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It didn’t take long for my email to overflow with people asking for more of our stories. I happened to have less school-work than I anticipated. So, as promised, here is another night we had almost a year after my last story (my addiction to foursomes).

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I woke at 3am this particular morning to my boyfriends bugging me about something they want to try. I wasn’t exactly stoked to be up at this hour, as we just had particularly exhausting sex. But as there are three of them and only one of me, it is easier to give them the small battles. They wanted to have one of our foursomes on the beach. Now obviously I’m no prude; I had been having regular foursomes for almost a year at this point, and a couple times with even more people (stories for later ;)). But I wasn’t sure I was ready to get gangbanged in public. After all, people don’t know what we have; it could make me look like a slut, or even worse than that; make them look like they are raping some poor girl on the beach. Even though I am in great shape; 6 foot tall and have a slender runners body, my boys are all taller than me and ripped. It could very easily be interpreted the wrong way. But we know a pretty secluded spot near us, and as I said, they can be difficult to talk down when they get excited. They’re like six year olds.

So beach day came and we headed out around sunset. We messed around swimming a little, waiting for people to go home. As the last person left, they gathered around me and started tugging at my suit. My top fell quickly, so I reached out to Red and Chris’ pants and I yanked them down. I turned to Andy just as he pulled the string on my bottoms. They fell to the ground right before I was able to drop his pants.

They were all already hard (as per usual). I grabbed Andy and Chris, dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around Red. I could hear cars in the parking lot leaving and vague sounds of voices. I was nervous. I had never been nude altyazılı porno in public, and never expected to be nude in public with three naked men. But I pressed on. I’m always very proud of myself when I fit Red all the way down my throat. He is 11 inches long and very thick. Because of my competitive nature, I spend a lot of time fighting him down. Chris notices this and tends to move on. He moved around behind me and pulled me up by my hips. As he slid himself into me, I found it easier to deep throat Red. Now he could essentially hump my mouth.

After a few minutes, I decided I couldn’t get over my nerves so I stood up and headed for our blanket. My nerves eased after I laid down. Unfortunately they all know I cant resist being romanced the old fashion way. Red kissed me sweetly while Andy and Chris massaged my feet. After a minute or so I reached down and began stroking Red. Andy and Chris noticed I was back in, and they moved up.

I felt Andy working fingers inside me. I reached over to Chris and began stroking him too. After a few moments Andy slid his whole hand in. This sent me over the edge. I caved in. I pushed Red off me, grabbed Andy and pulled him under me. As I straddled him, he slid right in. I grabbed Chris’ member and pulled it to my mouth. Red found his way to my butt and pushed his way in. Though I was used to this by now and even sometimes having two of them share my butt at once, we had forgotten the lube so he was driving himself inside me dry. He pulled out and spat on it, and re-entered. It was a little better, but it still hurt.

So there I was, in plain sight from the road and just a short walk from the parking lot hid near some trees, taking my boys doggy style. Red came quickly and switched with Chris. Red was nice enough to pull out and cum on my butt instead of in it. So as Chris pushed in he was fully lubricated. Now there was nothing but pleasure. I was quickly falling out of touch zenci porno with the world around me and honing in on sex. Though I don’t know any other sex aside from foursomes, I still feel what we have is the best. The feeling of three men’s full attention is nearly unbeatable. We seem to reach this rhythm; The two below thrust forward at the same time pushing me deeper on the one in front of me. I could feel my orgasm coming. As I Moaned through Red’s member, the boys realized I was close and picked up the pace. They began to trust harder, faster, and deeper. I peaked. I let out a scream as my cum ran down the inside of my thighs. We had our fun and now I wanted a change.

Because there are three of them, the positions we can use are limited. But I so desperately wanted to try sex standing up that I was willing to leave one guy out. I stood up and pulled Red to his feet. I put one leg on his shoulder, grabbed him and jammed myself against him. Andy caught on and came up behind me to insert himself in my butt.

This went on for a few minutes. It was amazing. Even though I was in a standing split, my legs weren’t spread so I was tighter than usual. I hadn’t strained having sex with my boys in months, so I was enjoying my new found pain. But I saw Chris standing by himself jacking off and I felt bad.

I pulled my leg off Red’s shoulder and pulled Andy out. I held one leg out to the side and told Chris to come up behind me to hold it. Then I told Andy to get ready to catch my other. I jumped up and he caught me in a split. I instructed them to both insert in my butt, and Red to go back to where he was. My plan worked slightly. They were un-coordinated back there and fell out from time to time, but I was still so turned on that it didn’t matter. They really couldn’t even push in and out, they just kind of sat in there. And every time Red pushed deep inside me, one of the two behind me fell out because aldatma porno of the odd angle they were at. Though I love the feeling of one orifice being shared by two guys this position wasn’t really doing it.

They put up with my new position for a couple minutes; but Chris and Andy’s arms were getting tired, so they set me down. My boys are a big fan of bukkake. Since they had been so good, I decided I’d suck them all to finish the night. They gathered around me and I went to work. Alternating blowing and stroking all of them. Red was the only one to cum so far, so I knew I’d get at least two decent loads. After a few minutes, Chris came just as I was about to pull off of him. His whole load shot into my mouth. It was delicious. I licked him clean and focused on the other two. I was blowing Red and stroking Andy when all of a sudden, Andy shot all over the left side of my face. I quickly switched and sucked him hard. He shot a few more loads and pulled out. Again I licked him clean and turned to Red. I wasn’t sure whether or not he would even produce any cum. He had already cum an hour or so ago but I didn’t get to see how much. I spent a good few minutes deep throating him, and pulled out occasionally to catch my breath. I was stroking him vigorously. My arms were getting sore and was worried about getting caught again. I was just to go back down when he exploded on my face; then another shot on my chest, and another. I was shocked! I had never seen so much. I jammed it in my mouth and began working again. After two more loads in my mouth and he was done. I licked what I could off of my cheeks, then used my hands to gather the rest.

After I licked my hands clean and finished cleaning Red, we all jumped in the ocean to do some skinny dipping. Just as were about to get dressed to leave, a group of high school boys walked passed. I was so embarrassed. I was trying not to make eye contact, but I could feel them staring me down. Luckily my boyfriends are pretty big guys, and pretty ripped, so they kept walking and didn’t say a word.

We made an otherwise clean getaway from the beach. In spite of my nerves I genuinely enjoyed myself. I wasn’t too keen on trying it again, but I was glad I tried it.

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For several months now I had been fixated by the woman on the bus, always the same bus, there was only one every half hour. I had first noticed her smart business-like appearance, she always had a very expensive looking suit on. By now, I had counted somewhere around fifteen different suits, or combinations. She always had tights or stockings with gorgeous high heel shoes. I knew she sometimes wore stockings because I saw the top of one when she was in the middle of rising from her seat and the bus gave a sudden lurch, she had been thrown back to the seat, a little untidily, and there was that glimpse.

Her bearing seemed to radiate disdain for her fellow travellers, or maybe, it was just total indifference.

I had studied her so closely, I couldn’t believe at times that she hadn’t been aware of my scrutiny, but she never showed any sign that she had.

I guessed her to be, probably, eight to ten years older than my twenty. I was a fairly confident person, but I reckoned that she left me standing. At times she almost looked haughty, although, I felt that was a bit unfair of me.

I envied her beauty, her sense of style, her bearing, well, everything really.

To this point, I hadn’t had, not even the vaguest, sexual thought about her, it’s not what it was about, it was simply fascination.

Then came a day, when I was stood right next to her, with the bus filled to capacity. The first thing I became aware of, was her perfume, not powerful, just subtly beautiful and obviously very expensive. I wished I knew what it was.

Several times, I was pushed against her, not much more than a touch, but enough to give me a false sense of intimacy with her. She, however, showed not the slightest sign of noticing.

A few days later, I found myself stood next to where she was seated. She was reading some brochure or other held in one hand, the other hand holding the side of the seat in front, steadying herself.

A rather large guy wanted to squeeze passed me, so I inched forward a little but still, he pushed me further, the bus was as usual, packed. Suddenly, I became aware that the front of my skirt was pressed against the knuckles of her hand. My natural reaction was to try and move back but I found that I couldn’t, the guy doing the squeezing by, was simply too big. I fact, my crotch was now pressed quite hard to the hand, with no immediate escape.

Then he was passed and I could move away from the touch. I glanced at her, but just, as usual, there was no indication that she’d even noticed.

I, however, felt myself flush, the contact had been electric and I realised that it had excited me. I felt disgusted with myself for such feelings.

The woman’s voice, shook me from my thoughts, “Excuse me, would you mind, I need to get out,” a hand lightly touched my arm. It was her.

I tried to make enough space for her as I could but it hadn’t really been enough, her arm was pressing on my breasts as she manoeuvred by, then she was gone.

My nipples tingled in response to the touch, I could feel them stiffening and I was horrified, feeling them clearly pressing at my front. I quickly sat in the now vacant seat, as I pulled my cardigan across my front. I self consciously looked to see whether anyone else had been aware of my frontal display. No one was, but had I seen the woman glance back at me as she got to the front of the bus? There was now a definite tingle between my legs, I felt close to tears with embarrassment.

Further journeys followed with her invariably some distance from me. She showed not the slightest awareness of me. Until one day, I had taken a vacated seat. The driver had shouted for people to, “Move along the bus please”, as they do, and there she was, stood beside me, our positions reversed from the previous similar encounter.

On the same stretch of twisty road where she’d had to hang on, I had to do the same. Her backside bumped against my hand, then was gone. It was repeated once or twice more. I was staring at her ass, thinking what a beautiful shape it was. As I looked, her body turned around, and exactly as had happened to me, someone wanted by.

My eyes were glued to my hand, strange thoughts going through my mind. Would her front touch me? I realised with a shock that it was what I was waiting for. Then it did, again just a brief bump, seconds later though, it was repeated but seemed to press against my knuckles for longer. This happened several more times until the bus hit a bad bump and I felt her crotch grinding on my hand.

I dragged my eyes away, trying to sneak a look at her face. She was looking toward the front of the bus. Then I saw her as she reached for the ‘stop’ button. My hand went between her legs as she stretched, I could actually feel the heat. Then she was gone.

I found that day a struggle, my thoughts simply kept returning to the bus ride, how close her pussy had been to my hand, only separated by the material of her clothes. Each time my thoughts dwelt on it, I would feel my face get hot and my panties were definitely getting Casibom wet, I found myself pressing my fingers down between my legs.

Finally, I gave in, I rushed to the washroom, thank God it was empty, then I was sat with my panties around my ankles, furiously rubbing my clit. It must have been the quickest orgasm that I’ve ever had, my body had needed the release but it didn’t take away the tension within me.

My thoughts for this woman had now changed. I craved for her touch. I sat there for ages with my eyes closed, dreaming of her body against mine, even of her undressing me and then to touch me. All this time, I had been unconsciously playing with my clit again. I felt another orgasm building up, I squeezed my eyes tight, trying to imagine it was her wanking me, and I reached my other hand under, to force my fingers up my pussy. I almost fell off the toilet seat, as I climaxed, it was shattering this time, mind-blowingly intense.

Some days later I was waiting for the bus, I now carried my coat, the rain had cleared and it was now quite warm.

When I had got on, I saw her standing further along the bus but she didn’t look my way.

There was a vacant window seat, I excused myself to the guy sat next to it and squeezed in. It was a couple of stops later when he stood to leave. Suddenly, she was there beside me. My heart skipped and I knew I was flushing deep red, I just couldn’t help it.

It was barely a moment later when I felt her hand press against the outside of my thigh. I went rigid with shock, I couldn’t move, even had I wanted to.

Her hand was hidden by the coat laid over my lap. Her eyes gazed down the bus as if everything were normal. But they weren’t!

Her fingers caressed along my leg, sometimes gently squeezing. My hands were clenched together on top of my coat, I could see the knuckles turning white.

The hand was on top of my leg, I felt her grip my skirt and then it was sliding up my legs. Her hand went beneath the hem and she was pushing my legs apart before her hand was gliding between my thighs. The touch of her on my bare skin sent shivers through my body, her hand continued until I felt her fingers at the front of my panties. They pressed, hard into my pussy.

I heard her voice, just a whisper, “You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?”

I didn’t want to, but I croaked a soft sigh of, “Yes.”

She was rubbing hard at my clit, as I tried desperately to sit still in my seat.

“My stops coming in a minute, I won’t be able to finish you, but I’m going to give you my card, will you ring me?”

“Yes, I will, as soon as I get to work.”

She took a card from a wallet she’d had in her suit jacket, “You will ring?”

“Yes, I promise.” I looked at the card and saw that her name was Angelica Davis, her job title astonished me, but then again, it did fit her image, she was Operations Director.

When I got to my work desk, I was the only one there. There are normally only three of us in my room. Of course, I thought, Beth was away on a course for a couple of days and Tim was on holiday. An ideal opportunity to phone Angelica right away.

I waited nervously while the phone rang, then a strange voice answered, “Good morning, Ms Davis’ office, how may I help?”

Of course, I was thrown, I didn’t know what to answer as I hadn’t told Angelica my name. “Oh, er, she’s expecting a call from me, Jenny Peters.”

“Ah, are you her travelling companion?”

That was easy, “Yes, that’s me.”

Seconds later, a more familiar voice came on, “You called then, your name’s Jenny, my secretary tells me. I did hope you would, I was a little worried that I might have pushed you a little too quickly on the bus, did I?”

“No, you didn’t. I know I was nervous, but I’ve been dreaming about you for ages.”

“And what do you dream about me, Jenny, please don’t be shy with me, I think we can say that we’ve passed that point, don’t you?”

But I did feel shy, I’ve never spoken to anyone about this sort of thing, and I really didn’t expect it to be a woman if I did. “I, well, I think about you touching me.”

“How do you mean, touching you, Jenny? And do you do anything about it when you think of me?”

“After you rubbed against my hand that day, I had a terrible day at work, I kept thinking of your front rubbing my hand and I got very hot and bothered, I had to go to the washroom.”

“Yes, that was a nice feeling your knuckles rubbing into my pussy. So come on, finish telling me what you did.”

“I was so wet and tingly, I had to go and play with myself and while I did, I pretended it was you doing it to me.”

“And?”

“I had two orgasms in a few minutes. And then today when you touched me, I was so close again, if there had been one more stop I would have cum.”

“Do you want to know what I’m doing now, Jenny, just listening to your voice and your little story? I have my skirt pulled up and my panties are around my ankles, my fingers are in my pussy and I’m wanking myself. Are you alone, Casibom Giriş can you join me?”

I hitched my skirt, then pushed the crotch of my soaking wet panties aside. My fingers dived on my clit, “I’m playing with my clit now, Angelica, I do so love your name.”

“I wish that was me playing with you right now, Jenny, can I kiss your little clit for you?”

“Oh, yes please, I wish you would, and will you put some fingers inside my pussy and wank me?” So, I pushed three fingers as deep as I could inside myself, “Angelica, you’ve got three fingers inside me now, it feels so nice.”

“Fuck!” Jenny, I’m going to cum, are you ready to cum for me yet?” Her words shocked me, they didn’t fit her image at all.

I couldn’t answer properly, I was already there, my climax was building fast, “Ohhhhhh, I, oh shiiiiiiit!” I stammered as it hit me

I could hear Angelica moaning and saying, “That’s it, cum for me baby.”

Then I was soaked, “Oh fuck!”

“What’s the matter, baby? Tell me.”

“I think I just peed myself, the floors soaked. You made me cum so hard, I’ve got to clean up before someone comes,” then I giggled, realising what I had said.

“Jenny, can you get an afternoon off, or maybe an extended lunch break?”

“I’ll see what I can do and then ring you, is that okay?”

“Yes, I want to see you today, in fact, I must see you today. Do your best, my little lover. Thanks for making me cum by the way. Oh, and keep thinking about my pussy that’s waiting just for you.”

I could have swooned, I was over the moon, all my dreams were coming true.

I couldn’t wait for lunch time to come around, the clock hands didn’t seem to move. My boss had been quite happy for me to take the afternoon off, there was nothing very much going on.

I rang Angelica’s work, the secretary said she was in a meeting but had been expecting me to call. She asked me what time I would be available and what my work address was, explaining that a car would pick me up out front. It seemed an afterthought when she asked what I liked to drink

Wow! I thought, little me being picked up by a company car, that’ll give them something to talk about around the office.

My chauffeur driven car dropped me outside the facade of the huge building, the driver opened my door for me before I had time to do it myself, he pointed the main entrance, “The desk will be expecting you, Miss Peters.”

