A Vacation to Remember Ch. 04

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Chapter 4 – A Visit to the Sandbar

The day after Marie and Patrick’s escapades at the golf course they decided that they were going to have fun every second that they had left on this vacation. After breakfast they were cleaning up the kitchen as everyone else headed down to the dock for fun and sun. Marie took every opportunity to rub herself against Patrick and it wasn’t long before she felt the familiar stiffening of his cock.

With a grin Marie dropped to her knees and pulled Patrick’s shorts down until his cock was free. She gazed lovingly at the beautiful cock inches in from of her face, a small bit of pre-cum glistening on the tip, before she slowly opened her mouth and swallowed Patrick’s cock. Marie quickly built a rhythm wanting more than the taste of the pre-cum she just had.

“Marie.,” Patrick’s voice came from above her, “The neighbors are heading this way. You might want me to stop.”

“Do you want me to stop?,” Marie asked pausing just long enough to get the words out.

“No!,” Patrick gasped as Marie took his cock back into her mouth and began to nibble with her teeth.

Patrick watched as Joe and Elaine, the neighbors from the cottage next door, approached the kitchen. He was sure they were going to come to the door where they would be able to see Marie making love to his cock with her mouth. Instead they turned and came to the open window.

“Good Morning Patrick,” they chorused together. And Patrick responded as best he could with his cock being sucked.

Joe and Elaine were about the same age as he and Marie and they had a boat that they loved to share which made them very popular. They were both cute and Elaine’s full and firm breasts caught the attention of both Patrick and Marie. Several times already they had wondered if they would be into sharing.

Elaine smiled up at Patrick. “Do you think you and Marie would be up to joining us on the boat later tonight? We thought we would make a couple of pitchers of margaritas and maybe we could do a little skinny dipping.”

They way that Elaine was pushing her tits at Patrick left little doubt of what their intentions were and Marie could tell too even without having seen her. Marie’s finger sought out Patrick’s asshole and began fingering it as she continued kuşadası escort to suck his cock. Patrick knew that this was her way of telling him that she was interested.

“Sure.,” Patrick gasped out. Marie was driving him nuts and he was close to cumming. “What time?”

“After dark.,” Joe said, “That way we don’t have to worry about people seeing us naked before we get in the water.”

“Sounds good to me. I will check with Marie and we will let you know for sure later.,” Patrick said. “Are you sure that you guys want to make it just us though? Marie’s sister and her husband might want to come along too.”

“They are nice and all, but we really wanted it to just be the four of us.,” Joe said with Elaine nodding in agreement.

“Well, I will tell you that I have been wondering just what Elaine’s nipples look like under that bikini.,” Patrick said. Marie quit playing with his ass and squeezed his balls hard.

“You mean these,” Elaine said as she pulled her bikini top to the sides of her breasts revealing dark brown nipples the size of silver dollars. The cool morning air began to harden her nipples and that was all it took for Patrick to explode into Marie’s mouth.

Marie continued to suck Patrick’s cock as it slowly softened and he and the other couple worked out a few remaining details for that night. Finally the pair walked down to their dock and Marie stood facing her husband. Patrick leaned in for a kiss and got a surprise as Marie’s mouth was still full of his cum. Their tongues wrestled as they shared Patrick’s sticky seed.

“You should have seen her nipples!,” Patrick said.

“I will later,” Marie said, “but from your reaction I know that I will like them. Did you want to suck them?”

“Oh yeah. But I want to see you suck them too!” Patrick said.

“We’ll see.” Marie said cryptically. “Now let’s go have some fun.” Marie patted Patrick’s now limp dick as she sauntered out of the kitchen and headed toward the dock.

The day progressed and Patrick and Marie swam and played with the kids. Of course they continued to tease each other unmercifully. Finally around lunch time Patrick suggested that they pack a picnic and take a canoe ride around the lake. Marie, knowing her husband, was quick to agree and soon they were ready to head out.

Patrick guided them around the lake building their appetite and sexual tension. Marie suggested several spots that they could stop for a quickie but Patrick had other ideas and declined each. Since it was the middle of the week there was not a lot of traffic on the water and they enjoyed having most of the lake to themselves. Other than the occasional motor boat most people they saw were fishermen who were more concerned with what was under the water rather than what was on top of it.

They headed out to the island in the middle of the lake and ate their lunch there and lounged on the beach for a while enjoying the sun. Joe and Elaine passed by them and Elaine started to flash them but stopped for some reason. Marie and Patrick discussed that as they began paddling around the lake some more.

Patrick worked their way around the lake and into several secluded bays until Marie threatened to jump out and swim home if he didn’t take care of her soon.

“You got yours already but I’m so wet I’m gonna leave a puddle!” Marie complained.

“OK, OK!,” Patrick soothed. “How about we head out to the sand bar?”

Marie turned so quickly in her seat that she almost dumped them in the water. “The sand bar? You naughty boy.,” she said. “It’s practically in view of the entire lake.”

“I know,” Patrick said smugly, “that’s all part of my master plan.”

The sand bar was a favorite spot for kids and even young adults because the water was only about chest deep and from shore it looked like you were standing up almost in the middle of the lake which you actually were. Marie had told Patrick that she wanted them to have sex in as many new places as possible before they had to head back to reality.

In short order they reached the sand bar and tied the canoe to one of the marker buoys so it wouldn’t float away. Then they slipped into the water and Patrick didn’t waste any time in pulling Marie’s bikini bottoms off and start fingering her. Even under water he could tell how wet Marie was and it didn’t take any time for his dick to stiffen.

The dangerous part of sex at the sand bar is that the water is so clear that anyone who got close would be able to tell exactly what they were doing. Not to mention that once someone was at the sand bar it was like a magnet for others to come join the party as well. As much as Patrick was thinking about what that evening might bring he really wanted today to be just about him and Marie.

Patrick moved behind Marie, brought his hands to her waist and pulled her back against him. As Marie ground her ass on Patrick’s cock he reached around her slipping his hands inside her bra top playing with her nipples. As he squeezed one Marie shuddered and turned wrapping her legs around Patrick’s waist and slid his erection inside of her.

In an effort to be semi-discreet they moved together slowly letting their arousal build. Marie lay back in the water which allowed her hips to open wider and Patrick to slide deeper into her. Their fingers were locked together and Marie pulled on Patrick’s arms using him as leverage to plunge his cock even deeper inside her.

They were so consumed in their own building orgasms that they didn’t notice that other people were slowly beginning to make their way towards the sand bar. Patrick finally looked around and saw a paddle boat that would reach them in just a couple of minutes. He waved with one hand as his other sought out Marie’s ass. Turn about is fair play he thought as he inserted one finger into her ass as he continued to fuck her pussy.

That was all it took to push Marie over the edge. Her body began to shudder in the familiar “I can’t scream” orgasm that Patrick knew so well. The way her pussy clamped down on his cock drove him over the edge and he spurted his load deep into her body.

Reluctantly Patrick let her move away and try to slip her swimsuit bottoms back on. Patrick took a few lazy strokes towards the paddle boat hoping that they would be distracted by him and not notice what Marie was doing. It turned out that it was another couple that they knew. Scott and Angie had been coming to the lake for years and were great card players but the chemistry had never been right for Patrick and Marie to consider them as anything other than friends.

Scott had brought a cooler full of beer and even some wine for the ladies and they enjoyed a half hour or so swimming and drinking at the sand bar before Marie said they had better head back. Patrick knew she was eager to get home so that they could get ready for their “date” later that night.

To be continued…

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A Walk in the Park

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As I was saying, the dream starts with you deciding to come see me suddenly. I was caught by this. I left early and was to meet at the park. I got a message from you saying you weren’t going to come…you got called into work. Bummed I decided I was staying at the park anyway and go for a walk.

With time to burn. I climbed out of the jeep and set up the path. Up the slope into the woods, down the hill, around the bend and climbing the next I thought of times at park. Relaxing, reading, lounging, and our more cardinal adventures. I walked on past the concrete ruins and then up and around to the right following old routes we had taken. I stopped by a tree I remember you holding onto and decided memory lane wasn’t for today. I wished I had shorts on I was too hot. I figured I would head back and read in the shade, lounge on the ground and rest my leg. Try to reorganize my head since I put in on a certain track that makes me antsy. Walking back I remembered more people always strolling and noises around causing me jitters at times. Just in time I heard crunching under foot from down a way.

I was surprised when walking by the ruins I saw you coming up the hill. Wearing scrubs and your bag slung over your shoulder, you met my eyes with slightly flushed cheeks. You must have been rushing though not nearly as casual as myself. It was clear that there was a silence there, a gap between us. I was frankly stunned to see you at all. Shallow hellos were exchanged. It was like we forgot how to ride bicycles and we were stuttering with our motions. I went to sit on the half wall and almost busted my ass, you touched my shoulder as I found my footing and that was that.

We had standard chit chat briefly. what’s new? how’s work, what’s exciting. You leaning against a tree and myself sitting. You came closer but didn’t sit, something was on your mind distracting you. Me being me, took in the sights. Loose scrub top and straighter pants showing little curve but enough. Hair up, cheeks still pinkish with a glimmer in your eyes, just watching me.

You lean against the tree again and your breath catches. I remember you pulling your back again and thought it must be that. I told you to sit if you have time. You put off sitting while stating you aren’t in a rush you get to work… when and if you do. A decision made, your posture changes against the tree as you lean on to it more and then grin and push off, walking to me as you shake your head and comment to yourself in amusement that you must be crazy.

You strode over to me bent at the waist resting your forearms on my shoulder and kissed me. Gently kuşadası escort at first but growing more needful. I immediately respond appropriately, reaching to your low back. I grasp you and pull you closer. As we separate slightly I see down your top and catch a glimpse at more surprises. You had on something new and sexy showing your cleavage. I stand up gripping your hips and begin to guide you down around the partial wall.

You drop your bag to the ground behind the cover of the wall as I lead you to lean against the perpendicular wall. A smile crosses your lips at you lean against it and we continue kissing and holding each other. My hands slide down your hip and around going to grasp your butt when they hit something that gives you a slight shiver. Devilish grins covers your face and mine. You chuckle as I explore my find. I slide my hands down the back of the scrub pants running them over a very smooth string band overlook to a familiar shaped stem and ball exposed from a partially gapped butt cheeks.

Pulling and pushing on the stem earns another soft moan. I run my fingers over the base and find a small splotch of fabric pulled tightly over it and running between your legs.

My mind so preoccupied with the current events it does something unheard of in our history and forgets we are in a public space. This park seems abandoned today by some luck anyway. Keeping one hand on a prize I had fantasies about the other traced the thin string back up the crevice of your butt and around your hip. Feeling a lite smooth mesh like material as it dips lower and lower. I bring my hand back up and untie the string holding up your pants and let them all slide down your thighs getting caught on your knees. You pull off your top and wiggle a little and the pants hit your ankles.

Taking a moment stepping back and retracing head to toe over you in black lace bra and very low cut naughty lace g string matching in black. You again laugh and give me a look as you turn just a bit showing the string of the barely there panties curving over your amazing ass and disappearing. You turn the rest of the way giving a little fashion show of the entire event and place your hands on the wall bending down accentuating the plug firmly planted in your rear. Reaching back you toy with it gently as you begin to explain how couldn’t wear regular pants because of the stem so scrubs worked and you couldn’t sit with it either, so no driving with it. Your slowly pulling it almost to popping out, twisting it and pushing it back in teasingly.

I am dying to get my hands back on you as you toy with it, I slide my hand down the front of the panties and find you drenched. Fingers probing as we start kissing again. One of your hands reaches down and rubs my hard dick through my pants. The belt quickly undone with dexterous skill. Your other hand joins the process of unclothing me down to my boxers too.

Bringing us to the ground on top of our discarded cloths you straddle me and continue rubbing my crotch. My hands cupping your face we fall into a simple rhythm of kissing we couldn’t forget. We move you to your back laying on the ground me between your legs, my head inches from your scantily clad pussy. I can see the sheen of moisture on your skin peeking out from under the panties. Pulling them to the side exposing your wet slightly parted pussy I lean in and flick my tongue over your clit.

Lowering myself fully to my elbows I continue licking and devouring you. One hand resting on your lower stomach the other gingerly toying with the toy embedded in your rear. Soft moans escaping your lips as your breathing quickens. Your hands gripping my shoulders pulling me in tighter as your excitement builds.

Done playing a passive member you begin inching around and snaking your upper body down beside my lower. Hands pulling my boxers down you gasp my dick. Stroking it and pulling the tip into your mouth. Your tongue massaging the head and then trailing down the underside. Tracing back up swallowing me whole. I am in heaven. Climbing fully on top we both continue our oral activities. All the while toying with the plug and you alternating between swallowing my dick and stroking it while sucking with exceeding enthusiasm. Your mouth is full as your body tightens up as you cum, gargling out a pent up sigh.

Feeling a sense of pride, I divert my attention to another exposure. Grasping the stem I pull slowly. Watching as the skin pulls tight and the enlarged head slowly emerge. Letting in sink back a moment to pull it to that point again. Easing it millimeter by millimeter more, then watching as it settles back. One last time, pulling to the brink and just beyond as it pops out, free. I wipe some juice from your soaked pussy on it as I rub it around your stretched hole. Adding more pressure in the center. the inverse happens. Hitting the brink, the head gets pulled in. I repeat the whole process multiple times fully engrossed till I notice your head rested on my thighs with a grin, capturing full gulps of air with each intrusion and escape.

We are laying sprawled out side by side, my upper body through your leg, your rear slightly elevated; your upper body resting on my lower. We resemble a perverse ying-yang. One of your hands gripping and stroking my dick, the other between your legs and tenderly rubbing your clit. Stopping you reach toward your purse, partially dumping the contents out as you drag it to you. A bottle of lube rolls out and is forgotten, not needed as I continue playing with your ass as it is. The sun shines down on your hands as you pull the other gleaming glass toy from your wonder trove of a bag.

Holding it to your face a moment you lick it from tip to base and swallow it in your mouth making me miss the feeling of your lips on the base of my dick. Removing the now wet and slippery glass cylinder you slide your hand back between your legs. The head parts your lips as it runs further back and deeper in. Half way in you pull in back to the tip as I push the other back in over the edge popping back in place. The glass clinks together as they pass, followed by you sliding the other to the hilt with the bases of each touching.

Laying there you smile at me because I am so amused by everything, a kid on Christmas morning. I love playing and exploring with you. Time passes as we lay there toying casually with the presents under the trees. I am unbelievable hard, but so preoccupied by everything it takes you sliding then the cylinder out and casting in back on to the top of your bag to break my trance. I follow suit and gently pull the other from you, placing it gently with the other.

Gripping my shoulders you roll me fully on to my back, coming with me, your on top straddling me again. My hands gripping your hips, feeling the smoothness of your skin. Now I am eager to be inside you and you must be the same. You slide forward onto me slightly, kissing me as you come closer to my face. I feel you reaching back , grasping my dick and guiding it into your moist pussy. Easing back you slide fully onto me. It is simply the best feeling in the world. We continue to kiss as you slowly start to slide forward and back, grinding into each other. My hands grip your rear, pushing and pulling with you. Building speed slightly but more the pressure as we come together each time. I am kissing your neck begin in to feel the rising of my orgasm as your own builds with me. I feel your body tightening as we both get closer, continuing to move together. My hips push up as your body comes back, two more times I fear us panting and a soft moan escaping your lips as I cum into you. Feeling the pulsing of my dick as it empties, you continue to now slowly slide a couple more times before coming to a full rest on top of me. We kiss again, relieved of the tension that had build and enjoy the after still in place, on the ground, in the woods, at the park. Our personal momentary heavenly haven.

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A Tale of Two Paramours Ch. 06

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As I pulled into the parking lot of the little strip mall, I was somewhat concerned about the nature of the pizza restaurant at which Jessi had asked to meet. Four of the ten storefronts in the shopping center were vacant, and other than Joe’s Pizza Shack, which is where I was headed, the other businesses consisted of a laundry mat, a comic book store, a pawn shop, a thrift store, and last, but not least, a bail bondsman. The whole place looked more than a little dilapidated to me, and I noticed that only about a third of the lights in the parking lot were illuminated.

