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Jenny stood at the station waiting for the train; her life had felt so empty these last three weeks spending each night alone and then she heard the train pull into the station. As the passengers disembarked she eagerly searched the throng of people looking for Cassie and there at the back was her beloved Cassie and her heart skipped a beat. Cassie was wearing the dress that Jenny loved, a short flowery summer dress she had bought her when they first met four months ago. She herself was wearing a tight blouse with a tight knee length skirt. As they saw one another they ran towards each other and embraced, they kissed passionately their tongues searching each other’s mouths, finally they broke away from their passionate kiss.

“God I’ve missed you.” Jenny said as they walked off the platform. “Let’s get something to eat and then we can get home and spend some time catching up!”

“Sounds like a good idea to me.”

And with that they set off to their favourite restaurant, a small rather intimate traditional place.

They managed to get a table in the far corner of the restaurant they were both seated by the waitress who took their order for food and they ordered a bottle of wine.

They made small talk all the way through the starter and by the time the main course arrived they had finished off half the bottle of wine. It was then that the conversation moved onto a more sexual content.

“I’ve missed waking up with you cuddling me, holding me. I’ve missed the feel of your skin next to mine.” Jenny said gazing into the deep blue eyes of Cassie. They held hands over the table.

“God Jenny, I don’t think I can wait until we get home.”

“Well you’ll have to.” Jenny laughed.

As she said this they moved their chairs closer together and across the table they gave each other a small kiss.

Jenny then extended her leg and rubbed her calf up and down Cassie’s lower leg. Cassie closed her eyes and let out a low moan.

“Please Jenny, don’t, I won’t be able to last, you’re beginning to get me hot now.”

Jenny paid no attention and just smiled as her leg started to rub a bit further up Cassie’s legs. Cassie involuntarily opened her legs a bit allowing Jenny further access. Jenny was staring lustfully into Cassie’s liseli porno eyes as she kicked off her shoe and placed her foot on Cassie’s chair between her thighs and slowly she pushed her foot up forcing Cassie’s thighs to open, her foot was now resting against Cassie’s warm thighs.

Jenny smiled and licked her lips as her foot continued its journey, she curled her toes and they found the material of Cassie’s panties, as gently as she could she rubbed her toes over Cassie’s covered mound.

Cassie edged her chair closer to the table so no one could see and then hitched her skirt up she then slowly eased her panties to one side giving Jenny’s foot unrestricted access to her pussy.

Jenny could feel that Cassie’s pussy was smooth, Cassie had obviously shaved herself knowing that this turned Jenny on. Her foot was now rubbing up and down between Cassie’s thighs with more and more urgency.

“Please Jenny, stop, what if someone should see, look the waitress is coming over.”

Jenny didn’t stop, and just as the waitress reached the table her toes forced Cassie’s pussy lips apart and her big toe slid up Cassie’s wet slit up to her clit were it stopped.

“Is everything okay?” the waitress asked, as she turned to Cassie she added “You look a bit flushed, can I get you anything?” and with that Jenny started to wiggle her toes, rubbing Cassie’s clit. Cassie had to bite her tongue as she felt a surge in her wet pussy.

“No I’m fine she said, just a little hot.” she said

“Well if there is anything I can do to help, please ask.” and off she walked.

Jenny laughed and continued her actions on Cassie’s by now very wet slit. Her toe was now inside Cassie and as she curled her toes she could feel how wet Cassie had become, she leant forward and asked her to take her panties off.

“I can’t,” Cassie struggled to say “someone will see.”

“So!” Jenny replied, staring into Cassie’s eyes.

Jenny removed her toes from Cassie’s pussy allowing Cassie to remove her wet panties, she wiggled in her chair slightly allowing her to slide her panties down and onto the floor. Jenny then placed her foot back between her friends spread legs. Her toes searching out Cassie’s wet slit, they easily spread mobil porno her wet lips and slid into her.

“I want you to play with your clit while I fuck you with my toes.” Jenny whispered “I want you to cum, I want to feel you cum on my toes.”

Cassie, had her eyes closed, she was grinding herself onto Jenny’s toes and then she slowly slid her hand down between her spread thighs, feeling her wetness that had been spread over her smooth mound by Jenny’s toes, she moved her finger along her wet slit and then up to her throbbing clit. As she rubbed it she could feel an orgasm start to surge through her. She threw her head back as she came, her juices flooding out through Jenny’s toes and soaking the chair she was sat on.

“Fuck, Jenny that was so intense, I need to clean myself up now.” she pulled her skirt back down and left the table and headed towards the toilets. Jenny followed.

Cassie entered the cubicle and was about to close the door when Jenny followed her in, they closed and locked the door and then kissed hard, Jenny forced her hand up under Cassie’s dress and placed the heal of her hand on Cassie’s mound, grinding her heal hard onto Cassie’s smooth mound.

Cassie is frantically undoing the buttons on Jenny’s blouse, as she undoes the last button she pulls open the blouse and urgently pulls Jenny’s breasts out from the cups of her bra, she then leant over and started kissing, sucking and biting her friends hard nipples.

Jenny was now running her fingers up and down Cassie’s slit and then pushing her fingers deep inside her cunt, she started to pump her fingers in and out of Cassie’s hot wet cunt.

Cassie managed to turn the two of them around and forced Jenny to sit on the toilet seat, she then lifted up her dress allowing Jenny to see her dripping wet cunt. She edged forward until her mound was just in front of Jenny’s mouth, she grabbed the back of Jenny’s head and dragged her into her wet mound. She pulled it in hard and she was grinding herself onto Jenny’s mouth, she felt Jenny’s tongue snaking up and down her wet lips and then Jenny concentrated on her clit. She started off sucking it gently then she increased the intensity and ended up nibbling and biting her hard clit. As Cassie öğrenci porno looked down she saw that Jenny had started to play with herself, she had pulled up her skirt and had a hand down her panties rubbing herself furiously. Seeing this tipped Cassie over the edge and she came again, all over Jenny’s mouth.

Jenny felt Cassie’s juices spreading over her face as she came. She finished by licking Cassie clean savouring the sweet taste of her cum. Cassie released her head from her grasp, she stood up and kissed Cassie, giving Cassie the chance to taste herself on the lips of Jenny.

They swapped positions with Cassie now sat on the seat; jenny lifted her skirt up and edged forward. Cassie grabbed Jenny around her bottom and pulled her forward. Cassie’s mouth enveloped Jenny’s mound over her panties, she managed to snake her tongue along the edge of the panties and into her welcoming wet slit making Jenny gasp. Cassie managed to get her fingers into the waistband of the panties and slowly eased them down, this giving her easier access to Jenny’s hot pussy. Her tongue was now rasping up and down the length of Jenny’s slit, she slipped one of her hands between Jenny’s legs from the back and managed to slip a finger into her waiting pussy hole. It wasn’t long before she felt Jenny start to convulse as her orgasm began to surge through her.

Jenny came hard, she was pinching her own nipples as one of Cassie’s fingers fucked her hot wet pussy and her mouth gently biting her clit, her juices started to flow, she could feel the wetness soaking her thighs, she was finding it hard to stand her legs becoming weak, she had to steady herself against the wall as her orgasm finally subsided.

They now both stood and kissed both tasting their own juices on each other’s faces.

As they left the cubicle they found the waitress outside, she was red faced, one hand pressed between her legs and the other massaging her breasts through the material of her uniform. She managed to utter an apology and quickly left the room. Both women laughed fixed themselves up and returned to the restaurant. The waitress eventually came over and apologized once again saying she was concerned about them and when she entered the cubicle and heard their love making she was transfixed and couldn’t help but bring herself off.

The two women quickly finished their meal, Jenny telling Cassie about the new toys she had bought the other day. They settled the bill and left their phone number with the waitress telling her if she wanted some fun later to give them a call.

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Susan becomes a MUCH better best friend.

My story is written especially for Mike and Angela by way of thanks to them for their extraordinary hospitality – and love.

With thanks also to MagicaPractica, my fabulous Literotica editor for her help with this chapter.

*****

So, Susan started it! At least, this is the story as it was told to me.

Susan’s husband, Bill, died unexpectedly a couple of years ago. Her lingering grief was tending toward depression. Angela, her best friend, suggested a girl’s long weekend up at their cottage, reasoning that getting away from familiar things, even for a short while, might help turn the tide.

Angela and Mike’s secluded cottage is set back from a small beach amongst the pine trees on a remote northern lake up in the Muskokas: perfect for a quiet getaway.

Sitting by the fire one fall evening the girls’ conversation roamed over many topics – but inevitably came back to reminiscences of Bill. Susan became weepy and emotional, conversation died, and long silences were punctuated only by Susan’s soft sobs.

Angela moved over by Susan to give her a consoling hug. She rubbed her back and murmured words of comfort. For several long minutes, Susan was inert and unresponsive. Eventually, Susan raised her face ostensibly to give Angela an “innocent” peck on the cheek by way of thanks – a spontaneous response to her best friend’s kindness.

However, at that very same moment, Angela also moved to give Susan a brief friendship kiss: intended to be on the top of her head.

Unplanned, they came face to face. What was intended to be a brief peck between friends became a brief kiss full on the lips.

A spark ignited between them.

“Oh, that felt good,” said Susan, surprised. They gazed into each other’s eyes, and after a momentary hesitation, leaned back into each other for another, much longer kiss. This time lips parted, and flickering tongues danced and jousted with each other.

Tentatively Susan reached up and gently cupped one of Angela’s breasts. Emboldened when she did not pull away, Susan began to rub fingertips over the soft fabric covered flesh and felt Angela’s nipples firming in response.

When the kiss ended, they broke apart looking for a response in each other’s eyes. Angela’s dimples deepened with a widening smile. The glint in Susan’s eyes which had so recently been shimmering with tears of sadness, now transformed to a bright sparkle of burgeoning arousal and excitement.

“Oh, what I miss more than anything,” said Susan, “is the loss of intimacy since Bill’s been gone.”

“Tell me more,” encouraged Angela, a huskiness creeping into her voice.

“I often thought Bill too needy of affection,” said Susan, “and most especially for sex.”

“But now that he’s gone, I find myself craving that very thing, even more than he ever did. Angela, why am I so fricken’ horny these days? ”

“Hmm. That’s a good question. But, girlfriend, I need to point something out to you. I’m afraid that at the moment there’s only the two of us,” Angela smirked with a giggle.

“Afraid?” whispered Susan, becoming more serious and wanton.

“No, Ang. No, I’m not afraid,” she said hesitantly. “It’s just that I’ve, well I’ve never been with a woman before. But, somehow if I ever did, I do know, I absolutely know that I’d want it to be with you,” and her voice trailed away as she stood to kiss Angela’s lips again.

Angela reached down, cupping her hands under Susan’s butt and drew her in close, then sighed heavily.

“Ditto, Susan” she whispered softly. “Me too. Oh, me too. And you know, I’ve never been with a woman, either. But I have to admit that I have often fantasized about making love with you.”

And so it began.

In between passionate, soul-searching kisses and exploratory caresses, clothes gave way to nakedness. Soon the two women moved off to Angela’s king-sized bed in the next room.

The abandoned fire slowly burnt down to dry ashes, while under the covers in the adjoining room a smoldering lust blazed into a multi-orgasmic passion of a kind and intensity those two women had never known before.

Angela gerçek porno and Susan discovered unexpected new dimensions to their lifelong friendship. They explored the joys and exquisite pleasures of lesbian sex. They simply could not get enough of each other.

The rest of that long weekend was spent mostly in the naked arms of each other. In the bedroom, in the kitchen, in the lake, and even once fully exposed out in the sunshine on the small patch of sandy beach in front of the cottage.

Eventually, they returned home with much-kneaded breasts, topped with sore-but-tingling nipples; mildly aching pussies; slightly stretched anal puckers. And a passionate resolve to “make up for lost time” whenever – and wherever – they could. Which worked out to be a few times a week, mostly in the afternoons while Mike was at work.

Over the weeks that followed Mike began to notice things. Little things, such as a pair of half-full wine glasses left forgotten on the deck one afternoon, and then on another day, he found one of Angela’s earrings deep between the cushions of a sofa she that hardly ever sat on. And on yet another day, the bed sheets were rumpled under the duvet when they went to bed.

Mike began to have his suspicions. However, he had little cause for complaint. Angela was as loving and attentive as ever, and her sex drive seemed to have gone into hyperdrive. She demanded sex almost every night and with a fervor that Mike could only remember from when they were newlyweds.

Then one day he saw a pair of panties in the laundry hamper that he didn’t recognize as being Angela’s. And putting things together, he realized that Susan and Angela had been seeing much more of each other recently. More than that, Angela had seemed a bit distracted whenever Susan was around.

By then Mike had a fairly good idea of what was going on. So that evening while cuddling in the post-orgasmic glow after a session of particularly steamy lovemaking, he confronted her:

“Are you seeing anyone else, Angela?” He asked her softly.

She appeared a little sheepish. They’d never kept secrets from one another, and she wasn’t about to start now. However, this was concerned lesbian love, so she didn’t quite know where, or even how to begin.

Mike saw her discomfort, smiled, then gently let her off the hook.

“You’re sleeping with Susan, aren’t you, Babe?” He smiled, then kissed her on the cheek, which by then was blushing a rosy red.

Angela’s eyes shimmered with imminent tears, and she murmured in response:

“Oh, Mike, I really do love you. And now more than ever. Yes, Susan and I have been having sex together. And yes, I find that I love her too. But only in ways that I could love another woman. I’ve discovered so much about myself. If anything that has made me love you even more. First you, and now Susan, have made me feel more contented, happy and loved than I could ever have imagined. I love you. I love you both, but very different ways. I don’t know how else to explain it to you,” her voice trailed off struggling for the right words to explain all that she felt inside.

“You don’t have to explain it to me. It is what it is,” said Mike with understanding. “And I’m thrilled that you’ve not let your love for Susan come between us. In a strange way that seems to make our love for each other somehow richer and more robust – and honest. I’m very happy for you. And you know, to be perfectly honest, I don’t even feel even slightly threatened. The very thought of you and Susan having sex together I find exotic, erotic and exciting.”

“You do? Mike, you really do,” Angela’s dimples deepened with her bright, relieved smile.

“Oh, I do so love YOU. Now more than ever.”

After a long, probing kiss Mike asked her teasingly:

“And so, Angela, when are you and Susan going to invite me to join in?” Mike asked, only partially teasing.

Angela smiled broadly and thought a while.

“That’s if we do, my darling, not when we do,” Angela responded.

“Well, would you?” Mike persisted more seriously now, with a pleading expression.

