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They went out for a casual dinner trying a new restaurant that their friends had recommended. Chris was wearing her jeans skirt and a dark satin blouse. She wore a necklace that hung so that it was just above her exposed cleavage, drawing even more attention to that area than usual. Her top two buttons were left open to accentuate the valley between her breasts. Mark had allowed Cathy to choose his attire, so he was sporting a black shirt, also with the top button undone, just the way Cathy liked it. He had jeans on, because Cathy liked men in blue jeans. Surprisingly, the restaurant was fairly empty. A few other couples were there and nobody seemed in a hurry. The hostess seated them and the present Mark had just bought for Cathy was set on the table so they would not lose it.

“Hi, I’m Jennifer, I’ll be your server today” The woman in front of them looked to be late 30’s or early 40’s. She was blond and medium height and build. She wore a scoop neck top that revealed just a teasing view of her ownbreasts,and just like Cathy had a mid-thigh length denim skirt. Mark took in as much as he dared before reverting to gentlemanly behavior and concentrating on keeping eye contact while ordering the drinks.

“She’s cute” Cathy whispered.

“Yeah she is” replied Mark trying to sound nonchalant as if he had not paid much attention. “I only have eyes for you, and your beautiful eyes, smile and that sexy neckline”

“Aw, thank you honey. I am glad you appreciate me, I try to look nice for you.”

“I always like the way you look” Mark replied, stealing a glance at Cathy’s breasts, not bothering to hide his pleasure.

Just then Jennifer returned with their beers and placed them on the table, perhaps bending over a bit more than necessary. This allowed her top to fall away from her breasts and gave them both a peak at the curves and smooth skin underneath. “Can I take your order now?”

They chose their meals and Jennifer left for the kitchen. It had been a couple months apart and there was a lot of catching up to do, so Mark and Cathy talked about plans for the future and finally living in the same house again as soon as possible. Their food came and they ate slowly as the conversation never lagged.

Jennifer stopped by to ask how the food was and inquired what they had bought in the package on the table top.

“Oh, it is a necklace I just had to have from the art show that is in town” Cathy beamed. “Would you like to see it?”

“I’d love to, if you don’t mind”

“Not at all. Here look and try it on” offered Cathy.

“It’s gorgeous” Jen put it on “How does it look?”

“Very nice” they said in unison. Dammit Mark thought, why is she leaning over to show me that neckline, uh necklace?

“Here, before I steal it” quipped Jen as she took it off.

The two women started talking about life, men, and hobbies. Apparently Jen only had this one table to tend to at the moment and she was content to stay and talk a while.

Mark excused himself to relieve his bladder. When he came back he found the two ladies had me plans to have Jen come over to have dessert and drinks and a movie after her shift was over.

He was secretly a little nonplussed as he had been looking forward to a night of just the two of them, spending it naked, and he had been looking forward to being buried deep in Chris. Upon arrival last night she was exhausted and they had both urfa escort needed sleep more than sex. However the die was cast and he wasn’t going to be rude, so he decided he’d enjoy the company and then jump Cathy’s bones after Jen left.

At home Mark cuddled Cathy from behind, cupping her breasts, nuzzling her neck and squeezing her ass every chance he got. He was pretty sure he didn’t have to, but he took a Cialis just to be sure there would be no problems. Cathy wanted the hot tub ready so Mark went out to be sure the water level was good and the temp was right. The doorbell rang and he answered it to let Jen inside. She had changed into a sundress with a v-neck that was going to make him really concentrate on the eye contact thing. He was pretty sure she was now braless by the gentle movement of her breasts as she walked.

Then Cathy came down the stairs and it was obvious she had removed her bra as her breasts swayed and her nipples were erect under the satin material. Shouldn’t complain he was thinking.

Cathy had made her favorite peach sangria and they all sat on the deck and talked about family, jobs, and sports. Cathy jumped up and declared she was ready for the hot tub and suggested everyone join her.

“Oh, I didn’t bring a suit. So I’ll just enjoy the sangria and sit at the table so I can talk to you.”

“We prohibit clothes in the tub unless kids are around, so you don’t have any excuses, right honey?”

Mark looked at Cathy like she was loony. “Ummm, well…”

Cathy already had her shirt and skirt off, and holy shit, she wasn’t wearing any panties either!

“Are you sure? I mean your husband is here, and…”

“Like I told you at the restaurant, we have talked about going to a nudist resort, so naked bodies don’t offend us, and I am sure yours won’t offend Mark in the least” Another look from Mark to Cathy.

“Mark?” Jen asked

Talk about being in a tough spot. What could he say? “It’s ok with me” All the while thinking about what he was supposed to do with himself. He already was horny as hell wanting Cathy plus she was naked, and now there was going to be another nude attractive woman in his hot tub. His cock was already getting chubby, this would be humiliating to have no control in front of a woman they barely knew.

“Ok” and with that she removed the sundress and surprise, no underwear for her either! Her breasts were very similar to Cathy’s and she sported a trimmed bush while Cathy was fully shaved.

“C’mon Mark, you too”, Cathy cooed.

Well it wasn’t like he’d never gotten naked in front of other women before. They had fucked in the same bed with another couple and also at a swing party in the past. Off came his clothes, his cock half erect and all he could do was get in the tub and hope no one said anything. All three got comfortable quickly and Mstk relaxed. They talked and Cathy cuddled Mark without any overt sexual moves. The conversation eventually turned to sex (what a surprise) and it turned out both girls had a past with women, even if only casually. Cathy, ever the bold one stood up, went over to Jen and sensually kissed her face, neck and finally her mouth. Jen’s eyes were closed and she obviously was enjoying this, she responded, seeming to forget the male observer a few feet away. Hands were straying to breasts and holding each others faces for deeper kisses. balıkesir escort Breaths were becoming shorter and faster. “Let’s all go up to our king sized bed” said Cathy. The women stood and Mark saw their nipples erect, and watched as they stepped up and over the edge of the spa, their thighs parted to reveal pussy lips that sure looked delicious. He followed them up the stairs (what a view, two asses, pussies gleaming, creamy thighs).

“You know, I’ve been kind of hoping to find a couple like the two of you who were confident and sexually adventurous.”

“We’ve talked a lot about having another couple or woman join us. It’s not that we need another, we just want to expand our sex lives and have fun doing it. When we were talking at the restaurant I just sensed that you would be receptive to the idea. I know we’re all going to have a fantastic night” Cathy was smiling like the cat that ate the canary. The women were standing so close their nipples were almost touching. Cathy reached out first, grabbing Jen’s ass and pulling her in so they could kiss. Mark watched as their breasts pressed together, and seemingly without thinking, each moved a thigh between the others’

legs. After what seemed like forever, their lips separated, and they looked over at Mark with glassy eyes that said come join us. Always the gentleman, he did not want to intrude unless invited, but that look in their eyes told him it was safe to approach. The sight of two women grinding against each other had caused him to grow fully erect. They both looked down at his cock and said in unison, “You enjoyed that didn’t you?”

“You two look beautiful.” They opened their arms to have a group hug that quickly turned into each one kissing him deeply, Cathy gripping his cock and Jen cupping his balls. When they finally came up for air, Mark gently urged Cathy onto her back on the soft bed. He leaned over her, kissing her neck (always a winner for her) and using his hand to part her thighs. He looked back at Jen “Come on and join us, would you like to have a taste of this?”

“Oh yes” and Jen knelt between her thighs and began to slowly kiss her legs starting at the knee and traveling up, then sliding her tongue past the folds of Cathy’s pussy and back down the other leg. Cathy moaned at the teasing, obviously enjoying it and at the same time, eager for someone’s mouth to find her sex and pleasure her. She moved higher onto the bed, Jen followed. Her mouth soon found Cathy’s pussy, it was already dripping and her lips swollen.

The warmth of Jen’s mouth on her wet folds and the hard clitoris made her moan as she grabbed Jen’s hair and pulled her tighter against her steaming cunt. She expertly licked the swollen labia and sucked the turgid clitoris, making Cathy breathe faster and let out little whimpers of pleasure. Jen’s ass was up in the air and she had her legs spread. Mark wasn’t sure if that was to help her position herself for better comfort while eating C’s pussy, or to give Mark access to her own sex. He caressed her cheeks and moved closer, his cock centered between her thighs. Jen moaned and pressed back against him, inviting him to enter her. The feel of her wet pussy pushing onto him was too much to resist. He positioned the tip of his penis at her entrance and slowly edged into her, feeling his cock slide past her lips into her warm pussy. Jen moaned again, obviously trabzon escort enjoying being penetrated, and the vibrations of her sounds sent new sensations through C’s clit causing her to grab Jen’s hair pulling her tighter into her own sex. Mark began to thrust slowly and deeply, pulling out and re-entering her over and over. Each new thrust sent shivers up Jen’s spine, causing her to push her mouth deeper into C’s cunt. Cathy knew what was happening and could watch in the mirror on the wall. This just excited her more and she began to feel herself building up toward a mammoth release. Mark knew the signs of her impending orgasm and maintained his pace, not wanting to disturb her pleasure. Jen seemed to sense it too as she sucked on C’s clit, moaning every time Mark’s penis went deep. In what seemed like just a few minutes, Cathy’s thighs began to spasm, closing around Jen’s head, and she let out a primal scream of pure ecstasy as she came. Jen had never felt a woman come so hard while her face was buried in a pussy, she loved it. Mark was more aroused than ever, and began to fuck J’s cunt harder and faster. His cock was hitting Jen’s g-spot and she wrapped her arms around Cathy’s thighs just to have something to hold onto. She had only rarely come while being fucked from the rear, but she knew this was going to be one of the times. Her breasts were being crushed and rubbed against Cathy’s thighs and she reached between her legs to play with her clitoris.

Mark had to slow his movements to avoid coming before her. He began to make several shallow thrusts followed by a quick hard deep penetration. This gave Jen the stimulation she needed while affording him the ability to delay his own orgasm. Jen and Cathy were staring into each others’ eyes, making a connection of two women in lust with each other while having the excitement of Cathy’s mate fucking Jen and knowing he was going to make her come very soon.

When she came, Jen’s body rose from the bed and her cry of pleasure echoed throughout the house. Pushing back against Mark he could feel her vaginal walls grip his penis as spasms rocked her body. This was all he could stand, his thrusts became hard, almost violent as he slammed into Jen needing to find release for all the tension he had built up. He came with a loud groan, his cock pulsing, his cum filling her pussy, his balls slapping hard against her.

The three of them were still for a few moments, catching their collective breaths their bodies relaxing after their orgasms. Mark’s cock slowly softened, sliding out of Jen’s cunt, covered with her wetness mixed with the pearly white semen he had just deposited into her. His cum began to drip down her thighs.

Jen crawled up next to Cathy, kissed her deeply her hand cupping one of her breasts and whispered into her ear, “That was fucking great, also great fucking, you are one lucky couple. Is it always this good with the two of you?”

“Well, maybe not always this intense, but he makes me come almost every time. You haven’t even had him go down on you yet, just wait til we’ve all recovered, you’ll be in for a real treat.”

“I can’t wait”

Mark finally came up next to Cathy, placed his hand on her pussy, lightly caressing her lips, not to ignite her passion, but just in an “I love you” gesture. His cock now flaccid, she held him gently, kissed him, smiled, and closed her eyes.

“I suggest we take a nap, then we’ll get some midnight munchies before round two. Sound good?” Cathy was always planning ahead.

A simultaneous and very satisfied, MMMMMMMMMMMM from both Mick and Jen indicated agreement. They laid back, naked bodies stretched out, the scent of female arousal mixed with his cum filled their senses as they drifted off to sleep.

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“Now you can take me on the grand tour.” Joseph said as he swung his feet off the bed and put on his boxers. “Where is this hot tub you wanted me to see? I could use a good bath. I must stink like a cheep street whore.”

“You smell divine to me and look good enough to eat. You’re going to love this place. It has everything including ‘The Kitchen Sink’ plus a built in bar.” Richard bragged as he took Joseph by the hand and dragged the near naked soldier from room to room showing him the amenities of the suite.

“Very nice, but where is the hot tub? You said it was an ‘in room Hot-Tub’.”

“That my luv, I saved for last.” He said going over to the French doors, which he opened onto a roof garden patio. A pathway of field stones zigzagged through potted plants, tables, small trees and chase lounges to a raised redwood platform in the center of the patio. On top of the platform was the Hot tub. “One hot-tub as requested, sir.”

“You have got to be kidding! I’m not getting into that thing. Not out here in the open anyway.” An embarrassed red-faced Joseph said. “And nude no less, right out in the open, you must be demented.”

“Love crazed, maybe but not demented. Look around, Babe, there is no one that can see us this high up. For miles around we are above everyone and everything. Just think how nice it will be to soak in the hot tub together, just the two of us, no one will see us. If you are so inhibited I’ll tell you what, later tonight, just as the sun goes down, we can crawl into the tub in our boxers to start with and then remove them and do a little ‘Moon Bathing’. Would that be better?”

“Well if you’re sure no one will see us…OK. Now lets go get something to eat. Sex makes me hungry and right now I’m starving and could eat a pound of raw meat.” Joseph said then turned beet red when he realized how this must have sounded to Rich.

“For that we don’t have to dine out, I’ve got a nice slab of beef for you right here.” Then seeing the blush on his lover’s face added, “Or we could order in room service, they have a nice menu and the selection looks good. When I checked in I asked about places to eat and the front desk clerk recommended a nice Cafe not too far from here. Look, it’s now three o’clock; we could go there and have an early dinner or late lunch. Then walk around town and see what there is to see. Perhaps we could pick up a bottle or two of wine. After that we can come back and spend the evening ‘At home’. That way there would still be time for a few drinks and lots of Moon Bathing.”

“Great, but the food and drinks are on me. This whole thing must be coasting you a fortune,” he said and then added, “Besides, while I can’t match your family’s resources I would still like to contribute something.”

“That’s sweet! I do appreciate the offer and I will be more sensitive to your feelings in the future, however, this weekend is on my family. Daddy wouldn’t have it any other way and for now he and mom want it that way.”

“Ok, but at least let me pay for the wine.”

“Well — Ok — but let’s get going or we’ll miss the chance to make love as the sun goes down.” Richard said as he kissed Joseph and reached into his boxers, pulled out his cock and using it as a handle he piloted him into the bathroom. “Clean up time!”

They got washed and dressed and drove to the Cafe. The room clerk had been right. The place was nice, clean and normally would have been crowded. But because it was neither lunchtime nor super hour, they were able to get a booth in a secluded part of the dinning room. They ordered food and Joseph asked Richard about his family and how things were going at work.

“Funny you should ask about work. You remember the owner, Reinzi don’t you? He keeps asking about you and said to tell you there was a job waiting on tables anytime you wanted it. Also there was a rather distinguish gent that has been in about 3 times this week asking for you. He wouldn’t leave his name though, do you know who it could be?” Richard asked.

“Bet that’s Frank—Frank Gordon. You remember that nice old gentleman, the one that gave me his business card along with the hundred-dollar tip. I think I even still have the card somewhere in my wallet.” Joseph laughed and pulled the business card out his wallet, and showed it to Richard and then adana escort started to rip it up.

Richard stopping him said, “He just said he wanted to apologize for acting like jerk. He said it must have been the drinks. He wants to make it up to the two of us. Keep the card; just don’t use it without me being there. Now, what’s been going on here with you? Tell me everything!”

Joseph placed the business card back in his wallet and started to tell him how hard school was, but also how much he really loved it and how after only a week he had learned to string a few words together and form simple thoughts. He had even begun to start thinking in Arabic. He also told him that what made it really interesting was not only learning the language, but also getting to learn about the people. Their meal came and between bites of food Joseph told him about the fascinating history and some of the customs of the Arab people and Muslims in general.

“Is it true that they still have slaves and that they think nothing of having sex with men, women and little children?” Richard asked.

“Yes that is unfortunately true. But hopefully, though I doubt it, all that is on the decline. To this day there is still a thriving slave trade, even in the most modern Muslim countries.” Joseph said. “Most Muslims will deny it, but it still exists and may be even growing stronger with the use of the Internet. They even enslave some Muslims, although this is against the Koran and looked upon as “NOT” exactly the right thing to do. The infidel, preferably those with light skin and blond hair, both male and female, are another story. They are much sort after and highly priced, and the younger the better. Younger slaves, and especially the good-looking ones, can be broken in and trained to work as prostitutes in the many brothels. These have almost all replaced the Black and Oriental Slaves of past years. It appears that white meat is the choice of preference today. Homosexuality does not carry the same social stigma within their culture as it does here in the west. Then there is that well publicized concept that if you die while fighting the infidel you get a first class deluxe ticket to heaven and the Garden of Eden where you get your share of 40 virgins, male or female or a combination of both. This and other things are still preached, taught and believed today as religious dogma. Right out in the open, on any Friday, you can hear it preached from many Mosques.”

“In this day and age?” Richard said disdainfully. “Religion is supposed to teach love and equality.”

“Oh! How I wish that was true even in our western religions. How long ago was it that Christians thought nothing of killing non-Christians by the millions to say nothing of one Christian sect trying to kill off the other?” Joseph asked him. “Or for that matter even today here in our own democratic American paradise we read about and see ‘Good Christians’ beating up and killing homosexuals.”

“Or not permitting them to serve their country without fear of reprisals.” Richard added as they ordered coffee and desert. “I guess we are all still barbarians at heart.”

