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Luke had just turned 19 and had only had one hand job and one blowjob experience. He had been communicating with a guy from an app for about six weeks. They finally agreed to meet and Leo drive to his city for an overnight stay. He arrived at the Motel 6 and went to room 325. Randy opened the door. He was just like his profile 42, 5’9 230 lbs. bald head and a ginger beard and mustache. Luke shook his hand and entered the room. Randy was wearing a tank top which showed his hairy chest and pits, gym shorts and ankle socks. Luke asked if he could take a quick shower. After showering he exited the bathroom wearing gym shorts, a t-shirt, boxer-briefs, and ankle socks.

Randy was stretched out on the bed and invited Luke over to lay down. The room was dark with only the bathroom light on. Just as Luke laid down, there was a knock at the door. Randy said a friend had called and wanted to stop by for a bit. He told Luke that Bill was only into sucking cock. Luke was somewhat dikmen escort bayan nervous but said ok. Randy opened the door and his friend entered. Randy introduced the two as they shook hands. Bill was 6’4 about 47 or 48, 250 lbs with a shaved head and a black beard and mustache. He was wearing a button up long sleeve work shirt, jeans and boots.

Luke was laying on the bed, Randy stripped down to his whitey tightey underwear. Bill took off his boots, unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, removed his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. Randy straddled Luke and pulled off his shirt. Luke was smooth with no treasure trail or hair on his chest or stomach. Randy propped up a few pillows behind Luke’s head. He got on his knees and began to rub his hard cock inside his underwear on Luke’s lips and face. This completely blocked Luke’s view of Bill as he walked around to the side of the bed slid a finger in each side of Luke’s shorts and emek escort bayan underwear and pulled them completely off. Now Luke was lying completely naked with Randy in his underwear hovering over his face and Bill in jeans unbuttoned and unzipped and white tube socks.

Bill walked to the end of the bed and pushed Luke’s legs in a spread-eagle position. Randy slipped his underwear off and began to rub his hard beer can thick cock over Luke’s lips and his ginger haired nut sack over his mouth. Bill had laid down on the bed between Luke’s legs and started running his tongue up his inner thigh. Luke’s 6.5 inch cock was at attention. Luke had no ball hair and shaved pubes.

Randy instructed Luke to open his mouth and began to slide his head inside. Bill grabbed Luke’s cock with his left hand and began to stroke it as he sucked on his balls. He slid his hand down in his own pants to stroke his uncut cock that was swollen. Randy soon started eryaman escort bayan to fuck Luke’s mouth gagging him at times. Bill engulfed Luke’s cock to the base in one suck. Luke tried to let out a moan as he choked on Randy’s cock. Randy then spun around and put his hole over Luke’s face and told him to lick his hole. He was now in position to watch Bills sucking work but still blocked Luke’s view. Randy became like a cheerleader for Bill telling him how to suck and what to do while literally sitting on Luke’s face. Bill meantime used his index finger and thumb to form a tight circle around Luke’s smooth balls and pulled on them while teasing his cock head with his tongue. Luke began to moan and announced he was about to cum. Bill deep-throated his cock and tugged on his nuts as he exploded in his mouth. Randy sat up straight on Luke’s face and began to stroke his own cock. Bill got on his knees and slid his jeans and whitey tighteys down and began to stroke his 8 inch thick uncut cock nestled in a thick salt and pepper bush with egg size balls covered in gray hair. Almost at the same time, Bill and Randy shot their loads all over Luke’s cock and balls.

Luke went to the shower while Bill dressed and left. Randy slipped on his shorts and crawled in bed to sleep.

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There are those people who are lucky at cards. Some are lucky in business. Many people are lucky in the game of love. Christopher John Tyler was not one of those people. Love had eluded him and when he did think that he’d found it, he got slapped in the fact — twice.

He had a good job from the time he was 15 and worked as many shifts after school as he could. He made sure to maintain his grades so he wouldn’t have issues with his parents. By the time he was 17, he owned his own car when many of his friends were still riding the bus. Despite all of this, the girls still didn’t flock to him. He got some dates, but many of those girls just wanted to go somewhere and do something, and he had a car. After a while, he got sick of being used for a ride and a free meal.

Chris finally thought he got lucky in his early 20’s. A mutual friend introduced him to Lisa Lynn. For Chris, it was love at first sight, and why not? She was everything that Chris liked — tall, blonde and a bit quirky. He never could understand why, but quirky had always appealed to him. He also liked her crooked smile and great legs. She wasn’t afraid to show off her body and with a job in fashion, she dressed well. It did Chris’ ego a lot of good to be seen with her. The book store he had opened was making a lot of money, so he now had it to spend. As far as Chris knew, he had found the one.

Only he hadn’t and when reality came around, it was going to hit him like a concrete pylon.

About a year into their relationship, it finally happened. He had never pushed Lisa into having a sexual encounter because it wasn’t the crux of their relationship to him. He loved her companion and, as far as Chris was concerned, the fact that they loved each other was at the very heart of things. He had bounced the idea of marriage off of her and she had parried some of his thrusts. She told him she would have to think about it and assured him that they wanted the same things. Being in his 20’s, Chris didn’t push. He knew that they had time. His bookstore was one of the best in town and he was getting a sterling reputation for quality merchandise and fair business practices. Business was up by 25%, so he thought about buying her an engagement ring. Then, Chris made his first big mistake. He mentioned it to the friend who had introduced him to Lisa. The well-intentioned friend, knowing Lisa did not want to get married yet, intervened. At first, it seemed like the intervention went in Chris’ favor.

Lisa seduced him one night while they were at his apartment. As far as he knew, her sexual history was little or none. His own was none, although he knew more than most men from all the reading he did. His girlfriend came over for dinner and stayed for breakfast.

Poor, hapless, naïve Chris truly had no idea how devious his girlfriend was. He knew from the minute she walked out of his bedroom in a black negligee and black heels that he was being seduced. He didn’t mind, he wasn’t opposed at all to their relationship becoming sexual. She was quite — enthusiastic — in bed and she gave amazing head, or at least, Chris thought she did. He had no basis for comparison. All he could say by the time it was over was he could have let her do that for hours and been a very, very happy young man. She was even naughty enough to swallow, which fascinated the soon-to-be ex virgin.

Chris was not a perfect physical specimen, but Lisa made it clear to him that besides his being a nice guy, he had a pretty nice cock. She splayed out on his bed like Aphrodite or Venus and demanded her just rewards. Chris had read enough books and seen enough porn to know what to do. He thought he knew where to kiss, what to touch and where to lick. If not, Lisa was a smart young woman, she would tell him.

He had never noticed until he slowly undressed her black lingerie-clad body, but his girlfriend must have worn very little when she tanned. The tufts of fur above her pussy confirmed his theory that Lisa was not as blonde as she would have had him believe, but he didn’t care. He loved the woman, not the hair. Chris made love to her slowly and with precision and he was sure she liked what he was doing with his mouth. Her fingers were dug deep into his scalp, so he sure hoped so.

“Make love to me,” Lisa was panting. “I need it so, make love to me for as long as you can stand it,” she told him.

“You know, you can talk dirty if you want,” Chris told her. “I don’t mind if you want to let loose a little.”

“I’m not like that,” Lisa groaned. “Come on Chris, put yourself inside of me. I’ll wrap my legs around your back so that you can really go in deep.”

It was at that moment that Chris told himself that his girlfriend must have had more sexual experience than he had. Okay, he was a modern-thinking, liberal guy. If she’d had sex a few times before they hooked, that was perfectly fine. She was committed to him, he was sure of that. His suspicions were confirmed when he entered her pussy and found no impediments. For someone who didn’t like to talk dirty in bed, she sure could move. Boy, could she move!

Chris didn’t get dikmen escort out of bed much for that day. When Lisa finally did go home, he finally understood the term “fucked out”. Lisa had quite literally worn him to a frazzle. It took him a while to realize that they hadn’t had much conversation that night. Most of it had been spent fucking like rabbits.

It took him a number of months filled with great sex (he didn’t mind the great sex) to realize that Lisa was doing this on purpose. She was distracting him from his goal of asking about their future. A future that he discovered would not be including him. Lisa wasn’t brave enough to tell him — a few of their mutual friends showed where their loyalty was.

Lisa was cheating on him. She had been for some time. One of their mutual “friends” was a little more “friendly” than he appeared to be. It would take some years, but Chris would eventually forgive the friend. He knew better than most how manipulative Lisa could be. He wouldn’t be so generous in regards to Lisa. In fact, Lisa was lucky that her now-former boyfriend didn’t leave a boot print on her ass when he kicked her to the curb. Had she said early on that she didn’t want a committed relationship and that she wanted to see others, he might have been fine with it. She hadn’t. She had led him down the garden path and made him believe he was the only man in her life when that simply wasn’t true. Over time, he learned it was as far from the truth as possible. Lisa had cheated on every boyfriend she’d ever had.

The disheartened young man drew himself into his book store and the company of friends. Never a great success with the ladies, for Chris, that didn’t change. He was too insular and only gregarious with people he trusted or in the comfort nook of his store. He had dates here and there, but no one serious. That went on for over a decade. He was in his late 30’s when he met Darla. She was 21 and nice, with a bit of spunk and somewhat quirky. She was a frequent customer at his book store and eventually, they started going out for coffee. The young university student seemed to have a very sharp mind and was witty. He knew the relationship was a friendship because she made sure he knew it. During the span of 2 ½ years, Darla had two fiancés. She liked men and men liked her right back. She was also very committed to the idea of marriage, which Chris thought was charming. He found himself very drawn to the sometimes-funky Darla and looked forward to their “dates” which had now become the occasional lunch and dinner.

Her graduation from university, although expected, took Chris a bit by surprise. She assured him that she cherished their friendship and that nothing would change. He found that hard to believe. He expected it would end, as she lived a 90 minute drive from him. However, Darla proved to be as good as her word. She visited him at least once a week. She was finding her old home boring, she missed her friends and, she kept telling Chris, she missed him most of all. What Chris realized after a number of her visits was how much he was missing her. The funky little country mouse had turned into a sexy, cuddly, curvy sophisticated young city woman who dressed well and made his heart pound. Without his even knowing it, Chris had fallen in love again. He sighed as he talked it over with some trusted friends. All but one assured him that his future with Darla was non-existent and doomed to failure.

“She loves you, you just aren’t aware of it,” Monica told her friend over Yahoo Messenger. “She drives 90 minutes both ways at least once a week to see you. Why not try this ploy? The next time she drives to visit, offer to let her crash at your place. Tell her she can use the bed and you’ll take the couch. I bet you will find she offers to share the bed with you and I bet she will make her move then.”

Chris scoffed at Monica’s suggestion, but she almost bullied him until he agreed that he would try it. There was simply no way his intense feelings for the young Darla would be returned. He knew that if he offered her the bed, she’d take the couch and it would end there.

Poor Chris, he should have known better than to argue with Monica. She was right, she was always right. It was almost as if she was psychic. Everything happened exactly as she had predicted it would, almost line for line.

“Haven’t you noticed I’ve been wearing sexier outfits when I come to visit?” Darla said as she actually sat on his lap and kissed him. Her fingers ran through his head and at the graying temples at his side. “I was beginning to think I’d have to actually jump you.”

“That would have worked,” he chuckled as she nuzzled his neck. “Seriously, I just thought that you were wearing nicer clothes because you could afford them now.”

“Yes, that was a part of it,” the now-successful commodities broker grinned. He touched her cheek and looked into her dark brown eyes. “But I wanted you to notice the sexy young woman. I always wear heels now because I know you like them. You should see what’s under all these sexy clothes.”

“Is that an emek escort offer?” Chris teased.

“With a money-back guarantee,” Darla smiled and led him into his own bedroom. She began to undress and the man who loved her began to realize just how smitten with her he had been. Tiny and petite, Darla’s auburn-haired beauty knocked him off his feet. She hadn’t been kidding, the La Pearla lingerie she had worn was designed to titillate. As they indulged themselves with romantic foreplay, he was in no rush to remove it from her. She looked fantastic and if her past visits had set his heart to thumping, this one felt as if it might give him a coronary. No matter — loving Darla was worth risking the medical condition.

He knew much more about Darla’s past than he had about Lisa’s. She was very open about her sexuality. For instance, he knew that she liked girls a great deal and had been with several. She quite happily embraced her bi-sexuality. He also knew that Darla had lost her virginity at a young age and considered herself a bit of a “slut”. It wasn’t something she was embarrassed about because sex was part of the way she motivated herself. She loved being a sexual person and anything that enhanced her enjoyment of sex was welcome in her life.

“You know that I’m here to blow your mind, right?” Darla said as she aggressively shoved Chris back on to his own bed. “Amongst other things.”

“Other things?”

“Your hard cock, for example,” Darla said, impatiently tugging his pants down to his ankles. She later told him that she had been waiting for almost a year to fuck him. To this day, Chris had no idea if he had proved to be worth the wait for her. For someone who was so open about herself, Darla could be uncommunicative in other ways.

Her beautiful face was beaming that night as she sucked cock. Chris was smart enough to let her take full control. His sexual experiences had grown since he had been with Lisa, although not by leaps and bounds. Still, he had mastered enough skills so that he didn’t need to rush or worry about cumming too soon. He could let Darla have her fun, which she certainly seemed to be doing. She was fairly noisy as she sucked on him and he found those sounds arousing.

Chris knew that Darla wasn’t perfect and sometimes, she would talk about her own faults. That bothered him at those times, because he did see her as perfect. It was her little flaws that were endearing, both physically and mentally. As she got on top of him and prepared to make love, Chris ignored all her tiny imperfections and focused on the many perfections. Her body was petite and delectable and she began to move. No matter what was wrong with her, she sure could fuck. She was wild in bed and he was about to find out just how wild she could get.

Darla had always insisted that she liked sex, but here was living, breathing, fucking him senseless evidence of that fact. Her body was slamming against him so hard that Chris almost wondered if she was going to leave bruises. Harder and harder the young beauty fucked him and she also bit and scratched and used foul language. He liked the fact that she had acquiesced to one of his little fantasies and kept her stockings and heels on in bed. The new shoes were really sexy and he was sure that she had purchased them just for him. Darla knew about all of his turn-ons; he had almost given her a road map to seduction during their relationship. For instance, she had let her fingernails grow out and was raking his back and shoulder blades with them. It was one of his favorite things to have a woman do; he had always gotten the chills when someone did that.

Darla took complete control as she fucked him and before he could cum, she stopped. She was wearing a smile and a glassy-eyed expression as she stroked his still-hard cock. “We were both about to come and I want that to happen a whole lot later,” she explained. “I’ve been practicing Tantric Sex and I’m learning that an orgasm is a whole lot better if you stretch it out.”

With the way she had poor Chris dazzled, he would have danced the Watusi right there and then if she had asked him to. He nodded and let her explain her theory. All he knew is that he wanted to keep on having sex and he wanted to have it now.

Sensibly, his new playmate didn’t keep him on the hook for too long. Darla got on all fours and told him he could be a bit rough if he liked, that would turn her on. So he slapped her ass, pumped her hard, squeezed her tits and pulled her longer hair. All of it seemed to spur her on, so he just kept on doing it. Again, the moment he was on the precipice of orgasm, Darla pulled away from him and gave them both another time out.

If he had been with any other woman, Chris likely would have been hopping mad. At the very least, he would have said something. Darla had powers that she could exert over him and he was pretty sure that she knew that. He just took a deep breath, relaxed and tried not to think of the appendage between his legs that felt as if it was on fire. After five or so minutes, Darla got on her back. “Fuck me, make me eryaman escort cum,” she begged him. “I’m sure I’ll go through the roof this time, fuck me and don’t hold back anything!”

Chris didn’t intend to hold back, aside from fucking her for a few solid minutes. Her legs wrapped around him and dug into his back. He plunged into her body and fucked her savagely. This time, he held back a bit because if he had not, he would likely have cum on the spot. If indeed Darla was aiming for some metaphysical goal, he would try and help her achieve it. He was curious to see if it worked for him as well.

The sex between the two lovers was indeed wonderful, yet had he to testify under oath; Chris really couldn’t have said it was noticeably better. If it made her happy, he was willing to go along with her whims for now. She wouldn’t always be the controlling partner and there would be opportunities for him to enjoy things in his own way.

Except that, there weren’t. Darla remained adamant that much of their sex life, now begun, stay under her auspices. It created a rift between them, one of several over time. He didn’t like the way that she acted at times and she had annoying habits that were growing worse over time. His lady love acted like an idiot when she went out with her other friends, she would drink a bit too much and had started to smoke cigarettes. She had the annoying habit of leaving phone calls and messages unreturned until it suited her.