“We’ll see, My Darling, we’ll see. Perhaps,” gay porno was all that Angela would say, but inwardly hoped they would, and soon.

Two days later Mike happened to come home early in the afternoon. He knew that Susan was visiting because her car was in the driveway. He half expected to find the girls chatting in the kitchen or perhaps out on the deck by the pool. But as he entered the front hallway he immediately knew they were elsewhere. Soft sounds of passion emanated from their bedroom upstairs. Taking off his jacket, tie, and shoes he crept silently up the stairs, aroused by what he knew he would find.

The women were so engrossed that neither of them heard Mike, or even noticed as he tiptoed a few steps into the bedroom and stood, quietly enthralled, watching them.

They were fully naked with Angela on top and Susan spread-eagle below her. Susan’s legs were spread wide and her knees were bent so that her pelvis tipped up towards Angela. Her heels dug into the bedding and her toes were tightly curled in ecstasy.

Angela had her hands planted on the bed on either side of Susan’s chest and was up on extended arms. Her back was arched as she humped and thrust her pussy rhythmically against Susan’s, who rocked and rolled her hips in in perfect synchrony, reaching out to massage Angela’s breasts one in the palm of each hand. Their breathing was ragged punctuated by soft cries and whimpers of purest passion. Their gaze was locked on each other as they mutually strove towards orgasm, seemingly oblivious to all else.

With fascination Mike watched the side of Angel’s butt cavitate with each contraction which ended in a gentle gyration that mushed wet pussy against pussy, meshing labia and aligning clits which danced with each other in a rhapsody of passion. A large bead of perspiration rolled from the crack of Angel’s ass down into the hollow at the base of her spine, then dissipated to the wings as Angela arched her back for the next sensual downward thrust. Her impending orgasm was heralded by goosebumps over the high curve of her buttocks.

Distracted by lust, Mike reached down to rub the burgeoning lump in the front of his trousers, which caught Susan’s attention. She suddenly turned to look right at him.

“OH NO! MIKE …” she cried out in alarm. Then vainly tried to cover her breasts and roll out from under Angela.

Angela also turned to look, smiling sheepishly. She noticed Mike rubbing his trousers over his blatantly stiffening cock, and grinning from ear to ear. Then she knew that all was well. Though caught in flagrante delicto, Angela quickly moved to calm and reassure Susan.

“Wait, Susan, wait,” she pleaded, then leaned down to kiss her full on the lips.

But when the kiss broke apart Susan desperately tried to cover up and roll away. Yet Angela restrained her. She pressed her pelvis firmly down over Susan’s, pinning her to the bed, and moved a hand to hold down the shoulder that Susan was attempting roll away.

“Susan,” Angela said with some urgency, “Susan, Sweetheart, Susan, I swear that this wasn’t planned. But now that it’s happened, I’m not upset, not at all.” This time her smile was genuine: full of love and arousal.

Susan blinked several times looking embarrassed and perplexed.

“Wait, what . . .” she began with a furrowed frown across her forehead.

“Hush, my love,” answered Angela bending forward for another kiss on the lips to silence any protest.

Then Mike spoke in a gentle voice, “Susan,” he said “for some time now I’ve known about you and Angela as lovers. And I want you to know that I’m very happy for you, and I really do approve. And damn, you two are simply awesome together.”

“Oh, my God,” whispered Susan, finally breaking Angela’s kiss. She didn’t know what else to say.

“I’m sorry that I startled you,” Mike went on, “and I’d love to join you – if you two would have me.”

In the tension-filled, pregnant pause that followed Angela released Susan’s shoulder and gently slid the freed hand under the one Susan was using to cover up her breast.

Angela’s fingertips found Susan’s nipple and gently caressed it evli porno in a swirling motion. Soon that sensitive nub began to harden and swell once again.

“Well, Susan, Sweetheart, should we let him in? What do you think, should we let him join us,” Angela whispered?

Susan looked bemused and conflicted. The room was silent.

Then as he watched, Mike saw Susan begin to rock her hips in response to Angela’s still relentlessly, shamelessly thrusting pelvis. Emboldened, Mike took the last few steps towards the bed close to Susan’s shoulder.

Mike continued to stroke his cock through his trousers. He had softened a little with Susan’s outburst, but was now swelling and stiffening anew.

With passion mounting, Susan’s eyes seemed to glint their approval, although her response to Mike’s request was essentially nonverbal. She reached out to hi, caught the flap of his fly between thumb and forefinger , then slowly and deliberately ran her fingernails hard up the roughness of the length of his zipper a couple of times before she grasping his belt buckle to loosen it as she pulled him closer.

Mike hurried to help her. He opened his trousers, then with his boxers as one he shucked them down his knees. Fully exposed, he quickly stroked his cock to full erection while Susan cradled and played with his balls heavy in the palm of her hand.

Mike shed his shirt, then leaned down to peel away his socks and trousers. As he did so he lent into Angela to give her a loving tongue probing kiss. Susan gazed up at them then closed her eyes to concentrate on her warm and wet pussy, heavy under Angela’s persistent gentle thrusting. Gasping in ecstasy she soon shuddered through a mini-orgasm with one hand caressing Angel’s breast and the other blindly searching up between Mikes legs.

Susan opened her eyes just in time to see a pearly bead of precum drip with a long slivery thread and land on her shoulder narrowly missing her cheek and ear. Mike then milked a second tiny drop which he caught and smeared around the head and upper shaft.

In that moment Susan decided that she really, really liked the look of Mike’s hard, glistening cock, and moreover, found herself becoming as powerfully attracted to Mike as she already was to his mate.

“Yes, yes Mike’ “she sighed, “I’d love you to join us.” And for emphasis she reached up for his cock midway along the shaft, rose up on one elbow, briefly kissed the head, parted her lips and sucked him in deeply. Softly moaning with pleasure, Mike arched his pelvis towards her while he unbuttoned and removed his shirt.

For her part, Angela adjusted her position slightly so that her pussy was once again in contact with Susan’s, and resumed the delightful rhythmic roll and thrust of her pelvis.

It might be debatable as to who came first: Angela or Susan. But there is no question that both had intense orgasms before Susan finally released Mike’s cock, begging him to put it into her.

“I want you in me, Mike. Now. Fuck me, please fuck me. I want you. No, I need you. Right now, all the way,” Susan pleaded.

Mike stepped back, peeled off socks, trousers, and boxers together in an untidy tangle and kicked them away.

“But first things first, Honey,” Angela said, getting up and rummaging in a bedside drawer. A moment later she returned tearing open a condom packet. She deftly covered Mike’s upward-arching, bobbing cock. And then, taking it by the shaft, she helped guide him home into Susan’s wet and waiting pussy.

That afternoon and evening led to an ongoing, delightful ménage à trois which existed a few months before I ever became involved.

Mike told me that he thoroughly enjoyed having two women to share his bed several times a week, and never tired of having two pussies, two asses and two sets of boobs to enjoy and play with. And whenever he needed a rest to get it up again, he loved watching the two women together: spurring them on, doing whatever he could to augment their arousal, passion, and love for one another.

After a while Angela began to talk about what it might be like to have a threesome of a different kind: she, Mike – and another man.

Mike agreed that if the time and place were right, with the right person, then he was open to the idea. In fact, his erection rose more quickly and was generally harder whenever they discussed it during their foreplay.

The seed was planted.

(To be continued in Chapter 2)

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I was just settling in for a study session, ensconced in my dumpster-dive recliner and armed with a cognitive enhancer and a couple of Mountain Dews when I heard the knock. I figured it was Mandy. She had said she couldn’t make it, but must have changed her mind.

“Go ahead, it’s open!” I yelled, still reading my textbook.

The apartment door opened and closed and I heard her come into the room.

“I thought you weren’t going to be able to make it?” I said, not looking up.

“Brandon?” Rachel asked.

“Oh, shit. I thought you were Mandy, Rache. I was hoping she was going to be able to study after all. What the hell are you doing here?” Mandy was a friend from Chem that I studied with. We were friendly, but just platonic so far. I kind of hoped it might turn into something more, but was biding my time, letting the relationship play out.

“Sorry,” Rachel mumbled. I immediately could see something was wrong. My sister Rachel is two years older than me. A junior in college, she is arguably the most gorgeous girl in our school. She followed her boyfriend Bobby to college. They were the cliche couple. He was the hometown hero, the All-American outside linebacker who took his team to State every year in high school where we won the State Championship three times in a row. She was the quintessential cheerleader, beautiful, brunette, bubbly and hanging on his arm. She was Homecoming Queen twice. He was highly recruited all over, getting offers from USC, Michigan and Florida, but picked our State school and Rachel followed him there joining the cheer squad and continuing the cliche. I always figured they’d get married and have a couple of beautiful Bobby Jr. ass-hole kids running around

I followed them two years later. We went to State twice more but without the great Bobby, we couldn’t clinch the big games. I wasn’t highly recruited and I just got one scholarship offer. Bobby’s coaches has seen a bunch of our games and knew I was a clutch receiver so they offered me a full-ride. That and my parents were thrilled to see both of us go to their Alma Mater. So I took the scholarship and followed my sister and Bobby to college.

I had started out red-shirting the season but when our star wide receiver went down with an ACL/MCL tear in the fourth game I got drafted. Nothing spectacular, but I averaged about 70 yards a game the rest of the season, converting a lot of third downs in traffic over the middle. With my 6’1″, 220 pound frame I’d inherited from dad, I wasn’t the fastest WR, but my crisp route running enabled me to get enough separation to catch and bring down those critical 10 yard passes in the slot. Now the season was long over and I was in the middle of a loaded spring schedule as a freshman.

I hadn’t seen Rachel since seeing her at home briefly at the start of spring break almost three weeks ago. She had been her usual bubbly cheerful self, now, not so much. Maybe the rumor I’d heard going around campus today was true.

“I need your help,” Rachel said in a very uncharacteristically humble voice. My sister doesn’t usually do humble. She and Bobby had ruled my high school and now ruled my college.

“Really? You need my help?” I pushed my glasses down to stare over them at her. I couldn’t remember the last time she had asked for my help. Oh, yes it was her senior year in high school, she needed help with her algebra. “Okay, what’s up sis?”

Rachel sighed miserably as she flopped on the couch next to my chair. She looked around the apartment for my roommate. “Don’t worry about Jimmy, he won’t be in tonight, he’s got a hot date with Tonya and it’s Friday night so I don’t expect him back until tomorrow or Sunday even.”

“‘Kay.” She slumped on the couch and stared at her knees.

“C’mon, Rache. Out with it. What’s up?”

It took another minute of navel gazing before she spoke. Rachel was dressed in a very tight pair of skinny jeans with a little gold belt, black ballet flats and a white, scoop neck sweater that hugged her curves. The sweater neck was wide enough that a pink bra strap showed enticingly on one side and the low scoop revealed the swell of her breasts.

“I suppose you’ve heard the gossip? Everyone else has.”

“I heard something about you having AIDS or something?” I had dismissed the whole thing as bullshit since it was April 1st, but Rachel was so miserable-looking I suddenly wondered if the rumors were true.

At this mention of AIDS, Rachel’s anger flared. Her face went red from either embarrassment or anger or both.

“Fucking Bobby! Every year he has to pull some stupid prank on me, each year he has to outdo what he did the year before! This year was the ultimate embarrassment. Fucking prick! I broke up with his ass!” She was literally seething. I’d never seen her like this before, not even when Bobby and Jo Beth made out after state finals my junior year. I actually had a hard time not smiling at this point, thinking back to Bobby’s pranks in high school. One year he had Casibom walked up behind her in the cafeteria and with a pair of scissors in hand, pretended to cut off a chunk of her hair in the back. Rachel whirled around and seeing the brown hair extension in his hand, lost it on him in front of everybody until he calmed her down and showed her it was just a hair extension, not a giant lock of her hair.

Another year after a game, he had loaded her blow dryer with baby powder and when she turned it on it blew a giant powder cloud all over her, sticking to her freshly showered face. Last year I heard he had painted ‘Honk if you want to fuck me’ on the back bumper of her car and everyone in town was honking at her as she drove around for two days until one of her friends broke the news. Bobby was always a prankster, arranging for someone to coat the rookie’s jocks with Icy Hot, or getting the offensive line to pick up a teacher’s car and turn it sideways in it’s parking stall. Mostly harmless stuff, but this year’s April Fool’s prank sounded like he had gone way too far.

“Holy shit, sis! You actually broke up with that prick!” Never Bobby’s biggest fan, I had taken a lot of shit and abuse over the years from him. You’d think that him dating my sister would mean he’d cut me some slack but the opposite seemed to be true. He always seemed to have a little extra venom for me, in school, in the locker room or on the field.

Rachel started bawling then. Getting up, I dropped my books to the side of the chair and sat down beside her on the couch and pulled her to my chest where she sobbed for a few minutes. Her hair smelled like peaches and underneath it I could smell her scent. Rachel had always had this smell, some mixture of soap and pheromones and it had excited me for as long as I could remember. I felt my cock begin to get stiff. Fuck! Wrong time for an erection. I tried to concentrate on the stoichiometry I had been studying while I rubbed her back. That wasn’t helping either, every time my fingers ran over her bra strap under her soft white sweater I envisioned her breasts. Moby Dick began to rise from the depths. I knew I shouldn’t feel this kind of attraction for my sister, but I’ve always had this kind of crush, even when she ignored me. She was so gorgeous with such a perfect body I’d have to be dead for my body not to respond.

Rachel blubbered on my chest for some time as she cried herself out. Finally she sat back rubbing at her smeared mascara. Reaching over, I fetched a box of Kleenex from the end table and handed it to her.

“Thanks,” she said with a half-sob.

“That’s what little brothers are for. So what did he do this time?” Rachel blushed at the thought of Bobby’s April Fool’s joke.

“Well, you know how Professor Dalton freaks out at anyone with their cell phone on?”

“Yeah?” Dalton was famous on campus for hating any kind of electronic devices. He wouldn’t allow tablets or iPads to take notes on or record his lectures and if your cell went off in class, the rule was you had to answer it on speakerphone so everyone could hear. A lot of kids muted their phones but if he heard it buzz, you still had to answer it with the speakerphone on, so usually it was just better to turn it off during his classes.

“Well… I’m pretty sure I turned it off before class, but someone must have snuck into my purse during class and turned it back on. I don’t know how because it was hanging on the back of my chair. Anyway half way through class I hear this phone ringing behind me. Everyone looks at me. I pull out my phone and Professor Dalton insists I answer it. I told him I’d shut if off before class and that I’d just shut off the phone and not answer it, but he made me answer the call.”

“I really didn’t want to answer it, it was from the college medical clinic.” She burst into tears again.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s going to be okay.”

