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Epilogue- Never Another Day Without You

I was already liking Paris. No. Loving it. People were clapping quietly in the café as I led Alexa out of it, her arm threaded through mine, my hand clasping hers. Alexa was looking at the ground and blushing, trying to control her smile. She’d said almost nothing since I’d found her.

“Jamais un autre jour sans toi…” she had whispered in my ear, with tears on her cheeks as I hugged her while the café looked on.

***

We walked slowly through the neighbourhood, saying nothing yet. We just wanted to feel one another’s presence. I never once let go of her hand, keeping it clasped in both of mine. Every now and then, she would turn to look at me and I was stunned all over again by her angelic beauty- the limitless depths of her sapphire eyes, the radiance of her golden hair, the purity and joy of her smile…

I’d never been more in love with her. It felt like a dream, walking with her now.

We walked through the Square des Epinettes quietly, letting the warm summer air embrace us. Any ambient noise of the bustling city all around us was lost, because we were focused only on one another. We stopped and just stared at the statue in the center of the park for some time, although I was admittedly only faintly aware of it. There was only us.

We began walking again and I allowed her to lead me wherever it was we were heading.

“We off to an atelier?” I asked, grinning.

Alexa smiled and shook her head. She was so unusually quiet. I think she was still overwhelmed by my presence. “Afraid not. Just a little apartment off Roberval, sort of tucked away beyond notice.”

“That sounds nothing like you.” I mused.

“I couldn’t agree more,” she said quietly. “Let me take you there.”

We walked casually through the streets, eventually reaching Rue Roberval, and she brought us around behind a large, old building, the foundations of which dated back to the 1700’s at least. We entered through a small, walled-off garden and she used a small, antique key to access a stairwell. Two flights up and she brought us to a door.

“Promise not to laugh?” she asked as she put the key in the ancient lock.

“No.” I replied simply, making her shake her head. She opened the door and led me inside. The apartment was tiny, basically one medium-sized room with several half-partitions meant to give it a multi-room feel. The living room was also the bed room. A tiny kitchenette terminated in a small round table perhaps big enough for two. The bathroom was a closet large enough to hold a toilet, a sink and a skinny shower stall. If I used the toilet, my lower legs would be visible in the hallway, it was that small. The walls were a light grey with floral wallpaper trim. Some plants hung form the ceiling and a radio that might have been older than Paris itself sad next to her bed.

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” I mentioned, making her blush.

“I’ve only been here three days,” she murmured. “Nothing here is mine. I… I didn’t-”

She stopped talking as I hugged her to me. She didn’t move at first, but then she put her arms around my waist and sighed in what I could only describe as deep relief. I could readily share the sentiment.

“I’ll never let go of you again.” I whispered to her, making her tremble slightly. She looked up at me and tears shone in her eyes.

“And what now, mon coeur?” she asked.

I shrugged and pulled out my phone. “Guess it’s time to check in…”

She watched nervously as I dialed and then her eyes went wide as I pushed the phone into her hand, with the speaker function on. Before she could say anything or hand it back to me, someone picked up on the other end.

“Alex?” resonated my mother’s voice across the line. Her tone betrayed her concern. “Alex?”

With a trembling hand, Alexa replied, her eyes squeezed shut. “Karen?”

“Alli?” mom exclaimed in barely contained shock. “It’s Alli!” I heard her almost yell, the response to which my dad laughing jovially and Freja and Jeanie both crying out in delight. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” she said quietly, not quite sure what to make of all this just yet. We hadn’t really discussed anything since the café, just basking in one another’s presence and never wanting to be apart again. It was entirely possible that she had never expected to speak to her family again, even if I was here. “I… Karen, I-”

“I’m so glad your safe,” mom breathed. “So Alex is there with you?”

“She’s on my phone, mom, so yeah, I’m here with her.” I said, laughing. “I haven’t been sacrificed to the lesbian death cult she, Jeanie and Freja started up just yet.”

“There would Cemre Escort be worse ways for you to go, young man,” mom said dryly. “Now zip your yip and let me talk to my baby sister.”

Alexa sat down on the corner of the bed, still looking both numb and nervous, her eyes distant with trepidation. Not surprisingly, mom spoke first.

“Alli, I’m not going to say much right this second, it’s going to be a quick call,” she began. “There’s a lot for you and Alex to discuss. But I wanted you to know we’re all relieved that you’re fine. I love you and I miss you, we all do.”

“I miss you too…” Alexa said in a voice that was barely more than a whisper, and even then, it nearly cracked with her emotion. Mom ended the call and Alexa stared at the screen for several seconds before looking up at me.

“They were worried…” she murmured.

“Terrified is a better descriptor,” I answered, sitting down next to her on the flimsy fold-out bed, which creaked under my weight. It would have completely broken under dad, but he probably couldn’t even fit in this postage stamp of an apartment. “When we saw you were gone, it-”

Alexa threw herself against me and burst into tears, sobbing. I held her tight, choking back my own anxiety and pain. Her being my aunt was the furthest thing from my mind. All that mattered was that Alexa was the woman I was completely in love with.

“How can you forgive me?” she rasped, trying to control her crying now.

“We’re not worrying about that, Alexa,” I said soothingly, stroking her hair. “There’s so much to talk about.”

I then took her cheeks in my hands and gazed into her beautiful face. “And a lifetime of joy to live.”

She said nothing, just staring into my eyes.

“I’m not gonna say anything blithe like we were right all along,” I said, using my thumbs to wipe the tears away from her eyes. “But I can say that mom and dad sent me to get you and bring you home. As my wife.”

Even through the tears, her eyes were alight with endless wonder. “They… know I’m your wife?”

“A lot has happened since you left,” I answered, nodding. “We talked. A lot. It wasn’t easy on anyone. But in the end, they understood how in love we are. And they know you’re my wife and approve. At least, they’re working on it.”

She just stared into my eyes. “Your wife…”

Then she blinked, almost snapping out of her secret reverie. “Alex, tell me everything, please.”

I smiled and nodded before taking her hands in mine and recounting the entire ordeal from beginning to end, including the role Jeanie and Freja played in its resolution. Alexa listened breathlessly, almost like she was fit to burst. Tears shone in her eyes again.

“I can’t believe after all this they want me back…” she murmured. “I thought they hated me for what I’d done.”

I shook my head. “Alexa, I don’t think anyone could ever hate you. You are, hands down, the most incredible person I know, and I’ve known my parents my whole life.”

She sniffled and booped my nose. “Sweet-talker. I was just thinking the same thing about you, and I know your parents too.”

I drew a deep breath as I composed my thoughts. “I… I won’t say that all of this pain was unnecessary, Alexa, because it might have needed to happen to get us all where we’re supposed to be on this issue. You going missing broke mom’s heart, but she can’t imagine life without you. It was dad who finally came down on our side, and that helped mom do what she so desperately wanted to and approve of us.”

“How can they not hold all this against me?” she asked. “They knew I was in love with you and tried to ease me out of it.”

I chuckled. “Which makes perfect sense at the time and from their perspective. If you weren’t in love with me, and I developed some idiotic teen boy crush on you, dad would have thwapped me on the back of the head and told me to snap out of it.”

She giggled now. “Yeah, I can see that. You would’ve been really annoying if you’d been crushing on me. Always trying to sneak peeks at me, setting up that remote camera in my room…”

I raised an eyebrow. “You knew about that?”

“You’re not that slick, husband-mine,” she said, smirking at me. “I knew about it and decided to indulge you, since I was struggling with my own onslaught of weird feelings for you.”

“Wow, I feel like such a creeper,” I sighed. “In any event, I… don’t know if we’d be here right now, with the rest of our lives together in front of us, if it hadn’t played out this way. I guess love isn’t always easy.”

“I’m just glad they tried to talk to me and didn’t rely on Michael thwapping me on the back of the head,” she mused. “Forget falling out of love with you, I probably still wouldn’t remember my own name. Do you… do you think they’re truly okay with this, Alex?”

“They will be.” I said in an assuring tone. “It’s going to be complicated as fuck, for sure. But they want this now. It’ll just take Cemre Escort Bayan time to get used to it, so we’ll be patient with them. I mean, we’re breaking the law, after all.”

She sighed and nodded.

“Speaking of which, mom wanted to know where we should hold the wedding.” I mentioned. “Denmark? Here in Paris? Wanna go to Australia?”

Her eyes widened. “They want a real wedding for us?”

I smiled and nodded. “I showed them the wedding video and mom was really sorry she missed out on giving you away.”

“They saw the video?” she asked somewhat uncertainly.

“Not all of it, just the first part,” I clarified, laughing. “But I left my laptop with them as a gesture of trust, so God only knows what they’ve seen by now.”

She sighed at the thought. “Well, they’ve already seen the videos of me fucking Jeanie, not to mention my nonsense in Slovenia with Freja when we were younger. Those didn’t bother me. I guess it’s just weird to think of them seeing me making love to you.”

“That’s because it is weird.” I agreed. “But if anyone can handle it, it’s mom and dad. “They’re pretty adaptable in the end, always have been.”

“This is going to cause a lot of problems for them,” she said quietly, looking down our hands, which were clasped. “And we tried so hard to avoid those complications.”

“I know, but they’re willing to take that problem on,” I told her. “We’re going home, Alexa. And our relationship is still illegal there, so we’ll have to keep it on the downlow for now. But our family will do everything they can to make us complete.”

She wiped a tear from her eye. “I can’t believe we’re going home. As husband and wife. But can I…”

“Hmmm?”

Her smile was now almost serene. “We’ll go home, and things will be their own beautiful fun and crazy again. You and your mom driving one another insane, your dad weirding everyone out, depraved sex with Jeanie and Freja… I’m looking forward to home. But do you… do you think they’d let us stay here for a few days or so? I just want you all to myself for a while, Alex.”

I nodded. “I somehow doubt that’s a problem. They’ll understand and approve.”

“Good,” she said finally. “I paid rent on this postage stamp a year in advance, I wanna get my money back…”

***

I was lying on my back, breathing hard as I reached up and squeezed Alexa’s breasts while she churned and writhed on me, my cock deep inside her tight, wet pussy. Her fingernails were almost digging into my pecs as she groaned loudly and with unashamed pleasure.

“Gnnnnnnn, Alex…” she panted. “Oh, God, I missed and needed this…”

“Me too,” I agreed, fondling her as I pushed my hips up and down in time with hers, spearing myself into her body. The old bed creaked like crazy, as did the floor, but we were both beyond caring at this point. What were they going to do, evict us? “I don’t care if it’s only been three days, I’ve missed you.”

“Ah, before this, we -gnnnnnnnn- we hadn’t gone without fucking for weeks…” she gasped. “Oh, God, right there…”

I looked down her body and watched as my glistening shaft slid in and out of her while she moved on top of me, her pussy swallowing my cock greedily. She groaned loudly, and I smirked as I remembered that we’d left the window open. Pretty sure every apartment around us and anyone in the courtyard garden below would know exactly what was going on here.

Alexa sat up and arched her back, pressing down on me and squeezing me tight, her teeth clenched as she fought back a scream of pure ecstasy. I felt her womanhood fluttering around me as she came, her sticky essence bathe both our genitals. She bucked her hips in a frenzy, her hair flailing around her body, a golden corona of delight.

“Cum in me,” she whimpered. “Oh my God, Alex, cum in me, please…”

I gripped her hips tight and rocked against her, moaning as the unreal pleasure washed over me. My cock throbbed as I began pumping my cum deep inside her. The heated, tingling flush blossomed through my whole body, my mind whirling with colours I couldn’t describe, and a deep bliss from being reunited with my wife.

Alexa collapsed on top of me, trembling as she tried to control her breath. She pressed her face into my shoulder and I could feel the tears leaking from her eyes, but I said nothing. I merely held her close and stroked her hair. Words were not required at this moment. I could feel myself pulsing inside her, and her pussy still gripped me wetly, massaging me. My goddess was in my arms again.

She finally let out a deep sigh of contentment and looked up at me to smile, her eyes heavy-lidded and gleaming with pleasure. She pressed her lips to mine, kissing me lovingly as she eased herself off my cock before making her way down my body, nipping gently and kissing at my skin. It was with a sly smile that she finally arrived at my manhood, taking hold of it and then swirling her devilish tongue around Escort Cemre the shaft and head, licking our mingled cum from my skin.

I shuddered and sighed as she slid her mouth over my twitching cockhead and the slid all the way down my length. She hummed in pleasure before beginning to bob up and down, her tongue swirling snaking around. She took her time in cleaning me off, her mouth finally pulling back with a wet ‘pop!’. She smiled up at me while resting her chin on her forearms, which were settled on my thighs.

“Mmmmmmm, been days since I’ve had any real protein,” she purred, using a finger to wipe at the corner of her mouth while she winked at me. “Not planning to go without again.”

“I thought you looked a little sallow.” I quipped, reaching down and stroking her hair. She giggled and kissed my cock again before snaking herself back up my body and snuggling into me. She nuzzled her cheek on my shoulder, her eyes closed. “I missed you.”

“I got that impression,” she mumbled, kissing my skin. “Feeling’s mutual, I assure you. I can hardly believe it, Alex. After weeks of being in love and hiding it, living in fear of being discovered, we’re going to be open about it. It seems unreal to me.”

“Me too.” I agreed. “And there’s a lot of hurdles, still. Forget the whole illegal aspect of this, mom and dad have to broach this with the families.”

“Ugh,” she muttered, making a face. “Your dad’s family, I don’t know how they’ll react, but I’m pretty sure the Gordons and Blackwells will cast a kitten about it.”

“Maybe, but I don’t fancy their chances against mom and dad.”

“True,” she allowed. “Same with my mom. She may’ve been the eccentric one, but nobody messed with her in the Gordon clan.”

“That’s what mom kept telling me.” I mused, reaching down and casually caressing and squeezing her ass cheeks. Her dad was, before his illness, a dominant man, except where Miranda was concerned.

“Apparently, the only person she’d ever proven remotely deferential to was Michael.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” I said dryly.

“Not in the same kittenish way my sister gets when he whips out the testosterone,” she assured me. “She just admired him and knew that he was pretty much never wrong.”

“Lucky for us,” I agreed. “Mom was so emotional about this whole thing that she deferred to him. He’s the head of the household when the chips are down. And he’s convinced he ultimately made the right decision.”

“Thank God,” she sighed. “Although my sister’s right, it’s gonna be a bitch trying to find a church anywhere in town.”

“Well, one problem at a time. The immediate biggies are the families and the university. And whether we like it or not, we’re completely reliant on mom and dad to work those situations out. They really put me through the wringer.”

“Does that bother you?” Alexa asked.

“I think it was completely necessary,” I admitted. “This is, after all, the most important decision we’ll both ever make. I mean, wanting to marry someone you’re unrelated to is a big enough issue, so for the two of us to defy the law, we’d better be pretty damned sure, right?”

