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We were supposed to meet at her house for one o’clock for my Reiki session. Looking at my watch I knew it was a little earlier then planned but figured since I’d done all the running around I needed to do I would go anyway. What is a half an hour early anyway I thought, Faith won’t mind, she never has before. I am one of those people who is perpetually early or bang on time, usually on the early side and people have pretty much come to expect it.

I walked up the steps and knocked on the door and waited, trying to be patient but it was cold outside and I am not one who enjoys the cold at all. Wiggling from one foot to another in an attempt to keep warm, the snow swirling around me on the exposed front porch, I peaked in a window to see if anyone was coming to the door…nothing.

Knowing the doorbell didn’t work and figuring Faith was in the rear of the house, probably doing laundry and didn’t hear the knock, I opened the door and let myself in. This was not unusual either; we had both done it at each others homes many times over the years.

Calling out the usual hello, hearing my voice echo back at me, I expected a reply but got a simple silence, not even the dogs came to greet me which actually made me uneasy. Where on earth could everyone be, she was expecting me soon anyway and the dogs were always running around yipping about whenever anyone came in the house.

Calling again and receiving the same non-reply I began to grow worried, just a little really but still concerned. I was thinking maybe she had just taken the dogs for a walk and would be back anytime now or perhaps they were out in the yard and that would explain why she had not heard the door. I made my way through the kitchen and looked out the side sliding door, where the deck and part of the side yard and driveway were visible.

Seeing nothing I continued my journey through the house, down the four stairs to the lower level and to the back sliding door. This one had a view of the entire back yard, covered with a light dusting of snow, but not even a faded footprint from one of the dogs. This was getting really weird now.

I really shouldn’t have been wandering about I guess, but I had been here many times and it felt more like my own house then a friends. Starting back to the stairs, with the intention of just going to plop myself on the couch and wait for her return, I heard a “bump” that sounded like it had come from the back bedroom. Knowing that room belonged to her son, the border had moved out last year, I went down the all and knocked on the door. He should be in school right now and if he was bagging he was going to catch hell for it.

“Mitch?” I called through the door. No answer, no more bumps, nothing. Opening Casibom the door I looked in and called his name again, saw only his unmade bed and a few clothes on the floor as is typical of a teenager. Maybe the cat was locked in his room or something and had made the noise.

Leaving the door open for the skittish Whiskey, I went back to the stairs. “Bump, ooof!” There it was again, in the laundry room. Ok, so my initial thought was right, she was down doing laundry.

Opening the door and walking into the room her name died on my lips as the dogs came rushing over to me and began to jump at me in their happiness to see me. Ok I was now wondering what the hell was going on. Why were the dogs locked up in the laundry room?

Pushing Cody down before he did the same to me I walked away telling them to stay but leaving the door open. Cobalt gave me his sad eyed stare almost as if to say “but you just got here!”

I ascended the stairs, back into the kitchen and stood still, listening. Finally I heard some of the soft music Faith used in her Reiki sessions coming from the top of the stairs, and what sounded like water running. On my way up I noticed it was a little dim in the overcast of the day but that didn’t bother me so I didn’t even turn on a light.

Heading in the direction of the “Reiki” room and the music I said to the walls “Faith, It’s Katy, I am a bit early but…” I stopped speaking as I realized the shower was running and she wouldn’t hear me anyway. With a chuckle to myself for being so silly and worrying I opened the bathroom door, once again intending to call out and let her know I was here.

The sight that I saw at that moment will forever be burned in my memory…it was absolutely breathtaking. I had been in this bathroom only a couple of times as mostly we just used the lower one for it’s convenience so I had completely forgotten it had the clear glass shower door. Seeing Faith totally naked was not new to me, but seeing her masturbating in the shower was.

Now I had known for quite some time that I was bi-curious but had done very little about it. Faith held always had an attraction for me with her large breasts and hips yet a tiny waist. Shoulder length hair, usually a honey brown shade, had change little over the years and its softness always intrigued me.

Faith leaned up against the shower wall, one leg propped on the side of the tub displaying her pussy to the door I had just walked through. She didn’t even notice that I had come in she was so lost in her moment of passion.

It was hot in the room, steamy from the shower that had obviously been going on for a bit and the mirror above the sink was fogged but the shower doors remained completely Casibom Giriş clear, as was their design to do.

I could see the soap still on her nipples and sides of her full breasts, tracing a path down her slim belly and down the leg that stood on the floor of the tub. I could see her head thrown back under the spray of water that was gliding it’s way down that slim sexy body. And I could see her belly button ring, the little diamond swaying back and forth with the motion of her hips as she fucked herself with two fingers of one hand and the other flicked at her clit.

I knew I should leave, wanted to really, but I couldn’t. The sight before me was just so fucking hot. My pussy was getting wet just looking at her, watching her pleasure herself.

The heat of the shower had made her skin a pale shade of pink where the faded tan did not reach in her bathing suit, on her mouth watering tits and her succulent looking pussy, now receiving 3 fingers in her frustrated attempt to reach orgasm. She looked almost like she was on the very edge and it still kept eluding her.

I’d had the same issue from time to time and knew just how it felt to be so close but unable to cum, to fall over that edge from suspended bliss to complete sensation.

I watched Faith’s face as she struggled to cum, wanting it so bad she could just about get to the edge but then for unknown reasons was drawn back.

I had worn a simple tracksuit for our Reiki session, since I found it the easiest to relax in, and in a split second I had it off along with my underwear. With a deep breath, and a little hesitation I opened the glass door.

Faith had known of my curiosity for years, but not of my interest in her. She was an admitted bisexual and had been with women before, as I had not. Maybe it was for this reason she seemed a little shocked at my entrance to her shower at first, and then as I touched her breasts she relaxed. Leaning into me she placed a kiss on my mouth and in her honey like voice said a simple, “Hi Katy.”

I smiled at her and said nothing. I don’t know if my voice would have worked at the time over the pounding of my heart, I was scared but so exhilarated at the same time. I wanted this, I wanted her, I always had and now was my chance.

Even in my inexperience I knew instinctively what to do. I began to run my hands over her gloriously tight tummy, up on to both her tits at the same time. Pinching her nipples lightly to make them stand hard I bent my head to one and began to suck.

I was in heaven. The feel of her tit in my mouth was something I had been missing, I knew it now, I liked it…a lot. Flicking my tongue around and over her nipple as I sucked, listening to her Casibom Güncel Giriş moans of pleasure, I could feel the wetness of my own pussy already and it had nothing at all to do with the water from the shower.

Faith held my head to her breast, loving the feel of my mouth on her as much as I did I think. Taking my hand she placed it on the little nub of her clit within the folds of her pussy. I could feel the heat radiating from her at my touch; her breathing grew faster as I moved my finger to the opening of her wet pussy.

Feeling bolder now, as she had definitely accepted my being there, seemed quite pleased about it in fact, I went to my knees and kissed first her belly, twirled my tongue around that sparkly diamond and then placed my mouth to her clit. I wanted to taste her, to know her intimately, to know what it was like to be with the woman I had secretly lusted after for years.

I can’t really explain the actual taste of her other then to say ambrosia. I could smell the sweet scent of her pussy mixed with the body wash she had used and together they tasted so good I felt like I could do this for hours. I don’t really know if this was just my desire for her over the years or if this was the way it would be with any woman, she has only ever been the one.

I flicked my tongue over her clit, sucked it gently at first then a little harder. Noticing her wincing I thought at first it was too much and backed off until she whispered “Harder…”

I knew I liked it myself when my partner was quite insistent in his tongue action and the harder he sucked the better I felt so I applied this knowledge now to Faith. She reacted violently, only in pleasure rather then pain. I could see my mouth around her clit was just what she needed…it was what I had needed.

My tongue traveled down to her hole and darted inside, tasting the faintest hint of her juices as they began to build. Fucking her pussy with my tongue, faster and faster until she was moving her hips in a motion opposite of mine and grinding her pussy into my face. I almost instinctively knew she was ready to cum as her pussy started contracting around my tongue and I could feel her clit swell in my mouth.

In an instant I had two fingers inside her, fucking her, making her juices cover my hand as she began to cum freely, finally. Continuing to suck her clit with a pleasure all my own I looked up at her. Watching her face as she came, her head thrown back under the spray of the shower again, knowing it was my touch that gave her so much pleasure was absolutely incredible, an experience I will never forget.

I had been able to do what she had not alone. The amount of satisfaction I actually got from this was amazing. The reaction of her cumming on my hand, feeling her pussy squeeze my fingers, her facial expression as she was able to go over that edge to bliss and the knowledge of what it was like to finally be with her was too much for me, I actually came myself.

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I moved into my first flat the summer before I started Uni and by sheer luck I was the only one there for about a month. My other flatmates, whose rich parents were footing their bills, were still away with families for summer holidays leaving me a whole house to jack off in. Because honestly, that’s really all I wanted to do. I mean I was 19 and horny as hell, not to mention I shared a room with my little brother right up to moving out and masturbating was always a frustrating affair that often left me unsatisfied as I quickly tried to stuff my dick back into my pants before someone came in without knocking.

I had been fucking my girlfriend at her house which helped let off some steam, but she’d broken up with me as summer started to find herself to find someone more serious. She wanted someone more mature, she said, someone who had a future. It didn’t really bother me. I liked Jen, but I could live just as easily without her. I’d spent the summer at the gym instead of fucking her and was starting to really fill out. It was probably a good thing she’d left me, I thought as I watched myself in the mirror. I was starting to look really good.

I compared myself against the other guys I saw in there. There was a core group of us who attended almost daily. We never spoke, but we exchanged nods and watched carefully to see who could improve the most. I definitely stepped up my game seeing how weak my bench press was to theirs. I played rugby and never skipped leg day so my quads were decent but I always thought I lacked a bit of upper body strength. I would watch, fascinated, as the other guys would perform lifts. I liked to watch their muscles contract and their veins pop out. I even started to sport a semi sometimes. I thought it was just the adrenaline. No one could tell, or if they could no one minded. We were all just here to work out.

Yeah I know. He wairangi ahau. I’m kind of a dumbass.

—-

It’s kinda gross but I’ll be honest. I couldn’t keep my fucking hands of myself in the flat. I was just horny all the time, and there was nothing stopping me from watching porn while I made myself dinner or did the laundry. I started with pretty average porn. Maybe I found myself searching for more muscled men, but I just liked the aesthetic.

I noticed when I had hit upon a particularly hot muscled stud I wasn’t even watching the woman anymore, just the huge guy plowing her. I blushed as I came, watching his abs clench as he lost control. I looked in the mirror. It had never really occurred to me that I liked men. I mean, I dated women. We did all the things couples did. I’d always checked out guys but I thought I just did it in a checking out the competition kind of way. But maybe I was wrong.

After I worked out the next day I lubed up and tried something different. I couldn’t see any reason not to try gay porn, no one was around to make fun of me and if it worked it worked. I clicked on pretty much the first link I saw that made my dick twitch- muscled stud takes twink, I dunno, something like that. The video was 30mins or so but to my surprise I blew my load about ten minutes in.

Fuck me.

I’d never been a quick shoot, kinda the opposite actually. I lasted hours with Jen. It used to annoy her that I could make her cum a few times and sometimes wouldn’t even finish myself. At the time I just thought I was that good, but it was starting to become obvious it wasn’t my natural prowess.

As I lay there panting covered in my own cum I gently teased my nipples. Huh. Ok. Well I wasn’t quite ready to call myself gay but even I could admit I was into men.

This immediately made the gym trickier to navigate. I had always stared absentmindedly at the other guys but now I knew I wanted to fuck them I felt weird about it. I tried to focus on music instead, and count the tiles on the wall, I even tried watching Parliament TV as I worked out- I thought maybe the dull content would quell my raging desire. Inevitably though my eyes would start to drift and I would find myself watching someone, admiring them, and starting to grow hard. It was a nightmare.

My stamina wasn’t improving either. I thought masturbating a lot was meant to make you last longer but I was finding the opposite. Since I’d discovered I liked dick I’d been cumming faster and faster. It made me nervous, I wasn’t sure if I could last in real life. I usually came within five minutes now, but I had shot even faster. Luckily I was ready to go again pretty quick, and I could keep doing that for a couple of hours if I felt like it. It was kind of fascinating how much watching men plough each other turned me on. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t realised it earlier.

—-

Eventually I noticed a guy watching me at the gym. It wasn’t the aimless staring I had been doing, he was intensely watching, eyebrows raised. He grinned as I caught his eyes and sauntered over to me.

“Hey kid.” He said. I was in the middle of a deadlift and I grunted as I lowered the bar.

“What’s up?” I bakire porno wiped the sweat off my face and tried to seem nonchalant.

“Seen you in here a bit.” He said.

“Yeah I’m in most days.” I avoided his eyes as I shook my arms out and reached for the bar again. He stopped me, touching me gently at the hips.

“You want to turn your hips in a bit.” He said, directing me.

“Uh. Thanks.” I stuttered. He slowly moved his hand down my thigh and squeezed it.

“You’re causing a bit of unnecessary stress here.” He looked up at me and I blinked uneasily. He smirked. “I’ve seen you watching me.” He said. I felt my face grow red and my throat go dry.

“I … I … uh…”

“It’s ok.” He patted my thigh gently. “No harm in looking.” I swallowed. “Some of the guys will mind though. You should think about being a bit more discreet. Maybe try Grindr.” I cleared my throat, still blushing.

“Is it that obvious?” I said quietly. He shrugged.

“To me, yeah.” I tried to shake the tension out of my shoulders. “Don’t worry about it kid. It’s flattering. A young thing like you checking out men twice his age. I just thought you might not know there’s a whole scene out there. You don’t have to get your kicks at the gym.” I nodded.

“I guess I should uhhh… be a bit more careful..” He shrugged.

“Unless you want old guys like me perving on you as you get changed.” He muttered, rubbing my shoulders and easing some of the tension. I could feel myself growing hard, and I wished I’d worn something other than sweatpants. They were hiding nothing. He noticed and smiled. “Maybe that is what you want?” We made eye contact in the mirror and he raised his eyebrows questioningly.

“Maybe.” I said eventually. He smiled and patted me on the back.

“What’s your name kid?”

“Jack.”

“Mitch.” He said. “I’m a personal trainer here. I’ll give you my card.” He disappeared and found a business card which he gave to me with a squeeze of my shoulders.

The rest of my workout was fucked- I was too worked up. I didn’t even bother showering, just biked home and threw myself on my bed with my hand down my pants. I imagined Mitch, and the other guys at the gym watching me shower, admiring my physique and the semi that I almost always sported now. My dick was pretty decent. It hung down roughly four inches totally soft and grew to 6-7ish hard. It was girthy and veiny. I’d always been pretty proud of myself. I squeezed my balls as I imagined Mitch kneeling before me, getting me really hard with his mouth before turning around and presenting me with his- shit. I grunted as I came. I was even cumming prematurely in my fantasies now.

I lay in bed, gently touching my body and waiting for my dick to wake up again. I wanted to imagine diving into Mitch’s arse, fucking him with a hand on his back to keep him steady for me. I took a shower, playing with myself until I became erect again. I started the fantasy later this time. I was already deep inside him and he was moaning my name. He was my bitch. He looked over his shoulder at the young stud with his cock seven inches deep and bit his lip. I smacked his arse on his muscled cheek.

“Arch your fucking back, karihika.” I ordered. He obeyed me with a moan. He loved being told what to do by a cocky young stud-

Albeit a cocky young stud who couldn’t control himself. I whined as my dick started shooting again. I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me. I finished my shower, still horny, and changed into a t- shirt and jeans. The friction on my dick was annoying, but I had to stop wanking at some point. I tried to ignore my aching balls and get on with housework, I wanted to make sure the place wasn’t a total mess when the guys arrived again. As soon as the house looked ok I sat in the living room and downloaded Grindr, playing with myself through my pants.

I set myself up with a fairly honest profile. I did think about hiding my face, or lying about who I was but I figured the worst that could happen was someone who knew me found me. Which just meant that they were also on Grindr thirsting, so really who gave a shit. Besides, if I was gay I’d have to come out eventually. Wellington is a pretty liberal city, no one I knew would care- although they might be a bit surprised. I shuffled my pants down a bit as I started chatting to people. Mostly the conversations were inane. Hi. U horny? I want to fuck ur ass. I rolled my eyes, but it was the most stimulation I had from anything other than my own hand and imagination recently so I kept at it.

Eventually a profile I was into messaged me. Kieran was twice my age, and toned like a swimmer, slim and hairless. He was taller than me and his dick was bigger, which for some reason I really liked. I wondered if I might be into getting fucked after all but I closed my eyes and all I wanted to do was rip his arse in two. His profile said bottom. Mine said top. Match made in heaven right?

