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Lulu was my first real girlfriend. She was 5’3″ and about 105 pounds. I had a good 5 inches and 15 pounds on her. The first time we wrestled, I was stunned not only by her strength and speed, but by her confidence. She expected to win, and technically, she did. I fought hard in the beginning and nearly had her pinned when I felt her legs clamp around my torso and squeeze the air, and the fight, out of me. She rolled me onto my back as she dug in with her thighs, releasing me briefly to rearrange them as she pinned me. Her legs were locked around mine, squeezing them together, as her feet hooked my ankles so I couldn’t bend my knees. Still gasping, I tried to push her off me, but she had my wrists locked in her hands in an instant and slammed them down against the floor. I struggled my hardest and lifted my arms about two inches before she slammed them down again, this time for good. I squirmed a little bit and laughed as she stared down at me. I told myself that we were just playing; that of course I could get her off of me if I really tried my hardest. I took it for granted that if it was a real fight, I could beat her, and that she did, too. And it wasn’t like I really wanted to get her off of me. It was difficult enough to get a sexy girl on top of me in the first place.

I tried again to push her off of me and she dug her elbows into my biceps, still gripping my wrists. I was completely immobilized and my arms were starting to ache. She started trying to bite my neck and I instinctively panicked and tried to push her away. I managed to lift her a few inches whenever her mouth was just about to reach me, but I couldn’t get her off of me. Just as she was about to bite me she would relent and I would immediately collapse, holding her off of me was exhausting, but before I could catch my breath she’d be at it again, chomping her teeth as she moved toward my neck. She repeated this three or four times and I was completely wiped out.

After she eased up and I stopped struggling, she kept me pinned for another good 10 seconds, long enough to satisfy herself that I was beaten, and got off of me, telling me she’d spare me the humiliation of asking to be let up.

Later that week, when we were getting dressed to go out to a bar, she smacked my ass as I walked by her and told me to watch my mouth; that she wouldn’t defend me if I got myself into any trouble. She was teasing me, but there was an edge to it. I gave her a puzzled look and she reminded me that she’d had me pinned. That I’d tried my hardest, and I aksaray escort couldn’t get up.

We wrestled again a week or so later. She was wearing just her bra and panties and I was trying to make out with her. She asked me if I wanted to wrestle her, in just our underwear? We squirmed and struggled for a few moments, groping at each other. We were both on our sides facing each other, each trying to roll on top of the other. She managed to slide one of her knees against a soft spot of my inner thigh and dig it in and the rest of my body rolled with my leg until she was on top of me, my wrists pinned in her hands and my legs spread open and pinned by her knees. I tried to struggle and could barely move. I looked down at her stomach at panties, at her firm white thighs holding mine open, and looked back up at her, surprised and embarrassed. She smiled down at me and shrugged like it was nothing. “Did you really think you’d be able to beat me just because you’re a boy and I’m a girl?” I nodded slowly and she shook her head, like she was disappointed in me both for thinking that and for losing.

“There are girls out there who could wreck you. And I’m one of them.”

A few days later we were messing around in bed and started to wrestle playfully. She separated herself from me and propped up facing me on her knees, and I did the same. “Okay, come one.” I moved in to attack her and she had me pinned in two seconds. Before I had time to think she was off of me and back in position. “Again.” I came at her again and tried to grab her arms, but she twisted out of my grip and grabbed my wrists as she launched herself forward and knocked me on my back. I was pinned again. She popped up. “Again.” This time I tried to go low and she looped her right arm over the back of my head, when I tried to rise back up to escape she drove her thigh forward into my stomach and locked my wrists in her hands as my back hit the mattress.

“Uncle.”

She paused on top of me, still holding me down.

“What did you say?”

“Uncle.”

She had teased me to say uncle before, but I never had until now.

“Why are you saying uncle?”

She looked me in the eye and I looked away from her face, down past the rise of her breasts to where her shirt had ridden up to reveal her firm stomach.

“I can’t beat you.”

“Why?”

I shook my head, but felt I had no choice but to answer. I couldn’t bring myself to look up at her.

“Because you’re better at this than I am.”

She 68aksarayspor.com made a sympathetic noise.

“How humiliating for you.”

She lowered her face down to mine and started making out with me. I was completely helpless beneath her and we both knew it.

“Is this what happens when I say ‘uncle’?”

She smiled and shrugged her shoulders, then kissed me gently but prodded her tongue into my mouth.

The next day she called me into her room when she had finished dressing for school. There was something commanding about her voice. I went into her room and stood in front of her with my back to her bed.

“Sit down.”

I sat down and she sat down on top of me facing me, her legs straddling mine and her breasts in my face.

“I had you completely helpless yesterday.”

That had been the third time she had decisively physically beaten me. I thought about trying to fight back and looked down at her crotch. Her thighs were already on top of mine, and if I tried to grab her shoulders, she’d throw me down on my back and pin me. She’d done it plenty of times before.

“When someone is better at something than someone else, that means that person is the boss.”

I was about to argue with her when she put her hand over my mouth.

“Just nod if you understand.”

I nodded and she moved her hand from my mouth to pat my back, like I was a good dog. She stood up and turned her back on me as she slowly walked away. I watched her tight ass and hated myself for being so sexually aroused. I thought about attacking her from behind but imagined her forcing me backwards onto the bed and breaking loose, then eventually pinning me. It would be too humiliating to bear, to have attacked her from behind and lost anyway. She didn’t even bother to look back at me. She knew that I was beaten. Physically and psychologically, she owned me and she knew it.

Even after all of this, I still told myself that we were just messing around. That in a real fight, of course I would win. But I had lost every time we’d wrestled, and it wasn’t even close.

We wrestled a lot, and it was usually playful, but she ended up on top every time. The few times I tried to roll her over she’d gently restrain me and ask me what was the matter? Was everything okay? I’d mumble everything was fine and she’d keep kissing me. She had pretty much established her dominance at this point, but made sure to remind me every now and then.

One time when we were running late in the morning I mocked her. She asked me if I had a death wish and I imitated her voice and said “do you have a deathwish?”

There was quiet in the other room, then she came quickly through the door at me. I unconsciously started to back away from her and explain myself as she lept at me and knocked me backwards onto her bed. She grabbed my wrists in her hands as I fell and dug her knees into my biceps as she landed on me and pulled up on my arms. I cried out in pain before I could control myself.

“Lulu, please!”

I couldn’t move my arms and my biceps felt like they were on fire. I could have tried to buck her off or grab her with my legs but was afraid to try. She pulled up on my wrists a little harder and forced her knees deeper into my biceps and pain shot through my arms. She looked down at me, helpless between her legs. Ashamed or afraid to look her in the eye, I tried to look down and away. Her crotch was just inches from my face. I was so turned on and humiliated and ashamed of both.

She looked down at me for a few seconds just to make sure we both understood what had just happened, then hopped off of me and walked away. Again, she didn’t bother to turn to check if I would try to attack her. She either knew I was too intimidated or didn’t care if I tried. It was her confidence as much as anything that scared me. None of this was a surprise to her. Even the first time we had wrestled, she was fairly confident that she could beat me, and now, she knew it.

I walked in on her dressing in her bedroom. She was just in her panties and a t-shirt, crawling across her bed to try to find a pair of pants half buried in a pile of clothing. She made some comment about me being a pretty little guy.

“I’m taller than you are.”

“I can beat you up.”

I watched her ass as she continued to dig through her clothes.

“Do you really think you can beat me up?”

She laughed.

“I know I could.”

She arched her back, supposedly to get a better view of some clothes on the floor, but really to flaunt her ass.

“You know that we’re just goofing around, right? That I’m not really trying.”

“Yes you are. You’re afraid to try your hardest because you know you’d lose anyway.”

I was about to argue when she turned to face me. She caught me looking at her thighs and her ass and smiled.

“You want to wrestle over it right now?”

I shook my head no before even thinking about.

“That’s what I thought.”

She went back to sorting through her clothes and I let out a little laugh like she was just being silly, but looking back, I was trying to save face. I had just backed down from my girlfriend, and I was still in denial.

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Please read Part 1, My wife’s perspective first.

Johnnie’s perspective

If you read my wife’s version about how much I enjoyed wearing her panties please let me explain myself. Not only did Cin help me realize and accept my fetish but she freed my inner submissive and bisexuality.

I’m not here to refute nor challenge Cin’s interpretation of anything. It’s all true, what she wrote I mean. But she ended my journey’s tale before it even really began. I wish only to explain my actions and hope there are others out there who have enjoyed the pleasures I have. And to those whose fear will not permit them to celebrate their fetishes I say please put your fear aside and allow yourself the pleasure of being who you really are.

I have, from my earliest memories really liked seeing girls in their panties. From that first glimpse in Jr High school I was hooked. The girl next to me had one foot on the floor and the other on the rung of her chair when she turned to face me during a lull in class. There, under her dress I saw her lite blue panty covered crotch. Even though she flashed me quite by accident I was fascinated. From then on my panty fetish grew.

If I had been honest with myself I would have had my own panties once I moved out of my parents house. Instead, I pushed those prurient thoughts back and chased pussy. I was a hound dog. I fucked any woman who slowed down in front of me.

Over the years I married and divorced twice. Those marriages just didn’t work out. My first wife left me for some guy she knew from college. My second wife refused to dress in sexy lingerie and after we were wed treated our sex life like it was a burden she had to bear. It was me who parted her company. Wishing her well I moved on.

I dated / fucked a lot of different women after that. I also worked hard and steadily worked my way up the corporate ladder. I was making good money when I met Cindy.

I was in a bar with a couple buddies, one of them just happened to be Tom. Cindy walked right up to me and slipped me her phone number. She made a wise crack but I can’t remember what she said.

I did call… two weeks later. I asked her to join me for dinner and I picked her up the following evening.

I didn’t have to worry about her being a drab, sexless woman. She was wearing a mini-skirt that first date. At the restaurant I hurried to open the car door for her and caught the sight of her red panties under that short skirt as she exited the car. “Alright!”, I thought. “This could be something special.”

We were seated in a small two top in a corner. Cin was and is an out going woman. She had no problem initiating the conversation. She would also steer the topic in the direction she wanted. She wanted to know all about me but didn’t allow me to monopolize the conversation.

I wanted to know all about her and when, after a couple drinks gave me the courage I asked her if she always wore red panties.

Cin gave me a wicked smile and had a gleam in her eye. “So you noticed. Were you peeping under my skirt you perv?”

I knew she was kidding because her next move was to place her bare foot in my crotch. I was surprised but kept my cool. I’d been with any number of women over the years but none had so brazenly taken control of the situation like she did.

We went back to my place as soon as we paid the tab. Our love making was almost fierce. We were all over each other. I remember kneeling, raising her mini skirt and licking her pussy through those red panties before sliding them down and off. We fucked like rabbits that night and every night after that.

Cin always wore sexy underwear and it was becoming difficult to beat back my panty fetish.

There were times when we shared our bed with others and watching her get laid by another man was super arousing. Seeing a cock part her labia and bring her off was almost enough to make me cum.

I watched as my friends enjoyed my girl and when I found myself alone would jack off to the thoughts of her enjoying men other than myself. In my mind I would see the throbbing erection entering my woman, claiming her pussy as his for that moment. It was no surprise when we had a couple over and Cin and the other lady engaged in a 69. They lay on their sides as I fucked one and her husband fucked my then fiancé. Later that same night when the lights were off and we four were tangled in passion I accidently reached out and wrapped my hand around a cock that wasn’t mine.

I was shocked when I realized what I was holding and let go immediately. It wasn’t that I was grossed out. I just didn’t want the others to see or know what I’d done. I had few hang ups but being considered bi-sexual was one of them. Still, I never have forgotten how it felt to hold that erect dick in my hand. And yes, I have masturbated recalling the events of that night.

Cin and I married a year or so after we first met and it was and still is great to have her in my life. She’s a take charge kind of girl. After making erzurum escort tough decisions all day at work it’s a relief to have Cin take the lead at home.

Our sex life stayed as active as ever and Tom soon became a semi-regular visitor. I felt comfortable with Tom and Cin did as well. He was single and played the field as any red blooded man would. Still, I think Cin was his favorite fuck.

The day Cin made me face my fetish and accept it started like any other. But over coffee when she brought up my fondness for panties I tried to deny it. It was hard for me to admit it. Then she laid out that array of red, black and leopard panties and had me kiss them and hold them to my face as she went down on me. The cat was out of the bag.

Convincing me to wear them was easy. It was what I wanted deep in my soul. She knew red was my fav and Cin pushed the right button.

No man wants his woman to look down on him and have her think he’s less than the man she thought he was. That fear made me reluctant at first to wear her panties when we had sex. But after she convinced me that it would be hot for her to see me in panties I put them on. It was heaven. I can’t explain it to you. I don’ think 500 psychiatrists could do it any better than Cin. But when she told me it would be our secret and she wanted me to be happy it freed me to indulge in my fetish.

When she presented me with those light blue panties for Valentine’s Day I pretended to be upset. I didn’t let on how excited I was for her to allow me to own my own panties. At her insistence I began to trim my pubic hair for a neater appearance.

Soon I began to wear panties under my business clothes. I was erect most of the time feeling the smooth silky feeling of panties on my ass and dick. They cradled my balls softly and I often wondered what the employees at my job would say if they knew what I had on. I sometimes imagined getting caught by a male co-worker and being verbally humiliated by him. It was enough to make me cum with very little masturbation.

The night we went out and met Tom in the bar was like I was subconsciously trying to get caught. I mean I wasn’t trying to come out but some where deep in me the submissive demanded attention. I needed to be what I was born to be.

Still, it wasn’t on purpose that I let Tom in on Cin’s and my secret. But once Cin told me to leave them I was a man on fire. I’d already had his cock in my mouth. The sub side of me was free. After eating his cum from my wife and cleaning his cock I knew what I needed to be happy. I left the couple alone and went into the bathroom to masturbate. It was in tears of joy that I brought myself off remembering how sexy I felt wearing panties and sucking Tom’s cock.

As Cin said in her missive it became a regular thing for me to blow Tom after that night. When the first time he fed me his sperm I knew I would have to have that again. Cin enjoyed seeing Tom dump his load in me and assured me that she was fine with it.

Being a straight cock sucker is like being a junkie. I mean after that first high on crack or heroin addicts chase the dragon trying to get that feeling again. It was the same thing with me and cock. Fortunately I had an understanding and accepting wife who not only led me to being a cock sucker but was turned on by my slobbering over the cock that would soon fuck her or just had fucked her.

Tom became more dominant which was fine with me. Cin also was more demanding then she was before I started sucking cocks. I accepted their position that I was no longer the man in the relationship that now included Tom. I was content in being their sexual submissive and being called a cock sucker would make ne tingle all over.

Our love making went through changes that dramatically put me in my place. Cin insisted I use my mouth on her more and more until my own orgasms were either by my hand or hers. My days in her pussy seemed to be over. But that was alright. Tom took my place between her legs with his cock and I was satisfied to watch them fuck and clean them both afterwards.

Then came the time that Tom told me to beat off while blowing him. He said if I came before he did their would be repercussions. I shivered at the thought of being punished in front of my wife. Certainly she had seen me surrender my manhood but to accept punishment from the man who was regularly having sex with my wife would change our dynamic forever. It would also allow me to become a true submissive, free at last to be what I was born to be.

I didn’t allow myself to come before Tom that night. Nor did I the next and the next and so on until I could no longer control my submissive urges.

Cindy was watching as usual. This evening, before Tom came over my wife told me Tom had asked her to wear something sexy for him. She wore seamed hose with garter belt, those sexy red panties, and a demi-bra that seemed to offer her breasts to him. I was in a new pink panty when Tom arrived.

He ordered me to make ghpops.com him a drink and while I did that he attended to my wife. I could tell he was pleased with her appearance.

I poured Tom a Scotch on the rocks and gave it to him. He allowed me to undress him as he and Cin talked. I couldn’t tell you what they were talking about. I was in my sub space hurrying to free Tom’s cock.

When Tom was fully naked he lay back on the couch and permitted me the joy of sucking is cock. “I want you to take my first load johnnie. When I fuck your wife I want it to last. Go on and beat your self off but no cumming before me. You know the rules.”

Cin had her head on Tom’s stomach watching as I made love to his cock and balls. I jacked him gently and licked and slobbered all over his scrotum before lapping my way up the rigid shaft and taking him into my mouth. I hummed to myself happy to be where I was as I tried to swallow his entire erection.

I cradled his balls in my hand feeling them churn. “johnnie”, Cin said quietly. “You look so happy with his cock in your mouth. So at home on your knees in your pretty panties sucking a cock.”

I looked up at my wife and we exchanged knowing looks. She no longer considered me a man and neither did I. No real man wears panties and sucks cocks. Sissies do that. Sissies and homos. I was a sissy. The three of us knew it.

It may have been that revelation that brought my orgasm out first. I moaned around Tom’s cock and spurted my cum in my panties. I knew there would be some form of punishment and something deep inside me wanted to be punished. I craved it I think. A real man had told me not to cum before he had but I didn’t heed his instructions. I think that deep inside I knew I should be punished for being a panty wearing cock sucker who allows others to fuck my wife.

Tom allowed me to eat his sperm and clean his cock. After he was sated he told me to remove my panties. He retrieved his belt from his trousers as I skinned out of my underwear.

“You know you fucked up right?”

“Yes sir.”

Cin giggled.

“Do you think you should be punished then?”

“Yes sir.”

“I was on my knees. My dick was still oozing the last of my sperm. “Put your head down and ass up”, Tom instructed.

I obeyed.

Suddenly Tom took me by my hair and raised my face up. “Open up faggot.”

He stuffed my cum soaked panties into my mouth and pushed my head back down. I waited just a few seconds before the first blow landed.

Tom was not gentle with me. As he used his belt on me he was telling me that I should get used to this painful training. “All sissies need training johnnie. You’re no different.”

He began a verbal assault on me heaping curse after curse. Calling me a fucking queer and faggot cocksucker. My dick responded by growing hard again.

“Look Tom. My sissy hubbie likes being spanked by a real man. His big clit is sticking out.”

Hearing my wife join Tom in his abuse of me made me cry. I wept real tears as the whipping continued. My tears ran from my eyes as surely as my dignity and manhood left my psyche. Tom used his belt to rid me of any lingering masculinity. Believe me. My tears were not caused by the pain Tom was giving me but by a sense of freedom. My panty fetish was only the starting point to where I really craved to be.

When he was finished with my training I instinctively knelt at his feet and thanked him. If there was any doubt of the change in me it was erased when I kissed his balls in gratitude.

Tom was no longer my friend. He was my dominant and my wife’s Bull. He would shred my pride as surely as he showed me my place. I was very fond of him and my respect grew after my first training session. There had been a time when I would have whipped his ass for even trying to use his belt on me. But after wearing panties for him and sucking his cock and basically giving him my wife, those days were over. Tom was in charge in our house and out of it and I would do as he or any other real man instructed.

After he taught me to heed his directions I lay under the fucking couple using my mouth on both as they slowly fucked. My wife looked down under herself to watch me with Tom’s balls in my mouth. “I’ve created a monster”, she giggled.

“More like a faggot”, Tom laughed.

One night a few weeks after my first training session and after cleaning my wife’s pussy I had my face on Tom’s stomach nursing his cock when he explained where he was going to take me.

“I want to see you with long hair johnnie. I want you to let Cin make you more feminine in your appearance. I’m going to bring you a present tomorrow night and I want you to prepare yourself for him. Cin, have this homo paint her nails, toes and fingers. I want her to have lip stick and eye make up on. One last thing. johnnie, be sure to douche your pussy.”

I couldn’t help it. My dick grew hard at the idea of being feminized. To have my wife assist me at Tom’s direction was almost enough to make me cum.

I took the next day off to prepare myself for Tom and his friend. Cin and I both knew where this was headed. My wife seemed excited as we shopped for lingerie for me to wear. I felt no shame as she explained to the sales lady that we were selecting those items for me.

