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**Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in sex in the following story are at least eighteen years of age.

Apalachee Cloud squared off against Emily St. Martin, ready for this fight. It had been brewing for a few months now, ever since Christmas break ended. Emily had been teasing and taunting the overweight girl nonstop and Apalachee had decided to put a stop to it, once and for all. The students of Jack’s Creek High School crowded around, ready to see a fight and chanted, “Fight! Fight!” as Emily threw the first punch.

“All Right!” Mr. Brown thundered as he pushed his way through the throng and grabbed Emily by her shoulders and pulled her back. “Break it up! Break it up!”

Chapter 1

The two eighteen-year-old girls glared hatefully at each other as they sat in the classroom. The two-hour detention ticked by quietly, slowly. Finally, it was four thirty five and Mr. Brown waved them out of the classroom.

“Fucking lucky for you he showed up,” Emily hissed. “I’d have kicked your fat ass!”

“You wish, bitch!” Apalachee spat back. “I’d have killed you, no problem.”

“Yeah?” Emily challenged.

“Yeah,” Apalachee said and stopped walking.

“Well, not here and now now,” Emily sneered. “I got to get home.”

“Fine,” Apalachee said. “Saturday, down by the Bed. One o’clock.”

“Fine,” Emily said and glared at the girl.

“And, leave your little friends at home,” Apalachee said. “This is between you and me. Don’t want your little buddies jumping me.”

***

The Bed was the dry creek bed that made up what used to be known as Jack’s Creek. The small Louisiana town had sprung up around the tributary of the Atchafalaya Bayou and used to make its income from the crawfish that burrowed along the banks of the sediment rich creek. Water had not flowed through it for nearly eighty-three years, though. No water, no crawfish. Most of the three thousand residents of Jack’s Creek, Louisiana worked in Ellgee, the small town to the west of Jack’s Creek. Ellgee had access to Interstates 10 and 49 and therefore had a more robust economy than did Jack’s Creek.

When people in Jack’s Creek said they were going to town, they meant Ellgee. When they were going to Alexandria, the nearest large city, they said ‘Alex.’

***

“Like I need my friends to kick your ass,” Emily sneered.

Chapter 2

Apalachee let herself in to the small trailer she shared with her stepfather and began to cook their dinner. He would be home in an hour, so she worked rapidly. He stayed with the girl after her mother had died, but both knew that one day, Richard Blackfoot would pull up his stakes and travel wherever he pleased. He was, in Appalachia’s eyes, a good man.

***

Her mother had met Richard Blackfoot a few years after Appalachia’s father left them for a woman from Texas that talked about all the oil money she had Apalachee did not know if the woman spoke the truth or not; they’d never seen a penny from the woman or her father.

***

She finished the meal of pan-fried chicken and mashed potatoes and put the dishes into the oven to await Richard’s arrival. She sat at the kitchen table and did her homework while she waited. She thought back to the first time she met Emily St. Martin.

Chapter 3Both girls stood at the bus stop and waited for the bus that would take them to kindergarten. Both girls wanted to cry, but didn’t want the other girl to see them crying, so they stood there and sniffed back their tears. Neither girl saw their mothers standing behind the big oak tree, watching them.

Dawn Cloud and her husband were large boned people; Dawn tipped the scales at two hundred and seventy two pounds.

Mrs. St. Martin was a petite blonde; the two women couldn’t have been more different, yet both women smiled at each other in understanding as they watched their little girls.

“I’m Emily. Emily St. Martin,” the pretty blonde finally said.

“I’m Apalachee Cloud,” the pudgy girl said.

“Ape-what?” Emily asked.

“Apalachee,” Apalachee said slowly and clearly. She then recited what she had heard every day from the day of her birth. “I’m named after the proud Indian tribe that my ancestors belonged to. The roamed this land we now call ‘Louisiana’ and were a great Indian nation’ “

“Your what?” Emily asked. “What’s an insesor?”

“Ancestors,” Apalachee said. “That’s your grandparents and great grandparents.”

“Oh,” Emily said and looked down the gravel road again for the bus that was supposed to take them to school.

“Does that mean you’re an Indian?” she asked and looked at the pudgy girl. She did look kind of Indian, her long black hair done in braids, her skin a light reddish brown.

“Yes I am,” Apalachee said with pride.

“I wish I was too,” Emily said. “Do you get to ride Horsies? Do you live in a tent or anything?”

“No, my mommy and daddy and me live in a trailer,” Apalachee said.

Both mothers smiled and dabbed at a tear as the two girls held hands and climbed into the large yellow bus.

***

They sat together in their Betturkey classroom with the twelve other children, and when Apalachee had to stand and tell all the other children her name, Emily chimed in proudly with “And she’s a real live Indian!”

They ate their lunch together and held hands as they ran around the playground with the other children. This would be a trend repeated every day for the next ten years.

—-

As they grew older, Emily’s beauty grew. As they grew older, Apalachee’s weight grew as well. Emily found out that it was easier to make fun of Apalachee, to join the others in mocking her former best friend rather than defend her. Apalachee’s weight problem was genetic in origin, but the extra chocolate brownies with her lunch and the candy bars she was addicted to, along with the constant sodas and chips added to the problem. Thankfully, her skin was not prone to acne and she had the high cheekbones, piercing black eyes, and long straight black hair of her ancestors. Most had to agree, even with the nearly one hundred extra pounds, Apalachee was still a very pretty girl.

Chapter 4

Apalachee wondered what had happened that had made Emily escalate from the occasional catty remark or jibe to the outright animosity she was experiencing now. She racked her brain, but couldn’t find anything at all. She wanted a candy bar, but had firmly made a pledge to God that she would stop eating junk food and would start exercising. She wanted desperately to be slender, svelte. She knew that when people looked at her, they didn’t see the warm, loving girl underneath the flab. They didn’t see the intelligent, witty young lady. No, all they saw was the fat blob and that was as far as any of them ever got.

***

Emily St. Martin giggled as she recounted the events of the day to her boyfriend, Derek Hamilton.

“Yeah, the stupid cow says she’s going to kick my ass,” Emily said.

“Yeah, right,” Derek laughed. “You could run circles around her before she could even grab you once!”

Emily finally hung up after her mother called her for the fifth time to come down for supper. Emily didn’t give any further thought to her altercation with Apalachee. She did briefly wonder what she saw in Derek Hamilton, though. He was handsome enough, that was true, but he constantly talked about other girls, what he’d done with the ones he’d been with and what he’d like to do with the ones he’d not been with.

She’d not given in to his incessant demands for sex, even though she was not a virgin, knowing that if she did and she and Derek split up, his next girlfriend would hear all about it. Really, Derek Hamilton was kind of immature and brash.

****

His comments were what had sparked the animosity toward Apalachee Cloud. Derek had seen the girl ride by on her mountain bike, tanned legs pumping hard as the girl pushed herself harder and harder, trying to shed those damned pounds.

“Mother fucker, she’s got a nice set of tits!” Derek had said.

He then grabbed one of Emily’s small breasts and laughed as she squealed and slapped his hand away.

“Too bad you don’t have knockers like that, huh?” Derek had smirked, knowing that her small breasts were a thorn in Emily’s side.

****

After dinner, Apalachee cleaned the dishes and logged onto her laptop computer. Several new orders for her natural honey soap had accumulated since she checked them that morning and she quickly sorted out the orders and prepared them for mailing the next morning. The orders for her beeswax candles had not garnered any new orders, and the four from that morning were already on their way out to the clients of ‘Apalachee Soaps and Sundries.’

“Good night Proud Child,” Richard said as she walked past him toward the bathroom.

He had called her that from the first day they met and she proudly told him what her name meant.

“Well, then, you have a lot to be proud of, child,” he smiled. “You should be a proud child!”

Mother and child giggled at the silly man but Apalachee decided that Richard Blackfoot was a very wise man and would be a good husband for her mother.

****

Dawn Cloud Blackfoot died from the three packs a day cigarette habit she had. Two years after her death, the trailer still had the lingering smell of her cigarette smoke. Neither Richard or Apalachee smoked nor when weather permitted, they would open every window in the small mobile home, but it was as if Dawn was determined to always linger on in their minds.

Apalachee weighed herself as she stood, naked, in the small bathroom and fought down the urge to squeal. She had lost another four pounds. At five foot seven, she figured her optimum weight to be one hundred and sixty pounds and if this scale was right, she only had another forty-eight pounds to go.

She stepped into the shower and lathered up her body with a bar of her own honey soap. It made her skin feel clean, but not dried up like regular soaps did. It was moisturizing enough to facilitate dragging a razor along her long legs and her underarms. She had once considered Betturkey Giriş shaving the dark bush of hair that protected her slit, but decided against it. She remembered how proud and excited she had been when she first saw a few wisps of hair down there and still fluffed her fingers through the hair with some pride. Why shave that off?

As always, before she went to bed, she knelt by the side of her bed and prayed for the deliverance of her mother’s spirit to Heaven. She prayed for God to smile down on her and to protect her from those that would rob her of her heritage, of her pride.

****

Emily did not kneel by her bed, having nothing to pray for. Her parents said that they were Christian people, but that was a huge joke in her eyes. Her mother stayed at home and popped prescription pills by the handful while her father went to work and screwed his lover of seventeen years. Noel St. Martin did very little to conceal the existence of Terri from his family. He owned one of the only two car dealerships in Ell gee so as Emily liked to laugh, he also screwed his customers too.

Chapter 5

Saturday rolled around and Apalachee ate a breakfast laden with protein, and then exercised vigilantly.

After she was done, she donned her beekeeper uniform and tended to the several hives she had set up in the strawberry patches of her neighbors. She carefully loaded her wagon with the sweet honey and the wax she’d gathered.

She ate a light lunch, and then jogged to the Bed.

****

“Thought you were going to chicken out,” Emily sneered.

“Nope, some of us actually have work to do,” Apalachee said easily.

“Ready?” Emily asked and prepared to throw a punch.

“Wait, let’s set up some ground rules first,” Apalachee said.

“Fine, like what?” Emily sneered.

“Like I isn’t going to get sued by your momma and daddy when I knock out all your teeth,” Apalachee said. “Or break your precious little stuck up in the air nose.”

“Right,” Emily said.

“I mean it, I work hard for what I got,” Apalachee said.

“Okay, all right,” Emily said, exasperated.

“Number two, when I win, you got to stop all the name calling and stuff,” Apalachee demanded.

“IF,” Emily corrected.

“I mean it,” Apalachee said. “No more of the fat jokes and no more of the stuff about Indians or about me living in a trailer.”

“Fine, and what do I get if I win?” Emily asked.

“What do you want?” Apalachee asked. “Far as I know, I’ve done nothing to you.”

“Um, I want, let’s see,” Emily thought, drawing a blank.

Apalachee waited as the beautiful blonde thought. It was a beautiful day; the humidity had not reached an intolerable level yet. It was a day just like this, thirteen years ago. Even though Emily was now five foot four, with thirty two A cup breasts, a twenty eight inch waist, and thirty one inch hips, Apalachee could still see the little girl that had been her best friend in the whole wide world.

“I got it!” Emily crowed happily. “If I win, you have to be my slave for the rest of the school year!”

“Your what?” Apalachee asked.

“My slave,” Emily smugly declared. “That means, you have to do whatever I tell you to, no matter what, until we graduate.”

“Fine, stupid bitch,” Apalachee laughed. “Same for you too.”

Emily was confident that she could easily win; she was lighter and more agile than Apalachee. Plus that, she had often gotten into fights with her older and younger brothers and usually won.

“Okay, how do we know who wins?” Apalachee asked.

“When one of us says ‘I quit,’ which will be you,” Emily said.

“Fine, let’s go,” Apalachee said and ducked Emily’s poorly thrown punch.

Emily staggered back; her opponent’s fist connected very solidly with her jaw. She staggered again; Apalachee had connected with her solar plexus, knocking all of the wind out of her.

“Emily, let’s stop this right now,” Apalachee said. “You don’t know how to fight, it’s really not fair.”

“Fuck you, stupid fat cow!” Emily screamed

Apalachee’s next punch was to Emily’s breastbone, knocking Emily squarely onto her ass.

“This is stupid,” Apalachee said. “You act all bad and shit, but you really don’t know how to fight.”

It had never occurred to Emily that her brothers might be taking it easy on her because she was a girl. It also had never occurred to her that her brothers weren’t very good at fighting either.

“Fucking bitch!” Emily sobbed as she lunged for Apalachee.

****

She came to, her head cradled in Apalachee’s lap, Apalachee softly stroking her face.

“Had enough?” Apalachee quietly asked.

“What happened?” Emily stupidly asked.

“I knocked you out,” Apalachee said simply.

“No shit?” Emily said, looking into the black eyes of her opponent.

“No shit,” Apalachee said and sighed.

“How long was I out?” Emily asked.

“Many many moons,” Apalachee quipped.

“Shut up,” Emily couldn’t help but giggle.

“Come on, you quit?” Apalachee asked.

“Yeah, Betturkey Güncel Giriş I guess so,” Emily agreed.

“No more of the name calling?” Apalachee asked.

“No more, Emily agreed and tried to sit up.

She felt dizzy and Apalachee eased her back down and combed the blonde hair back out of her blue eyes.

“Wow, you really did a number on me,” Emily groaned.

“Wasn’t that hard,” Apalachee agreed and continued to stroke the girl’s face and hair.

Neither one of them stirred for several long moments. Emily reached up and gripped Apalachee’s hand and pressed it to her cheek.

“I’m sorry,” she said sincerely.

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be,” Apalachee said. There was no malice in her voice, though.

“What?” Emily asked. “What do you mean?”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to having a slave for the next four and a half weeks,” Apalachee said.

“What? Oh, come on, you can’t be serious!” Emily cried out.

“You were serious and you would have made me do any number of things,” Apalachee said simply. “And I am sure most of them would have been very uncomfortable or humiliating for me. Right?”

Emily thought about if for a moment, then somberly nodded her head.

“What would you have made me do?” Apalachee asked and smiled at Emily, who blushed heavily.

“Probably made you, oh, Apalachee, don’t make me say it!” Emily tried to turn her head away, but Apalachee held it firmly.

“What?” Apalachee asked.

“I would have made you eat me, you know? In the locker room in front of Kathy and Ingrid and Amy and Gail,” Emily admitted.

“Oh, well, don’t worry,” Apalachee, said. “Anything I make you do is going to be private. Kathy and Ingrid and Amy and Gail don’t need to know about any of our business. What else?”

“Derek’s all hot and shit about your big old boobs,” Emily said, blush still on full throttle. “I’d probably have made you fuck him.”

“Derek can go fuck himself,” Apalachee said. “I really don’t want everyone knowing everything about me. He gossips worse than any girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Really,” Emily giggled.

“What do you see in him?” Apalachee asked and Emily’s blue eyes searched Apalachee’s black eyes for any malice or ill will.

“I really don’t know,” Emily admitted. “I mean, he’s cute enough, but he’s kind of an ass-hole.”

“Kind of?” Apalachee snorted.

“Yeah, I’m going to break up with him,” Emily admitted.

“Okay, that’s your first order as my slave,” Apalachee decided. “You have to call him up and tell him bye-bye, at least until he grows up.”

“Okay,” Emily agreed happily enough.

“Think you can get up now?” Apalachee asked her and Emily sat up without any difficulty.

Apalachee got to her feet and pulled Emily up. She carefully studied the girl’s face and assured herself that Emily was indeed okay.

“On Monday, wear the blue top with your white miniskirt,” Apalachee ordered.

“Okie-dokie,” Emily agreed happily.

Apalachee grabbed Emily in a fierce hug and roughly jammed her tongue into her mouth. Emily struggled for a moment but a sharp slap to her left breast stilled her struggles and she submitted to the intimate kiss. When she finished kissing her, Apalachee pulled back and looked intently into Emily’s now confused eyes.