“The only difference between Christians and Muslims, in this instance, is that, hopefully, we really know it’s wrong and against God’s law,” Joseph said “The saving grace of Christianity is that, for the most part, we don’t glorify or make heroes out of the killers nor do we pay them or their families a bonus for killing innocent civilians.”

After finishing lunch they left the cafe and strolled up and down the main streets of the town. They stopped at a wine shop, purchased a few bottles of White Chianti and then continued looking into shops and just enjoying the warm summer late afternoon and each other’s company. With evening coming on rapidly they drove back to the hotel and rode the elevator up to the Penthouse Suite. While Joseph was busy chilling the bottles of wine, Richard went out onto the roof garden and readied the Hot Tub.

“Hey babe! Better get your sweet ass out here or you’re going to miss one hell of a sunset,” Richard called “And bring out that wine.”

Joseph juggling the chilled wine, an ice bucket and two glasses came out onto the roof garden and was about to ask for a helping hand when he found Richard luxuriating in the bubbling tube. His clothes cast willy-nilly here and there all over the place. His pants draped over a bush, shirt over chase lounge. His stockings hung from a potted tree like it was Christmas and Santa was expected. It reminded Joseph of their second night together.

“This makes it all worthwhile. Come pour us some of that ‘Dago White’ and join me in the tub.” he said laying there completely nude with his arms outstretched along the rim and his legs opened wide apart for the whole world to gawk at. Floating atop the bubbling water, looking like it was a cork-fishing floater was the tip of his erect cut cock. “Come on in babe, you are going eskişehir escort to love this. There’s plenty of room for the two of us.”

Joseph poured two glasses of wine, handing one to Richard, set the other on the rim of the tub and placed the rest of the bottle in the wine bucket filled with ice, to keep it cold. Looking around at the setting sun and enjoying the sight he realized that, short of a helicopter with a group of tourists aboard, there was no way anyone could see them. So, slowly, he started a strip tease leaving on only his OD boxers. Then climbing up and standing on the redwood platform and looking down at Richard he lifted his wine glass in a mock toast, “To the nosy neighbors, get out your fucking telescopes and have a good look!” he drank the wine and threw the glass against the wall shattering it.

“I saw that done once in a picture and always wanted to do that.” he said as he then hooked his thumbs under the waistband of the boxers and slowly stripped off the last bit of clothing that concealed his young panther like body exposing his hard seven-inch erection. Then like some burlesque queen, waving and twirling his boxers around his head he let them fly. He did a few “bumps and grinds” and a few nude poses, while Richard whistled and cheered and applauded. Then he stepped down into the bubbling water and lay beside Richard. The warm water raised up to envelope their young bodies with the exception of their two cock heads. Now there were twin-fishing floats bobbing on top of the water. The two of them just relaxed and sighed and watched the sky as the sun started to set. The sky turned from light blue to darker blue with streaks and patches of yellow, gold, orange and flaming red. It began to look like an old “Paint by Number” picture. They watched in wondered as the first stars began to come out and darkness closed in upon them. As the moon came out and bathed them in it’s silvery glow, they kissed and hugged each other. The night sky turned into a panorama of stars that danced before their eyes, making them both dizzy with wonder.

“Rich, dear, tonight is really special. I never felt like this before. I want to do something to make it a night to remember.”

“It already is. Just being together here in each others arms is all the ‘Special’ I need or want.”

Taking another sip of wine from Richard’s glass, Joseph protested, “Thank you for saying that, but I somehow have this overpowering need, this feeling, that I have to show and prove my love for you. Richard you have done everything to show me how you feel about me and you have held nothing back—– While I am still afraid…. afraid of everything.”

“Everything?”

“Yes, everything. Afraid that we will be discovered- afraid to be seen holding your hand in public, to say nothing of putting my arm around you. The thought of possibly forgetting and having someone witness a secret touch or gesture or the slightest bit of mutual affection scares the shit out of me. Even when we are alone, just the two of us, there are things I can not get myself to say or do.”

“Like what? I thought we were always open with each other and that we could talk about anything.” Richard said

Gathering his courage, in a low whisper, it just poured out and he said, “Rich I want to suck your cock, but I don’t know how and I’m afraid I’ll bite it off or worse yet I may become sick and throw up all over you. I’m afraid that I might hate doing it or that I might love it also. Don’t laugh!!! I want to learn to be a cock sucker. Not any cock sucker but one that would satisfy you as much as you satisfy me. Will you teach me? Can you teach me?”

“WOW! That’s a tall order. ‘Cock sucking 101’. Let’s see, I think I do remember reading a thesis or two on the subject once. Don’t think it was in “Better Homes and Gardens”. Must have been in some gay publication.” Then in a serious voice he said, “In reality what it all boils down to and the best advice I can give you is to follow you instincts.”

“But my instincts might be wrong.”

“No, not if your basic desire is to give pleasure to your partner.” Speaking as a teacher would he continued, “Mutual pleasure is the key. The first thing to do is get to know your partner’s penis. Look at it. Fondle it. Yes, even worship it. Treat the entire genital area as one area. Some parts are more receptive and sensitive than others. It is your duty as a lover to find and stimulate these areas.”

“How do I do that?”

“Take and hold your lover’s cock and balls in the palm of your hand. Look at them and study them. Bring your lips to the base of his balls. Make love to them; lick them with your tongue. Run your lips up his shaft flitting your tongue tip in and out tickling the shaft. Use only the tip of your tongue to run up and down the underside of his cock. As you do this, you will soon learn his erotic zones. Many people think all they have do is to turn their mouths sakarya escort into a vacuum cleaner or a cunt hole. NOT TRUE. Mouth suction and bobbing of the head up and down alone will make him orgasm, but that’s nothing more than another form of masturbation. Giving titillating pleasure is the real story behind being a great cock sucker. Just remember that, as a man, you know how you would like it. All you have to do to your partner is what you would want done to you. That is why they say that only gay men know how to give the best blow jobs.”

“But how do you make him blow his load, if not by suction?” Joseph queried.

“The cock head is the answer. The cock head is the detonator of his Atomic bomb. Work on the head and the area around the cock head, both with the tongue and the lips. After a bit of experience you can even use your teeth to lightly scrape over the head. I’ve had a great blow job where the guy just blew air over the end of my cock. Work the end of the dick head with your tongue. Its not the suction that drags the cum out of the balls. It’s the stimulation. Hell, by stimulation you can make him feel like his cum is coming, not from his balls but, from the tips of his toes.”

“You make it sound so easy… You won’t laugh if I make a mistake.”

“Joseph, my dear, sweet, Joseph, I’ll never ever laugh AT you; only WITH you.” Richard said kissing and hugging him as he began to feel Joseph’s fingers touch his balls, he moaned and said. “You know I think that’s the first time you have done that to me and it feels so good. Yeahhhhh, that’s the ticket. That’s what I mean, don’t be afraid I guarantee they won’t break.”

Their lips touched and they kissed deeply while Joseph fondled his lover’s balls and cock. He lowered his head to kiss, lick, suck and nibble on Richard’s nipples while he continued to lightly run his fingers tips over his balls and cock. Gently he helped Richard raise his lower body to the top step of the hot bath thereby exposing his lover’s sex to him. Joseph getting between the outstretched legs lowered his lips and mouth to his belly button and licked around it and probed it with the tip of his tongue. Richard threw his head back moaned and ran his fingers through Joseph’s close-cropped hair. The short hairs tickling and sending electric like shocks through his fingers. Joseph, his eyes fastened on his lovers cock, studied it and for the first time was able to look at and see a cock other than his own. The nooks, the crannies, the bumps, the blue veins he had never observed before were there for him to see and explore with the tip his tongue. The smell and the hardness and yet the velvety softness of the cock excited him as his soft wet lips touched Richard’s balls and he heard Richard gasped. The tip of his tongue shot out to touch the base of his fuck stick. And then following a blue vein the tip moved up the shaft to the corona. This is the most sensitive spot on the penis. Then ran his tongue tip around the cut mark of Rich’s circumcised cock and over the cock head. Lapping up the leaking pre-cum that had collected there, Joseph found that it did not taste as bad as he had thought it would and so he opened his lips and took the hot, wet, red, angry head into his mouth.

“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS ohhhhhhh YESSSSSSSSS!” Richard shouted, “That’s it. Damn it baby, I love it!”

Joseph’s lips closed around the head of his dick while his tongue kept licking over the cock head; he took the hard cock about 1 inch deeper into his mouth. He rolled up the corners of his tongue and ran his tongue along the underside of his lovers cock. His fingers continued to fondle Rick’s balls. Then moving one finger over his sweet rosebud he pushed against the ring and entered his rectum.

“Chrisssssssssssssssssssssst! Yeahhhhhhhh, I’m cummmmmmmmmmming” and with that Richard tried to pull Joseph’s mouth off his cock, but the soldier would not let go of it. He continued to work his mouth slowly up and down as Richard pumped what seemed like gallons of cum into his mouth. Unable to hold more in his mouth he lifted his head and spit out most of it over the side of the tub and swallowed the rest. Richard grabbed his face, pulled it to him and kissed him hard, driving his tongue deep inside his mouth tasting and licking his own cum from the mouth and lips of his lover.

“That was really the best blow job I ever had. It was NOT just a BJ, but a LOVE FEST with my cock. You graduate with honors my lov. With royal honors! You’re going to be the best cock sucker in the world. Just make sure it’s only my cock you suck or I’ll cut off your balls and sell you to those Arab slavers you told me about.”

“You’re kidding me! I spit it out. I spit out your love juice. I just could not swallow all of it. It came too fast and there was just so much of it —- I could not take or hold it all.”

“It really doesn’t matter if you could not swallow it all. That takes time to get used to being able to do that. For now if you want, just lick me clean and get used to it a little at a time. You did great and I was not kidding when I said you were THE very best I ever had.”

“Come on with all the men you have had, you must have had much better than that? You are just trying to make me feel good.” Joseph smiled as he bent down and licked Richard clean.

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Chapter Two:

The light went out, and he didn’t bother to light the flint again. Anita didn’t need the light to see the suspicion in his eyes.

“I didn’t ask for a housekeeper,” he said, and his arms tightened imperceptibly around her neck. “Neither did my father have one. Don’t think of lying, girl. Who are you?”

Anita swallowed again. How was she to prove that she was indeed the new housekeeper without Madam Ruth around?

“But, sir,” she said with a slight stammer. “Madam Ruth hired me last week.”

Madam Ruth. Could that be Madam Ruth Tatiana? Even if it was, how would she know that he was coming and why would she hire him household staff?

“She — um — I remember her telling me that you wrote to her, asking the house to be readied for your arrival. So she hired two of us to clean the house last week. We’ve been living here since then.”

He’d done no such thing, of course, but from the way the girl was speaking she seemed to think he was telling the truth. And from the war, he’d learned that facts didn’t matter as much as the capacity of the human mind to believe them.

“Two of you?” he stated a moment later, catching on to her little slip. “If I remember correctly, you’d just told me that there was no one else in the house.”

It was getting difficult to breathe. Her voice was whisper-soft. “I thought you were a burglar, s-sir. I didn’t know if you’d hurt me, much more the other m-maid.”

When Jay realized that the arm around her neck was choking her slightly, he released her, and felt a pang of guilt as she took deep, gulping breaths. Then a curse left his lips when he finally understood who had been meddling with his affairs. Who else would, but his mother. She’d done it before, and it seemed entirely possible that she would do it again. She wouldn’t have thought of it as meddling, of course, but ‘motherly care’ was the word she would use. He remembered her pestering him to take a few servants with him on the trip, but he’d said no. Rather firmly, if he recalled. But his mother had gotten her way in the end.

‘It’s all for your own good, Jay,’ he could almost hear her say.

He sighed. “Madam Ruth, you say?” He raised a hand to rub his shadowed jaw, assessing the girl as she nodded with her head bowed. She was rather interesting, with her whisper-soft voice and flashing blue eyes that were bold in their color yet shy in gaze. He didn’t stop himself from running his eyes down her body. From what he could see of her, she was a shapely girl, with too much meat on her hips than was fashionable. Her loose hair tumbled down her back in damp tendrils, giving her, amongst other things, an extraordinarily exotic look. There was also something about a clean woman after a bath that was incredibly appealing. When an image of a woman, naked, cocooned in a bathtub entered his mind, he shook his head and cursed his vivid imagination. “Then I think my apologies are due. I’d thought you were a thief.”

She shifted slightly on her feet. “I’d thought so, too, sir, from the way you climbed through the window.”

“I lost my keys,” he replied simply. “I didn’t have much of a choice.”

“Oh, we have extra ones in the kitchen. Would you like for me to get them for you?”

He smiled slightly, thinking it somewhat amusing that she never raised her head whilst speaking to him.”Not right now, no. The morning would be fine.”

There was a brief silence as he bent to retrieve his belongings. She rushed forward to do it for him, but he brushed her offer away. He wanted her to get one thing straight. “Since we’re going to be living under the same roof for some time, I might as well let you know now that I don’t like to be waited on.”

She stepped away from him immediately, as though his words had physically repelled her.

He understood the insensitivity of his words once they left his mouth. Her only duty — probably — was to wait on him and he had just said he didn’t need to be waited on. He quickly amended his sentence.

“But since you’re here, would you like to show me to my room?”

“Of course, sir,” she said and walked in the direction of the stairs, careful to dodge the furniture that she knew would be in her way.

As quickly as possible, she picked her way up the flight of stairs and opened the doors to the room that had its own balcony. She didn’t even need to think of which room to give him. As the only occupant, he deserved the best.

A few seconds later, she heard him coming up behind her.

“We had prepared the room for you and your wife, sir,” she said, somehow embarrassed by her words. There were fresh flowers on the dressing table and lace curtains hanging by the balcony — feminine touches she’d thought his wife would like. “It has the most beautiful view.”

Jay put the bags down and looked around the room. “Well, since I don’t have a wife, I suppose I’d have to enjoy the view on my own.”

The room had been decorated in the late yalova escort nineteenth century, and its design attested to it. Rich white and blue wallpaper covered the walls whilst the furniture was made of pinewood. There was a dressing table opposite the bed, and beside the dressing table were the doors to the balcony. He strode over and opened them, letting the cool breeze from the sea, and moonlight swirl throughout the room.

When he turned away from the view, the girl had already lit two lamps and was turning the covers on the bed, down. The warm glow from the candle haloed her body, making her dark skin glow. The dip of her waist that wasn’t covered by the sari was uncannily obvious, and the curve of her bottom was almost… violent.

Her fingers moved over the sheets, tucking in the excess and righting it to form a straight line on the bed. Her actions were nothing but ordinary, and yet, he felt an odd stirring in his abdomen. Her hands were mesmerizing and he could not tear his gaze from the way they efficiently stroked the sheets. Her hair, too, fell like a dark curtain over her shoulder, and she reached back several times to push it out of the way, making her blouse hike up just a little, revealing ample skin.

When she stepped away from the bed, he consciously made himself tear his eyes away from her feminine form and was staring off into the night.

“If it gets cold, sir, the extra blankets are at the top of the cupboard.”

She motioned to the cupboard and began fiddling with the ends of her sari whilst waiting for him to respond.

“If you need anything else, sir,” she hastened to remind him, “the servant’s bell is by the door.”

He nodded, pushing himself away from the balcony. “Yes, thank you.”

She took that as a sign of dismissal and walked toward the door, but tuned back abruptly when his voice carried to her.

“By the way,” he said, watching her turn the end of her sari into a tight knot. Her fingers were trembling slightly. It dawned on him that her actions might be signs of anxiety. Well, he didn’t blame her. If someone had accosted him in the middle of the night, he’d be wary of that person as well. “What is your name?”

He heard her release a quiet breath, as though she’d expected him to say something else. “Anita, sir,” she said. “The other maid’s name is Nanthini.”

He nodded. Anita.

She turned away from him again, and he watched her back unblinkingly as she retreated, not knowing why he was staring, yet unable to take his eyes away from her plump bottom. Wind from the sea ruffled his hair as she disappeared into the house. He shook his head. He must be tired, and his eyes were just finding convenient targets to focus on. Everything will be all right in the morning, after some much-needed rest.

But when he shed his clothes and tumbled into the bed, he fell asleep with the smell of jasmine blossoms on his sheets.

*

Anita leaned against the table in the kitchen and just breathed, something she felt like she hadn’t done in the past few minutes. Her fingers curled around the wood, trying to release the anxiety in her body. Oh, she was so scared of that man. He was so tall — probably twice the size of the men she knew. And his eyes, dear gods, his eyes… she was very afraid of the look in them whenever his gaze landed on her. She remembered him leaning against the doorframe of the balcony, his eyes a glittering green in the lamplight, watching her with a look she couldn’t define. It had scared her, because it made him look so attractive.

Yes, he was handsome, despite his largeness. Very handsome, in fact. His hair hung in curls around his neck, and he had a strong features. His physique wasn’t overly packed with muscles, but had just enough to show that he frequently exercised.

She really didn’t understand why she was shaken by that man. There were a lot of white men around the island, and none of them had impacted in this manner. She let out a deep breath and unwound her fingers from the wood. What did it matter if her employer scared her? She was here to do a job and send her sister to school. She would put up with him even if he was the devil himself.

Determination squared her shoulders, and she walked towards her room, briefly checking on Meera before she went to bed.

