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Jake´s Point of View

This was torture. My name is Jake Moss, I was an 18 year old football player and High School Senior, and I was standing in a forest in the middle of the night a few feet away from the party the football team was throwing to celebrate we had won the last game of the season. The party was epic, it was around a bonfire, there was music and alcohol everywhere, people dancing or just sitting around the fire chatting away, but where was I? I was off to the side amongst the dark trees, while Daniel Morrison, my Danny, best friend and secret crush, was in my arms, crying his eyes out.

I had dreamed of having him in my arms hundreds of times, but always in a more private place and no clothing, but instead, here I was, holding him, my heart breaking along with his.

Danny had arrived at the party with a mutual friend of ours, but once there he immediately went to see one of my teammates, Steven. They were dating in secret, since Steven was still in the closet, but apparently Steven chose that very night to end things, ’cause the next thing I knew, Danny was running off by himself into the woods, crying.

I never understood why Danny was going out with Steven in the first place. You see, Danny had been openly gay since the day I met him in High School, but he wasn’t your typical gay guy. He was average height (5ft 9in), but nothing else about him was average. He had always been athletic. He was on the cross-country team, which awarded him gorgeous muscular legs, and he was also in the swim team, so he kept them beautifully smooth. What he also got from running was his bubble butt. That thing was so big and round all I wanted to do was smack it, or eat it, I wasn´t sure. Probably both.

His torso was just as magnificent. Since he was a swimmer, and a good one at that, I got to see him in tight skimpy Speedos during his matches, and that’s how I knew he had a defined sick pack and well developed, thought not huge, pectorals, broad shoulders and well toned arms. Most importantly, he had the tiniest waist, which only accentuated his butt’s size and roundness, and looking at him walking around half naked, the bathing suit barely covering his mounds of gold and what looked to be an impressive pouch in the front, I was all of two seconds from jizzing my pants.

It wasn’t just his body, though. Danny’s face seemed to have been made from a sculpture. He had a thin face, with a delicate jaw, full pink lips that looked ready to be kissed, a straight nose that people pay to have done, and those huge beautiful blue eyes that you could get lost in. The whole look was completed by his tousled wavy light brown hair that he was constantly brushing off his brow.

Danny was truly perfection impersonated physically and the funniest, most charismatic guy you could ever meet, so I was completely baffled when I followed him into the woods and he told me Steven had broken up with him. What man on his right mind would give up the right to be Danny Morrison’s boyfriend? It made no fucking sense. Especially for the fact that he´d hidden their relationship the whole time. I personally would do anything to get him to notice me. I’d had a crush on him from the moment I laid eyes on him, and I thought he’d be interested, since I’d never had any trouble getting people to notice me, not being bad on the eyes myself, but for some reason, Danny had never seemed to be interested. At first I thought it was because I was supposedly straight, but even when I came out o him, for him, he still treated me like just a friend.

So I just stood there, four years into my crush, playing the role of comforting best friend, while all I wanted was to breathe in his scent and kiss him until I passed out.

*

Danny’s Point of View

“It´s okay,” Jake said as he rubbed my back with one hand and cradled the back of my head with the other. “It´s okay, Danny,” he said. “I´m here.”

It was strange, but him saying that did help calm me down a whole lot, and I stopped crying, but didn´t let go of him.

“He´s an idiot,” Jake said. “He doesn´t deserve bursa escort you Danny. And you don´t need someone like that. You need someone who can appreciate how wonderful you are. Someone who will never take you for granted. Someone who will tell you every day just how amazing and beautiful you are. You need someone like me.”

I pulled back from his embrace and I stood there, staring at him with wide eyes, leaning against a tree, both of us away from the party by the bonfire.

I was so shocked I couldn’t think of anything to say. What did he mean by that?

“What are you saying, Jake?” I managed to croak out.

“I like you Danny,” he whispered. “I´ve liked you for a long time, and I can´t just sit back and watch you get hurt anymore. You don’t deserve that.”

He made a pause and took both my hands in his, looking straight into my eyes.

“Danny, I promise you, if you give me a chance, I will never hurt you. I will never take you for granted, and I will never hide you from anyone. I would be proud to let everyone know that Danny Morrison is my boyfriend, and I would be a good boyfriend to you. I know I can make you happy Danny. I just need you to give me a chance.”

My mind was going a million miles a minute, trying to imagine being with Jake. Could I honestly be his boyfriend? Everyone knew he was gay now, so I could hold his hand in public. Could I kiss him? Do more? I had never thought of him that way, so I was having a hard time imagining it. Still, being with him I always felt safe, comfortable and confident. When he smiled at me with that beautiful smile of his, he made me feel strange things, good things, so, standing there, looking into his pleading eyes, I asked myself if I could be his boyfriend. The answer? Abso-fucking-lutely.

“Yes,” I said, after what seemed like a long time, but was probably just a few seconds.

“Yeah?” He asked, hope and hesitation written all over his face.

“Yes,” I repeated. “I will give you a chance. I will be your boyfriend.”

His smile was so big and his teeth so perfect and white they almost blinded me.

We stood there for a few seconds, both smiling, still holding hands, and I wondered why on earth I’d never noticed just how hot Jake was. His smile had always made me feel butterflies in my stomach, even though I wouldn’t admit it to myself, but now, I realized the effect it was having below my belt.

Jake must have seen the way I was looking at him, not one bit hiding my lust for him anymore, and his smile faded, turning into a lustful look of his own.

He bit his lip, and my dick went from half mast to full hard-on in half a second.

“Can I kiss you?” Jake asked in a sexy whisper.

I bit my lip and nodded slowly.

He leaned into me until our lips were a fraction of an inch from each other, and he breathed on my lips. His breath was hot, and it made my entire body shiver.

“I’ve been thinking about this moment for so long,” he said, and then my world exploded.

I’d thought having him touch me would be at least a little weird, since I’d always thought about him as just a friend, but when our lips met, goose bumps spread all over me, and my dick twitched. I let out an involuntary moan, it felt so good, and it seemed to excite Jake even further, ’cause he pressed me against the tree, hands tightly gripping my waist, and parted his lips.

I mimicked his actions, and when our tongues met, I could swear I saw stars. I was moaning wantonly by this point, and I wrapped my arms around his neck.

*

Jake’s Point of View

Holy. Shit.

I was kissing Danny. Danny fucking Morrison, the hottest boy in the whole fucking planet and the biggest sexual fantasy I had ever had.

It was a dream come true. I had him pinned against the tree, kissing his beautiful mouth, holding him by the waist, feeling only hard muscles and warm skin. He had his arms around my neck, and he seemed to be trying to swallow my tongue. I was happy to comply.

I could have done that all day, but I had fantasized about touching bursa escort bayan Danny for so long I needed more. He was going along with me, so I decided to take a risk and slid my hands from his waist to his back.

He kept moaning into my mouth, not seeming to have noticed my hands, so I slid them lower and rested them where his back ended and the swell of his beautiful ass started. He didn´t stop me, so I decided to go for it and put my hands open palmed on his ass. Danny moaned even loader, so I got more brave, grabbing and squeezing his voluptuous butt.

I was so high on Denny I didn’t hear the footsteps coming towards us, and I was completely taken aback when my new boyfriend pulled back from our kiss.

“Oh. My. God!” I heard from behind me and turned, still holding Denny, but with my hands on his back now.

“Rachel!” shrieked Denny. “What are you doing here?” I was very pleased that even in his shock he hadn’t pulled away from me. He still had his arms around my neck.

“I came to check up on you,” she said with a huge grin on her face. “Aaron told me you ran off a few minutes ago and you were crying, but I guess you’re better now?” She kept looking from Danny to me and back to Danny.

“Yeah,” he said, and I saw him blush a little bit. He’s so cute.

“What’s going on here?” Rachel asked. “Are you guys…?”

“Yeah,” Danny said and turned to me. He was looking up at me with those huge beautiful eyes of his. “Jake’s my boyfriend now,” he answered his best friend, but still looking at me.

“Well… do you guys need some privacy, or can I talk to you about what happened?” Rachel asked Danny.

He looked back at me, asking with his eyes. “Go,” I told him. “Talk to her, and I’ll wait for you back at the party, okay?” Danny smiled and nodded. I gave him one more quick kiss and pushed him towards Rachel.

They walked further into the trees, and I waited until I couldn’t see my boyfriend’s sexy ass before I walked back to the bonfire.

*

Danny’s Point of View

I had just told my best friend Rachel about Steven, my closeted boyfriend of two months, breaking up with me, and Jake going after me and consoling me.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this!” Rachel squealed. “Are you serious?”

She had quickly dragged me off to a dark spot where no one could see us, and we were sitting on a log.

“Yeah,” I answered with a smile. “He asked, and I said yes.”

“Just like that?” she asked.

“Pretty much, yeah.” She just looked at me with wide eyes. “What?” I challenged.

“Danny, are you sure about this?” she asked concernedly. “I mean, you’d never even told me you liked him before, and now all of a sudden you guys are dating?”

“Are you saying I’m using him as a rebound?” I asked. She just shrugged her shoulders, but that was obviously what she meant.

“It´s not like that, Rach. Honestly.” I took a deep breath. “I think I’ve always liked him.” I made a pause. “Do you remember when we met him on the first day of school and I told you how hot I thought he was?”

Rachel and I had been friends since her parents moved into the house right next to mine when we were seven, but we’d only met Jake the first day of High School. My first impression of him? Yummy. He was every fantasy of mine come true: tall (6ft), muscular with broad shoulders and thick legs with sculpted calves, beautiful square jaw and high cheek bones, deep green eyes, with hair dark as coal, and a slight stubble that made him all the hotter.

By then I was already openly gay, and Jake was not, so I was surprised when he wanted to be my friend. I know I’m not a bad looking guy, I’m friendly, athletic and outspoken, so I shouldn’t be surprised that this guy wanted to be friends with me, but I thought since he was straight my being gay would bother him. Jake said he didn’t care, and we became good friends, but ever since our first meeting, in which I was probably drooling over his hotness, I managed to contain myself, and I never thought about him that way again. Not even when he did come out a escort bursa year later.

