a little tonguing at her belly button.

Sighs were escaping quietly from her lips; I could smell her as she slowly opened her legs to accommodate my questing tongue. I was happy to pleasure her this way, I felt contented as I moved over her now trimmed pubic hair to taste the juices now evident on her pussy lips.

I changed positions now, moving round to place myself between her legs, lifting them as I did she bent her knees as I slid my arms around her thighs and placed my hands on her tummy and brought my face to her pussy. She was open and glistening from her juices as I tasted her, running my tongue around her labia’s before penetrating her with it.

Her moans of pleasure were louder now, her legs restless as she moved them trying to raise her hips to meet my penetrating tongue. I reached deep into her, sucking her clit making sucking noises. I felt her stiffen as she had an orgasm, and then continued on licking and sucking to bring her again and again.

Finally she closed her thighs on my head and reached down to pull me up to lie with her. Holding me tight she licked her cunt juices off my face as her hands began to roam over my body, continuing the rising pleasure surging through me to bring me to an amazing climax, the most beautiful end to a perfect day.

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This is from the “mysterious guy’s” perspective- a.k.a. Callum

*****

Last night I had a dream. I hadn’t dreamt in ages, not since me, sis, and mum had left London. It was about him, the guy who’d tried to talk to me back at what I believe was called “The Falls,” how ominous. I found myself wishing that the dream was real, which caused my flaccid ‘friend’ that lived in my pants to stiffen. I rubbed it through the fabric of my checkered boxers, remembering the dream.

The beautiful man got to his knees in front of me, cocking an eyebrow, as if asking my permission. That was silly, because he knew he controlled me. Anything he asked for I’d give him, and that look of pure lust in his eyes caused my throbbing dick to jerk up, standing at attention in all its 9 inch glory. He gasped, then chuckled, asking,

“Awww, does your widdle wee-wee wanna play?”

“You think that’s ‘widdle’?” I quipped back, agitated that my dick so clearly needed release and was being laughed at.

“Well, you’re just gonna have to wait.” He cackled, an amused smile playing at his lips. Mmmhhh, those thick, luscious, voluptuous lips, how I wanted to feel them wrapped around my hard member. But, instead, the beautiful man gave my cheek a quick kiss and stood up. Confused, I waited to see what he would do. Somehow, fast paced music turned on, just like that. I didn’t question it. He than began to strip tease, giving me şişli bayan escort quick glimpses of sturdy solid abs, and hard round pecs, before giving me the whole thing. He slapped his own ass twice, causing it to jiggle, before standing back up and grinding against me.

“Who owns you,” He asked, waiting for the response he knew was coming.

“Y-You do,” I replied. I wondered if he’d ever get around to- Suddenly there he was, back on his knees in front of me, thick lips hovering just above my shaft. But he didn’t stay for long. In one swift movement there he was, on the carpeted floor, under me (which was a very compromising position, might I add) licking and sucking my balls. His tongue teased my dick, flicking over the head before going back to my balls. I was in heaven. As he was doing that, his hands played with my nipples, getting them nice and hard. I felt his tongue pass over the slit on my dick, and saw as his head bobbed as he took in 7inches at once. He did a few quick sucks, before pulling back and blowing on my now saliva coated dick.

“Looks like someone doesn’t get enough head,” He grinned.

“Gwhh.” All I could do was grunt in response, silently agreeing with him.

“Let’s fix that then,” He winked and twisted my left nipple (which, coincidentally, happens to be my more sensitive one) causing me to moan longingly.

When he began to suck again, he moaned causing a vibration şişli escort that felt too good to be true. I whimpered from being held on the edge, looked down at him, and realized that he’d been looking at me this whole time, without me even noticing. This prompted a shiver to crawl its way up my spine. He sucked faster and harder, his hands playing with my balls, an air of intensity about his motions. Like it had to be done now or else. Just as I was about to reach the blissful depths of an organism, he pulled off, and the dream faded.

I grunted in agony, as a voice hovered up the stairs to pull me back into reality.

“Callum, breakfast is ready” my mum called.

“Yeah, hurry up before I eat all your bacon!” My sister Kailen addled in a mockingly sweet voice. I grunted once more, before slipping on a pair of checked sweats and slippers.

“Coming,” I called back, before tousling my hair half-heartedly in the bathroom mirror and jogging downstairs. The smell of fresh rabbit stew and bacon sticks infiltrated my nose as I made my way hastily into the kitchen.

“They always did say a fresh rabbit stew will get any young warlock up!” My mum joked as I gave her a peck on the cheek and sat down for the yummy meal that awaited me.

After breakfast had been finished, with me sneaking a piece of my breakfast to our grey striped Persian cat Kiwi, named after her Kiwi green eyes, and the dishes mecidiyeköy escort washed and put away, my mum gave me and my sis an address.

“This is your new Worshipped One, she will be training you for a trial run today, and if all goes well, hopefully until The Month of The Bewitched.” My eyes had decided to be grey today, and as they met my sisters, which I noted were light brown at the moment, we shared a sceptical gaze. This was to be our 3td trial with a Worshipped One, but my mum wanted only the best for her kin.

—————-The Afternoon of that Very Same Day—————-

“So, how’d you think it went?” My sis questioned.

“I definitely liked her the best out of all the trials so far, but, ugg…” I mimicked her harsh gaze when I or sis messed up and then made the gagging sign.

“She was pretty strict, and just plain pretty” Kailen and me both cackled at that.

“Ehh, you maybe got a chance, she seemed like the type to go for a pig like you, and not to mention pretty young.” I commented knowing my sister wouldn’t mind the poking fun. After walking a little whiles, we stopped outside a quaint little restaurant, advertising the best cocktails in the world.

“That’s the only type of cock you’ll ever get.” My sister felt the need to point out, getting back at me for the earlier remark.

“Hah, wanna bet?” I responded hoping tonight was my night to get lucky. To my great surprise, she responded, saying,

“Sure, 59 cluades says you don’t get shit,”

“You’re on!” I replied, opening the door and looking up at the name of the place we would be dining, Tortonhow’d, ehh, how bad could it be?

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After our run in the park, I didn’t hear from Ryan for almost two weeks.

We had walked out of the park together with Dick’s arm around my waist. He had tucked his hand into the back pocket of my opposite cheek. The pocket wasn’t meant to be functional, of course, the pants being as tight as they were. So Dick’s large hand was clearly outline as he pinched and fondled my ass while I giggled and leaned into him. I knew because he told me about it, asking me how I felt that others could see him doing this to me. I had blushed and said “Okay, I guess.” Secretly I was very pleased, proud that this teen stud was claiming me as his for the world to see.

