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The ringing of the phone woke me from a shallow sleep. I was sitting in our family room, waiting for my wife to return from a girls’ night out. Our kids were at her parents for the weekend, giving us a chance to be alone. If they only knew. I recognized the voice on the other end of the line instantly. It was my wife.

“Turn off all the lights and look out into the back yard. Enjoy the scene, but don’t do anything, just watch”, she said in barely more than a whisper.

It was 3 AM on Friday night / Saturday morning. She had been out with the girls celebrating her freedom and her new 36C tits.

My wife is the girl next door. She is beautiful, but not a Victoria’s Secret model. She has a slim athletic body, tight ass, great legs, dirty blond hair and a flat chest. Well, she had a flat chest until the boob job about 4 months ago. What used to be 34A/B is now a full C. She was the last of her girl friends to get it done and at 34 and mother of 2 boys, 5 and 7, she looks fantastic.

People who meet her never realize what a hot fucking slut she can be. She looks like a Sunday school teacher, which she has been. When our youngest started school, she got very sexual, very horny, wanting sex almost every night.

I got up, turned off the lights and TV and looked out onto the back yard. There was a full moon out, and I wondered if that had any effect on her. I could clearly see the back yard and wondered if our neighbors were up that late as well. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a light go off in my next door neighbor Fred’s house. Fred is a night owl who tends to stay up late while his wife is in bed by 10 most nights.

Soon I saw her walking over from another neighbor’s house. Lynn and Tom’s lot shares about 5 feet with our back lot line. She had walked over to Lynn’s house earlier in the evening to meet up with Lynn and Sheri. Tom was off camping with his kids for the weekend.

Now, she was walking back stark naked, with a fully clothed man beside her. Her arms were behind her and she seemed to be arching her back, pushing out her tits. She also seemed to be walking funny, with something around her waist. She had a necklace of some sort around her neck. She didn’t have these things on when she left earlier. She actually didn’t have much of anything on.

They didn’t really walk, they kind of sauntered, like they were in a park and this was a perfectly normal stroll. They stopped every few feet to kiss deeply while working over her tits with a both his hands. From the way she squirmed and moved, she seemed to like this a lot. He would wrap his arms around her, but she would keep her arms behind her.

About the third or forth time they did this, I realized that her wrists were handcuffed behind her. When they got to the deck, I saw that her elbows were tied together. Wow, this was all new stuff to me. I never knew she was into bondage. They walked onto the back deck and stopped about 5 feet from where I was standing inside the house watching. I had left the patio door open, but the screen was closed. There also was another open window that looked onto the patio, which is where I stood, right next to the window, so close I could almost touch them. As I looked at her shaved pussy, I saw that she had a dildo or vibrator shoved up in her pussy with a string or strap holding it in.

She was hot. They weren’t really noisy, but they weren’t quiet either. And at 3AM, that seemed like a lot of noise to me. He reached behind her head and pulled her to another deep kiss, right on the deck in front of me. She responded to his kiss by humping his leg with her dildo filled pussy and kissing him deeply.

He looked to be in good shape, a little younger than Sarah or I, maybe 25. He broke the kiss and said, “You want my cock again, don’t you bitch.” What did he mean again?

“Yes, I need your cock, again” she hissed. “I want you to fuck the shit out of me. Use me as your fucking whore.”

I knew this was my wife, at least I think I knew. I knew she could get nasty, but I had never seen her like this. He moved back from her and stripped naked. He had a very impressive body. His cock was a little longer than my 7.5 inches and a little thicker. He grabbed her by her hair and pushed her to her knees, her hands and elbows still bound behind her and her pussy still full of a dildo.

As porno izle she dropped to her knees, she immediately parted her lips. He took this opportunity to push his cock deep into her mouth. He held her head and began to thrust his cock into her throat. Sarah and I have had a lot of sex, but it has been mutual respect sex, never anything too forceful or dramatic. This guy was fucking her face, with her hands tied behind her, and she loved it. I then realize my cock was rock hard

“You love my cock fucking your throat, don’t you bitch?” he asked her.

“Ummmmmm” was all she said as she worked his cock with her mouth and tongue. He began to ram into her throat like a man possessed, forcefully fucking her mouth while holding her head tight in his hands. Then, he stopped.

“I want that hot cunt one more time tonight,” he said. He pushed her over into a doggy position on one of the deck chairs, pulled out the vibrator from her cunt and rammed his cock deep into her bald pussy.

She groaned and cried out, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” He grabbed her bound arms and really began to pump hard into her cunt. She was starting to cry out in orgasm.

“Where do you want it this time, whore,” he asked my wife . Evidently this wasn’t his the first time he had cum in my wife.

Sarah said “Anywhere you want, just give me your hot cum.”

He pumped a few more times, then he growled and let loose a stream of cum up inside her cunt. Some how he managed to quickly pull out of her cunt, spin her around and plant the remaining sperm from his spurting cock on her face and lips. She could only groan as he wiped his cock all over her face. He pushed his cock into her mouth and had her clean his cum and her juices off his cock.

“Call me and let me know which night you are coming over,” he said to Sarah.

“I will, tomorrow, I promise,” she said to him as he dressed. He kissed her on the top of the head, then walked away, leaving her there, on the deck, naked, bound and covered with his cum.

After he left, I opened the screen door, went to her and helped her up. “I take it you had a great night tonight?” I asked.

“God, did I” she said. “I think I have been naked all night.”

“That didn’t take much given what you were wearing to start with” I remarked. Her clothes for the night amounted to a low rise tight short skirt which looked like a 10 inch band of cloth around her hips. On top she wore one of those silver tops that look like a bandana in the front and strings in the back. Open toed shoes and, no panties. The top was thin silk and he nipples were easily seen. She looked like she was wearing a neon sign that said “FUCK ME”.

“Like what you see, honey,” she asked? “I want you to kiss me, baby.” Then our lips met in a hot sensuous kiss

“The last thing I had my mouth on was a cock,” she said as she broke the kiss. As I went to kiss her again, she added “The last thing my tongue tasted was cum”. She moved her tongue into my mouth and made sure I tasted the residue of cum. She plastered her mouth against mine and pushed her tongue deep into my mouth over and over.

As I pulled my face away from hers, I noticed cum all over her face and neck. I felt a strange urge and started licking her, cleaning the guy’s cum from her face and neck. Damn, this was so fucking hot.

Tonight was the make up night. It was a makeup because 3 weeks before she had convinced her friend Lynn to join us in a three way, sharing our bed for the night. It was incredible. I thought one of them would object. Was I wrong. They both loved it. I never realized how much the 2 of them loved to eat each other. They kissed, fondled and ended up fucking each other with a strap on dildo. My cock was so fucking hard all night. By the time it was over, I had cum in Lynn twice and my wife once. On top of that, all of my cum was consumed by one or the other of these horny ladies. Tonight was her way getting even for my experience of fucking Lynn and watching the two of them get it on all night. She went out to get laid.

“Undo my cuffs, please, honey” she asked. I noticed the necklace she had on was actually a string and a key. It must have been the key to the handcuffs. I freed her from her bonds and asked her how her night started.

“Well, with you rubbing my pussy as I walked out the door, I got amatör porno pretty hot right away. As soon as I walked through the back door of Lynn’s, she gave me a shot of Jack and a joint. After I downed the shot and took a hit, she grabbed me and kissed me full on the lips, right in front of Sheri.”

Sarah started to massage my cock through my shorts and continued, “Lynn can be so aggressive. I just let her do what she wanted. She reached behind me and grabbed my ass while her tongue went into my mouth. Then she pulled up my skirt in back to show Sheri I had no panties on. Sheri moved behind me, pushing her cunt into Lynn’s knuckles and reaching around to grab my tits. I didn’t know she was bi, too”

“Sheri undid my top and turned me to kiss her. I felt a little conspicuous standing right in front of the patio door, kissing two women with my tits on display at 9 in the evening. But the shot and the hit were kicking in. They didn’t even bother to turn down the lights. I am sure Fred got an eyeful.”

My cock needed freedom, so I stripped and knelt next to her, letting her jack my shaft as she spoke.

“I felt Lynn unzip my skirt and slide it off my ass. She pulled me away from Sheri and told me to sit. Lynn must have left and returned because there was this large dildo with a suction cup on the bottom on the corner of the coffee table. It glistened and there was a tube of KY next to it. Lynn positioned me over the dildo and pushed me down on it till it filled my pussy. ‘We want you hot and ready for cock tonight’ she said.”

“Then Lynn started sucking on one of my tits and Sheri on the other. I was naked, on a dildo with my tits being sucked by my 2 girlfriends. I was about to scream in orgasm when they stopped. ‘Enough for you for now’ Sheri said. God, I wanted to cum so bad but they wouldn’t let me. They dressed me again, even though I protested. I wanted them to finish me off”

“I masturbated all the way to the bar, but they stopped me every time I was about to cum. We sat at a table, got some drinks and started looking at the guys there. The first decent guy that came over to us Sheri asked him to feel my new tits and tell us what he thought of them. He sort of touched them a little and then got scared and ran away. It was kind of hilarious”.

As she talked, she moved closer to me. I could see her tits had hickeys all over them and her pussy lips were swollen and wet, real wet. Just got fucked wet. I couldn’t take my eyes off her pussy and what was obviously male sperm on them.

“Lie on the floor on your back, baby. I want you to sit on your face. I need you to clean me up.” I lie on my back and she moved her pussy directly over my face.

I could see cum in her pussy waiting to drip out. She lowered her dripping cunt to my mouth, she said, “I want you to eat my cunt. I was just fucked at Lynn’s house right before I came over. Lynn and Sherri were sucking on my tits as Ryan fucked me as hard as he could. And you saw him fuck me on the patio. Now, eat his cum”.

So, the guy’s name was Ryan. Lynn and Sheri both knew why my wife was going out. She even announced it when they called to tell her to come over.

“I am not coming home until I get laid by some hot looking guy”, she said as she walked out the door earlier tonight.

I stuck my tongue out and started licking around her sloppy hole. Her pussy was sensitive after her night on the town. As I was licking, she moaned then continued. “The next guy we talked to was Ryan. He is so cute and such a hunk. Sheri told him to play with my tits like she told the first guy.”

“He just looked at me and asked, ‘Is that ok with you?’ I told him to go ahead and have fun. They were new boobs and I wanted to see what another man thought of them. Ryan had no problem with the whole thing and started playing with them. After a few minutes, we decided to move to a darker part of the club as we were starting to draw a crowd. Once we got to the back of the club, Ryan really started to work over my tits. God, honey, I almost came as he pinched my nipples.”

“Oh, honey, ummm lick my pussy. Do you like Ryan’s cum? He fucked me twice and came in my mouth once. Ummm.. lick me so good, honey. Lynn licked the other load of cum from my hot pussy, honey. Once Ryan realized I wanted to get laid, he had no problem anal porno going back to Lynn’s house. Lynn and I went in his truck and Sheri followed with the car. Lynn undid my top in the parking lot and Ryan started working on my naked tits and nipples. Oh, baby, that’s it, lick his cum up.”

“As I got into the truck, Lynn grabbed my skirt and pulled it off. Here it was just after midnight, and I am totally naked with a man I met just 30 minutes before. Ahhh, honey, lick me. And, he knows he is going to fuck me. Once in the truck, Lynn got her hands on my tits. I put my hands up over my head and spread my legs wide. Before Ryan starts the truck, he and Lynn really gave my body a work out. Ummmm… god, do that with your finger again”

“I put and hand in each of their crotches and started rubbing her clit and his cock. By the time we got to Lynn’s place, I was ready to fuck him. Oh honey, I am going to cum… lick me, god… I looooove it”.

“So what happened when you got back to Lynn’s house later” I asked.

“Ryan is a really sweet guy, but once he realized I was being submissive, he took over. I was already naked, so he had me strip him. I had to unzip his pants with my teeth. He had Sheri and Lynn strip, and told them to kiss each other, like that was a chore for them. Anyway, he pushed me onto my knees and told me to suck his cock. I started sucking, loving the taste and texture of his cock. Then he just grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth deep. I found I like the feeling and just grabbed my hands behind my back and let him pound away in my mouth.

Lynn must have seen this, because pretty soon I felt her put the handcuffs on me. Ryan turned me around and told Sheri to get my pussy wet for his cock. He told Lynn to keep his cock ready to fuck me. So, Sheri licked my pussy as Lynn sucked his cock. And, honey, Sheri is good, real good. I was about to cum again, when Ryan said that he was ready. He slammed his cock into my cunt with one big push. Nothing gentle. I really liked it, honey. It was so different than the sex we have, this was so animal.”

“Ryan came in my cunt, honey. And I came hard as he came in me, really hard.”

I groaned and asked, “I thought you were going to use protection tonight?”

“I was going to, but I had to have Ryan bareback. I needed to have his bare cock in my pussy. I wanted his cum. I am pretty sure I am safe, I haven’t ovulated this month yet. I should be ok till Tuesday.”

“We are going to have to talk about this later, baby,” I said. “Then what happened”, I asked.

“Lynn came over and sucked all the cum from my pussy as Sheri kissed me. Then they switched. Sheri is so good at eating pussy. I came again. Ryan was hard again by this time, and he wanted to cum in my mouth. He wanted my tits sticking out more, so Lynn tied my elbows together. Ryan liked the look and started fucking my mouth again. He told Lynn and Sheri to put hickeys all over my tits. They were only too happy to help out. My tits have been mauled all night, honey.”

“They laid me on my back on the futon, with my head off the end. Ryan knelt next to the bed and fucked my mouth as the girls really worked over my tits. It was kind of uncomfortable on my back with my hands bound behind me, but also really hot. Ryan finally came in my mouth as the girls were shoving the vibrator up my cunt. They decided to leave it there and told Ryan to walk me home. They wanted me to call you to be sure you were up. Lynn held the phone for me and Sheri put the key around my neck. I think you saw the rest.”

I was rock hard and wanted to fuck her brains out. “What’s next,” I asked.

“Well, that’s up to you mostly,” she answered. “If you want me to stop, I will in a minute. If you want me to continue, I will call Ryan tomorrow and set up another meeting”

“I want you to see him again”, I said. I moved on top of her and sank my cock into her bare pussy. “I want you to fuck him again and again. Any time he wants you. I want you to crave his cock, to lust after him, to be his whore.” All this time I was pounding away at her pussy, driving deep, tying to release the lust I had within me.

“I will honey, I will be his slut. I want his cock again, I want him to fuck me again and again. I will fuck him for you, honey”

“No, I want you to fuck him for you, I want you to lust after his cock”, I told her.

“I will, I will, honey. One other thing. He wants you to work on my ass. He wants you to loosen up my asshole so he can fuck it the next time we get together”

I came like I can’t remember when as she said that to me.