The pizza restaurant was located between the laundry mat and the comic book store. I found a place to park, pulling in next to a large, bright blue late 60s or early 70s American-made convertible. I thought it might be a Buick, but I was not sure. After seeing the incredibly large doors of the old car, I backed out and parked in a spot further away, even though it meant being out in the bitter cold a few steps longer. I could only imagine the damage one of those huge doors could do to my car had someone carelessly flung one open.

As I exited my car and hurried toward Joe’s Pizza Shack, I saw a man quickly leave the pawnshop and rush two doors down to the bail bondsman. As I quickened my step toward the door of the restaurant, I wondered if that were a common occurrence, and if such occurrences were the reason for the pawn shop being located in this strip mall.

Inside, the pizza place was warm, and the delicious smell of baking pizza hung in the air, but I was amazed to find that the inside of the restaurant was not as much brighter than outside as I might have expected. It appeared that only about half of the lights in the restaurant were on. As I walked through the gloomy corridor between two rows of booths, I activated my phone. Although I knew what Jessi’s text had indicated, I still read it as I walked toward the back of the restaurant.

“In booth – back left,” she had written, and sure enough, that is where she was.

The booths had high-backed benches, making it impossible to see if a particular booth was occupied until one was almost beside it, especially if the person in the booth was sitting with his or her back to the front of the restaurant, as Jessi was. I did not even know if she was in the booth until I was right alongside her.

“Hi Jessi,” I said as I slid into the booth so that I was sitting opposite of her, the table between us. Jessi was wearing a large, green sweater and her red glasses, which I had not seen at all the prior two times we had been together. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she wore little to no makeup. She looked very pretty, but also quite young. Had I not known better, I might have thought her a teenager.

“Hi Mark,” she said, our eyes meeting before she dropped hers.

It was obvious why Jessi had asked to meet here, at Joe’s Pizza Shack. Not only was it dimly lit and sparsely populated, but the way the booths were constructed and arranged gave us almost complete privacy. Unless someone sat in the booth across the way from us, no one would be able to see Jessi at all without coming back to where we sat, and I doubted anyone could even see me unless they were within a few yards of our booth.

“I ordered the pizza already,” she told me, glancing up at me briefly. “I got peperoni, onion, pineapple and half jalapeno — I remembered that you said that’d be the perfect pizza.”

“I did say that, didn’t I?” I commented, smiling at the young blonde woman sitting across from me even as I wondered what I would do about the jalapenos. When she had offered me cold pizza our first evening together, I had told her that jalapenos would have made her peperoni, onion and pineapple pizza perfect, but my comment was not meant as an expression of a true preference; rather, it had been intended as a way of heading toward a joke about her being both sweet and hot. However, Jessi had commented on the sweet and hot aspect before I had the chance to say anything, thus nullifying my attempt at humor. I had never told her that I had meant it to be playful.

“Yes,” she replied. “The pizza I had then was from Joe’s.”

“Do you come here often?” I asked.

“Sometimes,” she shrugged. “It’s nice and private back here. But usually I just pick it up and take it home. My apartment’s just a few blocks around the corner.”

Jessi had looked at me once while she was talking, but the rest of the time she looked down at the table. I could tell she was nervous. I did not know whether her nervousness was caused by being with me at the restaurant, by the conversation we had come here to have, or by some combination of the two. I wanted to reach out and take her hands to comfort her, but she had put them in her lap while she spoke. Instead, I nodded and smiled at her when she was done speaking.

Several seconds went by, and it seemed as if Jessi was not going to say anything else. She did not look at me even once during that time, and her hands kuşadası escort remained out of view. Unfortunately, I was struggling to find any words myself, and I was worried we would just remain sitting in silence, despite the fact that both of us had indicated, not more than an hour before, that we wanted to talk to each other.

We were saved when a voice came through the speaker above us.

“Jessi, sweetie, your pizza is ready,” the male voice said.

Jessi looked up at me, and for the first time that evening, she locked her eyes with mine in that somewhat disconcerting, typically Jessi stare.

“Would you mind going and getting the pizza, Mark?” she requested. “Please?”

“Sure,” I agreed, standing up.

“Tell Joe you need a glass for your drink too,” she added.

“Okay,” I told her, walking toward the front of the restaurant, wondering about Joe. Jessi had told me she only really connected with other people through sex, but she seemed quite familiar with whoever Joe was, and furthermore, he had called her sweetie. As I approached the counter, I could feel the jealousy creeping through me. I imagined Joe as a young man, one who likely could better keep up with a sexually aggressive twenty-year-old than I could.

“I am here for Jessi’s pizza,” I told the very large man at the counter.

Joe, as it turned out, was a 6’5″, 350 pound Samoan man in his late thirties or so. He grinned at me and said, “You the one Jessi was waitin’ for, huh?”

“Yes,” I replied. As I was not sure what else to say, I asked him for a glass for my drink.

Joe set a red plastic cup, two plates, and a handful of parmesan cheese and crushed red pepper packets on the pizza box that he handed to me. He then grinned again.

“I don’t know how you did it,” he confided with a wink. “It took me almost two years just to get her to say more than ‘hi’, and that had taken a couple of months itself. She just recently started giving me a smile or two. I never thought I’d see her eat with anyone else. When she said she was waiting for a date here tonight, I thought my hearing was going.”

“We just hit it off, I guess,” I told him self-consciously, wondering what the big man was thinking about the age difference between the blonde and me.

“Okay. Well, have a good dinner, man,” he said as he headed back into the kitchen.

After I took the pizza to the table, I went back to the front of the store to fill my glass and also to top off Jessi’s drink. I selected ice tea for me, and I added more cola to Jessi’s glass. When I returned to the table, I found Jessi had put two slices of pizza on my plate as well as one on her own. The slices she had given me had several jalapeno pieces each.

“Thank you,” I said as I handed her the now full glass.

“Thank you, Mark,” Jessi replied, and for the first time since I had arrived, I saw a small smile cross her pretty face.

“So you are not going home for either Christmas or New Year’s?” I asked her after I had taken a bite of my pizza and doused my mouth with tea, which did not help as well as the milk had the night before when Jessika had served me her grandmother’s chili seared chicken.

The young blonde shook her head before saying, “No. I don’t go home for Christmas.”

Remembering she had mentioned some problems with her mother the last time we were together, I decided not to bring up her family again. Instead, I resolved to invite her to spend some time with me.

“I am not doing anything for the holidays either, so we could always find something to do together,” I suggested, and as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I regretted the way I had phrased them. I did not want Jessi to think she was just an alternative to being alone for me.

Jessi stared at me as she chewed a bite of her pizza. I was not sure whether to go on our wait for her to finishing chewing, so I decided to take another bite of pizza myself. Unfortunately, I must have bit off several jalapenos in that bite because I had to swallow quickly and gulp down my tea to try to ease the burn. Even after drinking nearly the entire glass, my mouth was still on fire and my eyes were watering.

“Too hot?” Jessi asked, obviously concerned.

“I just need some more tea,” I managed to tell her before I stood up and hurried to the front of the restaurant. Once at the drink station, I filled my cup, drank it all down, and then filled it again before heading back to the table.

I picked the jalapenos off the slice and a half of pizza left on my plate, and if Jessi thought this was odd, she did not say anything. In fact, she looked to be deep in thought.

“So, what do you think?” I inquired.

“I don’t know,” she replied, staring at the partially consumed slice of pizza on her plate before whispering, “I think I am too slutty for you.”

“About that…” I started, but Jessi looked up at me, her vivid blue eyes full of pain and doubt, and held my gaze. She looked so sad and so vulnerable that I was not able to finish my thought.

“I know that I am,” she told me, still staring. “So, I’m not sure why you want to spend time with me, unless you want me to be a slut.”

“I just want you to be yourself, Jessi,” I assured her, taken aback by the sudden turn our conversation had taken, even though I had been worried about this very issue since Jessika and I had talked the night before. It was important for me to let Jessi know that I was not just with her for sex, but I also wanted her to know that I did not think poorly of her because of the sexual activities in which we had engaged. However, I was not sure how to say any of that, and my indecision let Jessi keep talking.

“But it turned you on when I was talking about other girls,” she pointed out, and I wondered where her hesitancy in discussing this topic had gone. She had been barely able to even speak about it on the phone earlier, but now she was staring me down and talking matter-of-factly.

“It did, Jessi,” I admitted, wanting to be as honest and open with the young woman as I could be. “And I thought it turned you on as well. And it was fun to think about…”

“Is that what you want?” she demanded, interrupting me, and something blazed in those blue eyes that was neither hurt nor doubt.

“I had not thought about it before then, when you mentioned your experiences with other women,” I said, trying to figure out how to move the conversation back to where I wanted it to be. “It is arousing to think about it, but I it is not anything I would say I actively want.”

The young blonde continued to stare, causing me to blink several times. I was just about to try to explain how nothing we had done had caused me to think less of her when I saw the fire in her blue eyes dim to a simmer. Jessi also noticeably relaxed; she had been leaning forward as we spoke, but now she sat back. Finally, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out with a sigh.

As she sat there, eyes closed, I asked, “Were you angry about this when I left Saturday morning?”

“Yes,” the blonde breathed, eyes still closed. “I could barely look at you. But when you blew the kiss to me, I felt it start to go away, my anger that is. Then when you were gone, and I started worrying about it all.”

“I think I understand why it upset you, Jessi,” I told her. “But why did you believe that I would think you were, umm… a… umm… slut. I do not think that about you.”

Jessi opened her eyes, and I could see incipient tears forming in the corners of them. At that point, I no longer wanted to talk about any of this. All I wanted was to take the young woman in my arms and hold her, to reassure her that I did not think poorly of her.

“Nice girls don’t talk about those things,” she sniffed, her tears now fully realized. “So, when we were in the shower, I wanted you to do to me what I deserved, since I am not a nice girl, and when you did, that tuned me on so much I got myself off, and that made me feel even worse.”

“I am sorry, Jessi,” I apologized, while trying to make sure I heard and understood what she was saying.

“Why’re you sorry, Mark?” she asked, a confused look clouding her face. “I’m the one who is fucked up.”

“Everyone is, Jessi,” I asserted, “just differently. And I am sorry because I did not realize what was going on. No, it is more than that. I enjoyed it all, even though I should have known it was bothering you, and I am sorry for that.”

“I enjoyed it too, even though it was tearing me up,” she admitted, looking down again, her cheeks now burning red. “That’s part of why I am so worried about it. I can only imagine what you think of me.”

“I think you are an exciting, vibrant, incredibly sexy woman, and I believe that I am lucky to be able to be with you like this,” I declared.

Jessi looked up at me and sniffed, and I saw that her eyes were mainly dry again. A small smile appeared as she held my gaze.

“So, is that just a nicer way of saying that you like it that I am a slut?” she asked, what might have been amusement shining in her eyes.

“Ummm… I would not… uh….” was all I managed to say.

“I am going to pay for the pizza and take my part of it home,” the young blonde woman announced before standing up.

I watched her walk to the front of the restaurant, so dumbfounded that I barely noticed how nicely her jeans clung to her small but well-formed rear end. Just when I thought we might have been close to understanding one another, she was withdrawing again. My mind was in overdrive, trying to figure out something to say to get her to stay, but I came up with nothing. So, when she came back to the booth, I just sat there while she put what remained of her half of the pizza in a box she had brought back with her before she grabbed her coat from her side of the booth. I stood up, opened my mouth to speak, and was completely blindsided when Jessi, now swaddled in a large, black coat, hugged me. After a couple of heartbeats, I hugged her back while enjoying the smell of strawberries emanating from her soft hair. A few more heartbeats later, Jessi broke the hug. Looking up into my eyes, she put her hand on my neck and pulled my lips to hers for a quick kiss, after which she smiled and winked. Then she grabbed her pizza, turned, and walked away without another word. I wanted to call her back, but all I could do is stand and watch her leave. It was only after she had walked out the door that I realized I should have at least offered to pay for half the pizza.

Hurrying from the restaurant to my car, the box with the remainder of my half of the pizza in my hand, I noticed that the big convertible was gone, and I wondered if it belonged to me slender blonde enigma. It seemed like it would be too much car for her, but somehow it also fit. The twenty-year-old blonde was a walking, talking bundle of contradictions.

I was back home, enjoying a piece of pizza (from which I had removed the jalapenos) when my phone buzzed with an incoming message. I was hoping it was from Jessi, as I felt we really had not resolved anything. However, it was a message form Jessika telling me she had arrived at her parents’ house. We texted back and forth for a few minutes about how she was feeling (she told me it was better but she was not planning a repeat performance for a while) and about her happiness at being home for Christmas with her family (her parents had surprised her by having one of her sisters and her brother there as well).

After texting with Jessika, I thought I might try to do a bit more work on the short story I had started revising and was now rewriting, I had just sat down at my computer when a new message arrived. This one was from Jessi, and for the first time in several days, it was a media content only message. When I clicked on the link, a picture of a smiling Jessi wearing a tight black t-shirt popped up on my screen. Emblazoned across her modest bosom was the word ‘Slut’ in ornate, pink script.

A few seconds later, Jessi texted, “I want 2b ur slut since u r ok w/that.”

I read and reread her short message. I knew I should try to formulate a response, but I was still just staring at my screen when another text from Jessi appeared.

“Id luv to spend xmas w/u,” she wrote. “wanna come to my apt?”

“How about we spend it at my house. I do not have decorations up, but we could do that tomorrow — Christmas Eve — and then you could spend the night and be here Christmas morning” I responded. I had decided at that point it was better to not address her earlier picture and text message.

A few seconds later, my phone rang with an incoming call from the young blonde.

“Hi Jessi,” I said when I answered the phone.

“Hi,” she replied, then in a rush said, “I’m not sure about coming to your house…”

“Jessi,” I interrupted, “I would love for you to come over. I will make you a Christmas Eve dinner, and then we can decorate a little — I brought some stuff in from the garage a couple of weeks back but never put it up.”

“Ummm… it is a little… uh…scary for me,” she admitted in a quiet voice.

“I promise you will be safe,” I responded. “I would not hurt you.”

“I’m not worried about you, Mark,” she proclaimed, her voice suddenly sure. “I mean, I’m not worried about you hurting me.”

“Then what…?” I started, but Jessi cut me off.

“Coming to your house, decorating, planning to spend the night,” she clarified. “It’s all kinda scary. I don’t do stuff like that.”

“Would it help if I told you I wanted you to come over so I could fuck your brains out?” I blurted out, exasperated by the entire situation.

I did not know what to expect from Jessi after I said that, but the snicker I heard coming from the phone would not have been high on my list.

“Fuck yes, it would help,” she laughed. “That I get.”

I shook my head, wondering, not for the first time, whether I would ever understand the young woman. Just hours before, she had cried because she was afraid that I might think she was a slut. Now she was fully embracing it and laughing about it.

“Okay, let’s do it this way — you come over to my house, we will have sex, and then we will see about putting up the decorations,” I suggested, not quite believing that I was saying what I was saying.

“I will be there, Mr. Warner,” the young woman proclaimed. “Tell me when and where.”

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At a quarter before 7:00 the next evening, I opened the door to find Jessi standing on my porch, her soft blonde hair, her voluminous black coat, and a purple duffle bag all covered with a dusting of snow. I said hello to her as she entered my house, but Jessi did not respond. The lovely blonde walked into my living room, set her bag down, turned around to face me, and dropped her coat to the floor just as I looked around from shutting and locking the door. I felt my mouth fall open as I stared at the young woman standing in front of me. The only thing she was wearing was a black collar with the word ‘SLUT’ written in metal studs on the front of it.

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It had been a frustrating Saturday at lab. None of Brian’s experiments seemed to be yielding any interesting, or even consistent, results. He shucked off his lab coat and decided to head back to his apartment. But when he got there the thought of staying indoors on this great, unseasonably warm, September day dejected him. Only one thing to do on a day like this.

Within minutes he was on his T-shirt, shorts and riding his bike away from the city. His favorite road led him past Hamden and Petersburg to the coast. He was pedaling harder than usual, sweat pouring down from his dark face when he saw another cyclist up ahead. He could only see her blonde ponytail fluttering in the wind at first, but he slowed down when he was close enough to see more. His eyes locked on her firm ass in her tight, pink biker shorts. On either side of the mid-seam, muscular, round butt cheeks flexed and relaxed as she pedaled hard. Her calf muscles told him she was a regular.

He would have stayed behind her longer, but he could sense rain approaching. This was not because Brian had any special powers; simply the sky had done a quick metamorphosis while he had been staring at the girl’s spandex ass.