The lift took me to the eleventh floor, I’d never been so high before. The door open to an incredibly expensive looking reception area, A smart older lady sat at a desk. “You must be Jenny,” she said, “Angelica wasn’t wrong, you are very pretty,” she continued, giving me an appreciative look. There was a twinkle in her eye when I blushed. She beckoned me to follow her and led me into an office, the like of which I’ve never seen. A huge antique desk dominated one part of the room, various folders neatly stacked on it.

The other half of the room had two massive brown leather sofas, a beautiful large glass low table between them. There were a few other pieces of furniture dotted about.

Two glasses and a bottle of white wine in an ice bucket were on the table, next to them was a tray of chocolates.

“Angelica asked me to apologise, she won’t be very long. Help yourself to some wine and make yourself comfortable, you won’t be disturbed by anyone.”

I poured myself a glass, it was absolutely delicious, never have I tasted anything like it, I bet it was expensive. I studied the label, I’d never heard of it, quickly I jotted it down in my notebook, ‘Pernand Vergelesses Premier Cru 2015’. I knew it was a Burgundy, it said so on the back, but other than that, it meant nothing, except I loved it.

I had only just sat on the sofa, when Angelica walked in, “Hello, Jenny, my love, sorry I kept you, something came up I needed to deal with, but now I’m free, there’ll be no calls for at least the next couple of hours. Oh, I see you have some wine, I hope you like it?”

“It’s incredible, you’re spoiling me, it must cost a bomb.”

“It’s what I have for special visitors and you’re certainly that,” Angelica told me.

I knew I was blushing again, she seemed to make me do that a lot, but I did feel pleased.

She poured herself a glass then came and sat beside me, she chinked her glass to mine and said, “Here’s to us,” then she took a sip.

She took my glass from me and placed them both on the table. Her hands took hold of my own, her knee touching mine, as she studied my face. “You’re beautiful you know, now, will you kiss me please?” As she pulled me towards her.

Now remember that I’ve never been kissed by a woman, I didn’t know what to expect and I felt extremely nervous, but I watched her lips as they came close to mine.

Her lips were so soft, so gentle as they feathered mine, I looked up at her eyes, she was still watching me. She whispered to me, “Let yourself go, my love, don’t be afraid, you want to love me, I can see it in your eyes, and I so want to love Casibom Güncel Giriş you.”

Then she kissed me properly, I felt myself sink into her arms. The kiss seemed to last forever, I was in Heaven, at last, this woman was touching me, I never wanted the kiss to end. Her tongue teased my lips, I opened to her and her tongue came into my mouth, searching for my own, they danced together, round and round they twirled, I felt myself shiver, even though the room was warm.

She pressed me back, to lay on the sofa, as her hand cupped my breast. I heard myself moaning softly from deep in my throat as she caressed and squeezed my breast, I stroked along her arm to her hand and then pressed it harder to me. “Angelica, please love me, I’ve been yearning for this moment, I’m not afraid anymore, tell me what to do, what you want.”

She broke from our kiss, pushing up a little, “I want to see you, may I?” As she reached for the buttons of my blouse. Slowly she undid them from the top first, she spread the blouse wider as she went, gradually exposing my bra. The thought crossed my mind, thank God I had one of my really pretty ones on today.

“Beautiful!” Was all she said. Then she pulled me up so she could pull my blouse off, “A front fastener, how convenient,” she said and snapped my bra apart.

Her head dropped to my breasts, I felt her hot breath before her lips fastened around a nipple. It didn’t get bigger, it couldn’t, my nipples were both, already larger and harder than I had known before.

Her tongue circled around and then I felt her teeth nip and pull, I gasped aloud, then I heard her say, “You like that, mmm, so do I.”

She came back up to kiss me, as I felt her hands at my waist, they were unfastening my skirt. She sat up and slid away from me, as her hands took hold of my skirt and panties at the same time, then she eased them down, with her eyes fastened on my body as more and more was uncovered.

I lifted my hips to ease the way, then they were off. I lay still as her gaze feasted, she was smiling. A hand came to caress my stomach, her fingers tracing in circles as she teased. “No hair,” I just heard her whisper.

Her face leaned down to my mound and her lips kissed, her fingers now very lightly tracing over the lips to my pussy, I could barely feel them, but it was enough to make me clench.

Her lips followed her fingers down, “You smell divine, my love, I knew you would.”

Her tongue probed, and I jerked hard, as she then delved between my lips, it was bliss.

My hands were at my breasts and I tweaked and pulled on my nipples.

Fingers were now easing inside me, feeling me, caressing my inside, it was so gentle and loving.

I almost shouted when her lips enfolded my clit. She had pulled one of my legs off the sofa and now knelt between my thighs. Her mouth continued to work at my clit, sucking, nibbling, and kissing. I could feel my body responding, it was reaching for a climax.

She felt my urgency, “Cum for me baby, let it go.”

I convulsed violently, my hips thrusting to meet her, then I was on a wave, the orgasm driving me wild, I could hear the strange noises I was making, I didn’t care, this woman was taking me somewhere I’d never been before.

She was stroking my face, gentle kisses on my lips, “Did you like that little one?”

I grabbed her face and pulled her lips hard to mine, and I kissed her harder than I knew I could. A kiss built of passion and the love I knew I felt for her.

“Wow,” she said, “that was some kiss.”

She reached for our wine and passed me mine, I gulped a mouthful even though I knew it was wrong. I needed it.

“Will you undress for me now please, Angelica?”

She stood, pulling me up with her, “No, you undress me.”

I smiled and ran my hands over her, feeling her shape, her shoulder, the bulge of her breasts and her hips. I pressed a little between her legs as she spread them wider.

I unbuttoned her jacket, folding it carefully, to place on the table. Then I felt the outline of her breasts, squeezing through the material. I leaned and kissed her throat, as my fingers worked on her blouse. then I was kissing the top of her breasts, I was now desperate to see them. I lost my will to go slowly and snatched her blouse off her shoulders to let it fall behind. She saw my need, so she reached behind to undo her bra, easing the straps from her shoulders until it fell away.

I gazed in awe at the beauty of her breasts, I hadn’t seen another woman’s before, I was dumbstruck, I just stared. Finally, she reached and pulled my head to her, I opened my mouth to take a nipple between my lips, it felt so good, I could’ve sucked forever.

Her hands took hold of mine, guiding them to her skirt top, I found the button and then the zipper, and eased it down over her ass. I pushed the back of her skirt down as she gave a wiggle, then it was in a heap at her ankles. She stepped out from it, then pulling me with her, she walked backwards to her desk. Her bum rested against it as she spread her legs wider. Her hands guided my head to her stomach, I took the hint, planting kisses everywhere. My fingers lowered the top of her panties, my mouth following. I came to a tiny triangle of hair and I paused for my tongue to trickle through it.

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Christmas and Siblings Try to Get Leroy & Mom to Reconcile

Dave woke up early on Christmas Day, he and Leroy had turned in the middle of the night. They had gone to bed with Leroy spooning Dave, but Dave woke with his head on Leroy’s chest. He loves the feel of Leroy’s chest hair under him and loves that Leroy doesn’t believe in waxing or shaving. Leroy will trim his bush, but other than that, he always says he was born with this hair that he will die with it.

Dave himself is almost nearly hairless, he had the treasure trail down the stomach to his pubic region along with a trimmed bush. Of course a little ass fuzz but other than the hair under the arms, he doesn’t have much other.

Dave could tell Leroy was knocked out and there was no movement out of him. Leroy was still breathing deeply, but Dave was going to change that.

Dave smiled, gently rolled away from Leroy and crawled under the covers. Dave loves when he can wake Leroy this way. He would do it every morning if Dave could but to wake before Leroy all the time would get tiring. Dave knows Leroy would make it into a game to see who could get up before the other and the next thing, they would be getting up an hour after going to bed every night.

Dave chuckled at that thought but returned his attention to the object which made him crawl under the covers in the first place. He didn’t want to pick Leroy’s cock up too quickly, or it would cause Leroy to stir sooner, so he started licking it lightly. Leroy’s cock was soft and lying there, Leroy had his legs spread ever so slightly, and his nut sack was hanging down between his legs. Dave carefully raised them up so he could lick and suck them into his mouth, as soon as he took one of Leroy’s balls in, he could see Leroy’s cock rising to the occasion and heard a moan escaped Leroy’s lips.

Dave continued giving Leroy’s balls a tongue bath and then moved up to what he most desired. While cradling his balls in one hand, he gently pulls Leroy’s now hard cock away from his stomach and licked the head. Dave loved the taste of Leroy precum, hell Dave loves Leroy period. Dave sunk down on Leroy cock, he took as much in as possible before he would gag, he always had to work up to deep throating. He knew Leroy was awake now because Leroy’s hands came to rest on his head, but Leroy never pushed, he would let Dave do what he wanted.

“MMMMM, you know, I love when you do this.”

“Ah, hah.” Dave agreed around Leroy’s cock, it made it vibrate, which caused another moan to escape Leroy.

“Can I have yours?”

“Nope.” Dave pulled off and looked up a Leroy from under the blankets. “It’s all about you this morning.” Then he dove back down on his cock, he took it all in this time, no gagging. Dave knew what he was about to do would drive Leroy nuts, he started swallowing, which always massaged the head of his cock and felt so good to Leroy. When he did this, Leroy grabbed for hair, he had fists full of Dave’s hair in his hands.

“You’re going to make me blow.” As he pulled on his hair to pull Dave off.

Leroy’s cock popped out of Dave’s mouth with a popping sound, and Dave pulled the covers down so he could see Leroy. “Yeah, it’s was what I’d planned.” He grinned up at him, pulled Leroy’s hands from his hair, and began his assault. He swallowed again and caressed his balls in one hand and drove Leroy to the edge and then over it. Leroy grunted and became rigid as he spasm, volley after volley of cum shot from his cock into Dave’s eager mouth, he swallowed most of it saving a little to share with Leroy when he came up for his kiss.

Leroy loved the taste of himself in Dave’s mouth; they kissed until all the seed Dave had to share was gone. Leroy smiled and held Dave close to him. “Come on you, let’s get up for the day. Remember, I have to work in a few hours, so make me a wonderful Christmas breakfast, that should make up for waking you, so nicely.” Dave chuckled and jumped up quickly before Leroy could grab him and hold him down. Dave went to the bathroom and started the shower when Leroy walked by the bathroom naked to the kitchen he winked at Dave.

****

Christmas day was nothing special, Dave had to work his regular afternoon shift, so Leroy stayed home and cleaned up everything. He spent most of the evening cleaning up all the Christmas decorations in the other rooms.

It was nearing seven when Leroy decided to take the tree down since he knew he wouldn’t have much time later to do it. There was a knock on the door, which he was amazed he didn’t notice them step up on the porch since he was standing in the window working on the tree. He smiled and opened the door.

Sadie wrapped her arms around him and screamed Merry Christmas. Aaron and Bridget came in after Sadie, Bridget was carrying Tyler. “Merry Christmas, Leroy.” Aaron hugged Leroy. “I know Allison, Jeff and Pat are on their way. I don’t know if Chris and Jewels were able to slip out.”

“I don’t want you guys getting in trouble for coming and seeing me. I’m liseli porno a tough guy, you know.” He smiled.

“Yeah tough as a bear, but there is a soft side in there somewhere, or Dave wouldn’t love you,” Bridget responded. Everyone laughed. “Why are you taking the tree down today?”

“Well, Dave and I already celebrated last night, and I’ll be busy at the base for a while, so why not take it down.”

“Because it’s still Christmas, put those ornaments back on the tree and plug it in. Please.” Bridget commanded.

“Yes, Ma’am.” Leroy smiled and put the ornaments he was holding back on the tree and did what he was told, he plugged it back in, Leroy was glad he just started working on the tree, it was almost untouched. He turned to Aaron smiling, “Are you sure Bridget wasn’t a Drill Sergeant? Oh, but they wouldn’t say please.” Bridget hit Leroy on the arm, and they all laughed.

While they were sitting in the living room talking, all the other siblings showed up with their significant others. Chris and Jewels said they told their Mother, they had to run over to a friend’s house, and Jewels wanted Chris to drive her because she hates driving in the snow.

“How are Dad and Mom doing?” Leroy asked.

“Dad is Dad, you know he won’t cross Mom. He told me to tell you Merry Christmas, he loves you, and he will call you later. Mom, I know she is going to cave soon, she looked weepy last night after Sadie ran out to hug you. I also don’t think it helped Sadie had yelled at her.” Jewels responded.

“Sadie, why did you yell at Grandma?” Leroy asked.

“Because she won’t let you come home. I love you, Uncle Leroy.” She came and hugged and kissed him on the cheek.

“I love you too.” Then Mikey couldn’t be left out, so he ran over hugged, kissed, and told Leroy he loved him too. Everyone smiled.

Leroy looked over at Aaron and Bridget. “You are going to have a real spitfire on your hands when she gets older.”

“We already have a spitfire, she is going to be a hurricane when she is older,” Bridget responded, while everyone chuckled.

“Where’s Dave?” Jeff asked.

“Working, he may stop through on his dinner break.”

They all sat talking for a while, and Jewels phone started to ring. “Everyone, be quiet, it’s Mom.” She picked it up, and everyone shut up. Allison and Bridget had to grab Sadie and Mikey to cover their mouths, they were glad Tyler was sleeping. Leroy leaned over to her and whispered to go to his room to talk to her.

“Hi Mom, yeah I’m still over here at Lucy’s, Chris and I will be leaving soon. No Mom, I’m not lying to you. Why do you say that? No Mom, really I’m at Lucy’s. Okay, Mom, we’ll be heading home in a bit. Bye.”

“God, she is so worried we are all lying to her,” Chris responded.

“You are all, lying to her.” Leroy hated to point out the obvious.

Dave pulled up out front and smiled. He was happy everyone came over to spend some time with Leroy, he walked in, and everyone greeted him. Leroy told him his dinner was waiting for him in the fridge, and all Leroy had to do was warm it up. Leroy did, and Dave sat down with everyone in the living room. They talked for a little while before Aaron got a call. “Oh God, that was Dad, we all need to get out of here now. Mom just took off in the car, and Dad thinks she is on her way here, to see if Chris and Jewels were lying to her.”

Everyone said their goodbyes quickly, grabbed their kids, things, and left. Aaron got halfway down the block before he realized he forgot to give Dave and Leroy the present everyone had for them. He drove back up and ran in, gave it to Leroy, hugging him again and apologizing before leaving.

Dave looked over at Leroy, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re lying.”

“Yeah. I miss my family, but I don’t need them getting Mom upset.” Leroy had tears coming down his face, and he refused to look at Dave.

“Please look at me,” Dave asked, Leroy, looked over. “Hon, I’m sorry, I wish I could turn back time, and we weren’t in the same bed that morning.”

“It would’ve happened anyways, Dave. I knew she would’ve been the same way if we had come out to her. It was why I kept delaying it. Honey, I love you, and I never want to sleep in separate beds again. We did it to keep Chris from knowing in the beginning, and I hated not being able to hold you. I will be okay, it’s hard right now, because of the holidays, and you know how close my family used to be.”

“I know babe.” Dave felt horrible inside, he knew how close-knit Leroy’s family was, and how much them being caught by Sue has caused. “I’m sorry to do this but my time is up, I’ve got to get going. I dropped Terry off at his house before coming here.” Dave got up and kissed Leroy, went into the kitchen to drop off his plate, and left. As he was driving down the street, Sue passed him, she didn’t stop. She drove past Leroy’s to the next corner and turned.

Dave picked up his cell and called Aaron, to informed him mobil porno his Mother did drive by. Aaron asked how Leroy was holding up. Dave reported Leroy wasn’t doing the best, primarily because of the holidays. Aaron again apologized they couldn’t come over as much, and then they ended the call.

When Dave came home after midnight, every bit of Christmas was put away. He stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water before heading to the bedroom. Leroy had the nightstand light on but was asleep. Dave undress got in his side of the bed and snuggled up to Leroy which woke him.

“Hi.” Leroy smiled as he had his eyes barely open.

“You must be tired if you couldn’t stay awake till I came home, let’s turn the light out and go to bed, Babe.”

“Okay,” Leroy responded and turned the light out. Leroy turned over to face Dave and Dave put his arms around him, and Leroy fell back to sleep.

The next morning Leroy was still held by Dave, Leroy smiled and reached down and start stroking Dave’s cock. Dave released Leroy and rolled over to his back, he wasn’t really awake. So Leroy got on his knees and started sucking Dave’s cock. Dave woke up moaning and smiled because Leroy was getting him closer and closer to coming. “Oh God, Leroy, that feels great.” Leroy continued to suck and play with his balls, and then it became too much for Dave, and he thrust up into Leroy’s mouth and started coming. Leroy swallowed every drop. “Would you like me to help you out?”

