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I am sitting in the dark, breathing in and out, slowly, with a man I do not know seated directly across from me, hoping he will hypnotize me into forgetting about my broken heart. How I wish with all of my heart, all the broken pieces, that this will work. I have tried conventional and unconventional means – psychotherapy, acupuncture, keeping busy, working more, talking with friends, anti-depressants, time – hoping all these would heal me, but nothing. And now here I am, having found someone reputable – you – in a directory of hypnotherapists. Your ad looked comforting, friendly, and you did not disappoint when you opened your door this evening and invited me into your home, which doubles as your treatment office. The patient before me was just finishing up writing his check – he seemed relaxed and calm, and this reassured me, especially when you informed me that he was being treated for a nicotine addiction. He did not seem the least bit nervous or fidgety. This seemed like an excellent sign to me. I sat in the outer room for a moment, and looked over my shoulder at him as he walked away. He stopped at a trashcan outside your building, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and I thought, “Uh-oh”, but then he took the whole pack, dumped it in the trashcan, and got in his car. Excellent. How nice for him, how encouraging for me.

You smile and I already feel at ease. You were kind to agree to take me at such a late hour, but I work until late each night, and I could not get away earlier. Clearly, you bent over backwards to accommodate me, especially since your schedule had been packed with clients during the day. You do look a little tired, and I feel embarrassed, but you smile again and continue to make me feel comfortable and welcome.

After filling out some insurance forms, I follow you to the treatment room, a tiny but cozy little anteroom with latte-colored walls. There is one light fixture close to the wall with a charming, Venetian lace design on the shade, and little beads dripping from the trim all the way around. Its bulb must be 25 watts, or even less, because the room is filled with shadows, and dim, although inviting. Feminine curtains tied with sweet little bows dress the window. Ahhh. Extremely soothing. I feel a little drowsy and we haven’t even begun. Perhaps it really is perfect to attempt hypnosis at night, when one may be more susceptible than ever. You gesture to a large, overstuffed chair on the right and seat yourself in another one facing me.

You sit down and remind me that I had already told you over the phone that I was here to get over a sad ending to a love Göztepe Escort affair, that ended almost a year ago, and I was having trouble letting go of my sadness. Once again, I begin to tear up, but I tell myself, “Not now.” I look up and you are gazing at me so sympathetically that I begin to cry, silently, tears now rolling down my cheeks.

“Let’s begin,”

you say, not brusquely, not in too businesslike a way, but softly, to signal me that you are determined to not waste my time, and I respect that. We are both at the end of our evenings but determined to work together on this.

You hold up a shiny object I cannot identify. Is it a watch that old-time hypnotists used to use? I expected that, not knowing exactly how this might work. But the room’s lighting is so soft, comforting, that I cannot make it out. Still, you ask me to focus on it for a moment, while you count. You ask me to count with you in my mind, as you count out loud for the two of us. For the two of us, for the two of us. I wonder why you keep repeating this, but I feel tingly. I feel wrapped in your care, completely trusting.

“Count with me in your mind,”

you say, and I attempt to follow your lead as you count for what seems like forever. I work very hard to focus on the shiny object as you softly entreat me to, but I have had such a long day, and I am so tired, so overcome by the heaviness of the day. My eyes close.

My body is limp, but I am standing. I am warm, now hot, and getting hotter. You are not with me. I feel an even greater heat, and it is very pleasant. My skin feels moist, as if I am standing in a very warm rain. My eyes open, and I am awake/not awake, feeling so good, so much pleasure in the warm rain, and I realize that I am in a beautiful shower. The tile is Moroccan, dark red brick with a blue curlycue design. Hands are encircling my waist, and I look down at them. They are yours; I noticed them when you pointed to the chair in the treatment room. I feel excited, but beautifully calm. You are soaping me from behind, and massaging my back, and I am feeling ecstasy at your touch. I am still standing, but not tense, not limp, I am comfortable and happy and feeling loved all over. I hear your voice, muffled but soothing, telling me what I would like you to do to me, and I smile and nod silently. You are massaging my buttocks now, opening and closing them in a way that arouses me tremendously, and I feel a stiffness rubbing against my buttocks, and I want this. I feel so wonderful, as if I only want to exist in the now, in this shower, with you, happy and content, your Escort Göztepe body rubbing itself against mine. Your right hand presses my mons, and you slip a finger into my waiting, slippery pussy. I moan and almost pass out from pleasure. I see you pick up the conditioner and squirt it on my belly, and I lick my lips. You take your finger out, rub the conditioner from my tummy on your hand, and reinsert two fingers, then press down firmly with a third, entering me again. You spread my legs and bend me slightly forward, ever so gently, until your beautiful cock finds its way into my vagina. It slips in easily, with the conditioner.

“In-and-out, in-and-out, say it with me in your mind,”

you say soothingly, although I can hear you getting a little excited. I am like your puppet, so eager to please you by letting you use my willing body. You cup my breasts and pinch them ever so slightly, teasing them, and enter me over and over. I back into you and almost ride you with my pussy.

“Say it with me in your mind, over and over. In-and-out, in-and-out…”

The water feels warm, amazing. Somehow, it feels like I am back, standing in a warm rain. My eyes close.

I feel dry, but comforted, like I have a fluffy bathrobe on. Somehow, my skin feels moist and pleasant, but I no longer feel water. Instead, I wake and my face is upturned toward the ceiling of a lovely, warm, dark room, and I am rocking back and forth, moaning a little. I feel an enormous, hard penis inside me once again, and I realize that although I am sleepy, someone is making love to me. My hands are behind me on either side of a fluffy feather bed with a charming baby blue slip cover, and I am straddling you, fucking you gently and slowly as we are both facing the foot of the bed. Your hands, on my hips from behind, lift me and lower me over and over as I moan and beg you to keep going. Your huge manhood is something I seem to not be able to get enough of; I beg you and beg you to fuck me more and more. I hear you say something.

“Yes, of course, my pet. In-and-out, in-and-out, I want to do this for you, I want to please you. Say it with me in your mind, “I want you to please me. I want you to please me.”

I open my mouth but I cannot speak. I mouth the words and I say them over and over in my mind, as I let you lift me and lower me, lift me and lower me, manipulate my pussy with your finger, play with it, rub it, do anything you wish with me. I am your little slave, and no master ever had a slave more eager to please. My eyes close.

My hands are wet, and hot, and I feel so delightful. Göztepe I open my eyes and there you are in front of me, with your back to the showerhead, and my arms are around your neck. Your cock is hard, and inside me, and I feel slippery and delightful once again. You smile, and I realize that I am looking at you in natural light. You are rocking me back and forth in the shower, slowly bringing me onto your cock and then just as slowly inching me away, then slowly toward you again, then away. It is a fun little game, and I am once again eager for you. I smile as you catch my huge tits in your mouth, playfully bite them and suck as if I will feed you with them. I kneel down and think about the happiness I will have to take your huge cock in my mouth, run my tongue over it, over and over, love it, suck it, bring it down my throat. Delicious.

“Please me, please me, please me, say this with me in your mind,” you say.

I hear you and I am your obedient little pet. Now I am riding your cock again, like it is my pony. I am wet, I want it to go on forever. You slam me into you and it just makes me want more.

“More, more, more, you want more,” you say lowly, still gently.

“Yes, more, more, more,” I repeat in my mind.

“Everytime that you think of this lost love and feel sad, I want you to replace that feeling, with one of being fucked gently, slowly, over and over and over,” you say. “I want you to feel moist, then wet, then dripping with juices from your vagina. Feel only that. We will replace the pain with happiness. No one will know but you. You may practice this anywhere – at work, at home, while shopping. You will feel climaxed, orgasmic, fulfilled, like you don’t need him, like you already had him.”

My eyes close.

I open them and you are kneeling in front of me, slowly pulling up my panties, dressing me. You do not look at me, because you are suddenly focused on my mons, which is hot and feels wet. You place your mouth on it and lick and lick, and begin to suck it, then suck harder and hold me firmly as I begin to whimper with pleasure.

“Well, I do not have another client coming soon, but perhaps, since you are such a good little girl, such an eager subject,” you say, and your voice trails off for just a second.

“This is what you are saying in your mind,” you say, “I love to be sucked and fondled and kissed by you. I love to be fucked by you. I love your big cock. I love you entering me from behind. I want all these things, to be fucked all night. I love all this, and I will come with you soon, I will come with you soon, I will let you fuck me soon.” My eyes close.

My eyes open and I am walking confidently down the steps of your building. I stand at the curb smiling, looking for a cab, your business card in my hand.

I feel like I have finally hit on something that will work.

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Chains

“Jeff, how did we get here?” you ask, as you lay on my bed, hands still cuffed, the spreader bar still between your ankles, satisfaction in your voice, languor in your pose; your eyes half shut, and your skin shiny with sweat and cum, yours and mine. Here is my answer.

“You and I, Emma, we go back a long complicated way, dancing into each other’s orbit, being pulled away by another’s gravity, but, sooner or later, we find ourselves on the same dance floor, alone and lonely, and we begin to orbit each other once again. Something is different about this time, however. Perhaps it is the years, maybe even maturity, but at the very least, it is self knowledge, or so I think to myself. We know ourselves, and we know each other, you and I.

We both went to Jess’ place for a party on October 24th. Not quite Halloween, no longer summer though it was still quite warm; something in-between. We both arrived with someone else, but to say you came with him or me with her, well, it would be an overstatement. I think you saw me first, but as you drifted toward me, I sensed you. There is no other word for it – I turned, expecting to see you, and there you were.

I wasn’t wearing anything special – black jeans, chocolate silk tee and a light linen jacket; flip flops for shoes. You, on the other, were dressed as if you were plugged into my libido; pale beige, cap sleeve top, buttons all the way down, like a man’s shirt, two buttons undone, with a tight black skirt that fell just below mid thigh. No hose and blood red fuck-me-pumps. Your bra was barely visible through the top; I could see the lace at the top of the cup. Just that much, no more, but it pulled at something low inside me, some unconscious some memory of times past.

We spoke as if we were long time friends, catching up with each other. That isn’t what I felt. Inside, I raged at you, at how you could just come back into my life, like some fucking comet that comes by every few year and sheds a few falling stars. I wanted to slap you, or bury you with kisses, I couldn’t tell which.

I don’t know what you thought. Your conscious mind has never been available to me. The mind that underlies conscious thought, oh fuck yeah, I knew that woman. Not, however, this cool chick with her bright and knowing eyes and the kiss of wine on her lips and tongue. I will never know her, not entirely.”

“Do you still think that, Jeff?”

“Yes, kitten, I still do.” I continued the story.

“Friends separated us, your girlfriends wanting to talk about guys, my guy friends want to talk about football.

I couldn’t give a flying fuck about football under normal conditions, and with you there, dressed like… like sex in fucking heels, no, the conditions were not normal, but mostly guys don’t need anything more than a few grunts and damn rights, and really, I just watched you.

Watched you watching me. The girls were going on and on about who fucking knows what, but you watched me, circling your wine glass with your lips and tongue. Fuck you, I thought, you’re playing me for a chump. Still, I wondered. Your gaze, more predator than player, unsettled me, made me question what I knew, what had happened back then. Made me think my memory couldn’t be right.

After a only a few minutes I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled you away from the girls, almost spilling your wine in the process. The girls gave me that look, but they know we go way back, and they cut me some slack.

‘What the fuck are you doing here, Emma?’

‘It’s a party, Jeff. I came to Jess’ fucking party, pardon my French.’

‘Yeah, I get that, the same for me, but why are you… you know, looking at me?’

‘You’re a handsome older man, Jeff. I like handsome men.’ Oh how I knew that. Handsome motherfucking cocksuckers – men were what had always come between us.

‘Well, stop it. You’re giving me the willies.’

‘Oh, there’s a willy involved, that’s for sure,’ and you leered at me over your glass, all tongue and shiny lips.

An almost physical jolt passed through me, leaving a hot trail of desire in its wake. ‘Jesus, Emma, don’t do that to me if you don’t plan to put your mouth where your words are!’You leered at me again.’Shit, you know what I mean, put out or shut up, Emma.’ Crap. ‘I mean, don’t string me along, okay? You owe me that much.’

‘Who’s stringing you along, Jeff? The wine is good, and the glass, it feels good, but, I don’t know, I think you might just be tastier and I know you’d feel way better. A girl gets tired of… of glass, don’t you think?’

Suddenly, it wasn’t a game anymore, not that it had ever been one, not between Suadiye Escort us. I took the wine out of your hand, put it on a nearby table, and pulled you, roughly, up the stairs and into Jess’ guest room, locking the door behind us.

I pushed you, hard, then again, then a third time, forcing you backwards to the far wall. Your face lost its playful predator look as you worried about what I might do, what I wanted to do to you.

‘No fears, Emma, I won’t leave any marks, at least none anyone else but us will see.’ I said. I don’t think this comforted you at all, but you didn’t move away, you just waited. Still, alert, your breathing a little accelerated, your face flushed. I flung my jacket on the bed, and the tee quickly followed it. The flip flops were abandoned, but I left the jeans on. I could tell in your eyes that you still like my flesh, that you wanted me naked, but not yet, kitten, not yet.

I stalked you, crossing the last two steps between us, and, taking your arm, turned you around so your back was to me. I kissed the back of your neck, ran my fingers over your lips, teasing your tongue, then slid my hands down your shoulders, down your arms, to your hands, which I gently interlocked, each hand of mine with each hand of yours, and then placed our hands on your hips and pulled you tight against me. Your hair was in my face, and the smell of your sweet scent made me weak in the knees – but not weak everywhere, no, not at all. My erection, which had started downstairs, was like a thick pulsing rod in my pants, and you could feel it against your buttocks, the small of your back, and you arched that beautiful back, pushing back against me, seeking contact.

I let go of your hands and raised mine slowly along the front of your shirt, brushing over your breasts, just barely feeling your hard nipples. My lips were on your neck, your ears, your cheek. I unbuttoned the top button on your shirt, and slowly moved to the next button, and the rise of your breasts was there to see, the lush skin, the lacy bra. My breath caught, so did yours, as I ran my fingers along the top of the cups, lightly stroking your skin.

My hands slipped lower, cupping your breasts, lifting them slightly. You looked down, seeing my hands, there, and the flames of desire, lit, as it was for me, well before we came upstairs, flared up, starting that burn low, low down in your core.

A finger slipped under the lace, and traced there an aureole, a nipple, engorged with blood, with lust. You started, pushed upright, almost to your toes, and leaned back into me, that I might touch more, take more, but I didn’t. I returned to the buttons, slowly undoing the remaining ones and untucking the shirt tails from your skirt, leaving the sensitive skin of your belly open to every breath of air, to my hands as they smoothed along the skin, running along the top of the skirt, then up to the bottom of the bra cups.

I turned you around and kissed you, hungrily, almost biting your lips, your tongue, tasting you, absorbing all of your essence into mine. I caressed the hollow of your neck with my lips, and you quaked, wanting more, fearing more.

I leaned back just a little, our hips still in contact, my erect cock hard against your belly, and you moved your hips in a circle, sliding your pussy across my thigh, the hard muscles there giving your clit purchase. You felt your innermost muscles clench. Your shirt slid off and down to the floor, your bra the only barrier between your hard nipples and the skin of my chest. The swell of your breasts became the focus of my attentions, kisses rained down upon them, and they shone with saliva from all that attention.

The straps were next, and as I slid them off your shoulders, you reached to undo the back, but I stopped your hands with mine, and gave you a look, a ‘This task, this joy, is mine, I will do it.’ look, and I undid the clasp; the bra fell over your arms and to the floor. I bent you backwards with a fierce, almost predatory kiss, that slowly worked its way down to your breast, and then I took a nipple in my mouth, and more than the nipple, the whole aureole, and I suckled there like a small child.

I could feel your thighs clench around me leg as you began to lose your sense of separation from me, as we became one flame, one desire. I could see inside you as if there were no skin, no separate person, and you saw me, too. Your head fell back, and you moaned and pulled my lips, my tongue, to your other breast. I nipped at it, and you started, and your breathing quickened yet more. The little pain was like a wire that pulled on your clit, and you could feel Suadiye Escort Bayan your cunt juices start to flow down your legs.

I stood upright and pressed against you with my hips, my cock at your belly, forcing you to lean against the wall behind you. Stepping back I drank you in through my eyes, the long curves of your arms, the line where flesh ends and skirt begins, the bend of your knee, the arch of your foot, the slow but insistent gyration of your hips.

I took both your wrists in my left and lifted your arms straight above your head, your bare shoulders against the wall, your back arched, one of my legs behind you now. I leaned into you and inhaled the scent of your hair, but you turned your face to me, hungry for a kiss, for tongue and the feel of my lips against yours. But I kissed the hollow of your neck instead, and your head rolled back, your eyes closing, as my right hand slowly eased down over your right breast, pausing at the nipple to tweak, to pull, and then down, down to the skirt.

I slid my hand under the waistband of the skirt, and ran it slowly around that triangle of space formed by your hips and pubes, not yet under the silk of your panties, just slow circles above your pubes. You moaned, and tossed your head, and you said, ‘Please, please stop teasing me, fuck me now!’ I whispered in your ear, ‘Not yet, kitten, not yet. Soon. I promise. Now shhhhh, just be, knowing that I am taking all that you are as mine, and you want that. You want me to take everything, leaving nothing behind, all that remains is a white heat, sex, desire, fucking.’

