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Chapter 1

The normally pretty, teenaged face of Janet Kline was not very nice to look at as she tore open the door to her home. It was a mask of betrayal and hatred. She slammed the door, rattling the windows. She leaned against it catching her breath. Her breasts rising and falling in the frilly white blouse she wore. She turned, threw her school books on the hall table and ran up the stairs toward her room, two steps at a time. Her short, mini skirt flying, giving glimpses of her athletic young legs and white panties.

As she reached her room, her stepmother, Kelly came out of the master bedroom to see what the noise was. When she saw Janet she said, “Jan, that’s no way to act, slamming doors… You might break something.”

Janet stopped, glaring at her, her dazzling blue eyes were flashing. She said violently, “Shut up Bitch! You’re not my mother… just stay out of my way.” She turned and entered her room and slammed the door.

Silence! Kelly was shocked… stunned… crushed!

Later…

Janet entered the dimly lit room through the partially open door. She could see Kelly, face down on the bed, her shoulders twitching as she sobbed. Jan started crying too as she realized what her harsh words had done to her stepmother.

Jan approached the bed and extended her hand and gently stroked the shaking shoulder while saying, softly, “I… I’m sorry, Kelly… I didn’t mean…”

Kelly stopped crying and wiped her eyes. Then rolled onto her back, with her arm over her eyes. “It’s ok Janet, I should have kept my mouth shut! Who am I to tell you what to do.”

“No, no… oh Kelly… I’m so damned stupid… I was just so damned mad… I lashed out without even thinking… I’m so sorry… Please forgive me… Please…”, She was crying quite hard by now.

Kelly, looked up at the teenager and her heart went out to her. She immediately sat up, reaching to the bedside table for the box of tissues there. Grabbing some, she urged the girl down beside her on the bed, and started drying the flood of tears welling from her eyes. She hugged her and pulled her head to hers and started soothing her, stroking her hair, crooning to her. “Hush, hush, honey. It’s alright. It’s fine. Ok. Ok.” She started rocking her from side to side, hugging her, quieting her. “It’s all over. Hush baby.”

Kelly kept dabbing Janet’s eyes and then her own and then started laughing because they were both trying to talk at the same time. Finally, Janet took some tissues and blew her nose and breathed deeply, looking at Kelly who was doing the same.

“God, I feel so dumb, Kelly. You are the best thing that has happened to me since Mom…”, Jan cried.

“Honey, I know it’s been rough, losing your mom, having no one to talk to for so long, and then having your dad marry a woman who is more your age than his, who tries to give you advice that you don’t want.”

“No… I’m sorry for the things I said and… oh… really… Can I explain?”, Janet said.

“Sure, Jan, I’ll be glad to listen, any time about any thing”, Kelley said, dabbing at her nose again.

“Well, I was with this boy, well… this creep I used to like. In his car, after school, well… we were kissing and… you know… just… fooling around and things were getting… you know. Well, Bobby, that’s his name, Bobby, well… he started…. uh… feeling my breasts… and… oh God”.

Kelly hugged Jan again and said, “Go on, Honey, I know, I’ve been there too.”

Janet continued, “Well, that wasn’t so bad… Was it?… I didn’t do any…” At Kelly’s nod she went on, “He took my hand and… put it… on hi… He put my hand on his penis” she finished in a rush.

“Wow”, was all Kelly could think of to say.

“Oh yeah… and that wasn’t all… he asked me to take it out and… and… he called it… ‘jack off’… he wanted me to… jack him off… Ohhh… I’ve never done that… never touched a… When I jerked back and told him NO, he screamed at me, and called me a…. ‘cock teasing bitch’, and a ‘dumb cunt’. He said I was just a stupid kid and told me he was going to find a girl who *would* do what he wanted… I was so… so… hurt that I ran all the way home…. By the time I got here I was so damned angry at him… the world… and then… you… I didn’t really mean to call you those names and… you know… God…”

Kelly blew out her breath… “Damn, I see why you were upset. Well, at least now you know what can happen with some guys, but remember there are a lot of nice guys out there too.”

Pulling her to her feet she stroked Jan’s short, Onwin blonde hair with both hands and cupped her sweet, elfin face, wiping away an errant tear with her thumb. She said with a smile, “Don’t worry Darling, you deserve better than that jerk. As far as what you said to me… all’s forgiven, we’ll chalk it up to temporary insanity. Now go wash your face and lie down for a while… chill out, I’ve got to pull myself together too and figure out what to fix for dinner… Ok?… Go, honey”

She turned Jan around and gave her a light pat on the butt to get her to go. Jan spun around and hugged Kelly and gave her a kiss on the cheek. A first.

“Ok Kelly and… thanks”, she smiled, and walked lightly out of the room as only a teenager can.

“Damn,” Kelly thought. She had been worried that she had lost the little ground she had gained since she had married Dave, Janet’s father, 5 months ago. She had been so happy when Janet had finally started talking to her as though she were a friend. She knew it must have been traumatic to Jan, losing her mom when she was just 7. Being raised by a man…. they know nothing of what knowledge young girls need! 11 years later having her father bring Kelly home and tell the girl that they were going to marry. It must have been especially trying since the new bride was only 29, just 11 years older than Janet. Jan’s father was 35.

Chapter 2

When Dave came home he told Kelly that he had to leave on a trip in about three hours and would be gone for almost a week. Well, Kelly took him, grinning, right into the bedroom to make sure that he remembered he was a married man while he was gone.

After dinner and after Dave had left, the house settled down to quiet.

Kelly thought she had better see if Jan was alright. After their happy parting in the bedroom earlier, she had acted a little withdrawn at supper, answering in mono-tones and excusing herself quickly after the meal and disappearing into her room.

She mounted the stairs and as she approached the door, she heard Jan’s frustrated cry “Ooohh… Damnnnn!”

Kelly tapped on the door and when no answer came she opened it and peeked inside. Janet was not in the room but she could hear water splashing in her bathroom and a low moaning. Fearing that Janet had fallen in the tub, Kelly opened the door and looked in.

Janet was in the tub, her beautiful face was creased in a frown, her left hand was squeezing her pert right breast, pinching the nipple while her right was holding a wash cloth wadded tightly against her mound, her hips rising and falling against it, making the splashing sounds. Her lithe young body was beautiful. Her budding breasts were just a nice hand full, her waist tapered down, past her tiny ‘inny’ belly button and then out to her flaring hips and long shapely legs which were now stiffened as if in agony. She was moaning and breathing hard.

Kelly gasped and clutched at her own, suddenly ‘wet,’ tingling mound. Janet must have heard her and opened her eyes. She saw her standing there and jumped. Kelly said, “Oh God, Jan… I’m sorry… I heard you and thought… Oh God…” She ran out of the room.

Oh, Shit… Kelly was really shaken. Talk about instant turn on. Wow! Seeing the 18 year old girl in the throes of sexual heat had really gotten to her… She thought that if she hadn’t just have had sex with Dave, she would have had to go finger herself to a wild climax. That was a wild scene in the bathroom. Shit, she might have to do it anyway. Kelly had always been aroused very easily which was why she and Dave had such a great sex life. He could make her get creamy just by looking at her in a certain way.

Later she took a shower (No, she didn’t. She had cooled down by then). Kelly, agonized over the events earlier and finally *had* to see if Janet was alright… again…

Dressed in shorty nightgown with matching panties, She went to Jan’s bedroom door, tapped lightly and said, in a low voice, “… Jan…” There was no answer so she repeated it.

Finally, she heard Janet reply in a strained voice, “Come in.”

She opened the door and peeked around it. Only her little bedside lamp was on. Janet was lying on top of the covers, on her side, in a loose fetal position, facing away from the door. There was a large ‘teddy bear’ laying on the other pillow. Janet had on her usual night wear, one of her father’s T-shirts and white cotton panties with little yellow flowers on them. They cupped her young butt pulling into the crease, separating the cheeks, deliciously.

Kelly said quietly, “I’m so sorry that I disturbed you… earlier… I wanted to see if you were OK… and then I heard noises and thought you might have fallen in the tub… When I saw… you… doing… well… I should have knocked. I’m really sorry that I… uh… interrupted you… in the bath.” When there was no response she started to close the door.

“Wait!” Janet said. “Please…”

Kelley saw she was trembling Onwin giriş and on the verge of crying so she came in and shut the door.

“What is it… What can I do, Honey?” She went to the bed and sat next to her and put her hand on her arm. Sitting up Janet threw her arms around her and cried into Kelly’s breast…

“Oh, Kelly, I’m so… I think I’m going crazy sometimes”… sob… sob, “I get these feelings… hot… like with Bob… Bob… Bobby and I don… don’t know what to do… do… about them.”

Kelly turned and laid Janet down. Jan turned on her side, facing away from Kelly sobbing her heart out. Kelly lay down behind her, put her left arm under Jan’s neck and around and held her right shoulder with her hand. She put her right hand on Jan’s stomach and hugged her from the back, ‘spoon’ fashion.

“What has happened, Honey, I thought things were all ok… was it my… seeing you… in your bath…”

Jan interrupted her saying, “No… no… well partly… I’m so ashamed… I can’t stand it.” She reached up and gripped Kellys forearm where it was under her chin and squeezed and started crying again and twisting her body.

Kelly started rocking her as before and rubbing her tummy, whispering in her ear again, and again…”It’s Ok, Jan… what ever is wrong we can fix it… Shhh… just relax and tell me what happened now, Hon…”

Janet quieted down and slowly quit sobbing and started breathing easier. She was silent so long that Kelly thought maybe she had gone to sleep. Kelly still rocked her and rubbed her belly.

Finally Janet started talking. In a soft voice. She told Kelly that awhile after her dad got home she was going to ask him something and went looking for him and finally walked up to the partially open bedroom door…

Oh God, Kelly thought, she saw us having sex.

Sure enough. Janet said, in a whisper, “I saw you and daddy naked, on the bed. You… had his… his penis… in your… hand… stroking it up and down. His fingers were… in… your… Oh, Damn, it felt like… my stomach … oh God… then he said, ‘I’ve got to…’ Well, you know… He moved… on… on top of you…” Here, her hips started to move back and forth, bumping Kelly’s hips, and she was squeezing her legs together, hard.

Getting more and more agitated she added, “Then… he… put it in… you down… down there… oh, I couldn’t stand up… it felt like I was going to pee my pants. It felt so strange… I… I turned and almost fell… I almost crawled up to my room. My body felt so strange… like it is now… all hot and tense and… quivering!… and I didn’t know whhhat to dooo!!!”

She trembled violently.

“After awhile I calmed down and you called that dinner was ready. I thought the distraction would make it go away… this feeling I had… that I had a big balloon down between my legs and it was going to… burst. Food wasn’t the answer… oh, damn, I couldn’t quit *thinking* of you two together… it was tormenting me, so much, I had to leave the table.”

She was twisting and turning and finally she put both hands down between her legs cupping her vagina and moaning, “That’s when I got in the tub. I… was all hot and wet… sticky… like now… and I thought something was wrong… I started wash… washing… myself… oh damn…. down *there*… and suddenly I saw stars and sparks… Oh, I don’t know what’s wrong, I don’t know what to do… I feel like I’m going to explode… OHHhhhhh… what’s wrong with meeee. I’m so scared…”

Oh, my God, Kelly thought. Janet needs to masturbate but doesn’t know how to do it or anything about it. The girl was twisting and moaning and was in, if only mental pain. She was twisting and turning, bumping Kelly with her hip movements.

…Kelly… Kelly… should you be doing this??? NO you should not! But… she *had* to help Janet. She had to end the teen’s torment. She had to show her what to do!!

Kelly took a deep breath and then started soothing her again, only this time she did it differently. She let her left hand move from the girl’s shoulder down to her right breast. She cupped it and squeezed it marvelling at the fullness of it, She pinched the already hard nipple and molded the breast with her hand. It felt hot even through the Tee shirt, and… surprisingly good. She loved teasing her own breasts this way too.

“Oh, Damn, I know I shouldn’t be doing this!” she thought to herself.

“OH… Yes Oh God, touch me… Pinch it hard like that… oohh yeesss”, said Jan as she moved her left hand up to grab Kelly’s hand and press it harder on her tit. Kelly slipped her right hand down, under Jan’s hand, under the front of her panties and into her pubic hair. Kelly slid her palm down over the very wet vagina.

“Aaaaahhhh… yeahhh… There too!”, moaned Janet.

“Oh, yeahhhhh,” echoed Kelly to herself… “It feels so fucking good to me too. The slippery, juicy wetness.” Kelly loved to play with herself almost as much as getting fucked.

Kelly cupped Jan’s cunt and then let her middle finger part the engorged labia, sliding into the opening. It was hot, wet, and slick. Janet screamed, “Gggaaaaaaaaaaa…” Kelly then hooked her finger downward and dragged it upwards until she could feel her clit at the base of her finger. Then she started rubbing her now slippery hand around in a small circle, then up and down, her finger delving deeper and deeper into the virgin hole. Jan’s other hand clamped on Kelly’s and followed what she was doing to her cunt. She also pushed her hips back so that her ass cheeks were grinding against Kelly’s mons causing Kelly to reciprocate, tilting her hips and pressing up against the yielding butt in front of her.

It took only about four or five seconds before Janet’s body went rigid and then started shaking. “OOOoooooohhhhhhhh… what’s hap… pening… to me? AAAAh… Daammnnnn… what is it…?”

Kelly told her, “Don’t worry Honey… That’s your clit right there.”

“Oh, Shit… It’s ‘thrilling’… that’s the ooohh… only wayyyy… to describe it… Oh,… so goooodd… Oooohhh sshhhit… something is going… AAaaaaaahhhhhrrrrrgggg!!!”

“Yes, Yes… it’s good… Do it Honey… Do it… You’re *cumming* … Climaxing… Enjoy it… Cum… cum for me… Janet.” She felt Janet’s cunt gushing against her working hand and was surprised at the liquid this girl was putting out. She kept talking and squeezing her tit hard and fingered her ruthlessly, rubbing her clit hard too. “Cum for me!… Cum all over my hand, Honey!!!”

Jan twitched and shuddered… Screaming and humping Kelly’s hand and the invading finger… Twitched… convulsed… “Oooohhhhhhh… damn”.

Kelly kept fingering and stimulating her pussy and clit… slowing and slowing. Bringing her back easy, not wanting to stop too soon. For her part, she was still pressing against Jan’s ass… *She* wasn’t able to come down… not yet.

Janet finally came down to earth… Breathing very heavy and moaning.

Finally she was quiet.

“Ohhh Kelly… Oh, Kelly… thank you… oh thank you, thank you. Ohhh… That was so… great… Ohhhh, yeah… that was awesome… ohh… So that was cumming!!… Wow… GREAT!! Mmmmmmmm…. yesssss. I want a lot more of that!!”

Kelly slowly disentangled herself and pulled her hand out of Janet’s panties. She had mixed emotions about this. On the one hand she was glad that Janet was feeling better, and had had her first *cum*… and that it had been by Kelly’s hand that she did it. But yet… Yet it was so wrong. Very wrong. God… what now.

Janet was still thanking her profusely and finally sat up and kissed Kelly deeply, solidly on the lips. Then realizing what she had done she blushed and apologized.

Kelly looked at her and burst out laughing.

Flustered, Janet said, “What’s wrong?”

“I just fingerfucked you to your first orgasm and *you* apologize for *kissing* me?” laughed Kelly.

Janet laughed and said, “Oh, Kelly, I *love* you… and… I love… *IT*… I’m never going to forget this night… Ever! Ohh… WOW!!!”

Kelly thought to herself… ‘Yeah… you and me both!’ Besides feeling she had made a terrible mistake, she also was so fucking horny she was going to have to go play with herself and cum for an hour!

Chapter 3

She told Janet she would get a wash cloth and clean her up. She went into Janet’s bath. She rinsed a cloth in hot water. Looking in the mirror, at her auburn framed face she thought, ‘you look the same but you know different, don’t you. Things will never be the same between you and Jan again. Oh, well… I might as well clean her up… I helped get her ‘dirty’. She laughed a little at that… God she had to hurry. She was *very* wet now.

