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“Have you ever been recorded before?” He held the camera facing me and I shook my head. My stomach was in knots but I kept my expression plain. He laughed. “That figures. Well start however you want. I’m just here to get it on film.”

I took a deep breath and looked at my best friend. She looked way more excited than I did but that was to be expected. She looked over at the cameraman and sighed. “That’s too bad. You look like you have a great cock.”

He chuckled again but stood still in his place at the foot of the bed. She turned to me then, and leaned in for a kiss. I wanted to laugh but I knew I couldn’t do that. It was so weird to have my best friend try to kiss me. But then she did and I realized it wasn’t too bad. She was good at it.

Her hand slid up my thigh and my heart started racing. It was so oddly sensational. She broke away for a moment to take off her shirt, exposing her perky breasts. They were a standard size, possibly a little small. But so round and with such wonderful pink tips. She looked at me expectantly and I glanced at the camera. She giggled. “Aw come on, your tits are so much better than mine.”

She was probably right. If there was one thing I knew I had, it was a great rack. I wore a D-Cup and everyone assumed they were fake because I’m still thin and they’re so supple and sit high. All the guys I’d been with couldn’t get enough.

I slipped my shirt over my head and then slowly removed my pink lacy bra. My hands were shaking. “Mmm,” Katy said. “Can I suck them? I want to suck them.”

I looked back at the man behind the camera and then to her. I nodded. She leaned forward immediately, getting close to my face for a moment with a smile. I barely felt Ankara escort her breath on my lips before she began lowering her head. She put her wet lips around my left nipple and I closed my eyes. She wiggled her tongue in a circle all around and then took the erect tit in between her teeth. A little moan slipped from my mouth and I began feeling warm. She switched to the other breast and began rubbing my inner thigh. I was getting so hot and I could tell she was, too. She pulled her lips up to meet mine again and rubbed her hands all over my large chest. Her tongue thrust into mine and she’s moaning and pushing me onto my back. “Take your panties off,” she ordered, straddling my waist. I could feel how wet her pussy was through her sheer underwear. I wanted it in my mouth.

I took my panties off as she wished and showed her my glistening cunt. She moaned again and began rubbing my clit. She looked at me as she did and rubbed her wet panties on my leg. Her tits were shaking above me and I couldn’t help but start moaning. I wanted everything about her and it was so odd to me.

“You like that, don’t you? You want more? You want me to eat it, you little slut? Mmm let me eat you. I want to shove my tongue in your tight little pussy until you cum. Do you like that, slut? Would you like it if I did that?” She was getting loud and moving quicker. I nodded and screamed yes. She spread my legs apart and grinned. In seconds, I felt her tongue moving around my soaking wet hole and I could have cum immediately. But then I felt her fingers slide into my pussy as she sucked my clit and I thought I could actually die or pass out or scream it felt so good.

“God yes, fuck, keep going, oh my god, you are so good!” Ankara escort bayan I screamed. I was thrusting my cunt into her face and I’d never felt something so amazing. Who even needs a dick when you can eat pussy that good? “Yes, yes, YES!” I yelled as the cum dripped out of my pussy and onto her face and my legs. She lifted up with wet lips and smiled.

“I love your pussy, baby. It makes me so hot.” I forgot everything about being her friend, everything about the camera man, and everything about what I’d done with men. I flipped her over onto all fours and she let out a little yelp and giggle. “I like where this is going.”

I shoved my tongue into her and she moaned. I couldn’t believe my face was in between a girl’s legs but I was getting wet all over again. It tasted so much better than I could have ever imagined. I gripped onto her thighs as she moved forward and back with my tongue, screaming for more. “My ass,” she yelled. “Finger my ass!”

I slid three of my fingers into her tight ass and she groaned in pleasure. I swear I felt her pussy get wetter in my mouth. She began fingering her clit as well and I’d never heard someone scream so loud.

“Dirty little whores,” the camera man said eagerly. I’d completely forgotten about him but knowing that he was watching us actually turned me on. I slipped my tongue out of her to look at him. He had a hard on for sure and he was moving closer, just smiling. He grabbed something and threw it on the bed. “Use this.”

We both glanced at it. A big pink dildo laid there. She grinned and I started to feel that warmth on my thighs again. “Come on, fuck each other. Let me see you suck it.”

Katy giggled and got on her knees at Escort Ankara the edge of the bed, holding the pink cock in her hands. She smiled at him and leaned forward, her tits becoming so hard not to look at, and shoved it in her mouth. She swirled the tip around in her mouth and moaned before sliding it down her throat. She looked him in the eye and continued moaning. I reached around and rubbed her pulsing clit. “Yeah, that’s it. God you’re sluts. Keep going. Fuck!”

She slipped it out of her mouth slowly, still looking at him. “Do you want to see her shove it in my ass?” He nodded his head eagerly.

“Yes. Now.” I began reaching for it but she pulled it back and shook her head.

“Open your mouth,” she said. I did and she slid the end in my mouth. “Make sure to do it hard. I like cocks hard and fast.” She flipped over onto all fours again and I placed the tip of the cock at the base of her asshole with my mouth, the dildo snug between my teeth. I quickly shoved it all the way in and she moaned. I pulled it in and out and realized we were now facing the mirror on the wall and I could see her tits shaking as I thrust her back and forth. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she begged for more. “Yes, I fucking love it, keep going, fuck yes! It feels so good, I need it deeper! You fucking slut, give it to me!”

And with that, she came all around my mouth, her juices dripping off of the pink dildo and onto my lips. I licked them slowly, tasting every last bit of her that I could. I never wanted to stop. I could cum again and again and again. “God please don’t stop.” He said.

“You look really hard,” Katy said, still grinning at the camera man. “You sure you don’t want to fuck us? I’d really like you to.”

“Fuck it,” he said. And then he pulled out his bulging cock and gave it to us both like you wouldn’t imagine anyone could. Then we watched it and got so turned on that we had to do it one more time.

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You can read this story by itself, but you may want to meet Gina and Cathy first in Part 1.

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In the days following their camping outing, Gina and Cathy could hardly stop thinking about that night in the tent. Cathy was inclined to think that Gina had used her for her own pleasure, and she tried to work up a full head of resentment. But it wouldn’t stick. Gina, after all, had fingered Cathy to orgasm, which she had not really had to do. When Cathy focused on the memory of Gina’s fingers in her quim, she went all soft and could think of hardly anything else but the good feelings she would have between her legs. Then she would start feeling guilty about having had so much pleasure from another girl. And especially that kiss on the neck that Gina had given her just before they had to rejoin the real world outside the tent. Cathy had never thought of her neck as a particularly erogenous zone, but Gina’s lips had felt so good!

Gina, too, thought of their mutual fingering session, and, like Cathy, she would get all wet and start feeling tight in her love canal. But much of her thinking was about how she could get another chance to make out with Cathy. She thought it was unlikely that she would ever get the chance, but she felt her life would not be complete if she could not get another look at Cathy’s lovely round tits. Not just a glimpse or a furtive look in a locker room, but a good long look. Gina dreamt about putting her hands on them, gently feeling their weight, and pulling her thumb over Cathy’s nipples. What she really wanted to do was to bury her face between Cathy’s breasts, to kiss them, and maybe even lick them. But always, always, there was a disturbing undertone: How was she ever to get so close to Cathy again?

Part of her problem was solved by her parents. A couple weeks after the end of school, they told her that they had been invited for a visit to some friends who lived about 100 miles away. They were going to drive up on Saturday afternoon, go out to dinner, stay the night and come back Sunday morning. Gina was not to have a party, and no boys were to come to the house while they were away. But if she wanted to invite a couple of girls to keep her company for a sleepover, that would be fine.

Gina decided on a direct approach. She was pretty confident that Cathy would want to get together again. If she was wrong about that, it would be just as well to find that out right away and swallow the disappointment. She called Cathy and invited her for a sleepover. Gina didn’t say whether there would be anyone else, and Cathy didn’t ask. She simply said she’d ask her parents. They insisted that she had to stay at home for dinner with a visiting aunt, but after that, she could go to Gina’s sleepover.

Cathy arrived about 10, carrying a backpack with her toiletries and pjs. Gina was still unsure of how relaxed Cathy would be and wondered what would happen when Cathy realized she was to be the only guest that night. Gina thought a bit of liquor might help get Cathy in a proper mood. Gina’s parents drank enough to have jugs of scotch and rum at hand, and Gina figured they’d never miss one drink out of each. She told Cathy she was going to have some scotch, and invited her to have some rum. Cathy was not familiar with hard liquor, but she didn’t want to be a downer, and said rum would be ok. Gina suggested that Cathy go upstairs and change into her pjs while she poured their drinks. Gina herself was already in her usual sleeping attire – a baggy T-shirt and a pair of boxer undershorts.

When Cathy came back downstairs, Gina was still in the kitchen. Cathy had changed into a light cotton pj set, with shorts on the bottom and a button-front top. She looked so delectable that Gina just had to go to her and give her a warm hug. Cathy’s hug was not quite so enthusiastic as Gina’s, but when Gina kissed her on the side of her neck, Cathy melted and embraced Gina with full excitement.

The girls took their drinks to the coffee table in the living room and sat sort of facing each other on the couch. Gina was wary of moving too fast, and got Cathy to talk about her dinner with her aunt. But when they were almost finished with their drinks, Gina placed her hand on Cathy’s bare thigh, just below the hem of her shorts. She looked into Cathy’s eyes and told her how beautiful she looked. With her face just inches from Cathy’s, she told Cathy that she wanted to kiss her. Cathy knew she meant kissing her Ankara bayan escort on the lips. Part of her was afraid of kissing another girl on the lips, but she had been so turned on by that kiss on her neck that she whispered a “yes.” Gina moved a little closer, put her arm around Cathy’s shoulders, and began to kiss her.

It was more thrilling for both girls than they could have imagined. Tentative at first, they were soon completely involved. Cathy put her arms around Gina, and this time her embrace was as eager as Gina’s. That encouraged Gina to probe a little with her tongue, and Cathy responded by allowing her mouth to open, and letting their tongues to explore each other.

Gina’s hand crept gently up Cathy’s thigh, her side, and finally the outside of one of her tits. When this met with no resistance, Gina moved her hand inward, and cupped Cathy’s whole softness. As she felt up and down, she rubbed Cathy’s pjs against her nipple. This got Cathy so turned on she could hardly bear it, and she hoped that Gina would suggest touching each other’s privates. Gina, however, was completely lost in the joys of feeling Cathy up and kissing her. She even liked Cathy’s smells – her skin, her hair, even her breath.

Finally, Cathy’s urgency was so great that she whispered “Can we go upstairs now?” Just hearing this made Gina hotter than ever, and it was difficult to tear herself away from her contact with Cathy. But of course, if Cathy was ready, it was certainly time to move to a bed. Gina stood up, holding Cathy’s hand, and led her up to Gina’s room.

When they were beside the bed, Gina reached out and unbuttoned Cathy’s pj top. She pulled it over Cathy’s shoulders, and Cathy cooperated in getting her arms out her sleeves until the garment fell to the floor. Gina could hardly contain herself at the sight of Cathy’s beautiful, firm tits, with their nipples proudly pointing out, now completely exposed to her gaze. She took Cathy’s tits in her hands, leaned in, and put her face between them. She kissed first one side and then the other. Her hands roamed all over Cathy’s breasts, and brushed back and forth across Cathy’s nipples. Then Gina’s kisses began to focus on those turgid little points. She kissed one, squeezed it between her lips, and then covered it with her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.

All this attention to her sensitive mounds was turning Cathy on in a way she had never before experienced. When Gina started tonguing her nipple, she couldn’t stand it anymore, and whimpered, “Please, Gina -my pussy needs to come!” Gina stopped, pulled back, and gazed for a moment at Cathy’s waiting body. She told Cathy to take her shorts off and lie down.

While Cathy did this, Gina took off her T-shirt and her undershorts. For a moment, Cathy was lying on her back, and Gina was drinking in the sight of her nakedness. In the next moment, Gina was all over her. Just what Gina had imagined was now happening. She straddled Cathy’s ample thigh, and wedged one knee tightly between Cathy’s legs. Her own quim was now right up against Cathy’s thigh, and Gina started avidly humping in self-gratification. At that moment she was thinking only of herself, but her motion meant that her knee was rhythmically rubbing on Cathy’s pussy.

Cathy pushed back, moving herself against Gina’s leg, pulsing, grinding, squirming to enhance the delicious contact that was gradually spreading her juices all over her inner and outer lips, and, ooohhh, above all, over her little button, that center that she had abused so many times with her fingers, but this felt aaahhh, soooo much better, she could hardly stand it, oooohhhghh. Cathy croaked “I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” but her breathless moaning and little cries would have been enough to let Gina know that her friend was in the middle of perfect ecstasy.

When Cathy calmed down a little, she realized that Gina had not yet come, although she was panting and riding Cathy’s thigh as hard as she could. Cathy wondered what she could do the increase Gina’s pleasure, and she remembered how much she had been turned on when Gina had felt her up. Cathy had never touched another girl’s tits, but now she reached up and began to fondle Gina. Just as Gina had done to her, she rubbed her thumb back and forth across Gina’s nipple. She cupped Gina’s tits in her hands, lifted them, stroked them, and then gently squeezed her nipples.

Gina’s was getting more and more aroused. When she Escort bayan Ankara had started, Cathy’s leg had been a little dry, but by now Gina’s juices had spread all over Cathy’s ever so smooth skin, and Gina’s inner lips, clitoris, and outer lips were gliding deliciously on Cathy’s thigh. Oooohh, she was so close, just a few more strokes, she could smell Cathy underneath her, such a hot girl, aaaahhh her tits look so good!! When Cathy reached up and took her tits in her hands, it was all Gina needed. She let out a throaty cry and began to buck wildly against Cathy’s thigh. Even more of her juices were flowing, and the weight of her whole body sent her most sensitive parts rubbing along Cathy’s naked and now lubricated leg. Every muscle in Gina’s groin was engorged, waves of pleasure swept through her pussy, and at last the tension of the last few weeks resolved into a state of ecstasy that gradually subsided into a feeling of peace with all the world.

For a while the two girls lay in each other’s arms, just resting and thinking about the pleasure they had just enjoyed. It wasn’t long, though, before Gina felt she just had to have look at Cathy’s naked body and her pretty face. She propped herself up on one elbow and caressed Cathy’s cheek. Then it seemed impossible not to move down and feel Cathy’s tits. She looked into Cathy’s eyes, and slowly leaned in to kiss her on the lips. Cathy responded, and pulled Gina tightly against her body.

