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Mary and David got together after their first marriages ended; his without children, her’s with two. They moved slowly since both had rushed into first marriages, with disastrous results. Mary’s was worse and actually involved physical abuse. Mary’s mother had never liked her first husband, Fred, and they had had a falling out over it before it was obvious that mother had been right about him all along. Even though Mary had admitted she was wrong about Fred to her mom there were apparently other issues behind their estrangement, not the least of which was the fact that she and David were together without mom having had the chance to “weigh in” on his worthiness. For her own sake and the sake of her children, Mary wanted to reestablish a relationship with her mother, the children’s grandmother. She warned David that her mother could be difficult, opinionated and very easily offended at times.

Mary was a “Change of Life” baby. Momma Ann, as she liked to be called, was in her 60’s. Mary’s dad had died of cancer some half dozen years before, and perhaps that also fueled the urgency of mending these family fences. In any event, the children were excited that Momma Ann would be coming to dinner, and they got out the best dishes.

Momma Ann had been a nurse. Her husband had been a cabinet maker and was quite skilled in working with wood. Momma Ann seemed pleasant enough, but there was a “gruffness” about her that went a little beyond the voice deepened by age. She was apparently used to getting her way in even the most minor of things. David thought he understood where a little of the discord had come from between Mary and her mother.

It was getting into the summer and the house seemed awful warm. David went to lower the thermostat but Mary said her mom was a little chilled and could we leave it where it was. He reluctantly agreed, because after all it was about making her mom feel welcome. But the uncomfortable heat was really getting to him, and making him perhaps a bit more irritable than he realized. When Momma Ann made a snippy remark that it was like a freezer in here and couldn’t we do anything about that, he snapped back with “Are you kidding!? It’s like an oven in here. Everyone is sweating!”

Let’s just say it quickly went downhill from there with Momma Ann making a remark to the effect that it didn’t appear David was much better than Fred and perhaps this whole idea of a rapprochement wasn’t going to work. Momma Ann left without even getting to the dessert.

David knew he was wrong immediately, and apologized to Mary profusely. She didn’t reject his apology, but didn’t seem much consoled by it, either. All she would say is that she had warned him her mother could be “difficult”, and kept repeating that she didn’t know how we were going to fix it, but that we had to.

Later the next day Mary talked to her mother by phone, then told David that it looked like there was a way to get past this, but it would require something from him which she wasn’t sure he would agree to. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it,” David said without thinking. He just wanted Mary to be happy and for the kids to have their Momma Ann back.

“You’ll have to apologize directly to her,” Mary said with some caution.

“No problem, I’ll call her right now.”

“That’s not all. It will have to be in person, and you will have to perform an ‘Act of Contrition’, as she called it.”

“What does that mean?” he asked truly puzzled.

“I don’t know exactly, she wouldn’t say. But I wouldn’t be surprised if it included a spanking. She spanked my brother till he left home for the Army.”

This brought him up short, but he thought even if it did, how hard could an old woman hit anyway. While he was still pondering these ideas Mary continued, “David, I know there isn’t a reason in the world why you should do this, but I’m begging you. Please, is there is any way you would be willing to do this for me?”

David was no expert on relationships, but he knew enough not to make a woman choose between him and her family, or especially her children’s family. “Yes, dear, I will.”

David called, apologized and agreed to come to her place alone later that day at the time she specified. When he was ready to leave Mary held him, and looking deeply in his eyes said, “I really appreciate you doing this for me, for us. Do whatever she says no matter how strange it may seem and make this right between us. Be brave.”

He stopped and picked up some flowers, and also brought some of the dessert she missed at dinner. When he rang the bell, the door opened but she didn’t step to the opening, rather commanded him to enter from behind the door. He soon saw why. She was dressed in only a slip, though she still had on her heels and hose.

“I have to say that I was a little surprised to hear from you. I thought you would flat out refuse to accept my terms for an apology. This is a good mark in your favor,” she said with a hint of smile.

“Thank you, Momma Ann,” he said, hoping the familiarity would soften Escort Bayan the tone.

“Let’s stop right there. Today, here, for this purpose, you should address me as ‘Ma’am’ or ‘Miss Ann’. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good. Now let’s get on with it. Say what you have to say.”

“Miss Ann, I am very sorry for my remarks when you were visiting us. I was rude, and I’m very sorry to have offended you. Whenever you visit us I will be happy to make the temperature suit your comfort. I ask for your forgiveness.”

“That’s a good start. I suppose Mary told you that I expected an Act of Contrition.”

“Yes, Ma’am, she did, but she didn’t say what that was.”

“Because I didn’t tell her. You will have submit to a whipping. If you do, all will be forgiven.”

So it was as Mary had suspected. “I will submit to your whipping.”

“Good. We will go down to the basement where I have prepared what we will need.”

As she stood up David could see she wasn’t wearing any panties and got a very quick glimpse of her pussy before averting his eyes, for fear of giving offense.

The basement was a small room that had once been her husband’s shop. In the middle of the room was a heavy looking sawhorse weighted down with bags of sand and with two bags tied across the cross bar.

“Remove all of your clothes. You may place them on this chair.”

He hesitated for just a moment. “Get on with it. I’m a nurse. I assure you that you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.”

He hadn’t thought about this part, but Mary had been very explicit when she said to do whatever her mother ordered.

When he was completely naked, trying to cover himself in front of her, she smiled. “Go over to the toilet and empty your bladder and anything else that needs emptying. Sit down, even if you only have to pee. Do it now.”

A toilet and small sink were in the corner of the basement room, but there was no wall around it. Apparently one had been planned at one time since there were studs and framing, but no sheet rock in place. He would be sitting on the toilet in full view.

“I don’t think I need to go,” he said, but the tension and fear was already making his bladder tell him he was lying.

“Go try anyway,” she said. He was able to squeeze a few drops out. And after washing up he returned to face her by the sawhorse.

“Let me explain how this works. I have a sort of ritual for this. If you complete all of it to my satisfaction, all will be forgiven and we can be a nice family. I know Mary would like that. If you fail to complete any part of this, it will be as if you had never even come to my door. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“You must first kneel and ask for punishment, and agree to accept future punishments if I feel your behavior has been unacceptable, to either me or to my daughter, then afterward you will thank me for your punishment and show appreciation. You will be punished until I feel you have learned your lesson. Is that clear so far?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He noticed that the legs of the sawhorse were fitted with those leather buckle cuffs, like they use in hospitals to restrain patients. She noticed his looking at the restraints.

“You will not be restrained unless you ask for it. But there is more. During your punishment you are not to curse, use abusive or threatening language toward me. You may scream and beg for mercy all you wish, though it won’t sway me. In addition you are not to stand up, lift your feet off the ground, or try to block any blows with your hand. For each time you do I will add two additional strokes, to be delivered after I feel your punishment for the original offense is complete. I promise you that you will be in considerable distress by that time. That’s when the extras are applied. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He was still thinking that this couldn’t be so bad, though he was beginning to have some doubts. He recited the language asking for punishment and agreeing to accept more from her if she decided in the future that he deserved it. This bothered him a little, especially since she insisted on making it a solemn oath, but he kept assuring himself that he would simply give no offense and not have to worry.

“Although I would prefer that you take your punishment unrestrained, it will not be held against you if you need to be restrained. And you may ask for restraints at any time during the punishment.”

“I’ll try it without, Ma’am,” he answered promptly.

“Good boy,” she said. She seemed pleased and he was relieved that he might actually be able to meet all of her requirements.

He stepped into position and leaned over the sandbags on the crossbeam. It was rough on his stomach but otherwise the position seemed fairly easy to hold. Then the first blow with the strap came.

SMACK!

He was shocked at how hard she could hit, and at how much it stung.

SMACK!

SMACK!

After a few blows, she came up behind him, grasped his penis to hold Bayan Escort it out of the way while she strapped the part of his butt cheeks that were closest to his package.

SMACK!! “Awwww! DAMN!” as much in surprise as pain.

“That’s two extra,” she said without emotion.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! A rain of strikes across his backside had him grunting and hollering regularly.

Then a couple struck very close together and he jumped up. “I’m sorry, Ma’am,” came out of his mouth instantly, but she just said, “Two more, total of four extra.”

She changed to her cane, and these blows burned like fire from the very start.

CRACK! “Ahhhhhh!”

CRACK! “OWWWW!”

CRACK! “Oh God! Please, Miss Ann! Not so hard!” His right foot jerked up.

“You’re up to six extras, David, and we have a very long way to go before you have been punished for the original offense, and then the extras will be applied. Are you sure you don’t want to be restrained?”

He couldn’t have imagined how much more was in store for him, but he knew it would be much worse with extras, and he couldn’t see surviving this without incurring more extras unless he was restrained. He could hear the whimper in his voice, “Please restrain me, Ma’am.”

“Good choice. I’m still glad you tried to take it without.”

The caning went on with struggles against the bonds and the occasional shriek as nerves he thought went numb suddenly felt pain again.

“AHHHHHIIIIEEEEE!! PLEASE, NO MORE! Please Miss Ann, have mercy on me. I can’t take any more, please I can’t go on.” The cane suspended for a moment and he just kept blabbering on, begging pleading, promising.

“David, you certainly can take more. But if you really want me to, I’ll unlock you and you can leave right now,” she said with a calm voice.

“You will?” he asked in disbelief.

“Of course, you’re not a prisoner. Of course it would be a shame to throw away all you’ve been through.” Her implication slowly dawned on him.

He was trapped, as surely as if he were a prisoner. He didn’t want to be the cause of this family’s continuing estrangement, and after all the pain he’d already been through it did seem foolish to have endured it for nothing. Besides, he thought to himself, how much longer can this go on?

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. I’ll continue,” he could hear the defeat in his own voice. “Very good,” was all she said before resuming with the cane.

His shrieking resumed and soon tears flowed freely down his face and he was sobbing rhythmically, blubbering incoherently. Eventually his body no longer struggled in its bonds. Some of the blows felt like being burned with a red hot iron, others felt exactly as if a knife had slashed across his skin. He just felt intense pain, but the attempt to avoid it, or withstand it was just gone as if something had broken inside.

Miss Ann noticed it too, and it wasn’t long before the whoosh and crack of the cane stopped.

“There, I believe you have finally learned your lesson. You did very well.” David slumped even more in his bonds, relaxed; it was over, at long last it was over. Internally he felt his spirit returning to something akin to normal.

“We now have only the six extras to dispose of,” she announced matter-of-factly.

“OH NO! Oh please, Miss Ann. Haven’t I suffered enough? Please show some mercy!”

“Now, now, I warned you at the outset how this worked. And I am a woman of my word. It’s only six more. Do it for Mary.” It was obviously a remark designed to manipulate him, and it worked.

As for it “only being six more”, she no doubt knew those six coming after thinking he was through reawakened physical and psychological pain. It was during one of those six that his bladder emptied involuntarily. He could tell it was happening, but it was like his body was under someone else’s control. In an instant he’d been transported back to that completely broken spirit he experienced at the end of caning.

As she was unfastening his restraints she said, “I see we’ve had an accident. Clean it up with this rag and cleanser,” she said gesturing to the side of the whipping horse. He hadn’t noticed them in a small pail strategically handy. He found himself wondering who all had she put in such similar positions and how many times. He made quick work of the puddle which was small thank goodness.

“That’s fine, now kneel down and thank me for punishing you.”

“Thank you for your punishment of my misbehavior, Miss Ann. Thank you for taking the time to correct me. I promise it won’t ever happen again.” He hoped that words like these were what she wanted.

“Leave your clothes off, but bring them upstairs. We’re not quite done. You still must show appreciation for my discipline.”

He gathered his clothes and returned to the living room where he found her sitting on the same sofa as when he first arrived. This time she made no effort to hide her sex and motioned for him to approach her.

“I…I don’t understand, Miss Ann. Escort What about Mary?”

“You know she only wants this to work out between us, no matter what, and this is the ‘what’. Didn’t she tell you to do whatever I said, no matter how strange it seemed? She would have explicitly agreed to this if I insisted, but there was no need to burden her with making that decision consciously. We both know that this is not a threat to your marriage. And I will give her a glowing report on you making everything right between us.”

He didn’t miss her thinly veiled threat that even at this late point he could have endured everything for nothing if he didn’t comply. He glanced down at his penis wondering if it would function while he was in such pain.

“Don’t be silly. I haven’t had interest in or need for a penis since I got pregnant with your wife. Your mouth is all I want, it will do just fine.”

He put his head between her thighs and nuzzled into her sparse bush. She had the same intoxicating fragrance Mary had, or maybe he should be saying Mary had her’s. In any event he was soon lapping and licking her labia and working his way around her clit. He tried to stick his tongue in her vagina, but couldn’t find the opening. He raised his head for a better look and parted her inner lips to see where he was missing it. There was no vaginal opening. Where it should have been there was just a wall of skin with a horizontal crease in the middle.

“That’s right. It isn’t there. Shortly after Mary was born I had a hysterectomy and I told them to go ahead and remove my vagina as well,” she explained.

“But how did…I mean your husband was still alive then…?” He really didn’t know how, or even if he should be asking this question, but frankly he was in shock that a woman would voluntarily choose such a surgery.

“He was naturally disappointed, but I had never been that fond of penetration to begin with. Afterwards I allowed him to pleasure me as you are.”

“And you… him…?” He couldn’t help himself finishing the thought half out loud, struggling to believe that she and her husband still enjoyed some form of intimacy.

“Absolutely not!” she almost sounded offended. “I had no interest in touching it, especially with my mouth!”

“So he just had to take care of things himself?” Sheer shock had numbed his critical thinking at this point, and his curiosity was just blundering ahead.

“He was forbidden to masturbate, but I do believe he cheated. At that time I was just happy if I didn’t have to see it or think about it. I can assure you I would not tolerate it today!” The subject seemed closed.

David resumed eating her and after a while he could tell she was approaching her crest. She pressed her legs in tight around his head, holding him in position. When she came with a loud cry she shot some liquid straight into his mouth. Assuming she and Mary had similar responses he kept gently licking her and she kept having little “aftershocks.” Finally she indicated he should stop by relaxing her thigh’s grip on his head and giving the top of his head a slight push.

The scent of a woman was like Viagra to him, and he had an enormous hard on all during his oral service and it had not gone down. Miss Ann noticed it.

“Since I failed to mention it before, there will be no consequences this time, but I don’t care for that at all,” nodding toward his erection. “In the future we will have to deal with it harshly if it comes up again.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” was all he could think of to say. He was certain he didn’t want to know the details behind that comment, and was still sure that we would never have need of another such encounter.

Before he got dressed she put some salve on his bruised ass, which made it feel a little better. Her touch seemed tender and loving. It was such a contrast, the very hands that had delivered such terrible pain and without mercy, were now easing it somewhat.

“You did very well for a first timer. There are no cuts, so this should heal just fine. Cold compresses for the next 24 to 48 hours, after that warm soaks will help the discoloration pass quicker but you will have tenderness and pain on sitting for about a week. That’s your reminder to correct your behavior,” her voice seemed softer and more loving than he recalled hearing it at any time since they met. “I will tell Mary not to worry, Momma Ann will be in your lives for a long time.”

When he walked in the house something seemed different, quieter. Mary walked into the room wearing her sexiest lingerie.

“Mother called and told me that she was completely satisfied with your apology and Act of Contrition, and she even said that she was wrong about you. You’re nothing like Fred.” Mary was obviously overjoyed with this news. “Did you hear that? She said she was wrong about you; Mother NEVER admits she’s wrong.”

He managed a weak smile and nodded, “That’s nice.” His ass was throbbing in time with his pulse. Her smile faded to concern as she suddenly realized why he wasn’t quite as enthusiastic as she was. “Was it very bad?” she asked.

“It was pretty bad. I’ve never felt anything like that before. But it’s all over now.” He tried to put on a brave face and take in the new situation at the house. “The kids…?”

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I had just returned to the States after serving 18 months above the Artic Circle with the Air Force, I got my discharge and caught the first jet headed south.

I had been home for about 2 months when a friend asked if I would accept a blind date with a friend of his wife. I was told that she was 23 and really cute and recovering from a bad relationship, I agreed to a Friday date consisting of dinner and a movie. Jim said that he would pick me up at 6:30 then we would pick up the girls.

Jim was right on time, after we left my place it took about 20 minuets to get to his house where both of the girls were waiting. I knew Peggy from my high school days so as soon as I saw them I knew which one was Maureen. She was a small girl about 5’2″ and 100 pounds with auburn hair and hazel eyes and the pale skin color that only redheads have and yes she was cute. She was wearing a low cut blouse which showed her small breast encased in a white bra and a full skirt. Peggy introduced us and we were off to dinner and a movie. The evening went well and Maureen and I got along like old friends. When we returned to Peggy’s around midnight Maureen and I had agreed on another date. We walked them to the door and as Jim was kissing Peggy good night I gave Maureen a light kiss on her cheek and told her again how much I had enjoyed the evening. And that I was looking forward to Saturday.

Maureen had told me of a movie she wanted to see that was playing at the local drive-in. When I got to her house I was introduced to her parents who seemed nice. Maureen told them that we were going to a movie and she would be home around midnight.