He overtook her, turning to see smile at her. Her face was concentrating on the effort of pedaling so she barely acknowledged Brian’s smile and wave.

“Not the friendly sort,” he thought. Her face was mostly red with the exertion, and perspiration was dripping down her neck as well.

The sky was getting darker and the temperatures had noticeably dropped. Brian loved this part of the rain – just before the downpour when the sky is threatening and the earth raises a perfume of desire. Musk, like the aroma of a woman before he wets her with his tongue. The thought of a woman, the blonde cyclist, lying beneath him waiting to be wet had him getting hard in his shorts. He was glad he never wore biker shorts. They looked great on the blondes’ ass, but they would need to have great stretch potential to allow for moments when his cock began to rise to its full height.

His erotic thoughts of licking women were interrupted by a flash of lightning and a loud, almost immediate, roll of thunder. Within seconds the rain was down hard upon him. He rode on for a while, but the water was now running down his forehead and falling into his eyes. His long eyelashes caught the rain like a water web, making it hard for him to see. His clothes were soaked through by the time he reached the deserted one-room hut where he sometimes took a pit stop.

He stripped off his drenched T-shirt and considered removing his shorts also, but he found that he liked the wet feel on his groin. Suddenly the door opened and he saw the blonde biker walk in – completely soaked to the skin.

‘Fuckin’ rain ..shit, , my one day off and it friggin’ rains on me,” she cursed before kuşadası escort she noticed Brian there. She stopped and looked at him. By then, he had been looking at her for what seemed an eternity. Her hair was pasted against her scalp and face, and more noticeably, white T-shirt was totally transparent with her nipples forming bullets as they chilled.

“Hey, did not see you there. Mind if I get dry here?” Brian just nodded, still staring at her firm breasts on which he could now see the outline of the dark skin around her nipples.

“You don’t say much, which is fine with me. I hate men who chatter. Damn I am soaked!” She grabbed the bottom hem of her T-shirt and removed it and placed it next to Brian’s T-shirt by the closed window. He was arrested by the simple observation that her sports bra, while covering her boobs well, was also white, and was now also semi-transparent. Her nipples, a deeper shade of pink, were large and straining against the material. They were the perfect topping for her incredibly well supported tits. She followed his obvious gaze to her chest and noticed the failure of her clothing to reveal anything.

“Well, this is pretty useless, isn’t it?” she laughed, “hey! If you promise not to stare, I am going to strip this as well.” And she removed it in a one firm action which caused her breasts to jiggle just a bit as Brian got his first clear view of her pink breasts and nipples. Her breasts were like rockets facing him, full and firm as water balloons. He would not call her busty, but their shape, their youthful exuberance left him in a continued state of speechlessness. He was usually a dedicated card-carrying legs-and-ass man, but the seeming weightlessness of her tits made him question his leanings.

She walked toward him so that her pointy nipples were millimeters from his chest. He could feel the steam rise off them as the rainwater evaporated from her skin.

“Maybe there is something you can do with these that will help us pass the time better,” she said, taking his hands and placing them on the side of her boobs. Brian squeezed, gently first, but in response to her first moan, harder. She grabbed his face and kissed his juicy lips. As her tongue flicked against his, she let her hand drop to his crotch. She brushed against his obvious hardening.

“Hmmm, already so big and we haven’t even done anything? I wonder how huge it will be when we really get started.” Brian focused on her words long enough to wonder what else she had in mind. He dropped his head and took her candy-hard nipples in his mouth. They were still damp from the rain and he could taste the freshness of the September storm on her breasts.

“Oh boy! Yes, baby, suck them!” she ordered, but Brian began by simply wetting them with his tongue and lips, and continuing caressing them with his big hands. She started squirming as his tongue action became faster and faster. He was hoping he would get a chance to make her squirm more by repeating this on her pussy. She moaned and removed his head from her tits.

“I think we need to removed our shorts as well. They are wet too… mine more on the inside after that action!” She dropped onto her knees and ran her fingers under the waistband of his shorts. Her lips touched the outline of his massive cock. She moaned in anticipation of what she was about to get from him. His shorts were around his feet in a second and she had the tip of his cock inside her lips. The sight of her pale face in with her lips wrapped around his dark cock made his throb. She licked his rod from the tip to the base and his balls. She took one of his weighty spheres in her mouth.

He groaned. She said, “That was just a preview.”

She stepped away and pulled off her pink shorts. Her pussy-soaked white cotton panties and stained panty shield came off in the same move. She now ran her hands down her sides until they reached the tiny triangle of light pubic hair she had left above her cunt. Like an arrow, it pointed to Brian’s next destination.

He pushed her against a large table, the one piece of furniture in this deserted haven. Her legs opened wide as he dropped between them. He breathed in her aroma of sweat and arousal between her well-muscled thighs. He licked the inside of her thighs, slowly working his way to her labia.

“Please don’t make me wait, put that delicious tongue inside me… my ooh” she yelped as he blew on the wet flesh around her slit. He licked under her pussy and she raised her hips to give him access to her rear. He licked around her asshole and came back to her twat. By now, she had grabbed his head and was aiming her steaming pussy to his lips. He stuck his tongue out and jabbed it inside her.

“Oh yes, inside me, lick me,” she muttered, as he licked her deep inside her. Her cunt tasted young and ripe. “I have been wetting myself since you rode past me. You have a great ass, lover, and I was thinking about how I could… you could… we would… oh fuck.” She became more incoherent as he kept up his licking.

Brian had been squeezing her miracle tits, but now ran his finger over her pubes to her clit. It was already unhooded and his smooth fingertip sent a jolt of power through her body. She thrust upwards with unbridled sexual energy, dislodging his tongue from her deep honey pot. His tongue switched places with his finger and he was soon lapping at her clit as he fucked her with his fingers.

“Oh god, I wanted to be sucked and fucked, but I did not know you would do it at one time.”

He kept up his rhythm and her moans became louder and shallower. Finally, he hooked his finger against her G-spot and she exploded with an orgasm that sent tiny cramps through her muscles. His continued ministrations on her swollen nub sent further vibrations through her that resulted in the total relaxation of all her tired muscles.

Brian stood up as she continued to shake. The aroma her leaking pussy juices and the sight of her stretched out on the table, thighs wide apart, arms raised above her head lost in her blonde mane that was splayed against the wood had Brian as aroused as he would ever be. He rubbed his pink cock head, the size of a golf ball, against her throbbing clitty.

“Ooooh! That was so good, ooo, keep doing that and I think I will explode again. Oh let me suck you off like that, let me put you in my warm mouth and coat your cock with my spit, let me swallow… Oh my God!”

Her blowjob offer was interrupted when Brian shoved his thick cock inside her pussy lips without any warning.

“Oh yes… so big… like a fuck torpedo!” she said nonsensically, as he pushed himself in her to the very hilt. She could feel his pubic area push against her exposed clit. He then grabbed her ass and started moving in and out of her in deep strokes. Each stroke began with him pushing against her clitty and pulling slowly out nearly all the way so that when she looked between her legs she could see his pink head almost pop out of her pussy. He would then shove it in with urgency forcing her wide open. She thought he would penetrate her cervix if kept it up. He moved his hands from her firm ass and started rubbing her tits that stood upright on her chest. He dropped his head to her rock-hard nipples. He felt her respond inside her pussy as he sucked her tits again. She was getting juicier and juicier and Brian knew that if he did not cum soon, she would be too wet for him to get any friction.

He started fucking her harder. She noticed his growing urgency and started moving her hips with him. Their combined motions, the feel of her nipples in his sucking mouth, her hands pressing his muscular ass, the contrast in their skin colors, the wetness squelching inside her that was leaking all around his thick, lust-engorged member and the smell of sex that surrounded them made them both shake with pleasure. Within minutes of this, he felt ready to cum. His balls tightened and he pushed against her one last time and held his dick still inside her. She kept moving her hips until she felt him release ribbons of hot cream deep inside her.

“You are beautiful!” he yelled out. His first words to her. She felt her pussy walls contract in a mini orgasm, which had the effect of squeezing another jet of jizz out of him. He looked into her green eyes as she drained him.

He collapsed next to her on the table. They wrapped their limbs around each other and heard the storm continue outside.

“If our clothes don’t dry, we could give this a second go today,” she suggested.

“Even if they do, could we give it a third and fourth try in my apartment.”

“Hmmmmm… only if you promise to speak to me before that.”

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A Diva Experience

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A first time attempt at explaining an experience. Any comments would be greatly appreciated, voting helps to determine the impact of the story so after reading please be kind enough to comment and vote. Thanks to all whom take the time to read and thanks to Literotica for giving all a chance to post their writings.

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This is an attempt to set the tone or the situation and how it arrived to be a story that seems or wants to be told. It was the late summer days the heat had risen to unbearable limits, his air conditioner the wind was not blowing, sitting in uncomfortable conditions this man in his fifties decided to dress and go out to an air conditioned environment to find temporary relief. Leaving his rural community and heading for the city south of him about an hour and a half drive away, coming upon construction and detours ended up in an industrial area, one large neon sign flashing a pink word Diva’s, and in the window a computer generated sign air conditioned for your comfort.

Pulling into the parking lot seeing a few cars angle parked he slid his Honda quietly into a spot and checked to make sure all the doors and window were up and locked. Sliding his five foot nine inch frame out into the sweltering heat he hurried across the parking lot as not to let lakes of perspiration mark the pits under the arms of his blue dress shirt. Greeted at the door by a large burly looking man with a ponytail, the bouncer ushers him inside and places him at a table but ten feet from a stage.

The coolness of the air condition immediately brought a comfort level that he had not felt for a few days. A waitress approached dressed in normal street clothes nothing elaborate and took my order. The music was a steady rhythmic beat not overly loud when all of a sudden a males voice announced a name and onto the stage before me strutted a lovely young lady dressed in nearly nothing. The patterned top holding back her swaying breasts as she strutted around the stage in what would be considered a dance routine. Her matching bottoms barely covering anything but her womanhood. The bare skin exposed and the cool air mixed showed the hardness of her nipples pressing against the light fabric holding them back.

Nothing exposed during the first song, just a warm up he guessed for even as a youngster he had never before been in a gentleman’s club. During the second song off came the top the breast swaying and swinging for all to be hypnotized by their pendulum swing to the beat of the music, and her hands constantly going to the nubs twisting and rubbing to make sure they poked out. Half way through the song off came the bottoms and there naked on stage stood the dancer slowly moving towards the pole which she grabbed and shimmied up and the swung around like a swing opening and closing her thighs flashing her gash to the audience for barely a blink of an eye.

As the music got https://bursali.org cued for the third song she came to the edge of the stage and pointed a finger in his direction, not understanding he turned and looked around, the waitress close by leaned down and whispered “go to the stage.” In a state of zombieizm he walked to the edge of the stage she grabbed the front of his shirt held him as she bashed about his head with her breasts to the hoots and howls of the audience.

Leaning down she said just loud enough for him to hear “up on the stage.”

Climbing up onto the stage still unsure of what was going on meekly standing there as she danced around him the perfume strong and taking his mind into a state he never new existed. She again moved in grabbing the back of his head bending it down so that her breasts had another go with his head. Leaning back she bite his earlobe and told him to “get on all fours.” Mounting him like she would a horse grabbing his hair pulling his head up with her other hand began to spank his ass softly at first then with more force until he began to canter around the stage with her riding him like a cowgirl from the wild west.

His erection was now larger than anytime he could remember the whole scene was so erotic and sexual his mind was reeling in another dimension. Lying down along his back again with the sexiest of voices whispering to him ” lay on your back now and really enjoy.” With that she dismounted and stood overtop him as he fell and rolled over onto his back.

What seemed like an eternity with everyone in the audience clapping whistling and making all kinds of merriment his focus was completely controlled by her actions all done to the beat of the music. The dry imitation of fucking him began with her placing her naked vagina over his erect tented pants and she lowered herself down on top of him and began to simulate taking his hardness into her womanhood as if they were in some kind of show for all the rest to see. Then without warning she slid down and began to blow hot air on him simulating giving him a blow job of course this was too much to bear his hips began to involuntarily rise and fall off the stage as if he were driving his cock down her throat. As the song neared it’s ending which was unknown to him but like second nature to her she scooted up across his chest dropping twice to let his body feel her heat until she was directly above his mouth and face.

The aroma of her scent filling his nostrils the desire to stick out his tongue and lick her folds as she took her hands along the petals and exposed her pinkness to him just as the song ended and she smartly rose to a thundering clap of applause from the crowd. Slipping into his pocket he extracted a twenty-dollar bill and gave it the dancer with a grin across his face. In his mind the experience was etched forever. Settling down the waitress bursa escort kız came over and asked if he wanted another drink and all he could do as he tried to get his breath under control was nod.

The dancer came directly over to his table and thanked him for his help with her show and that it meant more to her to have a participant.

“Can I join you for a drink?” she asked and like magic the waitress appeared with his drink and backed into him her ass rubbing against his biceps as she took the order from the dancer. She began to tell him that she was new to the business and that this club had given her the break she needed and that two of the girls that helped teach her the tricks of dancing were in the club. As her drink arrived so did the other two dancers.

The one sitting down to his left was the most beautiful ebony lady that he had ever laid eyes on. She stood with her six inch heels only about five foot four inches tall, the colour and texture of her skin was so dark that only the whites of her eyes and the pearl chiclets of her teeth gave hint as to her realness. She wore a luminous purple bikini top and bottom, which attracted ones eyes to roam taking in her perfectly, proportioned body. The third dancer was the oldest of them all the lines around her face and mouth showed up her age more than anything else. Long blonde hair out of a bottle but no roots showing flowed down past her shoulders and more than half way to her ass, the front caressing the tops of her breasts as they were lifted and puffed out by a top possible a size or two too small. The matching black briefs were French cut and exposed the length of her dancers legs, the thighs very muscular and the calves pulsating with nerves and veins from many hours wearing heels six or seven inches high.

Sitting there being introduced the black beauty leaned over her hands on his left thigh squeezing in an gesture to make sure the sensations went straight to the mind and the head of his cock, “that was very good on stage the way you helped Darlene out,” she cooed in my ear like butter floating across toast. The next shock came as he felt something rub along and then press against his manhood as he looked down Darlene raised his head with her hand so that he was staring directly into the blonds deep blue eyes like an ocean current running deep and true her penetrating glare was digging deep into his soul and mind, as her heeled shoe worked up and down his cock causing his breathing to become shallow.

With a deepness of voice that took him by surprise, the voice was like that of May West on steroids so deep and soothing. “Thank you for the show, we have not seen the likes of a man on stage like that in years!” With that she pressed harder against his cock pushing it back against his stomach and just grinned seductively at him. “Shall we all go for a dance?” bursa anal yapan escort Darlene the stage dancer asked. All three girls got up and the ebony goddess picked up his glass and the blonde and dancer took his hands and lead him back to the private area.

Without a word of warning they lowered him down into a plush armed wing chair, the blonde sitting on the left arm, the dancer on the right arm and the ebony queen on his lap. Stunned by this turn his breathing became shallow and his mind collapsed into a state of erotic bliss or sexual stimulation the heat of the ebony one penetrating through his clothes into his mind and the squirming of her buttocks on his lap making sure he was attentive. The blonde with the Barry White type pipes whispered ever so slowly “being a good boy has rewards of special proportion.”

The dancer in his other ear piped up “this is our way of saying thank you.”

With that the song began as a new dancer appeared on stage but his focus was now totally in front of him. The ebony girl began to grind into his lap as the blonde and dancer started dancing together their lewd movements mimicking two women dancing the dance of seduction. First one then the other taking the other one’s top off, then moving in a beat as to their nipples seeming to be dancing together. The ebony one dancing not in front of him but on his lap grinding and swaying her buttocks slowly and rapidly against his raging hardness as she was enraptured by the other two. The occurrence was beyond his imagination the realism of their bodies meshing as one to the sound of the music in the background and the movements of the goddess in his lap with a deftness that he never even felt the cold air rushed around his exposed cock she had undone his trousers and unzipped him and pulled out his cock.

