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Jarred woke up earlier than usually, naked and in a yawning stretch, he steps in front of his bedroom mirror.

Tall, dark hair, built, and very handsome with chestnut brown eyes, high cheek bones, strong jaw, and thick plump lips. The perfectly soft, light dusting of body hair that covers his body is the icing on his cake.

He’s conceited, to be sure. He narcissistically admires his toned, muscular body, blowing a kiss at himself and smiling. He occasionally works as a fitness model, loves to go clubbing, and his good looks and hot body provide him a lot of interesting opportunities.

He works as a personal trainer in a gym nearby during the day. That type of job keeps his schedule open but still pays well enough to support his lifestyle. Sometimes he gets big tips if he fucks a client. He uses the facilities to work out regularly and is very vane about his appearance.

As stares into his reflection in his bedroom mirror, he performs his morning ritual. He turns to the side to check his profile and, sure enough, there it is, his high and tight, meaty, round, bubble butt. It’s his favorite part of his anatomy and he loves when it gets attention.

He plays with it when he masturbates alone, nothing too intense, but enough know to it feels amazing to work his prostate. A finger or two never hurt anyone. No one needs to know. Sometimes he lies in bed and caresses the sensitive skin of his meaty, full cheeks, giving himself goose bumps. He even gave himself the occasional enema, and gets off hard to the feeling of shooting liquid on his prostate.

He displays his miraculous buns proudly in tight briefs, thongs, jock straps, and trunks (he thinks boxers or boxer briefs are of the devil). He’s mostly straight, has hooked up with men before, some clients who pay well and some local fags who love to choke on dick, so he’s open to male on male contact, but it’s very rare. He’s just a kinky straight guy who loves to find ’em, fuck ’em, and forget ’em.

He’s an exhibitionist of the most debauched nature too, the type of guy who runs in tight spandex outfits on the street without a jock or under gear, bends over excessively to show off his ass to whomever he thinks might appreciate it, and walks around the locker room naked for ten minutes after his work out talking with guys who eye fuck his fat ass and long, thick cock before actually hitting the sauna or showers.

He’s headed into the city today to see about a modeling gig. He has it on good authority that he’s a shoe in for the job. They’re look for a guy with a superb ass like his, so he exits his bedroom early and walks down the hall, naked as usual, and slips into the bathroom for his morning shower where he’ll take extra care to cleanse and feel his pretty bubble all over. He ogles himself in the bathroom mirror for a while, flexing and posing in preparation for the audition while the water heats up.

He shares the upstairs two bedroom apartment of a two-story house in a nice quiet suburb with a guy he met at the gym, Darnell. Again, Jarred isn’t gay, but Darnell is carved from stone, straight out of a rap video. The two regularly joke around when they catch each other naked in the apartment, cat calling and admiring how fucking built the other is while trying to maintain their hetero air of authority.

Darnell works in construction and maintains an unequaled musculature. He looks like a thug porn star, only bigger, and carries around a horse cock that puts Jarred’s own huge, white missile to shame. Jarred had a lot of respect for Darnell for out of all he had been through in one piece. He was, like everybody else, amazed at the size of his cock and giant, bulky frame, but he was also a very supportive friend and tried to help the guy out at every opportunity.

Darnell’s an exhibitionist too. Often seen around the apartment in nothing but a skull cap and black socks, with a thick, long, rude-looking cock swaying to the beat of whatever tight as hell rap song he’s into at the moment while he grabs some food, or watches TV, or even lays out in the back yard listening to music and smoking blunts. He, like Jarred, loves to show off his stuff.

He comes from one of the city’s worst ghettos and escaped to the ‘burbs to live a quiet life and fuck fat asses. He tells himself he’s bisexual, but his preference for men is undeniable. Unfortunately for black men from his world, he’s had to hide out as a ‘down low brother’, and when he moved to the ‘burbs and got out he just never dropped the habit. A lot of gay, black men live in sexual secrecy because of this and are pushed to the extreme as far as gay scenes go, Darnell was no exception.

Darnell didn’t mind all too much, it’s made him more dominant and aggressive, and there had been a whole lot of white boys who have taken the brunt of his abuse, but at least he never had to jerk off. There was always a white boy bottom bitch or even a white girl to take care of his swollen nuts. And swollen they certainly bursa eskort were, if his horse cock was impressive, his balls were doubly so, Jarred thought they looked like a bag of two lemons in a sack, and laughed his ass off when he first caught Darnell in the showers at the gym. Jarred considered that horse cock and those testicles a curiosity.

Darnell mistook Jarred for as just another bottom bitch at first, and wanted him bad, but after the two talked for a while they became buddies, and then work out partners and good friends, and then, when Jarred admitted his frustration with his current girlfriend and his need for a new place to live, roommates. Darnell actually really liked the situation they were in, both of the guys were happy where they were and with their friendship.

They would have parties there that ended up in both men getting laid and trashed, and where as Darnell wished he could host more of his down low boys in his apartment and have some wild gay orgies, he was more than satisfied suffering through having two big booty white girls slurp and ride his meat all night, if he got bored he would just turn them over and pretend they were white boys.

On this particular day Darnell was pretty frustrated, it was the first time in years that hadn’t been able to find someone to take his load for over a week and his balls were aching for release. As he wakes up he looks down at his butt naked form, admires himself, and grabs his painful swollen balls and squeezes them, then realizes that he really had to piss and walks over to the bathroom, hearing his roommate in there showering.

::knock knock::

“Yo man, I gotta go badly, can I get in?”

No response.

Darnell waits a second or two and then says fuck it and heads in there, he knew Jarred wouldn’t mind if he came in to take a piss right quick. He closes the door behind him. The steam thins out where upon he bears witness to his roommate’s amazing silhouette through the clear glass shower door under the spray of hot water, looking like a skin flick from late night TV, handling a 8 ½ inch rock hard weapon while two of his fingers dig far too deep up his ass crack for him to just to be scratching an itch.

Danrell stands there for a minute in silence, truly shocked at his roommate and how he’s handling that ass. Jarred has one leg up on the edge of the shower, and is methodically pumping his fingers into his boy pussy at the same rate he jerking his cock. The sight, as far as Darnell is concerned, is spellbinding. This is like a fantasy that has come true and all of a sudden he thinks maybe this white boy is in the closet, or at least bi.

“Yo, I gotta piss, dawg,” says Darnell grinning like a kid in a candy store.

“Holy fuck!! What the fuck, D? Did you see anything?” asks Jarred, slipping his out of his ass and turning his back bashfully to his roommate, embarrassed for the first time in a long time.

“Yeh man, I seen you jerking off that tiny dick and digging up in that asspussy, son!! Hahahahaha! I didn’t know you get down like that, bitch!” taunts Darnell as he scratches his ass and walks over to toilet.

Jarrell takes a deep breath, turns the hot water down, and open the glass door a little just in time to catch Darnell’s uncut horse dick let loose a proud, piping hot, steaming stream of piss. The urine strikes the water with a loud steady bass sound. Jarred, always one to appreciate physical beauty, remains raging hard staring at Big D’s thick meat in wonder as his puckered rings spasms.

Distract from the show he murmurs out, “Shut up, Darnell. You know I’m a freak, man.”

