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Chapter 12

I awoke just a bit hungover, of course, on the hideaway bed, and I wasn’t alone. It took me a moment to realize who it was next to me, and … it was Natalie! I shook myself a bit, especially as I discovered that I was naked and my hard cock had been pressed against her butt-crack. I started to get up, a bit panicked at the realization that I might have committed incest, but all that got me was a hand from the other side, pulling me onto the bed. I looked at the hand and it was a lovely caramel color, one that definitely didn’t match the pale, freckled skin of my twin sister. I turned around and saw the sweet smile of my girlfriend, Bianca Giordano, who was half-Italian, half-Puerto Rican, and all woman. I heard a slight grumble and looked over the other side of Natalie, where Aaron Palmer, her beau, was entangled with her.

“What … the fuck? What happened last night? We’re all naked and… ,” I commented as I remembered now the three wagers between us … and some other activities of a risque nature.

“Look, stud muffin, you fucked me last night, and you did great. Natalie did her old man here. There was no cheating or swinging … yet. There was no incest. There was a lot of drunken, naked cuddling, snuggling, and feeling each other up, though. Not to mention the kissing. Damn, it was terrific! Like it or not, we’ve crossed some … thresholds and do we really want to turn back now? You kissed your sister, papi. Right smack on the mouth. I kissed her boyfriend. It was pretty damn nice, if you ask me. We agreed to live together and we agreed to keep getting frisky with each other. You’re not gonna welsh, are you?” Bianca encouraged me to keep things going the direction that they were.

“Yeah, bro, it was pretty sweet! I’m going to love being able to make out with you and fondle you, maybe even masturbate you, whatever else happens. Face it, whatever we end up doing or doing, some things at minimum are going to happen. We’re all going to be a bit more touchy feely than others would be in this situation. I refuse to go back to kissing you lightly and chastely, on the cheek and all that bullshit. I want the right to plant a lip lock on my brother’s mouth whenever I wish. I love being able to cuddle naked with you and wake up with that hard, thick, big-ass cock of yours right at my booty. Damn, that feels great! Face it, baby … you love this!” Natalie called me “baby” without even thinking twice about it.

“And, hey, I enjoyed kissing your girlfriend … and watching you kiss mine. Hell, the only thing that didn’t happen in a kissing sense that I would have enjoyed was your girlfriend kissing mine … your sister. I, for one, definitely like what we’ve been doing. It’s got me horny as hell, but that’s just how things are. Right now, if Natalie wanted to mess around with Bianca, I’d give my blessing in a heartbeat,” Aaron confessed aloud his full-hearted approval of things.

“Be careful what you wish for,” Bianca told him before suddenly leaning over me to aggressively land a French kiss on Natalie that made my sister seriously blush.

“Holy smokes … you’re making out!” Aaron blurted with absolute, voyeuristic excitement.

“Okay, so kissing is kosher, at least among the couples, between Bianca and Aaron, between Natalie and me, and between Bianca and Natalie. We’re all agreed there, I think. Making out is okay. Snuggling, cuddling, spooning, all fine and dandy. Nudity. Showering in front of each other. Mooning each other. Changing in front of each other. Feeling each other up. Fucking in front of each other. Right?” I clarified for the record, my cell phone now in hand, recording us all in our pact.

“And mutual masturbation … right? Including handjobs, clit play, and ass play,” Natalie chimed in, much to my shock, though it shouldn’t have been.

“Fine with me. What about dry humping? I’d love to see that included, especially on mornings like this, when someone wakes up with his dick lodged in someone else’s crack?” Bianca proposed.

“Dry humping is cool with me for sure. I’d love to do that to you, Bianca. What about breast play. Adult nursing, that sort of thing?” Aaron dared to get bold and push the envelope.

“Well, that’s still being wagered, so let’s hold off for now. Sorry, Aaron. We do need some new ground to cover, some challenges, and well, it wouldn’t fair to your girlfriend, at least not yet,” Bianca reminded him, but she added, “Now, if you want to play with my tits, that’s fine. Fondle them. That sort of thing. That reminds me, though. I’ve already gotten my way in that one bet. I should just replace that prize with another. How about … if I win, I get to scissor you? Trib you? No toys, of course. That would be too … penetrative. Just tribadism. Still keeping to something called outercourse, not intercourse,” Bianca offered Natalie, who to my amazement jumped at the deal.

“Oh, I love it! I almost want to lose now! Almost!” Natalie exclaimed.

“Not too late to forfeit, you know!” Bianca izmit rus escort teased her a bit, making her blush.

“Nope, gotta earn your fun fair and square, missy!” Natalie winked at her before giving her another passionate tongue kiss.

“So, whatever else happens, there will be more intimacy between my girlfriend and yours!” Aaron waxed giddy, even as he got up at last and ran to the bathroom.

“Poor guy … he wants some lezzie stuff to happen almost as much as you two do!” I laughed, but then admitted, “though to be fair, so do I.”

“But nothing until the issue is decided, of course,” Bianca reminded me, groping my ass with glee.

“Yes, of course. As hard as it will be to wait, we must and we shall, to find out who gets their way,” Natalie concurred while now taking full advantage of her new right to begin stroking my cock, “come on, honey … you’ve got morning wood. You now have dry humping rights to this booty, and that you’ll never lose, regardless of the bet, I promise you. Do it … dry hump me!”

“If you’ll excuse me, your boyfriend is probably jacking off now and needs a helping hand,” Bianca recalled and Natalie playfully swatted her booty as she ran off to give Aaron a handjob.

The next thing that I knew, I actively dry humped Natalie, making my sister as wet as possible, which absolutely got her panting, moaning, and even screaming after a short time. That, of course, was when Mom chose to call us, and I had to keep a hand over Natalie’s mouth as I drove her past the point of no return. The trouble was that my concentration slipped right then, and … so did my cock. My dick did the most natural thing in the world, as I talked to my mother. It simply slid inside my sister’s very slippery passage and began fucking her before I caught myself. I started to pull out, but Natalie was so desperately close to an orgasm that she didn’t want anything that might hold her back, so she tightened her pussy on my prick and wouldn’t let me slip out of her slick and juicy twat.

It was just after Mom hung up that Natalie let out a scream that brought both Bianca and Aaron out of the bathroom, letting them catch us in the act of cheating. Instead of getting furious, as some might, since we hadn’t agreed on full-blown intercourse, the two of them simply fell into bed next to us and started fucking as well. It was just as if some kind of animal instinct had taken over both couples and we swapped partners completely this once. Aaron, stiff as could be, easily entered Bianca from below and she bounced eagerly on his dick as her tits swayed back and forth above him.

It was far too intense an act of intercourse on both sides to hold back too long. Sure enough, Aaron actually came first from the sight of his girlfriend, my own sister, being taken by me. Bianca creamed herself immediately afterward, by her own admission triggered by the combination of another man’s cum inside her and the scene of incestuous passion right beside her. I was unable to hold back myself, due to the way that Natalie clenched my cock, and at last Natalie herself came a second time. This time, evidently, it was due to knowing that I could have knocked her up. Something about possibly getting pregnant to her own brother overwhelmed her with lust.

“Oh, God … we just went full swap, no stop, just go, didn’t we?” I chuckled with some embarrassment, breaking the ice after we slumped in silence, all four of us.

“Hell, yeah, and it was … phenomenal. I’m not going to lie, bro. It was some of the best sex that I’ve ever had. Something about committing incest, especially in front of our lovers, and also while I was on the phone with Mom … sweet! I loved every last, steamy second of it! Please, bro … I know that you might have second thoughts about this, but for the love of God, please don’t make us go back to monogamy, even in part! I know that it’s the incest part that gives you pause, because it gave me pause last night … I was wrong, though. So fucking wrong! Aaron and Bianca were right about this. Come on, let’s just all four grant each other our blessing to swap with each other.

“I want this so badly to happen. The four of us can have fantastic, overlapping relationships. You and Bianca. You and me. Aaron and Bianca. Aaron and me. Bianca and me. That’s five distinct relationships co-existing and feeding the flames of love and lust, of jealousy and compersion, of exhibitionism and voyeurism. Imagine how closely we’ll bond if none of us are entirely sure of paternity and we all just raise the kids together as a quad, as a family. None of us would have to spend too much time alone. We were all heading this direction, anyway,” Natalie proposed, kissing each of us fiercely to reinforce her point.

“Not having to worry about cheating as much, or of chasing women and striking out,” Aaron added his two cents.

“Not having to worry about the ongoing sexual tension between my boyfriend and his sister. I’ll already know … and izmit escort enjoy that knowledge, that my boyfriend’s bond with his twin is very intimate in every sense of the word. It’s one of the most sensual things that I’ve ever seen in my life, honey. Please … for your sake, mine, and theirs … Please, Nathan. Please agree to this. The four of us, together, for life. Doing whatever we wish with each other, whenever we please,” Bianca urged me, her pouty lips only making things worse.

“Well, I don’t mind the idea of having two women in my life and never having to wear a rubber again,” I grinned as I kissed both ladies and they visibly relaxed … as did Aaron.

“Face it, we basically became lovers, the four of us, when we started kissing and groping each other, anyway. It was just time to consummate those relationships, right?” Aaron, being the paralegal that he was, made a very good point and earned a kiss from both ladies for it.

“So … we’re lovers. The four of us. Wait, that doesn’t mean that Aaron and I are … lovers, does it?” I wondered aloud.

“Well, if the bets are still on and I win his mouth, he will be sucking your dick now and then,” Bianca grinned devilishly, but I didn’t think that she was kidding.

“I’d do it. I’d suck his cock for domestic harmony. I mean, I got a good thing here. I don’t want to fuck it up by acting too macho to suck my brother-in-law’s cock,” Aaron blushed as he confessed what he would to preserve his new favorite love nest.

“Well, well, now that’s a nice, sexy image! My boyfriend sucking my brother’s dick! Dare to put your money where your mouth is and do it now? Suck Nathan’s cock right in front of us all?” Natalie egged him on, Bianca soon joining in, as Aaron surprised us by readily going down on his knees and opening his mouth to lick and suck my prick.

I really couldn’t believe that Aaron was doing this, but sure enough, my goofball of a sister’s boyfriend was now giving me surprisingly good head. I wasn’t sure why he was so eager until I noticed how much he enjoyed the licking part especially … he loved the taste of his girlfriend on my cock. I didn’t particularly find him attractive, but I had to admit that he was very good at blowjobs at least. It might be a nice way to get relief once in a blue moon. It still wasn’t as good as having Natalie’s or Bianca’s lips wrapped around my dick, though, and when my girlfriend joined him on her knees to add her lovely mouth to the equation, I was much happier about it all. When Natalie put her own tongue into action, I became very hard indeed.

“Like having three people suck your cock at once, papi?” Bianca winked at me as they also worked on my balls with their mouths to enhance the pleasure, making me rather stiff for all three of them.

“Oh, God, yes … ready to fuck?” I asked my girlfriend, who jumped at the chance, clearly wanting to have the experience of my dick straight from my sister’s twat.

Before anyone could think or plan, Aaron was underneath my sister, while I slammed into Bianca, my cock more than doing her justice as part of this swap. The fact that I had been screwing my own sister and was now balls deep inside my girlfriend, who still had my sister’s boyfriend’s cum in her cunt … it was exhilarating to me as well as others. Evidently, we all shared a fondness for sloppy seconds. Of course, Aaron still preferred the cowgirl position while I favored doggy-style, but we all liked to switch things around now and then, as it turned out.

“Oh … fuck, papi … I love it when you take me like this! You like me nice and sloppy, honey?” Bianca only encouraged my kinks, as Natalie did for Aaron, of course.

We kept it up for several more minutes when Natalie suggested, “Let’s go missionary for a bit and swap back and forth. It could make things even hotter, don’t you think?”

Bianca agreed quickly, too, “Come on, guys … I love this idea! Two or three strokes in me, two or three in her, back and forth, until all four of us come!”

It sounded like a nice way to mix things up, and Aaron predictably went along with whatever Natalie liked. It wasn’t much longer before I was buried deep inside Natalie’s twat from the front, her tongue invading my mouth while my dick claimed her pussy. Aaron was back inside Bianca and they kept it steamy as well, her mouth on his as his prick plunged deeper into her twat. We swapped again and I felt Bianca’s slippery slit on my cock again, much to her enjoyment as well as mine. Then we swapped yet again and I felt the soft, wet, warmth of Natalie around my dick once more.

“Think that we should still do the bets?” I asked Natalie as I pumped deeper inside her on my latest thrust.

“Oh, no, mister, I’m not letting you off the hook, bro! One way or the other, either you or I are going to take each other’s anal cherry! I love the bets!” Natalie looked up at me with brazen lust, “Whoever wins, we’re all going to do wild, nasty, kinky things to each other for the rest of our lives, kocaeli escort so it’s win-win, right?”

I erupted inside Natalie right then and she creamed herself on me while her legs rested on my shoulders. Aaron shot off his load in a hurry, too, while Bianca’s toes curled in response to the reminder of the bets. We all slumped into a tangled heap of bodies, our flesh sweaty as we collapsed and enjoyed the caress of each other’s skin. We kissed each other repeatedly as we lay together on the hideaway bed, slipping under the covers for some snuggling and groping as well.

“So, the other bets are on as well, right?” Aaron asked Bianca.

“Sure, right? Back me up here, folks,” Bianca answered him.

“Yeah, except that now the tribbing is a foregone conclusion, so once again, we should alter our lesbian bet here,” Natalie winked at my girlfriend while playing a bit with her navel.

“You’re almost certainly right, babe. In which case, what would you propose that I take in lieu of tribbing?” Bianca continued their pillow talk for a second as if we guys weren’t even present.

“Whatever you wish, of course,” Natalie assured her.

“Okay, then. If I win, you’ll still do things with my tits, but as I wish, and what I wish is to use your mouth to drain my tits whenever they get full of breast milk and such. Either way, there’s breast play, but at least if I win, I direct it. If you win, you do. Plain and simple,” Bianca insisted.

“Done! Either way, it’s going to be sweet. Literally. I bet that your breasts will make some very nice milk, babe,” Natalie winked at her, even as we all began thinking of food and our stomachs growled.

“Breakfast, anyone? And if so, where?” I took charge now and they all grinned at me as if I were a full-course meal.

“Hey, now, that doesn’t count!” I protested.

“I know, but someday I would like to try using your cum as a protein shake!” Bianca confessed to me with a wink.

“Me, too, honey! Yum, yum!” Natalie spoke up and licked her lips lasciviously.

“Well, for now, would you settle for some flapjacks?” I teased her.

“I know that I would, but some bacon and eggs would help,” Aaron interjected.

“How about some plantains, too? I know how to cook them just right … Trust me, they’re not your mama’s bananas!” Bianca proposed.

“Works for me,” I chuckled, as we all got up and started for the kitchen…

I couldn’t help but think … just wait until we get our own damn place. This wouldn’t have to wait for Mom and Dad to go away for a while, would it? I could definitely get used to nights like the night before and mornings like this now and then … Yeah, this would be very nice, especially as the way that the ladies and Aaron treated me made it apparent that I was very popular and would likely rule the roost. Having a subbie girlfriend and a switch sister definitely paid off, especially if the sister’s boyfriend was submissive, too. Yeah, this would be the life…

Chapter 13

I wasn’t completely sure who was on the other end of the glory hole, of course, but I had to admit that I would be happy either way. The way that things had worked out, we had all opted for the glory holes, with the idea that some of us would top and be on one side of the holes, while the others would bottom on the opposite end. Team Top and Team Bottom, I called it, and the guys and gals all liked that plan. What I didn’t and couldn’t know for sure was whether any outsiders were active or involved, and that variable made things even more exciting for us.

