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Chapter 27

Sue had all but killed me and I wasn’t worth a shit for a few days. I barely had the energy to fix my own meals. I worked a little bit cleaning up the scroll saw and it was looking pretty good. I oiled up the bearings and ran the motor to loosen everything up. Satisfied that I had done a good job I started on the drill press. It was in good shape and just needed cleaning and oiling. I found just about everything I needed if I found an interesting project to make.

I ran into Mary at the store and had a chance to talk to her about Julie’s problem and she said she had a few ideas and would make some notes for her and talk to her as soon as she could. She also said that she would like some time with me and I laughed and said I would have to check my calendar.

They had some thin oak sheets and I picked them up as well as some tracing paper and some spray adhesive. I thought I would start a project to keep myself busy now that the fall season was well under way.

Grace had stopped by a few times and she was happy now that she had come to terms with her fathers “hobby.” She had studied his journals and thought if she changed the names she could compile them into a book of some sort so she kept them locked away.

It was Saturday and I hadn’t heard from Janice in for a few weeks and because she worked out of town I just figured she was busy catching up on the weekends. I was out for a little ride and as I came to her house I decided to stop and say hello. She came to the door with a bandana around her head and looked like she was doing house work. I apologized for stopping without calling but I wanted to make sure she was ok and say hello and if she was busy I could see her another time.

She smiled one of her diamond smiles and she held the door open for me to enter. “Any excuse to put off doing housework is a good one Mike so come in and we can catch up,” she said. We went into the kitchen and I could smell fresh coffee brewing and she offered me a cup.

“How have you been Janice? I haven’t heard from you in quite a while and things have been quiet over on this side of the woods.” I asked.

“Well to be honest I am a little embarrassed about the orgy that we all had last time we were together. I am not usually like that but got caught up in the moment” she blushed and diverted her eyes away from me.

“Please don’t feel like that Janice, I don’t think any less of you and I am sure the other participants don’t either. We are all adults and whatever we do will stay amongst us as far as I am concerned. The only time I would talk about it is with the people that were there.”

She looked relieved and hugged me, reassuring me that she was still friendly toward me.

We talked for a bit and she told me all about her other life in Knoxville. Her work kept her busy during the day and she had a few friends in the city but didn’t have any serious relationships. She blushed again and told me she had a male friend and they were more like fuck buddies than lovers. She always insisted that he wear a condom because she didn’t know if he had other people he was fucking.

I asked why she didn’t insist on me using one and she said she knew all the people I was getting it on with and she knew no one around had anything to be worried about. She did voice her concern that it might change as the younger people went off to college and started to date. I agreed and filed that away to talk to Grace about that as she seemed to be the unofficial head of this little group. Maybe at some point there should be medical exams and testing to make sure everyone was clean. I wouldn’t object to the inconvenience every so often to remain safe.

Janice had relaxed and soon we were talking like we had seen each other yesterday. She was giving signals like she wanted to start something and we moved closer to one another holding hands like a couple of teenagers. She said that she had talked to Sue on the phone a few days ago and told me that Sue had told her about stopping for “Coffee” and winked at me. I wondered how much “coffee” she had been told about but didn’t offer any information about our meeting.

“You’re awful quiet about Sue, didn’t your coffee go down smooth?” she asked with a smile.

“I told you before I wouldn’t talk about what I did with anyone, if you ladies want to gossip about business then I guess that is your prerogative.”

“I’m sorry mike I was only teasing you. Sue didn’t tell me any details but I know she can be wild as hell when she gets going.”

“Apology accepted, now are you busy this afternoon or do you want to take a ride or something.”

‘Well I would like to do something,” she said “but we don’t have to go anywhere to do it, so if that is agreeable with you I would like to have you all to myself this time.”

I smiled at her and we moved closer and our lips met as I leaned in for a kiss. Her tongue was busy on my lips and I matched mine with hers to do the same. I brushed my hand against her breast and she grabbed my hand and Belek travesti pressed it hard to her chest. I could feel her nipple thru her shirt and bra digging into my palm and my other hand crept under her shirt and searched for her bra clasp.

I released her clasp and her breasts tumbled out under her shirt. My hands found her warm soft globs of mammary flesh and I massaged them and fingered her nipples. She was writhing against me moaning as I kissed down her neck and used one hand to unbutton her shirt. I pushed her shirt off her shoulders and when it fell off the bra went with it and she was naked from the waist up. Her breasts were as beautiful as I remembered and I kissed and sucked at her nipples and I knew I was doing something right because she was holding my head to her chest trying to press me closer.

I found the snap of her jeans and I undid it and slipped down the zipper. My hand found her lacy panties and as I got closer to her slit she was getting wet. I knelt down in front of her and she raised her hips so I could slide her jeans and panties off her.

I kissed my way down her body and nuzzled into the soft depressions where her legs joined her torso. Janice twisted and turned trying to get me to suck her pussy but I wanted to tease a little bit to prolong her pleasure. I certainty wasn’t in a rush with all the fucking I was getting and wanted our first time alone to be memorable for her.

My lips found her pussy and I slid it between her outer lips and ran it along the moist crease. Janice was bucking her hips slowly up and down in time with my tongue licking her cunt. She spread her legs wider and rested her ankles on my shoulders and that opened her cunt so I could nibble and chew on her inner lips.

Her moans were getting louder and her hips more persistent as I opened her inner lips exposing the crinkled entrance of her pussy. I dipped my tongue into her opening and could taste her love juice. It had the tangy sweet taste that I love I went back several more times for a refill. Janice reached down and grabbed my head and held to her muffin as if trying to swallow me with her cunt. The juice from her cunt was running down her crack and soaking the couch. Either I was becoming a much better lover or these women were all soakers and either way it was good for my 50 year old ego.

I worked my way back to her breasts, kissing them again and knelt upright removing my shirt. I hugged Janice to me and could feel her breasts on my bare chest. I unsnapped my jeans, pushed everything down and my cock nudged the soaking wet cunt that was waiting for it. It seemed that her pussy opened up and just sucked my cock deep into her. I took a deep breath and pushed and Janice grunted and I could feel her muscles clench to hold me tight in her.

Janice was moaning and asking for more as I stroked gently in her welcoming pussy. Her eyes were opened wide and I thought they were going to pop out at one point. Her teeth were clenched and her lips pulled back over them and the veins in her neck bulged with her strain. She looked more animal than human, straining for more and more pleasure. I increased the speed of my fucking and my cock dipped deeper and deeper into the velvet depths of her pussy.

I could hear the squelching of my cock pushing the cunt cream out as I stroked in and out searching for my own climax. Janice was cursing at me to fuck her harder and harder and not to stop. Her legs had locked around my waist and I could feel her heels beating on my ass as she fucked me back with every ounce of her energy. She spasmed hard and she lifted off the bed only supported by my cock and the back of her head. Her back was arched so bad I thought she would break in half as she clutched at me and her pussy squeezed me so hard I couldn’t draw it out to stroke her.

I just went with it and we fucked her to a second orgasm and before I could pull out she had a third. I finally was able to roll off of her and was wondering if she would have liked the cowgirl or doggy position. I guess I would have to save that for next time.

We snuggled and took a much needed nap for an hour or so. Janice recovered and we got cleaned up and went back to the kitchen. She offered a drink and we settled back for some conversation. It got a little personal and she asked if I ever thought about a threesome and I replied that while it was a great thought, the last multiple encounter, the one that she was there for nearly did me in. I was smiling but when she suggested a threesome with Sue and herself I said “If that ever happens I had better prepay my funeral expenses.”

She laughed and said that the orgy was the first and only time she had done that but found it exciting and would entertain the thought doing it again. I said I wouldn’t turn it down if it was presented but I knew I would have to pace myself if I was to satisfy both female partners. I didn’t know where this was going but where were all these women when I was 30 years younger.

We spent a few hours talking before Kemer travesti I excused myself and went home.

Chapter 28

I had found a few good patterns for some craft projects to make with the scroll saw and I got them out, used the spray adhesive to attach them to the oak sheets I had bought and planned how I would cut them out. I didn’t know what I would do with them after I finished them but if I was going to give them as gifts I would have to make at least 16 to make sure I didn’t hurt anyone’s feelings. I would also have to find a wide variety of things to make so they weren’t all the same. I thought I could just get started and sort it out later because the whole purpose for doing it was to keep myself busy.

It was a nice day and I had moved the saw out on the porch where the light was better and I could just sweep the sawdust off into the bushes. I had predrilled all the spaces so it was pleasant sitting there at the saw working at my own pace and enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. I had stopped to change to another location when I heard Carol speak to me.

I turned and Carol and the twins were standing at the edge of the porch waiting to be invited come up and sit down. I gestured to the chairs and they sat down after turning them to face me in a semicircle. I offered soft drinks and went to fetch them and compose myself as I was sure that they had questions to ask me.

They were talking low when I returned and stopped as I got to them. Sitting down I asked them what was the purpose of their visit and they stammered a little and finally Carol said that they wanted to ask me some questions.

“Ok girls, that is ok but we have to set some ground rules first. First of all, you are all underage and I can’t do anything for you or to you. Do you all understand that? Second : we do all the talking out here on the porch if your mother isn’t with you. Ok? Third: you don’t touch me unless I am fully dressed, and just hug or a kiss on the cheek. Do you understand all that? Do you understand why I want to set these rules?”

“Carol, do you understand?” “yes” she answered.

“Kim?” “yes” she answered.

“Carrie?” “yes” she answered.

“Ok what can I do to help you?”

Carol, Kim and Carrie fired rapid fire questions at me and I have to admit they were way more than the birds and the bees. We must have talked for more than an hour and by the time we were finished I was sure I was blushing trying to answer in the best way without being vulgar. I knew the girls knew the mechanics of sex but the questions were more about feelings between the participants.

The girls finally seemed to be satisfied and I asked them if they wanted a refill on the drinks. I could hear them talking while I was inside and I was sure they were discussing what we had talked about.

I made some noise and came back to the porch with their drinks. The educational talk had stopped and I decided that I would have a talk with Julie as soon as I could. The kids finished their drinks and said they should be getting home and thanked me for the talk and the drinks. We stood up and they hugged me and left for home.

I phoned Julie and I talked quickly so she could hang up before the girls got there. I gave her the gist of our talk and asked her to keep my tipping her off to herself. She was shocked but promised to keep my name out of it and she would wait a day or so and try to work into it somehow.

Chapter 29

Julie called me during the week and asked if I was available to talk. I said I was and she came right over.

“Hi Mike, I am so glad you are not busy, I really have to talk to you. I have so much to tell you.”

She held out her arms and I welcomed her lush body against mine. It wasn’t sexual but very comforting to have such warmth from another person. I asked where she would most comfortable and she said she would like to sit in the kitchen and have a cup of coffee if I would make some.

I made the coffee and poured it as she started her tale.

“Mike so much has happened in the past few days I don’t know where to start. I took Mary’s advice. I was amazed to see how my daughters had grown into young women and not the little kids as I had always pictured them.”

“We spent most of the day together and whenever we passed each other we would reach out and caress or just hug. I have to tell you that it was an emotional day.”

I told her that I wouldn’t make any judgments about her relationship with her kids and no one would ever hear about anything from me. I expressed my views on lesbian sex and because of the situation around here it was probably more prevalent than we think.

I took the time to tell Julie what the girls wanted to talk about when they were over last week and the rules that I had established. I also told her how I answered their questions and she was glad I was so honest and upfront with them.

I said I hoped I was still able to perform by the time the twins were ready but that was almost Konyaaltı travesti 3 years away. I knew Carol was almost legal and I bet she was going to be as wild as her mother once she got going. I was betting that Carrie was going to be the wildest of all of them just from the way she was so comfortable with her body.

Just talking and joking with each other, we didn’t have sex but just enjoyed the closeness we felt after making love. She told me a few more stories about their feelings they now shared and some of the activities that had happened.

After a short time she excused herself and said she had to get back and do some work before she got too far behind in her books and with a hug and kiss she left for home.

I worked on my scroll saw projects and it afforded me a good amount of time to think about what my life had become. Who would have thought that I would stumble into this haven of sensuality? Everyone that I had sex with was wonderful in each their own way. Some were wild as hell and were scary sometimes in their sexual demands when I was with them but loving at the same time. Others were soft and gentle and took me into them as if I was a treasure and they made me feel really special in their own way.

I was amazed how everyone seemed to get along and there wasn’t any jealousy being shown, they were all equals and didn’t display any ownership toward me. I don’t think I would have stayed around this long if that had been a problem.

Everyone had settled on some sort of schedule and I was able to keep up in spite of my age. I hoped that I wouldn’t have any additions to my “harem” as keeping with 20 women was taxing enough. I was glad that they all didn’t want weekly service because I would have to bring in some help and I surely didn’t know where I would get some. I had thought about it from time to time and none of my friends would fit the bill. My only hope would be if someone else stumbled into the valley and wanted to stay. I found it would take a special person to deal with all the personalities and sexual needs around here.

Grace had been stopping by on a regular schedule and we had formed some sort of bond. I didn’t want to think of us as a Father/Daughter type relationship as that would really put a damper on my sexual feelings for her but I think she was between that and treating me like a mentor. We enjoyed our time when we were together whether it was at my place or hers. I preferred to go there so that we wouldn’t be disturbed by any of the other women. I treasured our private time and even though our orgy was exciting as hell I didn’t know if I could keep up with that kind of stimulation. Grace was special to me in an odd sort of way and I didn’t want to share my time with her with anybody.

I thought about Jasmine and she was an exciting lady to say the least. Her smooth milk chocolate brown skin was always shiny with a glow from within. The first time I was with her was my first time with a black woman and I couldn’t get over how pink she was inside. She had the most control over her cunt muscles and could squeeze my cock so hard I thought she wound snip it off the first time we fucked.

I had a new experience with her when I was able to fist her. It had happened quite by accident on my part but it was obvious it wasn’t her first time. She loved getting stuffed like that and when Grace slid her hand into her cunt up to her wrist at the orgy she went nuts. I think she could probably take two hands if they were small enough. Maybe it was time to look her up.

Then there was Mary and her daughters. What can I say about them, just a few words sum them up, “THREE SEX MACHINES”. Beautiful, smart, sexy and what one didn’t think of the others did. They would probably kill me if they were all together at the same time.