“I would like to fuck you, Dave, but later,” Leroy responded as he laid his head on Dave’s chest, closed his eyes, gently caressed his chest and fell back to sleep, Dave smiled and fell back to sleep himself.

Later that morning, they heard the doorbell ringing. Both Dave and Leroy opened there eyes and were wondering who it was. “I will get up,” Dave said as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He grabbed up his sweats and a t-shirt and walked out of the room. Leroy laid there and started to doze again. Dave came back into the room a few minutes later to wake Leroy. “Hey, Hon, wake up.”

“Yeah.”

“Your Father is here.” Leroy jumped up, grabbed some clothes, and walked out to the living room.

“Dad, what’s up?”

“I wanted to see how you were doing. I’m sorry your Mother is still being stubborn, I figured she would’ve given in by now.”

“I’m doing okay, thanks for giving everyone the warning yesterday. Mom ended up driving by ten minutes after everyone left.”

“No problem. Aaron said he almost forgot to leave the present for you yesterday? Did you like it?”

“Honestly, Dad, I didn’t open it yet.”

“Why? It was from all of us.”

“I just didn’t feel like it. I’ll get it now and open it.” Leroy got up and left the room and came back with the box in his hands. He started to unwrap it and opened the box, inside was a wedding ring pattern quilt and on top of it was a picture of all of them and printed across the bottom was Leroy we all love you. Leroy was trying hard to hold his emotions in check.

“Your brothers and sisters wanted to know if you and Dave were free on Saturday night.”

“Yeah, we are, why?” As he looked over at Dave to confirm, Dave nodded his head.

“Your Mom and I are going to watch the grandkids, and they wanted to all come here if you don’t mind. Of course, your Mother doesn’t know where they are all going.”

“What do they have planned?”

“Nothing, they want to learn more about your relationship. Your brothers and sisters thought it would be better without the kids here.” Lee informed his Son.

“Okay, I guess.” Leroy looked a little wary.

Lee stayed for a while talking with Dave and Leroy then he took his leave. He hugged both of them before he left, telling Leroy he loved him.

Dave picked up the quilt, “This is handmade.”

“Yes, it is, my grandmother gave this to Allison when she turned sixteen.” Leroy smiled and turned and hugged Dave, he was trying hard to hold the waterworks back but was failing miserably.

****

The few days it took to get to the weekend felt like ages to Leroy, he was actually happy, he hadn’t been in a while. He didn’t care what his siblings were going to ask, he was glad they were coming over. He even called Aaron to see if he needed anything for them. Aaron had told him no, they were bringing everything they needed for the night.

All the siblings showed up at six and walked in carrying everything to have a Christmas dinner. All the wives or sisters sat up things in the kitchen so they could eat to their heart’s desire.

Then they all sat down in the family room. Leroy, with the help of his brothers, pulled some furniture from the living room so everyone would have a comfortable seat to sit in. He and Dave were sitting on the loveseat holding hands.

“Okay, Dad said, you all wanted to know some information, what is it?”

“Well, first, we wanted to know when you two fell in love?” Aaron was the spokesperson öğrenci porno of the group.

“For me, I’ve always loved Dave. I don’t remember not loving him. But because we were always told it was wrong, I didn’t act on anything. I thought Dave was straight because he kept dating girls. I just refused to date and dropped myself into my studies and football.”

“And what do you mean, by always,” Allison asked.

“Honestly, Allison, I don’t remember a time, from the day I met Dave, I didn’t love him. I know we were little kids, but he always had my heart.” Leroy responded.

Dave’s heart jumped, but not to let Leroy’s family see it, he chuckled. “I was a little slower, I loved Leroy but because I was going against society’s norms I was trying to resist, and I dated a lot of girls, and I mean a lot of girls. I joined football so I could be with Leroy, and I didn’t know Leroy felt the same way until his sixteenth birthday.”

“So, what happened that day, how did you tell him?” Allison asked.

Dave looked over to Leroy and smiled, then looked at Allison. “I was through trying to resist my feelings for Leroy. I asked if I could stay over. After everyone went to bed, we were sitting in the basement playing video games. I told him, I was probably going to kill our friendship, but I had to do this, I leaned over and kissed him. I was expecting Leroy to hit me, but he grabbed me and started kissing back. I’ll stop there.”

“No, we want to know everything,” Allison said.

“We made love that night or at least what we did was making love to us.” Leroy filled in. “I’m not going to give you details, I’ve never asked what you guys do with your girl or boyfriends, wives or husbands.”

“Okay, okay.” Aaron smiled. “So you two have officially been together since the age of sixteen?”

“Yes, until I joined the Marines at eighteen.”

“What happened?” Again it was Aaron who asked.

“I told Dave, I couldn’t do it anymore, and it was wrong. I told him I needed to leave for a while, to find myself, and this is why I joined the Marines. It wasn’t to toughen me up, I was already a hard ass.”

“Yeah, we know Leroy, a bear. As I told you a few days ago.” Bridget laughed.

“I thought maybe if I was in the military it would knock some sense in me. I would become straight. All it did was, make me want Dave even more. When I finished basic training, I found out he was getting married. As you know, I refused to come home for his wedding. Then after my year of training, I came home. We ran into one another, he asked if I would go somewhere and talk. We ended up at a motel, professing our love again to one another, but he was still married and had to find a way out of it.”

Dave then spoke up. “The night Leroy and I had together changed me. I was happier, and when I came home, Cindy knew something was up. She asked what was going on. I told her my best friend was back in town for a few days, Cindy asked who and I told her. She sat there dumbfounded for a few minutes and then told me, I was in love with him. I didn’t deny it. She told me I would say his name sometimes when we were making love and a lot when I was asleep.”

“So how much longer were you and Cindy together, and how could you marry her after getting out of the relationship with Leroy?” Jeff asked.

“Not long, she moved out that weekend. But Leroy was only home for another week before he was due back at his base. We spent as much time as possible together, then he left. How I could find someone after Leroy left me was easy and hard at the same time. I was devastated Leroy left me. I went to the clubs every night, it’s where I met Cindy, we started talking, and one thing led to another, and I asked her to marry me. I did it more because I wanted to hurt Leroy, but I was hurting myself and Cindy even more.”

“And then we were back in the same boat of when I originally left,” Leroy added.

“So, what did you two do?” Jewels asked.

“Because I was living in the barracks, saving all my money. When Dave and I had some time off at the same time, I paid for his plane ticket down to see me. We stayed a few towns away from the base together. We tried to do this at least once a month. Then I finally asked my Sergeant how I can get stationed at a certain base. He told me after living two years where they stationed me and doing one to two years of deployment, then I could request where I would like to be stationed. It wasn’t a guarantee, but I can request it and possibly get the base I wanted. I was already in two years so I asked when I could be deployed so I can put in my request. As you know, I was deployed for almost two years to Iraq and Afghanistan, when I came back, I requested this area, and as you know, I was assigned to a couple of bases in this area before my permanent assignment.”

“You bought this house right after you were assigned here,” Jeff responded.

“Yeah, it wasn’t like I could take Dave on base and make love to him there. So I bought a house. I didn’t want to be caught, it was a ‘Don’t ask, Don’t tell’ military, I knew everyone in my unit was straight, and I didn’t want to get beat. Even now, gay’s in the military is still a bad thing, but they are accepted a little better. Then Dave moves in, and it looked like two buddies living together.”

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“My husband’s idea of foreplay is coming out of the bathroom after his shower, shaking his cock at me and saying, “How ’bout it babe,” Roxanne laughed. “I swear that man would be happier if clothes had never been invented, he has his party piece out and proud at any opportunity.” Her friends were all laughing hysterically at this point.

“His party piece!” Elaine exclaimed, “That’s priceless.”

“Well it sure beats Peter Perfect and the gruesome twosome,” Beth gasped for air between fits of laughter.

“I’ll go get us another round of drinks,” Julia said and stood up to head to the bar. It wasn’t that she was a prude exactly but the ribald talk around the table made her uncomfortable. Each woman was around forty and had been friends with the others since college. They got together every three months or so, no matter what else was happening in their lives and had done for almost twenty years. These get togethers generally involved a gossip and bitch session about their lives including careers, homes, life in general and inevitably their sex lives.

She had always been the quieter member of their group, she wasn’t really sure how she actually became included with them in college. She was never part of the popular crowd growing up and had become more of a loner through high school, but these girls had just seemed to adopt her in college and she became part of their circle of friends without even trying.

She was that friend who was fixed up on blind dates because one of her prettier friends refused to go out with a guy unless they double dated by bringing someone for Julia. She was tall and big boned, which intimidated most guys. She was sporty and smart which meant that she did not really belong in any clique until she met the girls who became her lifelong friends. Having lunch at the cafeteria or in the quad, one or more would come and sit with her and talk about a class they had together. Within the first year of college the small initial group became this larger group of ten women.

During college she had been fixed up, made over and beautified in some way by each of the girls she called friends. It was years later though when working as an orthopaedic physiotherapist she began treating an injured football player for a repetitive muscle strain that she came into her own sense of self. Having a belief in homeopathic remedies in conjunction with therapy, the client recovered quickly with a stronger joint than he had enjoyed in months.

He invited her to games, then parties and eventually on more intimate dates. He was taller, broader and larger than she was in every way and he made her feel truly feminine for the first time in her life. She began to dress with more care and wear make up more often and used all those make over tools her friends had tried to teach her. She smiled thinking of him as she carried the pitchers of Margaritas back to the table.

Paula waved her over to the free seat beside her, it was a constant game of musical chairs when the girls got together. Pouring them both a drink Paula asked, “And how are you and that magnificently fine husband of yours?”

“We are wonderful, as always.” Julia blushed.

“And what did you have to promise to get away from home this weekend?” Paula grinned knowing Julia always had to promise her husband something in return for being left to his own devices for a weekend.

“His parents place for a week.” Julia made a face but grinned at Paula’s expression of mock outrage.

“Oh yeah, poor you having to deal with that island life for a whole week.” Paula teased.

“Oh like you can talk! What did you have to promise to get away from your brood of kids?” Julia laughed.

“I sent them to the in-laws for a week!” Paula laughed uproariously drawing looks from the other women who joined in the conversation. “You should try that next time,” Paula murmured to Julia, “We could spend a whole week catching up then.”

Julia looked at Paula with a smile and an imperceptible nod of her head, then listened to Roxanne laughing that her husband gave her extra spending money to make sure she went and left him to his marathon poker game he had planned with his mates. Julia has always felt a special closeness with Paula. She had been the first real friend Julia had made at college, they had remained in close contact after college and had each been the maid of honour at each other’s weddings.

“When are you going to his parents?” Paula asked.

“Oh not ’til the end of the month probably, he still needs to organise the time off from the store,” Julia laughed, “they’re always pretty busy this time of year.” Once he had retired football her husband, Cam, had bought into a sporting good franchise with his best friend and summer was always the busiest time of year for them.

“You should altyazılı porno get your mother to look after the little one for you and spend an extra few days with me after the weekend. I mean if Cam is going to be busy and probably working late anyway,” she poured them both another drink from the rapidly diminishing pitcher. “We used to be so close and we barely see each other anymore, what with the kids and everything.”

Julia got the idea that Paula needed a friend at that moment, looking into her eyes and taking her hand she asked seriously, “Is everything all right? You sound sort of strained.” Paula shook her head slightly and lifted her glass draining it. “I’ll ring mum in the morning and see what she says, okay?” Paula smiled and poured another drink.

As the night wore on the women got drunker and men came and went from their table as they tried their luck with one or more of them. Julia didn’t worry about not being approached by men anymore; she had found the man for her. Instead she laughed with the others as Roxanne, Elaine and Paula fended off the unwanted advances. The three women had become even more beautiful with age and Julia had no doubt that they turned heads everywhere they went in their everyday lives.

The women staggered home together in the small hours of the morning, to the house they had rented for the weekend. It was close to the campus of the college they all had once attended. The house was a large rambling building filled with pokey rooms used during the school year for student accommodation. With six bedrooms though and limited space for fold-out beds many of the women chose to share, having agreed to it earlier and being too drunk at this stage of the night to care.

Julia woke up as the sun streamed into the window from a height that told her it was late. Beside her in the bed lay the naked and beautiful Paula who had slung her arm and leg over Julia during the night, her head resting on her left breast. Trying to move as gently as possible she attempted to roll Paula off her but instead the sleeping Paula had held to her tighter and mumbled something incomprehensible.

“Paula, I have to get up,” she tried again and pried Paula’s arm from her body. Finally freeing herself she stood up from the bed and pulled on a long shirt over her underwear before padding out to the bathroom. While the other women had no problem parading around the house in their underwear Julia had residual body issues that made her self-conscious around them all. She wished it didn’t matter to her so much anymore. Cam had reassured her over and over again that he loved her body, but she always felt awkward even now, almost twenty years after their college days.

Heading back to the room to grab her phone, she looked at the naked form of her friend splayed out on the bed and blushed. She would never get used to seeing people naked. Even in her job with sportsmen and women of all ages she always made them wear a gown, or a sheet to cover them in some way as she gave them therapy. She had endured a highly repressive upbringing in a deeply religious household and that added to her own insecurities about how she looked, she understood why she had been labelled a prude by her friends. Anatomy class had almost killed her at college, she had been lucky to have had friends there with her to pull her through with their jokes and easy banter. Paula especially had helped her through those classes.

Julia picked up her bag and took a last look at her sleeping friend, she was still perfect aside of the slight sag of her breasts that came with age and motherhood and some fine pink healing stretch marks that spider webbed out from her hips across her slightly rounded belly.

“Enjoying the view?” Paula asked drowsily, barely opening her eyes and making Julia blush and look away quickly.

“I was just grabbing my phone, I was going to call Mum and Cam to see if they minded if I stayed a little longer,” she mumbled and exited the room hearing Paula’s soft laugh follow her. Still blushing she walked out onto the sunny back deck wishing she had thought to put her sunglasses on. Each woman she passed was in some form of disarray as they nursed hangovers and large mugs of coffee.

“It’s so quiet here in summer, I don’t think any of the houses around us are occupied,” Elaine said, “You could sunbathe topless and no one would see.”

“You could,” Roxanne said with a sly wink, “in fact I think I would like to see that.” Elaine pulled off her shirt with a laugh and reclined in the chair she was sitting in on the back deck. Roxanne followed suit and looked at Julia, “Come on Julia get your shirt off you know you want to,” she teased knowing full well that she never would. “I bet your tits are still awesome under that baggy shirt.”

“I think I will just find a quiet corner somewhere to make my call,” she gave an embarrassed giggle and walked back inside.

“You can use our room,” Elaine called after her.

“Thanks,” she said over her shoulder and went back upstairs berating herself for still mobil porno acting like a prude. She was married, she had a child, this shouldn’t bother her so much, but it did and she couldn’t help it.

*****

Julia and Paula stood on the front porch waving as the last of their friends left for home. It had been a great weekend but unused to so much drinking and partying anymore, Julia was tired. Her mother had been happy to spend the extra time with her grandson and Cam had said he was fine because he could get some extra stuff done at work and make it easier for them to get away at the end of the month. Paula had been beyond happy when Julia had told her she could stay a few extra days, and had said that she had hoped she would and had gone ahead and booked the house for the week.

“Let’s go grab some supplies,” Paula said enthusiastically, “I’ll even cook you dinner tonight if you like.”

“Yeah okay, just let me grab my purse and we can go,” Julia smiled.

“I drove down so we have wheels,” Paula called out, “I’ll meet you out the front.”

They had been walking through the shopping aisles talking about what they liked and buying treats they normally wouldn’t at home. They went past the laundry products and Julia gasped, “I just realised I haven’t brought enough clothes for the extra days maybe I should pick up a small box of laundry powder and do some hand washing tonight.”

“Or just wear nothing, I won’t mind,” Paula grinned.

“I can’t do that!” She exclaimed, “I’m not Roxanne with the perfect fake boobs and ass.” She stopped talking as Paula burst out laughing. “Well I never have been… you know…”

“Julia you are one of the most gorgeous women I know, why do you put yourself down so much?” Paula shook her head. “Fine, get your detergent and we’ll string up a line for you,” she tossed a couple of packages of soft thin nylon laundry line into the small trolley.

“I don’t think we’ll need that much,” Julia laughed and went to reach for the packages but Paula stopped her.

