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As soon as he reached the top of the stairs and thought about how his grandmother would be upset over his mother, her daughter being naked in front of him and his friend, her bedroom door opened and his grandmother emerged from her bedroom naked.

“Happy Nude Day!”

“Grandma! What the fuck? Has everyone lost their mind around here?”

Jason and Michael stared at the elderly woman who stood unabashed in front of them wearing nothing but her big smile. Figuring she had gone senile, he could easily explain her bizarre behavior to that. Assuming she had dementia, he wondered if she even knew she was naked. Suddenly, he felt embarrassed for her. Maybe, she’s off her medication, too. Maybe, it’s some sort of incestuous conspiracy between mother and daughter to get him and his friend so sexually riled up that they’ll have sex with them.

Except for her saggy breasts, she was a carbon copy of her naked daughter. A bit shorter with wider hips, she had a full, bushy pussy instead of a trimmed one. He couldn’t believe his eyes. His grandmother was standing not six feet away from him naked.

He had jerked off fantasizing over his grandmother a few times, but to suddenly see her naked was exciting, embarrassing, and disconcerting all at the same time. Just as when he saw his mother, he didn’t know where to look first and found himself staring at her tits. Seeing two naked female family members was sexual overload for a young man filled with so much testosterone and so little sexual experience.

A super horny 19-year-old teenager, it took all the self-control he had not to unzip, pull out his cock, and jerk off in front of his grandmother while splashing her naked body with his cum. He imagined his grandmother watching him masturbate and rubbing his cum all over her naked body once he unloaded across her wrinkled, white body.

‘Stop it! What the Hell is wrong with me? I can’t jerk off over my grandmother while she watches me shoot a load of cum all over her naked body. God, suddenly, I’ve turned into a depraved sexual animal. I’m totally perverted. Any more perverted and I’d be accepted as a member to the Perverted Men’s Symposium, PMS.’

Yet, just as he couldn’t control his embarrassment seeing his grandmother naked, he was unable to control his excitement. Obviously, he felt uncomfortable, especially since he had a raging erection that bulged out his tight jeans, from her standing before him. He hoped his grandmother didn’t notice his erection. He’d be so embarrassed if she did.

Certainly, he didn’t want her to think him perverted. Surely, he didn’t want her to think her nakedness was arousing him to the point of having an erection. He’d be even more embarrassed if his grandmother suspected that he wanted to have sex with her.

“Hi Jason,” she said smiling at her grandson. “Hi Michael,” she said smiling at him, too. “Happy Nude Day to you both. Isn’t this a wonderful idea? I love being naked. It’s glorious. I only wish I had heard about this holiday years ago, I never would have driven all that way to the coast to sun on a nude beach or gone to that nudist colony hidden in the hills of Vermont.”

“Grandma! That’s way too much information. You’re embarrassing me.”

“Oh, shush. What are you a prude?” She looked at him and then she looked to Michael. “You’re not gay are you?”

“Gay? Me? No, I love women.”

“Then, enjoy the vision of my loveliness,” she said twirling around just as his mother did downstairs in the kitchen earlier. “Not bad for an old broad,” she said repeating the same phrase as her daughter. “This is what diet and exercise will do for you,” she said pushing back her shoulders, puffing out her chest, and pulling in her stomach. “I don’t think I look a day over 50-something,” she said with a laugh.

“You look good, Granny,” said Michael. “I’d throw you a bang.”

“Thank you, Michael. That’s the nicest thing anyone has said to me in twenty years.”

Jason didn’t understand any of this, she wished them Happy Nude Day as if she was wishing them a Merry Christmas or a Happy Birthday. As if she was fully dressed, she appeared so comfortable being naked and he envied her sex hikayeleri confidence and presence. She walked to Jason and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Just as he felt with his mother when she hugged him, he could feel his grandmother’s tits pressed against his chest. When she hugged him, he could feel the weight of her breasts resting on his forearms and it took all the self-control he possessed not to take one of her tits in each of his hands and caress them before leaning down and taking her nipples in his mouth, first one and then the other.

He couldn’t believe he was thinking about feeling his grandmother’s tits. He couldn’t believe that he was thinking about sucking her nipples. This is a dream, a nightmare. This can’t be real. This was surreal. Yet, there she was totally naked and standing before him smiling and not giving a care in the world where he stared at her naked body. Feeling the same way about his grandmother that he felt about his mother, he so wanted to reach out and touch her everywhere.

He had the urge to grope her everywhere, he was now so horny. He thought about tickling her so that he could freely feel her body on the pretense of tickling her. Yeah, that’s a good idea, he thought. She’d never suspect he was just trying to get a cheap feel, but he never tickled his grandmother before. He didn’t even if she knew was ticklish.

Moreover, what if she suffered a heart attack from being excessively tickled? How guilty would he feel then that he was responsible for the tickling death of his grandmother just so that he could get a cheap feel? A fluky reality, but it could happen. Stranger things have happened than that. He saw the newspaper headline, Horny Teenager Kills Grandmother In Tickling Death.

He so wanted to reach down and feel her tits while fingering her nipples. She had big nipples just like her daughter. After first seeing his mother and now his grandmother, he was beyond horniness. He was crazy mad with lust for the both of them. He imagined the three of them rolling all over the carpet while he tickled not only his naked mother but also his naked grandmother.

He imagined them both laughing hysterically, not paying any attention to his groping of their naked bodies, and allowing him carte blanche to touch them anywhere and everywhere while being tickled. A threesome with his mother and grandmother, he imagined stripping off his clothes on the pretense of celebrating Nude Day with them and rolling around on the carpet tickling them before mounting them. He imagined his cock falling between their legs, accidentally on purpose, while he humped them.

‘Stop it,’ he thought, ‘this is your mother and your grandmother you are lusting over, you pervert. What the Hell is wrong with you thinking all those dirty thoughts about them all of a sudden?’

If it hadn’t been for his friend Michael being there, if he were alone upstairs with his naked grandmother or alone downstairs with his naked mother, he’d steal a feel, albeit an accidental on purpose feel of their body. He’d feel of one of her tits or their asses or both to use later when jerking off over his naked mother and now his naked grandmother.

Definitely, he’d have hugged his mother and his grandmother longer had he been alone with them. Had he been alone with them, he would have summoned the courage to touch them. He imagined being naked and hugging them while they were still naked. He imagined his stiff cock poking their bellies before finding its way between their legs while he hugged them.

“Jason, is that your cock? It’s so big,” he imagined his mother saying. “You’re cock is even bigger than you father’s cock,” he imagined his mother telling him.

He was so freakin’ horny. First his mom and now his grandmother, he was on testosterone overload from seeing the both in them nude and on the same day.

“Grandma, what the Hell are you doing?”

“I’m celebrating Nude Day,” she said lifting her breasts with her movement of lifting her arms overhead, just as his mother had done. “You best hurry and get off those clothes. It’s almost time for supper.

“Okay, Granny,” said Michael.

“Only,” porno hikayeleri she said staring down below his waist at where his jeans bulged out, “I’d do something about that erection before you go downstairs, young man. That thing was poking a hole in my belly,” she said with a dirty laugh.

“What did you grandmother give you an erection, Jason?”

“Shut up, Michael.”

“It’s been thirty years since I felt a cock that hard. Why, if I wasn’t your grandmother, I’d take care of it for you,” she said with a laugh while putting her hand up to her open mouth and acting as if she was giving a blowjob. “I’ve taken care of a few sailors in my day,” she said giving him a wink.

“Grandma! Really! Eww! That’s way too much information. I wish you had never told me that. Now, all I can picture is you being on your knees giving blowjobs to sailors.”

Suddenly, he thought of his grandmother sucking off the Seventh Fleet. Suddenly, he thought of his grandmother sucking him off. He wondered if she swallowed. He thought about her removing her false teeth and giving him a gum job. Had Michael not been there, he may have taken her up on her suggestion. He imagined cumming off in his grandmother’s mouth and her swallowing his load.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude. What are you a virgin? You never thought that I had a sex life before I became your grandma? I could tell you some stories that would make you cum in your jeans.” She looked at him nodding her head and shaking a crooked finger at him. “I can tell you never had your cock sucked? Haven’t you ever read Literotica?”

She walked to Michael and gave him a hug, too.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you, Granny,” said Michael.

“My how you have grown Michael, since I changed your diaper. I hope your cock grew in proportion to your height.”

“It has, Granny, it has. It’s almost eight inches.”

While hugging Jason’s grandmother and with her back turned to Jason, Michael allowed his hand to drop down the length of the old woman’s back and he gave the 65-year-old woman’s ass a quick feel while his other hand fondled her tit and his fingers fingered her nipple. Apparently, Jason never saw him touching his grandmother inappropriately. If he had, he surely would have punched him or kicked him.

“My, you are a big boy. Now, you,” she said, “I can take care of, if you get randy, but my grandson will have to take things in his own hand,” she said moving her hand back and forth as if giving a hand job. “I’m not into incestuous relationships…anymore.”

“Well, that makes me happy that I’m not related to you, Granny,” said Michael.

“Oh, you’re so naughty, Michael.”

“Naughty is good,” he said stealing another feel of her ass.

Away from her grandson’s vigilant stare, she allowed her hand to fall and fondle the bulge in Michael’s jeans.

“Best you boys do something about those erections before coming downstairs naked. I’d hate for you to embarrass yourselves because there is or shouldn’t be anything sexual about this Nude Day celebration,” she said with another wink.

“Maybe, later,” said Michael whispering in her ear, “we could—”

“Michael, what the fuck? Are you crazy? That’s my grandmother you’re propositioning.”

“Chill Dude. Everyone in your whole family is wicked cool but you.”

“Dinner is almost ready. Hurry and get those clothes off and come downstairs,” she said turning to leave.

Again Michael reached for his belt bucket.

“Knock it off! This is my Grandmother and my Mother, you pervert. How would you like it if I went to your house and had sex with your mom?”

“Go ahead, Dude, but I don’t think you’d really want to do that. Have you seen my mother lately? She’s gained about one hundred pounds since you saw her last.”

He looked back at his grandmother who winked again at Michael giving him a little wave before heading downstairs. Much like her daughter she was not only unembarrassed but also totally comfortable being naked. He watched her tits sway and jiggle as she walked down the stairs. Because of what she said, he couldn’t help but to think of his grandmother seks hikayeleri sucking off sailors. Suddenly, he imagined joining the Navy and his grandmother giving him a going away blowjob.

“Jason,” he imagined her saying, “before you sail away to serve your country, I’d like to give you a little going away present to remember me by when you are alone and lonely on the high seas.” ‘Zippppppp!’

‘Stop it! Stop thinking about having sex with your grandmother, that’s so sick. Maybe they’ve been drugged by carbon monoxide poisoning or their drunk,’ he thought. Jason opened up some windows to air out the house. ‘Maybe they were slipped some bad medication or accidentally took an LSD tablet or something like that,’ he thought.

Unable to remove the naked vision of his mother and now his grandmother from his mind, they had the same exact areolas and nipples as one another. He couldn’t think of anything but tits, asses, and pussies and if he thought about anything else, he thought about having incestuous sex with his mother and grandmother. He couldn’t wait to jerk off.

Basically they had the same type of bodies. He couldn’t believe he saw his grandmother naked, the woman who attended Church every Sunday and never said a dirty word in her life or had a bad thought about anyone, he was in shock. Now, she’s talking like a sailor. He had the image again of his grandmother giving sailors blowjobs.

Now, that he saw his mother and his grandmother naked, he was curious about his sister. He wondered if she had the same body as they did, too. Nah, his sister Susan was more petite than either his mother or grandmother and she has little tits, A cup tits. Both his mother and grandmother have B cup tits and wider asses. His sister has a perfect little ass. She has a hot ass.

Fuck, now he’s thinking about his sister’s naked body, too, a body he’ll never see naked because she thinks of him as her baby brother. She’d never participate in this Nude Day celebration. She’s above all of this. She’s Daddy’s little girl. She’s his favorite.

Although, now that he thought of it, now that he saw his mother and grandmother naked, his grandmother’s tits looked a bit bigger than his mother’s tits because, probably, they sagged a bit more.

“I better go down and help your mother with supper,” said Michael. “As a dinner guest, it’s the polite thing to do. Really, I don’t mind helping out.”

“If you step one foot downstairs, Michael, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll stay up here with you until supper is ready,” said Michael looking at his friend. “You don’t mind if I stay for supper do you? I am invited aren’t I? My parents aren’t home. They’re out visiting neighbors. Besides, they don’t celebrate National Nude Day, thank God. Eww, I just threw up in my mouth picturing my Mom and Dad naked. And both your Mom and Grandma invited me to supper and I wouldn’t miss this for the—”

“No, you’re not staying for supper, asshole. Matter of fact, you’re going home now. Get out of my house. And if I find out you told anyone about seeing my mother and grandmother naked, I’ll beat the shit out of you.”

“C’mon, Jason, don’t be like that.”

“Like what?”

“You’re being a pussy and a wimp. You’re not being much of a friend, especially since we haven’t seen one another for nearly a year. We should catch up over dinner while we—”

“Fuck you. Get out! Just go. I need to find out what’s going on here. I need to talk to my mother and grandmother alone without you around leering at them and groping them.”

“Me? Grope them? I was being polite when you mother hugged me and I returned your grandmother’s hug when she hugged me. They hugged me first, Jason.”

“Asshole, frigging liar, you lifted my mother up by her ass cheeks and I saw you touching my grandmother feeling her ass with one hand and her tit with the other. Did you finger her nipple, too?”

“I may have brushed by her nipple with my fingertips for a few seconds accidentally, yeah,” he said with a shit eating green. “Dude the women of your house are all so hot.”

“You’re such a pervert, Michael. And when you leave, don’t you dare go through the kitchen. Don’t go out the back way. Go out the front door.”

Just as Michael turned to go downstairs to leave, Jason’s older sister, Susan, came walking up the stairs with her friend Vivian. They were both naked, too.

To be continued…

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It was early on Saturday morning practice wasn’t due to start for another hour. The school was empty and almost completely quiet. The hallways no longer full of rowdy college students. If you were in the gym and listened close enough you’d hear the TV, and a chair squeaking.

Coach was sitting in his office watching the video of Friday’s game. His chair squeaked under his weight every time he shifted positions. God, it was hard, watching the movement of all their athletic bodies. He was their coach, older, mature and had to do everything exactly right. This morning’s session was more difficult then it had been before. The shifting becoming more agitated, the squeaking more pronounced. Finally, getting uncomfortable, the coach moved to the couch in his office, and relaxed his body into a sitting/slouching position.

The video showed his volleyball team, jumping up at the net, spiking the ball, setting the plays. The girls each had their own unique charm. The captain of the team, who was referred to as Miss, was a senior and about to graduate with a bachelor’s degree. She was the strongest player. Her arms and legs were long and solid, the muscles having been toned from volleyball and workouts for the past four years. Then there was the three juniors, Angelica, who everyone called Angel; Isabella who everyone called Bell and last but not least Virginia. All three juniors majored in fashion design. Then the two sophomores, who rounded out the starting line up, are Grace and Faith. They had just changed majors. Then there were two freshman, Charity who was the little sweet naïve girl, and Sara who acted out the meaning of her name quite well…. Princess. They hadn’t picked majors, yet.

The two freshmen didn’t get a lot of playing time. The team as a whole was working on their technique and capabilities. They were definitely a work in progress. Charity so sweet and innocent struggled around all the dominating personalities of the other girls. Princess Sara struggled with the fact that the team didn’t feel she deserved to be the princess.

There were other things about the girls the coach knew. Their parents probably wouldn’t be too thrilled about the knowledge, but he knew that Miss had a 34C, and Angel struggled with a lot of moisture. Bell kept a seven inch dildo in her locker and used it in the shower when she thought no one was around. Virginia was the known slut of the team, sleeping with most any guy who would give her the time of day. Grace and Faith often had little “meetings” after practice also when they thought no one was around. Charity and Sara had just joined the team. Coach didn’t know too much about them yet, but he was doing his best to find out.

Watching them on the video playing the game, he couldn’t help but rub his hand along the jumping cock in his pants. Every time she served, Miss’s tits would jiggle around, making him want to slide his cock between them. That on top of knowing Angel was always moist, wet, and ready for a cock to be slipped into her gave coach no end of “agitation”.

What coach didn’t know was that the girls had some hidden knowledge themselves. Miss specifically left her bras out knowing he would find it and look. Angel often came in her workout clothes or uniform giving her the added help of extra noticeable moisture. Bell used the dildo in the shower knowing that coach would hear and watch. Grace and Faith, well, they just couldn’t get enough of the lesbian sixty-nine and didn’t care if coach saw or not. Charity and Sara were completely oblivious to everything.