“No, it’s not. He’s ruined my life,” she sobbed. What the fuck? Had he knocked up my sister? I was going to kill Bobby.

“So the clinic called, what happened then?”

“I need to go back. About a week ago, Bobby tells me that some chick comes up to him to tell him that she was HIV-positive and that he needed to go get checked out because they had had unprotected sex one night at a party. He swore up and down it never happened, but he also said he was pretty drunk that weekend so he doesn’t remember the whole night. He said he was going to get a test done and that I should too just in case.” Rachel pulled another tissue and balled up the sopping wet one in her hand.

“So I went to the clinic and got tested. They said the test would take about a week. So now, I’m in the middle of Dalton’s lecture and my phone goes off and the Caller ID says it’s the clinic. No way I was going to answer that phone. I’d rather get kicked out of class. But Dalton grabs my phone and hits the answer button and turns up the volume.”

“Someone asks if I was there and I wouldn’t answer. So the Casibom Giriş fucking professor points the Cheryl beside me and with the nastiest look she’s ever given me, she says ‘Yes’. The guy at the clinic goes on to say that my HIV test came back positive and I need to come in as soon as possible. The whole room just goes quiet. They’re all laughing at me a second before, now they whole place is so silent you could hear a pin drop. I couldn’t even talk. I just hit the End button. Professor Dalton starts apologizing all over the place and saying he’s sorry. I just grabbed my purse and backpack and ran out of there.”

“Oh my god, sis! You’ve got HIV?” My heart broke at this revelation.

“Noooo!” she howled, “I went to the clinic and they said my test results had just come in, but they were negative and no one had called me yet. I completely freaked out at them. In the end I had them retest me just in case.”

“So you don’t have HIV?”

“No. I confronted Bobby this afternoon and as soon as I got close he yells ‘April Fools Baby!’ I asked him what the fuck he was thinking and he said it was all in fun and he and his buddies were all laughing their asses off. I broke up with the son of a bitch, told him to go fuck himself.”

“Good for you, sis! Bobby has always been an asshole but he outdid himself this time. You should talk to someone at the university, they’ll suspend him for this.”

“No they won’t,” she moaned, “he’s a first-team All-American and runner up for the Butkus trophy. He’s had scouts telling him if he skipped his senior year, he’d have gone in the first round of the draft. No way is the university going to suspend their star player.” She leaned into me and sniffled against my chest. “It’ll all get swept under the rug.”

“God, I’m so sorry sis. I’ll fucking kill him for this.” Rachel just hugged tighter. Bobby was three inches taller than my 6’1″ and had thirty pounds on me, but I was so livid with him right now I was pretty sure I could take him.

“I don’t know what to do,” she lamented.

I kissed the top of her head, thinking.

“Okay for starters, we’ll order some pizza,” Rachel loved ham and pineapple pizza, “and we’ll come up with a plan.”

“Okay,” she sniffled.

I picked up my iPhone and ordered a large pizza pie from Sauced, the mom-and-pop pizzeria down the street. I got up and ran a hot bath for Rachel. Guys don’t have bubble bath, so I just poured some of Jimmy’s Axe body wash into the thundering water from the tap to make some bubbles. Retrieving a couple of Jimmy’s scented candles he’d light after a heavy bong session, I lit them and placed them around the tub. I dug out my robe and my fluffiest towel and laid them on the counter. Finally I went and got my big sister and pushed her down the hallway and into the bathroom. Seeing the bubble bath and candles, she burst into tears again and threw her arms around my neck. The feeling of her breasts against my chest and her face against my neck started arousing me again.

Hugging her body tightly to me, I asked, “Do you need anything from home? I can go pick it up when I go get the pizza?”

“No,” she said into my neck, “I can’t go back to my place right now. I just can’t face anyone.”

“Hey, no problem. I can pick up your stuff for you and you can stay here tonight.”

“No, but thank you. You’re the best brother ever.” She let go of me and went into the bath and closed the door.

I grabbed my wallet and keys and headed out, locking the door behind me. First stop was to the Kroger’s for a toothbrush, women’s anti-antiperspirant and some conditioner because I had run out. I contemplated picking up some feminine supplies but had no idea what she used so I abandoned that idea. While I was standing in the feminine product aisle, three college girls walked past gossiping.

“OMG, did you hear about Rachel. Bobby dumped her today after he caught her cheating. He had to go get checked out for STDs and everything,” the one girl was telling her friends.

I lost it. “That is so much bullshit!”

The three girls heads snapped around at this. “Oh my god, were you spying on us?” the blonde asked.

“I couldn’t help but overhear your trash talking. Rachel doesn’t have any STDs, it’s fucking April Fools today and Bobby played a prank on her and she dumped him,” I said trying to set the record straight.

“Whatever,” she dismissed me with a wave and started to turn away.

“Looks like all the fools come out on their name day,” I said nastily and walked away.

Walking to the express checkout, I dumped my purchases on the counter and got out my bank card. I paid and walked out. This was unbelievable. Bobby pulls the most crass stunt ever and everyone was going to dump on my sister.

I headed to the liquor store next and picked up a couple bottles of wine and a six pack for me using my fake ID Jimmy had procured for me. Rachel was going to want to get drunk tonight. Then on to Sauced to pick up Casibom Güncel Giriş our pizza and back to the apartment. I put down the food, drink and toiletries on the table and texted Jimmy telling him to stay the night with Tonya as I had someone over. The last thing my sister needed was Jimmy being an idiot while she was in pain. He texted back: ‘No prob, bro. Wasn’t planning on bein there 2nite’.

I put away the drinks in the fridge and then went down the hall and knocked on the bathroom door.

“Rache?” I called.

“Mmhmmm?” came the sleepy reply.

“Pizza’s here. Come and get it while it’s still hot.” I returned to the kitchen. I got out a couple of plates, two goblets, pulled the cork on the wine and poured each glass about half full. I took my glass and a couple of slices to the couch and started in on the ham and pineapple. Not my favorite pizza, I prefer a good pepperoni or a meat lover’s, but I could choke down ham and pineapple if it made my sister feel a little better on a shitty day like this.

Presently she came down the hallway wearing my robe and drying her hair with a towel.

“Pizza’s on the table there and I poured you a glass of wine to go with it.” She came into the living room with three slices of pizza on a plate in one hand, and the wineglass stem between two finger of the other hand with the other three fingers holding the wine bottle. She sat down close beside me and tossed her wet hair back before draining about half her glass of wine.

“God, I’m starving. I skipped breakfast ’cause I was running late, and then Dalton’s class was just before lunch and I skipped that when I ran to the clinic. I haven’t eaten since last night,” Rachel said as she took a bite of pizza. She leaned against my shoulder, “Thanks for the bath, I needed that.”

“No trouble, sweetie. I got you a toothbrush and some other stuff you might need if you want to stay the night here. I texted Jimmy and he’s not coming home tonight, so you can stay here. It’ll just be me and you here.”

“Mmmmm,” she said with her mouth full of ham and pineapple, “Thanks, I think I’ll take you up on that.” We stayed like that eating pizza and drinking wine for the next hour, I turned a bit sideways on the couch and she leaned her damp head on my chest as we munched pizza and finished off one bottle and started on the second. Not a whole lot was said. Once the pizza was gone and most of the second bottle of wine consumed, she asked me a question.

“Brandon?”

“Mmhmm?” I murmured loving the feeling of Rachel’s body against mine. I’d had a crush on her since puberty, but by then she’d already been going with Bobby and had no time for a little brother. We’d been pretty close as kids and played together but once junior high hit, we kind of went our separate ways. She was the town goddess and I was her little nerdy brother. I wore glasses to read and it wasn’t until I hit my growth spurt between my fifteenth and sixteenth year when I shot up to six foot and Dad pushed me to try out for the football team that I fit in anywhere. I would have fit in better if it hadn’t have been for Bobby inflicting a constant torrent of hazing and abuse on my head.

“I’m so sorry,” Rachel sounded like she was going to start crying again. I put down my glass and hugged her with one arm while the other cradled her head on my chest. I loved this girl so much and she was in so much pain.

“Sorry for what? This isn’t your fault. Bobby’s the asshat!”

“I’m just sitting here thinking about how you’re being so good to me and how I’ve treated you the last couple of years. I know Bobby was a dick to you and I never did anything about it. I’m really sorry.”

“Shhh. Don’t worry about it. It’s all water under the bridge. We’re family. Remember what Dad always says? Family comes first.”

“Well, thanks anyway little brother.” She rubbed her hand across my chest and down across my abs. “Who’s not so little any more.”

I laughed, “Between Bobby and the opposing team’s linebackers I have to work out quite a bit to be big enough to take the hits from those guys going across the field. It’s all about survival.”

“I guess I just never noticed,” she said as she ran her fingernails across my ab muscles. We sat there quiet on the couch for a long while Rachel contemplated things. Her light touch on me was causing me considerable difficulty in keeping Mr. Happy at bay. I was more than a little panicked that she would notice the enlarging bulge in my pants. Suddenly she sat up.

“I know you said we’d talk about what to do, but the wine is making me sleepy and I just need to sleep I think,” she said.

“No problem. Let me find you something to sleep in,” I said as I rose from the couch and headed for my bedroom, “You could sleep in Jimmy’s room if you want.”

“Uh, no thanks,” she replied following me, “I really might catch something if I slept in there.”

I laughed. “I’m going to tell him you said that”

“No, don’t. He’s such a horndogger, I find him a little creepy and I just don’t want to sleep in his bed.”

“Okay. You can have my bed and I’ll grab a blanket and sleep on the couch.” I was digging through my drawer for something appropriate for her to wear to bed.

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I’m lying next to her, the room is pitch black and all I can focus on is her breath catching in her throat. The duvet has somehow managed to work its way down so it’s only covering my lower half. The cool night air coming in through the open window is raising goosebumps on my arms. We’re not touching, but I can feel the energy radiating from her body which is only inches from mine. Neither of us should have let it get this far, but the temptation of the forbidden fruit is almost too much to resist.

“Please tell me.”

Her voice is quiet, gravelly and full of arousal. She’s staring straight up at the ceiling. I can just about make out the rise and fall of her vest in the darkness. Even without her eyes on me I’m struggling to get my words out.

“I can’t. It’s too… I just can’t.”

I’m covering my face with my arm; I don’t want to expose myself. She’s peeling back my layers and I’m not doing a thing to stop her.

“Jessica, you’ve know me for ages, have I ever judged you?

“No… I mean yes, I’ve thought about you like that. The way your lips would feel against mine. How your skin would feel under my fingertips… How erotic it would be.”

“Fuck.”

I’m aching for her. I want to climb on top of her and consume her, get into her head and find out her deepest, darkest secrets. Instead I turn onto my side and lay my head on my left arm so I’m facing her.

“Why me Jessica? Why now?”

“You know why. It’s always been this way.”

“We can’t. It’s not right; too many people would get hurt. It doesn’t mean I don’t want it though.”

“Tell me what you want, Tab.”

I know she’s only wearing a thin vest. I find my mind considering the xhamster porno possibility that her nipples are straining against the fabric -that they’re erect because of me. It feels like we are in a black and white film, her beauty translates even in monotone, she could be Bacall or Dietrich.

“At dinner I couldn’t stop sneaking glances at you, Jess. You looked so beautiful, your hair falling down around your face. All I wanted to do was have you all to myself. And now I do and I can’t do a thing about it.”

“Maybe. But we can still talk.”

I reach out to her with my right hand but stop myself. This isn’t about touching. A car drives past and its headlights illuminate her saxophone hanging on the wall. She always looks so in control when she’s playing.

“What do you want to talk about? Shall we talk about how wet you’re making me, Jess?

My stomach knotted tight.

“Stop it. You shouldn’t be telling me that.”

The lump in my throat is getting bigger. I feel like I have a fever.

“You’re not?”

I can barely hear her. We are both whispering, scared stiff it will become even more real if we say it loud enough.

“You know I am…”

“Do you masturbate, Jess?”

I choke out a response. That word seems so dirty, even coming from her. I don’t want her to know how many times I have done it to try and get my mind off her.

“Well, do you, Jessica?”

She raises her knees up and pushes the duvet down off her legs. She is wearing tight boxer shorts, typical Tabitha. She looks as girly as can be on the outside, but underneath she’s much more complicated.

“Yes.”

“Like this?”

My eyes have adjusted to the darkness so I can see what she’s doing. She hooks her thumbs yaşlı porno over the waistband of her underwear and pulls them down a fraction. She’s teasing me; I can see the beginnings of her pubic hair.

“Tab, stop it.”

I am almost begging, my voice desperate and needy.

“I want you to watch me. Don’t say anything.”

Her right hand moves between her legs, on top of her shorts. I can smell her, I want to taste her. The little noises that escape her lips are delicious. I can feel myself fidgeting. Her hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, reminiscent of Dita in that video, if only she was wearing the mask.

“You’ve wanked over me, I know you have. You’re always finding ways to be close to me, placing your hand on my arm, on the small of my back.”

I love her back, just where it curves to meet her bum. I love to put my hand there. It makes me feel possessive, like I could manoeuvre her wherever I wanted.

She’s rubbing herself in slow circles, still over the top. Her pants must be sodden. She moves closer to me, now on her side, mouth so close to mine I can feel her words.

“You’ve thought about telling me to put my hands against the wall and my back to you. My arse out for you, and only you. What if I were wearing that dress you complimented me on earlier? What if I reached around and lifted it up ever so slowly for you?”

“Tabitha… please stop.”

“Tell me what you’re thinking Jess?”

“Would you be wearing anything underneath the dress?”

“Do you want me to be?”

“No…”

“What would you do if I made you suck my cock? The one we were emailing about, the big black one that embarrassed you so much, Jessica?”

The very unsuitable for work email conversation that made me aldatma porno so uncomfortable I had to walk away from her to recover my composure.

“I’d willingly get down on my knees and let you do whatever you wanted to me, Tab. Beg you even. Just like I’m begging you to stop now.”

My hand was now inside my underwear. I’d never been this wet before but I didn’t want it to end. I was applying pressure but not moving my fingers.

“Would you take it in your mouth?”

I couldn’t control my breathing, and neither could she. We were panting like dogs. Maybe that’s all we were, animals, unable to control their carnal desires.

“Yes. I’d worship it. Submit to it.”

A low groan escaped her. She liked to be in control, to be the one taking. Even in our everyday friendship she would get off on making me feel uncomfortable. She’d drop something on the floor for me to pick up so she could look down my top and make me blush, all the time surrounded by people.

“Would you really let me put it anywhere?”

No, no, no. Not this. I can’t talk about this. Not with her.

“Tab. Don’t say it. It’s not fair, I can’t touch you.”