In any case, I found my cock far inside the lucky woman on the other side, and I could definitely tell that I was inside her twat. Nor did she exactly resist my overtures as we screwed like mad, my hips cooperating well with hers as I pumped in and out of her. I was still in considerable doubt as to her identity, but as I kept humping her, there was no doubt that she relished the action. I was also glad that she was willing to take it bareback, risk or no risk, due to the simple fantasy of breeding this complete stranger with my seed. I could tell that was part of the appeal as well for her, and this intensified the sex as we continued screwing through the hole.

Her pussy was wet as could be, too, as I slid in and out of her wonderful cunt, taking her warm snatch with considerable vigor, even for me. She felt like Heaven on my dick. I was already a well-satisfied man from the delights of my harem, which had only grown from the couple and ex-girlfriend who helped begin it, but this only added to my joy. I continued to pump inside the stranger for several minutes, sweating as I tried to hold back. It was a hopeless fight, especially when she tightened up on me and heated things up even more. At last, I spilled my spunk inside the unknown woman’s … brown pussy, which I now noticed as I withdrew from her.

Having finished up for the moment at least, I pulled up my pants and headed to the men’s room, where I heard footsteps behind me. As I pissed, I felt hands on my ass, fondling my buns with undisguised desire for them. I washed my hands and as soon as I turned my head to see who it was, I saw Brit, who gave me a fierce kiss on the lips, even as she winked mischievously.

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I staggered through the door and collapsed onto the sofa after a long day. I looked in the mirror and saw myself as I started the day-the same pale skin, the same long ginger hair, the same hoodie and miniskirt-but I felt like crap. I reached for the TV remote when I heard a noise from upstairs and steps thundering down them.

My brother, Josh, poked his head into the room and followed with the rest of his body. I saw that he was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans which matched mine.

“How you doing, Sophie?” he asked, smiling at me in a way that could not have been good.

“Why do you even care?” I asked him coldly.

“Because of what you did last night, sis.” he replied, causing fear to bubble in my stomach.

“Why? What did I do last night?” I asked, trying to keep the dread from my voice.

“You don’t remember?” He asked me, still grinning “You got absolutely sloshed is what happened. You came charging into my room at something like 1am and jumped on the bed like crazy, waking me up. Then you started dancing and posing for me, in your tank top and short skirt. I even have the photos here…” he told me, getting his phone out.

He cycled through the images until he found the ones he was looking for, and my jaw dropped in horror. There was picture after picture of me dancing and posing for the camera, one in particular (which Josh claimed was his favorite) was of me spreading my buttcheeks and looking back while grinning like a monkey at the camera.

Dread filled my heart as I asked Josh a question: “Brother, y-y-you haven’t p-put those photos o-onl-line…have you?”

This question caused Josh to grin even more broadly: “Well, that depends on you, sis. I’ll promise not to put the photos online-but you’ll have to do something for me in return.” he said in a triumphant way.

“What do you mean?” I asked, confused.

Josh continued in his triumphant voice: “Well, you were my little slut last night-but all that happened escort izmit was I took photos. I want that to change today, from now on, you’re my slave. That means you do as I say and follow my rules, but while mom and dad are here you will act completely normal. Rule one: you are no longer allowed to wear underwear at home, now turn around and bend over. I want to see that nice ass while I talk to you.”

The words that came out of Josh’s mouth disgusted me-his slave? Me? But I didn’t have any say in the matter-I turned around, bent over the sofa, and slid my panties down my legs.

“Thats a better view” Josh commented “Rule two: you must not tell anyone about our little deal, understand?”

I wanted to turn around and punch him in the face, but instead, I said “Yes, sir.”

“Rule three: you must do whatever I ask without any hesitation whatsoever, understand?”

“Yes, sir” I replied, disgusted with myself for getting into that mess at all.

I felt a hand slap my buttcheek and a single tear leaked from my eye. Josh felt my buttcheek and started talking to me: “Nice, very nice. I’ve been longing to do that since last night, sis. You know, I’ve always had a thing for you, but I never did anything because I knew how you’d react. But now-” he pinched my nipples, causing another tear to leak from my eye “-now I can do whatever I like with you, my little slut.” He said, slapping my face.

“Take off your hoodie.” he told me, knowing I’d have to obey. I unzipped the hoodie and slid it down my arms: “the shirt, too” I slid my shirt off over my head, revealing my bare breasts “You don’t wear a bra. Interesting…” Josh commented.

I felt Josh’s finger brush my exposed pussy and I hoped he didn’t notice me shiver with pleasure, but-“So, you enjoy that?” He asked, before penetrating my pussy with two of his fingers, causing me to shake slightly, he started moving his fingers inside my pussy, before he pulled them out and put them to my mouth: “Suck them, slut.” izmit escort

I sucked his fingers, not being able to object, and he asked me a sarcastic question: “You like the taste of your pussy juices? Or do you like sucking my fingers?” I felt his other hand start to tease my asshole, but he didn’t put his finger in “No.” he told himself “I can save that for next time…” He took his fingers out of my mouth and gave me another command “Kneel, slut.”

I did as he told me, I knew what he was going to do, what was going to happen to me-and sure enough he stood in front of me and took his shirt off, then undid the belt on his jeans. His jeans fell to the floor and he stood in front of me with a bulge in his boxers. “Take it out, slut.” he told me, and I slid his boxers off, causing his 8.5 inch dick to slap the cheek of my open jaw, noticing my look of surprise, he smiled and informed me “That’s right, sis. Your brother has a big dick. You know what to do.”

I did know what to do, and with a sudden thought that I might actually enjoy it, I started stroking my brothers dick. After a few seconds, I started licking the tip, causing him to sigh slightly. I moved my head down lower and put the head of his dick in my mouth, still massaging it with my tongue. “Oh…Sophie…” Josh moaned, in response I moved my head down lower his dick and started moving my tongue in circles around his cock. To my suprise I actually found I like the taste his dick left in my mouth, moved down further and couldn’t go anymore, but my tongue was circling it like crazy.

“Why do I like this so much?” I thought to myself “I should be feeling disgusted, but I feel…pure.”

“That’s enough of that.” Josh told me, and I took his dick out of my warm, wet mouth, still stroking it. Josh pulled a condom out of his pocket and took the packing off before rolling it down his 8.5-inch rock hard erection. “Lie down, Sophie. I’ll do the work this time.” He told me, grinning again at izmit kendi evi olan escort my panting in anticipation. I lied down on the floor and felt his dick brush the top of my pussy, making it leak slightly with wetness, he rubbed his erection over my cunt, before penetrating it with his cock and sliding it all the way in.

I felt pain, but with pain came pleasure-a lot of pleasure. I shook violently as he filled my pussy with his throbbing dick and screamed in pleasure, tears leaking from my eyes-tears of happiness. I panted slightly as he started to fuck my dripping wet cunt deep and slow.

“Oh, Joshua…its so big…” I breathed at him, in response, he grabbed one of my boobs and started fucking my pussy faster, harder. I panted harder and moaned more as his dick filled my dripping pussy again and again, getting faster with each push. “Oh, let me cum, brother!” I cried “Please let me cum!

“Yes, cum Sophie! Cum all over my dick!” He told me, and I screamed loudly and shook uncontrollably as I came all over the dick fucking my pussy. “That’s it, Sophie. Good girl!”

Joshua told me, starting to pant himself.

He kept fucking my cunt for another minute and sighed “Oh, you’re going to make me cum!” then he pulled out and whipped off the condom-“Sit up.” he commanded me, stroking himself. I did as he says and saw his big cock explode his load all over my face and boobs.

Joshua fell back onto the sofa, panting and I tasted a bit of his cum “Delicious.” I commented, before joining Josh on the sofa.

We lied there for about a minute and Joshua told me “Sophie, that was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time.”

“You know what, brother?” I said back “Post those photos online if you want-as long as we get to fuck whenever you want.”

“Oh, right the photos…” Josh said, going through his pocket and grabbing his phone. He went through the photos, and started deleting them, except for his “favorite” one. “You know what, sister? You were such a good fuck, I’ll let you make the decisions about it from now on.” He told me, smiling.

I replied “Well brother, this could be the start of a brilliant friends-with-benefits-ship.” We smiled at each other. “A very good one indeed…”

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About Alexis:

Alexis is a twenty-three year old senior law student of mine, studying trial advocacy. She was also an outstanding member of the law school’s mock trial advocacy team, which I coached. We came into contact with each other way too much. I kept having this feeling that she was hanging around me more than necessary, dropping by my office to ask odd questions or just to chat. She was incredibly bright, a gifted student who hardly had to study to make top ten-per-cent grades. She was also a very lovely lady, tall, statuesque, large breasts, narrow waist, and a long mane of blond hair. Her blue eyes sparkled and she had a ready smile with perfect white teeth.

Her only flaw was a rather serious scar from the bridge of her nose down almost to her lip. The scar was from an automobile accident when some twit pulled out in front of Alexis, driving her into the on coming truck in the opposite lane. The settlement paid for her three years of law school and a small stock portfolio. She lived at home with her mom and dad while she was in law school. They had a close and loving family.

Alexis was a dream come true to me, I was deeply involved in a middle-aged crisis. Thinking about how I would never have the luscious young things that I taught was depressing. But, I loved my wife of thirty years and she needed me. Also, Alexis loved her boyfriend, a very nice and highly motivated MBA type who played a lot of tennis. They planned on getting married some day after their careers had gotten launched.

Our relationship began with a few hugs after a trial competition, but soon developed into much more when I screwed up enough courage to actually kiss her, after which she said, “Oh, my God, I can’t believe I kissed a married man.” Things progressed rather quickly from there, with me soon discovering that she was still a virgin and that so was her boyfriend. They planned to stay that way until their marriage. That sort of thing confuses me, so I just took it for what it was worth and played by her rules. I was delighted to discover that those rules allowed oral sex, something she absolutely adored, both giving and receiving.

Our relationship had to be very secret, for ourselves, our loved ones, as well as the law school, which frowned upon such things. We would meet in my private office where we would indulge each other’s interests. She had the most incredible gift for giving oral sex. She made me feel as if she actually worshiped my cock.

The Story:

Alexis and I finally have an opportunity to spend some time alone together. My daughter has gone back to school and my wife is spending a few days with her sister in Denver. I have been left to my own devices. For various reasons, her family and boyfriend are also off in different directions.

We have been separated by coincidence on too many occasions these past weeks, so close, but never actually meeting, never actually having a private moment. That has built up a level of frustration that has fueled our emotional and sexual desires. We have built up the expectation of meeting that has been dashed at the very last minute, over and over again. Patience has been tried. Nerves are raw with anticipation I must have her in my arms again. I must be able to talk to her face to face, without the company of others.

Tonight we are free. She will come to my house where I will do my best to seduce her. She knows this; she expects this; she wants this. I want her as I have never wanted anyone before. I want her, not just sexually, but as a woman to be near, to talk to, to share things together.

She comes dressed in a little black dress, a string of pearls and little else. She looks divine as she enters, her eyes brightly shining. Her smile broad, happy and a touch mischievous. After a moment, we fall together into each other’s arms. Our lips meet, hungry for each other, wanting to taste each other. Her breasts are hard against my chest, my cock is hard against her.

At last, she is in my arms. It feels so good to hold her close to me. I kiss her eyelids and gently lick them with my tongue. With that, I take the blindfold from my pocket and place it over her eyes. She is delighted with this unexpected turn of events.

Alexis has this wonderful streak of playful innocent sexuality. Her approach to sex and pleasure is open and natural. When I ask her what she likes, she always says, straightforwardly, “Everything”. I want to please her; I want to make her feel the intense pleasure that her body can deliver.

It has always confused, but delighted, me that escort izmit she is a virgin. I could not understand how someone with such intense sexual desires and feelings could have resisted the natural result of those desires. However, I am truly delighted by this. It cloaks her with an aura of such innocence; there is nothing dirty or crude about her feelings and desires. That is why I go to such lengths to avoid the use of crude slang when I talk or write to or about her. To talk about a “blowjob” would degrade the sincere loving care with which she takes me into her mouth.

With great care and deliberateness, I slowly remove all of her clothes. Alexis is naked before me. I admire her body. I love it. I want to possess it with my hands and mouth and tongue and heart.

Then, blindfolded and groping, she undresses me. She kneels before me and after some fumbling, my pants drop to the floor and are kicked away. That is followed by my boxers; I stand before her naked and hard. She cannot see, but she knows I am waiting for her.

Her hands caress and tickle my legs and butt and lower abdomen, without touching my cock. Then she takes me in both hands, stroking the smooth, soft hardness, feeling the urgency. Alexis takes me into her mouth, a little at first, then I am sucked completely into her. Her hands are busy caressing my balls and tickling the crease between the cheeks of my butt and the insides of my thighs. My legs tremble and quake as I fall down onto the couch; I am so consumed with passion that I cannot stand. These feelings are impossible to describe. So intense, so consuming, as she takes me in and out of her mouth.

Alexis is in complete control of me. Even with her blindfold, she is directing my emotions. She draws this out, knowing I am helpless in her mouth and hands. It is slow, but builds in intensity, ending in a climax that has no equal. Afterwards, she continues to suck on me, kiss me and stroke me. She does this with such loving care and attention. It never feels that she is just rushing to complete an unpleasant task. She really enjoys bringing me such joy this way. It feels so good that I may get hard again. She smiles and rests her head in my lap.

It is now time for me to thank her for the intensely sexual experience she has just given me, like some precious gift that has no concrete presence, but still exists in my mind. I pull her to her feet. I am sitting on the couch as she stands proudly and blindfolded before me. My hands cannot leave her body, her legs, her butt, her breasts. My lips take in one nipple as my fingers pinch the other. Her nipples are hard as I bite and suck them. Her knees become weak and she moans. My mouth lowers to her pussy; it is naked before me.

Alexis is a naughty girl. She has not shaved in a few days and there is a stubble on her pussy. She will have to be punished for this. This is a silly game we play. She likes being blindfolded and tied up. She likes it a lot. On the table there is a thick red velvet ribbon. I tie her hands behind her back. As I stand behind her back, her hands hold my cock. I instruct her that she must hold my cock in her hands whenever I am behind her, or she will be punished even more, perhaps even spanked.

For the fun of it, I force her to walk through the house, naked, blindfolded and hands tied behind her, holding my now erect penis. I am walking behind her, our legs moving in sync with each other, my cock poking between her butt cheeks with each clumsy step we take. It is so stupidly funny that we almost trip and fall laughing. She likes to have me behind her. I secretly think shat she would like to try anal intercourse, but we have not gotten that far yet.

It is time for me to take charge before we get too silly. I lead her up the stairs into the bathroom and have her stand in the tub. I turn on the water; and once it is warm, I take the handheld shower and spray her lower body. The spray is sharp and hard and tingly on her skin. Its feel is intensified by the fact that she is still blindfolded. She shudders as I direct the spray at her pussy and then at her butt.

Before she starts having too much fun, I turn off the shower. Using my shaving brush, I begin to lather one of her legs. I know that the feeling of the brush on her skin will delight her. I have gotten a new razor for this, one of the new ones with three blades. The male version shaves very close and never cuts. I have the female version for her.