Things between the two of them no longer suited Chris, not by a long shot. If their relationship had a hope in hell of surviving, he knew he would have to deal with it. He couldn’t argue with her over the phone and face time was difficult when the other face wasn’t around often enough. He poured his heart out in a long letter and hoped she would read it and accept his hope of reconciling their differences.

Instead, the woman he thought was the other half of his soul rendered him speechless with a letter so full of anger and bile he would not have thought it capable of her. He nearly shriveled under all the vitriol and knew they would never see each other again. He was thrilled that they had never married nor had children, for the loss of this woman very nearly broke him. He retreated into the confines of his store and his work shored him up. As far as Chris was concerned, dating was something he no longer wished to do. It was for younger men and men who were willing to lose. He was not such a man.

There were some temptations set in his path, yet he resisted them. Chris knew they would all end in disaster. The final temptation was entirely one of his own making.

He frequented a lovely little restaurant with a few charming staff members and became friendly with a server named Alex. Alex was a petite, vivacious brunette who always managed to get a smile out of him, even in his dourest moods. After a time, he learned a great deal about her and what he knew, he liked. He wanted to know more and decided one date for coffee would be okay. It was more than okay; it was a wonderful 3 hours of conversation. Chris wondered how someone not half his age could fascinate him so much. She wasn’t even 25 and yet, she had him spellbound. He found himself asking her out on a date, a real date, to a nice restaurant with table service, linen tablecloths and a wine list. The words left his mouth before he could stop them. Chris knew it was okay, because she would say no.

Only, she didn’t. She said yes and she seemed to be thrilled to say so. She said yes a couple of times and told him she had a few outfits she was dying to wear and that she would pick something to “knock his socks off”. He wondered just what the hell he had gotten himself into. What the hell was a man his age doing going out with someone so young?

He went through the next several days in a virtual fog, lost in the thought of this lovely young woman. He would see her at work and she would smile at him and he found himself thinking of their date. He had to take her somewhere nice and he had such a place, a French restaurant with outrageous prices, spectacular food and superb service.

None of that mattered when she showed up for their date. She wore the dress, sexy and black, with heels that matched. The petite, elfin little beauty had somehow transformed into a miniature seductress. Chris was sure that he was speaking, although what words he used he could not readily have told anyone sometime after. At the end of the evening, she hugged him and he could smell the subtle wisp of her perfume. Hours later, he could still feel Alex’s soft arms around his neck. He almost floated through the next day.

A few days later, he was back at her work. He got a few disapproving scowls from Alex’s boss, as she was quite openly flirtatious. Before he could stop himself, Chris asked her out again. She readily accepted and they had another fabulous date. She wore a dress that was red and looked amazing against her skin and with her jet-black hair. There was nothing to be done about it. By the end of their date, Chris was smitten. He felt like the biggest idiot in the world. How had he let this happen? How had he managed to let himself fall in love with someone young enough to be his daughter? He knew the answer, of course. Whenever Alex looked at him with her beautiful, dark eyes, common sense went flying straight out the window.

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There comes a point in every parent’s life when their precious little angel finally becomes an adult. When your handsome son or beautiful daughter celebrates their 18th birthday, you as their guardian are filled with so much love and happiness, hugging and kissing your pride and joy who has just breeched adulthood.

And that’s happening to me—today! I have been so super excited for my 18th birthday ever since school started this year! Most of my classmates have already turned 18…some are approaching 19… but I’m still the youngest of all my friends. And the smallest. And the cutest. And the smartest. And the bounciest too!

And it’s all thanks to my amazing Daddy! Tehehee!

You see, my Daddy LOVES me. Like, so much! It’s been just me and my Daddy ever since my Mommy left us when I was just a baby. I don’t even know what happened to her or remember what she looked like…Daddy never shows me any pictures of her, but says that if I just take a look in the mirror, that I would see half of Mommy within me.

The other half, of course, coming from my Daddy!

Daddy is a very handsome man. But he’s a very lonely man, too. Heartbroken from his soul mate leaving him and being thrown into the responsibilities of solely tending to his Baby Girl, Daddy never started dating anyone else. Oh, I wish he did, though. I want someone to love him as much as I love him!

Secretly… I kinda feel like Daddy doesn’t want to date anyone else because of me…

Oh no Sillygoose—not like THAT! Daddy loves me, of course, but, tehehhee, he doesn’t actually wanna “do-it” with his daughter! Oh gosh, that would be so naughty! I can’t believe YOU would even THINK that!

What I meant to say was that Daddy doesn’t date anyone else because he doesn’t want me to be hurt by another woman. Daddy couldn’t bear to see his Baby Girl start to have nice feelings towards a lady he decided to date, and did not want me to suffer the heartbreak of loosing another motherly figure in my life should things not work out between themselves.

I applaud Daddy’s bravery though. He is such a strong and powerful man, and I know he only wants the very best for his little girl. And believe you me—Daddy has made sure to make me the very best girl in the whole wide world!

You see, Daddy always has my best interest in mind. He’s made me do cheerleading from an early age so I could develop my toned figure and agile finesse. Daddy would always buy me pretty dresses and lacy bras, “for proper support” he says. He even makes me watch YouTube tutorials on Hair and Makeup so I can look my very best—but only for Daddy! Daddy never lets me dress up outside of the house, and would never ever allow me to date, and it’s because I promised him when I was just a little girl that I would never, ever leave his side; I would be his perfect little princess forever and ever!

Daddy is the King and I am his obedient little princess. I will kiss Daddy’s ring on his finger, fetch his slippers for him, and massage his feet anytime he asks. I also sit on Daddy’s lap whenever he requests, and then I read stories to him! Daddy says he really likes it when I read to him; in fact, he usually leaves early and goes to his bedroom, “to go to sleep” he says.

Wow, I must be really good at reading bedtime stories!

When I look in the mirror, I do see half of Daddy within me. I am pretty short—that’s from my Mommy’s side—so I have to hop up on the bathroom vanity countertop to check out my reflection in the mirror. The first thing I see are my eyes—two sparkling gems the color of sapphires with long eyelashes surrounding and protecting them. My blonde eyebrows are manicured and my ivory face is speckled with cinnamon freckles. I have the cutest little nose that comes up to a little point on the tip, and I have these plump pink lips and two adorable dimples, making me look like a little fairy princess!

And what princess is complete without her beautiful crown atop her head? My hair is long and blonde and cascaded from my head in curly swirly ringlets. They bounced and they bobbed like the hair on a porcelain doll, sort of reminding me of Shirley Temple from my Daddy’s antique collection.

I know my Daddy is super handsome, but I am sooooo glad I do not look all big and strong and hairy like him! Hehee!

Looking past my face I notice my breasts, escort dikmen small yet perky with two pink jellybean nipples hardening in the cool air conditioning. I giggle as I admire my tight young body, soft silky skin, protruding hip bones, and pierced belly button—a present from Daddy on my 16th birthday! Oh, he’s such a cool Dad!

Averting my eyes downwards, I stopped a moment to appreciate the way my panty-parts looked. I have a longer labia than most I’ve seen, showcasing my clit and my lips on the front of my mound. Freshly shaven and as cute as can be, it was the same pink color as my nipples and my lips. Oh, I just love how color coordinated I am!

“Well,” I told myself, staring at my reflection up and down in mid-morning light, “today’s the day I finally become an adult. So I’m going to look and act like an adult, too.”

Daddy taught me well.

I start applying makeup like the models on YouTube. Pitch-black mascara accentuates my sapphires while I line my eyes in ebony eyeliner. My recently waxed eyebrows are filled with color while I dust mineral powder across my face, flawlessly covering any teenage imperfection. My lips soak in the color of crimson while cheekbones are contoured with a light brown bronzer. I look back and gasp at my reflection of perfection, revealing a remarkable resemblance to that of an 18-year-old Drew Barrymore.

I tousle my hair and let it bounce into place. Blond ringlets tickle my nape and send shivers down my spine, making my nipples harden even more. I lightly unleash hairspray in my hair, whirling around in a circle to capture every airborne particle. I run my fingers throughout my scalp, bunching hair up in place, adding more volume. And with one final hair toss, completion is reached.

It’s nearly 8am—and it is my responsibility to wake up Daddy. And yes, even though it’s my birthday, today is no exception. I must greet him by the foot of his bed, ready his slippers, and kiss his cheek good morning. Everyday. No exceptions. This is how all Kings should be treated!

…and this is why I’m late to school everyday! Tehehe!

So just before 8am chimed, I snuck into Daddy’s room, fully adorned and yet completely naked—this would be my birthday present to Daddy! I sure hope he likes seeing his little girl all grown up from head to toe!

I started massaging Daddy’s feet as his iPhone alarm went off. Daddy, facedown in his pillow, reached over to his nightstand, silenced the ringer, and let out a manly groan as my little hands wrapped around his feet.

“Good morning, Daddy.”

“Mmmmm morning, birthday girl,” he muffled in his pillow as he relished in the delights of having his feet rubbed upon waking up.

Slowly, Daddy started to rise and pushed himself up, swinging both legs off his bed while I kneeled down on the floorboards to present his slippers. Carefully, methodically, I slid the plush slipper around Daddy’s perfect foot, and then did the same for the other. Daddy’s toes wiggled with apparent approval.

I stood up and bent over to give Daddy a kiss on the cheek, whispering “I love you” across his stubbly face. Daddy yawned and his eyes started to flutter. I backed off just a bit, making sure that I was fully visible once Daddy rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

His eyes opened all the way. A gasp escaped his lips. He sat up straight. He again rubbed his eyes. His hands then gripped the flesh of his thighs and sunk in deep as he bellowed:

“Baby Girl!”

“Tehehe!” I giggled as I wiggled around in the faint morning light, my little naked body looking like a real-life Barbie. “Do you like my birthday present to you?”

“I…I…” Daddy gasped as something started to grow beneath his boxers. I noticed it too, my eyes peering hard as Daddy’s manhood started to grow and grow.

Daddy thrust both hands down to cover himself up. Again I giggled and took a step closer.

“It’s okay, Daddy,” I cooed, kneeling down again while looking up into his eyes. He coughed and pushed his hands lower. So I leaned in closer. I was fixated on that big gold ring on Daddy’s finger. I closed my eyes and puckered my pout and wrapped my lips around the golden nugget, leaving a lipstick ring atop his fingers. Daddy growled in his throat as I felt his groin give off heat.

“Is something wrong, Daddy?” escort elvankent I piqued, opening my eyes and inhaling Daddy’s scent through clenched hands and cloth boxers.

“Not at all, Baby Girl,” Daddy exhaled, relaxing a little. “I just…I just thought this was a dream…”

“Aww Daddy!” I cheered, bouncing up and embracing him in a hug. “You have dreams about me?”

“All the time,” Daddy instantly confessed, his face pressed against my chest. “All the fucking time, Baby Girl.”

He lifted his hands and wrapped both arms around my tiny torso. He pulled me closer as he rubbed his face side to side against my chest, tickling my tits with his unshaven face. I giggled and wiggled and freed myself from his grasp, nearly toppling backwards when I saw how much more Daddy had grown down-there!

Oh dear! A tingle began to brew in my bald panty parts! The more I looked at Daddy’s dick, the more warm and tingly I felt… surely this cannot be right… I’ve never felt like this before… but whatever this feeling was… I surely liked it!

Daddy patted the bedspread next to him. I obeyed like a little puppy and hopped onto his king-sized bed, snuggling up close to him as he wrapped one arm around my shoulders. I nestled my head in the crevice of his armpit and stared up at him while he breathed down on me.

“You know Daddy loves you, right?”

“Mmm-hmmm!”

“You are the most precious thing in the whole wide world.”

“Aww Daddy!” I cooed, nuzzling my face against his tight chest. He started petting my hair lightly and started breathing heavily. I could feel his heartbeat thump against my cheek, and I smiled widely in our warm family embrace. “You mean the world to me, too!”

“I…I do?”

“Yes silly!” I giggled, sitting up a bit to rub Daddy’s face with both my hands. “You’re the only man for me!”

“I…I am?”

“Gosh Daddy,” I said, rolling my eyes, “I’ve only told you like a million times that I am never, ever going to leave you! You made me!”

Daddy gulped. Hard. “Yes… yes I did…”

“I’m all yours!”

“Yes… yes you are…”

“Daddy,” I pouted, tossing my hair backwards and batting my eyelashes, “I did my hair and makeup just like you like it. Well… do you like it?”

“Yes… yes I do,” Daddy groaned, fidgeting his hips next to me. “You’re… you’re fucking beautiful, Baby Girl.”

“Well you showed me how! I only have you to thank, Daddy!” I cheered, snuggling closer. “But… but Daddy… how could I ever repay you?”

Daddy gulped. Again. I could feel his heart rate flutter and his abs tighten up. He looked down at me and I stared up at him, my eyes moist with emotion. I became fixated on his lips as he slowly said the following words:

“You can let me fuck you.”

I gasped aloud. My asshole clenched. My pussy hole quivered. My mouth hung open with disbelief. Daddy just said WHAT?

He said it again, louder this time:

“Let Daddy FUCK his Baby Girl.”

I… I… I couldn’t believe it! I’ve never had sex before—I’ve never even had a boyfriend! Heck, I’ve never even kissed anyone else besides Daddy!

But… but I have never disobeyed Daddy, either. He always knows what’s best for me. He made me, he raised me; he is my King and I am his good little princess. I would do anything for Daddy to make him happy. I just want the very best for Daddy, too!

“Okay,” I squeaked, burrowing my face into Daddy’s chest.

I don’t think he heard what I said.

So I said it again, this time pulling my head back and looking straight into Daddy’s unblinking eyes, nodding and smiling all the while whispering:

“Yes, Daddy. Anything for you, Daddy.”

Daddy gulped.

“Anything?”

“Anything!”

“Then,” he moaned, pushing me back a little so I fell softly to the bed, “go ahead and lie there for Daddy.” He was looking downwards at my upturned body, my legs hanging off the side of his bed, my toes curling on their own. My tummy was aflutter with butterflies. Daddy was breathing heavily. I could see him staring at my body, starting at my bare chest and stopping at my smooth little cunt. Daddy inhaled deeply as I proudly presented my squeaky clean and completely legal parts right in front of him.

“Baby Girl,” he whispered, tracing one hand up the escort emek length of my leg, leaving goose bumps in his wake, “I’ve got a confession to make… I promised I’d tell you on your 18th birthday… and… today’s that day.”

“What is it, Daddy?” I cooed, lifting my head up a little.

“Baby Girl…” Daddy gulped, “I’ve been grooming you to be my little fuck doll.”

Daddy mounted me, straddling his thighs over my quivering figure. Electric tension filled the little space between us. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I looked up at him and he peered down at me. I’ve never seen Daddy look more serious; his unblinking stare and furrowed brow and stern mouth made him look like a hungry animal. He licked his lips and uttered a roar through clenched teeth—my insides spasmed and a lump swelled in my throat!

Warm tingles tickled my thighs and bloomed in my pussy. Dizzy feelings flooded my mind and lubricated my insides. A dab of goo escapes my trembling hole, and I instinctively contract my muscles to stop the flow. I couldn’t help but think that I accidently peed myself!

“My God you’re beautiful.”

“Thanks Daddy!” I beam with delight beneath his shadow.

“You are ripe for the picking,” Daddy growls, his face now an inch away from my lips. “And now, I’m going to take what’s rightfully mine.”

Daddy thrusts face first against my mouth, forcing his tongue past my lips and touching my taste buds. Oh my gosh—my first kiss ever! He starts swirling his slippery tongue all around my own while placing both hands around my cheeks, helping direct me into more passionate positions. My tongue is a little shy at first, but with a little coaxing and with Daddy’s help, I soon loosened up and allowed myself to freely explore.

More warm tingles flooded my insides. My little lips felt perfect against his mouth. His ruff face tickled my rosy cheeks. My hipbones were lifting up all on their own. I wiggled and squirmed around Daddy’s wet kisses while still trapped between his two taught thighs.

But then Daddy pulled away and suddenly removed his underwear. A massive cock flooded my view. Oh my gosh—Daddy’s dick is HUGE!

A giant purple mushroom head stared directly at me, my watery eyes fixated on the little dripping slit. Daddy’s dick then plumed past its tip, his meaty 8-inch shaft covered in fleshy veins engorged with desire. A great big pair of balls hung beneath his begging daddydick, instinctively filling up with all of his seed.

Daddy grabs himself by the base of his cock and lowers it down towards my lips. I subconsciously swallow hard. His dripping head is less than an inch from my mouth. I part my lips and flick my tongue to taste his tip. Mmm, sorta salty!

“Mmm,” Daddy purrs as I savor his wetness, “that’s a good little girl.”