The blonde left the dancer and dropping to her knees between his legs swallowed his meat into her wet warm mouth. The bobbing of her head up and down as she inhaled him like it was the last penis on earth. The dancer straddling the blonde bringing her pussy up to his lips and forcing it onto him, the mouth opened and the tongue began licking its way up and down the offered tunnel of pinkness. The ebony one only began to murmur her desire, as her fingers appeared on he dancers clit and the blonde’s intensity of sucking him increased only to his mind thinking the ebony one was fingering her also. The song only about three minutes in length was more than ample time for the blonde to extract from him the seed to fill her mouth, the dancer reached an orgasm spilling her honey all over his chin, mouth and nose, and the ebony one coming to the rescue licked his face clean before she plunged her tongue down into his mouth tickling his tonsils. As a parting jester she stuck the fingers of the hand that had brought the blonde to her peak into his mouth until he sucked them clean.

Reaching into his pocket he withdrew a wad of twenty-dollar bills and handed one to each, and in return received three pecks on the cheek and in a stunned feeling watched as they all walked away arm in arm. He learned a powerful lesson that hot summer day that not all heat caused uncomfortable feelings.

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A Creative Challenge Ch. 23

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Over the next week or so, Amy raised the general level of nakedness around the resort.

Her open enthusiasm for not wearing clothes was infectious, and whereas before, the Pool Bar and the beach were supposed to be ‘clothing optional’ areas, now they almost became ‘naked obligatory’, and the rest of the resort became ‘topless expected’. Not everyone joined in, but most did. A couple of more conservative guests left midweek even though they had booked for longer, but several men and even a couple of women quietly said a grateful thankyou to me or to Amy at various times for helping to lower their inhibitions and be more open to new experiences.

The stories of these women were strikingly similar. Once their initial barriers were down and they had experienced the joys of a little nudity and a little public exhibitionism, they felt more liberated, and their whole attitude to the resort, to their husbands, to their sex lives, and even to their own life in general relaxed and improved.

The beautiful weather and the now more erotically charged environment kept Amy in a state of almost constant wet horniness, and we made love several times each day, in all sorts of places, on the beach, waist high in the sea, on our deck, even late one evening in the pool of the Pool Bar with a mango daiquiri in our hands. We were always fairly careful about it, but sometimes we had a small audience and just didn’t care. My fantasy had always been to make love in public in such a way that nobody could see or knew it was happening – secret exhibitionism – but now that element of secrecy seemed less important. I was becoming more exhibitionist than before and I now felt, like Amy did, that it was a real buzz to have someone watch you fucking, especially when both you and the watcher – or watchers – know what’s happening.

I was still in the bed one morning, doing what I most loved to do, which was looking at Amy without her clothes on. She was in profile to me, standing silhouetted in the doorway between the big main villa room and the deck, leaning back against one of the architraves. One of her feet was on the doorpost behind her at about knee level, and her head was leaning forward with her hair tumbling over and obscuring her face. At that moment., I desperately wanted something to draw on, but I had decided this was to be a real vacation and I hadn’t brought even the smallest of sketch books with me.

“Amy, I don’t think I can cope with much more of this. You are so beautiful I am in physical pain over here,” I said, drinking in the silhouette that was the curve of her breast and nipple against the light, savouring the taut sweep of her buttock behind the tucked up leg, and enjoying the smile I had brought to her face with my compliment. “What wouldn’t I give for a pencil and a drawing pad right now.”

Amy pushed herself away from the deck door, walked over towards the front door, and pushed a button set into the wall.

“What did you just do?” I asked.

“I called Buckingham. That’s the butler call button.”

“Why did you call him?”

“He said he would get anything we want. Well, you want a drawing pad and some pencils. And if you do, so do I.”

I had no idea where our butler was going to get those things, but I thought there was no harm in asking.

“What do you think of Buckingham?” said Amy.

“He seems very nice. Why?”

“I meant what do you think of his body?”

“He’s in fine shape,” I understated, not wanting to risk being physically compared with Buckingham, even theoretically.

“FINE shape?” said Amy scornfully. “That’s like calling Hurricane Katrina a ‘light shower’. Sam, I think he may have the best body I have ever seen on a man. He’s HOT.”

There was nothing much useful that I could say about that, so I didn’t say anything, and waited. I had a feeling that she had been thinking for some time about what she was going to say next.

“Sam, I want to get him naked, and I if you want to do some drawing that gives us a great excuse. We talked about getting a man to model with me one day, and I can’t think of anyone better.”

“Did we talk about that? I don’t remember any discussion. When you wanted to get Tracey to the studio I recall you said that you weren’t thinking of getting a man to model with you.”

“I said ‘not yet’. And that was then, Sam, this is now. What do you think?”

“He certainly is beautiful. We’ll ask him if you like.” I thought for a moment whether to ask the obvious question, but I decided it was better to know the answer. “Do you want to fuck him?”

“Sam, are you kidding? Of course I’d like to fuck him. Will I fuck him? I doubt it, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Well, it’s an idea that’s not without its potential dangers from my point of view. I wouldn’t want to fly home from here alone.”

She looked at me in some surprise and laughed. “Like I might görükle escort drop out and come and live with our butler in some tropical jungle hideaway? I don’t think so.”

She made it sound like a foolish idea, but I didn’t think that some scenario like that was as impossible as she was suggesting.

“You wanted me?” said Buckingham from our open doorway.

“Come in, Buckingham. Yes we do,” said Amy. “Come and sit out here with us for a minute.”

She took him onto the deck and we all sat round the timber table.

“You probably don’t know this but Sam’s a famous artist, and he wants to do some drawing. We would like to get a drawing pad and some big soft pencils and maybe a few sticks of charcoal and stuff. Can you do it?”

“I’m sure we can. If we don’t have anything like that in the resort Jimmy could buy supplies for you in Kingston when he does the airport run later this morning.”

“See, I told you he could get whatever you wanted,” Amy said to me.

“Buckingham, are you interested in earning some extra money while we’re here?” I asked.

He was not quick to answer this question. Working at the resort was probably a good job by Jamaican standards, and he wouldn’t want to jeopardise that, but the Jamaican dollar was not a high-value currency, and he probably earned about half what a bus-boy at McDonalds would earn at home.

“It depends what you want me to do. The rules here are very strict about engaging in ‘personal services’ with any of the guests.” The way he said the words ‘per-son-al ser-vic-es’ left no doubt at all what he was talking about. “That’s completely forbidden, but you would be surprised how often I get that sort of offer.”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t be at all surprised,” said Amy with a smile. I suspected that inwardly she was disappointed that Buckingham was making it clear from the beginning that fucking any of the guests was out of the question.

“It’s up to you, and I don’t know how they define ‘personal services’, but all we want you to do is model for me for a few hours while I draw you. Amy will model for me as well, and the standard rate is twenty-five dollars an hour. What do you say?”

“Jamaican dollars or US dollars?”

“Whichever you prefer.”

“How about English pounds?” he said, not expecting me to say yes, but I knew that Amy was very keen to get Buckingham buck naked, so I thought ‘what the hell’, and nodded.

His eyes widened. I could tell that was extremely attractive to him.

“That’s more than I make in a whole day. What’s the catch?”

“It’s not a catch, but you have to lose those board shorts.”

“Model nude?”

“Of course.”

“That’s all?”

“Model nude for me, with Amy, that’s all. Twenty-five pounds an hour. When can you do it?”

“I’m on call for you and my other guests 24 hours a day, but unless someone calls, most of the day is my own. As long as I can answer my pager and take a break if someone else wants me, I can be here almost anytime.”

“If Jimmy can get the art supplies, how about this afternoon?”

“First I need to talk to Marlee, my fiancée, make sure she thinks it’s alright if I do this.”

“Your fiancée?”

“You’ve met her already, the night you got here. She was on reception.”

“I remember her,” said Amy. “Beautiful girl. Do you think she’ll mind?”

“No, I don’t think she’ll mind. Neither of us would work here if we had a problem with nudity. She also told me that you made quite an entrance when you arrived. She said I would be seeing a lot of you.”

“She was right. In fact, there’s not much of me that you haven’t already seen.”

Buckingham stood up and headed towards the door. “Jimmy’s leaving soon, I need to get your art supplies organized.” And he was gone.

“I was hoping to get him to audition for the job first.”

“You mean you wanted him to drop his pants.”

Amy was more nervous than I had ever seen her before, anticipating modelling with Buckingham. She wasn’t expecting him to risk his job and have sex with her like she did when she was modelling with Tracy, but the erotic possibilities of both of them being naked and spending some time skin to skin with him, turned her on more than she was prepared to admit.

We had some brunch at one of the cafes first, then we went for a pleasant quiet stroll along the beach, plunging into the surf a couple of times just to cool down, before going back to our villa for a shower and a nap.

The beachside ‘villa’ was really one large airy hut, with a huge bed with a mosquito net at one end, open beams with a palm leaf thatched roof, polished wooden floors with a sofa and some beanbags in the middle, and a shower at the other end. The shower was just a big metal disc with holes in the bottom of it hanging from the ceiling over a small grate in the floor. A chain attached to a valve in a pipe above the disc turned bursa sınırsız escort bayan the water on and off and there was no screen or curtain around it at all. It sounds very crude, and was designed to look rustic and primitive, but for all its simplicity it was surprisingly effective. I liked it more than any other shower I’d seen, partly because it gave me an uninterrupted view every day of Amy bathing herself while I was lying drowsily in bed.

Amy soaped her whole body, washed her hair, then carefully made sure her pussy was shaved smooth as silk. Her fingers went from checking for stubble to massaging her clit in about ten seconds, and by the time she came out of the shower, she had had two orgasms, and her pussy lips were swollen and flushed a brighter pink than the rest of her body. She told me later that she thought I was asleep, and that she would have put on more of a show for me if she had known I was watching her every move.

When Buckingham returned he was carrying a small sheet of plywood and two large cartridge paper drawing pads. Marlee walked into our villa behind him, carrying a small plastic shopping bag which turned out to be full of pencils and charcoal sticks and erasers.

I could tell Amy was not expecting this new development and was somewhat taken aback by Marlee’s presence at first, but she was careful not to show her annoyance, welcoming them both. Marlee didn’t seem at all surprised to find neither of us wearing any clothes.

“You understand we don’t want to lose our jobs, so we have to be careful,” said Marlee. “When Buckingham told me he was going to model for you, I googled your names on the office computer. Whooo, you two have done some HOT stuff. You’re famous people.”

She said this in an admiring rather than critical way, fanning her face expressively with her hand to emphasize ‘HOT stuff’.

“If you don’t mind, I would like to watch you work. Just to be safe. Is that OK?”

“Of course,” I said. “I am sure there are some things that you wouldn’t want your man to do, and we respect that.”

I couldn’t see any reason to object to her staying around. She was a very lovely girl, and I hoped that Buckingham might be less inhibited with his woman in the room at the same time. I threw all of the cushions from the sofa onto the bed and put two chairs face to face at the end of the bed. I sat on one of the chairs and propped up the plywood board on the seat of the other as a makeshift easel.

“Ready?” I said.

Buckingham stood somewhat awkwardly next to his fiancée, not sure what to do next. I knew Amy would take control of the situation and she did. She calmly walked towards him.

“I think we should get rid of these first, don’t you?” she said, taking the waistband of his shorts in her hands and squatting in front of him, taking his pants down with her. Marlee stiffened, her eyes widened, and her hands clenched into fists. Her body language said that in any other circumstances, Amy would by now be on her back in the process of losing several clumps of her hair and possibly a couple of teeth.

Amy’s face was now level with Buckingham’s cock, which was gracefully arching forward and straight down. It was not spectacularly long or unusually thick, but it was almost perfectly cylindrical, and very smooth. It was also shinier and darker than the skin on the rest of his body, so it looked like it had been carved from a piece of fine-grained ebony, then polished. Amy paused in front of it admiring its unusual beauty, then stood up. She turned and looked at Marlee, whose eyelids had narrowed into slits and were shooting daggers back. Amy quickly pursed her lips as if to whistle and fanned her face in an exact parody of what Marlee had done when she said ‘HOT stuff’ to us earlier, and both of them burst out laughing, Marlee shyly bringing her hand up to her mouth and giggling behind it.

Having very successfully broken the tension of the moment, Amy took Buckingham’s hand and stepped up onto the low bed, leading him with her.

“How do you want us, Sam?” she said.

I wanted to start slowly and gently to get both the newcomers comfortable with what we were doing, so I sat Buckingham down leaning casually back against the wall, his legs straight out towards me with his feet apart. His cock fell casually to one side resting on the top of his thigh. I sat Amy next to him in profile, hugging her knees, her back against his arm, but facing away from him. I thought she might be unhappy at not being able to look at him, but she didn’t show it, and patiently did what I asked. Together, they looked like two lovers who were not talking to each other, and I quickly tried to capture some sense of their isolation despite their proximity. The tonal contrast between their bodies was dramatic, and I knew that this was going to be a fun and productive session.

Ten bursa otele gelen escort bayan minutes later, I tore this first sheet off the pad and tossed it behind me. From the corner of my eye, I saw Marlee pick it up and look at it.

Next, I asked Buckingham to sit up, one leg tucked sideways under him, leaning with one elbow on the other knee. I placed Amy kneeling up to one side half behind him, her arms around his neck, her head down beside his cheek, her hair flowing down his chest. From there, she would be able to feel every beat of his pulse in his neck, be able to smell his skin, and see the slightest twitch in his cock. His body language was immobile and indifferent. Hers was clinging and pleading.

I started to get excited at the ease with which these two contrasting beautiful bodies could be made to communicate powerful emotional relationships. I began to wonder how far I could push this capability, how much erotic electricity I could spark between them.

I dropped the second finished drawing in the same place as the first. Marlee had moved closer to my shoulder just behind me so that she could see the figures as I could see them and see my drawing as it emerged from the whiteness of the paper.

This time, I asked Amy to lie on her side, curled up but facing me, and I positioned Buckingham behind her, spooned into her back, with his arms round her torso, enveloping both her breasts and arms together. I brought his upper leg over her hip so that his foot was on the bed in the space at the center of her curled body. I knew that his cock would now be nestling intimately in the crack between her buttocks, but the pose looked so good, with Amy so diminished and vulnerable wrapped up by this big, strong, man that I was prepared to risk the consequences of pressing them together in this way.

I looked over my shoulder at Marlee to see how she was handling this new level of intimacy between her man and my woman, but I needn’t have been concerned. She was entranced, her breathing quickened like someone whose heartbeat was elevated in the middle of a brisk walk, her eyes wide and active, looking with an intensity she was probably unused to. As I turned in her direction she looked at me.

“I wasn’t expecting…. I had no idea what…” She was having some difficulty expressing herself clearly, so she stopped and took a deep breath. “I mean, some of the newspaper reports I read called your work pornographic, but this is not like that. This is beautiful.”

“Yes it is, Marlee,” said Amy without moving from her cocooned pose, as I started drawing again. “But then it’s a helluva turn on as well, isn’t it?”

Marlee giggled again behind her hand, nodding, then said “Uh-huh. Sure is.”

The pose was beautiful, but I could tell Amy was finding it difficult to remain still. I had my suspicions why this was so, and several minutes later, Amy confirmed them and offered a perfectly timed solution to her problem.

“Marlee, there’s a part of your man behind me that seems to have a mind of its own. I don’t mind it knocking on my back door, but I am in serious danger of breaking one of the rules. I’m so wet, he’ll slip in by accident if I stay here much longer. It should be your ass down here for this one. What say we swap places?”

“Oh, no… I couldn’t…” said Marlee, but she was not saying it with conviction and Buckingham knew it.

“Will you pay the same rate for Marlee, too?” he said to me, sensibly sorting out the business side of the relationship first.

“Of course,” I said.

“Come on, baby. You can do this.”

Amy uncurled herself and separated from her posing partner. Marlee made up her mind, then started to shed her clothes, slowly at first and then more quickly. Amy turned to look at the source of her discomfort which was now fully engorged and a lot bigger than it had been when she pulled Buckingham’s pants off. She gently reached down and felt it carefully with her fingertips, then she cupped it in her hand to feel its weight, holding it tenderly for a moment or two before somewhat reluctantly letting it go.