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I had been here a lot since moving back to New Zealand about six months ago. I had been living in Greece, on a sort of working sabbatical from the local university. Since I lived two blocks from here it was the first place I went for a drink after I moved in. Once I walked in I had kept coming back. It was… different I guess. A hole in the wall leading to an underground club larger than you would guess with a dark nature-like atmosphere, lush green furnishings and playing a lot of industrial, metal and rock music, ‘Nymph’ was the hottest alternative club in town.

Although there was another reason why I had kept coming here, I’d never tried to find out her name but she had turbulent emerald eyes and gorgeous black hair and was slightly taller than my 5’9. I’d guess just shy of 5’11.

The Nymph.

Well, thats what I called her anyway, since she was the owner of this club. I thought she was, simply, the most gorgeous woman I’d ever seen. Unfortunately, I’d never worked up the nerve to actually speak to her. I was pretty sure tonight wouldn’t be any different. My friends hadn’t shown yet so I started circling the club, looking for a good table and checking out the people. The place was starting to get busy and I couldn’t find a table so I went down to the next level, the main dance floor was down here and it wasn’t as busy as the entrance level yet. There was a second bar that stretched almost the length of one side of the room and I found a standing table towards the furtherest corner of the room just back from the first tables surrounding the edge of the floor.

My stone gray pinstripe coat started to make me feel warm and I slid it off, exposing tanned skin and lithe but muscled arms. I was now clad only in my matching waistcoat and breast strapping. Outside of their strapping my breasts are full but not overly large, I imagine strapping them down would be more painful if they were. I’m pretty average in build but years of gym workouts and swimming have muscled me up. I was glad I’d chosen my ass-hugging black leather biker pants, no matter how unforgivingly warm they might become, when I saw the Nymph making her sweep of her club.

As she mingled through the crowd, shaking hands and smiling, flirting where appropriate I couldn’t take my eyes of her. Midnight black hair streamed the full length of her back, all in pencil braids and entwined with ribbons of hot pink, sky blue and grass green. Loosely tied back from her face and held in check by a few braids looped around the fullness that moved as if filled with life all its own. As I watched her I surveyed the crowd, everybody turned to watch her, even the gay boys couldn’t seem to keep their eyes to themselves as she sauntered seductively through the growing waves of people. I could feel myself moisten as I watched her intently, the sweep of her grass green skirt wasn’t too wide as she spun from a customer to her assistant to order a round for a table of VIP’s. The hem fell just below the line of her knee and my breath quickened for an instant as I took in the full view of her. A sheer matching grass green corset showed off a more ample bosom than mine, with a beautiful jade pendant in the shape of a tree hanging just above the cleft from around a long and slender neck that I wanted to sink my teeth into. Her long porcelain legs were toned, chiselled muscle and she wore simple heels in matching green. I shivered from desire as she walked towards me, full lips shaped into a dazzling smile. The bangles that decorated both wrists were the same colours as the ribbons twisted through her braids and a jade armband encircled one of her toned biceps.

By extrordinary luck I had picked the table behind the group of her friends that she had invited that night. The only seat left being closest to my table I had a great view as she bent over slightly to pull out her seat. The tautness of her skirt showed the luscious curve of her ass before falling loosely away and I couldn’t help but look, well… actually stare is more accurate. Before she could sit she leaned across the table to greet her friends and I saw part of the tattoo that adorned her back for the first time. I strained my eyes in order to see more, following the twisting almost root-like tendrils from the base of her spine, I noticed runes and Greek characters knotted throughout the trunk that ran up her spine, hard to see between the lacings of the sheer corset she wore and I leaned closer to her without realising. Trying to see the branches I could just make out under the shimmery green fabric.

So engrossed was I that I didn’t register my friend Nicole, waving manically and making her way through the throng of people, until the Nymph turned around to see who she was waving too. Knowing it wasn’t her, she turned to find me staring at her back. I smiled as I glanced upward, since I had been caught I figured there was no harm in admiring the rest of her tattoo. My deep brown eyes followed the tattoo around her torso. Leaves, more runes and Greek characters woven into branches covered her smooth flesh and slid up towards her perky D-cup breasts, which unfortunately were covered by less sheer fabric I couldn’t see through. Raising my eyes to glance to her face and gauge her reaction I was pleased sex izle to see a playful smile on her lips as she turned away from me and sat down and I was joined by Nicole, Jill and Bobbi.

“Hey Aria.” Nicole greeted me as she pulled out a stool and leaned back into Bobbi’s arms.

“Who’s got your attention tonight?” Jill, my ex and best friend asked me as her greeting as she came round and hugged me.

“Only you,” I answered as I hugged her in return, smiling over her thin shoulder at my flatmates.

“Bullshit.” Jill laughed as she pulled up another stool.

“We all know its the raven haired beauty behind us.” Bobbi joined in.

“Yeah the one that owns this place,” Nicole piped up.

“The one you nearly always stare at…” Jill finished as they all laughed at my expense.

“Pfft, you all say that like I’m the only one of us that does.” I joked as I pointedly looked at each of them in turn.

“Well, at least we aren’t as obvious.” Nicole smiled at me.

“Anybody here got work or study plans early tomorrow?” I asked, keen to escape their good-natured torment.

“I’m free so I’m getting shots and chasers. Speak now or suffer the consequences.” I announced backing away towards the bar. Getting smiles and thumbs up from them I turned and went to order drinks.

Coming back with a tray of Black Mamba shots (Black Sambuca and cream liquer) and four whiskey and cokes we started our night with a toast to the Equinox.

“Blessed be.” We choursed before downing each shot. The dance floor began to fill and Snake River Conspiracy pumped from the speakers.

We filed out to the floor, whiskey and cokes in hand, not really worried about our stuff at the table as we could all see it from where we ended up. I started swaying to the music, feeling buzzed from the shots I found it easier to dance. Usually I was the dyke who sat in the corner, watching everybody else. Tonight I wanted to be part of the swelling, undulating crowd, dancing and swaying and free. I saw Jill smile at me as she danced closer to me, leaning in so I could hear her as she said something about Nic and Bobbi. I looked their way, giggling as I saw Bobbi’s hand slide up under Nicole’s shirt and caress her lover’s stomach as they started making out. My arms drew Jill closer to my body and we danced to the husky haunting sound of the music being played, our bodies moving together in familiar rhythm. Jill’s hands roamed slowly over my back, snaking under the waistcoat I wore to knead the muscles of my lower back.

“You look hot when you dance” she whispered in my ear.

“You always look hot.” I said. But when I felt her hands slide down and cup my ass, pulling me closer so that the strap-on I was wearing rubbed against her pelvic bone I wanted to back off, I knew this was a bad idea as it was when we first hooked up.

“I did always love the fact you come prepared.” Jill laughed as she stroked the strap-on through my leather pants.

I laughed, grabbing her hands away “Now, now. No more of that. We both know its not a good idea.”

Jill smiled at me, “Fine, but you know you’re missing out.” She called out as she headed to the bar to order more shots for us all.

Grabbing Nicole and Bobbi, I headed back to the table and we all downed our tequila shots. Deciding they weren’t enough I headed back to the bar, ordering another couple rounds of Black Mamba’s and whiskey and coke’s.

“Put those on the house account Aroha,” a deep, sultry voice said behind me as a long-boned feminine hand was placed on my shoulder.

“And add a couple rounds of those Black Mamba’s for me and my table as well.” The Nymph nodded to the bartender as she slid her hand lightly down my back.

“Sure thing, boss.”

“So…” The Nymph said as she turned her sparkling emerald gaze on me… “Your group seems to be having a good time tonight.”

I smiled, “Yeah we are, thanks.” My mouth felt dry as I wet my lips. She was so close to me, I hadn’t seen her this close before and my clit throbbed as I returned her gaze.

“We always do, actually. You run a great club.” I stammered looking for conversation as the bartender finished up one tray of shots and drinks, putting them out and starting on the next tray.

“Well, your welcome. I don’t think we’ve met before,” she said extending her hand towards me, “I’m Daphne.”

“Aria.” I replied taking her hand in mine. It was warm and silken and I liked the feel of her hand in mine, “It’s my pleasure to meet you.” I murmered as I raised her hand to my mouth and kissing the back of it.

“Charmed, I’m sure.” Daphne said as she giggled, clearly amused. “I didn’t think anybody did that anymore.”

“Perhaps they should, Daphne.” I replied, trying my hardest to focus on her eyes rather than her breasts which were even more gorgeous and full up close. I was acutely aware of her body inches from mine, the heat of her radiated around me. I struggled to say something else.

“So, was your name inspiration for the club?” I asked, gesturing around me.

Daphne raised one pointed eyebrow at me.

“Like the nymph that turned herself into a tree to escape Apollo’s infatuation.” I continued. Trying to think of something else to alt yazılı porno say.

“Yes actually.” She turned toward the bar as the second tray of drinks was placed in front of us.

“Most people don’t make the connection,” she smiled. “Do you like Greek history?”

I smiled, a topic I knew something about. “Yeah I love it. I teach it actually.”

“Teach it? Thats cool.” Daphne motioned to the bartender who began making two more shots.

“You’ll have to try this shot then. I call it Apollo’s Downfall.”

“I’m game.”

“I thought you might be.”

Glancing around the crowd as I waited, not sure what to say next, I noticed Jill hooking up with a girl at our table. Feeling slightly relieved, I turned to pick up my Apollo’s Downfall.

“What should we drink too?” Daphne asked as we raised our glasses.

“How about to Spring, since tonight is the Equinox.”

“Agreed.”

“To Spring.” We chimed in unison as we downed our shots.

The sharpness hit my tongue and burned my throat as I swallowed. Her head tilted back to swallow her shot and I was mesmerised, watching her. Taking the opportunity to roam my eyes over her body hungrily, I imagined running the tip of my tongue along those tattooed branches, under her sheer green corset. I could see them clearly this close. My hands ached to grasp her hair, her breasts or her hips as I suckled one of her nipples, her clit.

I wanted her desperately.

I raised my eyes and was met by an amused gaze, triumphant and knowing.

“Wow. What was in that shot?” I asked, throat dry my voice came out husky with my desire.

“Absinthe, ouzo and a secret ingredient. No other drink has it.” She smiled as she lifted her tray. “I better go, and I really should let you get back to your girlfriend and friends.” Daphne said as she turned away.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” I answered, “But my friends will be wondering what I’ve done with their drinks.” I joked.

Daphne turned her head back, long black braids and coloured ribbons flicking over her shoulder as she did.

“Oh I thought the blonde was your girl. Looked like it on the floor.” She called out as she moved through the crowd.

Lifting my tray I followed her back to my table.

“Finally Aria!” Nicole cried out as I placed the tray down.

“Almost sent out a rescue team for you.” Bobbi joked.

“Yeah we were gonna make posters with your picture on them and everything.” Jill finished.

“Alright, alright.” I waved my arms in surrender, “Next time one of you pays then.” I shot back. My limbs felt light and airy, and I glanced over at Daphne who was back with her group, handing out the Black Mamba’s. Electric chills shivered along my spine as I looked at her. I wanted to go back over to her, I felt drawn to her, like a compass drawn North. My breath came in shorter gasps as I stared.

“You should try talking to her.” Jill said to me. Startling me from my reverie. The girl she had picked up was feeling her up, kissing the back of her neck. Careless of the crowd. I did my share of the shots, one after the other, after the other and sculled half my whiskey and coke before answering her.

“I did speak to her. Her name’s Daphne.”

Nicole and Bobbi stopped making out and stared at me, Jill stopped her pick up from feeling her up.

“What? That explains why you took so long at the bar then.” Jill squealed excitedly.

“Strike out?” Bobbi asked.

“No. Thanks for your vote of confidence by the way.” I scoffed, “I think she was watching us dance before.”

“Well, since the shots are gone, I was gonna suggest dancing again.” Nicole said. Leading Bobbi to the floor by her hand, and pulling her into the pumping crowd of dancers.

“Let’s go,” Jill said over her shoulder, doing the same with her new girl.

What the hell I thought as I followed my friends into the swaying masses.

As Perfect Circle played out of the club’s speakers, I swayed along as if in a trance. I felt so alone as I looked around me. I noticed people everywhere were hooking up, grinding on each other, half of them were practically having sex on the dance floor. Bobbi and Nicole certainly were. Jill and her conquest were nearly there as well. I felt wrong and out of place amongst the masses of people enjoying each other, a lemon in a bowl full of apples, I needed to get some air so I left the floor and found myself outside in the smokers area which was practically empty.

“Are you feeling okay? You look a little peaky.” Daphne’s voice seemed to wrap around me like vines, little leaves of firey desire tickling the sensitive skin around my ears, blazing down around my breasts, my stomach and my hips.

“I could really use a glass of water, I guess.” I said as I turned to find her standing close to me, holding a glass of water.

Daphne smiled, her teeth were white and straight and her lips full and inviting as she offered me the water.

“How did you know?” I asked as I took the water and sculled half of it down in one long swallow.

Daphne shrugged. “It’s my job.” She laughed, and a cute blond guy walked out. She moved closer to me to let him pass by her, hooking her foot altyazılı sex izle on the bottom bar around the high table we stood at. Casually the inside of her thigh rested against the outside of mine, the vines of fire I could feel around me snaked their way down my legs, between my thighs. My nipples stiffened under the strapping and razor sharp desire sliced through to the centre of me. My hands shook slightly from the strain of resisting the urge to drag my nails lightly up her thigh to her enticing womanhood. I sipped my water for something to do.

I didn’t know what she was saying, all I could focus on was the way her hair brushed my shoulder as she leant close to my ear to talk to me. The smell of sunlight surrounded me, as though shining through a canopy of trees and flowers, like river water soaked into fresh dirt. I felt her arm rest upon my back, her fingers absently twirling locks of hair at the bottom of my short hair line. I readjusted the green strap-on I wore beneath my pants, the delicious pressure building around the end inside me lessened.

Her hot breath moistened my neck, her ample breasts brushed my bicep and I reached for her, unable to stop myself. Drawing her fully against me, my arm locked around her hips, my hand lightly rested on the swell curve of her buttocks. I bought my lips close enough to faintly taste her lipstick when I licked my lips, before she pressed her lips to mine. Her mouth opened to me, and as her tongue wrestled with mine her other hand slid under my waistcoat massaging my chest through the strapping. Her grip on my neck strengthened, hardened to be as unyeilding as oak as we claimed each others lips, tongues and breath.

“Come to the floor, lover.” Daphne purred as she led me inside. The music was louder and crowds of people pressed against me as I followed her onto the dance floor. She turned to face me in the middle of the pulsating crowd, running her hands firmly over her breasts and down her hips as she swayed to the music.