“Would you let me put it in your arse? How about bending you over your desk? Your tits scooped out of your bra and hanging underneath you? What if someone walked in and caught us?”

My fingers were moving in circles over my clit now. I desperately needed to come, this was torture, hearing her say these things but knowing we’d never get the chance to do it. I tried to keep my fingers slow, to prolong this feeling of intimacy. She was close, I could tell from her breathing and I wasn’t far behind.

“Come for me Jess. Imagine it’s my tongue on you.”

I let go of all my inhibitions, all the repercussions we’d have to deal with and just enjoyed the moment. It was almost unbearably intense. Her eyes stayed locked on mine as she rode her own wave. We hadn’t touched but I felt like we had fucked. I felt like I had her come on my fingers, not my own.

We had just crossed the forbidden boundary and I didn’t know if I could go back.

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The 4th installment of Jody and Ellie’s story pt 1. Please read Slow Burn, Stolen Moments then Smoldering Fire (in that order) to catch up with their story.

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The tears falling down my face had soaked my shirt. I wasn’t sure how my body was still producing more. I sat alone, off the path at the summit of The Boulders, trying to muffle the increasing waves of panic that kept crashing over me. I had spent the last two days in a tailspin. The world was closing in on me and I couldn’t hold it together any longer. I thought hiking, my usual form of therapy, would help me get a grip. Instead, I was in a pile of tears, hoping no one would come upon me as I fell apart.

No one knew where I was. Not even Jody.

I had refused to respond to her texts or phone calls for the last two days. Every notification on my phone tore a little more of my soul from my body. The perfect future I had envisioned seemed lost to me forever.

The waves of panic finally began to subside as I stared out at the vista. The mountain ranges in my view were lush with deep greens, the result of a nearly perfect Spring and Summer. My mind wandered backwards in time, back to the best days with Jody.

Early Spring, the day before she left for Florida, when I had awoken in the parking lot of a Hilton in Boston:

*

I felt the Jeep come to a stop and slowly shook the sleep from my head. My hand was still resting in Jody’s, her thumb moving back and forth across the top of it. I still had no idea where we were.

“How was your nap?” Jody smiled at me as I put my seat back upright.

I smiled back as I looked out the window, trying get any idea where we were. “Just long enough, I think. Where are we?”

“Boston. Logan Airport.”

I loved Boston, had spent much of my teen years here on the weekends. My sister went to college down here and I was in a program in High School where we went into Boston once a month.

We got out of the Jeep and made our way to the hotel lobby. It was way too early to check in, but Jody figured it was worth a shot. Somehow our room was ready. We headed up to the top floor with our bags. We had a view of the airport. I shut the blinds; I didn’t have any interest in being reminded she was leaving on a plane tomorrow. I felt her arms slip around my waist and her lips on my neck. I stood there and soaked her touches up.

Her hands move from my waist up to my chest. She gently caressed me, her fingers swirling around my nipples. I sigh deeply. Again, I just soaked her up. I was trying to keep my mind off the fact we were here because she was leaving.

“I can feel your angst, El.” She said into my ear.

“I’m sorry, I’m trying.” I leaned into her, resting my head on her shoulder.

“I know.” She continued to hold me, her fingers still making their swirls. She knew me better than anyone ever had. Accepted and loved my angsty anxiety ridden self and usually knew exactly how just be there while I worked through things. She never pushed me, never fluffed off what I was feeling, and never told me to get over it.

She whispered, “I love you” in my ear. I leaned into her a little more. She wasn’t rushing me to be okay, just letting me know she was there. I closed my eyes as we continued to stand there together. Her fingers hadn’t stopped their caressing and I was finally ready to respond. I turned to face her. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to mine. It seemed like it had been years since I felt the warmth of her mouth. I couldn’t get enough as our tongues danced.

My hands left the back of her neck and began an urgent mission. They were up under her shirt, feeling everything in their path. I unhooked her bra and slipped my fingers between the loose fabric and her skin. Her heat was radiating out and I wanted more. I pulled away from her mouth just long enough to remove her shirt and drop her bra to the ground. I found her tongue again as my hands went back to her chest. I felt her hands lift my shirt and she deftly removed it. My bra fell to the ground with hers.

Our bare skin connected, and a fire shot through my body. Our kisses wandered as we wildly moved towards the bed, the rest of our clothes falling off as we moved. We fell into a heap of tangled flesh on the comforter. olgun porno We frantically rolled around as we tried to get our fill of each other’s flesh. Would we ever actually get our fill? Our fingers plunged between each other’s legs, they curled and pounded and rubbed in unison. We reached the peak at almost the same time, our bodies stayed connected as we toppled over the edge together.

As we came off our high, I wrapped my arms around her, unwilling to let go. We laid there as our bodies cooled off. I could feel my angst and anxiety lift like a weighted blanket had been removed. I kissed her gently, “love you.” She nuzzled up and put her arms around me,” love you more.” Her eyes began to drop. I carefully covered us and let her sleep. I closed my eyes but didn’t intend to sleep.

Two hours later my eyes opened again. Jody had rolled over on her side, her back to me. Her rhythmic breathing filled my ears. I moved to spoon her, wrapping my arms around her. She stirred slightly under my movements. I buried my face in her hair and let her scent wash over me. I kissed the back of her neck as she stirred a little more. My fingers played over her breasts, teasing her nipples which tightened under them. She arched her back slightly, pushing into me more. I trailed down her spine, kissing every inch as I went. I reached her ass and buried my face in it, my tongue flicking at her tightness. Sleepy moans escaped from her.

Her scent was filling my nose as I danced my fingers down her pubic bone and drew swirls and circles gently around her outer lips. Her back arched more, opening up more of her to me. My tongue delved deeper, exploring the folds it knew so well. I filled my mouth with her clit as my fingers entered her. I pushed her to the edge and backed off. Then did it again. She was fully awake, and I could hear her heavy breaths getting louder. I wasn’t prepared when she spun us over and began riding my face, but I should have been. I held on to her hips as my tongue finished her off. Her juices dripping into my mouth as she came. She folded at the waist as she calmed and before I was prepared for it her mouth engulfed me.

Her tongue was magic, as usual. She slowly moved around me and placed her whole self between my legs. One hand reached to grasp my breast, the fingers on the other danced and flitted and plunged as her tongue continued its assault. She held nothing back from me. My hands were on her head, holding her in place, not that I needed to. My hips bucked as ripples became waves.

“FUCK!”

I calmed as she moved to rest besides me. I kissed her, tasting myself on her lips. She playfully told me to stop swearing. I would have thought she would have given up on that by now. We kissed some more. I didn’t want to move. Ever.

“We need to shower and get going. There’s stuff I want to do before I fly out.” I groaned, mumbled something about her being the only thing I wanted to do, which earned me a side-eye glare, then I got up and we showered and were soon on our way into Boston.

We walked, we talked. We took in the atmosphere. It was still early Spring, so the air was chilled, especially down at the Wharf. Jody had planned dinner at a seafood place she knew I loved. I drank a little too much rum. We made our way back to the hotel the plan was to watch a movie and just be together. We got to the room and I was fighting my eye lids to stay open.

“I’m gonna get changed.” I said as we walked in. Jody’s hand was on my arm as I staggered just a touch. She changed too and we climbed on the bed. Rum made me mushy and sappy and I professed my love over and over again as she started the movie. We were watching The Lake House. One of my favorites and she had never seen the whole thing. I loved when I found a movie that I liked but she hadn’t seen. It was a rare thing.

All I wanted was to be close to her and hold her while I could. The rational part of my brain knew she would be back in a few days. The anxiety controlled always-overthinking-everything side couldn’t be convinced of this. We watched the movie cuddled up together, it was perfection. My phone went off about half-way through.

“Evan.” I rolled my eyes as I told her. She paused the movie.

He wanted to know what time I would be back. I realized I didn’t know what time her flight left so I asked. porno I texted him back that her flight left at 10:30am so I should be home around noon at the latest. I wasn’t sure why he cared, he would be at work anyways and both kids were staying over at friends. I couldn’t figure him out, annoyed when I was home, annoyed when I wasn’t. I wish he would get a grip.

I put my phone away and turned my attention back to Jody as she started the movie back up. She squeezed my hand. I put my head on her shoulder, my eyes were getting harder to keep open, I wasn’t sure why I was so tired. I felt her kiss the side of my head as my eyes got even heavier.

It was light out when my eyes opened again. Jody was sitting up next to me, the curtains were open and I could see the airplanes on the tarmac. I groaned.

“What time is it?”

“Almost 8.”

Fuck. I had way overslept. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” I asked her as I hurriedly sat up. I noticed she was dressed and the room was picked up.

“You needed sleep.”

“I needed you.” I grumbled.

“You had me. You were snuggled up with me all night El.” She knew that’s not what I meant. She leaned over and kissed me. I moved to wrap my arms around her neck and kissed her back deeply. My hands migrated. “Ellie. I love you and want you too but there isn’t time. I have to leave in a few.”

I pulled away and put my head down. I was so mad at myself for sleeping. She stood up, took my hands and pulled me out of the bed.

“You are not gonna do this. I’m leaving. I’m coming back. Don’t have me leave with you like this Ellie. I’m coming back.” She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me. “I love you I’m not leaving you I’m just going to spend a few days in the sun with my kids.”

I knew I was being ridiculous. I had to at least fake being okay. I hugged her back and pulled away to get dressed. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, threw on jeans and a T-shirt. I went back into the bedroom area and sighed. She walked over and put her arms around me again. I closed my eyes for a second and imagined a day when I wouldn’t fear losing her every time she walked away. We kissed before we exited the room.

We got to the Jeep and she handed me the keys. There was no point going inside with her. I couldn’t go through security and I knew I would likely break down anyways. It would be better to say our goodbyes at drop off. We rode in silence. I pulled up in front of her terminal and she leaned over and kissed me quickly. “I love you. I will text you when I get there. Drive safe and let me know when you get home, please.” And she got out of the Jeep, grabbed her bags and walked away.

I cried most of the way back home. The days without seeing her weren’t easy but we both survived and she did come back.

*

I could hear voices in the distance, they pulled me out of my memories. I sat quietly, hoping to go unnoticed. The sun was slowly falling in the sky. I had been up here for hours.. I couldn’t believe it had been almost four months since that night at the hotel. I wondered if we would ever have a night again

I got up and decided it was time to head down the mountain before I lost the sun. Part of me was willing to chance it. My phone went off again. One more for Jody and one from Jessie.

Jessie- mom where are you??

I didn’t want to worry her.

Me- I went for a hike. I’m fine.

Jessie- you’re coming home right? Jody has been texting and calling me worried. Mom what happened?!

Me- nothing you need to worry about. Yes I’ll be home soon

Jessie- mom, she’s really worried. Now I am. Please tell me what happened.

Me- I’m coming home soon.

While I started walking down the trail my mind took me back to the months prior again. Prom season

*

Jessie and I went to dinner and a movie after dress shopping. She was going to Prom with her off again on again boyfriend. He was a senior and I was glad they were going. It wasn’t often she wanted to hang out with me so I was spoiling her a little. I was enjoying the time with her. We got done eating and headed over to the theater.

“Do you think Jody would do my hair and make-up for Prom?” She asked me.

“What, you don’t want me to?” We both laughed. Ponytails and messy buns with little to no make up was the extent Porno 64 of my abilities in that department. Jody on the other hand had skills. “Do you want me to ask her?”

“Yeah, could you when you see her next?”

“Of course.” I said as we took our seats. We had a few minutes before the movie was due to start so I excused myself and used the restroom. I also texted Jody asking her about the hair and makeup.

I got back to the seats and told Jessie that Jody said of course she would do her hair and make up. Jessie smiled at me and said, “you guys really do talk all the time don’t ya?”

“Not all the time but a lot yes.”

“I know. You love her don’t you?”

“I do. She’s my best friend Jes.”

“I know, but that’s not what I mean mom. I see how you two look at each other. I don’t know how everyone else doesn’t see it. You really love each other don’t you? It’s okay. If you’re worried it bothers me, it doesn’t. And I know you and dad haven’t been good in a really long time. I’m glad you found each other. You’re different since you met. In a good way. I’m just saying I see you two and I’m happy for you.”

The theater darkened just as she finished talking and I was at a loss for what to say to her. I turned my eyes to the screen and she didn’t press me to reply. Half way through the movie she took my hand and whispered, “I like seeing you happy mom, you deserve it. Timmy and I will be fine I promise.”

I was trying to figure out when my baby girl became the nearly grown women sitting next to me. She got up and starting walking out like nothing had been said. Like everything was the same.

“Mom, are ya coming?”

I got up and followed her out. She grabbed my arm as we walked. “you’ve always taught us to go after our own happy. It’s okay to follow your own advice. You do deserve to be happy too, mom. Don’t worry, I won’t say a word until you two are ready. Can we go get froyo?”

And we did go and get froyo I told Jody later that night what went on. She wasn’t surprised. “She’s a lot more like you than you realize El. She’s caring and intuitive. Two of your best qualities. And she’s also right. I sometimes wonder how people don’t see it either. It’s been close to a year.”

I sighed as I got off the phone and crawled under my blanket. My phone vibrated.

Jody- I believe her El. She isn’t gonna say anything.

Me- ?? you get some sleep.

Jody- love you too. See ya soon

Jessie had been true to her word and hadn’t said anything. She hadn’t even mentioned it to me again. Jody did her hair and makeup and went to prom walk in with me. Evan went too and I’m sure to most we managed to look like a normal married couple. I looked around at all the parents of Jessie’s friends, the parents of my students, some of them friends of mine. They all knew Jody by now, she was my best friend and we did everything together after-all. Did anyone see the three of us watching Jessie and her date and wonder? Probably not. For the first time in a long time I started to worry about the what ifs.

What if we were found out before we were ready. Would I lose my job? What if we were ready but the world wasn’t. Would I lose my job? Jody didn’t work in education, didn’t have the prying eyes of hundreds of sets of parents on her. My anxiety started to build a we stood there.

“Ellie.” I heard Evan calling for me. He was talking to Tina and her husband. I left Jody and walked over, readying myself to play the part I needed to play. I placed myself close to Evan, but not too close. Appearances mattered. They were talking about going out for a drink while the kids were at prom. The four of us. It has been months since Evan and I did anything with other people. Before I knew it the plans had been solidified.

Evan and I walked back over to where Jody was. I told him I was going to need to drive her home before I could meet them at the restaurant. Jody and I waked over to the parking lot.

“I do not want to do this.”