Slowly, I shave her legs. It is a very sensual experience for me. I love her legs; and I love stroking them, from ankle izmit escort to thigh. I shave up to her upper thigh. The smooth slippery skin of her legs, after they are shaved, is so erotic that I become incredibly hard. Now for the good parts. I have her sit on the edge of the tub, still bound, with her legs spread, opening her pussy to me. She really enjoys the shaving brush now, as it lathers her pussy, inner thighs and from her pussy to her anus. I shave very carefully here. When I am finished, she is smooth, soft and incredibly horny.

Only now do I untie her hands, but the blindfold stays on. I take the shower and rinse off the remaining soap, paying careful attention to spraying her pussy. She almost falls over, so I then have her stand and bend over with her hands on the edge of the tub, her butt high in the air. Her pussy and anus are open to me and to the spray from the shower head. I spray her there. Those are intense feelings and she begins moaning and gasping with an impending orgasm. But, I must be careful. After all, she is being punished; I don’t want her to be so easily satisfied. I also don’t want to be replaced by a handheld shower. And, I don’t want her to fall and hurt herself.

I stop the shower just before she reaches climax and I replace it with my throbbing cock. As, I pull her to her feet, my cock stays trapped between her thighs, pussy and ass. I reach around in front of her and my fingers gently probe her lips from the front, rubbing stroking in and out of her. With my cock probing in and out of her from the rear, it almost feels as if I am inside of her. I stroke in and out of her. With my free hand I pinch her nipple hard. She loves that. She is so ready that it does not take her long to come. She moans loudly and almost shrieks with the intensity of her orgasm. I have to hold her body up to keep her from collapsing.

I carefully and lovingly dry her off before removing the blindfold. Then I lead her by the hand into the guest bedroom. I pull back the covers and we get in bed and fall into each other’s arms, our bodies are warm together on the cool sheets. It is a tender moment that I have long awaited, to actually have her in bed. So many nighttime e-mails from her, thinking of me, as she climbed naked into her bed. We lie together, cooing at each other. I stroke her hair and give her little kisses on her eyes and face.

Alexis seems a little nervous about something; and I ask if something is wrong. She assures me that nothing is wrong, but she has been thinking a lot about something recently and has come to a concrete decision. A twinge of panic shoots trough me. I am afraid of what she has decided. I shouldn’t be. If it was bad, she wouldn’t be here with me now, but my insecurities have taken control. My heart is sinking, I am terrified that she will say we cannot continue our relationship.

“Roger, I want it to be you.”

“You want what?” I am eternally clueless.

“Will you to be my first? I want you to make love to me.”

I am astounded. I stumble over words. I don’t know what to say. I want her so much; but I can’t hurt her, I can’t do anything to hurt her future happiness.

“Dear Alexis, are you sure? I am so honored, but have you thought this through? I promised you that I would never take advantage of you in a moment of passion. I can’t do that.”

“Roger, I have thought this through, for a long time. I think you know that I have. I am on the pill for my cramps, so that’s not a problem.”

“Alexis, you know that’s not what I’m talking about. What would you tell Bill on your wedding night?”

She just giggles and says, “I will just tell him the truth, well sort of.”

“Are you out of your mind???” And she goes on to explain.

“He knows that a friend of mine gave me a vibrating dildo as a gag gift a while back. He kept teasing me about using it, and saying that if I wasn’t careful, that I might lose my virginity to a piece of plastic and not to him. I will just confess that I was using it and got too excited and, voila, no longer a virgin. He knows how I get. And after all, it’s the truth.”

“What??? Are you kidding? You really did?”

“No. Well, sort of no.”

“What do you mean ‘sort of no’? Did you use the dildo?”

“Well, yes I wanted to try it, but I didn’t go all the way in with it. So, it’s sort of true. It could be true.”

“Did you like it?”

She answers softly, “Yes.”

I know what it means when she uses that soft tone of voice. It doesn’t just mean ‘yes’, it means a whole lot more.

“Did izmit kendi evi olan escort you like it a lot?”

Again, she answers, still softer, almost a whisper, “Yes, a whole lot. I really liked it a lot.”

Just then, I got this incredibly erotic mental image of her…. Well, if I was a woman, I’d have a whole collection of them. I’d wear them out.

“And so, that’s what made you…”

Alexis finishes my sentence, “I made up my mind that I wanted you. I made up my mind right after Bill and I met you and your wife for drinks in New York, but I wanted to wait until the circumstances were just right. Now they are.”

I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. The young woman that I have fallen in love with has chosen me to take her virginity. This is such an awesome responsibility. She has entrusted so much to me; I must make it so incredibly special for her.

We have all night. We will take our time. We kiss, softly at first, then with the hunger that has been building for the year we have been together.

After a while, my kisses trail down her body to her breasts. I linger there, nibbling and biting and sucking. She gasps and lets out a low moan. It doesn’t matter, no one but me can hear. After an eternity of playing with her breasts, she is urgent for more. My lips make their way down, across her tummy, and then down to her smooth shaven mound. It is soft and I feel like cuddling with it. My cheeks rub against it as my tongue explores her lips.

My tongue dives into that secret crevice of pleasure. My hands grasp her butt, bringing her closer to me. I must have her. I must taste her. I must bring her immense pleasure. My tongue penetrates her as she raises her knees and spreads her legs, opening herself for me. As my tongue licks her pussy, my hands are stroking the smooth flesh of her thighs and butt. I am hard and urgent for sensation and satisfaction. She is warm and wet and moaning with desire. I rise up to my knees.

I kneel before her as she lay, spread open to me. My cock is hard and throbbing. I must have her. I must be inside of her. I must have her surround me. Slowly I move towards her. My cock touches her lips and she gasps in expectation of what is to come. She is so wet that I am able to insert the very head of my penis into her without resistance. But suddenly, she is very tight and firm around me. The ridges of the inside of her vagina are incredible. They massage my cock like a thousand tongues. I push and slide slowly into her. I do not want to hurt her. She is gasping and moaning with sensual pleasure and expectation.

I meet her barrier. This is the point of no return. I look into her eyes. I see her desire and love and need. Softly she whispers the word, “Yes”.

I push slowly into her. As I do, she gasps deeply. There is a sharp pain; she clutches me to her. Her eyes roll back and then close with the once-only exquisite pain of losing her innocence. Then her eyes open wide as I fill her. The experience has shocked her with its intensity and the fulfillment of having finally completed this wonderfully simple but meaningful act. I am completely inside of her; she is filled with me. We are together, joined as one. The instant of pain is gone, but the memory of it lingers in her mind.

For a long time, I rest inside of her, hard and with the promise of pleasure to come. Then slowly, I start moving in and out. I pull almost completely out of her and linger, with the ridge around the head of my cock toying with the entrance to her vagina. Then a steady push all the way in. She gasps. I gasp. She is so tight, so completely in contact with me. She is holding me so tightly and saying my name.

Slowly, in and out of her, sometimes teasingly, sometimes so that the head rubs over and over that special place inside of her. She begins breathing heavily and making short staccato moans, while bucking her hips. She is so close. She is getting louder, faster, harder. It will be so intense. She screams and holds me so tightly that I almost can’t move. It lasts forever. Finally, her body goes limp, her eyes closed, her face peaceful and serene. I slow, but don’t stop. Just languishing in her arms, very slowly pulling in and out of her. She opens her eyes. They are on fire as she looks at me.

“Thank you, Roger. That… That, I will remember forever.” We kiss.

I am still hard and moving slowly; I must not come now. I want her to come over and over. I want to last as long as possible; I owe her a most memorable deflowering. I have been able to control it as she came. It was incredibly hard to do, but being old helps in that department. She once asked if I could still last an hour. Actually, it may be easier now than when I was in my 20’s. Well, I’ll give it my best shot. She may have to suffer the consequences.

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Laura woke up the next morning on her bed, bottomless. She postured up, wondering how she got there. Did she get up and walk to her bed after Dale had fucked her relentlessly? Or did she crawl like Chrissy had the night before? At some point, she began to wonder if it even happened. Her bedsheets were still on the bed. Her tights still lay next to it on the ground. She got up, and examined the place where she was dominated like a bitch, and it was clean. The only thing was, her pussy felt like it had been fucked, and that was enough for her.

It was already 11am, but she wanted to make sure the thermometer on the hot water tank was high for her guests’ morning shower, lowering it when the first-floor is unbooked to save on the gas bill. Slipping on the same tights from the night before with little care of her unkempt appearance, she sneaked down using the inside stairs barefooted and into her carpeted hallways, opening a utility closet where she adjusted the hot water heater. She quietly closed the door, and began tip-toeing back when the first-floor apartment’s door opened. Immediately she went flat-footed, postured up, and smiled.

“Good morning!” she said to a dressed-and-ready Dale, catching him by surprise.

He looked at her and said nothing.

“How are you?” she asked.

“Feeling great. Lots of energy,” he sarcastically replied, before the ravishing Chrissy came out dressed in summer clothes similar to her attire the night before, with sunglasses hanging above her head. Laura’s heart skipped a beat upon seeing the young beauty.

“Good morning, Chrissy!”

The young girl grinned upon seeing Laura and enthusiastically went to hug her despite Laura’s condition, “It’s so good to see you, Laura!” Chrissy got on her toes to press her breasts against the taller woman’s. The youngster put her hands on Laura’s butt and pulled her in so their crotches would rub, and then pulled away her chest to look Laura straight in her eyes.

“You. Look. So. Pretty, this morning!” the chipper Chrissy said to her.

Laura became flustered, “Oh my! You look pretty too!” was all she could muster, her thinly covered pussy still pressed against Chrissy’s in her red short shorts.

Dale came forward and put his arm around Chrissy, making the situation ever-so-close and intimate in the hallway.

“Sorry if we kept you up last night,” Dale said, while Laura immediately began shaking her head. “I had been starving her until she won the finals of her all-girl’s soccer tournament. Promised her I would fuck her long and hard if she won, and she did, but we were too exhausted on the first night.”

Laura took a pause, and then disregarded her shock. “Oh, no! It wasn’t loud at all! I mean, I really don’t mind. That’s why couples come up here. I think it’s wonderful! And healthy.”

“You helped a lot last night,” Dale said backing away, still gripping Chrissy tightly under his arm, whose Cheshire cat smile remained as she looked possessively at the caught-off-guard Laura.

“I did?”

“Yeah, with that PIN code that unlocked all the porno channels. Got us in the mood and gave me plenty of ideas. Don’t izmit rus escort let her smile fool you, she could definitely use some discipline every now and then. And she loves it, don’t you, sweetie?”

“I sure do!” Chrissy said smiling back at the older man.

“Oh, that’s great!” Laura continued to respond compliantly. “That’s why I subscribe to those channels. To, uh… help.”

“I bet you get some good use out of them too,” Chrissy coyly responded, as Laura gave a nervous laugh.

“See? That’s why she needs a little bit of discipline.” Dale said, smiling. “Go ahead into the car, baby. I’ve got to talk to Laura for a bit.”

Chrissy grabbed a bag and her eyes remained locked to Laura’s as she exited out in the front parking lot, winking at her before turning away and heading for the car. Laura’s perpetual smile remained as Dale’s disappeared. He leaned in and nearly cornered her to the wall.

“You enjoy your own pussy-rape last night, bitch?”

Laura’s face went from joy to worry. Her usually sharp eyebrows raised in fear and her jaw lowered. Instinctively, she answered correctly, “Yes, daddy!”

“Good. You adjust well to discipline too.”

Dale grabbed her neck with a light, one-handed choke. “So here’s what you’re going to do. I’m out on business tonight a hundred miles north in another shithole town. Need to spend the night there entertaining some swinger faggots. Naturally, they’ll want someone of mine to fuck. And although I wouldn’t mind seeing Chrissy get gangbanged by small-dicked dinosaurs, she’s way too good for them. She’s the one I give them after our business deal is complete.” Dale loosened his grip.

“I’d be happy to come—”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m not going to pimp you out either. Your pussy is totally mine,” Dale said, before letting go of her neck and gripping her crotch full force. Laura became flushed with flattery.

Dale continued, “I don’t want Chrissy to be all alone, but she won’t like that. She met some fucking prick before we arrived the other day at the Burger Palace, and he may have slipped her his phone number. She gets crazy ideas. Goes on the Internet. So I want you to babysit her, but she can’t know I asked you. The little cunt gets mad and loses her obedience. So I’ll leave her here by herself, and you figure it out from there. Get creative.”

“Yes, daddy, of course,” Laura said, her eyes looking passionately into those of her owner.

“Good. And one more thing. You don’t lay a fucking hand on Chrissy, either. Got it?”

“Yes, daddy, of course,” Laura repeated, feeling stupid after she did.

“Do your duty, and I will fuck you bloody when I get back,” Dale said, before unzipping his fly, and pulling out from his cargo shorts his thick, long, flaccid penis. Laura looked down and again lost strength in her legs.

“Kiss it goodbye,” Dale said.

Laura immediately knelt, and looked at the impressive specimen. She leaned forward, and French-kissed the head of Dale’s dick, as if she was in a relationship with the penis itself. Dale softly put his hand on Laura’s cheek below him, as she continued to caress izmit escort his member with her lips. She looked up at him lovingly. Just as she opened her mouth wide to suck his dick, hot urine came pouring out of Dale’s penis into Laura’s mouth. “Ahhh,” she pulled back with a faint sound of protest and shut her eyes, then opening them to see Dale’s semi-erect dick shooting a yellow stream straight into her face. She began blinking furiously as Dale grabbed the back of her head and adjusted it so his piss would wash into her eyes. Then her long, curly red hair. He had so much to unload that it went on for at least half a minute. Laura’s face and body were drenched, her lime shirt and purple tights attached to her body as if she’d come out of hot yoga class.

Dale pulled in his dick, zipped up, button the waist, and left without saying anything else. Laura was left kneeling.

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She was on her balcony watching college frats pack up and leave from her balcony overlooking the private lake near her chalet. The sun was beginning to disappear when Laura heard the car door slam shut. Dale had dropped Chrissy home. Through the thin walls, Laura heard her coming in through the front door, and going straight into her apartment. There wasn’t any time to waste before Chrissy could’ve called her guy, though Laura gave her ample time anyway. After a while, and in a fresh pair of black tights, a purple top, and barefoot as always, she headed downstairs and knocked the first-floor apartment door. Chrissy opened, no smile on her face this time, which Laura didn’t notice as much as Chrissy’s tanned, near-nude body in a red, two-piece bikini. Laura stood across her, stunned.

“Hi,” Chrissy said after an awkward pause. “Can I help you?”

“Wow,” Laura said. “Umm… are you going swimming?”

“I am,” Chrissy replied. “We drove by the lake when we left, and there are some cute boys near those chalets. Going to introduce myself to them.”

Laura became worried. “Oh, no,” she said. “They left.”

“They did?”

“Yes. Sorry.”

“Fuck,” Chrissy responded, shocking Laura at her sudden shift in behaviour. “Well, I’ve always got a back-up plan.”

Laura engaged some quick-thinking. “I can go swimming with you.”

Chrissy’s face went from bored to unimpressed, before she looked Laura up-and-down. “You want to go swimming with me?”

Laura refused to be insulted, and continued her role as the friendly host. “Sure, it’ll be fun!”

Chrissy smirked. “Suit up, then.”

Several minutes later, Laura came back down, nervous as hell to reveal herself in her one-piece swimsuit, and knocked Chrissy’s door again. Chrissy opened, where she stood fully clothed: torn blue jeans and a white shirt.

