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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story is part of a series of stories that center around a lesbian relationship and lesbian sex. However, there is a nonconsent scene in this story that some of my normal readers may find difficult.

Thanksgiving Weekend . . .

The cold air of the early morning blew around the Big Mart building, punishing those lined up outside the store waiting for the doors to open. People jostled together, huddling for warmth in their misery as they waited for the security guards to open the door and preparing to be ruthless opponents as they rushed for the after-Thanksgiving bargains on Black Friday. Raegan Hall stood beside her sister. Her height gave her an advantage as she peered over heads in the crowd. She had her hands in her pockets. Her leather jacket was zipped and her scarf was wrapped around her ears. The wind stung her eyes, but anyone who looked into the brown pools would be shocked by the lack of life in them.

Lacy was beside her, the Big Mart flyer in her hand. She was talking about what her girls wanted for Christmas and plotting a strategy for grabbing the best buy on the gifts. Rae suddenly felt an elbow in her ribs and her eyes flew to her sister. “You aren’t paying attention,” Lacy said. “You can’t zone out, or you’ll get trampled when they open the doors.”

Rae coughed and shuffled her feet. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

“It’s because you love your nieces,” Lacy declared. “Okay, when they open the door, I want you to head to the electronics. Mary wants the Barbie video game and the Nintendo DS. Donald wants the laptop computer. Go for the laptop first. I’m going to the toys.” Lacy flipped through the flyer again, her eyes sweeping the toys on sale. “Do you want me to pick up anything for Will and Rachel?” she asked softly.

Rae tried to stare at her feet, but the crowd was too thick for her to see her tennis shoes. “No. That wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“Have you talked to her?”

“She knows how to find me,” Rae answered. “Laptop, Game Boy, and Barbie video game. Where do you want to meet after we’re through?”

“Shoes. No one will be back there. You’ve never done this before, so be tough. There will be a lot of pushing and shoving, and you’ve got to fight back to get what you want. Once you get them, hold on to them. I’ve had people yank things out of my hand before.”

Rae studied her sister and shook her head. “You are enjoying this way too much.”

“This is better than sex when you’ve been married as long as I have,” Lacy laughed.

People began jostling each other, pushing forward, indicating that it was almost time for the doors to open. Rae braced herself, armed with Lacy’s list, and began weaving through the people as they flooded the store. Lacy was pressed against her back, using her taller sister as a bulldozer until they reached the inside. As soon as they were out of the thickest press, Lacy took off in the direction of the toys. Following her sister’s lead, Rae raced through the crowd toward the electronics department. She got the laptop and handheld video game, but missed the last of the Barbie games. She headed toward the shoes to wait for Lacy, keeping a death grip on the box with the laptop computer. She sat down on one of the small stools out of the path of the frantic shoppers and waited for Lacy to return.

“Rae? Are you here?” Rae peeked around the corner. Lacy was pushing a shopping cart. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were dancing. She wore a large smile on her face. Rae stood and deposited her treasures into Lacy’s buggy. “Oh, you did well. I’ll have to bring you every year. Are you ready to get out of here?”

Together, they walked through the store and joined the line of people waiting impatiently to make their purchases and head to their next location. Rae and Lacy stood on either side of the buggy, guarding their cache. When they reached the check-out, Lacy began unloading the cart, an expression of relief on her face. Rae leaned forward and handed her sister items, hoping to speed the process for the people in line behind them. “Hi, Lacy,” a voice greeted and they both looked at the cashier.

Tara Roding Myers stood behind the counter, reaching for the next item to scan. Rae felt all the blood leave her face and her skin go cold at the sight of her former girlfriend. It had only been a year since she had rediscovered Tara and just over three months since the last time they had spoken. Rae and Tara had fallen hard for each other last Christmas, and then Tara’s deceased husband’s parents had threatened to sue for custody of their two grandchildren if Tara moved to Nashville. Tara had chosen to stay at home and Rae, brokenhearted, had understood.

Lacy shifted her attention to her sister and Tara’s green eyes followed Lacy’s gaze. “Rae,” she whispered.

“Hi,” Rae mumbled, turning her attention back to unloading the shopping cart. Tara and Lacy followed her lead, the line behind them putting a stop to any other possible response.

“How are the girls? Your parents?” giresun escort Tara asked as she continued to scan Lacy’s purchases. Her eyes kept flitting to Rae, who kept her face averted.

Lacy waited a moment for Rae to answer. When her sister didn’t, Lacy responded. “Good, good. What about Will and Rachel? The girls miss them.”

“We miss you,” Tara replied, her voice trembling. She scanned the last item and gave Lacy a total. Lacy paid it while Rae reloaded the shopping cart. “It was good seeing you,” she said, her attention directed to Rae. Raegan grunted in answer and rolled the cart toward the exit. Lacy and Tara exchanged apologetic looks before Lacy followed her sister.

She found Rae loading the back of her mini van with her purchases. Rae’s movements were quick and sharp, evidence of the pain and anger burning in her breast. “Raegan,” Lacy began.

“Don’t, Lacy,” Rae ordered. “I should have known better. I knew she worked there.” She put the last bag in the back and slammed the hatch. Without giving Lacy an opportunity to respond, she pushed the cart to the collection cage. They got into the vehicle and began driving to the next stop on Lacy’s list, the silence deafening.

Lacy finally broke the quiet. “How do you think she looked?”

“How am I supposed to answer that?” Rae demanded immediately, her prompt response revealing that she had been thinking of her former lover. “She looked beautiful and incredible and just seeing her reminded me of how much I miss having her in my life. She had bags under her eyes and she’s lost too much weight. She’s not taking care of herself the way she should.”

“Wasn’t that supposed to be your job?”

“What?” Rae snapped, turning her narrowed eyes to her sister.

“I seem to recall that you promised to take care of her.”

“Don’t pretend you know anything about it, Lacy. Don’t pretend to understand it,” Rae growled. “You can’t.”

“I know I saw a girl who felt the same way about you,” Lacy replied.

“There are obstacles, as a gay couple, that you can’t fathom,” Rae insisted.

“I know,” Lacy reluctantly agreed. “But I do know something about love. Donald and I have been together for eleven years, and I still love him as much as the day we were married. I know you are still in love with Tara, and I saw a girl in there who was still in love with you.”

“Love isn’t always enough,” Rae sighed, staring out the window. “She’s afraid to move to Nashville with me. I can’t keep up a long distance relationship. It’s not really fair to either one of us.”

Lacy made her turn in silence and parked the van at their next stop. She put the vehicle in park and shifted to full face her sibling. “It’s not, but why does she have to be the one to move? Ma would be thrilled if you were closer and Tara wouldn’t have to leave her family.”

“Do you think I’ve not thought of that?” Rae snapped. “What kind of job am I going to find here? I love my work in country music, and that’s in Nashville, not here.”

“What about one of the theaters in Pigeon Forge? Or even one of the radio stations in Knoxville? Surely there is someplace that could use your experience.”

Rae got out of the car and walked around it. Lacy emerged a moment later, flinching at the pain she saw in her sister’s eyes. “What if I give up my career and she is still afraid?”

Lacy hugged Rae tightly. “Love is never certain.” She released her sister and walked toward the store. Rae sighed softly, shoved her hands into her pockets, and followed. Lacy’s color increased as they neared the entrance and she explained her game plan for grabbing the best deals. Raegan shook her head at her sister’s excitement and held on for the ride.

They stopped for lunch at a fast food restaurant. Rae picked at a salad while Lacy devoured a large hamburger. Lacy had a sale paper and a list spread before her. Rae tried to pretend to be interested as she talked about what gifts she lacked. “What do you want for Christmas, sis?” Lacy asked suddenly.

Rae blinked in surprise. She stirred her salad as she thought about her answer. For the past year, she had imagined Christmas with Tara and Will and Rachel. She had thought about what it would be like to decorate their home together. She had pictured shopping with Tara to get the children something they would always remember. She had envisioned waking up Christmas morning with Tara in her arms and watching Will and Rachel play in her parents’ living room with Mary and Megan. She wanted that dream back for Christmas. She wanted that reality.

Now that she couldn’t have that dream, she wanted her heart to stop hurting. She wanted to stop feeling empty all of the time. Leaving Tara had ripped her apart, but she knew it had been the right thing for both of them. Now, she had to dream something new. “I want to go back in time till last November. I want you to go get the sage or the celery or whatever it was that Mom forgot for the dressing. I want you to walk through Tara’s line yalova escort while I sit at home and watch the parade and pretend I’m still in love with Jamie.”

“How is Jamie?” Lacy asked, relieved to change the subject.

Rae frowned as she thought about her former partner. She and Jamie had been together for several years when a promotion took Jamie to Ohio. They had agreed to spend the time apart and that had sealed their relationship. For a brief moment, Jamie had wanted to come home, but Tara had changed Rae’s outlook on life. “I don’t know,” Rae answered. “The last time I talked to her, she seemed nervous. I talk to her sister more than I do her, and her sister is not thrilled about the woman Jamie’s involved with. In fact, when Alice found out I had broken up with Tara, she suggested I go visit Jamie in Ohio. I think she thought I could rescue Jamie.”

“Did you think about it? You were always happy with Jamie.”

“I was comfortable with Jamie. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us. Especially right now. Jamie deserves more than being my rebound girl.”

“Do you think that Tara was a rebound girl after being with Jamie for so long?’

Rae immediately shook her head to say no. “Breaking up with Jamie was different and Tara’s different. I didn’t need a rebound after Jamie. I was over her.”

Lacy gave her sister another little half smile and picked up her pencil. “Rae, one time machine. Now, what can I get you if those are sold out?”

Rae laughed. “I don’t need anything, Lace. Give to the American Cancer Society in my name.”

“That’s not very fun,” Lacy insisted. “There’s got to be something you want.”

Before Rae could form an answer, a voice interrupted them. “Aunt Rae!” a child called. Rae turned and a small boy leapt into her arms before she could register his presence. His arms tightened around her neck and he pressed close. Rae hugged him back, breathing deeply of the sweet little boy scent. “I’ve missed you, Aunt Rae,” the little boy said again. Rae could not form words. She could only cling to Tara’s son.

Will settled himself on Rae’s lap, his words rushing from his lips so quickly she struggled to follow his train of thought. “Does Mommy know you are here? Are you coming over tonight? Mommy cries a whole lot now. I tried to do like you said, cause you said to call whenever Mommy cried, so I pressed four on the phone and the tic tac toe board, but Mommy saw me and told me not to do that ever again.”

“Will,” a sharp voice snapped. Rae turned to see a gray-haired woman with a disproving frown glaring at her. Rae didn’t recognize the woman, but she recognized the baby in her arms. It took her breath away. “William Myers, come here.”

Will slipped off Rae’s lap. “Look, Granny, its Aunt Rae.”

Rae stood slowly, her shoulders tight with caution. “Hello. I’m Raegan Hall. You must be Billy’s mother.”

“Aunt Rae’s going to come over later so Mommy will smile again, right, Aunt Rae?” Will asked, holding her hand and gazing up at her with adoration.

Rae’s eyes locked with those of her nemesis. This was the woman who threatened to take the children if Tara continued her relationship with Rae. This was the woman who had destroyed Rae’s heart. Will tugged on her hand and she tore her eyes from the woman’s, kneeling in front of the boy she loved as much as a son. “No, buddy, I’m not coming over. I’ve got to go back to Nashville.”

Will frowned. “Mommy and Rachel and me want to live in Nashville with you, but Mommy said we weren’t going to do that anymore.”

“No, I don’t guess so.”

“But we miss you.”

“I miss you, too, and I think about you a lot.”

“Granny took me to see Santa Clause today, and I told him all I wanted for Christmas was for you and Mommy and me and Rachel to be a family. I even told him he could take back my bike from last year.”

“Let’s go, Will,” his grandmother ordered, extending her free hand.

Will threw himself into Rae’s arms again, his arms clinging to her as he cried. “Shh, shh,” Rae tried to assure. “It’s all right, buddy.”

“Don’t you love us anymore?”

“Now, hush that talk. I love you lots. It’s just . . . it’s just better if I love you from Nashville. It’s better if you stay here with your Granny and all your other grandparents. They love you, too, and they would miss you if you moved to Nashville with me.”

His grandmother grabbed his arm and tried to pull him from Rae’s arms. Reluctantly, Rae helped her, taking his arms from around her neck. She kissed his cheek softly. “Be a good boy, Will. Be a good big brother and help your Mommy lots. Okay?” Rae’s voice cracked and her eyes glistened as he nodded. “Now, go with your Granny.”

“Bye, Aunt Rae. I love you,” he called as he walked out. Rae watched him go, throwing him a kiss when he turned around the last time to look at her. As soon as he was out the door, Rae bowed her head and sobbed.

Lacy gently touched Rae’s head. “Dear Santa, please give my sister yozgat escort her family back for Christmas.” Lacy’s words only made Rae cry harder. “Oh, sis, I’m sorry. I had no idea any of this would happen today. I just wanted to distract you.”

“Just take me home,” Rae managed to gasp. Lacy quickly gathered her things and led Rae to the car. Rae cried all the way to her parents’ house.

Later . . .

Tara rang up her last customer of the day and gladly pulled her drawer from the register. She gave a sympathetic smile to her replacement and checked her cash with the front end manager. Wearily, she walked to the back of the store to get her purse out of her locker. Jack entered the break room from the outside door. He smiled when he saw Tara. “Heya, kiddo, how was your day?”

“Long,” she said. “Not too bad. Only had one really bitchy customer.” She rummaged in her purse for a moment. “Raegan came through my line.”

“Yeah?” he mumbled thoughtfully, leaning against the locker beside her. “How was that?

Tara shouldered her purse and slammed her locker. “She wouldn’t even look at me, Jack.” She turned and leaned against the wall beside him, releasing a long sigh of pent up sadness and frustration. “I guess it is really over. I kept hoping that she would miss me as badly as I missed her, and . . . I don’t know what I thought would happen.”

Jack took Tara’s jacket out of her hands and held it so she could slip it on her arms. He rested his hands on her shoulders and squeezed lightly. “I thought I would be thrilled to hear you say it was over with Raegan.” Tara stepped out of reach and turned to look at Jack with a frown. “Tara, I’ve been in love with you for years.”

“Jack . . .” she began, even though she was unsure what she was going to say to him.

He silenced her by holding up his hand. “When Billy died, you were sad, you grieved for him, but you didn’t seem to mourn. I kept my distance, though. I wanted you to have your space. After Thanksgiving last year, when you started talking about Rae, I knew you were ready to move on.” He moved toward her, placing her hand on her back as he guided her toward the back door. “When I realized that Rae was a girl, I was a little floored and thought maybe you were just going through some phase. But every time you mentioned Rae, your whole face lit up. When you told me what happened in August, I thought I might finally have my opportunity, but you’ve mourned for Rae. You’ve grieved for that relationship a lot more than you did Billy’s death.”

Tara stopped walking as Jack opened the door and looked up at him with a frown on her face. “Why are you saying all of this?” she demanded.

Jack pointed over her shoulder and she turned to look. Raegan Hall was leaning against Tara’s car. She was staring at the ground when Tara first looked, but sensing someone watching, Rae lifted her head. She stood upright and slowly slid her hands into her pockets, her eyes on Tara and her face expressionless. Tara felt her heart skip a beat and had to resist running to her former lover. She shifted her gaze back to Jack. “I saw her when I took out the garbage. Good luck.”

He hugged her and she took a deep breath before crossing the parking lot to Rae. She stopped just out of arm’s reach. “Hi,” she managed to say. Her throat was constricted so she cleared it and tried again. “Hello.”

“Hi,” Rae answered after releasing a long breath. She pushed her hands deeper into her pockets and looked away. She spent a moment trying to look anywhere but at Tara. She coughed. “How are you?”

Tara nodded, the motion providing Rae with a non-answer that echoed the sentiments of her own heart. “What are you doing here?” Tara asked.

“I wanted to apologize,” she said.

Tara took a hopeful step forward, her face upturned expectantly. “I’m sorry, too,” she whispered, wetting her lips as she gazed into Raegan’s brown eyes.

“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Rae insisted. “Will saw me today. His grandmother was not excited. I hope that it doesn’t make things difficult when you pick the children up.”

“Oh,” Tara muttered, taking a step backward, her shoulders drooping in disappointment. “I’m sure everything will be fine. You couldn’t help seeing him.”

“He seemed pretty upset that I hadn’t been around,” Rae said. “I tried to assure him that it wasn’t because I didn’t love him anymore.”

“It’s been hard on him. He lost his dad, and then you left . . .” she stopped talking, her voice fading as she left the sentence incomplete. “He’s a tough little boy. He’ll get over it.”

Rae took her hand out of her pocket and gently rubbed her thumb against Tara’s soft cheek. “What about you?”

“I’m tough, too,” she answered, slowly lifting her blue eyes to Rae’s face. She searched her ex’s eyes for weakness. “What about you?”

“Tough as nails,” Rae whispered, pulling her hand away and ramming it back into her pocket. They heard the lies in each other’s words but did not react. “Do you need any help providing Christmas for the children?”

“It’s not your responsibility,” Tara insisted.

“That’s not what I asked,” Rae growled.