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Practice had finally started, after the coach had jacked off watching his girls win on the video. He was so proud of them. They were his little pets. Now, he watched them run laps around the gym in the required workout uniform — sports bras and Speedo shorts. He couldn’t believe he had gotten away with that one, but they had all agreed heartily that it would be better during practice not to have extra clothing. He watched their bodies work in rhythm as they ran, their legs long and sweaty, some matured into a full figure some a little less developed. It didn’t matter, they were his, and they were beautiful.

Blowing his whistle, to get the girls attention, coach called an end to practice. He just couldn’t take any more of those gorgeous bodies bouncing around in front of him. He was afraid he would give his secret pleasure of watching away. The girls grabbed their stuff and headed for the showers. Coach headed back to his office (next to the girl’s locker room). He opened the door and never saw it coming. All seven girls, grabbed for him from different directions, grabbing arms and legs, putting a blind fold over his eyes. He knew it was them; he could smell them and feel their bodies, the bodies he watched and dreamt about. “Girls, please, what are you doing?”

“Shut up,” yelled Miss. sex hikayeleri “You are not in the place to be asking questions. So, just to make sure you stay quite, we are going to gag you.” Angel walked up in front of him, he knew it was her, he could smell her wetness. She but a ball gag into his mouth, and fastened it around his head. “Now, that you are under our control, stand up. We have plans for you Coach.” Miss knew how to take control of the situation. Sara and Charity still weren’t sure how they felt, but they were doing their part. Angel, Bell, and Virginia were more then ready to have some fun.

The girls led Coach into the locker room. They all needed their showers after practice, so they led him into the shower room. They took Coach’s wrists one at a time, putting a leather band around it and then hooking a chain to the loop on the band. Then they spread his arms out on either side, hooking the chains to pipes. After this was done, they took off his mask and as a group began to slowly undress. Coach looked at each of them, their bodies, glistening from sweat, watching each breast as it fell out of the bra that was pulled off. He watched as each one of them turned their back to him, and slowly pulled their tight shorts off their asses, only to find all of them were wearing black thongs. His heart rate picked up, oh how he loved them.

As they pulled their shorts down, the girls bent over at the waist giving the coach a nice view of their ass cheeks, and scantly clad pussies. They were so beautiful. Miss had a tight round bottom, toned from the years of workouts, and her pussy was trimmed, with soft fine black hair peeking around the thong. Her 34C’s could be seen between her legs, hanging down just a little as she bent over. Miss’s skin had a slight olive tone to it. It was sexy as hell, her nipples just a little bit darker.

Angel looked just like her nickname. She had that beautiful angelic face, with enormous eyes, calling to you when she had that shimmer in them. Her hair was a nice real blonde color, and her skin was creamy white. Her ass was small with just a hint of roundness, and her tits were bigger then anything. She was a 32 B, and her pussy was shaved clean, her clit was just visible from under her hood and was slicked with her always present moisture.

Bell had long rich chocolate brown hair. It shined to perfection when cleaned and brushed. Her eyes also brown were oval shaped, so intense. She was the one girl that was on the bigger side. She was healthy, but she had the curves and sexiness that only comes with a little meat on the bones. She was a 40D and a plus size 20 in most clothes. Her ass was the sweetest thing. It is out there making you want to smack it any time you walk by. You just wanted her to shake it around for you. Her pussy was also shaved smooth; her lips were big and could be seen through that sexy thong, showing off those nice big round ass cheeks. This display made Coach think about the seven inch dildo she used so often.

Virginia was the one black female on our team. Her hair was smooth and shiny, down to her shoulders. Her skin was the color of dark chocolate, just waiting to be licked. She had a round plump ass that makes you want to pinch it. Her breasts were 36 DD, and were so gorgeous. It was torture waiting and watching as she stripped off that tight bra. Coach just wanted to get his cock in between those tits and fuck them. She had hair on her pussy. It was so beautiful seeing her lips peeking out.

Grace and Faith were similar in their appearances. They were both small B cups with dark nipples. Their asses were more on the skinny side then any of the other girls, and their legs were long and beautiful. Their best asset, those legs every guy wants wrapped around him, long and toned. They both look so sexy and fine in short skirts and high heels.

Charity and Sara were less on the developed side. They were only freshman, but they had that naïve air that makes you want to teach them everything about sexual pleasure. They were pretty with their A tits, and the smaller butts. Their pussies weren’t shaved or trimmed, just natural and they were a little shy. They make you want to sit down and pleasure them for hours, knowing that you are giving them pleasure they have never experienced before.

Coach was hard watching each of his girls undress and show off their bodies. They were each different and unique, and he loved their differences. He wanted each one of them, to give them pleasure and to receive pleasure. Their uniqueness was what made them so hot and sexy.

Knowing what they were doing to their Coach, the girls decided it was their turn. All seven walked toward Coach, and helped to stand him up. Then without a second thought, they took out a knife and cut his shirt off of him. They watched it fall off his body, seeing the solid abs and muscle porno hikayeleri underneath. He was well built but not overly so. He had very nice abs but you could see a little extra weight on him. His arms were strong, and you could tell he worked out regularly. The girl’s body temperatures went up another few degrees. Each girl couldn’t wait to get their hands on him.

Next, they slowly put all seven pairs of hands in his gym shorts, and began the process of pulling them down. The shorts, wanted to come off, his body was slick with moisture, but his hard cock was making the front catch. Miss deliberately pulled the cotton shorts, slowly down his length, letting some of her fingers trail behind. She could feel Coach’s cock jumping from the touch. He was watching intently, looking into her eyes as she felt his shaft for the first time. He wanted to cum right there all over her hand, but Coach and the girls all needed more. So, Miss and Coach took deep steadying breaths, and Miss finally got the shorts past his erection.

Now was the time the girl’s had been waiting for. Each of them started running their hands all over their Coach’s body. It was so hot, sweaty, and sexy. He could feel their hands running down his arms, over his chest, just grazing his nipples. They ran their hands down his back, over his ass cheeks, even between them. They rubbed down his abs, over his cock, and down each leg, each one wanting to touch every inch of his body. The girls were each purring, moaning and groaning as they touched their Coach. This was an erotic torture for Coach. They were touching him everywhere, seven girls, his pets, running their hands all over his body. It was beyond his dreams. His eyes closed. He stood their and felt each hand rubbing, touching, gliding over his skin.

“ENOUGH!” Miss yelled. Coach jerked out of his trance. Miss was calling an end to the game. No, he thought, don’t stop now. “We have a plan, girls, we need to follow it. You each know the rules and what we want. So, please remember what was discussed.” ‘Discussed’ thought Coach, ‘they discussed this.’ He was suddenly nervous. ‘What had they discussed?’ These thoughts swarmed his head as the girls looked at Miss and slowly nodded their heads. Each walked away from him and formed a line behind her. Obviously he was the only one in the dark about “the plan”, and he decided to take it one step at a time and find out where he was headed.

Miss walked towards the Coach her hand closed around something he couldn’t quite make out. She walked up to him, looked him in the eye. “Coach, I am going to put a cock ring around you. It is leather and adjustable. If it is uncomfortable in the size, we can adjust it for you, but it is necessary for you to wear it, as you have seven very horny females to satisfy. So, please tell me if it is too tight.” Miss kneeled down in front of her Coach. The man she had played volleyball for four years. The man she’d dreamt about, and gotten off thinking about it. Today was going to be a dream come true. Slowly, and with great precision, she wrapped the leather cock ring around her Coach’s cock and balls.

After making sure he was comfortable, she looked up into his eyes. As they locked eyes, she slowly brought her mouth to the head of his cock. Coach was entranced. She was watching him watch her. She slowly brought the tip of her tongue out of her mouth and licked the head of his cock. It jumped, and that was all the encouragement that Miss needed. She wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and sucked it like it was a lollipop. Licking it and tasting his hotness for the first time, Miss groaned around him. He was so perfect. His skin was hot to the touch; he had small drops of precum standing at his hole. His cock had ridges and was a nice seven and a half inch cock, not too big not too small. Perrrrrrrrrffffeeeccctttt.

Miss, slowly and deliberately took inch by inch into her mouth. He watched her mouth close over the head, then an inch behind the head, and slowly make her way up until his cock was at the back of her throat and she still had an inch and a half to go. He didn’t think she’d be able to take him all. He could already feel the back of her mouth. Their eyes were still locked on each other. This is my girl he thought. She has been with me for four years, I’ve watched her grow, mature, and become so sexy. With that thought, he felt and saw Miss take the rest of his cock into her mouth. She was deep throating him. ‘Oh god’ he thought. This is so hot, I don’t know if I can make it through seven.

“Time is up for you, Miss,” said Angel who was holding a stop watch. Miss stood up and with her eyes still locked with his she said, “We each get five minutes to suck on your fabulous cock, but Grace and Faith have chosen to suck you at the same time, which means they will have ten minutes. That gives you 35 minutes seks hikayeleri with the cock ring on. At that time, we will take it off and let the blood flow. Don’t worry we will take care of you.” She gently kissed him on the cheek. Her 34C’s gently rubbed his chest when she leaned in and kissed his cheek, and his cock jerked hitting her stomach just a little. The connection sizzled.

Each girl walked toward Coach, some looking at his body, some at his eyes, but all kneeled down before him and sucked, licked, and fondled his cock and balls for five minutes except Grace and Faith. They were last. They started walking toward Coach with shining eyes and mischievous smiles. Half-way there they each got down on their hands and knees and began to crawl on all fours towards their Coach. He was in shock, but the girls could see his cock straining and jumping. They knew he was pleased. When the girls were close enough, they reached out and with their hands and ran their nails up the insides of his legs. Each of them cupped his sac, and began a slow rhythmic massage. They bent their heads down together and started licking his shaft. Up and down his seven inches he could feel two tongues, hot and wet running against him the tongues sometimes touching and fusing around him. He was so close to losing his control as he watched them. Grace would bend low looking up into his eyes while sucking and licking his balls while Faith would wrap her mouth around his cock and take almost all of him into her mouth. He was being tortured and loved by two of his pets at once, a dream come true. Miss held the stop watch for the rest of the girls; and after all seven had sucked their coach for their time frame, she stepped forward. “Now, Coach, it is your turn. You did so well, lasting so long with all seven of us. You will be rewarded.” Miss kneeled before him again and took the cock ring off. She could see the deep breath Coach took. He had been sucked, licked and teased for 35 minutes; a man can only take so much. He looked down at Miss, and she looked up. “Now, Coach, Sir, I am going to let you fuck my mouth until you cum. I want to swallow your seed down my throat. I want you to fill my mouth with your hot cock and your hot cum. Girls!”

Bell and Angel went to the walls and undid the chains so that the Coach’s hands were free. “Please, Coach, please, fuck my mouth. Use me as your cum slut and fill my mouth, but remember this, you must only fuck my mouth. You cannot try anything else,” Miss said. Coach was in shock, but he had enjoyed Miss’s mouth the most. He would not pass up this opportunity to fuck her mouth. His girl, his pet would take him all and take all he had to shoot out, he knew this without a doubt.

The other six girls gathered around to watch. Angel and Bell still held loosely to the end of the chain ready to stop Coach from running or doing anything he wasn’t suppose to do. Coach lovingly put his hands on either side of Miss’s head, and placed his cock on her lips. Her mouth opened for him, waiting for his offering. He put his cock slowly inside of her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the head. He groaned. Her mouth was so delicious, hot, wet and so perfect for his cock. He looked down at her, and their eyes once again connected. He began to put more cock into her mouth; she was kneeled before him, accepting it. He pulled her to him, pushing his cock into her throat, he heard her purr, felt the vibration on his shaft. That was his undoing. He shoved his cock into her mouth until her face was in his pubic hair. He began pumping in and out of her mouth. She took it, loving it, tightening her mouth around him. He was pulling on her hair, groaning from the tightness. “You are my little cum slut, aren’t you,” he said. “Your mouth is so perfect for fucking, you whore. Take it all, take every inch of my cock into your mouth, my pet!” Coach watched as Virginia lay down on the floor behind Miss and started to fuck Miss’s pussy with Bell’s seven inch dildo. “Yes, fuck her pussy while I fuck her tight little mouth. Make her cum with me, my pet.”

Coach knew he could not last much longer. He was furiously pumping into Miss’s mouth. She was purring, moaning, and tantalizing the tip of his cock with the vibrations. He ceased to realize what was going on around him. Virginia still lay there pumping the dildo into Miss, trying to keep time with her Coach’s desperate speed. Miss began to gyrate. She was so wet and hot. Her Coach was making her so hot; he was loving her mouth. She felt his body tense. She knew he would explode in her mouth. She was frantic with the need to have her mouth full of his cum. She sucked as hard as she could, keeping time with his movements.

“AHAHH, DAMN, here it cums pet.” Miss started to squirt juices all over the dildo and Virginia as Coach filled her mouth with his cum. They both made sounds of pleasure, release and fulfillment. Miss swallowed every drop of His cum. It was the best thing she’d every tasted. Coach sank to the floor. His body exhausted. That had been the best blow job he had ever experienced. All seven girls had brought him to this eruption of fiery pleasure.

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Anthony stood, hesitantly, and fidgeted with his hands. Rochelle rose from her chair and dropped to her knees in front of him. She looked at her husband, as if giving him one last chance to back down. He simply nodded and smiled. Then she looked up at Anthony.

“You have to take it out for me,” she said.

Anthony looked at Aaron, who instinctively looked away. Although they had seen each other naked before, this was different than the locker room way back in the day. He reached down, unzipped his pants, reached inside, and pulled out his dick. It was already becoming engorged.

Rochelle simply stared it at for a moment. It had been more than twenty years since she had seen another man’s naked penis. She wrapped her hand around it, and it continued to grow. Her eyes shifted to her wedding ring, and she looked again at her husband. He gave her a reassuring nod.

At last, she moved closer to the now nearly-erect cock in her hand, and placed her mouth over it. It felt different than her husband’s, and she suddenly felt her panties moisten. Normally, she would take her time and enjoy the experience, but she knew she was auditioning for a race, so she swallowed his cock entirely to the base and used her powerful tongue to milk it to full hardness.

“Holy fuck!” Anthony groaned.

Grabbing him by the hips, Rochelle stroked his cock with her mouth, bobbing up and down his length at a quickened pace. With each thrust, she took his entire length into the back of her throat, and then out to the head. Over and over, she worked on him, using her tongue and luscious lips to the best of her ability.

She could feel his dick swell in her mouth, and Anthony elicited a loud groan. He flooded her mouth with hot cum, and she swallowed it all instantly, while noticing the distinctively different taste than her husband’s. She continued to swallow until she was satisfied that he had finished. Removing him from her mouth, she rose to her feet.

Anthony’s knees practically buckled underneath him, and he collapsed back onto his chair. “Holy fuck,” he repeated.

For a moment, the three of them were silent. Rochelle looked at her husband, and noticed a strange look on his face. She asked Anthony to excuse them, and then led Aaron into the living room.

“Are you okay?” she asked in a hushed tone.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Aaron said. He was still looking at her strangely.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“I can’t really explain it,” he said, “but…”

He unzipped his pants and produced his rock-hard cock.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited in my life.”

She smiled wide, dropped to her knees, and took him in her mouth. She had barely begun to work on him when her mouth filled with another load of cum. He stifled a moan as several more spurts coated her throat. She swallowed it all eagerly, happy to have earned another “prize.”

“I guess you’re good, then,” she said as she rose to her feet. Aaron nodded.

“I’m even better now,” he said, reassuringly.

When they re-entered the kitchen, Anthony was still seated where they had left him. It appeared as though he hadn’t moved a muscle. They took their chairs around the table.

“Well?” Rochelle said, looking at Anthony. His face was flush.

“I have to say, that was fucking amazing,” he said. “No, seriously. That truly is a unique gift you have.”

“The best you’ve ever had?” Aaron asked, proudly.

“Dude, I’ve had a lot of blowjobs in my life,” Anthony stated. “I’m not prepared to say she’s the best I’ve ever had, based on that one brief experience. But she’s definitely up there. A few years ago, I had my dick sucked by one of the contestants in the NCC’s, and Rochelle just blew her away. No pun intended.”

They laughed, and both Aaron’s and Rochelle’s smiles were ear-to-ear.

“She does something really unique with her mouth,” Anthony continued. “I don’t know what it is. And those big lips feel incredible. And her tongue is so strong, and creates a kind of…suction, I guess. Like I said, I can’t explain it, but it was like fucking a really tight and wet pussy. Actually, it felt better than that. I can’t even describe it.”