*

When he awoke, it was to soft sunlight and the distant rumble of seawater. He lay on the centre of the bed, a pillow behind his head and one on his chest, the position of ultimate comfort if anyone had asked his opinion on the subject. The smell of the sea and palm trees drifted through the room, making him turn over and bury himself into the pillow with a smile. After years of dreaming of this place, he was finally here. It was almost surreal, the charm of this island, dragging him into sleep that was more restful that any he’d had back at home.

Reveling in the newfound comfort, he dozed for a while longer, only slipping out of escort yalova bed when the glare of sunlight on his eyelids became unbearable.

The house was quiet when he went downstairs a few minutes later, dressed in the same loose shirt and pants that he’d worn the night before. His hair was still uncombed, falling past his eyes in boyish waves. He ran a hand through it in an attempt to right the curls as he passed a mirror, but he knew that the effort was useless. His hair had always been untamable.

The table had already been set for breakfast, he noted, as he entered the dining room. There were several porcelain bowls on the table, covered with matching lids. The smell of crisp bacon wafted to him as he settled himself comfortably in the high-backed chair. He’d just taken the lid off the first bowl when a figure clad in white bustled into the room.

Anita, he thought. So she had been real. Last night, as he was about to fall asleep, he’d almost attributed her to his imagination because she’d captured more of his attention than any woman had. Knowing she was not a figment of his imagination set his blood humming slightly as he watched her murmur good morning and set the kettle of tea in front of him.

She was different this morning, wearing a white cotton dress with an apron over her skirt. Her hair was secured by a knot at the base of her neck. The dress had buttons so high that it covered her collarbones, revealing little skin and making him feel distinctly uncomfortable for her. He sat back and watched as she served him from the bowls: several slices of bacon, a spoonful of eggs, toast. An English breakfast. How lovely.

He poured himself some tea, sweetening it with a spoonful of sugar. She stood aside as he stirred his tea, making him wonder if she was going to stand there ’til the end of the meal. Even if she was going to, he wouldn’t have minded. She made a pretty nice view from where he was seated.

Her features were as perfect as he remembered. The moonlight hadn’t made her look more beautiful, as he’d made himself believe. She was still the soft, supple woman he’d nearly choked to death the night before. The gentle curve of her jaw was almost familiar to him now, so was the quick dip of her waist. He remembered having placed his arm against the underside of that jaw, feeling her throat work as she swallowed in fear. Her skin had been soft, he remembered. And warm.

He didn’t realize that he’d stopped drinking his tea or that his food was getting cold, as his gaze traveled along the length of her body, the moss-green orbs hidden behind a curtain of dark lashes. He didn’t know why he took that precaution not to let her know he was watching her; even if he was openly staring at her, she wouldn’t know it, for her gaze was fixed to the floor. He took a sip of the tea, noticing — again — the nip of her waist and the flare of her hips that were accentuated by the tight dress. Her hands were clasped in front of her waist, those hands that he… good god!

The chair made a loud scraping noise as it moved against the wooden floor. He stared at the marks on the thin column of her hands — the imprint of harsh fingers. Her eyes met his as he looked up, shock paralyzing him. Had he actually done that to her? He was willing to bet that those were his fingerprints on her skin. Had he held her that tightly last night?

As soon as she saw what he was staring at, she hid her hands behind her, lowering her eyes once again. When he strode towards her, she took a few steps back.

“Show me your hands,” he said in a low voice.

Intimidated by the dangerous glitter in his eyes, she held her hands out to him, the bluish-black indents clearly visible in the daylight. It didn’t hurt, not really, and she didn’t understand why he was reacting to her injuries like this. It was rather usual for housekeepers and maids to take beatings from their masters; she’d seen enough bruises on her mother to know that first-hand.

Besides, it wasn’t as though he’d harmed her intentionally… not yet.

“‘Tis nothing,” she said, her voice hoarse. “It will heal.”

“Like hell it is.” He shook his head. “You need to see a doctor.”

Gently, he reached out the touch the bruises. His fingers traced lightly over the indentation of one finger, no lighter than the touch of the wind from the horizon. An unknown tingle spread up her arms, causing tiny goosepimples to form on the part of her arm that was covered with cloth. The feeling was foreign, unfamiliar, and she realized with a start that this man was the very first to touch her. Before last night, she couldn’t remember ever being touched by a man.

Jay felt her arm tremble uncertainly and he let it go, looking up to find her cobalt eyes wide, uncertain. She was close, all too close, and he could smell the heady mixture of wild jasmine again. The exotic slant of her eyes and cherubic fullness of her lips called to him, and he stepped away from yalova escort bayan her, both physically and mentally. Her gaze fell to the floor again.

“There’s no need to call for a doctor, sir. It doesn’t hurt,” she tried to say. But she spoke only to his back.

*

“Keep this on for seven to ten days,” the old French doctor said, tying a secure knot on the bandage he’d wound around her arm. He was a patient man, with graying hair and a bald spot that Anita focused on whilst Doctor Jean worked on her bruises. In fact, Anita’s eyes strayed everywhere but to the man who hovered behind the doctor, hands clasped behind his back as though he were s soldier at a parade. But his eyes were on her, she could feel them burning into her skin.

She didn’t understand this man. He didn’t fit into her categories of white men. The first category was the kind that ignored the help; the second was the kind who used the help. She’d been privy to the first one, and had seen the second being played out in front of her eyes. And she’d concluded that there were only two kinds of white men. But which category did this man fit into?

Although she refused to admit it, she was slightly unnerved by him. His gaze unsettled her, and after all the stories of horror she’d heard about white men and their appetites, she was frightened to even return his gaze. Even if no man had shown interest in her before, she wasn’t willing to take any chances with this man. He seemed dangerous to her, especially because of the way he’d instinctively but accurately lashed out at her last night, even though he couldn’t see her in the dark. His strength had been intimidating, and she’d been so afraid he would snap her neck in an instant. But after a moment’s hesitation, his hold on her had loosened, almost as if he’d recognized and acknowledged that she was female and of little threat to him. But the imprint of his strength remained, all the same. She doubted that she would ever forget it.

“Her bone wasn’t affected, was it?” he asked from behind the doctor, and the doctor chuckled as he gathered his equipment.

“No, no. There is nothing to worry about. The bone isn’t harmed in the least. It is just a slight bruise that will heal in a little over a week.”

“That’s good to hear, Doctor.”

Anita made her way back into the kitchen as the men settled the monetary matters. As quickly as possible, she heated the food that was now cold and set them out again. It was nearing eleven in the morning, and the Duke would be wanting lunch soon. She wondered what was taking Nanthini so long to return from the market with the groceries.

She was just muttering to herself when she felt someone standing at the entrance of the kitchen. And even without turning, she knew it would be him.

“I apologize, Anita. It was simply instinct that had…”

“No, sir. I’m in no pain. You don’t have to apologize. The bruises would have healed without a doctor.”

“They might have, but I feel responsible.”

She dared a glace up at him, and cracked a small and — she hoped — reassuring smile.

“You’ve yet to have your breakfast,” she changed the subject instead, turning to the wood stove and flipping the cold pieces of toast onto the pan.

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes,” Anita lied.

“Can I have my meal in here? The kitchen has a better view than the dining room.” Without waiting for her response, he slid onto a stool and helped himself to the food already on the table. Although he had little appetite, he knew she would be hurt if he didn’t eat at all. His eyes kept traveling back to the bandage on her forearm, and whenever he thought of the damage he’d caused her to her skin, he sighed with regret. How could he have been so blind? He’d hurt a woman, for god’s sake.

He shook his head as she slid two slices of toast onto his plate, vowing he would make it up to her somehow. It never crossed his mind that he was thinking too much about accidentally hurting a servant, someone whom he would probably never see again if he left the port. All he saw was a woman, hurt, because of him. His heavy sigh brought her eyes to him, and again he marveled at their intense coloring, so stark against her browned skin. Then her lashes swept forward, shielding the blue orbs from his perusal.

Jay looked down at his plate, stabbing at a juicy, fat sausage. He felt her moving about the room, heard the swivel of her skirts and the soft pads of her footfalls. He watched the perfect silhouette that her body made against the sunlight filtering in from the windows. Beautiful, he thought. Peaceful.

Peaceful.

As the hours waned, and sunlight sank into inky darkness, Jay left the house for a stroll across the beach. As he sat on large, smooth rock at the corner of the beach, he waited for inspiration to assault him. He was in a different place, surrounded by different people. How could he not feel inspired?

But as the evening progressed, and nothing substantial came to his mind, he gave up, slowly sliding off the rock in temporary defeat. As he walked in the direction of the house, feet sinking into the soft sand, brief flashes of images entered his mind. Anita and the bruises he’d unintentionally caused her. Anita peeking up at him from beneath her eyelashes. Anita standing by the kitchen window.

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Author’s note: This is an note to self I am sharing. There is no sex but lots on my own sexuality. I love adventure, but my wife only needs the traditional needs. She knows nothing about any of my sexuality adventures and would divorce me if she did find out about one of the hundreds.

** Dancing with Ladies **

I swing dance socially. I am used to going up to women and asking them to dance. They never say no to dancing. I get to see them move, to playfully flirt (not a serious, maybe-come-home-with-me which has not happened to me in these dance circles). Part of my lizard brain always asks the question: what would she be like in bed? Being a liberal humanist, I nearly always say “I bet we would have fun.” If I do connect personally and we do create a fun move or two, I get to bring her into closed position. Torso to torso, we move in unison just like one does during sex. My shirt to her blouse, wet with dance sweat. I know where her thigh is, her hips, which breast is pressing against my chest. Some guys will mash the tit, but I recall how one lady complained about that to me, so now I only press against her breast lightly, so aware that I am doing that. The hands must not do anything creepy. That would break the silent contract about the dance being a safe place for more than the usual form of bodily contact.

I know there is a faction of the sissy antalya escort community that says “no” to girls, no to girl tits and girl pussy. I can still lust for women and be very, very, very dedicated to making men happy through their cocks. But it is just way too complicated to even think about enjoying a woman physically who is not my wife. I do on the dance floor, but no way anything more than that.

And men? I don’t even look at them. Oh, I do a lot of work on line to meet up with guys and have intense man-to-man sex. I have been doing that for twenty years. The sex is natural, so easy to do, and not complicated. I find out what he loves to do the most, then do that. Works like a charm.

In all the years I have hooked up with men – two of them as steady fuck buddies, two of them as male lovers – they were either “normal” guys or macho. Pop culture makes fun of feminine men and drag queens, but I did not see one out in the “wild”. So many of the gay-sex-now hookup profiles stress that the guy is masculine and wants a masculine partner. Never saw that in pop culture, but it works so well in the bedroom. I still remember feeling strong and masculine in Martin’s bed as he fucked me, on my back, ankles in the air, abs and chest tight, arms flexed, putting a huge effort into clamping down on his cock. As I antalya escort bayan am getting this manly workout fuck, I an thinking, how can this be manly? I am getting fucked up the ass and want it deeper. I was a strong bottom, not afraid to enjoy it which my strong orgasm proved. That was a macho fuck, something I still will do if given the chance.

As a part of my sexual exploration fun, I stopped into gay chat rooms. My handle was KissAndFuckMA, pretty manly. I saw someone with “CD” in their name, thought it would be fun to chat with her. We had a long chat that kept me hard for the entire time. I had fun with the idea of dressing to look fuckable. All the images I had collected on Tumblr were of macho men having athletic sex. But once I started to see a few images of sissies, well, I had to start a new blog (ladieswithcocks). I loved the idea of doing everything I could to get a man to explode with passion.

** Men at the Epiphany Party **

It is apparently the “end of Christmas”, so this Italian friend throws a party. My family gets invited because we are part of his dance circle of friends. Thing is, he invited no other dancers to the party, picking sailing friends or the rock climbers. I knew no one else. This looks like a disaster. My wife and I heard another couple complaining about what escort antalya their kid ate. This was an easy conversation to join. The other wife was in nothing fancy mom cloths, a little overweight as is so common. He had an Apple watch and was fit and trim. And my brain said only to myself I love having sex with guys whose bodies are just like mine. It feels more intimately homosexual to be the shift roles rumbling in bed. He seams like the sensitive type who would spend the amount of time needed for frottage (cock against cock) while kissing. I was like, wtf? That is not my normal kind of discussion inside my head.

I went in a fruitless search of food. I have to avoid gluten which was not going to happen with all the pasta and breaded chicken. The host sister was taking about breading the chicken, not something I cared about. I heard someone mention the state of Colorado, so went over to trade stories of that state. He was a big guy, at least six feet two, might have weighed seventy pounds more than me. This would be a big man/twink sex situation, but I am an athletic twink and LOVE feeling all that weight as part of our sex.

Oops, there I go again. This might be the new normal. Just like in the social dancing, I did nothing overtly sexual. This was about what was going on internally. I have been writing erotica about being a crossdresser. We said our good-bye’s to the host, the Italian guy. He had a barrel chest, so much volume to his torso, so strong and manly that I would do anything he needed. No one would have noticed a thing about that goodbye, but my mind hand crossed a line. Later that night when I touched myself scrolling through sissy porn on Tumblr, it just felt more right.

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Author’s Note: All sexual acts depicted in this story occur between legally consenting adults 18 years of age and older.

*****

There is probably nothing more satisfying to a handsome young college age male than a hot sexy vivacious woman taking notice of and giving him attention and even showing an interest in and actually pursuing and coming on to him. Hell, most young males would kill to have that happen.

However, what is a fellow to do when he is dating a hot sexy 19 year old college girl who most guys would kill to be with and his girl’s hot sexy mom makes a play for him? And to make it worse, it wasn’t just a playful tease that was never repeated but instead it is a constant temptation and the hot mom is constant, relentless and merciless in her pursuit and tease.

Does he tell his girlfriend what is going on? Does he try to put a stop to the mom teasing him by letting her know that he is flattered but wants to remain true to his girl? Does he run away from the situation completely, or does just finally he give up, succumb to the temptation and pray that no one finds out.

This was the predicament Roger found himself in with his girlfriend Molly and her hot sexy succulent MILF of a mom Holly.

Roger was very dedicated to and in love with Molly and they had been friends since Kindergarten. They were practically inseparable, partners in crime you could say. They were so close that by the time they were in Kindergarten, Molly’s mom Holly started nicknaming them Bonnie and Clyde.

Everyone who knew them figured that it was inevitable that they would become a couple. Eventually, people’s speculations became fact and in their senior year they were in a steady committed relationship.

Our lovers eventually “consummated” their relationship the night of their senior prom shortly after they both turned 18. Molly’s mom Holly knew the tell-tell signs and three months before prom night shortly after Molly turned 18, Holly put her on the Depro shot for birth control.

It was almost as if Holly wanted Molly to lose her virginity. She had made arrangements for them to have a private Limo ride to and from the prom complete with Champagne. Holly had also arranged for Roger and Molly to have a late night intimate cruise from midnight to sunrise on the bay that surrounded their town. The boat was stocked full of more Champagne, scented candles, sexy lingerie and special items to nurture a playful atmosphere one could say.

Needless to say Roger and Molly ended up “consummating” their relationship. It was a very special night complete with romance, tenderness, intimate foreplay as well as plenty of hot passionate untamed and unbridled sex.

After that night, Molly and Roger were one not only physically and intimately but spiritually as well. They had become soulmates and lovers destined to be with each other.

So let us look at how Holly became part of this picture. Molly had come back from the prom the next morning and Holly knew by the “look” in Molly’s eyes when she had gotten home from the prom that Molly had become a woman as they say.

It wasn’t just in the look though. It was the certain “glow” Molly had as well as the school girl giddiness along with the spring in her step and her over all demeanor.

Molly exuded that air about her that Holly knew came from not just sex but actually making love with your one true soulmate and becoming intimately and inexorably bonded with that person in every area.

However, what really gave it away was Molly’s own admission coupled with the fact that Molly had come in at 10:00 the next morning.

Holly was already up smoking a cigarette drinking coffee and reading her tablet while sitting at the table in the breakfast alcove that looked out over the back yard.

Holly was wearing nothing but a full length buttercream yellow colored see through lace robe which she left open. Holly was very sexy, very beautiful, and she knew it

Hell at the age of 41, Holly had the looks and body of a woman in her early to mid-twenties and could rival even the hottest and sexiest well known mature porn star.

Physically speaking, Holly stood about 5’7″ tall with a sexy curvaceous smoking hot body. She was skinny but she wasn’t fat either. She is what you might call voluptuous and carried her weight well.

Holly measured about 34DD-26-34 had shoulder length honey golden naturally curly (wavy) blonde hair, all natural sumptuous succulent breasts that beckoned you to suck them, well-toned dancer’s legs and a nice shaven oh so perfectly pink pussy

She also had piercing crystal ice blue eyes that could captivate a man’s soul and hold it hostage and full kissable ruby red lips and her kisses were sweeter than honey and more intoxicating and addicting than the strongest opiate imaginable.

In short, Holly was a stunning smoking hot MILF who was sexy and knew it. She had never been ashamed of her body or afraid to show it off. However, when Molly was a child Holly always kept it modest mersin escort and “G-rated.”

The day Molly turned 18, however, that all changed. Holly figured that since Molly was an adult now, there was no reason to hide her body any longer. After all, Molly was grown so there was no reason for Holly not to treat her as such.

