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Subject: Zachary All Grown Up Chapter 10 Zachary All Grown Up Chapter 10 By JJ [ jjrockwood000@ ] EVERYONE PLEASE KEEP NIFTY FREE DONATE WHAT YOU CAN!!! Chapter 10 Friday May 28, 2021. It is 8 am. I have been up since 5:30, have been to the gym, and have loaded the SUV. I just have to pack a cooler with some water and pears and plums. Zachary stopped on his way to school to drop off his bag for the trip. He was only going in for 2 quizzes then leaving. Also to check if there was anything vital he was going to miss on Tuesday. I had 2 bags assuming that Zachary was only going to pack shorts and tees. I took a couple of sweatshirts, sweatpants, and sneakers. It could 82 here and only in the 60s there. Plus I had to bring grooming stuff, plus lube he coy fully reminded me last night. I finished up and went in to shower we should be on the road by 9:30. Warm sunny weather was predicted for the entire weekend. He surprised me carrying a pair of sneakers and a brand new pair of flip-flops. He told me they were an early father’s day present and they were the same as he was wearing. I asked what did Bob’s have buy 1 get 1 free sale. He said yep, he said he was taught by me never miss a bargain. Then he called me a dick. I squeezed his neck and said I got your dick, he whispered ‘yes you do’. Why the sneakers, he said Poppa told him it might get cold, plus some places don’t allow sliders or flip-flops. It was 9:25 when we left. Didn’t take long to get to the Wilbur Cross parkway, we made good time till we got near Boston, but was pretty much on track. It always gets crazy near Boston, but once we got into Maine I let him drive. All the way up we talked listened to music, sang and he would hold my hand when he could or rest it on my thigh. We talked about what he wanted to do with his life, he said he didn’t really didn’t know. He said maybe an accountant, he liked numbers. He also liked working with his hands. But most of all he didn’t care what he did as long as I was part of his life anything would be tolerable. If anyone else had said that to me I might have laughed. This was no infatuation. I have watched him mature over the past 2 years. When I was his age I had no clue what so ever, the only constant thing in my life at that time was my girlfriend who ended becoming my wife. I became responsible because of her, so I could equate how he felt. At one point I asked him while we were holding hands if he was ready for tonight. He just smiled and took my hand and put it on his crotch. Damn he was hard which in turn got me hard. He asked if he Çanakkale Escort could suck me while I was driving. I was tempted, but traffic was getting heavy. We had not had sex since his birthday. Even though he was in the garden everyday every time we would start Mario would show up or call. It was eerie, I was getting paranoid, and it had no effect on Zachary other than blue balls. He really had a great bond with his Grandfather. I wanted to get there as fast as we could. We had 3 days to go up and down rte. 1. if he wanted. I wanted to take him to Kennebunkport and Ogunquit It was a beautiful stretch of road. We made good time and arrived a little after 1pm. Check in was normally 4pm, but I paid a little extra to have the room ready for 2pm. By the time we got to the Hilton the room was all set. I had picked a good place it was within walking distance of everything we needed. We got settled in, I said let me close my eyes for 20 minutes then let’s go check out the harbor. I didn’t dare get on the bed, but lay on the sofa. He came and lay next to me before I knew it we were asleep. We slept for a good 30 minutes or so. We kissed and he moaned. I said let us go we have all night for this. It was a just after 3pm and we headed straight for the harbor. They were working on huge ship from the late 1700’s. Zachary was in his glory. He got plenty of information from one of the foreman. The foreman looked to be close to 70, but it was hard to tell your typical weather beaten face, but didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. He gave Zachary a tour, and asked him if his Dad wanted to come. Zachary told him he’s not my Dad, he’s my boyfriend. The foreman gave me a nod and a wink, which I found out later about what transpired. The foreman said we were both lucky guys. Zachary got all the information he needed for his paper took some pictures with his phone. We were told to stop back anytime if we needed anything while were there. They work there seven days a week. We walked around for another couple of hours checking out downtown. We stopped at a small outside restaurant and had cold lobster salad hoagies minus the bread, some coleslaw. I think it was on both our minds to eat light. We walked around another hour or so, he ran into a CVS said stay here he would be right out, and then headed back to the hotel. We got to the room and said he needed to use the bathroom. I thought he was sick and got concerned when he was still in there 20 minutes later. I was sitting on our balcony looking out over the ocean with a bottle of water. Çanakkale Escort Bayan He appeared and looked OK, I asked him if he was good and he said fine, and then whispered even though we were alone, that he cleaned himself out for later. I was confused and must have looked it and he laughed and said you don’t want shit on your dick or the sheets do you? I laughed and said I guess not. Then added I am just as much a virgin as you with this. He said he was going to take a shower and wanted to go to bed. I said fine when you are finished I will take mine. He looked a little disappointed but I reminded think about it. He said right this is our first time. He showered and came out in a long tee shirt that was mine that he pilfered a while back. Geez he was adorable and sexy. I went in to shower and was going to shave and he said No he wanted the 5’oclock shadow. I showered fast and dried and powdered myself. When I came out there was music on (his play list of course).He had turned all the lamps off except for a couple of dimly lit ones. I have to admit he knows how to set a mood. He was in bed propped up on a pillow waiting for me. I dropped my towel and climbed into bed. I reached out and pulled him into my arms, he giggled and I nuzzled his neck he moaned. I started to kiss him and he started to get aggressive with his kisses an nibbling and chewing. I whispered slow down we got a long way to go yet and if you keep it up I’m going to cum. I moved down to his neck, and slowly made my way to his nipples he shuddered, and moaned. I moved down that beautiful treasure trail of his and licked the underside of his dick, proceeded to suck him like I was starving man. I never realized how I enjoyed doing this to him. I could feel him getting close and he wanted me to stop he didn’t want to cum yet. I pushed his legs further apart started teasing his inner thighs with my tongue. Then I did something that pushed him over the edge. I started sucking on that sweet little hole of is. He had a few blonde hairs around it that I yanked on. I tried to get my tongue in the ass as much as I could; I wetted a finger and switching between using my tongue and the finger. He started begging me to fuck him. I reached into the night stand and grabbed the jar of Palmers. I put a little on my finger and played with his hole and slowly inserted it. All the time watching him to see how he was doing. This is the third time in my life where I have witnessed someone look at me with such love. I slowly got 2 fingers in him and he was panting, moaning Escort Çanakkale and nipping where ever he could on me. He was getting loud and was pleading for me to fuck him…….Now!! I lubed my dick lifted his legs and started to enter him. I found the restraint not to just plunge right in I knew I would hurt him. I slowly got a little more than half in and he was enjoying it. He drew the rest of me in by pushing my ass with his arms. I waited till I felt his ass relax then proceeded to fuck him. I watched his eyes glaze over and the first time I ever witnessed someone’s eyes roll up in their head. He kept calling my name and telling me not to stop. I had to keep slowing down to keep from shooting. I have never been inside anything so tight, and soft. I had to concentrate on the music or work. I tried not to look at my lil man. I would have lost it completely. We finally reached the plateau where we both needed release. I kissed him and picked up the pace I said I was getting close he said he was almost there, and I know it always happens in stories and porns but we did cum at the same time. I had collapsed on him, and whispered in his ear and said I love you he whispers back I love you more. Then asked if he was okay, and if he regretted anything? He replied it was 100 times better than what he expected. We kissed for a bit and my throat was getting dry. I got up and got 2 waters, he ran to the bathroom to clean up before I leaked out of him. He liked the lube I used. He said it was thicker and felt better then what he used to jack off. I told him it was cocoa butter. I can’t use the lubes like Glide, I will break out. I was ready for round two, and as we kissed and I played with his hole, I could tell it was a little sore for him. I knew he wouldn’t refuse me but I couldn’t hurt him and massaged it a little and put some butter on it to soothe it. I was sitting up in bed and he took charge he sat on my lap and began to kiss me. The little fuck is a great kisser. He nuzzled my neck and was sitting on my dick before I knew it I was inside of him again. He was riding me like he was on a horse. I lasted a little longer this time, but he didn’t he shot all over my chest. When I came the song playing at that time was ‘Come What May’ from Moulin Rouge. He was started singing. ‘Come what may’ ‘I will love you’ ‘Until my dying day’ ‘Come what may’ He had tears in his eyes, I felt myself tearing up also. We kissed and I said what am I going to do with you? as I rubbed the back of his head. I popped out of his ass and he went to clean himself and we spooned and kissed and he fell asleep. The one thing I have to talk to him about that he is kind of loud, which is a turn on, but can possibly be trouble when we are home. I can’t believe I was getting hard again. Stay safe and healthy JJ All comments welcome ail] DONATE TO NIFTY KEEP THIS SITE FREE!!!

