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BRIEFING
After writing my first & rubbish story, I received a comment telling me to write a BDSM story, this is the introduction and beginning. If you like and would like to read the rest, just post a comment and I’ll upload the rest on the parts.
Regards,
Natalie

INTRODUCTION

“Hello?” I whispered, “Hello? Is anyone there?” my voice echoed.
There was no answer. I was standing. The floor was cold and my arms were stretched above my head. There was total silence. From the far corner in the room I heard a slight chuckle.
“Who is that? Help me” I pleaded.
A gush of air passed me. I couldn’t see a thing. I suddenly heard lights being switched on and I sense a vague amount of brightness. But I was blindfolded and I couldn’t see a thing.
“Very nice” a voice said from behind me.
“Who are you? Please help me” I felt a presence circle me.
“I’ll ask the questions” the voice replied.
“What? What the fuck is this?”
“Not to worry, with time you will learn” the voice said in a calm tone.
When I felt a damp, hot breath on my body, I realised I had no clothes on.
“Get the fuck off me, prick!”
“I’m not touching you” he sniggered
“Please? I don’t know what I’ve done but I am sorry. Just let me go and we can forget all about it. I promise I won’t tell anyone, I promise, just let me go!”
“Oh, I know you won’t tell anyone, Natalie, even if you did, no one would believe you”
“What do you mean? How do you know my name?”
“Ohh, I know a lot about you, Natz. Opps wait, I forgot, you hate being called that. Nobody would believe you because, not only are you a vivid liar, but you also over-exaggerate every situation.”
“Please, just untie me.”
“Not only do I like the view and the anticipation of what I am about to do you, but I need to teach you a lesson and hopefully change your selfish ways”
“YOUR FUCKING PSYCHO!!” I screamed
“Yes, bark dog, bark.”
“MY DAD WILL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU SICK BASTARD.”
“Well, he’d have a pretty good reason too. But it would be worth it. I wonder if you are as good a shag as your Mother.”
“WHAT? WHAT DID YOU FUCKING SAY?” I tried to shake free but it was no use, I was securely fastened in place.
“I didn’t have to tie her up though; she willingly sucked my dick and licked my ass. But I want you. I want a tight pussy. I want a firm ass.” he said with accomplished tone in his voice.
I am 16 and have long dark hair. I am 5ft 7 and have green coloured eyes. With my slim/athletic I have a lovely pair of 34B sized tits.
“YOU SICK FUCK!!”
“Natalie, you can scream all you like; here I’ll help you; HELP ME, HELP ME. SOMEONE RESECUE ME!!” He yelled whilst stamping his feet on the floor.
“Right, okay. What do you want from me?”
“Well done. Now you are ready to comply, here are the rules of the game.
You will speak only when spoken to.
When you do speak, you will address me as ‘Master’.
You will wilfully submit yourself to any position ordered.
Now the consequences; if you resist me, fail to address me adequately, or disappoint me in any manor, you will under go appropriate punishment.
Of course, there are rewards too, these consist of my cock and your need to come, and it goes without saying that you will receive neither of these without begging or at least asking politely.
Now, Natalie, do you understand?”
“This güvenilir bahis isn’t fair”, I pleaded
“OUCH! For fuck sake. Yes, okay” I shouted after I had received a harsh slap on the side of my face.
Again, I endured another slap on the opposite side my face.
“I beg your pardon?” he asked
“I thought I was meant to be doing the begging around here? But yes, I understand, Master”
He twisted my head to the right and whispered in my left ear,
“That’s better. But don’t get fucking wide, slut”. My head fell to my chest.

PART 1

I felt my cheeks burnings. I felt dizzy. My arms felt numb. I was hungry too.
“How are you, sweetheart?”
“Fine, Master!” I growled.
I don’t know how I got here, I remember leaving school and passing the church but after that and before I woke, well, it is all just a blur. I don’t recognize the voice either, defiantly a male though.
Why am I here? Am I going to be raped? Or worse, killed? I am scared.
“You have been very patent. I will allow you to see your owner”, and with that he ripped the duct tape violently from my eyes as well as pulling half of my, once, gorgeous hair out.
It took me a few seconds to adjust to the brightness. The lights hanged bare-bulbed from a ceiling which seemed to go on forever. The exterior was, well, bland. A grey and cold colour scheme, not the most welcoming room, I have to say.
And there he stood, my “master”. He was a black man, muscular frame, shaved head and piecing blue eyes. I’d say he looked about mid thirties to early forties. He wore a tight white vest and black combats. With his mean expression I could tell he meant business.
“Please, Master, may you release my wrists? I can no longer feel my arms.”
“Wriggle free, Bitch.” He crept behind me and violently grabbed my ass. I flinched. He pulled at my body and then peered over my shoulder,
“Are you a Catholic girl, Natalie?”
“No, master” he pulled away from my body and within less than a minute or two, a whip across my back struck me.
“ARGHHH! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?” My body jilted forward. I could tell from the numerous leather belts that landed on my body that he had his ‘cat-o-nine-tails’ out. In his other hand, he had, what felt like, a feather and caressed the spot where he beat me.
“OUCH!” he struck my thighs, but then tickled them with his feather afterwards.
He then returned to give my back another seeing-to. He continued to thrash my body and then brush the sting off over and over. The sensation was unbearable.
“Please, master, I am sorry. Please, it hurts”.
“Shut up, Cunt. You are here to serve me. I am enjoying myself.” He sharply replied.
I began to cry. I didn’t deserve to be beaten like this. He must of heard me sobbing because he repeatedly told me to ‘shut the fuck up, or else’. The ‘or else’ part worried me. Can it get any worse than this?
Thankfully, he eventually stopped,
“You look even better now. You’re my slut. Did you enjoy it?” I had tears streaming down my cheeks, “Answer me!” He walked in front of me and was right in my face. I looked to the ground. “ANSWER ME!” he screamed. It was the first time he had raised his voice.
“Yes, Master.” I muttered.
“You whore.” and with that he took a step back and with his right fist he swung for my left cheek. Blood was dripping from my nose and mouth and it mixed türkçe bahis with the tears.
After his violent outburst, he got onto his knees in front of me and lifted my right leg over his left shoulder to expose my freshly waxed pussy. He then savagely inserted his index finger from his right hand up into my cunt.
“OWWW!” I screamed. He ripped out his finger and threw my leg to the floor.
“Well, considering your entire pussy is numb and soaking wet, yeah, I’d say you fucking loved it, you dirty slut.” He said feeling, some-what, pleased with himself.
“Have you done A-Levels before, Natalie?”
“I am studying for them just now, Master.” He then burst out in a fit of laughter. I was confused.
“HAVE YOU BEEN FUCKED UP THE SHIT-PIPE, YOU STUPID BITCH?!” he shouted in my face.
“Err, no, Master” I hesitated.
“Wait. You’re not a virgin, are you?” he asked while staring down at my pussy.
I didn’t reply. I was ashamed of not having sex before. All my friends had but not me. It wasn’t as though I wasn’t “ready” either, nor was I ugly, it’s just, I liked others to respect me, so that meant I had to respect myself. “Ohh, this day just keeps getting better and better. A sixteen year old virgin? My goodness.” I hanged my head down to the floor.
He walked behind me and started to stroke my legs and work his way up. His touch tingled. He caressed my tummy and worked up to my breasts,
“Perfect size, just enough to hold in my hands, and possibly my mouth”. He rubbed them together and then rolled each nipple between his thumb and middle finger whilst grinding his hard-on onto my ass; this made my nipples erect and my pussy even more wet. After that, he gently moved my hair so he was able to kiss my neck. His hands and fingers ran up and down my arms and he reached for the bar that my wrists were tightly attached to. He released the lock and my arms collapsed to my sides. I was free. I spotted the door and chased for it. I tried the handle but it was ajar. I pulled at it hard and to my delight it burst open. As I took my first few steps out of the hell-hole I met two massive black men. They both stood well over 6ft. They were dressed in the same clothing as the first man but had tinted shades on.
I punched and kicked them both and tried to move them out of my way, but it was no use. They stood like a solid wall with their arms crossed.
“Please, I’ve learnt my lesson. I am sorry.” I pleaded.
“Not this again,” Said my Master, “Please, men, adopt position one.” Before I had time to beg even more, I was face down on the floor with my hands twisted behind my back where they met my feet. I felt a man’s knee pressuring on top my back to hold me in place. A rough rope was tied around my wrists and the same with my ankles. They joined these roped together with another. I was completely bound. My Master appeared before and tied my hair back with a hairband.
“Get that stupid mutt out of my slight. If she wants to leave, throw her out. My Master dictated.
The two strong men picked me up and carried me outside.
“No, please don’t. I am begging you. I will do anything. Please, it is too cold.” My cry went unheard and to ensure I was seen and not heard to anyone else either, a dirty cloth was forced into my mouth and securely shut with a strip of duct tape. My eager eyes pleaded for the men not to leave me on the sidewalk. They güvenilir bahis siteleri didn’t. They stayed by my side a few yards away. It was a busy street; cars zooming up and down and pedestrians walking along the pavement. I didn’t recognize the street, nor any of the people the walked by, I have to admit that I was, some-what, relieved that none of my family nor school friends had seen me in the state and position I was in. The men were silent. One or two civilians tried to help me, but once they seen the two “bodyguards” they quickly fastened their step and moved on. I felt humiliated. Bystanders looking at me in disgust, other passers-by would snigger comments about how fine my ass looked and congratulated the two men whilst gulping at my exposed holes. I felt like I was lying on the pavement for hours when suddenly, one of the men clasped a handful of my hair and dragged me back. I tried to scream but it was no use. It was sore. Thankfully, after awful ordeal, I felt the warmth of the indoors.
“Move then, Bitch” One of the men said. I just laid there. I was unable to move, plus I didn’t know where to go. The man began to drag me with my hair again across the rough carpet. The sensation was horrible and it burned like hell. The other man politely knocked on the door and waited patiently for a request to come inside. It was the original room we were in. The man threw me to the floor on my stomach.
“How was your little break of fresh air? You can’t say I, we, are depriving you of sunlight, can you not? I wouldn’t want to think we were dehydrating or staving you either. So, if you care to look to your right you see a nice bowl of pedigree food. Now for the fluid.” My master stepped in front of me and began to unzip his combats. I knew what was about to happen. I vigorously shook my head.
“Open up, Girl” he said with a wide grin on this face indicating for me to open my mouth. I was staring up at him but instead of reaching for his cock and spun around and reached for a basin of freezing cold water.
“HAHAHA! Embrace it, Bitch” he snarled as he threw litres of freezing cold water all over my naked body. My eyes clenched shut. I shivered. I couldn’t open my mouth so I had to inhale deep breaths through my nose. My lovely long locks were now all damp and knotted. I cried. It felt like my heart stopped when the first drop of water hit my cold and tender body. The 3 men just laughed in my face. While I was recovering from the impulsing shock my master told me that while I was out he had been getting set up.
“I am sorry, Alec. I know I promised you first go, but I can’t allow you to take this whore’s virginity,” My master explained. Alec was the man who dragged me by the hair around the building. “Please, Les, if you may?” My master asked as he pointed at me. Les looked the youngest out of the three men; he was the “polite” door knocker. He straddled the back of my head and began to untie the ropes. After they were loose, my arms and legs collapsed the hard floor. He got off the back of my shoulders, knelt in front of me, raised my head and ripped the tape from my face. My head then thudded the surface and I spat out the dirty material.
“Natalie, would you care to hop onto this piece of apparatus?” suggested my Master. I hesitated.
“Or, perhaps you need to dry off outside?” And with that I quickly rose from the floor and walked toward him.

The end of Part 1, leave comments etc and let me know what you think.
Constructive criticism alway appreciated.
Regards,
Natalie

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After an interesting first semester at college, I came back home, only to find out that Artie had a girlfriend. I first saw it on facebook, but I txted him and he told me it was true and we couldn’t hang out anymore. I was obviously upset at first, but as much as I liked fucking him, I knew I would find another boy eventually, and I did. It wasn’t easy to lose Artie, but it happened.

Anyway, every year the weekend after Christmas, my parents go to Vermont to stay with my aunt and uncle for the weekend. My parents trusted me to watch my brother completely. I was now 19, and he was 16, along with most of his friends. My mom told us we can each have a friend stay over, but I chose not to. My brother decided that his friend Ray would be staying with us, which really excited me.

Ray was HOT, and I mean HOT for a 16 year old. He looked more mature than a typical 16 year old, and it really turned me on from my last two guys who were somewhat small for their age. Ray was about 5’11 tall with an athletic frame. Not extremely muscly, but toned with an obvious six pack. He had short dark brown hair and sexy green eyes. Ray also had really straight white teeth that melted your heart when he smiled. He had hairy legs and armpits, but completely a completely smooth chest and stomach. I got hard just thinking about his visit, even though I didn’t think I had a shot with him. He was also a quiet kid. I knew he smoked a lot of pot, but he was always quiet around me.

College didn’t change me much. I was still 6 feet tall with an athletic frame and a very light chub. My dick was 7.5 inches hard, and at age 19 I had a little hair on my chest and belly, but overall smooth.

My parents left on friday afternoon, and Ray arrived shortly after. He was so adorable in his nike hoodie, black sweatpants and jordans. He greeted me with a short dap and my brother came and took him from me. They hung out all day while I just hung around or tagged along. When night came, they came to me saying they wanted to smoke if I wanted to join. I knew they were probably using me just so I could get güvenilir bahis them pot, but I said yes. I went alone to pick up a dub and dutch and came back quickly to roll us a blunt. It was about 11 o’clock when we went outside to smoke.

My little brother wasn’t a big smoker, so I knew he would pass out soon after we smoked. When we finished the blunt, Ray wanted to play against my brother in NBA 2k11 on X-Box. My brother lost, and I called winner. He admitted that he couldn’t stay up any longer and was going to make a snack and go to bed, leaving me and Ray to play in the basement. I knew that this was going to be my opportunity to make a move with him.

Ray high was a lot more fun than usual. He cracked jokes and talked smack about the game. It was a great night, and he was up by 6 aat the half. During half time he shocked me.

“Want to make this game a little more interesting?” he asked me with a mischevious smile
“You mean like a bet? Sure How much?” I responded.
“I was thinking even more interesting. If I win, you suck my dick. If you win, I’ll suck yours.” he said grabbing my thigh. I couldn’t believe what was hapening, but I didn’t want to question it.
“Fine by me,” I smiled and licked my lips.

We played the second half, and even though I made a rally, I ended up losing by 2 points. I shut the game, pretending to be a little upset, but I was excited to suck that beautiful boys dick. When the TV went off the room was essentially black except for a small light from the laundry room. Just as I was about to take off his pants he stops me, pulls me up and kisses me on the mouth. I kissed him back, and soon his tongue was trying to enter my mouth and I accepted it. We made out for a few minutes, until I broke the kiss.

“Are you gay, Ray?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I heard about you and Artie, and I always had weird feelings for you and I figured I could at least try to make a move.”
“Don’t talk so much, just lets kiss!.” I told him and pushed his face into mine.

I was kinda pissed that Artie told, but I guess he türkçe bahis was looking out for me by getting me a new boy toy. Ray and me continue to kiss, and I could tell he was nervous. I doubt he had much experience. He was hot enough to get any girl he wanted, but he was clearly in the closet and wanted to experiment with guys. My hand crept up his thigh and onto his clothed cock, which made him giggle a little. His hand reached over to my crotch and he started jerking me through my shorts and eventually put his hand up my shorts and started playing with my dick. I broke the kiss while still playing with his dick and told him “Don’t be nervous.”

I left the couch and crept between his legs. I pulled off his sweats and boxers, which caused his cock to make a smacking sound against his abs. His cock was beautiful just like him. It was 7 inches long and pretty wide with a big pink mushroom head and full of luscious veins. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked it like a pro. I licked it up and down, occasionally giving his balls a lick. Ray was moaning and his face was red and flustered. He lasted only about a minute or two before he exploded into my throat. He shot at least 8 ropes of cum into me and I took it all down.

Right after he came, I knew he would be ready for more. I started licking his ass like there was no tomorrow. He kept letting out soft moans of pleasure, which made me want more. I got up and got vasaline from the basement bathroom and globbed some on my fingers. I started to slowly finger his very tight asshole with my finger and lick his balls. He was in complete heaven, and had his big boy ass thrusting back. One finger turned to two and eventually three. He pulled me up and kissed me again, tasting his own cum.

He got on the floor, and made an attempt at sucking my cock. It wasn’t the best blowjob ever but he was learning.

“Holy crap, I thought my dick was big,” he said when he first got next to my cock.

Ray took lessons from me as he started licking it all over and finally tried to gulp it down. He gagged a few times but got the hang güvenilir bahis siteleri of it and started using his tongue. After a few minutes of sucking, I pulled him off and layed him down on the couch. I was laying over him, and I picked up his legs in a fucking formation as we made out. I rubbed my dick against his hole and pulled apart our kiss.

“Let me fuck you, I’ll go slow.” I said
“I’ve never done it before, is it gonna hurt?” he asked in a whisper with my dick still rubbing his ass.
“Not really, you just took 3 of my fingers. I’ll lube my cock up good. Trust me.”
“I trust you,” he said and kissed me again.

I got the vasaline and rubbed a ton of it in his hole, and soaked my dick with it to avoid pain for him. After the intense fingering and all the lube I slid in. He let out a yelp of pain, but I told him it would be okay and it the pain would be gone soon. I thrusted slowly and steady a few times, and after a minute or two of slight yelps of pain, he was moaning in pleasure.

“O god, o joeyy, yess, I need your dickk,” he said in between deep breaths and moans.
“You love my cock you sexy boy,”
“Uhh huhhh,” he whimpered.