“Don’t ever struggle with me; you are my slave, remember?” Apalachee spoke, almost angrily.

“Yes ma’am,” Emily said and looked a ground in embarrassment.

“Good,” Apalachee said and went home.

Chapter 6

Richard’s truck was outside, a few boxes sitting in the bed

“Check from the lawyer,” Richard said simply and Apalachee looked at it, then at him.

“You’re leaving,” she said. It wasn’t a question.

****

Dawn had filled out a life insurance form and paid on it religiously for nine years. Of course, upon her death, the insurance company balked at paying the claim. Finally, Apalachee convinced Richard to get a lawyer to fight the insurance company.

****

“Your half is sixty seven thousand,” he said and closed the lid of his battered suitcase.

: And what’s your half?” she asked, knowing that Richard would not take money unless she told him it was okay.

“The lawyer said I should get forty three thousand, but I told him that’s your money,” he said.

“Take it, Richard,” she urged. “I’ve got my business and my bees, you got what? A truck?”

“I love you, Proud Child,” he admitted and then he left the trailer.

She didn’t cry; tears were pointless and would weigh Richard’s soul down and hamper his travels. She found a feather, kissed it, then released it into the spring breeze. It fluttered then blew away and she wished him well on his journey.

****

Emily’s stomach lurched slightly, but she set her sore jaw firmly and called Derek. He took it about as she had expected; with a great deal of whining, accusations, and bitterness. Once she was done, she had to wonder again why she had ever gone out with him.

Chapter 7

Monday morning she gleefully dressed in the light blue top and white miniskirt. She put on her leather sandals and skipped down to catch the bus.

****

“Let’s see,” Apalachee said as she and Emily stood in the bathroom. The moment Emily had sauntered into their classroom; Apalachee had motioned with her head toward the bathroom.

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Another summer, and another Hanson family picnic. This year, the Hanson’s held their annual extended family get together at the country farm of middle brother Douglas. The Douglas Hanson’s lived on a large spread, most of which they leased out as a working farm for growing crops. They, however, still had a large country house and a extensive patch of land where rocky soil, marshes and small ponds meant growing crops was not plausible.

Douglas Hanson and his wife Barbara had two children. Maria Hanson was 22, had recently completed university and was in the process of settling into a new job in Chicago. She had made the trip back to the farm for the reunion, though, along with her boyfriend Chris. Michael, Douglas and Barbara’s youngest son, was 20. He was still living at home while he was attending a local community college. Michael was tall and athletic, with dark hair, brown eyes and a bewitching smile.

The other two families attending the Hanson family picnic were those of Earl, Douglas Hanson’s older brother and Neville, the youngest of the elder Hanson boys.

Earl Hanson had a brood of children – five of them. One of those was his 20 year old son Graham. Graham was as tall as Michael, though slimmer of build than the muscular Michael. That isn’t to say that Graham wasn’t good at sports, but where Michael played contact sports like lacrosse and hockey, Graham concentrated on sports focusing on endurance and hand-eye co-ordination like tennis, running and rowing. Graham was also opposite in colouring to Michael, Graham was blond haired, blue eyed and fair skinned to Michael’s darker complexion.

Despite the differences, Michael and Graham has always gotten along, and they looked forward to seeing each other at the family picnics and family holidays. When they were younger, they spent a lot of time tormenting or trying to avoid Taylor.

Taylor was Neville Hanson’s youngest son, and was 18 years old. He had always looked up to his older cousins, who hadn’t often wanted some kid following them around. As Michael and Graham had grown up into fit, athletic young men, Taylor had remained small. Small, slight and thin, with fair skin, Taylor didn’t look much like his cousins. Taylor was still a bit of a mama’s boy, and his mother, a fan of long locks, kept Taylor’s auburn hair long and thick. There was more than a few occasions where someone referred to Taylor as “miss.” He was the polar opposite to his masculine cousins.

Despite their differences, the three boys were the closest in age to each other, and also at an age when hanging around with their parents, aunts, uncles and older cousins held little appeal. As the family party started to get going, the three boys snuck out and to the car shed away from the house. Above the shed was a second story where Michael kept a bit of a crash pad. He had gotten a few old couches and chairs and a stereo system to which he could attach his iPod.

Graham and Taylor looked around, while Michael lounged in one of the chairs.

“Nice place,” Graham said. He opened up a small fridge to find it filled with cans of beer. “Well stocked, I see.”

“Nothing but the finest,” Michael said, laughing, as he opened the drawer in a table beside his chair and pulled a CD case.

Graham, still poking around, opened up a cardboard box in the corner. He reached in and pulled out a sun dress. He held it up and showed it to Michael. “What’s this? You killing girls, stashing the bodies and keeping their clothes are souvenirs?”

Michael laughed. “Nah, man, that is just some old crap of my sister’s. Stuff for the charity bin, if I ever get around to taking it into town for her.”

Michael opened up the CD case, and put it on the coffee table. Inside was some rolling papers and a baggie filled with dried, green leaves. “Now,” he said, “what do you boys say to a little toke?”

Michael, Graham and Taylor passed around the joint as latest Foo Fighters album played on the stereo.

“Man, these family get-togethers are lame,” Michael said.

“Come on, man. At least we get to hang out,” Graham said. “It’s cool to see you. I hardly see you any more at all. Remember as kids, when our folks used to rent that big old cottage on Lake Spruce, and we would hang out for a month, that was cool.”

Michael passed Taylor the joint. “Yeah, and Taylor used to try and follow us around all the time,” Michael said, laughing. “We’d swim out as far as we could to try and lose you, Tay. You aren’t much of a swimmer, man.”

Taylor released his breath with a slight cough, smoke filtering out from his mouth. “I’m a better swimmer now,” Taylor said. “I’m on the swim team at school. Won a gold at county in the 200 metre. Probably whip both your asses in a race now.”

“Fuck off, Tay,” Michael said. “You couldn’t beat us. Graham anchored his team in high school that won the gold at regionals, and as for me… Well, look at me,” Michael flex his muscles. “I am just too awesome for you to beat.”

Taylor passed the joint to Graham and laughed. “We’ll never Betturkey know. Too bad you don’t have a pool here,” Taylor said.

Michael jumped up. “Forget a pool. We can go to the big pond. It’s about a quarter of a mile across. That’s about 400 metres. We’ll race across, from one side and back. 800 metres, any stroke you see fit. First back to shore wins.”

With that Michael, Graham and Taylor set out for the big pond. As it was more than 3 miles away, they took the all terrain cycles (ATCs) to get there. There were only two of the ATCs, so Michael rode away on one while Taylor wrapped his arms around Graham as Graham drove the second.

Half stoned as they were, no one thought about the fact that no one had anything to swim in until they reached the pond.

“Fuck it, we can go naked,” Michael said.

Graham nodded. “Much like the Olympians of the ancient Greek games,” he said. Michael looked askance at Graham. Sometimes Michael was suspicious of Graham’s intelligence, but as he had agreed the plan was hatched.

The three boys stripped off their clothes, and approached the water.

Michael shook his limbs, trying to wake them up for the swim as he had seen the swimmers on TV do. He was not a typical swimmer, his frame quite muscled with large arms and thick legs. His already dark skinned was tanned from already spending as much time outside as he could. His legs and arms were well muscled, with dark black hairs. His chest was large and jutted out, a strip of dark chest hair running down to navel. His penis was surrounded by a thick patch of dark hair.

Graham, on the other hand, was the typical swimmer. Slender but well toned, his body had little in the way of hair. His arms and legs were long and lean but powerful, and his torso showed no traces of fat. His abs were toned into a six pack. Graham bent down and touched his toes, then stood up and hopped on the spot. His penis bounced up and down as he hopped, surrounded by a patch of blond, curly hair.

Taylor looked like a little boy next to his two cousins. A foot shorter than the others, and his body was small and smooth without a hint of hair except for a small, wispy patch of blond-brown hair just above his penis. His legs and arms were thin and undefined, and his chest and stomach flat without a hint of pectoral muscles or abs. He slapped at his arms nervously, aware that his exaggeration about his swimming career was about to be exposed. He had won a medal in the 200 metres, but it wasn’t at the county-wide games, and it wasn’t on the varsity team.

Without warning, Michael yelled, “go,” and jumped into the water and started quickly swimming away.

“Cheating fucker,” Graham called out, before jumping in, followed quickly by Taylor.

Graham hadn’t been on the swim team for 2 years, but kept in shape at university by going to the pool four times a week, and overtook Michael before they were half-way across the pond. Michael was a natural athlete, but not a natural swimmer, and soon Taylor was catching up to him.

Graham reached the far bank and made the turn to come back. 200 feet away, Taylor was just passing Michael as they still swam on their first leg.

Graham reached back to the starting point well ahead of the other two. He sat in the shallow water and let the sun dry his torso as he watched Taylor swimming ahead and Michael falling back.

Taylor easily came second, having enough time to sit down beside Graham and catch his breath before Michael, breathing heavily, made it back to shore.

Graham and Taylor said nothing as Michael climbed out of the water, but just smirked. “Yeah, well, swimming is for pussies anyway,” Michael said. “I’d beat you at a real sport, like hockey, football or…”

Michael paused, looking up for a second. “What other sport would I beat you at?” he said. “Oh, I know… WRESTLING!”

At the same time he yelled out wrestling, Michael lunged forward and grabbed Taylor, lifting him up by his arm and leg, and tossing him out into the deeper water. Michael laughed, and then lunged after Taylor. Taylor ducked out of the way as Michael’s body hit the water with a splash.

Graham jumped up and followed the two other boys into the water, diving under the surface and cutting Michael’s legs out from under him.

They splashed and wrestled in the water for twenty minutes. Much of the time Graham and Michael spent picking up Taylor and throwing him as far as they could. Taylor, so much smaller and lighter than the other two, made for an easy missile to throw. All three spent much of the time laughing.

Michael was the first to climb out of the water. “Come on, let’s get back,” he said.

Taylor started to swim back to the short, but he noticed Graham hesitated in the water until Michael had turned his back. Taylor paused and watched. As Michael dried himself with his shirt, facing away from the pond, Graham quickly pulled himself out of the water and quickly ran over to the ATC where his clothes were. Taylor watched Betturkey Giriş as Graham quickly pulled on his jeans, forgoing putting on his boxer shorts. As Graham pulled on his jeans, he turned around and Taylor saw that Graham had a full hard-on.

Taylor blushed. He admitted that he had felt stirring in his groin as his two cousins had laid their hands on him and tossed him around in the water. The horse play had been enough to turn Taylor on. Luckily for him, his penis was small and soft, even when fully aroused, so neither of his cousins would have noticed. However, now Taylor saw that perhaps he hadn’t been the only one who had enjoyed the experience. He was confused as to what that mean.

Michael pulled on his jeans, leaving his boxer shorts off as well. Neither Graham nor Michael put on their shirts. Taylor got out of the water and pulled on the pair of shorts he had worn today, and his t-shirt.

Michael hopped on his ATC and took off, bare chest being pounded by the wind.

Graham got on his ATC. Taylor noticed Graham had turned quite red. Taylor took the seat behind Graham, and wrapped his arms around his torso. Taylor’s slender arms held tightly to the muscled stomach of Graham. Taylor felt Graham shiver slightly as Taylor touched him. Taylor merely swallowed hard and closed his eyes. The ATC roared to life, and they sped away.

Back at the car shed, and the three boys climbed up Michael’s getaway. Michael sat down in a chair, while Graham lay himself out on a couch. Taylor sat on another couch, looking a bit uncomfortable.

“What’s the matter, Tay?” Graham asked.

“My clothes are soaked. I should have dried off, I guess,” he said. “Mike, you have anything I could change into?”

Michael laughed. “Guess you could put on one of Maria’s old dresses,” he said, pointing to the box of charity clothing in the corner.

Taylor laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, whatever.”

Graham sat up. “Now wait a second, as the winner of the swimming race, surely that means I get some sort of prize,” he said. “A dare that you have to do. One from each of you. And I’ll start with you, Tay. You need to put on some of Maria’s clothes.”

Taylor blushed. “No way.”

Graham nodded. “Yes, that’s your punishment. You swim like a girl, so now you have to dress like one too.”

Michael giggled. “Yeah man, dress like a girl.” Michael, the pot still impacting his though patterns, couldn’t see that by agreeing with this dare, it would eventually lead to him having to complete a dare. Michael’s stoned mind just thought it would be funny.

Graham jumped up and rummaged through the box. He pulled out a number of items. A black set of panties and matching black bra, “as a base,” he said. A sundress, “for a demure look.” A short tartan skirt and a white blouse, “for the slutty schoolgirl in all of us,” he laughed.

Taylor just turned bright red.

Graham threw the sundress over to Taylor. “Come on Tay, put it on,” Graham said.

“No way,” Taylor said.

Graham looked over to Michael and raised an eyebrow. Michael nodded, and then lunged at Taylor. Michael grabbed Taylor, holding back his arms. Graham grabbed Taylor’s shorts, and pulled them off, exposing Taylor’s small cock. Graham grabbed Taylor about his waist. Michael released Taylor’s arms and wrestled off Taylor’s shirt.

Taylor, naked, squirmed away from Graham’s clutches, and bolted across the room. Michael chased after him, grabbing him. Graham threw the dress over Taylor’s head, and forced Taylor’s arms through the arms holes.

“There we go,” Graham said, jumping back. “Pretty little female Taylor.”

Michael released Taylor, and Taylor ran to the other side of the room. He turned back towards his two older cousins.

Graham and Michael were actually shocked. With his slender body, slight facial features and long auburn hair, he looked quite feminine, and with the dress on, he would be easily mistaken for a girl. Graham and MIchael just stared silently.

“I am taking this off,” Taylor said.

“No way,” Graham said, and he and Michael ran towards Taylor. Graham wrestled Taylor to the floor, sitting on his chest and holding down Taylor’s arms. Taylor kicked his legs, turning to buck his way out of Graham’s hold.

“Get his legs,” Graham yelled at Michael. Michael fell to his knees, and sat on Taylor’s legs.

Taylor struggled for a moment, but realised he was trapped. Resigned, he settled down. Taylor looked up, seeing his cousin Graham’s naked chest and flat stomach, and gazing further down, Graham’s jeans. Taylor couldn’t help but notice bulge in Graham’s jeans, his cock was hard and pressing against the fabric of his jeans.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest little girl,” Graham sad softly, leaning forward slightly, his groin moving closer to Taylor’s face.

Taylor wasn’t sure why he did it, but was just filled with desire. Taylor leaned his head forward, opened his mouth and put it on his cousin’s cock. Taylor ran his mouth up Betturkey Güncel Giriş and down the outline of Graham’s cock.

Graham was silent, but didn’t make a move to stop Taylor. In fact, after a moment he released on of Taylor’s arms, and undid his jeans. Graham pulled down the zipper of his jeans and released his cock.

Taylor took the tip of Graham’s cock in his mouth, massaging it with his lip and tongue. Graham pressed his hips forward, pushing his cock further into Taylor’s mouth. Taylor’s lips slide down the shaft of Graham’s cock.

Graham moaned.

Michael, sitting on Taylor’s legs, couldn’t see Taylor’s face or Graham’s cock, so at first was unaware of what was going on. But when Graham moaned, and Michael noticed that Graham’s hips were moving back and forth, he realised something was up.

Michael moved off Taylor’s legs and peered around Graham. Michael saw Graham’s cock halfway covered by Taylor’s mouth.

“What the fuck,” Michael said, jumping back.

Graham pulled his cock out of Taylor’s mouth and jumped up. Taylor, shocked, just lay on the floor.