Janice and Sue were dynamite alone or together and I don’t think I would be able to handle them at the same time but I would like to see them together again like I had that day in the woods. I think that Janice was thinking of a threesome when we were together a few weeks ago. It was exciting to think about but I knew my limitations and wondered how I would stay alive.

Julie’s girls, Carol, Kim and Carrie were going to drive me crazy until they were 18 and after what Julie told me it was only going to get worse. They were teen sexual predators just waiting for some unsuspecting male to come along. I could see them like Black Widow spiders stalking their victim until they ate him up. That poor sap wouldn’t know what hit him. I didn’t think that Carol would be a problem because she was close to being legal. The twins had almost 3 years to wait before they were legal and I really didn’t think they would want to wait that long.

That’s the nice thing about woodworking, it lets you think about stuff and keep your hands busy at the same time.

Chapter 30

I had been thinking about Jasmine and her sweet pussy and I had just put her out of my mind because just thinking about her gave me hard on. She had a soft voice that sounded like a song when she talked to you. Like I said I had to put her out of my mind and was concentration on other things when my phone went off. I just picked it up without looking at the caller ID and I knew who it was just from the voice. Jasmine!

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My name is Barton, but I’m more commonly known by my nickname, Bart. I’m in my mid-fifties and have been a widower for almost fourteen years.

I’ve had sex with five different women since my wife died. Twice with three of them, three times with one and six times with the other. The last time was nearly two years ago, so I’m pretty horny. My salary isn’t sufficient to permit dating very often and, since it costs at least thirty dollars to take a woman to a half-way decent restaurant and a movie, my social life is limited. Besides, women seem to want a commitment and I have yet to meet one who interests me that way.

While grocery shopping one Saturday afternoon, a woman next to me at a meat display case reached for a package of regular ham as I reached for country ham.

“I’ve never tasted that,” she said. “Is it good?”

“I like it, but my wife never did. She thought its flavor’s too strong and salty. You’ll have to come over for breakfast some time and try it,” I added facetiously.

She smiled rather shyly and said, “Thank you anyway, but I probably have breakfast much earlier than you do.” She had an interesting twinkle in her eyes, which, unknown to her, encouraged me to continue my banter.

“You could spend the previous night. If your husband wouldn’t object, that is.”

“The twinkle was still in her eyes when she said, “He can’t object because I’m not married. But thank you for the invitation, it was quite flattering.” She smiled and pushed her cart down the aisle.

I watched her. She had good-looking legs and a nice ass that wiggled invitingly. I wished I had checked out her tits.

Two weeks later, I was in the same grocery when I was asked, “Have you eaten all your country ham?” It was the woman I’d talked to before. This time, my eyes dropped to her breasts. Very nice. “Or did your wife decide she’d eat it after all?”

“My wife died a long time ago,” I responded. “But, yep I managed to eat it all, even though you wouldn’t come over to share it.”

As she started to move away, I touched her arm and asked, “May I buy you a drink or a cup of coffee?”

She hesitated for a moment, then unexpectedly replied, “Yes. That would be nice.”

Surprised at her response, I asked, “Coffee or a drink?”

“A drink, I think.” Somewhat Lara Travesti flustered, she added, “Goodness, I just made a poem.” Both of us chuckled like school kids.

“Let’s leave our carts right here and go down the street to Mario’s.” When we were seated in the dimly-lit bar, I ordered each of us a Bloody Mary.

We exchanged information. I learned that her name is Ann, and that for two years she had lived with a man named Tom who had been killed in an automobile accident. During our second drink, I asked her to have dinner and watch TV at my house that evening.

She agreed, and I arranged to pick her up at six o’clock for the spaghetti, salad and garlic bread meal I planned.

Following dinner, she helped me load the dishwasher and clean up the kitchen. We moved to the living room and sat beside each other. Soft music whispered from the CD player. We spouted platitudes; she about enjoying dinner and me about enjoying having her as a guest. I didn’t want to make small talk. I wanted to get in her pants. Very, very much.

I put my arm around her, then pulled her to me and kissed her as I’d been longing to. When I ran my tongue across her lips, she parted them. I plunged my tongue into her warm mouth and put my hand on her breasts. Her nipples hardened, as did my prick, and our kiss became increasingly passionate.

She moved away just enough to gaze into my eyes. “You make me want to say words to you that for years I’ve only thought of,” she told me.

“Say them. Coming from your lips they’d sound like poetry.”

“Good heavens, I couldn’t actually say them. They’d make you think I’m nothing but a tramp. However, the way you’ve kissed me and are fondling my breasts sure tempts me to tell you in rather nasty words just how you make me feel.”

“I’ll tell you how you make me feel. Just playing with your nice soft tits is giving me such a hard-on that my cock feels bigger and stiffer than it has in years. Do you object to having me refer to your breasts as your tits?”

“Not at all, because you make it sound erotic, not sleazy. If fondling me and kissing me has made your cock hard, you can imagine what it’s doing to me. My pussy is so wet that I can feel the juices soaking my panties.”

“Why don’t we go in the bedroom and take our Manavgat travesti clothes off? I hardly can wait to see and touch your tits and cunt.” I kissed her and moved her hand to my crotch. “And I hardly can wait to have you touch my prick and balls.”

She sat on the bed and urged me to sit beside her.

“Tom and I often had intercourse. I guess I should say we fucked a lot. Always in the missionary position and always rather quickly. He often pulled out and came on my stomach, which left me unsatisfied. Although we rarely had any foreplay, I always was wet and ready for him to fuck me. His prick felt so good inside me that I wanted it to last longer, but Tom wasn’t one for long sessions of sex. My cunt always was ready for more. Now, tell me about your sex life.” “My wife and I loved to fuck in any position where I could get my cock to slide in and out of her pussy. We often came at the same time. She liked to have me rub my wet prick against her asshole, although neither of us ever had any desire for sodomy.

“She liked to have me make love to her with my mouth, which I liked to do and did frequently. She always came what seemed to be bucketfuls. I loved the taste.

“I also love blowjobs. She’d suck me briefly and pull away before I came. Let’s get undressed and do some of the things we’ve talked about.”

“Bart, I’d feel funny having you put your mouth where I pee. And I’d feel funny about putting my mouth where you pee.”

“Why don’t we just do some serious kissing and fondling, and let nature take its course?”

We undressed. I looked my fill of her nude body as she eyed my prick and balls.

“Your boobs are a sight to behold,” I told her, “and your nipples are the size that drives men crazy. In fact, your body is so great looking that I’m tempted to just stand here and lust for it.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, “I do aerobics to stay in shape. Hard work, but worth it to hear your compliments. You’ve undoubtedly noticed that I’ve been admiring your cock. It really excites me.”

“My prick’s only slightly more than six inches long when it’s hard, however I’m fairly sure I can give you a lot of pleasure with it.

“First, I want to look at your pussy.” She leaned back on her elbows and I crouched between her legs. Side travesti “Aside from pictures, I haven’t seen many cunts, but yours is really pretty. It has such soft pinkish folds nestled in your pubic hair, and it’s unbelievably kissable.”

I put my head between her thighs. She started to move away, but stopped when I kissed her wet slit and thoroughly licked it from top to bottom. Then I moved up and onto her so that my prick was pressed between my stomach and against her pussy.

“What you did to me with your mouth and are doing to me with your prick makes me tingle from my nipples all the way to my toes.”

“Let’s fuck. Do you want me to put on a condom or are you on the pill?”

“You sweet talker you. I went through menopause years ago, so let’s fuck. The way my cunt’s twitching, it won’t take me long to come. So, fuck me hard and fast. Please.”

She needn’t have asked, for that’s what I was more than anxious to do. I raised slightly and my prick easily found the opening. I plunged the entire length into her. She wrapped her legs around me and we went at it like dogs in heat. Her warm pussy sucked wetly. As I was about to unload my balls deep inside her, I felt her legs and pussy tighten. Then, my prick was drenched in her come. Her vaginal muscles clutched me as I had an overwhelming orgasm and collapsed atop her.

Our sweat-dampened flesh and rapid breathing bespoke the sexual rapture that coursed through our bodies. I finally managed to regain enough energy to raise sufficiently to kiss her, then to lovingly lick each of her ripe nipples.

I rolled away to lie on my back. We held hands as we lay beside each other recovering from fucking for all we were worth.

“You told me you wouldn’t like for me to put my mouth where you pee, but you apparently enjoyed having me kiss and lick you there. Do you still dislike the idea of my mouth my on your pussy?”

“Not any more. I didn’t realize how good it would feel. I’d like very much for you to put your mouth there again.”

I turned around on the bed, spread and raised her legs and dove my tongue into her. She was soaking wet and tasted like nectar. I licked the soft lips over and over. Her hand gently caressed my prick. When I began sucking her clit, she sighed audibly and put her warm mouth around my cock.

Thoroughly delighted and aroused by the newfound thrill we were experiencing, we sucked each other to monumental orgasms. Pussy never had tasted so good, nor had my prick ever felt so good.

I hope Ann wants to make a commitment. I’m ready.

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She slowly came out of sleep, becoming aware of his presence. She could feel his cold clammy hands groping her breasts, his hard cock thrusting into her, his hot breath tickling the back of her neck. She began to struggle, to escape from him. His arms wrapped tighter around her as he thrust harder and faster into her. She began to scream and to thrash about, trying to escape, trying to get away. “You are mine,” he whispered into her ear, “You are mine for ever and ever.” With a final scream she sat up ready to run only to find that she was alone… in her sleeping bag… in her little tent… in the woods. Her ragged breathing continued as she struggled out of the sleeping bag and got out of the tent barely in time before she vomited on the ground. She remained hunched over with the dry heaves long after everything in her stomach had been lost. Her tears mingled with the sour taste of vomit in her mouth and her sinuses. She curled into a fetal position, hugging her knees to her chest, as she screamed into the slowly approaching dawn. He had found her again. This time after only a few weeks, he had found her. She thought to herself, “I’m 27 for God’s sake and a nightmare could still destroy me”. Her bitter tears continued until, with the rising of the sun, she fell asleep in the protective pool of sunshine making its way through the forest trees.

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He realized the mission was coming apart at the seams. The children and the Nuns were barely half way to the LZ and the clock said they weren’t going to make it.

As the group continued to trudge through the forest, he fell back along the line of march until he was walking beside Lieutenant Maxwell and Gunnery Sargent McCrery.

“I don’t think we are going to make it guys. The claymores slowed them down and made them cautious, but at the speed we are going, they will get to us before we get everyone to the LZ.”

“I agree, Sir,” the Gunny replied, “I think we need a little rear guard here to slow them down again.”

“I am not going to risk you or your Marines, Gunny,” he said.

He looked hard at the young Marine Lieutenant. “Sorry I got you and your Marines involved in this Mike,” he said, “How about you give me the SAW and all of its ammunition. I will lay back and give them something to think on while you get the NCs out the backdoor.”

When the LT and the Gunny objected, he made it an order.

“What do you think you are you going to do by yourself, Sir?” McCrery asked

“I can establish an ambush,” he said, “I can hold off pursuit long enough for you to get the civilians and troops to the LZ.”

“You might have the balls but you don’t have the skill to do that, Sir!” exclaimed the Gunny. The Navy Officer, for that is what he was, had not noticed the impromptu conference had drawn the attention of the other Marines who were circling the three participants.

“Johnson,” he snapped at the Lance Corporal, “you and Bonehead are with me. Sargent Kepski, you stay with the El-Tee and Mr. D here. Make sure everyone gets to the LZ.”

He was objecting and countermanding the Gunny’s orders when he felt a blow to the back of his head and things went dark.

He came to sitting with his back against a tree, feeling the down wash from the blades of a CH-47 helicopter. Sgt. Kepski was looking at him sheepishly, “Sorry about the hit, Sir, but what the Gunny said is what the Gunny wanted… so sorry, but you were out-ranked.”

“Where is the Gunnery Sargent?” he asked.

The boyish grin fell from Kepski’s face. “He didn’t make it Sir, they held for almost an hour but ran out of ammo and got overrun. We couldn’t move the platoon back until we got the kids here and by then it didn’t matter.”

He struggled to sit up better. “Where is your Boss?” he asked. Kepski’s face got even darker. “When the shit was hitting the fan, the El-Tee, did what all good Marine Lieutenants do… he took half a squad, charged back to join the Gunny and died.”

He sat next to the open rear hatch of the ’47 as it climbed out and went skimming across the tree tops of the forest below. He was angry, angry that things had worked out as they had. Angry that the children had been put in danger in the first place. But he was livid with anger at himself… it was his plan and his leadership that had killed those Marines. He had fucked up… he had failed them.

+++++++

The old man was staring intently at the screen of his laptop. He had been trolling this site for months now and it looked as if his efforts would be paying off again. The site was a chat room utilized by the BDSM crowd. It was part of the ‘dark web’; if you knew it existed, you were allowed in, but if you did not know how to get there already, no one would ever tell you. He was looking for a specific type of person, a trafficker in children. His teeth were bared as he spotted his latest target enter the chat. He had identified and localized two traffickers previously in this room. Both ultimately had been dispatched and as was his want, Üçyol travesti they had not disappeared, but were left significantly disassembled and publicly displayed as warnings to anyone who would hurt a child.

As he was about to engage in tonight’s planned activity… starting the dance to reel the next trafficker to his doom, his focus was drawn to another name; one that he had seen before but had dismissed as the wrong profile. He knew she was female and in her mid-twenties and was identifying herself as a submissive. Beyond that and her user name “noh mask,” he knew nothing but something was tugging at his mind, trying to get his attention.

+++++++

He was sitting in Comms, having traded the night duty with one of his fellow JOs when the call came in over an open freq in the clear. No one ever contemplated that HIS billet or skill set would ever be called upon for use, so he had become the “utility infielder” of the JOs; he filled in with everything from PAO for reporters to covering slots as needed. Tonight was no different but tonight the fates had set things in motion as they determined things needed to be.

“Mayday, mayday, mayday,” said the tinny voice coming out to the SSB radio that monitored the civilian Guard Frequencies, “We are in need of medical and security aid.” The voice had the weird inflection that was typical of someone for whom English was a second language and who had learned it from media and interaction rather than through formal schooling.