“It’s good though. You like Tina. If you let yourself you will have fun. And have a drink, cus I can tell your overthinking again. “

I drove her home, holding her hand the entire way. As she got out of my van I promised to call her when I got home. I met up with Evan, Tina and her husband Rob. It wasn’t horrible. I survived. Life kept moving forward.

*

I climbed into my van, grabbed a wet wipe from the glovebox and cleaned off my face from crying. I took a deep breath and headed down the mountain and towards home. I wasn’t certain what was going to be waiting for me there, but I knew I had to face it.

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The LGBT Festival, nicknamed by attendees as the Pride Circus, was an array of lights and wonder against the backdrop of our sleepy city centre. Having grown up in such a small, underwhelming place, I’d never seen something quite like it past dark. The name ‘circus’ suited perfectly. It wasn’t that the festival was a freak show. Rather, it was a welcoming environment that enticed the curious and gave home to the smitten. It was a circus not because the people there were a sight to be seen, but because the glamour and magic of such a wonderful festival was captivating. Yet it was fleeting, as though the intensity of the awe and excitement could only possibly be appreciated for a day or two at a time. Mundane life threatened to take over at any moment, making the joy of the festival a stronger sensation. Lesbians, Gay men, Bisexuals and the Transgendered were united for one night of sensationalism, partying and indulgence before the real world took us over once more.

I was lured, like many young women, by the promise of a world born anew. I had lived a life until now that was more conservative than I had realised. Sure, I hadn’t been raised in a strictly religious household, or even a homophobic one, but the Pride Circus drove home just how grey my world was before. When I had begun questioning my sexuality, I had done so in a vortex of isolation. There had been nothing like this that I had known of: nothing that relentlessly preached acceptance and fun. It was as though I had woken up to discover I was a mythical creature that could live one night as myself, knowing every second that tomorrow I would have to tuck my wings away. But tonight, I would be a Pegasus.

I had been brought into this world by a tiny elf-like girl named Wendy. Wendy and I had known each other in high school, but shared little in common. It wasn’t until she and I reunited at our University’s LGBT club that we discovered we had a shared interest: we were both gay. We had forced ourselves to date for a while, pecking in cinemas and groping in backseats, before we realised it wasn’t going to work out. Instead, we settled for a friendship that matched that of tourists meeting in a youth hostel: we would explore this world together, but would forget all about one another once we were comfortably back in our normal lives. And it was Wendy who had called me one day telling me all about the LGBT Festival that was coming for the weekend. She had read about it in the back of a student magazine published by a group of leftist go-getters at our college.

“The article said there was going to be musicians, and comedians, and even a drag show!” she had told me over the phone. I was sitting at the bus stop, waiting for a ride home. I stubbed the toe of my shoe into the ground and tried to remain subtle for the benefit of the strangers around me. God forbid they know exactly what my phone call was about.

“Oh, really?” I replied. “I’m sure they’ll all be local acts. Nothing special.”

“I don’t know. The article says they’ll have Mistress D on Friday night.”

“I don’t know who that is.”

“Yes you do,” Wendy huffed. “We listened to her single in the car the other week. She’s the crooner from Ceduna. Remember?”

That made no sense to me, and I suspected Wendy had me confused with someone else she made out with in cars, but I humoured her.

“Oh! From Ceduna, you say? Such a far off land!”

“Shut up,” she bit back. “Oh my god! I just saw! Guess who’s going to perform on Saturday night!?”

“Who?”

“Guess!”

“The Ceduna Crooner?”

“Ha-ha, very funny,” she growled sarcastically. “No! Taylor Fitzgerald! And Andrea Joyce!”

Those were names I had heard of. They were comediennes Wendy and I had discovered on one of our many forays into LGBT blogs and forums. We thought they were fantastic. We loved them, not because their acts were especially funny, but because they were daring and unlike anything we had known. They were both open lesbians with short cropped hair and fashion styles somewhere between ‘androgynous’ and ‘gender queer’. Andrea joked publicly about her sex and love lives, all involving women, and we found that positively risqué. And Taylor bellowed her routine with the sorts of insecurity and deep voice only an overweight performer could have.

Wendy and I began giggling with excitement. We chattered hurriedly, making plans to meet the comediennes back stage, and even follow them to their hotel rooms! My concern for offended eavesdroppers was long and truly gone. The thought of actually getting to meet these women, of having them in our tiny city, right in front of us on stage, made every inch of me tingle with excitement.

“I’m on my way to the ticket office right now,” Wendy told me. “I’ll buy you a ticket too.”

The LGBT Festival started about a month after that conversation. Wendy and I arrived, bursting with anticipation. I had gone to great pains to make sure I looked as cute as possible that night. I straightened my curls and wore a Casibom headband with a big, white bow on one side. I had made sure to wear a darling floral dress that flattered my shoulders and stopped well short of my knee. And I’d brought my fake leather jacket to fight off the late night chill. I felt like a doll, and I was sure I’d make an impression on my idols that night. Wendy had met me at the bus stop and we walked to the festival square together, arms intertwined at the elbows, giggling about how far the square was from the hotel Taylor Fitzgerald was rumoured to be staying. We were teenagers all over again.

“I think I’m going to kiss Andrea tonight,” she said. She flicked her cropped fringe to one side of her face, trying to see her way through the dark city.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course! Wouldn’t you want to if you could?”

“How are we going to just walk up to her and kiss her? Won’t there be security around the place?”

“Yeah, probably. Let’s try and meet her backstage. I’m sure she’d let us in once she catches sight of us.”

I laughed. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah! Listen,” Wendy leaned in closer to my ear. “I heard that a friend of a friend of mine was actually invited up to Andrea’s hotel room when she was here for a comedy festival two years ago. And they totally hooked up!”

I had to laugh at that.

“Laugh all you want, but it’s true! They get groupies wanting to hang out with them all the time. They’ll be used to it by now. So I’m sure two more tonight won’t be a big deal for them.”

I paused for a moment in thought. “Are you saying that to convince me, or yourself?”

She threw me a whimsical smile and tugged me towards the festival square.

I wasn’t sure what I had expected from the Pride Circus, but what I saw certainly defied those expectations. There were tents and booths parked on the trimmed grass of the square, all glittering with fairy lights and the promise of delights within. The people circling around the lawn seemed dissuaded by the dark, joyless night around. I couldn’t help but feel a bubble of excitement well up in my stomach, and not just because of Wendy and my plan to meet our comedy idols. It felt like I had found my home. I was both comforted and thrilled for the unknown.

I had never felt that way before.

A rather plain woman sat at a booth that said ‘Information’. We made our way towards her. The dim night did nothing to flatter her complexion. Only up close, when the glittering lights cast a glow on her face, could I appreciate her understated beauty. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes glowed behind a pair of dainty looking glasses.

“Hi there guys,” she said as we approached. “How can I help?”

Wendy spoke for the both of us. “Hi! We’re looking for the tent where Andrea Joyce is going to perform.”

“Ah, no problem. Can I see your tickets?”

I produced mine from the pocket of my coat and passed it to her, my hands trembling a little. She took one quick glance at it, then at Wendy’s, and beamed at us.

“Okay, you want tent one. It’s the one just over there. Seats aren’t assigned. Just sit wherever. And your tickets say you’re also seeing Taylor Fitzgerald? Her set is on after Andrea’s, in the same place. You don’t even need to move! If you want to use the bathrooms, they’re over there,” she gestured loosely with her hand. “They’re just portables, but they’re clean. Just make sure you knock before barging in. Some people get a little excited here. And cans of drink are a dollar a pop if you show the canteen your ticket. Otherwise, three dollars. Is there anything else I can help with?”

I shook my head. “We’re good. Thanks.”

Tent one loomed above us like an enticing paradise. Lights were shining from inside, and the occasional rustle of voices told me an audience had already gathered.

“Come on,” I said to Wendy, tugging on her arm. “We’re going to be late.”

We entered the tent with little fanfare and saw a variety of people already seated on little plastic lawn chairs. There were a few women around who dressed in the same androgynous way as Andrea herself, but there were also dainty old ladies and glamourous femme fatales, and even a handful of burly men sitting on the far side, sipping from frosted beer cans. Wendy and I were unable to get a seat close to the stage, which was a length of thick, elevated panelling that didn’t seem entirely safe. So we sat a little far back, a bit left of centre. I took off my jacket and rested it across the back of my seat.

“This is exciting!” Wendy squeaked.

I looked around, trying to determine where Andrea would come in from. At first I thought the tent was as simple as it seemed and she would walk in from the same entrance we’d used. But subtle observation showed there was a false wall to one side, and behind it was surely the backstage area. I figured it would be much too small for Wendy and I to slip into after the show. We would have to think up another plan.

When I told Casibom Giriş Wendy this, she suggested we wait at the front of their rumoured hotel after the show. This had a lot of flaws. What if they were late? What if it wasn’t their hotel at all? She didn’t seem to mind those possibilities. Wendy had always been the sort to crave adventure regardless of consequences. It was a whimsy that I couldn’t mimic. I was far too cautious for that. But I decided, perhaps foolishly, to put my faith in her for tonight. If worse came to worst, at least we would have had a fun night together.

It was a few minutes more before Andrea Joyce came out from a slit in the false fabric wall and paraded onto the stage. She grinned widely beneath her oversized glasses. She was much smaller in person, but just as dapper as ever. She wore a sweater with a button up shirt underneath, and a flattering pair of tight jeans.

“Hello everyone!” she cheered in a stage voice that needed no microphone. Still, the festival company had set one up for her anyway. She paced towards it, bursting with enthusiasm. The audience around us cheered for her. I clapped along too. “How are we all tonight? It’s bloody freezing here!”

She launched seamlessly into her routine. She joked about her girlfriend (“Aw,” Wendy sighed, disappointed), her dildo collection, and her homophobic grandma. It was just like her routine on all the videos Wendy and I had seen. She was just as delightful in person. I was excited to meet her.

I’ll admit that I enjoyed Taylor’s performance much more. She was hilariously deadpan, which always appealed to me. She made remarks about her parents and her co-workers, but mostly she made fun of herself. I found her very charming, and I itched with excitement to meet her.

After a little more than two hours, the shows came to an end. My cheeks were sore from laughing, but I’d had a great night. If I went home right then, I wouldn’t have regretted it. But we were girls on a mission, and I was more determined than ever to meet my new favourite people.

The idea that we wait outside the hotel was a better one than I’d thought. The girls disappeared into the backstage and we lost sight of them completely. By the time Wendy and I came back from a quick trip to the portable toilets, the lights in the tent were off and it seemed completely abandoned. We would have to wait by the hotel anyway.

I became a little nervous as we ventured off. Perhaps we weren’t the only ones to do this. Maybe the women had disappeared so quickly to avoid the rush of fan-girls. My only salvation came from the fact that the Pride Circus was held in our small city, not some place huge like Sydney, so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Maybe it hadn’t even occurred to anyone else. And I was sure Wendy and I were the youngest there, and the Pride Circus had an 18+ restriction in place, so maybe everyone else was too old and wise to be so frivolous. But we weren’t. We were young and stupid and we were ready to do some young and stupid things.

The hotel wasn’t far. We caught a taxi from a taxi rank nearby and he whizzed us to the hotel in the CBD in a matter of minutes. The hotel itself was more lively than the streets were at that hour. Lights were still on in most of the rooms that towered up high above us. The lobby itself was as bright as daylight.

“Should we go in?” I asked. I slipped my hands into the pockets of my coat, trying to hide my nervousness.

“Maybe we should wait out here. I think they’re still coming. Besides, it’s not like the clerk’s just going to give us their room numbers.”

The path from the street to the hotel lobby was bordered by inclining square pots with trimmed plants inside each one. The pots were as thick as fences and were impenetrable from the other side. We used them as seats, perching on the very rims and waiting in the dark. This was surely the creepiest thing I had ever done. The cold, quiet night dulled my enthusiasm. Maybe this was the wrong thing to do? What if Taylor and Andrea were really freaked out by us? What if they called the cops? I wanted to share my concerns with Wendy, but I knew she’d make fun of me. Despite all this time we’d known each other, I still wanted to impress her by being as adventurous as she was. So, I sat in silence. I exorcised my nervousness by tearing up a corner of my ticket in my pocket. A shame, really. I had hoped to keep it for my scrapbook.

A taxi pulled up at the front of the hotel after a while. Out of it spilled a handful of drunken women, including Andrea Joyce and Taylor Fitzgerald. The girls around them were all noticeably older than us and dressed in skin tight dresses and skirts. I hadn’t seen any of them at the show. Andrea had her arms around two girls’ shoulders and demanded Taylor foot the bill. With an eye-roll, she did. I suspected she was much more sober than her counterpart, considering her flawless ability to count out bank notes. Andrea, meanwhile, had her tongue down one woman’s throat as the Casibom Güncel Giriş other fondled her own breast. I looked nervously towards Wendy, daring her to make the first move and announce our presence. She didn’t. Instead, we sat in the shadows cast by the trimmed bushes, watching the scene unfold. The Andrea sandwich struggled to make its way to the hotel without untangling, but they managed. It was helped by the presence of an eager door man dressed in red who swung the front door open as soon as he saw them. Taylor, pulling up the rear, took her time. It was clear she was trying to distance herself from the group, perhaps for a moment’s peace. Andrea and her buddies had disappeared inside by the time Taylor was near us. I seized my opportunity.

“Hey,” I chimed. Taylor jumped and clutched her heart.

“Jesus Christ! You scared me.”

“Sorry,” I said with a blush. “I didn’t mean to.”

“We were at your show tonight,” Wendy said. “It was great. We were hoping to get to meet you.”

The night made it difficult to determine Taylor’s reaction, though the light filtering from the hotel lobby made her eyes glow. She seemed uncomfortable to me, but Wendy must have thought she was flattered.

“When you talked about your mum cleaning your room and finding your stash, I almost wet myself, I laughed so hard!” she went on. “It reminded me of when my mum found my cigarettes in my purse.”

“Did it?” Taylor was cordial, but struck me as impatient. I was sure she’d been through this routine countless times with smitten young girls just like us.

Wendy was not discouraged.

“We saw Andrea’s show, too. We were hoping to meet her, but I guess she’s pretty busy.”

Taylor flashed Wendy a courteous smile, and her teeth sparkled like stars against the night. “Yeah, I’ll say. She gets like this after shows. A little worked up. Did you say you smoked?”

Wendy nodded, and Taylor probed her for a cigarette and a light.

“You’re not allowed to smoke in the hotel,” she said, taking a drag and puffing out a grey cloud. Wendy lit a cigarette of her own and offered me one. I turned it down. Smoking had never been my thing. But I watched Taylor closely, as well as I could. The slight burning flame afforded me a look at her lips. They curved in a seductive way I’d never noticed in anyone before. They looked juicy and tempting, yet unattainable. The way the soft curves embraced the butt of her cigarette made me wonder what her lips could do to me. I felt passion flicker within me. I wanted her to touch me. But I had no idea how to make that happen. I turned to Wendy and psychically willed her to get us into that hotel. Please, Wendy! Please!