“Was he just sucking your dick,” Michael asked Graham, and then turned to Taylor, “Were you just sucking his dick?” pointing at Graham.

Taylor turned a million shades of red as he lay on the floor with a sundress on.

Graham was silent for a moment, his jeans still undone and his hard cock still exposed. After a moment, Graham regained his composure. “Sure, yeah,” Graham said. “he was sucking my cock. That was his punishment for losing the swimming race. To be a pretty little slut and suck cock.”

Michael stood dumbfounded.

Taylor slowly stood up. He was still embarrassed, and become more so when he realised his small cock was hard and could be seen poking out from under his dress.

Graham smirked. “In fact, you also lost the race,” Graham said to Michael.

Michael’s eyes opened wide. “I am not sucking your cock,” Michael said.

“No, no,” Graham said. “That’s for the little girl,” Graham said, pointing at Taylor. “No, your punishment is to have your cock sucked. By Taylor.”

Taylor’s mouth fell open. Taylor couldn’t believe that Graham just order him to suck Michael’s cock, but at the same time he felt his cock spasm and was surprised to find himself turned on.

Michael didn’t know what to think. “No, no,” he said, weakly.

Graham stepped forward. “Come on, you know you like a good blow job. And I can vouch that Taylor, our female cousin, gives a good one. Look at Taylor, what a pretty face. Tell me you don’t want those pretty, girlie lips on your cock.”

Graham turned to Taylor. “Taylor, go and give Mike head.”

Taylor found himself obeying. He walked forward to his cousin Michael. Michael just stood, motionless. Taylor walked until he stood in front of Michael, and then got down on his knees. He reached up, undid Michael’s jeans and pulled them down. Michael soft cock was exposed.

Taylor took the soft cock in his mouth. He moved his mouth up and down the shaft, and it started to harden. Soon Michael’s cock was hard, and Taylor started to bob his head up and down on the cock.

Michael groaned. He couldn’t believe how good Taylor’s mouth on his cock felt. Michael’s knees weakened, and fell back onto the couch. Taylor crawled forward and put his mouth back onto Michael’s cock, on all fours in front of Michael.

Graham watched as Taylor sucked Michael’s cock. Now on all fours, Taylor’s ass was in the air. Graham felt his cock stir again. He wriggled out of his jeans, and walked over to Taylor’s ass. Graham got down onto his knees, and pulled the hem of Taylor’s dress up over his hips, exposing Taylor’s ass.

Graham leaned forward and kissed one butt cheek, and then the other of Taylor’s ass. Graham stuck out his tongue, and ran it up and down the crack of Taylor’s ass. Taylor pushed his ass backwards and up against Graham’s face. Urged on, Graham stuck his tongue into Taylor’s ass.

Taylor moaned, though it was muffled by the fact that Michael’s cock was halfway down his throat. Taylor started wriggling his hips back and forth and Graham’s tongue moved in and out of his ass, the tongue stimulating the sensitive nerves of Taylor’s little boi-girl pussy.

Graham’s cock was rock hard again, and Taylor’s ass was sopping wet from Graham’s saliva. Graham pulled his tongue out of Taylor’s ass, and moved forward until his hard cock was pressing against Taylor’s asshole. Graham slowly pushed his cock forward, moving slowly into his cousin.

Taylor shuddered for a moment as Graham pushed into him, but once he was in, Taylor found himself pushing his ass back to take Graham even deeper. Taylor’s small cock grew harder, and started bouncing up and down against his stomach.

Graham started pumping faster and deeper into Taylor, gradually picking up speed and increasing the depth of the motion with each new thrust. Graham increased his pace, and soon was thrusting maniacally into Taylor, the sound of his balls slapping against Taylor’s ass.

Michael’s eyes were closed as Taylor moved up and down on his cock. Occasionally he would open his eyes and look down. Taylor’s long hair and the occasional glimpses of his slender face was enough to keep the illusion in Michael’s mind that he was getting sucked off by a girl.

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This is a continued story of my experience with an online master that became a reality.

*****

He knelt in front of me pulling me closer to him as I whimpered through fresh tears, my fight seemingly gone out of me. Why oh why didn’t I just kick him away then, why didn’t I push him over, run out of the door, run, hide. I couldn’t call the police, I knew I couldn’t do that, I couldn’t scream for help, they’d just take one look at me looking like that and think I was, I, I was, well a pervert, a sissy, a, a, a, gay man arguing with my lover, it would be merely a domestic in their eyes and they would smirk and laugh at me, I couldn’t stand that humiliation. Anyway I was too scared to move, too weak and oh my god, I admit it, I felt too submissive to him, he had control over me and we both knew it. He slipped the metal ring around my stem, beneath my testicles, closing it tighter and tighter until it clicked shut gripping me painfully. The shiny curiously shaped silver tube with its odd little hole at the end was in his hand, hardly more than an inch long, I trembled to the core at the thought of it.

He wriggled it over me, squeezing my testicles painfully at any sign of a stupid arousal until he had crammed me into it, pushing it closer and closer to the ring, pushing enclosing me tightly, oh so tightly until the pin slid between the two. I yelped in trembling whimpering terror, I couldn’t survive like this, I couldn’t, yet there was a pressure from that awful device tight against and beneath the head of it tickling me arousing me, making me tingle and throb at its unyielding touch. He screwed the pin in place with a curious tool until he seemed satisfied of its tightness then sat back on his heels to look at me. He could see from the expression on my face the feelings it was already giving me, the feelings I was battling with, my knees coming together my thighs closing around almost hiding my silver clad…clit.

“Don’t worry Leanne, it’s designed to keep you aroused, wait until we put the vibe bullet in it you’ll love that, but for now, you’ll get used to it as it is, just think it’s my hand continuously tickling you there”

I whimpered loudly, my eyes closing as I battled with the mixture of pain and humiliating excitement it was giving me.

“I have plenty of other types we can try for fun too, even one which actually slips down inside your clit which I’m sure you’ll love.”

My head was screaming no, but I couldn’t concentrate to speak I was just trying to stop myself from wriggling my thighs and my bum, which the horrible thing seemed to be making me want to do, in reaction to the feelings it was creating within me.

Turning he lifted her off the bed and standing her up he undressed her, as he would a woman, murmuring to her addressing her with my wife’s name as he did so. He undid her skirt which he pushed over her hips, dropping it to the floor, rubbing himself erotically against her as he did. Slowly he proceeded to remove her clothes one by one in front of me, each time making a point of showing me what he had removed from my wife until she was naked.

“Kiss her Leanne, kiss your naked wife”

Struggling with my senses, my clit throbbing and buzzing in its tiny prison, I couldn’t stop myself, I hadn’t taken my eyes off them since he had lifted her off the bed. I tiptoed forward jojobet in a stupid, idiotic submissive reaction to his order and again found her in my arms, that rude tongue still sticking out at me.

“Hold your wife Leanne, kiss her and tell her you’re sorry.”

In a dream, I held her as he pushed her against me, her breasts against mine, the sheer material of my nightie all that was between us, my maddening nipples itching, wanting, as they touched hers. Stupidly I kissed her, holding her tightly, foolishly sucking her thick tongue again.

“Tell her Leanne, tell her you’re sorry.”

“I’m sorry” I whimpered softly, my voice sounding idiotically childish.

“I think I will pierce your tongue Leanne, men will love you lisping in that sexy little voice of yours.”

A pulse was throbbing in my temple, the horror rising inside me again, my face flushed, “Nooo, nooo, please nooo.” I squeeked

“Yes, Leanne, oh yes, you have no choice, I am going to pierce your little tongue, they’ll love it when you lisp. Now kiss her again.”

Whimpering and tearful, as much frustrated with my own foolish aroused submissiveness as my hatred for him, I kissed her again, stupidly murmuring sorry to her between kisses as I did so. I heard him pull a chair over from its place in the corner, terrified at what evil he had planned next.

“Tell her you’re a gay sissy Leanne, tell your wife you’re a gay sissy.”

I glanced at him, pleading with my eyes, don’t make me do this.

“Tell her!” His shout made me jump.

“Sorry, sorry” I whimpered frightened by his explosion.

“Look at her and tell her, you slut.”

I looked at her, into that face with the piercing green eyes and that protruding tongue.

“I, I, I’m a, a, a gay sissy” I whispered

“Say her name, tell your wife properly Leanne.”

I looked at him beseechingly, but his glare was enough, blushing deeply, my heart fluttering like a wildly beating wing in my chest, I looked at her again, looked into her eyes, those piercing eyes.

“Hazel, I I I am a a g gay sissy love.”

“Good girl, now kneel there” taking her from me, he pointed to the floor in front of the chair.

Unwillingly, in nervous embarrassment I knelt as he sat her in the chair beside me.

“Now let’s show her that you really are a gay sissy Leanne, let’s show her what gay sissies do”

I looked up at him feeling very afraid and confused, stupidly embarrassed by being made to kneel in front of them like this. He adjusted her position on the chair.

“There your wife can see you properly now, she can sit and watch what a gay sissy her husband really is.”

I glanced over at her naked lolling in the chair, those piercing green eyes seeming to be looking straight at me. I shivered yet my face was burning, my body trembling in an emotional hell, wanting it to stop, wanting him to just take her away and get out of my life. I sensed rather than saw him standing in front of me, the noise of his zipper like a knife cutting into my brain.

“This is what you want Leanne, isn’t it? This is what you need.” He pulled his already stiff member out inches from my face.

“Tea time, my little gay slut, time to feed you with your Masters seed again isn’t it Leanne? Time to pump more of my sperm into your stomach, build up my jojobet Giriş genetic being throughout your body’s cells, make you become more and more mine Leanne.” He laughed that horrible laugh of his, the head of his cock almost touching my lips.

I looked up at him tears welling up in my eyes again.

“Please nooo, please nooo.” I whimpered.

“Yes Leanne, oh yes” he laughed, his cock stiffening fully erect even as he did so, his whole domination of me obviously exciting him hugely.

“Now kiss my Cock, slut, show your wife, how much you love to suck cock.”

He rubbed it against my lips as I rocked evasively back on my heels, its kiss hot and wet, I opened my mouth to beg him once again to please stop this, to let me go, but my voice was chocked off in a gasp as he took advantage of my open lips and he thrust forward between them into my poor defenceless mouth.

“Now suck me, you gay slut”

I gagged trying my best to use my tongue to stop him, bringing my hands up to his hips to try to push him away, my clit locked in that tiny shiny hell was throbbing uncontrollably its pressure against me and suddenly I was lost. Unable to concentrate anymore, almost as a reaction I was sucking him in stupid submission, my hands turning soft on his thighs as he slipped his around behind my head pulling me onto him.

“Good girl, good girl, that’s it, suck your Master’s cock, show Hazel, show your wife, show her how much you love it, see Hazel, see how your husband loves sucking cock, she can’t get enough of it can she, she doesn’t want cunt anymore she is only interested in cock now, you can see what a gay sissy she is.”

His words fuelled my humiliation fuelled my submission, his cock slipping deeper into my mouth into my throat as I gasped for air on his throbbing twitching erection, his shining wet mushroom head in my throat, his eye opening.

“Swallow my seed slut swallow my cum, show your wife how much you want a man to fill you, show her how much of a gay sissy you are.” Suddenly his hot jets were spurting down my throat as I whimpered choking, consuming, tears were stinging my eyes, yet my throbbing clit was dribbling in its prison, dribbling onto my bare feet, hating yet accepting, I was surely lost.

He pulled his wilting manhood from my mouth with a rude plop, as if to say I’ve had my pleasure, now I can carry on.

“You can see hazel, you’ve lost your husband, he only loves cock now, he loves men, dreams of men”

I cowered in abject misery, looking at the floor shamefaced, ashamed, humiliated and embarrassed. Why oh why had I sucked him so readily, why hadn’t I pushed him away, told him to F off. I was adamant in my mind, I’m not gay, I am not. Yet I’d sucked him, yet I’d cum a stupid dribble over my feet, I was more and more confused, hating him, hating myself, hating the world. I was crying, great heaving sobs, it seemed I was crying now more readily than I’d ever cried in my life, tears coming more easily than they had ever come, I just sat there and sobbed my heart out feeling broken and lost.

He brought the glass of water to me then, tablets in his hand.

“Come on baby, take these, I’ll look after you, come on”

I took the tablets without question, still sobbing, allowing him to help me to my feet and lead me over to the bed, where jojobet Güncel Giriş he pulled back the duvet.

“In you get baby.” He actually sounded concerned.

I got miserably into bed and he pulled the duvet back over me.

“Go to sleep baby girl” his voice was soft, as he walked over to the window and drew the curtains, the cool shade lulling and easing the throbbing pain in my head, my eyes shut in an emotional exhaustion, shutting out the horror as I drifted off to sleep.

I almost slept right through that night, the darkness wrapping me in a cloak of comfort, half waking only once in a sort of dream when I thought I heard noises in the house. It was curious, small sounds at first, was someone breaking in? I was disorientated, no idea where I was, thinking I was in our bedroom as usual. I listened hard, eyes still closed, then realised what the noises were, it sounded like someone was having sex. My mind buzzed drunkenly, who could it be, where was the sound coming from? In my half dreamlike state I thought I recognised it, It almost sounded like my wife, I could have sworn that it was her voice, her moans and sighs, distinctive as she climaxed, the sounds seemingly going on and on and on. My heart began pounding at the thought, a jealousy starting to course through my veins. I finally forced my weary eyes open, I had to find out, I whispered her name softly, for fear of waking her up. “Hazel” struggling to lift my head a little I looked beside me she lay there quietly, as she always did, soundlessly sleeping. It must have been a dream all along. I relaxed feeling my heart still beating hard, yet with a tingle of arousal, thinking how much I loved wet dreams like that. Then the darkness and that deep drugged induced sleep sucked me in and claimed me once again.

The call, the shake of my shoulder dragged my weary wandering soul back from its peaceful rest, the realisation of who it was sending my heart into fearful unbelieving palpitations.

“Wake up you lazy little slut, you’ve got a busy day ahead of you.” I opened my eyes in shocked horror to see he was no dream.

” I’ve brought you a drink, drink it up, then get into that shower and get yourself clean and smelling nice” I sat up groggily suddenly aware that my boobs seemed to have grown even larger during the night, they were more than noticeable now, they were in the way. I gasped, a hundred thoughts and feelings racing through me as I struggled to come to terms with what he’d evilly done to me, yet it was what he had made me beg for in our on line chats. He walked around to the other side of the bed as I slurped at the drink, trying to clear my head.

“We’d better get your wife up to, hadn’t we? After all she doesn’t want to be in the way does she?” Before I could react He pulled back the quilt from her sleeping form and I gasped in shock and stupid realisation to see the doll, her eyes blue and piercing looking at me, her tongue hidden somehow in her mouth. I could have screamed, my eyes popping out of my head, he was grinning at me.

“I presume the happy couple slept well?” He laughed that awful laugh, then he pulled her out of the bed. She was dressed in a pair of men’s cotton pyjamas white with blue stripes, he stood her up, and slipping his hand between her legs he kissed her on her lips whilst he moved his fingers.

“I hope you slept well Hazel, now your gay sissy husband has a busy day ahead so perhaps you can wait in the kitchen.” He went out of the door with her, cackling rudely as he did, then he looked back at me.

“Shower now Leanne and quick about it.”

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The time is late, probably around midnight or so. The summer night has been kind do you as you walk through the park with not a soul around. The full moon gives you just enough light to find your way. As instructed by your master, whom you’ve never met, you await my arrival by the largest tree in the park, a large oak with plenty of smaller trees around it. As I instructed, you wait dressed in a long black coat and knee high black boots.

You stand with your back to the world as you examine the old tree. Before you realize what’s happened, you find yourself pressed against the bark. I keep you pressed as I lean in to smell your hair; clean, straight, just the way I love it. Your breath quickens, your heart beats faster. My mouth waters as the sweet smell of your warm flesh fills my nose.