Grabbing the microphone for the SSB, he clicked the transmit button and said, “This is USS Saipan on Guard, who is calling Mayday?”

The voice came back, “this is Sister Emilie Garson, I am with the Little Sisters of Charity. We run an orphanage and school in Kigali province.”

“Why are you calling Mayday, Ma’am,” he asked, “do you have an emergency?”

“Yes, the local warlords are moving through the area and rumors are they want to take the children. They will sell the girls into slavery and turn the boys into soldiers. We need help. Are you Americans?”

“Yes ma’am, this is USS Saipan with PHIBRONSIX and MEU Two Five (25) embarked. Can I relay your distress call to anyone in your government?”

“They are all corrupt. We do not know who to trust. For all we know, the government officials ARE the warlords.”

“Ma’am, there is not much we can do here. I can forward your call, but that is about all.”

The signal strength was falling on the SSB’s meters and the Sister’s voice was modulating higher as a consequence. “Please, help us. Please… children… hssssss.”

Standing to leave the shop he turned to the duty RM. “Localize that transmission and get me the co-ordinates soonest,” he ordered, “I’ve got some people to talk to. If I’m not back before you rotate, drop the info off at my quarters; 1-90-2-Lima. Tell the CS you have my permission.”

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Over the ensuing nights, he found that her “English” name was Windy and that she was a member of the Kwakiutl tribe of the Kwakwaka’wakw culture. She had selected the username “Noh Mask” because she felt that who she presented to the public was a Noh. The person that everyone knew was a mask. That the true Windy was not something people would want to be around.

She began to confide in him. Explaining why she needed the Noh. As he questioned her, she began telling him of her past. Why she was seeking refuge in the BDSM culture. Why she felt she needed the mask. Finally, she began whispering dark and evil things. Explaining why she herself was tainted, dark and evil.

He began to sense something else about the young woman, something she was not telling him but something that was there all the same. He knew it was nothing physical or that what she had told him was false. It was something she was NOT telling him that was the problem. He began to lose his immediate interest in his project and began to focus more of his attention on her. One night after their discussions his mind finally “clicked.” It was like looking at one of those black and white optical puzzles where you don’t see the picture because it is actually in the reverse of what you would expect but once your mind “triggers” on it, the picture is clear. His senses had been correct. This was the mission. The other thing could wait.

Realizing that it would take him some few days, weeks even, to close down his life and arrange travel to the Nespelem area, the man decided he needed to ask for a favor.

+++++++

“Hey Doc,” he said as he entered Sick Bay, “How’s it going?”

“Aww, crap! John, you never come to see me just to be social, you ALWAYS have something you just need me to do,” he said. The smile on his lips belying the harshness of his words.

“I need enough supplies to support an NCE op, maybe for 30 – 40 kids and a few adults. Maybe a Corpsman or two?” His attempt at a boyish grin was not working too well that day.

+++++++

“So, Mel, we have been meeting twice a week for almost a year Alanya Travesti now and I don’t really think we are making any progress. You say the nightmares are still happening and your anxiety is still through the roof. I have stayed away from medications as I don’t think you want to walk around like a zombie.”

I sighed, “Doctor Urban, please, you need to help me. I don’t sleep. I don’t eat. I can’t hold a job. Every day, all the time, I am waiting for “HIM” to show up again.”

“Mel, you know that ‘HE’ cannot show up. That he lives only in your mind, right?”

“God damn it, Doc! HE is there. He is real. Why can’t you fucking believe me!”

“Mel, I am sorry but there is nothing I can do to help you as long as you cling to this fantasy that HE exists. I am afraid this will be our last session.”

+++++++

“I will be to you in about ten to fifteen days. I have asked a favor for someone to watch over you until I can physically join you. He has agreed to guard you, to keep you safe.”

“Who is he?” she asked, “how will I recognize him? What does he look like?”

“Ah, little one,” he chuckled softly, “you will not see him and there will be no need to … If you truly need his name, it is Wolverine.”

“The comic book guy? What is he, a nut case? I have enough trouble and if you are screwing with me, I don’t need it.”

“Softly, little one, softly,” he said, “he is not a comic book character. You have known him all your life. He is not A wolverine not even THE wolverine… he is BROTHER Wolverine.”

Her eyes grew big and her voice grew small… “You mean like WOLVERINE wolverine? Like the SPIRIT?”

Her voice trailed off. Her mind was racing, either the man she had been and was talking to was demented and therefore she had been very stupid to reveal herself to him, or, and this was scarier, he was a person of power.

“Why would wolverine agree to guard me? I am no one, I am nothing to him.”

“Little one,” he whispered, “why he agreed is not your concern and as for your value, THAT is not yours to determine either.”

+++++++

She was a young woman, maybe in her late teens – early twenties. She was at the local county fair with a few of her friends. The few that remained her friends after the recent incidences at school. For years, the bottled-up anger and hostility had been playing havoc with her social interactions. Her “acting out” and rebellions had pretty much limited her social group to a few of the other ‘losers’ in the school matrix. Recently, however, the anxiety attacks, the claustrophobic feelings and the constant fear had shredded even those contacts.

It was not her fault. She thought that once she was free of him that things would settle down, that she could live a normal life. Such was not the case.

She entered the small tent on the midway. The sign outside said “Tarot Readings.” As her eyes adjusted to the dimness of the interior she saw a middle-aged woman sitting at a small table. Upon the table were several candles, smokily flickering in the breeze of her entrance, and a deck of cards.

“Come in child,” said the woman, “I am Madam Futura.”

After the traditional exchange of money, the psychic began to deal out the Tarot cards. As the cards were revealed one by one, she began to get more and more agitated. The cards were not right, they were telling her the story of TWO people. The message was completely garbled.

With a sigh she abandoned the cards and asked for the young girl’s hand. Immediately upon touching the girl, it was as if a vise had clamped onto her arm. She was sucked down into a vortex of dense heavy smoke. The feeling of dread, of evil, clinging darkness washed over her senses. In her vision she saw a man begin to come at her from within the swirling smoke. His body was indistinct and hazy but his eyes… his eyes were burning coals, piercing her very soul with a hunger and longing that scared her worse than anything had ever scared her before.

After several moments of her struggling to break the vision, she was finally successful. Her pulse rate was elevated, she had a coppery metallic taste in her mouth and she was sweating profusely.

“Get out,” she shrieked, “Get out of here! GO AWAY!” The Psychic stood up and was physically pushing the young girl out the tent flap. As soon as the girl was outside, she dropped the flaps and tied them shut. She then ignited a bundle of sage and began a cleansing ritual which she continued for many hours. Until her death, many years later, she could still see those eyes boring into her soul.

+++++++

Gunnery Sargent McCrery surveyed the open hanger deck until he spotted his quarry. Sidling up beside the Navy LT, he did not announce himself right away.

He watched as the naval officer talked with one of the rotorhead pilots. They seemed to be having a rather animated discussion. The two officers were starting to get loud when his target pulled a photo out from his back belt, displayed it to Konyaaltı travesti the pilot, whose face drained of color, and said something quiet and hash. The pilot slumped and nodded his head before he turned and sought sanctuary in the depths of the Hanger Deck. Seeing his opportunity the Sargent stepped forward.

“So, Mr. D,” he said, “I understand you are laying on a bit of excitement on the QT. It would be a shame if someone spilled the beans to the Captain or worse, the Commodore, and put a stop to it.”

The Officer turned to the Marine while assuming his mask. “I don’t know what you mean Gunny. No one here but us church mice. Nothing to see, so might as well move it along.”

The Gunnery Sargent grinned and replied, “Oh no, Sir. You are going to try to pull off something interesting again and this time I’m going to go along.”

+++++++

“Father, you have to try again. HE is still here. I can’t stay in the house for more than a few hours before I feel him. He whispers things to me. Please, you have to help.”

“My child, I have done all that is within my power. I have blessed the house. I have given you a blessed St. Michael’s medallion. We have even anointed you with Holy Water. Your belief that an evil ghost is following you cries out more for medical attention than religious. I am sorry, but there is nothing more I can do.”

+++++++

It had been arranged that he meet the girl that evening. It had taken him some few days to arrive, which gave the young woman time to make the arrangements he required of her. He had asked if her tribe had maintained the tradition of the Elders and if that was the case, could someone from the Council of Mothers, someone who still believed in the old ways, be convinced to participate is a small ceremony. Further, if there were still any of the men who followed the old ways, who would and could stand in protection of the Council Mother and the young woman.

+++++++

“Mrs. Greystone?” The quiet voice caused her to look up from her keyboard.

“Yes, dear?” The elderly women replied. As she did, her eyes took in the person who stood in front of the clinic’s reception desk. The young woman wore old clothes and had the long-time dirt of the homeless ground into both the clothes and her skin. “Can I help you?”

“Yes ma’am. I’m Linda Deer-Run’s daughter, Windsong Melody.”

“I remember Linda, and I remember you, dear. It has been a very long time since I have seen you. I am sorry still about what happened to your parents, child.”

The young woman was skittish, the panic of being inside was building in her. It was as if at any moment, she would bolt for the door and the safety of the open spaces. “Thank you, ma’am. You were very kind to my little sister when Mama and Daddy died.”

“What can I do for you now? Do you need to see the Doctor?”

“No, Ma’am,” she said just a bit too loud. “Sorry, no ma’am. I needed to talk to you, actually.”

The older woman raised her eyebrows, “Me, child? What on earth for.”

The young woman leaned forward and quietly whispered, “Because you are on the Council of Mothers, you hold a seat.”

The older woman sat back, more than a little surprised… “Child, you have shown little or no interest in your culture since you were a toddler. Why do you need me in my capacity as an elder?”

With that the young woman broke down in tears and huddled into herself.

Realizing that something more was going on, the older woman came around from behind the desk, gathered the weeping girl into her embrace and guided her back into the clinic’s break room.

After motioning the occupants out of the room and letting everyone know that bad things would happen if they were disturbed, the old woman began her questioning; soon to learn this broken child desperately needed to be returned to her family, her culture and her roots.

+++++++

The party got out of the van, the young woman offering support to the older woman by her side but if the truth be told, it was the older woman who gave support to the younger. Surrounding them were five thirty-something men. They had the quiet dead eyes of people who had been there, done that and had the T-shirt. They belonged to the tribes “Sportsmen’s Club,” a euphemism for the Warrior Society. The whites had forced the tribe to abandon its warrior skills and ways (at least out where the whites could see), when the wars were lost and they were forced onto the reservations.

The small group began to walk down the path in front of them. Finally arriving at an open glen in the otherwise scrub trees and brush they saw an old white male standing next to a pile of wood.

The old man followed their progress with the stillness of the dead. He moved not a muscle until the group was well into the glen and then with a wave of his hand, the pile burst into flame. The resulting light illuminated the glen, banishing the shadows to the rough edges.

“Please,” the figure said, “take seats.”

The man pointed to a group of folding chairs that had been set up a bit away from the fire. There appeared to be an almost complete circle of some sort of white powder surrounding the chairs.

As Mary Greystone settled into her chair, she watched the “man of mystery” before her.

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It’s Saturday evening, I’ve been at work all week and have spent the day running around doing the shopping, cleaning and the 101 other jobs that working women do these days I’ve had enough for one day and am flopped out on the sofa, a can of diet coke in one hand and the remote control in the other, watching rubbish on the TV. I know you’re watching me from the doorway, but chose to ignore you, I lift my leg and drape it over the arm of the sofa, my robe falls apart and you can see my smooth hairless cunt, gleaming in the light from the TV.

I absently slip my hand inside my robe, you watch whilst I tease my nipple, making it hard and pointed inside the robe… You move over from the doorway to kneel before my, you watch as my cunt starts to get wet, it glistens with juices as I continue to play with my nipple… I don’t even pay any attention to you as you begin to lick at my puss, gently at first… hesitantly lapping like a small puppy, then more insistently, from back to front, twirling your tongue around my clit, teasing it…

I start to snuggle down into the sofa and get more comfortable, I open my legs wider and you move position, so that you are more comfortable and can get your tongue inside my cunt. You raise your hands and part my baby smooth cunt lips and stiffening your tongue begin to tongue fuck me… I now notice that the finger you’ve had playing with my arsehole has now wormed it’s way inside and is moving rhythmically in and out of my now wet ring. Another finger slides easily into my wet cunt and the two begin to massage my innards in weird and wonderful ways, whilst all the time you continue to suck and tease my clit.

I push you away and turn my back towards you so that you can lick my ring whilst I play with my cunt. I push my bottom towards you. You know I want to feel your tongue up inside my arsehole. You oblige willingly, all the time thinking how you’d like to push your beg thick cock into that tiny, puckered little hole… You want to fuck me now, you try to turn me around to face you and let you kiss me and fuck my cunt. I nuzzle alongside you Bornova travesti now, my hands finding your arse, I slip a finger into the crack, dipping gently into your ring… I can feel your cock pressing against my belly; you gently move it so that it’s rubbing against my clit. Wetting itself in my juices.

I twist out of your grasp, laughing I move to the other side of the room. I sit down on the chair, spread my legs and start playing with my hot wet cunt… My eyes are closed; my fingers spread my lips wide, you watch with wonder as my fingers slip so easily inside my hot, red snatch. You watch as the juices begin to trickle down my thighs. You move toward me and without getting too close you watch and smell what I’m doing. You jump as the doorbell rings unexpectedly.

I get up from the chair and naked go to the front door, I open it… in walks a tall muscular man. He turns and kisses me, you watch as the fruit you have so lovingly prepared is offered to another. I spread myself before him as you sit in the chair that I have so recently vacated. You can still feel the wet, sticky patch where my juices dribbled. You take your cock into your hand and begin to play with yourself as you watch…

You watch as his huge dick slides easily into my wet cunt. That is where you want to be!!! You watch and see the smile on my face as his dick powers into my snatch. You’re getting upset! You want my attention. I don’t even look at you. I’m moaning and calling his name. You can see his cock in my pussy, his finger up my arse. He lifts and rolls himself under me. You watch helplessly as I lift myself up and down upon his cock, a smile on my face as I moan softly.