We started chatting brazzers about music- he’d spotted my flatmates guitar in the background and asked if I played. Not well, I admitted, but I can serenade you with Santeria if I’m drunk enough. He joked about getting me drunk and retracted it, saying I was so young he would drink me into a coma without realising it. I felt a little affronted, but I admitted it sort of turned me on that he was older. I didn’t even know why. He told me it was because I was a cocky young stud trying to prove I was on top of the world. I paused.

Maybe.

I said.

Although, I feel like I gotta be honest here dude.

??

I only worked out that I’m into men a couple of weeks ago- and my dick kind of went crazy.

You’re young dude, it’s natural to masturbate a lot.

Na it’s not that- although, yeah, that… I uh. I don’t really last long these days.

I grew really hot as I typed the words. Fuck, I was blowing my chance with this hot piece of meat before we had even got started. No one wants a fucking premature ejaculator. Especially not one who claims to be a top. Kieran didn’t reply for a minute and I tried to walk away from my phone, make a cup of tea or some real food even- but my eyes were glued to the screen. I needed to know.

Lol.

He said

You’re young, you can work on your stamina. Besides… It’s kind of hot when a guy can’t control himself.

Ha ha. Is it?

Yeah dude. The biggest compliment I ever got was when a guy blew his load before he was inside me.

My dick grew rock hard.

Can I come over?

I sent it before I could think about it. What was the worst that could happen? He said no? Or he said yes and I get murdered and my dumb face was plastered across the news, and my parents had to be told by the police I was a fucking idiot who went out to fuck a man I didn’t know because I was horny and bored with my hand. He didn’t say no. He sent me his phone number.

Call me

I dialled immediately. He picked up after a couple of rings.

“Kieran here.”

“Hey it’s uh- Jack- from-“

“Oh hey kid.” I blushed. I guess being 19 you get a lot of ‘kid’ but I wasn’t used to it. His voice was gentle, a little lilting. He sounded gay I guess, in a way I didn’t. “So I want you to fuck me.” He started. I touched my dick and quickly pulled away, I didn’t want to cum while on the phone to this stud. “But you know, as the one with his brain functioning, I think maybe you should meet up with me in public yeah?”

“I did think that.” I said. “Sometimes I let my dick do the talking.” Kieran laughed.

“Jack off tonight Jack, let’s grab a coffee tomorrow, Cuba St Deli. 4pm. If you decide I’m not a creep or a murderer we can go back to mine.”

“I mean- a creep or a murderer probably wouldn’t be talking me through this.” I reasoned. “And I kind of want to bury my dick in your arse tonight.”

“It’s one night kid. What would your mum say?”

“She’d ask me what the hell I was having coffee with a man twice my age for when the only thing I really know about him is that he’s a drummer.” Keiran laughed again. I liked that I could make him laugh.

“She sounds like a smart woman.” He said. “Smarter than her dumbass son.”

“That’s true.”

We talked for a bit, he was a teacher although we didn’t dive into what. I told him I was starting my first year of Uni and had no idea what I was doing. We talked about my hobbies- a pretty short list at the time of gym and thrash metal. He had a little more to offer, but I loved that. I loved being a fucking big dumb jock around him. He made me feel so young, so inexperienced, and so fucking hot for him. I think he could hear my breathing growing shallower as we talked.

“You jacking off kid?” He asked.

“Uh… sort of…” I muttered.

“Alright. Hold on.” He murmured. I heard him groan. “Give me a head start.” he muttered. “If you’re such a quick shoot.” I moaned and took my hand off my dick.

“Ok, thats fair,” I said, embarrassed.

“Alright stud. I’m thinking about you. You’re at the gym, lifting weights, Bicep curls. I’m on the other side of the room. I’m watching you. Fuck, you’re so young but you can lift so much more than me. Your biceps must be three times the size of mine.”

His breathing hitched and I grinned. I knew if I so much as looked at my dick I’d blow my load, so I held my breath, with my eyes closed, listening to him talk. “You glance over at me with a cocky fucking smirk. I look away. Shit. You knew I was watching you. I feel like such a pervert, but I can’t help it. I’m hard. I glance at you. You’re hard too.” Kieran moaned and I moaned in response, lifting my hips as though I could hump the air. “You barely acknowledge me, you’re used to being watched. I can’t help it though, you’re gleaming with sweat, and I reach for my dick. I can’t believe I’m jerking myself off in the gym. I’m trying to be discreet. I close dede porno my eyes…” He moaned again. “And I feel you brush my hips with your big hands…”

“Fuck you’re so hard,” I muttered. “I can’t believe how fucking hard you are for me. And I’m not even doing anything. I guess guys like you just get really hard for my young muscled body.” Kieran started moaning on the other end, assenting. “Such a big fucking dick too. It’s bigger than mine. Such a fucking waste when all you want to do is take me up the arse.”

“Oh yes, fuck me.”

“Fuck you? Fuck the guy who’s jacking off in the corner watching me? You think you deserve my hard young dick up your arse?” I was getting really into it. I had to clench my fists not to touch myself. Even my nipples were a no go at this stage. I gritted my teeth.

“I think you’ll enjoy yourself, stud.” Kieran breathed. “I think you’re gonna like an older man like me down on his knees in front of you, spreading his cheeks…”

“Ok, dude you’re gonna have to stop.” I panted heavily. I didn’t know then it was possible to cum hands free, but if Keiran had kept going I would have. I heard him chuckle on the other end of the phone.

“You close stud?”

“Yeah I’m way too close.”

“Cum for me.” He said. “Pretend it’s my arse and you’re unloading a huge-” I grunted as I gripped my dick and wanked myself to a climax in seconds.

“Fuck. Fuck. I’m sorry.”

“Its ok” Keiran panted. “I’m not far. Just keep moaning.” I could certainly comply with that as I felt myself up, twisting my nipples and pumping the last of my cum out of my dick. He groaned on the other end of the phone as he released and we panted in synchronicity.

“So I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked eventually.

“Can’t wait. And apparently neither can you.” I could hear him smirking.

“Fuck you.” I laughed.

—

I arrived late, and I am well aware of the irony. I saw him from across the room and felt my mouth grow dry. I think that was the moment I truly knew I was gay. He was fully clothed, kind of twinky I guess, and holy shit he was hot. I couldn’t believe I’d never realised I liked men before, I was so hot for him and his sandy hair and beard.

He looked up and our eyes met. He smiled widely, and his eyes involuntarily swept over my body. I’d hit the gym- I wanted to have as much as a pump as possible. I was wearing a Slayer t-shirt that Jen had bought me- slightly too small now, which I knew. I liked the way my muscles looked underneath. I strode over to him and sat down, brushing my hair off my face.

“Jack.” He said. “Hi.”

“Hey dude.” I smiled nervously. A waiter showed up with water for us and took our coffee order. Keiran shook his head as they disappeared.

“Fucking hell, Jack. I could be your father.” I grinned at him and allowed my eyes to wander over his body. He was dressed in a white mandarin collar shirt and a cardigan. His jeans were exceptionally tight, showing off his calves. I shrugged.

“Well. Apart from the fact you’re not Maori. You know I think that might be my type.” Kieran raised his eyebrows at me questioningly. “An older guy thirsty for a dumb kid like me.” I clarified. Kieran laughed and leant back.

“You’re very sure of yourself.” He said.

“Not really.” I admitted. “But I know what I’m working with. You gotta play to your strengths.”

“Well your strengths are pretty obvious.” He grinned. “What are your weaknesses?” I felt my face grow red.

“I uh… think you got a sneak peak of that last night.” I mumbled. Keiran chuckled.

“That’s right.” He said.

Our coffee arrived and I avoided his eye as I sipped on it and burnt my tongue. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.” He said. I looked up at him.

“You’re cute and you don’t even need to be embarrassed.” I replied. He rolled his eyes. “Too saccharine?”

“Big word.”

“I’m not a total moron.” I grinned at him. “So I think I’ve decided you aren’t going to murder me.”

“You didn’t take a lot of convincing.”

“I never do.” I sipped on my coffee again and rubbed his calf with my foot. He closed his eyes briefly in pleasure. I sighed as I looked at him. If he didn’t mind my dumb dick he might be ok with anything.

“Hey Keiran.’ I said. He opened his eyes and looked at me. “I just think you should know, I don’t want to fuck this up but… I’m a virgin.” Kieran blinked and looked me up and down again. “I mean, I’ve had sex with women- but you- this…” I trailed off. “I feel like I’m a fucking virgin again man, I don’t know what I’m doing.” I admitted. He smiled slowly.

“You have no idea how hot that is, do you?” I blushed again and laughed.

“I feel so embarrassed. But I wanna do this.” I looked at him. He put down his coffee. We held eye contact for a second before we both began to stand up to leave together. I reached for my wallet but he placed a firm arm on mine.

“It’s ok kid. I’m on salary.” I felt my ears grew a little pink but I kind of liked him taking control. He smirked as I nodded and let him pick up the coffee. The cashier’s eyes flickered between us. I mean, we didn’t look anything alike with my dark, stocky build and Kieran’s sandy hair and lithe body. He raised an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.

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She might have heard the weak sputtering cries for help if she hadn’t been crying out herself. Lydia was fighting for her breath. She wanted to move, to get out from underneath him, to gain the ascendance, but Pepe was just too young, virile, heavily muscled, powerful, and determined for her. Idiotically, Lydia thought about the bed of ferns that was being crushed in the small grove of trees surrounding the walking path beyond the pool patio. She worried what the gardeners would think when they came the next day to groom the grounds and found the ferns trampled and bruised and torn.

But then she had something else to think about, as Pepe thrust his hips and entered her deeply with a hard, throbbing cock that stretched her and filled her nearly to the limit. His pelvis was insinuated between her thighs as he fucked her missionary style. She was trying desperately to get out from underneath him, to turn him unto his back, but he would have none of it. He was Caribbean. He would have what he wanted his way. Just like his father had done.

Lydia thrust her hips up, trying to turn their sweaty, thrashing bodies, but Pepe had both of her hands trapped above her head, holding them together at the wrists in the firm grip of one hand. The other hand had her by the throat and he was squeezing, taking the air and the fight out of her.

And then he began to ride her with his cock, using the technique he must have acquired by heredity, as she remembered it so well from years past—when his father fucked her. Bringing the head of his cock out and sliding it across her clit, putting pressure on her there until he felt her jerk, and then the long slide back inside her to the hilt. Listening for the deep moan escaping her lips, her fighting for breath as he gripped her neck. Pumping her deeply, and then shallowly, rotating his cock inside her with a languid twist of his slim hips. And then the thick bulb of his jet-black cock rising out of her, dragging up to her navel and then descending again through her platinum blonde pubic hair and finding her clit. Loving her clit with circular motions, lubricating it with his precum. Waiting for the jerk and shudder of her, as she reached a higher level of passionate sensitivity. And then the slow, long dive inside her.

Lydia arched her back and cried out as Pepe let loose his grip on both her neck and her wrists and dove for her breasts with his teeth. Her long fingernails raked down Pepe’s heavily muscled back and dug into his meaty butt cheeks, moving around to his hips and trying to force his pelvis up. She continued crying out—her throaty gasps and groans drowning out the faint sounds coming from the swimming pool as Pepe began plowing her strongly and deeply and she writhed and shudder under him.

He lifted his face from his assault on the nipples of her ponderous breasts and gave her a smile and a laugh.

“Now?” he whispered in a deep-throated voice.

“Oh, god, yes, now,” Lydia cried out.

Pepe laughed again and then encased her arms between his, rose up on his knees, on either side of her hips, but only a couple of inches. Allowing the head of his dick to come out and rub across Lydia’s clit again as she gathered up her strength. His lips went to hers and she opened to him.

Then, digging the heels of her feet into the moist soil of the fern bed, Lydia wrapped her hands around Pepe’s young, slim waist and thrust her pelvis up into his, impaling herself and taking him deep inside and beginning to pump, fucking herself on his now rock-steady pole. Using him to reach all of the nooks and crannies inside her that impassioned her in ever more thunderous, closely timed waves of flow and electricity and going . . . over . . . the edge. Good. No, very good. Just . . . not . . . the same.

And as she felt her explosion coming on, reaching between Pepe’s legs and listening to his bellows of passion as she worked his balls with probing, searching fingers to bring them to an almost simultaneous climax.

Murmuring to each other, cooling down in the moist embrace of the fern bed, as Pepe caught his breath and quickly recovered his vitality and control. His lips on her nipples and the fingers of one hand prodding between her labia for her clit as his still-half-hard cock twitched inside her.

“It’s too quiet. I think we need to go back now,” Lydia whispered. “He’ll wonder why we’ve been gone so long. I just said I had something to show you in the garden.”

“And so you did,” Pepe said. And then he laughed again. His father’s easygoing, guttural laugh. Lydia had found that so disarming. It had helped coax her to open her legs to him. She had been young and naïve. And he had been Caribbean and beautiful and full of life . . . and hung.

“You’re sarışın porno supposed to be helping him in and out of the pool. He’ll be angry he’s had to get out on his own. And that no one is there to take him right inside.”

“You didn’t bring me here to play nursemaid to your old man,” Pepe said.

“No, I didn’t,” Lydia admitted.

“You brought me here for this,” Pepe said and he reached down and encircled the root of his reengorging cock and rotated it inside Lydia, causing her to shudder.

“Yes,” she sighed. “But now we’d better . . .”

“No.”

“Don’t argue, Pepe,” Lydia said, and she started to push him off her. If he knew, he’d obey her. But of course he didn’t know. No one but Lydia knew now—well, no one who mattered.

“No,” he declared again. “This is the way you want it. You’re a tease. You invited me because you are ripe for fucking. Your Stan can’t do you right anymore. I know what you need and want. I’ve got ten inches of what you want.”

“No,” Lydia moaned and she started to struggle, but to no avail. He was just too young and strong and virile . . . and enticing to her.

Pepe came up on his knees, straddling Lydia’s hips, and he put an arm under her and turned her and brought her up on her hands and knees underneath him. Cupping a breast in one hand and wrapping the other one around her neck, once more making her fight for her breath, he arched her shoulders up into his chest, rose up on the balls of his feet, encased her hips between his knees and fucked her hard and fast, the power of his hard-muscled thighs in each thrust. As her cries of rough taking and passion rose, his hand moved from her neck to cover her mouth and nose to muffle the sounds of sex, and she was on the border of an exhausted faint when he ejaculated deep inside her and she met his spouting cum with fireworks and flow of her own.

Lydia’s millionaire, older husband, Stanley, whose daily swims were therapy for fully regaining the movement of his right arm and leg following a series of small strokes, was floating face down at the shallow end of the pool when Lydia and Stanley’s new physical therapist, Pepe returned from the fern bed in the forest walk beyond the pool patio. It was later determined that he’d had a massive stroke and probably would have died even if he hadn’t drowned in the pool.

“Oh god, oh god, what are we going to do?” Pepe said, for once not in full control.

“Call the police and his lawyer, of course,” Lydia said, fully composed, belying the many years—nearly twenty-seven now—that she and Stan had been married. More than twenty-six very long years by Lydia’s reckoning. “It’s not like this was unexpected,” she continued. “He was a walking time bomb. I’m sure he’s had a stroke.”

“But I was supposed to be here with him. But, my god, I can’t let them know I was here professionally. I don’t have my license yet. I told you . . . but you were too hot for my dick to hear me.”

“Calm down,” Lydia murmured. She walked up real close to Pepe and ran her fingernails down his arm, causing him to chill. “Of course you don’t need to be here. Go on, take off. No one but me now knows you were asked to come give Stanley therapy. Go on now. I’ll call you when all of this blows over.”

But Lydia wasn’t sure she would call him again after all. She had thought he might be the substitute she was seeking. But he was just too male-dominating Caribbean. She had done everything she could to signal to him what she really wanted. But it just had not been the same.

Lydia watched Pepe stride around to the side of the mansion, where his motorcycle was parked. She enjoyed the way his tight butt cheeks grabbed as he walked while he pulled the black muscle shirt over his milk-chocolate skin. A luscious mix of his father’s Jamaican darkness and good solid Norwegian stock. Lydia had no intention of revealing that Pepe had been here, and it had nothing to do with him not having a license to work as a physical therapist yet. She didn’t want any nosey investigators looking into Pepe’s past, as they surely would considering the fortune Stanley was leaving. It would certainly complicate matters and look at least a little suspicious, if they discovered that the son Lydia had born out of wedlock in college and given away was present at her husband’s demise.