My feet followed her, my hands ran over her hips as I danced slightly away from her. Her strong fingers interlaced with mine, my hands were drawn with hers over her rounded stomach, her full breasts. I heard her moan as she squeezed them gently, could feel the hardness of her nipples under my palms as Daphne moved them over the light fabric back down to her hips. Releasing my hands she drew me closer by my hips. Tracing her hand lightly over the front of my pants, my strap-on firm beneath her grasp. I felt it move inside me as she tugged on it lightly, my pussy convulsed slightly and felt incredible around the hard, warm strap-on end inside me and Daphne smiled.

I enfolded her strong body in my arms, kissing the base of her neck, over her collarbone I ran my tongue, nipping lightly at her shoulder. My hands roamed over her body, stopping now and then to massage and tease. Her moans were loud in my ear as her hands found my body, fervently stroking my back and my shoulders. We swayed, locked together. Her pelvis brushed mine, we moved in time to the music. People around us groped at us as we kissed passionately. Somebody reached from behind to unbutton my waistcoat as Daphne’s hands grabbed me firmly by the ass, grinding against my strap-on, I let it slide over my arms, not really caring who was removing it. A cute redhead was undoing Daphne’s corset from behind her as my hands came back to her torso. The redhead smiled at me over Daphne’s shoulder, undoing the last hook she slid her hands up over Daphne’s sides before teasingly removing the sheer fabric. Revealing the dark green tree tattoo in its full glory. It was beautifully done, the twisting branches and leaves fanned over her breasts and I traced my fingers lightly down over the delicate knotwork that filled the trunk and flowed smoothly into the roots that ended just above the band of her skirt. The redhead grasped both of Daphne’s breasts firmly in her small hands and tweaked the stiff pink nipples as I snarled lightly at her. Daphne moaned loudly as I licked around and between the redheads fingers, suckling and tonguing the dusky pink flesh of her nipples. My hands stroked the beautiful orbs, the skin lightly tanned and her jade pendant caught the light, gleaming slightly. Somebody ran their hands over my back, coming to a stop on each side of my torso and then I felt a moist warmth start at the bottom of my spine, a swirling tongue found the hollow there and I swore softly as I groaned from pleasure. The smell of female musk filled the atmosphere and my cunt was soaked when Daphne reached for my belt buckle. Urgency filled us both and somehow I guided us towards the front of the floor as she undid my fly, peeling the leather over my hips and freeing the strap-on slightly. Solidly we slammed up against the stage where the dj booth was, I pushed her up against it, lifting her ass onto the stage so I could reach her with my mouth. I roughly pulled her skirt off, tossing it on the floor behind me. I took a moment, burning the image of her in my mind. Long black pencil braids and coloured ribbons streaming over her smooth naked rounded body, her emerald eyes awash with undiluted lust for me, the tattoo moving as she breathed heavily and she bit her lip as I ran my hands up over her inner thighs and hooked my fingers around the black lace thong. Her ample breasts quivered and heaved as I pulled it slowly down, exposing a neat trim landing strip of short black hair and a glistening, heavily swollen slit I couldn’t wait to slide my tongue into.

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I have always loved sex. I am now 26 and it’s gotten steadily worse as I’ve gotten closer to my “sexual peak”. The worst part is I am very partial to a certain way of how things should go down and I can’t settle for men who act like pussies.

I know that’s why I love men in uniform, more specifically policemen or army guys. Men with guns; strong men who can definitely give me the good roughing up I so desperately crave…and who have the wit to keep up with my games.

I must play with myself at least three or four times a day…I just want to cum and feel that wonderful feeling of wetness between my legs, soaking through my g-string and my jeans. And I’ll take good sex whenever I can get it – guy, girl, both, or many. I like variety and am down to try anything once…but after having as many lovers as I have, I know what I like and don’t. I need to be dominated. Whether it’s by a man or woman it doesn’t matter but I need to be treated like a little whore in order to really enjoy myself.

~*^*~

The curious note pinned to my door was addressed to “My Sexy Lil Bitch”. I grabbed it and unlocked my apartment door, finding it unlocked. My heart sped up a bit, and I slowly walked into the front entrance, where my cat was stretched out, fast asleep. Some guard cat, I thought to myself.

Opening the note, I continued to read:

“Your presence is ordered Friday Night at LeCadillac Hotel on 4th Avenue at 8 o’clock sharp. Do not be late, whore, or you will be punished mercilessly. You will be receiving the dress code via courier, make sure your sexy ass is dressed and ready for action when you arrive.”

There was no signature on the note, and it was typed so no handwriting to use to identify. The thought totally thrilled me, this strange invitation to the kinkiest hotel in town. Jacuzzis, multiple jet showers, mobil porno mirrors everywhere, stripper poles and even cages in some rooms. I wondered which one of the boys I called friends was going to be there when I arrived.

~*~

A sharp knock at my door startled me out of bed the next morning. I rubbed my eyes, looked at my clock and saw that it wasn’t even 6 a.m. yet. I wondered who the hell was brave enough to disturb my beauty rest.

I opened the door and a sexy young stud stood there holding a box.

“Sign here, please,” he said, handing me a slip. I couldn’t help but notice a twinkle in his deep blue eyes…and his tall frame and broad shoulders were exactly my type…I pictured him taking me and throwing me against a wall and just ravaging me.

I signed my name with a flourish but before I could make any suggestions, the guy was gone. I took the box inside my apartment and tore it open.

Inside the box was some lingerie and some sky high stiletto sandals. A pair of white fishnet stockings with a lacy garter belt, matching g-string and a sexy little white whisp of a dress. The dress, I knew, would barely cover anything. It would definitely look hot on my slim frame and nicely tanned skin. I could feel the excitement beginning to burn in between my legs and couldn’t wait for Friday night.

~*~

When Friday finally came, I dolled myself up in the white dress and stilettos. I love come-fuck-me-shoes…they make me feel every bit the whore and they showcase my gorgeous long legs and tight little ass perfectly.

I called up a taxi, and I could feel my pussy starting to get wet thinking about how this taxi driver was going to see me in my little slut costume. It turned me on so much to show off.

The taxi arrived promptly, and as I got in the car, I watched the driver’s alman porno eyes mentally undress me. I purposely bent over so that my nipple poked out of the dress a bit while telling him the address. My nipples were both hard and I was totally psyched for the night ahead.

~*~

I arrived at 8 o’clock sharp at the hotel.

A tall, blonde guy with a distinctive crew cut was waiting in the lobby for me. He called me by name, but only looked vaguely familiar.

“Anna, come with me,” he said, in a very firm voice.

I followed him to one of the rooms, and just outside the door, he pulled a blindfold out of his pocket. My pussy quivered with the thought, I loved being totally at the mercy of my lover. He wordlessly tied it around my head, and then he opened the door.

As he led me by the hand into the room, I could hear men’s voices all around me.

“Sexy little bitch!”

“Oooo would you look at that tasty whore!”

“Nasty little cumslut here for the party!”

There were too many different voices to tell just how many men were in the room. My entire body was trembling in anticipation of the night to come. I was led to a bed and thrown down upon it carelessly. Then several pairs of hands took each of my ankles and wrists and secured fastened them to the four posts of the bed. My legs were now tied wide open and I could feel the juices squeezing out of my hot, tight little cunt.

“So, you little cock sucking whore,” a familiar voice said, “Are you ready for the fucking of your life?” As he asked me this I felt my nipple getting pinched awfully hard and held that way and then the other one…and I realized that nipple clamps had been attached to my perky little nipples. I cried out, half in pain, half in absolute bliss.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” alexis texas porno another voice answered for me. Definitely Connor, the drop dead gorgeous Private that I had been fucking lately. His voice I would know anywhere, I was used to hearing him give me orders in the bedroom and I loved being his little cumslut. Tall, muscular, with dark hair and mischievous green eyes, I could well imagine the monstrous hard-on he must be sporting right about now.

Suddenly, I felt hands on my body, roughly moving up and down the insides of my legs and brushing against my pussy. I was soaked and totally turned on for whatever lay ahead.

“Well, aren’t you a horny little bitch?” A hand began to rub my clit through my g-string and it was so wet it stuck in between my pussy lips.

“Yes, I am sooo horny…please fuck me?” I moaned as I pumped my hips against this hand that was fondling me.

“Hear that guys? She wants to be fucked,” said Connor with a laugh. “And she’ll go all night until each of us has had a turn fucking all of her dirty little slut holes.”

A bunch of guys laughed at his comment and I really wondered how many men were there. There must have been at least eight, but since I couldn’t see I couldn’t tell. I knew that I had never fucked that many men in the same night, that was for sure.

The hand rubbing my clit starting gently slapping at it, which drove me insane with pleasure.

“I need to get fucked,” I moaned.

“Oh there’s no need to worry about that, we’re going to take care of you, you disgusting whore,” one of the guys said and I felt a hand reach through my head and grab a fistful of hair. Then a cock pushing against my cherry red lips, big and hard and ready to fuck. I opened my mouth hungrily to receive his big dick down my throat, making me gag and making my clit throb some more.

Several pairs of hands grabbed at my dress and ripped it so that it hung loosely off my body. The g-string they ripped too a bit too, but pulled it such that it was digging into my ass crack and leaving my cunt wet and exposed.

~TO BE CONTINUED~

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My wife and I were on vacation abroad, and ran into some people from our home town. It got me thinking… If it could happen to us, why not someone else?

If you’re looking for a visual of our female lead character, I was picturing Sela Ward, but perhaps a little more buxom. I hope you enjoy it.

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I looked across the bed to the empty pillow next to mine. It was still warm, and would quite soon again be cradling the very pretty head of my new girlfriend.

She was in the bathroom, humming happily, and reappeared in the doorway a few seconds later.

“Ready for more?” she giggled, smiling brightly.

I suppose I should tell you more about how we met, before we go back for round two.

*****

Believe it or not, this whole thing started on my Mother’s birthday.

Little did I know that I would be the one getting the gift.

Anyway, as I said, it was Mom’s birthday, and Dad surprised everyone in the family with his present for her. When it came to choosing gifts for Mom, he had a history of small appliances and other household items. Mom didn’t complain, of course, but even I could see that she had hoped for something more… well, personal. Something that she actually wanted, not just something for the house.

I had no illusions this year would be any different, but apparently aliens had replaced my Father with a more thoughtful version. When he handed her the small, well wrapped box, I exchanged disbelieving looks with my older sister. There had to be some mistake.

Mom giggled, and started to carefully unwrap the foil paper by tugging on the ribbon that belted the package. In typical Mom fashion, she didn’t tear the paper. It would go into her pile of reusable wrapping. She lifted the lid off the box.

Inside, amid the tissue paper, she found a gift certificate… for a new bathing suit.

Ooooo, so close, I thought. Mom had recently lost some weight, and probably did need a new suit to show off her more slender, fitter self, but it still seemed like a present that Dad would get more out of than Mom.

“Thank you so much, honey,” Mom smiled. She never showed her disappointment, even when the gift was a new steam iron. “I do need a new bathing suit. I might even think about a bikini, now that I’m in better shape.”

“There’s more, darling,” Dad said with a smug confidence. “Look again.”

Mom dug through the tissue, then froze. She looked at my Father, stunned, and he just nodded.

Every dog in the neighbourhood picked its head up, as Mom screamed in delight, jumping up and down before leaping into my Father’s arms.

“I think she likes it,” my sister whispered, standing next to me. “What do you think it is? A new blender?”

“Box is too small,” I laughed. “Maybe some socks.”

“Alright, you two,” Dad warned, still accepting my Mother’s hug of gratitude. “Be careful what you say, or you might find yourself uninvited.”

We just stood silently, suitably chastised, waiting for Mom to let us know what was so exciting. When she finally settled down, she pulled a brochure out of the bottom of the box. In letters three inches high, it cleared up the mystery.

Greece. We were all going to Greece.

***

Now, Greece had always been my Mother’s dream. She had no real reason for wanting to go there, but she had always wanted to. Dad had hit a home run with this one.

Of course, we weren’t going right away. Dad was giving Mom free rein on this trip. It was her gift, so she got to customize it to her tastes. The rest of us were just along for the ride.

It took three months for everything to fall into place. Mom set us up on a two stop vacation. The first part of the two-week trip would be on the mainland, touring the typical tourist spots, like the Acropolis and various other ruins. It was fun, and educational, but I personally feel that once you’ve seen two or three crumbling stone structures, you’ve pretty much seen them all.

My favourite part of the trip was the second part; a glorious, relaxing week on Santorini, at a beautiful resort.

There’s blue, and then there’s Santorini blue. The sky and ocean seemed to be in competition to see which could be the most breathtaking azure hue, contrasting against the stark white of stucco on the buildings. It was remarkable, but not the sight I’ll remember most. That came on day one, by the pool.

I had noticed something about Greece, besides that it was old. I was looking at it through a young man’s eyes, so naturally the first thing I noticed was the women. In a word… Wow!

It’s probably just because the women here fit my type, but it seemed like beautiful, dark-haired women grew on trees here.

It’s my Mom’s fault. She was a brunette, and I naturally gravitated toward her look as what women were supposed to be like. Here in Greece, they were everywhere.

I wasn’t sure what I’d do for a whole week here, but I was willing to start by hanging out around the pool, altyazılı porno where the female staff of the resort made for entertaining viewing.

Which is how I met my girlfriend, in a matter of speaking. I was watching one of the pool bar servers wiggle her butt past me, when some movement in the background caught my eye. I shifted my focus, and caught this girl about my age, climbing the ladder out of the pool. She was wearing a bikini, and the bottom half of it was so brief that almost all of her very nicely shaped ass was exposed to my eyes. She turned in profile, and raised her arms to wring out her hair, which was long, straight and light brown.

Nice tits, I thought, turning my head to follow her to her lounge. They weren’t that big, but still had a cute little jiggle to them. I suppose it was obvious that I was staring at her, because as she stopped by her seat, I found myself looking into the dark eyes of a woman I assumed to be her Mother. She was wearing a black one-piece, with a big floppy hat on her head. She had tipped her sunglasses down, and was watching me watching her daughter’s ass with a certain level of disapproval. Still, there was a wry grin on her face.

Caught with my hand in the cookie jar, I looked away. Far too late. I felt compelled to see if she was still looking across at me, and peeked. Indeed, she was still looking in my direction, and took her glasses off to make sure I saw her eyes. She didn’t appear angry.

A few minutes later, the mystery woman began to pack up her things. She stood, her back to me for long enough to etch the much more mature curves of her own rear end in my memory. She was tall, lean and statuesque, with a classic hourglass figure. As she put her cover up back on, she turned to glance at me. I was too enthralled to look away this time, and saw the fullness of her breasts in profile.

She let her daughter lead into the hotel, blocking my view with her own body. At the time, I thought she might have been acting as a protective parent, but in retrospect, she may have been flirting. A final glance over her shoulder confirmed that I was still watching, and she smiled.

I had never really noticed older women before. I was usually more interested in their daughters, but there was something about this woman that captured my attention completely. Her beauty was undeniable. She was a goddess in the land of goddesses.

I had no idea how right I was.