Also once Molly had turned 18, Holly passed on her love for the human body and its beauty to Molly and she embraced it totally. It wasn’t long until Molly began to wear little to nothing at all around the house when they were alone.

Physically speaking, Molly closely resembled her mom in beauty and body style. The only difference was that Molly was slightly taller (about 5’9″ tall) and her measurements were 34C-24-34. Also her hair was more brownish than blonde and her eyes were emerald green and she had long slender well-toned dancer’s legs.

Molly had also been on the dance team in high school. She was a natural born dancer and so good at what she did that when she was a sophomore in high school she tried out for and won a lead role on the school’s most elite dance troop known as Images.

Anyhow back to the story. As stated above, Molly had come home the next morning after staying out all night and having sex with her boyfriend Roger. As Molly came in, Holly could just tell she was no longer a virgin. Molly had that faraway look of bliss in her eyes and she had a big ole cheesy grin on her face like the cat had swallowed the canary.

Holly stood up exposing her hot sexy body. Her sumptuous breasts were hanging freely, her honey golden tan skin was glistening in the light, and her moist pussy was dripping with anticipation of hearing about Molly’s night of lascivious carnal delights.

Holly sauntered over to Molly, sashaying her body and with a sexy swagger in her step. Holly lovingly embraced Molly who had just finished stripping out of her clothes and was wearing nothing but a smile.

Holly let her robe fall off of her body so that she was naked as well and pulled Molly to her in a warm loving embrace and held her tight. Their warm naked bodies pressed up against each other and Molly’s breast were smashed up against Holly’s and their cunts were touching.

Molly just held her mom close as they embraced and their bodies melted together. Molly loved being held like this in her mom’s arms and Holly loved holding Molly like this as well. Deep seeded latent carnal lusts that had been growing since Molly turned 18 were slowly coming to the surface.

“So how was your night,” Holly said with a loving voice as she continued to hold Molly tight cradling her like an infant.

“Oh God mom it was so wonderful,” Molly purred with a contented voice. “Everything was so beautiful and so romantic. The cruise was so nice. It was the perfect evening.”

“So tell me all about it,” Holly said with a smile as she took Molly by the hand and led her to the couch and they both sat down. Molly cuddled up next to Holly as she put her head on Holly’s bosom and Holly put her arm around Molly holding her close.

Molly had always been able to tell her mom everything and they had no secrets from each other so Molly felt at ease to go into all the juicy details.

As Molly described what went on Holly felt herself getting wet but was able to keep her composure. Once Molly was through Holly jokingly said “Hmmmmmmm if he is as half as good as you described I wouldn’t mind taking him for a test drive myself.” She then added the phrase “that is if you wouldn’t mind sharing him with your old mom.”

“You’re not old mom,” Molly said. “You’re far from it. Hell I hope I look as good as you do when I get older!”

“Ah you’re just saying that to make your mom feel good,” Holly said in jest with a wink.

“No, really, I am serious mom,” Molly responded emphatically “I mean it. You are absolutely stunning,” and before Molly could stop herself she blurted out “and if I ever turned lesbo I wouldn’t mind…”

Molly suddenly stopped herself and when she realized what she had said, she blushed beet red. Instead of being put off by it, Holly was actually turned on by the complement and found that the latent spark of desire within her had ignited into a slow steady flame that was small at first but was quickly and steadily growing.

Holly also noticed that Molly was embarrassed and lovingly said “Don’t be ashamed hon. I am flattered and the feeling is quite mutual. You shouldn’t have to feel that you need to suppress these feelings. They are natural and a part of who you are. They should be explored and embraced and not shunned.”

“Well what about Roger,” Molly said in a half confused tone. “I still love him and enjoy sex with him. I love how his hard cock feels inside my pussy and how his hot jism feels as it flows into me.”

“Plenty of women are bi-sexual and live normal lives,” Holly said in a sweet caring tone. “Just because you like sweet cherry pie doesn’t mean you have quit kocaeli escort enjoying a good long hot sausage,” Holly added with a giggle.

“What I am trying to say sweetie is that you can have sex with a woman and without losing the desire for a man,” Holly added. “Hell before I met your father I had sex with plenty of girls and guys

After your father died and before I married Frank, I still had sex with women and I still do mostly on occasion and on occasion I still manage to treat myself to a good hard sausage as well.”

“Mom,” Molly said with a surprised look as the reality of what her mom had said just dawned on her. “You still have sex with other people even being married to Frank? I knew you had a dildo but I never knew you actually went out trolling for guys.”

“Well I ain’t dead yet,” Holly said with a grin. “I still crave cock and seeing that Frank is on business trips a lot and hardly around, I need a good stiff one every once and a while. A dildo can only go so far and muff diving is good too but I still need man meat to scratch that itch that nothing else can.”

Molly thought about what Holly said then she remembered what Holly had jokingly said about sharing Roger. She pondered the idea in her mind mulling it over completely then smiled.

“Well mom, if you still are interested I could arrange for you to take that test drive with Roger you wanted,” Molly said. “Hell I might even participate myself! You can still have your man meat and cherry pie as well.”

“Hmmmmmmm, are you propositioning,” Holly said with a sexy seductive tease.

“Well if I am going to learn what it is like to muff dive I will need a good teacher,” Molly said with a naughty wink.

“Mmmmmmm I would love teaching you the ropes and passing along my knowledge to the next generation Holly said with a sexy purr.

“Can’t wait to learn,” Molly said with a look of longing and desire in her eyes.

“Well sweetheart, there’s no time like the present to learn,” Holly said and with that she ushered Molly into the lovely delightful world of hot torrid lesbian lust.

Holly and Molly made sweet passionate love. It started off by Holly showing Molly how to kiss a girl and then suck her breasts. Later Holly would teach Molly how to muff dive Holly at Molly out first then Molly reciprocated with her mom.

Later they got into a hot 69 session and spent 20 minutes bringing each other off. The next lesson was pussy fucking and Molly caught on instantly. Lastly Molly and Holly used didlos to bring each other off

Holly let Molly ride her as Molly sat in her lap facing Holly and went up and down on the huge strap on dildo. They then switched places and Holly rode Molly. Finally Molly and Holly would take turns doing each other doggie style and their hot lesbian session ended as they both sat facing each other with their legs apart humping a huge 16 inch flexible double ended dildo.

This was the beginning of a new chapter in their life but Molly still continued to have sex with Roger on a regular basis. Holly told Molly to feel free to have sex anytime she wanted in the house and she did. Holly even agreed that if Molly wanted some privacy just place a red bulb outside the door and turn it on. That way, Holly would know not to bother them.

After Molly’s introduction into the wonderful world of lesbian lust, sex between Roger and Molly continued to get hotter and more torrid. They made out like two wild rabbits in heat. At first Roger was concerned that Molly’s mom would not like the idea of them having sex in the house even if she said she didn’t mind. However as time went on, Roger began to realize that Holly’s mom was cool about it.

There were a number of times that after having sex Molly and Roger would go down stairs to watch television and Holly would be there. She would smile at them and sometimes jokingly ask “So you two having fun?”

Roger also noticed that Molly had taken on her mom’s openness about her body. It took Roger about a month or so to get over the awkwardness of seeing Molly’s mom walking around the house practically naked like it was no big deal.

It was one thing to do it when there was no company around but to be flaunting your body when someone else was around especially a young college age male with raging hormones was another thing. Roger soon found out that it was normal and soon he thought nothing of it and he even began not even bothering to put his clothes all the way on after having sex.

The next thing Roger noticed was that Molly and her mom were much closer than a normal mother daughter relationship was thought of being. He saw a couple of instances of this.

First he noticed that when they hugged especially when they were not dressed, the hugs just weren’t the casual mother daughter hugs one would expect. These hugs were long passionate embraces where their naked or scantily clad bodies were pressed up against each other’s with their pussy rubbing together samsun escort and hands roaming.

Several times he also saw them kissing on the lips, and not just casual kisses either. These were deep wet tongue probing tonsil swabbing kisses. These kisses lasted a good long time and bodies were grinding together as well. If he didn’t know any better he would have figured there was some incest going on there.

Lastly Roger noticed that Holly had taken more than just a casual interest in him. He was certain that she was scoping him out and plotting how to make her move on him.

First was the fact that Holly began seeing Roger not as the little boy down the street who grew up with her daughter. Holly was now seeing Roger as a handsome sexy young stud pony she wanted to tame and ride.

Looking at Reggie you couldn’t blame Holly for wanting what her daughter Molly was enjoying. Now, at age, 19 Reggie had grown up and filled out quite well.

Gone was the skinny scrawny awkward little boy who used to trip over his own feet and was bashful around girls. Roger now stood about 6’1″ tall, was quite muscular, broad shouldered and had a square jaw like you would think of a marine having in the recruiting poster.

Reggie wasn’t skinny but he wasn’t fat either. He was well toned and carried himself well.. He had a muscular bare chest rock hard six pack abs from playing football and wrestling in high school and had that ruggedly handsome look girls go for.

Roger also had sandy blondish brown hair he kept tidy and cut short hazel eyes. Finally Roger was confident sure of himself He had a certain air about him that seemed to command respect without coming across as cocky or arrogant.

Roger had that certain jen-es-se-quoi about him that drew people to him like magnets, a charisma that lit up the room and an air about him that told everyone he was a natural born leader.

To get a better overall picture of what Roger was like, imagine a young version of the well-known Hollywood stars James Dean, Clint Eastwood or even John Wayne. Combine that with the charisma and confidence of the character James Bond or even Marko Ramius from the hit movie Hunt for Red October both portrayed by Sean Connery and you would have Roger.

Holly first began making her move on Roger with subtle teases. She would drop little subtle hints verbally and nonverbally as well. For example, one time when Roger and Molly had been swimming Roger was in his bathing suit and Holly was in the house. When Roger came in Holly looked up and licked her lips. She then said “Oh baby if I were only 20 years younger,” and left it at that.

Holly would also touch Roger a lot, and call him pet names such as hon, sweetie, and Mon Cher. Roger liked all the attention he was getting yet he wasn’t quite sure of what to make of it.

Sure Roger would have loved to boned Holly and not just one time but make it a regular thing like it was with Molly. However, Roger loved Molly deeply and didn’t want to hurt her feelings and felt like he would be betraying her trust. Roger was in a quandary and didn’t know what to do.

To make matters worse Holly kept increasing the temptations. She began coming up on Roger from behind wearing nothing but an open robe and smile and wrapping her arms around him pulling him close to her. It was all Roger could do to keep his wits about him.

Roger had tried to get up the gumption to ask Holly to quit doing it but he could never bring himself to do it He enjoyed the attention to much. Holly’s charms were bewitching and her touches were intoxicating. He was addicted to her and he could stop wanting the attention.

Little did Roger know that Molly was in on this but she was feigning ignorance. He tried bringing it up to her but could never seem to find the right words to say or time to do it. As a result he just went with it and figured he couldn’t fight it so why try.

Meanwhile, as this was going on between Roger and Holly, sex between Molly and Roger was still running good and hot. As a part of her and Holly’s plan Molly began to coax Roger to have sex outside of the bedroom. Roger was felt a little awkward about that. Mainly he was afraid of getting caught by Holly but Molly assured him it was no big deal.

“Hell, it’s not like she has never seen anyone have sex before or anything like that,” Molly said with a loving yet playful tease. “Besides mom and I are open and honest about everything so it’s no real biggie.”

Roger decided he wasn’t going to try to fight it and for the next few weeks Roger, six to be exact, Molly had sex in the living room kitchen or where ever the mood struck them.

Eventually the day came Roger secretly dreaded, the day Molly’s mom would walk in on them in the middle of sex. It was in shortly after 1:30 P.M. on a Thursday in early September.

Molly and Roger had come home from a class they were taking earlier in the day at the local Junior College. After grabbing a quick sandwich from the fridge for lunch, they decided it was time for “dessert”

Molly and Roger were in the middle of hot torrid sex. Roger was sitting on the couch reclined back and Molly was sitting in his lap facing him and riding his cock. Molly had just worked her way up to a good steady rhythm and Reggie had his hands on Molly’s hips guiding her motions.

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Hello readers, this is your humble omniscient narrator with another episode in the life of Daisy; The girl with something extra.

When Daisy Elaine Maye was a fourteen year old boy named David, her hairless body began to develop curves and breasts. Over the next four years she developed into a woman, mentally, physically, and emotionally. When she turned eighteen, she began her transition.

That all happened many years ago, now-a-days she is a pretty transgender woman, who passes easily.

~~~

You can read about the vacation to France Daisy and Dana refer to in this story in 100 years in purgatory ch. 05.

~~~

It’s been a few months since we checked in with Daisy. During that period, she’s spent a lot of time with Dana, who is a girly girl. Thanks in part to her influence, Daisy has begun to present as a female full-time.

In this episode of the girl with something extra, the two women have just returned from a dream vacation to the French Riviera.

They were still trying to recover from jet-lag as they sat at a table on the patio at a restaurant named ‘A Quaint Little Bistro.

They were still getting themselves sorted when Dana said, “You look so cute in that sundress you bought in France. When are you going to admit that you’re happy you went with me?”

After a weak smile, Daisy sighed dramatically before she said, “It was alright, but I’m just not sure anything is worth flying nearly twenty hours for, is what I’m saying. I’m going to be jet lagged for a month.”

“Girl you ought to stop,” said Dana with a sigh. “Don’t you dare pretend you didn’t love every single minute of our trip. It was fun doing the things tourists do, while we were in Paris, and you know it.

“And I know you loved it when we went to the nude beach in Nice.”

“Yeah, I have to admit that was kind of fun” said Daisy, pressing her lips together, and taking a deep breath, “Nobody was mean and hateful, once they saw me, that was good. That’s not the reaction I usually get when people find out about me though.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry you have to put up with that,” said Dana. “But forget about it. I don’t want to ruin our good mood.”

“Agreed,” said Daisy. “I’d much rather talk about how slutty you were the night we went dancing with JT.”

“Oh my lord,” exclaimed Dana, closing her eyes, and moaning. “That night we spent with JT! He was truly heaven sent.” Now she was fanning herself with both hands.

“I know a lot of people don’t believe in it, but I think we had a guardian angel watching over us, while we were traveling in France.

How else do you explain the feeling we had, that we were being watched sometimes? And what are the odds of us meeting the exact type man we had been fantasizing about. I’m telling you girl, an angel sent him to us.”

“Girl, you’re tripping,” Daisy teased her. “You’ll come up with any excuse for you being a slut for his big dick, won’t you?”

A giggling Dana leaned closer to her before she said, “When we were dancing close to each other, I felt it damn near touching my knee, and I had to see it. Once I saw it I had to suck it.”

“I know we’d seen it on the beach, but it wasn’t hard then.”

“But who are you to talk; you’re the one who swallowed his cum, not me.”

“And that’s why what happens on the French Riviera stays on the French Riviera,” said a giggling Daisy, raising her glass of water to toast their mutual sluttiness. Then she laughed.

As they had a sip of water to complete the toast, their server stopped at their table to take their order. Hey there Chandra,” they said almost in unison. “Y’all are busy tonight,” said Daisy.

“It’s been like this all summer,” responded Chandra, as she made a note of the entree Daisy had pointed to on the menu. “I haven’t seen you two in here for a few weeks. How have y’all been?” she asked as she jotted down Dana’s order.

“We were at a nude beach in France,” said Dana, laughing and handing her menu to Chandra.

Chandra’s gasped, and then said, “Seriously?”

“Yes ma’am,” said Daisy. “I liked being naked too, even though I was nervous before we did it. But I saw other girls like us out there, which really made me feel better about myself.”

“If I can find cool people like that around here I’d do it again Dana nodded her head, and then said, “I hope I find another JT too.” Then she giggled.

“Oh my goodness, what a cock he had, it was huge. I’ve never had anybody that deep in me before.”

Daisy nodded her head and said, “Yes, he was truly blessed.”

Chandra laughed at Dana being silly, before she looked at Daisy sheepishly, and then said, “I’ll be right back with your meal.

“Poor girl, I think you embarrassed her with all that talk about big dicks,” said Daisy with a little chuckle.

“Why the hell would that embarrass her?” asked Dana with a confused look onn her face.

“Because she’s self-conscious about being hung like a horse herself,” responded Daisy. “The poor thing.”

“Wha, wha, what?” said Dana. mardin escort Her expression suddenly filled with mischief. “Does she like girls?”

~

“Now hush about that. I’ll tell her you’re interested. Now let me tell you about my itinerary this fall. It’s time for football time, you know,” said Daisy.

“Oh God! Are you getting ready to dump me until football season is over?” asked Dana, rolling her eyes.

“You’re silly. Of course I’m not kicking you to the curb. You can hang-out with me as much as you want. Daisy reassured Dana. “Besides, you like football too.”

