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This is my first story and it is a slow builder. I have left it open to continue and if the feedback is positive from you readers I will be happy to find more fun for Jeanette and Matt to enjoy. Thanks for reading and any feedback welcome.

Jeanette was a beautiful woman. Not in the conventional sense of beauty but in the sense that somehow, something about her turned heads in most of the places she went. She was 48 years old with wild red hair that framed cat like green eyes that would hypnotise at fifty paces. Her full lips always had lipstick that matched her flame hair and accentuated her full lips. That hair hung between her shoulder blades and men ached to touch her and at the same time couldn’t bear to look at her for fear of being rejected by that feline gaze. Her breasts were not the 48DD that so many clumsy stories boast of but they were full and proud with perfect nipples that were prominent when she was excited and stood out like small thimbles framed by sensuous pink areolae that puckered with little bumps. She had a slim waist but a typically English pear shape with flared hips. Her arse was full and curved and her pussy was neatly shaved with firm thighs that were smooth and pale. Her calves were taught in 4 inch heels which were an everyday item of footwear for her.

The only thing that clouded Jeanette’s features was her painful insecurity. She had been single for four years after Mike, her son Matt’s dad, had left them. It wasn’t an angry break up. It was sad. She wanted something that he didn’t feel he could give her and she carried the shame inside her wherever she went. The need that burned in her belly she thought would never be satisfied and there would be no man, she supposed, that could be with her and accept her.

Today was a beautifully hot June day and Jeanette was walking down the high street to meet Matt for their usual Wednesday lunchtime get together. Matt still lived at home but worked many hours to try and supplement her small clerical assistant’s wage. He was nineteen years old and had left college against her wishes to look after both their financial needs – or to at least help look after them. Jeanette was so proud of her son. He had become quite the man. None of those fantasy six packs and heaving chest, just a regular young man who had an older head on his shoulders.

They were close, Jeanette and Matt. Many nights she had had to calm him down as he first held her as she cried over her loneliness and then became angry at his father for hurting her in this way. His anger was made worse by the feelings he had when she was in his arms. It felt so natural to hold her and yet he berated himself for a twisted mind. He shouldn’t be aroused when he held his mother in her misery but he couldn’t help himself. She was the picture of beauty and sexuality to him. He had lost count of the times he had knelt at the toilet bowl, imagining his mother’s curved full panty clad arse tilted up at him beckoning him to push his rigid cock into her aching hole. Even in masturbation he was considerate. As his cum spurted to these lurid images, he would still angle his aching shaft down into the bowl so as not to create too much mess.

Through her own sexual frustration, Jeanette could sense the equal frustration in her son and this only added to the guilt that somehow she was responsible. Most of the time she could bear it but it usually hit her in the lonely night hours where she would often fall asleep on soaked pillows from her sorrow.

But today was a sunny day and life seemed good. She was wearing her favourite white, floral sundress with red flowers. It clung to her not immodest breasts and flared out at the skirt ending halfway down her shapely thighs. She walked with a spring in her step and carried Matt’s lunch – something that had become a tradition on Wednesdays. She beamed as she saw her only boy walking toward her and they hugged with gentle love for one another.

They were headed to the park as the sky clouded over. Matt looked up and moaned, ‘I hope this doesn’t spoil our lunch mum’. Jeanette, just smiled, ‘We can always find somewhere to eat if it rains baby, don’t worry’.

The first spots of rain weren’t something to be concerned about but, as is the way in England, within seconds, heavy drops of water were hurling out of the sky and soaking everything – including Jeanette and Matt in seconds. Matt, ever the gentleman pulled his suit jacket off and wrapped it over his mum’s shoulders as they rushed for cover under the shop awnings but it was to little effect. Jeanette and her pretty sundress were soaked through completely.

‘Oh god’ she complained. ‘I’m drenched! Look Matty there’s a clothes shop. Im going to have to get another dress. I cant walk around in these clothes for the rest of the day’. They braved the deluge and ran into a high street clothes store close by laughing at the situation. As they entered the shop, Matt couldn’t peel his eyes from his mother’s rocking hips as she walked. The fact that her dress Beylikdüzü escort was plastered to that body that seemed designed for sex only made matters worse. Matt’s sizeable cock was straining at his wet trousers before they got to the first rack of clothes and he prayed his mother wouldn’t notice his aroused state as they began to browse for some dry clothes for her.

It wasn’t long before they found a similar dress that Jeanette could try on. They walked toward the changing rooms and before they entered a blousey assistant with ungainly heavy tits stopped them. ‘I sincerely hope you’re not intending to go in there young man. This is a women’s clothes shop. I don’t want our customers leered at by a dirty young man looking for his kicks!’ Matt was embarrassed by her haughty attitude and flushed crimson. He saw Jeanette about to explode at the assistant and held her hand tightly. ‘It’s ok, I’ll wait outside here.’ He placated. Jeanette smiled and entered the changing area where the booths were lined up for the customers.

The assistant wandered off and a minute later, Matt heard Jeanette calling for help. He called into the changing are, ‘She’s gone mum. What’s up?’ ‘Oh Matty, this is too big, I need the next size down could you get it for me please?’ ‘Of course mum’ and he strolled back to the area where the dress was. He got the next size and took it to the dressing rooms. The stroppy woman was still not there so he had no choice. He looked round and then wandered in and began whispering ‘Mum?’ trying to find where Jeanette was.

He was startled when he heard the assistant coming back talking to a colleague. He didn’t know where to hide himself or how to explain clearly breaking the rules she had so expressly laid down earlier. Just as she was about to catch him in a women’s changing room with a dress in his hand he was grabbed by a hand behind a curtain of a booth and dragged quickly inside it.

It was cramped inside it and Matt found himself standing behind his mother who was wearing only a red bra with her beautiful tit flesh straining at the material, almost held in merely by the pressure of her nipples. His eyes wandered down his mother’s body, her smooth back leading to the flare of her hips with that voluptuous arse jutting back and up as they struggled for space. Her curved arse cheeks were encased in the same red as her bra. Full high cut panties that were as soaked from the rain as her dress had been and the material, soaked, had sunk into the crack of her edible arse and almost taunted Matt. Jeanette shivered at her son’s proximity in this close space. The assistant wandered through the changing area and they stood with held breath. And then the shocking and inevitable happened.

Matt’s cock, acting of its own volition hardened in his trousers. He was mortified. How would he hide it.? How could he get out of this without losing his mother in the process. She would think him the most vile person on earth. Getting a hard cock looking at his mother. He was almost trembling trying to think of football scores, ugly politicians – anything to make his angry erection subside. But, as is the way with these things it simply made the back view of his mother’s beautiful body more alluring. His cock, through his trousers, brushed the crack of Jeanette’s arse through the material of her rain soaked panties.

Horrified he saw his mother freeze for what seemed like an eternity and then relax and as she turned her head and smile at her son.

Whispering, ‘Mum, I’m so sorry. God, please don’t be mad with me..its…hot…erm…close…erm…’ He tried to find words to extricate himself from this compromising position.

Jeanette put her finger to her mouth and shushed him. Then whispered back, ‘Sshh. It’s ok Matty my darling. It’s only natural. I’m kind of flattered. Do you think I’m sick for saying that? Now it’s my turn to be sorry’. She flushed and looked down at the ground.

Matt had never seen his mother look more beautiful than she did right now. If she could read his mind she probably would have screamed at him and stormed out regardless of the stroppy shop assistant. His thoughts were interrupted as he heard the miserable bitch come back through the changing rooms. He tensed and instinctively grabbed his mother’s hips the result being that his engorged cock jammed against her alluring arse crack. Jeanette choked back a kind of sob sound and Matt was furious with himself for being such a klutz. He was shocked when he looked up, still holding his mother’s hips and saw her biting her own hand. He was appalled that he had caused this and didn’t care about the consequences with the shop assistant who he felt had caused all of this and possibly ruined his relationship with his mother.

Matt stormed out of the changing booth. ‘What the hell do you think you are doing in here?! I thought I told you…’ Her words were cut off when she saw Matt’s fury and the fact that she seemed the target for it. He towered over her trying to find the words to express Beylikdüzü escort himself but thought better of it and walked away. He waited outside while Jeanette paid for the dress and joined him. The rain had stopped and they walked in silence for a few minutes each lost in their own thoughts before Jeanette spoke with a trembling voice.

‘Matt, let’s sit over here, I need to talk to you’. Matt tried to speak but she cut him off.

‘I know you saw me biting my hand before you walked out of that booth and I think you believe it was because I was upset with your behaviour and the feel of you hard behind me. Am I right?’

Matt stared into her green eyes and then had to look at the floor and simply nodded.

‘Nothing could be further from the truth Matty, my beautiful baby boy. I need to tell you some things so that you might not be as angry at your dad and maybe understand why he left me. You may think less of me but I think you and I love each other enough for us to share anything regardless.’

Another silent nod from Matt.

Jeanette took a very deliberate deep breath before she went on. ‘The thing is Matt, your dad left because once I get started I can’t stop. It’s like a curse. I become almost a different person and he became tired of the demands it put on him. The trouble is Matt, I bit my hand because as soon as I felt your co.. hardness against me in the changing rooms, the old feeling started rearing up again. I’ve kept it in check because it’s dirty. Your dad showed me that I was wrong for having those strong needs and that sex should be more about making love than anything else. I wanted more Matt. A lot more. He couldn’t live with that. It’s my fault. Im the dirty, sullied one. It’s why I wont date. I don’t want you exposed to that now you’re an adult. Matt I’m so sorry if I hurt you in there. Or out here. So sorry’

Her words trailed off and now Jeanette looked at the floor. Matt touched her shoulder tenderly and spoke, ‘Mum don’t cry. I have to go back to work now. Trust me mum, all I do is love you more every day. Go home and I’ll see you there tonight and this time we’ll talk together, not just one of us. Let’s see where that goes shall we? I love you mum – whoever you are.’

Her perfect son stood slowly and kissed the top of her head. And walked quietly back to work.

Jeanette arrived home before Matt and could only pace nervously and drink a glass of red wine. She couldn’t settle to anything and nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard her son’s key in the door.

‘Matty, do you want dinner now? I can have it ready fairly quickly if you like’

‘No mum, I’m not that hungry to be honest. I haven’t stopped thinking about our conversation and I think we need to have the follow up before I can focus on anything properly. Can we talk and sort this out so that we can both be happy – or whatever?’

Jeanette marvelled at the maturity and bravery of her son. She would have tried to avoid the conversation if he had allowed it. She feared that this may be the last real conversation she had before she disgusted her son and he left her as well. But it was only the first conversation of many as fate would have it.

Jeanette walked into the living room and Matt motioned her to sit on the couch. He pulled up a foot stool and sat opposite her looking directly at her. Both looked nervous but Matt knew he had to begin or this would never end.

‘Mum…what you said at lunchtime…were you talking about your sexual relationship with dad? That he left you because you wanted more than he could give? Does that mean you’e highly sexed? It…ok…I know it’s a little embarrassing but I’ve..err…you know…been with other girls. Please…trust and be honest. If you are with me then I will be with you. Totally. Completely. And let the chips fall where they may. How does that sound?’

‘I’m not sure I can Matty. I’m so scared of losing you like I lost your dad.’

Tears welled up in her beautiful green eyes and Matt took one of her hands and said,

‘Listen mum, we need to get through this. Together. Otherwise you’ll never feel right again. And I can’t have that. I love you too much mum.’

‘Oh Matty, I love you too but I’m scared’

His mother had never looked so absolutely beautiful.

‘Just trust me mum. Simple answers first. That will make it easier. Are you highly sexed?’

‘Yes’

‘And is it your sex drive that made dad leave you?’

‘Yes..no…well…sort of…I suppose it’s the nature of my sex drive that pushed him away’

‘See’ said Matt. ”We’re getting somewhere now. Is your sex drive something kinky…like leather or bondage or something like that?’

‘No…worse than that…Well…that’s what he said anyway.’

‘Toys?’

‘No’

‘Look mum, it’s going to be easier if we work together rather than this veil of mystery. You obviously think this is a filthy secret so if I tell you my darkest thoughts and risk ruining everything, will you do the same?’

Jeanette Escort Beylikdüzü nodded her assent and Matt knew that now was the time to take the plunge.

‘I love you mum. I always have…’

‘I love you too Matty…’ but he cut her off.

‘No mum. I love you. Like a son shouldn’t love his mother. I know every inch of you. I’ve watched you hoovering, cooking, ironing, washing up and…her goes nothing…watched you dressing and bathing…like a pervert, through cracks in the door…addicted to the sight of you. I’ve had the worst thoughts imaginable. Thoughts that would make you slap my face, scream, throw me out in the streets with all the other losers. And now, I suppose that’s what is going to happen but at least you know that someone loves you for who you are. Whatever you are’

Jeanette was biting her hand again and Matt had to almost forcefully restrain her from hurting herself. ‘Mum, why do you keep doing that? Stop it. Talk to me!’

Her resistance was gone. He had risked all and she loved him for it. So now it was her turn to tell the truth. She breathed deeply – unaware of her son gazing at the rise and fall of those lush orbs.

‘I like to talk…’

‘So do I mum, I’m so glad we’re…’

‘Wait.’ She cut him off.

‘I like to talk about sex Matt. Before, during, after. If something triggers me, I can’t stop. I like to speak like some cheap whore from the gutter. I get overwhelmed and can’t stop it. And then that drives me on to do equally filthy things with whoever I’m with. It’s a vicious circle Matt and your dad showed me how wrong it was. And now I have to be alone because no one would want a freak like me!’

She broke at this point and began to sob. Matt took his mother in his arms and rocked her. Cradled her to him and fought back his own tears. She heard his whisper but not the words he said.

‘What was that baby?’ she managed to say between sobbing breaths. Matt held her face up and looked directly into her eyes.

‘Cut from the same cloth’ he said and held her to him again.

They sat like that for fifteen minutes in quiet, loving and supporting silence until Jeanette felt her son take a deep breath. ‘Mum, go and wash your face. Put your make up back on. Like you were at lunchtime.’

‘But why Matty? I feel so ashamed’

‘Why? Because it stops right now. No more shame. I’m sick of you being ashamed of nothing. It ends now. Now do as I say. Go and wash your face and put your make up back on.’

Jeanette had never heard her son speak so firmly and she felt her clit buzz for an instance – almost in recognition. Wordlessly she got up and followed his instructions. She returned to the lounge and resumed her original place on the sofa.

‘No more biting your hand now mum’ Matt said as she sat. ‘We’re going to try something and I don’t want you to argue is that understood?’

Jeanette mutely nodded and looked at her beautiful, masculine son. She was so proud.

‘All we are going to do is talk ok. No holds barred.’ Another nod of assent.

‘Mum, when I was in the changing room with you, were you excited?’

‘Yes’

‘That’s not enough to make you lose it is it? Do I need to be more explicit?’

‘Yes’

Matt could see his mother trembling and could make out the faint mark in her dress where her nipples were beginning to react. He wanted to do this. Needed to. To show her they were of the same mind.

‘Ok…mum…when you felt my cock against you in that changing room, did it turn you on?

A small moan escaped her lips and then a hoarse, ‘Yes’. Matt knew it was working. He wanted her so badly.

‘Mum, when you felt my hard cock against your slutty little arse, did it make your pussy twitch?’

‘Oh fuck yes. Oh Matty, are you sure you want to do this?’

‘Yes mum. Now tell me, how did it feel knowing your son was behind you with an aching cock because of looking at his half naked slut mother?’

The key had turned in the lock and the door was open. Jeanette couldn’t hold back if she wanted.

‘You want to know you little bastard? It felt as horny as fuck! I knew you wanted me. I knew you wanted your whore mum to turn round and take your fuck stick out and let you treat her like the dirty little cunt she is. I wanted you to spit on me, choke me, slap me, tear my clothes, bite me. I wanted you to fuck the shit out of me and abuse me until I couldn’t stand. Fill all of my filthy holes with your incestuous cum. Love me forever but let me be your fuck toy, your cum dump. Anything you want Matty you motherfucker, anything’

Her eyes were wide as she spoke and her breath was ragged. She waited with baited breath trying to read Matt’s face. There was something in his eyes she recognised – it was herself.

Before she could react Matt had grabbed her hard by the hair and yanked her from the sofa and forced her to her knees. H etilted her head back as she gasped with lust and then she heard the words,

‘You’re mine now you little whore. I fucking love you and I know what you need. There’s going to be no let up. You are MINE. My little cunt to do with as I wish. To satisfy your little pussy and make it sore. To own my mum and satisfy her. No more guilt for MY little slut.’