I spin you around to stare into your beautiful eyes. This is the fist time we’ve seen each other in person after years of online communication.

“Hello Master,” you whisper to me.

“Hello my slave,” I reply, stroking your face. “I have much planned for you tonight.

“Like what?”

“You’ll see,” I say with a smile. “But for now, you are not allowed to touch me.”

I push you against the tree and rip your coat open. I like what I see. You’re wearing a red bra and matching red thong as well as black stocking under your boots. I press my body against yours and gently bit and suck your neck. You lift up your leg and wrap it around me. I cup your ass as I kiss your lips ever so lightly, ever so teasingly. You kiss me back, slightly harder, wanting me more and more with each passing second.

You feel my bulge pressing against your moistening pussy. I grab your throat and stare into your eyes again. I kiss you hard and bite your lower lip. Your breath quickens as I get more vicious. I bite your neck harder as I squeeze your breasts hard, turning them red. You softly moan as the pleasurable pain. Just as you are truly getting into my workings, I clamp my hand over your mouth.

I press my finger against your lips. As we wait, a couple joyfully walks by us, completely unaware of the obvious scandal. They stop and talk for a few minutes, gazing up at the night sky. I keep myself pressed against you. In case they do see us, they won’t see what you’re wearing. Eventually they move on, much to our happiness.

I continue where I left off. I rub your erect nipples through your bra and lick your warm breasts. With my free hand, I wrap my fingers around your neck and keep you pressed against the tree. Bahis Sitesi With my other hand, I feel down the rest of your body, running my fingers gently over your stomach, and into your thong.

I lightly tease your clit while I begin to suck on your neck again. You dig your nails into the bark of the tree. Then all of a sudden, I stop. You look at me with wanting eyes. I reach into my coat and pull out a rope. I tie your hands together as you stare at me. I loop the rope around a tree branch and pull until your arms are suspended above your head. Once your arms are secure, I being the real work.

I draw a knife from my pocket and cut your bra off. Your breasts fall out, plump and round. I pull one of them into my mouth and suck on your nipple hard. Without the help of the knife, I remove your thong by simply tearing it from your body. I rub your clit with two of my fingers, making you moan out in ecstasy. Your juices drip all over my fingers, making my cock harder and harder. I pull them out and shove them both in your mouth, making you suck your juices from my fingers.

I then turn you around so that your face is facing the tree. I rub your beautiful, ripe ass, then smack it as hard as I can. You yelp out in pleasure and giggle a little bit.

“You’ve been bad, haven’t you?”

“Yessss,” you moan.

“Have you been bad?!” I yell at you.

“I’ve been so bad, Master!”

“Count, slut,” I command to you as I smack your ass harder.

“One, Master…”

“I can’t hear you!” I yell as I smack you again.

“Two, Master!… Three, Master!”

This continues all the way up to fifteen. By that time, your ass is a bright red that seems to glow in the darkness around us. You breathe hard and pant for the stinging sensation on your ass. I grab one of your tits from behind and squeeze hard. With my other hand I reach between your legs and rub your clit again. I turn you back around and get on my knees.

I throw both of your legs over my shoulders and gently lick the insides of your thighs before lightly licking your pussy. Your legs squeeze around my head as I shove my tongue deeper into your dripping cunt. I lick harder and faster, knowing that you’re close. Right when I feel you about to burst, I stop and pull away from you. I see the desire spread across your face, obvious as the moon on this warm night.

I stand up and look you in your eyes as I unzip my pants and let loose my throbbing erection. I pick your legs up and slowly slide my cock into Bahis Siteleri you. You take in quick, sharp breathes as my huge cock stretches your tight little pussy out. Once I get it, I slowly start to pump in and out. I grab your ass hard and start to speed up.

You moan in my ear as I go faster and harder. I start to thrust into you as hard as I can, slamming your body against the tree. I fuck you harder and harder, breathing heavily as I do. Your tits swing back and forth as I plow into you. I feel myself getting ready to climax. I dig my nails into your ass and bite into your neck as it comes. My cock explodes deep in your pussy, filling you up with my hot semen. I pull out of you and let your legs rest. As I watch, my cum seeps out of your pussy.

I untie your hands and let you fall to the ground. Not wanting the momentum to be interrupted, I grab a handful of your hair and pull you forward. Instinctively you open your mouth and take my entire cock down your throat. I don’t hesitate or start slow this time. Your wrap your lips around my dick and suck as hard as you can. You gag and nearly vomit as my cock touches the back of your throat. I moan loudly as you suck me off harder and faster.

I fuck your face harder and faster as you suck more and more. I smack your face to make you suck harder. Just as you do, I cum hard. My hot semen spills down your throat. As I pull out, it seeps out of your mouth and on your tits. You moan and try to catch your breath. But before you can, I pull you up by your hair and press you against the tree again.

I pick you up by your leg and shove my cock in your pussy. You wrap your arms around my neck to keep yourself levitated. I skip the slow stuff and immediately start pounding into you. I slam my cock in you harder and faster, slamming your body against the tree. You do everything in your power to stop yourself from screaming out in pleasure. I drop your legs and turn you around so that you are slightly bent forward. I then slide my dick in you once more and start pounding you.

“What’s going on over here!” a demanding voice calls.

Before we can stop, the light of a police officer flashes upon us. I pull out of you and put my cock away.

“Say nothing,” I command you.

I walk over to the man and pull him away. As you watch, we spend a few minutes talking. After about five or so minutes, we walk back over to you.

“Officer Reed is going to be kind enough to allow us to leave,” I tell you. “On one condition. You show Canlı Bahis Sitesi him how much of a slut you are.”

In the darkness, it is hard to make out his form, but from what you can tell, Officer Reed is a tall, strapping gentleman. He moves over to the tree as I pull you away from it. He unzips his pants and lets lose his member. Nearly as long as mine and just as thick. His thoughts of you have already made him stiff and prepared. He sits down at the base of the tree and waits.

“Go ahead, my slave,” I whisper to you. Without hesitation you get on your hands and knees and crawl over to him. You wrap your hand around his cock and slide your tongue up and down, licking around the head when you reach the top. You go down on him as deep as you can and suck as hard as you can. As you do, I move up behind you and start to finger your pussy, making it nice and juicy again.

I shove two of my fingers in your dripping hole, playing with our clit as I do so. You moan out as I pleasure you. The vibrations from your throat throw Officer Reed into ecstasy. He begins moaning as well. I go down and start to lick your pussy again, making you moan louder. Once I feel you are satisfied, I spread your ass and slide my cock in you once again. I fuck you at a medium pace, savoring the warmth of your cunt. You moan as I start to pump harder and faster, squeezing your ass hard. I reach up and grab your tits as I start to bang you harder. You scream with the Officer’s dick in your mouth and start to suck harder and faster. The Officer grabs the tree behind him as you drive him to the brink of orgasm. You grunts as he cums in your mouth. There is so much of it that you choke and have no choice but to spit it out. The Officer move out of the way to rest and once again it is just you and I.

I pull out of you and roll you over onto your back. I spread your legs and resume fucking my slave. I bend down and kiss and bite your neck. You wrap your arms around me and squeeze me tight. I grab your tits and kiss you deeply as I start to fuck you harder and harder. I sit up and put your legs in the air and continue the job. I watch your tits bounce back and forth with the rhythm of our love making. You scream out in pleasure and I bang you. I grab your tits just as I climax, filling your delicious little pussy with my cum.

I instantly pull out and dive between your legs once again. I lick your clit and your pussy, making you arch your back. I grab your legs and eat you out until you cum once more. Once you do, your body relaxes. I watch you breathe hard, tired and worn out. You beautiful body is enchanting. I realize I cannot let you return home. In your exhausted state, I pick you up in my arms, then carry you away into the dark of the night, leaving the unconscious Officer in our wake.

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I met Gabrielle on a music festival where I played with my band. After our gig she complimented me on our show and we started to chat. She was over from the UK and stayed with friends in Amsterdam. I was impressed by this pretty redhead, dressed in a bit of a Lolita style with ultra black make up, a cute red tartan skirt and huge boots over fishnet boots. We directly had a click and she started telling about her life in London. It appeared she was a professional corset maker. She showed me some pictures of her work on her IPhone.

“Wow, that’s really cool,” I said as I looked at some glamorous pictures of gorgeous girls, dressed in lingerie and Victorian corsets, “it must be amazing to wear one of those.” She showed some more pictures until there was a picture of a blonde girl in a purple latex dress. Hypnotized I murmured, “Mmmm, that feels so good.”

She looked me straight into my eyes. “How do you know?”

I blushed and stammered that maybe I had some experience in that field.

“Interesting, tell me more,” she teased.

For some reason I couldn’t stop myself and told Gabrielle all about my secret life as Irene, blushing all the time. I told her that my girlfriend didn’t know, that I dressed up quite often, taking pictures of me and posting them on Flickr.

She looked me up and down. With a bit of amused disbelieve she said, “I’d really like to see that.”

I shrugged and thought, ok, what the heck and showed her my Flickr page on my phone.

Now it was her turn to be stunned. “Oh wow, is that really you? You are so cute! And do you do your makeup yourself? And those outfits, where do you get them?”

I nodded shyly. “Thank you, I learned doing makeup from YouTube, I have some stuff and wigs in a secret stash and I borrow most of the clothes and shoes from my girlfriend, we have about the same size.” I blurted out.

“And you say you’ve never been out as Irene! That is such a shame. You should go to parties all dolled up. It would be so much fun!”

I told her that I just didn’t dare to go outside because I was afraid that somebody would recognize me. I had dreamed of going to Tgirl parties and makeovers in other citiesin Holland but the truth was that I just couldn’t find the courage to do so…

“Well, maybe Irene should come over to London and spend some days at my place. I’m sure she’ll love it,” Gabrielle said.

“You mean, stay at your place as a girl?” My knees suddenly became very wobbly.

“Yes sure, why not. It will be fun. I’ll dress you up and we’ll go out with my friends.”

My heart was racing, my mouth felt dry and I didn’t know what to say.

“Let’s set a date now otherwise you’ll chicken out. Shall we say Thursday the 25th of August? There’s nice Goth party that Saturday. I’ll take you to it.”

I nodded, still a bit stupefied. Her friends called that their taxi was leaving. Quickly she wrote her mail address on a flyer, kissed me on the lips and ran off. “See you in London, Irene!”

In a state of shock I went to my band mates to bring our gear to the van. The bass player said, “Are you ok? I saw you talking to that chick; did she make a move on you or something?” The drummer just chuckled.

“Sort of,” I said meekly, and I was very quiet on our way home.

A month later I sat in the Eurostar, on my way to London, with butterflies in my tummy. It had taken me some days and restless nights to work up the courage to mail Gabrielle. She replied sweetly that she had certainly not forgotten our meeting, that her flat mates also loved my photos on Flickr and that Irene was still welcome to come over to London. She would pick me up on Thursday the 25th, at St. Pancreas station at 7PM, after her work.

Flat mates? What the …?

I travelled lightly (“Don’t bring too many clothes, I’ll take care of everything.”) and arrived on schedule in London. Gabrielle was waiting on the platform, wearing a cute girly summer dress with sex hikayeleri biker boots, her red hair in a pony tail. She looked very pretty and bubbly and she was happy to see me. We kissed and she looked me in the eyes.

“Nervous?”

“No, not at all,” I bluffed with a coy smile which betrayed that this was actually the scariest adventure of my life.

“Don’t worry, Irene,” she said, “you’ll l love being a girl.” She took me by the hand and we walked to the tube. In the tube we chatted about her work, music, movies and gradually I started to feel at ease.

After half an hour of travelling we entered the place where she lived, an old house with two stories which she shared with her two flat mates, Debbie and Becca. They would be home later that evening so Gabriella said that we would have all the time for Irene to appear. Immediately I felt that sinking feeling in my stomach again.

We drank tea on the couch, although I felt I could use something stronger. Gabrielle had prepared a bath for me, and I relaxed in the warm rose-scented water. I took my razor out of my backpack and shaved twice until my face was completely smooth. After half an hour Gabrielle came in with a tube of Veet.

“Ok, honey, now dry yourself and put this cream all over your body, except for your pubic hair.”

I rubbed the foul smelling stuff all over my body, careful not to miss a spot. After ten minutes I scraped my skin and all hair came off, leaving my skin all smooth and rosy.

Suddenly Gabrielle came in. I felt embarrassed but she didn’t seem to mind at all, seeing me as nude as I had ever been.

“Mmmm, smooth as a baby, me likes,” she said, ” now stand still for the final touch.”

She took a razor and started grooming my pubic hair, just leaving a cute heart shaped patch above my cock. I just stood there, waiting what would come next.

“Ok, Irene, time for your boobies,” she said, went out of the bathroom and came back with a plastic bag and a spray can. She took out two fake breasts and sprayed them. She told me to stand still, cleaned my chest with a tissue and some alcohol and sprayed on some glue.

After a minute she took a breast form and pressed it against my chest. She admired the result and applied the second one.

“Wow, that’s a nice rack, Irene!” she said. “Cup C, I think. I guess the glue will hold for some days. And sorry for the nipples, but don’t worry, it will only give you more attention from the guys.” She laughed, but I wasn’t sure if I should laugh too.

I looked down and saw two completely natural boobies, firm and with enthusiastically erect nipples. Oh my god, what is happening to me…

Gabrielle handed me a dressing gown and said ,”Ok, Irene, now go to your room on the first floor and put on what I’ve layed ready for you on your bed.”

I went upstairs, feeling the cold air against my naked skin and with the strange sensation of the two boobs pulling on my skin and disturbing my balance.

In my room there where some clothes laying on the bed. A set of matching bra and panties in black lace and some hold-up stockings. The lingerie had a cute butterfly pattern and the panties had a little bow on the back. I put on the bra and was amazed how it fitted with my new set of boobies. I couldn’t help touching myself and admiring the feel and the weight of it. The panties came next. With some force I pushed my semi-erect cock between my legs and I pulled up the thong. The lace covered my pussy and the string went nicely between my ass cheeks.

The hold up stockings came next. I rolled them up and put them on, slowly enjoying the magical feeling of nylon against my smooth skin. I pulled them up as far as I could, playfully letting the elastic snap against my thighs. Oh my god, this feels so good, I thought.

I went downstairs again. Gabrielle heard me and admired me, “Wow, you’re looking hot, dear; now follow me to my room for your makeup.”

I porno hikayeleri followed her into a room which had the atmosphere of a boudoir, and was pointed to a low chair in front of a vanity table with a mirror.

“Relax, Irene,” Gabrielle said, “I’ll give you the make over of your dreams.” She put a large towel over the mirror. “I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”

She went to work. After putting a nylon cap over my hair, carefully hiding every strand, she started plucking my eyebrows with tweezers in a thin, arched, feminine shape.

“Ouch, that hurts!” I yelled.

“Come on, Irene, don’t be a pussy,” she laughed, and, after she was satisfied, applied a foundation which felt cold against my shaven skin. After rubbing it in she dusted my face with a powder puff.

“Every famous painting starts with a canvas,” she said and went to work on my eyes. Eyeliner came first, heavy and black, ending in a small wing next to my eyes. Kohl was applied on my eyelids, on the inside and on the outside. Then she chose for a smokey eye shadow, working from light near my nose to very dark on the outside. Long false eyelashes came next. She applied a bit of white glue to them and she positioned them carefully on my upper eyelids with the tweezers.

Heavy mascara was applied on my lashes, boosting the volume until she was satisfied.

“Wow, you really have a feminine face Irene, it’s amazing.” She took a box with powder in different colors and a small brush and started contouring my face.