He grabs the liquid soap and starts to lather up as the two men look at each other and think nasty thoughts. Jarred tries to shake it off as just in the moment but his cock remains painfully erect. With the shower door slightly open Jarred turns in a sexy pose to show Darnell his profile, jutting out his meaty ass while Darnell handles his veiny, onyx pipe and cradles his obscene balls, “You alright, Big D? You look… I dunno, man, pissed or something,” says his perceptive roommate, trying to change the subject and forget about his shame.

“It’s all good man, I just haven’t been able to nut in a while, I had a bitch on her way over here last night, but she ain’t come thru, man,” lies Darnell. In truth it was an effeminate 18 year old white boy from the local high school, teasing the big black stud and then getting cold feet the last minute when the boy realized that he would have to actually have to take that cock in his tight, virgin holes.

Darnell’s python runs out of piss and starts to lengthen as he unabashedly holds it tight with his fist, enamored at the sight of his roomie’s perfect buttocks, shiny and wet, which call out to him like an oasis in the desert, ‘Damn, if I could just in that good damn white asspussy. I could drop this nut real quick,’ thinks the thug.

Jarred has been watching too, and sees the bloated bursa escort bayan scrotum of his friend and feels pity for him. ‘Damn, that does looks bigger than usual,’ he thinks, ‘that must be painful as all hell.’ Jarred is feeling charitable. He’s always been casual about group sex, doesn’t mind being naked around people, and loves helping out Darnell, who he knows would never hurt him in any way.

“I know you don’t jerk off, Big D, and I know you wanna release that nut before you gotta head to work…” Jarred stops speaking and slides the glass door open the rest of the way, nodding his head back to invite his roommate in the shower with him, “I’ll help you out, man.”

“You sure, dawg? I mean…” and Big D waves the semi-hard nightstick at his roommate with a crooked eyebrow as if to say, ‘look at this thing, you really want to take responsibility for this?’

“Yeh man, nothing gay, I know what you like, man, I’ve seen you fuck all those bitches all night. Get in here and stop talking. Let me help you out, bro. Just don’t tell anyone, ok?” Jarred feels like being a little kinky this morning and he’s been in threesome’s with this guy before, spit-roasting local ladies till both men cream hard, so what would it hurt to help his friend out this time?

Darnell steps into the shower faster than Jarred expects and the two men rub against each other in the slightly cramped space. Darnell’s shoulder bumps into Jarred’s firm chest, pressing him against the tiled wall, the spray of water ricocheting off them both as Darnell reaches back and closes the glass door, sealing them both inside.

Jarred reaches over and bends down to adjust the heat of the water back up, his head almost at Darnell’s hip level, giving Big D a perfect view of the muscular, glistening, white boy cheeks as his cock jumps like a rodeo bull. Jarred, in leaning down, comes closer to the titanic genitals than ever before, smelling its strong African musk through the heat for the first time.

Jarred’s cock notices the foul fragrance and reaches full erection as his loosened, still-tingling anus twitches. ‘God damn, Darnell’s cock smells potent as hell. How the hell do girls stand sucking on that thing for hours like that’ ponders Jarred as he takes in the stench of black dick. Something about that musk starts to make his mouth water but he ignores it.

The two men check each other out for a second, paranoid and turned on in the taboo setting as Jarred reaches for the body wash and pours a generous amount in his hand. He adjust Darnell’s bulky frame to face directly in front of him and then reaches down to slather the slick gel onto the 10 inch beer can beauty. Darnell takes a deep breath and relaxes at the touch, already far more calm knowing that he’ll have this relief of intense pressure in his balls.

Jarred notices how the black man’s foreskin pulls down as the white boy, for the first time ever, grasps a black man sexually and lubes up the chocolate pole with apple-scented liquid. Jarred might actually be straight, but he committed to something huge, literally and figurative, that he doesn’t fully comprehend. Playing around in the same room with different people is one thing, but willingly offering to give pleasure to a closeted black man like Darnell is a whole other animal.

Jarred’s other hand comes down and cradles the giant bull balls, just like he knows he should, feeling their weight as he start to pump his buddy’s penis. Both men looks down, watching the show intently and notice the glaring difference in skin tone and how beautiful it looks, how the dark black complexion compliments the pale beige, the juxtaposition of the white hand around the thick, coal black dick.

Jarred slides his hand down to root and lets the swollen sack go, the dark swelling scrotum falls under the dick pulling the skin of the cock down. Darnell’s piss slit makes an appearance as the foreskin draws backs from the glans. Jarred could swear he saw it wink right at him.

The white boy brings his hand up to the helmet of his roommate’s penis, pressing his palm into the fleshy tip of the spear and rotating it slowly in a circle while his other hand gently continues stroking the shaft.

“God damn, man. You’re really good at this… I ain’t gon last too long, Jay.” Darnell is really turned on. He mistakes his roommate’s open-minded spirit and kinkiness as a willingness to get it on with black men and starts tensing up his chest and abs, straightening his back to display his larger dominant size to the slightly smaller, masculine white boy who’s serving him.

“Thanks D. Not for nothing, man, but your cock and body look amazing,” the two men stare into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Darnell’s eyes are glazed over with lust and Jarred’s eyes are smiling, his mouth is wearing a wicked, knowing smirk and his cock remains hard as hell from his own jerk session earlier, spurred on by this taboo act, still görükle escort oblivious to the storm of attraction his black friend feels for him.

‘I’m really getting this guy off, this is… this is… this is fucking awesome!’ thinks the white boy, ‘Maybe I can get into this with Darnell once in a while, no reason for him to have to be so pent up if all it takes is 5 minutes of tugging this awesome cock in the shower. What’s the harm in helping out my friend, especially if I get to play with this fucking thing?’

Jarred’s really is having fun now. As the water blasts over both of them Jarred pulls both fists together and double fist pumps the big black cock. He’s bouncing up and down, his ass cheeks jiggling from the force of the hard stroking, taunting Darnell who can’t stop thinking of pounding his horse meat deep inside his friend.

A piece of ass on Jarred’s level, if you really want to own it properly, is something to invest time and patience in, in order to lock it down for good. For now, this hand job will more than have to do. It’s actually more than Big D could’ve hope for, the perfect precursor to breaking in the young white stud’s tight holes properly.

This way, Jarred gets to see what he’s getting into up close. He gets to spray the white boy down with his fat load, Darnell can see if Jarred knows how to handle BBC or needs training, and if all goes wrong he can just say the whole thing was all Jarred’s idea from the start.

Squelching sounds reverberate off the bathroom walls, both men breathing hard, and Darnell’s groans louder now, “Yeh, bro,” and then a few seconds later, “keep on jerking off that big, fat dick, Jay”. Darnell takes a deep breath to hold back his load another couple seconds, “You like Big D’s big D, white boy?”

“Fuck yeh, man. I wanna see this thing shoot off!”

Jarred brings his palm back up onto the tip, sensing the end is near, and forms a cup with his fingers, enveloping the fleshy cock head which fills his entire hand and then twisting it around to increase the friction, as he’s doing this he tightens his grip at the base of the black column and pumps hard and fast.