She nodded pensively.

“I mean, they challenged me to consider every single aspect of what we were getting into and who it would potentially affect,” I continued. “Not just us, but them, possibly the families in ways we haven’t considered.”

Alexa sighed. “Stuff we’ve been angsting about for weeks already. If they’d only known we were already torturing ourselves.”

“They did eventually. But once it was obvious to them that there was no life for me without you, they were convinced that this was the way to go. They just wanted to make sure I didn’t have some sociopathic disregard for everyone around us.”

She smiled and kissed my cheek. “I’m glad you’re here. I need you to myself. But I’m a little surprised that they didn’t come with you.”

“I think mom would’ve come in a heartbeat,” I mused. “But dad made it clear that you were my wife, and this was my show. Not to mention they probably understood we’d want some time alone, you know?”

“Smart cookie, your dad,” she said happily. “I know I asked already, but are they really going to be okay with this?”

“They will be. It may take some time, so we’d better go easy on them for a bit. I mean, yeah, they’ll let you stay in my cave in the basement now.”

“What you don’t want to stay in my room?” she asked, smirking.

“I’d feel kinda weird having wild, jungle-monkey sex with you while my parents were just down the hall.” I replied, making a wry face.

“You should try being in the room just down from them,” she added, giggling. “Their wild, jungle-monkey sex is easily as crazy as ours.”

“Jeeeez,” I muttered, squeezing my eyes shut and putting my hands over my ears. “Thanks for the libidoectomy.”

“I spied on them once,” Alexa admitted with a conspiratorial smirk. “It was actually really hot.”

“You spied on my parents having sex?” I exclaimed.

“I spied on my big sister and her husband having sex is how I prefer to look at it.” Alexa replied. “And I’ll say it again, it was actually really damn hot. I watched them in the jacuzzi and on the pool deck, they didn’t know I was home.”

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“Checking out my dick?” I said, somewhat startled. “What in the hell for?” There was obviously a lot I didn’t know about whore-houses. So, Kris and I spent some time that evening going over basic brothel etiquette.

“Here’s how it’ll go down,” Kris told me. “We’ll walk in, and you’ll be offered your choice of the girls. Since it’s gonna be your birthday treat from me, I’ll let you choose first.”

“Then, the girl you’ve chosen will lead you through a door, back into the cribs. I know there’s a urinal hanging there in the hall, and …”

“Wait a second!” I interrupted Kris. “Do you have ESP or something? How do you know there’s a urinal hanging there in the hall?”

“Oh,” responded Kris, “I’ve been to Janie’s Ranch before.”

“Really,” I said. “And when was that?”

“Well, if you want the whole story, let’s stoke the fire, get a cigar, and get comfortable.”

We took care of those chores, and Kris then said: “You know my buddy Pat. Do you remember his dad, Milton?”

“Sure do. He was killed last year in that trucking accident.”

“Yep,” Kris said. “What a hell of a deal that was. He was a good provider to his family, and a good father to Pat and the other boys. Raised them right, he did. He sorta stepped in as a father figure for me, too … once our own dad split when you were 4 and I was 6. Helped me out a lot. Milton was a horny old goat though.”

“Oh really? I never knew that.”

“Yep,” continued Kris. “Over the years, he tried most of the cat-houses in Nevada, when he’d be passing through in his big rig. He said Janie’s Ranch was one of his favorites. A casual place where a man can pay a few bucks, get serviced, and not have to deal with a bunch of fancy crap that a guy doesn’t need.”

“Anyway,” my brother continued, “do you recall that I am 3 weeks older than Pat? Well, a couple years ago, just after Pat’s 21st birthday, Milton took Pat and me to Janie’s. And that’s how I know there is a urinal in the hall!”

“As I was saying, I’d advise you to step up and use that pisser, and drain your snake. Your lady will probably watch you piss, and then check your cock out. She’ll be looking for any open sores, or any other obvious problems. If you don’t have a boner already, having her handling your pecker will probably get you rock hard.”

“I suspect so!”

“Not to worry though,” said Kris. “She’s used to handling a guy’s tool, and if it’s not already Örnekköy Escort stiff, she’ll get it hard for you. Remember, her job is to get you hard, and then get your rocks off, either with her snatch, her mouth, her hand … however you want it.”

“Can I have it all?” I asked.

“If you can pay for it! Just tell her you want a straight lay. I’ll make sure you have plenty of money in your pocket to pay for it. Since you’re there to pop your cherry, you don’t need any frills. You’ll be plenty amped up just knowing you’ll soon be getting into the babe’s cunt. Anyway, she’ll tell you the price, and you’ll pay her. She’ll leave the room to go settle things with the madam, and while she’s gone you’re to strip.”

“Naked?” I asked.

“Yep, buck naked,” said Kris. “When she comes back, she’ll remove her gown. And then, bro, she’ll make a man out of you. So that’s about all you need to know. Don’t worry Kurt, you’ll do fine.”

Still a bit nervous I asked “Will my dick pass muster, Kris?”

“Well, little brother, I didn’t see any problems with it when I jacked you off last night. And let me tell you, I’ll never crack wise about your ‘tiny little pecker’ again. Matter of fact, I now know you’re pretty damned well-hung!!”

“You’ve seen my cock a zillion times before, Kris.”

“Yeah, but never hard. I was amazed by the difference between your soft, flaccid dick and the size of that monster you’re packing when you’ve got a woody going! My own cock, as you well know, Kurt, is about 6″ soft, and about 6 1/2″ when I’ve got a hard-on.”

“Don’t I know it. I love your cock, Kris.”

“Fuck, Kurt, You’ve got nothing to hide. So what if your pecker is 2 1/2″ soft? It becomes a fucking monster when you pop a hard-on. It’s a good 6 or more inches long, and way thicker than mine. When I jacked you last night, I could barely get my hand around that big male unit.”

“I wonder if maybe the milk-man got into Mom’s pants about 9 months before I was born?” I asked Kris. “Your cock is so different than mine. You’d think that the all-male parts of two guys who were supposedly shot from the same sperm-gun would be damn near identical.”

“I don’t know, Kurt. In the locker room it seems like every guy’s prick is different, and you know some of those guys are brothers just like us. All sorts of shapes, sizes, and even how differently the fuckers dangle … some just hang Escort Örnekköy down like mine, some just look small and shy like yours, hiding in the guy’s pubic hair, and some of those ugly fuckers kind of jut out from the guy’s groin, sort of like they’re pointing at something. Hell, you’ve seen the differences. I just never thought much about what a guy’s prick, other than my own, would be like when he’s hard.”

“Didn’t you have any jack-off buddies whose cocks went from small to major fucking meat?”

“Nah,” Kris said. “Pat and I used to sneak behind the garage and beat off together, but his prick’s a lot like mine. 6″ soft, 6 1/2″ hard, and about the same girth all the time. Other than his I’ve never been around any stiff dicks.”

“Until last night, Kurt, I didn’t know that a seemingly small cock would grow into such a major horn-dog when it got stiff and excited. If you want the truth, bro, when I knew you were playing with my cock a couple of years back, when you thought I was asleep, I thought it was because your own pecker was little, and you wanted to see what a guy’s big tool felt like. After last night, I certainly know different.”

“I wonder about dad’s cock. Maybe it is just like yours, and the milkman really did knock mom up 9 months prior to my birthday . . .”

“Anything’s possible, Kurt. Since you brought it up, one of my vivid memories about dad does have to do with our cocks. I remember a family outing to a ball game when I was 5. Before we found our seats, mom took you with her to use the bathroom. However, dad told her: ‘Wanda, I’ll take Kris with me. He’s old enough to learn how to act in the Men’s Room.’ Boy, was I proud!!”

“Anyway, he took me into the Men’s Room, which had one of those piss walls. You know, where you stand there and pee against the wall, and there’s a little trough in the floor where all the guy’s piss flows away to a drain. Anyway, dad showed me how to step up, unzip my pants, and fish my little weenie out through the fly in my underpants. And then, with my little dick pointed at the wall, I was to take my whiz. He did the same thing, and we stood there side by side.”

“When we finished our piss, he showed me that a guy just stood there, shook all the drips off the end of his peter, and then tucked everything back in and zipped up …. and only after you had your zipper back up did you step away from the pisser.”

“Besides Örnekköy Escort Bayan telling me, he was showing me. The 2 things I’ll always remember about dad’s penis: he was a grown man, and however large it was, it looked massive to me; and his pecker was uncircumcised. I asked him how come his peter looked different than mine, and he forked back his foreskin, and I saw he had a big ugly cock-head, that looked about like mine, except of course bigger. I asked him when I’d grow skin over the head of my peter like he had. He got quite a laugh about that, and he said ‘Don’t worry Kris. Your peter is normal. I’ll explain the skin difference to you when you get a little older.’ “

“Why’d we get cut when he wasn’t?” I asked Kris.

“Just the way things were at that point in time, Kurt. I’m glad as hell that I was circumcised as a baby though. I remember all through school, about 98% of the dicks I saw had their heads exposed like mine was. I sure wouldn’t have wanted to be the odd man out, would you?”

“Nope,” I told Kris. “Now that we’re grown men though, having the ‘skin might be kinda fun. It’s what a guy’s used to I guess. You’re right though: all the cocks I saw growing up looked like mine in the fact that the cock-head was exposed.”

I then said, “All this talk about cocks is giving me a boner, man. When are we heading for Janie’s Ranch?”

Kris looked at his watch and said “Well, Kurt, our campfire’s burned down nicely, so it shouldn’t be a problem, and it’s almost 11:00 on Saturday night. If you’re sure you’re ready for this, let’s head on up there.”

“I can’t fucking wait, Kris!”

We then each took a final draw on our cigars, threw the butts into the fire, and took a chug from the whiskey bottle.

It took maybe 20 minutes to drive to Janie’s from our camp. It was a fairly quiet trip … my brother and I were each lost in our own horny male thoughts. The flashing red beacon was visible the whole way, through the clear desert night air. Every time it flashed, I felt a throb of anticipation in my groin.

When we pulled into Janie’s a big rig was just leaving. A couple more were off to one side. A car and a couple pick-ups were parked in the dirt lot out in front. Kris pulled up and parked.

We sat a moment, and he asked “Are you sure you want to go through with this, bro? Once we get out of this truck, there’s no turning back.”

“I’m ready, Kris. And the answer is not just yes, but HELL YES, I want to do this!”

“Okay, little brother. Here we go! This is something you’re gonna remember for the rest of your life!”

As Kris told me that, we got out of his truck, and headed for the door of the brothel called Janie’s Ranch.

more soon . . .

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My parents thought I was spending the night with Amy, a friend from school. Cody asked me to get out from under my parents’ thumb for just one night. We had been snatching odd moments alone, depending on Michael and Neil’s schedules, but we hadn’t had much time with just the two of us.

It wasn’t the easiest thing, to fake a sleep over with Amy, and it was risky, but he really wanted me to do it. I showed up Thursday afternoon with a packed bag. All the guys were at work, so I let myself in with the spare key. It was another hot day and I had opted for a yellow rayon sundress, short and with thin straps. My hair was in its usual hot weather bun.

Cody came home early and seemed unusually happy. He kissed me energetically and picked me up off the floor in a bear hug.

“Let’s go out tonight,” he suggested.

I was game, although I had no idea where we would go. Cody and I had never gone anywhere more formal than McDonald’s. But apparently he had somewhere in mind, as he put on a real shirt with actual buttons, albeit black. He had given himself a close shave and his goatee looked tidy and trimmed. He kept his skull head belt buckle and leather vest, but looked much more respectable than usual.

What he had in mind was a tiny Italian restaurant with dining in one of the ubiquitous courtyards the older part of town sported. We were seated near a door draped with wisteria and surrounded by climbing plants and potted trees. The effect was lovely. The service was discreet and attentive without being in any way formal. My light dress was quite appropriate. Cody, being an outlaw, made his own place in a world that had no place for him. He carried himself as if he belonged everywhere and rarely did anyone challenge him. He didn’t care if he was appropriate.

Veal Parmesan dispatched, we lingered over tiramisu, then were ready to go home. I was surprised Michael and Neil weren’t home. Cody, in an off-hand manner that did not fool me, mentioned they had gone to the Miller stadium in a city a few hours away for a concert, and would be staying overnight with some friends.

I was touched. Cody had done all of this for me. I was further surprised when he put in my favorite mix tape, which started with Don’t Fear the Reaper. (Overplayed and annoying, in his opinion.) When he put his arms around me, I responded with an ardent kiss. We somehow made it to the couch. When I started fumbling with his shirt buttons, Cody gently pulled away and led me to the bedroom.

He lit the candles on his mantle and dimmed the torchiere. We were in a softly glowing cave. I pulled him into bed with me, working at his buttons again. He slipped Ostim Escort out of the shirt and I could not get enough of his bare skin. I feverishly ran my hands over him, stomach, chest, shoulders, biceps. I wiggled up so I could kiss his neck, drape one leg over his, pull his mouth to mine.

As my palm crossed over a nipple I felt him quiver, and went back, rubbed my fingers over his nipple again, another quiver. I broke our kiss to investigate this discovery. I experimentally licked at it and Cody murmured my name. I thought about what I liked, and bent to suck and nip at his nipple. Then I returned to kissing him, one finger alternately rubbing and circling it. Cody continued to respond, his heat matching mine, spiraling up.

I pulled him closer and his exploring hands found my zipper, pulled it down. I shrugged one shoulder out of my dress exposing a breast. He eagerly fastened on it, first with his hand, then with his mouth. He pressed me back and searched for the other strap of my dress, pushing that one down too.

I submitted to his attention, a flutter rising in my stomach, escaping as a sigh. I kneaded his shoulders as he made love to my breasts, licking and sucking and nibbling. I was becoming frenzied, calling his name, arching my back, now grabbing at any part I could reach. He made his way down my flank, abandoning my breasts for the tender flesh there, the spot on my side only he knew.

He pushed down my dress as he went, finally pulling it off with my panties. Then he nestled himself between my legs, chest to chest, his jeans against my bare sex. Our kisses sent me further up, leveling at a new plane of pleasure. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him as close as close could be, squirming with a frenzy to somehow meld with him.

“Off, off, take them off,” I demanded, scrabbling at his jeans button.

Cody unzipped his jeans, revealing navy briefs, his penis clearly outlined. He slid back between my legs. I felt his erection against my thigh, now only covered by the thin fabric of his briefs, hot and hard, the cloth damp and clinging. My heart stopped as he eased it up against me, pressed the length against my outer lips. I had never felt something so raw and sexual. Now it terrified me, this out of control feeling. He saw my fear.

“Shhh, Amber, it’s ok sweetheart.”