We got in the car and headed to the drive-in; we arrived just as the movie was starting and got a good spot to watch the movie. As I said before I had been out of the country for the last 18 months and was not aware of the movies that were out at this time. I had no idea that pornographic movies were available at theatres and in full color. After the credits the first thing that was on the screen was a blond woman with a black cock in her mouth. My God This Was Alabama in 1964; this was something that would get you hung, if you did it. I asked Maureen if she was sure that this was the movie she wanted to see. She told me that a girl friend had told her about it and yes this was it. She went on to explain that she had been told that all black guys had big dicks and all black women had huge tits and she wanted to see for herself. She then asked if this bothered me, I said no that I did not have a problem with sex between the races.

FOOTNOTE: While I was in the air force I dated a black girl in Columbus, Ohio and I probably would have married her if I hadn’t been sent overseas.

I asked Maureen if she had ever been with a black guy, she said no but she had thought about it. I asked her if she had a chance would she screw a black guy and she answered yes. I told her I had a friend who was black and if I asked him to screw her would she go along with it. She said yes. I then asked her if we were going to have sex, she again said that she hoped so.

We watched the movie and naturally the black guy had a monster sized cock but the black babe that was the fuck star had tits about like Maureen’s. 32A’s. Maureen did have small tits but her nipples were huge, almost as big as her tits, and they were a delight to suck. The black star fucked and had his cock sucked by several blond babes and the black star. Maureen was totality turned on by watching this and we fucked in the front seat of my Mercury. After we fucked I sucked my cum and her secretions from her pussy, this blew her mind, first because she had never had her pussy sucked before and she couldn’t believe that I was willing to eat her after I had cummed in her. I explained that my lady in Ohio taught me to do that. I did ask her if she had a problem with me doing that and she said no she didn’t. When the movie was over we went and got some food and made arrangements for our next date. I asked Maureen if she was willing to go out with Sam and his lady, a black couple that were my best friends, she said yes.

I called Sam during the week and asked if he would like to go out with Maureen and me. I explained the situation about Maureen’s ideas on the physical endowments of black men and the bust size of black women. I did know that Sam was about 7″ hard and that Vera was a nice 34B. I also explained to Sam that Maureen might want to fuck him. Sam and I had been known to bang the same babe more than once, this also included Vera. Sam asked my feelings on him fucking my woman and I replied that they were the same as when I fucked his woman. Sam was present when I fucked Vera and he approved.

[Footnote: Sam and I had been friends for years and used to have sex with the same girls when ever possible and before Escort Bayan that we would jack off together, we had even jacked off each other]

I picked Maureen up then went to Sam’s house and got him and Vera and headed to Chicken Charlie’s. We got there about 9 PM just as things were getting started. Charlie had a band playing and it was loud and fun. We had a table reserved for us and I hoped that Maureen wasn’t intimidated that we were the only white people there. Charlie and I were friends before I went into the service so I was well known here. We had several drinks to loosen Maureen up before Sam took her to the dance floor where he was able to fondle her ass and rub his cock against her belly. Vera said that he looked like he was fucking her with her cloths on. Sam was an excellent dancer and his specialty was so-called dirty dancing.

Maureen was getting into this dance style and was soon rubbing her body all over Sam and she was using her hand too rub his cock as well as her belly. The music stopped and the band leader apologized but the band was going to take a break. Sam took Maureen’s hand and they walked back to the table and ordered another drink. Maureen was flushed and breathing hard as she leaned over and told me that she had a orgasm on the dance floor and that Sam’s dick got hard. I told her what Vera said about their dance, Maureen looked at Vera and smiled and told her that they were fucking. I asked Maureen if she wanted to have sex with Sam, she looked kind of stunned and finally said yes if it was o.k. with Vera and me. I asked if she had ever had sex with a black guy before and she said no. Vera then spoke up and asked Maureen why she wanted to fuck Sam, Maureen replied that he turned her on and she had always heard how viral black guys were. Sam just sat there and grinned. We had a couple more drinks and headed to Sam’s house. Maureen and Sam were in the back seat and Vera was up front with me. I could see in the rear view mirror that Sam had already removed Maureen’s blouse and bra and he was sucking on her tiny tits.

By the time we arrived at the house Sam had Maureen completely naked, they got out of the car and casually walked across the yard to the front door not caring who saw them. Vera gathered Maureen’s cloths and we followed them into the house. We all went to the living room where Sam removed his cloths and revealed his erect 7 inches [Sam is uncircumcised, his cock has girth of six and a half inches] Maureen just stared at his cock for a minuet then reached out and took in her hand. She then looked at Vera and I with a wanton grin on her face and dropped to her knees and took as much of it in her mouth as she could. Vera got a Polaroid camera off the table and took a picture of the cute redheaded white girl sucking Sam’s black cock.

After a few minuets Sam pulled Maureen up and placed her on the couch. He then spread her legs and slid his cock into her waiting pussy. Maureen moaned as he entered her then they both started fucking at a furious pace. I have seen Sam fuck before and I know that he can go for a long time, so Vera and I got undressed and sat on the love seat where we had a good view of that black piston pumping that white pussy.

I was massaging Vera’s ample tits and she was pumping my cock as we watched her husband fuck my girl, it was quite exciting. Vera asked me if I still liked to eat the woman after she had been fucked, she knew about this from experience. I said that I would never leave a lady with messy pussy, and that I had always had to clean up after Sam. Vera is the one that got me to do this after a hot session with the 3 of us. Sam has also cleaned up after me but he didn’t take to it like I did.

Sam was obviously approaching his climax so Vera got the camera and took some more pictures. Sam shoots a massive load when he cums, we could see his balls get tight and the juices running down the crack of Maureen’s ass. Finally Sam pushed into Maureen as far as he could and filled her with his sperm. They stayed locked together for a few more minuets then Sam’s softening cock slipped from her pussy. Sam kissed her and turned to us with a satisfied look on his face, he then stood and Vera got down and took his cummy cock in her mouth and sucked it clean. Maureen started to get up but Vera told her to stay where she was. I went over, got on my knees and started sucking Sam’s cum from her pussy; I licked the juice from her ass and her thighs and her belly. When I finished Vera gave me a kiss with her tongue deep in my mouth.

Maureen was sitting on the couch nude with her legs spread wide and the sight of her still gaping cunt was amazing. Vera had moved next to her and was also naked; it was very erotic seeing the two of them side by side. I had removed my clothes also as Vera had given me a Bayan Escort blowjob while Sam was fucking Maureen.

Sam came back from the kitchen where he had made a batch of Margaritas and passed one to each of us. He sat next to me so that we were looking at the ladies; Sam asked Maureen if she was satisfied that fucking a black guy was better than a white guy. Maureen responded that she wouldn’t say better but it sure was different, that his was the only uncut cock that she had ever had and that excited her. Vera asked what she thought about me cleaning her afterward, Maureen said that she loved that. She knew I cleaned up after myself but me cleaning up after Sam really turned her on. She asked Vera if she was able to taste her on Sam’s cock and Vera said that she could and it was tasty. Vera then asked Maureen if she had ever had sex with another female to which Maureen answered no. Vera told her that it was time she did and slid off the couch and crawled between her legs and buried her face in Maureen’s crotch. Vera started sucking on Maureen’ clit and we could see she liked it. I had heard from other ladies that Vera was good at eating a pussy. Vera started licking and sucking Maureen’s pussy, at the same time she was massaging her tits and inserting a finger or two in her anus. Maureen put her hands on the back of Vera’s head and pulled her into her pussy. Vera had gotten on her knees in a very provocative position which allowed her asshole and pussy to be completely exposed. I decided to take advantage of this so I got behind her and started licking her anus; I knew that this was a super turn on for Vera. I would run my tongue around her asshole and then push it in her as far as I could. We kept this chain going until I had to fuck something so I slipped my cock in her tight ass. It had been awhile since I had ass fucked Vera and I had forgotten how much she liked it. She lifted her face from Maureen’s pussy and told me to fuck her hard and fast then went back to eating pussy. I lasted about 5 minuets before I filled Vera’s ass with my cum, just as my cock was slipping from this tight orifice Vera also had a orgasm. I decided to see just how kinky Maureen was so I managed to position myself so that she could take my cock in her mouth which to my delight she did. Maureen used her lips and tongue to clean my cock of the cum and other matter from Vera’s ass.

The four of us were pretty well exhausted at this point from all the drink and sex so we decided to call it a day. I kissed Vera as Maureen kissed Sam good night. Maureen asked if she could stay at my place as she didn’t want to go home and explain why she looked so used. I admit she did look like she had been ridden hard and put up wet so I agreed.

When we got to my place we both wanted a shower so we decided to save water and shower together we washed each other with special attention to the interior of Maureen’s pussy and my dick.

After our shower we crawled into my bed where I asked Maureen how she liked sex with a black guy. She said that it was exciting because it was taboo. She also said that if she had been blindfolded she would not have noticed any difference between him and other guys she had fucked. I asked if she had liked Vera eating her and she said that was great, that I was good but Vera was superb, that she had never experienced any thing like it. And yes she liked my ass fucking and the thought of her sucking my dick straight from her ass was so nasty and perverted that she had an orgasm every time she thought about it. She also said that me licking her asshole was a great turn on and that next time she expected me to lick my cum from her ass just like I did her pussy. I wasn’t too keen on that idea but I didn’t say any thing at that time.

I woke up around 9 on Sunday morning, Maureen was lying on her back with her legs spread showing her pussy. I hadn’t realized how red and thick her pubic was, but this was the first time I really got to see her in a good light. She had a treasure trail of hair from her navel to her bush, this was really sexy.

I tore myself away from this beautiful site and went to make some coffee. Shortly Maureen came into the kitchen, she was nude and so was I but she looked better. Maureen has tiny tits, but her nipples would look large on a “D” cup tit. I have ever experienced nipples that large before or after. She came over and kissed me and asked when the coffee would be ready. I poured her a cup and asked how she felt? We were drinking our coffee when some how the subject of sex came up.

Maureen asked me if I had ever had sex with Sam, I asked what she meant by sex, she said have you ever sucked his cock. No I haven’t, but we have jerked each other off a couple of times, and as you know I have tasted his cum and he has tasted mine the same Escort way. But to be honest I have thought about it. She then asked if I had ever had a guy give me a blow job, this time I answered yes and I returned the favor and no I am not queer. I then explained the situation. When I was in Labrador I was sent to a radar site with 1 other guy, we were there for 30 days alone and so to relive our sexual tensions we would suck each other and yes I enjoyed it.

Maureen said that she would like to watch me with Sam sometime. I asked her if she had ever eaten a pussy before, other than last night. She said that she and her sister had eaten each other for a long time but that it wasn’t as good as with Vera. I then asked her about her marriage, did she have oral sex with him. She explained he thought that oral sex was an act against nature and they only had sex in the missionary position and only in the dark. She was never allowed to be nude around him even when he wanted sex and she never saw his cock. He would pull her night gown above her vagina and insert his cock and pump her about 30 seconds, cum and get up and go to the bathroom and wash. When he came out of the bath he would send her in to wash herself before he would her allow her back in the bed.

Maureen said that she started having sex at a very young age and in order to get satisfaction she was screwing lots of other guys while her husband was at work. She had a list of guys she could call and meet for a quickie or a full day of wild sex. After a year of being married her husband got wise to her infidelities and got a divorce. To celebrate Maureen got 6 of her lovers together and enjoyed a gangbang that lasted 5 hours.

I inquired about the gangbang and what had gone on. She started by taking on 3 of the guys at the same time, 1 in each orifice and that was fantastic, then she fucked and sucked them until nobody could get hard. At one time she had 2 of the guys in her pussy at the same time and tried to suck 2 others while jerking the other 2. Maureen admitted that she enjoyed multiple partners and had been involved in several gangbangs. I asked her how she had avoided getting pregnant or did she make the guys wear a rubber. She said that she hated rubbers and that she loved the feeling of cum in her and running down the crack of her ass or in her mouth. And she didn’t know why she had never gotten pregnant. I asked if she had ever had more than 6 guys at once. She then volunteered that she had fucked at least 75 or a 100 different guys.

To my surprise I had developed an erection from all this talk and the pictures appearing in my mind. I picked Maureen up and put her on the table then sat down in my chair and started licking and sucking her twat. I kept this up until she told me to fuck her so I stood up and entered her and started a furious fuck. She wrapped her legs around me and squeezed me into her as hard as she could. I was amazed at how good her pussy felt, it was like I was fucking a near virgin, not someone who had fucked maybe a hundred guys. I out did myself as I lasted at least 30 minuets before I had a dam busting orgasm. I must have deposited at least a quart of cum in her.

When my cock slipped from her vagina she moved down and took it in her mouth and licked and sucked all my cum and her pussy juices from it. After she finished she laid back and told me it was my turn to clean her up. There she was on the dining table with her legs spread and her pussy begging to be eaten. I leaned forward and started licking her thighs and moved to her open cum filled pussy where I started sucking her clit and running my tongue from her asshole back to her pussy. I continued with this until she had another orgasm and that is when I learned that she lost control of her bladder at the same time that she would cum. The stronger the orgasm the more she peed. I found this excited me and I made sure to lick up all the juices in and around her vagina.

I can explain my addiction to the taste of a woman’s vagina because it is something that I truly love, I enjoy the taste, the smell and the feel of them. As mentioned previously I have eaten women before, during and after they were fucked, during their periods and when they have peed. I prefer a woman with a heavy growth of pubic hair as the hair holds her aroma. I would rather eat a woman who hasn’t bathed for a day rather than just after a bath. The older lady [she was 34] I mentioned earlier in this narrative happened to be my aunt and she insisted that this was a normal thing for a gentleman to do to impress his lady. Come to think of it my aunt was very hairy. Aunt Jean also taught me that a woman has as much right to have multiple sex partners and perform as many different sex acts as a man without being considered a slut, whore or any other derogatory name, and I agree, the more experience and the more partners only makes her more desirable at least to me.

I will end at this point; the second part will be forth coming if this writing receives a decent response. Part starts with Maureen and me getting married.

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Work was SO fucking boring that day, I swear. I had to do something to liven it up, we were practically falling asleep onstage, and that’s no way to get ANYONE off, but at least there was one halfway interesting guy in the place. I sort of buzzed around him between sets, and we ended up chatting a good long while. Through pretty much all of my shift, actually.

At some point I realized it was time for last call, and made the appropriate announcements. Since it was so bloody slow, I got to hang out with Mr. Mystery even while I cleaned up, and when 2 am rolled around I didn’t toss him out the door. Fuck it, I figured, I could use the company since cleaning up was a real pisser.

‘I bet you hate cleaning up after these fucking pigs,’ he said and we both laughed. He was sort of geeky looking, with glasses and his hair was kinda crazy, but the overall effect was appealing. Sort of innocent-looking. I grinned at the thought and he caught me.’What are you laughing at, huh?’ he asked good-naturedly, and grinned himself.

I just kept grinning at him, and walked away to put up the barstools. I was still in my work clothes, which this evening consisted of this hot stretch-velvet black and white leopardskin print dress that barely covered my ass, a black lace thong and thigh-high black vinyl stilleto boots. I could feel his eyes crawling on my ass as I strutted around and I was starting to get off on it.

‘So what’d you ask me to stay for?’ he asked me, playing dumb. I took his cue. ‘Oh, you know how it is… these stools get SO heavy at the end of the night…’ I even batted my lashes. He laughed out loud. I turned to put up another stool. Then I felt him behind me, close behind, and I turned around.

‘Playful little slut, aren’t you?’ he said, looking down at me. ‘What are YOU going to do about it?’ I retorted, and lightly pushed on his chest seeking to exit.

Instead he grabbed my wrists with his hands and twisted them behind my back, then pulled me tightly against him, where I could feel his cock hardening in his jeans. ‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ he whispered before dipping his head to lick my throat. I started to fight his grip but he was STRONG. I was beginning to see who was REALLY in control here, and despite a sense of unease, I felt myself getting a little damp between my legs.

He was alot bigger than me, and so it was easy for him to grip both of my wrists in one of his hands. Adjusting me a little bit, he freed one of his hands, and he pinched my ass through my dress… HARD!

‘Ow, you DICK!’ I hissed at him, but not without noticing my breathing had begun to get heavy. I struggled a little bit, but my wriggling only seemed to arouse the bastard more. He pinned me against the bar behind me, which held me enough off balance that I couldn’t try to kick at him and which caused discomfort if I struggled or leaned anywhere but into him. I glared up at him.

‘What next, asshole? You gonna rape me?’ He laughed… the asshole LAUGHED!… again. He was having entirely too much fun at my expense. ‘No, rape implies that you won’t like what I do to you… and make you do to me.’ No ego there, eh?

He bent his head to my throat again, this time nibbling his way up to my ear, where he whispered ‘I KNOW you like this, fuckslut.’ Then he bit my neck, harder. I gasped and moaned a little. ‘Stop it, let me go dammit!’ But despite the fear, the little bit of pain had hardened my nipples… and he could see that quite clearly.

‘Oooh, stop it!’ he mimicked, looking down at my breasts, heaving with my breathing and specifically at the hard nubs of my nipples. ‘Yeah, you sleaze, you REALLY want me to stop, don’t you?’