We were so in the moment we didn’t even concern ourselves about possibly waking my brother. Soon I was pounding him on my couch while his socked feet were on my shoulders and I held onto his ankles. He came all over his stomach and chest, even reaching his hair and cheek. Shortly after with loud moans, I came and filled his ass with my hot seed. We continued to make out as I slid out of him.

“That was great,” he said to me with his cute smile.
“I know, I can’t wait to do it again.” I laughed as I stuck my tongue out and licked his.

Soon after we got up, and saw that my leather couch was soaked with sweat, lube, and cum. We laughed and then cleaned it up. When everything was all clean, I brought him to the couch in my living room upstairs where he was sleeping for the weekend, gave him a kiss and I went to my room.

When I got to my room, I was greeted by my brother who was in our dark room except for the light glow of the TV. He picks his head up with a sly smile on his face.

“Have fun down there?” he said.

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At the age of 15 I had discovered the joys of wanking (masturbation) and began to wank almost every day, my thoughts whilst doing the deed were usually of a few girls in the same class as me or my English Teacher (another story about that later). Anyways I decided I would need a porn mag for visual aid as I jerked off. So I set about getting one.

My local newsagents was run by this evil old bastard who hated kids and scared the hell out of us nearly every day on the way to school. I knew there would be no chance of me being able to buy one at my age so I stole it from his shop. That day at school I resisted temptation to look at it until I got home (I had a bedroom in the loft/attic which I could carry out my deed undisturbed by my parents or sisters).

Rushing up to my bedroom after I got home, and putting on some heavy metal music. I got undressed, sat down and began to read, if you could call it that, my first porn mag. The sight of these ladies exposing themselves and using toys on themselves got me so horny I got my cock out and began to wank, slowly turning the pages making sure I saw every cunt, tit and ass on each page. My cock was standing proud at 7 and a half inches in my hand as I slowly carressed my shaft. I was half way through the mag and got to that issues Model of the Month. That is when I spotted my Auntie.

HOLY CRAP! thats my Auntie Helen, at first I didnt know what to do, it was my Auntie, my mums younger sister, she was using a different name but I was 100% sure that was my Auntie Helen. I couldnt turn the page I just stared at the picture of her with her legs up behind her head using her fingers to spread apart her shaven pussy. My cock started throbbing and I began to wank furiously just staring at My Auntie’s inviting cunt. I came so hard and shot my load all over my bare chest. I wiped up my mess and just kept flicking through my Auntie Helens 6 page section, over and over again. I was impressed by how great her body was, I had never looked at my Auntie like that or even had the slightest sexual thought about her. Questions ran through my mind Does the family know? Is that really her? When did she do this? and Why? So I thought maybe I should go ask her about it. I went downstairs for tea and watched a bit of TV not really concentrating on both, My sister, Kelly who is 2 years younger than me said I must have a girlfriend and that I was in love, I told her to shut up. That night before I went to bed I had another wank whilst looking at my Aunties section this time I muttered her name as I did.

At school all I could think about was my Aunties porn modelling and decided I had to go confront her about it but how could I get there? She moved to the other side of town with my cousin Rachel after her divorce 2 years ago. I spent all day trying to plan on how I could get there. but then luck was on my side. I got home and My Mum and Dad said they were going to a retirment party and would be gone all night for one of my Dads work collegues and it was up country. So me and my sis were going to stay with my Aunite Helen and Cousin güvenilir bahis Rachel. I pretended I was offended and that I could look after me and my sis for one night but my Mum told me to go pack some clothes and that I was going round there straight after School the next day. Kelly was really excited about hanging out with Rachel who was just one year older than her and was running around all giggly. I went to my room and packed some clothes and I put my porn mag right at the bottom of my bag. Next day at school time dragged forever. I watched every minute go past on the clock. Eventually Kelly and Me were picked up and taken round my Aunties. The sight of my Auntie opening the door in tight jeans and a tight white t-shirt would be one I would treasure forever. She was 33 and had long golden blonde hair down to her shoulder blades, her tits must have been 34d and with curves to kill for. My Parents did the usuall gossipping with my Auntie as me and my sis were dragged off by Rachel who wanted to show us their new swimming pool.

After my parents had left my Auntie showed me the guest room where I would be staying (Kelly was sleeping in the same room as Rachel) we all went for a swim. I was hoping Auntie Helen would join us but she didnt, although my cousin did look like a younger version of her which caused a few stirrings in my pants. After something to eat and a bit of TV it was time for bed. I sat in my room for a while before getting out my porn mag, I went straight to my favourite section, which you all by now should know, and began to wank. It had crossed my mind to show my auntie but I kept chickening out. I was half way through when my Auntie knocked on the door, quickly hiding the mag under my sheets and pulling them up so they covered my hard on I confirmed to her it was ok to come in. She walked in wearing a Dressing Gown and her hair was wet (just been in the shower) She sat on the bed next to me and asked if I was ok, I said I was so my Auntie then asked seeing as you are older than the girls would like to come watch a Horror movie with me I wont tell your Mum. I confirmed I would and I will be down in a bit, she smiled and went to tickle me Why what you hiding she joked next thing I know my Auntie pulls on my sheets and my porn mag drops to the floor. She bends down and picks it up, she looks at it intently for a few seconds and flicked through a couple pages then she must have got to her section she paued looked at it then Ordered me downstairs to the lounge I ran downstairs my heart was pounding I was so scared what was she going to do. She came down a few seconds later and stood in front of me as I cowarded on the sofa.
“where did you get this?” she finally asked
“I stole it from a shop” I muttered nearly crying
“Really and what for”
I didnt know what to say, I was begining to panic so I blurted out “I didnt know you were in there, I wont tell anyone please dont tell my mum”
“so you know its me then?”
“yes” I mumbled
“and what did you think?”
I looked up, she didnt look as angry as before, I smiled weakly and said I thought she türkçe bahis was the best lady in there. My auntie stepped closer and handed me back the magazine.
“show me what you do while looking at my pictures” she ordered
I couldnt believe my ears, was she asking me to wank in front of her, “p p p pardon” I finally managed to get out.
“show me what you do, I am guessing you play with yourself”
Those words had a strange effect on me, I could feel my cock begining to harden slowly (it had gone flaccid when I thought I was in trouble) I pulled my cock out and began to stroke it whilst looking at my aunties pictures. my cock grew and grew to its full size and I began to pump my hand up and down my shaft, then the magazine is snatched from my hands my Auntie kneels on the floor in front of me and puts my cock in her mouth, her lushy lips gently clamp over my shaft as her head slowly bobs up and down. I could feel myself about to cum already,
“Auntie stop” I cry ” I am going to cum”
but instead of stopping she got faster, sucking hard on my cock , I could feel my nuts tighten and my shaft swell as i was going to shoot my load. I closed my eyes and fired my hot semen into my aunties throat, she carried on sucking away swallowing up every drop and after a few seconds looked up, she stood up, walked to the kitchen, got something out the fridge and started walking upstairs, come to my room she whispered over her shoulder, I noticed she was undoing her Dressing Gown as she walked up stairs. I sat there on the sofa my cock fading into a semi hanging out my boxer shorts, I stood up and walked after my Auntie, Mag in hand.

I got to her room and was told to shut the door behind me, she was lying naked across her bed with her legs wide apart and some squirty whipped cream over her pussy Lick it off she said. I nervously approached her and knelt on the cushion my Auntie had kindly left on the floor for me my mouth inches from her pussy.
“use your tounge, bite eat or suck the cream of my cunt” she demanded
I began to lick away, my tounge touching her pussy lips as I consumed the cream, I noticed another taste enter my mouth at first it tasted a bit strange but I grew to like it, I noticed my auntie was using her fingers to rub the top part of her pussy as I did this, she was moaning. I could feel my cock getting hard again. My auntie then re-positioned herself on the bed and told me to get on top, bringing her knees up to her chin she told to place my cock on her pussy, I did and she put a leg either side of my head resting them on my shoulders, I felt her hand move my cock about until I felt my tip push through her pussy lips. Now push your cock in she said as she stared into my eyes. Using my hips and grabbing her thighs I pushed until I felt my cock slide into her wet pussy, her cunt gripped tightly on my shaft as I slide my length in.
“My your wider than I thought” she smiled after biting her bottom lip “Its been a while since I been with a man”
“this is my first time” I told her
“OK now pull you cock out slowly till you are near the end” she guided me “and güvenilir bahis siteleri then slide it back in deep”
I did as she said, it felt good, with every pump my auntie moaned a bit. She moved my hands to her breasts and was told to squeeze them and I slide my cock in her. Again I did as I was told, slowly growing more confident and slowly picking up the pace of my thrusting. I fucked her for a while and was amazed I hadnt cum yet, usually a wank only lasts 10-15 minutes but I was still going strong after half an hour. My auntie stopped me and had a dirty smile on her face
“I got an idea” she said as she leaned over to her bedside table and began rummaging around “seeing as this is your first time, I think I should give you the honour of one my first”
Before I could reply she found what she was looking for and squirted some cold jelly substance on my cock and rubbed it all over she then got on her hands and knees and squirted some on her asshole, using a finger she pushed some of the substance up her ass, working her finger in a circle
“Ok now slide your cock up there”
I positioned myself behind her and put the tip of my cock against her asshole, I pushed the tip in but it slid out, I tried again but felt a lot of resistance, it wont go in I cried
“Push really hard”
Again I lined myself up and grabbing the base of my cockI pushed the tip into my aunties tight asshole I felt it give slightly and her tight ass swalloed up my throbbing bellend,
“good baby” my auntie moaned “now slide your cock in my ass slowly”
I pushed the rest of my shaft into my Aunties shithole, I watched as her hands that gripped her bed sheets the knuckles went red then white as they clenched really hard, I could hear a soft moan from her but couldnt tell if it was good or bad.
I began to repeat the movemnet I had done previuosly on her pussy, slowly pumping my cock in and out, her ass was a lot tighter and warmer than her pussy and I was feeling my cock swell as I was getting ready to cum, also I noticed abit of blood on my shaft as in pulled out her ass but I didnt say anything.
“thats it baby, fuck me harder” my auntie pleaded
I picked up my pace my cock pumping deep and hard into her ass, a few more seconds
“I am going to cum” I told my Auntie in an apologetic way
“just do it baby” she replied “just do it”
I stopped trying to hold back and shot my hot liquid deep up her asshole, my cock swelling a bit wider as it did.I dug my fingers into my aunties butt cheeks as I felt my shaft empty my cum. I pulled out and fell in a collapsed heap next to my Aunt, she had tears in her eyes and muttered thank you to me. She then fell asleep and I went back to my bedroom stopping off in the bathroom to have a quick shower.

Next Day my auntie acted like nothing had happened and I didnt dare bring it up, My Parents came and picked us up early in the afternoon. When I got to my room I opened my bag and realized I had left my porn mag at my Aunties in her bedroom, but there was something in my bag I hadnt seen before I opend it and there was 3 magazines all of which had my Auntie in inside one was a note from my Aunt saying “Keep this a secret and I will see you soon x x x”.

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I knew what I was going to find on the other side of that door, but I still didn’t have the guts to open it. Sonja had just come into the kitchen saying that there was someone in the shed, and considering the strange phenomena that had been happening to me lately, the circumstances of this stranger’s presence were obvious. But I knew I had to face this new trial. Behind me were Momo and Sonja, Momo’s ears twitching from her curiosity and Sonja growling and fighting her instincts to bark and yell.

I opened the door of the shed and my palms met my face. “Goddammit, this isn’t funny anymore!”

Crouching in the back of the shed, surrounded by overturned firewood, was a small girl, drop-dead beautiful. With short white hair and waxy skin, she almost looked like a ghost. On the sides of her head were two fuzzy ears like satellite dishes, and wrapped around her ankles was a tail like a length of rope. She was shivering with teary eyes, cowering at the sight of me, a scrawny little thing. From the look of her, she was (or technically had been) a mouse living in the shed. She transformed last night under the woodpile, knocking it over.

“Are you… Master?” she whimpered, covering her mouth with her hands as if to chew her nails.

Great, now I have a kid to take care of. Looks like I won’t be “playing” with the new girl.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” I said with a sigh.

I took a step towards her and she squealed in terror. “Please don’t hurt me!”

I stopped, shocked by her cry. This was certainly new. With Momo and Sonja, I had gotten to know both of them as animals before they transformed, meaning that they loved me before they became people. But this new girl, I had never met her before. Perhaps she had seen me come into the shed while she was living in here, but that was it. I was going to have to build up a relationship with her from scratch. Not to mention this added credence to my theory that the girls actually acquired knowledge of human vocabulary rather than remembering it from past exposure.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. Just let me get a look at you.”

“Who are you?!” Sonja yelled. “What are you doing in our shed?!”

“Sonja, Momo, go wait inside!” I couldn’t let the two of them crowd the new girl. They refused to leave so I was forced to herd them back to the house and toss them inside.

I returned to the shed, the girl still cowering in the corner.

“Relax,” I said, “I just want to check you out.”

I slowly approached her, my arm outstretched. With every step I took, her shivering increased and she tried harder and harder to burrow into the corner and hide from me. At last, I rested my hand on the top of her head, and I felt her tension begin to wane. I ruffled her hair, the way I would Momo or Sonja, and she soon became calm, though she remained curled up in a ball.

“See? No one is gonna hurt you. Now let me see that pretty face of yours.”

She looked up at me, her face like a doll’s. She was beautiful, but something didn’t quite look right. I then did a quick check of her body, finding dirt and signs of slight frostbite from after she transformed.

“Aren’t you a little cutie? Come on, let’s bring you inside, get you something to eat, and get you clean and warm.”

I scooped her up in the princess hold, her small body even lighter than it looked. She didn’t resist me picking her up, but she grabbed her tail and clung to it. I carried her outside, letting the sunlight shine on her. I could see Momo and Sonja in the windows, watching us like wolves eyeing a wounded deer. I opened the door and Sonja rushed over, sniffing her the way only a dog would. Suddenly swarmed by the blonde beauty, the new girl squealed in fear and buried her face in my chest. Momo, on the other hand, kept her distance, but the twitching of her ears and look on her face told me that she was very curious.

“Both of you get back! Scram!”

I kind of had to kick them a little to get them to back off, sending them scurrying back to the couch to watch us. I brought the girl into the kitchen and sat her down in one of the chairs. Now with proper lighting, I was able to get a better look at her and confirm the strangeness of her body (beyond her ears and tail of course). She wasn’t a little girl; she was a woman, well, college student age, but just tiny. I don’t mean that she was stocky and scrunched up like a midget (I know I should say little person, but there aren’t any around, so fuck it, I’ll say midget), I mean her body was perfectly proportionated, but it was as if all her atoms were closer together than they would be for normal people. The bone structure of her hips, face, shoulders and the rest of her body belonged to a girl on the tail-end of puberty. She was like the tiny woman that Moe dated in that episode of The Simpsons. Her flat chest and shy mannerisms just made her look like a child from a distance. Quite simply, she was “mousy”, pun very much intended.

It made sense in a weird way, her appearance at least. sincan escort Since she was such a small animal before, it would be strange if she wasn’t also small in her human form. After all, Sonja, formerly a dog, was taller than Momo, formerly a cat. It certainly explained her flat chest. She was also at the same developmental stage as Momo and Sonja, comparable to a nineteen or twenty-year-old. Maybe the age of the human form was based on the lifespan of the animal form. If, as a golden doodle, Sonja could live to be fourteen, then were she seven years old when she transformed, she might have the body of a forty or fifty-year-old. Or maybe whatever weird magic was causing this simply transformed the girls into human bodies at peak sexiness.

Anyway, since she wasn’t actually a kid, I seemed I might be able to play with her after all.

“Let me get you something to eat.”

Considering what she had originally been, and the fact that she had just transformed, I went with something simple, a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of milk. As I worked, all three girls watched me, the mouse from her chair, now pulling her feet up and hugging her knees to her chin, and the cat and dog from the living room, their heads poking up from above the back of the couch. I set down the food and drink in front of her and took the nearby seat.

“Here you go. You eat the sandwich with your hands, and for the milk, you pick up the glass and bring it to your lips to drink.”

Her eyes moved from me to the sandwich, the look of fear on her face still sharp. She snatched up the sandwich and sniffed it. Liking the smell, she started to nibble on it with rapid, tiny bites, the way a rodent would. As she ate, I pulled out my phone and called the office. As the manager, it was no big deal for me to be late, and as long as someone covered for me, there were even times when I could take the day off. It would be better not to skip the whole day, so I just called my assistant and told her I would be in later.

I turned off my phone as the girl began trying to pick up the cup. She clearly was still getting used to her new body. I helped her out and clasped her hands around the cup, her pale face turning red as my hands overlapped hers, and then I helped her bring it to her mouth. Both Momo and Sonja had seen me do things like this before they transformed, so it was easy for them to do it when they first turned.

Even with my help, some milk trickled from her mouth. I got a paper towel and wiped the drops off her chest, suddenly finding myself aroused. Normally, small boobs aren’t that great. I mean, of course, boobs are boobs, but Momo and Sonja had spoiled me. But strangely, the fact that her body was so small actually made her flat chest very sexy. I wanted to tickle her little pink points and made her shiver. In fact, everything about her was turning me on. Her shyness and innocence made me almost want to dominate her a little bit. She was very… how do I say this… she was very… molestable? No, that sounds too creepy.

I waited for her to finish eating before I spoke to her. “It’s good, isn’t it?” She nodded, but still looked fearful. “Tell me, do you have a name?”

“A name?”

“You know, something I can call you? My name is-“

“Master!” Sonja yipped. “Can we come see her now?”