I felt amazing. This was what I had dreamed about and I couldn’t believe this was actually happening to me.

Gabrielle clearly enjoyed her work. Humming a tune (did I recognize You are beautiful?) she took a red pencil and started contouring my lips.

“You have nice soft lips, Irene; I’ll just make them a bit plumper to make them even more kissable.”

I smiled faintly and she took a red lipstick to fill in the contours. For the final touch she added some lip gloss to my lower lip.

“Do you want your ears pierced?” she asked, teasingly.

“No, that would raise questions back home, I guess.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that, they’ll never notice,” she laughed, and took some large hooped earrings which she clipped on my earlobes. I shook my head and I liked the weight and the tingling sound.

“And now the moment of truth.” Gabrielle opened a box and took out a long blonde wig. She combed it, almost caressing it. She made me bow my head and put the wig on. She tucked, pulled and shifted a bit and stepped back to admire the result.

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed, with real amazement in her voice, “you’re not going to believe this!”

Butterflies in my tummy again. She adjusted some details and finally asked, “Are you ready, girl?”

My heart was trying to escape as she removed the towel from the mirror.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!”

From the mirror a pretty petite blonde stared back, her piercing blue eyes full of disbelieve. Her red kissable lips formed a barely audible “Wow…”

Her perky breasts looked sweet in a sexy lace bra and the strange thing was: they moved when I moved! Then I realized that this sexy blonde was actually me…

“Oh wow, Gabriella, what have you done,” I exclaimed, standing up from the vanity table.

Her eyes were big with surprise. “I have to admit, I’m a bit stunned myself.”

I examined the cute girl in lingerie and almost automatically tried out the poses I normally do for my Flickr photo shoots. I turned around, looked over my shoulder and enjoyed the view of long flowing blond hair almost touching the round and firm derriere. When I moved the stockings followed the shapely legs and the little bow on my bum playfully danced with every move I made.

Oh my god, the girl in the mirror was so hot! I felt an avalanche of emotions, soaking up the image of the girl in the mirror but suddenly I noticed that something seks hikayeleri was happening down there. I looked down and noticed a quite unfeminine asset trying to burst though the lace.

Gabrielle noticed it too.

“That’s not going to work, Irene.” she chuckled, “real girls don’t have bulges like that. Now let me help you taking care of that.”

She dropped on her knees, gently took out my cock from the lace panties and put it in her moist mouth. She slowly pulled and sucked with her red lips, meanwhile caressing my bum.

Here I was, dressed up like a hot girl, in a strange house in London, with a pretty redhead sucking my cock. I felt drunk and ecstatic, my head spinning. I thought I would explode and suddenly I did, in her mouth. She sucked the last bit of manhood from me and stood up. She kissed me fully on my lips, her mouth full of my own cum. Her tongue probed mine and I was surprised about the salty taste, something between oysters and French cheese… We kissed and kissed and kissed, tongues wrestling and swapping my juices. After what felt like ages, she pulled back.

“Now, how was that sweetie? You’d better learn to enjoy that taste if you want to be a girl,'” she said with a huge smile.

I swallowed. “That was amazing,” I said softly, panting and my head a turmoil.

She looked me deeply in my eyes and put a little kiss on my nose.

“Now, let’s get you finished before the girls get home. I want to show you off!”

Suddenly businesslike she said, “What do you normally do to tuck?”

“Tape.” I said, a bit embarrassed about spilling my trade secrets.

“That won’t be practical if you want to be a girl 24/7, but I borrowed something from a friend who is a professional dancer.”

She rummaged through the plastic bag and produced an odd garment.

“It’s called a gaff,” Gabrielle said and instructed me to take off my panties and let me don the gaff. I put my now deflated manhood in a little pouch and pulled it between my legs. I admired my amazing smooth mons pubis, with only the small patch of public hair on display. I put on the panties again, enjoying the snug feel of lace between my ass cheeks.

“I just read on my Whatsapp that I have to work tomorrow,” Gabrielle said, “We’ll have to get up early so I can dress you up for the day and do your makeup, so I gueass we better stay in for tonight. Anyway, the girls will be in any minute. Now let’s see, what would be comfortable for you to relax on the couch?”

She went to a chest and took out some black satin pajamas. I put them on, feeling the soft smooth fabric against my skin and my stockinged legs.

Gabrielle tossed me a pair of black pumps.

“Better get used to heels, honey,” she said with a grin.

I put them on and expertly paraded a few steps in front of her.

“Wow, you’ve practiced, you naughty girl, you,” she laughed.

The front door banged and there was the sound of excited voices. Suddenly I felt nervous again.

Gabrielle saw it. “Don’t worry, they won’t bite, just nibble,” and we went over to the living room.

Debbie and Becca were coming in, stared at me and started to scream.

“Oh my god, you must be Irene! Cool to see you! Gab, what have you done with her, she’s so effing cute! And those blue eyes!”

I felt very shy but the girls quickly put me at ease. We sat on the couch chatting with them making jokes about my alto voice and my Dutch accent. We drank some wine and I felt so good and so complete.

I drifted away a bit and absentminded enjoyed how Becca softly stroked my inner thigh. Slowly her hand crept up but Debbie said, “No you don’t Becca, the poor lass has had quite a day! Patience, love, we’ll have plenty of fun this weekend.”

The girls laughed. I was drowsy from the emotions and the wine. Gabrielle said, “I’ll bring you to bed, sweetie.”

She brought me to my bed, took off my heels and tucked me in. From a shelf she took an old teddy bear and put it in my arms. With a kiss on my lips she said, “Nighty night, Irene, beautiful girl.”

“Kussen en knuffels,” I murmured, smiling happily and sailed off to dream land, the words of Debbie blissfully going through my mind.

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Hizmetçilikten Orospuluğa Evrilişim – 2O gece nasıl eve geldim bilmiyorum. Aklım gitmiş şekildeydim. Evet beni sikmemişti ama parmağıyla ve aletiyle tanıştırmıştı. Deliğime olacaklar öncesinden bir fragman vermişti. Başıma geleceklerin belirtisiydi bu. Evet çok zevk almıştım ama beni sikmemesi kötü olmuştu. Geceyi onun yatağında aletinin üzerinde inleyerek sikilmekle biteceğini düşünmüştüm ama olmamıştı. Belki yorgundu. Belki de ailesinden dolayı yapmamıştı. Ama kocaman evde neden korkabilirdi ki. Belki de kendini daha sonrasına saklıyordu. Telefon numaramı almıştı. Emretmişti resmen. Erkeğim diye kaydetmişti kendini. Ağzımı açamamıştım. Çünkü kölesi gibiydim onun. Ne isterse yapmak istiyordum. Istediği zaman sikini çıkarıp deliğime sokmasını ve beni inletmesini istiyordum. Fantezilerim için en uygun mesleği yapıyordum. Iş sahibimin kölesi gibiydim. Bu düşünceler arasında kendimi eve attım. Semra bu hafta sonu yoktu. Evine gitmişti. Evde tektim. Giysilerimi çıkarıp küvete girdim. 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Çırılçıplak seks hikayeleri şekilde uzanmıştı. Gel küçük fahişem dedi. Üstüne uzandırdı beni.aletinin üzerine oturmuştum. Siki götümün yanaklarının arasındaydı. öpüşmeye başladık. Dudaklarımız dans ediyordu. Bir ileri bir geri gitmeyi de ihmal etmiyordum. Sonra sırayla üstümü çıkarmaya başladı. Bir süre sonra çırılçıplak kalmıştım. Amım aletine sürtünürken beynim alev almışa dönüyordu. Çok zordu benim için bu. Çok uzun süre geçmişti. Elleri göğüslerimle, siki de amımla oynarken ilk boşalmamı yaşadım. Titremiştim. O da artık fazla dayanamazdı buna. Üzerinden kaldırdı beni yatağa uzandırdı. Bacak omuza yapmıştı. Işte o an gelmişti. Aletine tükürdü ve içime girmeye başladı. Ahhhhh çok acıtıyordu. Aleti her santim ilerledikçe acı yerini zevke bırakıyordu. Tamamen girdikten sonra birkaç kez gidip gelmesi 2.kez boşalmam için yetmişti. Boşalmam bitince beni becermeye devam etti. Sonunda olmuştu. Yıllardır süregelen abazalığım bitiyordu. Sinan içimde gidip gelirken aklıma kaçırdığım yıllar da geliyordu. Ahhhhh ile ohhhhhlar birbirine karışmıştı. Çok ses çıkartmamaya çalışıyordum ama Sinan bozuyordu bunu. Çok bağırıyordu. Onu engellemek istesem de umurunda değildi. Bir şey de diyemezdim ona. Devam etmesine izin verdim. Bir süre sonra beni ters çevirdi. Arkama geçti. Sikmesine devam etti. Ellerim yatağın üstünde arkamda pompalıyordu. Elleri belimdeydi. Sporcu olmasının faydalarını görüyordu. Yorulmuyordu. Sertliğini hep koruyordu. Boşalma süresi iyiydi bayağı. Doggy-style genellikle erkeklerin erken boşaldığı bir pozisyon olmasına rağmen iyiydi hala Sinan. Bu pozisyondan sonra da aletinin üzerine oturdum. Sertliğinden bir şey kaybetmemişti. 20 dakikadır sikiyordu beni. Üzerine oturduğumda o da göğüslerime daldı. Göğüslerimi yalıyordu. Dudaklarımı da boş bırakmıyordu. Bende üzerinde dansöz gibi figürler yapmaya çalışıyor onu azdırıyordum. Biraz sonra artık titremeye başladı. Geliyorum dedi. Ben üzerinde zıplarken içime dölleri attırmaya başladı. Elleriyle baldırlarımı sıkıca tutmuş, dölleri salıyordu içime. Biraz sonra son dölleri boşaltıp, içimde yumuşadığında yatağa uzandık. Dudaklarımdan öpüp harikaydın dedi. Gerçekten de beklediğimi almıştım. 6 yıl bekleme sonunda bu iyi gelmişti.

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Preface

This story is loosely based around the life of my wife and I, along with a married couple that we are friends with. The characters are based on real people, but the events of the story are only fantasy. We’re all around 30, give or take a few years. In the past, my wife and I have explored swinging, power exchange, and a long list of kinks. At the time this story takes place, our relationship has a female dominant dynamic that includes chastity, orgasm denial, and humiliation. Depending on the reception it gets, I may continue to expand the story in additional parts.

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It was a typical Tuesday evening. My wife Anne was out enjoying her weekly dinner with her best friend Leah. Tuesday evening was half-priced appetizer and retail-cost wine night at their favorite restaurant. It had become a weekly after-work tradition for the two, which allowed them to vent about the stresses at work and enjoy some “girl time” away from the boys. Meanwhile, I sat at home on the computer, aimlessly scrolling through Tumblr despite the frustration it caused me thanks to the steel chastity cage secured firmly around my cock. They key to which was dangling deviously around Anne’s neck.

You may ask why I’d subject myself, or rather my penis, to the mischievous and sometime evil whims of my wife. However, you wouldn’t have to ask that question if you had seen Anne. If I had to, I’d give up my orgasms all together as an even trade for my involvement in hers. She’s a powerful amazon of a woman, with the long legs of a model and curves in all the right places. She’s the type of woman that can command a room full of executives, and then an hour later find herself drinking beer, eating pizza, and watching MMA with the guys while throwing out expletives that would make a sailor blush. Whether she’s rocking a power suit or showing off her legs in a jean skirt, she’s guaranteed to attract the attention of the men around her, and probably some of the women too.

Now if there was anyone that had a strong enough personality to challenge my wife, it would be Leah. That’s probably why they are such good friends. At first glance of her tiny 5’2″ frame, it may not look like it, but Leah is a 120 pound Russian powerhouse. Once she sets her mind to something, you either help her do it or get the hell out of her way. Case in point, Leah had just recently gotten married to her husband John after a whirlwind engagement of only 3 weeks. John had recently returned to civilian life following a career in the US Army. Although he stood fairly short, he was in no way “small” as you could tell that he spent plenty of time lifting weights at the gym. He definitely wouldn’t have any problem throwing Leah around the bedroom, that’s for sure. Other than that, he was your typical American male who loved fast cars, guns, whiskey, sports, and attractive women.

As the evening moved on and night approached, I began watching my phone expecting a call from Anne. She likes to call me on the way home so that I can help keep her awake for the drive. I always wait eagerly for that phone call, as she usually gives me a summary of the night’s topic of conversation. Anne and Leah have few personal boundaries between them, so they often have some pretty interesting conversations. Occasionally those conversations will include the more personal details of our… “Non-traditional” sex life, much to my chagrin. Tonight, however, I did not get a phone call. Instead, I received a text message stating that she had a surprise for me, but didn’t want to tell me over the phone. She said she’d be home shortly and to have some wine poured for the both of us. I did as she asked and looked forward to hearing about this “surprise” of hers.

As she walked in the door roughly 30 minutes later, she was wearing a grin that would make the Cheshire cat jealous. She dropped her purse on the counter, hugged me, and gave me an overly obnoxious kiss on the cheek. You could tell that she was very proud of herself for putting this together, whatever it was. I ushered her to the dining room table where I had already poured us each a glass of wine. We both sat down and she took her first sip of wine as I looked at her eagerly, awaiting the details of this big surprise. “Alright, let’s hear it. The suspense is killing me,” I said sarcastically.

“Well honey,” she began, “you know that I had previously told Leah about our swinging experiences, right?” I nodded my head in the affirmative and she continued. “Leah brought the topic up again at dinner tonight. Apparently her and John have been flirting with the idea lately and might be curious about trying it.” I started piecing this information together in my head, my eyes widened, and just as I began to smile, she quickly interjected and shot down the conclusion that I had arrived at. “Oh, don’t go getting excited! They are still too nervous to actually try any actual partner swapping. She only brought it up to ask for my advice.”

I sighed in exaggerated beylikbagim.com disappointment and said, “Well then what is this BIG surprise that you seem to be so proud of?”

“I’m getting there, be patient!” she scolded. “I told her that when we tried it, one of the things that I was most nervous about was having sex while being watched, and honestly, once I got over that, it barely mattered that the man I was fucking wasn’t my husband.” As I started to see where this was going, she continued “I already knew the answer, but I asked her if she had ever had sex while being watched before. When she said no, I jumped on the opportunity.”

I started to speak, “so… we’re going to…”

“Yup!” she interrupted. “We’re all going to have a date night that ends with us putting on a show for each other. There won’t be any swapping partners, but it’ll help Leah and John figure out if they’ll be comfortable exploring the idea of swinging in the future. Besides, there’s nothing like a little competition to motivate your performance!”

I was simultaneously intrigued, excited, and scared out of my mind. “You’re really sure you want to do this?” I replied nervously.

“Why not? It’ll be fun! Are you afraid that John might outperform you? Wouldn’t that be a shame…” she laughed.

Later that night, after we had showered and she had me remove my chastity cage, Anne quickly made it clear that she wasn’t ready to sleep by shoving me on to the bed and hopping on my lap before I had the chance to get dressed. She grinned and reached down to grab my quickly stiffening cock. “I see that someone’s ready to play. I suppose it has been awhile since he’s been granted some relief”, she said.

“11 days, but who’s counting?” I replied sarcastically.

“Well let’s see how he feels about this…” she whispered as she lowered herself down my erect shaft.

She began working her hips back and forth, expertly grinding herself up and down over my cock. I don’t know if it was the fact that I hadn’t come in so long, or the excitement of the news she delivered earlier, but I quickly found myself teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Not that I usually have that great of stamina, but this was even quicker than usual. “Oh shit babe, you gotta slow down or I’m gonna explode!” I moaned.

With that, the sex came to a grinding halt. She balked at me and said “You can’t be fucking serious… It hasn’t even been a minute!”