You moaned steadily after that, unconsciously, sinking into being, no longer thinking. There was very little you left, just skin and lips and pussy and breasts and feeling – shit, the feeling, it was all one thing, and you no long just wanted to be fucked, you were the apotheosis of fucking, you were the taking and the giving and the coming and shaking and even though I hadn’t even touched your cunt, your legs were wet with your desire, you already had little orgasms, little pulses of pleasure that stripped the thinking you away, leaving only the white heat of desire.

The hem of your skirt… I love skirts, I love that they are different from what men wear, that what skirts are about is access. To your pussy, to your core, to the self you shared with me that night. And you don’t really share it with me, you give it to me and I take it. And I love that taking.

I took the hem of that skirt and lifted it until the your silken panties, wet and transparent, were there to feel, to see, to slip aside as I slid under the lace edge and along your cunt lips, wet, hot, beautiful. I could barely stand and the only thing holding you up is me, and your hips ground against my hand, your moans became words, a prayer, ‘Fuck me, fuck me now, god I am so fucking wet, fuck me, fuck me, I can’t stand any more, fuck me, oh god that feels good, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…’ I don’t think you knew what you were saying, it was desire’s prayer, using your mouth.

My right hand undid the zipper at the back of your skirt, but to do so, I had to stand in front of you, and you pressed your breasts, your pussy, your mouth against me, sucking me into you every way you could.

The zipper undone, the skirt slid to the floor, and I let your hands go and knelt in front of you, only to grab your ass and pull your core into me. You put your hands on my head, trying to push me lower, but I wasn’t ready to go there, not yet.

Oh, but I was ready, my cock so hard it ached, and I wanted it out of my pants so much… but not yet. You aren’t yet as deep into it as you will be.

I slid your panties down, slowly, while you lift one foot, still clad in those blood red fuck-me-pumps, and then the other foot… the panties are gone and you were totally naked before me, powerless in the face of my strength and your… passion. Helpless before the storm.

But not really. We both know that in giving yourself to me, in my taking you, you claim me, that in your submission, you chain me to you with chains far stronger than any I can break, not then, not now, and maybe never. You may leave me some day – will leave me yet again – but I, I will never be able to truly let you go. I know this, you know this, but at that moment, the moment of your total conquest of me, all you know is the need to be fucked, to come until the world shatters.

But me, what I know is the beautiful face of your cunt, shaved smooth as a baby’s bottom. The labia are puffy, both inner and outer, and the opening to your body is slightly open, and slick with your Escort Suadiye juices. I love that smooth look, that smooth feel; it is the perfect expression of innocence and the knowing wanton in you, the elemental being of desire and the sexual being of fucking, that binds me ever tighter to you.

I love your little man in a boat, I love to touch it, and I did, with my tongue, nothing else, and just the tip. A little quiver, and an echo in your hips, and I can’t stand it any longer. I pressed my face into your cunt, my head bent back so that I can feel all of you, and you tipped your hips so you could feel every part of your pussy in contact with my face, and suddenly you ejaculate, your cum flowing down my chin onto my breast. I feel baptized, washed in balm, and an electric pulse jerks my cock in my pants.

The fucking jeans were in the way, and I stood up, pushing you against the wall with a warning look to not move, not one fucking inch, and you didn’t. You waited, but there was hunger in your eyes, and you breathed a little gasp of delight as my cock sprung free, a new little pearl of pre cum glistening at the slit.

One hand on your chest, holding you there, the other wrapped around my cock, stroking it, teasing you and you struggled to escape my hand, and I had to lean my shoulder into you to keep you from grabbing my dick, and I kept stroking, stroking, the pre cum leaking in a string between my hand and the tip of my cock. You love cock, any cock, but a hard cock slick with pre-cum… you lost the use of words, and you grunt as you wrestle me for my cock.

‘Not yet, kitten, not yet,’ I said. My voice is a little cruel now, I know I am withholding, making you whore yourself out, and you make animal noises and terrible faces; thought is so far gone you are no longer rational.

I pressed you against the wall with my whole body, holding your hands way above your head again. I slid my cock between your legs, sliding back and forth between your cunt lips, bumping your little man, your clit, and at each bump, you jerked, spasmed really, your head snapping back and your mouth opening in a wide ‘O’, and god, it feels so good, you are so hot, and I can feel a gathering momentum in my legs, a storm rising from deep in my lizard brain….

But I don’t want to spill my seed anywhere but in your cunt. I spun you around, and you pressed one hand into the wall, the other hand to your pussy, and god, you pushed your ass into me, and I am so fucking shaking, I almost can’t see, and there is a roaring in my ears. My blood, my heart, pounding, and as the storm gathers, I can’t feel anything but your skin, all your skin, your cunt, your ass, your back, your hair, your breasts against the wall – I know you, in that moment, as if you were me, a part of me, and my cock parts your cunt lips as if it was going home, and that is how it feels, like home, like all the places I ever wanted to be, to return to, and it feels so fucking good to be inside you… I reached around you, gently pushing your hand aside, and start stroking your clit, like it was a little dick, hard and needy, just like mine. You put your hand on mine, and together we rock, and whisper sweet “fucks” to each other.

Suddenly I can’t control anything anymore and I am pounding into your cunt and the storm is shooting lightning bolts and the thunder… it rings so loud, and I am deaf, and blind and one final bolt strikes me and I cum, and it is a river, a river of molten metal, forged of desire, shaped to fit you, to fill you, and I as I jet into you, the heat burns you all the way to your heart, and your world does shatter, and you lock into place, rigid, the only movement the perceptible contraction of your cunt muscles.

I expanded, encompassed galaxies, there was no me, no you, just an all pervasive us, for seconds, minutes, hours – I don’t know. Suddenly, you collapsed, and I with you, and we were on the floor, my still erect cock against your hip, but otherwise, we are limp, consumed, eaten up from the inside out. I felt cum leaking out of you, both our cum, and across your leg and mine. Inside me, something growls, purrs, roars, ‘You are fucking mine. mine, MINE!’ and I know that you aren’t thinking yet, but I hear your purr, kitten, and it is golden and liquid with sunlight and contentment, and the sure knowledge that we will be there in that place again, maybe even soon, that place where thought is not needed, where this is only the giving and the taking.

And the fucking.”

“I love that story,” you say, dreamily.

“I do too, kitten, I do too.”

“Do I really have chains on you?”

“Yes, you do. I am a man, you are a woman, and we play at games of dominance and submission, but under all that lies the beast, the beast that knows you, that would take all you could ever give and fuck you until the world ended, were he let loose.

And you have your chains on that beast.”

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I woke early in the hotel room. My head hurt. I went to the bathroom and washed my face, washing off the dried cum. I dressed and got out of there. There was a text from Sarah on my cell phone. Apparently she’d checked that I was OK and didn’t want to wake me. She’d got a ride home with one of the guys. I wondered if that’s all he gave her.

On the drive home my mind poured over what had happened the night before, or what I could remember of it. Actually, that was a lie. I was drunk, but I could remember all of it. Being topless in front of everyone, being briefly fucked over the pool table like a slut in front of everyone. Sucking the barman’s cock and letting him cum in my mouth after he had offered me $100 for the pleasure. I had accepted money to such a guy’s cock. That’s what whores do. No, it wasn’t like that. Yes, I did willingly suck his cock. But it wasn’t for the money. I didn’t need the money. I just said yes. That he was offering money had nothing to do with it. But why did I say yes? The fact that I didn’t need the money only made it worse – what kind of slut had I become? It wouldn’t have been half so bad had I done it because I’d been destitute. I didn’t need the cash, but I did it anyway. And the barman now thinks I am a hooker. Why wouldn’t he? He offered me money to blow him, and then I took him in my mouth. And he’d seen me getting fucked by Brian – so did Roger and whoever else was there. God. He’s probably telling the other bar staff right now that he got the greatest blow job of his life from some hooker slut at a Buck’s night. It repulsed me deeply that I had done such a thing, committed such an ultimate and fundamental sin. So shameful. A whore. Last night I was a common whore. He told me I was a great little cocksucker. A great little cocksucker…

I felt the tears welling in my eyes as the BMW glided along the freeway on cruise control. How had it come to this? I’m not a slut! I’m not a whore! I’m a respectable business executive. That’s what I am. This is getting out of control. This cannot continue; it was fun for a while but this is not me, not who I am, and now it must stop. No more of this modeling stuff or exposing myself to guys. I must get my life back to where I was before… before that damned car show.

Mercifully, my hangover was gone by Monday morning. I considered swapping back to my old dowdy work wear, as if to reinforce my resolve to get back on the straight and narrow, but at the last minute I decided against it. The weather was warm and I would be more comfortable in one of my new skirts. Besides, the past was in the past now; I would throw all my energies into my work. It was fun but now I am moving on.

In the short term that amounted to a tedious few days with young Brad and Pete from the downstairs floor. Hopefully they’ve come up with something better this time for the Luca deal. The meeting was at 1pm, and if my hopes weren’t high I wasn’t to be disappointed.

This time they’d gone the esoteric route, but they’d ended up with something so weird it was almost laughable. It reminded me of the Simpsons episode where Homer had got an ad agency to do a TV spot for his Mr Plow business, and they came up with an all-singing, all-dancing Georgio Armani style thing – completely out of context. Well, not that extreme, but they were even wider from the mark than before.

“Guys,” I said. “This just isn’t it at all.” I was even wondering whether or not it had been a joke. I was exasperated. “Think. I know it’s not an easy product to sell, but this ain’t it. I don’t know, if you can’t come up with anything from the brief, why not try the environmental route? The product apparently has some green credentials, so if you’re going to go down this kind of whimsical avenue, maybe that’s the way to go.”

“Er, OK Anne, will give it another try,” said Brad. Pete was just standing there staring at my tits. Damn it, I was wearing the same sheer blouse as I had the week before. Brad was checking me out too. I hoped they had paid attention, but by the looks on their faces I wasn’t sure. I bet they were thinking I was some kind of bitch to be rejecting their work for a second time.

I wished Kelly were here. But she was out on a course all week. She had more commonsense than these two put together. What do they teach these kids in college these days? They weren’t actually all that much younger than me, but I somehow felt so much older.

After work I decided to go to the swimming centre. Hadn’t been for a while, but it might be a nice change of pace from the gym, I thought; a few laps in the pool will be great therapy, both mental and physical. I took my new swim suit – using it for the first time as it was intended to be used. I pushed myself hard through the first 20 laps, then did another 10 backstroke, forcing my body hard through the water, admonishing myself, getting it out of my system. I felt much better afterwards as I headed for the showers. My body felt good, nicely worked, almost but not quite exhausted. Being peak time at the end of a working day, the pool had been fairly crowded. It occurred to me as I stripped off and headed for the showers, how nonchalant Ataşehir Escort I was now about appearing naked in the women’s locker rooms; how before I would have done my best not to be seen without my clothes on by any of the other women there. Now being naked just seemed natural. Well, I thought, if that’s what I have taken from the experiences of the past few weeks, that can only be a good thing, surely?

Soaping up under the warm shower felt very nice, invigorating. There were a couple of other women showering as well; one younger than I, one older. The younger girl’s pussy was shaved, just like mine. I noticed them both checking out my body, but then I realized that I had also been stealing the odd glance their way too. There was nothing in it, really; just what people do in such situations. The young girl had a fantastic figure; she reminded me of Sarah. She looked familiar; I thought I’d seen her here before. She looked hot, too; this girl was obviously a keen swimmer. I wished I had such broad shoulders, I mused to myself. She saw me looking and smiled at me. I smiled back. It was a little embarrassing; I wasn’t meaning to stare at her. I wasn’t sure whether her smile was one of embarrassment, or if it implied something else.

As I dried myself, the girl was over in the other corner of the change room doing the same. She looked up at me a couple of times. But then I must have been looking at her to have noticed it. She had such big dark eyes, there was almost something cat-like about her. She had jet back hair in a bob style, reminiscent of a ’20s Flapper girl, slightly androgynous, but unmistakably feminine. This girl would have to be bisexual, I thought to myself, maybe even a complete lesbian. But then, how would I know? Who, for that matter, among those knew me would know that I was bi? Yes, she was looking my way, and she was smiling. She was still dressing by the time I was ready to go. Something inside me urged me to wait, stall for time until she too was leaving. But instead I hauled myself up off the seat and threw my bag over my shoulder. I had to pass near her on the way to the exit. She caught my eye as I went past. She smiled as I left the building.

“See you later,” she grinned at me. Her voice was like silk.

“See ya,” I replied.

Outside the change room I stopped. Maybe I need to re-tie my shoe laces, and while I’m doing that she’ll come out of the change room? No, keep going. This is ridiculous. Go home, make yourself a nice meal and go to bed.

That had been the plan, until I got a call on my cell on the drive home. It was Kelly.

“Hi Kel, what’s up? How’s the course?”

“Boring, boring, BORING! But that’s not why I’ve called. It’s Rick – the sponsor for the race car, he’s signed! Isn’t that fantastic! Anne, we did it!”

“Hey, that’s great!”

“Anne we’re having a celebration party tonight, do you want to come?”

“Look, I’d love to, but I’m really tired and I want to get an early night.”

“OK, but look, I’m not far from your place, how about I drop in for a quick drink on the way? I’ve got champagne!”

“Why not,” I said. “I’m only five minutes away – I’ll see you when you get there.”

I’d only just got in the door when Kelly arrived. Opening the door, she embraced me in a big bear hug. It felt great to be hugged like that after what I’d been through. Hugged by someone I loved. She gave me a big kiss on the lips and I kissed her back.

“Champagne, anyone?” she said, twirling the neck of the bottle in her fingers.

“Yes please!” I said, heading into the kitchen for a couple of glasses.

“Oh Anne, this is such great news!” she said as she popped the cork. “It was looking a bit doubtful the other day, but in the end Hank agreed and now it’s all go! Rick is so happy!”

“I’m glad,” I said. “I think he deserves it.”

We sat there and sipped our drinks. It was good champagne. Kelly was wearing in a little summer dress, no bra, I noticed. The dress was very short, way too short for work attire, even if she was on a course.

“Kel, that dress you’re wearing, is that what you wore on the course today?”

“Yeah. It’s a bit casual, but it’s not like I’m in the office.”

“Hmm, but I don’t know if Mr Sheldon would approve.”

“Yeah, maybe not, but who cares?”

She was sitting opposite with her legs slightly apart. I couldn’t help but look. And when she leaned forward to put her glass down, her leg splayed open a bit more. Then I saw her clit ring – the little minx wasn’t wearing panties.

“Kelly, aren’t you wearing anything under that dress?”

“Um, nope!”

“You are a bad girl. Such a bad influence on me!”

She laughed. Then she stood up and stretched. The hem of her dress rode up above her pussy; I could see it clearly. She watched me as I stared at her bare pussy.

“Kel! I can see everything when you do that! You can’t have gone to the course like that?”

“Well, I did have my panties on before. But I took them off in the car. Thought I’d give Rick a little surprise,” she giggled.

Then she walked over to me. She Ataşehir Escort Bayan hitched up her dress so that now it was around her waist. Her pussy and ass were totally exposed as she stood in front of me. The ring in her clitoris was somehow fascinating – incongruous and almost obscene that how anyone could have such a lewd piece of jewelry, especially someone as seemingly sweet as Kelly.

“I’ve been thinking of that night we had together a lot,” she said. “I want to do it again.”

I was still seated. She was standing directly in front of me, holding up her dress, basically offering herself to me. Her pussy was barely a foot away from my face. It looked beautiful; the soft folds of her delicate pussy contrasting wonderfully with the hard steel ring. She was offering herself to me as I gazed on her sweet little sex. I could feel my arousal building. My mouth was watering.

“Anne, eat me.”

I moved in closer and licked her above her clit, running my tongue around the ring. I was licking a woman for the first time in my life! I moved down to her outer lips and licked them up and down, one side after another, trying to replicate the way she had done it to me. She was so soft against my tongue. She was breathing heavily. She was moaning. She tasted so sweet! I felt encouraged – I was turning her on; I was going down on a woman for the first time, and making her wet!

I ran my tongue up her slit, top to bottom, tasting her wetness for the first time. The taste was familiar, intoxicating. She shuddered under my touch and it thrilled me.

“Ooohhh, yes. Yes! Yes!”

I picked up my pace licking her up and down like an ice cream for the nest few minutes. I let one hand stray down to my pussy and rubbed myself hard.

“Yes! Oh Anne, that’s so good! Lick me! Yes! Ooh, pull my clit ring, pull it hard!”

I did as she asked. Pulling the ring seemed to open her lips a little more. I slid my tongue inside her opening. Oohh, it felt so wicked; I was virtually fucking her with my tongue. I could feel her juices on my chin.

“Harder! Pull it harder! Harder!”

I yanked on the ring hard and dove my tongue inside her, exploring a woman with my tongue for the first time, like my past boyfriends had done to me. This was how it felt! I felt her hands go around my head as she started shaking.

“OOOhhh, yes! Yes, that’s it! Oohh! Oohh! Oohh!”

She was shuddering now, she was cumming against my face. Her whole body shook as she ground her pussy into my drenched cheeks. She was drenching me: I could feel her squirting all over my face! Soon she calmed down as the orgasm subsided. She slumped to her knees and kissed me, licking her juices off my face. I licked her back. We fell back in an embrace on the sofa.

Soon she jumped up.

“Oh gosh, look at the time! Anne, I’ve got to go – Rick said don’t be late, and it’s already 7.30!”

She gave me a huge kiss, driving her tongue into my mouth as she held me tight.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve got to go!”