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and people need to understand that it is for entertainment purposes only. Note that all characters in the story are over the age of eighteen (18) years old. The term ‘teen’ or ‘teenager’ can easily refer to a person who is eighteen or nineteen!

I am happy to say that the original story ‘Cursed – The Idol of Lesbos’ has been picked up by director Margo Sullivan and put to film. Hopefully the popularity of these tales will continue both in film and in story format with support and encouragement from you fans!

‘Cursed – The Return of the Idol’ is a loose sequel and you can easily get through it without reading the original. In review, the Idol of Lesbos is a cursed item that makes every woman it comes in contact with into a lesbian. It becomes separated from its previous owners and discarded on a stranger’s front lawn, which is where our story begins…

Chapter 3

Cindy and Ashley stepped off the bus last, right behind Tilly and her brother Billy. The four typically walked home together and had done so for many years. Now it was their senior year in High School. All of them had finally celebrated their eighteenth birthday and all were about to embark on that monumental accomplishment of graduating. There were only four more weeks of school left and the unseasonably warm weather was making the anticipation of finally escaping school that much more unbearable. Cindy and Ashley were both still in their cheerleading uniforms, having practice right after school.

“Kelly?” Cindy blurted out. “You’re dating Kelly?”

Billy puffed out his chest and gestured to himself, “Well, you can’t expect this kind of manliness to be left untaken for long. You had your chances.”

Tilly rolled her eyes, “They’ve been on exactly ONE date. It’s a little early to be tying that date to the I-N-G. So don’t worry, girls. You can still have allllll tthissss!” She moved her hands about, gesturing to her twin brother in the ultimate display of sarcasm.

“Screw you, sis,” Billy brushed her off.

Ashley was the quiet one of the four and certainly the shortest, although she was never at a shortage of guys asking her for dates. Saving herself for marriage was a big thing in her family and Ashley desperately wanted to live up to those expectations of her parents. All this talk about dating was guaranteed to lead to talk about sex which was guaranteed to lead to everyone making fun of her for being a virgin. Ashley may have been shy, but she wasn’t stupid.

The redheaded teen did her best to derail the conversation, “So, who is getting suckered into the high tea at Cindy’s house?” She raised her hand and made an insincere smile.

Cindy stuck out her tongue as if to vomit, “Ughh, don’t remind me. I keep trying to get out of it but my mother has been brainwashed by Tilly’s mom and now feels the need to snobbify us.”

“Screw you,” Tilly snipped. “Tea is a great idea. I’ve got field hockey that morning but I am definitely going to make the high tea. Some of the women there own businesses and I for one plan on networking for a job that doesn’t entail scooping ice cream for minimum wage, suckers. Speaking of which, do all of your clothes smell like vanilla now, Cindy?”

“Well, as much as I’d love to continue this conversation, I’m going home. Buh bye, bitches!” Cindy waved off Billy and Tilly as she and Ashley crossed the street. She noticed her mom’s car in the driveway, and so did Ashley.

“Wow, your mom is home early again from work. Is she going to get fired?” Ashley asked.

Cindy shrugged, “Mom says she’s bringing in the accounts left and right so the owners don’t care if she goes home after a half day. Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Cindy and her bff waved and parted. As the brunette teenager walked up her walkway, she passed Ashley’s mom on the way out. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes were all wrinkled. The woman had looked all messed up for several days but today was the worst. Cindy tried to be nice and not Beylikdüzü escort notice, “Hi, Mrs. Townsend!”

Karen made no eye contact and instead just put up her hand in a short wave, “Hi, uh, Cindy. Bye!”

The girl just shrugged and went inside, calling out, “Hi mom! I’m home!” She went straight for the fridge and poured a big glass of milk, gulping it down until a little drop slipped out and dripped onto the ‘H’ in her cheerleader uniform. She heard her mother’s soft footsteps coming down the stairs and found her mother in a bathrobe.

“Uhh, mom. What are you doing in a robe? And what’s up with Mrs. Townsend? It looks like a bird nested in her hair.”

Jill laughed, “Oh, don’t worry about her. She’s not feeling herself, that’s all. How was school? How was practice?”

“Great. Everyone is getting jittery about graduation. The game this weekend is canceled. The other team, the Tigers, can’t play because four players got suspended for whatever and now they forfeit, so I am free for Saturday night.”

“That’s great! Hey, I wanted to let you know that I’m really proud of you. I’ve been watching you practice your cheerleading and you look really good. I mean REALLY good.”

Cindy looked at her mom strangely, “Uh, thanks I guess.”

“Well, to reward you, I wanted to get you a present. It’s up in your room.”

Cindy smiled curiously, “A present? Uhmmm, okay. Can I look at it now?” With a nod from her mother, Cindy bounded up the steps and into her bedroom. Jill watched her daughter’s tight ass sticking out from under the uniform skirt and wondered how she had never noticed how incredibly sexy her daughter had become. Of course it was her daughter, her baby girl who she had taken care of her whole. To have thoughts and desires like this were unnatural.

‘You must take care of your daughter.’

‘You want the best for her.’

‘Lesbian sex is the best.’

‘You want your daughter to enjoy lesbian sex.’

‘You are making her happy.’

Jill took a breath and worked her way up the steps and down the hallway to Cindy’s room. The door was opened and the moans were clearly sexual. There on the bed was Cindy holding the Idol of Lesbos in her hand, a red bow tied around it. Jill had placed it there on her daughter’s pillow while Karen was busy cleaning up from her first pussy licking experience. Jill was teaching so many women about the ultimate pleasures they could achieve. Ms. White, her clients, Karen Townsend. It was only a matter of time before the idol took Jill to this forbidden place.

Just like Karen, Cindy was embarrassed about being caught masturbating. Even more so for Cindy, however. The moment she picked up the idol, the teenager couldn’t stop touching herself. There were whispers in her head. Terrifying things about girls. Girls doing things with girls. Sexual things. Homosexual things. Lesbian things. Things with tongues and fingers and toys that she had never even heard of or seen. Doing sexual acts that Cindy had never witnessed or even heard of. The whisper was louder and louder, pushing out almost every thought.

‘You love pussy.’

‘You are a naughty girl.’

‘You want to feel dirty.’

‘You want to feel slutty.’

‘Your desires control you.’

‘You want a woman to touch you.’

‘To teach you.’

‘To own you.’

‘You love lesbian sex.’

‘You are addicted to pussy.’

‘You need a teacher.’

‘You want women.’

‘Older women.’

And still the embarrassment of having her mother catching her doing something private managed to pierce through the cloud. Unable to cover up, unable to stop, Cindy did the only thing possibly left. “Mom, help!” she begged. “Mom, I can’t stop touching myself. Please, make it stop! This thing is making me think about things- Ooohh! GIRLS! girls! It’s making me think about girls! Make it stop, mom! I don’t want to do this! Oooohh, p- p- pussy! Love pussy! No, wait! I- help!”

Jill stared at her daughter’s fingers flexing underneath Beylikdüzü escort the shorts she wore beneath her cheerleader outfit. The yellow fabric strained against Cindy’s knuckles as her fingers did their best to rub that teen cunt. Jill found herself licking her lips and even drooling a bit from the corner of her mouth. Her own eighteen year old daughter was being converted into a lesbian against her will, and all that mother could do was feel the forbidden lust growing geometrically from her belly and all over her body. Some tiny, tiny voice in the back of Jill’s head told her that the incestuous thoughts she was having were terribly wrong, but the idol kept spinning it, kinking it, justifying it…

‘Looking at your daughter masturbate is naughty.’

‘You love looking at girls masturbate.’

‘You love to feel naughty.’

‘Your daughter is sexy.’

‘Sexy girls make you hot.’

‘Go closer.’

Still in her bathrobe, Jill dropped the over-garment to the floor to reveal her naked body. She strode the bed and lay seductively mirror image to her helpless daughter.

Cindy’s eyes grew wide in terror, “MOM!? What are y- y- you ooooh doing? What’s happening?”

Jill slid her left hand over her breasts and played with them while ogling Cindy. She licked her lips again as she answered, “The idol is changing you. Making you a better person. A happier person. Just like me, baby girl. You are going to love the touch of a woman, Cindy! Mmmm, just look at your body. You are going to make so many women happy…”

The two lay there masturbating; one by force and the other by lust, daughter and mother stared at each other as the room grew warm from their lust. Jill didn’t remember moving, but each time she looked into Cindy’s eyes, it seemed like she was closer. After just a few moments their bodies were near touching and the heat from her daughter’s flesh was tangible now.

“I- I- can’t f- f- FUCK! –fight it anymore, mom! Take it away from me, please!” Cindy cried, the last bit of effort to beg for her mother to grab the idol from her hands.

Jill was breathing heavier still as she reached out and tickled her daughter’s slim leg, “Don’t fight it, sweetheart. Let go… Mommy is going to take care of you…”

Their mouths were inches apart now as Jill Watson leaned in and slipped her wiggling tongue into her daughter’s. She held Cindy tightly and felt the last strands of free will snap as their incestuous kiss grew more impassioned. The floodgates within the teenager’s lust yielded to the endless pressure from the Idol of Lesbos as she opened herself to her mother’s guiding touch.

‘Teach your daughter.’

‘Tease your daughter.’

‘Taste your daughter.’

‘She is yours forever.’

** ** **

An hour later Jill gave her daughter one last kiss before leaving Cindy’s bedroom. The High School senior already had her laptop out and was reading lesbian erotica as she played with her mom’s vibrator. Jill could barely stand to leave, but her husband and son were home and it wasn’t time to reveal their secrets of the idol. Not yet.

Dressed for the first time in hours, Jill made her way downstairs and greeted the useless remainder of her family. Brad Watson asked where Cindy was since she was usually home by this time.

“Oh, I think she has what I had last week. I checked on her and she is running a fever and has the sweats. Hopefully she’ll be okay for school tomorrow.” Jill was getting very good at lying to her husband.

Brad was oblivious. “You know, even if she feels better it might be a good idea to leave her home. She’s old enough to stay home and take care of herself.”

The night progressed without incident and the late hour found Brad and Jill alone in their bed. It had been almost two weeks since they had sex and he tested the waters by running his hand over her hip and down her stomach. Jill picked up his hand and pushed it back on his side of the bed.

“Come on,” he whispered. Escort Beylikdüzü “It’s been a while now.”

“I’m just not in the mood,” Jill whispered back. With her back turned to her husband, he couldn’t see the twisted smile on her face. In ten days she had more orgasms than in their entire marriage. Why would she ever want to have sex with him again?

Thursday

Jill decided to stay home with Cindy and called in a personal day for work. Brian went off to his college classes and Brad was already at work when Jill decided to get up. She barely climbed out of bed when there was a knock at the door. Cindy shyly walked into her mother’s bedroom wearing a short nightie and nothing else.

“Mom,” she pouted sexily, “I’m feeling really hot. Can you take care of me?”

Jill tingled all over, “Come over here. Your mother is going to definitely take care of you today…”

At ten o’clock Jill remembered that she had one of their accounts stopping by the office and she placed a quick call to Ms. White.

“Jill Watson’s office, how can I help you?” Anita answered the line cheerfully.

“Hello Ms. White,” Jill said.

“Hello Mistress. What can I do for you?”

Jill noticed that there was a breathlessness to Anita’s voice, “Sorry but I forgot to tell you Candace from the Etton’s Pharmacy is stopping by to drop off her requests for the radio spots. Can you take care of her?”

Anita looked down at Candace’s ass as she pumped the pink strap-on dildo into her tight pussy. “Don’t worry, Mistress. I’m already taking care of her. She says she misses you, by the way.”

“Tell her I’ll take extra special care of her on our next meeting.” Jill heard a soft beep and looked at the phone; it was her husband calling in. “Listen, that’s Brad checking up on Cindy. I’ll let you go. Don’t forget to lock the office door.”

“Oooh, it’s locked, Mistress. Candace is going to be here for a loooooong time today.”

“Oh! Don’t forget to take care of that special shopping list I emailed you. Okay, bye!”

Brad Watson called from the office and was surprised to hear Jill’s voice on the other end. “Hey, honey! What are you doing home?”

Jill sighed, “Oh, I felt bad about leaving our sweet baby alone today, so I took the day off to tend to her.”

“She’s an adult now. I think she can fend for herself for few hours.” Brad heard nothing in response and then asked, “So is Cindy feeling better?”

Jill ran her hands through her daughter’s hair as she hungrily ate her mother’s dripping wet pussy, her youthful lips rubbing against her mother’s mound while her tongue was snaking its way up into her lust tunnel. “Oh, she’s definitely feeling hot.”

“Can I talk to her?” Brad asked.

“Sorry, honey, she has her mouth full, but I’ll tell her that you said ‘hi’.” Jill hung up and tossed the phone to the floor. Looking at her newly christened lesbian daughter, Jill taunted, “Your dad says he hopes you feel better.”

“Aww,” Cindy broke away from her munching, “he’s such a good daddy.”

Jill frowned, “Hey! What am I?”

Cindy smiled impishly, “You’re a bad mommy. Very, very bad….”

As her teenage tongue went back to pleasuring her box, Jill threw her head back, enjoying every uninterrupted moment she was having with Cindy. Her daughter was so eager after their first encounter and a night of trying to satisfy her carnal lusts on her own. So many times she wanted to scream out in ecstasy and beg her mother to lick her, but the idol refused to let her. Less than twenty-four hours ago, there wasn’t a lesbian thought in her mind. Now Cindy had done the unthinkable – she had converted to being a complete lesbian love slave, and to her mother of all people! What sinister force would do this to a family she wondered, knowing all too well the idol was behind it all? Could her mother have resisted? Could she have? It didn’t matter now and the teenager was satisfied with the thought that she was weak and needed to be used by the idol for anything it wished.

The two women were separated by a generation, but little else. Jill kissed Cindy deeply as they rubbed their cunts against each other their bodies quaking in devilish pleasure knowing that the taboo encounter between mother and daughter was to be the one of many.

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Rick, stretched out on the double bed nearest the door, heard voices outside—it was the familiar sound of Groton’s voice that had awakened him—far earlier than anyone should be stirring. Rick looked over at the clock on the bedside table, saw that it was still 5:30 a.m., and he groaned and turned on his back, legs spread. His channel was sore. The bodyguard had been thorough and long lasting. The thought that had come into his mind was that Billy Dan would have liked that. But he snored through the whole taking, and the man had been fully satisfied with what he’d gotten from Rick and had returned to his vigil outside the door, after visiting the can, without molesting Billy Dan as well.

Rick came fully awake when he heard Groton laugh and ask, “Good ass, wasn’t he? Sweet enough for you?”

Rick didn’t hear the reply but he was already building an irk. He had wondered if Groton would find out that the dog put on guard duty last night had been in the hen house himself. Now he knew. This probably had been the agreed-upon payment for the bodyguard’s services. He certainly knew that Groton didn’t use money as payment any time he could get away with not doing so. And Rick wondered if part of the agreement was that the bodyguard would leave Billy Dan alone. Certainly Groton was showing far more jealousy now about what was done with Billy Dan away from the cameras than he was about Rick.

Not much question that Rick was earning his way on the trip in more ways than one, and he knew that this wouldn’t be the last travel expense he was supposed to carry. What Phil had said about Groton going ahead and selling still shots on the Internet as they traveled across the country had sunk in. Groton traveled with a laptop and when Rick saw him downloading photos onto a Web site one afternoon, he called him out on what he was doing.

“Publicity,” Groton had said. “Most of these are stills from the movie shots. I want the men clamoring to see Journey to Mirage even before we reach the festival. It will help in the voting.”

But, as Phil had said, Rick knew that it was helping in getting them across country to Mirage as well. That part of this operation was no mirage to Rick. Phil had opened his eyes to that—and then he had opened Rick to so much more. But then that door had been slammed shut.

Groton bounced into the room, turning on lights and literally pulling a groggy Billy Dan out of the bed.

“Up and dressed, boys. I’m taking you to Mardi Gras in New Orleans, and it’s a good chug away from here. We need to be on the road.”

Rick and Billy Dan stumbled out of the room into the chill mountain air just before six, both complaining about needing breakfast, both being ignored.

“We’ll stop on the road—drive you through a drive through,” Groton announced cheerily. “Both of you in the Saab.”