You move over and try to push your cock into my arse, I bat you away… you can see he’s about to shoot his wad into me at any moment. You watch him shudder as he comes… A smile on his face. You watch as I relax back into the sofa, my legs spread apart and his cum dribbling from my cunt… He turns to you, he grabs you by the back of your neck and forces you down between my legs… He makes you lick Buca travesti his come from my cunt… All the time he’s calling me names… She’s my fuck toy, my whore, my slut… Lick her cunt,

I’m exhausted. I’ve come 3 times whilst he was fucking me… I lay there lazily as you continue to lick my smooth cunt clean… The man picks up his clothes, throws £50 on the floor and walks out the door. Slamming it behind him.

You help me to my feet, carry me upstairs and run my bath for me… you gently lay me in the bath and wash me, every single inch of me, You wash my shoulders and back, my tummy, my breasts, you spend a long time massaging my legs and feet and toes. For a while I lay there quietly whilst you lick my feet and suck my toes. You then wash inside my pussy and my arse for me. I am too exhausted to do anything for myself… You lift me from the bath and wrap me in a large fluffy towel. You start to dry me… You take me to my bed! It’s black metal, arched gothic… you lay me on the bed,

You peel back the towel… You want my puss and as you lay me in bed you bend over to smell it washed again and wish it were dirty again! I spread myself on the bed, clean… open, inviting… Hummm that shaved puss you can just start to feel the prickle of the hairs as they start to regrow… So you kiss the clit slowly and carefully, want it back in your mouth while you caress my legs and feel my fresh skin! I’m playing with my nipples Hummmmmmm moaning quietly… you lie by my side and touch me with your fingers and suck my breasts gently

I take your cock in my hand… you feel my fingers tighten around you… I move my hand slowly up and down your swollen cock I lick my lips… You moan gently as you feel the warm contact of my tongue… You say “You do that you hadn’t done it to me or to the other guy!” You nuzzle your face… deep into my cunt… I can feel you moaning as I gently lick around the knob at the top of your cock… You’ve been holding back and thoughts run wild in your head! Your cock swells as you feel the tip enter into the warm confines Konak travesti of my moist mouth… I pull back my head… look you in the eyes as I push out my tongue… and deliberately lick from your balls to the tip of your cock… right along… that sensitive bit along the bottom Once more I let the knob of your cock enter into my mouth… all the time now I’m watching you… You grab my hair… You moan ” WWOWW! I’m trying to concentrate on you but I’m enjoying myself too much to worry about you now! I want to rub my cock against your ass!!!!!”

You hold my hair roughly… you push your cock deep into my mouth…down my throat… you hear me gag as I begin to choke. Deeper and deeper…

Your thoughts are why am I not filming this?” And again I wish there was someone to fuck you so I could enjoy your performance but don’t want to be left out again! You want to put it in! You pull back, push me down… Turn me on all fours… Please don’t go away! You force your cock… deep into my cunt… hard and fast… you can’t control your urge You fuck me harder and harder, I can feel your balls slapping against my arse cheeks Your hands pull on my nipples using them like handles to pull me back onto you… You are getting more and more excited… Harder and harder… I can feel you swelling inside my cunt… I’m loosing control here! I know you’re gonna shoot inside me any moment… You’re pushing down on me… groaning… I feel the first signs of a spasm building in your cock… But I want you to come with me so we must play for a bit! I feel it grow and swell Oh fuck can I hold it! You move your hand down to my clit… you pinch it… I begin to groan… I reach under you and my hand cups your balls as I touch them… I feel the cum, bursting through the dam in your balls, traveling down your cock… you groan and pinch my clit…

As I feel your cum gush inside my cunt… I feel an orgasm build and rush up my belly… my cunt contracts and s your cum starts to pour from your cock Our mutual spasms drain every last drop of juice from us… OH!!!! God!

We collapse, in a sweaty, sticky heap on the bed… groaning softly… your softening cock sidling slowly from my sticky snatch. We curl up beside each other on the bed. Like spoons in a drawer… your hand holding on to my smooth, sticky wet cunt… as we fall into dreamless slumber.

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I’m a 37 year old office worker by day, and a maths tutor by night. I prefer my evening job: it supplements my income and I find it rewarding helping students learn in the run up to their A Levels. I teach 18 year olds, who tend to want to learn quickly.

I work most evenings, particularly at this time of year, with A Levels just a couple of months away. Last week I got a new enquiry from a mum who lives two streets away. Her son urgently needed help, could I start next week? Although I’m busy, I need the cash, so I agreed. She told me her son was a shy boy who needed some guidance and confidence.

Today is our first session. I turned up at the house and knocked on the door. A flustered looking woman opened it and greeted me with a grateful smile. “SAM!” she yelled up the stairs, ushering me in from the cold. “YOUR TUTOR IS HERE!”

Something happened when he walked down those stairs; something that had never happened before. My stomach flipped over. Unlike the usual gawky, spotty teenagers I’d been accustomed to, Sam was a towering, handsome young man with a shy smile and glittering eyes. His skin was perfect. He smelt amazing. I faltered for a moment before coming to my senses and putting my hand out.

“Nice to meet you, Sam,” I said, shaking his hand. “Where would you like our sessions to be?” His mum looked around the cluttered hallway. “I think your room is best, Sam,” she interjected. “I hope that’s okay?” she asked me. “Absolutely,” I replied, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach.

I followed him up two flights of stairs to the top of the house, inwardly cursing myself for watching his ass as he climbed. He was a perfect specimen of a man. I had to get a hold of myself. He was 18 for crying out loud.

His room was tidier than expected but had Esat travesti the unmistakable smell of a teenage boy. He quickly moved to the bed and pushed something under his pillow, his face flushed. Too late, I’d seen the magazine and the page it was opened on: a huge pair of tits. I looked away to spare him his blushes, and walked to the desk at the window. “Here?” I asked. He nodded, his face still pink.

The desk was small, and the two chairs were crammed next to each other, leaving no space between them. I had come straight from the office so was in a tight black pencil dress, making it tricky to manoeuvre myself in without it riding up my thighs. He stood still for a moment, watching, then quickly squeezed in next to me.

Sessions tend to go quickly, but our hour together seemed to last forever. We were so close I could feel the warmth of his skin next to mine and smell his aftershave. It was almost impossible to teach, but somehow I managed it.

After 45 minutes, I bent down to reach my handbag, so I could check the time. As I did, I felt him shift in his seat, and suddenly became aware of his eyes on my tits. My dress was low cut and I am blessed with a large bust. I lingered down there a little longer than necessary, feeling myself tingle under his unflinching gaze.

When I sat up, he quickly put his textbook on his lap. Too late. I’d seen it, bulging through his uniform. He didn’t get up when I did, he couldn’t move.

As I left, I knew that he’d be wanking over me within minutes. I got home and undressed. My knickers were dripping wet. I got in the shower, and touched my throbbing clit before pushing my fingers into my hot, wet pussy. I allowed myself to moan his name as I came, the hot water running over my feverish body, but promised Kızılay travesti myself I’d never do it again.

The sessions that followed were excruciating. I didn’t cum over him again, but my body was desperate to. Week in, week out, I’d turn up and try to teach him, and each week I wanted him more. Each week he’d try to hide his hardon from me, and each week I wore more revealing clothes, desperate for his desire, but unable to act on it.

Then suddenly, on week five, the hardons stopped. He seemed to have found a way to combat his lust. I wanted to ask him how. Mine was growing stronger, while his had seemed to diminish.

Then, on week six, I discovered why.

That day I turned up earlier than usual. His mum offered me a cup of tea but I said I’d go up and get started. I thought I heard a noise when I got half way up. I stopped and listened.

I could hear the fast slippery sound of someone wanking – it must be Sam; I crept up the last stairs and looked through the gap in the door.. there he was, his uniform half off, knees spread, shorts round his ankles, and what must have been his mum’s face cream by the side of the bed.

His young dick was so hard, the tip swollen and shiny purple as he relentlessly wanked it. He was moaning under his breath as he wanked himself harder and harder. Fuck! He was saying my name! My pussy ached.

“Please Miss Maria, please let me do my cum for you, I’ll do anything, please,” he begged. “I need to, your knickers smell so good I can’t help it, please”. He’d raised his other hand to his face, presumably pretending to sniff my dirty kickers. What a naughty young man..he obviously needed teaching a real lesson.

I gently pushed the door open. He carried on wanking furiously for several seconds Alsancak travesti before he noticed, his cock straining to cum. As he looked up, I put my finger to my lips and smiled, ‘shhh, filthy boy’. He flushed red, desperately trying to get dressed, pulling his shorts up as far as his tight, bulging balls, but his big young dick was like metal, and his shorts just wouldn’t go up.

“Stop,” I laughed. “Naughty boy. Sit down. Don’t bother trying to hide it, I’ve been looking at it for ages. Sit on the bed. Good boy, now spread your legs so I can get a good look at your cock. Just do it, or I’ll call your mum up here and tell her exactly what you’ve been doing with her face cream. There. That wasn’t so hard, was it? You’re such a big boy. I’m going to enjoy ruining you.”

I stood with my massive tits a breath away from his face, and unbuttoned my top, slowly and deliberately. “I’m struggling with this last button,” I whispered. “Do it for me, it’s the least you can do.” He gulped, and obeyed, wide eyed. I pushed my chest out as he tried the button, which flew open releasing my 36GG breasts, one of my nipples brushing his cheek. I let it rest there.

“Right, you filthy boy. Suck my nipples and wank that big dick of yours. you’re obviously desperate to cum and I want to watch.”

He sucked so hungrily on my nipple, like he was feeding on me, drinking my milk as he wanked his dick so hard I thought his foreskin would tear. I put my hand up my skirt and flicked my aching clit through my knickers. They were already soaked through. I looked down to see his cock hole gaping open, his cock throbbing uncontrollably; I told him what a little slapper he was being as I started to squirt into my knickers.

“Cum for me. Right now.”

He came and came and came, I watched streams of thick white spunk shooting out of his big wide cock hole, and felt it hitting my thigh, hot and sticky as it ran down my leg as he let out a loud, grateful moan. I put my hand over his mouth. “Shut up, your mum will hear you!”

To be continued…

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Part 2 ~ Lillian Visits Again

~ Lillian is one of the many ladies that visits Lord Augustus. She usually spends the weekend on his estate and receives much of his attention. ~

[ My Lord is expecting Lady Lillian today. He will be giving her much attention this weekend. She will be meeting him in the dining hall this evening.

The chef has prepared a six course meal to tantilize their taste buds. Each course will be served by me to ensure they receive the utmost attention. Lord Augustus does not want anything to ruin his appetite for dinner and dessert. ]

The evening is most beautiful tonight. It is a perfect scene to have good company. I head towards the main dining hall to enter a smaller, private room. Lady Lillian is awaiting my arrival and I do not like to keep a guest waiting. It is always a delight to be with her.

I went into the room with a cheerful face and said, “Good evening, Lillian.”

She arose from her seat to give me a light bow and said, “Good evening, Lord Augustus.”

My eyes twinkled looking at her from head to toe. She was gorgeous as usual. Her dark hair tied up into a bun with the long, golden pin that I gave her sticking out to hold her hair in place. The floral charms hang from the pin dangling at her every move. There was not any doubt that her evening gown was meant to tease me. It was light ivory with swirls with the light from the chandelier reflecting off the dark and light blue beads to accent her twins. The shoulders show all its silky glory without any straps to the dress. Her legs were smooth and the light blue strapped shoes accented her beautiful feet. The curves were in all the right places. I could feel my pants getting tighter.

“How are you this evening, Lillian?”

“I am well, my Lord. Why would I not be in your presence? You always know how to treat a lady.”

“You make me blush, my sweet Lillian. Shall we start dinner?”

“Yes, my lord. I have been craving dessert from you for a while.”

“You always have a sweet tooth. I like that. Vincenzo, you can bring dinner in now.”

Vincenzo replied, gave a nod and went on his way to bring the first course in. I poured another glass of fine champagne for her. Vincenzo had already opened it in advance when she arrived and then set it in the ice bucket to stay chilled.

“You should behave during dinner, my sweet Lillian.”

She gave me a seductive look and said, “You do not think I will be on my best behavior, my Lord?”

“I know you. Always teasing me in those outfits that outline your body. The way you touch my chest and hold my arms. Naughty little devil you are.”

She blushed, had her hand on top of my hand and said, “Are you objecting to the way I look for you, my Lord?”

“Well, no. It is a little difficult to eat dinner when you are so playful.”

She removed her shoes and had one foot in between my legs swirling her toes all around my softness that she could feel has been awaken. Sometimes I wonder why I have dinner in this room when it should be the private chamber. I should arrange the setting next time she visits. Sushi in the raw sounds quite appetizing at the moment. The six course meal will be hard to get through.

“Oh, my Lord. You are giving me a lot of attention already.”

“Someone is not behaving properly during dinner. Remove your foot or I shall have you on the table before you can say a single word.”

“You are such a tease, my lord. I know you would not do that to a lady. You should not spoil your meal with dessert first.”

Before I could get up to tease her mouth, Vincenzo came in with the first course. It was a trio salad. One was a watermelon with a balsamic reduction sprinkled with mint. Another was a colorful tomato salad with a variety of heirloom tomatoes served with fresh Mozzarella in a light pesto dressing. The third was mixed greens tossed in a olive and caper vinaigrette. I had Vincenzo bring in the second course before I even started the first one.

“My Lord is in a hurry to get through dinner.”

“Yes. I am sure you are as eager to get to dessert as I am tonight.”

“There is always room for dessert with you, my lord. It is the perfect way to end any evening.”

I ate as fast as I could and finished every leaf on my plate before Vincenzo came back. He placed the squid and shrimp ceviche served on a leaf of Bibb lettuce before quickly leaving to the kitchen for the third course.

“Mmmm… This is delicious, my Lord. Your chef does a remarkable job of making a lovely dinner.”

“Yes. He knows how to turn any food into a tasty dish. It is nice to know my guests enjoy his cooking.”

Vincenzo came back with a bowl of black mussels in a white wine sauce full of fresh, diced tomatoes sprinkled with parsley. Lillian was moaning at how good they were as if she was making love to them with her tongue.

“I gather you are enjoying the mussels, Lillian?”

“Yes, my Lord. They are soft, delicious gems that are deserving of my love.”