He kissed me gently on the mouth, warm and soft. Kissed me once, twice. Stroked my hair back. Imperceptibly he had allowed his weight to rest on me and his member was lodged between us. My breath caught and then a guttural moan came out of me. He kissed me again and I opened my mouth to him, invited Escort Ostim him in. I quickly found myself enmeshed in a passionate exchange of thrusting tongues, all thought lost. I involuntarily jerked against him, emitting an animal sound. I could feel him throb against me.

He pulled away and then had a condom in his hand.

“I think we need this,” he said.

He rolled it down his long veined shaft. I was suddenly up on my elbows, alarmed. He pressed me back with a kiss, murmured, “We don’t have to, not inside. Just touch. That’s all, just touch.”

I allowed myself to be urged back, allowed myself to be reassured. “Just touch,” I whispered. My blood was coursing with the rush of fear and excitement at once.

Cody guided his head into the cleft between my sex and my thigh, so close to my wet entrance yet not there. I felt the heat, the hardness. He rubbed his head against the tender skin there until I was moaning. Then he began teasing my outer lips, caressing them at just the edge where neatly trimmed pubic hair stopped and sweet pink slippery flesh began. I forgot my flash of fear. Molten ecstasy coursed up, through my pulsing center right up into my sternum. I was crying out.

Slowly he slid the head of his member inside my outer labia. Continuing his teasing, he rubbed all around my clitoris, never touching it but indirectly stimulating it. I was writhing under his attentions, moving my hips, trying to grind against him, but he wouldn’t let me, pressing me back. Finally he relented and pulled his head across my clit. I let out a sound of anguished pleasure. He pulled it back and forth as I gasped in rhythm to his movements. It all came crashing through, my hands bunched in the sheets, as my orgasm fountained up, gushing through my whole self. Then he was at my entrance. While I was still shuddering from release, he firmly rubbed his head against my inner lips, not entering me but so close, so close. I couldn’t stand it.

“Yes,” I said. “Do it.” This was what my frenzy to meld with him was, my desire to be closer than close. This was it.

He slowly pushed into me. No pain, only a stretching feeling. Then he was all the way in. He stopped there, groaning.

“Are you OK?” he asked.

I gasped “Yes.”

“Baby you’re so tight.” He groaned again. “This doesn’t hurt?’

I shook my head, biting my lip.

Then he began to move slowly. He inched his way out, just a little bit, then returned. Repeated it. The stretching feeling was competing with a wonderful sliding feeling. My sex was spasming and he must have felt this because he groaned again. He let himself Ostim Escort Bayan down to kiss me, then began moving. The sliding feeling caused me to spasm again and it was incredible. He slowly increased the amount he withdrew, until he was stroking me with his entire length.

“Oh god, you’re so good.”

I gradually lost extreme consciousness of exactly what was happening — Sex! Oh my god, the real thing! — and fell into sensation again, letting the sliding and stretching take over. Soon I was moving against him, breathing harder. I was lost in it, gasping, moaning, crying out his name. Then he stopped, pulled all the way out. I whimpered, tried to pull him back. But instead he nudged me onto my side and pressed against me from behind. He lifted up my leg and somehow he pushed inside me from behind. His shaft stroked me from a new angle, increasing the slippery feeling.

“Amber, touch yourself,” he encouraged me.

I did so. My clitoris was slick from my juices and sensitive from my earlier orgasm. Now I was being assaulted by so many feelings I lost track and it all blended together, one huge coursing river of sensation carrying me away. All thought, all consciousness was driven out of me and somehow I was at a peak again, orgasm building, building, finally breaking over me and I cried out. Every muscle pulled tight around that moment. Nothing had prepared me for this… it made my previous experiences seem puny.

I was distantly aware Cody was thrusting into me faster, and then he was adding his sounds to mine. Slowly he came to rest and let go of my leg, which he had been supporting. I subsided and he withdrew. He curled up behind me, caressing my belly, pulling me closer. I was exhausted. And quickly slipping away. He kissed my shoulder and murmured “Amber, you wild woman.”

I had never slept in the same bed with a man. It was delicious waking up to a warm body curled around mine. Cody had pulled the sheet up and I was comfortably cool under the ceiling fan. I hadn’t actually been asleep for that long, only 45 minutes.

I slipped out of bed and grabbed a t-shirt of Cody’s (Iron Maiden) and went off to shower. When I finished, I smelled different, having none of my normal girly soaps and lotions, but I felt great. My entire body was alive in a way it had never been before, alive and relaxed at the same time. I crawled back in bed with Cody. It dawned on me. I was no longer a virgin. Cody had taken my virginity. I felt gleeful, as if this was the best news ever. I snuggled back into his arms.

*****

Nothing can last forever, and Cody and I came to an end in August.

He was a true gentleman. I was crushed when he broke up with me, but it couldn’t have gone on. I was going away to college. It was inevitable and he took the burden on himself, saving me from the guilt of leaving him behind. I have always been grateful to him for awakening me and then letting me go.

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I lay on my back on the bed, stroking slowly. I thought of the sexy, unapproachable girls on the beach. I thought of their pert breasts in bikini tops with the nipples showing through (nice effect in the cold seawater). The wet fabric clung to their bottoms, and even showed their pussies if you got the chance to be in front of them. I stroked harder. I imagined them stroking me, their hand around my cock instead of mine. The other hand on their pussies, pushing through the curly dark hairs, opening their lips, fingers going inside…

Come spurted out onto my bare stomach. I watched it shoot out the hole in the top of my cock, sticky strings across me. My teenage need partly satisfied, my breathing settled down. I was going to reach over and get the familiar kleenex when I heard a faint gasp, outside my open window. I knew no one was out there (otherwise I’d be a whole lot more discreet), so what was it? I lay perfectly still in the warm summer evening. I thought I could hear breathing, or was it the breeze? No sound now, did I imagine it?

The neighbours were the Phuongs, originally from Vietnam, a middle-aged couple. They were extremely quiet – you barely heard them at all. They could not possibly have been the source…

I was put off any more self-pleasure, for a few days anyway, but a teenage boy still has needs, and I was too shy and awkward to approach the real thing. (At eighteen years old I was starting to wonder when “the real thing” would happen.) So I visited my fantasy girls. I was back on my bed one warm evening again, hard as a rod of iron. But this time I was more alert. Yes, I could sense something, someone, breathing.

I started to stroke myself up and down, up and down. The breathing outside got heavier, with occasional gulps. It’s weird, but I found it a turn-on to be watched like this. I changed the rhythm a bit and stroked my legs as well. I may have been shy and awkward, but I had an imagination!

With my come shooting out again and splashing on my stomach, I heard the gasp. Definitely the same gasper, a female I guessed. I had placed myself so I could sneak a glance out the window without (I hoped) being noticed. It worked.

In the window of the Phuongs’ house I could make out the outline of a head, with long straight hair, bobbing slightly. I knew it was a young-ish person, and I was sure she was enjoying the sight. I should have been mortified, but the warm night, the mystery, the whole craziness just got to me. I loved it. Definitely coming back tomorrow, I thought.

Tomorrow and over the next days I put on more of a show. I “accidentally” arranged my bedside light to show Şentepe Escort off my cock better. I turned on the bed and spread my legs. I ran my hands over my balls and backside. Hell, I thought, girls do it for guys, and in fact it feels pretty nice. I was learning a lot.

The watcher enjoyed it all. I guess she worked out pretty quickly I was performing for her, as she came much closer to her window. I could see her long dark hair, and almost see her fine Asian features. I could tell she was stroking herself, across her breasts and down between her legs. I didn’t mind, in fact it made it special. The fantasy girls had left the scene. I was doing it only for my “guest”.

Then there was a very special night. She turned her light on. I could see clearly, she was a slim Asian girl, a bit older than me maybe, with long hair and very small breasts. As I lay looking up at her (their house was up the hill), she undid the buttons of her blouse and revealed her dark brown nipples. They looked gorgeous. My cock stiffened even more as I pulled the foreskin over the head and back. It was a great climax.

It got better. Next night, she was raised up at the window so I could see her dark thatch of pubic hair. Then to my disbelief, she did a wonderful thing to a shy late-teenager. She lifted up one leg. The light caught her hairy triangle and I watched her slide her fingers down and open her lips to me. With one hand she rubbed her clit, with the other she slid one, then two fingers into her waiting channel. I can see it to this day in my mind’s eye. It was gorgeous.

I think she came. She rubbed harder and harder, her head bobbing slightly, then suddenly held her breath, then I heard the gasp I’d noticed all that time before. I’d stopped pulling myself as I was lost in awe, but I only needed a few more strokes to make own happy ending.

I remembered then a daughter, older than me, also so quiet the rowdy Anglos in our street didn’t really pay her attention. I couldn’t even get a name from memory. Successful at university or something. Was she visiting?

Then it got the best. I was on my bed, this time I had got up on all fours facing away from the window. I stroked my thighs and pushed my cock down between them so she could see. I rolled back and let it stand tall and hard, when I looked at her. She was beckoning.

She pointed at me then ran her finger round in a U-shape to show me I should come around. I didn’t need a second invite. I grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and raced over. My brain was in my cock and I didn’t think of anything else. Did I mention I was a shy teenager?

She was waiting at the door. She let me Şentepe Escort Bayan in silently and took me to her room. The bare floorboards were cool and there was a strange spicy incense smell in the house. A tiny caution light went off in my head.

“Are we… alone?”

“My parents are visiting relatives. There’s only us.”

In her room we stopped and stared at each other. This was a new game, and we both felt it. Then she slowly took off the top she’d hurriedly dressed in. I took my clothes off too, and my throbbing cock bobbed between us. She stood there, a beautiful sight. Her small breasts put barely a curve on her chest, but her nipples stood up, already firm. Her pyjama pants came down slowly over her slim legs. She was slim from top to bottom – her hips were hardly wider than her waist. Her bush was very dark in the dim bedroom light.

She sat on her bed and started to play with herself again. She opened her legs wide. I could see the skin of her outer lips was slightly darker than the honey colour of the rest of her, but her inner lips were pinker. The thick dark curls receded around her lips. She rolled her hips back so I could see all her crack, down to her little anus. As she put her fingers in and out they glistened wetly. She stared at my cock, which had leaked a bit of precum already. I suddenly realised why she stared, and started working my shaft for her.

We played our own duet, she in her increasingly wet pussy, me on my pink shaft. Our breathing got heavier. I lapped up the sight of her fingers thrumming her clit. She rolled her lips from side to side and I could see her juices spreading onto her thighs. It was a great sight, I can tell you. I felt my stomach muscles tense as I tried to hold off – I wanted to come with her. But no, my balls leapt, there was a rippling under my cock and my come spewed out, dripping loudly on her polished floorboards. The sight of my spurting cock clenched in my hand, its head pointing at her, sent her over and she frantically rubbed herself to orgasm, with the same gasp I had got to know.

We still faced each other, breathing heavily. I could make out the clear fluid seeping out of her, and a sweet intoxicating smell. The sight and the smell emboldened me. “Can I touch?” I asked.

She stared. Up to now it was almost the same as last night, but close up. This was a line, to stay behind or to cross.

“Be very gentle,” she whispered.

I knelt down and carefully opened her flower. The smell was stronger, and I could notice the spicy smell of the house on her honeyed skin. It was wonderful. Her lips were thick and pink now. I could see her vagina, opening Escort Şentepe and closing, with the clear nectar seeping out. I touched it. She breathed in suddenly, but pushed her hips up to me more. I put my fingers in and felt around. She put her hand on my head, but didn’t stop me. She seemed to like it. Some of her come ran down the back of my finger.

There seemed a soft bulge inside at the top. I felt around it & she gasped. She pushed my face into her groin, which pushed my fingers further in. She rolled her hips more and kept saying “Yes… yes… yes.” Turned on now, I got right into it, nuzzling her clit, licking her lips from bottom to top. I could feel her vagina muscles flexing on my fingers.

She wriggled back and forth, up and down. Her pussy juice went everywhere. “Yes… yes… aaahhh.” She stretched her lips wide apart with her hands and i thrust my tongue further into her vagina, actually sucking and swallowing her juice. She went from thrusting her bush up to me, to clamping me with her slim thighs as her climax washed over her. I was on top of the world. My cock was taking more interest already, which she noticed. She lay there, breathing hard, watching my bobbing member. “Sit here,” she said.

I sat on the bed, one leg tucked under, next to her tummy. She was laid out, head on her pillow. Completely naked, her ribs were easy to make out and her breasts were nearly flat above. Her dark brown nipples stood proud. She looked across, smiled at me and started to pull my cock. My cock loved it. She stared at her hand on my rod as it gripped my shaft and pulled the skin right over the head, or made smaller strokes that kept my helmet in view. While she pleasured me I stroked her beautiful legs and she wriggled her bush with delight. I rustled my fingers through her pubic hair.

The tugging seemed to edge me closer to her, so that in the end my cock-head was over her breasts as she lay on her back. “I’m nearly there,” I said.

She gave me long hard strokes, brushing my balls with her hand. My balls rose up and I poured my come out, across her breasts and covering one nipple completely. Strings of come joined my bouncing cock to her chest. She watched the whole thing intently, squeezing my cock as it softened in her grip. She dipped her finger in the pearly fluid and sniffed the very different smell of me.

“Thank you,” I gasped. “I’ve never felt that good. Thank you.”

“I liked it too. I’ve never handled a boy before. It’s all so new. Could be fun, though.”

“You’re my first real girl. You are so beautiful. What’s your name? I’m Nick.”

“Thien.” She said it ‘tyen’, but with a breathiness around the ‘t’. A beautiful word.

“Thien, it sounds lovely. Thien, I think I’m in heaven.”

She laughed softly, musically. I was puzzled.

“My name means ‘angel’,” she said. Now I laughed.

“We should clean ourselves up a bit, then would you like to go to heaven again?”

“Oh yes… I would like that a lot.”

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Do you remember? We were eighteen. We had broken into Lem Birdon’s garden and were swimming into his pool, me you and your sister. Naked, we were marking cool lengths in the dark of a summer evening. We’d been there about twenty minutes, and old Lem came out of his house, waving a shotgun and shouting that we was trespassin’ and we had no right to be there.

I think it was the shotgun that scared us, so we slipped out of the pool and fled. We ran, nude as gods, leaving our clothes in heaps on the old wooden sun-loungers. We followed our old paths through backyards and down alleyways, barefoot across the dusty tarmac between the garages, through the parking lot at the back of the church, and down through the haymeadow to the back of your house.

When we got to your house, we could see your parents were still awake. The lights were on, and we could see them through the window, watching TV. We couldn’t go back in without our clothes, so we climbed back over the fence, and went to the old haybarn where we Macunköy Escort used to play. Together, naked in the hay, we found ways to pass the time.