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Subject: Zachary All Grown Up Chapter 63 Zachary All Grown Up Chapter 63 By JJ [ ail ] For the past year with everyone quarantined Nifty has provided countless hours of enjoyment and orgasms!!! Please give what you can to keep this great site up and running!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR !!! Let’s all hope 2021 will be a great and prosperous year for us all. Chapter 63 After I went through the freezer and fridges I settled down at the island to make the shopping lists. At soon as I sat Zachary was on my lap, as I perused the flyers. It felt good to have him close to me. It seems like forever we were this close other than some time spent in bed. Of course there were the essentials dairy, produce, and fruit. I asked him what he wanted this week for meals. I actually did a lot more fattening cooking the past few weeks then what we are normally used to. Zachary wanted chicken breasts to eat whole and plus chicken salad, he had a craving for lasagna (there were 3 in the freezer that I made a few weeks ago). We decided on pork chops and lamb chops. Once that was done I was still restless and Zachary suggested we go to Costco get gas in his vehicle and pick up a chicken pot pie or two for supper and the freezer and check out there produce etc. So we got ready and left I drove his Explorer and he called the grandparents to see if they wanted anything. I know we could have stayed home and had sex but I wasn’t there yet and I’m sure Zachary felt the same way. But I’m knew if either of us had brought it we would have done it :). Costco wasn’t bad for a Saturday afternoon we got through the gas line pretty fast. The store was crowded more crowded then I liked but we got a few potpies and I looked at the produce and we got halos. The grandparents didn’t need anything. We looked around at the clothes, etc. and nothing caught our eyes except there were white crew socks on sale and we got a couple of packs that was twenty-four pair of socks that will last us a couple of months. We got home he threw the socks in the wash and I put a pot pie in the oven and the other two in the freezer. I went and sat on the couch and Zachary came in and leaned on me. The TV wasn’t on we were just sitting there no one was saying anything and Zachary got up and sat on my lap we started kissing. It felt good to hold him and to kiss him. I looked at him and he looked at me and he looked like he was going to cry. I told him get up let’s go for a walk, I told him the pot pie had about 45 minutes left. I told him I was sorry that it wasn’t him but I couldn’t explain how I was feeling. Zachary bumped up against me the way guys do and tells me you don’t have to explain he is feeling the same way. I also say I hope Stephen is doing better than us, but he shouldn’t being that he has his whole family around him. It is dark out now and Zachary grabs my arm and says so do you and reaches around and pats my ass. That makes me laugh and also makes my cock twitch. I look around and I stop and grab him and kiss him hard and fast catching him by surprise. I could tell by his eyes even in the dark I got a rise out of him. We walked a little further and turned around and headed back I didn’t want to burn the pot pie. The pie was perfect when we got in and decided to have it tomorrow night for supper. Zachary opted for peanut butter, jelly and banana sandwiches and I agreed to it. This was one of our comfort foods. Zachary had milk with his whereas I had water. We had two sandwiches each Zachary had some cookies for dessert I ate a pear. He suggested packing our work clothes for Monday getting it out of the way we were up on laundry seeing that we had to pack for Stephen. After we did that I asked him if he wanted to go shopping tomorrow with me and he answered maybe and I laughed and he swatted me. Zachary went up to shower while I straightened up the kitchen. I went up when he came down and we settled on the couch. There was nothing really on TV so we watched ‘The Gilmore Girls A Year in the Life’ He already saw half of it but he said he would watch the beginning all over. I knew he was four years old when the show ended but my wife, daughter and his grandmother loved the show and watched all the reruns in syndication. So the way I grew up with ‘I love Lucy’ he had Lucy and the Girls. They both were still on TV. Zachary would still watch an episode every now and then if he caught it while Çanakkale Escort flipping through the channels. Zachary turned to me and laughed no wonder they knew I was gay before I did. I told him I knew he watched it and didn’t think anything about it. Well this thing is in four two hour parts so we got part one in and I am kind of intrigued I do remember some of the old show from it always being on in the house. There was no way I would make it through part two. I told him I was ready for bed and I locked up and we went up. Zachary pulled me into his room and he had everything all ready for us. Then he gave me the puppy eyes and said only if you want to. I was already starting to chub up; we were undressed in seconds and naked in each other’s arms. It seemed like forever that I felt his naked body against mine. Zachary had his usual bear hug on me and I didn’t mind at all. It had been a long time since he was on the bottom. Zachary let me up long enough so I could lube him and myself with the cocoa butter. I pushed toward his pucker and he whimpered and was biting the inside of my arm. I knew I was going to be marked I could feeling him sucking on my lower neck as I picked up my pace. Zachary came fast and I slowed down I wasn’t ready to end this dance just yet. I looked at him and his eyes were rolling into the top of his head. My balls were slapping his ass and I knew him well enough that he was getting close again. I sped up and he was meeting my every thrust. We kissed and he was sucking and chewing on my bottom lip and whimpering. Zachary whimpers more than being a moaner, it actually turns me on. I reached the point where I couldn’t hold back any longer and I came so much that it was one of those times that you think you are pissing. Zachary came with me and we laid there for a few minutes and even though I was still inside him I knew we had to get up we were getting stuck together from his two loads. As soon as I softened and popped out of his ass, he pushed me off and ran to the bathroom. We both jumped in the shower after he emptied himself. We climbed into bed and spooned and I still felt kind of a void, missing Stephen. Zachary whispered and asked ‘When will this loneliness go away?’ I replied ‘Believe or not I think after we talk to him tomorrow it will.’ I don’t think ten minutes passed and we were asleep. I woke up and washed and got dressed put on coffee I went back upstairs an got on the bed and nuzzled his neck. He stirred and I asked if he was getting up that it was after six. Zachary groaned and I told him he didn’t have to and went back downstairs and had a cup and left. It was the usual routine I hit two stores and was back by eight put everything away, checked on Zachary and he was lying there awake. He asked if I was coming back to bed and I said ‘No I am heading out in about ten minutes and I should be back before ten.’ Zachary just nodded and lifted the covers and flashed me his ass and I swatted it and left laughing. I actually made good time and was back home a little after 9:30. I walked in with everything and I found Zachary in the kitchen, He had made oatmeal and English muffins with butter and honey. As I put everything away he set the island and we sat and ate. I was surprised that he made oatmeal and he thought we should stay away from the fattening breakfasts for a while, I had to agree. We were going back to fruit and yogurt for lunch. After eating everything else for almost the past month I had mixed feelings. Neither one of us hadn’t put on weight but that was only because we worked out and kept active. Zachary already eggs on the stove he was hard boiling of us for the week and he asked for lamb chops for tomorrow night. I just nodded and smiled. We cleaned up and decided to go for a walk, he was going over for Sunday dinner with the grandparents. We got a good walk in and went home where Zachary washed up fast and left for across the street. Andrea texted me and said they were calling around 3:30 and I texted Zachary to let him know. I took a nap on the couch. I slept for a short time woke up and ate a couple of pieces of fruit and a cup of coffee. Zachary came bouncing in about 3pm with some pasta and roast pork for me from Maria he was smart enough not to bring back any dessert, but he had the devilish grin that he had dessert over there. Zachary came and sat on my lap while I Çanakkale Escort Bayan was finishing my coffee, he had his laptop with him. It was near 3:30 and I had my hand up under his sweatshirt and tee and was rubbing his back hand to skin. The call came through and it was Andrea and DJ. I asked ‘Where is everyone else?’ Andrea said Eric and Stewart were at a friend’s house and Stephen was with Sr. picking up pizzas. I was surprised that he would miss the call and Andrea said she never told him or else he wouldn’t have left the house. But he will be back before we hang up. Andrea wanted to talk to me before he came in. Andrea said surprisingly everyone was on board and happy about the move. I asked DJ if that was true and he nodded and said he was never crazy about the summers in Virginia and missed the winters he remembered as a kid. Eric and Stuart said it didn’t matter that they gamed and what not more than socializing with people. Andrea was hoping that would change being in this neighborhood. Zachary asked and ‘What about Stephen?’ DJ started laughing and answered ‘He wants boxes and totes so he could start packing.’ Andrea says ‘Dad I got an April date circled on his calendar figuring if it happens sooner he will be happy.’ Andrea told me the inspection was going to be this coming Wednesday at 12:45. I told her that I had to meet a couple of painters and floor men next week also but it was after work. Zachary said how the Berrios’ came over to say goodbye to Maria and Mario on Saturday that they were leaving and this morning everything was moved out that they were taking. Zachary told us how Mario told him that there were about 20 people working there yesterday and about 10 this morning finishing up. He also that Maria was going to call her later on to tell her she knew what furniture was left. DJ stayed a few more minutes and left to do get things ready for school in the morning. Andrea asked ‘How we were doing?’ Zachary spoke first ‘I miss him bad.’ I said ‘I would be lying if I said everything was fine, yesterday was bad and today is better.’ I asked ‘How is he doing? He should be happy being home with everyone.’ Andrea said ‘He is fine to a degree, then he gets quiet and I know he maybe can’t figure out how or what he is feeling and I also know he isn’t about to hurt any of our feelings.’ Just then I heard noise in the background and he comes running in. Stephen stopped dead in his tracks when he realized we were in the middle of a call. Stephen got on his mother’s lap and with a big smile and eyes lit up he goes ‘Papa I miss you, guess what we are moving up in two months, Mom marked my calendar, we got boxes at the pizza place tomorrow I’m going to start packing the toys I want to take. We are moving to the house right behind Noni’s the woman that lived there would give me cookies sometime.’ Then he looks at Zachary and says ‘You are sitting in my spot, swamp butt. But that is okay, how else can you see.’ Zachary says ‘I miss you too.’ Stephen says ‘I do miss you; I told DJ all the things we did together.’ Then the two of them start laughing. Andrea got up to let the boys know the pizza was in the oven to eat when they were ready. Zachary asked Stephen what has he been doing since he has been home. Stephen told us he was planning on how to make money to come back to Connecticut then they told him about moving and he is thinking of a way to come up sooner. Zachary asked ‘But aren’t you happy to see your brothers and your parents?’ Stephen whispers ‘My brothers have their own things to do and they go to school and are gone all day then they have homework, gaming, and sports. My mom and dad go to work all day, it’s not like you and Papa and Noni that do things with me.’ Zachary asked ‘Are you going back to school?’ He smiled and said ‘No I lost my spot while I was visiting you and I’m not going back.’ Stephen whispers ‘Papa I miss you and love you. I even miss swamp butt.’ I looked right into his eyes and whispered back ‘I love you and miss you too.’ Then to lighten it up and said it has to be great to sleep in your own big bed again alone. Stephen answered it did but he missed having the tree to look at and the snoring and whistling. Zachary laughed and said ‘Papa doesn’t snore.’ Then the both of them laughed like mad. I just said ‘I don’t snore.’ They both laughed even harder. I told him all the bedrooms Escort Çanakkale are big in the house so no matter which one he gets there is room for a big bed, a TV and a tree. He looked like he won the lottery. Andrea came back with a slice of pizza for Stephen, she told us she had just talked to Maria. The Berrios’ left the kitchen and dining room furniture the blinds on all the windows and three chests of drawers. Maria told her the blinds were only 2-3 years old and that the kitchen was big enough for an island even with the table and chairs. Andrea says she is thinking of leaving her dining room and living room with the house or will sell it. The only thing she is taking all the bedrooms and maybe the den. She then asked Zachary to take a video of the dining room, kitchen, den and living room and for me to measure them at the same time. I laughed and said what about the bedrooms, and she said not necessary they were all huge bigger than what they had here so everything would fit. At that point Sr. came by to say Hi and to say there are three showings for next week luckily all during the day when the boys will be in school except for Stephen. I asked if they are moving themselves or hiring someone. I suggested seeing they don’t have any appliances that the mattresses and bureaus would be the heaviest we could rent a couple of box trucks and do it ourselves. Sr. says that would be feasible and Andrea says ‘No way we are not that poor that we can’t afford movers plus she reminded him if we get our asking price we will be even in better shape. Sr. says anyway we are selling both vehicles and he plans on taking all his tools but leaving his yard equipment. Sr. also informed me that he put in a notice at work and his bosses told him they would help him find something in the area up here. Andrea is working second shift for the next month then leaving in March. DJ will have to watch Stephen most of the week, so his afterschool activities will come to a halt. Stephen looking at me says to his mother maybe he should come back up to Connecticut to stay with Papa so DJ doesn’t have to give up anything. DJ happened to hear that while he was getting pizza came over and rubbed his head and told his brother ‘Nice try, but I am between sports and I won’t be here to play baseball so you are stuck with me’ as he rubbed his butt on the back of his head. The parents just laughed and told Stephen before you know it we will be up there. We talked a little more then got ready to end the call, the parents left him alone to say goodbye and Zachary did the same. When we were alone Stephen says ‘Papa I do miss you a lot and I can’t wait to move up there and if they knew we were moving why couldn’t I stay with you just to come back home then leave again.’ I answered ‘Stephen think about it your whole family down there missed you, you almost spent a month with me and don’t forget only you know what things you are keeping and what you are giving away.’ Real sad like he replied ‘Papa you are right but I still miss you. I love you’ I answered ‘And I you.’ Then Andrea was calling him and we said goodbye and ended the call. I felt like shit all over again. Zachary came back and sat on my lap and rubbed my hand and forearm that wasn’t holding him. He whispered ‘Jared please don’t be sad, I don’t know how to comfort you and it hurts me to see you like this.’ I nuzzled his neck and I told him I would be fine. It was getting close to supper he wanted to make me something and I really wasn’t hungry. I said let us get our lunches together, we both settled on fruit, hardboiled eggs and yogurt and I made oatmeal so we could take it to work for breakfast after our workout. Our work clothes were already packed and he put out our gym stuff and our lunch totes. I said tomorrow we definitely have to eat the potpie and I put the lamb chops in the freezer for Wednesday night. I asked him if he would make me pb, jelly and banana sandwich that would hold me till the morning. The rest of the night kind of floated by, we watched the next part of the ‘Gilmore Girls’ and we went up to shower. Yes, we had sex in the shower it was hard and fast and after Zachary stayed upstairs and went to bed while I went down locked up and turned everything off and headed back up. Zachary was already dozing. I made sure the alarm was set and climbed into bed. Zachary backed up to me and I held him and we kissed goodnight. I looked at the clock and it was 8:30 that was the last thing I remembered. JJ Happy New Year everyone!! Feel free to write, comment or whatever. A shout out to all who wrote after the last chapter big Thanks. PLEASE DONATE TO NIFTY THIS SITE TAKES A LOT TO KEEP IT UP AND OPERATING AND FREE!!!

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She has barely taken her finger off the doorbell when Thomas opens the door. Wordlessly, she walks past him, not daring to look at him. She hears the door slam and his footsteps behind her. She stops in the kitchen. In front of her is the mighty kitchen table. Much too big for Thomas’ small apartment. She thinks she can smell thyme. Does Thomas cook himself? She doesn’t know. And she doesn’t care. In any case, he always smells good.

It has gone quiet behind her; she suspects him in the doorway, but doesn’t know. Part of the game. She looks forward to this all week. At work, she’s just a small cog in the wheel. Her boss is a choleric man who, at best, doesn’t notice her. To this day, she doesn’t know how to counter his vulgarities. With Thomas, it’s completely different. There she is completely different.

Slowly and theatrically, she lets the coat slide off her shoulder. Underneath, she is naked. She hears a soft gasp and a smile flits across her face. She has surprised him again, she is pleased.

There are exactly two rules for their meetings. She doesn’t Çanakkale Escort announce herself. And he does what she wants. That’s all it takes. And that’s all it’s supposed to be. Her last relationship ended in a war of the roses two years ago. She’s had enough of compromise and dependency. Thomas fills exactly the gap she needs at the moment. Maybe, she thinks, it’s also a little bit of an act of revenge.

“Get on your knees!” she commands, her gaze fixed on the window.

“Now come closer slowly, but so I can hear you!” Her tone is imperious, relishing it, playing with her voice.

The kitchen floor is tiled and she can hear the touchdown of his hands. “Stop!” she commands when she thinks he’s gotten close enough. She bends over the kitchen table emphatically slowly and spreads her legs wide so that her feet come to rest against the table legs.

“Now lick my ass. Your fingers stay with you!”. A shiver runs through her at the thought of what he’s going to do and how he’s going to do it.

She winces as she feels his tongue Çanakkale Escort Bayan right inside her anus. So Thomas goes all out, directly, no detours. He circles her anus and drills into her after each round. An indescribable, glorious feeling flows through her, far more profound than the purely sexual component.

“Keep going!”. Her voice is lightly laced. Involuntarily, she now follows Thomas’ tongue movement with her hips. She is getting wet. She lets Thomas lick a little longer, then reaches back and pushes him away from her.

“Enough.”

She turns around. Thomas still licks his lips and hangs on hers, awaiting another command.

“Take your clothes off.”

He follows her to the letter, his gaze fixed on her vulva. He is horny and addicted to her, and she likes that beyond measure.

“Now you’re going to stick your tongue in my cunt and lick it out until it’s dry, got it!”.

She grabs a chair and sits on the edge. Thomas gets back on his knees and starts licking.

“Harder, not so tentative. And suck. Escort Çanakkale My pussy juice has to go. Come on!”