Everyone in school thought since we were such good friends and both openly gay now that we’d start dating, even Rachel, but Jake never made a move, so nothing ever happened, until tonight.

“Yeah, I remember,” Rachel said, bringing me back to our conversation. “But you never did anything about it.”

“I thought he was straight,” I defended myself.

“Yeah, but then he came out, and you still didn’t do anything.”

“Well, yeah… but by then we were good friends, and I didn’t get a vibe from him that he was interested.”

“Danny, I swear you are so stupid sometimes!” she said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t you think it’s a little weird that he came out to you of all people? Him and I are just as good friends, and he never said anything, not to me, his other friends, his parents… no one. He came out to you. He was probably trying to get a reaction from you.”

“Maybe, but later that same week he told everyone else.”

“Well, yeah, but he would have done that at some point anyway. Besides, you must be blind if you don´t notice the way he looks at you.”

“What do you mean?”

“He´s in love with you, Danny! Everyone knows that, except for you. Why do you think he doesn’t have a boyfriend? He came out over a year ago, and guys come on to him all the time, but he doesn’t care, he only wants you.”

I was shocked, and Rachel’s words kept running in circles in my head. He’s in love with you.

“The most important thing here is, do you want him?” I was too shocked to answer. “‘Cause he’s my friend too,” Rachel went on, “and I can’t just let you use him like that. It’d destroy him, Danny.”

“I’m not using him,” I assured her, finally settling how I felt about Jake’s feelings towards me: perfectly fine with it. “I really do like him. When he kissed me…” I closed my eyes. “It was amazing, Rach. I don’t know about the love part, but I know I really, really do like him.”

“Then I’m really happy for you guys,” she said.

We hugged and went back to the fire.

When Jake saw us coming towards him, he excused himself from his friends and came over to me.

“Hey,” he said, his eyes and smile bright and sexy. “Are you ready to go home?” He took my hand.

“Yeah,” I said, blushing. I’d come with Rachel, but apparently I’d be leaving with him. I turned towards her, but she just smiled and nodded.

“Goodnight,” Jake said to her and started walking away. I waved to her and followed.

Once we got to his car, I was about to open the door, but Jake stopped me.

“Let me,” he said and opened the door for me. I blushed, a little put off that he was treating me like a girl, but surprisingly, it didn´t bother me.

He closed the door and went over to his side of the car. He got in, and instead of putting both his hands on the wheel, he used his right hand to hold mine, and drove all the way to my house with his left.

We were silent the whole way, but it wasn’t uncomfortable, since we were listening to the radio, and Jake kept looking back at me every now and then and smiled.

Once we got to my house, he parked and cut the engine, but before getting out he squeezed my hand and told me to stay there.

He walked to my side and opened the door for me. I blushed again, but he just smiled, and we walked hand in hand up the driveway to my front door.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” he asked as I was digging for my key in my pocket.

“Yeah,” I said as I was unlocking the door. I opened it, and when I turned back to see him, Jake was smiling his sexy smile and just standing there, looking at me. “You look happy.”

“I am,” he said, and got really, really close to me. “I finally got you Danny. You’re all I’ve wanted for three years.”

Before I could say anything, he had his hand on the back of my head, and we were making out against the frame of my open front door.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” Jake said, breathing ragged. He kissed me one more time and pulled back. “Good night, Danny,” he said and walked back to his car.

Once he got in, he started the engine, blew me a kiss, and drove off.

He’s in love with you. Rachel’s words still haunted me. “Yeah,” I whispered to myself, “I can get there.”

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This is my entry for the summer writing contest. Please remember to vote at the end and I hope you enjoy the story!

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Being awoken by his alarm clock was usually bad enough, when his mother got in on the act it was often decidedly worse, and on this particular morning, David Cross enjoyed the distinct displeasure of both things happening. The first, because even though he had graduated the night prior, he had forgotten to switch the alarm off and it did its duty by trying to wake him for a non-existent school day. The latter, because he had left his cell phone sitting on the kitchen counter after staggering in from a graduation party at four a.m.

“David! This silly thing has rung at least four times in the last hour. Why don’t you try answering it!” snapped his annoyed mother after she burst into his room unannounced.

“Jesus, Mom! What time is it?” he grumbled from beneath the covers.

“11:00 A.M., and high time you got up,” she replied, tossing the phone onto his bed and going over to raise his blinds.

“Holy crap!” moaned David, who caught a burst of sunlight even through the sheet covering his eyes.

“David! Language!”

“Sorry…”

His mother moved off muttering to herself what sounded like a list of grocery items.

David stayed in his bed and slowly lowered the covers. He drew in a breath as his eyes adjusted to the light feeling the urge to continue sleeping drain away. The phone on the bed seemed heavier than usual as he lifted it in one hand just in time for it to ring loudly, nearly startling him into dropping it. The name flashing on the display said “Christopher Michaels,” and David answered the call with a sigh.

“Good news travels fast,” said David in a voice still tinged with exhaustion.

“So it’s true,” came the voice from the other side of the call.

The voice belonged to one of his best friends, and the only one not to attend the party the previous night.

“How are you taking it?”

“How am I taking my girlfriend of almost three years dumping me on graduation night for the guy I hate the most on the planet? Gosh, I don’t know, Chris, how do you think?”

“I know, that was seriously cold. She could have at least waited until after the party.”

David’s heart already seeming like a lead weight in his chest gained a few more ounces sinking toward his feet.

“Yeah, I had to stand there and pretend like it wasn’t bothering me while she and Alex hung all over each other.”

His mind drifted back to the festivities he had attended after graduation. Everything had started wonderfully. The party had been thrown at his friend Stacie’s house. Her parents had a gigantic, multi-story dwelling just outside the city and after the usual dull high school graduation ceremony at Randolph High, seemingly everyone he knew had gathered there to celebrate. It should have been the pinnacle of his young life, but within a short time of his arrival, the whole thing had gone down the tubes in a big way.

He had been standing in Stacie’s large backyard talking to her about her plans for the summer when his girlfriend, Heather Andrews arrived. She was looking beautiful as always, her curly blond hair falling around a small, round face highlighted by a cute upturned nose, and brilliant blue eyes. They had been dating ever since hooking up for the first time the summer before their sophomore year.

“Excuse me, Stacie,” he had said, politely stepping away from her and going over to join Heather on the back porch. Stacie’s parents had set up several tables covered with snacks, and Heather stood by the bean dip looking at him nervously as he approached.

“Hey, Gorgeous. Where have you been all my life?”

This ridiculous come on would ordinarily have rated at least a small giggle from his usually gregarious girlfriend, but tonight she only frowned.

“David…I wanted to talk to you before the party, but you left the graduation so fast.”

“Sorry about that. Kevin needed a ride and wanted to stop by his parents so he could change before we came over here,” he explained while moving closer, trying to get his arms around his girlfriend’s waist even as she slipped back a step avoiding his move.

“Is there something wrong?” he asked, not understanding her sudden skittishness around him.

“David, I wanted to tell you this in private before the party. You know…I care a lot about you…”

“You love me. That’s what you’ve always said,” cut in David.

“I do love you, but…”

“But?” said David raising an eyebrow while a feeling of dread started to spread through his body.

“I…We…didn’t mean for it to happen, but we got put on this project for Economics, and we started to spend so much time together…one thing led to another…”

“Wait! Who are we talking about? Did you meet someone else? What’s going on here?”

“David…I”

Before Heather could explain further, a third person joined them on the porch. bursa escort He was taller than David by a couple of inches, which was saying something because David himself was six-foot-one. The other boy had tight, curly black hair with a dark complexion consistent with his Italian heritage, and an arrogant smile that David had considered knocking off his face more than once.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“This is a private conversation, Alex,” snapped David before Heather could answer.

Alex Romero had been a teammate of Davids on the Randolph High School swim team, but the two had never become friends. They had been rivals for years competing for team captain, and for medals at events around the state. David had gotten the upper hand more often than not much to Alex’s displeasure. It didn’t help matters that Alex came from a wealthy family and wasn’t above flaunting his privilege. For his eighteenth birthday, his parents had bought him a Porsche. It was used, but still, it annoyed David that he had been forced to work to afford his clunker of a car while Alex had his handed to him on a platter.

“Alex,would you give us a minute,” said Heather in a placating tone.

“Sure, I’ll be over here,” he said with a grin.

David’s eyes grew wider as the other boy moved off.

“No…Please, for the love of God, Heather, tell me it’s not Alex!”

“I’m sorry, David, like I said it just happened. You know you’ve been so busy lately with your job and clubs and stuff. We’ve hardly seen each other for the past four months.”

“So this is all my fault? I told you I wasn’t going to work this summer so we could spend more time together, but I needed to save money before then…Jesus, Heather! How come you didn’t come to me before this and tell me you weren’t happy?”

“I tried, but you always brushed me off with some excuse about how you would make more time for us, but then you never did.”

“So you jump into Alex’s arms? We’ve been together for almost three years!”

“I know…I’m sorry, David…I don’t know what to say. The heart wants what it wants…”

“Are you fucking kidding me! I can’t believe you’re falling back on the most cliché line in the book!”

Alex was suddenly back at Heather’s side, glaring at David.

“You need to stay cool, Cross. I don’t want to see you yelling at Heather,” he said menacingly.

“Oh! This is so classic. You can’t beat me in the pool, so you snake my girlfriend behind my back,” shouted David.

The two boys glowered at each other while Heather looked around uncomfortably not sure how to diffuse the situation she had sparked.

“If you had been treating her right, she would still be your girlfriend,” growled Alex.

“Fuck you, Romero.”

“I may not have beaten you in the pool, but I’m about to beat your ass on this porch!” said Alex tightly.

“Guys…Can’t we discuss this inside…” said Heather quietly with fear in her eyes.