Together we agreed that a crimson lace body suit looked nice. “Wear that with some thigh high hose and no man could resist you johnnie.”

My erection was almost painful as we shopped for more panties and lounge wear.

Cin chose the eye liner she thought would best suit me and also chose a bright red lip stick with matching nail polish.

My hair wasn’t too very long at this point but Cin insisted I have it shaped in a more feminine style. I burned with embarrassment as she explained to the woman in the beauty parlor that I was expecting a gentlemen caller that evening and wanted to look my most welcoming. Both Cindy and the lady styling my hair noticed my dick tenting the cover the salon had me wear.

One side of my head was cut real close. The longer hair on the top of my head was brushed over to the other side and curlers were used to give it shape and body.

Cin looked at me and decided something was missing. She led me to one of those mall kiosks where I had my ears pierced and little golden heart ear rings were inserted. I was told to leave them in for a week to keep the piercing open.

I sat at Cin’s vanity feeling sexy as she applied the eye shadow. I pursed my lips when she painted them bright red. I saw myself looking pretty. Cin told me to polish my own nails which I did with shaking hands.

The hose felt nice on my hairless legs and my body suit fit like a glove. Cin had me tuck my dick underneath my balls so my groin looked like a woman’s. All my body hair had been shaved that afternoon and my boi pussy cleansed. I was ready for the company Tom was bringing over.

Cin was excited as I was when the door bell finally rang announcing Tom’s arrival. Wearing a pink and flowing transparent dressing gown over my body suit I slipped into my new pink mules and went to greet our company.

Tom pushed past me to go to my wife. She was wearing only a robe and didn’t bother to tie it off. Her freshly shaved pussy was already moist with excitement for the coming events.

Behind Tom came a beautiful boi. His tight mauve stirrup pants clung to a nice round butt. His top was a black lace half tee shirt. He had a naval piercing with a small silver heart.

His face was smooth, his lips plump and inviting. His long blonde hair fell to his shoulders. Like me he was wearing eye liner and lip stick. Tastefully applied, he was striking. In his platform espadrilles he was taller than I was.

Tom introduced him to us. “Cin, johnnie meet Charlie or Charlene. She answers to both.

Tom wasted no time groping my wife as Charlie took me into his arms and smiled. “Hello johnnie. You look so pretty. Did you dress up for me?”

My stomach was in knots. I had never felt what I was feeling at this moment. I clamped my thighs together keeping my dick tucked in which was trying to get hard. I nodded and said nothing.

“Are you a shy boi?” Charlie asked. “Tom said you were a new sissy. I have to say you are one of the sexiest sissies I’ve met.”

“Thank you Charlie”, I said in a husky voice. “You’re very beautiful yourself. Can I get you something to drink?”

Tom had removed Cin’s robe and was standing behind her watching Charlie and me while pinching Cin’s nipples.

Cin was moaning but her eyes were glued to Charlie and me. “Get us all drinks johnnie,” Tom ordered.

“Yes sir” I said hurrying off to do his bidding.

I was getting ice from the freezer when I felt something behind me. Charlie had quietly joined me and moved in close. Putting one arm around my stomach I felt his cock nudging the crack of my ass as he kissed my neck.

My breathing was ragged and I turned to face him. Giving me a sweet smile Charlie leaned in and kissed me. I offered no resistance and kissed him back. Soon our tongues were dueling and our hands roamed over each others body. “I need to hurry before I piss Tom off.”

“Let me help you johnnie. You get Tom’s and Cin’s. I’ll make yours and mine.”

I returned to the living room and saw Cin was kneeling before a nude Tom sucking his cock. I handed Tom his drink and placed my wife’s on the coffee table and sat across the room watching my wife make love to Tom’s cock.

Charlie brought me a wine spritzer. “A sweet drink for a sweet gurl” he smiled. then he stood behind my chair and watched with me as Tom and Cin did their thing.

“Don’t they look sexy together johnnie? Your wife seems to be a great cock sucker. I hope that runs in the family.”

Charlie had pushed my gown off my shoulders and was feeling my titties under my body suit. His breath hot on my neck. I set my drink down on the floor and reached around and pulled him onto my lap. Our lips met again at first softly then growing in passion. I moaned into Charlie’s mouth when I placed my hand on his cock. It was surprisingly large for such a slightly built boi.

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I noticed my hand shaking as I reached for the door and stopped to pull myself together. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I kept thinking if I was so scared how’s he feeling. Poor little guy. But then this is what he’d wanted.

He’s my college roomie and at 5′ 6″ he really is just a little guy, but cute as a button. At least I think so. Me? I tower above him like nobody’s business, by an entire foot if you can believe it. He’s a skinny guy with these graceful moves sort of like a dancer. He may not be a muscle bound jock but I really go for his looks. Like I said, cute as a button. And smart? Let me tell you. He studies constantly and keeps me studying. I’m actually getting high marks this semester because of Billy. That’s his name, Billy.

He’s been my roomie for about two months now and at first he was afraid of me. Took me two weeks to get him to talk to me and then I had to corner the poor guy like a rabbit. Man, did he shake, I thought he was gonna pee his pants looking at me like he thought he was my next meal. Course I wouldn’t have minded eating him up, starting at those juicy lips of his and working my way down from there.

If Billy only knew how I felt about him, but it’d probably scare him even more. I mean how do you tell a poor shivering bundle of nerves that you don’t want him on a dinner plate but in your bed every night, that any licking and slurping you do would be to his delectable body in many pleasurable ways. He’d probably go into a coma or something. I didn’t even know if he was gay since I couldn’t get him to stay in our room long enough to talk.

So one day I cornered him, actually in a corner by a window. I figured if he was desperate enough to try going out a three story window then I’d have to give him up. I wasn’t ready to do that yet without at least trying.

“H-h-hey J-jake, I gotta g-go study. S-s-someone’s expecting m-me.” he squeaked and stuttered at me. I felt like a bully, but I wasn’t letting him go yet.

“Billy, ease up, man. I just want to get to know you. We’re roomies!”

The suspicion and fear in his eyes was killing me. Reminded me of a neighbor’s dog when I was in high school. Kids had always been mean to this dog and it was afraid of it’s own shadow. Remembering that dog gave me an idea though.

I hunkered down to make myself as small as possible which gave him the advantage of looking down at me. I could see a little of the fear subside as I became a little less threatening. He tried to step past me and I felt so bad that I almost let him go, but I knew this would probably be my only chance with him.

“Billy, I think you’re a really cool guy, I’d really like to be friends.” I tried to speak quiet and soothing. I didn’t much care what I said, as long as he relaxed and stayed. “I live back east so I don’t know no one out here and I could use a friend.”

“Anyone… I don’t know anyone.”

“You either? So maybe we…”

Suddenly he giggled. Yeah, giggled. “I meant that you used a double negative.” I must have looked like a typical dumb jock, because suddenly he was outright laughing. “You said ‘I don’t know no one’, you should have said ‘I don’t know anyone’.”

Well, by that time he could have corrected every word out of my mouth because his laughing seemed to push all his fear and suspicion away and he didn’t have that ‘prey vs. predator’ look anymore. Since he was calmer I figured I’d go for broke and be a little more open with him.

“I’m glad you’re talking to me now. You seem like a nice guy and I notice that you don’t pal around with anyone in particular, so I thought we could hang. I really could use a friend, Billy, and it seems you could use a friend, too.”

“People usually overlook me,” he muttered quietly, “so I haven’t made any friends here yet. I came up from California, so I don’t know… no one either.” he continued with a grin.

I stood up slowly, and damn if he didn’t watch me all the way up. A little fear came back but not near as much as before, “So how about I buy you a burger and we can get to know each other?” Running through my head was ‘Please, please say yes’.

He hesitated so long I thought he’d chicken on me again. Then finally, “OK, but only if you let me buy next time.”

So over the next couple of months I’d say that he became the best friend I’ve ever had. I hoped he felt the same, but he hadn’t really said it. Up until now I hadn’t told him that I was gay and until a week ago I didn’t know if he was or not. I mean, how can I say something like ‘I’m gay and I like you a lot’ when the guy still goes all scared on me if I move too fast. He trusts me, I know that, but he’s told me a little about his life in high school. Shit, no one should have to go through that crap whether they’re gay, fat, handicapped or anything ‘unacceptable’ to the general public image. (Sorry, I’m stepping off the soapbox now.)

So a week ago, Billy tells me about an assignment from his ‘Human Sexuality’ class that’s about writing a paper on fantasies.

“So what kind of fantasies do you mean, like mersin escort sex stuff or what you’ll do 10 years from now?” I really was interested in what he had to say because I’d discovered an intelligent and perceptive mind in his little head.

“Both,” Billy answered. “Any type of fantasy, even day dreams. They’re fantasies of a sort, too.”

“You use your fantasies or someone else’s.”

“Anyone’s. But we need to start with one of our own that is hard to share. You know, one of those deep dark fantasy things. I don’t think I can share my deepest one, so I’m settling for a lesser one.” He turned so red when he said it that I got curious. He’s even cute when he blushes. Boy, I got it bad, don’t I?

We talked some more and I shared some general fantasies I’d had with him, being careful to edit myself. I wanted to out myself, but didn’t want to lose him.

“What’re your sexual fantasies?” I asked as casually as possible, “One of mine is to fulfil someone else’s fantasy. I know that’s a little weird, but it just seems like such a turn on to be able to do that for someone you care about.”

“Have you ever tried doing it before, Jake?” I could see his wheels turning, “And if not, then why haven’t you yet.”

“Billy, it’s like this…” I almost said it, but at the last minute I couldn’t. “I’ve never been with anyone yet, I mean being a virgin at 18 isn’t that big a deal but it’s hard to go fantasy fulfilling if you don’t have nobody.”

“Anybody. Don’t have anybody. But yeah, I know what you mean. You’re not the only virgin around here.” He said it so matter of factly I was surprised, I thought he’d blush.

“So, Billy, I’ve told you some of my fantasies, what’s one of yours. If you can trust me, tell me the one you won’t share in your paper.” I figured the worst that could happen was he’d say no, but if I was lucky he’d trust me enough to share. It’d tell me a lot about him if he did.

“Well, uh… it’s embarrassing… uh,” he blushed as he mumbled in indecision. I stayed quiet and enjoyed his cute blushes. God, I wanted to scoop him up and feast on him.

“My deepest fantasy… I’ve never told anyone before. This is hard.” he said looking me straight in the eyes. Taking a deep breath, he spoke rapidly as if he had to say it before he chickened out. Which was probably the case. “But one of my biggest fantasies is to be blindfolded, with my hands bound above my head and have someone I can’t see make slow gentle love to me.” He cringed back and closed his eyes. “A guy. I want a guy to do it.” he finished in a whisper.

I must have looked like a goldfish the way my mouth kept opening and shutting. I couldn’t figure out what to say there were so many things in my head. Grabbing and kissing him was only one of them. I was thrilled and suddenly scared, shy and tingly all at the same time.

“I’m sorry, Jake, maybe I shouldn’t have told you. I’m not… don’t think… I didn’t mean to alarm you. I shouldn’t have said anything. Forget it, OK? Friends still?”

The desolate look on his face snapped me out of it immediately. “Billy, it’s alright. You just took me by surprise. Man, I didn’t think you’d have the guts to tell me, then you went one better.” I hesitated because now was the time to tell him about me. “So you’re gay then? In fact, I… I… don’t see why that will affect anything. And your fantasy sounds pretty cool if it’s with the right person.” Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. I chickened out bigger that Billy ever did. I’d never told anyone but my family before and all of a sudden I couldn’t get the words out of my mouth.

The next few days I moped around kicking myself constantly for the big idiot that I am. I did my best to hide it from Billy ’cause I didn’t want him to get the idea that it was what he’d said.

Two days ago I figured out what my real problem is. I couldn’t tell Billy because it’s more than just about me being gay. It’s about how I feel about him, I mean he’s my best friend. But he’s also become the most important person in my life. I’m not saying I’m in love with him, but maybe I’m falling that way. I guess it helps to realize that I’m not running from being gay, just scared of rejection. Shit, what if doesn’t feel the same about me? I’d lose my best friend.

Then something happened and that’s how I found myself standing outside that door, scared and yet exhilarated about going inside. See, Billy had come back with his fantasy paper and I was sitting at my desk studying when Billy ran in the room.

“Jake, I got a ‘A+’ and a ‘Very insightful’ comment from my teacher! And she’s tough. It’s only her third ‘A’ of the semester. Can you believe it?” He threw his arms around me from behind and gave me this huge hug and then just as he pulled away he kissed me on the cheek. “I gotta go, another class, but I just needed to tell you because it was your fantasy that I based my paper on. Catch you later.” Then with another kiss this time on my neck just below my ear, he was gone.

I found myself breathing heavily and my hand straying down to the mugladh.com intense tenting in my jeans. I wanted him so bad right then that I decided I had to do something about it and I knew just what to do. All I had to do was figure out how and where without getting caught.

After some thought, the ‘where’ was easy. There were storage rooms in the basement of our dorm for us to use as we needed. Almost no one went down there because it’s dark and musty smelling. How to get him there was trickier. Then I remembered one of the few people I trust besides Billy lives only an hour away, my brother Mike. He’s older than me by a couple years but we’re really close and what’s better is that Billy hasn’t met him yet. And yeah, I’d told Billy a lie, but for a good reason.

So I called him, told him the plan although he thinks I’m a freak now, but he went along with me. His only thing was that if it worked he wanted details. I told him that if this worked, that’d be a small price to pay.

I asked Mike how it went when he came to tell me that Billy was set.

“Jake, I still think you’re a freak. Billy’s scared and you promised that you’re not gonna hurt him, right?” I nodded vigorously at him. “Well, he’s blindfolded down in room 3. I tied his hands to those pipes on the ceiling, and I don’t think he can get loose. Actually I think he’s too scared to try. I told him I’d be waiting outside til ‘he’ -meaning you- arrived. I did say that you’d let him go when you were done. Getting him there wasn’t any trouble ’cause he didn’t really fight back. Uh, Jake? You might want to take him some clean clothes cause I think he peed on himself. You sure this is the guy you want?”

“Mike, he may be a scared little rabbit, but I’m hoping he’ll be MY rabbit. I hope this isn’t a mistake, but it’s his fantasy. Course it’s mine, too ’cause I can make it happen. Do you think he’ll hate me? Mike, I couldn’t stand it if he hated me. Maybe I shouldn’t do this, maybe I’ve made a big mistake. Shit! What do I do?”

I was falling apart in my fear when Mike gathered up my pieces with a bone crunching hug and squeezed them together again with his words. “Jake, if this is his fantasy then go for it, Dude. If you don’t try then you’ll always wonder about what might have been. If you really care about him, then try. If he’s too scared, stop and apologize. But Jake, what if this works? I love you, bro’. I’m here for you whatever happens.”

“Thanks, Mike,” I whispered as I leaned into him a moment longer before standing on my own again. “I got my man hanging around downstairs. Gotta go make him feel good.”

So there I was, hand quaking on the doorknob wondering if I was the biggest idiot ever to have lived. I recalled Mike’s words about trying and pushed open the door.

I could see that Billy had heard me come in when he instantly stilled. One glance let me know that clean clothes were a good idea. At least he’d only peed, though.

I slipped off my shoes and my clothes as quietly as possible. I could see him listening to everything trying to figure out what I was up to. I slowly approached him in an effort to be ultra silent. I must have succeeded because he jumped a mile when I reached for the T-shirt he still had on. Looking up at his bound hands connecting him to the pipes above I wanted to curse my brother. He’d forgotten to remove his shirt and I had no way to get it off. Great start, I thought.

I took a look at the ratty old T-shirt and hoping it wasn’t a favorite I ripped it down the front. Poor Billy screeched in terror and I think wet himself again.

I stood still watching him breathe hard for a moment before placing the tip of one finger lightly on his stomach, which he promptly sucked in. My finger followed and I let it trail around his waist as I stepped around behind him. Another rip, this time silence from Billy, and I now had access to the skin of his chest and back, his T-shirt hanging in two tattered halves from his arms. Again just one finger tip, I ran a light touch slowly down his spine to the top of his jeans and around the waistband as I walked around to his front. My finger stopped at the snap of his jeans and I watched his face turn red, probably realizing that I could see his loss of bladder control. But I knew Billy and I wasn’t turned off by it. I kept the one finger lightly pressed to his stomach while my other hand undid the snap.

“No.” Billy whispered, uttering his first word since I’d entered.

I paused a moment, then lazily lowered his zipper watching his face carefully. If he truly was scared I’d stop, but his face was flushed, he was breathing heavily, and his mouth was slightly open. I knew then that he was fighting his own desires.

I finally moved my finger and without touching skin I grasped his jeans, pulling them to his ankles in one movement. Next were his white briefs, which required brushing him with two fingers. As I lowered them from his hips and over his erect penis, he let out a soft whimper that drew my eyes back to his face. I saw embarrassment and anxiety maybe, but still no fear. Once everything was pooled around his ankles, I began pulling the clothes away from his feet. He hesitated a moment before lifting first one, then the other foot for me.

I was certain now that he was into this even if he was nervous about it. I mean, imagine it will ya? Your fantasy coming true? You’d be nervous too, even without a blindfold.

I stood tossing the wet clothes toward the door and took a moment to admire the sight before me. Like I said before, he’s got a dancer’s body and now I can see that he’s got a very sexy looking 6″ penis pointing up to the ceiling. I was suddenly carried away with my own desires and before I could stop myself I placed a kiss on the tip of that rock hard dick of his.

His loud gasp brought me back to reality. I didn’t want to go too fast here. I went back to my plan of slow painless torture, at least that’s how it felt to me.

Deciding that I liked the one finger method I’d used first, I slowly inserted it into his mouth. I waited patiently while watching the battle on his face until he gave in and began to suck on my finger, circling it with his tongue. When it was wet enough I pulled it out and began rubbing his spit on one nipple, still with only one finger. Then adding my thumb, I began to pinch and twist, concentrating only on that one little nub. I took my time working it, then repeated the same slow manipulation to the other one.

His panting drew me to his face once again, his head now tipped back and his breath coming out loud as he quivered not in fear but lust. Damn, this was turning me on more than I expected. Glancing down I could see my dick leaking and a quick look showed Billy’s was doing the same.

Upping the stimulation I brushed his stomach muscles with my whole hand. I let my hand wander over his tight stomach up to his smooth chest. I couldn’t stop myself as I began to use both hands in exploring every inch of his chest and stomach while listening to his breath come faster and louder. I dropped to my knees to explore his lower stomach, avoiding his dick, before moving on to his legs. I even stroked his feet before crawling behind him to continue the caressing back up his legs.

I could feel him tense up as I reached his butt, but that didn’t stop me. Even his butt is cute. It’s kinda small and flat and I love it. I broke down again and placed a soft kiss on one cheek, eliciting another whimper out of him. I would have worried if he hadn’t pushed that cute ass back towards me, so I rewarded him with another kiss on his other cheek. I rubbed and massaged his cheeks while slowly bringing my thumbs closer to his crack. I used one hand to caress and explore his crack while the other checked out the super soft skin behind his balls. He spread his legs to accommodate me and his breathing became moans.

Now you have to remember that I’ve got no experience at this, but when my thumb brushed solidly across his puckered little hole and he gasped so loudly, I couldn’t stop myself. I stuck my tongue out and began to rim his hole. I’d heard of it, but didn’t know if I could do it. Now here I was rimming and loving every taste of my Rabbit’s ass. I had to hold his hips with both hands because of his bucking and twisting, his breath coming now it loud gasps.

I had to try it, so I stiffened my tongue and pushed to gain entrance to his tunnel. I succeeded and almost lost control of my dick at the near scream that emerged from Billy.