At first, your sister said it was disgusting, but she soon joined in, making her own animal grunts as we experimented with how to make our bodies connect. I remember the feel of your wet hair on my chest, the long white coolness of your sister’s legs on my face, and the way the sweat and water beaded on your nipples when you straddled me. I remember the slight chlorine taste when I kissed your thighs, my untrained tongue unsure of what to do until you guided me, pressed my mouth to the spot. The smell of chlorine still reminds me of that heaven.

I remember the jealousy in your eyes when your sister’s fumbling produced those first pearly beads into her soft fist, the look on your face as she touched them to her ripe lips, tasting what was not hers to taste. I remember too, your pleasure when you mounted me for the first time, Macunköy Escort Bayan nervous, the gentle moan as you lowered your featherlight body onto me, and the shock and disbelief in your sister’s eyes when she realised that I was actually inside you. I remember the way your body bounced to quiet orgasm, the way you grasped your breasts to you as if to hold them on, and the way you coiled backward when you came.

I remember your sister’s breasts, different in shape from yours. I know she had hurt them when we ran away from the pool, and was looking for ways to soothe them, hugging her arm beneath to cradle and support them. She started talking about going back to the pool, taking our chances that Old Lem and his shotgun had gone to bed, and we’d be able to retrieve our clothes. But it did not seem work risking it, and you and I were quite enjoying the hay. I remember the feel of your fingertips on my arm, your hair in my face, your fingernails digging into me. I remember Escort Macunköy that first feel of your lips on my neck, and later, the soft soft kisses.

Your body was built for nights like that — fit and lithe, strong and untiring. Even now, when I see you stretch before the mirror I can still feel that same energy, the same passion and strength coursing through you after all these years. I know your sister probably remembers too, but it is one of those unmentioned things, now she has a husband and a reputation to live up to. But we can whisper to each other, and I can write to you when you are far away.

The night began to grow colder. We nestled like rats in the hay, rustling and squeaking as our movements together realised new sensations, new experiences. We were learning each others bodies, where to touch, where to press, where to hold. Every half-hour your sister would go to the door and look down the field, to check whether the lights were still on at the house. But for every hour they stayed awake, we had another hour to play and learn.

I think we got home alright. I remember seeing our clothes dressing a scarecrow in Lem Birdon’s bean field, but we were too nervous of the shotgun to go and retrieve them. I wonder if that old haybarn is still there. You’ve been saying you want a holiday.

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It was already snowing when I got up in the morning and even though I thought I was a bit too old to care that much about it, I secretly wished that the snow would stay until Christmas. It was only two days. A white Christmas is something special and I hoped this one was going to be special. I really wanted a portable CD player. Dad said it was much too expensive, but I had the feeling that I was going to get it.

The rest of the family had the day before Christmas off, but I still went to school and even though it was a Monday they had decided that we were going to school that day, not to have any lessons but to go to church, then eat cookies in the classrooms and wish everybody a merry Christmas.

In the morning there was a bus to take me straight to school, but since I got off early I had to take two busses to get home. The first one was late but eventually it did come. When I got off to wait for the second bus, the driver stopped me.

“Are you sure you want to get off? 507 might not come at all. The weather is getting worse and they’ve already cancel a lot of busses.”

“I have to. This is the closest to home you can get me.”

The driver shrugged.

“Merry Christmas, then. I hope your bus is still running.”

I waited for twenty minutes after the time the bus should have been there. Not a single car has passed me and it looked like my wish had been granted: the snow was falling steadily and had been doing so all day. Drifts were forming everywhere and judging from the layer on top of the house opposite the shelter where I stood, shuddering in the cold, the blanket of snow was getting close to two feet thick. I began to feel alone and abandoned. I wouldn’t stand a chance if I tried to walk the five miles home, but I had to do something.

My options were limited. There were three houses: one opposite the bus stop and two a little farther away, all looking deserted. I chose the nearest. I was quite relieved when I heard footsteps on the other side of the door. A girl my age opened the door.

“Hi. I think the busses have stopped. Could I borrow your phone and call my parents? My dad will come and pick me up.”

“Sure,” she said and ushered me in. “But I don’t think your parents will come. Almost all the roads are closed and the police advice people to stay indoors. They use the military’s tracked vehicles as ambulances.”

“Shit. How am I going to get home?”

“I think you’re stuck here. My parents just called to say that they can’t get home. They went up to visit my sister this morning. It’s only about fifteen miles.”

“I better call my parents anyway.”

I did and they were very happy to hear from me, but they couldn’t pick me up and asked if I could stay where I were. I turned to the girl.

“Can I stay here until the weather gets better?”

“Sure.”

That was it and I hung up.

“Thanks. It will probably stop snowing soon and then I can go home.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind some company. I’m not really used to being alone in the house.”

Normally I was not talkative around girls but she was easy to talk to. Perhaps it was because we were alone and didn’t know each other. Her name was Lisa and her school was closed on the twenty-third, so she had been home all day. We talked until it was dark outside. The snow was still falling. Lisa’s parents called again to say that they stayed at Lisa’s sister’s place for the night. Lisa told them about me. I don’t know what her parents said but Lisa said she was glad I was there because she didn’t like to be alone.

We turned on the radio. The forecast was snow, snow, snow and wind. A high-pressure front had not moved as anticipated and it looked like the snow was going to continue for at least 24 hours, perhaps longer. All roads were closed and the situation was serious. The general message was “Stay indoors”.

“We’re not going to starve,” Lisa said, when she had turned off the radio. “The fridge is about to burst. Can you cook?”

“No, not really. Can you?”

“A little. Let’s see if we can find something I know how to cook.”

Lisa found a big sausage. We both knew how to peal potatoes and it turned out to be fun cooking together. After we had eaten we watched TV, wondering how they always can get a camera crew out to get pictures no matter how severe the weather is. There were pictures of people being rescued from their cars and a lot of very scenic snow landscapes. The wind had picked up and was causing drifts more than three feet high. It looked fantastic, but we were both very happy that we were indoors. We continued to watch the telly and talk. It was obvious that I’d have to stay the night, but we didn’t talk about it until it was around ten o’clock.

Lisa put me up in her sister’s old room. It Karşıyaka Escort was kind of strange that we were the only people in the house. Lisa let me use the bathroom first and as I lay in my bed I could hear her on the other side of the wall. A few minutes later the house was completely quiet. All I could hear was the snow on the window.

The weather hadn’t changed much during the night. Neither of us could recall seeing so much snow before. I still hoped that I’d be able to get home and I guess Lisa hoped her parents would make it home before Christmas Eve, but the forecast shattered all hopes. Normally, I would be home celebrate Christmas the twenty-fourth in the evening, walking around the tree holding hands and singing Christmas carols before exchanging gifts. I’d never been without my family on Christmas Eve before and the thought of it was kind of sad. I tried not to think too much about it. Lisa wanted to decorate the tree, which meant that we had to get it from the shed behind the house. If the door had opened out instead of in we had never been able to open it. We had to dig our way across to the shed by hand. The shovel was in the shed, too. When we finally carried the tree into the living room we were very warm and sweaty.

The tree was so beautiful when we had finished decorating it.

“You know, it’s the first time I’ve ever decorated a Christmas tree. It’s always my dad doing it and the rest of us are not allowed to see it until after we’ve eaten. Have you done it before?”

“Yes, once. I did it last year because dad had broken his leg,” Lisa said. “But it’s much better doing it with you.”

She blushed and I didn’t know what to say. I felt the same way, even though I’d never done it before. While I was desperately trying to find a suitable reply, the lights went out.

“It probably a fuse,” I said.

“Do you know how to fix it?”

“Yes. Just show me where the fuse box is.”

“I don’t know.”

We went looking for the fuse box and found it, but to no avail. The snow and wind had probably brought down the cables. Lisa retrieved a lot of candles and candlesticks and we put them up all over the living room. We didn’t light them. It was still day, even though it was very grey and dark outside. It took about an hour before we noticed that it was getting awfully cold.

“Oh god,” Lisa said. “The central heating is gone, too. Perhaps we have run out of oil?”

“No. It uses electricity to fire up. Doesn’t make much difference. Do you have any firewood or is the fireplace only decorative?”

“We have loads of wood in the shed. Let’s go get it before we freeze to death.”

Getting it from the shed was enough to bring the heat back. We lit up and sat down to think things over. Whatever cooking we were going to do was to be done over open fire. The fireplace was never designed to heat the whole house, so we had to stay in the living room. As it grew darker we lit the candles and played cards in front of the fire. It was quite cosy.

After we had eaten Lisa’s parents called. Lisa was a bit sad after she’d talked to them. I called my parents and assured them that I was okay. My mother was a bit worried about the fire hazard and told me to be careful. Lisa was starring at tree when I hung up.

“We have no presents,” she said. “I don’t know where they are and anyway, it wouldn’t be right to open them when mum and dad aren’t here.”

It was kind of sad. But then I remembered the box of chocolate I’d bought for mum. It was not a Christmas present, more a way of showing that I had turned eighteen and was a grownup now. Dad always bought mum flowers on Christmas day, so I the chocolate was a very good idea.

“I have a present for you,” I said. “Just wait here.”

I went out, found the box in my bag and put it under the tree. Lisa just sat there. She looked a little sad, almost as if she was going to cry.

“I don’t have anything for you,” she finally said.

“It’s okay. I should have announced that I was coming around for Christmas.”

Lisa smiled. She got up and began to light the candles on the tree. When she had finished she took my hand. It felt warm and I was grateful that, for once, I didn’t have sweaty hands. It felt a little awkward when she began to sing but I join in and we walked around the tree together, hand in hand.

Lisa looked genuinely happy when she opened the present. She held it as if it was a fine and expensive piece of jewellery. We ate a piece each and then some of the cookies her mum had baked. For a brief second I missed my mother’s cookies and my family, but our Christmas was almost better, sitting in the flickering lights of the candles and the fire. Open fire gives a different kind of heat; a nice heat, very suitable for Christmas. We watched the candles burn low on the tree, but we blew them out before there was any danger of the tree catching fire.

Soon, some of the other candles died out and we began to think Karşıyaka Escort Bayan about sleeping arrangement. We had to sleep in the living room, so we hauled two mattresses down from upstairs along with duvets and pillows and arranged the mattresses end to end in front of the fire. That way we could easily put another log on the fire during the night.

Lisa went to the bathroom first and she was already under her duvet when I returned. I kept my shirt and jocks on, but as soon as I was under the duvet I realised that it was too hot to wear the shirt and I took it off.

“Thank you for a lovely Christmas evening,” Lisa said.

“Thank you. If it hadn’t been for you I’d be outside, freezing to death.”

Lisa giggled. “I’m not freezing. Perhaps we’re too close to the fire.”

“Perhaps. Do you want to move?”

“Yes, I think so.”

We got up and moved the mattresses. Lisa had a short T-shirt and panties on. I tried to look at her without her noticing, but she saw me. She wasn’t angry; she just smiled. When we were back under the duvet, she groaned.

“Pew, it’s still too hot.”

“Do you want to move again?”

“No, this is perfect,” she said and slipped her arms under the duvet. “I’ll just take the shirt off.”

She blushed and giggled shyly when she tossed the shirt on the floor. I could see her shoulders but I couldn’t see any bra straps. The sight of her bare shoulders was very exciting. We were quiet for some time, giggling timidly when our eyes met.

“You know what?” she asked and when I shook my head she continued: “We are lying under the mistletoe.”

I looked up and there it was. Lisa inched herself a little closer to me. I did the same, then Lisa, then me, until we were as close as we could get without touching each other. I could smell her and feel her breath. She had a lovely scent. We stayed like that for a while, unsure of which one of us should move the final fraction of an inch. I don’t know who did, but our lips touched.

It was a brief kiss like you would kiss your sister. I didn’t know much about kissing other than what I’d heard, but enough to know what a french kiss was. Our lips touched again and this time I tentatively tried to open my mouth a little. Lisa did, too, and her lips felt so incredibly soft and warm. The heat spread through my body like fire spread in a pool of petrol. Our tongues touched and the kiss just went on and on.

I was short of breath and my cheeks were burning when we stopped kissing. Lisa had a wonderful glow in her eyes and her cheeks looked just as hot as mine felt.

“I’ve never… done it before, you know, with a boy.”

“Me neither,” I replied with a hoarse voice.

“I want to. I think it’s meant to be tonight. That’s why your bus didn’t come and you came here. It’s what Christmas is all about: love, giving and receiving, being together, don’t you think.”

I had to clear my throat before I could answer: “Yes.”

Silence followed. I was very exciting but unsure of what to do next. I guess I was afraid, too; afraid of making a fool of myself, not knowing what to do. Boys were supposed to know such things and I did know, technically at least. We’d learned about sex in school, but I felt I missed some essential knowledge. How do you get started? How do you get from lying here, facing a girl, to the stage where you can touch her “erogenous zones” and actually make love? They hadn’t taught us anything about that part of it and what I’d heard from more experienced boys didn’t help, either. They also skipped that part when they bragged about their conquests.

It would have been easier if we had been lying side by side. As it were, one of us would have to get up, and to me it was an almost insurmountable barrier. Lisa finally put her arms under the duvet again and after a lot of twisting and turning, trying to kept the duvet over her while she was doing whatever it was she was doing, her hand emerged with her panties. She looked at me with anticipation: next move was mine. I removed my jocks under the duvet and threw them on the floor.

There was a new pause until Lisa, giggling and with a daring expression on her face, began to push her duvet off using her feet. When the duvet was half way down her back she stopped and waited for me to follow. I did. As we got closer to the lower part of our backsides we moved slower, only pushing in inch at a time.

My fear had almost been replaced by excitement. As soon as the duvets had passed our buttocks we pushed fast again. When we were both uncovered I took the next step, not because I felt brave but I wanted to see more of her and I raised myself on my elbows. When I saw Lisa’s small tits my excitement overpower my embarrassment and I began to crawl towards Lisa’s mattress. She rolled over to make room for me.

I stopped for a moment and stared at her, mainly at the parts that girls normally hide. When my eyes returned to her face I could Escort Karşıyaka see that she was exploring my body as I had been exploring hers. I was kneeling next to her and my hand just moved on its own, reached out and touched her stomach. Her skin was warm and smooth, and my hand moved up to her breast. Lisa held back her breath and looked down on my hand. From there on it was a lot easier.

I enjoyed her touches as much as I enjoyed exploring her body. First her breasts, small, soft, and yet much firmer than I had expected. Her nipples grew hard and I couldn’t resist the temptation to kiss them. Lisa rolled over on her back with her eyes closed. Her sighs indicated that she liked being explored and I was a willing explorer.

I ended up between her legs, tentatively kissing her on top of the triangle of downy hair covering her pussy. Her scent was strong and exciting, urging me to move my mouth lower. Lisa tensed and gasped audibly. A moment later she put her hands on my head and guided me to the right spot. It was just an incredible experience to taste her and feel her reactions to my tongue. I quickly learned where her most sensitive spots were and I used that knowledge. What I didn’t know was when to stop. It’s so much easier for girls. They can see the physical evidence of a boys orgasm. I didn’t know what signs to look for and continued until Lisa pushed me away.