“You don’t need to,” Aaron stated proudly. “I’ve been on the receiving end many, many times.”

“You, my friend, are one lucky man.”

“So you think she’s good enough to compete in the NCC’s?” Aaron asked, still beaming with pride.

“This is just my amateur opinion,” Anthony stated carefully, “but I think she could win the fucking thing. Let’s put it this way. The average time for a contender in the tournament to finish a guy is around three minutes and twenty seconds.”

“Wow,” Aaron muttered.

“The best of the contenders usually run around two minutes and fifty seconds. Last year’s winner, Candy Cummings, averaged around two and a half. I didn’t have a stopwatch just now, but I couldn’t have lasted more than a minute. Granted, I was mostly hard before she started. In the tournament, they would have disqualified me. But I also just jerked off yesterday, sex hikayeleri so to make me cum that quickly, a day later, is pretty fucking amazing.”

“So, how do I sign up?” Rochelle asked.

“You don’t,” Anthony explained. “No one signs up. There are thirty-two contenders in total, and they’re all sponsored.”

“Sponsored? By who?” Aaron asked.

“Lots of different people,” Anthony said. “Investors, gamblers, people associated with the webcast. I told you before, there is a shitload of money being made in this tournament. In addition to the webcast money and the gate receipts at the event itself, there is also a huge amount of money made from gambling on the competition.”

“Well, of course,” Aaron said, nodding his head. “It is Vegas, after all.”

“People bet on everything. The overall winner, the winner of each round, the final score of the championship round…”

“Final score?” Rochelle asked.

“There are four days in the tournament, and each day features a different event,” Anthony explained. “The final round lasts for fifteen minutes. The winner is determined by how many loads each contestant is able to get in that time. Last year, Candy won by a score of seven to four. It was a blow-out. That time, the pun was intended.”

“Seven loads in fifteen minutes?” Rochelle said, her expression falling. It hadn’t really occurred to her just how many dicks she would have to suck to get that prize money. Given that she had just sucked her first new cock in more than twenty years, the thought of it was daunting.

“So, it sounds like it’s just about impossible to get into this tournament,” Aaron said with an expression of disappointment.

“Normally, yeah,” Anthony said. Then he added with a smile, “but lucky for you, I know some people.”

***

Aaron and Rochelle arrived at the tall building located in the heart of Boston’s financial district, and took the elevator to the top floor. They were met by a secretary, who eventually led them into the main office. Vincent Minotti met them with a warm smile and a hearty handshake, and invited them to sit in the chairs situated in front of his large mahogany desk.

Surrounding them were large windows revealing the city skyline, which was bathed in a warm orange glow of the setting sun. Minotti was an older man with dark features who appeared to be in his late sixties. He wore what appeared to be a very expensive Italian suit, with a silk tie, golden cufflinks and a large gold watch.

“Can I offer you a drink?” he asked in a gravelly voice with a thick Boston accent. Both Aaron and Rochelle declined.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I’m having one,” he said. “It is the end of a long and profitable week, and I think I deserve it.”

With that, he poured himself a glass of scotch, took a sip, and reclined in his leather chair.

“So, what brings you here today?” he asked, staring intently at Rochelle.

“Your nephew, Anthony, mentioned that you may be able to help us,” Aaron said. “We’re looking for a sponsor for the NCC’s in Vegas this year.”

Minotti’s eyes never diverted from Rochelle. She held her husband’s hand upon his lap and squeezed. She was practically shaking.

“Why are [i]you[/i] here?” Minotti asked, directly to Rochelle. She swallowed hard, and her voice cracked.

“Like my husband said, we’re looking for a sponsor for the tournament.”

“What I mean is,” Minotti said, taking another sip of scotch. “why do you want to do this? You look like a nice lady. A soccer mom. You’ve been married for a long time?”

“Twenty years,” she said, proudly.

“So why are you here?”

Rochelle squeezed Aaron’s hand and leaned forward a little, exposing her ample cleavage. Aaron had encouraged her to wear a low-cut blouse to this interview, as he felt it might help her chances.

“I think I can win,” she stated, “and we could use the money.”

The expression on Minotti’s face changed, and he appeared disappointed by that response.

“…and I love sucking cock,” she added.

Minotti erupted in a loud, cackling laughter, and Aaron and Rochelle laughed with him, nervously. Minotti laughed so hard that he began coughing. He took another sip of scotch.

“Well, that’s good to hear,” he said with a wide smile. He leaned back and squinted toward her, then framed his hands around her face. “You know, you have a little Monica Lewinsky thing going. Has anyone ever told you that?”

She shook her head and smiled.

“You know, this tournament is, first and foremost, about entertaining our audience. My investment firm discovered this event in its very early stage, and today we own a very large share of the media branch of the event. We stream this event to millions of people all over the world, and we make a lot of money doing so. Our audience isn’t necessarily concerned with the talent level of the contestants. They just want a good show. Most of the contestants are gorgeous women. I wouldn’t say their skill is secondary – in fact, they are probably the best in the world porno hikayeleri – but people generally aren’t going to pay $49.95 to watch an average-looking, middle-aged housewife give great head.”

Rochelle nodded her head, and her smile faded.

“That said, I think there’s an interesting storyline here. Our audience might connect with an underdog story like yours. Having someone like you in the tournament lends it a little realism, a little credibility. We’ve been accused in the past of staging and scripting everything, and that hurts the brand. Seeing an average-looking soccer mom in this tournament may be just what we need. Especially if you’re good enough to advance to the later rounds.”

Rochelle’s expression brightened a bit, and she still held tightly to her husband’s hand.

“Of course, you aren’t the only candidate that we’re interviewing for this slot,” Minotti continued. “And, of course, we would have to ask you for a demonstration of your ability.”

Rochelle was prepared for this situation, as she and Aaron had discussed the probability that she would be asked to perform during this interview. She nodded her affirmation to Minotti. He arose from his chair and walked around the desk, and she released her husband’s hand, and lowered herself to her knees in front of him.

“Oh, no, no, my dear,” Minotti said, patting her gently on the shoulder. “Although I’m sure I would enjoy it, I won’t be doing the evaluation myself.”

Flushed with embarrassment, Rochelle returned to her chair as Minotti walked to the door. He spoke to his secretary, and left the door open as he returned to his desk. Moments later, four men wearing expensive business suits walked through the door, with the last shutting it behind him.

“Rochelle, this is our evaluation team,” Minotti said. “Team, this is Rochelle.”

Each member of the team nodded in her direction, although none smiled. They seemed to take their jobs very seriously.

“Rochelle, sweetie, if you wouldn’t mind,” Minotti said, motioning to the man on the far left, who was taking his limp cock out of his pants. After releasing it, he stood with his hands behind his back and stared straight ahead.

Rochelle looked nervously at Aaron, who gave her a nod and a smile.

“You can do this,” he whispered.

She walked over to the man and dropped to her knees. She was just about to reach for his cock when the man on the far right spoke to her.

“When I say go,” he directed. She noticed that he was holding a stopwatch and a clipboard. “Go,” he said.

Rochelle wasted no time, and stuffed the man’s cock into her mouth. Within moments, he had filled her to the back of her throat. He was a bit larger than she was used to, and it was difficult for her to breathe at first, but she was soon able to find a comfortable rhythm. She pumped her mouth over his shaft again and again, using her lips and tongue to elicit his sweet nectar as quickly as possible. She was quickly rewarded, as she felt his hot cum filling her mouth. She swallowed eagerly, and found that he tasted oddly sweet.

She took his cock out of her mouth, and turned toward the man on the right for her next instruction.

“Why did you stop? Did he finish?” the man asked. Rochelle looked confused. The man let out an exasperated sigh, and clicked his stopwatch. “You have to display the cum, darling. Has no one explained the tournament rules to you?”

She shook her head, and the man rolled his eyes.

“Next time, either have the man cum on your face, or spit it out.”

“Just don’t spit on my rug, please,” Minotti added. He then handed her an empty glass. “Here,” he said, “you can use this if you want.”

She took the glass and sheepishly stood to her feet. The man with the clipboard let out another exasperated sigh.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he said, and motioned toward the next man in line, who had already taken his limp cock out. Rochelle knelt in front of him.

“Go.”

She took the second man’s cock in her mouth. Once it reached full length, she noticed it was the same size as the first man’s. She vigorously worked her mouth over his shaft until he, too, unleashed inside her mouth. She nearly swallowed it before remembering what to do. She quickly grabbed the glass beside her and spit a large amount of fluid into it.

“Good,” the man with the clipboard said, and jotted down some figures.

The next man in the line stood with his limp cock out, staring straight ahead with his hands behind his back, just like the others. Rochelle crawled over to him on her hands and knees and positioned herself in front of him.

“Go.”

The third man became erect much quicker than the other two, and Rochelle verified that he was the same size. Although she was becoming sore from all the pounding of the other two large cocks against the back of her throat, she pushed ahead. She could see it was the end of the line, and she wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. She worked her mouth furiously over his shaft until his cock seks hikayeleri swelled, and his balls tightened, unloading another wave of cum into her mouth. It was so much that she nearly choked. She spit it into the glass, and the man with the clipboard made another notation.

All four men left the room, leaving Rochelle still kneeling on the floor. She eventually figured out that her demonstration was over, and returned to her chair.

“Impressive,” Minotti said with a smile. He looked at his watch. “I’m guessing that took less than eight minutes. Impressive, indeed.”

Minotti stared at Rochelle in quiet contemplation.

“Do you have any questions for me?” he asked.

“When will we hear from you?” Aaron asked.

“Soon,” Minotti answered. “Our people will contact you shortly, and let you know either way.”

“If I am accepted,” Rochelle asked, “what are the next steps?”

“We’ll come to that if and when we get to that point, darling,” Minotti answered. “Now, if there are no further questions, I need to get back to work.”

Aaron and Rochelle shook their heads, and Minotti rose to shake their hands.

“Are you okay?” Aaron asked as they departed from the building.

“Yeah,” Rochelle answered, “I’m fine.”

“That wasn’t too bad, was it?”

“No. It was actually kind of fun,” she said with a smile. She then reached down and grabbed his crotch. “I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed to enjoy the show as well.”

“When we get home,” Aaron responded, “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

“Promises, promises,” she said with a grin.

***

The phone call came eight days later. Aaron answered the phone, and wore a smile from ear to ear as the news was delivered. He hung up and embraced Rochelle. They shared a passionate kiss, and spent the rest of the night engaging in excited conversation. The tournament was only six months away, and they spent the next several days planning their trip.

Minotti and Associates were footing the entire bill for their trip to Las Vegas. They would pay for the airfare, hotel, and transportation, as well as the entry fee to the tournament. Of course, they insisted on a thirty percent cut if she won any prize money. Rochelle was already listed on the tournament’s web site, although she had been given the pseudonym “Molly Mounds.” Aaron and Rochelle shared a huge belly laugh together when they first read the name.

“Molly Mounds??” Rochelle blurted, laughing in hysterics.

“Hey, it could be worse,” Aaron said, while scanning the list of contestants. “There are a lot of ridiculous names listed here. ‘Taylor Swallows.’ ‘Heidi Slicktongue.’ ‘Penelope Chokes.’ ‘Mila Lipscumm.’ ‘Charlee Throatbanger.’ ‘Cindy Silkthroat.’…”

Their laughter was interrupted by the ringing of their phone. Rochelle answered, and her smile was replaced with a look of annoyance. She hung up, and set the phone down on the table with a thud.

“What’s wrong?” Aaron asked.

“It was Minotti’s office,” she replied. “They’re sending a guy over to ‘evaluate me.'”

“What? Why?”

“They said it’s part of the contract we signed. Apparently, I’m subject to periodic evaluations to ensure that I’m maintaining my level of performance.”

“Well, that seems reasonable,” Aaron calmly intoned. “After all, they’re making a big investment in you.”

“It’s just annoying,” she pouted. “How many times do I need to prove myself to those people? I’m not their little whore, to be used at their whim whenever they feel like it.”

“I’m sure that’s not how they’re treating you, Ro.”

“Oh, give me a break, Aaron. You know they’re sending some guy over here from the office to get a blowjob as a reward for good work. It has nothing to do with the tournament.”

Before Aaron could respond, the doorbell rang.

“That was fast,” he said.

Rochelle swung open the door, and a young man stood at the doorway, holding a clipboard.

“Good evening,” he said with a smile. “I’m really sorry to bother you. I hope it’s a good time for you.”

Rochelle grabbed his hand, yanked him inside, and shut the door behind him.

“That’s awfully thoughtful of you,” she sneered, “but there really is no good time for this.”

Before he could say another word, she dropped to her knees in front of him, unzipped his fly, and yanked down his pants and underwear. His limp cock dangled in front of her, and she took it straight into her mouth. The young man wore an expression of shock and pleasure as she furiously worked her mouth over his tool.

As she reached around to grab his ass and pull him toward her, he held himself in place by grabbing the table in the hallway. She pumped her mouth so hard against him that she nearly knocked him over with each thrust. Finally, he gave a loud and extended moan. His muscles seized, and he shook as she finished him off.

She rose to her feet, put her face directly in front of his, and opened her mouth to show that it was full of his cum. She then swallowed in one big gulp.

“Satisfied?” she said. The young man simply nodded. “Good, now get out.”

She opened the door, and he scurried away with his dick still sticking out from his pants. Aaron burst into laughter, and Rochelle’s expression eventually cracked until she joined him.

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Chapter 6

Three days had passed since that night. A few business meetings went by with little issue and most all of home life had returned to some level of normalcy. Beverly slept with me.. or, I guess I should say, I was allowed into her bed. We had our normal morning coffee and small talk about ‘stuff’- work, the kids (all grown), chores around the house and thoughts about travel later in the year. I was concerned that the weekend past was now ‘of the past’ and that once again, something had happened and I was just an observer, missing the directions on what to do next.

That all seemed to be the reality until I saw her phone text notifications. Though I respect her privacy, I felt unable to resist and, using her password, looked at the texts. There were 19, all which had been sent in the past 18 minutes. Beverly was taking a long bath after her gym workout and had forgotten to take her phone into the bathroom. I worked quickly, not wanting for her to know I looked.

Three were from work associates- BORING!!

But then there were the rest- 8 as a group text from the women who were sharing their thoughts about the past weekend and sending pics from the bar to Beverly. I had never seen these and from what I saw, I could see why.

The remaining texts were from Maurice and an undisclosed person from a local area code. Being the insecure, curious person that I am, I read his texts, trembling as I feared she would suddenly emerge. He shared a few pics of them together- from the club and from their time in bed.. ‘our’ bed. And then a note telling her that his buddy, the doctor, would be contacting her to schedule the procedure.

Maurice then sent pics of women who had massive breasts- DD and much larger, and teased her that she should get them like this… and that Danny should also!

I put her phone down as I heard her getting out of the bathtub, and luckily, he and the women continued to text her so I hoped that the entirety of the texts, including the ones I had read, would all appear to her at once and she wouldn’t notice that some were already viewed.

But who was the anonymous person who texted her.. and what did that text say?

Chapter 7

Beverly emerged from the bathroom after drying off and asked me to fetch her silk robe from the closet; I did as requested. As I held the garment for her to put on, I noticed a tattoo on her inner thigh. I guess she noticed that I noticed as she stood with her legs apart to give me a full view.

“You like? I got it yesterday during lunch. I went to a tattoo parlor over by the club and the guys there just loved my choice! Isn’t it darling?” she said as I continued to look. The tattoo was perhaps three inches from her pussy, able to be covered by her bikini bottom, but still, a very telling image for all those who would see it. “After Saturday.. and Sunday… the gals thought this would really show how changed I am. You don’t mind, do you?”

I stared at the tattoo- the black spade. I knew what it meant and I knew that after that weekend, she was consumed with lust for Maurice and his delicious cock. I guess I couldn’t blame her. His cock was magnificent and, at what I believe was at least nine inches, was significantly larger than me and able to touch and arouse parts of her pussy that I never could.

“It’s lovely, Beverly. Did it hurt?” I asked, unsure what else to say.

“Oh, it tingled, ya.. but I love it. I may get a few more, here and there. Maybe you should get one too” she said, an air of evil in her tone.

I was, as usual, speechless. She continued to get dressed, putting on red leggings and a tight black top with a plunging neckline. She then went to put makeup on and toy with her hair. I told her that I was going to get some more coffee and I’d be working from home. Ten minutes later, she walked into my office and leaned over to press her body against me, the tight spandex rubbing against my flesh. From her position, she knew I could see her cleavage but I was truly fixated on her face. In looking at her, I realized that she had gotten several more ear piercings and that she now was wearing 3 sets of earrings, the largest being long oval hoops. Her makeup suggested she was going out to a bar and not the office.