***

Later that afternoon, my whole family was out by the pool again. I was sitting next to Mom, with Dad on her other side, and my sister beside him. The sun had moved, and shadows obscured the other side of the deck. My eyes were closed, enjoying the golden warmth of the later light.

“Excuse me, are these taken?” the voice said. It was a woman’s voice, soft and gentle. I opened my eyes.

“Please, help yourself,” my Mother replied.

It was her. Those dark eyes gazed down into mine, until she turned to smile at my Mother.

“Thank you,” she said, extending her hand to Mom. “I’m Ambrosia Castellanos, and this is my daughter, Marina.”

Funny how I started out watching her daughter’s ass, and now hadn’t even noticed that she was here. Oh well.

“I’m Carol,” Mom responded. “My husband, Herbert, daughter Sharon, and son Henry,” she gestured.

Ambrosia made eye contact down the line, starting with my sister, farthest away. “Hello,” she smiled, “Hello, hello.” She finished with me, next to her.

“Hello, Henry,” she smiled, seemingly brighter than the smile she had sent the others. She arranged her towel on the lounge, and sat down elegantly.

Oh my…

My eyes tried desperately not to wander over to the long, lean, slender legs that filled the right side of my peripheral vision. My willpower was being tested further by her foot, rubbing up and down the smooth, tanned skin of her muscular calf. My mother rescued me by starting a conversation with our new friend.

“So, Ambrosia? From your name, I would guess you are from around here? From Greece, I mean,” Mom asked.

“Yes,” the stunning brunette smiled, “and no. I am Greek, yes. Born in Athens, grew up nearby. But I left over twenty years ago. My daughter and I are here to visit relatives. It’s her first time.”

“You’re visiting relatives, but staying in this resort?” Mom questioned. “Not staying with your family?”

“Ah yes,” Ambrosia nodded. “We Greeks and our big families. That’s why I left in the first place. I’m here to visit, not renew hostilities. I’m sure you have family members you could do without?”

“Of course,” Mom smiled. “Don’t we all.” Dad turned his head. Mom had never really been my Grandmother’s favourite daughter-in-law. It was no secret.

There was a lull in the conversation between Ambrosia and my Mom, as her daughter said something that I couldn’t hear. She got up, and went inside.

“Keep it short, please,” Ambrosia called after her. “Halfway around the world, and she just has to call her boyfriend every zenci porno morning. The phone bill is going to be more than the flight.” she explained.

“Thankfully, these two don’t have anyone to call right now,” my Mother laughed. “You said you left Greece long ago. Where do you live now?”

“Well, I met a man who had business worldwide, so after we married, we were quite the globetrotters,” Ambrosia said. “It’s not the life for a child, however, and when I became pregnant with Marina, we settled in Canada.”

“You’re kidding! Where abouts?” Mom gasped.

“West coast, in the Vancouver area,” Ambrosia replied, turning to look at my mother in surprise.

“Isn’t life strange? We travel all the way to Greece, to meet a Greek woman, who could be our neighbour!” Mom smiled. “New West! We’re from New Westminster!”

“Would you like to take my seat, Mrs. Castellanos?” I asked, “So you can talk easier?”

“Why thank you, yes, Henry! That’s so thoughtful,” she smiled. “On one condition ; please call me Ambrosia. Deal?” She extended her hand. When I took it, I found it to be soft, and smooth, and perfectly manicured.

“Yes Ma’am… I mean, yes… Ambrosia,” I replied softly. Her eyes met mine for an instant, and took my breath away.

So we swapped lounges, and Ambrosia spent the next half hour talking about how small the world seemed. When Marina returned, she did a double-take, then took her seat.

“Hi Marina,” I said, “I’m Henry,”

“I know,” she said coldly. Apparently, her mother got all the charm.

“How’s your boyfriend?” I asked.

“Fine, and none of your business,” she replied.

“Okay, nice talking to you,” I laughed. She just closed her eyes, and tilted her head away. I didn’t see Ambrosia lean closer.

“So, Henry,” she whispered. “You don’t have a girlfriend at home? I find it hard to believe that a strong, handsome young man such as you doesn’t have the girls lined up around the block, just waiting for a date.”

My initial thought was that she was trying to set me up with Marina. Maybe she didn’t like her daughter’s boyfriend, and was hoping I’d displace him, but Marina didn’t seem too willing to allow that.

There was something about her voice, though; Her voice, and the way she looked at me. It made me tingle. She was just so beautiful.

***

I was laying on my lounge the next morning, by myself. My sister was sleeping in, and my parents were probably doing things I’d rather not think about. I had the edge of the towel shading my eyes. From above, I heard her voice again.

“Hello Henry,” she purred. The timbre of her throaty words instantly got my attention.

I tipped the towel away from my eyes, and looked up at Ambrosia. The full swell of her breasts was impossible to miss from this angle, and she had to look around them to see me.

“Hello Mrs. Cast… I mean, Ambrosia,” I smiled. “Looking for a seat?”

“Yes,” she smiled. “May I sit with you?”

“Certainly,” I nodded, and watched as she arranged herself, dropping her wrap from around her hips. I got a good look at her ass, and it was goooooooooooooood. She was wearing blue today, and I noticed it was one of those maillots with cutouts, so it was like a bikini hybrid. It looked very sexy on her sumptuous curves.

“Where’s Marina today?” I asked, taking the opportunity to scan her body again.

“Sleeping in. I just couldn’t ignore the sun. I saw you from our balcony, and thought you might like some company,” she replied. That smile again. God, she was gorgeous. She had a ‘Sela Ward’ aire about her; very elegant and sophisticated in her classic beauty, but with an undeniable sexiness bubbling just under the surface.

“Yeah, my sister is sleeping in, too,” I laughed, piling the extra towel on my lap, to disguise the bulge that had to be growing there. I wasn’t immune to her, despite our age difference.

“Well, it’s their loss,” she giggled. “Such a glorious day! So, tell me about Henry.”

It wasn’t a suggestion. She wanted to know more about me, and even though we were far from well acquainted, I felt compelled to tell her.

I filled in a few blanks. I was eighteen, starting college in a month, a year behind my sister. Hoping to play football.

“Your turn, Ambrosia,” I smiled.

“You want to know about me?” she asked, playing coy. “I’m sure you’d find me boring.”

“Not at all,” I laughed. “You’re here with Marina, and you live near us at home. Is your husband still at home?”

“No, I’m afraid… My husband passed away two years ago,” she replied. A touch of sadness appeared in her eyes.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Ambrosia. I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t worry about it,” she said, dismissing my comment. “You couldn’t possibly know, and it’s past. Truly Henry, it’s okay.”

I nodded, and we sat silently for a moment, before she spoke.

“Henry? You don’t strike me as a Henry,” she smiled.

“Well, no, I suppose not. Mom aldatma porno calls me Henry, and my sister when she’s trying to get under my skin,” I explained. “Most of my friends call me Hank.”

“Hank. Yes, that’s more fitting for you. Alright, in your mother’s presence I will stick to Henry, but between us, it’s Hank,” she giggled. It was girlish, and very attractive. “My friends call me Brosie, so I believe you should too.”

“Deal,” I grinned, shaking her hand.

“Okay, Hank,” she said quietly, as she stood, and discarded her hat. She stretched her arms high, giving me the full effect of her very enticing bathing suit. Her tummy looked very firm and flat, especially in contrast to her chest, which was far from flat. My towel stirred. “I’m going for a swim. Watch my stuff?”

“Of course,” I nodded. I’ll be watching you, too.

She walked around to the far side of the pool, and tiptoed into the water. When it was waist deep, she looked over at me and waved, then dove under the surface. She came up in the deep end, looking like a tropical goddess. I watched her as she swam lap after lap, her body sliding effortlessly through the water. She seemed totally at ease, and completely comfortable under my gaze.

I suddenly realized that I was sporting a nearly full erection. I pressed on my crotch to quell the urge. There was a pool of cool water over there that would probably complete the deflation process, but I had to get from here to there without showing all of Greece that I was aroused. More specifically, I didn’t want Ambrosia to see it.

I stood, keeping the towel in my hand until I was nearly at the edge of the pool. Tossing it back to my seat, I dove straight in. There. Safe.

I came up right in front of her. It hadn’t been my intention. I was more concerned with getting into the pool than where I was going.

“Oh! Hello there!” she gasped as I popped up within arms length. She was chest deep, and the water’s motion was making her boobs float in a way that my eyes couldn’t ignore. The blood which had been leaving my dick immediately reversed direction. She swam around me into deeper water, then put her hand on my shoulder as she swept the wet hair out of her eyes.

“I’m getting out now,” she smiled. “I’ve cooled off enough.”

I haven’t, I thought, as I watched her stroke away smoothly. Then she climbed out via the ladder, showing me her spectacular ass again. Her suit had slipped up into her butt crack, and she pulled it out as she walked across the deck. It was a wonderful show, and increased the time I’d have to spend in the water before I could safely leave. It took about five minutes before I was soft again.

I felt her eyes on me as I climbed out, and she tossed me a towel when I was clear of the water.

“Thank you,” I laughed, wiping my shoulders. I took my seat, and we sat quietly for a few minutes. My eyes were closed, but I could still see the body beside me in my mind. I felt her hand on my arm.

“Hank… I want to go for a walk around town, and Marina isn’t interested in going,” she said softly. “Would you like to come with me? I’d feel better if I had someone to go with. I’ll buy you lunch?”

“Sure, Mrs. um, Amb… Brosie,” I stumbled.

“Keep trying. You’ll get it,” she laughed. “Okay, I’ll meet you in the lobby in thirty minutes.” She stood up, wrapped her towel around her hips, and gathered her stuff. She bent over to grab her hat, and gave me a view of her magnificent cleavage. “See you in the lobby.”

Off she went, wiggling her towel covered ass at me, and nearly causing another erection. I laid there, trying to keep my composure, and wondering what I had gotten myself into.

***

Thirty minutes later, I was in the lobby, and heard the click of heels behind me. Before I could turn around, hands covered my eyes. I felt her breasts against my back.

“Guess who?” she giggled. She released me before I replied, and let me turn around.

Wow. Dressed all in white, she looked spectacular. Her blouse was crisp, and while the body was solid and opaque, the long sleeves were diaphanous. A hint of cleavage peeked out through the partially unbuttoned front. Her skirt was mid-thigh, showing off her long legs. High heeled sandals adorned her feet. The floppy hat topped her head, and her long hair was draped over her left shoulder.

“How do I look?” she asked, doing a slow turn for me. “Not too much an old lady to be seen with you?”

Old lady? Yeah, right. If you’re an old lady, I’ll never look at a young girl again. She was waiting for me to say something. Apparently, my slack jaw and drool weren’t enough confirmation.

“Brosie, you look fantastic!” I finally blurted out.

“Thank you,” she smiled, “and thanks for calling me Brosie, Hank.”

“Where are we going?” I asked, extending my elbow.

“How gallant!” she giggled, hooking her arm in mine. “That way.”

Together, we walked slowly out the door, and into the narrow streets.

“So your mother is okay with you going out alone?” she asked, as we walked along the cobbled street.

“I’m sure she will be when she reads the note. My sister was still asleep. So were my parents,” I said, leaning closer and lowering my voice. “I think they were having sex earlier.”

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Life was tough in the village. Financial challenges at home denied me the privilege to seek better jobs or even to wait for appropriate jobs offer. After sleepless nights pondering over the directions of my life, I made one final decision, join the others, move to town, take what ever job that pays.

That weekend, the village youths returned from their working places. Most of them construction labourers. They seemed to have so much stories to bring home. After seeking information on jobs and the employers, I decided to try out with Benedict, whom we fondly called Ben.

Sunday morning came, I carried a bag and $30 in my pocket, waited for Ben and two others. We waited at a small village grocery shop. Went all was ready, we boarded the 10am bus to town some 80km away. My dad and youngest brother were there to see me off.

By 1pm we arrived at the so called workers hostel. The hut was hot though spacy. There wasn’t any rooms/bedrooms, a spacy common room where we were supposed to sleep, a bathroom with toilet and a kitchen space. The walls were made of boards. After resting, Ben brought me to their employer’s house not too far away.

Boss, he’s my village buddy and would like to work, said Ben. The employer, a man in the 70s looked at me from head to foot then back. A can of beer in his hand which he seeped from time to time, ok, come tomorrow he said as he continued his beer. What a man I thought.

I was tasked with a wheelbarrow, ferrying sand, gravel, bricks and cement. It was quite fun I thought. 10am break, everybody crowded round the employer’s station wagon. There were packed noodles and packed and iced tea for everyone. The boss himself drank beer all day long. By 4.30 pm, the boss did his round to see the progress of our work. Then we called it a day.

Once a fortnight we’ll be having dinner at our employer’s hd porno house. Then he’ll pay us our half month salary. I received $225. We were all treated to a night of beer, drinking at his garage space. All except me, drank pints and pints of beer. I drank coke. I was called into the house, our employer’s wife, a plump woman in her late 60s asked me if I was a new worker, my hometown, etc. I answered her positive for all her questions. Then told me to bring out a tray of dip fried chicken wings.

When all had enough, we headed back to our hostel. There I placed my hard earned money securely in my bag. The next day and days to come life was a routine. Another fortnight, and it was month end. We had dinner at our employer’s house as usual. We were given the balance of our salary. The drinking sessions resumed. There were also bottles of locally brewed wine. Knocking few workers out early.

I was again called to the kitchen, I was told by the boss wife to bring out a tray of chicken drumsticks and to return to the kitchen. As I entered the front door, a hand pulled me into a bedroom. Let’s fuck, quick take off your pants she sort of commanded me. I was shocked, I haven’t fuck a girl before. But I was thrilled, my cock immediately stood erect. She lifted her pyjamas top then pulled down her baggy pants. She rested her elbows on the bed and signalled me to doggy fuck her.

I dropped my pants and moved towards her backside. Just as the tip of my cock touches the smooth skin of her butt, I ejaculated. It was just beyond my control. As sperm splurted on her ass, she turned her head and giggled. I tried to penetrate her but missed her pussy. She then guided my cock in. This was my first time having my cock in a vagina. I started to pull and push, her hands massaged by testes from under. I ejaculated again. I just kept fucking sex izle her till my cock softened. She stood up, told me to dress up and go.

My knees felt weak, my balls empty and my cock rested limp in my pants. I join the rest pretending nothing happened. As I chewed the meaty chicken drumsticks, I kept on recalling, that’s how a vagina feels like. But I was quite embarrassed ejaculating early.

Somewhere middle of the week our boss called me. We were as usual working on a construction site. Tomorrow, you go to mow my lawn and tidy up the garage. He needed space for his new pick-up truck. I felt lucky to be working in shaded places. Back at the hostel, Ben and the rest teased me. You’ll be tidying bed sheets and pillows they joked. Pretending to be ignorant, I pressed for some meanings on their jokes. They all had been asked to fuck by the boss wife. It seemed the boss couldn’t fuck anymore while his wife still have strong desire. I wouldn’t mind if she’s young said a colleague.