Daddy smiled down at me, and I knew he wanted me to do more. So I licked in circles around his sensitive head, cataloguing every curve of the mushroom while tasting its flavors. I then ran my tongue on the underside of his great big daddydick, feeling fleshy veins as I tickled his member all the way to its base and then back up. I swirled my tongue around it again, lapping and licking Daddy’s dick like an ice cream cone that tastes like forbidden fruit.

His moans of delight encourage me further. I open my little mouth and gently nibble on the long shaft. Springy flesh and a sudden grunt startle me, forcing me to back off. But Daddy touches my cheek, silently saying it was alright, so I went back and softly sunk my teeth into his throbbing daddydick. A wail of delight escapes his throat! Daddy’s dick starts flexing between my teeth!

But then a spurt of something from my pussy causes me to pull away. My face flushes. I feel like I’m going to pee myself…again! I instinctively lower my hand between my legs to stop whatever-that-was from coming out. Daddy notices, grabs my wrist, and brings my moist hand to his face. He inhales deeply. His dick throbs hard. He pushes my fingers into his mouth, running his tongue in ticklish semicircles. A gasp turns to a giggle before Daddy pulls my hand back out and kisses it softly.

“You taste so good,” Daddy moans, giving my finger one last lick.

“But Daddy,” I cry, uncertain of what just happened, “did you just taste my pee-pee?”

Daddy chuckles. “No Baby Girl… that’s not pee. That’s… your secret juice.”

“Secret juice?” I squeal, shaking my head, not understanding.

“Mmm-hmm,” he sighs before releasing my hand and readying his hips.

“And now, you are going to taste Daddy’s secret sauce.”

…

To be continued…

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Two friends getting together for a jolly good time. Is there anything better? I mean, just because we’re college men and college women doesn’t mean we should be too busy to appreciate one another’s company. My name is Jason Slater. A tall, good-looking young black man living in Boston, Massachusetts. I am currently waiting on a bench in Boston Common for my buddy Charles Grey. He’s supposed to show up so we can hang out. It’s getting cold but I’ve got my letterman jacket on me. It keeps me warm and gets some stares from passersby. I’m a student at the New England School of Technology or NEST. I am currently studying engineering and I hope to get a bachelors degree in it before heading to a bigger technical school like the Massachusetts Institute of Technology or Georgia Tech. They’re the best engineering schools on the planet.

The New England School of Technology was founded in 1990 by a philanthropist group. They intended it to be a four-year technical college. The school opened its doors in 1991 with only eleven hundred students. Its curriculum focused on science, computer programming and engineering. Basically a school for the talented geeks of the world. We’re not all geeks here, however. Some of us are athletes. The school sponsors a good number of sports such as Men’s Basketball, Baseball, Soccer, Lacrosse, Cross Country, Swimming, Rugby, Wrestling, Ice Hockey, Football and Bowling. They also offer Women’s Basketball, Softball, Soccer, Lacrosse, Cross Country, Swimming, Rugby, Field Hockey, Ice Hockey, Bowling and Badminton. All of our teams compete in the National Collegiate Athletic Association’s Division Three.

Myself, I’m a member of the Football team. Lately, I’ve been on the news a lot. Mainly because I’m an openly bisexual athlete playing one of the world’s manliest sports. I’ve been on ESPN Magazine and Sports Illustrated as well as the cover of the Advocate. I don’t know what the fuss is about. I’m pretty sure plenty of gay and bisexual men have played college sports before, but I guess none of them were open about it. Some guys on the team weren’t keen about having a bisexual man for a teammate but whatever. I was the best damn running back on the team. And I saw plenty of playing time. Oh, and I always stick up for myself. I grew up in a tough neighborhood. Big guys in tights don’t intimidate me.

Division Three College Football is big business. Lots of small colleges are starting teams left and right. Mainly to boost male collegiate enrollment but also to beef up slacking athletic programs. At the New England School of Technology, we don’t have that problem. Fifty percent of our students are male and fifty percent are female. It’s the way the collegiate American world should be. It’s the way it would be if politically correct administrators and educators hadn’t abandoned the American male in higher education. Oh, well. I hate to get all political, you know. It’s just that I’ve got friends at other colleges who complain to me when their schools cut sports teams to please federal gender quotas. It makes me sick.

Anyway, life at NEST was alright. It’s mostly a commuter campus. The school has four dorm buildings, and they can occupy one hundred and twenty students each. It’s a first-come, first serve basis. The dorms are either all-male or all-female. NEST doesn’t believe in mixing and matching, I guess. I was lucky enough to get a single occupant dorm room. Isn’t that nice? I’m not big on living with people. I grew up with a big family. My father Lucas Slater and his wife Mildred had five brats. Three guys and two chicks. I was the youngest of the guys. We’re a blue-collar black family. Dad is a policeman in Boston. Mom is a schoolteacher operating in Boston Public. My other siblings are a bunch of freeloaders. I’m not saying this to put them down. It’s simply the damn truth.

Take my eldest brother Leroy for example. He won himself a Basketball scholarship to Boston University when I was still in high school. He got his Associate’s degree in business but blew his chances away during his junior year when he got caught with booze and women of questionable repute in his dorm. He’s a punk. Works as a manager for a store. When he’s not chasing women or drinking, that is. My brother Jonathan has a criminal justice degree from Bay State College and is currently working as a corrections officer in Plymouth County. He’s usually dikmen escort bayan a straight-laced man, but he has quite a temper. He recently got suspended from work for beating on a prisoner. My sister Elisabeth is the family whore. Sorry for being harsh. Once, she had potential. She won a scholarship to Bridgewater State College. She got her bachelors degree. Then she couldn’t get a job and started dealing drugs and fighting on the streets. Got locked up for it, too. She’s got three brats by different dads and she’s living on welfare when she’s not begging mom and dad for money. My other sister Linda is just your average corporate litigator. A graduate of the Suffolk Law School, she currently works for a large firm in downtown Boston. She’s considered a success story by our friends and family but she’s a scary woman. My sister has no conscience. She’s a sociopath. A remorseless manipulator. The less I see of her, the better.

Yeah. Now you see what I have to put up with. My relatives and friends are always bugging me about my lifestyle. Many black people don’t approve of gay and bisexual individuals. They think we’re all sinners and freaks. Oh, there are lots of homophobes in all communities but the black community is one hundred percent homophobic. No ifs, ands or buts about it. I don’t care. I’m a man with one life to live. I’ve got things I want to accomplish. And I’ve done most of them. I was a member of a Championship Team in All-American Division Three College Football. Few men can make that claim. I’m also a top notch student in my program. I always make High Honor Roll/Dean’s List. You need to have a 3.09 GPA to even be considered. I was one of five males out of eleven Dean’s List students and the only black person. How about that?

Yeah. The semester is ending. My grades are pretty good. But now I want to reconnect with an old friend. I’ve known Charles my entire life. We met on our first day at Boston College High School, an all-male private school in Boston. He went on to attend Boston College. I chose NEST because they offered me an academic scholarship and also because they were just starting a Division Three College Football team. I wanted to be a part of history, so to speak. Charles went to Boston College and majored in Criminal Justice. He wants to become a cop someday. My father has always encouraged him in that area. I sometimes think my dad sees Chuck as the ideal son he never had. Part of me doesn’t blame him for it. If he did. Two of my father’s sons are on the dark side and the third is queer, which in the black community is considered worse than being a criminal.

Charles has always been my buddy. He always had my back. We have a lot more in common than what people think. For starters, he’s bisexual, just like me. One time, we had a crush on the same female. A tall, thick, pretty-faced and big-bottomed black woman named Donna Woonsocket. She was fine as hell. We met her during senior year at BCHS. She was a teacher’s assistant. Man, we were competing for her. Charles won her over. I could see why. Charles is tall, curly-haired, caramel-skinned and both lean and muscular. He’s also very handsome. Women were always falling for him. I caught him and Donna in the library together.

There she was, the gorgeous teacher’s assistant. Her skirt were hiked up and she was grinding on top of a muscular young black man. Charles stroked her breasts while thrusting his cock into her. She screamed loud enough to wake the dead, telling him to take that pussy and fuck it good with his big black cock. Charles groaned in pleasure as he had his fun. They exchanged cuss words as they continued to romp away. Neither of them had seen me. This both saddened and thrilled me. It saddened me because my best friend had just stolen the woman I had a crush on. It thrilled me because I was a horny young man watching a live sex scene. With a raging boner, I couldn’t simply turn away. I watched as Charles put Donna on all fours and began fucking her from behind. She was grinding that plump booty of hers against his groin, driving him deeper inside her. They happily romped away. I watched until it ended, then I went home, my mind a blank.

Yes, Charles had won the girl. He always won at everything. When we played football for BCHS, he was the quarterback while I was the second-string lineman. He won an athletic scholarship elvankent escort bayan to Boston College and got to fulfill many men’s dream, to play Division One College Football in America. As for me? I went to NEST, to shine privately. I still loved Charles, but I thought he was straight. He was the first person I talked about my emerging bisexuality with. I poured my heart to him and he listened in silence. He nodded understandingly at the end, and clapped my shoulder. He told me I wasn’t alone. I was elated. I thought myself the solitary bisexual man with an understanding heterosexual best male friend. Until the day I caught him kissing a handsome young man named Henry in the church bathroom. You have to understand that I wasn’t mad. I was simply shocked. Charles seemed like the straightest man in the world. He was a football player. He had women flocking to him. So, why would I, or anyone else think he was anything other than heterosexual?

I ran from the bathroom. I went out of the church and into the garden. Near the church parking lot. My whole world had turned upside down. Charles, my best buddy was bisexual? And he’d rather be messing around with the likes of Henry the pretty boy than be with me, his best friend? This royally sucks! I was so upset that I didn’t see Charles come up behind me. There he was. The tall, handsome black stud. He looked at me shyly. I stared at him. He smiled, and approached me. Without a single word, he sat on the rough stone bench under the tree and looked at me. I had so many questions. Why hadn’t he told me his secret? I told him mine! Why was he hiding from me? And out of all the men in the world, why did he choose Henry to get his freak on with?

Charles smiled at me, and I felt my anger melt away. Then, in a few painful words, he told me. He wasn’t keen on people finding out about his bisexuality. He didn’t consider what he was doing to be anyone’s business. And he trusted no one. I stared at him, blinking. Why in hell did he have me, his best friend for? With a bright smile, Charles said that I was the exception in his book. Then, he hugged me. In that moment, I forgave him everything. I forgot about his dalliances with Donna and Henry. He had returned to me, and we were closer than ever. Especially now that I knew we were the same kind.

Since that day, we became inseparable. When Charles family helped him move into his dorm at Boston College, I was there to greet his dad, fireman Julian Grey and his mom, bartender Charlene. I’ve known them all my life. I always stayed in touch with Charles. He told me about his new classes, experiences and love interests. He was sexing up a large number of women at Boston College. Being such a stud, he had his pick of them. Also, playing Football was a source of much joy in his life. I attended all of his games. He came to some of mine. When the NEST Football team took on Bridgewater State College, Charles was there to support me, along with my family. Isn’t that cool? We were always there for each other. I think we only began to fall apart when I came out.

A gay student I was friends with took a beating from some homophobes on NEST school grounds. I couldn’t believe it. Homophobes moved about brazenly on a college campus in the most liberal state in the Union. I mean, same-sex marriage was legal in Massachusetts and everything yet these lunatics still preyed upon solitary gay men and occasionally lesbians and bisexual men and women. I fought them off, but sustained an injury. Also, the poor guy had already suffered many injuries when I got there. I’m not sure how much help I was. When the reporters came, I had plenty to say to them. I was angry. The media loved it. A college football player defending a gay student from some homophobes. They were praising me for being open-minded and decent. They also commented that I was a shining example of how football players could stand up against homophobia. I should have gone along with the story and kept my mouth shut. Instead, in three simple words, I changed my own life forever. I told the reporters that I was bisexual. And the world of college football in America would never be the same.

To say that my parents were shocked would have been an understatement. They really didn’t like finding out about me. They thought it was their fault that I was queer. Also, they saw my bisexuality emek escort bayan as something that needed to be cured or suppressed. For reasons like these, I broke contact with them for a while. My teammates from football looked at me weirdly. I had gone from the invisible man on the gridiron, the freshman running back, to the public face of the team. The media dubbed me the First Openly Bisexual College Football Player in America. I was approached by men and women from various walks of life. Some congratulated me on being brave. Others hated my guts and said I was a disgrace to college football. And I was alone weathering this storm.

Charles came to the rescue, if a bit late. He had been talking to my family and tried drilling into their heads that no matter which way I swung, I was still their son. Honestly, I don’t know what the big deal is about. I felt attracted to both men and women. I didn’t have a boyfriend or a girlfriend. Hell, I’ve never even had sex with anyone. I’m getting so much flack from all directions, yet I’ve never done the things they said I did. That’s when I realized that being bisexual was who and what I am, not what I did. You could be a virgin, or celibate, and be heterosexual, right? Likewise why can’t a bisexual man be a virgin, or celibate, and still be bisexual? That’s what I’d like to know. So, yeah. Charles basically helped reunite me with my family. It was a long, painful process.

Eventually, the media stopped with all their hoopla. I went back to my normal life. Yes, tons of people knew I was bisexual. Yes, I’d been on TV dozens of times. On everything from ESPN to Sports Center. I’d also been profiled in a dozen magazines, both mainstream and not. My pictures were all over the web. I was photographed wearing my football uniform, and also wearing simple jeans and a T-shirt. I was photographed at church, school and anywhere else. The media ate it up. Until the next big story came along. Then, I was left alone. However, the damage was done. People treated me differently after that. Lots of black women on campus, who had previously flirted with me, gave me dubious looks. Young black men I usually exchanged greetings with would shake their heads when they saw me. I was suddenly persona unwanted on campus. Whatever.

Charles was there to help me weather the crisis. It took a lot out of him. To stand beside his best friend, the recently ousted bisexual black college football player. Anyway, slowly things got back to tomorrow. My fifteen minutes of fame were over. Charles was busy with class, football and his social life but he made time for me. He was dating this girl named Rosa Santiago, some Hispanic bombshell from Boston College. I never met her. He split up with her after three months. I was feeling lonely those days, you know. My teammates weren’t feeling me. My family members were polite and distant with me. I basically had no friends. Once again, Charles was the only person I could turn to. Once, on the phone, I opened up to him. I thanked him for being the only person I’d ever been able to count on. Then, I took a leap of faith. I told him that I loved him. There was a silence at the end of the line. I waited, anxious. Had I done something wrong? Should I have kept my feelings to myself? I waited. Finally, Charles broke the silence. He told me that he loved me too. When I heard these words, it was one of the best moments of my life.

Which brings me back to Boston Common. The place where we agreed to meet. I waited on the park bench. Watching men and women go by in their cars. There was a church nearby. I looked at its clock, then shook my head. Then, I began the waiting game all over again. Until I saw…him. There he was. Charles. My Charles. My tall and handsome black stud, looking fabulous and manly in a black leather jacket, blue shirt, black jeans and boots. I stood up, and walked up to him. He smiled at me. I walked deliberately slow, showing off my sexy body. Charles grinned, clearly liking what he saw.

We stood two feet away from each other. Two sexy black college men. Football players. Star athletes. Super studs. Intellectual luminaries. Best friends. And possibly more. Without a word being spoken, we kissed. It was a deep, passionate kiss. Right there on Boston Common, for all the world to see. When our lips parted, I looked at Charles breathlessly. He smiled, and put his arm around me. Then we headed to the nearby movie theater. He had a whole day planned. There was so much I wanted to tell him. As if reading my mind, he told me that we had all the time in the world. And he was right. We did. I had no idea back then but I should have known. This was the beginning of the rest of our lives together.

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About a week ago, I went to the cottage Laurie, my wife, and I bought on Lake Lausanne: The name given by settlers from Switzerland. I needed to rest and replenish my energy, and renew interest in living a useful life. Ten months ago, Laurie died suddenly at the age of 37 due to a brain aneurysm. She has been working as an attorney for a brokerage firm. She jogged about five miles a week and was in excellent physical shape. At the age of 35, I was a widower.

Despite their grief, my in-laws, Ed and Angela, and their relatives were very helpful, especially in taking care of Mel, my 5-year old daughter. Ed married Angela five years earlier after Rose, my mother-in-law, died. Angela loved Laurie and Mel, and became part of our family.

My work as a management consultant allowed me to take some time off to deal with my grief. Laurie was the love of my life: brunette, slim, tall, and passionate.

Laurie and I had befriended Rita and Calvin, who lived year round at their home on the lake. Rita was Rose’s only sister, a year or so older and very voluptuous. Calvin appeared to be about 70 years old; he was suffering from many ailments: arthritis, emphysema, and high blood pressure. He walked with difficulty using a walker and stayed in their living room most of the time.