“Wow… what’s up? You .. look really hot!” I said, then suddenly became aware that I may not like the answer.

She moved close to me and I was engulfed in her perfume, strong, fragrant and intoxicating. She applied more lip gloss and then said “O, I’m also working from home today, siss. Work’s caught up and I want a lil private time; I may go shopping in a lil bit and find some new outfits, something to wear this weekend. I’m gonna look for something for you, too, baby. Would you like that?” she said, damn well knowing the answer. “What size heels do you wear?” she added, not even trying to hide her intention to find me women’s high heels.

“Also, you know… I made an appointment for us with .. Maurice’s friend. You know.. the one you said bursa escort you would meet back on Sunday morning? So.. be ready for when I get back. Our appointment is at 4pm and we will not be late. I’ll lay out what you are to wear” she concluded, not even asking if I understood or objected.

She looked at me and sensed my apprehension. “Honey, you want me to look sexy, now, don’t you? Hadn’t you been the one who said that my curvy body would be perfect if I had larger breasts? Well??” she asked as she looked intensely at me. Under other circumstances, this would have not even been a question. A few weeks ago, I would already be in the car. But now, it seemed that every step, every little change was gigantic and the repercussions of any of it would have lifelong consequences.

“Well, sure- I know. Yeah, I’ve said that a few times (and had dreamt of her getting DD implants 1000s of times more)- it’s just… do we know anything about this doctor? I mean, I don’t want you to get hurt and we all have seen the stories of plastic surgery gone bad and…” I said, trying to provide her with any reason to hold off.

She looked at me and smiled. “Awe, my sweety siss cares about me! How sweet! I know, and you’re right. That’s why I already checked with the State Board regarding him. He’s Board certified and has been in practice for over 22 years; he has offices in the city but also wanted to help lower income folk who ALSO deserve high quality medical assistance- you do know that even poor folk have cosmetic features which may need help, right? Kids who are disfigured, injured… and so on. They DO deserve medical help, right?” she was so ready for my question that I felt a simple nod and lowering of my head would be the least painful way of ending my reservations.

“We need to go pick out some bras and things, so … two hours and we leave. Got it?” she asked, not waiting for an answer.

The next two hours were fruitless- I couldn’t focus. When I left my office area to go to the bathroom, I saw the clothes she had laid out for me to wear for our afternoon. I stopped and stared- she really wants me to wear this- in the middle of the day- in public? On the bed she had methodically placed matching red satin panties and pushup bra, black tights and a deep purple sweater dress. The sleek knit material just long enough to cover my bottom. I held it to my body and tried to think of how I would not draw undesired attention- my mind was blank. I looked over the bed, ready to lay down and then saw the small jewel case and a note from her “for you, my siss”. Inside I found gold hoop earrings, several rings with semi-precious stones, a matching bracelet and an ankle bracelet with a dozen sparkly rhinestones. I blushed.

I heard her puttering around the house for a while and her voice echoed through the halls as she dealt with the usual office headaches. As a senior partner in her firm, she had miles of latitude in office presence, delegation of duties and project assignments. She was usually quite pleasant and engaging, learning much about her staff and managers. Today, though, she was abrupt in directing her managers to handle a few challenging tasks as she told them she would be indisposed for the remainder of the day and most likely away from the office for at least the following day- and, specifically, that she did NOT want to be bothered with anything shy of a REAL emergency, and even then, to ONLY text her.

And then I received a text from her: “30 minutes to departure, honey. I’m freshening my makeup and lipstick. Let me know if you need any help”. She followed that with a pic of her face and her lips, fully painted and inviting.

I let folk at my office know that I was heading to an afternoon meeting and would not be available and in a building that had terrible phone reception, so I’d catch up with them the following day. And then, off to the bedroom to .. transform.

I looked at the apparel she had laid out for me- I truly couldn’t believe it. All those years of dreaming and fantasizing about ‘being out’ and having her aware and supportive- and now it was actually happening. Though we lived in a large city, we often ran into people we knew in the oddest places. I hoped that this time, this afternoon, our luck would prevail and we would remain oblivious to the world.

Twenty minutes later, freshly showered, freshly shaven and bare, soft, smooth, I felt enchanted as I looked in the mirror to see myself fully dressed en femme. I had been growing my hair longer, ever so slightly, over the past eight months and my hair now covered my ears. With the last touches of makeup, I realized I needed her help and called out to her to help.

Ten minutes of her attention and my hair was lightly curled, frosted and styled to frame my face in a perfectly sexy and feminine manner. She had expected that I would have trouble with my false eyelashes- I think I’m a bid dyslexic; she smiled as she applied a minute layer of eyelash glue to each and then applied them to each side. After 30 seconds of drying time, she told me to open my eyes and I couldn’t believe how I looked- sexy, attractive and totally feminine. I turned my head in the same way I had seen dozens of women do as they inspect their appearance and then I looked at her.

“Well?” I asked, hoping that her honest response would also be a positive one.

“Well?” she mimicked. “Well… indeed. Siss, you are so hot! You really look so pretty and feminine. I don’t know why we hadn’t done this years ago. God knows I KNEW you were wearing my clothes and using my makeup.” She paused. “Well… sissy, sweet Danny, this is the chance to make up for lost time! Don’t you think?” Then she spritzed a new perfume behind my ear and onto my formed cleavage. “Let’s go.”

While I had worn high heels a few times when I went to a few gay clubs out of

town, it had been some time and I had to focus on my walk. She placed her arm through mine to help steady me and to help me enhance my femme swish and sway. She mentioned how she thought I had a natural feminine gait and that she knew men would just love to watch my sexy ass move.

“Don’t worry, I’ll drive. You just sit there and look pretty” she ordered. A few miles down the road and I saw that we were not going to our usual mall nor our ‘usual’ part of town.

“So…” I asked, “where are we headed?” I wanted to look around but was afraid that someone might look in and notice me. Though the windows were tinted, there was ALWAYS that chance.

“Have a cigarette, darling. And light one for me, too” she said. I looked around. “There, in my purse.” I reached in and found the VS120s as well as a smaller bag which was full of makeup and off to the side, a small box of condoms which was already open. “O sweetie, I was at the gal’s salon and they had some cute items there- I bought you your own purse. Go ahead and transfer your ID and stuff into it. It has a separate section for your makeup and lipstick holder.. and whatever else you might want to put in there. You always said you need something to keep yourself organized.. well” and she touched my thigh, her long nail running up to the top.

Sunlight glistened on her nails and I could tell that she was getting used to having them. She stretched her hand out showing them off, almost like she knew I was observing and thinking about them. “Aren’t they darling? First stop is to get some just like that.. for you.” And then she reached to caress my breast.

She pulled into a strip mall and pulled up to a beauty salon, smiled at me as she turned the car off and announced “We’re here! The ladies are waiting for us. So move that sexy ass of yours and go in.”

We entered and they all immediately greeted us with loud joy. “Baby… lemme see you!” They greeted Beverly with warm hugs and wrapped their arms around me. “Shuggah… we gonna take the “man” out of “man”-i-cure” Sasha said as they all laughed. They held my shoulders and directed me to the front chair where they began to prep me.

Beverly then said that she had some errands to run, that she wanted to see some of the dresses in Tanya’s store, which was a few doors down. “You make Danny look pretty now… do whatever you think sisss needs” she said and the remaining women smiled as they agreed.

“I see you got false eyelashes on. Those are real pretty, honey. But we gonna do one bettah. You trust me, right, baby?” she asked, barely waiting for an answer as she slowly removed them from my eyelids. “Now, whats we gonna do is put on real eyelash extensions. These you can wear for ovah a week, and they won’t come off” she said. “I see you wearing the kinda long ones, but let’s go a bit longa, K?”

And with that, she had me laying back completely in the chair, Sasha doing my eyelashes as one of the staff started on my nails.

“Ya, make Danny’s the 1″ extensions and let’s go with the Slut Red, which matches his lipstick” she said to the young woman. “You just keep your eyes closed and relax, I gonna set you up jus fine. How bout we have a lil somethin to help you relax- I got just the thing. Beverly’s man hooked me up with this and it’s sooooo good.”

With that, she put the joint to my lips and I inhaled deeply several times. My mind drifted around the world as the music they were playing seemed to merge right into my body. Sasha brought the joint to my lips again and I took another hit. I felt restless but captive, anxious to see Beverly but the stress that would normally accompany this state of being just fell apart like sand through one’s hands. I was glad; I hated that feeling of anxiety. I wanted calm, a sense of focus on my own femme being, to see my hands changed and my eyelashes sensuous. That is what I wanted and I asked for another hit from the joint.

Chapter 8

“Baby, you there? Wake up, honey. We all done and I gotta say- you sooo prettyyyy” Sasha said as I opened my eyes, not sure of how long I had drifted off. As I opened my eyes, I could see Beverly off to the side chatting with the görükle escort bayan women in the salon. Sasha held the mirror before me and I gasped. I couldn’t believe what I saw.

“We did a bunch more- you was resting and Beverly wasn’t back so .. we just kept goin!” Sasha said with almost a school girl sound of pride in her voice. “You know, your eyelashes came out perfect but then we said ‘why not do all the eye makeup.. and let’s use that shoulder length wig..’ so, Danny… we did!”

I had no idea of what they did or how they did it but my look was truly stunning. Then I saw that Beverly had her phone out and was taking and sending pics of me. I wondered who she was texting- Maurice? Her other new friends? She had a big smile on her face which made me happy; ever since the past weekend, I noticed such a difference, for the better, in how she was feeling, looking, thinking and acting. Finally, I could see the woman I knew so long ago- full of zest and a joie de vivre, bypassing the drudgery of everyday, mundane tasks and instead focusing on herself.

As I took another glance into the mirror, stunned and excited at the image I saw, I felt my phone vibrating and looked to see the text messages. One was from Beverly; she had sent me a dozen pics which she had taken of me, each paired with her suggestive comments. The other was from Maurice. It was now obvious that she wasn’t just texting me. The words of admiration from Maurice made me blush. Sasha peeked at my phone and looked at me, smiling.

“Honey, he don’t make comments like dat fo jus any-one.. nuhh.. uhhh” she said;

Sasha, I came to discover, loved to use her southern style of speaking when she wanted to emphasize something. “He likin yo looks a bunch!”

I blushed.

“Danny, why didn’t we do this years ago? You are such a doll. All those times you told me that you wanted me to have a lover.. to go out and find cock… that you wanted to lick me while men fucked me,” she paused, looking at me, mesmerized, it seemed, as she saw the new.. the real me, sitting right before her. She continued “I knew there was something different about you when we started dating- you were so sensitive and kind but you were also always wanting me to dress slutty. Not for when we were alone in my apartment but when we went out. All the time.” She touched my arm softly, her long nails running along my flesh.

“And you know, siss” her voice lingered, softly but loud enough for all to hear, “when I came home that night.. you know.. that night when I was drunk and wondered if you would be mad.. that I had made out with several guys that night, my pussy was sooo wet” she looked at me, I could tell she was, now, clear of mind, fully sober and fully recalling the night- “I saw your reaction, how you were turned on. And when you just melted when I started sucking your cock! You remember that, baby?” she asked, knowing full well that I did indeed.

I looked at her, the glassy look in her eyes would suggest to unsuspecting observers that she was high; in some ways, I guess she was. “Yeah.. yes, yes, I remember” I managed to utter. “Yeah, how you wrapped your lips around my cock and- and.. you had never done that before, never ever… I was so shocked, surprised.. aroused! Bev, you were like a totally different person, a.. hot, sexy, wanton woman”. I looked at her and then ran my own long, painted nails along her arm.

“Mmmm, baby, that feels good. Your nails look so sexy and pretty! We’ll find a way for you to have them this way all the time. There’s no going back now, Danny.. Right? You don’t want to go back to how things were before.. do you?” she asked as we touched hands. I could sense her fear and concerns, that somehow she, or I, would suddenly have some form of remorse and revert back to the boring life we had, where fantasy and little moments of passion were all that existed in our sexuality.

I looked into her eyes, my long, long eyelashes swaying up and down as I ached to comfort her and assure her that we would never go back to the boring and complacent lifestyle that reflected our middle age years. “No darling… Beverly, I never want to have the old me back… ever. My desires, how I am, right now, this past weekend, and how you are, how erotic and sexy and satisfied you were- THAT is how we both will be from now on. No secrets and no need for fantasies when we are both enjoying and becoming who we really want. I knew that night that I was not a man, that I loved knowing that you had made out, that you had found pleasure in sucking a Man’s cock and so openly showed your newly discovered skills to me. How a man was able to persuade you to suck his cock where I had failed miserably. And to realize, when I touched your wet pussy, that I wanted… WANTED .. to taste cock cum- cum from that guy’s cock, and how turned on I was from that. I wanted to devour your pussy and fill my mouth with your mixed cream.”

I looked at her, and then at the women in the salon, all who had been listening and smiling. “Beverly, I will do whatever else is needed to help you know that this is the new me and that I’m never going back.” And I squeezed her hands and then blew her a kiss.

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A few days later Brandon and the girls looked in admiration at the structure they had constructed. Considering it had been raised with nothing more than a combination of rope, large sticks, grasses, and fern leaves it was a pretty fair achievement. Progress had been slow at first, but in the ensuing days the four had quickly learned to work together to make the process faster. Also of great help was that Mel’s ankle returning to normal allowing Brandon to focus more on his plan than splitting his time between doing most of the heavy work and planning the shelter.

The shelter was suspended a foot or so above the ground. The supporting wood for the flor was lashed to six trees. The roof and walls were also supported by large sticks lashed to the same six trees. The new shelter had room for all four of the friends to sleep comfortably and independently. Although once Brandon saw that the girls had created two large beds it became clear that this feature was probably unnecessary. The interior of the structure had progressed with the exterior, as when all materials had been gathered, Katy in particular had found little to do.

Brandon was not too surprised therefore to find her and Ashley talking avidly one day at lunch. When he went over to investigate he found them planning to use the excess clothing from the boat they had no use for and some thread they found to create some comfort elements for the inside.

As the tour moved inside he found they had out done themselves as the new beds far outdid his fern ones. The new larger versions were much softer and included sheets, pillows, and even a pair of blankets that had been found in with the clothes. Of course as the sun poured into the room through a small window he had put in facing the sea, he recognized the value of another of Katy’s additions. He was shading his eyes and was complaining about the suns’ glare when Katy pulled closed a set of dark curtains.

“Thanks Katy,” he said sheepishly, “Guess I didn’t think of that little element.”

“Of course you didn’t, but that’s because you’re a guy.” Katy said as she crossed the room to be at Mel’s side.

“And we love that about you of course” Ashley said with a kiss. “So, we figured we would just give a woman’s touch to your grand plan. I might add your shelter is very good though, nice and sturdy.”

“Yeah Brandon, you did a good job,” Mel added. “I gotta admit I was skeptical at first but this is a fine home.”

“Well thanks ladies,” Brandon said, “Both for the praise and the help. It is fitting that this place has a ‘woman’s touch’ as I am outnumbered three to one here.”

“Like your complaining, darling,” Ashley joked, “We did notice that sturdiness was a very high priority when you designed this place.”

“Yeah well…” Brandon said feeling his cheeks grow hot, “I’m not the only one, I notice that those mattresses you ladies built also had sturdiness in mind.” At this it was Ashley’s turn to blush as Katy smiled a mile wide and giggled.

Moments later Mel broke the silence, “So…was this the end of your surprise? Because as good as this is, it’s not that new.” Mel said a bit critically.

“Oh no.” Brandon said as he smiled wide, “As to that, we need to take a bit of a walk, but that will have to wait until tomorrow. We need to prepare properly, so we’ll set out after breakfast tomorrow.” Upon seeing the disappointed looks on the three beautiful faces, he said, “Look, I assure you its worth the wait, and we’ll go first thing in the morning. I would go tonight, but since I’m still unsure of what is out in those woods I think it would be reckless to do it tonight.”

“He’s right,” He heard Mel state glaring at him, and looking down at the disappointed look on Katy’s face he knew why. Nonetheless she still agreed with his assessment. “It would be highly stupid of us. Plus, I don’t know about you guys but I am pretty hungry.”

Brandon nodded his agreement and heard the others agree and silently they all went about tasks for gathering food. For a special treat given the celebration of finishing the shelter they even used some of the canned food. So they had canned ham and some canned vegetables with their customary fruit for dinner.

After the best meal they had had in over a week the four went to the new shelter to break it, and the new beds, in. Brandon and Ashley flopped down on to their bed and after noting its softness the pair got right to business.