“Not yet. I’ll wait until she’s comfortable, then you can come over.” I turned back to the girl. “Anyway, they call me ‘Master’. You said that too, didn’t you?” She nodded again. “So, you can call me that if you want. Do you have a name?”

Unlike Momo and Sonja, I had not given this girl a name, no one had. Would she come up with one herself?

“No, I don’t,” she murmured, looking away as if ashamed. I almost expected her to start crying.

“OK, then I’ll give you a name. From now on, your name is… Chloe, a cute name for a cute girl.” I patted her head and she looked at me.

“Chloe?”

“That’s right. Now, once you finish your sandwich, I’ll give you a bath.”

“A bath?”

“It’s like sitting in a big puddle of hot water. It must have been freezing out there last night. You’ve got some signs of mild frostbite. A nice bath will help you heal and get you all cleaned up.”

In all honesty, I was very much looking forward to giving her a bath, but as my thoughts continued on down that line and expanded into greater things, I realized an inherent danger: I had no idea whether or not Chloe could get pregnant. Momo and Sonja had both been spayed when they were animals (at least there was a good chance that Sonja had been spayed, but I couldn’t be sure), and as such, had never shown any symptoms of a menstrual cycle. There were only two possibilities: either Chloe could end up pregnant if we “play together”, or she was sterile in this form and I didn’t have to worry.

Until I knew which it was, I had only three courses of action. The first was that I simply use a condom, but frankly, I’m just not that kind of guy. If I can’t tandoğan escort do it raw dog, I don’t really see a point in doing it at all, especially if it’s my first time with this new girl. The second was to try and get her onto some kind of contraceptive, but I had no idea how to even get it and I didn’t want to risk giving Chloe medications that could be dangerous. The third was the most painful but ultimately the best choice: wait one month before having sex with her. If she didn’t have a menstrual cycle in that time, then it meant she and the girls were all naturally sterile, or at least that she didn’t operate on the same cycle as normal human women. Besides, it was far too early for me to play with her. I needed to build up a trust between us.

“Ok girls, you can come in now.”

Sonja immediately rushed in, smelling Chloe just like before with her tail wagging. The albino pygmy gave a pathetic whimper as Sonja prodded her with her nose. Momo came in much more slowly.

“These two are Momo and Sonja. They’re just like you.”

“I’m Sonja!” the doodle cheered.

Momo didn’t reply and simply huddled behind me. Was she feeling jealous like when Sonja transformed? No, it didn’t seem that way. She also didn’t seem afraid.

“Are you going to play with her, Master?” she asked.

It was not the question that surprised me. I had expected her to ask that after everything with Sonja. It was the way she asked, very casual, that surprised me. I looked back at her and realized that her tail was swaying and there was a soft purr in her throat.

“Play?” Chloe asked, once again tense. Was it something painful?

“Playing with Master is a lot of fun!” said Sonja. “We do it all the time! It feels amazing!”

“Hold on, girls. Let’s take it slow. You both were with me a long time before I played with you. I’m going to wait for Chloe to become comfortable with me. Now, let’s move this conversation upstairs. Chloe? Can you walk?”

Being addressed, Chloe’s first instinct was to release a terrified squeal and cover her head with her hands. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“Chloe, it’s ok, you haven’t done anything wrong. Just tell me, can you stand up?”

She looked up at me with big, tearful eyes, and nodded. “Uh-huh.” She then got to her feet, her hands clasped in front of her.

“Good girl. Now come on, let’s go upstairs.”

I led her up to the bedroom with Sonja and Momo following, and sat her down at the foot of the bed. I then went into the bathroom and turned on the bath faucet, filling the tub with hot water. I came back out, finding her still sitting on the bed, but with Sonja pressed next to her, happy as could be. Meanwhile, Momo was lying across the pillows by the headboard. Not only was she still keeping her distance, her tail was continuing to flick and coil and she had a curious gleam in her eyes.

“From now on, you’ll be living in the house with us and sleeping in bed with us. It’s certainly a lot nicer than that shed you’ve been staying in.”

Though now that I thought about it, I wasn’t sure there was enough room. We slept on a king-sized bed, which, while large, was at its limit comfortably accommodating three people, all of which liked to stretch and roll while they slept. With Chloe also squeezing in there, we might end up packed like sardines, just like before. Maybe if we dropped the mattress onto the floor and added some couch cushions as an extension…?

Those thoughts were pushed aside when Chloe got down on the floor and crawled under the bed. Her head poked out and she looked at me. “Can I stay under here?” she asked, but her shaky voice made even that simple question sound pathetic.

“Well, I meant that you would sleep ON the bed.”

“I’m sorry!” she cried out, grasping her ears and pulling them down, looking like she was expecting someone to hit her.

I sighed. “You really like it under there?”

She nodded. “I feel safe.”

“Ok, I just thought it would be more comfortable for you in the bed. I suppose we can make a little nest for you under there with blankets and pillows. Just know that you’re always welcome up top.”

For the first time, she smiled.

In a few minutes, the tub was full and I brought Chloe into the bathroom, though I had to lock the door behind us to keep Sonja and Momo from following us inside. I beckoned Chloe to the tub. “Go ahead, the water is perfect. Just climb in and enjoy yourself.”

Clutching herself and shivering, Chloe walked over and first sniffed the water. She batted it around with her fingers, gauging the temperature, and then dipped her right foot in, one tiny toe at a time. She gave a tiny squeak and lowered herself into it, her breathing deepening as the water enveloped her. At first, she simply huddled in the middle of the sub, clutching her knees to her chest, but with some coaxing, I got her to lie back and stretch.

I sat down on the toilet. “There, see? Isn’t that nice?” She nodded. “Good, tunalı escort now, can you tell me the last thing you remember before waking up like this?”

“I was in my burrow in the shed and I was about to fall asleep. I was tiny. Then I woke up and I was big. My burrow was ruined and I was cold. Then Sonja came.”

“You don’t remember the actual transformation?”

She shook her head. There was nothing she could tell me to answer my confusion. The only thing I was now certain of was that origin was me, rather than my old house, but that was a huge problem. Chloe was proof that it was more than just pets that could transform, and the range and time needed for it to happen was variable. Minus the times when I went into the shed, Chloe and I had never been in any kind of proximity until now, and I hadn’t lived in this house for very long. It seems that coming out to the woods was a bad idea. Were squirrels and birds gonna start changing?

Perhaps I should move again, someplace where there aren’t animals, but where? Any desert that can’t even sustain lizards would be too inhospitable for us. Maybe I could move to a tiny island? No, because there are still animals there, crabs and mussels and everything else. It would be a major pain in the ass if I woke up to find a mermaid washed up on shore. Maybe northern Alaska or the Arctic? But then how would I provide for the girls? Perhaps if it was isolated enough to be away from the wildlife but not be too far from people and employment, maybe I could work on an oil rig? But I’m not sure I have what it takes for a job like that. I may be a Mainer, but I don’t have antifreeze for blood. I’m just an office guy. Plus, it would be hard to imagine the girls being happy when surrounded by ice 24/7.

Either way, I couldn’t move now. All my finances were tied up in this place and I now had another mouth to feed. I’m the lone breadwinner of a family of four and it would take a long time to get another job at the same financial level. At the very least, with Chloe’s size, she hopefully wouldn’t eat as much as Momo and Sonja, but we would certainly need to get that vegetable garden going. Hell, it might be a good idea to go to the government or the scientific community. I had worked hard to avoid exposure, but maybe we would be treated like celebrities, our needs taken care of in exchange for the chance to study us.

But enough about that, it was time to indulge my inner-scumbag. I may not be able to “play” with Chloe, but I could still have a little fun.

“I’m not sure how you’d keep yourself clean out in the wild, or if you even bothered, but now that you’re a person, you need to learn to bathe. Since you’ll probably want to stay naked most of the time, you’re going to inevitably get dirty and sweaty. So, you’re going to need to shower every couple of days. I’ll show you how. First things first, get your hair nice and wet.” Chloe began splashing herself. “No, I mean lower your head into the water.”

She had a strong look of uncertainty, and I could understand why. Like Momo and Sonja, she not only had huge ears (the largest of the three of them), but huge ear canals. Every time the girls took a shower or bath, it would take them several minutes to get the water out of their ears.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. The girls will show you how to get the water out of your ears.”

With that encouragement, she slipped farther into the tub, letting it come up to her chin and then leaning her head back. She scrunched her face up as she felt the water flood her ears, and after a moment, she sat back up and leaned her head from side to side to drain them.

“Good girl. Now I’ll apply the shampoo. This stuff is to keep your hair clean, but don’t use it every day or it will dry your hair out.”

After taking off my dress shirt and undershirt, I retrieved the nearby bottle and poured some onto her scalp. I began working it into her hair and Chloe seemed to go limp. Her head was drooping, almost looking like a cobra under the spell of a snake charmer. Just like with Sonja and Momo, rubbing her head calmed her down. Her slender shoulders jittered as I rubbed her elephant-like ears, but from the small noises she was making, I could tell that she was enjoying it.

“Ok, we’ll let that sink in while I wash the rest of you. Come sit up on the edge of the tub and I’ll get you nice and soapy.”

Chloe didn’t understand but did as I told her. She sat her cute little butt down on the end of the tub with her back to me. It’s amazing how something so simple as a girl’s bare back can be so arousing. The line of her spine, the flexing of her muscles, the tenseness of her shoulders as if from embarrassment. I might not be able to last a full month with this girl around.

I got the bar of soap and began rubbing it on her arms, making her shiver from the feel of my hands on her naked body. I then did her legs and her inner thighs, followed by her stomach. I was saving the best spots for last. I soaped up my hands and leaned against her, her back pressed to my chest. She shivered from the sensation and began to whimper as started working on her breasts. They were certainly small, just A-cups, but considering the size of her body, that just made them cute. I ran my palm and fingers across them, toying with her little pink areolas.

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My first fuck was a disaster. I had several dates with this girl, the first two very platonic. The third we did some deep kissing and rubbing. The fourth, she fondled my cock and I rubbed her pussy. The fifth date we did the deed.

It was my first time and might have been her first, not sure, but in any event she was inexperienced. I certainly was.

I kissed her a few times, rubbed my finger up and down her slit and pushed it in a few times. I handed the condom to her and asked her to put it on me. She said she didn’t know how. I didn’t either but it wasn’t that hard. I pushed my cock into her and went a mile-a-minute thrusting away. I probably didn’t last two minutes and I was out of breath. I decided this was not going well and pulled out. It was just as well as the condom had broken, too much friction I guess.

Needless to say, there were no sweet murmurings, no hugs. I got dressed and left, totally humiliated. No more dates with her, I didn’t even try.

Life moves on and teen embarrassments are (mostly) forgotten. I’m now a freshman at U of M in the pre-engineering program. New faces, new challenges. I lived in the dorm, which was required by all freshman. That was fine and I met more people that way. I’m rather shy and find it difficult to start conversations.

I am the science geek type, inclined to research, analysis, lab work. That type of process works well in chemistry lab and similar physical sciences. I naturally wanted to pursue a possible sexual relationship with some girl but was extremely gun-shy of screwing up again like in high school. Let’s face it, I was a horny eighteen-year-old intimidated by nubile girls.

My physics class had two girls, the rest were guys. Janice and I hit it off and soon we were friends. She introduced me to her friends, and I with the guys I knew. She was very pretty with a nice, slim body. Not much on top but I had never been a big boob guy. Her attractiveness was somewhat hidden by some thick glasses and a terrible hair style. Even nerdy me knew the glasses were awful.

I suppose people gravitate mostly towards those with something in common. Handsome guys and good looking girls. Tall and tall. Outgoing and outgoing. I’m not totally sure that works for two shy people. If neither takes a step forward, nothing happens. But I was smart enough to know that shy, or not, I had to take some initiative if I wanted to get to know her. Fortunately, I found Janice easy to talk to. She planned to be a math and science major and we seemed to talk the same language.

We went on several dates, all very platonic with just a little kiss back at her dorm. I began to fantasize about us doing things. When my dorm roommate was elsewhere I would jack off to lurid thoughts of me fucking her. Needless to say, the reality was rather different. Until one day.

“Janice, we have gone out several times. Does that make me your boyfriend?”

“I suppose it does, John. If that’s what you want.”

“Oh, yeah. I like you very much.”

“Good, that suits me too. Does that mean you will want to take liberties with me?” she said with a grin.

I was caught off-guard and didn’t know how to respond. Of course I wanted to but could I admit the truth?

She laughed. “I know guys all have the same thing on their mind. Pussy. Right?”

“Uh, I suppose. But I, that is, we wouldn’t …”

“I suspect if it were up to you, we would still be doing a chaste kiss at the door a year from now. I figure if you are going to be my boyfriend, sooner or later we are going to have sex. Let’s be honest. That’s what would happen if things go like I want them to.”

“Ah, well, that would be good.”

“I suspect you and I are equally inexperienced at all this, am I right?”

“Yeah, that’s certainly a true statement.”

“So if I eventually want to us to be competent lovers, we have to learn what to do. Right?”

“Yeah.” I was unsure where all this was going. She was in control of the conversation.

“Let’s admit it, John. You and I are both geeks. Introverted, technical types. That’s probably why we get along together so well. Well, I think we have to take advantage of our skills.”

“And they are?” I was now totally confused.

“The scientific method. You know, study, analysis, lab work. We know how to do that. How about applying science to the art of sex?”

I was starting to understand. “You mean, we research and then try things?”

“You got it. There’s lots of porn on line. We learn about different things to do. Then we try to emulate. Maybe we’re not too good the first time or two but we keep doing ‘lab’ work. I think we could have lots of fun. What do you think?”

“Damn, Janice, you are so methodical, I’m impressed. Do you really think that we eventually would have sex?”

“Probably but maybe not. Maybe along the way we decide to call the whole thing off. Maybe at the end I chicken out. Somehow I don’t think you would, but maybe I decide not to go all the way. Lots of maybes. You know, not all lab experiments work out. We would have to have an understanding sincan escort that there are no commitments.”

“Yeah, I see what you mean. We take it a step at a time. Our relationship and our intimacy.”

We decided to give it a try. As our first assignment Janice and I were independently to learn about male and female bodies. The “lab” work would consist of caressing and fondling. It seemed like a really good place to start.

We met for lunch two days later. “How you doing with your research, John?”

“Good. I’ve looked at probably twenty porn video where they do some foreplay. So I’m getting some sense as to what works. But most video jump too quickly into oral sex or intercourse. I also have done some Google searches on erotic zones.”

“What have you found out?”

“Well, earlobes are sensitive. So is behind the ear, on your side just above your hip bone. Of course your breasts and nipples. Inside of your thighs and naturally your pussy and lips. Between your pussy and anus. And most sensitive, apparently, is your clitoris. That’s what I found.”

“Pretty good. You guys don’t seem to have as many sensitive places. Nipples, of course. Also between your cock and anus. Your cock and balls, and your prostate.”

“Prostate?”

“Yeah, that’s inside, kind of behind your bladder. Gay guys know all about it. A finger in your butt supposedly really turns a guy on, I read. Also a cock in there.”

“Well, we can skip that. What’s next?”

“Well, I want to watch some more porn to see how to jack off your cock. I hope you are learning how to use your fingers on my pussy. I’m counting on you.”

“Yeah, most of the time the guy uses one or two fingers, rubbing it up and down between the girl’s pussy lips and then pushes it inside. Then he goes in and out, using his fingers like a cock. Then either he or the girl massages her clitoris.

“I noticed that all the girls in the porn videos have bare pussies. They have shaved their pubic hair. I think it looks really sexy. Would you consider doing it?”

“Yes, I was thinking the same thing. Assuming we move on to the next step, I will want you to eat my pussy. From what I read, bare pussy eliminates the problem of stray hairs. I wonder how I can do it?”

“If you could arrange for your roommate to be away for an hour or so, I could help. Maybe you sit on the toilet seat and I shave you. Would probably be safer than you doing it yourself.”

“OK, that sound reasonable. But let me talk with Alice. She’s pretty active sexually and might have already gone bare. If so, she can give us some pointers.”

The next day Janice updated me. “Alice says she’s been bare for two years and loves it. She trims up every other day or so if she plans sex. And she’s ok with us doing it in our dorm room. She also said we can use her scissors to first cut the hair. She also said something interesting.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, she says you should trim up your bush too and at least partially shave. Do you have lots of hair down there?”

“About normal, I suppose.”

“How about your balls, are they hairy?”

“I don’t know, never really paid attention.”

“She says I should shave your balls if they need it and some or all of your pubic hair. She said more and more guys are doing it, that it makes their cocks stand out more. You willing to give it a try?”

“I guess.”

****

“Oh, wow, Janice! You have a great body. So sexy. Gosh, you are perfect.” I stared at her perky B-cup breasts, then down her slender body to her crotch. “Wow, I can’t get over how good you look.”

Janice blushed and beamed, slowly turned to give me a good look at her back side. Tight bubble-butt!

“I’m so glad you like me. I didn’t have anything up top until a year ago and they’re still not as big as most girls.”

“They are perfect. I like how your nipples tilt upwards. Can I touch?”

“Of course.”

I gently fondled her breasts and tweaked her stiff nipples between my fingers.

“Better stop, John,” she admonished with a giggle, “or we’ll never get done. Now take off your clothes, I want to see your cock.”

I was a little on the skinny side but my pride and joy was my cock. I hoped she liked it.

“God, what a cock! My, my, my! What a big boy you are,” she exclaimed, taking my cock in hand. “You must be at least as big as the guys in the porn videos. Oh, it’s perfect. And so hard. And look, there’s some drops of stuff coming out of the little hole in the end. Is that semen?”

“No, that stuff just comes out if I start to get excited. It’s some sort of lubricant. When I climax there’s much more.”

She used a finger to spread it around my cock head.