She’s urging him on now. And she comes. She moans out, claws his hair and holds him away from her. Orgasm number one. She’s determined to get to at least five today.

She gets to seven. Then she lets him fuck her, from behind, his fingers rubbing her clit. Not long and Thomas moans. That’s the good thing about him: he has stamina where she’s concerned and obviously no particular demands himself.

“Well done, little one.” Hanna undoes herself and turns around.

Thomas looks down at his penis, which still has cum on it.

“Now you clean me up, but thoroughly.”

She’s almost a little startled by her own words. But her lust is still smoldering. She’s never asked him to do this before.

But Thomas follows suit. Licks his cum out of her vagina. And she comes again, deep and long. Her whole body trembles.

She disengages from the chair and takes a brief moment to find her footing.

“My coat!”. Her voice is low now, she is completely relaxed.

Thomas helps her into the coat.

“That was pretty good before. Not bad for a beginner.”

She gives him a look of praise and motions for him to open the apartment door. She doesn’t walk down the hall, she strides. She feels truly regal. A worthy mistress.

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As it turned out, Beccy was even more of a marvel as a spy than she was as a lover – which is saying something indeed.

The material she brought back in her bag was, from my point of view, solid gold. It turned out that her father, Lord Robert, was at the centre of a group of high-ranking Englishmen who supported “Der Führer” as they reverentially called him. They saw in him a “saviour” from the “Reds” and “the Jews.” They looked forward, it transpired, to the day when, with German help, they would be able to “restore” King Edward VIII, who had been forced to abdicate in 1936, and was well-known to have Nazi sympathies. In the meantime, they did what they could to support the German cause, and to try to support Chamberlain’s policy of appeasement. In return, Ribbentrop, the German ambassador, fed them tit bits of knowledge. That was how, long before it became news, I was able to alert my contacts to the danger posed by the Sudetenland.

Now, all but forgotten, for a while in 1938 it was constantly in the news. A part of Czechoslovakia with a large German-speaking minority, Hitler settled on it as his way of breaking up the whole country. Of course, he claimed that he was just “protecting” the German-speakers, and equally of course, Chamberlain and company fell for it. But I was able to provide evidence, from the Ribbentrop correspondence, of what he was really up to.

As a member of the House of Lords, and as a politician of long-standing, as well as the wife of the Minister of State at the Foreign Office, I had “contacts” with what might loosely be termed “Military Intelligence.” It was with these, and especially to Lord Wolmer, that I shared my information. Each week, when Beccy went to do her “Ribb letters,” I would go to the Lords and share copies with Wolmer. Like me, he rather despaired of the Government, but at least I felt like I was doing something.

The young historian with whom I seem to be spending every Wednesday morning, asked why more notice was not taken. To explain would be to require him to forget all that history has taught him and to place himself back in 1938.

In the aftermath of the Great War of 1914-1918 no-one wanted to see another war. Czechoslovakia was, as Chamberlain put it crudely but accurately: “a faraway country about which we know nothing.” The idea of getting involved in a war because Hitler wanted to “protect” other Germans was patently absurd.

Too many member of my own class viewed him as a bulwark against Communism, whilst too many liberals took the view that Germany had been harshly treated at the Versailles peace settlement and saw no reason not to amend it. We were just about recovering from a major economic crash. Those of us who warned that Hitler was a menace to civilisation as we knew it were dismissed as “warmongers.” Contrary to popular myth, we were not helped by Churchill being on our side. He had been wrong on just about every major issue in the previous twenty years. With allies like him, who needed enemies?

The fact was that there was no organised opposition to a powerful Prime Minister who was expected to cruise to victory in an election that could come as early as 1938. Appeasement was simply the most over-determined policy it was possible to imagine.

That did not stop me, Wolmer and a few others doing what we could to gather information to try to push the Government a little. There was no use my trying Archie, who was, after all, a junior minister at the Foreign Office, because he was firmly in the camp of those who wanted peace at any price that we, the British, did not have to pay.

But I was grateful to my beautiful spy, Beccy, who kept me, and others, well abreast of what the Germans were up to.

There was a brief hiatus in her activities because, as I had hoped, my matchmaking worked.

We had the most wonderful weekend at our place in Sussex, and from the moment I saw Jack Carrington and her mounted for the hunt, I knew that there was something between them; the fox was not the only, or even the main prey.

The usual fashion at the time was for the lady to play demure and to let her Mama or sponsor (me in Beccy’s case) do the work with the other Mama and the suitor. Beccy was sensible enough to let that happen, but the way she looked at Jack, as well as the way she comported herself in his presence was a masterclass in elegant and subtle flirtation.

“Could you [Jack] just help adjust my stirrup?” She asked before Çanakkale Escort the Hunt left, thus affording her prey the chance to get close to her jodhpur-clad thighs. And did her hand “accidentally” touch his hair? Did her “thank you” handshake linger a moment too long? And did she fix his gaze for a moment longer than might have been thought proper? Of course she did. She did all that and more.

And at the post-hunt drinks, she was, of course, more than happy to let him “top up” her glass and then ask him to “taste this, do you think the punch quite right?” In so doing, she offered him the side of the glass from which she had been drinking. This, and a thousand other signals, had the poor boy all a-quiver.

When we withdrew from the men after supper, Dora whispered to me:

“She is an utter delight, Pixie. I can tell you that Jack is very smitten.”

From the way he had been reacting to Beccy, I had no doubt, but it was good to hear that Dora, who was after all his Mama, agreed.

As we sipped our cocktails and gossiped, Beccy asked me how I thought “things were progressing?”

“My darling, you are a natural. They are progressing very well. His Mama and Papa thing you are charming, and as for Jack, what can I say?”

“What CAN you say?” Beccy sounded suddenly unsure of herself.

I realised, again, that she was a nineteen-year-old throwing herself into a part as an actress might; so I reassured her.

“I can say that you will be married to him this summer! Would St Margaret’s, Westminster suit?”

She smiled broadly.

“Oh that was where Papa and Mama were married. It would suit me very well. You can arrange that as Papa is an MP?”

“I can my darling!”

Smiling at me, with those big blue eyes wide, she added:

“Well, Mama Pixie, I will look to you for the wedding preparation I need most. You will help, won’t you? You are SUCH a good teacher, Mama!”

That girl could have seduced a saint. Of course I wanted to, but she made me feel that I would be doing her a tremendous favour and that in so doing, I was a wonderful person. I swear that girl could have sold fridges to eskimos.

At that point we were joined by the men, who had been doing whatever it is they do when we withdraw.

After a little while Jack Carrington asked if he could “have a word’?

“I gather, Lady Fortescue, that you are the woman to ask about the Honourable Rebecca?”

“I am, and for goodness’ sake, do call me Lady Pixie, everyone else does.”

I smiled sweetly. I knew what he wanted, but had no intention of making it too easy for him. He had to know she was worth working for.

“Thank you, I shall, Lady Pixie. Is she going to be at Bend ‘Or’s ball next week?”

“That is the plan, yes. I am expecting her dance card to be full.”

“Oh, oh, I see!”

The poor boy’s face fell.

Oh golly, I could not keep it up.

“But, of course, should you wish to book the first, and the last dance, I am sure I could prevail on her to agree!”

His face lit up. That, the first and the last dance, was the signal that a chap was serious, and was usually followed by a proposal.

“If, if you could, I should be eternally grateful. I gather from Ma that, erm, you are aware that I take after my Pa in some matters?”

“I am,” I said, not sparing his blushes.

“Do you think Rebecca will, erm, object?”

“Would you if she took after her Papa?”

That one got him. He looked winded.

“You mean?”

“I mean if she, after producing the heir, were to please herself.”

“Gosh, that’s, erm, well…?”

“That’s honest Jack. What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. If you could be faithful, she would be, but if you are not, she is not going to be a plaster saint. If that’s a problem, let’s scrub the dance card and you can find some ingénue.”

He looked thoughtful for a minute.

“Tell her I am fine with that, Lady Pixie.”

“I shall,” I smiled.

And I did, back in my bedroom.

By convention, ladies who were “available” would linger over after-supper drinks, as Beccy and I had already decided she was available to me, we didn’t.

She was so excited when I told her about my conversation with Jack.

“Oh Mama Pix, so her will propose?”

“He will, but, if I may offer advice, I’d say keep playing it as you are. My guess, and it is just a guess, is that you might just be able to keep him Çanakkale Escort Bayan mostly faithful to you.”

“You think, Mama? How?”

“My darling, men have only so much stamina, and they love to be admired and loved. I suspect your way of doing the latter might use up most of the former!”

She giggled.

“You think I have the stamina?”

“We can find out, my pet,” I said, offering to help her out of her evening dress.

“Do you like, Mama?”

Beccy was such a tease.

I doubt whether anyone with any aesthetic sense, let alone a working libido, would not have been delighted by what undressing her revealed.

At five foot nine, and slender with it, she was tall for a woman, but not too tall, and for a man like Jack, who stood at least six foot, she was a good match. She kept herself in trim with her riding and had both the firmest thighs and the best seat of any horsewoman I ever knew. Her bottom was one of those lovely apple-shaped affairs with firm, soft cheeks, and her bush, which she seemed to keep in check, seemed but a veil to her womanly charms. Her breasts were, from my point of view, perfect. A B cup, her nipples, when hardened, tilted slightly upward. Slim, but not thin, she had a seductive smile, set off to perfection with big blue eyes and long blonde hair.

“Like, my darling girl? I adore looking at you!’

“How should I be for you Mama?” She asked, as she rolled her stockings down and off, answering her own question by lying back on my bed, her knees bent and thighs apart.

“I am ever so wet for you Pix? Would you like to touch?”

As I had already begun to wriggle my right index finger between her swollen lips, the question was a little redundant. I scooped up some of her nectar and offered it to her.

“There, my pet, taste yourself!”

The look she gave me sent shivers of desire to my very core, as she sucked her juices from me, slowly and sensuously, I could feel my fires of desire begin to burn bright for her.

She slowly licked, and then sucked on her gooey finger, looking at me the whole time. When I pulled it out, she said:

“I like the way I taste. Mind you, I love the way you taste too. Does it matter that I like girls as well as boys?”

The look of innocence on that sweet face just stoked the fires of my longing all the more.

“That is probably best kept to yourself and a select circle darling, as Society is fond of its rules.”

“Do you think Jack would mind?”

I had to stop myself giggling.

“Mind?”

“Well, I suppose that he might like it if I let him play with my girlfriend too? Would you be up for that Pix?”

That girl never ceased to amaze me!

“That’s very flattering darling, but in the first place I am a lesbian, and in the second place, but probably the first place for him, not the sort of women men like him would want. But on the general principle, once he’d recovered from the shock, I suppose he’d like it a lot.”

“Oh goody! Well, Pix, I think my little Mama is scrumptious. Now, can we do some more marriage preparation?”

She looked at me, seductively, her firm thighs open, revealing her charms.

“Now,” I said, getting between her legs, “critical point – you are entitled to fun too. Many of my girlfriends tell me that chaps like to get in, cum and leave. That you MUST not let Jack do.”

“Okay Mama, I shan’t. Will he do that thing you do to my fou… I mean my pussy?”

“You mean this?”

I smiled, looking up, as my tongue touched her slightly opened lips, tasting her nectar. She moaned and sighed.

“Yes, that!”

“Well, you may have to guide him.”

Parting her swollen lips, I slid my tongue up, wriggling into her wetness, pressing through her folds until she moaned.

“Oh Mama, yes, yes!”

Replacing the tip of my tongue with two fingers, I worked them slowly into her, applying my tongue to teasing the area around her clit until I felt her gripping my hair. Her thighs gripped me tightly as she pushed wetness into my face, adjusting her position to accommodate my questing fingers.

I never knew a woman get so aroused so swiftly.

I slide my thumb under her until it was teasing her tight dark hole. Already wet from the secretions dribbling down from her pussy and my licking, it proved elastic to my pressure, as I pushed in, gripping my fingers through that narrow wall of flesh. As I had hoped, the sensation Escort Çanakkale drove her wild.

“Oh, oh, Mama! What, what???”

She pressed so hard that I could feel my face being rubbed red. I’d need make up on the morrow, I reflected, and then concentrated on Beccy.

Her clit was more prominent than mine, and as she got closer, I flicked and then kissed it before pressing my lips on her. She could take no more, and suddenly two violent squirts sprayed into my face as she shook hard. Her convulsions wrenched my fingers from her, and I was able to get the full benefit of her squirting.

I lay between her thighs as she came again, and then a third time, just lightly licking her wetness.

Only when she stopped did she relax her grip. She looked down.

“Oh Mama, I am sorry, I got so carried away!”

I smiled.

“Do I look like I am complaining my darling?”

She giggled.

“You are all wet Mama. Can I clean you up?”

“Of course darling.”

“I like it when you call me darling, Mama, makes me feel like your special girl.”

Raising myself to kiss her so she could begin to lick my face clean, I responded:

“You are my special girl, Beccy.”

“Really, Mama. You don’t have lots and lots of other girls?”

As her tongue licked her juices from my face, I told her that, at the moment, she was my only girl.