She stood up and turned to face a now also naked and very beautiful black woman. Marlee was similarly proportioned to her in overall size, but more voluptuous, noticeably bigger in both her buttocks and her breasts, despite having both her arms crossed in front trying to conceal as much of her chest they could. As they passed each other on the bed to change places, Amy reached up and took Marlee’s face between her hands, then closed her eyes and kissed her on the lips, not like a lover would as much as how a very close friend might. As her hands left Marlee’s face, she took hold of the more bashful girl’s hands and gently but firmly uncrossed them and pulled them away from her breasts, so that she could unashamedly admire them. Amy gently felt the shape and heaviness of one of them with a slow caress which finished with one fingertip stroking the very end of an excited nipple.

Marlee knelt down and took up the same position in Buckingham’s arms as Amy had, snuggling her backside into him. She reached one arm behind her and felt his erection with a smile on her face.

“Damn, boy. Did you let some white woman do that to you?”

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The houses in our neighborhood are fairly close together and for that reason they all have block walls around most of the house. The wall around my house starts on each side just slightly back of the front of the house and completely surrounds the back yard. On the side next to the garage, which is built into the house, I have had a driveway poured to the back and installed a gate allowing me to put a car in back when I’m on vacation or to wash it or for whatever reason I want. Eventually I plan to buy a travel trailer and can store it back there when not in use.

On the other side, I have a walk through gate, which is solid and cannot be seen through. That is just for my convenience and since it isn’t really all that convenient, it is seldom used. Behind that gate I have an area that is shady in the morning so I have put a lawn table, a couple of lawn chairs and a lounge. There is one window overlooking that area but the room is used to store some things and I never look out that way.

Suddenly I had begun to notice the pad on the lounge a little askew or some other indication that someone else was using the area. On that side lives a couple with two teenage daughters. One, I know, just turned eighteen and the other is a couple of years younger. I also know the eighteen year old is a little behind in school and is just a junior in high school. (I think that happened because of her parents moving at inopportune times and not taking her welfare into consideration.) The girls have friends over and they have, among other things, volleyball games in their yard. The ball has been known to sail into my back yard and I have told them to just come over and get it. I figured something like that led them into the yard and that was the reason for signs of “trespass”.

One morning I went to my shady spot to read the paper when I found something interesting. A pair of girls panties was under the edge of one of the shrubs. Something was going on that seemed very interesting. I decided to find out how much was actually happening and who was involved. It took some patience.

I began to go into the room with the window on that side each night before dark. I put a comfortable chair near the window and rigged up a pair of earphones to my portable CD player. Sometimes I just close my eyes and listen to music for long periods of time. I decided this would give me an opportunity to listen to some stuff I had neglected for a while. After a couple of nights I realized that because the parents of the girls were so conservative, there was unlikely to be any activity on a school night. So I limited my observations until Friday and Saturday nights.

It took a couple of weeks but one Friday night, I saw some movement. I had left the window open just a crack and had heard the gate quietly open. After a little movement it was just as quietly closed. There wasn’t much that could be seen but quite a bit to be heard. They were obviously being quiet about it but someone was doing someone and doing it quickly and efficiently. Time was apparently of the essence and they didn’t want to be missed for long. I did hear a female voice say, “I’ll just hold my panties this time”. I still couldn’t tell who it was. Maybe it was Mom. That idea was interesting to me. I would have to find out some other way.

I turned to “Plan B” which was to catch whomever was involved, in the act. My first inclination was to be present and suddenly turned a bright flashlight on the culprits. Then I remembered how good it was to own a digital camera. A picture is worth ten thousand words, someone once said, and I didn’t want to have to repeat ten thousand words to my target.

I lurked a couple of weekends with no results. I could of course approach ground zero from the backyard and since there were a number of bushes and trees along the wall of the yard and the wall of the house I could be pretty much invisible. Since I had a pretty good tan from going nude in the yard most of the summer, I decided to be naked and blend into the darkness even more. Besides that element of surprise, I believed my intended “victims” had other things on their minds and would not be looking for any interference. After all, they had been successful in hiding their activities for several rendezvous.

The fourth weekend was a Bingo! I waited and they came. I had been in the darkness for a couple of hours, sitting on a black stool, so my eyes were accustomed to the dark. I could make out the primary activity. The female bent forward over the table and the male stood behind her. He pulled her skirt over her back and slid her panties down to her ankles. She lifted each foot as he removed the panties. She reached back for them but he tossed them on a chair that was toward me from where the table was located. She watched them fall, probably in anticipation of retrieving them, but did not look beyond them to where I was now standing. The panties were white, and I was not, so she would not have found me in her focus anyway. The man had dropped his pants down to his ankles but had not lowered or even opened his shorts. He knelt down behind her kuşadası escort and started kissing the ass that was turned slightly my way.

Without moving my feet, I leaned as far as possible to the left to get as good an angle as I could. My left shoulder was against the house, which actually acted to stabilize my shot. I waited for what might appear as an opportune moment to blow them away. It came when he leaned back slightly and started to stand. At the same time, he released his hold on her hips and just started to lower his underwear. As his dick came loose and stood at attention, I let go with a shot. The pre-flash, designed to avoid red eyes, caught them off guard and they just turned toward me when the real flash went off. No doubt they were blinded.

I hadn’t really expected it, but the guy in almost one quick motion, reached down pulled his pants up, turned to the gate, yanked it open and ran out of the yard and into the street. I never saw him again. The girl started repeating over and over again, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry”. I finally told her to shut up. She had not moved but now quit the repeating and straightened up. She turned toward me, or maybe toward the chair where her panties lay. I got there first and picked them up.

She started repeating again, this time, “Please don’t tell my parents”. Well, now I knew it wasn’t “Mom”. I was pretty sure it was the older girl. I didn’t know her name. Her skirt had fallen into place and she was missing only her panties, which I had in my hand.

She calmed a little and asked, “You aren’t going to tell my parents, are you?” I told her I would consider her request. She asked me if she could have her panties back. I looked at them and started to hand them to her. Then I pulled them back.

I said, “Maybe we can make some arrangements. What time do you get out of school each day?”

“Two thirty.”

“Do you and your sister come home together?”

“No,” she has choir practice and comes home on the activities bus at five.”

“Your parents don’t get home until about six, do they?”

“No, I mean yes, that’s about when they get home.”

“Okay,” I said, “is there any reason you can’t come to my house Monday afternoon about 3:00 p.m. to retrieve your panties? Then we can discuss an arrangement so that your parents never know what has been happening back here.”

She hesitated but agreed.

I said, “Go home. And … I suggest finding a boyfriend that isn’t afraid to stand by you in a time of crisis.”

She laughed a nervous laugh and said rather quietly, “Yeah.”

Monday afternoon, she showed up, a little late but that seems to be normal anymore. I had waited with nervous anticipation, not sure what might have happened. She could have come clean with her parents and made some bogus claim against me. A number of possible scenarios popped into my mind, all of them endangering me. But she did show. I heard the doorbell ring a little after three.

I opened the door and told her to come in. She stepped inside and was obviously very nervous herself. She stood in the entry way with her head slightly down so that she looked at me from just below her eyebrows. Her hands were together in front of her and her shoulders were stooped a bit. She looked like the picture of reluctant surrender. I felt personally safer right away. Her nervous anticipation has probably been greater than mine.

I had never really looked at her before. We had been neighbors for about six years so she was just a little girl when they moved in. It seemed impossible that she could be as physically grown up now. She was about five feet six inches tall and about a six dress size. Her breasts were full but not overly large. Her legs were very nice. I love legs. Her skirt was short and looked like a school uniform.

I led her to the living room and told her to sit down. She sat on the love seat after smoothing her skirt beneath her. She folded her hands in her lap and looked again at me with her head down. I sat in a rocking chair across from her.

“Is that a uniform?”, I asked.

“Yes.”

“When did your school start requiring uniforms?”

“This year is the first year.” She wasn’t relaxing any so I decided to skip any further small talk and get down to business.

“How long have you and your friend been having sex in my yard?”

“A couple of months.”

“How did that come about?”

“We were playing volleyball on a Sunday afternoon and the ball flew over your wall. I started after it and he said he was going to beat me to it. We raced and as we went through you gate, he kind of wedged together. We had been swimming and were both wearing swim suits. I guess we could feel each other’s bodies through the thin material and he seemed to get turned on. He put his hands on my breast. I pushed it away but could still feel the touch like he had burned me. He said, ‘This would be a good place to fool around.’ I laughed but not because it was funny. It seemed too forward. I was embarrassed. I grabbed the ball and went back to the game.

“He had never shown any interest in me but suddenly was showing me a lot of attention. I was flattered. He asked me out. We went on a couple of dates. Coming home one night, he led me to your gate and opening it, he pushed me inside. I tried at first to resist but all of a sudden he had his penis out and had pushed my hand down to it. I was scared but also fascinated. He told me to run my hand up and down it. I did a couple of times and it suddenly started spurting. He breathed hard and made funny noises. I tried to let go but he said, ‘Don’t stop yet.’ So I continued. He pulled his handkerchief out, wiped it off and told me that it had felt really good.

“I didn’t get the same feeling but did feel the rush of having done something I wasn’t supposed to do. I thought maybe I would get my good feeling next time and was looking forward to it. He brought me over again a few more times. He wanted to fuck me but I told him I would not allow him to do it. About the third time, he put his hands under my dress and rubbed my pussy. That felt good but then when he spurted, he lost interest and I still had only the good feeling of having done something I wasn’t supposed to do. I wanted to spurt like he did but there didn’t seem to be a way. I didn’t have a penis to rub. I complained to him and he said that if we could fuck, I would get the same feeling he had gotten. I refused and he accepted that.”

I interrupted. “I may have saved you a lot of trouble and embarrassment, taking the picture when I did. He was aiming for your pussy with his dick and would have penetrated you within seconds. Only one time could have gotten you pregnant and then your parents would have known for sure.”

“He promised not to do that.”

“Why were you bent over the table like that? That is a position that is really only good for doggy style fucking.”

“We had never done that before. He said he could play with my pussy better from that position and maybe I could get the squirting feeling. Before, I had laid on my back on your lounge and let him play with me that way. I never spurted and he did and I was wanting to have what he had.”

“You don’t know much about sex, do you?”, I asked.

“No”, she said, “my mother won’t talk about it.”

“Okay,” I said, “if you want me to keep quiet about what you’ve been up to, your going to have to do two things. They won’t be too difficult but you may not like it at first. However, since I am a witness, have both the knowledge of what was going on, as well as a great picture, you had better decide you are going to go along with me. My camera has a pre-flash that caused both of you to look towards me so not only do I have a nice picture of your ass, including your pussy, and your friends dick, I have a pretty good shot of your faces. There is no doubt who the stars of the picture are.”

“What do you want me to do and when?”, she asked.

“Well, we can start right now and you will see what you have to do. Stand up.”

She stood up. I guess since I hadn’t really scolded her or come down hard on her, she had relaxed a little bit. That wouldn’t last long.

“Strip,” I commanded.

Her eyes opened very, very wide and she was suddenly very alert.

“What?”

“Strip. Get entirely naked, blouse, skirt, bra, panties, and sandals – all in a little pile on the arm of the love seat. Now!”

She stepped back against the love seat with no where to go. “I can’t do that. You can’t make me.”

“It’s your choice. I can make your life unbearable at home within ten minutes of the time your folks get home. Besides, you’re going to get used to being naked in front of me in no time. This is going to be a common thing for you if you want to avoid trouble at home. Now strip or go home and wait for the other shoe to drop.”

Reluctantly, she removed her shirt, skirt and sandals. I motioned for her to finish it and she did. Her bra and panties came off. She covered herself the best she could with her arms and hands.

When she was naked, I said, “Okay, follow me.” I got up and walked down the hall to my office. She followed.

In my office I walked to the shredder and turned around. “This is a shredder. I get a lot of documents and waste paper in my office that have names, numbers and other personal data of me and my clients. They need to be shredded so no one can misuse them. I have these three boxes full of paper that needs that treatment. It will take you a while since my shredder will only take five sheets at a time. Also if it gets too hot it will shut down. Here’s how it works”.

With that I took some of the paper, counted out three or four sheets and placed them in the shredder. It started automatically and shredded those items. I told her to try it. She was fascinated enough that she actually let her guard down a little. From past experience I had learned that people like to shred.

“Can you handle it now?”

She said she could. I cautioned her against letting it get too hot. She went to work. I left the room.

I’ve been through this experience before and have found the best way to get someone used to nudity is to let them alone and gradually get them used to your presence by periodic visits. I went to my bedroom, down the hall and stripped myself. I usually go naked at home but hadn’t wanted to scare her right off. I walked back to the office. She was taken aback when she saw me naked. I went to my desk, picked up some papers and a pen. As I did so, I explained to her that I was normally naked at home and that she would not be hurt and should not be alarmed. Without having ever looked at her, I left the room. For the couple of hours she had left that day, I was in and out of the room, sometimes chatting with her and sometimes just appearing, getting something and then leaving.

When it came time for her to leave, I was just about to go tell her. Before I got to the office, she was heading down the hall, still naked. She seemed pretty casual about it and I knew we had crossed the first barrier. She told me there was a lot left but she had to go. I told her to come back again tomorrow. She agreed, went into the living room, dressed and left.

The next day she returned and had to be coaxed out of her clothes again. She really wasn’t that reluctant though. I told her to quit shredding an hour earlier that I had something else for her.

During her stay, she came to me once and asked if I had something for her to drink. I offered her what I had and also gave her some chips to snack on. She seemed very relaxed and even stood next to where I was writing at my breakfast table and talked with me a few minutes. She never made any effort to cover up.

Before it was time for her to leave she came to me to see what else I had for her. I told her to sit down.

“Remember you said you wanted to spurt like your friend did, when it seemed to feel so good to him and he lost interest in you?”

She remembered, of course.

“Well, it is unlikely you will spurt like that. Most women don’t. But you can have the same good feeling and maybe even better. I will show you how it is done. I’m going to have to touch you but you will not be hurt at all. Are you interested in finding out this big secret?”

She seemed reluctant and was silent for a few seconds. The gears were turning and she soon asked, “Are you sure it isn’t going to hurt me in any way?”

“I guarantee it. Come with me.”

I took her to my bedroom and instructed her to lie on the bed. I told her to part her legs and close her eyes. She reluctantly did so. She was very tense.

I went into the master bathroom and got a tube of KY jelly out of the cabinet. I keep it around because when my nose gets dry on the inside, that is the best way to moisturize it. A fellow’s nose does get dry in Phoenix. I returned to the room.

She was peeking. I told her to close her eyes again and relax. With my left hand I touched her upper thigh, She tensed as I figured she would. I moved it up and down a little so she could get accustomed to the touch. Then I moved it gently up her thigh, across to her pelvis and then to the top of her pussy. Very gently, I moved into the groove and with my thumb and forefinger I parted her lips. I put my right hand there and moved it up and down the outer lips.

“How does that feel?”

“Okay”, she said, not very convincingly.

I dipped the fingers in a little more and felt a sudden wetness. I decided dry apprehension had suddenly become a little more exciting and stimulating. I continued to move my fingers around the outer and inner lips, spreading the moisture that was becoming more pronounced.

“Are you more comfortable with this now?” She nodded.

I decided she was providing enough moisture the jelly would not be necessary. With my left fingers I carefully pulled back the hood of her clitoris. I dipped my finger into her canal and brought back an abundance of moisture. Then I touched her bare clitoris for the first time. She almost jumped off the bed.

“You hurt me.”

“Did I? Are you sure it hurt? Wasn’t it maybe just a little bit more of a surprise, a shock?”

She stay still a second or two and then said, “Well, I don’t feel hurt now. What did you do?”

“I touched you on the female equivalent of the man’s penis. It’s called a clitoris. Your ‘penis’ is very small compared to the man’s penis. However, I’m told it has the same number of sensitive nerve endings that the larger penis has. That makes it much more sensitive. I don’t want to get too clinical but want you to understand you are going to feel what your friend felt. I’m going to touch it again and stay in contact. Now that you know it isn’t hurting, see what kind of sensation you can feel.”

I touched and she jumped just slightly, I slowly began to rub the clitoris and she began to moan. It didn’t take long for her to have her first orgasm. It didn’t last long but she immediately pushed my hand away. I remembered my first blow job and knew how tender the head of my dick had been. I knew she was feeling great but didn’t want any contact down there now. She lay still for a few minutes, with just a little involuntary twitching visible. Somewhere along the way I had taken her hand that was on my side. Soon she squeezed it and then used it to pull herself up.