It would be just three of them in the Saab now, Groton’s film crew having been decimated. But Rick looked over and saw that there was someone else standing by the Dodge truck now, someone to ride with Roger. No introductions were made until they stopped for lunch, but then Rick learned his name was Howard. He was an obvious computer geek—sallow skin and thin, undeveloped body, presumably from sitting in front of a computer his every waking moment, and bottle-thick eye glasses, no doubt brought about by the same consuming interest in computer programming. Other than that, he didn’t look too bad. But it looked like even Billy Dan could easily break him in two with his hands, and even Billy Dan showed him no interest, treating him like he wasn’t in the troupe at all. So, Rick thought, maybe Groton had signed on the ideal film assistant for his needs and who would assuage his worries at last.

* * * *

It was nearly 7:00 p.m. before they managed to get to the small hotel Groton had somehow been able to finagle rooms in during Mardi Gras in New Orleans. The last hour of travel was spent in trying to drive through the crowds of costumed revelers in the streets of the old city. The hotel was in the French Quarter, at its northern edge, but just barely.

The hotel wasn’t right on the street, but down an alley barely wide enough to accommodate the Dodge truck. Then, at the hotel’s entry passageway, the vehicles had to negotiate a sharp right turn through another passageway into a small parking lot, where at one time there must have been a building.

It was growing dark and torches were already lit. Revelers were out on Barracks Street en masse, most of them headed for the more-central Bourbon Street area. As Rick and the others approached the entry door, trudging because they were so tired from the long drive and the frustration of the last hour just trying to get into the city, eerie silhouettes of garishly costumed celebrants were cast over the ochre-colored cut stone of the hotel front. A bunch of clowns—obviously all part of the same group—were milling around in the forecourt of the hotel. They thumped on the trunks and hoods of the cars hovering somewhere between Beylikdüzü escort the comical, the grotesque, and the marginally scary, while Groton’s band disembarked.

The first order of business once Groton’s men had entered the hotel was something to eat, and they found the hotel’s dining room filled with half-costumed patrons, hurriedly wolfing down their food so that they themselves could pour out into the streets for a party that would go until dawn. Just dropping into the scene like this provided a specter for Groton’s little band of a wild masque of excess from an earlier century.

Groton turned quite jovial and he ordered extra wine for the table.

“Eat and drink up, lads, and then a snooze. A short one, though, as we have work to do.”

The owner of the hotel appeared at Groton’s side at the end of the meal. He was a double-chinned man of large size and dressed expansively and flamboyantly in a black silk suit with a frilled white shirt and sporting a handle-bar mustache that had been waxed and curled at the end a la Salvador Dali. The man himself was so theatrical that Rick rather thought the attire was his everyday choice and not donned especially for Mardi Gras. All smiles and puffed up, he greeted Groton as an old friend, and, scanning the table, asked with a broad smile, “Who is it to be?”

That’s when Rick found out how they had managed to get the rooms for Mardi Gras on such short notice.

Groton pointed to Rick, and the hotel owner nearly salivated in his show of appreciation. He had two room keys in his hand, which he gave to Groton. Groton, in turn, gave one to Roger. And that was how it was to be. Groton and Billy Dan were sleeping in one room and Roger and the new film assistant, Howard, were in the other. Rick was in the hotel owner’s room, and Groton was motioning him to rise and go with the man now.

“I will require him for a couple of hours after midnight, Alphonse. But until then he’s yours. Use him as you will.”

Being “used” by the rotund Spaniard turned out not to be as taxing as Rick had been afraid it would be. The Spaniard wanted him to strip and stand before him for several moments, as he savored the moment. Then he walked around and around Rick, touching him and playing his tongue over Rick’s body.

After that he wanted to play with and suck Rick’s cock and balls more intimately and had Rick lay on his back on the bed, while slowly, ever so slowly—slowed even more by Rick’s exhaustion from the road trip—the hotelier used his fingers and tongue and teeth to bring Rick to the edge of ejaculation and then away from the edge again and back—until Rick could hold it no more and flowed in a long sigh.

The Spaniard wanted to fuck then. But he wanted Rick to do all of the work. He lay on the bed on his back and Rick had to mount and ride his cock.

Mercifully, it was just the once, though, and it was all over quickly. By the time the Spaniard had come, he appeared to be as tired a Rick was, and he drifted quickly off into a loud-snoring sleep. Rick rolled off him and to the side, and he was fast asleep as well.

* * * *

Shortly after midnight, Groton entered the room, roused Rick, and pulled him away. He was dressed as a seventeenth-century buccaneer, and he had a costume for Rick too—tight silk pants, with black boots, and a pull-over blousy white cotton shirt that opened almost to his navel, the wide opening showing much of his chest and being laced together with white string.

Billy Dan wasn’t dressed. He was lolling in Groton’s bed, legs spread wide, his eyes with the dazed look he had after he’d been worked over by Groton’s oversized cock, which, no doubt he just had been.

Roger and Howard were standing out in the hall, dressed all in black, with black face masks, and hoisting video cameras. Roger had two, one in each hand.

“What’s Billy Dan—?” Rick started to say.

“He’s not going with us tonight,” Groton said. “This is your filming.”

Rick tried to remember what scene this might be—and when he did, the image of the group of intimidating clowns that had accosted them in the hotel’s forecourt, he shuddered and considered trying to beg off.

“Come. I’ve found just the club we need,” Groton said and, before Rick could try to think of a reason they couldn’t be doing this, they were walking through the entranceway and into the tunneled drive and out to the noise and hullabaloo on Barracks Street.

Groton didn’t lead the group farther into the French Quarter, though. He led them northeast, along Dauphine Street, toward the docks area. Entering Burgundy Street, which was almost deserted, the main activity of the evening being in the nearby French Quarter, the raucous noise of which followed them into the dark streets around the docks, Groton stopped at a set of iron steps rising up to an old brick building, which looked to be totally deserted. There was a yellow light showing through the lacy iron stair treads up to the main entrance door, though, and Groton dipped Beylikdüzü escort around the stairs to the left to other stairs that led down into a well under the landing. He knocked on the wooden door that was one story directly under the main entrance, which opened, revealing an eerie, smoky half-lit room beyond.

It was some sort of bar. All of the patrons were in costumes—all sorts of ghoulish dress, predominated by black capes and sinister vampire-looking characters. All of them appeared to be men, and all of them locked their eyes on Rick as the group entered. Roger and Howard instinctively shrank into the shadows around the wall, where their black dressing made them virtually invisible. Groton held Rick at arm’s length as he moved into the room, showing the young man off. In homage to this offering, a cleared circle opened around the two as they walked and all eyes followed their progress.

A table in the middle of the room cleared for them, the patrons obviously all preferring the shadows around the periphery themselves. Groton parked Rick here and went to the bar, where he spoke briefly with a heavyset man sitting at the far end. Money was exchanged and Groton came back and sat down beside Rick.

All eyes were still on them, while the heavyset man drew several men around him, who then fanned out in the crowd.

A series of men in black capes—all striving for the vampire effect—were brought to the table for Groton’s inspection. At length, he picked three, all tall and well-built and of sinister dark-featured countenances. He spoke briefly with them, holding his wallet in his hand until he was satisfied he had the best deal closed—and after he’d made them all bare their chests and lower their trousers. He picked the one with the best mix of build and cock size.

“Where?” Rick heard him say.

With a broad smile, the man answered as he readjusted his clothing, “St. Louis Number Two should do fine. It’s farther away than Number One, but not as close to the Quarter. It should be deserted tonight. And we can reach it on foot.”

When he smiled, Rick shuddered. The man’s canine teeth were protruding and had been sharpened. There was no clue whether they were fakes or implants.

It proved to be a rather long walk, southwest on Rampart to St. Louis and then northwest four blocks to the edge of the Route 10 superhighway.

Groton instructed the vampire—for that was what the man fancied himself to be, whether he was or not—and Howard to stop just inside the gates to the cemetery while he and Roger led Rick down the concrete paths between the raised tombs until he’d found the tomb he wanted. He told Rick to climb up on the tomb. Rick started to say something to Groton, but Groton spat back, “It’s your fantasy. And we can’t be long. Someone could come back at almost any time. Now, hop up on the top of the tomb and take a willing sacrifice’s pose.”

Groton had chosen the raised tomb he did because there were iron rings embedded in the concrete at each edge of the tabletop tomb. Rick laid back on the cold, hard surface on his back, as Groton on one side and Roger at the other took two-foot-long chains out of a bag Roger had carried into the cemetery and attached them to Rick’s wrists and then to each ring on the sides, pulling his arms above his head. The chains they used on his ankles and the rings at the bottom of the tomb cover were four feet long, giving length for Rick’s legs to be raised and spread—but not for him to be able to escape his bonds.

Groton and Roger, video cameras in hand backed off from each side of the tomb, and Rick heard Groton’s soft whistle.

The whistle was the cue for the vampire, who slowly and deliberately—a bit too theatrically, Rick thought—began to stride into the cemetery and toward the tomb atop which Rick was now spread-eagled and chained. Other than the black cape billowing around his body and his black boots, the vampire was completely nude.

Groton had picked well. The vampire’s body was well worked and muscle hard. There was little fat on him, but he wasn’t lean either. He was of dusky complexion, and the distinctive blackness and prodigious size of his cock and balls, swinging low and free between his thighs as he walked, attested to mixed heritage.

As the cameras whirred, he strode purposely to the base of the tomb and lithely bounded on top of it. It almost appeared that he had floated up to where he was standing over Rick, who was writhing within the limits of his chains on the tomb top and looking appropriately frightened. Howard appeared in the shadows below the tomb, providing a third-angle shot.

Groton, muttering his delight at the mystery and dexterity by which the vampire mounted the tomb—which only would need a bit of change in film speed at that point to give the illusion of floating—and blessing the mood being enhanced by the heavy mist beginning to filter into the cemetery, moved around to the head of the tomb to get the full frontal shot of the naked, barring the billowing Escort Beylikdüzü black cape, vampire, showing his toothy smile and looking down at his tomb-top captive, his wickedly upcurved erection showing his approval of the night’s sacrificial lamb.

Then exhibiting his long, sharp fingernails, the would-be vampire proceeded to slice Rick’s clothing off his body, all the time rubbing the underside of his curved cock on Rick’s belly.

Rick turned his head from the sight of his clothing being slowly slashed away and arched his back, fighting ineffectively against his bonds, perhaps partially as an act, but almost wholly at the horror of what the fantasy of several nights previously had produced.

Dramatically, the vampire came down on his knees on either side of Rick’s chest and, grabbing Rick’s head roughly in his hands, assaulted his mouth with a hard cock. Rick gagged and groaned and thrashed about as the vampire thrust into his throat, pulling Rick’s head back and forth on the cock.

At length, fully engorged, the vampire moved his knees back down to between Rick’s spread knees, and he had the palms of his hands under Rick’s buttocks, pulling the cheeks apart and squeezing the orbs. A camera panned in and a forefinger of each hand invaded Rick’s channel as Rick, panting, breathing hard, and crying out at the invasion of his channel by sharp fingernails, arched his back and moaned hard.

The vampire displayed his cock entering Rick’s channel, but then he lowered himself full length along Rick’s body, on top of him, and the vampire’s black cloak hid what was happening underneath it for some minutes, although the action was obvious. The cloak was rising and falling at the level of the vampire’s hips, and Rick was crying out and grunting and groaning with each fall of the cloak, making quite clear that the vampire was stroking his channel deep.

A burst of wind flowed through the cemetery and the vampire deftly unclasped the cloak at his neck and let it flutter aside, dramatically, onto the ground beside the tomb, bringing the voyeur cameras directly into the action. The camera shots showed Rick still writhing under the vampire, fighting him, but fully embraced and skewered and with no hope of success of escape.

The vampire lowered his mouth onto Rick’s chest, and Rick cried out as the vampire’s sharp teeth bit into his skin. There were long, red welt marks across Rick’s chest and belly and thighs and buttocks from the vampire’s sharp fingernails.

The vampire returned his mouth to the hollow of Rick’s neck on one side, and Rick screamed a scream caught eerily on the breeze and echoing off the surrounding tomb walls, as the vampire’s sharp canines proved to be real and purposeful.

And thirsty.

The cameras panned in closely to capture the panicked, pained look on Rick’s face as the teeth punctured the surface of Rick’s throat, and a thin line of blood started flowing down from his neck.

Rick fought harder than before, which forced the vampire’s cock deeper inside him. The vampire’s mouth was making snuffling, slurping sounds at Rick’s neck, and, as if the ingestion of whatever blood it could get there increased the vampire’s strength, it began to pump Rick’s channel harder and quicker.

At the same time, Rick was becoming weaker and weaker. His struggling slowed down, his legs bowed to the side, giving the vampire deeper purchase inside him. He stopped rattling the chains and his head lolled to one side. His breathing was shallower and he began to hear a buzzing in his ears and his eyes were glazing over. Weaker and weaker.

And then Groton was there, warning that it sounded like someone had entered the cemetery. He and Roger were scrabbling at the chain connections, and the vampire disappeared in a hiss and a swirl of mist.

When Rick awoke, totally exhausted, disoriented, and hurting from several slashings on his body, it took him several minutes to realize—signaled first by the snoring—that he had been bathed and was back in the hotelier’s bedroom in the Barracks Street hotel.

Near dawn, the hotelier woke, rested, and wanting another fuck for the price of his currently precious rooms. He tried to rouse Rick, but with little luck. So he got out of bed and hauled Rick bodily across the room to where there was a settee and two upholstered chairs. He draped Rick, belly down, over the back of one of the chairs and then fucked his limp body from behind.

Rick didn’t even know what was happening.

When he next woke, he was lying across the backseat of the Saab. Groton was driving and Billy Dan was in the passenger seat.

He groaned and tried to sit up, but was unable to do so.

“So, awake at last, are you?” Groton called out cheerily from the front seat as he looked into the back through the rearview mirror. “Maybe you’d best not try to sit up for a while. You were magnificent last night. We got great film. That will be a scene everyone remembers.”

“What? Where?” Rick murmured weakly.

“Next stop Dallas,” Groton said. “And don’t worry. You’ll be able to rest and recuperate there. I couldn’t find anything but regular hotel rooms, so you’ll have no one to bother you all day but maybe a maid who can’t read a ‘don’t disturb’ sign.”

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

****

Joshing with the Jock

Johnny snorted as he sat at the bar, his usual haunt that was far enough out of his own town that he knew that he wouldn’t be recognised by anyone that knew him — or no one that mattered, at least. It was nothing unusual, of course, to have a jock who was in the closet, but he wanted his scholarship to go through right to the end of college, riding it out as he worked his sexy bull ass off in his schooling side. He probably wasn’t the typical sort of jock that one could find at college and that was shown in the secret side of his life that he wasn’t quite ready to spill to the world, his blue-grey and white hide hiding all that he wished to show.

Maybe one day. Grunting, Johnny snorted into his beer, glugging it down as if he was trying to wash something away. Yes, he was gay and that sort of thing didn’t fly out in public for a jock not unless he wanted his fucking ass kicked on the football field. It wasn’t how things should have been but, alas, it was how things were and there was nothing immediate that he could do about that, trying to find his way through life regardless of it. His sexuality and time to flourish there would come, he was sure, and then all those sods that mocked those who simply preferred males would get their comeuppance in the end.

Still, he needed to get his needs met and that meant taking his ass out to the bar from time to time, seeing what tail he could pick up. Most went for him as a top, which was all well enough and who wasn’t going to want to get their tail up under another guy’s tail when it was offered? There was another inkling of what he wanted but, still struggling with who he was, it was simply easier to work and push through the noise, topping where desired and simply getting his rocks off like that.

That was…until he met Kevron. The feline had a rough and rugged air to him, a black cat rippling with so much muscle that his T-shirts surely had to be custom made just so that he didn’t bust his way out of them. Grossly overdone in the best of ways, a ruff of black fur around his neck rendered him something of a lion in that regard but, well, he wasn’t so worried there about how he identified. Kevron was who he was and all the feline cared about in that case was what he could take for himself and use his body for.

“Hey,” he rumbled, seating himself next to Johnny. “Not seen you here before. That should be fixed. Immediately.”

The bull cocked an eyebrow, beer in paw. Damn, the big cat didn’t have to say much to get his point across, didn’t he? It was impressive…in a way that made his guts squirm.

“No…” He grunted in turn, eyes sliding down, as submissively as he ever could have liked. “Can’t say I’ve seen you either.”