* * * *

“I don’t know what we’re waiting for,” Lydia said, trying to feign patience but not doing a very good job of it. She was sitting in the family lawyer’s office, waiting for the formal reading of Stanley’s will. It was inevitable. She was aware that Stanley had a prenuptial agreement leaving her well fixed but not in total control of his fortune . . . unless he died sex hikayeleri heirless. It seemed a little ridiculous after more than twenty-five years of marriage to even have a prenup, but neither she nor Stanley had given a thought to changing it. However, she didn’t see that there possibly would be a problem. All of Stanley’s relatives were gone. They had had a son, Brian, but he had died while on an Everest mountain-climbing expedition two years ago, his body still in a deep crevice on the unforgiving snow-clad mountainside.

No one had mourned Brian as Lydia had. No one could even appreciate the depth of the relationship she’d had with her son. He had been so devil may care and adventuresome, though. A beautiful youth, but throwing himself into any opportunity to risk his life and limb. And in the end, it had caught up with him. Lydia lifted her handkerchief to her eyes and blotted her tears. It was fine for her—very fine indeed—if the family lawyer believed the tears were for her husband, Stanley. But she, and she alone, knew they were for her beloved son, Brian.

“Just a few more moments, Mrs. Morton,” the family lawyer said. He was sweating and mopping his face with his handkerchief. Lydia had never seen him like this. He’d always been so calm and collected when she and Stan had dealt with him.

“I don’t . . . ,” she began.

“Just a few more moments. There apparently has been a glitch. A phone call from India last week. And . . . and . . . I’m sorry I didn’t say anything about this before. But I didn’t know how . . . ah, well, here he is now.”

The lawyer was standing, his face flashing between expressions of concern and relief, his eyes looking beyond where Lydia was sitting in front of his desk.

Lydia stood and turned. And gasped.

“Hello, Mother.” The voice was halting, the speech a bit slurred.

“No!” Lydia cried out. It wasn’t really the shock at the greeting and what it might portend. It rather was that she didn’t recognize this man who was moving through the door, leaning on a cane and favoring a stiff leg. And she wasn’t slow of mind. She had instantly caught on to why the lawyer was holding off on the reading of the will and what the appearance of this man meant.

“I know it’s a shock, Mother. That’s one reason I didn’t contact you before now. I was badly broken—and, for months wasn’t even conscious. My climbing team had assumed I was dead, but another one found me and took me down to Katmandu, and then, when it was clear I might survive, I was sent on to New Delhi. I . . . I’ve been convalescing. And deciding whether I even should . . . well, you know. I’ve been thinking about this self-destructive streak I’ve had, and I . . .”

Lydia turned to the family lawyer and declared in a steady, steely voice. “I’ll not make any declarations at the moment. This young man is a good ten years older than my son. . . . I just don’t know. I don’t want to see a court fight, and I suppose it’s slightly possible that recovering from such an accident could have aged him. But I just don’t know. Perhaps we should wait on a reading of the will. I just don’t . . .”

“Yes, I think you are right, Mrs. Morton. Yes, I think that would be best.” The relief in the lawyer’s voice was palpable. He’d never had this happen to him before in thirty years of law practice. And she was taking the possibilities, the ramifications of the situation very well. He had always admired Lydia Morton. And, yes, he’d wanted to get in her panties too. She was a beautiful, ageless blonde. Much younger than Stanley, of course, and the lawyer knew that they had rushed to the alter because their son, Brian, was on the way. And Lydia Morton obviously married Stanley for his money, not his looks. But she was one sexy, smart broad. And she’d stuck with Stanley for over twenty-five years. Her reaction to this turn of events showed her to perfection as unflappable. He felt himself going hard. He wanted to fuck her more now than ever before. Perhaps after all of this unpleasant uncertainty was over . . .

“I know it’s been a shock, Mrs. Morton . . . Lydia. Perhaps we should call it a day. I will see Brian . . . this young man . . . settled in a hotel, and we’ll set up appointments for the two of you . . .”

“No, I think he should come home with me.”

“Come home with you?” The lawyer was flabbergasted.

“Yes, I think if we have time to discuss this alone, we can come to some accommodation.”

“Oh, yes, I understand,” the lawyer said. And at the moment, he thought he did understand. Although he knew Lydia had stood by her marriage, he also knew that she’d had affairs here and about. In fact, a rumor was going around now that she was sleeping with şişman porno a Caribbean half breed muscle man. He could see it now. Presented with a complication between her and her husband’s full estate, Lydia was going to see if she could fuck her way out of the problem, ensnare this young man and convince him to sell his somewhat shaky birthright—at least until or unless he let them do DNA sampling—just to get his cock inside her. And, as the lawyer took another look at Lydia, he thought the chances were good she could carry it off.

The lawyer only had it partially right, though. Lydia Morton indeed wanted to get this Brian pretender home and alone. But it was more because she wanted to be sure herself that he wasn’t her son. She knew exactly how she could do that, but she couldn’t do it here in this office and she couldn’t do it during arranged meetings with witnesses.

“Is that arrangement satisfactory with you?” the lawyer asked the Brian claimant.

“Yes, quite,” the young man answered. “I would not have come back at all, if I wasn’t prepared to face this.”

That night, after having set the scene—having all of the servants cleared from the house after a gourmet dinner and after-dinner drinks before a roaring fire, letting the flames in the fireplace set the diamonds encircling her neck and descending to her carefully uplifted cleavage in an alluring gown sparkling, and showing the young man not only where his bedroom was but where hers was as well—Lydia prepared her bedroom. She slipped on a diaphanous gown that revealed all of her charms to perfection and lit the lamps on either side of the bed to their lowest setting.

She wanted the atmosphere to be alluring and her charms to have the right lighting, but she needed light. She would know if it was Brian or not if he came to her as she had implicitly invited him to—and she would know what she wanted to assure herself of if he came to her in the light.

She then posed herself on the silken sheets of her bed and dozed until the darkest hour of the night.

Lydia awoke to her mattress yielding to the weight of him, and she opened her eyes just as he was leaning over to turn off the light by the bed. He had already clicked the other one off. She only got a glimpse of him, but she could see that that his body was hard and well-muscled and that he, indeed, was a somewhat aged version of her son.

“No. The lights. Please leave them . . .”

“I don’t know if I could in the light,” he mumbled. “I almost didn’t come back. I had so much time to think. To think about this . . . us. I don’t know if I could . . . if I could see you. But I couldn’t stay away.”

“The light. I want the light . . .” She was flustered and thwarted. She had to see to be sure. This was all set up so that she could see—and know beyond a shadow of doubt.

The young man cut off her objection by covering her mouth with his and taking her into a deep kiss. He had her pinned to the bed, one of her arms under his body and his good leg straddling one of hers, holding her to the bed, while he slowly unbuttoned her gown and revealed her trembling flesh. Her head was cradled in his arm and the hand of that arm found one of her breasts and was pinching at a nipple and causing her to shudder and writhe and moan softly under his touch. His other hand glided down her belly and through her pubic hair, and he parted her clitoris lips with his fingers and began the process of giving her hot flashes and flowings and bringing up moans and groans from deep inside her.

He was moving on top of her and parting her moist labia with his strong fingers and inserting the bulb of his cock there. She struggled under him, still intent on seeing, on knowing. But she began to yield to him almost immediately. Yes. He was monstrously long and thick. Yes, yes. He was curved upward, the bulb dragging along the undulating muscles of her passage walls as he moved into her. Yes, yes, yes, his fingers going to her clit. Y-e-s-s. As he slowly stretched and entered and entered and entered, reaching farther up into her than any other man had ever done before.

Not pumping but relentlessly sliding up into her, reaching for her heart.

And then, her heart pounding, her passion reaching for the heavens, as he turned onto his back and brought her up straddling his lap, impaled to the quick on his cock . . . and let her take over the fuck. Yes, yes, yes, she exulted as she rose and fell and rotated at her own pace, creating her own waves of passion, using his gigantic, skyward pointing pole to fuck herself wildly and totally, bringing herself—and him—to and over the edge as their juices mingled and then beginning at the beginning and bringing them to a shared climax again and then again.

Yes, she no longer had to look for the birthmark at the root of his cock. This was what she tried to find in substitute from Pepe and could not achieve. This was how she had taught Brian to fuck her. There was not a doubt in the world. The son Stanley had given her was home and very much alive.

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Chapter 4: Interlude

The drive to her Aunt Tera’s home was mostly in silence, as if Sabrina thought she’d burst or explode with all the emotions running through her. She continued to be overwhelmed by her mother, everything that the beautiful woman did astonished her, surprised her and made her horny as hell.

The ride was smooth inside her mom’s sporty little convertible. The two pretty women let their hair blow in the wind, enjoying the beauty of the day.

Sabrina had already begun to liberate herself, sexually. She wore no bra under her sheer spring dress and the panties were barely-there as well. If her mother hadn’t been with her, she’d have fingered her pussy all the way to her aunt’s home.

The drive was long, but Sabrina didn’t mind. She was lost in her thoughts, losing herself in her newfound sexuality. All of her thoughts seemed to center around sex, about fucking, about being licked and nibbled, about being a total sex-toy.

Cock. She thought about it all the time now. She loved the primal sound of the word. Cock. She couldn’t wait to feel one fucking deep into her pussy. To have one in her mouth, pulsating and throbbing with lust. Her pussy was aching now, she wanted to fuck. Ohhh Mom, hurry up and get to Aunt Tera’s, I wanna play with my pussy, she thought inwardly.

Caroline glanced over at her daughter, noting her obvious distress. She thought it was wonderful that Bree’s long-suppressed desires were coming to the surface and she hoped her horny little daughter would yield wonderful, loving passions.

This was the kind of day that inspired Caroline’s lusts. She and Tera would often go on picnics, either wearing frilly spring frocks with little underneath. Once at their destination, they’d find some secluded spot, strip each other slowly and make wild, passionate, lesbian love. On occasion, they’d bring a 3rd partner, like Tera’s sensual mom, but usually it was the two of them.

Caroline couldn’t wait to see her lover again and, throwing caution to the wind, put her foot to the floor and accelerated the car.

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At the same time Caroline was winding her way down the road to Tera’s home, Tera was exceptionally arap porno busy.

She smacked, hard and quickly, at the rounded buttocks that were in front of her. The sweet cheeks glowed red and the woman face-down on the bed moaned with intense passion.

“You’ve been a miserable, fucking bitch, haven’t you?” Tera said as she slapped the ass again.

“Yesssss!” Michelle hissed in passionate response.

A few months into their lesbian / incestuous affair some years back, Michelle had confessed to her daughter – while eating cunt with love and affection for Tera, the daughter who’d released her inner kink – that she liked to be spanked when having sex.

“Daddy won’t do it for me anymore hunnycunt!” Michelle said between lavish slurps at the font of her daughter’s pussy. “He says we’re getting too old for those kinds of games – hmmphh, I am only in my 30’s – so we should just fuck and get it over with!”

Tera ran her fingers through her mother’s thick hair, which still shone brightly, despite a few flecks of grey. “Do you still have that Tortoise-Shell brush mother?” Tera asked.

Michelle’s eyes grew bright and round, and she ran from the room, returning a few seconds later with the brush. “This one, you mean?” she purred suggestively.

“Yessss, you nasty fucking bitch!” Tera squealed with delight. She grabbed the brush from her horny mother and swatted her on the ass with it. “You nasty slut, eating your own daughter’s pussy!”

The depravity of her daughter spanking her rounded ass and fingering her pussy at the same time made Michelle’s cunt flow like a river. She orgasmed within minutes.

Since then, Tera had always administered spankings to her mother. Michelle really got off on them. Sometimes, she’d practically beg her sexy offspring to spank her. She bought Tera a naughty black riding crop for her birthday, which Tera used on her unmercifully, swatting her mother’s round ass until it glowed red, even striking her engorged clit a few times, which caused Michelle to practically pass out from orgasm.

Michelle loved to tease her daughter now. She made every one of their sessons special for Tera. She’d bedava porno buy the nicest clothes, designer stuff – over her husband’s objections – and wear them for her daughter / lover.

Michelle had come to their lovemaking session today dressed-to-kill. She wore the “Power Suit” that Tera adored, her mother looked trim and stylish in it. And what was underneath always made Tera’s pussy drip with desire.

Today she’d worn the pinstripe blackish / grey suit that was Tera’s favorite. Her heels were stilettos, one of Tera’s turn-ons, and now Michelle’s. She’d mastered the art of walking in them, adding a gentle sway to her walk that ignited a heat in her lover / daughter.

She had stood in front of Tera, undressing slowly, teasingly, one button at a time, until Tera was almost mad with desire to rip the outfit from her mother’s lush, mature body.

But she didn’t. And the end result was always worth it.

Today, Michelle had worn an outfit underneath to entice. The bra she wore held her round, gorgeous tits, but just barely. As she removed her top, she wiggled out of the pants next. The shimmy she used was overtly sexual.

Once she was out of the top and pants, she stood before her lusty offspring clad in a bra, sheer lace panties, black stockings and garter. Her daughter reached for her, but Michelle pulled away, just out of her reach.

“Uh, uh, uh baby – be patient!” she giggled at Tera. Patient, Tera thought, Fuck!, I am dying to lick that hot pussy of hers! But she knew her mother well enough to know that Michelle would make it worth the wait.

Michelle walked around the bedroom, pirouetting in front of Tera, cupping her large tits and playing with her nipples, running her fingers over the stockings, sliding a finger into her wet, soft pussy and fingering herself. She offered one pussy-slicked finger to her daughter, who sucked at it eagerly.

She slid onto the bed and was amazed, yet delighted, when Tera’s hand smacked at her gorgeous, rounded ass. “Bad Mommy!” Tera yelled at her. “You made me wait to get at that luscious cunt of yours! Bad Mommy!” Tera swatted at her mother / lover unmercifully, making her ass cüce porno cheeks glow a delicious red.

She used the riding crop too, and Michelle was on the verge of pain – yet it was still pleasurable. Tera knew this, and buried her face in her mother’s pussy, licking at it, slurping up all the juices as she now gently caressed her mother’s buttocks.

They were in a “69” now, mother licking daughter, daughter licking mother, soft moans coming from both women.

They wiggled on the bed, their bodies similar in height, so the lovemaking was fierce, passionate and skilled. In the years they had been lovers, Michelle’s lesbian skills had developed to the point she was nearly as good as her daughter.

She drilled her tongue into Tera’s cunt, swirling it around, up and down, licking at the clit and stroking her soft thighs.

They adjusted positions, Michelle lying on top of her daughter, their breasts squashed together, rubbing pussies together, the wetness from both women lubricating their heated fucking.

Michelle’s brain drifted back to how all of this had started, her daughter and Caroline seducing her into this new, deviant – yet happy – lifestyle – and she smiled as she continued to dry-hump her horny daughter. Her husband didn’t spend a lot of time with her in bed nowadays, but she didn’t care – she had Tera and in the years since, had found a few other female playmates. She didn’t crave cock much anymore, but the gentle caress of a woman’s hand, her soft lips, her gentle touch, the subtle aroma of pussy and perfume – those made her ache with lust now.

Tera’s fingers pumped in and out of her mother’s cunt now, bringing her to mini-orgasm after mini-orgasm, Michelle was nearly out of her mind with lust and passion. Over and over she came, her juices slicking her daughter’s fingers, until she couldn’t stand it anymore, and came, an explosion that nearly knocked her off the bed.

She snuggled with Tera, toying with her daughter’s nipples, cradled in her arms. “When are you expecting the girls?” she asked.

“In a few hours, so you need to get your shapely ass home to Daddy!” Tera giggled, swatting her mother’s ass as she got up from the bed.

Michelle pouted a bit, as if wanting to stay. She did want to see Caroline again – and she wondered if her daughter would be as wild as the mother. But those were thoughts for another day. She dressed and left, blowing a kiss to her daughter, knowing there would be more pleasures yet to come.

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Chapter 10: Billy Foursome.

After that night things were not the same at our house with Ma being gone. I had become the fuck toy of my Pa and brothers. The three of them would take turns with me from one day to the next. The oddest time was when I was in the kitchen getting a drink of water. Pa came up from behind me at the sink and cupped my breasts while he poked his erect dick at my ass. He then moved me over to the kitchen table where he bent me over and undid the snap on my pants. My pants were quickly at my ankles while Pa fucked me from behind. No sooner was Pa done when Steven jumped in and fucked me, and then Billy played caboose. I got trained by my own family and did it feel good too.

When Ma came back, things quieted down and my pussy got a bit of a rest, ‘ceptin’ for my Silver Surfer friend. In spite of Ma having fucked my brothers once, I don’t think she would cotton to that again. Nor could I ever imagine her approving of Pa fucking me, let alone my brothers. The family fuck-fest had come to an end. We would have to go back to sneaking around, with Pa being odd man out as Ma would know my scent instantly on Pa’s dick.