They began a lengthy make out session as they rolled around on the new bed. Soon Brandon felt Ashley’s hands moving all over his body. He returned the roaming by doing some roaming of his own, her tits and perfect ass being his favorite targets.

When neither could stand it further they broke the kiss and began to remove items of clothing. This was a more lengthy process than usual because due to the celebration as well as during construction of the shelter, all four had taken to wearing the clothes bursa otele gelen eskort they had found.

Brandon’s attire was not that different, his swimsuit and a tee-shirt were still his usual attire. Not really wanting to borrow any of the kidnappers’ clothes or wear women’s clothes. Ashley was wearing a tee-shirt and short skirt, the shortness mostly due to the fact that it had been Katy’s. Brandon did note upon slipping his hand beneath it that she did not have on panties. Once he had been stripped of his shirt and he felt her hard nipples press against him he was sure of two things. Ashley was not wearing a bra and that she was quite turned on.

The former was confirmed when Ashley shed her own shirt and bared her firm mounds for his view. He did far more than view them though as his hands gravitated to the erect nipples and he gave them a quick teasing. He heard Ashley moan in response before he rolled her unto her back and attacked her tits with his mouth and hands. While he did this his free hand gravitated lower and worked its way under her skirt quickly finding her sopping wet pussy. He heard her cry out in pleasure as his fingers entered her tight hole. As he began pumping them in and out of her he broke contact with her tits and kissed down her flat stomach before lifting the skirt to give him better access to her pussy.

He decided to tease her a bit first by starting at her inner thighs and he kissed his way up, licking some of her juices off them as he made his way to her drooling slit. He proceeded to tease her swollen outer lips before parting them with his probing tongue.

Once he had done that for a while he felt her hand clamp onto the back of his head. He chose that moment to begin working her clit with his tongue. He located the sensitive nub and began rapidly running his tongue over it. For effect he also worked his fingers in and out of her hole. The effect was instantaneous as he heard Ashley cry of loudly in ecstasy and her thighs clamp down on his head as sweet fluid rushed out to meet his still lapping tongue.

When she had released him he kissed his way up her body until he reached her mouth. She was still breathing heavy as he kissed her but he felt her hand reach into his shorts and wrap around his hard shaft. He looked at her and seeing the pleading in her lust filled eyes knew what she wanted without words.

He stood up and removed his shorts, when he looked back at Ashley found her on all fours facing Katy and Mel. He shrugged and took his place behind her and in one smooth motion entered her from behind. As he thrust into Ashley they were treated with the sight of Mel’s bare ass raised in the air as she worked Katy’s pussy with her tongue. Katy, clearly enjoying the treatment, lay naked on the bed thrashing and moaning. A few minutes later Katy gave a shriek of pleasure and came. Mel’s face stayed buried in the blonde’s crotch few a while, after before Mel got up and went in search of something.

Brandon returned his attention to Ashley and picked up his pace a bit. His attention was again diverted when he saw the busty blonde on the other bed approach his. Once she reached his bed she walked on her knees until her face was near his she gave him a kiss.

“Mind if we join you two?” She asked. Brandon shook his head and Katy continued, “Good, now if you could make some room by backing up a bit that would be great.” A bit baffled Brandon complied with the request and slowly led Ashley back so he was close to the head of the mattress. When Katy gave a nod, he stopped, and she immediately positioned herself under Ashley giving the blonde better access to the brunette’s tits.

Ashley moaned her appreciation at Katy’s efforts as the blonde’s mouth went to work on her tits. As Brandon resumed his thrusting he noted that Ashley was returning the favor a bit, sucking on Katy’s large boobs any chance she got. Soon after this had commenced Mel returned wearing her strap-on and the extent of Katy’s plan was clear. The red-head spread Katy’s legs and plunged the plastic cock into Katy’s waiting hole.

The redhead made quite a sight as she thrust in and out of Katy. Close up her naked features were all the more impressive. As Brandon’s thrusting steadied his mind wondered a bit to what Katy had said a few nights back about Mel, and in that moment a part of him imagined it was Mel he was fucking not Ashley. That ended when the two pairs of green eyes met. Brandon saw a challenge in the redhead’s eyes and followed her gaze to the tangle that was Ashley and Katy between them and understood.

He nodded and saw her pick up her pace and heard Katy’s tit muffled gasp of pleasure. He matched her pace and heard Ashley’s groan of pleasure. Each kept going faster and faster determined to get their partner to cum first. Soon Ashley and Katy were thrusting back and too out of breath to maintain their attention of each others tits. The shelter filled with the bursa eve gelen escort bayan moans of all four as Mel and Brandon fought cumming and their thrusts hurtled Katy and Ashley toward their climaxes. In the end it was Katy that reached first, closely followed by Ashley. Upon feeling Ashley’s pussy clamp on his shaft Brandon too came, but he was pleased to here Mel cry out seconds later.

In Brandon’s mind the competition had been a draw as Katy had pushed herself over the edge by playing with her own tits. Still the result was four very satisfied individuals.

The four collapsed on the mattress. Brandon felt Ashley settle in on his right side with her head buried in his shoulder and she wrapped one leg over his right leg so that he felt her warm pussy on his leg. He was more surprised to feel another smaller form attach to his left side as Katy snuggled up to him. She took a similar position to Ashley and he felt both give him a quick kiss on the cheek before he looked and saw Mel spooned behind the blonde. He used his right arm to hug Ashley closer and, not wanting to start trouble with Mel placed his left under his head.

They had not been lying long when a small hand attached itself to his soft cock and began jacking him off. It was then he noted that Katy had pulled back slightly and he looked down to find Mel’s hand buried in her wife’s pussy. Things got more interesting when another hand began playing with his balls. He looked over at Ashley who just smiled and engaged him in a deep kiss. As he kissed Ashley he felt Katy kissing his neck.

Soon after both hands stopped and released him before he felt Katy leave his side and straddle him. He soon felt her impale herself on his now fully hard shaft and relished the feel of the blonde’s pussy. It had been the first time since the night of the bet he had felt her, as things had returned to normal the next evening. Not that he could complain, as getting sex from Ashley every night was hardly something to complain about.

The blonde began fucking him, and her large tits did their usual bouncing, which Brandon admired from his vantage point. His view was soon broken by a kiss from Ashley. When she broke the kiss it was to give attention elsewhere on his body and Brandon noted that she was not the only one who had joined the fun as Mel now knelt behind Katy and was kneading the large boobs from behind while showering the blonde with kisses all over her body.

Ashley and Mel joined, adding extra stimulus and soon both Brandon and Katy were well on their way to climax. As he approached his climax Brandon began meeting Katy’s bounces with his thrusts. The effect was immediate, and both came hard. Their partners continued to shower them with kisses and Mel lifted Katy off Brandon, lowered her to the bed next to him and in response he pulled the blonde close.

The drowsy pair watched as Ashley and Mel made out for a bit at the foot of the bed while fingering each others pussies. Soon both women broke the kiss and cried out as they came on each others fingers. Both collapsed to the mattress soon after and Brandon felt them resume their former positions in the group snuggle. Ashley worked herself back into his embrace and Mel removed his arm from Katy before spooned her wife from behind. Ashley kissed him good night and both women snuggled up to him further as he drifted off to sleep.

Brandon awoke the next morning to the feeling of a small hand working his morning wood. He looked to his left and was met by Katy’s smiling face, she raised her head and kissed him. After a while Katy wriggled out of Mel’s embrace and positioned her mouth over the hard shaft. As Katy had positioned herself over a quickly awaking Mel, the redhead began to play with the blonde’s tits and pussy.

Brandon groaned as Katy’s mouth went to work on his shaft and he felt the results of Mel’s ministrations in the reverberations of Katy’s moans on his cock. While he was enjoying Katy’s work he felt Ashley’s head lift from his right shoulder as she too awoke.

She took a quick assessment of the situation and after kissing Brandon quickly positioned herself in Katy’s vacant spot facing Mel’s crotch. In response Mel turned on her side to not only give Ashley better access, but allowed the red-head access to the dark haired woman’s pussy. Brandon seeing this had other ideas and tapped the blonde on the shoulder and as the brown eyes looked at him he patted the spot where Ashley had been laying moments before and understanding Katy got up and laid down on her side facing him.

Brandon got up and positioned himself behind Katy and cuddled up to her before lifting her right leg. As he did he felt her hand guide him to her opening before he thrust forward and entered her warm pussy. He slid right into her wet pussy and immediately began thrusting behind her as he watched Mel roll Ashley onto her back as the pair continued to lick at each other’s pussies. Soon after Brandon’s right hand found Katy’s ample chest and began kneading the impressive tits and playing with the sensitive nipples.

The pair fucked in silence as they watched Ashley and Mel get closer and closer to their orgasms. Brandon began to pick up his initial slow pace as he felt Katy pushing back to meet his thrusts. As he picked up his thrust slightly he heard a soft moan of appreciation from the blonde. It was clear she was as transfixed with the other pair as he was.

Not long after the frenzied licking of Mel produced results and Ashley cried out for her first orgasm. Soon after Mel too felt release as Ashley pushed her over the edge. The pair did not stop there though. Soon Ashley came again then Mel then Ashley. The pair traded orgasms for a few minutes before they both collapsed.

Brandon, turned on by the show he had witnessed, combined with the feel of Katy’s pussy around his hard cock and the feel of her soft tits in his hand, soon felt himself teetering on the edge off orgasm. He gave Katy one hard thrust and tweaked her sensitive nipple and as he released his load into the blonde’s waiting pussy, he felt it clamp down on his shaft and her body shaking against his in orgasm.

“I must say ladies that was some wake up, I could get used to that.” Brandon said and noted that all three nodded in agreement.

“I don’t know about y’all but I think we should probably put the beds together,” Ashley said, “because if we continue to sleep this way, on just one, its going to get pretty crowded every night.” Again everyone agreed and after everyone was up and dressed Mel and Brandon hefted the two mattresses together so they faced the window. After all were satisfied with the bed’s position the quartet headed out of the shelter to prepare breakfast as well as lunch for the day’s mystery trip.

After breakfast had finished Katy began looking like a kid at Christmas. Noticing she was practically bouncing out of her seat with excitement, Mel asked, “So, Brandon, you going to show us this surprise of yours? Because Katy can’t take much more of this.”

Brandon also noted the excited blonde before smiling and saying, “Of course, if everything is ready, we can leave.”

They gathered the food and Brandon collected the pistol before he led the three ladies to the path out of camp. The hike was long, but not nearly as long as the first time he had made the trek. As they neared the clearing that contained the natural hot tub he had all three women close their eyes. To be sure the surprise was not ruined Brandon covered Katy’s eyes, as he was sure she would not be able to resist looking. He had the other hold onto his raised arms Ashley on the right and Mel on his left.

“Okay girls you can open ’em,” he said as he pulled his hands from in front of Katy’s eyes. Three set of gasps of wonder filled the air as the girls realized what they were looking at.

“I wish I could claim credit for building this, but its completely natural, I found it while searching the island for you three. Pretty cool eh?” Brandon said smiling.

“Brandon! It’s awesome, and so worth the wait.” Katy said turning and giving him a huge hug before saying, “Can we go in, Brandon, pleasssse?” The way she said it was so cute it made him think of a kid at Christmas.

“A smoking hot kid with an incredible rack,” he thought to himself with a chuckle before saying, “Of course, why do you think were here?” Katy’s eyes lit up before a devious look crossed her face.

“Last one in has to orally please the others.” She said sprinting toward the pool. It turned out the head start did not give the blonde any advantage as Brandon and Ashley caught her easily with their long strides and were quickest to the pool. Mel on the other hand cheated and picked up the blonde in mid stride before slowly lowering herself into the churning water with the tiny blonde raised well above the surface of the pool. Katy squirmed in Mel’s arms trying to touch the water but to no avail. Mel’s stomach had disappeared beneath the water before Katy made contact with the water.

“Well, my little nymph, it appears you will be doing the pleasuring this afternoon. Seeing as you’re the last one in.” Mel said with a grin before lowering Katy into the water. Katy emerged from the water and glared at her wife.

“I was not dear, you cheated and you know it.” Katy said.

“Regardless, you were still last, those are the facts. So, why not put that tongue to better use on my pussy.”

“But…” Katy tried to protest.

“No buts, missy,” Mel said giving Katy a stern look. “Just that wonderful tongue of yours on my aching pussy.” Katy looked unfazed by the command.

“Since you cheated and she was first in anyway I will lick Ashley’s pussy first, thank you.” Katy said turning her back on Mel. Ashley looked surprised, but pleasantly so, as Katy waded over to where she sat and she immediately followed the blonde’s direction to sit on the edge of the pool.

Katy immediately pushed aside the red material of Ashley’s swimsuit and began her slow and steady attack on the dark haired mound. As he watched her work Mel sidled up to him for a better view of Katy’s work. A few minutes later, Ashley’s moans grew louder and more frustrated.

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She certainly had a busy night. Between the time she came home and found her husband in her clothes and the time they woke up, she had fucked him with her 10-inch dildo four times. He was barely able to tolerate the first two times, and the third and fourth were excruciating. Sometime after that, his wife either pulled the dildo out of his ass or he expelled it himself.

They woke pretty much the way they fell asleep. He was still dressed in a black dress, bra and stockings. Some time during the night the cum soaked panties had come off. His wife lay next to him naked, her short brown hair soaked in sweat from the constant fucking she gave her husband that night. Her pussy was sticky from her own juices but none of him. In fact, she had not touched his cock all night. She rolled off the bed and looked at him. There was something strangely erotic to the scene. She never fantasized about dominating or cuckholding her husband, but between her legs tingled at the sight of him lying in bed.

“Roll over on your back,” she said and he complied immediately, wincing as his ass cheeks pressed into his raw anus. She climbed onto the bed and straddled his head, lowering her musky pussy onto his mouth. “Lick me,” she ordered.

Her husband started sucking on her pussy using his tongue to probe deep inside her. Usually he did not go down on her after sex, even if he had not cum in her. A nice clean pussy is one thing, but he avoided “used” ones. But not this morning. She grabbed him by the hair and forced his face into her snatch, riding his mouth to her own pleasure. When she came, her juices flowed out of her and she used her pussy hair and labia to spread it around his face. Satisfied, she got up and off the bed.

“Get up,” she said and he did as he was ordered. It was clear that sometime during the night he had cum again, this time on her dress.

“You’ve ruined that dress,” she said to him. “You know I don’t have a lot of good clothes to wear. You’re going to have to get me another.”

“Yes, dear,” he said like the now pussy-whipped husband he was.

“Take a shower. We’re going shopping this morning,” she said as she wrapped a robe around herself and headed to the kitchen.

Her husband headed for the bathroom and started to undress. He got the dress off and looked in the full-length mirror. He thought he looked good in the bra, garter and stockings, but knew he would never enjoy getting dressed up again. His wife would be looking for telltale signs that he had been in her clothes. No, he had his fun for a while. He climbed into the shower and washed himself off. His cock was a sticky mess and it took some extra cleaning to get the cum out of his pubic hair. When he was done, he dried himself off and applied some aloe lotion to his burning sex hikayeleri asshole.

He found his wife back in the bedroom laying out her clothes and he went over to his bureau to get his own.

“You don’t need yours,” his wife said, “this is what you’re wearing today.” She was pointing to the clothes that she had laid out on the bed. There was a pink turtleneck sweater, black skirt, pantyhose, bra and panties. On the floor was a pair of black pumps. He stared at the clothes and started to object, but she cut him off.

“What’s the matter? All of a sudden you’re not interested in women’s clothes anymore?”

Her husband said nothing, choosing to remain silent rather than incur her wrath. No, he’d let this blow over in due course.

“I’m taking my shower,” she said as she headed for the bath. “Be dressed when I come out.” She shut the door behind her and he heard the water start to run. He dressed as quickly as he could given the assortment of clothes that she had left for him and in a few minutes he was sitting on the bed waiting for her.

“Very pretty,” she said as she stepped out of the bathroom. She was still drying herself with a towel which she dropped to the floor leaving her naked. “We’ll have to do some touch-up work. Come over here.”

He sat at her make up table and she started working on him applying makeup and eyeliner to him while standing directly in front of him. Her small tight breasts were nipple-to-eye with him and he could not help look at them and feel his cock harden. He reached up to fondle them but instead received a hard slap across the face.

“Don’t even think of that,” she said to him. Then, looking down and noticing his hard-on tenting the skirt he was wearing added, “and get rid of that!” He didn’t need to be told twice since the slap in the face quickly deflated his cock.