Rita was a devoted wife and a retired school teacher; she had blonde-gray hair, beautiful blue eyes, long thin nose, and full lips. She was in good shape through exercising and inherited traits, and always dressed well but conservatively. She appeared to be about 60 years old; later, I learned she was 58 years old. In spite of the difference in their ages, Rita and Laurie had become good friends. Laurie and I had dinner several times at their home when Rita served good food and I provided good wine.

Often, after dinner, Calvin went to rest while Rita, Laurie, and I continued to have a good time drinking wine, visiting, or playing cards. Sometimes, after couple of glasses of wine, Rita flirted openly with me. Once, Rita asked if she could borrow me to help her do chores in the bedroom; Laurie and I giggled at her suggestion.

One New Year eve, Rita and Calvin invited Laurie and me to the Sheraton Hotel for dinner and dancing. We also rented rooms to sleep after the celebration. After Calvin and Rita danced together for a few minutes, Calvin said he was tired and just sat in his chair; after a while, he went to his room at the hotel to rest and did not return to the dance floor.

Rita asked me to dance with her. During the dance, she whispered:

“Chris, Calvin told me I should dance with you; please, just hold me. Hugging your body feels so good.”

During a slow dance, Rita threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. I felt her large boobs on my chest. After the dance, Rita kissed me lightly on my lips. At midnight, I kissed both Laurie and Rita. The three of us stayed up until about 2 AM. Later, in our room, Laurie said to me:

“Rita is starving for love. Thank you for being nice to her and dancing with her. I wish I could help her.”

I mumbled, “So do I. Rita is a devoted wife; she has to sort out what to do,” as I fell asleep.

Calvin’s health got worse. He was sick for long periods of time and was hospitalized often. Rita took care of Calvin as well as she could. At the same time, she tried to have as normal a life as possible. After learning Rita was interested in using the Internet, I set up her computer, and helped her use email and surf the Internet. She and Laurie stayed in touch via email and telephone. But, I never thought of Rita as a sexy woman and having sex with her.

During my grieving period, I had shut myself in my Boston apartment with little contact with Calvin and Rita, and other friends. After spending couple of days cleaning up around the cottage, I set up my laptop computer, and found a three-day old email message from Rita inviting me to stop by and say hello. I decided to call Calvin and Rita; when I called, Rita told me in a sad tone:

“Hi Chris, Calvin has been very ill for two weeks; he developed pneumonia and is in the hospital for four days. I don’t know when he will be released. I am not sure I can take care of him by myself.”

After a pause, she continued, “How are you doing? I am sure you miss Laurie. I miss her too. I have been lonesome without Calvin at home and not being able to talk to Laurie.”

Rita continued, “I am not able to log on the Internet; I also need help with trimming the hedge.”

I said, “I am sorry Calvin is in the hospital. I am adjusting to living without Laurie. You and I are still here. I am your friend; you can talk to me. I can stop by tomorrow morning before it gets too warm and trim the hedge, but I cannot stay too long. I can stop by again around four to work on the computer.”

Rita replied, “Thanks. See you tomorrow.”

At about ten, I drove to Rita’s cottage and pulled in front of the open garage, when Rita showed up from the garden dressed in jeans, a work-shirt, sun glasses, and a floppy dikmen escort hat. She greeted me and hugged me a long time, pressing her boobs in to my chest. Later, she showed me where Calvin kept the step-ladder in needed to trim the hedge.

After I trimmed the hedge in about an hour, put away the ladder in the garage, and the trimmer in my car, Rita came out with a glass of lemonade and said:

“Chris thanks for trimming the hedge. Here, drink this to cool off.”

“Thanks for the lemonade. I have to go to the post office and do other chores. See you this afternoon. I will walk over; the walk will do me good,” I said.

Rita replied cheerfully, “Great. I can use your company; you can also teach me more about computers.”

I replied, “It will be good to visit with you. I have been lonesome too. If it works out, may be we can get a bite to eat.”

As Rita hugged me, I was again aware of her perfume and boobs pressing in to my chest; I kissed her on the cheek, and mumbled:

“You smell and feel nice,” squeezed her butt and went to my car.

Rita giggled and said: “Flattery may get you what you want. See you this afternoon. Bye.”

CHRIS VISITS RITA DURING AFTERNOON

It was a sunny summer evening; I dressed in khaki shorts, white golf shirt and cap, sneakers, and walked the half-mile to Calvin and Rita’s cottage. When I knocked on the front door, Rita welcomed me warmly with a long hug. She was dressed in pink shorts, white sleeve-less blouse, and sandals. For the first time, I noticed that Rita had fine legs, a big bosom, and meaty buttocks. She smelled of a nice perfume.

Rita said, “I am glad you came. I baked chocolate chip and sugar cookies. I can make tea. Do you want a drink? As you know, Calvin drinks martinis; I have gin.”

“I will have tea now; may be a gin-tonic later.”

After Rita brought tea and cookies, I noticed she had on light make up and pink lipstick. She said:

“You cheer me up; it’s nice to be with a handsome man. I have been lonely and depressed.”

Rita then recovered and added, “Have another cookie; I baked them this morning.”

The cookies were good and I ate couple of them.

I asked Rita, “How is Calvin? How are you?”

Rita answered in a sad tone, “Calvin is still in intensive care; I hope he will get better. I am doing fine.”

I saw Rita had tears in her eyes, but she smiled at me and asked:

“How are you Chris? Laurie was such a sweet girl. I bet you miss her.”

“I have been grieving, but am getting better at living my life. About a week ago, I saw a woman who could have been Laurie’s twin at the mall; I followed her for a short distance until she was greeted by a young man.”

I didn’t tell Rita that, after a long time, I had jacked off last week, thinking of how Laurie and I fucked the first time at the cottage.

Rita said sympathetically, “You are still a young man. You need to live your life fully.”

Rita continued, “You lost Laurie. Actually, I lost Calvin a few years ago; before, he was a gregarious happy man. He looked so helpless when I saw him this morning; he was heavily drugged and did not recognize me. I have been lonesome without him at home.”

I held Rita’s wrinkled hand and whispered to her, “You are a beautiful lady; you should live your life fully too.”

When Rita did not pull her hand from mine, I kissed the back of it; we continued to hold hands for several minutes, when Rita said:

“My Internet connection is not working ever since I moved my computer desk just a few feet.”

I said, “Let me take a look at the cable connection to your computer,” and followed to Rita’s den.

After I tightened the cable from the modem at the back of the computer, the Internet cable worked just fine. Just to be sure, I logged in to her browser and discovered book marked adult sites, including Literotica. I was thrilled knowing Rita was still interested in sex.

A happy Rita said, “How about that gin and tonic you wanted? You earned it.”

I nodded my head, shut down the computer, and went back to the Lanai. The lake looked beautiful. I stood admiring the beautiful view of the blue water and the sailboats, when Rita came to me and hugged me. She whispered,

“It’s so beautiful. I am savoring this moment.”

I felt Rita’s soft boobs press against my arm and got a hard-on. I put my hand around her waist and nudged her to stand in front of me. When I rubbed Rita’s shoulders and bare arms gently, she pushed herself in to my body; I was sure she felt my hard on. Inadvertently, I reached down and rubbed Rita’s generous buttocks eliciting a happy moan from her. It was the moment when Rita became a potential lover and I decided to pursue her.

After several minutes, Rita pulled away gently and headed to the kitchen. She made a gin and tonic, and handed it to me; she fixed a glass of rose Zinfandel wine for herself. Her face was shining with excitement and sheen of perspiration. I am sure she noticed my erection elvankent escort in my shorts, but did not say anything.

After a few minutes, Rita said, “Let’s go outside. Bring your drink along. I will show you my flower and vegetable garden.”

I walked behind Rita down a path to a level area full of flowers, mostly pink and red in color, on one side and a small vegetable garden on the other. When Rita bent down to check on a group of flowers, I noticed her voluptuous ass covered by pink tight shorts.

Rita pointed to several flowers and said: “I will pick them later and put them in the Lanai.”

When Rita went ahead of me, on a whim, I picked one of the pink flowers. Soon we came to a clearing with a spectacular view of the lake that also was covered on the sides by shrubs offering considerable privacy from the neighboring cottages. We put our drinks on a small round table and sat on a bench for two people when I handed the pink flower to Rita.

Rita blushed, “Thank you. That’s so sweet,” she cooed. She then kissed me on the cheek.

In turn, I hugged her and whispered in her ear, “You are a very attractive woman.”

Rita blushed more. We sat there close to each other with my arm around her waist for a few minutes. When I rubbed her bare, tanned, arms, Rita shivered, and snuggled closer to me. I nuzzled her neck, kissed it, and as I rubbed my lips on her neck Rita threw her head back allowing me to kiss more of her wrinkled neck.

She cooed, “I feel very comfortable being with you. I am all tingly.”

When Rita turned towards me, I kissed her lips gently and Rita pushed her tongue in to my mouth; after we kissed for several minutes, Rita cooed:

“I am very glad you think of me as your lover.”

“I see an attractive and desirable woman. This bench is too narrow to sit side by side. You should sit in my lap.”

Blushing, Rita got up, sat in my lap, facing away from me, wiggled her ass on my stiff cock, and cooed, “That’s more comfortable.”

Rita then took a sip of her wine, turned her head, and, with her mouth full of wine, kissed me on my mouth. She giggled as I sucked wine from her mouth and drank it. Inadvertently, my two hands cupped Rita’s bosom; but she let me hold on to them.

Rita cooed, “Oh, this is such a romantic way to spend a beautiful sunny evening,” and again kissed my mouth passionately.

I loved kissing Rita’s wrinkled mouth while groping her large, soft, boobs, so I took a sip of wine and let her suck it out of my mouth while I fondled her boobs.

Whatever doubt I had of Rita’s romantic intentions were erased when she wiggled her ass on my crotch and cooed:

“You seem to have nice equipment.”

Rita continued, “It’s getting cool. The bugs will be out soon. We should go in,” and got off me.

She offered her hand, pulled me up, and started to walk towards the cottage; I stood still and watched in fascination Rita’s undulating buttocks. After she covered about 15 feet, Rita turned around and smiled at me when she realized I was staring at her voluptuous ass. When I started to walk towards her, she started to run. I caught a giggling, squealing, Rita from behind near the flowerbeds and fondled her covered boobs. Rita stopped squirming in my grasp; relaxed, and pushed her ass in to my hard on, and gently wiggled it. I turned her around and kissed her passionately. Rita was breathing heavily from running and being fondled.

I fell to my knees and looked up at Rita who had leaned forward; Rita’s face showed more passion than apprehension. As she looked down at me, I lowered the zipper of her shorts, took the pink flower from her hands, and placed it at her crotch. I picked another flower and placed it in her cleavage, and a third behind her ear.

I whispered to Rita, “You look beautiful and smell wonderful, lover,” and stood up, and kissed her mouth for several minutes.

I wanted to stay with Rita as long as she would let me. I did not want to go to my place for a while. I thought an informal dinner would be nice.

I said, “I am enjoying your company. Would have dinner with me? We can go to Angelo’s and have a light meal.”

Rita smiled and said, “Yes. I don’t have much food to prepare a meal tonight. I will cook a good dinner for you tomorrow. We can go after I freshen up and change clothes. I want to look nice for you.”

“You heard the old line: you don’t have to dress to please me,” I whispered.

“I think you are trying to seduce me,” cooed Rita blushing and went to change her clothes.

Rita put on a black tank top and a light green jacket, and a beige wrap-around skirt. She put on a necklace of large pearls and matching pearl earrings. Later, I found out she also changed her underwear to silk purple bra and panties, and put on perfume on her neck, cleavage, and crotch.

I told Rita, “You look very attractive. I love your jewelry.”

Blushing, Rita said, “I recall Laurie telling me you liked it when she put on pearls.”

I emek escort smiled and said, “It’s thoughtful of you to remember what Laurie told you. I like any jewelry on a beautiful woman.”

Rita put on dark sunglasses and drove her Cadillac to Angelo’s. At Angelo’s, it was not too crowded, and we were seated in a corner; we talked about our lives as we drank Zinfandel wine and ate pasta dishes.

Rita said, “I knew Laurie as a friend. How was she as a wife?”

“Laurie loved life. We made love several times a week until the pressure of work got to her. She loved receiving and giving oral sex.”

“Did you know she wanted to have big boobs like mine?” asked Rita, blushingly.

“I knew she was conscious of her small boobs; I did not know she wanted them as large as yours.

Seeing Rita was blushing, I asked, “What about you and Calvin?”

Rita said: “Calvin loved me. He was insatiable soon after we got married. Later, for a long time, we made love once a week; that changed to once a month or so. He was not able to make love to me the last two years. We tried watching adult movies and me wearing sexy lingerie; we tried Viagra, but it did not work; he was too ill.”

I said quietly, “You have been grieving a long time for Calvin. You certainly have been making sacrifices, taking care of an ill man and denying yourself a normal sex life.”

Rita replied softly, “That’s exactly what Laurie said two years ago. She knew of Calvin’s problems. She was concerned I was not getting enough loving.

She paused and said seriously, “I am not capable of going to a bar, pick up a total stranger, and have sex with him. I was never in to casual sex. I have to know a man well before I show him my body.”

Rita smiled at me and said, “I am sure, if I had asked her, Laurie would have agreed to let you and I spend time together.”

I mumbled, “Wow! I didn’t know you two were that close friends. I hope that tonight is the right time.”

Rita blushed and said, “Many a time, there were sparks flying between you and me.”

She recalled one night:

“The three of us were quite inebriated. Our conversation turned to sex. When I confided how frustrated I was, Laurie suggested seriously that I buy myself a super size dildo and she would help me buy a good one.”

She paused, giggled, and said, “You interjected: you will be glad to help me with your real tool, but soon you passed out and slept all night on the floor.”

I blushed and said, “I remember that night, but don’t remember saying that. I do remember getting turned on when I danced with you. Perhaps, it’s karma that we become lovers.”

Suddenly Rita whispered, “I am glad you are not ashamed of being seen with me. Those two ladies over in the corner don’t approve of us. They have been staring at us and talking to each other.”

I whispered, “You are a beautiful and voluptuous lady. I am glad to be with you.”

I continued, “I know those ladies are watching; I am going to kiss you to show them I am your date.”

I reached over, held Rita’s face gently, and kissed her on her mouth. Rita kissed me back willingly and pushed her tongue in to my mouth. Rita surprised me by placing her right hand on my crotch and gently squeezing my cock.

After dinner, as we walked past the two ladies, I put my hand on Rita’s undulating buttocks and left it there until we were out of their sight.

CHRIS AND RITA IN A PARK

I paid the bill and opened the door of her car for Rita. After she drove a short distance, I decided to make out with Rita in her car; I suggested:

“Let’s go to Pine Bluff Park.”

“Sure. Calvin and I used to come here to watch the Sun set over the lake,” replied Rita much to my surprise.

Rita put on dark sunglasses, drove to the park, and parked the car in a secluded spot. Indeed, the Sun over the lake was beautiful. Rita snuggled up to me; I hugged her, and kissed her neck and smelled her hair. My arms were around Rita’s waist and nuzzled her large covered boobs.

When Rita turned her face towards me and opened her lips, I kissed her thick lips and mouth for a long time. After the kiss ended, much to my delight, Rita took my hands and placed them on her boobs.

“Play with my boobs; pinch my nipples,” she cooed.

When she felt my erection with her palm, Rita cooed:

“I am glad you like me, an old lady. I am old enough to be your mom.”

I whispered, “You are not my mom; you are my lover. Age is a state of mind. You are a desirable voluptuous woman. I want you as a lover,” and squeezed her boobs.

Rita giggled, patted my erect cock, and kissed me passionately for a few minutes.

“Ok, we will be lovers. You should have seen the look on the faces of the two women when you kissed me.”

I mumbled, “They would die if they see me playing with your boobs,” and removed Rita’s jacket. Rita leaned against me, raised her arms with hands locked behind her head as if to air her underarms and armpits. In the tight and stretched tank top, Rita looked very voluptuous. Her upper arms were slim and toned, but sagged slightly. Her chest looked magnificent with twin peaks rising majestically from it.

Rita said softly, “Now that I am here in a park alone with you, a handsome younger man, I am very nervous.”

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Dear Nicole,

Things were so different around school after that. I mean they were different anyway seeing as how Ricky, Tim and C.J. were now involved. I was really nervous to see how everyone would interact on Monday morning. But the guys were so great…they were even nicer to us than they ever were before, and Megan and Jessi were still so excited about it. Felecia and I were excited too! It was fun having such a secret, every look and conversation had an erotic overtone. It was so very hot, just being around each other!

It was different with Nikki though. We didn’t want it to be different, but it was. She didn’t exactly ignore us, yet she spent more time with other kids than with us. So much so that a lot of girls noticed and asked us what the problem was. What could we say? That Nikki was just upset because we were bi-sexual? That thought was actually quite funny. Felecia and I laughed because we didn’t know what else to do.