I arrived at the boss house and was shown the tools corner, brush cutter, rakes, hoes, spades and all. The garage held empty buckets, crates of floor tiles, used tyres and all the construction related things. First I started mowing. Then I started cleaning up the garage. The boss left for town to buy break time refreshments for the others at the work site.

His wife came to the garage. I had a good look at her in broad day light. Her face was all lines. Her boobs though sagging was quite prominent. She smiled, then told me coffee was at the table. As she moved closer, I got a bit nervous. Your first time? I tried to smile. Come for your coffee. I followed her to the kitchen. There were doughnuts too, my favourite. I had an erection tried to hide. She must have noticed, she stood behind my stool. Her boobs pressing my back. I was half way through altyazılı porn my doughnut when she tug my hand. Come she said tugging me along.

Once in in the bedroom, she stripped nude. Elongated boobs, thick body and belly. Big at her hips with butt shrinking. She climbed and laid herself down. I stripped and into the bed next to her. She held my erect cock and started stroking. I played her boobs, I have never touch a woman before. I tried licking her nipples at the same time touching the pussy. I stroked while separating her pubic hair. You can have a look at my pussy she said at the same time folding her knees up. I gulped at the sights of her dark wrinkled labia. She must have known I never seen a nude woman close-up, my first fuck with her told it all. She smiled at my stiffened cock.

This time I managed to penetrate and pump her. She have lots of juice. But I didn’t last that long as I had wanted. The sperm came splurting inside her. I tried to maintain my hard-on. It was futile. My cock started softening. She pushed me over, took my cock and started jerking me with her mouth catching the tip of my cock. My cock got turgid, then she mounted on me. Sat on my cock and it went straight in. She started bouncing on me. I couldn’t feel much of her orgasm as her pussy was soft. She lay panting on top of me. Then we both hurriedly got dressed up.

As I was back to my chores, the boss came back. Told me to finish up and have lunch. After lunch he sent me back to the construction site where the rest of us had just began work after lunch. As I joined the rest with my usual task of pushing heap of bricks with the wheelbarrow, Ben asked, how was the boss wife? How many times did you screw her? I couldn’t cheat them. They knew the boss wife better. I just answered, once.

Back at the hostel, they all shared their experiences one after another the whole night through. Everyone was in a light mood sharing and at times laughing. Ben related how he was almost caught pants down by his boss. I didn’t find anything funny as I secretly treasured the experience.

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Let me begin this true account of my life with two verbatim emails I received from my ex-wife. The first one I received today read:

“You are beneath me. Your money cock pleasures me more than your little penis ever could. You must pay for the honor of pleasuring me. It makes my pussy throb and wet to demand tributes of you. And that it is your duty to pay them.”

We divorced over 5 years ago mainly because I have a little dick. Even worse it rarely gets fully hard. I encouraged her to find a real man to be with on the side but when she did I got too jealous, but by now she was into his big thick cock and wouldn’t stop.

We stayed friends. She is a masseuse, a legit one, and about two years ago I asked if she would massage me and she said sure. I had seen her maybe three times for a legit massage before I mustered up the courage to ask if she would give me a happy ending.

“I don’t do that,” she huffed.

“I will pay for it,” I said.

She ignored me and continued massaging my glutes and upper thighs. When she turned to reach for more oil, I adjusted myself so that my legs were spread wide apart. I may have a little dick – about 4 inches soft – but I have big balls and I knew she could see them now. She resumed massaging me but this time she massage my inner thighs and when she did that her hands would brush up against my balls.

I moaned a bit when she did that.

“Turn over,” she said, after a while.

She watched me turn over and she had a small smile on her face. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “How much?”

Her breath in my ear made me shiver. Her hand was resting right next to my balls when he asked me that.

“Two-hundred?”

“Plus, the massage, right?” She smiled.

“Yes, of course.”

“Plus, porno indir a tip.” She cupped my balls in her hand.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

For the next 30 minutes that’s all she did. She massaged my balls, even tugged on them a little bit, ran her long finger nails along my shaft and on and off would stroke me. “I forgot how small you are,” she said.

“I am sorry.”

“Yes, you are,” she chuckled. “If you put that inside me I wouldn’t even feel it, would I?”

This was not how she used to talk to me. It was a bit shocking and arousing all at once. “No, I guess not.”

“Definitely not! I can assure you that your little soft penis will never ever get near my pussy. It’s just too pathetic.” Suddenly for the first time in years I was rock hard. I was still only 6 inches if that. “Oh my,” she whispered.

She began stroking me with one hand while massaging my balls with the other. “You know,” she said, leaning down close to my penis. I looked down. Her mouth was an inch a way from my head. “Oh god,” I mumbled.

“I figure your hard penis is about half the size of Rudy’s. His is much thicker too. Rudy was her husband now and she knew I didn’t like him much. “His cock is so magnificent,” she said. “It hurts so good when he pounds me.”

She smiled at me. It was the smile of a devil. “Do you want my mouth, baby?”

My voice cracked, “Yes, please.”

“You have to pay more for that and do something for me before you go.”

“Okay,” I said as she blew air across my penis and balls.

“It will be $90 for the massage, $300 more to stroke you and blow you. That’s $390 and I figure another $60 tip will suffice.” She didn’t wait for me to answer. She knew I was too far gone and would do anything rokettube she wanted. She licked and sucked me for another 10 minutes or so and it was incredible. She rubbed her lips all over my penis and when she sucked me, she took all of it down her throat.

When I told her I was about to cum, she stopped. She stood up and grinned.

The look on my face must have been one of despair.

“Oh, you thought that price included you cumming, did you?”

I nodded and grunted, “God yes.”

“If you want to cum in my mouth, it’s another $200.

“Will you swallow?”

“For another $50.00.”

She started sucking me again. I did the math in my head. $700 to have my ex-wife blow me and drink my cum. That was a lot of money, but she knew I would pay it.

It took less than a minute before I began shooting my load in her mouth. I must have spasmed five times and she took it all, didn’t lose a drop. She looked at me and let me watch her swallow the last load down. Then, while stroking my spent penis, which was making me squirm, she handed my phone and said, “E=transfer the money to me now.”

It was difficult to log in because she was torturing my penis, stroking it and licking it, slurping up her own saliva and then dripping it all over my balls. Finally, she stopped and left me like that, my penis and balls soaked with her spit.

I got up off the table. My legs were weak, and I wobbled a bit. Then to my shock she pulled down her yoga tights and her thong and bent over the massage table. She reached behind and spread her ass cheeks open and whispered, “Kiss my ass before you go.”

I didn’t hesitate. I knelt and pushed my face between her ass cheeks and began kissing and licking her ass hole for a good porno 5 minutes until she just stood up and told me, “Okay, you can go now.”

That was the beginning of our current relationship. It’s been two years now that I have been seeing her but now I pay her mortgage and utility bill plus there are other times when she just demands money. I got this email two hour after the one above:

“I need you to transfer Mommy $1,000. You need to do this because you are my pay pig and because you are so lucky to have me, and I am above you. As a reward you can stroke yourself to release thinking of me and my pussy.

Love Mommy”

I am now her pay pig and every time I see her now I worship her ass and suck her pussy for at least half our time together. Then she torments me until eventually I cum. She prefers to stroke me into her other hand so that she can watch me slurp up my own cum. She decided a year ago that it was demeaning for her to suck my pathetic penis, so hand jobs, often very rough hand jobs is what I get, if I am lucky. Sometimes she just edges me over and over but sends me home with blue balls.

I see her now twice a week in her studio. We must be quiet, so her boss doesn’t hear us.

For the past year or so I have been begging her to let me cum inside her pussy, but she has never let me. One day I asked her if there was an amount I could pay to do that, and she slapped me and said firmly, “I am not a whore.”

But I have kept hinting about it and when I asked her if she would like to financially rape me and she immediately said she would, I asked her if she would take my cum as my rapist.

“Maybe,” she said.

There is more to this true story, but I am going to stop here because I know there are a lot of readers who will write terrible things about me, who will judge me and think I am a loser, but I don’t feel that way.

I maybe a pay pig who is further abused financially but I am having the hottest sex now than ever in my life.

Let me know if you want me to continue.

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Well another day is here and I roll over to the sexiest female on the planet. She reaches out and kisses me, she slips her tongue into my mouth and jerks it out she yells go brush your teeth your mouth smells like she-male cum. When I got up she followed me to the bathroom she stopped me and when I looked into her eyes I knew she was up to something. She told me she wanted me to masturbate for her before I brush my teeth. She said that while you are jerking-off I will tell you what we are going to be doing in the next couple days.

She handed me the Vaseline and a remote control vibrating butt-plug. She said insert the butt-plug first then jack-off I know how these butt-plugs make you produce more cum and how you like something up your ass so much. She told me not to cum until she tells me to. My ass devoured the butt-plug and she was right I loved to have my ass full of something like most men when I cum. I had the butt-plug all the way up my ass and was sitting back on the toilet the butt-plug had a suction cup on the end so I could fuck my ass up and down while I jacked-off. She jumped up on the sink and started telling me what was in store for me. She said that I have been having too much fun lately and she feels like she has been türkçe altyazılı porno neglected.

So for the next few days you will not cum any. So you had better enjoy this masturbation time and shoot a lot of cum. Because when you are done I am going to put the cock cage on you. Also I am going to be out late at night collecting sperm from many different men and when I get home you will suck and lick my ass and pussy until I am clean. While you are doing this I will tell you what happen that night. I will tell you how many cocks fucked me, how many cocks I sucked, but don’t worry I am going to take every load of cum in my ass or cunt. So you will have something to taste when I get home.

Some of the men might come home with me and if they do you are to please them any way they want, but YOU ARE NOT TO CUM. I will have your nuts on the wall if you cum without my approval. These next few days are to get your sperm count up. I am sick and tired of your runny clear cum. I want some that is thick and rich, deep crème color with lots of protein in it. The kind you use to shoot out of your cock when you first started masturbating. Also I am going to give your ass a break to, it is getting so stretched xnxx out that my fist don’t even make you holler any more.

I was jacking-off real hard and my balls was swelling up I was going to cum soon if she didn’t quite talking. Just then she informed me that when I cum she wanted me to shoot it in the glass she was holding. She also said that during the day she is likely to be fucking the mailman, pool-boy (just a young man about 20 years old) or maybe the man next door. She said that she will put her panties on fast after she cum’s so any that leaks out will be saved and I can suck her panties clean too. About that time I started shooting cum out of my prick with so much force that it hit the bottom of the glass my wife reached down and was massaging my balls, that always helps to produce extra cum.

She then reached over and snapped the cock cage over my cock and said the adventure starts now. She pulled the butt-plug out of my ass and took some kind of Chinese potion and squirted it in to my asshole, she said that would tighten your asshole up. I could feel my ass muscles tighten up a lot it felt like nothing I have ever done. She then took my toothbrush and dipped it in to the glass and got my cum on porno izle it she said brush your teeth with the cum. I started brushing my teeth and I loved the taste it is like sweet peach nectar, (I have been eating my cum for a long time) I took the glass and poured the rest of cum into my mouth.

My wife yelled don’t swallow it I want some too. So there we were trading my cum back and forth I finally pushed all the cum into her mouth with my tongue and she swallowed all of it. I thanked her for being such a fine lady. She got up and we both took a shower I got down on my knees and was sucking on her clit with the water running all around it she was loving it. When we toweled off she started putting on her make up and she had what I call a fuck-me outfit laid out on the bed. I ask her what was going on and she said I am going out to get my first cum treatment. She shaved her cunt bald that way it was easier to clean up at night when I was sucking the cum out of it. She makes it so simple for me always looking out for ways to make my life so enjoyable.

I ask her were she was going and she said that they was a lot of young men hanging out down at the corner bar. And she wanted to fine out if any of them had a big cock. My cock was trying to get hard but the cage keeps it from doing anything. She was dressed in black and had high heel fuck-me pumps on. She told me to be a good boy and she would bring me home a treat.

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To be continued…

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The night after I was over to John’s I laid in bed thinking about the day. Eventually I drifted off to sleep. I began to dream that John and I were playing chess, just like the night before, only John sat, naked, across from me. Like the night before, I began to tease him with the sole of my foot. It was so vivid: I felt his cock grow hard, the head pulsing against the ball of my foot as it became fully engorged with blood. I rubbed the arch of my foot along his rigid length, feeling it twitch as I did. I was so focused on John that the game of chess seemed to melt way, leaving just him and I. He scooted to the edge of his seat, opening his legs more for me to explore, looking into my eyes as he did. He raised an eyebrow and smirked as though he were daring me to go farther. My pulse started to race at that.

My eye’s drifted away from his gaze, shyly Coming to rest on his stomach, his solid erection superimposed upon it. I continued to run my foot gently up and down his thick shaft Feeling his hips arch as he strained against its maddeningly light touch.

Abandoning my seat and John’s cock I found myself running my hands along his stomach, the hair that peppered it bristled under my fingertips. I Kissed his chest and licking at his nipples, feeling his rigid member pressed against my stomach. The feel of it, there, against my stomach, pulsing with hot life made my breath catch. My body echoed John’s arousal. I slid one hand down between us to caress his hot balls as I breathed excitedly against his chest. The musk scent of him filled my senses as I leaned against him. Folding my fingers firmly around his rigid shaft, I began to slowly stroke his cock.

The dream was so real, I could still almost feel his precum oozing from the head of his cock as he moaned with desire, his hands on my back. I continued to stroke my hand up and down along his cock as he began to thrust against it, meeting my every downward stroke. He grew more and more animated by the second, breathing in pleading whispers, urging me to continue. His cock head was growing slick as my hand spread his precum about.

My excitement built, my pulse thrumming in my ears, my cock ached as I pressed it against John’s leg. I began to kiss farther down his stomach, stroking him faster and faster, Feeling every ridge and vein along his shaft as I clenched and unclenched my fist, pumping it furiously as I did. His cock began to spasm and he gasped, telling me how close he was. I brought my lips down to kiss the head of his cock, I could feel the first surge of cum rising through the length of his shaft and instinctively my lips sealed around the head of his cock, anticipating the flow of his cum on my tongue.

I awoke with a start when Greedo jumped up onto my loft bed. Looking at my clock, I saw it was just after noon. “Ah, Jesus Greedo!” I groaned, breathing heavily as I pushed him away. He mirred in annoyance then curled up by my feet as I laid there, letting the erection I woke up with subside. Biting my lower lip I groaned in frustration, I had really wanted to finish the dream. Drawing the back of my wrist across my forehead, it came away with a sheen of cold sweat. The thought struck me to just fall back to sleep and see if I could finish the dream, but twenty minutes of laying there with my eyes closed confirmed that it wasn’t going to happen.