“Oh Dayamn! Oh fuck yeh, bitch!!” and all of sudden Darnell’s gay instincts take over. His big paws come down on either side of his friends bulging ass cheeks with a stinging smack. His biceps pop out as he grabs both globes, extending his long arms, squeezing them into an iron grip and forcing the white boy against the wall with a thud.

Jarred’s upper body has to lean forward slightly to keep jerking off the massive black stud. His eyes goes wide and his jaw drops at the development, realizing for the time how much bigger this black man is than him and exactly what he’s doing in here as the Nubian former street thug starts to reach climax.

“Here’s it come, Jay. Here it come. Jerk that that big nigga dick, white boy!”

Jarred continues his manipulations, removes his hand from the head of the prick, and goes back to double fisting his buddy and leans down even further towards the BBC in doing so, looking down from Darnell’s face, curious to witness what it looks when the giant black man ejaculates.

Darnell, who has his eyes shut tight get’s lost in the cloud of euphoria as his friend helps him empty his balls. Jarred’s gripping the shaft tighter now and pumping faster as the Goliath cock extends to its final muscle contraction and bursts open a massive blast of cum straight upwards.

Jarred, looking down directly over the erupting BBC, still has his mouth hanging agape due the way Big D shockingly grabbed his ass, the extreme kinkiness of the scene, and the spectacle of gay wonder in which he’s taking part. Darnell seems to be trying to crush his ass cheeks squeezing as hard as he can, and the first jet of cum fires upwards directly into Jarred’s mouth, over his thick, plump lips, onto his tongue, and filling the cave of his mouth to the rim.

Jarred snaps his jaw shut the instant the massive rope of cum is secure in his mouth, soaking his taste buds, and reflexively swallows down the thick, yolky syrup as Darnell screams like a victorious warrior, eyes still shut and ignorant to his roommates calamity, lost in some far off place.

Jarred’s mouth and throat are now coated with sperm,”Awwwwwkkkkk,” cries the white boy as he wretches.

His torso violently humps forward as he gags hard, sticking his tongue out to try to deny what just happened, bringing his mouth within inches of the offending meat stick. Comically, another even larger rope of semen is rocketed into his mouth as Darnell continues to drain, but this time it’s in a direct line to the back of his throat due his close proximity and his tongue’s extension.

Time slows down to an almost standstill as this happens, and Jarred, now imbibed on the flavor of African seed, feels the rope of semen hit the back of his oral cavity with force, and like when you suck on a can of whipped cream directly from the spout, the warm cum fills his entire mouth from tonsil to lips. The force of the cream hitting the back of his mouth instinctively flexes the entrance to his throat and in a massive gagging swallow he takes down what has to be three or four shot glasses worth of Darnell’s cum in one go.

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This is posted in the gay male category because it obviously involves gay male sex. It does include incest in parts so if this offends you please don’t read. Hope you enjoy.

*****

As I walked to the train station from my apartment I was getting a little nervous. I was not sure why but I always did when I headed into the city to visit my favourite bathhouse. When I say favourite I don’t have much to compare with, I have only been to one other before.

I sat on the train for the 2 hour trip into Sydney and began to think about what I would do when I got there. Let me tell you about myself. My name in Chris and I am bisexual. Nobody in my life knows of my gay side and I have kept it a secret since I started having sex with men at the age of 21, 9 years ago.

On the rare occasions I do have gay sex, I prefer to be the bottom, the one receiving anal sex and giving blowjobs. I planned to spend most of my time today in the bottom tier of the suckatorium, the glory hole booth. At this venue they have 2 layered tiers, the top where a guy would place his cock through the hole while standing up and watching porn on the TVs above. The bottom tier is where the sucker would walk in and see the cock at face level and suck while standing.

The last time I was here I spent 2 hours in the same booth sucking cocks and swallowing each load as they were presented. I swallowed 5 loads that day and was hoping I could improve on that this time.

Even though this place was quite far from home I was still nervous about being recognised entering the building. As a result of this I was wearing a cap and dark sunglasses believing if I did see someone I knew they would struggle to recognise me straightaway.

I paid my money at the front door, was handed my towel and locker key and walked around the corner to the locker rooms when I got the shock of my life. There in front of me removing his underwear was my little 23 year old brother Owen. I looked at his cock hanging in front of him and realised it looked a lot like mine, only slightly larger. I quickly turned away so he wouldn’t see my face as he wrapped the towel around himself and walked past.

Now I should have left then and there but I was intrigued by what he was doing here. I had never had the impression that he was into men, always having a girlfriend or random woman at his side.

Lucky for me the place is kept very dark so I was hoping to follow him without him seeing me. I quickly undressed, wrapped my towel around myself and walked off quickly to catch up.

The bursa escort first playing area you come to is the wet area with showers, spa, sauna and steam room. I turned the corner just as I saw him enter the sauna. I didn’t follow and instead hung my towel up for a shower. I ended my shower and headed for the spa, sitting in the spa gave me a great view of the sauna door and I’d see Owen as he came out.

There was plenty of eye candy around but I was too preoccupied to perve. This particular sauna is located in Chinatown and there is always a high number of Asians in the place also a lot of older men, retired age men. I have no preference when it comes to men, a cock is a cock and older men have a bit more experience and I find it often feels a lot better when an older man fucks your ass.

I had been in there for about 10 minutes when I saw Owen come out of the sauna and walk into the one of the private showers. I quickly got out of the spa and had a quick shower in the communal shower and was drying myself as I saw him walk up the stairs towards the second floor.

The second floor is my favourite. It has a bunch of private rooms, a porn lounge with two big screens and my favourite, the suckatorium. I left some space between us but followed my brother as he entered the porn lounge. I saw that he went right as he entered so I went left. On the screen was a man a little like myself, he was servicing 2 cocks. He was alternating between sucking the two large objects in front of him. Watching the action got me quite turned on and I was already playing with my hardening cock under my towel.

I forgot about my brother for a moment and got into the action on the screen. Now the same guy was sucking one cock while taking the other up his tight ass. I was wishing that was me when I felt someone sit directly behind me placing his legs on either side of my shoulders. His cock would have been directly behind my head.

I turned around and saw an average sized hard cock directly in front of my face. It belonged to an older gentleman I’d guess to be in his 60s with quite a large stomach covered in white hair. He had a white beard and I remember thinking I was about to suck off Santa Claus.

I took the cock into my mouth and began to suck, I licked around the head of his cock, tasting his precum. I bobbed my head up and down feeling the cock hit the back of my throat causing me to gag slightly. I could hear him moaning as I picked up speed. He continued to leak precum into my mouth and I savoured the taste. I occasionally bursa escort took a break from his cock and sucked each of his hairy balls into my mouth.

I returned to sucking his cock and was really getting into it when I felt someone remove my towel and begin playing with my ass. I quickly looked behind me and saw another silver haired man smiling at me. I returned to sucking Santa’s cock as the other began to lick my tight asshole. I love having my hole licked. It felt so good that I moaned into the cock in my mouth causing it to harden even more.

Santa suddenly grabbed my head and held it still as he started to cum. Just as he did the other man pushed his lubed finger into my ass. He began to finger me as the cock pumped cum into my mouth. I collected it all on my tongue as the cock was removed from my mouth. I closed my mouth, swirled the cum around my mouth for a bit tasting it before I swallowed.

“Yum. Thanks.”