He dropped me at my car and leaned up and into him on my tip toes to thank him for the run. We had kissed and when it broke I had asked whether I would see him at the gym in a couple days. He said that, respectful to my wishes, he would give me some space. He’d be in touch though. He gave my ass a slap and went off.

I was dumbfounded. In the whirlwind of that day I’d all but forgotten about my resolution to bring our relationship under control. I drove home and snuck in the house as the reality of the situation washed over me. I had hooked up with a teenage kid. A MALE teenage kid. And I had practically been dressed as a girl the whole time. All the while my beautiful and loving wife slept at home. Shit. What the fuck was I doing?

I knew I should be thankful that Ryan had taken my request seriously and was giving me space to short out our relationship. I knew I should take advantage of that time to connect with Carlie. Initially, as the days of radio silence from Ryan went by my mind was incredibly preoccupied with him. I kept flashing back to being between his legs, staring up at his hard body and glorious cock. In the showers I groped my ass with my own hands, imagining they were Ryan’s. However as the days progressed beyond a week, my obsession waned. I continued to go to the gym and being disappointed each time I didn’t see him there, but my raw feelings towards him dulled a little. I still thought about Ryan constantly – his strong body, handsome boyish face, deep blue eyes, long hard cock – but, trying as I was to accept the situation, it began to develop into more of a fond memory, rather than regret.

I felt I was making progress, so when I finally received a text from Ryan, I was relieved about what he was asking. He had a school dance coming up – the halloween dance. He said that, even though it was against school policies, he was going to drink. Aware of this reality, the school encouraged the students to arrange for parent or adult escorts to the dance, so that the surpervising adult could generally keep an eye on things and drive home, if necessary.

Ryan’s parents were out of town and so he wondered whether I would escort him and one or two of his friends. This seemed like a step in the right direction, even if I felt a tang of disappointment that this was the reason for his reaching out to me.

Ryan gave me his address, and told me to come over at 6 the following evening – a Friday. As usual, Carlie would be at work so I agreed.

—

The next night came around and I drove through the expensive neighborhood and arrived at a large gate, as if the entrance to a museum. I saw a buzzer and tried it. “Hello?” a familiar voice asked. “Ryan it’s me! Jerry.”

“Hey babe, come on in. I’m just about to hop in the shower but someone will let you in.”

With that the doors swung open slowly and I slowly drove in. I drove down a winding road through trees and coming to a clearing where finally I spotted Ryan’s house, or should I say mansion. This place was huge! I had suspected Ryan was wealthy but this was another level.

As I pulled up to the house I spotted a young woman with brown hair who appeared to be waiting at the front door. I parked the call and walked over. “You waiting for me?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes slightly and, impatiently, said “follow me.” She turned on her heel and began walking into the house. I picked up my pace to keep up with her, staring at the large house all around me. You could fit dozens of my small apartment into this place, I thought.

I looked ahead again and realized I was falling behind. I focused again on the girl and tried to catch up. I noticed she had a really great body. Thin and lithe, she stepped in long graceful strides. I felt clumsy trying to keep up. I wore a suit for the occasion, which seemed to further limit my mobility, as it was getting tight around my ass.

We finally arrived at a door to a room. I collected myself, thinking I would be seeing Ryan again after around a week and a half. Even though I knew I was there only to provide a simple favor, I was nevertheless excited to see him.

But when the girl opened the door, we stepped into what was clearly a girl’s bedroom. The walls were light purple and the four poster bed had curtains and lace hanging down from the top.

I stepped in after the girl, confused. Mersin Eskort

“Ryan says you need to get dressed into your costume.” she said, her voice had a slight edge to it.

“My…costume?” I asked. “I didn’t bring a costume.”

“There’s a costume here for you.” She responded, simply. She pointed to the bed. I walked over and saw on the bed a rather small thin dress with wide horizontal stripes alternating in color between yellow and black. Next to the dress was a pair of long stockings and white wings with gold trim that appeared to loop around your arms.

“You’re kidding, I assume.” I said.

“Ryan said you need to wear this, given that you’re taking him to a halloween dance.” She replied.

“I’m going as a supervising adult, I don’t need a costume.” I replied.

“Listen.” She said, impatient. “I’m sure Ryan is aware of all these things, so lets get going there’s a bunch of work to do here.” Her gaze traveled up and down my body as she said these last words.

Now that I got a good look at her I gauged her age at low-mid twenties. She had piercing green eyes and her body was as impressive from the front as it had been from the back.

“Um…okay, I guess.” I said. Unsure of what I was agreeing to.

The girl sat me down and brought over what looked like a foot stool. Shockingly, she proceeded to take off my socks and began to work at my toes with clippers and a nail file.

“What are you doing!?” I asked.

“Do you really need to ask? Obviously I’m giving you a pedicure. The manicure is next.”

I stared, confused about what was happening. The girl was efficient though and had finished up my feet, including a layer of light pink nail polish, and moved onto my hands in only 10 minutes. She made fast progress there too and this time applied a soft yellow, very subtle. I had to admit my hands and feet looked and felt great after this.

Next she brought over a make up kit and pulled set a seat in front of me so that she face me.

“Whoa. The makeup’s not really necessary, right? It’s just a costume.” I said.

“You already got the mani/pedi and now you’re saying the makeup is a step too far?” She asked. It was a fair point. “Besides, costume will look dumb without it.”

She began applying makeup, concentrating hard on my face as I stared back at her. It was a weird feeling. I had never worn makeup before. I became increasingly squeamish when she applied eyeliner, but managed to make it through without twitching so that she stabbed me in the eye.

Finally, she fastened hair extensions to my head. They integrated with my medium-length hair well and fell to my shoulders. I didn’t object, it seemed like less of an issue than the makeup.

But then she told me to strip. I began taking off my clothes but left my boxers on. “Down to your birthday suit.” She said.

“What? No fucking way.”

“How do you think this dress will look over your boxers? They’ll just be poking out the bottom. It’ll look ridiculous. Do you want to embarrass Ryan?”

She was right of course. “Put these on” she said, holding out a small piece of black fabric. “These are control briefs. They’re small enough that they won’t poke out anywhere but big enough to be…supportive.” She said this last piece with a half grin and I blushed, taking them from her.

I turned away and pulled down my boxers, embarrassed. As I pulled on the panties though I had to admit, they felt wonderful. Soft and smooth against my skin, they cupped my ass comfortably and gently.

“And here’s the bra” I hear the girl say. I spun around and saw she held a bra that appeared to have the tits built in. I was going to have to put on fake boobs? I thought.