I squirmed around more, trying to free my arms or get the balance I needed to kick him. Instead, he took his damned free hand and slid Escort Bayan it up my arm to my shoulder gently enough to give me goosebumps. Then he grabbed the top of my ‘dress’ and yanked… popping the strap and leaving a red welt already forming on the shoulder as I yelped.

‘You FUCKER, what do you think you’re doing?’ I demanded, trying to ignore the fact that my breast was hanging out and grazing his chest as I spoke. He didn’t, though, and smiling at me again bent his head down to it.

His tongue traced a wet little circle around my nipple, then he bared his teeth. ‘Mama,’ he said in a snide tone of voice, then nipped the sensitive, hard nipple. I jumped, and moaned, but this time offered little resistance… my panties were creamy, I couldn’t believe my body was getting off on this! He still firmly held my arms behind me, and used this to bend me backward, shoving the naked tit up at himself.

‘Oh, look, you CAN obey,’ he murmured as he captured my entire nipple in his mouth and began to suck on me. I shivered a little as I felt his tongue lapping and his mouth sucking. I also relaxed against him a little bit, offering a little bit despite myself.

He yanked on my dress again, this time tearing the rest off and baring my entire upper body down to my belly button. I stood there, panting, as he stared at them. I couldn’t look at him. I guess I should have because suddenly he wrenched the rest of my dress from my body and I was pinned there in nothing but black lace panties and thigh high boots!

I jumped and began to fight anew, and he spun me around, keeping hold of my wrists. Suddenly I found myself bent over the next stool I was planning to put up, with my hands again behind me and my ass in the air.

‘Girls who can’t obey get spanked, Michelle,’ he purred, and I immediately began to kick… to no avail, because his huge hand slapped down on my bare ass cheek hard enough to ring in my ears and bring tears to my eyes. I immediately stopped kicking, and the hand that had just slapped my ass was suddenly tenderly rubbing my ass, gently rubbing my cheeks, and stopping for a finger to trace the line where my thong disappeared in between my legs. Confused and scared I found myself undoubtedly turned on by the whole scenario, and wildly hoping he would both leave me alone and touch me more.

As I lay over the seat of the stool, I heard him rustling around behind me and wondered what he was doing. I stopped wondering when I heard the unmistakeable sound of a zipper… he was taking out his dick!

‘I think you need a little lesson, you know that?’ he said, as he continued to move around behind me. I knew he’d undone his zipper but had no idea what he was doing beyond that, and was tense, awaiting invasion from behind. I was kind of HOPING for it, at this point, and was a little freaked out about it.

Instead, I felt myself being picked up and turned over. I realized I had my eyes closed, and when I opened them I saw HIM again… he had one wrist in each of his hands, and turned me to face him. Then, he pushed me down to the dirty floor with his grip, and to avoid falling over I had to go down like he wanted. I looked up at him, blinking a little to clear my vision and get the tears out of my eyes. I was breathing heavily, and my naked boobs were heaving, making it obvious to him that I was getting something out of this.

I saw his cock, now level with my face and had a good idea of what he wanted. ‘I… I’ll suck you if you want me to,’ I whispered hesitantly, strangely hungry. He laughed again, humiliating me further… then I felt wetness on my face.

He’d started to piss in my face! He spread my arms out to the sides so there was no way to shield myself, and hot piss streamed from him, soaking my face, running down my naked Bayan Escort body and puddling on the floor where I knelt. I heard, felt and smelled him peeing all over me, and instead of crying for him to stop or bitching his nasty ass out, I felt myself becoming even more turned on… I writhed in his spray, opening my mouth so that I could drink it, thrusting my naked tits out further to bathe in it and spreading my thighs feeling it soaking through my already wet panties as it ran down me.

‘Oh you are the little slut, aren’t you,’ he sighed when he saw I was ENJOYING the shower. I saw the flow start to ebb and saw his dick getting harder.

‘Let me lick it clean,’ I asked him, staring at his cock. He thrust it in my face and allowed me to lick the droplets of urine which had dampened it. He raised my arms over my head and again grasped them in one hand, freeing his other hand to grasp the shaft of his penis.

He slapped my face with his wet, hard dick… leaving his piss and my spit on my face. When he laughed at me I squirmed in my puddle, still kneeling. ‘Open wide,’ he said and as I did I felt him hammer himself home deep into my throat, gagging me and choking me.I couldn’t breathe but he left his cock in my throat, and I started to writhe around trying to get air. Finally, just when I started to panic and thought I’d pass out he yanked it out of my mouth.

I sat there, reeking of the piss that dripped from me and gasping for air. He started to jack his cock in my face, calling me names the whole time. ‘You like my cock, bitch? Yeah, you do, you like everything about it, my piss, my cum. How would you like to eat my cum, fuckslut?’ He held me motionless as I stared at his penis, watching his hand moving up and down the slick shaft… then he stopped.

‘Get up,’ he commanded. Then I noticed he wasn’t holding onto my hands anymore… how had I missed that, I wondered. For some crazy reason, I did what he told me. ‘Take off those panties,’ was next.

I slid the piss-soaked panties down over my boots to the floor, then stepped out of them. ‘Pick them up.’ I bent over and picked them up, holding them in my hands but keeping my eyes riveted on him. ‘Now, suck my piss out of them.’ I hesitated. Suck HIS piss out of MY panties… this was fucking insanity!

I held the saturated lace up to my face, and opened my mouth. Suddenly I was practically orgasming… I felt so dirty, so nasty, so vile… and I was getting OFF on it. Instead of just sucking the piss, I gave him a shitty look, leaned my head back and wrung them out over my mouth, gulping the urine that trickled out. ‘That all?’ I asked as I finished, wiping my mouth with the fabric.

I’d succeeded in surprising him, I felt. He stood there, looking at me… but his cock JERKED. He grabbed me by my hair and kissed me, hard and deep, sucking on my tongue hard until I thought he’d rip it out of my mouth. Then, he grabbed my tit and mercilessly twisted my nipple until I thought he’d rip it off my body. I matched him, grabbing his cock and squeezing it in my hand, hard.

I found myself lifted off the floor as his hands grabbed my ass and squeezed… squeezed so hard I knew I’d have fingerprints for days. We kissed, all tongues and teeth, savagely. I felt my ass being pulled apart by his hands, the cheeks still absolutely squashed by his grasp, and felt both my asshole and my pussyhole spreading as he pulled them open.

I pulled my face away from his and he reached up and slapped me. I gasped and whimpered a little bit, then felt his knee pushing its way between my legs. Gratefully I spread my thighs for him and began to grind my pussy down on his thigh. I thought his grip on my ass was going to split me, and the pain made me crazy. I bit his neck, hard, and heard him curse at me, Escort then he bit mine, and didn’t let go. I felt his teeth sinking into the flesh of my neck and moaned, loudly.

At that same second, I felt fingers shoved into my asshole… from both of his hands! He was plunging fingers into me, then spreading my asshole wide as he chewed on my neck… I humped his thigh, crying into his chest and he viciously spread my ass wider open. Suddenly the fingers were gone and I was empty, and just as suddenly I was yanked back from his chest… my back bent, my legs spread, and my pussy open for the world.

He plunged his hand into my gaping pussy, shoving first three, then four fingers into me. Clinging to him to keep my balance, I spread my thighs the best I could, and took his hand… he was muttering something but I didn’t know what, and he shoved it into me and yanked it out of me. I saw his hand drenched with my lube, and all I could think about was wanting him back in me.

I felt myself falling, and didn’t realize he’d thrown me to the floor until I hit, in a sprawl of naked flesh and black vinyl. I lay on the wet carpet, still panting, with my legs spread, as he yanked his pants down his legs. Then he was on his knees in front of me, pushing me farther down until I lay all the way down, my hair starting to soak the piss up from the carpet. Grabbing my thighs in his hands he violently yanked my legs apart and in the same motion centered himself between them and plunged into me.

I let out a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan, as his cock ripped into my raw pussy, already sore from the invasion of his hand. He tore into me with a cock that was absolutely HUGE and fucked me like a dog, ramming it into me and grunting with the force. I thought I was torn apart, but loved every second of the violent fuck, and wrapped my legs around his pumping waist. He still gripped my thighs, and I felt him squeezing as the first orgasm ripped through me. My whole body convulsed, my hips slammed up to meet him and I was crying through the grunts and moans we were both making. The smell of fucking and piss intensified it, and one convulsion turned into two…. I lay beneath this rutting bastard powerless to do anything but orgasm, and I came and came and came… but still he didn’t.

He yanked his cock out of my dripping hole in the middle of my orgasms, disappointing me. Using my thighs, he spread me further and lifted me a little bit off the floor… then he let go of me with one hand to grab his dick and reposition it between my legs. Then he slammed home again – this time stuffing that hard, wet, throbbing dick right into my poor torn asshole!

I screamed with the pain of his new invasion, and felt wetness in my asshole… oh god it burned, but it made me cum again, and I thrashed underneath him as he plunged himself in and out of my ass. I gouged his back, and bit his chest in my frenzy, and he slapped me again. The pain combined with the orgasm created a feeling indescribable in its sheer dirty ecstacy, and I felt him growing within me, getting ready to shoot his load in my ass.

‘Dirty fuckslut, aren’t you?’ he breathed and I felt him start to jerk inside my ass. He was cumming, I KNEW it, I thought, and fucked his cock with my ass, wanting to milk all the jizz I could. He yanked himself out of my asshole while he was still cumming and yelled ‘Drink this, cunt!’

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth just as the first spurt hit my face, then tasted piss, pussyjuice and my own asshole on the jerking squirting dick that filled my mouth. Greedily I sucked him, licking myself off and swallowing his cum. I sucked until I felt him go completely soft, then collapsed on the floor, panting and spasming.

He got off me, knelt over me, and used what was left of my dress to wipe himself clean. He shook the last little driblets of semen out of himself off in my face, then got up.

‘You’d better lock this,’ he said on his way out of the bar. ‘You never know what kind of sick fucker’s gonna come through that door.’

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Tom awoke the next morning to an empty bed. Eyes opening upon the ceiling, he immediately recalled his dream from the night before.

I’ve dreamt about Ms. Lione a lot, but never in greater detail than that, he marveled to himself. I better write this one down before I forget it.

Rolling over, Tom noticed an unfamiliar nightstand and paused. Dumbfounded, he turned back over and saw a mirror.

That’s strange, he thought. My room doesn’t have a full-length mirror.

A few moments passed. Finally, through the fog in his stirring brain, Tom realized that he hadn’t been dreaming after all. Bolting up from the bed, he slapped his cheek lightly with an open hand.

“Shit, this really did happen!” he said aloud softly. “I actually had sex with Ms. Lione! Yes!”

Rising from Ms. Lione’s king-sized bed, Tom saw no evidence of his lover from the previous night — just a white cotton men’s bathroom folded neatly on a chair by the nightstand. Tom picked up the robe and wrapped and tied it around his naked body. Opening Ms. Lione’s bedroom door he was immediately hit with the smell of pancakes sizzling on a griddle. Tentatively, he walked down the hallway and descended the staircase.

Following his nose to the kitchen, Tom got his first glimpse of his lover, standing with her back to him, leaning over the stove. Dressed in a tight black top, an even tighter pair of stylish black designer jeans were tucked into her ubiquitous knee-high, high-heeled black boots.

As Tom drank in the scene of her firm ass gently rocking and swaying, a hard-on began to press against his robe. I don’t care how old she is, he said to himself, admiring her like a fine work of art in a museum, this isn’t your father’s librarian. What a body. I can’t believe I actually slept with it. How lucky can I get?

Sensing that she wasn’t alone in the room anymore, Ms. Lione finally turned around.

“Well, it’s about time you got up,” she said with a smile, sauntering sexily over to her young lover, the sole and three inch heels of her boots click clacking on the linoleum kitchen floor. “I thought you were going to sleep right through the weekend. You came within minutes of getting my patented wake-up call; guaranteed to get a rise out of any man — and it has.”

“Sounds like a call that would have been worth a few more zzzzs,” Tom said.

The two embraced, wrapping their arms around each other’s respective waists and moved their faces close for a soft, passionate open-mouthed kiss.

“Someone could use a toothbrush,” said Angelina slyly, ten seconds later when the pair unlocked lips. “I unwrapped one for you in the upstairs bathroom. Are you hungry? I made you some breakfast. Like pancakes?”

“Starving,” said Tom, his penis hard as steel and his hands still clasped around Angelina’s waist.

“Sit down and I’ll fix you a plate.”

The two uncoupled and Tom eased himself onto a chair at the small circular kitchen table.

“Coffee, tea or me?” purred Angelina with a laugh after she’d retreated to the refrigerator.

“You — any day,” smiled Tom. “And I’ll have a cup of tea, too, please.”

Returning to the table, Angelina set a steaming mug of green tea and a large stack of pancakes in front of her hungry young paramour.

“You really worked up an appetite last night,” she said, sitting across from him at the table, fingers absentmindedly playing with the material of her plunging neck line.”

“Yeah, that was really something,” responded Tom, stabbing at his heaping stack of flapjacks with a fork. “But, you passed out before I…ummm… finished. Are you okay?”

“Okay?! Are you kidding? That was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.”

Angelina reached across the table and gently grabbed Tom’s hand.

“You were so tender, yet forceful,” she said, softly caressing the top of his hand with her thumb. “I couldn’t take it anymore. It’s not the first time I’ve fainted during sex, but no man has ever had quite that effect on me before. Somehow, you knew every button to push on my body at exactly the right time.”

“Well, that was nine years of stored up passion. I’ve wanted to make love to you since I was 13 and have never wanted to make love to any woman like I made love to you. Listen, Angelina, things happened so fast between us last night, and then you fainted, so I didn’t have a chance to ask…”

“Ask what?”

“You’re not married, are you?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Whewww. That’s a relief. Wait, but who’s the ‘we’ you were talking about, who you go to Rotini’s with?”

“My sister’s family and my mother. They live next door.”

“No boyfriend either?

“Not currently.”

“Whose robe am I wearing, then?”

“A former lover’s. I keep it around for overnight guests.”

“Do you have a lot of overnight guests?” asked Tom cautiously, jealously.

Angelina leaned closer to Tom.

“Let’s just say, I’m accepting applications at the moment,” she answered flirtatiously.

“I see,” said Tom, playing along with Ms. Lione’s game. “What’s Escort Bayan in it for me if I get the job?”

“You get to have direct deposit.”

“Every two weeks?”

“Nahhh-ahhh. More like every two hours. If you’re up for the job. It’s a very demanding workload, you know.”

“I don’t think I’d have any trouble going to work every day. I’d even volunteer for overtime.”

“Oh, really? Then, by my body clock, I think it’s time to start the second interview.”

A roguish smile crept across Ms. Lione’s face and fire burned in her eyes from behind her large-framed glasses as she leaned in further to Tom. Meeting his lover halfway, the two began to kiss softly on the lips. Seconds later the pair rose as one from the table and joined bodies. Still kissing, Tom pressed his body against Angelina’s and moved his hands behind her, grabbing her ass at both cheeks and squeezing them gently like they were two balloons.

Tom’s penis extended quickly and forced its way through his robe, striking Angelina’s camel toe. Meanwhile, the hyper-sexually aroused librarian’s pussy began self-lubricating. The two continued with foreplay for the next several minutes, until Angelina finally came up for air.

“Do me,” she said panting.

“I’ll carry you upstairs,” her partner responded.

“No. There isn’t time. Let’s do it here.”

“On the floor?”

“Yes. Oh my God, I’m so attracted to you.”

Tom did as he was told, gently lowering Angelina’s body to the kitchen tile and disrobing.

“Do you want to take your clothes off?” asked the fully naked young man.

“No,” moaned Angelina, her breasts heaving and face flush from their sexual activity. “Just unzip my pants and get inside me.”

Quickly, Tom obeyed, slid down her already sopping wet red panties and popped his swollen penis inside her bloated clitoris. Both let out a simultaneous groan and lay contented and still for a moment on the hard floor.

Then, slowly at first, Tom brought his penis out of Angelina’s pussy and proceeded to plunge it back in. Then out. Descending deeper into her warm, gushy cavity with each powerful thrust, like a pumpjack on an oil well, he methodically but delicately kept at his task for fifteen hard minutes. Finally, with one last nose-dive Tom struck oil. It was a gusher.

“OH….OHHHH….OHHHHHH!!!!” moaned Angelina in increasing volumes of ecstasy, as the two simultaneously peaked — Tom cumming with the force of water rushing through an uncoiled firehose and Angelina’s orgasm surging to the top floor.

At sex’s end, Tom lay on top of Angelina for a minute; too spent to stand and Angelina in no rush to have him remove his oh-so- satisfying penis from her vagina.

“Man, that was great,” Tom said when he’d finally gotten the strength to lift off of his lover. “Did you like it?”

“What do you think?” asked Angelina sarcastically, still struggling to catch her breath. “You practically fucked me into next week.”

The two lay on their backs recovering until Angelina turned over and placed her left hand on Tom’s heaving chest.

“I think I’m becoming addicted to you,” said Angelina, gently combing what little chest hair Tom had with her long thin fingers with the fire engine red nail polish.