“Tell me about your girls Mama?”

As she licked down my neck, I sighed, and told her about Annie and Dot, Sally, and Bella – and Lady Dora. By that time she was sucking on my nipples, which made me want her madly.

“Did they please you like this Mama?”

As she said that, her mouth began to suck on my aching pussy. She licked along the line of my thin lips until she reached the apex of my vulva, where she put into practice what I had just shown her. She applied just the right pressure in just the right area, her tongue seemed to swirl around, flicking me where it had the most effect.

She had also clearly remembered what I had said about my pussy, as she slowly, and carefully, slipped on finger in to complement the effects of her lips and tongue.

Lesson, what lesson? Preparation be damned. I needed this, and she was giving it to me as though she’d been doing it for years. I lost myself in the passion burning inside of me. I felt my sinews tighten. For a woman who usually took time to get aroused, I was closer to orgasm faster than I had ever been. Damn it! Pressing into her, I came, and I came hard.

As my eyes cleared, she was looking at me.

“Did they?”

Bless her.

“You are sure you are new to this darling? Because the answer is that you are wonderful!”

The joy that gave her seemed almost to match the orgasm I had given her.

“Oh thank you, Mama. I SO want to be your very special girl. Is it okay to say I think I love you? Can girls love other girls?”

I wanted to cry! So I did.

“Oh Mama, have I upset you? I am SO sorry.”

She hugged me to her.

I pulled away and looked into her eyes.

“Don’t be silly, Beccy, you just made me very happy. Don’t you ever cry for happiness sometimes?”

She smiled back.

“Sometimes. So it’s okay to love you, even if you’re married?”

“I do hope so, because I rather think I am falling for you, and you are about to get married.”

“Oh Mama!”

She hugged me tight.

And there we had it.

As I lay with her in my arms, I realised that I had fallen for Beccy. In a better-ordered world I would not have been preparing her for marriage to Jack, but I was the ultimate pragmatist. I loved her, she loved me, and we had here and now. What the future would bring, who knew? But Fate had brought me Beccy; that was enough for me – indeed more than enough.

Still, there were the conventions, and as I told her, we had to maintain them. This, alas, meant that she had to join the late night/early morning exodus from your lover’s bedroom to your own, so that when morning came the maid would find you in your own room. It felt empty when she left me.

As the morning light began to play along the horizon, I reflected. I was as sure as I could be that the world was heading into another war, or even worse. Worse would be allowing Hitler to achieve domination. Was it wise to fall in love with a woman so much younger? Would it damage her marriage? If I loved her, shouldn’t I let her go and be with Jack?

Then her words about “sharing” hit me. Beccy was a hedonist and a lover. She had the temperament to allow her to love her husband-to-be and me. My lack of jealousy would, I suspected, be the perfect complement to that.

as I decided to get up and face the day, I thought: “damn it! Live, love and enjoy, for tomorrow we may all die!”

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A/N — At the time of uploading this chapter, the writing of this story is complete and it will be ten chapters long. All subsequent chapters need more editing before they’ll be uploaded.

For those interested in following this storyline, it will be a mixture of romance and non-romantic scenes. If you like an older man / younger man dynamic, and even a bit of a ‘Daddy’ kink, you’re definitely going to like this. If family loving is your style, you might like later chapters too (those will come with a warning regarding content.)

Hope you enjoy this chapter and the next eight chapters. Comments and feedback welcome as always.

*****

Waking the next morning with Scott in my bed, I had to jog my memory for a moment. The fact I woke up with cum stains everywhere was a reminder. I remained in bed until he woke up next to me, a smile immediately forming on his very cute face, blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight that filtered through the blinds.

“Morning,” I whispered, my fingers running up and down his back, “How are you feeling?”

“Wonderful,” he whispered, “You?”

“Shared a bed with an incredibly cute boy last night. Knew he came next to me. I enjoyed an orgasm next to him too. Fairly sure his back and butt are still covered in my cum.”

“Definitely feel sticky back there,” he replied, giggling to himself.

Sliding out of bed, I still had morning wood, noticing his eyes widen as it would have been the first time he’d seen my cock hard and me completely nude. Offering my hand, he slid out of bed, his cock also nice and hard. “It’s six and a half,” he told me.

“I know young men like yourself worry about such things, but trust me, that’s a good size. If you ever top, it’s not always how big it is but how you use it.”

Taking him by the hand, I led him towards my son’s bedroom. I didn’t hear much noise, opening the door to reveal Wayne and Charlie lying together on the air mattress, Charlie spooned back against the larger man, while my son was spooned back against Mike. Steven opened his eyes at the appearance of Scott and myself. I thought the pair of us being nude would have provoked a negative reaction. Instead, all he did was smile at us, mouthing ‘Good morning’.

‘You okay?’ I mouthed to him. He nodded, then gestured down my body, definitely getting a good look at my cock. I knew he’d seen me naked before, but not sure if he’d seen me hard. I gestured to Scott. ‘He joined me last night.’

‘Sex?’ he mouthed back.

I shook my head. ‘You?’ I gestured towards Mike behind him.

He shook his head too. I gestured to the kitchen and he nodded, figuring he’d wake up the others to join us. Scott followed me into the kitchen, getting a few things out of the fridge as I figured I’d make them an English breakfast. Sausage, bacon, eggs, beans, maybe some tomato and mushrooms, toast, with coffee, tea and juice to wash it all down.

Standing behind Scott at the counter, I pressed into him from behind as he leaned back against me. Turning his head towards me, I almost admitted that he was making me feel twenty years younger in that moment. I still managed to pull a beautiful twink every couple of weeks, but there was still innocence in the boy currently in front of me, considering he was almost untouched.

My son was the first to walk in, as naked as Scott and I were. He stopped and smiled at both of us, glancing down his body to see my son almost took after his father in one department, at least. “You’re not going to fuck him here in the kitchen are you, Dad?”

“You’re being quite laid back about this, Steven.”

“We’re all adults here, and you did say nudity wasn’t going to be a problem. And Scott’s had the hots for you for ages now. I’m surprised you haven’t fucked him already considering he said he was going to join you in bed last night.”

“You didn’t warn him off?”

“Why would I? He’s eighteen and free to make his own choices. And I know you’d treat my friends right, Dad. I know you don’t do relationships but I know you wouldn’t treat them like shit. You’d make sure they had a good time.”

Running my hands up and down Scott’s slim body, I replied, “Well, I certainly make sure any lover I’m with has a good time, whether I’m sucking cock, having mine sucked, or whether I’m being fucked or I’m the one fucking.” Pulling Scott tight to my body, pressing my cock against him, he released a moan that had my son chuckling. “I think Scott’s excited, by the way.”

“Totally want to cum again,” he murmured.

“If you want to masturbate, go right ahead.” He turned to meet my eyes. I shrugged as I put on an apron. “I’ve said nudity won’t be a problem, and this is a sex positive house. If you want to masturbate, go for it. If you want to have sex, go for it. Want to shove a toy up your butt, go for it then make sure you wash it afterwards.”

“What about me, Dad?” Steven wondered.

“Already walked in on you masturbating more than once, Steven. It’ll be nothing I haven’t seen before. Yes, Çanakkale Escort it’ll be weird if you got your dick out in front of me and started jerking off, so I’m hoping that, considering I’m your father, you would think about that before doing it. But want to do it with some friends? Masturbating with others is always a lot more fun.” Patting Scott on the butt, I added, “I need to start preparing breakfast. So if you need to jerk off, there’s some great porn in the living room.”

“Dad does have the best gay porn. It’s totally hot.”

I had tried to limit my son’s exposure to porn, as it can affect developing minds in regards to their expectations regarding sex. But considering the internet, it’s almost impossible to police it unless you put in all sorts of safeguards. That would limit my access to porn. I only looked at it occasionally while browsing for new films. I enjoyed watching a film with the occasional lover.

“Can I, Dad?” he asked.

“You’re eighteen, Steven, but thank you for asking. Go have some fun with your friends. I’ll have breakfast ready soon.”

The two boys disappeared into the living room as I started getting breakfast ready. I heard excitement from Wayne and Mike as they no doubt walked in on Scott and Steven watching a little porn and probably already stroking themselves off. Charlie walked into the kitchen as naked as everyone else. He was as cute as Scott, a definite twink, similar blonde hair but a pair of gorgeous hazel eyes. He was as hard as everyone else in the household, it seemed, with maybe six inches between his legs.

“May I have a drink please?” he asked politely.

I returned a smile first. “Charlie, you’ve been a guest in this house far more times than I can count. Help yourself to anything you want.”

He confidently approached me, reaching under the apron to grasp my cock. “What if I want this?”

I smirked at his bravado. Leaning down to his ear, I growled, “I’d be careful what you wish for, little boy.” He shuddered, which made me chuckle. “I do like the confidence, Charlie. Men like that.”

“What Scott did kind of helped. The fact he’s sitting out there naked, unable to stop smiling about the fact his back and butt still have cum stains from you masturbating next to him last night…”

“Get yourself a drink and your cute butt back out into the living room. I’ll call when breakfast is ready.”

“Sure you don’t want to cum on me too?”

“Don’t tempt me, little boy, otherwise I’ll drench your face in my spunk.”

He grabbed some juice from the fridge. Before he left, I beckoned him to me with a finger, leaning down and giving him a soft kiss on the lips. That made him blush and left him a little speechless, turning him around and patting his butt, telling him to scoot. I heard a bit of giggling from the living room, and other comments that suggested they were enjoying the movie they were watching. Having a quick peek, Scott and Mike were masturbating, the other three either watching them or the movie, I reckoned doing their best not to touch themselves just yet.

Calling them in for breakfast once it was ready, it was obvious that Scott and Mike had both cum all over themselves. Charlie looked like he was close to orgasm. Wayne walked around confidently with a thick erection, certainly the most well-hung of the five boys, while I think my son was a little overwhelmed by it all as he was looking a little rosy cheeked.

They enjoyed breakfast, at least, filling themselves as they certainly cleared all the food available. Polite as ever, the five all thanked me for breakfast, my son suggesting they all help clear the kitchen and wash everything up. Steven took me by the hand, forcing me to sit down on the lounge, returning a couple of minutes later with a fresh coffee. “Take a load off, Dad. You’ve already done a lot for us the past couple of days.”

“Just looking after my son.”

He smiled at me. “Love you, Dad.”

“Love you back, son.”

His four guests left mid-morning. At least they were not all hungover. They’d had a bit to drink the previous day and night but had paced themselves the entire time. Wondering if I should at least put on some underwear, my son eventually joined me in the living room without putting on a stitch of clothing, sitting next to me on the couch as we watched a little cricket.

“You’re not weirded out?” I asked.

“No. Are you?”

“I mean, I guess we can’t do this all the time, but…”

“So you told Scott about your first time? With Uncle Peter?”

The name made me chuckling again. My son had been calling him that since he was a small child. He’d eventually learned that Peter wasn’t my brother but one of many lovers, but the name stuck and Peter did enjoy being called the title. As far as I knew, he’d never called any of my other regular lovers anything other than their first name, if he’d even met them.

“Well, more than just my first time, to be honest. Peter and I were pretty Çanakkale Escort Bayan much in a relationship from the first time we fooled around until we ended up in this city for university. It was only after we started that things changed. We were close and remained lovers, but we’d long agreed that we were going to have a lot of fun while at university. I’d always know that I wasn’t going to settle down for a long time.” I turned to meet my son’s eyes. “Are you sure you want to hear all this?”

“Consider it education for when I get to university. Perhaps I’d like to share some of the same experiences.”

“Did you want to have sex with Mike last night?” He blushed but eventually nodded. “Okay, let’s be honest, why didn’t you?”

“Why didn’t you fuck Scott?”

“Because he’s one of your close friends, and a near forty year old man fucking an eighteen year old, barely out of high school, isn’t always a good look.”

“What put me off being with Mike is that I was sharing a room with at least two others. I want my first time to be a little bit more special than that. You only get one first time. I’m not saying I want it to be perfect, or to match some ridiculous ideal. But I would like it to mean something to both of us. I know Mike really likes me, so if it does happen, I want us both to be sure.”

“Well, I guess I could say the same thing about Scott. Yes, I’m aware he has a crush on me, like most of your friends seem to have. But I also want him to be sure before we make that leap.”

“Got any stories from university you’d feel comfortable sharing with your son?”

Shrugging, I replied, “Well, considering we’re sitting here naked while watching the cricket, telling you about some of my sexual past isn’t really that big a deal. The idea that it might turn you on is a little weird.”

“Want me to call Scott back?”

I gave it some thought. “Fuck it, invite him back over. Anyone else you want to invite?”

“Maybe Mike?” he asked quietly.

“You got enough lube in your room?”

“Yeah…”

“Want more advice?” He met my eyes and nodded. “It’ll be your first time. You know how to keep yourself prepped and ready. If you are intimate with Mike, don’t have him wear a condom. Have him bareback you. Trust me, Steven, it’ll feel a million times better, particularly when he cums in you that first time.”

“It’s really that good?”