“I need some for home anyway and its two for one, see,” she pointed to the tag on the shelf. “Pegs I guess too,” she tossed a bag into the trolley, “now back to the food and drink situation.”

They picked up more food than they needed for a few days and stopped at the bottle shop to grab some wine and cocktail mixes. “If we get everything now we won’t have to go out again for the few days we are here, we can just hang out and relax.”

“Sure,” Julia agreed wondering yet again what was going on with her friend. “It will be good to catch up properly.”

They drove back to the house singing rock ballads with the windows wound down making the drivers of the passing cars look and snigger under their breath.

Returning to the house they put on more music from the decade of their wild years and headed into the kitchen to make a pitcher from the fruit tingle cocktail mix they had purchased and make a salad to go with some barbequed chicken they had brought for dinner later. Then they went out onto the back deck to watch the setting sun.

“So spill,” Julia said into the quiet of the twilight. “What’s going on with you?”

“I’ve been going through some changes in the last couple of years and I guess want different things to what I wanted back in college,” she paused to think about it for a minute and Julia watched her without commenting, just letting her say what she needed to. “That’s probably not strictly true,” she said thoughtfully. “It’s more like I have always known but never thought I could do or have the things I want, you know?”

“Yeah, I get that, in some ways” Julia agreed, “But I always thought you were so happy with Jett and the kids. I mean from the outside looking in you seem to have the life we all dreamed of having, rich, successful, two kids and a white picket fence. It was like you got everything you wanted in your life.”

“Yeah, I guess I did but I kept working wondering why it wasn’t making me happy, thinking if I just worked a bit harder, or did a bit more, it would all come together. It never did but I carried on and did the things I needed to do for those I loved,” she smiled, “I do love them in my own way, Jett and the kids. It was just never enough to make me feel complete.”

“Are you leaving Jett?” Julia asked, concern touching her voice.

“No, well I don’t think so, not right now anyway. He’s been every understanding. Actually he felt there was something missing from his life as well. We have become closer as a result of my soul searching and being honest with him. We will always love and care about each other,” she looked off into the distance, “he’s a good man. I’ve been lucky to have married one of my best friends.”

“You always seem just the same as always when we have our girl’s weekends,” Julia laughed, “I never would have guessed that there was anything wrong or different until you asked me to stay last night. Have you tried talking to any of the other girls?” Julia knew she was as worldly as the others and was not the one that sex izle people came to for advice about this sort of stuff.

“I haven’t really stayed as connected with anyone as much as I have with you,” she turned her head to look at Julia and reached out her hand grinning as the other woman took it. “You were always the best of us. The nicest and sweetest and most giving, I think you kept us all together through college. Whenever we had arguments there you were building bridges for us.” She laughed at the surprise on Julia’s face.

“Oh don’t give me that look, you were like Mary Poppins with that spoonful of sugar crap and always being so sweet, so prim and proper and genuinely caring,” she laughed and saw the fleeting look of embarrassment cross Julia’s face. “We loved you for that, all of us. You looked after us all and made sure we stayed… safe.” She squeezed Julia’s hand.

“You make it sound like I mattered, but I just tagged along with you guys. I was never in your league, you and Roxy and Elaine were… are so beautiful everyone wanted to be your friends, they still do. I was that girl that became cool by proximity. I was trying to remember last night how I got to tag along with you guys,” she laughed lightly.

“First year, first class, I sat behind you and then when you got up to leave I was like wow, she is gorgeous and smart, so I followed you out into the quad and when you sat down at a table I sat with you and introduced myself. Then I think Angie joined us and over that first term we sort of gathered the rest of the girls.” She considered for a moment, “I guess we started this group of ours but either way we’re all still together despite our differences.”

They had gotten to the bottom of the pitcher and as she drained her glass Paula asked, “More of this or will we have a glass of wine with some food?”

“Food sounds good,” she said, “I’m still so tired after last night.”

“Yeah it was great seeing everyone, the time just seems to fly by and I for one am tired of wasting it,” Paula walked into the kitchen and took the salad out of the refrigerator along with the barbecued chicken they had set aside for a light dinner. She opened a bottle of wine while Julia set the table for two.

They reminisced over their college days as they ate. They recounted the horrible blind dates that Julia had gone on with Paula and the crushing heart breaks and failures that had occurred in both their lives. Paula kept topping up Julia’s glass as they ate the light meal and by the time they had finished and cleaned up a little in the kitchen Julia was more than a little drunk and she let Paula help her into bed.

Laughing together Paula helped her undress, as she stumbled and fell onto the soft mattress. “I didn’t think I drank that much,” Julia slurred as Paula yanked off the jeans she had been wearing, taking her underwear with them.

“God, you are so beautiful,” Paula whispered, her fingers trailing up the naked legs of the object of her desire. “Just relax and let me look after you, beautiful,” she purred seductively. She slid up Julia’s body and murmured soft purring noises in her ear as she removed her bra.

Julia’s breathing had slowed and deepened as sleep over took her and Paula allowed her desire to come to the surface tracing the contours of the beautiful Amazon she had been in love with for forever. She smiled, the next few days were going to be wonderful she just had to slow down her own sense of urgency and bring Julia to the full understanding of what their relationship was about to become.

Reminding herself that there would be more than enough time to play, she stroked her hands over the amazing body of the woman she wanted to make her lover one last time and got up from the bed to do what needed to be done. She started by packing all the clothes they had each brought into the small luggage bags and took them to the room where she could lock the door from the outside.

Then she went from room to room removing all the linen and quilts from the beds. Finally she removed all but a few small hand towels in the bathroom and kitchen. Finally she took Julia’s phone from her bag and hid it where she could get to it for the daily phone calls home without unlocking the room containing their belongings.

This was never going to be an easy seduction for either of them but Paula was determined to show her prudish friend just how good sex could be, with the right partner of course. Julia had still been a virgin when she got married. Always so shy and insecure about her height and firm muscular build she had never believed boys truly wanted her, so when it came to the wedding night it was Paula as her maid of honour, that she had confided in. Over the years they had talked about sex often and Paula knew that Julia’s husband was a selfish lover who obviously had little to no idea about pleasing women.

She on the other hand knew a lot. She had spent the last few years indulging her secret desires discreetly. It was a far different world these days to when they were in college and far more accepting of sexual preference, but twenty years ago to be a lesbian was to be a dyke, a masculine woman with sort hair and hairy legs. Lipstick lesbians, which she identified with, were not seen let alone heard about in mainstream culture.

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Lana Mishima checked her watch again. She had already been waiting half an hour in front of the airport baggage claim and she was beginning to wonder if Kelly might actually be mad at her. The tall Japanese girl looked at her phone but found no new messages. She should have left earlier. She should have known.

Lana and Kelly Pierce had been friends since they met in the army. They were an unusual pair to say the least. Lana was tall and at 6’2 she towered over most of her female friends and was often mistaken for a beautiful young man as opposed to a handsome young woman. She wore her hair short and wore masculine clothes. In contrast Kelly was barely 5’1 but she wore high heels to make it less obvious. She was curvier then her friend with ample assets from both the front and the back. The black girl wore her hair down to the middle of her back when straightened and to her shoulders when curly. They always garnered stares when they went out together and even more when Kelly was feeling flirtatious. They had taken the black and yellow song as a sort of theme. Lana considered Kelly her best friend as well as her lover and she assumed that Kelly felt the same.

Truth be told Lana considered Kelly so much more than just her friend, though without some act from Kelly to show she felt the same she would not have so much as hint that was how she felt. Though more and more often Kelly got angry over her late arrivals or her lack of a phone call or text Lana hoped that she was reading it correctly. She hoped that she had made the right choice.

“Hey!”

Lana looked up and smiled as Kelly’s town car pulled up in front of her. The woman was Atlanta royalty and she often took advantage of the red carpet treatment. Kelly jumped out of the car surprising an old midwestern couple as she leaped into Lana’s arms. She planted her lips against the taller woman, hungrily kissing her. Lana wrapped her arms around Kelly, taking a firm grip of her ass which was very nearly bare as her dress rode up her back. They stayed embraced this way for a few seconds. The driver took Lana’s bag and put it in the trunk then waited by the car door, trying to hide his excitement at Kelly’s exposure.

Kelly pulled away from Lana’s mouth slowly and smiled.” Welcome back to hot ‘lanta.”

“That was quite a welcome. ” Lana said her voice husky with lust. Kelly shivered and pulled further away from the tall girl. She took Lana’s hand and pulled her into the car. “Nice to see you again George.”

“You too Miss Mishma.” The driver said closing the door behind his employer and her friend. He adjusted himself as he made the walk over to the driver’s side.

George slid into the driver’s seat and looked up into the rearview. Kelly was sitting with her legs open and Lana was nibbling on her collarbone while stroking her mound. George coughed.

“Where to ladies?” He said, watching as Lana slid the fabric of Kelly’s panties to the side and began rubbing against her hard clit.

“The Huntington, please George.” Lana said without looking at him. He certainly didn’t blame her.

Lana pulled down the front of Kelly’s dress, pushing the material down the smaller girl’s shoulder. Kelly moaned in anticipation enjoying the feeling of being possessed by her companion. Lana’s lips dipped from Kelly’s collarbone to her cinnamon brown nipples. Kelly moaned again as Lana’s tongue lashed her erect nubs and ran her fingers through her hair. Lana suckled and lashed at Kelly’s nipples forcefully. With her other hand she massaged Kelly’s clit as the darker woman’s hips rocked back and forth against her hand. Lana released Kelly’s now rosy nipple and dropped to her knees. She ripped the G-string from Kelly’s hips with a mischievous smile.

Before Kelly could protest, Lana’s lips devoured her clit eliciting a loud porno izle “Fuck!”

George glanced up at the rearview and had trouble dragging his eyes away from the wanton picture of his boss with her legs on her lover’s shoulders, one hand in her lover’s hair and the other attacking her breast.

Lana lashed at Kelly’s clit and then dipped her long tongue into her pussy. She replaced it quickly with two fingers, pumping in and out of her lover while she attacked her clit again. Kelly’s breaths became shallow and she thrust her hips against Lana’s hand and then her entire body locked up as she ejaculated into Lana’s waiting mouth. Kelly moaned as Lana slowed her fingers and lapped up the cum that flowed from Kelly’s pussy.

“You…fucker…”Kelly managed as she tried to regain her composure. Lana ignored her, kissing the inside of her thighs and slowly sitting back. Her wet face was stretched into a wide smile. Kelly felt her clit jump again.

“Did I do something wrong?” Lana said. She pulled herself up on the seat next to her friend.

“You know the rule about my lingerie.” Kelly said. She leaned over and began licking her own juices from her lover’s face.

“I’ll buy you more. In fact I bought you a few things already.” Lana said. She moaned as Kelly nibbled on her lip and her hands slid into Lana’s jacket to rub against the fabric above her own erect nipples.

“Why don’t you let me get your weekend started and you can tell me all about what you brought. ” Kelly whispered. Lana considered the offer but she had other plans.

“Not now baby. Just relax. We’ll be at the Huntington soon.” Lana said. She pulled Kelly into her lap and kissed her softly. Kelly leaned against Lana’s chest and closed her eyes.

It was another fifteen minutes before they arrived at the Huntington, a boutique hotel where they had spent many a night wrapped in each others arms. Kelly reached into her bag and handed Lana some hand wipes as they both straightened the clothes. George jumped out the car, being quick to adjust himself before opening the car door. Lana stepped out first and then helped Kelly behind her. She pulled the back of her dress down with a gentle squeeze as they went inside.

They were greeted by a tall blonde man. He looked Kelly up and down with an appreciative look. Lana raised an eyebrow.

“Welcome to the Huntington” The blonde said.

“Thank you. Reservation for Mishima.” Lana said handing him her ID and a VIP card.

The blonde looked over the reservation and then handed Lana her items back. “Welcome back Ms. Mishima. I see you’ve upgraded your reservation online to the Penthouse suite. Is that still correct?”

“You got us the penthouse?” Kelly said squeezing Lana’s arm.

“It’s a special occasion.” Lana said. “Yes, that’s still correct.”

“What kind of special occasion?” Kelly asked, wrinkling her forehead.

“Did you need help with your bags today?” The blonde asked. His eyes were on Kelly as she jumped up and down jiggling her large breasts.

“34E.” Lana said. The blonde looked at her and blushed. Lana smiled. “Want a better look?”

Before he could answer, Lana pushed the smaller girl against the counter and pulled down the front of her dress. The blonde’s eyes bugged out of his head as he stared at Kelly’s beautiful natural orbs. Kelly smiled brightly at him. Lana pulled the material back up but began to massage her friend’s breasts.

“Awesome.” The blonde said his eyes unable to look away.

“Can you have someone bring my bag up? The driver has it.” Lana said squeezing Kelly’s nipples and causing her to moan.

“Yyyyes.” The blonde said. He reached below the counter to adjust himself.

“Also I think I have a package that should be waiting for me.” Lana said never stopping her relentless attack of Kelly’s breasts. The small woman was grinding her hips against her companion. The blonde amatör porno reluctantly turned back to his computer. “Careful please you’ll get your juices all over the front of my pants.”

“Not my problem, you ripped my panties.” Kelly said still grinding.

“They weren’t covering much to begin with.” Lana said. She turned the brunette around and slipped her hand between her legs. “Did you even notice what I’m wearing?”

“Hunny, I clocked that cock from the second I saw you waiting for me.” Kelly said, reaching for the dildo that bulged from Lana’s suit.

“I…uh…we…have your package.” The blonde said. Lana and Kelly returned their attention to him. Though Lana never removed her fingers from the well of Kelly’s pussy.

“Excellent. Can you have that brought up as well?” Lana said with a smile. “Anything else sweetheart?”

“Champagne?” Kelly said pushing herself against Lana’s fingers.

“And Champagne. I think that will do it.” Lana said. She pulled her fingers free and held her juice covered hand out to the blonde. He leaned close and smelled her hand before handing her the key card. “Have a lovely day.”

“And you.” He said.

Lana wrapped an arm around Kelly’s waist and pulled her to the elevator. Once the door was closed behind them she pulled her close, softly kissing her lips and cheeks.

“I’m sorry. That was rude.” Lana whispered into Kelly’s eyelashes.

“What’s gotten into you? You’re not generally apologetic for publicly humiliating me.” Kelly said. She leaned against Lana’s chest, listening to her heart beat.

“I know. I’m sorry for that too. I…I wish I didn’t feel the need to show out.” Lana said.

“Me too.” Kelly whispered. Lana lifted her face and kissed her gently.

“I’m going to work on it. I promise.” Lana said.

The elevator stopped and they stepped out onto their floor. Lana opened the door and let Kelly go first. Kelly whistled at the large suite with a beautiful view of the Atlanta skyline. She moved into the bedroom where there was a large California king-sized four poster bed. The bathroom housed a large Jacuzzi tub and glass shower. Kelly came back into the main living space and hugged Lana tightly.

“It’s beautiful. What’s this special occasion?” Kelly said.

“I’ll tell you on Sunday at dinner.” Lana said.

“Sunday! What am I supposed to do till then?” Kelly said pouting her lips. Lana lifted her up and Kelly wrapped her legs around her body.

“I can think of a few things.” Lana said. Kelly giggled as their lips met and they kissed passionately.

Lana walked them into the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind her. She carried her companion to the bed and gently laid her on her back.

“Take your dress off or I’ll cut it off.” She said her voice full of hunger and lust.

Kelly sat up and pulled the dress over her head. Lana smiled to see the brunette’s breasts heaving unencumbered. Lana carefully removed her jacket, vest and shirt to reveal her small bare breasts. Kelly sighed happily and began twisting her own nipples. Lana removed her pants slowly, revealing her ten inch flesh colored dildo and her black leather harness. As more and more of the dildo became visible Kelly moved one of her hands to her pussy, pushing two fingers inside herself with anticipation.

When Lana’s pants reached her ankles she set them neatly with her other items and then returned to the bed. She climbed on top of Kelly, allowing the dildo to rest on her stomach while she kissed her softly on her forehead, then her eyes, nose and finally her lips. Lana pushed the girl’s hands free of her pussy and moved down to her breasts, she licked and sucked her nipple. Kelly moaned and whimpered eager to feel her lovers cock inside of her.

“Tell me what you want.” Lana whispered.

“I want you to fuck me. Please Lana. I’m begging you to fuck me baby.” anal porno Kelly said, fidgeting beneath Lana’s body, trying to align her pussy with the tip of the dildo.

“Do you want me to be gentle…and slow…” Lana asked blowing on Kelly’s nipples.