I lay there rubbing my pussy as she shut the door, licking my lips around my chin, savoring the remaining juices. I lay back and rubbed myself until I came. The release I felt from that combined with the effects of the champagne must have made me drowsy, because the next thing I knew it was morning, and I was still on the sofa.

That night I’d dreamed of Kelly. Very strange. In the dream we were at work, and she came into my office, with a hot and bothered look on her face.

“What’s wrong, Kel,” I asked.

“Ooh, I’m sorry Anne, but I’m so horny!” She was almost hysterical. “I can’t help it. They guys down stairs keep reaching under my skirt and playing with my clit ring! I can’t stop them! But Anne it’s making me so horny, I can hardly stand it! I knew I should have worn panties today!”

The white skirt she was wearing was so short it didn’t even cover her. Her ass and pussy, and even the clit ring, were totally exposed. She might as well have been wearing nothing. Of course they were playing with her clit ring – looking at her like that, I wanted to play with it myself. I stared at her exposed pussy. She was very wet.

“Oh please Anne, help me!”

With that she climbed on the desk in front of me and spread her legs, thrusting herself at me shamelessly, gyrating her hips around my face like some kind of music video clip dancer.

“OK, I said, seeing that she was in obvious need, “but only this once. After that it’s back to work.”

“Oh yes, I’ll work hard, I’ll let anyone fuck me that you want; just lick me, please, lick me now!”

I ran my tongue all the way up her pink, wet opening.

“Oohhh yess!! Oooh, grab my clit ring! Yes, pull it hard, harder!”

I pulled the ring, pulling her hood out so I could get my tongue underneath as I stroked her all the way, up and down with my tongue. She started screaming. She was cumming; she thrust her pelvis into my face and gripped my head with her thighs. With my ears covered by her legs I mustn’t have heard James walk in the door, which hadn’t been closed. He was very pissed.

“When Escort Ataşehir you two little sluts have finished there,” he bellowed in that deep voice of his, “I want to see you in my office.”

He was standing there in his suit, a white suit – everyone seemed to be wearing white – but his cock was hanging out, standing proudly and obscenely erect. We collected ourselves and went upstairs to face the boss, not saying a word to each other. As we walked into the office, I suddenly realized I wasn’t wearing white – I wasn’t wearing anything.

“Anne, what the fuck was that all about?” he growled. His cock was still outside his suit, still hard. And what the hell is that?”

He was pointing to my pussy. I looked down and saw that I was wearing an enormous clit ring.

“You know that jewelry worn by employees of this company must first be approved by myself. Look at Kelly. Her ring is modest, perfectly acceptable. Yours is obscene! What have you got to say for yourself?”

“I’m sorry Mr Sheldon, I don’t know what I was thinking. I promise it won’t happen again.”

“OK, apology accepted. Have it fixed by tomorrow morning. Now get down on your knees.”

I did as I was told as he walked towards me, his cock sticking straight out of his pants.

“Well, you know what to do; it’s not as though we haven’t been through this before.”

I took his cock into my mouth.

“Good. Anne you’re such an excellent cocksucker, a real credit to the firm. You might not be much good for anything else, but you sure as hell know how to suck cock.”

I sucked him enthusiastically, looking up at him towering above me. He looked so powerful; he was powerful. I watched as his head flung back and he thrust his cock deep inside my mouth, down my throat, and I felt triumphant as he pumped his seed inside me. I swallowed everything.

“Good girl. Now, try to act within company guidelines please? I don’t want to have to do this again!”

“Yes sir!” I said. I looked up and the entire staff was standing in the small office, watching me, making little comments like, ‘not her again’, and ‘when’s she gonna learn?’.

Then suddenly I was back in my office. Slumping into my chair, I realized I couldn’t move my hands or legs – they were in chains, my hands locked to the sides of the chair and my ankles to the legs of the desk. I was still naked. I looked down and there was a chain attached to my clit ring with a huge steel ball on the other end. It was teetering on the edge of the chair between my legs, but tied up I could do nothing to stop it as it rolled towards the end of the chair and tumbled off. The end of the chain didn’t reach the floor, so it just hung there in mid air, pulling sharply on the ring in my clit, the pain surging through my loans almost unbearable. It was then that I woke up.

Well, I thought, so much for the new old-style demure me, as I contemplated not so much the dream but what had happened the night before in real life with Kelly. But hang on, I thought. What is wrong with that? Having sexual relations with a girl is not the same as exposing yourself to a bunch of guys, or being paid to give some old barman a blow job. You are bisexual – so what? Lots of people are. There’s no need to tell the world about; you can keep it to yourself, like lots of people do. Then I considered the fact that there were already at least three people who did know – Kelly, Sarah and Rick – but then I thought, ‘what the heck’, people can know or say what they like, and it’s not a capital offence to like women as well as men.

Being able to draw a separation between my newfound sexuality and the exhibitionism of the recent past was comforting. It pointed to a way forward. In the future I might have relations with girls, I might not. It will be a matter of personal preference, and it has nothing to do with the sordid goings on of recent weeks. That was an entirely different matter.

I threw myself into my work. Brad and Pete finally came up with the goods – their revised concept was still whimsical, but close enough to the mark. We refined it further until I was happy with it, but in the end I had to admit the conclusion we reached had more to do with fatigue than brilliant creativity. But it was done, and next week the three of us would be off to present it to Luca.

Next day I wore one of my conservative longer skirts. To be honest, it made me feel ugly. I did it more as a test, to see how far my personal tastes had changed. Evidently they had changed quite a bit. The clothes felt heavy, constrictive. Yet this outfit had been fine only a month ago. The consoling feature of my dress was the fact that underneath I was wearing the g-string with SEX written across the front. The fact that underneath my drab exterior I was wearing something so raunchy made me feel more… what was it? Not so much sexy, but authentic. Authentic in terms of how I felt deep inside as a sexual being. Not a slut, just sexy. I had to admit that just as I couldn’t deny my bisexuality, I couldn’t suppress my sexuality in total. But I could hide it. Like I was now. Maybe that’s the key: I can look ordinary on the outside, but dress like a, well, like a slut in the inside – if I chose to. I could wear underwear that was as sexy as I pleased – even sexier than what I already had – maybe see-through or something, and no one would be any the wiser. It seemed like a reasonable compromise.

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It was one of those late spring afternoons that slapped you upside the head and told you summer was on its way. The heat was almost unbearable, and only the canopy of the broad oak we sat under offered any comfort.

“Ryan? Are you ok?” Melissa asked.

“Yeah. It’s just really hot out here,” I responded.

“Its all that blonde hair. Makes all the peroxide in the world jealous. It can’t bleach your hair so it escapes into the air and messes with the ozone and boils your brain in retribution. So, it’s all your fault.” Through it all my sister wore a wry smile. It was comfortable on her mouth, spent a lot of time there, after all. It might time share with a frown, but it was the definite usual tenant.

“You’re just jealous.” I tended toward being morose. Dry humor doesn’t work as well if you’re grinning from ear to ear.

She had grabbed her blue braid from behind her head and waggled the end of it at me, saying, “I, at least, have the good sense to hide my natural color from other people. Good thing for you, too. No one would believe you’re my brother if I didn’t cover up my dull brown color!”

A smile slipped past my defenses. To cover, I leaned back, slightly, on the picnic table we sat across from each other at, and put my feet up on the opposite seat. We’d been coming to this park for years, across from our dad’s house. Where our dad moved after the divorce. Our childhood had been a two weekends a month, two months a summer, extravaganza of daddiness. Dad had a good bit of money. He liked spending it on us. I never thought he was actually wanting to shower Mel and I with goodies, more like he wanted mom to know exactly what she was missing.

“I thought Dad was going to forbid you entrance to the house. You know how stuffy he can be.”

“I’m an adult, Ryan. So are you, now!”

“I only just graduated high school, Mel.”

“Yeah, well, I just graduated college and it only took me five years.”

“It was that year in Ireland.”

Melissa smiled. “Not my fault the credits didn’t transfer. Professor Advisor told me they would.”

This time I actually did laugh, a barking sort thing that attracted much attention from a small band of miniature excavators in the sandbox nearby. Shovels in hand, they peered at me with thoughtful stares until the apparent foreman, with her pig tails tied up in little pink bows, thwapped her plastic shovel on the construction sight and said something that had her co-workers digging furiously.

“Wait until they figure out what the pay scale is. Then they’ll stop moving so fast,” I said aloud softly.

“Ryan? Dear? I love you, but you know you’ve got to either let your sister in on the joke or keep it to yourself.”

I shook my head clearing my thoughts. I looked at her and picked up the conversation where I’d left it, “The only reason you called him that is because his English was lousy and his name so foreign you couldn’t pronounce it. How could you expect him to know what a credit was, let alone that they would transfer?”

“Good grief, Ryan! Ok, try this. Say after me: Ireland.”

“Ireland.” I relished it, my body sang and my tongue danced a Meposian dance of happiness. A far away look that took me far away from the picnic table.

“Yes. Exactly, brother.” Glancing at her watch, she suddenly jumped up. “I need to get going. Stanley’s performing down at the pub and I’ve got to get a shower.”

Stanley was Melissa’s Fuck of the Month. She went through men like some people went through changes of underwear. Really smelly hippie type people who lived in the woods for months at a time, all alone, but still. The longest physical relationship she’d ever had was with Mr. Pointy, her vibrator. That I knew that much about my own sister told you what kind of a free-spirit my sister and mother were. How our father ended up having any kids, let alone two, was sort of a mystery to all of us. He didn’t have relationships so much as business arrangements with live-in financial partners.

“So I’m alone again tonight, Mel?”

“You’ll have Dad and what’s-her-face here.”

“So I’m alone again tonight, Mel?” I repeated, smiling slightly.

“If you don’t want to be alone, find a friend, silly.” She stuck her tongue out at me and ran towards the street. The light green hippie skirt she wore flowed behind her like water. When she reached the street she paused, waiting for some cars to pass, looked around, then lifted up her skirt and mooned me. She wore a thong bikini under her skirt, but she waggled her butt at me a for a few shakes, and then pretended she was just hiking them up for a run, and rushed across the three way intersection.

I watched people bob up and down in the public swimming pool, laughing and spraying each other, and could not help but feel a sudden stab of loneliness. A little sparrow flew onto the table in front of me, surprising me slightly. I watched as it pecked at a gap between two boards, looking for something. A sudden breeze made me look up, and the sudden movement caused the bird to fly away.

That day was probably the first Aydınlı Escort where I discovered that lightning really doesn’t require the sky to be filled with clouds. Its sudden closeness forced screams from the people in the pool, and a mass exodus for cover. Everyone looked around waiting for the crash. The air hung heavy, we knew we’d seen the light, we felt the hairs stand on the end of our arms, and just when we thought it must have been our imagination, a thunderous CRACK shook us to the bone. A couple of people fell over with the sudden force of it. A dark cloud seemed to almost materialize overhead, and it seemed everyone was rushing for their cars.

I admit my indecisiveness. Scanning the park, I tried to decide what to do. Should I run for the large picnic shelter or chance heading to the house twice as far away? Then I saw the sheet of water heading for me. It was like a curtain of heavy, sparkling Niagara Falls heading straight for me. I ran for the picnic shelter, reaching it just in time to only get slightly wet. Oddly enough, everyone else was headed for other shelters, even passing the one I was under completely. I couldn’t see much of the park at all, and could barely make out the street, where the torrential downpour had forced traffic to a standstill.

Already, the streets were flooding, and water was running in small rivers in the park, quickly turning dry earth to a soupy mud. I marveled at it. It wasn’t every day you saw a sight like this. I watched the direction it had come from, looking for a break in Mother Nature’s faucet, and saw someone actually walking through the rain. Not just walking. Strolling. Not a care in the world. In fact, as she got closer, I realized she was singing. I couldn’t make out the words until she had almost reached the shelter, but I realized it was the song, “Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head”. She smiled at me as she calmly stepped out of the rain.

She was beautiful, her long dark hair shimmering in the light, like a raven in flight. The smile rode her round face from cheek to dimpled cheek without effort. Eyes like little jade gems floating in little bowl of milk occasionally hid behind half-closed lids. I drank in her body like a drowning man gasping for air. I was done for. I just didn’t know it yet.

She was barefoot, and wore a sleeveless tie-dyed t-shirt that was cut off just below her breasts. Over that was a set of overalls that had their legs hacked off with something sharp. Or maybe a dull river rock. This girl seemed like the type to get something done once she set her mind to it. She shook her hair out, and that’s when I realized that she was barely damp.

Her eyebrows raised slightly, “Are you ok?” That beautiful face moved toward me slightly as she paused, watching me carefully.

I nodded awkwardly. A smell hit my nose, a damp musty rain dampened scent mixed with lilacs and stuff that left my brain slightly fuzzy.

“Good. You ever dance in a rainstorm?” The smile was back.

I shook my head.

“People used to worship rain like this.” She seemed to getting excited, her words rushing past her lips. “They’d baptize themselves in it, marking the start of something glorious and new. It’s magical. Rhiannon. Call me Rhia.” She grabbed my wrist. “Your turn.”

“Ryan. I’m Ryan.”

“You’re Ryan, I’m dying.” She laughed at that, and tugged on my wrist. “Come on. Let’s dance.”

Before I quite realized what I was doing, I was dancing with her, in a rain that left us almoststanding up to our ankles in water and mud. As we danced I felt an electricity in the air that hadn’t been there under shelter. It was like I was vibrating, humming, and though I started stiff, and most white-boy in my moves, the closer she got to me, the more I loosened up, and started feeling a thumping pulse in the rain itself. Her thigh brushed mine, and she moved in closer, touching my the sides of my torso, running her hands up and down. I pants grew tighter the closer we got. She gazed into my eyes as our thighs locked, and she grabbed hold of my ass, not quite squeezing it, before removing her hands further up my back. We gyrated there, in the rain, moving to a rhythm only we could hear. Her hand found the back of my neck, pulling me closer to her. Her face tilted up towards mine, and our lips brushed, my heartbeat pounding in my chest, my member throbbing like a baseball bat to the head. Hell, it felt like a baseball bat at that moment. Like a six-inch piece of thick re-bar. Our dancing had stopped, we stopped there, breathless, inhaling one another’s air. Standing at the edge of the abyss, and looking over its lip, wanting nothing more than to jump, only to be lost forever in its depths.

Her mouth was wet and warm as she sucked my tongue into it. It wasn’t insistent, just a nudge, and then, with a breath, we leapt into each other. She tasted like blueberries and warm stout, and never did I think that would be a good combination, but in quiet moments that taste still comes back to me. It was slightly musky too, and left me weak in the knees. Some kisses are possessive, Aydınlı Escort Bayan a reminder of our baser desires and built-in greed. This kiss was a dance every bit as much as our gyrations were. We shared each other in the moments of that kiss, the rain forcing itself into our mouths as water can force itself anywhere.

She pulled away, taking a deep breath, panting. Clinging to me, she shuddered against me. “Let’s get out of this rain. Do you live nearby?”

“Yes.” The rain slackened considerably, and the cars on the street began to move.

She stroked my face. “In a few moments we are going to start getting very, very cold. We need to get out of these clothes. And under some blankets.”

I nodded. “Ok.” Walking towards my father’s house, she put her hand in mine, feeling it until she found just the right point to lock our fingers together. I blushed. There was something very intimate to me about the webbing between the fingers.

“You seem awfully monosyllabic, Ryan.”

“Ok’s polysyllabic. So’s Ryan.”

Her face sparkled as another grin danced across it. “Two points to you.”

“I didn’t realize this was a game.”

“Don’t worry, as long as you don’t do something monumentally stupid, or mean, I think this is one game we’re both going to win.”

That comment definitely put a spring in my step. I knew my father and this year’s lady friend would not be home for a few hours. All that stood between me and paradise was my sister. Of course we ran into her as she was coming out. This time she was almost gothed out for Stanley’s performance. Stanley liked her in a good bit more lace and black than was her usual choice, but he seemed to keep her happy so she didn’t mind a little deviation in the apparel and make-up department.

“Hey Ryan.” It took her a moment to notice Rhia. And her hand in mine. “I, uh.” She blinked. She looked back at me with one eyebrow raised. “Oh my. I’m Melissa, Ryan’s brother.”

I smiled. “Sister. She’s my sister.”

Melissa blushed, “Right. I’m his sister.”

Rhia looked relieved, “That’s good. I don’t think I’d ever seen a drag queen look half as good as you. I was about to have my whole world view shattered in a heartbeat.”

It was the kind of thing Melissa would have said if hadn’t been caught off guard. It was fun to see the tables turned. Melissa muttered some excuses and rushed off.

As soon as her back was towards us, Rhia grabbed me and dragged me inside. Slamming the door shut, she almost ripped my shirt trying to get it off me. She’d turned almost feral, “Bedroom?”

“First door on the left, top of the stairs.”

She rushed ahead of me, standing at the top of the stairs, hurrying me along with her arm gestures. As soon as I was in reach, she grabbed my arm and almost dragged me into my room. She kicked the door shut with her foot, and pulled me towards her, grabbing my face and dancing her tongue over mine again.

She reached up to the clasps on her overalls and popped them free in one quick gesture. The top fell down, and the bottom part began to sag, stopped by her very feminine hips. I helped her out of her shirt, her breasts popping free to taunt me with their stiff nipples pointing towards my chest. We kissed, bare-chested, embracing more than just the moment of sudden freedom, rekindling some of what we felt in the rainstorm. Again, she initiated, unafraid, unlike myself. I’d never had a woman be anything other demure, and insistent about what was NOT going to happen. I didn’t know how far she intended to take this. But I was certainly excited to find out.