“Yeah, it is slippery stuff and your head is so smooth. Interesting. I can feel your testicles?”

“Sure, but be very careful. Don’t squeeze, ok?”

“Oh, now I understand why some people call them ‘nuts.’ Like small walnuts. So that’s where all the baby making juice comes from, huh? Your cock is so big but your balls seem kind of small. Is that normal?”

“As tandoğan escort far as I know. I don’t go around checking out guys.”

“No, I suppose not. Well, we better get started, don’t you think? Will your cock stay hard?”

“I don’t know, never done anything like this before. Maybe.”

I trimmed and shaved Janice’s pussy. It was fun doing it. She looked so different, like a little girl. When finished she placed a towel on her bed and laid down, legs spread. I applied hand lotion to the newly shaved area.

“That really feels nice, John. Squirt some lotion between my lips. Now run your finger up and down, like we talked about. Yes, oh baby, that feels good. Keep doing it. Now push a finger into my pussy. Easy.”

She drew in a breath. I started moving my finger in and out of her hole.

“Oh, honey, it’s just like you are fucking me. Use two fingers now. Yes. Oh, yes.”

She grabbed my hand and pulled it to her pussy, pushing my fingers deep into her hot tunnel.

“Oh, Oh….. Oh. Oh,” she whimpered as she repeatedly thrust her hips up. My girl was having her first orgasm.

A few seconds later she slumped down like she was in a daze. After a minute she pulled me to her. “John, oh John! You did it just right. I had no idea it could feel so good. Thank you. Thank you.”

I was hugely happy that I was able to give her this pleasure.

She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at me. “We are going to have so much fun, honey. Now your turn.

But first, how about we trimming you up like Alice suggested?”

“I guess, but be careful. A guy’s balls are really sensitive.”

I sat on the toilet stool, my stiff cock sticking up at a 45-degree angle. Janice first cut my pubic hair really short and then lathered me up and started shaving. When she was through all the hair was gone.

“Well, you sure look different. I like it.”

I looked down. My cock did look longer, no longer nestled in the hair. Well, no one else is going to see me except Janice. We moved back to her bed. Adding lots of hand lotion, she stroked my cock.

“What a great cock you have, John. Look, I can get both hands on it, and the head is still sticking out. And so fat. I had no idea you were so well endowed. Do you like what I’m doing? Is this how you jack off?”

“Yes, feels really good. Much more exciting than when I do it. I think I’m getting close; my cock head is starting to become really sensitive.” She stroked faster.

“Oh, here it comes!” I shot a big burst of cum a foot into the air, landing on my chest. Two more pulses followed.

“Wow, that was a lot. I didn’t know there would be so much. That was neat! I guess I did ok?”

“Wonderful.”

In the shower we fondled each other. I soaped up her pussy and pushed two slippery fingers inside. She lathered up my limp cock which started to get half-hard.

“Damn, John, don’t tell me you are almost ready again? Too bad, we don’t have time, Alice will be back soon.”

And so went our shaving exercise and sexual fondling. We continued to play with each other whenever either her roommate or mine gave us privacy. After that first time we watched porn videos together, picking up small details we previously missed.

****

“What are you doing, girl,” Alice asked Janice as she entered their dorm room.

“Oh, nothing. Just fiddling.”

Alice leaned over her shoulder and looked at the laptop. “Damn, you are watching porn. Let me see. Oh, I like that, nice big cock. She’s doing a good job, don’t you think?”

“Looks like it. How deep is it going into her mouth, maybe three inches?”

“Probably. That’s about the max before it hits the back of your throat.”

“What’s deep throat? I’ve heard that term.”

“God, girl, don’t you know anything? Deep throat was the name of a famous porn movie years ago. The girl takes a cock all the way.”

“How is that possible? Looks way too big.”

“Yeah, with the cocks these guys have it’s not easy. But most guys don’t have these monster cocks. Most are shorter and not as fat. Easier to suck and even deep throat.”

“Sounds like you speak from experience.”

“Oh, I do. As soon as I started dating I found out that guys wanted sex. I wasn’t about to lose my virginity to some pimply-faced, over-sexed guy. So I learned how to give blow jobs. Most guys were plenty satisfied, especially since I became so good at it. A few still wanted to fuck. I did let a couple eat me out and that was fun. They thought I would then let them do the deed but I still said no.

“So how come you are doing research? Most of us just do it and the guys tell us if they like it. That’s how I learned. Learning by doing.”

“I suppose what John and I are doing would seem rather strange to others.”

“And that is?”

“We plan to become lovers, really good lovers. We like each other. I think he is super sexy and he thinks I’m pretty. But both being so geeky, we want to do it step by step, the ‘scientific way.’ So I’m doing research on blowjobs, our next tunalı escort step.”

“What is he doing?”

“He’s researching eating pussy. I assume he’s looking at porn, maybe doing some reading. Anyway we plan to try it soon.”

“You guys are a real hoot! Researching blowjobs and pussy eating. Well, if you ever get around to doing it, let me know. I might want to borrow him. None of the guys I’m seeing will go down on me. You said that was the next step. What have you done so far?”

“Well, first the usual kissing. Then he rubbed and massaged my breasts and I fondled his cock. Then he played with my pussy.”

“Sounds good. How did your pussy shaving go?”

“Very well. He shaved me and then I shaved him. Really makes us look different. We both like my pussy bare. I think his cock looks even bigger without all his hair. Then he did a great job of finger-fucking me. We used some lotion and he put one, and then two, fingers in. It felt really good. Then he used his other hand to massage my clit. We read about that. That set me off and I had my first ever orgasm.”

“And what did you do for him?”

“I rubbed lotion onto his cock and stroked it. I also played with his balls. Once I got up a good rhythm he really liked it. When he squirted, his stuff landed on his chest. We were both so surprised it shot so much and so far. That’s all we have done.”

“What is his cock like?”

“Really big, almost scary if I think about it going into my pussy one day. I can put both hands on it and the head still sticks past. And it’s really fat. I want to try sucking it but I think it might be bigger than the ones in the porn videos.”

“I doubt it. Those guys are picked because they have much bigger cocks. And then what, you going to fuck him soon?”

“No, a step at a time and I might chicken out when the time gets close. But I have a doctor’s appointment in a couple of days to get birth control. Alice, you said you only suck cock, does that mean you are still a virgin?”

“Yeah. And I intend to keep it that way until I find that special guy. You too?”

Janice started crying.

“What’s wrong honey, what did I say?”

“Oh, Alice, I was so stupid. So very stupid.”

“Come on, tell me. We are friends.”

“It was last year, a month before graduation. I had gone out with this guy several times. We went to this party, there was booze. I almost never drank and it really affected me. On the way home he pulled into a backroad and we moved to the back seat.

“We had done plenty of kissing on prior dates but that’s all. Next I knew he had unzipped my jeans, pushed my panties aside, and pushed a finger into my pussy. It felt good and I kissed him harder.

“Next I knew he had his cock out and was pressing it up to me. A moment later he shoved it in. It hurt like hell and I yelled out and tried to push him off of me. He thrust into me a few times and then I felt something warm fill me. He came inside me.

“A moment later he pulled out and told me to quit crying and pull myself together. He turned on the dome light and I could see my panties were all bloody. I cried even harder. He had taken my virginity and maybe made me pregnant.

“Shut up, shut the fuck up,” he yelled at me. He tossed me some tissues which I used to wipe between my legs. I put some extra ones between my legs and pulled up my jeans.

“Take me home,” I pleaded.

“Sure, anything you say. Stupid cunt, why didn’t you tell me you were a virgin. I sure hope you didn’t get blood all over the back seat. Stupid cunt.”

My insides hurt but I tried to walk normally into my house. Fortunately, mom and dad had already gone to bed. I cleaned up and went to bed.

“The next afternoon the bastard called. ‘How about going out tonight? You ready for more of my cock?'”

“Fuck off. I never want to see you again. And you better hope I’m not pregnant, you bastard.”

“Hey, baby. Don’t get mad. You wanted it, I know. I put my finger in and you went wild. What else was I to think? Anyway don’t blow me off. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

“Go to hell.”

“Well, yes, maybe. But look, it’s like this. You don’t want to go out with me, fine. I’ll spread the word among the guys that you are a terrible fuck. No good in bed. You want that kind of reputation, a slut who’s a dud in bed?”

“Go right ahead,” I told him, “and I’ll tell my friends about your little weanie and how you came in half a minute. Next time in the gym showers all the guys will check out your little nub. And the girls will laugh about being so quick on the trigger. So you go right ahead.

“That was the last time we talked. School ended a month later.”

“Oh, honey, that’s awful. What a bastard.”

“Yeah, and you know what, I’m sure John thinks I’m a virgin. He didn’t ask and I didn’t say otherwise. I’m worried it might wreck everything.”

“Maybe you can fake it. Some girls lose their hymens without having sex. And others don’t bleed much. You could get by.”

“No, I couldn’t do that to John.”

“Well, you don’t need to make a decision just yet.”

She pointed to the laptop where the girl was now sucking a black guy’s cock.

“Damn, that’s a big cock. I’ve never sucked a black guy, might be fun to try sometime. Hey, girl, I can give you all kinds of advice on doing it. Better yet, I could show you.”

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I was stuck cleaning up all of this mess.

Don’t get me wrong – the regular bartenders at the Irish pub did a decent amount of work. We were slammed that night. Jon Stewart came in after a stand-up show at the university across the street and it felt like the entire audience came with him. We had a line out the door and had to call in almost everyone who had the night off.

It was also, as fate would have it, my first closing shift. My manager finally let me become a bartender after being a bar back for the past two months. So naturally Alana and Kasey felt like it was okay to leave me with mountains of glasses to wash. I would suck it up.

And they were right. I would.

I sighed and washed the glasses with a steady rhythm, my mind wandering. Jon Stewart was here. In the flesh.

I had always had a celebrity crush on him – to the point where I watched every single show. Maybe it was his attitude. His sense of humor. His overarching sense of justice and integrity, using poignant and biting humor to make us listen.

Honestly, as much as I respected the man, most of it was purely physical. I couldn’t tell you why. Grey hair usually isn’t a turn-on for me, but on him…fuck.

And then the rest of my attraction to Jon Stewart – who I would never meet in a million years, not like it mattered – was his confidence. His voice.

I have touched myself to orgasm over and over watching his show. (Shh.)

So when he came in tonight (security and all) and ordered a beer from me, I totally lost my cool. I was breathless, palms sweaty, stomach in knots, and panties were drenched.

I was so nervous I tripped and almost spilled his beer (a smoked vanilla porter) all over him. Luckily he caught my arm right at that moment. Our eyes met. He smiled at me.

“Whoa – careful.” He said. “You’ll ruin my Armani suit.”

I looked at his cotton t-shirt and jeans and giggled. God damn it, I actually giggled.

“Can’t have that.” I set the beer down slowly and carefully on the table. I was so nervous, but I had to say something to the man. “If you complex, dark beer, by the way, you should try this breakfast stout we just got in. It’s intense, with coffee notes to it.” I flashed him my best smile.

“I would love to try it,” he said, and I nodded and left, even though I got the impression he wanted to talk to me more, and I felt his eyes on me as I left. I was nervous, and I would be back in a minute, I just needed to collect my thoughts. Unfortunately, that never happened. The students were surging through the doors and the orders were piling in. My manager barked at me to get behind the bar and that was the last I saw him that night.

The place was packed. And I mean – PACKED. The printer kept spitting out drink orders all night. We were so far in the weeds that I didn’t even get a chance to breathe until first cuts – which happened at 2 am. The owner was kicking everyone out because some drunken assholes kicked through the door to the men’s room. After I went in the beer cooler to hide and recoup for a minute, I realized with a jolt that I forgot to get Jon Stewart his beer.

I furiously scrubbed the glasses now, angry with myself for forgetting, and chiding myself that it would never happen anyway.

“Excuse me?”

I whipped around in surprise and immediately dropped the glass I was washing. It shattered into a million pieces. And there was Jon Stewart, standing in my empty bar, with a bemused expression on his face.

“Shit, sorry for scaring you,” he came up to the bar. “Here, let me help.” There was a broom leaning on the edge of the bar and just like that Jon fucking Stewart was cleaning up the glass for me.

“Thanks,” I said, “I got it, thank you, you don’t have to do that,”

He cut me off. “Whatever, I scared the shit out of you. I should have been louder coming in.” He dumped the glass in the trash can, then straightened himself and looked at me.

My breath caught in my throat.

He smiled a little – the kind of half-smile a guy does when he knows a girl digs him – and stepped forward.

“I had to come back when I heard the damage that the guests from my show caused,” he said.

“Damages?” I asked, drawing a blank. “Oh, the door?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m really sorry about that.”

“It’s not your fault.” I smiled at him. “I have no idea what to tell you though – it’s just me here, and I have no idea what that would cost to fix.” I fidgeted. “I mean, I could get your phone number, and my manager could call you in the morning?”

He bit his lip a little and gave me that half-smile again. “You want my phone number?” He stepped a little otele gelen escort closer, breaking polite distance between us.

I flushed a deep red. “I mean-um-”

He grabbed my hand, grabbed a pan, and wrote his fucking cell phone number on my hand, his thumb stroking my palm ever-so-slightly.

My heart started beating a thousand times a second. “Thanks.” I looked him in the eyes – steely grey, with a hint of blue. He was so fucking sexy. I cleared my throat. “Did you still want to try that breakfast stout?”

He grinned widely. “Absolutely.”

I turned around to get a clean glass, and I could feel his eyes on my body. I was so self-conscious of every movement I made and my heart was still pounding. I managed to pour him a beer with a perfect head though, and I cheered myself inwardly.

He leaned back against the bar counter and sipped it, the froth sticking on his lips a little. His eyes narrowed in surprise. “You were right,” he said, taking another sip, “this is a fantastic fucking beer.” He grinned at me roguishly. “Where’s yours?”

I flushed.

“Come on, no one’s here. Have a beer with me.”

How could I possibly resist? “Okay, okay.” I poured myself a ginger IPA.

“Tell me your name.” His eyes were lingering at my waist, but I could tell he was trying not to stare. He met my eyes again.

“Rachael.”

“Rachael,” he said. “Where did you learn to be a beer sommelier?”

I laughed out loud. “I’m not,” I said, “I just really like beer. I’ve got a batch brewing at home actually.”

“No shit?”

“Yeah,” I said, embarrassed that I was telling him this. “I grew the hops myself.”

“That’s probably the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard a woman say.” I giggled again. “Thanks.” I almost felt embarrassed that he was making me giggle so much, but fuck it. I was talking to Jon Stewart. He’s a funny guy. I relaxed and leaned on the bar beside him.

We sipped our beers in comfortable silence. My right hand and his left were so, so close to each other. What if I just…with a boldness that came out of nowhere, I stroked his finger with mine.

There was a zap of electricity between us. I know, I know, it’s cliché, but honestly, the air around us felt charged. His proximity to me was intoxicating, and my mind thought back to all of the times I fantasized about this man.

“I’m a big fan of your show, by the way,” I said quietly. “I watch it every night.” He smiled genuinely and laughed.

“Thanks,” he said, “we have a lot of fun making it. The people I get to work with are phenomenal. My producer, for example, last week we were out grabbing lunch and this guy stops us and says to us – ”

I don’t know what came over me but I kissed him. So help me god, I kissed Jon Stewart. Not that I wasn’t interested in hearing what his producer was up to. But this moment could possibly pass me by. So I just leaned in and kissed him softly, once, on the lips. I couldn’t breathe as I waited for him to react.

Immediately he put down his beer, pulled me close to him, and kissed me deeply. My hips pressed against his and my arms snaked around his neck.

He softly sucked my lips between kisses.

Oh my.

I was making out with Jon Stewart, and his hands were found my hips and squeezed my ass. He moaned into my mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” he breathed, “you are so sexy.”

I ground my hips into him more and I felt him hard beneath his jeans. “No you,” I whispered, and kissed his neck, kissed his collarbone, before returning back up to his lips where he just devoured mine, hungrily.

“Come back with me, Rachael.” he moaned. “Let’s get out of here.”

I looked around us and saw the mountain of glasses. “I have to finish closing,” I said. “I’ll lose my job.”

My breath hitched as he kissed my cheek, my neck, my ear. He slowly nibbled my earlobe and whispered. “I’ll wait.” He straightened up. “I’ll help.”

I giggled and said, “No, you don’t have to.” I kissed him again and we lost ourselves to lust. My hands found the waistband of his pants and I slowly grazed my fingers beneath the hemline. I gasped when I realized his dick was hard between his abdomen and his jeans, straining against them, and circled my fingers around the tip that was exposed.

He kissed me harder and I could feel the effect I was having on this man.

Fuck.

I pulled away, because if I didn’t, I was going to fuck him on the bar. I leaned forward and pecked him on the lips before walking a few steps over to the sink and began to wash the glasses in earnest. He came up right beside me and dug right in.

We talked rus escort about beer some more, and talked about his show – there is some crazy shit that goes on there, apparently. His writers are a rowdy bunch. I don’t usually talk about myself, but something about washing dishes with Jon Stewart was definitely putting me at ease. We talked about the local farming coop I was involved in, and I gushed to him how I firmly believe small, local, sustainable farming can save our food system.

The dishes were done, the sinks were drained and wiped clean, and the mats we put by the mop sink.

Jon put his hands on my hips and picked me up and put me on the bar top, kissing me with unrestrained passion. I wrapped my legs around his torso, and my short, black dress was hiked up to my hips. He growled.

“Fuck, I want you,” he said. “Come have a drink with me – staying in hotel rooms constantly gets old. I would love your company.”

I swallowed. “Okay.”

He grabbed my hand and we left the bar after I locked up. When we entered the parking lot I almost stopped in my tracks.