Janet was taking off her T-shirt, pulling it over her head as Kelly returned. Kelly stopped as Janet’s breasts came into view. She groaned inwardly. They were small but beautiful. She suddenly remembered Debbie’s breasts. Deb had been her best and only friend in school. Deb’s breasts were like this… a nice teenager’s handful. They had been only 18 when they had finally ‘experimented’ with mutual masturbation, fingering each other. It had only happened that one time. Deb’s family was moving, that was how it happened. They had started kissing ‘goodbye’, got aroused and it just… happened, feeling each other’s body pressing together… then caressing the other’s breasts as they stared into each others eyes. Then the fingering and more kissing, then… two explosive climaxes. She had never seen Debbie again. Kelly had never tried it again with another girl…. ’till now, that is…..

As Janet fell back on the bed, dropping the shirt to the floor, Kelly came awake and moved forward. She was just going to hand Jan the cloth and leave and go fuck her fingers *raw!* But then Jan lifted her hips and slid her panties down. The crotch was so wet that it stuck and her panties turned inside out as they left her sticky loins. Then raising her legs, bending her knees apart, pulled them off her feet. This opened her cunt to Kelly’s gaze. Kelly almost swooned.

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This is an erotic fantasy. It is a work of fiction. Any characters or events related to real-life people or real-life events is unintentional and entirely coincidental.

*****

I loved Saturdays. They were easily my favorite day of the week. There was something so great about them. Yeah, having no classes was nice. Yeah, the beer was great. Yeah, the football was pretty awesome. But my favorite thing about Saturdays was the cheerleaders. College cheerleaders. While I had a hardon for most cheerleaders from most of the nation’s schools, the cheerleaders from my own school, Rasington University, were the sexiest of them all. Those firm breasts, those short skirts, those big asses. They were perfect.

Our colors were gold and blue. Rasington’s mascot was the Roosters. Naturally, most of the guys from our student body referred to the mascot as a cock. The uniforms consisted of a bright white top with a gold rooster in the center of it, gold bows, and a dark blue skirt. The skirts were really short, and they barely covered their light blue bloomers. None of the cheerleaders liked wearing the cheer sweats. It didn’t matter what month it was or what the temperature was or what the weather was like. They were really horny, and they liked showing off as much skin as they legally could.

My interest in cheerleaders developed rather quickly. I was a film student, and I liked to film a wide variety of things. My interest in film and my work on short films eventually led me to become the cameraman for my school’s football team. My job was to film the games and hand them over to the head coach to be analyzed. Unbeknownst to the school, I actually had two cameras. The DSLR that I used to film the games and the miniature camera that I used to film the cheerleaders. I kept the second camera hidden under a small curtain on the camera stand. Throughout the year, I created a collection of all the games, halftime shows, and anything that the cheerleaders did on Saturdays.

On gamedays, I arrived about one hour ahead of the game’s start time to set up my equipment. As I set up the equipment, I would take my time to watch the cheerleaders stretch, tumble, and go through their usual routines in their very skimpy uniforms.

Yep. College cheerleaders made me horny. And no cheerleader turned me on more than Becca.

Becca had the perfect double D’s. Her legs were long, and her tan was natural. She was a real blonde with dazzling brown eyes. Her ass was so big and so round that her cheeks typically hung out of whatever she was wearing. And I knew for a fact that she didn’t wear anything under her cheer panties. There was something so dirty about seeing Becca raise her leg and seeing the outline of the lips that were concealed under those light blue bloomers. I always gratified myself after the games were over, and Becca was almost always the object of my self-gratification.

On several occasions, I thought about walking up to Becca and asking her out. However, I never had the nerve to do it. Talking to women was never really my specialty. I was also pretty bad at lying. Even if I was able to talk to Becca, I would more than likely have to tell her why I was into her and tell her all about my sexual fantasies. Maybe one day I would have the nerve to talk to Becca and tell her how I felt about her. But admiring her sexy body from a distance was all I was capable of doing for now.

One evening, I was at my apartment, getting ready to head down to the stadium and set up for tonight’s football game against the Preston Pussycats. Suddenly, my libido went nuts, and I felt the need to rub one out.

I turned on my TV and DVD player and decided to watch one of my homemade movies. A few seconds later, footage of Becca stretching and practicing her cheer routine appeared on my screen. I dropped my pants and boxers and watched the show.

I got hard almost immediately. A few drops of fluid leaked out of my cock as I watched Becca shake her ass. It had been raining that day, and her bloomers were getting soaked, which meant that I could see her round ass in its full glory.

I grabbed the lubricant beside me and prepared to pour it out of the bottle and onto my cock. At that moment, the doorbell rang. I groaned loudly. I did not enjoy having my private time interrupted.

It took me about thirty seconds to pull my pants and boxers back on, pause the DVD player, turn off my television, and head downstairs.

I opened the front door to see who was there. Much to my surprise, Becca was standing on my front porch. She was wearing her sexy little cheerleader uniform. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Why was she at my place?

“Hey,” she said.

“Hi, Becca. Uh, what are you doing here?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m kinda having a bad day,” she remarked. “My car broke down, and I don’t have any jumper cables with me. Do you have any that I could use?”

“Yeah, sure,” I remarked.

I walked over to a nearby cabinet and pulled out some jumper cables. I walked over to her and handed them to her.

“I also gotta use the bathroom,” Becca Casibom added. “Is it alright if I use yours?”

“Yeah, sounds good,” I replied. “I’ll get your car started up, and it should be good to go once you’re done.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you soon,” she remarked. She handed me back the jumper cables, gave me her car keys, and headed into my apartment.

Holy crap, I thought. The girl of your dreams is in your apartment. She is here, and she can be yours. However, I chose to ignore my dirty mind, and I headed outside to start up her car.

It took me less than one minute to get her car started up. I sat on the hood of her car and waited for Becca to emerge from my apartment. Ten minutes passed by, but she never came out.

Fearing the worst, I ran back to my apartment, leaped onto the front porch, opened the front door, and ran inside.

“Hey, Becca, are you okay?” I asked. “Becca?”

I closed the door and ran up the stairs, hoping that I would find her. I could hear the television in my bedroom. I felt my heart drop. I hoped she wasn’t watching what I think she was watching.

I slowly opened my bedroom door and peeked inside. I gasped when I saw my television monitor and what was playing on it. Becca had found my cheerleader porn stash.

At that moment, Becca turned her head around and stared at me. Busted. Fuck.

“So this is what you’ve been shooting on Saturdays, is it?” she asked. “I thought you were supposed to be filming the games?”

“Look, I… I know this looks really weird,” I said. “And I know it looks bad, but…”

“But?” she replied. “Yes, you seem to have quite the eye for my butt.”

As she said those words, she turned around, leaned on her knees, pulled her skirt up, and stuck her ass out. Her light blue panties rode up to the point where I could see both of her buttcheeks.

“What the… Becca, what are you doing?” I asked, unable to comprehend what was going on.

“Well, let’s just say I’ve been feeling a little… naughty,” she said with a short giggle.

I stared at Becca in amazement. She smacked her ass with her right hand. With a small amount of hesitation, I tried to work up the nerve to ask her a big question.

“Do you want…” I gasped. “I mean… can I… do you want…”

“Oh, yeah, cutie,” she said. Becca got up, walked over to me, and whispered in my ear, “You can touch anything you want. With any body part that you want. So what the fuck are you waiting for?”

I grinned. Without a moment of hesitation, I kissed her.

We fell onto the bed and began to make out. This was really happening. I was making out with the hottest, sexiest, naughtiest cheerleader that I had ever seen. I was making out with Becca.

Eventually, our lips separated, and I gazed at her perfect face.

“Hmm, you’re a pretty good kisser,” Becca said. “But I know for a fact that my mouth isn’t the only thing that you want to kiss right now.”

Laughing, I moved down and flipped up Becca’s miniskirt, exposing her panties. As usual, I could see the outline of her pussy through the panties. She motioned for me to act, and I did.

I raised Becca’s legs up into the air, grabbed the panties, and lifted them up and off of her legs. I held the crotch of her panties up to my nose and inhaled the scent. I could smell it. Becca had pleasured herself earlier today. Yep, she was one fucking naughty cheerleader.

I tossed the panties onto my bedside table and stared at the cute little pussy in front of me. It was pink and very moist. She was shaved so I didn’t have to worry about any hair. The excitement was building up inside of me. She was here, she was wet, and her pussy was mine for the taking.

I lowered my face to her crotch and began to suck her pussy. Becca moaned softly as I slowly licked her clit. She tasted so good. So sticky, so warm, so moist. I already knew that she was horny, but being able to get her this wet this quickly was definitely a shocker.

I moved my tongue inside of her and began to wag it back and forth. I pushed my tongue as far into her pussy as possible. I wanted to taste as much of her as I possibly could.

Becca yelled loudly, and I felt cum splatter onto my face. Her cries of joy turned me on so much. Just hearing her moans and screams made me want to cum right there.

At that moment, I decided to get her loose. Ready for the next step.

I pulled her clitoral hood back, licked the top of it, and began to place each of my fingers inside of her. I started off with two fingers. I slowly moved my fingers up and down. Then I added a third one. I felt her loosen up as the cum came all over my fingers. Eventually, I added a fourth finger and began to pick up the pace.

Becca’s moaning grew louder and louder as I moved faster and faster. Her cum gushed out past my hand and onto my bed as I finger-fucked her. Then I went in deeper.

My fingers moved faster. She yelled out in excitement. I found it. Her g-spot. Becca let out a scream that was so loud I was very thankful that I didn’t live Casibom Giriş with my parents or have any roommates.

She fell back against the bed, and I withdrew my fingers. I raised them up to my mouth, but Becca grabbed them and sucked the cum right off. She sat up, leaned forward, and kissed me. Her tongue tickled my tongue as she slowly sucked drops of cum out of my mouth and placed it in her own.

“Hmm… it’s kind of warm in here, and this top is a little tight,” Becca remarked. “You want to help me out?”

“It would be my pleasure,” I said.

I grabbed her top and yanked it up and over her head. It turned out that she wasn’t even wearing a bra underneath it. Becca tossed her top onto the floor and allowed me to get a good look at her rack.

Her boobs were perfect. Her nipples were large, erect, and very perky. This was better than anything I had ever imagined, and I had one dirty mind.

We began to make out again. I grabbed her boobs and rubbed her nipples as we kissed. Eventually, our lips separated. I stared at her amazing body.

“You want to hear a little secret of mine?” Becca asked.

“Sure. What is it?” I asked.

“Well, I really enjoy touching myself,” she whispered. “And I always know how to get that big O. But I got to say. None of the orgasms that I had have been as arousing and amazing for me as that one you just gave me.”

“Wow,” I said, completely shocked. “So that means you’re a… you’re a…

“Have I ever done it with another guy before? Nope,” she said. “The only guys I want inside of me are the cute ones. And you are pretty damn cute. Now girls on the other hand…”

“Holy fuck,” I exclaimed.

“You’re surprised?” she asked. “Why the hell do you think I became a cheerleader? They turn me on just as much as they turn you on.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. This woman… this hottie… this cheerleader… she was too good to be true. And yet, here she was. Willing to let me do anything to her.

“Now it’s my turn to taste you,” she said.

She grabbed my pants and boxers and pulled them down. My erection leaped out at her, and I just narrowly avoided smacking her in the face with it.

“Wow, you’re big!” she exclaimed.

I nodded, unable to speak. I knew at that moment what was coming (no pun intended).

Becca gripped my shaft with her right hand. Her fingers moved all over the head, looking for every sensitive area. She moved her hand up and down. I could already feel the semen rising.

Suddenly, she thrust my cock into her mouth. I felt her tongue press against my urethra. I moaned softly. Her right hand gripped my shaft as she moved my cock in and out of her mouth.

I grabbed her pigtails and gripped them tightly. She pushed my dick down her throat, and the sensation became even greater. At that moment, I began to fantasize about the cheerleader footage that I had shot and all of the cheerleaders’ sexy bodies and naughty poses. The semen in my cock began to rise, and I knew that I was in for one incredible orgasm.

Suddenly, Becca stopped sucking me and yanked my cock out of her mouth. I groaned as I felt the orgasm, but I didn’t ejaculate. I collapsed onto my bed, panting loudly.

“Not yet,” she said. “I don’t know you too well, but I’m guessing my mouth isn’t the only place on my body that you want to put that giant cock.”

Becca hiked up her skirt and spread her legs. She began to finger her pussy as she waited for me to make the next move.

I grinned, reached for my wallet, and pulled out a gold packet that had been in there for far too long. I tore open the packet and prepared to place the condom onto my dick. As I began to slide the condom over the head, Becca climbed up, yanked it off, and tossed it into the garbage bin.

“Now what did you do that for?” I asked.

“Cause I’m on the pill, you silly man,” she giggled. “Sex was intended for pleasure. And right now, I want to feel all seven inches of that cock inside of me with absolutely nothing in between us.”

I smiled. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it all over Becca’s pussy lips. A few drops of fluid leaked out of my dick and onto her clit. She giggled. At that moment, I thrust my cock into her pussy and began to fuck her.

I could feel the walls close in around my cock. My breathing grew louder, and I felt my heartbeat skyrocket. I grabbed onto her boobs and played with her nipples as I fucked her. She moaned loudly as I pounded her.

Suddenly, I stopped and pulled out of her. She panted loudly, gasping for fresh air.

“What the… why the hell did you stop?” she asked.

“I just realized something,” I said. “As much as I’m enjoying this, I don’t get to see that perfect ass when you’re in this position. So…”

“Oh, that’s what you enjoy?” she asked. At that moment, Becca turned around and stuck her ass out at me. “Well, it’s a good thing that this is my favorite position too.”

I grinned and smacked her right buttcheek with my right hand. I rubbed my cock all over her pussy and ass, whacking Casibom Yeni Giriş it against them as I prepared to enter her again.

Eventually, I grabbed Becca’s skirt, lifted it up, held onto it with both hands, and slammed myself into her. She fingered her clit and moaned loudly as I fucked her pussy from behind. I smacked her ass several times as I fucked her. Each smack made her even more excited and aroused.

“Oh, fuck it! I want to taste you again!” she yelled. “Let me fucking taste you! Please!”

Who was I to deny this beautiful sexy cheerleader what she wanted? I pulled out of her right away. She quickly spun around, grabbed my cock, and began to suck on it. Apparently, my cum and her pussy juice went really well together because she was really enjoying it.

Becca climbed onto her knees and lowered her ass down onto my face. She smacked her ass and motioned for me to eat her out. I licked her pussy and drank her juices as she devoured my cock. She motioned for me to rub her clit, and I obliged.

Eventually, I rubbed and licked Becca to the point where she came on me again, screaming loudly as she did. She climbed off of me, kissed the top of my cock, gripped it with both hands, and placed it between her boobs.

“Alright, baby, now it’s your turn to cum for me,” she said.

I immediately began to move my dick between her boobs. This felt so good. Soooo good.

Becca squeezed her boobs together, and I quickly picked up the pace. A few seconds later, I reached a point where I couldn’t hold back anymore and climaxed. I screamed loudly as I came. She squealed as my warm cum squirted out of my cock and covered her boobs and face.

Finally, she released my cock, and I fell back against my bed, loudly gasping and trying to recover from the orgasm that she just gave me.

Becca grabbed her panties off of my bedside table and rubbed them all over her boobs, collecting every drop of semen that they could possibly absorb. She raised the panties up to her mouth and slowly poured the cum onto her tongue and into her mouth. She rubbed the panties back over her pussy before tossing them onto my face and allowing me to enjoy her juices once more.

“You are so fucking sexy,” I gasped.

“I know I am, silly,” she giggled. “And I knew that you had a hardon for me. That’s why I came here. So I could give you what you wanted… and get a lot of pleasure out of it as well.”

She rubbed her fingers over her pussy and gathered a few drops of cum. She rubbed it over her lips, leaned forward, and gave me a big kiss.

“That was fun,” she remarked. “I don’t know about you, but I hope my car breaks down in front of your place more often.”

“Me too, Becca,” I said. “Me too.

“Alright, I got to get to the stadium and get ready for the game,” she said.

Becca climbed off the bed and bent down to pick up her top. Her skirt crawled up her legs, allowing me to have one last glimpse of that gorgeous ass and pussy. I couldn’t help myself.

I reached out and grabbed her ass with both of my hands. I smacked my dick on her ass a few times. A few drops of semen suddenly flew out of my cock and onto the back of her skirt.

“Whoops!” I exclaimed. Thankfully, Becca giggled.