I had gone a few weeks without a good fucking, nor so much as a brother grabbing my tits when no one was looking. Was my pussy getting boring to them already?

I decided one night to put on a good show for Billy through the peep hole. In spite of things cooling down, he would still watch from time to time as I could tell by the closet thumps. Well this one night he was extra loud, so I did a slow strip in front of the hole and gave him close-up looks of my tits and pussy. I was hopin’ to arouse his Biggerstaff for a good fucking. It was Wednesday night. Ma and Pa would be at the church all night. It was good therapy for Ma for them to spend some time together and exercise her demon. I had a little demon of my own which Casibom needed some attention.

I heard some clumsy movement in Billy’s peep closet. I knew he was watching my up close and personal show for his eyes only. I even did a little Silver Surfer action standing at the peep hole. I wanted to get fucked and get fucked badly. I needed cock. I was hot wet and ready. I decided to pop butt naked into Billy’s room to get some cock. In opened the door and burst in on Billy….and his friends. There were two of them there, I knew from school. One was Chester, who I had dated once and gave him a hand job. The juvenile bragged about it, so I never went out with him again. The other guy was Daryl. He was a smart, slightly overweight fellow with blonde hair like Chester’s hair. My heart sank. I knew these boys had been watching me through Billy’s peephole. I couldn’t believe it had happened to me twice, that my own brother would invite guests over to watch his sister’s snatch.

I was a little angry. I stomped my foot and gave the boys an unintentional breast wiggle. “Billy! How could you bring your friends over here to watch me?”

Billy replied, “Well Sunny I didn’t. They are here to buy some pot. Then Daryl said he would give $20.00 to see you naked, so when you started your routine, I couldn’t help myself. It was easy money.”

I felt a little better knowing it wasn’t a grand design, but an impromptu voyeurism. But still, a brother should look after his sister, not exploit her. I suddenly realized I was naked in a room with boys. I turned to walk out, when Billy held my arm and said, “Don’t go. We know you came over here for a reason being naked and all.”

Billy had me there. I guess they would have never believed I got lost going to the bathroom. I didn’t say anything. Billy pulled me toward the center of the room where all three of them gathered Casibom Giriş around my naked body. I was trapped. My folks were out and if I yelled only Steven would come to my rescue and that wouldn’t help me at all. That would be just one more hungry cock to satisfy.

The boys’ hands covered my body. I had hands jockeying for position on my breasts, ass, and pussy. Billy held me and kissed me on the lips and then passed me to Chester who did the same. From Chester I went to Daryl. They all took turns kissing me and feeling me up. I was already wet when I came in the room and now I was becoming super horny. I was slowly forgiving Billy. My legs spread a little as fingers entered my pussy from what seemed like four different directions. My knees were getting weaker. The guys were undressing. With their shirts off I could feel the heat coming from their skin as it comforted me when they held me. After a few more feely-kissy spins around with the boys, their pants were gone. I now had cocks to touch and play with as I kissed the boys. In fact I hand both hands full of cock. I was going to get some dick tonight.

The big pass around, breast, and genital touching session ended when Billy placed me on his bed. I laid there spread leg and naked as Billy’s tongue lapped my pussy. Chester and Daryl gave me a breast massage.

Chester asked Billy, “Can I eat some of that too?” And with that the three boys took turns sampling my love juices. I would grab and stroke their cocks as they fondled my breasts. Soon I was sucking dick to no objection.

The eating of my pussy felt good. Billy did the alphabet song, Chester did side strokes and Daryl could curl his tongue and fuck me like a dick-now that was weird, but I didn’t complain. Finally I said sweetly, “Would one of you boys mind fucking me?”

There seemed to be no problem finding a volunteer. Casibom Güncel Giriş Chester who was doing as side stroke stopped and mounted me. The dick sucking essentially stopped at this point, but I was still able to massage the boys and keep them hard while they found ways to touch my boobs. The boys took turns climbing on me. Once I had been dicked by all of them, we moved to a new position. Chester lay on the floor while I mounted him. This allowed my mouth, which seemed to be another orifice of interest, to attend to neglected business. I could easily take turns sucking two cocks while being poled. Being gang-banged was as much fun as that 69 stuff.

I was just getting used to this when the music stopped and the guys had to all swap positions. Daryl fucked me again and then my brother. I lost track of my orgasms at 2 raised to the infinity minus one power. I had all their dicks soppin’ wet and full of pussy stink.

Billy’s cock gave out first as he came in my mouth. The other two guys were “social cummers” as they both soon came after Billy. Chester shot a load into my mouth which dribbled out to my tits and Daryl was nice enough to fill my pussy with hot cum. I held my finger to my lips and said, “Not a word of this to anyone.” They all nodded in agreement. I kissed the boys goodnight on the cheek as they didn’t seem to want to tongue me at this point. I got some friendly pats on the ass as I heard my folk’s car pull in the drive way. We got done just in time.

My pussy felt satisfied, but I felt a little let down. The deep feeling of Billy’s betrayal was gone, but I had lost something that night. The deep love and respect I had for Billy had come down to Earth. I realized his feelings were not as strong as mine. I still loved the guy, but didn’t worship him as before. This evening damaged what little reputation I had left as word of this night leaked out. The gang-bang wasn’t so bad, but the constant denial of having sex with my own brother grew tiresome, as I would hear the snickers as I walked past the lockers at school. After graduation I decided it would be best to leave town for a while.

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Welcome to the next chapter in the lives of Nell, Emma and Liz. If you haven’t read about them before, I highly suggest you do, or you will be lost. They are worth the time. This is a long-haul love story.

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I was back on campus two days a week. My one class was not nearly as stimulating as last semesters had been. Nell and I were in the cafeteria having lunch, we planned to as much as possible. I was only two days in, and it was ridiculously hard not to touch her as we sat at the table. We weren’t keeping our relationship secret, but also not advertising it while on campus. Things would be much easier when I was done with this damn degree.

We walked out together when she had to go back to teaching. With goodbye, unsaid was love you, see you later and more. She still sent butterflies through my body when I saw her, kissed her, touched her.

At home, I wasn’t surprised to see Liz’s Charger in the driveway. While she was genuinely happy for me and Nell, she was still a little worried things with us would be different. Too different. They had been different when I was married, then it was just us and my kids. Now it was different again. So, she came around when it was just us and I let her. I needed her to know she had been the one constant in my life for the last nearly 34 years. She was going to be the constant for the rest of my life no matter what. I still wished she would give a relationship besides the one with me, a chance. At least be willing to think about it.

She had tea water going. I dropped my school bag at the door and made my way to the kitchen.

“Hello.”

“Hey sweetie, how was school?” She had a freaking apron on. I couldn’t hold in my laughter.

“Are you channeling June Cleaver?” I took the tea she handed me. The warm liquid relaxed me nearly instantly.

“Hardly my dear. I think we more resemble the Brady Bunch now.”

I couldn’t help myself from smiling. “So, are you Jan or Marcia?” I voted for Jan. She was nearly as dramatic as Liz.

“Alice.”

“Oh. So, if you’re Alice, does that mean I don’t have to cook or clean ever again… you’ll take care of it?”

“Absolutely not darling.” She broke out her best horrible accent for that.

I giggled. “I’m going to shower before the kids get home is that okay with you?”

“Yes please. Then we are going out to dinner. Don’t worry I already told your chick.”

I stopped and stared at her, took a deep breath. “You what?”

“I politely summoned your amazing girlfriends’ presence at a dining establishment of my choosing, for sustenance and libations, with us, this evening. You can decide if the minions are coming.”

I shook my head. “And how did you go about this…request?” I put nothing past Liz when it came to getting something she wanted, so a myriad of scenarios played out in my head on how she ‘summoned’ Nell.

“I used technology to form words and sent it out into the universe.”

“You texted her?” I had no idea they had each other’s cell numbers.

“Yes, not so quick one. I texted her. She agreed and will be here at 5:30.” She pushed me gently out of the kitchen, taking my not yet finished tea out of my hands. “Go shower… be gone with you.”

I couldn’t help but smile as I went upstairs. I knew Nell was still teaching but texted her anyways.

Me- I hear your presence has been requested. You can say no. It’s okay if you say no

I jumped in the shower. When I got out and was getting dressed my phone went off.

Nell- I don’t want to say no.

Me- good. I don’t want you to either. See you in a few hours. ??

Nell- see you. ??u

I went downstairs and sat with Liz. She made us more tea. She was around so much more now than she had ever been. I loved it. She was my rock, my constant.

“Still going camping this weekend?”

“Yep. Are you still going to provide childcare to your godchildren?”

“If I must.”

“You must.”

“Are you certain she can handle winter camping? ” Liz had already told me this might push Nell over the edge. But this was who I was. Plus, it wasn’t super cold, at least during the day. I had a winter tent and a small tent heater I would bring. There was no part of my plans that included her having the slightest chance of being cold at night. None.

“Aren’t you the one who told me months ago, to be myself with her? This is me Liz. She doesn’t have to come any more than you’ve ever had to come. I won’t be offended if this part of my life isn’t for her. But she said yes. She may come once and never again, but she said yes.” It was something I had to try with her. This was me. At my core. Liz was proof you didn’t have to part of that side of me to be in my life. But I couldn’t lie, I hoped she would like it. I wanted her to want to be in nature with me. Even if it was only occasionally.

She didn’t get a chance to reply, the twins burst through the door and were fighting. I took one look at Liz and we both said, “No kids.” We were 4 k porno still laughing when they came into the kitchen. They were still arguing. There was no part of me that felt like dealing with them, so I took my tea and went into the living-room. Liz was telling them both off and soon joined me.

“Where are we going tonight?”

She had flung her legs at me, apparently wanting a foot rub. I obliged. Jacklyn walked by and gave us a look and made a face. “Weirdos.”

I shot Liz a ‘do not engage the teenager’ look. “So? Where are we going?”

“Jae’s. If that’s okay with you.” Her eyes were closing as she spoke. She rarely asked if her choices were okay with me. This balancing act was a little harder than I thought it would be. Managing two kids was different than making sure I didn’t hurt two grown women I loved.

“It’s perfect.” I smiled at her even though her eyes were now closed. I sat with her a few more minutes until the change in her breathing told me she had fallen asleep. I covered her up and went back into the kitchen. Ashe was still in there…eating of course.

“We are going out to dinner tonight so you two are on your own.” I sat in awe at the amount of food he was eating for a ‘snack’.

“Okay. Are you still going camping this weekend?”

“That’s the plan.” Nell wasn’t the type to cancel plans.

“The weather looks perfect. I’ll get everything ready for you tonight, if you want. Are you bringing the small heater?”

“You don’t have to do that Asher.”

“I know. But I can and will. I don’t mind.” He had somehow eaten everything and was hunting for more food.

“Thank you. And yes, the small heater.”

“Hike in or drive in?”

“Both. Going to the state forest. So, we can park by the gate and hike the rest of the way in. I don’t want her first experience to be too rustic. I’m trying not to scare her off.”

“Hopefully she doesn’t scare easy. I’ll get everything ready for you while you’re gone tonight. Can you bring me back food?” He was never going to miss the chance for more food.

I almost asked if he was sure he would even be hungry by the time we get back, but I knew he would be. He was always hungry. “Of course.”

He left and I opened my laptop and started working on some school stuff while Liz slept. I was totally lost in writing when Liz and Nell’s voices pulled me from the world I was creating in Word. They walked in and I got a kiss from Nell. I wished for a moment Liz wasn’t here, the kids weren’t here. A small sigh escaped, then guilt for feeling that way crept in.

“Emma, why on earth did you let me fall asleep?” Liz was rubbing her eyes, she looked so sweet all sleepy eyed.

“Let you? I’m sorry I should absolutely have shaken you awake, or maybe poured water over your snoring self. Next time I will. Promise.” I packed up my laptop and school stuff.

She scoffed, “I do not snore.” She looked legitimately offended.

“Okay princess. You don’t snore. Whatever you need to tell yourself.” I took a teabag to the shoulder for that remark.

Nell was just standing next to me watching us. We needed this weekend just us. She was amazing at being around my crazy family, but we needed alone time. She still wouldn’t stay over with the kids here. If we had a chance of making this into anything more, she needed to be okay with that. My kids weren’t going anywhere. It was something I planned on really talking to her about when we were fully alone.

“I’ll drive. If that’s okay with everyone.” Again, Liz was making sure things were okay with us. This was new. I liked it. Maybe she was growing as a person. Maybe.

Twenty minutes later we were being sat at Jae’s. I loved Korean food and they had a lot on their menu. Drinks arrived and we ordered food. Nell and I were next to each other, Liz across from us.

“So, Teach, you’re really going camping with this one?”

‘This one’. Seriously Liz? I wanted to say something to her but didn’t. I didn’t need to jump to my own, or Nell’s rescue.

Nell didn’t even pause. “Yes. I’m looking forward to it.”

“To sleeping on the ground. In the cold. Eating over a campfire. You are a better woman than I.”

“I doubt that, but I like the outdoors, maybe not as much as Emma and I’ve never camped like that, but I’m willing to try. I’m fairly certain Emma will take good care of me.” My thigh got a squeeze as she spoke.

Oh, I planned to take very good care of her. “Okay Liz, can we just enjoy our meal?” I didn’t know why I was getting so annoyed with Liz’s questioning of Nell, but I was. Actually, I knew. I was afraid she wouldn’t like this weekend, at all. That I would love someone who didn’t want anything to do with such a huge part of who I was, again. Dean never did, Liz didn’t. Jacklyn stopped liking it. Had I found another person who wouldn’t? I tried to shake the worry from my brain.

The rest of the meal was idle chit chat. I was quiet. Liz was not. She didn’t come in after the meal. “Sorry ladies, but I have an early morning and need to get home. Thank you both 7 dak porno for coming tonight.” I saw more in her eyes but said nothing.

We got out and I asked Nell if she was coming in. She wasn’t. She had classes early. We said goodnight and I went inside. The kids were still awake. Asher had done what he said and most of my winter camping stuff was all gathered, gone through and ready for me to pack into my vehicle tomorrow. All I needed to do was pack food and my clothes.

I got ready for bed, said goodnight to the kids then crawled into my empty bed.

*

“Ashe, just double check the propane for the heater for me okay?” The camping gear was almost all packed and Liz would be here soon. It was 9:15 and I was supposed to be picking Nell up at 10.

“I told you already, it’s set. You’re only there for one-night mom, you’re set.” He was getting exasperated with me. I was bouncing around like I had never camped before. I walked around to the back to check myself. “Mom, stop. Everything is set, you have what you need. Relax.”

My 16-year-old was trying to calm me down. I chuckled at our role reversals. Just then, Liz arrived. I walked her inside. “Emma, I don’t need to be told what to do. I’ve got the kids. They will eat and be fine… go. Now!”

“Fine.” I gave her a hug and told the kids goodbye, then left.

I pulled into Nell’s and walked up to the front door. She opened it as I approached.. ponytail, glasses, perfection. It had only been nearly 6 months since I walked into her classroom. My life had changed so much since that day.

I skipped the polite ‘good morning’ and replaced it with kissing her. She was still barefoot, so I didn’t have to stretch as much as normal to claim her lips. It took a while, but eventually we managed to get her stuff to the vehicle and were on our way. It was only a thirty-minute drive to the state forest I had picked. It was technically closed for the season, so I parked off to the side of the gate. There were no other cars around.

I knew which site I wanted, and it wasn’t a very long trek in to it. Two trips in and everything was at the site. I had camped here many times with the kids. The main selling point was the proximity to a composting bathhouse. This was a site I only used in the winter because there was almost no shade. The sky was clear today, so the full sun exposure was perfect for us.

“Can I help?” She was standing there while I was getting the site ready and started putting the tent up. I was used to either doing it myself or having Ashe help.

“Sure.” Her willingness to help was a good sign. We got busy getting everything done. Soon, the tent was up, I had even brought two brand new self-inflating camping mattresses. I wanted her as comfortable as possible.

“Lunch?” She agreed and we made sandwiches at the picnic table. After we ate, I walked the food back to my vehicle. Hiking was next. She had done this with me before. It wouldn’t be a long a hike distance wise, but the elevation gain was going to be more than triple the first long one she had gone on. The view from the top of this trail was even better than the vista I had shown her that day.

I led the way to the trailhead, had already warned her about the elevation gain. She assured me she would be fine. I was more than willing to stop and rest whenever she needed to. As we climbed the trail, the amount of snow increased. The woods went from browns, faded greens and yellows, to white and deep evergreens. Her breathing was becoming more labored, so I made the decision to stop. I sat on a large nearly flat rock just off trail.