The button on my shorts was suddenly undone, and her kisses moved from my mouth to my chest. She moved down my chest, slowly, achingly, growing ever closer to my belly. She paused at my navel, breathing softly across it, awakening the hairs that stood there, the fine little hints at chest hair that might someday be something worth writing about. Regardless, there was enough to start driving me crazy.

In one swift motion, she grabbed my pants and pulled them down, taking my boxers with them. My soldier sprung forth, ready for any obstacle in his path to paradise. He was hardly given a chance to feel the air before she had taken him into her mouth, tasting him. Running her teeth lightly across him.

It was warm and wet and no woman had ever done anything like this for me. My knees buckled, and almost fell over. She grabbed my rear, and held me in place, taking me even deeper into her mouth. She pulled away, breath raspy and needy, “Lie down before you hurt one of us.”

I moved to the bed, and she finished removing my shorts and boxers, and then straddling me, resumed her attentions on my saluting soldier. Kissing it she said, “You’re still pretty new to all this sex stuff aren’t you?”

Nodding, I whispered, “Yes.”

She smiled. “The secret to good sex is communication. The secret to great sex is communication with out words. We’ll work on the former. We’ll find the latter when we find it. Right now, I’m going suck you and lick you until you blow Escort Aydınlı your stack. What I need from you requires you to last longer than the three seconds you currently would. OK?”

I nodded. “But…”

“You’re young enough you’ll pop another woody in about 3 minutes. It’s cool. I may not have a lot of experience at this either, but I’ve had a LOT of practice.”

I nodded again, and she smiled a mischievous smile went back to working on my cock. It danced and twitched under her ministrations much like a rooster in a henhouse would react to being introduced to a new hen. So, yeah. It was behaving like a cock.

Her tongue danced across the head of my member and looped around it, and brushed against the underside. She was a maestro at the orchestra of fellatio. I melted, she raked her nails across my belly, and he exploded with a force that surprised the three of us and the cat lurking in the hall. I nearly ripped the sheets from the bed as I felt my whole being empty itself through that center and into her mouth. I felt like my pubic chakra just declared a holiday. It was done for a while. My gut was still twitching as she moved up my body, her pubic hair brushing against my leg. I expected a while to rebound, but this woman had already gotten him urging to re-engage the enemy. I really wish my nether regions could think outside military terminology, but I kind of understand where he was coming from on this one.

With a twinkle in her eye, she said, “Explore me. Touch me. All over. When I can’t stand it, I’ll tell you.”

I’d never felt the physical connection to another person that I’d felt with Rhia. It was like my genes were trying to jump out of my body and mingle with hers. I had to control the feelings, channel them. I wanted to take her, and my little soldier wanted nothing but to get to rutting. I knew something better waited, though. A little something more, stronger. Worth the wait. I rolled with her until she was on her back, her legs only slightly parted, waiting to see if I could control the urges. I smiled. The champagne bottle’s cork was popped and the genie was out of the bottle, but the cork wasn’t a deadly projectile anymore.

I started with her feet. I rubbed them, finding that spot that made my sister run out of the room and be alone a very long time. Rhia’s eyes flew open as her hips bucked upwards. I could see her labia through her pubic hair. I kneaded her calf, moving upwards, reaching a joint, moving to the other leg, stroking the thigh. I continued upward. I felt the lowest hairs at the lowest part of her perimeter. I skirted the edge, jumping up towards her belly. I danced my fingers across her abdomen and breathed across her navel, and she squirmed beneath my touches. I stroked gently, moving up her chest, avoiding her breasts, I was saving those for a bit later. I then stopped and used a back-hand scratch up her sides around her breasts and flowering my fingers at the base of her skull. The tense and release in her expressions were sublime.

I then leaned back, and repeated the gesture, only this time moving from ankles to near her vagina through the inside of her legs. She shuddered, and I knew I was certainly moving in the right direction. Next I took my hand and lightly clawed from her navel to the tops of her breasts. Then, slowly, deliberately, I spiraled inward towards her nipples, moving from claw to touch as I reached them. I took one into my mouth then, and felt her tremble below me. I repeated the gesture on the left breast, and sucked lightly on it too, feeling how firm the nipples were. I kissed her then, my body lying atop hers, my left thigh between hers. My firmness rampant against her left leg.

She ran her fingers across my back. I kissed her neck, and slowly began to move back down her body. I ran my nose down her sternum, and lightly clawed her tummy in a circular formation. I kissed the top of her pubic hair, and then slowly, gradually, moved my way down kissing and licking all the way. I could smell the musky scent of her, mixing with the lilac and rainwater, and who knows what all else. I found the entrance of our desires and as I kissed it her hands grabbed the back of my head and pulled me up to her mouth.

She rammed her tongue into my mouth, desire beginning to drip from her very pores. A thin sheen of sweat had appeared between her breasts and her breath came in ragged gasps. She sucked on the middle three fingers of her left hand and thrust them between her legs, touching herself, and readying things for my entrance. She then grabbed me and guided me in.

I sank into a wet, warm, velvet glove. Parts of my brain lit up like the Fourth of July and it was all I could do to just hold still and enjoy the experience. Her legs reached around and held me inside, I couldn’t move if I’d wanted to. Her hands gripped my ass in a death-grip.

She shuddered beneath me, her groin grinding into mine. In complete control, she slackened her grip and our pelvises stopped their cemented bond. She pulled me back in, hinting at a rhythm, grunting, moaning and guiding, but not demanding anymore. We sank into each other, dancing without the rain this time, pushing, thrusting, gyrating like before. This time when we became drenched it was perspiration and not the rain. She was so wet, I thought my penis was going to be like my fingertips after a bath.

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Two days of flirty, and then downright dirty texts, and we had moved from ‘lets just meet for a coffee’ to this! There I was, lying on the bed with a towel under my ass, Kings of Leon on the ipod, wearing a black silk negligee and fingering my pussy whilst waiting for a guy I have never even spoken to – let alone met – to let himself in to my house and ‘catch me’ playing with myself.

On the drive back to the house earlier my stomach was churning with anticipation, and I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell I was doing. Such a risk really! But soooo exciting. I had seen a face picture, and the texts we had exchanged had been articulate and….imaginative. Ben wanted to come into the bedroom and find me playing with myself, not to say a word and to kiss me hard on the mouth, then watch me for a while before going down on me.

The idea of it was such a thrill – being ‘caught’ masturbating – that as I lay on the bed waiting for him I found Kaynarca Escort myself getting more and more aroused. I spread my thighs wide and closed my eyes, my fingers stroking my clit gently at first, and then more firmly until I could feel an orgasm building. I slid one of the straps of my negligee down to expose a breast, playing with my nipple with one hand as my fingers worked their magic with the other. I knew that any moment now he would be coming through the door, and the idea was such a turn on that I found myself cuming before I knew it, my hot juices running down the crease of my ass.

When I heard the door handle turn my heart was in my mouth and I could hardly look at him as he came in to the room. I caught a glimpse of dark brown eyes and thick dark hair, and then he kissed me hard on the mouth, his hand moving to cup my breast and squeeze a nipple, making my moan with pleasure, before sliding down to rub Kaynarca Escort Bayan his fingers through mine as they stroked the lips of my sex.

I don’t know what I expected, but it certainly wasn’t what I experienced over the next 45 minutes or so. Ben didn’t even take of his top, let alone his jeans. He just moved to lie between my legs then proceeded to give me the best damn oral I have ever had in my life. I don’t know which bit I enjoyed most….when he sucked my clit into his mouth hard, over and over again. Or when he licked then blew on it, or lashed it with his tongue, my fingers entwined in his hair as I thrust my pussy hard into his face. Or maybe it was when he fingered my pussy at the same time as he worked my clit with his tongue, fucking me hard with one, then two and then I think three fingers, gripping my thigh with the other hand as he did so. Or maybe when he teased my asshole with his finger, then Escort Kaynarca slid it inside making me groan with pleasure …..or it could have been when he had fingers in both my pussy and ass at the same time, working them together until I was cuming all over them.

And I came – oh so much. Over and over again, until my ass, the towel, the bed was soaked, and I had filled his mouth over and over again. I could hear him drinking my juices, and when I looked down I could see him looking back up at me as he sucked and licked my pussy. Sometimes he would soak his tongue in my juices then kiss me – so sexy. Then he would soak his fingers and give then to me to suck and lick, kissing me through them.

Once he sat back slightly, and watched while I rubbed my clit, then leaned forward and bit my thighs, small, dry bites that felt ridiculously good as I came again, the warm heavy scent of my sex filling the room and my ass soaking wet.

I lost it somewhere in the middle, my hands roaming over my breasts then reaching down to lock with his, writhing on the bed, lifting my ass up to meet his mouth, my legs tensing around his head as the orgasms surged through me, over and over again. I don’t think I have ever cum more.

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This flashback is part of a larger story, and tells of an incident which shaped Becky, a character in “The Chess Bet.” I would love any feedback, and am always open to suggestions. More flashbacks can be found on my profile.

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In her first year of freedom from the confines of convent school, 18-year-old Becky was initially sure she would flounder without supervision.

She’d grown up with a rigid schedule of strictly enforced waking times, morning devotions, classes, grace, meals, afternoon prayers, sports, chapel, homework and evening prayer. Her parents had always been traveling, and never seemed to have any time for her. She could remember little before she started boarding, and not much more of her fifth and sixth years of life. Structure and order had been her constant partners and she had not once conceived of a world without them. Chess had been one of the very few pleasures the nuns considered acceptable, and had indeed been the one indulgence she allowed herself.

Even during the occasional school holiday spent at home and not on a mission or a camp, she had kept largely to herself, following a rigid schedule of reflection and prayer. The pleasures of the flesh had never occurred to her as relevant; that was for marriage, a path that she doubted very much would be hers.

At the time of her graduation from high school, Becky had received blessings from all the nuns who had watched her grow up. Her passion for youth work and charitable nature had endeared her to all who knew her, and her sweet disposition and innocence made the nuns sure that she Şerifali Escort would spread their convictions far, and live a life of purity. Many were convinced they would see her soon again. After all, arranging for Becky to join a party of traveling missionaries would certainly show her how lucky she had been at the convent.

Becky had been of a similar opinion when she had set out to spread the word. She was determined in her calling to holy orders and sure of her faith. Her first assignment, however, would change one of those facts forever.

In the first rural village to which she’d been sent, several hours’ drive away from the convent, the three older nuns accompanying Becky tasked her with inviting the locals to a gathering that evening. She had been allowed out on her own for a few hours, provided that she returned before curfew. A stack of pamphlets and a bottle of water in her bag, she had set off towards the farms on the outskirts of town with the sisters’ encouragement.

A young woman, high up in an apple tree, called to Becky as she approached the crossroads. The stranger’s hair was red, contrasting with the sky blue of her flowing dress. She made her way down the ladder and over to Becky, holding a crisp red apple out towards the blonde’s mouth.

“Bite and tell me what you think,” the redhead grinned, a tinkling laugh behind the words. “It’s our first crop of the year.” She took one step toward Becky, whose mouth was hanging slightly open, distracted by the way the dress seemed to cover little of the redhead’s generous assets.

Becky tentatively Şerifali Escort Bayan nibbled at the apple before taking a bite and savouring the sweet juice in her mouth. The redhead laughed with joy as she watched Becky enjoying the taste of her crop.

With every movement, the redhead – Imelda, Becky would later discover – exposed just a little more cleavage, her translucent dress slipping off one shoulder, then the other, then dipping deeply in the front. Becky had never seen such a dress in reality before; all she had known were rough garments meant to cover and hide her womanly curves. The nuns had frowned upon any unnecessary skin being shown; consequently, she was still largely unaware of just how alluring her heavy breasts were. Suddenly, her dress’s long sleeves and heavy fabric seemed so unnatural.

Many of Becky’s nocturnal research sessions featured a beautiful woman, lithe, experienced and keen to share the secrets of the female body. She had, however, never before met a woman who matched the picture in her head. Imelda radiated calm confidence, clearly aware of her beauty, but it seemed almost an afterthought.

“Sweet, yes?” the full-lipped redhead murmured, drawing closer to Becky. Her mouth suddenly dry, it was all Becky could do to nod. Imelda smelt of apples, mixed with fresh grass. She seemed totally at home in the outdoors, her bare feet comfortable in the warm soil of the summer.

Imelda lifted a small tanned hand and gently cupped Becky’s face. “I see you are sweet too.” Becky’s face coloured, enjoying the warm touch Escort Şerifali of another woman’s warm hand. She barely had a moment to think before a pair of soft lips pressed against hers, unexpected but genuinely welcomed.

Becky raised a tentative hand to Imelda’s neck, twisting the girl’s plentiful curls in her fingers. She dared to open her mouth a little and was delighted to find Imelda reciprocating her actions and then deepening the kiss even further.

Imelda pressed her petite breasts more urgently against Becky, her nipples rapidly hardening. Becky’s first experience of someone’s soft, warm breasts pushed against her body was a revolution. The sudden unfamiliar ache between her legs took her by surprise. For the first time, the innocent convent girl understood the nuns’ warnings; lust was indeed a powerful force, strong enough to make her forget her convictions of a lifetime. She allowed her other hand to drop to Imelda’s small waist and pull the supple body towards her.

Imelda’s breath was sweet like apples, her lips soft. Her tongue clearly had experience; either that, or she had perfect instincts, Becky thought, as she brought her own tongue to meet Imelda’s.

That one kiss changed everything. Becky lasted only another week in the mission group. She realised very soon that she was in no way suited to the life of a nun; the thoughts and passions awakened within her would never be tamed. She would spend the next few weeks desperately applying to any university which would have her. She was fortunate indeed that she had always been such a hardworking student; her grades were good enough that she could join the university three weeks into the year.

She was lucky indeed. After a chance meeting with Susan in the university grounds one day, she found the people who would help her put that blushing virgin so much further behind her.

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Since turning 30 I’ve been in a reflective mood, thinking about the good old days and of friends I haven’t seen in years. I decided to try to contact a few people just to see how their lives were going now. It worked out better than I imagined. Every person I wrote or called was happy to hear from me and I had a great time catching up.

The most interesting reunion was with Tammy, my first long-term girlfriend. She had dumped me about 9 years earlier after dating for 3 years. The breakup broke my heart but I realized afterwards that she was right to end the relationship. We were simply too young and had so much more life to experience before we could commit to anything serious. So we parted ways and both ended up moving to different cities after graduating university.

Despite the years that passed and the other serious relationships that developed, I never forgot Tammy. We may not have been perfect for each other in some ways, but she was the most sexually compatible woman I have ever been with. We were both inexperienced when we met, but soon made up for that. Our time together was dominated by sexual exploration. We could not get enough of each other’s bodies and of dreaming up new ways to excite each other. I would frequently spend my university class time imagining how I was going to seduce and make love to her, and it turns out she did the same with me. Gradually we stripped away our inhibitions and shared ever naughtier fantasies, usually while role-playing. Happily, we discovered that we shared virtually the same turn-ons.

We always enjoyed teasing each other, trying to turn the other on so much that they’ll do anything for a release. We became expert at it and we playfully battled to out-torment the other and she usually won. I’ve had some great sex since Tammy, but no one has ever turned me on as completely as she did. I won’t pretend that these thoughts were not in the back of my mind when I contacted her and arranged to meet her, but my main intention really was just to catch up. Hell, I didn’t even know if she was married or not. Work was sending her out of town conveniently close to my city, so we arranged to meet in her hotel’s lounge for a few drinks.

My stomach was in knots before meeting her. I’m a pretty moderate drinker these days, but I did toss back a few beers to calm my nerves. I had not laid eyes on her in over 7 years and was worried that we’d have nothing to say to each other. My hopes were that she still looked as good as she did before, but I expected her to have put on a few pounds and for her body to have sagged here and there. I would have been surprised if she had let herself go completely because she had been very into fitness while we were dating and had actually become a part-time aerobics instructor right after we broke up.

On my side I was pretty certain that my looks had improved since the time she met me. My super skinny 150 pounds on a 6ft 1in frame has increased to a more muscular 180 pounds and my child-like face has matured into that of an adult. People still don’t believe that I’m 30, but I don’t get ID’s for drinks anymore either.

At the arranged time I walked through the hotel lobby looking for the lounge. My eyes caught the blond hair of an attractive woman sitting on a bench and it took me some time to realize it was Tammy. We hugged hello and made our way to the lounge for some gin and tonics. The high-end hotel’s atmosphere was very luxurious, which seemed to enhance our conversation and started the evening off on a great note. As we drank and caught up, I tried to force my gaze not to travel down her body. It wasn’t that hard since her pretty face and deep eyes were a pleasure to look at. But when she excused herself I took the opportunity to stare at the creamy white skin between her leather boots and the hem of her dress. Kartal Escort

It turned out that we were both single but I didn’t raise my hopes of doing some of the things I had fantasized about every night for the past week. I wanted to make sure that Tammy would not win this time.

Writing this out I understand how silly it must sound, but we had a number of sexual reunions in the year after our breakup and she had always been the one to end it. Basically this woman ended up dumping me numerous times, and each time I swore I would be stronger and not succumb to her again. But when she needed my sex again she would pull out all the stops until I agreed. She would arrive at my place dressed only in an overcoat and beg to give me head, or she would arrive in pigtails and ask to play ‘babysitter’, or she would beg me to force myself on her. Every time was sexually fantastic, but my pride took a beating every time the affairs ended. So even this many years later my pride overrode my libido, at least temporarily. I vowed not to initiate any sex and kept the conversation on the friendly side.