“We will be fine.” “Good.” They stood in awkward silence for a long moment, the cold wind whipping around their bodies. The chill between them was much colder than the air in the atmosphere.

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Her Party

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As Nikki looks around at all the people enjoying their drinks and having a great time she realized that she hadn’t went to the bathroom all night. Suddenly she really had to go. She went upstairs to her bedroom to use her private bathroom. She sat down and peed long and hard. “Oh what a relief!” Nikki thought to herself

As she wiped her pussy dry she heard her bedroom door close and the sound of 2 people getting undressed. “Who the fuck is that?” She thought to herself and went to the door of the bathroom to have a look.

As she peered around the door she let out a gasp she didn’t know the names of the big-breasted blonde or the man who’s cock she was slurping on but her the tingling in her pussy told her that she would find out. She watched as the blonde continued to shove his cock down her throat.

Nikki reached down and lifted her skirt up and ran her fingers over her bald cunt lips and felt the moistness leaking between them. She dipped in one finger and started fingering her clit which was staring to get hard just watching these 2. She knew she just had to get in on this action.

“Hey you 2 this is my bedroom and no one gets fucked in here but me.” Nikki said as she walked out of the bathroom.

“Oh we’re really sorry we just couldn’t help ourselves.” the blonde stammered as she started to collect her clothes.

“Hey wait a second. You can stay but only as long as I can join in on the action. My names Nikki by the way.”

The man smiled as he looked at the blonde and said “My names Jason and this is Dez and you have just given us the best offer we’ve had in a long time!”

Nikki walked over to Dez, looked her in the eye and licked her lips. “What do you say we give your boyfriend something to watch for a while?” Then she leaned down and took her erect nipple between her teeth and pulled softly.

Dez moaned “Mmmmmm please keep going!” So Nikki continued to suck and pull on her hard nipple as she brought her hand up and began to play with the other. Her pussy was starting to really get wet and she knew she better move this along because she didn’t want to come before she tasted this hot blondes wet pussy.

She uşak escort pushed Dez down on the bed, quickly shed her clothing and motioned for Jason to sit in the chair next to her bed and watch. She climbed onto the bed and straddled Dez. Her mouth again found the large mounds on Dez’s chest as her fingers moved down her body searching for her wet slit.

Dez let out a sharp gasp as her probing fingers made their way inside her hot slippery hole. “Please I need to feel your tongue in my pussy!” She begged.

Nikki was happy to oblige. She wriggled down so her face was at Dez’s pussy. She inhaled the musky scent of a woman in heat and knew she needed this as much as Dez did. She parted her pink lips and licked from the top to the bottom very slowly. Dezs’ hips rose to meet he tongue. “Oh god she tastes good” Nikki thought to herself as she dove into her pussy lapping up her juices. She glanced at Jason and saw he was definately enjoying the show as he jerked himself in the chair. Dez was writhing beneath her as Nikki continued to assault her clit with her tongue. She knew Dez was very close to coming and wanted to prolong it just a little bit so she quickly pulled her tongue away. “No please don’t stop I want to come on your tongue!!” Dez whimpered.

“And you will don’t worry.” Nikki growled as she brought her face back down but this time the object her tongue was seeking was her tight asshole. She felt Dez’s legs tighten as she began licking her ass. “Do you like getting your asshole licked?” she asked but the only reply was Dez pushing her face back to her tight anus. Nikki pushed her tongue inside the tight hole again and again before she decide she needed to taste this little slut’s come.

“All right you little whore I want to feel your come all over my face now!” Nikki growled at Dez as she sucked her rock hard clit into her mouth. As she sucked Dez’s hips began to buck against her face and she felt a wet explosion all over her face. Dez was whimpering as Nikki began to lap up all the hot sticky juice she could.

She climbed back up the bed and gave Dez a long kiss letting her taste van escort her own juices off her tongue. “You know your boyfriend wants to fuck me don’t you?” Nikki whispered to Dez.

“I think you deserve it after that don’t you?” Dez whispered back. Nikki replied by laying back and spreading her legs wide.

“Come on Jason you have suffered long enough and someone needs to feel your big fat prick inside them!” Dez said to Jason. “You know you want her so get over here.

Jason jumped onto the bed between Nikki’s legs. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her wet slit a few times. He was so horny he just had to get inside her. He shoved his cock inside her slick hole and moaned. She felt so good he almost came right then but knew he better make this last. He began to slowly move his cock in and out. As he did Dez began to lick Nikki’s huge tits. Nikki began to moan and move her hips to meet his thrusts.

“I like being fucked and I like being fucked hard!!!!” She spat out. Jason was quick to pick up the pace and soon he was ramming her tight fuckhole as hard as he could and she seemed to love it. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in closer. He felt like he was going to blow at any second watching his girlfriend sucking on her nipples as he banged her hot pussy.

Suddenly Nikki stopped him. She looked at them both and said “I have another hole that needs some attention!” She climbed up on all fours and waved her ass at Jason. “Now stick that cock in my ass!”

Jason quickly positioned himself behind her leaned down, spit on her tight anus to lube it up a little and slowly began to push his hard dick inside her. She moaned as she pushed herself back onto it. “Oh God this is the tightest hole I’ve ever fucked!” He moaned.

Dez climbed underneath Nikki and watched her boyfriend reaming this woman’s ass. She felt Nikki’s tongue on her pussy again as she watched. She looked up and realized that she too could lick pussy from here. She brought her face up and easily found Nikki’s hard bud and started to lick it.

“Yeah that’s it lick my clit while he fucks my ass!!!” Nikki erzincan escort screamed out.

Jason was fucking her asshole as hard as he could and knew he couldn’t hold off any longer. “I’m gonna come!” He yelled.

“Shoot that hot load in my ass!” Nikki yelled back. And as she did he let his hot stream go. Dez was still licking Nikki’s wet cunt as Jason let his load go she felt Nikki’s hot juices gush onto her awaiting tongue. This stream of juices down her throat made her pussy convulse as well.

Jason pulled his still hard cock from Nikki’s sticky asshole and dripped the last drops of come onto his girlfriends tongue. And just when he thought his dream night was over he heard Nikki say “Come up here and let me suck that cock dry while your little slut cleans up my ass!”

Nikki took his sticky throbbing cock between her lips and began to suck. She felt another spurt release from it into her mouth. As she did she felt Dez slide up and start to lick her boyfriends come from her stretched anus. She could easily stick her tongue inside and taste the cream her boyfriend had left there. She probed her tongue deeper and deeper wanting to taste every last drop of this mix. She heard Nikki moaning her mouth still around Jason’s fuck tool.

Dez wondered if she could make her come again. As she continued sucking on Nikki’s brown hole she brought her hand up and started to finger her new friend’s dripping pussy. Nikki began to move back and forth urging her to continue. Dez rubbed faster and faster and stuck her tongue deep inside and wiggled it all around her asshole.

Nikki could feel her pussy reaching that peak very quickly. She had never felt someone’s tongue so deep inside her before and this feeling caused her again to let a flow of juices go with a scream.

Nikki could hardly believe her luck as she looked at her two expert lovers laying beside her on the large bed. She had never expected her party to turn out like this. She decided she should probably go check out how the party was going. She slid off the bed and started to put on her clothes. As she did she looked at the couple on her bed and said “Stay as long as you like and depending how the party is going I may be back to join you later!”

As Nikki left the room she knew she had to see more of this couple well at least the wonderful Dez that’s for sure. She wandered around the party imagining the things she would like to do with the young blonde…

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“My Husband is a Soldier…”

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My husband is a soldier, and he’s one month into his third deployment, Iraq twice, and now Afghanistan. Before he left for this last tour he shared something with me that didn’t make me very happy, but I guess the more we discussed it the more it did kind of make sense to me. He knows I’m very needy when it comes to sex, and so is he. That was one of the things that attracted us to each other before we were married. We were fucking like bunnies on our first date, and I loved the things Josh “made” me do, like when he told me pull my top down while driving on the highway so truckers could see my naked tits. I didn’t do it at first, but only because I thought he wouldn’t really want me doing something like that without at least putting up a little resistance. But then when I did it and a few truckers saw my naked tits I loved it. And so did Josh. He had his cock out and was stroking it as I was showing off, so I surprised him by pulling off my shorts and panties in addition to showing my tits. Then I put my legs up on the dashboard while playing with my pussy for the trucker looking at me. Then Josh sped off leaving the guy hanging. I was loving it, and Josh said he knew I was hot because he would smell my pussy scent in the car. When we exited the highway to come home as we were stopped at a traffic light a bus pulled up next to us so I put my legs back down onto the floorboard and started to cover myself.

“Are they looking at you, Susan?” he asked, still stroking his cock.

“Yeah, they are,” I said, looking up to see several passengers staring down at my tits..

“Then do it again. Leave your tits out and put your legs back up on the dash so they can see your pussy while you stroke it.”

“Oh God,” I moaned, but I did as he asked, and when I saw a young man sticking his tongut out, moving it like he was eating me I came… and so did Josh!

Between his deployments we did a lot of experimenting with all kinds of sex. I sucked Josh’s cock whenever he wanted me to, of course…did I mention how much I love eating cum? I do. I think it’s the hottest thing ever to have a guy come in your mouth, or on your face, and to swallow it while he watches. Josh love to have me do that for him. He eats me, too, and sometimes when I come hard enough I squirt on his face and in his mouth. A few times I’ve even peed on him, and him on me, but that was just to see what it was like. It really didn’t do much for me. Just felt like warm water splashing on me. No big deal.

So when Josh told me about a couple of the woman he served with in Iraq and what they’d been doing with the men over there I guess I wasn’t all that surprised by it. Hell, it even made me a little envious of them. Josh said they were total sluts, and when he told me how much they loved getting gangbanged I asked him if he fucked them, too.

“Well sure, baby. All the guys fuck them, but it’s just something to do,” he said. “You know… like jerking off, only using a mouth or a pussy or an asshole on our dicks instead of our hands. Just like when you fuck yourself with your vibrators. It’s really no big deal,” he said. “You know how horny I am, and it’s not like these women mean anything to any of us, or us to them. Hell, most of the time they don’t even know the names of the men banging them. It’s just sport fucking. You know… like golf or bowling, but fucking instead,” Josh said.

I asked him how he would feel if I fucked someone while he was away, and he shocked me with his reply.

“Actually, I guess I just assumed you WERE fucking guys, babe,” he said. “As long as you don’t fall for any of them or get knocked-up, and just do it for sex not love, I’m fine with it. Hell, I’d even love it if you could take a video or send me photos of you sucking some dude’s cock or fucking him. I could jerk off to the photos, and maybe even share them with the guys in my unit. I’d be proud as hell to show you off to my buddies. Some of the guys have started sharing pictures of their wives with all of us, and it’s hot as hell to see them. They say their wives like knowing they’re ‘on display’ for all of us, and I I would love to let the guys see you like that, you know? Naked, with your big tits on display for everyone, sucking some guy’s cock or getting pounded by some big dick. FUCK that would be hot, baby. I’m so proud of you, and it’s not like you’d have to be seeing any of these guys any time soon. Or even if you did after I got out maybe we could have some threesomes or something, like we talk about all the time.”

“Yeah, but that’s just fantasy talk, Josh. I didn’t think you were serious.”

“I wasn’t, before. But now that I’ve participated in a few gangbangs and see how hot it makes the women I think it’s something I’d like for you, too, honey. Believe me, these sluts we’re fucking really get off on getting gangbanged, Susan. You should hear how loud they scream, begging for “more cocks” and “more cum.” I bet you would, too, baby,” Josh said, stroking my 36D tits. We zonguldak escort were in bed having sex when he was telling me all this, so I guess that helped me to accept it better. Besides, I didn’t have much choice. I wasn’t going to divorce him over something as trivial as what he described to me. It’s not like he was having an affair or something. And I knew he wasn’t going to stop now that he’d been fucking these whores. So I just told him it did sound pretty hot, and I’d think about it.”

“So you’re okay with me still fucking these skanks, right, Susan?” he asked, and I told him I was, as long as he was okay if I fucked around a little, too.

“Okay with it, baby? I WANT you to fuck other guys, and I want you to send me the pics and maybe a video of it to show the guys. Will you do that for me, Susan? Will you be a total fucking porn star for me and my mates?”

By then Josh was hard as a rock and fucking me like crazy, and I was so hot thinking about what it would be like to fuck some guy on video and have it seen by the guys in his group I said I’d do it, not thinking it would ever REALLY happen. But it did…

Chapter 1. The photographer

We’d bought an older home and had some remodeling done by a builder, so when he called and asked if he could come out and take some photos of the work he’d done for us to use in his promotional materials I said of course, proud that our kitchen and bathroom might be on display in an ad or magazine.

That night lying in bed I remembered what Josh had said about maybe fucking some guy and having pictures taken of me doing it for Josh and his buds to see. Then I thought about how good looking our builder is, and by the time I’d finished masturbating and fucking myself with my vibrator and cock I knew I was going to try to seduce Jake, our builder.

The morning Jake was due to arrive I got up, showered, and put on a little short black skirt, a black lace thong, and a thin tank top with no bra so my big tits would be more obvious. Jake had always kind of flirted with me when the remodeling work was going on, so I knew it shouldn’t be too hard to seduce him. He’s maybe in his late-30’s or early-40’s, with longish dark brown hair, a hard body and very sexy blue eyes. I’d say he’s probably around six foot two or so, and very well built. In other words, he’s a hunk, and he has a reputation of being a chick magnet. He’s got bucks, is single, and drives a big-ass pickup truck.

When the doorbell rang it triggered a flood of dampness in my cunt, and I felt my nipples hardening a little. Then I went downstairs and let Jake in.

As he took photos of our kitchen first, and then our master bedroom bath we conversed about various things. Then I said I wanted to ask him for a favor.

“Anything for you, babe. Like what?” he asked, staring at my tits, then back up to my face with this sexy grin on his face.

“Have you ever taken any pictures of your girlfriends in… well… in lingerie?” I asked.

“Sure. Who hasn’t? Why, Susan?” he smiled, staring at me with those sexy blue eyes of his.

“Well,” I breathed, feeling my nipples aching and my cunt dripping. “Josh said he’d love me to email him some pictures of me in some of my lingerie to use when… well… you know,” I said. “To look at when he’s playing with himself,” I breathed. “So… would you, Jake? Please? I’ve taken selfies with my phone, but you have a great camera, so I was wondering… Do you think I’m pretty?” I asked, feeling heat building in my pussy.

“That’s not a word I’d use to describe you, Susan,” he said. “Pretty is what little girls are, not women. And you’re most definitely a woman,” he smiled, staring at my stiff nipples under the thin top I was wearing.

“What word WOULD you use, Jake?” I breathed, pulling back my shoulders a little more, letting him know I knew he was looking at my tits.

“Well…” he began…”If I only had one word to use to describe you I think I’d select ‘desirable.’ Otherwise I’d have to use more words,” he grinned again, his eyes sparkling.

“What other words?” I said softly, my pussy growing wetter now, tingling.

“Well… let’s see… attractive. Sexy. Beautiful in a very sensuous way. You have extremely seductive eyes, Susan,” he said.

“If you saw me in a bar would you try to pick me up?” I asked, the heat in my pussy growing more intense. I was trembling with the excitement of what I knew I was trying to do.

“God yes! Any man would,” he said, and I noticed movement in his jeans, down there, where the outline of his cock began to be apparent.

“And if I brought you home with me would you… would you FUCK me?”

“Well of course I would, and anything else you’d want,” he grinned.

“Okay, look. Here’s the situation Jake,” I began. “I was thinking that since you’re here, and you have that camera, maybe…”

“Maybe I could take some bedroom shots of you for Josh?”

“Yeah. Could fethiye escort you? Would you?” I asked.

“I’d be happy to, Susan. But…”

“But what?” I asked.

“Well… I’m only human. If I take those kinds of photos of you I might get pretty worked up and want to do more than just take pictures of you,” he said softly, his cock clearly growing now.

“What would you want to do to me?” I asked, my cunt sopping now.

“You know what I’d want to do to you, Susan, ” he said, grinning at me. “Tell me. What do you think I’d want to do to you?”

“You’d want to fuck me. Or have me suck your cock, right?” I asked, moving toward him. When he didn’t move I said, “and you’d want me to run my tongue over this.” Then I placed my hand over his cock and said, “And you’d want to put this in my cunt and fuck me, right? Isn’t that right?”

“God yes!” he hissed.

“Then let’s go upstairs and you can do all of that to me while you take my pictures. I didn’t mention it yet, but Josh would like to see me in a porn video, too. Not just pictures. Could we set your camera on the dresser and shoot a video of us… of me sucking and fucking you, Jake? It’s Josh’s idea. Could we? Please?” I grinned.

“Lead the way,” he said, and I did.

Chapter 2. Fucking for Josh

In our bedroom when I was naked Jake asked put on whatever lingerie I thought Josh would like to see me wearing, so I selected a pair of thigh high black lace stockings, a black garter belt, and a pair of black lace crotchless panties. While watching me getting dressed in the lingerie, Jake began undressing as well.