Gina kissed Cathy on the forehead, too, and then nibbled gently on her ear. She felt she couldn’t get enough of Cathy, that she had to kiss her everywhere, and she bent down and kissed Cathy on the side of her neck.

Cathy was already beginning to feel horny again, but when Gina kissed her on the neck she felt her pussy moisten, and she could feel her tissues swelling. She had been feeling so grateful to Gina, and even more, she was admiring Gina, thinking what a lovely person she was. She wanted to touch Gina in some way that would express that feeling. She knew from her own masturbatory sessions that Gina might like her buttocks to be caressed, and she reached down and began to stroke them. Gina did like that, and encouraged Cathy with a gentle purring. The more Cathy stroked, the more aroused Gina became. She let go of Cathy and lay flat on her tummy, so it would be easy for Cathy to fondle both buttocks. With each moan and shudder of pleasure, Gina moved her legs just a little farther apart, hoping that Cathy would explore more deeply into the valley between her buttocks and then her pussy.

Cathy, however, kept touching Gina’s buttocks, making herself ever hornier with her imagining how Gina must be enjoying it. Finally, Gina whispered “lower,” and Cathy moved her hand down to the crease between Gina’s thighs and her butt. She touched Gina on her upper thighs and the roundest part of her ass, first one leg and then the other. Gina spread her legs gradually wider and wider.

At last, it dawned on Cathy that what Gina wanted was for her to touch her pussy. She reached farther around Gina’s buttocks and gently fingered the lower part of her cuntal folds. Gina sighed, “Yes,” and Cathy now understood where her fingers must go. She teased Gina a little by going back and forth from the curve of her thighs to her most senstive parts, but soon she was sliding her fingers up and down along Gina’s slit.

Gina soon reached a point where she just had to have more. She propped herself up on her elbow again, nibbled Cathy’s earlobe, and covered her face and neck with kisses. Then she turned completely over on her back, and spread her legs. She looked at Cathy with the sexiest look she could muster, and said “Kiss me, Cathy, kiss me down there. I’ll do the same for you.”

Cathy was a somewhat naïve girl, and had not thought of kissing Gina’s pussy. She had a moment of hesitation. After all, neither girl was into extreme bikinis. They had sexy bathing suits, and they did a little trimming so their pubic hair wouldn’t show, but they did not shave between their legs. Cathy had not imagined what it would be like to get that close to a hairy pussy. Could she really do what Gina was asking? But then, she thought, it would be hard to say no; and besides, the thought of Gina kissing her own pussy was definitely exciting, and she could hardly wait for that to happen.

She raised herself and got between Gina’s legs. There was Gina’s smooth belly, her thighs, with a little Bayan escort Ankara wetness visible where they met her dark triangle. Cathy could see a little glistening pinkness poking through Gina’s bush. As she lowered her head, the scent of Gina’s fluids became stronger, and to her surprise, Cathy found this arousing. Cathy’s feelings of gratitude and admiration for Gina welled up in her, and she was ready to feel the warmth of Gina’s sex on her face. She extended her tongue and took a tentative lick on Gina’s clitoris, without getting fully immersed in Gina’s vulva. But with this taste, Cathy lost all her hesitation and buried her face between Gina’s legs, swirling her tongue up and down, side to side and in a circular motion, holding Gina hard against her, and following Gina’s motions so as not to lose contact between her mouth and Gina’s delicate seat of pleasure.

Cathy knew she was doing the right thing from Gina’s moaning, her little cries, and her breathless “Yes . . . yes . . . oh, uuuughgh, . . yes . . . ooohh, don’t stop!” Gina’s pussy had started tingling as soon as she spread her legs and opened herself to Cathy’s gaze. Another wave of pleasure had coursed through her sex when she became sure that this hot girl, Cathy, really was going to place her sensuous lips firmly between her thighs. So, when Cathy actually made contact, first with her clitoris, and then with her whole lubricious vulva, Gina was already in a state of extreme ecstasy. She squirmed and bucked and felt her whole nether region grow turgid and full. She pressed Cathy’s head a little harder into her and then she was exploding with delicious relief, tensing and releasing, cumming, cumming, oh, yes, shuddering to a feeling of utter completion, a knowledge that all was right in her world, and finally, a peace that made her want nothing more just now than to lift Cathy’s head up, draw her into an embrace, and kiss those lips that had just given her so much pleasure.

Cathy understood that Gina needed a little time to collect herself, but she wondered if maybe Gina hadn’t really meant that she would do the same for Cathy. That thought cooled Cathy’s ardor a little, but when she told herself that Gina was just coming down from her arousal and would soon be kissing her between her legs, she felt herself moistening once again, and feeling the urgency of receiving Gina’s touch.

Gina felt Cathy’s need, and soon began a trail of kisses down Cathy’s body toward her pussy. Gina had masturbated many times to the thought of kissing Cathy’s pussy, and she could hardly wait to feel the pleasure of actually doing it. She paused a little over Cathy’s tits, brushing her lips a little roughly on Cathy’s nipples, and swirling her tongue around them. But it wasn’t long before she had her knees between Cathy’s legs and her head within inches of her quim. Gina was seized with pleasure at the smoothness of Cathy’s plump thighs, and just had to fondle them and kiss them.

At the same time, she was so close to Cathy’s pussy that she could smell the aroma of Cathy’s lubricity. It drew her toward the delicate folds of Cathy’s vulva, and in a moment, Gina’s lips and tongue were upon Cathy’s most sensitive parts. Ohhh, how Cathy moaned with the pleasure of it! Gina explored everywhere with her tongue, and was able to feel the extra firmness of Cathy’s clitoris. She made circles on this little nubbin, then ran her tongue down Cathy’s opening, then back up, and then circled her clitoris again. It was just as Gina had dreamed. She felt so close to Cathy, she was reveling in a feeling of oneness, of being joined to another by this wonderful union of mouth and seat of sexual pleasure.

Cathy began to squirm uncontrollably, and Gina knew she was about to cum. Gina put her arm under Cathy’s thighs and gripped tight. She buried her face deeply in Cathy to keep firm contact with her sex. It was almost as if Cathy were riding her face, as her moans became louder and louder, her breathing heavier and heavier, until at last a strangled cry left her throat, and then another and another. She subsided for a moment, and Gina thought her time was over. But the Cathy jerked against her face again, tensed, and finally let out a deep sigh.

Gina held still for a few moments and then broke her kiss with Cathy’s nether lips. She untangled herself from Cathy’s thighs and lay down beside her. She took Cathy in her arms and kissed her on the mouth. Now the two began to get aroused again, as each took in the scent of both pussies, and even the taste of both their urgent fluids. But they were truly spent, and after a while went to sleep, secure in their discovery of each other, and happily dreaming of a long summer of intimacy.

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As I was driving home, Dave called and asked how work went and if Adam was there? I hesitated for a second and then he told me he knew what Rachel had done and it was Rachel, and not Marie, that forwarded the evidential e-mail to my office computer and to Adam’s computer as well. I said

“And Adam’s?”

He said it was a set up all along. Adam knew exactly when you would arrive and had set up his office just for the occasion. For what purpose or gain?

“Control Neal, Adam is all about control. You can consider it compliment if you choose. Truly he admires you, respects you and trusts you to a point but all the more reason he wants to control you.”

He also told me he and Adam had a “past” but would not elaborate. His advice to me was to put an end to it now… before it went any further, I almost told him what happened but somehow I think he already knew. I was not sure what role Rachel had played in all this, but I was determined to find out. Dave also said the only reason Adam is off his back now is he knows something Adam absolutely wants to keep private. Dave assured Adam as long as Adam respects the nature of their relationship as purely professional, Dave will never divulge his secret, nor will Rachel.

Dave went on to tell me the last 24 hours were controlled or at least manipulated to keep Marie and myself apart even down to the network failure yesterday, and it all worked as planned. I still did not get it, and then Dave told me it’s true Rachel wants Marie to herself but also me. Bombshell! Me? Why? Yes I found Rachel sexy and beautiful but she also seemed selfish, shallow and manipulative. Seems my impression was right on the money and I was even surer I wanted no part of Rachel. Plus, I thought she and Dave were in a relationship.

Dave also told me the poker games became sexual because one night Mike, Kevin, Rachel and he were all playing and drinking and the guys were teasing her about taking all 3 guys on at once. She said if she lost 4 hands in a row she would with one condition. The game went on and finally Rachel lost 4 in a row (she is an exceptionally lucky Ankara escort player, or may cheat or both or she probably threw away 4 hands just to get her way). The guys pressed her to honor her commitment; she reminded she did have a “condition ” before she would comply.

She said the condition is Dave must suck cock right there in the living room and she did not care if he sucked Mike or Kevin or better yet both! Dave refused and Kevin and Mike offered to do it. Rachel said that was no “prize” for her since Mike and Kevin do it all the time and at that time Dave was essentially an mm sex virgin. That control thing again. Dave’s mind was going 100 mph and while the curiosity was there at times he was not sure he wanted to do it here and now especially in front of Rachel.

Rachel reached over and rubbed Dave’s cock. She could feel it swell inside his pants, she said, “I know you want to babe, all guys do deep down, they just don’t want to get caught!”

At that point Rachel took control and had Mike stand up, she unzipped him and dropped his pants to the floor. Mike stepped out of them and Rachel stroked his cock, already semi-hard. Mike stepped forward until his cock was almost touching Dave’s lips.

Dave closed his eyes. Although nervous with anticipation, the thoughts of his first cock excited Dave beyond his wildest dreams. Reality and fantasy combined and Rachel gently fed Dave his first cock. Slowly the long, velvety smooth cock slide into his mouth. He was so turned on by the sensation of a hard rod, hot and oozing of pre cum dripping from the head that Dave moaned with pleasure. Hearing the sounds of excitement, Mike started a gentle fucking action until Dave engulfed Mike’s cock completely in his mouth. Rachel was kind enough to choose Mike first because Mike’s cock was a nice average 6.5 inches and just right for a first timer, she would save Kevin for another time. She unzipped Dave and pulled his cock out and she had never felt it as hard as it was right now plus Dave’s pre-cum was literally dripping and was all the lube she needed to stroke him.

Dave found he loved sucking Ankara escort bayan Mike’s throbbing cock. He forgot all about his inhibitions and went for that cock like a pro! Mike held Dave’s head and mouth-fucked him until Dave’s lips were all the way down to the base, Mike was moaning loudly and Rachel had a smug look on her face knowing she got her way as usual. Mike was close to climaxing and Dave felt the heat and swelling increase and wondered how he would handle his first load. Rachel placed Dave’s right had on Kevin’s 9 inches and both of them stroked Kevin’s big meat. Dave was hooked and he knew it!

Kevin said; “a deal is a deal” and Rachel started removing her clothes. The 4 of them went into the master bedroom where Rachel complied (more than willingly) to let the guys fuck her wherever they wanted. By dawn they were still going at it and all 3 guys ass, pussy and mouth fucked Rachel and kept her on an orgasmic high until about 9:00 AM the next morning. Rachel did get Dave to suck off Kevin too. She won, just like always.

That was a couple years ago and control is like a drug to Rachel. Eventually Rachel also induced Dave to indulge in anal with both Mike & Kevin while she and a friend watched and filmed. Dave was addicted to the sensation of having a hard cock slide erotically in his ass. Kevin had become a favorite. Later, Rachel would share her revelations with Adam to further cement her lust for control. I decided she had done enough to my life the past 24 and I did not want another “taste” of the evil Rachel. Dave hung up just as I was pulling into my garage.

When I pulled in I saw Marie’s BMW was inside! I was ecstatic! I felt the hood and it was cool, meaning the car had been there a while. I rushed back out and bought 2-dozen roses, filet mignon, king crab legs (her favorite) and a bottle of a special Jordon Cabernet. When I returned her car was still there! I entered my home and called her name, I was on pins and needles not knowing what to say. Then I found her note. She had gone to visit her parents in Italy and would not be back for 2 months. She hoped I did Escort Ankara not mind that her car was there but if it was a problem Rachel would come over and move it.

She added she hoped we could work things out when she returned. Having the car there was no big deal as I have a 4-car garage but having to see her car every time I exit or enter my home for the next 60 days would be painful. I already missed her terribly and was anxious to get this turned around if possible. Rachel must be laughing her ass off. This entire 2 days was because of her “plan” to distance Marie and me and now she was 10,000 miles away!

I needed to do something but I was not sure what “something” was. I called Dave and told him about Marie leaving, he already knew and told me if Adam calls, now’s the time to say NO and never make it yes ever again. I figured I’d be ruined if I refused Adam and my career would go up in smoke. Dave assured me Adam had more to loose than me and if needed he would intervene and assured me Adam would relent.

Sure enough as soon as I hung up with Dave, Adam called. He told me to meet him at the office parking lot at 7:00 that night and “plan to be up late.” I told Adam I had plans and could not make it; he said,

“What plans? You and Marie are through and she is halfway around the world for at least 60 days! Be there at 7:00.”

He hung up and I called him back and ask if he wanted to get laid? He said,

“That’s the idea.” I told him “Good, go fuck yourself!”

Then I hung up.

I dreaded having to go to the office Monday but I had tonight and all day Sunday to relax. I turned on my computer and checked e-mail. To my astonishment Rachel sent me an e-mail inviting me to dinner Sunday (tomorrow). The audacity of this bitch! I was tempted to go just to tell her what I really think about her but I decided instead to reply “no thank you.” I knew that would drive her nuts, it did. She called me immediately and ask me to reconsider, I told her she had done enough damage and never to contact me again. She told me unimaginable pleasure and POWER awaits me if I just give it a chance.

Goodbye Rachel. I hung up. I had filet mignon, king crab legs and wine. I called my friend Dave and asked if he was free, he was. I said dinner is on me and headed over to Dave’s to relax.

…To be continued

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“Such a long holiday now you’re at College,” said his mother, “What are you going to do with yourself?”

“Off with my mates in August. Now? Thought I might drop down and see Aunt Jane for a few days.”

“Aunt Jane? Well, that would be very nice of you. What put it into your head?”

“She was obviously pretty broken up with Uncle Bob dying, when she stayed with us. Thought she might like a bit of family company. She hasn’t taken up with anyone else has she?”