It was an unspoken agreement, an understanding of sorts, but the feline’s paws had swept over his body in such a commanding way that, well, Johnny had been lost to the stud cat right from the very beginning. As in so many other ways, resistance truly was futile as they drank and laughed and bellowed out their amusement over shared topics, the bond made in the trinity of drinking.

It went without reason that he’d been taken back to Kevron’s place after all that, quivering with excitement, seeing something else in the cat that he had not yet found in anyone else at the bar, but finding another guy there, a lion with a thick, blue mane, had been a surprise enough.

Did he dare? Oh, he did, letting Kevron and Keinok (the lion) bear him down onto the bed, screwing him senseless. The night had been a drunken blur of lust and passion in the very best of ways but had left him wanting to know more, to do more, to feel more — to actually remember every last little thing in such detail that he could not help himself from replaying everything over and over again. He remembered, vaguely, swirling his tongue around the lion’s shaft, drawing him sweetly into his mouth, his fat, bull tongue being put to work. He could have used a bit more lube from how his tail hole, fortunately and unfortunately, hurt the next day.

He’d do it all again though and wanted it too, the clarity of such memories eluding him when he wanted to call it back the most. Though, despite everything, it had been a time before he’d been able to get his tail back to the bar again to see about actually getting Kevron’s number, the feline barely saying a couple of words to him even though the meaning of their tryst could not be alluded to. There were hot, sweaty nights in their future together, though the faintness of his recollections, even how he had been spit-roasted between the two of them, left him craving more, wanting all of that in stark, raucous definition.

The problem Beylikdüzü escort was that once he’d had a taste of the sexy duo, he just hadn’t been able to get enough of them. However, the second time he turned up on their doorstep, the bull was more nervous than ever, his tail hole clenching down in anticipation and nerves, although not even Johnny could have told which one was more dominant in his mind.

Keep it cool, he told himself, even as they led him inside, casual and charming, a pair of studs that knew how to work what they’d got. They know what they’re doing.

And, oh, how they did, Keinok smirking and taking charge, taking the bull, quite literally, by the horns. His masculine paw closed around Johnny’s horn and tipped him to the side, grinning as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, commanding the situation as easily as he would order a drink in the very bar that he had first found the cute little stud of a bull in.

“Mmm… Bull meat,” he rasped teasingly, running his tongue across his lips. “Didn’t think you’d be back here for more of this so soon.”

With his free paw, he gripped his cock crudely through his jeans but there was nothing sneering about the action or his attitude, playfulness twinkling in the backs of his eyes. Johnny gulped, hard, a lump travelling down his throat like a mouthful of cum.

“Mm…” He grunted, eyes slipping away, not quite knowing what to do when he was sober. “Er…”

“Shush now,” Keinok chuckled, rolling his eyes. “I’ve got the stuff here to bring you out of your shell, little stud, don’t you worry one bit about that.”

A corrections officer, even though Johnny didn’t need to know that, Keinok most certainly knew how to handle a little stud like Johnny, hauling him into the bedroom without even seeming to use up any effort. Precision was what he went for over brute strength but there was no doubt in his mind at all that Kevron would not bring that into play with coarse amounts of driving daringness, challenging the very limits of what Johnny, at that time, thought that he could manage.

And Johnny was barely a single cloven hoof into the bedroom before Kevron lunged for him, snarling and peeling his lips back from his teeth. The flash of white was brief as he nipped and caught Johnny’s shoulder in a bite, slamming him down into the bed in a tackle that took Johnny’s breath away. He may have said something but it was the bossy shove into place that rocked Johnny to his core, tearing him from his past reality, luxurious lust coursing through with each rabid pound of his heart.

Did he fight back? Did he use his strength against the even larger feline? Oh, but he could not, whimpering as he was borne down, his jeans yanked down. Revealing his jockstrap was just to be expected but Kevron snarled as he used his weight against Johnny, revealing just how much power was left behind that raging mass of muscle and testosterone. Although he’d been the one to introduce himself to Johnny initially and bring the prime slut-boi back for Keinok to enjoy too, he was still a cat of few words, choosing them all with forceful deliberateness.

“Get down… Such a slut for cock, aren’t you?”

Grinding and huffing, Kevron’s cock swelled against that muscled backside, the rise of it irresistible even to him, a cat who had it all, everything and anything he wanted. And he’d have the slut just where he wanted him to be too, exactly where he wanted him. There was simply no other choice in the matter.

Johnny’s head spun as he was pinned, bellowing in such a way that he could not possibly seem dominant in such a moment, grinding and trying to find something to bear back against. Yet Kevron ensured that he didn’t have anything to brace on, ripping off his jocks violently and stuffing them into the bull’s mouth, letting him inhale his own musk and reek, masculine and yet…reducing him to less than such as he was forced to take in his own scent.

Johnny moaned, not holding back as he let the feline handle him like he was nothing more than sex doll, a stripped-down Keinok appearing before him with a ring between his paws and some lengths of leather.

“Open wide,” he purred, not needing to use his muscle to heave the jock into place. “Get that cock-sucking mouth open for me, just like you want it.”

Johnny could have held back but he wasn’t about to worry there that someone was going to tell all of his dirty little gay secrets, even though they weren’t dirty truly at all but just one guy having his fun with other guys. Like the little bull he was swiftly becoming (just for them, helping him explore his sexuality even if they were not quite aware of the depth of it all), he opened wide, even blushing and pushing his tongue out over his bottom lip, gleaming with saliva.

Keinok smirked, cocking an eyebrow. Very nice…

“Yeah, that’s better,” he growled, eyes alight with lust. “Can’t have you getting away from us now, can we?”

He toyed with Johnny as a lion would with Beylikdüzü escort the wildebeest, his hapless prey no longer able to escape. Not that the innocent Johnny would have ever have wanted to get away, his ropey tail pushed up, a paw connecting with his bare buttocks. Jumping, Johnny grunted around the musky, still-sweaty jockstrap in his mouth, unsure of what to do, working it over his tongue as he managed, for then at least, to push it out through the ring of the gag. It was a distraction but one that he most certainly didn’t want to choke on as Keinok condescendingly patted his head, not helping him in the slightest while Kevron surveyed the tight buttocks that were the focus of his attention. Did the bull stud have even a fucking ounce of spare fat on him?

Christ!

“Don’t squirm…” He growled, eyes narrowing. “You’re right where I want you…”

Snarling, Kevron peeled back his lips from his teeth, spat out a curse and smeared his seed over that fresh paw print, rising up through the bull’s thick coat of hair, slapping him about like a piece of meat even as the bull’s cock ached and throbbed. He drooled pre-cum in a small yet noticeable stream, the musk of him rising through with a throb of desire that not even the bovine could deny.

“Fucking little slut…”

Yes… Johnny’s eyes rolled back, losing sense of his place and time in the membrane of reality, his anal ring closing down but not because he wanted to keep anyone out but wanted someone, a thick, meaty length of dick, driven up inside him. He needed to pull it into him, whimpering and whining, but Keinok shoved what was quickly revealed to be a ring gag, holding his mouth open for their pleasure while the lion’s shaft swelled slowly but steadily.

Moaning, the bull couldn’t take his eyes off it, watching it as the other feline stripped down behind him, the brush of cloth rustling over thicker fur audible even to him. But he could not help himself from clenching down against the slap of that huge paw, covering such a large portion of his ass that he would have swooned if he’d been in such a position too. Johnny could not have said whether he liked spanking or not but it awakened something in him as he howled, grinding and bucking, the sharp flare of pain not even registering in terms of his arousal. Strictly, it should have made blood rush to other parts of his anatomy and away from his cock but he wanted it all the more, drooling through the gag, his eyes fixed on the shaft before him that he could see, suddenly, in shockingly delightful definition.

Yes, that was what he’d wanted — not the clouding of alcohol pouring through him, fuzzing up the edges of his mind, but the sharpness of it all. He wanted to growl and grunt and feel every last little thing they had for him, not dull it all down and wonder if he’d really lusted so much for them the next day. So much so that he did not mind at all as the lion took a spreader bar and locked it between his legs, the leather cuffs easily tightening around his ankles, keeping them apart right where the two studs wanted him to be. Johnny whined, eyes plaintive, but there was another light bondage to be had as the corrections officer smirked and produced a pair of standard handcuffs to take his paws in hand too.

Johnny groaned, passed between the two of them, claws taking care of shredding his casual shirt too, the buttons popping off as the lion took care of them. Keinok revealed every last inch of delectable bull-flesh that he’d wanted for himself since last time, lips quirking as if he was imagining having a cigar (or maybe even something else) lodged between them. Maybe that could come later though, when he was balls-deep in the whore, testing out if he really could take as much dick as he remembered.

The lion grinned. Yes… There was much he could do and he’d left his cock on show while his balls were still tucked back behind his jock, waiting until Kevron pushed over the bull’s back. Johnny snorted anxiously but there was no stopping that lubed-up cock from finding its target in a willing submissive’s rump, teasing entry so sweetly than one could have been forgiven for thinking that the cat operated with any sense of finesse. Snarling viciously, his eyes gleamed with predatory glee, grinding in as Johnny was forcibly yet carefully penetrated, forced to feel every last inch of that cock as it burrowed up deeper and deeper inside him, placing the bull into acting the part of a passive player where he should very much have been active.

Johnny’s mouth opened and closed, eyes glassy. Words would not come, pleasure screaming through him, the pain of the stretch barely noticeable. It was not his first time but it was still something that he had to bear through, relaxing the best he could, although the cock before his muzzle…mm… Like the hot searing through of his rump, that was at least something to focus on right then and there, trying to yank his tail up even further for the breeding rod grinding into him.

Oh… Escort Beylikdüzü Oh, he wanted it and, still, he didn’t know how to ask for it. Maybe that was just why they’d gagged him, although he could not help but notice that the gag was perfectly shaped and sized for a cock to slide into his mouth still, the musk of Keinok’s jock rising up, drawing him in. And yet he was forced to stay right where he was, the lion’s paws supporting his shoulders so that he could not fold too far forward, although a pillow or something would soon have to be shoved under his chest just so that his mouth could be made the best use of.

Smirking, Keinok drew him in, crooking his finger into the gag as he played the pad across the bitch’s tongue, letting him swipe it lustfully up against the singular digit.

“Get your nose in there, bull, feel what a real stud is like…”

Johnny shivered as his nose was pressed into that musky jockstrap cradling the lion’s balls, though Keinok was keener on freeing them completely — in due time of course. His orbs churned with the need to orgasm and he whimpered softly, yet that was not to be for him, not quite yet, lust rising through, a pulsating need that came like the throb of climax itself. Keinok let him sniff and grunt into his sweaty jock, even pinging it off his nose, laughing at the bull’s reaction, juddering back with a wide-eyed snort — though that could have just been Kevron grinding into his ass with particular depth and need.

For the bull could not possibly forget who was behind him right then and there, the cat growling and powering in, overcome with the breeding lust that a stud truly embodied. That was just why Johnny was right to be driven down under him, his tight hole strained around his shaft, twitching and pulling. Damn… Was the slut really trying to drag him in? His eyes locked with Keinok’s in a glitter of a smirk, though it was hard, truly, not to grin at all while ploughing such a willing submissive slut. It was only then that Keinok tipped his cock down into Johnny’s muzzle, driving deep and forcing him to test out just how well he could pull back his gag reflex, hold it down for the ultimate pleasure.

And he had to, eyes streaming as he hacked, chest convulsing, a pillow under his chest to support him, though he could not have said just when it had been pushed under there. It didn’t matter, nothing mattered but the cock in his mouth, drooling thickly over his tongue, the flexible appendage trying to curl and flutter up against it, sweeping around the fat rod. God… To have a cock in his mouth again… Could there have been anything better? It had been so long and, oh, that experience so long ago without the blurring influence of alcohol had not satisfied him like Keinok’s dick did, swallowing it down.

Yes, swallowing… All he had to do was to swallow and swallow, gulp around him, lust for him, the grinding force of the lion’s cock teasing deeper, thrusting and claiming. The two of them did not thrust in unison, just rocking Johnny between them exactly as he pleased, Kevron hissing and lashing his tail, ears slipping back to his skull. Harder, yes, there was only harder when it came to the rocking drive of his lust, grinding in, forcing Johnny’s anal ring to spread around him, the thicker base of his cock. Each and every thrust slapped his balls up against Johnny’s, the bull grunting around the cock in his mouth, every muscle in his body tight and tense, striving for his own release. Oh, for a paw on his cock… But maybe that was the nuance of submitting that he was yet to learn, the art of cumming without even using his paws, giving up everything he was for the ardent domination of studs who actually knew how to use a tight little bitch just like him.

Could he be that bitch? Did he want to be a slutty boi just to please them? It was all that he had never had the chance to consider before, always being the one that topped, and yet the studs there were finally able to open up that door to him, however tentatively the charm of it came through.

“Give in to it,” Keinok huffed, rasping out his advice. “You know you want to try…to see just how far you can go…”

That was true, so very true, but Kevron grinding into his tail hole, so needy and tight, so very slutty, was more than enough to take his mind off and away to another place. Kevron grunted like a true breeding stud, though he only had any inclination to take a tail hole as something to be filled. Fuck the ladies… He had better things to screw in his inclinations and tastes!

The feline snarled, lips pulling back, showing off, relishing in his power. There was no sense between him and Keinok that they had to go more gently, work Johnny up into a frenzy, as the bull was already moaning as much as he could around the other cat’s cock, begging them for more, if ever he could. Sometimes, one didn’t need words to say that they needed more, could take more, as he was spit-roasted between them, slavering and drooling, unable to help the humiliation of saliva slopping from his lips. But no one cared about something like that as Kevron grunted, hammering in, taking advantage of his tail hole softening and loosening up, each driving stroke giving him another flush of red-hot pleasure.

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My name is Jose and I cut grass for a living. I’m in good shape and often I noticed people, both men and women, checking me out. I have no hair on my chest and I’m tall for a Mexican-American. I’m not gay or anything but the easiest way to get your cock sucked is to find a married dude in the suburbs. So I’m cutting this guy’s grass one day and I see he’s checking me out. He’s average looking but he’s got that look in his eye like he needs it bad. So I take off my shirt and let him enjoy the show.

After a few minutes, I knock on the door and ask him if I can have a drink of water. As we’re standing in his kitchen and drinking the water, he’s staring at my nipples. So I tell this guy he can touch my nipples and he backs off looking offended. So I say “no really, I want you to.” So he reaches over and pinches my nipples a little and it feels ok but I can tell he’s getting hot. I put my hands on his shoulders and I noticed he’s lost in the moment, so I grab a handful of his hair and pull him towards me pulling his mouth to my nipples. He protests a little at first but I hold him against me and tell him to lick me. After Beylikdüzü escort a minute he starts getting in to it. While he’s doing that, I unbuckle my pants and I pull out my cock. He grabs it and starts stroking me without me saying a word.

After he stroked me for a minute or two, I grabbed his hair again and pushed his mouth down to my cock. He protested a little at first, but eventually opened his mouth, put my cock in it and started sucking. From the way he was acting, I doubt he’d ever sucked cock before, but he knew what to do. I could tell he was having fun letting the head of my cock slip in and out of his mouth as his tongue licked the tip. He was really getting into it so I told him to take out his cock and stroke it, and I didn’t have to tell him twice.

I was about to blow my load in his mouth, so I turned him around and bent him over the island in their kitchen. I put a little spit on my finger and started toying with his ass. He kept stroking his dick but I could tell he was a little scared about what was about to happen. After I got a gob of spit on his ass, I spread his ass cheeks and Beylikdüzü escort put the head of my cock right against his rim. He asked me to stop but he doesn’t move an inch, just bent over with his face and chest resting on the counter top with his pants around his ankles. He tells me this isn’t what he wanted and that his wife was due back soon. But my cock was hard as a rock and there was no way I wasn’t going to fuck his white suburban ass.

Just in case he changed his mind, I grabbed his hair tight with one hand and pushed him harder down onto the counter. I used my other hand to guide my cock into his ass, and slowly pushed the head past the sphincter. He was tight at first and I could tell it hurt him a little. I made a few short strokes with just my cock’s head in him, and he didn’t seem to mind. He asked me to stop and then told me I should be wearing a condom but I kept going and after a minute I was fucking his ass in long slow strokes and he started getting into it. After a minute or two he was pushing his ass back into me. I grab him by the shoulders and I’m really fucking him good. By this point he would Escort Beylikdüzü have done whatever I wanted. I told him to tell me he loved my cock, and he did, then I made him ask me to keep fucking his ass. He was enjoying the fucking and kept tell me to fuck him.