“Is that really necessary?” I asked.

“The costume won’t even fit you without it.” She answered.

With trepidation, I reached out and took the bra from her. It was heavy. I pulled it around myself but wasn’t sure how to tighten it. Only two thin clear strip ran across the back, linking the sides of the bra together. The girl helped, pulling it tight from behind somehow and fastening it. As she did so the boobs contoured to my body and all the sudden I was looking down at my very own tits.

I couldn’t help but grinning. It was just so ridiculous. I guessed that was the point of the outfit, great for providing a good laugh.

“Alright,” the girl said, “put it all on.” At this point the girl had been working on me for over an hour so it was a relief to finally be past it. I pulled on the dress and it immediately contoured to my body, squeezing against my fake boobs, tight in at my waist, and wide again at the hips.

The girl glanced at me up and down. “Oh, lipstick.” She went to her purse and grabbed a tube of lipstick, applying it to my lips. “Press your lips together.” I did so.

“Okay, come look.” She beckoned me over to a mirror leaning against a wall and I walked over, extremely curious.

My mouth fell open. I stood in front of the mirror, amazed. I barely Mersin Escort Bayan recognized myself. I stared at the wonders this grumpy girl had preformed. My lips were full and pouty. Somehow they even looked moist, though they weren’t overloaded with lipstick or anything. My eyes were dark and…brooding Somehow, my eyelashes long. Even my cheekbones and chin seemed accentuated. My hair was lengthened with auburn extensions and fell wavy down to the top of my chest.

My chest – it stuck out gloriously. I felt the weight pulling me down in front and stood up taller, resisting. The yellow and black striped dress stuck to every curve and seemed to support and press together my voluptuous breasts, pushing out even more now with my upright posture. The dress was high-necked (as it had to be given that the cleavage would be fake) but low-backed. Apparently, I had a distinct hourglass figure now.

As I turned around to look from the back I sucked in a breath. I had always hated my shoulders, which were thin and bony. I now realized this was a perfect trait for a girl, making me look dainty and sexy. Tracing downwards I also realized I had developed a thin, toned, feminine back. To thin lines of muscle ran up either side of my spine, which itself was just slightly visible. The hair-removal cream I’d been using (once a week) also provided nutrients that had my skin looking the best it had ever had.

My pale, thin back sloped into the lovely round curves of my ass. Damn. My ass had continued to grow and develop under Ryan’s close tutelage. The dress hugged it hard, outlining each cheek in a sumptuous fashion. The hem ended just below my butt and unless I repeatedly pulled the dress down, the folds where my ass cheeks met my legs would keep peeking out. As the girl had predicted, the panties weren’t visible.

My legs too looks surprisingly good. It was another trait of my body I had never liked – no one wanted long legs on a guy. But in this costume they were long and shapely. The thin pale stockings reached high and ended just below the dress. Though sheer and pale most of the way up, the top of the stockings were lacy and sexy.

“Now put these on.” The girl held out a pair of dainty but high wedges. I sat down obediently and as I slipped them on I appreciated the necessity of the pedicure. My feet looked soft and dainty, encased now in these beautiful and sexy shoes.

I stood up, unsure of myself. But the shoes felt surprisingly comfortable. And they weren’t as high as I’d first thought, only 2-3 inches off the ground. As I walked around experimentally, I realized they felt quite natural. I looked at myself in the mirror again and saw that the shoes accentuated my legs and pushed up my butt further. I raised my eyebrows, appreciatively.

“Okay, lets go.” The girl said.

“Huh?, where?” I asked

“To show Ryan.” She answered shortly.

“Umm…do You think he’ll like it?” I asked nervously. Why did I ask that? Who cares? It was a costume. I should really change into something else more appropriate. “Actually, are there any other costumes I could wear?”

“Just follow me.” The girl answered impatiently. Ignoring my questions.

I hesitated only a moment more, then followed. I couldn’t shake the growing thought: God I hope he likes it.

—

Ryan was sitting in his desk chair facing his computer when I stepped into his room. He swiveled around to face me. His hair was wet and a towel hung around his neck, covering most of his body. He wore loose fitting grey sweatpants. His arms were on full display to his shoulders though, bulging with muscle and glistening with water from his shower. My eyes focused in on him intently and my heart hammered against my chest. After almost two weeks the rush of excitement at seeing him hit me all at once. “Hi Ryan.” I said softly, and in a higher pitch than normal. It just seemed to make more sense to use that voice when dressed up like this, for the sake of the costume of course.

He saw me and looked me up and down slowly. I waited, embarrassed.

He gave a small smirk. “God damn, babe. Looking fucking good. Come here let me see you.”

I tried to keep my composure (though I had a difficult time suppressing the incredible pleasure that came with Ryan’s words).

“Ryan,” I said, a small shake in my voice, “I don’t know. Why do you want me to dress like this?”

I glanced over at the girl who had worked so hard, if unhappily, on my outfit and makeup. She had one eyebrow cocked, curious to see where this went.

“It’s a halloween dance, babe. You have to dress up!”

“But I’m just the supervising adult escort for you and a friend, right? Why do I need a costume?”

“A lot of the adults wear costumes too.”

Though I wanted to accept this, my discomfort with this costume forced me to persist. “But why a costume like this?”

“My slutty older sister here didn’t have anything else you could wear. Plus I thought you’d look good in it.”

Under other Mersin Escort circumstances I may have asked why he only considered his sister’s costumes, but I was immediately distracted. His sister? I glanced over at the brunette and saw she was staring daggers back at Ryan.

“Fuck you” she said.

“Not right now, I don’t think. But soon enough, slut.” I was surprised by the aggressiveness of Ryan’s response. I’d never seen him like this.

Still looking at Ryan’s sister, I saw she colored and lost her composure a bit, but she continued to look at Ryan, disgruntled. Something else, though, as well. Hopeful?

“I don’t know why I agreed to do this for you, ass hole.”

“Oh I we both know why, Kasi, don’t we?”

So her name was Kasi. I thought I should extricate myself from this fight between family members. “Ryan, I’m gonna…”

Ryan interrupted. “Jesus girls, calm down won’t you?” Ryan stood up and took off his towel. My eyes immediately scanned him up and down, taking in his rock hard body, impossibly large and defined for a teenager. My mouth went dry and any further words died in my mouth. Somehow in the time I hadn’t seen him I’d forgotten just how impressive his body was. I noticed his sister, Kasi apparently, had also clammed up. I glanced over and saw that her gaze too was locked onto her younger brother’s body. Her face had gone slack, all traces of anger gone.`

He walked over to me so that he stood right in front of me. I looked up his chest, paused at his lips, then into his intense blue eyes. “Now, lets see you.” his hand reached past my face as he felt the luscious brown hair that his sister had secured. His fingers rand through the hair on top of my head then ran down to the side, sliding through the soft waves. “Very nice, Jerry.” I blushed. Though I thought-Jerry? He never called me that.