Then he walked over next to me on the bed, set the camera down and unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his jeans, and stepped out of them. I gasped when he removed his black bikini underwear and stepped out of the sexy briefs. When he tossed them on the bed next to me as he began taking off his shirt, I picked up his underwear and sniffed it, then took into my mouth and sucked it. It was sweaty, and his male scent and taste assaulted my senses which only helped further inflame my already swollen clit and wet cunt. And then he was naked.

“Ummm,” I moaned, taking his cock in my mouth, gently fondling his balls as he picked up the camera and began taking photos of me sucking his dick. I couldn’t wait. I lay back on the bed and spread my legs, holding my wet cunt open for him and the camera. “Fuck me. Now! Please!” I gasped, watching as his cock began to curl upward when he moved toward my wide-open thighs. A drop of pre-cum goo glistened on the tip of his cock and when he rubbed the crown of his dick over my clit he fired the flash on the camera and I cried out.

“Oh God, put it in me!” I gasped.

“No condom?” he asked.


“I’m gonna switch to video for this,” he grinned, fiddling with the camera settings. Then he aimed it down at my pussy with the red light on the camera flashing as he slid into me, deeply, his long, thick cock filling me like Josh never had. Jake was two or three inches longer than Josh, much thicker, and I could immediately feel the difference.

“Oh MY GOD! I LOVE YOUR COCK!” I wailed, raising my legs high in the air, grabbing his tight ass cheeks, pulling him deeper into me.

“Jesus you’re so fucking WET, Susan!” he moaned, pounding into me as the camera continued to record a video of our lovemaking, or rather I should say of our FUCKING!

“I LOVE THIS! I LOVE FUCKING ANOTHER MAN OTHER THAN MY HUSBAND!” I screeched. “THIS IS SO SLUTTY! SO FUCKING SLUTTY!” I screamed. “You taking PICTURES of your COCK sliding in and out of my nasty CUNT! I LOVE ITTTTT!” I screamed, coming already.

Jake was coming already then, too, pressing into me as hard as he could, his long, thick cock poking at the back of my pussy, hot spurts of cum shooting into me, and with each new explosion of cum gushing into me I came again, rubbing my clit now, over and over as he filled me with what felt like a pint of hot cum.

“Damn! That was fast!” he gasped.

“It’s what I wanted. Can you take video of your cum oozing out of my pussy for my husband?” I asked. And he got off me, aimed the camera at my wet cunt and began doing exactly that.

Lying there with this stranger’s cum oozing out of me I wondered if Josh would really share my photos and this video with his buddies. If so I was going to give him a good show. Jake had turned off the video and was taking pictures of my oozing pussy, so I said, “Can you take more videos of us?” I asked.

“Yeah sure,” he said.

“Then come here,” I said, and he moved over next to me. He knelt next to my face, making sure the camera could see me as he fed me his cock, and I smiled at the camera and stuck out my tongue, showing Jake’s cock lying on it. Then I leaned under him and licked his sweaty balls as Jake groaned.

“Look, baby! I’m licking his BALLS! alanya escort I’ll do this for all your buddies, too, if you bring them home for me, Josh,” I said to the camera, looking right at it, hoping all Josh’s guys would be watching the video of me. Then for the next several minutes Jake took videos of me doing all kinds of nasty things to him. I sucked his cock. I licked his balls, then sucked his cock again.

“How nasty do you want to get, Susan?” he asked.

“Anything. I’ll do anything,” I gasped, masturbating now, feeling his cum oozing from my pussy.

He pulled a chair over and set the camera on it, then got back onto the bed, on his knees so I could spread his ass cheeks and the camera could capture a video of me licking his ass crack. Oh my fucking God I was so hot then, and I discovered I even loved his scent there, too, so sweaty and musky, and I buried my face in his ass, not caring whether it could be seen or not, just wanted to taste his acrid ass sweat, feeling more slutty than I’d ever felt before and loving the feeling as I dug my tongue into his asshole. And still I wanted more. More nasty acts. Filthy acts. And the more nasty things he suggested we do, the more I loved it. He even had me get into the tub and he pissed all over me and I got off on that, too!

We spent the rest of the morning with me doing anything Jake asked of me and him taking photos and videos of it. Then he said he had another appointment, but said he’d return that night after work with a DVD of what we’d done that I could send to Josh. I told him that would be great, then said Josh had another request, but I wasn’t sure how to arrange it.

“What was it?” Jake asked.

“Well… he said it would be really hot to see a video of me getting gangbanged. I know you work with a bunch of hot studs, Jake. Do you think you could get some of them to come over and fuck me with you?” I asked, shamelessly reaching down to rub my clit as I said words I didn’t ever think would come out of my mouth.

“Are you serious?” Jake grinned.

“Very, Jake. So could you?”

“How many guys would you want, Susan?” he asked.

“As many as you want to bring, Jake. I’m so hot these days I’d fuck an entire room full of guys if you could find them for me!” I said, close to coming again just from thinking about it.

“Then I’ll do it. I play poker with six to eight guys on Thursdays. Today is Thursday, so maybe we could all come over tonight instead.”

I told Jake that would be perfect, and he said he’d arrange it. And he did.

Chapter 3. A gangbang for my husband

After Jake left I didn’t even bother getting out of bed… I just lay there masturbating and eating what was left of Jake’s cum still oozing out of my scummy cunt. I’ve never EVER been as hot as I was that afternoon, and that night when I heard the doorbell ring I was so hot I could barely make it to the door to let the guys in my legs were so rubbery from coming so much.

“Hi guys,” I grinned, opening the door for them while still wearing the sexy lingerie. “Come on in. I can’t wait to entertain all of you.”

I counted nine guys including Jake, and as soon as they were all in the house I just turned and walked up the steps to my bedroom and crawled into bed, lying on my back propped up on a pillow as they filed into the room behind me. Then I started rubbing my cunt again and said, “I guess Jake told you what I want, right? While he takes videos of us I want you to do anything you want to me as long as it’s hot and nasty. This video will be sent to my husband for him to see what a slut he married, but I’m doing this shit at his request so make it hot, okay? He’s going to show the video to the guys he’s serving with in Afghanistan, so you’ll be doing your Patriotic duty to give the guys some great jerkoff material, okay?” I grinned, watching them getting naked, my heart pounding as my pussy began growing wet again. And then they were all over me as Jake took videos of me sucking and fucking all of them…

By the time the guys left I was coated in cum and piss, and their nasty jism was leaking out of all the holes in my body. I looked like a fucking wet, slippery glazed donut with tits, and I couldn’t wait for Josh and his guys to see the video.

Fortunately Jake was able to create a DVD for me with all the things I’d done with him and is friends that day so I could post the videos online if I wanted, so that night I signed onto my computer and visited a site Jake told me about where I could upload the videos. I started the process then took a shower while they were uploading. God did I ever need one. I was slimy and stinky and more sexually drained than I ever had been before. And I loved how I felt, knowing this was who I really was, deep down… a total fucking slut who loved all kinds of depraved sex. I also knew this wouldn’t be the last time I behaved like I had that day, and I loved knowing that I’d be repeating my slutty activities as often as I could from now on. Besides, my parents are dead, and I’m an only child so I didn’t have any family members to worry about finding out what a fucking pig I’d become, and Josh HAD asked me to do it for him, so I was fucking home free to do anything I wanted, and now that I’d tried and loved it that is exactly what I was going to do.

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Down in the Valley

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Most of the stories I have submitted here happened to me a long time ago. This one however was from just last month. There is a place in my home town where lots of men go to find relief. It is in a valley out in the woods and in the summer months it is pretty well shielded from prying eyes because of the type and amount of foliage. There are several small pathways near a major recreation trail and men looking for some fun go down in the valley at all hours of the day hoping to find someone willing to play. Of course like any outdoor area you can never be certain about who may or may not come along the path while you are engaged so there is also an element of risk involved in getting too exposed.

On this particular day the weather was just about perfect and the area had not had rain for a few days so the ground which is often quite muddy was dry and easy to walk on. I’m in my mid sixties now so the number of times that I am both horny and nature co-operates is no longer great. In my twenties I didn’t care much if it was cold or not but I’m a lot choosier now. At any rate I took a walk down in the valley hoping to find some excitement and was rewarded with a great lunch time episode.

As I strolled down the main path I was passed by a man riding a mountain bike. This is common on this part of the valley as this trail is one of the main biking areas in the city and connects the downtown region to the escarpment. I left the main trail and started walking slowly and quietly on one of the small side paths where in the past I have had luck finding willing partners. This path forms a long U shape erzurum escort from the main one about 300 yds long and twists and turns a few times along the side of a pond of almost stagnant water beside the main river in the valley.

When I had gone in about half way I saw ahead of me through the branches that the mountain biker had entered the path from the other end and was leaning against the crossbar of his bike which was resting between 2 trees. His shorts were down below his knees and he was slowly stroking his half hard cock. As I approached he noticed me and rather than covering up just continued playing with himself. When I got beside him I saw he had a nice big 8 inch cut cock. He was in good shape with firm but not extreme muscles and as I watched him stoke the length of his cock it was getting harder and thicker by the second. I had obviously found someone willing to play with me which is not always the case at my age.

I dropped to my knees and opening my mouth wide took just the head of his cock inside. Once there I licked under the head just past the ridge of the crown and drew a shudder from him as I ran my tongue back to the end and up his piss slit. He started thrusting gently into my mouth just an inch or so of his cock which I soaked with my saliva. Making a groove with my tongue I let him have his way for a few moments just running his cock a little farther into my mouth with each thrust forward. By now he was fully hard and his cock when he pulled back out of my mouth stood up about 20 degrees above horizontal from his eskişehir escort belly.

This guy had quite a cock on him. By the time he was pushing about 4 inches into me he was completely filling my mouth with his meat and so then I took his hips in both hands and slowly leaned in taking him right down my throat till my nose was buried in his pubes and I could feel his large heavy balls against my chin. This brought a sigh from him and he started talking for the first time since we had met. “oh fuck that is great” he said, “I’ve only ever been swallowed by one other person who could take my whole cock. After a few seconds I had to come up for air and pulled back. Catching my breath I again slowly slid all the way down the length of his cock allowing him to push into my throat. Once he was buried to the hilt down my gullet I proceeded to do a swallowing reaction and as the muscles in my throat contracted and moved around his cock he groaned his appreciation.

Just then while I was still impaled on his cock I realized that another man had come along the path and was standing off to the right of us. I pulled back to get a look at him and because I needed to breathe again and saw that he had taken his cock out and was stroking it. Obviously not a cop in that case I saw that the biker had seen him too and so I just went back to sucking him. When I get in these sort of situations I’m not exactly shy. The second man approached and as I sucked on the cock in my mouth he started sucking the guy’s nipples while continuing to stroke his own cock. He wasn’t gaziantep escort nearly as big as the biker with a more normal 6 inch cock and was a bit older, probably in his mid 40s.

I was now being rewarded with copious amounts of pre-come oozing from the biker’s cock and I was alternating between sliding it right down my throat and pulling back to lick around the head and underside. He warned me that he was getting close and I just sucked all that much harder on him. With this encouragement he took hold of my head and started fucking my face with more energy until with a grunt I felt him start to spasm and tasted spurt after spurt of thick come shoot into the back of my mouth. I pulled off his cock and swallowed his load. The man who had come up to us turned his cock towards me and as I turned towards him the biker said “Oh yeah let me watch you suck him too.”

By this time I was horny as hell so while I started sucking the second man I undid the drawstring on my sweat pants, dropped them and started stroking my cock. I had only been sucking him for a few seconds when I felt him tense and then he too shot a load of come into my mouth. A little disappointed about how quickly he had come I none the less swallowed my second shot of the day and rocked back in my haunches while stroking my cock.

The biker encouraged me telling me he wanted to see me shoot as the other guy zipped up and abruptly walked away. That was fine with me so I stoop up letting my pants drop around my ankles and started jerking off in a frenzy. It didn’t take long before I was shooting my load out onto the ground and as my orgasm subsided the biker thanked me for a great blowjob, pulled up his shorts and walked his bike back to the main trail while I cleaned up and pulled my pant back up. With any luck we may run into each other again down there before the leaves falling off the trees makes it too risky to play in the valley.

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Heather’s Busy Week Pt. 05

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(Tuesday, 23rd April 2002)

Heather woke disorientated. Eventually, once she’d convinced herself she wasn’t drunk or still dreaming, she realized she was upside down in someone else’s bed. Upside down with a pair of alien feet under her nose. The lights were off and dawn hadn’t yet broken, so she went by touch and smell. Quickly deducing the feet were Gill’s she suspected they’d fallen asleep during a prolonged sixty-nine. Well, the last of several prolonged sixty-nines. That was a shame but, while she was down there . . .

‘I wouldn’t do that if I was you,’ Gill called. ‘I’ve got fast bowler’s feet.’

Heather was already fondling the crick chick’s little toe. ‘Everything feels okay to me,’ she called back. ‘And they’re not whiffy at all.’

‘My feet are battered,’ Gill insisted, ‘and my toes are all crooked and manky. And that’s now, when they’re at their best. A month into the season they’ll be black and blue.’

Was that a challenge? Heather took it as one. She systematically licked, sucked and nibbled every last digit. Then she gave similar attention to Gill’s insteps, soles and heels. Gill soon stopped issuing warnings and made purring noises instead. Heather almost joined in. She missed the feel of nylon under her tongue but liked the touch of bare flesh just as much. And toe access was better without fabric in the way, she had to admit. Gill’s purring was exciting, too. When she at last kissed her way up a pair of smooth, shapely legs she actually made a bet with herself:

Two-to-one I’m wetter than her.

Gill didn’t seem to want to take turns anymore, which was fine by Heather. She quite happily helped herself. She’d developed acute tongue-ache and repetitive jaw strain before finally accepting they’d both had enough. By then dawn had hauled her weary ass out of the sack, the sun was shining and birds were singing.

‘I make a mean cup of coffee,’ the crick chick announced.

Side by side, sitting up in bed and sipping from mugs, Heather was struck by the cosiness of the scene. It was difficult to be cosy in a stark background of black and white, but somehow Gill pulled it off. Heather frowned; she didn’t much like cosiness . . . it made her nervous. She glanced down at the carpet, noticing it for the first time. Dark grey. Probably charcoal. Hmmm . . .

Casting around a little further she saw a large stuffed toy on a chair. The chair was black with shiny metal legs . . . naturally . . . and the toy had been carefully set down in a sitting position. Nothing too unusual about that; lots of girls kept their teddies through their teens and beyond. Except this wasn’t a teddy, it was a panda.

Heather was slightly spooked by the continuation of the black and white theme. Fortunately, Panda had a saving grace: a splash of colour around his neck. The red and gold stripes were, to say the least, a bit of a relief. ‘What’s that?’ she asked.

‘It’s an MCC tie. A real one.’ Gill laughed. ‘It’s a capital offence to wear one of those without being a member at Lords. Members are all stuffed shirts, though. I reckon Soo is less stuffed than any of them.’


‘She’s a girl panda. I’m hardly likely to sleep with a boy panda, am I?’

‘Where did you get the tie?’

‘One of the girls got drinking with a group of members while we were playing down there. And not in the hallowed areas, I hasten to add. Don’t ask me how she did it, but she got away with five ties. She kept one for herself and handed the others out to the two best batsmen and two best bowlers . . . including me.’

Sipping in silence, Heather could think of several things “one of the girls” might have done to earn five ties. As a gold star crick chick wouldn’t approve of any of them, she kept her ideas to herself.

‘”Batsmen”,’ she said instead. ‘Shouldn’t it be batswomen?’

‘That’s subject to debate. Most of the other roles have names that work for both sexes. Some girls use “batswoman”, but not many. A few use “batter” in the hope men will use it too. Most stick with the traditional version because cricket’s a game of traditions. Let’s face it, girls will never be truly welcome if we try to introduce “batspersons” will we.’

‘I see what you mean, but I still prefer “batswoman”. I used to hate “spokesperson” but I can’t remember hearing it in ages. We’ve got “spokeswoman” in, why not “batswoman”?’

‘I really enjoyed last night,’ Gill resumed after another short silence.

Oho, here it comes.

‘Me too,’ Heather said quickly. ‘There are things you need to know before we do it again, though.’


‘Things about me.’

‘Don’t say I just slept with that serial killer. The one who leaves cryptic messages next to the girls’ mutilated bodies.’

‘No, I’m the one who strangles them with their own knickers.’ Heather grinned. ‘And that takes some doing, believe you me.’

They giggled a while but Gill’s eyes had clouded. ‘Is this the big brush-off?’

‘No, not at all.’

‘So what are these “things”?’

‘I tekirdağ escort can be a bit of a whore. I’m never going to be faithful to anyone. Not until I’ve finished uni, anyway. And when I leave I’m going travelling. Come July I’ll be off.’

‘So there’s no relationship on the cards. The best I’m going to get is sex every now and then until July. Is that it?’

‘I’m sure I’ve got dozens of other failings, but they’re the two that spring to mind.’

‘Sex every now and then sounds okay.’ Gill took Heather’s empty mug and set it down beside her own. ‘When’s your first lecture?’

‘Nine o’clock.’ Heather didn’t protest as Gill pushed her onto her back. She could have easily overpowered the other girl but now wasn’t the time. Gill obviously wanted her turn after all.