“This is your car?” I said. It was a green Ford Explorer.

“Well what the hell did you expect?” He said. “A limo or something? I’m allowed to have a car, just like everyone else.”

I laughed. “No, I love it.”

We got back to his hotel and it was super quiet, understandably so. It was about four am at this point, and the town I lived in was not a big one. It just contained a really big university. No one bothered us as we took the elevator up to his suite.

It was a really nice suite. Probably the nicest they had. I barely had time to look at it, however, because as soon as the door was shut Jon swooped me up and kissed me, deeply. I moaned and kissed him back like he was my first, running my fingers through his hair. That silver fucking hair. I felt my stomach burn with how much I wanted this man.

He stopped kissing me just for a moment, took my hand, and led me to the couch. He looked adorably flustered. “Um – can I get you a drink?” I sat down.

He was so much older than the men I usually dated, and this for some reason made me outrageously bold. I was young enough to be his daughter.

“No, thank you,” I said softly, and reached out to grab his pants by the pockets. He stepped forward, and I unbuckled his jeans. He inhaled, sharply, as I freed is throbbing, hard cock from his jeans. I got on my knees and slowly licked from the base to the tip, reveling in the feel of him on my tongue. Over and over I licked his cock, slowly, teasing him, until he could barely take it anymore.

“Oh God, Rachael, please,” he begged, and I took him deep in my throat.

Jon moaned as I fucked his cock with my throat, stopping every now and then to lick the tip and stroke the sides. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and undid the zipper on the back of my dress, letting it fall to my hips. I meant to keep blowing him, but Jon picked me up like a rag doll and threw me on the couch and kissed me hard.

He almost ripped my dress off of me, pulling it down over my legs and throwing it on the ground. I don’t usually wear bras, so I was now completely naked except for my black, lacy, boyshort underwear. Jon gazed at my body like a wolf.

“Fuck.”

He circled my nipples with his thumbs, kissing me, and before lifting my legs and putting them over his shoulders. He hungrily kissed my belly, right in the curve of my hip, and sucked on every curve of my flesh until he made his way down to my drenched, drenched panties. Jon pulled them away with his teeth and softly buried his face in my pussy.

He moaned and began to eat me out and I nearly died from the pleasure.

Here was a man who knew how to eat pussy.

He languidly licked my labia – lavished all of his attention on it, ignoring my clit. His hands groped my breasts as he circled around my clit with his tongue, then ate my pussy deeply, fucking me with his tongue. I arched my back and he picked up the pace as I moaned. Now it was my turn to beg.

“Jon, please -”

He licked up my pussy lips like a lollipop before looking up at me. “Please what?” He lowered his mouth over my pussy again and gave my clit the barest of licks.

“Do you want me to kiss this?”

I moaned. “Yes, please, yes-”

He sucked on my clit, hard, and I nearly came.

Jon Stewart finally peeled off my panties completely, took his index finger and dipped it into my pussy, lubricating it before beginning to play with my button quickly and lightly. I almost screamed.

“Yes, yes, -”

He began to fuck me with one finger…then two…and finally sıhhiye escort three… I was close, so close, and his lips found my clit again, circling it over and over and I screamed, fucking screamed and came as he fucked me with his hand and his mouth. “Yes,” he whispered, “come for me baby. Yes.”

Oh my fucking god I came. My orgasm made me blind, made me twist, made me moan like I was broken, stuck on that sound.

I trembled from cumming so hard. Jon looked up at me, his mouth glistening with my pussy juices, his silver hair totally tousled. I pulled him up to me and licked them off, slowly, before kissing him long and deep. I felt his rock-hard erection against my belly and was immediately ready for more.

“Where is your bed?” I whispered.

He pointed, wordlessly, down the hall.

I stood up started walking that direction.

“Your ass,” he said gazing, “is phenomenal.”

“Thank you,” I blushed. “Are we going to bed or not?”

He bit his lip and swooped up and grabbed me again. “Oh we’re going to bed.” His hands squeezed my ass and he kissed me as he carried me to his bed.

This man.

I swear to god.

I pinched myself, just a little, and yes it hurt.

Jon laid me on his bed, his eyes drinking in the sight of me laying there, completely naked. He took off his shirt, and god damn, he was sexy. So fucking masculine – the perfect amount of chest hair. His jeans were bulging, and I crawled forward and unbuttoned them for him, taking the opportunity to lavish his cock with attention.

The look on his face as he drank in the sight of me blowing him made me almost come. He was biting his lip, savagely, and breathing quickly. He slapped my ass, and began to finger my pussy as I blew him.

“Oh Rachael, fuck-”

I didn’t stop.

“You’re gonna make me come-”

I didn’t stop.

He pulled out and rubbed his dick on my tits. “Baby, I’m not ready for this to be over yet.” His eyes were wild, and he climbed into bed over me and kissed me deeply. His cock was hovering over the entrance to my pussy. I pressed my hips up to meet his, and the head of his penis just barely entered my pussy. We both moaned.

“Oh god, let me take it,” Jon Stewart begged.

“Yes,” I breathed, and he entered me in one powerful thrust. I screamed with the sensation. He was so big – I was filled to the brim with his cock. Slowly he pumped in and out of me, his hands kneading my ass, patiently waiting for me to adjust to his girth.

After a minute I was ready, and I moaned and scratched his back.

He began to fuck me wildly, fervently, and I was dying of pleasure. Every thrust brought me closer to the edge. There was a mirror opposite of the bed and I saw us – his strong, manly fucking arms over me, and his dick, hard, and slick with my juices, thrusting in and out of my pussy.

Jon paused, lay on his side, and grabbed me by the hips, shoving me down onto his cock. One arm was under my neck and the other was squeezing, pinching, and slapping my tits as he fucked me from the side.

He breathed into my ear. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen.”

I moaned and whispered back, “I touch myself every night when I watch your show,”

He began to thrust faster. “Fuck.”

“Every night,” I said, “I imagine you taking me, like this,”

He groaned,

“Yes, yes-”

He reached over and started stroking my clit as he fucked me. “God damn…”

I was getting closer. “Jon I’m- I’m-”

His dick continued to pound into my pussy. I felt him getting harder and closer – his dick began to twitch and I could tell he was trying hard not to cum.

The knowledge that he was on the edge, and the sound of our bodies slapping together and we fucked, the smell of his hair, the feeling of his breath on my neck and his cock in my pussy –

My pussy began to clench around his as I moaned. “Ohh,”

“Yes,” he said, “come on my dick. Fuck. Come on my dick,”

I did as I was told. My orgasm was earth shattering, toe curling, and overpowering.

I felt his hot cum hit the walls of my pussy as he came, and felt his body spasm as he came deep inside of me. He shuddered, his face buried in my neck.

I curled into him and kissed him deeply. He languidly kissed me back, and wrapped his arms around me and held me close.

“Where on earth did you come from?” He said.

I nuzzled in closer. “Tennessee.”

He kissed my cheek and then reached for the blanket we had kicked to the floor.

I wanted this night to last, but I was so exhausted, I fell asleep immediately.

The next morning Jon dropped me off at my apartment and wrote his cell phone number on my hand again. He looked at me earnestly.

“Call me if you want to come visit. I’ll fly you out.” He looked flustered and pretty adorable. “I’d love to see you again.”

“Okay,” I said, smiling, and waved him goodbye.

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Lena was expecting me Wednesday night and when I walked into her office and when I walked into her office just before noon, she was visibly pleased to see me. She jumped up and ran to give me a hug. Her girlish actions were a little out of place for the setting. Lena was the comptroller for a large oil company and the offices conveyed the days when oil companies made huge profits. There were nine other women under her supervision and it was obvious that the dress code was slightly above casual. Lena wore an ankle length dress, very business-like, and it only took a moment to regain her business composure. “Dad, come with me, I’d like to introduce you to the girls,” she said as she grabbed my hand and led me into the office. I made the rounds, hearing some unusual greetings from the ladies.

“Glad to meet you, I’ve heard so many nice things about you.”

“So this is the guy we hear so much about.”

“From the way Lena talks, we expected to see a big “S” on your chest.”

One woman, closer to my age said, “Oh, Lena, he IS a hunk.” She smiled sweetly.

Lena had an office within the office and we headed for her area. Just as we passed the entrance, a little girl came running through. Under one arm she had a box of doughnuts, and a stack of manila folders under the other. At first glance I thought she must be one of the ladies’ daughters, then, it dawned on me. This was Lena’s little asian beauty. And, indeed, she was a beauty. Her jet black hair was up in a bun and her white shirt and black slacks gave her a school uniform look. She was absolutely tiny. I would have been totally surprised if her waist measure over 26 inches, and I don’t think she could have reached 5 foot on her tip toes. Lena was a small girl, but not in comparison to this gal.

“Oh, Kim, you’re just in time to meet my Dad,” Lena said. Kim stopped in her tracks, and in the process of greeting me, she dumped all the manila folders to the floor. I knelt down to assist her with the clean up, as she apologized profusely. “Oh, Sir, I am so sorry. Please excuse me.” Her speech was refined with no hint of accent. “I have been looking forward to meeting you.” She blushed slightly when her eyes met Lena’s. Lena and I retreated to her office.

“What do you think of Kim,” Lena said proudly.

“She’s gorgeous, but she doesn’t look old enough to drive, let alone…uh, uh, be of legal age… uh, you know what I mean,” I stammered.

“It’s OK, Dad, I checked it out. She’s cool. By the way, she’s joining us for dinner tonight, but nobody in the office knows and it’s best kept that way.”

“Ok, but this makes me real nervous. Got time for lunch?”, I asked.

Lena’s brow wrinkled as she thought. “Shit’” she said. “I wasn’t expecting you this early. Let me see what I can do to get out early today. Go on to my house and I’ll meet you there as soon as I can.” I gave her a fatherly kiss on the cheek and told her to not keep me waiting too long. “I might have to go see that old gal who called me a hunk,” I joked.

“Fuck you, Pop,” Lena whispered as she pushed me out of her office.

I got to Lena’s house and made myself comfortable. I managed to scrounge something to eat and lay down on the couch to watch some TV. I didn’t expect her to come home as soon as she did. It was a pleasant surprise when she arrived only a few minutes later, but I could tell she was in a big hurry. “We don’t have much time, Big Boy,” she said. “I have commitments in the office at three o’clock, and I won’t get out till after five. Now, I have been a very good girl the past two days, no jacking off, no fucking around, no nothing. Just thinking about fucking your ears off. I’ll take care of you tonight, but right now is for me. I’m going to hang my dress up, strip down and plop my ass on that couch. Then you are going to eat my pussy until I cum on your face, then, you are going to fuck me, wham bam, thank you mam. Got it?”

I wasn’t sure if I liked Lena’s business attitude, but I was still glad to accommodate. “Yes Mam,” I saluted. She went to the bedroom and returned totally nude. She sat on the couch, slid her hips forward to the edge, and spread her legs. Her pussy already showed her signs of excitement and I didn’t hesitate to drop to my knees between her legs. I dove in with fervor, bypassing the usual licks and kisses and went straight for her clit, her puffy lips pressing my cheeks. Even in her hurried state, Lena wasn’t expecting such immediate action. I sucked her clit hard into my mouth and pumped it like I was nursing a bottle. She let out a loud groan and thrust her hips to my face. I slipped one finger into her pussy beneath my chin and fingered her wetness. She was ready for immediate release, but I wasn’t willing to let her have that much control. I pulled my finger out and lapped at her slit, tasting her sweat and acrid juices. Then in a brief mental lapse, I returned to her clit. That was all it took to set her off. She locked both hands in my hair and pulled my head hard to her pumping cunt. I sucked her clit hard to equal the treatment she was giving my face, but it didn’t stop the pounding. I held my breath and tried to keep from injuring her pussy as my mouth and teeth banged against her twat. When she finally released my head, I lifted, gasping for air. But without comment or delay I dropped my pants to my ankles and pressed my cock to her drenched pussy hole. No playing around, I rammed sincan escort my cock to the hilt and ground my pelvis against hers. I hit her with full, hard strokes, withdrawing my cock completely and stuffing it back inside. With every thrust I could feel Lena throw her hips forward to meet me and we both came hard and fast. When the last spasms quit, I sat back on my legs, my cock popping from her cunt. I watched as my cum trickled slowly out of her hole, diluted with her own cum. She got to her feet, a little shaky and just stood there in silence. Before she went back to the bedroom to dress she said, “I hope I wasn’t too stinky. You didn’t give me any opportunity to clean up.” “Even a stinky winky is better than no winky at all,” I joked. She burst into that familiar laughter and only shook her head as she walked away. She dressed quickly and headed out the door. She turned back long enough to say, “Thanks, Dad. You will never know how bad I needed that. I’ll see you around six and I will have our guest with me.” She smiled coyly and left.

That afternoon I took the liberty of fixing a few things I noticed were in need, and called a local restaurant to arrange for dinner to be delivered around seven. It only seemed appropriate to order Chinese.

Shortly after five, Lena called. “I’m just wrapping up here and should be home by 6:30 at the latest. I want you to do me a favor, OK?”

“Sure, Babe, anything you want,” I replied.

“There’s an adult book store down on 9th street,” she continued. “Surprise me with something fun.”

“Oh, Lena, I hate those places. They make me feel like a dirty old man in a trench coat,” I protested.

“You are a dirty old man, “she laughed. “Either you go or we will all three go later, your choice.”

“You are such a spoiled brat,” I conceded. “See you soon. And by the way, I ordered Chinese food.”

I didn’t have much time to get to the store and back, and the traffic didn’t help. Once I was in the store, it was a difficult choice. I wanted something large and grotesque for Lena, but I was also thinking of the tiny Kim. The choices were complicated because all I could do was imagine how Lena would react. My first choice was a huge rubber dildo with built-in heater and vibrator, batteries not included. It advertised itself to be 2 ½ inches in diameter, 8 inches in circumference and a whopping 12 inches long. I got hard imagining the flesh-colored cock covered in Lena’s juices. My next choice was smaller in diameter, about 1 ½ inches, but was fully 18 inches long and had a cock head on both ends. I wondered if Kim could take even the smaller version. When I was satisfied with my two hardware choices, I moved to the chemical department. There I found flavored body oils that promised to heat up if you blew on it. Of course I tested it on my arm, and sure enough, when I blew on the oily spot, I could feel the heat. I opted for the lemon scent. Finally, I found a six-pack of edible florescent panties. They were very small in the package, but were guaranteed, “one size fits all”. Shocked at the total price of my purchases, I left the store grumbling and fought the traffic all the back to Lena’s.

As I had feared, Lena’s car was already in the driveway. As was my custom, I knocked on the door and announced myself. The girls had been there longer than I thought. They met me dressed in beautiful oriental gowns. “Kim was nice enough to loan me this,” Lena announced. “Isn’t it gorgeous?”

“You are both very striking,” I answered. Kim looked the perfect china doll, but Lena was a little out of her realm with her strawberry blond hair. Nevertheless, they were both absolutely beautiful.

“Dad, this is going to be so neat. When I told Kim you had ordered Chinese, she suggested we have a traditional Chinese meal. She even brought you a kimono to wear. She also said she would teach us some Chinese meal customs. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

I excused myself to change into the silky gown, wearing nothing beneath, and when I returned, Kim and Lena had pushed the couch aside and had arranged the cushions around the coffee table. Kim had even lit some incense and the odor was strong in the room.

“The incense is a mood enhancer,” Kim spoke, as she stood and bowed before me. I didn’t know how to react. Lena saw my discomfort and said, “Kim was raised by her grandmother who is very traditionally Chinese. She does that shit any time she talks to a man.”

“Well it’s not necessary with me, Kim,” I said.

“Yes sir,” she said, head still bowed and eyes diverted downward.

We were interrupted by the door bell, the food had arrived. While I was paying the delivery boy, who ogled at the two women, Kim was arranging the food on the coffee table. Lena and I sat cross-legged on the cushions while Kim went to the kitchen. When she returned she had three dish rags, steaming hot. She came to me first and without speaking, took my hands and washed them gently, then my face and neck. She did the same for Lena, then herself. The ceremony seemed to end at that point, and we all sat around the coffee table and ate and conversed like normal people. We learned that Kim was basically self-educated and idolized Lena for giving her an opportunity to prove her skills. At a lull in the conversation Lena winked at me, then said, “Kim, I would like to ask a favor of you.”

“How can I be of service?”, tandoğan escort Kim asked.

Lena continued her bull shit line. “My father served his country honorably in Viet Nam. And while he was there he gained an affinity for oriental ladies. Now, 30 some years later, he has renewed his desires for oriental cuisine. And a man of his stature and position can’t arbitrarily seek assistance from just anywhere. Do you understand what I am saying?”

“Yes, mam. You want me to have sex with your father,” Kim answered.

“That’s exactly what I mean,” Lena continued. “You may say no and it will not jeopardize your job or relationship with me. But if you say yes, I will consider myself forever indebted to you.”

“Mam, it would be my great honor,” Kim spoke as she raised her eyes and smiled. “He’s not so bad to look at you know.” Kim interrupted our joint laughter. “I would ask one thing. Can we continue the evening in the customs of my people?”

Lena looked at me puzzled. “What kind of customs, Kim?”

“Good customs, mam, like preparing my partner for the acts of pleasure,” Kim said.

“I think he would like that, Kim. But you do realize the importance of keeping this matter strictly between the three of us? And there is one more thing you need to know before you make your final decision. I will be joining the two of you in your acts of pleasure. Will that be a problem for you?”, Lena said.

“It is not my place to judge, Mam. I would be pleased again to share my pleasures with such honored hosts,” Kim said subserviently.

“Now what,” I said after a silent moment.