Embarrassed, I stuttered out a quick apology, “I’m sorry babe, I just got so excited.”

“Oh you’re not sorry yet, but you will be. I was going to let you come inside of me tonight and leave you uncaged for the week, but if that’s the best performance you can muster, you definitely don’t deserve that. For your sake, you better learn to control yourself better before Saturday. I’m not sure you’d ever be able to look Leah or John in the eyes again if they witnessed you perform like that,” she lectured me. “And it’s probably best that we keep your cage on until then. We need to let you calm down. If I leave you uncaged you’ll just get yourself all worked up by edging like a fool all week.”

I anxiously interjected “but babe, if I don’t get some relief before this Saturday I’m definitely not going to be able to last any longer in front of them! It’ll be humiliating.”

She looked me in the eyes and said in condescending tone, “Well, whose problem will that be? Now go slide on your rubber cock sheath so that you can pretend to be a real man and fuck me for longer than 30 seconds…”

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I’m not going to lie, it felt so good to be out of my cage after 4 more days of penile imprisonment. It was Saturday afternoon and Anne had unlocked me just in time to get cleaned up and hop into the car. We were on our way to Leah and John’s house, which was almost an hour away. I figured that it would give us time to talk about what was about to happen, but so far we had just been sitting there in nervous silence.

Roughly 40 minutes into the ride, Anne finally broke the silence, “I’ve put some thought into your concern about coming too soon and how humiliating that would be. Unfortunately for you, it actually turned me on to think about the idea of you turning beat red, fumbling over your words, and trying to find some lame excuse for your lack of control. I also think that you need to be taught a lesson about the consequences of not being able to control yourself, so I’ve decided that you’re going to make the idea into reality. Not only will you avoid doing anything to delay your orgasm, but you’re going to do everything in your power to make yourself come as fast as you possibly can. Maybe a humiliating experience like this will be all it takes to motivate you to control yourself like a big boy.”

I felt like I had been punched in the gut, I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. Trying to object, I stammered, “What? Wait… no… please don’t make me do that, I’ll be so embarrassed.”

Anne reached her hand over to my knee, looked at me, and said “Well you should have thought of that before you let yourself disappoint me so badly on Tuesday night. I need a man who can fuck me like I deserve to be fucked, not a little boy who spurts his load as soon as I even look at his little penis.”

Struggling to find some excuse to get myself out of my predicament, I responded, “I probably won’t even be able to, I’ll be so nervous that I might not even be able to stay hard.”

She raised her eyebrows sharply, “Oh no, you WILL do it, or there will be serious consequences.” Without pause, she threatened, “There’s no getting out of this. If you last for more than a minute, or if I think that you are doing anything to delay your orgasm, I’m going to turn the next month into hell for you. For that matter, if you disobey me at any point tonight, then you’ll be spending the next month straight locked in your cage. No sex. No edging sessions. No masturbating. None of that. You’d be lucky if I even let you shower with me.”

My mouth hung open. My heart was leaping out of my chest. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t find any words. I couldn’t even imagine how I was going to be able to do this, but given the severity of the punishment, I couldn’t imagine not doing it. I wouldn’t even make it half way through a month without a single erection, let alone a whole one. I’d lose my mind. In my head it became clear, the only way to get through this was to resign myself to my fate, humiliate myself for her amusement, and try to salvage whatever small shred of dignity I can.

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Aside from some initial awkwardness upon our arrival, the evening had progressed just like any other night out with friends would. The first round of drinks seemed to be all that was necessary to calm everyone’s nerves… everyone’s nerves except for mine of course. Despite the alcohol, I just wasn’t my usual outspoken self. I’m sure that Leah and John just thought that I was nervous about the night’s plan. They we’re right, but little did they know that the night’s plan included me humiliating myself for the sake of pleasing my wife.

Each tick of the clock felt like it took an hour. We had just finished dinner and part of me just wanted to get this over with so I could run out the door in embarrassment. As we cleared the table, my wife suggested that we put something on the TV and said that she had brought just the thing to set the right mood and help break the tension. She popped in a DVD called “Pirates” which we had used in situations like this several times before. It was a porn spoof of the Johnny Depp movie that contained just the right mix of humor and hot sex. We found that it keeps everyone laughing long enough to get over any awkwardness and get the action started.

Leah topped off our drinks, closed the curtains, and dimmed the lights as we all took a seat on the long U-shaped couch that wrapped around the perimeter of their living room. Leah and John were cuddled together one side and my wife and I sat on the side opposite of them. It gave each couple a perfect view of the other. Other than the occasional giggle, we all sat pretty quietly for the first 30 minutes of the movie. I think that we were all waiting to see if the others would make the first move. Sensing that Leah and John were a bit hesitant, my wife decided to get the ball rolling and we began making out. This seemed to break the tension, as Leah quickly found her way on top of John as they followed suit.

As we kissed, my wife’s hands were doing all sorts of wandering. They moved slowly down my chest before finding a home on my ass with a firm grip. She pulled me down on top of her, guiding me between her spread legs and grinding against my groin. I was rock hard. She reached down and cupped the bulge in my jeans with her hand. “Someone’s ready to play” she said as she shook her hand lightly. “We better let him out before he suffocates in there,” she spoke while beginning to peel my shirt over my head. My heart began to sink as I realized that the time had come and that this was really going to happen. There was no avoiding it. At this point I was just along for the ride.

I grabbed Anne’s hand and brought her to her feet before spinning her around and embracing her tightly. I began kissing her neck as I slowly began lifting her blouse up and over her chest. She instinctively lifted her arms and I took her shirt over her head and discarded it on the floor. Anne quickly reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Before she had the chance to remove it herself, I reached up and gently guided the straps over her shoulders and let gravity do the rest. Out of the corner of my vision I could see John’s eyes widen as he got his first look at my wife’s chest… a view that I’m sure he’s been curious about for quite some time.

My wife turned back to me and pressed her bare chest against mine, grabbing my face and kissing me passionately. She then put her hands on my shoulders and firmly guided me to my knees before hiking her skirt up slightly. Taking the hint, I reached up, hooked her panties, and pulled them to the floor so that she could step out of them. As I stood up I ran my hands over the length of her legs and tightly squeezed each cheek, raising her skirt and displaying her ass in the process. She quickly responded by unhooking my belt, undoing the button on my jeans, and pulling down the zipper. “Let’s get those off, buster” she said, “boxers too”. I complied and dropped them to the floor as all 6 inches of my cock stood on display at full attention.

Feeling a little shy, I lifted Anne up and laid her back down on the couch as she wrapped her legs around me in the missionary position. I began kissing her again, silently hoping that Leah and John would take the opportunity to undress each other and take the attention off of us. I nervously glanced over at them, but I could tell by their intensely focused gaze that they had no intention of delaying the show that we were giving them. Anne lifted her head up and spoke quietly enough that only I could hear. “Start grinding against me while you play with my tits. You need to be ready to do as you were told.”

I slowly began thrusting my hips back and forth, sliding myself up and down across her labia. As commanded, I lowered my mouth to her breast and swirled my tongue around her nipple before closing my mouth and applying suction. I removed the suction from her breast with a pop and moved my head to apply the same treatment to the other one. She moaned as she embraced the stimulation between her legs and the warmth of my mouth on her chest. I could already feel her wetness coating the length of my shaft, she was obviously really enjoying this. The same could be said for myself, as it was clear that I would have no problem complying with the humiliating task that lied ahead of me.

While I may not have the best stamina when it comes to holding back my orgasm, I do tend to have really good control over triggering my orgasm. Typically, as long as I am able to last long enough for her to reach orgasm, I have no problems making sure that I climax simultaneously. Even when her orgasm begins before I feel like I’m anywhere near my own, I’m usually able to push myself over the edge within a few seconds. My wife knows this and wouldn’t accept nervousness as an excuse for not being able to execute her plan tonight.

“Stop teasing me, babe. I need you inside of me,” she said with a sarcastic pout. I took a deep breath and looked straight into her eyes, as if begging her for a way out of this. She pulled my head down and began whispering softly in my ear. “It’s important that you do this for me… for us. Don’t think about it, just let this happen. It’ll all be over soon. I love you.” As her words departed, she gently kissed my neck, reached between my legs, and position my cock at her entrance. With that I shut my eyes, exhaled deeply, and thrust myself forward as I did my best to pretend that we were somewhere else absent the presence of an audience.

Deep, slow thrusts have always pushed me to orgasm quicker than shallow and fast ones, so that’s just what I did. With each in stroke I clenched my PC muscle, relaxing it on the out stroke. I could tell after only the first few thrusts that I wouldn’t be lasting anywhere near the minute limit that Anne had set for me. The gentle moans that she was emitting each time my pelvis met hers weren’t doing anything to delay my impending orgasm either. It hadn’t been but 10 seconds before I knew my release was within reach. Anne looked at me and I’m pretty sure that she knew it as well. Even if I had the choice to do anything but race to the finish, the two weeks’ worth of desperation and frustration that she put me through wouldn’t have let me. I NEEDED relief.

I flexed myself as tight as I could, holding my breath while increasing my pace. Within several seconds I felt myself pass the point of no return and tumble over the edge. Whether it was the exhilaration of being watched or just the result of having been denied for so long, what followed was one of the most intense orgasms in my recent memory. “Oh god! No, no, no! Fuck!” I said, trying to salvage some shred of my dignity by making it sound like this didn’t usually happen, “I’m sorry, I’m coming.” Before I even had the chance to get the words out, I was pumping rope after rope of my come into my wife. The relief I felt was astonishing…

…until it was swept away by a devastating tide of humiliation. The embarrassment that followed the reality of being watched by our two best friends while I helplessly spilled my load in less than 20 seconds was overwhelming. The look on John’s face was a mix of embarrassment for me and compassion towards my misfortune. Leah’s reaction wasn’t nearly as composed, however. Her jaw hung open and she did nothing to stifle her laughter. She wasn’t the type to let others’ ego sway her actions. I froze in panic, not knowing what to do or how to avoid the burning desire to bury my head in the couch out of pure shame.

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“Oh, don’t stop,” Phoebe moaned at me. Her hazel hair lay flopped back and forth on the pillow as her head flopped back and forth. “Don’t stop! Fuck me, Will, fuck me!” I wondered why she thought I would stop at this point, with my dick already pounding her tight little pussy, or how I would even manage to. I was really just trying to hold back the flood of cum I could feel building in my balls.

I slowed down my pumping to try and ease the sensation that was quickly pushing me towards the edge. “Harder! Faster! Fuck me, you bastard!” she replied, her pretty brown eyes snapping wide open.

Alright, I resigned myself to trying to think about baseball or something. Fortunately, I didn’t end up needing much of a distraction because a few furious strokes turned out to be enough for both of us. She came hard on my dick, her hips rocking furiously to her own rhythm, and I released the cum that had been building in my balls deep into her cunt. Once, twice, three times, my cock twitched inside her, each time sending a powerful stream of hot semen into her pussy. I kissed her lightly on the lips and rolled off of her, taking a second to admire the glint of light off of my cum and pussy-juice covered dick, now beginning to shrink back to flaccidity.

“Ah, shit,” Phoebe said, turning over and facing me, propping herself up on one elbow. “That was almost worth it.”

“Almost?” I asked.

“Yeah, almost,” she replied, her face twisting up slightly into consternation. “You’re a real fucker cheating on my best friend with me. But a good fucker, I guess. Maybe it’s just knowing that I’m fucking Megan’s boyfriend that makes me cum.”

“Yeah, probably,” I said. “Well, that and my big dick, right?”

“Fuck you,” she said, turning back over onto her back. “It’s a nice cock, but I feel like shit afterwards every time.”

“Look, what Megan doesn’t know won’t hurt her, ok? We’ll just say this is the last time, alright?” I tried to comfort her. Looking over at her sexy body, I knew this was a lie, just like it was the last time.

“Yeah, yeah,” she replied. “Just like last week. Anyway, I better get the fuck out of here before Megan comes over.” She grabbed her jeans and picked her discarded panties out of them, then pulled them on, followed by the jeans. I enjoyed watching her perky little tits jiggle as she did so.

“Aww, too bad. One of these days I kind of want her to walk in on us. I feel like she’d join in.”

“Fuck you,” was the last thing she said before throwing on her shirt and walking out my bedroom door. By the time I threw on some pants she had left the apartment. She’d be back, I thought, and anyway, Megan would be here soon. I decided it best to at least wash off my dick before she got there, so I hopped in the shower.

Now, you might think I’m a piece of shit for cheating on my girlfriend. And I’m not going to disagree. It’s something I couldn’t really explain; just that my dick wants what it wants. I felt guilty about it as I showered, I guess, but even then, I started to think about last night and in the hot running water I started getting hard.

Think about class or something, I told myself. Megan was coming over ostensibly to work on a project. See, we’re both students at a small college. She’s a considerably better student and all around popular girl. I wouldn’t say I’m popular, but I guess I really am, at least with a couple friends of hers. And some random sorority girls. And one time a cleaning lady here. What? She was hot and I’d never had a latin girl before. Plus, she could suck a golf ball through a garden hose…

Fuck, I was getting hard again. I shut off the shower and reached past the curtain for a towel. Instead of finding one, I found a hand grasping mine. Another hand threw back the shower curtain to reveal Megan standing before me.

“Happy to see me?” She said. A smile was on her pink, full lips. Her red hair hung about shoulder length, a shock of it falling in front of one of her deep green eyes. She wore a shirt that showed off her cute little flat tummy, and her jeans hugged her full hips. She picked a towel off the rack and threw it at me.

“Always,” I said, starting to towel off. “Brad’s not here, so we have some time alone before we have to start the project, you know. That is, if you’re happy to see me, too.” Brad was my roommate and best friend who was off at lacrosse practice.

“Oh, you,” Megan replied. “You’re so naughty. We really need to finish this project.”

“And I really need to finish this project,” I said, throwing the towel to the side and showing off my erect prick.

Megan’s seemed torn, but her eyes were hungry. “Ok, but let’s make it quick.”

I kissed her right there, taking her face into my hands and drawing her close to me. She wiggled with excitement and pulled away. “Let’s go, then!” She practically skipped out of the bathroom, pulling her shirt over her head as she went. When she reached the foot of my bed, still lying unmade from the morning’s earlier activities porno izle with Phoebe, she turned around and showed off her perfect, perky little tits. The pink nipples were already standing out straight. “Come on!” she said, undoing her jeans and wiggling out of them and her panties in one motion.

I came over to her and took her into my arms, kissing her deeply. As always, her tongue was shy at first but as I felt her relax, it became bolder, probing into my mouth as I ran my hands all over her body. I started kissing down her neck and shoulders. “We don’t have time for that much foreplay,” she insisted. “Brad’s going to be back soon and I don’t want him to walk in on us.”

“Aww,” I said, taking a break from kissing her chest to look up at her, “would that be so bad? Are you so shy?” She just gave a cute, frustrated sigh in reply. I kissed down to her left nipple and sucked it into my mouth. I ran my tongue around it for a while before moving my mouth to her other breast and repeating the process. She squirmed at the sensation and I could feel her trying to draw me down to the bed.

“Ok, baby, you know I love it when you play with my nipples, but I can’t wait any more,” she practically begged me. “Just get inside me already!”

I ran my hand down her side and brought it over to between her thighs. The heat was pouring off her shaved pussy and, bringing my fingers to the slit, I could feel she was already wet with anticipation.

“As you wish,” I said, and pulled her thighs toward me with both hands, making her fall back onto the bed. I climbed on top of her between her legs and kissed her lightly.

“You are such a slob,” she said. “Do you ever make your bed?”

Her comment took me back to the night before and Phoebe. Somehow thinking about fucking Megan in the same bed made it even hotter for me and I couldn’t wait to get inside her. “I am a dirty boy, I guess,” I said and thrust in her suddenly.