“Yes… don’t stop… god, don’t stop.” His words encouraged me to thrust deeper, tasting and experiencing him in a way I never thought I would. But this was Billy, my little Rabbit and I couldn’t get enough. He began driving his ass back onto my tongue and if I could have, I would have simply crawled in and made us both happy. Physically impossible? That’s too bad, it’s how I felt.

I didn’t want him cumming too soon, so reluctantly I pulled away to the sounds of his disappointment. As I stood up I allowed my entire body to come into contact with his and as my hard rod slid between his ass cheeks I felt him freeze again. Now you gotta remember here that I’m a foot taller than Rabbit, some things just don’t fit the way you’d like. So I stopped where I was which is to say, with my knees bent at an awkward angle so I could leave my cock right where it was until I knew how my Rabbit was going to respond. After just a few seconds he squeezed his ass around my cock and let his head fall back to rest on my shoulder, so I knew he was still OK.

Staying in full body contact I slid around to his front, my cock pressed tight against his stomach, his too low for me to feel. Couldn’t have that, this was about him not me. So I pulled him into my arms and lifted him up completely off the ground, adjusting so that our cocks were trapped tightly between us. His legs wrapped around my hips leaving my hands free to make love to him. He leaned back away from me a little using the ropes to support his weight while his legs held on. I reached between us and began to slowly jack us both by holding our cocks together. I thought that he was close and I knew that I was but I tried to keep my strokes slow and steady. I wanted this to go on for a lot longer if I could.

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It was over a week before Annie and Jen saw each other again. This was not so much by design as it was a matter of ‘life’ getting in the way. They were, of course, married mothers of school aged children. Yet, it had been much longer than either woman had expected or wished for.

Finally the day arrived. Annie invited Jen over for some coffee and a chat, as they had previously always enjoyed while the kids were at school and their hubbies were at work. It was about 10AM when Jen arrived at Annie’s doorstep, dressed only somewhat more provocatively than usual — if one could call it that! A knee length skirt and buttoned up long sleeve top that not only seemed to cling to her in the right places but had the top three buttons conveniently undone; exposing a little more cleavage than was usual for this rather conservative and refined lady. She had no expectations of anything more than what was offered that morning and had mostly put out of her mind that night where she and Annie had explored their interest in lesbian movies.

Annie was no less provocative, indeed a little more so as her recollection of that night was much more vivid than that of her younger, bigger friend. She was wearing a much shorter denim skirt than what Jen was wearing; exposing more leg and some thigh underneath. As well, Annie had on a rather loose fitting sleeveless blouse, which was far sheerer and lower cut than what Jen would have normally expected from her friend on a weekday morning. It was obvious that when Annie would lean over, even a little, that you could see almost everything down below and what was there was a very pretty sheer black lace bra that hardly seemed to cover most of Annie’s comparatively smaller but perkier breasts.

Annie answered the door and smiled as she saw her friend, but it was a far more mischievous and impish smile than she normally gave out. “Hello, Jen, how are you sweetie?” Annie asked her usual opening question as she leant into her friend and gave her a hug.

“I’m fine, hun, and you?” replied Jen, with her standard answer and reciprocal hug with a quick rub of Annie’s back. As Jen did this, she noticed her friend’s attire and thought it unusual for her to dress this way on what was nothing more than a normal school day morning.

Annie turned and led Jen to the dinning room table where the cream and sugar were set. Jen soon sat at the table legs crossed but, without realizing it, had allowed her skirt to ride farther up her legs than was usual for her. Annie noticed her friend’s bared legs and felt a tingling between her own. Nevertheless she carried on making the coffee only feet from her friend. Annie began to muse to herself that maybe this was a good opportunity to test the waters of engaging in more than coffee and a chat with Jen. Still, she was fearful of scaring off or even losing her friend by any sudden changes in course.

As such, she decided to use more flirtatious means, as well as reigniting their ongoing discourse on sexuality (as if it was so ‘academic’!).

Annie and Jen carried on with their usual light hearted banter, silly gossip and inside jokes, while Annie finished making the coffee. As she did this she decided to get out two coffee cups she rarely used from a higher cupboard shelf. Avoiding the use of a foot stool, Annie reached high up for the cups, thereby making her skirt ride well up her short, yet attractive, legs. Feigning inability to immediately find the cups, Annie searched around in such a way as to make her body and skirt sway and her hem rise up to expose all the more thigh. Jen was quick to notice her friend’s position and felt a warming that reminded her of that ‘girls’ night’ DVD session more then a week before. She gazed at and sized up Annie’s fine legs and found her mouth, unexpectedly, watering.

The conversation continued much as before but a certain edge began to enter it. A diversion to more provocative topics gradually laced their discussion, with Jen asking Annie how her love life was. Annie just giggled, as she brought down the second cup (a twinkle in her eye as she noticed Jen’s far too obvious gaze at her legs, which Jen quickly diverted when her friend looked over at her).

“Well now that you mention it, it has been a little more intense over the last week or so,” Annie mused and then just laughed again, quite knowingly believing Jen should know full well why this change had emerged. “I think Ted and I have had more sex in the last week then the last two months and in more positions, with more of a wild edge than I think we have had in the last few years!”

Jen laughed a little too, but more subdued and with an embarrassment about her. Jen knew only too well what might have created this intense desire for sexual satisfaction in her friend; it was the same one she had been feeling though she had done more to restrain it since that night with the DVD. “Well, I’m sure it was just that time of month or he was especially amorous or good in bed,” erzurum escort Jen replied, rather sheepishly.

“Oh, I don’t know about that, darling, my cycle hasn’t yet hit that special time and Ted wasn’t doing anything out of the ordinary, hell, if I hadn’t pushed him to do even more than usual a couple of times, I am sure he’d just want to do the usual missionary position and go to sleep!” With that Annie threw back her head and cracked up with a wicked laugh. Jen was feeling stunned but increasingly aroused by the thought of what Annie may have done, but more than that, what drove her to it — it was the DVD and that night; she just knew it.

Annie poured out the coffee for the women, leaning over near her friend her see through blouse dropped open in such a way that her cleavage was very evident — indeed her entire bra and the form of her breasts, all the way down to a glimpse of her flat belly, was fully visible to Jen. It was near impossible for Jen not to look down her friend’s top and see this sight, one that included an almost completely clear view of Annie’s areolas through the very fine fabric of her bra. Jen felt more warmth and a sense of growing wetness between her legs as she observed Annie’s body. She bit her lip to restrain her feelings only to see that Annie was grinning at her before sitting down to sip her coffee.

“You like some cream, sugar?” Annie said with a giggle and a wink. Jen merely nodded and smiled, playfully toying with a lock of her hair. Annie poured the cream then took another sip of her coffee and licked her lips in a highly lascivious manner, “So what were we talking about again? Oh yes, sex! How could I forget? Now you know I have been wondering what else there is, sexually speaking of course, that one could do that might be very naughty and sensual?”

Jen shrugged but then, almost in a whisper replied, “I don’t know, I have been curious about that as well.”

Annie noticed that Jen’s skirt was still well up her legs, so she decided to reciprocate a little, albeit with an already shorter hemline. Her legs crossed and her skirt hiked all the more so that much of her thigh was exposed, she found herself kicking off her shoes and ‘accidentally’ brushing her foot over Jen’s calf. “You ever thought of experimenting in other ways . . .I mean without your husband?” Annie said softly, her fingers gently running over the back of Jen’s hand.

“Well, I don’t know — I’m not sure I’d want to cheat on Craig with another man; he’s been a good husband and father.”

“What if it was another possibility?” Annie retorted, her foot again lightly running up Jen’s leg. Jen was now feeling awkward, but also very aroused; she made no effort to avoid these tentative advances.

“What other possibilities you have in mind, Annie?” Jen could barely get the words out, but felt she must.

“Hmmmm, well let’s think of the options, some of what we’ve talked about before –what you think might really be an intriguing thing to try?” Annie’s foot was now moving farther up Jen’s long legs, then down again but with much more confident and sensual strokes; her hand now fully covered Jen’s and her thumb was caressing over Jen’s fingers. Jen moved in a little closer to her friend, her foot began to mirror what Annie’s had been doing to her leg — running up and down it with growing ease.

“You are getting me thinking, you naughty girl you!” Jen teasingly slapped at Annie’s cheek, but then stopped short to allow her fingers to caress her friend’s soft smooth skin.

Annie played coy and drew back for a minute before reengaging the subject of the DVD, “So what did you think of that movie we saw the other day? I thought the woman who played the teacher was a very poor actress!,” she stroked back her hair, teasingly running a finger over the rim of her large loop earring, then began to chew lightly on a piece of her hair.

Jen was a little taken aback, but pursued the conversation, “I agree but the student wasn’t very good either, very fake when she had to pick up her books.”

“Yes, but I did find them both quite intriguing in other ways, didn’t you? Very well put together and they had quite a bit of sensuality about them both, you agree?”

Jen realized very much what direction the chat was going to and nodded, “Yes, very lovely attire and shapely women too,” she hesitantly grinned.

Annie leaned into her friend, her hand roaming down onto and over Jen’s bare lap. She smiled and gave her friend a simple peck on the cheek, while doing this her hand made its way farther up Jen’s leg and rested on her supple thigh. Annie’s fingers stroked the thigh, as Jen let out a soft moan of approval and run her own hand over Annie’s exposed leg.

“You really are a naughty little girl, aren’t you?” Jen leaned into whisper into her friend’s ear, giggling then giving Annie’s earlobe a little nibble.

“You don’t know the half of it, darling!” Annie replied with her ghpops.com own sensuous whisper into her friend’s ear, before licking its rim and nibbling her lobe as well, all the while her two hands running over Jen’s legs and making a successful effort to uncross them.

Jen’s head was swimming, was this really happening? Her legs were now partially opened and her skirt was farther up her thighs and almost over her hips as she felt Annie’s hands caress her thighs’ inner sides. Jen closed her eyes and felt her friend’s hands rub over her thighs until they were near her mound. She opened her eyes to discover Annie very near her, her blouse now unbuttoned to her belly and her lips about ready to kiss Jen’s now flushed face. Annie gently pressed her lips onto Jen’s, and soon found her friend’s awkwardness show forth with silly giggling before she composed herself and returned the kiss with greater force.

Soon Annie’s hands cupped Jen’s full breasts through her top as the ladies became more enamored with each other and involved in their kissing. Their mouths opened and their tongues found each other and explored all over inside the other girl’s mouth. Annie quickly discovered how to unbutton Jen’s shirt; permitting her larger, bra clad breasts more freedom. Annie smiled at her younger, but more fulsome, friend’s breasts. Weighing each in her hands, Annie felt proud to be the first woman to experience Jen’s charms. Jen returned her smile, but with a more nervous, uncertain grin –one also filled with ever mounting desire.

Jen pushed her breasts to Annie, encouraging her to do more. Annie had no qualms and proceeded to squeeze then knead Jen’s breasts before finding the bra’s clasp and completely unleashing them into Annie’s waiting hands. Jen felt a rush of excitement as her friend’s soft, warm hands limberly manipulated her bosom. With a momentary sigh, Jen arched her back as Annie’s thumbs slowly circled Jen’s hard, erect nipples making them even firmer then before.

“Your so soft and smooth, girl,” cooed Annie as she continued to play with her partner’s pliable flesh, “I wish I had such lovely, large breasts as you,” the older woman exclaimed with a hint of sadness in her voice.

Jen just smiled at her companion and began to stroke Annie’s long, thick black hair, “You should be very pleased with your body, your so beautiful and your breasts are so much firmer than mine,” with that Jen ran her fingers gingerly over Annie’s bra covered breasts before tentatively cupping one and confirming her statement by more tangibly feeling its firmness. Annie let out her own sigh of pleasure as she felt Jen’s hand on her breast, then leaned in to kiss her again with more passion then previously; followed by the unclasping of her own bra to demonstrate the very well shaped and pointed, although smaller, mounds of almost snow white flesh. With this, each woman was able to complete their transaction, whereby they could freely excite each others’ breasts with greater forthrightness then before.

As the women kissed each other like a couple of teenage lovers, hands playing with what were now fully bare breasts, tongues exploring mouths, lips tenderly covering each other’s faces, necks, shoulders and finally over each breast; a greater level of intimacy and desire for experimenting emerged. The shorter, older woman took the initiative, first with her delicate then somewhat harsher examination of her friend’s nipples. Starting with simple nibbles and suckles, Annie soon moved to hard suction of a larger surface of the breasts with her mouth, more chewing and tugging on Jen’s nipples with her teeth, and little slaps with her hands that only made Jen feel highly charged and her breasts sway and become red with the stings.

“Oh my, that feels soooo good, I can’t believe what you’re doing to me!” cried out Jen as she fell victim to Annie’s less cautious advances.

“Deep down, you really are such a dirty girl, aren’t you Jenny?” replied Annie in a raspier, steamier, sensuous tone of voice coupled with a menacing smile. Jen merely gulped and moaned in response.

As Annie continued her attention to Jen’s tits, her hand slipped ever ruefully upwards on Jen’s thigh soon finding itself under her skirt; pushing up the hemline and exposing even more of Jen’s lovely, well sculpted thighs. Jen merely accepted the encroachment and let her legs fall somewhat more open then they had been. Annie was well aware of Jen’s subtle invitation and teasingly traced her finger tips over the outer rim of Jen’s already damp panties. Jen had mixed feelings about Annie’s advances as they were becoming bolder, brasher and more strikingly erotic in nature. On one hand she was terrified of what came next, how far will this go? On the other hand, she could hardly wait for the wonderful probing fingers of her friend both on her outer labial lips and clitoris and even within her vaginal walls. In the end, she succumbed to the latter desire; pushing her ass forward and her pubic region closer to her special friend’s creeping hand.

Annie grinned to herself as she continued to suckle and chew upon Jen’s nipple; finally she would feel her best friend’s sweet wet hole. Annie pushed Jen’s legs farther apart, Jen’s skirt now almost entirely over her hips exposing her little white panties with the growing wet spot. Annie’s fingers rubbed increasingly harder over Jen’s mound, pushing her panties deeper inside her sopping canal. Jen let out a small gasp but didn’t resist Annie; instead she began to run her fingers through Annie’s hair and down her back in such a way as to say she wanted more and wanted Annie’s face closer to the scene of the crime. Annie then tugged hard at Jen’s panties, finally with a great pull she tore them off her body and left them to lay dangling off the kitchen seat.

Annie had understood her friend’s signals and found herself kissing down Jen’s chest, all over her belly and especially her belly button, then down to her knees before she began to apply kisses and licks up Jen’s inner thigh finally stopping at the threshold of Jen’s aching, hot pussy.

“You sure you want this, Jen?” Annie said half teasingly, “I could stop now and we could do something else?”

“Oh please no, I’ll go out of my mind if you don’t go on!” Jen exclaimed, with a hint of annoyance that such a thing could be asked. Jen’s legs opened farther, inviting Annie to see more of her womanhood; Annie was enthralled as Jen’s mound was a wonderful display of thick, curly hair; protruding- almost fat- lips, and engorged, obviously excited clitoris. Annie’s fingers lovingly stroked Jen’s pussy, taking time to explore every facet of it, while Jen lay back on the seat and moaned incessantly.

“You are so beautiful, darling!” Annie purred, “I can stare at you all day.”

Jen exhaled with a loud sigh and stroked her friend’s hairs then with a hint of school girl bashfulness stammered, “I don’t think I’m that pretty, certainly not down there! It’s kind of chubby and unkempt.”

Annie just screwed up her nose and chuckled, “Not from where I’m looking!” and with that Annie gently kissed the nub of Jen’s clit, sending shivers through the bigger girl’s entire frame.

Annie carefully made an effort to kiss every aspect of Jen’s inner thighs, her quivering labial lips, her clit and then parting her lips, into her hole. Jen’s matted, wild pubic hair engulfed Annie’s mouth and nose; Annie giggled into her friend’s mound and breathed in her rather pungent scent, “Oh dear, you sure haven’t ever trimmed, let alone shaved, this bush have you honey?” As she said this, Annie pressed her thumb into Jen’s watery love hole, making Jen jolt and buck a little, as well as groan with pleasure.

“I told you it’s not pretty, I’m an old fashioned girl and nothing gets very wild or sexy in that part,” Jen was finally able to respond, in halting breathy words.

Annie just smirked and turned her thumb back and forth inside Jen’s cunt, drilling deeper for the desired result, “No worries, baby, your old fashioned girl next door quality is what endears you to me.” And with that, Annie pushed her bosom buddy back and lifted up her hips to facilitate a deeper penetration of her mound. Annie had never been with a woman like this before in this way, she felt a little anxious and queasy at tasting a woman’s quim. Nevertheless, her insatiable desire to explore Jen’s tangy foliage overcame her sense of uncertainty, leading her to a thorough kissing and licking of all she surveyed.

Jen could hardly believe what was happening to her, she felt in a daze and saw stars as the delicate, yet firm, tongue of her old pal made head way into her ‘thirty something’ housewife’s cunny. Jen squirmed on her seat, as Annie’s tongue ploughed ever deeper between the folds of her labia searching for greater treasures within. Annie’s hands roamed over the big girl’s sides, belly, arms and breasts, ensuring heightened sensuality. Jen was barely able to contain her lust, holding Annie’s head closer to her sex while wrapping her long, luscious legs around Annie’s neck, draping them down her bare back and squeezing her thighs together a little on Annie’s sweet face. Grunts and moans emanated from Jen as she felt Annie’s thumb reenter her wet, runny hole and her tongue redirect its efforts to her clitoris.

“Oh yes, baby, you really know what you’re doing- it’s like you’ve been doing it all your life!” gasped Jen, as Annie’s index finger joined her thumb in probing Jen’s vagina.

“No, it’s all new to me, except what I’ve done to myself,” Annie replied, with a wink and in muffled tones, as her mouth continued its wicked work.

“Well you sure are making me believe you’re an expert,” giggled the very flushed, sweaty and aroused Jen.

As Annie worked her tongue’s magic on Jen’s clit and vulva, her fingers began to experiment leaving Jen’s gaping wet vaginal hole; they drifted down to the little red-brown bud beneath Jen’s womanhood. With nary a warning, Annie pushed her pinky finger inside her tall friend’s anus, making Jen buck and convulse with surprise and pleasure.

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It had been gray and drizzling the entire week, the kind of weather that drove Benny up the fucking wall, and by Saturday afternoon he had a severe case of cabin fever and went out running regardless of the rain. At first the run felt rough, his limbs and breathing uncoordinated, but by the time he’d reached the Reservoir loop, he’d smoothed into a fluid rhythm. He started pacing himself off a runner in long tights and a hooded windbreaker about 200 feet ahead of him, figuring that if they both maintained a steady speed, he’d catch up with him half way around the loop.

The man reached up and pushed his hood down, and Benny saw the titian mop and realized it was Matt. He briefly debated slowing down and dropping back, getting off the loop before Matt saw him. In the end he sped up. It had been close to a month since he’d last seen Matt and they hadn’t spoken in the interim. Thanksgiving was that coming Thursday, and Benny suddenly wondered how Matt was spending it; Roger and Carrie had left on their deferred honeymoon and wouldn’t be back until the first week of December.

“Hey, Matt.”

Matt didn’t respond, and Benny realized he had on earphones, so he covered the final three steps between them and repeated the greeting, touching Matt lightly on the upper arm. Matt almost stumbled, then regained his stride.

“Hey,” he said, with a friendly smile, pulling one of the ear buds out.

“I’m sorry I startled you.”

“No problem.”

“How’ve you been?”

“Okay. Busy.”

“Yeah, me too.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie, though there were also too many hours when he’d done nothing but stare blankly at a wall or at the ceiling. He’d never felt lonely before, and it wasn’t really loneliness he was feeling now, he didn’t think. It was just that after his talk with Roger he’d become aware of certain empty spaces in his life, of moments when he reached out for something he thought was there, only to find that it wasn’t.

“Going to your parents for Thanksgiving?”

“No. I’m working Thursday and Friday and I’m on call the rest of the weekend, so I need to stay here. What about you? Any plans?”