“Now, sir, I will clean up our dinner mess, then we will go to the bathroom and begin our preparations,” Kim said.

Lena and I waited alone in the bathroom. “Can you believe this?”, Lena asked.

“I can’t believe she is so willing and so young,” I added.

Kim joined us shortly and commenced to pull her kimono up to mid calf and tie it off with a knot on the side. “It is customary to drain your bladder before we continue. Do either of you need to pee?”

“Not me,” Lena said.

I looked down at the tent pole beneath my kimono and said, “I don’t think I could if I had to.” We all laughed and Kim methodically began to disrobe us. Like me, Lena was nude beneath the robe, and I felt a level of discomfort being naked with Lena while Kim remained clothed.

“This is wonderful,” Kim said. “You have a very large shower we can all fit in. Ideally we would have a table for you to lie on while I shampooed your bodies. The shower will work fine, though. Shall we?” Kim opened the shower and we went inside. After adjusting both shower heads, Kim began to scrub me thoroughly. And I do mean thoroughly. The soapy sponge went every where. She lifted my balls and scrubbed, lathered my asshole, and even soaped and lathered my hard cock. When I was done she turned her attentions to Lena. And she got the same treatment. Kim spread her ass cheeks and scrubbed, then cleansed every pore on Lena’s pussy. I could tell by watching that Lena was enjoying the lavish attentions. Kim’s actions were mechanical, without emotion. I found it odd that Kim had not disrobed, and her kimono clung to her small body. Not until Lena was done did Kim remove her wet robe and scrub herself. Lena and I both stared at her naked body. Her breast were tiny, but perfectly proportioned to her body. A small line of short black hair trailed from just below her navel to just above the hood of her clit. Unlike Lena’s puffy, bulging outer labia, Kim’s were frail and flattened, exposing her inner lips and clit without spreading her legs. Lena and I awed as Kim pulled her pussy apart and washed every crease, as though we weren’t there. The shower heads went off and Kim toweled us dry, pausing only to say, “I can see you are both ready for pleasure.”

Kim led us to Lena’s bed and had us lie side by side on our stomachs. She proceeded to give us each a massage. “Now,” she said, “we are ready for pleasure.” She continued, “Is it safe to assume you two are not new to each other? Then it is only correct for you both to familiarize your self with my body. There should be no surprises. Please take any liberties you wish.” Kim positioned herself on the bed, lying on her back, her arms at her side. “This is no time to be bashful,” she said. From the foot of the bed, I grabbed Kim’s ankles and spread her legs, exposing her dark pussy. Pulling her to the edge of the bed for easier access, I touched her softly. Even with her legs spread wide, when I cupped her pussy, my hand touched both thighs. Lena watched as I explored Kim’s delicate body, her hand dropping to her crotch unconsciously. She was so small that I couldn’t imagine sticking my cock in her. What I wasn’t surprised at was her wetness. She didn’t put out the volume Lena did, but her juices flowed nonetheless. With one finger I pulled her sweetness from her hole to her clit and rubbed gently. The slick juices and the contact made her clit slowly emerge from her hood and stand tall in comparison to the rest of her body. I knelt between her legs and licked at her little cunt. My tongue covered her entire pussy from hairline to cunthole. I was intent to make her cum, and while I worked gently on her pussy, Lena’s head appeared between my legs from behind. She pulled my cock down to her mouth and started sucking the head. This whole tunalı escort program was destined to fail. I was going to be my usual “two stroke” and these two horny women would be left to each other. I don’t think either wanted that, at least not yet. When I was sure Kim was going to cum, I warned Lena, who immediately deep throated my cock. Kim was not as physical when she came as I was used to with Lena, but my own cum was strong. And I found myself fucking my daughter’s face as I finished Kim off. While Kim and I were momentarily at a standstill, Lena was primed and would not be ignored. “Hey, you guys, what’s wrong with this picture?”, she said. “Uh oh! Our mistress has been left out. But fear not fair maiden, I have a surprise for you,” I retrieved my bag of purchases from the living room. I dumped the bag in the middle of the bed and Lena, like a kid in a candy store, said, “Oh, goodies.” She picked up the huge dildo that I had already installed batteries in. “Where in the hell do you think you’re going to put this,” she said. I looked at Kim who just smiled and shook her head no.

“Well, since it would probably break Kim’s ribs, that leaves …..,” I said as I bowed to Lena.

“Ooo, that’s gotta hurt,” Lena said, “Let’s give it a try.”

Kim joined me at the edge of the bed while Lena lay down, her feet pulled up tight to her ass and her knees spread wide.

“Kim, while I am preparing Lena for her “pleasures”, I need you to address her beautiful breasts,” I instructed. Kim bent over and immediately went to work on Lena’s titties, licking and sucking at her nipples. Lena moaned and closed her eyes. I grabbed the bottle of “hot” body oil and applied a generous portion to Lena’s spread crotch. It certainly wasn’t needed for lubrication, Lena was drenched in her own fluids. The mixture of the lemon scented oil and Lena’s juices were intoxicating. Her lovely skin glistened from thigh to thigh. “Please be easy,” Lena said seriously. “That thing is huge.”

“I would never hurt you, Hon,” I said. “Just try to relax and enjoy the attention.”

I massaged, kneaded and prodded her flesh, as more of her slick liquids oozed from her spread hole. I gently finger fucked with one, then two fingers. Her hips gently responded to my fingers. As her tight pussy would loosen, I added more fingers. She was responding more vigorously as the number of fingers increased. I was in absolute heaven. I had four fingers in my little girls cunt while a miniature china doll sucked on her tits. My cock was already hard again and I envisioned myself fucking Kim from behind as she pleasured Lena. Unfortunately I couldn’t be in two places at the same time, and Lena’s pussy was begging for my continued attention. She wasn’t easily taking my four fingers, but she was relaxing a little more. Her moans had turned to grunts and Kim had quit sucking her nipples and was leaning across Lena’s belly, watching me finger fuck her fat pussy. Kim’s mouth was open in awe and a small rivulet of spittle slipped from the corner of her mouth. Lena’s moans had turned to grunts, matching the rhythms of my thrusts. With two fingers of each hand I continued fucking, spreading my fingers apart as I could to expand her. Then it dawned on me, the “hot” oil. “Kim, get down here closer and blow lightly against her pussy.” Kim didn’t hesitate. She lay across Lena’s belly and started blowing. Lena’s action was intense. “Fuck,” she yelled. “I’m going to cum!” Lena bucked her hips so hard I thought Kim would go flying off, but she held her ground and continued blowing. I increased the pace of my fucking fingers and Lena was hit with a violent orgasm. Her gaping pussy lashed at my penetrating hands and she let out a loud and continuous groan. Her climax must have lasted a full 60 seconds and Lena collapsed on the bed. Taking advantage of her relaxed state, I took the dildo and started rubbing the length of it up and down her slit, until it was completely lubricated. I spread her pussy hole with my fingers and gently pressed the head into her. She tightened, but as I twisted the dildo back and forth, she relaxed once again. I pressed the fake cock slightly deeper, repeating the twisting motion. I withdrew the cock and immediately put it back in. Lena had begun to react with renewed passion. Kim had forgotten her task and was once again just ogling at the action. One hand had slipped between her and the bed and I knew she was playing with her tiny pussy. As Lena got more and more into the action, I tenderly pushed forward and the head of the gigantic cock slipped past the edges of her hole. I withdrew and repeated the action several times. Lena’s moans returned and Kim had ceased to try to hide what she was doing to herself. With every stoke, I pushed the cock deeper into her yearning hole. Lena was going crazy. “More,” she cried. I pressed harder and the cock advanced into her stretched cunt. I estimated about 8 inches of cock had disappeared inside her, and still Lena begged for more. As I pushed a little farther I felt resistance and I knew I had reached Lena’s limits. I pulled out, then pushed back in, then repeated the process again and again, until Lena groaned and rolled her upper body back and forth. This time her orgasm jolted her whole body and the spasms made her body quiver. She lay afterwards, pale and exhausted. I slowly withdrew the dildo and with it came a flood of Lena’s cum, gushing from her pussy. A gaping hole remained where the cock had been, but slammed shut when Lena brought her legs together. Kim had made herself cum during the commotion, so the only one left from this go around was me. The thought of putting my dick in that tiny cunt had haunted since the first time I saw Kim.

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My daughter, Lena, has always been a wild one, just like her mother. And just like her mother, she’s a looker. At 5′ 4″ and 110 pounds, she’s cute as a button, and that natural red hair somewhat explains the temperament. Lena was 16 when her mother and I were married, and within a year we became best of buddies. She is a pleasure to be around and always the life of the party. After about two or so beers she becomes a real comedian and keeps me in stitches.

Although I have been told by at least three of her 5 ex-husbands that she ceases to be funny after about 6 months of marriage. I can’t say that this was the first time I had lusted for her, but it was the first time I had the opportunity to fulfill my fantasies. My wife had gone to see our son in Florida and Lena was coming down hard from ex number five. Her and a friend had been hitting the bars pretty hard and I was truly concerned. Lena was not one to hold her liquor well and it was just a matter of time before she got in trouble. She gladly accepted my invitation to spend a couple days with me, time away from her problems and entertaining Dad while Mom was gone. I expected her in late on Friday night after work. It is about a three hour drive from where she lives. But instead, she and her friend, Donna, show up on my door step about noon.

Now I have to tell you a little about Donna. She is the same age as Lena, 33, but shows the years a lot harder. Lena could easily pass for 21 or younger and frequently gets carded at the bars, much to Donna’s dismay. But Donna is fun-loving just like Lena and has a tight firm body.

Being self-employed at home I was not prepared to just drop everything and start entertaining, so I sent the two rambunctious girls to a local pub with instructions to stay out of trouble, and I would join them for dinner. Although my work wasn’t done, I couldn’t concentrate on anything but what the girls were doing. So I wrapped things up and headed to the bar about 4:00PM. And, of course, when I got there they were both well on their way to causing a riot. Donna had evidently encouraged the attentions of a young man just about the time his girl friend came through the door. At least I think she was a girl. She was twice Donna’s size and it was difficult in the poor light, but I was pretty sure she had a five o’clock shadow. Of course, Lena was right in her face and it was all I could do to separate the three of them. We managed to exit the bar without incident, but we had the dilemma of two cars at the bar. It wasn’t exactly rocket science. Lena rode with me and Donna followed to one of my favorite eateries. What surprised me was Lena’s comments in the car.

” Sometimes Donna can be such a bitch! What she really needs is some big dick to fuck her till she can’t walk,” she spouted.

“Why Lena, such language in front of your father. I can tell you’ve had too much to drink already,” I replied.

“Bull Shit,” she giggled. “Let’s get Donna laid tonight, okay?”

“It’s OK by me, but Donna might have something to say about it. Don’t you think so? Just bear in mind it’s early and you might want to pace yourself a bit with the drinking,” I responded, sounding like a father should.

The night proceeded as you might expect. These two characters kept me in stitches throughout our meal. Lena did her best to set Donna up. From the host to the bus boy, she made promises on Donna’s behalf of wild monkey love. However, Donna never did catch on to Lena’s true efforts and just chalked the evening up to more of Lena’s weird humor. After dinner we resumed our two-vehicle caravan to a local dance hall. The music was loud and not of my liking, but the girls were having a ball. It probably wasn’t until that evening that I realized what an alluring woman my daughter was. And, what a tease! Lena was wearing a nice pair of conservative shorts with a polo-type shirt, not too provocative, but tight enough to show her firm round ass. Donna, on the other hand was dressed more sluttish. She wore a short, mid-thigh, baby blue skirt and a white sleeveless blouse. And more than once during the evening she exposed her white bikinis. Even with her much larger boobs and sexy attire, Donna did not attract the men the way Lena did. There was just something about Lena that caused men to lust for her.

By about 10:00 this old man was wearing down, and both the girls had had way too much to drink. At one point they both left the table to head for the bar, giggling and clutching each other. At some point amid their stagger, they both fell down. The pair of them both splayed on the floor with legs tangled together was hilarious at first, then, the reality set in. While Lena was laughing uncontrollably, Donna lay in somewhat of a stupor on her ass and leaning back on her elbows. Her knees were raised and spread and her short skirt up around her waist. The white panties took on that florescent hue of the bar lights and the roundness and plumpness of her pussy was hypnotizing. I don’t think I could have fucked her till she couldn’t walk, but sincan escort at that instant I would have given it a try. It was obviously time to go home. Without modesty but with a little help from Lena and me, Donna got to her feet.

When I suggested it was time to go, I got the expected responses, but they finally agreed with one stipulation. We had to all have a parting shot of Jose Cuervo at the bar. A small price to pay to secure the safety of these two young drunks. I got them to the bar and placed the order, then excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I got back there were not three shots on the bar, but six. And there was an argument between the two girls as to who could drink the most. Before I could intervene, Donna killed three shots faster than I could believe. Even Lena was amazed, and before she could try to match the task, I grabbed two of the shots and drank them myself. I don’t really like tequila, but I knew I would have my hands full with Donna and I was hoping for at least a little help from Lena.

Lena finished the final shot as I drug them both toward the door. Ignoring the second vehicle, I directed them both to my car. With much ado I got them both in the car, with Donna in the middle and Lena riding shotgun. The ride home was only about 20 minutes and I was hoping to get there before either of them got sick or passed out. No such luck. Naturally with Donna in the middle, she was the one to get sick. I pulled over just in time, as Donna lay across Lena’s lap puking her guts out on the curb. The whole time Lena laughed and carried on about Donna being weak and such a wimp. When Donna finally quit with the dry heaves, we pulled her back to an upright position and I started driving. By this time Donna was a rag doll. She leaned against me with her head on my shoulder and I pushed her head away. The puke breath was unbearable. Lena resumed her verbal attack on Donna, but talking to me rather than talking directly to Donna.

“I told you she was a bitch, didn’t I? Just look at her. Dressing up to tease the guys but never coming through for them. And did you see those bikini panties, so damn tight you could read her lips?” As she spoke, Lena lifted Donna’s skirt from her legs to her lap, exposing her panties. ” I think she gets her rocks off by teasing instead of fucking. That’s why she’s such a frustrated bitch all the time.” Lena grabbed Donna’s right knee and pulled her legs far apart. With her right hand she pulled the elastic of Donna’s panties aside to expose her hairy pussy. Then with her left hand she crudely dipped her middle finger into Donna’s pussy. She pulled it out with a note of triumph and said, “See, I knew she would be all wet.” Nonchalantly she wiped her wet finger on Donna’s white blouse.

I was dumbstruck! “Lena, what the hell are you doing? You can’t just….”

“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Daddy O. You know you love it. Do you think I missed you staring at that pussy at the bar? And taking every opportunity to look up her skirt all night?” Lena burst out laughing. “I bet you’ve got a woody right now.”

Fortunately I pulled into the driveway before the conversation could go any further.

“Just get the door for me so I can carry her inside,” I said with some disgust.

As I picked Donna up I couldn’t help but notice the crotch of her panties was still pulled aside and her pussy peeked out like some furry little animal trying to escape. I carried her into the house and lay her on the couch in the living room. Lena had gone to the bathroom as I smoothed Donna’s skirt down over her thighs. I stood there looking down at helpless Donna. Under different circumstances I might have taken some liberties. In fact, if I could get Lena to go to bed……. My thoughts were interrupted by Lena’s smug voice behind me.

“Go ahead if you like. She will never know and I sure won’t tell Mom.”

“Lena don’t be ridiculous. You just need to go to bed and sleep it off.”

Lena stood next to me and we both stared down at Donna. “It’s not ridiculous. I am sure you would love some young pussy. Okay, okay. If you don’t want to fuck her, let’s have a little fun.” Once again Lena pulled the skirt up and exposed the white panties. “Tell me you’re not enjoying this.” I couldn’t speak. All I could do was stare at Donna’s tan legs and white panties.

“Here, Pop, let me give you a show.” Having said that, Lena grabbed Donna under the shoulders and drug her to the middle of the floor. Then she took one of the cushions off the couch and put it on the floor at Donna’s feet. “You sit there,” she instructed. I did as I was told, still unable to speak. Lena spread Donna’s legs apart as far as they would go without bending her knees. The light blue skirt draped down over Donna’s pussy. Lena proceeded to unbutton Donna’s blouse, exposing an equally white lace bra that conveniently hooked in the front. Instantly the bra snapped aside revealing two large breasts that sagged slightly as the support of the bra disappeared. Next Lena unsnapped tandoğan escort the skirt on the side of the waistband and unwrapped the material. Donna lay spread eagle on the floor, totally exposed except for those radiant white panties. “Like what you see so far? Wouldn’t you like to rub those silky panties?

Like this?” With one hand Lena gently rubbed Donna’s pantied pussy. All the time Lena watched me. Suddenly she burst into laughter. “You are loving this, aren’t you? Come on, help me take her panties off.” Without thinking, I rose from the cushion and kneeled between Donna’s legs. My erection was more than obvious and Lena renewed her laughter. “I’ve never seen my Dad with a woody before.” She rolled on to her side as she laughed hysterically. Embarrassed, I sat back on my legs. “This has gone far enough, now. Help me take her to bed,” I stuttered. But I really was loving it and I knew it would go farther. While Lena tried to regain her composure, I was able to collect some thoughts of my own. I found myself wishing it was Lena passed out and Donna pressing these issues. Lust had taken over for my common sense and I was becoming more devious. “You know, Lena, Donna will get no pleasure from this. It won’t even be a lesson to her. Perhaps we should do something that makes her realize what a fool she made of herself tonight.” This got Lena’s attention. “What did you have in mind, Pop.”

“I don’t know just yet. Maybe we should write a note and leave it in her panties, or better yet, get a Magic Marker and leave a message written on her belly. Something that doesn’t implicate us, but tells her someone was there.”