As if thinking the same thing, he said, still stroking my hair “Jerry isn’t really right when you’re like this, right? What should we call you? Hmmm…Janelle. That’s sexy right?”

I instantly liked the name, if only because Ryan had said it was sexy. Instead, though, I said “I don’t know, Ryan. This is just a costume. My name is…”

“Shhhh” he brought an index finger to my lips, silencing me. “You’ll get used to it, Janelle.” Ryan ran his finger along my lips slowly. I closed my eyes and was just opening my mouth when he removed his hand. Was I about to suck his finger? I asked myself.

His hands came to rest on my hips. He ran his hands up my sides, feeling with his firm hands my new, hard-earned curves and sending shivers through my body. As his hands reached the sides of the fake tits, he brought them forward and rested them on top. He smirked, his eyes again glancing at mine as he gave them a firm squeeze. I let out a slight sound, my breath catching as I suppressed a moan.

The bra was designed in such a way that the pressure applied apparently traveled through the fake boobs almost unimpeded so that I felt it directly on my own chest. Seeing him squeeze the breasts and feeling his touch at the same time was an effective mind trick. Even knowing what I knew, the sensation was that these large tits were really my own.

“These are fucking perfect.” Ryan said, kneading and pinching. I stared down at Ryan’s large hands squeezing my large perky breasts, then looked up again at Ryan’s handsome face. I was illogically pleased with his reaction to my large tits. My eyes fluttered closed and open again.

One of his hands left my chest and I he turned me by the arm so that I faced his sister. She was staring at us intently, her eyebrows arched almost pleadingly – high on the inside low on the outside. She was biting her bottom lip with her chin slightly raised.

I felt Ryan’s strong hand trace down my bare back and I automatically arched my back in surprise. I didn’t move, though. Ryan’s other hand was still on my left breast.

His hand continued its path down my back and came to the top of my ass, now pressed out with my back arched. He slowly ran it over my ass, cupping from the bottom and squeezing.

My eyes closed and I couldn’t help but moan audibly now. “UUuuuhhhh”

Mine wasn’t the only moan though. I opened my eyes and realized that Kasi had moaned at that moment as well. She was clasping her hands tightly to one another, her knees pressed together, like she was trying to fight something.

I felt Ryan’s hands pause. Then I hear a low chuckle.

“Kasi? What’s wrong?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

Apparently Kasi did too and she momentarily stood up taller, bringing her hands down to her side, looking over my shoulder at Ryan defiantly.

“Ass hole.” She said.

Ryan ignored her. “What I’d like you to do, big sister, is to look at how I touch Janelle’s sexy body here, and imagine I’m touching you this way. Just like you wished I would.”

Her eyes arched, surprised. Then they lowered again. “Go fuck yourself.”

Again Ryan ignored her. Gently, he repositioned me so that he stood directly behind me. I felt his huge hard body press up against me. I faced Kasi directly now, about 10 feet away now. I felt Ryan’s giant cock pressing into me, starting at the top of my ass and hang down past the bottom.

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So I should have knocked. But you know something? I am glad I didn’t! Why? Read on and you will find out …

My Taxi driver friend called John shares keys to our bachelor pads and have an arrangement – that we could use each others flat for our private pursuits any time – when either one of us was out, the arrangement being that if either if us were in we’d twist the clock on the hall stand back to front. That was the idea anyway, just so we would not intervene into each others private affairs whatever they may be.

I had arranged for Delice to call me, to arrange a rendezvous later, she was some real sexy totty and I was hungry for her. We could share a wonderful love-in at John’s place.

I went in to check the bedroom, to make sure everything was ready.

.

Surprise, surprise, John hadn’t turned the clock around. There he was, he in his birthday suit enjoying a very rapturous oral job from this guy, crouched on the floor , knees spread, whom I knew not, not as though I could see his face anyway as it was smothered with John’s ample tactile.

And as the guy was unaware of my presence I took it that he was really incensed in what he was doing., although what I did see of him, a certain ring on his finger, I did wonder if it was the guy I’d had the week before, who was a real delight – like the way he came up unbeknown behind me at the Gayman’s club, slipped his hand into my right trouser pocket and gave my credentials a real good time – and not only that, because his other hand came around the other side of my hips and smartly took hold of my rising tide, squeezing my shaft with zest as the hand in my pocket manoeuvred its way underneath my balls. I was immediately sent into a world of magical mystery delight when he motioned me to twist around, his big hands undoing the buckle of my belt pretty smartly to bear all – by which time I was well and truly at large in the full sense Ankara escort of the word and was immediately in raptures as he took my rising north peninsula into the crevice of his very busy mouth, his tongue doing wonders with my end, and soon he was full of the cream I had spurted into his beautifully presented ass, his enty manipulating my thrusting inside like it didn’t want to let the full shaft go, like he gasped and plead with me to stop awhile, to nurture the moment, and then to start again with full vigour. His fuck pretty fantastic and I was pretty sure this guy sucking my mate for all he was worth, was one of the same…

John, although he was in a stupor, saw me come in, he looked very flushed but motioned me to take a seat. Seeing him there being feasted on like that was a scene to behold, like a work of moving art, the sensual way this guy was sucking John’s very enlarged cock.

Then John did manage to put some words together, he was obviously taken by the young lads motions on his down unders.

“Sorry about the clock Pete”

“S’no problem,” I replied.

“Stay if you wish.”, Pete.

“Well I was planning to see Delice but better cancel now you are here.”

“It is up to you, Pete – you may like to try Jamie here, he is fantastic and I am sure he’d do you a turn for a note.”

(Jamie Huh – it was the same guy, I knew it – but I would not let on to John)

“How much?” I asked.

“Fifty, and that’s real good value, I have already fucked it twice.”

(And I had him for nothing!)

“When I can have Delice for fuck all, are you kidding, John!.”

“Your decision but you could be missing something really good!”

“I can see what you mean, John -boy! But unlike you and being bi-sexual I can enjoy both worlds.”

But it is true I was getting a hard -on just watching. Well I had already been masturbating earlier imagining Delice with her Ankara escort bayan thighs wrapped around me. So I was being drawn in by this guy Jamie’s superb oral activity on my taxi driver friend. Remembering quite well the rapturous feelings he gave me. It was quite an experience watching him lick and suck John without reservation or inhibition, like he was really enjoying and not just doing it for the money.