“Not really. I’ll be around.” Benny’s parents were now living in Palm Beach, and there were only so many visits he could stand. He especially avoided seeing them on holidays or any other supposedly festive occasion, when the combined weight of his father’s disapproval and his mother’s worry were at their worst.

They split in order to run on either side of a deeper puddle, then veered back towards each other.

“Would you like to come over for dinner on Thursday?” Benny asked a little diffidently. “If you have time, that is.”

“That sounds nice, Benjamin. Thank you. I’m off at five, so I could make it after that, if it’s not too late.”

“No, that’s fine. Turkey okay?”

“Perfect,” Matt grinned. “Absolutely perfect.”

They ran in companionable silence for a while, dodging puddles and slower runners.

“Are you doing anything this afternoon?” Matt asked suddenly.

“I’m meeting friends for dinner in a couple of hours.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Do you want to come along?” Benny invited impulsively. “We’re just going down to this place in Chinatown.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah. It’s just some old buddies of mine. We’ll probably bore you to death, but the food is worth it.”

*******************

Benny used to see a lot more of Henry and Jon and Jake and Michael back when he’d also been half of a couple. The six of them had been practically inseparable, dropping by each other’s apartments, scheduling vacations and weekend trips together. After Phil’s death they’d slowly drifted apart; not only Benny, who had become the proverbial fifth wheel, but the other two couples, as well, as if it had been Phil who’d kept them all together. Which was strange, because Henry, Jon and Michael had been Benny’s friends originally; if Henry and Jon hadn’t suggested Fire Island that Memorial Day weekend, Benny and Phil would have never met.

Benny hadn’t even thought about how the other four might react to his bringing somebody with him for the first time after seven years. Not that they’d expected him to remain single, in fact the first years, and after what they’d considered was a sufficient and respectable period of mourning, they’d done their best to find someone for him. Still, Benny saw how they looked at each other as he made the introductions, how Michael cocked his head, pursed his lips and openly studied Matt, while Henry was motioning for the waiter to bring another chair. He wished he’d come alone, like the previous years. Actually, no, he didn’t. He wished he hadn’t come here at all, and that Matt and he had gone for pizza.

Matt didn’t seem to notice anything amiss or awkward; he sat next to Benny, looking completely at ease, as if he’d been hanging out with the guys for years. Before long he was joking with Jon about the Knicks, and spinning the Lazy Susan every time Henry tried to reach for something on it, though to be fair, Henry had started alanya escort that game.

“So, how long has this been going on, Benjamin?” Michael murmured leaning against Benny, his lips almost touching Benny’s ear.

“There’s nothing going on. Matt is Roger’s brother-in-law and he just moved here.”

“If you say so,” Michael said. “He’s adorable.”

“Puppies and babies are adorable, Michael. Hulking 6’6″ forty-year old men, not so much.”

“Oh, piffle. Look at that sweet smile. Adorable, I tell you!”

Benny ignored him.

“Why are you glowering?” Matt asked him from his other side, as he leaned over and snatched the last prawn dumpling from right under Benny’s chopsticks, so Benny ignored him, too.

“Does anybody feel like going to The Monster?” Jon asked once dinner was finally over and Benny was already mentally on the subway headed uptown. Matt looked intrigued.

“Oh, God, everybody’s so old there,” Michael moaned.

“As opposed to you, my spring chicken,” Jake mocked. “Michael and I are in.”

“Benny? Matt?”

Benny opened his mouth to refuse, but Matt beat him to it.

“Yeah, we’re in.”

He looked so happy that Benny didn’t have the heart to make his objections known. The other four were already splitting back into their usual sets of two; Benny didn’t want Matt to feel left out or awkward.

When they reached the club, Matt didn’t go in right away.

“You go on ahead. I just want to smoke a cigarette,” he told them, but Benny hung back, as well.

“Seriously, you don’t need to keep me company. It’s cold out here.”

Benny suddenly felt a surge of affection for Matt, for how simple he made things, for how easily he got along with Benny’s friends, for his freckles and wide smile and floppy hair, and for how he didn’t seem to realize that his scarf was hideous. He stood in front of Matt and slid his hand half-way around Matt’s waist, holding him lightly and smiling up at him.

“What?” Matt asked.

“Nothing. I hope you’re having a good time.”

“I am. Why? Are we on a date, Benjamin?”

Every so often there was a teasing curl to Matt’s voice when he called Benny Benjamin, an almost imperceptible emphasis of the first syllable.

“Maybe,” Benny hedged.

“Does that mean that you’ll take me home and fuck me afterwards?”

“Unless you have a three-date rule.”

Matt grinned. “Haven’t you been counting, Benjamin? This is our third date. Besides, I already put out on the first one.”

Benny took a step closer, plastering himself against Matt, and bumped him gently with his hips. “Do you really want to go inside? Maybe we can come back another time?”

“Okay,” Matt said and he kissed Benny, his mouth hard and hungry. “What about your friends?”

“I’ll text them from the cab.”

*******************

The first time Benny had been to Matt’s apartment, he’d never made it into the bedroom. He stared at the enormous platform bed with the built-in nightstands, which was piled high with pillows and a fluffy comforter. Clearly Matt was prepared to make certain exceptions to his functional decoration rules.

“Wow.”

“California King, baby,” Matt grinned, spinning gracefully and jumping backwards onto the bed, his arms stretched out. The comforter billowed out as he landed and bounced slightly. He propped himself up on his elbows. “I had to pay the movers an arm and a leg to get this up here. You like?”

“Oh, yeah,” Benny said. “A lot.” He kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, straddling Matt’s body. “The sheets are nice, too.”

“Mmm. People always make the mistake of buying dark colors, but I find light colors are much more practical.”

“Calming and restful,” Benny said with a straight face, as he began to unbutton Matt’s shirt.

“Don’t show certain stains quite as much.”

“What about the thread count?” Benny asked. He pushed the shirt aside and bent down to lick and suck at Matt’s collarbone. Then he followed a random meandering path along the lightly freckled skin to arrive at Matt’s left nipple.

“Well, it’s not only the count… oh, yeah… that counts… It… It’s also… uh… the weave.”

Benny bit the small nub lightly, then sucked some more. Meanwhile his fingers followed the center ridge of Matt’s abdomen down to his belly button and he traced small circles around it.

“The weave?” he asked, then moved to Matt’s other nipple.

“Yeah. Like… percale. Or… uh, fuck… flannel.”

Benny turned his attention to unbuckling Matt’s belt and unbuttoning the waistband. Matt raised his hips and Benny shoved all the clothing out of the way, then stripped and resumed his position straddling Matt. Matt’s dick was already hard, and Benny spared it a long appreciative look, but he was more taken by Matt’s face, by the color burning along his cheekbones and the excitement in his eyes.

“Any preferences as to fitted or flat bottom sheets?”

He licked down the same path his fingers had followed earlier, artvin escort and dipped into Matt’s belly button. The damp tip of Matt’s swollen cock touched the hollow of his throat and he turned to nuzzle into it, breathing in Matt’s smell, his own erection almost painful.

“Suck me,” Matt demanded, obviously no longer interested in discussing the merits of sheets, and then, confusingly. “Come up here.”

Benny briefly debated which of the two instructions to follow, but he was closer to Matt’s dick, so he decided on the first. He licked the precum off the head, then took the hard shaft in his mouth, covering his teeth with his lips so that he could apply pressure on his way down, his tongue a hard point dragging along the underside.

“Oh, fuck!” Matt shouted, his hips arching off the bed. His voice was already starting to break a little, and Benny would have smiled if he could. He raised his head, his lips and tongue slack and wet, then drove down again with the same tight pressure as before, taking Matt a little deeper.

“Come up here,” Matt repeated, curling up to push and pull at Benny’s body, making it obvious that he wanted at Benny’s cock. Benny twisted around and lay on his side, his hands guiding Matt’s hips so that Matt rolled to face him. He didn’t have as much range of motion as before, so he wrapped his arms around the back of Matt’s thighs and applied more suction and saliva but less friction. Matt didn’t seem to mind the change and was writhing against him, his hands restlessly caressing Benny’s lower back, ass and thighs, his breath small gasps of hot air against Benny’s belly and cock. Benny flexed his hips, trying to remind Matt of why they were lying head-to-crotch.

Matt started to tremble, and Benny loosened his hold to allow more movement. He palmed Matt’s ass, the tips of his fingers tracing along the crack, both middle fingers pushing a little against Matt’s hole.

“Ben,” Matt moaned, pressing his face into the crease of Benny’s hip, still lacking either the concentration or the motor skills to reciprocate the favor of a blow job. He went rigid, as if he couldn’t decide whether to shove himself onto Benny’s fingers or into his mouth.

“Come on, handsome,” Benny mumbled around Matt’s cock, and he doubted his words were intelligible, but Matt’s hips snapped forward, once, twice, and on the third time he spurted into Benny’s mouth. Benny stroked him, gentling him, and he felt the tense muscles relax as Matt’s cock softened.

Matt rolled onto his back.

“I love your mouth,” he sighed, sounding sleepy.

Benny propped himself up on an elbow, and lay his hand on Matt’s hip.

“You’re not falling asleep, are you?”

“I am rather tired, Benjamin,” Matt said in a prissy voice, and flipped over onto his stomach.

Benny bent down to kiss the small of Matt’s back and lick a wet trail right to the top of his crack. He blew on the wet spot softly, and smiled when Matt shivered and let out a small moan.

“Okay, you sleep then. I’ll try not to bother you too much.”

He sat back on his heels and looked around. One or the other of the nightstands had to contain lube and condoms.

“Left drawer,” he heard Matt’s voice, and his grin broadened.

After preparing them both, he lay on Matt’s back, bracing his hands against Matt’s shoulders. He hooked his ankles around Matt’s and forced his legs apart. Matt’s body was soft and pliant, and Benny pushed in slowly, breaking out in goose bumps at the pure bliss of sinking into that tight heat.

“God, Matt,” he whispered into the skin between Matt’s shoulder blades. Matt arched his head back and inhaled deeply, and Benny shifted his weight, so that he could grab a handful of Matt’s hair and pull his head back further. “So fucking good.” He rocked into Matt with a slow, even rhythm, drawing out his pleasure, concentrating on the feeling of Matt’s body against his, on the small sounds Matt made as he started to fight a little against how Benny was holding him pinned down with his head arched back, on the muscles alternately squeezing and releasing his dick as he drove it deeper into Matt.

“Let me up,” Matt moaned, fighting harder after a while. “Let me up, goddamn you.”

Benny released his hair and shifted both hands onto the mattress and Matt bucked underneath him, shoving himself up onto his knees, his chest still on the bed, sobbing a little.

“Matt?” Benny whispered. “Are you okay?”

Matt pushed his ass back into Benny, his knees sliding wider apart. “Need more,” he muttered. “Harder.”

Benny curled his fingers around Matt’s hips and slammed into him.

“Like that?”

“Yeah. Again.”

Benny lost track of time; they might have been fucking for minutes or hours. His whole world was the shock that reverberated through his entire body every time every time he surged forward, the muted sound of their flesh slapping together, the heat spreading up his spine and along every single nerve, until his muscles locked.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, burdur escort making an ultimate effort to bury himself as deeply into Matt as he could, and then he started jerking, spilling his seed. He fell on Matt and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, holding on as his muscles contracted again and again. Afterwards, he rested his head on Matt’s back, closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath.

When Matt flopped onto his side and stretched out, Benny rolled with him, one arm trapped under Matt’s body. He used his free hand to push Matt’s hair off his neck and he kissed the skin he’d uncovered, then lay quietly, his lips against Matt’s nape. At some point Matt was going to move or kick him out, but until then Benny intended to stay put.

He woke up to sunlight, an empty bed and Matt cursing under his breath.

“What’s wrong?” he asked drowsily.

“Forgot to set the alarm clock. I need to be at the hospital in 15 minutes.”

Benny fought against the enveloping comforter in an effort to sit up. Matt was already in scrubs and sitting at the foot of the bed tying his shoelaces. He jumped up a second later and turned to look at Benny, at the same time unsuccessfully trying to finger comb his hair into some semblance of order. Benny couldn’t help grinning.

“I’ll see you Thursday, yeah?” Matt asked.

“Yes.”

“Okay. Gotta run. Just pull the door shut behind you.”

A second later Matt was gone. Feeling a little numb, Benny sank back into the bed. In a way, he was relieved that the morning after had been resolved so simply. But a kiss and a cuddle, maybe even a blowjob, would have been nice. And Thursday was too damn far away.

*******************

On Monday Matt forwarded Benny a ‘Wizard of Id’ strip about a turkey and they ended up exchanging IMs. On Wednesday they ran into each other at the entrance of Central Park, Benny having just finished his run and Matt on his way in, and stood talking for a quarter of an hour.

Thanksgiving Day Matt called Benny an hour before he was due to arrive.

“It doesn’t look like I’m gonna make it, Benjamin.”

“Okay,” Benny responded evenly. He stood in the middle of his messy kitchen, phone cradled between his ear and his shoulder, polishing a glass. Then it sunk in that he didn’t need to set the table any more, and he set the glass down carefully. “Why?”

“They brought in these kids half an hour ago. On their way back from a meet, the driver lost control of the bus when a tire blew. None of them were wearing seatbelts, and three of them sustained fairly serious injuries. We’re prepping for surgery now. I doubt I’ll be done here before midnight.” Matt sighed. “I’m sorry I couldn’t have let you know earlier.”

“Don’t worry about it. We can do this another time.” It was a stupid thing to say, as if Thanksgiving was going to come along next week again, but Benny was still fighting with how disappointed he felt.

“Yeah. Look, I– Wait, hold on.” Benny heard him telling someone to put something up so that he could look at it, then he was back. “I need to go. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Okay. Take care.” But Benny was pretty sure that Matt had already hung up.

The turkey still needed half an hour and, since he’d started, he might as well finish preparing the mashed potatoes. Before sitting down to dinner, he cleaned up the kitchen and poured himself a glass of wine.

Ever since he’d issued the invitation, he’d flipped back and forth on an almost hourly basis on how he would handle the situation once dinner was over. Especially after Saturday night, there was no doubt in his mind that he not only wanted Matt, he wanted Matt in his bed. The only problem he couldn’t solve was what to do with Phil’s photo. He couldn’t imagine fucking Matt with Phil looking on – even though Phil would have enjoyed that type of thing when he was alive, would even have joined in – and when he’d tried removing the photo from the nightstand, he couldn’t figure out where to put it, because its place was there, where it was the first thing Benny saw when he woke up. At some point, he’d tried laying the photo face down, but that was just asinine, and the kind of thing that would have made him laugh if he’d seen it in a movie. In the end, he’d left the photo in its place and stuck the lube and condoms under the couch. No need to worry about the where and how of fucking Matt anymore, at least not tonight; a blown tire had put paid to that.

After dinner, Benny stored the leftovers and polished off the rest of the bottle while re-watching ‘Planes, Trains and Automobiles’ on TV. Once it was over, he figured it was late enough that he could legitimately go to bed without it being a sign that he was feeling depressed.

*******************

At first the buzzer was part of Benny’s dream; once he realized it was real, he decided to ignore it, sure that Hector at the front desk had made a mistake. When the intercom buzzed a third time, he got up.

“Mr. Siegel, I’m sorry to bother you at one o’clock in the morning, but there’s a Dr. Nolan here insisting to see you.”

Hector, an old-fashioned gentleman with a strong sense of decorum and voice that was getting louder the closer he got to retirement, sounded both disapproving and concerned, and Benny couldn’t resist.

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All the characters in this story are fictional and consenting adults of legal age (18).

__________

After our first encounter I made daily visit to Mrs. Bowers house. Anita Bower was a sexual marvel. We did it in every room; the bedroom, living room, basement (on the dryer), bathroom, and her favorite room, the kitchen. I would often arrive to find her sitting on the kitchen counter in just a T-shirt or a silky piece of lingerie and high heels, rubbing her hot exposed pussy.

She would say something like: “Matthew I am all horny and wet, now be a good boy and fuck me hard with that big cock.”

I was more than happy to comply. She loved my big cock and my copious cum shots brought her no end of joy. One morning I was thrusting my cock into her as she lay on her back on the kitchen table. With every one of my thrusts she let out a load moan. I thought the entire neighborhood would hear us. I was incredibly turned on by her vocalizations and every time I thrust my cock her tits would flop up and down in an unbelievable scene of lust. I was approaching my climax when Anita said:

“Let’s trade places baby. Climb up here on the table, that’s right baby, on your back so I can teach that big dick of yours a new trick, mmmmm it’s all covered with my wetness.”

Grasping my large hard member at the base of the shaft she tightened her grip. Anita began to lick her own cum off my cock. She never stopped looking at me as she cleaned off my cock. Her grip remained firm as my raging hard-on pulsed in her grasp.

She said, “Now Anita wants your pre-cum baby. You just lay back and relax while I milk this big hot dick.”

As I mentioned earlier I produce an abnormal amount of fluid, both cum and pre-cum. Anita kept a tight grip with one hand on the base of my cock, just above my swollen balls. With her other hand she stroked my cock upward in a milking motion. My erection was slick from her pussy juice and saliva and her hand on my cock made wonderfully obscene squishing sounds. Occasionally she would take her hand and give my big balls a good squeeze.

By skillfully regulating the pressure of her grip on the base of my cock and talking to me about all the nasty things we were going to do, Mrs. Bower kept me hard for a considerable amount of time. After several minutes of her special administrations my pre-cum started flowing. At first she would lick it off the tip of my cock head as it formed in clear drops. Like a cat with a dish of cream she would purr appreciatively with every lick. But as the flow increased she clamped her mouth to the head and began to suck. Her cheeks hollowed and she made slurping noises as saliva and pre-cum escaped from the corners of her mouth. The feeling was incredible, my prolonged state of arousal was bringing me to sensory heights I had never experience.

After sucking for several minutes Anita released my cock head and gave me one of her characteristic wickedly sexy smiles. I new she was up to something and I could tell she was holding something in her mouth. She parted her full lips to show me her mouth and tongue coated with my sticky, slick pre-cum. I could see it form strands as she opened and closed her mouth in demonstration.

She then did something totally unexpected. Still holding onto my cock she leaned over and brought her lips to mine. The kiss started with lips closed but I slowly started to open my mouth at the taste of my own pre-cum on her mouth. The taste of my pre-cum and the idea of sharing it with this hot older woman had me in a lust-filled spell. As I opened my mouth so did Anita and as she pushed in her wonderful hot tongue it was followed by a copious amount of my pre-cum and her saliva. We exchanged a wet tongue kiss, sharing the salty viscous pre-cum, it was delicious. Our tongues entwined as we kissed passionately the sexual fluid lubricating our desire.

Anita broke our long kiss and still holding my cock by the base said. “That baby is the caviar of cum. I wanted to share it with you. Matthew you are amazing your gift is unbelievable now lets get that huge dick of yours to explode!”

With that she moved down to my cock and began to stroke it with both hands. She spit on the head and as she stroked she instructed me to sit up and move to the edge of the table. She was now on her knees in front of me as she stroked. Occasionally she would suck on the head as she pumped my engorged tool. I was close and she said;

“Cum all over my fucking face baby…. I want a big load of your cum all over my face and in my mouth…. Do it for your cum slut…please baby… do it!”

That sent me over the top and I shot my load. Taking the first shot in the mouth she pushed it out of her full lips like white lava from a pornographic volcano. It ran down her cheeks and onto her chin. The second shot hit her above the cheek, and the third on her forehead. She took my tool and rubbed it all over her face coating every inch in semen. Anita then took my cock and sucked the last bit of my seed into her mouth. She had mardin escort my cum all over her face and it was dripping down on her neck and tits. She was something to behold.

Licking her lips she opened her eyes and looked at me with her cum covered face and said, “Baby you are a cum machine, its just too good for me not to share you.”