“Not that I know of. They were very close. Such a lottery isn’t it — him getting so ill at only his age. Do you want me to ring her for you?”

“I was going to myself.”

“Might be easier for me to find out if she really wants to have you staying. She wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings.”

“OK. Not really on to go so far unless I do stay.” In fact he had quite another reason for wanting to stay, the idea of a gamble he might or might not take according to how things worked out.

He drove up in the late afternoon after a long day’s drive. She lived in quite a large suburban house, up a short drive. He had not seen it since he was a child, but decided he did not like it — Uncle Bill, his mother’s brother, had been a beefy obvious sort of man who had bought an obvious house. Neither were much to his own taste.

His wife was another matter. When he rang she answered, looking far better than when he had last seen her soon after Uncle Bob’s death. She was a fully built woman in her early forties, wearing a summer dress, her off-blond hair its natural colour.

She welcomed him, showed him to a pleasant room at the top of the house, gave him time to shower and change, and had made a real effort with the meal she had laid out for the two of them on the plain wood table of her large kitchen. They gossiped of family matters and of his first year at college, and got through the best part of a couple of bottles of wine. At last, over coffee, he broached the topic he had come to broach.

“So,” he asked, “How’s your social life? Have you taken up with anyone else at all?”

She looked rather surprised by this, but went with it. “Since you ask, not really. I have my friends of course. But if you mean men, no.”

“Too soon? Not interested?”

“Quite an interrogation. Actually not too soon and not not interested. More opportunity has not knocked. Or, to be frank, it has knocked a few times but not to do with anyone I would want to spend much time with.”

“You’re a very attractive woman. There must be lots of worth while men out there who’d grab at the chance of you.” He looked at her intently.

She seemed taken aback again.

“You think so do you? That’s new on me. Since when?”

“Since when we were on holiday, do you remember, you and Uncle and mum and dad and me, in that hotel south of Venice.”

“That’s very precise. How come?”

This was the point at which he had to dare all.

“It was one morning. After breakfast. Before we went out into the hills for lunch. Do you remember?”

“I dimly remember the lunch. Breakfast and after breakfast have left no trace.”

“I Ankara bayan escort was coming back to my room after breakfast. It was just along the corridor after yours, on the other side. You’d left the door ajar.”

“Had we indeed.”

“I couldn’t help hearing.”

“Come on, spit it out. Hearing what?”

“Well, you calling out to him.”

“Calling?”

“That you wanted him. It was so sexy. I saw you absolutely differently after that.”

“Calling out that I wanted him? Sounds very elaborate. What was I actually calling out?”

“You were calling out — you won’t be offended?”

“I won’t be at all offended. I’m intrigued. Not that I remember. I’ll have to take your word for it.”

“You were calling out, Fuck me, Fuck me, only loud, you know.”

“You mean I was shouting?”

“Yes, you really were.”

“And did you see anything?”

“No. Just heard you shout. Then I went past.”

“And that turned you on?”

“Ever since then I saw you differently. As such a sexy woman. Big, lusty, brave, really sexy, the way you look, you move, everything, that I’d never realised till then.”

She paused for thought, looking at him quizzically while he stared intensely into her eyes.

“Have you fucked anyone yet?”

“No, I haven’t.

Another pause, then,

“I suppose there’s always a first time.”

She got up and went over to the deep, battered old black leather sofa that ran along one wall of the kitchen.

“I think I remember now,” she said as she sat down, “I was on the edge of the bed.”

She lay back with her head and the tops of her shoulders just propped up by the back of the sofa and her bottom sticking out a bit from its edge. She looked at him as if to see how he was taking it. He stared.

“I remember I raised my legs, right up” — and with this she raised her legs and held onto her knees right up just next to her shoulders. She was careful to keep her skirt between her legs to block the view, but it fell back from her full thighs, which looked so real to him, so unlike mere photos or the smooth featureless thighs of young girls at the swimming pool. She was giving him a chance he could take up or not.

“Was he — fucking you then?” he asked.

“No. He was standing in front of me. Come over here if you want and I’ll show you. Yes — nearer, between my legs but not touching the bed, the sofa. There, that’s better. I was looking at his cock. Telling him to fuck me, but before he did.”

He stood there stalled for the moment. He was astonished at her cool. He could feel his cock was swollen but not erect, its head still lower than its root, its length pressing against the side of his trousers.

“Maybe if I gave you something to look at you would get the idea,” she said, and pulled up her skirt so that her white cotton pants came into view, cut round the sides of her bottom, and with a loose pouch between her legs. He could not see the actual outline of her sex, but a few stray wiry hairs stuck out from the sides of her pants where her sex must be.

Slowly, so that Escort bayan Ankara she could tell him to stop if she wanted, he unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers then his underpants. She said nothing, just held her thighs open while he watched. He tucked up his shirt and started touching his cock, conscious that she was looking at it. He was too nervous for his touches to have much effect.

“It needs encouragement, ” she said, “Take your damned shoes and the rest off.”

“And my shirt?”

“No — I like it with some clothing.”

He fiddled about at his feet feeling embarrassed while he divested himself as required, than stood again. His cock, discouraged by this distraction, had further shrunk.

“That’s all right,” she said. She put her hands down the sides of her thighs, lifted her bottom, and started to draw her pants off, slowly. He gazed as the crack of her bottom started to appear, and she could lower herself again. Slowly like the curtain of a theatre the white pants withdrew to reveal, of all things, her anus – somehow, daftly, he had not expected it. It was so desirable, another surprise, so neat, a tiny hollow infolded among its radiating ridges, deep set in an aureole of dark brown flesh that gradually merged with the paler flesh of her cheeks. She had paused, obviously well aware of its fascination, giving him time. Then she tugged off the pants, pulled them over her feet, and chucked them away. The thick hair of her bush, the fat closed lips of her sex, were only a few feet from him. He clutched at his cock.

“Come back here and let me encourage it,” she said, lowering her legs, “Turn round. Back over me.”

He turned and planted his knees on the sofa on either side of her. She pulled him backwards, then pushed him carefully down to just where she wanted him. He felt a soft touch between his balls and his anus — she was tonguing him, wetly stroking. Her right hand went up to encircled his cock from behind. She touched it so gently, smoothing it, stroking it as one might a pet, clasping it softly as it grew. She shifted him back a bit. His felt his balls dangling around her mouth and then the one that hung lower being taken into her, gently sucked. It was so exciting, not physically so much as in the idea of it and that idea actually happening, real. She pushed him forward a little and he felt her tongue in the ring of his anus, moving round and round its indentations and feeling and tipping at the centre. He thought with sudden and incongruous relief how fortunate it was that he always washed it after he had been to the lavatory.

She pushed at his back. Lifted his bottom, said, “Go down. Go forward. Lick me.” Then drew him back onto her.

He bent right forward. Below his eyes was her mat of hair and her fat slit. He managed to reach across with one hand and open the slit, not as easy as it seemed, disentangling the hairs. Inside she was pink, like the photos of sexes he had seen. But what he had not expected was how wet she was. She glistened. He pushed a finger tentatively inside her — she was soaking. But he had been told to lick. He bent, Bayan escort Ankara got his tongue at her, licked down through what he knew were the shaft of her clitoris, the little knob at the end, her inner lips, her vagina. His cock jerked and throbbed in response.

She let go of it, pulled him back up. He was sorry at the interruption.

“Go and stand where you were,” she said.

He did so, staring down at her, still in her dress, as she raised her knees again to offer herself to him. He held his cock, now rigid. She put a hand on her cunt, opened its lips, spread them for him, showing him the wet pink depths.

“Now – bring it to me,” she said.

He bent over her, his cock almost touching her.

“Rub up and down with it,” she said, “Gently.” He sank it between her open lips, felt her wetness, rubbed his tip against her clitoris.

“Now,” she said, “Slip it in. Carefully. Get the angle right.”

He shuffled about, pushed at his cock, slid into her hole, slipped inside.

“How’s that?” she asked.

“It’s lovely. It’s so soft. It clasps. So natural. At last. Such — such a relief.”

“You can say that again. Now go in and out. Easily. Not like machine gun fire. Take time to enjoy it.”

He slid to and fro. It was wonderful. So easy. So right. His cock loved it. So much so that, to his surprise…”

“Oh, I think I’m going to come. I’m so sorry,” – he knew enough to know she was only at the start.

She laughed. “That’s fine. What I expected. Only natural, like you say. It’s lovely for me too, to give it to you, to see you loving what I can give you.”

He kept on moving and the swell, starting at the root of his cock, surged up it, flooded out if him and into her. The rim at the head of his cock quivered in ecstasy, so pleasurable it was almost pain, and his whole body seemed to vibrate in rejoicing.

He eased, slowed — and did not quite know what to do next.

“It’s nice to linger,” she said, “But not in this position.”

He eased out, half sat and half lay next to her on the sofa.

“Don’t worry if you’ve gone off the whole idea now you’ve come, ” she said, “Sometimes it just works that way. Give yourself a pause and a break and interest will revive, believe me.”

He held her hand, and the two of them clasped one another. They lounged together, their bodies oddly half-clothed.

After a while, she bent over him, stroked his hair. “I’m not going to ask you to share my bed to-night,” she said. “You may feel anything. You may want to get out now, go home. Don’t feel guilty though. I won’t. You wanted it, you wanted me, and I’m glad to give you both.”

Another stroke of his hair, a quick kiss on his lips, and she was off. He lay back. Go off straight away? She had a point. Stay on? Then what? Do it again, he supposed. Did he want to? He could scarcely not if she wanted to. Or she might not — might think enough was enough. Or they might do it in other ways – such as he had often imagined — but then it felt quite different, the idea of doing them with Aunt Jane, which anyway might not suit her. He was so relieved it had happened, and proud he had taken his gamble. But he had no idea what he wanted to happen next.

He got up, opened the kitchen window on the warm sweet night air, and slumped back facing it, not so much thinking as just slumped.

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Anthony’s Story

“Uh, Manuel. Please. We can’t.”

“You are a tease, Anthony. I am becoming weary of it.”

The slim dancer rolled out from underneath the larger, muscular Cuban, who sat up on the bed and snorted his frustration. The two had been in a sixty-nine position on the bed, the dark-skinned Cuban on his elbows and knees suspended over the dark-complexioned, smaller man with the sultry, almost pretty face, and the black curly hair. Nonetheless, as a background dancer in movie musicals, he was as hard bodied as the muscular Cuban and could crack walnuts with his thighs.

The two had been stretched out in reverse and sucking cock. Manuel had also let his fingers wander into Anthony’s crack, with his middle finger toying with the rim—which Anthony had moaned for but not objected to—and from there tapping on the hole itself and starting to sink in. That had moved into taboo territory. Manuel didn’t force the issue, but he did test it on occasion.

Anthony, whose pay was low despite having worked in movies since he was sixteen, had lived in Manuel’s apartment since he had turned eighteen two months previously. As a saxophonist in background orchestras and at clubs, when he needed cash, Manuel was better off financially than Anthony was.

Manuel had taken Anthony in at a cut rate as a roommate because he wanted to fuck the luscious little dancer of Italian origin. He’d been working on doing that for the past two months. He wouldn’t take the smaller man by force, though. It had to be Anthony’s choice. Anthony had continually said it was what he wanted, but that it couldn’t happen yet.

“Why?” Manuel asked out of frustration. “I can understand waiting until you’re eighteen, but I didn’t lay a hand on you until you were—I didn’t take you in as a roommate until you were. I’m not doing anything more than you keep saying you want to do with me. You suck my cock and let me suck yours. You let me come in your mouth. Why don’t you let me fuck your ass? Are you afraid of it? Am I too big for you?”

“Yes, of course I’m afraid of it. Of course it’s big—it’s huge,” Anthony said, forcing a grin, trying to take the edge off Manuel’s suppressed anger. “But that’s not it. Just be patient. Probably just for a few more days.”

“Patient for just a few more days. You can’t do something today that you will be willing to do in a few days?” His eyes went to the nightstand and to the book laying there. “Say, this doesn’t have anything to do with the interview you said you had tomorrow with that movie producer . . . what’s his name . . . Atkins . . . Ted Atkins, would it?”

“Why do you ask?” The tone of Anthony’s voice was suddenly defensive.

“You’re reading this book—Danny’s Choice. And I’ve heard Atkins is going to produce a movie on it. Jorge is composing a soundtrack score, on the hush hush, and is already lining up an orchestra. I said I’d play. But does this timing have anything to do with Atkins? I’ve heard about him and his first-time fetish. How he collects young men’s cherries. You’re not saving yourself for him, are you?”

“That’s a lot of questions, Manuel,” Anthony said, but he was looking away from Manuel. He couldn’t look the Cuban in the face.

“OK, let’s count them off, then. And be truthful with me or you might find your suitcase out in the hallway. You’ve teased me long enough. Are you reading this book because you want to audition for a part in the movie? You know it’s to be a graphic underground homo coming of age movie, don’t you?”

“That still isn’t one question.”

“Answer them.” It wasn’t a request.

“Yes, I know what the screenplay will be about. And, yes, I want to audition for a part.”

“With the producer himself? Aren’t minor speaking roles worked out between central casting and your agent?”

“I’m not auditioning for just any role. I’m auditioning to be Danny.”

“The lead?”

“Yes.”

Manuel whistled. “That’s quite a jump from the dance line. And you’re going to try to get the part by letting the producer fuck you? To take your ass-channel virginity? Is that it? I can’t fuck you in the ass until Ted Atkins has fucked you?”

“Yes, that’s right. But it’s more complicated than that.”

“Sounds pretty complicated to me already. How much more complicated can it get?”

“Ted Atkins has already paid for my virginity. He did that two years ago. He just accepted that he couldn’t cash in until I was eighteen. I had to promise to wait for him to exercise his option.”

“Exercising an option on an ass? That doesn’t sound just complicated. It sounds Byzantine. What did he pay for this privilege? Looking around at what you own in this apartment, I gotta say that you must have sold yourself cheap.”

“Not cheap. If I reneged, I have no idea how I’d pay him back. When I came to Los Angeles, I couldn’t find any jobs better than a restaurant dishwasher. And I had a talent, a skill for the entertainment industry. Do you have any idea how few male dancers there are compared to female ones?—I’m not talking about Ankara escort Chippendale pole dancers. Classically trained dancers to work the stage and in movie musicals.” He didn’t wait for Manuel to guess.