The evening progressed successfully to dinner at a nice nearby pub/restaurant. We ate well and had no end of old stories about old friends. Neither of us mentioned sex but we enjoyed a great evening anyway. After last call, I felt more than half drunk and even more convinced that she looked fantastic. I was still stubbornly determined not to cave in first with an obvious come on, but my flirting kicked into high gear. By this point I knew I wanted her but I couldn’t read if the feeling was mutual.

At 2AM we had to leave the bar and with nothing else open there was no option but to take her back to her hotel. The reunion had gone so well that I couldn’t really be disappointed, but after seeing her again and remembering some of our escapades it was unfortunate that we would not be reliving some of them. I parked in front of her hotel and walked her into the lobby, determined to be a gentleman and also giving her every last chance to ask me upstairs. And then it happened. She asked me if I wanted to see her fantastic room and keep talking. It was a very casual, breezy and friendly request, but in my mind she had now come on to me first. I agreed immediately.

Her room really was fantastic, but I took very little notice. Tammy stood in front of me laying her jacket on a chair and kicking her boots into the corner. I decided that enough time had been wasted that night so I brazenly came up behind her and placed my hands on her hips. She stood up straight and shocked but did not move away. I kissed her neck as gently as I could and felt her whole body shudder. She turned around and stared at me with a desperate look on her face before melting her lips onto mine.

We kissed for a long time before I moved my mouth down to her neck. Between uninhibited groans she told me she hadn’t been sure if I wanted to… before losing her thoughts in pleasure. I unzipped her dress and let it slide to the floor, exposing the skin I had been admiring all night. My hands were gently exploring Tammy’s sides and back and sensitive neck as I kissed her face. She held me tight, seemingly in a trance of need, simply letting me do as I pleased.

I lay her on the bed and paused to take her in for a moment. She looked amazing. Seven years had taken nothing away from her. Her eyes glazed over with lust and her amazing breasts heaved deeply. She completed the look of a completely horny Tammy by slowly rubbing her thighs together and tucking her hands underneath her back. Then the devil in me spawned an idea that made me smile from ear to ear.

I crawled over Tammy and removed her bra. Her pink nipples jutted out irresistibly. I kissed and rubbed her entire torso, pulling briefly on those nipples and spending Kartal Escort Bayan more time on her neck. By the time I reached down the front of her panties they were soaked. I peeled them down slowly, relishing her beauty. As I sat back and absorbed her body with my eyes, I noted that the only difference from the old days was that she now sported a more narrowly trimmed bush.

Determined to make her as excited as possible I returned to her mouth and kissed deeply, hands exploring but staying away from the most sensitive areas. I then moved downward with my head. She unconsciously moaned out an audible ‘yes’ when she felt me licking down her chest, down her stomach taking an agonizing amount of time.

Kissing and licking all the way down to her pussy, I lovingly spent time on every inch of flesh except her clitoris. I spread her open with my fingers and breathed warmly on her. My fingers danced around her outer lips and over her hair while my tongue found its way lightly over everything but the trigger. Tammy had her hands on the back of my head trying to force me onto the slit, but I resisted. She may have realized that I planned to torture her with desire, but she was in no position to do anything about it. I gave her pussy a final massage with my fingers and stood up.

Her eyes lit up in concern until I began undressing. She smiled and sat up to watch me until I was naked and then held her arms open to welcome me back. I lay on top of her and kissed her again, but told her we couldn’t go any further. She looked at me in alarm and said ‘What?’. I explained that we had no condoms and I was always very careful. Tammy began to explain that she had some, but she was interrupted with the sensation of my hard cock at her opening. I told her I needed the large size, which wasn’t strictly true (just a preference) and removed my cock.

I kept kissing her and teasing her with my cock until she was basically babbling, holding my back and trying to thrust herself down on me. It was everything I could do not to just give in and fuck her right there. Then she used her legs and squeezed at just the right moment and I slid inside her a few inches.

We gasped into each other’s mouths as I felt how hot and wet she was. It took me a minute to regain my composure. I told her that we could not do this as I rocked myself almost imperceptibly inside her. She kissed me as passionately as she could while pressing me with her legs, but I held on and slid out of her. Before she could protest I slid the head of my cock into her, and then back out.

She grabbed my hands and slid them over her head, a position we enjoyed countless times while dating. It had the effect of exciting her submissive nature and my dominant nature and it very nearly made me forget my game. But I held off. I allowed myself one half thrust into her which felt as good as anything I’ve ever felt in my life, and then got off of her.

Tammy knew she was being played with now and tried to turn the tables. She told me that she’d do anything I wanted. She said that I could play with her any way I wanted, that she’d be my toy. I knew she meant it and I knew that I was losing my ability to resist her any longer. Tammy then asked me in a sweet voice if she could suck my dick. I didn’t answer, but that didn’t stop her from crawling over to me as I kneeled on the bed. Continually staring at me, she crawled in front of me and gently licked the head of my cock. It was useless to pretend it wasn’t amazing since I was as erect as I had ever been in my life.

Tammy licked the whole length of me, smiling and looking into my eyes and told me she could taste herself on me. I was squeezing my hands together behind my back in concentration so that I wouldn’t give in. I tried to ignore the talented lips and tongue as Escort Kartal she moaned onto my cock. I closed my eyes so that I wouldn’t have to be tortured by the beautifully innocent smile of the woman seducing me. But when I felt her take me into her mouth, and then suck almost all of me in I had to look. She knew I would since her eyes were on mine the whole time. The site of her staring at me and even managing to smile at me with my whole cock in her mouth nearly pushed me over the edge. Then I saw her playing with herself, which is something I always loved to watch. I pulled out of her mouth and told her to bend over.

She obeyed and I came up behind her, squeezing her ass and trying to carry out the last part of my plan. I rubbed my cock over her wet pussy and then held myself at her cunt. I asked her if she wanted me to fuck her, and she moaned ‘Yess, Fuck me’ way too loudly for a hotel room. I let myself slide in just an inch.

‘Tammy, I want your pussy. But I want it any time I need it. Tell me that your pussy is still mine to use whenever I want’. I could see her smile as she understood my game, but she didn’t answer right away. Her competitive nature forced her to make a last stand. She tried to quickly slam her ass backward and catch my cock again, but I held her tight. She was rocking back and forth anyway, moaning like a hungry cat. I slid in another inch, then out again.

‘Tammy, tell me your cunt belongs to me from now on. Whenever I need you, you are going to be mine’.

She answered with the sultry voice she always used to use when she was talking about her deepest, most secret dirtiest fantasies. ‘You want me to give you my pussy, huh? You want to use my cunt?’ She was working herself up with her own words, continuously rocking, continuously trying to suck in more of my dick. I knew she was close to giving in, but I was too. I had to end it.

I grabbed a handful of her blond hair and pulled, straightening her up until her back pressed against my chest. Still holding her hair, I turned her head enough to face me. Her mouth stood open in surprise. My other hand stroked her slowly from her neck to her right breast, down to her pussy. I grabbed her slippery clit between my fingers and squeezed.

‘Tammy, who does this belong to now?’ The hoarseness of my voice surprised me. My lips hovered an inch away from hers waiting for her answer. I could feel her heat up dramatically inside with the head of my cock. The expression on her face changed into one of pure animal desperation.

‘Please fuck me and you can have me whenever you want. You win. Please fuck me now.’ With that she kissed me hard and slid completely onto my cock. I grabbed her hips with both hands and fucked her deep and hard.

It took me a few minutes to remember that I wasn’t wearing a condom. I slowed down and asked her if she was on the pill, and she said no. When I mentioned that I wasn’t using anything she was so out of control that she said she didn’t care. With Herculean effort I pulled out of her and slid down beside her.

Side by side we began kissing and using our hands on each other. She alternated rubbing my cock against her pussy and expertly masturbating me. My fingers remembered what she liked and firmly stroked circles around her clit. Tammy whispered the dirty things I loved to hear, fantasizing about what we’d do with another woman in bed with us while manipulating me until I told her I was going to cum. She said ‘Good!’ and begged me to come all over her. My orgasm brought flashes of color over my eyes as my whole body throbbed. When I came back to reality I realized that I had forgotten to breath, I sucked in a gasp of air which made Tammy laugh and ask if I enjoyed that.

I replied by continuing her story about the other woman and playing with her pussy. I described what I had planned for her now that I owned her, turning her on and fingering her until she exploded over me. We stayed in that position without bothering to clean up. We just lay there, playfully talking about ‘my’ new pussy until and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography.

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Part 16 – The Soltis Badge

“Well, look who’s here! My favorite University students.” said the gravelly voice of Captain Sean “Cav” Moynahan. His military-style short hair seemed whiter than the last time I’d seen him.

It was 12:40pm, Tuesday, November 3d, and Cindy and I had exceeded speeds of 100 miles per hour to get down to this crime scene.

“What do we have, Captain Moynahan?” I asked, grinning. “A new classroom for our ‘edumacation’?”

“Something like that.” he said. I noticed Crime Lab people working on the scene, and some uniformed officers. A dead woman was lying on her side on the ground, propped against a chain link fence. She was dressed in faded denim pants, a denim jacket, an dark blue shirt with multicolored curled lines, dark blue tennis shoes like Mary Mahoney would sometimes wear.

“Hit over the back of the head.” I said as I examined the body. “No signs of a struggle, no torn clothes. Any needle marks?” I asked a nearby crime lab technician.

“A very recent one,” said the tech, “in the vein at the left elbow.” She pointed out the red mark. The tissue around it was slightly swollen.

“Looks like she was ambushed, then shot up with drugs to look like an O.D.” I said. “I’ll bet the coroner finds it to be that way.”

“We didn’t even think it was a crime at first.” said Moynahan. “It’d be absolutely nothing if it weren’t for Soltis’s badge being found. Hey, Smith! Show the Commander here that badge.” A technician came over as I put on latex gloves. I took the proffered badge out of its evidence sleeve and closely examined it. Cindy did the RFID reading.

“Soltis’s badge.” she said. “But it’s coming up ‘Reported As Missing’.”

“Good.” I said. “I’m hoping Frank will tell us that when we talk to him, too. So, Captain, any idea who the deceased is?”

“Her fingerprints came up as a ‘Bonita McClure’, a.k.a. ‘Bonita St. Claire’.” said Moynahan. “Busted for running an escort ring in the City about a year ago. No one knew she was down here, or anything about her. She’s pretty much off the grid.”

I said “I understand Detective Soltis is moving to a Vice unit. Think she might’ve been a C.I. for him, anything like that?”

“I can tell you unequivocally ‘no’ on that.” said Cav. “Internal Affairs has already checked on that, just in case we were about to step on any toes. This girl is not a C.I. for us. Maybe for the State or Feds, but her name hasn’t come up as such.”

I took two photos of the body; one full length, the other concentrating on her face and head. “You might try running another name through… ‘Bonita Bishop’, whose ex-husband was murdered a week ago. We’ve been looking for her.” I’d heard Cindy gasp when I mentioned the name.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Hi, Frank.” I said as we entered the room at Moynahan’s Midtown Police Precinct. It was a glass walled conference room, but was for interrogations.

“Hi guys.” said Detective Soltis, his black hair combed and perfectly in place. “What’s going on?”

“We’ve been deputized by the SBI to ask you a few questions.” I said. “You can have a lawyer or Union rep here if you want one.”

“Do I need one?” asked Frank.

“I don’t know.” I said. “Can we examine your badge, please?” Soltis produced the badge, which was new and genuine.

“Have you lost your badge in the recent past?” I asked.

“Yeah, about two months ago.” said Soltis. “Right when I was transferring to my new assignment. I had a second one, but I filed the report and got a new one, per requirements.”

“Where did you lose it?”

“It disappeared from my locker in my gym while I was working out.” said Soltis. “I had a lock on the locker, but those aren’t that hard to break open, especially with one good blow from something like a… crowbar.”

“Hee ees geev-ing away our secret yoo-ses for our crowbars, Crowbar 2.” I said to Cindy in my ‘German’ accent. She smiled briefly. Reassuming my normal voice, I said “Frank, you may or may not know that your badge was found on the body of a woman today. A ‘Bonita McClure’. Does that name ring a bell?”

“No.” Soltis answered, shaking his head.

“All right.” I said. “Internal Affairs is going to be all over you for where you were at certain times, yadda yadda yadda—-“

“They already are.” said Soltis. “They’ve already asked me a lot of questions. I answered them, and I don’t think there should Maltepe Escort be any problems over this, just irritation.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Looks like you were right, Commander.” said Cpt. Moynahan as we talked in his office. “The FBI confirmed the fingerprints of the girl also matched a ‘Bonita Bishop’. Seems she has a number of aliases. They’re kind of curious as to why, and so am I.”

“Well,” I said, “it’s suggestive that she’s running criminal operations and doesn’t want to be easily found.” I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Cindy had cut her eyes at me as I said it, and that she was studying me. She really is getting better, I thought happily.

“Heh heh heh heh.” barked Captain Moynahan in laughter. “Might be hard for the FBI to figure that out by themselves. So seriously, you think this has anything to do with those other badge-related murders you’ve been looking at the past week?”

“Maybe.” I said. “But I think it has more to do with that stuff that was going on when I was down here last summer (Pink Lemonade, Ch. 2). By the way, you have any more trouble?”

Cav Moynahan gave what was a brief sigh, then said “No, not really. The Assistant Chief got a visit from Internal Affairs, and decided that keeping his mouth shut and his butt clean was his wisest course of action. But he’s just biding his time. Lieutenant Evans is now up there running Nextdoor County’s Vice Squad… great opportunity for her, and she’s closer to you guys… and Soltis has transferred. I’m just getting new guys in place, putting in good leaders for them, and wrapping things up.”

“I hear you.” I said. “Cindy, we need to be getting back. Thanks for calling us down, Captain. We’ll be seeing you again soon.”

“Looking forward to it.” said Cav, who escorted us out to our car and shook hands with us.

We’d barely made it to University Highway, the limited access four-lane highway that would take us home, when Cindy whirled to ‘confront’ me.”

“Yeah, someone uses aliases to keep the FBI from finding them.” Cindy said. “Hell, Ikea and Sharples could figure that out. What’s the real story, Crowbar 1?”

I grinned, then said in the form of a quotation: “Not much gets by you, Crowbar 2.” Cindy tried hard to keep a stern face, and failed. She broke down laughing.

“Okay,” she said, “seriously, you were thinking of something else. What was it?”

“I think she was trying to hide, and not very successfully.” I said. “But not from Law Enforcement. She was hiding from someone else… someone who represented an existential threat to her. The same person that bankrolled her ex-husband’s pawn shop, then paid Ben Knight to kill Quintus and steal the money.”

“Our friendly neighborhood Consultant of Crime?” Cindy guessed, and correctly.

“Would not shock me if it was.” I said. “My only question is… why Soltis? He’s not a bad cop, he’s not dirty… unless he’s done the best snow job on me since I was in high school…”

“Can I talk to Molly about it?” Cindy asked. “If she had any suspicions at all, I’ll find out about them for you.”

“Sounds like an Iron Crowbar plan, there.” I said. “Sounds like an Iron Crowbar plan.”

“One other thing.” Cindy said. “Captain Moynahan said he was going to ‘wrap things up’. What did he mean by that? Is he retiring?”

“Could be.” I said. “He’s got a target on his back.”

“He doesn’t seem to the type of man who would succumb to that.” Cindy said. “I’d think he’d be fighting back.”

“One never knows.” I said cryptically as I scanned my mirrors for anyone following us “Maybe he will be…”

Part 17 – The Final Badge

Wednesday morning, November 4th. Today was Todd and Melina’s son Doug’s 2nd birthday, and I was looking forward to a little party for him at the Mountain Nest this evening. Melina had declined Laura’s invitation, an invitation to attend her own child’s birthday party… but Teresa said she was coming with Todd and little Doug.

There was no new news. Nothing on the allegations of me giving the Wildcats locker room fodder, just seemingly innocuous stories about Coach Groves preparing his team for their next game. Nothing new on the murder of Quintus Bishop nor Gabe Wheeler. Bettina had a spot about the Community Center doing some project for Veterans Day on November 11th.

I got a phone call as Priya was finishing up her 8:00am report on KSTD, and just as my Angels were gathering for the morning meeting. It was Molly. Naturally, my concern was about the baby.

“Molly?” I asked, picking up the phone, “Is anything wrong?”

“Personally, no.” Molly said, understanding why I was asking. “The baby and I are fine. I just wanted to tell you that I just talked to Frank Soltis. Midtown I.A. just formally suspended him, without pay, pursuant to the investigation of his badge on that dead woman’s body.”

“Are you kidding?” I gasped. Recovering, I said “Did he say why?”

“No, not on the phone.” Molly said. “But this Maltepe Escort Bayan is the worst thing they could do to him short of arresting him. No ‘desk duty’, ‘restricted duty’, or suspension with pay… they’re bringing the hammer down, and he has no idea why.”

“Okay, thanks for calling.” I said. “I’ll see you at Ross’s birthday party tomorrow.” I hung up.

“Oh my God.” I said. Three pairs of Angel Eyes were upon me. I continued “Frank Soltis was suspended in Midtown. I’ve got to call Cav Moynahan.”

“Not Frank?” Cindy asked.

“No, Cav.” I said. I got out my cell phone and suited the deed to the word.

“Cav!” I said. “What’s going on down there?…. uh huh…. oh really… uh huh… Cav, you need to get out of there. Right now. Get in your POV and drive your ass up here as fast as you can…. yes, I have a place you can stay… okay, see you soon.”