I gave up and got dressed then made some toast for breakfast. While I ate I kept replaying the dream over and over in my mind. It was so frustrating, normally I would have gone and masturbated, or something. But because it was John, I just didn’t feel right, in a strange way, I felt as though it would be cheating John, and myself out of something. So, two hours later I picked up the phone and called John.

“Hello?” Came John’s voice a moment later.

“Hi! John, its me, Steve.”

“Hi Steve, what’s up?”

“Oh, nothing much, just called to see what you were doing.” sarışın porno

“Just sitting here, working on a web site is all.”

“Oh, then I probably shouldn’t be bothering you.”

“Its no bother, no bother at all, in fact I wanted to call you earlier this morning, but I figured you’d be asleep still. And I didn’t want to wake you up.”

I was silent for a moment as I thought about my dream again.

“Steve?” John said.

“Yeah, I’m here, um, sorry, I had a really vivid dream last night and it just keeps coming back to mind is all.” I answered, my voice getting a little shaky as I did.

“Some sort of a night mare, bud?” John asked, concerned. “If you want to talk about it, I’ll listen.”

“No, it wasn’t a nightmare.” I said, feeling myself go red. “It was about you actually.”

“About me?” John asked, immediately interested.

“Yes, um, about you and I.” I fell silent again, biting my lower lip nervously.

After a second John spoke again. “Well? Are you going to tell me about it?” He asked seductively.

At first I was hesitant, but once I started to describe my dream to him it just started to flow from the tip of my tongue with ease. He was quiet the whole time, except for his level breathing, I don’t think I would have known he was there otherwise.

“And that’s when Greedo jumped up onto my bed, waking me up.” I finished, after half an hour’s worth of describing the dream to John. He was still being silent. “John?” I asked nervously.

“I’m here, I just had to catch my breath… Your dream… God, I’m envious of myself!” He blurted out.

We laughed together for a moment, then it was silent again. “You know… I never got to finish…” I sighed.

“Listen, Steve, why don’t I come pick you up?” John asked eagerly.

I nodded, a silly thing to do over the phone, as I answered. “Yes, all right, I’ll be waiting,” and with that, we said bye. As soon as I’d hung up, I rushed about, fed Greedo, and all the other small things I had to do. I was so excited and at the same time nervous as hell, I knew what we were going back to John’s to do after all. Dreaming it was one thing, actually doing it, I was about to find out was completely different.

Twenty minutes later we were back at John’s place. “Want anything to drink Steve?” John asked, just like the last time I’d been over, only this time he flashed me a smile as he moved into the kitchen. I followed in after him, my eyes glued to him.

“No, I don’t need anything to drink.” I answered as I stood next to him, leaning against the counter, still looking him over.

He turned to me as he reached for the refrigerator’s handle. He stopped as he noticed the way I was looking at him and smirked a little. “Looks like you’re drinking your fill already, Steve.”

“What can I say, I’m very thirsty, Steve.” I replied huskily as I reached out a hand to touch his chest.

“And a good host makes certain his guests are well taken care of.” John answered as he leaned back, against the refrigerator looking me in the eyes.

I couldn’t speak, but it was okay, it was as though we were communicating without words. My hands moved down his chest and I tugged at it slightly to untuck it. He knew I wanted to explore him like I had in my dream, so without a word, he took his shirt off, drawing over his head and tossing it away casually. He had this way of making everything so effortless, so easy, so natural… I sighed as I nuzzled in against his chest, opening my mouth against his warm skin. He embraced me then, his hands moving down to remove my shirt as I ran my tongue over a nipple, causing his breath to catch. I looked up, an expression of warming lust coalescing behind my eyes. “Mmmh.” I moaned against his chest as I lifted my arms to help him shed me of my shirt. His hands trailed lightly up and down the length of my back as I nipped at him. He gasped and gave sex hikayeleri me a slightly surprised look. I laughed as I sunk my face against his chest hair and breathed in.
“Steve, lets go to my bedroom.” John implored as he drew the attentions of my eyes, his own seething with lust. I nodded in answer, then he turned, and led the way to his room. I watched him as we walked, memorizing the way he moved, just as I had memorized the way he smelled. He turned to me with a smile as he sat back on his bed, motioning, he invited me to sit next to him. I shook my head. He arched an eyebrow as I licked my lips.

“That’s not how my dream went, John.” I said as I came up to him and knelt down, on my knee’s in front of him, my hands on his chest, imitating the dream. I looked up in his eyes and he smiled down at me, his lips parted to reveal his pearl white teeth. He ran a hand through my hair. I pressed my mouth to his chest then as my hands drifted down, over his stomach, to the button on his pants. “These weren’t in my dream either, John.” I said, bare above a whisper as I undid them, scooting back a little to kiss lower down his stomach. Once unbuttoned, I began to pull his pants down along with his underwear as he raised his hips for me.

Drawing them down his legs, and away, I turned to toss them free. Turning back, my eyes trailed up along his legs, followed by my hand, only to settle on his crotch. I gazed at his naked member for the first time, parting my lips with a sigh as I brought my hand up to caress it. The warmth of it, the fluid rush of blood through his veins that soon brought his cock to arousal echoed through me. For a moment, I admired the crown of his cock as it peeked through the top of my fist, feeling a giddy sense of power after having brought him to such a state so quickly.

Looking up into John’s face, I grinned from ear to ear in child like bliss. He smiled and chuckled softly, his eyes still filled with lust. Looking back down, I flicked the pad of my thumb along the underside of his cock’s head as I pumped my fist down his length. John leaned back on his elbows with a sigh of pleasure. Jacking his cock until it was hard as steel in my flexing grasp, I bowed my head and licked along his inner thigh, his legs opening farther in response.

I breathed heavily, my lips parted mere inches from his pulsing cock, my own aching and straining against my pants. Without a thought I drew my tongue along the slit of his cock, collecting a drop of his precum. He gasped as his hips came up with a start and the head of his cock was inside my mouth. I closed my lips around it tightly. In that instant, my dream was put to shame. I began to suck on the head of his cock as he breathed my name. I looked up see the expression on his face was a mixture of surprise and lust. Taking more of him into my mouth I drew my fisted hand up and down his length several times, making it slick and warm with my spit.

I gave a muffled groan as the feel of the hot, hard flesh of his cock ran along the bed of my tongue as he laid his head back, breathing excitedly. His hips took on a thrusting rhythm as I followed it with my hand pumping down just as he pushed up, suckling the round crown of his cock as he did. I felt the beginnings of little tremors moving up along his length and in response I pumped my hand, more tightly, faster along his cock, sucking frantically on the head of his cock.

“Oh! Don’t stop, don’t stop Steve! Nnnh, god!” John cried breathlessly as he reached down, touching the top of my head, lightly holding me against him. Eagerly, I lapped my tongue along the slit at the head of his cock, expecting the hot rush of his cum, desiring it furiously. Suddenly the hot, thick, saltiness of his cum poured over my awaiting tongue. His hand clenched in my hair as his hips trust up sharply. He moaned deeply as he laid back, floating on the waves of his orgasm. Playing the load of his cum over şişman porno my tongue I drew my lips free of his cocks head, but continued to hold his length in my fist. The pleasure of his orgasm must have passed as he sat up and reached down to gently push my hand away. “Oh, too sensitive…” He breathed, practically wincing from the over intensified sensation of my hand slipping up off his length. I smirked, fully understanding. Catching his breath, John sat up on the edge of the bed and ran a hand through my hair. “So, was that better than your dream?” He asked softly.

“Mmm-hmm” I said with a nod as I continued tasting his cum. He smiled as he reached down, pulling me up to sit next to him. “Steve, would you mind if we went to the park? I want to show you something.” He said, as he looked over at me. I looked back, wondering what was wrong, a little scared. “Yes, that’s fine.” I answered, blushing as I realized I was trying to talk around the cum I still had in my mouth. Instinctively I swallowed it down and repeated myself, blushing even deeper.

The drive to the park was done in silence, save for the radio. I don’t think either of us could have talked, even if we had wanted to. When we finally got there, John got out, and looked up at me. “Steve, I have to show you something.”

I followed, concerned, John really seemed sad about something. This was the first time I had ever seen him like this. Finally we came to a stop, under the largest oak tree in the park. John motioned for me to sit next to him as he took a spot, looking up at me as he did. I sat and looked into his eyes, trying to think of something to say. He smiled again, this time a bit brighter, but I could tell he was still thinking about something, something painful.

“Its nice out here.” He finally said, lifting his head to look about.

“Yes, yes it is.” I replied.

“The last time I was here was four years ago,” he said with a sigh.

“John, what is it? Please tell me?” I asked, never taking my eyes off of him.

He turned back to look me in the eyes. “The last time I was here was the last time I saw my last lover. He died two weeks later from aids.”

I was at a loss for words, all I could do was look into John’s eyes and see the hurt and loss in them.

“This is where we met, and where we parted.” John whispered as he turned his head away again, drawing the back of his hand across his eyes, then looked back at me. “Then I cried, heh, a lot,” he added as he lifted his hand as if to show me. “Anyway, I wanted to share this place with you, Steve, because I really like you. You’re the first person I’ve brought here since…”

I was on the verge of tears myself, my mouth hanging open as I still hadn’t looked away from John. It was at that moment, for me, that I knew I loved John.

He looked at me again, reaching up to push a strand of hair out of my face, he smiled. “Are you going to be all right?” He asked.

“Me? How about you? You look so sad, I wish I could take your pain away,” I said without a thought.

“Shh, Steve, you already have, just being here with me,” he said, scooting closer to my side. For a long time we sat side by side, under the silent, peaceful shade of John’s oak tree. John reached out and held my hand as we did.

We started talking again, and John told me the only expectations he had of us if we were to become intimate. That we would both take blood tests every year and be faithful to one another.

I shook my head with a smile, telling him I would expect nothing less myself, then I asked him about his former lover, telling him that if he would rather not talk about him, I would understand.

He told me his name was Mathew, and about all the wonderful times, and about all the troubles they had. Then he turned to me, with the brightest smile on his lips to assure me we would have them too.

I responded, again, without a thought. “Well, we’d better, or I’d feel cheated!”

Hours passed, dusk came, and in the twilight I turned to John. “John…” I said, and as he turned toward me I drew his head down to me and we kissed. It was so natural that when, at last we broke, we both sighed before starting another kiss.

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Hey, guys! I’m finally back with another story. It’s been 23 days since my last story, and I’m sorry about that. However, I had a business trip interrupt me and there’s some other stuff going on here that hampered the process. The delay before the next story will not be as long.

Anyway, this is the first Hyper Jae in six months! I can’t believe it took me so long to write a new one! Don’t worry—now that I’ve instituted my story cycle system, it won’t be nearly as long before the next one is out.

You guys asked for more Hyper Jae. You wanted more of a fuck-focus. While Hyper Jae was always meant to be very size-focused, some people thought I focused too much on that in Cocko Bell, the last Hyper Jae title to come out. I did go ahead and focus on the fuckery—at least for this round. But don’t worry, I kept all the insanity and built upon it. I think you’ll like it!

This story takes place in the wake of Cocko Bell, but no, you don’t have to read that story to understand this one. Like the first Sunderscape, this story is massive, clocking in at 11,394 words.

So what should you expect in that 11k+ size? Rampant hyper cum inflation! Womb penetration! Cum fountaining! If you want to know what that is, it’s what I call it when cum goes in one end and spews from the other. And I guess this explanation kind of negates the purpose of coming up with a term for it. But there you go. Back on track, you can also expect a good old-fashioned Hyper Jae chainbang. That’s what I call it when one of my guys goes and fucks dozens or hundreds in a row. Obviously, expect hyper cocks, swelling hyper balls, interracial, hyper ass, naval terminology, cock worship, pirates … hell, you know what? Just read it. I’m tired of listing kinks. Just dive in and have fun.

***

Jae’s phone chimed. He looked at it. A text.

HOOTERS SPECIAL $4.99 3 FISH TACOS. ACTUAL TACOS MADE OF FISH. OFFER VALID UNTIL 8 PM.

Jae nodded and grinned. “Alright, then.” This entire debacle was caused by his complete inability to find tacos without then covering them in semen!

Jae stood atop the groaning woman’s belly, his boots sinking into a divot in her flesh. She let out a grunt and a fresh gout of goop. Jae swept the flesh-scape with his eyes. For several blocks in every direction, bodies littered the ground, each gushing bathtubs worth of sperm into this flooded sector of the city. Sirens echoed in the distance.

Jae was searching, trying to find something between the bellies. It took a while, but he finally spotted it—the red glimmer of his car.

He went sliding down the building-high mountain of swollen, gushing women, their blimp-like bellies piled high. Sperm gushed from gaping cunts like fire hydrants, turning the entire block into a vile jizz-fountain.

Sploosch! Jae landed in the rolling lake of sperm. The still-steaming spunk was up to his chest, slick and hot on his skin. His raven-black hair dipped into it. Gloooursch. Gluuuuurssch. Every step had him pushing through the sea he’d made. He waded, shoving between the sweat-and-spunk-slathered bellies of the women recovering from his taco adventures.

Here, a bus stop had been flattened by a lady’s stomach. There, a stop sign barely made it above the white deluge. Eventually, he began to rise, moving upslope as he followed the street. White layers sloughed off his skin, cascading down chiseled muscle and dark leather. His monstrous cock laid atop his yoga-ball-sized nuts, gurgling and sloshing as he walked, fist-sized globs of jizz dripping from both. The organ itself was a good yard long, though completely flaccid.

Jae heard a voice from above. “Hey, wasn’t your cock bigger an hour ago?” asked a spunk-caked punk, lying on her sloshing stomach a good eight feet in the air.

Jae looked down at his cock, then back at her. “Uh. Maybe? I guess? It’s hard to keep track.”

“You can’t keep track of how big your cock is?” she asked. Then she scooped up a handful of jizz and slapped it on top of her head. She used the gunk to re-erect her Mohawk.

“No, why would I do that?” asked Jae. He shrugged. “I mean, I hardly ever see it?”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re seeing it right now!”

Jae looked down again, then back at her. “Why are you arguing with my dick?”

“Your dick started it. Why isn’t it still twenty feet?!” she demanded.

Jae lit a cigarette. “Why isn’t your Mohawk twenty feet?!”

The girl pouted. “I’m sorry.”

Jae shrugged. “It’s all good, girl.”

“Can we take a selfie?” she asked.

“Sure.”

She grunted, and with a great effort and a rippling of her belly, she tossed her phone down. It had a pink case from which dangled skulls on a chain. Jae caught it and said, “You look familiar.”

“I don’t know how you can tell what I look like with all this cum on me,” she said. “Name’s Candy.”

“How appropriate. You sure do look sweet, girl,” chuckled Jae.

She rolled her eyes. “Well aren’t sumo web tools you cheesy? Just take the picture,” she chuckled.