“Please Lan, please fuck me.” Kelly groaned.

“You have to tell me how you want it.” Lana teased.

“You know fuck, you know how I want it.”

“Say it. How would you like to be fucked?” Lana said. She dragged her fingers down Kelly’s breasts.

“Hard. Dear god. Fuck the shit out of me. Please Lan!” Kelly said desperation thick in her voice.

” Oh is that what you want?” Lana said with a smile.

Lana moved her hips until her cock was lined up with Kelly’s wet pussy. She slowly ran it up and down the girl’s slit causing a whimper from her companion. With no warning she thrust the full length of her cock into the other woman’s pussy. Kelly gasped as Lana aggressively pumped in and out of Kelly who began a slow progression of expletives. Lana slammed her hips hard into Kelly’s pelvis, slapping her clit. As Kelly’s moans and grunts became louder, Lana pulled out of her.

“Please don’t stop. Please, please, please.” Kelly said.

Lana grabbed Kelly’s ankle and pulled her to the end of the bed before slamming back inside of her pussy. She reached down through Kelly’s legged and slapped one of her large tits eliciting more pleasurable moans from her lover.

“Oh fuck…yes god. Please hit me again, please!” Kelly said. Lana obliged her slapping her other breast and then two more times on each breast. “Oh my god. Fuck Lan, I’m cumming don’t stop don’t stop.”

With a sadistic smile Lana pulled out and stepped away from her lover just before Kelly could complete her release. Kelly sat up and screamed in frustration. She crawled up the bed and grabbed a pillow, throwing it at Lana’s head.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something?” Lana said, catching the pillow in midair.

“You’re an asshole.” Kelly said sticking her tongue out.

“I just had this thought. We’re in this beautiful penthouse suite, we have that amazing balcony out there. Why shouldn’t everyone get to hear you?”

Kelly’s eyes brightened and she crawled off the bed and into Lana’s arms. Lana kissed her softly then led her out to the balcony. Lana sat down on a loveseat and spread her legs, pulling Kelly backwards onto her cock.

“Why don’t you go for a ride?” Lana said as Kelly lowered herself.

Kelly pulled herself up so her feet rested on the loveseat. She lifted herself up and then dropped herself hard onto the cock. She picked up speed and momentum as she began fucking herself again on the cock. She grunted and groaned as she worked herself closer to an orgasm. Lana watched with tender affection as her lover’s ass bounced in front of her face. As Kelly’s speed increased Lana began slapping her ass harder and harder eliciting pained shrieks of pleasure from the smaller woman.

“Yes…god…yes…fuck.. Jesus…oh my god Lan! Fuck! I’m gunna…I’m gunna.” Kelly screamed as her pussy produced a flood of cum into Lana’s lap. Kelly’s entire body locked up, and she fell back into Lana’s waiting arms as she twitched and rocked.

As her body slowly relaxed Kelly felt Lana’s warm lips on her neck. She pulled herself slowly off the plastic cock and trembled against her lover’s warm body. Lana lifted her lover into her arm and carried her back into the suite. She lay her on the bed and disappeared into the bathroom. She turned the hot water on and removed the strap-on, ignoring the fire that was burning between her legs.

Lana collected Kelly and slipped her into the warm bath water. Kelly moaned with pleasure as Lana massaged her feet, calves, thighs and shoulders. She kept her eyes closed and tried to remember when she had felt this good.

“Are you hungry?” Lana asked.

“Yes.” Kelly croaked without opening her eyes.

“Let’s get you into bed and I’ll order us something to eat.” Lana said, pulling her lover from the bath and drying her off.

As Kelly lay beneath the covers of the big bed she wondered what kind of fun tomorrow would bring.

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If you read what learned men have said about anger you will find a common thread: an urge for moderation. Mark Twain considered it to be an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it was poured. Albert Einstein observed that anger dwells only in the bosom of fools; whilst Colin Powell, whose very job was to deal in lethal force, advised ‘Get Mad, then get over it.’

For me, anger was an eager friend. I embraced and nurtured it, for in its cleansing flame I found relief. It scoured my brain of notions of honour and my heart of the love that I thought had filled it. During the day I held it close, feeding it the chaff and straw of my sister’s lies, until the flame shimmered and danced and reached out to warm the sinews of my body; and at night it was a beacon that showed me the way ahead, and I took comfort in its lonely light.

Initially my anger was a blunt weapon. I wanted to lash out, to destroy and obliterate anyone associated with the whole sorry affair – but as time passed I learned to control it, forging it in the anvil of my mind until it became like the burnished blade of a scalpel. I held it close to my heart and its image was sharp and clean and good.

I tried to maintain a balance. Time and again I dissected the events that led to the current point, and I analysed my role as dispassionately as I could. I was aware that some people would condemn me as a complicit partner: after all, it was I who had fucked her – but I had done so without premeditation and in innocence of knowing it was my sister, whilst she had not. I could forgive her in a heartbeat if she had seduced me for love; I could even forgive her if it had been for spontaneous lust, consummated and then regretted; but I could never forgive her for taking me simply to win a two-bit bet, and then to cast me aside with no more feeling than she might tread on a cockroach in the street.

The cold logic of my reasoning fuelled my anger even more, so that it snarled and growled like an animal in a cage waiting to be released.

And all the time I was watching and waiting for the right opportunity to unleash it.

*****

Beth wandered into the kitchen on a Saturday morning a couple of weeks later, whilst I was eating my breakfast. She was wearing a loose tank top and a little pair of white knickers and she was rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Morning Sis.” I needed to maintain a degree of normality with Beth, for although I had not yet settled on a plan of action I knew that when the time came its success might depend on her thinking that all was well between us.

She turned her blue eyes onto me, yawning, and settled into the chair opposite without saying anything. I waited a few moments before speaking again.

“I’m moving out of home.”

“What?!”

I turned over a page of the paper, not looking at her. “I’m moving out of home. Jim Bowers has offered me his flat whilst he is overseas and I’ve decided to take it.”

“Oh, so it’s not for long then.”

“Maybe. He’s backpacking Europe so I reckon six months at the least, and knowing Jim he’ll find some rich chick in Monaco and end up staying there.” I looked up at her. “Anyway, it’s time I moved out – I can’t live with Mum for the rest of my life.”

Her lips assumed the well-known Beth pout. “What about me?”

I considered that that should be her motto, but kept the thought to myself. “What about you?”

She leaned forward so that I was treated to a view of most of her breasts, the nipples barely hidden by the neckline of her top. “That’s what I said. You can’t leave me here with Mum!”

“Why not? She’s a good Mother.”

“That’s not what I meant. It’s just that…well, it isn’t fair for you to be heading off and I’ll be left here to have all the work and no fun.”

“There will be less work to do with me gone.”

“No there won’t. The house will be just the same size.”

“Well, you move out too.”

She misunderstood me. “You mean with you? Where’s the flat?”

“No, I didn’t mean that. I think it will do us both good to be apart and having you living in the flat with me won’t achieve that. “

Her voice turned hard. “What the hell sort of statement is that! Are you saying its my fault you have to go? Is that why you’re leaving?” Her eyes narrowed with malice “…or is it that you’ve moving slutty Susan in with you?”

I sighed. “Beth, I don’t want to fight with you but you’ve just demonstrated why it wouldn’t work. Do you know how many conversations we’ve had this year where you didn’t get pissed off? Not one!” I leaned towards her. “There’s no fun in our relationship any more. I don’t know what I’ve done, or why you are so angry with me, but believe it or not I’m leaving because I’m twenty two years old and I want a life of my own, and….”

I was about to tell her that I couldn’t spend another day in the same house as her, with her malicious eyes and sharp mouth, but an idea popped into my mind and I stopped abruptly. Not a plan yet, but just the first notions of how it might start to come together.

She Casibom was staring at me, her small face still angry. “And what?”

“I was going to say that I’d be happy to have you visit from time to time, if you like.”

I could see her mind working on this new angle, figuring out what was in it for her. “Like, visit, as if for afternoon tea?”

“No – visit as in stay over for a night or two from time to time, if you want. There’s a spare room and its close to your work.”

“Oh. OK.” Grudgingly. Not even the common courtesy of a thankyou. “When are you moving?” I could see her working on something already.

“Tomorrow.”

*****

Slowly, slowly, I set down the foundations of my plan, and when I was satisfied with it I started to lay the bricks and mortar that would give it form and shape.

I started with the file that I had found on her computer, copying it to a thumb drive and then to my own computer so I could dissect it at my leisure. It made interesting reading: a journal of a double life that neither Mum nor I could possibly have guessed at. Each night, as I worked though it, more brush strokes were added to the picture that I was building of her life, and they were crude and rough and uneven. What we had taken to be a happy, carefree girl was far from that – shrouded in self-doubt, envious of others and uncertain of where she was going. She clung to the flotsam of her life which, in her case, were her two bosom buddies Lorna and Sam, and they dripped poison into her life until she turned to the bitter little rube that she was.

I knew these girls and I had written them off as frivolous bubble-heads, who knew the value of nothing and whose sole aim in life seemed to be to have a good time. Individually, they were like the thousand girls you would see on the sidewalks outside bars and clubs on a Saturday night, wobbling on high heels, nervously pulling down the hems of their short skirts, cigarettes dangling from their crimson lips as they surveyed the passing crowd with minds devoid of intelligent thought and eyes older than the faces that owned them. Lorna and Sam were a nothing but a couple of tarts who were on the hustling treadmill of an easy life, and they had sucked Beth into their lives and she was running alongside of them.

I dissected the thought processes that lay behind each of the sorry pages in her journal. In truth she really didn’t give a fat rat’s dick about anyone except her. She was seeped in selfishness – a self-serving spiral of contempt for anyone or anything that wasn’t to her purpose. Most of us have some sort of balance in life, but Beth did not. It was the root cause of her problem, and it was the one I needed to tackle.

And as my plan took shape I started to buy the things I needed from a variety of stores: the local Mitre10 yielded the hardware I needed; a down-town sex shop supplied the more exotic requirements and a department store furnished the bedding. I also needed some simple electronic gadgets and the Tandy store in the Mall were able to assist. Finally, I consulted a trusted friend at my Pharmaceutical workplace without telling him why I needed the advice, and he proved very helpful.

My growing collection went into the third bedroom room of my flat which, unlike the rest of the place, was unfurnished apart from some boxes of Jim’s junk. It was surprisingly large though, with a stained carpet, and hot water radiator on one wall and a single grimy window set high up on another. I put a small desk in the corner opposite from the radiator and I set up my computer on it with an anglepoise lamp. I went through the arrangements in my mind and I knew that I would be ready soon.

A week or so after I moved into the flat the phone rang.

“Hi David. It’s Susan.”

“Hey!” I was surprised at the sudden lift that the sound of her voice gave me. “You’re back!”

“Yep. Got back on Sunday.”

“How was it?”

“OK, I guess. You can only take so much sand and sea, and the oldies were there – sort of cramps your style, I guess.” She paused for a moment, as if checking to see if her words might have given the wrong impression. “Well, you know what I mean…you have to watch yourself when they are around. Still, I’ve got a tan in places that you can only imagine.”

“Imagine, or dream about?”

She chuckled. “Dream, I guess. Dreams are achievable if you follow them through, but imagination is only ever conceptual.”

“I’ll dream about it then. I rather think it will keep me awake, though.”

“So don’t sleep,” she said. Haven’t you got anything better to do?”

“Not right now, but I’m hoping.”

” My, my. A man who is hoping and dreaming. Sounds like you’re desperate.”

“I am, I am.”

She was quiet for a moment, to let that part of the conversation drift away. “Anyway, I wondered if you were up for another candlelit dinner, seeing as they are on your list. I could tell you all about my holiday.”

“And all about your tan?”

“Maybe. Depends if you are good or bad. We’ll need somewhere quiet, though, and I’m thinking that there’s a new place Casibom Giriş on President Avenue that’s supposed to be OK”

I thought quickly. I knew it. It was only a five minute walk from my new digs. “OK. I’ll make a deal. Main meal in the restaurant, coffee and dessert at my place.”

“Your place?” She thought I still lived with my Mum.

“Yeah. I’ve branched out since you left. New flat – well, new for me, anyway. Not much to write home about, but clean and handy. I’ll try out my Crème Brule on you.”

“It seems you are a man of many talents, David.”

“Only where they count. Is that a deal?”

“Are you trying to lure me back to your den of inequity? That’s bad behaviour.”

“I thought that’s what you wanted. How can you show me your all-over tan otherwise?”

She laughed. “I said I’ll tell you about it, not show you. How about Friday?”

“Done deal. I’ll make the booking and I’ll pick you up at seven.”

She looked good, wearing a simple white strapless dress that showed off her golden-brown skin. There was a single strand of pearls around her neck and her hair had been brushed until it shone blue-black in the evening sun. I walked around the car to open the door for her and she leaned up to kiss me on the lips, lingering there for a moment, her hand on my waist and her perfume filling my senses. I climbed in and started the engine.

“I’ve changed the booking,” I said. “We are celebrating more than a Bistro can offer us.”

She looked across at me, her brown eyes shining. “Oh? Celebrating what?”

“Take your pick. Your coming back. Our second date without a single argument. Your all-inclusive tan. Being special….”

“The second date bit sounds good. Where are we going?”

“Surprise.”

I had been out to the restaurant the previous day and picked the table I wanted, in a secluded corner of the verandah with a view over the ocean. The blue Orchid I had chosen for her looked good on the crisp white tablecloth, and a bottle of Marlborough Region white wine was chilling beside our table. She settled into her seat and looked around.

“David,” she whispered “this is lovely. It looks terribly expensive.”

“The owner is in debt to me. I saved his sister from certain death in a plane crash.”

She smiled. “No, really. Are you sure it’s OK?”

“Sure I’m sure. This is a place that you can only enjoy if you share it with someone. I’m glad its you. ” I reached over and squeezed her hand.

She regarded me for a moment. “You are really quite a nice person, despite what they say at work.”

“What do they say at work?”

“That you are fat, lazy, sleazy, untrustworthy and unreliable. Apart from that, not much.”

“I guess that’s just what my friends say. What about the others?”

She laughed. “You don’t want to know. It’s about your fetish for tan-searching.”

“It’s probably all true then.” I waited until the waiter filled our glasses. “Cheers. To friendship.” We clinked glasses and settled down to our meal.

We never did get to the Crème Brulee, or the coffee and chocolates I had laid out on a tray in the kitchen. We were as hot as a pistols when we left the restaurant, and the twenty minute drive was enough to ferment our desire to fever pitch. We almost sprinted from the car to the bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing from the front door onwards. The doona was flung into a corner of the room and she lay on her back on the bed, her skin dark against the white sheets, looking up at me. Her breasts were firm and she had a neat patch of black hair at her crotch, trimmed into an inverse triangle like an arrow head pointing to the prize. She shifted slightly under my gaze, one thigh moving sideways so I was rewarded by a glimpse of her puss, shielded by shadow. Struck by the eroticism of her pose, I stood watching her for a moment.

She propped herself up on one arm, taking off a gangster accent. “What are you looking at, Buster?”

I smiled. “You know me. I’m bad. It’s the tan fetish.” I let my eyes move over her, slowly, from head to foot. “It’s all over, just like you said. Is it real or can I lick it off?”

“It’s worth a try.” She chuckled, a sexy, throaty sound. “No more dreaming, then. Come and taste it for yourself. Come and be bad on me.”

I sat beside her, leaning over her body so that I could reach her mouth. One breast pressed against the underside of my arm and the nipple burned my skin like the touch of a cigarette. Her mouth tasted of wine and spices, her lips as soft as gossamer. She groaned under me as my tongue entered her mouth, her back arching and her free hand reaching up to the back of my head, holding me as we kissed.

I broke off. “Hold still.”

I knelt over her, my lips moving downwards, kissing the soft skin just below her ear, my nose touching her hair that was spread over the pillow like a band of black satin; then moving down to her shoulder and into the soft hollow just above her clavicle, feeling her thrust her body up against my lips. She groaned, her voice soft.

“Jesus, that’s good. Don’t Casibom Güncel Giriş stop.”

Down to her right breast, feeling the firm swell of her flesh rise up under my lips, the texture of her nipple in my mouth, my fingers caressing the other breast; then down, leaving a faint trail of moisture across the smooth flat belly, dipping briefly into her navel so that she giggled and pushed my head downwards to her mound, the feel of her hair crisp against my lips and the first scent of her puss – a warm, animal smell of arousal and desire. She opened her thighs, legs bent at the knees, and I leaned down, avoiding her clit for the moment, looking to taste and tease the lips of her cunt, sliding the tip of my tongue over them as soft as a sleeping breath, savouring the taste of her.