“Can’t think of many things that are better, to be honest.”

Steven made a couple of calls. Scott was the first to arrive, I reckon having raced over. He had a backpack, so was likely assuming he’d be staying the night. As soon as he was inside, he stripped off and joined us on the couch. Mike arrived a little later, the couch large enough to accommodate the four of us. Finding myself sat between my son and Scott was a little weird, with Mike on the other side of Steven.

“Okay, what was I going to share? Ah, that’s right. My first couple of weeks at university. So what I told Scott yesterday was about my first real gay relationship with Peter, our first time together and then our sexual relationship through the end of high school and towards our first semester at university. I also added in other elements, such as coming out of the closet to friends and family. Not everyone could accept it. Except my father, those people are no longer in my life. My father has gotten used to the idea over the years. He still doesn’t know about you, Steven. It’s your decision to share your sexuality with anyone.”

“I told Grandma. She was happy for me.”

“You tell your aunties too?”

“I told them after I told you first.”

“Good lad. What about you, Scott?”

“My parents don’t give a shit. Long as I’m happy, they say.”

“Good. Mike?”

“Well, considering I have little to do with my father anyway, the only people that really matter are my mother and my step-father. Both were a little surprised, as I only realised I was gay during my last year at high school. Took a while for me to come to terms with my own sexuality. I just bit the bullet and told them the truth. They’re fine with it.”

“At least you realised now and not another ten years down the road, when you’re possibly married with kids. Still happens quite a bit nowadays. Or men will have affairs and that’s just unfair on everyone. You okay with the nudity, Mike?”

“Of course. I love looking at men. If you don’t mind me saying, you’re rather fit.”

“I do look after myself, Mike. How much do you lift?”

“Probably not as much as you just yet!”

“I do have a twenty year head start. Anyway, story time, if you’re really interested in hearing about it.”

“I am,” Scott whispered, “Then maybe you can take me into your bedroom afterwards?”

“Please fuck him, Dad. He really wants to.”

“Only if you let Mike fuck you, as it’s obvious you both want to. And before you worry, Mike, I’d prefer you fuck in my house than somewhere else. I know you’re both safe here.”

“I’m Escort Çanakkale keen if you are, Steven,” Mike stated softly.

“Story time first,” my son stated, surprised he wanted to hear more about my life.

Clearing my throat, I found myself smiling at thousands of good memories came flooding back.

*****

Getting into the swing of university life didn’t take too long. The feeling of independence was certainly appreciated. Sure, I missed the fact my mother had looked after me regarding things like laundry and cooking meals, but I’d always helped around the house. When it came to meals, it was just keeping it cheap and simple, considering I was living on a budget. I found my room-mates liked to work as a team, introduced very quickly to a rota so we kept the common areas — the living room and kitchen — clean, while rooms were our own responsibility.

Living in a house of attractive men, the flirting was brazen and I learned very quickly that things like nudity was almost expected at times. On only my second night in the house, I walked into the living room to find one of my roommates receiving a blowjob. He just grinned while I’d been warned about such things. I still came to a stop, simply due to the surprise, before I shook my head, chuckling away.

Two nights later, I walked in on two of my roommates enjoying a threesome, fucking another young man in both ends. “Want a go next?” Paul asked, “I reckon he’d like another cock in him. Would you like that, boy?”

Paul was twenty-one years old and fit as fuck. Daniel was having his cock blown. He was twenty-three and doing his masters then doctorate. No idea who they were fucking but I could only assume he was my age. He certainly looked young.

“Would he mind?” I had to ask.

“He’s here to be fucked. Trust me, if the others were home, they’d be lining up to have a go. I’ll cum in him then you can slide that cock of yours inside him.”

We had discussed my personal life to a point before I’d moved in. They knew about Peter and the fact he’d been the only man I’d been with. My future roommates had a chuckle at that, telling me that, if I played my cards right, by the time I left university, I should be well into double digits. If that interested me, at least. I told them I’d come to this university as I knew about its reputation and I wanted to take advantage of that.

Grabbing a beer, I sat on the couch as Paul fucked the eighteen year old boy hard until he left a load inside him. Daniel was still having his cock sucked, so after Paul pulled out, I lubed up and slid my cock inside him. No idea what his name was, and I guess it didn’t really matter. I knew there was a good chance I’d be having quite a bit of anonymous sex going forward.

“Fuck, he’s tight,” I moaned once my cock was buried, “Love a tight, warm boypussy though.”

“He’s just turned eighteen,” Paul explained, sipping at the bottle of beer I’d brought into the living room, “Picked him up a couple of hours ago. He knew about this household.”

Laughing, I had to admit, “Yeah, I’ve already heard this household has a bit of a reputation. Glad I live here.”

“You like being fucked?” Daniel asked.

“Not experienced it yet, but definitely want to try. I’m aware there are quite a few gay guys playing for the rugby team. I’ve already signed up to play. Hope I might get a little action there.”

Both of them laughed. “A little action? The rugby team is notorious for group sex after games on a Saturday. Trust me, you’ll be fucked and be fucking all the time with that bunch of lads.”

Focusing on fucking the young man, Daniel came in his mouth as I was gently fucking him, hands at his hips, occasionally running my hands up and down the smooth pale skin on his back. The boy turned to smile at me, dazzling me with a pair of gorgeous blue eyes. Pulling him up to rest against my chest, he turned so I could kiss him, tasting Daniel’s cum on his lips and tongue.

“Fuck me,” he moaned softly.

“Kid knows how to fuck, at least,” Paul stated.

“Lot of practice with Peter, to be honest,” I replied, not taking my eyes off the boy’s face, continuing to thrust into him at an even tempo, wanting to last as long as possible. “What’s your name, cutie?”

“Simon.”

“You a first year student like me?” He nodded. “Hope to see you around campus again.”

“With a cock like yours, you can fuck me anywhere, anytime.”

Paul and Daniel both chuckled. “Well, our new roommate does have an impressive dick,” Paul stated.

“And seems to know how to use it,” Daniel added.

Simon eventually slumped forward, resting his head on his forearms. I mounted him so I could gently drive my cock into him. I loved the moans he was making the faster I was thrusting, savouring the feeling of how deep I was getting. Grabbing his hands, he begged me to keep going and to last as long as I could. I was still fucking him when two other roommates walked in to find me still fucking our young guest.

“Ah, nice to see Mark is already getting involved,” Tony stated, giving my arse a slap, “Cute butt, by the way.”

“You fucked him already, Paul? Let me guess, you picked him up at the student bar?”

“Guilty as charged.”

“Is he open to being fucked by others?” Chris wondered.

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She was a class act woman in public who knew what she wanted. Her thirst for sex was like mine, in control of her. We found out we were both sluts.

Our first meeting over lunch after church meeting singles mixer. We talked and found we had a lot in common. We agreed to a first date on the next Friday We had a kiss goodbye in the parking lot she pressed her breast against me and french kissed, when I asked to try again we had full body contact kiss. I know she felt me dick getting hard and she pressed firmly against him. Wow, I wanted her right there but we both had kids to pick up.

On our first date I picked her up at her house and off to dinner about 5 blocks away. After dinner we went back to her house to look at the movie ads in the paper and have a glass of wine. I got a house tour that ended in her bedroom. We kissed for a while and we were both getting hot. I felt her up and she stepped away, only to toss off her knit top Beylikdüzü Escort and drop her front hook bra then back to me. I slid my hands down to her ass and pulled her to me firmly. I grabbed her tit and moved a hand down her ass then up under her skirt, she wasn’t wearing panties!! She spread her lags apart and she was wet!! YES!!

I reached to unfasten my belt and she stepped away again as I undid my belt, while she slid her elastic top skirt. OMG, she was naked as she dropped to her knees grabbing my zipper. She pulled my pants and under pants down to kiss devour my cock. I was never so happy to be wearing a long sleeve shirt with a tie and a tee. While she went wild on my cock I smelled then tasted her pussy juice on my finger to be sure she kept her pussy clean, yum. I took my time even undoing those stupid buttons halfway up the sleeve. When I was fully nude kissed him, stood up and kissed me, She led me to Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan the bed and said “Fuck me with that big dick”. I don’t know why I didn’t cum right then. I loved it she got turned on when we both talked dirty. It was about an hour later we took a break for the wine. We made love for hours.

On the second date, the same restaurant but this time in a corner booth (with me on the right because she noticed I dresses to the right) She kept her left breast against me a lot; her hand was on my cock when we weren’t eating- my hand was feeling her leg- rubbing the inside of her thigh and lightly brushing her pussy lips (I found the elastic top skirt front hook demi-bra and no panties was the way she dressed for every date). After the waiter offered a desert we declined and he went for the check. I slid my finger into her pussy then licked licked it telling her I know what I wanted for desert. We went Escort Beylikdüzü back to her house for more of the same. She kicked her flats off at the door and led me upstairs. She was naked in 5 seconds and back down on her knees. I always respond to the fuck me command.

During our second month together I made reservations for dinner but got to her house 15 minutes early. I jokingly said we could fool around as we were kissing She stepped back-walked to the back of the couch- bent over it- pulled her skirt up-stuck her ass out- gave me the “Fuck me right here.” command. I obeyed. A little later that month we went to a 7pm movie on a warm Saturday night then to a restaurant at the same mall. There was a 30 minute wait for a table so we walked out to a small creek behind the restaurant to make out and wait. It was dark and we started to make out. She stepped back, bent over against a tree, stuck her ass out and asked me to fuck her right there”. It’ so nice to lift her skirt up and find no panties and a wet pussy. That’s my kind of appetizer. I love warm summer nights. Mom was right a gentleman should always have a clean handkerchief for his lady. In public we were always prim and proper, alone we were both in slut heaven.

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The 42 foot craft, Diamond Gems, sliced across the gentle waters of Cape Cod Bay, heading for Boston. Sexy Melanie Wilson was at the helm as her partner, Suze and I relaxed under the canopy at the stern. Suze was just a few years younger than Mel, who was in her early forties.

Mel was about 5-7, with black hair worn in a military style crew cut. Her breasts, at least 36D but still firm due to her athleticism, bobbed under her sun dress. She was curvy, but in the way that a female athlete can be, at about 150 pounds, with a round, firm ass. And when she lifted her hand to shade her eyes, she revealed that her underarms were unshaven, with dark tufts becoming matted with perspiration under the hot sun.

Suze was beautiful as well, slender, maybe 5-5, with long blonde hair down to mid back and 34b sized breasts in a bikini top that did nothing to shield her hard, erect nipples, stimulated by the crisp ocean breeze. Her well-toned ass was barely covered by a white thong.

Just the previous night, I had enjoyed a passionate threesome with my friend and co-worker Phillippe and Melanie’s twin brother, Marc. I felt that evening was the capper on my weekend on Cape Cod that started with the escalation of my friendship with Phillippe to a whole new level. And when I enjoyed a final blissful experience with Marc and Phillippe the following morning, I thought nothing could be better.

I had awoken before Marc and Phillippe. As I rolled over to hit the head, I saw the hard-on Marc had as he slept. I quickly peed and returned to the bed. Crawling quietly aside Marc, I surrounded his coçk with my mouth. Slowly, I began sucking, licking, kissing his 8″ uncut cock. As it grew even harder, I licked under his foreskin as his precum coated my lips.

Marc began to stir, reaching down to caress my head as I worshipped his cock. I caressed, squeezed his balls, their size filling my hand. My free hand wrapped around the monster cock that began to throb, drool, and thrust into my mouth. Marc squeezed my shoulders, his hips rocking in rhythm with my mouth. And with a loud groan, he came, filling my mouth with his sweet yet sour jizz. I swallowed, then rose and kissed him softly. I rolled onto the bed aside Phillippe, who had just awoken. Marc slipped out of bed, dressed and headed above deck to bring the boat back to port for his sister, Mel, who had called earlier to ask if she could take her girlfriend over to Boston on board.

Phillippe rolled on top of me, rubbing my hard cock against his. He reached down between us, stroking our cocks together, spreading our shared precum over my cockhead. Between my arousal from giving Marc head and Phillippe’s expert hand, I did not have the will to prolong my pleasure. After one more gentle tug and twist from Phillippe, I came between us, covering my belly with cum, and was quickly treated to a substantial hot load of jizz as Phillippe came right after me.

I became aware of the boat’s motor roaring to life as we got underway, heading back to Provincetown. Feeling satisfied, I had no inkling of the pleasures that still awaited me.

The Diamond Gemswas co-owned by Melanie and Marc, a gift from their wealthy parents. It was named in honor of their successful college sports achievements, Marc as a baseball pitcher and Melanie as a slugging softball catcher. Marc had been drafted by a major league team but was derailed by an elbow injury. Melanie was invited to try out for the Olympics but chose to pursue her nursing career.

Upon arrival in the harbor, Mel and Suze awaited Marc, ready to take over the boat. Suze had received three box seats for that day’s Red Sox game at Fenway Park from a professional contact. Marc and Phillippe had discussed hanging out together on Sunday, and both knew I was a huge Sox fan. I gleefully accepted the chance to tag along with the ladies on the boat to Boston so we could catch a game at Fenway.