“It’s okay,” she said, as she pulled her top on. “I’m used to feeling moist under this tiny skirt. As a matter of fact, I actually prefer it this way.”

She stared at me and frowned. I still hadn’t put on any clothes.

“You should probably get dressed,” she said. “You don’t want to miss the game now, do you?”

“Uh… yeah, right,” I said. “The game. Cause that’s what I was watching.”

Becca giggled at my remark.

“Just letting you know, I hope you never quit your job,” she said. “Keep coming to the games, and I’ll keep making you cum. And this cheerleader… well, she never breaks her promises.”

She grabbed her panties, wiped my cum off her skirt, and slid them back on. I couldn’t wait to pull that thing off of her and play with that pussy again.

“I’ll see you at the game tonight, big boy,” she said. “I hope you enjoy the show.”

Becca walked over to me and gave me a nice big kiss. She was delicious, and I was happy that she was willing to let me have her body. Once our lips had separated, Becca walked out of my room, headed downstairs, and left my apartment.

I went to the game that night, but the only person that I saw and thought about was Becca. I watched her stretch and practice her routines. I watched her cheer in that skimpy uniform, gawking at her boobs, ass, and crotch. I watched her give me naughty looks as I gazed down at her from the stands.

I don’t know how the game ended. I don’t even know what the final score was. Hell, I don’t even know if I hit the record button on the damn camera. All I knew was that Becca was extremely sexy. I knew that I was willing to do anything to keep this real-life fantasy going. I knew that I was very happy to have someone as amazing as her in my life.

And most importantly, I knew that I truly did love Saturdays. I loved not having to go to class. I loved being able to drink beer. I loved being able to watch football. I loved getting to spend time with Becca. But the greatest thing about Saturday was having at least one day of each week be filled with cheerleader pleasure.

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Here is a little story I am writing for fun…all people and places are fictional…if you wish to comment, please do so…

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She slammed the vibrator into her cunt harder and hard as the voice on the other end of the phone kept telling her “Faster, Faster…don’t stop yet Betty.” She knew she would cum very soon and turned the vibrator up to max speed, the humming sound filling the room along with her whimpers and moans.

So close, she knew at any second she would explode…harder…faster…5 more seconds…”STOP!”, came the voice on the other end of the phone. She moaned loudly but did as she was told, she hated, but loved this at the same time. He did this to her so often. She knew he would, but once she gets to a certain point, she figures he would never make her stop now.

Betty lay on her bed panting, her pussy dripping juice down through her lips to the crack of her ass…making a puddle on her bed. She always ended up this wet when talking to him. She had no idea why he had this effect on her, she truly believes that she would do anything he asked of her. She knows he would never put her in any danger, but he knew exactly how to push her buttons…and her limits…

“Ok, now…start fucking that wet pussy some more…I want you to cum now”, she was so relieved to hear him say that, she went right back at it with even more vigor this time. She could hear the juices as she fucked herself harder and faster, the vibe seemed to have a mind of its own and she just laid there enjoying it. All of the sudden the pressure go to be too much and she started to explode. Her hips began to buck up and down, her hand slid the vibrator deep into her spasming cunt, and she screamed in orgasm. “AHHHHHHH, AHHHHHH, Ohhhhh”

Betty was totally wiped out, she had almost passed out, she only snapped to because of the voice coming through the phone asking if she was alright? “Oh yes Darlin, I am just fine…you are so wonderful…next time we meet I will be sure to have you screaming the same way!” “Well, I will hold you to that! But right now, I must let you go…please…enjoy your day!”

Betty always had wonderful days when Rod phoned her in the mornings. He usually called her at least once a week to start her day with one of those mind blowing orgasms. Casibom Rod was one of Betty’s current lovers. He was a younger man, in his mid twenties, tall, built nicely, the sexiest of voices…just hearing his voice always made her pussy wet…she met him online, the same way she met most of her lovers now. Her friends always tell her it is too risky, but she is always careful about it, and so far, has only come across one nutcase, but that is another story. Rod is a successful man with his own business, and whenever he is in her neighborhood makes sure he stops in for some of her amazing talents.

After she regained her composure, she jumped into the shower, and got dressed for work. Betty worked in a small office with a few other women. She was the office manager, and very good friends with the owner of the company. They got to be friends through her years working there, and now ever do things outside of work. The both care for each other very much, and look to each other to get through any hard times in their lives. Quite often the talk turns to their sex life. Tracey knows all about her adventures with Rod. When she walked into work today, and got into the office they share, Tracy looked at her and said, “He called this morning didn’t he”?

“Damnit! How do you know that?” Betty could never understand how Tracy could tell, but she knew every time. “You just have that glow on your face every time he calls.” She was right, the days he calls can never go wrong for Betty, she is always in such a good mood, almost like floating. They sat at their desks, and Tracy told her to give her all the details. They talked about this for a little while, until they were both too hot to talk anymore and had to stop.

Betty has recently started thinking to herself about Tracy, and if she was into women at all. Betty had never tried it, but is realizing now that she does have that interest deep down. She keeps trying to deny it but the juices in her pussy are telling her different. And there are lots of things that give her messages that Tracy wants her too. Little things, like a quick squeeze of her ass, winks, even an occasional kiss on the cheek. But she couldn’t be interested, she is married, with a few kids. Although, she does keep saying how she and her husband do not have Casibom Giriş sex anymore, and the only sexual outlet is her vibrator.

All this talk, and thinking has gotten Betty just too hot again, and she quietly went to the ladies room, closed and locked the door, and stripped off from the waist down. That wasn’t much since she doesn’t wear panties. She tried it one day at Tracy’s suggestion since she told her she never wore them anymore either. Betty propped herself up against the sink and started to work on her clit. She went right to it, hard and fast since she didn’t want anyone to notice that she was gone long. It didn’t take long for her to have her juices literally dripping out of her pussy, down her legs, filling the room with the strong smell of her cunt. She started to slip two fingers into herself while she rubbed at her clit. She could feel the pressure building and it took all her strength to keep from screaming out. (Something else that is new since she met Rod) She went over to the toilet seat to sit because her legs were getting very weak. No sooner did she sit down, she exploded. She almost blacked out again and caught herself as she was almost falling over. After a couple minutes recovery, she got cleaned up again and went back to work.

“Excuse me, Betty. There is a call on hold for you on line 3” Pam the receptionist smiled at Betty as she walked into the office, they all got along very well there. Pam thought to herself that it must be yet another of the men Betty has waiting in line for her. Pam was at times jealous of how much attention Betty seemed to get, but always smiled to herself thinking that it was good that a nice lady like Betty was getting the attention.

“Hello, Betty speaking”, as she picked up the receiver she sat at her desk. “Hi there beautiful” it was Rod, he had called to see if she had caught her breath yet. “Well, hello there big guy” They talked for a little while about how each of their days were going, but ended up with Rod telling her he would be in town that night, and they made plans for a date. Betty was happy about this since she didn’t have plans, but was horny as hell. She went right in to tell Tracy about the call. Tracy gave her a little lecture about getting personal calls at work, but then immediately Casibom Yeni Giriş asked what the scoop was.

After going through the plans they had, Tracey had a bit of a frown on her face and Betty asked what was wrong. It turns out that Tracey’s husband is out of town for a few days, and the kids are away at the grand parents, so Tracy was gonna see if Betty would be interested in coming over to her place for a while, have a few drinks and just chill out. Maybe get a movie or two. Suddenly, Tracey got a very wicked grin on her face and Betty asked what she was thinking. Tracey said “No, never mind, it is too crazy…” Of course Betty would not let this go, and had to know what was on her mind. After a lot of begging, and pleading, Tracey finally told betty what she was thinking.

The plan went something like this…since it has been so long since Tracey has had any sex, and she knew how wild and kinky Betty was, she wanted to hide in the closet and watch Betty and Rod do their thing. She was not going to be joining them, as she could not bring herself to be with another man. She and her husband didn’t have a sex life, but still, she couldn’t cheat on him like that. The rest of the afternoon went by very quickly as the two women planned out the small details, little things like the fact that Tracey should not have anything to drink at all, since there was no bathroom in the closet, black clothing so if she moved, the shadows would be minimal. Betty would try to have the action angled in such a way to give her audience the best view.

Finally, the doorbell rang, the cue for Tracey to scram, and get into her place in the closet. They had set up a chair for her so she would be comfortable. Rod came in, and instantly started kissing Betty. They kissed in the doorway for a minute or two, until she broke away, closed the door and asked if he would like something to drink? “The only thing I am interested in drinking right now is your sweet pussy juices as they run out of you”. Betty loved the sound of that, and walked over to the couch, pulled her shorts down, and said CUM and get it.

Tracey could hear the moans of delight coming from Betty as she was getting her cunt licked. She wished so badly that it was hers. She could feel the wetness of her pussy, the heat from her arousal. She started rubbing herself through her shorts, letting a small moan escape her lips. She made a mental not to try to keep from doing that when they got into the bedroom. She didn’t want to give herself away, or, did she?

To Be Continued…

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Between a Mother and Son; Part 3 ( the conclusion of a true story of forbidden love)

It was after my father had been moved out for several months that he began seeing another woman. This development did nothing to upset my mother, on the contrary, she welcomed it, and initiated divorce proceedings. The divorce was amicably settled in a few months, and our life moved on without him, except for his periodic visits to see my sisters. These became fewer and farther between, as his new partner wasn’t predisposed towards children, nor was she keen to have my father interact with my mother. From her point of view, the less of seen of us the better, and her attitudes naturally influenced my father.

In lieu of his absence, and the developing relationship between my mother and myself, I became the family’s default father-figure, a transition that seemed natural given the circumstances and was easily accepted by the girls, my mother included.

In truth, my mother had begun to treat me as her partner years before our relationship became sexual, even when my father had still been living with us. His alcoholism, and her resultant dependence on me, had initiated the situation, and the dissolution of their marriage accelerated it. For all practical purposes, I was my mother’s husband.

I was happy in the role. I enjoyed being a father to the girls, getting them off to school in the morning, helping them with their schoolwork, driving them with their friends to see a movie, taking them to doctor’s appointments or shopping. If my mother was working late at the office(or not), I was happy to prepare dinner for them.

In every way, they came to think of me as their father, and so they were accepting of the overtly physical affection my mother and I shared, and over time, came to see it as natural. We were careful not to be overly demonstrative in their presence, but we kissed, held hands or held each other close as couples do. When we watched television as a family, my mother and I cuddled together on the sofa, while the girls watched from the beanbag chairs. At first my mother and I tried to hide the fact that we were sleeping in the same bed, but eventually it was obvious, and we gave up the charade. We had expected questions, or recriminations, but they never came. On my first father’s day, the girls even brought me breakfast in bed.

While our situation had become more “traditionally” domestic, the initial rush of our sexual liaison had not cooled, and sex was just as passionate as it had been in the beginning. In fact, both of us found the evolution of our circumstance to be just as arousing as the illicitness of its origins had been initially. We were mother and son, we were passionately in love, and as a result, the parent/child power structure had ceased to be. We were lovers, partners, equals in love.

Every night, once the girls were off to their rooms to sleep, she and I lay next to each other, perhaps reading at first, but that never lasted too long. We’d come together, and cuddle, hold each other and talk about the day. We might fall asleep, but more often than not, our lips would meet, our tongues would entwine, and our bodies would envelop each other, my cock drawn to her warm, wet pussy like a divining rod to water. Sometimes our fucking would be hot, intense, frenzied, and sometimes it would be warm, soft and slow. This night was of the latter variety.

As we lay on the bed, unclothed, she with her head on my shoulder, we kissed; slow, soft, sensual kisses, our lips enfolded upon one another, unwilling to part, and even then only reluctantly.

I rolled her over onto her back, and my lips met with hers again in an extended embrace. As our lips parted, I kissed her neck and shoulders and then moved steadily to her breasts. Taking her left breast in my hand, I bent my head to her nipple, and lightly ran my tongue across it, circling it before placing my lips over it, engulfing her hard nipple in my mouth. Gently, I began to suck on her nipple and as I did so, my tongue licked her areola. Then I moved to her right breast and continued my attentions.

Slowly, intently, I kissed her torso and stomach and moved my way towards her pubic triangle. Kissing her just at the top of her bush, my hands slid over her hips. Tentatively she spread her legs apart, just enough to give me access to her pussy. My tongue located her sweet flower, and gently parted her petals. To the sound of her low moans of pleasure, my tongue spread her vulva and found it’s way just inside her, indulging in her sweet nectar. My lips lovingly sucked and pulled at her labia, savoring her delicate and sensitive folds, taking in her intoxicating scent.

She held my head to her vagina, moaning softly, contentedly, engulfed in pleasure and delight; a being of pure sensation; I imagined her entire life spent like this, immersed in exquisite sensation.

In time I stood, and taking her legs in my hands, gently spread them apart. Placing my hand on her pussy, I felt her moist and succulent hole with Casibom my fingers, inserting them, one at a time and gently sliding them back and forth between her soft walls as she cried quietly to the rhythm of my movements.

Taking my cock in hand, I lay down on her and gradually, slid myself within her. She lifted her legs above me as I moved my hips back and forth, within and without. Gently, slowly, we fucked; leisurely, seductively, prolonging the erotic sensations, our every nerve ending charged with sensual pleasure.

We kissed as we fucked, extending each touch of our lips for greatest effect, until together our movements slowed and then, gradually, stopped. Laying on top of her, I remained hard within her, throbbing to the pulsing of her pussy, as we kissed long, sweet, unhurried kisses, until finally, I softened and fell out from her sanctuary, without an orgasm, but utterly satisfied.

It was after this session my mother confessed;

“I don’t want anyone else, ever.”

My cock throbbed to the sound of her words.

“Neither do I,” I said, holding her tight, and kissing her pliant lips.

She looked at me intensely; “I love you, more than anyone I’ve ever known, more than I can imagine loving anyone or anything…more than life.”

I realized this was more than the usual pillow talk. This was serious, and I responded in kind; “And I love you—with all my heart. Now and forever. There’s no one else for me, I want to spend my life with you.”

“Really?” She gave me a look of mild surprise, as though I’d told her broccoli was her my favorite food. “Are you happy? Happy enough to be with me like this, and no one else, forever?”

“Deliriously happy,” I pulled her close, and we kissed, a long, languid kiss. “I want to spend my life with you, just like this.”

“Well then,” She said, as our lips parted, ” I think we should get married.”

Taken aback, I let out a laugh, “You’re kidding.” She was dismayed at my reaction.

“I’m serious,” she declared. “I know it sounds crazy….”

“Just a little,” I said, incredulously. That was the wrong thing to say, with the wrong tone of voice.

She responded defensively, “What—you don’t want to commit to me?” She pulled away and started to hit me. “You want to be free so you can screw whoever you want and leave me?” She hit me again. “You shit!”

A tear rolled down her cheek and she tried to stifle a sob.

I’d hurt her, not realizing the heartfelt seriousness of her suggestion, or recognizing where it was coming from. She was 18 years older than I, a circumstance sexually stimulating to me, but a source of anxiety for her. I reached out to touch her, but she slapped my hand away.

“No, don’t,” she responded angrily. “Get away from me. You don’t love me, you just want to fuck me until someone younger comes along.”

“Hey, hey….you know that’s not true.” I persisted against her efforts to fight me off, and put my arms around her and pulled her close. “I love you, I love you so much. There’s no one else for me, you know that.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks and with them the full weight of my insensitivity came home to me. I tried my best to comfort her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Shh, shhh—-don’t cry now. Don’t cry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Gathering her composure, her moist eyes looked plaintively toward mine, “Well…will you listen? And not make fun?”

“Yes, sure, of course.I suppose we could do a little ceremony of our own…”

She shook her head; “No, no…listen. I know it sounds crazy, it is crazy! But—we love each other, we’re happy, we’re committed, we don’t want to be apart, ever..and…well….I want us to make it official somehow, really official. What else is marriage supposed to be about?”

I had to admit, I liked the idea, absurd as it was. It turned me on, and her logic was inescapable. These were all the reasons couples chose to get married. Why shouldn’t we make it official? If others less committed than we were could do it, why shouldn’t she and I be able to get married?

“Okay, ” I looked in her eyes and nodded, “I like the idea….but, how?”

She’d obviously given it some thought, because she was ready with suggestions.

“There are states where it’s easy to get a marriage license, there’s no waiting period or blood test and the only proof of ID you need is a driver’s license or a birth certificate.”