He didn’t say anything back as he collected his towel and walked away. The other man was still fingering my ass as I bent over further presenting myself to him. I felt him push a second finger in and my hole started to throb and burn slightly.

I began to moan as he finger fucked me faster. Suddenly he removed both fingers and I felt a sense of emptiness. This lasted only a few seconds before he rammed his cock up my ass. As I didn’t expect it, I yelped in slight pain. His cock was thicker than 2 of his fingers and it took some getting used to.

The silver haired man continued to fuck me hard and deep as I became accustomed to his size. Every time he pushed his cock into me he slammed me into the cushioned step above. I noticed that there was quite a few people watching me take a cock in my ass. I loved being watched, it wasn’t often that people fuck in the porn lounge, they usually take it to the private rooms.

“Fuck, so tight, I’m gonna cum.” That was the first thing I heard him say since we started.

He pounded away at my hole for another minute or two before I began to feel him cumming inside my ass. It was then I realised he didn’t wear a condom but it felt so good I didn’t care. He stayed inside me until he had emptied his balls then pulled out, taking some of his cum with him but leaving most behind.

Some of the other guys were stroking their hard cocks as they watched. The older man walked away without another word and I quickly grabbed my towel and headed towards the shower, I didn’t feel like being there for another hour as each of the men watching bursa eskort had their turn. As I walked I could feel cum leaking out of my abused hole and down my legs.

After a shower and with a new towel I headed back upstairs in search of my brother. I realised that he must have seen me getting fucked, nobody would have left the porn lounge without a look.

I wandered the dark halls of the second floor peering into rooms with doors open. Most were occupied by a single man lying face down, ass raised inviting someone to come and fuck them.

I turned the corner and saw Owen walking up the stairs to the top section of the suckatorium. He opened the first door and walked inside locking it behind him. I had no idea why but I rushed to the bottom section and into the matching booth. There in front of me already through the hole was the erect cock of my little brother.

I was amazed at how much it did look like mine as I took it in my hand. There was already precum leaking out the top and I knew I was crossing a line but I licked it off. From the moment I tasted it, I was hooked and I knew I wasn’t going to stop until I swallowed his entire load.

I sucked his hard entire length into my mouth until I started to gag. I began to play with his balls as I continued to suck and he began to leak more and more precum as I sucked. I heard moaning coming from my brother through the wall. I was glad he was getting into this and wondered if he’d be into it if he realised it was me giving him the blowjob.

I continued to use my mouth on his cock, my left hand on his balls and started playing with my own cock with the other. I could tell from his thrusts into my mouth that he was getting close. I paid attention to the head of his cock, licking around the top and on his piss slit.

Letting go of my own cock before it exploded, I sucked wildly on his cock until it started shooting cum. I loved the taste and texture of my brothers cum as it filled my mouth. I stood still as he unknowingly emptied his balls into his willing brother’s mouth.

Once Owen was finished he pulled his cock back through the hole and quickly disappeared. I held his cum in my mouth relishing the taste before swallowing. It felt so good going down the back of my throat, I wished I had more.

The rest of my time there was a bit of a blur. I didn’t see Owen again so assumed he left after I sucked him off. I sucked another 2 cocks, neither as good as my brothers, before I left.

I was on the train home when I received a text message from my brother. “You sure know how to suck dick big bro. Best blowjob ever. When you’re back get your ass over here.”

I did go to his house when I got back and what happened was even better than at the bathhouse. But that’s another story.

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Disruption

My high school nemesis Kathy Rice had returned to town and by some strange twist of fate moved into the house next door to mine. I had been enjoying my summer affair with my neighbour Eve but she was away on a trip. Kathy had seemingly matured, now the married and professional Katherine Hardy, but I had kept my identity from her. However she had figured out that we’d known each other. She knocked on my door to confront me which immediately put knots in my belly.

“Were you the Mallory who graduated from Central in 1999?” she asked.

Without waiting for an answer she strode confidently into my house. I sighed and closed the door to follow her. Katherine stood in the centre of the hall which was actually a bit unnerving as it blocked routes to the stairs, living room or kitchen. If I wanted to flee, which was a distinct possibility, it meant leaving the house. My house.

“Pardon?” I asked, seeing if I could bluff my way out.

“You are, aren’t you?” she said. But it wasn’t necessarily to me. She had a tone like she was confirming her own idea. Her eyes flicked over me and I felt like I was being appraised.

She walked towards me and then slowly around me in a circle. I felt a shiver up my spine. This was why girls at our school had called her Catty Kathy. She had this stalk, this slinky circling thing she did that was oddly predatory and unnerving. It got really scary sometimes in school when her group of girls did it too, like a lioness pride was hunting you. I’d seen girls cry from it without anyone laying a hand on them or saying a word.

“You always wore such dumpy clothes,” she said behind me, “so I don’t know about the body, but the height is right. You changed your hair, it used to be such a floppy mess… Almost cute now…”

I seethed. She was talking about me but not really to me, just observing, and cutting right into my youthful insecurities.

Katherine walked in front of me and put out her hand. I snapped my head back a bit but she gave me this look, this steely imperial gaze, and I instinctively stopped. Her fingertips slid along my jaw slowly, again in an appraising fashion, like someone at an auction examining an artifact more than something sensual. I bore it as long as I could and then ducked my head away. This time she let it go.

“Bone structure’s there though, even if other things have changed. It’s definitely you, I checked my old yearbooks before I came over.”

Damn it, I thought. She would still have those.

“So you’re married now,” Katherine said. “And kids. Good for you.”

It somehow didn’t seem like a compliment, more like just further observation. Like she knew how to be polite but only did it for the sake of formalities. Oh how I loathed her.

“So does he know you’re a muff-diving dyke?” she asked, putting a hand on her hip.

Oh shit.

***

Katherine’s words stabbed right into me and brought up a memory I didn’t even know I was trying to forget. She had always been a cruel girl, the leader of a clique, but I had managed to avoid her from grade ten onwards for the most part. But in grade nine I had been the target of some of her nastiest attention. We’d played on the same soccer team for a few weeks before I left it and moved on to other clubs. The reason why had been blocked out though, and now came crashing back into my skull.

She had already earned the nickname “Catty” in grade school where she had ruled her particular roost. In high school there were more people and different dynamics but she already had a core of followers. I hardly knew her then, having gone to a different school before, so I’d only heard rumours. At soccer she ended up captain and was a bit snippy with girls who missed a play but so far I hadn’t earned her ire.

We got changed in a big room with benches and all showered together after the game in an adjacent room that was open concept, with nozzles spaced out along the walls. I had grown breasts fairly early compared to some girls in grade school so I was always embarrassed and awkward about my body, hiding it under sweatshirts bursa otele gelen escort and jeans. I had a floppy haircut that my mother said reminded her of a sheepdog in a Disney cartoon that had to keep blowing hair out of its face to see. My goal in life was to be unnoticed. In the shower I tried to accomplish this by keeping my arms tucked in to hide my breasts as much as possible.

On one of the first practices Kathy had been at the nozzle to my left. At some point I noticed her naked body, not intentionally or in a pervy way, but just made note of it unconsciously. Then, as now, she was almost dainty in her athleticism, slender and toned but not bulky. That first practice she had a dark bush. Well, a few weeks later, she happened to be beside me in the shower again, at random. I washed soap out of my hair and caught a glimpse of her.