Once she finished with the make up, she went to the closet and pulled out a wig of long, black hair. Setting it on his head she shifted it around until she stepped back satisfied that she had it right.

“Go downstairs and wait for me,” she told him, “And put your wallet in this.” She handed him a purse and he got up and left the room, pausing in front of the full-length mirror briefly to admire the way he looked. He may be in trouble with his wife, but this was the best he had ever looked dressed in women’s clothes. “Maybe,” he said to himself, “I should get caught more often.” But he though different when he sat down on his sore asshole.

His wife joined him a few minutes later. She was dressed more casual, more male-like, in jeans, denim shirt and work boots. With her short hair, small breasts and muscular body you could almost mistake her for a man. It was almost like she was trying to hide her femininity porno hikayeleri as much as she was trying to expose his.

The ride to the mall was a fairly short one, but the cold silence in the car made it all that much longer. She drove… he didn’t even bother to ask for the keys… and parked in the parking garage. It was then that he thought of the possibility of running into someone that might know and recognize him.

“Do we both have to do this?” he asked, hoping that maybe he could wait in the car.

“Yes,” she answered coldly.

They both got out of the car and walked into the concourse of the mall. At first he was self-conscious, looking at everyone hoping that if he saw someone he knew he could avoid them before they saw him. But as they walked, he realized that he was doing what he always wanted to do, walk around in public in women’s clothes. His heart pounded with fear and excitement as they made their way through the mall to Anna’s which was a moderately priced women’s clothing store. His wife picked out here dresses. One was a slinky black number similar to the one her husband had soiled. The other two were pink and blue in color, with a sexy cut to them.

“Let’s go,” she said to him as she headed for the changing rooms. He followed her in and she tossed the two dresses to her husband, holding on to the black one.

“Try those on and let me see,” she said and she disappeared behind the curtain of her changing area. He went into his and slipped out of his sweater and slacks and into the blue dress. It was a snug fit, clinging to his ass and bust, but it was a very sexy looking outfit. He emerged from his changing area and went into his wife’s. She looked stunning in the black dress she had put on.

“Kneel down,” she said to him and did so without asking why. She lifted one foot onto the sitting bench in the dressing area and lifted the hem of the dress, exposing her pussy to him. Without saying a word, she grabbed his head and buried his face in her pubic hair. Her husband’s tongue immediately went to work on her, probing deep inside her. One of her hands held his head in place while the fingers of her other hand found and massaged her clit. She writhed in pleasure moaned loudly as she stimulated herself and her husband went down on her until a voice interrupted them.

“Is everything OK in…” the salesgirl said until she saw what was going on. “Sorry,” she added and turned and left.

Her husband probably did not even hear the sales girl since his tongue never stopped and in a minute his wife climaxed with such intensity that her juices ran down the length of her leg. She continued to rub his face in her pussy milking every throb of her orgasm. When she was satisfied, she looked down at him.

“Clean seks hikayeleri me up,” she ordered and her husband immediately started licking her pussy. She pushed his head down and he licked her juices off her leg until he reached her foot. Sticking his tongue out he cleaned all of her cum off her foot. When she was satisfied, she started taking off the dress she was wearing.

“Go get dressed,” she told him and a few minutes later he emerged carrying the two dresses he had tried on and carried them over to the register. His wife had the black dress she had just worn.

“Pay the lady,” she said and walked away to look around the store while the sales girl rang up the purchases.

“$259.97 please,” she said once she had totaled the purchases.

She took the credit card, swiped it and looked at the name on the card. It said “Michael”. She looked up, then down at the card again and then up again.

“Can I see your license?” she asked. Michael reached into his purse and pulled out his driver’s license.

“Is everything OK?” his wife asked the sales girl who was looking back and forth between the license and her husband and then finally, with a broad smile, at his wife.

“Oh, absolutely,” she replied and handed the sales slip to Michael to sign.

Angela gathered up their packages, turned and walked out of the store and over to her husband who, embarrassed at the register, was sitting on a bench in the mall, legs crossed looking positively feminine. Guys were passing giving him second looks, although she was not sure it wasn’t because they recognized a guy in drag.

“Come on,” she said to him. “I have more shopping to do.” They walked to the car and Angela got behind the wheel again. She thought for a minute and then smiled. Their next stop would be a surprise. She headed towards a store which always had a good supply of costumes, even when it wasn’t Halloween. She pulled in and told him to wait in the car until she came out and disappeared into the store, coming out a few minutes later with a bag in her hand.

“What did you buy?” Michael asked, partly to strike up a conversation and partly out of curiosity. Angela just started the car and pulled out of the lot.

“You’ll see soon enough,” she replied and they headed towards their house. When she pulled into the driveway, she turned to her husband and handed him the bag.

“I need to get some more things,” she said to him. “Hang the dresses in the closet, put this on and clean the house.”

Michael got out and Angela wasted no time in leaving, almost running over his feet in the process. He walked back into the house, upstairs to the bedroom and tossed the packages on the bed. He liked getting dressed up but this was going on too long. He didn’t intend to spend the rest of the weekend dressed as a woman. Walking over to the bed, he pulled the three dresses out of the bags and hung them in the closet. He flipped the last bag upside down and emptied the contents on the bed. It was a maid’s outfit.

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That afternoon, Ron found himself doing his first bit of what he thought of as proper work. Ibrahim and the chaps had decided to go to Knightsbridge to shop. They spent a large sum of money in Harrods and in some of the designer clothing shops on the Brompton Road. With their abundance of shopping bags, and the expensive and highly visible watches they all seemed to delight in wearing, the group had stuck out like a sore thumb. Ron had constantly been listening and looking out for mopeds, which young Londoners routinely used to steal people’s possessions before making a quick getaway through the traffic, but when two moped riders attempted to strike, he was taken by surprise. They came out of a side street. Faisal was walking along looking at his smart phone, despite the fact that Ron had specifically warned all of them against doing this. One of the moped riders grabbed the phone. Ron had had to jerk his body sideways to grab the rider and pull him off the moped. He got a grip of him with his left hand, he put his right hand between the rider’s legs and squeezed his testicles as hard as he possibly could. Ron was a large, strong man. The moped rider went to the floor and was in so much pain that he couldn’t move or speak. Ron was able to retrieve the phone and Faisal thanked him. The other moped rider decided not to intervene. Ron ushered the group onwards, back towards where the minibus was parked.

At the house, the Arab men looked through what they had bought. Yousef had picked up a pair of bright yellow Italian designer jogging bottoms. He was almost sixty. Ron didn’t think the bottoms suited him very well. Mo had bought a shiny t-shirt with the Rolling Stones lips logo on. He tried it on. The t-shirt was very tight on Mo’s slightly rotund body. Ron suspected that it was designed to be worn by a woman of a much slighter build.

Ibrahim was on his phone. Ron could not hear everything he said, but he seemed to be arranging another party, and Ron felt his pulse quicken. He wanted to watch the women having sex again. The night before had been mesmerising, even though he’d just been an observer. He wanted to see Katie again. All day he’d been hoping she would phone. It made him feel like a teenager. When they’d been shopping, he’d kept getting his phone out of his pocket to see if she’d called and he’d missed it.

At half past seven they went to Kensington High Street to eat in a seafood restaurant. Ron was again invited to dine with the Arab men and enjoyed another wonderful meal. After consulting with Yousef, Ibrahim counted out £200 for the tip. Some of the party were slightly drunk as they left. Ron kept a keen eye out for any potential muggers or pick pockets. He successfully shepherded them to the minibus.

Back in the square, Ron noticed that a large four-by-four vehicle had taken his parking space outside the house, he had to park on the other side of the square. When they walked back over, he saw that Toby, his old platoon commander, and now his boss, was in the four-by-four. Toby got out and greeted the party jovially.

‘Good evening gentleman! I trust you’re enjoying London, and that Ron is looking after you well,’ he said. Yousef, Ibrahim and a few of the others had obviously met Toby previously.

‘We are enjoying very much’ said Ibrahim. ‘Ronald is very, very good,’ said.

‘Splendid, splendid,’ said Toby. Ibrahim introduced Toby to all the other members of the party as they went into the house. Toby gave mock salutes to them as greeting. Inside, some of the Arab men at first started to arrange the furniture as they had the night before, but Yousef spoke to them in Arabic and they stopped what they were doing. The Arabs all left the room, Ron could hear some of them going up the stairs.

‘Might be best if you take tonight off old son. You can come back in the morning. They like you; you know. They told Millie on the phone, they’re very impressed,’ said Toby. Ron didn’t want to miss a party. He wondered if he had done something wrong the night before.

‘I don’t mind staying on,’ he said. ‘I was here last night, and they had their fun and games.’

‘Last night was women though, if I’m not wrong,’ said Toby. Tonight’s boys’ night. Didn’t think it’d be your cup of tea. I seem to remember that you weren’t too impressed with that sort of stuff, in the old days.’

‘Right. Fair enough,’ said Ron. ‘When you say boys though…’

‘-Ibrahim and Youssef have assured me that the age of consent will be absolutely respected,’ said Toby.

‘What time do they need me back tomorrow?’ he asked.

‘eleven.’ said Toby. ‘You’re all off to the races.’

‘Great,’ said Ron. He went to leave the room but stopped suddenly.

‘Boss?’ he said. He’d always called Toby boss back when they were soldiers.

‘Yes,’ said Toby.

‘I’ve been offered an appointment with the Veterans Team, mental health guys, Friday,’ said Ron.

‘Well that’s really good news,’ said Toby.

‘I don’t know if I’m going to go,’ said Ron.

‘Go,’ said Toby. ‘Friday? What time?’

‘Two in the afternoon, sex hikayeleri in New Cross,’ said Ron.

‘You go. I’ll still pay you. You remember Penfold?’ Asked Toby.

‘Yes,’ said Ron. Penfold was the nickname of a man who had been in their unit. Penfold had been a hard case.

‘Penfold saw that team, in Haringey. It helped him a lot,’ said Toby.

‘Alright, I’ll go to it,’ said Ron.

‘Good,’ said Toby.

***

Ibrahim had given Ron a bottle of the blue label whiskey. He hadn’t wanted to accept it, but Ibrahim insisted. He planned a night in, watching Netflix, eating a takeaway and drinking the whiskey. He was on his way to a Jamaican restaurant on the Walworth Road when his phone went off. He didn’t hear it ringing, but felt the phone vibrate in his pocket. Unknown number.

‘Hello,’ said Ron.

‘Ron. Katie,’ said Katie.

‘Hi Katie,’ said Ron.

‘Ron. How would you like to come and work with us?’ Said Katie.

She hadn’t taken his number because she was attracted to him. She didn’t want to have sex with him, she wanted him to work for her. Ron felt embarrassed.

‘I’m not sure if Yousef and the chaps fancy me all that much, Katie,’ said Ron, before he remembered what they were up to that evening, and it occurred to him that maybe they did.

‘Ha ha, no. I need a security guy that I can rely on. It’s easy to get people who can look after themselves, but I need someone who I know will turn up and be in the right place at the right time,’ said Katie.

‘I’ve already got a job at the moment, I’m afraid,’ said Ron.

‘I know. I know Toby. I’ve had a chat with him. You could work with us around that job… I wouldn’t need you that much. The girls have all got pepper sprays, and a lot of the clients, they’re lovely but they’re not always spring chickens, and they’re not in the best shape. Every now and again I need someone with them, though. Like last night, I’ve got a guy who’s a kickboxer, and I wanted him to be there, and he said he would be but didn’t turn up, and I’ve had enough of him. We were lucky you were about,’ said Katie. Ron wondered how she knew Toby.

‘Ok… What would the money be like?’ Ron was going to take the job. He wanted to watch Emma having anal sex again.

‘I’d match what Toby’s paying you, but it will be cash in hand. It’s kind of a cash business, ha-ha,’ said Katie.

‘Ok then, You’re on,’ said Ron.

‘Brilliant. How are you fixed for tonight?’ Said Katie.

***

Ron had told her that he’d get there as quickly as he could. He was picking Helena up from Stepney. He had to go over Waterloo Bridge and the traffic was heavy. It took him a long while to get to the East End. Katie lived in an upstairs flat in a converted terraced house. It was a nice-looking street. He texted Katie to say that he was there. She texted back for him to come in. Ron was confused. Katie opened the door for him and read his expression.

‘This is my place. Helena stayed here last night,’ she said. ‘She’ll be down now; she’s just getting ready. Glad to have you aboard by the way.’ She smiled at Ron. He thought she looked pretty when she smiled, he was very attracted to Katie.

‘Thank you,’ said Ron. He followed her inside. Katie had a great flat. It was big, had lots of space and it was stylishly furnished. Ron wondered how much money she was making with the girls. Katie called up the stairs to tell Helena Ron was waiting. She’d just invited him to sit down in the lounge when he heard Helena on the stairs. Helena came down. She was wearing pin-striped black suit trousers and low-cut black top. The outfit suited her and showed off her figure. Ron thought she looked ravishing.

‘Right, break a leg,’ Katie said to Helena. She embraced Helena and kissed her on the mouth. Helena kissed her back but was conscious of Ron watching and seemed embarrassed.

‘Come back here after, ok?’ said Katie.

‘Ok,’ said Helena. Ron saw Katie squeeze Helena’s rear as she turned to leave.

Helena sat in the back of Ron’s car. She looked at her phone. Ron thought she was shy, it seemed to him that she was looking at her phone rather than have to talk to a stranger. He looked at her face in the mirror every now and then. She was naturally, incredibly pretty. Ron had to stop himself from staring.

Victoria lived in Pimlico, very close to the Thames. She lived on one side of a long, narrow square. The houses were similar to the ones in Kensington where the chaps were, but they were four-story here, instead of three, there. It looked like a lovely place to live, just as nice as where the chaps were staying. Victoria lived halfway along one side. He pressed the buzzer and announced himself.

Victoria came out quickly. She was wearing a green dress. Ron thought the colour of the dress looked good against her deep tan. He’d forgotten how big her breasts were. She smiled at him and got into the car. She hugged Helena and kissed her on the cheek.

‘You were at the place the other night, with the Arab guys,’ said Victoria. Her accent was porno hikayeleri very upper class. She looked at Ron in his mirror. She was good looking, there was something about her, something about her eyes.

‘I was indeed,’ said Ron.

‘We earned our money there… This one made quite an impression,’ said Victoria, gesturing at Helena. Helena smiled coyly. ‘So, you’re working for Katie now?’

‘I’m going to be doing some work with you, yes,’ said Ron.

‘Well, glad to have you with us, old boy,’ said Victoria. Did you have fun the other night?’ Ron wasn’t sure if she was talking to him. He saw in the mirror that she was looking at Helena.

‘With the Arabs? Yeah, it was good. They were nice,’ said Helena. She was softly spoken, Ron struggled to hear her over the noise from the engine and the traffic. She didn’t sound as posh as the others. He thought she sounded bright, intelligent. He thought her voice was beautiful.

‘Was that your first group booking?’ said Victoria.

‘Yes. That was only my third booking,’ said Helena.

‘Oh my God! Bless you! That was kind of in at the deep end, wasn’t it? How many of them were there, eight, nine?’ said Victoria.

‘I don’t know’, said Helena.

‘Did you do any anal?’ asked Victoria.

‘No, I don’t do anal,’ Helena replied.

‘Oh, ok. I love it, but when you’re being buggered like that for four hours it can get a bit much!’ Said Victoria. ‘Those guys were insatiable.’

‘Does it hurt?’ asked Helena.

‘Have you never done it?’ Asked Victoria, surprised.

‘No,’ said Helena.

‘Well then you should!’ said Victoria. ‘I tried it with a girlfriend, realised I liked it, and I’ve never looked back.’

The flat they were working in was back in Kensington, not far from Earls Court. There was nowhere to park. Ron dropped Helena and Victoria off and went to find a space. It took him ten minutes to park and walk back there. Victoria let him in. They had time in hand because the traffic had been light.

The flat was sparsely furnished. It didn’t look lived in. Victoria took him down the hallway. Her heels made a loud noise on the laminate flooring. She opened what looked like the door to a broom cupboard, right at the end of the hallway. There was a narrow passageway, leading from the door into what looked like a tiny box room. A very large two-way mirror was mounted on the wall of the room. On the other side was the bedroom. A king size bed went across the middle of the room. The bed was made. A grey collapsing chair was in the box room, facing the mirror. There was no light in the little room except that coming through the mirror from the bedroom.

Victoria caught his arm lightly and gestured for him to follow her round a brick pillar to the left of the large mirror. There was another section to the room, and another, smaller two-way mirror. This one offered a view of the bedroom’s en suite bathroom, in which Helena stood, topless, touching up her makeup. Ron couldn’t help staring at Helena.