She spent the next few minutes sharing her tentative plans for the new season. She would be going to games, or watching them at her favorite sports bar dressed as a woman. Which would certainly increase the likelihood that she will have uncomfortable situations to deal with, but she was determined to see it through.

~~~

Meanwhile, sitting a few tables away from them, looking at his twitter feed, and luxuriating in the aroma of Daisy’s perfume was Donald “Bud” Wiser. He was a guy who Dana and Daisy had practically drooled over when they were on the nude beach in Nice.

He had been interested in them too, especially Daisy, but he wasn’t alone on the trip, so he had to ignore her.

As fate would have it, he met JT in a bar on the last day of his vacation. The two men talked mostly about some of the women on the beach, including Daisy and Dana while having a couple of beers. When he told JT where he was from, JT told him Daisy and Dana were from that city as well. He also told Bud that Daisy could found at the Quaint Little Bistro on most Wednesdays.

And so here sits Dub at said Bistro on Wednesday night. Certainly, he could have gone over there, introduced himself, and reminded them who he was. Seducing either one or perhaps both of them would have been easy, since he already knew they had been fantasizing about him.

The problem was he’d already seduced many women all around the world, and so at this point in his life, easy pussy didn’t appeal to him.

He preferred to play a little cat and mouse game. To get the game started, he needed a way to make her notice him.

For that task, he enlisted the help of his server.

~

“Miss, would you do me a favor?” He asked.

“I’m Chandra,” she responded.

“Chandra, would you help me?” asked Bud.

“Of course,” responded Chandra. “What do you need?”

“Do you smell that perfume?” He asked.

Somehow Chandra managed to keep from rolling her eyes, but she gave him a look, before she said, “Which one? I smell lots of different perfumes. Can you describe the one you’re asking about?”

“There’s one that’s very different from the rest, it’s distinctive,” responded Bud, certain that she had noticed the expensive French perfume.

“Oh,” said Chandra, “It belongs to the lady sitting over there, the one with the short haircut and the rainbow colored choker.”

“Thank you,” said Bud with a smile as he handed Chandra a generous tip. Then he inhaled deeply before he said, “I need another favor.”

This time Chandra smiled before she responded, and then she said, “Yes sir.”

Bud smiled back at her, amused that she was now more attentive to him. He then said, “Bring their bill to me.”

“Yes sir,” said Chandra, cheerfully.

A few moments later Chandra placed an invoice on Daisy and Dana’s table, with a note she had written, that read, “Paid in full by Donald “Bud” Wiser. He’s the guy dressed in white linen.”

Daisy looked at the note for a long moment, before she showed it to Dana.

Both women turned their heads to look at Bud, who was looking back at them. He nodded his head. Both women held their gaze for a moment before they looked away.

Bud knew they would be talking about him now. Phase one of his plan was a success. His next goal was to use this chance encounter, to ensure he would see her here again. When his server returned to check on him, he had one more favor to ask of her.

Chandra stood at his table with her hands clasped, her expression was warm and friendly, “How are we doing over here, sir? She asked. “Sir,” she repeated herself when Bud didn’t respond to her. Then she leaned in and was about to call to him again, when he looked up at her.

“Oh, sorry Chandra, what were you saying?” he asked.

“I was making sure you didn’t need anything else. That’s all,” Chandra responded cheerfully.

After a pause and a quick glance at Daisy, Bud said, “The lady I asked you about, is she a regular here?”

When he first hatched his plan, he’d figured Chandra might not give any information about Daisy to a total stranger. That’s why he’d made the strategic move of greasing her palm earlier, with that generous tip. He was betting that afterwards, Chandra would be willing to tell him anything he wanted to know. Just as he expected it would, his earlier investment paid off.

She gave him the response he was hoping van escort for, when she said, “I have seen her here before, but I’d rather not say anything else.

“I understand, and I’m pleased that you responded to me that way. I’d want you to respect my privacy too, if some stranger was asking about Me.” said Bud smiling at her.

~

While Bud was sitting at his table planning his seduction of her, Daisy was indeed talking with Dana about him.

When they looked at him for that brief moment he looked vaguely familiar, but neither woman could put a name with his face.

Dana said it first, “I could swear that I’ve seen him somewhere,” she said.

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing,” said Daisy, nodding her head yes. “He’s kinda cute, don’t you think?”

“Meh, I guess so,” Dana frowned, and then she said, “I wonder which one of us does he want.

“Or maybe he’s just hoping one of us will show some interest in him, and he’ll take whoever he can get.” She laughed.

“If you were him, which one of us would you want?”

“Oh my goodness, what kind of question is that,” Daisy said, while waving her hand dismissively. “Don’t include me in that. Obviously it’s you he wants. I mean, do the math. You’re an attractive CIS woman and I’m not.

“You’re an attractive woman too, and he can’t tell if you’re any different from Me.” said Dana, giving her a very stern look.

“You knew about me when you first saw me, didn’t you?” Daisy responded with a tinge of sadness in her voice, and her expression.

“I only wondered about you,” Dana corrected her, and then she explained, “I didn’t feel certain of anything. If it hadn’t been for your rainbow colored choker, I might not have said anything to you. I was just hoping you were who you turned out to be.”

“That’s sweet of you to say. I guess I’m too negative sometimes.” said Daisy smiling at her friend.

“Yes you are,” responded Dana. “OK, let’s give Chandra a tip to cover our suitor’s meal.” Then she got her attention.

When she arrived at their table Dana said, “Chandra, please tell the gentleman one of us took care of the tip. Which one of us is he trying to pick up?” She raised an eyebrow as she waited for Chandra to respond.

Chandra smiled knowingly, and then said, “I’ll tell him that Daisy tipped me on his behalf.”

“Thank you Chandra,” said Dana, looking at Daisy’s face. “Would you tell him, it will be Daisy’s treat next time?

“And please tell Chef Jerome our meal was great.”

“See you next week.”

~

As they walked to their cars, Dana was waiting for Daisy to say something about what she’d just done. But to her surprise, Daisy didn’t say anything at all until they were about to get into their cars, she said, “You’re really pleased with yourself, aren’t you?” And then she laughed. “I’ll talk to you later.”

As Daisy navigated through the normal horrible traffic, her brain was working overtime on a variety of random thoughts.

“Why do I have to see a cute guy now? I don’t have time for this; it’s time for my main squeeze to come back into my life.” She said to herself.

But if she were honest, the brief encounter she had with JT, while she was on the Riviera, had reminded her how much she liked pleasing a man. Maybe she could make time for one last fling before her love life went on hiatus for a while.

~~~

Wednesday after work

She had finished a quarter pound turkey burger, and sweet potato fries, at ‘The Quaint Little Bistro’, when she felt someone’s presence close to her. She turned her head slightly to see who was there, and she found herself staring straight into Bud’s’ crotch.

She quickly turned back around, and resumed looking at her phone.

He continued walking to the other side of the table, and then said, “Hi Daisy, would you mind if I join you just for a second.”

“I don’t mind, but I don’t want to lose my train of thought,” she responded looking up from her phone for a quick second.

“I feel you. In that case I’ll keep it moving, and I will see you next Wednesday. What time is good for you,” asked Bud. He knew she was trying to play un-interested, which was cool with him. He enjoyed the chase as much as the capture anyway.

Daisy only glanced up at him for a moment; if she looked at him any longer she’d have lost her nerve. Then she responded, she said, “I’m usually here at seven p m.”

“Alright, I’ll see you then,” he said, and then he started to walk away before he turned and said thanked for being so generous on his behalf, when she tipped Chandra last week. And then he was gone.

Daisy hated being so cold towards him, but she had to be. Otherwise she might have sucked his cock right then and there. Besides she really did need to make a commitment to sticking to her calendar. “I’ve got to maintain a healthy balance in my life this season,” she thought.

Her thoughts were interrupted again when Chandra sat a glass of lemonade on the table, and then she said, ankara escort “Girl it looks like he’s still interested, even after I told him why you wear your rainbow colored choker.” Then she shrugged her shoulders.

“Yeah, it looks that way,” Daisy said, after sighing heavily. ” I really don’t want to get involved with anybody right now, but he’s so damn sexy.”

Chandra smacked her lips before she said, “Girl I think he’s a player,” Then she walked away to serve another customer. “I’ll call you later,”

~~~

Thursday night.

Bell, Biv, and DeVoe’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets when they saw Daisy walk through the door at the Socks and Jocks sports bar.

“You are one pretty sissy,” said Bell, as he stood up to hug her.

“Don’t hold me in your arms too long,” Daisy teased. “And I’m a woman, you caveman you.” Then she pinched his right ear hard, and gave it a twist.

She gave Biv and DeVoe a hug too, before joining them at their table. She said, that was a short off-season wasn’t it guys?”

The three men all looked at each other before DeVoe spoke, he said, “Hold up. You don’t think you’re gon come up in here looking like that on Thursday night, and just start talking football, do you?”

Biv raised an eyebrow.

“You only get dressed when you’re going to the drag queen show,” Bell said. I thought you said you were moving on from that.”

“I have moved on,” She reassured them. “This is me, twenty four seven now. I’m a woman.” Then she smiled at her buddies.

All Daisy meant was, she’d decided to drop the androgynous tom-boy look, and dress in women’s clothes all the time now. The dress she was wearing was typical of her new style. It showed her toned arms and shoulders, and fit loosely around her hips, because she doesn’t tuck.

But her buddies had stunned looks on their faces. Biv was the first to speak. “For real?” he asked.

Bell and DeVoe were staring at her with their mouths hanging open.

“What the hell is the matter with you guys? And close your mouths before something flies in them,” said Daisy, laughing out loud at them. “Y’all have known who I am for a long time.”

Finally Bell spoke, and told her what the hell was the matter, he said, “Did you get your dick cut off?”

Daisy couldn’t hold back from laughing, she leaned back in her chair with her hand over her mouth, laughing until she felt her eyes moisten. When she finally returned to herself, she exhaled and then said, “No I didn’t have it cut off. I’d never do that.

I love being a girl with something extra. I just mean I won’t be hiding behind the safety of tom-boy clothes anymore.”

“Y’all should have seen the looks on your faces.”

Then it was quiet at the table for a moment until Biv blurted out, “Which bathroom do you use now?”

“The ladies’,” said Daisy, matter of factly.

“I bet you’re getting hit on a lot,” said Bell, quickly going all ‘protective older brother’ on her.

After she looked at him and shook her head, Daisy said, “All you ever worry about is if somebody is getting my coochie. Y’all worry too much. I’m not doing anything with any of your buddies.

“And don’t worry about me. I’m still tough, dress or no dress.” Then she laughed. “I’ll definitely let you know if I need your help.”

“Now, let’s eat something and watch a few minutes of the game.”

~~~

Saturday roadie

Daisy didn’t tell Dana about her plan to visit Buck Naked Naturist Resort. She needed to do this alone. She’s always had someone to hold on to no matter where she went or what she did.

First it was her mother, followed by Cindy, then Bell, Biv, DeVoe, and now Dana. It was time to cut the umbilical cord. She did send Chandra a text though, just so somebody would know where she was.

During the drive to the resort, it had taken all of her willpower to keep from turning her car around and heading back home. She had all the usual insecurities most first-time visitors have, and then there was that one unique concern of hers.

~

In reality, the place turned out to be exactly what she was looking for. The resort’s website promised that everyone was welcome, and she was certainly made to feel at ease.

The first person she encountered was the perky woman with registration counter duties in the business office. “Hello Daisy I’m Cookie, we spoke on the phone earlier, I’m so happy you decided to come,” she said, while extending her hand over the counter toward Daisy. “You’ll get used to it in no time.”

She was referring to the fact that she was totally nude at the time. “Ahem,” said Daisy. “I don’t mind nudity at all, it’s just, you know, what we talked about that concerns me.”

“Like I told you on the phone, our members and guests here either won’t care, or won’t notice that you are a very attractive woman with a penis,” said Cookie. “If anything, the ones who do notice Will be very interested in a positive way.” Her statement was accompanied by a smile that told Daisy the Buck Naked Naturist Resort wasn’t as wholesome as it purports to be.

The women talked for a few minutes more as Daisy filled out the required paperwork. “You’ll have to be nude once you go onto the property,” Cookie said while trying to hide her anticipation. Her demeanor was so positive it melted away Daisy’s apprehension.

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It was ten days since he had broken up with his girlfriend and still the coffee was bitter. Roger didn’t complain though. Not out loud. He just drank it since his friends were nice enough to take him out. It was his birthday and though he preferred to stay at home and pine over Rosie, his friends still dragged him out kicking and screaming.

Roger looked around the coffee shop. Couldn’t help it because his friends were looking around as well. There were a few girls splattered here and there. Mostly with tank tops and shorts and legs just dying for a tan. Why did it have to be summer? If it was winter, those legs would be covered, the chests would be covered as well. Big winter coats to hide breasts that reminded him of Rosie. The days when his mouth would caress them, or as Rosie would say “peck them as if eating birdfeed.” He was never good enough for her, and he guessed that’s why they broke up. Or more specifically, why she broke up with him. Maybe if he had lost his virginity in high school and had several notches on his belt like Randy and Jason (his version of Lenny and Squiggy that hung out with him – and was he lame that he still watched Laverne & Shirley?). He wasn’t the kind of stud that they were. In fact, he had met them in College. They helped him meet Rosie and being with her was like being in heaven. The only problem was his sword was dull.

He watched as the girls in the coffee shop looked down on him, pinning him to his seat with their eyes. He looked away. “This is fun.”

“Yes it is!” giggled Randy excitedly fixing his left short sleeve. The fold came down as he had waved his fist at a girl during Roger’s introspection. It wasn’t a “I’m gonna punch you” kind of fist, but a “come get some of this” fist. It was the kind of fist you joked around with your friends, not the kind you showed to the girls, unless you were as bold as Randy. Randy had blonde hair and a tan any girl would be jealous for. The only problem was, he was too forward. Who was Roger to judge though? Randy was laid more times than he could count.

“Come on, cheer up, Roger!” Jason bit his bottom lip then nodded to a girl wearing a black leather jacket. “It’s too hot for her to be wearing that. I should take it off.”

“Yeah, you should go over there,” said Randy slapping Jason’s back with his hand. “Go over there.”

Roger stood up. “Well, this was fun. Another fun birthday. Well, see you guys.”

“Sit back down,” said Jason smirking. He grabbed Roger’s shirt sleeve and Roger was back on his seat. “What kind of friends would we be if we just took you for coffee?”

“Really guys, this is okay,” sighed Roger, “I’m glad you came and took me out, but really, I’m just happy to spend the night alone in my dorm. It’s just another birthday.”

“It’s your twenty-first birthday,” piped in Randy. “Man, when I was twenty-one, you know what I did?”

“Got laid.” Roger rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” Randy winked.

“Okay, okay, enough fooling around,” said Jason. “We’d better tell him.” Jason put his hands in his jeans pocket then took out three pieces of paper. He tossed one to Roger.

Roger scoffed before looking at the paper. “What’s this? 1-800-hookers are us?”

“Don’t be silly!” Jason shook his head. “Really? What do you take me for? Some kind of pimp? Puh-lease!”

“You’ll like this, Roger,” smiled Randy, nodding his head. “Jason’s got connections. Take a look.”

Roger picked up the piece of paper and looked at it. Greater Star Club Presents Ginger. “Nice, Ginger from Gilligan’s Island.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “This is why you don’t get dates. Do me and the world a favor and don’t mention any weird TV shows. Nerdiness isn’t hot.”

“What is it then?”

Randy shrugged. “It’s nerdy. Anyway, what do you think?”

“What is it? Some kind of show?”

“Puh-lease!” Jason rolled his eyes. “Some kind of show? Some kind of show? Is Wrestlemania just some kind of show?”

Randy pointed at the ticket. “This piece of paper gets you into a night of debauchery or to put it in your terms, lots of sex! We’re talking all the sex you can eat.”

“All the pussy you can eat,” added Jason. “Of course, that’s after the show because the chicks will be so hot and drooling from their mouths and their nether regions that you won’t know where to start.”

Roger slid the ticket back to Jason. “I’ll pass.”

Jason slid the ticket back to Roger. “No, you won’t. It’s our gift for your birthday.”

“Plus you have to get out of the house.” Randy stretched. “We’ll pick you up at seven. Dress is casual.”

2

Roger had no idea what to wear. Actually, that wasn’t true, they told him it’d be casual. Casual meant jeans. He settled for a black sweater to go with the blue jeans. That would be casual enough and besides, he wouldn’t be out all that long, he thought to himself. Probably just some hour show on stage, then he would be safe to return home. He wasn’t one to party. Going out for coffee had been a struggle in and balıkesir escort of itself, but he couldn’t turn down his friends, now could he? Yet, here they were with this extra silliness. Who was this Ginger person anyway?

The knock on the door meant he was now a prisoner and the guards were ready to take him away to jail. The jail of fun. He opened the door and standing there with goofy grins on their faces were his friends, Randy and Jason. Randy was the goofier one. Then again, he was the one who stood out more. Girls were suckers for the blonde guy. Jason was dark-haired. Tall, dark, and handsome. Roger wasn’t sure what he was. His hair was brown, but he didn’t really pay attention to it. There was no need to when there were no girls in his life.

“Ready to go, buddy?” asked Randy, elbowing Jason in his side. “He’s ready to go.”

“Yes,” sighed Roger, “I’m ready to go. Take me to this Greater Star Club then.” He shrugged. “Is this okay?”

Jason bit his bottom lip slightly, then nodded. “Yeah, that’ll do fine. Could’ve just thrown on a T-shirt like us.”

Roger smirked. “It’s supposed to rain tonight.”

“So what?” laughed Randy. “We’ll be indoors and I’ll be too busy to think about rain, if you catch my drift.”

Roger shrugged it off and let them lead him to Jason’s car. He leaned back looking out his side window as they drove. Once they reached the club, Roger stepped out of the car, looked around and saw the long line of people across the street.