In the end, it was Taylor who gave me what I wanted.

“You know, if you really want to see Andrea, I can take you up. As long as you know what you’re getting yourself into. She can be a little… frisky.”

Fireworks went off in my head. Yes! Yes! Yes! We were about to hang out with two of the coolest people in the whole world! And who cared if they wanted to feel us up or make out a bit? Wendy and I had been discussing that for days! We were more than willing. Outwardly, I tried to play it cool. I nodded and said: “If you’re willing to put up with us, we’d love to.”

“Sure,” Taylor said with a smile. “You seem like cool girls.”

Her gaze lingered on me for just a moment before she dropped her cigarette to the floor. She stubbed out the flame with the toe of her loathers, and Wendy took the hint. We rose to our feet and clutched our bags. Wendy stubbed out her cigarette on the rim of the pot. And then we, like eager ducklings, followed Taylor Fitzgerald inside.

The doorman held let us in without a word. Taylor led us straight to the elevator, stopping for nothing. We all got in and rode it up to the fourth floor. When we got out, Taylor busied herself checking the room numbers as we walked down the oddly golden hall. I slipped my hand around Wendy’s, squeezing it to make sure this was real. She clutched back at me, and I could feel the excitement pulsing beneath her skin. Taylor stopped outside of room 409. She knocked briskly. A strange array of sounds came from inside, including the rattling of a wine bottle rolling on the ground. Panting and ruffled, Andrea swung the door open. She was no longer wearing her glasses, and her eyes were small and beady.

“What?” she said, breathlessly.

“These girls wanted to meet you,” Taylor told her, disinterested.

I felt like a little child interrupting her parents late at night. Andrea sighed with annoyance and looked us over. Her gaze made me feel insignificant. This was a bad idea. I tried not to notice when her eyes landed on my breasts.

“We’re sorry if we’re bothering you,” Wendy said. “We were at your show earlier, and we’re big fans of yours. We wanted to come and say ‘hey’.”

Andrea’s face lit up.

“Why don’t you ladies come join me?” she asked, opening the door a little wider for us to fit through. “We’d love to have you.”

Wendy leaped at the opportunity, brushing by Andrea and straight into the room. She paused for a moment to look back at me, challenging me to follow. My stomach was in knots. I tried to think of a way out of this.

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Hello guys and welcome to the first chapter of this lovely story “Destined hearts.” I really hope you guys will enjoy the first chapter.

Destined hearts is a story I have decided to work on and deliver to you guys with love. I know that you all are waiting for “Wild Flower” to return but it is still on production break. It will return to you real soon. This story as usual has lots of dialogue to make you get into the story more and really enjoy it, This story doesn’t contain a lot of sex scenes and if sex is all you are looking for then this might not be story for you. However, if you are a fan of wonderful, hot and sizzling plots then join me on this journey.

I just hope you will start this journey with me and end it with me as well. I might not be posting faster than I did with other stories but I promise to keep you entertained. I missed you so much guys and I love you.

Enjoy…

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Prologue:

18 YEARS AGO

It was a great day at the temple. People from all walks of life were going in and out of the temple to praise and worship the almighty for what he had done for them. The temple was one of the biggest and most popular in the entire city. The people of Ashton, a country rich in culture knew exactly what they needed to do in order to please the Lord.

Emilia Gonzalez and her husband Harvey were also at the temple. She had her hands put together, staring at the statue that was right in front of her. She had a smile on her face because God had done a lot in her life. She usually came to the temple to praise and worship for every little thing that happened in her life.

Emilia Gonzalez was a really beautiful woman. She had deep blue eyes, a well curved body and her face was just to die and maybe that was the reason why her husband loved her so much. He was handsome too and they were one of the richest families in all of Ashton. Although she was a rich woman, she was an honest and generous woman who gave to the poor and anyone that needed her help. That was how she was.

“I know the almighty will answer each and every prayer that you have offered to him.” Harvey said with a smile, wrapping his arm around his loving wife’s shoulder.

Emilia opened her eyes and smiled back at him. “Yes! I know he always has and he always will. And now, I know that we will continue to rise because he is faithful to us.”

“Yeah!” Harvey breathed, chuckling softly. “Are you done?”

“Yes!” She smiled back. “Let’s go.”

The happy couple turned and then stopped to admire the little boy that was seated on the floor, playing with a tiny ball. His name was Antonio and they loved him so much. He was a really cute boy, five years of age and really adorable. He had short chocolate brown hair, a cute smile, light green eyes and really handsome for his age.

Antonio was the second youngest of Emilia’s three children and she simply loved him so much. In fact, he was her favorite and she treated him like her own little prince.

She took a deep breath and then started heading to her son. Reaching him, she picked him up, kissed him on the head and then enjoyed the giggles that were coming from him.

They all started heading to the car when Emilia got the boy to the ground so that he could play a little as they went back to the car. She was talking with her husband and laughing with him. The couple were so engaged into their conversation that they had no idea that the ball Antonio had been playing with had slipped from him and now it was moving towards the road.

When the boy saw the ball, he started running after it and unfortunately for him it stopped right in the middle of the road. The boy rushed towards the ball and once he got to it, he started playing with it right in the middle of the road.

Suddenly, a huge truck appeared out of nowhere and was rushing towards the road with a killer speed. The driver of the truck who wasn’t even paying attention because he was so engrossed in his phone was just driving carelessly.

Meanwhile, Emilia and her husband reached where they had parked the car. She noticed that her little bundle of joy wasn’t with her. She turned around to see if he was behind her but he wasn’t. She looked at her husband quickly and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow, wondering what she was looking for.

Emilia had no idea where her son was but she was really worried. Her little boy could easily get lost in such a crowded place. She needed to look for him. Emilia took a deep breath and turned around, looking all over the place to see if she could spot him.

However, Emilia’s heart started racing as soon as she turned and saw her son right in the middle of the road with a huge truck closing in on him. Tears formed in her eyes and her breath came out harshly. She trembled in fear and her voice suddenly went. She couldn’t speak or move any part of her body. It was just scary.

Meanwhile, when Harvey turned to look at his wife, he got scared when he saw the state that she was in. She altyazı porno was looking right ahead and he had no idea what she was staring at. He quickly went towards her to see what was wrong.

“Emilia!” He quickly moved towards her and pulled her closer. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Emilia still couldn’t say anything. She was like a statue. Her mouth trembled terribly and a tear was going down her cheek. Her little boy… her wonderful joy and her prince was right in the middle of the road.

“Emilia!” Harvey shook her.

At that moment, Emilia came out of her shock and immediately started panicking. She quickly pulled away from her husband and started rushing towards the road, calling her boy’s name like she was going insane.

“Antonio!”

But the poor boy that knew nothing and probably couldn’t hear his mother’s call was just playing innocently in the middle of the road. Never had Emilia been so scared in her entire life. Her heart was pounding so deep in her chest that she felt as if she was about to have a heart attack.

Harvey who was still confused started running after his wife, still wondering what could have made his wife act the way she was acting. He was trying to call her when he saw Antonio in the middle of the road. His eyes widened and his breath came out harshly. He increased his speed, trying to run as fast as he could. He needed to save his boy.

“Antonio!” Emilia cried at the top of her voice. “Somebody please, save him…” She cried.

Emilia looked around as she ran but it seemed there was no one near her boy. As she moved closer to the road, the truck also got closer to the little boy and her fear just maximized. She had never been so scared.

Emilia ran as fast as she could but she didn’t run far before she tripped and fell to the ground with a thud. She didn’t even mind the pain that she felt. She knew that it was all over for her boy. There was no way that she was gonna reach the boy before the truck. It was all over.

She quickly tried to get up but felt arms wrapping around her. It was her husband and he was holding her tightly. She tried to get up but her husband had a tight grip on her. She cried at the top of her voice, begging him to let go of her so that she could save her son. But he wouldn’t let her go.

She was sweating. Her whole face was wet with both tears and sweat. Her head was pulsing terribly and her body trembled in fear. She was struggling but her husband was just too strong. She knew that it was late to reach her boy but she still needed to save him.

Emilia quickly moved her eyes forward and the big truck had obstructed her view. She couldn’t see her son. She screamed at the top of her voice as if she was going insane. She felt her strength leaving her and she started beating on her husband’s chest as hard as she could, pleading with him to let her go but he was just too strong.

She buried her head in his chest and wailed right there, crying for her boy. Harvey on the other hand knew that there was nothing he could do to save his son. He just held his wife and closed his eyes. He couldn’t watch as his son lost his life. He just couldn’t do it.

“No!” Emilia cried at the top of her voice, gripping her husband’s chest. “Antonio…”

She could still hear the noise being made by the huge truck as it passed and she knew it was all over. Her wails increased and she cried like she had never done before. She loved Antonio so much that his death guaranteed her death as well. There was absolutely no way she was gonna survive when her little boy was gone.

Emilia continued crying right there, pouring her heavy heart out. Her wails were so loud that they attracted some people that were passing by and those from the temple. They all came rushing towards where she and her husband where.

“What’s going on?” They asked, trying to understand what could have made a woman like Emilia cry like that.

“What’s wrong?”

But Emilia and her husband couldn’t even utter any word to anyone. They just continued crying, calling their little boy’s name. Never had they experienced such pain in their lives before. It was just too much for them to bear.

“No!”

Suddenly, Emilia opened her eyes and furiously got up. Her husband tried to hold her but she quickly moved away and started running towards the road, screaming her son’s name. Her husband and the people were following her behind. They had no idea what was going on but from her expressions, they knew she was deeply hurt.

“Antonio!” She cried as she moved closer and closer to the road.

Emilia’s heart was on fire. The more she moved closer to the road, the more her strength left her and the more scared she got. She didn’t want to see her son’s dead body on the road. But she knew she had definitely lost him.

When Emilia got to the road, she just stood there helplessly looking all around. It was painful to watch. Emilia felt as if a sharp, hot sword had just amatör porno pierced through her heart. Her body trembled terribly and she fell to her knees with her eyes right on the road. It was all over.

“No!” She cried, slowly moving closer. “Antonio…”

The people came running and found Emilia kneeling helplessly on the road, crying like a little child. Her husband quickly rushed to her and he definitely didn’t have strength too. He looked on the road and he couldn’t see a thing, not even his son’s body. His strength immediately left him and he fell to the ground and started weeping for his son.

The people that were watching were definitely surprised with what they saw. They wondered what could have made a man like Harvey and his wife cry like that. It was really painful to see.

“Hey!” One of them asked. “What’s going on? Why are the two of you crying?”

Harvey raised his face and looked at the people. He shook his head pitifully and cried softly. He didn’t even have the strength to hold or comfort his wife. His precious little boy was gone and it was the most painful thing he had ever experienced.

Meanwhile, Emilia just cried with her eyes right where she had seen her little boy. The pain she felt at that time was nothing like she had ever experienced before. She had been holding her little boy just a moment back and now he was gone. It was painful.

She kept on crying and crying as more strength left her. Then suddenly, Emilia gave a piercing cry that scared everyone that was there watching. She furiously got up and started rushing to the temple. She was running as fast as her legs could carry her.

When her husband saw her running, he got up and started running after her. He knew just how much she loved Antonio and he also knew his wife. He didn’t wanna lose her at all because he knew she could do something stupid because of what had happened.

But contrary to what Harvey was thinking, Emilia rushed back to the temple and when she reached there, she stood right in front of the statue and just looked at it as more tears flowed. She clenched as fists as more tears poured down her face. Her husband and the people arrived at the temple and stood behind her.

“For years…” Emilia said in a voice filled with nothing but pain. “…for so many years I have remained devoted to you. I have put you first in my life and I have always praised you.”

Emilia’s eyes were completely swollen. Her voice trembled and at that moment she had no idea if what she was feeling was pain or something worse than that.

“One thing that I have kept on asking you is to make my family happy…” She raised her voice, screaming with her entire strength. “…I have kept on asking you to let my children live for long. I thought that you had granted my wish but guess I was wrong.” She wailed. Tears were now going down her neck. “My little boy is gone now and you just watched without…” She sobbed uncontrollably. “…without even doing anything. Why didn’t you save him?” She shouted at the statue. “Why did you let my son die like that?”

Harvey knew his wife had definitely gone insane. He slowly walked to her, trying to hold her. But she pushed him back and just continued with what she was doing. He was definitely surprised and he couldn’t even comfort her.

“Why did you take him away from me?” She groaned, feeling as if she was running out of breath. “And if you had to take someone why didn’t you take me? Why my son?” She screamed. “Is this the price I have to pay for being devoted to you for so many years? Why?”

Emilia got closer to the statue, slowly nodding her head. She needed answers. “Answer me!” She yelled, suddenly feeling a terrible headache. “Answer me right now because I need to know what sin I have committed that I had to pay such a heavy price.”

But the statue didn’t even move. It just stood there with its palm open as if it was blessing her but that was a lie. Standing in that temple added nothing but more pain to Emilia.

“Answer me…”

She felt really weak and she couldn’t stand it anymore. She fell to the ground and started sobbing uncontrollably, still begging the almighty to bring her son back. That was when the people realized why she was acting the way she was. She had lost her child and the mothers completely understood her. She was such a devoted woman and it was just normal for her to act the way she was.

“Bring back my son!” She cried as she lay on the floor. “Take my life instead and bring him back.”

Harvey couldn’t stand seeing his wife in such terrible pains. He slowly knelt down in front of her and wrapped his arms around her. This time, she was really weak that she couldn’t even move. She just cried out in pain and begged the almighty to bring her son back.

“I am ready to do anything.” She sobbed uncontrollably. “Just bring him back.”

But nothing was happening.

“I have been nothing but faithful to you and… and you have animasyon porno just taken part of my joy away.” She was getting weaker. “If you truly exist then bring back my son and take my life instead. I am begging you.”

But still, nothing was happening. The almighty was quiet and that was the moment that Emilia knew that the almighty had let her down. She had been wasting her time the past years she had been devoted and He in turn decided to punish her. It was painful.

The husband and wife continued crying right there. Emilia buried her head in her husband’s chest and cried weakly. She was remembering her son, her lovely boy. She could still remember his cute little face, his gorgeous smile and his little voice. She just couldn’t forget about that and she still couldn’t believe her little boy was gone.

“Mommy…”

Suddenly, Emilia heard her little boy’s voice and it just added to her pain. She buried her face in her husband’s chest and cried even more. Hearing his voice in her head was really painful. She could still hear his cute voice.