Then Çankaya travesti she gave me a seductive smile as to imply those words meant something other than the mussels. If only I could rip her clothes off and give her what she has been craving all this time. But I had to refrain myself from doing that. From the way she was moaning, I do not know if it was the broth she loved so much or thinking of how close she is to savoring me.

We had managed to devour most of the mussels before Vincenzo came back with a dish of Chateaubriand cooked medium rare served with a wild mushroom sauce over a bed of wilted spinach that had been sauteed in olive oil, garlic, sea salt and fresh ground pepper. This is one of the chef’s specialty of the house. The tender and juicy meat melts in my mouth bursting with layers of flavor. It is simply magnificent each and every time.

The delicious food was hard to ignore, but Lillian’s moaning was quite distracting. She knew what she did when she had her foot in between my legs again. It delighted her that I was giving her that much attention already.

As soon as we were finished with that dish, Vincenzo set a roasted venison in front of us sitting on a small pool of blueberry, Cabernet Sauvignon sauce with tender, steamed asparagus. The chef always like to throw a twist to the meal with something out of the usual. I was thinking cheese would give it more depth after a few bites. Before I know it, Vincenzo set a cheese and fruit plate in between us as the last course for the night. He also brought a bottle of Moscato d’Asti too. The cheese plate is to be eaten separately, but I could not resist mixing it with my venison. The flavors melted well together. It was bliss for my taste buds.

Lillian was even more playful when she finished her venison and nibbled on some cheese. I gave her the joy of sitting closer to feed me some mild Brie with honey. She moaned each time I licked the tip of her fingers. Next thing I know, she was sitting on my lap.

“Mmmm… My Lord, you always give me a good seat.”

I pressed her thighs down to have her feel my aching bulge. She was most likely wet between her legs which I will find out soon enough.

“Are you ready for dessert, my Lord?”

I motioned for her to stand up, grabbed her hand and led her quickly to the master bedroom. It was time for us to soak in the hot tub as I nibble on those precious fruits on her chest. How I love the perky berries that sit on her soft peaches. She wants dessert, I will give her dessert.

“Would you like some help in removing your clothes, Lillian?”

“Yes, my lord. Please help me remove this dress.”

When I removed the dress off of her, I could see she did not have any under garments on. She smiled at me and removed her shoes before undressing me. Then we both soaked in the hot tub for a good half hour touching each other up and down. I could feel her wet flower. She moaned every time my finger played with her bud and petals.

After drying off, I told her the same rules apply. My face is not for her to touch in any way. She is not allowed to reach her climax unless I give her permission to. Any time she breaks those rules, she will be promptly punished.

I had her kneel down without sitting on her legs, arms up with the handcuffs holding them in place connected to the ceiling with chains. Her legs spread open for me to see her dripping, wet flower. There is always a towel under her knowing how wet I can make her. I stood up about an inch away from her face.

“Now, you shall have your dessert. Easy now. Easy. I know you have been waiting all night for this.”

I held her head closer to my softness. The warmth of her mouth and that playful tongue feels wonderful every time. Her moaning with a mouthful felt great. It was my turn to tease her mouth by sliding my hardness in and out of her.

“You wish for all this hard attention in that wet tightness of yours, yes?”

“Mmmm… Yes, my Lord. Mmm… Mmmm… Yes. Please, fulfill me. Mmmmm… I am all yours. Do as you wish, my Lord. Mmmm…”

I was ready to take her right then, but removed the handcuffs from her to have her on all fours with her head facing the pillows. It was a beautiful sight to see her soft, smooth mound dripping wet with anticipation. I teased her inner thighs and her flower with the tip before inserting an inch into her. Then another inch before I gave a hard thrust into all that tightness. The scream from her was music to my ears.

“Ooooohh… Such a welcoming place to be in. Mmmm… Remember the rules.”

I was holding her as close to me as possible pounding her hard and fast until I was relieved. Then I pulled out knowing she was very close to shaking. She layed down on her front after that and I was trying to catch my breath.

“The night is far from over, my sweet Lillian. I know you want relief, but you know how much I enjoy you holding back. Do not worry about being left hanging. I will make sure that you would not Dikmen travesti be walking straight the next day.”

“Mmmm… You tease me so much, my Lord. I am ready to hold your manhood tight and melt all over it.”

“Stay where you are. I will be right back.”

I went to clean myself up in the bathroom and looked for a few things in the drawers. There was a small bottle of honey and decided to squeeze some all over my softness. The blue and white blindfold was soft and gave me some ideas so I took that with me.

When I came back to the bed, I knelt down with my legs open. Then had her kneel down to savor the sweetness. She was pleasantly surprised and enjoyed every bit of her dessert. I had her turn around to see how wet and ready she was for my attention. It excited me to play with her wet spot with my tip as I asked her question to tease her some more.

“Tell me how much you want my attention, Lillian.”

“I want it very badly, my Lord. Mmmm… Please fulfill me.”

“How much do you want my relief?”

“I want your relief very much, my Lord. Relieve yourself in me. Pleeeease. Mmmmm…”

“I do not think you can hold back all your shaking, can you?”

“Mmmm… I will try my best. Mmmm… Please fill me. I want you deep inside me, my Lord. Mmmm…”

“You love all this long and thick hardness inside you to hold?”

“Yes! Yes! Let me hold onto it. Mmmm…”

Before I made another move, I had her arms handcuffed to the head of the board and her legs spread out and lifted a few inches above the bed. I had a feeling she would shake before my climax. Since I am good at delivering my penalties promptly, I did not want any gaps in between them by having her legs close up or move around.

“Are you ready for all this goodness, my delectable delight?”

“Yes! Yes, my Lord. Mmmm…”

I put an inch into her and then thrust all the way in hard. She screamed out loud from the intensity of it all. This made it more thrilling for me not only to feel all her tightness, but to hear her scream with pleasure. I kept sliding in and out of her half way making her scream without end. It was beautiful. I was pushing harder when I felt her start to quiver. She was going to shake and scream long and hard.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!! AAAAAAAHHH!! Mmmmm… Oooooohh… Mmmm…”

“It looks to me that you could not hold yourself back. You wanted to shake for me that badly. Since you broken the rule, you shall be punished for it.”

I removed myself from her to let her catch her breath a bit. About 30 seconds later, I plunged right back in pounding her till she shook again before quickly sliding out. I waited for her to catch her breath a few seconds longer this time than the last before thrusting into her and asked her if she was ready for another one to hear her say no. Then told her that I do not accept no for an answer and continued to make her climax three times in a row before I reached my peak.

“Mmm… I love how you are more tight when you are ready to shake. Did you enjoy your punishment?”

“Oooohh… Mmmm… Yes. I mean no. Mmmm… It felt so gooood to shake for you, but I did not want to do it that quickly in a row. The intensity was too much. Mmmm… Mmmm…”

“I love it when you whimper. The nice thing about it is that you could not get away from me even if you had tried. You had to pay the price for breaking the rule and I saw to it that you did. Any time you shake without my permission again, I will have you shake some more two to three times in a row. Maybe even four if I like. Does that not sound good to you?”

“Mmmm… No. No, my Lord. Please, no.”

“You say that, but I know you enjoy every bit of it. Your screams do not lie. Ha ha ha…”

I rubbed her back and squeezed those lovely back cheeks before releasing her legs. Then I kissed her back from top to bottom making her moan at the touch of my soft lips. My fingers ran lightly down her back giving her a tingly sensation before I removed the handcuffs to let her clean up and come back out for more of my love and attention.

When she came back, I had her lay on her back. Again, I handcuffed her to the head of the board. Her legs was spread out to where her knees touched her side almost. The straps held them in place to keep her from wanting to close them to lower the intense sensations. It thrills me to make a woman feel the highest level of sensation. I love the view of her open legs.

After I had her kiss me till I became stiff, I put the blindfold on her. She does not get a chance to prepare for any sensation that is about to come when she is unable to see. The sensations are also heightened when the sight is taken away. I kissed her from those lucious twins all the way down to her wetness. She moaned when my tongue swirled around the inner lining of her flower.

“Relief, my Lord. Relief. Please. Mmmmm…”

“You are begging already? Are you wanting to climax a few times in a row?”

“No! No, my Lord. No. Mmmm…”

“There Eryaman travesti is only one way to find out how much relief you want.”

I spread her petals open with one hand and positioned myself with the other. Then I slid right in making her feel my hardness and moved my hips in a circular motion teasing her some more. All her moaning made me ready to unload myself into her, but I held back. I wanted to make sure she shook uncontrollably again. How I enjoy giving her punishment to hear more of her screaming.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!! AAAAAAAHHH!! Mmmm… Oooooohh… Mmmmm…”

“You are naughty tonight, Lillian. You like to break the rules or are you testing how well you can get away from being punished?”

“Mmmm… No. No, my Lord. No. Mmmm…”

She knew what was coming to her in a matter of seconds. Not knowing how much she can catch her breath before I thrust into her hard to make her peak again and again. She loves the element of surprise.

“Again, my lovely Lillian.”

“No! No! Mmmm…”

“Yes. Yes.”

“AAAAAAAHHHH!! AAAAAAHHH!! Oooooohh…”

“How good it feels to be in between your weak and shaking legs. Shake for me, Lillian.”

“No! Mmmmm… No. Mmmmm…”

“You do not want me to be relieved?”

“Yes. Mmmm… Yes, I do.”

“Then shake some more for me.”

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!! AAAAAAHHH!! Mmmmm…”

Oh how lovely it is to hear her whimper helplessly. I reached my climax shortly after her. The sensational explosion made my mind blank out for a few seconds. Although it was nothing compared to how she was feeling with one eruption after another. She too ejaculates and it is always nice to see it ooze out as I kiss her set of soft peaches.

“What shall I do with you, Lillian? You have been very naughty tonight.”

I removed her blindfold and ran my tongue around her ear. She moaned in delight and arched her back.

“I see that your berries are wanting more of my attention. Hello berries. How I love thee. Let me kiss you till you beg for relief.”

“Mmmmm… My Lord! Mmmmm… You make me very very very good. Mmmm… Do what ever you like. Mmmmm… Aaaaahh…”

“Do what ever I like? Ha ha ha… I will make it much harder on you tomorrow night. You will pay for being such a rebel. As for now, I like to see how much you would enjoy this.”

I had her back on her hands and knees and cuffed her ankles and wrists in place. Then I put the blindfold back on her again before I reached into the drawer for a small toy. I lubricated the slender toy with her juices and inserted six inches of it into her back door. She was surprised and a little nervous looking when I removed the blindfold off.

“Mmmm… My Lord, what are you doing?”

“I am seeing how much you enjoy being filled back there.”

I turned the vibration on low from the remote control and left her there as I stepped away for a few minutes. She was dripping wet when I came back and bouncing up and down.

“Look at you so anxious for relief. Stay still for me. Yes.”

I kissed her all over from her back to her hanging fruit. She was moaning uncontrollably. The look on her face was priceless.

“Mmmm… I want relief, my Lord. Please. Mmmm…”

It was a joy to see her in such a compromising position with her flower soaking wet. The low vibration would constantly tease her, but she would not get any relief from that alone. She wanted to kiss my softness more than ever before hoping I would relieve her. I gave her the satisfaction of kissing me till I unloaded all my cream into her mouth. She was begging for relief and I told her she would have to wait until I am ready again. I did turn off the vibration to ease her excitement. Then I teased her some more with the thought of licking her awaiting flower.

“How would you like me to lick you till you peak?”

“Yes. Yes. Mmmm… I would love that very much, my Lord. Mmmm…”

Then I turned on the vibration again making her moan and moan for me. She tried to move those hips again, but told her if she does then she will pay the price. I kept it on while she indulged on me some more.

“Now look what you did to me again. What am I to do with all this thick and hearty tool of love?”

“Aaahh… Mmmm… Please fill me, my Lord. Fill me all the way. Mmmm…”

“You want my relief, yes?”

“Yeeess. Mmmm…”

“I do not think you can hold yourself back if I did push myself into all that hot, wet and aching tightness of yours. You know what happens if you shake without my permission.”

“Yes! Yes, I do. Mmmm… I will take the punishment. Mmmm…”

I turned the vibration off and quickly pushed my way in making her climax under 30 seconds before I pulled out to let her catch her breath and went in to make her shake some more. This time, I made her shake four times in a row. She almost passed out. I relieved myself one more time to end the night.

“I promise you that it will be more exciting tomorrow night, my sweet sweet Lillian.”

All she could do was blush and hide her face while taking a shower together before we went to sleep in minutes oblivious to the world. I love making her wet and she loves staying wet for me. Tomorrow night will not be an exception. I look forward to surprising her.

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“This vacation is gonna be epic,” Brian said as he threw his bag in the storage compartment of the RV. “The Meyers and Hunts finally joining forces to take on vacation.”

“Oh yeah, we’re gonna have a great time,” I replied. “Unfortunately I’m not sure our kids are as excited as we are. Grace loves your family, especially Naomi, but I don’t think she’s all that excited to spend so much time in an RV. She prefers the beach and room service.”

Brian and I have been best friends since we were 12 years old, and I’ve known his wife Brandi even longer. Her dad and my dad were good friends, so she was like a sister to me. When we were kids I thought she looked and acted kind of goofy, but by our senior year of high school she was the hottest girl I knew. I was always jealous of Brian, for seeing what I clearly missed. My wife, Allison, is attractive, but not nearly as sexy as Brandi. Even their daughter Naomi is the hottest 18 year old I’ve ever met.

I actually lied to Brian though, when I said Grace loves Naomi. She likes her well enough, but would never say she is a close friend. Our families have been getting together most Friday nights or Saturdays their whole life. Sometimes they get along great, but usually Grace complains that Naomi doesn’t hang out with her much. She’s always hanging out with her dad and I instead. Grace is a grade below Naomi, and they go to different schools, so they usually only see each other once a week. I just knew Brian liked thinking they were best friends for some reason.

The joint family vacation was all their idea, but Allison and I thought it sounded like a great time. I especially liked the idea of seeing Brandi in a bikini, and I figured Naomi would probably look even better than her mom. Granted the lake was about 8 hours away, so we had a long drive ahead of us, and one night of camping first.