It looked as if the two young men were going to come to blows, but the crisis was averted when Stacie’s father appeared on the porch alerted by some of the other kids that trouble was brewing.

“Everything o.k. out here?” asked the older man looking down at the two boys. Stacie’s dad was a former Marine and very intimidating. David looked away, barely concealing his anger.

“Fine…just fine…” he grumbled.

“Heather and I were just going inside to try some of that delicious-looking cake your wife made,” answered Alex slipping his arm around Heather’s waist and guiding her toward the back door. All David could do was watch them go feeling helpless his fun graduation night sinking like the Titanic.

“It’s a good thing Stacie’s dad showed up. I can only imagine the carnage that was about to ensue,” came Chris’s voice jerking David back to the present.

“Yeah, I was so ready to knock that moron on his ass.”

“Well…Look at it this way you guys were probably going to break up by the end of the summer anyway. Heather is going out of state to college, and you’re still planning on attending city college, right?”

“We could have made a long-distance thing work,” offered David.

“Said every jilted college freshman ever…” replied Chris.

“Thanks for trying to make me feel better. I hope you don’t plan to become a therapist because you suck at it.”

“I hear you, Man. I know you’re hurting right now, but think about how much fun it could be to be a free agent this summer. We could hit Wave World and check out the babes!”

David grimaced at the name. Wave World was about the only attraction worth attending in their small town, a local run water park that featured numerous slides and a lazy river as well as the wave pool that gave the park its name. David had worked there two previous summers. It was also the place he and Heather had hooked up for the first time, so it now held a bittersweet spot in his heart.

“You do know Wave World is where Heather and I met, right?”

“I was there, of course I know that, but it’s bursa escort bayan also the best place to meet someone new.”

“I don’t know, Chris. Let’s see how the summer goes, and we’ll fall off that bridge when we get there.”

“Don’t let this thing with Heather taint things for you, David,” cautioned his friend.

“I hear ya.”

“I have to go. Chin up, Buddy!”

“Right…” said David cutting the connection.

He sighed tossing the phone aside, staring up at the ceiling.

“What a shitty way to start the summer,” he grumbled under his breath.

He got out of bed a short time later conscious of the fact that if he didn’t, his mom was going to come looking for him again. A quick shower chased out some of the cobwebs, and he managed to force a smile onto his face as he joined his family for lunch.

David’s mom and dad were already at the table. His father, William Cross, Bill to his friends, was an accountant who worked at the High Rock nuclear plant outside of town. A tall man with thinning hair and a face that always seemed to be on the verge of a frown, David’s dad watched his son pull up a chair while stirring the steaming bowl of stew in front of him.

“Got in kind of late last night,” noted Bill Cross as his son settled himself.

“It was graduation night,” replied David as if that summed up everything.

“Yeah…How was the party at Stacie’s?”

“Fine,” said David shoveling a large bite of stew into his mouth to preclude any follow-up questions about it.

“I thought you looked so handsome in your cap and gown last night. I can’t wait to post the pictures,” said David’s mom, Joyce, as she joined them at the table.

David winced at the thought. He had felt he looked particularly dorky in the outfit himself.

“Are you off today?” asked David not used to his dad home on a Friday.

“Doctors appointment this morning, but I’ll probably take the rest of the day off and get the oil changed in the car. It’s too far to drive into work this late.”

David nodded, knowing that the plant lay forty miles outside of town for safety reasons. It made for a long commute for his Dad, who usually left for work at the crack of dawn.

“Who was calling you all morning?” asked his mom.

“Chris…He didn’t make the party last night, but wanted to hang out this weekend.”

“Best get some fun in this weekend before work starts up for you on Monday,” said his dad as he lifted a glass of water to his lips.

“Right…I thought next week I might hit Wave Wor…Wait…What did you say? What work?”

“I have good news for you, Son. I got you a summer job working as a paid intern in the Office Services department at the plant.”

David slowly lowered his spoon, “You did what? This is my last summer to hang out with my friends! How am I going to do that if I’m working forty miles out in the middle of nowhere?”

“It’s time to grow up, David. You’re eighteen and graduated from school. It’s high time you got a taste of working a real job not lounging in a chair watching girls in bikini’s stroll by,” said Bill Cross referring to David’s usual summer employment as a lifeguard at Wave World.

“Dad! Come on! This isn’t fair. You could have at least asked me what I wanted to do!”

“Like you would have said, ‘Yes,’ to working ten hours shifts from six a.m. to five p.m. all week for the summer? Not to mention you need to be up by 4:30 to get out of here in time to make the drive.”

“Jesus…Way to shit on my summer, Dad.”

“I’m going to let that pass because I can see you’ve got a bee in your bonnet about something, but you be careful how you talk to me,” said his dad with a hint of menace in his tone.

“I can’t believe this…” grumbled David as he pushed back from the table.

“Don’t you want to finish your stew?” asked his mom.

“I lost my appetite…”

David left the room with his head down.

“Maybe we should have told him sooner so he could get used to the idea?” said Joyce.

“He needs to see what it’s like to work a real job. Maybe it will help motivate him to do well in school, so he doesn’t have to work at a job that he doesn’t like so much. Heck, when I was his age, my dad had me running a rice picker in his fields now that’s a shitty summer job!”

“I know, Bill, but this is his last summer maybe we should have let him have it.”

“We talked this over already, Joyce, that boy is going to work at the plant, and that’s all I want to hear about it.”

David slumped on the end of his bed looking at the floor. First, Heather, and now this news that he was going to be spending the lions share of his summer with a thousand sweaty guys.

This was not how he had envisioned his last summer before college.

“I think the Universe is trying to tell me something…like it hates me.”

THE NUCLEAR BOMB –

If David had thought his mom could be insensitive in how she woke him up in the morning, he quickly discovered she had nothing on his dad. His primary escort bursa method for rousing someone turned out to be switching on the lights and ripping all the covers off the bed.

“Rise and shine, Lazy Bones! The early bird gets the worm!” said Bill Cross in a voice that had far too much enthusiasm in it for 4:30 in the morning.

“Christ! Dad! It’s still dark outside…No one should be getting up when it’s dark,” groused David.

“I’ve been getting up in the dark most of my adult life. Don’t be such a whiner. You got thirty-minutes to shower and dress then we hit the road.”

His dad vanished back out the door, leaving David to stare bleary-eyed up at the ceiling.

“Just shoot me now…” he mumbled, forcing himself to a sitting position.

He just managed to pull himself into shower groaning as the hot water splashed across his face. He moved quickly to clean up, rubbing soap through his dark brown hair and promptly moving on to his slender, athletic young body made lean and hard from years of high school sports. Like his dad, David had sprouted hair early, and though he had the face of a teenager barely on the verge of manhood, his chest was already covered with curly black hair as was his abdomen leading down to the thick forest of pubic hair forming a nest around his penis. Heather had certainly been very complimentary about his male equipment, not that he would hear those words from her any longer.

“I bet Alex has a tiny prick,” thought David maliciously as he soaped up his own.

His swim coach had wanted him to remove his body hair at one point, but his dad had thought that ridiculous and refused to let him. David hadn’t cared one way or the other, he never had any illusions about becoming an Olympic class swimmer and just enjoyed hanging out with his friends and competing.

“Get a move on, Son!” came his dad’s voice through the door.

“O.K.!” he shouted back.

The only bright side to his morning turned out to be his mother kindly making his lunch for him and handing him a freshly baked banana nut muffin to eat on the road.

David’s dad wasn’t much of a talker, and they rode in silence except for the background noise of the local country music station coming out of the car radio. The long drive took them out past the city limits, and they soon left the comforting rows of suburban houses behind trading the view for one of scrub brush and cactus.

The High Rock nuclear plant had been built ten years before and provided power for cities all over the state. It sat at the end of a long dirt road surrounded by tall barbed-wire fences on a desolate plot of land at the edge of some low slung mountains. The three central units that housed the reactors towered over the rest of the facility that seemed to comprise a few permanent two-story office structures and a lot of trailers being used as office space.

“I’m going to drop you at the Personnel Office. Just tell them who you are they should have received your hiring packet, and they’ll process you through and get you where you need to go. I’ll come to find you at the end of the day when it’s time to go home.”

David had been busy staring out the car window at the mix of dirty looking workers in blue hard hats walking by with an occasional more well-dressed person in a white hard hat mixed in. He noted that his dad had a white hard hat sitting on the back seat with his name, “William Cross” stenciled across the back.

“I’m not going to get radiation sickness or something right?” said David, only half-jokingly.

“This plant has an excellent safety record, so I wouldn’t worry about it. Do as you’re told and follow your supervisor’s instructions and you’ll be fine.”

The car slowed in front of a trailer with a sign marking it as, “Personnel Trailer 1” posted on the door.

“This is it. Good luck, Son, and try not to embarrass me.”

“Dad…When have I ever given you anything to worry about?” replied David with a sly smile.

“O.K. Smart-ass. See you later.”

His dad drove away, leaving David in a cloud of dust. It was scorching hot outside, and he bound up the steps to get out of the desert heat. The air-conditioning was a welcome relief, but he had to stop to let his eyes adjust to the dimmer interior.

“You lost, Kid?”

David turned to find himself looking up at an enormous man in beige coveralls holding a blue hard hat in one hand and glaring at him.

“Um…No, Sir…I’m starting today…Uh…”

“You’re going to work here?” asked the hulking man whose face reminded David of a stone gargoyle he saw once carved into a building.

“Yeah…I was,” began David, but the big man cut him off again.

“White hat or blue?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, Kid. White hat or blue? You look too skinny for real work, so I’m guessing white.”

“Leave him alone, Lyle. Why don’t you find something to weld, like your mouth,” came a new voice from deeper in the trailer. A second later, the owner, a slender middle-aged woman with short graying hair came walking in from out of a corner office.

Lyle grunted like an angry bear but managed a half-smile that considerably softened his face.

“Fine…Get the kid his white hat while I go do the real work that needs doing.”