‘My next one’s at eleven . . .’ Heather went on. ‘Good grief! That’s nice!’


The nine o’clock “lecture” was actually a tutorial. Heather missed it, although she made the one at eleven, after another dash home to change into student clobber. Arriving ten minutes early, she had the pick of places in the as yet empty theatre. Taking a seat near the back she reflected on how things had changed. As freshers it had been lectures all the way, using the larger theatres. Back then attendances must usually have been around fifty or sixty. And once a week they had a two-hour session known informally as “Economics and . . .” The “and” included Business Studies, Maths, IT and a whole host of other disciplines. They had needed the biggest theatre on campus for that, and that seated three hundred or more. Nowadays her classes were mostly tutorials in groups of ten or less. Full-blown lectures . . . such as the one soon to begin . . . were smaller affairs, attended by perhaps thirty at a push.

Other students began to arrive in the usual dribs and drabs. She noticed Bryn arriving with Lucy and had to smile. Unlike herself, Lucy saw no problem in sleeping with course-mates . . . as long as they came equipped with willies, that is. Rumour had it that Lucy had scored with every last male, including a couple who hadn’t really wanted to score. Heather didn’t usually listen to rumours but she believed that one. In fact she suspected Lucy had made a list and was running down it again and again.

‘Hello, Heather, you look exceptionally radiant today. Is that why you missed our tutorial?’

‘Hello Ruth. I’m delighted to see you, too.’

Ruth sat beside Heather and nodded towards Bryn. Bryn was still with Lucy, three rows below them and off to their left. ‘Forsaken us today, has he?’

‘So it would seem.’

Ruth pulled an A4 notepad out of her backpack and plonked it on the wooden ledge in front of her. ‘Was she in the bath as well?’

Heather looked at Ruth. The girl had formed a loose sort of trio with herself and Bryn this final academic year. She was bright and good-looking but gave very little away. Heather knew next to nothing about her personal life. All early enquiries had been batted away, so she’d given up asking. Being quiet and secretive was the girl’s prerogative, she’d decided. Except she’d been a bit chattier of late. Almost flirty . . .

‘Lucy?’ Heather grinned. ‘Do you mean was she in the rugby semi-final bath? Or was she in my bath this morning?’

Ruth’s eyes momentarily widened. Then she laughed. ‘Either would be good gossip.’

‘Sorry to disappoint you. She missed out on both.’

‘Who was in your bath this morning, then?’

‘It was someone else’s, actually. And it was a shower, not a bath.’ Heather held Ruth’s gaze. ‘You won’t know her.’

‘Her!’ Ruth’s mouth opened and snapped shut again. ‘I knew it,’ she said in almost a whisper. ‘I just knew it.’

Professor Thomson arrived before the conversation developed, prompting a ragged chorus of mumbled greetings. As usual he was in great form, regularly digressing, as the whim took him, but delivering his message clearly for all that. Heather had always enjoyed his lectures and was sad they were nearing the last few.

Good grief, this sadness is getting to be a habit!

‘Hev,’ Ruth said as the address ended, her voice soft but urgent. ‘I didn’t mean . . .’

‘To offend me?’ Heather smiled. ‘I’m a woman who has sex with women. I’m not ashamed of my sexuality. And I don’t care what people think about me.’

‘I’m not ashamed about mine,’ said Ruth. ‘I’m terrified about people’s opinions, though.’

The theatre had emptied quickly. Professor Thomson was still reassembling his notes, even though he hadn’t referred to them once. There were two African-born students lower down, in the front row, talking and laughing, clearly not discussing Business Studies. Otherwise, apart from Heather and Ruth, the room was deserted.

‘I normally lunch in the Union Bar,’ Heather said. ‘Care to join me for a pint and a chat?’

‘You drink beer at this time of day?’

‘Only a pint or two. And I eat too. They do the most amazing baguettes. Cheese and tomato. Cheese and onion. tokat escort Ham and tomato. Tuna and I don’t know what. All sorts.’

‘I suppose I could have a Coke.’

The African guys arrived at the door at the same time as the two girls. ‘After you, sweet lady,’ the taller one said to Heather. ‘And you too, Ruth.’

‘Thank you, Sam.’ Heather’s smile was warm and genuine. Sam was one of life’s really nice guys. She’d miss him when . . .

Stop being maudlin, Hunter!

Ruth didn’t seem completely at home in the Union Bar. Taking a snap, management decision, Heather muscled her way through the throng and ordered two Marston’s and two cheese and tomato.

‘They’ve run out of Coke,’ she said glibly, before Ruth could object. ‘And everybody likes cheese and tomato sarnies.’

“Lunch hour” stretched into ninety minutes and went well. “A pint or two” turned into three and a half for Ruth, four for Heather. As the beer went down Ruth became positively talkative. She was bisexual but reserved about it. She wasn’t repressing anything, but didn’t feel the need to advertise. Joining clubs and societies wasn’t her thing. Nor were gay bars or pubs full of horny students. She’d passed her time at uni discreetly. In fact, in her words, she’d been “an active undercover agent”. And, although she’d also been “a bit of a mouse” she’d had “lots and lots of indecent proposals”. She hadn’t taken them all up . . . obviously . . . but she’d accepted quite a few of the more appealing ones.

Heather had suggested lunch partly as a friend, partly out of curiosity. Ruth had, it transpired, accepted hoping it might lead to something more exciting than lunch in the refectory. Indeed she made it patently obvious that an indecent proposal from Heather would be welcomed. So what the heck! Phone numbers were exchanged and “early next week” was pencilled into the old social diary.

Lucy wasn’t involved in the afternoon’s two tutorials, so Bryn joined his regular companions. If he noticed the smell of beer or a couple of extended comfort breaks, he didn’t comment. Then the academic day was over at last. Hooray! Following the general exodus, Heather and Ruth made their way outside. This time there was no policewoman lurking nearby, ready to waylay an innocent student. Thankful for that, Heather turned to Ruth.

‘I’ve something arranged for later,’ she said, ‘but if you fancy a quick coffee at my place . . .’

‘I can’t. I’m due at the dentists’ in twenty minutes, boozy breath and all. You know what they’re like. If I blob they’ll discontinue me.’

‘”Discontinue” sounds like something out of 1984.’

‘Exactly. I bet they have blacklists and all sorts.’

Heather kissed Ruth on the cheek, stooping a little to do so, as she normally had to when she kissed a girl. Ruth responded by flinging her arms around her and trying to snog her face off.

‘Nice,’ Heather observed when they eventually parted. ‘If far from discreet.’

Ruth laughed. There were students coming and going in all directions; somebody must have recognized them. ‘I don’t care anymore,’ she said. ‘I think your lack of inhibition is catching. Or maybe it’s because I’ve finally realized it doesn’t matter. Three more months and we won’t be here. Neither will the gossips.’

Ruth set off downhill, heading for the town centre. After sneakily assessing the girl’s backside as she went, Heather started off in more or less the opposite direction, heading cross-campus and towards home. A few hundred yards later she remembered her phone was off. And she’d skipped the usual lunchtime check. All sorts of important people might be waiting to hear from her.

She found a bench under an overhanging roof, sheltered from the drizzle, and powered up. Three texts and a missed call. Hmmm. Texts from Sam, Eleanor and yesterday’s mystery number: the one she now knew belonged to Stuffypants. The missed call was from Rita. Deciding to answer the easiest first, she opened Sam’s text.


Heather shook her head, grinning widely. Sam was exceptional in two particular ways. First and foremost, he was one of the few course-mates she had shagged. And secondly, he had not had the regulation two nights, he’d had six. And he’d deserved six. Using logic she didn’t fully understand herself, Heather had ruled Sam warranted two nights per year. She’d actually told him so, back as freshers. He’d laughed and said he was delighted to be receiving positive discrimination. It was, however, hard to be sure about his reaction because he laughed and joked about simply everything. And he was naturally funny. Heather had sat next to him in a lecture nearly three years ago and he’d had her in stitches all the way through. In fact they’d come very close to getting thrown out. When the lecture finished, not wanting the laughter to end, she’d suggested a drink. Abandoning his habitual, perfect English he’d put on what he called his Ole Man River voice. “Is you sayin’ that out of pity for dis poor black boy?” “Not me,” trabzon escort she’d replied. “Pity is the last thing on my mind.”

They’d slept together that night. And again, a couple of nights later. Then Heather had found herself in a quandary. Mary Rose had more sayings than Mark Twain. One of her favourites was, unsurprisingly, about sex: It’s the most fun you can have without laughing. Sam was the exception that disproved that rule. In his case sex very much did include laughing. Take their very first time, for instance. They were in that heady race to orgasm, her ready already and desperately hanging on, him supposedly desperate to finish for her. And he’d been laughing his head off. So, soon, was she. God knew why, but it was just impossible not to join in. Lying under him, stroking his smooth ebony skin, she’d had tears of mirth running down her cheeks. Then he’d said, “I’m a-cumming,” and they’d both cracked up.

A woman loves a man who can make her laugh. That wasn’t one of Mare’s, but it was true. True in Heather’s case, anyhow. Two nights with Sam and she’d been worried about falling for him. Meaning properly, properly falling for him. Allowing themselves two nights per year had seemed to be a reasonable compromise . . .

Until now, with all six options used up and time running out on them.

Once more would make it seven, she thought. What if seven nights with Sam works like waves, too?

Discounting the very real risk of laughing herself to death, Heather replied.



He replied almost instantly.


Mentally updating her diary, Heather opened Eleanor’s text. And gasped.


Bloody hell! How does she know!

That sort of message couldn’t be answered in writing. Heather dialled and spoke direct.

‘How do you know?’

‘Why hello, Heather. How nice to hear from you.’

‘Where are you? Can you speak?’

‘I’m in the same hospital waiting room, re-reading the same tatty magazines. And yes, I can speak.’

‘You don’t have to stay there all day long, do you?’ Heather was momentarily side-tracked. ‘Is Carrie all right?’

‘Don’t worry, her recovery is continuing.’

‘Get yourself out of there, then. Go shopping.’

‘From what I’ve seen the shops are a bit . . .’

‘There are trains to Manchester. Chester’s worth trying too, although it’s farther away. And what do you mean, “Mario’s huge”?’

Eleanor actually giggled. ‘I got there quite late last night. I didn’t realize Monday was early closing. I wouldn’t have stayed, but Mario insisted.’

‘I bet he did.’

‘Well, by the time I’d finished everyone else had gone . . .’

‘Including the sexy waitresses?’

‘Why ask?’

‘Because two of them are Mario’s daughters.’

‘Oh!’ Eleanor sounded taken aback. ‘He told me there wasn’t a Mrs Mario.’

‘She died ages ago. But there’s a lesson for you there. Don’t trust strangers just because they whisper sweet Italian nothings in your ear.’

There was a silence.

‘Well?’ Heather prompted.

‘Well everyone had gone. Waitresses, chefs, bottle-washers . . . everyone apart from Mario and myself.’


‘He invited me to have another drink, in his backroom . . .’


‘I don’t care what you think. I haven’t had a man since Guy passed away. So what if I did make Mario go twice?’

Heather was getting into kettle and pot territory. She abruptly changed tack. ‘I jolly well hope you did make him go twice. And I don’t think anything negative. Go for it, sister!’ Then, slightly cautiously: ‘Do you still respect each other?’

‘He drove me to my hotel, right onto the forecourt. Kissed my hand on parting. Yes, I believe we do.’

‘Can we still safely go there tonight? You won’t get terribly embarrassed or anything?’ Then, suddenly alarmed: ‘What did you use for contraception?’

‘Thank you for thinking I’m still capable.’

‘Are you?’

‘Yes, although I doubt I’m particularly fertile anymore. I bought myself the morning-after pill earlier, if you must know. Washed it down with NHS tea.’ Eleanor giggled again. ‘Isn’t that a wonderful invention? I know a few girls who could have used it in my university days.’

‘NHS tea?’

‘No, silly. You know exactly what I mean.’

‘What about embarrassment?’ Heather repeated.

‘I’m a grown woman, the mother of twins. I don’t do embarrassment.’ Hesitation. ‘And I booked us a table for eight o’clock, so we have to go, don’t we? Perhaps . . .’

‘Perhaps what?’

‘Perhaps we could meet up outside.’

Heather laughed and promised to be there by five to eight. Before moving on to Rita’s missed call she spared Mario’s backroom a thought. She’d been there herself, more than once. More than twice, too, because quickies on desks and against walls didn’t count as whole nights.

‘Hello Rita, how’s tricks?’

‘Alex is doing my head in.’

‘Tell me something new.’

‘No, really, Hev. The nurses are trying to get Carrie onto regular visiting hours, like everyone else. He insists on sitting with her day and night. And quite honestly, it’s getting creepy as well as annoying. I dropped by this morning and he was half lying on the bed, asleep and holding her hand. Any closer and he’d have been in there with her.’

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This is a slow building romance story. There is no sex in the first few chapters, so feel free to move on if you are looking for something different. I promise, you won’t hurt my feelings.

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~~ Arlington, Virginia ~~


“I still can’t believe you talked them into letting me come, this is going to be so much fun!” I said to Sara. I was having a hard time not skipping with excitement as we came up out of the Metro.

Sara Johns had been my best friend since we had been randomly assigned to be dorm-mates our freshmen year at George Mason. After graduation we’d both found jobs in the Washington D.C. area. Sara was living in Northern Virginia, while I had a tiny condo in the Adams Morgan neighborhood in D.C.

“It wasn’t hard. Steve’s actually pretty excited about it,” she said. “You’ve been coming to the shows for a while and I think everybody will be happy to have an extra pair of hands to help out. Plus, you did the new website for him. He’s happy people can actually, you know, buy stuff from it now.”

I gave a scornful sniff. “Whoever did the first version had no idea what they were doing.”

She looked over at me. “That was Steve.”

“Oh, well, I won’t give my opinion on the quality of the previous code to Steve then.”

“Good idea!” she laughed.

The Rotors were a local cover band that had been playing around Northern Virginia a couple of times a month for almost a decade. I’d started going to shows when Sara and Steve Collins, their band’s lead singer-slash-guitar player, had started dating a year ago. Everyone in the band had day jobs but they played for fun and some extra cash. Each summer, the members would take two weeks off and go on a tour together down the east coast, booking as many shows as possible in beach communities from New Jersey to the Outer Banks.

The first Rotors show I attended, I went to provide moral support for Sara who had just started dating Steve, but I had quickly become a regular. The Rotors’ playlists were totally my jam, mostly 90’s, and aughts music, with a little 80’s thrown in. Pop and alt-rock songs that were made for jumping up and down, dancing and working off the stress of the work week.

I was going to tag along with them on their beach tour this summer, helping Sara run their merchandise booth during the shows. I was looking forward to actually having some time to get to know the band members away from the stage. Tonight, was the traditional summer tour kick-off show in the bar they called their home base.

“Not that I don’t appreciate getting a free trip out of this, but I really hope we’re not stuck at the merch table all show, every show. I’m looking forward to dancing on the beach. That and I definitely plan on picking up a someone or two,” I said.

“First of all, I don’t think we’ll be stuck at the table all or even most of the time,” Sara said. “They have enough regular fans on the beach tour to get some volunteers in each town. We’re just there to keep an eye on the volunteers to make sure they don’t dance away from the table and leave the cash box sitting alone.”

“Den mother to the flaky band groupies, check.”

Sara stopped walking for a moment and I paused with her. “But, Jill, I don’t think you should go hog wild on this trip,” she continued, “I know you keep saying you’re ‘over’ Laura, but she really did a number on you. And you’re not a one-night-stand kind of girl.”

I started walking again. Laura, my most recent flame had left me for an ex-girlfriend of hers four months ago. She had announced the change in our relationship status to me when we were out at our local lesbian bar with a group of friends.

Sara had been there for the emotional wreckage the next few months. I had withdrawn from our friends and holed up in my condo. Since I worked almost entirely remotely doing web site design, this had meant more isolation that had been healthy for me. I had gotten on a first name basis with all the Door Dash delivery people in my neighborhood. I felt I was ready to be over it, though. I was definitely done being anti-social.

“Thanks Sara. It means a lot to me know you’re thinking about me like that, but I’m ready to move on. I am not looking for a relationship right now after that last mess, so maybe I’ll just be a one-night-stand-kind of girl for a couple of weeks…well, maybe not an all-night-stand, but I sure as hell plan to find someone for snogging. Maybe I’ll go with a Rory this time instead of a Rose.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, you aren’t British, you dork! türkçe altyazılı porno I don’t care how many Doctor Who seasons you’ve binged.” Sara grinned at me. “You know, whenever I’m single I am jealous of how you can jump back and forth between men and women. Doubles your dating pool.”

I laughed. Sara was the first person I came out as bisexual to in college, and it had been such a nothing-burger for her it had made me think I should have come out years sooner. She was also there for me after I had told my parents later that year and introduced one of my first girlfriends to them. That had not been a nothing-burger. It had been the biggest-burger.

We turned the corner to find a line of a couple of hundred people waiting to get into the bar. “Wow!” I said, “What’s going on? How are we going to get in?”