Once we were all loaded up and on the road, I realized the RV was roomier and much more comfortable than I had expected. Brian was driving and Brandi was sitting comfortably in the passenger seat. From my love seat behind Brian I had a perfect view of Brandi’s very sexy legs, and I was very surprised to have such a great view of her cleavage. Since I was sitting facing the passenger side of the RV, it didn’t even look like I was staring. My wife was sitting in the chair across me, and Naomi was sitting right next to me. Every now and then the RV would shift, and I would feel her lean against me for support. It was one of those times, when her body came into contact with mine, that I realized just how sexy Naomi was.

It’s not like I hadn’t ever noticed that she’d grown into a lovely and attractive woman, but I really hadn’t noticed how sexy she really was. Her legs were long, slender, but yet fit, similar to her mother’s. In fact, she might have had sexier legs than her mother. Another trait she was lucky enough to inherit from her mom, was her ample breasts. At 18 years old her breasts were definitely larger than my 42 year old wife’s had ever been. I was trying to size them up out of the corner of my eye, hoping nobody would catch me.

I was so caught up with checking out Naomi, that I didn’t really notice I was starting to pitch a tent in my shorts. They were just light dri-fit basketball shorts, so they didn’t offer any concealment at all. I almost fell out of the seat when I realized how easy it was to see it. I tried shifting in the long seat, and leaned forward, trying to cover it with my elbows. When I finally worked up the nerve to look at Naomi, she was smiling at me, and shaking her head. She clearly noticed, and was enjoying the show I was putting on while trying to hide it.

There was a moment of panic at first. Wondering if she was going to say something to her parents, or worse, my wife. That only lasted a few seconds, before turning from panic to embarrassment. I couldn’t figure out for the life of me where to look. My eyes darted from Brian, to Brandi then over to Allison. All I knew for sure was that I couldn’t look at Naomi.

“That looked pretty impressive in your shorts. I can’t wait to see what it looks like when you take them off.” She whispered in my ear.

I absolutely couldn’t believe what I just heard. It caught me completely off guard, and I’m sure the look on my face matched the complete shock I was feeling. She was my best friend’s daughter, who I practically helped raise. I’m not a fool, sex with any hot woman is amazing, but I’m pretty sure I couldn’t do it with my daughter, and she was pretty damn close to being just that. I knew I had to squash it, before it got out of hand.

“You’re just gonna have to wonder, because you’ll never get to see it. Your dad is my best friend, and I practically helped raise you. I’m not really sure where this idea came from, but I have a feeling it didn’t just start in the last minute.”

I was sure I had a shocked look on my face, so I was nervously looking back and forth between my wife and her parents. I knew if any of them noticed me whispering to Naomi, the look on my face would surely raise a question or two. Fortunately, Osmanbey travesti my wife’s phone had her attention, and Brian was driving and having a quiet conversation with his wife.

“We’ve got all week, so I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I like to set goals for myself, and push myself to achieve them. You’ve just given me my first goal of this vacation.”

After she whispered the last word, I felt her tongue slide under my earlobe, and pull it to her lips. It was quick, but damn it sure made my erection that much harder. No matter what though, there was no way I was going to entertain even an inkling of a notion of having sex with her. Sure, my dick was hard at that moment, but that would be simply too taboo for me. I’ve definitely never been “that guy” who craves sex so much that nothing is out of the question.

I decided I would just sit there and do anything I could to not look at her, but she had other plans. I felt her fingertip on my right shoulder, and then she ran it down my arm about six inches. This was just to get my attention back in her direction, before she stood up and walked across to the other side of the RV. Out of the corner of my eye I watched her slide into the seat between my wife and the tiny bathroom.

The seat we were previously both sitting in was more like a love seat, meant for two, but the three seats on that side were single seats, with high armrests on each side. She picked the third seat, closest to the back, leaving a seat between her and my wife. She pulled up her legs, and sat in the chair cross-legged, with a wicked smirk on her face. I wasn’t sure what she was up to, but a huge part of me was very excited to find out.

She made sure I was watching her first, and then she looked down at her fingers as they traced her breast over her shirt. The V-neck shirt hugged her body nicely, and she really didn’t need anything to help draw attention to her breasts, but using her fingertips to slowly trace each one definitely had me memorized.

After a few seconds of teasing me, she looked me in my eyes again, and pulled the neck of her shirt to the right with one hand, and pulled her breast out with the other. Then she slowly cupped it under her right hand, and slowly moved her hand around it. Her well tanned tit looked amazing just hanging out for all to see. My cock was raging hard now, and there was no possible way to make that go away.

After a few minutes of rubbing her own breast, her hand moved down to her thigh. She slid her fingertips up her thigh to the edge of her very short cotton shorts. Then she uncrossed her legs, and propped her knees up, with her shoes still on the edge of the seat. This gave me a perfect view as she slid two fingertips under her shorts and pulled the material to the side, leaving me a glorious view of her pussy.

My eyes darted from her pussy to her eyes, and she was still looking right at me. When her mouth opened, and her head leaned back slightly, my eyes darted back to her pussy, with two fingers sliding in and out. That was the sexiest sight I’ve ever beheld in my life. Without even realizing it, my own hand had moved to my lap, and behind my left elbow was rubbing my hard cock through my shorts.

Suddenly movement caught my eye as Grace walked towards me from the back of the RV. Much like her mom, she had her face buried in her cell phone. I quickly pulled my hand away from my erection, and tried to hide it again with both my elbows. Sure enough, she sat down right next to me, and it looked like she stole a quick glance at Naomi as she sat.

My eyes shot over to Naomi, just in time to see her settle into the chair. Her shorts and shirt were back in place, and she looked like she was trying to look innocent, but might have failed just slightly. When I looked back at Grace she was looking at Naomi with a puzzled look on her face. I knew she had to have seen something, but she didn’t say anything if she did.

“Hey dad, is there any chance we can stop, so I can use a real bathroom, and maybe get a snack or something?”

“Hon, we have plenty of snacks in here, and the best part of traveling in an RV is that we don’t have to stop every hour for you to go to the bathroom. You can just go right in there.” I pointed to the tiny little bathroom just a few feet away from Naomi, and noticed she was smiling again.

“Well first off, gross, and secondly, everyone will be able to hear me. I just want to pee in peace. Besides, all the snacks you and mom brought are horrible for you. I want a nice healthy snack.”

“I’ll tell you what. How about you ask Brian, since he’s driving, and if he’s okay with it, then so am I.”

“Deal,” she said, leaping up and stepping passed me to lean over Brian’s shoulder. She didn’t talk loud enough for me to hear what she was saying, and my eyes were too anxious to get back on Naomi.

It was like Naomi was waiting for me to give her my attention again. She smiled coyly, and even gave me a wink. I assumed the wink meant that Grace hadn’t seen anything, but in all honesty I had no Ayrancı travesti freaking clue what it really meant. I was just happy my erection had started to subside, and rational, sane thoughts returned. I clearly had lost my mind, allowing Naomi to do that. Did that make me a pervert? What if Grace had caught her?

Whatever Grace said to Brian apparently worked, because we stopped at the next Gas Station we came upon. And, apparently Grace wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to use the bathroom in the RV, because everyone got out. Grace, Brandi and Allison all rushed straight into the bathroom, leaving me alone in the Gas Station with Naomi, while Brian topped off the RV.

“This has been a fun start already. I know we’re gonna have a whole lot more fun all week.”

“Naomi, I don’t think you realize the effects of what you’re doing.”

“Of course I know the effects, because your shorts are horrible for trying to hide it.”

“That’s not what I mean at all, and you know it.” With that I headed into the men’s room, partly to escape Naomi’s seductive ways, but also to avoid using the tiny bathroom as well. I was aware that someone followed me through the door, but being a public bathroom I didn’t pay that much attention. As I started to head towards the urinal, I felt hands on my shoulders, trying to guide me to the closest stall.

I was shocked to see that it was Naomi, just before her lips pressed against mine. In a moment of weakness I allowed her to push me into the stall, and even returned her kiss. While my tongue started sliding over hers, the whole magnitude of it all hit me. While it would be so easy to pull out my cock and pull her shorts to the side, I just knew it couldn’t happen. Even though I was so turned on that it would only take a couple of minutes, and I knew I could get away with it, I just couldn’t.

“No I can’t do this Naomi, and you shouldn’t even want me to.” I pushed her away, and back out of the stall. “You better get out of here before your dad comes in, or your mom finishes and catches you leaving the men’s room.”

The look on her face was a mix of confusion and disappointment. Which I thought was better than rejection and anger, but I still felt bad for disappointing her. It just wasn’t a possibility for us. Thankfully, she did as I asked, and left the bathroom. I stayed behind, so I could jerk off in the stall. Unfortunately, before I finished Brian walked in. The stall wall hid what I was doing, but I felt awkward trying to look him in the eye knowing I was just jerking off thinking about his daughter. Not to mention that she showed me her boob and pussy.

A short time later, we were back in the RV and back on the road. This leg of the trip was rather uneventful compared to the first leg. Mostly because my wife sat next to me in the love seat, and Naomi and Grace hung out in the back of the RV together. I did, once again, have a great view of Brandi’s legs and cleavage. This time I had to be much more sneaky with my gawking though. Not only was my wife next to me, but the four of us were actually engaged in conversation for the whole three hours.

The camp site was busier than we anticipated, but Brian did a great job finding a rather secluded spot to hook up. We spent about an hour getting everything set up. Allison, Grace and I had our big two bedroom tent and the Meyers had the RV. We got the tent up and ready, and then got dinner set up on a picnic table next to the RV. After dinner we got the fire going and huddled around it. We told jokes and remembered “the good ol days” for over an hour, and then we realized Brandi had fallen asleep on Brian’s shoulder. It was only about 9:30pm, so it seemed too early to seriously call it bedtime.

Grace asked if I would go with her for a quick walk over to the lake. I didn’t like the thought of her going off by herself in the dark anymore than she apparently did, so I was happy to go with her. Turned out the lake was a good ten minute walk, which was much longer than I’d expected. It seemed so close when we drove passed it. There was a good size beach on the lake, so we pretended it was the ocean. Yeah, the silly things dads and daughters do together. We didn’t talk much, because it really was fantastic just looking over the lake and hearing the sounds of nature.

After a bit I realized we had been gone for over thirty minutes, and it was after 10:00pm now. We started heading back and passed a couple of other campers. We said hi when we were noticed, and tried to be quiet when we weren’t. We were near our campsite when Grace heard something.

“Dad, what’s that sound? It kind of sounds like someone is hurt or something.”

We both stopped walking so we could listen without competing with our footsteps. Sure enough though, I heard it as well, and it was clearly muffled sounds just passed the tree line. Grace and I walked towards the sounds as quietly as we could, but yet as quickly as we could. If someone was in trouble, we wanted to get there quickly, but if it were a couple of adults trying to get away with something, Cebeci travesti well then we certainly didn’t want to mess that up for them either.

Once we made it passed the first trees, it became impossible to really walk quietly, but by then their moaning was loud enough that I knew they wouldn’t hear us. It was quite clear at that point that we were about to find two people who snuck off to what they thought was a quiet secluded place to have sex. That’s when it hit me that I was with my 18 year old daughter, and she would be seeing this as well, so I started to dash after her.

“Oh my god it’s Brian and…”

I managed to get my hand over her mouth before she could finish. In a move like she was still a little kid, I pulled her behind me, trying to hide her eyes from the x rated scene. That’s when I noticed that it really was Brian. It was too dark to see her, but they clearly heard Grace. They both quickly pulled up their shorts, and scurried off. Brian turned his head just as he started off, and we made eye contact for a second. Then as they rushed off I completely recognized her silhouette, and it sure as hell wasn’t Brandi.

“Get an RV you two,” Grace yelled out, while laughing hysterically.

“Grace, come on now. I’m sure they just wanted some time together, and couldn’t do it in the RV with Naomi in there with them.”

I tried my best to play it off like I hadn’t noticed it was my wife rushing off. I was actually thankful Grace apparently hadn’t noticed. I was also quite shocked that I wasn’t more upset about it. Hell I wasn’t upset at all, to be honest. I was more disappointed that I didn’t get to watch them. I didn’t even see them “together” at all.

“I gotta say Dad, Brian looked better than I’ve been giving him credit for. It was actually pretty hot seeing him with Brandi like that. He was really into it. I didn’t recognize him at first, and then I couldn’t believe it once I did.”

Damn, how long could she see them? It couldn’t possibly have been more than a second or two, because I was basically right behind her.

“Hey now, don’t forget your my little girl still, and I definitely don’t want to even think about you and Brian,” I said with a good laugh of my own. Still thankful she thought it was Brandi.

“Relax, I was just stating my opinion of what I saw, not admitting that I’m lusting after your best friend. Besides, you’re way hotter than he is.”

Before I could even muster up any kind of reply, or question about where that comment came from, she sprinted off back to the RV. I was left behind with just my perplexed thoughts to keep me company. I tried to decide what shocked me the most, my daughter calling me hot, my wife cheating on me with my best friend, or the fact that I wasn’t upset at all about it.

I just walked back to our campsite, watching Grace the whole way. I was really kicking myself for not rushing ahead of Grace, so I could have actually watched them for a second or two like she had. I just had to figure out which one I should talk to about it first. I had always been able to tell Brian everything, including the time I got some weird STD from two hot young ladies in a hotel room on a business trip a few years earlier.

I was just worried that he might get scared and think that I might tell Brandi, just to get back at him. I decided it would probably be safer to talk to Allison about it, but I was very nervous about telling her that I wanted to watch them. She was a very “straight” woman, who could be talked into trying things in the bedroom, but would always question why I wanted to try it afterwards. All the more reason I had been surprised she would have sex outside with another man.

When I made it back there wasn’t anyone in site. I could hear Grace talking, and assumed it was Allison she was talking to. There were lights on in the RV, so I assumed they were all in for the night. It was earlier than I expected to call it a night, but given what just happened, I supposed it made sense. I kicked some dirt on the tiny little fire that was struggling to continue burning, and then headed for the tent.

“I’m not kidding at all mom, they were totally doing it in the bushes. And I totally caught them mom, I mean busted.” She was laughing and yet sounded like she was bragging at the same time.

“Did your dad see them?”

“I’m sure he did. He got there right after I did, and I can’t imagine he missed them.”

“He didn’t seem upset to you?”

“Not at all. Why, should he have been?”

“Well yeah, his daughter watching his best friend having sex! Yeah, I would think he would be upset by that.”