“Really?” I was both impressed and intimidated by her determination. “But our name’s the same.” A rueful smile crossed my lips. “They’ll think we’re kissing cousins or something.”

“Be serious.” She couldn’t hold back her smile. ” Since the divorce is final, I’ve filed to change back to my maiden name. No one will ever know we’re mother and son.”

I was stunned. She’d already begun to put her plan in action, knowing I’d be unable to deny her. And she was right.

“And, if you were to change your name,” she continued confidently, “it would make it that much less likely someone might find Casibom Giriş out.”

It seemed she’d thought of everything.

“Even still,” I replied,”I think it’s probably illegal.” I was skeptical, but willing to entertain the idea. Hell, it sounded like fun.

She nuzzled up close and whispered slyly, “What we’ve been doing for a year now is illegal, my love. But that’s not what matters….” She squeezed my hand, “What matters is that it has meaning for you and me. I don’t care if the IRS gives us trouble, or if the cops come to haul us away.” She held both my hands in hers as she knelt next to me on our bed, “No matter what laws we break or institutions we offend, more than anything I could ever desire in this world, I want to be your wife.” Looking up at me, her voice quivering, she asked, “Will you marry me?”

As she said this, I felt the blood rush to my genitals and I grew hard, a development difficult to ignore as my cock rose up between us. We both laughed.

“I’ll take that as a “yes,”‘ she said, and again we laughed.

I took her in my arms and kissed her passionately. She took my cock in her hands and straddling me, put it to good use, slipping it inside her.

“Let’s celebrate our engagement…”

2.

“This is crazy,” I laughed, looking out from the dashboard as we drove along the highway. I was feeling decidedly uncomfortable in my newly purchased three-piece blue suit from Sears. The tie was choking me, and with growing frustration I tried to loosen it, but to no avail.

“Are you nervous?” she asked, her head on my shoulder as I drove. She wore a simple cream colored halter dress, which fell just above the knee. Her auburn-black shoulder length hair fell softly around her shoulders. She wore matching heels. Sitting beside me her knees looked fetching as they poked out from underneath her frock, and I placed my free hand upon her.

“A bit…” I answered.

I didn’t want to let on, but knowing we were about to try to put one over on the court, that gave me the shakes. Of course, as my mother had said, we’d been doing something illegal for well over a year; but that was in the privacy of our home. This was a public event and in a courthouse, no less! There was no denying the outlandishness of our endeavor, but we were committed.

We didn’t have to go far to find a state with minimum requirements for a marriage license; one piece of ID, no blood test and no waiting period. As we approached the County Clerk’s office to apply for the license, we looked at each other and took a breath.

“Step one. No turning back now! “she said, holding my hand. I opened the heavy door for her, and we strode inside.

It was surprisingly easy to get the license. This was years before computers and the internet made everything about a person instantly available. All we were required to show was our driver’s licenses. My mother offered to show her birth certificate as well, but the clerk was uninterested. Initially he rolled his eyes a bit at the age difference, but as there was no law other than cultural convention, he let it pass. My mother showed her divorce decree, and I had a new license with a new surname, taken from my maternal grandmother. Happily, the process was run-of-the mill and about as dull as toast. The fee was paid, the license handed over, and the clerk waved us on our way; “Next” he said. He might as well have been saying “Congratulations”.

Having completed one hurdle, we were anxious to finish the task, and we made our way to the courthouse down the street. We had an hour to kill before our appointment with the Judge; we stopped for coffee at a local diner, and knowing we needed witnesses, we found two willing patrons to help us out.

There was a flower shop right there on the street, and despite our rush, I wasn’t going to pass by without buying my fiancé a bouquet.

The four of us hurried to the courthouse. I recall pacing back and forth for an eternity outside the judge’ s chambers. As I wore a path in the marble tile, I fondled the rings in my pocket. Nothing fancy, two simple gold bands; but they were all I could afford. We didn’t care about their monetary value, it was their symbolic value that mattered.

Finally, the heavy oak door opened and a smiling young couple, followed by their witnesses, exited the offices. I looked at my mother, took her hand and together, taking a deep breath, we entered the chamber.

In every aspect of my life, except this one, I’d been a law-abiding citizen. I’d always been someone who followed the rules; strangely enough(given our situation), my mother was the same. But here we were, in the center place of the rule of law within this community, about to commit fraud, without a second thought or a tinge of regret. We both believed in marriage, but marriage as a union of two people in love, committed to one another, through thick and thin, no matter what may come. But the specifics of the law as written then, failed both its spirit and the true meaning Casibom Yeni Giriş of the ritual; too many people who shared an abiding love were denied the sanctity of marriage. We were two such people, but we were determined to bend convention to our need.

And so as we stood in the judge’s chambers, with all of its venerable accoutrements conveying the power and durability of the law, we felt righteous in our subversion of its tenets.

“Jeremy, do you take Jean to be your lawful wedded wife? To love, honor and cherish and protect her, forsaking all others….” I wanted to shout my answer from the rooftops for all the world to hear;

“I do.”

“With this ring, I thee wed….” Could this really be happening? It was a moment out of some fevered dream, and yet it was real. Telling it to you now, it might as well be a story about flying men from Mars, an impossible tale that could never happen; but like the fall of the Berlin Wall and the collapse of the Soviet Union, it did.

“…I now pronounce you man and wife….” man and wife, mother and son; a perfect circle, the end connecting back to the beginning to the end. There was no end to our love. I knew then

I’d been born for no other reason but to be her lover, her mate; she’d made me to be so and through her I’d come into the world to love her, cherish her, protect her; this was all I’d been created for, all I wanted to do.

We gazed at each other, giddy in disbelief. The judge continued;

“You may now kiss your bride.”

“Holy shit,” I sputtered, to everyone’s amusement. “Your bride.” If you’re flabbergasted at the thought of it, try to imagine our feelings at the time. Laughing seemed the only rational response; the incongruities made our heads spin.

We kissed to end the ceremony, the witnesses clapped, we thanked the judge, said our farewells and walked hand in hand as man and wife from the courthouse out into the street.

In the end, it was surprisingly easy to subvert the law and get married. As we stood on the courthouse steps, we looked at each other, relieved and feeling that for once, anything was possible in this world.

3.

“What now?” I asked as we looked out at the small city, the hustle and bustle of everyday life, indifferent to the two of us standing there hand in hand.

“The world hasn’t changed,” I said, smiling at my new wife.

“But we have!” She answered.

I picked her up in my arms, and holding her aloft, swinging her in the air, kissed her for all the world to see. We laughed, giddy as two children.

“I’m so happy,” she giggled, as I held her there above the world.

We were both buzzed. Neither of us thought it could really happen, and yet it had. It wasn’t a tragedy, it wasn’t “Oedipus”. The cops didn’t come to haul us away. No one was pointing at us a la “Invasion of the Body Snatchers”. The world didn’t end.

There were no self-recriminations, no regrets. We had done what we had done in full awareness of the cultural taboos we had crossed and we accepted our isolation from traditional morays. We reveled in the incestuous nature of our love, knowing in our hearts it was the strength of our love that had enabled us to break through the ancient, oppressive cultural barriers, rendering them impotent and meaningless.

“We have to celebrate,” I said, eager to embrace our wedding day. “Do you want to go somewhere nice, to get something to eat?”

She smiled, a mischievous smile, “Food isn’t what I’m hungry for right now.”

“Oh, boy…” I laughed.

We had planned a short honeymoon at a hotel by the shore, about an hour or so away. The girls were being watched by my grandmother, and we were making it a long weekend. We’d concocted a little story about visiting a small college where I might continue my studies, having completed my Associate’s Degree the year before.

It was Thursday. We found the car, and headed out of town. Despite my new wife’s hunger for things other than food, we thought it best to stop and have lunch, so we found a quaint little place on the way.

It was mid-afternoon by the time we checked in at the hotel. The clerk at the desk was polite and perky and liked small talk. “What brings you to the shore this weekend?” (It was off-season)

“We’re just married,” I answered.

The clerk’s eyes lit up. “Newlyweds? Is this your honeymoon?”

“Well…kind of,”I was embarrassed. “Just for now. We’ve got a trip planned for the summer.” I lied.

” Oh, this is so exciting!” Clearly, the hotel business wasn’t that exciting at this particular time of the year.

“I’ll give you our nicest room.” She looked through her room listings and found the “Honeymoon suite”. The name was a misnomer, the room wasn’t normally reserved for honeymooners, and very few(if any) newlyweds made this hotel their post-reception destination. But there were some amenities.

Gleefully, she announced, “There’s a jacuzzi just down the hall from your room! We just put it in, it’s brand new!” She gave us the key with a wink; ” I’ll have something nice sent up from room service; our compliments.”

It wasn’t the kind of hotel that was likely to have a good vintage champagne, and not surprisingly there was no porter to help us with our luggage.

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I woke from a nightmare, finding myself wound up tight in the sheets– one of those bad dreams where your own cries wake you. Les knocked at my door, asking if I was all right. I kicked the sheets, uncoiling my body, and told him I was fine.

“To see the world in a grain of sand,” I said to myself. I knew what that meant now. William Blake was right.

God appears, and God is Light,
To those poor souls who dwell in Night;
But does a Human Form display
To those who dwell in realms of Day.

I stretched my arms and legs spread eagle, then kicked my feet, slap, slap, slap against the mattress. God, what freedom! I fluffed the pillow and smothered myself with it, then warmed my palms on the top of the quilt, rubbing them up and down, tracing the basket weave pattern in the quilt. All the simple tactile messages I’d missed, I now horded. The sun shining from the bay window baked me underneath like God’s toaster oven, and I relished it. I used to hesitate to set foot on a cold hardwood floor– now I couldn’t wait for the experience. It meant I was alive and moving.

It is true. I appreciated life more, after all my agony. “Joy and woe are woven fine,/ A clothing for the soul divine.”

While the pads of my feet were having their own little party on the floor, I heard the timid knock again and knew Les wouldn’t leave.

When I opened the door to go downstairs, I freaked– there stood Les with a dopey grin in pink bunny slippers, purple chenille bathrobe and orange polka dot flannels.

“You look like hell,” he told me.

“Me?! I guess I didn’t take you serious enough when you told me you wanted to run away and join the circus,” I laughed. “All you need is a red nose and a unicycle– “

He cleared his throat, raising his right eyebrow.

“I…” he began, bowing dramatically, “…wore this outlandish affair you bought for me in your honor–”

“But I don’t think I expected you to wear them all at the same time,” I suppressed a laugh.

“Yes you did?! Don’t you remember?!”

“Yeah.. er, well.. ok… I guess,” I stammered then turned tail and started down the stairs. He did the brotherly love thing– he yanked my hair and pulled me back.

I turned around to do the other brotherly love thing– tackle him to the ground, but I pulled back when he pointed down at his feet and leaned back on his heals, backing off.

“Hey, stop. See? Ah-h, the slippers are soft and squishy. You don’t remember saying that to me, do you? You’re the one who told me that! You can remember– just try harder. You told me, ‘These are the best– they’re soft and squishy and sure to make your toes curl.’ Hey, and look! I’m curling my toes right now in shear comfort, but you can’t see ’cause Mr. Bunny Wabbit’s in the way.”

I started back down the stairs. He followed behind me, saying, “Hop, hop, hop!”

“Back off Les! Shit, you’re scaring me. You keep watching me like I’m some magician’s white rabbit. I’m not going to friggin’ disappear!”

“Well, excuse me for caring!”

“I’m sorry, ok? I’m sorry I don’t remember. Pink bunny, white rabbit– I’m sorry! I’ll be better after I had my coffee and use the bathroom…” I yelled, throwing up my arms.

I felt awful when I turned and looked into his face. He had that damn pouty bottom lip quivering, turning my heart to raspberry sauce. But I was glad I didn’t take it back, especially after I heard him behind me in that lilting sing-song voice of his chanting, “Bunny hop, bunny hop, bunny hop, hop…”

Well, if you can’t beat– join ’em. I sang along with him on the way to the bathroom. “The Bunny Hop” echoed down the hall all the way to the bathroom. I turned around when I got to the door and waved bye to Les. At least he didn’t hippity-hop on my tail into the bathroom while I was taking a piss.

After, I dried my hands, humming, and inspected my fingernails (which I still had), then opened the door and found him marching back and forth like a sentry.

The mood had changed. I felt like I had a fuzzy, purple body guard–

I decided not to say anything else smart ass to him. Hell, he was just concerned about me. I kinda wished he’d hop on my heals into the kitchen–

“Smells good. I’ll have a cup of that,” I said to Glenda with a yawn.

I sat down to the table– and watched Les rub his chin and grin at me. Glenda sat down, warming both hands around her coffee mug. She looked at Les and smiled.

My coffee sat in front of me, and I stared down into it like it contained the mysteries of the universe.

“That’s coffee, ya know,” Les said. “It ain’t tea leaves.”

Maybe if I looked harder I could see my future.

Second thought, maybe I didn’t want to look…

“Um, I need cream and sugar…”

They both jumped. Les pushed the sugar bowl over to me. Glenda poured cream in my coffee. She even stirred it for me. Made me feel kinda goofy and safe with both of them hovering over me.

“Thanks,” I said. Glenda leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Geeze.

“Hey, he’s blushing. Casibom That’s a good sign, don’t ya think, Glenda?” I could feel my cheeks getting hotter, so I took another gulp of coffee to hide my face.

“What would you like for breakfast? I could make pancakes, waffles–” she bent her head to look at me. When that didn’t work, she slipped her fingers under my chin and tilted my head up, catching my eyes, “–or maybe a bowl of cereal?”

“Cereal would be good. But if you don’t mind, I’d like to take it upstairs.”

She poured my cereal and set it down in front of me. I hated the disappointed look on her face. I decided to compromise and eat my cereal at the table, but I took my second cup of coffee upstairs and went back to my room to research anew.

Les still followed me, but he got the message that I wanted to be alone when I shut the door gently in his face.

Sometimes you just can’t be too subtle.

My eyes were scratchy again, and I set down my coffee on my desk then, rubbed them with my palms until I thought I’d pushed them out the back of my head. I stretched out to press on the PC’s power button, then leaned back and took a sip of coffee. I waited for Windows to load.

God, I thought, coffee in the morning is almost as good as sex. How I missed coffee. How I missed the morning.

Almost as good as sex, but not quite.

Sid’s cock burns me; it’s that bright moment of pleasure/pain as he forces hard into that last tiny space. His heat is liquid, centering my groin, then spreading to my heart then face. He moves achingly slow, fingers digging into my hipbones, mouth teasing my earlobes with nips and licks. His hand achingly slow, skitters past my bellybutton, down, down. Firm and sure, grasping my cock as he bites my shoulder and thrusts harder. My thighs shake and strain to get more of him, everything he is, inside of me…

Stop daydreaming. Fuck! Now, I had a hard on. This wasn’t good. Even coffee was making me horny. I lifted it up and looked at it– must be fresh roasted.

I sighed and clicked on my bookmarks.

Shit.

How could that be? I scratched my nose. There was a folder titled ‘time travel.’ I knew I was tired last night, but I didn’t remember creating a folder.

I opened the folder. Inside were at least fifty links.

Not mine.

The Wes in this time did the same thing as I did. He’d researched the same subject. I checked My Documents. He (I) had mountains of research.

I’d been reading for almost two hours, and my mind was getting fuzzy. My God, I’d done a lot of research. The more I read, the more I realized I was over my head. Without a background in physics, I was lost. Some of it made sense, but most was too technical for me to even begin to understand. I’d found a NOVA site, which was a bit more my speed. Written in plain English so a novice (like me) could understand. It made me wonder, just how much did my counterpart understand? I know he didn’t have a background in science. He must have been as confused as me…

What was left of my coffee was long cold, but I swallowed the last of it. Then I noticed something most curious– I’d kept a journal– a live journal. Here was the link!

This was so fucking hard to decipher. And why would he keep a link to it for someone to find? Maybe I did want someone to find it. I wondered…

Fuck! I needed the password. What would I use?

I got it in two tries.

captaincrunch.

Shit, he was me. Maybe he did want the other me to find it. Maybe that’s why he left it in plain sight. Or maybe he wanted Les or Glenda to find it. Shit. But no way– he would have used a different password. One they would know. This is a password for me. Only me.