“Hey, Catty, what happened to your pussy?” I asked without thinking. She was bare down there, which was a stark contrast to the previous time. Clearly she had shaved it, but I had never heard of such a thing. Pubic hair was enough of a novelty.

“What was that?” she asked, her voice laced with knives.

The rest of the room had been chit chatting or running water. The showers stopped. One of her followers spoke next:

“There’s no way she just called you that.”

“What?” I asked, realizing that everyone was noticing me now, my worst kind of nightmare.

“Nobody calls me that,” Kathy said, her voice cold.

I turned to look at her but she had already come up to me. She pushed me into the centre of the shower room. She and her girls circled me in that terrifying way.

“Calls you what?” I said, trying to follow her with my eyes but getting disoriented by the other girls circling. “Catty? I thought everyone did…”

This earned me another push, and then another. I got pushed from all sides until I fell to my knees, all wet and cold.

“My name is Kathy. Don’t forget it,” she snarled. “What are you doing checking out other girls in the shower? Are you a muff-diving dyke, Mallory? Are you a lesbo?”

They all started chanting it, “muff-diving Mallory,” probably because of the alliteration. I had never heard such language, I’d been pretty insulated as a kid. It made me cry, and eventually I managed to get up and run out of the circle, grab my stuff and leave the locker room. I pulled on my clothes in the hall and ran home to cry in my bed. I quit the team the next day and the coach had no idea why. I never spoke about it, stayed away from the Cat Pride as much as I could, and tried to forget. I left sports and helped out with props and sets for school plays and moved on with my life as best as I could.

Until now.

***

“Excuse me?” I asked her, trying not to let the tears that had sprung up into my eyes fall.

“Oh don’t play coy,” Katherine smiled smugly. “I heard you at the gym last week. In the shower. At the time I didn’t think anything of it, it wasn’t any of my business, but once I figured out it was you I remembered back in high school. I was right about you, wasn’t I?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, come on,” Katherine said. She circled me again. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. You were checking out girls in the shower. We called you ‘dyke,’ didn’t we? Nothing has changed.”

I fought not to blush. “That’s none of your business.”

“So you admit it?” she laughed.

“No!” I stammered. “That’s not what I meant, I mean…”

“That you lick pussy and like it, just like I always thought.”

“No…”

“No? That’s not what you were doing?”

I felt dizzy, spun around by her accusations and her movement. “Stop it, just hold still!”

“Okay,” she said.

Katherine was right behind me. She pushed me sideways so I had to put my hands up and catch the hall wall. I planted my hands on it and breathed, trying to get my balance. She had a way of making everything spin. I felt like a bullied kid all over again despite two decades between then and now. I wanted to escort bayan cry.

Her hands were at my hips and then my dress was bunched up around my waist. Her hand cupped my mound.

“Just as I thought, wet like a little slut,” she said.

I whimpered and shuddered, not having expected the touch or the fact. I was wet. I had no idea that I was reacting that way. What the fuck? Why was I horny?

“I knew it, I just knew it. You were checking me out that day in the shower, weren’t you?”

“NO!” I protested hotly, my face warm. It was hard to do though, because her hand was stroking my labia and clit through my damp panties. “Why do you even remember that?”

“So you do remember it? Looking at my naked body?”

“Shit, stop twisting everything I say!” I tried to push back off the wall but she put her other hand in my hair and pressed my face against it. I had to turn my cheek to it so my nose didn’t get sore.

“You can’t deny it. You were eating that woman’s pussy at the gym. You’re soaking wet right now. You like girls.”

I tried to shake my head. Her fingers twisted in my short hair.

“Admit it.”

“I don’t… fuck… Stop… don’t…” I was panting and trying not to moan. Katherine was fiddling my clit in such a way that it was hard to think.

“Don’t stop? Okay…” she chuckled. Katherine strummed my clit in circles, making me spread my legs and whimper. “You really get off on this, huh?”

My head sagged and I nodded, humiliated. She immediately let go of me and stepped back.

“I love being right.”

I turned to look at her, my heart pounding, full of embarrassment.

“What?”

“I knew it all along, and wondered. Thanks for confirming.”

“That’s all you came over here for? You bitch,” I said.

She shook her head. “Oh no, we’re just getting started.”

Oh shit.

***

I slumped back against the wall and sighed. This was torture. This was all my worst high school nightmares brought to life all over again. How was this happening?

“So you have a dirty little secret,” Katherine said. “And I know your secret. That seems like it should be worth something, don’t you think? So I don’t tell and ruin your life?”

I gritted my teeth and tried not to cry. Blackmail, seriously?

“What do you want?” I said stiffly.

Katherine put her hands on her hips and smiled smugly. I felt sick. That look said “I have you right where I want you.” It was the cat playing with the mouse.

“It’s not that simple, Mallory. You’re having an affair. A lesbian affair. An adulterous lesbian affair. You don’t think a woman like you could do something like that without consequences, did you?”

I closed my eyes and a tear spilled over my cheek. I had honestly had the same thoughts myself, all summer. I was cheating on my husband with Eve. Someone finding out had been the worst possible nightmare. Now it had managed to get more terrible, as the worst possible person knew. She was saying all the horrible things I hadn’t had the courage to voice out loud. This was the universe paying me back for cheating, is what I honestly thought.

“This isn’t the kind of thing where you just do one payment. I OWN your ass now,” Katherine said confidently. I shivered.

She walked right up to me, almost nose to nose, I could feel her heat against my skin. I opened my eyes to look at her.

“You’re going to do whatever I want, whenever I want, understand?” she said.

I nodded.

“To start with…” she seemed to think for a second. “Get on your knees.”

I knelt. I felt so weird. She was telling me to do something that I had done willingly for Eve dozens of times. Something I liked and made me wet. But I hated her and hated this. There were butterflies in my tummy but they seemed to be mixed with concrete and bile. I felt aroused and sick. Was that even a thing?

“I’m not gay,” I tried to tell her.

She tossed her head, making her long dark hair swish. Katherine put her hands on her hips again and laughed.

“Neither am I. Sex isn’t mudanya escort about orientation. It’s about power. I’m an alpha. You’re a bitch. That’s just who we are. I get off on being in charge. You like being bossed around. Accept it.”

She reached to her white skirt and undid the zipper. I was preternaturally aware of the sound, it seemed to tear through me. What she said had a weird logic to it. I wasn’t in love with her. I didn’t know if I was even attracted to other women. Eve and Katherine both were assertive, confident, powerful. Was I just responding to that? Did I just need someone to take charge?

Her skirt fell to the floor. She slid a thong down her lean legs. I looked up at her crotch. Just like in high school it was bare and smooth.

“You did shave it,” I said quietly. “I was right too.”

“Of course. I liked the way it felt when the other girls licked me. I made a lot of them mine over the years. You would have had a turn but you quit the team on me.”

I blushed. She sounded so sure.

“Now lick.”

I leaned in and did what I was told. I dragged my tongue over her slit, feeling the shape of her folds. They were different than Eve’s, smaller, more delicate. Her taste was different too, a bit darker somehow, muskier and tangier but still good. I worked my tongue into her, lapping at her pussy, and spread her legs to give me better access, widening her stance.