I stepped into the tent, and zipped it behind me. Clearly interrupting their conversation unintentionally. The tent was surprisingly big once inside. The middle section was tall enough that I could stand straight up, and each “room” on each side seemed much bigger than they looked from the outside. The girls were sitting in the middle section, and for a moment I was struck by how gorgeous and sexy they both looked. I figured it must have been my daughter’s comment messing with my head. Incidentally, because they were sitting on the inflatable cushions, both their mouths were at perfect blowjob level. For just a split second I allowed myself to have a tiny fantasy where they were both licking each side of my shaft.

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If you haven’t read part 1, it might help to understand this story better. The events take place during my freshman year in college. I had known Sue through a friend of mine, Julie, for a while, but had never really spoken or spent much time with her.

That all changed the night of that fateful party at Matt’s place. I was very much into Sue, she was 5’9, very blonde and tan, with beautiful blue eyes. Her taut and athletic 34C-22-34 was enough to make anyone notice. And after feeling those long legs wrapped around my body, I knew I wanted more.

At the end of our little one-nighter, she had advised me that she was engaged and that she wouldn’t be having sex with me anymore. I had gone from sexual high to totally shattered. She must’ve sensed my disappointment, since she quickly added that she might be interested in sucking my cock again though. Who could turn that down?

So there I was, a week later, walking up to her front door. I had called her to see what she was doing, and she had invited me over. She said that she didn’t have much time, but I could still come by.

I didn’t know how serious she was about the blowjob offer, but it didn’t take me long to find out. She motioned for me to follow her into her bedroom and she then closed the door. When she turned around, I tried to kiss her, but she wasn’t having any of that. She knew what she was after, and she quickly got the point across to me too.

She pushed me against her bed, then unbuckled my belt and unzipped my walking shorts in one deft motion, before pulling them down as she dropped to her knees. No kissing, no caressing, I felt so cheap… yeah right. It was hot, I felt like I was on fire instantly, and I thought I might pass out from all the blood rushing to my cock. Before she had my shorts around my ankles, my cock was quickly rising to the occasion.

“I’m glad to see Şişli travesti you’ve missed me.” Her smile showed that she appreciated the immediate response, but I felt like the comment was directed at my dick, not me. I could see down her tank top and her face had an expression of total arousal. She reached out with her tongue and licked the head of my dick lovingly as she held the shaft in her right hand. She pumped a few times, getting the head really reddish purple, before sliding it into her mouth, engulfing the head and an inch of the shaft. I thought my legs would buckle, I was so glad I was leaning against the foot of her bed.

The view of her perfect tits was too much for me as I slid my hand inside her tank top to get a feel. My fingertips had just touched the swell of her left breast when she quickly grabbed my hand. She moved my hand back to my side, signaling that she did not want to be touched. In fact, it became quite clear that the only thing she cared about at that point was my cock.

She sucked it deep into her mouth, emitting sloppy wet sounds as she did. Her right hand was continuously pumping on my shaft in time with her bobbing head. Her left hand had reached between my legs, alternating rubbing my balls and the tops of my thighs. To say she was good would be the biggest understatement.

Her sucking became more forceful, as her skin became flushed in the face and on her chest. Was she having an orgasm? Then came the tell-tale shudder as she indeed went over the edge, still never missing a beat on my cock. She slowed slightly, for what seemed a few seconds, then resumed sucking in earnest. I realized that this blowjob was more about her than about me. I was just a prop, a real-life dildo, meant only to bring her pleasure. I felt so used, it was great!!! I felt like such a sex-toy, and it was hot.

Sue seemed Taksim travesti to be nearing another orgasm, as she had found that really sensitive spot on my balls and that constriction in her throat that was bringing the most intense pleasure to the head of my cock. The tightness would squeeze the glans, stimulating it, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. As I did, my cock swelled even more with blood, making the head and shaft even thicker, triggering another orgasm in Sue. She seemed almost in a trance, her red skin contrasting against her blonde hair, her blue eyes rolling up into the back of her head, showing only the white part.

It was that look of total sexual bliss that sent me over the edge, as I moaned to her that I was cumming. Sue grabbed my balls with her left hand as she pulled me into her mouth with her right hand on my ass, making sure she had all of my cock inside her. Her lips and nose were crushed against my pubic hair as she held her breath, her mouth totally engulfing every inch of me. My orgasm was intense and powerful, as I shot at least half a dozen volleys of cream down her throat. I had wanted to grab her head but thought better of it, thinking she might bite off my dick. So I just leaned back against the bed, thrusting my groin forward, which seemed to make Sue shudder once more with an aftershock of her own orgasm. It was then that I noticed for the first time how she had been grinding her pussy against my shin and foot, pushing the material of her white tennis shorts into her pussy.

The image seemed totally surreal, like something out of an Andrew Blake porno. Sue’s girl next door innocent looks were in stark contrast to the totally hot sex act she was performing on my grateful cock. She bobbed her head up and down, making sure she got every last drop as her hands squeezed my shaft and balls. My cum Gümüşsuyu travesti must’ve taste like ambrosia to her, judging by the content and sated look on her face as my head pulled past the tight ring formed by her lips, letting my dick plop out of her mouth.

As hot as she’d been just the minute prior, she turned equally cold as soon as she stood up. She brushed an errant strand of blonde hair from her tan face as she announced that she had to get ready to go. It was as if she was talking to herself, she acted so detached from the hot scene from just a moment prior. It was quite clear to me that I should leave. Unlike the last time, no kissing, no cuddling, just Sue giving me head. Actually, she sucked my cock, it was only about her and my cock, and if she could’ve figured out a way, I could’ve just as easily been gone from the entire scene, except for the fact that I was attached to my penis.

Another man might’ve been hurt, or felt used. What was wrong with me, I didn’t feel any of those feelings? I just knew that I’d experienced one of the hottest sexual encounters of my life and that I would become addicted to that scenario, a clothed woman and a nude man. By stripping me while remaining clothed herself, she had retained control of the situation, unlike the last time. She was able to use my cock for her pleasure, and even though I came as well, it was quite obvious that she had done everything for herself. I was just the stunt cock in the scenario. And to be honest, I loved it. I knew I’d never have anything with Sue, so if that was all I could ever get out of this, who was I to argue?

I spoke with Julie months later and she had told me how Sue had given her fiancé his first blowjob. She acted like she’d never done it before. We both had a good laugh about that, and agreed that she probably didn’t feel the same thing giving him head. Maybe it’s the naughtiness of it? Maybe Sue loved it so much because she knew deep down inside that it was frowned upon. Why else would such an act trigger such intense orgasms in her? That question has continued to haunt the deep sexual areas of my brain for all this time.

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I found you lying there in bed, a cover only covering your top half. From your toes to your waist was completely uncovered, almost inviting me to come play with you. You were just waking up as I began to slide onto the bed, sliding my hands up your calves, slowly spreading your legs nice and wide as I moved my way up them. I began to kiss at your knees and slowly worked my way down your thighs, eventually moving to your inner thighs, causing you to moan and shift slightly.

You then rolled over; causing me to duck out of the way a bit as you swung your legs over. In doing so, you rolled completely out of the covers, tossing them aside as you did, still not fully awake. I smiled and slid my hands up the back of your legs, slowly kneading them under my thick fingers. You let out a sigh of delight as my hands reached your ass, and I began massaging it gently. I slid up on you, working my hands to your thong, and I slowly began tugging it off of you, working it down your thighs and calves. I tossed your panties aside and slid up between your thighs, pressing myself against you.

I saw your hands grab the sheets and you pulled on them hard, moaning with delight, still thinking it might be a dream. I slowly leaned over you and I whispered in your ear to wake you up. Your eyes flew open and you realized where I was. You immediately tried to get up, but I placed a hand on the back of your neck and I began massaging it gently, to make you hot and bothered and to get you to relax a bit at the same time. You immediately settle down and let me begin to please you, as my hand stroked your pussy gently, occasionally fingering your clit as I felt myself hardening against you. You reached out and grabbed the edge of the bed as I moved my other free hand back and freed up my cock from my pants. I then slid my hands over the soft flare of your hips and I pulled you back into me, sliding my cock into you nice and deep, but slowly, holding it deep inside you to let you get used to feeling my hardness inside you again.

You moan nice and loud and begin begging me to fuck you and make it rough. I oblige you, starting slow and picking up the pace until I’m working my cock in and out of you nice and hard, our skin slapping together as I continue to pull you back into me. After a few moments I hear you begin to moan loud and long for me to spank you while I ride your pussy hard. I begin spanking you at the same time as I begin rolling my cock in you in circles, pulling it around all inside you, dragging it along your Halkalı travesti pussy at every possible angle as I slide myself in and out of you harder and faster. I slide my hands down your sides and I begin teasing your breasts, playing with your nipple ring as I knead your luscious breasts under my hands roughly. I keep working my cock into you harder and faster with each second, keeping my cock going deep into you with each thrust. You continue to moan loud, all the while drawing your breath in ragged gasps between moans and screams. I feel your pussy begin to tighten on my cock, and in response I pull out of you, not ready to cum yet and not wanting to have you cum before me.

I grab one of your hips and roll you over, then I grab your wrists and I pin them to the bed as I slide down between your thighs. I slide my cock back into you and I begin working it into you nice and slow again. I feel you wrap your legs around my waist as I struggle to keep your hands pinned to the mattress. Finally I move your hands to the headboard and I refuse to let go unless you grab it and keep your hands there. After you do, I move my hands down to your ass and I begin pulling you up into me, causing your entire pussy to rub along my cock as I worked it in and out of you. I feel myself finally begin to swell inside you and I feel you again begin to tighten on my cock as I work down into you faster and faster with each second. Finally the two of us both surge toward cumming, and I feel myself finally ready to release. At this point, you no longer can hold it in either, and your hands come flying off the headboard to my back, where you begin digging your nails in more and more, causing me pain as well as the pleasure of working my cock into you. In response I work my cock harder and harder into you, slamming us together almost painfully. Your cries of ecstasy become intense as the pain mixes with pleasure for both of us. Finally we both explode into each other, you dragging your nails across my flesh, drawing blood as you cum all over my cock. I explode violently into you as I slam my cock into you deeper and harder than ever before, causing you to scream at the top of your lungs, as we are both fulfilled.

I collapse onto you, having spent most, if not all of my energy. You, however, are not totally spent and you shift your hips slightly, rolling yourself over on top of me. You roll off of me and then you lay to the side of me, your hand trailing down my chest, both of us breathing heavily as we lie Levent travesti there for a moment. Your hand finally dives down to my cock, and you begin stroking me gently with your hand, working on making me hard again. I feel myself start to harden slightly, but when you realize that I’m not going to get completely hard without some serious help, you slide your mouth around me and begin bobbing your head up and down while working your hand in tune with it. Quickly I become hard again, and you stop when you realize this, then you swing a leg over and position your pussy just over my cock. You then slide down it slowly, working the head inside you, then working the rest of it into you by dropping onto me hard, causing me to moan and groan loudly as you slam down onto me, our skin slapping together hard.

You then grab my hands, much as I did to you, but instead you move them to your breasts and I palm and knead them as you begin to ride me, rocking your hips down onto me. You reach back with both hands and spread my legs apart, so you can drop down between my legs as you rock back. You rock back and forth hard, occasionally putting your hands back on the bed near my legs as you rock your hips up, keeping my cock inside you and making it bend almost painfully. I keep my hands on your breasts despite the pain and pleasure you were putting me through, squeezing them hard as you ride me. I feel myself begin to swell hard inside you, and you move a hand down under you as you rock harder and harder on me. You squeeze my cock hard, trying to keep me from cumming for as long as you can. I feel you begin to throb on my cock as your pussy becomes even more hot and wet than before. You keep moaning loud and long as you grind down onto me, still squeezing my cock hard to keep me from cumming until you do. I finally don’t think I can hold it any longer, and just at that point, you rock up hard then spasm and I feel your juices coat my cock. You pull your hand off my cock and collapse onto me just as I cum, and you cry out one last time as my hot juice flows into you. I slide my hands to your hips and I pull you up off of me slowly, all the while kissing your lips and neck as I roll you to the side and lay you down next to me.

We lay there for a few moments together before I get up and head off to the shower…After a few moments of washing myself off, I hear the bathroom door open and I pull back the curtain, offering you a spot in the shower with me. You brush up against me, pressing your ass against Şirinevler travesti my cock for a second, then sliding your hand to it. I begin washing you off, sliding the soap over your wet skin as the water cascades down over us both. After a couple minutes I lean in and kiss your neck gently, then whisper in your ear that I’m going down on you. I slide around in front of you, my hands on your waist for a moment, pulling you to me before I kiss down your neck, chest, then over your breasts and stomach. I then pull your hands to the shower wall as I get down to your pussy, the water dribbling down over both of our bodies. I begin to lash your pussy with my tongue, laying it flat as I run it over you, then sucking on your clit and working my lips and tongue side to side and top to bottom on it. You moan loud and tell me to keep going. I keep working you over with my tongue, occasionally letting it dive into your pussy as I keep working you over, stopping only to suck on your clit as before.

Before too long, not for growing bored with it but for wanting to try something new, I slide around behind you and I place my hands on your ass. I spread your ass nice and wide open and slide my cock into it, then I begin working it roughly into your ass, sliding it all the way in and almost all the way out with each thrust. As I’m already hard again, I feel myself begin to swell in your tight ass as I work my hard length in and out of you. I grab the washcloth and I pull my cock out of your ass, then I clean it off as you moan loud, waiting for me to do something more.