It took some fumbling before my cock was in the right position and I cautiously began to push into her. Lisa was tense and her hands grabbed my arms tightly. I don’t know what I expected her reaction to be. Perhaps a scream or a few tears, but all I could detect was a gasp and then I was completely inside her. I stayed motionless for some time, lost in the new and wonderful sensation of being inside her.

As soon as I began to move I could felt that is was going to be more like a sprint than a marathon. I tried to slow down but Lisa pulled her legs up almost to her chest and moved her hips. I had to follow her movement and keep up the pace until the wonderful end.

Afterwards, I felt I was ready to die. What could the world ever give me that would be better than this? I looked down on Lisa and she looked so happy; warm, soft and smiling.

“Merry Christmas,” she said and we then we kissed for a long time until I could feel that I was slipping out of her. When I did, Lisa squealed.

“I’m leaking!”

She was and it was too late to do anything about it. A large wet spot had formed on the sheet and we had to take it off and put it in cold water. Lisa said that it was be the best way to get rid of bloodstains. Some of the fluid that had cause the spot was blood. We rearranged the mattresses side by side and fell asleep close together.

The electricity returned sometime during the night and we woke up drenched in sweat. Not only had we been lying close together, but the combined heat produced by the fireplace and the central heating had turned the living room into a sauna. We kicked the duvets away and saw each other naked in daylight for the first time. Lisa looked just as beautiful as she had in the flickering light from the flames as she stretched out drowsily next to me.

The first thing we did was to take a shower together. We were excited, happy and very playful in the shower. We washed each other paying special attention to the most sensible parts. Lisa was a little sore but washing her tits thoroughly was enough for me. After she had spent a long time washing my cock she knelt in front of me. The first kiss was light and tentative but it made me shiver. She looked up at me as if she wanted my consent to go on. I was unable to say or do anything, but she proceeded without my encouragement. She put her hands on my hips and took the head of my dick into her mouth. Involuntarily I jerked and pushed forward, choking Lisa. She had to let go and clear her throat.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “It was a reflex. I’ll be careful.”

She just smiled and took me in again. It felt different but almost as good as doing it for real. First she just moved her head back and forth, but then she began to use her tongue as well. She moved faster and faster and when she began to caress my scrotum I was lost. The warm tensing spread rapidly from my crotch. I was enjoying it so much that it never occurred to me to warn her. The first spurt made Lisa jerk back in surprise and the rest splashed out on her face and chest. She looked startled at first and I felt ashamed that I hadn’t warned her, but she just laughed.

The living room was still hot and we decided it was too hot to wear any clothes. Just to make sure we put a big log on the fire. We were alone in the world and it wasn’t until the phone rang that we remembered our parents.

It has stopped snowing and I found myself fearing that the road was cleared and my dad would come and pick me up, but the wind was still keeping the roads closed. The forecast said that the wind was going to lessen in the afternoon. In a way it was good news. The “bad” news was that it was going to start snowing again.

While I was talking to my mother and listing to her cautions I suddenly thought about the thing I should have remember the night before. I stopped listening to my mother and ended the conversation as quickly as possible.

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Edited by La Pantera Bonita

Everybody remembers where and how they lost their virginity. However, I doubt many of us have done so in a rite, with an audience. I still have nightmares about the night I lost my virginity.

I had just finished up Navy boot camp in Orlando, Florida. Like so many in my family before have done, when the nation calls, we serve. And we always serve in the Navy to avoid getting shot. Vietnam was winding down. No new troops were being sent over and intelligent geeks who volunteered for submarines would never get to see a rubber tree, except maybe in a picture. For some reason all my family and friends assumed I was going to serve on a gunboat in the Mekong Delta. Perhaps they got the idea from me. I neglected to mention the submarine stuff.

My cute girlfriend was waiting on me. Our relationship was at a point where we would engage in mutual masturbation at the end of a date. Okay, the last week I was getting some blowjobs, but we never had sex as defined in the Funk and Clinton Dictionary.

Terry had a nice build with shapely muscular legs and ass. Her pussy was tight with slightly darker hair. Her breasts varied between 34B and 36C cup sizes depending on maker of the bra and time of the month. She would let me play with her breasts while she would jerk me off.

Terry was at the house while we were carving our pumpkins. My older sister, Sarah (named for Mom) and family were down in South Carolina visiting us at the time. Her two children Todd, age 7 and Tony, age 5 were of course with her, and were all agog about carving out pumpkins. There were four of us carving at the table with newspapers spread out to prevent any sticky mess on the floor and table. Todd had his own pumpkin with only minor adult supervision, I was helping Terry carve some face, Felicia, my baby sister, and about 12 years of age (see MIKE RETURNS HOME when she becomes of age) had one corner. Sarah was helping Tony when she grabbed a hand full of slimy pumpkin carvings or pumpkin guts as we called them, and peered straight at Todd who was having the time of his life, oblivious to the world, creating the ultimate jack-o lantern. I positioned myself so as not to be without “ammo.”

Sarah reached across the table and mashed the pumpkin guts in her son’s face. My Dad, of all people, a spectator in all of this, hurled pumpkin guts in my direction, only to catch Terry straight in the face. What happened next was a pumpkin gut throwing frenzy. Mom was picking pumpkin guts off her kitchen wall a week later remarking, “How the heck did it get there?”

Terry ran outside the house, very flustered. I followed closely. She reached down inside her bra and was pulling out slimy seeds. “I don’t think your Dad likes me.” Terry said, nearly in tears.

I wrapped my arms around Terry and assured her that my whole family loved her, or else they wouldn’t be treating her as one of their own, i.e. she gets abused too. I told her to consider herself initiated into the family. She now wishes she had tossed some guts back at Dad. I told her to wait until next year or sometime when he doesn’t expect it.

My mother Sarah and my sister Sarah were busy cleaning up the kitchen as the kids were putting the finishing touches on the jack-o-lanterns.

Terry says every Halloween her and her sisters go up in the mountains and asked if I would join them this year. I consented to her request. There might be a hand job, or better yet a blow job at the end of the night.

Terry’s older sister Debbie, about 24 joined us on our trek to a place outside of Ashville, North Carolina. Debbie was currently working a divorce and was now living at home with Mom with her two young children. When I first met Debbie she had two black eyes. Seems her soon to be ex-husband roughed her up a bit. Debbie was built similar to Terry. She was short, with nice legs and tits. Her ass was a bit on the thin side, but not a serious defect. When she got a few drinks in her, Debbie would typically get on a table and shake her tits. I felt a bit embarrassed whenever she would do this, Terry would shake it off. It was after all her sister shaking her tits. None of her family seemed to have blamed her husband for having beaten Debbie with an ugly stick. I wouldn’t dare speak up.

Terry’s younger sister was 18, a year younger than me and two years younger than Terry. She was a beauty and knew it. Terry was a bit jealous of Beth. She was careful not to give her any preferential treatment at Christmas and Easter over her other 8 siblings. Terry’s mom was a breeder with four husbands under her skirt. Technically Debbie was Terry’s half sister, Beth was a full sister.

Beth stood apart from her sisters. She was tall and slender with long straight blonde hair that went to the middle of her back. Her face had a small amount of freckles, just enough to make her look young and fresh. She had nice firm pointy breasts, not overly large, but big enough to know she was woman. Beth could have been a model if she was bent that way, but had just a touch of independent defiance in her to prevent her from İvedik Escort doing anything degrading or demeaning, unless she was in charge.

I picked up Terry and her sisters at her trailer. Terry had moved away from the nest and was sharing a place with her step-brother. The girls had a small suitcase with them. I was puzzled. “Are we going to spend the night in Ashville?”

Terry said, “No” that Beth felt she needed to bring a change of clothes along. I loaded the suitcase into the trunk of my Volkswagen 411 which my neighbor Larry gave me a great deal on. The 411 wasn’t the worst car Volkswagen ever made or this the worst deal I ever made on a car…. Well actually it was. It was a piece of shit car that frequently broke down and I got took. If you’re reading this Larry, I am coming after you and your descendants-you bastard! You hear me Larry! I thought things would get better when I unloaded that vehicle and got an Audi Fox.

Anyway we made it to Asheville and went to the zoo during the day. The zoo at this time was not well kept. The cages were very close to the customers with large openings in the fences. It was more of a petting zoo, but not by design. I suggested a trip over to the Biltmore, but the girls had other plans and directed me to dive out of town. We drove into the woods at a spot where I-40 would one day be. We parked in an open field where other cars had been parked. There were a couple of trucks with number 43 on the back with large barbeque grills on the back. Beth grabbed the bag out the back and opened it up. She unfolded three long white gowns which the girls placed on over their clothes. They placed garlands on their heads, and then removed their clothes from under their gowns. AS far as I could tell they were all naked underneath as I placed myself in a position to where they would be standing between me and the setting sun….hmm they were naked all right judging by the dark triangle shaped patches between their legs.

Now at this point you might think I would be asking some questions. And I did. However Terry was quick to the point. “Just be quiet and go along with it and you might have yourself a good time.”

The girls took my hand and led me down a path in the woods. In fact we were all holding hands. Terry had us arranged so I was holding her hand and Debbie’s hand, but not Beth’s hand. I made a mental note of this.

We got to a clearing and there were a bunch of people dressed like the girls. In fact I was the odd ball in the place. They were cheerful when they meet the group and hugged as old friends all saying “Happy Samhain” and “blessed be”. They introduced me to the group, but there were so many, I couldn’t remember all the odd names. I noticed everyone was coupled off. I was the only one who brought three dates.

The girls’ names were altered within the group. Terry was now known as Terra. Beth introduced herself as Beth-el. And Debbie was still fucking Debbie. I was hoping they had beer.

When the sun dipped over the horizon the festivities began. There were two dozen stones arranged in a large circle. They were placed upright and varied in sizes, but were about 3 feet high, about the size of a tombstone. I found one that made a comfortable chair to lean against. Terry quietly shook her head “no” as I attempted to relax. There were two stones with no one in front of them. In the center of the circle was a large cauldron with glowing charcoal, a large stone altar and incense burning- sandalwood of course, like they don’t make anything else. Outside of the circle there were picnic tables set up with food. I was eyeballing the food and all the women naked under their robes when a couple appeared from the woods. They had on very flimsy outfits. They were light see-through material that was cut short. When I say cut short I mean I could see the woman’s pussy; and if I so desired the guy’s nut sack peeking out the bottom. The see through material revealed a set of 36C breasts resting on the priestess’ chest. She had seen better days, and I had seen better tits, but right now, that was the best show in town. I cautiously looked over at Terry in front of her rock. She mouthed a reassuring kiss at me and smiled.

The male in the group was carrying a home made scepter with a doll head mounted on the end and small ornate bells along the shaft. The High Priestess sprinkled some incense on the cauldron and had her male consort hold some candles for her as she read from an old parchment:

“Lord of the Shadows, God and Giver of Life The one who sees all, and knows of our Death I beseech thee to open wide the gates which we must all pass Return this night our dear ones who have passed And when our time comes allow us to do the same. Let us be reborn again by the Great Mother Terra So we can enter your realms refreshed to be with our dear ones. Come to us, your servant and priest.”

At this point each woman was called forward, doffed their robe and given a five fold kiss (feet, knees, womb, breasts, and lips.). The women joined hands and walked around in a circle. There were İvedik Escort Bayan titties and pussy galore. I watched Terry or Terra and her sisters walk in a circle like old pros. There were some clockwise turnings, some more incantations to the various compass points, a reverse in the circle turning, a little drinking from the altar chalice, some consuming of consecration cakes (devil’s food?) and then things started to break up; with the girls putting their robes back on. Just like that it was over, or at least I thought when the near naked dude with the doll’s head came to me and handed me his dumb wand, and proclaimed, “Behold the new Lord of Misrule, yours is to do what you desire for the evening, take the mickey out. No one is immune to your desires. Now consummate the rite with your chosen consort. Plant your seed”

I reached into my pocket and sure enough there was a pumpkin seed. How did this guy know it was there when I didn’t? I was given a robe to wear. Not one of those nice long white ones, but one of those short see through ones, that had my mickey hanging out. I hung my clothes on the rock. I was concerned about the limited funds in my wallet, but it seemed like a bad time to be distrusting of my host and hostess who were making me a “Lord”.

Now I was wondering about the exact meaning of the words and phrase “consummate” and “plant your seed.” I was entertaining sexual ideas. The pumpkin seed I surmised was a red herring. I was uncertain what to do at this point. I looked to Terry for some help and held out my hand to her. After all she was Terra and I didn’t want to upset her or anger all the gods in the forest. Actually it was her wrath I feared most.

Terra slowly led me over to the altar. It may have looked like I was doing the leading, but I was still semi-clueless at this point. We got to the foot of the altar when Terry turned around and faced me. She gave me a long wet passionate kiss, followed by a five point kiss. Terra then dutifully lay down on the altar, on her back and slid her robe up to reveal her pussy to me and all the forest denizens.

This was the first good look I ever had of a real live pussy. Looked like the ones in Playboy magazine, although not as airbrushed. I knew what to do, but I didn’t have a boner. I was a bit embarrassed. Normally I sport one all the time. However, in front of a crowd, I had some minor problems. Two of the young ladies from the group came to my rescue. With their robes still on, but hanging seductively off their breasts, they knelt on the ground by me and stroked my thighs, without touching Mr. Mickey. As I was getting aroused, one of the maidens was blowing on my dick. I wanted to tell her that “blow” was just an expression, but everyone seemed solemn at this point.

Once aroused I mounted myself on top of Terra. My cock easily slid into her pussy. This was a new sensation for me. It didn’t feel like a blow job or a hand job. The intense warmth generated by the pussy caught me off guard. I was expecting something so wet to be cool, instead of warm. The women joined in a circle and walked clockwise around us chanting a chorus to Osiris and Isis, who we seemed to represent at the moment.

“Spear to the Cauldron Lance to the Grail Spirit to flesh Man in woman Sun and earth Lord of life arise Osiris and Isis blessed be”

There is nothing like sexual references in religion to get me off. Terra was moving her hips repeating, “Give me your divine seed Osiris.” I didn’t even mind being called by the wrong name…. I wondered how she would like it. Her hip movement threw me off. I thought she was just supposed to lay there while I did all the fucking. Apparently I was not cumming fast enough. That would not be a problem. As the women circled around, they removed their robes, to show me all their glory. I caught Beth at the corner of my eye. She had a beautiful pussy to match her hair. It looked so warm and inviting. I held Terra by her ass for a moment to stop her rhythm that was upsetting my own, and planted my seed inside of her.