I didn’t know what that meant but after we had showered together Anita said to me,

“Matthew I think you are wonderful, and I love that big dick of yours but it is selfish for me to have you all to myself.”

I was a little perplexed but she continued to explain. “You see you are simply too great of a treasure for one woman. What I am trying to say is that I want to share you with a friend. Would you be offended if she fucked you sometime?”

That day I returned home still perplexed but excited about what Anita had asked me to do. She instructed me to be ready at 1:00 and she would drop me off at her friend Sandra’s house.

She also said, “Now I want you to have an open mind when Sandra instructs you. She is a Mistress and you’ll make her happy if you call her that. She won’t hurt you baby, so don’t be frightened by her ways. I guarantee she’ll open up an entire new world of sexual pleasure for you. After Mistress Sandra, you will be a fucking machine…. you’re already the hottest piece of young cock I have ever had, but after a session or two with Sandra you will be amazing!”

Anita dropped me off in front of a high-rise apartment and she instructed me to take the elevator to the top floor. I entered the marble and glass lobby and told the doorman I was here to visit Miss Sandra Rose. He pointed me to the elevator and instructed me to go to the penthouse. The ride to the 30th floor seemed like it took forever. Finally the doors opened on an opulent modernly furnished apartment surrounded by full-length glass windows. Most of the furniture was black leather and chrome and the marble floors were covered with plush rugs, many made of shaggy plush black wool.

As I gazed around my attention was captured by the distinct sound of “tack-tack-tack.” It was the stiletto heals of Sandra’s black thigh-high boots moving toward me. I trembled slightly at the sight of her, she was an erotic fantasy. She had flowing red hair, pale skin and a near perfect figure, I would later learn her measurements to be 34-24-36. She was in her 40’s and she wore a pair of black leather hot pants that were laced up the back. Her ensemble was completed by a black leather bustier that accentuated her waist and pushed her breasts up at the top. As she took long confident strides toward me I could see the succulent flesh of her breasts bounce in the bustier’s leathery embrace.

She stopped a few feet in front of me and gave me a malicious smile, and with her hands on her hips said, “So you are Matthew, my big-dicked boy. Anita has told me so much about you, I can hardly wait to start our little play session.”

I was frozen, amazed and dumb-struck. Sandra moved close to me the tips of her leather-clad breasts grazing my chest. She moved her face so close to mine that I thought she was going to kiss me but she veered away and letting her lips teasingly graze my neck she whispered in my ear, “Mistress Sandra is going to make your fat cock and big balls do things they have never done before, I will teach you how to please me, and you will be begging Mistress to cum all over her hot fucking body.”

With that she turned, and grasped my hand. Striding she lead me through the apartment. She walked seductively, one foot in front of the other as if walking on a painted line. I stared at her narrow waist and lovely full round ass as it moved incredibly in her tight leather pants. The light that flooded her apartment reflected seductively off the glossy curves of her leather attire. My cock was stirring as she took me through a double door that lead into a room with a round bed in the middle.

Sandra pushed me onto the bed and then in a commanding tone told me to take off my clothes. She stood watching me her legs spread in a wide v- shaped stance and she squeezed her breasts through the bustier as she spoke.

“Now cock-boy stand up for your mistress,” she purred. “Take your big fat fuck stick and stroke it for me, right in front of me as I watch you do it. Mistress knows that young men like you can’t help but jack their cocks all the time. Matthew I know you are always playing with that big dick and full balls,” she hissed. “Mistress Sandra knows you think about fucking, and pussy, cum, and licking and sucking every minute of every day. Isn’t that right Matthew?”

“Y-y-y-yes.” I stammered

“YES WHAT!” said Sandra in a loud firm tone.

“Yes Mistress!” I replied.

“Much better my pet.” She said as she told me to lay down on the bed.

My hard cock flopped onto my stomach. Sandra slid onto the bed along side me. Her fingers were slender and delicate, she had long nails done with deep red polish. She ran her hands over my chest nevşehir escort and down to my stomach. She rubbed my thighs always just avoiding my cock and balls. Her administrations were so skillful, the teasing so merciless that I was rock-hard. My cock twitched and pre-cum was starting to ooze out of the slit in my cock head.

Sandra spread my legs and straddled one of my thighs. With her hands holding her weight on my chest she began to grind her crotch against my thigh in a slow circular motion. She looked me straight in the eye, her wicked grin unchanged.

“You see my horse-cock fuck toy, you must always attend to the needs of your mistress. Now your mistress needs to rub her pussy against you. Your Mistress needs a hot wet pussy so she can rub it all over your face, so you can lick Mistress until she feels so fucking wet and hot that she will let you put that big cock into her.”

After several more minutes of her grinding, the pre-cum was starting to puddle on my stomach but I dared not to move. Sandra then dismounted from my leg and as she did she noticed the pre-cum greasing my stomach. She took her right hand and with two fingers collected it and rubbed it on my lips, she said,

“Open up… suck your jizz off my fingers…mmmm that gets mistress wet.”

She pumped her fingers in and out of my mouth, like she was fucking my mouth with her fingers. She scooped more pre-cum off my stomach, still not making contact with my cock, and continued fucking my mouth. I was very turned on and the taste and the smell of my own pre-cum was making me very horny.

“I know you like that Matthew.. you horny little cum licker. If you’re good you can have more.” She taunted as she turned her back and thrust out her ass.

She began to unlace her leather hot pants as she watched me over her shoulder. Painfully slow, she peeled the leather pants down over her beautiful white globes of ass. When she had her hot pants at mid thigh she licked a finger and seductively ran it between her ass cheeks, causing the swollen labia of her shaved pussy to peek from between her thighs. She stepped out of her pants, leaving her boots on, and stood in front of me. I had an unobstructed view of her pussy as she towered above me. It was completely hairless and lovely, with prominent labia and a raised pubic mound. She licked two fingers and ran them between her labia exposing the shiny pink nub of her clitoris.

Using two fingers she rubbed her clit in a circular motion. She then pushed them into her shaved vagina, giving a little “oh” as she moved them slowly in and out. Mistress Sandra then took her fingers, covered in her nectar and rubbed them under my nose. She told me to inhale her aroma deeply. I did as I was told. Her essence was delicate and musky my senses were electrified, I wanted more.

Mistress Sandra sat on the bed beside me and raised her arm. She lowered herself onto my face so her armpit covered my nose and mouth.

She said, “Matthew inhale my scent, like an animal I am in heat, smell my scent, you can’t resist it, you are an animal and you have to fuck me because I am your bitch in heat, your mistress.”

As odd as it may seem the scent of her underarm was not unpleasant or rank. It too was musky with a slight overtone of perfume. I inhaled her scent again and again and it did have a powerful affect on me. I felt as if something in my gut was boiling, uncontrollable in its intensity, a lust like I had never experienced. Mistress was indeed teaching me to connect with my animal-self, a primitive sexual desire, like a drug I needed sex, sex with my mistress.

As I inhaled she took my cock in her hand, there was a good 3″ between her thumb and middle finger as she squeezed my dick. She sat up to give my cock her full attention. She slowly pulled the foreskin back to reveal my well-lubricated cock head. As my cock head appeared from its sheath of velvety skin, she rubbed the slit with the fingers of her left hand. She looked at me and smiled approvingly. Returning her attention to my cock she began to pump it always maintaining a tight grip. I was fully erect at some 9″ and with her free hand she took my balls and cradling them. She gave my scrotum a squeeze and lifted my balls as if to test their weight.

“Yes, now I know why Anita said the other young men call you Bull. I am going to milk these big balls for all the cum they hold. But don’t worry my horny one, I will share,” said Mistress Sandra.

I had no idea what she meant at the time, and truthfully I didn’t care. I was enraptured with lust. I was disheartened when she let my cock flop onto my flat stomach with a “FWAP.” She stood and then grabbing a handful of my hair as she straddled my face.

“Now my lustful young lover — lick my pussy and make it good and wet.”

Sandra pushed her pubic mound into my mouth, my tongue eagerly lapped at her flower. Still holding my head in place by the hair she rotated her hips in a circular motion covering my mouth, chin and nose niğde escort with her flowing juices. Soon my face was completely wet. Mistress instructed me to press my tongue flat against her clit as she worked her hips back and forth. Her breathing was quickening and she spoke in gasps.

“That’s it… you are getting me good and wet, just the way I like it… I am almost ready to mount that big fat fuck stick between your legs.”

She lifted herself off my face. My cock was bouncing off my stomach with every beat of my heart. Sandra climbed onto the bed, one boot-clad foot on either side of my hips. While she was grinding her pussy against my face her breast had escaped from the top of her leather bustier. Her nipples were long and pointy and I longed to suck them. She reached between her legs and placed my cock head against her pussy. Pulling my foreskin back she rubbed the head along her slit as she said in a breathy voice.

“This big fat cock is going to feel so good inside me… stretching my wet pussy… but don’t cum in me Matthew or I will be very, very angry with you!”

Her hands on my chest she worked her hips up and down, an inch at a time, taking more of my cock. With my pulsing meat halfway inside her she leaned over and like a cat licked her own juices off my face. She then for the first time brought her mouth to mine and inserted her tongue. Everything she did was dominant and I found it strangely arousing.

I had not actually touched her as of yet, as she instructed me to follow her directions exactly. She commanded me to grab her ass and squeeze her cheeks hard, and I did as I was told. Now she had my entire cock inside her and she was moving up and down on the full length of my shaft. She would take my fat 9″ cock all the way, and then with it buried all the way to the root she would rock quickly and bounce making slapping noises as her ass made contact with my hips.

A white froth was forming around my shaft as she pounded away. Her eyes were rolling back into her head as she literally screamed out with every thrust. She told me to twist her nipples and I gladly complied and then she gave a long moan as she pushed down on my dick. She was rubbing her clit furiously with her right hand as she repeated, “fuck, fuck, fuck…” It seemed as if all her muscles tightened and her head fell back, she started to cum. I didn’t know what was happening but I could feel hot liquid running down my balls and on my thighs… she was squirting.

I managed to contain my orgasm, partly out of shock and confusion. As she recovered she reached behind herself and massaged my wet balls. She licked her wet fingers and then rubbed them over my face and pushed them into my mouth commanding me to “SUCK!”

Climbing off my rigid cock she said, “Very good Matthew now stand up.”

Kneeling in front of me she spit on my engorged tool and with two hands started stroking it. She would alternate between jacking my dick and sucking on it in a loud and obscene manner. All the while she was staring up at me and saying,

“You’ve been a good boy for mistress and your reward is coming.. I love this big cock… sucking it… stroking it… (SPIT)… yes its all covered with my cum and my spit (SPIT)…. Mmmmm it tastes so good (SLURP)…”

She had unlaced her bustier and was now also rubbing my cock against her breasts and nipples. She said, taking a firm hold of my dick, “Cum Matthew, Mistress wants you to cum now… do it on my hot tits.”

I couldn’t resist any longer, my orgasm hit me like a freight train. Sandra knew exactly how to handle me. She pointed my cock at her chest and pulled the skin back firmly and squeezed. I huge white rope of sperm splattered on the middle of her chest. It must have surprised her in its quantity because she gave a uncharacteristic little yelp of joy. My second shot hit her in the neck and she resumed pumping my snake furiously. Taking the head in her mouth I could feel the suction as I shot another wad down her throat. At this point she grabbed my balls and with just the right amount of pressure she squeezed. Another rope of cum hit her in the face before she could direct my cock down to her tits where I deposited my final wad.

With a look of delight on her face Sandra pushed me back on the bed where I landed in a seated position. She stood on her stiletto healed boots, she was cover in cum from her face to her pussy. Seductively she rubbed it over her naked body paying extra attention to ensure that her lovely tits were well coated in jism.

“Lick it off Matthew! Lick your hot cum off of Mistress’ tits.”

Leaning over slightly she took the back of my head and forced my face between her breasts. She ordered me to clean off her tits and I did as she ordered. She fed me one breast and then the other always guiding me with her hand. The experience was erotic, perverse and very hot. I must say that after what had transpired that afternoon that I didn’t find the fact that I was licking up my own cum unusual. I was in fact enjoying it.

Sandra moaned, “That’s good… get my tits nice and clean and suck on my hard nipples. I can see that you like your own cum. You’re a big-balled cum eater. Now clean off Mistress Sandra’s tummy and work your way down to my pussy like a good boy.”

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My internal clock again failed me and I did not stir until 7am. When my eyes cracked open, I found Kelly sitting on the bed looking at me intently. She leaned forward and stared into my eyes for several seconds and then sat back.

“Is it finally gone,” Kelly asked, “did you take enough of me?”

“Yes, for now,” I whispered.

“For now,” she asked in surprise.

“I don’t see how any man could ever get his fill of you,” I said honestly. “Are you ok?”

She shifted uncomfortably on the bed and twisted her hands together. Her eyes went cloudy for the briefest moment, but then she smiled and re-focused on me. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to wish you a very fond farewell,” she said sadly. She saw my look of worry and continued, “I’m ok, very sore, but ok.”

“I’m very sorry Kelly,” I said sheepishly. “I’ve never… no one has… I should not have done that… not that far.”

She reached out and patted my leg. “I told you to do it and I don’t regret it, especially now that I know you’ve never been like that with anyone before. I’m just sad that I won’t be able to give you a proper goodbye.”

I sat up and moved closer to her so I could take her hand. “Breakfast, good conversation, and maybe a few of those wonderful kisses are all the goodbye I need.”

Kelly smiled happily at me and nodded. “Those I can handle.”

“How about a swim before showering then,” I asked.

“Sure, let me get my suit,” she said as she stood.

“No, don’t bother,” I said as I stood as well.

“Um, ok, but you keep that thing away from me,” she said with a laugh while pointing at my crotch.

“I promise.”

We swam for about a half hour, the cold water jolting both of us fully awake and refreshing us. As we finished up, Kelly stopped me when we were only waist-deep in the water. She pulled me back to her and kissed me repeatedly. I finally stopped her when I felt my cock stir in response.

“Keep that up and you’re going to wake that hunger up,” I said with a squeeze of her ass.

“Just checking to make sure I still could,” she said with a wink. She took my hand and led me toward the cabin. We were halfway there, when her friend Tiffany came around the corner and spotted us.

“Kelly?! What the hell are you doing,” the girl said in shock at our nudity. She looked from Kelly’s face to mine and then to my cock, “oh my god!” We both stood and looked at her in surprise and the seconds ticked by with no one moving. “Shit, aren’t you going to even try to cover up,” she shrieked. Kelly and I both looked at each other and smiled as we said “no” in unison.

“Aren’t you going to look away,” Kelly asked her friend with a grin. Tiffany blushed and sputtered and then finally turned her back on us.

“You said you were going to text me yesterday to tell me if everything was ok, and you never did,” she said in exasperation.

“Ok,” Kelly asked. “I got to dance with the best partner I’ve ever had, got a makeover from a professional stylist, got to wear the sexiest cocktail dress I’ve ever laid eyes on, and to top it off this man fucked my brains out. I’m way, way more than ok.” She walked over to her friend and turned her around to face me. She then kissed Tiffany in a way more than friendly manner and groped one of her tits which caused her to push Kelly away in shock. “In fact, if I thought he’d let me, I’d offer him your sweet little pussy as a going away present.” I scowled at her as she moved behind her friend and looked at me over Tiffany’s shoulder. Based on the look on her poor friends face, I got the feeling that she had just groped her ass as well. “See, he’s scowling at me, probably because he’s wondering how I know he wouldn’t let me do it.”

“Kelly, what the hell has gotten in to you,” her friend gasped while trying not to look at me.

Kelly reached an arm past her friend and pointed at my dick and said simply, “that.” All Tiffany could do was blush deeply and look away.

“Kelly,” I said sternly, “stop tormenting your friend.” I led the way into the cabin and Tiffany immediately retreated to the couch to wait for us. I put on some underwear and a pair of shorts and headed to the kitchen. When Kelly tried to follow me, I turned her back toward the bathroom. “Clean up,” I said and winked at her, “I’ll start breakfast.” I started throwing together a feast sized breakfast of eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, and all the fruit we had left.

“So you cook too,” Tiffany said quietly from doorway. I hadn’t even heard her get up and move across the room.

“Nothing fancy,” I said simply, “just something I’ve been trying to get better at.”

“He’s really pretty amazing,” said Kelly as she emerged freshly showered in a cut off t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts cut sinfully short.

Tiffany leaned in to whisper in Kelly’s ear, but I could still hear it. “I can’t believe you kissed me like that.”

Kelly looked up and noticed me watching, so she replied at normal volume. “I particularly enjoyed the fact that you didn’t pull away,” she teased, beylikdüzü escort which made Tiffany blush again. “I am *so* looking forward to discussing that with you at length tomorrow night,” she said while throwing me a wink and an evil grin.

“I’ve created a monster,” I observed calmly from the stove.

Kelly looked me dead in the eye and said, “you have no idea at all what you’ve created.”

“Are you going to introduce the poor girl,” I asked.

“Oh, right… how rude of me,” Kelly said. “Tiffany, this is Darren Bell, vacationing playboy from Phoenix, Arizona. Darren, this is my best friend Tiffany Jacobs.”

I smiled and said, “hello. Tempe actually, not Phoenix, not that it matters. There’s coffee there if you would like some or OJ in the refrigerator, since the hostess has been neglecting her duties all weekend.”

“You know,” said Kelly ignoring me, “Tiffany is considering ASU as well, maybe she…”

“No,” I said loudly making both girls jump. My voice took on a cold, menacing tone, mostly because for the first time since I met her, Kelly had roused my true anger. “That’s not for you to discuss, let alone recommend,” I said flatly. Before I could get my anger under control I let a rather hurtful comment slip. “I know you’re just a teenager, but I would have thought the things I shared with you would be treated with a little more respect.” The hurt showed in her eyes immediately and I ground my teeth in frustration.

“I’m sorry,” Kelly whispered as her eyes moistened. “That… I’m just a stupid and foolish girl,” she said and looked down at her feet.

I quickly walked over to her and hugged her. “You’re young and you’re allowed to be foolish, but you’ve never been stupid,” I said softly. We stood in silence for several seconds with Tiffany looking on awkwardly. “I’m afraid she won’t be able to explain this for a long while,” I said to Tiffany, “but someday, maybe.”

Kelly prodded me in the ribs as she said, “don’t let the eggs burn.” I quickly retreated to the stove and finished breakfast. I neatly served up three plates of food and filled glasses with milk or orange juice as requested. We ate quietly for several minutes before Kelly finally broke the awkward silence.

“Tiff, I’m sorry I never texted you and made you drive all this way to check on me. I really am ok, as I hope you can see.”

Tiffany waved dismissively, “quite alright. I’m kinda glad I got to meet your mystery man, even if he is kind of intimidating.”

“Ah, sorry for that,” I said to Tiffany, “Kelly here seems to have the rather annoying habit of being able to push just the right buttons.”

“Oh, tell me about it. You should have heard her on the phone with David when she found those pictures on Instagram. I thought I was going to witness the first ever death by verbal assault.” I chuckled at Tiffany’s description, mostly because I *could* imagine it.

“She exaggerates,” Kelly said rolling her eyes.

“Of course she does,” I said laughing harder at her. “I can’t at all imagine your voluble discourse with your ex,” I said.

Kelly smiled and said, “ok, maybe I was a little loquacious.”

“Positively garrulous,” I asked.

“An over-developed communicative nature you might say,” she agreed laughing.

“You two are nerds,” Tiffany said with a grin which set us all laughing all over again.

I cleaned up breakfast while Tiffany and Kelly said their goodbyes. She thanked me for breakfast and reiterated her relief at finding her friend in good hands. When she heard Tiffany’s car pull away, she hugged me tightly.

“I really am sorry, I can be a bit foolish at times, but I should never hurt someone because of it.”

“It’s ok,” I said with a smile and kissed her. “Besides, who can stay mad at a girl with an ass like this in these shorts,” I said as I squeezed one butt cheek. She pulled me down to the couch and straddled my lap so she could bury her head in my shoulder.