After I clean it, I slide my cock into your pussy hard and deep right away, then I begin working it into you hard and fast, making you have to stand on your tiptoes. I wrap your long, flowing hair in my hand and I begin tugging on it enough to make it pleasurable when combined with me working my cock into your pussy hard and fast. I feel you begin to throb and tighten on my cock as you begin building toward a strong cum, since the two of us are both still so hot from the last two times. I finally can hold it no longer, and I tell you I’m about to cum. You respond by sliding a hand back between us and clamping it around my cock, forcing me to hold off cumming again until you can fully build up toward being fulfilled completely. And when I feel your pussy begin to throb and tighten on me hard as I work my cock into you deep and fast. Finally I feel you tighten on me unbearably and you release your grip on my cock just before you explode all over me, and I release hard into you. After a few moments of holding my cock in you, I slowly pull out and let the water wash both you and I off. Finally we go back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed together, kissing and cuddling before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

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It’s an amazing thing to discover something new. Especially when you discover something new about yourself. I had this picture of myself, see, and what I saw was a boring, middle-aged guy, slightly chubby, stuck in a dead-end office job living the most ordinary life imaginable. I wanted adventure! I wanted something new! So when Anne suggested that we have an open marriage, it didn’t take much arm-twisting to get me to agree.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife. I love her more than anything or anyone in this world. She is, and always had been, my best friend. It’s exactly that closeness that made it possible for me to imagine her being with another man. I knew her love for me would remain undiminished, as would my feelings for her. It’s just sex. It’s like her going to play bridge with her girlfriends or me going bowling with the guys. The sex would be another activity that we did without each other. That’s all.

My expectation was that Anne would get laid right away. It’s easier for women. If a woman walks into a bar and announces, “I want to fuck!” then she’s going to have a line of men applying for the position. If a man did the same thing, he’d be thrown out as a creepy pervert. Hell, I was even tentative about installing Tinder on my phone.

The truth of what happened was that Anne did not go right out and find someone to fuck. She told me later that she was waiting on me to do it first. She wanted me to be unfaithful so that it was okay for her to be unfaithful. A week went by after our decision to open up our marriage. Then two weeks. We didn’t ask each other how it was going. I didn’t want to know details and I had none to share. It was as if we had changed nothing about our life.

And then came Saturday.

I was supposed to be golfing. It was bright and warm but not too hot, and I had a lot of frustration I needed to let out. Instead, my golfing partner called to say he was too sick to come, and I didn’t want to play by myself, so I turned around and headed home. It was a half hour to the golf course, and I was halfway there, so I’d been gone from the house barely thirty minutes when I returned home to find a strange car parked in the driveway.

My blood ran cold. This was it, I thought. Anne had someone in there right now. She was fucking a strange man in my house. I was angry at first, but that quickly faded. Wasn’t this what we’d agreed on? Where else was Anne supposed to go? After the anger evaporated, I was left with a strange feeling of happiness. Anne had been the one to suggest the open marriage, which in my mind meant she was the one who wanted it most. She was getting what she needed right now. She would be happy, and her happiness is what made me happy.

Following that, I felt horny. My wife was being fucked. God, it was sick, but I wanted to see it. I was out of the car before I knew I’d made a decision. I could sneak in through the back door, I told myself. They’d never know I had even been there. One little look and then I’d leave. I just had to know she was okay. I wanted to know if she was truly happy doing this.

By the sound of things when I entered the kitchen, Anne was very happy. I could hear her moaning loudly right away. They weren’t in the bedroom, they were on the sofa in the living room. Damn it! That’s where I took my naps! I took off my shoes and my sock feet made no noise as I crept over the linoleum floor to the doorway. I braced myself for what I might see. Some big black guy pounding my wife’s asshole? Two men? Someone I knew?

I didn’t expect to see the sleek body of a woman laying between my wife’s pale legs. They were humping at each other and kissing passionately. Anne looked so amazing, so fucking sexy, and I felt a weird sense of relief that she was having sex with another woman instead of some man. My manly ego was not dented. Not much, anyway. I watched my wife’s pale, slightly plump body writhing beneath the lithe, tanned blonde on top of her and began Cihangir travesti to rub my erection through my pants. The plan to take a peek and leave had flown out the window.

“I’m going to cum!” Anne shouted, breaking off the kissing. “Uh! Uh! Uuuhhh!” Her lovely face scrunched up as orgasm washed through her. I saw her lock her legs tightly around the blonde, watched her tremble, saw her cute toes curling, and I felt elated. Anne relaxed eventually, and the pair kissed again. “Are you close?” Anne asked.

“Not really,” the blonde replied in a raspy, sexy voice. “I told you, it’s not so easy for me. It feels wonderful though, Anne. It really does.”

“I’m so glad I met you,” Anne said, caressing the blonde’s face.

“Me, too,” the blonde replied. I was too far behind them to see the blonde’s expression, but Anne’s smile was beatific. Slowly, the blonde began to grind again. Anne groaned and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she was looking right at me.

Her eyes widened. I froze like a statue, suddenly ashamed of myself for watching her. She couldn’t miss the fact that my hand was squeezing my cock. Her shock quickly melted into a smile. The blonde was nibbling her neck and couldn’t see Anne’s mouth silently forming the words, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I mouthed back at her. Anne crooked a finger at me, beckoning me closer. I shook my head and she motioned more emphatically.

“What is it?” the blonde asked, lifting her head.

“Charlotte, do you remember what we talked about earlier?” Anne asked. “About Sam?”

“Your husband? Oh! Yes, I remember,” Charlotte laughed. “About the fact he was what got us together in the first place, right?”

“Yes,” Anne said. “You confessed that you thought he was hot, that you wanted him to fuck you, and then…well, this happened.”

Charlotte lifted herself a little higher. “What are you getting at, Anne?” she asked. “Do you think he’d go for it? Would you be okay with it?”

“Absolutely,” Anne said, pulling Charlotte back down on top of her, squashing their ample breasts together. They kissed tenderly. Anne said, “What if he was here right now? Would it be okay if he just came up and, I don’t know, put his cock right up your ass?”

To my surprise, Charlotte moaned. “God, yes!” she said. “I’d fucking love that. I told you, I wanted him to be my first.”

“Just like he was mine,” Anne agreed. “I think it would be wonderful. I can picture him right now, taking off all of his clothes, creeping up behind you while you fuck me, getting in behind you, his strong hands on your hips…”

Charlotte moaned and shivered. “My God, you’re good,” she said.

Anne laughed. “Imagine it, Charlotte,” she said. “Sam’s thick, hard cock probing you, entering your asshole, filling you up. Think of him on top of you, on top of both of us, you fucking me while he fucks you so deeply, filling you with cock and then his hot creamy sperm.”

Charlotte moaned again. “Please,” she grunted, thrusting against Anne harder. “Please, more.”

Anne looked at me. “Yes, more,” she said. “Imagine it happening right now. Now!”

That was it. I was over the edge. Off came my shirt. Down and off went my pants. I awkwardly used my toes to remove my socks and then shucked off my briefs on my way to the sofa. My hard cock bobbed in front of me, pointing the way. There were times when I’d wished I was more endowed. Every man wishes that at one point or another. My simple five inches had always been enough for my wife, though, and I hoped it would be enough for Charlotte.

She jumped, startled, when I touched her soft ass. She twisted around to look at me over her shoulder. “Sam!” she gasped. Then she noticed I was naked. She whirled to look at Anne.

“He came in a few minutes ago and he’s been watching,” Anne said. “This is what you want, right? If you don’t…”

“No!” Charlotte said sharply. “I mean, yes! Yes, this Fındıkzade travesti is what I want.” She twisted to look back at me. She looked at my cock. A moan slid out of her throat. Anne tugged on her, turning her, pulling her down on top of her again.

“Fuck her, Sam,” Anne said. “Fuck her tight asshole.”

Anal sex was something Anne and I had tried a few times. I loved it, but Anne didn’t get anything out of it other than feeling uncomfortable, so I stopped asking for it. Now, getting behind Charlotte, my cock was literally drooling. Anne spread her legs wider, one leg hanging off the sofa. Charlotte spread hers as much as she could on the sofa cushions. It was ungainly, but that wasn’t going to stop me. I ran a hand up Charlotte’s back, relishing the hot softness of her skin. Anne was soft, too, but Charlotte had a layer of youthful muscle beneath the skin that Anne did not. My wife was gentle, Charlotte was an athlete.

My cock probed between the woman’s ass cheeks and it was my turn to moan. I grabbed my cock with one hand and tried spreading her cheeks with the other. Charlotte let her full weight rest on Anne as she used both hands to reach back and pull her ass cheeks apart for me, revealing an adorable pink puckered asshole.

That wasn’t all that was revealed, either. Below her asshole was her sex. For a moment, I just froze, trying to assess what it was I was seeing. Not a pussy, no. Balls. Tiny balls and below that a thin cock that disappeared into my wife’s pussy. Charlotte wasn’t exactly a woman. She was transgender. My wife was having sex with a shemale. And, technically, now I was too.

“It’s okay, Sam,” I heard Anne say to me. “Please.”

Any homophobia I had went into hiding when she said that. Charlotte was not a man, she was a woman. Her genitals didn’t matter. I pressed the head of my drooling cock against her asshole and pushed. Charlotte gasped loudly. My cock didn’t want to penetrate her, so I leaned back, spit onto my fingers, and rubbed the fingers against her asshole. I probed into her with one finger, making her groan. Out came the finger, and in went the cock. I pressed against her sphincter again and, this time, I began to ooze into her. It was amazing to watch my cock vanishing into Charlotte’s rectum. I’d never watched my cock entering Anne. I told myself I’d have to do that next time we made love.

“It’s…going in,” Charlotte said raspily to Anne. “I’ve got a cock inside me!”

“I’m so happy for you!” Anne said, hugging Charlotte. The blonde let go of her ass cheeks so she could take some of her weight off of Anne, but I didn’t stop. I eased back, pushed, eased back, pushed again, sinking incrementally into Charlotte’s ass. Finally, my graying pubic hairs were flush against Charlotte’s toned ass cheeks. She let loose with a long groan and shuddered.

“Congratulations,” Anne said to the woman. “You’re totally not a virgin anymore.”

“Oh, my God,” Charlotte moaned. She gasped when I pulled back, gasped louder when I shoved back in, and then moaned again. After that, the room was filled with the sounds of lovemaking. I thrust into Charlotte which pushed her little dick into my wife’s pussy. I pulled back, and Charlotte withdrew from Anne to push her ass back at me, wanting me inside again. We repeated that over and over, my hands grasping Charlotte’s waist, my wife’s arms around Charlotte’s torso. I listened to the squelching of Charlotte’s cock moving in and out of Anne’s wet pussy. I heard them kissing passionately. I heard the soft slurp my cock made every time it withdrew from Charlotte and plunged back in. I smelled pussy and musk, but what I did not smell was ass. My cock came out of Charlotte’s rectum as clean as it went in.

Finally, maybe five minutes later, I couldn’t take anymore. “I’m going to cum!” I announced.

“Don’t pull out!” Charlotte yelled, slamming back at me. “Don’t pull out, cum inside me!”

I think I screamed. Fulya travesti My orgasm was one of the strongest I’d ever felt. I slammed deeply into Charlotte’s ass and jetted semen deeply into her bowels. I thrust back and forth in small motions, milking the pleasure and the sperm out of me, spewing it into Charlotte’s body.

Charlotte suddenly went stiff. “Cum…cumming!” she cried out.

“Yes!” Anne said, clasping the blonde tightly. “Cum, baby. Cum in my pussy! Fill me up!”

Charlotte arched her back. I could feel the pleasure rippling through her. She thrust at Anne just as I had thrust at her, giving my wife whatever load her feminine body could produce. I found my face near Charlotte’s, so I kissed her shoulder and neck. She twisted so that our lips could meet. Briefly, the memory of the fact that she was born a boy flitted through my brain and then was quickly dismissed. It didn’t matter. She was curvy, feminine, beautiful, soft, wonderfully woman enough. The kiss was brief but filled with promise.

She then lay down on Anne, panting. My cock had slipped out of her, so I leaned back on my heels and watched my cum flowing out of Charlotte’s gaping asshole. Even as I watched, her sphincter closed up, trapping most of my load inside her. I looked lower. Charlotte’s cock was shrinking down to a tiny size. Anne’s pussy was glistening wet, but I saw no semen. Eventually, Anne got Charlotte off of her, rolling her to the side, against the back of the sofa, allowing me to crawl up and kiss her deeply.

“I love you so much, Sam,” she said, caressing my face.

“I love you too, Anne, with all my heart,” I told her.

“Aww! You two are so sweet,” Charlotte said.

Anne giggled. “You don’t know who she is, do you?” she asked.

I turned to look at Charlotte. It was the first time I’d really looked at her, and I tried to guess where I might have met her. Slightly Asian features, brown eyes, meaning the hair was probably dyed, full sensual lips, curving jawline…she was stunningly attractive. But I couldn’t place her.

“Does the name Charlie ring any bells?” Anne asked.

Suddenly, it clicked. “Charlie!” I said. “From…from next door! You moved away when you were, what? Fifteen?”

“Uh, huh,” Charlotte nodded. “We moved because I wanted to transition. Mom and Dad are very liberal, thank God. But I never forgot you.”

“Did you hear what she said, Sam?” Anne asked. “She said she dreamed of you being her first. And you were. You’ve made her dream come true.”

I think I blushed. “I’m honored, Charlotte,” I said. “I never knew. I’m sorry.”

“You couldn’t have known,” Charlotte said. “I was really good at hiding it. But I’m not hiding it anymore. I’m twenty-three and I have my own life to live. As a woman.”

“What about this?” Anne asked. “Are we going to be part of our life now?”

Charlotte groaned. “Jesus, I hope so,” she said.

“I think I’d like that, too,” I said. If anyone had asked me if that’s what I’d say in this situation before that day, I’d have laughed and told them no fucking way. Strange how imagination feels so flimsy in the face of reality. “Charlotte, can I kiss you again?” I asked.

She didn’t answer, she just leaned forward. I met her halfway and we kissed. It was tender, gentle, wet, and incredibly erotic. When we parted, Anne’s face was right there, smiling. We both turned to her at the same time and the kiss became a three-way. Tentatively, I slid my hand over Charlotte’s breasts and down to her crotch. I grasped her little cock gently. It began to swell in my hand. My own cock had never fully deflated, and now it began to swell as well.

“Hey, what do you two think about moving this to the bedroom?” I suggested.

“Yes!” Charlotte agreed. Anne just beamed at me. I got up first and then helped Anne to her feet. Charlotte sprang up and sprinted past us up the stairs, her cock bobbing in front of her. Anne laughed.

“You sure you can handle this?” Anne asked, sliding her arm around my waist.

I gazed down at my perfect wife and smiled. “As long as you’re by my side? I’m ready for anything.”

“Good,” she said. And then she led me upstairs to our new mutual lover, and we’ve never looked back.

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