Jae turned around and click! He looked at the picture. All it showed was him and the curve of her belly. He took another. And then two more. Finally, he got a decent one. He was giving metal horns in the foreground while Candy threw up her own up above her monstrous belly.

“Now put your phone number in,” said Candy. “I’m going to need to look you up later, stud. I have some friends who’ll want to meet you.”

“Is that an order?” chuckled Jae.

She chuckled. “Yup. Now do it.”

He went ahead and added himself to her contact list, then sent himself a text so he’d have her number. Jae tossed the phone back up to her. She managed to catch it, making her whole belly gurgle. She grunted as a few buckets worth of spunk gushed from her stretched-out hole. Candy grinned. “I’m serious, you and me are going to do this again.”

Jae grinned. “I’m looking forward to it, girl.”

***

It took him a while, but he finally made it to his car. Jae leaned back against the hood and slipped his feet out of his boots. SCHLORRRUPH! They slurped and sucked, not wanting to let go. Finally, they popped off. He upended them and poured all the spunk out of each before getting back in his car.

He took his phone and swiped some of his gooey seed off, then turned on the voice navigation. “Show me where to get tacos for free. Hooters.”

The phone showed him the route, and he put it in the claw attached to the dash.

“Wait, the special was for three tacos, not free,” he said. “Whatever, still a good deal.”

The ’71 Mach 1 rumbled to life, and he was off. White tire tracks marked his trail. The phone navigation said, “Ooh. Turn it on. That’s good, baby.”

Jae squinted at it.

Then the phone said, “Wow, pull that big old thing to the left.”

When he rounded the corner, the phone added. “Mmmph! That’s what I need!”

As he approached the North Tunnel, it said, “Now I need you to fit it into that tunnel.”

Jae shook his head. “When did Iris get so horny?”

“Aaaugh! Give it to me!” cried the phone.

“This is weird.”

About fifteen minutes later, Jae could smell the ocean.

The phone let out a needy moan. “Oooh, yeah! That’s the spot, sugar!”

Jae pulled into the parking lot.

“Congratulations. Looks like we both came,” said the phone.

“Seriously, Iris, you need to calm down,” muttered Jae. He turned off the navigation and pocketed the phone.

Jae opened the door. Glooorsch! Spunk rolled out and poured into a white pool under it. His heavy nuts hit the ground with a fleshy smack! He leaned forward, seeing something bright and green poking out from under his thick foreskin. Jae grabbed it and pulled it out. A bra. “Why does lingerie keep getting stuck in there?” he wondered.

Jae stood up, his monstrous nuts sloshing. They lead the way as he walked, his yard-long leg-thick organ bouncing up and down, globs of jizz and pre splattering with every step. There were gasps and squeals as he walked toward the restaurant, leaving plate-sized white circles in his wake.

Looking up, he realized he was approaching a pirate ship. A god damn pirate ship. Its three masts rose high into the sky and from them hung green sails. He also realized that he was on a concrete pier. And the pier was in the waters of Las Tijeras Island’s Dedo Bay. This was the weirdest Hooters he’d ever seen.

Jae approached the gangplank. A woman stood near the end of it at a podium under an awning. The closer he got, the more her jaw dropped.

When he reached her, his fat cock smeared white spunk onto the podium. She said, “Oh my god, you’re that guy from the news!”

Jae nodded. “Yeah, I saw some helicopters. I keep attracting them.”

The girl giggled. She was a redhead wearing a cute pirate costume. Maybe it was some kind of theme night or a special? “No, it was a couple weeks ago. When you were at the beach? Your cock judged the bikini contest and then you left women swollen for miles down the shore?” Her eyes tracked down his body. The hostess bit her lower lip as she admired his spunk-shined abs and his enormous endowment. “Looks like you just came for some fun. Or maybe … you just plain came fun!” she giggled madly.

Jae chuckled. “Yeah, you can tell, huh?”

“Yeah! You’re covered in sperm! And … wait.” She squinted. “Where are your pants and your shirt?”

Jae looked down. Shit. I forgot those. “Oh, yeah, I musta lost them when I was fucking just now. Shit happens, girl. You know. One minute you’re in Taco Bell, the next you’re destroying it with your dick, fucking all across the city, and filling it with sperm. I can go get some if you want.”

There was a sign behind the hostess that said: We no longer serve people covered in sperm! Thank you. -Mgmt. There was clipart of a sperm cell with a red slash over sumowebtools it. She turned it around. “No, that’s not necessary. Would you like to come in?”

Jae grinned. “Hell yeah, girl.”

She nodded and picked up a menu. “Right this way!”

Jae got an eyeful of her pert little bubble-butt as she led him up the broad, wooden gangplank. He found that the waist deck of the ship was covered in tables and chairs, and many pirate-outfitted waitresses were milling about. The forecastle was a bar. Lanterns hung here and there. When he stepped off the gangplank, there was a gasp. A woman cried out, pointing at him. Then, one by one, the patrons stopped eating.

All eyes were on Jae, wearing nothing but his leather vest, shades, and boots. His swinging, sloshing nuts and cock hung freely. Jae nodded at one, then another. His monstrous balls hit a man’s chair, and he went sprawling out on the deck.

Jae’s eyes opened wide. “Oh, shit, sorry!”

The man waved his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry, it’s not the first time.” He reached up to grab the edge of the table, but ended up grabbing his plate and dumping pasta all over his head.

The hostess guided Jae to a table for four. “Hmmm.” She shook her head and guided him to a much bigger, circular table meant for eight. “Here we go.”

“Now that’s thoughtful,” said Jae. “Not many people realize my junk doesn’t always fit under a normal table.”

“Service is our specialty.” She winked. “Your waitress today is Elain.” The hostess placed his menu on the table and walked away.

Jae sat in the chair, letting his legs spread out. His heavy balls sat against the wood of the deck, filling the space between his feet. He flopped his monstrous, sloppy, yard-long length over one thigh, where it dripped into a white puddle.

The woman who he assumed was Elain came over to him, her wide hips rocking back and forth. Looking closer, the nametag confirmed it.

Elain was a thick girl with wide hips and plush thighs. Her ass must have been huge, though Jae couldn’t see it. She had tight short-shorts with vertical stripes and a midriff-bearing shirt and leather jerkin on. Upon her head was a tricorn. Elain smiled. Her skin was a tan creamy color, her hair chestnut. Her hazel eyes drifted down to his monstrous cock, and she ran her tongue over her teeth.

“Hi there, I’m Elain,” she cooed. “Welcome to Freebooters, sir!” Her eyes finally made it back to his own.

“I’m Jae. Thank— Wait. ‘Freebooters’?” he repeated. He put his sunglasses in his vest and squinted at her. “I thought I was in Hooters.”

Elain shook her head and squinted at him. “…No? We’re in a pirate ship.”

“So?”

“What Hooters have you ever been to that’s in a pirate ship?” she asked.

“Uh … I don’t know, dude. I’m not a piratologist.” Jae shrugged his broad, chrome-spiked shoulders. “I told the phone to go to Hooters and it took me here. If I can’t trust Iris, who can I trust?”

“You can always trust me, stud,” moaned a voice from his vest.

“Was that your phone?” asked Elain.

Jae sighed. “Yeah, Iris is pretty thirsty for some reason.”

Elain squinted. “The Iris on my phone never does that.”

Jae shrugged. “I’m like, really bad with computers. I might have fucked it up somehow?” He looked down at the menu. “Wait, this is Freebooters.”

Elain put her hands on her wide hips. “Did you think I was lying?”

Jae shook his head. “No, I just thought I was in Hooters.”

Elain chuckled and turned around. She pressed her massive ass up against Jae’s chest. “Sure you don’t wanna stay?”

“Oh.” Jae caressed her plump rear with both hands and squeezed handfuls of it. He nodded. “You make a compelling argument.”

Elain grinned over her shoulder. “Good boy. So what would you like to eat?”

Jae opened the menu and started flipping through the pages. “I was hoping for some tacos, there was a special at Hooters for three fish tacos.”

Elain turned back around and tapped her pen against her chin. “Well, we don’t have any tacos…” She leaned in. “But I have something for you that’s like a taco.”

“A burrito?” asked Jae.

Elain grinned. “No. Guess again.”

Jae paused. “Gorditas?”

Elain sighed. “No.”

Jae stared at her for another moment. “Chalupas?”

Elain grunted. “Dammit, Jae!”

“Empanadas?”

“Vaginas!” she yelled.

Several of the patrons looked over.

Jae nodded. “Oh, okay. Yeah, that’s good too!”

Elain grinned. “So what do you want to drink?”

“What do you have on draft?”

Elain pursed her lips. “We have Bud, Bud Light. Miller—”

“I meant beer,” said Jae.

“Yuengling, Guinness—”

“Yeah, Guinness is good.”

“One minute, sir.” Elain turned and walked away, giving Jae another nice look at her huge, bouncing ass.

In fact, it seemed that most of the waitresses had big asses. There was a black girl with some serious badonkadonk jiggling past, and closer he saw a girl who looked Chinese having difficulty getting her hips between the tables. Not one girl had a flat ass. Jae gave an appreciative nod. “I guess this wasn’t such a bad thing after all.”

“I knew you’d like it,” purred the phone.

Jae sighed.

A balmy, briny breeze blew up. Jae looked toward sails of the ship as they billowed. He heard yelling and looked down. Girls on the docks were undoing the mooring lines. Whistling sounded above him. More of the crew was crawling through the rigging, surprisingly agile and deft despite their hats and impractical clothing. Then the whole ship lurched as it began to move.

When he looked to the wheel, Jae’s jaw dropped. “God damn!” There was a brown-skinned woman with ivory-white hair who had massive thighs and an ass that looked like it’d have trouble fitting in a loveseat. She was around seven feet in height, and each of those cheeks must have been two feet across.

That was when Elain showed up again. She set a glass of beer down in front of Jae and draped her arms around the waists of the girls at her sides. On her right, a Thai girl, to her left, a girl who looked like her bloodline hailed from the Middle East. They all wore the same outfit. Those shorts were skintight, revealing puffy mounds and doing nothing to stop the dark spots that were spreading from them. Jae ran his tongue over his teeth, able to smell them even with the oceanic breeze.

Elain winked. “I have your order, sir. Three fish tacos, as promised.”

“Can we not call your pussies ‘tacos’ please?” asked Jae. “I wouldn’t even call a Mexican girl’s pussy a taco. It’s weird. You know.”

“Well that’s a relief, I am Mexican,” said the girl he thought was Middle Eastern. “And I’ve never once thought about stuffing ground beef into my pussy.”

Welp, I fucked that one up.

“I have!” said the Filpina.

The Mexican girl smiled at Jae. “I’m Silvia.”

“And I’m Melanie,” said the Filipino Girl.

At some surreptitious signal, all three turned around and bent over, showing off six deliciously plump, shapely cheeks. Jae shook his head. “Mmph. I’m damn glad I didn’t go to Hooters.” He stood up, his heavy nuts sloshing. The sloppy, swinging cock rubbed against the backs of their thighs, smearing jizz all over them as he rubbed his hands over one ass, then the next, taking a moment to grope each cheek in turn.

“So are we,” purred Silvia. Her long, raven-black hair was streaked with crimson, and her eyes were an inviting grey in color.

“Mmh. You have to excuse me, but I never been here before.” Jae continued to knead Elain’s soft ass. “Is it me, or are all the waitresses packing serious junk in their trunks?” he Jae, taking another look around at the big, bouncing butts surrounding him.

Melanie smiled. Her short hair framed her heart-shaped face nicely. “We’re pirates. Our rank is determined by how much booty we have.”

“You should see the captain,” said Elain. She pointed at the girl occupying the wheel. “That’s the first mate, her smaller sister.”

Jae’s brows knitted as he looked from the first mate, back to Elain, back to the first mate, and back to Elain.

She nodded. “Yeah!” She nodded down at his cock. “So let’s get started.” The girls put their hands on Jae’s chest and shoved him back into his chair. Elain and Melanie got down and crawled under the table. Silvia climbed up and stood atop it. She grinned at him. Turning, she started to slowly swing her ass, bouncing it back and forth hypnotically, rubbing her hands over her hips.

Under the table, Jae felt four soft hands rubbing over the hot, slick surface of his organ. Their knees pressed against his nuts, and their delicate fingers swept through the layer of white muck covering his length.

Silvia unbuttoned her soaked shorts and bounced her massive ass, slipping out of them. Her boots nearly knocked Jae’s beer over. He picked it up, grinning at the spectacle. Silvia smiled back. She was so wet that the stain had migrated to the back. Trickling trails of clear nectar rolled down her luscious brown thighs.

Two tongues began to lap at the melon-sized head of his cock, and he felt one slip into its mouth, drawing a groan from him. He could feel his organ swelling, heating up as it expanded, pushing forward, rubbing against the faces of the girls.

“Augh, yeah,” grunted Jae. Their roaming hands rubbed over the finger-thick veins pulsing on the surface of his titanic erection.

When he looked back up, ploomf! His vision was blotted out and the deliciously sweet, heady, acrid musk of feminine arousal filled his lungs. The arms of his chair creaked and Silvia pulled her shorts off his face. She was now kneeling on the arms of his chair with her massive ass in his face, pussy inches away. Silvia grinned. Her grey eyes caught Jae’s crimson. And then her ass engulfed his face.

Jae grunted as the cheeks squished around his forehead, blocking out his vision, his nose against her ass, his lips against her pussy. He reached up under her legs, wrapping his arms around her waist as he leaned back, lapping eagerly at her dripping snatch.

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For those of you that you have been reading along about Ronnie’s journey, I hope you are enjoying it. I need to give a hearty thanks to Randi, editor extraordinaire, for taking time away from her busy schedule to assist in the polishing of this endeavor. You make me sound good. For you readers, enjoy, JDC.

Part 6 Holidays

The night before Thanksgiving, Uncle John called and said he would like to see me. I walked across to his house, and, as was my custom, walked right in. He was waiting for me in what he liked to call his study. It was just a room with a big flat screen TV and several bookcases full of books. There were also a couple of big padded chairs and a bar.

“Sit down Ronnie. I’ve wanted to talk to you for some time.,” he said. “You’ve grown up well, Ronnie, and I feel you’re quite a man. I need to ask you a question. Have you been sleeping with Tabby?”He looked at me in his normal strong way, and said, “Don’t bother to deny it son, she’s already told me about it. I suspected it for some time. She was always so happy and everything was Ronnie… Ronnie… Ronnie.”

“I’m sorry Uncle John; it was a question of circumstances.”

“I can’t say I’m happy about it son. Legally, it isn’t a problem, but community wise, it’s still looked down upon. Do you understand what people were going to say? Do you love her enough to survive that kind of bigotry?”

“The answer to your question, Uncle John, is yes I love her very much, but I think it’s a moot point. She broke it off with me two days ago, before she came home.”