Sara grabbed my hand in excitement “Oh, I didn’t tell you! Joe in town and is going on the beach tour! Word got out and every local fan is going to be here for the kick off show! Don’t worry, Steve put us on the list, so we should be able to get in the side door.” She pulled me past the line and the main entrance towards a side door where security let us in. Dating one of the band members has its benefits it seemed.

“Who’s Joe?” I yelled over the noise of the crowd.

“Joe was their lead guitarist when they started the band back in college,” she yelled back. “We’re really in for a treat. I’ve only seen Joe play once, but their energy level is through the roof when he’s playing! We’re going to dance our asses off tonight!”

I looked down at my sandals and said “Good thing I didn’t wear heels then,” I joked. I rarely wore heels, I was too tall already. I was wearing one of my favorite dancing outfits, a simple yellow sleeveless dress that had just enough swirl to show a little thigh when I danced and flat, black leather sandals strapped around my ankles. I was not the best dancer. I mainly just enjoyed jumping up and down and singing along with the band, but it was definitely a more fun workout than my usual swimming laps.

We got through the bar into the outdoor concert space. Red and yellow lights lit up the stage, illuminating Larry’s drum kit and the two mic stands for Steve and Suzanne. The Rotor’s logo was painted on the bass drum skin, a red three bladed propeller with black motion lines forming a circle around it. There was a new spot with an empty guitar stand and a bunch of effects pedals laid out off to the right side of the stage, but no microphone.

We’d made it inside just in time. The band was climbing the steps up onto the stage and I groaned. It was going to be a pain to make our way up near the front through this crowd. Steve and Suzanne stepped up to their microphones, Steve with his black Les Paul at the ready, Suzanne behind him with her red sunburst Fender bass, while Larry jumped behind his drum kit. Another shorter guitarist, Joe I presumed, had walked out behind Steve with a black Fender Telecaster slung over his shoulder.

“Evening, Arlington!” Steve yelled into his microphone, “Ready for Friday night?” he asked to a cheering crowd. “Alright, let’s go!” He turned and nodded to Larry, who started pounding out an intro on his drums, then Joe launched into the opening licks of Santana’s Smooth and the crowd reacted, cheering and dancing, while Sara and I continued to work our way through the crowd towards the stage.

“Man, it’s a hot one, like seven inches from the mid-day sun,” Steve sang into the mic.

“Whoa!” I yelled. Jill grinned at me.

“I told you!” she stopped to yell in my ear, and then kept moving through the crowd towards the stage. The Rotors were a great cover band, and Steve was a great singer and really good rhythm guitarist, but he rarely attempted serious solos. I had never heard them do a Santana song. Probably because Steve wouldn’t do a song if he couldn’t do it justice, and Santana was all about the guitar. Joe was doing just fine though. No one would mistake Joe for Carlos, but he had his own spin on the licks, weaving them around Steve and Suzanne’s vocals.

You got the kind of lovin’ that can be so smooth,

Give me your heart; make it real or else forget about it!

Joe jumped into another solo. And then, as we moved around a cluster of taller guys who had been shielding my view of the stage I noticed something else. I had been mishearing Jill over the crowd. She hadn’t been saying “Joe” and “he.” It was “Jo” and “she.”

“Whoa,” I breathed again. She was maybe a little under five and a half feet tall, wearing jeans faded almost to white with a hole over the right knee and had on a pair of pink Chuck Taylor high tops, one of which was at the ready on her effects pedals. She had on a dark, tight sleeveless t-shirt and a plain white baseball cap pulled down over her eyes with the Rotor’s logo about the size of a silver dollar on the upper left corner of it. I had the same hat. In fact, it was in my bag back at Sara and Steve’s house.

The xnxx stage lights threw shadows from the bill of her cap over her eyes, but I already felt drawn to this woman. She was a maybe a year or two older than me, thirty or so I guessed. She was built solidly, like a competitive swimmer or a cross-fit junkie. Her bare arms were muscled and she had broad shoulders and her hair was cut short on the sides and back. With the hat on, she could have a crew cut for all I could tell.

She was totally into the music, body moving with the beat, feet and fingers working in coordination on her pedals and the neck of her guitar. Unlike the rest of the band, she rarely seemed to look out at the audience, focusing instead on her instrument hanging around her on a simple black leather strap.

She occasionally looked over at Steve and Suzanne or back at Larry to pick up or give the non-verbal cues that only musicians totally familiar with each other seem to send and receive. She leaned back for emphasis during one big guitar riff, and that’s when I finally noticed her t-shirt. The design was unmistakable. Dark red on the top half, dark blue on the bottom, with double gold stripes separating the two halves and meeting at a gold eight-pointed star in the middle of her chest.

Holy… she’s got a body like that, she plays guitar like this and wearing a Captain Marvel shirt. A nerd wrapped up in that package? I thought to myself. It got even better from there. After the last riff to wrap up Smooth, Jo’s pick hand fell away from her guitar and I saw a PRIDE flag sticker on her Telecaster that had been hidden under her forearm while she had been playing and I literally gasped. I was going to be in close proximity to her for the next two weeks. I took a deep breath. I needed to get a hold of myself, I could not be the newbie tag-along, drooling over this woman who has a history going back maybe 10 years or more with the rest of the band. It seemed like that would be just the shittiest thing I could do with this group I wanted to make my friends.

Jo looked over and yelled something over the applause from the crowd to Larry, who nodded, then started a new riff on his drums. Jo jumped in on Larry’s beat with the opening chords for the Spin Doctor’s Two Princes.

I leaned over and spoke into Sara’s ear “What’s the deal? Jo calls the shots when she’s here?”

She was grinning and shaking her whole body. “That’s how it is when she plays with them,” she yelled back, “she won’t let them write out a set list ahead of the show. She just reads the crowd’s mood, calls out the next song and they have to be ready to jump in! If a song starts off with guitar sometimes she doesn’t even give them a head’s up, she just starts playing. Steve says it’s the reason they have so much more energy when she’s on stage, she keeps them on their toes. They have a couple hundred songs they can all play together.”

As the band rolled into song after song, I found myself bouncing back and forth in front of Jo, mirroring her movements as she swayed with the rhythm. I noticed that while she didn’t have a mic in front of her, I could see her mouthing the words of every song to herself as she played.

Towards the end of their first set she called out to Larry and Suzanne and they went into I’m Only Happy When It Rains, by Garbage. Suzanna took over the vocals from Steve, her long brown braid swinging back and forth behind her back as she thumped her bass, her voice doing a credible take on Shirley Manson. Watching Jo hammer away at the chords while singing the words to herself, I saw what I thought might be a shadow of pain on her face. Like maybe the words were hitting close to home for her.

You know I love it when the news is bad.

Why it feels so good to feel so sad?

I’m only happy when it rains.

Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me…

I frowned and slowed down. They’d be taking a break soon. I leaned over to Sara and yelled, “Do you know what Jo likes to drink? She looks like she could use something cold!” It was a hot evening and everyone was sweating, but Jo’s arms and face were gleaming with perspiration in the stage lights.

Sara looked at me. “Corona with two limes is her go-to when she’s playing. You’re not getting any ideas are you J?”

“No! No, I’m just thirsty myself, and she’s the only one I don’t know. I want to make a good impression before we’re on the bus for two weeks.”

Sara eyed me a moment longer than nodded. “Why don’t you get a bucket? You’ll make everyone happy with that. Bring them to the side stage at the break and we’ll get you introduced.”

“Okay!” I hurried off to the bar. I managed to beat the rush and made my way back to the stage with a bucket of Corona bottles, limes sticking out of the necks plus a plastic cup full of extra lime slices sitting in the ice. Steve was crooning Mr. Jones by Counting Crows as I made my way back through the crowd.

I met Sara at the side of the stage just as Steve porno izle announced they’d be taking a twenty-minute break. The house system started playing background music as the band filed off to the left and the crowd started moving towards the two bars on either side in the back of the outdoor space. I set the bucket down on the corner of the stage.

“You guys! Great set, my feet are going to be sore tomorrow!” I high-fived Suzanne as she came down the stairs. Suzanne was about my height and curvy with dark skin. She’d been Suzanne Alvarez until she and Larry had finally concluded an epic, years-long dance of on-again-off-again and had married recently.

Steve fist-bumped me and then leaned over to kiss Sara “Hey babe! You ready to hit the road?” Steve was an inch less than six feet and tanned, with sun bleached blonde hair.

“Totally,” Sara said, “Both our bags are packed and ready to go at our place. Jill brought her bag over before we headed to the Metro. I figure everyone will want to shower after the show.”

Larry jumped down from the stage, skipping the steps altogether, landed cat-like next to me and playfully bopped the top of my head with his fist. Larry Lawrence was black, and towered over everyone else. He was at least 6’4″, skinny as all get-out, with a shaved head. The first time we’d been introduced, I’d gaped at him and said “Larry Lawrence? Really, your real name is Lawrence Lawrence?” to which he answered with great humor and fake solemn dignity, “My parents are big believers in character building.”

“S’up Jill?” he asked. “You ready to carry all my drums for me?”

“Only the little ones,” I replied with a laugh.

Jo came down the steps. Steve turned and fist-bumped her, then turned to me “Jill, this is my sister Jo Collins. I know you guys haven’t met. Jo, this is Jill Doran. She’s going to be helping Sara as our merch monkeys and assistant roadies on the trip.”

The family resemblance was obvious. They both had the same eyes, tanned skin, rounded faces and the same crooked grins. There was no better way to describe her except ‘apple cheeked’. She was irresistibly cute just like her brother. I was easily four or five inches taller than she was. Jo looked me up at me then held out her hand “Nice to meet you Doran. Cool hair.” I blushed as we shook hands.

“Jill is famous for having the craziest hair in any crowd,” Sara laughed. My straight hair was down to about the middle of my back and was currently a shocking electric blue, fading the last six inches into platinum blonde at the tips.

“Thanks. My sister is a wizard stylist with dye jobs and does it for me. I got it done fresh this week for the trip,” I said.

“With that hair you should be up on stage, you look like a rock star,” Jo said.

I was glad we were in the shadows off the wings of the stage, since I was sure my face was now bright red. Since I was wearing just a simple dress and sandals, I guessed I really owed my sister for the assist.

“Um, thanks,” I said, “Here, you look like you could use this.” I handed her a bottle from the bucket of beers. She nodded her thanks, grabbed an extra lime, pushed it down into the neck then pressed her thumb over the opening and turned the bottle upside down, floating the limes up into her beer. “Nice trick,” I said as she grinned. She had deep dimples when she smiled. Wow. She turned the bottle back over and with a well-practiced move, slowly let the gas escape from the neck with her thumb so she didn’t get sprayed with foam.

Steve kissed Sara again then said, “I’m going to go pow-wow with Jack about the lights. Back in a minute.” Jack Vance was the Rotor’s sound and light guy and only regular roadie. Sara grabbed Steve’s hand and followed him towards the back of the crowd. Suzanne and Larry excused themselves and went backstage. They had been married for a little over four months and still snuck off to make out when the opportunity presented itself. It was cute. Sara had been Steve’s plus-one to the wedding and I had been pretty jealous of her for that. I had heard it had been quite the party.

“I like your shirt,” I said to Jo, pointing at the star on her chest. “Wonder Woman?”

She had opened her mouth to respond, then froze in place at my last remark, a pained expression on her face as her eyes focused somewhere a couple hundred feet in the distance.

“I’m just messing with you,” I grinned. “Diana Prince would frown very severely at me for that joke. Carol Corps for life.”

She snapped her mouth shut into her lopsided grin and her eyes tracked back to my face re-evaluating me. “Oh, I think you and I are going to have fun on this trip.”

I laughed. “I hope so! Too bad we’re headed out after the show tonight, I could have gotten my sister to give you the rock star treatment too.” I flicked a lock of my hair off my shoulder.

She pulled her hat off and the top part of her head was covered with a mop of delicious, blonde hair that would probably have fallen over one side of her face if it hadn’t been plastered with sweat. She ran her hand through it and slicked it back smooth. “Thanks. I’ve wanted to do a Megan Rapinoe since the world cup, but I only have three weeks until I go back to work. Not long enough to grow it out and I don’t want to dye it twice.”

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Giving Myself to Alison

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I saw Alison for the first time in a little shop around the coastline from where I live. As you can see from my bio’, I’m a teenaged girl, or woman, according to your views on the matter. I’m also trying to sort out my sexual identity and as you will see from this story I’m reaching the conclusion that while I like, and might one day enjoy men, especially those who know what a woman needs, I tend towards women and in particular those a little older than me. This is the story of my road to that realisation.

I was in a souvenir shop and I saw a woman. She was tall and dark haired with a lovely figure. I’d never really looked at a woman from that perspective before. I’ve been sexually active or semi active for a while. I’d seen lots of girls in my school’s changing rooms and been to bed with one boy which was not deeply moving – in fact he came before he penetrated me so despite my open pussy lips having felt a cock I was technically and as it turned out physically a virgin.

I’d tell you about that in another story but there’s not much to say beyond that. I’d never thought anything was wrong. My girlfriends had told me that when I first had sex with a boy not to expect anything much. Just a funny maybe pleasant or unpleasant ‘full’ sensation at best and pain at worst. Well I just felt wet and unsatisfied. Despite his best efforts he couldn’t make me come. He licked and sucked all my most intimate areas for an eternity and tried very hard to please me, but nothing happened beyond discomfort. It wasn’t that I didn’t like boys. I’d often successfully masturbated to images both real and imagined of their hard bodies and the intimacies I’d hoped to share. I was shy about my legs being open and him looking and in the end he came the minute his cock touched me so that was it in a quick paragraph.

Why Alison? I haven’t the slightest idea, but something deep inside me awoke when I saw her. She was beautiful, that was beyond debate – she still is and we still share a bed, but, again, more of that later. She was there in the shop squatting down looking at something and I could see her panties clearly. I don’t know why I stared. She caught me looking and turned her head smiling but making no effort to conceal her errant undergarment. I don’t even think her undies were very sexy in and of themselves. They were full briefs, mauve in colour and may have been cotton or nylon. Just common or garden panties. They just looked inexplicably sexy on her and I was seriously sprung staring. Her little boy and her mother were with her. The smile she flashed me lit up her handsome face. I’d have guessed her age at about 30. In reality she was nearly twice my age at 35. When she stood she was nearly six feet tall and I would describe her figure as willowy. Motherhood had softened what might have been a very angular figure. She was confident enough to wear jeans that sat on her hips and showed her knickers at the front even when she stood. The little gap between the top of her panties and her slightly diaphanous top showed a white patch of skin about an inch or two wide and again not the skin of a teen like me but a slender milky white midriff softened by experience. She caught me staring again and I blushed.

The next act, I knew, was deliberate. She brushed past me with a simple “Excuse me” and smile as her body briefly touched mine and turning her back again squatted in front of me to look at some nic-nac. There could be no doubt the third time she caught me staring down her pants. She just smiled and got up to leave the shop with her mother and son. As I exited the shop in something of a lather. She smiled at me again as she climbed into her car.

Mapua is a small seaside village and if she lived locally I hoped I might see her again. It took a couple of weeks but I spotted her one evening going into dinner at the wharf restaurant with a tall man whom I took to be her husband or boyfriend. Maybe I’d been indulging in some wishful thinking and got the wrong idea. I knew lesbians who had children and had assumed…Then she saw me watching her and smiled.

I went back home, poured a bath and lay back to made love to myself as if it were her. I touched myself everywhere I hoped she would. My nipples had been aching by the time I got home and by the time I began to rub myself between my legs my breasts throbbed. My orgasm sent water out of the bath and all over the floor and I screamed out.

My mother knocked on the door to ask if I was alright. How embarrassing!

I stammered a “Yes”.

When I was back on earth I got out an just put on a robe. My mother gave me a knowing little smile and said how much she enjoyed baths as well but that I should probably make sure my dad or sister weren’t home next time I decided to ‘take care’ of myself so loudly. She saw me blush beetroot red and told me not to be embarrassed about it, everybody did it but Rachel my sister wasn’t so noisey. How the hell did she know?!

“Everybody did it” – Sure they did they just didn’t make so much noise their mother heard.

I hd porno shouldn’t have worried. My mother is very cool – she had me young and is much like a friend. She is someone I could tell about my sexual confusion so I did. She’d guessed I’d been to bed with a boy but was a bit shocked that I’d not enjoyed or really even consummated the sex at all. So we got talking, I poured my heart out and I told her about the woman. She took it well and said it might be something major or just a crush. Then she told me that she had had similar feelings about some women and that the only way to be sure was to try if that’s what my body told me. She looked me straight in the eye as she told me this. As I said, not your average mother. All in all she was pretty cool and gave me a kiss and a hug and told me to get to bed and take care of any itches a bit more quietly next time.

Even if I went to bed a bit frustrated I was happy I’d told someone.

The problem still remained about how to meet the woman who was increasingly filling my waking thoughts and what about the man? Who was he and was I just making a fool of myself? Why did she let me look at her and why did she smile so sweetly at me. Perhaps she just liked to show off, but then surely she would wear something more revealing than simple briefs. More masturbation and a restless night followed.