But oh, Nicole! C.J. asked me out for Friday night! This was something different. We had been tight for so long as friends that I wasn’t sure what I should say when he asked. He was pretty bold about it too. He walked right up to me by our lockers and asked me out, even in front of Felecia and Megan.

He was so cute, “Ummm…Nance?”

“Oh, Hi…”

“I wanted to ask you something. Like can I?”

C.J.’s face was flushed, but his eyes were smoldering. “I just wanted to know if you’d, uhhh…like if you’d wanna…hang out with me on Friday?”

“Oh…I…seriously?” I was so surprised!

“Sure…just go get some pizza together or something.” Now that he got the question out there, he relaxed very quickly.

“Well…Okay, let’s…but if we’re just hanging out, can other people come too?”

Now he became a lot bolder, “I don’t care, as long as we understand that you’re with me!” He was smiling so broadly; It wasn’t a possessive statement…but he was serious.

“Alright, what shall we do then?”

“I’ll pick you up at 7:00, and tell everyone else to meet us down at Lorenzo’s.”

“Great!”

C.J. walked away with an extra bounce in his step.

“Wow…” said Felecia, “there’s a guy who knows what he wants!”

“What do you think he wants?”

“Are you kidding? After last week?” We both giggled all the way to our next classroom and sat down.

“Seriously, Felecia…I think this may be the time for me!” I was still smiling but she could tell what I was thinking.

“I think you’re right…and C.J. should be your first, you agree?” She laid her hand on my shoulder.

“Yes…but it sure would be nice to if you were there with me!”

She laughed out loud, “What….you want me to hold your hand and talk you through it?”

“Well…actually….” God, Nicole, did we ever laugh so hard there!

The class started and we got caught up with calculus, but you can be sure that every spare moment I had, my thoughts were taken up with what was going to happen on Friday. During the rest of the week, word got around to our friends that C.J. and I were gonna go out, and eventually everyone who knew planned on being there with us to hang out.

That night, we were at my house. My parents had gone out shopping and Felecia and I were spending quite a bit of time deciding what to wear on Friday. I was trying on the first of a few midriff T’s, and was in my bra, when the phone rang. I picked it up.

“Nance, it’s C.J.” He sounded a little nervous again.

“Oh, hi…What’s up?”

“Well…like something came up, and I don’t know what to do about it?”

“Maybe I can help…what is it?”

“Actually…is Felecia there?” This was a little unusual!

“Yeah…why?”

C.J. sounded a little relieved, “Oh good…well, I’d do better explaining it to her.”

I handed the phone to Felecia with a shrug, “He wants to talk to you!”

Felecia made a teasing face at me and put the phone to her ear, “Hellooo….” she said in a very sexy drawl. I slapped her playfully on the arm.

C.J. must have laughed because she giggled. At that point I ran out of the room and picked up the kitchen extension, just in time to hear him say, “and my aunt and uncle are in town for the weekend…with all my cousins. I’m sorta in charge of hangin’ with my cousin Teddy for a couple of days, starting Friday at about 6:00.”

“Okay,” said Felecia, “bring him along!”

“Oh, c’mon, Felecia,” said C.J. in a little frustration, “you know that Nance and I have some plans for later…”

Felecia laughed heartily, “No shit…you horny little devil!”

“Sure…you knew it!” I could have sworn I could feel C.J. blushing over the receiver. “But I can’t really leave Teddy alone when I’m with Nancy!”

“And you want me to hang with Teddy…right?”

“Felecia…Teddy’s cool, you’ll like him. He’s just a junior, but I swear you’ll like him! He’s pretty cute n’ cut, if I say so myself. Plays football too!”

Felecia cut in quickly, “I don’t care about the football part…Does he have a girlfriend?”

“No…uuhhh…not escort dikmen at the moment, Why?”

“Oh…I just wanted to know. Okay, Cee I’ll do you this favor, and we could almost call this a double date, couldn’t we?”

“Yeah…I guess, Felecia I really appreciate this!” C.J. sounded so grateful.

Felecia giggled, “You owe me one!” And she hung up.

“Now what?” I asked when I got back into my room. Felecia was sitting on the bed.

“Awww, he’s so cute! I just figured I needed to help you both out!”

“Yes…what a friend you are! Now you HAVE to go out with a cute football player!”

Felecia threw a pillow at me. “Last time I do you a favor!” she mocked.

I grabbed the pillow and swung it at her and she ducked and grabbed me around the waist, pulling me onto the bed. The little vixen started tickling me, knowing full well that I couldn’t take it. When I responded with gales of laughter, she clapped the pillow over my face to smother me, then tickled me even more. With all my strength, I spun over the top of her and pinned her down, grabbing her wrists and holding them to her side. She struggled, but not much. Our faces were scant inches apart and both of us were giggling and breathing heavily.

I looked into her eyes. They were deep and dark and beautiful…but there was something else there too that I had never really noticed before. Felecia didn’t say it, but her eyes did! She loved me! And her eyes were searching mine to find out if I loved her too. She must have seen what she was looking for, I knew that I loved her as well, and yes, she must have seen it because she smiled; a beautiful, loving smile, and those incredible eyes misted over.

“Kiss me, Nance,” she whispered.

I never, ever wanted her more than I did right then and my open mouth fell on hers with an indescribable passion. Our tongues battled fiercely for several seconds, our urgent moans filling the bedroom. Felecia yanked my bra up above my tits and grabbed at the soft flesh and nipples.

“Oh, Nancy…” she groaned into my mouth, trying to kiss and talk at the same time, “don’t ever stop kissing me…don’t ever stop loving me!”

The kiss was getting more insistent and I clasped the back of her neck and ears and pulled her mouth harder onto mine. “I won’t, Felecia, I can’t,” I cried, “I’ll always love you!”

She still had a hold of my breasts and when her kiss finally traveled off my lips she pushed me up a little and sucked my left nipple and tit deeply into her mouth, almost inhaling it! I gasped at the sudden extreme sucking feeling and rolled to the side, her mouth glued to my boob!. She rolled on top of me and I pushed the wild tresses of her hair behind her ears so that I could get a good look at her feasting on my tit.

“Oh God, Felecia…Mmmmm…yeah, suck ’em…aahhhh, yeah….just like that…oohhhh!”

Felecia changed to the other breast and lavished the same attention on it, except this time her teeth played the nipple each time my boob popped out of her mouth. My hands moved down her back and slid inside the waistband of her shorts. My fingers gripped her ass, pulling her hips into mine, and I allowed my middle fingers to penetrate into the crack and tickle her asshole.

“Aahhh…UUUhhhh…AAHHMM,” I cried out continuously as her tongue and lips and teeth, working on my nipples, sent arcs of electricity straight to my pussy.

Felecia murmured as she felt my fingers slip deeper between her legs under her panties. She was gushing wet and as her slick liquid coated my fingers, I spread it over her fat outer lips and pushed into her hole. “Oh, my God… Nance… m..mm… mmm, Oooooh, Fuck yesss!” Felecia’s mouth pulled away from my nipple and she arched her back as my fingers fucked her. “Oh yesss, Nance, fuck me… yes! Fuck my pussy…Ahhhmmm!”

I did it as much as I could, but our clothes became too confining…so I pulled her to me and whispered, “I need you naked so bad!”

Felecia giggled and stood up, peeling off her t-shirt and bra while I dropped to my knees and slid her shorts and thong to the floor. Running my hands up the back of her legs to the crease of her cheeks, I buried my face in her pussy and flicked at the top of her slit with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh, my God…FUCK!” she said, putting one hand on the top of my head and guiding me farther between her legs. “Ummm…you little nasty girl…that feels soooo good on my fuckin’ pussy! Lick it…Mmmmm….yesss!”

I couldn’t believe how much her words inflamed me, and I pushed my tongue between her swollen labia and lapped at her clit eagerly. Felecia grabbed at her own tits, mashing them against her chest and then pushed the left one up, feverishly licking the taut nipple, then sucking it hard into her mouth. I took two fingers and quickly worked them into her sopping wet pussy, pushing in deeply to the base and twisting them around and around, back and forth, until she screamed from the heat my fingers and tongue were generating.

“Oohhh, escort elvankent yeah! Fuck me! Ooohh…God, you little slut, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that!” I groaned and pushed harder into her and she cried out again, “Oh Fuck yeah…God…Nancy…Fuck my pussy just like that, Oh my God!” I wrapped my lips around her clit then and sucked her hard, adding a third finger and working over her steaming cunt as if I were possessed…because I was!

“Oh, God…I’m gonna cum!” Felecia cried! She ground her pussy into my mouth as the first contraction slammed her and with each successive spasm her body shook hard with pleasure. I tore my mouth off her pussy, my fingers still inside, and looked up at her. Her face was contorted as if she was in pain, but her moans told me otherwise. I eased my fingers out of her and when I did, her eyes opened. When she saw me looking up at her, she fell on her knees and pulled me close, burying her tongue in my mouth. Oh, Nicole, she just felt so wonderful, and she tasted so good!

“Your turn,” she giggled, gently pushing me backward onto the floor and whipping off my shorts and panties as fast as she could. When I spread my legs for her to eat my pussy she said, “No, Baby….not that way; here, do this!” She took me by the ankles and pulled my legs together. At first I wasn’t sure what she was doing, but then, holding my ankles together, she began lifting my legs up straight over the top of my head. My ass lifted off the carpet and Felecia wedged her knee under it a little, propping it off the floor.

When both of my feet got up next to my left ear, I realized what she was about to do and I cried out, “Oh…you fucking little slut…mmmmm…oh, yesss!”

My ass was directly in her face now, and I knew my swollen sex lips had to be poking out at her from between my thighs. Felecia held my legs in place with her hands on my thighs and she gingerly began to lick my pussy from this wildly erotic angle. I could feel her tits hanging against my ass cheeks as she licked me. Her tongue didn’t penetrate my pussy yet, she just kept licking the outer lips with the tip, teasing me, my body shaking with the sensation and anticipation. She got closer and closer and closer to my asshole. She was going to lick that too, and I knew that when she did I was going to scream! My little asshole was clenching hard, waiting for that tongue.

The first touch on my anus set me off! I screamed with pleasure and cramping hit me right in the stomach. Felecia wouldn’t let my legs come down, strongly holding them in place while the tip of her tongue rimmed my asshole three or four times. She lapped at my ass then and drove her tongue hard up my gash, deeply forcing its way between my labia and flicking hard at my clit when it got there.

“Oh…Felecia…” I cried, “what are you doing to me? Oh, God, what are you doing….ummm….ahhhh….” She let my legs apart just a little, enough to allow her tongue more freedom to move and she began to slide it up and down my girl slit…from anus to clit…and back and forth! Oh, Nicole, I thought I was going to die! I grabbed at my boobs and gave myself over to the indescribable fire that she was generating between my legs. She sucked at my clitty then and fingered my asshole, and when I told her I was close to cumming she stopped sucking and pointed her tongue, driving it deep into my vagina. My pussy exploded and I saw multiple stars as the orgasm raced through me.

Felecia let my legs down and crawled behind me, cradling me gently in a spooning position. Slowly my body calmed down and when my breathing returned to normal I turned over and we kissed some more. No one kisses like Felecia and we made out together for several more minutes before finally getting up.

For the next few days I thought hard about what I was getting myself into. Every time I thought of Felecia I almost decided to break the date. But then I thought about the future; that I wanted a family, a husband and children, and my thoughts would swing back the other way. It was too hard to think about and I finally decided that I was just too young to make this decision right now. “Just go on the date, Nancy,” I told myself, “go on the date and have fun.”

Friday night came quickly anyway and Felecia rang the bell promptly at 6:45. When she opened the door, she simply took my breath away. She’d gotten her hair cut quite short in a cute little bob and her make-up was perfect, picking up her eyes so perfectly and accentuating her beautiful mouth. She had on a white halter top and no bra and her nipples were hard, clearly outlined through the light material. Her tight royal blue shorts hugged her ass and when she threw her arms around me, I couldn’t resist running my hands down the small of her bare back and along the curvy lines of her cute butt.

“Oh, Nancy…like you look so awesome,” she cooed, and I glanced in the hall mirror. I had to admit, Nicole, I did look my best. I had on some black low-rider jeans that showed off my toned tummy and studded escort emek navel. My light yellow top was very tight with spaghetti straps and a scoop neck (we both were braless), and Felecia ran her finger down my cleavage and gave me goosebumps. “I love this top,” she said. “When did you get this?”

Before I could answer, the bell rang again, and there stood C.J., smiling broadly. “Hey you,” I said smiling back. “Where’s your cousin…Oh, there he is!” C.J. had moved aside and there at the bottom of the stairs stood Teddy. I couldn’t see him too well, the sun was just about gone. “C’mon in for a sec,” I said, “Felecia and I have to go to my room for just a bit.”

C.J. walked right in and gave us both a hug. He told Felecia she looked wonderful but when he looked at me in the brighter light of the living room, his eyes softened and his lips trembled, before he managed to say, “Oh, my God, Nance…you look…you look just great!”

I touched his shoulder and swept my hand down his arm to hold his hand, “Thanks, Cee, You looked beautiful too!” We all laughed.

“C.J. turned as the screen door opened again, and Teddy stepped into the room. “Hey, you two…this is my cousin, Teddy! Teddy…this is Nancy…and this,” C.J. pointed to Felecia, “this is Felecia!”

For a long second neither Felecia nor I said a word. I looked at her face and giggled. There was no doubt about it…Teddy was hot, and she knew it! He was wearing a skin tight purple t-shirt and khaki shorts with sandals. You could tell he was a football player, broad shoulders, and muscular arms (but not obscenely so). His short black hair was spiked so cute and his brown eyes were so dark, they almost looked black. His eyes held Felecia’s for a long time before they spoke.

“Hello, Teddy,” she said very evenly. I giggled, I couldn’t help it! I knew she was impressed, her whole body showed it.

Teddy didn’t even say hi to her. He turned to C.J. and said, “Oh yes, Cee…you weren’t kidding, she’s gorgeous!”

He said it so perfectly cool, that Felecia blushed. “We’ll be back in a minute, c’mon, Nance.”

Retreating to the bedroom, she and I clasped hands and almost laughed out loud. “Oh, my goodness, like is he the gorgeous one?” I whispered enthusiastically.

“No shit!” Felecia echoed. “He can take me right now!” Gales of laughter followed, the guys had to hear us in the living room! We pulled ourselves together enough to grab our purses and our sandals and giggle our way out to the car.

“What’s so funny, Babe?” C.J. asked as he helped me into the car.

I turned and kissed him on the cheek, “Nothin’…just girl stuff…” Then I whispered in his ear, “Did you bring any condoms, Cee?”

C.J.’s whole body jerked with surprise, and he looked at me with a pleased shock on his face, “Uhhh…yeah…yesss!”

And then I shocked him again, “Did you bring some for Teddy?” and I winked at him.

C.J. grinned broadly, “Yup, we brought plenty!”

I smiled and reached out, putting one hand on his shoulder. I gave him a quick peck on the lips and said, “Good…then we’re ready; let’s go have some fun!”

And we did too, Nicole, we had a blast. All our friends were there, even Nikki. All of us danced and played pool and ate a lot of pizza. C.J. was even a lot more fun as a date than he ever was as just a friend; but maybe that was because I was looking forward to the trip home.

And he tested me, also. One time when I was leaning over the table to take a shot in pool, he leaned on top of me, presumably to help me line it up. But just as I was going to hit the ball, he hissed in my ear, “Nance…I’m gonna fuck you soooo good!” and I completely missed the cue ball!

But I regained my composure, and turned to him, smiling shyly. I stepped into his space and put my lips up against his as if to kiss him, and said into his mouth, “I know…I can’t wait!” Then I licked his lower lip with the tip of my tongue. You should have seen him, Nicole; he reached for me quickly, but I scurried around the table just out of his reach. He chased me a little, but the bathroom door was right there, so I just stepped inside. After peeing I went back out. C.J. was over by the soda dispenser getting a couple cokes.

I went over and poked him in the ribs almost causing him to drop one of the drinks and we sat down in a corner and sipped them together. “It’s almost time to leave, don’t ya’ think,” he said with a gleam in his eye!

“I do, I think we need enough time for this, I don’t want to have to rush home.” I took him by the arm and squeezed it.

C.J. looked deeply into my eyes and said, “Like you’re sure about this, right Nance? We’ve always had so much fun together; I don’t want to spoil what we have!”

“I’m really sure…” I replied. “I’ve been thinking about it all week and I really want to do it.”