The sudden intrusion took her by surprise and she bit her lower lip as she reacted. “Ooh,” she cooed. “You feel even bigger today.” My cock is pretty decent sized, not like a porn star or anything, but I’ve never heard any complaints and never felt the need to measure it.

I responded by starting a slow in-and-out motion. Her body reacted nicely, first squeezing me, then relaxing. Her pussy was already dripping juice and the motion was nice and easy, gradually getting deeper. “Mmm, yes, baby, that feels so good,” she moaned.

“You know I know how you like it,” I said, increasing my pace. I buried my face in her neck and kissed it up and down, which elicited a shiver from her. I ran my left hand threw her hair and let my right wander up and down her side, squeezing and caressing as I went. She always started out this way, first wanting the sensual lay, but I knew from experience that after her first orgasm she’d be even more fun.

I could feel that orgasm building in her as I slowly stroked in and out of her tight little twat. “Oh, yes, baby, just like that,” she encouraged. I kept up a steady pace and she tightened around me. “I’m almost there, baby, please don’t stop.” That her begging reminded me of her best friend’s turned me on even more and I sped up, now slamming my hard cock into her deepest parts. “Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god, yes!!” she screamed as an orgasm rocked her perfect little body. She jerked and spasmed on my dick, almost enough to set me off, but I held on because I wanted to savor this (and I was in no hurry to start in on homework).

Once her shaking subsided, I slid my dick out of her, which gave a satisfying slurping sound. “Ok, my turn,” I said, crawling over her to present her with my dick, now shiny and wet with her juices. I pointed it at her mouth.

She made a face at it, no doubt smelling herself on me. She looked up at me with a look of that read “really?” I almost couldn’t believe we were going through this again; she always started out pretending that sucking her own pussy juices off of my cock didn’t make her even wetter. I just thrust towards her mouth again and, surprise, surprise, she opened her mouth and took the head inside.

“Ahh,” I said, pumping my hips at her face. She gagged a little but didn’t resist. Rather, she began to caress my butt as she licked and sucked my cock. I don’t know why I wanted to make her suck up her own juices, but I really enjoyed it. I closed my eyes and imagined I was feeding her Phoebe’s pussy juice instead. When I was satisfied that she had cleaned me off entirely, I got off her.

I didn’t even have to say anything and she took the meaning of my glance. She turned over and got on all fours, facing away from me and proudly displaying her little round butt. I took a second to admire her pink pussy lips, gleaming with even more juices than when we had started. I took up a position behind her and aimed myself at her slit. I could tell she was waiting for it, so I dragged it out, first teasing her pussy by running my cock head up and down the length of amatör porno her lips. She wiggled her butt insistently at me, so I gave in and inserted my dick into her hole.

She took it even easier this time, quickly matching the slow rhythm I set myself to. She began moaning with each thrust, “ooh, aah,” and I knew a second orgasm wouldn’t be long in coming. I reached underneath her with my right hand and played with her tits as the flopped back and forth. I let her hard little nipples run back and forth over my fingers and it seemed to drive her nuts, her moaning more and more loudly with each thrust.

I decided to speed up the process and let my other hand drift down to her clit, which elicited a shiver. She squirmed under my fingers and I toyed with her lazily before settling into a circular motion, matching my thrusting. “Oh, yes, baby, fuck me like that. Make me cum, baby,” she begged.

Of course that was the plan, although she probably didn’t expect how I was to go about enacting it. I gave her right nipple one last pinch and moved my hand up to her mouth, letting my fingers tiptoe around to her back and up her shoulders and neck. She passionately sucked them, one at a time, letting her tongue sloppily coat each with spit.

Now sufficiently lubricated, my fingers found their way back down her spine, making her shiver as they danced down her back to her ass. I placed my hand on her right butt cheek, letting my thumb find a resting place on her cute little butthole.

She turned her head back to face me as best she could without changing positions and her eyes narrowed. I just smiled back at her. She reached a hand half-heartedly back to interfere, but I pushed it away and she stopped resisting. Placing my thumb back on her butthole, I applied gentle pressure until it popped past the initially resistant sphincter.

“Oh…fffffuck,” she replied at the sudden intrusion.

“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it,” I teased her, slowly working my thumb around inside her ass.

Her only reply was a guttural moan and soon she began jerking her hips back and forth. Her asshole tried to push my thumb out, but I forced it in, and her pussy spasmed around my dick. “Oh, fuck, oh, fuck, oh, god, I’m coming!” she squealed.

Her gyrations pushed me over the edge and I fired of a shot of cum into her snatch. “Oh shit I’m coming, too,” I said, my hips bucking a few more times, each time accompanied by a blast of sticky semen into her tight pussy. We stayed like that for a minute, each catching our breath, as the last of the cum leaked out of my cock and into her, before my dick fell out of her, flaccid. She fell forward onto the bed.

“Quick enough for you?” I asked. “I figured the little thumb trick would hurry you along.”

“You’re such a pervert,” she said facetiously. “You know I only let you do that because I know you like it. And ONLY YOUR FINGER. Don’t think I don’t know you’re trying to warm me up to anal.”

“Uh-huh, sure, for my sake…” I said. I knew it might take a while but she’d eventually be coming with my cock up her ass.

“Shit!” she cursed. “We’ve got to get to work.”

Disappointed as I was, the empty feeling in my balls told me that round three was out of the question, anyway, so I joined her in throwing on some clothes. Once dressed, she grabbed her backpack and opened the bedroom door, to be greeted by Brad.

“Oh, hey,” Brad said. “I thought that might be you.” His face was completely innocent, not realizing the implications. Megan visibly blushed. Brad was kind of a meathead, a big blond jock, essentially a walking stereotype, but he was one hell of a roommate. We had been drinking buddies before getting this apartment together. I stifled a laugh at the typical Brad-ness of his greeting.

“Yeah, we were just going to start studying,” I decided to break the awkward silence.

“Ah, cool man,” I just got back from practice and wondered what you were up to tonight,” he said, “but I guess something with Megan, huh?”

“No, I’m actually hanging out with my friend Phoebe tonight,” she interjected. “You’ve met her, right?”

Brad looked from her to me slowly and then back to her. “Oh, yeah,” he said, a big dumb smile coming across his face. “She’s hot.”

He was a meathead but he knew exactly what he was doing here. “Yeah, yeah,” I interrupted, “anyway, let’s get drunk later, yeah?” I started gently pushing Megan out the door past Brad’s muscular frame.

“Cool,” he said, “the Dive?”

“Where else?” I replied.

***

The Dive was what all the students called the worse of the two bars near enough to campus to be frequented. The name should be an indication of the quality of the place. This is the main reason we loved it. To me it also had the advantage of not being a favorite of Megan or the type of girls who tended to hang out with her, leaving us both free to try to pick up freshmen who had gotten past the apathetic bouncer with what passed for anal porno a fake id around here, and anyone else who should probably know better. Tonight I was purely playing the role of wingman, though, as I considered how sustainable my present two-girl arrangement was.

Brad and I took a seat at the bar, him next to a group of what looked to be a group of girls out for the first time, giggling and drinking some godawful-looking, brightly colored shots, me next to an empty stool. “Good luck, man,” I told him.

“You’re not going to get in on this, Will?” he gestured to the girls who didn’t seem to notice.

“Nah, but I’ll jump on any grenades for you,” I said, “Private Wingman, reporting for duty, sir!” I mock saluted him. He gestured to the bartender and got us a couple terrible watery beers in plastic cups, then set about trying to interest the pretty good-looking blonde sitting next to him.

I listened to the conversation only as much as I needed to, not really having much interest, and only contributing when I felt it necessary as my roommate continued his valiant, though probably hopeless in my estimation, effort. At some point, the girls went off to another area of the bar and he followed them, none of them seeming to notice he’d left his friend behind. Not that I minded. Before too long, a woman sat next to me and ordered a martini. The bartender gave her a quizzical look, I noticed, before heading off to make the drink.

“Was that a serious order, or a practical joke of some sort?” I asked her.

“What?” I couldn’t tell if she didn’t understand or just couldn’t hear me over the noisy college student-filled bar.

“Nothing, just you’re probably the first person to ever order a martini in the history of the Dive. Hopefully you got the smarter bartender.” I indicated down the bar where the bartender seemed to be struggling with a list of drink recipes.

“Jesus Christ,” she said, “it’s two ingredients…You called this place the Dive?”

I just then noticed her. She was stunning, dark chocolate skin, long black hair hanging down her slim back reaching just down to what looked like a gorgeous, thick ass. She wore a tight black dress that barely covered anything, leaving her shoulders out and revealing a good deal of cleavage. Holy shit, I thought, change of plans for the night.

“Uh, yeah, I take it you’re not a student here?” I asked. “Most of us just stick with the shitty beer.”

“No,” she said, turning her stool towards me and visibly checking me out. “I’m new in town, actually, and didn’t realize this was a college bar. And life’s too short to drink shitty beer, by the way.” Just then the bartender delivered her a martini…in a plastic cup.

“Too short to drink shitty martinis?” I asked.

“We’ll see,” she said, and took a drink. “Holy shit,” she exclaimed, pulling the cup from her lips and slamming it onto the bar. “Is this made with gin or kerosene?”

“Don’t know, but I wouldn’t risk it,” I said. “A girl as nice as you should be drinking in a much better place.”

“Like where, your dorm room?” she chuckled. “You college guys and your lines…”

“Had to give it the ol’ college try, you know. Can’t blame me, right?” I admitted, ready to chalk this one up to a loss and go back to my beer.

“Sure,” she said, again checking me out, “but college guys have their advantages, too, I guess.” She turned back slightly towards the bar.

“I don’t live in a shitty dorm, by the way, it’s a shitty apartment,” I said. “Anyway, the name’s Will. Yours?”

“Nadia, pleased to meet you.” She turned back to me and extended a hand.

I made a show of taking it and kissing it slightly. “Enchanted. Isn’t Nadia a Russian name?” I asked. “You don’t look like you are from the motherland, comrade.”

“Never heard of a black Russian?” she asked.

“Is that your next drink order?” I responded as she again tried and failed to enjoy her drink.

“Maybe,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “Depends on what you’ve got at this apartment of yours…”

***

When we got back to my apartment I was already ready to go, but Nadia seemed honestly interested in having another drink. “You better have something better than that Dive place…” she admonished me as I searched the kitchen. Ah, there it was.

I brought out a bottle of scotch. “How about this?” I offered. It was pretty good scotch which I’d gotten as a gift but had been saving.

“That’ll do nicely,” she said. “I guess you are a man of taste, after all.”

“Of course,” I replied. “I mean, I brought you here.”

“More lines? Although, you didn’t seem to be interested in anybody else tonight, so I’ll give you that one.” She sat herself on the couch and waited expectantly as I poured her a drink, then passed it to her. I was getting excited, myself, and I was hoping the scotch would help settle me down. This girl was just far too gorgeous to believe.

“So, are you going to give me the grand tour, or what?” she asked, taking a sip of her drink.

“Sure, sure,” I said, and offered her my hand. She took it and got to her feet.

“That doesn’t just mean the bedroom, of course,” she smiled.

“Of course not,” I said, sarcastically, “I would never dream of it.”

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Master informed me that He would begin my training now so that i would learn how to pleasure Him or be punished if i did not perform as expected. He instructed me to remain naked and on the bed while He was gone to his seminar. Standing there like an idiot, i did not move fast enough, in fact not at all. The next thing i knew was His hand landing on my ass. The sting brought tears to my eyes and then He told me again to undress. Quickly, i removed all of my clothes and sat on the bed. He grabbed hold of my upper arms and pulled me to Him, kissing me deeply. Then He walked over to the closet and pulled out a bag i did not remember seeing before now. He removed something and walked back over to me and instructed me to lay spread eagle on the bed which i did without hesitation. The thought of my ass being spanked again did not thrill me so of course i complied.

The next thing i knew my right wrist was tied to the headboard. i started to fight this but the pain to my ass from His hand, quickly stopped all resistance. He then tied my left wrist to the headboard and finally both ankles tied to the rollers under the bed leaving my pussy wide open to the world. He then stood up and just stared at me, making me wet as He looked over His property. He bent down and began licking my right nipple and rubbing my clit at the sex izle same time. Why couldn’t He just fuck me now? i wanted Him to use me and make me cum. He then instructed me that i was not to cum while He was gone and that He would know. Also, He had given explicit instructions to the staff as to how the “room” was to be cleaned. This frightened me by the inflection in His voice and the glint in His eyes. Then He was gone. i lay there wondering what was to happen to me while He was gone and slowly drifted off to sleep.

i felt something wet between my legs which woke me from my sleep. There was a man in a uniform licking my pussy while two people watched. This frightened me and i begged them to stop to which they replied, “Your Master would not like you treating us this way.” Then he began licking my pussy again as the man and woman smiled. They asked me if i liked my nipples played with and i told them no, hoping that this would deter them. Unfortunately, it seemed to excite them and i heard one of them say to crop me. Before i could realize what this meant, a long rod with leather on the end had landed on my right nipple. i screamed in pain and then my left nipple was hit making me release another scream. The pain in my nipples was excruciating but made my pussy wet. They told me to stop screaming or they alt yazılı porno would not stop whipping my breasts. i tried to stop but only managed to muffle the sound.

Oh my god, my pussy. i did not even realize the man eating my pussy had stopped and they began whipping it with the crop. After 10 swats they stopped. The same man went back to my pussy and began tenderly licking my lips and sucking on my clit. i did not want to admit that it felt good, but after the whipping it did alleviate some of the pain. The other two turned back around but without the crop. There was something else in their hands. The woman situated herself on the other side of me. They smiled at each other and told me to be a good slut like My Master ordered. They began pinching and pulling my nipples, slapping my breasts and licking them. i could feel them becoming hot from the abuse and did not want to admit it but it really aroused me. As fast as it began it ended with them placing, what they called nipple clamps, on my nipples.

The pain was intense, making my eyes water and my pussy wet. They asked if it hurt and i shook my head yes which made them flick and pull on the clamps making me more aroused. my pussy was so wet and with the man and woman abusing my nipples and the other man devouring my pussy, altyazılı sex izle i pleaded with them to fuck me, please fuck me. i wanted to cum now, until i was reminded that My Master had instructed me not to cum. Then i began pleading with them to stop, but they would not. My whole body was on fire and i felt an orgasm approaching fast. i wanted his tongue out of my pussy and my nipples left alone but they kept going. i screamed for them to stop which only brought out the crop again across my breasts several times. How do you stop yourself from cumming? They began whipping my pussy and i could not help it, i did cum and cum. Leaving my eyes closed to enjoy the entire sensation, the pain and the pleasure, and all the while wanting My Master to be there with His cock in my pussy. i could not believe how much the pain excited me but it was exquisite.

Suddenly i realized the room was quiet and i was no longer being tortured sexually. Slowly i opened my eyes and there was My Master at the foot of the bed with a look that scared me more than i had felt before. He informed me that He was displeased with my disobedience. i stammered that i was sorry but i could not help it, please forgive me, i will do anything to make it up to You. He told me that i WILL do anything and everything, but He would make me obey one way or another. i wanted untied, to throw myself at His feet and beg forgiveness. i did not want Him angry with me. Instead, i remained tied to the bed, ashamed and unable to cover my shame. He said that He would make me obey and now i was terrified as to what that meant.

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[This is a sequel to –

“Emily: Seduced on the Foredeck”,
“Emily: Fingered on the Beach” and
“Emily: A Good Long Root”

(in that order)

But you don’t need to have read those to (I hope) enjoy this story]

It started, as these things do, after a few drinks.

The race series we’d taken the boat up to Pittwater for had all gone well. Late in the series, Adam and I were sharing a few drinks with some of the crew around our age from other boats.