“Ted Atkins saw me at an audition. I didn’t get that gig, but he made a deal with me. If I’d give him my virginity when I reached eighteen, he’d make sure I’d have work from then—when I was sixteen. He’s been good at his word. I’ve had work.”

“Not great work, and not work that advanced you.”

“But work. I managed to stay in Hollywood and to feed myself—and to be in the movies and do some stage work too. I wouldn’t even have an agent if Ted Atkins hadn’t gotten one to take me on. I wouldn’t have worked the last two years at what I wanted to do. I probably wouldn’t even still be in Los Angeles.”

“But your ass. You sold your ass.”

“I am gay. I knew when I was sixteen I was gay. I’ve shown you I want male sex, haven’t I? I just haven’t done it all with you. That doesn’t mean I don’t want to or don’t intend to. I’m not sure whether Mr. Atkins would be thrilled to know how much I’ve done with you. It’s just for a couple of more days, I’m sure. I got the interview—for 6:00 p.m., when it would be just him at the office. He’ll call in the chit, I know.”

“I don’t know.”

“And, don’t you see? I’m asking for more. I’m taking advantage of what he could—and probably will—demand to hit him up for the lead in Danny’s Choice. If I can make him want me again and again, I maybe can parley this into my big chance.”

“You might have to fuck a lot of toads. You might become Atkins’ boy toy.”

“If Mr. Atkins has a plucking off first timers fetish, I’ll have to work hard to keep him wanting me. And if I can do that, I can work it to my advantage. A lot of the big names in Hollywood have done that to get to the top. And it’s nothing to you; I’ll be coming home to you. Fucking toads will be worth it if I can come home to you. Don’t you have any idea how hard this holding off has been for me too? I want you to fuck me—to fuck me silly. But there’s so much to lose by not waiting just a few days.”

“I don’t know if you have thought through how rough this can be for you.” Manuel reached over to the nightstand, picked up the copy of Danny’s Choice, opened to a passage he seemed to already know well, and began to read.

“You’re going to split me!” I hadn’t meant to cry out, but I hadn’t been able to keep it in.

Soothing shushing. “It will take it; I won’t split you. Open to me; you’ll be fine.”

“There, in to the root,” I heard him whisper in my ear through heavy breathing. “When you learn to open to it faster, there won’t be this pain.” And indeed, now that he was all in and had stopped pushing at me—and I began to relax, knowing that I wasn’t resisting anything that hadn’t already happened—the pain was a bit less. “Turn your head, look into the mirror over there. Here, I’ll turn your ass a bit. Look at what’s inside you. You can take it. You have taken it.”

I moaned at the sight of how thick the root of his dick looked to be as reflected in the mirror, where just the base of it was visible in my hole. And my hole. Who would have known it would open that wide? I didn’t find his “help” in showing that to me in the mirror reassuring. Well, not immediately, but there was a little thrill of having taken all of that. And that’s as big as his dick would get—surely. But maybe it would get bigger while he fucked? I moaned again.

And the pain. When the hell does the pain lessen, I wondered as I moaned and groaned and voiced every variation of “ouch” and “oh, shit” that bubbled up to my lips. “Ouch” didn’t express a fourth of the pain, though.

“So sweet, and fresh. I’ve wanted to do this for months. And so tight. I’m the first one, right? Tell me I’m the first one. I paid to be first.”

“Yes,” I answered through shallow pants and clinched teeth. “You’re the first one.”

He was. Would I be doing this if he didn’t have something I wanted badly? I wanted a speaking part in the Broadway play he was producing to go on stage in 1964.

“Good boy.” His hands were off my hips and gliding over my torso, patting and pinching. “Sleek young body—if I hadn’t seen your birth certificate myself, I’d—”

My groan covered what he was saying. Not only had a hand found and encased my dick, but I also felt movement in the throbbing dick inside me—or at least I thought the dick was throbbing; I knew my channel walls were throbbing from the alien invasion. He was beginning to move the dick inside me. Drawing back, pushing in, drawing back, pushing in farther than he’d reached before.

“Take it, take it, take it.” Each thrust punctuated with a command.

“Oh, shit, Oh Fuck! That hurts like hell!” All senses returning to my ass channel. What he’d done before tying my wrists together wasn’t being fucked. This was being fucked! Pumping me as I writhed under him. His grip on one of my pecs and on my dick vice-like now. The grip eased and he was stroking me with his hand to Ankara escort bayan the rhythm of his dick stroking my channel.

“Stop! Stop,” Anthony cried out. He was writhing in Manuel’s embrace, the arm of the Cuban encircling his shoulders and holding him close while using that hand to hold the book. The Cuban’s other hand was stroking Anthony’s cum-streaked cock, the young dancer having come sometime during the reading.

“It needn’t be like that,” Anthony whispered. “But we have to wait for whatever it is.”

“If I can’t do all I want to do to you right now, at least I can make what I can do real interesting.”

“What do you mean . . . what are you doing? Oh shit.” He was laughing as Manuel grabbed him—Anthony was no match for the big Cuban in strength—went up on his knees on the bed, upended Anthony, and pulled the smaller man into his body. Anthony was plastered to his torso upside down at the level where Manuel could take Anthony’s cock in his mouth and vice versa. Anthony wrapped his arms around Manuel’s thighs for stability, but he did a perfect straight-leg split with his legs above Manuel’s head. The two resumed sucking each other off.

The dancer’s limberness and dexterity had been a key factor in Manuel’s campaign to land him. Manuel was intrigued with the male Kama Sutra. He had big plans for how to use Anthony’s body.

* * * *

“Would you like a beer?”

The question had come as soon as Manuel walked in the door the next day—or, rather, night. He’d done a gig in a nightclub and it was 2:00 a.m.

“Thanks,” he said as he reached out for the can. “You get out of bed to greet me?”

“No. I was waiting up for you.” Anthony was dressed in a sashed robe. He went back to the kitchen island counter for his own bear—or rather hobbled a bit to the kitchen island counter. Manuel gave him a piercing stare.

“You OK? You’re walking a little funny.”

“I’ll be OK.”

“You interviewed with Atkins today, didn’t you? He fucked the stuffing out of you, didn’t he?”

Anthony looked away from Manuel. He was standing next to the kitchen island counter. “The important thing is that I’m no longer a virgin.”

“Oh,” Manuel said. He took a big swig of his beer.

Anthony set his beer can down on the island counter, pulled the sash of his robe off, shrugged his shoulders out of the robe, and let it fall to the floor. He was naked underneath.

“The important thing is that I’m not a virgin anymore,” he repeated.

“But are you too fucked up to be fucked again today?”

“I don’t want to give you a single excuse not to do what we’ve both wanted.”

Manuel fucked him first at the end of the bed in a modified missionary position, crouched over Anthony’s prone body, their foreheads touching, as Manuel said he wanted to see the expression in Anthony’s eyes during everything Manuel did to his body. Anthony managed to hold his legs up and spread out on his own throughout the fuck.

They had been sitting on the side of the bed, kissing, Anthony trembling as Manuel held Anthony in a close embrace with an arm around his shoulders and ran his free hand over the young dancer’s naked body.

“Be good to me,” Anthony whispered.

“As good to you as Atkins was? Was Atkins good to you, Anthony?”

The book, Danny’s Choice, was still on the nightstand, and, without waiting for Anthony to answer, Manuel reached over, picked it up, opened to a passage, and started to read.

He was pulling out of me—such a relief—and carrying me over to an overstuffed chair in a dimly lit corner of his office half way up the Empire State Building. He sat in the chair and pulled me down into his lap. He started to pull my shirt up and off my back, encountered my bound wrists, and took the time to unbind them and then rebind them with the scarf once I’d been stripped of the shirt. I was naked except for my socks, and he was still fully dressed except for his shirt gaping wide open and his dick jutting up out of his open fly. Somehow the discrepancy made me feel doubly vulnerable and this whole situation seem sordid.

I’m not being raped; I’m not being raped, I chanted in my mind. I want something he can give me badly enough to do this.

His fumbling with my shirt and the binding was a pause I probably didn’t need. The fear of the first taking and what might yet to be flowed back in.

Once my wrists were rebound, my arms went over his head, my wrists lodged behind his neck. “Run your legs up the back of the chair on either side of me,” he commanded. “You’re a dancer; you can do it.”

When I’d done that, he lifted and spread my buttocks and speared my now-more-open ass entrance with the bulb of his dick. I panted hard as he pulled me down on the shaft, whispering all the time, “Breathe, breathe, relax, open to me, baby. You’re doing fine. Oh sweet Jesus you are so nice. And I fucked you first.”

“No, it wasn’t like that,” Anthony murmured in a voice edged by a sob, his hand closing the book Manuel was reading from. “It was worse. And, Escort Ankara yes, he says I have to keep going back to him when he wants me. Make me forget that, Manuel. Fuck me. Punish me for what I gave him and wouldn’t give you. You should have been the one to take my virginity. You were so good about not forcing me. But take whatever you want from me now. Fuck me.”

“I was saving this for a special time,” Manuel said, as he laid the book back down on the nightstand and opened a drawer. He took two black leather straps out of the drawer. “Do you know what these are?”

“Yes, wrist restraints.”

“Atkins bound you. Shall we take up where he left off?”

Anthony licked his lips and whimpered.

He was on his back on the bed, his arms raised and spread, his wrists bound to the headboard over his head. Manuel was on his knees, between Anthony’s legs, arched over Anthony’s torso, Anthony’s thighs running up Manuel’s thighs, his knees hooked on Manuel’s hips.

It started awkwardly with Anthony panting hard and almost crying when Manuel had no more than his bulb inside.

“Did he tear you up? Did that monster split you?” Manuel growled.

“No, no. It’s not that. You’re bigger, so much bigger than he was.”

Manuel laughed. “In time I’ll have your channel reamed to my size. We’ll go slow this time, though.”

And he did go slow, at least initially, at least until he was fully saddled and until he lost control in the heat of the pumping. By then, though, as painful as it was, Anthony was consumed by lust and, rocking back and forth on his shoulder blades and pulling at the restraints on his wrists. All of his screams were cries for “Yes, harder. Yes, deeper. Fuck me. Screw me. Punish me. Split me. Ream me out!”

Manuel got more inventive as the night went on. So much lust and frustration had built up that the virile Cuban stud fucked all night and into the morning. Though increasingly exhausted, Anthony stayed with him. The dam had burst. He could fuck whoever and however much he wanted to. And now he wanted everything Manuel could give him. The big Cuban was a cum factory, and each ejaculation made the slide easier. With each fuck, Anthony’s channel walls were coaxed to stretch and loosen more. Anthony couldn’t wait to be fitted for Manuel’s cock to the point that the fucking would be all pleasure, no pain.

Taking Atkins the next time now would be a piece of cake.

They showered together after the first fuck, with Anthony thinking that was probably going to be it for the night. It already was nearly 3:00 a.m. It had taken some time for Anthony to take the whole cock, and once in and Anthony able to take the pumping, the virile stud pumped forever, Anthony coming and getting hard again before Manuel creamed him.

They had showered together and horsed around quite a bit. Coming out of the bathroom and toward the bed, Manuel grabbed Anthony from behind and pulled the dancer close into his body. He crouched down and commanded, “Jut your buttocks up and back at me.” When Anthony did that, he immediately cried out, as a hard cock was moving up inside him. Manuel encircled Anthony’s waist with one arm and lifted the dancer off the floor. Manuel’s other hand palmed Anthony’s throat and held Anthony’s head into the hollow of his shoulder. Anthony was dangling in front of Manuel, embraced and immobilized while the Cuban fucked him.

Manuel didn’t come in that position, though. When he came, he had reversed Anthony, the two face-to-face, with Manuel standing on the floor in a crouched position for balance, and Anthony’s legs hooked on Manuel’s hips, his wrists locked behind Manuel’s neck, and Manuel’s hips thrusting, thrusting, thrusting.

After he’d filled Anthony’s ass with cum, he tossed the young dancer on the bed and came down beside him, flinging his arm over Anthony’s chest. “Now I rest.”

“You rest? What about me?”

“You can’t take any more.”

“I want more.”

“That’s not an answer to the question asked.”

“I know.”

“The interview today. Did you get the part?”

“I don’t know. I have to meet with the investors.”

“You have to fuck each one of them?”

“There’s an investors’ meeting I have to go to—at Atkins’ house—next Tuesday.”

“And you have to fuck all of them together.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not being silly. If you’ve got to fuck that many toads, you’ll need more practice.”

“Manuel. Don’t you think . . . Christ almighty you’re hard again.”

“And I’m a little tired, so this time you fuck me.”

Manuel turned, lifted Anthony’s body up, his biceps and pectorals bulging, and held Anthony over him, Anthony making his body go straight with his own strong muscle power, until Manuel was on his back.

“Sit on my cock facing my bent legs and hug the legs. On your knees, feet running back toward my shoulders. Yes, like that. Now fuck yourself on my cock.” Half way through the fuck, Manuel wrapped his arms around Anthony’s chest, pulling Anthony’s shoulder blades back into his own pecs and jack knifing Anthony’s bent legs to a degree that only a limber dancer could manage. He raised his own pelvis up, using his bent legs and feet planted firmly on the bed for leverage, and piston fucked up into Anthony’s channel.

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The day was working out splendidly. With all “preparations” complete, Margaret Cory now merely had to recline back against her wooden deck chair and “just enjoy the view.” It was a view she’d taken great pains to achieve and through no small amount of scheming influence on her part. The view as it turns out, was most enjoyable indeed. He really was a fine specimen – good blood on her sister’s side of the family line.

Behind her dark sunglasses, her eyes followed her nephew Billy’s every move over the next several minutes; scrutinizing each straining sinewy muscle, each taught ripple of flesh. Her mind began to work out the mental geometry as she speculated what it might feel like to have him atop her with his weight pinning her down, making her helpless beneath his crush. She’d been right in telling him to remove his shirt so as not to suffer heat stroke and to get some golden rays of sunshine on those shoulders of his… not that his tanned skin needed it, his color being most appealing to her from several points of aesthetic consideration.

She fanned herself. It certainly was getting warm here by the pool, she realized as she continued scrutinizing her nephew in the same hungry manner as a tabby cat would as it preparing to pounce on an unsuspecting field mouse. She needed to cool off.