The women shouted with joy. The men folk had brought out the grills and were cooking steak and vegetables saved from the Pooka. I walked around with that poor excuse for a hospital robe still on with my ass and dick still hanging out. We sat down at the picnic tables to feast.

Terry said to me, “Having a good time My Mischief King?”

“Just as long as you are my queen” I replied.

There was a campfire behind us. Terry grabbed some chestnuts and placed them on the fire to roast. The nuts popped and splattered. One of the shrapnel hit me solid in the chest. The High Priestess said that was a sign from the goddess that we should forever be joined. Later I would find out she must have meant the goddess of discord. But nothing could go wrong tonight.

Terry got our steaks as we sat at the table. Terry sat to my left and Beth to my right. (How Terry let this slip by, I don’t know.) Terry was cutting up my steak and feeding it to me. We seemed to have a problem in paradise. Terry liked her steaks rare. Escort İvedik I liked mine cooked. Rare was a bad phrase to use, because it implies the steak did spend some time on the grill. I had trouble chewing the bloody piece of meat and managed to wash it down with some malted beverage. I wasn’t even keeping an eye on Debbie at this point to see when she would start shaking her tits. It felt like I swallowed half a cow that night.

Beth-el had placed her hand on my naked thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. Reflexively I had another hard-on.

I looked at Terry, took her by the hands and said, “The Mischief guy wants to plant more seed.”

Terry said back to me, “You have already planted your seed in me, Osiris; you must plant it elsewhere so it can sprout.”

My eyes must have out grown my head when Terry said that as she continued, “This is your night, I won’t be angry with you, go and take whom ever you find desirable. It is your duty. You are expected to perform again.”

I didn’t need a lot of encouragement. I was a bit green, but not stupid. Besides everyone thought I was going to die in Vietnam next year. I went up to the High Priestess, who in spite being the oldest person in the group, (mid thirties) had the biggest titties. I asked her to escort me to the altar. She told me, she had to obey me as do all the women here, clearly a dozen of them.

The Priestess stood at the foot of the altar. She still had on her see through half robe with pussy visible from the bottom. I gave her a five fold kiss. I planted a good hard kiss on her lips, which was a bit of a shock to her, then placed my hands on her shoulders forcing her down to her knees in front of me. The High Priestess knew what to do with my scepter. She grasped my shaft and placed the end in her mouth. She made long strokes as my cock glided across her lips. The Priestess then pulled my cock from her mouth and pressed it against her parted wet lips. She stuck her tongue out just enough to lick the underside of my dick. With one hand she caressed my balls until they were round and full. Then she licked them too. Damn! I hoped Terry was taking notes. This was her idea.

Once I was ready to cum, the High Priestess stopped and whispered, “You must plant your seed inside Mother Earth, it can not grow on unhallowed land.”

From that I surmised I wasn’t going to cum in her mouth. That indeed would be a tough way to make her pregnant even for a fertility goddess. The High Priestess laid herself open to me. She spread her legs wide apart and held them up in the air with her hands. I noticed a scar- a hysterectomy as it turned out. Looks like the fertility goddess still has her work cut out for her. I penetrated the bearded well of the Priestess. It was not nearly as tight as Terry’s pussy. I reached up and touched the titties of the High Priestess. I never felt the titties of a Priestess before. They were bigger than Terry’s titties and a lot softer, but lacked her firmness. Since Terry was my first and only fuck up to this point in my life, I compared everything to her pussy.

I was rhythmically fucking the Priestess. She was moving her hips slightly, and in rhythm with my movements. I wished Terry was taking good notes. With the squeezing of her tits I came inside the old sacred well that had dried up years ago.

We returned to the table area. I needed some more of that sacred malt beverage, which sprang forth from a silver well of life, placed on the back of a moving pedestal with the sacred number 43 printed squarely on the back. If Terry can become Terra and Beth become Beth-el, I was changing Michael to Michelob.

It appears no one had a sense of humor about my name change. I was not taking the religion seriously. They extend their friendship, open themselves up to me, allow me to have sex with any of their women and all I cared about was beer and blowjobs. At 18 I had already established my life priorities.

There was some more dancing in a circle, a little chanting and some good luck spell casting etc. I participated in these activities as best as I could without being irreverent to whatever it is they were worshipping. The High Priestess blessed the union between Terra and the kid, although she referred to me as Michael instead of Michelob. This was important to Terry.

Things were winding down. Beth informed me that I had only one hour left as Lord of Misrule. I didn’t know I had a time limit on this reign. I was hoping it would last a few life times. I took that as a hint. I gathered both Beth ands Debbie and suggested a three-some, even though I had only enough seed for one of them. This raised a few eyebrows amongst the crowd, but I figure they should all be glade I wasn’t fucking their wife, except for the High Priest whose old lady I already plowed.

Debbie took the lead on this one as she was more experienced. Beth was no virgin, seems I was the only virgin in this group, but she lacked Debbie’s know how. This time I was placed on the altar and my robe was parted. Debbie stood on one side and Beth on the other still in their white garb. Debbie eagerly gobbled down my dick as Beth licked my balls. Beth didn’t care too much for me. She thought I was a geek, and maybe she was correct. I certainly didn’t have her cool. However, Beth also liked to piss off Terry, and what better way than to fuck her boyfriend in front of her face.

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Chapter 3: The Cake

Thanks for all the votes and feedback on the first parts. Some of you objected that the setup was too improbable. Well, it’s supposed to be a bit silly. 🙂

This is the third and last part. If you haven’t, I’d recommend that you read the other two parts first.

There she was, Katie, Cat, Kitten. Naked, molested, throat fucked and pussy licked by four men. Four men she had met just that day, who had made her an offer that had changed everything she thought she knew. There she was, so open, so vulnerable. And still, for a few more seconds, a virgin. For the incredinble amount of a million dollars, she had given up the rights to stay that way. No, there was no doubt now. Th good gorl had sold that title away. She was their whore for the night, their very own little virgin fuck-toy.

She was once again pulled to the middle of the bed. Gentle but firm hands spread her legs apart, massaged her nipples, a tongue licked her thigh, and another one licked her neck. Then they were all gone, and Dennis was hovering above her, with his cock aiming straight at her virgin hole.

“You know this might hurt a bit, right.”

“I know.” she said. “Just get on with it. And take it easy, ok?”

“I will, kitten. And don’t worry, it will get better pretty soon.”

He sunk his body down over her, and the tip of his cock head nudged in between her pussy lips. A short push, and Katie whimpered in surprise at the sensation of having her opening stretched out like never before. Another thrust, and she felt his cock bury itself until it poked at her hymen. Dennis halted and kissed Katie on the forehead.

“You have no idea just how good your pussy feels, do you? How does it feel for you? Filled up?” he asked. Katie just nodded

“Now it’s up to you. I can do this slow, or I can do it fast, like with a band-aid. What will it be?”

“Just…do it, already.”

Even before she had closed the last syllable, Dennis plunged deep inside of her, shredding her hymen, violently stretching her pussy around the invading meat. Katie screamed out in pain. Something had broken inside of her. She knew that it would, but she hadn’t been prepared foir that sharp sensation. She bit her lip and shut here eyes But the most intense pain quickly subsided. It ached, but wasn’t unbearable. Dennis cock was fully inside of her and the worst, she thought, was now over.

Then Dennis started to move, pull out, and Katie felt the ache ot that hard rod almost pulling her up with him, before he shoved his cock into her again. Was the hurt never going to stop? Then immediately pulling out and slamming in again. Pain shot through the girl’s body with each thrust, and she clung to his shoulder as he slowly pumped in and out, in and out in silence. And slowly, the sensation of his hard, warm member sliding in and out of her tightly hugging cunt began to send more and more mixed messages. The pain subsided, and was gradually replaced by the same stimulation that had driven her to two orgasms already by the hands and tongues of the men around her. No, not the same, this time that wamth spread slower and stronger, but not as local and distinct as before.

She eased her grip around Dennis’ body and began breathing more regularly again. Not ever slowing down, Dennis kissed her on the mouth, and sucked her tongue into his, she responded eagerly, and they slowly fucked and kissed for another minute.

“Felling better now?” he suddenly asked.

“Yes…this is…this is…nice.” she whispered out the air between them.

“Oh, it’s ‘nice’, is it? Well, I think I paid for naughty. So how about this?”

He slammed himself into her with full force, and began fucking her poor girl underneath him faster and harder than ever before, and with an ever increasing energy. Katie didn’t have time to reply. She was too busy trying to remember to breathe. She was being driven harder and harder down into the mattress, and the raw, brutal, burning sexual sensation inside of her was distracting her from any rational thinking at this point. She said nothing, she just closed her eyes, and let herself be ravished.

Dennis’ pace became more and more intense, and suddenly he plunged her cock as far into Katie’s cunt that it felt like their hip bones collided. He held her close this time, and let out a long groan, as he shot a load of thick, white cum into Katie’s no longer virgin cunt. After a few seconds of catching his breath, he pulled out of her and sat himself down between her legs. Warm, white fluids came trickling out of her, and travelled down into her ass-crack. She didn’t care, there was only one thought in her head. That was it. She was not a virgin anymore. She had been so very fucked. And the night was far from over.

“Jesus Christ!” Dennis exclaimed. “You guys have got to try her pussy right now. That was incredible.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Roger said, climbed on to the bed. He gave Katie an inquiring look to see if she was up for more, and when she nodded and bit her lip, Demetevler Escort she promptly pushed the length on his shaft in between her pussy lips.

“Oh, yeah. You are so tight, you horny little thing.” he panted. “That’s right. Take it deep. Be my little whore now. Take my cock you dirty little slut!”

“Roger, dammit!” Dennis barked sharply. “What the hell are you calling her?”

“Take it easy, Dennis. I was just caught up in the moment. Monica loves it when I call her that.”

“Well, this is not Monica. Katie is a good girl, and no-one is going to call her names. Got that?”

She blinked in disbelief. Had he just told Roger to mind his manners? The man was fucking her cunt, just like he had done to her mouth before. Dennis wanted Roger to fuck her into a cum-filled mess, to pump his seed into her and ultimately reduce her to his whore. But he asked him to do it politely!?!

“My apologies, Katie. I shouldn’t have called you that. You are not a slut. I’m sorry.” Roger said, never slowing down.

He apologised. He…apologised??? This was too much for Katie. The world was turned inside out, nothing made sense anymore. Her last grip of reality faded away, as Chris plunged his cock into her mouth. She climaxed for the third time a minute later, as Roger unloaded his cum up into her womb in a series of deep, almost brutal thrusts.

They took turns now. Some resting while one or two others filled her up. She didn’t actively fuck back yet. Instead she closed her eyes, parted her legs and let it all just…happen. And she kept on cumming like a clockwork. An hour and six of her orgasms later, all five of them collapsed on the bed in a naked, sweaty, sex-reeking pile. They all just lay there, breathing heavily, for about five minutes.

As the men slowly got up, she finally managed to put words together into full sentences for the first time in quite a while.

“Ok…woah. ” she said in a sleepy voice. “Are you…are we done now?”

Dennis looked down at her, bent down and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Not by a long shot, baby. We’re just taking a little break. Don’t you worry, we’ll be back soon.”

She had expected as much, let out a sigh and curled herself up where she lay.

—–

The four men left the room, exchanging whispered remarks and knowing smiles, as they went out into the kitchen, closing the door. Katie lay there on the side, motionless. Her hair was a mess, her legs were shaking, her jaws ached and her cunt felt beat up.

Monica came over with a glass of champagne and a generous piece of the cake. She sat down beside Katie on the edge of the bed and gently brushed some strands of hair that had stuck to her cum-stained face. She spoke to Katie in a voice that was quite unlike her. She had seemed like a party-all-week girl, loud, bubbly and playful. Now she spoke with a soft, cuddly, almost purring voice.

“Girl, you’re doing great. You’re being really brave, you know, just letting them fuck you like that without losing it. They had to go much slower on me. I kept freaking out all the time at first. And I wasn’t even a virgin.” she said with a distant smile as if replaying a fond memory. Katie looked up at her, a little startled, but nothing really surprised her at this point.

“What? Did…did you, and they…”

“Those guys, and Joel and Billy too. They are brothers, the most gorgeous men you could ever imagine. They couldn’t come on this trip though. Poor them.”

The dark haired, slender woman looked down at the girl lying beside her. She slowly, almost absently, let her fingers wander from Katie’s feet, up to her thighs, hips, the side of her breast and up to her neck, cheek and let it rest in her sweaty hair. She spoke, almost to herself.

“Do you even know how amazing you look? I could kill for a body like yours. You look so…healthy. You look strong, you’ve got muscles. Not too much though, just…right. Compared to you, I’m a stick with tits.”

She stroke her hair in silence for a minute. Then she laughed, showing more of the feisty, bubbly girl from an hour ago.

“Wow, that was some show you put on. I wish they’d done me when I was a virgin. It must be so incredibly overwhelming.” She nudged her and said, more directly, “Come on, Katie, you’ve got to eat. You’ll need the energy.”

Katie shook her head. “Thanks, but I’m not hungry.” she murmured.

“Yes you are.” said Monica. “You haven’t had anything except for a shitload of work-out and, what, five loads of cum?”

“…seven…”

“Counted did we? Ok, seven then, but it just isn’t a meal, you know. Come on girl, you need some fast energy. You need something sweet.”

She took up the plate and gently but promptly began to spoon-feed the sweaty, naked and exhausted girl, as if she was an infant. Katie finally gave in to her own hunger, opened up and began to eat. The strawberry and cream cake took away most of the thick semen taste, and it kept her preoccupied. A few Escort Demetevler mouthfuls of champagne cleared away even the faintest trace of cum from her mouth, and as Monica cleaned her face up with a wet towel, the most of the smell also faded away. Slowly, Katie’s body began to relax. Instead she felt an odd calmness like she had never felt before. Though her thoughts were still in turmoil, her body seemed to had surrender to the fact that she was not in control over it.

And while she lay there, hearing the dampened voices of the men in the other room, feeling Monica stroking her hair and rubbing her belly, Katie’s messed up mind slowly began to put a few pieces together. She knew now that she was safe here. The men who had pumped themselves into her body, filing her mouth and pussy with hot seed might cause her humiliation and physical pain. But they would not harm her.

A blown out candle lay on the now empty plate. Monica picked it up and rolled it thoughtfully between her thumb and index finger.

“What did you wish for?” she asked.

“What?”

“When you blew out the candle and made a wish, you seemed to have something special on your mind.”

“Oh, nothing.”

“No, tell me. Come on.”

“I wished…” Katie began, then stopped. “…I wished my life wouldn’t be boring….”

“Well, I guess that one just came true, eh?” Monica said with impish smile.

“I didn’t quite mean it this way.” Katie replied with a soft giggle.

She paused, the voices from the kitchen had fallen into silence.

“I think it’s time for the second round,” Monica said.