Next morning my mother spoke to me again about my feelings. She told me quite plainly that if it turned out that girls were my thing I could bring them home just as my sister brought boys home to her bed and there would be no problems. In answer to my unspoken question she told me my Dad was fine about it. She saw my blush and explained that she and he had no secrets, she may have omitted my loud masturbation the previous afternoon but she had told him that his little girl might be into girls and he’d been of the same mind as her. Well at least I was lucky at home. Could I be lucky elsewhere was the question.

I thought it was about a week later when I saw the object of my desire in the distance near the local school and began to walk towards her. Sadly for me she collected her child and drove off without my getting near her. The next time I was near her was a chance encounter at the local Guy Fawlkes evening on the beach. The whole community turned out and I had one of my little boy cousins on my shoulders watching the fireworks and the bonfire.

Suddenly I heard a voice beside me

I turned as I could not look around and there she was. My stomach did a flip flop and all I could do was open and close my mouth without sound.

Her little boy was with her and so when I recovered the power of speech our conversation went like this.

“It’s alright to look as much as you want. I don’t mind in fact I like it. Would you like to meet for coffee tomorrow?”

I stammered a “Yes” and so we were to meet the next morning for coffee.

“My name is Alison.”

“I’m Amanda”

“I look forward to seeing you Amanda.” She smiled and walked off.

Back home I went in a lather of excitement. Because November is warm here so I’d not worn panties so the tops of my thighs had become a little slick. I needed a shower.

After my shower I went back to my room and disrobing, clambered into bed. As I adjusted my pillow something hit my hand. A small cylindrical object with a little bow and a card.

“Christ, Mother!”

She’d bought me a little pocket rocket to help me play with myself and it was small and thin enough fit just inside me without breaking my hymen. It was no bigger than a large lipstick container and as I parted my legs and ran it’s buzzing surface along my slender pink inner lips up to my clit things went all melty inside me. I had to put the pillow over my face to muffle the noises I made.

The next morning once Dad and my sister had gone. I went and thanked her blushing again.

How would things go with Alison was my next uncertainty. What was she? Would I be played simply for her pleasure.

I wandered along to the coffee shop and there she was. She got up took one of my hands and kissed me on the cheek.

She told me how glad she was I’d joined her. There was a lot of small talk and then in the midst of an innocuous exchange there was a silence during which she looked at me.

“I liked you looking at me. Did you enjoy it?”

I didn’t know where to look or what to say. I blushed and looked down.

“Yes but I’m not sure about anything.”

“That’s fine. I don’t want to push.”

“What about the man- your husband?”

“He’s fine about my ways. I love him so much that nothing would ever come between us. Anything I do he knows about. So consider that, Amanda, before you do anything beyond having coffee with me.”

I was flustered. So I asked for a few more details about the relationship. Alison was deeply in love with her husband and just had needs he couldn’t fulfil.

She was into girls especially younger ones about my age and sometimes if sex izle they were agreeable she would share them with her husband, but usually not.

We sipped our coffees and there was an uncomfortable silence.

Alison broke it saying that her mother was babysitting for her today and that if I liked we could wander down to her house and relax out of the public eye

We walked down the road together and upon reaching Alison’s house she took my hand and we walked down the secluded path to her front door.

“I prefer not to advertise to openly in a small community.” She said with a smile as she squeezed my hand.

Entering the house which had a great view out over the beach and coastline she showed me around and we ended up on the deck outside looking at the deserted beach and sitting side by side on a big sofa that had obviously been put out there that morning. Again Alison broke a silence to ask what I would like to do with the day. I lost my nerve completely and just shook my head saying I didn’t know.

“Well Amanda I’m going to go and get some wine and we can have a few drinks for lunch and see what happens.”

She kissed me on the cheek and got up to go and get a bottle or as it turned out two. When she came back she had disposed of her hipster jeans and was just wearing a tight fitting black cotton singlet and a pair of matching black cotton panties. It was my first chance to look at her legs and how long and beautiful they were. These panties were different from the pair that had caught my attention. They were not a g-string but quite small, just a piece of material front and back joined by a black string. They looked fabulous against her white skin. I could see about four inches of her stomach and her nipples poked through the front of her top. Looking down between her slightly parted legs I could see the swell of her pussy.

With her legs drawn up slightly the panties did not quite cover the outside of her lips. I couldn’t see any hair and as she raised her arm to run her fingers through her hair I could see that under her arms there was no evidence of shaving. She saw me look and simply said

“I had my armpits zapped and few other areas too!”

There was a pause.

“Do you like my undies?”.

There was a further silence as I nodded.

“I changed just for you to enjoy my body. It turns me on to have you look at me so have a drink and look as closely as you want. Don’t forget to touch if you’d like.”

We were now sitting facing each other with our legs drawn up. Given I had worn a skirt my lacey panties were on display. I felt warm and horny and nervous all at once.

Alison looked down between my legs.

“I like your panties. What do you do about your hair?”

I just blushed.

It was obvious, given that the front pannel of the panties was transparent, that I had a good patch of hair. I’d never had to shave for a bikini but I did trim with a scissors especially in summer, just to keep cool really. Alison set her drink down and reached under herself. Lifting her hips she pulled her panties down.

“I used to have quite a lot of hair that went right back to ‘you know where’ but a girlfriend of mine gave me a trim one day and I was hooked on not having anything on my lips or back there and I’ve had no complaints.”

She sat across from me her knees apart and sipped her wine. “Would you like to see my breasts?”


“Then you’ll have to come over here and take my top off.”

Nervously and none too gracefully I got up and knelt into her. It was not an easy position and I lost my balance and wound up against her, my cheek on her shoulder. She cradled me and kissed me lightly.

“Here Sweetie.” She cooed and lowered one of the little straps holding her top up. Her left breast was right in front of my face. She had dark nipples with thick eraserlike nipples probably as a result of nursing.

“They grew when I was breast feeding and now I love to have them sucked.” She said cupping her breast and offering me a nipple.

I took it and closed my eyes as I closed my lips around it. As if second nature I suckled on Alison as she held me. She sipped her wine and kissed me stroking my head and torso as she ‘nursed’ me. I don’t know when I first noticed but a steady rhythm disturbed me and I opened my eyes to find Alison stroking herself her eyes closed and her head back. I continued my suckling. My insides were churning with excitement and I knew that I was damp. I closed my eyes again and stayed at Alison’s breast. She began to breathe deeply and after a frantic rubbing between her legs gave a gasp and stiffened with a little sigh. I felt my own slight contraction. It wasn’t really an orgasm, more like an involuntary twitch inside me. The result was I bit Alison’s nipple softly. Her legs shot out straight and she had a second more powerful orgasm. She lifted my face to hers and kissed me deeply. I could smell something akin to my scent when I made love to myself. As our mouths altyazılı porn and tongues sought each other I felt a finger slip into my mouth. Both our tongues licked and sucked it, my first taste of a woman.

We cleaned Alison’s juices from her finger. She tasted like nothing else. It was subtle and thick and I wanted to taste more. We kissed and hugged for ages maybe an hour without saying anything. The sun was high in the sky and it was warm. Stretching Alison asked if she could ‘see’ me.

I sat up and pulled off my top. I had not bothered with a bra. My breasts are not huge and are very firm so I can get away without wearing one. We had been together for nearly two hours and my breasts ached. My nipples stood out like little pink diamonds and there was no doubt that the gusset of my panties was very moist. Alison asked me to get up and lie forward onto the sofa on my knees. I still had my skirt and panties on and made to take them off but she stopped me. She handed me her panties and I put them to my nose. Then she pushed me forward and told me to close my eyes. So I was on my knees with my short skirt riding up as I knelt forward and my face buried in Alisons slightly damp and scented cotton panties.

Hands rubbed my bare back followed by a trail of kisses. Next a hand went between my knees and I knew to spread my legs. The hand was gone to be replaced by lips on my ankle. Kisses made their way up my calf to the back of my knee. Then the same happened on the other leg but this time the kisses went up the back of my thigh to the egde of my panties. I was breathing deeeply but still steadily. My pussy felt so tight and my clit begged for a touch – even mine. Alison went back to my other knee and kissed up the back of my thigh. My skirt was thrown up over my back. Her tongue then outlined my panties and pushed them up between my cheeks. I panicked as the tongue ran up the crease of my cheeks. I clenched.

“It’s okay Baby. You’re lovely and clean just enjoy what I’m doing, let yourself go.”

There was a tug on the material of my panties and a cutting sound. She had used a knife or scissors or something to cut the material that was my last vestage of modesty. Both of my most secret places were visible as she made gentle soft oral love to me.

“Open wide.” she whispered and as I did she spread my cheeks and my anus felt her tongue.

I cried out as the orgasm hit me. I went rigid and clamped on Alison’s face. Alison’s panties were wetted further with my tears and much as it embarrasses me some dribble from my mouth as I lost control. I managed not to let my bladder go but after coffee and wine and two or more hours of making love I needed to go.

I was unsteady on my feet as Alison took me by the hand to her bathroom. We both went and then used her bidet to wash ourselves. I kissed her and tasted myself on her face.

I told her about my embarrassment at her touching or even seeing my open rear. She reassured me that I was clean as a whistle and how she had enjoyed taking my anal virginity. She said I had one or two stray little hairs she’d take care of one day. I blushed at the mention of this and my virginity. I told her that I still had my hymen and now that I was with a woman would probably be keeping it. She giggled and shook her head.

“Not necessarily Baby. I can take your cherry if you like. I’ve got a toy I like to wear if you’re game, but it’s getting on and I must collect my son. If you want to come back tomorrow we can make love tummy to tummy or if you want to save it for a man, I’ll understand if you want to.”

I just blurted out that I wanted her to take me. We kissed and cuddled and tried to get dressed but it took an eternity. I elected to go home without any panties, Alison offered me a pair but I declined.

I got home at 3pm and my mother took one look at me and knew.

“Are you alright?” She asked.

“Yes fine. Just going to take a bath”. I smiled.

She smiled back.

I slept badly that night. I was nervous and excited that after my one abortive attempt I would be a virgin no more by sundown tomorrow.

By morning I was an emotional mess. I was due at Alison’s at 9 and the minutes dragged. Finally at about 8:30 I set off down the road. I wore white cotton panties that day as some sort of symbol I suppose. We didn’t have an easy time of it as it turned out.

I went up to her door and knocked. I nearly fled I was so nervous but the door opened and there she stood in just a cotton t-shirt and jeans her panties just visible above her hipsters. She held her arms out to me and I melted into them. We kissed and she took my hand leading me to her bedroom. On her bed on my back my legs apart she made oral love to me until I screamed. She asked me if I really wanted my maidenhead gone and I nodded.

I saw the soft leather harness and the ‘cock’ she intended to use on me sitting on her bedside table. They sat there as we had made soft wet love for about two hours. I lay back recovering from my final orgasm. Alison fitted herself into the harness and climbed up on top of me. We kissed for ages as she pressed gently against my entrance. I felt a bit full and stretched even as she cuddled me with just the head of it inside me.

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GTO – Niece

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All characters are over 18 years old.

Any similarity between the characters in this story to real persons, either alive or dead, is purely coincidental. THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION PEOPLE!!

This story takes place Later in Gail’s life after GTO. I STRONGLY suggest that you read the previous stories to understand what motivates her and how she thinks. I am currently working on the next installment of GTO — The Beginning, but I have hit a minor writers block on how to proceed with the story. It will get there, but it is taking a little more time.

Comments are always welcome, but if you don’t like something, at least tell me what the problem is. Those “If it doesn’t get better, you will lose a reader!” comments don’t really help. If you don’t tell me what you don’t like, I really can’t fix it. I’m not a mind reader.


“Good afternoon. Gail O’Malley’s office. This is Kayla, may I help you?” I said answering the telephone.

“Yes.” The female voice on the other end responded. “I need to speak with Gail please.”

“I’m sorry, but Ms. O’Malley is unavailable at the moment. May I take a message, or, perhaps, someone else can assist you?”


“Hello?” I responded after a minute. “Are you still there?”

“Kayla, is it? Tell me, is there a young, blonde woman, early 20’s standing in front of you right now?”

OK, this is getting a bit creepy — especially since a woman matching that exact description just walked up to my desk.

“I assume that there is. So, you will patch me through to YOUR MISTRESS, and then send the woman into GTO’s office NOW!”

WTF???? Who is this person, and how does she know???? I’m kind of getting a little freaked out now.

“Uuuummm, ma’am, may I tell Ms. O’Malley who is on the line?”

“No, you may not.”

OK, then. It was also rather obvious that asking what this was about would only lead to further rejection. The blonde was now standing at my desk with her arms crossed looking rather smug.

“Hold please.”


‘Fuck! Why did I have to go and start my own company? I thought to myself. ‘Make that multiple companies.’ I corrected, as I was currently going through the financials for my engineering firm, my dad’s old auto shop, a VERY exclusive little club that I owned through a vague Chapter S keeping my name off the record, and a couple other smaller investments. ‘I’m a fucking ENGINEER! Not an accountant!’ Yes, I had accountants do all the heavy work on this, but I still needed to review everything.

“Ms. O’Malley, you have a phone call and a visitor to see you.” Came over the intercom.

“Kayla, dear, I thought that I was exceptionally clear earlier when I said that I was NOT to be disturbed for the rest of the afternoon.” I purred. I was in an evil mood.

“[gulp] W-w-well, th-th-th-this seems pretty important.”

Knowing Kayla and knowing that she is intimately familiar with my temper and punishments, I sighed and asked, “Fine. Who is calling, and who is waiting outside?”

“I-I-I-I don’t know ma’am.”

“I’m not laughing Kayla, and I am not in the mood for games.” I almost shouted.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but the caller refused to give me her name, but she indicated that the call involved the visitor as well. The caller seems to know you VERY well.”

Hmmmm, stressing her words like that got me intrigued. “Fine. Patch the call through and send in the guest. If this turns out to be some sort of prank, you can expect a long night in the ‘playroom’ tonight though.”

“Yes ma’am.” She responded. “After this, I will probably end up there anyway.” I heard her mumble before transferring the call.

Picking up the phone when it blinked, “Gail O’Malley.”

“Gail dear. How wonderful to hear your voice again!”


Looking up as the door opened, I saw the blonde walk into my office


“Hello Aunt Elizabeth” I said.

“Hi Aunt Gail. Surprise!” grinned the blonde.


One week earlier:

The two women sitting at the café talking over lunch were definitely attracting their share of admiring glances. The older one looked to be in her mid-50’s, but in truth was significantly older. Her gray hair, rather than look old, only enhanced her sexy mature look. She still kept in great shape, and her dress enhanced her figure while maintaining a conservative look. The younger was in her mid-40’s with flaming red hair cur just below her shoulders. She was also dressed professionally with enough sexiness to attract attention. Those that happened to catch their eyes, found themselves looking into pools of green.

Having spent much of their lunch discussing work, they moved on to discussing news on their personal lives.

“So, it’s good to hear that you aren’t running my firm into the ground, now that I retired.” The older one said. “So, anything else interesting happening, Heather?”

“You mean semi-retired, don’t you? Well Aunt Elizabeth, I did catch an interesting case yesterday. You remember that I porno indir started picking up a few pro-bono cases from the Public Defender’s office?”

“Of course. I remember suggesting it to you actually, as a way of giving back to the community. The positive reviews we got from that didn’t hurt with our standing in the community either.”

“Well, I got thrown a good one. It seems that the defendant is rather abrasive, and none of the regular defenders wanted anything to do with her, except to have her plead out for a deal. She refused, so I ended up taking it. The last public defender that was assigned to her case actually ran out of the room in tears.”

“Sounds like you two will have an interesting time. Perhaps you should sell tickets and do a pay-per-view of your consultation with her. Maybe I’ll have to stop by and watch this one. So, what’s her story?”

“Attorney — client privilege Auntie.”

“Bullshit Heather. My name is still on the letterhead, so you can still consult with me on this.”

Heather laughing, “I know, but it is still fun to twist your tail occasionally. Anyway, she is in town visiting a friend, and they end up going to the wrong club. Some bull dyke starts trying to pick her up and doesn’t know when to back off. Words were said, and then the dyke ends up in the hospital, while my client gets cuffed and stuffed.”

“Sounds kind of like it could be a self-defense argument.”

“Could be, but the club was full of the dyke’s friends, and they are sticking to their story. I should also mention that the dyke has ‘friends in higher places’ as well”

The older woman smiled a little and said, “Kind of reminds me of an incident years ago.”

“Yeah, I thought it might. Especially when you find out who my client actually is.”

That perked Elizabeth up.

“She is actually related to Cousin Gail on Gail’s dad’s side.”

Two day later at the office of Fitzgerald and Associates:

Robin was seated at the conference table. She was not in a good mood. ‘Stupid dyke! I told her I wasn’t interested. She should have just backed off.” She mumbled to herself.

“Good morning Robin.” Heather said as she walked through the door.

Robin looked up and saw an older woman follow her court appointed attorney into the conference room.

“This is Elizabeth Fitzgerald. She is the founding partner of the firm. In full disclosure that will become important in a few moments, I should also inform you that she is my aunt. I believe that she can help your case, but she wanted to talk to you for a bit before she discusses her plan.”