She’d told herself but a few minutes before, she’d all week to make her move, but then she told herself again, if she made that move EARLY and was successful (chuckle), then she’d have all the week to enjoy him! Yes she needed to cool off, most assuredly.

She was up from her chair. She glanced at her watch; he’d been working a for nearly an hour’s time now. He needed a break anyhow, it was the perfect pretext. Her feet kicked off her high-heeled sandals and her sunglasses found their way to the chair as she stepped to the edge of the pool with purpose and determination, (if not a slight tremble inside her).

She knew that tremble. It was a bit of pre-tryst butterflies that accompanied a slight tingling in her scalp and lovely bit of inexplicable breathlessness. At some level inside she needed that sensation; as it was that bit of giddiness that made conquests so thrilling and terrifying at the same time. One would think after all those lovers and all those torrid hook-ups she’d have outgrown it; yet here it was… the “pre-shag shivers” as she liked to call them.

When she considered her apprehension for a moment; aside from the obvious titillation she felt, there was also a bit of trepidation at the ethics of everything. That too was a bit perplexing to her sense of hedonism. She’d experienced incestuous sexual relations before; first there had been her “game” that she’d played for so many years with her sister, and then of course she’d crossed the threshold of taboo with… others.

She’d had relations with a young man she’d met on holiday in the Mediterranean and then she’d shared a bed with him and a woman who’d later turned out to be his older sister. There were also a pair of young women she’d met on a business trip to Hong Kong; whom it was later revealed were both twin sisters. That weekend was remarkable in the number of wonderful orgasms she’d been privy to, from both of those lovely ladies. Then of course there was a ski vacation in Zurich in which she and an older woman she’d met on the slopes had conspired to join forces and seduce the woman’s handsome stepson in their hotel’s indoor pool after hours. That ended marvelously and she still received holiday cards from the both of them, so why was this different?

The answer was simple. Billy was her blood and her sister’s son, (and it wasn’t as if her sister could have made her pregnant in any of those late night scissor sessions or lickfests they’d subjected one another too when they were growing up). Her sister had also not approved what she’d had in mind, (no matter what their phone conversations had been before). This was then by its very unnatural nature; something completely different from all her other past dalliances. It was truly forbidden… it was shameful, it was wrong, and it was making her clit tingle and her puss trickle just by entertaining the thought.

Right, she was in!

“Billy darling,” she called to him from where she stood at the pool’s edge, “you’ve been working for a ruddy hour… take a break already dear!”

“Almost done here Auntie Maggie,” he called back to her.

He was true to his word. Within a few more snips of the hedge shears he’d finished his work. The rest of the yard work could wait… Auntie Maggie had other work for him this morning, anyhow.

Billy now noticed something odd. As he set down his shears and wiped the sweat from his brow he could clearly his auntie standing at the pool’s edge. How long had she been there simply watching him? Had he done a decent enough job on the hedge? He turned around and checked his work, flipping his bangs from his eyes.

Nope… it was first rate he reasoned, but still; she just stood there at the Ankara escort other end of the pool looking at him. It was all a bit unsettling.

Hmmmm, he noticed she was looking rather fetching really though; if one can say that about their aunt. That was creepy and wrong to think, right?

It certainly was, but he could see she didn’t look like many other women her age. She had the loveliest hips of the MILFiest MILF he’d ever pulled-off to on the internet, (and her tits underneath that bikini top were nothing to ignore either)! They were lovely and round and full with no sag… she’d taken care of herself. He also loved her short, nearly shoulder-length fiery red head of hair that hinted at fun upscale sophistication with a dash of mischief thrown in. No… if he was a full-blown pervert he’d be keen to fuck his aunt, he mused to himself… and of course that other stuff didn’t count really.

*****

The ‘other stuff’ he happened to recall in the back of his noggin were lurid fantasies he’d had; dreams mostly, but he’d also pulled his cock late at night to help himself sleep, and it was in these same self-abuse sessions he’d had ‘accidents.’ It seems in between those little sleepy tugs where he’d imagined a porno starlet or two sucking him or riding his cock; he’d somehow managed to get Auntie Maggie thrown in the erotic video playing in his fevered mind. He didn’t understand how she managed to get into his head (and he would kick her out immediately from his fantasy spank session because it was ‘weird’ for him), but she was definitely there in his consciousness. Of course she was lodged deep in his subconscious, as well.

He’d had several dreams where she’d approach him without so much as a stitch of clothing on and then with a SNAP of her fingers, he’d be naked as well! They’d kiss and shortly; a fuck would ensue, (or a blowjob, or handjob or some inappropriate and shameful contact). His mother would enter the room and rage at him or his girlfriend, Anna, and there would be shouts of disapproval and his feeble attempts to explain himself. There’d been at least one dream where his girlfriend and his auntie had been in the bath in a torrid lovemaking session. There’d been another night where he’d dreamt his mum and his auntie had been naked in his bed as he returned home and they’d motioned for him to join them.

Regardless of the dream, he found it all confusing, disturbing and regretfully exciting. He’d awake to find the front of his underwear a ghastly sticky mess with the blasted remnants of a recent ejaculation staining the front of things. It made him wonder if he were a foul pervert, fit only for a lunatic asylum of some sort. He’d trot down to the loo and wash off his shame and tell himself it was all just a dream that couldn’t be helped.

*****

Now he was standing half-turned across the pool from his aunt, and noticing that very same look in her blue-green eyes she’d given him in those terribly unsettling dreams. His cock twitched. She broke the spell with a smile still on her lips…

“Billy jump in the pool. You need to cool off.”

“Oh,” he said turning her way, “no worries Auntie Maggie. I’ll get my swimming things from the house next door and…”

“Oh POO Billy,” she said, “don’t worry, just shuck off those jeans and stop being silly. I’ve seen you in your underwear, it will dry. I’m going in anyhow, why not you?”

There was a pause… an awkward pause really. It was one of those dead space moments where everything stops and stands still; more fitting perhaps for an American Western movie with an old-time shoot-out a street, but it was no less appropriate here, (what with each participant watching the other to see what their next move happened to be). She saw his eyes. He saw hers. From a high third-floor window above the pool, Gwennie, the ever-watchful maid …observed them both keenly as she pretended to clean the pane of glass before her.

Gwen knew precisely how this would all go. She’d seen her employer Maggie pull that old, ‘Why don’t you just jump into the water,’ trick before.

Maggie had tried that little number with that young immigrant pool boy, Carlos when he’d come by to check her PH and scour her plaster at her behest. That had ended well enough for her, and it had turned out she’d had her pipes scrubbed clean for her money, as well by him! Yes WELL INDEED, in fact… and then there was Evan; the fellow from town who’d cut the hedge the last time …and then Cyrus the pool maintenance technician who’d fixed the filter port, (and both of Maggie’s other ports as well)!

No, there was nothing new at all about this little trick, but it was tried and true. Gwen scrubbed the window absentmindedly, (with the beginnings of a smirk forming at the corners of her mouth while her eyes followed the scene below).

There was still that awkward silence. Maggie and Billy really DID resemble two gunfighters squaring off in the middle of the street, now. Both had their hips cocked jauntily to one Ankara escort bayan side, (although Maggie’s stance was a bit more pronounced with her MILFie-arse jutting against her orange thong).

You could hear a honeybee fart; it was so quiet. Billy “went for his gun,” first.

With one thumb he flipped open his belt, then with both hands he unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. Denim hit the pool deck and he stepped from his sandals, now standing before his auntie in his “tightey-whitey.” She’d have to do something about that. She could see his bulging prominence beneath that all that cotton and it looked promising, but she’d need to get him better briefs.

Who in the HELL above the age of twelve wore those sorts of things anyhow? Well… she’d work on him.

There was another pause, then a leap, then a splash and he was in. It was now Maggie who went for her guns, (both of them being C-cups as they were). Following a quick maneuver with her hands behind her back, her top sailed through the air and landed in the water. She dover in right behind it, readying her trap for him. It had to look convincing. She needed to sell that this was all an accident… at first.

Billy heard his aunt’s splash somewhere out ahead of him and he glided through the water to a spot in the shallows where he could stand. It was then he turned around, seeing his auntie breach the surface. She sputtered a misty exhalation and turned herself; treading water whilst facing him. She playfully scooped up a chlorine laden mouthful from the pool and spat it at him; all grins and teases.

“Hey,” Billy scolded, “cut that out!”

“Oh,” she teased swimming closer into the shallows and spitting more water at him, “can’t handle a little squirt, can you?”

Something caught the periphery of Billy’s vision. He turned to look and then broke up laughing.

“There’s something you can’t handle either Auntie Maggie,” he said with a voice full of school boy chiding and derision.

“What’s that?” she said after spitting more water at him.

“You can’t handle a dive into your own pool,” he teased, “without losing your top!”

He pointed to the surface of the water just a few feet away from them. Her orange bikini top was clearly floating upon the surfaces like two wayward jellyfish. She feigned shock.

She brought an arm up to her breasts and was about to give him a lecture concerning how bare breasts really weren’t all that improper anyhow and that in this modern age, plenty of women went about with their breast showing. It wouldn’t be necessary, however. What he did next was completely random but played right into her hands.

He shot an arm out before him into the water and lunged. A moment he stood triumphant with her top in his hands. It was apparent he was not about to return it. He was all tit for tat schoolyard retaliation at the moment.

“Teach you to spit water at me,” he chided.

“Billy don’t you dare,” she said… hoping he most certainly would!

The top flew through the air and landed almost upon his jeans and sandals. She feigned shock and then she too …took on a playful aspect to her eye. She lunged at him and commenced splashing him.

He returned great splashes back at her. There was clearly nothing sexual about his actions but in his mind she’d started things by spitting at him… he’d only settled the score by tossing her top on the shore out of reach. It was schoolboy logic, but it played right into her hands and at the moment both her hands were splashing him just as vigorously as he was her.

This horseplay went on for several seconds as the two launched broadsides of water at one another again and again. She began whirling her arms like twin splashing water wheels as he turned around to face away from his aunt and began scooping water behind himself at her. It was then, with him standing in waist-deep water that she made her move.

Billy suddenly found his auntie lunging at him and pulling him under. He went down in a cloud of bubbles and tickles. It was anything but expected.

He struggled to fight her off and for a moment, the two grappled as if wrestling, then strangely her grasp relented. She swam away from him. Her move confused him but more importantly, he needed air.

He broke the surface, all bewildered gasps and sputters. He turned to see his auntie standing in the water with her breasts bared to him; nipples swollen and erect. In her hands she held something.

“Unfair Auntie,” he choked at her, “give those back!”

“Toss my top onto the shore will you?” Maggie teased, having turned the tables on her nephew, “Let’s see how you like THIS!”

He jumped at her in an attempt to grapple her arm and snatch back his cotton dignity from hand but she was too fast. His underwear sailed through the air, landing SPLAT upon the deck next to the other discarded clothes. He was now naked and she was jeering at him. He lunged for her as she retreated to deeper water.

“There Escort Ankara Billy,” she said with a wicked grin across her face whilst she moved into the deeper end of the pool, “we’re even now!”

Her words may have indicated she was through with mischief, but a second later and she’d gulped more water and spat it his way. This clearly not “over-with” by any sense of the word… it was most decidedly, ON!

“Like hell Auntie!” he gasped with hurt pride and determination before diving beneath the water.

She should have been at a disadvantage, but that was simply not the case. Oh heavens no, it wasn’t. In fact, the opposite was true.

Margaret loved water, having even been a lifeguard as a teenager. She loved vacations to exotic locales with beaches and coral reefs and crashing waves. She even loved to swim in the cold channel waters of Weymouth. No there was no disadvantage here, in fact she was very much in her element. Her nephew Billy was engaging her in horseplay at the deep end of the pool; a bit like challenging someone to their favorite game on their home field.

He caught her easily enough and they locked together and rolled, (well actually she’d let him catch her). It was simply too easy. She could have swum circles around him all day in that pool, (and he’d never have so much as lain a finger upon her if she so decided).

No in truth, she’d caught him, (although he was most unaware of that fact at the time). They went under; arms wrapping bodies, and limbs locking limbs. The water was all confusion struggles and bubbles. They breached the surface with a great splash; both gulping air before plunging below again.

His hands were going for her thong. She knew this; he was simply that obvious. She struggled but not too hard. She had to play this just right.

She rolled again with him beneath the water and in her pretend struggle, her hand brushed his cock… just for the briefest instant. It was like a great marine sea cucumber to the touch; hefty, solid and full of life, (and it wasn’t yet even rigid). A wave of wicked selfish pleasure shot through her scheming heart. She continued to struggle and put up a good show.

They broke the surface again and re-adjusted grips before plunging below. Down in the swirling chlorine depths, hands bumped about and ‘accidently’ found things; his against her breasts, the hers against that cock. These were fleeting little brushes and grabs for the both of them, but she could tell well enough from her latest grope of his dong that he was far more excited than he’d been just short time prior, (even if he hadn’t known it himself).

He now achieved what he was striving for amidst her wriggles and struggles, and she let him have his little victory. He rose to the surface holding her thong aloft in triumph. She surfaced a few feet away and again feigned outrage and protest.

“Billy don’t you …dare do it!”

She’d played him like a fiddle. He immediately tossed her bright orange thong to the shore with the rest of the disgarded clothes. He beamed back at her.

“Now we’re EVEN, Auntie!” he gasped, treading water.

“The HELL we are!” she bellowed just prior to diving beneath and surfacing next to him.

A second later and she pulled him under once more. He was not only in her lair, he was in her element, and they were now both MOST APPROPRIATELY ATTIRED FOR THE OCCASION!

She continued with the charade of ‘horseplay,’ grabbing him in a she-bear hug and throwing her legs around his waist as she rolled him under. In the process of doing so, she mashed her cunt against his bare cock. To to her delight and excitement, she found his loins completely rampant by now and throbbing with agitation. As they surfaced again she crossed her legs behind him and held him close whilst up top she allowed his arms to thrash about as he sputtered for a bit of air.

“Ready to behave are we?” she said with one eyebrow cocked.

He nodded, somewhat defeated and realizing she was a better swimmer than even he, (despite all his school medals for aquatics).

“Good,” she said before she pulled him to the very edge of the pool’s deep end.

She planted his hand upon the solid concrete deck as she bobbed in the water beside him. Oddly enough she resumed precisely the same embrace, locking her arms around him up top and with her legs about his waist. She crossed her ankles to hold her in place upon him affectionately.