As I put my phone away, I explained. “Suspending Soltis that hard suggests to me that Cav’s last line of personal defense is being taken away from him. Cav said he’d already put in for vacation for the rest of this month, which was granted. So he’s going to come up here.”

“He’s in danger?” Teresa asked.

“Very grave danger.” I said.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

A half hour later, I realized I had one thing I still needed to do. So with Cindy in tow I went up to County Jail, north of Town. Ben Knight was due to be transferred to State Prison, and I wanted to talk to him before that happened. I also called his Court-appointed attorney to be there.

“Hi Ben.” I said. “I just have a couple of questions, give you one last shot for parole in 20-25 years.”

“What do you want to know?”

“When I asked you who put you up to this crime, you wouldn’t answer.” I said. “I don’t think you were afraid of your own life, you were trying to protect someone else… weren’t you?”

Knight tried to hold a straight face, but the fear was fighting hard to present itself.

“In fact,” I said, “I think you were trying to protect Bonita, Quintus’s wife. You were having an affair with her. She left Quintus, and you and she continued the affair, as well as some not-too-noble operations in the City.”

“I got nothing to say.” said Knight. I took out my iPhone. Cindy knew where I was going with this, and I caught just an edge of sadness on her ruggedly pretty features.

“Ben,” I said, showing the picture of the late Bonita Bishop that I’d taken at the crime scene, “is this Bonita?”

Ben looked. His eyes widened in shock, then pain as he realized what he was seeing. “Oh my God, NO!!!” he cried out. “NO! It’s a trick! Tell me she’s not dead! TELL ME!”

“I’m sorry, Ben.” I said. “I wish I could tell you that. But she was found dead yesterday in Midtown.” Ben’s face was buried in his hands. He was sobbing. I gave him a minute.

“The bastard killed her anyway, Ben.” I said. “There is no reason for you not to tell me who he is. If you do know anything, help me avenge Bonita… before he gets to you, too.”

“I wish I could.” said Knight. “I wish I knew enough to tell you. I only worked through that fat guy in the trenchcoat and the guy with the obvious wig.”

“Tell us from the beginning, Ben.” I said. “Everything about you and Bonita.”

“I met her when I first met Quintus.” said Ben. “I think I was in love with her from that minute. We were friendly for a few weeks, then she finally let me take her to bed. It just got hotter from there. She said she wanted to leave Quintus, but she couldn’t just yet. After a few more weeks, I finally convinced her to walk away from him.”

“I asked her to come live with me.” Ben continued, “But she said she couldn’t, that I’d lose my job as his security guy, and that she needed to get out of Town anyway. I didn’t really ask her about it; at the time I thought she was just scared of him… Quintus.

“But later on, I realized it wasn’t Quintus she was scared of.” Ben said. “She would never let me go meet her. She always came into Town on a weekend and we’d shack up at my place. She wouldn’t let me take her out to dinner or anything. So I knew something was wrong. I asked her about it, and she said she was trying to avoid some bad people, and that the less I knew about it, the better off I’d be. She said that after she worked things out, we could run away together and be free together.”

“Then I got asked about doing this job on Quintus and stealing the money.” Ben went on. “I told Bonita about it, and said I was going to run with the whole stack of cash, and not give it up like I was supposed to. Bonita agreed, and said this was our chance. We were going to meet up in Midtown, then get out of here and go somewhere far away, like Florida, and start a new life together.”

“Did you hear from her after your arrest?” I asked.

“No.” said Ben. “We thought I might be held as a witness or something, but didn’t think you… meaning the cops… would figure out that I’d done it myself. Escort Maltepe So she was going to lay low, then I’d call a number and leave a message, and she’d meet me 24 hours later at a place south of Midtown and we’d go.”

“Did you make that call?” I asked.

“No.” Ben said. “You busted me for the murder, found the money before I could get it out of there and leave Town. It was all over for me, so I thought Bonita would be better off going her own way without me.”

“What about Norris?” I asked. “Was he involved in any of this?”?

“I think he knew I was banging Bonita.” said Ben. “He was such a fucking straight-laced numb-nuts that he didn’t approve, but I didn’t give a shit. He had no idea of our plans.”

“How did Richard Norris feel about race relations? About blacks?” I asked. “Was he a racist?”

Knight seemed surprised by the question. “No, I don’t think he was a racist. Some people say all Republicans are racist, and he was a rabid Republican Party guy. But he never used the ‘N-word’ or anything like that…” After a pause, he said “The only thing I ever heard him say about something like that was that he was tired of him and me having to struggle like dogs to make any money, while blacks got welfare, especially free housing.”

“Did you know a Louise Belfort?” I asked.

“I think you or your people asked about her before.” said Knight. “I don’t know her or who she is.”

“Norris never mentioned her?” I asked. “And did he ever mention his time in the City Housing Authority?”

“He said he’d worked there, and it was really corrupt in there, so he left.” Ben replied. “He didn’t mention this Belfort lady by name, not that I can remember.”

To Ben’s lawyer, I said “We have to get this man into some serious protective custody, and quickly. I’m going to call the FBI. There is a larger case they can claim this is part of, they can take custody of Ben and get him into a Federal prison out of this State where he might be safe.” The lawyer agreed.

After making that call, and arranging for solitary confinement for Knight under constant guard until the FBI came and got him, Cindy and I left the County Jail and Third Precinct Headquarters. As we got into my SUV, my cellphone rang. It was SBI Deputy Director Conlan.

“Yet another body and another badge.” said Conlan. “Coltrane County, south of Buford.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

I was totally stunned as I looked at the body on the ground.

“Do you realize who this is?” I asked Sheriff Sorrells and Deputy Strait. Cindy didn’t know, either.

“No sir.” said Deputy Strait. “His drivers’ license was in his wallet in his pants pocket. Says he’s a ‘Mark McCluskey’ from Midtown. Car tags registered to the same name and address”

“No badge on him?” I asked. “Or in his car?”

“Yeah, there was.” drawled Sheriff Sorrells, holding up a City Police badge in an evidence bag.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, “I meant his own badge. Guys, this is the Assistant Police Chief of the Midtown Force.” Everyone gasped.

“Oh, wow.” said Sheriff Sorrells. To answer your question, Commander… no, we did not find a Midtown badge. Deputy, I think we’ll need to look again.” Strait agreed and was about to walk away.

“Our Crime Lab is on the way down.” I said, stopping Strait. “Let them look for it.”

Just then, my Police cellphone rang. It was Lt. Perlman. “Captain Moynahan just got here. What do you want me to do with him?”

“Whatever your little heart desires. Just don’t give him a heart attack.” I said jokingly. “Seriously, introduce him to the MCD and Vice Detectives, and to Chief Bennett if Bennett is there. But what I also need is…” I told Tanya some instructions, after which I said “Put Cav on the line.”

“Yes, Commander.” I heard Cav’s gravelly voice.

“Cav, did you stop on the way up here? At all?” I asked.

“No, I came straight up.”

“Were you followed?” I asked.

“Now that you mention it,” said Cav, “I saw the same group of about four cars right around me while I was driving through Hamilton County into Coltrane County. They dropped off when I was getting near Buford.”

“Does your car have GPS?” I asked. Cav affirmed that it did.

“Cav, I need you to do something, and it’s extremely important.” I said. “I need you to get Lt. Perlman to get Myron Milton, and you need to let Myron download the GPS information into our evidence servers. It may be the only thing that keeps your good name in the clear.”

“Well, funny you should say that, because your young Lieutenant has already rounded up Mr. Milton, and they are on their way to my car already, having purrr-loined my keyyyyys.” Cav said in his particular and fun way of talking.

“Good.” I said, grinning. “I’ll be back up there soon. Stay at Headquarters.”

By now, the TCPD Crime Lab, contracted by Coltrane County, was at the scene, gathering evidence. “Sir!” called out Christina Cho from the roadside. “We’ve got broken car glass in several places just down the road, rubber tire marks, and some dug-up dirt right down there; you can see it from here. It looks like it will be a match for the tires of this car. You can see that the taillights are busted out, and there’s a huge dent on the driver-side door.”

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I was visiting home from college over Christmas break. My younger sister Jean was having a slumber party with three of her best friends, they were locked in her room for the night. Jean’s friends were hot without question. My sister and Rachel were 18; Molly and Vicky were almost 18. The four of them grew up together and as they developed from skinny, obnoxious little brats, my attitude toward them changed as well. I hadn’t seen the three friends for over a year and they definitely weren’t skinny or little anymore. All of a sudden it didn’t matter that I was more than four years older than them. I don’t know if Vicky or Rachel was the sexiest but both blondes were awesome to look at and to fantasize over. I lusted after Molly too; the small brunette exuded an aura of sexual vitality. Even my sister tweaked my libido, but she was my sister so her three friends got the full attention of my percolating hormones.

I could hear them laughing and playing through the closed bedroom door down the hall, and through my closed bedroom door. Our parent’s room was on the first floor so they weren’t bothered by the racket the four girls were making. Jean had been having the three friends over since they were in grade school and it was no big deal; I was accustomed to the riot of giggling and prattle coming from her room. This night was no different, or so I thought as I went past my sister’s room to the bathroom, “What did it look like? How big was it?” drifted through the door as I walked past.

“It looked big to me; he was the first one I’ve ever seen.” Whoa! Stop right there, that sounded like Rachel talking. What the hell are they talking about? I stopped by the door and stood in the dark hall trying to hear more of the conversation.

“Did you touch it?” I heard my sister ask.

“Yeah; god, it was hot and thumping, he jerked when I grabbed it then he shot his stuff all over my hand.”

Molly spoke up, “What does it look like, cum I mean, not his cock?”

“Like silky white hand lotion, slippery too. Only hot.”

Jean again, “Did you have sex with him?”

“No, I wouldn’t let him so he asked me to give him a blowjob, you know, suck him off.”

“Ohmygawd!” blurted Molly, did you do that?”

There was a pause of a few seconds then Rachael started again, “No, I might try it sometime, but not with him.”

I was rooted to the floor; my feet wouldn’t budge and I forgot that I had to go pee. I’d never heard the four girls talking like this before and I wanted to hear everything, to see just how much they knew or were doing. I’d been wondering for a long time if my sister or her friends were still virgins and this was a chance to maybe find out. I now knew that Rachael had gotten far enough to jack some guy off, and my cock started to levitate in my jeans.

I heard feet on the floor then Jean said, “I have to go pee, I’ll be right back.” I scrambled from her door back to my room, the tent in my pants leading the way. I clicked my door shut just as hers opened so she didn’t catch me spying on her and her friends. Later the girls moved to the kitchen for a ration of junk food so the chatter died out. My erection had slowly faded, but when I went to bed, I had every intention of whacking it until I relieved the pressure in my nuts.

Some fifteen minutes after the girls left Jean’s room, I was lying on my back thinking about a girl’s dorm party I’d been to, encouraging my prick to become a hard-on when I heard a soft knock on my door. I flipped to my side so the blanket tent wouldn’t show my condition, “Who is it?” I growled.

The door opened wide enough that Jean could look into my room, “It’s me, what are you doing?”

“I’m in bed, what the fuck does it look like I’m doing?”

She stepped into the room but left the door open, I could see the shadow of another girl on the hall floor, somebody else was standing just outside the open door.

Jean was hesitant, faltering slightly as she struggled to say speak, “I, uh, we, no, uhh, they were wondering, uhh, uhh, if you would let them do, uhh, hmm, something.”

“Who? What are you talking about?”

“The girls, they want to uhh, umm, do something and they asked me to ask you.”

I was curious but irritated at her behavior, “Quit stuttering and tell me what the hell you want Jean.”

She backed up and whispered something to the shadow and I saw a hand lift to her shoulder and push her back into the room. My sister looked at me again, “They want to practice on you,” she blurted.

Slam! My mind went into a hyper-sex drive. The only practice I could think of that takes place at night and in a bedroom had to be sexually orientated. My semi-hard prick swelled as my pulse rate shot up, “Practice what?”

The shadow moved when Rachael stepped into the room and stood beside my sister. Right behind her were the other two girls, all of them were wearing nightclothes, I couldn’t see them clearly in the dim light but in my imagination, they were all nude under the nightgowns. Molly clicked the door shut as Rachael moved to stand beside me, “You let us worry about what. We’ve decided that we need to practice something and you are the only man around right now. You wanna play with us?” My cock bloated even more, I’d never felt it so heavy or thick as it felt just then.

“What kind of play?” I forced from of my throat.

As my sister’s other two friends moved to the opposite of the bed, I heard Vicky say, “We want to learn how to give blow jobs, and you can be our crash test dummy. You think you can do that for us?”

I was totally fucking surprised, “The three of you?”

I saw Molly nod while Rachael smiled, “Yeah,” and then pulled the blanket off me. I was already nude because I had wanted to jack off, so she looked at me from face to groin. My cock was thick and hard, standing strong from my pubic hair. The three girls were all studying my cock as it pulsed and swayed, Jean was at the end of the bed; I wasn’t sure but I think she was checking me out too. I was momentarily embarrassed but that passed quickly as I realized that the three were not shocked or intimidated by my condition. I wasn’t sure what to expect so when Molly stretched out her fingers and touched the end of my cock it twitched. She jerked her hand back, giggled, then put her fingertips on the end of it again. This time she didn’t pull back when it throbbed. She wrapped her fist around the shaft and held it lightly while she looked at her friends. Rachael then Vicky put their hands on my cock; I had three girls fingering my hard-on and it reacted accordingly, by packing even harder.

I flopped my head back on my pillow and let them play. I think it was Vicky that went to my nuts first. She rubbed the palm of her hand on the nutsack then teased me with her fingers. Soon I felt more hands between my legs, the soft caresses from the girls were causing them to firm up and rise to the base of my cock. Hands on my legs urged me to open them wider; I spread them so they had more room to fondle me. My mind was racing, I’d fantasized about each of these girls and now I had all three of them in my room, playing with my body. I felt the mattress on the left side dip as Rachael sat beside me then the bed evened out when the other two sat on my right. They began exploring more of my legs and stomach, and in moments I had six hands roaming over me from feet to face. I opened my eyes and focused on Molly, “I’m nude girls, that’s not fair.”

Vicky spoke up, “You want us to take our stuff off?”

My cock surged again as I envisioned an uninhibited engagement with three thrilling teen girls, “It’s only right.” As if on some silent mental link, the three of them stood up and pulled off their sleeping gowns. My imagination had been right on, none of them was wearing underwear. Rachael let me stare at her nudity for a few seconds then eased onto the bed again. As I shifted my gaze to Vicky and Molly, I felt Rachael grip my cock and squeeze it. I turned to look at her just as she bent over and put her lips on the end of it. My heart was forcing blood to race through my veins as I looked at the two girls standing beside me watching their friend kiss my dick. I glanced toward my sister but I could only see her as a shadow in the darker shadows at the end of my bed. The blonde fondling my erection pursed her lips and slipped her mouth over the end of my cock. I’ve had girls suck my cock before, but the promise of three at the same time sent vibrations of pleasure through me and my nuts swelled tight with anticipation. Rachael’s lips on my prick sent shock waves of sensation directly to my balls, I put my hand on the back of her head and pressed her down until the head of my dick was sliding over her tongue. She mouthed the end of me and then licked the end. She put one hand around my cock and the other over my nuts then started bobbing her head. It didn’t take long for the silky-smooth feel of her hot mouth to build my pressure to overload. I put my hand under her chin and lifted her face from my lap, “You gotta stop or you’ll get everything.”

She smiled at me then looked at Molly, “You want to try it?”

The cute, petite brunette asked me, “Are you going to lose it in my mouth?”

“Only if you want me to.”

“Don’t, not the first time.” The implication that she might let me cum in her mouth later sent another shiver of lust through me. Vicky sat down and started rubbing my legs while Molly went to her knees beside me and bent over my lap. She gripped my cock hard so that just the end of it was sticking out of her hand. She stuck her tongue out and lightly tapped the end of it, tasting the clear fluids seeping from the hole. She looked at me, my sister, then kissed the head of my prick. The small dark-haired girl was even more eager to suck on me than Rachael. It took only a few attempts before she was sliding me over her lips and tongue, I could feel the end Aksaray Escort of it caressing the back of her throat. My balls were still ballooning, and in about three minutes I had to pull her off or she would have gotten everything loaded in them.

Vicky urged her little friend to move from me, then tried to go down immediately but I had to hold her off until the pressure receded again. She was fingering my erection while the other two were making comments about how it felt to have a cock in their mouth. Once I thought I could handle the third girl I bumped my hips which thrust my erection through Vicky’s fingers. She leaned over and gave me the same treatment as Rachael, a light experimental lick then slowly slipped her mouth over the end of it. As Vicky started fucking me with her mouth, my sister Jean sat on the end of the bed, watching closely.

I felt as if I had won some kind of lottery, I couldn’t believe my luck. While Vicky worked on her first blowjob, I rested my hands on bare thighs, Rachel on one side and Molly on the other. I felt over the curve of their legs and found hot treasure between their legs. Rachael eased her legs wider while Molly rocked her hips against my hand. I started fingering two pussies while the third girl mouthed me eagerly. I had to stop her so I managed to force the words, “Vicky, you gotta stop now.”

She pulled her mouth off my cock and turned to look at me, “If you cum, can you do it again?”

“I promise you, Vicky, it won’t go down at all. If you three want to practice all night I’ll be steady and ready.” I meant it, I knew that even if I did blow my nuts, my cock would stay hard because of all the stimulation I was getting.

She looked from me to her two friends, “Help me,” she offered.