“That explains a lot, Ronnie, especially the fact that she has been sulking around here like somebody pissed in her cornflakes. Frankly, I’m relieved, not for just her sake, but for yours as well. She is a little spoiled and strong willed, which is my fault I suppose, but it’s a bad combination. I don’t think you have the personality to stand up to that, but I have to admit that she sure could have done worse,”

“You have to know, Uncle John, I love her dearly, but I think you’re right.”

He then asked me how Robbie and Miranda were. We had a long conversation, in which I told him that Miranda came home with me, but Robbie had a game and couldn’t make it. He told me about what was going on around his ranch and that he’d had a good year.

I excused myself and went home to get some sleep. It had been an emotionally tiring evening.

During the night Miranda slipped into my room and climbed into bed with me. No one else was home, so she was all over me within a minute. We fucked twice during the night and we woke up next to one another, which was a good feeling. She then wanted me to do her in her ass, so I accommodated her.

**********

I didn’t see Tabby until Thanksgiving dinner, since I was trying my best to avoid her. She called Miranda once and asked her to come over. She sure didn’t mention me, so I was relieved.

At Thanksgiving dinner, I was sitting across from Tabby with Miranda at my side. All I was getting from across the table were cold, heartless glares. I just didn’t let it affect me. My dad asked me if I got to see much of Tabby up at school and I thought Miranda was going to spit her drink all over the table. He just looked at her funny.

“Sorry Daddy, it went down the wrong way.”

“Yeah, Dad, I see Tabby and Miranda all the time, they even have me over for dinner once in a while.”

“Excuse me, I need to leave the table.” Tabby was up and gone from the table.

Miranda said, “I’ll go check on her; maybe she’s ill.” With that, Miranda got up and left as well.

Uncle John said, “I haven’t seen people leave the table so fast since the old days. Bunch of hands pissed off the cook and he put soap in their beans. They were shitting bubbles for two days solid.”

“God, John, and at the dinner table too,” My dad said as he started laughing at his uproarious uncle.

We all just howled and sat there laughing. Tabby and Miranda came back in a while, with Tabby’s red eyes clearly visible. You could tell she’d been crying. Uncle John asked her if she was okay and she said yes.

The rest of the Thanksgiving break was relatively uneventful. Tabby and I didn’t see each other, but she and Miranda went Christmas shopping together on Black Friday. I just stayed home and studied. I did have a chance to call April, and we talked for quite a while. I asked her for a date for Saturday and we went to the cinema. Afterword we went to be local diner for burgers and fries. She asked me if this was going to be a regular thing and I told her it could be if she wanted it to. She smiled and said absolutely.

I explained to her that I was a little bit on the rebound from Tabby and she said it didn’t matter; she would take what she could get.

I was kind of excited when I went home, thinking I might finally be on the track fate had intended. I guess that wasn’t to be.

**********

When we got back to school, April and I had several dates and the coat hangers Short links spent many nights on the doorknob.

I really started to feel like I had something good going with April. We went out on a lot of dates and did a lot of things that young couples in college do.

One morning when I was waking up in my room, with her in my bed next to my side, I got up to go to the bathroom while April was still asleep. As I looked down upon her naked body, I thought about how lucky I was to have such a vision sharing my bed. When I came back from the bathroom, I lay in beside her and snuggled up tight, trying not to wake her. She stirred just a bit, rolled over onto her back and I kissed her with a great deal of passion and love.

“Ummmm, good morning, Ronnie.”

I began leaving butterfly kisses from her neck down her chest, pausing to pay tribute to her breasts. As I took her nipple in my mouth and began nibbling and sucking she started moaning loudly. As I traveled lower and got to her navel, I could smell her arousal. I just had to taste that wonderful pussy. I began sliding my tongue from the bottom to the top of her slit. I slid two fingers into her hole and started a come here motion with my fingers till I found her G spot, while tonguing her clit. She was going crazy now and begging me to finish her. As she soaked my hand in her orgasm, I sucked her with more suction then I had ever done in my life.

“Oh God, Ronnie, I love you; I love you so much.”

I was startled when I heard her say that. We really hadn’t talked about love and commitment, but I definitely was ready to move our relationship to a higher level.

“I love you too, April.”

I thought I would start my day off with a bang, pardon the pun, so I slid up and entered her and began a steady lovemaking rhythm. As our physical force increased and she came, I unloaded inside her.

“Oh, Ronnie, I want to be with you forever. You are my life now.”

“Let’s meet at lunch and talk about us, April.”

I could hardly wait for lunch time to see April. As we met and began eating, we talked about our wants and needs, planning our future. She said she wanted to build her career as an accountant and I talked about me being an electrical engineer. This is when things started to enter strange territory.

I told her that I would probably need to go east to find a job in my chosen field. She said that she had always wanted to go back to our hometown to become a CPA. I pretty much brushed that off and didn’t worry about it.

I told her if we were going to be married; we needed to wait until after school, so we’d have all that financial stuff behind us. She pretty much agreed with that.

**********

We were both floating on a cloud in our relationship for the next 11 months, which quickly stopped when we went home for Christmas break. Since we had been inseparable for almost the last year, April accompanied me to the annual family Christmas party, while Robbie was there with Karen Dawson. Unbeknownst to Miranda or me, he kept In touch with Karen while he was in school and they were still an item. Tabby and Miranda were there together and seemed to be enjoying themselves. I hadn’t seen much of Tabby at school and when I did it wasn’t pleasant.

Whenever I came to visit Miranda, Tabby wouldn’t speak and kept giving me death stares. Miranda knew I was happy with April and seemed to be glad for me. I looked at Tabby and thought about my feelings for her with a sense of sadness, wondering what could’ve been. I quickly forced those thoughts from my head. I was with April now and I was quite pleased.

It concerned me a little when Tabby caught April alone and I could see them in a heated discussion. I knew that couldn’t be good, especially when Miranda talked to her, as well. From my standpoint, they both seem to be rather serious discussions, too serious for this festive occasion.

While I was taking April to her parents house after the party, she kind of blindsided me, saying, “Ronnie, what about kids? How soon you want to have them?”

“I’d like to have kids as soon as we can. If we have them early in our marriage, we will have our health and be able to do active things together as a family.”

“What about our careers? Are you seriously going to the East to work? I want to come back here for my career.”

“There is no coming back here for me; there are no places I can work in my chosen field here.”

“Ronnie this isn’t going to work for me. I want to come back here; I need to come back here. I also don’t want kids until later. I want to build my career first.”

“April I want to build a life with you, but I can’t do it here.”

“If we can’t do it here, we can’t do it anywhere.”

“Are you saying you don’t love me enough to follow me? You can be a CPA anywhere.”

“I love you Ronnie, but I’m coming back here to live my life. Tabby said you didn’t love me enough to come back here.”

“I love you, April, and I Short link would come back here if I could, but I can’t make a living here as an electrical engineer. This is an agrarian area, not an industrial one.”

“Ronnie, I hate to do this, but we need to go our separate ways, it just won’t work between us.”

“April, I can’t believe that you’re not even willing to give this a try. If you love me enough, we could make this work.”

“If you love me enough, you could do something else and come back here with me.”

“Well then, I guess I don’t love you enough because I’m not going to piss away all that I’ve worked for somebody that selfish.”

She started crying hysterically, telling me she never wanted to see me again. As I pulled up in front of her house, she told me she to never call her again, got out of the car, slammed the door and ran into her house.

This ended my hopes and dreams of a lasting love with April.

**********

I spent New Year’s Eve with Miranda at the hometown hotspot in my melancholy mood. Miranda was trying to cheer me up by inviting me to spend the evening with her. I just didn’t think she wanted to be alone either. Even the dancing, which normally stimulated me, wasn’t having the desired effect. I asked her what she had talked to April about that night and she told me. April had asked her what my feelings were towards kids and Miranda told her. She thought that I wanted a large family and told her I would be an excellent father. The thought of that dropped me into a larger funk thinking about April. Things were going rather slowly and then my mood changed.

Tabby walked in dressed to the nines. I don’t know why I was so happy to see her, but my mood changed instantly. She came over, sat down at our table, and began chatting with Miranda like I wasn’t there. An old friend of Miranda’s came over and asked her to dance and she got up and went to the dance floor with him. Tabby looked over at me and surprised me by saying, “Shall we?”

I got up, grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. It was a slow dance which was why it surprised me so much that she had asked me.

“Are you ever going to start speaking to me again, Maxwell?,” she asked as we were dancing.

“Not if you’re going to call me that.”

“That depends. Are you going to stop throwing other girls in my face?”

“April wasn’t being thrown in your face, Tabby. I really felt I had a connection with her and it had be explored. Oh well, it’s a moot point now.”

“She wasn’t for you anyway, Ronnie, you know I’m your woman.”

“You made it very clear to me, Tabby, that you weren’t my woman the last time you spoke to me.”

“Oh that, let’s just say we’re even. I want you back, Ronnie; I never wanted to let you go.”

“Tabby, what did you say to April the night of the party?”

“I just told her that she was wasting her time trying to get you to come back here with her, that you were destined for bigger things in other places.”

Being in her arms again made me feel happy, as well as a little apprehensive. I had a nasty foreboding that I was making a mistake, but I didn’t have a clear enough head in my loneliness to be able to think too deeply about it. About that time, it was midnight and we kissed passionately and hugged tightly on the dance floor.

“Does this mean were back together, Tabby?”

“This means you’re mine again, and don’t think you’ll ever leave me again.”

I went over to Miranda at our table and said, “I hope you don’t mind, Sweetie,” and kissed her softly on the lips.

She just smiled and said, “Happy New Year, Ronnie, I love you and wish you a loving new year.”

With that, Tabby and I left together in her car. She took me back to my house and followed me up to my room. Dad was away on a flight, and other than Miranda coming in later, we had the house to ourselves. She grabbed me and practically dragged me up to my room. When we got in the door and it was shut, she was on me quicker than a duck on a June bug. She began pulling my clothes off quicker than she had any time in our other times together.

She dropped her knees, undid my belt buckle and pants and pulled them down. She reached up and got a death grip on my cock, slid her mouth over the crown and began blowing me.

Licking the now copious flow of pre-cum off my rock-hard rod, she looked up and said, “God, Ronnie, I’ve missed your cock. You shouldn’t have deprived me of it,” as she blew me to orgasm, swallowing every drop.

“That was much your fault as it was mine.”

“Let’s not quibble at a moment like this. Rip my clothes off and fuck me hard. I need this; I haven’t had a cock in me since that last night that you fucked me. I need it badly.”

I pulled her up from her knees and pushed her onto my bed. She was pulling clothes off as quickly as she could get them off. I had forgotten how incredibly beautiful her body was. Her creamy white skin was soft and supple and called me to caress her. I dropped my head between her legs and began paying homage to her beautiful wet pussy. As I slid my tongue into her swollen gash I relished her taste. I slid two fingers into her soaked vagina and found her G spot while thumbing her clit. She was screaming now, and writhing on the bed. She went stiff, screamed, thrusting her pelvis toward me, spraying girl cum all over my face. I loved the taste of her cum, so I licked up as much as I could from her crotch and her thighs.

“My God, Ronnie, I’ve never cum like that in my life. Look what I did to your face, you poor dear. Come up here.”

She began licking herself off my face voraciously, and then shoved her tongue in my mouth to duel with mine.

It didn’t take me long to get hard again with Tabby’s assistance. I looked into her eyes and slid my rejuvenated hardness inside her. I was ravaging her and she was pushing back with equal lust. She came twice during our animalistic fucking, the second one pushing me over the edge. As I came in her, she told me she loved me.

“This time around Tabby, no more surprise threesomes and no fucking other girls.”

“Anything you say, Honey, this time you’re mine forever. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“All right, this will only work if you quit playing with other girls.”

“Anything, Ronnie, anything.”

Part 7 Reprises and Surprises

Things went along normally once we got back to school with Tabby picking up where April left off. The only hiccup was when I was studying one evening and there was a knock on my door. I opened the door to see Miranda standing there and I welcomed her in. She started to grab me like she was going to kiss me, but I pushed her away. She looked at me with a surprised look in her eyes.

“Miranda, we can’t do this anymore. I’m going to stay true to Tabby. It’s what I expect of her and I could expect no less from myself.”

“Ronnie, Tabby worries me. She really loves you and she’s throwing every part of her being into her relationship with you, to the exclusion of everything else. A person can’t do that, and have a healthy life.”

“Miranda, have you and Tabby screwed around with each other since I’ve been back together with her?”

“No, Ronnie, I would never do that to you. All she ever talks about is you and your future together. She thinks that you are hers, now and forever. I just don’t feel it will work, I know you both too well. It just doesn’t feel like you’re right for each other.”

“I hope you’re wrong, Sis, I don’t think I could stand another letdown like April. I love Tabby dearly.”

“Ronnie, I hope Tabby loves you as much, but I believe she thinks that she has you, no matter what.”

I kissed Miranda on the cheek and sent her on her way. I went back to studying, which was a normal evening for me this semester.

**********

Tabby and I went to movies and dinner together, just like normal people dating. I was really getting to know her personality and I was really growing to love her even more. Things were going so well for us, but I still had a strange sense of foreboding that I just couldn’t shake. Things went well for a couple of months and then it came to a screeching halt.

I was sitting in my room studying because Tabby and Miranda were going to a party by themselves. Dempsey came in all excited.

“Dude, I got to tell you what happened tonight, it’ll blow your mind.”

Dempsey was not one to go around bragging about conquests, but he did share with me what really impacted him personally, since we were good friends.

“Ronnie, Libby and I had the hots bad tonight without any place to go to relieve our itch, if you know what I mean. Then she said she knew a place that she might take me. So she took me to this house on Meeker Street.”

As soon as I heard that that major sense of foreboding came back with a premonition, like I knew what he was going to say. I knew I wasn’t going to like it.

“This really pretty looking tall redhead opened the door and Libby asked her she could use a bed. She just motioned with her head behind her to the stairs and told Libby to use the second room on the right.”

“When Libby and I got into it, I was really pumping her hard and when she came, she passed out.”

“That’s pretty neat, Dempsey, but not unusual during hard sex.”

“That’s not the unusual part, Ronnie, the weird thing happened after that. All of a sudden the redhead comes waltzing into the room and says she wanted some of that too. She was drunk, and I wasn’t in any shape to accommodate her, so she starts sucking my cock.”

“Let me tell you, that girl could give a blow job. She had me hard in no time. She just got on top of me and impaled herself. She was really fucking the hell out of me, but kept saying the craziest thing, ‘slam it to me rabbit killer’ over and over.

“Dempsey, did you happen to catch her name? Did she have beautiful green eyes that seem to look right through you?”

“Yeah her eyes were killer, Bud, and I think her name was Tammy… no it was Tabby… that was it. Why do you know her?”

“Yeah I do, and up until tonight, she was my girlfriend.”

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