Katherine had her hands on her hips, still imperious, standing over me in her heels. She watched as I dug my tongue into her folds and licked in spirals. She was juicy and I was sucking it in. I blushed to see her watching me, knowing that this was wrong, she wasn’t even Eve, I hated her, but I couldn’t stop licking.

I pressed my mouth up against her labia to squirm my tongue in as deep as I could reach, wriggling inside her vaginal canal. I was rewarded with plenty of juice and flavour, making me moan into her mound. I prodded and thrusted with my tongue but Katherine was able to maintain her composure. There was only minute changes in her breathing and the tension in her muscles. The juice indicated she liked what I was doing but there was no indication she was anywhere close to cumming.

I put my hands on her ankles.

“I didn’t say you could touch me,” Katherine said.

I slid my hands off and blushed.

“Just keep licking,” she commanded.

I nodded and kept up my tongue movements, exploring her walls, twisting and turning. She kept her hands on her hips and watched. I blushed more as that went on. Eve would have grabbed my hair and rode my face to orgasm, or made me touch her, or something, anything. This could go on forever and my husband would be back eventually with the twins. I had to make this end.

Motivated, I upped the ante. I locked my lips around Katherine’s clit and suckled, interspersing flicks with my tongue. She seemed to tense at that and I increased the pace, licking her clit with hard lashes and then nibbling. Her hips started to rock a little and I kept at it, sucking on her clit like the tip of a little cock, moaning into her pussy. She grabbed my head and started to grind on my face, roughly tugging my hair. My scalp could feel the sharp pain of her pulls, but I kept up my tongue bath, licking and nibbling. She moaned out loud, and I knew it was getting to her.

Eventually I could sense her climax approaching. There was a new tension in her hips and legs, trembling in her arms. Her abdominal muscles flexed. She cried out and I licked all the harder, over stimulating her clitoris until she was writhing against me in orgasm. I smiled against her pussy as I brought her to completion, glad I had gotten it over with.

Katherine took a step back, breathing hard, and leaned against the wall. After a few moments she took a deep breath and opened her eyes. She tugged her underwear and skirt back into place.

“See you at the gym,” she said, and walked out.

****

I went upstairs and showered, trying to wash the dirty feeling off my body. Unfortunately it was mostly inside me, so I ended up sitting on the shower floor, sobbing to myself as the water pelted my skin. I was in over my head. It was bad enough that I had been having an affair with Eve, it was something that just sort of happened. But now I had licked Katherine’s pussy and we weren’t even friends. I felt filthy.

What was I going to do?

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I’d fanatised about it before but I never imagined it would happen especially not the way it did.

We’d been seeing each other for a few years on and off, were both married, me happily and her not so much. During the time we’d been seeing each other she’d fallen pregnant by her husband and had a baby which was now a couple of years old. She always thought her husband was a closet gay because of something in his past which she never divulged and because apart from when she fell pregnant he was never really interested in sex. I think her lack of sexual activity was why when we were together she was always so horny and why the sex between us became so good.

We’d rode our luck a couple times during our affair and on couple of occasions had been almost caught out. We were playing on borrowed time.

When we started seeing other we both worked full time so it was only once every couple of weeks. I’d make my excuses at work, pretend I had a job in the area so we could meet up. When we did meet I’d pick her up at lunchtime from work and we’d go to a local pub. We did this a few times before one day we met at her house when she was working from home. That was when the sex started.

At the beginning the sex wasn’t that great. Lindsay, that was her name, always said sex with her husband was the same on the rare occasion they had it. Always in the same position and never any passion. Sex with her husband sounded like it was purely for having a child and not for love or passion which may have been the case if her assumptions were correct.

On the drive home after the first time we had sex I wasn’t sure if I’d return. Lindsay was passionate and horny in the build up but in the act of sex itself she was rather motionless and just lay there. By the time I got home I had a text to say she’d enjoyed herself and that we should do it again.

Me and Lindsay did meet again and started doing so regularly when she worked from home and we always ended up in bed together.

The more often we slept together the more adventurous Lindsay became. For some reason Lindsay wasn’t interested in oral, giving or receiving, whereas I always enjoyed it. I made it clear Sex Hikayeleri that I’d love to lick her out but hadn’t because of how hairy she was and that if she was clean shaven I’d pay her pussy lots more attention.

One day after she’d led me upstairs to the bedroom and I laid down beside her I reached between her legs and felt her pussy shaven smooth. Feeling her smoothness sent tingles though my body and felt so good on my finger tips, she also felt far more wet and juicy than normal. That made me instantly hard and the sex that followed changed how sex was between us. Lindsay was now open to receiving oral sex, she tasted so good on my tongue and it really turned me on hearing her enjoy me lick her clit and push my tongue inside as I licked her out. Not only did Lindsay now receive oral but she was willing to give as well. Her blowjobs left a lot to be desired, to start with she was all teeth but the fact she was actually sucking my cock gave me immense satisfaction and every time she did her technique got better.

Not only did the blow jobs improve but so did the sex. We’d do it in different positions including doggy which she always hated as she thought it made the male dominant, I always liked it being a bit of an arse man.

Lindsay had the perfect arse, I’d often mention that I’d like to fuck her in it but she always said no. When she was on her knees and I was fucking her from behind I’d look down and fantasise about being inside it. This one time I looked down as I sucked a finger covering it with saliva before pushing it inside her tight arse whilst fucking her pussy. Lindsay didn’t say anything so I pushed deeper until my finger was right inside her before and started to move my finger back and forth as I fingered her arse. It took a few times of fingering before she let me fuck her arse and like everything we tried together she enjoyed it. Well, she liked how I enjoyed it which in turn made her enjoy it.

Lindsay was now working part time due to having the baby with her husband and I was round her house. She and her husband had a three storey townhouse with the bedroom on the top floor. As usually happened when I visited Erotik Hikayeler we were in the bedroom having sex. Lindsay was on her knees and I was balls deep in her with my finger in her arse.

Suddenly it became apparent that we were no longer alone. “What the hell!” Someone shouted out. I turned and there in the doorway was Lindsay’s husband Simon. He’d finished work early and due to the combination of the noise we were making and the bedroom being on the second floor we hadn’t heard him come in.

I looked at Simon as Lindsay stay motionless before lifting her face from the pillow it was buried in and turning her head to face her husband. I pulled my finger out of Lindsay’s arse and stopped fucking his wife but kept my cock inside her. “Put your finger back!” Simon said loudly “In fact no, replace it with your cock and fuck her arse.” I was in shock, as was Lindsay. I was expecting to be beaten up or at least thrown out of the house but no, I was asked, or ordered to fuck Lindsay by her husband. Lindsay looked back at me and said “Do as he says.”

I pulled my cock out of Lindsay’s pussy and nudged it against her arse. With all her pussy juice on it once the tip of my bell-end was inside her the length of my cock pushed inside with relative ease. Having Simon watch made both me and Lindsay uneasy and neither of us showed much passion and I fucked Lindsay’s arse much slower and gentle than normal. Simon knew we were holding back and yelled “Do it properly, like you mean it. ” I held onto Lindsay’s hips and pulled her back onto my cock as I thrust forward and fucked her arse hard and made her moan with every thrust.