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Finally, it was the day of the test. When I woke up I had a message from Hunter wanting to have one final load of cum before the test. Having unloaded two loads into Demarcus and Callum the night before, I had to say no despite my better judgement.

Instead, we met up and went over the test one last time. I tried to get my dick to cooperate but it was cummed out and there was no way I could give him cum in the half-hour before he had to leave for the exam hall.

It was late in the evening when I got a drunken phone call from Hunter. Struggling to hear him over the noise in the background, I just about understood that all three of them had passed. He was celebrating at the university nightclub, in the footballer’s corner and he wanted me to join him.

While I was happy they had passed, I did wonder why Hunter wanted to meet up. He didn’t need my cum anymore, not that he needed it in the first place, but now, if he wanted me to fuck him he had no excuse save for the fact that he loved it.

Even if I had been popular, I would have rarely gone into the nightclub, it just wasn’t for me. Loud EDM music, expensive drinks and then having to queue to get in, to get a drink and even to go for a piss wasn’t my idea of fun. So apart from testing it out when I had first started college, this was only the second time I had been.

Getting inside, I made my way down the sticky stairs and found myself on the main dancefloor. In the corner sat most of the football team with their girlfriends and cheerleaders. I could see the giant figures of Rocky and Hunter talking to each other. Trying to avoid bumping into anyone, I made my way across to them.

“Hey, nerd!” Rocky boomed and grabbed me in a headlock to ruffle my hair.

I noticed that the two of them were wearing identical outfits. Buttoned down shirts with chinos that hugged their bulging legs and the now popular, no sock and boater shoe combination.

I didn’t know what to say but I could see Rocky’s eye up Hunter’s ass when he bear-hugged me.

“He wanted to celebrate passing his test and buy you a drink, so you sit here and look after our jackets while we go get you one,” Rocky said.

He shoved me into a large circular booth where a table took up much of the room, much like diner seating. Edging around the table, I sat on the cushioned bench surrounded by jackets, coats and hoodies.

Ignored by everyone else, I waited for the two muscular men to come back. They took so long that by the time they returned, more clothing had been dumped on me so that I was barely visible. Obviously, bursa escort the popular people thought I was some sort of cloakroom attendant.

“Fucking hell nerd! You collecting coats or something?!” laughed Rocky.

He dumped a glass full of liquid in front of me. Eyeing it up, I initially thought it was coke but there were no bubbles. Pulling it towards my nose, I sniffed and gagged. It definitely wasn’t coke.

“It’s a man maker!” Hunter said happily. Both he and Rocky had the same drink in their hands.

“It’s every spirit they have mixed with coke. If you down it and don’t hurl, then you’re a man!” Rocky grinned.

The two huge men looked at each other then clinked glasses before downing their drinks in one. Deciding to risk it, I took a hesitant sip and instantly choked making both guys laugh at me.

Leaning towards me, Hunter grabbed the glass and winked. Splitting half of it with Rocky, they saluted each other before finishing the drinks off. I sat there amazed that these two behemoths could drink something so vile without a second thought but then again, they had both eaten my asshole out plenty of times, I mused.

While I was reminiscing, the two players began to talk to each other about the game they had tomorrow. They were both so caught up in tactics that I wondered if they wanted me there anymore. I was about to leave when I heard Rocky say loudly, “it’s on the floor.”

Without replying, Hunter quickly scanned the area before dropping to all fours. The next thing I know, I had his hands on my pants, pulling them down.

“Fuck!” I yelped before slapping a hand over my mouth.

Luckily, the music was so loud that no one heard me except for Rocky, who just smirked. Sighing loudly, when I felt Hunter’s mouth surround my cock, I sunk back into the coats. It felt so good to be back in Hunter’s mouth. Usually, I had cum three times by this point today yet with all of the players at the test and Rocky supporting them, my balls were stuffed full.

With the coats covering my slim body, I doubt anyone could see me but I still tried to keep quiet and hidden. Yet Hunter had other ideas, it was almost as if he knew I was trying to be silent because he became even more energetic.

Alternating between sucking my cock, licking my groin and bathing my balls, he had me squirming in my seat. His tongue was everywhere, swirling around my shaft before trying to push it between my ass cheeks. This slut was incredibly well trained, I grinned to myself.

Looking up I could see the dance floor. Hundreds of students were bursa escort bayan dancing together, some were grinding, while others were twerking, there were even some passionately kissing, but I doubt anyone else in the club was getting blown.

“What the?!” I gasped in disappointment.

The warmth of Hunter’s mouth was replaced with a sudden coolness. Looking down, I saw the big defensive tackle grinning at me while he massaged freezing cold lube around my shaft.

Clumsily, he got to his feet beside me. There was no room between his thick thighs and the table but he managed to manoeuvre himself so that he was in front of me, blocking my sight and stopping anyone from seeing me.

I watched as he tugged his chinos down past his ass. The big muscular cheeks called to me and instinctively, I reached out and grabbed them.

Dropping his hand, he grabbed my shaft and aimed it at his ass. Slowly, he lowered himself until my cock was pressing against his tight, already slick, entrance.

With Rocky watching us intensely, Hunter smeared my lube coated prick around. I could feel his hole open slightly and knowing that he had invited me here to fuck him, I thrust up.

“Shit!” gasped Hunter.

Using his body weight, he forced me back down while taking more of my shaft inside him. The music was blaring in my ears yet all my senses were focused on the tight tunnel I was invading.

Unable to dictate the pace, Hunter was doing all the work. With his big hands gripping the table, he began to bounce on my cock. Each time he lifted, he clenched his muscles around my cock, only relaxing them when he dropped down.

I was in heaven and then the song stopped. A couple of his teammates came back to the table. I tried to make myself smaller but Hunter didn’t stop moving.

“You alright Hunter?” Someone asked.

“Yeah, he’s fine,” replied Rocky laughing, “he’s just drunk tons tonight celebrating not being dumb!”

“It looks like he’s in a trance! Moving around like he’s high!”

“Has he been smoking weed?!”

“He’s definitely been puffing on something,” Rocky snorted.

“Shit, how did he get it in the club?”

“Probably smuggled it up his ass! Doubt he’ll be walking straight for a while!” replied Rocky while struggling to keep a straight face.

Letting out my own chuckle, an evil thought crossed my mind and as Hunter buried my cock deep inside his ass, I made it twitch causing him to groan.

“That must be some good weed! Looks like he’s having a great time… you know where I can get some Rocky?”

“Yeah, escort bursa it’s the fucking best. It feels so good and I can’t get enough of it. Me and Hunter are going to be sharing it for a long time!” Rocky replied dreamily.

*Okay… sounds like you’re tripping balls mate!” The other person laughed.

Hearing Rocky pretty much say he was gay brought me close to the edge and then Hunter began to grind on my lap. For such a heavy man, he was surprisingly light as he moved on top of me.

Gripping, then relaxing his muscles, it felt like he was massaging my cock. It had only taken a week and I had created a lap dancing slut.

“Fuckkk… cumming!” I grunted.

Holding his muscled ass in my hands, I felt my cock flex before shooting thick jets of spunk deep into Hunter’s ass. After no sex all day, I just kept on unloading inside him and from the way Hunter growled in pleasure, he was enjoying his ass getting violated.

Finally, after the last trickle of cum exploded out, my whole body went slack and I could only whimper when Hunter lifted up freeing my spent cock from his warm tunnel.

The next twenty minutes were a post cum blur.

I vaguely remember Rocky shouting, “this is my song!” And then moments later, I was hauled away from the table and out of the club.

Twice, I heard Hunter telling people I was just drunk and he was making sure that I got home before I was bundled into a taxi and taken back to my room.

“So we’ve talked.”

I looked up from the glass of water I had been sipping. My throat still burned from the alcohol and my ears were ringing from the pounding music but all of that faded into insignificance when I saw what Hunter and Rocky were wearing.

They were both standing in the doorway dressed in nothing but jockstraps.

Their muscles glistened and as I continued to stare, I noticed that they had rubbed oil all over one another. Instantly, my cock came back to life.

“We don’t know what we are or what we like, except that we are addicted to cock.” Rocky said making his chiselled face blush.

“We have been together every night since Tuesday and you’re right. I really do feel more comfortable with someone that I can talk to after getting fucked!” Rocky grinned bashfully before looking at Hunter and kissing him.

“I love his body, gripping it, kissing it… fucking it!” Hunter said, each word broken with a kiss.

“And we have decided to thank you for bringing us together!” Rocky finished.

“I’m glad that you have found each other but I hope that you don’t leave me out of all the fun!” I said, grinning ear to ear.

“Don’t you worry! We plan on having a lot of fun with our nerd!” smirked Rocky.

“Thank fuck!” I replied before whipping out my cock, “now who wants some protein?!”

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This is a continuation of my story Herta Wolfsfriend, which should be read first. Apologies if I’ve made any errors in depicting Norse or Saami cultures. This historical romance draws from Maria Kvilhaug’s Blade Honer novels, as well as Nils Gaup’s excellent film The Pathfinder (1987). The central idea, a strong BBW Norsewoman with three adoring younger wives, was loosely inspired by a drawing by Oupelay on DeviantArt, entitled Barbarian Queen (minus the ridiculous skimpy costumes). All sexually active characters in this story are above the age of eighteen.

Chapter 1

The following autumn, when Solveig took Oavaan back to his uncle Leif’s household for the winter, she found the village all a-stir over the visit of Ingrid Björnsdaughter, an esteemed priestess of Freyja, from the great temple at Uppsala. Kings, it was said, feared her judgement. She had the power of life and death, to choose men, regardless of their wealth and station, as sacrificial offerings to the gods. She was not just a priestess, but also a völva, a witch: she could lay curses, but she could also grant boons: plentiful catches of fish, rich harvests of grain, thriving herds of cattle, the birth of healthy children, and — particularly important to the goddess she served — success in love matters. But no one really knew why she had chosen to come to Egil’s Rock, a fairly, it must be conceded, insignificant fishing and farming village of the backwater kingdom of Halogaland.