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After I came, he could barely look at me. He reached into his wallet and gave me all the cash he had and told me to leave without finishing the yard. I told him no problem and that I would see him next week. As I walked out, I winked and told him he could watch me fuck his wife next week. He just stared at me but I knew it got him thinking.

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Note: This is the second of a six-part series. I recommend that readers read part 1 first.

HELPING HANDS

My situation was completely my own fault, and I knew it. I had been upset that my step-cousin, Estelle, was coming to live with us and our camping trip was cancelled as a result. I should have just dealt with the disappointment, but instead I had taken my bike out for a reckless ride. When I woke up in the hospital over a week later, I learned how badly I had damaged myself. Of course, some of the injuries may not be noticed immediately, and Estelle had just helped me to attend my first trip back to see the neurologist. On the bright side, I had no loss of motion or sensation due to the concussion. My memory hadn’t been quite as fortunate, but I wasn’t sure yet what that would mean for me.

It was only early afternoon when we got home. Estelle helped me onto the recliner, then kissed my cheek and ran upstairs. I fell asleep almost immediately, waking as she sat on the wheelchair and placed a hand on my left shoulder.

“All right. Now, with me being so close and helping you with everything, you’ve been getting all worked up for the past week. But you haven’t been able to do anything about it and were under orders not to get too excited. Now that you’ve get the doctor’s permission to, as she said, increase your activity, I’m offering to help out.”

“Um, what, exactly, do you mean by help out?” I had a few thoughts running through my mind on what it might mean.

“I can give you a hand. You know, relieve the stress a bit.” She brought her other hand from behind her back. It was holding a tube of KY Jelly. “Would you like me to help?”

“Oh, hell, yeah.”

She leaned forward and kissed me. When she sat back, she stayed leaning forward so I could see down her top. I was positive that she had been wearing a bra when we went out, but she sure wasn’t now. Her small, pert tits were hanging gorgeously inside the loose blouse. Her light pink nipples seemed to be bigger than I had seen before.

“You just relax. I’ll be doing all the work for now.”

She opened my robe and slid the hospital gown up. Mom had arranged for a few of them to be smuggled home, and Estelle changed me every morning when she gave me a sponge bath. The first morning she did that, I had been extremely self-conscious. In part, because I could not control my erection. But she had pretty much ignored it, wiping me in a very professional manner — though I did notice that her attention was drawn to my erect cock from time to time. As the days went by, we each got more comfortable with it, though I had always had an erection whenever she was bathing me, and she would occasionally play a bit with my cock and balls. But never enough to get my heart going too fast. Mom had taken over my bathing on the weekend, but I had been blessedly flaccid for her.

As soon as my groin was uncovered, my cock sprang up. I heard an intake of breath, then she surprised me by kissing the tip of my cock. Estelle squirted a bit of lubricant on her hand, then wrapped it around my swollen member. I jerked as she made contact, worried for a moment that I would come before she could do anything. Then her hand began to slowly slide up and down. I closed my eyes and let my head fall against the seat back. She was moving tantalizingly slowly, the only reason I had not exploded yet. But I couldn’t last for long, and warned her when I was getting close.

Estelle took her hand away and wiped my cock with a warm, damp cloth. Then she dropped her head down and engulfed my shaft in her mouth. The hot warmth caused me to come immediately, filling her mouth with my jizz. My hips drove up at her as she struggled to swallow my load. I was surprised at how long I continued ejaculating, but she forced herself to keep her lips wrapped around me until I finished. When she sat up, she had white goo streaming from her nostrils and the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were red and tears were rolling down her cheeks.

“Are you okay, Stelle?”

She smiled, wiping the corner of her mouth and licking her fingers clean. As she stood up, I saw that she had her other hand between her legs. She removed it and placed her sticky fingers in my mouth. The taste was amazing, and enough to make me harden again.

“Yeah,” she said coarsely. “You had a little more in the tank than I expected.”

“You didn’t have to swallow.”

She moved closer. “I wanted to. Didn’t you like it?”

“Yeah, I liked it a lot.”

She leaned in, her lips almost touching mine. “I’m glad. Feeling better?”

“Way better. Thanks.”

She kissed me, her tongue sliding into my mouth and giving me a taste of my cum. The jizz that had come out of her nose had been smeared on my cheek, but I wasn’t going to complain. She broke off after nearly half a minute. “My pleasure. But we’d better get cleaned up before your mom gets home. Happy birthday, Cole.”

She arranged my clothes so I was covered bursa escort and wiped my face with her cloth. Then she kissed my cheek and ran upstairs. In the afterglow of her blowjob, I quickly fell back to sleep.

When I woke again later in the afternoon, I wasn’t sure whether I had dreamed it or it really happened. Estelle was just as attentive to my needs as ever and did not seem to be acting any differently. She offered to help relieve my stress again several times during my recovery, but only used her hands. Once the cast came off my right hand a couple weeks later, she let me deal with it on my own. I never asked about the blowjob, though, not wanting to pressure her to do anything she didn’t really want to do. I also did not want to embarrass her by suggesting that we had dome something if it had all been a dream. And despite implying that she would tell me, she did not share what had happened in Angus to make her leave home. I didn’t press her on that either.

When Mom came home that night, we shared a nice birthday dinner. As usual, Estelle fed me. They both got me a couple presents, but the one I had received from Estelle in the afternoon was by far the best one I received that year, even if it was all in my head.

***

MIRRORS

I was able to return to school in September, though I was confined to my wheelchair. The casts were gone by then, and my left arm was out of its sling for at least part of the day. I could manage to propel myself from class to class, but my arms weren’t up to wheeling in and out of the building. Estelle was always there for me, though, pushing me between classes most of the time even if it made her late for her own class. The teachers quickly found out why she was late and overlooked it as long as it was only a few minutes.

By the end of the year, I was able to walk short distances with a cane. Of course, that meant that I was also able to take care of my own bathing. Once thing that I missed was Estelle’s sponge baths. While a shower got me much cleaner, I preferred her touch — especially when she gave me a little extra attention (something she only did when Mom was out).

The bathroom in our house was a bit strange. It was actually one-and-a-half baths, with a shared tub and a room to either side containing a toilet and sink. A sliding door at each end of the tub area provided privacy. It was a semi-ensuite, with one entrance located in the master bedroom and the other in the hall next to Estelle’s room. The master bedroom was the full width of the house at the back, while I had one bedroom at the front, to the left at the top of the stairs. Estelle’s room was next to mine, her door facing the bannister over the stairs.

The sliding doors to the tub area had been installed with simple privacy locks, but they were broken when Mom and I moved into the house about ten years earlier. We had never bothered to fix them, coming to the understanding that we would always knock before sliding the door open. We accidentally walked in on each other bathing from time to time, but neither of us made a big deal about it. Mom had tried to dispell the idea that our bodies were sinful, and I had often seen her naked or part-naked growing up. She had somehow known when I started to get sensitive of my own nudity, and I seldom saw her completely nude after I entered my early teens.

We pretty much never locked the outer bathroom doors either, though Estelle did initially when she moved in. Since there was no powder room on the main floor, Estelle and I had to leave the ‘common’ toilet off the hall free if we were bathing. That meant that we’d be in the tub area with both sliding doors pulled closed, which had the bonus of keeping the room quite warm as the steam from the bath was contained in a smaller area. Once she got used to the rhythm of the house, Estelle adopted Mom’s way of doing things, often moving between the bath and her room wearing only underwear or a towel. It wasn’t unusual for her to pop into my room wearing a long tee shirt and panties. Or, sometimes, just the shirt. I carefully never criticized her attire, though I did try not to stare at her. At least, when Mom was in the room.

I was no longer receiving quite as much personal attention from her, but I began to spend more time watching Estelle. Although she seldom wore excessively revealing clothing in public, she usually had on something that gave a pretty clear view of her shape. But she liked to remove the more uncomfortable garments as soon as she got home — such as her bra. And it was not uncommon for her to position herself in such a way that I could see a little more than was appropriate — not that I ever complained abut that either, mind you. She often caught me looking at her, and usually responded with a smile and a wink. Lest anyone think that I was being a creep, she was giving me just as much attention. We made out regularly, but seldom went as far as second base. She wasn’t quite ready to go beyond that, and I wasn’t bursa escort bayan pushing her. But we almost always sat touching each other now, often cuddling together on the couch when watching television. We still had not been completely naked with each other.

I was finally given permission to begin cycling in early March, not that the weather was conducive to riding. By the end of the month, though, the weather had improved significantly. On Good Friday, the temperature got up to 17 Celsius at lunch time, and the ground was snow-free. Estelle agreed to go for a ride with me, riding a second-hand bike she had recently picked up. We still had to watch for sand at corners and curbs, but I was thrilled to finally get out again.

Although we didn’t push ourselves hard, we ended up riding for nearly an hour, and both of us were tired and sweaty by the time we got home. Mom was at work, dealing with an issue regarding an Easter display at Gage Park, so we had the house to ourselves. Once the bikes were put away, we both wanted to clean up.

“Do you want to go first?” she asked. “I’d like to soak in the bath for a while.”

“Sure, I was just going to have a shower. Of course, I’ll let you join me if you want.”

She laughed, “While that does sound inviting, I don’t think so.”

I sighed dramatically. “Fine, I’ll just take care of myself. I won’t be long, and I guess I’ll be having a cold shower.”

She reached up on her tip-toes and kissed my cheek. “Have fun, babe.”

I didn’t actually have a cold shower, but it definitely wasn’t steaming. Estelle preferred the room to be filled with so much steam that you couldn’t see your hand, while I usually went with just warm water. I was quick, not using too much of the hot water. Although tempted, I did not take the time to pleasure myself. When I was done, I turned off the shower and towelled myself off. I then put the plug in the tub and started to fill it with hot water. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I knocked on the sliding door.

“You can come in,” I heard, “I’m decent — mostly.”

Sliding the door open, I saw her in front of the mirror, trying to remove the tight braid from her hair. Although she still wore the Tinkerbell ponytail-bun most of the time, Estelle had tied her hair back in a braid for the ride; her usual high hairdo didn’t work well with a helmet. She had shucked her riding clothes and was wearing a fluffy cotton bath robe, which was tied loosely at the waist. It was just tight enough to cover her but left the space between her breasts deliciously bare. Her skin was just a couple shades darker than the white robe.

“Need a hand?” I asked, stepping behind her.

“Yeah. The elastic’s knotted and I can’t get it out.”

I took the end of the braid and worked the elastic off. Once that was done, I gently pulled out the braid and straightened her soft blonde hair. I let my hands slide down her arms gently. Glancing in the mirror, I saw that her eyes were bright as she watched me.

“There. Do you need me for anything else? Anything at all? I could join you in the bath and scrub your back.”

She smiled coyly as our reflected gazes met. “Nice try. Go get dressed and let me relax in the tub. Alone.”

I shrugged and bent forward to kiss her neck. She leaned back into me, her head stretching up as she moaned softly. “As you wish. It’s your loss, princess.”

“Not fair,” she whispered. “You’re not allowed to use Princess Bride quotes on me.”

“How about Star Wars?”

She gently slapped my hip. “Go away, you scoundrel, before I make you regret it.”

My arms slipped loosely around her waist. “Oh, scoundrel. I kinda like the sound of that.”

She turned in my embrace, lifting her arms and clasping her hands behind my neck. I didn’t think that she had done it intentionally, but the way she turned had caused the robe to pull completely off one breast. I could feel her nipple against my bare skin as she kissed me.

“I don’t want a scoundrel. I like nice men.”

My hands had slipped down to cup her ass. “I’m nice men.”

Her eyes were clouded by confused emotions. I could clearly read desire on her face, but there seemed to be regret and sadness, too.

“I do want you, Cole. But I can’t. Not yet.”

I dipped my head and gave her a long, hard kiss. I whispered, “I’m not going anywhere, Estelle. You’re my little star, and I have no intentions of letting you go.”

She gave me a little smile. “Good. Can you wait for me? Just a little longer?”

“Yeah, I can wait a little longer. But just tell me when, and I’m in like Flint.”

“I don’t want Flint, baby. I want you.”

She gave me another peck, then pulled out of my arms. She didn’t bother fixing the robe as she backed into the bath area. She winked as she reached for the door with one hand, pulling the belt of her robe loose with the other. For a fraction of a second, I could see her body displayed for me, then the door blocked the view. I heard the water stop escort bursa as she turned off the taps, then the sound of her entering the bath. I could hear a moan as Estelle slipped into the water. With a smile on my face, I headed to my room to change.

After pulling on some sweats, I lay down on my bed and quickly fell asleep. My dreams were much more vivid than usual. Not surprisingly, Estelle was the focus. I had gone to use the toilet and heard her get out of the tub. I quickly finished, expecting that she would be coming out soon. But instead, I heard a low moan coming from beyond the door. It didn’t take me long to recognize the sound as one of pleasure. It was much clearer than when she had gotten into the tub, the sound carrying past the one-inch gap at the bottom of the door.

Glancing at the counter, I saw one of her makeup mirrors lying there. Looking back to the space beneath the door, I collected the mirror and knelt down. I soon found that I had to lie on the floor to see into the other room. But once in position, I got an eyeful. Estelle was lying on the mat in front of the tub. Her head was thrown back and her legs were facing me, spread apart with one hand sliding through the outer lips of her pussy. Her other hand was massaging her small breasts, gently rolling her nipples through her fingers. She would spend a few minutes on one tit, then move to the other. Meanwhile, her right hand was busy. Her fingers would slide down between the lips, picking up sticky, shiny fluid before moving up to a little nub at the top of the folds of skin that surrounded her sex. I could just make out the hint of pale blonde hair under her hand, and if there was any on the lips of her pussy, it was too sparse and fine to see from this distance.

My cock quickly became engorged as I watched her, forcing its way past the waistband of my sweats. Her hands began moving more quickly and her breathing became harsh. I didn’t even realize my own hand had moved until I was stroking myself in time with her frigging. Her moans escalated into a scream as her back arched. She was having an orgasm, and the sight triggered mine. I didn’t even have time to realize that it was happening, and I shot my load onto the linoleum floor. I don’t know if I had made a noise, but I opened my eyes to see the reflection of her pale blue eyes locked on the gap I was peering through. Her face relaxed with a smile, and she let her head slowly drop back to the floor. Her finger slipped just inside her pussy, moving slightly before sliding back out. I could clearly see the wetness as she lifted the hand toward her face. I didn’t see it, but I could hear her moan around her fingers as she tasted her cum.

She stretched, her legs straightening and spreading apart again. Then she sat up, still facing me, and started to pull on the robe. She paused, glancing at the door.

“Cole, I forgot my brush in my room.” She called out, “Could you bring it to me in the bathroom?”

I slid away from the door as fast as I could without making noise. I covered my mouth with hand as I answered to make it sound like I was farther away. “Be right there.”

I thought I heard a giggle as I returned the mirror to the counter and slipped out of the room. I collected her brush, remembering to check that my sweats were in place before returning to the bathroom. She was just stepping past the sliding door, her robe again hanging half-open — almost, but not quite indecent. I handed her the brush and she smiled, kissing me cheek.

“Thanks, babe. You’re the best.”

“Yeah. You know, that would make a good song — Baby You’re the Best.”

“I think Carly Simon already did that one.”

“Really? I don’t remember it.”

She giggled again as she turned back to face the mirror. “Sure. It was the theme song for The Spy Who Loved Me.”

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck. Her arousal was still wafting up from her body, and mine responded immediately.

“God, Stelle. You smell amazing.”

She leaned back into me, and I was certain that she could feel my erection. “Must be the Skin So Soft body wash.”

“I’m thinking it’s just you. I’ll be reading in my room if you want to join me.”

Her face clouded a bit. “I told you, I’m not ready for sex.”

I kissed her temple as I pulled away. “Never said anything about sex. I said that I’ll be reading. You’re free to bring in a book and read next to me. I just like your company.”

Her smile returned. “Maybe I will join you — after I get dressed.”

I returned to my room and picked up the novel I was reading — Michael Crichton’s The Lost World. Although it was written as if the events in the book could actually happen today, I was a bit skeptical that we had enough understanding of genes to successfully create dinosaurs from samples of blood found in several-million-year-old mosquitos. Nevertheless, Jurassic Park had been a standout novel. The sequel just didn’t quite have the same spark. It was still an enjoyable read, and I quickly found myself rooting for the dinos. Not long after picking up the book, my dream ended.