“I know what you want,” she whispered, “and I’m going to get some toys to practice and when I’m ready, it’ll be all yours,” she whispered lustily in my ear. Just like that she re-ignited the hunger in me and I squeezed her ass with both hands while I ground myself against her.

“You’re a shameless flirt and tease,” I growled back at her.

We made out on the couch for several minutes and I let my hands roam over her body. I finally stopped when I felt wetness on her cheeks. When I pulled back I saw tears streaming down her face.

“What’s wrong,” I asked.

“This really has been the most amazing weekend of my entire life,” she said. “I don’t want it to end. I don’t want you to leave.”

“You want me to stay longer,” I asked with a smile.

“Stay. Take me with you. Whatever you want, I just want to be with you,” she said sadly.

I kissed her in response and then said, “you know I can’t really do either. You have the rest of your life to get on with, remember.”

“Yeah, I know,” she sighed.

“Kelly,” I said firmly, adana escort “I meant what I said. You have to make your choice of school for the right reasons. No matter where you end up, you still have my card and I am just a text or call away.

“Right then,” she said with certainty. “Take me home, I have a lot to think about and a friend to corrupt,” she said with a smile.

I sighed at her. “Kelly, it was never my intent to turn you into something. I just want you to be you, on your own, in your art, and with everyone else. Don’t do things just to try and manipulate people, please.”

“I know, sheesh! Can we stop being serious now, I’m too young for this much seriousness.”

“Ah, sorry, yes,” I said with a smile, “carry on being a teenager then.”

It took a while to load the car and when I started to clean up the trash and dirty dishes, Kelly stopped me.

“Leave it, I’ll come back later and deal with it. It’s the least I can do for all the cooking you did.”

When we headed to the car, Kelly started to take off her shirt and it was my turn to stop her.

“Topless at midnight is one thing, but in broad daylight we’ll get a lot more attention than we want.”

The drive felt shorter than it was, and passed mostly in silence. When we got back to her house, I retrieved her bag and one garment bag.

“That’s not mine,” Kelly said.

“It is now. The dress, shoes, purse, and…”

“Yes, yes, the thong, I remember.”

“Sorry, it was my favorite part,” I said with a smile.

“But you didn’t even really see me in it, by the time you did, I was taking it off,” she pointed out.

“And yet you wore it. You could have left your regular underwear on, but you didn’t. What a woman wears isn’t nearly as important as why.”

She hugged me tightly, gave me a passionate kiss, and disappeared into the house without another word.

My drive home was uneventful and I was soon back at work catching up on a couple of days’ worth of missed work. It was a full week before I was able to focus completely on the work. A week after that, when my thoughts only drifted to Kelly once or twice a day, she sent a simple one sentence text putting all the decision making right square back in my lap.

‘Chose ASU. Need to know if I have to pay for a dorm.’ After that, I couldn’t focus on much of anything.

‘Need to think on it, how long before they need an answer,’ I sent back.

‘Not sure, think they auto-enroll freshmen anyway, so probably have until shortly before classes start to tell them I won’t need one.’

‘Give me a couple days and I will let you know,’ I said trying to buy some time.

‘I’m playing dirty, maybe this will help,’ was her reply attached to a picture of her in the cocktail dress. This was followed by a picture of just her ass in the thong. I spent an entire weekend trying to convince myself to stick to my rules and let her spend at least a year in the dorms. I had a laundry list of reasons I iterated through repeatedly in my head. But it was a losing battle. For every reason I brought to bear, my mind conjured an image of Kelly from our weekend or her screams would echo through my head. Finally, late on Sunday night I sent her a response.

‘Ok, you can stay at the house. Details to be worked out when you arrive.’

‘Thank you! Do I tell my parents I’m staying with a friend?’

‘Renting with other students. No unannounced visits, are they dropping you off?’

‘No, will be driving out myself. Send me the address and I will see you in six weeks.’

I sent her the address of my own house, knowing there would be details to work out before she moved in. Fortunately, she did not contact me during the intervening six weeks and my mind settled somewhat. By throwing myself into work, those six weeks passed in the blink of an eye. I took the day off to make sure I was there when Kelly arrived. She was driving a newish looking car, probably a graduation gift from her parents and I made note of the plate so I could pass it on to Frank. Kelly practically jumped out of the car and tried to hug me, but I kept her at arm’s length.

“You may want to wait until the agreement is drafted before you go celebrating,” I said.

“I’m not celebrating, I just wanted a hug after driving all the way across the country,” Kelly said with a pout.

I cursed my self defense mechanisms and hugged her, but avoided any chance of a kiss. “It’s good to see you Kelly. Do you need anything, or shall we jump right to business,” I asked.

“It’s Friday, I thought ‘business’ wouldn’t happen until Monday?”

“No, I have the meeting scheduled but there is no firm start time. If you need to freshen up or get breakfast first, there is time.”

“I’m fine, handled all that in Tucson before I left this morning. I’m all yours,” she said playfully.

“Very well, let me get the car,” I said as I texted Frank. When the black town car pulled around from behind the house Kelly looked disappointed.

“I was hoping for the convertible,” afyon escort she said with a shrug and sheepish smile.

Frank exited the vehicle and opened the passenger door for us, but I stopped Kelly from entering right away.

“Kelly, this is Frank, Frank, this is Kelly. She’s the first tenant of the house for this semester.” Kelly and Frank shook hands dutifully. I handed Kelly a card with Frank’s contact information. “If you need a ride to or from the house, you call Frank. No friends or taxis picking up or dropping off are allowed I am afraid, but we’ll go over that in a bit with Deborah. If you have any problems with your car, you also call Frank. He knows his way around a car like you know your way around a dance floor.”

“So he’s an amateur mechanic then,” Kelly said with a grin which caused Frank to scowl slightly.

“Ok, he knows his way around a car like *I* know my way around a dance floor,” I retorted.

“Ah, then he’s a formerly great mechanic getting by on style rather than substance,” Kelly quipped which caused Frank to laugh.

“Oh, I like you already,” chuckled Frank.

I muttered under my breath at both of them and gave up and ushered Kelly into the car. Twenty minutes later we pulled up outside a building in a rather fancy looking Scottsdale business park. I led Kelly up an elevator to an office on the top floor where we were greeted by a secretary outside a largish corner office. The secretary’s phone rang while I was giving her my name and I heard a “send them in” come through the receiver. As we entered the room and before we could sit, I saw Kelly look at Deborah’s left hand. She didn’t look long, but Deborah noticed and looked at Kelly shrewdly until she could draw her eyes upward from her hand, then she looked at me intently with a furrowed brow and pursed lips.

“You… you told her,” Deborah said in shock.

“I… well… I’m sorry,” I stuttered in embarrassment.

Deborah stood and came around her desk to give me a rather awkward hug. “Darren my lovely man, don’t you dare apologize. I am in no way embarrassed or ashamed of my past, even the grimy, dirty parts you pulled me out of. I’m just… you’ve never told *anyone* before… ever. Who is this remarkable young woman to pry such a story out of you,” she said as she turned to Kelly.

“Um, I’m Kelly,” she said hesitantly.

“We have *so* much to talk about Kelly,” Deborah said enthusiastically and then turned back to me. “Are you working today,” she asked.

“No.”

“Then shoo,” she said motioning me out of her office. “We should be done by 4pm, but I will call you when we are ready.”

“Four,” I said in shock, “this should only take an hour or two.”

“I said four and I meant four, unless I call you first. Go find something to entertain yourself in the meantime, but you’ll have to do without Kelly here until I finish with her. I will text you if I need any details from your end. Oh, is there a basic starting point?”

“Dance and choreography. Perhaps business. I haven’t really had a chance to discuss it with her and was hoping to do that here.”

“Very well, we’ll manage for a bit on that,” said Deborah primly. “Now off you go,” she said and shoved him unceremoniously out the door.

I didn’t know it at the time, but Kelly followed me with her eyes as I walked back through the lobby toward the elevator.

“Oh, this is worse than I thought,” Deborah said as she in turn watched Kelly.

Kelly snapped her head back around and said, “what?”

“You’re in love with him,” she said which caused Kelly to blush deeply.

“Is it that obvious,” Kelly whispered.

“Yes, but don’t be embarrassed. Every girl that has ever passed through the ‘toybox’ has been, in some way or another. But I suspect you might be different. Very different.” Deborah said happily. Her bubbly excitement was beginning to affect Kelly and she started to relax and feel comfortable around the woman. She sat in one of the chairs while Deborah reclaimed her seat behind the desk. “How old are you?”

“Eighteen,” Kelly answered dutifully.

“And another rule broken. I gather he’s already, um… that you’ve…”

“Yes,” said Kelly, “and he said that was a rule too.”

“It is. Do you have any… issues… drugs, alcohol, abuse, family troubles, that sort of thing?”

“No. I think he’d say I’m not very confident in my dancing ability. I enjoy choreography more anyhow, and I’m currently enrolled in the dancing education program.”

“Right, so possible internship some day with his company and training and encouragement in the meantime. Not exactly a broken rule, but the girls in the house tend to have bigger problems.”

“So I might… I mean he could be helping someone,” Kelly said softly.

“Certainly, but you may very well be the first girl in the house that could help him,” Deborah said with a wink. “However, I do feel I need to ask… are you sure this isn’t some sort of puppy love, for lack of a better term.”

“I know I’m young, so I won’t pretend I’m all that certain of anything, but… I don’t think so. I’ll certainly know that for sure after I spend time in the house though.”

“And when or why do you think he might be in love with you?”

“When he danced for me,” Kelly answered immediately.

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Simon chuckled to himself at the sight of the bearded man in his sparkly red dress stumbling over from the bar, beer in hand. He clearly had been drinking but the oversized, high heeled shoes didn’t help for keeping his balance either. The group of friends cheered as the guy returned to them and raised their full glasses in celebration. All were talking too loud and laughing too often for Simon’s liking. It didn’t fit his mood at all. In fact it only reminded him of the very reason he still felt somewhat miserable in the first place.

The guys were obviously enjoying the dressed-up man’s last night as a free man. The poor soul was made to look like Jessica Rabbit with a big pair of fake breasts dangling around his neck to complete the outfit. However the bad wig, bushy beard and smeared lipstick made him look more like a bad drag-act instead. Tomorrow morning he’d wake up with a huge hangover and dress up in a different kind of costume, only to be tied down by some pretty girl he’d walk on eggshells for, for the rest of his life.

“Better enjoy those heels while you can, buddy!” Simon thought out loud and took another swig of his beer.

“I’m afraid he’s already taken,” a warm voice spoke behind his back and Simon turned around to face a middle aged woman smiling at him. “Besides…I don’t think your equipment is his cup of tea,” she said while waving a hand towards his groin area.

“Oh, I’m not into…”Simon stuttered, feeling his cheeks burn up as the woman’s straightforwardness had caught him off guard.

“No? Is it the hair?” she asked with a cheeky grin.

He wondered if the question was inspired by the amount of alcohol in her blood and eyed her drink closely.

As if she could read his mind she answered him, “A virgin margarita…” and emptied her glass.

“In case you want to buy me another one,” she added while winking at him.

That made Simon smile and he nodded his head while picking up her glass to get a refill at the bar.

While waiting for the drinks he glanced back and saw the woman sitting down at his table. He wondered who she was and why she had come up to him. Even though Simon had been coming into the pub frequently the past few weeks he hadn’t seen her before so she hardly could be one of the regulars. He wasn’t looking for company and secretly hoped all she was after was a free drink. Perhaps she was just meeting a friend and her chat with him was just to pass the time waiting.

Walking back to the table Simon decided he would make the best of it. With a polite smile he put the drinks down and took the seat opposite his new table guest.

“Thank you,” she replied with a warm, radiant grin on her face. It made her look confident and comfortable with the situation. Raising the glass to her red lips she kept her eyes focused on his. Her attention did something to him and Simon suddenly felt intrigued by this woman.

“So… Do you come here often?” Simon asked and immediately cringed at his own cheesy pick up line.

She laughed in response and shook her head, “I don’t…but you seem to do so lately.”

Simon raised an eyebrow at her words. They sounded like more than a well educated guess but she couldn’t possibly know about his evening drinks from the past few weeks. It wasn’t something he was proud of and Simon had even kept it from his friends and co-workers. For a moment he feared this lady was a friend of his mum who had sent her over to check up on him. She seemed the same age as her but even though his mother was a bit…special…she surely wouldn’t think up an idea this crazy.

“I’m sorry….I didn’t catch your name,” Simon tried, raking his mind on who she could be.

“How rude of me! I didn’t even introduce myself,” she replied and stretched her arm out towards him, “I’m Anne, nice to meet you…?”

“Simon,” he replied while shaking her hand. It was soft and warm but felt firm as he squeezed it lightly.

“Nice to meet you, Simon.”

“And you, Anne.” Simon felt himself relax a bit now that he realised he was as much a stranger to her as she was to him.

They were both silent for a moment, staring at each other while sipping their drinks. For a split second Anne even seemed a little nervous to Simon but she quickly recovered and leaned towards him over the table.

“Look, I know this sounds crazy…” Anne said, biting her lip as she appeared to gather her thoughts. “And it’s a bit out of my comfort zone too,” she continued while her fingers dreamily ran up and down the stem of her glass.

All Simon could do was sit and wait patiently at what she had to say. Not that he minded much. Her red lips were a treat to stare at and he caught himself wondering if they’d feel as warm and soft as her hand did.

“It’s just…I’ve seen you coming here a good few times lately and you kinda caught my eye,” Anne confessed while staring him down. She raised her drink to her lips and sipped it while waiting for his reply.

Simon felt his cheeks burn up and awkwardly shifted in his seat. She had seen him?! The few kayseri escort beers on a regular night weren’t enough to get him too drunk to recall an evening. It was true that lately he’d been coming into Robinson’s more often, but he would have remembered seeing her for sure.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. Must have been too focused on myself, ” Simon replied, not wanting to call her a liar.

A soft chuckle was her response, “I’m too old to go to bars and cafes really.”

“You’re never too old to go out for a drink!”

Looking up at Simon she smiled warmly, “I live across the street.”

He nodded at her words. That made enough sense and would explain how she had seen him but he had never noticed her. At the same time a thought crossed his mind. Why did she observe the entrance to a bar on a regular base? Was there someone she was keeping an eye on that was drinking…a husband perhaps? Were there some ulterior motives for making small talk with a stranger?

Anne didn’t seem to mind the other people around the bar however and she was solely focused on Simon. It made him feel somewhat apprehensive that a lady like Anne would just come up to a guy like him. A few moments passed before he could bring up the courage to ask her about it.

“What made you decide to come into Robinson’s today?”

She shrugged her shoulders and gave him a shy smile, “I guess I finally felt bold enough to take a gamble.”

Her choice of words piqued his interest and Simon leaned forward a bit as if she was going to tell him a secret.

“You see, I normally wouldn’t dare to just strike up a conversation with a handsome young man like you.”

Simon huffed in response and slowly shook his head. No woman had ever called him handsome before but he felt somewhat flattered by her remark.

“A friend of mine suggested it actually,” Anne continued. “According to her, I should get out more and just have a good time with somebody new.”

He was listening to her attentively while his eyes kept dropping to her red lips every now and then. Unsure of how to react to her explanation he raised an eyebrow, “Somebody new..?”

“Yes, somebody to get me out of my daily…grind.”

Simon felt a little confused at her intentions but didn’t want to offend the woman sitting in front of him by asking inappropriate questions. He decided to go for a safe reply instead, “It’s always good to get out of the house and meet new people.”

“Yes… But that’s not exactly what I mean…” Anne responded with a somewhat mysterious look in her eyes.

She licked her lip and Simon couldn’t help but stare at the seductive gesture. It was obvious that she was flirting with him, but he was still trying to make up his mind on how he wanted to react to it. Surely she was a good bit older than him, heck she could have been his mother. But somehow that didn’t seem to bother her. They sat opposite each other in silence for a few moments, just sharing nervous smiles until Anne cleared her throat.

“So… Are you going to tell me?”

“Tell you what?” Simon asked with an easy smile on his face before taking another sip of his beer.

“Who broke your heart?”

Simon coughed in response, almost choking on his drink. “Who… broke my heart?”

Anne nodded her head, a warm smile on her lips. “I can’t think of anything else that would make a guy like you look gloomy for days… or weeks even.” She placed her glass on the table in front of her and leaned closer towards Simon with a serious look on her face.
“Look…I know it’s none of my business, but I think you’re too young to act exasperated about life and love.”

He didn’t reply right away and let her words sink in for a moment. It became more and more evident that this woman had been observing him for some time. To Simon’s surprise she’d drawn the right conclusions by just looking at him. If she could read him like that there was little point in trying to make up a story. Instead, he sighed deeply and leaned back in his chair. Avoiding her eyes, he reached into the pocket of his jacket hanging over the back of the seat. He pulled out a small box covered in black velvet.

Anne’s eyes opened wide at the sight of the object but she quickly recovered and smiled the same warm smile at him. There was a compassionate look on her face as she whispered softly, “That serious…?”

Simon shrugged his shoulders, still not looking up at his new acquaintance. He felt somewhat awkward at sharing this piece of personal information. “I guess I was more serious than her…” Simon replied with a sad sound to his voice while fiddling around with the box.

“Can I see it?”

“Sorry?”

“Can I see the ring?” Anne asked, offering him a sweet smile when he finally looked up at her again.

The question caught him off guard but he nodded his head and opened the box. He turned it around and showed her the dainty silver ring inside. “It’s not that impressive but-“

“It’s lovely!” Anne interrupted him as she reached forward.

Simon kıbrıs escort quickly snapped the box shut and withdrew his hand. Blushing at his own sudden reaction he looked up to her face and apologised to Anne, “Sorry…”

“No need for sorry. It’s a very personal object.”

He nodded in agreement and smiled weakly at the woman in front of him. “Thank you for understanding. It just seems that I’m unable to part with it.”

“With it…or with the idea of…her?” Anne asked cautiously.

He shrugged his shoulders as he thought for a moment, “Both, I guess.”

Simon looked into Anne’s eyes, trying to read her mind. It seemed like she wasn’t judging him for clinging onto the engagement ring. She appeared to be genuinely interested in his story. For a good while he’d been wallowing in self-pity but perhaps it was time to try and move on.

“I thought she was the one,” he continued, “and it seemed time to settle down.”

“How long have you been together?”

“It would have been two years last week…but she’s already moved on to have fun with other guys.”

Anne slowly nodded her head and gave him an empathic smile as she realised they had officially broken up. They were both quiet for a few moments before she spoke up again, trying to lift the mood a bit, “You’re way too young for marriage anyway, have you even finished school yet?”

Simon laughed in return, thankful for her attempt to break the awkward silence. Leaning back towards her again he teasingly winked at her, “I realise that you’re ol- more mature than me but I’m not that young and unknowing.”

“Were you going to call me old?” Anne asked with a grin on her face.

“I wouldn’t dare, ma’am…” Simon replied. Shaking his head while holding her gaze to test her reaction.

She bit her lip to hide a cheeky grin, feeling tension between them grow stronger. “My sons are your age and they call me ancient all the time.”

He narrowed his eyes at her, “You’re not ancient, just older than me. Most things only get better with age anyway… Just like good wine.”

“Or cheese…”

“But you’re not salty,” he replied with a full grin on his face.

“How can you say that without ever tasting me?”

The line was just a joking tease but as Anne leaned closer, Simon found himself staring at her red lips once again. He wondered if she would let him kiss her. She seemed more than fine with their flirtatious banter, but that didn’t mean he was allowed to make a real move on her. At the same time he realised that she was the one that had come up to him. Something she wouldn’t have done in case she wasn’t interested in any interaction. The simple question was: what sort of interaction was she hoping for?

His eyes flicked down to her mouth again and without thinking he licked his lips. She noticed it and smiled before biting down on her bottom lip teasingly to test his reaction.