“There are certainly worse addictions,” responded Tom, smiling sweetly at his lover.

The couple cuddled in silence for several minutes until the inherent discomfort of their surroundings forced them off the floor.

“I’ll clean up here. Why don’t you grab a shower?” Angelina told Tom, before straining to reach her 6’2″ lover by standing on the tip toes of her boots and sending him off to the bathroom with a kiss on the lips.

No more than two minutes into freshening up, Angelina surprised Tom, joining her lover in the shower. Despite now twice having sex, it was the first time that Tom had seen Angelina naked and he loved the sight. Her body had more tone than a 51-year old woman had a right to and her breasts — while just average in size — were firm and perky. She looked so good naked that Tom almost forgot that it was his boot and smoking fetishes that attracted Angelina to him.

“To what do I owe this pleasure?” Tom asked.

“I could use some washing up, too,” said Angelina, a twinkle showing in her green-brown eyes.

Tom took the bar of soap he was clutching and began rubbing it delicately over Angelina’s chest.

“That’s not where I need cleaning,” she scolded him playfully, taking Tom’s soap-filled hand and bringing it down to her clit.

Tom became aroused, but not enough to make up for the fact that he had already cummed a rushing river into Angelina only some ten minutes earlier. The librarian seemed to understand even her virile young lover’s limitations and was content to have Tom work his magic fingers instead on her pussy for the next fifteen minutes in his own interpretation of a shower massage.

“You don’t have any plans today, do you?” asked Angelina, after the two dried off, as she stepped a booted foot on a chair in her bedroom Bayan Escort and zipped it up over the same jeans she wore to make love in that morning.

“No, we can spend all day together, if you have no other plans,” said Tom, slipping his boxer shorts over a bulging woody brought forth by the sight of Angelina zipping up her boots.

“Good. Why don’t we grab some lunch at this little café in town? We could try to live on love but you’re a growing boy and need some nourishment.”

“First, we should call a mechanic about your car.”

“We can pick it up on the way.”

“But it doesn’t start, remember?”

“Yes, it does.”

“What? But, you couldn’t get it to turn over.”

“I wasn’t really trying.”

“You mean…”

“Yup, I wanted you to take me home.”

“But you didn’t have to go to that much trouble.”

“Yes, I did. You weren’t going to get inside me that easily. I had to challenge you first and see how you’d react and you responded ex-act-ly like I hoped you would.”

“But how’d you know I wouldn’t just leave when you were insulting me?”

“A calculated gamble, but I knew you wanted me enough to put up with the abuse.”

“So, that was all a test? Geeze that’s cold.”

“Playing games sometimes makes things interesting, my love. Let’s get something to eat. I’m famished. This time it’s my treat.”

With both her boots zipped up, Angelina sauntered to her closet pulled out a smart looking tan blazer and slipped it on.

“Drop me off at Rotini’s,” she continued, picking up her matching pocketbook and turning toward the bedroom door. “You can follow me to the café from there.”

A few minutes later Tom pulled his car up to Angelina’s red VW in Rotini’s parking lot. Hopping out, Angelina turned the lock on the driver’s side and slid in. Inserting the key in the ignition, the engine turned over on the first try. Gripping the top of the steering wheel with her black leather gloved hands, Angelina smiled coyly through the front windshield at Tom. The hot librarian then proceeded to pump the gas pedal with her booted foot, revving the engine slowly then progressively quicker and repeating the pattern three times as if imitating how her partner had been making love to her.

My lord what a nymph she is, Tom said to himself, another erection developing in his pants. Is sex all this woman thinks about? She’s gonna wear me out.

Angelina then put her car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot, Tom following close behind.

“I think you were tailgating me,” said Angelina impishly, crossing her booted legs, the leather footwear squeaking from the friction, as the pair sat down a short time later at an outdoor table at the café. “Maybe when we get back to my house, I’ll let you rear end me in another way.”

Between bites of her avocado and asparagus salad Angelina asked Tom about his career — becoming increasingly physically attracted to him as he told her of his entry-level job as a copy editor for a major publishing house in the city.

“Have to say, Angelina, the past 24 hours has been like a dream to me,” said Tom over dessert. “I know so far it’s been pretty much all physical, but this time with you has been better than I could have imagined.”

“My thoughts exactly, my love,” she said, taking Tom’s hand in her gloved hand bringing it to her full lipstick covered lips and kissing it while staring intently into his eyes. “You’re quite the lover.”

“You bring it out in me, Angelina. But what I really can’t believe, though, is how a beautiful, sophisticated and incredibly sexy woman like you can still be single. It doesn’t make sense to me. You must get asked out all the time, right?”

“At my age?” Angelina said with a harummph, looking back at her salad and picking at it with her fork. “Not exactly. And there’s not a large pool of eligible men to choose from at school.”

“So, you don’t date at all?”

“Not much in the last few years, I’m afraid. Although you were right. The maitre ‘d at Rotinis was hitting on me. He even asked me out on a date.”

“What did you tell him?”

“At the time, prospects for us couldn’t have looked bleaker. This was right after you had trouble lighting my cigarette holder. I told him I’d call him the next day to confirm the date.”

Sweat formed on Tom’s brow.

“Will you?” he asked nervously.

“That depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“Depends on if you want to make us an exclusive, monogamous couple or not.”

“Really? Are you kidding?”

“Darling, I never kid about romance. You’ve stirred feelings and passions in me that haven’t been touched in a long time. Honestly, I don’t know if what you and I have is nothing more than raw, animal lust, but my women’s intuition hints that it’s more intimate, and if that’s the case then I owe it to myself to pursue a relationship with you, my dear. “

“Angelina, this is all happening so fast, my head’s spinning. But I do know that I don’t want to be with anyone else! I’ve wanted to be with you since I was Escort 13. I don’t think we have anything to lose by seeing if we’re compatible outside of the bedroom.”

“Or the kitchen floor…or shower…or anywhere else we feel like making love. The worst that could happen is that we’ll experience perhaps the best sex of our lives. And if that’s wrong, then I don’t want to be right. I can think of no better way to consummate our new arrangement than back at my place after lunch?”

“I’m ready to consummate it now on this table.”

“Down, boy. We’ll be home soon. Oh, damn.”

Oh, damn what?”

“I have to go on a date after all.”

“With the maitre’d?”

“No. Every year, Riverdale hosts this bachelorette auction for charity. I’m already signed up for it. It’s next week. I can’t back out now.”

“Are you sure? I don’t know if I like this. How does it work?”

“Relax, darling, it’s nothing to get jealous about. I’ve been doing this for over 10 years now. Myself and the other bachelorettes at the school take turns parading around a converted runway in the Riverdale auditorium, while gentlemen in the audience bid on us. The highest bidder wins a date.”

“I really don’t like the idea of some rich, horny guy bidding for a date with you.”

“Believe me, if it’s anything like the past few years nothing will happen on the date.”

“What do you wear? Nothing too sexy, I hope.”

“Just a little number from my personal wardrobe. This year, I’ll be modeling a low-cut, but tasteful maroonish-red evening gown with a pair of suede, matching-colored, knee-high, high-heeled boots. And for a special touch — my signature accessory — I’ll be smoking from my long cigarette holder, like a professional model might do when she walks the runway. It’s a knockout look.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of. What man could resist that?”

“Well, I personally have the highest bids of any bachelorette each year, so my use of the cigarette holder might have something to do with it. You should come and watch, it’s fun.”

“I don’t know that I could sit idly by and watch strange men lusting after you, trying to top the next highest bidder. Sounds depressing, not fun.”

“Well, you could bid.”

“Yeah, I could. How much did last year’s winner bid?”

“Two thousand dollars, if I recall correctly.”

“Two grand?!” Oh, my God!”

“You don’t think I’m worth that amount?” Angelina asked in mock indignation.

“No, I don’t.”

Angelina now looked seriously peeved.

“You’re priceless, Angelina,” Tom continued.

“Darlingggg,” Angelina purred, happy again.

“I can’t afford to pay that amount, Angelina. I’m just out of school.”

“I know. But you could try. Who knows, maybe I won’t attract such a high amount this year. But, it is for a good cause…to raise money for the new gymnasium. And, you can write it off on your taxes.”

“Yeah. Okay, I’ll give it a try. Still, if I don’t win, anyone who pays that amount of money for one date must want something in return.”

“You mean, like sex?”

“Yeah. That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“Don’t worry. I haven’t gone to bed with a charity auction date for a few years, but if it happens this time, I promise to think of you when I’m making love.”

“That’s not funny, Angelina. I’m a nervous wreck.”

“Oh, I was just teasing you back, darling. Now that I’ve had the best, I’m not going to settle for the rest. Oh, my dates always want to have sex, but that really would have been charity on my part. The pickings aren’t nearly as good lately as they used to be. The desperation in the air has been so thick you could cut it with a knife. Every one of my dates the past three years ended with my date proposing marriage. I think I must have been the only woman they’ve ever been out with. They were so socially awkward. Although, they weren’t so inept that they couldn’t operate my cigarette lighter when I took out my holder at dinner.”

“You’re not going to let me forget that, are you?”

“Don’t worry, my pet. You’ll get more than enough practice lighting me.”

“And you never went out on more than one date with them?”

“My dear, if they were so sexually inexperienced that they proposed on the first date, I knew they weren’t worth pursuing beyond that. I’m NOT going to get engaged on the first date to some middle aged CPA, who still lives with his mother. But I’ll go on one short, benign date with some loser and that’ll be it, okay?”

“Will you tell him upfront that you’re already spoken for?”

“I don’t think that would go over very well, darling. After paying that much money he’d expect I’d be eligible and would undoubtedly have romantic designs for me. Best I let him down easy without mentioning I already have a boyfriend. Besides, if the next one is anything like my last few dates, he’s bound to shoot himself in the foot during the evening.”

“Okay. Outside of the auctions, you used to date a lot, though, right? You must have.”

“Sure. When I was younger I went out with a different date every night. Blondes, brunettes, redheads. One even proposed after an hour and a half.”

“And you turned him down?”

“Get married? At that time it was too much fun being single. Although, I was in a long-term relationship a few years ago.”

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I pulled my jacket a little closer to myself as I walked through the cold winter night on the way over to my girlfriend’s house. The wind howled through the leafless branches on the trees above, and I could feel the chill cut through my clothes.

“Damn, it’s cold,” I thought, as I picked up my pace. I was on my way over to say hello to Melissa’s friends, who would be hanging out with her tonight. It made me a little jealous, but there were times when I wanted to hang out with my friends, too.

I let myself in the front door, since it was late enough that Melissa’s parents would be asleep. I slipped my athletic shoes off while standing in the foyer, placing them next to the other shoes lined up against the wall. Melissa’s mom liked to keep her carpets clean, so everyone had to walk around barefoot or in socks, which made the house a great place for a foot fetishist like myself.

I shrugged out of my coat and I proceeded down the hallway in my socked feet, padding quietly along the carpeted floor. As I got closer, I could hear girls’ voices coming from Melissa’s room, complete with the occasional giggle.

“So, Melissa, what is this Jon guy like? You guys getting it on yet?” said a voice that drifted into the hallway.

“Oh, yeah,” I heard my girlfriend reply. “It was amazing! He is something else, I can tell you that.”

“Is he really big?” another girl asked.

“Well, he’s not really long,” Melissa responded. “But he’s really big around. I could barely fit him in my mouth!”

“Ewww! You went down on him?” a third girl said with disgust. “That’s totally gross!”

“No, it was really cool,” Melissa assured her friend. “He totally got off on it, and it felt kind of neat. Kind of salty.”

That a girl, I thought, as my girlfriend bragged about me to her friends. I guess I should quit eavesdropping, though. So I turned and walked to the beginning of the hallway and then walked back to Melissa’s room, this time taking heavier steps that announced my approach. This time, no one was talking when I got to the door and knocked.

Melissa opened the door into her room, leaned forward and wrapped her arms around me, planting a kiss on my lips with a “hey, babe”. Then she took me by the hand and led me into the room.

“Everyone, this is my boyfriend Jon,” she said. “Jon, these are my friends Brigitte, Teresa, Angela and Maggie.”

I nodded and waved to the girls in the room, who were curled up on the floor with pillows and blankets. As I looked at them, I realized they were all wearing pajamas or other suitable sleeping clothes. Then I noticed that Melissa was wearing her usual button-down shirt and socks that she wore to bed. This is a slumber party, I thought, with not two or three but five hot girls wearing pajamas and socks! My dreams might have come true.

I took another look at all of the girls. Brigitte was wearing a dark blue pajama shirt and shorts, and had on blue striped thin polyester dress socks that showed off her long, slender feet. Teresa was wearing flannel pajamas with white dress socks, the kind with the gold toe. Maggie was wearing a long sleeping shirt with Winnie the Pooh on it, and she had on white cotton tube socks. Like the over-the-calf tube socks I was wearing, she had hers pushed down to about halfway up her calf.

But Angela was wearing the hottest outfit of anyone. She was wearing gray compression shorts and a matching gray sports bra that showed off her ample C-cup bosom. Her feet were clad in white athletic crew socks with a gray heel and toe.

As I looked at each girl, I felt my cock stir in my sweatpants. By the time I got to Angela, I was close to a full erection. Jeez, I thought, I hope Melissa doesn’t notice! My girlfriend led me by the hand over to her bed, where we both sat down.

“Okay girls, Jon can stay a little while, but we’re going to put him to work,” Melissa said with a sly look on her face. I wonder what she had in mind, I thought.

“Now, I want you to give each of us one of your world-class foot rubs,” she finished, winking at me. “It’s just not fair that I’m the only one that gets to enjoy your amazing hands, so I want to spread some of the joy.”

Oh, crap, I thought. Melissa knows exactly what she’s doing. She knows how much I get off on women in socks! Now I would have a really hard time concealing my hard-on.

“Brigitte, you’re first,” Melissa said, then got up from the bed and gestured for her to sit down next to me.

I got a better look at Brigitte as she came over and sat down beside me, swinging her legs up onto the bed to give me access to her feet. She was somewhat taller than average, with dark brown hair and matching brown eyes. She had long, thin legs and feet that matched.

I took her feet into my hands and began to rub gently on the soles to loosen up her muscles. Her soft striped socks felt almost silky in my hands, and the feeling caused my dick to swell inside my pants. Bostancı escort I kneaded the tense areas of her feet with my thumbs, and squeezed her heels with my strong grip, evoking a quiet moan from her lips. She leaned back and rested on her hands, flexing her feet while I continued working. I finished up by concentrating on her arches, running my fingers along her insoles. As I did that I felt her entire body shiver, and she moaned again, louder this time. That seemed to bring her out of her trance, and she pulled her legs away from me and excused herself from the bed.

“Okay, now Teresa,” Melissa said. The short, pale-skinned girl got up and walked over to the bed. Her hair was a lighter brown, and her very white skin made her look almost like a china doll. I repeated my routine on her, watching her curl the gold toes of her socks up in pleasure and listening to the quiet sounds that escaped her mouth. By this time, I had a throbbing hard-on like no other inside my sweatpants.

“Alright, it’s my turn now,” Melissa said, and the girls shared a few furtive glances and a giggle. What the heck was that about, I thought.

My girlfriend sat back down on the bed with me, extending her white slouch socks toward me. I grabbed her right foot first, and began massaging it with both hands. I bent her toes forward, popping the knuckles one by one. I wrapped a hand around each side of her foot and rubbed her sole with my thumbs, working my way slowly down the length of her foot.

While I massaged her sock-covered foot, Melissa began to moan softly in pleasure. She leaned back on the bed, her eyes closed, completely lost in the moment. Her left foot began to roam around the bed, rubbing back and forth in a seemingly random way. Then her foot crept up onto my lower thigh and started rubbing my leg. For some reason I was too lost in the moment to wonder if any of the girls noticed.

Melissa’s moaning grew a little louder now, and her foot continued its trek up my leg. Her toes reached my crotch first, where she began rubbing them on my balls through my sweatpants and underwear. She brought her hands up from her sides and began rubbing them along her body. Her stomach, her hips, her breasts. Melissa parted her legs a little bit, giving me a nice view of the white cotton panties she wore under her sleep shirt. She slipped one hand under her shirt and began fondling her pussy through her panties as her sock-covered foot moved up and started rubbing my dick through my pants.

I finally remembered that the two of us weren’t alone in the room, but when I looked over to see what the other girls were doing, I found that they were following suit with Melissa. Teresa and Brigitte both had their hands down the pajama bottoms, and Angela was rubbing on herself through her gray shorts. She must not have been wearing underwear, because her shorts were already beginning to soak through in the crotch. The gray toes of her athletic socks were curled up in pleasure while she went to town. And Maggie wasn’t bothering with her underwear, which were now laying on the floor next to her. She had her sleep shirt hiked up far enough that her pussy was quite visible as she fingered herself. Maggie made eye contact with me as I looked in her direction. She blew a sultry kiss to me and winked, then mouthed the words ‘Show us your cock’.

When I looked back to Melissa, I saw that her eyes were now open, and she had watched me look at the rest of the girls. She nodded at me with her eyes full of lust, and said quietly, “Come on, do it.”