#

“Hey, sleepy-head,” a soft voice whispered, followed by a kiss on my cheek. “Still want me to join you?”

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Part 2 of my fantasy*

I start this visit to see you with a stop at the adult bookstore.

I decide to make a “surprise visit” it’s late but I know you’re awake because you’re messaging me. You keep telling me how much you wish your wife was more like me. About how you want her to try new things and definitely wish that she would take dick sucking advice from me.

I message you asking “do you trust me?” Immediately I get a message back “of course!” I message you again. “Is she asleep? Can I come over?” You respond with “Yes and yes. OMG, what are we doing?”

I grab the bag of stuff I bought and have it in my hand standing at the door when I message you to “open up.”

You open the door and immediately pull me in for one of our bear hugs with a long kiss. “Well hello to you too!”

You look down at my bag and say “uh oh, what do you have planned.”

“Remember how I asked you if you trusted me?” “Uh huh” you nod

“Well I know we haven’t had sex yet and you’re frustrated with it and I keep hearing about how shitty she is in bed.”

“Welllll… in this bag I have restraints and a ball gag”. The look on your face is utter disbelief. I hurry on before you say anything else.

“I would love to show your straight laced, slightly stuck up wife how a real woman pleases her man.”

You look at me like I’ve grown a second head for a second. But then I see a smile start to form. You then blurt out “Fuck it, what do you want me to do?” Well that was way easier than I thought it was going to be I think to myself.

“You’re going to take a chair into the bedroom and pick her up and set her in the chair, then you’re going to take these restraints and secure her to the chair.”

“When she wakes, starts to freak out and yell, you’re going to pop this ball gag into her mouth to muffle it.”

Your eyes get big as you nod and say “Okay.” I look you in the eye and say “This first time is only going to be you and me, but with your permission I’d like to see if we can get her so worked up that she wants to join us.”

Your eyes then about pop out of your head for real this time as your jaw drops. Speechless, I’ve made you speechless. All you can do is dumbly nod your head yes.

I smack your butt. “Let’s get moving.” You carry the chair to the bedroom while I carry the restraints and the ball gag.

I kind of hide down behind the chair some. I watch you pick her up topkapı escort and set her down in the chair in front of me. “Honey what’s going on?” she slurs, still asleep.

“I just want to try something new honey is all” you say back. As you’re restraining her arms I think ahead and work her panties down from behind.

You see what I’m doing and slide them down the rest of the way. I quickly start restraining her legs because she’s starting to wake up more.

“What the hell what’s going on” she says with a little panic in her voice. I pass you the ball gag and you pop it in her mouth. Still behind her, I help you to secure it.

Now she is successfully tied to the chair and everything she tries to say is completely muffled.

“It’s not time for you to talk sweetie it’s time for you to listen” I say as I come around into her view.

“I keep getting told how you say sex is a chore. It hurts. It’s gross, and you only do it because you feel like you have to.”

Her eyes get big. “Well honey that’s what I’m here for tonight. I am going to show you, with the help of your sexy husband how a real woman takes care of her man.”

I look up at you and kiss you passionately. “Take off your clothes you sexy thing.” I take mine off as well.

You had positioned the chair just right where she’s directly in line with the bed. “You. I want you to lay back” I say to you. I then look to her and say “now sweetie I want you to watch carefully.”

She struggles against the restraints, fully awake now. Her muffled cries sound like “no don’t do this” but of course we are at the point where we don’t care.

“A real good woman wants to please her man, and a way she can please her man is by giving him head. Not because she has to but because she wants to make him happy.”

I lean down and take your impressively hard cock into my mouth. I hear you sigh as I take all of you into my mouth.

I suck you slowly taking you deep into my mouth, then pulling off, letting you pop out. I pause for a second. “The trick honey is you’re supposed to try and make your mouth similar to a pussy only it’s better because you swirl your tongue and you can suck harder.” I proceed to suck you fast then slow taking you deep then only sucking and licking on the head.

“Oooooh I almost forgot baby girl. I got you a toy!!” I climb off the bed and run to the bathroom quickly grabbing a hand towel and the fatih escort black bag from the store.

I find what I’m looking for and I open up the batteries. I put them into a new bullet. I then stand in front of her. “This is so you can enjoy this too!”

She struggles and jerks but the restraints hold her as I scrunch up the towel. I slide it between her pussy and the chair. I then slide the bullet down between her pussy lips and the towel.

Once I’m sure it’s not going anywhere I turn the bullet on low. Her hips instantly jerk and I know it’s hitting a good spot. I go back to the bed. “Honey you’ve got to keep things interesting.”

I straddle your face before leaning down to take your dick back into my mouth. I moan around your dick as I feel your first lick. You have already gone down on me several times and know exactly what to do. Damn!!

I rock my hips pushing my pussy farther into your mouth as I suck your dick for all I’m worth. I stop and climb off your face. I look at her and tell her. “Sometimes you’ve just got to take charge baby and ride.”

I climb back over you lining your cock up with my pussy. It’s so wet that you slide all the way inside me after just three pumps. I ride you hard, rocking my hips and rubbing my clit on your pelvic bone.

It’s causing me to gasp and moan at all the sensations and emotions of finally having you, my favorite cousin deep inside my pussy!

I ride you for a while, our moans and grunts filling the room. I think again about how you’re my cousin. It pushes me over the edge and I cum all over you. I can feel it gushing out and soaking you. I’m too weak to continue riding.

You roll us over and really start pounding me hard and deep, giving me every inch of you. I wrap my legs around your butt pulling you closer and deeper into me. I also pull your face down and kiss you like our lives depend on it.

You pull back and pull my legs up and pressing down on the back of my upper thigh you slam into me over and over again. My juices are splashing everywhere each time you slam into me and it makes a slapping noise.

I moan out “I’m getting ready to cum again” and that pushes you over the edge as you empty yourself deep inside me…

I look over at her and her hips are working as she’s grinding her clit in the bullet. “It looks like you need a little more baby.”

I click the bullet up to high. Her hips start to buck and eyüp escort her legs start to quiver as it sends her over the edge. While she is still in her orgasm high I ask her if she wants to start trying new things.

She nods her head yes. “Let’s start now” I say as I remove the bullet and towel from between her legs. I scoot her butt to the edge of the seat and I position myself where I’m at eye level with her pussy.

I lean forward and take a long lick. “Mmm baby. You are definitely my first girl but I’m going to make it worth your while.” I start licking and sucking her clit with lots of enthusiasm.

Her hips start rocking into my face. I kneel to get a better angle and I trail my fingers around her stomach making it jerk and she moans out as I trail my fingers down her legs and back up to her pussy.

I slide a finger in and pump it in and out of her, alternating between extremely fast and painfully slow. I look up at her, seeing she is enjoying this more than she’d ever care to admit.

“If we unrestrained you would you like to have your body worshiped by the both of us before he takes you as deep and hard as he wants in any position?”

She says a muffled yes and nods her head. We quickly undo all the restraints and help her lay back in the bed as we kiss and lick all over her body. Both settling at her pussy, our faces side by side each taking laps at her clit.

All the while she squirms and moans and says “Oh fuck! Don’t stop!” You continue to lick her clit as I slide down a little and slide my tongue as deep into her pussy as possible tasting all her delicious juices.

She actually screams as she cums all over both of our faces. “Now it’s your turn babe” you say to her.

“I want to take you doggy style so I can go as deep as I want. I want her to lay down in front of you. I want to watch you eat my cousin’s wet, juicy pussy while I pound you, pushing your face deeper into her pussy.”

She couldn’t even talk to deny you anything she even needed help getting positioned. I hear you groan as you slide into her. It matched my own moan as her tentative tongue touched my clit for the first time.

It all became a blur for me because I was so wrapped up in having my pussy ate by your wife and you fucking the shit out of her.

I thought about your dick in my pussy earlier and it just pushed me over the edge and I flooded her face with pussy juice.

Which then set off a chain reaction. I hear her call out just before I hear you roar and see you slam into her holding her hips tight against as you empty yourself into her. Making sure her pulsating pussy milks every drop out of you.

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Two Weeks Later…….

A lazy Wednesday afternoon found Valerie Benchkoff piddling around the house, washing a few dishes, making out a grocery list and trying to decide what to fix for dinner. Gazing longingly out the window above the sink, at the same marvelous view of the backyard, barn and endlessly stretching fields that she had grown to love over the past three decades, something sudden and gravely unsettling caused her blood to freeze.

The dish in her hand splashing when she dropped it hastily into the dirty water, Valerie’s mouth opened and her eyes flared when she saw Rodrego sprint across the yard, in the direction of the barn where Nolan was working. Instantly, Valerie sensed the worst.

Scampering to the backdoor as fast as her 49 year old feet could take her, Valerie burst into the backyard just in time to see Rodrego disappear into the barn. The blood rushing like lava through her veins as she dashed through the grass, Valerie’s knees went limp when she got to the door in time to see Rodrego kneeling down over her fallen Husband.

Valerie could see that Nolan’s eyes were open but there was a massive amount of pain etched across his weathered face.

“OH..MY..GOD NOLAN..are you alright? ” Valerie stammered, trying to wedge herself between the side of the barn and piece of equipment Nolan had fallen beside.

Her stopped heart reassured a little when she didn’t see any evidence of blood in the barn or injury on his body, Valerie looked up at Rodrego, hoping he could shed some light on what had happened.

“I heard him yelling from in here while I was on the other side of the yard…I came running,” Rodrego quickly offered. “I think it might be his back.”

“YES…It’s my Goddamn back again, ” Nolan venomously interrupted, trying in vain to pull himself to his feet as his Wife and Rodrego tried to hold him steady.

“Just stay down there for a second..please,” Valerie demanded, leaving Rodrego caught between trying to help Nolan stand up and Valerie keeping him down to collect himself.

“I can stand..EERRGGGG…up,” Nolan grimaced.

“No you can’t….Just hold still, Nolan,” Valerie countered, taking firm control of the situation.

“Don’t worry Rodrego..he’ll be OK..this is the third time in the last few months this has happened..he’ll just never learn…all he needs is some rest and a good whack on the head,” Valerie laughed from relief, knowing what she found when she got to the barn could have been much worse.

Creating a wall of support on each side of Nolan’s collapsed weight, Valerie and Rodrego swung each of his arms over their shoulders and carefully tried to lift him up.

“UURRGGHH,” Nolan grunted, half from the pain exploding in his lower back and half from the embarrassment of having his Wife and Rodrego see him at such a moment of weakness.

“You’re going to the hospital this time,” Valerie spat coarsely into her Husband’s ear as she helped Rodrego drag him from the barn.

“No I’m not..it ain’t that bad,” Nolan protested. “Just a few pain pills and a night’s sleep and I’ll be fine..besides…we don’t need any more medical bills than we already have!”

Rodrego kept his mouth shut throughout the whole ordeal. Content to be the muscle behind the chore of getting Nolan into the house, the last thing he wanted to do was get in between the bickerings of a Husband and Wife.

Once inside, Rodrego helped Valerie get Nolan into the bedroom so she could forage through the house for the usual assortment of ice packs, pain pills and a heating pad.

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One day of being laid up with a bad back turned into three and counting for Nolan. Even though he steadfastly refused to see a doctor, it was certainly where he should have been. From a labor standpoint around the farm, Rodrego had been there long enough that he could handle the day to day basics. The real problem was for Valerie in trying to keep her sanity and get anything done around the house with Nolan’s constant bitching and need for attention.

She knew deep down how much it ripped at Nolan’s manhood and morale when he wasn’t able to do all the things he had long taking for granted around the farm and even though she knew he’d be back to work in a few days, it gave her pause and chilled her to the bone when she contemplated the future, knowing how his physical health was in steady decline.

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More than ever, Valerie was thankful she and her Husband had decided to bring someone like Rodrego into their lives. With Nolan on the shelf for a few days, either the work around the farm wouldn’t have been done or Valerie would have had to ask some of the friends of the family to take time away from their busy lives, when each already had more than enough to worry about on their collective plates.

That Friday evening, over two full days since Nolan’s back first went out, he thought he was feeling well enough to try taking a bath.

Thinking it was a good way to measure her Husband’s progress combined Beylikdüzü escort with the fact that she had to sleep beside him, Valerie decided to give it a go. Waiting until Rodrego had turned in for the night so they wouldn’t be disturbed, Valerie drew a tubful of steaming hot water and mixed in some epson salt to help with the healing.

“Rodrego already gone to bed?” Nolan asked.

“Yeah..I think so,” Valerie replied.

“Good,” they both nodded, not wanting their guest, or anyone for that matter, to see them in such an awkward endeavor.

Getting Nolan in the tub went off without a hitch. And he did seem to perk up for the 20 minutes or so he spent soaking in the hot soothing water. Unfortunately, sometime during the process of trying to eradicate himself from the tub, his back stiffened, causing him to groan in pain as he collapsed like a sack of potatoes into the water.

An echoing “UUGGGRRHHHH” ripped through the house, causing Valerie to wince knowing there was no way Rodrego couldn’t hear it from his room.

“Oh God …what am I gonna do now?” Valerie dreadfully thought. “Nolan..can you move?”

“…No..No I don’t think so,” he admitted after a long pause, his words of defeat sending a cold chill down his wife’s spine.

For the better part of 10 minutes, Valerie made several fruitless attempts to pull Nolan from the soapy depths. His body too heavy for her under ideal circumstances, the slickness of his skin combined with his physical ailment made it feasibly impossible for Valerie to rescue her Husband.

Dreading the only other option she had, caught somewhere between laughter and a real tear, Valerie decided to go get Rodrego to help.

“Where are you going?” Nolan choked.

“To go get Rodrego,” Valerie replied with an exasperated sigh, keeping her back to her naked Husband just so she wouldn’t have to see the dejection on his face.

“No…don’t do that,” Nolan wanted to plead but deep down he knew it was their only alternative.

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Stirred from bed by Valerie’s gentle pecking on his door, half asleep, Rodrego hopped up from his nest.

“Everything alright?” he immediately asked, it being the first time since he moved in with the Benchkoff’s that Valerie had summoned him after he had turned in for the night.

“…Y..Yeah..it’s just Nolan again…This is going to sound stupid..but….I was trying to give him a bath…and well…he must have tweaked his back again..and now…well…I can’t seem..to get him ..out of …the,” Valerie voice trembled with embarrassment.

“So you just need a hand….,” Rodrego finished the older woman’s thought before falling in line behind her as they made their way to the bathroom.

Clad in nothing but a pair of dark blue and green flannel pajama bottoms that he had hastily thrown on when Valerie knocked on his door, Rodrego ducked into the bathroom and immediately felt his insides squirm when he saw Nolan’s predicament.

Naked and cowing slightly in the tub from the acceptance of his own physical impotence, Nolan was left with no other option but to sit and patiently wait for his removal.

“I can do this on my own,” Nolan groaned bitterly, in last ditch effort to pull himself free, but a moment later, he froze and fell back into the water before even getting a quarter of the way up.

“No Nolan,” Valerie shrieked. “Just stay there so Rodrego and I can help you. Please!”

Not having a clue how they were going to go about the task of raising Nolan’s body from the tub, Rodrego tapped his feet anxiously as Valerie tried to figure something out.

“Maybe if you…if you can get him from this side…and I can hold his arm here..we can…,” Valerie aimlessly pondered, too emotional now to even think straight.

“Let me give it a try on my own..and we’ll see what happens,” Rodrego mercifully offered.

Holding his breath as he allowed Valerie to step aside, Rodrego got his first unfettered look at Nolan languishing in the tub. Instantly feeling his heart shudder from the spot the older man was in, Rodrego tried his best not to make eye contact with Nolan as he steeled himself for the task ahead.

“We’ll have you out of there in a sec,” Rodrego convincingly offered even though he wasn’t buying his own bravado.

Placing his hands underneath each of Nolan’s shoulders, Rodrego steadied his feet on the floor before trying to lift the older man’s weight. His progress was stymied each time however by the combination of Nolan’s slippery, water logged flesh and the difficult and narrow angle he had due to the positioning of the tub in the 80 year old bathroom.

After several failed attempts, the only way Rodrego seriously thought they could succeed in getting Nolan from his liquid cell was to literally reach down and scoop him out of the tub.

Perched on one knee as he balanced himself for the first attempt, Rodrego prepared to reach both arms into the water. Turning once more to check Valerie position behind him before proceeding, something Beylikdüzü escort in their passing gaze caused the hands of time to grind to a sudden halt.