“I thought we were going swimming?” Laura asked as politely as she could.

“Yeah, if I feel like it. Still wearing my shit underneath. Let’s go.”

On the short walk to the private-access lake, Chrissy began indulging the mature woman again with smiles and personal attention, though now it was apparent to Laura that this was a show the young kocaeli escort lady performed. The sunlight survived long enough for Laura to walk into the lake, though it was getting cold. Chrissy stood on the shore, watching on. Laura jumped in and swam for a bit, seemingly forgetting about Chrissy, and becoming fixated on the beautiful mountains that surrounded the lake. She swam underwater, though it was too dark to see anything. Coming back up, she captured her breath, and looked up to see the moon was beginning to appear. Then, something grabbed her entire stomach from behind. Panicked, she quickly sprung around, and was met with Chrissy’s face.

“Shh… it’s just me,” Chrissy said softly, with her arms still around Laura, her crotch pressing hers while their chests were pulled back.

“You scared me!” Laura said, her composure falling momentarily.

“I’m so sorry,” Chrissy replied, smiling at her and looking longingly in her eyes. “Looked like you were having a lot of fun, so thought I’d come in and join you.”

Laura regained her own facade, and turned away to break the tension. “The mountains are very beautiful at this time of night.”

Chrissy broke her hold on Laura, and with her hand, guided Laura’s face to look back onto her own, “A lot of things are beautiful at this time of night,” she said, before resuming her hug on Laura, who returned it, reenacting their embrace earlier in the day. A momentary silence, as they pulled away and continued to look at each other, raised the heat between them. Laura opened her mouth briefly, and then closed it.

“Do you want to say something to me?” Chrissy asked.

Laura’s heart fluttered, but she felt comfortable in Chrissy’s warm embrace.

“Is Dale your dad?”

Chrissy’s smile turned to a grin. “No. He’s my ‘daddy’.”

“He’s much older than you are,” Laura observed.

“Yep. But his dick is big and he fucks like a mule. Isn’t that right?” Laura couldn’t help but look away to cover up her embarrassment. “I’m glad you heard us fuck last night,” Chrissy continued. “I’m glad he fucked you. Because now you know. How was it?”

Laura didn’t hesitate, “It was the best sex of my life.”

Chrissy smirked as she did earlier, before looking serious, “I hope that isn’t a challenge?”

Laura turned serious too. “If you like…” she said, staring even more deeply into the tanned vixen’s blue eyes. The piercing on her nose shining from the moonlight as darkness crept in. Her wet blond hair looked black, but her perfect teeth were pearly white. Chrissy returned the intense stare, her smile gone completely, and replaced with almost an angry look of wanting. She looked into Laura’s puffy face, her wrinkles less apparent in the water, revealing the girl she once was. Her dark red hair also looking black, and the curls straight from the moisture. They began slowing moving towards each other. Their faces getting closer. They took one last look into each other’s eyes, and in an instant, Chrissy slightly weaved her head and pressed her lips against Laura’s. The senior broke her hold on Chrissy, and instead grabbed her head to pull her in. The long kiss turned into several kisses, before Chrissy broke away. “Your apartment, or mine?” Laura was speechless, her heart fluttering. “We’ll figure it out,” Chrissy answered her own question. “Let’s go.” They swam to shore and left the lake holding hands.

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50 is the new 30…

Leaving work today I felt run down, exhausted. This was worse than before, I must be feeling my age.

Falling asleep at the stop light scared the shit out of me.

Getting out of my car in the garage I heard a voice.

“Hey, Nikki,” Ellen said startling me.

“Well hello to you Ellen, mind telling me why we are hugging?” I said.

“Today starts your enlightenment Nikki.” Ellen quipped.

“Pardon me?” I said.

Ellen, my neighbor, explained how she saw me sleeping at the light back at the Hickory Road stop light.

“Nikki, we have known each other for over 20 years. I know you! I have seen you becoming more and more sluggish, not yourself at all.” Ellen stated.

“OK!” I blurted out with a caution in my voice, A sarcastic look on my face.

“Look, I have been training people for 30 years. You are in need of a daily workout.” Ellen said.

“Ellen, I don’t have time for that and I am way too busy with the kids, work, the home…!” I stated.

“Nikki, I have owned my own fitness center for the past 20 years. I am a trained professional and every excuse you have given me is just that, an excuse.” Said Ellen.

“I will see you directly after work at the gym for a introductory work out Monday afternoon. Please, my friend, take my offer. This is between you and me. I am not going to talk you into a membership, just one friend helping out another.” Ellen stated.

“Ellen, you know how I feel about working out around other people. I am too self conscience.” I replied.

Ellen looked at me with a tear in her eye. With a quacking voice she said.

“I was broken when Terry passed away, YOU would not let me mope around and feel sorry for myself. YOU got me to realize I had more to live for. YOU WILL BE THERE!.”

Monday was another stressed out day. I am getting too old for this shit!, I thought to myself.

Looking into the mirror I saw an old image of myself. “Fuck me!” I said out loud. When did I get this fucking old.

I felt mad at myself for letting things get like this. I got my gym bag, locked my office door and began to get my workout cloths on for my workout with Ellen.

Ellen met me at the gym entrance. “Hello sweetie.” Ellen said with a kiss on the cheek and her arm around me. Let me show you to the locker room so you can put your stuff up and we can get started.

Exiting the locker room I noticed the gym was busy.

Anxiety set in and I began to feel like everyone was looking at me, judging me.

“What is this fat old lady doing in our gym” I imagined them thinking.

Ellen, her arm still around me led me over to the stretching area.

“We will start here.” Said Ellen.

“Great!” I replied.

The workout was more yoga or stretching than anything else. Sure we walked around and Ellen gave me instructions with all the equipment.

After this Ellen introduced me to some of the staff but I was expecting more

workout than a walk-through and introduction.

Walking back to the locker room Ellen stated something I had not thought of.

“Lets go shower.” as the words exploded from Ellen’s mouth they echoed in my ears.

“OH FUCK!”, I thought. I had not entertained the idea of showering with other woman. How the fuck do I get out of this one.

In the locker room Ellen was naked in a heart beat. Her beautiful body, perfect tits, lean stomach, taunt ass and legs to go with it. Shaved pussy and all stood before me.

I stared at her and all of the sudden got an itch in my vagina.

“What the ever loving FUCK was that!” I thought.

Ellen caught me ogling over her body. With a wicked smile, Ellen spreading her legs and started to rub her pussy lips. “You want me don’t you Nikki?” Ellen said with sarcasm and a seductive look.

My heart sank and my throat got so dry I could not respond.

“I am joking, in no time you will look and feel just like me. Fuck we are the same age Nikki.” Ellen’s words broke me out of my thoughts.

Ellen walked to the shower and I could not take my eyes off her ass.

WHY? I began to think. WHY am I looking at the woman’s body with such desire.

I have never felt before and it has shaken me.

With internal shame and humiliation I mustered up the courage to grab my towel and walk to the shower.

Ellen was washing her hair as I stood there feeling the water for the correct temperature. “I like hot showers.” I blurted out.

“Well, I AM HOT!” Ellen said with a sensual voice.

After the shower I was standing in front of Ellen drying off.

“OK, Lets see what I have to work with Nikki.” Ellen asked.

I felt her eyes pier over me as I wrapped the towel around my body.

“For fucks sake Nikki, I need to see your body to make sure I am working the correct areas. Think of me as your doctor of fitness.” Ellen explained.

“I do not stand naked in front of my doctor Ellen.” I replied.

While looking over my body, Ellen said “Get over it baby, your body is mine now sweetheart. I am going to sculpt escort izmit you into a goddess.”

I was so excited to hear what she just said to me.

A smile crossed my face and I blushed.

“OK first we have to do a waxing session.” Ellen stated.

“Excuse me? Waxing?” I stammered over.

“Yes, my treat.” Ellen said.

We exited the locker room through another door at the back of the room.

“a spa?” I thought.

Calming music, the tranquil sound running water, warm temp and aroma therapy.

“I walked into heaven.” I thought.

“Take off your towel and lay on your back on that table Nikki.” Ellen said gesturing to a table draped with a white cover.

Warm I thought as I get comfortable.

Now things were about to get weird for me.

A gorgeous lady, our age, entered the room and went straight to Ellen.

I watched as she started rubbing a lotion all over Ellen’s lady parts. Ellen just laid there with a wicked smile on her pretty face.

Next she began coating Ellen’s vagina with another substance. This was much thicker and sticky. I watched as she applied strips of white cloth type material to her vaginal area. After several minutes she began removing the strips with a quick jerking motion. Ellen smiled each time one of the strips were pulled off.

“OH SHIT” I blurted out.

Ellen had no hair down there. I have a European bush growing down there.

Ellen rolled over to her stomach and let her arms hang over the side, her face in a cut out. Looking down with a smile Ellen lay there while the pretty lady began the same routine only this time to her asshole.

To say I was panicking was an understatement.

“Your turn.” Ellen said not moving a muscle. She looked so relaxed.

I closed my eyes as the esthetician walked over to my table.

“Hello Nikki, my name is Karen and I will be treating you to our waxing session today.” She stated professionally .

“I will need to first remove the long hairs from your vaginal area. Just relax this will not hurt at all.”

With so much anxiety I felt her rub her hand over my bush. In seconds I heard the buzz of the trimmers. I felt like she was a lawn specialist getting ready to trim a lawn.

As she began spreading my legs, my anxiety got worse. I felt like bolting from the table and running. I kept myself composed and let her do her job. At first it was very strange but as Karen said it did not hurt at all.

When she was done she explained that she will be applying a lotion to make the trimmed area feel better. I felt her fingers apply the lotion to my pussy, MY wet pussy at that.

She let out a slight verbal acknowledgement of my excited nature.

I opened my eyes to see her smiling.

She looked at my face and stated. “You are quite beautiful.”

“OH FUCK!” this did not help my arousal at all, I thought.

The more lotion she applied to my pussy lips, clit and ass the wetter I got. Not only that but my tits were poking out as if the temperature were minus 30 degrees.

“Relax Nikki.” She stated.

Again the fingers massaging my pussy lips. Again, I thought how in the ever fucking way am I suppose to relax with you massaging my pussy. I may cum any moment and I just hope to goodness I do not start moaning or pinching my breasts…

I felt a warm towel being applied to my vaginal and anal areas. The lotion was removed and now the sticky substance applied.

“This is fucking weird.” I thought to myself.

Now she applied the strips, pressing them in place and making sure they were smoothed against my vaginal area.

For the next several minutes I lay there glad in the thought that no one was touching me. No longer worried about my self image, I was way past that, I thought.

I felt the technician begin to rub over the strips. She said in a calming voice, “This will sting a bit but don’t worry it will feel much better afterwards.”

Her words were worrisome to me.

With the tear at the first strip I felt a sharp pain like someone just skinned me alive. Quickly she removed the strip on the other side of my pussy, than the two inward strips over my opening, and clit.

“OH FUCK, I murmured.

“One second.” I heard her state.

Now she is rubbing another lotion to my pussy. This immediately took out all the sting and left me even more aroused than before.

“Roll over please.” She asked.

Rolling over I hung my arms to the side of the table and placed my face in the whole. Looking to my right I could see Ellen on her back with a towel wrapped around her face and one around her pussy. I quickly noticed she had one hand underneath the towel on her vagina, rubbing it, touching herself.

As I watched this image of Ellen touching her pussy I felt the final strip being ripped off my asshole. My eyes shut tight and my teethe messed together with great force. Quickly she applied the lotion to my anus and things were very soothing.

I have never felt anal pleasure like that before. This was new to me. I was so fucking confused. izmit escort

Laying here watching Ellen please herself and feeling like my anus was excited with pleasure left me so turned on.

I was instructed to roll onto my back and I complied. The tech put a warm towel over my face and than after several seconds began spreading my legs, applying another lotion than a hot towel. I thought to myself, “this is going to make me explode with pleasure.”

To my surprise the lady took my right hand and guided it below my towel to my vaginal area. She whispered into my ear. “This will make your feel even more relaxed. If you wish.”

I felt my finger take to my clit as if they were being guided by some supernatural force. Before I could think I had my fingers knuckle deep in my pussy and stretching my lips open wide to receive even more pleasure. For several minutes I finger fucked myself with not a care in the world. Like I was on my bed at home alone.

“You OK over there?” I heard Ellen ask.

“You are so fucking dead, Ellen Parker.” I stated.

“I know, but how do you feel?” She asked.

While actually searching my own feeling I had to reply… “AMAZING.”

“You can thank me later!” Ellen boasted.

“I will shove a cucumber up your ass.” I quipped back.

“OH PLEASE. I love anal play.” Ellen said, surprising me.

“Your serious?” I asked.

“Fuck yea.” She replied. Ellen continued, “Nikki, after Terry passed away so suddenly, my entire world literally and figuratively collapsed. You have no idea how much you helped when you were there every minute of everyday. Your presence gave me strength to get through the funeral. The perseverance to start my own business and this has lifted my life to a more beautiful place. One where I can be myself. Know myself. YES, even bring pleasure to myself without any hangups. I want to bring this happiness, awareness to you.” Ellen stated.

“I love you for this Ellen but this is not me.” I answered.

“I did not think it was me either until I had to fortitude to let go and listen to myself. Not some community theory of who I was supposed to be. I see how you look at me in the mornings when I run, how you have me sit on your legs when we cookout in the back yards.”

“This is my time to help you pull yourself out of this depressive world. Ever since Peter died last year you have shut yourself out of everything but work. I know I may sound mean and like I am over analyzing your life but remember the things you said to me after Terry?” Ellen replied.

With tears streaming down my face I was emotional of the thought of Peter being gone. I was saddened of all the fond memories I shared with him, hurt that they will no longer be. I was mad at him for leaving me. I had to take Ellen’s words and gestures to heart.

“You’r right Ellen.” I stated.

“Good, now lets go out for some drinks…” Ellen said.

Quickly I stated, “I can’t, I have work tomorrow Ellen.”

“Fuck work!” Ellen replied and continued.

“Listen, one thing I learned over the past years is that if your really think about it, work does not give two shits about YOU. Think about it for a second. If you left tomorrow someone else will take your place and within a few days, you will have been forgotten. It is how things work. They have to go on with out you.”

“FUCK, drinks it is, right after I tell them I will not be in tomorrow and I call human resources and start my retirement process. I have been with them for 35 years. Time to cash out ha, ha, ha.”

Inebriated, Ellen and I had the bar tender call us an uber to get home.

On the drive home I kept lifting my skirt and scratching my vagina.

“Stop!” Ellen said.

“I can’t it itches like a motherfucker.” I stated too loud.

Ellen replied, “I have something for that. Lets get to my house and I will make it all feel better.”

Once inside Ellen’s house we went straight to her bedroom giggling like school girls.

“Here, lets get you undressed.” Ellen said.

“Always getting me naked Ellen.” I stated siting on the bed as Ellen removed my shoes, pantyhose and skirt.

I remove my blouse but was having quite a time with my bra.

Ellen wrapped her arms around my waste and unhooked my bra letting it fall to the floor.

“OH, make it stop itching. PLEASE!” I quipped.

I noticed Ellen was also naked and again felt an electrical charge rush through my clit.

I was not able to take my eyes off of Ellen as she lunged forward and without hesitation rammed her tongue into my mouth. I was equally surprised as to how fast I allowed this to happen.