The day after Solveig’s and Oavaan’s arrival, a feast was held in honour of the visitor, hosted of course by the Jarl, Leif Gunnarsson. As the Jarl’s sister, Solveig’s place was at the high table. And so Solveig found herself seated next to Ingrid Björnsdaughter herself. The great priestess-witch turned out to be a disarmingly ordinary-looking woman, with pleasant features, heavyset, perhaps sixty years of age, who walked with a walking-stick. She was attended by a pretty, brown-haired young priestess, perhaps a few years younger than Solveig, named Ragnhild. Ingrid Björnsdaughter was asked several times, in the course of the evening, about her purpose in coming to Egil’s Rock, but each time she responded by launching into a long story that captured her listeners’ attention and entertained them so that they forgot the original question. As the feast ended, Ingrid rose and pronounced Freyja’s blessing on the village. Then she named several women, telling them that they would be with child within the year. The people of Egil’s Rock were set at ease about the priestess. She was a benevolent old woman who enjoyed her food and told amusing stories, who did the usual priestess fertility mumbo-jumbo, but was otherwise harmless. And if the mumbo-jumbo actually worked, so much the better.

Afterwards, Ingrid turned to Solveig and spoke low: “My dear, we must talk tomorrow, privately. Will you meet me by Ymir’s Stone at dawn?”

Solveig, dumbstruck, nodded.

At their meeting the following morning, Ingrid pressed Solveig for information about her household — not her brother’s household: she meant the women up in the mountains. Sensing that it would be unwise to lie or withhold information from this clever and powerful woman, Solveig told her the full story: about Herta Wolfsfriend, who ran away from home as a girl and built her own farmstead in a highland meadow; about herself, Solveig, who fell in love with Herta and became her sif; about Aili, the Saami girl rescued from slavery, who had also become Herta’s sif; about Oavaan their boy with three mothers.

“Good,” Ingrid said. “My mistress Freyja has led me aright. It is an unusual household you have, up there in the mountains, but richly blessed by the goddess I serve, I’ve no doubt. Freyja is no stranger to the pleasures of woman-love … nor are many of her priestesses. Though that three-in-a-bed business — hmm, downright racy, some might call it,” Ingrid chuckled. “Now I will tell you a story, Solveig Heartsharer, about a king’s daughter.”

“Heartsharer?”

“It is one of Freyja’s titles. I gift this name to you, gentle Solveig: it suits you, much better than ‘Gunnarsdaughter’. Well, let me get on with my story. You have heard how, some dozen years ago, in Westfold, King Thorwolf Bloodhand was assassinated by Haakon Sigurdsson, father of the present king Ranulf?”

Solveig shook her head. “We hear little news from foreign parts in this village. Up in the mountains, I hear nothing at all.”

“Well I can you this: kingship is a dirty business. Our kings, you know, were once merely men chosen by the jarls to act as lawspeaker at the All-Thing, to offer sacrifices to the gods, and to serve as military leader in times of war. The important decisions rested in the hands of the priestesses and the grandmothers, as it should be. But times changed. Wars became more frequent. Power passed into the hands of warlike men. Kings began putting on airs, speaking of their “royal blood”, of dynasties bursa yabancı escort “descended from the gods”, and similar nonsense. As though we were not all descended from the gods, even the lowliest slave among us.

“So this Haakon, not content with the murder of the king, massacred Thorwolf’s entire family as well,” Ingrid shook her head. “But a nurse escaped with the king’s youngest daughter, Thordis, and brought her to the temple at Uppsala, where she was raised to serve Freyja. She is like a daughter to me. You met her last night. She now goes by the name Ragnhild. I put her life in your hands by telling you this.”

“I will not betray her secret,” answered Solveig ardently.

“I know it, Solveig,” the priestess smiled and took her hand. “I can see that you are a good woman. Your Herta is lucky to have you as her sif. Anyway … we had hoped that Ranulf Haakonsson had forgotten about Thorwolf’s daughter. But somehow he found out where she was. Recently, there was an attempt to abduct her from Uppsala. But they grabbed the wrong girl — fortunately for Ragnhild. Not so fortunately for the other girl: they strangled her when they saw their mistake. She was a servant girl named Aslog, the gentlest of souls.” Ingrid paused. “Certainly he will try again. Ranulf wishes to force Ragnhild into marriage, to beget children upon her and so to strengthen his claim to the throne. If he cannot marry her, he will try to murder her just as he murdered Aslog, to remove the threat she poses. As I said, it is a dirty business being king. Ragnhild wants no part in dynastic struggles, and I don’t blame her. But she is no longer safe at Uppsala. So she and I prayed to our mistress, we practised sei?r, searching for a place where she may live her life in safety. In the flames, we saw a vision of a mountain meadow in this distant corner of Halogaland, sacred to our mistress’ brother Freyr, and of three women, dear to Freyja, who care for that place. So I ask this of you, Solveig Heartsharer: to take the goddess’ servant, my love-daughter Ragnhild, back with you to Herta’s Meadow, to place her under the protection of your house-bond, Herta Wolfsfriend, where she will be safe, where she will thrive, where she will be loved. And one of these days — it may be several years from now — I will come visit your household, and see how my Hildy is faring.”

“Are you suggesting that Herta take Ragnhild as her sif?”

“I am suggesting nothing, Solveig Heartsharer: you are suggesting it,” Ingrid smiled impishly. “The nature of your … ahem … sleeping arrangements is entirely for the four of you to work out.” She paused. “I can tell you this, though: Hildy prefers the embrace of a woman to that of a man. That girl broke some hearts among the priestesses at Uppsala, when she left to come here to Halogaland.”

Solveig looked at Ingrid again. “You’re walking without your stick this morning.”

“Very observant,” Ingrid laughed. “The stick is a prop, my dear. Sometimes it’s useful to let people think you are a bit more feeble than you are, just a harmless old woman. And now, I must go back and settle the hash of this Westfolder king, who thinks he can lay his hands on Freyja’s priestesses with impunity. I’ll show him harmless.”

Chapter 2

Solveig and the Uppsala party left Egil’s Rock the same day, apparently travelling in opposite directions. But Solveig doubled back far outside the village to a pre-arranged spot, where she found Ragnhild waiting for her.

Solveig had always imagined the Uppsala priests and priestesses to be grand personages, accustomed to lives of ease and luxury. It’s true that Ragnhild, on their return to Herta’s Meadow, rode a fine horse and wore a handsome wool frock and bearskin cloak. But she proved to be a simple, down-to-earth young woman. She put on no airs, she travelled without complaining, carrying few possessions with her. She was adept at making camp when they stopped to rest each night. Like her love-mother Ingrid, she was an entertaining story-teller. Moreover, she asked lots of intelligent questions about the farmstead, about Herta and Aili and Oavaan, about how she might help with the household work. Solveig thought back to her journey seven years previously, bringing Aili to Herta’s Meadow, when Aili had asked similar questions. Certainly her house-bond would like this new girl, perhaps she would come to love her. The thought of another sif in the household began to grow on Solveig.

When they finally reached Herta’s Meadow, Solveig called out in greeting, but Herta and Aili were nowhere to be seen. Then she noticed the smouldering firepit by the entrance to the sauna; and as she and Ragnhild drew nearer, they heard sounds of lovemaking within.

Solveig blushed. “It might be best if you wait outside here, dear Ragnhild, whilst I greet my house-bond and love-sister. The stream is to your left; you may water the horses there. bursa sınırsız escort I … er, may be a little while.”

“Take your time,” Ragnhild winked.

Solveig quickly disrobed and entered the sauna. In the dim light of the glowing rocks, she could see Aili sucking at Herta’s right breast, whilst gently fingering her cunt.

“Now there’s a sight for sore eyes!”

“Solveig!” both women cried out joyfully.

“Shh, don’t get up. I want to join in on this.” She snuggled up to her house-bond on the wide bench and began sucking Herta’s left breast, tasting the sweet breastmilk she’d been deprived of for half a month. Her finger joined Aili’s inside Herta’s snug, slippery channel. “Gods, I’ve missed this, Herta my love.”

“And I’ve missed you; we both have,” Herta murmured happily. “You’ve been gone too long, sif. Oavaan settled in well?”

“I’ll tell you all about it, shortly. First I want to help my love-sister make you come.”

She soon got her wish. Herta wanted to return the favour, but Solveig pulled away.

“Later, house-bond. I have brought back someone with me, a priestess of Freyja.”

Herta’s eyes grew big. “What? She’s here? Now?”

And so, as the women quickly rinsed their bodies down, towelled off, and pulled on their shifts, Solveig hurriedly explained to them about her time in Egil’s Rock, about Oavaan’s well-being, but mostly about the visit of the Uppsala priestess Ingrid Björnsdaughter, and the danger her love-daughter Ragnhild faced from the Westfolder king.

They went out at once to meet Ragnhild, finding her gathering cloudberries from the bushes beside the stream. The girl was lovely, Herta noticed, not just in her features, but in the simple, confident way she moved, in the winsome way her dark brown braids flicked about as she turned her head.

“Forgive us, Ragnhild, for our delay in greeting you,” Herta said, embracing her. Ragnhild hugged her back, warmly.

“There is nothing to forgive, Herta Wolfsfriend. You were enjoying the love of your sifs. To the goddess whom I serve, nothing is more sacred.” Ragnhild’s formal demeanour melted and a look of simple girlish glee came over her face. “Oh Herta, I am … delighted to meet you at last! And you too Aili Oavaans-mother.” She took the Saami woman in her arms. “And please call me Hildy; Ragnhild is too much of a mouthful for everyday use.”

“Solveig has explained your situation, dear Hildy, and why you have come here,” Herta continued, as they entered the house and sat down. “You are most welcome, of course. We are honoured to have a priestess of Freyja living with us, to say nothing of a king’s daughter.”