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Cathy worried about her daughter Melanie who just was eighteen years old. It made Cathy think back of her own teenage years when she was as an ugly ducking growing up in Ohio. Only in her late teens she suddenly bloomed into a beautiful swan. Unfortunately being a blooming beauty, combined with her youthful inexperience, soon made her a single mother. Fortunately she received great support from her parents, Bob and Carol.

The young mother created quite a career for herself, working hard to become a model. When one of her friends tried to get accepted as a centerfold by using her photograph, it resulted in Cathy becoming a centerfold herself. She was so successful she was elected Centerfold of the Year. In the meantime the ravishing blonde made sure Melanie wouldn’t fall in the same trap as herself. From the time she was a little girl, Cathy let Melanie have ballet lessons. The early start made it easy to continue the lessons during her teen years. Although Cathy tried to keep Melanie away from boys inevitably the effects of hormones took over. Two months after Melanie entered the cheerleader squad of one of the high school football teams she proudly presented her boyfriend, a local star, the quarterback of Ohio State University.

When Cathy saw Tony for the first time, it was like déjà vu: his height (he was 6 feet 3) as well as his good looks. Complementing his naturally athletic build was a crown of collar-length blond hair and green eyes that held a mysterious quality guaranteed to mesmerize the most reluctant female. He had an attractive face with a square jaw line and an enigmatic smile that hinted he was much more mature than his age. Although not even thirty he seemed he knew just how to get what he wanted. Cathy remembered a similar man from her past. It was Mel all over again. How long had it taken him to kiss her? Ten minutes? Fifteen minutes? How long did it take him to fondle her breasts on their first date? One hour? Two hours? And how long did it take him to bed her? Cathy almost blushed. What an innocent girl she had been then, what an easy conquest… Three months later Mel had her pregnant. Another two months and he was gone, to the NFL, making money. She saw his pictures, surrounded by other girls, in Sports Illustrated, People and other magazines she read in the waiting rooms of her obstetrician.

Over the years Cathy had developed a great relationship with her daughter, even when she had her career as a Centerfold. They seemed more like two close friends than mother and daughter. However, Cathy’s protective motherly instincts came to full alert when she now realized her young was in danger. Tony was much too old for her. He was a dangerous man. Cathy did a good job in hiding her worries and weaving a subtle network of activities. Melanie and her hunk never had the chance to be alone together for more than an hour. Ballet lessons, visiting grandma, shopping sprees with mom, regular studies, all these were keeping Melanie quite busy. Tony did seem to notice Cathy’s obstructions and she caught him a couple of times checking her out.

It took one month before Tony called to invite Cathy to meet him in the city for lunch. When he rose from his chair to greet her, Cathy noticed again how handsome he looked; his athletic body, the angle of his jaw, those green eyes. He looked much older than his age of twenty-six. She guessed he would have a great dick and from experience she knew her guess used to be right. Quickly she suppressed her X-rated thoughts. After the usual small talk the conversation inevitably shifted to Melanie.

“You have a beautiful and sweet daughter, Mrs. Shaw.”

Cathy decided to skip further small talk. “What do you want from her, Tony?” she said “Do you just want to have sex? That’s it, isn’t it?”

He looked startled, almost amused.

“Actually, Mrs. Shaw… It’s not Melanie I want, … I want you!”

Cathy looked him straight in the face. He smiled and looked at her with those green eyes of his. This was not the reaction she had prepared for.

“Look, Tony, I don’t like what I hear. You can’t be serious!”

“Sure I am, I was really impressed by you pictorial, in fact I still am. Do you know I voted for you to be the Centerfold of the Year?”

“This is ridiculous, why are you pursuing Melanie?”

“You look so alike, like mother, like daughter. You’re almost like two sisters and I much prefer the older sister!”

“Look Tony. I am not going to date my daughter’s boyfriend. Your infatuation with me will go nowhere, and you know it. This conversation is ended!” Resolutely Cathy left the restaurant. She had never heard anything more ridiculous and embarrassing in her life. The man even had the nerve to look at her legs when she walked away! She was glad she stopped this nonsense right from the start.

A week later a blushing Melanie confided to her mother that she had tender feelings for Tony. He was invited by the Seahawks to visit their facilities in Seattle and talk about escort bursa a contract. He could take his wife or girlfriend with him. The information switched on all Cathy’s alarms. She had enough control to show interest and offer the support to be expected from a good mother. Inside however, she was furious Tony didn’t give up. She called him to have a second meeting.

“What is this Seattle thing supposed to mean?”

“If I can’t date you, I can at least date her!

“This isn’t a date, you just want to fuck her. Do you know she is a virgin?”

“I don’t want to fuck her, I rather like to fuck you… I am sorry, that sounds awful.”

“It is awful!”

“I mean, I am not eager to fuck young girls, I rather have an adult woman… it’s considered perfectly all right now for a woman to take a much younger lover. Look, Mrs. Shaw, you are a wonderfully looking MILF, you cannot blame me to want you!

“What do you mean by MILF?”

“Didn’t you see the movie American Pie?”

“No, I missed it, tell me about it.”

“MILF is an abbreviation of ‘Mother I’d Like to Fuck’

Cathy concluded the guy obviously had a problem. As a single woman she seldom found what she really needed. Many times she had seen male eyes travel slowly up from her slender ankles to the graceful curves of her calves, then up again to the smooth-skinned and long thighs, the prominent buttocks and trim waist. But then she had seen them turn away, concluding this centerfold beauty was beyond their league. Now she had to deal with this impertinent fool who kept staring at her with those damn eyes.

He has seen me nude already. Cathy almost panicked. The Centerfold of the Year pictorial had been quite daring and revealing. Some of those pictures even had shown her intimate slit. Tastefully of course, and details brushed away, but nevertheless… Unconcerned he was looking at her legs again. Cathy felt almost naked under his stare and she felt getting all hot when she followed his eyes to her crotch.

“Stop looking at my legs! If you bother us again, I will go straight to the police.”

Even as she rose and left, Cathy knew her threat was mute. Melanie was over eighteen, legally adult and publicity would be the last thing she wanted. At breakfast the following morning an upbeat Melanie told her she Tony had asked her to accompany him to Seattle, the following weekend. It was all Cathy needed to hear. She dialed his cell.

“Where and when?” she asked when she heard his voice.

“The dining room of the MetroLux Hotel, 7 pm and Mrs. Shaw… could you wear the black lingerie you used in your pictorial, please…”

Cathy slammed the phone down.

The MetroLux was the best hotel in downtown, a carefully restored building dating from the end of the 19th century. Tony had made a reservation for a private dining room.

“He is quite sophisticated for a young man.” Cathy thought. However, she was pleased the chance one of Melanie’s friends would see them together, would be minimal. She had chosen a simple black high collared evening dress. The last thing she wanted was to excite him.

“I forbid you to take Melanie with you to Seattle. I did some research and found out you will share bedrooms with the girls you take with you.” Cathy blurted out the moment the waiter had served their drinks and taken their orders.

“You are unreasonable, Mrs. Shaw. Melanie is an adult, beautiful young woman. I am a man and I have my needs. We like to have some fun together. It is considered healthy to release sexual tensions, to enjoy each other! How has your love life been lately?”

“Watch it, Tony! My love life is none of your business and you are talking about having fun with my daughter! You are talking about bedding my little girl…! If you are feeling horny, don’t use my daughter…!”

“But it’s you I want, you are looking amazing tonight. Ever since I saw your Centerfold of the Year pictorial, years ago, I dreamt about you. When I’m looking at Melanie, I am only seeing you. When I’m kissing her I feel like kissing you. I need to make love to her, unless you can suggest an alternative…”

Cathy swallowed before she expressed her indignation.

“You bastard!” She hissed.

Again the waiter interrupted them, this time bringing them their entrees. Only after he had taken their dessert orders, could Cathy continue to express her indignation.

“Read my lips: leave Melanie alone. If you feel horny, just find another woman…!”

“I don’t want just another woman! I never would be able to make out with a stripper or a call girl. I only want you!”

“You’re really crazy…”

Cathy realized she slipped into repetitions. The past week she was tormented by sleepless nights with wild wicked dreams. She started feeling less convincing. This guy was hopeless. Cathy had some stalkers in the past, but they always were kept quite a distance from her. This was close, much too close for comfort. To bursa escort make things worse Tony seemed to sense her waning outrage. He remained remarkably quiet and even confidently took her hand between his.

“You are so beautiful and sexy, Mrs. Shaw… Come on, I’m not too bad looking, give me a chance.”

Cathy felt a shiver creeping up her spine. This was getting dangerous. This guy really could soften a girl up. His hands seem to exude some electrical current. Melanie wouldn’t stand any chance against him.

“You ‘re just a creep, looking at tits and ass in girlie magazines. You should be ashamed.”

Cathy had the feeling she had regained control after her jiff of weakness.

“Mrs. Shaw, I didn’t just look at your tits and ass, I mean yours are beautiful, but most of all I looked at your face. The first picture of your pictorial… your lips, they are beautiful!”

Cathy felt flattered, the first picture happened to be her favorite too. She also felt excitement creeping up. The guy was impossible, but he was undeniably cute in some way and he showed a combination of maturity, confidence and determination. Cathy found it more and more difficult to resist his charms. For a last time their conversation was interrupted by the waiter.

“Your check, sir… any time you’re ready.” He disappeared discretely.

When Tony reached over to take the check Cathy felt the back of his hand accidentally rubbing against her knee. It gave her the creeps. She was relieved they would leave. Suddenly Tony took her hands again. When he turned to her she saw his gaze moving to her lips.

“I love the little grooves in your lips… “

He hesitated, obviously wanting to ask her something.

“What do you want, tell me!”

He smiled and looked at her.

“Could you go down on me and suck my cock?”

Cathy lashed out wide to slap him right in the face, but he gripped her wrist in a flash. She was fuming in rage.

“You filthy bastard, what in the world made you think I would do anything like that?”

He firmly held her wrists.

“Please, please… come down, Mrs. Shaw. I had some drinks with Mel, last month, he told me about the days you had with him. He told me everything!

Cathy suddenly felt paralyzed. Tony knew… Memories of the past feverishly whirled through her mind. Mel was the man who discovered and unfolded her submissive nature. He had enjoyed and exploited her body time after time, always finding new ways to subdue her and humiliate her, to lure her into raw, nasty sex. Suddenly he was gone but even then she never really could hate him. She named their daughter after him, keeping a living memory of al those nights she sobbed and convulsed in peaks of ecstasy. Cathy never guessed he would kiss and tell. Now another man knew her secret. Those quarterbacks were like old ladies, blabbering around about their conquests when they were hanging out together.

Tony’s eyes still were locked in hers. She noticed again they were green and they were hungry. Cathy felt her anger drain away. Gradually she felt excitement building in her. It started minutes ago, and now it was there, centered right in her groin. She thought of the way Mel had dominated her. Without a word she slipped down from her seat and dropped on all fours. Light filtered through the tablecloth so she effortlessly noticed how his erection pressed against the front of his trousers. She hesitated for a moment but then decidedly slid his zipper down until his trousers opened. She became aware of his fingers in her hair. When she leaned closer, she inhaled his scent. He smelled musky, sweaty and male. His cock was hot, alive and powerful touching her cheek for just a second. It felt like warm velvet over solid steel. Excitement rushed through her body when she felt his penis swelling in her hand. Then her head dropped forward when she took his plum into her mouth.

She ran her tongue around the bulb of his silky-smooth knob, down to the full length of his penis, savoring the masculine taste of him. With one hand under his scrotum, she slid her tongue back up and down his shaft before she wrapped her lips around his swollen tip. It was a long time ago she handled such a beautiful cock. Easing his balls out of his trousers she gazed at the hairy bags as his spheres rolled and heaved in her hands. She watched his balls move within the thin bag of his scrotum as he gasped in his male pleasure. She continued to slip him in and out of her mouth slowly, till her lips moved down, down to the vary base…

Tony was going to come in her mouth. She knew as he clutched her head. My daughter’s friend is going to cum in my mouth. The utter decadence of the situation made her shiver. His sperm gushed in to her mouth, the salty liquid bathing her tongue, filling her cheeks as his cock rhythmically twitched. She wallowed hard, taking care the fluid wouldn’t seep over her lips.

“That was wonderful!” he said when she resumed bursa merkez escort bayan her seat next to him. “Let’s proceed to the bedroom, I made a reservation for a nice suite.”

“I will do no such a thing, enough is enough!”

“If you don’t want to sleep with me I will get you a taxi right away but I prefer you would come with me upstairs. I am looking forward bringing a defiant women to submission!”

She noticed a distinct change in his demeanor, the success of his forward approach having unleashed his dominating side. His acquired knowledge how to handle her definitively gave him all the self-confidence he needed. All of a sudden Cathy was aware of tingling warmth in the pit of her stomach. She felt a deep visceral need, blatantly sexual, centered right in her groin. How she longed for the blistering orgasm she so long had dreamt about but had never achieved since Mel.

They rode the elevator in a hurry. As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Tony pulled her against him. She felt his huge cock through his trousers.

“Bend over!”

He lifted her skirt and ripped her thong straps apart, casually yanking the tiny gusset from her open lips. Cathy knew her sex would be open and dripping. Her bottom cheeks were shamelessly exposed.

“Your cunt is mine, Mrs. Shaw.” His voice sounded assured and arrogant.

“Don’t call me Mrs. Shaw.”

“OK, then I call you Cathy, my slut! You will be a slut for me, won’t you?”

“No, oh no…” She felt his finger exploring her intimidate folds, deliberately touching her clit slightly. Not too much, just enough to make her rut. Her back arched, allowing him even easier entrance.

“O, yes you will! I love those single mothers with their dripping cunts! They are the most desperate, begging and crawling to be fucked.”

“No, no, nooo….”

“I bet you will! In a minute you will drop on your knees and start sucking my cock again. Don’t worry, I will fuck your brains out till you can’t have anymore and cry for mercy.”

“Never, never!”

The moment she let the words escaped her mouth Cathy knew her defeat would be inevitable. The urge to submit and experience the humiliation of total surrender overpowered her, a craving for the bittersweet delight of ultimate defeat. His fingers relentlessly intensified her excitement. She dropped to her knees working feverishly on his trousers. Almost frantically she opened his belt and finally pulled down his pants. In the light of the bedroom for the first time she could admire his athletic body in its full glory. She looked in awe at what her hands held. The massive plum colored helmet and its shaft thrust up from a thick hatch of hair. Thick blue veins were coiling themselves around a majestic column of rock-hard flesh. Her fingers could hardly encircle it and the slit was already exuding pearls of pre-cum. It was far the biggest member she had ever encountered.

“Ohmigod!” she murmured. Excitement was churning her insides at the thought of this monster splitting her nether lips, spearing up in her cunt. Suddenly his hand clenched hard in the wealth of her blonde hair and her head was wrenched back so that she had to stare up into his eyes.

“Now you will beg for it, like a good slut… won’t you?”

“Yes, fuck me… please, fuck me!” She whispered.

“Good girl!”

Cathy didn’t make romantic love like a good Centerfold should; she just jumped into his arms. With him standing she started riding him like in her earlier, wild years. His hands delved deep in her cheeks while he mercilessly impaled her on his upright phallus. The way his member stretched her inside was beyond anything she had experienced before. It brought her to an earth shattering, blinding orgasm.

Having experienced an orgasm earlier that night, Tony didn’t have his second orgasm yet. When she had finished writhing and moaning he lifted her off and unceremoniously threw her hard down on the bed, on her back. She felt the weight of his muscular body pinning her down. In two movements he hooked her knees in front of his shoulders, spreading her wide open, her sex, oozing the juice of her heat. His weight crushed her, his hot rod pistoning in and out her contracting channel. Inch by inch, with each thrust, she was stretched further. She groaned at the remorseless way he treated her, pinning her knees down to the mattress with her face in between, her hips bucking up at him urgently, greedy for another blistering orgasm she had missed for so many years.

When he finally started those long, intense, pelvis-slapping thrusts, she clenched every internal muscle around his flesh, determined to milk every drop from his dancing balls. As the world exploded in her head she heard herself screaming in ecstasy. He rewarded her with hot jets of sperm overfilling her cunt. When they savored the aftermath of their pleasure, she felt the wealth of his emission slowly trickling along her thighs. Cathy’s hand moved down across his muscular chest to his flat stomach and found his pubic hair and the cylinder of his semi-erect penis. It was neatly decorated by grayish layers of slime. She cupped the glorious balls and juggled them gently, the stroked the penis itself. It hardened under her touch, growing under her greedy eyes.