I waited for her. She sat next to me, “Thanks.”

I took her hand, “it’s okay to stop when you need to. I really don’t want you exhausted and unable to move later.” I was staring into her eyes, in that moment completely overwhelmed with being here with her. My hands brought her face closer. She was smiling as my lips met hers.

“Remember when you could barely speak to me? You were so adorably awkward.”

I groaned, remembering those first weeks in her class, noticing every detail about her. I still got tongue tied sometimes. Doubted the reality I was living. How I had gone from married to a man to head over heels in love with a woman in less than a year still escaped me. I tried not to spend too much time mulling it over.

“You were. I walked in that day and spotted you right away. ‘Emma, mother of 2’, I wanted you from that moment on. I was certain I would never get to know you though. You were so quiet, never offered up anything in class. Then I read what you wrote for that first workshop and the decision was made for me in that very moment. I was going to get to know you. I was going to try at least; I had no other choice.”

She hadn’t told me all this before, some of it, but not this much detail. “I’m glad you did, despite what a dork I was.”

“Never a dork Emma, never.”

“Liz would disagree.”

“I don’t think she would Emma. She gives you shit, and is unlike anyone I’ve ever known, but she adores alman porno you. She doesn’t think you’re a dork.”

It was another twenty minutes before we managed to compose ourselves enough to get back to hiking. I stopped a few times just to observe the world around us, she stopped once to rest. Eventually, we broke through the trees and the entire county, and then some, was at our feet.

Nell just stood there, slowly turning. The look on her face made every foot uphill worth it. I sat down. I had been up here more times than I could count. Just like the last time I brought her to a staggering view, she sat down next to me after a few minutes and thanked me. I didn’t say anything. It was on that other vista she told me she was falling in love with me, and I her. She slipped her hand in mine as we sat together. I let the peace surround and fill me. I could have sat quietly with her for hours.

She leaned into me, her hand on my neck, kissing me. We did that for a long time, her fingers lingered on that scar under my left ear. I used to hate it. It was thick, and ugly, especially when it was new. It had been a part of me for 23 years now, reminded me every time I looked in the mirror, of the day I almost lost Liz, did lose her boyfriend. I would never allow myself to almost lose her again.

I never talked about my scars with Nell. She often traced them when we were laying together, the ones on my neck, below my jaw, my back, my left thigh, but she never asked me about them. That was just who she was, at least with me.

The sun was moving across the sky, telling me it was time to head back down to the site. The descent was quicker, but a little more perilous. I went first to be sure she didn’t hit any loose rocks or ice.

Back at the site, I gathered stuff to make a fire, moved the chairs closer to it and to each other. Just like sitting observing on the trail, I could get lost staring at the dance inside the fire-pit. The way the flames moved, swirled, bent and swayed was mesmerizing. It was never the same show twice.

I wasn’t sure how long I had been hunched low, completely transfixed with the fire, before I realized she was next to me. “Sorry.”

“Never be sorry Emma. Ever.” We both stood up. “I love watching you watch the world. It’s like seeing it with new eyes.”

“Ready for dinner?” I was.

“Sure.”

We walked and got the foil dinners I had already prepped at home, from the cooler. She looked at me when I handed her one. “It’s not gourmet, but it’s good, I promise.”

“You’ve never let me down with food, so I trust you.”

Back at the fire, we placed them in the outer rim, out of the flames but in the hot coals. They would take a while to cook. I never left a fire burning unattended, so we settled in the chairs. I was missing the couch, being able to sit close to her. I found myself hoping the camp chair could hold us both, because I needed to be closer to her.

I joined her, sat in her lap. She didn’t object. My chair became a foot rest. “Emma, you truly are incorrigible.”

Between kisses I replied, “So you keep telling me.” I went back to her lips. She never seemed to mind my persistence. “It’s not my fault you are so irresistible.”

I tucked myself into her shoulder. Her hand went to my scar again. “Car accident.” She didn’t ask, but for some reason, I felt the pull to tell her. That was still the worst day of my life. “We were 17.” I started and didn’t stop until I told her about that wreck. I had alluded to it in one of my writings. It was Liz, me, my boyfriend at the time Dan and her boyfriend Isaac. Isaac was driving, Dan was in the passenger seat. Liz and I in the back of the Impala.

We were on our way back from Lake Taghkanic State Park. We had spent the first day of summer break between junior and senior year laying in the sun, swimming and being carefree. We hadn’t been back on the Taconic Parkway long when a car got on, going the wrong way, speeding towards us. Isaac swerved just a bit before it hit us. Putting me and him directly in its path.

Liz didn’t remember much about that day. I remembered every single detail. The sound of the cars impacting. How we seemed to move in slow motion as the car spun and Isaac was ejected. For a second, I thought he had learned to fly.

Liz didn’t have her seatbelt on either, but she didn’t go flying. Instead, she was slumped next to me. There was so much blood. Mine. Hers. Glass was everywhere, her head was bleeding so bad. The air was heavy with death, smelled of fire. I could hear Dan. Could hear screams. Then sirens. The screaming didn’t stop.

We had to be cut out of the car, it was then I realized I was the one screaming. Liz was barely breathing. Paramedics were with Dan, more with Liz and me. They loaded Liz in one ambulance, me in another. The scar on my left thigh reminded me of the helplessness I felt inside that ambulance, when I didn’t know if Liz was dead or alive.

We both had emergency surgery. My femur got a rod and pins. She was in a coma for five days. I fought every single day to see her. I finally won on day four. No one was going to make me leave her side. No one. Her mother was a mess, was always a mess. Her father had died years ago. I wasn’t letting Liz join him. ‘You are not fucking leaving me Elizabeth’ became my go to pep talk with her as she healed. We healed together.

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It’s going to be a fun episode…

DJ’s 20th Birthday, and his first ever Birthday Party

Thanksgiving shows how close knit a family can really be

DJ receives his own ride (Smile)

Joe moves in with Doug and DJ

DJ Part 11

The week of November 13th went pretty much normal, and nothing special really happened. On Tuesday, while DJ was working his shift, both Jamie and I did some sneaky chores. Jamie visited Game Stop and purchased some PS3 games that he hopes DJ will like. I took my camera to Walgreen’s and had the photo of the Tracker for DJ made into a couple of prints, one that I could show to a few people when DJ wasn’t around and one to put in with the card I had purchased for DJ. While at Walgreen’s I got another house key made, as Joe will need one. This is Joe’s first week on the afternoon shift.

Wednesday morning I received a phone call from Annie, Matt’s mom.

“Doug,” she asked, are you in a position to talk, or is DJ close by?”

“Annie,” I replied, “DJ is in classes today, isn’t Matt in school also?”

“Yes, he is, I should have known DJ would be there also. Matt’s all bent out of shape. DJ’s birthday is a week from tomorrow, and Matt has no clue as to what to give him, and that is why I’m calling. Actually, I don’t either. Has DJ even mentioned anything he would like, for his Birthday?”

“To be honest, Annie, I don’t think DJ is even aware that it IS his birthday. You know that his former family never acknowledged it. I’ve purchased a used Geo Tracker, for him, but of course he doesn’t know about it. We’re picking it up at the dealership the day after Thanksgiving. Jamie helped me pick it out, and I think he probably knows DJ’s likes better than anyone. We wished it was red, but he’s going to have to settle for orange.”

“Doug, what kind of music does DJ usually listen to?”

“Annie, I’ve never heard him play any music. He doesn’t have a radio or a CD player, and he never has adjusted the radio in my car. He took Jamie, well, Jamie drove, but they went to the Water Hole Saturday night, and the band played some oldies. Sunday he asked if I had ‘sleepwalk’, I pulled it out and he put it on the old CD player I have in the den. He and Jamie started slow dancing to it, and, just got lost in each other. Annie, it was beautiful to watch them, those two are so much in love with each other.”

“Wait a minute, Doug, you just said that DJ didn’t have a CD player or Radio, do you think he would like a CD player?”

“He probably would. He just discovered Sunday that I have over 400 CD’s, but they’re all from the 60, 70 and 80’s. I think they might want to check out more of that music.”

“Thanks, Doug, I think we just solved Matt’s dilemma. Actually, it’s our dilemma, I didn’t know what to get him either. Is there anything else you want to talk about?”

“Not that I can think of, Annie, I was good to hear from you, and I guess we’ll see you and Matt on Thanksgiving morning?” WAIT! There is something. Do you have a descent camera?”

“Yes I do, Doug, do you need to borrow it?”

“It and you. I have a camera, but Joe and I will be bringing DJ in for the party, and won’t be in a position to grab some, likely, awesome photos. I’d love to see his face when we all shock him that morning, and have some memorable photos of the occasion.”

“I will be prepared, Doug, and try to capture some great memories. See you Thanksgiving morning, and thanks for the helpful information.”

After we hung up, it occurred to me that I do think Annie is an angel in disguise. She is rescuing me again, as I was trying to figure out a way to get pictures. Joe will be with us, so he wouldn’t be able to do it. Just a few minutes after Annie and I finished our conversation, I received a call from Joe.

“Hi Joe,” I answered cheerfully.

“Good morning, baby,” Joe responded, “I wanted to check and see of you are going to be home today.”

“I have to be to work at Three, so I will be home until about 2:30, what’s up?”

“Mike and I were planning to drop something off at your house, and we both have to be on duty at 3:00 also. Can we drop by, say around 1:00 or 1:30?”

“Sure, Joe, I guess Mike is your new partner?”

“You guessed right, Doug, he’s a nice kid, you’ll like him. He’s picking me up at the apartment about noon, then we have to stop at Gun World, and we should be at your house a little after 1:00, you might want to be dressed.”

“Ok, Joe, see you then.”

About 1:00 I saw a patrol car pull into my drive, and two officers got out and headed toward the back door. Joe opened it and they both travesti porno stepped inside, Joe stepped in front of me, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me lovingly. Mike watched us, smiling. I guess he knows about Joe and me.

“Doug, this is my new partner, Mike Smith, and Mike, my fiancé, Doug Kendall. As I have told you, we’re getting married on January 14th.”

Mike, shaking my hand, “I’m glad to meet you, Doug, I’ve heard a lot about you, and I’m happy for the both of you.” He actually even gave me a hug.

“I think, Mike, ” Joe stated, “that it will be easier to bring it in through the front door and take it back to the bedroom on the left. We’ll be right back.”

Joe and Mike went to the patrol car and slid a fairly large box out of the back seat, and carried it to my bedroom. I didn’t know what it was. I watched, as Joe and Mike removed the box and packing material, and placed it, vertically, next to the tall chest of draws.

“Joe,” I asked, “What is that?”

“Doug, law requires law enforcement to keep weapons secured in a safe when we’re off duty, if others live in the same household. It’s protection for us, and for everyone else that lives here.” I understood.

Mike, looking at DJ’s picture on my dresser, “Doug, who is this?”

I answered, smiling proudly, “That, is my son, Douglas Joseph Kendall, aka DJ!””

“He’s black, like me. Joe, you never told me DJ was black!”

“I didn’t? It really doesn’t make any difference, does it? He is one of the most captivating and loveable young men I’ve ever met. He will steal your heart, in a heartbeat!”

Mike responded, “Doug, he’s handsome, I want to meet him. I think it’s pretty awesome that a white man like you, would take a black kid like DJ under his wing, and even adopt him.”

“It’s not hard at all, Mike, when you grow to love him as much as I do. He’s my pride and joy!”

“Mike,” Joe stated, “Now that we are partners, you will meet him soon, and he’ll steal your heart too, just like he has ours. I can’t wait to make him my step-son.”

“Doug,” Joe stated, “now that I have that safe here, I can stay over anytime. I don’t need to go to the apartment much, except to pack my shit, and get ready to vacate it. By the way, I do have Thanksgiving off, so I will be here next Wednesday night, when I get off duty.”

“Oh, Joe!” I exclaimed, “I have something for you, and something to show you.”

I reached into my top draw, under my underwear, and pulled out the photo of the Tracker and showed it to Joe and Mike. They both agreed that DJ is going to love it. I told them that Jamie helped me pick it out, and we are to pick it up the day after his birthday.

“Now who is Jamie?” Mike asked.

“Jamie,” Joe answered, “is DJ’s boyfriend, and he is a sweetheart too.”

“Now wait just a damn minute!” Mike exclaimed, “You and Doug are gay, Doug adopted DJ, and he’s gay, and DJ’s got a boyfriend, probably gay, right?”

“Yep,” Joe said, smiling, “you got it straight, pun intended”

“Well, I am straight,” Mike responded, smiling, “and I guess this is a whole gay household. That’s really cool! Society has changed a lot, in attitudes at least. I’m really pleased that folks like you can live and love how you feel comfortable. Most of the time, nobody really cares. I was cautioned before we became partners, that you were gay. I said that I didn’t really care, as long as you kept your hands to yourself, and I don’t. You’re an experienced police officer and I’m sure I can learn much from you.”

“I’m not trying to push you guys out, but it’s 2:00 PM and I have to get shaved, changed and be at work in an hour. Hold tight a sec,” I said, as I went over to the computer desk and got the spare key I’d had made and handed it to Joe, “Now you can get in, even if nobody’s home, it fits both doors.”

“No problem,” Joe said, “I think we’ll grab a burger, and we’re on duty at 3:00, I love you baby.” Joe shared a passionate kiss with me while Mike looked on, and then both police officers headed out, got into the patrol car and took off.

“I’m wondering,” Mike commented, “how long Doug and DJ have known each other?”

“Not even a year, they met in the early spring…” Joe told Mike the whole story, from DJ cutting Doug’s grass to DJ’s adoption.

“So,” Mike inquired, “was Doug drawn to DJ or DJ drawn to Doug?”

“I really think that they were drawn to each other. Doug saw something in DJ that no one else saw, He gave DJ a sense if worthiness, value, love, and made DJ feel wanted. Doug let DJ know that he cared about him, and for him. As much as Doug and I love and care for each other, I think the love between Doug and DJ is stronger, not as lovers, but as a father and son.”

“I noticed, when Doug told me that young man in the picture was his son, you could hear the love in Doug’s voice and see it on his face. I’m so looking forward to meeting that young man, Joe, thank you for your part in rescuing DJ from that terrible home life.”

“Mike, alt yazılı porno in all my 23 years of being a police officer, that was my best day.”

The following Tuesday night, Jamie and DJ spent the night at Jamie’s, mostly out of habit. They didn’t have classes this Wednesday because the school was on Thanksgiving break, until the following Monday. They are both scheduled to work Wednesday afternoon.

DJ had worked his normal 10 to 6 shift on Tuesday, and one of the night clerks was sick and had called out, so Justin asked DJ if he could work over to closing, and, of course, DJ said he would. Justin released him at 9:00 PM, and he went to the pizzeria to wait for Jamie, who got off at 10:00. They told Karen, before retiring, that they were planning to sleep in the next morning, as they didn’t have classes. The two boys went to their bedroom and quickly stripped and went to bed. They shared a passionate goodnight kiss, and Jamie wrapped his arms around DJ.

Jamie, his fingers wrapped around DJ’s BBC, “Can I get a little late night snack?” (Understand, BBC means Beautiful Black Cock in this case)

“Jamie, I just worked an 11 hour shift, and I’m beat. I just want to crash!”

“Okay, Sweetie, I understand, maybe in the morning.”

Even as tired as DJ was, he always feels so secure, and loved, when he is in Jamie’s arms, much like he has felt in his father’s arms. DJ was asleep in about 2 minutes, Jamie lost his erection and drifted off soon after. Both of these young men sleep very well, when they sleep together.

It was Wednesday morning, November 22, at about 9:00 AM, and Jamie woke up to the beautiful sensation of DJ’s lips on his own, and he responded instantly. Both boys started to make out, and both quickly grew erections, and started to fondle each other. Their fingers were playing with the precum that both had leaking from the tips of their cocks.

DJ, adjusting his position, “Baby, I want you!” and lowered his mouth over Jamie’s stiff penis.

“DJ, I gotta pee!” Jamie stated, and DJ ignored, continuing his oral assault on Jamie’s cock. Jamie feels he is close.

“Baby, I can’t hold off, I gotta pee too bad!” DJ is looking for Jamie’s load, and is feeling Jamie’s cock starting to pulse, taking 2, 3, 4 spurts of Jamie’s tasty cum into his mouth, and swallowing. He finally released Jamie’s cock, and Jamie slipped out of bed, pulling on his boxer-briefs, and headed to the bathroom. DJ seriously wanted to rub his own penis to ejaculation, but out of consideration for his boyfriend, kept his hands off his cock.