Lena’s eyes sparkled. “Yeh, a message with a Magic Marker would be there for days! We can write it right on her pussy…no, she has too much damn hair for that. That black hair is disgusting. Women with lots of pubic hair should have it removed. Thank God I don’t have that problem.”

I immediately recognized her comments as my opportunity. “Don’t tell me you shave your pussy.” It was my turn to laugh.

Indignantly she responded without thinking. “I don’t really need to. I don’t have much to start with.”

“Bull Shit,” I said. “You’re not 12 years old any more. I bet you have a big red bush just like your mother.”

“I most certainly do not. And besides, my hair is a lot lighter than Mom’s,” she quickly defended.

“Well, I’ll believe that when I see it. You know you talk a lot of shit but it is pretty obvious you don’t have all the answers when it comes to the opposite sex and what they like,’ I prodded.

Remember I mentioned the red hair and temperament? Did I mention the quick temper? Lena immediately stood up, unbuttoned her shorts and dropped them to the floor. She kicked them across the room and stood in just her shirt and pink cotton briefs. That moment is emblazoned on my memory. Her pussy bulged from under the soft cotton and a distinct camel toe was outlined. Her mons protruded well beyond her flat belly and cloth that would have been loose- fitting around a normal pussy was stretched tight, contouring the most beautiful cunt I have ever seen. Without delay, she peeled the briefs down her legs and stood proudly to display a glorious pink pussy with just a trace of fine red hair ending where the puffy outer labia hid her clit. The soft tissue of her pussy almost appeared abnormal and swollen, and seemed to beg for attention like a cuddly puppy. I lost all concentration and was once again unable to speak. All I could do was stare. When Lena finally realized what she had done, she was momentarily embarrassed. But embarrassing moments for my daughter were few and far between, and she recovered instantly.

“Now that we have that out of the way, she said, I have an idea. Let’s shave Donna’s pussy! Mom has those electric dog clippers in the garage. I’ll get those while you get your shaving cream and razor.” She bolted out of the living room in quest of the clippers while I walked in a trance to the bathroom. My dick was so hard it almost hurt. It had been a long time since this old man had had such a hardon. I returned to the living room to find Lena plugging in the clippers. She was completely oblivious to the fact that she still had no clothes on from the waist down, and her cute round ass didn’t hide that bulbous pussy as she bent to the outlet.

She turned with a little girl grin and said, “Let’s get a towel under her to catch the hair.”

Always the practical one, my Lena. Removing Donna’s panties exposed a huge black bush that spread from her inner thighs to just below her navel. And without hesitation Lena clicked on the clippers and went to work. At one point, I suppose from the noise and the vibration of the clippers against her pussy, Donna moaned and rolled her head. Lena’s hand went to her mouth like a child caught in a prank, but Donna fell back into her stupor and Lena continued. In a matter of moments, Lena had clipped all Donna’s hair off down to a short stubble. She turned to me with that tunalı escort same mischievous smirk and said, “Now it’s your turn. You have to be better than me with a razor.” Again I found myself kneeling between Donna’s spread legs, enjoying the action but thinking of Lena’s pussy. Then, as though she read my subconscious mind, Lena knelt, astraddle of Donna’s torso and faced me to watch. What a delirious moment! There I was shaving one pretty pussy and staring at the pussy of my dreams. The nature of Lena’s position spread her own pussy apart just far enough to expose her clit and inner lips. My staring must have been obvious, because Lena had to remind me of which pussy was being attended to. As I shaved, Lena’s hands became my own, spreading Donna’s pussy apart and stretching the skin when needed. Honestly, it was back-breaking work, bending over to perform at that level. And when I was satisfied with my efforts I straightened up and stretched my back. Lena did the same and once again I was afforded a view of that scrumptious pussy.

Lena dismounted Donna, giving me a quick shot of her naked crotch, and disappeared into the bathroom. When she returned she presented some cocoa butter lotion. “We don’t want her to chafe, now do we?” She poured some lotion into the palm of her hand and rubbed her hands together. I said, “No, let me.” With a huge smile, she grabbed my hands to transfer what lotion she could. The touch was electric, and for a brief moment we just held hands, staring at each other. Her hands seemed so small and soft for such a brazen young woman. The moment ended and I turned my attentions to Donna. I applied the lotion lovingly, caressing each fold of her pussy, and spreading her inner lips to apply lotion even where it wasn’t needed. Lena seemed mesmerized at what I was doing and I prolonged the activity just for her sake. I wondered at the time if Lena had some hidden lesbian desires or was just impressed at the gentleness of my touches. Lena sat crossed-legged beside me as continued the manipulations of Donna’s unknowing pussy. Periodically I would insert my middle finger 2 or 3 inches into Donna’s cunt, then withdraw and massage some more. Each time I did so, I noticed Lena would hold her breath until my finger came back. When this pattern repeated itself three or four times, I inserted two fingers as far as I could onto Donna’s slick snatch. Lena actually gasped, but she wasn’t to be caught, and diverted my attention by saying, “What’s that big wet spot on the front of your pants, Pop?” I looked and momentarily felt my own embarrassment. Then guessing, but not knowing for sure, I said, “It’s the same thing as that wet spot on the floor where you are sitting.” Lena didn’t say anything, but leaned forward across her own folded legs and laughed.

“Now can we put her to bed? Your prank of the century is complete,” I mused.

Very seriously Lena asked, “Aren’t you going to fuck her? She’s yours and she ready. If you’re shy I will go in the other room.”

“Shy! Are you crazy. We are sitting here, Father and Daughter, shaving your friends pussy like it was a normal family outing. I have a raging hardon and your bare pussy, that is driving me insane, by the way, is so wet you will slosh when you walk. And you ask me if I am shy.”

We both rolled with laughter, and without saying another word, Lena followed my suit in taking Donna to the guest bedroom. She took her arms and I took her feet and we carried her like a sack of spuds, laughing like children all the while. Before we left the bedroom, Lena said, “Last chance. I don’t want you sneaking in here in the wee hours to knock off a hunk.”

We laughed again as we left the bedroom. Sometimes I think she can read my mind. Back in the living room we sat on the couch and mused at what Donna would think, then tried to come up with how this could happen while she was with us. As the laughter and jokes subsided I asked Lena, “Hon, tell me something. What turned you on so much? Was it the sight of Donna’s pussy?”

“Hell no. I’m not queer. I don’t know, maybe it was seeing you so excited, or maybe it was just the “playing nasty” thing. I don’t know, Dad, but it sure did get me pumped. What turned you on so much?”

“Me? Well that’s pretty obvious, isn’t it? I am a man, you know. How could I not be aroused staring and playing with a pussy?”

“Would you have done this if I hadn’t been her and the opportunity was? And honestly, would you have fucked her?”

“Lena, that’s hard to say. You know a stiff prick has no conscience, but I think you being here really added to the excitement. I would never have dreamed we would ever do anything like this. I mean, look at us. You are still semi nude and we are talking about shaving pussies and getting turned on. It might be a little late for a birds and bees talk. But I’m not letting you slide on my question. Why did you get so turned on?”

“I really don’t know. I guess the worst part, or maybe best part, was the thing with the lotion.

I have never seen anything like that and I could almost feel it. Really, Dad, it was almost like feeling that cool lotion on my own pussy. And when you fingered her, I swear I could feel you inside me. Satisfied now? I’m being boldly honest. You can bet your ass I’m going to buy some of that shit for myself.”

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They were old school friends but had not seen each other in 20 years. Melanie had always been in awe of Julie, she was bold, brassy, outspoken. Everything that Mel wasn’t. Mel had always been the quiet one, in the background, almost Julies’ stooge. She hadn’t cared though, Julie was popular and she had chosen Mel as a friend. Being the butt of the jokes was worth it, in her opinion, all those years ago.

And now here they stood. Time had not been overly kind to either of them. Mel had stayed big, two kids had helped see to that. Julie was the biggest surprise for her though. She knew her immediately but now the glamorous, pristine Julie was every bit as big as Mel was.

Mel hugged Julie tightly to her, she still smelt the same, after 20 years so little had actually changed. Julie hugged back and then held Mel at arms length. They looked at each other and grinned.

“Wotcha Mel” said Julie laughing. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“Wotcha Jules” Mel laughed in reply. “You have.”

Julie laughed deeply. “Yeah, just a tad. I started putting it on once I got my divorce. Can’t believe how vain I was back then.” She shrugged and laughed again, hugging Mel close.

The women found a table and sat down with their drinks, talking about school days, friends and enemies alike, who they had seen since they had left school, who was still local, who had moved away, just general chit chat. Both trying to avoid telling each other about their lives since they had left school.

Conversation turned to arrangements for the night, the reunion was being held in the school. It was school summer break and the boarders at the private school were all at home with their families, leaving the girls at the reunion to use the dormitories to sleep overnight. Jules had opted to stay but wasn’t sure who else had. She had, almost instinctively made her way straight to her old dorm. She had put her bag on one of the beds and gone back down the stairs.

Now sitting with Mel she laughed when her friend had told her with an embarassed grin that she had also gone straight to her old room. Jules suggested that she move her stuff to the dorm where she was staying and they both made their way back upstairs to move bags from one room to the other. When they got to Mel’s dorm they found that she was in there on her own with four beds whilst Jules knew she already had three other people in her six bed dorm.

“Why don’t you come in here?” said Mel.

“Sounds good to me, anyway this one is less draughty.” Jules giggled.

They quickly went and got Jules bag and took it back to dump it on the bed next to Mel’s, Jules grabbed Mels’ hand and they left the dorm and made their way back down to the hall. Mel made her way back to the table with refreshed drinks in her hand and on the way was suddenly yelled at from across the room.

“MEL!!!” the voice yelled. “OH MY GOD!”

Mel turned around and saw an old school friend that she had not seen since the year after she left school when she went to her wedding.

“Oh my god! Monica!” she gaped.

Monica moved quickly across the hall and embraced Mel. Mel yelped and held her arms wide.

“Watch the drinks.” She laughed.

“Ooops!” grinned Monica and she let Mel go. “Where are you sitting?”

Mel turned around and indicated the table.

“Over there with Jules,” she replied. “Come on. Oh unless you are with someone?”

“Nope, on my lonesome.” Monica replied. “Come on.” and she bustled over towards the table.

As they approached, Jules grinned at Mel.

“I thought you had got lost.” she said and then saw Monica. “Mon?” she said quizzically.

“Allo Jules” Monica grinned.

“Oh lord, how the hell are you?” Jules said embracing their old friend.

“Fat and happy kiddo.” Monica laughed.

“Well I think that goes for all of us.” Mel replied.

“Who wants to be a size zero anyway?” Monica said. “I’m FAR happier being me.”

The women all sat down and caught up again on missing years. Monica’s husband had divorced her after 3 years stating that she had become too fat.

“Fuck him,” she said. “I was only a size 12 at that point,” she indicated her large frame. “He’d have a stroke if he saw me now.” She finished, a deep laugh leaving her.

Mel, Jules and Monica sat for some time talking about relationships and life in general, as the drinks flowed, the tone of the conversation got lower and the voices got louder. Monica’s deep resounding laugh turning heads every time she boomed across the room, her large breasts heaving and raising more than a few eyebrows. People came and went to their table, passing the time of day and polite hellos until they decided that the conversation was not for them and they moved on.

After a while someone moved in behind Monica and covered her eyes.

“Guess who…..” the broad but feminine voice said.

Monica frowned under the hands thinking furiously. Suddenly her mouth dropped open…..

“Sunny?” she asked tentatively.

The otele gelen escort cackle from the woman behind her boomed out and she took her hands away from Monica’s eyes. Monica spun around in her seat and looked up into the beaming black woman’s face. Her bright white smile lit up her face and she leaned down to give Monica a hug.

“Fucking hell! Sunny!” Monica squealed as she stood up. The two women embraced and their large frames came together with a ripple.

“Oh fuck me! Sunny…” Monica laughed holding her at arm’s length.

“Well I could, but it’s a bit public.” Sunny boomed laughing as she gathered her old friend in again. She let go of Monica and moved to one side to look at Jules and Mel.

“Hello girls,” she drawled “How the hell are we?”

“Allo Sun,” said Mel. “You told me you weren’t coming.”

“Yeah, well, woman’s prerogative,” she answered. “Anyway, I had nothing better to do.”

Mel grinned and indicated the last free seat at the table.

“Sit your arse down then.” she said.

Sunny swung her bag off her shoulder and sat down.

“So” she said with a smile, looking around the table. “Everyone staying tonight?”

Everyone around the table nodded and they discussed which rooms they were in. Mel and Jules knew they were in the same room and soon found out that Sunny and Monica, by chance were in the next room. They all grinned at each other as they continued discussions about life, health and love.

Sunny revealed that she had never got married and that she was happy as she was. With a twinkle in her eye Mel took great relish in telling the other two it was because Sunny had decided that she was happier in the company of women. Sunny stuck out her tongue and laughed.

“Nothing in the world like hearing a pussy purr,” she said. “And I do enjoy my cats.”

Mel laughed, “You haven’t got any bloody cats.”

Sunny buried her nose in her drink and winked at Mel while the other two watched.

“Do close your mouth Monica dear, you look like you’re catching flies.” Sunny said primly but instantly let herself down with a laugh.

Monica closed her mouth with a snap and just watched Sunny silently for a moment. Sunny looked at her old friend.

“Monica dearest, I have ALWAYS been a lesbian, it simply took me a while to work it out.” She said with a flourish of her glass.

Mel stood up and made her way to the bar. She had known Sunny most of her life and had enjoyed a brief affair a few years previous. She turned and watched the girls, wondering what they would say if and when they found out. As she watched she could see Monica chattering away to Sunny and Jules sitting watching. In their school days the roles would have been reversed. Jules was always the loud one, Monica was often called dormouse as she was small, quiet and often curled up in a corner somewhere.

Mel took the bottles of wine back to the table, it was quite clear that Sunny had every intention of letting her hair down and now she was encouraging Jules to do the same. Monica it appeared, needed no encouragement in that direction. She plonked the bottles on the table and sat down. Refilling her glass she turned and filled Jules’ too. The conversation continued loudly as they discussed sexuality and the things that people enjoyed. Monica revealed that she had never really enjoyed sex and was not even sure she had ever had an orgasm. Jules raised an eyebrow.

“Not even self induced?” she asked in surprise.

“No.” Monica said snappily and went bright red.

“Monica?” Said Sunny suspiciously, “Don’t tell me you don’t own any toys.”

“Toys?” Monica asked.

The three women burst into gales of laughter as Monica watched them all.

“Oh fuck off.” She said grumpily and refilled her glass again.

“Oh my lovely Monica, do hush,” Sunny said. “Come with me, I have an idea. What room are you in girls?”

“7A honey.” Said Mel smiling. She had a feeling that Monica’s predicament would not last much longer.

Sunny smiled at Mel and raised an eyebrow towards Jules. Mel answered with an almost imperceptible nod and satisfied, Sunny grabbed a wine bottle in one hand and a handful of Monica in the other. Together they floated off across the dance floor like two galleons at full sail. Jules turned to Mel.

“OK, what’s going on?” Mel was surprised to hear the slur in Jules’ voice. She smiled.

“I think that we may have two room mates when we get back upstairs and I think Monica might just find out what an orgasm is all about.” She said with a grin.

“Really?” asked Jules. “Do you think Mon will let her?”

“Oh yes,” Mel replied. “Sunny can be VERY persuasive.”

Jules looked at her friend and Mel realised just how drunk Jules was as she tried focus with a drunken one eyed squint.

“Ok you, spit it out.” Jules said. Mel laughed.

“Well I think you have worked it out for yourself honey.” Mel replied.

“You and Sunny? But when?” she asked. “Anyway, rus escort you aren’t a lesbian!” she finished quickly, falling over her words.

“No my lovely Jules but I am bisexual,” Mel laughed, “and in answer to your question, about 3 years ago.”

Jules looked her up and down. “Well fuck me, you are a dark horse.” She slurred.

“Come with me and I will show you exactly how dark a horse I am.” Mel said and held out her hand.

Jules only hesitated for a heartbeat and the two women made their way out of the hall and up towards the dormitory.

******

Sunny led Monica up the stairs and the women went and got their bags, moving them into 7A where Mel and Jules’ bags were already sitting on the beds. Sunny dropped hers on the floor and turned to Monica.

“You can say no at any point.” She said softly.

She watched Monica put her case on the floor and look up. She nodded mutely and walked towards Sunny’s outstretched hand. Sunny took her hand and pulled her towards her, taking Monica’s other hand. She looked at Monica who had her head down and was looking at the floor.

“Look at me.” She said

Monica’s head came up and Sunny looked at her.

“You can say no at any point.” She repeated again.

Monica nodded again, Sunny leaned forward and kissed Monica gently. Monica drew in a shuddering breath and responded, returning it.

Sunny cupped Monica’s face in her hands and pulled her forward. The women’s bulk posed no problems as they came together and Sunny continued to kiss Monica softly and gently taking it slowly, she didn’t want to frighten the friend she had always held dear. They stood in the middle of the room and kissed, Monica’s arms coming up slowly and wrapping around Sunny’s neck, playing with the short tight curls she found there.

Sunny’s tongue gently made its way towards Monica’s, Monica responded by moaning softly and pulling Sunny closer. The two women’s breasts came together, pushing together as they pulled each other against one other, their stomachs moving fluidly together.

Sunny pulled away and looked at Monica. Monica smiled, half shy, her cheeks reddening slightly under the black woman’s gaze. Sunny raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question and Monica nodded. Sunny’s hands moved around to Monica’s side and she gently undid the zip running down half the length of her dress. She slid the straps down Monica’s full arms and Monica took her hands out and let the straps fall.