John was really away, his moans becoming more distinct as Jamie’s attention became more comprehensive, his hands fondling balls, his tongue licking and running up the length of Johns heavy cock.

By now I had a stiff hard- on and let my fingers wonder into my trouser pocket and down to my vitals, it was nice to rub and squeeze there as I watched my mate thoroughly enjoying himself deep inside Jamie’s mouth..

It wasn’t long before John grunted and said he wanted his ass again, and soon he was fucking it like a steam hammer, soon cuming with a huge surge which made me feel so randy.

“Now that was good” he spluttered afterwards, Jamie still bent over the bed rail, looking very inviting, he had a great arse and I was feeling horny and thinking I wouldn’t mind.

As if reading my mind, although I expect that wasn’t difficult – my expression must have been saying all John said I was welcome to it, “and don’t worry about the cash, I will treat you, pals tight then perhaps you can repay me with some time with Delice?”

Going through my mind was ‘would Delice go for that ‘ but it was not the time to argue, John asked Jamie if he was game and he said he would love to have my fuck, I really don’t think he recognised me or rather, I guess he was more preoccupied with the size of my cock – almost as if John’s cock hadn’t been enough for him. I groped the lads arse and felt the urge come on as stripped and guided my growing cock into that gaping hole, familiar territory to be sure Escort Ankara since I had only been there just a week before! It still wide open after John’s fuck.

It was still a bit unusual because I still hadn’t seen Jamie’s face, but now I knew it was definitely the guy I’d had before because of a tell tale sword tattoo on his tight heaving cheek. but his arse was inviting enough and as I plunged my throbbing cock into him, I immediately felt the grip inside, like he was using his rectal muscles releasing the ache I had just before, He moved his arse delightfully as I noticed John move to the side of the bed, just in a position where Jamie could suck cock, his cock as I fucked arse. I knew what was on his mind and as far as Jamie was concerned he was happy to serve us both together.

What a combination, to feel the fuck of a guy who was also mouth fucking my mate at the same time.

This was certainly good value and this young lad made every moment count, at my request we changed sides, John fucking arse and me feeling the magic of Jamie’s mouth suck and lick me, my cock, p-hole and balls, he simply was a natural and obviously enjoyed every minute, just like before. I pushed forward and smothered him with my all, his hand grasping my hard cock, stretching it backwards as we all found a delightful fucking rhythm, when we were all moving in harmony, it seemed like Jamie was going to swallow me and looking at my mate I could see he was deep shafting the hole I had just shafted and with great resolve!

What a great afternoon that turned out to be, that day I was to have the best of both worlds when later I was fucking Delice, if only she had known what I was doing a few hours earlier.

When I left John and Jamie, laying exhausted on the bed, I still didn’t think Jamie had recognised me, but my cock was still throbbing with that certain satisfaction you get after a real deep quality fuck

Selfish or what no way was I going to share sweet Delice with John, I’d pay him and leave it at that.

And enjoying Delice was different yet equally enticing and gratifying.

But that story my friends is for next time….

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“So, what do we do now?”

Gordon and I were both a bit out of breath. It was almost dark and we’d been trotting around the large industrial estate for some time. Gordon had been trying to get his bearings with limited success and with the excuse he’d always been driven into the movie warehouses in Lakeland before and had never paid all that much attention to where he was being taken. He obviously didn’t know the way to the warehouse as well as he thought—or had claimed—although he’d gotten us to the right section of the industrial compound. I knew Sylvia Browne and the other cops wouldn’t have an easy time to find it either, unless she had the presence of mind to wake up someone with a plat of what companies had which warehouses back here.

Gordon assured me he’d recognize the studio’s portion of the lot—that there even would be a “Lion Productions” sign on the closest warehouse to the parking strip. That was one of Theo’s nondescript company names. He hadn’t wanted a bunch of people showing interest in the movies he was making out of here, Gordon said.

And then we’d found it. Not just the Lion Production logo but, sitting under it, Theo’s Bentley. I’d last seen that on the dock at Mallory Square when I’d been boated out to the Final Curtain II.

“Don’t know what you want to do, but I’m going in,” I said. It had always been my intention to get to Theo before the police did. With that end in mind, we’d gone to the Key West airport and chartered a plane and pilot and I’d only called Sylvia Browne when we were ready for takeoff.

“On the trail of your Meltzer killers, Sylvia,” I’d said as soon as she answered.

“Hold it,” She responded—as I knew she would. “Stay right there; I’m coming over. I assume you’re at the motel.”

“No, actually, we’ve already taken off,” I answered. “Headed there—to Lakeland—in a chartered plane.” We hadn’t taken off yet, but it was convenient that Browne think I was too far gone for her to call back.

“OK. When you get to the Lakeland airport, stay put,” she said. She obviously hadn’t liked it that I was moving out on my own, but there wasn’t much she could do about it at this point. “What do you know about the killers?”

“It was Sam, Clara Rose’s brother—tricked out to look female. That’s who did Meltzer. And a guy named Jake Holt helped. Ankara escort Part of the film crew. The guy I thought was named Derek Dominick. I think he has a record; you can track that down. They’re still out there and on the run, and I figure they’ve gone to Lakeland; probably taken the drug haul there. Theo Kline’s movie productions has a lot in a Lakeland industrial park. The plane Eddie Lund was piloting crashed between here and there.”

“How will you know where to go once you get to Lakeland?” Sylvia pressed.

“I’ve got Gordon Fields with me. He’s been there and will give you directions when we get to the airport.”

“OK. Great work. Thanks, Clint. But you stay at the airport when you get there,” Sylvia had demanded. “This is out of your jurisdiction, and these guys are desperate, if they’re there. That plane didn’t fall out of the sky on its own. They discovered it was taken down by explosives. Somebody in this is beginning to cut his losses and narrow down those getting a cut. Don’t want you to be one of the losses.”

I had held my breath until she signed off. I was counting on her not knowing there were two airports in Lakeland. She’d assume we were landing at the Lakeland Linder Regional Airport southwest of there, when we were actually flying into the smaller South Lakeland Airport nearly five more miles further south. I wanted to get a lead on the local cops Sylvia would be calling in for help. I didn’t think she’d bother to check our flight plan, so I could make it all seem like a simple misunderstanding of where we were to connect—and I’d be covered by the paper having us cleared for the smaller airport.

If Theo was in Lakeland, I had to get to him before the cops did. I had no idea where he fit into all this, but I had to have time to pin him down on that and to get him any possible edge and help I could within the spirit of the law. If he was dirty, so be it; but if he’d been a dupe, he’d need someone on his side. That would be me and Gordon. We needed to get to him first.