Jason got of the car and put his arm around Roger. “There you go buddy. There it is, your initiation into adulthood.”

“I’m already an adult,” frowned Roger. He crossed his arms. “Not sure about you two.”

“Hey birthday boy,” laughed Randy whacking his friend across the back, “don’t be so glum.”

They crossed the street while Roger shook his head. He stood behind some fat girl with a skinny tank top. “Yeah, good idea. Do you realize how long this line is?”

Jason patted Roger’s shoulder. “There, there, relax, Roger. I’ve been here before, it moves fast.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Roger looked in front of him and saw the fat girl was 2 meters ahead of him. He rushed up behind her and saw the line moving fast like Jason said it was.

The bouncer was the usual kind with the black T-shirt, bald and full of muscle. He nodded to Roger and punched his ticket with the puncher. “You boys are gonna have a good time tonight, eh?”

Randy giggled. “That we are, my man, that we are.”

The bouncer punched Randy’s ticket, and smiled. “Enjoy the show.”

Jason led the way. Once inside the door, they had to climb stairs. It was an auditorium, as if they were going to see some play, thought Roger. He saw the stage get smaller and smaller as they climbed higher and higher. Great, he’d be watching an ant farm.

“Can’t we go closer? Why are we sitting all the way up there?”

“One, because that’s the number of our seats,” said Jason, “and two, don’t you know that the closer you sit, the more the illusion of the ballet lessens?”

“I don’t think this is going to be a ballet. Or is this going to be a ballet?”

Randy giggled. “Oh, it’s going to be a ballet!” He followed Jason down the aisle, then Jason sat down. Randy sat down next to him and then Roger sat down next to Randy. “Good seats, huh?”

Jason cleared his throat. “Um, Randy you have to switch places with Roger.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re not sitting in the right number. Look at your seat.”

Randy sighed, dipped his head down as if he was going to give himself head and saw the seat number. He looked at his ticket, frowned and got up. “I don’t know what the big deal is.”

“They’re really strict about the seating.”

Randy got up and traded places with Roger. “Don’t see why, we’re all friends.”

Jason shrugged. “Trust me.” He pointed to the little camera above them. “They’re watching.”

“Ladies and gentlemen,” came a voice from above their seats, “please take your seats, the show will begin in five minutes.”

“Damn, that scared me!” laughed Randy. “Didn’t know they had a speaker right above our heads. Hope I don’t go deaf!”

“Trust me,” laughed Jason, “You won’t mind going deaf.”

Roger sat back and folded his arms in front of him. The audience was getting quieter and quieter. The loud hustle and bustle was now turning into soft whispers. There was a couple in front of him and they were holding hands. Roger stretched out his legs, then sat straight in his chair bringing his legs back to where they were with his feet planted on the ground. Lots of leg room. He shrugged. At least he had the leg room going for him. If the show was dull, he could take a good nap.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please sit back comfortably, and remember there is no smoking.” A few groans were heard. “Though the smoking from your guns is allowed.” Cheers from the audience. Roger could almost hear the quickening heartbeats of the audience. balıkesir escort bayan “Please enjoy the show.” The lights started to dim until they were all in darkness.

There was a spotlight on the stage and Roger could see the stage rising a bit. This special effect didn’t excite him as much as they thought it would, but he gave it a chance. After all, it was only a minute into the show. The stage stopped rising and stepping into the spotlight was a gentleman wearing a red suit jacket and red pants. He had on a white shirt and something that looked like a red rose pinned to it. His top hat was long and black. Roger frowned when he saw the man’s black cape, but was intrigued that the man looked like he was four feet tall.

“Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, children eighteen and over, welcome to the Greater Star Club!” The man flourished his hands in the air. His lips were red. “My name is Manick and I shall be your tour guide for tonight’s pleasure romp! If this is your first time, please don’t be afraid to come in your pants. It happens to everyone. If you haven’t brought a handkerchief don’t worry, there should be one in the arm of your seat.” He smirked. “I’ll wait a minute for you to find it!”

“What the hell?” said Roger, looking to his left at Jason, then his right, at Randy. His jaw dropped as he saw Randy pulling open what looked like an astray on the seat arm. He pulled out a handkerchief, then closed the astray.

Randy winked. “You never know, might come in handy.”

Roger looked back at the stage, shook his head and sighed. There was nothing in his astray.

“Great!” continued Manick. “You’ve found it! Please remember, we are not responsible for any seizures or heart attacks you may have. Enter at your own risk! Penetrate at your own risk! And now, as they say, on with the show!” He clapped his hands and the spotlight turned off leaving the audience, again, in total darkness.

The spotlight turned on again, and this time a lady was illuminated. She stood, dressed in a green evening gown, with a green shawl draped on her arm. As she walked across the stage she kicked off her green high heels, careful to keep her profile to the audience. Her hair was in ringlets and her arms were sparkling white. Roger could almost see spots of sweat on those arms. It made him almost wish for a handkerchief in his ashtray. He cleared his throat and continued to watch as she sat on the bed that was now illuminated by another spotlight. The lady was now facing the audience. Her lips were pressed tight and she stared at the audience with burning eyes, as if daring them to come down and tear off her clothes. There were a few sounds of shallow breathing. People, men, starting to get themselves ready, stroking themselves. Roger shivered. Why was he here?

“My name is Ginger,” said the lady. Her voice resonated on the speaker, and at that moment was the only voice in the room. It was as if there were no one else but the watcher and her. At least that was the way Roger felt. It could’ve been just her and him in the room. He shook the thought away. It was just a show after all. None of this was actually real! Why was we always such a spoil sport? No wonder his friends never took him anywhere.

Ginger smirked shyly, set her shawl on the ground, then crossed her legs. Her hand rubbed along her thigh as she breathed deeply, in and out. Her breath could be heard because of the speakers. She was probably wearing a microphone. Roger gasped as he saw what he couldn’t believe. Her hand now went underneath her evening gown. Most probably down there! Roger wanted to close his eyes, but he also wanted to keep watching. He held his breath, tried to breathe. If only he could have a drink of water. He should’ve brought a bottle of water into the auditorium. Her head leaned back as her breathing quickened. Over to his left, his extreme left, past Jason, he heard a man’s cry of orgasm. Roger wiped the sweat from his forehead. There was that smell of sex in the air. Pretty early, he thought, but pungent, stale, sweet, and delicious. She had a way of drawing it from the audience as her hand slithered in and out, in and out, until she too uttered a groan. In that groan, the rest of the audience was speechless. The groan seemed to last for five minutes but could’ve just been twenty seconds. The lights on the stage dimmed slightly. There was a hard boom which woke the audience up. They sat upright in their chairs. Roger sure did.

What the hell was that sound? They saw where the sound came from. Standing on stage was a man wearing a jean shirt and blue jeans. He had on cowboy boots and was hatless. The boots were what had made that sound because they made the same sound again and this time the audience saw the heels of his boots hit the floor of the stage. The man knelt on the stage in front of the kicked off high heels and brought one to his lips. He kissed it softly, smelled it, and put his other hand to what may have been a bulge escort balıkesir in his pants. A gasp from the audience. He set the shoe down, stood up and took off his cowboy boots slowly. Allowing the sound of the zipper to resonate around the auditorium. The man had dark hair and when he ripped off his shirt, there was more dark hair on his chest. Roger could hear the girl in front of him. Her breathing was becoming shallow.

The man approached Ginger who was still seated on the bed. Ginger didn’t look at the man, but kept her eyes on the audience as he pulled off his belt. Once pulled off he gave it a hard snap in the air, so the audience could hear the loud whipping sound it made. He folded the belt, shoved Ginger back roughly so she now lay on the bed.

“You have a hot body,” said Ginger, her voice still heard on the speakers. Roger nodded his head, along with everyone else he thought. “Hope you’ll be gentle with me.”

“I’ll be as gentle as my cock wants me to,” he replied. He turned his back to the audience and they heard the sound of his zipper, unzipping. He flung himself onto Ginger and bucked, riding her as if she were a horse that needed to be broken.

“Fuck me, cowboy!” yelled Ginger.

An almost inaudible ‘yes’ was heard in the crowd.

Now the cowboy was on his back and Ginger was straddling him. She lifted her evening gown over her head and threw it to the side. The audience could see her back. Her back was white, soft, but erect as she now rode the cowboy.

“I’m gonna fuck you hard, cowboy,” murmured Ginger. “Fuck you hard.”

Roger squirmed in his seat, his throat already more than dry. He wanted to touch himself, but he wouldn’t dare. He couldn’t! That wouldn’t be right, especially in a public place. He pretended he didn’t hear Randy’s breathing growing shorter.

Ginger was thrown off the bed and the audience gasped. The cowboy grabbed the belt and threw it out to the audience. Someone screamed. More from pleasure, probably from being able to catch the belt. The cowboy let his pants fall and finally kicked them off stage. His cock was erect like a loaded pistol and there was silence in the audience. Those who were getting themselves off took a small break to see what the cowboy would do. He grabbed Ginger and lifted her up. She was now standing and facing the audience while his back was to them. Ginger smirked as her body was planted against his, hard. The man’s hands were now on her asscheeks as he pumped into her. Ginger’s eyes tightening, tears falling down her cheeks as she whimpered. The man groaned, his breathing sounding like the panting of a dog in hot weather. His panting becoming quicker and quicker, Ginger’s breathing matching his until finally he let out one big groan and Ginger screamed “Fuckin’ cowboy, yes!” The man shoved her back lightly, then passed out on stage. Ginger smirked.

The lights went out and the audience started applauding. Roger joined in too. He admitted to himself, he did have a great time. The spotlight returned onto the stage. Ginger still stood there smirking as Manick came up behind her and draped a white gown on her shoulders. He covered her breasts with it, tied it together from behind, then put an arm around her and they bowed together. The lights in the auditorium lit up slightly. Randy blushed slightly as Roger glanced at him. He zipped up his pants.

The cowboy ran onto the stage wearing a similar white gown. He got on the other side of Manick and bowed slightly, then they all joined hands and bowed together.

“Thank you everyone!” cheered Manick after the round of applause. “The show isn’t over yet though!” Manick let go of Ginger’s hand and the cowboy’s hand. “If I’m right, I believe we have a birthday.”

Jason smiled. “Told you this will be good.”

“What the hell?” asked Roger. “They’re going to bring me a cake?”

Jason laughed. “You’ll see.”

Manick looked directly at Roger. “There he is, Ginger! There’s the birthday boy himself! I believe he’s wetting himself already!” Laughter from the audience. Manick put his hand in his suit jacket pocket then took out a piece of paper and looked at it. “Roger Donovan?”

“Raise your hand, Mr. Donovan,” laughed the cowboy, “don’t be shy.”

Roger raised his hand slowly, then looked around at his friends. Thankfully, Randy looked presentable finally. His shirt was tucked back into his pants and his pants were closed. He decided not to wonder where the handkerchief was.

Ginger clasped her hands in front of her. “Well, good evening birthday boy! You stay right there, I’m coming.”

Applause from the audience.

“Okay everyone!” cheered Manick waving his arms in the air. “Let’s all sing happy birthday now as Ginger gives Mr. Donovan his birthday surprise and I was told this is his first time here, so it should definitely be a surprise!”

As Ginger walked off the stage and up to where Roger was seated, the chanting of “Happy Birthday” could be heard from everyone in the audience.

“Oh my god,” said Randy with his mouth gaping, “she’s coming this way!”

Once Ginger reached to where Randy was seated she raised her arm and then Manick stopped singing. He put his hands together and clapped. The audience joined in the clapping and the singing had ended. Ginger pushed past Randy and faced Roger smiling. Her right hand was in a fist.

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“Dude hurry up we are going to be late.” The call came from the passenger window of my best friends car. Five of us were heading off on an 8 hour journey across the country for a festival. I was running down from my apartment and saw the packed car overflowing with beer and tents and more beer. I stuffed my belongings in the boot of the car and jumped in the back behind the passenger seat. Dave was driving as it was his car and he liked doing long distances, for some strange reason. In the front of me was Tony he was a large guy not fat by any means but bulky. Naturally we weren’t going to squeeze in the back with him. Directly next to me was Paul he was a strange guy usually very quiet until he had a few beers then he was the life of the party. On the far side was Mike, a small guy but great fun to be around.

“Man I hope we beat this storm.” Dave sighed from the front of the car as the sky swirled a dirty grey cloud above our heads “I hate driving in the rain.” We set off down the road and had probably gone half an hour before the first rain drop hit the windshield. “Damn it better not rain all weekend.” Tony grumbled from the front “forecast was for blue skys.”

“We have 7 and half hours of driving left to do you big dope the weather will be fine at the campsite.” Laughed Mike. An hour later and we were all settling into the drive. We had a few pillows and blankets in the back and it was pretty cosy I was struggling not too fall asleep. I leant forward to speak to Dave make sure he was ok and catch up on the game from last weekend. The rain hadn’t let up and it was getting heavier. “Check the arse on her.” Tony excitedly shouted from the passenger seat we all looked up to see a good looking young girl trying to hitch a lift. She was walking along in the rain with her hood up and a large rucksack. Still some distance away the tight jeans she was wearing showed her peach like butt and narrow hips off really well. “Pick her up Dave she can sit in my lap, poor girl shouldn’t be out in the rain.” I winked at the guys up front.

“There’s no room dude.” Dave said. Then as he passed her he laughed and slowed down.

“Ahh Dave you legend.” I nudged him.

“Dont thank me just yet.” He said close to laughter.

“What.” I said before I looked up. She had arrived at the window to the car.

“Oh shit.” said Mike from the other side. Tony was just laughing and Paul put up his hand and waved a hello.

“Thats a guy.” I said to no one in particular as I looked at diyarbakır escort this young guy who had appeared at the window.

“Urgh yeah my names Euan.” Came the reply from the window much to my embarrassment I hadnt realised Dave had put the window down. “You want a lift then buddy its a tight squeeze in the back but this friendly guy here said you can sit in his lap.” Dave said pointing to me with a big grin on his face.

“Only if its ok with you.” Euan replied looking at me.

“Well the thing is…” I began to mumble an excuse but was cut off by Tony who had decided to get in on the action of making me uncomfortable “Of course you can jump in.” With that Euan threw his stuff in the back and hopped in. I pushed across and made a bit of room and the four of us squeezed across the back three seats. “Well this is a bit tight.” Mike said it jokingly but you could tell he wasn’t impressed with the situation. Next thing I know Paul shoved back into me “This fucking seat belt is riding right up my arse.” He cried out. As I moved back over I had no choice and Euan ended up pretty much sitting in my lap he was trying to scoot forward so he wasn’t right up on my crotch but his large girl like peach bum was still on me.

Tony turned round “well you did say he could sit in your lap.” I gave him a sideways smirk expressing how unfunny I found this. “So where are you off too Euan.” said Tony.

“Aww just a little festival up in the mountains.” Euan replied. Of course you are I thought.

“No way us too.” Tony said smirking back at me knowing I was going to be in this predicament for the next 6 hours.

It was around this point I started to feel damp in my shorts “aww fuck man your jeans are soaking.” I shouted.

“Aww sorry dude.” Euan replied “can we pull over at the next petrol station and ill change.”

A little way up the road we came to a service station and Euan went off to change his wet clothes. I stayed in the car and pulled my shorts off which were now damp and uncomfortable. I was now just in my boxer shorts so I pulled one of the blankets over my crotch Euan wouldn’t know a thing. Five minutes later Euan came out in his T shirt but just a towel around his waist he jumped back in my lap. “Err sorry about this.” He said “everything else was damp apart from my towel in my dry bag.”

“Its cool, lets just get to the festival.” I replied. We set off again and were eventually on the highway.

Everyone escort diyarbakır was starting to doze off and fall asleep. Euan was leaning back with his head against the window and I fell asleep against his shoulder. I dont know how long I was out for but I woke up to see the blanket had been pulled off my crotch out from under Euan. As I moved to get some blood pumping in my legs Euan rolled over to the side as he did this his towel opened up and fell down showing his bare thigh and hip bone. I thought he would have kept his boxers on. I quickly grabbed the blanket back and covered Euan again. Something had stirred in me seeing his bare skin. My cock began to grow in my underwear. I lay back and tried to fall back asleep but knowing this guy was practically naked in my lap was bringing out all sorts of kinky thoughts. I had never considered doing anything with a guy before. My cock was really pumping to grow but had got stuck under Euans arse and was feeling extremely uncomfortable.

I reached down my front with my hand and tried to manoeuvre my legs so my cock had some room but it wasn’t happening and my moving had caused Euan to move again this time as he stirred his arse rubbed against my cock. Next thing I know Euan in his half asleep state must have felt my throbbing cock pushing against his arse as he reached around under the blanket and lifted his arse off my lap. He pushed my cock up and away with his hands through my boxers. Then he sat back and fell asleep again.

I didn’t know what to think finally my cock was free but another guy had just touched my junk. His towel had worked its way off his back and as far as I could tell under the blanket was now just covering his cock. My own cock was resting against his back with my balls and base of it just nestling against the top of his arse crack. It felt great through my thin boxers. I nervously looked around the rest of the guys in the back were fast asleep. We hit a few bumps in the road while driving along and I enjoyed the feeling of euans arse sliding over my dick. I was getting hornier by the second.