Simon held her stare for a moment before he spoke in a seductive whisper, “So, you live across the street?”

Anne replied without breaking eye contact, a sly grin on her face, “I do indeed, wanna see?”

And that’s when they both knew…

*****

Simon was staring at the silver picture frame standing on the desk in front of him. In it was a picture of a family. A man, his wife and two young boys. The woman in the picture looked familiar to Simon and there was no doubt in his mind that he was looking at a younger Anne. All were smiling and the way the man had his arm wrapped around Anne’s shoulder made them look like a happy family. Simon immediately felt a twinge of jealousy because of it.

He carefully picked up the frame to inspect the picture better. The two boys, unmistakably brothers, had the same curly hair as the man standing behind them. Simon didn’t have any siblings himself and his father had more than once mentioned to him how he had been an accident. When his parents divorced, Simon was relieved to see his father leave and it had been years since he last saw him. Though the connection with his mother was still there it had grown somewhat cold when she more or less agreed to what his father had said about Simon’s birth being unplanned.

Simon wanted nothing more than to start a family of his own. To be the husband his mother needed and to be the father he never truly had. But mostly to prove to himself he could be part of a loving bond between people and feel like he mattered. The rejection of his proposal had hit him like a slap in the face and even Simon himself was surprised at how long it had taken him to recover from the heartbreak. Even now he was squeezing his hand around the little box in the pocket of his jacket while staring at the family portrait. It was as if he just didn’t dare to let go.

Anne’s voice pulled him from his thoughts as she entered the room.

“You’re allowed to take off your coat if you want,” she said with a giggle, “I don’t think it’s that cold in here.”

Simon carefully placed the photo frame back on the desk and turned towards her with a smile, “You’re right, konya escort it’s a lovely warm and cosy place.”

Anne shrugged her shoulders, “I guess so, it’s home to me at least.”

She sat down on the big sofa and expectantly looked up at Simon. He nodded at her reply, took his jacket off and draped it over the back of the sofa before sitting down as well.

Assuming there had been a divorce, Simon asked cautiously, “Is it home to… just you?” while he eyed the family photo on the desk.

Anne followed his stare and nodded her head slowly. “I didn’t want to stay in his house after his death.”

The words had caught Simon of guard and he immediately regretted bringing it up, “I eh…I didn’t know, I’m sorry-“

“Oh, don’t worry about that. If the accident hadn’t happened, I might have pushed him off a cliff myself!” Anne replied with a giggle.

Even though Simon’s curiosity was piqued, he didn’t want to push for any details. The giggle had thrown him off and he felt his face heating up as he was lost for words, “He… When eh-“

Anne noticed his discomfort and slowly shook her head, “I’m just playing…well sort of. Joe died in a car crash, nine years ago.”

She stood up and walked over to the desk, picking up the frame just like Simon had done. Appearing lost in thoughts, she mindlessly stroked her finger over the picture.

“This was when we were still happily in love, or at least I was,” she continued. “Before I knew he was screwing his secretary.”

“Ouch,” Simon replied, recognizing the feeling of being betrayed. He looked up at her and saw the hurt in her eyes as he realised that the family photo was just like his ring. A souvenir from good times and good memories.

“Yeah,” Anne sighed while placing the picture back, “I don’t even blame him really. She’s a gorgeous blonde with big…talents, twenty years younger and better looking than his old missus at home.”

For the first time Simon saw a fragile side of Anne. Where she had appeared confident from the very first moment she’d sat down with him at the bar, she now seemed a woman with a broken heart. In an attempt to comfort her, Simon got up and stood behind her. He hesitated for a moment before gently placing his hand on her hip.

“Hey now, don’t be like that,” Simon whispered, while turning her to face him. “You’re a beautiful woman, Anne.”

“Well now, I know I’m not-“

“Shush,” Simon placed his fingertip on her lips to silence Anne. He felt hesitant about it, but there was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to kiss her so he did the first thing that came to mind and simply asked her.

“Can I kiss you, Anne?”

Her eyes widened at his request but she slowly nodded her head and puckered her mouth against his finger. He immediately reacted and pulled her closer before locking his lips with hers, drawing a soft moan from Anne. Her lips were softer than Simon imagined them to be. He savoured the moment of intimate contact for a bit before pulling back again.

“There…” Simon said, as if the kiss had been a statement.

Anne’s cheeks blushed bright red, but the brief kiss had given her a new sort of determination. She leaned in against his chest and planted another kiss on his lips before pulling back with a cheeky smile. It made Simon chuckle for a moment but soon enough he felt the tension between them grow as her eyes sparked with desire.

The next kiss lasted longer as Simon dared to part his lips and push his tongue against her soft lips. His tongue traced her mouth teasingly slow before pushing forward as if to beg for entrance. Anne moaned softly and granted access, her tongue darting out towards his to start a slow dance for dominance. All the while their hands were caressing and stroking up and down each other’s arms.

Simon placed his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer against his chest. Anne moaned into the kiss and snaked her arm up around his shoulders to place her hand on the back of his neck. Her fingertips lazily played around with his hair as they stood there kissing for minutes.

It was Anne that broke the kiss as she leaned back with a soft gasp. She looked up at his face, her cheeks blushing as she had a mischievous look in her eyes.

“Simon?” she asked while teasingly tugging the collar of his shirt, “Would you like to see my bedroom?”

He swallowed hard and contemplated the offer. Was she suggesting what he thought she was suggesting? She couldn’t possibly want him in her bed.

“Eh, Anne…I don’t know how to react to that,” he said while nervously running his hand through his hair.

“You can laugh about it if you think I’m a daft woman.”

He shook his head at her reply, “No, not at all. I just didn’t want to assume you meant…you know.” Simon rolled his eyes as if the idea of the two of them in bed together was improbable.

She smiled again and took his hand. While bringing his fingers to her lips she locked eyes with him and whispered softly before kissing his hand, “And what if I mean exactly THAT..?”

Simon looked at the woman in front of him and watched as her red lips kissed his hand. He swallowed hard at her suggestive tone. It was more than a flirtatious remark. It was a clear invitation to her bedroom and still he felt unsure about what was happening.

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This story is the sixth of a series, which began with A Knee, A Rub, A Beer and A Babe and continued with similarly named stories.

The first story introduced Jake to the gorgeous, red-haired Suz and described their kinky encounter at a slightly darkened bar. The second story found Jake and Suz about leave the bar, when Suz’s incredible, dark-haired, and longtime lover, Michele, the bartender in the first story, asked to join them. Of course, Jake and Suz agree, and the story describes their late night escapade. The third story continues in the wee hours of the next morning as Michele seduces Jake. The fourth story picks up later that morning with Suz and Jake in their own duet, followed by a serious talk, and concluding with Michele and Jake giving Suz a “doubly” fulfilling workout. The fifth story begins with Jake declining the opportunity of sex with his friends because he has a tennis match, but continues with the women in their own twosome. Later the women treat Jake to a trim, a shave and much more.

This sixth story begins with Jake, Suz and Michele getting ready to go out for dinner with three women.

I offer both public tribute and my deepest appreciation to adetaildiva for her invaluable assistance as a volunteer editor. She’s fixed my grammar, placed my commas, answered my many, silly questions, suggested words and thoughts here and there, and generally ‘rattled’ [her word] at me when I was completely off base.

* * *

“I know Evelyn and Jenny are a couple, but I don’t know if Tanya is just a friend, or if the three of them have some sort of a more complicated relationship,” Suz explained in response to her lover’s question.

“Evelyn’s the one who’s your client, right?” Michele asked.

“Yes, she is. We’ve done several ad campaigns for her vineyard over the last couple of years. She can be a bit extreme at times. Oh, I haven’t told her we’re bringing Jake to dinner.”

“I wonder how Jake will react to seeing her?”

I interrupted the women’s conversation as I called upstairs to the bedroom from my home’s main floor, “Which of you owns the Jetta?”

“I do,” came Michele’s voice.

“Throw down your keys so I can move it.”

Michele’s head poked over the half wall which separates the bedroom above from the living room below. She smiled and told me, “Catch.”

She tossed and I caught.

A few minutes later I was back inside. I’d moved Michele’s car away from the garage door, pulled my Jeep into the garage, and backed my toy out of the garage. I was set to drive the women to Faccagnini’s for dinner.

Soon I heard the sound of feet descending the stairs. I looked up and there were two women, looking different than I’d seen them before.

Suz wore long tan gauchos, darker tan nylons (thigh highs I suspected), light-green, three-inch sandals and a lace camisole which hinted at what lay beneath and matched her shoes. She topped it all off with a short scalloped-edged, dark-brown tailored blazer. Her lips matched her crimson nails which matched the thick hair she had teased just enough to create a sensual, come hither look.

Michele wore shorter black gauchos, black nylons, black heeled and strapped sandals and a white, mostly unbuttoned tuxedo shirt. Her neck bore a silver collar from which dangled a two inch silver and red ying-yang circle. Her lips were pale and her dark hair was long and straight. Dangling earrings matched her collar and circle.

“Do you like?” Suz asked with her left arm draped over Michele’s shoulders, her head bent sideways touching the top of Michele’s head, and her right hand sliding inside Michele’s open shirt, I’d guess finding a naked nipple.

I just stood and stared way too long before responding, “You guys can’t go out looking like that. No way.”

Two mouths dropped from wide smiles into semi-concerned frowns of hurt and sadness.

“If you go in those get ups, I won’t stand a chance of being by your sides at the end of the evening. You’re so hot you’ll be gobbled up by every stud and horny woman in the restaurant.”

“Don’t worry about that. We have plans for you before the night’s finished,” Michele teased, as she lowered her head, closed her eyes and swooned, “Um, that feels nice. Pinch it harder, babe.”

“Let’s be off then,” I proposed.

We walked out the front door and down the sidewalk past the garage. They both stopped dead in their tracks.

“Where’s the Jeep, Jake?” someone asked.

“It’s in the garage. I thought we’d take my toy tonight. It’s getting on into autumn, and I’m not sure how many more times I’ll have this old sweetheart out.”

“What is it?” Michele asked, stroking its sleek black hood as sensually as she’d ever stroked a certain redhead’s smooth thigh.

“It’s just an old BMW.”

“It doesn’t look like any BMW I’ve ever seen,” Suz observed.

“There never were a lot of them, and even fewer are around now. BMW made them for eight or nine years in the late eighties and early nineties. This one’s a 1988 vintage. Officially it’s alanya escort an 850ci. It fits four adults, but it’s both lower and sleeker than today’s sedan models. Wait until you ride in it. You’ll feel raw power beneath you.”

“Um, I love raw power in me, oops, I mean beneath me,” Michele teased.

I refused to take that bait and instead offered, “I’ll chauffeur if you two’d like the back seat. It might be a bit more—comfortable for you back there,” I smiled as I opened a door. They climbed in and slid to the center of the seat.

“You sit up there and drive, Jake. Check out your mirror. Can you see us?” Suz asked.

“I sure can. Enjoy your ride.”

“Be assured. I always enjoy riding Michele.”

I started up the car, turned my head to back out of the driveway, but all I saw was two mouths attacking each other. I chuckled as we hit the street and were on our way.

It was difficult keeping my eyes on the road, what with the show going on behind me. I saw mouths. I saw hands. For a minute, a heel found it’s way into my lap. A toe slid past my ear and cheek and threatened my mouth until I grabbed it and bit it. A mouth found my neck and took liberties with me until I shooed it away. A hand reached into my crotch and massaged before making an attempt at my zipper. I slapped that hand away. All in all, Michele and Suz were two unruly passengers. I loved every minute of our drive.

“Show us how fast it’ll go, Jake,” Michele asked.

“How fast do you want to go?”

“I want to go a hundred. Will it go that fast?”

“We’re already going over a hundred.”

“How fast does it go?” Suz asked.

“I’ve had it up to 155 on an enclosed track. I’m told that if someone took the governor off it’d go even faster, but I’ve never tried that.”

“I thought I felt power in my groin,” teased Michele. “Am I going to get some man-power from you later tonight, Jake?”

“I don’t know, Michele. I’ve been pretty active in that category for the last twenty-four hours. Your getting power from me tonight just might depend on exactly how talented you two really are,” I challenged.

“Don’t worry about that, mister,” answered Suz. “We’re talented.”

And then we were there. I exited the expressway, turned right, drove the short distance into the small town, turned left at the traffic light, drove another half mile, turned left, parked and began opening car doors. Two incredible women took a moment to straighten themselves. When finished, they exited and grabbed my arms. We eschewed Faccagnini’s front door in favor of the door through their wine and cigar shop, where we browsed for a few minutes, and continued into the reception area.

There stood Anna, hands on her seventy-five or eighty year old hips, staring at the three of us and shaking her head in disbelief.

Faccagnini’s is a family owned and operated restaurant which Anna’s parents opened more than seventy years ago. They operated it for a while, then Anna and her now deceased husband took over, then their children took over and now her grandchildren were involved as well. Anna still acts as the official greeter and also oversees the gardens which grow almost all their own produce in the summer months.

Suz and Michele separated from me and made their greetings with quick hugs and cheek pecks all around for the three women.

“Where did you two find this man, but more importantly, why did you find him?” Anna asked in her staccato and accented voice, apparently knowing of the women’s long relationship.

“He comes into my bar every now and then,” Michele answered. “Last night Suz was there also. She and Jake kind of hit it off and invited me to join them at a party after work. We all had a good time and so here we are.”

Anna smiled and nodded her head as though she actually believed Michele’s version of the truth. She turned her head to me, spread her arms and announced, “Jake, I’ve not seen you for more than a year. I heard you’ve been sick with the cancer, but you look well now. It’s so good to see you again, my friend.”

“Anna, it’s wonderful to be back,” I responded as I walked into her hug. “You’re right about my having been ill, but the cancer’s gone, and I’m healthier each day. I see you already know my two, ah, nurses.”

That comment garnered toe-tapping and arms-crossed glares from both Suz and Michele.

“Oh, I know them all right, Jake. You be careful of them. And you two: Jake I’ve known longer than I’ve known you. He’s a good man. You be nice for him.” Anna cautioned. “Now, let me take you to your table. The rest of your group already is here.”

Anna walked us into the older section of the restaurant and led us to a large table overlooking an antique water wheel seemingly paddling it’s way along the river flowing next to the restaurant. Ours was an excellent table with a fine view.

As we approached the table, something in the back of my brain wondered if I recognized two of the three women already seated there.

Anna began to make the artvin escort introductions, “Suz, I think you already know these women, but Michele and Jake, you don’t…”

“I’m not so sure about that, Anna.”

Just then one of the women, an older, but quite attractive blonde, with short, spiky hair rose, burst into a huge smile, walked toward me, wrapped her arms around my neck, tilted her head back and looked me in the eye.

“Jake? It’s been years. How are you?”

“Ev? My goodness. What an incredible shock. I’m doing great. How’s the tennis game?”

“Oh, I rarely play anymore. I’m having way too much fun trying to run my vineyard and keep up with Jenny here.”

“Hi, Jenny,” I smiled as I released Evelyn and greeted Jenny with a hug. “Ev’s told me about you and even sent me a few pictures of the two of you several years back, but it’s great to meet you in person. Suz, Michele, I’ve known Ev ever since the two of us met at a tennis tournament, what twenty years ago?”

“Twenty years, I wish, Jake. It was more like thirty. Weren’t you still in college and wasn’t I already an older woman?” Evelyn laughed. “Oh, excuse me, Jenny’s and my friend here is Tanya. We met Tanya at a wine auction a year or so ago and we’ve become great friends since then. I know Suz, but, Michele, it’s wonderful to meet you. Suz has great things to say about you.”

Michele, Evelyn, and Jenny hugged and all three of us greeted Tanya with equally warm hugs.

“So, Ev, how do you know Suz?” I asked.

“Oh, that’s easy. Her company has done some advertizing work for my vineyard for the past couple of years. I flew to Chicago to meet with her and we got into an argument about pizza. She’s trying to tell me Faccagnini’s here makes the best ever. I’ve praised the pizza from a cute little restaurant out in Napa. We decided to settle things the civilized way, with a taste test. So here I am. As soon as I can get Suz out to California, we’ll finish up our test.

“But Jake, my real question is, how did you and these two…”

And so the evening went. Questions were answered and more questions asked. Information was exchanged. Stories were told. I learned that like me, Ev had recovered from her own bout with cancer not long after meeting Jenny, something I chided her for not sharing with me at the time. We yacked and yacked and yacked. Six people, most of whom began as strangers, became fast friends.

After an initial round of drinks, we ordered pizzas and garden salads. We shared two bottles of Anna’s family’s estate wine from Italy. Ev had a hundred questions for Anna about where in Italy the grapes were grown, about the soil, about the grapes themselves, the temperature, the humidity, how the wine was stored and aged, about barrels, corks and on and on and on. We finished the pizzas and the wine and Anna treated us to her family’s tiramisu accompanied by cognac and coffee.

As the evening wound down, I excused myself to go to the restroom. I stationed myself before a cold, white urinal and stared down at the immaculately clean, gray and black tiled floor. My mind flashed to that day, many, many years ago when I’d met Ev. We were both playing in a tennis tournament. She was a Californian: long and blonde, and both older and more experienced than I.

I went out with her that evening and after too many bottles of wine, our conversation turned to sex. She made it clear that she preferred women, but that she occasionally enjoyed what a man had to offer.

We discussed many aspects of both relationships and sex, but eventually our conversation turned to the women’s movement. Ev explained the anti-sex and pro-sex wings of those active in women’s issues. Finally, we hit upon the concept of trust versus danger for women during a hetero sexual encounter. Ev described an erotic Indian painting of a hetero couple having intercourse, upside down, on a galloping horse. Both the man and the woman appeared to be intensely uncomfortable. She wondered if the painting somehow symbolized her own struggle to understand her sexuality.

Our wine laden minds decided it would be a good idea to test Ev’s “uncomfortable sex” theory that night with an instructive, for me at least, midnight visit to the tournament’s hard-surfaced tennis courts.

Evelyn and I stayed in touch over the years, but I hadn’t seen her since that night so many years ago, and I’d not had any contact with her for the past couple of years.

My reminiscing was interrupted by someone entering the restroom. I glanced up at the mirror in front of me and saw Evelyn. She caught my reflected smile as I continued doing my business.

She smiled back, walked to the urinal, reached in and wrapped her hand around me. She looked at me, winked, and began, “I remember this guy. Oh, don’t worry, Jake. All I’m going to do aim him while you’re still peeing and then shake him when you’re finished.”

I was speechless until she asked, “So, what’s going on, Jake?”

“I’m not sure, Ev. You want the long or the short burdur escort version?”

“We’re in the mens’ room and we’ve each got two women out there waiting for us. Which do you think?”

I chuckled and began, “I’d had a really tough week and stopped off at my favorite bar for a quick beer and a sandwich on the way home last night. Not too long after I got there, Suz, whom I’d never seen before, approached, and I basically blew her off. I was tired and just not in the mood to be my usual charming self. Michele’s worked behind the bar there for six or seven years and I’ve talked with her every now and then, but neither of us ever has tried connecting. Anyway, she gave me that look that said Suz was okay, so I got nice. Before I knew it, I was getting a handjob down at the far end of the bar…”

“…Ha!” Ev interrupted. “Is that anything like getting blown and fucked in the middle of a hard, cold tennis court by an older woman?”

I broke into a huge grin. “Yeah, I suppose it falls onto the Richter Scale somewhere around the same spot. Oh, and don’t you dare forget that your, ah, oral worship was reciprocated.”

“And quite nicely,” Ev complimented.

“Ah, Ev. I think you can stop shaking it now.”

“Oh, relax Jake. He’s just beginning to respond. He always was a quick starter—with a nice smooth, tasty finish, at least, as I recall,” she grinned, but didn’t release me.

I gave her my sternest look and she returned her own look of blase indifference and began stroking as opposed to shaking.