It was to be the last day on the Cape Çanakkale Escort for Phillippe and me anyways, so I had arranged to collect my gear from the weekend rental we had shared and caught up to the ladies back at the boat. After the game, I would stay overnight in Boston and fly back to California the next day.

Mel recognized me from our brief meeting the previous day at her brother’s veterinary practice and gave me a firm handshake. She introduced Suze, her partner, a pharmaceutical sales rep, who smiled and hugged me, pressing her breasts against me and instantly making my cock twitch.

We settled in for the short trip across the harbor to Boston, enjoying the cool air and warm sun. We hit it off quickly, as Mel playfully interrogated me about what Marc, Philippe and I had been doing below deck last night Her wild speculation even exceeded our actual activities. I was impressed by the levels of eroticism she imagined! Of course, she had in-depth knowledge of Marc’s previous conquests. I felt quite comfortable sharing my life story – my previous marriage, details of my kids, and my attraction to women as well as my sexual enjoyment of men.

In no time, we arrived in Boston Harbor and caught an Uber to Fenway Park. We had become truly comfortable with each other after a few drinks and some personal sharing on the boat. We joked and laughed freely all the way to the park.

The game was entertaining, with Red Sox bats quickly putting it out of reach of the visiting Blue Jays. Unfortunately, Mother Nature was a more challenging adversary, as clouds and rain rolled in around the fourth inning. With the downpour not expected to end, the game was called as official after a wet fifth inning.

Soaked and chilled, we decided to seek shelter for the night at a hotel next to the ballpark until the rain let up. As luck would have it, there was only one room with double beds available, and all agreed that we’d probably fall asleep in minutes anyway. All soaked to the bone, we trudged to the room with just the clothes on our backs.

Once out of the rain, it was decided that hit showers and warm beds would solve all. The ladies took showers first as I sat in the room’s desk chair and watched TV. They soon emerged from the bathroom wrapped in bath towels and spread their wet clothes around the room to dry.

I was sent into the bathroom, with instructions to toss my wet clothes out after dis-robing. Suze stuck her hand through the doorway to take them, instructing me to come out with the towel on, after my shower, as they had.

I quickly jumped under the shower, lathered up in the refreshing hot water…paying extra attention to my cock as I thought about the beautiful ladies in their towels. I had to remind myself that they were a couple, and I was probably hindering their evening together.

After showering, I realized that the room was only provided with two bath towels, and no floor mat! There was one hand towel, but I couldn’t cover much with them! I called out to the ladies, asking for a bath towel, and was met by Mel’s giggling. I began to suspect that I had been pranked!

“Use the hand towel. love, you don’t have that much to cover,” was Suze’s response.

“Just cover yourself with it, and jump under the covers when you come out!” Yelled Mel.

We were all adults, so I held the towel over my crotch and strode out, planning on slipping into bed. I was suddenly confused by the sight of both beds pushed together on one side of the room, and the ladies hugging all of the bedspreads and sheets, on the furthest corner of the beds, laughing hysterically. They even had all the room pillows beyond my reach along with all of our clothes.

I was powerless, with no options to cover myself; it was a brilliant execution of a practical joke, and I began to laugh along with Mel and Suze. When I tossed the hand towel aside, the room erupted in shrieks of faux shock! Suddenly, towels and clothes were flying everywhere as the ladies Çanakkale Escort Bayan unloaded the bed. Just as quickly, a pillow fight erupted! I was besieged with the blows as Mel leapt from the bed, totally nude, attacking me from the front and Suze lunging from behind, her bath towel falling away as well.

Never one to shrink from a challenge, I scooped up a pillow and joined the fray. As I swung it towards Suze, Mel landed a blow to my legs and I lost my balance. I fell onto the bed, on my back, and the room was filled with our laughter. Before I could recover, Mel leapt onto the bed, and, facing my feet, knelt on my arms, with her hands on my wrists, pinning me down.

Even in this vulnerable position, unable to wriggle free under the grips of an Olympic class athlete, I couldn’t help but think that it was an enviable situation – I was looking directly up at her pussy and ass, inches from my face.

It had been a couple of years since I had been with a woman. I wasn’t sure if anything was going to happen that night, but I was not adverse to the opportunity to explore our desires together. And I was enjoying their company – intelligent, charming, fun, honest, and forthright. Oh and very sexy!

I have an attraction to a woman who has hair around her pussy. Mel was certainly in that category. She kept a trimmed panty line, but the dark curly hair around her pussy lips was beautiful and enticing to me. And those lips! Long, dark, dangling inner lips that just would be perfect to lick…suck… And the way her dark and curlies framed her puckered pink asshole further enthralled me!

I almost forgot about my predicament – lying prone and powerless, naked and exposed. And yet, I wasn’t complaining!

Suze suddenly popped into view above my face, planting an open-handed slap on Mel’s ass cheek followed by a wet kiss. She leaned close to me, her beautiful breasts swaying, light pink nipples fully erect, and planted a wet, long kiss on my lips. She gazed at my view of Mel’s ass and smirked.

“Like what you see, James?” she asked me, as she slowly slid her hand down Mel’s ass, between her cheeks, resting her long, sexy fingers on Mel’s pussy.

Mel let out a moan and I felt my heart skip. Oh how I wanted to bury my face in her pussy.

Just as quickly, Suze slipped from view, and seemed to be looking for something in the room.

“Here it is!” She said in a sing-song voice. “Let’s see how our naughty boy likes this!”

As I was the only “boy” there…and I was definitely having naughty thoughts about Mel, I was wondering what was coming!

As if I was in a WWF wrestling match and being double teamed, I felt Suze lift my legs and pass them to Mel, who slid her knee down to my right wrist, freeing her arm to hold my legs against her. So I was on my back, arms pinned by Mel’s knees and one hand, my legs wrapped up in her other arm, my ass exposed.

“Whack” went the TV remote against my ass! It stung so bad, I couldn’t even tell which cheek took the blow!

Suze let out a “whoop” and a maniacal laugh, and brought the remote down again, even harder!

This time, my face went flush and I let an “OW” escape.

Mel admonished Suze, “C’mon girl, not everyone likes it rough, like you!” She let my legs go and slipped off my arms, sliding down next to me, and cuddling up at my side, leaning close and kissing me in one motion.

“We’re just having a little fun!” Whined Suze, sliding up on my other side, with her hand between my legs, cradling my balls. “He’s smaller than Marc, at least when he’s soft!”

Suze leaned across me, as her palm glided up over my cock, her fingers wrapping around it, her lips pressing to Mel’s in a passionate kiss.

I moaned, feeling a tingle through my cock, as my arms wrapped around the two gorgeous ladies. I lifted my head, and received an equally passionate kiss from Suze…then Mel.

“Ah, now we know what you have!” Cooed Suze as my cock became hard in her hand. “Mel, Escort Çanakkale look what I found!”

As Suze dropped her lips to my nipple, Mel slid down and began kissing my pubes…balls…and the tip of my cock. Suze’s gentle strokes made my cock ooze precum, and Mel’s warm, soft tongue scooped it up.

“Mmmm, tasty!” Mel whispered, before taking just the head into her mouth. “Mmmmmm”

Mel’s technique was incredible, alternately sucking and licking, as Suze stroked and twisted her fingers around just the base.

“Ohhhhh that feels incredible!” I sighed, watching Mel work my cock.

Suze slid her hand under my balls, and began playing with my tight hole, just as her teeth found my nipple, biting enough to intensify my pleasure. I watched her remove her hand from between my legs, slide it between her own legs, then returning her now-glistening wet middle finger to my asshole, pressing it deep!

Sensing that I wouldn’t be able to take much more of her cock sucking, Mel released me from her mouth and moved up to kiss me.

“I wonder if Marc sucks cock as well as I do, James!” She grinned. “But now it’s my turn!”

Mel scrambled to her knees and once again, straddled my head, this time not pinning my arms. As she started to lower her pussy to my face, I slid my hands over the small of her back, guiding her ass to my lips. My soft, wet kisses in her tight, hairy puckered hole caused Mel to sigh and moan. When I added the tip of my tongue, her moans got even deeper.

“Ooh, Baby, you found out what she loves best!” Suze whispered, as she suddenly straddled my cock and took me deep inside her. Suze leaned close, her tongue finding Mel’s pussy, as my tongue explored her asshole.

Mel began to hump our tongues, bucking and grinding, as Suze gyrated on my cock, squeezing it inside her pussy. I thrust my hips, pushing deeper inside her, knowing I couldn’t take much more. As Mel began to orgasm, my cock exploded inside Suze, unleashing wave after wave…unlike any orgasm I’d had in years!

Mel slid off my face, reclining on the bed, caressing my chest, as Suze decided she wanted to straddle my face. I felt her cum-filled pussy slide up my belly, and saw my cum oozing out just as she landed it on my lips.

It was my first look at Suze’s sweet pussy, framed by wispy dark blonde hairs. She reached down, parted her inner lips, and let what I can only describe as globs of my cum mixed with her juices fall on my mouth. Before I could react, her pussy pressed to my lips, and I tasted us both. My tongue parted her lips, swirling from her clit to her depths, scooping more cum, then returning to her swollen bud. As I ate her, Mel slipped a wet finger into her ass, massaging her gently.

Suze was already well on her way to orgasm before Mel fingered her, but it only intensified the experience! She let loose a deep sound I could only describe as a “ROOOAAARRR” followed by softening whimpers.

Suze was spent, seemingly exhausted, as she slid down off my face, reclining between Mel and me, where Mel and she morphed into a tight embrace, arms and legs entwined, kissing as tenderly as I’ve ever seen two people do.

I watched for a few moments and realized that they were falling asleep. Gentle deep breaths and snores – or snurgles, like babies do – quickly filled the room. I slid off the bed, grabbed a sheet, and covered the sleeping lovers. I curled up on the other half of the bed and slept for a few hours.

At dawn, realizing that my flight back to California was in just five hours, and that my luggage was on the boat, I grabbed a quick shower. I put on my still-damp clothes, and called for an Uber for a ride to the harbor.

Leaning down to the ladies, I kissed Suze lightly on the cheek. Mel stirred, opened an eye, and asked, “Leaving?”

“Yes, early flight. But last night was the most wonderful experience I’ve ever had!” I whispered.

“Mmmm, yessssss, Suze and I think you’re such a sweetheart! Grab my phone and text me your number, ok?” Whispered Mel.

We exchanged contact info, I kissed Mel…and she kissed me… deeply…and Suze opened her eyes, we kissed, deeply…and I slipped out the door. One never knows what the future brings, but knowing Mel and Suze is certainly not the worst thing that could happen!

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I can still remember the day when I first saw a corselet. It was in a shop in the town where I grew up and a friend’s mother took us in there so that she could collect one. The shop was located down an alleyway and their window display featured mannequins wearing the restrictive underwear or foundation garments as they are more commonly known. This was the 1980’s and fashion trends had moved away from this restrictive and some might say uncomfortable underwear, but to me I had a moment where I wondered what it would be like to be cocooned inside one of these satin items and feel the wiring, boning and zips pressing against me. As a young adult woman I had a moment where I saw something I thought looked wonderful.

The shop was incredibly old-fashioned back then with women dressed in identical clothing serving and stock displayed in glass counters. I remember my friend’s mother being handed her purchase in a large brown paper bag at a time when most shops had switched to plastic and taking advantage of the opportunity to market themselves.

I forgot about the experience and never thought about it again until a year ago. I had moved away from home after university and my parents moved too. They both died within a year of each other and I found out then that they still used the solicitors in the town where we lived. I was invited Çanakkale Escort to visit the solicitor to sort out the final details of the estate and so one morning I set off to revisit the past. I was in quite a state at the time as losing both parents in a short space of time and I was currently going through a divorce.

I decided to walk from the station and because I was early had planned to have a coffee but as I got closer to the alleyway where the underwear shop had been I got curious. I stopped and peered down expecting it to have closed years ago and the site change hands just like all of the shops in the vicinity but as I looked I could see it was still there. Not much had changed, the window still displayed a selection of corsetry and foundation garments on mannequins but the display was not dated. I was curious now and the stirrings of my youth when I imagined what it would be like to wear one of these things came back.

I went inside and it felt like not much had changed. The assistants still wore the same matching blouses and skirts but were younger and there was a young woman who I later learned was the Manageress. “Can I help you,” one of them asked and instead of mumbling something about just looking or escaping, I proudly said I’d like to buy a corselet. I was shown a range and told about Çanakkale Escort Bayan the features of ones that had a crotch or suspenders for FF nylons, which they also stocked. I asked if I could try one on and after measuring me they found one my size.

Putting it on was a challenge as it was restrictive and tight but eventually I squeezed myself into it. It felt quite uncomfortable to begin with but soon I acclimatised myself to it and started to enjoy the sensation. I had also been lent some stockings to try and once my ensemble was complete I couldn’t help but spend time admiring what I had felt had become an unattractive figure into the stylish woman I could be again.