‘I am going to fuck the shit out of her,’ whispered Victoria.

‘Lucky you’ said Ron, quietly.

They went back out and into the kitchen. Victoria poured a glass of water from the tap.

‘Want some?’ she asked.

‘Yes please,’ said Ron. She poured him a glass and handed it to him.

‘Katie said that tonight is just to show you the ropes really, show you the place and the rooms where you can watch from. We’re not expecting any problems. It’s Laurence tonight. He’s a sweetie. He’s old and fat and if you didn’t know better, you’d swear he was queer. I’ve known him for a few years, lovely guy, absolutely minted. Family owns the letter S or something,’ said Victoria.

‘Is there a safe word, just in case?’ asked Ron.

‘There can be one if you’d like. Your choice,’ said Victoria.

‘Waterloo,’ said Ron.

‘Like the station?’ said Victoria.

‘Like the battle,’ said Ron.

‘Ok. I’ll tell Helena,’ said Victoria. She looked over her shoulder, as if to make sure Helena was not in earshot. ‘I can’t wait to shag her; I think she’s gorgeous. Annabelle’s in love with her! …Have we got time for me to have a crack at her now?’ Victoria took her phone out of her handbag and looked at the time. ‘Shit, he’ll be here in a couple of minutes, he’ll be early.’

***

When the doorbell rang Ron hurried to the ‘observation closet.’ It took a couple of minutes for Victoria and Helena to greet Laurence before he came through to the bedroom. Helena led him in. Laurence was wearing a maroon and navy-blue striped tie, which meant that he had been a member of the same division in the British Army that Ron had served in. Ron assumed that Laurence had been an officer. He didn’t recognise him. Laurence was indeed fat and old, and Ron didn’t relish the prospect of seeing him naked and having sex. He thought of the money. Laurence kissed Helena on the lips, he seemed impressed with her. He held her and kissed her again. He took off his shoes before going into the bathroom. He pushed the door to behind him. seks hikayeleri Ron heard the shower coming on but declined to look through the other mirror at Laurence as he showered. Helena lay on the bed with her head propped in her left hand.

Victoria entered the bedroom. She was carrying three glasses of what looked like wine. Two of the glasses were proper wine glasses but the other was a pint glass for beer. Victoria had a look on her face. There was a determination in her expression. Ron knew she was very attracted to Helena. She set the wine down carefully on a cabinet beside the bed, then kicked her shoes off and got on the bed. She caressed Helena’s side, then leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. She put her tongue in Helena’s mouth and kissed her aggressively. Helena kissed her back. Even from the other side of the mirror, Ron could feel the atmosphere in the bedroom changing, he could feel the chemistry between the two of them. Ron had seen Helena having sex with Anabelle. He had not been sure if she’d been acting. Now he was sure she wanted Victoria. She lay back flat on the bed, she threaded her leg under Victoria’s body and hooked it around her waist, pulling her body towards Victoria’s. They seemed to be kissing even deeper, their tongues right in each other’s mouths. Both still fully clothed, they began to grind against each other, pelvis to pelvis, more and more violently as they kept kissing. Helena’s arms were tightly around Victoria’s neck. She was enjoying herself.

Ron hardly noticed that Laurence had come out of the bathroom. He was naked. He stood and stared, watching the show, his small penis quickly becoming erect. Both Helena and Victoria breathed heavily, almost panting with the effort of dry humping each other. They kept going until Helena came. She took her mouth away from Victoria’s and cried rhythmically as she climaxed. Laurence approached the bed. He climbed up and got on his side, positioning himself so that his groin was next to the two women’s heads. Victoria craned her head over and took his penis into her mouth. He came in seconds as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking on it. Victoria swallowed his semen before going back to kissing Helena. They kissed intimately and softly now, not so deeply. Helena’s eyes were closed.

Laurence had his now flaccid penis in his hand. He flicked it in his fingers, trying to get himself hard again. Ron wasn’t sure if Victoria and Helena realised he was there. They were enjoying each other. Victoria sat up, then got off of the bed. She took the straps of her dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She took her knickers off, then her bra, freeing her breasts. Helena instantly went to her, stooped slightly and put her face in between Victoria’s breasts. Victoria held the back of her head and seemed to crush Helena’s face into her. Victoria looked down at her. There was a look in her eye, Ron didn’t know how to describe it. Something was happening. The two women had chemistry; this was for real now.

Laurence couldn’t take his eyes off of them. Victoria helped Helena get out of her top. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Victoria sucked on her left nipple. Helena awkwardly started to unzip her trousers as Victoria sucked her nipple. Her trousers dropped away, followed by her knickers, and Victoria instantly groped between her legs. It looked like they were going to have sex right there, standing up, but Victoria stood upright and pushed Helena back towards the bed. Helena lay back on the bed. As she lay back, her shoulder landed on Laurence’s left foot. Helena didn’t even seem to notice, but Laurence pulled his foot away. Helena opened her legs, and Victoria climbed on top of her. They began kissing and Victoria’s hand went between Helena’s legs. She started to finger her violently. Helena’s legs were wrapped tightly around Victoria. They were locked together. Their movement became more and more mechanical, almost violent, until Helena orgasmed, crying out as she did.

Laurence had become erect. Ron wasn’t surprised that he had. Victoria had begun to softly kiss Helena. They looked into each other’s’ eyes, Victoria still lying on top of her, Helena’s legs still wrapped around her body. Laurence placed his hand on Victoria’s shoulder to get her attention. She looked up at him, she noticed he was erect again. She went to take him into her mouth, but he gestured for her to move down the bed. He asked for a condom, and Helena got him one, from a little decorated box that had been placed on the bedside chest. He patted Victoria’s behind, and put the condom on to his penis as she got onto all fours. He penetrated her anally and began to thrust himself into her rear. Victoria reached between her legs with her left hand and squeezed Laurence’s testicles. Laurence came in a matter of seconds. Ron was not surprised that he did. Victoria kissed him briefly on the mouth and he thanked her.

Ron noticed that Helena had begun to masturbate herself as she watched Victoria and Laurence. Now Victoria got down and put her mouth on Helena’s vagina, and began to lick her. Helena writhed herself against Victoria’s mouth in a tight, circular motion. At first, she looked down at Victoria as she licked her, they made eye contact, then Helena’s eyes began to crinkle at the edges with pleasure. Soon after she closed her eyes.

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This is party two of my Crossed Wires story. I recommend reading part 1 first.

*****

The drive home from the sim session was surprisingly quiet. Sandy kept glancing over at me in the passenger seat, forming a little grin when she caught me running my hands up and down my side and cupping the breasts of my bustier. Oh right, I was still wearing the lingerie under my clothes that she’d laid out for me after the sim session. Important details and all.

To be honest, it felt good. My mind was wandering all over my body but I just couldn’t get it to leave the sensation of wearing a thong alone. The way it cupped my balls and rubbed against my hole was completely new to me, and had me in a constant state of arousal.

“So how did you plan all this?” I asked her.

“What? The sim session? Or the bit afterwards?”

“The sim session… I mean, I never would have signed myself up for that myself.”

She giggled. “Sometimes you just know! I’ve been getting an odd vibe from you recently – you seemed to be staring at women a lot more than usual. At first I was jealous but then, I realized that I was really curious what it felt like to be a guy, and I thought you might be going through the same thing subconsciously.”

“So just like that, you decided that I wanted to be a girl?” I asked incredulously.

“Well I can’t say I was terribly certain. I figured that you’d either be okay to try it or that you’d freak out and we would have to drop out of the sim.” She replied as she changed lanes on the highway. “But then when I overheard you giving the extra instruction to the clerk I knew that we were going to have a good time.”

I laughed a little uneasily. I still couldn’t believe that I had accidentally ordered the clerk to make me like dicks. “Yea that worked out pretty well for you…” I replied, staring out the window.

The conversation died and I watched the city scenery slide past outside. The sim shop was in the next city over and the drive back would be another ten minutes yet.

Sandy cleared her throat. “So uh, how do you feel?”

I looked down, feeling awkward to talk about my lingerie. “It’s uh… Good… I think…” I said as my hand sex hikayeleri wandered down over my crotch.

Sandy gave a mysterious smile and we kept driving.

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We pulled into the garage and the door slid shut behind us as we got out of the car. I walked around the hood and met Sandy in front of the car where she pulled me into a tight hug. After a moment she stood up straight and started kissing me.

The kiss was the most passionate kiss we’d had in a long while. It started slow, with long moments as I felt her supple and full lips. Then each motion became shorter and faster, building up as we began to explore each other’s mouths. I started to reach out to cup Sandy’s breasts, but instead she beat me to it and started cupping mine. It felt a little strange for her to feel me like that, though I couldn’t feel much through the cup of the bustier.

Just then Sandy spun me around and pushed my face down onto the hood of the car with her hands, while she used her right foot to pull my right foot apart from my left. In an instant I was bent over the car with my feet spread, and the sensation of the thong against my hole extremely apparent.

I felt her hand reach down below me and pop the button of my jeans and pull down the zipper. Having completed that she proceeded to pull down my jeans, taking off my shoes in the process. I was left standing there in my stockings presenting my butt to her. I was so overcome with arousal that I forgot to stand up or fight her.

Having completed her will she pulled me up and in the process removed my shirt. She looked me up and down. “Fuck this is hot” she stated matter-of-factly. The tent in my underwear confirmed that I agreed.

Grabbing me by the hand she led me inside and sat down on the couch, pushing me down and onto my knees in front of her. I was so turned on I simply went along with it. My mouth was watering, I had no desire to stop. She then lifted the front of her skirt and made a somewhat unladylike gesture. I knew what to do.

I crawled forward and turned up the footlong skirt she was wearing. I was greeted with the sight of a damp spot porno hikayeleri forming on the same thong that I was currently wearing. I blushed and looked up.

“Oh did I forget to tell you we’re wearing matching underwear sweetie?” She asked with a sly grin.

I just nodded and proceeded to pull hers down her legs, revealing her very wet sex. I started forward with her head, then remembered what she had done in the sim. I stopped myself and instead started playing with her clit in the same circular motion she had used on me, while my left hand started to migrate down towards her sex.

I started to slowly push in and out with my left hand while continuing the circular motion with my right. In no time Sandy was convulsing with pleasure and squeezing me with her legs in orgasm.

I sat back on my knees and looked up at her expectantly. Usually at this point I would crawl on top of her and take her, but I was enjoying being a girl right now-

My eyes shot open as I realized what thought had just crossed my mind. I was enjoying being a girl…

“What are you staring at?” Sandy barked, catching my wide-eyed gaze.

“Oh uh, nothing Sandy.. I just.. I’m..” I tried to explain myself, but couldn’t figure out what to say.

“You’re enjoying yourself?”

“Yes!” I replied, nodding vigorously.

“Hmmm…” She said, and immediately stood up and starting walking down the hall toward our bedrooms. “Stay right there!”

I did as I was told and remained on the floor kneeling in front of the couch. I stared into space mulling my situation while idly exploring my lingerie-covered body.

A few minutes later Sandy emerged from our room and the sight left me breathless. She stood before me in black lace lingerie and my breath caught. It wasn’t her heels, the black stockings, or black corset, it was the red strap-on hanging down between her legs that really got me.

I stared at it, it stared back at me.

My mouth watered.

Sandy walked up in front of me and motioned for me to turn around and bend over the couch.

Unfortunately for her, I was already on a sex-driven autopilot.

I reached out for the plastic member, wrapped seks hikayeleri my hand around it, and immediately started giving a blowjob. I didn’t care that Sandy couldn’t feel it. Every time I pushed it farther into my mouth I could feel my whole body quiver with excitement. It wasn’t long before all 7 inches were wet and I felt pre-cum dripping from my panties.

I pulled back and sat back on my feet.

“How was it?” Sandy asked.

“Mmm… The real thing tastes better.” I replied. Then I proceeded to turn around and present myself to her, bending myself over the couch in the process. I felt Sandy come up behind me and push the thong aside to reveal my virgin hole. Adjusting her position slightly, I felt her squeeze a drop of lube from an unseen bottle onto me. Then there was pressure.

I felt myself constricting in surprise. The feeling was very strange. I took a few deep breaths and forced myself to relax. Sandy slid in a little further, and a little further yet. She paused then for a minute, and started to pull back out.

Then she pushed in.

Then she pushed in again.

The next thing I knew Sandy was pounding my asshole, having pushed my face down into the cushions of the couch. I was moaning wildly as every thrust hit my prostate and sent an electric pulse shooting through my dick and up through the rest of my body. I could feel my own member start to pulse as the orgasm came closer. The sensation was completely new to me – I’d never cum before without direct stimulation.

I made a move to reach down and stroke myself, but Sandy caught it with her right hand, while her left reached down and did the job for me. Two seconds of pounding and rubbing later I shot my load all over the front of the couch.

We both sat there panting for a minute before Sandy began to pull out of me. There was a slight pop as the tip came out, then I fell down onto the floor. Sandy laid down next to me and we stared up at the ceiling together.

“So I take it you liked being a guy then?” I asked Sandy.

She nodded in reply. “I did miss having my boobs though…” she replied sleepily.

“So do I” I replied, realizing that I missed the sensation from the sim.

We laid there, Sandy’s strap-on resting against my leg. It wasn’t long before my eyes started to feel heavy with exhaustion and I fell asleep thinking back to our experience in the sim: the memory of cum in my mouth and new ideas forming…

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Jim awoke to a truly wonderful, wet and warm sensation engulfing his semi erect cock. It took his slow, tired mind a moment to take in these pleasurable feelings surrounding his rapidly hardening dick. A smile spread across his face as he realised his wife must be treating him to a rare, morning blowjob.

“Shit, Tina, that feels amazing,” Jim groaned appreciatively.

Her head continued to bob rhythmically and enthusiastically under the quilt, the wet sucking and slobbering sounds coming from her mouth could be heard even through the thick comforter. Jims prick had quickly grown to its full, impressive length.

The woman slipped Jim’s cock from her mouth, ran her tongue up his member and began swirling it around his bellend. One of her small, soft hands encircled the base of his prick and began jacking him off firmly while she sucked on the tip of his cock.

The woman then began to slide Jim’s prick back into her mouth. With some effort to relax her throat, Jim’s pleasurer slowly and deliberately began to slide his cock straight to the back of her mouth and further. Jim gasped in amazement as the head of his dick was pushed down into the woman’s throat. On the few occasions she agreed to such his cock, Tina was not usually nearly this enthusiastic and had never mastered the art of deep throating. Jim was always proud of the size of his manhood but felt some regret in the fact his wife could never fully take sex hikayeleri his length. Whoever was currently sucking and gagging on his cock had no such problem.

The revelation that it was not his wife currently pleasuring his cock shocked Jim but not nearly enough for him to try and stop whoever it truly was. Jim closed his eyes and tilted his head back, deciding to enjoy the extremely enjoyable ride.

The woman slowly slide Jim’s cock out of her throat to take a breath before quickly engulfing his dick again and pushing his length into her throat. She began bobbing her head rapidly, Jim felt like his cock was fucking her throat. He started to lift his hips to meet her soft lips, each time the head of his dick plunged into her throat. Whoever was sucking his dick, Jim knew they must be incredibly talented – he was in heaven.

Jim’s bedroom was filled with the sounds of muffled slurping and occasional gagging, along with the grunts and moans coming from Jim himself. The incredible blowjob had gone on for only a few minutes, alternating between vigorous sucking and jacking off to fast, intense deep throating. Jim knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Shit… I’m close…” he groaned, once again feeling his cock head slide down the woman’s tight, warm throat.

She responded with a long, encouraging moan around his cock and increasing her pace. Jim felt his balls tightening and the cum rushing porno hikayeleri forth. He thrusted his hips up, burying his prick as far as it would go and began spurting semen straight down her throat. The woman immediately began swallowing and sucking, greedily taking Jim’s cum into her stomach.

Along with an impressively large member, Jim’s balls were also huge and produced buckets of cum – something his wife never ceased to complain about after they made “love”. This astounding volume of semen was currently being pumped into the woman’s throat and mouth, and quickly began to overflow and dribble down her chin. Despite this, she eagerly pumped his cock with her hand and gulped down as much as she could. She then continued to lick up what had escaped her hungry mouth.

Jim gasped in amazement, his eyes practically rolling back into his head as his slowly softening cock was thoroughly sucked and licked clean. The woman clearly didn’t want to miss a drop as she gently licked around Jim’s cock with her warm, wet tongue.

“Holy fucking shit,” Jim exhaled incredulously, feeling relaxing waves wash over him.