I started to bob my legs up and down causing Euan to bounce on my dick. Man what am I doing I thought, im not gay but this feels good. Euan stirred from my bouncing and leaned forward against the seat infront of him. I thought I should have been happy not to have his bare ass on my lap I was actually disappointed. I looked down at my lap where Euan was bent over diyarbakır escort bayan I had a great view of his arse. I wanted to know what it felt like against my cock. I carefully opened the fly on my boxers and pulled my 8 inch cock out in the open. Then I reached around Euans hips and gently pulled him back into me. As I pulled him back I felt his towel hitting our feet. I know knew he was bollock naked from the waist down under the blanket. My cock was again resting in his arse crack but now was skin on skin. With my hand on his hips I gently swayed him against me.

After doing this for two minutes I suddenly felt a bit of resistance from Euan his body had stopped moving as freely. I quickly stopped, thinking I had perhaps woken him. So i dropped my hands to his side’s and pretended to sleep. Next thing I know Euan began too freely bounce in my lap. What the fuck he was sliding right up my shaft and down to my balls with out me touching him he kept at this for what felt like minutes but was really probably about 30 seconds when he stopped again.

I put my hands back on his waist and tried to rock him again, after letting me do this for several seconds he again put up resistance. I moved my hands round his waist and on to the tops of his legs and he again started to rock his hips in my crotch. Not 20 seconds later he stopped again. I knew at this point what he wanted and I was now horny enough to play the game.

I reached around carefully while checking the guys were all still asleep in the back and the blanket was covering us up. I gently with my right hand grabbed hold of Euans thick and very erect cock and with my left reached round and cupped what felt like rather large smooth balls. As soon as I had hold of his cock the rhythmic bouncing again started in my lap. The motion was allowing him to both ride my cock and jerk him off at the same time. I was ready to blow from the kinkyness of it all in seconds and I felt Euan getting steadier and his breathing quicken.

I grabbed his cock tighter and after several pulls on his cock began to feel his cum on my hands. With that I began to blow my load on his arse and back. We sat like this for several minutes both of us afraid to talk to break the spell of what had happened and enter back into the real world.

“10 minutes away guys.” Dave shouted from the front. This jolted us back to reality and we quickly got our shit together as everyone around us woke up. We eventually pulled up at the campsite and after all heading into the toilets to freshen up and get changed we said our goodbyes too Euan. Standing around the car afterwards we all grabbed a beer.

“So how was the ride.” Tony laughed at me.

“Fuck you guys.” I laughed back “good thing he was light.”

Then Paul turned to me with a serious look in his eyes. “Did his arse feel good against your cock.”

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I was 21 when I lost my virginity. It was to my first serious boyfriend on top of a car roof of all things. Well I wanted it to be different, I’d heard all sorts of stories from friends on how they lost their virginity and as a general rule it tended to be in their boyfriends bedroom during a heavy petting session that got out of hand.

I’d had the fumblings on back seats of cars, the local bus stop and a couple of times I was half dragged, half carried into some nearby bushes to give a quick hand job. But I’d always kept my legs firmly shut which is why I was so surprised by my behavior one night.

I wasn’t very sexually experienced, prior to my losing my virginity I had been seeing a girl but looking back we were just kids exploring our sexuality rather than full blown lesbians. At the time, my idea of a blow job was to put the tip of a cock into my mouth, suck it slightly and move my mouth back and forth in time with my hand so I was more or less wanking the poor sod into my mouth rather than sucking them off.

And then it happened, I met my husband and I really started to know what sex was all about! With the exception of my girlfriend I’ve never been gone down on, (if you’re one of my ex’s reading this, you bastard!!!), and I’d never managed to cum from penetration. It was always via manual stimulation via sometimes their hand but usually mine.

But my husband managed to show me what I’d been missing the previous 2 years since losing my virginity. It’s not that he has a massive cock or anything, he’s bigger than the average 5″, and a lot thicker too, but he’s not huge. But the way he uses it! OH – MY – GOD!!!! I always though multiple orgasm was a fantasy!

Anyway, we met, we moved in together the same day and 3 months later we were married. The first few years we spent working on our career’s and having a good time when possible. We had a nice circle of friends and a good social life. Our sex life was one that has never stopped. Even after 16 years of marriage and 4 children, it’s been very rare I haven’t fucked him or sucked him off before going to sleep.

One night, we were laid talking after sex and he suggested that the old bedroom was getting a bit stale and maybe we should start to branch out a little, maybe go out in the car one night, look for a dark lane and have a fuck out doors?

To say I was shocked was an understatement, I didn’t do things like that. Fucking in the bed room and around the house is 1 thing, even the couple of times we used the garden I felt it was pushing it. But to drive out into the middle of nowhere and have sex outside? What was he thinking?

You see, from my point of view, the “middle of nowhere” only exists when you’re out of petrol or you’ve broken down. The quietest lanes and back waters became instant shopping center arcades with millions of people milling around the second you wanted somewhere quiet to be a little naughty.

We slept on the subject and he didn’t mention it all day. About 3 or 4 days later the subject came up again and I was still unsure. I agreed we’d go out the next night for a scout about to see if we could find somewhere I’d be happy with.

The next night we drive around for about 4 hours looking for somewhere and finally we found a really dark and quiet car park off a forest road. Steve begged me to let him have me then but I was adamant I wasn’t going to do anything I wasn’t ready to do. But I promised him now I knew where I’d psyche myself up and we’d go back in a couple of days to have sex.

The night to go out came and Steve insisted I wore a short skirt and a low top, no bra and no knickers.

We drove out to the car park and I have to admit, running around there naked and being fucked on the bonnet of the car really did it for me. I felt really free and totally liberated. I screamed my head off and listened to my voice echo around the nearby forest. We spent 3 hours there fucking and sucking each other and I loved every minute of it.

Over the next few months we went there quite a lot to fuck. We had no children at that time and we were working only 9 to 5 so we had plenty of free time on our hands. Sometimes we’d take a video camera and a 35mm film camera and we’d take some photographs. We managed to make a whole 40 minute porn movie by going there 5 nights running.

The weather started to grow warmer as spring went away and summer came. The nights got warmer and warmer so we were going to our little secret car park earlier and earlier. Sometimes we’d take a picnic or we’d have BBQ gear and food so we could eat. There was something very liberating about cooking food outside in the nude and making love whenever we felt like it.

One evening we arrived at our car park and found another couple there doing what we usually did. A blonde was standing and bending over the bonnet of the car while this guy was fucking her from behind. As soon as they spotted us, they stopped what they were doing and made a hasty retreat into their car.

The bursa escort problem was, we were in the way of them getting out because the entrance/exit was about a cars width with very little room to spare. Steve just sat looking as their car started then he got out of the car and walked over to them. I hadn’t a clue what was going at this point so I decided to sit tight and see what happened. I was looking forward to a good hard fuck but this little surprise had cooled me off.

Stave came back to our car and got in. I noticed the other car had backed into where it was parked and the blonde and the guy were getting out. Steve started the car and parked along side of their car so we could see what they were doing and they could see us.

“Steve, what’s going on?” I asked looking at him

He didn’t take his eyes off the blonde who was resuming her position over the bonnet, only this time it was the wing and bonnet of our car at such an angle both Steve and I could see her boyfriends cock sliding in and out of her pussy.

“They’re going to put on a show for us, then we’re going to put on a show for them” Steve said glancing at me and smiling wryly.

“WHAT?????” I said at the top of my voice, “No fucking way!”

“Awww go on, all they’re going to do it watch and they’re not shy” Steve chuckled

“It’s not about being shy Steve, I’m not a slut”

“I know” Steve said looking at me, “You won’t be a slut, you’ll be an exhibitionist” so there’s a difference”

“Well at least you could have asked me before agreeing” That’s what I was so pissed off about. Fucking in front of strangers was a turn on for me, to think I’m getting my hubby off and others at the same time appealed to me. I was starting to discover a side I knew nothing about before, a nasty side that wanted to show all she had to anyone who’d look.

I started to watch the other couple as they continued to fuck and the guys strokes started to get shorter and faster. Suddenly, they parted and the girl swung around, she opened her mouth and the guy oozed his cum into her waiting mouth and all over her lips and chin.

She had cum dripping off her chin, she carefully placed a finger on her chin, ran it up to her bottom lip and licked all the cum off. She smiled then winked at me. The guy smiled and looked at Steve and Steve was grinning like a cat who’d got the cream. I looked down and his cock was already out, he was slowly stroking it and pre cum was starting to pool at the tip of his cock.

I started to move towards him and suddenly felt very wet, so wet I thought I might have started my period early, but that wasn’t the case. I’d got so wet I had soaked through my denim skirt onto the car set. My inner thighs were soaking wet through, this ‘show’ must have really turned me on.

I couldn’t wait any longer, I plunged my mouth onto Steve’s cock and took it all the way to the base. I sucked it hard, swallowing so my tongue rubbed against Steve’s cock head which was almost down the back of my throat by this time.

He gasped and told me to slow down, but I was determined to have his cum in my mouth. I’d never really swallowed before, I didn’t like to. It’s not the taste I don’t like, it’s the consistency, it sort of dribbles down your throat like glutinous but runny porridge. I’ve never really changed this opinion, no matter who the guy, what the cock or whose spunk it might be, it’s all got the same consistency in my experience.

But this time I wanted to swallow, I wanted that thick hot cum down the back of my throat.

Steve told me to slow down again and this time managed to extract my mouth from his cock. He said we were supposed to be putting on a show and got out of the car. He came around to my side, opened the door and lead me by the hand to the front of the car. He pushed me over the bonnet and spread my legs for me, hitching up my skirt over my arse, he fingered me then pushed his cock inside of me.

I remember feeling so tight that night, it was like being a virgin again. Although I was very very wet, Steve’s cock pushing inside of me felt massive, I could feel the walls of my pussy stretching to accommodate him. Once his length was established, he started rocking back and forth slowly, running the full length of his cock in and out of my pussy.

On the in strokes, he thrust in hard and I could feel the head of his cock touching my cervix and rubbing its way past my G-spot. I came hard, so hard my legs turned to jelly and I almost collapsed in a heap if it wasn’t for the fact Steve hadn’t yet cum himself.

I felt his strokes start to speed up and get shorter, I knew he was near to cumming so I pushed back, managed to push him out of me, spun round dropping to my knees and finished him off with my mouth. When he came, he came with such force spunk was forced down my throat, as a natural reaction to stop me choking, I pushed my tongue to the back of my throat and forced his cum out of malatya escort my mouth. It came out the sides and dripped down my face towards my chin, I took my hands and started to spread his creamy cum all over my face and his balls.

There was so much of it, his cock twitched and pumped out stream after stream of spunk emptying his balls into my waiting mouth. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought he hadn’t cum for a month. Finally his cock stopped twitching and the spunk stopped flowing.

Steve pulled his cock out of my mouth and I knelt there on my knees with spunk coming out of my mouth and dripping off my face onto my top and breasts.

The guy and the blonde got out of their car and gave us a round of applause for our efforts. Then they got back in their car and drove off.

I cleaned up and cleaned Steve up too, then we drove home in silence. I wasn’t sure what had happened, but I knew it turned me on. We got home and had a shower together, I asked Steve if he enjoyed himself.

“Well of course I did, I thought it was great. You were great, the other couple were great, even I was great”

“Well, you were quiet ……….. “

“Emma, I know what you’re like” He said looking into my eyes. “This is something we can enjoy together and we could push the limits, see how far we’ll go. But, it doesn’t mean we’re going to split up or anything” He said with a momentary pause, he looked into my eyes and kissed me gently on the lips “Even if you did fuck another guy” he added cautiously.

“Another guy” I asked

“I’d love to show you off”

“Show me off?”

“Well yeah, you’re a marvelous fuck, you give head beautifully and your sexual abilities are like having a Ferrari in a garage and never driving it. You know you have it, but nobody else does”

“You’re weird” I said turning him around to scrub his back, “Why would I want another man?”

“Why not? You’ll still have me and the best bit is, they get you for one night only whereas I get you for the rest of my life” He grinned.

It had been several days since I fucked and sucked my husband in a car park in front of another couple. The feelings of that night were still with me, I felt like a dirty slut and loved it.

We decided to go back to the car park a couple of weeks later on the same night. You never know someone might be there, perhaps the same couple?

We’d decided to go for it, I was going to push the limits and see just how far I was willing to go. I was working for a health authority at the time so I managed to ‘secure’ some condoms just in case by casually nipping into the family planning department and grabbing a couple of hands full. I got a funny look from someone and said I’d just come off the pill but we didn’t want children at that point. This ‘excuse’ seemed to be readily accepted.

Next I bought myself some nice underwear, all in black, some with red trimmings and set aside a short skirt and low cut top for our evening out. I was ready to go out there and fuck anyone who came along.

During the few days run to the evening in question I was a nervous wreck, I had feelings of excitement and panic, I wasn’t at all sure what was going to happen and that uncertainty made it all the more exciting and frightening.

The evening came and I started to get ready. I showered, then I shaved my arm pits and my pussy, I got Steve to shave my ass for me since I couldn’t see what the hell I was doing back there. He suggested waxing it all, I told him “You first” but he wasn’t having any of that.

I went into the bedroom and dried myself. I moisturised my whole body with a body lotion, dried my hair and put on my makeup. I’d chosen this rather short and very low cut dress at the last minute. It was black with a bodice type middle, it was just short enough so when I walked it showed the bottom bits of my arse but long enough to keep me decent, so long as there wasn’t a gust of wind. The top was made up of wide lace up V cut front with a very low back and small fluffed up shoulder straps that allowed me to wear the dress either on or off the shoulder.

Next I put on my suspender belt and my stockings, a pair of lacey black spilt crotch knickers with red trim, and a matching black peep hole bra. I put on my dress lacing my boobs into the material so they resembled barmaid’s cleavage.

I picked out a pair of high stiletto heeled knee high boots with a 4″ heel and pulled them on. By this time my pussy was throbbing with the anticipation of what might be to come. At best I’d be having sex with that other couple, if they were there, at worst I’d be fucked senseless by Steve so I was on a winner no matter what.

I wore a long leather coat that went below my knees on the drive to the car park. My heart was pounding its way through my chest and I felt totally wired. Steve had procured something to smoke from a friend of his and handed me a ‘cigarette’

Normally I wasn’t çanakkale escort a smoker, but in this instance I made an exception because I’d done it before many years ago and so I knew it would clam me down. In the state I was in, one touch of my clit and I would have cum.

As we rounded the corner my heart sank, there weren’t any cars there, we would be alone. But still I had Steve to rely on and he’d brought a few of my toys with him so we could amuse ourselves. We spent the next couple of hours shooting video and taking photographs of me in different poses and using my toys.

We were about to leave when we heard the dull hum of an engine and the crunch of a cars wheels rolling across the dirt track to the car park. We watched as slowly not 1 but 2 cars came into the car park and pulled along side of our car.

Luckily since we were about to leave, most of our gear was in the boot, although I wasn’t wearing my long coat to cover myself up and it wasn’t to hand. We got back into our car and just sat for a while. The other cars started to move and rock so it was pretty obvious what the other occupants in the car were up to.

I reached over and started to get Steve’s cock out, he looked at me then smiled, (I’m not sure I can again” he said

“That doesn’t matter, I just love sucking you off anyway” I said as I plunged my mouth onto his dick and began to suck for all I was worth.

After a few minutes Steve tapped me on the shoulder and I looked up, the other couples from the cars had got out and surrounded our car, they were looking in and talking to each other, as well as laughing and smiling. Then I noticed something odd, there were 2 couples and another 4 males, another car had pulled into the car park and parked over the other side while I was busy with Steve.

They all seemed to be enjoying the show I was putting on so I put my head down and started deep throating Steve again. This audience seemed to be having an effect on him, I started to taste his pre cum as I sucked away on his cock.

Steve tapped me on the shoulder and suggested we got out so the others could get a better view. Like a shot I was out of the car, round the other side and on my knees in front of Steve sucking his cock for all I was worth. I felt his cock start to twitch and I knew he was close to cumming, suddenly he drew back his dick pulling it out of my mouth and started to work the tip. He came for a 3rd time that night all over my face in little short streams of watery cum.

I noticed some of the others had decided to join in, there were a couple of guys with the other females and the rest were crowded around Steve and myself. Steve tucked his dick back into his jeans and looked at the other guys who all had their dicks in their hands and were slowly stroking them.

Steve looked at me and suggested I gave them a hand to finish off. I didn’t need asking twice, I went over to the first guy and looked up at him smiling. His dick wasn’t huge but it was long, and it felt strange in my mouth. Normally I could get almost all of Steve’s cock in my mouth, it wasn’t so much the length that was a problem, but more the girth. This cock was easy to cope with, even sliding it down my throat wasn’t a problem, it didn’t make me gag like Steve sometimes did.

Steve went to the boot of the car and got out some condoms and KY jelly, he came over to me and whispered in my ear “Now I’m going to film you getting fucked and covered in cum. You’re going to be a dirty little slut and you’re going to love it”

I was being given a free hand to do as I pleased with these men and more importantly these cocks. By this time the other guys had all put on condoms and looked at me and I knew what was coming.

“Right!” I said getting up off my knees and giving the cock I was sucking a quick kiss, and stood up. I looked at one guy and saw his cock was only just big enough to fill the condom, I walked over to him and whispered in his ear “Would you like to fuck my ass?” and he nodded in acceptance. I took the KY from Steve and covered his condom covered dick with it. Then I squatted, inserted the neck of the KY into my ass hole and gave the tube a good hard squeeze putting plenty in there.