I reached down and grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants and my underwear at the same time, and pulled them down, freeing my throbbing unit from its prison. Melissa took her left foot out of my hand and lowered it to my crotch, where it joined with her right foot in rubbing my dick. She then brought her sock-covered feet together around my dick, wrapping the toes around the sides of it like fingers.

Then she began pumping her feet up and down, like one would do with their hand in a hand job. My swollen cock felt like it was going to explode as her soft cotton-clad feet worked up and down on my shaft. This time it was my turn to moan, and my feet curled up in pleasure inside my white tube socks.

This was all having the desired effect on the rest of the girls, who were now all moaning loudly while they masturbated. Lost in pleasure, I watched as Maggie started rubbing her socked feet along Angela’s feet. A few moments later, Angela moved her free hand over to Maggie’s crotch, where she began rubbing the other girl’s pussy. Before long, the girls had stopped servicing themselves and were now concentrating on each other.

Maggie peeled Angela’s gray shorts down, revealing that, indeed, she had not been wearing underwear. Angela helped Maggie out of her sleep shirt, and then pulled her sports bra off over her head, leaving the two girls wearing only their socks.

Brigitte Anadolu Yakası Escort had unbuttoned her pajama shirt and was now fondling her tits with her free hand, her feet pointed straight outward in pleasure inside her blue striped socks. Only Teresa had not revealed any more of her body. But the girl still had her hand down her pants, and her attention seemed rapt on the foot job Melissa was giving me.

“Okay, girls, who else wants to give this a try?” Melissa asked, giving her tired feet and legs a little break.

Though all four girls looked ready, Teresa was the first to stand up. She walked over to the bed and leaned close to Melissa, whispering something in her ear.

“Sure, I don’t see why not,” Melissa replied. “Teresa wants to suck your cock, Jon. But be gentle, she hasn’t done this before.”

The pale-skinned girl took Melissa’s vacated spot on the bed in front of me, meeting my eyes with her own. Her ice-blue eyes cut right through me, and I could see they were filled with desire. It was then that I realized that Teresa was the girl that had sounded so disgusted earlier when the other girls were talking about oral sex. I guess that was just an act.

She kneeled in front of me on the bed, her eyes getting wider each time she looked at my swollen cock. She reached a hand towards it, tentatively at first, and then with more purpose, wrapping her tiny fingers around my dick. Melissa was right; I was only about seven inches long, but was much wider than average. Teresa’s diminutive hand only wrapped about two-thirds of the way around my shaft, which was now turning a purplish-red in excitement.

I slid my legs around Teresa’s kneeling body, and found her feet sticking out from behind her. I started rubbing my sock-covered feet on her soles, hoping to put her more at ease.

After fondling my dick with her hands for a few moments, Teresa opened her mouth wide and brought her head down to my crotch, causing her long brown hair to fall down around her and obscure my view. Then I felt a warm, wet feeling as she wrapped her lips around my cock and slid my unit into her mouth.

The warmth spread further down my dick as she swallowed more and more. I was very surprised when I felt her nose press into the flesh of my pelvis. Damn, had the girl just deep-throated me? Not even Melissa could do that. I moaned very loudly then, feeling my entire cock surrounded by the warmth of her mouth, feeling the head of my cock bump against the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down a few times very slowly, and my face was tingling so much it felt like it was falling asleep.

I moved my hands up to her head, pushing Teresa’s hair back around her head. This gave me the chance to push up and down on her head and control the speed, but it also allowed me to view this blowjob of a lifetime. Teresa’s tiny head seemed dwarfed by my cock, but she still had no trouble swallowing the entire thing as she continued to bob up and down.

Then Melissa was there, helping Teresa up out of her kneeling position. “Alright, that’s enough, we can’t let him cum just yet,” my girlfriend said. “Angela, Maggie, I hate to split you two up, but does one of you want a turn?”

Angela stood up, leaving her friend on the floor by herself. But no sooner had she gotten to the bed than Melissa had taken her place. I watched in fascination as my girlfriend planted a sensual kiss on Maggie’s lips and began fondling her tits.

But I didn’t have too long to worry about that, because Angela hopped up on the bed next to me and pulled my sweatpants and underwear the rest of the way off. Then she grabbed my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, leaving me wearing just a pair of white tube socks.

“I want one of those killer foot rubs you gave Brigitte and Teresa,” Angela cooed, as she grabbed my cock with one hand and started pumping it gently up and down. “And then I want to jerk you off with my feet.”

She leaned back and laid down across from me, extending her socked feet in my direction. I took her left foot in my hands and began rubbing it, while she moved her right foot down to my crotch. The gray toe of her white athletic sock reached down in between my legs and gently nudged my balls from underneath, then moved up and began rubbing them from in front.

As I tugged on her toes through her soft cotton socks, popping the knuckles of her stressed toes, she slid her right foot up, running her toes along the side of my shaft. While I squeezed her left heel, she planted her right heel in front of my balls, pressing in on them while the length of her foot rubbed side-to-side on the underside of my cock.

We both moaned as we provided the other with pleasure. I moved my thumbs to her arch and instep, and she did the same with her other foot, rubbing the soft arch area of her sock up and down my dick.

I noticed now that she had parted her legs slightly, giving me a view Kadıköy Escort of her naked pusssy. She slid one of her hands down to her crotch and began masturbating while I rubbed her feet. Her bare breasts were less impressive since she was laying on her back, but her nipples were very erect, sticking out almost an inch in sheer pleasure.

She withdrew her left foot from my hand and it joined her right foot, the two sandwiching my cock between them. The purple head of my cock stuck out between the white soles of her stocking feet. The color stood out against the white cotton socks with their gray heels and toes. Her feet pumped up and down faster now, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to an orgasm.

But then, Melissa appeared again, this time naked like Maggie and Angela. Brigitte and Teresa stood next to her, also wearing nothing but their socks. A moment later they were joined by Maggie, who was wiping her shirt on her mouth, which had been wet for some reason.

“Okay, I’ve got an idea,” Melissa said. “Maggie, why don’t you finish off Jon here, and the rest of us will join you on the bed for a little fun. What do you say?”

With that, the four girls climbed into the bed, joining Angela and myself. I could scarcely believe this was happening. I was in a bed with five hot girls wearing nothing but socks.

Maggie took Angela’s spot across from me, and Angela moved over next to me, stretching her body out next to mine. Melissa moved next to Angela, and kissed her full on the lips right next to me before turning her body around in a 69 position. Teresa squeezed in at the foot of the bed, down where Maggie was. And Brigitte slid onto the bed behind me, extending one of her legs down next to me.

Maggie lifted her left leg, grabbing the top of her tube sock and pulling it back up her leg until it was tight and it stretched to the top of her calf. She repeated the process with her right leg. Then she extended her legs toward my crotch, but instead of putting her feet on my dick she pushed her legs out even further, until my dick was sandwiched between her calves.

Her white tube socks fit her perfectly, and the soft cotton material felt heavenly as it rubbed against the sides of my cock. Her slightly dirty soles were resting on my chest, and I leaned forward and sniffed them, smelling the slight odor of sweat on them. I used my left hand to rub on one of Maggie’s feet, and with my right foot I grabbed Brigitte’s outstretched foot, rubbing it as well.

My eyes tried to take in everything at once, which proved difficult to do. Angela and Melissa were locked in a 69, licking each other’s pussies. Teresa was fondling herself at the far end of the bed, her gold-toed socks curled up in pleasure. And behind me, Brigitte was sitting Indian-style and finger fucking herself, with one of her legs stretched out next to me while I rubbed on her socked foot.

Maggie began fingering herself then, and grabbed one of my tube sock-clad feet with her free hand and started nibbling on my toes. Then she pulled her legs in towards herself, bringing her feet even with my cock. She wrapped her cotton-covered toes around my dick and started pumping up and down.

“Oh, god, yes,” I cried, feeling an orgasm once again build in my loins. I squeezed Brigitte’s foot harder, and heard her cry out in pleasure behind me. Maggie sensed my urgency and pumped her socked feet faster.

“Oh, yes, don’t stop,” I gasped, and Maggie responded by pumping her feet faster still. I saw Brigitte’s foot fold back, her toes curling as she got closer to an orgasm. Then her foot pointed forward like a ballerina, and I felt her body shudder behind me as she came. Teresa moaned loudly about that time, and then again with an orgasm, and she slowed down her pace and eventually stopped.

Muffled cries of pleasure came from Melissa and Angela as they both neared orgasm, and then both raised their heads and cried out in pleasure as they came a few moments later.

Now the four girls concentrated on Maggie and I, who were both getting very close to an orgasm. The head of my cock glistened in between Maggie’s socked feet, a large drop of pre-cum having formed.

“Oh, yes, I’m going to cum,” I said with a gasp. A chorus of hoots and hoorays came from the other girls as I neared my orgasm. Melissa began rubbing Maggie’s pussy, allowing the girl to concentrate on the foot job she was giving me. Brigitte slid around to my left side, slid her hand underneath Maggie’s feet and began rubbing my balls.

Maggie’s feet seemed a blur now. She must have gotten lessons from Melissa, I thought. Her soft socks slid up and down my shaft while Brigitte fondled my balls. Closer and closer I got, until I felt my cock on the verge of exploding.

“OH YES!” I cried, as I shot my load up into the air. Load after load of cum spurted out, falling back onto Maggie’s socked feet and Brigitte’s hand. I lay back and closed my eyes, exhausted. Melissa leaned forward and lay down next to me as Maggie continued to rub her socks along my crotch, cleaning up my enormous load of cum.

“Hey baby,” Melissa whispered, planting a kiss on my lips. “Did you like the surprise I planned for you?”

“I sure did.”

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Writer’s note: Arin is an andyne – andynes are bird-winged people from my other work, like Arthur Deepuin and Digitalis. Grisderms are kind of alien-lizard-looking people, and for a grisderm man to be “matronly” is considered a good/normal thing, since the male grisderms are the ones who give birth.

*

Arin’s sparrow-colored wings twitched uneasily. She stood in the overcrowded break room of her airship’s galley around 2:00 in the morning for a quarterly meeting with the galley staff, regarding orders and productivity. There were a few issues to work out, but the meeting had been short and sweet, mainly because the galley staff needed to start work for the day’s first breakfast rush at 5AM.

Arin stowed her notes away in the pocket of her white, ruffled dress; she’d dozed off at her desk in Accounting sometime between 8 and 10pm, and woke just in time to sprint down to the galley in her socks for the meeting. Her sleep-tousled shoulder-length crimson hair was somewhat tamed, held back like a headband by her thick-framed cokebottle glasses, and there were dark rings underneath her eyes. In addition to forgetting her shoes, she’d neglected to use the bathroom in her hurry to make it to the meeting. Arin’s notoriously large andyne bladder was painfully full, and her sleep-deprived brain couldn’t even recall the last time she’d used a bathroom, though she knew it had to have been at least twenty-four hours.

“Take some fresh donuts with you, Captain, you’re looking a little peaky,” said the galley head, a matronly old grisderm, fastening his hairnet. There was a bag of fresh donuts on the table for Arin, and she took it gratefully, thanked the galley staff for their time and shuffled out of the break room. She had to get back to her quarters, three decks up on the opposite end of the ship. There was a long hallway that ran almost the length of the crew deck, an elevator ride, and another three corridors between Arin and her quarters. There would be bathrooms on the way on the crew deck, but they were all off of rooms that had been locked for the night.

The pattern of the dark, freshly-mopped linoleum of the crew deck was a repeating design of dark blue squares against a slightly darker green background. The subtle geometry Bostancı escort of it gave it an odd, cascading quality, almost like a waterfall-

Arin looked up from the floor: waterfalls definitely weren’t the mental image she needed at the moment. She quickened her pace, tightening her kegel muscles in order to further delay the inevitable, but her effort backfired. The pressure on her bladder was too great and a small, hot drop of piss leaked out of her, soaking into her underwear as she jogged along. Arin briefly tried to use her wings to propel her a little faster up the hall, but she could already feel herself starting to lose control: she couldn’t hold it. She stopped and glanced desperately at the signs nearest to her in the hallway: “Calligraphy Club,” “Office Supplies,” “Bio Disposal Facilities,” and “Swimming Pool.”

Arin tried the closest door first: the calligraphy club. It was locked. She tried bio-disposal next since it would at least have a bucket, but that was locked too, as was the office supplies door. The last – which Arin approached with a hand clamped between her legs – was the door to the swimming pool. Arin pushed hard on the door in frustration and it opened easily, clattering against the wall behind it and breaking the early-morning silence like a gunshot. Arin barrelled forward into the pool area. The main lights were off but the pool lights had been left on, giving the room a soft, bluish glow. Arin immediately spotted the door to the showers and ran for it, yanking up her white dress to pull aside her soiled underwear. She pulled on the door handle with the hand holding her bag of donuts. It didn’t budge.

Arin wanted to scream in frustration – but if she did she’d lose what little control she had left of her bladder. Instead she turned around, facing the pool. It was a large saltwater pool with a new, efficient filtration system – she knew because she’d had to replace it. She dropped her bag of donuts next to the door, hitched up the remainder of her dress and squatted on the edge of the pool. A small, hesitant splash preceded an explosive jet of bright yellow piss from her quivering, unshaven vulva. Arin leaned back, sticking out one of her brown wings for balance and aiming her pelvis Anadolu Yakası Escort upward. sending an impressive arch over the calm blue water.

The splashing was louder than Arin had expected, but didn’t quite drown out the long moan of relief that escaped her. It felt good, like she was draining all the tension she’d built up over the past weeks with the contents of her bladder. Her arch wavered a few seconds later before ceasing suddenly. Lights from the ripples in the water danced on the darkened tile walls and ceiling as Arin spread her legs wider and forced out a series of smaller arches, each lasting five to ten seconds, until it stopped coming out.

“Phew,” sighed Arin, letting out a final jet into the salt water of the pool. She let herself flop back on the warm tile floor, breathing deeply. For the first time in months, she felt truly relaxed.

Arin lay on her back, with her wings folded neatly on either side of her. She watched the light from the surface of the pool dancing faintly on the high ceiling and listened to the soft swishing of the water. She felt good. Arin slid a hand across her thigh, closing her eyes. There were cool droplets of liquid in her crimson pubic hair. Arin neither knew nor cared whether these droplets were pee or splashback from the pool; they were cool and refreshing as she slid two fingers into her soaked pussy.

It didn’t take much to start feeling good: Arin’s clitoris was already hard. She stimulated it, tracing small circles around it with her fingers with one hand and penetrating herself with two fingers of the other.

“MmmMMMM!” Arin’s voice echoed off the walls. It made her glad she was alone. Her wings tightened to her sides and she lifted her buttocks, adding in a third finger and speeding up her hands. She was hot, and her heart was racing. Her body began to tighten, and a warm sensation began building in her middle with the tension. She moaned again, not even caring how loud she was. “MMMMMMhhh!”

Arin cried out when her orgasm hit her. The contractions came in waves, spreading through Arin’s body and leaving her warm, relaxed, and a little shaky. She was still sensitive, and continued playing with herself for a few moments before lying back, panting Kadıköy Escort contentedly.

Arin rested on the floor for what felt like at least an hour, but according to the clock on the wall, presiding balefully over the pool, had been less than five minutes. Arin wanted to fall asleep there, but she needed to get back to her quarters to start the paperwork for a new hire to the ship, who was scheduled to meet her at 5:30am. She managed to put off sitting up for several long seconds before her bladder spasmed: she’d always needed to pee after masturbating, and this time was no exception, she supposed. Slowly, Arin pulled herself up. She pushed her hips out carefully, spread her swollen labia and let loose. A heavy flow of urine sprayed out over the water, lasting almost twenty seconds. Arin sighed again: she didn’t think she’d had to go that much. As the small torrent slowed, her eyes wandered upward, only to meet the last thing she’d been expecting: another pair of eyes.

Standing next to a pile of pool floats between the doors to the locker rooms was a petite young woman. She was human, and with a thick braid of pink hair trailing down past her waist, clashing with her bright red face and wide blue eyes. Arin didn’t recognize her.

The young woman mumbled something and stared at the ground awkwardly while Arin scrambled to cover herself and stand up.

“I’m…” Arin looked down at herself: there was a large wet spot up the side of her dress, and she was standing in a puddle of her own urine, mixed with pool water. “Um…hi. I’m… really, really sorry you had to see that.”

“Hi,” said the girl in a quiet voice. “I’m sorry. I really am. I’ll go now.” She came forward shyly, toward the door to the hall, but stopped short of Arin, her eyes down.

Arin’s stomach dropped. This was not a first impression she’d wanted to make. “You’re the new hire, aren’t you? Tawny? ” she blurted out.

“I…Yes-…” Tawny’s voice trailed off. “I..um…I was just taking a nap before going to meet the captain.”

Arin took a deep breath. “Well, you’re meeting with her now. If you like, you can come back up with me and nap on my couch while you wait for our meeting. I guarantee that it’s more comfortable than pool equipment. And I have some donuts if you’re hungry.” The bag of donuts still sat next to the women’s locker room door, completely dry.

Tawny took a deep breath, looked Arin in the eye very briefly and nodded. She followed Arin back out into the hall, sidestepping the puddle on the floor.