“Ah,” she said, “that’s much better. I am tired now, simply hold onto that edge.”

“Y..yes, Auntie Maggie,” he answered, somewhat surprised that his now most naked aunt (and his mother’s blood sister), had her limbs wrapped about him like a peel on a banana.

He could feel her sex against him, or was that his imagination. No… he could swear he felt her sex against “it,” (and “it” was throbbing most rudely for him).

Aunt Maggie noticed precisely the same thing as he, and she mashed herself against him; all the while acting innocent about it. His penis wasn’t exactly “in” as it were, but his sausage had definitely found a roll to lie upon. All it would need was a bit of mustard and a paper serviette, she quipped to herself. She sniggered softly at her little joke.

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All the characters depicted in this story are 18 years old or older.

The summer of his eighteenth birthday was a memorable one for Brad Winston. That was the summer that his aunt Laura came to visit.

Laura was two years older than his mother Amanda. But despite their age difference they could have passed for twins. They were both blonde and attractive. In fact Brad’s friends had told him more than once that they thought his mother was ‘hot’. It wasn’t the sort of thing Brad paid much attention to. He had laughed though the time his father remarked to his mother that he wished she had her sister’s boobs. Laura and Amanda were the only two children in their family and so they were close in many ways. But they were also very different.

Amanda, being the baby of the family, probably got more attention as the two sisters were growing up. Laura was always the free spirit, the adventurous one, the one who was always getting into trouble.

Amanda was the model student, the focused one, the one who went to college and planned to work in a doctor’s office. The only hiccough came when she got pregnant in her final year, married her college sweetheart and became a ‘stay at home’ mom. Bradley came along eight months later.

By contrast, Laura had a seemingly endless stream of boyfriends. Typically she’d get into a serious relationship that lasted about a year and a half or two and then she’d dump the guy and move on to someone new.

During all the years that Amanda was bringing up Bradley, Laura was bringing home one boyfriend after another until her father finally gave up even trying to remember their names.

Finally, when Brad was fifteen, Laura found Lance, someone who she decided was ‘Mister Right’. After a very short engagement she married him.

It was a very quiet wedding, just the immediate family of the bride and groom at Brad’s parents’ home. A couple of weeks later there was a big party, a kind of reception for extended family and friends. It was a hot summer night and Brad could still vaguely remember there were a lot of naked bodies whooping around in the swimming pool in the wee small hours of the morning.

Now it was three years later and all of a sudden Laura had come to stay at her sister’s for an unspecified length of time. Something was not right between her and Lance. They had agreed on a sort of a trial separation.

Brad wasn’t really all that interested in his aunt’s marital problems. The thing that did bother him was that he had to give up his room and move to the basement for the ‘as yet to be determined’ length of her stay.

When he protested about this unfair dislocation, his mother looked disappointed in him and asked him if he wasn’t willing to make even this tiny sacrifice for his poor aunt in this difficult time for her.

Brad realized that he couldn’t win this one so he grudgingly moved his necessities down into the basement and prayed that Laura and Lance would soon get back together.

When Laura arrived everything seemed fine. She had always been Brad’s favourite, if only, aunt. There were no obvious signs that she was upset although she and his mother did tend to linger over the dishes after dinner.

Brad would come and go and his mother and Laura would be at the sink or at the kitchen table, talking and talking. There seemed to be no end to it. What he didn’t know was that, though Laura was talking about her marital woes, Amanda was expressing her concerns that Brad wasn’t seeing anyone, had never had a real girl friend and to the best of her knowledge was still a virgin. She didn’t think this was healthy.

Brad would have been mortified if he knew his mother was talking about him like that to his aunt. But Amanda was careful not to say anything in front of him.

When Brad asked his father what the problem with aunt Laura was, his father would only say that someone apparently had been cheating on someone. When Brad asked who was cheating on who, his father said that that depended on who you talked to. According to Laura it was Lance. According to Lance, it was Laura. When Brad asked his father who he believed, his father said he really didn’t know but that he could tell some stories about his sister-in-law. This remark was accompanied by a tilt of the head and a knowing wink that suggested to Brad that his aunt might somehow be the author of her own marital demise.

Regardless of what was going on Brad had his own life to lead. He was pleasant to his aunt and she always asked him what was going on with him when she saw him. But for the most part they didn’t spend a lot of time in each other’s company.

The second weekend of Laura’s unexpected visit, Brad’s parents were away. They had planned a weekend visit to the wine country with some friends that they couldn’t get out of. Laura and Brad were home alone but each had their own plans for Saturday night.

Brad was going out with his buddy Glen to a ‘country and western’ bar that was bringing in a popular local band. Apparently a lot of the really Ankara bayan escort hot girls at school were into this band and would probably be there.

Laura was going out with some friends from the insurance company where she worked. He really didn’t pay much attention to what she said they were doing.

Brad went over to Glen’s before they went out. They had a couple of beers and played ‘Call of Duty’. By the time they got to the club about 10:00 things were really hopping. It took them ten minutes just to get up to the bar and get a beer. Forget about getting a seat.

But a quick look around suggested that the intel about the babes had been accurate. There were a lot of hot chicks hanging around in groups of threes and fours. Most of the available guys seemed to have been dragged out on the dance floor where they were enthusiastically, if not expertly, stomping and two stepping, trying not to embarrass themselves in front of their more competent girl friends.

Brad and Glen picked out a couple of guys who were really struggling to keep up and started a running dialogue making fun of them. This kept them entertained for quite a while.

Eventually though they both noticed a couple of truly gorgeous girls who were dancing, surrounded by a knot of hungrily circling men. One of them was very tall with straight black hair that was hanging down below her shoulders. Brad thought she looked like she was just about his age. She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans that she must have spray painted on. In stiletto heels it looked like her legs went up to her shoulders. She had the most amazing melon shaped breasts that were threatening to jiggle free at any moment from the tight white tank top she was wearing.

The other girl was blonde. Her shapely legs were bare above her cowboy boots and beneath the little denim skirt she had on. She was also wearing a cream coloured satin shirt that had a bucking bronco embroidered on it in red. She had a little bandana tied around her neck below which three or four buttons of her blouse were undone. Although she wasn’t as statuesque as her friend, there was no shortage of men who weren’t enjoying the generous display of cleavage that she had on display.

The girls had on cowboy hats that they had ‘borrowed’ from a couple of the men. They were both getting a lot of attention as they strutted and spun in time to the music. It was impossible to tell which of the men surrounding them might have been their partners or if in fact they were with anyone. Brad told Glen they should take a closer look.

As they approached the gyrating group of dancers, Brad couldn’t take his eyes off the dark haired girl in the tight jeans. She danced with her whole body, arms in the air, hips moving fluidly and her eyes moving from man to man, pouting her lips and winking at them as if she wanted every one of them. Brad thought she was probably the sexiest woman he had ever seen.

Eventually the music stopped and the knot of men grew tighter around the two women like they were some kind of rock stars. Brad lost sight of them for a few moments and then they were knifing their way through the crowd, laughing and trading jibes over their shoulders with the hooting men as they made their way past Brad and Glen.

Brad was so mesmerized by the tall jeans girl that at first he didn’t hear it when the blonde said…”Brad?…”

“Brad?…What a surprise!…What are you doing here?…”

Brad turned to the blonde and was startled to realize that it was his aunt Laura.

“Aunt Laura!…I…I…I thought you were out with some friends from work…” Brad stammered, trying to keep his gaze from wandering to the smiling beauty standing just behind his aunt.

“I am. This is Beth. She works in the claims department. She just started with us… Beth…this is my nephew Brad who I was talking about and his friend…I’m sorry…I don’t think we’ve been introduced…”

Glen waited a second but Brad’s mind seemed to have turned to mush as he reached out to shake hands with Beth.

“I’m Glen…” he said…”Nice to meet you Laura, Beth…”

“And there’s two more of us Ryan and Neil. They’re around here somewhere. I think they went for more beer. So are you two boys enjoying yourselves?…”

Glen started to say something in reply but then the band started up again with a real loud, heel stomping quick step. Beth’s eyes lit up and she yelled to Laura…” I really like this one!…” and before the boys knew it they were being dragged out onto the dance floor, Brad pairing up with Beth and Glen with Laura.

Brad couldn’t believe his luck. He was dancing with the most stunning woman in the room. There wasn’t a guy standing there that didn’t wish he was in Brad’s shoes.

At first he was terrified. He wasn’t much of a dancer. But Beth seemed to sense his misgivings. She turned her back to him and took his hands with hers.

“Just do what I do…” she yelled and began to move her body to the music, moving his hands with hers and inviting Escort bayan Ankara him to mimic her movements.

That’s what he did and in no time he found himself shadow dancing with this stunning young woman.

Now whether Beth was a good teacher or Brad had more latent talent than he knew, he did really well and was able to keep up with what were becoming ever more complicated steps and twists as the song rambled on.

Eventually it did come to a roaring, floor stomping ending. Beth’s eyes were sparkling as she twirled around twice on the end of Brad’s arms and finished with her hands in the air. The band immediately segued into a slow tune. Without missing a beat, Beth stepped up against Brad, draping her arms around his shoulders and molding her curvaceous body against his. In her high heels she was just as tall as he was.

‘Oh my God!…’ Brad gasped to himself at the feel of Beth’s yielding curves pressing against him. She was wearing a wonderfully exotic perfume that enveloped him and made him almost faint with excitement. He hesitantly put his hands on her waist and started moving with the music.

“That was…you are… incredible!…” he said with real enthusiasm.

“Well thank you kind sir. I enjoyed it too….” Beth said squirming contently against Brad.

“Oh oh!…’ Brad groaned as he felt himself starting to stiffen up against Beth’s gently shifting loins. It was bound to happen. She was so sexy and he was so excited to be dancing with her. But he didn’t think she would be too impressed by his obvious arousal. He kind of tightened his hands on her waist and bent forward a little to keep her from pressing up against him. His cock was pointed down his leg and was getting pretty uncomfortable as more and more blood rushed into it.

“Is something wrong?…” Beth asked with the tiniest of grins.

“Ahhh!…Nothing serious. I might just have to go make a slight technical adjustment…” Brad stammered in embarrassment.

“Oh not now. Just when we were having so much fun…” Beth said with a little moue, at the same time pulling Brad back more tightly against her.

“Oh shit!…” Brad gasped quietly. He was sure that Beth must be able to feel him now, bulging against her.

“Oh. Is that your problem? I seem to have that effect on a lot of boys…” Beth murmured into Brad’s ear.

“I’m so sorry Beth!…It’s just a little hard to control sometimes…” Brad groaned miserably.

“I can help you with that…Do you want me to?…” she asked in a honeyed purr.

“You can’t really…It’ll be alright….”

“Don’t be silly. You look so uncomfortable. It will just take a second…”

And with that Beth turned in Brad’s arms so that she was facing away from him once more. She pulled his arms around her so that he was holding her close. Still swaying to the music she moved both her hands behind her so that they were against Brad’s stomach.

Before he even realized what it was she had in mind, Beth pulled the front of his pants out with one hand and snaked her other hand deep down into his shorts.

Brad let out a stifled yelp of amazement as Beth closed her hand around the length of his meat. She gently but firmly pulled his cock to one side then turned it so that it was straining upwards towards his chin. She held him like that for a couple of seconds longer than was absolutely necessary. Then she calmly took her hand out of his pants and turned to face him once again.

Brad looked into her dancing eyes in complete astonishment. He could still feel the warmth of her hand imprinted on his steely shaft. He wondered if he’d ever go soft again.

Still smiling into his eyes Beth pressed herself against him once more and said…

“Oh yess!…That’s much better isn’t it?…” as she thrust her gently rounded mons into the barrel of his cock.

“Jesus Beth. I can’t believe you just did that…” Brad gushed as if she’d just resolved the middle east crisis.

This girl was amazing. He had to find out more about her, where she lived, was she seeing anybody. Oh God! Maybe she was married. There were a thousand things he wanted to ask her. But before he got a chance to say anything more, Laura was at Beth’s shoulder.

She came up beside them and said to Beth…

“Come on honey. We’ve got to get back. The boys are getting kind of antsy. Especially Neil. I think you’ve really got under his skin.”

“Oh what a shame…” Beth said, stepping back from Brad.

“Your nephew and I were just getting a few things straightened out between us. And besides I don’t think Neil and I are a fit. Now Brad on the other hand I think might fit me just fine …”

“Well that’s sweet of you darlin’ but as they say in country talk…’you leaves with the one that ‘brung ya’. So let’s go soothe the savage beasts. Glen’s over there too Brad. Why don’t you come meet the boys.”

Brad was trying to figure out a way to kidnap Beth but Laura was taking charge for the moment and he had no choice but to follow in the girls’ wake.

Dejectedly Bayan escort Ankara Brad followed the girls from the dance floor back to some sprawling booths where he finally saw Glen sitting with two other guys. When they got over there Laura made the introductions.

“Brad this is Ryan, my boss, and Neil. Boys this is my nephew Brad.”

“Hello!…Hi!…Nice to meet you!…” the men said to each other. Beth sat down next to Neil and Brad sat down on the outside edge of the booth next to her. Glen got up so that Laura could sit down next to Ryan and he sat down next to her.

Laura’s boss Ryan was a good looking guy, youngish compared to Laura but still the same generation. Neil was younger still. He looked to be about Brad’s age. In fact Brad realized with a start that he knew this guy.

“Brad yeah! We played ball together!…” Neil said at that moment, echoing Brad’s thoughts.

“That’s right. For the last two years of high school. We did alright…” Brad said.

“Well isn’t that interesting…” Beth said laying her hand high up on the inside of Brad’s thigh under the table and giving him a warm squeeze.

Brad jumped a little when she did that. The edge of her little hand was actually pressing into his balls. He could feel himself stiffening up again in response to her intimate touch.

He had never liked Neil. Neil had been their closing pitcher. Brad had played third base. Neil was good but he had always been too full of himself as far as Brad was concerned. He hadn’t changed, based on the way that he was draping himself all over Beth in the booth. And then Brad noticed that Glen was looking at his aunt like she was an ice cream cone and it was the hottest day of the year.

Brad could see that things weren’t likely to progress very well for either Glen or himself at that point. So he got up and started making excuses why they had to leave. Meeting some friends at another bar, their lift was leaving, blah, blah, blah.