I told the guy who’s cock I’d been sucking to come back to me as I leant over the cars wing and bonnet. He stood in front of the car and thrust his dick in my direction. I took it in my hands and guided it into my mouth, making slurping noises as he fucked my mouth.

I felt someone at my ass hole, first of all a finger poking in and out of my ass and working the KY all around the hole, then I felt a dick being slowly guided into my ass, little by little it filled my tiny little ass hole. Steve and I had had anal sex in the past, and it was always a bit painful to start, until he got established then I relaxed and got into it. But this little dick slid into my ass hole like it was my pussy, I think it was a combination of the size and the amount of KY I’d used up there.

Slowly he started to pump my ass hole and I felt his fingers drop to my pussy and slid into my hole. I was being face fucked, finger fucked and ass fucked all at the same time. After a few minutes of this fucking Steve suggested I sit on a guys dick while I was being ass fucked and face fucked so all my holes were filled with cock.

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This story will make more sense if you read the previous instalments. All of the characters are 18 or over–the school is a college preparatory institution that only accepts students who are age 18 or over.

Much to her pleasure, things had finally settled down at school for Janet Saunders. The thirtyish English teacher had endured a disastrous introduction to what she had hoped would be an exciting career teaching at this experimental school where corporal punishment was utilized. Janet had not realized at the start that she would be on the receiving end and subjected to several highly humiliating punishments.

But by the second term, all this had passed. Janet, in fact, had managed to become well-liked by both her students and fellow teachers for her calm demeanor and nice sense of humor. She was a bit put off, however, when she learned that one of the school’s Prefects, senior Dorine Kaufman, was now assigned to her senior English class.

Dorine had been permitted by both the Principal, Irene Crawford, and a Duty Mistress, Latin teacher Valerie Warren, to participate in the early humiliating disciplinary sessions where Janet had found herself the recipient. Dorine realized she had better mend her fences so she stopped at the teacher’s desk and smiling, told Janet how pleased she was to be taking her class this term.

Janet responded nonchalantly that she hoped Dorine would gain from the class. Dorine, of course, had not wanted to take the class. She had pleaded with her friend, Valerie Warren, the Latin teacher, to get her excused from the one-term English requirement the petite senior had neglected to fulfill, but Janet’s was the only class that Dorine could now take to satisfy the requirement and Dorine was not pleased that this could stand between her and her graduation.

As the term began, Dorine took special care not to give Janet any reason to subject the dark-haired senior to corporal discipline. She drafted the required essays well ahead of time and managed to contribute in class in a dignified and, Janet thought, rather erudite manner.

After having the class reading 19th century novels, Janet began class one day with a pop quiz. This was not her normal approach but she wanted to be sure she had not been letting up on this senior English class. The questions were not difficult if the students had done the required reading but virtually impossible if they had not.

Dorine had done her reading and breezed through the quiz. But her boyfriend, Nick, who was lacrosse captain, had not been paying as close attention and he sat next to Dorine in class. Nick looked over to Dorine for some help. He held up three fingers and trying to be very discreet, Dorine showed two fingers in response, presumably indicating that the answer was B.

Janet had her eye on Dorine even though the senior Prefect had not been in any trouble in the class. She realized immediately that Dorine was helping her boyfriend and without missing a beat, suddenly announced: “Miss Kaufman, Mr Alcott, please step up here right now.”

Dorine cringed and realized she was in for it. Nick walked up first and tried to brazen it out. Miss Saunders stared at him unbelievingly and said, “Do I have to drag this out of both of you? I saw what was going on over there.” Janet Saunders stared deeply into Dorine’s eyes and Dorine knew now she was caught.

She could only hope for the best. “I’m sorry, Miss Saunders,” she said, trying not to lose her composure. “I was only trying to help him but I know I shouldn’t have done it.” Nick was disappointed in his girlfriend’s willingness to confess but responded similarly and tried to shift the onus onto him.

Janet kept her strict demeanor and said, “I am referring you both to the Duty Mistress. You will report after school. You both should consider yourself lucky that I am doing that instead of failing you on the quiz and in conduct for the term.”

As they stood there while the class gazed on them, aware that the two were in deep trouble, Janet quietly wrote out the two pink disciplinary slips and carefully sealed them in envelopes with the large black letters “DUTY MISTRESS” printed on them. She entered the date and deposited them in the pneumatic tube that would quickly transport them to the school office.

Dorine realized immediately that they were incredibly lucky. She knew that as a Prefect she would receive a very severe caning from the Duty Mistress but it was far better than having her grades lowered or the failing grade in conduct. This punishment also would not be reported to her parents.

***

Janet decided to take some special pains to make sure that this punishment did not cause problems for her. She knew that Dorine would soon find out that today’s Duty Mistress was none other than Janet herself. This was because Dorine was a close friend of the Latin teacher, Virginia Warren, who had been the Duty Mistress who had disciplined Janet back when the English teacher first joined the faculty. Janet was still quite wary of the imperious Virginia, mersin escort who seemed more full of herself than even Principal Irene Crawford.

Janet knew that there was no rule against a teacher serving as Duty Mistress when one of the pupils on the punishment list was from her own class. The school held that teachers could be relied on to impose punishment fairly if severely; in fact, the Duty Mistress after-school system had been originated to avoid disrupting each class with discipline.

When Janet went to the Duty Mistress’s room after school, however, she gazed at that day’s list, saw Dorine’s name, but not Dorine. “Oh, Miss Saunders,” the Prefect for the day, Elaine Dowson, said to her, “Dorine went home sick and asked me to request that you postpone her discipline.” Elaine blushed at the very idea that a Prefect required disciplining.

“Is Mr. Alcott here?” Janet said, loudly. A very contrite Nick rose and walked to the front where Janet was discussing the duty roster with Elaine.

Janet thought for a moment and said, “Today is Wednesday. If Miss Kaufman is not back in school this week, we will postpone this further. Mr. Alcott, you will be punished with Miss Kaufman. I will tentatively schedule a special session on Friday, one-half hour after the usual Duty Mistress session and you two are scheduled for then. You may go now.”

Nick blushed and quietly left. Janet turned to Elaine and said, “I’m sorry that I will have to ask you to stay on Friday afternoon, Elaine, but I will need a Prefect to assist me. I assume you will be able to serve then.” Prefects were always expected to accommodate their schedules to the needs of the Duty Mistress.

Elaine nodded her assent. She was only a junior and being able to serve as Duty Prefect when a senior Prefect was being punished was an extraordinary event for her. She liked Dorine but did think that the senior was a bit full of herself. She wondered what Dorine and Nick had been caught doing that resulted in their being sent to the Duty Mistress.

When Nick stopped off to tell Dorine the bad news—that her feigned sickness had not allowed her to escape from Janet Saunders’ serving as Duty Mistress—the senior Prefect first cried and then muttered, “She’s not going to get away with this.” She picked up her telephone.

***

Virginia Warren was surprised to receive the call from Dorine. She liked the girl and there was even more to their relationship that featured evenings spent at Virginia’s plush apartment. After hearing the girl plead for assistance, she said, “Dorine, I doubt that I can do anything. Normally I could get you re-assigned but Miss Crawford would not tolerate my doing that for you, especially when Janet Saunders is the referring and Duty Mistress. But I will speak to her on your behalf for whatever help it may be. I hope it doesn’t get you extras.”

After hanging up, Virginia allowed herself a chuckle. She sensed that Janet knew she had Dorine right where she wanted her and it made little sense to ask her colleague for a favor that was highly unlikely to be granted, especially in view of the past history between the two of them.

She decided against using her cell phone but arrived early at school the following day. She ventured into the women teachers’ room and found Janet there with the obligatory cup of coffee in her hand. She filled her own cup and walked over. The two had rarely exchanged more than pleasantries.

“I did want to mention something to you, Janet,” she began. “I know you have reason not to have any special liking for me but I would hope you wouldn’t take that out on Dorine. You might want to re-assign the discipline, not to me, but to someone without any history here.”

Janet tried to be friendly despite her long-held dislike for the Latin teacher. “I guess, Virginia, that I’m treating it like any other situation,” she said calmly. “It so happened that I was the assigned Duty Mistress. And when a pupil on the list goes home ill, it is usual practice for the Duty Mistress to retain the matter as a special. I’m sure you know that all too well.”

Virginia smiled in return and said, “You are correct, of course, Janet, and I only spoke because I didn’t want to see the past play a part in what happens here.”

“I have no intention of allowing it to do so,” Janet said, a bit more firmly. “In fact, as you know, cheating in class is an offense that is punishable by far more serious discipline than referral to the Duty Mistress. We don’t tolerate cheaters and I could have failed both of them right then.”

Virginia knew when to back off and she smiled and said, “I only wanted to make sure you considered everything. It’s really none of my business.” And with that, she walked away.

***

Janet decided she had better cover her bases. She stopped in at the end of the day and spoke briefly to the Principal, Irene Crawford. Irene was regarded as fair even though Janet thought the diminutive principal had taken special pleasure in disciplining kocaeli escort Janet in very ignominious fashion when the English teacher first arrived at the school and had not known all the ins and outs.

Irene was cordial and when Janet explained the situation, Irene’s face grew stern and she said to Janet, “You should proceed exactly as you have. I don’t want any kind of favoritism to play any role in our disciplinary process. I will also speak to Virginia because she should not have tried to intervene. You should know that I do like Dorine but she misbehaved and must pay the price.”

Janet thanked her and moved on. She saw that Dorine had returned to school and even came to Janet’s English class, which proceeded uneventfully. Friday passed without further incident and soon it was 4:30 P.M., the set time for Janet’s special session.

She proceeded to the Duty Mistress’s room and found Virginia Warren there, finishing up a session with four girls and two boys being disciplined. This school of course dealt with older students because 18 was the lowest entry age and pupils were aiming to apply for advanced standing at university.

Virginia had finished her duties, smiled at Janet, and said, “I hope you didn’t take my comment the other day the wrong way, Janet.”

Janet responded coolly that she hadn’t and she hoped to dispose of this matter shortly.

With that, the Latin teacher and the two Prefects aiding her left the room and soon there was a knock on the door and Elaine Dowson entered.

She nodded to Janet, went into the rear room, where punishment was administered, and checked on the equipment and supplies. Returning to Janet, she said, “Miss Saunders, all the equipment is ready and there are nettles and gloves in the drawer as well as ginger sticks.”

Elaine was somewhat surprised at the content of the disciplinary slip Janet had submitted. The Prefect was responsible for preparation for the punishment and she had never seen a session during which nettles or ginger figs had been employed. Elaine knew that these added punishments were sometimes given but she had never had the experience of serving a Duty Mistress who had used them. Elaine was accustomed to seeing canes and paddles aplenty coming down on feminine backsides.

“Oh well,” she thought, “seeing a senior Prefect and her boyfriend disciplined will be quite an event.”

* **

At the appointed time, the door opened and Dorine and Nick walked in. Both were nonchalant but Janet and Elaine could both see that they were subdued to the nth degree.

Janet read from the disciplinary slips, which would be entered in the Punishment Book kept in the Duty Mistress’s chamber. “Dorine Kaufman. Caught cheating. Referred to Duty Mistress. Caning at discretion. Recommend nettles. Signed, Miss Saunders.” Dorine blanched when she heard that nettles were to be imposed. She bit her lip but started to weep quietly.

“Nicholas Alcott. Caught cheating. Referred to Duty Mistress. Caning at discretion. Recommend figging. Signed, Miss Saunders.” Nick also turned a bit pale as he knew what figging meant but had never experienced that particular embellishment of the disciplinary process.

“The Duty Prefect will escort the pupils to the punishment site,” Janet stated, “and they will be strapped onto adjoining platforms.”

With that, Elaine motioned to the two seniors to follow her. She pointed to the two low platforms where Dorine and Nick each got down on all fours as Elaine attached ankle and wrist straps that bound them to the platform. This was also something different for Elaine; she had been accustomed to having the pupil being punished merely bend over the horse or the punishment table in the main anteroom.

Janet followed her into the punishment chamber. “The Duty Prefect will prepare the pupils for discipline,” she said plainly.

Elaine proceeded now to carefully raise Dorine’s skirt well above her waist, exposing white sheer panties. She pinned the skirt up and slid the panties down to Dorine’s knees, as the straps holding her legs apart did not permit them to fall lower. Elaine almost gasped as she realized she could see Dorine’s dark pubic hair through her open legs and her pooched pudendum exposed from the rear along with her pretty little anal rosette.

Janet, too, was impressed with Dorine’s commodious bottom. She wished she had the freedom to pay even closer attention to Dorine’s partially-hidden charms between the girl’s legs. But then, Janet took solace in knowing that the nettles would do her work for her between Dorine’s pretty legs.

Then the Prefect turned to Nick, reached under to undo his belt and unhook his trousers which she pulled down below his knees, followed by his white jockey shorts. She chuckled as she noticed a slight skidmark in the boy’s otherwise clean jockey shorts.

‘The pupils are prepared,” Elaine said quietly to Janet. Janet then surprised everyone by altering the pattern.

“Please proceed to fig samsun escort both pupils,” Janet ordered. This meant Dorine would also be figged as well as Nick—even though Janet had only stated on the punishment slip that Nick would be figged—and meant they both might be punished with nettles as well, a thought Janet hoped to engender in both of them.

Elaine took the ginger sticks from the compartment, placed a bit of lube on each and then proceeded to insert each in the anus of Dorine and then Nick. Both flinched, more at the shame of having their most private opening invaded than by the insertion. The pain would come as the ginger secreted its juice which would inflame the inner tissues of the anal area. Elaine was amazed at how powerful she felt being deputized to make these insertions in the seniors’ most private openings. She felt a sprinkling of excitement in her own panties.

She almost blushed as she poked the stick slowly to open the anal rosette of each of them. Dorine’s was cute and girly and Nick’s had more hair around it, and given that boys were far less careful about their hygiene, she thought she saw some flecks of fecal matter on the hair near his anal opening.

Janet then retrieved her favorite thin cane from the rack containing a fearsome range of such implements. She made it whistle in the air as she tested her reach. Then she lay it on Dorine’s alabaster bottom cheeks, drew it back, and applied three quick strokes directly across the middle of her buttocks. The strokes were effective even though it seemed Janet had merely flicked the little cane. Dorine let loose with a scream that Elaine knew was normal with the cane.

Janet now moved over to Nick and gave him three of the same. He also screeched in the soundproof punishment chamber. Janet returned to stand next to Dorine and applied three more crisp strokes to the girl’s lower bottom, near the crease with her thighs. She let out a piercing shriek. When Janet gave Nick three more in that same tender region, he also screamed.

While Janet knew she would not get into trouble even if she gave each of them another six, she decided to stop at six. She directed Elaine to remove the ginger figs, which occasioned both a response but relief in both pupils. Then she said to Elaine, “Please place the nettles in Dorine’s underpants.”

Elaine went to the compartment, put on the plastic gloves, withdrew a bunch of nettles, and walked behind Dorine, where she placed the bunch neatly in the crotch of the girl’s panties, and then pulled them up tight on Dorine. Janet indicated to Elaine that she could pull up Nick’s jockey shorts without any nettles being inserted.

“Please unstrap them, Prefect,” Janet finally ordered Elaine. The Prefect followed the order and Janet motioned to the two of them to stand. They did and the discomfort Dorine was already feeling was evident from the frown on her face caused by the nettles rubbing her most tender places between her legs.

“I hope you both understand that you have been given a comparatively light punishment for the offense of cheating in class,” Janet said. “As you know, all offenses are included on your permanent record but will be removed if you do not earn any further punishment for the next six months.”

Turning to Dorine, she added, “Your punishment includes wearing nettles until tomorrow. You will report to me here before classes for inspection and removal. Until then, you are not to remove the nettles. You are both dismissed.”

Dorine realized finally that this was Janet’s not-so-subtle way of getting back at her for the events some months ago when Janet was disciplined in her first week as a teacher, with Dorine allowed to witness and even impose some of the punishment. The nettles were already stinging her in the most sensitive places but she understood that she had to keep her demeanor to emerge without lasting scars from this encounter.

“Thank you, Miss, for disciplining me,” she said to Janet. Realizing that his girlfriend understood how to behave here, Nick, somewhat unaccustomed to being punished or being present for it as Dorine was as a Prefect, followed her example. Then, both calmly walked out of the chamber.

***

Elaine was somewhat non-plussed at the entire experience. She was a junior Prefect and had not served as Prefect for a special session before. She decided to tell Janet what she felt.

“Miss Saunders,” Elaine asked, “may I mention something to you?”

“Of course, Elaine,” Janet smiled after the two being punished had departed.

“Miss, I think you let them off rather lightly for a cheating offense, which we prefects are told is one of the most serious at school,” Elaine said, “but on the other hand, having Dorine wear the nettles in her panties was quite severe. I’m not questioning you at all, and it is not at all my place to do anything like that, but did you have a reason for that?”

Janet almost responded coolly but recalled that Elaine had never been a problem for her.

“No, Elaine,” she said, “I believe that after the expectations they probably had, it was generous not to impose the most severe punishment regarding caning. However, as a senior Prefect, I felt Dorine deserved something quite well targeted to focus her thinking on how she had let down herself and the other Prefects. I believed that the nettles will accomplish that.”

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