Rachael and Molly put their hands over Vicky’s and the three of them started pumping my shaft. It only took about three tugs on the pole before I began shooting fountains of fluids into the air and over their hands. All three of them were watching intently, my sister moved her eyes from my erupting cock to my eyes and smiled. As soon as I quit shooting Molly studied the mess on the back of her hand then licked a small taste. She rolled her tongue around in her mouth, “It’s a little salty,” she said to her friends. Both Vicky and Rachael sampled a bit of cum the same way.

Rachael leaned over and kissed me solidly on the mouth. The kiss surprised me but the thrill of it went directly to my prick which throbbed in appreciation. Molly followed Rachael then I got the same treatment from Vicky only she flicked her tongue experimentally against my lips. Again, six hands got busy on my body and before I knew it, Molly moved over my lap and began to lick the residual semen off the shaft of my hard-on. Vicky finished cleaning me by wiping my balls and legs with her nightgown then started to go down on me again. While she was working on me, gaining confidence in her ability the other two moved down and started talking to Jean, telling her what it felt like and that she should find a cock to play with too. I ran my hand between Vicky’s legs and probed her sex which was hot and wet. She moaned over my erection and humped her ass which forced two fingers between the lips of her cunt. She plunged her head down and I felt the end of my hard-on slide into her throat. She grabbed my balls with a hand and squeezed them gently while giving deep head.

Molly decided it was her turn so she managed to get Vicky off me and took her place. She didn’t take me in as far as the pretty blonde, but she used her tongue a lot, licking and teasing the end of my cock. I gave her the same feel I’d given Vicky, and when she felt me fondling her cunt she gasped around my dick and rocked her hips on my hand.

After a couple of minutes of Molly, Rachael took her place. My sister and the other two watched as she examined me closely, then licked my balls and the shaft of my erection to the arrowed head. She squeezed a glob of clear fluid from the end of me and kissed it off. After tasting me that way she put her mouth over me, turned her ass to my face, and put a lip lock on my hard-on. I urged one of her knees over my head which put her body over my face. As Rachael bounced her head in my lap I put my mouth over the swollen lips of her cunt. She was hot and dripping sweet honey which I licked off her with long strokes of my tongue. Having the young sexy girls working on me led to the inevitable end. The shaft of my stone-hard muscle was filling again with another explosion of life forces, and if Rachael wasn’t careful, she was going to get it all. Just about the time I was going to pull her off, she began to rock her body, her thighs which were caressing my cheeks started quivering and she began to gasp around my cock. I had given her an orgasm by eating her while she fucked me orally. She lifted her head off me, “Oh god, yes!” she wailed, jerking on my cock until I shot off then she put her lips over the end and let me flood her mouth.

Rachel fell off me, her chest and tits heaving for breath. Jean found a towel hanging over a chair and helped her friend clean the mess off her mouth and cheeks then my sister used the towel to clean the cum off my legs and stomach. My cock had flagged to about half-staff by the time she lifted it to wipe it clean. Having my sister touch me that way concerned me slightly, but I did enjoy the light fingering as she worked. Molly and Vicky got off the bed and put their gowns back on. Molly complained to Vicky that she wanted to let me get off in her mouth but Rachael had done it first. I rolled my head to her, “You can come back, tonight or any other night, I’ll be here.”

She winked at me, “Maybe later, I think we’ve had enough fun for our first time.”

Rachael offered me her hand to stand. I got off the bed then each of the three girls gave me a full-body hug and another tender kiss. Since Rachael hadn’t put her nightgown on yet, her nude body against mine drove another diamond-hard spike of lust directly to my balls. She leaned her head against mine and asked quietly, “Can I come back?”

“You don’t have to leave with them, you can stay here.”

My sister bopped me on the shoulder, “Let her go, right now we all have to go back to my room.”

It was either very late or very early when I came slowly out of my sleep. The room was pitch black but I didn’t need a light to know that I had a girl with me, and she was teasing the end of my cock with her lips. It was too dark to see who it was, but my body didn’t care, my prick became an erection in three or four heartbeats while my unseen playmate sucked it into her mouth. I busied my hands on her nude body while she practiced her art in my lap. Hands and bodies meshed and undulated while we played with each other. She never said a word, even when she quit working on me with her mouth and turned up to kiss me heatedly. We necked, fondled, and aroused each other to a fever pitch. She was panting and vibrating every time I stroked her cunt and the clit hidden in the hot tender folds of her slit. Both Rachael and Molly had earlier hinted that they might come back to me so I was pretty sure it was one of them. My secret lover rolled to her back and invited me over her by pulling on my cock, urging me to my knees between wide-spread legs. I covered her and then put the end of my steel erection against the opening of her body which was oven hot and flowing with lust. She reached between us and guided the head of my cock to the center of her body and I pushed slowly and firmly into the most fantastic cunt I had ever enjoyed.

I don’t know if she was a virgin or not, but I got no resistance as I slipped into her. She humped her hips, inviting me further then when my balls jammed against her, she started undulating her stomach, fucking me as I fucked her. She must have been thinking of me before she crept to me in the dark because she didn’t last very long. My unknown partner dug her nails into my back, threw her legs over my ass, and groaned through clenched teeth as her body obeyed the command of nature. She grabbed my butt and pulled me as hard against her as she could while my cock unloaded for the third time that night. The transfer of sperm from me to her was the final act. As soon as she could stand, she found my face with her hands, gave me one final kiss, and left my room on quiet feet. I had no idea who I had just fucked, Rachael or Vicky, I just knew the girl wasn’t small enough to be Molly.

The next morning all four of them were in the kitchen for breakfast. When I came in I got three shy smiles from the three friends. It was my sister who spoke up, “Well, how do you feel this morning?”

“Like I could spend another night like last night. I’ll be here for another week girls, when are you coming back?” I wasn’t shy.

Rachael looked at me, “We were experimenting, trying out something new. It was fun but it probably won’t happen again.” She said it but her eyes were telling me something else.

Molly looked at her, then me, “At least not like last night, not all three together again.” The way she said it I knew I would get an offer sometime soon.

Vicky didn’t say anything, she just colored slightly and nodded imperceptibly to me as if we had a secret only she and I could share. I’m pretty sure I knew what the secret was.

Even though I wanted desperately to know who had made the late-night visit I didn’t ask. I got a banana then turned to leave the four alone again. As I walked past the table, I heard Molly ask my sister, “Hey, Jean. Where did you go last night? I saw you get up about 2 and didn’t come back for a long time.”

Jean answered her, “I must have eaten something rotten, I had to hug my stomach forever while I crapped my guts out.”

Two nights later I was watching a late-night movie when Jean and Molly came in from a date. They went upstairs while Aksaray Escort I fantasized about my sister’s petite brown-haired friend. I was remembering the feel of her hands and mouth on my cock earlier that week. Maybe 15 minutes later Jean came back down and sat beside me in front of the TV. I asked her about her date and then where Molly was, “She went to bed.”

“Already? I thought 17-year-old girls never slept.”

“I didn’t say she was sleeping,” teased my sister, “I said she went to bed.”

I started to say something back but Jean grabbed the remote and started surfing channels, “Hey, I was watching something?”

Jean responded by flipping past two commercials before she said, “Molly’s in your bed.”

Molly spent the night with me. In the dark environs of my room, she got her first orgasm from my tongue, then I fucked her four times just to make sure she enjoyed her night. Between our second and third fuck, she sucked my balls dry. Since it was only the second time a cock filled her mouth, she didn’t swallow but took two shots over the teeth then pulled off while I sprayed her hair with sex mousse.

Three days later Vicky came over to see Jean but my sister was gone. She and I talked for a few minutes then I got bold and asked her outright if she wanted to go to bed with me. The pretty blonde didn’t say anything but she blushed red and held her hand shyly to me. I led her to my room where she let me seduce her.

It took me fifteen minutes of necking and petting to pull the clothes off my sister’s best friend. Once she was naked, she stretched out on the bed and watched with burning eyes and restless legs while I stripped for her. When the rock-hard erection came into her view Vicky looked up at me and almost whispered in a quavering voice, “Molly liked doing things with you, she told me what you did.”

I got to my knees beside the young beauty and pressed a hand over her left breast, “Let’s not talk about Molly, let’s talk about you.” In seconds we were locked in a full-body embrace while we got even hotter for each other. She wasn’t in a hurry to practice oral sex, she wanted me deep between her thighs. I fucked the eager blonde for twenty minutes before she fell off the top of her sexual mountain and crashed to my bed with a body-quaking orgasm. My erection pulled out of her with a soft squish while her chest heaved for air. Vicky rolled to her side then dipped her head to my lap and began to practice a woman’s true craft.

She slipped and bobbed on me for a minute then pulled off for another kiss. As her lips left mine she looked me directly in the eyes, “I can’t let you finish in me right now, but you can….” she didn’t end the sentence, she slipped back down my body and put her lips over the head of my cock again. Vicky quickly learned how to take me deep. My hard-on was probing her tonsils when the first convulsion shot a fountain of cum into her mouth. She gagged twice then worked her throat rapidly as I emptied my nuts. Not a single drop of cum escaped her. I had just gotten an awesome blowjob from an amateur 17-year-old. I was ready to marry the girl.

In less than a week I had fucked a mystery girl, Molly then Vicky. I still didn’t know who came to me that first night so I was wondering when Rachel would come by to complete my fantasies of fucking all three. Of the three it was Rachael that I thought about the most and was convinced she was the one that sneaked into bed with me, but she hadn’t come back after that first night. Since Jean had set up the first night and she knew about Molly and Vicky, I asked her when Rachael was coming over for another lesson. My sister smiled knowingly and said, “She’s on her period, she can’t yet.”

“Hey, most women suck cock to keep their men happy while they bleed, she can come over, I wouldn’t mind.”

Jean gave me a look I couldn’t interpret, “You have to wait, she wants to fuck you too, but it will be another day or two. Besides, she wants to do something special, it’s a surprise.”

Holy fuck! I had a hot high school senior plotting ‘something special’ for me? My cock grew from nothing to massive in my pants when I tried to imagine what she could want. I told my sister, “Well she’d better make her move, I have to go back to school Sunday.”

Jean got up and stood in front of me, her breasts were a millimeter from my chest, “We have time.”

“We?”

As she walked from the room she corrected, “You and she have time.”

Friday my sister called me from Rachael’s house, “Hey, Rachael wants a real date, she doesn’t want to just come over and crawl into your bed. After that, she wants to spend the night in a motel with you.”

“Why are you telling me this, is she shy?”

“No, she doesn’t know I’m calling, we were just talking.”

My heart picked up its pace, “Okay, I’ll call her in an hour or something and take her clubbing.”

“She’s too young to go clubbing,” Jean reminded me.

“I know a place where 18 is okay.”

My sister exclaimed, “Awesome, I want to go too!”

“Maybe, but only for a while, I’ll bring you home later.”

“Cool! I can’t wait.”

I picked up Rachael and Jean and headed out of the city to a small suburban club where 18-year-old girls were welcome. It was supposed to be a non-alcohol place, but beer, wine, and coolers were available for a slightly higher cost. It was common knowledge that the local law visited the place often, but not to bust anyone, the two town cops usually ended up leaving with a fresh barely legal piece hanging on their arm. There was an unspoken agreement among all the young females that once in a while they would need to suck or fuck a cop to them from busting the club. The place was packed with young adults and my date and sister were ecstatic with glee to be part of an ‘adult’ scene.

Both Rachael and my sister were dressed for a night of fun. Each was wearing form-fitted jeans and loose-fitting blouses untucked to reveal an inch or so of smooth, flat stomachs. They wore high heel pumps which made their legs look longer and caused their asses to rock provocatively when they walked. Even though it was Rachael that I would be fucking later I had to admit that my fucking sister was teasing my mind, she looked just as hot as her friend.

They ordered wine coolers, I got a beer. When the live band started their first set, Rachael dragged me to the dance floor and started showing me her moves. By the time the first song was done, she had loosened up and her body was flowing and undulating gracefully, sensuously; I was getting turned on hard for the blond beauty. Jean stepped out between songs and the two girls faced off against each other as the bass picked up a strong rhythmic beat. They twisted, turned, and moved as if they were professional dancers trying to entice a group of judges. I’d never seen my sister move like that before and she was influencing my libido even more than the way she was dressed. They concentrated on the dance through the end then we went back to our table where the girls switched from coolers to straight wine.

Even though Rachel was supposed to be my date I didn’t object when some guy would ask her to dance. She and my sister stayed in the pit for most of two hours while they enjoyed the attention of several cunt sniffing pricks. I sat back, watched the two, and fantasized about what Rachel and I would be doing after we left the lounge.

When the band started their final set my date wanted to sit out the dance so my sister urged me to the pit. The wine was affecting her so as we danced, we got a lot closer and more intimate than we should have. Jean did a sensuous bump and grind, rolling her denim-covered ass while I rotated around her. When I moved in behind her, she bent at the waist and rubbed her butt on my crotch. My cock which had been half full of anticipation for the blonde, swelled against my sister’s ass as she rocked. She knew damn well what she was doing, it was not an accidental meeting of two bodies. She looked over her shoulder, through a fall of long hair, and smiled sexily. My thoughts strayed from the legs of Rachael to the legs of Jean. Rachael arrived in time to save me from making a pass at my sister so she and danced out the final tune, working each other to a higher level of lust. By the time we got to my car, there were no quiet, subtle hints. Rachael and I were necking and groping in the dark interior while Jean sat in the back and complained, “Hey, let’s get out of here if you are going to fuck, I don’t want to sit back here and watch.”

I looked over the seat at my sister, “Why not, it didn’t bother you the other night when your three friends sucked my cock.”

Rachel spoke up, “Yes it did, she told me after that she wanted to give you a blow job too. She was ready but couldn’t because the rest of us were there, and would know what she did.”

In my alcohol-loosened state of mind I said to my sister, “You could have come back after they were all asleep.”

Jean blushed red but it was her friend that answered, “She did; she waited until we were asleep then she went back to your room. Didn’t you Jean?”

I sat back stunned for a few moments then looked at my sister, “That was you I fucked?” She didn’t say anything but covered her face with her hands as if to hide from her embarrassment, “Jesus, was this the surprise you two planned for me tonight?”

Rachael leaned forward and kissed me lightly on the lips, “No, not that, we have something else in mind; take us to the motel.”

“Us?”

Jean leaned forward and put a hand on my shoulder, and Rachael put one over hers, “Us,” said my sister into my ear. Jean twisted her head slightly then pulled two of Rachel’s fingertips into her mouth and suckled them sensuously. I wasn’t dumb, but dumbstruck. In an instant, I realized that Rachael and my sister Jean had enjoyed each other before, Escort Aksaray and now they were offering to share more experiences with me. In her 18 years, I had never once even thought that my sister could be either bi-sexual or incestuous. In a matter of seconds, she revealed herself to be both, and now that it was in the open; she wanted to join in a motel party with Rachael and me. My first reaction was to tell Jean to go home but that thought quickly burned away from the rapidly growing heat in my loins. It took me less than a short second to decide that fucking my sister again would not be a problem.

I was on my back with Rachael between my legs, kissing my balls when the bathroom door opened and my younger sister darted in and landed on the bed next to Rachael. She was naked. Jean stretched out on her stomach next to Rachael, looked up at me, and said, “Are you ready for a really good time?” She turned to watch Rachael licking the shaft of my erection then reached under Rachael’s chin and grabbed my nuts. As Jean pinched and squeezed my balls, Rachael licked the head.

Jean slid closer to Rachael, put a hand between her legs and began to finger her while I got the blow job. My sister was fingering Rachael, and Rachael was sucking my erection, so I reached for Jean and pulled her around so that she was straddled over my face. She lowered her body until I could kiss the crack between her legs. I licked her from clit to butt which got me a long moan as she drove two fingers deeper into Rachael. Rachael liked what was happening between her legs and slid her mouth down on me even further which caused me to lick Jean again. All of a sudden, the three of us were in a cycle of growing desire. I was turning Jean on; she was getting Rachael hotter which caused Rachael to build me up to even higher levels of lust. I wasn’t sure how long I was going to last under the pressure of both girls but by the time Jean moved off me, I was getting ready to give Rachael one hell of a liquid surprise. Jean moved back to lie beside Rachael as her friend gave up my cock. The two girls locked their mouths together in a duel of tongues and Jean covered Rachael’s hand which still held my erection. The two of them started pumping my muscle as they kissed. Jean broke the kiss with Rachael and turned her attention to me again. She put her lips on the end of my prick and sucked me slowly deeper and deeper until her nose was buried in my pubic hair. Rachael rolled over and began to lick the crack of Jean’s ass. I boiled over.

I groaned out loud as the first shot hit Jean in the throat. She took another surge then gave me up to Rachael who had heard me and moved up to get her share. Rachael put her mouth over my cock and took a rush of cum then pulled up and pressed her lips against Jeans. The two of them let me shoot the rest of my load into the air while they kissed. My pressurized juices sprayed over their faces and hair. When I was done creaming them, Rachael put her hands in the mess on Jean’s face and smeared it over her like a lotion. Jean did the same to Rachael. Then they kissed again, using their tongues and lips to clean the cum off each other. They looked like two cats, cleaning and preening each other. Once the girls were done, they laid down, one on each side of me. Rachael kissed me first then Jean put a hand on my face and twisted it toward her and kissed me too.