Jamie, coming back into the room, “My turn!” He pounced onto the bed, and in one quick motion had DJ’s BBC in his mouth. DJ was so aroused, also needing to piss, he was afraid he might cum in seconds, but he really wanted to hold off as long as possible.

Karen, knocking on the door, “Are you guys ready for some breakfast?”

Jamie, pulling off DJ for a few seconds, “Give us a few minutes, Mom.”

Karen walked beck to the kitchen, smiling. She had a strong feeling that she might have interrupted something, unintentionally. She started to fry up some pancakes.

“Jamie,” DJ gasped, “I’m gonna cum already!”

Jamie slowed his mouth’s action just a little, and DJ relaxed, or at least tried to, but his orgasm continued to push on, exploding into Jamie’s mouth and throat. Jamie swallowed, and then milked the last couple of squirts from DJ’s BBC. Oh, how Jamie loves the taste of DJ, cumming in his mouth! As DJ started to deflate, Jamie pulled off, and DJ quickly slid off the bed and quickly pulled on his boxer-briefs and headed to the bathroom to empty his bladder.

DJ, returning from the bathroom, “The problem I see, with getting a blowjob when I have to pee, is that I cum too fast.”

“I don’t see that as a problem,” Jamie responded, “What is the primary goal in sucking your man off?”

“I guess, to take that tasty load in your mouth, and swallow it.”

“Exactly!” Jamie exclaimed, “I enjoy the feeling of your cock in my mouth, but the real pleasure is in bringing you to an orgasm and getting your tasty cum.”

“I think you may be right, Jamie, why spend 15 or 20 minutes sucking, if you can get the prize in 5 minutes, I wonder why we cum faster if we have to pee?”

“I think it may be because we have a tendency to hold back, to keep from peeing, and it puts more pressure on the prostate, just my opinion. I sure do love the taste of you, when you cum!”

“Me too,” DJ said, “I probably wouldn’t be so willing to give you a blowjob, if I didn’t look forward to that reward at the end. I love you so much!”

“DJ, I think, if you pull on your boxer-briefs, we maybe should make ourselves visible to the world outside.”

Jamie and DJ headed to the kitchen, where Karen was frying pancakes and Carl was sipping coffee with a smirk on his face.

Carl queried, “So what have you boys been doing for the last hour?”

Jamie replied, “We’ve just üvey baba porno been laying around, and chatting.”

“Right!” Carl said, grinning, “I’m certain you guys don’t just sleep together, night after night, and never touch each other!” Both DJ and Jamie felt blood rushing to their faces, and Carl noticed the redness.

Carl, continuing his picking, “Guys, I was young once, and I know first hand what havoc hormones can raise in young men. I’d be naïve to think that all you ever do in bed is sleep!” Then, laughing, “You both wear red quite well, but seriously, I’m just picking, not criticizing. What you guys do with each other, behind closed doors, is your business, we love you guys, more than you could possibly know! You can wipe the red off your faces and let’s eat.”

Jamie, smiling and looking at DJ, “I think we’ve been discovered, baby, I guess our secrets aren’t so secret.” DJ just smiled back.

Karen, placing a platter of pancakes on the table, “Jamie, you received a small package yesterday, in the mail.”

“Thanks, Mom, I’ll check it out later.”

“What time are you boys working today?” Karen asked.

“We’re both 3 to 9,” Jamie answered, “usually on Wednesday I’m 4 to 10, but Anthony is closing early tonight, but expects to be extra busy on carryout. He says a lot of people are cooking for Thanksgiving tomorrow, and will order pizza for tonight.”

“I can understand that,” Karen replied, “I’m going to thaw the Turkey, and cook cranberries and make pecan pies today.”

“Mom, can I talk to you, alone?”

“Sure, honey.” Karen answered, and they both went into the living room.

“Where is that package?” Karen picked it up off the bookcase and handed it to Jamie. Jamie opened it immediately, pulling out two Pride rings, one of them labeled 9 and the other labeled 10, and showed them to Karen.

“They’re pretty, Jamie,” Karen spoke, “Those aren’t engagement rings, are they?”

“No Mom, they’re Pride rings. See all the rainbow colors? The size 10 is a birthday gift for DJ. The 9 is mine, but I don’t want to wear it until DJ has his tomorrow. Other LGBT people will know the meaning of the rainbow colors, and both of us wearing identical rings will solidify our love for each other. Can I ask you to wrap it up and,” grinning, “put it in a large box that will throw him off?”

“Sure, honey,” Karen said, smiling, “I need to wrap up the play station and the games you bought, also, I’ll do that after you boys go to work. Are you sleeping at DJ’s tonight?”

“As far as I know, thanks, Mom, you’re the greatest, I love you, we both love you!” Jamie and Karen hugged and kissed each other on the lips. It’s OK, they’re Mother and Son. Karen is comfortable even kissing DJ on the lips now, as she considers them both her ‘sons’.

They returned to the kitchen, Carl picked up the dirty dishes and placed them in the dishwasher and Karen tended to the beef stew she was preparing for lunch. Jamie and DJ, with no school today, decided to go back into the bedroom and play some games, while they had some time to kill before work.

“Jamie, when I can save up some money, I’m going to get a play station, and then we can play at our house too.”

“That’ll be cool,” Jamie responded, trying to hide the grin, as he knew that one of DJ’s birthday presents is a play station PS3, and some games. Jamie is so excited about his boyfriend’s birthday tomorrow, much more excited than for his own birthday, coming on Christmas Day. He is having a tough time, trying to hide his excitement.

At 1:00 PM they shut down the play station, and both boys went to the bathroom and shared a shower together, then dried and went back to the bedroom to dress for work. At about 2:00 PM, they both ate a bowl of Karen’s beef stew before they left sharing lunch with Carl as he would need to leave about 3:30, his shift starting at 4:00 PM to midnight. His plant was to shut down at the end of his shift tonight, and re-open Sunday night with the graveyard shift, to give all the workers a long weekend for Thanksgiving.

DJ and I both clocked out at 9:00 PM Wednesday night, and as we got to my car, Jamie pulled up next to us. Jamie mentioned that he and DJ were planning to stop at WAWA and pick up subs and asked what kind of sub I would like.

“Hold on, guys,” I said, “Joe gets off at 11:00 and is spending the night at our house.” Then, pulling out a $20, “Take this, and get a giant Club Sub that Joe and I can share, plus whatever you guys want, will a twenty cover?”

“It should,” Jamie replied, “If it doesn’t we do have some money, Dad you don’t have to do this.”

“You guys are always treating me,” I said, “I think it’s my turn to treat you. I’ll buy if you fly! I’ll go home and wait for you. I’m going to wait up for Joe, anyway.”

The boys took off for WAWA, and I placed a quick call to Joe, letting him know we would have subs to eat when he got home. He told me that he would be in uniform, but had brought clothes with him for tomorrow, and he should be there about 11:00 or very shortly after.

I went on home and the boys came in just about 9:45 and lay the bag with the subs down on the table. DJ suggested that we wait for Joe and we could eat together, as a family. Jamie and I both agreed. DJ slipped into the den and opened the doors to the CD’s, and pulled one off the shelf.

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Author’s note: As with all of my stories, this one is a slow-burner and leaves something to the imagination. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

Disclaimer: Although not stated explicitly, all characters are over 18 years old.

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“I dare you.” I stared at the words again and they seemed to take on a new meaning, the letters morphing of their own accord into different shapes and sizes and colors. This couldn’t be real.

I glanced up at the locker room full of players shuffling to get their gear on, talking, laughing, ribbing, and looked for any sign that one of them was more interested in me and my flashy red paper, but no one seemed to care. Weird. My eyes drifted again to the text, and for the twentieth or thirtieth time, I read the words.

“You work so hard at every practice. I admire and respect that about you.

The showers are very calm after everyone is gone and you deserve a little treat. Stay later tonight, cutie, and enjOy yourself. I dare you ;)”

The cursive writing was impeccable, smooth in its flow. A dark blue fountain pen must have been used and the expensive-feeling red paper had a faint smell of something. Vanilla, I suddenly realized. Maybe the desired effect was seductive and bold, but I found it a little endearing. The “cutie” sort of negated everything daring about it.

But it was the way the word “enjOy” was written that kept me mesmerized. It was clearly italicized, with a capital O in the middle. The connotation was hard to miss. This… person, whoever they were, was asking me to enjoy myself in the showers after everyone was gone. Here, at the club. I snickered to myself thinking that I had a perfectly nice and private apartment I could do that in, at no one else’s command, so why would I risk it here? But there was something about that “I dare you” and the winking face that followed it that made my mouth dry and my insides growl. I brushed the thought aside. No, I wouldn’t. Would I?

The locker room was calming down. I looked up and saw only three players remained. I recognized Oksana, because oh well, who wouldn’t recognize Oksana, but the other two were still among the mishmash of faces, names, and jersey numbers that I hadn’t memorized yet. Number 7 and Number 12. However, none of the three was paying me attention so I started wondering if it was a coincidence that they were still here or if one of them was my… what do you call a person who secretly dares you to do something risky? Naughty instigator, perhaps?

I carefully placed the red paper in the side pocket of my gym bag and finished getting dressed. Socks, shoes, hair band and tie, everything was automatic. When you’ve played football – I refused to call it soccer like everyone did – for as long as you’ve been able to walk and been in teams since you were allowed to join one, the practice and match preparations became second-nature. There was a point where I thought I’d be doing this on a professional level, but a knee injury in the middle of my high school senior year plus a letter of acceptance to law school meant that my dreams of being the next Maldini or Cannavaro, female edition, were thwarted. Now I had to console myself by playing for a local team in a local league and feel like my past talent had been squandered. But at least I was back doing what I loved and it didn’t conflict with my day job.

With one last glance at my gym bag and the mysterious letter within, I closed my locker and shook my head. Maybe someone on the team was trying to get into my head. I did grab a starting position in less than a month when many had been with the team for a few years, so maybe the other defenders weren’t happy about it. No one had shown any bitterness though; quite the contrary, they were very helpful and welcoming. Plus there was that “cutie.” It definitely wasn’t a bitter one.

Practice was tough. Usually, when my feet hit the green grass, I found a way to get into my warrior mode. Block out the external stimuli, forget everything outside the field, and just give it my full concentration and effort. But today was different. My mind kept wandering back to that red paper, to that faint smell of vanilla, and to that daring message. Who could have slipped it in my locker?

With each practice drill, each movement, each run, I found myself looking at my teammates more and more, scrutinizing their behavior. Was it Bree, the goalie? We had gotten along rather well on the field and, by virtue of our positions, she had a nice view of my backside most times. Maybe she liked it a little more than she let on? Or was it Kiara, the other central defender? We had easily found a harmony together, moving in tandem to cover the penalty area, not stepping on the other’s toes, and having each other’s back. When you’re a central defender, chemistry with your teammate can make or break your play, and Kiara and I had a lot of effortless chemistry and understanding. It was as if we’d been playing together forever, and maybe she did want us to play other games too. Or could it porno be Brooke, the team captain, miss congeniality without even trying off the field, and our own version of Iniesta on the field? She had been welcoming from the day I joined the team and always tried to get me involved with the group banter and off-field activities. During practice and matches, she had eyes everywhere, so maybe she had been eying me out without me even noticing. Or was it Oksana? The tall blonde goddess with Russian descent with whom I butted every time she stormed our defense during practice? We did have a bit of a quirky rivalry going on and maybe that lead to some attraction on her part. It was easy to imagine her daring people to do things and them bending over backwards to obey any order coming from her perfectly kissable lips.

Wait… Where did that thought come from? I slapped myself mentally while tackling number 14 and grabbing the ball before she could pass it to Oksana. Dribble and pass to midfield… Brooke. She was everywhere indeed. Did she smile at me? I thought she smiled.

What was happening? I shook my head for what felt like the hundredth time and tried to concentrate and get back to my position. But my eyes landed on Number 7 who was stretching and getting ready to join the practice match. Her lunges were deep and showed off a perfect bottom.

“JESS!!!” Kiara’s voice shook me out of my ass-gazing moment and I barely noticed Oksana speeding past me and straight to the goal. Kiara quickly caught up with her and tried to slow her down while I ran toward them and snapped the ball between Oksana’s legs from behind, flipped around, and cleared it with a powerful kick. This should not happen again, I chastised myself, while Kiara was rightfully raining expletives on me and Oksana applauded my swift comeback and teased Kiara for not reacting fast enough.

I got my mind back in the game for the rest of practice, but I couldn’t ignore the fact that I was on high-alert the entire time, watching every player, their eyes, their movements, their bodies. I had been playing football for as long as I remembered and I’d never looked at another girl’s body beyond just acknowledging her fitness level. But now, other things were popping up as if for the first time. Curves, toned bodies, tensing muscles, sexy calves… The world “bootie” flashed in my head and I couldn’t stop repeating it. This was a buffet of delicious booties, if there ever was one.

But I wasn’t a lesbian. I hadn’t been attracted to girls, at least I hadn’t ever thought I was. This was an all-new territory to me. Could I be reconsidering my sexuality now, at the not-so-tender age of 27? “No,” the smart part of my brain answered. “You’re just affected by that silly red letter, it’s making you think things. And that big O in enjOy, it’s been a few days.” The drive home was going to be agonizing. “But there’s the shower here,” the naughty part of my brain retorted. “The very calm shower, after everyone is gone, the players, the coach, the assi…”

Oh crap! It could also be coach Terry, couldn’t it? Or her assistant Alex? Or anyone of the staff at the club? They all had access to the lockers. I turned to the bench and saw Terry and Alex gesticulating and talking. They were in their mid-thirties, and quite attractive. It wouldn’t be implausible to imagine one of them having a crush on a player. I was doomed. There was no way I could guess where that letter came from.

As the practice match ended and we finished some more drills and stretching exercises, Brooke brought us all together for a huddle and encouraging words. I was instantly aware of the amount of sweaty female flesh touching me and the close proximity of heaving chests around me. The person who dared me could have been among them, bumping against me now, and getting a thrill out of knowing what I didn’t. This had to end, I was going crazy.

With the training over, I knew all the players would go to the lockers to shower and there would be a huge amount of skin on display. Only a few of the girls were comfortable being fully nude in front of the others, but there were a lot that paraded in their underwear between the lockers and showers. I didn’t need to see that today and get more confused, so I offered to stow away the practice equipment.

Alex, the assistant coach, stayed back to help me and we started gathering the various rings, hurdles, cones, poles, and balls, then took them to the storage locker. She didn’t say a word through it all and I was grateful for the silent reprieve from the craziness of the locker room. I couldn’t, however, stop myself from sneaking glances at Alex in her form fitting jeans and red polo shirt. She was cute in an understated way.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you start losing your mind. How could this one paper with barely three sentences confuse me and influence me so much? I had to get a grip. I wasn’t attracted to girls, this was just a silly moment.

“Jess,” I shook myself and saw Alex very close to me, touching my arm. I smiled anime porno to try to hide the trepidation in my whole body. She had kind eyes. “You’ve been quite absentminded today, anything wrong?”

“Oh, no, uhm, maybe, yes.” I stuttered. “A case at work, it’s got my attention,” I lied.

“Oh, good. Well, not good-good, but good in the sense that it’s probably nothing life-threatening, I suppose.” I nodded. “You’re an excellent defender, Jess, and both Terry and I saw that in you from your first tryout. But a defender can’t be thinking about other things when on the field. It’s deadly and we’d have to bench you. So I hope it’s a one-time thing. Leave work outside the field.”

I apologized and assured her it wouldn’t happen again. Perhaps I was getting good at this evasion thing as the entire time she was speaking, half of my mind was concentrated on the fact that she was still touching my arm and that the three buttons on her polo shirt were undone and offered a nice preview of her creamy white body.

She smiled, seemingly content with my answer and walked away. I headed toward the locker room, hoping everyone was already in the showers by now. That was the case. If I were honest with myself, I would have admitted that I was a little disappointed I didn’t get to see some skin. I grabbed my gym bag and went into one of the empty showers.

The club had been sponsored by a wealthy businessman who grew up in the community and built like a professional stadium. It was one of the largest I’d played at and they had taken into account not only having over twenty showers, but also including a small changing room inside each one and a door, so you had as much privacy as you wanted.

The sound of the water coming from all the stalls was overpowering, though there was still the occasional shout or small discussion between two players. One by one, though, I heard the showers turn off and the doors open. I didn’t count, but as I was shampooing my hair, I had a feeling only a few were left.