“Hello Robin. It’s wonderful to meet you. Will you please go over the incident in the club for me please. I read the statements, but I would like to hear it from you personally. Words on paper sometimes miss important meaning. I like to hear the story straight from the source”

“Really not much to tell. My friend and I were in the club having a couple of drinks and talking, when this butch girl comes over and starts hitting on me. I’m not interested, so I tell her so. She keeps on going on about how good a little pet I would be. I tell her that I am nobody’s pet, and I have no intention of being a pet. She puts her hand on my thigh and starts to tell me that one night with her strap-on will make me a changed woman. I knock her hand away from me and shove her back. She starts moving back towards me, and I let loose. Next thing I know, the bouncer is pulling me off of her and holding me until the cops show up.”

“I see.” Said Elizabeth. “Do you have any family around?”

“Couple aunts, uncles, and cousins in California. No one around here. Why?”

“What about your parents?”

“Mom left when I was 5, and dad died about 4 years ago.”

“Anyone that you can stay with for a couple of months?”

“Not really. I’m kind of the black sheep of the family. Most everyone else is really religious. I like to go out and have fun. I don’t think that I would get along too well staying with any of my relatives.”

“Surely there is at least one relative that you could get along with.”

“Well, I’m not really sure.”

“What about your cousin Gail O’Malley?”

Robin looked at Elizabeth in shock. “How do you know about her?”

Elizabeth smiled. “As it turns out, Gail’s mom was my sister. You are related to Gail through her father. We are related through marriage, but not blood. I know Gail very well. In fact, she spent the summer living with me when she was 18, and she has been visiting at least once a year since then.”


So, do you think that you could stay with Gail for a while?”

“Well, she seems kind of cool compared to the rest of the family, but I haven’t really talked to her in a couple of years. Pretty sure that she is just as uptight as all the others. She only comes out for weddings and funerals. I’ve seen her drink an occasional glass of wine or two, but she doesn’t go out really. She’s always so busy with her work and follows the rest of the family to church rokettube all the time. I’ve never seen her even show any interest in anyone either. I doubt that she has ever let loose and had a good time. She’s probably never even gotten laid. In fact, I’d be surprised if she even knows what sex is!”

Unfortunately, Heather was just taking a drink from her coffee at that time. It took a couple of minutes to clean the coffee up.

Boston Prosecutor’s Office:

“Prosecutor’s office. Naomi speaking.”

“Hello, my pet. How are you doing this fine morning?”


“Good morning mistress. I’m doing very well today. How may I serve you?” I responded.

I hadn’t heard from Mistress Elizabeth for a few years. Well, that isn’t exactly true. I had seen her in court a few times, but that was business. Her referring to me as ‘Pet’ indicated that this was a more ‘personal’ call.

“Well, my pet, it seems that we have been put in a bit of a predicament by the favorite niece of one of our city council members. I am sorry to do this to you dear, but I must, in this instance, mix a little of personal and business interests.”


“Well Mistress, as you are very well aware, I will do whatever I can to help you, but I can’t compromise this office — even for you. You remember the discussion we had when you came to me about running for DA? In fact, YOU were the one who insisted on that.” Oh God! My panties were soaked from hearing her voice.

Perhaps I should explain a bit. I am the DA for the City of Boston. I met Mistress Elizabeth over 25-years ago while I was in Law School. I was a submissive to one of her friends. After graduation, I became a successful lawyer, but still kept in touch. Professionally, I was a shark. After hours, I needed to let go and totally release control. Dominating the court room but submitting in the bedroom. Elizabeth came to me with the idea of running for DA. Our DA at the time was more interested in politics than justice. She was EXTREMELY clear that she expected nothing but complete professionalism from me. No favors asked, and no favors granted. She then put together a flawless campaign and used all her resources to get me elected in one of the biggest upsets this city had ever seen.

“Of course, my pet. I would never do anything to compromise you. After all, with all the work I went through to get you where you are, I would not want to throw all that away. I am just calling to see if there is a bargain that we can reach on the O’Malley case. You know as well as I do that this is a simple case of self-defense. If that bitch wasn’t related to one of our council members, it would have been thrown out days ago.”

“Not going to disagree with you on that. What do you propose?”

“Supervised release to an approved adult. She will move to another state and live with a responsible adult relative for a minimum of three months. The relative will monitor her behavior and teach her to be a responsible adult. If she has shown significant improvement, her record will be completely expunged. This little incident will just disappear.”

My inner voice was telling me that there was more going on here than what she was telling me. “Elizabeth! The mistress and pet stops now! What are you not telling me?”

“And that is why I worked so hard to get you elected Naomi. You are too smart to pull anything on. OK. You know her aunt. Although, technically, she isn’t her aunt — more like a cousin. Robin’s grandfather is my niece Gail’s father’s brother. You do remember GTO, don’t you?”

GTO???? Mistress Gail??? Ohmygod!! Did I remember her??? How could I ever forget???? My panties just became a tsunami!! “Hmmmm, Gail? You mean your niece that came to visit you for the summer about 25 years ago?” I asked casually.

“Your voice betrays you, my pet. I’m guessing that you need to clean that chair of yours now.”

SHIT!! Actually, I would probably need to throw this chair away and get a new one.

“OK. So, I’m assuming that you want to ship her off to Nevada and have Mistress Gail beat some sense into her?”

“Close, but I think beating sense into Robin would be only slightly less difficult than beating sense into Gail. I was thinking more along the lines of Gail training Robin in how to be a responsible adult.”

“OK. I think we can work out an acceptable deal. I assume that Mistress Gail Jumped at the opportunity?”


“You did discuss this with her — right?”



“Oh, don’t worry. I will explain everything. Gail will be more than happy. I will have her call you if she has any questions. Have a lovely day dear. I will have the paperwork for the deal on your desk this afternoon. Bye.”

“But, but , but…” SHIT!

Heather’s office:

Aunt Elizabeth was smirking when she hung up the phone.

“You aren’t going to tell GTO until Robin is standing right in front of her, are you?” I accused.

“Why Heather, what kind of an evil porno bitch do you take me for?” Aunt Elizabeth demanded looking very innocent.

“The most wickedly devious kind there is Auntie. The most wickedly devious kind there is.” I laughed.

Aunt Elizabeth just smiled in satisfaction.

A few day later in the Office of O’Malley and Associates:

This isn’t happening. This is just a nightmare that I am about to wake up from. This isn’t possible! NO FUCKING WAY!!

“Uuuummmm, Aunt Gail? Are you OK?”

NO!! I’M NOT FUCKING OK!! “Oh yes. I’m fine. It’s really great to see you again Robin.” BULLSHIT!! “Sorry. I’m just a little surprised is all.” UNDERSTATEMENT OF THE FUCKING CENTURY!!

“Really? Elizabeth said that she talked to you about it last week.”

THAT FUCKING BITCH!! “Oh yeah. Sorry, it must have slipped my mind. This has been a really stressful week for me. Anyway, let’s get you home and settled in.” Picking up my phone, “Kayla, I need you to take my niece to my house and get her settled into the guest room please. The first one on the right please.” My room was at the far end of the hallway. ‘Mandy’s room’ was right next to mine on the left side.

I had Robin wait outside while I took 10 minutes to give Kayla VERY clear instructions on what Robin was NOT to see at home. After Kayla left, I called Mandy and gave her a brief rundown on what was happening and explained why she needed to sleep in her own room for a while. Yeah, we were going to have a MUCH longer discussion later tonight,

Then I picked the phone up again…


I looked over at the phone when it rang. 702 area code. SHIT!!

“District Attorney’s Office. Naomi speaking.”

“Hello, my pet.” Said a voice dripping with all the sweetness of a demon from the 7th level of hell. Damn. Thank God I brought spare panties today.

“Mistress Gail? Is that you? Oh my god! It’s so great to hear from you again! Are you back in town?”

“No, my pet. As I’m sure that you are aware, I am very much NOT in town. I’m also sure that, given the circumstances, you are very happy that I am a couple thousand miles away from you right now.”


“Oh. So, I take it that your aunt didn’t give you any warning?”

“No, she didn’t. I actually found out what you two cooked up when my niece unexpectedly walked into my office about half an hour ago. So, perhaps you should explain to me exactly what the terms of this agreement are.”

“Of course, Mistress.”

I spent the next half an hour going over everything with Mistress Gail. By the end of the conversation, I had pretty much calmed her down — or so I thought.

“Very well, my pet. I will take care of everything here. Oh, by the way. I’m planning on a visit to my Aunt’s at the end of this three-month sentence. Have you ever heard that saying ‘Sex is a misdemeanor, Da more I miss, da meaner I get’? I will also be bringing Mandy. She will likely be just as frustrated as I will be. Think about us missing it for the next three months. You should plan on spending the weekend with us. You should also plan on taking the week after that off to recover.”

TRIPLE SHIT!! Damn. My panties just soaked themselves again.


OK. The rest of the afternoon was pretty much shot, so I packed up the files to take home for the weekend and headed home. Kayla was helping Robin unpack in the guest room that I wanted her in. I made sure that she was in the farthest room from my bedroom as possible. The room that we kept for Mandy (although she never used it — but apparently would for the next three months) was right next to mine.

Mandy rolled in as usual at around 6:00. I wasn’t surprised when she came in. After all, I could hear the roar from her Mustang three blocks away. I could tell that she wasn’t happy. I heard her taking her anger out on the pavement as she was gunning the engine and power shifting through the gears as she drove. Fuck!

“Backyard!” I whispered as I handed her a double bourbon when she came through the door.

“Robin, honey, you must have had a long day traveling. Why don’t you take a shower and relax before dinner? Kayla, please get something to drink and meet me on the patio. I need to go over these reports with you.” I called out while walking through the living room.

Once outside with the French doors shut, I moved so that we couldn’t be seen through the windows and pulled Mandy in for a passionate kiss. Despite her anger, (or, perhaps, because of it) she returned the kiss with ferocity. I hadn’t intended for that, and we melted into each other’s arms waging a battle for supremacy with our tongues. It turned out to be a draw, as usual, by the time we were interrupted by Kayla opening the door.

“OK,” I said as I broke away from the kiss. “Here is what is happening. Robin’s side of my family is ultra-religious and extremely conservative. They have no clue about my life here. If they did, I would be excommunicated, and I really do love my aunts, uncles, and cousins. Mandy, I really do love you, but when I come out to that side of the family, it will be on my terms. I can’t have them hearing about my girlfriend and all my submissives from someone else. They would also freak if they knew about the Dave, Danny, and the other guys that we share.”

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These guards stood before me, seriousness written across their face. I was so shocked with the news they just told me. The rage and hatred I had for Sir Socoshian subsided as I tried to make sense of this craziness.

“You’re,” I gulped, “Lutna Clan?”

“I am…” He said back, “We’re your Guard now. You’re all that is left! Sir Socoshian will not hesitate to exploit that… We’re not going to leave your side, my King…”

“KING?” I asked, staggered as the man bowed.

“I’m sir, Ruben. You can appoint me as your left hand, your commander, anything. You can ask me anything…” He said, slowly rising.

“Is,” I began, “Is my mother really dead?”

Ruben sighed, his mustache furling as he went deep into thought.

“She’s gone, my king. She did everything she could, but she’s gone.” Ruben said back.

“As king of this Ziggurat,” I continued, “Do I just step up? All responsibilities go to me?”

“In theory, yes. In actuality, it’d be difficult with how deep Sir Socoshian’s influences run. It’d be best if you leave for now…” Ruben suggested.

“And hope for the best while nothing is done? I can’t give this place up…” I said. Ruben seemed to get frustrated but hid it well. His frustration seemed to be in not being able to tell me something rather than my defiance.

“Look, if anything happens, before I let anything happen, I will take you from these lands myself. You have to understand that you must live to fight another day!” Ruben said, his accent slipping in with the passion and devotion on his tongue.

“What will happen to these lands if I go? I should fight it now!” I argued.

“These lands will still be here. What I think you fail to see my young King as that there’s nothing you can do to undo what has been done right now. If you leave and return, things won’t be worse. They’ll be more or less the same. Sir Socoshian has always been in control… That’s something you don’t see just yet.” Ruben clarified.

“What are my options if I leave?” I asked.

“You’ll learn them as soon as we get you to safety.” Ruben said.

“No, I need to know them NOW or I’m not leaving!” I said back.

“You have to trust us. Your mother did…” Ruben persisted.

“And where is she now? In the GRAVE!” I retorted.

“We’re acting out HER orders, my King.” Ruben responded.

“I’m sorry but I don’t know who to trust anymore…” I sighed, taking a seat.

“We have a cover to maintain. This cover will be blown when Sir Socoshian orders you to be killed. You don’t understand how important it is for me to stay close to the source. If you leave now, I assure you, you’ll get your kingdom back. But if you stay, not only will your life be in jeopardy, but everyone else in this room. We can’t fight off an entire Kingdom. You’re thinking with your emotions in the midst. I’m laying the truth out for you plainly, my king. The supporters you have can be counted on your hand! The people against you outnumber us in totality… Pick your battle wisely or I’ll pick it for you.” Ruben threatened.

“Just tell me what’s going on. If you were really on my side like you claimed… You’d tell me!” I said, growing frustrated. Ruben just stared at me, backing away towards the door. He sighed, leaving.

“Keep your gun close… It’s a gift from your mother…” Ruben said. It seemed as though everything he said was trying to get a reaction out of me. Sure he was a part of my mother’s clan but with so much up in the air, it was hard to truly trust him.

I had to go figure this out on my own. With all this being said, I still didn’t know if Sir Socoshian was still as evil as those around me had told me he was. He hasn’t truly shown a deceptive trait to me. This could totally be his end game. Maybe he needed me for something. It was difficult to be sure.

The entire night was me sitting at the table, thinking this through. Surely there was something I could do. The only idea I could come up with was to play to Sir Socoshians strengths and watch what happens. I showered, freshening up and getting dressed in an outfit that would impress. I wore a blue blouse with a chain that had the golden crest of the Bourgion house seal on it. Thin, leg hugging khaki slacks and brown leather boots from the skin of a lamb added dimension to the outfit. Lastly, I wore a black hooded peacoat to bring the outfit together.

A bit of hair gel tamed the curly mess of hair sitting on top of my head. It was time for a trim but with Roi gone, it made the shared bathroom quite an empty place. I missed my brother and it was hard being here without him. He deserved an apology for all that I had done to him. But for now, it was time to go and see what I could learn.

I left my room, shocked to see king’s guards posted outside my door. They were Lutna men… I made my way down stairs, two of the guards following. Immediately, things were being changed.

“Sir SOCOSHIAN!” I shouted. Everyone stopped, looking at me. türkçe altyazılı porno People began to part as he made his way towards me, holding his trusted clipboard.

“Yes?” He asked.

“Why are you doing things without my input?” I asked, “Everything you’re doing needs to go through me…”

“I am acting as the King’s hand. Everything here is his wishing…” Sir Socoshian responded.

“I’m the King now. Everything you do has to go through me…” I said firmly. Sir Socoshian looked at me penetratingly as he dropped his clipboard to his side.

The subjects of the palace looked weary of what was about to unfold.

“Then what do you want?” Sir Socoshian responded.

“To work with you.” I shrugged. It made Sir Socoshian confused.

“Okay…” He said.

“Where’s my father?” I asked.

“He’s been moved to a mortuary. We’ve found a different company to do the resuming.” He said.

“Without my permission? What’s wrong with the old company?” I asked.

“Their practices were a little sketchy.” Sir Socoshian smiled.

“Have you put out word that my father has died yet?” I continued.

“I was working on that now…” Sir Socoshian said, pulling up his clipboard.

“Now, what?” I taunted. He looked at me confused.

“Now what?” He responded.

“Your Liege.” I said. It seemed to make Sir Socoshian’s stomach tie into knots.

“My Liege…” He nodded.

“Don’t put word out that my father has been killed yet. That would be, not good for the Kingdom…” I responded.

“Killed? Why would it be bad for the Kingdom?” Sir Socoshian asked, unsure what I was doing.

“Because of possible mutiny! Who’d want an eighteen year old running a country? Who’d think,” I said, pacing through the room, “That I’d be able to keep things running the way things are? Who’d have faith in me?” I sat down in father’s throne overlooking the lounge, smiling.

“My liege, there is a lot to learn. Eighteen years old is indeed too young to run a country. Your father didn’t run this Ziggurat until he was nearly thirty. You don’t have the experience! This is why the King’s hand is trusted with the throne until the heir of the throne is of age…” Sir Socoshian said.

“You were my father’s left hand. But not mine…” I smiled, “Sir Ruben… Step forth please…”

He did so, looking at me in utter shock.

“You are hereby relieving Sir Socoshian of his duties as the King’s hand and will resume his duties.” Sir Ruben slowly turned to Sir Socoshian, shocked by this.

“With all due respect, your Grace… why?” Sir Socoshian asked.

“He was my mother’s advisor and my mother was a wonderful, wonderful diplomat, the reason this Ziggurat has great relationships with foreign nations! I’d like to follow in her footsteps! As for how things are run within the Ziggurat… Sir Socoshian, I don’t want to challenge your ability. What you do is incredible which is why I’ll appoint you as my second general.”