“Anyway,” I gulped and returned to my story, “the two of them picked me up and accompanied me home. I’ve been sucked and fucked in so many directions since then that I’ve lost count. Now, they’ve intimated that they want some man to join them on some kind of life’s journey, whatever that means.”

“Ah, come on, Jake. That sounds like every hetero man’s fantasy, a perpetual menage with two of our better looking lesbians.”

“I swear, Ev. It’s true, every word of it.”

“How long has it been since you’ve had any type of serious relationship?”

I shrugged my shoulders and answered, “Probably not since Mary.”

“You’re kidding! What’s that, thirteen, fourteen years?”

“Fifteen.” I corrected.

“Long time. Well, do you like them?”

“Actually, I kinda do.”

“What do you like most?”

I stopped and thought. I’d known Ev long enough to recognize a serious question when I heard it. I tried to focus on something other than Ev’s talented hand on my cock and recalled my conversation with Suz and Michele earlier this morning. I pictured in my mind how the two of them looked with Suz sitting in the easy chair and Michele sitting beneath her on the floor while they held hands.

“I like the way they look together, Ev.”

Ev’s eyes opened wider; her brows rose; her lips pursed; and her head nodded approvingly. “You’re an observant man, Jake. My advice? Go for it. It’s time you began enjoying yourself again.”

“Won’t they be excommunicated or something?”

“A few of our sisters might scoff, but most who know them will continue to accept them. Until I met and fell in love with Jenny, I tried out an occasional man, so, in my never-to-be-humble opinion, they know exactly what they’re doing. I might add, if they’re focusing on you, they’re making an excellent choice.”

“Then, you think they’re serious about this journey thing of theirs.”

“Suz talked to me about this concept a while ago, Jake and…”

“You didn’t Ev, did you?” I interrupted.

“Oh, Jake. I might have let it drop that once upon a time I knew a guy from Kalamazoo.”

I picked my words slowly and carefully, “So then, last night wasn’t just a coincidence?”

“I don’t know, Jake. I doubt they had any way of knowing you’d stop in that bar specifically last night. On the other hand, they might have been prepared just in case. I can tell you that Suz said nothing to me about your being here tonight.”

“But you asked if they were serious about a man and their journey. Yes, my friend, they’re quite serious.”

“Thanks, Ev. You’ve always been both wiser and more devious than I. Now, get out of here. I’ll give you a thirty second head start.”

Ev smiled, but the only part of her that moved was her right hand. She casually remarked, “Now all we’ve got to do is convince the general population of that.”

“Um, Ev. On the drive out here, Suz and Michele hinted that when we get back home they might want to use that thing that you’re so masterfully stroking down there. As you must realize, I’m no longer twenty-one years old and he doesn’t recover quite as quickly as he once did. So, unless you intend to give me a signed note excusing me from further performance tonight, you’d better stop stroking now.”

“But, Jake, he’s so nice and hard and his skin is so smooth and velvety…”

“Stop, Ev. Now!”

“Oh, Jake, you wouldn’t mind if I just knelt for a minute and…”

“Yes, Ev. I would mind.”

“Spoilsport.”

We both laughed as Ev released me, turned, and strolled out of the men’s room as calmly and confidently as she’d walked in. By the time I got back to the table, she was talking with Michele about the chemistry of wine making or something like that.

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Prologue:

Once again I like to remind everyone this is a continuous story presented in multiple parts so I recommend reading at least the preceding chapter (or part). As I explained before, each chapter usually starts where the last left off, but minus any background. Which the lack of could make the narrative difficult to follow, or understand.

As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive.

*****

When we arrived at the pool we found Walter and Ron where we left them. The only difference, both had a Red Stripe beer in-hand.

The chaise lounges we used earlier on the opposite side of the pool were also as we left them. Still butted up against each other with our towels. Before we removed our new sweatshirts we modeled them for Walter and Ron. Then we got comfortable on the lounges, which were in the shade now so we didn’t need any sun screen.

The number of people around the pool had thinned out somewhat from earlier, but as soon as we laid down in our bikinis a steady, but smaller progression of men walked by. And as before, Elaine in her white bikini was the main attraction.

Elaine and I held hands again while lying down. After a few minutes of silence Elaine said…”I don’t know about you Lacey, but the time we just spent together was truly amazing. Had to be two of the best orgasms I’ve had in a long time. For someone who never got it on with another woman you sure blew me away.”

“Same here Elaine. I can’t believe how much we enjoyed each other. Opened up a whole new world for me. Never thought I would enjoy sex with another woman as much as I did. I guess you could officially call me a bi-sexual now.”

“Me too, but not with just anybody. Maybe it’s me, but I think something special developed between us.”

“I agree. Most likely after the cruise we won’t get it on with another woman. Might very well be a once in a life time experience. Time will tell, then again we could have opened Pandora’s Box.”

“Speaking of boxes, can I ask you a personal question Lacey?”

“Are you serious. After we just finished dining on each other’s pussy you feel you have to ask permission? Of course you can.”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with your “box”, but your bumhole.”

“And?”

“You mentioned at the beach the other day how often you and Walter have anal sex. And how much you enjoy it. I’m curious, with such a small bumhole how you manage it? I can’t help but think you’d have a hard time taking a cock in your ass.”

“Looks can be deceiving Elaine. My anus might look tight, or look like it would be difficult to take a cock, or even be painful, but just the opposite. Once primed and ready to go I never have trouble taking Walter’s cock in my ass. And I enjoy it immensely. More so than vaginal intercourse. Plus I’ve stuffed some pretty large dildos in my anus when masturbating. Much larger around than Walter’s cock.”

“While we’re on the subject, Walter has been dying to do you in the ass. Talks about it constantly when we’re alone.”

“Same with Ron. If he’s mentioned it once, he’s mentioned a dozen times how he would love to do you in the ass. Plus I know both Ron and Walter want to watch as someone does us anally. Let’s plan it on next chance we get. Now that I’ve had the opportunity to get to know your bumhole intimately I’m dying to see Ron’s cock in it.”

“That’ll work for me as I’ve been curious about how Ron’s fat cock would feel doing me in my backdoor ever since he fucked me vaginally. Be an assful for sure.”

With that said we both went quiet again.

Next thing I knew someone was shaking me. It was Walter. Apparently both Elaine and I dozed off.

“Time to go ladies. We need to get ready for dinner. Be nice not having to rush for a change.”

When we got back to our room Walter and I took a quick shower together. We started getting frisky, but decided to save our energy for later. Especially after I mentioned a little birdie told me he might get a nice surprise tonight.

“And what would that be?”

“If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise. Besides, it might not happen. So I don’t want you planning on it and then being disappointed if it doesn’t.”

After we showered I applied my make-up before deciding what to wear. Since it was “formal night” I chose something conservative. A simple black dress that came down just below the knees and even had long lacy sleeves. The only thing I’d be wearing that would be considered risqué was a sheer black thong panty. No bra, but thigh highs along with 3 inch heels. The only contrasting color was a faux pearl necklace and matching ear rings.

Once Walter was dressed (suit and tie of course), we met Ron and Elaine at the elevator. Elaine had on a black dress also, which as with mine pretty much concealed all her assets. But as modest as it was, she still looked sexy as hell.

Dinner as usual was excellent, as well as the company and conversation. While having after dinner drinks a couple stopped by to introduced themselves. The kütahya escort man looked familiar, then I remembered he stopped to talk to Elaine and I at the pool. One of the few men to actually introduce himself while admiring us in our revealing bikinis.

Peter and Janice were their names, and while we would find out later they were in their early 60’s, they looked much younger. Peter was a handsome man about 6 feet in height with a slim build. Very well-groomed and dressed. Janice was about 5 feet 5 inches (same as Elaine and I) and slim like Peter. Very shapely though with small but full breasts. Plus she was a natural redhead, which she kept short. Loaded with freckles and looked Irish as they come. Especially with her dark green eyes. Cute as a bug would be a good way to describe her.

“Sorry for interrupting, but I just wanted to introduce ourselves and say how lovely you two ladies look. Both dressed as you are now and at the pool earlier. Plus I wanted to meet your lucky husbands.”

After introducing everyone, Walter asked if they wanted to join us, but Peter declined. Said they were on their way to the casino.

“Maybe we’ll see you there later. If not, it was nice to make your acquaintance.”

“Peter mentioning the casino reminds me, I’m feeling lucky tonight. How about we hit the casino also.”

“If you say so Walter, but I can’t remember the last time you won anything gambling.”

With that said we finished our drinks and headed for the casino. Once there Walter and Ron decided to try their luck at black jack while Elaine and I opted for the slot machines. As for me, I’m not much of a gambler and like to keep it simple even though I know the chances of winning at the slots are pretty slim.

After about a half hour feeding quarters into the machines with no success Elaine suggested we try video poker. Turned out to be a great idea when I hit it big. A $250 jackpot for a royal straight flush. Could have been bigger if I bet more quarters, but I wasn’t complaining.

While I don’t gamble much, the one thing I’ve learned is once you’ve hit a “jack pot” it’s time to quit. So I did. I watched Elaine for a while, but she showed no sign of stopping soon so I told her I’d meet her at the bar when she did. If I didn’t leave it wouldn’t have been long before I started playing again. And if I did I’d most likely lose all my winnings.

At the bar I saw Janice sitting there alone. I reintroduced myself and asked where her husband Peter was.

“Playing black jack, and I think it’s at the same table where your husband Walter is along with Ron. As for me, I don’t care much for gambling. While we can well afford it I still hate throwing money at something and not getting anything in return. How about you?”

“I like playing the slots or video poker occasionally, but can get bored pretty quickly. Although today was my lucky day. Actually won for a change.”

“Where’s Elaine?”

She’s still playing video poker. Once she saw me hit a jack pot she figured she might.”

At that point the bartender brought my drink and another one for Janice.

“Before I forget, I’d like to compliment you on how both you and Elaine looked in your bikinis at the pool. After I saw you it made wish I’d worn mine. Would have been nice to get some attention for a change. Especially from Peter.”

“Speaking of which, as trim and shapely as you are I’d bet you’d look fantastic in a bikini. Next day at sea be sure you do. I’d love to see you in one.”

To change the subject I asked how she was enjoying the cruise so far.

“Okay I guess. Although it’s not turning out as exactly as planned. The intent was to put a little “spark” back into things if you know what I mean. But so far it hasn’t worked. At least the way I hoped.”

“How about you?”

“While it might not make you feel any better, for us it’s been just the opposite. Not that we took the cruise to put a ‘spark’ back into things. But It has resulted in just that.

“What’s your secret?”

“No secret formula or anything. But wearing a very revealing bathing suit the first day seemed to get things off in the right direction. And pleasantly so. Way more than I expected and in ways I never imagined.”

I know, I left the part out about over-hearing Elaine giving Ron a blowjob on the balcony the very first morning of the cruise. Which actually started things off in the right direction. But no way I would with someone I barely knew.

“If I was going to give any advice, which I probably shouldn’t, I’d say first chance you get wear the sexiest bikini you have at the pool. With your figure I’m sure you’ll be a knock-out in one. If it doesn’t get Peter’s testosterone level up seeing the attention you get, nothing will.”

Just then Peter snuck-up behind us. We didn’t know he was there until he squeezed me around the waist with both hands. Surprised the hell of me, and the fact he didn’t do it to his wife instead of me. Made me almost choke on my drink. Not far behind was Walter and malatya escort Ron. And a little further back was Elaine.

When we were all together Walter ordered drinks for everyone. After which he made a toast wishing everyone good health and happiness…and a safe trip home when the time came.

After a bit of idle chit chat, but before anyone had a chance to order another round, I announced it was getting late and time for Elaine and I to get our beauty sleep. Especially since we’d be arriving at St. Thomas in the morning and it would be a “shop until you drop” kind of day.

It also was a subtle hint for Walter and Ron. If they wanted sex, now was the time before it got too, too late.

After saying good night to Peter and Janice we headed for ours rooms. After we settled in ours, and used the bathroom, Elaine and I decided to start things off by doing another strip tease for Walter and Ron. Albeit our idea of “stripping” was helping each other undress. Although very seductively. Once attired in only our panties, hose and heels we passionately kissed as we fondle each other’s breasts until our nipples were hard and erect.

Next we bent over with our backsides towards them and slowly removed our panties. After which we spread our legs and ass cheeks to expose our bumholes. Elaine for Walter and yours truly for Ron. As hoped, both immediately realized that tonight was the night for some anal play.

They asked us not to move as they quickly undressed. Once they were they positioned themselves on their knees behind us, and as we continued to spread our bum cheeks, attacked our respective assholes with their tongues. Which they licked and lapped like two long lost puppies.

While Ron already licked and tongued yours truly’s bumhole the night before it was Walter first time doing Elaine’s. And boy was he enjoying it. Actually both were based on the steady chorus of soft moans and groans they made.

Must have made quite a sight the way we were bent over with legs spread and Walter and Ron’s faces buried in between our ass cheeks. Along with the loud slurping sounds they made while hungrily lapping our bumholes.

Finally Walter asked Elaine if she would get on the bed.

“I’d thought you’d never ask Walter.” Which she quickly did on hands and knees while still wearing her hose and heels.

Walter immediately got behind her and began licking her bumhole again. While he was, I got some anal lubricant we brought along on the cruise. Something we never leave home without.

As for Ron, I told him since it was a fantasy of his to watch Elaine being anally fucked we should watch Walter do Elaine first. After which they could watch us. Plus it would also give Ron the opportunity to take some photos, which I knew he’d want to do.

Finally Walter stopped licking Elaine’s asshole and when he did I handed him the anal lubricant. First he put a dollop or two on Elaine’s bumhole, which he spread over her anus, along with inserting a finger to insure her anal orifice was well lubed. Next he liberally lubricated his cock, which was hard and long as I’ve ever seen it. A good 9 inches for sure and throbbing like crazy in anticipation of inserting it in Elaine’s ass.

One thing Walter likes more than a good blow job is ass-fucking. He had to be in Seventh Heaven knowing he was finally going to anally fuck Elaine. Be the first “strange piece of ass” for him in who knows how long. Maybe ever.

Once his cock was well lubricated he placed his cockhead at the entrance to Elaine’s anal opening. While holding his cock with one hand, and her hip with the other, he slowly plunged forward. Walter might have a slim cock, but his cockhead is big in comparison. A good half inch larger in diameter at the corona than his cock shaft. But in spite of being as large as it is it easily popped in Elaine’s bumhole. Smooth as silk. When it did Elaine let out a soft moan.

Unlike yours truly, Elaine has a large anus. A big brown-eyed girl would be a good description. For someone like Walter whose favorite part of the female anatomy is the anus, the skin tone, shape and size were near perfection.

Walter slowly began humping Elaine so with each forward thrust an inch or more of his long cock would enter her ass. Eventually all but an inch or so of his 9 inch dick was buried in her bum. Elaine was moaning constantly with pleasure as he incrementally inserted his cock, and the deeper he penetrated her, the louder her moans became.

Once Walter’s cock was fully embedded he paused for a few seconds so she could adjust her position if needed. As he paused Elaine let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. “Oh wow Walter. I can’t begin to tell you how good your long cock feels in my ass. Simply incredible. Now fuck me long and hard please.”

Which he did. First with very long deep strokes. On the back stroke his cockhead would exit Elaine’s bumhole with a soft popping sound. After which he would plunge forward until his cock was once again fully embedded in her ass. As he repeated manisa escort the same scenario over and over Elaine’s anal gape would grow slightly larger each time he withdrew his cock.

“God, that feels so good the way you’re sliding your cock entirely in & out of my ass. No offense Ron, but I hope you’re taking notes.”

After about five minutes more of Walter sliding the full length of his cock in & out of Elaine’s bum I sensed he was getting close to cumming. As he did he began a more deliberate humping motion with faster and shorter strokes all while holding Elaine firmly by the hips. Elaine in return was bucking backwards just as hard and fast. And each time she did she’d let out a big breath of air accompanied by loud grunt.

Ron and I couldn’t have been enjoying the show more. As for me, it’s was the first time I saw another woman get ass-fucked up close and personal. I got so horny I found myself fingering my clit. It was also affecting Ron the same way as he would beat his meat in between taking pictures. If we continued masturbating like we were there was no doubt we would both cum, and probably before Walter and Elaine.

“Ron, as much as I hate to say it, I think you better stop masturbating. If you don’t you’re going to orgasm, which would be a no-no since I need you to fuck me in the ass as soon as Walter and Elaine are done.”

“You’re right Lacey. But I can’t tell you how much of a turn-on it is watching Elaine being ass-fucked by Walter. Seeing his long cock sliding in & out of her butthole is simply mind-blowing. I never thought it would affect me so much.”

“How are you doing?”

“Same as you, but I can have multiple orgasms, which might be difficult for you. At least without resting for a while.”

Still, I decided to stop fingering myself before I did. After which I switched my attention to Elaine’s massive tits. Hard not to the way they swayed back & forth while Walter humped away at her and she butt-fucked him back. In spite of how much they were flopping around I couldn’t resist fondling them. Then I remembered how much Elaine liked her nipples pulled and tweaked as she had sex.

“Thank you Lacey. That feels awesome. Pull on my nipples as hard as you want. I’m loving it.”

Suddenly Walter let out a loud groan. As soon as he did he drove his cock deep as he could into Elaine’s ass. So hard his balls slapped against her pussy. Then he let loose with a huge cumload. He jerked and twitched as he unloaded one cum shot after another deep in Elaine’s rectum. I’d thought he’d never stop.

Then as if on cue Elaine orgasmed. She let out a loud scream accompanied by a flood of pussy juice from her cunt as it spasmed. It was like a dam broke and almost as noisy.

“Oh my God Walter. Your cum feels so hot filling my ass deep as it is. So deep I swear I can taste it. Wow!”

Took a while for them to recover and as they did Walter’s cock slowly began to shrink. When it was down to half-size as when fully erect it plopped out of Elaine’s asshole. After it did it left Elaine with an anal gape. Albeit not a very large one.

I thought for sure Walter’s cock would be followed by his cumload, but it wasn’t. He unloaded so deep in Elaine’s bowels that it would be a while before it worked its way out.

“That was one incredible butt-fuck Walter. Now I know why Lacey likes anal sex so much. You can fuck me in the ass anytime you’d like before the cruise ends.”

Now it was time for Ron and I to get it on.

I got on the bed on my knees and fore-arms doggie style. For me it’s the most enjoyable way to get ass-fucked on my fore-arms instead of my hands since it positions my anal orifice at just the right angle for maximum pleasure.

Ron positioned himself behind me quick as a flash. As he spread my bum cheeks with both hands I felt someone apply lube to my bumhole, which could only have been Elaine. She even inserted a well lubed finger into my butthole. Then there was a slight pause as she lubed Ron’s cock.

Next thing I knew I could feel Ron’s cockhead pressing against my anus.

“Will you be okay Lacey?”…Elaine asked. “Between your little rosebud and Ron’s fat dong I’m concerned it might hurt.”

“Trust me Elaine, I’ll be fine. I’m actually looking forward to Ron’s fat cock doing me in the ass.”

With that said, Ron slowly pushed forward. As he did, and to the amazement of him and Elaine, my anus spread open easily as his cockhead popped in beyond my sphincter muscles. Like a finger being poked in warm butter.

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it hurt slightly at first, but only briefly. Once his cockhead was inserted I slowly pushed back until all 6 to 7 inches of his cock was embedded in my bum.

Ron began a slow but steady humping motion. Once he did any pain was replaced by pure bliss. My ass never felt so full from being fucked. Not forgetting how my anus tingled from being stretched like it was. There wasn’t a single nerve ending that wasn’t reacting in a pleasurable way to the expanding pressure on my anus.

Another aspect that made it so enjoyable was the exhibitionist thing. It was quite a turn on knowing Walter and Elaine were watching. Especially Walter since it was always a fantasy of his to see me get ass-fucked by someone else.

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