My sister reached for my wilted dick as Rachael put her hand on my chest, rubbing a small daub of leftover semen into my skin, and asked, “Do you think you can handle us?” Rachael kissed the spot of cum on my chest. Jean leaned over and put the tip of her tongue in Rachael’s ear and blew gently into it. Rachael smiled and reached for Jean and in less than a moment the two were engaged in another heated duel of tongues over my body. Rachael pushed up and over me so she could get closer to Jean. The two embraced with arms and legs as they necked. Rachael put her mouth over my sister’s tit and sucked the nipple deep as Jean reached between Rachael’s legs and found a treasure of lust.

I was forgotten. They had used me for light entertainment, but now the two of them were so turned on by the other that I no longer existed. I watched in fascination as my sister and her best friend seduced each other in the middle of the bed. Their nude bodies twisted and flexed, they were moaning softly, caressing and massaging tits and cunts. The two of them gave me the impression of a dynamic work of art, a modern sculpture of two naked bodies that flowed fluidly and smoothly into different positions. A few minutes of watching them reheated my glands and I started reacting again. As they moved around, I was looking at two cunts, two asses and the man between my legs recognized an opportunity that may not happen again. The girls had gotten me off hard with their mouths earlier, but my cock was filling with desire and blood again. It was time to get back into the writhing snake ball of arms and legs on the bed.

Jean was on her knees between Rachael’s legs with her mouth on her. As my sister ate Rachael, I moved into position behind her and rammed my heat-forged steel into Jean until my balls banged her ass. She must not have been expecting this invasion because she rose off Rachael, grunted in surprise, turned her head to me, and said, “That’s it, fuck me you son-of-a-bitch!” I pulled out and plunged back into her while she put her mouth back on Rachael’s sex. I was pounding into Jean who was fucking Rachael with her tongue and fingers. Rachael was looking at me while she twisted and pulled on her own nipples. We kept up this three-way until Jean collapsed off her knees which caused me to slip out of her. Jean fell over and reached for Rachael who moved to her. Rachael got into the same position that Jean had been in, on her knees, and went down on my sister while I shoved my erection into the hot fucking blonde.

I was overheating, my balls were swelling to twice their normal size, and my erection stretched and grew, engorging on the blood and cum flooding into it. Rachael had gotten off her knees and the two were lying face to face, still seducing each other while I screwed Rachael from behind. I pulled out of Rachael and told her to lie on her back then urged my sister to lie on top of her. Their tits were mashed together, their bodies still flowing and twisting with sexual passion. They were both reaching their limits but I wanted to be the one to push them to a climax. I set myself between the four legs, looking at the two hot swollen cunts kissing each other. Jean was on top so she got the first plunge; I rammed into her and began to fuck her again while she lay over Rachael.

Jean began to twist and twitch, she was peaking fast. I pulled out of her before she came and dipped down and drove deep into Rachael. Jean whimpered in protest but I concentrated on the girl under her and fucked that pussy until it was bouncing and heaving, causing Jean to toss and hump with her. The girls had locked their mouths together and were using their hands on anything they could touch on the other girl. Rachael started to wail into the mouth of Jean, I felt her cunt tighten; she heaved her hips as her back arched off the bed. Rachael was thrashing under the two of us when I left her pussy and shoved back into my sister. She was ready for me, I thrust into her a couple of times then she went off on a trip of rapture. As she bucked with her orgasm I pulled out of her, aimed for Rachael again, and fucked her until I hit overload and injected her with the second cuming.

The three of us were still, just trying to catch our breath, cooling off. I pulled out of Rachael, sat back, and watch the results of my climax leak slowly from her sex. Neither of them was moving, they just lay together, arms entangled, enjoying the afterglow of their orgasms.

Rachael pushed Jean off her and sat up then went to clean the cum from her body. Jean fell to her back then reached up and stroked my chest, “Are you done?” She wanted to know.

“Not even, but I want to screw her alone, just her and me, would that bother you?”

“And me? What should I do?”

“Don’t you have a hairbrush or something in your purse?” I teased.

My sister grinned then slapped my arm, “I can wait, Rachel will be leaving tomorrow so she won’t be around but I will be.” My prick was firming up again because of what my sister said when Rachel skipped back into the room and flopped to the bed. I looked at the pretty blonde girl and my cock finished evolving. She pushed me to my back, gripped my prick then started the next session of sensual festivities. Jean got off the bed to give us more room then Rachel and I spent the next 45 minutes satisfying the lust and urges that enveloped us. Rachel ended the affair with a string of expletive-laden orgasms and my balls turned inside out as I pumped her full. While the blonde and I were lying on our backs recovering our breath, Jean came back to bed with us, on Rachel’s side. She covered her girlfriend’s left tit, kissed her cheek then we three snuggled into a short rest.

I got up to take a piss and when I came back my sister was lying on her side, cuddled up to Rachel. The vision of both naked girls started my hormones flowing again, I got onto the bed behind Jean then probed between her legs with my erection. She lifted her top leg slightly allowing me room to enter her. I fucked my sister softly while she and Rachel necked and felt each other up. I sensed Jean didn’t need another explosive climax, she was content to let me screw her so I didn’t try to hold back. My balls clenched, my cock convulsed, and I came deep into the high school girl. Jean rocked her ass and murmured when she felt me cumming.

When I dropped Rachel off at her house, she put her lips on mine and then said to me, “It’s too bad I can’t see you again before you go back to school, I would love to be your girlfriend.” My sister looked up and gave me a tranquil smile, I could read her eyes; maybe Rachael couldn’t be my girlfriend for the next few days, but I wouldn’t be alone.

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I’m Trina.
__I had known Sandy since we were young. We liked many of the same things. We found both our fathers like it when we showed off our young bodies to them. It turned us on also to dress skimpy around them and wiggled our butts as we walked around them…. (when our moms were gone.) We compared these events privately to only each other. She would show me what she wore and how she walked in front of her dad. I in turn showed her my sexy clothes and my sexy walk I used on my dad.

We both discovered we could turn each other on by doing this. At that age we pressed it further and during a sleep over got into touching each other under the covers. It was the experimental age girls go thru checking out each others bodies.

I was explaining all these early days to my boyfriend Brad one late night in bed. I was hoping he would not ask ’When did it end?’…but he did. I decided to tell him…’It never did.’

I told him that Sandy is my best friend in the whole world and sometimes…..we….like to do strip shows for each other… even today.

I left it at that…I just didn’t tell him ’all’ of the story. The truth is…I love looking at her naked body and she does mine. We get turned on by it. We liked guys, but we were the exception and were the only ’girls’ we liked sexually.

It very first started when we were young and we had our private times to have a hot look at a girls body we liked, hers and mine. It progressed into slowly into touching us. It went further.

We both had boyfriends, but still liked our ’private’ time to look and fondle each other. We kept it a total secret from everyone. Why didn’t it end?….

….we think it was one afternoon after school and we went up to her room, closed the door and locked it. We were in horny mood and started the fondling. We were getting all turned on by rubbing our pussy’s together. We must have hit it just right as I could tell…..I was going to have an orgasm and could tell she was too. We got all charged up and up our hands went under our shirts to feel our bare tits. We then hurried to get our panties down and rub our pussy’s together skin to skin.

Now there was some real breathtaking rubbing of clits and we held each other real tight….our pussy’s were very hot and with a big urge to be rubbed. We had never been this aroused this fast before. We held each others warm asses and pulled us tighter and tighter together…..we both orgasmed together. Omg….that felt so wonderful to us…

We never forgot that first time. As of today are on the verge of doing more…but haven’t.

Brad keeps me sexually happy, but poor Sandy hasn’t found the right guy yet….so …I help out by getting her all turned on and we rub our pussy’s together for a hot orgasm when she needs relief.

I keep this my deepest secret to myself, but….I get a sex high all on its own…..and I also love sex with Brad. I’m not attracted to any other women, just Sandy.

That afternoon it came time for our little playtime but this time, we let our ’next step’ desires go forward.

Brad……

…strip shows?…between Trina and Sandy? I wanted to see them do one. Time to plan a time and let me watch them. They both have hot bodies and now was my chance to maybe have every guys dream of ’two girls’ at the same time. It was time to have a little talk with both of them and set this up……

Sandy……

My horniness was nagging at me as I kept looking for a hot guy. I needed more ’relief’ than just rubbing pussy’s. I needed to be held, kissed and finger fucked. I also had a very hidden desire to lick Trina’s pussy. My final desire was to have great sex with a hot guy….

and then Bağcılar Escort there was…. Brad.

I envied Trina so much to have a hot guy like him. I could have quick fucks anytime, but I wanted to be made real horny and then have sex….

with Brad.

Trina told me the details of how sex with Brad was. It got to the point where I had to find a way for at least a 3some with them. They could do anything to me they wanted, as long as I got to have sex with Brad.

I didn’t act on it, I just dreamed about it….more and more….

Now back to our ’special’ afternoon.

This time I had Trina lay on the bed instead of standing and rubbing pussy’s. We both had on our school uniforms and short skirts. She grinned knowing something more.…… was going to happen. I lifted up her skirt, pulled her panties slowly down and off. She watched me take mine off too. She figured we were just going to do our pussy to pussy rubbing lying down. I was on my knees and slowly laid on top of her. I ran my hands under her blouse, under her bra and felt her sexy tits. She felt my ass and massaged it, my fingers reached far down as I could……

My hidden desires were coming out. I started kissing her nipples. This was new to us and made us very horny. I felt her legs part and felt her warm pussy under me. Her pussy was hot and wet….she was breathing hard….I just knew she’d like it,…. and she did.

I moved my body back and forth on her pussy. Do I go further? I wanted to slide down and kiss her pussy. She began to moan and played with my hair. I inched my way down. She moaned more and twitched her body with my kisses on her tummy. She just knew where I was headed. Her legs opened wider. I loved the aroma of her pussy, all wet now and just begging to be licked.

I felt her hands push my head down to her pussy. She wanted me to kiss her pussy. I could just tell….I was in girl heaven. She held my head tight as she twitched and moaned. I kissed her small patch of pubic hair gently. She jumped slightly.

I let my tongue explore her clit. She let out a gasping moan, and guided my head up and down on her slit. It was finally here. I let my tongue go and do what it wanted to do. In her slit and up across her clit, over and over. Her hips joined in the slow rhythm of a building orgasm…..

We had to stop as we heard noises outside. We did a quick re-dress and quick made plans when to continue this new event. I was the wettest I could ever remember.

I thought….I sure would like Brad laying on top of me right now….

Trina…..

….omg, that was a mega turn on. Brad knew how to get me hot, but this was an extra turn on I personally liked. I guess a girl can have both…but wait…why couldn’t I share Brad with Sandy? I wonder if he’d be interested?….silly question, what guy wouldn’t like two girls to play with….. It’s planning time.

The next day I couldn’t wait to tell Sandy my idea. After school we met at her house. I told her my idea. I watched her start rubbing her pussy with the thought of us all having hot sex.

I called Brad and we set it up for the weekend when my parents would be out of town camping with friends. Was he interested?

Oh my, was he. Sandy took the phone and said to Brad: “Hi Brad, can you handle ’two’ hot girls like us?”

I don’t know what he said, but I saw Sandy blush, giggle and rub her pussy….. It was on.

Sandy and I held each other and a hot pussy rub was on. It was risky as her mom was home. I wanted my turn at licking her pussy now. We were so horny, I decided to take a chance. I locked her bedroom door and went back to our pussy rubbing.

Bağcılar Escort Bayan I dropped to my knees and pulled her panties down some. She whispered: (“…we can’t! my moms home!”) I went for it and buried my face in her pussy. I pushed out my tongue as far as it would go and lick up to her clit.

She twitched and pulled my hair. (“…Trina! (giggle)… Oh god…that drives me crazy!”)

I smiled, stood up and pulled her panties up. She gasp for air and said: (“…your going to get me grounded for ever!…if we get caught!”) We continued our pussy rubbing as I loved doing that and making her so mega horny. Her hands trembled……

Brad……

Trina and I had slowly developed a little routine. When Sandy was hanging with us, would start making out with each other just to tease her and make her horny. She liked this and would come and sit by us and watch. Soon she started feeling herself as we turned her on but good. We soon realized ’she’ was turning us on and our sex was more intense when we fucked right afterwards.

At this point I knew those two messed around sexually and I wanted that three some with Trina, me and Sandy.

It was all set and I was so looking forward to this. Two hot horny girls? What guy wouldn’t be excited about the coming weekend. I had told Sandy on the phone:

“ Sandy babe, I’ve wanted to lick your pussy for a long time, so get ready to scream when I suck your clit.” Trina told me her reaction from the call later. Red faced and rubbing her pussy.

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Sandy…..
To say I was sexually tense about this wouldn’t come close to describing it.
Trina….
I had been wet all day, and now Brad was here. We went into mom and dads big bed. We all lay on the bed as Brad and I started in kissing and feeling us up. Sandy watched nervously smiling and then slowly join in with Brad between us.

I knew she must have fantasized about having sex with Brad, so I let them have at it. I joined in by feeling Sandy and unbuttoning her clothes. Brad and I felt her sexy body all the way as all our clothes began to come off. This was over the top hot. Brad didn’t know the extent of Sandy and my sex play, but he was about to find out right now. Sandy and I didn’t hold back now and Brad and I…..both started kissing her face. Sandy and I had never did the kissing thing, just body kissing. I was so charged up I went for it all with Brad. Both our tongues went for her mouth as hers went for ours. Damn this was a turn on having Brad right there with us….

Brad….
I think I had the biggest hardon of my life and both girls feeling it. How far had Trina and Sandy gone sexually? …..this was way more than just a sexy strip show. I sure didn’t care now, this was a mega turn on….

Sandy…..
I sure didn’t expect Trina to go this far….but I liked messing with her and Brad at the same time. The more I relaxed, the hornier I got. I was now kissing Brad, and…feeling his hardon. Trina and I were just adding to it as I wanted to get on top of Brad and get to it….

so I did….but first…a little trip down his body along with Trina.

We kissed our way down him as we both held his full hardon. We kissed and kissed his big hardon at the same time. I was so hot I had to gasp for breath along with Trina. We were both just starting to take turns sucking down on him when we felt his hands on us.
He was pulling us around to place our pussy’s next to his face.

Oh jez…he was going lick both our pussy’s….

Brad…..

Every guys dream…two pussy to eat. I had them both lift one their upper leg as I pulled their pussy’s together on top of me. Oh yes. I licked one slit Escort Bağcılar and then the other, back and forth as they jump when I licked each clit. They both started pushing their pussy’s together. I squeezed their firm butts and hear them both moan. I pulled their clits together and let me rub them together. They liked that by their reactions. I shoved my tongue in between them and I had a clit on each side of my tongue. Now they really got hot and both tried to suck down on my hardon at once.

Sandy….

I was in heaven! I couldn’t talk and ask Trina if she was having orgasms like I was?…, but I knew she was. Brad had hit our joy spots with his tongue and us touching our clits together. I had no control and now I had to have his hardon in me…..

I quickly moved around and got on top of him. I guided his hardon in me and let it go in deep. Trina stayed as she was, as he licked her pussy….I joined him. Our two tongues worked her clit I felt his fingers slip inside her pussy. I held Brad tight as I began fucking him deep. Trina’s hips were jerking with our licks and his fingers.

I felt a rising in my pussy beyond any climax I’d ever had. I began to shake and moan. “Oh god there…” I yelled…”Oh jez Yes!” as the sexual high took me over. Trina began to squirt as he pushed his hardon up and trembled….

A shot of hot cum jolted my pussy, we all moaned and squirmed with the high. My clit was on fire with it and had to be satisfied with firm digging fucking. All our hands felt us. The aroma of hot sex filled the room as we all moaned and moved our bodies around….looking for the last bit of high in us….

Brad…..
I carried Sandy into the shower and sat her on the floor, letting the warm water run over her. Next I got Trina and carried her in beside her. Two beautiful girls…all spent…smiling at me.

Trina…..

I think I passed out. I sure remember having the most intense climax of my life though…the warm water was heaven….as Brad was slowly washing me….I could barely move to kiss him. Sandy was giggling and rubbing her pussy slowly….

Sandy…..

After a short rest, we all started in again. Trina and Brad start getting all horny with each other this time.

Now….it was my turn to tease them and make them all turned on…..something I had waited a long time for.

I started talking to them, “..feel her nice titties Brad, like this, tongue kiss him Trina, he likes that. Let him feel your wet pussy Trina, oh yes… Lick her pussy Brad, like this….mmmm.

They both got the giggled as they knew what I was up to. “Move over Brad, let me show you what Trina likes. Brad, bring your hard on up here so we can suck on it.”

Brad was like a little boy in the biggest candy shop in the world. He did everything I asked. “Now Trina, watch. This is what Brad likes.” Now Trina watched as Brad and I made her all horny. I pulled Brad on top of me and we tongue kissed and felt us all up. I laid it on thick, moaning and getting them all excited. “Oh Brad…oh god…you feel so good in me….fuck me baby…fuck me hard and deep baby…oh yes oh yes Oh God Yes!

Trina was dripping wet and moaning watching. I pulled on Brad’s ass and fucked him fast and hard. I said: “Oh Trina! Help me fuck Brad.” I pushed Brad up and pulled her under him. I put his hardon in her and let them go at it.

It was beautiful to watch them all excited fuck themselves crazy. I lay beside them with my fingers in my pussy massaging my G spot. When they finally came moaning loud together….

I came too…..
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Trina……

It was Sunday afternoon as we all fixed mom and dads bed back to the way it was. All our hands trembled a little. We were all so fucked out, but….sooooo ready for more. Brad put his arms around both of us.
I said: “So…you want me to share ???”

We all just smiled as Sandy and I kissed his nodding head…..
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