Glen wasn’t very enthusiastic about leaving but in the end he didn’t have much choice. Brad was driving.

“Jeez man. Your aunt is really hot! I think I might have had a shot with her…” he complained.

“Don’t be ridiculous…” Brad answered more brusquely than he meant to.

“She’s there with her boss, her marriage is on the rocks and besides all that, she’s old enough to be your mother. Give your head a shake!”

Glen didn’t see it that way. But what was really irritating Brad was that he had to leave Beth there with that slime ball Neil. Sometimes life seemed so unfair.

He went back to Glen’s, had a couple of more beers while they carried on their endless campaign of ‘Call of Duty’. But Brad’s heart really wasn’t in it and he headed home a little after one.

When he got there all he could think about was that moment in the bar when Beth had her hand down his pants groping his cock. He wasn’t paying any attention at all as he walked down the hall to his room.

But as he approached the door to his bedroom, which was open about a foot, he could hear muted voices rising and falling from within.

‘Oh shit…’ he thought as he remembered that aunt Laura had taken his room. But who was in there with her. He had to look. He stepped up quietly, keeping to the shadows and looked around the open door. What he saw there completely blew his mind.

The door from the hall entered the room from one side at the foot of the bed. On the wall beside the door to his bathroom was a tall skinny mirror he used to when he was getting dressed.

From where he was standing he could see his aunt on her knees on the bed, straddling a prone figure who, he figured, must be her boss. She still had on her cowboy boots and her satin shirt but her little skirt was gone. Her bare creamy ass was rising and falling rhythmically as she bobbed up and down on the upright shaft that was jutting between her legs.

The guy was squirming with excitement but Laura seemed to be in complete control.

Looking up into the mirror he could see that his aunt’s breasts were out and she was hefting them, one in each hand, offering them to the man who was lying there beneath her. Those generous globes with their rigid crimson nipples looked awfully good to Brad. He was surprised that the man she was fucking wasn’t mauling her tits. Then he noticed that his wrists and ankles were tied to the corner posts of the bed with slender satin ropes. Wow! He didn’t know insurance guys were so kinky!

Brad felt himself getting hard as he viewed this erotic scene. Then he immediately blushed with embarrassment. This was his aunt Laura he was looking at

“Gawdd Laura!…Easy!…You’re gonna’ make me…Nahh!… come if you keep doing that …Ahhh!…” the guy gasped in a hoarse cry as Laura banged herself down on him hard. She did that twice more and then went back to the steady, easy pace she was using when Brad first saw them.

“You like that baby? You like fucking that cowgirl pussy? I could fuck you like this all night long. Think you can take it?..” Brad could see in the mirror the smile turning the corners of his aunt’s mouth as she said this. Then she banged herself up and down on the guy she was straddling, hard, three times to emphasize exactly what it was could do to him.

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I had just gotten home from work. She worked nights and I worked and attended college during the day so I slid out of my shoes as quietly as possible as I stepped in the front door, so as not to wake her. It was the last day of the work week for both of us, so we usually tried to have a date night after she woke up from a nap. It had been a long week between work and school and I was questioning if all this work was really worth it to become a teacher,but I had to put all that aside when I was snapped back to reality by the dog letting me know she needed to be let out.

With me going to school and her working overnights we rarely had the chance to even sleep in the same bed, much less have sex. This was not a fact that went unnoticed, and I hoped tonight would give us a chance to get back in the swing of things, so to speak.

As I glanced at the clock I realized she’d be in bed for at least another hour or so. I went to the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the fridge and headed to the bathroom hoping a soak and a drink would help me unwind from the pressures of the day.

I slipped out of my khakis and since I hadn’t worn any underwear that day all that was left to do was remove my sweater and unsnap my bra. I watched as it fell at my feet, the red fabric with the delicate pink flowers bunching up on the floor. It was my favorite bra, and with good reason. It gave me amazing cleavage (not that I ever had the opportunity to show it off).

I slid into the tub carefully. The water was so hot that it instantly turned my normally pale white arms, legs and breasts a light shade of pink. I submerged myself in the tub, looking down at my breasts bobbing gently as I reached across the tub and carefully cracked open the beer I had gotten earlier. I took a sip, closed my eyes and relaxed. I sat in the tub until the water was no longer warm enough to be comfortable and the room was too cold to enjoy, as was evidenced by my nipples standing up in protest of the cold air.

I rose out of the tub and toweled off. I wasn’t sure if or when we’d be going out, so I tossed on my favorite pair of shorts and a shirt with cut off sleeves (the kind that I could only wear around the house because I cut them too far and my breasts were constantly peeking out the sides). I didn’t bother to put on any underwear or a bra since I was only going as far as the living room and didn’t want to wake her by looking for clothes while she was sleeping.

I lounged on the couch and turned on the TV, mindlessly channel surfing until I heard her get up and get out of bed.

“Hey babe, do you want to go out for a while?” she asked as I heard her starting the shower.

“Sure”, I replied, “I’m not dressed yet; I thought I’d wait for you so I could figure out what to wear after we decided where we were going.”

“Hey, I can’t hear you very well over the shower. I also need a towel so can you come in here for a minute?”

I got up and walked towards the bathroom. She was already in the shower so I missed my chance to get a good look at her. I grabbed Ankara escort a towel and hung it up on the towel bar and then asked where we were going. As I did this, my right breast peeked out of my shirt and she said, “Well, if you’re dressed like that I might just keep you here all to myself.”

I returned to the living room and sat on the couch, finishing off the last of my beer as I waited.

She seemed to be taking forever, which was unlike her, but I had all weekend to spend with her so I wasn’t going to begrudge her spending a few extra minutes getting ready.

She entered the room dressed in a pair of jeans, but was otherwise naked (she did this often if a shirt she liked was downstairs where the washer and dryer were). I figured she was almost ready so I told her I was going to go take a quick shower and get dressed.

As I went to walk across the room, she stopped me by wrapping me in a hug and said, “I’ve missed you this week.” She then leaned in to me and gave me a kiss. My breasts sticking out of my shirt rubbed up against her naked chest and suddenly getting dressed and going out was the last thing on my mind.

She grabbed my shirt and pulled the middle of it together, so my breasts were sticking out from either side of the strip of fabric that now separated them. She looked at my breasts and bit her bottom lip as she smiled at me. I wrapped my hands around the back of her neck, ran my fingers through her short, and still damp, hair and pulled her mouth to mine.

She parted my lips with her tongue and kissed me with a type of urgency that I hadn’t felt in a long time. She flicked her tongue over mine over and over, barely letting me have a chance to catch my breath. A few more of those kisses, tongues wildly exploring and I was ready to tear her jeans off. I fumbled as I ran my hands down her stomach and tried to unbutton her pants.

She promptly grabbed my hands and moved them away from her waist, placing one of my hands on each of her breasts. Her breasts were perfectly sized for my hands, and I was always envious of the fact that she could go places without a bra on, something that never happened for me because I was “blessed” with a pair of 38gg breasts. I cupped her breasts and ran my fingers gently across her nipples. I wanted to take them up in my mouth, but as I leaned down to her chest she again moved me to where she wanted me to be.

She wrapped her fingers in my shoulder length hair and pulled me in again to another kiss. My knees were shaking and I could feel the intensity of my excitement building.. For once, I wished I was wearing panties because I was afraid I might ruin my favorite shorts if she kept going.

“Lets take this to the bedroom” I suggested as I started to grab her hand to lead her to the bedroom.

“I had something else in mind” she said to me as she pulled me back towards her, spinning me around so my back was to her.

She reached down and grabbed my shirt, yanking it hastily off of me. The warmth of her breath in my ear and her heavy breathing was Ankara escort bayan only serving to contribute more to the building tension I was feeling between my legs. As she pulled my shirt off, she reached around, cupping my breasts, flicking my nipples, and pinching them.

I tried to move myself back around to face her, but she held me tight, kissing and licking my neck as she continued to rub and play with my nipples. Finally, after what felt like forever, she turned me around and kissed me again. Once again she turned her attention to my heaving breasts but this time, instead of her hands she bent forward and took my hard nipples into her mouth. First the left and then the right. She sucked and flicked and worked my nipples with her tongue. After a while, my body was begging for a climax.

“Baby, I want you to fuck me” I moaned between ragged breaths.

She reached down and grabbed the waist of my shorts and slid them off deftly with one hand. She knelt on the floor in front of me, her face at eye level with my warm, and now very wet, pussy.

She slid a hand between my legs and smiled “Sure feels like you’re ready for me”. With that, she reached up with her other hand and spread my lips apart.

She leaned her head back a few inches and took in the sight of my shaven pussy, pink and dripping. After a few seconds, she leaned in and gently flicked my clit with the tip of her tongue. Waves of pleasure were already ripping through my body and I wasn’t sure how long I could stand it before I would cum right there on her face.

I let out a gentle moan as she continued to use her tongue to explore the wetness she had created between my legs. She drew gentle circles around my clit, and then when she had me building up, she’d stick her tongue out as far as she could and use it to fuck me.

I was leaning into her, feeling her tongue inside of me sliding in and out of my hole. She knew I wanted to cum, and she finally decided she was going to let me. She went back to working my clit and as my breath grew more shallow and my moans of “oh fuck yes” grew louder, she picked up the pace and went from a gentle kissing to a furious flicking and sucking.

When I was about to collapse, I begged her, “Please don’t stop. Right. There. Oh. Fuck.”

She pulled my body down to her by reaching around my back and grabbing my ass, she pulled my clit into her mouth and sucked it and flicked it and until finally, I came.

All my juices poured into her mouth and down her chin as she lapped them up while I looked for something to hold on to in order to steady my legs, still shaking from the intensity of my orgasm.

“Your turn” I said looking down at her, still kneeling on the floor.

“Oh no, I’m not done with you yet”, she replied, standing up and unzipping her pants to reveal the strap-on she was wearing under her jeans.

Now I understood why she kept pushing me away from her zipper. She stood up and let her pants fall to the floor, kicking them aside. She grabbed me by the hand and pushed me away Escort Ankara from her and towards the end of the couch. She pushed me forward over the arm of the couch, my ass up in the air towards her.

“I have plans for you” she said as she slapped me gently on the ass.

My heart pounded in my ears as a new wave of excitement coursed through my body. My knees were still shaking from the ecstasy and I propped myself up on my elbows. She put her knee between mine and forced my legs apart.

“I was dreaming about fucking you so when I woke up I wanted to get right to it” she said as she slid her hand in between my legs.

She slid two fingers into me, pushing gently against my g-spot, feeling my wetness. “Mmm, you want this?” She asked.

All I could do was nod weakly, my head swimming.

She pushed the head of her cock against me, sliding it up against my clit a few times. This made me jump a little since I was still pretty sensitive. Gently she slipped the head of it inside me and slowly worked it in and out of my hole.

It was bigger than I had remembered and it was pushing against my already tight walls. I heard a faint laugh and then she pushed the full length of the cock into me, thrusting it slowly so I felt every inch. My body slid forward as she pushed into me, so she reached around and grabbed my hips and guided my body back and forth as she continued to pump her hard cock. I could feel the head rubbing my g-spot as she fucked me.

She sped up and the sound of her body hitting mine as she pushed her cock in and out of me made me hungry for more. She must have sensed this, because she pulled me back and reached in front of me, squeezing my erect nipples in time with her motions. She slowed a bit, and I begged her to keep going. She slid one hand behind me and pulled at the back of my hair. “You like that? You want me to make you cum?”

I couldn’t find words, so I nodded my head vigorously and she obliged by sliding her hand back in front of me, putting one hand back on my nipple and sliding the other down my stomach to my pussy. She slid her fingers around my clit and squeezed it again as she continued to pound me. I could feel my legs getting weak again and the wetness was dripping from her cock as she slid it in and out of me. I knew I was close to orgasm.

“Please. Don’t stop.” I begged weakly

She slid her hands onto my hips again and thrust into me. I could feel my walls starting to contract and the pressure in me was building. She dug her fingers into me and pulled me close to her, pushing her whole length into me as fast as she could. I could only grunt as I felt the tingle build and my orgasm begin. My pussy exploded and I collapsed on the couch. She leaned onto me, the whole length of the cock still inside me.

As my pussy continued to contract from my orgasm, she leaned onto me and said, “was that worth waiting until date night?”.

I said “Oh definitely” as she slowly pulled her cock from my pussy. I turned around and kissed her deeply.

“So, let’s go get a beer” she said.

“But what about you?” I asked, still eager to return the favor.

“Well, we have all weekend, how about I let you get some strength back first?” She grinned as she took my hand and lead me to the shower.

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Dr. Emory had called it a day at the tomb dig outside Sudan’s upper Nile Sulb Temple. It had been so hot that I had stripped down to a pair of cotton bush shorts for the afternoon. I was standing by the water buckets, ladling cool water over my head and letting it sluice down my body when I noticed Clint Winston, another of the archaeologists on the dig, and Dr. Emory’s personal assistant, eyeing me up and down. I registered that I’d have to be very careful with that one. If he had any inkling that I was having it on with the young Egyptian archaeologist, Mustafa, or with a strapping, very well endowed warrior of a local African tribe, he’d turn me in to Dr. Emory in an instant. And then I’d be flying home, my name erased from the archaeology team, just when we were close to opening the ancient Egyptian tomb.

I looked down my body and saw that my cock and balls were clearly discernible in the now-clingy and wet cotton shorts. I turned my back on Winston and the others and made post haste back to my tent.

We were all spent from the day’s work—so much so that we returned to our tents for a predinner siesta in the desert twilight. I was so exhausted when I entered my tent that I just stripped off the wet shorts, dried myself with a towel, and flopped down on my back on my cot and began to snore. Soon, other than various pitches of snoring, there wasn’t a sound to be heard across the camp.

As it turned out, however, Mustafa wasn’t as sleepy as everyone else. He slipped into my tent, opened his caftan, and spread his naked body on mine, belly to belly. His presence awakened me, but only just. As he deep-kissed me on the lips and then on the nipples, I instinctively reached down and positioned his hardened cock for him, and he slid into me. Neither of us was in much of a condition to do any vigorous lovemaking, and we’d been together for weeks now, so we just lay there, every part of us motionless except for our hips, as we languidly fucked.

I heard what sounded like a sharp intake of breath, and my eyes picked up on a slight movement beyond the gauze curtain covering my doorway. My eyes adjusted and I saw just half a face, but enough to know that Clint Winston was watching us from the shadows.