I decided to go ahead and purchase it along with some stockings and they put everything into one of the large brown paper bags I had seen so many years ago. I smiled as I could see business was good and when I asked about it they told me that they had women from far and wide visit or send orders as they struggled to obtain the high quality foundation wear they sold. I was a bit worried about taking the bag to the solicitors and so they agreed to hold it for me until later.

The business at the solicitors was straight forward and was over within an hour. As I left I smiled at the thought of picking up my package and returned Escort Çanakkale to the station via the shop. On the train back I kept thinking of the contents and wondered if I should change in the train loo. Halfway back curiosity got the better of me and I went to change. I had worn a skirt suit for the day, one of the few chances I got nowadays and I must admit I felt fabulous as I put my jacket and high heels back on after changing into the corselet and stockings. I looked around the carriage afterwards at the men on the train and wondered if I should invite one into the loo for a quick shag but decided not to.

As the train arrived at my destination I strode off it feeling great and walked home where I was glad to find I was alone. I felt so horny by now and rushed upstairs to the bedroom and still fully clothed my hand reached up my skirt and I started to touch myself through the fabric of my knickers while my other hand massaged my breast though the fabric of my blouse and the thick fabric of the corselet underneath. Soon I was getting excited and my hand slipped inside my now wet panties and I stimulated myself first running the outside and then sliding a finger into my now soaking snatch. When my climax came it was immense and I had forgotten how could it could feel.

I now have a selection of foundation garments and I wear them most days. I have decided I like the feel of being confined inside them and it has made me feel like an attractive woman again. I have also been experimenting with corsets, especially bustless ones that allow my large breasts to be exposed when lovemaking and I will tell you more soon.

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Meeting Lamara

The first time I met Lamara it was in an office environment, she was the case worker for a young woman who’d been picked up by the uniformed branch for street walking. Whilst prostitution is legal in most states in Australia, sex workers need to be registered and either work for a massage parlour or an escort agency and submit to regular STD tests, and be drug free.

One of her clients Mylene had turned to freelance prostitution to pay for her drug habit and it was her intoxication that led the police to pull her up for a random drug test. She failed in spectacular fashion when she lost her balance and wound up on the pavement. That was when the officers saw the scars on her wrist where she’d attempted suicide. When they went through the shopping bag they found baby formula and some tinned baby food, stolen from a supermarket. Calls were made and two more officers arranged to meet Lamara at the flat in Beaconsfield Parade. One thing led to another and the task of liaising with the Social Welfare department was handballed to me, which was why I was sitting in Lamara’s office two days later.

“She’s in a bad way,” Lamara eyed me over the rim of her coffee cup, “but we’re hoping that with some timely intervention she might just make a clean break of it, but I’m curious as to why you’re here, Senior detective Lisa MacDonald?” Lamara glanced at the card in front of her.

She looked up at me and smiled as she went on.

“She did steal baby formula and tinned food, but it hardly warrants a visit from the Major Crimes division,” her eyes shifted to me, “is she a friend? Or are you doing someone a favour?”

“Neither,” I shifted in my seat, “but the last time she appeared on the radar was when the police questioned this man,” I tapped my tablet and placed it on the desk, “Raymond John Barrows, he’s suspected for the murder of two rival drug dealers and he’s also involved in a major ice distribution network.”

“I’ve seen the face once or twice,” she replied, “but what’s Mylene doing with this character? He’s a bit above her pay grade.”

“He has a habit of keeping a younger woman around who can carry things for him that he’d like to keep hidden from the police, like drugs and guns.”

“I see,” Lamara flicked at her long blonde hair, “and you’d like to question her? What makes you think she’ll talk?”

“That’s why I’m here, she’s obviously in a bad way and while we’re under pressure to find a weak point we don’t want to push her over the edge. The department has come under a bit of fire lately for the way we’ve handled investigations in the recent and not so recent past.”

Lamara looked up as someone knocked on the door and a frown creased her brow as the door opened.

“Ms Ivanovich? The deputy wants to see you.”

“Tell her I’m busy,” she looked pensive.

“I told her that,” the woman glanced over her shoulder, “she said it’d take five minutes.”

Lamara sat back in her seat and let out an audible groan.

“I can come back if you like,” I offered.

She considered this for a few moments before shaking her head.

“Stay,” her eyes shifted, “Heidi, will you bring Detective MacDonald a coffee or tea?”

“Coffee,” I replied, “black and strong.”

“Like your men?” Lamara’s eyes twinkled.

“More like my women,” I grimaced.

She shot me a cheeky grin as she rose from her seat.

“To each their own,” she tucked the cream-coloured blouse further into her skirt, “I’ll be back in five minutes,” she clicked the mouse to lock the screen, “I’m really sorry about this.”

I wasn’t sorry. I was enjoying sitting in her office. She’d been one of our main liaisons between Victoria Police and the people we were interested in. My superiors were older than me and they could recall times when a good kicking got results, but with human rights high on the agenda and the press ready to record every misstep, they’d started working with the Department. Usually it was one of the boys who dropped in to see Lamara or someone else in her department, but I’d drawn the short straw and I was counting my lucky stars today.

She was a psychologist, and from what my colleagues had told me over the last few years she spoke several languages. Apparently, Ivanovich was not her family name, it was the name she’d taken when she married Boris and when they divorced she just hyphenated Ivanovich with her maiden name, Svensson to create Ivanovich-Svensson.

Lamara was thirty two with a generous mane of blonde hair that fell to her shoulderblades. Her eyes were blue and she had an aquiline-shaped face and an hourglass figure that often caught the eyes of the guys at the station along with her impeccable dress sense. Today she wore a beige blouse that was open to the third button and a dark brown, three-quarter length skirt.

“I won’t be long,” she nodded at me, “the goddess is calling.”

I smiled at the title, the goddess was the other name for Dr. Paulson, the deputy head of her department, those of us who’d been on the other side of the line to her had other more colourful names. Thus her use of that title was somewhat telling. I was left to Çanakkale Escort my own devices, more or less and because I hate sitting on my arse I got up to examine the office. Once a cop, always a cop, I’ve gone back to a woman’s house for a one night stand and never fail to examine her book collection, DVD collection, pictures and other things out on display.

Heidi brought me a cup of coffee about then and left me to my own devices. Lamara had her own office with its own lock, others below her pay grade shared an open plan office with cubicles. She had a doctorate in psychiatry and psychology along with several other degrees, one of which was in the field of Personal Relationships. I was still pondering what that was all about as I stood in front of a framed portrait of Lamara from a few years ago, judging by the longer hair and youthful look. She was wearing a black graduation gown over a white blouse, she had a plasterboard hat on and was holding a rolled up piece of paper.

“I was much younger then,” Lamara spoke up suddenly.

I turned around suddenly, she must have crept up on me and then I recalled she’d not worn her shoes when she left the office, it was one of those things you don’t see unless you’re looking for it, I’m a cop I should know these things.

“I was twenty two when I graduated the first time,” she advanced further into the office, “eighteen months later I was married and trying to work my way through a doctorate degree in psychiatry, eventually something had to give. Thank God it was my marriage and not my academic career,” she moved past me and sat down in the chair.

“What was Personal Relationships?” I sat down again.

“Sex therapy to be blunt,” she cracked a sly grin, “very entertaining course, my lecturer was one of those try anything types and there were a few students he tried to swing a leg over.”

“And did you?”

“That’s classified,” she typed in her password to unlock the screen, “right, where were we?”

“Mylene,” I replied, “we need to ask her a few questions.”

“And what protection will you provide her?”

“That all depends on the information she provides us.”

“I’ll make this easy for you,” she leaned on her elbows, “my main concern is the care and protection of anyone who is referred to us. We don’t discriminate on the basis of race, creed, sex or even legal status. I’ve had people from Border Control in here on their knees begging for information and I’ve sent them back with fuck all. Don’t let the pretty face fool you. If you try to pull a fast one over me you’d better be quick on the draw,” she leaned back and folded her arms.

“So, now that we’ve laid out the rules, what protection will you give Mylene? Assuming she even wants to talk to you about anything.”

I hesitated before replying.

“A full identity change, we’ll even do a whip around to see if we can raise some money to help her buy a few bits and pieces,” I examined my nails, “we don’t have an unlimited budget though, so let’s just put a cap on that one.”

“I’m quite into caps myself,” Lamara smiled crookedly, “all right, let me speak to her and I’ll come back to you with an answer and a time. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” I shifted in my seat.

“You’re different to the usual ones.”

“Define usual.”

“Well, most are men but apart from that you seem more pliable, I’m all for negotiating but I find too many out there just want to ride roughshod over you and keep going. I always say you should be nice to the people you meet on the way up because you’ll meet them again on the way down.”

“My sergeant says the feet you tread on today might be mysteriously attached to the arse you have to kiss tomorrow.”

“I’ve heard that before,” she fluffed at her hair, “well, I have work to do and so do you,” she pushed a notepad across the desk.

“Leave your contact details on that and I’ll call you soon.”

After I’d written my phone numbers and email down she nodded at the door.

“Okay, it was nice doing business with you, let’s hope Mylene is just as keen.”

I thought about Lamara a few times over the next three days, but despite the fact I found her attractive I didn’t think she’d fit into my world. I live in Box Hill and she lives in the plush suburb of Canterbury, you’ve got to have money to afford a house there and she didn’t seem to be the type of woman who’d take a rental. I could imagine her flitting through Camberwell market or dining alfresco at a café and watching the world go by.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I couldn’t dress up and blend in but I always found it too much of an effort and besides, I worked long hours and the last thing I wanted to do when I got home was to get all dolled up. I’m of average height with longish brown hair and a square chin, I’ve always thought my mouth was too big although it’s not unattractive. My dress sense is pretty good but I’m a plain clothes detective and we’re expected to dress the part. Nevertheless I still thought of myself as being the plain Jane when compared to some of my other female colleagues.

Maybe that’s why I felt kind of excited Çanakkale Escort Bayan when Lamara called me three days later.

“Well hello there… guess who’s a lucky girl?”

“Who is? Oh, hello, Doctor. Sorry, it took me a moment to realise it was really you.”

“I bet you say that to all the pretty girls,” she chuckled, “all right, have you got your good clothes on today?”

“Pretty much par for the course, why?”

“I’m due to meet Mylene at a café just near the halfway house. She’s agreed to have you present but bring something with you that will reassure her.”

“Like what?”

“Not an official witness protection document but some blurb that will reassure her you’re on her side, she’s anxious but on the plus side she’s not exactly bosom buddies with your mate.”

“Let me see what I can rustle up, I’ll talk to the old boy too and see if we can come to a verbal agreement, he’s keen to get something moving on the case.”

“All right, I’ll text you the address of the café and I’ll meet you there at fourteen thirty.”

The text came through a few moments later, the café was in Elsternwick, a suburb that is home to the biggest legal brothel in the state. The other picture that came to mind was a fleeting fantasy I’d entertained at various stages of my life of a woman lying on a couch with her blouse partially unbuttoned. The face usually changed to whatever woman I was seeing or about to see at the time, this time I saw Lamara. I spent a little more time over my outfit that morning, finally opting for a black trouser suit and white blouse.

“So, you think she’ll supply us with some information?” Bill Byres, my Senior Sergeant propped on his palm.

“More than likely but we need to offer her something in return, a reassurance that she won’t be left high and dry.”

“Tell her we’ll speak to the DPP and recommend her charges are dropped.”

“That’s a healthy start but what about witness protection?”

“I’d need to go further up the food chain and it all depends on what she’s offering.”

It wasn’t much but Bill wasn’t authorised to offer much more than that and so I printed out some information on witness protection and headed out to Elsternwick. As chance would have it, the café where we met up wasn’t far from the brothel. I actually felt more than a little excited at meeting up with Lamara again. However despite my best efforts at dressing up, she looked more sophisticated in a grey tartan skirt suit and red satin, pussybow blouse, the grey was matched with silver metallic stockings and dark grey suede ankle boots.

Even Mylene looked as if she’d made some effort to clean herself up although it was a tough ask, she had the pale drawn face of someone who’s addicted to illegal drugs and so I ordered a sandwich for her as well. Lamara was quiet and composed but when Mylene came out with a smartarse comment about police her eyes narrowed.

“Mylene, less of the insults and more of the other thing we talked about.”

“It’s all right, I’m kind of used to it,” I took out the folder I’d brought with me.

“We’re here about someone you had something to do with a few years ago,” I opened the folder to show the picture.

“What’s he done now?”

“Oh the usual, drug dealing, extortion and a little bashing now and then. We’re interested in any information you might have on him.”

“Like what?” Mylene looked at me, “don’t you have wire taps?”

“We do but he keeps finding them, we bugged his place just recently but the only conversations we overheard were staged.”

“He almost never talks business at home,” she replied, “but his solicitor has an office where they talk business.”

“His solicitor,” I frowned, “Eric Barnes?”

“No, he’s the official one but there’s a woman, Toni McLean. He’s been fucking her or so I heard, she handles the cash side of the business. If he wants to launder money she finds ways to do it,” her eyes shifted, “but that’s about all I can tell you.”