Katie, who had almost forgot that this was just a temporary respite, began to breathe fast and tense up again, as the butterflies in the stomach returned.

“Hey, try to relax, Kitty. They are going to have their way with you all night, and there is really nothing you can do about it. Backing out now would leave with nothing but a gang bang to remember. So just let them have their fun, and try to enjoy it, ok.”

Katie’s reply was a faint whisper. “…I’m trying…”

Chris came out from the lounge room and sat beside the girls. He patted Katie playfully on the butt cheek and asked in a merry voice;

“Ready for part two?”

Katie nodded where she lay. “Sure. I mean, it’s not like it’s gonna get any worse…better…more. Oh, you know what I mean.”

“Perfectly. But you’re wrong. There is still a virgin in you that we need to rid you off.”

“What are you saying…oh. Oh god. Oh…jesus. There too?”

“You agreed to the full treatment, and the full treatment can’t really be considered full unless we have filled you up in every way, now can it?”

They were going to take her in the ass. Before today, guys hadn’t even touched her tits. And now she was going to get ass-fucked by four guys in a hotel room. Ass-fucked for money, like the whore they had made of her. She had already gone too far to back out now. She shook her head to Chris’ question.

“Great! The others will be out shortly. I just went ahead to prepare you.”

He began to slowly caress her pussy, slipping a finger inside of her. Just relax, sweetie…was it Kitten people called you?” ha asked. Katie nodded. “I like that. It’s cool…very sexy. Mind if I call you Kitten?”

“No…sure, I don’t mind. Go right ah…aaa!” Katie suddenly gasped out in surprise as Chris inserted his cum coated index finger into her ass to the second knuckle in one resolute push. It didn’t really hurt, she was just so unused to the sensation. A sensation that intensified when Chris began to wriggle the finger around a bit, before pulling it out and shoving it in again.

As he did this, he continued working on her pussy with the other hand, and she sensed the familiar feeling blow back into life again, this time piqued by the nastiness of the ass fingering. She threw her head back and bit her lip, panting absently.

“You like it?” Monica asked.

“Uh-huh…”

“I thought you would. Chris is a master at this.”

“Why, thank you, baby.” Chris said with a grin aimed at the brunette.

And as she, by the expert hands of Chris, had another shattering orgasm, the three other men walked in. Without another word, they gathered around her on the bed. put her up on all fours and made her spread her legs open. Her puckering, lubed up asshole were their for the taking. Suddenly, she felt a probing know at her opening. She looked back and saw Dennis smiling back at her.

She held on to Roger, who had sat down in front of her, she clung to his torso and bit down on his shoulder in pain as Dennis’ cock head stubbornly gained more and more entrance as he pushed on and finally stretched her virgin ass open enough to continue in. Chris was still rubbing her clit, and those surging sensations helped ease the pain a bit.

“So…goddamn…tight!” Dennis exclaimed behind her back. “You’re incredible baby.”

Then he started pushing on again, ever so slowly Demetevler Escort Bayan rocking back and forward, working his cock into Katie ass, in perfect sync with the girl’s groans of discomfort. When his manhood was finally buried inside of her, he immediately started pulling out again, also ever so slow. It felt like being turned inside out, and Katie screamed out loud.

“Oh, god! I can’t take it! Make it stop! That fucking hurts!”

“Never said it wouldn’t, baby.” Dennis panted. “But if we stop now, you walk with nothing, that was the deal. All or nothing.”

It hurt every time they filled her, it hurt every time they pulled out. But the fingers, and after a short while also cocks, in her pussy and the grip on her nipples and clit still fed her with extreme pleasure. She balanced there, with different intense sensations radiating from every hole, in the grey zone between pain and pleasure. An occasional cock in the mouth would complete the picture, but most of the time, the men were all concentrated on the rhythmic, methodic pounding and overall abuse of her cunt and ass. Again, she was barely aware of where she was or even why, but that was of less importance. Every brain cell was filled with the fucking of her holes and the inevitable buildup towards the next orgasm.

By now she was meeting every thrust with one of her own, both in ass and cunt, racing as fast as she could to another orgasm, even the pained stretch of the anus sending tingling jolts through her body by now. And then, suddenly, as if on an unspoken command, they all pulled out, and took a step back. On the bed, on all fours, naked, shiny from sweat and cum smeared all over her body, and shaking with exhaustion and an impending climax, she frantically looked over her shoulder at the smirking quartet now standing by the bed.

“What…that are you doing?!”

“Have our little kitten made up her mind now? She moves like the wants it. She looks like she wants it. Does the say that she want it too?”

“P-please, just…nnngh…come on…please…”

“You can do better than that, baby. You know what I want to hear. Say you want it.”

“Just…do it…”

“Say it.”

“…please Dennis, pleeeease…put it in me…”

“SAY IT!” he roared.

That did it. Her final defense broke down. After hours of accepting, it was her time to need, to crave, to demand. She filled her lungs and shouted like possessed.

“Yes! I want it! I want you damn it! I want all of you takemenowpleasefuckme! Come ooon!”

They bore down on her like a pack of hungry wolves, and she eagerly took them on, milking, fucking, sucking whatever she was fed, in whatever way she could.

And so it went, as night turned into midnight, and midnight turned into early morning. She was driven deep into depravity by pounding hard members, she was floating on the rapture of orgasm after orgasm until she faded away, motionless and breathless from exhaustion. And then the brutal fucking cocks was replaced by the gentle angel with the birthday cake. She talked to her, held her, stroke her hair and fed her until she was strong enough to continue.

The edges of the world blurred and faded away. She found no words to think with, she couldn’t remember where she was, she found herself forgetting who she was. She was all cunt in a world of cock. She was a little girl in a world of cake.

And finally, she was neither. She was nothing. She stared up into Chris’ face and he shot the last of countless gushes of semen into her eager body. She smiled up at him, and he smiled back. With that everything faded away as the long, exhausting hours finally took possession of her. She slept and slept and slept.

———

She felt the sun in her face minutes before she actually woke up. Somehow, it felt a lot different than the morning before. In her slumber she realised that it wasn’t only because she was an entirely different person now. No, the light was warmer, heavier than other mornings. She opened her eyes to the light and saw that it shone from a different direction. She was still in the hotel room, tucked in between the sheets.

Katie felt like breakfast. She felt like a lot of things. Most of all she felt profoundly changed.

She looked over her shoulder, and into the sleeping face of the man who had made her a whore for the night. He lay beside her on top of the sheets, and he was fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. In this morning light, he didn’t look so smart, powerful and intimidating. It was just a…guy. She lay there and looked at his peaceful face for a minute before her craving for breakfast got the better of her.

She sat up in the bed, and realised with some surprise that she was dressed for sleep. She wore a big white t-shirt with the caption Built by Beer in big red letters and a pair of plain cotton panties, she was clean, dry, and her hair smelled of shampoo. Strange, how did that happen? She had expected to wake up a naked, sweaty and sticky mess. Now the only thing that hinted of the extreme night she’d had was the feeling between her legs. But what a feeling. She felt swollen, beat up and kind of hollow. Like she was so stretched out down there that only another hard one inside of her could counter it.

Dennis stirred, opened his eyes and looked up at her. “Hey, baby.”

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Winter was approaching. Not cold enough to bundle up, but cold enough to wear a jacket.

To my dismay, I hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing her wearing any of her short dresses for a while, unless she was wearing leggings under them.

The contract on her apartment was up, so she decided to go ahead and move in with me. We spent a couple of days transferring all of her stuff to my apartment. Fortunately, both of us were semi-minimalists, so it was not too big of an ordeal.

I pondered the fact that she was actually going to be sleeping next to me every night. How will I deal with that, I thought to myself.

Because we usually are refraining from doing anything sexual, it got a little… frustrating, shall we say, at times.

I mean, I was half hard on that trip, but, just like in economics, the more of something there is, the less value it has, and the buildup has yielded some very nice results for her, so far, which I thoroughly enjoyed.

She sat in the passenger seat, surfing the internet on her phone, occasionally saying something related to whatever she happened to be seeing.

“What’s a ‘blumpkin’?”

I let out a quiet laugh.

“Something we won’t be doing,” I replied.

“Is that so, Mr. Man?” she asked jokingly, with a raised voice, as she started tapping intently on her screen.

I could not help but grow a huge smile.

“Well, maybe I’d like to decide for myself whether or not I want t-yeah, we won’t be doing that,” her tone lowered with perfect comedic timing, inciting me to laugh boisterously, which I rarely ever did.

She smiled to herself in appreciation.

After a moment, I asked, “What Batıkent Escort were you looking at that made you ask what a blumpkin is?”

Never looking up from the phone, she said, “Never you mind,” with a sly grin on her face.

I could not stop smiling for a good thirty seconds.

Back a my place, or rather our place, we brought in the last of her belongings and hung up our jackets.

We put things away, organized, took inventory, rested in front of the TV.

It was getting close to dark, and we were getting hungry. She had said earlier that she wanted to cook for us to celebrate.

“I feel like eggs, tonight,” she said, getting up and walking to the kitchen.

“Sounds good, but we don’t have any,” I warned.

“Shoot.” I heard the fridge open. “You have a sausage.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Why, yes. I do have a sausage,” I said, wondering if she would catch the double entendre. “Would you like to eat my sausage?” No reply. “Perhaps with two eggs?” Another pause.

“I would very much like to eat your sausage,” she replied, playfully.

I started chubbing a little.

“A nice hot sausage covered in the sticky runny of your eggs,” she went farther than I expected, and then I was at full boner.

I heard the fridge close.

“I’m going to the store for some eggs,” she said from the kitchen.

“Okay,” I said from the couch.

As she passed by, she ran her fingers across my head and face, and then my raised fingers.

I had noticed that we did not really ever say good bye to each other, when we were physically in each other’s presence. We usually just touched Batıkent Escort Bayan in ways similar to that.

More often than not, when she caressed my head, it meant she was at least a little aroused. She enjoyed letting me know when she was a little bit horny, and I definitely enjoyed knowing it.

She slipped on her jacket and left the apartment.

About thirty seconds later, I received a text from her.

Her: [I forgot to ask if you needed anything.]

Me: [Yeah. Either more detergent or more underwear]

Me: [I keep pre-cumming like crazy when I’m around you]

Me: [or thinking about you]

I waited, but there was no reply. Hmm.

After about twenty seconds, the door flew open. She stormed in, and all in one motion, took off her jacket, shut the door and threw everything that she was holding on the floor.

What the heck, I questioned silently with wide eyes, as she headed straight for me.

She grabbed my shirtfront and pulled so hard that I thought she might rip it. I moved as quickly as I could with her in order to help avoid any damage to my clothes.

She shoved me to the floor, straddled my hips, pinned my hands to the floor, and immediately attacked my mouth with hers.

She started grinding the crotch of her leggings into my bulge.

“Ohh,” I quietly breathed out with the sudden pressure and friction.

She parted our kiss to focus more on her hip movement. Her head was hovering over mine, and her hair hung down, swaying back and forth with her rocking.

She stared me in the eye, only periodically closing them in particular pleasure, but Escort Batıkent the moments when her parted lips drew back slightly, showing her aggression, was what really brought me close to the edge.

“Nnnnnggg”, emanated from her, and then she picked up her speed even more. “Yes,” she uttered with a half moan, half whine, and that made me lose it.

“Oh, shit,” I exhaled quickly and then unloaded stream after stream of cum into my underwear, as my hips pumped against her. “Oh, Jen,” I managed between convulsions.

That must have been her tipping point, because she lowered her head, slowed and let out a long, almost labored groan.

Her pace slowed by half and fingers splayed from her palms pressing down on my wrists.

“Fuuuuuuck,” she said, low, with a long exhale. Her pace slowed further.

She put her hands on my chest and shifted herself to sit on my stomach, then forcefully grabbed the sides of my head.

She gave me one deep kiss then bit my lower lip and pulled it just far enough to not hurt, then released.

“Damn, boy,” she said, finished, but still panting.

“You did all the work,” I said, rubbing my hands up and down the back of her ribcage.

She patted my left cheek three times, paused for a short recovery, put her hands on my chest, paused again, pushed herself up and stood over me.

If she hadn’t been wearing black leggings under that dress, I would have had a magnificent view.

She put two fingers between her legs, wiped, then licked them, while looking me in the eye.

“I’m gonna go get some eggs. And maybe both of us some new underwear.” Somewhat exhausted, she turned, stepping one foot over me, and went to pick up her jacket and keys from the floor.

Not bothering to put on the jacket, she opened the door, walked out, and shut it behind her.

I stayed on the floor a little bit longer, not really looking forward to the feel the cum-filled underwear on my walk to the bathroom.

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Eric is spending a weekend in Las Vegas.

He checks in at his favorite casino.

He gets dressed and goes down for some lunch. He doesn’t see any hot babes around, so he walks into the casino. His eyes roam over the Black Jack tables. Nothing there either.

He takes a seat at the table and buys in $2000.

A half hour later a very small Chinese girl sits next to him at the table. He looks her over. Small, just under five feet tall. A or B cups. Slender waist. Nice ass that just fits her overall size. She is wearing a UNLV t shirt. A nice looking package.

He smiles at her and she returns his smile. She buys in $500. She wins five hands in a row. Eric congratulates her.

He introduces himself.

“Hey lucky girl. My name is Eric.”

“Hello Eric, My name is Hawn. Nice to meet you.

“I see by your t shirt that you go to UNLV.”

“Yes. I’m a sophomore, my second year.”

“What are you studying?”

“Business management and marketing.”

Eric laughs.

“That was my major too.”

“Where did you go to school?”

“Harvard Business School”

“Wow. Did you get a BA?”

“I went for my Masters.”

She is impressed.

“So, how are your studies going? Are you having any trouble.?”

“The second year is a lot harder than I thought it would be.”

“Maybe I could help you with it. We could meet somewhere. You could pick the place. I could be your unofficial tutor.”

“That’s nice of you to offer. I could probably use some help. It’s important that I do well. My father wants me to join the family business.”

“Is your fathers business here in Nevada?”

“No, it’s in China. He sent me here to study.”

“Let me put my number in your phone. If you need my help, just call me. I’m more than glad to help you out.”

“What is your business?”

“I’m a business and marketing consultant. I help people with their start up ventures.”

Eric says, “It’s nice meeting you, Hawn. I have an appointment in one hour.”

She touches his arm.

“Thanks for the offer Eric. I’m sure I could use some help. Be expecting my call.”

He gives her his best smile and walks away.

Two days later she calls.

“Hello.”

“Yes, this is Eric.”

“Hi Hawn. Nice to hear your voice.”

“Yes, the offer still stands. I would love to help you.”

“I’ll be there in thirty minutes. I’ll pull a campus map up and find you.”

He finds her sitting in the library. She has her books scattered on the table. He pulls a chair up beside her.

He helps her for the next hour, explaining everything to her.