The sight of Theo’s Bentley parked in the gloom, so out of place in a scruffy warehouse district, had gripped me so hard that my first impulse was to start running toward the movie lot.

“We can’t just barge in, can we?” Gordon asked. “I mean shouldn’t we wait for the police? Shouldn’t Ankara escort bayan there have been police waiting for us at the airport?”

“Beats me, Gordon,” I responded. I, of course, hadn’t told him of my passive misdirection. “Here, I’ll call them now.” And I proceeded to do so, fluffing over the airport miscue by claiming—reasonably—that I had no idea there were two airports near Lakeland and that if they’d checked our flight plan they’d know where we were landing, giving them the directions to the warehouse area, and saying there was reason to think the suspects we were looking for were here—Theo’s Bentley didn’t drive itself up here from Key West.

Then I turned to Gordon. He was a civilian and I couldn’t take care of him and do a safe search entrance into the warehouses at the same time. I’d needed him to get me to the right place. From here, he’d only be a burden. And if I found Theo, having Gordon there would eat precious time in verbal exchanges if I had to extricate Theo from the situation. “The police are on their way,” I whispered. “We didn’t land at the airport they expected. They’ll never find us in this maze, though—so you need to go back to the entrance and bring them in.” This had the elegance of being true—a legitimate reason to get Gordon out of the way.

“But—”

“No buts, Gordon. We don’t have time for this. Just do it. It gets them back here faster. Go.”

I waited until Gordon was well out of sight, and then I turned and took a step toward the warehouse entrance. The big sliding door was a bit ajar and there was the soft glow of a low-level light shining through from the interior.

At the sound of the lone echoing gunshot, I started into a run.

It took a while, but I finally found him, lying in a small pool of blood, at the back of the warehouse space under a hanging light with a dim bulb and near a half-closed wooden packing crate. The packing crate was stuffed with clear plastic bags full of a white powder. Sam, the Chinese female impersonator murderer, was clutching his chest with one hand and moaning and holding a gun in the other hand with a loose grip. I’d been drawn here by the sound of shoe scuffings, so I approached warily, knowing Sam and I weren’t alone, wondering just who was out there—and whether they were fleeing from me or stalking me.

I Escort Ankara kicked the gun away before I knelt down beside Sam. He was in his male role now, but there were still traces of pancake makeup and eyeliner on his clinched-up face. He clearly was in pain, and the deep growl and rattling coming from inside him told me he was pretty far gone.

“Who—?” I started to ask.

“Jake,” he gasped. “He told me the others—Clara and the others—weren’t coming. And why. He’d set a bomb on the plane. I pulled a gun on him, and he nailed me.”

“Nailed you?” I asked, confused.

“Nail gun. He was closing the crate. I tried to shoot him for what he’d done to Clara. He was quicker.” Sam waved weakly and unnecessarily at the crate containing what most likely was the drug haul I’d seen taken off the float plane out to sea beyond Key West. The irony of the artifice of the movies covering the reality. I still had no idea, though, how they’d gotten the drugs off the Final Curtain II.

“Theo?” I asked roughly. “Where’s Theo?” I had no sympathy to give to this young man. He’d killed my friend, Gary Meltzer. He was getting off easy if he died here.

Sam gave a dry laugh that turned into a wet gurgle. “Theo. Gone.”

“Gone? Gone where?”

“Overboard. The day you arrived. Before we came back into Key West. Out at sea.”

I felt bile rising up from inside me. I was shocked and sick. It was so sudden, so final. Theo gone.

“Why?” I cried out. “Who?”

“He found out. We knew he was suspicious but couldn’t figure it out—and then he came to the fantail and accosted us—but we were ready to do it anyway. He’d brought you—a cop—on board. We pushed him over—all of us were in on it—and then Jake went and silenced Jerome. Aaron was taking care of you. All a setup.”

Sam was growing weaker now, a dribble of blood appeared on his lips, foretelling the bleeding inside where it should not have been. But I wasn’t finished with him yet.

Shaking him, I demanded an answer. “You couldn’t all be in charge of this. Who? Who was giving the orders? Who decided Theo had to die? Blum? Was it Joe Blum?”

I had to bring my ear close to his lips to get the answer. “The Colombian,” he whispered.

And at that I yelped in pain and blacked out from the blow to the back of my head.

Now I knew why a barkeep in Key West had said the ships crew from Final Curtain II were tearing up his bar the night that were supposedly locked up on the yacht. And I also knew how the drugs had gotten off the Final Curtain II.

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It was somewhat ironic, I thought, as I licked obediently at my aunt’s moist pussy while she lay on her poolside recliner in the dry Arizona heat, that my predicament had been caused by a female domination magazine entitled, very appropriately, “Mistress Knows Best”. Perhaps I’d better explain, because it all happened more than 15 years ago – in 1989.

I was 20-years-old and my Aunt Pat 18 years my senior, but she was a stunningly built, still hugely attractive brunette. I had been sent out to Pat’s superb lifestyle block on the outskirts of Flagstaff by my step-mother, Karla, a gorgeous but haughty 35-year-old, who had just married my father, a wealthy industrialist. Pat was her older sister and had attended the wedding in London where we had chatted over a glass of bubbly at the “wedding breakfast” and she insisted I call her “aunty”. Silly, really, but I found it rather amusing.

The holiday was to last for a month, before I went back to learn the ropes at my father’s industrial empire. On arrival at Los Angeles International, I had taken a cab around the area while waiting for my connecting flight to Flagstaff.

During the drive I spotted an adult bookstore, got the cabbie to stop, and it was there I purchased the magazine that was to change my life. It was wrapped in clear plastic, of course, but the title – “Mistress Knows Best” – and the picture of the beautiful PVC-clad dominatrix on the title page was enough to persuade me to part with $7. It was the best $7 I ever spent!

The magazine was published – I know because I still have it – by Holly Publications, and consisted of four photo spreads and the one entitled “Wild With Desire” starring the stunner on the cover was cock-raising material.

Anyway, I climbed back in the cab and was soon in the little Western Airlines commuter plane on the flight to Flagstaff. Aunty Pat, a tallish brunette with superb 40-inch breasts, was there to chauffeur me back to her spread, some miles out of town. It was a luxurious, secluded place, with a magnificent swimming pool and large, lush lawns.

On arrival, Aunt Pat threw my only bag – I travelled light, just some underwear, swimming trunks, jeans, T-shirts and shirts – onto the bed in the guest bedroom and we went into the huge kitchen where she fixed me lunch. Sadly – no, make that fortunately – she pressed a couple of Coors beers on me, or maybe three.