It wasn’t much although she did offer up a few little titbits like his holiday home in Sorrento that served as his home away from home and his obsession with changing cars every month.

“He’s paranoid the cops will bug him.”

That we already knew but I played dumb and then she dropped a juicy piece of information.

“He’s got this woman he sees from Clifton Hill, I don’t know her last name but she’s called Danni and she’s a cop.”

That was news to me because it explained why he had prior warning whenever we raided him, but she wasn’t giving up much more than that and so I let her finish the sandwich. We saw her back to the taxi I’d called for her and afterwards Lamara stood tapping her phone against the palm of her hand.

“A penny for your thoughts.”

“I think someone from the department is involved with Danni, I just don’t know if it’s the same Danni,” she frowned.

“What’s his name?”

“Lucy,” she replied, “just let me make a call,” she thumbed the screen and took a few steps away from me. She came back a minute or so later.

“Well they say lightning never strikes twice but she has been seeing a cop called Escort Çanakkale Danni, which means you might want to speak to Lucy.”

“That could be difficult if we’re trying hard to keep things under wraps.”

“So, what happens to Mylene? Is she going to get protection?”

“It’s more than likely, let me run it past my boss.”

“Here,” she touched her screen again, “let me give you my number, call me out of hours if you like and in the meantime I’ll make my own inquiries.”

“Okay but it’s a police matter.”

“It’s also a staff matter, we also try to keep our noses clean and if she’s been seeing someone with those kind of connections then we need more information. It might just be that Lucy is unaware of what’s going on, it wouldn’t be the first time. Love is blind after all,” she sent me a text and I sent a text in return.

“Okay, make some inquiries but for Christ’s sake be discreet. She might be innocent but if she thinks we’re looking at her girlfriend then she might say something.”

“Trust me, I know what I’m doing, all right, you take care and you will hear from me soon,” she smiled and nodded at me.

I had doubts about where this was all going to be honest, but I was happy to let her make some discreet inquiries in the hopes we’d find something. It took three days for Lamara to get back to me and as fate would have it I was sitting in the bath listening to my latest playlist when she called. I took one look at the number and half contemplated letting it go through to the message bank but then I swiped the screen.

“G’day, how’s it going?”

“You sound like you’re on speaker.”

“You’ll make a fine detective,” I grinned, “and I’m off duty so it’s Lisa, I’m in the bath right now.”

“Oh, shit, sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, just don’t ask me to switch to video.”

There was a pause and I thought she’d hung up but then she spoke again.

“I’ve found something out about our friend.”

“Uh huh?”

“Lucy’s not as keen on Danni as we thought, it was one of those pie in the sky relationships that turned sour when she realised her love interest likes walking on both sides of the street, Lucy’s out and out gay and the last thing she wants is competition from men as well. I did find out the pub she frequents, it’s in Clifton Hill.”

“What’s the name?”

When she told me I straightened up slowly.

“Wow, that’s intriguing, considering who has a major stake in the pub.”

“Barrows?”

“The one and lonely,” I replied, “this could turn into something concrete. I’ll pass that information onto my colleagues and see what comes of it.”

“Okay, listen, I was wondering.”

I waited for her to finish.

“I’ve got a wedding to attend next Saturday arvo, it’s one of my old friends, she’s getting hitched to her girlfriend and I was wondering if um, if you’d like to be my plus one.”

I’ve been taken by surprise more than once in the past but that one came completely out of the blue and for a few seconds I had a mental blank.

“So, you want to ask me out on a date?”

“Not exactly,” she replied, “it’s a plus one but I suppose you might call it that, it’s just that Janine and I go back quite a while and because there will be quite a few gay women in attendance I was firstly trying to blend in and secondly keeping the others at bay,” she paused.

“You don’t sound convinced, maybe I shouldn’t have asked.”

“Au contraire,” I replied, “but now I’m curious. You want a dyed in the wool lesbian to keep other lesbians from putting the hard word onto you.”

“Yeah, it is weird, look, I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t say no,” I stared at a picture on the wall of two Chinese women reclining together, “it did take me by surprise but if you need a plus one then maybe I can put in an appearance but it comes with a caveat.”

“Name it.”

“Don’t expect me to act like your girlfriend, I’m your plus one, nothing else.”

“Okay, that sounds good and sure, it’s only for a couple of hours. I’ve got to go see an old friend afterwards anyway.”

“So, how’s about we talk some more tomorrow then? I need a time and place, I’ve got to let my boss know in advance in case I get lumped with a shift.”

“No worries and if it comes down to it and you’ve got a choice of earning money or going to a wedding, take the money and run, I’ll find an alternative, trust me.”

Which made me all the more determined to reserve that particular time for what sounded like a relaxing afternoon. Admittedly I did have some reservations about going through with it because everything seemed too cut and dried. I’ve interviewed hundreds of people over the years and I can usually tell when someone is reciting from a script, it’s just a bit harder when you’re talking over the phone but this still felt somewhat rehearsed.

That feeling only increased when I sent out a Facebook invitation the following day and less than five minutes later it was accepted. When I explored her page I found that her relationship status was It’s Complicated and most of her friends were women, indeed most of the pictures on her page were of Lamara in the company of women. One picture certainly got my attention because Helena was one of my ex girlfriends, as to how she’d become friends with Lamara was a mystery because she was very much a butch lesbian, right down to the high powered motorcycle. I could well imagine Helena approaching Lamara but I couldn’t see her reciprocating.

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I checked my make up in the car mirror one last time and stepped out and walked up the small drive to the front confidently. I admit to a few nerves but I couldn’t show them and wanted to appear confident and in control. I rang the doorbell and waited a few seconds before the door opened. The man who opened it welcomed me with a confident smile and asked me in. Tall, well dressed and smelling nice we made small talk about my journey and complimenting me on how I looked.

“Everything is ready upstairs. Do you need to freshen up?”

“Yes thank you I would like to,” I replied.

“Follow me.”

Showing me upstairs to the bathroom I closed the door, refreshed my red lipstick and smoothed my dress down. I opened the door to see him standing on the landing.

“I’m ready, let’s go,” I said with a smile.

“This way.” he said opening the door to the master bedroom.

I walked in with him following behind me and there she was. His wife. Naked, bound to a chair by her ankles to the chair legs and her wrists behind the chair. I could just about make out the vibrating butt plug in her ass and round the front the vibrating dildo she was sat on in her pussy. In her mouth was a ball which she was already quietly moaning into. A black blindfold completed her look.

“She is ready, are you?” he asked me.

“I certainly am.” I replied looking at his pretty wife bound and naked.

“Good.” He replied as he went over to his wife and removed her blindfold. She looked directly at me as I smiled at her. Her eyes filled with both excitement and a little bit of apprehension. He walked back to me leaned in and we began to kiss. Putting his arms around I immediately felt the sexual tension in the room heighten. Kissing him deeply, smelling his aftershave as he held me tightly as his bound, naked and plugged wife had no option to sit there and watch. His hands started to roam across my back as I put one hand on his face and the other on his chest.

I pressed close into him feeling his erection against me as one of his hands reached down my skirt. I moaned into his mouth as his lifted my skirt up past my stocking tops. His hands grabbing the back of my thighs as I ran my hand down over his trousers feeling his hard cock.

Slowly he slid my thong down legs, I stepped out of them konak escort and he bent to pick them up. Going over to his wife he trailed the black thong over her nose and her ball gagged mouth down over her breast leaving them resting on her left thigh.

Returning to me he unzipped my dresser sliding it down leaving me in just my heels, stockings and bra. I unclipped my bra, letting my boobs fall free as he slip off his shirt and undid his trousers. As he stepped out of his trousers I knelt down in front of him and pulled down his underwear, his erect penis bouncing free in front of me. Placing my manicured hand around his hard cock I stroked and whilst looking directly into his wife’s eyes I opened my mouth and slipped the head of his cock into mouth. I slowly sucked the head of his cock drawing back leaving some of my red lipstick on the head.

I dived my mouth back over his cock working up and down swirling my tongue around the head. Taking him as deep as I could in mouth I was determined to give him the best blowjob he had ever had and put on a real show for him and his wife. I felt his hands through my hair as I sucked harder and harder hearing him moan the deeper I took him. Pulling back a bit I sucked the head of his cock looking up at him. His hands in my hair pushed my head back down on him. Holding his cock by the base I sucked hard up and down feeling him twitch. He moaned loud and started to flood my mouth with is hot cum. I pulled back a little so only the head afain was in mouth as he came and came in mouth, his hands gripping my hair. Through his moans of ecstasy his told me not to swallow his cum and hold it in my mouth.

Once he had finished cumming in my mouth he pulled his cock away from me and I closed my mouth full of his cum. He pulled me up and took my hand and pulled me over to his bound wife. He released her ball gag, her mouth drooling and open.

“Give her my cum, tease her, do whatever you want with her.” He said full of lust and excitement.

I leaned over her struggling with my mouth full of her husband’s cum. I gently cradled her cheeks in the palms of my hands and lifted her head back a little. I opened my lips a little and let some of the cum dribble out of my mouth directly into her mouth. She closed her güzelbahçe escort mouth and swallowed it all. Looking at her I saw her wince at little at the taste a little of still on her lips now running down her chin. I guess she didn’t swallow her husbands cum all that often! I learned fully in then and made contact with her lips. Her mouth opened and I let the rest of her cum slide into her mouth as i kissed her. I pulled away slightly and told her not to swallow. I dived into kiss her again fully, my tongue twirling into hers as I kissed her passionately sucking the cum back from her mouth. I pulled away with my mouth closed and turned to look at her husband, standing there naked masturbating his hard again cock. I stood right over her again and slowly dribbled the cum back into her mouth. Once my mouth was empty I again kissed her feeling her swallow the cum.

Pulling away again I straddled my legs over her and sat down on her. Noticing a bit of cum on her chin I stuck my tongue out and licked it up. Turning to her husband with my tongue out I swallowed the little bit of cum, smiled at him and turned back to his bound wife. Kissing her neck lightly I worked my way round to her mouth again. Our lips locking as I placed both hands on her boobs. Finding her nipples I began to play with them between my thumb and fingers as I passionately kissed her.

Grinding my thighs against her I trailed my left hand down her side and around to pussy. Still forcefully kissing her I found her clit with my fingers and started to rub her clit in a circular motion. She moaned into mouth, her whole body tensing. I began to rub her clit faster and harder as her breathing became louder. Just as she was about to orgasm he called out stopped.

Mentioning me over to him he took my hand and led me over to the bed. His cock standing proud and erect I laid back on the bed. Kicking off my heels I opened my legs for him. He climbed on the bed, his wife staring straight at us as he positioned himself between my legs. Taking his cock in my right hand I positioned him at the entrance to my now very wet pussy. He slid in with ease eliciting a moan from me. I felt the hardness and the heat from his cock as he slid deep in me. His hands roaming all over me as he gaziemir escort started to fuck me with long deep strokes getting faster and faster all the time. I looked over his shoulder at his wife, still bound, still plugged struggling to control her orgasm.

He continued to pound away at me. I held on to his back my nails digging in, my stockinged covered legs wrapped around him. He strokes getting shorter but faster as he got close to cumming again. He moaned out loud and began to cum inside of me. I held on to him tight as I felt his cum erupt inside my pussy.

He slowly pulled out of me, leaving me laying on my back legs apart. Walking over to his wife he undid her ankle and wrist bounds. Standing her up she held him tightly as he pulled the dildo out of her pussy. He pulled her over to the bed and onto it in front of me. Laying between my open legs he pushed her towards my open pussy.

“Lick my cum from her.” He demanded as he grabbed her hair and pushed her head down between my legs. I her warm breath followed by her tongue around my pussy lips. I moaned out loud as she probed her tongue around my open pussy. I felt her tongue enter me and her suck hard cleaning the her husbands cum from my pussy.

“Make her cum now.” he said to his wife as her tongue flicked over my clit. I felt her nails against the inside of my thighs as I moaned deeply at the work of her tongue. Over and over her tongue flicked at my clit. I began to scream out more as my orgasm approached. I looked down to see this wife between my legs licking at my freshly fucked pussy. Her head buried, her tongue licking furiously at my clit. My orgasm built and built until it start ripping through me. As I orgasmed, screaming I clasped my thighs around her head, savouring every moment.

Once my orgasmed had subsided I took a few seconds to recover. The wife looked up at me smiling her face covered in my pussy juice.

“You can make her cum to if you wish.”

Thanking him I leaned into his wife tenderly kissing her tasting myself on her lips. My hand trailed down to her pussy and finding her clit I began to stroke. Already on edge she moaned into my mouth. Rubbing her clit harder she began to lose control, unable to kiss me back. I continued kissing her as she screamed her orgasm against my mouth, her body trembling against mine.

Once she had finished her orgasm I kissed her gently over her cheek tenderly holding her. She thanked me whilst blushing slightly. I looked at her husband who I could see was still very excited at what he had just seen. Walking over to him I kissed him thanking him for the experience aswell.

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