We were fucked in more than one way now, I thought. Well, Clinty, Baby, if you are going to have a tale to tell, let’s make a good one. I proceeded to turn the tail on Mustafa. With a new-found energy, I rolled him off of me and rolled with him so that now he was on his back and I was on top of him. His dick had slipped out of me, and I lifted him to his knees and skewered him now with my own cock, in one swift movement that caused him to cry out in passion and pain. Then I pushed his legs up into his belly and fucked him hard. When I was finished, I looked around at the doorway, and Clint was gone.

I didn’t tell Mustafa that Clint had been watching us that afternoon. I figured there was no reason for him to hear the tragic news that would end our careers any sooner than he had to. And I held my breath all the way through the silent communal dinner of the archaeologists, waiting for the clinking of silver on china and glasses on teeth to be replaced by an explosion from the stern Dr. Emory from the other end of the table.

But the explosion never came, and when my eyes went to Clint, I could see that his eyes were on me and that they clearly told me that he wanted me.

Clint rose from the dinner table early and said that he was going to take a walk over to the Sulb Ankara bayan escort Temple that was a good half mile up the Nile. Dr. Emory just grunted and plowed into a big piece of cake.

I rose and went to my tent for some supplies and then left the camp from a different route Clint had taken and walked quietly to the temple.

I found him sitting on the lowest step leading up to the temple, in the shadow of the stone banister at one side. He was crying silently and fingering his crotch.

“Here, maybe you’d like me to do that for you. Or, better yet, maybe you’d like to do mine,” I said in a low voice as I stepped out of the shadows very near him.

“What?” he exclaimed in surprise and fear as he lifted his eyes, trying to focus on me in the gloom. His hand had quickly pulled away from his crotch. “Les?”

“Yes, it’s me. Don’t raise your voice.” And then I moved in much closer to him, my own crotch at the level of his face.

“I saw you watching us this afternoon. Did you like what you saw?”

“Yes,” Clint answered in a small voice.

“Is that what you’d like too?”

“Yes,” the same small voice.

“I didn’t think you swung that way, Clint.”

“I didn’t know it either,” Clint answered. “At least I wasn’t sure until that night of the Mitsagusi tribe fertility dance three weeks ago. The nine men from that dance came to my tent that night, and they all had me, just like they’d been simulating in the dance. And I found that I loved having that done to me.”

“They visited me too,” I answered. They’d visited Mustafa as well, but I didn’t see any reason for Clint to know that.

“Their leader. That big bruiser named Bull,” Clint stuttered. “He still visits you, doesn’t he?”

“Yes,” I said, and I smiled.

“Oh.”

“But, do you want me to ‘visit’ you, Clint?” I asked in a low, hoarse voice.

“Yes.”

“Is that why you haven’t said anything to Dr. Emory about Mustafa and me?”

Silence. Clint was swallowing hard, evidently overcome at the edge he was walking here. I decided to force a decision. I unbuttoned my shorts and rolled out my big, half-hard cock.

“Look at this, Clint,” I said. “This can be yours. In both ends. Here, now, if you want it.”

Clint looked up and then he hungrily swallowed my cock. I was surprised that he seemed to know what to do with it, and it wasn’t long before he had me all heated up. I pulled him up to his feet. He was shaking so hard that I was afraid he would faint on me.

“Are you OK, Clint?” I asked.

“I . . . I . . . don’t know.”

“We could postpone this or cancel it altogether,” I said, now concerned if he really wanted to go through with it.

“No, no, please. I’ve thought about this for days. When I saw you and Mustafa this afternoon . . .”

He couldn’t go on, and I wasn’t sure he would be able to walk anywhere more convenient with me, so I just picked him up, one arm under his shoulders and the other one under his knees, and slowly walked up the stairs to the temple. The temple was essentially a double row of stone columns surrounded a square, stone-floored chamber, open to the sky. Lit torches arched out from columns at the four corners of the room, giving the chamber an eerie effect. The only object in the room was a large stone, heavily carved, three-foot-high altar in the center.

When I got to the altar, I laid Clint down on it and undressed him. He was a beautiful blond youth of no more than twenty. He had been considered somewhat Escort bayan Ankara of a child prodigy and had received his doctorate in archaeology at the tender age of eighteen. I had been left with the impression that he was all study and no play, but when I got his clothes off, I saw that he must have had good exercise, because his body, although lithe, was well-muscled. Not overly so, but enough to have posed for Michelangelo. His cock was small but was perfectly formed and was in proportion to his balls. Because we had been working under the African sun for nearly two months, his torso and legs halfway up his thigh were deeply tanned. His upper thighs and pelvis, and his nicely rounded butt cheeks, however, were a creamy white.

He lay on his back, breathing hard and trying to suppress his fearful whimpering, as I undressed. I fiddled around in a pocket to my shorts and came up with a small tube of lubricant and a condom packet and held these up for him to see.

“I came prepared, as you can see,” I said.

He answered with a nervous and uncertain laugh.

I then stood up to the altar at his feet, and slowly pulled him down to me by his calves and then his thighs. I opened his legs and positioned them on my shoulders, and then I stroked his inner thighs with my fingers, while my mouth dropped to his small cock.

His cock didn’t stay small for very long. His was one of those big expanders that went from shriveled to respectable with the proper attention. And I gave him the proper attention for a good ten minutes. I then sucked on his balls for a few minutes, which, regrettably, didn’t balloon as his cock had done.

I didn’t linger here for long but lowered my lips and tongue to his sweet puckered hole and moistened him up there. He was panting and moaning and giving little yips for me. These increased after I’d lubed up my fingers and began working at opening him up.

When I thought he was ready, I pushed his body back up to the middle of the flat altar top and came up below him, on my knees. His butt cheeks were resting on the tops of my thighs now, and our dicks were flopping against each other. He watched me, his eyes consumed with desire and trepidation, as I tore open the packet and rolled the condom on my cock. I positioned my cock head at his hole and just pulled him back into my belly, as slowly as need be for him to accommodate me. After I was in to the hilt, though, I pumped him with increasing vigor and ran my hands over his torso and twisted and pulled his nipples until they were rock hard and his head was arched back and he was yelling in ecstasy. After I had cum once and jacked him off with a hand job, I dispensed with the niceties and fucked him in several positions and from many different angles for the next half hour.

I was side-splitting him when I thought maybe I was overdoing it. I was hearing my heart beat. But then I realized it wasn’t my heart that was beating. It was African drums. The chamber was flooded with the nine Mitsagusi youth dancers from the Dance of Ravishing several weeks before. The group that, separately and individually, had already had Clint and me the night of this ceremony. The drum beat got louder and the rhythm got more insistent. The dancers were swirling around the altar. As on the night of the dance, they were clad only in woven belts under their pecs, biceps and knees, with leather strips twirling off them as the dancer moved, and their dicks were erect and greased up with that marvelous pulp of the fruit Bayan escort Ankara of the agwallah bush that provided endurance and nearly painless lubrication.

While I was finishing off Clint, they danced around us, but when they saw Clint gasp and lurch and me spasm my hips in ejaculation, they pulled us apart. The Bull of the Mitsagusi was on the altar with me now. I was pushed down on my belly, my hands were tied to the horns at the corner of the altar, and the Bull was astride me with my hips between his knees. I was confused and was about to point out that I didn’t need to be restrained for the Bull to fuck me. He had been regularly fucking me for weeks. But then I realized that the other eight Mitsagusi youths did not realize that the Bull had been drawn to me and was visiting me.

I felt the Bull rise up and rear his hips back and then he plunged into my ass with that giant dick of his and plowed me to the end in one stroke. My hips lifted up off the stone and I screamed in surprise and pain regardless of the protecting agwallah pulp lathering his tool. He was lifting his arms out above his shoulders now. He threw his face up and chanting something to the heavens, while he fucked me in long strokes that had him pull all the way out of me and then thrust all the way back in to the hilt. At first, I didn’t know if I’d be able to take this, but after ten minutes of it, I was loving it, and after twenty minutes of it, I didn’t want him ever to stop.

I looked over to the side at one point and saw that five of the dancers were manhandling Clint, who had his hands tied behind his back with a leather thong. They had him upright but off the ground. Two dancers were holding his legs straight out from his waist, and he was being double fucked, one dancer servicing him from behind and the other one from in front. The fifth dancer was somehow hanging from an adjacent column and was holding Clint’s jaw in his hand, and facing fucking him with a thick, pulp-smeared cock.

The remaining three dancers were entwined and writhing in one pile on the floor by the altar, no doubt finding their own ways to amuse themselves. All dancers who didn’t have their mouths full were chanting the Bull’s chant.

As Bull was flooding me with his spasms of cum, he raised his voice in a shout of domination and virile victory that just suddenly stopped. The chanting stopped at that instant as well, as did the drum beats. All four torches were extinguished, and the Bull and his tribe melted away into the darkness.

I came off the altar and felt around in the dark. Clint was balled up in heap next to a column.

“Are you OK, Clint?” I asked, wondering if he had been damaged.

“They did things they hadn’t done to me before,” Clint said in a gurgly voice. “It was awesome. I feel totally fucked now.”

“Well, OK, party boy,” I said, as I helped him struggle to his feet. “Let’s see if we can find our way back to camp.

We kissed in the shadows at the edge of the camp and Clint told me how much he’d enjoyed being fucked by me, and then we softly entered camp from two different directions.

The Bull was waiting for me in my tent, and he fucked me again that night in the light from a single candle on the floor of African earth beside my cot, this time in the more tender way we had become accustomed to in the last three weeks. This time he took me from the front, mimicking the opening position I had used on Clint that evening, and played with my nipples and balls. And, for the first time, lowering his lips to mine, he let me show him how dueling tongues can enhance the pleasure of churning master black cock and hips. Still, after all these weeks, we couldn’t communicate with each other except in the language of the great fuck.

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She is everything I want in a woman, beautiful, smart, funny, the whole package. After another successful cooking class date we end up at her house, into master bedroom, her lights are dimmed, her room is black and white themed. White plush rug, black accent wall housing a sensual picture of her naked body above her bed, black and white comforter. Her king bed sized bed calls my name but she has other plans for us, she leads into her bathroom and runs a bath while lighting candles. She pours in peach bubble bath, turns around give me a look of pure lust she grabs my waist and pulls me towards her, she slowly kisses down my neck and back up, across my jawline then gives me a panty dropping kiss.

My panties are literally on the floor, and my dress and bra are over my head. “I cant wait to taste you, baby,” she says softly. She steps back to allow me to undress her, I slowly raise her shirt and unclasp her bra, unbutton her zipper and pulls her soaked panties down. She smells like all woman, and Im craving her juices. We enter the claw footed bath tub my back to her front, and relax. Her hands lightly skims my breasts and stomach before finding their final destination in between my legs, her slender fingers spread and massage my outer labia and her thumb massages my clit. Moans erupt from me, and I start to quiver Mersin Escort from her expert touch.

My hand grabs her wrist guiding her into my pussy, where she slips in three fingers, stretching me for later. She stays completely silent, my moans, nonsense words and heavy breathing are the only sounds echoing in the room. I explode into the water as she kisses my neck. We stand and shower off, she leads me to the bed and motions for me to lay down. She gets on her phone and texts someone looks stunning, her wet honey brown skin glistening, heavy breasts swaying with every move, her thick thighs, hiding the treasure I cant wait to uncover, her lip biting distracts me more, and I get wet all over again, her scent clouds my senses and I spread my legs in anticipation.

She’s giving me “that” look again and she gives me that little half smile. The doorbell rings, she puts on a robe and goes to answer it, I lay on the bed soaked craving her touch.

She comes back completely naked with a guest, I quickly scramble to cover up but it’s too late she’s seen my body, “baby, this is Helen, an old friend.” She’s turned the lights brighter, sits by me and I immediately see a gorgeous, seasoned woman with long salt and pepper flowing hair. Her dark brown skin glows in the light, slender but toned body, her sharp Escort Mersin hazel eyes pierce thru mine. Her black pant suit makes her even more intimidating, cleavage pops out under her crisp white blouse. She’s examining me, “remove the covers,” she demands and I oblige, revealing my body, her eyes takes in every detail of my body, I look over and see T rubbing her soaked pussy and grabbing her breasts.

Helen sits in a nearby chair, spreads her legs, “T, I want you to lay on your back facing your closet with your hands above your head and your legs spread as wide as you can,” she commands and T obediently does as told. She looks at me and says, “Eat.” I taste T like a starving cat, lick and slurp her pussy, while she grips the edge of the bed and groans. I lick every surface of her pussy, suck her clit, swallow every drop of cum that leaks of her. I look up to see Helen with her hands in her pants, watching me intently while she massages her pussy. Soft moans, and the sound of sloshing, forcing me to cum. T follows right behind, Helen stands, unbuttons her blouse revealing a navy blue lace bra, her modest sized breasts drop down like 10 pound weights. I continue to feast on my woman, as Helen unzips her pants and steps out of her matching lace underwear.

Helen grabs my hair pulls me up until my soaking Mersin Bayan Escort wet pussy is inches over T’s waiting mouth. I slowly lower myself as she says, “suck,” and I suck her breasts greedily as if I cant get enough. She’s staring down at me, while rubbing her wet folds, I suck each breasts thoroughly, loud moans erupting from her throat, my pussy tightens and opens up as T’s tongue is sliding in and own catching every drop of juice I have. Im about to cum but She stops me, She moves me and I lay on my back waiting for her next command.

She looks at T and says, “make her scream,” as T grabs a 6 inch strap and secures around her hips she spreads my legs and gently slides the head into me. I grip the sheets and hoarsely moan. Helen climbs on the bed and directs her legs on either side of my head and lowers her hot, dripping pussy over my mouth, I slurp every drop and swallow waiting for the flood gates to open. She slowly rides my face, T speeds up and Helen pulls my legs back giving T unlimited access into my pussy. I start to scream as T cums, and Helen’s drops a full load of cum down my throat, then she squirts giving me something to wash it down with. She dismounts my face and gives me a towel to wipe my face, I bite down on the towel as Im about to cum, I scream Helen’s name as my lower body explodes. T looks shocked but amused. Helen smirks and goes to shower, T continues to stroke me, and kisses me deeply. After her shower Helen grabs her things to leave. She winks at me on her way out. She’s everything I want in a woman.

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