I panicked. Whether subconsciously or not, I had put myself in the situation the letter wanted me to be in. I was suddenly attentive to every sound around me. I didn’t recognize the voices but one to my right was asking if someone could drop her off and another one, also to my right, agreed, and I thought there was one other occupied shower to my left. When the two on my right went away, I turned off my shower and listened. Nothing. I turned it back on and rinsed my hair. Just to be sure, I switched the shower off again, and perked my ears. Nothing. I turned it back on and moved on to wash my body.

I was now painfully aware of the predicament I was in. The coast was clear. I was alone and I could do whatever I wanted. Not that anything would have stopped me before, but well, psychologically, it was easier knowing I didn’t have an audience to hide from. Was I seriously considering it now? This couldn’t be. I needed to get a grip and just get myself home. The letter couldn’t win. Even if whoever was behind it didn’t know that I followed the instructions, I would know. And I wasn’t weak and easily influenceable. No, I was my own master. I could choose not to do it.

My strong resolve lasted the three seconds it took my hand to travel down my body. By the time my soapy finger hit my outer lips, I knew it was a lost battle. I wasn’t just wet, I was soaking. A shudder coursed through me and I closed my eyes and held onto the wall with my left hand. The little voice telling me I should stop was soon drowned out by the thumping of blood in my head, and the remainder of my resistance was washed out with the water running down my body into the drain.

With a heavy sigh, I felt my finger dip between my folds and knowingly reach my hard nub. There was no time to play or tease, I was aching for a release so I rubbed with frenzy, pictures of my teammates swirling in my head in a jumble of soft skin and rounded butts and plush tits. Within less than a minute, my building orgasm came crashing and I barely managed to turn and lay my back on the wall as I whimpered, swallowing the cry in my throat.

The letter had won and I didn’t care. The naughty instigator had driven me to the brink and I had jumped with both feet, one finger, and one very drenched pussy. I heaved slowly, my finger still exploring, not totally content with the speed of this resolution. Soon enough, with my back now supported against the wall, I was on my way to a second, only slightly less frenetic, orgasm. As I was about to hit my peak, I pictured the woman behind that letter opening the door to my shower stall and walking in on me, and I crashed and tumbled with another barely contained whimper.

A few minutes later, as I breathed normally again and felt some strength come back to my legs, I dragged myself back under the running water and finished cleaning up. I should have felt shame for being so easily influenced, but I didn’t. I was owning my pleasure.

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“Oh my, last Tuesday must have been intense! arap porno I wish I were in there with you.

You’re so hot and the gym room might get a little stuffy today. How about you unbrace yourself before you walk in, cutie? I dare you ;)”

The same red paper had been slipped inside my locker. The same flawless handwriting with the same “cutie,” and the same innuendo with the word “unbrace” italicized.

I glanced up at the locker room still full of players getting ready for today’s gym session and again; no one seemed to care about me and my special letter. I inhaled deeply and shook myself.

She knew what I’d done last time. Wasn’t everyone gone by the time I went on my little shower joyride? Was she still there? Did she hear me above the sound of the water? No, there was no way. She probably just calculated that I’d been the last one in, and thus out, since I took care of the equipment. She was just assuming I obeyed her instructions. So the only way she’d know that for sure would be if I followed today’s dare. I had the upper hand now.

I smiled and stowed the paper away in my gym bag, all the while wondering if winning a naughty dare required doing it or not doing it. In my case, the lines blurred so much I couldn’t tell. Oh shit, the voice of reason sounded in my head again. I was trying to rationalize doing what she asked. No way. This wasn’t happening again.

I headed to the changing room to get dressed and physically slapped myself the moment the door closed behind me. “No, Jess, no, you wouldn’t go train without a bra on. First, because it’s uncomfortable. Second, because you’re not a creep. And third, because you’re not giving her that satisfaction,” the logical part of my brain shouted.

Alright, I agreed internally, and started taking off my work clothes. I got my gym gear on, with the bra, and was about to open the door when I suddenly stopped, took off my t-shirt and bra, stuffed the latter in my gym bag, and put the former back on. By itself. With a smirk on my face, I headed back to the locker room and threw my bag in my assigned locker.

Only a few players remained, all shuffling to get ready, and I wondered if she was among them. Would she notice my erect nipples? Would she get a kick out of it? I practically pranced around, emboldened by my take-charge attitude, and shouted at the remaining girls to get their asses up to the gym.

“That’s some serious enthusiasm, you heard the newbie, girls!” Number 20 replied and dashed after me, smacked me on my behind, and slowed down to let me catch up. After a double take on my chest, she whistled and nudged me. “Whoa, you’re stacked!” I feigned incomprehension and she laughed heartily. “Those are some damn fine titties, you should let them go free more often.”

“I forgot my sports bra at home,” I shrugged. That was the most logical excuse.

“Then you should forget your sports bra at home more often.” She winked and laughed again. I joined her. Her cheerfulness was contagious and I thought for a moment that if she was my naughty instigator, I wouldn’t mind her doing unspeakable things to me, as long as she brought that perky attitude along.

Walking into the gym, I was hit by a waft of cold air from the AC and the smell of musky sweat that had accumulated over years of intense training. I was also hit by the realization of what I’d just done. Two hours with glistening flesh around me while my nipples brushed freely against my shirt sounded just as good as prospective torture.

And torture they were. I caught some sideway glances the first few minutes as every team member seemed to notice my clothing situation, but nothing out of the ordinary. I kept a tally in my head of every person and their reaction, trying to determine which one was the most telling. None jumped at me. There were those who did a double take, those who required a triple one, those who looked once and lingered a little bit to take it all in, and those who looked once and then tried to not look again for a while until their eyes inevitably landed back on my chest for one more check. Whoever my naughty instigator was, she was good at not making herself very obvious.

After some warm-up cardio on the elliptical, where my upper arms brushed way too often against my shirt and my chest bounced more freely than I’d ever felt, I moved to the weight lifting area where most of the players were. Alex was guiding Bree and Number 15, our two goalkeepers, but coach Terry was supervising everyone else. She raised her eyebrows when she noticed my wardrobe situation and glared at me. I felt myself both shrink from embarrassment and, oddly, tingle from excitement.

“50 weighted bench crunches, Jess!” She shouted and moved closely toward an empty inclined bench. What was it about a coach that made you feel like a shy little girl again, even though you were an adult capable of making criminals shudder in court? I rushed to grab a weighted plate and came back to the bench. In my head, I was rehearsing the exercise and calculating how uncomfortable and indiscreet it was going to be. The answer: a lot. I chastised myself several times and promised not to fall for such silly shenanigans again. Who in their right mind would train without a bra when they have D-sized breasts to account for?

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Author’s Note: Just to warn you, this is another slow-burn, and also contains mild elements of blood-play, so don’t read on if that kinda thing freaks you out.

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Cold rain pelted Sally’s shivering body as she hurried over the winding cobblestone sidewalk. It had just started to pour again a few minutes earlier, but since the sky in Brimfield was always a little cloudy, she hadn’t really been able to predict it. Maybe she should of; it pretty much always rained in the boring little town. In fact, if it weren’t for the discovery she was about to make, Sally might have said that its near constant rain was the only remarkable thing about the entire area.

In 1985, as throughout all its history, the English town of Brimfield was no more than a disjointed gear in the goings-on of the world. It wasn’t particularly bad by the standard of your average British town, but nor was it particularly good. Most people didn’t think anything of Brimfield—including a large majority of the people who lived in it. Sally, however, was kinda growing to hate it. She’d been assigned by the senior detective constables to investigate a series of odd attacks in the area. It seemed like a sort of hazing ritual, dragging her away from the city to deal with whatever this mess was. The townspeople were probably just playing an elaborate prank, anyway. After all, what kind of freak goes around biting random strangers in the middle of the night? Utter bullshit.

Sally picked up her pace as the bar came into view. There was a small area of cover where the building’s roof jutted out and blocked the rain as it fell. She nearly slipped in her haste to make it into this little alcove. Disgruntled and wet, Sally shook the water from her coat, then wrung out it out in streams from her hair. “Loathsome place,” she muttered to herself, bringing an unlit cigarette to her lips before digging a zippo out of her pocket. “Don’t even let you smoke in their bars.” A few cars passed while the cigarette slowly burned to a little nub, which Sally promptly put out with her shoe.

Her need for nicotine temporarily sated, Sally headed through the bar’s door. The Dozing Sheep, said establishment, was not what one would call nice, or clean for that matter, but it only took five minutes for her to walk there, so that’s where Sally went. It didn’t bother her that the tables were mostly occupied by various elderly men and women, or that a faint smell of vomit permeated throughout the room. It was a suitable place to collect information, and the beer tasted pretty good too. Plus, the bartender had a funny handlebar mustache that always made her laugh when she got drunk.

“Got any new leads?” asked a wizened man sitting at the far end of the counter. The “incidents” were about the only thing the townspeople talked about recently. Though she wouldn’t say it, Sally secretly believed that the main reason they asked her about her investigation so often was that it validated the attacks beyond a normal town rumor, gave a sense that the townspeople’s fears were grounded.

“Erh, not much, Mr. Fletcher,” she replied sheepishly. “I talked to Tuesday’s victim, but she didn’t remember much, so I can’t say that I’ve made any real progress.” Sally hopped atop a stool a couple away from Mr. Fletcher’s and ordered a pint.

“Shame,” he said, looking genuinely disappointed at the lack of new information. “I hope to God this doesn’t turn out to be the work of a budding serial killer or the like.”

“I doubt it,” Sally replied with a dry laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. “Chances are that a group of kids are doing all this to be rebellious.” She paused to thank the bartender as he slid her pint over. “Though I admit they’ve chosen a rather strange way of doing so.” She downed a swig of the amber liquid. “That said, if there is a more malicious intent, you can trust me to get to the bottom of it.”

Mr. Fletcher held his glass up. “Cheers to that. And, hey, after this… thing is done, you might want to consider a more permanent role here.”

Sally almost broke out in laughter at the idea, but stopped herself with another sip of beer. To think she’d want to spend a day longer here than she needed to! Not a chance. She would be back home the second the case wrapped up, you could count on that.

“Don’t keep haranguing the lady!” interjected a different elderly man from his table, where a small group had gathered for their nightly games of chess. “She shouldn’t waste her life in this decrepit place. And I would know. I’ve lived her my whole life.”

“All I’m saying,” Fletcher went on, “is that the people of Brimfield appreciate your service, detective. It’s not like we have anyone of quality here.”

“I heard that,” said William, one of the town’s three police officers and local drunk.

“Oh, shut up you toper,” mocked the bartender with a playful smile. “You know as well as anyone that you don’t do squat but drink.”

William snorted and sunk back into his booth. “Aye, true, and I wear it as a badge of pride. But I don’t take lightly to talk of Casibom replacing me.”

“No one’s going to replace you,” Sally finally told him. “My superiors will want me back once I’ve filed my report.”

“I’d imagine so,” the bartender said, using an old towel to wipe off a glass. “There are more important crimes in the city that need people like Sally to handle. These attacks are just an odd blip in the peace of this town… or rather in its dullness.” He put the glass down and slide to the other side of Sally’s stool. “Speaking of leads, though, it may be a good idea to look into this one,” he whispered to her, surreptitiously pointing his thumb at a young woman nursing a gin and tonic at the end of the counter. “My gut tells me she’s up to something.”

Sally peeked at the woman from the corner of her eyes, though it wasn’t as if she’d never noticed her before. In fact, the woman had left a lasting impression in Sally’s mind since the first time she encountered her at this very same bar. There was a beautiful kind of sadness which radiated out from her and seemed to repel any who’d dare to approach. Sally didn’t even know the woman’s name despite almost always being in the bar at the same time as her.

And moreover, Sally remembered her because the woman stirred something inside her, something hidden and repressed. For whatever reason, she would occasionally feel a tightness in her chest whenever looking at the woman, like a fighter who’s had the wind punched out of them. Maybe it was her rich brown hair, lovely freckles, or the porcelain paleness of her skin, but Sally was ashamed to feel a slight tingling in her groin when the woman suddenly made eye contact with her.

“No,” Sally said quietly as she lowered her gaze to the beer, “I bet she’s just lonely. I’ve seen that type before and they tend not to wish harm on anyone. Usually all they want is space to breathe, nurse their wounds.” She didn’t notice it, but Sally had divulged more personal information than the bartender was looking for.

“Oh,” he said, a little embarrassed for brushing against this raw nerve, “I didn’t mean it like that. She seems odd, is all.”

Sally pressed her lips up to the glass of beer and grinned. “In the business, we call that ‘profiling’, and it’s something I personally avoid.” The bartender dropped the topic after her subtle rebuke.

Hours passed in the Sheep, with Sally casually downing pint after pint. Despite how much she internally claimed to hate the place, it was also the one solace she had after a frustrating day of investigating. She could talk to the other sordid patrons who, like her, thought the best things in the world were libations and conversation. Her time in the bar was also important to Sally because it gave her mind time to decompress and look at the facts of the case in a different, more relaxed state.

The facts. Sally thought the phrase implied much more solid evidence than there was. ‘Cause what did she even really have? In the past three weeks there had been a series of bizarre attacks in the town—that much was known. Six people, all with different backgrounds and ages, had been assaulted in the middle of the night by someone with extraordinary strength. That’s how the attacks were described by just about every person she interviewed. And the weirdest part was that, so far, none of the victims had been robbed or significantly injured. Instead, each and every one of them reported feeling a sharp pain in the neck, which in all cases left marks that they could show her: two small, inflamed holes spaced close together. The victims also frequently said they felt a sensation like sucking after they were pierced in the neck, and later being overcome with drowsiness. By the look of things, whoever was perpetrating these attacks certainly had an unhealthy obsession with vampires to recreate the mythological signs so accurately. But why? Who could possibly benefit from this? Or was the assailant simply insane, having no motivations beyond spreading a bit of fear?

Sally polished off her fourth pint and quietly shook her head. None of the facts made sense together, and it was really starting to frustrate her. She checked her watch: 10:26, about time to go home for the evening. It’d be another busy day tomorrow.

“I think I’m going to turn in,” Sally said to the bartender, stretching her arms out wide.

“And I assume I’ll see you at the same time tomorrow?” the bartender asked.

Sally hauled herself off the stool and pulled out her wallet to pay the tab. “You know it.” She turned to nod at the elderly man a couple of seats away. “Mr. Fletcher.”

He flashed her a toothy smile, though it was missing a couple of those pearly whites. “Always a pleasure, Sally.”

She was just about to leave the bar and go back to her comfy hotel bed when the urge to urinate suddenly overcame her. So it is; beer will do that to you. It would be better to get it over with quickly rather than have to hold it in as she walked the streets, which left her only one option. The Sheep’s facilities were on the dirty side, yet they would do fine for the moment. “But Casibom Giriş first,” Sally went on, at this point thoroughly inebriated, “to the bathroom.”

Sally spun around again and made her way to the ladies’ room. As she passed by the counter, Sally noticed that the strange and beautiful woman had left. It was a puzzling thing to see for her, especially since Sally imagined she would have noticed the woman exiting. Whatever, she thought. It must be because of the beer.

The bathroom door swung open at Sally’s push, revealing a familiar face. The melancholy woman was standing quietly in front of the mirror, washing her hands in the sink. Her face revealed no surprise at the door opening. Sally, however, felt her body instinctively tense in response to the sight. A cold shiver ran through her, quickly replaced with a burning flush. The woman was even more beautiful up close—ethereal, almost mythical. Her form seemed practically paradoxical in that dingy lavatory. Sally imagined the woman would fit better on a moonlit beach than there, imagined she’d fit better in her bed… Sally shook the thought away and headed to the nearest stall, desperately fighting the urge to linger on the personification of beauty before her.

“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.” The words, spoken in a smooth and husky tone, stopped Sally in her tracks.

“No…” she replied, nearly quaking with suppressed desire, “we haven’t.” Sally could sense the woman approaching her from behind, feel the strong presence come over her. She turned and nearly started when she saw that the woman’s face was even closer to her, close enough that Sally could make out each discrete dimple on her skin.

“I’m Mina,” the woman told her, extending a hand, “Mina Murray.”

Sally only reluctantly put her own hand out, half-expecting that Mina would vanish the second their skin met. But she didn’t. Mina Murray remained where she was, a deep curiosity permeating her eyes.

“Sally Leone. Nice to meet you.” Internally, she balked at the formality of introducing yourself so primly in such a dingy bathroom. If it were anyone else, the gesture might have appeared bizarre, but with Mina, a handshake was the most natural way to make an introduction. And Sally wasn’t going to complain either, because a handshake gave her the chance to actually touch Mina, and to experience the refined softness of her flesh, the grace of her fingers.