Before he could muster the momentum to make an initial attempt to scoop Nolan from the tub, something primal kept Rodrego’s focus trained on the woman to his left. A frigid rush of electric calm washed through Rodrego’s system when he saw the way Valerie lowered her eyes when he turned to face her.

Subconsciously feeling the weight of Rodrego’s stare on her, Valerie kept her head bowed until the 18 year old boy began to understand.

Putting himself in Valerie’s shoes for a moment, it all started to make sense when she finally looked up and he was able to gaze into her glassy and burdened brown eyes.

“That day at the feed store when she caught me staring at the clerk..the way she looked away and was flustered for the rest of the day..she’s doing the same exact thing now..only worse,” Rodrego pondered, his groin gradually beginning to tighten as the strange interplay unfolded. “And now here she is..standing right in front of me…helpless…having to watch her Husband like this……at his weakest.”

Oblivious to the fact that Nolan’s left hand was still firmly cinched around his bicep, Rodrego kept his burning glare focused on Valerie, looking through the window of her soul with laser-like precision until the older woman’s chest began to heave up and down.

The only sound in the bathroom, other than the three intermingled heartbeats, was the occasional drip of water from the faucet into the tub of now stagnant water below.

Unable to cognitively process quite what was happening, Nolan felt as if he had been kicked in the stomach when Rodrego raised up from the floor, causing the life grip he had on the muscular boy’s right arm to slowly, and dreadfully, let go.

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His lone tether to Rodrego now severed, Nolan was forced to sit back in the tub and take in the full implication of the young stud’s fascination with Valerie. And in his position, there was absolutely nothing Nolan could do about it.

In a blinding and maddening rush, Nolan’s face went lifeless as he re-lived every single personal failing of the recent months, from his inability to perform in the bedroom for his wife to the constant and nagging issues of his health around the farm. Wincing, as if his tear ducts were secreting acid, Nolan felt his stomach roll when he saw the inescapable bulge pushing out the front of Rodrego’s flannel pajamas bottoms.

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Everything the Benchkoff’s had done for him since his arrival in Iowa played like a conflicted concerto inside Rodrego’s head. Everything he had learned about work ethic, dedication and loyalty from the married couple caused icicles of guilt to form in his bloodstream.

“He’s been about the best Father Figure I’ve ever had,” Rodrego tortured himself. “And Valerie…she’s been there for me at every turn…letting me into her home as if she’s known me all my life…and now..I’m about to do…this?”

Feeling the walls of his sanity closing in from every direction, Rodrego vacillated in place between Nolan and Valerie, knowing he’d be the one to make the next move. Turning his gaze once more to Nolan in the tub, Rodrego’s heart sunk as he studied the older man’s face.

“Try to get me out..one more time..please,” Nolan’s eyes seemed to beg.

His heavy balls tingling as his cock continued to harden, Rodrego bit his lip and turned away from Nolan to face Valerie. His erection pointing like a divining rod directly at the cowering married woman, Rodrego took a step towards her, extending his right hand until it disappeared behind Valerie’s back. In one measured and perfect motion, Rodrego flexed his palm open and clamped it like a vice around Valerie’s left asscheek.

What air that was left in Valerie’s lungs gurgled free from her throat when she felt the 18 year old pull her startled body towards him. Nudged helplessly forward, Valerie’s timid voice shrieked the instant the tip of Rodrego’s protruding penis pressed into her soft belly.

“You like the way that feels?” Rodrego’s inflamed expression seemed to ask as he kept his cock wedged firmly against Valerie’s abdomen at the same time he kneaded her ass with his right hand.

Removing his palming grip from Valerie’s behind after a half minute of rough fondling, Rodrego scoured his fingers over the gasping woman’s waist before guiding his advances all the way up to the front of Valerie’s nightshirt. Clamping his right hand tightly down over the voluptuous endowment of the trembling married woman’s left breast, Rodrego felt his fingertips tingle as wave after wave of adrenaline pumped through his aroused young body.

Squeezing the fleshy weight of Valerie’s bosom, in essence, clearly marking it and the rest of the her body as his, Rodrego stole a quick glance in the mirror just to see that Nolan was still sitting stoically in the tub, helpless to do nothing Escort Beylikdüzü but look on.

Releasing his grip momentarily from the buxom woman’s left breast, Rodrego eased his right hand down the side of Valerie’s torso until his fingers found her left wrist. Pulling her arm forward, Rodrego used his thumb to peel apart Valerie’s fingers before mashing her opened palm directly against the rock solid appendage straining through the front of his pants.

“Oh my God,” Valerie’s gasped weakly, the tendons in her forearm flexing erratically as the unflinching teenager held her hand against his crotch.

Standing in place, seeming to curiously taunt Valerie with his manhood, Rodrego allowed her to repeatedly roll her sweaty palm over the jutting bulge of his sheathed penis.

“Leave you hand there,” Rodrego’s glaring and intense eyes seemed to say as he released his steadying grip from Valerie’s wrist.

An illuminating smile spread across Rodrego’s hawkish face when he looked down at the way Valerie hypnotically kept her hand placed against his throbbing groin.

Quickly digging his freed fingers into the bottom hem of the stunned woman’s nightshirt, Rodrego wasted no time lifting it all the way up her chest, revealing Valerie’s heavy and sagging breasts.

“YESSS,” the teenage hunk hissed approvingly, before clamping his left hand down on Valerie’s ample mounds of alabastor flesh.

“Those are the biggest tits I’ve ever seen,” Rodrego whispered to Valerie, now completely ignoring her Husband’s presence behind him.

Draping the front of Valerie’s raised teeshirt over the swells of her breasts to free his hands, Rodrego took a calm step back to admire the older woman’s partial nudity.

“I want to see that pussy too,” a voice in his head soon demanded.

Licking the glistening saliva from his lips with his long, angular tongue, Rodrego leaned forward once again and placed his hands on each of Valerie’s hips. Rubbing his fingers over the warm skin of the swooning woman’s belly, the Puerto Rican stud hooked the fabric of Valerie’s white panties around his thumbs and crudely yanked them down to the floor, leaving her breasts and privates completely exposed.

“OH..FUCKIN…YEAH,” Rodrego grinned, allowing his nasal passages to fill with the tangy feminine scent rising from Valerie’s oily pink sheath.

Cupping his hand forward as if he was examining an ripe apple on a fruit stand, Rodrego closed his grip around Valerie’s entire pubic region, allowing the thick, matted patch of curled hair to tickle his fingers as Valerie’s cunt oozed over the entire width of his massaging palm.

“You really do want this?” Rodrego scoldingly looked across into the older woman’s trembling face.

Keeping his right hand embedded between Valerie’s thighs, Rodrego raised his left hand once again and resumed his fondling assault on both of the shaken woman’s swaying breasts.

Thumbing each of Valerie’s nipples to full and shameful hardness right in the center of the bathroom, Rodrego caught Valerie stealing a quick and guilty peek down to her Husband languishing in the tub. An instant later he saw how she bowed her head once again as a series of chilling goosebumps darted across her exposed flesh.

“Get down on your knees Valerie..right now,” Rodrego calmly demanded, not wanting to lose the moment.

Giving Valerie’s pussy one last urgent squeeze, Rodrego then placed both his hands against her heaving chest until she acquiesced and began to drop to the floor. Her face now at eye level with his crotch, Rodrego took Valerie by both shoulders and gradually worked her hands up to the front of his pajama bottoms.

“This is what you’ve been thinking about ever since I got here..ain’t it?” Rodrego gently prodded. “Now you’re this close to it…don’t try to lie or deny it Valerie …about all the times I’ve caught you stealing glances at me..now here’s your chance..take it out and do what you want to with it.”

Digging Valerie’s quivering white fingers into the elastic band of his pants, Rodrego selfishly measured every subtle reaction dripping from Valerie’s pores as inch after inch of his smooth and shiny brown beheamouth came into view.

Watching Valerie gulp several times as his veiny and rigid erection continued to fill her widening eyes, Rodrego placed his right hand on the top of Valerie’s head as she teetered below.

“ALRIGHT,” the teenager gasped proudly when the entirety of his uncircumcised manhood finally swung free from its constraints, jerking wildly through the air in front of Valerie’s face as she knelt between his muscular calves.

Switching his left hand to the top of Valerie’s scalp, Rodrego used his right hand to grip the base of his freed prick, aiming it directly at the married woman’s chin until several streaks of precum were painted just below her sheepish pink lips.

“Suck it..Go ahead and suck it, ” Rodrego hissed down, before pulling his virile girth away from Valerie’s hesitantly opened mouth as soon as she made an attempt.

Repeating that teasing act several times, enjoying the way Valerie leaned forward further each time only to come up short, Rodrego cast a quick gaze over to Nolan in the tub and marvaled from the look of awe on the older man’s face at the way he freely taunted his kneeling wife.

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Nothing too special happened on the day I figured out that my father liked cock. Besides that. I came home a little drunk. The party, that I told my father that I would attend and probably stay all night and crash at some friend’s house, was boring. So it was partially my fault that I came back early, or that I came back at all.

I expected my father to be asleep so I left all the lights turned off and walked in silence through the house, but of course I stopped when I saw the light coming from under his bedroom door. Curious, probably already thinking that dad was doing something dirty, I opened silently. Or tried to. However, my father didn’t move. I knew that he had slept on the chair, which was on the opposite side of the door so I could only see the his back. As I got closer, I saw it on the computer.

A video of two guys fucking. Weirder than that, it was a video titled “Father teaches his son a lesson”. My whole body just weakened and trembled. And something stirred inside of my pants. Although, I wasn’t ready to admit that yet. Instead of turning around, my feet took me closer to him. And his cock was out, but soft, uncut with a brown head and a drop of leaking cum.

My father was in his 40s. He still had traces of an athletic body that he earned in his early 20s, but he was rarely going to the gym now. White skin and black hair, sometimes I couldn’t believe he still hadn’t found another woman, since he was more good looking than me. Now I knew why.

I shook his shoulder.

“Dad, wake up.”

When my father slowly opened his eyes, my cock was waiting for him. I’m sure he took little time to understand what was going on, because his face turned to the computer and my exposed thick cock in front of him, and his eyes became huge. But I endured my insecurity and waited.

“I’m so sorry” he said, as he took my cock and stroked it like he couldn’t stop himself. I didn’t know why I was so turned on, but the way he touched me seemed more efficient than any sex I had. I put my hand on his shoulder to take back some balance.

I watched as my father’s cock grew between his legs. It kept going to the point that I felt a weird desire mixed with pride. Suddenly I moaned and realized after that now he was sucking me. Avidly. I held his head and helped him, otherwise the man would die. My legs Beylikdüzü escort still gave signs of weakling trembles. It was all happening so fast.

“Yeah, suck that cock” I said. Because it was the only thing that came to me. It felt wrong, it was my father right there bubbling on my member, I should be able to say more creative things. “Suck it, dad. Yeah, like that.”

Dad looked at me like a dream come true.

He gave a big kiss on my cock’s head and stood up. He hugged me, kissing my neck which gave me a shiver all over. He breathed hard on my ear, and most of all, inhaled my smell.

“Shit, dad.” I was out of breath. But he kept going, all the way to the bed, my cock rubbing on his belly with the movement that took us slowly to the place where he told me he thought about me constantly.

“You’re such a big boy now.”

The way he said it made it clear in what way he meant for me to take it.

“You raised it” I said, which provoked a weird desperate laugh out of him. I felt bad, so I kissed him. My dad’s lips were amazing.

Dad’s hands felt my ass insistently, giving away what he wanted the most. So I told him I was actually prepared because I always enjoyed to let girls have their fun with me. He growled a little at that, but nodded, and suddenly he was the normal guy of my everyday life, while he took our clothes off and prepared me to the fucking. Ass up, dog style.

A finger on my tight hole made me jump. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.”

I wanted him to hurt me. Now my hole was wet. My father’s tongue. It insisted on my entrance, bringing his face between my ass cheeks. He told me I tasted good and I thanked him awkwardly, while his strong hands left red marks on my bum and lower back. I was so clearly his object at that moment, my own dad. It was hot.

Dad spread me on the bed and jerked me off while I moaned on his pillow, that smelled of him. A smell that confused my mind with two different ideas now.

His tongue slowly worked its way through my balls and cock. It was warm inside his mouth. I loved it so much I almost cummed, but I warned him and he took it out at the right moment. He took my ass with his huge hands and spread the cheeks one more time. I heard him spit and later felt the wet sensation on my hole. He rubbed his spit with one finger and made circular movements. Beylikdüzü escort

I moaned.

“What is it, son?” He said. “Can you feel how much I love you? Is that it?”

I looked down between my legs and saw the shining tip of my bulging head where a bit of precum leaked. It fell on the bed, making a wet mark. Another went right behind it. As I stared, I licked my lips. Dad stopped. And something new pressed my asshole, bigger than his finger, harder than his tongue. I closed my eyes with anticipation.

The pressure made me think about fucking a girl, and I wondered if my father was having that same sensation. Or better, since it was way tighter than any pussy. I wanted my old man to enjoy.

“Come on, dad… I can take it.”

I didn’t know if that was true. My hole opened for the head and awareness cursed and gifted me with every inch that my father put inside of me. I stretched for him. Fingers pressing on my skin, I went still. I didn’t know what to do next. Then he was fucking me. His long hard cock didn’t even come all in, but dad began his in and outs.

I closed my eyes hard, biting the pillow. My body welcomed the sex, didn’t even care who did the job of making me feel that way, it just enjoyed. So my dad pounded my ass, leaving a good first impression, since I was a virgin. I let girls have their fun, but never something as close to big as a cock. His hands touched every exposed part of my body. We were bonding right there. Relationship goals.

I looked back at him, when the thrusts became more rhythmic and I grew used to the painful pleasure of being rubbed on the prostate through my ass. Dad looked right back as he said dirty things to me, which encouraged me. I pushed my ass, taking all in. Thank god no one lived with us, someone probably would hear us if they walked by outside of the room, maybe of the house.

Three things that existed purely were my ass and my cock and my father. Dad realized I was in need and told me I could stroke myself. So I grabbed it, pitifully trying to jerk off as he fucked me.

Then he jumped on me, fell on the bed and fucked me on the side, lifting my leg with his strong hand. We were both heavily wet. “Oh my god, son,” he said. His need drove me a little crazy. His thing slid inside and out really fast, which didn’t allow me to think rationally at all. I moved Escort Beylikdüzü my thighs trying to follow his speed, inviting him to keep fucking. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Guilty and shame could fuck themselves right now.

I could sense it was going to be the best orgasm even before I had it. But then I felt the explosion coming from my balls and my cock seemed to scream out those jets of white cum, until the point that it became a weak and more liquid transparent flow. My father rubbed gently my balls and the area between them and my ass, scratching my pubes, that were almost never taken out. He didn’t mind. At all.

Every part of me felt loved. I turned my upper body and face around and kissed him, while he fucked me in the most romantic way since that crazy experience began, I loved it even more. I didn’t know how he was still holding himself, his face red and sweating. The friction of my asscheeks and hole engulfing my father’s member whole was as good as when he began.

That night I looked in my father’s eyes as he cummed on my belly. He kissed me and lay on top of me. None of us wanted to say anything, so I just touched and caressed him as if he was a boyfriend who really needed attention. I whispered nice things while his lips sucked on my nipples, and I wished I could be on his head at that moment, to know what he was thinking while he let me touch him like I was taking care of him.

At one point, he put his face on my shoulders, arms all around me like those big hugs he used to give me when I was little, and his nose sniffed my armpits. I looked at him, just to see his intent on those eyes, not interested to look away from the little spot under my arm. I told him I probably wasn’t smelling that great, but he told me I had the best smell in the world. I opened the area which had more than a few hair, but my father didn’t mind it. He licked and inhaled, and not once I felt tickled. My cock was hard again.

Next morning I woke up with the thought that I had ejaculated inside my dad’s mouth, and he, inside of my ass. It wasn’t a dream. There I was, naked on his room and on his bed, feeling a constant sting of uncomfortable on my anus. Dad had woken up. I looked around the empty room and just blinked, waiting for everything to sink in. The door opened and his face smiled at me.

“Good morning, son. I’m headed for work. Breakfast is ready. Are you okay?”

The last question wasn’t supposed to mean anything, but Dad’s eyes changed somehow, while looking at me. I knew I could destroy him if I just told him I had regrets.

“I’ll be waiting for you” I said.