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I was relieved my ordeal of the past few days would soon be over. I was to be discharged from the hospital. As I rolled over on my side as directed by the nurse standing over me, I hoped I was about to endure the last indignity of what seemed like a never ending string of humiliating experiences. I soon felt the familiar rush of cool air as the nurse lowered my pajama bottoms exposing my behind followed by the sensation of the thermometer be pushed deep in my rectum. As I lay there exposed with the glass instrument sticking out of my backside, I thought of the events of the past few days.

It all started when I noticed a drop of blood in my stool. Less than 24-hours later I found myself at the clinic up on a table with a strange woman’s finger up my ass. She poked and probed my rear quarters with her gloved finger followed by a visual inspection using a small instrument to look up inside of me. Peeling off her glove she came around to my front and reported she did not find any tears, lesions or other obvious reasons for the discharge of blood. She had me climb down off the table and stand in front of her as she sat on a stool and pulled on another pair of gloves. She proceeded to examine my genital area. After a quick check and the obligatory turn your head and cough, the exam was over. As I stood nude in front of her she explained that although she didn’t find anything, she thought it would be prudent for me to see a specialist. With that she said she needed to do one last thing before I could dress. She went over to a cabinet and pulled out a thermometer. I was told to turn around and bend over. She was going to take my temperature in my bottom. I soon felt the cold rod entering me. I couldn’t believe she remained seated with a fully unobstructed view of my butt and testicles hanging between my legs. When she finally pulled the thermometer out and said I could get dressed I hastily pulled on my clothes not caring she remained in the room speaking to me the entire time.

They were able to squeeze me in for an appointment with the specialist the next day. The doctor- who was female and looked very, very young, came out to introduce herself and escort me back to her office. She didn’t look like a doctor at all. She was dressed in a short skirt that showed much of her very attractive legs, dress shoes with a slight heel and a form fitting top. Looking at her as we made our way back to her office I wondered what I had gotten myself into thinking about the upcoming exam. Her office was exquisite. The chairs were leather and her desk was a dark cherry color. As I settled into a chair next to her desk things started bad and went downhill from there. As she looked over my file she noted her friendship with the doctor who saw me at the clinic the day before. She commented on how good a doctor she is and with a smile and a chuckle said more as a statement than a question she is really good looking too. As she studied my chart she lifted her head and peered at me through her glasses and in a sly kind of way said something to the effect of looks like she gave you a pretty thorough going over. With that she took off her glasses and came around and sat on the corner of the desk right in front of me. She said she wanted to begin by talking about the exam I was given yesterday because this will help in her assessment. This sounded reasonable to me at the time.

She began by asking if yesterday was the first time I had been examined by a woman doctor. When I said yes, she followed up by asking if the doctor had me take off all my clothes for the exam. When I nodded she followed up by asking how I feel having to take all my clothes off for her and then being examined by her while nude? I really didn’t know where this was going but I was getting mighty uncomfortable given the direction of her questions.

She next confirmed the doctor gave me a rectal exam. She wanted to know what position I was put in for the rectal. She asked whether I had any discomfort when the doctor put her finger up inside of me. She also noted I was given a genital exam. Again, she wanted to know what position I was in for the exam.

I was becoming more and more embarrassed by the questions. She wanted to know if I ever put anything up inside of me, and if I could think of any reasons for the discharge. After more than a half hour of questions, she announced she next wanted to examine me. She directed me to the adjourning exam room. I was told to take off all my clothes and don the gown that was on the table in the room. As I turned toward the room she repeated I need you to take off all your clothes for the exam. She told me to let her know when I was ready.

I made my way to the exam room. It contained an elaborate array of instruments and other medical equipment. Right in the middle was the most unusual looking exam table. I spent a considerable amount of time looking around and then remembered the doctor’s order for me to undress. When I had all my clothes off I reached Bostancı escort for the gown. I couldn’t believe it. It was more like a tee shirt than a gown. It only came down to my waist. My entire lower half was exposed. I thought to myself, this is just great. I went to the door and only sticking my head out announced in a weak voice I was ready for her.

I was taken aback when a woman much closer to my age entered instead. I instinctively covered my front. She announced she would be taking care of preliminaries and getting me ready for the doctor. I was lead over to the scale to have my weight and height registered. When I stepped up on the scale and placed my hands at my side as directed she had a full view of my genital area and my rear end. She was so close to me I could smell her perfume. At one point she tapped me on the bottom to get me to move forward on the scale. Next I was told to be seated on a stool next to the desk so she could get a blood sample. When this was competed she directed me to hop up on the exam table where she checked my blood pressure and took other vitals including making me raise the shirt type gown to almost my neck so she could listen to my front and back with a stethoscope.

When she finished she said it was time to get me ready for the doctor. She told me to get up on the table on my stomach and position my legs and feet in the extensions on either side of the table. When I was in position she used something like a remote to adjust the table. The table was folding in the middle causing my rear end to be pushed upward and the extensions moved in toward the table and outward sideways spreading and opening my hind quarters. When the table stopped moving I was in an almost kneeling position with my butt the highest point and my head the lowest. When she asked if I was comfortable I was too utterly humiliated at being so completely exposed that I blurted out something really dumb like quite a view from down here. She responded by saying the view was rather interesting from her vantage point too.

After that little exchange she came around to where my head was and said in an almost apologetic manner, as you know the doctor is going to thoroughly examine your bottom. She will be checking you on the outside and then internally both digitally and with instruments. I’m going to start by thoroughly lubricating you back there for the doctor so that your discomfort is kept to a minimum. I’m also going to take your temperature in your backside. As she was getting things ready she nonchalantly inquired whether I ever had my temperature taken in my behind as an adult. I sheepishly relayed the events of the previous day and added for what reason I don’t know the fact the doctor she works for knows the doctor who examined me yesterday. She broke into a laugh stating you must have seen Dr. _____. She went on to say I use to work for her, and then interrupted herself by saying she was now going to lubricate me and that I would first feel her finger on the outside of my sphincter followed by her inserting her finger inside of me. As she proceeded she went back to talking about the doctor from yesterday. She said more as a statement than a question that I take it she made you take off all your clothes for her. When I nodded she said I shouldn’t feel embarrassed because that doctor has an office rule all male patients regardless of what they are in for must undress completely. And if it makes you feel any better all males have their temperatures taken rectally and all regardless of age are given both genital and rectal exams. About this time her gloved finger penetrated me. She told me to bear down. She continued to talk as her finger explored my back quarters.

When finally she withdrew her finger she asked when I had my last bowel movement. When I responded probably more than a day ago she announced she probably should give me a cleansing enema. With that she picked up the remote and brought the table back to its original position. I was told to dismount the table and accompany her into the adjourning room. This room contained a more typical examination table and an adjacent bathroom. I stood there as she set up for and prepared the enema. When she was ready she told me she needed me up on the exam table on my hands and knees for the enema. When I was in position she further lubricated my back area with KY jelly. This was followed by the enema nozzle and next the rush of warm water entering me. After I was good and full she withdrew the nozzle and allowed me to rush for the bathroom to discharge the fluid. When I came back she indicated that should have cleaned me out real good but let’s make sure. As she pulled a stool out and sat on she motioned me to come stand in front of her. She then directed me to turn around and bend over. When I was in position she asked me to help her by spreading my cheeks for her. She made a quick penetration of my rear passage and after taking her finger out of me announced all looked Anadolu Yakası Escort clear. We then headed back to the larger, better equipped exam room. I couldn’t believe it. I was practically nude yet I was walking and talking to this woman as if we were in a mall.

I again was asked to mount the exam table and once in place the nurse used the remote to move the table so I was positioned as before. Once the positioning was set, she announced she was going to take my rectal temperature. Next thing I knew my bottom was being spread followed by the thermometer being pushed into my behind. No sooner was the instrument in to its full depth when the door opened and in walked the young doctor. If having my temperature taken in the butt by the nurse standing over me wasn’t humiliating enough, now the young woman doctor was observing too. The doctor commented to the nurse that I see you are not ready for me yet. She told the nurse to get things ready for the exam and that she would finish up taking my temperature. I found myself getting terribly embarrassed all over again due to my exposed position now that the doctor was in the room. The doctor stood over me as the nurse laid out instruments and other things on a tray next to the exam table. After what seemed like an eternity the doctor extracted the thermometer. The doctor announced to the nurse my temperature was normal.

By this time the nurse had finished setting up for the exam. The nurse assisted the doctor putting on gloves. The doctor then settled in on a raised stool she situated between my legs. As was her practice throughout the exam, the doctor explained to me what she was going to do as she examined me, what she was looking for and the sensations I might feel.

First came a visual inspection of the outside of my rectal area. As she looked around she stated more I think for the nurse what she was seeing. I understood her to say there were no visible signs of lesions or other indications of injury. At one point she was all the way back where my testicles meet my body. She seemed to be pushing my testicles back so she could get a further view. I instinctively lifted up from the hips. She quickly reprimanded me telling me to remain still during the exam. She next said she would be examining my rectal opening. I felt her finger around the edges of it pressing and rubbing slightly. She then used both hands to spread me open wide. As she was doing this she said to the nurse his opening is a healthy pink color and I see no visual issues. She then spoke directly to me explaining she was now going to insert her finger. She went on to say that if I felt discomfort to let her know. In went her finger. She was smoother in her actions than the doctor the day before and her nurse just a few minutes earlier. After a short period she found my prostate. She mentioned to the nurse my prostate was fine. Soon after that she withdrew her finger.

She next asked the nurse for an instrument and when she had it she asked me if I knew what a speculum was. She really didn’t wait for my answer before going on to say she was going to insert one in my rectum to open me up real wide so she could perform a visual inspection of my insides. They had put a large amount of KY jelly on both me and the instrument. It went in relatively easily but as she opened it I felt a lot of pressure. I told her I was feeling pressure and her response was to bear with her just a little more. She proceeded to stick something in my rear. She also used some type of small light to look up inside of me. When she was finished and closed and withdrew the speculum she explained she was next going to insert a flexible sigmoidoscope in me to get a better look further inside. She showed me the instrument and again said I should tell her if I feel discomfort. When she finally pulled the scope out of me she pulled away from the exam table and stood up. She asked the nurse to return the table to the original position. The doctor then asked me to come down off the table. I was made to stand in front of both women to endure yet another exam of my genital area. This doctor was extremely thorough. She examined every inch of me down there. At one point she had me spread my legs and squat slightly to give her better access and a better view. When she was done with me in a standing position I was again escorted to the adjacent exam room with the typical exam table. I was placed in a prone position on the exam table and told to place my legs in stirrup type rests the nurse extended on either side of the exam table. This gave the doctor unfettered access to my privates. She methodically examined every inch of both testicle sacs.

When she was finished checking me down there she told me I could take my legs out of the stirrups. The nurse was in the process of handing me paper towels when the doctor suggested I may want to wipe the excess lubricant from my bottom. She went on to say I was to come to her office once I finished Kadıköy Escort cleaning up. With that she departed. I cleaned myself as best I could. I wasn’t sure if I was suppose to get dressed before going to see her. The nurse must have sensed my indecision. She came over to me and as she rubbed against my behind said almost in a whisper I could retrieve my clothes after seeing the doctor. So off I went still naked from the waist down to speak with the doctor. As I approached her desk she motioned me to sit. No sooner did I sit down in the same chair as before then she rose from behind her desk to come sit on the desk right in front of me again. After all she had seen of and done to me the last hour it must have seemed almost comical to her when I instinctively covered my genital area. The long and short of our discussion was that although she did not find any cause for the discharge and believed it was an anomaly, she wanted to be absolutely sure so I was being sent to the hospital to have some tests. The good news was I would only be in the hospital one night. She said she would have one of her staff take care of the arrangements. With that she reached back on her desk, picked up the phone, pressed a key and asked the person on the other end to come in.

I was terribly embarrassed when after knocking at the door a middle aged black woman entered. The doctor explained the situation and what she wanted the woman to do. The doctor then was interrupted by a telephone call. The woman turned to me and said I should follow her to her cubicle. When I asked if I cold get dressed first, she got indignant and curtly said I don’t have all day. We are all professionals. And then looking at my crotch with my hand strategically placed over it, she smirked and said you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before. Not knowing what to do, I sheepishly followed her out of the office and into an adjourning cubicle. There was no seat for me so I had to stand. This made it impossible to hide my nakedness not only from her but from people passing by her cubicle. When I complained she said you know I don’t have time for your games and if you continue I’m going to send you to the front desk to have these arrangements completed. So I stood next to her desk for the next half hour naked from the waist down in this woman’s cubicle as she finalized my hospital stay.

Luckily no one passed by. When she finally finished she told me to follow her to where my clothes were. The whole time we walked I got the sensation she was looking at my backside. I did what I could do to conceal myself, but it was a futile effort. When we arrived at the outside door to the exam room, a different door than the one from the doctor’s office, I practically ran in to the room not caring that it gave her an unobstructed view of my posterior. I hastily retrieved my clothes and got out of that place as quickly as I could.

I arrived at the hospital pretty late in the afternoon and after going through admittance was taken to my room. The woman who brought me to my room told me to get out of my clothes and put on pajamas. She said someone would be in later to see me. About an hour later a thirty-something blonde woman who looked like a drill sergeant entered. Turns out she was a doctor and there to administer an admittance physical. This woman was all business and no nonsense. With little fanfare the exam began. It wasn’t long into the exam before she had my pajamas off and I was standing totally naked in front of her. I again had to submit to an inspection of my genital area. She was also extremely thorough and somewhat rough. She began by visually inspecting me down there. This was followed by an exam of my shaft where she ran her fingers along its length and raised it to look at the underside. Next she squeezed the tip to check the urethra and finally raised my penis to give her easy access to my testicles. She lifted and cupped each sac almost like she was weighing each one, and had me do the turn your head and cough.

When she finishing checking my front she asked me a series of question about the events leading up to the discharge of blood I experienced. When she was satisfied with her inquiries she announced she was going to give me a rectal exam. She said she needed me to turn around and bend over the bed for her. She began by spreading my ass cheeks to the point where it hurt. When I protested, she made my reach behind and spread myself for her. I was mortified having to stand there opening myself up for this woman. She proceeded to visually check the outside of my backside paying particular attention to the full length of my crack. When she was finally done, she made me lie down on the bed on my back and raise, bend and spread my legs so she could do an internal exam. For the fourth time in three days I had a strange woman enter the most private part of my anatomy with her finger. I flinched as she first entered and continued to be stressed because she was extremely rough. It wasn’t long before she found and lingered at my prostate. I found myself involuntarily gyrating and thrusting my hips to meet her gloved finger deep inside of me. I couldn’t help myself. It was incredibly humiliating not only being in such as exposed position but I was getting an erection.

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Linda’s mother had been spectacular, so much so that I practically forgot about Linda. We kept seeing each other, but when I was with her I found myself thinking about her Mom.

After all, it was an competition of sorts. While the 18 year old Linda had the advantage of youth and was more classically attractive than her mother, Millie had experience and the fact that a 50 year old woman found me desirable was a boost to my ego.

They both had great tits; Linda with her perky cones that jutted out so proudly with the plump strawberry-like nipples that were so awesome to suck, and her mother with the full globes that looked even larger on her slight frame.

As for the hair, I found Linda’s golden brown swirls of armpit hair just as erotic as the wild jungles of brown hair that filled her Mom’s underarms, and they both had delightfully hairy pussies.

The difference? Simple. While I was being pleasured by Linda’s hand and occasionally her mouth, with her mother Millie, I got it all. Having gotten it once, I wanted it more, so I called the Groves’ house that next Tuesday morning, hoping for an invite.

“I was hoping you would call,” Millie Groves said. “You certainly can come over. Please do.”

It was about that time that I realized that my Marketing class on Tuesdays was going to suffer this semester, but faced with a choice Millie Groves was a clear-cut victor.

So I flew over to Linda’s house, just missing running into her as she drove past me on her way to work. Even though Linda knew and approved of my meeting with her mother the previous week, it was a strange area that I tried to avoid.

After knocking on the door, I heard Millie call out for me to come in, so I followed her voice into the kitchen. I was poised to attack Millie when I saw her standing at the sink with her back to me, wearing a yellow sleeveless blouse and blue shorts, when I happened to glance over at the kitchen table.

Millie had company. There was a woman with silver grey hair sitting at the kitchen table, and when our eyes met I sensed a flash of recognition. I knew this woman, and she knew me. Not well, but I know that we had crossed paths before, and it wasn’t until Millie turned and spoke that I figured it out.

“Tony, this is my friend Barbara,” Millie said, gesturing over to the woman, who rose to meet me, and it was after she stood up that I remembered who she was.

“Ms. Couse,” I mumbled, shaking the hand of my old health teacher from junior high.

“Long time Anthony,” my former teacher said as her long, bony hand grasped mine in return.

As soon as she stood up, rising to her height of at least 6′ tall, I remembered her. Even now, I was still an inch or two shorter than she was. Her hair was now totally grey instead of red, but she was still as skinny as she ever, and still had that same authoritative voice that made her health class such a hoot.