She writhed under me, thrusting her hips upwards so that my tongue slipped into her, pushing aside her labia. I felt a gush of moisture into my mouth as she opened, felt it tart against my palate. I stabbed downwards with my mouth, curling my tongue into a cylinder, penetrating the soft flesh. My senses were filled by her: the warm plasticity of her thighs against my cheeks, the mewing sounds of her pleasure, the feel of her hands fluttering at the back of my head, and her taste and smell.

I stood up quickly, rolling her over so that she was kneeling on the edge of the bed, her head and chest flat against the mattress and her butt pushed up and back. I placed my hands on her tight ass cheeks and pried them apart. Her puss opened like an exotic flower and I knelt on the floor and pressed my mouth to it, drinking her in, running the flat of my tongue in long, lapping strokes from her clitoris to the puckered ring of her anus, savouring her texture: from the slick softness of her cunt to the crinkled roughness of her rosebud. I could hear her cries of pleasure, feel her jerking and trembling as I worked at her, feel her puss fluttering and grasping as if to catch my lips and suck them into her body; hard, rhythmic contractions that accelerated swiftly, until, with a wail that just about shattered the windows, she came, bucking against me.

A jet of juice spurted out of her, squirting between my lips so that my mouth was filled with her essence, and as I lapped at her it dribbled out of my mouth and soaked my chin.

“Enough. Oh God, David. Enough. Stop.” her voice was gusty with desire.

I pulled back and stood up. She was still on her knees, legs akimbo, her face pressed sideways onto the bed and her hands clenched, clutching at the sheet beneath her. The light from the bedside lamp illuminated her, so that I could see the sheen of sweat on her back and the darker stains of her juices sprinkled like raindrops on the sheet between her knees.

With a cry of desire I moved forward and pressed my cock against her opening, feeling her push back against me. As I watched, her cunt opened and I sank into her, her lips clutching at my shaft as I slid inwards. She was incredibly tight.

She groaned as she felt me. “God, David. Slowly. Take it slowly. Let me adjust’.

I realised that her cunt was still contracting with the power of her orgasm, and I stopped, feeling the rhythmic grasping as she accommodated me into her body, gradually diminishing as her insides adjusted to my size. In a little while she pushed back to take more, and I slid into her to the hilt, feeling the head of my cock squeezed deep inside her body. Not one millimetre of my shaft was visible. She had it all. Her hard little buttocks pushed against me and I could feel the crisp springiness of her pubic hair meshing with mine.

“Now, fuck me. Start slow. “

“I will, Susan. I’m deep inside you. Can you feel me? Tell me what you feel.”

“Full. I feel full. Pull out…slowly.” She clenched her puss as I did, so that it grasped at my length as I slid outwards, fighting to keep me in. As the head appeared I stopped.

She was gasping. “Now in. Just a little.” I felt her fingers at her puss, feeling me as I entered her again and stopped, just the head buried inside her. Her fingers squeezed at my shaft.

“Slowly. Slowly. God that’s good! That’s thick.” She pushed up on her arms, her head back so that her hair fell over her shoulders. I reached forward and grasped a handful, pulling her head back with it as I slid further into her.

“Ah yes. Yes! Now faster.”

I looked over at the wardrobe in front of us. The door had swung open and we were reflected in the full length mirror. Susan on her hands and knees, watching me, her breasts bouncing each time I plunged into her, her head back, her mouth working.

“Ah, that’s it! That’s good! Fuck it deep! Spurt into me! Cream me!” Her fingers were busy at her clit.

My own voice, shaky with lust. “I will! I’ll fill you up with my hot cream.”

A roaring in my ears. Every fibre of my being was harnessed to the sole purpose of impregnating her. The tumultuous climb upwards, the moment of time frozen on the brink, trembling on the edge of an endless precipice when all is disconnected from your brain apart from the single burning rod buried deep inside her: and then the crashing wave of orgasm, the boiling jets of spunk spurting like long white ribbons, one after another, filling her grasping cunt and bathing her cervix as she shrieked and writhed underneath me, lost in her own climax.

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David and I were on the last of our day rotation. He texted me and asked if I wanted to go out to a new Italian restaurant in town for supper. I agreed, and he said he’d pick me up at 7 pm. I heard him when he drove up. I went out and crawled up in his truck. I was wearing my best blue jeans, boots and button-down shirt. David was wearing black jeans, boots and a button-down also.

We walked in and most every head turned. A maybe 6′, 30-year-old red headed, and bearded white thin waiter greeted us and asked how many. We told him 2 and he said follow me please. He turned and led us to our table. When we sat he handed us our menus, asked what we wanted to drink and introduced himself as Andrew. He returned with our drinks and asked if we were ready to order.

We started asking questions, telling it was our first time there, and asked him what he recommended. He said he loved the Spaghetti and Meatballs, it was his favorite. He said the balls were nice meaty, just the way he liked them. We both ordered what he recommended, and he just smiled. He shortly came back with our plates and set them down in front of us.

We both asked him to pick us some wine and bring it out. As he returned to the table and sat down our wine glasses. David went to take a bite and a big drip of sauce dropped in his lap. Andrew was quickly there to dab it up from David’s jeans. He was dabbing all over David’s basket saying he wanted to get it all. Andrew raised back up and said it was all better. By this time the restaurant was almost empty, just us and a few others remained. Andrew was keeping our glasses full of wine. The meal was delicious.

Andrew came back around and asked if we could go ahead and pay our check, so the cashier could close out the register for the night, but we were welcome to stay and finish our meals. We both handed our cards to Andrew and he went to the register. He returned with our receipts and cards. He took the customer copy and made sure we knew to keep those.

When he handed our copy back we saw he had written his cell phone number on them and when he’d be done. I asked him if he wanted to go back to my place when he got off. We were the last table there, so I reached out and grabbed his ass. He laughed and said we’d see about going to my place. We continued to eat as Andrew went about his duties to close for the night. He stopped by to check on us and let us know he was almost done.

Finally, he came by and said he was done, he just had to change, and he’d be right out. David’s and I got up and told him he’d get his tip later as we each took a hand and placed them on our baskets. olgun porno He just grinned. We followed Andrew to the door and he let us out and relocked the door. He came out about 15 minutes later and opened the truck door. He climbed in and sat between us.

He said he was not in the habit of going home with strange men, but we were so nice, and we were hot as hell. David told him we were both highway patrol officers and we had the identification and badge to prove it. Andrew said he believed us. As we talked David and I took a hand each and placed them on Andrews knees and started moving them up to his crotch. David looked at Andrew and asked if he okay with where this was going. Andrew said he was and he felt really safe with us.

David pulled Andrew over to his mouth and kissed him deep as he started the truck. I pulled Andrew to me and let him kiss me. At every stop David pulled Andrew to him and kissed him deep. I pulled him back when we started moving. We got to my house and exited the truck. I slid out and Andrew slid out right behind me into my arms. I held his head and kissed him deep again as David came up behind him.

David bent his mouth to Andrews neck and started nuzzling and sucking on his ears. I took Andrews shoulders and turned him around facing David as he kissed him, and I sucked on Andrews neck and ears. I looked at them both and told them we needed to carry it inside. As we entered the house I stepped up behind Andrew, reached around and started opening his belt, unsnapping and unzipping his jeans. I grabbed the waist and pushed them down.

Andrew asked if we liked him freeballing. When he changed he removed his underwear too and placed them in his bag. David and I pushed his jeans lower as Andrew kicked off his shoes. David stepped back and pulled Andrews shirt off. Andrew looked at us and said, “I am a total redhead, you guys like?”

David and I both smiled widely and nodded. I ran my hand down Andrews back to his ass crack and down his crack to his puckered hole. I run my fingers back up and around to his mouth and let him suck them and get them wet. I run them back down and placed 1 at his pink puckered little hole. Andrew had started removing David’s shirt as I played with his hole, working my finger in and out. He pushed David’s shirt off his shoulders and let it hit the floor.

Andrew turned and started working on mine. While Andrew was removing mine, I reached down and started opening my jeans. As he pushed my shirt off I pushed him to his knees and told him to finish stripping David and me. Andrew pushed my jeans down porno and kissed my cock thru my shorts. He took my boot in his hand and I raised it for him to remove, then the other. He slid my jeans down and off and then my shorts. I took his chin in my hand and raised it up. I took my boot and placed it over his mouth and nose and held it to his face as he inhaled deeply and groaned.

I told Andrew to kiss my cockhead. He then turned to David and stripped him. He took a deep breath of David’s boots too and groaned even louder as David held a handful of that red hair. We pulled Andrew up and I told them we needed to retire to the bedroom. I lay on my back and Andrew crawled up to my cock and stopped. I placed a hand on his head as he took my big black cockhead in his mouth. David stepped up to his ass and started working that tight little ass.

I asked David if he had ever been with a ginger and he said no but he thought he’d like the contrast of the dark black and the red. I took a handful of Andrews hair and pushed him farther down on my cock. David was working that sweet ass and loosening it up for our cocks. David picked Andrew up and turned him till his cock and balls were over my chest, my cock still in his mouth.

David was working that ass using 4 fingers and rotating them around as Andrew took more and more of my big black 9.5″ cock into his mouth. I was pushing his head down further and further as he moaned. I felt his throat on the head of my cock as he deep throated me and watched David work his ass. David removed his fingers from Andrews ass and asked him, “Are you ready for my big black 10″ cock?”

Andrew just nodded his head. David straddled my chest with his knees and placed his cock head at Andrews puckered hole. David took Andrews hips in his hands and started easing his cock in that sweet ginger ass. I felt Andrew gasp around my cock and I pushed deeper in his throat as David’s big black cock went deeper and deeper in his ass. I watched as David worked his cock into Andrews hole.

I was fucking his face with my black cock. When Andrew went all the way to my balls David went all the way to his balls and ground his hips around as Andrew tried to yell. David started stroking in and out really pushing Andrew over the edge. I slowly fucked his mouth, not wanting to cum yet. David was going faster and faster telling Andrew how sweet his little ginger hole was and how he loved a white slut.

David groaned, went deep hard and said, “I am fixing to cum in your sweet ass boy! You got an ass built to be fucked by a big black cock! Feel me cum and fill your Porno 64 ass!”

David stayed balls deep until his cock started to soften and pull out. David pulled out and ordered Andrew to turn around to suck his cock and let me fuck that fine ass next. He turned, and David pushed his mouth to my chest to clean up the cum that leaked from his ass. Andrew cleaned my chest good, swallowing it all. He then raised his face to David’s cock.

I pushed Andrew back upright and ordered him to insert my big black cock in his ass. He raised up, took my cock in his hand and held it upright as he slowly lowered himself down until the head entered his sweet ass and stopped. I pulled him back down to David’s cock and he took just the head into his mouth. I told David on 3 we’d go balls deep. 1, 2, 3, we both went balls deep as Andrew tried to yell in ecstasy. David pulled out and asked him if he was okay. Andrew said, “Yes Sirs, I am fine. I have never experienced such pleasure Sirs, please fuck me Sirs.”

Andrew then went down and took David’s balls in his mouth and suckled them, moving his tongue as much as he could with his mouth full. I started rotating Andrews hips with my hands while stroking in and out hitting new places. Andrew was moaning on David’s balls as David reached down and clamped Andrews nose closed.

I started deep stroking Andrews ass and told him I was fixing to cum. I went balls deep and told him I was cumming and deposited my load in that sweet ass of his along with David’s. Andrew pulled off of David’s balls and yelled. David put his cock in Andrews mouth to shut him up. When I finished cumming Andrew lay on my chest. I rolled Andrew to his side and David lay behind him. I moved Andrews head, so he was looking at me and told him its your time to cum.

David spit in his hand, reached over Andrew and took his cock in his hand and started jacking his cock. Andrew turned his head to David and David kissed him hard as Andrew started cumming. David scooped Andrews cum up and fed it to Andrew until he had gathered all of it and Andrew ate it. After Andrew relaxed and calmed down I told him to go get us a beer from the fridge. He left the room, that sweet ass bouncing.

He returned with our beer and we lay back to talk. Andrew said this was a first for him, black men and two at the same time. He had almost his whole beer gone so I pulled him to me and kissed him deep. As David palmed them ass cheeks he told Andrew us being with a ginger was a new too and we’d definitely have to do it again.

Andrew looked at us and asked how he was getting back to the restaurant. I told him I’d take him back. Andrew went and got our clothes. We dressed and started out the front door. Andrew said he had to piss, was the yard okay. David swatted his ass and said, “Dam fine ass!” I returned him to the restaurant and followed him home just to be on the safe side.

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This is my first post, and is based off of something that really happened to me. Feel free to comment, constructive criticism is appreciated.

Names and some details have been changed to protect identity.

*****

It was Thanksgiving, and I was irritated with my family, just as any 18 year old would be at a family function. I was stealing a glass of wine while no one was looking, so after a while, I was tipsy enough to start relaxing. By the end of the night, I was feeling pretty good. My best friend and I were texting all day, complaining about the same things. We made plans for that night; she would come over and hang out after all the family left. My sister and her boyfriend were staying the night, so she offered to buy us alcohol, as long as we didn’t tell our parents. So Nicole came over, and she was happy to see the surprise I had waiting for her. Now, I’m lesbian, and she knows that, but she isn’t lesbian. Nicole is about 5’2″, 120 pounds, dark brown eyes, the most beautiful green eyes I’ve seen, her boobs are 36 D, and her ass is phenomenal. I am 5’6″, 130, brown hair, hazel eyes, big tits, and a nice ass. porno 64 But I had warned her about the way I got when I was drunk. I told her that if I got too drunk, I got horny and would most likely try to hit on her, but she didn’t seem to mind.

So we started drinking, and it’s like she became a whole other person. We sat on my bed and I said,

“Nicole, I’m really trying to talk myself out of kissing you right now.”

For a second she just looked at me, and then said, “What if I don’t want you to?”

I was drunk so it took me a while to comprehend what she said. I lay back on my bed and sighed. Before I knew it, Nicole had straddled me, and kissed me. It was the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had. It took me about 30 seconds to realize what was happening. Once I realized, I grabbed her ass and she let out a faint moan right in my ear, and then she licked and softly bit my ear. That got me going. I began to take her shirt off, and she stopped and took her shirt off and then her bra. Her tits were perfectly up and her nipples were erect. Before she could even go to kiss me, I pulled her body down on porno izle top of me and sucked her nipple. She seemed to really enjoy that. I continued to suck and gently bite her nipples, and flipped her over on her back, hearing her moan made my pussy the wettest it’s ever been. I couldn’t believe what was happening.

I began kissing her, going from her lips, to her ear, down to her neck, biting and sucking making her moan louder and louder. I really wanted to feel her wetness, so while I was kissing her sweet lips, I snuck my hands down her shorts. As soon as I touched her drenched pussy, she let out a moan that let me know not to stop. I fingered her swollen clit until she was screaming “Fuck me baby! Please!”

I did as she requested and shoved two fingers in her pussy and watched her arch her back in pleasure. After a few minutes, I couldn’t wait any longer to taste her pussy. I stopped fucking her, and kissed her. I started kissed down her stomach, and as I reached her lower stomach, she practically shoved her pussy in my face, with her shorts still on. I went to take her shorts off and realized she didn’t sex izle have any panties on. I nearly ripped them off of her. I finally got them off and started licking her inner thighs and around her pussy lips, teasing her. After a minuet, she was practically begging me to lick her sweet pussy. I decided to be nice, and dive in. Once my tongue hit her clit, it didn’t take long for her to cum all over my face. But that wasn’t the last of her juices.

Since she usually has sex with boys, I wanted to fuck her better than any man ever could. I licked her pussy to get it nice and wet again, and then slid in two fingers and fucked her for a few minutes, focusing on her g-spot. Once she was drenching, I slid in a third finger and fucked her until she was shaking. She was moaning so loud that I’m pretty sure my sister could hear us downstairs. But I didn’t care. It was hot. I focused on her g-spot once I could tell she was close to cumming. She started yelling “Baby I’m gonna cum!” She arched her back and grabbed the sheets and let out the hottest moan I’ve ever heard. Once she caught her breath, I licked her dripping pussy to clean her up.

We were both so exhausted after what just happened, that we just fell asleep naked. The next morning, we agreed that we wouldn’t tell anyone, and it was a one-time thing. But little did we know… It wasn’t a one-time thing.