By now I feeling a little light headed and told her I needed a nap – London to LA was a long flight. She smiled and kissed me lightly on the cheek. She smelt of wheat, and I wanted her. But I also wanted to get away from her – I was desperate to check out my domination mag, of course. Soon I was on the bed, naked, hand on my eight-inch uncut cock, stroking myself as I perved over the pictures, especially the “Wild With Desire” ones. Then, I must have fallen asleep.

The next thing I knew I was awake. Judging by the light in the room it was well into the evening. I sat bolt upright and there – sitting in an easy chair by the foot of the bed was Aunty Pat. She was, you guessed it, thumbing through “Mistress Knows Best”. I scrambled for the sheet to cover myself, but it had fallen off the foot of the bed. Then I looked at Aunty Pat and suddenly felt my penis start to stir. She was a stunning sight.

Her lovely big breasts were covered by a shiny red satin brassiere, with black edging. On her hips was a shiny black PVC miniskirt. One leg was crossed over the other, displaying a wonderful expanse of bronzed thigh.

She was wearing blood red high heels. I pulled a pillow and plunked it across my groin to hide my swiftly rising cock. Pat looked up at me and smiled. Then she put her hand on the table beside her chair and threw a bundle at me. “Have a look at those, you naughty boy, you,” she laughed, and I saw the things I took to be paper were, in fact, about a dozen garishly-coloured Polaroid prints. Each showed me, cock in hand, perving on my purchase. “Aunty Pat,” I tried to bluster, “you’ve been spying on me!”

Pat laughed, laying the magazine down. “On the contrary – my housekeeper, Anita has been doing the spying! Anita, Ankara escort get in here!”

Into the bedroom stepped a hard-faced but quite attractive raven-haired woman, some years younger than my aunt. Her beautifully bronzed body was nude save for a black satin garter belt, shiny black stockings and black high-heeled shoes. Her breasts were smaller than Pat’s – later I found they were 34-inch beauties – and her pubic bush was jet black and trimmed back to allow a clear view of her piss flaps peeping below the crew-cut hair style.

Pat introduced me: “This is Anita Armitage, my housekeeper and partner – she took those pictures through a crack in the door which leads into my room adjoining this. Being a faithful employee-confidante, she thought she should show them to me. Rick – you really are a very naughty boy, aren’t you?”

“No I’m not,” I protested, “I’m just a perfectly normal, highly-sexed 20-year-old who enjoys looking at pictures of pretty women!” Pat sniggered. “Oh yes, pretty women – look what one of them is saying – ‘Do you want to worship my tits, my arse, my cunt – well on your knees, slave’. Lovely. You’re a freak for femdom, Rick, admit it!” I lowered my face, Aunty Pat had me there, and to my great relief, I poured it out.

“Well, since it’s pretty obvious, yes, I do fancy being a wonderful woman’s sex slave, aunty. You win!” I confessed. Pat grinned at me, and threw another magazine across. “And take that silly pillow away, Rick, we both know what you look like now!”

Sheepishly, I put the pillow behind me, on top of the other two and sat propped up, my cock still stiffly standing high. The magazine that Aunty Pat had tossed over was a German publication, with a young woman wearing a bright red PVC playsuit featured on the cover. It was called something “Sklaven der PVC” or some such thing. “Look at the centerspread,” said my “aunt”.

When I got there I saw a spread of some eight or nine shots of Aunty Pat – named by the magazine “Mistress Helga”, but it was obviously Aunty Pat. She was erotically clad in a black PVC playsuit, which was open-fronted and exposed her magnificent 40-inch superstructure. The suit had a zip which ran from the navel back to the small of the back. In every shot, the suit was unzipped, exposing Pat’s brown-haired pussy. In every shot she was posing with a many-tailed flogger. By the time I’d finished scanning the pictures I was as stiff as a policeman’s nightstick!

“I was given the playsuit after the shoot,” Pat informed me, looking with interest at my hard-on. “Like me to model it for you?” I nodded so enthusiastically it’s a wonder my head didn’t part company with my shoulders. “God yes,” I breathed. Pat smiled and turned to Anita. “First let’s see if he’s going to be up to our demanding standards, shall we Anita? Try him out!” With that, the raven-haired beauty stepped to the side of the bed, kicked her shoes off and climbed onto the mattress.

Placing a knee on either side of my upper body, Anita lowered her minge onto my unprotesting mouth. Her semi-shaved snatch was wet with sex juices and slithered across my hungry lips.

Soon my tongue was sliding into her crevices, flicking against her rosebud anus, then into her sopping wet cunt, then up to her clitoris until, only a minute or two after she had begun her face-sitting exercise, Anita pumped even faster and roared to her climax.

Slipping off my and replacing her shoes, Anita bent over and gave my mouth, moist from her musk, a gentle kiss on the mouth and reported: “Magnificent, madam, I think he’ll do quite well.”

“Wonderful,” said Pat, rising from her chair and smoothing her mini over her lush buttocks. “Welcome to our humble abode, Rick. It looks like you’re in for a month of sex slavery!”

CHAPTER 2:

Lying back on the bed, my stiffy pointing towards the ceiling, I had hoped that my Aunt Pat would follow the example of her housekeeper-cum-partner in sitting on my eager face. My hopes, though, were soon dashed.

“I’m going to change, Anita,” announced the busty 40-year-old. “Take him down to the games room and play something gentle with Ankara escort bayan him till I’m ready.” The raven-haired beauty smiled sweetly at me and purred: “It’ll be a pleasure madam.” Then holding out her hand, she invited: “Come with me, Master Rick, there’s a room I know you’d like to see.”

I took her hand and acutely aware of my jutting ramrod, walked with Anita out of the bedroom and down a long corridor in the sumptuous home. At the far end of the house, away from the living quarters was a narrow, metal spiral staircase. Anita led the way down.

At the bottom was another long corridor which obviously ran beneath the house, lit at varying distances by harsh strip lighting. The first room we came to had hung on its large wooden door a little riding crop. “Welcome to the games room, Master Rick,” said my escort, throwing the door open.

I stepped into a lushly-carpeted and opulently appointed room. Scattered along the walls were leather couches, leather easy chairs were dotted around. There was also a padded leather bench, complete with straps and at one end a pair of stirrups. What was obviously a whipping stool stood off to one side. On the walls hung various and varied implements, such as whips, floggers, paddles, canes and so on. It was, I realised immediately, an extremely well equipped torture chamber.