Hearing this regal looking woman discussing testicles and ovaries so solemnly was a lot of fun back then, but while I hadn’t done anything in her class to make me uncomfortable now, my main concern was that I wanted to get in bed with Linda’s mother, and hoped that she would lose this company as soon as possible.

Instead, Millie filled Ms. Couse’s coffee cup and told her to make herself comfortable, even suggesting that she take off the blazer that she had on.

I groaned inside when Ms. Couse took her up on the offer and shrugged the blue blazer off and put it on the back of her chair. My first reaction was seeing that Mr. Couse was still as flat-chested as ever, with only the tiniest swells on her chest just like back in the day, when we would joke that she had the smallest tits in the seventh grade classroom.

The second thing I noticed was that when Mr. Couse took of the blazer, she was wearing a soft blue sleeveless blouse. Her arms were reed thin, with freckles covering the lower parts of the limbs. I liked freckles on girls a lot, but it wasn’t the freckles or the slender and trim arms that had got my attention.

Instead, it was noticing that when Ms. Couse had reached back, hidden deep in the hollow of the deepest armpit imaginable, Bostancı escort were a few long reddish-grey hairs.

I felt my face flush with embarrassment when I realized that was careful observation did not go unnoticed. In fact, not only did they both notice me checking out my old teacher’s armpit, but they exchanged glances after the fact.

After Millie offered me a cup of coffee, which I declined, she returned the pot to the stove and came over to stand next to where Ms. Couse was sitting.

“So you two know each other?” Millie said, putting her hand on the back of the chair Ms. Couse was sitting in.

“Yes,” I managed to say. “I was in Ms. Couse’s Health class in 7th grade.”

“He’s so polite,” Millie said to her guest. “You can call her Barbara. It took him all day last week to start calling me Millie.”

“Yes, Anthony was always a gentlemen in class,” Barbara Couse remarked. “Of course, he was much different back then. He had a weight problem back in those days, but he’s obviously taken care of that and become a very – ahem – well built young man.

The fact that Ms. Couse was staring at the front of my jeans was not lost on me, and my erection only surged more when Ms. Couse looked over at Millie. She was practically at eye-level with Millie’s breasts, but she was looking at the hairs that were peeking out from the fold of Millie’s arm.

“Yes, Tony is indeed a well-built fellow,” Millie said with a wink.

After glancing up at me, Barbara Couse leaned over and inhaled deeply, her nose scant inches away from Millie’s overflowing armpit hair.

“Judging by the raging aroma of pheromones in the air, I fear I’m in the way here,” Ms. Couse said. “I should take my leave.”

“No, Barbara,” Millie said, putting her hand on her friend’s shoulder as she started to stand up. “I don’t want you to leave. Tony doesn’t want you to leave either, do you Tony?”

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I didn’t know what I wanted…

This was like nothing I had ever experienced or had even remotely expected. My former teacher, who despite looking very elegant and attractive had to be near 60, and my girlfriend’s mother who was around 50, and I had an erection throbbing in pants over them. They were acting like they were not only old friends, but could it be?

“Stay,” I heard myself saying, and after I spoke Ms. Couse was motioning for me to take the two steps needed to be standing right in front of her where she sat.

Millie was now at me side, her hands on my arm, and watching with interest as Ms. Couse unbuckled my belt and undid my jeans, pulling them down to my knees before running her hand over the bulge that curled over to the right in my briefs.

My former teacher’s weathered hands were now taking down my underwear, exposing my cock as it sprang wildly around after being freed.

“Oh my,” I heard my teacher say. “You were right about him being well developed. Tony does have a marvelous penis.”

My knees were shaking as Barbara took my cock in her hands, giving it a couple of strokes before pinching the glans and running her tongue along the opening. Then her mouth was sliding down the shaft, her lipsticked lips gliding all the way down to the base.

She took all six thick inches without blinking, and I suspected that if I had another six Barbara Couse could have inhaled them as well. Millie’s hands were tugging my t-shirt over my head and running them all over my chest while my cock experienced things unknown to me moments earlier.

Barbara’s mouth, tongue, lips, teeth and hands were driving me insane. It was all I could do to keep my feet as my cock and balls got worked over. I tried desperately not to cum because I didn’t want it to end, and actually managed to hold off my orgasm for a couple of minutes before my groin began to tingle.

As Millie sucked and pinched my nipples, I exploded into Barbara Couse’s mouth, sending volley after volley of my seed down her long throat, and not only did she take it without blinking, she seemed to be trying to siphon every drop out of me, sucking on my cock until it went utterly limp.

“Let’s go upstairs, okay?” Millie Anadolu Yakası Escort suggested, and I followed the two ladies upstairs, holding up my pants as I went.

*********

This time I was brought into Millie’s room, the theory likely being that we would need a larger bed than Linda’s. Millie said something to me in passing, something along the lines of being nice to Barbara, but that wasn’t necessary.

Besides, I wasn’t going to be nice to my old teacher just because I had manners. The fact of the matter was that she excited me, despite her age, and after getting the blow job of all time from her, I had gained a whole new level of respect for her.

So as Millie and I lifted Barbara’s blouse up over her head, I didn’t care that she was flat-chested. Indeed, when Millie undid my former teacher bra and exposed the smallest breasts I had even seen – tiny buds about the size of golf balls with pink boyish nipples – I found her androgynous look very erotic.

As the bra came undone, my mouth attached itself to Barbara’s little titty and tried to do to it what she had done to my cock earlier, and when the nipple got hard under my tongue I let my mouth slide over.

My hand ran down Barbara’s freckled arm, taking her wrist in hand and raising her arm high above head. Her armpit was a pale deep pocket, and I nibbled my way into the cavern, focusing on the dozen or so hairs nestled in the center of her moist underarm.

As I licked the long rust-hued hairs, pasting them to her white skin, I happened to look over at Millie, who was doing the exact thing to Barbara’s other armpit. Seeing Millie’s tongue licking Barbara’s armpit made my cock come back to life almost immediately, and as we kept licking Millie nudged Barbara’s slacks down.

Barbara’s legs were rail thin, with some freckles on her upper thighs. She had full cut panties on, and when they came off I saw that Ms. Couse had a very wide-ranging triangle of reddish-silver hair. Her bush was not dense, but her delta was very large and felt nice to the touch

As I stroked her pussy, it occurred to me how unlikely it all was. Who would have thought that I would be standing naked next to my health teacher, or even more strangely, that I would find her virtually curve-less body sexy?

Now after giving Ms. Couse’s armpits a through licking, the attention went to Millie. Her blouse was removed, and then her bra came free. Barbara’s long slender fingers grabbed them as they came free, and as she kneaded the full globes from behind Millie, Millie raised her arms to reach for the much taller woman’s head.

I took that opportunity to first rake Millie’s armpits, and then nuzzle into them. By the time we got Millie’s slacks off she was wet, and when we went over to the bed, I went down on her.

Her bush was thick and dense, and I noticed for the first time that the hair didn’t stop between her legs, but continued to grow right up her ass crack. Making sure that Millie was ready for me this time, I climbed up onto her and slowly pushed my cock into her.

It was clear that I was going to have to develop some way to keep from cumming fast, because Barbara had climbed up over Millie and was straddling her face with her thighs. From my vantage point I could see Millie’s tongue lapping at Ms. Couse’s pussy, and I had to close my eyes because everywhere I looked there was something guaranteed to turn me on.

Soon even the sound of Millie’s tongue slapping at Barbara’s pussy was getting to me, and it was all I could do to hold off until after Millie came. Once her pussy slammed down around my cock I let loose, filling her womb with my seed.

“May I?” I heard Ms. Couse say softly in my ear as I dripped my sweat onto Millie’s body.

I pulled my dick out of Millie and fell off to the side as my former teacher climbed between Millie’s legs and went down on her. Her face immersed in the jungle of pussy hair, Barbara licked away at her cum-filled pussy while I attended to Millie’s tits and pits.

Soon Millie was cumming again, and after she did we all flopped on our backs on the king-size bed. I was so drained that I thought Kadıköy Escort I could just sleep for the rest of the day, but somebody else had other ideas.

“May I?”

The voice was that of my former teacher, who, as I would later learn was older than Millie and me combined. You would never know it, because there she was, laying across my thighs with my dead dick in her hands, gently rubbing the fat stub as if she expected something to bring it back to life.

“Haven’t been with a gentleman in quite a while,” Barbara said. “Hate to pass the opportunity by.”

Who was I to argue with that, especially since the woman was the most accomplished cocksucker I had yet to encounter, so I laid back and relaxed as the silver haired instructor proceeded to do everything in her power to bring me back to life.

For what had to be 15 or 20 minutes, Ms. Couse gave my cock and balls the most intense and passionate attention imaginable. So skilled was she, that by the time she lifted her mouth off of my cock, it not only was erect again, it was as hard as it could get. The beet-red skin of the head of my member was so taut that it looked like it was going to explode like an overblown balloon.

“Fuck her,” Millie whispered in my ear. “Fuck her good.”

Barbara protested, saying that she was content just doing what we had been doing, but we wouldn’t take no for an answer. Millie fingered Barbara until I worked my way around and climbed between her skinny thighs, and then Linda’s mother took my cock and brought it down between the lips of Barbara’s pussy.

She was beyond tight. Ms. Couse’s pussy, having experienced nothing for several years besides Millie’s tongue according to her, treated my cock like it was going through the ringers of an old-time washer. I was afraid that my fat stub would come out flat from the pressure, but it felt so good that even though I could only get a couple of inches inside of her, it seemed to be enough.

Millie had leaned over Barbara’s face, dropping her big tits down so the older woman could suck on them. Millie even slid farther over so that her armpit was in Barbara’s face. I think she did that for my benefit, and the sight certainly had an effect on me, forcing me to look away for fear of cumming.

Millie massaged Barbara’s breasts, which had completely disappeared when she was laying on her back, taking Barbara’s tiny nipples between her fingers and pulling up on them. The effect was immediate. Barbara’s scream was muffled by the tits she was being smothered with, and her legs kicked wildly as she came, causing me to pop my load into her pussy.

***********

I spent the rest of the day with my two mentors, mostly watching them doing marvelous things to each other, although I was able to get hard a couple more times.

I enjoyed another exquisite oral experience from my former teacher, who confessed that she was a bit of a cum junkie. She had always enjoyed it when her husband would cum in her mouth, and after he had passed away she had continued to do it whenever she could.

I didn’t even know she had ever been married, assuming that since she had looked like an old maid she probably had been one. Goes to show how wrong I was on all counts, because she was one hot lady. No wonder her husband had passed away, I figured. How many of those ball-draining, practically out-of-body oral sex experiences could a guy take?

As for the three of us, I continued to see Millie fairly frequently, although we had to be more subtle after her daughter and I broke up. We even included Ms. Couse in our fun a few times over the next year, until she passed away at the ripe old age of… 71!

Ever have sex with a 70 year old woman? I did. Don’t knock it until you try it, and don’t wait until you’re 70 yourself either.

The end for Millie and I came shortly after Ms. Couse had passed. She didn’t have to tell me. I could tell when she came into the grocery store for a few things. She was wearing a sleeveless top, and it was plain to see that there had been some changes made. Those once gloriously hairy armpits were now smooth.

“He begged me to take him back,” Millie said sheepishly, explaining that her ex-husband had come crawling back to her, and in exchange for his pledges of eternal love, Millie shaved her armpits.

It was for the best, of course, because my life was about to change as well.

….

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One or two of the women gasped but there was mostly appreciative laughter as they entered the room.

“WELLLL NOW…” exclaimed Andrea with her thin eyebrows cocked, “Haha, oh my god…” Rebecca managed, as one of the more shocked onlookers

“As you all know, when I want to try something, I do it,” Madame explained, very matter-of-factly.

A large couch gave them a full view of the room’s very obvious main attraction, but of now, they opted to remain standing, as they circled the gagged and blindfolded boy, aged somewhere in his early 20s. As they stared quietly, they could all hear a faint buzzing.

“Oh my… you have a vibrator in him too?” Marla asked. Looking at the confined boy, who was squirming ever so slightly against his restrictive bondage. His arms tied behind his back, and his chest tied to a beam behind him. His legs tied to a stool which was also secured to the beam.

Madame slid a hand down the boy’s chest as she replied, “Yes, it’s the lowest setting of any vibrator I knew. My desire was for a steady, oh-so light stimulation, just enough to drive him a bit wild as his young prostate was to be milked,” she explained, as her finger flicked lightly at his stiff left nipple. Andrea, and Mina noticed the reactive cock throb, each dragging their tongues along their lips slightly, in anticipation of what was to come. “There’s also a little piston attached to the plug, going in and out of his tight little boy booty. Poor little thing was aching in chastity the whole time he was setting it up for me. Of course his aching is a bit more pronounced now.” The women were grinning with amusement, as Madame slid her hand up the boy’s chest, lightly across his neck, and off the boy. The boy’s back made a pleasant arching movement as he inhaled deeply from the light stimulation.

A few of the women bent over behind the boy to see the languid movement of the piston. They observed the stool he was on, which seemed more comfortable than they originally assumed. There was a hole cut out near the back to allow the piston to go through. They stared eagerly, at the slow and steady mechanical dick fucking the helpless boy. It was utterly unrelenting, producing a definite pressure against his prostate that prevented the boy from staying totally still. The effortless motion of the piston went in and out of his tender asshole, the depth of each penetration just enough to explore him and stimulate him in his core. The gentle but infinite toying was a deep tease more than any kind of proper fuck. It was perfectly designed to encourage and impel, and certainly not reward or alleviate the bound boy.

Mina, now looking closely at the naked boy’s pulsing member which kicked subtly in response to the slow piston thrusts, and grinned while she spoke, “this is quite a fancy setup you have. The brandy snifter is a great touch!” She flicked one of her manicured nails against the glass below the healthy ebbing dick, producing a semi-shrill ring.

Madame grinned as she looked over at Mina. “There needs to be some class while doing this. I certainly couldn’t have collected his precum in a pint glass, now could I?” She asked, while chuckling. “Go on, have a taste! He’s been producing a lot in the past hour.”

Mina Bostancı escort bit her lip as she imagined the torturous exstasy the boy must be in after being milked an hour straight. She tilted her head, looking at the glass. Madame was right. There was at least a few tablespoons full of thick, glassy fluid with a pleasant line of gooey precum trailing from his weeping little slit down into the collected discharge. Mina carefully slid her delicate finger behind the web of goo, and pulled a small amount up to her lips, smearing it on her full pout and tasting it demurely. “Mmmm… ” she uttered as the intimate sweet flavour of young, fresh pre-spunk lingered on her tongue tip. “You mentioned some shots?”

“Mhmm. Yes, I believe that should be the place to start.” Madame took a bottle of premium tequila and a bottle of her finest imported vodka from off the top of the bar and placed them on the coffee table. She carefully swapped out the brandy glass with a fresh one under the boy’s leaking penis, the long rope of delicious pre stretching out as she did so, but she managed to save every drop.

The ladies sat down around the couch as Madame prepared the shots. Setting out 5 shot-glasses, she carefully poured half vodka, half tequila in little measures. She then added the precum, dipping into the brandy glass with a tiny silver spoon. She stirred the precious fluid into each one of the shots with with a few twists of the pretty little spoon, gripping it in her slender artful fingers as she twirled it round. Setting the snifter back down, each of the women took hold of a shot, gazing at the intimate mixture of liquor and the milked sex of their little male cow. They held the glasses aloft as Madame toasted, “Cheers, girls!”, To which they all smiled, and exclaimed “Cheers!” in response.

The glass rims were all pressed to painted lips and the shots were swallowed quickly in single tips. As if to remind them of his aching presence, the boy let out a whimper that could be heard through his ball gag. Madame grinned, and looking his way, she reached out an arm so that she could drag a talon-like fingernail lightly along the inside of his thigh. “So…” Madame began while watching the shivering male she was teasing, “shall we try a mojito, ladies?”

“Mmm, yes LET’S!” Rebecca said eagerly, the distinctive flavor of the last drink warming her mischievous heart. The girls were all staring at the boy’s behavior as they spoke. As Madame teased him, his toes were curled up, and his nostrils were flaring as his breaths became deeper and deeper. “Of course, when we do this for real, we’ll probably need between 5 to 10 … dispensers.” Madame explained, contently, settling on the word to describe the virile little males’ roles. “We may have to split this drink or just pass it around.”

“Sip, sip, pass?” Andrea offered conspiratorially, smirking as she imagined the taste of the next drink.

Madame nodded with a grin, and stood up, walking behind the boy, Giving him a brief respite from her cruel nail by sliding just her soft finger tips up the leg of the boy. His cock had been growing almost as soon as she began touching him, an extra level of arousal above and beyond the steady rhythmic Anadolu Yakası Escort effect of the vibrator knocking on his inner pleasure spot. He seemed to realize what was coming, which just made Madame want to tease him more. She slid her hand up and over his tight chest and grabbed one of his nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She pinched at the boy nub, and tugged, causing the boy a flash of slight pain. His back arched and a muffled cry came out of his throat as she handled him cruelly. The girls laughed, as they watched. “Would anyone like to do the honors?” Madame asked… sliding her hand down the boy’s stomach, her finger and thumb slightly encircling the base of pulsating swollen meat, indicating the task at hand.