C.J. put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me close, holding me for several minutes. He was breathing hard and so was I. The tension was building…but it was the good kind. I was very excited and my stomach was churning with desire. There was an itch in my pussy tonight that I knew only one thing would satisfy. Looking around for Teddy and Felecia, I said to him, “Well…if we’re going to go, we need to find our two other lovebirds! Where do you think they are?”

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Ever since Rebecca and I were young, we had always spent the first week of summer ‘camping out’ in the backyard. Normally after a few nights we would give up and end up sleeping inside; but this year we were finally 18, and decided to take our camping trip by the river not far from where we lived.

You wouldn’t classify mine and Rebecca’s friendship as a normal one; I had moved in with her at the age of 13 and become a part of her family. Now at the age of 18, Rebecca had blossomed into a very attractive woman, and for months now I had been struggling to control my sexual thoughts about her. The truth had come out last week at a party, when in a very drunken state, I started to kiss Rebecca; to my surprise though she did not hesitate to kiss back. When we arrived home that night I found her naked on my bed; her hands caressing me and her lips whispering promises of an erotic weekend away. I awoke the next morning not too sure whether it had all been a dream, and I desperately hoped that Rebecca’s words were not just empty promises.

I stepped into Rebecca’s room and asked “Ready to go yet?”

“Just 2 more minutes,” she replied as she put on a skirt to cover her cute toned arse.

Rebecca looked at herself in the mirror; she had long blonde hair that was only complimented by her bright blue eyes and the softest tan skin. Her body was also to die for, her toned legs and abs gave way to a huge set of DD cups which sat perfectly.

Throughout the years many of our friends and family had commented on how Rebecca and I had similar appearances. The only characteristics that set us apart were my black hair and my tits which sat at a perky c cup; we both still sported the bright blue eyes, toned body and darkened skin due to many hours of lounging around the pool.

As Rebecca finished getting ready I couldn’t help but stare as she bent over to grab her bags. I wasn’t surprised to see that she was not wearing any underwear, and was pleased to see her tight shaved pussy, the sight sent a wave of lust through my body, longing for our camping trip to begin.

“All done now Alex” said Rebecca with a smirk, almost as if she had caught me staring.

As we finished setting up our tents about an hour or two later, we decided that it was time for a swim in the river. I had already made my way down to the water’s edge, just waiting for Rebecca to finish getting ready, as usual.

I watched as Rebecca came out of the tent in a tight white t-shirt and black lacy underwear; her nipples already visible through her shirt.

“I forgot my bathers at home,” said Rebecca, “this will have to do for now,” she smiled.

Rebecca already looked hot enough as it was, I could not even begin to imagine what she’d look like once she got wet. It was going to be a good camping trip.

As it was only the beginning of summer, the water had not yet warmed up, this was going to be a chilling experience for both of us, but we were never ones to back down. I watched as Rebecca dipped her toes into the river, dikmen escort bayan a shiver ran through her body as her nipples became rock hard.

Almost in embarrassment, Rebecca grabbed her tits and turned the other way, the thought of her touching her hard nipples arousing me even further. I slowly walked in, hoping Rebecca would follow. As I stepped into the river, the icy water made my nipples so hard that they now poked straight through my bikini. As I walked in deeper, I felt the icy water hit my clit, sending a sudden flash of pleasure through my body, causing me to softly moan.

I hoped Rebecca hadn’t heard me as she slowly followed me into the river. Rebecca dived into the water and as she slowly emerged, her now see through shirt revealed her perfect tits and rock hard nipples, as it clung to her toned body. After wiping the water off her face, Rebecca walked towards me, her body was soaking wet.

She looked down at her nipples, giving them a light tweak, “Nothing you haven’t seen before,” she winked. I was at a loss for words. Rebecca’s hot body was only inches away from mine, our tits touching,

and our lips so close. As she stared at me with her bright blue eyes, she brushed her fingers over my clit, as we both let out a silent moan.

With the most soft and seductive voice I have ever heard, she whispered in my ear, “Are you ready for the best camping trip of your life?”

By the time we got out of the river it was already dark, we quickly made ourselves something to eat, before headed inside the tent. This was the moment I’d been waiting for so long, Rebecca had been such a tease all day, and just the thought of what the night had in store for us sent shivers of pleasure through my body.

I quickly changed into a pair of sexy white lace underwear that barely covered my arse, and a white satin top that revealed my navel and lower stomach, as well as a bit of cleavage. I sat down on my sleeping bag, and hoped Rebecca would like my new pajamas.

I watched as Rebecca, who was facing away from me, removed her soaking wet undies and bent forward, allowing me once again to have a perfect view of her arse and pussy. She slowly ran her hands from her ankles, up across the back of her sexy long legs. They ran over her arse, giving it a light spank, before pulling her wet shirt from her body.

Rebecca was naked in front of me and I was beginning to really struggle to control myself, she was being such a tease. Rebecca then turned around as she began to caress her tits, making her nipples harden at her touch. I kept my eyes focused on her hands, but quickly glanced up to her face.

She was biting her lip and through her messy hair, her eyes shot a look of pure lust and seduction at me. She ran her hands down towards her perfect stomach and let them linger around her hips.

“Do you like what you see Alex?” she whispered. I nodded, my self control slipping even further as she began to play with her clit and let out a soft moan.

“I elvankent escort bayan have a little surprise for you,” she said as she revealed a tiny metal stud that went through her clit, “I thought you’d enjoy it.”

With those words, I could no longer control myself and I crawled over to Rebecca and flicked her new piercing with my tongue. She let out a soft moan as I began to lick her clit, slowly swirling my tongue around her piercing. As I began to lick faster, so did her breathing, till finally she let out a gasp of pleasure, placing her foot up on the esky and her hands on the back of my head.

She pushed her clit into my mouth and I began to suck hard on her piercing, her moans becoming louder. While still sucking on her clit, I ran my hands up her inner thighs, making my way up to her tight pussy that was already dripping in ecstasy. I quickly pushed two of my fingers into her pussy as she let out a load moan and pushed my head closer to herself.

I pulled my fingers out of her soaking pussy and stood up, “It’s time for you to taste your pussy Rebecca,” I said, my fingers already being sucked inside her mouth.

Rebecca then moved from my fingers to my lips, as she began to passionately kiss me, pushing me onto the tent floor. She removed my top and began to kiss my neck, slowly working her way to my hard nipples, continually teasing them with her tongue.

“You still have to make me cum,” said Rebecca as she placed my fingers by her pussy.

“I don’t think that is going to be too hard,” I said as we continued to kiss. I started to tease her pussy with my fingers, tapping on her clit, then beginning to fuck her tight slit faster and faster.

I turned Rebecca onto her back so I could get a better angle. I shoved three and then four of my fingers into her pussy, almost fisting her, and began to fuck her hard and fast. Her moans became screams and I was struggling to control myself as I watched her body approach orgasm.

I began to suck on her clit again, while still fucking her pussy with my fingers. Rebecca let out a final scream before squirting all her juices all over my face and tits. The thought of being covered in her cum was almost too much to handle and although Rebecca lay there experiencing the aftermath of her orgasm, I sat on her face and thrust my pussy towards her tongue.

Rebecca pushed my body off hers, “My new piercing was not the only surprise I had planned for you tonight Alex,” she said as she regained her breath before pulling a scarf out of her bag and began to tie my arms behind my back. The thought of being tied up was so erotic and I could not wait to see what my next surprise was.

Rebecca lay me down on the floor and began to kiss and suck on my nipples, running her fingers around my clit and giving it a light pinch. The touch of her hands and lips was slowly sending me over the edge.

“Ready for your surprise?” she whispered in my ear. I watched as Rebecca pulled a purple vibrator out of her emek escort bayan bag.

“Surprise, surprise.” Rebecca said seductively.

I let out a moan of excitement as she began to suck on the end of the thick vibrator, shoving it as deep as she could down her throat, sometimes gagging when she pushed too far. She then placed the tip of it

on my clit, turning it on. The sudden purr of the vibrator sent pleasure throughout my body and I could not help but let out a moan.

Rebecca then lead the vibrator down to my pussy as she turned it on to full speed, this time I let out a moan of frustration. I began to wish I wasn’t tied up, I wanted Rebecca to fuck deep inside my pussy, and I could no longer bare her teasing.

“You’re going to enjoy this aren’t you?” Rebecca asked waiting for a reply.

“Yes Rebecca, I can’t wait for you to fuck me with your vibrator,” I replied as I tried to untie the scarf behind my back.

“I think I’m going to enjoy it first.” Rebecca said as she slowly inserted the vibrator into her soaking pussy. She crawled towards me and knelt just above my face, her pussy just too far away to taste and she began to fuck herself slowly.

“Poor Alex, you must be dying for me to make you cum.” Rebecca said as she pulled the vibrator out of her pussy and pushed it into my mouth, letting me taste her pussy for the second time that night.

Rebecca then placed the tip of the vibrator on my clit, moving it around, slowly making its way to my pussy.

“Is this what you wanted?” Rebecca said as she pushed the tip of the vibrator into my pussy.

“Yes.” I whispered as I softly moaned, trying to push the vibrator deeper into my pussy longing to be fucked hard and fast.

“Are you sure you don’t want more?” she asked seductively, “tell me what you want Alex.”

“Fuck my pussy.” I said softly with a whimper, Rebecca slowly moved her mouth down to my clit and began to suck on it as she flicked it with her tongue.

My pussy was dripping wet and I could no longer take Rebecca’s constant teasing.

“Fuck my pussy Rebecca!” I screamed at her almost begging. As my screams echoed in the tent, Rebecca shoved the whole vibrator in my pussy. After the initial thrust Rebecca began to slam the vibrator in my pussy as I continued to scream and I could feel my orgasm approaching fast.

“Are you going to squirt for me Alex?” she said as she continued to pound the vibrator deep into my wet pussy. Rebecca then increased her speed and placed her other hand on my clit and began to rub it.

“I want you to squirt all over my body and cover me in your cum,” she ordered. And with that final demand, my body began to tremble as I began to squirt all over Rebecca’s perfect DDs.

I watched as she pulled up on my clit and then began to soak her face in my juices, opening her mouth so she could taste me.

“You taste so good,” Rebecca said as she rubbed my cum around her body, “I can’t wait to have more,” she winked.

Within about 20 minutes, we were both lying in each other’s arms. As I held Rebecca close to me and started to drift to sleep, I could not help but be thankful for such a great best friend. It surely had been a great start to our camping trip, and I hoped that the following nights would continue to be just as exciting and memorable.

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He was so hard now that it hurt. His balls ached and he really needed to come soon. As the woman looked at him, he knew she would be the one to get his first load. Her lips were quickly wrapped around the shaft of his penis. Her head moved up releasing him so that she could lick across the pee slit before taking it back into her throat. Each down stroke ended with him fully enveloped by her warm mouth. Twice she stopped the fellatio to kiss the tip and shaft of his cock, whilst her hands squeezed his scrotum and gripped the slick shaft. It was not long before he grunted, his ball sack tightening, and he sprayed semen into her mouth. The second spurt hit her face and the third landed on her hair, mixing with the come from other previous partners. She smiled and moved onto the next man.

She was too busy sucking two cocks at once to notice the new arrival. He pushed himself quickly into her well lubricated pussy. She gasped but kept sucking. Although she hadn’t seen him approach, she was glad he had stuffed what must be an enormous dick into her. She loved the feel of him slamming in and out of her, her clit was being scraped across the tabletop bringing her close to orgasm. Just as suddenly as it arrived the cock in her pussy withdrew and she felt the wetness of him coming across her back. In frustration she grabbed one of the cocks in her mouth and directed the guy to put it in her needy cunt. She let out a moan as he entered her and was soon on the cusp of orgasm again. Although he had just been receiving a great blowjob he had not thought he was ready to come, but when her body shook and her pussy gripped him harder he realised he was about to burst. Unable to withdraw in time he simply held himself deep in her spasming cunt, spraying his seed into her furthest depths. The cock in her mouth also let go with a wad of come, emptying his balls on her face and head.

The bindings were not so tight as to restrict movement, but still held him firmly to the bed. A blonde woman straddled his chest, her groin in his face, a redhead sat on his belly, his cock in her pussy, the third was raven haired, madly licking his balls as she lay between his wide spread legs. His face was covered in the pussy juice of more than one woman, his tongue was aching and his nose itched where the pubic hair scratched it. Finally the blonde came, her clit pushed into his nose and her come escort dikmen coating his chin again. She lifted herself off of his chest and walked away towards a giant black man who had been watching her. Thinking he would get some time off, he closed his eyes, savouring the sensation of the woman on his cock. It was therefore a shock to have a new pussy put in front of his lips. He looked up to see the raven haired girl grinning at him, and then she forced her sopping wet fanny onto his mouth.

A ring of spectators now surrounded the black and the blonde. His dick was enormous, bigger than any of the other guests. She was very wet and wanted to feel him inside her. The man had come twice already, both times spraying a massive amount of semen over the girl in question. Neither time had he been able to insert his manhood into the girl, satisfying himself with hand and tit fucks. This time he hoped to fill a pussy, the blond had prepared for him by getting herself tongued off. He sat in a chair, his well toned body and massive erection visible to all. She walked over to him, rubbing a hand over her clit, and looked at his cock.

Without hesitation she spread her legs over his and positioned the tip of his glans below her dripping snatch. Taking a deep breath she lowered herself onto his lap. The tip of his penis flattened, bulging wider until it slid into the wet sheath of her sex. She stopped when half of it was inside her, the feeling more intense than anything she had experienced before. His hand reach around and flicked at her clit, it was enough to give her an orgasm, releasing a fresh wave of lubrication and allowing more of his cock to slide home. She could feel the head of his penis further inside her than anything had ever been, she didn’t know how much more she could take. Having been in this situation before he knew just what to do. He gripped her hips and lifted her up, then slid her back down, establishing a rhythm that she followed. Every now and then he pulled her down a little bit further, until she was aware that his balls were hitting her thighs. Not quite believing she had done it she stopped with him fully inside her, and used her hands to feel.

The crowd applauded her effort, none had seen such a big cock fit into a pussy. Her cunt was so stretched that the clitoris was touching his dick, when she began to fuck escort elvankent him again, she could feel every vein on his shaft rub it. So much juice was coming from her that his scrotum was dripping and a pool of it had formed under his ass. She felt so tight on him, gripping the huge cock hard that he didn’t notice she was coming continuously now. She could feel his glans inside her and her clit felt so big she thought it would burst, her whole body was shuddering in orgasm. She fainted with pleasure, it was his orgasm that brought her back. He felt her go limp and held her, still pumping her up and down on his manhood till he too came. The wads of sperm he fired into her pussy woke her up, they filled the already packed space in her cunt, then squirted out of her, across both their legs. The hot jism seemed never ending, spraying the chair and floor. She felt his cock deflate slowly and stood off of his lap. Between her legs the stretched walls of her pussy made a popping noise as his dick slid out, followed by a trail of semen. It ran down her legs as she leant over and licked his penis clean.

In the corner a bespectacled old man was slowly stroking his cock. As he watched the coupling in front of him he would speed up or slow down his masturbation. The ratio of males to females meant that while the males were recovering the females could grab a newly fresh cock and carry on. He was rather pleased with his choices this month. All the women were nymphomaniacs and the men had taken viagra to increase their stamina. He had been sucked off twice already, both times by women who were without a partner. Now he would have his choice. He stood up and banged his cane on the floor. The crowd fell silent and all eyes turned to him. He swung the cane horizontally from left to right then back, stopping with it pointed at the tall raven haired beauty. She walked across the room and knelt at his feet. Her mouth opened and he pushed his cock inside.

Her full lips closed around the shaft and began to slide up and down it. He reached down and held onto her head, controlling the timing as he fucked her face. The other groups in the room went back to their own pleasures. The old man pulled the woman off his dick and made her stand up. His hand went to her crotch, feeling her cum soaked nether lips, and inserted two fingers. She smiled and opened escort emek her legs, raising one to the arm of his chair, so he could get better access. He proceeded to insert a third and fourth finger, his thumb rubbed her massively swollen clitoris. She began to pinch and massage her nipples, a moan escaping her lips. It was his turn to kneel. His arm was now at such an angel that he was able to push his whole hand into her pussy. She moaned again and began to tremble as orgasm approached. With slow determination he fed more and more into her until his fingers ran out of space. When he began to fist fuck her she came, letting out a scream of joy. Her cunt clasped his wrist as it slid in and out, her internal muscle went into spasm. She was forced to lean on his shoulders or fall over. The sensation was one she loved and it always gave her a mind blowing climax.