Ragnhild still gazed at Herta intently, with a sort of seductive witchy look in her eyes. “Forgive me … I have had visions of you, Herta Wolfsfriend, in the flames of sei?r. And Solveig told me much about you on the way here. I feel as though I know you already. You too Aili. But seeing you here in front of me, in the flesh … Herta: I was not prepared for how wonderful you are … Excuse me, this is awkward. And forward of me, I know. It’s just that … in sei?r I saw and felt the inner essence of you, not your outward appearance. But now … you quite take my breath away. I must say it. You are so strong and beautiful, Herta, inwardly and outwardly both.”

Herta, at a loss for words, blushed crimson.

“Oh, and I have not come empty-handed.” Ragnhild opened her saddle bag. “For your altar, I bring you these figures of Freyja and Freyr.” The women excitedly admired the exquisite ivory carvings.

Herta lowered her eyes sheepishly. “You will think poorly of us, priestess — we have no altar here for the gods, just the altars of our hearts.”

“That is the most important kind of altar, certainly. But a visible altar can help remind the heart altar. I will build such an altar, if I may, to place these figures upon, so that I can offer prayers and sacrifices for this household. And these little trinkets are for Solveig and Aili, my new love-sisters.” She gave the honey-haired woman a pair of dazzling sapphire earrings, and equally dazzling ruby earrings to the Saami woman. “Let me see them on you. Yes, those go well with your colouring, I think. I will give Oavaan his gift when he returns in the summer. This, Herta Wolfsfriend, is for you.” It was a fine gold necklace with a large emerald pendant that perfectly complemented her red hair, now touched with streaks of grey.

“Thank you, Hildy,” Herta said at last, stunned. “Your rich gifts honour us. But … we are not grand ladies here. Who will ever see us with these precious jewels?”

“I will see you. Wear them for me, please.” She paused, looking nervous.

“I have one more item to bestow. I should wait, but … my heart is impatient.” She pulled out a leather moneybag and set it on the table, with a heavy chink. Cautiously, Herta opened it.

“Why görükle escort there are more gold coins here than could be spent in a lifetime!” she gasped. “Oh Hildy, this is not necessary. You don’t have to buy a place with us, precious one. I cannot accept this.”

“It is not to buy anything … it is my dowry,” she said softly.

“But your dowry is for when you marry. For your house-bond’s household.”

“Yes.” Tears stood in Ragnhild’s eyes. “The idea is unwelcome to you, Herta Wolfsfriend? I thought … I have misjudged the situation, it seems.”

Herta gazed at her, open-mouthed. Then she stood up. “Ragnhild, I must speak privately with my sifs. No, you stay here please. We will walk outside.”

Chapter 3

Herta and her two sifs strode silently down to the lake and sat on the large flat stone.

“You said she wanted to stay with us,” Herta erupted at Solveig, “to hide from that king; you said nothing about marriage!”

“I did not know this was in her heart, house-bond. Well, Ingrid Björnsdaughter hinted at the possibility — but I thought Hildy would give it more time, to know her own heart and to let you know yours. It seems she is completely smitten with you — the way she gazes at you, they way she speaks of your beauty. She will be crushed if you refuse her.”

“Why are you so upset, house-bond?” Aili asked. “Yes, this is all very sudden and unexpected, but … this young woman is a treasure, a blessing upon our household, a gift from Freyja herself. You must see that. I don’t have time for some of your Norse gods, but Freyja is the same as our Maderakka. I don’t want to see you reject a precious gift from Maderakka. Besides, you already have two sifs, so what’s the big difficulty in adding a third? Particularly a beauty like Ragnhild.”

“Precisely, dear Aili: I already have two sifs!” Herta threw up her hands. “Yes, Hildy is a beauty and a treasure, no doubt. But my heart is already full with you two. Where will this end? Every few years another sif? Must I marry twenty sifs before I die?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, house-bond,” Aili countered. “Twenty sifs could not fit in our bed. But there’s room for three. Hmm, three would be perfect, in fact, now that Silver is gone.” She looked meaningfully at Solveig.

“Ah yes, I see,” Solveig grinned. “Aili and I will continue to sleep beside you, with our heads pillowed on your breasts, and Hildy will sleep between your legs, with her head pillowed on that lovely mound of red hair. Or perhaps Aili or I may take a turn down there, with Hildy’s permission; it sounds very cozy, now that I think about it.”

Despite herself, Herta felt her cunt moistening, as the scene played in her mind.

“Remember, house-bond,” Solveig added, “how you resisted the idea of a second sif. I had to wear you down with arguments, night after night, till you finally gave in. Are you sorry Aili is with us now?”

“Of course not. You know I’m delighted with both of you –“

“So perhaps I am right again. Perhaps you will be delighted with Hildy too.”

Aili agreed: “It’s two to one, house-bond. You are out-voted.”

“Is that how these decisions are made? Is this a village Thing?” Herta grunted in resignation.

“I’m afraid so, house-bond,” Solveig grinned. “As law-speaker for the Thing of Herta’s Meadow, I sentence you to marriage, to all three of us.”

“Why do you women never give me time to get used to the idea?” Herta humphed. “Aili, you had to be abed with me the second night after coming here; Solveig, it was the very first night for you.”

“I don’t remember you complaining at the time,” Solveig laughed. “And I wager you won’t be complaining two hours from now, when we’re abed with Ragnhild. It seems you attract women who don’t favour long courtships.”

“It’s your breasts, Herta,” Aili giggled. “I just couldn’t wait: they drove me wild. Still do.” She snuggled into Herta’s arms, laying her head on her house-bond’s ample bosom to demonstrate her point. “Mmm, so soft and full. I love them. I suppose they have the same effect on our Hildy.”

“She moves fast, that one,” Solveig added, “I’ll give you that. She thinks with her heart, not her head — perhaps that’s the goddess in her. But, really, this had to be. Can you imagine having that girl in our household long-term, without her coming to our bed sooner or later? So why not sooner?”

Chapter 4

When they returned to the house, Ragnhild held herself stiffly, eyes downcast, bracing herself for Herta’s decision — perhaps she would have to sleep in Oavaan’s bed in the loft … or worse, she would be sent back to Uppsala.

“Ragnhild, dear Hildy, let me embrace you, my sif,” Herta said softly.

Ragnhild blinked in surprise for a moment, then she sprang to her feet and threw herself into Herta’s arms.

“Truly?”

“Truly, my sweet Hildy. My sifs would not have it any other way.” Herta held the young priestess in her arms, stroking her hair. “And I am quickly warming to the idea. Very quickly.” Then she kissed the young priestess’ mouth, and Ragnhild kissed back, passionately. The other women cheered.

“You are one of us now, love-sister,” Aili squealed happily, embracing Ragnhild from behind.

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I walked inside and saw two twinks working the front desk. Neither looked physically impressive at all and neither payed any significant attention to me other than to take my fee for entry and giving me a lock and key to place my belongings with a complimentary towel to cover my manly parts whilst walking around if I did so choose. I then went to the locker number that I was assigned and started to undress. I got fully naked and wrapped the towel around my lower body, covering my penis, hips. and butt. I knew it wouldn’t take long to attract some attention as I was a 30 year old athletic, caramel skinned African American male who works out at the gym frequently. I stand about 5’10” so I’m not too intimidating, and have a friendly demeanor.

As I was walking around and scoping out the place, I noticed that they had a glory hole area for sucking penises, a weight room (who the heck goes here to work out I wondered), a shower area, multiple sex rooms, a snack area, a hot tub, and a main lounge area.

I decided to start by warming up in the hot tub. I unwrapped my towel and placed it over the railing. I was now completely naked for everyone to see. I was approached by a short but very fit and muscular Latino man in his early 40s with tattoos. He introduced himself to me and we started chatting. He told me that my body is very hot. I told him that he looked very studly himself. Mind you I was still a little nervous as up until that point I had never been sexually intimate with another man before, but this was all about to change. He slid bursa escort in closer to me, and lightly placed his hands over my penis. Immediately I began to get hard. He continued to lightly fondle me as I grew harder and harder until I had a full erection. I noticed that he was now fully hard as well. I couldn’t resist, I reached down with my right hand and gently grabbed at his dick. He asked “Do you like it?” to which I said “Fuck yeah”. He then suggested a naughty idea, which was for us to get out of the sauna, dry off, and have sex on the common area couch in the main room where most everyone could see. I agreed.

We both left the hot tub, dried each other with loving sensuality, and headed over to the couch in the main room.

There I sat my naked ass on the couch and he immediately began to suck me. It felt sooo good. At this point I was back to having a semi, but after about a minute of this sensual sucking I had a full erection again. I noticed that he did as well. I also noticed that there were a few guys standing around gawking at this point which only added to my excitement.

I pointed out to my sex partner that we now have an audience, to which he smiled and said “Let’s give them a show”. He then got off of his knees, told me to lay back as far as I could, and spread my legs. I happily obliged. I enjoyed how slutty and dirty I felt in that moment. My penis was throbbing in anticipation. He then grabbed some lube and lubed up his penis and my awaiting boy pussy. Then he leaned towards me, and slowly started to enter me, head first. It felt a bit much for the first few seconds but I then relaxed and took a deep breathe. He got deeper inside and it was feeling more comfortable. He then started to pump slowly and rhythmically. I couldn’t believe it. I was actually being fucked, dominated in front of an audience, and I LOVED IT. He began to pick up the pace and it started to feel better and better inside my asspussy.

I could feel that he was now stimulating my prostate because bursa escort bayan it somewhat felt like I needed to pee but but felt better than the standard feeling of needing to use the restroom.

I noticed that there were now about 10 guys circling around us gawking and stroking their dicks. Some of them were in very good shape, muscular, healthy looking, nice dicks. etc. This was all getting to be too much and I felt myself getting incredibly horny and beginning to mildly tremble and moan.

My sex partner noticed that I was truly enjoying myself and smiled. He then reached down with his left hand and began to stroke my right nipple. This added more fuel to my fire. I felt a physical tension build inside of my pelvis and it felt like an orgasm beginning to come on. But I refused to touch my penis.