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Epilogue — Christmas Eve Eve

Molly Jones thoughtfully sipped her wine as she leaned against the kitchen counter. Indiana was all over the kitchen preparing their evening meal. He said it was just a simple Mexican soup recipe one of his roommates had taught him, but it looked delicious—whole chicken pieces with hearty chunks of potatoes, carrots, zucchini, celery, and cabbage, along with just enough jalapeno to give it some heat. He had an avocado in the fridge, which he told her would go on top.

She watched him add the last few ingredients to the stock pot, put on a lid, and set the whole thing to simmer. Tomorrow, she and her son would spend Christmas Eve with the Sages and Trans. Tonight, it was just her and Indiana. He’d arrived earlier that day, and they spent their time together chatting about this and that inconsequential detail—what she did at work, what he did at work and school—neither hitting close to the things she really wanted to speak about.

Molly remembered a time when her son told her everything, but that hadn’t happened in years.

Now, Indiana kept secrets, kept her in the dark about the things going on in his world. Looking back on their life, Molly realized the change hadn’t happened over night. Indiana began hiding parts of himself little by little, starting back when he’d been a boy, and the hiding only became worse as he became a teenager, and later a young man.

Indiana had been around five or six the last time he’d been completely open to her. Her then-husband had finally brought himself to pick their son up after school, which had been the first and only time Indiana’s teachers and classmates saw him. Indiana had her coloring, and the likeness to his father would only appear once he’d matured, which made it difficult to see that they really were father and son. Children could be petty and cruel with those different from them, and having a father who looked so very different from him instantly marked Indiana as “other”. Then, she and Andre had their own problems, and over several years caught between the stresses of school and home, their son simply clammed up, gradually stowing away things.

If she got anything at all from him, it was under duress. And really, she only remembered that happening once when he was ten, right after his first summer with his father. Their custody agreement allowed Molly to keep Indiana during the school year, but he would spend his summers and alternating holidays with Andre, who had remarried before the ink even dried on their divorce.

She’d convinced herself that Indiana’s nightly calls home had been little more than separation anxiety, and managed to keep up the pretense right up until he told her he didn’t ever want to go back. It had taken days to coax out the reason. She knew from Andre that Indiana hadn’t been getting along with his new step-brothers, Trevor and Devin, but had been assured that it was all just “boys being boys”. Molly did not think however, that “boy being boys” was a good enough excuse for Claire’s hellspawn calling her child freak, faggot, or momma’s boy.

She recalled that her son managed to hold himself together through most of the telling, but broke apart the moment she tried to assure him that he wasn’t any of those things. “But, I am,” he’d sobbed, his voice rising. “All of it! Just like they said! Like everyone says—an ugly weirdo cocksucker pussy who needs his mommy!” No amount of consoling, of assuring him that being different or gay or loving his mom was okay, could ease his pain, so she had held him until he’d cried himself out.

After that, Indiana had drawn his uniqueness around himself like a mantle, a protective barrier between himself and the rest of the world. Molly had celebrated this change, mistaking his non-conformity for free self-expression until it was too late. Indiana’s hidden life had stretched out beyond the normal secrets children keep from their parents. If it hadn’t been for his interest in running and Laurel coming into his life, he might have closed himself off from her entirely over the course of his teens.

Molly blamed herself. She blamed her ex-husband. She blamed Claire and her horrible sons. But, most of all, Molly blamed Michael Jameson—the little shit who found every little chink in her son’s armor and exploited it.

The boy treated her son like a dirty secret at home, and a meal ticket when they went off to college, and Molly had to learn about this treatment from Laurel, who Michael had thankfully been unsuccessful in driving away. Years of screaming matches, Michael’s cheating and hypocritical jealousy, his refusal to acknowledge Indiana, the times he flipped out when Indiana tried to hold his hand in public. Laurel said Michael had once shoved him away hard enough to leave bruises when Indiana hit a stone pillar. Molly kept silent in all this because trying to talk had made him even more secretive, a condition that hadn’t improved once that boy had been pushed out of Indiana’s life.

mobil porno But, things were shifting.

Indiana, for the first time in ages, was opening up to her.

And all she had done was ask, “Who’s Preston?”

Molly had been angry when Indiana disappeared after Thanksgiving dinner, but then curious as pictures began filtering in. Sure, there had been pictures of Indiana with Laurel and Mike Tran, which increased in number once Michael Jameson was out of his life. However, the last few weeks were something else. Three young men had joined the cast of characters in her son’s college life.

Molly recognized one of the boys in these new pictures as his roommate, Efrain, who was a smart and serious young man. She liked him well enough, especially after he’d cooked for her during one of her visits. The second boy—a wholesome blond-haired, blue-eyed football stereotype—usually appeared along with Efrain. Cory, as Indiana had identified him, was the new roommate who’d taught her son how to make the caldo de pollo that was now simmering on her stove.

But, it was the third boy that got her attention. Laurel had told her all about “Indie’s Upgrade”, but Molly didn’t think he’d be this adorable. Well-dressed and well-coiffed, with a sweet face that made him seem cheeky and lively.

Although, the kid could have been the Antichrist and Molly still wouldn’t have cared.

Because of this young man, she had photographic evidence of her only child, who she loved beyond reason, dancing in bars, and having movie nights, and looking sharp and confident for a big presentation, and cuddling on the couch, and snuggling under blankets, and sharing meals with friends. Through these pictures, Molly witnessed a change in Indiana, little glimpses of his former self peeking through, growing more frequent over that short period.

So, it was only natural that she would ask about the boy.

“Who’s Preston?”

“A friend,” he said simply, setting a timer for the soup.

“Didn’t look like just a friend,” she said as they took up their wine glasses and headed for the living room. “I saw the pictures.”

“Oh,” he said. “He’s Cory’s best friend. I ran afoul of him when I tried to break him and Efrain up.”

“Why’d—”

“It’s a long story.” Indiana plopped down on the sofa, and she sat down next to him.

“We got some time,” Molly said and listened intently as her son led her through his and Preston’s sordid journey from enemies to lovers.

“So, do you think things might get serious?”

“I don’t think so. We’re just fooling around.”

“I doubt that.”

“Even if I was serious,” he said, “Preston is a little out of my league.”

“Don’t say that,” Molly chastised.

“No, really. He’s smart and funny. And, he’s very attractive.”

“Sounds like a catch.”

“He is. Could have any guy he wanted.” Indiana stared at his wine glass before gulping down the contents. “No idea what he’s doing with me.”

She ruffled his hair. “You’re a pretty good catch yourself.”

He laughed.

“You’re my mom; you’re supposed to say that.”

Molly looked at her son as she let the subject drop. She needed to schedule a little visit sometime next semester and see for herself who this “just a friend” was.

~*~*~*~

Francisco “Frankie” Torres, the current Rountree Chief of Police, sipped his beer as he observed the groups mingling in the Finnegans’ family room. PK and Cindy only had Jamie, and Jamie and Kate only had Preston (and the twins when Kate remarried), but the Finnegans’ annual Christmas party was anything but small. The Finnegan clan tended to accumulate family members throughout the years—rookies, like Frankie, that PK had taken under his wing in his time as Chief of Police, friends of Jamie and the grandchildren who had come to regard Cindy as their second mother/grandmother, teachers and coaches who’d remained friends long after the children had grown up, community leaders who grew close to the couple as they collaborated on city projects.

It was still early enough in the evening that guests weren’t too deep in their cups, but late enough that most young families had taken their children home. However, since PK’s daughter-in-law and her second husband, along with their children, traditionally stayed over the night of the party and through Christmas, Preston was allowed enough alcohol to get tipsy, and the twins, Kent and Ellie, were allowed to stay up later than usual.

Which certainly made things more interesting.

Frankie noticed the young man catching up with his friends and some of the younger officers, like Kyle Fortenberry and Adam Kinney, who’d been rookies before he went off to college. Preston took after his mother, but anyone who knew Preston Kent or James Aaron would immediately recognize Preston James. While Preston’d always been quite different, there were elements—mannerisms, sayings, expressions—that marked him as PK’s grandson, alman porno and Jamie’s son. Friends and family loved Preston for those traces of PK and Jamie, but loved him even more for those parts that were all him.

Ellie and Kent had been running around most of the night being cute and taking advantage of the blind eye everyone turned to the occasional sips Preston permitted them to steal (as they did years ago when Preston conned the rookies for tastes of this and that cocktail). While Kent and Ellie weren’t PK and Cindy’s biological grandchildren, they certainly developed many of the Finnegan family traits, right along with those Frankie had come to recognize as unique to their father, Joe.

Like most people, Frankie loved all of PK’s grandchildren equally, but Preston was Preston and that made him special.

Frankie noticed the twins making their rounds back to Preston’s group. Preston had just refilled his cup with mulled apple cider and rum, which had been a favorite of all three siblings. However, when the two lingered after stealing their sip and pulled out their cellphones, eyebrows raised. The Turner twins were up to something.

“Guess what,” Kent said, drawing in their attention.

“Preston has a new boyfriend!” Ellie sang. She waved a cellphone at the group. “Wanna see?”

A few of Preston’s crowd looked to Ellie, eager for some gossip, and a couple people from other groups stole some glances at the circle now forming around the Finnegan grandkids. As for himself, he could talk all he wanted about being a grown man, but Frankie still moved a little closer.

“Please tell me you’re not on Facebook,” Preston said. “I thought I told Mom you’re too young for that shit.”

“She says it’s fine,” his sister replied.

“Don’t change the subject,” Kent added. “We got dirt to dish.” He began messing with his own phone, presumably to show off pictures of the new guy, as he shot a look at Preston. “Thought we were going to let you get away with ditching us early on Thanksgiving, didn’t ya?”

“Yeah,” Ellie pouted. “You didn’t even help put up the tree this year.”

“And then all these pics started flooding his feed.”

“How’d you see those? I don’t even have you friended,” Preston said.

“Mom showed us,” Kent said. “Oh yeah.” He turned to the listening officers. “We’re pretty certain the blond really is just a friend.

“They still probably made out or something,” Ellie added

An expression of shock and outrage crossed Preston’s face.

“Yup,” Kent giggled, “they made out.” His sister nodded in agreement. “I wonder if they did it.”

“How the fuck do you even know about that stuff?” Preston said.

“Preston, we’re eleven,” Ellie said, rolling her eyes. “We’re not children anymore.”

“I’ve already had, like, a bajillion girlfriends!”

Frankie noticed the discrete giggles going around the room as he coughed to hide his own chuckle.

“So, back to the new guy,” Kent said.

“We did some research,” Ellie said.

“Don’t you two have anything better to do?” Preston said. “I told Mom y’all have too much free time.”

“He goes by ‘Indie’,” Kent said, as if Preston hadn’t spoken. “Not sure whether it’s short for something, or just something he picked up, but it’s still pretty pretentious, if you ask me.”

“You guys have got to see him!”

“Yeah, seriously not his normal Jersey Shore morons.” Both twins turned their phones for the group to see.

“Holy shit!” Adam Kinney laughed. “You weren’t kiddin’.”

“Fuck,” Kyle Fortenbery said. “It’s like you ran through every gym bro and—what are they called?—the dancers…”

“Go-go boys?” Adam said.

“—And go-go boy in Blacksburg,” Kyle continued, “and had to move on to baggin’ hipsters.”

“Damn, just how tall is he?” Micah Lawrence, one of Preston’s childhood friends, asked. “I mean, Preston isn’t the tallest guy, but he’s not that short, but the man is towering over him!”

“He’s six-foot-six,” Preston said, as if in resignation.

Another young officer, Alliah Johnston, looked at the proffered images and shrugged. “At least this one looks like he has brains.”

Frankie snuck a glance at the admittedly attractive boy standing with Preston and had to agree with Alliah’s assessment. Hell, Preston looked more intelligent just posing next to him. Even the way they posed together was different from Preston’s other guys—none of the silly “seductive” posturing, just a simple grin. However, what really shocked him was the other boy’s appearance. Brightly colored hair and a face full of piercings, and his glasses and suit the only thing keeping him from looking like a druggie.

Just where did Preston meet a guy like that?

“He’s a grad student,” Ellie said. “Studies something, can’t pronounce it. An-th-ero-pol-gee, or whatever. Sounds important.”

“I think it’s pronounced un-em-ploy-ment,” Adam said, disdainfully. alexis texas porno “But, still makes him sound pretty smart.”

“We tried to read some of the articles he published,” Kent said. “But they had too many big words, and we got bored.”

Ellie selected another picture to display. “They look pretty cozy here.”

“They look really ‘cozy’ in this one,” Kent said, showing off a different image on his own phone. He turned to their older brother. “So, is he your boyfriend?”

“No, we’re just friends,” Preston said. “Not like it’s any of your business.”

“Oh, so he’s a fuck buddy,” Ellie chirped. Half the room, Preston and Frankie included, choked on their drinks.

“Where the hell did you learn that word?!” Preston damn near screeched.

Ellie and Kent shrugged. “Around,” Kent answered. “So is he?”

“That’s none of your business.” Preston’s face turned red.

“He is,” Ellie said with a nod. “Do you want him to be your boyfriend?”

“That’s also none of your business.” His face became even redder. The three siblings had drawn a larger crowd, yet remained oblivious to the quiet chuckles around them.

“He does,” Kent declared. “Are you going to ask Indie to be your boyfriend?”

Preston’s only response was to slap his forehead and drag his hand down his face. He downed the rest of his drink before he turned around and tried to escape. The twins trailed behind, badgering him with more questions.

“You want to ask him, dontcha?

“Do you think he’ll say yes?”

“Do you like him?”

“Do you think he likes you?”

“Are you in looooooooooooooooove with Indie?”

“Do you think he’s in looooooooooooooooove with you?”

“You gonna move in with him?”

“Are you gonna marry him?”

“Will you get matching piercings instead of wedding rings?”

“Who’ll be the bride?”

“Duh, Preston ’cause he’s shorter!”

“Think he’ll wear a dress then?”

Frankie knew that at some point, poor Preston would crack and tell them (mostly) everything they wanted to know. If only Frankie could find someone like that to do interrogations, Rountree would solve every crime in no time. Preston stalked away (possibly to find Joe and Kate to demand that his parents make his brother and sister go to bed), and the party carried on as usual.

Frankie refilled his Christmas beer stein, the one he brought every year. Most other attendees had their own favorite mug or glass they brought to the celebration as it had become another one of the traditions that had cropped up over the decades since PK and Cindy began throwing Christmas parties for their friends.

Every member of the Finnegan extended family knew to keep the 23rd free, no invitation needed (although, they were sent without fail). Same day, same time, same place, and everyone knew what to bring—how could you ring in the holiday without Cindy’s eggnog, or the berry cobblers the former Mayor and his wife always made, or Lt. Harris’ chestnut soup, or any number of holiday favorites? The Finnegan Family Christmas Party was practically on the Rountree community calendar, pictures would be in the city paper the following day, and guests would joke about PK’s white elephant party gifts for weeks.

Even Jamie’s passing couldn’t prevent the annual event. That year, Frankie had worked hard to convince his longtime mentor and friend of the importance of keeping tradition, especially when losing someone as special as Jamie. Everyone loved Jamie (of course, everyone admired PK and adored Preston—charisma and charm seemed to be ingrained deeply within the Finnegan genetic code), and everyone missed him, but shutting themselves off from the world would only make the hurt worse. And more than anything, Preston needed his extended family to fill the hole his father had left. The event had been more somber that year, but Frankie was sure it had cut years off their mourning process, especially for Preston. The lively college student mingling with the crowd and playing with his inquisitive half-siblings was a far cry from the inconsolable and screaming four-year-old the Frankie had to carry out of the funeral because there really isn’t a good way to explain to a child that he wouldn’t see his daddy again.

Frankie observed Preston as he routed Kent and Ellie, freeing him to socialize once more, even if it meant more friendly ribbing from the officers and friends who’d been in the group.

Preston had taught a few of those officers a very hard lesson about underestimating their opponent, and many still got flack from their coworkers for getting their asses handed to them by a little teenaged gay cheerleader (who also just happened to practice two different forms of martial arts). Frankie remembered the racket from when Preston threw and pinned Adam Kinney, and then rubbed salt in the wounds by telling him that he didn’t need to worry because “gay men can’t stand the taste of pussy”. He called Kinney “Officer Pussycat” for the rest of the year.

That little incident had probably done more to win the hearts of the City of Rountree Police Department than any of the anti-discrimination policies PK and Frankie had instituted over the years since Preston came out.