When she had stopped trying to suck his wrist into her womb he pulled it out making a wet slurping sound as he did so. He stood and directed her to lean over the arm of his chair, exposing her lovely butt to him. Using some of her own juices he lubricated her asshole. His erection had stayed firm through the fisting and soon began to push against her back door. The tip forced its way through her tight sphincter, widening the hole. When he was fully inside her he reached round and gabbed her left tit. He squeezed the nipple as he fucked ass, letting go to rub her clit, then returning to the nipple. She came before he did, her hips bucking against the chair. It was not long till he followed suit, filling her ass with his seed. He held his cock in her as he spurted several wads into her rectum. When he removed his penis, the hole it left stayed open and a trickle of semen ran down her ass crack, down her leg and onto the floor by his chair.

The orgy was running down now, most of the guys were spent and the gals sated. The only couple still standing were both women. They were standing near the window in a close embrace. Their tongues were fighting and their pussies rubbing. The blonde had no pubic hair on her pronounced mound, the brunette had a neatly trimmed muff. Soon more friction was needed and each supplied a hand to fuel the fire of their lust. The blonde played with the long dangling pussy lips of her lover, twisting and pinching the flesh. The brunette pushed two fingers into the moist pussy of the blonde. She used the palm of her hand to excite the clitoris, squashing it under its hood. Soon both noticed the other breathing raggedly. They broke the kiss each in their own world of ecstasy. In a moment of pure bliss they both came together, forcing the others hand against their sex.

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Wilfred took a peek inside his daughter’s bedroom. Thankfully, Gladys and her boyfriend didn’t do anything naughty. In fact, they had already finished their homework assignments for math class. But that was not what intrigued Wilfred at the moment. Gladys currently spent her time giving her boyfriend Oliver a fresh perspective. She had finished examining his new appearance.

She smiled. “That looks so good on you.”

Oliver, an eighteen-year-old senior in high school, did indeed change. Gladys had mentioned to her father that she wanted to mold her boyfriend into someone that she would be more comfortable with. As a result, she gave Oliver a feminine makeover. He had cut his brown hair to a style commonly associated with today’s pop stars. He wore a bright red t-shirt and a pair of tight black jeans. He used to look like a standard nerd at school. But Gladys had slowly transformed him into a feminine young man. She had become successful in her personal endeavors. Oliver had grown a more womanlike stance in terms of his body and mind.

However, he didn’t seem too sure of this. “I don’t know, Gladys. I’m just not feeling it. Am I really looking good like this?”

Gladys laughed. “You’re fine. You’re just the way I want you to be. You should feel the same.”

Oliver scratched the side of his neck. “I’m not there yet, to be honest.”

“Oh, don’t feel so bad. Everyone in math class will admire you more because of me.”

Oliver sounded as if he tried to fake a laugh, but failed to do so. “I hope you’re right.”

Wilfred stayed silent as he observed the progress initiated by his eighteen-year-old daughter. Her smartphone started to vibrate and she picked it up to see who called. After a brief conversation, she hung up and told Oliver that she would be paying one of her friends a visit.

“Her house is just a few blocks away. I’ll be gone in about an hour or so. Just stay here and start your science homework without me.”

Oliver nodded. “Alright, I’ll stay. I’ll be good. I promise.”

Gladys kissed him on the cheek and grabbed her notebook from her desk. Wilfred had already left for the living room in silence as she exited her bedroom. She told her father the same words that he had just listened to.

He replied, “Stay safe out there.”

As soon as she left the house, Wilfred crept back into the hallway and, once again, took a peek inside his daughter’s bedroom. Oliver was now standing in front of the mirror hanging on the wall. He slid his fingers across his short hair. He still didn’t appear to grasp any sort of confidence regarding the outcome of Glady’s intrusion.

Wilfred would be the exact opposite. In fact, he couldn’t stop staring at the newly feminine twelfth-grader standing in Glady’s bedroom. At first, he did have doubts whether or not his own daughter would pull it off. And by the end, his skepticism had faded away. He admired her dedication. Her most passionate objective had eventually become something that Wilfred would never want to overlook.

Oliver, while still unaware that someone was watching, gazed out the window. The beach had grown tranquil during the sunset. Wilfred’s two-story house stood on the coast, with the sand standing between the water and the neighborhood. The city of Oxnard had died down from the standard suburban hustle and bustle. Civilians finally had the chance for some sweet repose after a hard day’s work. The rainy season had finally ended in Southern California, and now in the middle of March, everyone had the opportunity to enjoy a calm and cool weekday. The first day of Spring would be approaching soon.

Oliver had folded his arms across his chest as he examined the few remaining beachgoers that roamed the coast. The last rays of the setting sun blended well with the partially cloudy sky. It was a sight that Wilfred himself had grown fond of ever since he moved his family here. And now, he found yet another image that lured him directly into a sense of bliss. He eyed Oliver from top to bottom. The young man was skinny and short, just barely an inch taller than Gladys. His new appearance made him more adorable than ever. And Wilfred gained a better appreciation for Oliver’s presence in the house.

He could stare at Oliver all day and night. His newly feminine style was quite alluring to the middle-aged eyes. At forty-two years of age, Wilfred had never met someone who was so handsome. He couldn’t stop dikmen escort bayan smiling. He could feel an erection forming behind his pants. He had forgotten his wife as he remained fixated with Glady’s project.

“You’re looking good.”

Oliver turned around and gave Wilfred a little smile. “You really think so?”

Wilfred stepped forward. “Glady is right. This really suits you. You shouldn’t be ashamed for what she’s done to you. The old you is gone, and now we have one that really makes me proud.”

Even Oliver’s light chuckle sounded more girly than usual. “I’m glad you like it. I was nervous about this the whole time.”

Wilfred stepped even closer. “It’s a damn good job.”

He now stood in front of Oliver, who appeared slightly surprised by how close the older man was. Wilfred leaned in and smelled Oliver’s neck and shoulder. The scented aroma made his exhale heavily through his nostrils. He even enjoyed the smell.

Oliver cleared his throat. “Is there a problem?”

Wilfred whispered, “No, not at all. You are incredible, you know. She made you extraordinary.”

“Thanks.”

Wilfred brought Oliver’s arm up with his hands. The warmth and hairless skin made Wilfred want to take a step further than usual. He did the unthinkable by kissing Oliver’s hand.

Oliver didn’t move. His eyes had widened. He didn’t know what else to do when his girlfriend’s father had initiated a romantic gesture.

Wilfred kissed Oliver’s arm twice. “How does that make you feel?”

Oliver took a deep breath. “Very confused.”

“Don’t be.”

Wilfred took it further by kissing Oliver’s forehead. Oliver’s entire body shivered at the sensuous motion. Wilfred never stopped. He kept moving forward with his advances while already expecting the shocked reaction that followed it. He had forgotten about his wife and his daughter. They became fleeting memories when Oliver stood right in front of him. Wilfred brought the younger man’s chin up with one finger. The kiss on the lips was official. Oliver didn’t move. He just had Wilfred take control.

The kiss was warm and moist. There would be no errors that brought it down to a worsening condition. When Wilfred stopped, he immediately noticed Oliver’s shocked expression. Gladys’s boyfriend would have never predicted anything like this.

Wilfred whispered, “Take off your shirt.”

Oliver asked, “Are you sure about this?”

Wilfred chuckled. “Don’t question it. Just do what I want you to do.”

Oliver, despite the uncertainty, stepped back and took off his bright red shirt before dropping it on the hardwood floor. Wilfred slowly licked his upper lip. Seeing Oliver shirtless made him more determined to start a brand new direction for their relationship.

He lightly growled. “Now, that is good.”

Oliver couldn’t stop trembling. “Now what?”

“Your shoes, your jeans, and your underwear. Take them off.”

Oliver did exactly that. He got took off his shoes and got rid of the rest of his clothing. He now stood naked in front of Wilfred, who greatly appreciated the development that arose from Oliver’s makeover. He was indeed a slim young man. Comparing him to the football players at school would be pointless.

Wilfred couldn’t help but smile. “You are beautiful.”

Oliver seemed to fake his own smile. “…Thanks.”

And then, he realized his situation. Oliver quickly turned around in shame.

“Fuck, man! Why am I doing this?”

His embarrassment showed in his tone of voice.

Wilfred stepped forward and seized him by the shoulders. He whispered in Oliver’s ear, “Don’t be afraid. I really mean what I said. You’re beautiful. Gladys did a wonderful job on you. I would never want you to back out of this. This really suits you.”

“It does?”

“Oh, yeah. It does.”

Wilfred kissed him on the neck. It was a light touch, but Oliver suddenly moaned from such a delicate act.

The older man looked down at Oliver’s visible buttocks. He imagined himself engaging in a very meticulous insertion. But first, he reached down from behind and grabbed Oliver’s erection with his right hand. He began to stroke it with his fingers.

Oliver shivered. The gentle caress gave him a reason to say, “Oh…you’re really doing this?”

Wilfred replied, “Yes, I am.”

He held Oliver with his left arm as he continued to move his fingers elvankent escort bayan up and down the shaft. Oliver held on to his arm as he took deeper breaths. His hips moved to the rhythm of the fingers. His moaning grew a little louder. Wilfred could feel his own bulge growing underneath his pants. He brought Oliver closer to him and showed him that he had an erection as well. He thrust his hidden dick against Oliver’s two cheeks.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?”

Oliver gasped. “Yes…yes, it does.”

Wilfred kept thrusting his hips against Oliver’s buttocks while keeping his fingers at a moderate pace around the dick that he aimed for. A rush of energy had swept through Wilfred’s frame of mind and provided an opportunity that he would never dare to evade. Oliver’s obedience brought a new dimension to play with.

Wilfred’s fingers accelerated. “You’re such a gentle little man. I would never want to let you go.”

He gave another kiss when Oliver turned his head to the side. It felt more magical than the first. Their embrace was a perfect addition to this new exploration. Wilfred’s fingers were now swift as they gave Oliver a chance to release his load. The younger man breathed deeply as if the thought of ecstasy raced through him and ended up as a permanent style from within.

He moaned with the appropriate feminine tone. “Oh, it’s coming!”

Wilfred’s actions were justified. Oliver squirted his semen out of his cock and down on the hardwood floor. A small puddle had formed as Wilfred stopped stroking the cock. Oliver relaxed his muscles after finishing his ejaculation. Wilfred stepped back and observed his progress. So far, he admired the view from his daughter’s bedroom. There would be no one else to replace Oliver. The result of his release was a pleasing sight.

Wilfred sighed. “You’re the best.”

Oliver, still shocked by this current development, kept his eyes wide open. His body still trembled, which made him appear more innocent because of his inexperience.

“What now?”

Wilfred was glad that he asked that. “You won’t be the only one who brings his seed out in the open.”

He took off his pants and boxer shorts. He flung them away and showed off his own erection. His long hard cock had been completely stiff for quite some time. Oliver stared at it in silence.

Wilfred gave simple instructions. “Get down on your knees.”

Oliver didn’t have any objections. He did indeed get down on his knees.

Wilfred stepped forward. “Now do the same for me. Stroke my cock hard.”

Oliver’s dick still had drops of semen still seeping out of its small opening. It didn’t grow limp just yet. It stayed firm as Oliver reached out and grabbed Wilfred’s dick with his hands. He caressed it with his own fingers, and now it was Wilfred’s turn to feel the sensation. He took off his shirt, resulting in him completely naked just like Oliver. The younger man continued to move his fingers back and forth, the cock in the center feeling stronger than ever. Nothing would stop his performance. This was the sort of handjob that deserved five-star reviews. Oliver, despite his lack of experience, managed to perform so gracefully with a more subservient status.

He pointed the cock right at his chest. “Oh, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

He leaned over and kissed the tip of the cock with his gentle lips. He even licked it without hesitation. Wilfred enjoyed the spectacle that he had started. Oliver’s submissiveness was a welcome change to his usual self. His feminine characteristics suited him well. Wilfred would never dare to take him back to the normal and boring identity that he had been stuck with.

Oliver didn’t quit. He stroked Wilfred’s cock while still licking the tip. This seductive movement could have easily belonged to Wilfred’s wife, but seeing as how she was out of the house, Oliver became a suitable substitute. In fact, Wilfred couldn’t deny that Oliver seemed to do it a lot better than she ever would.

The older man whispered, “Don’t give up on that dick. I want to see it splash on your chest.”

Oliver’s fingers picked up speed. A stirring sensation had come out of hiding from within Wilfred’s body. He could feel the gears getting ready for the finale. Oliver kept the cock pointed at his chest. His willingness to be doused by Wilfred’s ingredients prevented any negative attitudes that the emek escort bayan latter could have picked up. The young man, still entranced by the massive cock in front of him, managed to keep things going. He made certain that the cock would be able to perfect its expulsion when the stimulus exceeded all expectations.

“Oh, I want it. I want it all on me.”

Wilfred breathed through his clenched teeth. The adrenaline inside him experienced an overflow. He could feel the sensation from within growing more apparent.

“That’s right. I want it all on you.”

The climax became reality. His cock squirted warm and creamy cum, all of which landed on Oliver’s chest and neck. Oliver stayed put. He gasped when the semen collided with his skin. It now started sliding down his chest and neck. Wilfred finished his ejaculation and finally relaxed. He looked down and discovered his latest creation. Oliver’s overall performance paid off. The cum matched well with his bright and hairless skin. The eighteen-year-old servant appeared so innocent when he was on his knees. His womanly behavior would win anybody over if they ever wanted him to do their bidding.

Wilfred smiled. “Now that is amazing.”

Oliver didn’t touch the semen that stuck to his body. “I’m that good?”

“Oh, yes. You’re fucking incredible.”

“Well…that’s good to know.”

Wilfred wasn’t finished. He still wanted to use the young man. He still had plenty of testosterone to utilize in the best way possible. He brought Oliver up from his knees and turned him around. He held him tightly as he inserted his erect cock deep inside him. Oliver moaned like a hybrid of a lady and a gentleman. With such a massive dick inside him, he had no other option but to receive it. And so far, he only held a positive reception. He didn’t escape from Wilfred’s embrace. Instead, he went along with it. He became the receiver once again. Wilfred thrust his cock in and out of him. He kept his hips in a steady rhythm. Both men engaged in a frontal dance made possible by their hips.

Oliver had so much to handle. He released his seed on the floor, collected Wilfred’s own on his body, and now he had to feel the mixture of pleasure & pain when the cock inside him struck the right spots from within. Wilfred adored the compliance that Oliver had achieved today. There would be no other person that would do things right if it weren’t for Gladys’s willingness to change her boyfriend. Good luck had emerged from her personal program.

Wilfred and Oliver kissed each other. Their zealous embrace led them to delve further into their new relationship. Neither of them want to bring it all to a halt. Wilfred continued to thrust his cock deep into the hole.

Oliver, on the other hand, relished his brand new role in the house. “Yes, fuck me! Don’t stop fucking me.”

Wilfred remained steadfast in his forward propulsion. His acceleration proved to be successful as Oliver’s moans grew louder and his movements grew more womanlike. The older man’s cock grew fierce. The ravenous appetite from within could have burst at any second. His powerful thrusts made Oliver weak in the knees. The younger man had to take quicker breaths because of the unbreakable momentum that he and his companion had shared.

Wilfred pinned him against the wall, which made it easier for him to pound the twelfth grader with brute strength. He mustered up all of his stamina to produce the perfect infiltration. He wanted to fill Oliver up with his cum. He yearned for a major improvement in their relationship. He wanted Oliver to stay like this forever.

The feminine man turned his head to the side and showed his wide-open eyes to Wilfred. “Oh, it feel so good! Your dick feels so good!”

That was what Wilfred wanted to see. He felt his eruption being brought to life. He thrust his cock deep inside Oliver as his ejection became official. Oliver’s hole was now flooded with human cream. A powerful climax ended with pure relaxation. Both men returned to a state of tranquility.

With his dick still inside Oliver, Wilfred whispered, “I like you better this way.”

He kissed Oliver’s neck once more. Oliver moaned, “I do, too.”

They held each other as they shared another kiss. The room had grown silent. The cum on the hardwood floor, as well as the ones in and out of Oliver’s body, would dry up soon. Wilfred expected a warm shower for the two of them. The entire encounter had become his favorite connection. He felt convinced that daughter had made the right choices, especially the one that made Oliver who he was today. He would never want Oliver to leave him. The two of them would most likely enjoy each other’s company a whole lot more, and that was a big plus for him.

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Aidan. Lila shook with rage as she stormed into camp. Quinn was following at a rapid pace, but he had allowed her to seethe in silence as they left Ravendorf Manor and returned to their camp. If she was angry, then she would forget about the Lady of Ravendorf until they could get out of Garmisch.

Aidan. The name pounded in Lila’s head over and over. She thought that she had exorcized Aidan a long time ago. She didn’t know if she was more furious that Quinn had compared sweet, innocent Margaret to manipulative, worldly Aidan, or that he was right about her reaction.

Aidan. The memory was a curse. Quinn was right; she had lost control where Aidan had been concerned. It had taken over a year for Lila to recover. Her family had been incredibly patient and supportive. Quinn had watched over her like a hawk, as if he expected her to harm herself. She knew she probably would have if it had not been for her family and Quinn.