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Rachel was cooking in the kitchen, trying to decide how to ask him. It wasn’t the easiest conversation she had ever had to have, she wondered how best to breach the subject.

She had only known him four weeks, and things had been going great. He was really hot, and really sweet. It made a change from her usual choice of idiot, and she was happy for once.

She wished she could just be happy with everything, and not have to say anything, but she knew the longer she left it without saying anything, the more awkward it would get later. She just hoped he took it okay.

Rachel was looking forward to seeing him again. Already feeling her arousal grow. She lifted her short black and white checkered skirt and moved the crotch of her panties over. She pressed a finger into herself.

“God I’m wet,” she mumbled to herself. She released her panties and let her skirt drop. She sucked her finger into her mouth and tasted herself. Just the thought of what tonight might have in store was making her horny as fuck.

They had made love quite a few times now and he was a great lover. Slow and passionate. Unselfish in the act, always looking after her needs first. He had a great body and a magnificent cock. She should have been content and hated herself for not being so. She needed something else, not always, but occasionally. She had tried to push him into it, but it hadn’t worked. She hoped desperately that she would get it tonight.

“If he doesn’t get scared off,” she said to the sauce she was stirring. She jumped slightly as the doorbell rang. Turning down the hob she hurried into the hall towards the front door.

Stopping at the mirror in the hall, she fluffed up her long brown wavy hair with her fingers. Checked her makeup and adjusted her breasts, pushing them up and together in her simple white blouse. Her ample firm round breasts looked great in the tight shirt, she thought. Hopefully he’ll agree. She headed to the door and opened it.

“Hey Liam,” she said. Her green eyes instantly drew to his deep brown eyes.

“Hey Rach,” he said. He handed over some beautiful pink roses and a bottle of wine. He drunk in her pretty face. Battling not to look down at her body.

“Thank you,” Rachel said. “You know you don’t have to buy me flowers every time you come round. Not that I’m complaining.”

“I know I don’t have to,” Liam replied. “But I want to. You’re worth it.”

Rachel blushed and looked down as she moved against the wall to let him into the flat. She wasn’t great at taking compliments.

Liam went to move past her and stopped. He lifted her chin with his hand and kissed her on the lips. The other hand on her slender waist. He felt her open herself to him and they kissed deeply. Rachel’s hands held out to the side with the flowers and wine. Liam pulled back.

“Sorry. Couldn’t resist,” he said. “You’re so beautiful.” She really is, he thought. Her long brown hair framed her perfect features. The open buttons on her shirt presented her slender neck and cleavage. This time he couldn’t help but glance.

“Get in there,” Rachel said. “We need to eat. I’m starving.” Blushing a brighter shade of red. God damn it girl, she thought. Pull it together. The ache between her legs was stronger now. She checked out his firm ass in his jeans as he walked in front of her. The toned contours of his back obvious under his tight dark green t-shirt.

“Sure,” Liam replied, smiling. “Something smells good.”

They chatted as Rachel served dinner. Liam watched her as she moved around the kitchen. He admired her body. She was tall and thin. Beautiful long legs shown off by the short length of her skirt, high on her thighs. Bare and smooth, he had to fight the urge to go up behind her and press into her as he kissed her neck.

He resisted and they ate. The talking and laughter flowed. They were good together. Some similar interests, but both still happy to listen to the other if different.

It was when they were on dessert that Rachel felt she needed to broach the subject. It was now or never. She struggled to find an opening. Scared of his reaction. Luckily Liam noticed something was bothering her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, noticing she had gone quiet. “I haven’t said the wrong thing have I?”

“No not at all,” Rachel said quickly. “I just wanted to talk to you about something. It’s……just……..a bit awkward.”

“Okay,” Liam said cautiously. This sounded quite serious, he thought.

“Everything’s great,” she said, seeing his anguish. “There’s just something I want to ask, hoping you enjoy it too.”

“I’m listening,” he said. Not sure what to think now.

Rachel sat there thinking, Liam watching her. She couldn’t think how to say it. All scenarios she had gone through now just sounded weird.

“Oh fuck it, I’ll just come out with it,” she said. “I love rough sex. I can’t help it. The rougher the better. I’m sorry if that makes me a bit of a perv but there you go. I love it when we have sex, I really do, it’s amazing, but right now I need this. I wanted to put it all on the table now. I’ve tried to push you further but it’s not working.”

“Okay,” Liam said, thinking. “How rough?” She saw her face look puzzled. He wasn’t sure what reaction she had wanted.

“Very,” Rachel said. She hadn’t really anticipated that as the first question. “Even if I’m begging you to stop I want you to keep going.” She felt her arousal grow. She thought he would be shocked, but he didn’t seem that bothered by it.

“And where do you like it rough?” he asked. “Where on your body?” He felt his cock harden.

“Everywhere,” she replied.

“We need one rule,” he said. “I can’t tell if I’m going too far if stop doesn’t mean stop. We need a safe word. One I know will mean definitely stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Nothing will be too far,” Rachel said, she winked, and he smiled. She saw a glint in his eye and she liked it. “If it makes you more comfortable we’ll have one. You choose.”

“Something random,” Liam said. He tried to think of something really random. “How about…… Mr Potato Head.” Rachel burst out laughing.

“Okay. Good one. Definitely won’t forget that,” Rachel said, trying to be serious again. “So you okay with this.”

“Think so,” he replied. “If it brings you pleasure, I’ll try and give anything a go.”

“You might regret that statement,” Rachel said, grinning mischievously. She watched as Liam stood. Her eyes fixed on his noticeable bulge in his trousers. He walked around and stood behind her, his hands massaged her shoulders and she groaned as his warm firm hands kneaded her neck.

Liam bent down and kissed her neck. It felt good, not exactly rough so far.

“What about your desert?” Rachel said.

“Fuck desert,” Liam whispered into her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be begging me for more. I’m going to pound my cock into every hole on your body till you can’t take any more. You’re mine now, got it?” He reached down and squeezed her breast hard.

“Oh god,” Rachel gasped. This was going a lot better than she expected.

“I said, do you understand?” he said. His cock was raging in his trousers. He squeezed her breast again, harder this time.

“I understand!” Rachel said, gasping again at the squeeze and the talk. So far so good, she thought. She felt herself leak into her panties. “I’m yours. I want it in every hole. Oh god I want it.”

He roughly stood her by her arms and she squealed in surprise. He kicked the chair out of the way and shoved some dishes and cutlery across the table, spilling her white wine. He bent her over the table and pressed his hard cock against her ass. He pressed harder and she groaned.

“How much do you want it?” he said loudly. Pushing his pelvis forward again. The bulge rubbed into her thigh gap, pushing into her now desperate cunt.

“Oh my god. I want it so bad,” Rachel groaned. “I want you inside me. Please fuck me. Please.” Her panties were pulled down, and she cried out as fingers were pushed into her roughly.

“So fucking wet,” Liam said. “So ready for a pounding.” He pushed his fingers deeper, making her groan again. He felt around inside her, stretching her, exploring. He pulled his fingers out and pulled her up into him. She pressed against his body. He pushed his fingers into her mouth and she tasted herself.

“Suck them clean,” Liam said into her ear. Forcing them down her throat till she gagged. She gasped and sucked her juices off his fingers. He pushed her back down hard.

She heard him unzip his jeans and a rustling. Then she cried out loudly as the cock entered her hard. He slammed into her deeply, her bony pelvis banging into the table.

“OH FUCK!” she screamed, as it filled her.

“You fucking like that don’t you?” Liam said. Pounding into her again.

“Fuck yes!” she said. “Harder.” It felt so good. She was on the verge of cumming already. She screamed in pleasure as he thrust into her again. Then he built up speed quickly.

Liam started fucking her hard. Everytime he thrust forward she was lifted off the floor with the strength. She was lying face down on the surface of the table and crying out in pleasure. He continued to pound into her hard, her cries getting louder.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” she screamed. “I’m fucking cumming. I’m cumming.” Her legs lifted off the floor, and she gripped the table edges to stop herself sliding forward. It felt so deep inside her with every slam from his pelvis. She couldn’t stop it.

Rachel screamed as her pussy flooded with her juices. Her orgasm hit her hard and she shook violently. One of her legs stretched out shaking, the other bent as it quivered.

She was still cumming as Liam pulled suddenly out of her. His cock glistening in her juices, some dripping out of her onto the kitchen floor. Liam handled her roughly as he dragged her off the table.

“I’m still cumming,” She groaned. Her legs still weak and trembling. He ignored her and knelt her down in front of him before shoving his cock into her mouth.

“Shut up and suck your cum off my cock,” he instructed. And she did, tasting herself on the shaft. He forced himself deep and she gagged. He pulled out and her spit strung out from her mouth as she gasped for breath. He gripped her hair in his hand, holding it in a ponytail. He pushed himself back in and she groaned on his cock as he slid back down her larynx. As she gagged again he held her until she struggled for breath, then he let her up.

She took in deep gasps of air and looked up at Liam with pure lust, her eyes red and watery from the intrusion down her throat. Liam bent down over her, gripping her hair hard. He tilted her head back.

“I’m going to fuck that pretty face of yours,” he said. “Fill your throat with my cum.”

“Oh god yes,” Rachel said. She pushed two fingers inside her dripping cunt, igniting her already sensitive sexual organs.

Liam shoved his cock back inside her mouth and she took him eagerly in. He was close to cumming now. Rachel’s moans and pure want had him filled with lust. He started thrusting into her, pulling her head onto his cock.

Rachel opened her mouth and let the swollen head push in and out of her throat. The cock squelched as it hammered in, spit dribbled down her chin and over her chest. Running into her cleavage. Her fingers worked inside her, bringing her close to another orgasm.

“Drink my cum,” Liam groaned. “Take it all my little cum slut.” He thrust forward and held her head as he unloaded a large explosion of cum straight down her throat.

It slid down Rachel’s throat and she swallowed it down, but it was too much. She gagged and coughed. Cum was forced upwards and had nowhere to go apart from out of her nose. She pulled back and Liam released her, his cock still emptying his load. Cum slopped out of her mouth and down her chin as she coughed. Liam sprayed his last few squirts into her face.

“Fuck,” Liam said. “You okay?”

Rachel smiled up at him. She couldn’t have been more wrong about the man in front of her. This was going to be a good night. She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and used the same hand to wipe the cum off her chin. She sucked her fingers into her mouth, tasting their mixed secretions.

Liam was worried that he had gone too far, but when he saw her smile he hid the one that nearly crossed his face. She really did like it rough, he thought. He decided he better not disappoint. He bent down and kissed her deeply, tasting himself and her in her mouth. He wasn’t one to be offended by the taste of his own cum.

“It’s not over yet,” he said. He roughly dragged her up and lifted her onto his shoulder. Rachel screamed in surprise. He carried her to the sofa and threw her down onto her back. He roughly pulled her skirt off and threw it on the floor. He pulled her top off and bra, he squeezed her firm breasts hard making her groan.

Rachel gasped as he suddenly pulled her legs open wide, pushing fingers in roughly. He went deep and pushed hard against the inside of her stomach.

“So fucking wet you dirty slut,” Liam said, leaning over her. “Let’s see how wet I get you.” He pressed hard into her insides, rubbing roughly, his fingers banging into her. His hand moved fast.

“Holy fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Rachel groaned. “Oh god no.” The pleasure tore through her and she squeezed her breasts hard. It was almost too much. His fingers squelching in and out of her. An orgasm building quickly, but not like anything she had experienced before. It felt like she was going to implode.

He pushed his fingers deeper. He watched her writhe and squirm on his fingers, her juices running out of her. It was so hot, his cock rock solid again.

It felt so amazing as his fingers worked inside her, but it was also too intense. She was close to saying Mr Potato Head. She was close now though and she couldn’t stop herself.

“Cum for me,” Liam said. “So wet. So desperate.”

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Rachel screamed. Liam pulled his fingers out just as she started shaking. A jet of cum shot out of her, arching through the air. She squirted hard. He rubbed at her pussy with his whole hand, spraying her everywhere as she continued to scream. She gripped his hand to stop him and he pushed three fingers back inside her, holding her tight as she continued to squirt into his palm. Her opening contracting on his fingers.

Rachel shook violently for some time, making garbled noises. She couldn’t think straight. She felt her legs being pushed back and stretched wide open. Before she could say no, it was too soon, Liam’s cock rammed into her, filling her insides completely. She screamed again.

He pushed down on her legs, pushing them up round her shoulders, allowing him to slide deep inside her, feeling his top hit her cervix.

“Oh fuck,” Rachel groaned, her legs stiffened, still shaking. “So fucking deep. Fuck me please. Fuck me hard.”

“Oh I will,” Liam said, sliding out and then pushing back in hard, Rachel cried out. “You’ll be begging me to stop, soon enough.” He started slow and deep at first and then picked up speed. He started grunting as he banged down into her hard, forcing her into the sofa cushions with each thrust.

“Choke me,” Rachel begged, between moans. “Choke your dirty slut.” She was lost now, consumed by pure lust. It felt so good inside her. She wanted it inside somewhere else, not quite yet, but soon. She needed it.

Choking was pushing Liam’s zone of comfort, but he too was too aroused. He gripped her neck and squeezed.

Rachel moaned loudly as the hand squeezed her slender neck. The shaft of the cock sliding in and out. She was going to cum again. And she did. And hard. Her legs going rigid and shaking. Her pussy flooded again.

“Fuck!” Liam said, bending down close to her ear. “You really are a dirty little slut. Cumming again so soon. You fucking love it so hard in your wet cunt.” He was still ramming hard into her as she orgasmed. “What about that tight asshole of yours, how much do you want my big cock up that ass?” He thought he might be pushing his luck, but she said anything goes.

“Oh fuck. Yes please,” Rachel groaned. “Put it in my ass.”

Liam couldn’t have moved quicker. He pulled out of her dripping cunt and flipped her over so she was lying on her front, lengthways on the sofa. He pulled one of her legs out and shoved his face between her ass cheeks, burying his tongue into her asshole.

Rachel yelped at the pleasure of his tongue. She felt him probing just inside her. Spitting in her and lubing her up. She felt his finger slide in easily. She moaned. More spit was applied, another finger inserted, stretching her open.

She groaned as the fingers came out and groaned again as Liam pressed his body on top of her. She felt him manoeuvring the tip of his cock against her asshole. She shook in anticipation, in excitement.

“Put it in me. Please fuck my ass,” Rachel begged. She then groaned as Liam applied pressure, her opening stretching around the tip of his penis. His rock hard cock slowly slid into her until he felt some resistance. He held it there.

“Beg for it,” Liam said. “Beg for my cock in your tight ass. How much do you want it.” He thrust forward slightly, stretching her wide, but still not breaking through.

“I want it so much,” Rachel moaned. “Fuck my ass. Please put it inside me. I want to feel it deep up my ass.”

Liam thrust into her, breaking through the resistance and ramming his cock deep. Rachel screamed, gripping the sheets hard. The initial pain turned to pleasure quickly as the cock went deep inside her.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned.

Liam started to slowly thrust into her, bringing his cock nearly all the way out before pushing back in. He slowly built up speed as Rachel’s moans got louder and louder.

Rachel couldn’t talk now, the pleasure was too much. She just managed garbled moans. The cock felt so good inside her, filling her anal cavity completely. She was going to cum again, and soon.

Liam started thrusting hard into her. Using his body weight to force himself deep inside her. Rachel screamed in pleasure with every thrust. It was too much for him. The tight asshole, the hot body underneath him, and the screams were pushing him to the brink of climax.

He held on for as long as he could, not wanting it to end, but it was a lost cause. It was just too much. His groans got louder.

“Cum in me,” Rachel managed between cries of ecstasy. She could hear how close he was.

Liam groaned loudly and ejaculated deep inside Rachel. He thrust hard with each squirt of his cum, his cock spasming in her anal cavity.

Rachel gave one long scream as she orgasmed hard. Again. Her body shook violently beneath Liam. She groaned as pleasure tore through her body.

Liam pressed into her, letting all his cum fill her tight asshole. The opening squeezed his shaft as it tensed and relaxed during Rachel’s orgasm.