As we fucked Simon had his hand inside his trousers pleasuring himself until he disappeared. A few moments later I felt something hard and slimy prod against me from me behind as a hand took hold of me either side of my hips. I knew exactly what was happening and where Simon had disappeared to. He’d got undressed and by feel of it lubed up. My body froze as Simon pushed into me. I’d been fucked in the arse before when I was younger and experimenting with my best friend but this was different.

Simon pushed Tecavüz Hikayeleri into me deep and hard like he meant it. With the amount of lube he had applied to himself his cock entered me in one push as I let out out a yelp in shock and pain. Lindsay heard my yelp and said “What are you doing?” to which Simon replied “If your boyfriend is going to fuck you I’m going to fuck him.” I stayed quiet as Simon pushed back and forth and started to fuck me whilst I remained balls deep in the arse of his wife in front of me. Simon felt much bigger than I’d experienced before but because of the amount of lube he’d used he slid in and out of me with relative ease, however that didn’t stop him feeling enormous.

As Simon fucked my arse he slammed his cock into me as hard as possible almost making me pay for mt affair with his wife. As he slammed in me I pushed further into Lindsay’s arse as she also started to yelp from a mix of pleasure and pain. Once I’d gotten to used to what was happening and having a massive cock in me I started to enjoy the moment. Hearing me enjoy myself made Simon slightly agitated so he pulled right out of me then slammed his cock back inside me as hard as possible and repeated the process over and over. If this was payback I’d have to do it again as this was beyond my wildest imagination of what being fucked would be like.

The three of us continued to fuck with me as the meat in the middle of the sandwich for what felt like ages. I was close to orgasm, my moans getting louder until I felt my cock explode as I pumped Lindsay’s arse full of cum. As I came my arse muscles tightened around the cock inside me which Simon enjoyed. Simon pushed into me as deep as possible and thrust forward fucking me deep with his balls constantly up against me. I was in my element, cumming at one end and full of cock at the other. Suddenly Simon moaned and I felt my arse hole get warm as he came, his cock still deep in me as he pumped my arse full of spunk. Once Simon finished he pulled out of me, my arse now raw and empty even though it was full of jizz. I then pulled out of Lindsay who I imagine felt the same.

Once we’d all dressed Simon looked at me and said “If you don’t want to be found out I suggest same time next week.” Me and Lindsay still meet up a couple of times a month with Simon joining in. I think Lindsay was right about her husband though as Simon never pays her any attention always me, not that I complain.

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Alys watched jealousy as her parents got ready for the bicentennial Farmer’s ball. It was rare to see her father polish up except for weddings. Her mother slipped into a new dark red cocktail dress, gave a swirl, and asked, “How do I look?”

Alys grunted “OK” before staring at her phone. She never got an invite, this year or in previous ones. Her parents, as usual, fobbed her off with, “It’s a grown-ups night, you can’t go, you would be bored anyway.” But she was 18 now and not a kid with a Disney view of a ball. Allegedly, she wasn’t 18 when the invites were sent out, but to her, it was so unfair. she had just missed the boat and wasn’t happy by a long shot. Nevertheless, she would have another year to wait if she was lucky.

The months pass as they do, and by the time the Farmer’s Ball came round again, Alys had all but forgotten about it. But, that envelope sitting on the mantelpiece brought back memories of past rejection.

“Alys, we’d like to have a little word with you about the Ball”. Alys didn’t expect much, the usual rejection followed by stop your whinging. “Your name’s on the family invite, but we think we need a little chat first. Have you heard any rumours about the Ball?”

Alys shook her head, she’d heard some stuff about wife swapping, but that came from Megan, who also believed aliens caused covid and toothpaste was a scam.

Her mother, Polly, continued, if a little hesitantly, ” Well, it’s called a Ball but there’s not really any dancing, there’s drink, cheese, canapés..”

“Oh, get to the point, woman,” her father interrupted.

“Hmmm, well, there’s kinda a more adult side to it than just cocktails and canapés, that’s why you can’t get an invite until your 18 and why we’ve been so secretive.”

Her father chipped in, “What we’re going to tell you goes no further ok? This is for adult ears only, so no posting stuff on Facebook or whatever you use these days. ” He looked at his wife with those ‘you tell her eyes’ that men do.

“There’s a custom that goes back centuries. At the Ball, you can’t refuse anal sex. “

Alys burst out laughing, “C’mon, what really?”

“No, seriously. Any man can claim a woman and she has to submit to, well you know?”

“The muddy field gets a ploughing,” quipped her father.

“You’re having a laugh, right?”

Alys still didn’t believe them. Her father tried to explain, “Back in more superstitious times, and I don’t mean the 70s, people around here believed there was a spiritual connection. Hmmm, you know why we add manure to the soil, where manure comes from, and seed can mean both plant seed and semen right?” Alys looked confused. Who wouldn’t be? “Well, back then, they reckoned anal sex represented ploughing a well-manured field and planting your seed. Having anal sex kinda guaranteed a good harvest. ” By now, Alys was even more confused. Her mother stepped to the rescue before he made things worse.

“Your father’s right; that’s the story of how it started. But, over the years, it’s become more a way of building relationships with other farmers than worrying about crops.”

Alys paused, “You mean to tell me it’s one big anal fuckfest because some crazy guy once thought getting his dick dirty would give him more turnips? Now, every woman’s supposed to take it in the ass in the name of tradition?”

“It’s a bit more refined than that these days; there’s rules and etiquette. You don’t just bend Sex Hikayeleri over the cheese table and grip the Stilton, ” replied her mother, continuing,”It’s not a wild fuckfest; it’s more dignified. For a start, you only have sex once, you wear a flower in your hair until you’ve been picked. “

Her father, Sean, stepped in. “I’ll get to the point; it’s like a cocktail party, but if a guy cups his hand on your ass he claims it. You’re expected to immediately leave with him, go somewhere quiet outside, and let him sow his seed in the rear field. “

“Your father’s telling the truth, a man can claim any woman whether she’s married or not. Not every girl gets picked, and some guys are just there for the beer, but there’s always the possibility”

Alys still couldn’t quite grasp it, or accept it wasn’t bullshit “and husbands don’t mind their wife having sex with some strange guy?”

“It’s only once every two years, and he can pick another woman if he wants,” she said, looking knowingly at her husband.

“It’s not just husband and wives; sons and daughters can come too. Your name’s on the invite. It’s up to you if you come, we won’t judge, but it’s kind of expected if you know what we mean. “

“Not quite,” replied Alys.

“Being seen at the Ball is a way of connecting with the community, showing your one of us?” said her mother.”You know when people get jobs just because they belong to the right golf club? Well, it’s like that.”

“Me and your mother will be going as usual, and yes, we do do it. We’ll let you have a think about it. “

Nothing else was said, but the invite propped up against a blue vase was a constant reminder as the days passed. She scoured the Internet, looking for confirmation, but not even the Ball itself was ever mentioned. Eventually, she plucked up the courage for a one-to-one mother-daughter talk away from her less than tactful father.

“What happens if I don’t go?”

“Not much, but you’ll be an outsider. A bit like the Bell family, moved here 20 years ago, but people still don’t accept them. “

“But I was born here.”