Aidan. Lila pushed into her tent, her wrath pulsing through her veins. She could feel it throbbing against her temple. There were starbursts exploding in front of her eyes. She felt nauseous. The world spun as the dark haired woman dropped to her knees, and then fell forward into darkness

Aidan. She made her way up the sloped path toward the walled German city of Rothenberg, the name a song ringing in her ears. A chill hung in the autumn air, the leaves exploding in brilliant color all around her. She stepped through the gate and weaved among the crowds of people on the narrow streets. She carried a basket but did not stop at any of the booths along the market. She made her way by the cathedral and through the town square. She angled her way across a crooked cobblestone street and slipped into an alley. She glanced to her left and right and opened a door. She stepped inside and pulled the hood of her cloak off her dark hair, shaking it out.

Immediately, lips were pressed against hers, a quick tongue invading her mouth. She leaned against the door, returning the kiss. Hands moved to the tie of her cloak, loosening the knots as teeth scraped and tongues dueled. The cloak slipped to the floor with a heavy rustle and delicate hands covered her large breasts.

Aidan’s lips left Lila’s, drifting down her lover’s neck. The gypsy’s skin had a slight chill to it from her brisk walk from the camp but was quickly regaining heat. Her hair held the scent of autumn and Aidan breathed deeply. “Mother has been gone for an hour,” the girl whispered. “I thought you’d never come.”

Aidan stepped away from Lila, allowing the gypsy to admire her. Aidan loved to be adored and Lila loved to look at her lover. Aidan had curly red hair and piercing green eyes. Her mother was from the British Isles and had softened her sharp German features. Her fair skin was a distinct contrast to Lila’s earthy complexion. She had hypnotized Lila from the moment they had met.

Aidan’s gown has made of silk and velvet. The bodice was trimmed with lace. The sleeves clung to her shoulders and hugged the curves of her breasts, barely covering her large, pink nipples. Lila found her eyes focused along the line of the dress, knowing what was beneath the material. A seductive grin touched Aidan’s lips. She sucked her finger into her mouth, and then traced a wet line over the peaks and valley of her breasts.

Lila felt incredibly inadequate. She wore only a simple patterned dress that her mother had stitched. The sleeves were long with a ruffle at the wrist. Tiny hooks secured the dress at the neck. The waist came to a point at her small hips, accentuating her dancer’s body. The skirt was straight and the hem brushed her ankles. She wore a contrasting apron.

The girls were both twenty, but it was the only thing that they had in common. Aidan’s father was a wealthy merchant in Rothenberg. He traveled all over Europe collecting goods to trade. He had even been to the Near East where he had bought silk and spices. Aidan had everything that she wanted. She would continue her life of luxury into old age. She was promised to the son of a distant noble, but she hadn’t given him any thought since Lila had first kissed her three weeks earlier.

Lila never went hungry, but life in the camp was not a life of leisure. She was not a stranger to fine women, and occasionally they had given her expensive gifts. Aidan had servants who did everything for her. Lila sweated over the cook fire and her fingers wrinkled when she washed clothes. Her father, though also a traveler, had hands that were calloused from gathering wood and playing his instrument.

Aidan spun, the tail of the gown billowing about her, and tossed a smile over her shoulder. She said nothing, but gave a slight tilt of her head before starting up the winding stairs. Lila, a love struck smile on her face, followed. When she took her first step, Aidan giggled and began running. Lila shot after her lover, racing up the steps on Aidan’s heels. They were both giggling as they fell on the large feather bed in Aidan’s room. dikmen escort Lila straddled the girl, bending to press her lips to Aidan’s full, red ones. She danced her tongue along the outline of Aidan’s lips, tasting and teasing as Aidan twisted, trying to capture Lila’s tongue. She finally succeeded, imprisoning the dart between her teeth and biting lightly.

Aidan suckled softly before releasing her hostage. Her hands roamed over Lila’s shoulders, searching for the hooks that fastened Lila’s plain dress. The material parted and she dragged her fingernails over Lila’s backbone. Lila felt shivers course through her body as Aidan’s mouth moved over her cheek, down her neck, and to the neckline of the dress. She left a trail of tiny kisses along the neckline, dampening Lila’s skin. The cool air touched the trail as Aidan continued her exploration.

Lila placed her hands on either side of Aidan’s head and pushed herself upward, her lower body pressing into Aidan. Their legs and hips rubbed together, the layers of clothing creating additional friction. Lila rocked her hips, increasing the sensation. Her back arched and her breasts, still enclosed in the rough cotton of the dress, thrust toward her lover. Her nipples pushed against the material. Aidan lifted her head and closed her teeth around one of the buds and tugged.

Lila growled low in her throat, pulling away from Aidan. Aidan licked her lips hungrily as Lila rose and finished removing her clothing. She wore nothing underneath. The autumn sun spilled through the window, making a glow around her shapely body. Her breasts were large and upturned with the nipples focal points in the picture her body painted. Her wild hair billowed around her face and shoulders, concealing part of one breast. Her stomach was flat and faded into her smooth mound. Her legs were muscular, the tendons flexing as she moved toward Aidan.

Aidan came to her knees on the side of the bed as Lila’s legs touched the edge. Aidan smiled, her fingers trailing over the lovely globes, circling puckered nipples. Lila’s breasts tightened, goose bumps breaking out over her skin. Aidan’s mouth followed her hand, her lips closing around the areola. Her tongue rubbed the flesh, the nipple lengthening. Lila lowered her eyes, watching as Aidan’s red mouth suckled. Her cheeks flexed in rhythm.

Aidan broke the contact for a moment, and Lila whimpered, but the connection resumed on the other breast. The air continued the caress and Lila drove her fingers through Aidan’s red hair as the pleasure increased. She tilted her head back, her mouth parted as she panted. Aidan put her hand on the other breast, squeezing, massaging, and stroking.

Lila’s whole body was throbbing in time with Aidan’s ministrations. The light spilling through the window seemed to bend in time with her heart beat. She felt her body careening toward the pinnacle of release. A gentle keening had joined her panting and she was whispering Aidan’s name repeatedly. Aidan intensified her attack, taking more of Lila’s breast into her mouth. Her tongue circled and teased Lila’s flesh. Lila pushed deeper, pulling Aidan’s hair as she rushed nearer to climax.

Spasms started in her breasts and rushed down her abdomen to the juncture of her thighs. For the first time, she became aware of the vicious pulsation in her sex. Aidan’s free hand was there, cupping and stroking her smooth mound without penetrating. Lila’s hips were thrusting back and forth as Aidan’s finger tip slide along her slit, still not finding its way inside. “Please!” Lila screamed.

On command, Aidan slid her finger between Lila’s moist lips and circled the vibrating nub before touching it. Her finger rocked back and forth over Lila’s hard clit. Lila’s entire body was alive and on fire. As Aidan pushed three fingers inside her tunnel, Lila exploded with a rending scream. Aidan did not stop. She kept rubbing her fingers in and out of Lila’s deep hole, curling her fingers and stroking the inner walls. She paused to flick the nub, and then returned to her gentle but quick caress.

As the second orgasm tore through Lila’s body, she thought she would die. She almost fell to the floor, but Aidan caught her lover. Lila slouched forward, trying to catch her breath. Aidan held her lover, keeping her fingers buried as they lay back together. “I love you,” Lila murmured, eyes drooping with the heavy passion. Aidan withdrew slowly, rolling away from Lila while the gypsy dozed. She washed and turned back to the bed. Lila’s eyes were open and she wore a sated smile.

Aidan did not return the smile. Instead, she wore a thoughtful expression as she crossed back to the bed. She sat down on the edge without meeting Lila’s eyes. Lila sat up, the dreamy expression leaving her face. She reached out and put her hand on Aidan’s wrist, grabbing her lover’s attention. “What’s wrong?”

Aidan glanced around her room without answering. Lila followed the green eyes. Except for the bed, the room was practically empty. elvankent escort Packed trunks sat around the room. Lila’s brow crinkled and she frowned as she studied the space. Her mind searched for the connection, but she did not like the only explanation that registered in her head. She did not want to accept the inevitable message. “My father will be home this evening,” Aidan finally answered. “We leave for Pieter’s tomorrow.”

Lila released Aidan and scooted away, pulling her legs close to her body and looking away from her lover. She had avoided thinking about the inevitable, but apparently it had been on Aidan’s mind. All of her beautiful dresses were in the trunks. Tomorrow, the trunks would be loaded into a wagon. Aidan would board a carriage with her mother and father and head toward Pieter Melovic’s Prussian estate.

Aidan moved close to Lila, caressing the smooth, strong calf and thigh. “Don’t pull away from me, Lila. Please don’t close me out on our last day together.” Lila sniffled slightly, tensing beneath the same touch she had craved thirty minutes earlier. Aidan’s caress became more familiar, sliding to the inside of Lila’s thigh. Her fingertips brushed against the outer lips of the gypsy’s mound.

Lila reached down and grabbed Aidan’s wrist, pushing her aggressive partner away. “You can’t fix all problems with sex, Aidan,” she growled, rising from the bed. She wrapped herself in a blanket and went to the window, looking over the jagged rooftops.

“You knew about Pieter,” Aidan insisted. “I told you we would be leaving as soon as Father returned.”

“Don’t go,” Lila pleaded. “Tell your father you don’t want to marry Pieter.”

“It wouldn’t matter to Father what I wanted,” Aidan sighed. Aidan left the bed and crossed to Lila, curling her hands around the girl’s shoulders. She kissed the back of Lila’s neck, inhaling her wonderful scent. “It doesn’t have to end. Come to Prussia with me. You can be my lady in waiting.”

Lila jerked away again, fire in her eyes. “I am no one’s servant.”

“I’m not asking you to be my servant. I’m trying the only way I know how to keep us together. Come to Prussia with me, and Pieter will never question our closeness.”

Lila shook her head. “It’s not the life for me,” she muttered. “I love life in the camp. I adore never being in the same place for too long. I could never give up the music. I don’t want to be cooped up in a castle in Eastern Prussia as your slave girl.”

Aidan grinned playfully. “Hmmm? You don’t want to be my slave girl? I like that thought. Be my slave girl, Lila.” She reached out to caress Lila’s cheek.

“Now is not the time for games.”

“Now is the only time for games if you are not going to follow me to Prussia,” Aidan responded. She took a step back, smiling seductively as she loosened the ties of her dress. It whispered down her body into a pile. She stepped out of the mass of material, taking a step toward Lila again. Even though Lila’s expression was still angry, her eyes were transfixed on Aidan’s body. Aidan removed her corset, her breasts spilling free. They were larger than Lila’s, with coin sized areoles and thick nipples. Her waist was trim and her legs pale. Lila’s eyes focused on the nest of red hair at the juncture of Aidan’s legs. “Are you sure you don’t want to be my slave girl?”

Lila came into Aidan’s outstretched arms. Aidan wrapped her arms around Lila, smiling into her lover’s eyes. Their bodies pressed against each other. Lila could feel Aidan’s nipples rubbing against her skin and the prickle of the middle class woman’s bush brushing against her own smooth sex. Aidan rotated against Lila, controlling her lover with her body. Lila exhaled, trying to ignore the sensations, but she couldn’t defeat her body’s reaction. Her nipples tightened and grew longer. Warmth rushed between her legs, a steady, wet throbbing. Her heart thudded and she pressed closer to Aidan’s body.

They fell back on the bed as they kissed, their tongues fighting for mastery of the other. They rolled until Lila was above the wealthy woman. She straddled the girl, kissing down the valley between Aidan’s breasts. She blew across each nipple, teasing them with light tongue strokes. She used her teeth to nip the plump flesh before trailing her way down Aidan’s stomach.

She pressed her lips together and blew against Aidan’s mound, her shoulders between spread thighs. The curls waved in the breeze, parting a path to the damp slit. Lila’s dancing, teasing tongue glided along the opening. Aidan groaned, thrusting upward. Lila’s tongue slipped between the wet lips, moving along the damp gash and seeking the swollen clit.

Lila made her tongue stiff and rubbed against the nub. She flicked up and down, dragging the length of her tongue along Aidan’s root. Aidan moaned, tightening her thighs around Lila’s head. Lila kept her licking steady, not stopping her assault as Aidan thrashed on the bed.

Aidan’s body stiffened and she cried out. emek escort Her body convulsed violently, slamming up and down on the soft mattress. Her legs clenched on Lila’s head, shutting out all sound. Lila held on, enjoying the wild ride that Aidan gave as she filled her lover’s mouth.

Aidan relaxed slowly, releasing her prisoner. Lila slid upward, kissing Aidan’s stomach again. She teased the large nipples again, touching each one only briefly. She smiled down at Aidan, kissing her lips tenderly. “Do you really want me for your slave girl?” she teased.

“Oh, yes,” Aidan insisted, stroking Lila’s dark hair.

“Run away with me,” Lila whispered impassionedly. “Don’t even tell your father. Just run away with me. You and I will leave tomorrow morning. We can find a place to hide near Heidelberg. That’s where my father is going next. We’ll rejoin the band there.” She paused for a moment, searching Aidan’s face. “Come on, Aidan. Let me show you my world. In time, we can come back here and your parents will understand. We’ll stay away long enough for Pieter to choose someone else.”

“Lila,” Aidan sighed, still fondling her lover’s curls. She couldn’t say more as she looked into the dark eyes begging her to say yes. “It would never work.”

“Why wouldn’t it?”

“My father needs this contact with Pieter for his business. He would hunt us and he would find us. I shudder to think about the way things would be. He would drag me to Prussia and force me to marry Pieter right away. I don’t know what kind of man Pieter is. If he had to wait for me, he might hurt me.”

“That is all the more reason for you to run away with me. Pieter might be violent anyway; he might abuse you. I would protect you. Quinn and my brothers would see that no harm would come to us. They wouldn’t let your father take you away from me.”

Tears clouded Aidan’s eyes as she gazed up at Lila. She could see the sincerity and desire in Lila’s face and hear it in her voice. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It is. Love is always simple. Things aren’t normally simple for people like us. People who love the way we do can’t always love in open, but with the life I lead, we can. There are no barriers in our camp.”

Lila watched Aidan struggle with her decision. The emotions ranged across her face. “Okay!” she finally agreed in a voice breathless and eager. She threw her arms around Lila’s neck. “Okay!”

Lila rose to her knees, smiling broadly. “Okay? Really?” Aidan grinned and nodded, squeezing her lover’s neck. Lila was off the bed and pulling on her clothes. “All right. I’ll go and get ready. I’ll pack everything we need. You bring a small bag and meet me first thing in the morning by the creek.”

Lila came back to Aidan. They embraced again. “You’ll not regret this, Aidan. You’ll see. This will be wonderful. We’ll be together forever.”

“I’ll see you in the morning,” Aidan promised, kissing Lila tenderly. Their lips pressed firmly against each other as they said a sweet good-bye.

Lila felt like racing through town, but she made herself match the pace of the other city dwellers. She weaved again, even more purpose to her steps as she exited through the city gate and headed toward the camp.

The next morning, she waited by the creek, her eye on the road as she waited for Aidan to join her. Two horses were tethered in the trees, ready for their getaway. She had packed her tent and belongings. Her mother had prepared some food for them. She had spent hours talking with her father about the best route to take and when to be in Heidelberg.

Her feelings were mixed. She had never been away from her parents and Quinn, but she was certain that she could take care of her lover. Excitement and a sense of adventure beat in her heart. A smile danced on her lips.

The sun crested the peak of the nearby mountains and rose higher in the sky. Lila waited as the golden orb reached its zenith and started settling in the west. Her heart grew heavier as the evening drew near. As the moon made its first appearance, Lila edged back into town and again found the narrow, jagged alleyway that led to Aidan’s home. The house was dark.

In a daze, Lila wandered back to camp. Why had Aidan changed her mind? She had been so eager when they separated yesterday. Had she gotten nervous? Had her father caught her? Her heart pounding, Lila quickened her pace. If Aidan’s father was forcing his daughter to Prussia, Lila was determined to stop him from taking her lover.

She retrieved the horse loaded with her belongings, and began racing eastward into the approaching night. She rode until sleep overtook her. She woke early the next morning after a fitful night. Traveling alone, she caught the caravan before nightfall. She kept her distance, keeping watch and waiting for the right moment.

She could see Aidan and her family moving among the open field, along with guards her father had hired for the journey. She studied her girlfriend. Aidan didn’t seem to be in any danger. The guards were not following her. She gave no appearance of being coerced. Troubled, Lila lingered on a ridge top trying to determine her next move. Surely Aidan had not changed her mind. She had professed her love to Lila. Lila paused, trying to remember if Aidan had said those words.

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