Mina stared deeply at the constable, looked over her every feature. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of bliss, she pulled her hand away. “I see you at the counter almost every day,” she said with a slight smile. “To be honest, I’ve always wanted to talk to you, but was never able to muster the courage.”

Sally wanted to laugh hysterically, wanted to laugh until she cried. What a coincidence! Because I have to actively restrain myself from coming over and sitting next to you! That’s what she thought, but what Sally said was, “Really? I can’t imagine a woman as beautiful as you would be intimidated by someone like me.” Shit, I got too excited.

Mina’s smile widened to show a hint of her teeth, but unlike Mr. Fletcher, hers were almost perfect. “You think I’m beautiful?”

“Well… yes. I mean, you really are pretty.” Sally was beginning to flounder and she knew it. Her drunkenness only made the scenario worse, causing a crimson blush to form on her cheeks. “And, uhm, I’m always open to talk. That is, I am when off duty. So, don’t hesitate to contact me.”

Mina demurred then, turning her face to the filthy bathroom tiles. “That’s kind of you to offer. I think I’ll you up on it. In fact, expect to see me again soon.” Her burst of shyness was a short one, however, and Mina quickly went back to staring at Sally. Her gaze lingered for maybe a couple of seconds, devouring the constable with her rich brown eyes. Suddenly, her hand went up again, this time to stroke across Sally’s cheekbone. “Your face is so much like hers,” Mina said, practically in a whisper. “And those eyes. It’s really… uncanny.”

Sally found herself about a second away from discarding all self-control, all shame, and planting a kiss right on this stranger’s lips. But before she could, Mina drew back and strode out of the room, leaving Sally with an uncomfortable warmth in her heart. She stood there bewildered until the gears in her mind returned to their normal positions, allowing her to think clearly once more. As she calmed down on the toilet, an odd thought nagged at Sally, despite her bliss. She couldn’t put her finger on it at first, but then it all came back in a surge of realization. The mirror! I couldn’t see her reflection in the mirror!

There was no doubt about it, through the haze of barely alcohol and barely suppressed lust, Sally’s honed instincts had picked up on Mina’s lack of reflection. It was, well, absurd, but she knew what she saw, and what she saw didn’t make any sense. Or maybe it made too much sense. In the bathroom stall, Sally rubbed her face with the palms of her hands, the dull hum of a ventilation shaft coming from above. Maybe she was just fried from Casibom Güncel Giriş working on this case all day. Apparently, her normally stolid mind had been invaded with thoughts of vampires, so that she saw phantom signs of them wherever she went.

Sally left to go home after that—home in this case being the bed and breakfast she was set up in for the duration of her stay. The earlier rain had turned to a faint drizzle, which made her walk back a little bit better. It still felt pretty unpleasant to get so wet, though. Her clothes were moist and clingy by the time she stepped into her temporary room. Sally didn’t spare the energy to turn the lights on; she just shed her wet attire and jumped face first into bed, letting her underwear functioning as pajamas.

There was a fan by the nightstand, and Sally stretched over the bed to turn it on. The cool air it generated ran across her skin and calmed her with white noise. Sally thought it would be nice to sink into the mattress and forget all about the mysterious case, simply get eaten up by her bed. It was so soft and pleasant—soft, like Mina’s hand, like Mina’s skin. Sally sat up in the dark of the room, startled by where her mind was going. Why did that woman evoke such a response from her? She felt like an obsession was gradually forming now that they’d actually spoke and touched each other. But what did she expect? Sally hadn’t been in a relationship with another woman since university, and that was only a brief, impulsive tryst at best, one which left her feeling ashamed and wrong.

Sally wished she’d been born normal. However, that wasn’t the case. She liked women, she loved women. Who would’ve thought that something so basic could create such an array of problems. Sally flipped on her back and settled into the downy pillow. She felt her built-up frustrations rise to the surface, then take over. Sally’s hand drifted down to her cotton panties as an image of Mina formed in her sleepy brain. Such an attractive, alluring woman—even by the city’s standards. Mina’s was a pure beauty that demanded recognition. Sally stroked the lips of her pussy over her underwear.

A tingling heat built in Sally’s core as she pleasured herself to the image of Mina, first clothed then bare and splayed out. A part of Sally told her that what she was doing was wrong, but another part told that first part to shove it and let them enjoy this. Sally listened to the latter aspect of herself.

She slipped her panties to the side and stuck a finger into her wet folds, picturing how pink Mina’s pussy must be. Sally imagined she would have pert little nipples as well, the kind that’s just perfect for sucking and pinching. She unhinged her bra so she could stimulate her own two nipples. Next, Sally slipped another finger into her aching depths, getting ready to bring herself to climax. Her frustration was transformed to euphoria in that shadowy room, with the fan spinning ceaselessly beside her.

Sally envisioned what Mina’s face would look like contorted in lust as her pussy was eaten out, and that was enough to put her past the point of no return. She moved her hand down so she could rub her clit and deliver the last blow, the blow that caused her to finally orgasm. Sally’s pussy seized up around fingers and she had stifle a moan so loud that it would have certainly woken the people next door if she’d let it loose.

Her breath came out in short bursts as she came down from her release, and the image of Mina dissolved to nothing. A pang of guilt arose, threatening to spread into something more, but Sally hastily pushed it out of her thoughts. There was no use in ruining a good orgasm like that. So, she turned to her stomach and pulled the covers up instead, allowing sleep to whisk her away. Nothing disturbed her quiet slumber that night. Sally’s dreams were placid as she dozed with her arms wrapped around the firm pillow for comfort.

The next day came like a sledgehammer to the kneecap. Sally figured she must have drunk a smidge more than was responsible, because her head pounded throughout the entire morning, and an espresso only mitigated it slightly. So, Sally woke grumpy and upset, but minimally upset with her lack of concrete progress. There still hadn’t been a major breakthrough in case—in fact, she’d hardly learned much more than what the initial set of victim interviews provided. To make things worse, the pattern of attacks led her to believe that another assault would take place that very night, considering the consistent three day break between reports. And her lingering thoughts of Mina didn’t help either.

No, Sally, she said to herself as memories of the previous evening’s events came back. Now isn’t the time to be pining over some woman. Now is the time to figure out a solution to this whole weird affair. The answer was painfully obvious, too. It just didn’t appeal to her much. If she wanted a better chance at catching the killer, Sally knew she’d need to stay up late enough to get a chance at observing the attack first-hand. It was a risky thing to do, and a tactic her superiors would surely advise against, but the odds seemed in her favor. Not only did the incidents all happen in intervals of three days, they also took place within a specific distance of the last one. If Sally mapped out the places of attack, then she guessed it should be possible to roughly triangulate the next one.

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“Such a long holiday now you’re at College,” said his mother, “What are you going to do with yourself?”

“Off with my mates in August. Now? Thought I might drop down and see Aunt Jane for a few days.”

“Aunt Jane? Well, that would be very nice of you. What put it into your head?”

“She was obviously pretty broken up with Uncle Bob dying, when she stayed with us. Thought she might like a bit of family company. She hasn’t taken up with anyone else has she?”

“Not that I know of. They were very close. Such a lottery isn’t it — him getting so ill at only his age. Do you want me to ring her for you?”

“I was going to myself.”

“Might be easier for me to find out if she really wants to have you staying. She wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“OK. Not really on to go so far unless I do stay.” In fact he had quite another reason for wanting to stay, the idea of a gamble he might or might not take according to how things worked out.

He drove up in the late afternoon after a long day’s drive. She lived in quite a large suburban house, up a short drive. He had not seen it since he was a child, but decided he did not like it — Uncle Bill, his mother’s brother, had been a beefy obvious sort of man who had bought an obvious house. Neither were much to his own taste.

His wife was another matter. When he rang she answered, looking far better than when he had last seen her soon after Uncle Bob’s death. She was a fully built woman in her early forties, wearing a summer dress, her off-blond hair its natural colour.

She welcomed him, showed him to a pleasant room at the top of the house, gave him time to shower and change, and had made a real effort with the meal she had laid out for the two of them on the plain wood table of her large kitchen. They gossiped of family matters and of his first year at college, and got through the best part of a couple of bottles of wine. At last, over coffee, he broached the topic he had come to broach.

“So,” he asked, “How’s your social life? Have you taken up with anyone else at all?”

She looked rather surprised by this, but went with it. “Since you ask, not really. I have my friends of course. But if you mean men, no.”

“Too soon? Not interested?”

“Quite an interrogation. Actually not too soon and not not interested. More opportunity has not knocked. Or, to be frank, it has knocked a few times but not to do with anyone I would want to spend much time with.”

“You’re a very attractive woman. There must be lots of worth while men out there who’d grab at the chance of you.” He looked at her intently.

She seemed taken aback again.

“You think so do you? That’s new on me. Since when?”

“Since when we were on holiday, do you remember, you and Uncle and mum and dad and me, in that hotel south of Venice.”

“That’s very precise. How come?”

This was the point at which he had to dare all.

“It was one morning. After breakfast. Before we went out into the hills for lunch. Do you remember?”

“I dimly remember the lunch. Breakfast and after breakfast have left no trace.”

“I ensest porno was coming back to my room after breakfast. It was just along the corridor after yours, on the other side. You’d left the door ajar.”

“Had we indeed.”

“I couldn’t help hearing.”

“Come on, spit it out. Hearing what?”

“Well, you calling out to him.”

“Calling?”

“That you wanted him. It was so sexy. I saw you absolutely differently after that.”

“Calling out that I wanted him? Sounds very elaborate. What was I actually calling out?”

“You were calling out — you won’t be offended?”

“I won’t be at all offended. I’m intrigued. Not that I remember. I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“You were calling out, Fuck me, Fuck me, only loud, you know.”

“You mean I was shouting?”

“Yes, you really were.”

“And did you see anything?”

“No. Just heard you shout. Then I went past.”

“And that turned you on?”

“Ever since then I saw you differently. As such a sexy woman. Big, lusty, brave, really sexy, the way you look, you move, everything, that I’d never realised till then.”

She paused for thought, looking at him quizzically while he stared intensely into her eyes.

“Have you fucked anyone yet?”

“No, I haven’t.

Another pause, then,

“I suppose there’s always a first time.”

She got up and went over to the deep, battered old black leather sofa that ran along one wall of the kitchen.

“I think I remember now,” she said as she sat down, “I was on the edge of the bed.”

She lay back with her head and the tops of her shoulders just propped up by the back of the sofa and her bottom sticking out a bit from its edge. She looked at him as if to see how he was taking it. He stared.

“I remember I raised my legs, right up” — and with this she raised her legs and held onto her knees right up just next to her shoulders. She was careful to keep her skirt between her legs to block the view, but it fell back from her full thighs, which looked so real to him, so unlike mere photos or the smooth featureless thighs of young girls at the swimming pool. She was giving him a chance he could take up or not.

“Was he — fucking you then?” he asked.

“No. He was standing in front of me. Come over here if you want and I’ll show you. Yes — nearer, between my legs but not touching the bed, the sofa. There, that’s better. I was looking at his cock. Telling him to fuck me, but before he did.”

He stood there stalled for the moment. He was astonished at her cool. He could feel his cock was swollen but not erect, its head still lower than its root, its length pressing against the side of his trousers.

“Maybe if I gave you something to look at you would get the idea,” she said, and pulled up her skirt so that her white cotton pants came into view, cut round the sides of her bottom, and with a loose pouch between her legs. He could not see the actual outline of her sex, but a few stray wiry hairs stuck out from the sides of her pants where her sex must be.

Slowly, escort porno so that she could tell him to stop if she wanted, he unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers then his underpants. She said nothing, just held her thighs open while he watched. He tucked up his shirt and started touching his cock, conscious that she was looking at it. He was too nervous for his touches to have much effect.

“It needs encouragement, ” she said, “Take your damned shoes and the rest off.”

“And my shirt?”

“No — I like it with some clothing.”

He fiddled about at his feet feeling embarrassed while he divested himself as required, than stood again. His cock, discouraged by this distraction, had further shrunk.

“That’s all right,” she said. She put her hands down the sides of her thighs, lifted her bottom, and started to draw her pants off, slowly. He gazed as the crack of her bottom started to appear, and she could lower herself again. Slowly like the curtain of a theatre the white pants withdrew to reveal, of all things, her anus – somehow, daftly, he had not expected it. It was so desirable, another surprise, so neat, a tiny hollow infolded among its radiating ridges, deep set in an aureole of dark brown flesh that gradually merged with the paler flesh of her cheeks. She had paused, obviously well aware of its fascination, giving him time. Then she tugged off the pants, pulled them over her feet, and chucked them away. The thick hair of her bush, the fat closed lips of her sex, were only a few feet from him. He clutched at his cock.

“Come back here and let me encourage it,” she said, lowering her legs, “Turn round. Back over me.”

He turned and planted his knees on the sofa on either side of her. She pulled him backwards, then pushed him carefully down to just where she wanted him. He felt a soft touch between his balls and his anus — she was tonguing him, wetly stroking. Her right hand went up to encircled his cock from behind. She touched it so gently, smoothing it, stroking it as one might a pet, clasping it softly as it grew. She shifted him back a bit. His felt his balls dangling around her mouth and then the one that hung lower being taken into her, gently sucked. It was so exciting, not physically so much as in the idea of it and that idea actually happening, real. She pushed him forward a little and he felt her tongue in the ring of his anus, moving round and round its indentations and feeling and tipping at the centre. He thought with sudden and incongruous relief how fortunate it was that he always washed it after he had been to the lavatory.

She pushed at his back. Lifted his bottom, said, “Go down. Go forward. Lick me.” Then drew him back onto her.

He bent right forward. Below his eyes was her mat of hair and her fat slit. He managed to reach across with one hand and open the slit, not as easy as it seemed, disentangling the hairs. Inside she was pink, like the photos of sexes he had seen. But what he had not expected was how wet she was. She glistened. He pushed a finger tentatively inside her — she gizli çekim porno was soaking. But he had been told to lick. He bent, got his tongue at her, licked down through what he knew were the shaft of her clitoris, the little knob at the end, her inner lips, her vagina. His cock jerked and throbbed in response.

She let go of it, pulled him back up. He was sorry at the interruption.

“Go and stand where you were,” she said.

He did so, staring down at her, still in her dress, as she raised her knees again to offer herself to him. He held his cock, now rigid. She put a hand on her cunt, opened its lips, spread them for him, showing him the wet pink depths.

“Now – bring it to me,” she said.

He bent over her, his cock almost touching her.

“Rub up and down with it,” she said, “Gently.” He sank it between her open lips, felt her wetness, rubbed his tip against her clitoris.

“Now,” she said, “Slip it in. Carefully. Get the angle right.”

He shuffled about, pushed at his cock, slid into her hole, slipped inside.

“How’s that?” she asked.

“It’s lovely. It’s so soft. It clasps. So natural. At last. Such — such a relief.”

“You can say that again. Now go in and out. Easily. Not like machine gun fire. Take time to enjoy it.”

He slid to and fro. It was wonderful. So easy. So right. His cock loved it. So much so that, to his surprise…”

“Oh, I think I’m going to come. I’m so sorry,” – he knew enough to know she was only at the start.

She laughed. “That’s fine. What I expected. Only natural, like you say. It’s lovely for me too, to give it to you, to see you loving what I can give you.”

He kept on moving and the swell, starting at the root of his cock, surged up it, flooded out if him and into her. The rim at the head of his cock quivered in ecstasy, so pleasurable it was almost pain, and his whole body seemed to vibrate in rejoicing.

He eased, slowed — and did not quite know what to do next.

“It’s nice to linger,” she said, “But not in this position.”

He eased out, half sat and half lay next to her on the sofa.

“Don’t worry if you’ve gone off the whole idea now you’ve come, ” she said, “Sometimes it just works that way. Give yourself a pause and a break and interest will revive, believe me.”

He held her hand, and the two of them clasped one another. They lounged together, their bodies oddly half-clothed.

After a while, she bent over him, stroked his hair. “I’m not going to ask you to share my bed to-night,” she said. “You may feel anything. You may want to get out now, go home. Don’t feel guilty though. I won’t. You wanted it, you wanted me, and I’m glad to give you both.”

Another stroke of his hair, a quick kiss on his lips, and she was off. He lay back. Go off straight away? She had a point. Stay on? Then what? Do it again, he supposed. Did he want to? He could scarcely not if she wanted to. Or she might not — might think enough was enough. Or they might do it in other ways – such as he had often imagined — but then it felt quite different, the idea of doing them with Aunt Jane, which anyway might not suit her. He was so relieved it had happened, and proud he had taken his gamble. But he had no idea what he wanted to happen next.

He got up, opened the kitchen window on the warm sweet night air, and slumped back facing it, not so much thinking as just slumped.

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