“Doesn’t make a difference. It’s just one of those things. Need your car fixed? Expect to wait a fortnight rather than a day for a slot; that kind of thing. “

“But anal? You actually do that for real? With whoever asks?”

“Well, they don’t exactly ask; there’s no discussion. You’re standing there chatting about Mrs Brown’s new hair colour, and you feel a hand squeeze your bum. “

“Like on that Japanese holiday, on the train?”

“Yes, but you don’t slap them this time. He’ll keep his hand on your bottom and lead you away. “

“Why anal though? I get that superstitious stuff, but why anal nowadays?

” Mostly because you can’t get pregnant and anal isn’t real sex, I assume you have done it.” She knew her daughter had the usual run of boyfriends, and some had stayed the night. The nocturnal tapping of the headboard against the wall had long kept them awake.

“Anal? No just normal stuff. “

“Shame you’re single; it helps if you get a bit practice in first. I’d fix you up with a guy, but there’s no time. “

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“I’ve been ploughed more7 times than nine-acre field. Most women my age have, but it takes a bit of getting used to, if I’m honest. It’s not unbearable, but it can be uncomfortable. Don’t worry, they won’t be rough; that’s considered Erotik Hikayeler rude. So, are you interested?”

“Rude? You’re already getting fucked in the ass”

“True, but if you visit someone’s house, you still behave even if it’s a cave.”

“And every girl does it? I thought anal was rare?”

“Hell no, even your granny took part up until the hip replacement. Swore by a little bit of lard to loosen things up she did “

Alys already had days to think about it, but she still paused, “Aren’t you uncomfortable with me coming?”

“We’ve had a long time to think about it; we wouldn’t have told you about the invite if we weren’t OK.”

“But, Dad? I can’t see him being happy. “

“Every father has to accept that one day some guy’s going to bend his daughter over and fuck her ass, that’s life.”

The big night came, Alys had made her decision, put on a light blue cocktail dress, and was making the final touches. “You sure you’re OK with this?” Asked her mother one last time as the taxi arrived. Her father was hard to read, was he worried, angry, or just looking forward to fucking another woman.

To the unwary the event looked like any other, people mingled, and caught up with people they hadn’t seen in a while, Alys began to doubt her parent’s story, there was no ass grabbing and the hottest action was seeing Mrs Jones cough on a jalapeño. Polly darted her eyes rapidly to the side, drawing her daughter’s attention across the room. A guy had just broken the ice and became the first to claim a woman. He looked mid-40s, and she was a few years younger. With a hand firmly on bottom, he guided her away from her husband, across the floor and out of the door. People glanced but didn’t stare. Her husband downed his drink and sought conversation with another couple.

Others followed, all the same procedures, a clasp, lead away only to return five to fifteen minutes later, looking flushed and slightly wobbly. It wasn’t a grab all fuckfest, more a gentle trickle. Guys didn’t march right up; more casually made their way over then planted a palm on the bottom. When her mother’s turn came, it was at the hand of a younger man, why he chose her only he knows, but Alys watched alongside her father as he led her away. She didn’t look back, just casually crossed the floor as if they were going outside for a breath of fresh air. People looked out of the corners of their eyes, curious as to who’s doing who, but nothing was spoken.

“She’ll be OK,” said her father, but Alys couldn’t help but think about what her mother was going through or what her father must be feeling. He tried to divert her attention by asking questions about her cocktail, but Alys’s mind was elsewhere, namely, could I be next?

Her mother wasn’t absent long, returning unscathed to the fold.

“That was quick,” he quipped. “I’ve taken longer dumps.”

“Poor guy, got the tools, not the talent,” she replied.

Alys giggled; she’d known the dissatisfaction of two pump chumps. But still, a stranger had just taken her mother, and that felt odd. She wanted to ask so much, but in her father’s presence, she felt unable. It was in this distracted moment that Alys’s ass was claimed. A firm hand cupped her right buttock, Alys froze. No, it couldn’t happen to her; she was an observer, a spectator, not a player. Reality quickly set in as her parents gave her a look that both said ‘sorry’ Tecavüz Hikayeleri and ‘go on then’.

The walk across the hall was the longest of her life. She felt every eye upon her, all aware of the fate that awaited. What must her parents think, why weren’t they rescuing her? He was much older, mid to late 30s with a stocky build suggestive of a rugby player. Out in the garden, he asked her name.

“Alys,” she replied quietly.

“I’m Dylan. I’ve had my eye on your ass all night; I was worried someone would beat me to it.”

Alys was shocked by how openly and calmly he spoke on such matters as he guided her to a dark corner by the r. She wanted to tell him he was her first, but fear took her tongue. In the shadows, he unceremoniously stepped behind her and lifted her dress to reveal her white thong before letting it fall her legs.

He pulled out a small white pot, unscrewed the lid, and unbuckled his pants. A firm cock unashamedly sprang out. In the dark, it looked about average, perhaps 6 inches or just over. Alys was relieved; she had feared a giant rectum ripping cock. Taking a dollop of cream from the pot, he smeared a thick coating over it so it glistened in the moonlight.

“Bend over a little for me,” he said as he hitched her skirt up.

She nervously obeyed and quivered as he pulled her panties down. Pulling her buttocks apart, he guided his cock to the hole “bend over more” gave a wiggle and, with one hand on his dick and the other arm tight around her waist, pushed. Alys yelped as he broke through; it was like being hit with a strong elastic band. He swung his other arm around and embraced her from behind, pulling her onto his cock as it slid deep inside.

A deep swelling filled Alys, the initial sting now replaced with a full swollen sensation. Dylan, if that was even his real name, a guy she’d known barely a few minutes was where no boyfriend had ventured. Her ass wanted to eject him, but he kept it firmly inside.

“Ohh, that’s so tight. I was right to pick you, much tighter than my wife’s. “

With that, he began to thrust; there was no slow build-up, nor was he aggressive. His thrusts were steady but deep and long, her ass taking his full length with each stroke. She struggled to make sense of the sensation. It was like riding a bike down a cobbled street or dancing when you desperately need the toilet, it was that bumpy rackety roller coaster. Uncomfortable yes, but not painful, so that was a relief.

His cock seemed to writhe like a snake inside her, each squelchy thrust felt weirdly pleasurable yet wrong at the same time, her head couldn’t get around the strange contradiction. It was like eating olives, horrible but you want another and another. With each down stroke she craved the thrust that would once again fill her. His hand slid up her body cradling her breast, was this in the rules? She didn’t care.

Grabbing his lower left hand she guided it down on to her damp pussy encouraging him to grind it as he thrust. It was too much for him, and with two final hard thrusts Alys felt him pump his seed deep inside. Slowly he withdrew, his cock exited with a plop and a trickle of semen ran down her thigh.

“Allow me” he said as he wiped it off with a paper tissue before polishing his cock clean.

Alys panted, her ass throbbed and felt’ loose and shaky “Jesus Christ, I don’t think I can walk”

Dylan laughed “cmon, I’ll help you back to your mother”.

Alys walked back to her family with the grace of a drunk wearing high heels for the first time. Her father was absent, Alys didn’t need to be told why.

“Sooo, will you be coming back next year?”

Alys smiled, nodded and downed her drink.

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