The woman under the quilt finally relinquished Jim’s cock from her hot mouth with a contented sigh. She rose to her knees and threw the comforter over her back. Jim raised an eyebrow and opened his eyes to look at his talented pleasurer. The smile that had been fixed to his face was instantly replaced seks hikayeleri with a look of utter shock. If it wasn’t Tina sucking his cock of course it had to have been her…

“Woah Daddy, you came so much!” Cindy declared brightly, running the back of her hand across her pretty pink mouth. “Gosh it was warm under there but that was fun!”

Jim was silently stunned for a moment before he found his voice.

“Christ, Cindy! What was that?” he all-but screamed.

“Your big dick cumming in my mouth,” she declared proudly. “And the first part of your Father’s Day present.”

Completely unfazed by anything inappropriate taking place, Cindy moved up her father’s body to straddle his waist – sliding her panty clad pussy up over his soft cock.

Now Jim was truly lost for words, staring at his beautiful, topless daughter as she began to grind against his dick. Cindy may not have been gifted with the massive DD sized tits of her mother (unlike her older sister – Kelly) but her lovely B cups were perky and perfect in Jim’s eyes. Her ass on the other hand was huge – amazingly round and firm – and looking even more incredible due to her slim waist and sexy hips. This magnificent ass which was currently sitting in Jim’s bare lap.

A mix of emotions and thoughts were flashing through Jim’s mind – shock, guilt and excitement to name a few. Arousal soon became the biggest sensation pulsing through him as he became aware of his 18 year old daughter’s delicate pussy rubbing up and down the length of his cock – a cock which was quickly coming back to life.

“Oh, Daddy! Are you ready for round 2 already?” Cindy cooed, batting her eyelashes alluringly.

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Saturday morning, I awoke so excited I nearly jumped out of bed. My date with Greg was today and I was determined to look my best and most feminine for him. I really hoped that maybe he would be able to appreciate my hard work, unlike Mark. Mark and I had been seeing each other recently, but I was quickly losing interest in getting dressed up for 10 to 15 minutes of Mark fucking my face, then leaving. I started off with a nice warm shower and shave. I liberated myself from any hair on my body and made sure to use the moisturizing body wash I had bought earlier in the week, as a gift for my “girlfriend.” When I stepped out of the shower, I ran my hand up the side of my leg and felt the soft smooth skin. I moved my hand around my legs some more until I reached my balls, which were also hairless. I gently squeezed them, appreciating the smoothness. When I was finally done with that, I dried off and got dressed in my Alice clothes, then decided that I needed a wardrobe update. For this, though, I knew I would have to leave the house as Alice as well and do a little shopping. Luckily I had saved up some cash. It was supposed to be for a new computer, but now, electronics just didn’t interest me any more, and instead I felt compelled to buy new outfits, shoes and lingerie. These changes are for the better, I thought to myself. I thought about going to the mall where it had all started, but I was scared that one of the clerks might recognize me or my outfit, so I decided to go a little further north to a different mall.

When I got inside, I made my way to a women’s clothes store. There were so many clothes to try on: dresses, skirts, blouses, cardigans, and lingerie, at the very least. When I walked in, I instantly became envious of women everywhere. They were able to enjoy wearing these kinds of clothes every day. To wear a miniskirt, and have men watch them as they walked away, to slip on a dress and feel beautiful and comfortable at the same time, to pull a revealing thong up their legs knowing that someone would appreciate seeing it every time they bent over. Those were the things I was most jealous of, but the list could go on forever.

I probably spent too much time trying on party dresses, evening gowns, and miniskirts, but I felt too girly to stop at any time. I was finally able to decide on an outfit to wear for that night. Shaving had given me more freedom to show off some leg and so I bought a black miniskirt that was almost shorter than it was wide, showing off plenty of skin. I also got a sleeveless ruffled red blouse, with buttons down the middle, and a pair of black 3-inch heels. I didn’t want to overdress with the heels, but I couldn’t resist. Another item that caught my eye was a pair of red panties with small white polka dots. I bought that for tonight as well as the matching bra.

As I walked out of the store with my purchases, I felt very confident; and then I walked past a beauty salon. The sign in the front window read, “Free makeover with every purchase of a deluxe bombshell makeup set.” I stopped in my tracks and checked my wallet. “I had just enough money left for the set, but that would leave me without enough money to even buy lunch.” I didn’t have to think twice, though: I chose the makeup. I did want to start watching my weight, and I did need my own makeup set. Also the makeover was too much too pass up. I would look great for Greg and would actually learn how to do it myself for the future.

“Hello, welcome to Jane’s,” a friendly saleswoman said. “How can we help?”

“I’d like the deluxe set with the makeover, please,” I asked nervously.

“Sure, right this way.” She led me down the hallway and into a secluded section of the salon. She put a set down on the table and told me Shawn would be with me in a few moments, as she returned to the front of the store.

Shawn, a young black-haired man, entered the minute the woman left. “Hi, I’m Shawn,” he chimed. He was wearing a tight shirt and tight black pants. His outfit and voice suggested that I would probably have a better chance with him if I were Ethan, or even better, Mark or Greg. “So you want to look beautiful? Big date or no special occasion?” he inquired as he picked up a set of brushes. I didn’t think that a haircut was included, but I wasn’t complaining. He went to work on my hair, as I made up a story to make it sound more realistic as to why I was going on a date. He kept telling me that my date must be a lucky guy and that I was going to blow him away. I knew that he was probably doing it for the tips, acıbadem escort but I was still flattered and quite bashful. I thought about our date, and about what Greg would think when he saw me, and how he would react. I started getting a little hard and felt the panties start to stretch. I had to cross my legs to hide it, but to be honest, I didn’t think that Shawn would have minded.

When he had finished my hair, a woman came in to do my makeup. She wasn’t as talkative as Shawn, and kept mostly to herself, but she was being very careful. As she went on, I was taking notes in my head. There was so much that I had to learn! It took longer than I expected, but it was definitely worth it. There was no trace of Ethan left, just a beautiful girl who looked stunning. I was shocked I could look like this. I sat and admired the woman’s work; I couldn’t have thanked her enough. My eyelashes fluttered so elegantly and my lips were a thick red. She also blushed my cheeks a little, to give me an additional feminine touch.

When I left I was glowing. I had a brand new outfit and professionally applied makeup, as well as the heels. I had never felt more accomplished and full of pride leaving a mall before. I never stopped smiling all the way to the car. I sped home and quickly made myself lunch. Then, I undressed in front of my mirror and started dressing in my date clothes. I first slipped on the red and white polka dot panties and bra. I swayed my hips in them a little, before moving on to the skirt. I pulled up the black miniskirt and adjusted it around my waist, trying to find the right amount of skin to show. I let it hang around my thighs, halfway to my knees. Next, I unbuttoned the red ruffled blouse, pulled it over my shoulders and slid my arms through. I buttoned it up, but stopped about two thirds of the way. I completed my look with the 3-inch black heels. They accented my curves quite well and forced my chest out. They also stretched my calf and thigh muscles, making my legs look so sexy. I walked around in them for some much-needed practice. I stumbled a couple of times, but then got the hang of it. The makeover and the new outfit had really transformed me, and the baby-smooth legs didn’t hurt.

I was still practicing in front of the mirror when Greg rang my doorbell. I quickly grabbed my clutch bag with the essentials such as lipstick and condoms. You know, just in case. I fixed my skirt, pushed up my bra, took a big breath, and then opened the door. Greg was standing there with a rose in one hand. When he saw me, his jaw dropped and his eyes widened almost to his hairline.

“Oh, my God, Ethan? Is that you?” he asked. His eyes were going up and down my body, and he was obviously enjoying what he saw.

“No, it’s Alice,” I laughed and winked at him.

“You look, amazing! I mean, really, wow!” he exclaimed, with his jaw still hanging.

“Thanks, you too,” I said behind my red cheeks. That was just the reaction I was hoping for. “Is that for me?” I asked pointing at the rose in his hand.

“Oh, yeah, here,” he smiled and brought his jaw back up.

“Thanks,” I said as I took it from him and returned the gift by giving him a soft kiss on his right cheek. “Shall we get going?”

“Yes, let’s.” Greg led the way to his car. He opened the door for me as I stepped in. It felt good to be treated as a real woman. During the drive to the cinema, Greg told me that Mark had just gotten a new girlfriend yesterday, Susie. I wasn’t surprised. Susie was known to put out and Mark always went for the low-hanging fruit. I guessed it meant that he wouldn’t text me that often any more, which was kind of a relief, as Mark wasn’t the tender lover type.

When we got there, Greg got out and ran around the car to open my door. He held out his hand and helped me out of his car. We kept our hands gripped together all the way to our seats in the theater. We sat near the top, allowing for some privacy during the movie. I couldn’t tell you what the movie was about, because during the first few minutes I was looking at Greg half the time, and for the other half of the time Greg was looking at me. Then our eyes met, and Greg moved in closer. The low-lit theater, the smell of Greg’s cologne, and the feeling of the clean satin panties under my skirt created the perfect atmosphere for our first kiss. Greg leaned over, brought his right hand to my cheek and pulled me in closer. There was so much chemistry between us. I felt as if he really cared about me, the same way I did for him. I atalar escort felt him put his left hand on my thigh as he opened my mouth with his tongue and started interacting with mine. I gently sucked on his tongue, and put my hand down on top of his. I let Greg move up and down my thigh, inching under my skirt every so often, but not getting too close to my crotch.

We continued dancing with each other’s tongues, and Greg moved his hand from my face to around my shoulder. I kept one hand in my lap, and the other on Greg’s. We made out like that for a decent amount of time, occasionally taking breaks, where I would rest my head on Greg’s shoulder with his arm around my back, holding on to my waist. Whenever we stopped, I couldn’t wait to resume. Later tonight, maybe I would be able to remember the feel of his tongue in my mouth, imagining what else it would be able to do.

When we had gotten into a solid rhythm, I put one of my hands on Greg’s jeans. I moved up to the bulge in his pants and outlined his cock with my hand. It was just as I thought it would be from what I could remember. I pushed my hand down on it and stroked it as best I could through his pants. Then I pulled down his zipper and let his cock spring out. I wrapped my hand around it and started rubbing him right there, in the theater. I broke our kiss and smiled at him and he smiled back. I pulled my legs onto my seat, then got on my knees facing Greg, with my tush pointed out toward the wall. I kept stroking him as my head went lower and lower, getting closer to his trouser soldier that was standing at attention, straight up. I let my tongue fall onto it, then licked around the head. I kept my head low, moving down further until I had engulfed his cock with my mouth. I started bobbing up and down with my lips in a tight lock. He started groaning then, which let me know he was enjoying it. The head was starting to move deeper and deeper in me as I kept my mouth full of his cock. He started running his fingers through my hair, and tilted his head back. I knew he was getting closer, so I pulled off.

“Why’d you stop?” Greg asked with a confused look on his face.

“I want you to be this aroused when we get home,” I replied.

“Fair enough.” He complied, as he put his tool back in its shed. He gave me a kiss, then put his arm back around me. I slumped back under his big arm, and we watched the few remaining minutes of the movie like that.

Once the movie ended, Greg sprang up and offered his hand to me as he led me to the car. We walked quite quickly. I could tell Greg was excited and couldn’t wait ’til we got home. When we got to the car, he pulled me in for one last kiss before we jumped in and made our way to my house. I clumsily unlocked the front door, then we resumed making out from the moment we were inside. We stumbled through the hallway, kicking off our shoes as we did. I had my arms linked around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist. Greg held me up by my ass, and then carried me into the bedroom that way.

Greg let himself fall backward on the bed, and I fell on top of him with my legs on either side. I rubbed up and down against his cock through his pants as I kissed him. He started unbuttoning my blouse and pulled it off. I unbuttoned his, and then opened it. I leaned down and started kissing his chest. Greg just lay there, enjoying the ride while I licked and sucked his nipples. When I felt he had had enough of that, I got up and pulled down my skirt, leaving me in my red bra and panties with the white polka dots. I stood at the front of the bed and was about to climb back onto Greg, when he moved to the edge of the bed and sat there, eye-level to my panties. He looked at me with a wide smile on his face. He put his hands inside my panties on each side, and then he slowly moved them down, pulling the panties down and letting them fall to the floor. There he was, face to face with a little 4-inch girly dick, but he didn’t even hesitate. He went straight for it, putting the whole thing in his mouth. Not that I was that big, but I was pretty impressed Greg would go all the way down on his first try. He played with it perfectly in his mouth, using his tongue better than I could have asked. I gently placed my hands on his head and went through his hair with my fingers, appreciating every little movement that went on inside Greg’s mouth.

Greg pulled off for a brief moment and licked his lips, when I got on my knees in front of him.

“I wasn’t done. Didn’t you like it?” Greg asked aydınlı escort curiously.

“I loved it, Greg, it was amazing, but I want to return the favor now,” I gently whispered to him.

Then I kissed him one more time before pulling his pants and boxers off in one motion. I put my hands on his thighs and then stared at him for a second.

“It’s such a beautiful cock,” I cooed. “So big and perfect, I just love sucking it.”

Greg let out a laugh then fell backward on the bed, telling me I could do whatever I wanted. I got right to it and continued from where I left off at the movies. I enjoyed the taste of the pre-cum that had formed when he went down on me. Then, I went balls deep. I juggled his balls between my fingers in my left hand and my right hand stroked his thigh. Meanwhile my mouth was full of thick cock; I started gagging a little and pulled off. I took one breath and got right back into it. I didn’t want anything more in the world than to suck his big cock all night. I bobbed up and down for the next few minutes on his cock, until Greg sat back up, and told me he wanted to cum in my ass. I stood up, complying. Greg also stood up but only to get the lube. He told me to lie down as he slowly crawled up to my ass, where he applied the lube, then slipped a couple of fingers in, feeling around, making sure that I was a little stretched before fucking me.

I looked up at his face with such excitement, like a little girl on Christmas Day. He was standing at the foot of the bed as he grabbed both my legs and held them high in the air, allowing me to rest them on his shoulders. He wrapped one hand around my little thing and the other one around his, as he guided his lubed-up cock to my waiting hole. Right when his cock touched my ass, he started stroking me, very gently. He slowly pushed harder and harder into my tight hole. Then his head was in, and the rest just slipped in gracefully. Greg was such a gentle lover, and he knew that it could be painful for me. I loved how he wanted me to enjoy this as much as he would. He calmly eased in further and further. I was starting to feel the pain of his enormous member inside me, but with him jacking me off, the pain subsided, and I was able to focus on the pleasure.

“Are you all right?” Greg asked.

“Wonderful, just don’t stop,” I smiled at him,

With that he grabbed my hips and picked up the pace. He pulled me into his rhythm and didn’t slow down. Greg slammed into me, and filled me all the way up with his giant monster cock. While I was upset that he had let go off my little thing, he made up for it with the prostate stimulation. Greg was reaching far inside me, to places I didn’t even know existed. All I could do was lie back and moan. Greg was grunting to himself moving quicker and quicker. He was giving it all he had, and I just let him pound my prostate over and over again.

Greg started panting with the effort he was putting into fucking me. I was having the time of my life, but felt a little selfish for just lying there while he did all the work, so I suggested that he lie down and let me get on top of him. Greg was fine with that and pulled out of me. As soon as I got off the bed, he fell down on it, with his cock standing straight up. I straddled his chest and put my dick right on his chin. He avidly sucked on it and savored it. I giggled at this, and then inched back on my knees until I felt his cock. I lifted myself up a little, and then eased down on it. I held it inside me for a couple seconds, enjoying the fullness of my rectum. Then we got back into a rhythm, with me in the driver’s seat this time. I bounced up and down, screaming and moaning as I did. I rode him like a cowgirl and felt his big strong chest muscles while I did.

Greg just couldn’t hold off any longer, and shot a thick warm jet of cum deep inside my ass. I gasped when he did, but kept my bouncing going, making sure every last bit of cum had been shot inside. It was overfilled, and the cum started leaking out onto his cock and stomach. He lay catching his breath while I rotated my hips around his deflating cock.

“Shit, I came before you did,” he said.

“It’s fine, it was lots of fun,” I replied with long deep kiss.

“No, I want you to finish too,”

“You don’t have to, you were great!”

“Please put your cock in my mouth, then,” Greg begged. I was impressed that Greg would actually want to suck me off after he had come. Earlier, I had never even thought he would have gone down on me in the first place, but he had, and now he was actually begging for it again. I complied and sat on his chest with my cock. He took me with no resistance. I came soon after, and he swallowed! We were both too tired to get up after that: we both fell asleep together, in each other’s arms.

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