“How about I buy you lunch. You pick the place.”

“Oh yes. I’m starving.”

He follows her to a small coffee shop.

He meets her at her car and takes her by the hand and leads her inside. She feels very feminine being led by her wrist. Her nipples perk up and her pussy muscles tighten.

They find a booth in the back and order lunch.

He offers her food from his plate. She takes it. She likes it when he feeds her. Her nipples get hard again and her pussy get a little wet.

He looks into her eyes and she smiles at him.

“You’re very beautiful. I could look at you all day.”

She blushes and drops her eyes. Her pussy tingles. She feels very small next to this huge man. She puts her hand on his arm.

“Thank you Eric. That’s a nice thing to say.”

He decides not to press it today. There is plenty of time.

“Would you like to meet at the library tomorrow. There are some other things I would like to go over with you.”

“Yes, I was going to ask you. You beat me to it.”

“Same time or would another time be better.?”

“Let’s make it for 4pm. Does that work for you?”

“Perfect. I will postpone an appointment I have. I would rather help a beautiful lady instead.”

She blushes again.

He pays the tab and takes her by the hand and they go to her car. He leans down and kisses her on the cheek.

“See you tomorrow.”

She has a strong reaction to his kiss. Her pussy juice soaks her panties and her nipples swell to twice their size. She wiggles her ass around as she drives home.

Eric has seen her reactions to him. He decides to let her make the first move. He is looking forward to fucking this little beauty. She will look good with his nine inches buried in her tight pussy. He will make her beg and beg for his cum.

The meet the next day.

“Hi Hawn. You’re looking very pretty today.”

She blushes.

“Thank you Eric. You’re looking handsome yourself.”

“Thanks. You ready to get to work?”

He helps her for a couple of hours.

“You make it sound so easy. You explain it better than my professor.”

They chat for a while. She feels completely at ease with him.

“I want to repay you for all your help. I would like to prepare a traditional Chinese dinner for you tonight.”

“I can’t turn down an offer like that. A Chinese dinner with a beautiful lady. You’re on.”

He follows her home.

She let’s Yenikent Escort him in and he reaches around her waist and picks her up and kisses her on the mouth. She grabs him around the neck. Her feet are off the floor. She returns his kiss. He lets her down.

“Oh my, that surprised me.”

“I couldn’t resist. You are so kissable.”

She blushes bright red. They go in the kitchen. She starts getting stuff ready.

“I’ll be right back.”

She goes into her bedroom. A few minutes later she comes out. She is wearing a t shirt that just covers her small breast, and a pair of loose shorts..He sees her nipples and pubic hair through them.

“I like your outfit. It’s really nice.”

“I’m glad you like it. I like to be comfortable at home.”

He sits at the kitchen table and she opens a bottle of Chinese wine and pours two glasses. She moves around and he watches her closely. She is small and hot.

She set dinner out and they enjoy her efforts.

“That was wonderful. I’ve never had a traditional meal like this. Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. It’s nice to cook for someone. Especially someone who appreciates it.”

She clears the table and Eric tops off their wine glasses and takes her by the hand and leads her to the living room.

He sits and pulls her down next to him. She looks up and smiles at him. He kisses her on the forehead. She snuggles up next to him and curls her legs up, her knees on his thigh. He puts one arm around her shoulders and one on her thigh. She shivers a little and her nipples show through her shirt.

They sip their wine and she feels a little buzz. She lays her head on his chest and sighs. He puts his hand on her cheek and holds her. She gives a little moan. He gently lifts her face and kisses her lips. She moans again and he licks her lips. She opens her mouth and he searches for her tongue. He leans back an looks into her eyes.

“You lips are so soft and sweet.”

He kisses her again and she groans and gives him her tongue. She his breathing hard as she responds to their kiss. He reaches up and circles her nipple through her shirt. She pushes her breast to him. He tweaks it and she cries out. Her pussy is getting her shorts wet. He reaches under her shirt and cups her small breast.. She pushes to him. He rolls her nipple between his finger and thumb. He hips twitch as an electric pulse hits her pussy. Her pussy juice is getting on his leg. She looks up into his eyes. He can see the passion there.

“Eric. I’ve never done this before. I want you to make me into a woman. Please be gentle with me.”

She rises and sits astride his lap and hugs her breasts against him. He holds her and kisses her face and neck. She moans, responding to his kisses.

“Just show me your love. I’ll try not to hurt you. It may hurt a little at first, but that’s normal. Just trust me.”

“I do Eric. I do. You are so gentle with me. I love how you hold me in your big strong arms.”

He slowly lifts her t shirt over head. She lifts her arms to help. He kisses her neck and twirls her nipples. She leans her head back and moans. He lifts her and takes a nipple in his mouth. He sucks it and it grows for him. He sucks the other one up while he twirls the other. Her pussy is dripping and she is breathing hard.

“Stand up and take you shorts off for me. I want to see all of your beauty. Can you do that for me.”

In a little voice she says, “Yes. I can do that. No man has ever seen me naked, but I want to be naked for you. I know how much you like it. I want to please you.”

She slowly pulls her shorts down. He pulls her to him by her ass cheeks. He parts her natural bush and slips his tongue to her lips. She squeal and humps to his face. He stands and sits her on the sofa. He pulls her ass out to the edge of the cushion. He kneels between her legs and licks up her crack. She jerks and spreads her legs for him. He licks as he watches her lips fill with blood and open for him. He licks her clit and it pops out from under it’s hood. She squeals as he sucks on it. He slowly brings her to an orgasm. She grabs his head and cries out.

“Eric, Eric. What did you do to me. That was wonderful. I’ve never felt like that.”

“That was an orgasm, baby. It’s part of becoming a woman. You will have many more of those tonight.”

“Oh god. I hope so. That was amazing.”

He takes her in his arms and carries her to the bedroom. He lays beside her and takes her in his arms. He kisses her lips and she grabs him around the neck and holds on. Their tongues find each other. He sticks his finger in her pussy and feels her hymen.

“I need to break through this, baby. It will hurt a little for a minute. Just relax and trust me.”

He pushes his big finger in and pokes through it. She cries out and he holds her close.

“It’s over now, baby. No more pain.”

“That wasn’t as bad as I though it would be. Those books were all wrong. Thanks you for being gentle with me.”

He drops between her legs again and licks her. She responds with a little Yenikent Escort Bayan moan. He tastes her blood. He licks it away and brings her passion up again. He legs wrap around his shoulders and she humps up to his face. He makes her cum and cry out four more times. She forgets about the slight pain he caused.

He rolls over and puts her on top. He holds her pussy against his cock. She squeaks as it touches her. He slowly lets her down on it. It pushes her lips apart as the head slowly slides in. It Pops in and she cries out.

“Oh oh oh It’s so big. It’s stretching me out.”

He pushes a little more in and she moans.

“Just relax you muscles and let it slide in.”

He feels her relax and gives her more. Her pussy muscles squeeze on his cock. He groans. She is so tight he almost cums. He pulls her up and down, getting her used to it. She is moaning and groaning.

“Oh Eric. That feels so good. It’s doesn’t hurt like the book said. I want all of you in me.”

He slowly gives her more and more. Finally, after ten minutes, it’s almost all the way in. He thrusts the last inch in and hits her cervix. She screams and cums on his cock. Her pussy juice runs down on his cock and balls. Her pussy muscles milk his cock. She falls on his chest and hugs him.

“Eric, I had another orgasm. You made me do it. I love when you do that to me.”

He starts gently stroking in and out of her pussy. She meets his thrusts with her own. She pushes down and his cock hits her cervix and she cums again. She is learning fast.

“That’s it baby. Push down and you can make it happen.”

She decides to see how many times she can do it. He helps her and she cums and cums. She is way past thinking about getting pregnant. She is going for it. He feels his cum getting ready. He speeds up and she cums faster and faster. Her screams get louder and louder. He gives one final thrust and cums all over her cervix. She screams and cums with him. She falls on his chest.

After a few minutes she is able to talk.

“I’m a woman now. I feel so wonderful. Thanks you Eric, for making me into a woman. I feel complete now. You are such a strong and gentle lover.”

“I’m your love tutor too, baby. Not just your studies.”

“I hope you will tutor me more. I want more and more. Please tell me you will.”

“I promise baby. I want you more too. You are a sweet lover for me.”

“I don’t care that you put your sperm in me. I still want you more and more.”

She looks at the clock.

“Wow. We did it for two hours. I lost track of all time.”

“I did too baby. You made me forget everything except how good you make me feel.”

“Will you stay with me tonight. I want you here with me all night. I’ll make breakfast for you. I don’t have any classes tomorrow. You can stay all day.”

“On one condition. We stay naked all the time. Then I can see your beauty all day long.”

“That means I get to look at your big strong muscles all day too. It’s a deal.”

She rolls off him and he takes her in his arms and pulls her close. She purrs and burrows in.

“I feel so good in your arms, Eric. You make me feel special and loved.”

‘You are baby. Stay close to me all night.”

The hug and kiss and finally fall asleep.

He wakes alone in the bed the next morning. He gets up and finds her standing in front of the bathroom mirror. He hugs her and holds her breasts. She holds his hands to her.

“I look different today. I feel different too. I think it’s because I’m a woman now. What do you think?

“Let me look.”

He holds her hands above her head.

“I see a beautiful face. I see love in your eyes. I see two beautiful breasts. I see a flat stomach. I see some pussy hair. I see two beautiful legs. It looks like everything is there.”

“You silly. I think I’m different. I see a woman now.”

“I see it too. You are a beautiful woman now.”

He tickles her and she squeals.

“Let’s shower. I want to wash your woman parts.”

“Good. Then I can wash your man parts.”

They hop in the shower and wash each others parts. He grabs her by her ass cheeks and lifts her just above his cock. He slowly lets her fall on it. The head slowly slides into her pussy. She moans and she slides down on it. He hangs on with her arms around his neck and presses her breasts against him. He pulls her up and down and flexes his cock. She squeals and cums. He moves her up and down, flexing every few minutes. He makes her cum and cum. He pulls her all the way down and unloads more cum on her cervix. She cries out and cums with him. Her head falls back as she rides out her orgasm. He helps her out of the shower and dries her off. His cum is running down her legs. She leans against the wall to keep from falling.

“Oh Eric, you make me have so many orgasms. I love when you are in me. I would never say no to you. You make me feel too good. Your sperm is so hot in me. I have an orgasm every time you put it in me. I want more and more.”

He takes her in his arms and Escort Yenikent carries her to the kitchen.

“Where is that breakfast you promised me?”

“The coffee is ready. I made it when I got up. Your food will be ready in a few minutes.”

He fondles her ass as she cooks. She giggles and tries to concentrate. He reaches up and pinches her nipples and she drops her spatula.

“I’m helping you cook, baby.”

“You’re helping me stay wet for you. It’s hard to cook when you help.”

“While you’re cooking you need to learn sexy words. Sperm is called cum. When you have an orgasm, you are cumming. My penis is a cock. Your vagina is a pussy. When I am in you we are fucking. The fluid from your pussy is called pussy juice. When my cock is big it’s called a hard on. Got it?”

“Yes. I knew some of it. I’ve heard other girls talking about sex. My educations is almost complete.”

“Just make one plate for both of us. I want you to sit on my lap and I’ll feed you.”

“That sounds like fun. I can play with your cock while I eat.”

“I may cum on you if you do that.”

“I know. I think I can make you do that. That’s called a hand job, right?”

“Right. You also need to learn what a blow job is.”

“”I know what that is. Some girls told me. I would do that for you.”

“Did they tell you about swallowing it?”

“One girl said she did. The others said the didn’t. I would swallow for you. I like pleasing you. I hope it tastes good.”

She sets a plate of food down and climbs on his lap. He picks her up and sits her astride him. His cock is against her stomach. She grabs it with both hands and open her mouth. He gives her a bit of egg. Some yolk dribbles on her nipple. He licks it off.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you? You wanted to lick my nipple.”

“Do you want some more egg on your nipple?

“Put some on your cock. I’ll lick it off.”

She is doing a two handed hand job on him as he feeds her. He feeds her slowly, waiting for his cum to rise.

“Go faster baby. I’ll make a mess on you.”

She gets off his lap and puts her mouth on his cock and strokes him faster. He feels it coming.

“Here it comes baby. Get ready.”

“I’m ready. Give it to me. I want to swallow it.”

She puts her lips around the head and waits for it.

He spurts a load in her mouth. She catches most of it and swallows. He spurts again and she catches all of it and swallows it. She takes all the rest and swallows it all. She licks off what ran down on her hand and scoops up some that got on his leg.

“Oh goody. That tastes good. I want more and more. You can cum in my mouth anytime you want. It’s better than egg yolk.”

She gets back on his lap and they finish breakfast. He lifts her by her ass cheeks and settles her on his cock. She cries out as it slides in her. She squeezes it with her pussy. He moans and lifts her up and down. He drops her and his cock hits her cervix and she screams out as she cums. He makes her cum eight more times and then he cums in her. They both cry out in ecstasy. He hugs her to his chest. She kisses him on his face and neck.

“You make me feel so good, Eric. I just can’t get enough of you.”

“You are so beautiful when you cum on me. I love watching you cum.”

Stay on me. I want my cock in you for a while. Your pussy feels so good around my cock. She lays her head on his chest and gives him little kisses on his neck.

“Eric. My pussy is getting tender. I think we should just do oral stuff for a while. I wish we could do everything, but I need to rest my pussy. I still want to cum with you. You are so big it will take a while for me to get used to it.”

“That’s fine baby. I don’t want you to be in pain. Your pussy gets the day off. All you have to do is look beautiful for me.

He walks into the living room. She follows holding his cock in one hand and is feeling of his ass with the other. She wants to be touching him all the time. He sits on the sofa. She sits astride his lap, still holding his cock. She holds it against her stomach. She can feel his heart beat as it throbs against her.

“I love your cock Eric. I want to hold it all the time.”

She lays against his chest, pressing her breasts against him. She snuggles her face under his chin and gives him little kisses on his neck.

“My big strong handsome lover.”

Over the next two days, they enjoy each others bodies and minds.

Monday morning ,Hawn gets ready for school.

“Eric. This has been the most wonderful weekend of my life. You made me into a woman. You made me cum so many times I can’t count. You are a wonderful lover and I want to see you again. I want more of your cum in me.”

“Oh course. I want to see you again too. Let your pussy get better and we can fuck some more. I’ll give you all the cum you want.”

I have some appointments today and you have school. When you’re ready for more loving or for help with your school work, just call me. I’ll be there for you.

A few days later, she calls Eric.

“Hello.”

“HI baby.”

“Tonight. Of course.”

“Six is fine.”

“Bye baby.”

He shows at her house right on time. She greets him as the door naked. She jumps into his arms and wraps her legs around him. She pulls his face down and kisses him. They kiss and suck on each others lips and tongues.

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