At this moment another guy stepped forward as he could no longer resist and started caressing my left nipple. oh, it felt soo good. This guy was even hotter as he was a 6 foot tall, muscular, big dicked light skinned African American guy with light, hazel eyes. I started stroking his penis as he played with my left nipple. By the look on his face he was enjoying every second of it. I LOVED this. Hot guys were enjoying themselves either playing with me or just watching me get pleasured. I looked on to see the other 9 guys continuing to stroke their dicks. It smelled kind of musty in the room which was an even bigger turn on for me. I loved the scent of hot, sweaty ass and penis.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. This situation was way too hot. Involuntarily and without even touching myself I felt a very powerful orgasm begin. I felt a deep feeling of orgasm start in my pelvis and radiate throughout my entire body. It must have lasted for about 60 seconds before I noticed a river of cum ooze out of my penis without my penis even being touched. It felt SO good I began moaning and breathing heavily while my body started to shake in an intense pleasure that I’ve never felt before. escort bursa My penis continued to ooze more cum until it was filling up my belly button and dripping off the side of my stomach and onto the couch where I was being pleasured. Seeing and feeling this was a heavenly feeling.

I then told the Latino guy fucking me to kiss me. At this point he bent down to kiss my lips, and we embraced in a long French kiss. The other guy who was playing with my left nipple then slowly backed away and jerked himself to orgasm while other random males watching began masturbating to orgasm and letting their semen hit the floor. This was hot. I loved the sight of this and the smell of hot sticky seed everywhere. I then told my partner I wanted to 69 with he on top and me on bottom. He obliged. Within seconds he had his muscular shaved ass in my face, and I immediately stuck my tongue straight into his hot, sweaty, musky asshole and began to fuck his ass with my tongue. He also licked my ass pussy like it was a lollipop. I knew by now that he needed a release so I started stroking his cock while I licked his ass. Within about 30 seconds I felt his hot, sticky seed all over my chest and stomach. This was so amazing. I then reached down and stroked my penis and within a minute I reached a second orgasm, but this one was a more forceful orgasm where cum shot all over the place in spurts as opposed to oozing out. My seed flew onto his chest, onto my stomach and on my pelvis. At this point we were both spent and decided to go hit the showers. The guys watching thanked us for giving them a good show and we thanked them for watching and adding to our excitement.

We then showered, making flirtatious remarks to each other and helping wash each other during the process. After the shower was over we went to our respective lockers and got dressed. We met up one last time by the exit door. He asked me if I wanted to exchange numbers. I said “sure” and asked for his number and wrote it down, having no intention of ever calling (but I don’t think he sensed that at the time). He then asked for a kiss goodnight which I gladly gave him a brief French kiss and hug goodnight. At that point we both excited the bathhouse and went our separate ways.

The end.

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“Well I still think it’s a shit name!” Zoe tossed the glossy ten by eight back onto the editor’s cluttered desk.

She glanced at the press release.

“Playing The Black Box tonight. Sweet Jesus! Why has their agent booked them into that toilet?”

“I don’t know, Zoe. That’s why we employ slick young gunslingers like you. I’m just the editor. Aside from my haemorrhoids, my chief concerns are circulation and advertising.”

Zoe grinned and crossed her skinny legs; Peter could be quite funny sometimes.

“Ah, that reminds me,” the editor continued. “Could you try to be a little more encouraging when you review the local theatricals. They are readers too you know and some of them are advertisers.”

“Pity none of them are actors”

Peter was forced to smile. He looked across the desk at his Entertainment Editor, seeing past the cropped blonde hair and panda makeup that framed the delicate features of her small elfin face. Dressed in a perpetual uniform of tiny skirt, t-shirt, black fishnets and a cracked leather biker jacket, she looked like the last angel bursa escort hipster still left in paradise.

“Right, so they’re a local band who have just signed a deal. Go and see them play tonight and give me six hundred words, tops.”

“Signed to Tru Soul Records, who operate out of a shed on the trading estate.”

“Pleased to hear it, lots of advertisers on that estate. Close the door on your way out.”

*

Zoe made a point of never arriving on time for any event. True to form, as her Mini Cooper crunched over the gravel of the venue’s car park, the time on its clock suggested the band would be well into their first set.

She stood at the bar to listen. The four musicians she quickly dismissed as competent time servers. Two of them she recognised from other groups. But the girl singer was different.

Held in the spotlight, her throaty soulful voice effortlessly conveyed all the pathos of the Julie London standard, Cry Me A River.

Zoe joined in the applause when the song ended.

“Thanks so much. Before we take a break we’d like to give you bursa escort bayan a preview of our new single. It’s one of our own songs. It’s called Honesty. “

As the song began Zoe’s focus turned to the singer. In her late twenties, she had a plump, moon shaped face and shiny black hair cut in a Cleopatra bob. She wore a silky dress shot with sequins that glittered in the lights and showed off her full curvy body.

As the song reached its hook for the second time Zoe felt the singer’s eyes and words were directed at her alone:

“Don’t give me your honesty; When you haven’t got the time to try; Cos if that’s your honesty; You know I’d rather hear you lie.”

The band left the small stage and the bar area filled with thirsty audience members. Oblivious to the noise and bustle, Zoe stood lost in thought.

Minutes passed.

Then, as if reaching a decision, she placed her empty glass on the bar and with a nod to the manager passed unchallenged through the black door marked, Private.

Familiar with the backstage area she found the dressing room, knocked escort bursa and entered. The singer’s dress hung on a costume rail, whilst its owner, wearing only a thin bathrobe sat in front of the mirror applying makeup.

“Hi, I’m Zoe Sparks, from The Echo.”

“Yeah, I know who you are. I’ve read your stuff. You don’t like our name.”

She stood up causing the robe to fall open.

“Maybe you should try giving people a chance, Zoe. We all have to start somewhere, even you.”

The singer’s skin was cold and moist from the shower as Zoe’s tiny hand traced a path from her lined stomach up toward the heavy breasts. Her fingers traced slow circles around the crinkled brown areolas. Moving close the nipple felt large as a raspberry against her urgent tongue.

“Oh, shit yes,” she gasped as the woman’s strong fingers pushed past the waistband of her skirt and down into her panties.

*

“Are you going to watch the rest of the show?” They sat close on the dressing room’s worn sofa.

“Yes of course and maybe after we can…”

“Yeah, that would be great. We have tonight, as the song says.”

Zoe turned af the door. “I still think Earth Mother is a shit name for a band.”

The singer smiled. “So do our new label, they insist we change it. Do you have any suggestions?”

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“I’m sorry, but sometimes opposites don’t attract,” the words played over in Paula’s mind in endless repetition. She stared at the blank monitor, trying not to focus on the ghost from her past. Her ex-lover was draped over Paula’s memory like an everlasting overcast. She longed to feel the rays of hope, but none shone through. The sun beams that once colored her life were now smothered by the grey clouds of the recent past.

The cursor waited patiently for Paula to type new words. It cared not for the emotions behind the words; only the context, just like Lexsie. Paula pushed the bridge of her glasses up, while awaiting the next wave of sentences to crash upon her conscience. Right now her muse was like a lake that had been drained of all its water. The cursor didn’t mind; it could wait forever.

“But sometimes opposites DO attract, Lexsie. Don’t you want to find out if it’s that way with us?” Paula remembered pleading to her girlfriend. She remembered gazing into those hazel eyes, disguised masterfully by blue contacts. She remembered feeling that dyed blonde hair, a landmark in the art of Lexsie’s deception. Paula smiled to herself bitterly at how important the superficial world was to Lexsie. How come something as genuine as their love couldn’t be as important?

“Come on Paula, this isn’t helping,” the young woman encouraged herself to push those thoughts behind her and focus on the new character. She gave her head a little shake to clear her mind. The waves in her dark brown hair shimmered as it reflected the morning sun that was peering through the window.

A smile spread over Paula’s face when she saw the how sunny it was. In an instant, the steadily flashing cursor was forgotten. She quickly freed her legs from the chair and slid her feet into her suede sheepskin-cuff slippers. As she stood up, the cashmere blanket fell from her naked body. The mirror across the room caught her eye and she stopped to admire the milk-white skin of her curvy figure. The sight of her bush, which hadn’t been trimmed in several days, made her frown briefly. Messy strands of hair draped over her large breasts. Since Lexsie had left, there was just no incentive to keep up appearances.

However, she still enjoyed enveloping her naked body in her favorite vanilla cashmere queen blanket. Lexsie had given it to her on her birthday and it was easily her most cherished possession. The distinguished scent of her lost lover was still on it, although it faded more with every passing day. She wrapped it around her snugly and then moved over to the window for a better look at what the morning offered.

It was like stepping into an oil painting of a classic autumn day. More than half of the crisp leaves had fallen from the branches of the dying trees. The sidewalks were decorated with splotches of red, orange and brown. The occasional light wind swept at the leaves, rearranging their chaotic patterns. The only clouds in the pale blue sky appeared as light smudges.

“Gorgeous,” the young woman whispered to herself pleasantly. Her brown eyes glistened as the sunlight bounced off of them playfully.

Being a small town, the street in front of Paula’s house had very little traffic. This made it easy to avoid feeling too self-conscious about walking in front of windows wearing nothing but an expensive blanket. So it was perfectly natural for her to let out an “eep!” and duck down when she suddenly saw a woman walking down the sidewalk in front of her.

After waiting a moment, Paula slowly lifted her head up to see if the woman had yet moved on. Ready to drop in an instant, her eyes darted nervously to scan the street. There! The woman was definitely lingering; her head was angled high as if she was observing something in a nearby tree. The woman had her back to Paula, so she could only see her long, blonde mane that cascaded on her heavy grey coat. Intrigued, Paula shifted her head in order to follow the woman’s gaze.

“Chirp chirp!” the sound came from the direction that they were looking. Many branches concealed the birds’ location, but their whimsical melodies made their presence unmistakable.