Sunny traced her fingers across Monica’s shoulders and neck, down her décolletage to the bust line of her dress. Monica drew in a deep shuddering breath and held it in, pulling her stomach in to let her dress fall over her hips and puddle on the floor at her feet. Instinctively Monica bent and picked up the dress from the floor, stepping out of it. Her large pale pink breasts swinging pendulously, her deep pink nipples proud in their semi arousal, the wine loosening her inhibitions.

Sunny watched as Monica bent down, her eyes appraising her, her breasts round, not proud and pert but not taken by the ravages of childbirth and time. Her nipples proud but surprisingly small compared to the rest of her breast. Her eyes travelled down Monica’s body, sighing as she watched her friend move, her round stomach swinging slightly, folding and creasing as she bent down, very obviously holding it in. Sunny smiled to herself. Monica’s thighs were wide and pale like the rest of her, wide hips topped them. No angles, just pure curves from top to bottom. Monica turned back from picking up her dress and caught Sunny.

“Oh don’t,” she said with slight anguish. “I look awful.”

“Oh be quiet.” Sunny growled and walked towards her. She kissed her briefly and as she did, one hand gently cupped one of Monica’s breasts, lifting it. Her thumb brushed Monica’s nipple which made the woman sigh, as it hardened instantly.

Monica’s hands came up to Sunny’s blouse and started to unbutton it. Sunny helped by pulling the bottom of her blouse out of her skirt and unbuckling the wide belt she was wearing. With shaking hands Monica finished unbuttoning and she slid Sunny’s blouse down over her wide arms. She turned and put it on the bed next to her dress and turned back to Sunny once more, smiling nervously. For her part Sunny simply stood and watched as Monica started to unbutton the first 3 buttons running down the length of her skirt, allowing Sunny the room to get it down over her ample backside and onto the floor where she stepped out of it, bent down, swished it off the floor and threw it towards the bed.

Sunny stood proudly, her head held high, her ebony skin shining. The hot pink of her matching bra and panties in stark contrast to her skin, her large arms at her side, wrists and neck framed with silver. Her expansive breasts captured in lace, her large stomach only outdone by her backside. Large, round infinitely grabable, Monica smiled to herself as the thought crossed her mind and her eyes moved further down Sunny, over her sıhhiye escort thighs, wide and glowing like mahogany table legs, strong and majestic, clad in red lace top stockings and finished with small but high black boots.

The two stood and looked at each other, Monica now not certain what to do. She stepped forward.

At that moment the door opened and Mel and Jules walked in. Mel dragging Jules by the hand as they laughed noisily.

Sunny and Monica both turned their heads towards the door. Sunny lifted an eyebrow and Monica clasped her arms over her breasts, looking for all the world like a startled rabbit.

“OOOPS! Hello you two,” Mel said breathless from laughing. “interrupting something?”

*

Sunny looked at Mel with a wry smile and then looked at Jules who was still hand in hand with Mel, her mouth slightly open.

“Do shut your mouth Jules dear or someone is likely to kiss you.” Sunny said looking at Mel.

Mel smiled, turned to Jules and before Jules could do anything, Mel pounced and kissed her. Jules immediately responded far more than Mel could have imagined and wrapped herself around her, kissing Mel deeply.

Mel let go of Jules’ hand, which immediately joined the other around her neck whilst Mel’s hands busied themselves up and down Jules’ curves. Jules wasn’t as big as the rest of them but she still had ample curves. Mel now made the most of every single one of them, firstly pulling her into her by placing one hand on each cheek of her peach shaped backside. Jules came in closer, Mel slid her hand under Jules’ top and made her way up Jules’ smooth back. She deftly undid Jules’ bra clips and then slid her hands across her breasts taking her now loose bra with her. Her fingertips brushed Jules’ nipples which responded and stood to attention, with a soft moan from their owner. Mel broke her kiss with Jules and looked at Sunny.

“Now,” Mel said. “Are we all getting comfortable?”

Sunny laughed and reached for Monica.

“Come here silly britches.” She laughed and wrapped her arms around the pale skinned, large woman.

The contrast was startling and beautiful, a small smile graced Mel’s lips as she watched, memories of old springing into her mind, hours lost to comparing skintones, marvelling at contrasts, getting lost in the love of intertwined limbs, Mel’s almost olive skin against Sunny’s deep ebony. Now as she watched, the two beautiful women intertwined their arms, their breasts coming together, the hot pink of Sunny’s bra contrasting a third way against the pale skin of Monica and the dark ebony brown of Sunny.

Sunny pulled Monica close and kissed her. Soft, light, gentle kisses, her thicker lips making Monica whimper as her own mouth searched for her. They came together finally and Monica’s tongue immediately slid into Sunny’s mouth, searching and finding its goal as they wrapped around each other. As their kiss grew more empassioned Monica’s hands searched for the clips at Sunny’s back.

Finding them, she unclipped her bra. Emboldened by alcohol and fuelled by passion, Monica wound her fingers into Sunny’s bra straps and pulled them down her arms towards her, releasing her very large breasts whilst she continued to kiss her. Sunny arched back slightly and dropped her hands down, letting her bra drop to the floor. She moved back in and put her arms around Monica’s waist again, pulling her in towards her.

Mel turned back to Jules and looked at her smiling. Jules blushed and Mel walked behind her, reaching up to undo the ties at the neck of her top. The front of Jules top fell to her waist exposing her pert breasts, her strapless bra fell to the floor as her top fell and Mel ran one fingernail down Jules spine making her shiver. Moving in behind her, Mel placed small kisses on Jules’ shoulders and back as she undid the small buttons at the bottom of her top, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her standing in her black hip hugging trousers.

Mel moved around to the front of Jules and looked her up and down. Jules’ rose pink nipples stood to attention and Jules watched as Mel appraised her. Mel ran her fingernail down between her breasts and then bent to take one nipple between her teeth. Sucking on it gently, Jules moaned softly, her hand coming up to the back of Mel’s head, pulling her close. Her back arching, her breasts offered. Mel’s hands busied themselves undoing Jules’ trousers. Button and zip open, she slid her hands inside the waistband and down over her buttocks, surprised to find that her hands were on bare flesh. Holding one cheek in each hand she pulled her close and immersed herself in her goal.

Jules moaned as she lost herself in the sensations now coursing through her. Mel’s tongue was soft against her skin, her teeth grating against her nipple, her breath catching as Mel caught the tip and pulled on it, tugging it away from her body slightly. Mel’s fingers busied themselves over Jules’ backside, her nails scraping as she slid her hands over the buttocks, sliding her trousers down over her hips, exposing her round backside. She let Jules’ trousers fall to the floor and expose her fully naked.

Mel stood and looked at Jules smiling. Jules smiled back, a slight twinkle in her eyes. Mel looked at Sunny and licked her lips. Sunny crooked a finger at Mel.

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Hi my name is Katherine, a 39 year old housewife and mom from Florida. I’m 5’11 tall, 34b, with slender built, and dirty blonde hair. My long smooth legs are my best feature, and I enjoy showing them off to anybody who appreciates.

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It’s been ages since I last saw my father. My mother left us when I was still young, so Dad raised me and my older brother all by himself. Jeff, my brother travelled overseas most of the time with his wife and kids, and since I had my own family too, there wasn’t really anyone to look after my dad. We had no choice but to let him stay in one of those nursing homes. It was Dad’s idea anyway, so we agreed.

John, my father is 75 years old, fighting diabetes. I felt bad for not being there for him, more than I could have had. So I decided to pay him a surprise visit.

Friday morning was perfect for my schedule of visit. I had everything set at home, knowing it’s the weekend. My husband and kids would be home late anyway.

I drove 3 hours from my place to the nursing home. I wore a long white flowy sundress, that went down below my knees, with matching lacey underwear, and white high heeled sandals.

I stepped out of my car and walked towards the entrance. It was windy, so I had to hold my dress down, until I entered the lobby.

There were a few residents that wandered around the activity area, just right behind the lobby. I looked over, hoping to see my dad somewhere in the group. They were all friendly. They smiled whenever we made eye contact, but Dad wasn’t there.

So I asked the lady at the desk where to find my father. She escorted me through the hallway, until we reached Dad’s room. She left me as soon as I entered the door.

There were two beds in the room. Dad’s roomate was sleeping, while Dad had his bed inclined as he watched television. He smiled the moment he saw me.

“Daddy.” I called softly, as I walked towards him.

I sat on his bed, then gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“Kathy my lovely daughter.” He replied in a very weak voice.

“Surprised to see me Daddy?”

“I am very surprised. It’s been a while since any of you visited.”

His eyes became watery as I held his hand.

“I missed you so much Dad. I’m sorry, I wasn’t able to come any sooner. The kids miss you aswell.”

“Well don’t forget to send my grandchildren kisses from me then.”

“I won’t Dad. They’ll be happy to finally hear from you again. I promise to bring the kids with me next time to visit you.”

“That better be soon Kathy. I might not be around any longer.”

“Oh Daddy. Don’t talk like that.”

He had a tear that ran down his face, as he pulled me closer to him.

“I’m dying, but don’t worry. It’s no big deal Kathy.” He whispered.

“What? Oh don’t be silly Dad. You’re still young and strong.” I whispered back.

“Yes Kathy, but my diabetes… Doctors said I only have a couple of weeks to live, or maybe a month if I’m lucky.”

I was totally shocked to hear the news. Dad otele gelen escort never joked about things like that. I knew he was serious. My body was trembling. I cried as I stared into his eyes. I was speechless.

I noticed the hem of my dress had ridden up above my knees, as I sat on the side of Dad’s bed. It didn’t really show much, but I pulled it back down my knees anyway, while tears kept falling from my eyes.

“No Kathy. There’s no need to straighten down your dress. It’s just me here anyway, your father.” He said softly.

“What do you mean Dad? I’m confused.” I asked, as I wiped some of the tears off my face using the back of my hand.

“Since my time will be coming soon, I might as well tell you now. When I look at you, I see your mother. Your pretty face, slender body, and those… those… those… long legs, all remind me of how beautiful she was, just like you Kathy. A big part of me died already, after she left us. As you know, I never married again. Instead, I just took care of you and your brother. I am a legman. I went crazy for your mother’s sexy long legs, every single day. Then after she left us, I noticed your legs as you grew. I begun to go crazy over them too. You had very sexy legs since you were a teen, then right now your legs are just… to die for.”

I wasn’t sure if I heard that correctly. I got up from the bed, then sat on the couch next to it. I crossed my legs, but I made sure that the hem of my dress stayed down my knees.

“I don’t understad Dad.” I said.

“I love you Kathy, and I also love your sexy long legs, same way like your mother’s, or even more, because I seen yours as you grew. I fantasized about them since you were a teen in your tiny shorts. All I can ever do was look and drool. I am dying soon Kathy. Do your old man a favor. Make me happy with your sexy legs before I die. Make my fantasy come true.”

I was touched from what he said. Now I know why my father never remarried. But I couldn’t believe his last wish before he dies is about my long legs.

I was quiet for a minute thinking, while I took deep breaths.

“Dad, I love you so much. I don’t want to think of you dying. Sometimes doctors are wrong. Please stay strong. I’ll do anything for you Daddy.” I said.

“Nobody really knows what’s going to happen. All we have for now is the word of the doctor, which is not good at all. That’s why I’m begging you, my dear daughter. Please make your father happy with your sexy legs, in case the worst really happens.”

“No need to beg Daddy. I owe you more than what you’re asking for. Like I said, I’ll do anything for you Dad.”

While I was sitting on the couch with my legs crossed, I slowly pulled the hem of my dress. I looked at Dad to make sure I was doing what he wanted. I continued pulling my skirt up very slowly using the tip of my finger, over my knees, moving inch by inch higher up my thighs. I stopped when the hem was at about mid thigh.

“Is this what you want Daddy?” I asked.

“Yes my daughter. That’s it. Yes, please continue!” He said, with complete excitement.

His jaw dropped and his eyes widened, as he watched his daughter pull her dress up even higher for him.

“Higher! rus escort Higher! Please don’t stop Kathy. Your long legs are very very sexy.”

My thighs were almost fully exposed. I stopped as soon as my ass cheek was visible from under my crossed leg. Then I started to move them. Uncrossed and crossed my legs again, rubbed them against each other, until my dress hiked up very high by itself.

As soon as the full length of my long legs were exposed to my Dad, I noticed his hand was moving under his sheets. It’s obvious he’s turned on looking at her daughter’s bare sexy long legs. I’m sure he was playing with his hard on in there.

“So what do you think Dad? Do you like what you see? Do you think my legs are really that sexy Dad?” I asked.

I started to rub my outer thigh facing him, gently with my hand. The side of my dress still went higher exposing my ass cheek from the side of my crossed leg.

I saw the reaction on his face. Dad liked me doing that, so I kept rubbing the side of my thigh, from my knee all the way to my ass, over and over.

“Oh God Kathy. You have no idea how excited you’re making me right now. You have very sexy legs. Watching you rub your thigh like that turns me on. I always fantasized of feeling them myself whenever I see you in your short skirts or dresses around the house. I can just wish.”

I stood up in my high heels and let my dress drop down to its place, then walked towards Dad’s bed. As I got closer, reality suddenly came back to me. My father is dying. My eyes started to become teary again. I stared at him and felt sad, that I was going to lose him in a couple of weeks.

“My lovely daughter Kathy. Look what you have done by just exposing your sexy long legs to me.” He said.

He pulled the blanket away from him. Dad was rubbing his big hard cock. It was veiny but fully errect.

“Aww Daddy. I believe you now and how much you love my sexy long legs.” I replied.

My mind was set to make my father happy. It was the least I can do for him before he passes away. I still hope not of course.

I smiled at him with my teary eyes. My hand moved to his hard veiny cock and started to rub it. He let go of his hand so I can stroke it for him, which I willingly did, very gently with my soft hand.

“Ohh. Oohh God. Kathy your hand feels good darling. Ohhh. Oohh.” He moaned.

“Daddy I thought you wanted to feel something else too?” I asked softly.

I lifted one of my legs up the side of the bed, and rested my heel on the railing. My leg was up really high as I pulled the hem of my dress all the way to my hip. Even my white lace panties were definitly on display for him.

I had my leg lifted up, fully exposed for my dad to enjoy up close, while I continued to gently stroke his cock. I teased the top of my thigh using the tip of my fingers, to give him encouragement.

“What are you waiting for Daddy? Did you say you wished for this?” I said, as I continued teasing my naked thigh, while I stroked his veiny cock harder and faster.

It didn’t take long, both his hands were all over my thighs. His hands were roaming all over the top, the back, the side, and my inner thigh. I saw from his face sıhhiye escort that he felt like heaven. He was literally caressing my leg and thigh like crazy, but with soft gentle hands.

“Ohh God! Mmmm. Your skin feels really soft just like how I imagined it! Mmmmmm. Wow Kathy your silky smooth thigh! Mmm. I can’t keep my hands off them! Mmm. Oh my God Kathy! My sexy daughter! Ohhh! I been dreaming of this since you were a teen! Mmmm. They feel so silky, so very soft and smooth! Oohhh! I’m gonna cum for your sexy long legs Kathy! Oooooohhh!” He wildly moaned while he started cumming.

He shot his cum straight up in the air, with his cock still in my hand. His cum landed everywhere. It looked like Dad really enjoyed that. He leaned over to give my thigh a kiss before he finally let go. I smiled at him, covered his shrunk cock with the blanket, as I straightened my dress down.

I just realized how much Dad really loved my sexy long legs. He kept mentioning how sexy my legs were, how good it felt touching them, and how smooth my thighs were.

“Oh Daddy. Now you have to promise me to stay strong. Don’t give up. We will pray for your recovery. I don’t want to lose you dad.” I said in a sad voice.

“My my my my sexy leggy daughter Kathy. You just made my dream come true Darling. Thank you Sweetheart.” He proudly replied.

I was just about to have a seat. I noticed the roomate laying in bed staring at me. He smiled when we made eye contact. His hand moved under the sheets too. I suddenly felt embarassed, knowing he might have watched everything I did for my father.

Dad noticed him fully awake and obviously playing with himself too. He looked creepy.

“Don’t worry about him Sweetheart. That’s Roger, my roomate. He doesn’t talk much anyway, but he’s seen you in some of the photos I keep here with me.” Dad said.

“Hi Roger.” I politely greeted.

Roger didn’t say anything back, but he smiled to acknowledge me, and he intentionally removed the covers that exposed his hand stroking his cock. Dad saw that, but he signaled me to just ignore him.

I tried to ignore Roger and started a conversation with Dad. I couldn’t help but notice that his cock was too soft, and yet he stroked it continuously while staring at me.

“Dad what is he doing? He’s not even hard and yet he keeps stroking himself.” I asked.

“Well Kathy dear. What do you expect in a place like this? This is how we live our pathetic lives everyday. Roger doesn’t get hard much, but he cums often by looking at your photos, the ones in your short skirts. In short, he’s just another fan of my daughter’s sexy long legs.”

“That’s just so sad Daddy.”

I walked over to Roger’s bed like a model, as if I was on a catwalk. I approached his bed slowly lifting my dress up, showing my bare smooth thighs to him, and even my white lace panties.

He must have loved seeing my legs on the flesh, rather than from the photos. It didn’t take long, his cum dripped down his hand from his soft cock, right even before I was going to give him a handjob. Well, at least I made another old man happy, in just a very short period of time.

I felt sorry for them. It was like prison of old people in some way.

Me and Dad chatted for a while, until I had to leave and drive back home. We hugged so tight as we kissed goodbye. I even kissed Roger on the cheek on my way out.

“I promise to be back some time this week to visit again.” I said.

Daddy looked excited after he heard me say that.

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