The inner thoughts of me– or not me– was incredibly exciting. It was like eves-dropping on your alter ego. Me and not me. Cool.

So much for having fingernails– I chewed them off one by one as I began to read.

———————-

19, June 2003 Decided I should keep some kind of record of what has happened to me. Have been reading much on time travel. Since I got into this place (new reality???) I’ve been confused, yet I know what’s gone on before which is pretty freaky to me. My family is much the same. Glenda is still uptight about mortals and can’t get over Peter. Lancaster (who keeps telling me to call him Uncle Dan) isn’t around much. Les is as kind and sweet as ever.

I tried hard to blend into this time and space. I think I’ve convinced them, but every so often I catch Glenda looking at me like she knows. Part of me wants to confide in her– in someone. But past experience tells me that’s not such a good idea. Last time I confided in Les, he blabbed to everyone. That was the last time line. Now I’m here because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Fucking Peter Deal. I can see why Glenda’s not with him (at least the Peter Deal I knew in the last time line– who knows what this one’s like). If he hadn’t told Trent, then the community would never have found out, and Shackleton never would Casibom Giriş have found me either.

The band is the same. Same members. Same groupies– Sidney Raymond included. What is it with him?

———————-

Damn! He was like me. Traveling in time! This was incredible. I wondered. Now I was sure. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that the Wes in this time line had the same ability and used it… And some of his experiences sounded similar to mine– like the off hand comments about Peter, Trent and the community. Sounded as if Les was my alter ego’s confident.

I scrolled down to the next entry.

———————-

06, July 2003 Spent the day at the lake with Alan, Lynn and Sid. Sunburned my back so bad I can’t sleep. Sheets hurt like a bitch even when I lie perfectly still.

Fuck.

Wish I would have learned to fall asleep on my stomach (at least in one time line LOL).

It’s all Lynn’s fault. She refused to rub sun block on my back after Sid offered to do it. Kept giggling and saying, ‘Make him happy; let Sid do it.’ Some best friend she is… I almost let him do it, then Alan made a smart ass remark about me getting a hard on. Shit.

Then to make it all worse, Sid had to go and get close to me in the water. Why doesn’t Sid just drop it? I’m not interested. I suppose I should be flattered.

The guy never gives up. Even after I pushed him away in the water, he still kept offering to rub sun block on my back when we went back to the beach.

11, July 2003 Is it possible I’m in an alternate universe? I think so. I’ve always had a problem believing I could change time. All the paradoxes and such. The more I’ve read on the internet and at the university makes me believe I’ve never changed time at all– just moved from one parallel universe to another. That way there are no temporal paradoxes. A person could go back in time and change history, killing their grandfather and still exist because by doing so they’ve created an alternate universe. No more paradoxes!

Shit, that means I’ve left some other version of me to deal with the messes I left in the other times. Not a comforting thought. I wonder if Les or other like me could alter time too? It would make sense.

———————-

If he’s right, then we must have changed places. And if that We was in the time I came from– he’d be with Sid..

With Sid.

———————-

17, July 2003 Shackleton is in town again. He’s bad news in any universe. Uncle Dan doesn’t want Les and I to leave the house. The band went to play at the Falls last night. When we got home, I thought Lancaster was going to kill us both. Glenda said she’d lock us in our rooms if she had to.

Christ, you’d think I was in high school again.

Seems I can’t escape Shackleton no matter what I do. I have no interest in becoming his personal guinea pig again, so maybe I better listen to them and stick close to home.

19, July 2003 I’ve been wondering if there are some things you just can’t change even if you’re in an alternate universe. Maybe there are some events that aren’t solid, and others that can never be altered. Maybe it’s inevitable that Shackleton finds me.

21, July 2003 Shackleton’s gone. Left on a jet to the other side of the country. We are released from prison.

Thinking I should get my own place. Or maybe switch universes (just kidding). Don’t think switching universes again would be a good idea. Not until I understand more. Maybe not ever. I don’t really want to try out ‘free will’ again, alter time or switch universes. It takes so much out of me. And what if I’m not really changing things? At least not in the big picture…

———————-

I was beginning to agree with what this Wes was thinking. Maybe there are some things which can never be changed. Still, I liked to believe in the whole idea of free will. All this reminded me of the conversations Sid and I had even before we knew time could be altered…

God, I was just running William Blake through my brain when I woke up. Now, it was even more poignant: “He who doubts from what he sees/ Will ne’er believe, do what you please…” Sid believed with everything in him that he had the power to affect his future. I wanted more than anything to believe the same. Still, some things are meant to happen. Like Sid and I.

As I read on, I was becoming convinced of it.

———————-

28, July 2003 The band was really on tonight. Had the crowd insanely dancing and screaming. Nothing better than the amps’ vibration and enthusiasm. I thought Smith was going to fuck Les on stage. Les told me, he thinks he might be gay.

Duh?!

12, August 2003 Went to the ‘after’ party last night. Think I may have had too much to drink. Sid kissed me, and I kissed him back. That’s never happened before. The worst part is, Alan walked in on us. Called into work sick today. Don’t want to hear Alan’s taunting.

12, August 2003 Sid called. Casibom Yeni Giriş Wants me to come over. Told him I’m sick, and that’s why I’m at home. He said he thought maybe I was avoiding Alan and not really sick.

Part of me wants to go over to his place. But no good would come out of this. I’ve heard the lecture from Glenda and Uncle Dan too many times. No good comes out of a relationship with a mortal. Trouble is where’s a guy supposed to find a hot immortal piece of ass? Not like it’s so easy to find. Not like I can meet someone on the Internet. And Sid is always there. He’s starting to look good. I think maybe my brain got jumbled this last time when I switched.

Still, no word about where Shackleton is or what he’s up to…

28, September 2003 Avoiding Sid is becoming more and more difficult. The guy never gives up. At least when I told him not to call anymore, he listened to that. Still, he hangs out at the flower shop and comes every night to whatever bar we happen to be playing at. I tried being rude, but it didn’t work.

Kissing him was the biggest mistake of my life.

15, November 2003 A lot has changed. Went to party at Alan’s last week. Sid entrapped me on tire swing. Wouldn’t let me off. Not until I kissed him again. Did it just so he’d leave me alone.

Actually, that’s a big lie. I wanted to kiss him. I’ve wanted to since he kissed me the last time. I’m tired of being horny 24-7.

I went home with him. Guess who’s not a virgin anymore 😉

Had to tell Uncle Dan and Glenda I spent the weekend with some girl. They were pissed, but I told them she wasn’t from around here. That made Glenda a little happier.

I wonder… is it possible to change back to the previous time line once you’ve left it? Just wondering because if the Wes from this time line comes back, he might not be so happy I’m sleeping with Sid. Not unless, I am him, in which case, I’m ok with it.

I think…

01, January, 2004 I am most certainly and positively in love.

I’ve come to the conclusion that I probably would fall for him in any plane of reality…

15, February, 2004 Big trouble. Sid wants me to meet his parents. He thinks I should come out of the closet. The shitty part is that Sidney would understand if I told him the real truth. He’d probably give up his mortality like Peter did for Glenda. I’ve seen what it did to Peter. NO way I want that for Sid. Now I know why Glenda was so adamant about not getting involved with mortals.

I think I should break up with him.

16, February 2004 Tried to break up with Sid. I couldn’t do it. I started to tell him, next thing I knew he had my pants off. Afterward, I knew I couldn’t do it. Instead, I tried to explain to him why no one could know about the two of us. I let him believe that my family would never accept my being gay.

He thinks I should tell them. Says keeping it a secret is a big mistake.

(Found out today that I can move objects with my mind– fucking cool)

29, March 2004 Found letters in Lancaster’s room. He’s been keeping deeper and darker secrets than mine. For example: What I am. What we are.

I feel like I’ve just finished watching a marathon of The Outer Limits. Once Glenda told me we were from another planet, and I thought she was joking. This explains loads. Why some mortals can become like us… Where Mica came from and our interdependence with Mica.

We left our universe and came here. And we did it the same way I got here– by moving from one universe to another. In some plane of reality, everyone is like me…

But somehow we lost the ability. Or maybe coming to this time altered us so we could not leave. Until now. Until me.

It’s all in that flower. In Mica. It’s the same here and there (where ever the heck that is).

I think Glenda and Uncle Dan suspect. Uncle Dan must or he wouldn’t have left all the letters out for me to read.

I didn’t realize how much danger I was in until now. I know why Shackleton wants me. He wants to go back. What I don’t understand is why that would be such a bad thing?

08, May 2004 Shackleton is in town again. Last night we got a call from Uncle Dan at the club we were playing at. After our gig, I told Sid I couldn’t see him for awhile. He got really pissed off. Said I was denying what I was. I left with Les and went straight home. Sid called me later that night. Told me I had to make up my mind. Either I was with him and gay or without him.

I said, ‘I guess I’m without you then.’ He hung up and didn’t call back.

09, May 2004 Shackleton confronted me at work today in the back greenhouse. The sleaze pushed himself against me and said he was going to get what I had. Went home sick.

10, May 2004 Going to meet Sidney after work today. Am worried that Shackleton might have been following me. He might know about Sid. Decided I owed Sid the truth. He has to understand he might be in danger too.

11, May 2004 Sid didn’t believe me. Said if I wanted to get rid of him, I could do it without making up some big crazy lie. I almost slammed the car door on my hand just to prove to him I was an immortal alien life form. I said fuck it. Then said lots of hurtful things to him. With the scene I made, no way Shackleton would trouble him.

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Fictional family explores bi sex. All characters would be over 18 if they real. No connection to any actual people.

*****

Finally! My stepdad, Bill, headed out to the driveway with his golf clubs for his Saturday morning ritual with his friends. My Mom, Peggy, had already left to start her Saturday ritual of shopping for hours and hours. Now I, Johnny, could start my Saturday morning ritual.

Looking out the bedroom window as Bill loaded his clubs into his car and drove off, I untied my pajama bottoms and let them fall to the floor. Nude, I headed right into their bedroom and opened the door to their closet. Months ago I had discovered that Bill keeps a stack of the most amazing porn mags hidden behind a pile of sweaters on the top shelf in the closet.

These weren’t the usual softcore Playboy style mags showing naked women. These were hardcore sex magazines showing every graphic detail of people engaged in all sorts of sexual activity. For a young high school kid I had been studying advanced sexual techniques unknown to most guys my age and jerking off every chance I had when they left me alone in the house.

The variety is what intrigued me. Bill seemed to like all kinds of sex. It hadn’t occurred to me that Mom would be into them yet. There were lesbian focused magazines, group sex, gay sex, interracial couples (always white women fucking really well hung black guys), gangbangs and my most favorite of all, bisexual men and women fucking each other.

Today I hit the jackpot. Bill had bought a new bisexual magazine! I was already hard by the time I opened the closet door but now I was really hot. I knelt in the doorway of the closet with the pile of magazines in front of me thinking I was going to jerk off at least 5 times before lunch. The new one was right on top of the pile so I started turning the pages.

There were 2 men. One looked to be around 40 and the other looked to be around 20 with a very pretty girlfriend of the same age. The magazine was Swedish so I couldn’t read any of the captions but who cares about reading anyway. The pictures told the story! The scenario appeared to be this young couple was meeting the older man at a bar. By the third page they were in a bedroom with the young couple on the bed and the older man watching from a chair in the corner.

The idea of watching people have sex always excited me. Almost every night I listened to my parents having sex from my bed and jerked off imaging what positions they were in and what they looked like when those moans and gasps got louder and louder. Mom especially made a lot of noise when she came and even through their closed bedroom door I could hear it clearly making me wish I could see them as well.

By the 6th page, the older man was naked too and was standing at the edge of the bed so the girl could suck his very large cock while her boyfriend fucked her from behind. All 3 of them were very attractive. I was attracted to the men as much as the women. His gay magazines always turned me on even after looking at them 20 times! Imagining myself sucking cock or even fucking a guy was always part of my sexual fantasies as long as I could remember.

Turning the page, they had moved to a new position. Now the young man was on his back with his girlfriend riding his cock. The older man was kneeling beside him so the young man could suck his cock. The next few pictures showed close-ups of the girl joining her boyfriend in sucking his cock. That looked so hot to me. I was feeling ready to come and I hadn’t even started touching myself yet.

Turning the pages slowly, savoring each photo of the trio taking new positions, I was totally absorbed in my lustful fantasies about how great it must be to fuck like that. Sucking a man’s cock while fucking a hot girl, a man fucking me while I fucked her, getting my cock sucked while he fucked me, watching them fuck. There were so many combinations to explore. I touched the head of my aching cock and got ready to shoot my first load of the morning lost in my fantasies.

In seconds the first, powerful spurt of thick, very white come shot into the bathroom cup I always used. Ever since I saw a picture of a man swallowing a mouthful of come, I made it a point to swallow my own come. Wiping it off my stomach with my fingers and licking them clean soon progressed to swallowing whole mouthfuls from my trusty cup. Sometimes I would fill the cup with 3 or 4 loads before drinking it to get the full effect of swallowing 2 or 3 mouthfuls of come at a time. As I drank, I always thought how hot it will be when I got to eat another man’s come.

Today I quickly drained the cup and cleaned the remaining few drops from the tip of my cock with my finger and licked it clean. Now that my first orgasm was done, I wanted to get back to get right back to the serious business of jerking off several more times before lunch! I searched through the pile for my favorite gay magazine. The nude men had me hard again in no Casibom time.

I was always turned on by the sight of well hung men. My own cock was bigger than many of the men in the photos, I noticed long ago, but men with cocks bigger than mine always got me thinking about sucking them or what it would be like to let them fuck me. My natural tendency was towards being a bottom. Some of the men had really big cocks but the other guys seemed to enjoy having it buried in their ass. Kneeling naked on the floor contemplating that while I stroked my hard cock, it never registered with me that it had been raining for the last 30 minutes.

“Oh sorry.” Bill said standing in the doorway to the bedroom. Stunned, I looked up at him trying to process how I could possibly explain what I was doing. My hand was still wrapped around my totally erect cock with all his porn mags piled in front of me. Instantly I knew I was up the creek without a paddle as they say.

Silently I started to reassemble the magazines into a neat pile. Maybe I could pretend I was invisible, I thought. “Sorry Bill.” I sheepishly whispered. Then he surprised me.

He laughed. “Please Johnny don’t be embarrassed. I know this awkward but to tell you the truth that is exactly what I was planning on doing. I had no idea that you liked our magazines too.” Not the reaction I was expecting at all. I started breathing again.

“I was your age once too you know. There is absolutely nothing wrong with being horny all the time.” He laughed. “You are supposed to be!” I noticed he was looking at my cock while he talked. My erection started to recover from the initial shock.

“You don’t have to be afraid to talk about your sexual thoughts with me Johnny. Your mom and I know you getting to the age where it would be time for us to start talking to you about it. A handsome stud like you is going have plenty of hot young ladies after you. Maybe some guys too.” He added acknowledging that he had noticed which one of the magazines I was looking at when he came in.

“Come sit on the bed and let’s talk. I should start by being honest with you about why I have these magazines.” He said as he bent down to pick up the pile from the floor and sat down next to me on the bed. “I might as well just come out and say it. I am bisexual and your mom is too. We are extremely open minded about sex Johnny so you don’t have to be afraid to talk about anything with us. Are you OK with that?”

I nodded. Words weren’t coming out of my mouth yet as I let what Bill had just told me sink in. My Mom was bisexual? Bill was too? It started to occur to me that they must do the things I had been looking at in the magazines. Holy shit!

“Let me start by being open with you about myself and your mom. Everything I am going to tell you are things your mom and I have already agreed that we wanted to share with you when the time was right. Today seems to be that time so here I go.”

“We are what are called swingers Johnny. That means that we enjoy meeting other couples and sometimes single men or women and have sex with them. What makes swingers different from regular couples is the fact that they enjoy sharing their partners with others without being jealous. We both are totally into it. That is why the last thing I want you to feel is any inhibitions about sex. We both want you to feel free to explore all your sexual desires without guilt.”

“Most of the couples we get together with are bisexual too so there is no restriction on who has sex with who. I love watching your mom having sex with men and women and she enjoys watching me do the same. I think she enjoys watching me fuck the guys the best though!” he laughed.

“You like to fuck guys? Do you mean you like to be the top?” I finally managed to form some sentences.