“Antonio!” She wailed.

“Mommy…”

Suddenly, Emilia stopped crying and slowly moved her head. She looked at her husband in shock and he looked back at her with the same expression.

“Mommy…”

Emilia felt as if a strong wind had just blown on her face. She got scared and her heart started pounding deep in her chest. Her breath stopped for a second and she slowly moved her head to see where that little voice was coming from.

Just when she turned, she got the shock of her life. Her eyes widened and she felt as if she was dreaming. She froze for a second and held her breath, trying to see if what she was seeing was real or just her own imagination.

Emilia looked at her husband and it was clear they were both shocked.

“Mommy…”

But it was all real. Antonio was standing just a distance away from them and there was a woman that was holding him. He looked a little dirty but other than that, he was right there in front of them, staring at the both of them with tears in his eyes.

“Son!” Harvey quickly got up. He couldn’t mask the surprise in his voice.

The woman that was holding Antonio let go of his little hand and he rushed to his parents. Both of them opened their arms and he ran into them. When Emilia held her son at that moment, she couldn’t believe it was him. But she was holding him, flesh and blood. Her little boy was still alive and she was really happy.

“My son…” She sobbed, holding him tighter. “…you are still alive. You’ve come back to me.”

Emilia and her husband embraced their son, kissing him like a billion times and just cried out of joy. The almighty had just granted her another request. Her son was still alive. He had brought their son back to them and Emilia was thankful for that. Even everyone that watched the beautiful scene were pretty happy.

Meanwhile, the woman that had saved the little boy’s son felt happy and emotional at the same time when she saw just how much love the parents of the boy showed him. She was happy she had saved his life and she thanked God she had been nearby at that time to save him. She had barely escaped that truck but she was glad she had saved the boy.

“Thank God I have saved his life.” She smiled brightly, taking a deep breath. “I am happy seeing another mother really happy.”

The woman slowly moved her hands to her tummy and slowly rubbed on it. She smiled even brighter when she felt the baby kicking. She was pregnant and just seeing the way other parents showed love to their children made her extremely happy. She couldn’t wait to hold her baby and show him as much love as she could.

The woman bowed to the idol and slowly turned, heading towards the exit of the temple.

Emilia who was busy hugging her son moved her eyes and saw the woman she had seen with her son going away. She kissed her son, slowly let go of him and started rushing towards the woman. She needed to thank her for what she had done.

“Wait!” Emilia shouted.

The woman stopped quickly and turned when she heard someone telling her to stop. She quickly turned to see Emilia rushing to her. A bright smile appeared on her face. She knew Emilia and her family but not personally. She had heard a lot about them and also read about them so she knew who Emilia was.

“Yes… ma’am.”

“Just wait a minute.” Emilia rushed to her, slowly rubbing her tears. She went and stood in front of her, just staring at her. “You are the woman I saw with my son and…”

“Yes!” The woman smiled brightly. “I am the woman who had actually saved your son.”

“Oh my God,” Emilia covered her mouth as she felt emotional again. “I thought I had lost my son and…”

“It’s really fine, ma’am.” She grinned. “I did what I did because I just couldn’t watch as a little boy…” She paused and then took a deep breath. “…anyway,” She smiled. “…just forget about it ma’am.”

Emilia moved closer to the woman and just stared at her, the woman that had just saved her son’s life. She was a really beautiful woman, her son’s savior. She had deep blue eyes, long blonde hair and her skin was just lovely. From the way she was looking, Emilia knew that she was just a middle class woman but she didn’t care.

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A really amazing thing happened to me a few weeks ago. I had been feeling really fed-up and stressed out at work, so my darling husband booked me a surprise trip to a health spa as a special treat. I phoned ahead and booked myself into a few workout classes, a few beauty treatments, and to round it all off, a massage to get rid of all the knots in my neck and shoulders.

The big day dawned and I set off with my little overnight bag feeling really pleased to be escaping for 48 hours. I arrived at the Spa and checked-in and went through the registration procedure. I was then given my super luxury towels and bathrobe and shown to my room. My husband had booked me a single room because he thought I would enjoy the privacy – little did he know!

I got dressed and set off for my first class – a really hard aerobics session which nearly killed me, but when I came out I was really buzzing. I felt a little bit of an old bag, though, with all these skinny, gorgeous women floating about, but I didn’t care too much.

I then went and had a shower and went for my first treatment, which was a really relaxing facial. I then had a light lunch and read loads of magazines and then went for my second workout, which was a jazz dance class – brilliant!

I then went along for my manicure and pedicure and finally, the bit I was most looking forward to – my head to toe massage. I waited outside the treatment room until my masseuse called me in. She told me her name was Sam and she asked me what sort of massage I wanted – firm or soft – did I have any particular problem spots and general questions about my health.

She was quite small and had a very petite figure under her white dress and I remember hoping she would be able to be forceful enough in ridding me of my knots. I also remember thinking about my big fantasy, which is to get seduced by the therapist when I am having a massage, and thinking if it was ever going to happen she would be my ideal choice. She had lovely short dark hair really piercing porno indir dark brown eyes. But then I told myself to be sensible and just enjoy it.

Sam stated at my feet and worked her way up my legs – she was really good and I could feel myself relaxing. She had asked me if I wanted her to talk or just be quiet and I chose the latter – I can’t stand all the inane chat. Sam was using relaxing, essential oils and I was soon drifting in and out of sleep – bliss!

When she had finished my legs she started rubbing my back and bum and I was feeling really aroused at the feel of her silky hands and my fantasies started drifting back. She was working around the top of my thighs and her hands were delving down the insides of my legs as she manipulated my flesh. Once or twice the side of her finger grazed my fanny. The touch was so subtle I assumed it was a mistake, but one I secretly hoped she’d repeat. A moment later she did it again a bit more firmly, then again and again. The third probing was very definite and I am sure her finger pushed between my labia slightly.

I was definitely excited by now and my heart was thumping so hard she must have been able to hear it. She rubbed her fingers all along my fanny ad then stuck a finger up inside me again and I just exploded with my biggest orgasm ever – and mine are pretty amazing anyway. She turned me over and came up and gave me the most wonderful long lingering kiss with her gorgeous soft lips. I was shaking like a leaf, but really disappointed when she said my time was up and her next client was waiting. She asked me for my room number and said she would come up in about one hour and that she could stay for a couple of hours but then had to be home or her husband would be worried about her.

I went along and told the girl at reception I wouldn’t be coming down for dinner because I wasn’t feeling well, so I knew no-one would disturb me. I went to my room and ran myself a bath and had a drink of wine to try rokettube and settle my nerves. I didn’t know whether to dress or stay in my bath robe, but in the end I put on my bra and knickers with the bathrobe on top.

Exactly at the time she said she would be coming the door rapped and there she was. She asked me if she could freshen up and off she went leaving me nearly sick with nerves – I was also feeling just a little bit guilty about my husband – was this cheating on him? I think I knew he wouldn’t think so. Sam came out in just her bra and pants and she was absolutely gorgeous – smallish boobs, flat stomach and a brilliant tattoo on her tummy – very sexy.

She had a glass of wine too and explained that she was bi and made passes at selected clients whom she fancied. She also told me that she thought I was very attractive and gave a definite vibe that I was ‘up for it.’ Her husband was fully aware of what she did and actually encouraged her – as long as he got to hear about it.

She asked about my life and I told her about my husband, my children and the fact that I had never done this sort of thing before. But I did say that what had happened earlier was one of my biggest fantasies. ‘I new it!’ she declared. She promised me she would show me what to do and I should just enjoy it.

She took the wine glass off me and gave me another of the soft kisses while she pulled me up and led me to the bed. Her kisses were very gentle at first, but then probing with her tongue and becoming more passionate. She kissed all around my neck and then undid my bra and let out my boobs – my nipples were so hard and erect. She licked and sucked them until I thought I was going to explode with desire. I really wanted to feel another woman’s boobs in my mouth so I undid her bra and took her hard nipples in my mouth, licking and caressing them as my husband does to me. She gave a little moan of pleasure and it was good to see the effect I was having on her.

We rubbed seks filmi our boobs together, which was brilliant and then she started to kiss my stomach and run her fingers all over me. She licked my fanny through my knickers and that did it for me – I had another orgasm and she hadn’t actually done anything. She then pushed my knickers aside and began licking me and sticking her tongue inside me, she stuck her finger in as well and pumped it in and out, gradually adding two more fingers and giving me the finger fuck of my life. Then when she put her finger up my ass I screamed out loud, so she quickly stuffed a pillow over my mouth to keep me quiet.

Now I was desperate for a taste of her warm cunt and I knew she wanted me to lick her out. I told her I didn’t really know how to do it so she told me to just do to her what I liked. First of all I kissed her really passionately – our tongues were really deeply probing and the taste of my fanny juice on her lips was wonderful.

I then slowly took her knickers down and exposed her fully shaven fanny, all glistening with excitement. I ran my fingers along her slit and then stuck two fingers in. The feeling was incredible. I sucked my fingers to get an idea of the taste to come – I had always worried that I wouldn’t like it – no problems there. It tasted fantastic, all musky and I knew I was going to have to get my face down into it. So I ran my tongue all along the length of her crack and then up to her exposed clit and had only touched her when she started bucking her hips as her first orgasm shot through her – I then stuck my tongue in her lovely fanny and licked and licked for all I was worth. After a few moments she groaned aloud and I could see and feel, from the spasms in her pussy, that she was now having a really big cum. I thought ‘Hooray, I made a girl cum!’

I then crawled up her body and gave her a taste of her juices. We then moved into a position where we could grind our fannies together and the feel of her bare cunt against mine just blew me away. Eventually we both collapsed exhausted from multiple orgasms. About ten minutes later Sam got up and said she would have to go but would like to see me again if she could. I explained that I had a little proposition for her and she agreed to meet me next week…

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Hey All, continuing my series based on my early 20’s… Thought I’d get it all written out before I hit my 30’s. 😉 Most of the chronicles I’ll be releasing are based on real-life experience as I explored my sexual urges with other men. Again, feedback on writing is enjoyed! I love some constructive criticism.

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Craigslist Chronicles: Mr. G

What can I say… Some of the keywords I’ve been using include; midnight, late, watch, chill, and hang out. It seems a lot of people on here want to hook up right while I’m at work. It seems my work breaks have become my dedicated casual encounter search time. Over the past few months, I’ve come to learn most of the CL talk and acronyms. It’s like a whole other language of blunt speech.

bi guy, horny as fuck! -29-

Bi guy here, looking to get blown. Maybe more. Maybe watch some Futurama then see where it goes? Hit me up. 28, 6′, 180, 7″ cut. Ddf. ub2. Looking for tonight, anytime after midnight.

Sitting in the break room at work with still a few hours on my shift ago, I thought I’d shoot this guy a message. It’s been a few days since Alex and I hooked up, I was craving more. Alex and I continued to text regularly, but his schedule has been pretty hectic. Ever since I first hooked up with Alex, I couldn’t help but notice a feeling of fullness returning to me periodically. Like a ghost cock, stretching my anus pushing deep into me. Sure enough, I did a bit of research online, and that’s what people actually call it. Ghost Cock. Some people, both men and women, experience it for a few weeks after their first time doing anal.

It was driving me crazy. It felt fantastic. Every time I started to feel it, I couldn’t help but image Alex thrusting into me. As the feeling faded, it left behind an urge for more. About an hour later, I finally got a reply from him. Attached to his email was also a pic of his cock. As soon as I saw it, the feeling of fullness hit me yet again like a freight train. It looked pretty similar to Alex’s, but it was a tad bit thicker, and he sported some bright red pubes. Just gazing at it made my cock stir.

After some back and forth, he wanted to meet at his place, but we’d have to be quiet since he has quite a few roommates. He wanted to sneak me into his room. “God I need to get my own place” I thought Casibom to myself.

At 29, he was almost a decade older than me… When I first started this escapade, I wanted to keep it around my age, but in the heat of the moment and growing hornyness within me, I thought I’d go for it. When he sent me his address, I quickly looked it up on my phone. Thankfully he was only a few miles away. Letting him know I’d be there around 12:30, I continued the rest of my shift horny as hell.

Starting to plan ahead, I began bringing a change of clothes with me to work for just an occasion like this. When my shift ended, I quickly made my way to the locker room and threw on some sweatpants and a hoodie, I figured I’d leave my boxers off. One less thing to take off…

As I parked my car down the street from his house, I shot him an email saying I was here. Patiently waiting in my car, a few minutes later I saw him walking towards me wearing a tight wife beater and grey sweatpants. He looked pretty damn fit, had short red hair with a matching short red beard.

We exchanged a quick hello, and he promptly and quietly leads me around the house to the back entrance. As we entered the house, he moved his pointer finger up to his lips gesturing to be quiet. We unnoticeably walked past a few of his roommate’s gaming in the living room as he guided me towards his room.

We sat down on his bed, and he flipped on the TV to start an episode of Futurama. He didn’t talk much; we were rather quiet. It was odd. As the show went on, I slowly started to move my hands towards his bulge, rubbing it ever so slightly. As it began to stiffen, I slowly guided my hand under his waistband, grasping his cock in my hand, slowly stroking him. The only feedback I received from his was a swelling cock.

As the show ended, without saying another word, he got up off the bed and pulled down his sweatpants revealing his semi-erect cock stretching down towards the floor in between two low hanging egg sized balls. His neatly trimmed red pubes traveled up towards his abs. After a few seconds of staring, I licked my lips as I moved towards his cock. As I moved towards him, he laid back down on the bed next to me. Taking the head of his cock into my mouth, one hand reached towards the base of his cock while the other caressing Casibom Giriş his warm sack. Slowly bobbing on his cock, he steadily grew while he reached for his keyboard on his nightstand. He continued to type, then what seemed to be a porno started playing on the TV. Sounds of an overly pleasured woman begun to fill the room softly. A suttle slapping sound was incorporated as the guy’s cock continued to ram harder into her pussy.

“Hope you don’t mind,” he commented as his cock steadily hardened.

His cock was quite a bit different than Alex’s. I don’t know how to describe it, but he was literally rock hard with far more veins protruding from his shaft. The head of his cock was quite rounded, fading into the shaft resembling a torpedo with a blunt tip.

As I changed my position on the bed, he slowly began to pull my sweatpants down revealing my flaccid cock. After a few more minutes of his cock exploring my mouth, without saying a word, he sat up and moved off the bed and reached for a condom and lube out of his dresser. Gesturing me to stand up at the end of his bed, he began putting the condom on, eyes still fixated on the TV. As I stood at the end of his bed, he twirled me around and pushed me towards the middle of the bed positioning my legs on the floor, so my ass was in the air. WIth my arms resting on his flannel sheets, I anxiously awaited what was about to unfold.