Mina grinned and got up. “Dibs!” She called out, regressing to a schoolgirl in her excitement. “Then I get to hold the glass!” Marla said, smiling wide. Madame slid her hand back up the boy’s chest as the two ladies got into position.

Mina stood close, giving the boy’s ear a breathy lick, planting her tongue on his lobe before wrapping her smooth hand tightly around the base of the already straining, rock hard cock. The tip was almost purplish in color, and bulging wider than his shaft. Madame stayed behind the boy, just off to the side of the beam. She smiled at the thought of how difficult it would be for the boy to detect who was doing what to him with the blindfold on. She kept her hand on her boy’s shoulder, squeezing gently to remind him she was there. Rebecca and Andrea stood on either side of the boy to watch eagerly, very much enjoying the struggling boy’s obvious discomfort and bubbling fear and embarrassment, all of which was wrestling in him with his raging levels of lust. Marla bent slightly and held the snifter close enough to receive him, without restricting Mina’s movements.

Mina, continued to toy with the cock, jerking it deliciously and expertly, a fluid roll to her wrist as she tugged, while Madame bent down to turn up the vibrator, and the speed of the piston. The boy quivered beneath their combined touch, releasing a muffled, and amusing moan. Andrea slid her hand up the boy’s side… and across his chest, feeling his warmth and seeking out his madly quickening heart beat. Mina’s hand kept stroking the boy’s cock steadily. Not too roughly, but treating it with care and skillful luxury, not wanting to diminish it’s ability to take the next few milkings throughout the night. Rebecca watched excitedly, as Madame bent down, with an evil grin on her face, whispered into the boy’s ear, “Don’t keep us waiting, boy. We’re quite thirsty. CUM. NOW.”

The boy’s body convulsed almost instantaneously at the order, then stiffened up as his muscles tightened in the epic climax waving through him. His balls tight to his body as the liquid was extracted from him. Marla was ready with the glass, and Mina aimed the cock slightly down when the dick began to pulse. She could feel through his cock flesh, the gush of ejaculate flowing up his urethra. His first bolt of cream shot out so forcefully that Marla gasped and almost missed some of it, but it drummed against the side of the glass, thick and soupy and alive as it oozed downward. His next three or Kadıköy Escort four shots kicked just as hard as his fat, hyper-stimulated nuts flowered and gave up their seed for the women who owned it. The ladies were eager to use his body’s produce for their luxurious little pleasures. Mina slowed her strokes as his dick leaked with less force, then properly milking the cock like a cow udder, with a few tight gripped tugs. The snifter was nearly half filled with his thick pleasant cum.

“That was hot…” Rebecca purred, smiling, the floral smell of teen spunk pricking deliciously at her nose as the scent of the fresh cum perfumed the air. Her panties were a touch more damp than they had been a few glorious moments ago. Mina teasingly milked the cock a few more times slowly from base to tip, squeezing it hard as she did so, getting the last few drops of the load to fall out of his compressed slit, and down into the pearly mess collected in the snifter.

Madame grinned wider, reducing the speed of the vibe and the piston again. She then caressed his cheek as he panted deeply in recovery, “GOOOOOD boy.” she cooed, before leaving him to walk behind the bar, pulling out the ingredients, and a large glass. Mina and Marla worked together to drag the rim of the brandy snifter against the boy’s tip to get the very last droplets of his cum that he could provide. As the did so, Madame carefully squeezed the limes and added the mint and rum. She handed the glass to Rebecca to mash it all up. Marla set the snifter onto the table. Madame instructed Andrea fill the mojito glass with ice and soda water, while she got some powdered sugar and added it to the snifter. She got out a small electric whisk and proceeded to whisk up the mixture, adding a little powdered sugar as she went. The ladies sampled the mixture, a few fingers dipping in to be sucked off… Andrea and Mina’s eyes meeting, and Andrea sucking the drink mixture off Mina’s finger. “Mmmm… that’s good,” they all agreed. Madame then poured the fresh cum and sugar on top of the mojito and let the special addition trickle slowly through the perfect drink.

As the ladies sat around the couch, passing the mojito between each other and savoring it, they discussed their plans for a larger party in the future. They brainstormed several boys being lined up, both for their amusement, and to be used as dispensers. All bound and gagged like the boy in their presence now. They decided on having the two cutest boys untied at all times, to do the drink mixing and the serving, While the ladies would always perform the finishing touches to the drinks, and the milking of the boys when needed. At all other times, the boys would be each hooked up to the light buzz of a vibrator, and the gentle dicking of a piston, all to warm them up, and provide plenty of precum to be used in their drinks as the party would begin.

The ladies had a few more drinks that night mixed with the young boy’s cum. They thoroughly enjoyed his constant state of torture from the robotic plug. His body was shivering and his abs and other muscles were tensing in agony. The boy was milked five times total, even though he didn’t produce anything usable the last two. They just wanted to watch him squirm.

At the end of the night, Madame unbound the boy, removed his blindfold, and gag. Then led the boy to the coffee table, and tied him down, face up… so that he could unwind as the ladies kept drinking and occasionally played with his exposed body. He couldn’t wait for the next party.

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It had been over a month since I’d heard from Lizzie. She had told me that she would be busy after the conference, but I’d hoped that she’d at least drop me a one-liner, something, anything. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I kept replaying that week over in my head, how beautiful she was, how sexy, how classy, and how wet. I knew there’d never be anything more between us, but I had to admit, I was smitten.

My boss sent me an email and then called to follow up, telling me there was another conference he wanted me to attend. Would Liz be there? Should I email her to ask? A million thoughts went through my head as I got more and more excited at the prospect of seeing her again. Then I remembered that with my luck, she wouldn’t be there and the conference would just be another boring week in another hotel.

I told my wife about the conference and was met with the same complaints as always, “I’ll have to do everything around here, who will take the kids to practice if I have to work late…?” I know she has to take on more responsibilities when I’m gone, but my job is great and the pay certainly allows us to live in the manner to which she’s become accustomed. Of course, reminding her of that wouldn’t have been such a good idea.

The time flew as I finished up things around my office so that I could afford to be gone for a week. On Monday I caught the first flight out, trying to avoid the rush of business travelers. The ride to the hotel was uneventful and went quicker than expected. I had grown to love New York and was staying at the Ritz, overlooking the Statue of Liberty. Our company had a contract rate with them which was almost half of the usual $700 a night, which is still not outrageous for NYC.

I went for a long walk around downtown before heading back to the hotel for dinner. I decided to eat and have drinks in the executive lounge instead of down in the lobby restaurant. I was working on my second Long Island Iced Tea when I almost choked on my drink.

Lizzie made a beeline for my table, flashing me her killer smile as she was obviously enjoying the stunned look on my face. She looked incredible, wearing one of her trademark business jackets that still showed off her incredible figure, her skirt caressing her shapely thighs as she seemed to walk as if modeling for me as she approached.

I finally regained enough composure to remember to stand up and reach out my hand. She almost knocked me over with her hug as she gave me a big smooch on the cheek before sitting down in the chair next to me. I stood there, transfixed by the image burned into my retina of her, still tingling from the incredible hug she’d given me, my cheek on fire from her sweet kiss.

“Sit down silly or people will start to talk” She laughed at me, relishing in the effect she was having on me.

She ordered an appetizer and a San Pellegrino from the waitress, then returned her attention to me. She looked intently into my eyes, searching for some sort of response since I was still just staring at her.

Her face became serious as she began to explain that she had wanted to email me, but that after our time together, she needed some time to think. In between bites she told me how she had returned home, hoping to work things out with her husband. I had proven to her how sexy she was, even when lactating, but her husband still didn’t want anything to do with her sexually. Then she found the cell phone bill where he had been calling a number repeatedly when he was supposed to be in meetings. She had called the number and heard a young female voice on the other end. She had quickly hung up, not knowing what to say.

Lizzie explained that she didn’t want to divorce her husband, that she needed him and wanted the twins to know a stable home. But she had realized Bostancı escort that the warning signs had been there for a long time. She knew he was cheating on her and he was taking her for granted. She had decided she would start to live her own life and no longer care what he thought. Lizzie suspected something even before the last conference, and it was partly the reason she had decided to do more with me than she would’ve otherwise done under normal circumstances. She didn’t know how I would react, so she hadn’t emailed, but the look on my face tonight had shown her how I felt.

As I watched this gorgeous creature pour her heart out like she did, all I could think of was holding her in my arms and wanting to make everything alright. Lizzie stopped talking and gave me one of her piercing looks again. She then leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

“I know what you’re thinking, and my boobs are dying for some release, let’s go back to my room and I’ll make it up to you for keeping you hanging for so long.”

Well, she didn’t know I was thinking, since she was way ahead of me. I wouldn’t have let myself assume she was ready to resume anything with me, much less fulfilling my deepest fantasies once again.

She told the bartender to bill her room for our dinner and drinks as she led the way out of the executive bar and to the elevators. Liz pushed the button for her floor, and as the doors closed, pulled me toward her and drove her tongue straight past my lips. Her kiss clearly signaled the passion she was feeling as our bodies melted together. The elevator arrived at her floor much too quickly, but not faster than it took me to be fully erect.

I followed her like a puppy as her gait showed her urgency. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it now. She swiped her card and opened the door and was inside the room before I could even say anything. The heavy door closed with a solid “thunk” as she turned to face me in the middle of the room.

She embraced me once again, kissing me with even more passion. I felt intoxicated with her perfume and personal scent as her full breasts pressed into my chest. Her hands traveled down my back and to my ass as she pulled my crotch into hers. My hard cock poked her lower tummy as she seemed to want to fuck me standing up and fully clothed.

Just as I was getting into rubbing her with my hard on, she backed off and started to pull off her clothing. Her jacket and blouse dropped to the floor as I gazed at her almost nude upper body in total awe. She had lost some more of her baby weight, although her breasts seemed to have gotten even bigger. Liz gave a small giggle, obviously enjoying the look on my face, as she unzipped her skirt and pushed it down her firm legs as well.

“They’re now 34DD. You like?” I could tell the pride in her voice as I could only nod like a zombie and grin like an idiot.

She now stood in front of me in her bra and panties. What a goddess. Her bra threatened to burst as she reached behind her to unhook it. She then stopped and asked if I would do the honors. She turned around as I fumbled with the hooks, trying to get them to release. It seemed to pop off her as the pressure from her breasts made the straps fly open. She held the cups to her swollen boobs as she sensuously turned to face me again.

Agonizingly slowly she let the bra fall away from her torso as I could see her magnificent breasts in all their glory once again. Her nipples were already hard and were covered in a sheen of milk. I leaned forward as if in a trance and took her right nipple in my mouth as she held my head in her soft hands. Her head fell back as a soft moan escaped her lips, letting me know I was using the right amount of suction. Suddenly her milk let down as she Anadolu Yakası Escort flooded my mouth with her sweet milk. I couldn’t suck fast enough, but I was willing to die trying.

Liz maneuvered me towards the bed while maintaining contact between my mouth and her tit. We sat down together before she laid back on the comforter. I never lost my lip hold on her nipple and scooted up a bit to get in better position. Liz pushed my jacket off my shoulders and unbuttoned my shirt as far as she could reach. I undid the rest of the buttons to allow her to peel the shirt off me as well. She then resumed stroking my head with her hands, as if she had to keep me interested and was rewarding me like a puppy for being so good.

I could tell her right breast was getting to the point where her milk was finishing up, so I slowed my sucking. Liz reached down and kissed my forehead as a way of thanks. I thought I’d start on her left breast but she stopped me.

“Undress all the way for me Sam, I want you to be comfortable too.”

Who was I to argue with that logic? I stood up and undid my belt and pants as I let them fall to the floor. I kicked off my Italian loafers and reached down to pull off my socks. Liz was licking her lips as I began to pull off my boxers. Gawd this woman pushed all my buttons. I stood naked in front of her, ready to resume my enviable duty of suckling her. I reached to pull her panties off but she stopped me.

“No hon, bad timing, Aunt Flo’s in town. Sorry.” She gave me a look that let me know she truly was sorry but I knew she’d make it up to me somehow.

“Don’t worry about it, I have plenty to play with.” I grinned at her like a schoolboy and she seemed to accept my explanation as she motioned for me to join her on the bed again. My mouth instinctively fell to her left breast as she offered it up to my hungry lips.

I spent some time emptying her breast, relishing in the sweet, creamy nectar emanating from her body. I could’ve done this all day and night, but knew that after a while she’d start to get sore. Before I finished though she seemed to be rubbing her crotch against my hip a lot, suddenly stiffening as the first orgasm washed over her.

Her hand ran through my hair, pulling my mouth harder against her breast as she moaned her appreciation. I couldn’t get enough of her and at this point she could’ve asked me to jump out of the 10 th story window. I would’ve done anything for her.

Liz pulled my head up to face her. She kissed and licked the remaining milk off my face as she positioned her body above mine. She kissed her way down my neck and across my chest, stopping to suck on my nipples for a little bit before continuing down to my abs. The butterfly kisses tickled, yet were incredibly arousing since soon I knew they would be alighting all over my cock and balls. Sure enough, Liz was now kissing all around my pubic hair while she stroked my cock with her left hand.

Liz continued teasing my cock, finally planting a kiss on the shiny glans. Licking all around the rim of the head she slowly takes more of my cock into her mouth. Before long her nose is tickling my pubic hair as she begins to suck in earnest. The intensity of our meeting has me on the edge of orgasm and her expert tongue and hands push me over the edge as I tell her I’m about to cum. She pulse me into her mouth as deeply as she can as the first spurts of cream hit the back of her throat.

Liz is an expert cocksucker as the fleeting thought flashed through my head that her husband was a fool for passing up sex with Liz for anyone else. My orgasm lasted longer than usual as she continued to milk my cock for every last drop of cum. Using her hand she pulled the last drop through my cock before licking it off with her Kadıköy Escort pointy tongue, smiling and making an “mmmmmmmm” sound. Liz kissed the head one last time before sliding back up next to me to kiss my cheek.

“Mmmmmmmm, yummy as always, Sam.” She was totally sincere as she licked her lips before kissing me. I could taste myself on her lips but it didn’t seem so bad, especially since she seemed to have enjoyed it thoroughly.

We kissed like teenagers, running our hands over each other’s bodies. My hands couldn’t stay away from her magnificent tits as I kneaded them like two giant balls of dough. The squeezing brought forth drops of milk again which moistened my chest. Liz ground her vulva into my cock which had remained hard all along. I reached around to grab Liz’s ass and pull her into me as my cock pushed aside the nylon of her panties. Liz looked at me and I just nodded, letting her know I really wanted this.

“Okay, hang on for a second,” she said as she got up to go to the bathroom. I heard the water running for a few minutes before she rejoined me on the bed, totally nude, carrying a towel. She placed the towel on the bed, then sat on it before lying back.

“Take me Sam, I want you now.”

I rolled over and positioned myself above her as my cock instinctively found her wet pussy. The little trail of pubic hair signaled the way to her entrance as the head of my cock slipped between her swollen labia. Liz pulled her legs up and wrapped them around my waist as I sank further into her hot pussy. Her hands pulled my face down to hers as we kissed again, our tongues dancing with each other.

We fell into a rhythm as Liz’s noises and moans urged me on, even though I had cum only minutes before. Her legs spread wide to allow me to slide into her as far as my cock could possibly reach. My balls smacked against her skin as our coupling became more urgent. Liz made little grunting noises as our fucking became more animalistic. This wasn’t making love, this was almost a grudge fuck as I realized the tension of not having heard from her in all that time was driving me into her harder and harder.

Liz whispered she was cumming as I buried my cock deep into her womb, grinding my cock against the back wall of her pussy. Liz bit her lip as she squeezed her legs around my waist, locking me into that position. After her big one she had several minor orgasms ripple through her body as she slowly relaxed her leg hold on me.

Liz pushed me off her gently as she rolled on top of me, sitting on my cock while dangling her incredible breasts in my face. She rocked back and forth as her boobs hypnotized me with their motion. Small drops of milk hung off her swollen nipples as I pulled both her tits to my mouth. I sucked both nipples into my mouth as I feasted on her sweet cream. This seemed to energize Liz again as she started riding my cock in earnest. Her pussy was magical as her muscles squeezed my cock better than any hand ever could. Soon she had me on the edge of orgasm as her right hand fondled my balls.

Liz sensed my cock tensing up as she slammed her pussy down on me, burying my cock in to the hilt, squeezing my balls against her ass. I shot my second load deep into her pussy, bathing her cervix with cum as she continued to drip milk into my hungry mouth.

As my orgasm subsided, Liz reached another of her orgasms, adding to my pleasure again. Just when I thought this woman couldn’t get any sexier, she did something like that to exceed my expectations all over again.

Liz slipped off my cock and used the towel on the bed to wipe my cock off. She then went to the bathroom to retrieve a warm washcloth to finish the job properly. My spent cock bobbed up and down in her grip, still half hard as she attended to it like a doting nurse.

Once she was satisfied that I was totally clean, Liz slipped back into bed next to me and held me close, closer than I had expected. Her embrace made me feel like the luckiest man in the world as we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

To be continued…

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