Worry was written across Sir Ruben’s face.

“With that change in position, what will that change with what I’m doing for your Kingdom, my Liege?” Sir Socoshian asked.

“What will change? You’re no longer handling foreign affairs. That shall be between Sir Ruben, an elected board and I. Everything domestic, shall run through you but not be run by you. You executively superhead the industries we as a sovereign nation specialize in.” I smiled.

“You realize that part of the industries I superhead revolves importing foreign items right?” Sir Socoshian asked, obviously frustrated.

“I kind of don’t like that. I want import tariffs for anything foreign grown that is anything besides a necessity to these people.” I continued. It shocked Sir Socoshian.

“Very well…” He responded, writing it down.

“And having the King’s Guard and the Official Guard be run under the same house is… fallacious. They’re going to be similar, but independent of each other.” I said. This seemed to make Sir Socoshian even more upset!

“With all due respect, my Liege, separating the police force will be an ungodly expense…” I responded.

“Then, we’ll look at our costs, rearrange them and appoint a new Ministry of Defense…” I shrugged, “I want Sir Leerwood to be in charge of the interview process for that. By the end of the week, I want portfolios on my lap to review. Sir Leerwood looked at Sir Socoshian with the same fearful expression Sir Ruben had.

“Yes, your Grace!” Sir Leerwood bowed.

“King’s Gaurd…” I said, as they followed.

Upon leaving the room, my heart stuttered with relief.

“Are you an idiot?” Sir Ruben asked me, very upset.

“No, but I’m trying to buy us all time. Everyone knows what’s going on here except me. Trust me, I’ll leave if I need too but I need more people on my side first. I’m going to need more help driving a wrench into Socoshian’s plans. I saw how everyone in the lounge grew xnxx uneasy as the confrontation between Sir Socoshian and I unraveled.” I said.

“That is a crazy plan!” Another guard said. He was young, my age with a huge amount of passion, “That I’m completely here for! Anything for you, your Grace…” I looked at him, the boy having long wavy hair draping down to his shoulders.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“I’m Knight Dior.” He said with an eyebrow furl. He was cocky, for sure.

“He’s a trained combatant, one that has trained in my styles of combat since his youth.” Sir Ruben added, “I don’t like your plan. But your plan is better than just leaving without a trace. It’s better to slow Sir Socoshian down before we leave.”

“Why can’t we fight him?” Dior asked.

“Because we’re completely outclassed and outmatched. Sir Socoshians veins run deep into this city. If he wants something to happen, he can make it. We won’t be able to fight until we sever some of those veins, young one!” Sir Ruben clarified.

“So what now?” I asked myself, “I think we need to spruce up the King’s Guard somehow, and I think I know precisely how.”

“We can bring in more assassins, your Grace…” Sir Ruben suggested.

“That would take weeks, even months. We don’t have that type of time. Right now, we have to wait on a silver raptor to return…” I said back, “All of what I’m doing now, is because of this… I need to hear back from some people before I can plan the next step.” Sir Ruben looked at me intently.

“You definitely have the blood of the assassin within you. You’re not soft… I see that now. In this time of war beneath the surface, you are bringing the fight back…” Sir Ruben nodded.

“Thank you. Just go surprivise things, make sure you’re wedged into everything Sir Socoshian might do. I mean, you pre calculate his next counter! I need to know… I’m not going to be able to leave my room until that raptor returns…” I said.

“Your Grace, what’s going on?” Sir Ruben asked.

“Just like you have secrets,” I smiled, “So do I!”

I made my way to my room, sitting on the balcony waiting for either Bazahra or Silver to return. As they did, I penned a letter one for Kijus and the other for my Gou and my siblings.

‘Dear Kijus,

Things are steadily getting worse here. Barely even a week after mother died, father is gone too! I can’t leave the palace yet. Everyone within the inner ring works for Sir Socoshian except a handful that were loyal to my mother. There are things going on that I don’t understand, but I must let you know that my days may be numbered! There’s a chance that I could be taken out but I’m trying to do everything in my power to make it. I’m not a fighter like you, but I am trying to be brave just as brave you! I love, you… I miss you and I hope that after all of this, we can be together.

As for now, I’m trying to find ways to slow Sir Socoshian down. Everything he wants is happening however, I’m the last wrench in his gears. So, what I plan on doing is getting a number of King’s Gaurds somehow to state their loyalty to me… I don’t know how I’m going to do it, if I’ll have to use tactics of fear, of intimidation or what… but it’s not to stay here! I’m leaving, heading south to the canyons where my brother and sister are. I hope that everything continues to go well for you where you are. My heart longs for you Kijus, you being the driving force I’m using to get through this horrible, horrible time! For you, I fight!

Your love,

Richard Bourgion.

Someone came into my room. It was Sir Ruben. He looked bot alarmed and confused.

“I just heard news that someone took out a twelfth of the Official Gaurd last night. No one saw who did it or how. Two of the people detained for interrogation are missing as well!” Sir Ruben explained.

“Wow…” I smiled, knowing precisely only that one person could do such a thing.

“What’s going on?” Sir Ruben asked.

“Something that I wasn’t expecting to play into our favor but it may…” I said, continuing to write. Sir Ruben walked over to me.

“You seem to not trust me. I’m fighting for you…” Sir Ruben said to me, looking at the letter.

“And I’m fighting for you… I trust you, just like you trust me! However, what you’re not doing is being all the way honest with me! As a result, I won’t be one hundred percent forward with you! You’ll see as well as be informed about my plans as they unravel…” I said, not looking up from him as I continued to write.

“If you have allies close by, this is something I need to know about! That in particular would be information I wouldn’t advise withholding. I could use this…”He said back.

“First, I’ll have to see what I can do. I don’t want to promise anything…” I responded.

“You sound unsure, your Grace. If things get worse, I will take you to safety! Your mother’s last words to me was to make sure you survive!” Sir Ruben said.

“I’m porno izle tired of being this cowardly, being this sheltered, too afraid of the unknown, uneducated, locked in the Royal Court spoiled little brat! Everything I once knew was gone! So, I’m going to fight the best way I know how… with pen and paper!” I disputed.

“Then let me help you…” Sir Ruben persisted.

“I gave you a job to do. Do you not trust me?” I asked, flipping his initial concerns back towards me.

“Not with that uncertainty in your tone.” Sir Ruben said firmly.

“I’m going to need you to do as I say. Just be involved with everything relating to this palace!” I said.

“Very well…” He said, leaving.

I began writing Gou and my siblings:

‘Dear all,

It is now that I realize that I should have left when I had the chance! Things here have gotten worse. Father is now dead and Sir Socoshian has voiced his motives to take over since then! However, I have temporarily prohibited him from moving forth! At the same time, something happened at the Law Official headquarters with a large fraction of the Official Guard ending up dead. To me, this sounds like the work of a free agent and I can’t help but wonder if Gou had anything to do with it.

Since I can’t leave, I’m asking for help. Gou I want to leave, and I need to leave bad! I understand you specialize in undercover inside operations. Do you think you can send me undercover King’s Guards within the next forty eight hours? This is a must because, as of now, I’m heavily out numbered. If Sir Socoshian wanted to, he could have been me killed! With that being said, my days may permanently be numbered if I can’t leave! My goal is to look strong to all those on Sir Socoshians side so I can make my escape before anyone notices. I do have allies on the inside, though there are things I’m not certain about.

I was told that mother’s body wasn’t in the casket at her funeral. The casket was excavated late one night and there was a replica of her body there. This is all the more reason for me to believe that my mother is somehow alive. Afterall, mother was a trained assassin, one not only versed in combat, but espionage and hiding who she was. We can not count her out. Father though, I believe he is dead. I’m trying to stay strong, but it’s hard. I miss you all and I’m trying to keep everything we once had, together.

With that being said, DON’T come back! I believe I can manage on my own for the time being. If you come back, I believe you’ll be a target just like me! Trust and believe that I will get to the bottom of this situation!


Richard Bourgion’

I sealed the letters, waiting for either Bazahra or Silver to come. It was a long wait, the sun nearly setting before a raptor showed up on my stoop. It was so relieving to see. The bird that had come was Silver. Nonetheless, I checked for any new letters. There was none. I loaded up both letters into the bird’s pouch then gave him bechums of lamb jerky. He was off.

The wait returned as I sat, praying the bird would return before the sun completely went down. He did, with a letter.

‘This is Gou. I can have free agents undercover as your guard within eighteen hours. Don’t feel outmatched by Sir Socoshian and his forces. I can assure you that you have far more allies than you might imagine. Your plan is one that works well. Stay low… tomorrow at noon, rendezvous in the catacombs to meet with the agents. It will be our goal to bring you out of the city and to a safer place. The free agents of the United Cybernetic Military can liberate your city. This what we are trained for…


It was relieving to see this message. However, I wasn’t sure if this was what I wanted. Considering he worked for the United Cybernetic Military, that meant he could possibly get them too involved with the politics of the region. He was a good friend of mine, however this process was too delicate to let him turn it into a full blown military operation. Maybe I didn’t understand him fully on this.

I opened my room door where two King’s Guards were on post. I summoned one in, having no idea it was Dior.

“Yes, my Liege…” He said, taking off his helm.

“Fetch me Sir Ruben.” I said. He looked at me with a longing for more. It was beginning to bother me! He left, Sir Ruben coming minutes later.

“Yes?” Sir Ruben asked, seeing the giant raptor on the balcony, “Isn’t that your brother’s?”

“Yes… And tomorrow, I have Free Agents coming through the catacombs who will be undercover as King’s Guards. I’ll need you to accompany me to get them.” I said.

“You are a resourceful something, I see…” Sir Ruben chuckled, “You have more aces up your sleeve than I gave you credit for! Your mother would be proud. You might be glad to know that I’ve been driving home all of which you stated. It is definitely slowing Sir Socoshian down.”

“For him to have so much accomplished, he surely is one passive aggressive little something.” I responded.

“It’s because he’s walking on a thin line. If he manages to keep everything public and working the way he does, he can get what he want. However, with so many things going wrong, he’s probably reevaluating his strategy.” Sir Ruben said.

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Miss White swallowed, her eyes bugging out slightly. Surely the Dean would have some mercy on her, not tear her up inside? She opened her mouth to plead for leniency, but she just couldn’t do it; she still had some pride left. What was going to happen would happen.

The Dean pulled her hips back, letting the giant bulbous head slide down Miss White’s pelvis and come to rest against her puckered, hungry pussy lips. Leaning forward, the Dean braced herself against the table with hands on either side of Miss White’s torso. In this stance she would be able to both watch the dildo go in and see the look on Miss White’s face as it happened.

Jodie, meanwhile, took up a position near the head of the table. From there she had a good view down between the two women, past their breasts, to where the enormous phallus was poised at Miss White’s entrance. Miss White took a deep breath, exhaled it, and tried to go limp; she was as ready as she’d ever be.

The sound she emitted when the head pressed into her surprised everyone in the room: It was high-pitched, piercing, entirely unlike any vocalization she normally made. It was followed by a low, guttural moan of the deepest pleasure. Already Miss White was as full as she could remember, and as the strap-on slid deeper into her, her eyes rolled back in her head and suddenly she was coming — trembling and crying out, pulling futilely at her bonds.

As the intense climax ebbed, a great sense of calm and well-being washed over her, then was quickly replaced by a new sense of urgency as the dildo continued to push up into her. She felt like it was pressing into her stomach, trying to work its way up to her chest, and still there were several inches left to go. Just when she thought she was about to be split in half, the Dean reversed direction and began to slowly pull out.

Miss White felt the strap-on slide out of her until just the head remained inside. Her pussy was throbbing and her heart was pounding, but she felt a certain sense of relief. She’d taken more than she thought hd porno she could and survived. But the Dean’s second stroke was harder and deeper, and Miss White felt a sweat break out on her forehead.

Jodie, watching, began to touch herself. At some level it was appalling to see the formidable Alexis White tied, exposed, and ruthlessly fucked. But it was also indisputably sexy to watch.

The Dean gradually increased the tempo of her thrusts, taking great satisfaction in Miss White’s facial contortions and helpless, raw-throated cries. From time to time she tugged on the chain connecting the clamps on Miss White’s nipples, inducing a different combination of expressions and vocalizations.

At this point Miss White entered a sort of fugue state. Everything blurred together: There was a lot of pleasure, and there was some pain; the Dean’s face loomed above her, then Jodie was peering down through her glasses. The Dean was not entirely in control of herself anymore either; her eyes were blazing and her nostrils flaring as she pounded into Miss White again and again, driving the monstrous cock home with complete abandon.

When the Dean reached down and brushed Miss White’s clit with one finger, she came so hard that it seemed like she might tear the ropes holding her right in half. She was still coming when the Dean unsnapped the clamp from her right nipple and pulled it off. Miss White sighed as the feeling began to return to her teat, then whimpered as the Dean’s mouth closed on it.

The Dean resumed thrusting slowly as she popped off the other clamp and moved her mouth to that breast. Jodie, feeling bold, leaned down and began to suck the one she had abandoned; the Dean allowed it. After a few minutes of this treatment Miss White spasmed violently, let loose with an incoherent wail, and lay still; her eyes were still open, but she could not in any meaningful sense be said to be conscious.

When a semblance of awareness returned, Miss White saw the Dean standing near the end of the table where her head was, gloriously naked — no strap-on, no dress, just smooth ebony skin glowing in the firelight. The Dean stood up on her tippy-toes and leaned forward until Miss White’s head was engulfed in her crotch. sex izle The musky scent was overwhelming, intoxicating; Miss White nuzzled her nose up between the Dean’s pussy lips, coating it in the other woman’s juices.

As she felt a tongue begin to snake up inside her, the Dean stretched out her arms and began to untie the ropes holding Miss White’s legs. This took a minute, as she had done a quite thorough job, but eventually she accomplished it. Then she freed Miss White’s arms, which was somewhat easier.

Now the Dean slid her hands under Miss White’s ass and lifted her slightly. As Miss White wrapped her arms around the Dean’s legs, jabbing her tongue deeper into the creamy hole above her, the Dean bent forward until her head was between Miss White’s thighs.

When she felt the Dean’s hot breath on her cunt, Miss White thought she knew what was coming next. She was surprised to suddenly feel herself being lifted into the air. Next thing she knew she was hanging upside down with her face in the Dean’s crotch as the Dean’s powerful tongue penetrated her.

Jodie watched in amazement as the two women engaged in a furious standing 69. Miss White’s knees were on the Dean’s shoulders, her arms wrapped around the Dean’s waist, her head gripped between the Dean’s thighs.

Finally the Dean took a few steps to her left and they toppled over together onto the couch, landing with the Dean on top as they continued to feast on each other’s cunts. They were in a frenzy now, all inhibitions gone, racing to see who could make the other come first.

But the Dean was in a much more sensitized state, and when Miss White began to suck her clit she spasmed violently, then relaxed. This allowed Miss White to gain just enough leverage to turn the both of them over. Now the Dean was on her back on the couch, Miss White straddling her head. Holding the Dean’s hips, Miss White lifted herself slightly and began to grind her pussy down onto the black woman’s face. The Dean did not fight back; she just extended her tongue and continued to probe deeper, letting Miss White’s sweet nectar pour into her mouth.

When Miss White felt her orgasm approaching, she let herself fall forward and again clamped her lips onto the altyazılı porn Dean’s clit. This time they came together, holding on to each other for dear life, moaning, sighing, laughing, crying. Then it suddenly became very quiet in the room, the only sound the heaving of the two women’s chests as they tried to catch their breath.

Jodie was completely slack-jawed. She knew that she had just witnessed something incredible, something that she would remember for the rest of her life. Even so she had the presence of mind to find the camera and erase the pictures the Dean had taken. She almost couldn’t do it — they were magnificently beautiful images, and she made sure to commit each one to memory before deleting it.

After a few minutes Miss White and the Dean began to slowly untangle themselves. Miss White stepped over to a nearby chair — moving gingerly, like she’d just run a marathon — and sank down into it, sighing and shaking her head. The Dean rolled over and came to a sitting position, staring blankly into the middle distance.

Jodie walked over and sat down on the arm of Miss White’s chair, making it clear where her loyalty lay. Miss White smiled weakly — she knew that Jodie would never look at her in quite the same way now. She hoped, though, that she had managed to retain at least some sense of dignity in the younger woman’s eyes.

Miss White glanced over at the Dean and their eyes met briefly. Certainly they were seeing each other in a different light now; they understood each other in a way they hadn’t before. They weren’t going to friends, or even allies; but they could at least be respectful adversaries.

At last the Dean stood and turned toward the door. “I trust you can find your way out,” she said, matter-of-factly but not curtly. “Safe travels to you both.” And with that she was gone.

Miss White and Jodie retraced their steps back through the drawing room to the foyer, where they found their clothes and dressed. Bundling up tight, they stepped out together into the cold night air.

As they headed home Miss White put one arm around Jodie’s shoulders, partly for warmth, but mostly because she was having trouble walking properly. Jodie felt strange having Miss White lean on her, but also immensely proud, both of herself and of Miss White. She knew that night had been very difficult for the older woman — pleasurable, yes, but also humbling. But now this episode was over, and who knew what might happen next?

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