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John had engineered this meeting between the daughters of their two friends, while his wife was away on holiday. Kate was a tall, slender brunette with long legs and pert breasts. She was nineteen and slightly shy for her age, but extremely pretty in jeans and a cropped t-shirt, that slightly exposed her flat stomach. She didn’t have a bra on as her breasts were small enough not to need one, and she secretly fancied John and hoped that he would see her nipples showing through. Briony was eighteen, shorter, but also brunette. Her breasts were larger and stood proudly out from her body, covered in a trendy clingy black cotton dress, with a black bra and thong underneath.

Both girls were sitting expectantly in the lounge sipping their drinks, not realising that they were being filmed as they sat beside the fire on a large cream rug.

John came into the room and gave the girls a box of chocolates to share. “Why don’t you try these chocolates? I’ll just be in the kitchen for a few minutes, so sit back and enjoy the fire together.” He said. The girls chose different chocolates, Briony liked the soft centred ones while Kate liked toffee.

As they sat with their drinks they stared into the fire. John came back into the room and turned on the Sky box, tuning to an adult channel that was showing a lesbian film.

Kate said “I can’t see the fuss about this sort of film” but Briony said “Oh, I think we should watch a bit and see if we learn anything!”. She had never kissed a girl before and wanted to see how it was done.

The girls on the screen were sticking out their tongues and wrestling with the other’s tongue.

Briony, feeling adventurous, said to Kate “we could try that couldn’t we, after all Lindsay Lohan looks pretty hot kissing other girls doesn’t she??” Kate thought about it and then surprised herself by leaning over to Briony and kissing her gently on the lips – with her mouth closed at first. After she tasted Briony’s strawberry lip gloss she decided to take things further and kissed more passionately, opening her lips and gently pushing the tip of her tongue into Briony’s mouth.

Briony started thinking about other places on her body for Kate to stick the tip of her tongue.

As they sat kissing Briony let her index finger run down Kate’s arm, and then back up to her shoulder. When Kate didn’t react she ran her finger down across Kate’s collar bone and down the shadow between her breasts. Being more playful she hooked her fingertip over the round wide collar of Kate’s t-shirt and dragged it down between her breasts until Kate’s right nipple appeared. Briony then pulled away from Kate’s kisses and knelt down to kiss Kate’s exposed small brown nipple.

Kate couldn’t believe what was happening. She was enjoying the sensation of her nipple getting hard under the pressure of the younger girl’s kisses, but she had never had any lesbian desire before.

Part of Kate’s mind said she should stop this and the rest said let it go on. She whispered “where do you think John is? We’ll be in trouble if he finds us like this.” Briony stopped kissing Kate’s nipple and replied “Shall I stop then, aren’t you enjoying this?”

Kate thought for a moment and said “I can’t believe I’m letting you kiss my body, but it feels so good I don’t want it to stop”.

At that moment, John, who was of course watching everything on his laptop shouted through “I’ll be back through in a few minutes girls. I’ve got to go and chop some more logs for the fire”.

Briony said “We’re fine then aren’t we?”. She used the opportunity to start kissing Kate again and this time she ran the slender fingers of her right hand, which were so skilled on the piano, over Kate’s stomach and up her chest, under the pink cropped t-shirt. As she reached Kate’s left breast she could feel the hard nipple and gently squeezed it between her finger and thumb. It got even harder so she rolled her finger around it, all the while continuing to kiss Kate’s soft lips.

Kate was turned on by the kisses and caresses. She instinctively responded by running her left hand along Briony’s exposed right leg.

Both girls had forgotten all about John, and the movie, as they kissed and touched each other for the first time. The film was still running though and the sounds of passion coming from the screen were having a subliminal effect on both girls.

Kate ran her hand under the hem of Briony’s dress, over the firm thigh of a girl who loved swimming. She let her fingers roam over Briony’s ass and down the back of her right thigh, until she could feel intense warmth from between Briony’s thighs. “Wow” she thought, “I’m turning Briony on as much as she is doing to me”.

Both girls were moist between their legs now and neither had any intention of stopping the fun. Kate slid her hand down the back of Briony’s leg and then rested it on Briony’s left knee. Briony took the hint and parted her legs. She wanted to see how far Kate would go with this sex game.

Meanwhile Briony’s Casibom fingers were still caressing Kate’s breasts. Kate could hear the moans from the TV in her ears and this encouraged her to run her hand up the inside of Briony’s left thigh, until she again reached the top and could feel a hot, slightly damp panel of silky material on the front of Briony’s thong.

Kate’s mind was slightly confused as there was no springiness behind the material. Kate was a girl who only trimmed her pubes and didn’t yet know that Briony shaved herself entirely for comfort and excitement during her swimming sessions. Kate let her fingers run around the edge of Briony’s thong, where it lay in the crease at the top of her thigh. She found the top edge of the skimpy knickers and, hesitantly, pulled them down an inch at the front. When there was no reaction from Briony she pulled them down further.

Briony couldn’t believe how excited she was. Here she was, sitting on the floor of John’s lounge, in front of the fire, kissing a girl and touching each other sexually. She lifted her right leg and put her foot farther away, with the knee lifted, so that Kate would have easier access to her steaming pussy, barely hidden behind the rapidly lowering thong.

Kate again moved her fingers lower, dragging Briony’s thong lower down over her prominent pubic bone. Briony was trembling with excitement. She nervously waited for the moment that Kate’s fingers would reach her wet pussy. “What will she do?” wondered Briony.

She didn’t have long to wait. Scarcely believing what she was doing Kate pushed her fingers down inside Briony’s damp thong until she felt the top of Briony’s slit. Briony’s clitoris was hidden inside its hood, but it was engorged with blood and sensitive to the slightest touch. It responded to the feel of Kate’s gentle fingers and made Briony sigh with passion, releasing the breath she’d been unconsciously holding in waiting for this moment.

Kate couldn’t get her fingers much lower as they were pointing downwards and Briony’s thong was bunched too tight to let her push down any further. So she twisted her wrist so that her finger tips were pointing upwards and this gave her enough freedom to be able to push deeper into Briony’s wet panties.

The girls were still kissing, but just locked onto one another’s lips at this point. Neither one was concentrating on tongue wrestling. Briony had to release Kate’s nipple as she needed both hands free to move again to help Kate get into her knickers.

Briony shifted her ass forwards so that her pelvis was tilted upwards and she rested on her elbows. Her nipples were hard as rubber, despite still being enclosed in the slinky black bra she’d worn under the figure exposing dress that she’d worn to tease John with.

Kate slid higher and this gave her the perfect angle to get her hand fully down into Briony’s panties. She also had her head above Briony’s as they kissed so she felt in a dominant position as she pushed her fingers lower into Briony’s secret place. As she touched lower and lower she realised there was no pubic hair at all. All she could feel were Briony’s secretions coating first her pussy lips and then Kate’s fingers.

Briony was steaming by now and her breathing was getting shallow as she lay there panties half off.

Kate decided she wanted to see a naked pussy so she suddenly pulled her hand away from Briony’s pussy and sat up saying “Briony, you’ve got no pubes, you naughty girl!” in a mischievous voice. Briony replied “I do it for swimming. It makes it more comfortable with my swimsuit but I have to confess sometimes I let the suit ride up between my legs, which makes me feel almost as good as you’re making me feel right now”. Briony desperately didn’t want things to stop at this moment.

Kate said “I’ve never seen a shaved pussy before. I can’t believe I’ve had my fingers touching yours but not even seen it!”

“I’ll change that for you” said Briony as she sat up and reaching for the hem of her dress hitched it up until it completely exposed her slender legs and tangled thong. Looking down she said “Oh dear, looks as if I’ll need to take those off and wash them myself. Imagine if my Mum found my juices smeared all over them. She’d wonder whether John was being a bad man!.”

Kate had a better idea “I want the honour of de-thonging you!” she whispered in Briony’s ear. “Go ahead, you may remove my panties” replied Briony, getting into the game.

With this Kate leaned over the lean thighs and hooked her forefingers into either side of Briony panties. Briony helped by lifting her ass into the air slightly and Kate began pulling them down. At first the damp material was caught between Briony’s pussy lips but then it slid down, revealing to Kate the most beautiful sight she could imagine. A wet pussy, with plump labia and a large clit hood, hiding a special prize. Kate knew from her biology studies how each part worked. What she had never considered was the desire side, rather than Casibom Giriş the mechanics.

Briony’s slid her legs together slightly so that her panties could continue their journey down over her knees and down to her ankles. Finally they were off and Briony slid her right knee away from its neighbour once more. As she did so Kate could see the pussy lips separate slightly, with a glisten of moisture appearing from within Briony’s cave.

“Briony, you are de-thonged” said Kate, holding the damp thong in her left hand like a prize. She inspected the gusset and said “I can’t believe that I’ve made you this wet”.

“Well, perhaps I’d better check you over too” replied Briony. “All I’ve done so far is touch your breast and have your nipples push against my fingers.”

“Where do you think John is though?” answered Kate, worried about what would happen if she were caught at this moment with Briony lying exposed on the floor and her knickers in Kate’s hand.

“I know” said Briony. “Let’s go and find him and say you don’t feel so good after drinking the wine and that you need to lie down in a bedroom to rest for a while. I’ll offer to look after you up there – if you know what I mean!” and she winked for effect.

“Good idea, where do you want to put these panties?” said Kate. “In my bag over there” replied Briony as she stood up, pulling her clingy dress back down over her thighs.

John was watching from the kitchen and quickly pushed down the screen of his laptop. He opened the back door and picked up the basket of logs that he’d cut earlier in the day as a prop.

“Oh, there you are girls. I was starting to feel bad for abandoning you for so long. Have you been amusing yourselves with the film?” he asked innocently.

“We have” said Briony, “but now Kate’s not feeling so well. It must be the effect of the wine and the hot fire”.

“Yes, you both have flushed faces” replied John, knowing the true cause of that redness on their cheeks.

“Do you think Kate should lie down somewhere quiet then?” he asked.

“That’s what I was going to suggest” said Briony, “Do you have a bedroom she could lie in?”

“Of course, use the second bedroom, the bed is freshly made up and it’s nice and cosy in there”. John naturally had installed a camera in that bedroom, in fact he’d put in two. A daylight one, and a second that showed infra red images, just in case the girls made out in the dark.

Both were connected to his laptop remotely so he could zoom and focus on whatever he wanted, and what he desperately wanted now was to see these two girls take their passion to another level.

Kate leaned on Briony as they stood in the kitchen and Briony took the hint and said “I’ll help Kate upstairs and stay with her for a while to make sure she’s ok”. With that the girls turned to walk slowly out of the kitchen to the stairs, with John following.

As they got to the bedroom Kate just flopped onto the bed. Briony paused by the door and John took the chance to put his hand on her back and slid it down over her ass, feeling the firmness underneath. Briony said “Isn’t that a bit inappropriate, after all you’re married, your wife’s away and you’re touching my bottom?”

“I expect you’re right” he replied “but people do inappropriate things sometimes, don’t they young lady? Anyway where’s the harm in a light hand running over your bottom?”

Briony wondered whether John knew about the sexy game the girls had been playing earlier. She dismissed the thought as she was keen to start again in the bedroom.

“I think you should try to get Kate to lie down, and loosen her clothes to cool her down” suggested John. “Okay, good idea” replied Briony.

With that Briony helped Kate into the bedroom and sat her on the bed.

“Did you hear what John suggested?” asked Briony.

“Yes, I did. We should take his advice don’t you think?” replied Kate with a smile on her face. She laid herself flat on her back on the bed.

Briony leaned over and grasped the top on Kate’s low slung jeans, undoing the top button and then sliding down the zip. She could see the top of a pair of pink cotton panties.

Then she pushed up Kate’s t-shirt to reveal her flat stomach and eventually the bottom edge of her breasts. Kate lifted herself up leaning on her elbows and Briony pushed the t-shirt higher, bunching it under Kate’s armpits, so that her breasts were fully exposed. Briony said “Oh, they are lovely, especially your little pink nipples. I think they need some attention!”

With that she leaned over and kissed Kate’s right nipple, sucking it into her mouth, which caused a shiver of delight to run through Kate. Briony kissed and sucked both of Kate’s hardened nipples for a few minutes, enjoying the knowledge that she was turning Kate on again.

Kate’s mind drifted away to think about John touching her in the same way that Briony was. Then she turned her attention to Briony’s body again and started to run her left hand up and Casibom Güncel Giriş down Briony’s thighs again, just letting her fingertips lightly touch the smooth skin.

As she did this Briony continued to switch her attention from breast to breast but she also moved her right hand up Kate’s right leg, trying to mirror Kate’s actions on her thighs. She reached the top of Kate’s jeans and pushed her fingers harder into the crease of material between Kate’s thighs.

She couldn’t really work out where Kate’s pussy started and she explored higher with her fingers, moving them up over the open zip and onto Kate’s panties. Then she pushed her fingertips down into the gap between Kate’s jeans and panties. As she did so she could feel the springiness beneath her fingers that told her Kate had pubes covering her pussy.

She moved her fingers lower into the hot tight space until she felt dampness on her fingertips. Kate shivered as she felt Briony’s fingers touch her most secret place, she imagined John’s fingers touching her there, exciting her, bringing her to orgasm.

Briony was so caught up in what she was doing that she was hardly aware of Kate’s fingers reaching her naked pussy, exposed between her parted thighs. Kate touched Briony’s puffy lips and tentatively felt between them, first with just her index finger, then deeper and using her forefinger too. She parted the wet lips further, revelling in the wetness that exuded over her fingers. She knew she was really turning Briony on by the soft moans that started coming from Briony’s mouth.

Briony couldn’t get her hand much further into Kate’s jeans, so she suddenly pulled back and said “Kate, you seem pretty hot in your jeans, shall I help take them off?”

“Well I am pretty hot, so perhaps I’d better undress a bit more?” replied Kate.

John decided to zoom in the camera for a close-up of Kate’s crotch.

So Briony knelt on the bed beside Kate and grabbed hold of the sides of her jeans. She started to pull them down over Kate’s slim hips until she could see a damp patch on the skimpy pink panties. “Hmm” she thought, “I’ve got Kate really wet”.

Briony then shifted down the bed and took hold of the bottom of Kate’s jeans so that she could easily pull them off. She lifted Kate’s legs in the air as she did so, unknowingly giving John a great view of Kate’s knickers covering her wet pussy.

As the jeans came off Kate stretched her legs out on the bed. She put her hands over her crotch and closed her eyes. Briony was slightly confused by this, but decided to start kissing Kate’s mouth and take her time exploring Kate’s body.

Briony took a moment to remove her clingy dress, sliding it from the bottom upwards over her head. Then, wearing only her bra she laid beside Kate again.

Kate lay there hearing the rustling of Briony removing her dress and then felt Briony’s lips on hers. She was unsure about whether she should go further with their sexy antics, but at the same time she didn’t want to stop.

Briony and Kate tongue wrestled for several minutes, neither teenager touching the other. They were though, both getting more sexually aroused and Briony being the slightly more adventurous girl started to run her fingers up and down Kate’s stomach and breasts. Kate loved the feeling of a girl touching her breasts and squeezing her nipples.

As each sweep of Briony’s hand went high onto Kate’s nipples, so the down sweeps went lower and lower, first to her belly button, then half way to the edge of her low cut panties, then touching the edge of her panties. “Here goes” thought Briony as she slid her fingertips down under the edge of Kate’s pink panties. She kept kissing Kate hard so that Kate would hopefully not stop her fingers from roaming downwards.

Kate was on fire so she had no plan to stop anything. Briony’s middle finger reached the top of Kate’s crease and she could feel the clitoral hood slide past as she explored lower and reached Kate’s damp outer lips. Kate unconsciously moved her left leg to give Briony more room to explore. Briony then pushed her fingertips all the way to the bottom of Kate’s pussy lips, searching for an entrance to the wet lips.

Then suddenly her index finger was inside Kate’s pussy. Briony regularly touched herself so she hoped that Kate would like what she did. First she gently slid her finger in and out of Kate’s cunt, smearing Kate’s juices over it. Then she pulled her finger out and felt higher for Kate’s clit, hidden inside its hood. Kate could hardly breathe, she was so turned on by Briony’s fingers.

Briony teased Kate’s hood until her clit emerged, hard and red, filled with blood. Kate was so aroused she moaned into Briony’s mouth. Briony knew then that she had control and that Kate liked the same stimulation that she did.

Briony knew how sensitive her own clit was so she made sure not to press too hard or for long on Kate’s.

Kate needed a moment’s break so she reached down for her panties and started to push them off. Of course she couldn’t get them off totally lying flat on the bed so she left them half way down her thighs, stretched across the gap. Briony took hold of the panties and swept them down over Kate’s knees and off past her ankles.

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