“Most of the time I like being the top but sometimes I enjoy being the bottom too. That’s called being versatile. Tell me Johnny have you thought about which one you would like to be?”

“When I look at the guys fucking I usually imagine myself on the bottom. Especially when the guy has a really big cock. But sometimes I think about being the top too so I guess I am versatile too.” Talking about sex was getting easier!

“That’s cool. You just go with the flow. I like really big cocks too! Wait until you meet Larry! He has the biggest cock I have ever seen in person. 12 inches. Your mom measured it one night when he was getting ready to fuck Bob Preston that lives across the street. I like to suck big cocks but haven’t had one that big in my ass yet.”

My head was spinning. His friend Larry that he plays golf with has been over at the house many times. He has 12 inches! Bill wants me to see it! Our neighbors the Preston’s are swingers! This conversation is really getting me hot now.

“You are really developing into a hunk Johnny. Your mom and I talked about whether or not it would be OK to introduce you to some of our swinger friends so they could show Casibom Giriş you how to have sex or whether it would be better if we showed you ourselves. Your mom gets really hot thinking about fucking you. So do I.” Bill said as he placed his hand on my thigh.

The prospect of actually having sex right there with Bill made my answer very easy. The look in his eye left no doubt about what he wanted. “I think I would like you and mom to teach me.”

“Stand up and let me look at you.” My cock was pointing right at the ceiling as I stood in front of Bill and let him devour me with his eyes. He put his hands on my hips and turned me around so he could admire my ass. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on me and all the sports I played were getting me more muscular by the season.

Strangely, I felt comfortable posing nude for him. My cock twitched as he caressed my ass and then turned me around again. “Why don’t we start by me showing you how great it is to have a man suck your cock?”

My smile told him all he needed to know. I gasped when he leaned forward and sucked half of my cock into his mouth. He looked up at me as he slowly let it slide out of his mouth. His tongue circled the head. “You just let yourself come when you are ready. I can’t wait to taste it and swallow every drop.” Then he took the whole length of my cock down his throat.

My knees buckled. I looked down at his lips buried against my pubic hair. As great as I thought a blowjob would be, this was better. Bill started to pump my cock in and out of his mouth, taking the full length effortlessly. His hands on my ass gently pulled me towards him each time he swallowed my cock. What a day I thought!

“That feels so great Bill. I love it. I am going to come soon. Oh shit Bill here it comes!” Seconds later the most intense orgasm I ever had shot loads of come into Bill’s mouth. Not a drop escaped and he licked my cock clean before letting go of it. Naturally, without any thought of hesitation, I bent down and kissed him.

Breathing hard, I managed to whisper how much I loved it. Bill smiled and kissed me back, this time with an open mouth. Then I noticed Bill had pulled his pants down while he was blowing me. My hand brushed against his very hard cock and automatically started stroking it. “I want to make you come Bill. Can I suck it? Will you show me how?”

“I thought you would never ask!” he laughed. “Kneel down Johnny and get my pants off. Let’s be naked!” Bill unbuttoned his shirt and removed it while I untangled his pants and underwear from around his ankles and pulled them off.

Looking up at him at saw his balls were totally hairless and he had just a small patch of hair above his cock. “Nice hairdo!” I joked.

“Don’t you worry about that right now young man. Just get that cock in your mouth. We can talk about waxing later.” Bill was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs open, letting his balls hang freely in front of me. I moved in closer and held his cock with both hands. He was about the same size as me but thicker. And very hard. With a huge head that I was looking right at. “Go ahead Johnny put the head in your mouth.”

Having a cock in my mouth for the first time didn’t seem at all shocking to me. I fantasized about it so many times I was focused on learning how to do it right. I wanted to give Bill as much pleasure as he had given me. I looked up at him and said “I want to taste your come too. All of it.” and then returned to sucking him.

Trying to swallow him was not working. I could only get a few inches in my mouth before my gag reflex kicked in. Bill noticed “Don’t worry about deepthroating. That’s not something you learn on your first try. Your mom will teach you. After all, she taught me! Sucking the head is fine.”

I used my tongue on the sensitive spot near the tip bringing a moan from Bill. “Keep that up boy and you will have a load shooting in your face.” Bill was breathing heavy and resting his hands on my shoulders as my head bobbed up and down on his cock. No time for talking as I was really into sucking him now.

After a few minutes Bill said I was doing great. “Try licking those balls too. That’s why I keep them smooth. That’s it, gently, I love that.” I carefully wrapped my hand around his sac and held the balls out so I could lick them both. Running my tongue back and forth over them I thought how I need to get my balls waxed too.

Soon I was back to sucking his cock, faster this time. He was getting ready to come so I kept up a fast, steady rhythm with my mouth and hand stroking his shaft. “Get ready. The first spurt will be hard so try to take it on the top of your mouth so it doesn’t go right down your throat.” Bill was struggling to speak as he was breathing so heavy. “Then swallow it and get ready for the next spurt.”

A few seconds later, that first spurt hit and filled my mouth with come. The force surprised me and I pulled back for a second letting the end of the spurt hit Casibom Yeni Giriş my cheek. I recovered quickly though and swallowed what was in my mouth and wrapped my lips around his cock to get some more. I managed to swallow the rest of his come easily, enjoying the taste.

“Oh my god, Johnny. You are a natural!” Bill said as his cock finally stopped spurting. He took both hands and held me face up as he bent down and licked the come off my cheek. French kissing a man with come in his mouth was so sensual, I thought, as we held that kiss for a very long time.

I was ready for more but Bill brought me back to earth. “Calm down boy. We will have plenty of time for more tonight. Your mom will want to be with us so let’s save our energy. I loved the way you sucked me.” Bill kissed me again. “Listen up Johnny this is important. You cannot talk to anybody, not your best friend, not anybody about we do together. That is rule number 1. Promise?”

I nodded in agreement. “Now go get ready for your practice. Your mom will be home soon and I want to talk to her about what we did. She is going to love it. The dinner conversation tonight is going to be a little different!” Bill patted my ass and shooed me out of the room.

Even though I was still horny, I tried to remember what Bill said. There would be plenty of time for more sex later. What he and I did I knew was not a onetime thing. Mom was going to be involved! Not wanting to show up to practice with a hardon, I figured I better learn to stop thinking about all the things I wanted to try until later. Working out with the guys was more fun than usual. During the summer, the football players held these informal workouts every day to keep us thinking about the upcoming season. I was energized.

When I got home, Mom was alone in the kitchen working on the salad. “Bill is cooking today, Honey. Steak tips and salad is on the menu. I would kiss you but you are so sweaty and smelly!” she laughed. It relaxed me that she was acting normally towards me. No tension at all. “Go shower and meet us on the patio. Dinner will be ready soon.” She said smiling.

I showered and threw on shorts and a tee shirt in a hurry. I could not wait to see how this night was going to unfold. In about 10 minutes I was walking out on the patio, freshly showered, ready to have sex with my mom and Bill.

Mom was already sitting at the table sipping a Martini. Bill was loading some great smelling steak tips on a platter at the grill. Mom looked great. She was wearing a sun dress that complimented her tan and was short enough to show off her legs. Mom was good looking but not what you would call a knockout. When you put her looks together with her slim, fit body and her magnetic personality she was really attractive. I wasn’t surprised when she married Bill who also was good looking and 5 years younger than her. They had married 3 years ago and always seemed so happy together. Now I was beginning to see why.

Bill brought the platter of meat over to the table and sat down with us. “That looks great Bill. What are you guys going to eat?” I joked trying to act nonchalant. They laughed and started putting pieces on their plates quickly before I could get them. “Nice. Stealing food from a kid.” I whined.

“Poor Johnny!” Mom laughed.

Mom then got right to the point. “So how did your day go? Anything interesting happen?” Mom coyly smiled at me.

Keeping in tune with her approach I replied “Oh no. Just the usual. Bill and I had sex and I went to practice.” I smiled coyly back. They both laughed.

“Bill mentioned something about that to me.” Mom replied. “I am glad to see that you don’t appear to be scarred for life!” Mom laughed and reached over to clasp my hand.

“I’m not Mom. I really enjoyed it. No, I loved it. It’s so exciting that you are swingers and that you have talked about including me.” I was ready to talk openly with them. Mom squeezed my hand.

“You know how much I love you Johnny. Since your Dad died I wasn’t really sure how or when to talk to you about sex but today is definitely the day. You remind me so much of him that I knew somehow that you would be bisexual too.”

“Dad was bisexual?”

“Yes honey he was. The first time I met your dad he was the guy my boyfriend invited for my first threesome. My boyfriend had convinced me, pretty easily I might add, that 2 guys are better than one. Plus he said I could see what guys do to each other too. The idea turned me beyond belief the first time I heard it.

“He was handsome and really good shape just like you are now. For the last couple of years I have been watching you develop into a spitting image of him. I knew at some point I was going to have to find out if you not only looked like him but also if you loved sex like him. Bill and I have been talking for a couple of years now about how hot you are and how we could approach you about sex without upsetting you.”

“Let me just say Mom that today hasn’t upset me at all. Bill made me feel so comfortable talking about sex with him that it seemed perfectly natural to do it with him. Kind of like I feel right now talking to you. Perfectly natural and, by the way, anxious to have sex with you.”

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Intro:

Kara is twenty-two and is very sexual. It has been a while since she has had sex. She is four foot ten inches tall and has a tiny waist, big breast, and a nice round bubble ass. She has many fantasy’s that will play out over the series of this story. I am not sure how many that will be right now but if you enjoy this story let me know. Give me some advice. Now, just to say this upfront, I am terrible at spelling and grammar. I have run it through spell check but I am sorry if there is any mistakes. Thank you in advance for reading.

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Chapter 1: Getting Ready

It was Friday night and Kara was going to go out. She had plans and she was going to succeed. First, Kara wanted to get sexy.

Kara slowly stripped out of her robe and stepped into the bubble bath. Slowly she sank down letting the warmth of the water surround her. Lavender scent filled the air around Kara and slowly caused her to relax. Kara grabbed the purple sponge and Jasmine body wash. She poured a quarter size drop of body wash onto her sponge and started rubbing her shoulders. She moved down then back up her arms before moving to her volumptiose breast. She circled the sponge around them and started to moan.

Kara dropped the sponge and continued to massage he DD’s with her hands. She slowly pulled on her nipples and released them. She continued to play with them and was getting extremely hot and wet down in her pussey, and it was not because of the water. So, Kara slowly let her right hand travel down her stomach and onto her pussey. With her left hand still on her breast she kept squeezing and moving between both breast while her right hand slowly slipped between the slit of her womanhood. She lightly rubbed her clit with two fingers and felt warmth overtake her body. She wanted more she wanted to be taken hard and fast. Slowly, Kara moved her fingers down and dipped them into her pussey. She went back to her clit then back to her hole. After a while Kara, was pounding two fingers into her hole and her palm was rubbing her clit hard as she could.

Two finger was not getting her close enough so she added a third and began to feel a stretching from within her. It was feeling so good and so right. She was pounding her fingers inside her hole, her palm was rubbing and beating on her clit and her left hand was still massaging her breasts. Slowly her orgasam crept on her causing her to scream.

“Yes, ohh yes. Finally. mmmm”

Kara was relaxed and sank even farther into the water.

Ten minutes later, the coolness of the bath was getting to her so she pulled the drain on the tub and started up the shower. She washed her hair free of the bubbles and grabbed the sponge again. She added another drop of body was and washed her stomach between her legs and down onto her legs. She placed her right foot up onto the ledge Casibom of the tub and ran the sponge over her bottom. Kara let her leg fall to the ground and placed the sponge into its holder and reached to grab her back sponge. She added a drop of body wash onto it and ran it over her back. She rinsed out her back sponge under the pulsing water and hung it back up.

Kara then grabbed the massaging head of her shower and started to run it all over her body. She saved her pussey for last and when the pulsing hit her clit she moaned from it still being too sensitive. She let it linger there and another small orgasam crept up on her.

Kara hung the shower head and grabbed her razor. She shaved her legs, underarms and pussey, after all if she was getting laid tonight she wanted to look and feel her best. Kara grabbed the shower head once more and rinsed her body then she turned off the water. She stepped out of the tub and grabbed her lotion off the sink. She rubbed the Jasmine lotion onto every inch of her skin. Slowly, Kara slid on her amethyst purple robe and matching slippers.

Walking to the bedroom Kara thought about where she was going to go for the night. She only had one thing on her mind; find a guy to hook up with. It had been six months since her and her last boyfriend broke up and even longer since she had sex. She was going on the prowl.

Looking through her closet she was looking for something sexy. She had four dresses one was too long for what she wanted so she grabbed the other three. The first dress was a candy red that was a low cut v neck and short length. The second was a more modest onyx black and the third was emerald green that was a little like the candy red. She looked between the dresses and finally decided on the candy red dress with blood red shoes.

Kara placed the two dresses not chosen into the closet and sat down at her vanity. She carefully applied her make-up and then moved on to doing her hair. Once done, her hair was in a simple, easy twist.

Kara walked over to her bed and picked up the dress. She step into the dress and shimmied it up her body. She tied the halter top strings and ran her hands down the dress to release any wrinkles. The dresses V neck low cut ended right above her navel and her cleavage out full force. Her back was bare due to the low cut back that started right at the cure of her tight bottom. The dresses bottom landed a little below the bottom curve of her bottom. Kara slid on the blood red shoes and looked in the mirror.

“Damn I look fine” Kara stated as she looked herself up and down. The only thought in her mind was “don’t bend over to much.”

Kara descended the stairs, grabbed her blood red mini clutch and keys and walked out to her car. She settled into the car and made the half hour drive to POP Club in downtown Pittsburgh. Casibom Giriş

Chapter 2: Party at the Club

Arriving at the club Kara parked in the parking garage two blocks away from the club. She walked over and skipped the line for the club. She entered POP and was hit with the smell of sweat and something fruity. The song that was playing was Ellie Goulding’s Love Me Like You Do. Kara loved this song so she immediately started to dance. To bad it was toward the end of the song because once Justin Bieber’s Sorry came on she stopped and went to the bar and ordered Virgin Peach Daiquiri.

Kara was slowly sipping her drink when this husky man came over and started to flirt with her. He was cute but definitely not her type. Kara was nice enough to him but slowly backed away and walked toward the VIP section. What she wanted tonight was some real action with someone who was going to take over her body and use it for their own pleasure as well as hers. She loved to be dominated.

Today must have been a special VIP day because the guards would not let her in, even with her VIP card. The guards said it was a private party. Kara was just about to give up when a very handsome guy came from behind the guard. Kara stared at the guy as he was talking. He was tall and muscular and had this look that he was not to be messed with.

The guard nodded at whatever the guy said because Kara was let in. She turned and thanked the guy who had gotten her in.

“Thank you”

“No problem a gorgeous girl like you belongs back here.”

Kara giggled and asked “Would you care to dance with me?”

“I can’t dance.”

“Ohh. Everyone can dance. My name is Kara by the way.”

“I’m Evan, and I can not dance.”

Kara looked at him with hunger in her eyes. At a closer glance he was tall at least 6 foot 2 and had more muscles than she anticipated. Kara was in heaven staring at his body.

“Keep looking at me like that and I may just kiss you.” Evan said.

“mmm just kiss?”

Evan grabbed her and pushed her against the wall right inside the VIP section. “Careful what you ask for.” Evan said as his lips slowly descended onto hers. He tasked like beer and man. Kara moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. She tried to get him to come closer but he would not budge and help her firmly against the wall. Kara grabbed his shoulders and squeezed to feel the muscles that lie underneath his black shirt that was hugging his body like it was painted onto him. Slowly Evan lowered Kara back onto the her feet and pulled away from her.

“Damn you taste good.”

“Th…thanks” Kara said as she looked over his body again, his blue jeans hugged his hips and all Kara could think about was how good he looked.

Evan stepped away even farther and said, “I’ll be back.” He turned and walked Casibom Yeni Giriş away giving Kara a great view of his ass as he walked. Kara moaned and thought to herself “How can I get him into my bed tonight.”

Five minutes later Evan came back with two drinks. Kara took a sip of what he handed her and coughed. “Wow that is strong” Kara said as she placed the drink onto the counter next to her.

“It’s a Peach Daiquiri. Was that not what you were drinking?”

“Ohh yea, mine was a virgin though due to that fact I’m driving.”