Somehow we’d got into a sort of truth or dare game, which in turn led to a question about your kinkiest sexual fantasy. With a few drinks under my belt, I’d answered honestly; even added more salacious detail in response to questioning. It wasn’t anything like the kinkiest fantasy revealed that night, but then I suppose I’ll never know whether the others were actually played out.

By the next morning, I’d forgotten all about my indiscretion, never guessing what would follow.

A week later, with the series over, it was time for the boat to be brought back home. Unsurprisingly, Adam and I were more than willing to do it. A very early bus up from the city found us prepping the boat for departure just as the day started to warm up; around 9.

A little bit to tease Adam, and probably more than a little bit as a mild up yours in response to the various annoying pretensions of a Yacht Club with the word “Royal” in its name that had irritated us during the series, I found myself reversing the boat out of its pen dressed in nothing more than my tiny blue bikini and a large white sunhat. So I’d substituted a good lathering of sun screen for my normally more protective clothing.

Don’t try and question the logic of flashing a not unattractive bikini body around the club as a way of punishing them; quite apart from the scarcity of members who actually were there to see it at that time on a mid-week morning. There is none; or at least none that can be explained. You have to have suffered through the minor slights and the petty rules and their application during the last few weeks to understand the reaction.

But there is also a satisfaction in handling, and being seen to handle well, a large yacht in a tight marina situation; more so when you’re young, female, reasonably attractive and blonde. Being dressed in a minimalist bikini just added to the up yours factor. Anyhow, Adam was there and the bulge in his pants signalled he wasn’t complaining.

I thought he might have wanted to stop at the little beach near Longnose Point we’d had such fun at last time; but he seemed keen to get to sea. Pity I thought. There’s some good beaches in Sydney Harbour too, but none private enough to get away with what we’d done last time on that one.

And so, in a light but slowly building Nor’Easter I motored down Pittwater until Adam hoisted the main near Barrenjoey Heads. Then turning seawards, we eased the main, rolled out the genoa and polled it out with the spinnaker pole, setting a course far enough out from the coast to easily clear Long Reef.

The last few weeks with Adam had been torrid. He had his own house and, apart from the time spent racing the yacht, my parents had barely seen me during that period. The only reason we hadn’t got down to another root on the yacht while it was still in the Marina Berth, instead of just setting sail, was that we’d had one when we’d first woken up that morning. But it was all about far more than the sex, good though that was.

That connection we’d made on the first day was still going strong. It was like we never ran out of things to say to each other or laugh together about. Sometimes serious, sometimes verbal games and sparring, it was never vicious or trying to get one up on the other. We were co-conspirators in a most delicious love affair.

And the sex?

Like wow! I thought good sex was where you had a fair chance of having an orgasm at the end of it. Adam had changed the rules. I’d come three times during our love making that morning. And it wasn’t because it was some marathon session with Adam going through multiple refractory periods. It was a quickie before we got up. That was in the ten minutes between first penetration and Adam blowing his load.

Why?

I can only start to guess. Yes he had a good technique. He cared and tried. But so did other guys. It seemed that when you added that to something in our emotional connection it just blew my mind; and all my sexual organs too. Adam reckons he’s had other girls have multiple orgasms occasionally, but I’m completely over the top. But we both like it. It really turns him on when I’m going off, so to speak.

The sail had been going normally until we were several miles out at sea; me on the helm and Adam attending to the various sail trims. Then he disappeared below, reappearing dressed in nothing more than a tattered pair of long white pants with the waist held up by a tied length of rope and the ends of the legs somewhat shredded. He looked straight out of some Captain Hornblower saga. Still, altyazılı porno even as he dropped another bundle of white cloth on the front of the cockpit seat, I didn’t really twig that he was up to something.

Suddenly he rolled up the genoa. When I asked him what he was doing, he just told me I’d see soon enough before disappearing forward where he lashed the still hoisted spinnaker pole to the rolled up foresail. The he came back to the cockpit. Separating the white material from something rolled up inside it, he handed it to me and told me to turn on the auto pilot and put it on.

Now Adam’s not in the habit of telling me what to do (he knows better than that); so I knew something was afoot. I held up the garment. It was an old tattered business shirt with both the collar and cuffs cut off. The buttons had also been removed; the front roughly sew together. If there had ever been a breast pocket, it also was gone, as was the bottom hem.

I put it on over my bikini. Adam came around behind me, put his hand up inside it to undo the strings of my bikini top and pulled it out from under the loosely fitting shirt.

I was starting to be a bit overcome by curiosity.

“What are you up to?”

Bending down to the package that had been wrapped up in the shirt, Adam picked up a roll of paper, stood in front of me, unrolled it and in a formal voice, read from it.

“Emily Franklin. You are charged with failing to steer a straight course, for which you will be punished with 25 lashes. How do you plead?”

“Aren’t you meant to ask how I plead before pronouncing sentence?”

“That will be 30 lashes for insubordination. Proceed forward for the sentence to be carried out.”

Adam pointed along the side deck. At last aware of what the game was, I complied; Adam following me after picking up the remaining bit of the package that had been wrapped in the shirt. When I reached the mast he told me to stop. Then lifting each arm up to the spinnaker pole he tied my hands to it.

There was only once he fell out of character. Although the bindings were quite firm, he put in my hands the loose ends of the rope, telling me they were slip knots.

“If I go overboard, just pull these to release yourself. Otherwise I’m in for a very long swim and the yacht’s going to be sailing off to Antarctica with you still lashed like that. It’s going to raise some eyebrows with whoever eventually finds you.”

And then.

“It’s time for the sentence to be carried out.”

I felt his hands on the back of my neck. Next thing I know there’s a slight tug on my body as the back of the shirt is torn open for its full length. His hands caressed my back as he pushed the shirt open to expose the bare flesh. Suddenly his front is pushed hard against me as his erection slips between my legs; touching up a bud already sensitised and aroused by the game being played out. I look down to where it projects out from my crotch. The bell is hard and swollen and already dripping pre-cum.

Now I can feel the application of his strength as he tears apart each sleeve of the shirt, allowing it to be pulled right off me. I’m naked except for my bikini bottoms.

He withdraws, letting his erection slide arousingly through my crotch. There’s a rustle of something behind me. I feel something soft flop against my back just under my armpit and whatever it is wraps itself around my front and across my chest. I look down. It’s an imitation cat of nine tails; multiple soft, flattened (core removed) ropes which I assume must be bound together with a handle, absolutely soaked in what the splatter on my lips tells me is chocolate sauce.

They’ve spread out across my breasts; two of the ropes laying across the nipple. He pulls it away slowly, the ropes slipping across the nipple raising them to a jutting hardness and leaving a thick smear of chocolate on everything they’ve touched.

The next stroke comes around my hips and across the front of my bikini pants. Pulling away more quickly this time, there’s a second stroke around my hips, slightly lower. This wraps itself between my legs. As Adam pulls it away he must have lifted the handle up. Instead of following its inward path, it slides slowly up through my crutch, the friction from the chocolate sauce causing it to push the pants firmly between my lips. He jerks it, pushing it in deeper without accelerating the withdrawal.

Hanging momentarily by my arms, I squirm at the stimulation of my now excited bud as it again leave a thick smear of chocolate sauce as he withdraws it across my lower stomach.

Encouraged, Adam repeats the movement; drawing from me an even more pronounced reaction and a moan.

Two strokes across my breasts and nipples follow before another two across my hips. Then he repeats the cycle on the other side of my body. My chest, lower stomach and the front of my bikini pants are soon covered in chocolate and I’m writhing in excitement. There’s something about having a fantasy fulfilled that enormously sexy.

zenci porno But there’s something missing. He’s being incredibly gentle. These are flops, not in any way whips. I’m no masochist but we’re not fully into the fantasy script yet.

“Make it sting my back a bit; a bit like a wet towel.”

Adam has a go at brushing it across my back instead of wrapping it around me. But that’s what it is, a brush.

He knows he didn’t get it and tries again. Still he’s being reticent. I understand; that’s good in a guy, but he still knows he’s not getting it.

The third time, whether through luck or design, he gets it; a sting across my back as he flicks the wet ends of the ropes across it. I wince physically and audibly.

The next one is back across my hips and through the groin. He’s getting good at using the jerking movement to maximise the stimulation from each flop. Again I squirm and moan about with the pleasure.

Then across the back again; another sting, another wince. My lack of further instruction tells him he’s getting it right.

He continues to alternate; repeating an action if it misfires – one across the back failing to induce a wince or one across the hips failing to lodge through my groin. I suspect he’s starting to enjoy it.

He’s getting more reaction from me from each stroke. I know this is wrong. But I also know the growing reaction isn’t just from the direct stimulation of the groinal flops. The pain, gently and lovingly applied though it is, is adding to it. As I tighten my muscles and squirm about with each back sting, I’m adding to a growing sense of my impending orgasm. In a way, that was always the fantasy; maybe even more so because I never imagined Adam could achieve what he is with the grional flops.

He adds a breast flop into the rotation; interspersing them randomly into what is for the most part still alternate back and groin strokes.

The front and crotch of my bikini is now covered in chocolate. It’s sticking to the whip like you couldn’t imagine. Adam scores a particularly effective stroke that wraps right through my crotch and up my butt. He jerks the whip; pulling it back without achieving any release of it, just pulling everything up into my crease and sliding it against a very swollen bud.

I squirm about with the agony of an orgasm that’s nearly there but can’t quite get out. He jerks again and I feel ready to explode. With the third jerk I find my release, crying out louder than I would have if hit full on with a real whip while initially throwing my hips forward but ending up lifting my legs off the ground and swivelling my bent knees from side to side as I hang by my arms. He pulls the whip away, causing a momentary jolt of extreme stimulation that sends me into another spasm.

I’ve barely got my feet back onto the ground before I call out for him to whip my back.

“But you’ve already been whipped 34 times. You were only meant to get 30.”

“It was only a guideline, just do it.”

He decides not to argue about movie quotes, stinging my back. I exaggerate the pain, sending a wave of tension down into a groin that still feels full and wanting more even if my clit feels incredibly sensitive.

Twice I call “Again.” Adam’s detected a certain manic need in my voice and might even be hitting a bit harder. As I arch forward wincing with the third stroke, it suddenly turns into another orgasm, the “Arrr” of exaggerated pain suddenly turning into a prolonged moan of pure bliss.

Finally I’m left dangling and momentarily weak. I’m not satisfied, nothing like it. But in my original fantasy the whipping was mere foreplay. I couldn’t have imagined it would be anything like it was; but the best should be yet to come.

Adam detected the moment had arrived to put side the whip. As I hung there I suddenly felt his presence against my back, his tongue licking up some of the chocolate spread across it. He worked across and under my right arm pit, heading towards my breasts; becoming more fastidious about clearing the skin of it as he approached the right orb.

Ignoring for a moment the nipple jutting out and intermittently brushing against the skin of his lips he cleansed the orb; circling the nipple as he did a pretty good job of sucking up the mess. Only then did he address the nipple and the surrounding areola, assaulting it with a vigorous sucking and tongue action that leaves me squirming in heightened pleasure against him, smearing chocolate against his chest.

He repeated the action on the left breast, circling around the orb before attacking the nipple; except this time I came with almost the first contact on the nipple; pushing my hips against his chest as he knelt in front of me almost trying to rub my crotch against it as I groaned in pleasure. Unlike he does with my clit, Adam was unrelenting in continuing to stimulate my nipple; prolonging the orgasm as I writhed against him. Only when he’d cleansed it did he stop.

It was my first ever nipple aldatma porno orgasm. I’d read about them, but until today didn’t think they were for me.

Deep in the recesses of my mind I had this uncomfortable feeling that I’d entered into some Faustian Bargain. Sex before Adam had always been a my turn, his turn, process in terms of orgasms; or sometimes just his turn. We might have another session; but it was just that, dependent upon his refractory period; and that’s all I thought sex could ever be. Now with Adam it was like sex was one long orgasmic experience; one following the other in a constant stream. It was fantastic, but what was the price I would have to pay?

In a way, my soul was the key to the bargain. Adam had certainly captured it- completely – as I think I had captured his. We just seemed made for each other. Time spent with him always seemed to have me in this constant low level state of arousal; an almost uncomfortable state of fullness and desire just waiting to be unleashed. Even after we’d just had fantastic, exhausting, multi-orgasmic, sex, I’d be trying to get to sleep already feeling randy and with a major ladyboner just from lying next to him.

Insatiable? I thought it was another silly erotic writing fantasy. Now I felt it; only the most torrid, sex capable of supressing my sense of need for just the shortest time.

The price would be paid if we ever broke up. I knew I’d be devastated; entering into a world of hurt I couldn’t and didn’t want to contemplate.

Momentarily distracted and only just over my nipple orgasm, I didn’t notice Adam had moved lower until I felt him sucking the chocolate from the corner of my bikini pants lying in the hollow of my hips, just before the string tie. I looked down and maybe for the first time noticed the previously blue material was now entirely chocolate brown; as for that matter was my hip itself.

Adam worked across, slurping up the larger globs of chocolate until he reached the turn of my mons. There he took the whole quarter circle of it into his mouth, thrusting his tongue aggressively into my crease, spreading the lips wide as he licked vigorously. Quickly finding my engorged bud, he sucked it, bikini pants and all, between his lips, flicking it with his tongue. Immediately I was squirming and moaning, pushing my hips towards him as I felt myself on the verge of another orgasm.

Sensing that, Adam increased the stimulation, getting the reaction he sought as I cried out and came again, nearly knocking him overboard with the forward thrust of my hips. Quickly recovering, Adam buried his head back in my crotch even as I continued to squirm in my orgasm, leaving alone for the moment a bud too sensitive for his touch as he licked down deeper into the core of my womanhood. There, pushing his tongue, bikini pants and all, deeply into me, I had no doubt the chocolate he tasted was heavily tainted with the flood of my own body’s honey permeating the material.

Then he was back against my bud, quickly bringing me to another orgasm.

As I writhed against him, his body rose up against mine, his pants around his ankle, his manhood tall and hardened. In a flash he’d undone the tie side of my bikini pants, discarding them next to the mast. With his hand guiding it, he thrust it directly into my womanhood even before my orgasm had finished, finding me wet and ready for him.

Uninhibitedly unleashing his own passion, he took me; hard and fast, his body jerking against mine.

Vaginal orgasms? Not me, not before anyway. I needed my clit stimulated in the process to make it work. Not this time. I don’t know what he was hitting, and I don’t know why. I don’t know where the stimulation was based, but as I hung there, as he hammered away at me I came; orgasm almost immediately following orgasm for whatever time it took for him to find his own powerful release.

And then, maybe for the longest moment since this whole game had started, we were still. We stood there, his arms wrapped around me, his manhood still filling me, our bodies pressed together, his head alongside mine. With my arms still tied to the spinnaker pole above my head, I was his plaything.

He brought his lips around to mine where our tongues wrestled before exploring deeply into each other’s mouths. Long blissful moments of passionate kissing followed.

Eventually I felt him soften and he withdrew.

With our hips still together, he bent his upper body into a s bend to kiss down my neck, cleaning up splatters of chocolate as he went, before lifting the orb of my right breast with his hands and kissing and licking it again. He continued to lick up the residual chocolate while his lips showed an endless fascination with its flesh; now kissing the nipple, now kissing the top of it, now burying himself in the cleavage between my breasts as he sought out splatters there.

Finally he took its hardened nipple into his mouth and started twirling around with his tongue as I laid my head back and moaned a gentle moan of pleasure. It was then I was touched by it. He’d gone through the refractory process and his hardness had returned, the tip touching in the line of my crease. It surged; pushed backward as it sought out my warm wet void. It loitered there, penetrating slightly to keep it in place.

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