“Oh fuck!” Rachel managed, after a while. “God, that was amazing.” She still lay under Liam, his cock now spent, slowly softened inside her. She felt Liam’s kisses on her neck. He moved in close to her ear.

“That was amazing,” he replied. “How did I do with the rough stuff?”

“You’ll do,” Rachel replied. She smiled broadly. He had definitely passed the test.

The End.

Thank you for reading.

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The Master and the Ring Ch. 05

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Chapter 5

Days passed. Serena’s injury healed quickly and the bond between Henri and the sisters continued to grow. Henri was ordered to spend each day with them, from sun up to sun down. They quickly grew accustomed to his manhood, taking him with no hesitancy or pain whatsoever. No pain, only pleasure as they practiced the forbidden act over and over with him. He was surprised but he did grow familiar with the tightness and exquisite sensations, letting him last and last. He was able to prepare each woman for long periods of time before the pleasure mounted and he released his seed. They grew more skilled with oral pleasure, to bring him back to erect. Something he didn’t think was possible. And then there was Serena… she continued to desire his semen in her mouth as often as opportunity permitted. He became so used to this that she stopped asking and he automatically would feed his seed to her upon his climax. Yvonne never requested the same and he didn’t ask.

They remained in fear of the Master’s coming, especially as the days passed. They only practiced the forbidden act; their goal was preparation. Henri learned more fully the importance of lubrication, knowing it was the key to the women’s survival when the Master called. He hoped he could supply his seed to their bodies just prior to Mentula’s entrance, thinking this would give them the best chance.

The guards continued to give him orders but never gave clues to when the Master would call upon the sisters. Henri assumed they didn’t know themselves. Rumors abounded in the great hall. Young women arriving daily from other countries and were never seen again. High pitch screams echoing the structure fed these rumors. Henri wondered why they would come willingly and what would happen when they stopped.

**

The latest willing woman’s heart stopped after only the third guard. This did not stop the other seven from getting their enjoyment from her corpse, if only by sight, masturbating over the top of her and covering her splendid physique with their loads. With her body disposed of, they went back to their assignments around the great hall. No one noticed the Master was with them in his human form. No one put the familiar face of the Master together with the average man. The ring was again on a chain around his neck. He always kept it close, never without it.

After walking the defeated country’s sacred hall, the Master felt the ring warm on his chest, signifying its hunger already. The ring craved more, increasing in its wanting since he first discovered it. It was becoming insatiable. He returned to his quarters, sneaking in the hidden entrance to avoid detection by the guards in his human form. Peaking around the divider, the Master checked to see if a new woman was available to him so soon. The ring grew hot and he must obey the ring. The bed was empty. No matter, he would find his own. Removing his clothing he detached the ring from the chain and placed it, glowing, over his flaccid cock. Surging with power and an unquenchable hunger for sex, the Master left his chamber through the large double doors and headed in the direction of Henri and the Sisters. Their time had come.

**

Henri was on the precipice, just a few more thrust and he would achieve enough arousal to stimulate ejaculation. He was working hard, vigorously driving his hard, meaty cock in and out of Yvonne, his favorite. Her ass was exquisite, and he never missed an opportunity to fill it full of his steely member. She was panting, working her clitoris with a blurred hand, lying on her back with both legs high in the air. Serena, kneeling next to Yvonne, watched Henri thrust in and out, waiting impatiently for the eruption. Her eyes pleaded for Henri to climax, almost begging for the nectar Henri would soon deposit into her wanting mouth.

It wasn’t to be. Suddenly the door to the chamber opened abruptly and the Master entered. Henri, seeing him, immediately pulled out of Yvonne just prior to his climax. Diverting his eyes, he backed slowly away from the two women to an alcove. Seconds later, peeking around the stone corner, Henri took the chance to view the Master finish what he had started. Henri’s penis remained rigid, wanting greatly to release the load he had boiling in his loins. The urge only increased as he watched the Master join Yvonne and Serena. Henri was in awe of the Master’s form. He was enormous, towering over the women. His naked muscled body rippled with power and definition. The Master’s penis was immense almost twice as long and thick as Henri’s own. At the base of his shaft, Henri saw a curious gold ring tightly around the Master’s giant cock. Even from the distance he was away, Henri could see odd runes around the ring and they were shining a faint blue.

With amazement, Henri watched the long thick shaft engorge and grow erect, getting larger with each second until the Master took hold of it in one gigantic hand. With fear in her eyes, Serena approached, reaching up with both hands to grip the Master’s hard cock. Henri’s hand spontaneously went to his own throbbing member and stroked just as Serena began. Standing, Serena opened her mouth to lick the red swollen head of the Master’s cock but could not open wide enough to take him inside her mouth. Using her hands, she stroked and licked the massive shaft, sticking her tongue deep inside the inch long slit of the Master’s urethra.

The Master’s head fell back in pleasure. Henri felt pride. He had taught Serena well and hoped what she had learned would somehow save her and Yvonne. The Master grunted approval as the tongue of Serena pressed deeper into his massive slit and she stroked quickly. With her hands on either side of his shaft, she stroked the thick tool, each hand separated by over an inch, the master was so wide. The runes on the gold ring continued to glow blue as Serena stroked the massive shaft.

Envious, Henri wished he had finished before the master arrived. This was not a selfish desire only; no it was to aid Yvonne in what was to come. If Henri had reached climax he would have deposited the needed lubrication into Yvonne’s rectum in preparation for the Master, giving Serena a few spurts for good measure. Now that he had been unsuccessful, she would have to endure the Master without the helpful lubrication of Henri’s seed. Henri watched on as Serena did all she could to coat the Master’s mammoth cock with her saliva before he turned and took Yvonne.

Yvonne lay motionless with fright on the red velvet lounge. Henri could see her fear, and he could also see that she was concentrating on keeping her anal muscles open from when Henri so abruptly left. She did not want it to close fully though it would do little to ease her pain when the Master tired of Serena’s hands and mouth. Henri had taught her this, showing her the ease in which he could return to her ass if she remained partially open. The Master was much too big for it to matter but still she tried.

The time had come.

Henri could do nothing but watch. He had been sent in to prepare the women for the Master’s arrival and had possibly now failed. Without his seed, Yvonne may hemorrhage and die from the Master’s massive cock. Awestruck, Henri watched the Master pull away from Serena and kneel down on the floor beneath Yvonne. Even kneeling, his cock was much too high to enter her. Lifting the woman in one large hand, the other grasped his wet cock, bending it down to Yvonne’s quivering anus. The sheer size of the Master’s head roughly covered Yvonne’s bottom from Henri’s view as the Master came in contact with the panicked woman. Gripping Yvonne’s body tighter around the waist, the Master pressed her upon his cock as if she was a toy vagina made just for him. Yvonne cried out in pain as her ass stretched around the red bulbous head until it was forced into her anal cavity. Henri expected her to die, to be torn asunder but somehow she had survived the initial penetration, and was taking the Master further into her body. She was limp in the Master’s hand, possible unconscious, Henri could not tell from where he stood around the corner. He was still stroking his cock, unaware he was even doing it, as he was unable to turn away from the sight. Further and further the Master’s cock disappeared into Yvonne’s body until half was hidden from Henri’s view. The Master stopped, holding the limp woman still and seemingly basking in the sensations covering half of his member.

Serena moved then, still standing next to the Master, she placed both hands under his heavy balls, lifting and rolling them in her hands. The Master grunted his approval and immediately began to pull Yvonne back off his cock with just his hand. Serena moved to the half of his cock that was not in use, stroking with her hands as Yvonne was brought back on the other half. The combination seemed to please the Master. Serena sped up, stroking twice as fast as the Master moved Yvonne for several minutes. Assisting her sister more, Serena leaned over and licked and spit upon the Master’s shaft as it left Yvonne’s body while she stroked him.

Henri watched from afar the Master’s heavy testicles begin to rise, but it took quite some time. Serena was frantic, trying desperately to get the Master to climax, stroking faster and faster. Henri knew she was trying to save her sister and her mouth was drying out quickly. The longer the Master penetrated Yvonne the more damage she would suffer. It was apparent to Henri that more of the Master’s cock was entering her the closer he came to his climax. He knew not where it could be going, fearing the worst.

Already, twice the amount of time had passed from when Henri had entered the chamber to prepare the sisters this evening. The stamina of the Master was staggering. Not only was he lasting he had been holding the full weight of Yvonne in his one hand as he manually moved her body on and off of his shaft. There was no doubt in Henri’s mind why he was so feared. He could hear soft moans coming from Yvonne, she was not completely out and thankfully not dead. The ring around the Master’s shaft glowed bright blue, pulsing now, as did his shaft at the same rate almost as if they were connected.

Serena had begun to tire; sweat covered her naked body as she tried valiantly to save her sister. Her chest gasped for air, lifting her large breasts with each deep inhale. She was constantly licking the top and side of the Master’s massive cock to add as much lubrication as she could for Yvonne. Henri watched with a sort of pride at all the preparation coming to fruition.

As Henri’s reminiscing ended, he noticed Serena had a hold of the gold ring around the Master’s shaft. She was moving it with her hands up and down the slippery shaft of Mentula, all the way to where the shaft disappeared into her sister’s body. The Master seemed to enjoy this even more and from the moans of pleasure, the monster was making, he was on the verge of climax. Just as the climax arrived, Serena screamed and pulled as hard as she could on the ring, forcing her sister’s body off Mentula and pulling the ring from the long wide shaft of the Master at the same time.

Right before his eyes, Henri watched the Master’s body shrink to a normal man, and drop Yvonne onto the lounge chair. Henri recognized the guard immediately, the scrawny man who had come alone to the woman’s chamber several days ago. Henri sprang from his alcove with all the speed he could muster. As the man struggled to take the ring from Serena, Henri came from behind and snapped his neck like a twig.

Serena and Henri stood over the dead man looking at each other in shocked surprise and relief. Serena held the ring in her palm and Henri looked at it in wonder.

“The source of his power… it has to be. How did you know?”

“I didn’t.”

“Why did you remove the ring then?”

“I was just trying to save Yvonne from his seed. I knew when he was going to climax and acted.”

“Your act was our salvation, Serena,” Henri said, looking at the ring in her hand.

You take it… use it to rid our nation of the plague that has fallen upon us,” Serena said, handing it to Henri.

He took it, but only held it in his hand, looking at it curiously.

“Yvonne!” Serena screamed, remembering her sister.

This pulled Henri back to the women. The women he loved.

“I’ll live,” Yvonne said, weakly.

Henri could see the extent of the damage. She was torn severely from Mentula but Henri believed she could be stitched and eventually recover.

“I will see to my sister. You must use that ring and rally the remainder of our forces. Run the bastards out of our lands,” Serena blurted.

“I will return for you both,” Henri said, backing away from the sisters.

Both of them watched him lower the ring. It began to glow blue as it neared his semi hard shaft. As Henri placed the warm ring next to the head of his cock, it enlarged to fit his wider member. Pleasure and power surged through Henri’s body as the ring passed over his head, sliding down to the base of his penis on its own. He could have sworn his cock was literally pulled into it. Henri’s body grew before the women, filling the small chamber with his massive size. He was even larger than the previous Master was and his already large cock was colossal with the ring upon it.

Both women gasped at the size of Henri. He looked down at them from above, his head almost to the ceiling of the high chamber. He looked at his hands and body, amazed at the size and power he felt.

“This shouldn’t take long,” he said in a booming voice.

Leaving the women, he scarcely made it out of the door of their chamber. The first guard he saw thought he was the Master and saluted him. Henri took the man by the head and ripped it from his body. Every guard he saw he did the same until they began fleeing for their lives before him. Soon the call to arms was sounded and Henri was joined by soldiers from his own country. The Master’s old forces fled before him as he dashed them to pieces with his indestructible body. The carnage was great and terrible. A cheer went out over the cries of the wounded and dying. The naked form of Henri could be seen laying waste to the enemy long into the night.

**

Serena returned to the chamber with a doctor during all the chaos. The doctor assessed the damage to Yvonne’s body.

“It is not too terrible. You’ve split between your anus and your vagina. Not unlike during childbirth when the cut is made purposely. Granted this is not as clean but I can repair the injury.”

Serena held Yvonne’s hand as helped her drink strong liquor for the pain as the doctor sewed her up. It took about an hour and the cries of battle sounded throughout the land.

“Almost as good as new. You will be sore for a week or two.”

“When can I engage is intercourse again?” Yvonne asked before he left.

The doctor looked at her curiously and then to Serena. “Must be the strong drink,” Serena smiled.

“Ahh… well, my dear… I’d give yourself at least three weeks before you participate in any extracurricular activities,” he said, smiling.

He left them alone with that.

**

Arrows, spears, sword and ax bounced harmlessly off Henri’s body with the ring at the base of his penis. He was indestructible and power beyond his wildest imagination coursed through his body. Thousands of men died at his hands as he threw catapults, rocks, even bodies at the fleeing army of the old Master. Those he caught he tore asunder with his bare hands, dropping limbs along the way. His own countrymen followed him as he led them all the way to the enemy’s capitol and laid waste to all that opposed him.

Weeks later, after their surrender, he left their ruined nation and returned to his own, wanting to get back to Serena and Yvonne. Along the way, he noticed more and more women following him; keeping away but always present on the outskirts of his army. During a rest, not that he needed one but his men did, he commanded one of his soldiers to bring a woman following him to his large tent. She arrived shortly.

“Why do you follow my army?” he asked in his new booming voice, he had yet to remove the ring.

“I do not follow your army but you, Master. I follow Mentula.”

“Mentula?” he asked. “Mentula is dead.”

“No, Master, this is Mentula,” she said, walking across the tent and grabbing his flaccid huge cock.

“You seek the ring?” he asked.

“No, I seek the pleasure of Mentula,” she said actually stroking him a single time before he tore her hands from his enormous cock.

“Are you insane? Erect this would rip you to shreds,” he said pulling away from the woman.

“No, Master… I have prepared myself for Mentula.”

It started making sense to Henri after that. Those rumors of willing women coming to the Master were true. But he knew they could never prepare for something so large. The woman did not shrink away from him, only looked lovingly at his growing shaft. He felt a stirring in his loins he had not experienced before. The ring grew warm almost hot around his shaft and his desire to take this woman became unbearable. The simple touch she had imparted upon his penis had caused it to grow and soon his colossal cock was hard and throbbing before the woman as he sat in a giant chair they had taken from the defeated capitol. He knew he would kill her but the ring and the desire was overcoming his senses and decency.

“Yes, Master… Mentula craves a sheath. Let me be your first.”

Henri looked down at the beautiful woman as she began to disrobe in front of him. His enormous cock throbbed and began to drip copious amounts of clear pre-ejaculate down the shaft. She was very endowed and lovely to look upon, her red hair flowing over her shoulders. Her nipples grew erect in the cooler air as she presented herself to him. The ring pulled him forward, lifting his body off the chair toward the woman standing before him. His character and integrity were being tested to their limits. Deep down he knew she would not survive but the yearning in his loins were forcing him to ignore her imminent death.

He pulled himself back to sit again, fighting against the pull of the ring on his cock. The desire was growing and he was weakening. She was very beautiful and after the weeks of combat and slaughter, he felt an intense desire to empty his loins.

“You must leave me now!” he raised his voice. “I do not wish to join with you… you will die.”

“No, Master… I’ve prepared myself for Mentula since I came of age. See… I will prove it to you.”

The red haired woman approached him. He could do nothing to stop her for fear of letting the ring control his movements. She reached upward, above her head and began to run her hands up and down his shaft, coating his cock with his own plentiful juices. The pleasure coursed through his rod, the sensations more stimulating and powerful then he had ever recalled. The ring brightened and pulled toward the woman. Henri, using his hands tightly on the arms of the chair, held himself down. The willing woman climbed upward, using the ornamental wood until she was on an arm of the chair. Moving one leg to the other arm, she spread her legs over his enormous rod and looked up into Henri’s face. She was going to try and lower herself down onto his cock… onto Mentula!

First, she began to pleasure herself before him; running her hands over her breasts and between her legs. She opened her sex to him, sawing her hands from front to back and suddenly he saw what she was doing. She was lubricating her forbidden orifice! She had prepared for the old Master… the Master that craved anal from his followers. Henri swallowed hard, almost crushing the arms of the chair in his grip, to keep from thrusting forward and destroying the woman with his cock. She would never be able to take him inside her body, no matter what preparation she had done.

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