“Sorry let me get you another.” Evan turned to walk away but Kara reached out and grabbed his arm. “No, this is great do not worry about it.” Kara said as she slowly ran her finger up his arm.

“Kara, you are playing with fire right now” Evan said.

Kara replied, “Good.”

Kara fingers ran back down his arm and grabbed his hand. She took a step closer to him and turned around so her ass was on his crotch. Only issue was, her head came right below his diaphragm and her butt was a little lower than his crotch. Even in heels he was drastically taller then her. She moved his hand and placed it on her waist. She felt him give a little squeeze. Kara slowly started to dance against him. Kara felt Evan grow in the small of her back and that made her smile. Kara started to turn back around but Evan held her in place. “No. Keep dancing.” Evan said with a smile.

Kara went back to dancing and she felt his hands roaming. “Your body feels and looks amazing. I love that dress.” Kara smiled and placed her hand on his and moved it up onto her breast.

“MMM” Evan moaned and cupped her breast. “God you have huge tits and they feel so good.”

Kara moved his hand so it went under the material and he could feel her skin. “Bet this feels better.”

“Ohh yea. Damn girl you are turning me on” Evan stated.

“I know.” Kara replied with a smile.”

“I can not take this any more” Evan stated.

“What you mean?”

“I mean I am going to move my hands and tell my friends I am leaving then take you someplace private and have my way with you. You ok with that?”

“Hell yes” Kara said.

Evan did what he said and moved his hands and disappeared for a moment.

“Let’s go. Now.” Evan said when he came back and he grabbed her hands and dragged her from the club. Out on the street he tapped on the shoulder of one of the valet men and gave him his ticket. The guy ran down the street to get his car.

Evan turned toward Kara and asked, “Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Hell yes I am sure.”

Kara reached her hand up, grabbed the back of his smooth, bald head and pulled him down to place a kiss on his lips. The valet handed Evan the keys and opened the passenger door for Kara. “Thanks.” Kara said as she slipped into the Porsche. The door closed and Evan handed the valet money and ran to the drivers door and climbed in.

“You ready for the ride of your life.”

“Hell yes” Kara said as Evan ripped out into traffic.

TO BE CONTINUED!! Let me know your thoughts.

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The French Maid in the Sex Shop

It was Sunday morning and I rode the metro into downtown Buffalo in order to visit the sex shops. Although I had a hot session with Glen just yesterday I knew that I could not wait too long before I needed to see him again. When I left his apartment the previous day he had told me to purchase a French maid uniform before coming back.

I went into the sex shop closest to the metro line. They had also advertised that they catered to gay clientele. It was a large two room shop. Or, so I thought. The front room had its walls covered in glass encased shelves with every kind of sex toy imaginable. In the middle there were two racks overflowing with porno movies. Off to one side by the entrance there was a counter with a cash register and burly looking biker dude behind it. In the back room there were racks of costumes and role playing equipment. I saw nurse, cowboy and police costumes. There was also a small rack with very sleazy lingerie.

All of the French maid uniforms took up about a quarter of the rack on the left wall. There were about 50 of them. I spent about 10 minutes looking over them and the burly biker dude came over and asked if I needed any help. I must have turned beet red when he asked if the maid uniform was for my girlfriend. I gathered up all my courage and asked, “Where the dressing room?”

He said, “Oh!” “I didn’t realize.” “It is in the basement right at the bottom of the stairs.” He turned out to be a really nice guy and was named Choker! Choker took the time to show me the merits of the various maid uniforms and told me that since they were designed for women I would probably fit only into extra-large ones.

I chose three extra-large uniforms of various styles. All of them were black with a little white apron on the front. One was very lacy with a short puffy skirt made up of layers of lace. The second was made of plain cotton material with white lace around the edges. It was longer and would probably end at the top of my knees. The third was made of mostly satin with lace on all of the edges. Like the first one it too was very short.

Choker said that he would show me the Casibom way to the changing room and offered to give me his opinion on which one was the best. We went down the stairs to the basement which turned out to be a HUGE room chock full of BDSM equipment! I was in awe and just stood there staring until Choker said jokingly, “I would not mind having you in some of these devices.” I smiled and pulled the curtain to the dressing room closed. I undressed and put the plain cotton uniform on. It was very conservative and did not make me feel too sexy. I went out and did a twirl to model it for Choker. Next I put the satin uniform on. It was very sexy but I did not like the way the satin clung to my skin. At last I put on the lacy one with the puffy bottom. I immediately knew that I had a winner.

With the lacy French maid uniform I stepped out and curtsied to Choker. He had me turn around and look at myself in the mirror. Boy was I hot! Choker told me that it would look even better on me with if I wore a stuffed bra and stockings. As he said this he cupped my chest and ran his hand down my leg and back up over my right ass cheek. I froze and Choker apologized. I replied, “No need to, it felt great!” with that he started kneading my ass.

I was in heaven as Choker told me to lose my male underwear. I quickly chucked them off and into the dressing room onto my jeans. My cock popped out and held the whole front of the uniform up. As it was, the uniform left the cleft of my ass cheeks and balls exposed for all to see. Choker now ran his hands all over my thighs and ass. I felt so violated in an exciting way when he ran his fingers through my ass crack and tickled my nuts. Choker told me wait a second so that he could go up and lock the shop door. As he went upstairs I pranced around that BDSM room looking at all the slings, stockades, face cages and tons of other devises that I could only guess at their function.

Choker quickly came back down the stairs and told me that we had to be quick for he had a business to run. I immediately went down on my knees in front of him and unbuttoned his leather pants. Out popped a HUGE dick bigger than Glen’s dildo! It was surrounded by a Casibom Giriş jungle of thick graying pubic hair. I grabbed the spongy dick and put the head into my mouth while holding onto the base with my right hand and Choker’s nuts with my left. It was spongy and velvety soft. Choker grabbed my head and started fucking my face. I could feel his HUGE dick getting harder but thankfully is seemed to stay the same size. I knew that Choker was trying to get off as quickly as possible so I worked furiously on his cock and was awarded a HUMONGOUS load of cum. Some of it even ran out the corner of my mouth and onto my chin. I removed Choker’s dick so that I could swallow that mouthful. Once I had swallowed he told me to polish his knob like a good sissy maid. I quickly took his huge dick back in my mouth and sucked off all the semen that was covering it. As it shrunk even more semen came out and I swallowed it all up.

I felt so naughty that I knew I deserved a spanking. I leaned over a bondage rack that was on display and asked Choker to spank my ass as I jerked off. I felt a hard slap on my left cheek and then an even harder one on my right. Choker had power in his arms and demonstrated it to me. I was so turned on that I started cumming only after five or six hard slaps. I caught the mess in my left hand and made a show of slurping it up and swallowing it down.

Choker said, “You are very good at cleaning up!” “A slutty French maid seems to be the perfect profession for a cum-whore like you!” With that he left to reopen his shop. I felt proud of his comments and sorrowfully removed the uniform. I got dressed and picked out a set of black stockings, garter belt and bra. All were sheer black satin with lacy trim.

By the time I came to the register to pay for my purchase two other customers had entered the store. Choker rang up my purchase and I mentioned to him that it was only about 30% of the true cost. He smiled and said loudly, “I am giving you a reduction in price for cleaning services rendered.” Both customers turned their heads to look our way and I felt so humiliated. Choker then told me that with a college ID I could enter the glory hole section of the store Casibom Yeni Giriş for free. I asked him what glory holes were and he called over one of the customers.

Choker introduced the customer who was named Hal. Hal was about 60 years old and Choker explained that he has been a regular customer for over 15 years. He then asked Hal to show me the glory holes. Hal said, “Hello,” and told me to follow him. We went to the back room but instead of going down the stairs to the basement BDSM showroom, we took the stairs up to a dimly lit maze of cubicles and a small theater with a large screen. The whole place reeked of sex and was quite seedy. Hal showed me how there were holes about 3 inches in diameter at various places in the cubicle walls always at waist height. Hal explained to me that people would

go into these cubicles and either stick their dicks through the holes or put their mouths or asses up to them. People on the other side could either suck them off fuck their mouths and asses with anonymity. Hal told me that most of the clientele were married men 45 years old and up. The cost of entry was ten dollars but college students were allowed in for free so that there would be some hot young stuff around. The place opened at 4:30, when people started leaving work.

The whole place turned me on immensely and with a shit eating grin, I asked Hal if I could thank him for showing me around. He said, “Sure, I never turn down a blowjob.” I dropped to my knees outside one of the cubicles and took Hal’s soft dick into my mouth. I rubbed my tongue under the shaft and it grew hard quickly. Once fully hard, Hal’s cock was only about six inches long and less than an inch diameter. It easily fit into my mouth. I worked on it slowly and Hal quickly told me that he was getting close. I removed his cock from my mouth and said, “Feed me your jizz!” After only a few more bobs of my head Hal grunted. I could feel the spasms in his cock and my mouth was flooded with watery sperm. I guess it was his age but I did not have to swirl his cum around my mouth to thin its consistency. It went straight down and left a nice aftertaste. I continued stroking the underside of Hal’s shaft with my tongue until he shriveled up.

Hal and I descended the stairs. I said goodbye to Choker who was ringing up an order. He looked up and said that I was welcome back anytime!

To be continued . . .

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I had a reputation as a prude. I hadn’t planned it that way, I was just picky about who I took to bed. With my reputation being set like that, it made it hard for me to get a one-night stand. Even when I really wanted one, and I wanted one bad! Since masturbation wasn’t helping, I decided to go for a drive. I don’t know why, but I put my vibrator in my purse when I left.

As I was driving down the highway, I looked in truckers’ rearview mirrors as I passed them. Some of them were “hot”; I was getting hornier just by checking them out. The excitement about what I was doing was almost more than I could handle. The truckers had no clue of the effect they had on me. I slowly started rubbing my pussy as I drove. Without thinking, I slipped off my shoe and put my left foot on the dash. I just kept getting hornier with each truck I passed. I started rubbing my clit under my mini-skirt, as I passed the next truck. I didn’t even think about the fact that he could see what I was doing, until I had passed a couple of trucks. The realization of what I was doing both scared me and excited me. I kept well in front of the trucks, while I thought about what I had just done. Oh well, it wasn’t like I was fucking them all. I decided to take it a bit further. Now I was running on the excitement I was filled with, I had always been such a cautious person, and the possible danger just turned me on more.

I fumbled for my vibrator. In doing so, I slowed down a bit, I noticed the 3 trucks passing me; they were the same ones I had just passed. As I passed them this time, I ran my vibrator over my tits. I was careful to only pass the same trucks. I waited excitedly as they all passed me again, this time I noticed there weren’t any cars behind me, so I passed slower. I tilted my hips so I could insert my vibrator slightly into my pussy, just enough that it would stay. I slowed to match the first truckers speed. When I was beside him; I rubbed Casibom my clit and ran my hand under my top. I was getting hornier all the time; I wasn’t sure how much longer I could do this as I drove. I pulled up and matched speed with the next truck. This time I worked the vibrator a little. Oh shit, I needed fucked more than ever now. I pulled up beside the third truck and squeezed my tit hard, my body was quivering, and driving was getting hard. I had to pull over and fast.

Luckily the rest stop was deserted; I needed to finish off what I had started. At this point I didn’t care what the truckers did. I figured it was up to them. As I pulled into the rest stop, I just hoped at least one of them would join me. I was thrilled, scared, and very excited as I noticed the trucks parking. All three of them had pulled in behind me. I put my seat all the way back, now I had my left hand free, so I could do this right. I slipped off my right shoe and placed my foot on the dash. I couldn’t stop now, I didn’t care how it happened. I just needed fucked bad! The truckers got out of their trucks and were walking towards me. I started squeezing my tits with my right hand and working the vibrator with my left hand. Moans were escaping me as my body quivered, I closed my eyes to hold the fear I was feeling at bay. I heard my car doors being opened. I bit my lip as I opened my eyes to check out the truckers. There were two men by each of my doors; there must have been two men in one of the trucks.

Just seeing them there scared me and excited me even more. I knew I wasn’t in the safest position, but at this point I didn’t care. I was normally such a careful person, but knowing the position I had put myself in made me more excited. I had heard danger could be exciting, but never realized it could be this exciting. I started giving the vibrator head, licking my juices off it and deep-throating it. I tried to look each man in the Casibom Giriş eyes as I did this; moans were escaping me around the vibrator. I couldn’t believe the men were just watching. I was just getting ready to fuck myself with the vibrator again when one of the men by my door said, “Here suck this.” I turned and got on my knees to eagerly suck him off, as I squeezed my clit.

I tried to contain my excitement, as I slowly started working on his cock. He slowly backed up, causing me to have to follow him. This left me fully exposed to the men; I couldn’t wait to see what happened next. I didn’t miss a lick as I climbed out of my car. Actually, I started sucking more eagerly. The man I was sucking off was so tall I barely had to bend over. He wrapped his fingers in my hair as I felt one of the other men pick up my hips and ram his dick in my pussy.

They carried me, impaled on their cocks, over to a picnic table. I couldn’t believe how excited I was, the fear in me just kept building my excitement. They kept me suspended, ramming their dicks deep into me. I was bouncing back and forth between them, holding onto the hips in front of me, trying not to miss a beat. I was eager for their cum. Moaning and trying to meet their thrust I sucked harder, I tasted pre-cum and eagerly swallowed all his hot cum, as he sprayed it down my throat, just as more cum was spraying deep in my pussy. I kept sucking after I no longer tasted cum, I just wanted more.

Somehow they managed to flip me over on my back, as they laid me across the table. The first trucker pulled his cock out of my mouth saying, “Damn! She can suck.” I eagerly grabbed the next dick, as my head hung backwards over the table. Just as I sucked it down my throat. I heard the last man say, “I don’t like sloppy seconds,” as he lifted my legs high in the air and forced his cock up my ass.

I loved anal, but had never had it so rough, so a muffle Casibom Yeni Giriş yell escaped my lips around the dick pumping down my throat. The man that was fucking my face said, “Oh yeah bitch. That feels good, keep yelling on my cock.” He then started mashing my tits in his hands. He squeezed them harder and harder, till I yelled. Then he told the other guy to fuck my ass harder to see if I’d scream. I felt my asshole tear as he started relentlessly ramming his cock deep in me. Tears started running down my face as I screamed. Instantly, I felt cum squirting up my ass and down my throat. I had enjoyed rough sex before, but wondered how rough I would enjoy it. I loved this!

Then they lifted me upright between the first two men. I was sandwiched between them as the rammed their cocks in my sore ass and pussy. Now that I had my voice I couldn’t help but yell at them, “Oh yes, more, more, more, I need all you got! Fuck me hard!” as tears streamed down my face. For some reason the more pain they inflicted on me the more I wanted.

They passed me back and forth using all my holes as they crushed my tits, pinched my nipples and clit, and slapped my ass hard enough to bruise. Every time there was a dick in my throat they would make me scream, either by twisting my nipples or cutting me with a pocket knife one of them had. My body was racked by orgasm after orgasm; one would barely finish as the next one would hit me. My body shook uncontrollably. When the men were finished with me they put me back in my car, covered me with a blanket I had in the back seat and left. I over heard one of them say, “I’ll go get the closed sign I left by the entrance.” I had vaguely wondered why no one had come to the rest stop. Then I drifted off to sleep from exhaustion.

When I woke up the truckers were long gone and the rest stop was full of families. Somewhat disappointed, I straightened what was left of my clothes and drove home to see to my wounds. Although I was very sore and battered, I was hoping to do this again sometime. I had always enjoyed sex but this topped all my experiences. I couldn’t wait to heal and do it again. Just the though both scared me and thrilled me.

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It is said that bisexuality doubles one’s chances of being laid on any given night. Of course, the joke only works if the subject is “out,” and I certainly was not, even at age 19.

High school…not always the best time to let your friends know that you fantasize about both genders. I first started fantasizing about other guys during junior year, but I thought at the time that my lust for men was just another weird fetish phase. Naturally it would pass quickly…well, it didn’t. I managed to keep my feelings secret from all but a few people, and the people who I did tell were other closeted guys who approached me about being gay or bi. I never knew how they found me out—I guess some people just have a sixth sense for this sort of thing. In any event, for the next two years I fooled around with both guys and girls (the former in total secrecy). I used to wish sometimes that I was strictly straight, because at least I could imagine that I had a slim chance with incredibly hot girls. But being bi, I had to come to terms with the fact that I could never have most guys.