“I am not bi-sexual”, I thought to myself.

“Let go Nikki.” Ellen whispered into my ear as her tongue traced it.

“OH shit Ellen, your seducing me.”

“YES, I am, I want you to feel how wonderful it could be having another woman pleasure you.” Ellen stated, staring into my eyes with her hands holding my face.

“I have never done anything like this Ellen. It terrifies me. Makes me uncomfortable.” izmit kendi evi olan escort I stated.

“Relax, I see how you look at me. I noticed how you got wet watching me tease you before the shower today.” Ellen continued.

“Let me make you feel incredible. Please Nikki, you need this sweetie.” Ellen stated.

Feeling the alcohol make my brain swirl I laid back and told her, “OK”.

I felt Ellen begin fondling my tits as our tongues entwined. Her hands roaming my entire upper body. This was unlike Peter or anyone I have ever been with before.

Usually they make a straight line to the pussy and fondle around like they know exactly what I want.

This was so different, Ellen was kissing my skin, my cheeks, neck, clavicles, shoulders, arms. She was enjoying all of me not just my sexual region.

Ellen stopped at my tits, lashing her tongue around my nipples. Making my areola tingle with pleasure. Taking my nipple into her warm mouth and suckling on it ever so gently and lovingly.

I laid my head back and just tried to let my mind go and start my new life. The life I wanted to live. Vibrant and awakened.

Nerves began to bring anxiety as Ellen got closer and closer to my now dripping pussy lips.

“So beautiful.” I heard Ellen say as she moved her fingers around my wet swollen vaginal lips. “I knew you enjoyed it this afternoon. You liked her massaging your pussy like I am now. Did’t you Nikki?”

I hesitated to answer but summoned the courage to be honest.

“OH YES!” I let out.

I could feel Ellen’s fingers massaging my vaginal lips than she started licking my clit as she drove her finger deep into my now inviting pussy.

“OOOOOOO” I moaned as her finger began pumping in and out of my pussy.

“OH, FUCK!” I exclaimed as I felt one of Ellen’s fingers slide into my ass.

“Ellen, What the fuck!” I stated.

Ellen just kept fingering my pussy and ass.

Ellen re positioned herself so her pussy was accessible to my hand. I immediately began stroking her bald pussy. Wet and slick my fingers slid in easily. Warm and wonderful I thought.

To pay her back I slid a finger into her ass.

“OH, FUCK YES!” Ellen exclaimed in pleasure.

Ellen continued talking in a breathy sensual voice.

“Finger fuck my ass Nikki, finger fuck me hard baby.”

Before long I forgot about Ellen’s finger in my ass.

Ellen stopped and jumped to her feet.

She positioned herself above me with her pussy in my face.

“Lick me Nikki!” Ellen requested

My body went on auto pilot, I began running my tongue across her warm wet pussy lips. Over and over I slid my tongue up and down her opening. The more I licked the more she pushed her pussy into my face. I was covered in her pussy juices and than got an idea.

I reached between her legs and began inserting two finger in her ass as she grind ed against my face.

I looked up and saw the pleasure on Ellen’s face as she enjoyed my movements.

I pulled my face from Ellen’s vagina and asked, “How do you like me finger fucking your ass now baby?”

Ellen looked down at me and smiled. She moved back a couple steps than turned and went to her night stand. She fumbled for something than said, “YES!”

Ellen returned with a black dildo attached to a jock strap.

“What the fuck is that?” I asked in bewilderment.

“This is a strap on.” Ellen answered.

Ellen had me stand up and than put the device on like a pair of underwear. I felt odd standing in front oh her with a big black cock protruding from my vagina.

“What the ever love fuck Ellen.” I said in wonder.

“Here.” Ellen said as she began rubbing lubricant over the cock head and shaft.

Ellen began rubbing the lube between her ass cheeks. I noticed she put extra on her two fingers and inserted them deep into her ass.

“Hey, Nikki.” Ellen stated.

I looked down at her and she had her ass cheeks pulled apart and offering her ass to me.

“Come on love, Fuck my ass, please.” Ellen said.

I moved closer than felt Ellen take the cock head and begin guiding it into her asshole. The head disappeared quickly than I pushed in slowly.

The cock was entering her ass deeper. Before I knew it the entire cock was buried inside her ass.

“OH Shit Ellen.” I let out.

I began extracting the cock by pulling my ass back than to my surprise I felt Ellen push her ass towards me to receive the cock once more.

I had to admit this was turning me on. The command one has in this situation goes right to your head.

With more pleasure I began fucking Ellen’s ass. The faster and harder I thrust into her ass the faster and harder Ellen would push her ass back into me.

After several minutes I noticed something running down between Ellen’s legs.

“HOLY SHIT.” I thought, she is cumming over and over again.

“Can this be that pleasurable?” I asked myself.

“OH YES!” exclaimed Ellen as we slowed our fucking to a slow steady rate. Before I knew it I had pulled the cock from her gaping ass and lay beside her on the bed.

“You want me to do you now?” Ellen asked hesitantly.

“Not Sure?” In answered with trepidation in my voice. “I’m scared to try it.” I said.

“I will take it slow I promise.” Ellen assured me.

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*THERE ARE NO CHARACTERS PORTRAYED IN THIS WORK FICTION WHO ARE NOT AT LEAST 18 YEARS OLD*

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Maggie Morrow 42 years old Married Mother of Three JJ (Jae Jones) 23 years old AA Third year University

JJ is a young African American/Puerto Rican lesbian, 23 years old, and a true breath-taking beauty. She is lithe and femininely muscular (yet nicely curved), 5′ 8 and 115 pounds…her lover is Maggie, a married mother of three whom JJ has recently “liberated” from an unhappy marriage. Maggie is a red- head, 42 years old, 5’6′ and 140 pounds, most of it breasts and butt (36F-30-40). The lusciously-curved beauty never dreamed in a MILLION YEARS that she’d be involved in a passionate relationship outside her marriage, much less with another woman …She is relaxing at home, in the well-appointed living room JJ’s parents rent for her in one of the city’s poshest subdivisions, with her much younger lover, unsure of how to broach the subject of some changes she’s like to make in their sex life…

(JJ is about to doze off, and Maggie takes the opportunity to bring up something she’s wanted to discuss for some time now…)

“Baby?”

“Hmmmm?”

“I want to ask you something”

“What, already?”

“Why izmit rus escort don’t we…do it the regular way anymore?

“‘The regular way?’ …”And whatthe fuck is ‘do it’? “

“You know what I mean…(blushes furiously, prettily)…make love”

” ‘ Make love’, huh? You mean ‘fuck’?” “Baby!”

“Okay, okay…”

“Why don’t you…fuck me… you know…in my…you know…”

“Can you stop babbling and ask your question?”

“Don’t be like that!”

“Okay…(deep, slightly annoyed sigh)…just spit it out”

“Why…does it always have to be in my…bottom?”

“The way you carry on I figured you like it”

“I do…I just…I…I guess I miss it…the other way”

“Well…I love fucking you in your ass”

“I KNOW, Sweetie…BELIEVE ME, I KNOW! And I love it when you fuck me in my ass…It’s just…

“WHAT, already!”

“Maybe sometimes…we can do it the other way?”

Now that she thinks of it, JJ realizes that her lover is RIGHT…she can’t remember the last time they ‘did it’ vaginally…she also knows the way to keep her woman happy is to give in a bit on this particular issue.

“Sure, Honey…we can change it up a little, if you want…a LITTLE”… Maggie’s smile lights up the izmit escort room “Thank you Sweetie! Just sometimes, you know; you can still have your fun…”

Maggie stands, turns her back to JJ, and gives her own well-padded bottom a hearty slap, sending it a-wobbling and a-jiggling gelatinously. She stares back over her right shoulder, a wicked smile on her lips. “C’mon baby”, she whispers huskily, “come and get your reward for being so agreeable!”

Moments later, JJ’s has her face buried between the plush globes of her lover’s rear end, licking and lapping expertly at the older woman’s well-used anal port. Her tongue is avid, lively…The slutty redhead emits a low groan as the slippery digit glides in lazy circles around and about the puckered muscle, which grows slacker by the minute; JJ’s oral attention is having its desired effect.

The lush-bodied wife and mother bites her bottom lip as a lubricated finger-tip pushes in, then slowly, but firmly, wriggles deeper until her palm lies flat against the big, smooth cheeks of her ass. “Oooo, Baby; that’s so nice she murmurs. The female fluids drip, drip, drip from Mrs. Morrow’s shaven loins. Still hunched-over spraddle-legged, she makes her way slowly to a low divan not far the sofa they’d reclined on at the start of kocaeli escort the evening. Once there, she kneels upon it; JJ is right behind her, gamin face lost in the deep crevice between those immense cheeks of her mature lover’s ass-flesh. LICK, LICK…SUUUCK…

Without missing a beat, JJ adds a moistened thumb to the mix. It sinks easily into the weakened sphincter muscle, all the way to the second knuckle joint. JJ’s tongue now targets the soft, wet, shaven folds of Maggie’s needy slit. The incredibly-stacked Mother’s heavy, lace-encased bra cups hang low enough for JJ to get her greedy mitts on: she strokes the blunt, stodgy tips through the filmy material, squeezing the tender mounds. Maggie mewls pleasurably; one thing she appreciates about JJ is the attention she pays to her sensitive, outlandishly large boobs. Not pawing like most of her male lovers (including her husband), but firmly squeezing and cuddling them. The combination of two limber digits sliding in and out of her hot rectum, the rough surface of the all-too knowing oral member strumming her clit, and, of course, the fingers and hands paying loving attention to her tingling breast mounds have Maggie’s blood boiling. She wants JJ’s BIG COCK, and she wants it NOW…

PART TWO Maggie inhales sharply through her nose as JJ, now “strapped-on”, pushes into her, deeply…filling her completely. Maggie’s luscious curvy body pulses with each breath…gripping the flesh of Maggie’s left hip firmly, the young “stud” thrusts into her, FIRMLY, in and out.

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Dinner was nice. The three of us helped prepare dinner. Wendy organised the pot we needed for cooking then set the table whilst I peeled and chopped spuds and Bert opened a bottle he selected from the wine collection and sliced up a loaf of bread. Once the spuds were cooking and the table set, we sat down with a glass of wine.

“Here’s to lots of fun, the start of what I think will be a great friendship and the night ahead,” I toasted.

“I hope you don’t think I was pushy or slutty Bert,” Wendy said. Usually I sit back and wait for someone to take the lead and I’m not really sure what came over me today, but something you said made me want you. When you then whispered in my ear that you thought I was pretty and you have not felt so horny for years I just decided we should make the most of the moment.”

“I still can’t believe I came so quick. I’ve not had sex since my wife died but I have masturbated a bit since we met on Friday. None of it seems to have released the pressure. I’m already looking forward to finishing dinner and what might happen after that.”

“Are you always that horny that you masturbate that often?” Wendy asked.

“No, I didn’t masturbate or even really think about sex for 12 months after Kirsty died.. When I started sorting through her stuff after the anniversary of her death I began to get some closure and also found some things that I’d forgotten about. There was a hard drive with photos of the two of us. Teasing, naked porno photos that were kept away from where anyone may find them. That was the first time I had any sexual thoughts and since then I’ve looked at those photos and remembered the good times we shared and masturbated to them every few days.

“Well don’t feel bad that you came quickly before. I know a cock in me is way better than anything I can masturbate with and I’m guessing a real pussy is way better than your hand. You wait until Tony gets his turn later, he will be the same and we had sex twice last night and again this morning. I just know that the first time for him when we play with others is always quick. Do you often lick a woman clean after cumming in her?”

“Well, other than our friends that we used to play with I’ve not had sex with any other woman other than my wife since we married in 1983. My wife never let me lick her clean, but I didn’t try often. It is something that I’ve always wanted to do but usually after I’ve cum I lose interest in that. The friend that we used to play with was always safe sex, they had quite a few others they fooled around with and she used to be allowed to play with guys alone as well so we didn’t think they were safe so I never made any cream pies there.”

“So what changed today? Why did you want to lick your cum out of me?”

“Today I was still horny. Sex with my wife was always a one-off thing and once we were finished I was no longer horny. With you, I was still very horny. It was though I came but my body didn’t register, have you not noticed I have not gotten soft yet?”

“I had noticed, you and Tony are the same.”

“How often do the two of you have sex?” Bert asked. “Before my wife died we used to manage about every second day but weekends were nearly every morning and every evening, but if our friends were with us we might have anywhere from maybe three to eight sessions in a night and that was once every month or so.”

I sat back and listened to the conversation between Bert and Wendy. I was glad she was actively involved in the conversation as she is often the quiet one listening to me. “We tend to be similar, every couple of days usually when we go to bed but when others are with us we might do two or three times before calling it a night. Sometimes we have had a visitor stay overnight and on a couple of those occasions we have a bit more fun the next morning.”

“Given the chance I’d like to make love to you rather than just fuck if that is ok,” Bert said. I’m not saying I love you but you are pretty and an incredibly lovely person; I’d like to see if we can share an intimate time rather than just a frantic fuck if that is ok. Is that too much for you? I hope I’m not stepping over any boundaries.”

“Later on I think that will be nice,” Wendy said. “I think for the next little while though you guys are going to be desperate for sex and you will be enjoying the more frantic pent-up release of lust rather than wanting to make love. I’ve never had sex with anyone with Tony watching before and I could tell from how horny he was that he enjoyed watching, but he won’t last long when we get started. Hopefully you will last longer this time so that you and I are still going after Tony has finished. It won’t take much of him watching us again until he is ready for more. Once you cum then Tony and I will probably still be going and you can watch until you are horny enough to join in again. If the two of you can keep cumming at different times we might see if we can match what you used to do with your neighbours and get towards eight sessions.”

“That escort izmit sounds lovely but those eight sessions might have been from mid-afternoon, starting out in the pool through to mid-morning the next day, not all in one evening,” Bert said.

“Well, we started a bit later than mid-afternoon but today is Sunday and tomorrow is a public holiday, do you have to be anywhere?”

“No but I didn’t bring any toiletries or changes of clothes as I thought we were going on a picnic and wasn’t expecting anything further.”

“We have spare toothbrushes or you can borrow mine if you like. You have just had bareback sex with me and came in my pussy, I think we can share a toothbrush. As for clothes, why would you want any? Tony likes me to wear nice lingerie and sometimes leave some of that on for a play session but I don’t plan on you leaving the house until you go home. If you are more comfortable going home because we don’t know each other that well then of course you can but the way I feel right now you can stay a month!”

“Let us see how the night goes but right now I don’t feel like I ever want to leave. Is it rude to ask some personal questions?”

“Go ahead” Wendy said, “If I’m not comfortable I’ll say so but I won’t know until you ask.”

“Have you ever tried group sex. You have told me that you have met plenty of guys for threesomes and have mentioned couples so I’m guessing foursomes like I used to have but have you ever done anything with groups bigger than that? Multiple couples like an orgy or multiple guys in a gangbang?

“We’ve been to parties where sex is different than meeting the way we have, it is more sort of a ‘just let’s do it’ . Some of those times have been like an orgy because people move around and one cock may replace another. As for a gangbang, I don’t like that term. It is in the same category as calling a girl a slut. I would like to try maybe three or four guys one day but not in the party-type situation where, people just swap around partners midway through.”