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Author’s comments: First things first: I offer a silent prayer for our men and women in the armed forces.

{You don’t have to participate if you don’t want to, but don’t begrudge or belittle those who do. As the ACLU intentionally misquotes; the Constitution of the United States of America guarantees every citizen freedom “of ” religion, not freedom “from” religion. Don’t believe this? Read the document for yourself, actually read it… and I mean the words that are written in it, not the ones you personally would like to see there.}

Without the selfless sacrifices of our soldiers, sailors, airmen/airwomen (and can’t forget the Marines) over the last 228 years, there is a very good chance you might not be reading a word of this, nor would any of the writers here at Literotica—as well as the readership—be able exercise what so many have fought to preserve and died to protect; the First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States… the inalienable right to freedom of speech.

Think about that; really think about it, long and hard… before you go bombarding my email for going off on a political rant.

I also want to wish everyone a Happy and prosperous New Year. Love, Luck, and Lust to you all.

Secondly: While I hope everyone enjoys this story, it’s written for one very special slut sister here at Literotica, whose name (unless she chooses to reveal it) shall remain strictly confidential. I know, I’m being a bitch again, but to me, privacy is one of those absolute words or phrases; such as consent, loyalty, and taking personal responsibility for one’s actions. (Sorry, didn’t mean to preach.)

And thirdly: There are several categories this short story could be placed in; Group Sex and BDSM to name two. However, given the overall gist of the story line, I think you’ll agree that, all in all, Lesbian Sex was the proper choice. Although, when it’s all said and done, Romance would have been a viable option.

And lastly: This story was posted for about a day and a half. Due to technical editorial issues, it had to be pulled, so this is, essentially, a reposting… with a slightly modified title.

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If you saw her sitting behind her desk—her red hair up in a tight French twist; reading glasses perched on a slender nose she, more often than not, had buried in a law book; whatever feminine charms she might possess hidden beneath a severe business suit—you would never suspect that prim, precise, and always punctual Kathleen Oberon could also be the center of everyone’s attention in the main orgy room at Krystal’s Palace—so named mostly because sole the proprietor’s name happened to be Krystal.

Known orgy revelers are not exactly the sort of persons major corporations care to entrust their legal affairs to, but, on her own time, protected by the high-tech security provided members of the ultra-exclusive club she belongs to, that is precisely what Kate is; an insatiably horny, bi-sexual cum-slut, who just can’t turn down the offer of a hot load of slimy jizz or yummy cunt-honey—anywhere the accommodating guy or gal wished to give it to her.

And tonight was no different than the many nights that had come before it, or those that would come after this one, and the ones after that one… and so on, and so on. Kate knows herself better than anyone else possibly could; when she is really into something, she tends to become obsessive; but when that something is another person, mere obsession is forced to give way to overt possessiveness—a state of affairs most people are not comfortable with. Our heroine, therefore, is a confirmed bachelorette and will probably remain one for at least the rest of her natural sexual life. And, if sex is no longer going to play a part in a relationship, why on earth would anyone want to go out and get themselves hogtied to the same person day after endless day, night after sexless night? Just to sit in a creaking rocking chair, watching someone else growing old along with you?

No, this has definitely not been one of Kathleen Oberon’s lifetime goals; that’s why she’s a Life Member at Krystal’s Palace. Here, she can revel in all the sex she wants—on some nights wallow in more varied forms of deviant sex than she can handle—with no emotional ties whatsoever, no strings of any kind attached. And when she (and she alone) decides it’s time to split the scene, she’s free to just up and leave; no reason or explanation given… to anyone. The key word for Kate is freedom; the freedom to go where SHE wants to go, when She wants to go; to do what SHE wants to do, how or with whomever SHE wants to do it… and not be answerable to another living soul for any of it.

Sex in any relationship also involves personal, as well as shared, responsibility. Uninvolved sex, simply for the sex itself, is far less claustrophobic. In Kate’s opinion, it’s the perfect sort of relationship… at least for her.

However, growing impatient with her present semen donor, Kate has clamped her slippery vaginal muscles a little tighter around Beylikdüzü escort the cock of the man kneeling behind her to further encourage the guy to get with the program and start laying some serious pipe to her. She’s only cum once on this guy’s cock and would really like to have another satisfying jolt go off inside her before he shoots his wad and will most likely be finished for a while. But, sadly, she realizes it isn’t going to happen as the guy gasps, tenses, and lets go with what is a comparatively small load cum into her already soupy cunt.

Courteous, even in the heat of fucking, she waits until his cock has withered and fallen out of her before reaching back between her legs and filling the cum-filled void with three knowledgeable fingers. No one knows what make you happy better then you know yourself, and Kate learned at an early age what made her the happiest, and what it took to accomplish the desired results. With her fingers curled so that they will rub on her G spot as she fucks them in and out and her thumb vigorously massaging her throbbing clit, it’s only a matter of seconds before she gives herself a climax at least five times better than she would have gotten with the guy slumped on the floor behind her.

Her breathing eventually returning closer to normal, she stands up and the copious amounts of sperm she’s already received this evening runs down the insides of her sweat-bathed thighs in slimy rivulets. The slippery, sticky wetness is a turnon in itself for Kate. In the last few years, ever since being accepted into Krystal’s Palace, she has come to look forward to the exhilarating feel of male, and female, genital fluid lathering her naked flesh almost as much as she craves the uninhibited sex she revels in on at least a bi-weekly basis.

Stretching, she checks in on the various sexual acts going on around her. A lesbian couple is off by themselves in one dark corner. Three gay men are going at one another hot and heavy in another corner. Half a dozen heterosexual couplings are being actively engaged in; two oral combos, three pretty much straight fucking, and the third consists of an Asian woman kneeling on the floor, gritting her teeth as a well-hung Slavic type is plowing her asshole like he’s drilling for deep sea oil

Two menage-a-tois are taking place side by side in the middle of the large room. Two borderline elderly women—one white, the other black—are seriously working over a much younger black man in one ménage. The other ménage is made up of the Caucasian gent who had most recently added his cum to her overflowing cunt, now sucking on a huge pair of Hispanic tits, while the owner of those massive mammary glands is having her asshole deeply fucked by a substantial black cock.

She glances around the room once more. All of the men in the room, except for one of the gay guys, have cum in her or on her at least once; three of the men having done the sloppy honors on her twice. She’s eaten out eight of the twelve available pussies in the room, and—women tending to cum, at the least, twice to almost any man’s once—she’s had her face creamed with yummy cunt-honey a total of fifteen times as juicy rewards for her superb lesbian servicing. Having the hots only for each other, the lesbian couple has twice declined her offer to help them out and the salt and pepper matrons are totally devoted to seeing how much use they can wring out of that long black dick before the poor guy is completely done in.

Kate sighs with a disappointment; she’d undressed only a couple of hours ago and already her options have dwindled down to less than a handful. Sometimes orgies are like that, though. Sometimes you have to play with what’s available in the room two or three times in order to get your fill, and other times, even taking on five and six partners at a time means that some of the revelers are going to have to take rain checks if they want you to play with them.

All in all, for a Friday night, the present occupancy of Krystal’s Palace main orgy room is only at about a quarter of its capacity. But, it’s still early.

Oh, the hell with this! Why am I trying to do this the hard way when a first person narration would be a far more intimate venue to relay this story to you? It has to be a whole lot easier than trying to retain a non-biased objectivity in the third person. So, I’m just going to do it that way.

If this is okay with you, fine. If it isn’t… Well then, it’s tough titty kitty! I’m going to shift gears on you, anyway. It’s my story and I can tell it any damned way I want to. So, leaving the opening just as it is—to basically set the scene for you—I’ll continue on in my own voice.

Not really in the mood to join in any of the present sexual shenanigans, I (Remember, I’m speaking in first person now.) I wandered out of the main room and down the hall towards the refreshment lounge. The warm semen that oozed from my cunt and down my thighs was a slick wetness that I thoroughly enjoyed with each step. I turned into the cozy lounge and sat Beylikdüzü escort down on a barstool, wet and naked, and loving it.

The lady bartender—a pretty blonde, accustomed to having naked, semen-splotched women waltzing into the lounge, smiled from the other end of the bar and started towards me. “What’ll it be, kiddo?”

Tasting the creamy jism that still coated my teeth, tongue and gums, I swallowed several times, then clear my throat. “A…” I croaked hoarsely and cleared my throat again. l had to repeat the unclogging process twice more before I trusted myself to speak without rasping. “A club soda, please.”

“Looks like you’ve been busy.” the blonde bartender said.

I looked down through my 36C breasts at my stomach. I felt a twinge in my pussy when I saw just how much cum was clinging to my tits and blood-red pubic hair. I knew I was making the stool wet from my sloppily creamed pussy, but that only added to the eroticism of it all. The bartender put the glass of clear soda and ice in front of me and I offered my club wristband to show that I had an unlimited account.

The blonde smiled and nodded. I picked up the glass of soda and downed a large gulp, then another. The cold liquid cooled my parched throat. It’s carbonated effervescence even cleansed my palate… somewhat.

As the bartender moved away, I asked, “Do you have a mirror handy?”

She stopped and turned around. Smiling and pointing over towards some nearby tables, she answered, “Over there on the wall’s the best I can offer.”

I thanked her, slipped off the stool and strolled over. I knew the blonde would be watching me walk toward the giant gilt-framed mirror. I knew she would be admiring my shapely, glistening body. In the mirror, In the reflection I caught her wetting her full lips with an abnormally long tongue.

I looked into the mirror, appraising my slutty reflection with a calculating eye and felt my pussy twinge again. The image looking back at me was not exactly what would be expected to be seen in a 26-year-old, up-and-coming second year corporate attorney with a prestigious, and ultra-conservative, law firm. Especially not an apparently quite normal, young professional woman from a rural Midwestern family.

No, not hardly. Within the private confines of Krystal’s Palace, this not-so-nice redhead in the mirror, with the pleasant facial features and shapely figure, firm, great tits riding high on her chest, and a full bush of dark reddish hair nestled between her nicely turned legs, almost all of it glistening wetly, was most definitely not what her stuffy associates at work would approve of, let alone what her puritanical family would think of this slut. Thick ropes, lines and streaks of still wet sperm covered most of her face and neck, her proud tits and flat stomach, and behind her reflection, her nice ass was plastered with the jizz of half a dozen men already. Cum was in the wild luxurious mane atop her head and the thick, crinkly bush crowning her prominent pubic mound was matted with spunk to the point of resembling a Brillo pad drug through raw egg whites.

I stepped in closer to the mirror and studied her face. Streamers of glistening sperm ran up and down her cheeks and across her forehead. The shiny pearlessant lines crisscrossed her neck. Milky droplets of sperm hung suspended in her wet pubic curls like lascivious liquid Christmas ornaments. Thick globs of cum oozed slowly down the sweeping curves of her firm tits, and some of the longer lingering droplets were clinging precariously to her engorged nipples.

“So far, not too damned bad,” I proudly complemented the smiling cum-slut in the mirror. I swiped a sizable glob of sperm from my tit with a finger, sucked it clean, then licked the residue from my lips as I returned to my stool, and the patiently waiting bartender.

“Been quite a night, huh?” she asked, idly wiping the ring left on her neat bar by my glass.

“Pretty good, so far.” I answered. “Plenty of hard guys to play with.”

The bartender chuckled. “Catch any big ones?”

“One guy was pretty big.” I held my hands about ten inches apart.

“I’ll bet that felt good,” the sexy blonde replied.

“It was okay, but there was another guy with a short, thick cock who really got me off good.”

The blonde rested her elbows on the bar and I could read her nametag. It said her name was Leslie. She pointed at a wet splotch just above my pussy and asked, “Which one was he?”

“Hmmm. Don’t really know,’ I chuckled. “It feels like the big fella’s still inside my pussy.” I squeezed my thighs together tightly. “Nope, that’s the best part of him leaking out of my cunt and down my thighs,” I added with another laugh.

“God, you’re a sexy bitch.” Leslie said huskily. “Do you do women?”

“Ummm,” I freely admitted. “Though, it depends if they’re what I like.”

I eyed the blonde, taking careful note of the woman’s full, unfettered breasts; their large, pink aureoles, centered by rigid, thumb-sized nipples Escort Beylikdüzü easily distinguishable through her sheer white blouse, the woman’s flared hips wrapped tightly in black jeans, the long, blonde hair braided and clipped up behind her head. “You’d qualify, Leslie.” I cooed, giving her my very best sultry-eyed come on.

A dreamy look in her pale-blue eyes and licking her hot-pink lips with the tip of her tongue, Leslie smiled back.

A man’s demanding voice gratingly intruded into our intriguing interlude from the other end of the bar. “A little service please!”

Leslie lingered for a long moment, then turned and walked down towards the semi-naked man. I watched her tantalizing hips sway as she moved away. “Nice ass,” I commented loud enough for her to hear.

“I know,” she threw back over her shoulder.

I hadn’t recalled her name, but I pretty much knew all I’d ever need to know about that big-titted, hot-assed blonde. Leslie Blackstone was a twice-divorced, 37-year-old mother of two girls who worked the four to midnight shift tending bar here for a couple of very good reasons. One, the pay was damned good. Krystal’s Palace paid top dollar for a talented bartender, and Leslie definitely had talent to spare.

Her second reason was less mercenary. In lieu of tips (which she wasn’t going to get anyway, since any and all libations were part and parcel of the astronomical annual membership fees) she had free and unlimited access to any of the club’s facilities, including any willing club members. This salacious fringe benefit was unknown to her third husband. A good thing for her, and an even better case of selective ignorance for him. I rather doubt there all that many lay ministers whose congregation would understand his supposedly passive and obedient New England wife’s uncontrollable, and increasingly more frequent, urges to revel in the slut life with wild abandon.

But, I did. Boy, did I ever!

I glanced at the man Leslie was waiting on. He stood with a towel around his thick waist and had apparently ordered several drinks to go. Leslie handed them to him paper cups. No glass was allowed out of the bar; broken glass and bare feet can really quell a good orgy.

Leslie came back to me and leaned her elbows on the bar. The glazed look—replacing the earlier dreamy gaze—in her eyes clearly said she was in heat… serious heat. “I not really suppose to be doing anything with members, not until I get off… But, what the hell; my shift’s almost over, and Krystal’s up in the penthouse overseeing a private party with a half dozen gay couples, so there isn’t much chance of her coming down and catching me…”

“You going somewhere with this?” I asked impatiently.

Leslie licked her lips suggestively. “Come around the bar and stand facing the room.”

I did as she asked and then her hands were on my tits, her pelvis pressed tight against me. I spread my legs and ground naked ass into her pubis.

“Enjoy what I’m doing to you?” she whispered in my ear.

“Yes,” I answered back.

“Think about how I’d be doing you… say, ten years ago, Kate? It’s sortta like being back in high school, isn’t it? You’re the one in front, keeping lookout; your bowed out knees shaking like crazy while you’re getting felt up in the hallway after school; wishing with all your heart that it was your favorite Home Room teacher whose hands are making you feel so good, instead of those belonging to the butch girl in school, who just can’t keep her hands off other girls.”

What was Leslie; a fucking mind reader? She had just tapped into one of my fondest high school masturbation fantasies. About… That’s right! …one of my favorite teachers.

Leslie broke off her erotic litany long enough to probe my ear with her wet tongue and then continued, doing everything to me that she was so graphically describing in my ear. “Remember, Kate? Remember wanting that special teacher’s soft womanly hands inside your panties, making your pussy so wet… her thumbs tracing circles around your newly discovered clitty, two of her long, slim fingers spreading your down-covered pussy lips apart so she can snake her middle finger up inside you… slowly sliding that finger in and out of your wetter and wetter hole. And then her other hand slides around inside your panties, so it can feel up your young, firm butt… working her fingers in the sweaty crack of your butt until one of them begins probing at your asshole. That favorite teacher licking the back of your neck while one of her fingers is fucking your cunt and another one is starting to worm its way into your asshole.”

She tongued my other ear. “I’m that extra special teacher, Kate. Relax and just go along with me.” Two of her fingers were buried in my cunt and her thumb was easing into my asshole. “Remember hearing her telling you, Kate, as she’s double fucking you closer and closer to a climax, that, just as soon as she’s made you cum, that she’s going to take you straight to her house, strip you naked and lick your teenage pussy until you’re begging her to teach you how to eat a woman’s cunt? Remember her bringing you so close to the edge, so many times, that you just know the next time she takes you that close, you’re going to pee all over her wondrous hands.”

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