Where I come from, football is a huge sport, and my old high school had the best team in the state. Some players were venerated so much at school that one would think that motherfucking Jerry Rice was a member of the student body. Of course, there were a number of hot guys on the team, but the hottest of them all was Cam. At around 6’3″ the boy towered over most kids in our grade by the end of senior year. He had a model’s face, with glowing ivory skin, soft facial features, and sparkling white teeth. His eyes were a penetrating deep blue, and he kept his short blonde hair spiked up in the front. I jacked off to his shirtless Facebook pictures constantly. His torso was lean, yet extremely well muscled from abs to pecs. His biceps were the best part—huge rocks when fully flexed. It was no secret that Cam didn’t mind getting fully naked in the football showers, and although I never got to see him (fuck!), it was said that his cock was monstrously huge. I usually pictured myself fucking the stud in my fantasies, but something about that big dick made my asshole tingle.

Even though Cam and I shared a few classes senior year, we never had much of a reason to interact. We hardly spoke a word to each other except in passing, and I didn’t have the balls to talk to him. Thus, we lived our separate lives—him being his hot self while I got my rocks off to his pictures. It continued until graduation, and after that I gradually forgot about Cam as college life got under way…

…until one day during spring break. That afternoon, as I was sitting in front of my laptop, something happened that I did not expect. I was on Facebook, messaging some hot chick, when all of a sudden I got a message from Cam.

“hey.” That one word made my heart skip a beat, and I nearly choked on the juice I was drinking. Forgetting all about the girl I was chatting with, I sent back a quick message. What the fuck could this be about?

“hey man, I havent talked to you since graduation…whats up?” I pressed enter and waited for his reply.

“yeah I know lol,” he typed back. “This is really random I know but I got something to ask you.”

“yeah what is it?” I replied. Naw, it can’t be, I’m just getting my hopes up. He’s probably looking to score some weed off me or hook up with some girl I know.

“i just wanna ask you what your opinion is on guys liking other guys cause after high school i realized that id like to try something with a dude. senior year you kinda gave me a vibe that made me think you liked guys, im not gonna lie i thought you were pretty good looking and i was wondering if you wanna experiment and mess around some time. i hope im right i got a feeling that i am, but if you arent into that plz dont tell anyone about this…i think i can trust you.”

For a few seconds I just stared at the screen, mouth agape. I was stunned. No, fuck no, this could not be real. Dozens of emotions flooded my head at once. It’s just a trick. The fucking jock is trying to out you. Blackmail you. Who the fuck knows? He doesn’t like guys though, that’s for sure.

“naw im not into guys srry man,” I typed in. I prepared to hit the enter key—but I did not. The blatant lie typed into the message box stared back at me through the screen. Grow some balls, Billy. Tell the truth for once in your life. You want this. He’s 18 or 19 by now, it is okay. Aw, fuck it! I highlighted the bullshit message and erased it. I knew I was taking a risk, and my heart pounded at the thought of what I was now going to write. My hands nearly shook as I typed.

“HOLY SHIT i never knew you were curious like that or i wouldve talked to you a long time…yeah, I guess you could say im bi.” I hit send and waited for his reply. Seconds ticked by. I could actually hear my heart beating hard against my chest. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

“WOOO haha yeee i knew i was right about you!!!” came Cam’s reply. “Soooo…what did you think of me? like Casibom in school? cause i think youre wicked hot.” He ended the message with a little winking emoticon.

YES YES YES YES was the only thing going through my mind at that moment.

“wow i cant believe you think that…im not even close to being as good looking as you. You were the hottest guy in our school by far.”

“yeah thx,” Cam replied. “but still youre pretty hot yourself. I dont know if this is creepy but i used to beat off to your pics a lot.”

Cam…the hottest guy I know, the great football stud…beat off to pics of me?

“not creepy at all man,” I told him. “truth is i got off to all those shirtless pics of you on Facebook.”

“YOU DID?!?!” came his reply. “well i guess its pretty obvious we are attracted to each other lol. Wanna come over for awhile? i got the whole house to myself for the next few days. i live at 50 Summer in case you need to know…theres so much shit I wanna do with you.”

Yeah…like doing me.

“could I come over now?” I asked.

“yeah!” he replied back without hesitation.

“sweeeeet.” I typed. “im on my way.” Lurching up from my seat, I ran to the bathroom mirror to get ready. I brushed my teeth thoroughly and made sure my hair looked okay—I was more nervous than I had ever been about my appearance. When I finished getting ready, I ran outside and jumped into my car.

Cam was there to open the front door when I arrived. He had not changed much in almost a year, and he looked delicious standing there in a tight muscle shirt and basketball shorts.

“Hey what’s up,” I said awkwardly.

“Hey man,” the stud replied. I stepped inside, and Cam shut the door behind me. I noticed that one of his hands was stuck down into his shorts. “Lookin’ good Billy,” he said with a grin, his perfect white teeth flashing.

“Yeah, you’re still wicked tall,” I said stupidly. Cam didn’t seem to pick up on the awkwardness of the comment.

“Well, not if I bend down.” He leaned his head toward me, and just like that, we were making out furiously in his hallway. I had kissed a few other guys before, and plenty of girls before that, but none of them compared to the lip lock with the tall boy. Cam was a masterful kisser. He knew just how to position his lips for maximum pleasure, and his tongue moved around in my mouth with frantic activity. His hands were in motion as well, moving along my back and down to my ass. I could feel his large hard boner through his basketball shorts, and I’m sure he felt mine as well. At long last, we broke apart.

“Let’s go upstairs,” he said quietly, as if someone else might hear. I followed him eagerly to what must have been his parents’ room. A large king-sized bed sat beneath a curtained window. The condoms and bottle of lube on the nightstand did not escape my attention. With his strong arms, Cam shoved me onto the bed and straddled me. We made out some more, but before long the clothes started to come off.

“It’s getting hot in here,” Cam declared. “I don’t think we really need these clothes anymore.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I agreed, still breathing hard from the intensity of the kissing. Cam ripped off his shirt to reveal his muscled athletic torso. In person, it looked ten times as good. We both pulled off all our clothes until just our underwear remained. Cam’s boxer briefs had the biggest bulge that I had ever seen—I knew that my own seven inches would seem puny by comparison.

“You first,” I told him. I was practically drooling at the idea of looking at his cock, let alone sucking it.

“Sure, but how about you take these boxers off for me,” the stud shot back. I badly wanted to take that penis into my mouth right away, but first, I wanted to worship his ripped body with my lips. I approached Cam and started kissing his neck, working my way down to his arms.

“First, flex your whole body for me,” I told him. Cam tightened his arms, chest, and abs, the big muscles popping out.

“You like that?” Cam asked me.

“Yeah I fucking love it, you’re so fucking hot.” I replied. It was the truth—his body was the definition of perfection. I worked my tongue and lips over one of his huge, rock-solid biceps. I then moved down to his pecs, where I sucked and played with his nipples. I ran my fingers through the grooves of his tight, defined abs, kissing each and every muscle of his perfect six-pack. When I got to his boxers, I reached into the garment and felt his dick. With one fluid motion, I pulled down his underwear, and ten inches of hard man meant swung out in front of me. It was truly a beautiful sight to behold. A very light patch of blonde hair clung to the base area of his cock, and his big balls appeared to be freshly shaven. The penis itself looked quite welcoming, a very smooth shaft topped by a fat, light pink cockhead.

“You’ve got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen,” I informed him, as if he didn’t already know.

“Ohhh, so you like my big cock?” he questioned playfully. “How about Casibom Giriş you suck it.”

I took Cam’s gigantic tool into my hand and began licking the underside. I teased the huge mushroom head with the tip of my tongue, licking up the little spots of precum dribbling out. Working my way down to his big, low-hanging balls, I took turns gently sucking on each shaved nut. The whole time Cam moaned softly, the foreplay clearly turning him on big time. It wasn’t long before he was begging me to go down on him all the way.

“Billy, please, just suck my cock already!” he pleaded.

Gripping his dick at the base, I wrapped my lips around him and moved up and down the shaft, sucking as hard as I could.

“GAHH that feels so fucking good!” Cam exclaimed, throwing his head back in pleasure.

There was no way that I could take all ten inches of him, but I still managed to swallow a good six or seven. In short time, Cam had his hand on the back of my head and was bucking his hips into me, literally fucking my face. My own dick was rock-solid just from the thought that I was giving this boy so much pleasure.

After a few minutes we moved to a sixty-nine position. I was sucking his big dick when I suddenly felt his warm, soft lips engulf my own cock. I moaned loudly though the meat in my mouth.

“MMMMMMM,” came my muffled reply. It was truly an effort to keep from coming at that moment. I distracted myself by sucking even harder on Cam’s cock, but the feeling of him blowing me was way too hot.

“Cam,” I said, taking my mouth off his big tool, “you think I could get a look at your ass? I haven’t even gotten to see it yet.”

Cam took one last deep suck, removing my cock from his mouth with a loud pop. “Yeah, sure,” he answered, getting onto his hands and knees and sticking his ass in the air. “You like my butt?”

I didn’t like his butt—I loved it. Cam’s ass was a work of art, a big round rump that had just the right amount of muscle. It was a bubble butt for sure, protruding nicely from the rest of his body, but it was not too large. I put a hand to his butt and squeezed one of his freshly shaven cheeks. God what an ass.

“You ever eat an ass before?” he asked me.

“No,” I replied truthfully. But then again no one else had one as juicy as yours. “But there’s a first time for everything.” I gave his ass a few good kisses, and without another word, I parted his cheeks and dove in. Forcing my tongue in as deep as it would go, I ate out Cam’s sweet pink hole like it was candy. Cam squirmed around wildly, moaning and sighing loudly as my tongue found every crack and crevice. I reached around and started jerking him off, but I stopped as soon as I felt his balls start to tighten. You aren’t coming yet, baby.

I stood back from his asshole and admired my wet handiwork. “How about you return the favor now?” I suggested.

“Sure thing man,” he replied eagerly. “Show me your ass.”

Now it was my turn to be eaten. At first Cam probed hesitantly with his tongue, but soon he was working my hole just as well as I had worked him. I buried my face into the sheets, almost writhing in pleasure. Nobody had ever rimmed me before, and the sensations that I felt were fucking amazing. As the pretty boy ate me out, I began to feel a tingling in my ass, a need for something more. I knew then that it was time for me to be fucked in the ass for the first time. The notion of his mammoth cock up my ass both terrified and excited me.

“Cam,” I declared decisively, “I want you inside me so bad.”

The stud looked up from his ass meal. “You sure?” he replied with a cute smile. “You think you can handle me?”

“Fuck yeah. You got lube and condoms over there…use them.” I stayed where I was on the bed, my ass in the air. I heard a bottle open, and soon I felt Cam’s lubed fingers poking around my butthole. He worked in a few fingers to warm me up a bit, but I could not stand waiting much longer.

“Put your cock in me,” I commanded. I looked around and saw Cam’s face shining with excitement.

“I’ve wanted your ass for so long,” he said. He slapped his big tool on my ass a few times and followed up by rubbing his cock up and down my ass crack. Before long I could feel Cam’s fat cockhead pressing against my asshole, his swollen mushroom trying to stretch my sphincter muscle open. My heart thumped furiously in anticipation, just waiting for the moment when this big football stud would pop my cherry. I took in a deep breath and relaxed my butt slightly, trying to make it easier for him to enter me. When his big cockhead finally popped into my ass, I let out a gasp.

“Oh shit….” I moaned.

For a second, Cam just allowed the tip of his dick to sit inside of my ass. Then, very slowly, he began pushing his ramrod deeper into my butthole.

“Your ass is so fucking tight,” Cam said as his cock passed the halfway mark. Since it was my first time taking it, I was certain that all ten inches of his manhood would not fit. By the time his dick was two-thirds Casibom Yeni Giriş of the way into my ass, I was already whimpering in a combination of pleasure and pain. But even so, once my asshole adjusted to Cam’s enormous tool, I wanted more. I hungered for his dick.

“Keep pushing into me,” I panted. “I want you in me all the way.”

A few moments later, Cam’s ripped torso found my butt cheeks—he was balls deep inside of me. He took a hold of my hips and began to thrust in and out, taking care to go slowly at first. Despite his sluggish pace, it hurt like fucking hell—but at the same time, I felt like I needed more. After a few minutes of his slow fucking, I felt I was ready for something a little more intense. .

“Enough of this slow shit,” I told him. “I want you to fucking pound me.”

Cam obeyed fervently, accelerating the thrust of his cock. At first it was so painful that my eyes began to water. I almost tore away from him out of pain, but I knew that I had to hang in there. Within a few moments, the pain subsided to be replaced by pleasure once again.

“Harder!” I yelled at him. “Fuck me HARDER!”

The big dick in my ass began to pound harder and faster. Cam grabbed my waist firmly with his large hands, and pretty soon he was putting the full force of his body behind every thrust. The noise of his loud grunting and my sharp moaning mixed together along with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Tears streamed down my face, but the pleasure that I was feeling was more intense than anything I could have imagined. I was mad with ecstasy as the big hockey stud totally dominated me.

“Oh Cam, oh God you’re so big!” I yelled. I felt lightheaded and drunker than I had ever been, high off of Cam’s powerful fucking. His tool rammed me so hard and deep that I thought that my ass might split in two, but I did not want the sex to stop. I couldn’t have the sex stop. The monstrous dick inside my ass, the big sweaty balls bouncing around off my butt—it was pure fucking pleasure. But pretty soon, Cam was close to coming.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” Cam repeated, his thrusts growing slower and sloppier.

“Pull out and cum in my mouth,” I told him.

Cam yanked his cock out and tore off the condom. I spun around and positioned my face in front of his beautiful dick, readying myself for a shower of his cum. Cam stroked his cock fast, moaning in such shallow tones that I thought he might hyperventilate. It only took a few seconds for the release. Cam loudly sucked in his breath as a stream of cum sprouted from his fuck stick and into my mouth. I put my lips around his dick and sucked as spurt after spurt of semen hit the back of my throat with a force that I did not believe possible. Cam fired off a vast volley of cum, filling my mouth with his sticky man juice.

“Your cum tastes like strawberries,” I said through a mouthful of his cream. I licked around my lips and swallowed his entire load.

“Yeah, I had some earlier,” Cam replied with a wide grin, his pure white teeth gleaming in the light. He bent down and kissed me hard. I groped at his cock, finding it still stiff.

“How the fuck are you still hard?” I asked, surprised that he could still get it up after such a titanic orgasm.

“Dude…I feel like…I could go…for a few more rounds,” Cam replied in between kisses.

“I haven’t even come yet,” I said, rubbing my raging boner against the naked flesh of his muscled thigh.

“Well, we should fix that,” the big stud declared. His dark blue eyes bored deep into my own. “You wanna fuck me?”

I stared at him dumbfounded. Was this muscle boy really willing to part his ass cheeks and take a dick up his bubble butt? My dick? My throat tightened, and for a second I couldn’t even make a sound.

“Yeah,” I squeaked. “Fuck yeah.”

“Let’s do it then,” he said, tossing me a condom and the bottle of lube. Fumbling slightly, I slipped the condom over my throbbing dick and lubed up. I squeezed out a generous amount of lube onto my fingers and positioned myself behind Cam on the bed. His beautiful bubble butt just stuck out there, waiting for my dick to penetrate it. I smeared a glob of lube onto his puckered pink hole and stuck in a finger. God what a tight ass. Soon I worked in a second finger and lubed up his hole nice and good.

“Just fuck me already Billy,” Cam commanded. “I want you inside me NOW.”

I did not have to be told twice. I grabbed Cam’s waist and placed my dick against his hole. My cock was throbbing so hard that I felt as though my heart was down there instead of in my chest. I added more pressure, willing my penis into his asshole. I kneaded the flesh of his muscular bubble butt with my hands, savoring every moment of anticipation. At long last, my dick slid past Cam’s tight ring, and just like that, I was inside of him. Cam whimpered slightly at the moment of penetration, his beautiful big back muscles tensing up. I stood still for a moment in complete disbelief. I can’t possibly be doing this right now. But I was—I was fucking this pretty stud. I pushed in a little deeper, the warmth of his soft, tight asshole engulfing my dick. Nothing, and I mean nothing, ever felt so perfect. I bent over the tall boy to kiss his neck and suck on his ear.

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