“I have never looked at the gangbang word like that, I do understand what you mean though. It sounds like a bunch of guys using a woman rather than the group of people – who just happen to be one woman and a number of men – sharing an enjoyable time. I would like to be part of something like that one day, a fun and respectful version of a gangbang. We should think of a nice name.”

The alarm went off. The spuds needed to be drained and mashed with a knob of butter and some cream. As I mashed Bert lightly toasted the fresh crusty bread he had sliced earlier. Refilling our wine glasses and after quick toilet stops Wendy served up dinner, a lovely casserole with the freshly-mashed spuds.

As we made our way to the table Bert moved behind Wendy and started to lift her shirt. Wendy protested in a token fashion but Bert reminded her that her nipples are no longer in threat of being injured over the stove and proceeded to remove her top and her bra. My cock had relaxed quite a bit while we were finalising dinner but was now standing tall again as – I noticed – was Bert’s. With Wendy now left wearing only her panties we took our seats for dinner.

Bert raised his glass for a toast, “To lots of fun, a shared toothbrush and an enduring friendship.”

As we ate we chatted about mundane things, no sexual thing was mentioned at all and even sitting around partly naked(or mostly in Wendy’s case), it was a very comfortable and relaxed meal.

After we had finished eating Wendy asked who wanted desert and gave a couple of options including fruit and ice cream. None of us actually felt like more food but Bert piped up and asked, “Do you have any cream pie on offer?”

Wendy looked at him curiously, “I’m guessing you are asking about eating me again, and yes it still feels creamy but was it that nice that you want more?”

“You bet, I loved it. You have a lovely, tasty pussy.”

“I did tell you earlier that we had sex this morning before we met you at the park, I also wanted to start with a shower. I wasn’t feeling 100% clean before, but I figured I was just going to get your cock in me and you were not going down on me so it would be ok. Then you had a lick and stuck your tongue right up me and I thought you would have hated it because of Tony’s leftovers still in me.”

“I could smell your pussy when I opened your legs and pulled your panties aside. I’ve not smelt such a divine smell for years. Just the smell of my wife hours after having sex was enough to make me horny and wanting more. I think that may have been a big part of me cumming so quickly.”

I picked up the three plates and as I walked to the dishwasher Wendy said, “Well, maybe you can have more cream pie later but I feel a bit yuck right now so I’m going to have a shower. You can have a shower after me if you like or you can come and scrub my back for me if you wish.”

Bert looked at me and asked if it was ok for him to have a shower with Wendy. “You saw the size of our shower, I’ll be izmit escort joining her and there is room for more so if you want to then feel free. Wendy can scrub my back as you scrub hers.” I told him.

As I stood up from loading the dishwasher Wendy stood, gave me a hug and said, “Let’s go.” She reached her hand out to Bert, took me in her other hand and led the way to the ensuite. Wendy started to unbutton my shirt, looked back at Bert and said, “I don’t shower with panties on, you can take them off me now.”

Bert was quick to grasp the sides of her panties and lower them over her hips. Wendy pulled my shirt from my shoulders then turned around, grasped the bottom of Bert’s shirt and lifted it over his head. We were now all naked and my erection returned, poking into Wendy’s side. I moved around her and reached in to turn on both showerheads as well as our side jets. The builder who had done this extension of our master bedroom, ensuite and retreat had suggested this shower configuration and once all the works were complete had even been the first extra person invited to christen the shower with us. Once the water was at the right temperature I entered the shower and turned to find Bert and Wendy molded to each other, sharing a deep kiss with Bert’s hands holding and massaging Wendy’s bum cheeks.

“Shower’s ready,” I said.

Wendy stepped back from Bert, his cock was at full mast and Wendy had a smear of pre-cum between her belly button and the underside of her boobs. They both entered the shower and I handed each of them one of our body sponges with body wash gel on them. I turned my back to Wendy as she started to scrub my back. It didn’t take her long until she told me to turn around and she started doing my chest and arms, moving down to my firm cock. Bert was still working on Wendy’s back but asked her to lean forward a little. As she did he ran the body sponge down her bum and over her pussy.

“Be gentle with that thing down there,” Wendy told him. “Those parts of me are delicate.”

I watched as he moved his hands back up toward her shoulders, then reached under her arms to grasp her hanging breasts. Bert moved his pelvis forward and his cock ran up between Wendy’s bum cheeks. He pulled back and did the same again and kept repeating that action, however I noticed that each time he was shuffling his body lower so that his cock was starting lower and lower each time. He moved forward but his cock didn’t appear above Wendy’s bum.

“Have you got a pussy full of cock?” I asked Wendy.

“No, it slid around the other way,” she replied as she stood and turned around, preventing any further attempts by Bert to penetrate her pussy again.

“Sorry buster,” she said to Bert. “Tony needs a turn before you get another go and I’m yet to scrub your back… Be a good boy and turn around.”

Wendy added more lotion to the body sponge and gave Bert a back scrub. Her other hand had reached around Bert and as I moved to the side a little I could see she was stroking his cock. I was desperate to cum after watching Bert fuck Wendy earlier, then watching him thrusting against her ass and thinking he had penetrated her pussy again. After 33 years together I knew exactly how to position myself for a direct entry into her pussy with my cock. I got into position, used my hand to encourage her to bend over a little further, and guided myself straight in. I know a little of the lube in her was mine from earlier today, a fair portion was certainly Bert’s, but I’m sure there was a lot of her own womanly juices there because she was sopping wet and that made my entry so easy.

I’d like to say I fucked her for ages to multiple orgasms but there was no way I could last that long. Wendy moaned as I penetrated her, a deep satisfied sound filling the shower cubicle. Bert turned around, saw what was happening and grinned at me. He placed a hand on her shoulders and moved forward hoping – I guess – that she would take him in her mouth. Wendy was enjoying me in her too much and placed a hand on his hip to brace herself whilst I fucked her hard and fast. We know what each other liked and how to get each other off.

“Fuck that feels so good,” I told Wendy. “I won’t last long, are you going to cum with me?

“Just keep going fast like that, I’ll cum when you do.”

“If I last two minutes I’ll be surprised.”

“I don’t care, I want you to cum so we can get out of the shower and get comfortable on the bed with all three of us having fun.”

“Do you want me to stop so we can move to the bed now?” I asked.

“Don’t you dare, I’m close, I want you to cum so that I can.”

“Here it cums,” I said as I felt the contractions starting and my cum started spurting into her. “Oh gee that feels so good, I needed that so badly, you are an awesome lady, I hope you really enjoy tonight.”

Wendy was moaning as she orgasmed. It was over in about two minutes, from the time I entered her until the time she straightened up after trying to expel most izmit kendi evi olan escort of my cum from her pussy and rinsing herself off.

We turned the water off, grabbed towels and dried ourselves.

“Bedroom. Now!” Wendy instructed Bert and myself.

This account would take another 20 pages just to include half of what happened that night, so a summary with a couple of highlights will cover the fun part of it.

It was 7:40pm when we entered the bedroom after our communal shower, we started playing with Wendy laying on her back and us guys each massaging one side of her. I ran my hand up an inner thigh and her legs opened a bit, allowing hand access to her pussy. For a while Bert and I were in sync. As I moved to her upper half he was moving to her lower half but eventually we ended up in the same place. I ran my hand up her inner thigh and felt the back of Bert’s hand brushing mine. I looked up at him as he looked up at me. I mouthed the words ‘finger her’ and as we reached her pussy each of us entered a finger into it. That made Wendy let out a little sigh of happiness but also prompted her to sit up.

“I’m going to get plenty of attention from you two this evening, how about you let me play with you? I want you to kneel beside each other so I can suck you both.”

She looked at Bert and said, “You tried to put this in me before and I didn’t let you; now would you please fuck me doggy style while I keep sucking Tony?”

Bert moved behind Wendy and entered her gently, slowly building up pace. After a couple of minutes he looked at me and asked if I wanted to swap. Wendy told him to please keep going as he was feeling great in her and she was building to an orgasm.

“Last time I came with you, do you think you can cum with me this time?” she asked. “Your cock is hitting just the right spot and if you said you were about to cum I’d be there as well”

“Well I am about to cum, that is why I wanted to swap,” Bert said.

“No need to hold off, I love it when you cum, I want you to cum as often as you can. I don’t care if I don’t cum but this time you have me close, so let’s see if you can get me there again.”

“I really can’t hold back much longer,” Bert said. “I’d love you to cum also, I’m so, so close. Can I cum in you again or do you like it somewhere else?”

Don’t you dare pull out, just push in deep and fill me up. I can feel you getting harder and bigger in me, you are close aren’t you.”

“No, not close, I’m cumming now,” Bert groaned as he fired off his second load of cum into Wendy’s pussy.

We were still going strong a couple of hours later when my phone rang. I had cum a few minutes earlier and was recovering whilst watching Bert giving Wendy a slow fuck from his position behind her. He had her left leg lifted up and I could see his shaft entering and exiting her vagina amongst the mess of creamy cum that was smeared all around her pussy. I had cum twice since the shower and although I had stirrings in my loins again, I doubted my ability to cum again. Bert had cum three times and seemed to be getting close to a fourth orgasm. I don’t think I could get close to his description of eight times like he used to do with his wife and neighbours.

I looked at the phone and it was a private number, so I let it go to message bank. About 30 seconds later the phone rang again, once again a private number. Thirty seconds later another call from a private number. Thinking there must be an emergency, I answered the call this time.

“Hi Tony, this is Rob. Sorry to be calling so late. I’m in Wangaratta and calling from the cop shop. I was driving through town after visiting my Dad and I stopped for fuel and a coffee a couple of hours ago at the golden arches back on the highway and some prick stole my car. Any chance you could put me up for the night? My son can come and pick me up tomorrow but he has had a few too many drinks this evening.”

I told him we had visitors but it should be ok. I couldn’t say no to a friend in such a situation, it would mean it was the end of our fun for the night. Rob wasn’t a play friend, he was a guy Wendy had gone to primary school with and who I had met in high school. We saw him every so often as we shared similar interests and followed the same footy team. I asked if he wanted me to pick him up but he said the cops were happy to drop him off at our place and he could be here in about 10 minutes.

During the call I’d walked out of the bedroom and as I walked back I saw Wendy on top of Bert, his cock buried deep in her and cum flowing over his balls. My own cock twitched but I had to stop the fun times.

“Sorry Bert and Wendy. We have a visitor arriving in a few minutes.”

“I’ll just grab my stuff and get going,” Bert said.

“No need for that” I replied, “I told Rob we had visitors. Rob doesn’t know anything about us ever having bedroom visitors though, so no mention of that and all is fine, you are welcome to stay the night. You will have to sleep in one of the spare rooms though.”

“I need a shower before Rob gets here,” Wendy stated as she went to the ensuite. Bert and I decided we needed showers also. Bert went to use the main bathroom at the other end of the house while I shared with Wendy.

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FIRST BLUSH

The thirty-piece band was playing the first song I recognized since I got here: It Had To Be You. It was Memorial Day, and I was standing in the corner at a 400 guest wedding. It was definitely the most grandiose event I’d ever been attended. I decided I didn’t like grandiose events. Which I guess makes sense because I’m more comfortable with my nose buried in a textbook than at a party. I would have stayed in my back yard reviewing math proofs and getting ready for next fall if I could have.

But an 18-year-old distant cousin of mine was getting married, and my father decreed that I had to come, so I here I was. I was wishing for a simple picnic and fireworks in the gorgeous holiday sunshine instead of getting lost in the throng of the well dressed.

A brunette in a fancy, low-cut red dress stepped in front of me. I recognized her immediately.

“Hi,” she said and smiled a mega-watt smile. “You’re obviously one of Joe and Marsha’s sons, but I’m not positive which one. “

“Eli,” I said.

At the same time she said, “Eli?”

I nodded.

“I thought so.”

It was easy to see how she could be unsure. I had three younger brothers, and we were all very close in age. We all had the same fair coloring with flaming red hair and a smattering of freckles.

“I’m Dawn,” she said, touching her chest.

“I know,” I said. “You like exactly the same.”

I hadn’t seen her in about nine years. She was ten years older than me, which would make her 32.

“You don’t. Look at you, all grown up. The last time I saw you, you were like a shy colt. Those amazing, piercing baby blues are exactly the same though.”

I felt a slight blush run to the top of my cheeks at the compliment.

“Thanks,” I said.

She came and stood beside me, so we were shoulder to shoulder.

“Happy Memorial Day,” she said with a good dose of sarcasm as she looked out at the crowd.

I tried not to roll my eyes.

“You know what would make this shindig even better?” she asked.

“What?”

“Three hundred and twenty-five less people.”

I smiled. I’d always liked her.

“I heard you graduated from college.”

She lived on the East Coast; I lived on the West Coast. But her mom and my mom kept up with each other. Still, it surprised me she knew.

“Yeah, last year.”

“And you majored in math, something specific, ah, data analytics or something.”

The way she said data analytics I could tell she had no idea what that meant.

“Yup.”

She was an artist. I tried to remember what she did for a minute. Scarfs? “You still making those batik scarfs?” Whatever the hell batik was.

“Yeah,” she said. She turned to me and her face let up. “A chain of gift shops associated with international museums picked them up, so I’m really busy with orders.”

“That’s great.”

“Mmn-hmn.”

We were silent for a minute watching the people dance, drink, and cavort.

“Gay?” she said.

WHAT?

“Excuse me?” Heat flooded my cheeks. My ears tingled the blood rushed there so fast. Damn. The top of my ears were probably beet red.

“I didn’t mean to step all in your business. If you don’t want to talk about it or anything, that’s okay.”

“Um, ah.”

“I was just curious, you know, if you had a boyfriend.”

I blushed harder. I gulped. “Kah.”

“Never mind.”

Jeez. No one had ever asked me that. But I didn’t want to be in the closet or anything.

“Um, yeah, I am. What, do you have super gaydar or something?”

“Pretty much. And it can run in families. Of course there are the other two.”

“What? Who?”

She looked at me like I was nuts. Her expression said, ‘How could you not know?’ But she didn’t answer me.

“Anyway,” I said. “Yes, I’m gay. No, I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Well,” she said. “I don’t have a boyfriend right now either.”

The bride and groom danced by leading a long conga line. The bride had on a plastic tiara that read ‘bride’, the groom had on a hat that read ‘groom’. The bridesmaid had on a hat that said ‘Memorial’, and the best man had on a hat that said ‘Day’.

“Oh dear,” Dawn said.

When the conga line passed Dawn said, “I have someone who you have to meet.” She grabbed my bicep and pulled me across the dance floor. I thought perhaps she meant another cousin or something until we were almost to the big French doors. A shaft of light highlighted a very handsome man standing in profile to us.

I started to pull back as I tensed into full alert. My heart sped up. Dawn tightened her grip on my arm.

“Hey Greg,” Dawn called.

He turned to face us and I thought, when novelists write ‘they saw each other across a crowded room and he felt an instant attraction’, this is what they’re talking about.

Then we were next to him. Dawn was speaking, and I had to work to concentrate.

“…Is a math genius specializing izmit escort in data analytics. Greg is the Dean of Astrophysics.”

Still holding my arm, she put her other hand on Greg’s arm and pulled us both so we stood closer together.

“Oh, I see somebody I have to talk to. Bye.” She scurried off. I looked at her retreating back. What?

Greg stuck his hand out. “Greg Stricklane.”

I reached out to shake it, on automatic reaction. “Eli Karkowski.”

“Pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise,” I said.

“Data analytics,” he said.

I nodded.

“How do you apply it?”