Looking behind me, his eyes were still glued to the TV as he lubed his cock up. I looked back down towards the head of the bed and tightly gripped his sheets with my hands as I felt the head of his cock align with my hole. With the head of his cock being rather blunt, there was no easing in. With a sharp pain, my ass began to stretch to accommodate his penetrating member. The sensation was entirely different than the last cock that entered me. His cock was as rigid as compressed rubber. Grasping the sheets more firmly to alleviate the pain, my anus begins to stretch to accommodate him, as if I was taking a cucumber up the ass. Pain and pleasure flooded through me, not knowing where his head ended and shaft began.

Once he was about halfway into me, he began these perfectly timed rhythmic thrusts. Going deeper and deeper with each push while still keeping on beat like a metronome. His balls slapped Casibom Güncel Giriş against my ass like clockwork. The fullness I felt within me was beyond capacity as I felt his pelvis ram into my ass.

As soon as he bottomed out, his rhythm dramatically changed. Quickly withdrawing his cock until just his head remained, slamming his entire length into me, pausing, then quickly withdrawing himself again. It was the perfect rhythm.

“Oh, Fuuuuuck.” I moaned as I grasped the sheets harder.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5…

On 1, he would withdraw, on 2, 3, he would thrust into me, on 4 and 5 he would keep himself deep within me. Repeating this process over and over. It was rhythmic clockwork of ecstasy. His motions went on perfectly uninterrupted for what felt like an hour.

Then, like a change in sudden tempo, he changed his rhythm. A more fast pace 1, 2, 3, 4 was applied. The controlled steady 2, 3 turned into a more forceful 2. Removing 3 from the equation entirely. Burying my face into the bed, I couldn’t help but began loudly moan and grasp the sheets tighter as the palm of his hand firmly gripped my tailbone.

As he thrusted, his grip on me grew stronger and stronger. Starting to trust upward, I began standing on my toes. Rubbing my inner walls with a controlled force. God was he hard. He felt like the bottom of a glass coke bottle plowing into me.

The slap of skin coming from the TV mimicked the slap I was feeling. His balls, slamming into my taint. Faintly hearing the screams of the busty chick telling the man she was cumming, so did the cock that was deep within me. With one final thrust, he plowed deeper than ever before. Moving his hands to my side, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his cock spasm as warmth spread deep inside me as he filled the condom like a balloon.

With his cock still plunged deep, he began to gyrate his cock in a circular motion, causing me to let out another moan as it stretched my hole further. After a few moments, he slowly exited me. As he removed his condom, he picked up my sweats off the floor and tossed them next to me. Slowly lowering my ass, I began to loosen the tight grip I had on the sheets and reached for my sweats.

Just as quiet as he lead me into his house, he began leading me out. As he started walking towards my car, he softly said, “We’ll have to do that again sometime. Thanks for that.”

I smiled, “Anytime” I replied.

With that, he made his way back towards his house. I never got his name, just the handle on his email… Mr. G.

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Kam left Taylor out tied to the tree. He got a cup of coffee and sat watching the defeated jock. Taylor finally stirred and looked morose, barely lifting his head except a few longing glances to the cabin. Taylor’s shoulders were slumped. Kam watched from a vantage point that prevented Taylor from seeing Kam’s observation. Kam kept an eye out through a long cup of coffee. Taylor had been out there for a while, and was no longer fighting, just taking it. Time for the next thing.

Kam made a new cup, put it on the counter and went out to Taylor. Kam took Taylor’s chin in his hand, squeezed, and forced Taylor to look his Master in the eye. “Are you ready to do as you are told?”

Tayor’s eyes were dead. “Yes, Master.” The vanquished boy said flatly.

“Remember that slave.” Kam efficiently removed Taylor’s bounds, grabbed his slave’s leash and lead him back into the cabin. Getting his coffee cup as they passed it, Kam went to sit in a chair by the fireplace. “Kneel.”

“Yes, Master.” Taylor fell to his knees like a sack of potatoes.

“Hold this.” Kam handed the cup to Taylor and picked up a book, beginning to read. Leaving Taylor to wait, Kam enjoyed reading. Every so often Kam would take the cup for a sip of coffee. When the cup was empty, Kam snapped his fingers at Taylor who went to get his Master a new cup, returning to kneel in place.

Kam looked at Taylor from the corner of his eye. Taylor was very well built. Rounded shoulders, flat but stacked pecs, good abs. Not a solid V, but a little more solid, leading to what was a perky butt. The Asian heritage showed in the face and mass of black hair, now ratty from what he had been through. Taylor was naturally mostly hairless, a sparse treasure trail leading to thickish pubes. And Kam owned it all.

Kam finished his coffee and ordered Taylor to straighten the place up and pack everything. Once the slave had Kam ordered him to the car. “I’m being nice and not putting the vibrator in your ass. You had better not make me regret it, or I’ll tie you naked to a flagpole.”

“Yes Master, I’ll be good.” Taylor said. They drove back in silence. Arriving close to civilization

Kam let Taylor put shorts on. At Taylor’s dorm Kam went up to the room with his slave.

Once in the room Kam ordered “Strip, and log in so I can see your grades.”

Taylor shot a quick look at Kam before replying “Yes, Master.” Once on the grade website, Kam moved Taylor aside and went over what was reported there.

“You should be getting better grades. I’m going to arrange a tutor for you.” Kam got up and left, leaving Taylor naked and defeated in his own room.

Later that day, Taylor got a text ordering him to a certain dorm room at 4 PM for tutoring. Taylor had shaken himself out of a lot of his surrender, and hit his fist against a wall. Realizing after impact how stupid and painful that was.

Taylor spent the next several hours moping in his room. When the time came, he headed out to his tutoring session. On his way, Kam sent a text [Do everything he tells you. Everything]. Taylor knew this was going to be bad. He gripped his stomach in horrid anticipation. Taylor couldn’t tell the difference between the dread and a stomach arap porno ache.

Taylor knocked on the door, which was opened by a geeky looking man. “You must be Taylor, come in. Got your books?”

“Yeah, right here.” Taylor showed the books he had carried under his arms.

“I’m Greg.” Greg closed the door. “Get your clothes off.”

Taylor froze. He looked down at the floor and then up towards the top of the window. Conflicting thoughts running through his head. Greg had to have Kam’s permission to be ordering him to strip, but this was some stranger, a geek. Even the thought was embarrassing. It was so hard submitting to Kam, and that got worse when Taylor found out Kam was fucking Pam. He couldn’t do it. Taylor couldn’t strip and do fuck knows what else.

“No. I can’t do this. I’m leaving.” Taylor headed out the door and started down the hall. Taylor got a text with Kam’s notification ping [You’re going to be punished. It will be much worse if you don’t get back there, get naked, on your knees and beg his forgiveness]. Taylor froze, staring at his phone. Greg must have texted Kam. Punishment. What Kam did to him was rough enough, what would punishment look like? Ice formed in Taylor’s gut. He had to go back and humble himself.

Taylor stood there, his mind conflicted. It would be so much worse if he didn’t go back. Kam was mad now, he’d be furious if Taylor didn’t return to Greg. Kam had been so tough on him, fucking and humiliting him. It would get so much worse. Kam mad, really mad and ready to take it out on him. The only thing he could do is go back and strip for Greg. Hope that returning would take the brunt of the fury off. Taylor’s feet wouldn’t move. He tried, he tried to get them to move, but they wouldn’t. He had to turn around. None of the weights he ever lifted felt as heavy as getting one foot to move. It was excruciating only turning around. He did it, now he had to go to the door. Now he had to return and humble himself for whatever this pervert wanted to do to him. Each step hurt. So much. Not only the heaviness, the knowledge of what he had to do.

Taylor dragged himself to Greg’s door and knocked again, this time it opened at once. Defeated, Taylor walked in past a silent Greg, heard the door close, and put his books on the desk. Taylor gave a deep sigh and pulled his shirt off, dropping it to the floor. He reached for his belt as he kicked his shoes off. Taking another deep breath, he pushed down his shorts and jeans. Damn, he was hard again. How was he hard? He hated this, hated having to strip for this geek, and what he was going to have to do next. The pants made it to the floor. Steeling himself, Taylor turned around to see Greg smirking. Taylor took the couple of steps towards Greg, his dick bouncing with the movement. Slowly, Taylor sank to his knees. With a raspy voice Taylor said “Please forgive me for walking away. I’m sorry. Forgive me please. I’ll do whatever you want. Please forgive me.”

Greg’s eyes were stern, he wasn’t buying it. But there was a glimmer of evil pleasure. “You suck at begging. No wonder your grades are so bad. We’ll start with Algebra. I’m surprised you’re not in remedial math. Sit on the bed and keep bedava porno your legs open.”

“Yes Sir.” Taylor got on the bed, legs wide, showing off his short but hard cock. Greg pulled out the book and began to question Taylor where his trouble was. Realizing it was more fundamental than the recent lessons, Greg sighed and hit the basics. Taylor was embarrassed and confused, trying to follow. Greg was actually a good tutor, however Taylor’s naked and erect state not only distracted the jock, but Greg was excited to have Taylor so exposed.

“Fine, let’s try this.” Greg said expirated, and grabbed Taylor’s balls. “Get something wrong, and I’ll squeeze them hard. Get it right and I’ll only feel them a bit.” Greg gently rolled the balls in his hand. Then squeezed. Taylor gasped. “That’s not full strength. I won’t be easy on you.”

“Yes Sir.” Taylor replied nervously.

Greg asked questions and viciously squeezed Taylor’s balls every time he got an answer wrong or Greg decided he took too long to answer. Taylor started to realize he needed to concentrate after Greg proved to have some significant hand strength and if he wanted to keep his balls from really hurting, he needed to get the answers out.

“Please don’t, I know this. Please don’t hurt my balls.” Taylor wracked his brain struggling for the answer and spat it out just as Greg’s hand began to tighten.

“Good job.” Greg pulled his hand away and showed it to Taylor. “Keep it up and I won’t have to leave my hand here.” Greg grabbed Taylor’s balls again and started the lesson back up. Taylor did his best, hoping to spare his gonads as much as possible.

The tutoring session lasted almost two hours. Taylor showed marked improvement, and his dick never went down. Greg’s hand came off Taylor’s balls and tussled his hair. “You did good boy. Now I need a blow job.”

“Yes Sir.” Taylor had expected that, but didn’t want to do it. Not that he had a choice. He was already due for punishment, and not sucking Greg would make it worse. Taylor slipped down on the floor. Greg stood up and took his long sleeve shirt off, revealing a better body than Taylor had suspected. He wasn’t jacked, but was in decent shape. Removing his pants revealed a cock that his smaller frame made look bigger than it really was. Taylor shuffled forward, opening his mouth.

Greg’s dick slid deep into Taylor’s throat with a moaning sigh. Greg slowly pumped in and out getting his dick wet. Sinking all the way in, Greg said “Best tutoring fee I ever earned. You’ll be paying this way a lot.”

Taylor certainly didn’t want to hear that, and wanted to hear it less with a cock in his mouth. But he had no choice. Kam would loan him out and let men use him, and Kam would laugh at him for having to suck off these guys.

“Deeper you stupid jock.” Greg grabbed Taylor’s head and shoved it deeper on the prick that had grown longer than Taylor expected. Taylor choked, eliciting a chuckle from the geek standing over him. “More fucker.” Greg slammed faster into Taylor’s throat, forcing phlegm up and Taylor realized his breathing was threatened. Greg moved his hands to Taylor’s ears and used them as handles to set a brutal pace raping cüce porno Taylor’s throat. Spit and phlegm flowed out as Taylor struggled for any air he could.

Greg moved his pelvis so the angles changed some, always keeping the speed. Taylor though his ears were going to be ripped off and discovered he had to relax his upper body so that he wasn’t resisting.

“Your throat can’t handle my big dick. You’re not so tough, on your knees getting face slammed by me. Dumb bitch.” Greg’s words shamed Taylor as they were true. He couldn’t handle the dick. It wasn’t as sizable as Kam’s, but the viciousness made it impossible. Taylor wasn’t sucking now, he was just a hole for Greg to use.

Greg pulled Taylor all the way down and moved his hands to the back of Taylor’s head holding it in place. Cum gushed out of Greg’s dick as satisfied moans escaped his lips. The last spurts made, Greg did a couple of quick pulls forward of Tayor’s head like he was milking the last bit out before releasing.

Taylor crumpled, gasping for air as Greg fell on his bed. “Get dressed and get out now jock bitch.”

“Yes Sir.” Taylor reached for his clothes as he heard the snap of a photo. Looking, Greg had taken a picture and was grinning at him, flipping the phone around to show Taylor. Red flushed Taylor’s face. Now Greg had this over him. Taylor knew he looked like he was the one who was fucked, no protests that it was some candid shot would work. No one would ever believe it was anything but Taylor the bitch. Running the back of his hand over his mouth to wipe the crap off it was like a physical blow.

Taylor got his clothes on, grabbed his books and shot out the door. Part of the way down the stairs Taylor sat on a step, staring down. That was a second dick in him. And someone else who knew. First Pam, now Greg.

A couple guys came up the stairs, talking to each other, they flowed around Taylor with glances of coursitity, but said nothing to him. Taylor felt like he was naked before these random strangers, that they could see a replay of what he had done. They had to be able to tell. Taylor shivered as he heard them open and go through the heavy metal door in the floor above. Sure they were breaking out in laughter at his predicament. The echo of the slamming door shot through him like a new wave of shame. His life was over. He’d be on his knees forever for any dude Kam wanted.

He had to get out of here. What if Greg came down and wanted another round? Fear motivated Taylor as he picked up his books and started down, his foot slipping and having to grab the handrail for support. Rushing out of the ground floor door, Taylor nearly knocked over a guy but didn’t look back, and half ran to get out of the building.

Sprinting in the direction of his room, a short honk grabbed his attention.. Kam’s car was there, Kam in it pointing to the passenger side. Taylor’s shoulders slumped as he halted his run and slowly turned, trudging to the car. Taylor slid in, put his books in the footwell and started at them. Without a sound Kam got in gear and drove. Arriving at Kam’s off-campus building, Taylor obeyed a snap of Kam’s fingers to follow his owner. Once in the apartment, Kam pointed to a spot in front of his chair. “Strip, hands and knees.” In a soft but firm voice, then exited to the kitchen.

Taylor quickly stripped, hearing the refrigerator door open and close. He was kneeling in place when Kam returned holding a beer bottle, sat on his chair, and put his feet on his slave’s back.

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