Anita stepped over to an easy chair and settled down in it, throwing her thighs over the arms, displaying her lovely pussy to my fixed gaze. “Madam said something gentle, so you may as well get used to pleasuring me, Master Rick,” she smiled, indicating I should drop onto the carpet.

I moved my mouth to her minge and began to work at providing her pussy with another orgasm. Her sex smelled strongly of feminine musk, heady and intoxicating. I lapped and laved at her labia lips, then her cunt, then her clit. Anita dropped her legs over my shoulders, pinning me more securely. “Don’t forget my arsehole, arsehole,” she commanded. Then, after a small chuckle added: “Sorry, Master Arsehole!”

My adoration of her pussy was soon paying dividends, when I heard the door to the games room open. I kept up my cunnilingual task, but was aware that Aunty Pat was now standing just behind me. Then, with a roar and a groan of “Yeeees”, Anita announced her orgasm.

“Up you get, Rick,” I heard Aunty Pat command, and I rose to stand before her, prick jutting up proudly. What I saw made my penis stand out even more stiffly, if that was possible!

Aunty Pat, true to her word, was now modelling for me the PVC playsuit she had appeared in for the German magazine shoot. I gaped, open mouthed, at her wondrous breasts which I had previously only lusted after in photographs and bra-clad glory.

The lush 40-inch boobs were standing up in glorious uplift, the nipples erect in the air-conditioned torture chamber. At her pussy, the hirsute appearance in the German porno mag had been replaced by a shaved pubis, in which only a slight wisp of sandy, light brown hair remained on her prominent mons.

On her legs, Aunty Pat was wearing black leather boots which came gloriously high – half-way up her sun-tanned thighs. On her arms were black PVC gloves which came up to her elbows.

Pat grinned at me: “Well, Rick, don’t just stand there, say something!” I gulped, then gathered my thoughts: “You are the most stunningly sexy sight I’ve ever laid eyes on.” She seemed impressed. “And I suppose you would like to perform some body worship adoration on this ‘sexy sight’, would you, my darling?”

I fell to my knees in what I hoped would be a suitably submissive pose, staring up at her lovely thick piss flaps. “Ohmigod, yes, yes, please, aunty,” I was almost pleading.

Pat laughed and then helped me to my feet. “Of course you may, my dear Rick, but it will be a special form of body worship – one which I hope will amuse you.” Then, turning to Anita, she announced: “Get out some of that perfume for Rick – what do we call it?”Anita responded: “Jean Patou by Pat, I think you’re referring to, madam.” “Ah yes,” said my aunt, “one of the more exotic perfumes, I think.”

Anita smiled Escort Ankara and went to a refrigerator that I had not noticed before, standing in the far corner of the chamber. She returned holding a large glass container containing almost a pint of perfume, with an atomiser attached to its neck.

“Now, Rick, we’ll play some body adoration games. First, I am going to permit you to worship five places on my body – can you guess where they are?”

“Er, no aunty,” I almost whispered. “Come, come, Rick,” she chided me, “use your imagination for crying out loud! Where would you like to lick me?”

I gulped, Then waded in: “Your breasts, your buttocks and – er, your pussy aunty.” Pat mockingly put her hands together in one sarcastic clap. “See, it was easy, wasn’t it?”

Then turning to her accomplice, Pat instructed: “My left breast first, Nita.” The raven-haired nude sprayed a film of perfume across Aunty Pat’s large left globe. “Ouch,” she winced, “that’s so goddam cold. OK Rick, get to work.”

I stepped to her side and lowered my mouth to her breast, then paused, inhaling the aroma from her bosom. “Get on with it, Rick,” she commanded, “you’ll enjoy it, promise!” I gulped back a protest and ran my tongue all over her lush, large melon, confirming my worst fears. The “perfume” Anita had sprayed on Pat’s breast was urine – chilled urine, but urine nonetheless.

“Come on, Rick,” Pat commanded, sensing my reluctance, “there are sex slaves around the world who would pay thousands to perform the task you’re enjoying right now – put some fucking enthusiasm into it!”

I ran my tongue all over her gleaming globe, then straightened. “See,” she laughed, stroking my cheek with her PVC-gloved hand, “it wasn’t so bad, was it?” “No, aunty,” I mumbled, still tasting the saltiness of her “perfume” piss.

“Good,” said Aunty Pat, “now we can proceed to the right breast – Nita, do the honours!” The nude partner in punishment sprayed a liberal amount of piss on Pat’s other breast and once more I bent to the task, this time being careful not to upset my dominating aunty.

The next target Anita Armitage sprayed for my worship was Aunty Pat’s left buttock. I knelt and licked and laved at the liquid, now aware of a marvellous pussy aroma coming from Pat’s pussy. Then the right buttock was similarly anointed.

“And now for the part we’ve all been waiting for, eh Rick?” Pat said from above me as I completed my buttock worship. “Yes, aunty,” I replied, by now becoming somewhat more accustomed to the tanginess of the perfume Anita was spraying onto Pat’s body.

Aunty Pat walked over to a large couch and placed her left foot up on the leather, thus spreading her snatch invitingly for Anita to apply the “perfume”. I watched with a mixture of fear and excitement as the dark-haired beauty performed the spraying. Finally, she stood back from Pat’s pussy and my aunt called out: “Quickly, darling, it’s cold and I want to feel the heat from your tongue!”

Swiftly I obeyed, kneeling in front of her glorious figure. My tongue licked at the “perfume” and tasted a combination of her chilled piss and the wonderfully tasty juices from her sex.

This was by far the most appetising part of the task, as the sex juices combined with the urine spray to provide almost an intoxicating liquid. I laved eagerly, encouraged by Aunty Pat’s comments: “Oh, Rick, that tongue is so hot, yes, eat me, lick me, let me come!”

I continued my task, and then Pat pushed my head back. “Nita,” she gasped, “freshen my minge up, Rick must have licked all the perfume off by now!” Anita obliged, then I went back to work, my now eagerly sucking and lapping at aunty’s sex.

Soon groans and moans flooded from my aunt’s lips and with an ecstatic “Yeeeees”, she grabbed my head and graunched her groin against my face as she shuddered to her climax.

I stood and felt Aunty Pat’s arms enfold me. “There, darling,” she smiled, kissing me strongly on my piss-perfumed mouth, “that wasn’t so awful, was it?” I had, to my total surprise, to admit that no, it wasn’t.

Aunty Pat grinned wickedly. “Of course not, in fact I suppose it was so nice you’ll volunteer to do it with Anita, won’t you?”

I looked across at the housekeeper. She was already handing the by-now half-empty atomiser bottle across to Aunty Pat ……

To be continued…

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