That’s what people ask when they mean, ‘What the fuck would you use that for?’ or ‘Where could you possible use that?’ or ‘I have no idea what that is?’ I stifled an inner sigh.

Maybe he saw my expression because he said, “Noooo, I mean do you apply it?”

I launched into a huge speech about applications of mathematical neural networks in medicine, ecological planning, and population control. I stopped myself after about three sentences. A tiny blush started across the bridge of my nose. Oh God, how embarrassing.

“Sorry. That’s really boring unless you’re a total math geek.”

“I am a math geek. Physics is largely math.”

“Hmm,” I said. “Well, applying data analytics to astrophysics,” I said. “This is pretty new, we can take photos of stars and galaxies, run them through the new proofs and equations, make 3-D extrapolations, and use them for more complex mapping, rocket building, and things like to tell professors where they should be looking for new stars.”

Greg leaned forward until his lips were very close to my ear. “You know intelligence is a huge turn-on.”

I blushed from my hairline to my collar.

“Nice.” He chuckled. “So is a delicious blush.”

Holy shit. Dawn didn’t introduce me to Greg because he was a science geek. She introduced me to him because he was gay! I guess my gaydar didn’t work as well as hers.

“Ahhhh… well, I can send you some links if you’d like.”

“Yes. I like.”

Hard to miss that one.

“Um… ahh….” I blushed harder. Damn fair coloring.

“It’s getting stuffy in here,” Greg said. “Would you like to go outside and walk in the gardens?”

I put my finger under my collar. It was suddenly too tight. I pulled at the neck of my shirt more but it suddenly was closing in on my adam’s apple with a choke hold. I couldn’t speak. I nodded.

He walked out the glass doors, and I followed. The flowers were in riotous bloom, and the colors and sweet smells provided a welcome distraction from my nerves. Greg led me into a hedge maze, and the relative privacy both terrified and excited me.

A brief burst of fireworks exploded across the river. We stopped to admire the red, white, and blue spider-shape sparkles.

“It’s usually one of my favorite holidays,” Greg said.

“But not today?” I asked.

He stared at me intensely. “No. Today it is absolutely my favorite holiday.”

My face got hot, and I looked down and pushed dirt around with my toe.

“I could stand to walk around a little more,” I said.

We walked in a comfortable silence. I felt like I should say something, but I didn’t want to ruin how good it felt walking beside him. I kept taking surreptitious glances at him. My hopes soared so high. His dapper grey suit looked like it cost more than my car, and I wondered if it would feel silky. I longed to touch it. My fingers clenched and unclenched slightly.

It was weird how comfortable I felt around him, because I’m usually not only shy, but a little cautious around new people. Instead I felt sort of the way I would with someone I’ve known for a long time and was really comfortable with, if you added a dose of hoooo-boy excitement into the comfort mix.

Like riding in the world’s most luxurious airplane. And standing in an open doorway with a parachute.

“So, my friend,” he said with a smile and a great deal of humor in his voice. “Would you like to come see my collection of etchings?”

Even I recognized that for the over-the-top pick-up line it was meant to be, and we both burst out laughing. Then I held my breath. I waited for my brain to catch up and be able to form an appropriately witty answer.

I thought, ‘Oh no, please don’t blush again.’ But I did. I couldn’t find any words to say how much I wanted him.

He brushed a finger against the back of my hand ever so lightly. “Too soon?”

I shook my head. Then I nodded my head. Then I nodded my head more vigorously.

I wiped my palms on my pants. “Actually,” I said when I could find my voice, “Art appreciation is a turn-on.”

He smiled at me. God, he had a great smile.

“Come on, my car’s this way.”

I followed him out to a big side parking lot and was almost to his car when I blinked myself out of stupor. “Wait a sec, I have to go back inside and tell my family I’m leaving.”

“Okay. I’ll wait here.”

I ran in, found one of my brothers, and in the vaguest terms possible told him I had a ride, and he should tell Dad. I ran izmit escort bayan back out to Greg. I was almost panting when I got back out. That got another superstar smile from him.

Jeez Eli, eager much?

“Ready?” he asked.

Oh yeah. Like for about five years.

He held the door open for me. I couldn’t decide if that was weird or the kindest, most romantic gesture I’d ever seen. I opted for the latter and gave him a tentative smile.

I didn’t know what kind of car it was, but I sank into the luxury of the seats and stared at the dials, which reminded me of the console of a plane or a space ship—although I’d never seen one.

Greg rocketed us down the wide tree-lined road with a finesse that was a 180 from how I drove. He handled the curves like a pro, and I wondered if his proficiency extended to other things.

That thought made me think where we were going literally and figuratively. I could hardly just blurt out that I was a virgin, never even been kissed. Wasn’t it supposed to be painful the first time? What if I was no good at it? What if this was my one chance to experience what it was like with a guy, and I messed it up?

My heart pulsed a pulverizing fast rhythm as it galloped away from me trying to burst out of my chest. I clenched my jaw, then my fists, then my eyes, then the rest of my face. I probably looked like I was sucking on a sour lemon. All of my skin flushed hot, surely turning me a hue slightly darker than tomato red.

I told myself to breathe, but I couldn’t.

I heard the car screech as it swerved. Greg cut across three lines and abruptly pulled over.

“What, what?” he asked.

I couldn’t open my eyes. I couldn’t face him. The space in the car closed in around me. I turned an even darker shade. I’d bite off my arm before I’d tell him I was a virgin.

“Eli, what’s going on?”

Um. Heart palpitations, sweaty palms, trouble breathing.

“Eli, answer me, what’s going on?”

I couldn’t speak.

Greg grabbed my chin firmly and turned my face to him.

“Eli, open your eyes.”

I did and I could feel them frantically darting around the car. Like my eyes were wild horses desperately trying to escape.

“Eli, look at me.”

I shook my head ever so slightly.

“Eli.” His voice was firm. Calm. I looked at him. “I want to know, right now, what you’re thinking and feeling that has you looking like you’re about to stroke out.”

I didn’t answer.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We don’t have to go to my place. We can go to a fancy restaurant, or for a walk in the park, or to a bar. I can take you back to the wedding.”

The pressure around my heart released but the air also got colder. “I don’t want to go back to the wedding, or anywhere else,” I said. “I want to go to your place.”

“We can go to my place and not do anything,” he said. My shoulders relaxed a little bit, and I think my color returned to normal.

“I want to do everything,” I whispered.

He shrugged slightly and gave me a look that I interpreted to mean, ‘So what’s the problem?’

Then his eyes widened. I could see when he got it. “Oh God,” he said.

Greg unhooked his seatbelt and then unhooked mine.

“Shit,” he said.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I want to. Anything. Everything.”

Greg leaned forward, nuzzled my neck, put his lips near my ear.

God he smelled so good.

“I’ll be gentle,” he said softly.

My cock jumped, straining toward him.

“Very gentle.”

I said the first thing that came to my mind, “I don’t want you to be gentle. I want you to be fierce.”

He let out a quiet, growling sound deep in his throat.

“I just need you to be slow. Very, very, very slow.”

“Eli, I can be glacier if that’s what you need. As long as you give me the honor of letting me get you there.”

Greg brushed my lips with his, ever so softly.

The most magnificent thing I’d ever felt.

He backed up a little, and I stared into his eyes. I’d thought they were brown, but this close I could see little streaks of gold in them.

Greg rubbed his thumb over my bottom lip. I touched the light brown wave of hair that hung low over his forehead, pushing it the side.

He palmed the side of my face, tilted my face, and leaned in to kiss me.

Oh yes. This was where I was meant to be. His tongue explored my mouth in a slow, sensual rhythm. I thought of stars and heaven and how could I possibly get more.

I grabbed the suit jacket material on his shoulders, desperate to get him even closer to me. The fabric was silky, but it was nothing compared to the smooth wonder of his kiss.

He came up for air.

“I could do that for twenty-four hours straight. And then twenty-four hours more,” I said. “Please Greg, please. It’s so good; kiss me again. Show me.”

He chuckled and then kissed me again, harder, pushing me back into the seat. I kissed him back with everything I had. I wanted to put his hand on my cock, which was begging for his touch, but I was too izmit sınırsız escort shy.

Greg broke off the kiss again. “Better?”

“Much better.” I wanted to get him naked as soon as possible. Did that make me a cliché? The stereotype of a gay guy who hooks up with someone he barely knows? I felt like I should ask him some questions to get to know him better, but my cock was throbbing, and my head was reeling.

Come on Eli, come on. Get enough blood to your brain to make an attempt at conversation. I was really having a hard time with that. Work brain, work.

“So you have any siblings?”

“One younger sister. She’s good friends with the groom, which is how I got roped into going to that monstrosity in the first place.”

“So you have a favorite place to vacation?” What is this, twenty questions. Shut up, Eli, shut up.

“Yeah, Aruba. You ever been there?”

“Ut-uh. My parents won free tickets to three days stay in Aruba and couldn’t go, so they gave the prize to my sister and me. We decided to make a whole week vacation of it, and we had such a good time, we’ve gone back every year since. Their slogan there is ‘One happy island’. You can’t beat that.

There was a lull in the conversation and I struggled to think of something else to ask him.

“Did you always want to be an astrophysicist?”

“No, when I was a little boy I wanted to be an astronaut… but I was afraid of flying.”

I laughed.

“Then I found out I was colorblind and that nixed that.”

“You’re colorblind?”

“Absolutely and completely.” He feathered his fingers over the freckles on my one of my cheeks and across the bridge of my nose. “But I can tell that you’re a redhead.” He brushed his lips over the freckles on the other side. “With the palest milky-cream skin. And I’m betting those super intelligent eyes, with their piercing stare, aren’t the intense grey I see but a brilliant blue.”

He moved toward my eyes, and I closed them as he kissed each eyelid.

“Are they blue?”

I nodded.

“Thought so.”

Then he kissed me again, hotter this time. I felt like I knew enough about him now. Hell, even if he turned out to be a serial killer it would be worth it for this. Although I doubt my cousin would introduce me to a serial killer.

I smiled against his lips.

“What?” he asked.

“Thinking too much,” I said.

“I can fix that.” Then he kissed me. The car melted away, my body melted away, my ability to think, or move on my own melted away. I don’t know what he did to get me to surrender not just my mouth, but my whole being, but whatever it was, he could do it again and again. His tongue teased mine with perfect carnal thrusts.

Fireworks exploded, their booms seemingly too close. I lazily opened my eyes from half-mast to all the way open. When I bent my neck I could see the rocketing blooms open high in the sky through the top of the front windshield.

“When I kiss you, I see fireworks,” I said.

“When I kiss you, I only see you,” Greg said. “But there’s fireworks for sure.”

More fireworks exploded, sounding like gunshots.

“I might not see them, but I definitely hear them,” Greg said.

‘That’s my heart,’ I wanted to say.

He kissed me again.

“And I feel them. Boy do I feel them,” he said.

He smiled at me and I smiled at him. He was a sap! I liked it. I bit my bottom lip. His eyes followed the motion.

An even bigger rat-a-tat sound had us both ducking.

“Maybe we should get out of the danger zone,” Greg said.

Might be impossible while I’m with him.

“Definitely,” I said.

Greg turned the car back on, and we zoomed toward his place. I tried to think of all the ways adrenaline junkies get drunk going high speed. Because whatever it is guys who jump out of parachutes feel, I thought that might be close to what I was feeling. Nothing solid above, no firm ground below, wind rushing by with equal parts ‘hell, yeah,’ and ‘oh, shit.’

I put my hand on the smooth surface of my window. Trees flashed by, and I focused on the dappled sunshine from the late afternoon shining through, making the glass the perfect warmth.

Then we were there. The parking lot of his apartment building.

“Last chance to change your mind and turn this into a date where we go to 7-11 and get a slushie.”

I shook my head. “I’m all slushied out. I had my fair share of slushies at the wedding.”

I need something more like Grand Mariner or top-notch scotch, Greg. Something sophisticated and smooth. I think that’s you.

We were quiet in the elevator. My doubts leapt back in, attacking like giant spiders from a sci-fi movie.

He took a second fumbling for the right key to his door, and I reminded myself that freaking out—or worse, passing out—before getting over the threshold would be the epitome of uncool.

Then he opened the door. I walked into his living room decorated in soothing white with touches of black and grey.

I hardly believed it, but there, on his wall, was an amazing collection of zinc squares with thin-as-a-pen line grooves, and matching prints. Etchings.

I laughed.

“I thought that was a line,” I said.

“It was,” he said. “Why do you think I bought the etchings?”

“Jeez,” I mumbled. “How many boyfriends have you had?”

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The bad part: I was sitting in a classroom…half full of people.

Just the glimpse I had made my nipples stiffen but I quickly close the browser and tried the search again, this time with new criteria. Again the results were the same. And I was extremely turned on. Luckily, I was on the back row with no one directly beside me.

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Soon, just rubbing my thighs together wasn’t getting it. I had to have more. I quietly excused myself and made my way to a bathroom I knew no one ever went in. Yes, there was one on campus, at least this time of day.

Just a little further, then I could relieve the build up that was accumulating so I had to walk very slowly just to keep my balance.

Each beylikduzu escort step, each slight movement of my legs was killing me. Oh, I had forgotten this detail, when I arrived at the bathroom the outer door had a latch to keep others out. This was turning out to be perfect! I locked the door and immediately unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.

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The peak, so close, my hips were bucking off the floor, wanting more, needing more, and I began seeing specks of white, my toes went numb, and I came harder than ever before. So hard, in fact, I blacked out. I wasn’t sure how long I was out, but when I came to, there were 4 guys standing in the doorway staring at me.

Guess I was too busy to latch the door properly.

To be continued…

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Unemployed in a depressed nation, Maddy Blotz chooses to live as a sex doll until the economy improves. Her owner, Paul, modifies her breasts, ass, and legs with illegal add-ons that become real when a safety feature, activated by an apartment fire, allows Maddy to turn back into a human for the first time in years. Now, Maddy and Paul return to their apartment in the hopes of finding her original body parts in the ashes of their former home.

It was all gone: the clothes, the bed, the apartment. The walls were black and the place smelled like rubber ash.

“I found the suitcase,” Paul said. He hauled it out of what remained of the closet. It fell apart in his hands, and what remained was a thick webbing of melted silicone: Maddy’s original parts.

“Look, I know guy,” Paul said. “He makes stuff like this all the time. I can get him to replace your…”

“What the hell,” Maddie muttered, kicking at a charred piece of wood on the floor. “Assholes and their damn cigarettes…”

“Come on, let’s get home.”

“God damn it!”

Climbing the stairs was a pain. The safety switch that had brought Maddy back to life. She could move and talk again, but it wouldn’t last forever. After two weeks of waiting to search their apartment, Maddy felt stiff: the kind of feeling she’d get when she woke up in the morning, except it lasted all day. She had only climbed up the stairs because of the hope that she might find the rest of her body, and now she had to walk back down again.

Paul paid for a taxi that he couldn’t afford and helped Maddy to their hotel room. The City had put everyone up in a hotel after the fire. Maddy stayed there while Paul went to work, pondering what she’d do if she never got her body parts back. Before she could start thinking again, Paul called his contact. “Jonah will know what to do.”

Before Paul could even say “hello”, Maddy ripped the phone out of his hands. “Please, Jonah…whoever you are…you’ve got to help me! I don’t want to stay like this forever. I know it sounds stupid,” she sobbed, “…but you’re our only hope and I can’t say it any better than that.”

Jonah hung up. She threw the phone and fell on the bed, sobbing. Paul wrapped his arms around her.

“I thought that would work,” she sniffed. “I’m sorry!”

“I’ll keep trying. I already bought a lot from this guy. He’ll have to listen.”

“If you’d just kept me the way I was I’d be normal. Now I’ve got these huge boobs and we’re screwed! They’ll never let me be a doll again. I can’t work looking like this!”

“Will you calm down? I just called the guy once, I’ll do it again tomorrow.”

“And what if he doesn’t answer, Paul? Did you think of that?

Suddenly, the phone rang. Paul dove across the room to answer it. “It’s Jonah!”

“What?” Maddy sniffed.

Paul handed the phone to her. “He wants to talk to you.”

She fumbled the phone in her drowsy fingers. “Hello?”

“You Maddy?”

“Yes…” She listened to everything he said, and then the line went dead.

“What did he say?”

“He said he can help,” she beamed. “He wants me to meet him tomorrow!”

“I’ll come with you.”

“No, he said I have to come alone.”

“That’s crazy, you’re not going alone. I’ll call out of work.”

“Paul! He said he wants me alone, and you can’t call out of work; we need the money.”

“But I’m not letting you go—where did he say to meet?”

“He said to go to Ironbound.”

Paul flipped. “You’re not going to Ironbound! You’re going to get mugged…at least!”

“Stop it, I’ll be fine.”

“For the last time—”

“I’m going!” Maddy snapped. “You called the man, asked him to help, and now that he wants to help you’re going to fuck everything up? Do you have another plan? Do you have a million dollars stashed somewhere to fix me? No? Then shut up!”

Paul wilted. He sat on the bed quietly. He didn’t even look at Maddy for the rest of the night. Maddy realized she’d hurt him, but was too angry to apologize. She had to go tomorrow. If Jonah told her to go to Afghanistan tomorrow she would have gone. She couldn’t get caught, and she couldn’t go home looking like a whore.

City Services couldn’t find a bra big enough for Maddy. The only one she had was from the thrift store, and it squeeze her chest so hard that she looked like she tried to stuff herself into a training. For that reason, she walked braless to the Ironbound district, hoping her heavy coat would hide her boobs. She was still stiff. Sometimes she felt like she was limping the entire way, but block after block, she forged ahead. Every minute that passed was another minute closer and closer to becoming a doll again.

The instructions were simple: go to the Ironbound district. It was the part of the city where the manufacturing had been done. The factories went out of business, got turned into low-income housing, and then got surrounded by bodegas and chicken joints. A lesser woman than Maddy would have worried knowing she was the only white woman on Burr Street, the street beylikdüzü escort she was on now. She just limped ahead, not knowing if she was being watched, and not caring.

“I see you.”

Maddy whipped around and tripped over her stiff legs. Jonah caught her. He held her in his lanky arms.

“Don’t worry, Maddie. I got you. Let’s get going.”

“How did you know who I am?”

“Get in the car first.” He helped Maddy into the seat like she was an old lady. When he pulled onto the street and turned the corner, he pulled out his phone.

“A few months ago I asked Paul if he was happy with all the mods I sent him. He sent me this.” It was a picture of Maddy: dollified, naked, and with Paul’s dick in her mouth. “It was a good answer.”

“Ugh…”

“Now you have to put this blindfold on. It’s just so you can’t see where we’re going, but if you take it off and I’ll shove you right out the door without stopping.”

Maddy put on a blindfold, and as she felt the car turning all she could think about was that stupid photo of Paul’s dick in her mouth. They reached a warehouse and Jonah helped her inside.

“Just relax,” he said, taking the blindfold off. “We’re going to do a cast of your face, so sit down and get comfortable.”

“My face? I don’t need that: I need boobs, a butt, and legs.”

“Can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“Too expensive. I have a better plan.” He handed her a jar of petroleum jelly. “Rub this on your face.”

“You said you would help: why don’t you just make the parts?”

“Rub the stuff on your face while you argue: it saves time.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“Look,” Jonah said, pouring some blue powder in a bucket. “I’m not doing this for free. All I can give you is a face on credit, and if you borrow another doll and stick that face on her it should buy you some time.”

“Time? We need parts!”

“Anytime you want to leave is fine with me. I’ve got plenty of work to do.”

“Where the hell are we supposed to get another doll?”

Jonah shrugged.

“I could just run outside and find out where we are. I’ll tell the police.”

“Go ahead, but it’s going to be a long walk on those stiff legs of yours. You might even change back before you get home.”

“But…”

“Put the shit on your face, please,” he said. “You’re lucky to get what you have.”

Maddy sat back on the reclining chair. It was torn and dirty, but functional. In the darkness she imagined Paul’s dick in her mouth again. That image stuck in her head like it was branded on her brain.

“You’re lucky you’re still human,” Jonah said. “Face molds are much better-looking when you take them from live models.”

Maddy couldn’t speak. She had five pounds of blue clay on her face and any movement could ruin the mold.

“You’d be surprised how many guys want to swap out the faces on their dolls.”

Maddy was not surprised. Fortunately, eye-rolling didn’t damage the mold.

“I get a lot of requests. Do you know how many times someone asked me for a face mold of Tifa LaRouge? Ever since the Wushu movie guys keep asking and asking. I keep telling them, ‘Unless I can get her in my studio, I can’t do it.’ No one ever reads the web site, though.”

He was quiet for a moment.

In a way, sitting in the reclining chair was like being a doll again. Paul used to talk to her in the morning before work, or when he was eating dinner. Jonah barely had a quiet moment. Maddy never thought that men could talk so much. All it seemed to take was making sure that you could never talk back.

“Would you mind me touching your thighs?”

She gave him a thumbs down.

“Just to feel their shape. I have customers who would pay big money for thighs like these.”

She put her thumb down harder.

“It’s fascinating what people want. I mean, big boobs and asses are pretty standard. I think longer you have a love doll, the more people think that they would just be a little better if their ass was bigger, he laughed. “They get pretty specific, these guys. They don’t just want a big ass, they want a big black ass.”

Maddy sighed.

“You can’t just make an ass and cast it in brown silicone either. When these guys say that they want a black ass, they want a black ass. I can’t tell you what the difference is, but let me tell you, there is a difference. People ask for all kinds of races, sometimes three at a time. I’ve got Asian chests, white girl chests, Latina chests…they mix and match that shit. One time I got an order for big, rich white-girl boobs with an Asian butt, and a black girl’s face all cast in white. I don’t mean your kind of white, either: I mean pure white.”

Maddy tried falling asleep, but Jonah’s voice echoed between the studio walls and was hard to tune out.

“Not that it’s hard to find volunteers. There are plenty of girls who’ll sit in the chair for fifty bucks. It’s about finding the right girls: physically, I mean. One time, I was trying to find a black woman for a butt cast. I was on escort beylikdüzü 115th street in Ironbound…I walked around for hours, just some skinny white boy giving all the girls the eye. I thought I was going to get fucked up, but I found her.

“I swear, she was sitting in front of a fried chicken stand; I am not being racist or anything. She had this pile of bones on her plate and her ass was just pouring off of the chair. She had these pink sweatpants on and…oh man. I could have made a fortune off that ass. I don’t mean to sound like a pervert—I mean, I know what I am—but I missed out on the lottery.”

‘What happened?’ Maddy wondered.

“I asked her if she wanted a little money and she was like, ‘I ain’t doing that. I ain’t nobody’s bitch,’ and whatever. I explained, I really did! I offed her two-hundred bucks but she was like, ‘I’m a woman and I ain’t for sale,’ and some shit. I had to get out before somebody she beat me up.”

Jonah sighed. He was quiet for a time. “At least, none of the other girls said no.”

When the plaster was dry Jonah peeled it off. Maddy took a look inside and saw a perfect negative of her face, eyes closed, mouth agape in that perfect “o” shape.

“My eyes weren’t closed when I was a doll.”

“Yeah, I’ll sculpt it to make your eyes look open

When Maddy sat up and her back cracked so loudly that it echoed through the studio.

Jonah stared at her. “You’re changing back, aren’t you?”

“It’s just the long sit-down in the chair,” she lied.

He nodded. Suddenly he had a smirk on his face.

“What?”

“I was just thinking,” he said. “I’ve touched those breasts before, when I was making them.”

Suddenly, Maddy realized that the whole time she’d been in the chair, he could have been staring at her tits without her knowing. She was braless, wearing a shirt that was two sizes too small. There was no way he didn’t notice.

“What do they feel like?” he asked. “I mean, I made those parts, and now they’re part of your body. What’s it like?”

He was eager, Maddy realized. The man who was going to loan Paul a copy of Maddy’s face so that another doll could masquerade as her, wanted to know what it was like to be a fake. Maddy thought for a moment. She could tell him what he wanted to hear so that he might want to help more. She knew that Jonah liked her. On top of that was the fact that she couldn’t get that picture out of her mind: Paul with his stupid cock in her mouth. All that and the thought of returning to her horrid hotel room made her want to do stay and fuck him.

“I want to be normal,” Maddy said. That was all.

Jonah drove Maddy back to the subway platform and left without another word. Riding the train back, Maddy couldn’t help but think she

Two days passed, and Maddy was so stiff and slow that she could barely get out of bed. Paul found a cane in the thrift store that she could use, but it wasn’t as if she could go anywhere. She had no job, no family, and no chores. Daytime television did little to fill the gap.

It wasn’t as if she hadn’t had empty moments before. She had spent years as a doll, lying in the same position for hours with no hope of doing anything. She had accepted it, though. Immobile, she could look forward to Paul coming home. She was grateful when he turned on the radio for her, switching the stations every few days so that she wouldn’t get tired of the music. She was excited when he propped her in front of the television, or brought home some new clothes for her. Paul still scoured the thrift stores after work, and he often circled the interesting shows on the TV guide for her to watch while he was working, but it wasn’t fun anymore.

It reminded Maddy of a Funland Station, a little amusement park she went to when she was a kid. She loved it so much she used to cry when they had to leave, but over the years they visited less and less. One summer when Maddy visited with her friends, everything seemed so much smaller than she remembered. The merry-go-round was slow and cramped, and the roller-coaster was tame and short. The water park was just a wading pool and little trickles of water oozing out of poorly-painted dragon fountains. Maddy felt bored, like she could have done something better instead of sitting around with a bunch of screaming, crying kids. Now that she wasn’t a doll anymore, the hotel room felt smaller than Paul’s apartment ever did.

Poor Paul: ever since Maddy yelled at him she felt terrible about it. Still, Paul paid for her meals, and scoured thrift stored for more clothes. As a doll she never ate, and she only wore one outfit that rarely had to be washed (and that was only after a really messy night in bed. She washed the laundry while he was gone, and while it alleviated the guilt, it barely dented the boredom. They rarely spoke anymore. On top of that he had to pay Jonah for a mask when all he really wanted were replacement parts for Maddy.

Bored, guilty, and lonely, Maddy thought for a long time. That night as Paul was sleeping, she copied down Jonah’s beylikduzu escort number and hid it inside her pillow.

She walked though Ironbound, hobbling with her cane. Jonah was in his car, ready to meet her. He had to put on the seatbelt for her due to her slow, fumbling hands. Quickly he drove her to the studio.

“How’s the sculpting coming?” she asked, her voice slow and deliberate. She was wearing her tightest shirt, which made Jonah pause when he took her coat.

“Well?”

“It’s…almost done,” he said. “Want to see?”

“Sure,” she smiled. “Bring it here.”

The face her brought her was a near perfect likeness cast in silicone. Her lips had been airbrushed and finished with fixer, though the eyebrows were still missing.

“I have to put those in soon,” he explained. “It’s intensive: got to clear a few hours from my schedule to make sure I can do it right, but it should be done by tomorrow.”

“So it won’t be ready today?” Her big, unfashionable coat had covered up more than her shirt. She had on shorts that looked like they might disappear between her ass cheeks. Jonah had more than a chance to check out the butt he had made with his own hands. “I was really hoping that I could bring it back. I had a lot of trouble getting here.”

“I’m sorry,” Jonah said. “Still, if you’re willing to stick around, I don’t mind finishing up.”

“Thank you so much for doing this,” she said. “I just wish that we could pay you now. You’ve done such a good job.”

“Thanks. I’m sure you’ll think of some way to pay.”

“You’ve done such good work for us. I mean, not just the face. I was just looking at these breasts today,” she grinned. She ran her finger across her nipple. It was a delicate move, not easy to pull off with her stiff joints. “I was thinking about how hard you must have worked to make them, and now they’re a part of me.”

“You’ve got to love what you do.”

“Oh, you’ve done a lot of me,” she breathed. “You did my tits, you did my ass, and you even did my long, awesome legs. Are there any other parts you want to do?”

Maddy’s tits were right in front of his face. The last time he had been this lose to them was when he made them. That was the last time he had touched them too. Maddie held onto his chair, trying to stay upright and keep herself from falling, and her arms stretched straight down, squeezing her tits between them and pushing them closer to Jonah’s face. She breathed with her mouth open, her lips unconsciously forming into a pouty, welcoming “o”.

Jonah took the bait; he grabbed her and kissed her straight on her pouty lips. Maddy panted and moaned. The feel of his body against hers, and the way he held her tight made her legs weak. She gripped him tightly to keep from falling.

“Promise me you won’t charge,” she said.

He thrust his hand under her shirt. “What?”

“You heard me,” she panted. She could barely stand up. “I do this, and we’re even.”

“Maddy, I need to eat!”

“Eat these…” She pulled off her shirt. Those tits that Jonah had crafted so lovingly bounced before his eyes.

“Alright,” he panted.

“And don’t tell Paul.”

“I won’t.”

“Good boy!” Suddenly Maddy’s legs buckled and she hit the floor. He ass slapped against the wooden floor. She tried to stand, but her legs wouldn’t move. They were reverting and had lost all their strength. Maddy thought she saw the rubbery sheen on her ankles. “Put me on the bed!”

Jonah carried her. At first her legs swung freely as he carried her up the steps, but little by little her joints were tightened. Jonah dropped her on the bed. Her tits and ass were still soft. He pulled her shorts off. She wasn’t wearing panties. Already he was hard, but he fumbled his belt buckle, trying to get his pants off and stick it in. Maddy could only watch. Her entire body felt heavy. She moved only with the greatest effort, concentrating, reaching up for Jonah and wrapping her arms around his chest. He guided himself in.

Strangely enough, that small world was coming back into focus. Maddy held onto Jonah, moaning and gasping for air. “Slow down…go a little deeper…that’s it…” She felt her fingers freeze up. Her warm flesh was turning back into silicone. Her fingertips felt like rubber, and the feeling spread down the rest of her hand. They were little more useful than claws, opening and closing, until they froze up and didn’t move again. They dangled limply on her wrists until that joint too froze up. Maddy’s ankles stiffened. The only reason that her legs stayed open was that Jonah was there, slowly pounding away like a piston.

She still squirmed, though. She couldn’t sit up, but she still arched her back and craned her neck, moaning with pleasure. The thin, rubbery sheen returned to her skin. Her body felt heavy.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered.

“I love you.”

“I love you…take care…of…Paul…”

“Oh God,” he moaned. She could feel the tension in his hands as he grabbed her tits. It was the touch of a man who had felt nothing but silicone his whole life. Maddy thought of all the women he must have had in his studio, none of whom he ever touched, but which he got to know through crafting their pussies and breasts over and over again. Who knew how many women made up her body now?

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