“Have they been singing the entire morning?” Paula wondered. She silently scolded herself for being so wrapped up in her own depression that she couldn’t even notice bursa escort bayan the beautiful things right in front of her. Realizing that she was letting her guard down by becoming lost in thought, she quickly lifted her eyes again. But it was too late; the mysterious woman was gone.

* * * * * * * * * *

After a humbling breakfast of fried-turned-scrambled eggs and burnt toast, Paula decided that a shower would be just what she needed. She set her blanket by the heater so that it would be nice and warm when she was finished.

Everything in the world that made any kind of sound either had tone or rhythm, or sometimes both. Paula always found herself looking for these things. ‘The music of the world’, she called it. The water that emerged from the shower head pattered rapidly on the shower floor. As she slipped in under the cascading streams, the water kissed her neck and its pitch changed. Paula closed her eyes to envelope herself in its soothing tone.

Paula’s imagination projected Lexsie’s ghost in front of her. As long as her eyes remained closed, the memories remained vivid. She recalled with fondness how they enjoyed washing each other before lovemaking. It was a kind of unique foreplay that Paula had never shared with another woman. Paula’s hands became Lexsie’s as she ran her fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp. Her lover’s touch was always filled with a commanding allure that Paula could not resist.

She took the liquid soap and smeared it all over her chest. Suds began to form as she slowly lathered her slick breasts. Lexsie always seemed to take great pleasure in watching Paula’s eyes become unfocused as she kneaded her rosy bosoms. She teased her nipples, enjoying feeling them grow firm.

With her eyes still closed, Paula watched her lover come closer to kiss her. Intoxicated, she leaned forward to meet Lexsie’s lips. The emptiness of the air before her caused her to open her eyes in disappointment. How could a memory be so convincing? She dropped her hands and let the water wash the soap off of her body absent-mindedly.

Lost in thought, Paula rubbed the towel on her legs vigorously. She reminded herself that the purpose of the shower was to refresh her mind, not indulge in fantasies that would make her sink further into sadness. She paid no attention to her reflection as she brushed her hair, as she was to busy resolving to focus on her new character. Before she knew it, she was back in front of her computer and cuddling with her blanket.

“Ok, you little brat; why won’t you tell me who you are?” Paula questioned the blank screen in front of her. She took a sip of the freshly-made coffee and thought again of the blonde woman she had seen earlier. Plenty of people had walked passed her window at one time or another. However, to her knowledge, no one had ever stopped to admire the birds before. What kind of person would do such a thing? Perhaps someone who refused to let the frustrations of the world wear her down. Maybe the woman was financially independent and did not have the normal daily burdens like everyone else.

Paula smiled to herself, for she realized that the ambiguity of the woman had sparked her muse. The author’s curiosity was giving her plenty of ideas for her new fictional heroine. The faceless, blurry figure in her mind began to take a more distinguished shape.

Excited, Paula quickly looked up a series of names to give to her new imaginary friend. After browsing through several, she finally decided on ‘Nadia’. It had a Russian origin and meant ‘hope’. To Paula, the meanings of names were just as important as how they rolled off one’s tongue. The young author was quite disappointed when she found out that her name meant ‘small and humble’. She had always considered herself to be weak in both body and mind, but seeing it translated as such was discouraging. That’s why she needed a main character who represented something brighter and stronger. ‘Hope’ was an ideal definition for her woman’s name.

Though Paula had made a vow this morning to not look at the clock at all today, she was very aware of each minute at they slipped into the past. The rays of sunlight were gone, blocked by an endless wall of grey clouds that stretched to every horizon. The wind had an unmistakable chill that told görükle escort her that it would soon be raining. Reluctantly she forced herself to get up and close the window.

The foreshadowing of the weather had dampened Paula’s spirits and she found herself wondering where Lexsie was at that moment. She was probably in some office several stories high in some random tall building next to other tall buildings. There would no doubt be a very large window that she never bothered to look out from. Their last conversation echoed hauntingly through Paula’s head.

“Why does success have to be so boring?” Paula pouted.

“It’s not boring to me,” Lexsie countered, “Securing a future is just practical. Can’t you understand that?” She let out a frustrated sigh and shook her head, as her girlfriend avoided eye contact. “Look, I didn’t plan for it to be this way. But I have to go where my company puts me. There’s nothing I can do.”

“You mean there’s nothing you’re willing to do.” Paula responded bitterly.

“I like you Paula. I like you a lot. But we’re two different people, and right now my life is pulling me in another direction. Sometimes opposites just don’t attract.”

“But sometimes opposites DO attract, Lexsie. Don’t you want to find out if it’s that way with us?” Paula’s eyes were brimming with tears, “Don’t you want to see if we can have our happily ever after?”

“I’m sorry baby, but it’s just not possible.”

Paula’s body was filled with the urge to run away as fast as she could, to put this all behind her. But all of her willpower had been drained. Despite herself, she grabbed Lexsie and squeezed as hard as she could. Lexsie returned the embrace, holding her girlfriend’s head against her chest. Though her jacket prevented her from feeling the tears, Lexsie could feel Paula’s head shaking as she sobbed quietly.

The young author’s eyes came back into focus as the memory released her. She reached up to feel the wetness on her cheek. She lifted her glasses and dabbed her eyes with the blanket. The vanilla blanket teased her nostrils with the faint scent of her lover as she brought it up to her face.

“Damn it,” the daydreaming woman said to herself. This was just not working. She needed to escape these painful memories if she expected to create a well-written story. She decided that she needed to envision her newest character.

“Nadia,” Paula spoke into the air, “tell me about yourself.”

The writer closed her eyes and concentrated on the dark and infinite space in front of her. The woman from outside appeared, facing away from the author. Her golden hair swayed and lifted as the wind pushed it around. With a little effort, Paula made the grey coat disappear; followed by the rest of her clothes (it was easy since she didn’t know what they looked like to begin with). Her flawlessly tanned skin-tone was the first feature to stand out in Paula’s mind. There was not even a hint of a tan-line on her delectable ass.

“Very nice. Turn around please,” the author requested.

Nadia did as she was told and faced Paula. Though other parts were attractive, Paula found her dreamy blue eyes to be immediately entrancing. It was as if she had created Nadia for herself instead of her other character. It took a moment for the author to break away from her character’s gaze and run her eyes over the rest of the body. Flat stomach…large, well-rounded breasts…pouty lips…everything was just as she intended it to be.

“Bunny is going to just love you,” Paula proclaimed as she opened her eyes and turned to look at the screen. “Bunny, meet your wildest fantasy.”

With a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, Paula began to tell the tale of promiscuous women who loved nothing more than to get into each other’s pants whenever possible. Her fingers tapped enthusiastically on the keys, barely able to keep up with her thoughts. They tore each other’s clothes off and had uninhibited, passionate sex. The scene would change, Paula would give them new outfits and then the cycle would start all over again.

The young author continued to write as the wind whistled outside and the sky became gradually darker. Soon the rain was pouring down against the side of the house, rapping oppressively on the glass window. Paula shivered bursa escort bayan as she put on another pot of coffee and pecked at some leftovers. Although she wasn’t too terribly hungry, she could feel her body shaking slightly and knew better then to ignore these warning signs.

As the grim daylight succumbed to the night, Paula lit a couple of candles on the desk. Then she tightened the blanket around her and resumed typing. She had left the two women in the midst of a rather passionate session, and found that the change in mood barred her from elaborating any further. Paula frowned and searched her brain for something stimulating.

Nadia appeared in the author’s mind. Beads of sweat were dripping from her naked body, as she was clearly still recovering from her encounters with Bunny. The sexy vixen showed no signs of exhaustion, however. On the contrary, the seductive look on her face proved that she was ready for more. Yet there was something cold and formal in her eyes.

At first Paula was very apprehensive about the idea of fantasizing about one of her characters. Nadia wasn’t real, after all. But she couldn’t deny the familiar behavior her body was showing when she was attracted to someone. The temperature was rising inside and her breathing was becoming slightly more pronounced. It was also impossible to ignore the increasing wetness in her sex. The young woman closed her eyes and gave herself up to her mind.

The seductress was not modest about approaching Paula, for she immediately reached one hand out and cupped the author’s chin. Her other hand stroked Paula’s cheek softly. The back of Nadia’s fingernails scraped lightly as they slid down the surface to the brunette’s neck.

Paula opened up her blanket and revealed her pale body, shivering slightly at the exposure. Her lover knelt before her and began kissing her chest while caressing both breasts with either hand. The young writer’s hands overlapped Nadia’s as they kneaded her rosy nipples. A series of soft whimpers escaped Paula’s mouth as she allowed herself to indulge in the pleasure. She whispered words of encouragement, but Nadia appeared to need none, for she was utterly enthralled in pleasing her partner.

The imaginary seductress had made her way down to her lover’s bellybutton, and Paula’s hands followed. Together, they explored the author’s inner thighs. The sensations were delicate, but rewarding. Paula’s muscles tightened as Nadia’s mouth grazed the skin surrounding her sex. The young writer could not withstand any further teasing and began to rub her forefinger on her glistening clit. Nadia took a moment to catch her lover’s eyes in her own gaze, as if she wanted to be sure that Paula was watching her. Once she was satisfied, Nadia plunged her tongue inside her lover’s sex. The naked brunette cried out with uninhibited delight as she stuck two fingers inside of her.

Paula’s other hand sought to connect with Nadia’s, and soon their fingers were interlocked. What she was feeling was so much deeper than lust. It was difficult to comprehend how she could experience a longing for someone who wasn’t real, but she was too wrapped up in carnal bliss to analyze that at the moment.

The young writer had scooted her bottom down further and was now lying on the chair with her legs spread wide open. Nadia showed her gratitude by continuing to lap at her lover’s sex. Paula’s hips were grinding into Nadia’s face, but Nadia was pushing back with just as much hunger. The author’s fingers were pumping with increased speed and her breaths were growing quicker and shallower with each passing moment. Both women tightened their grips on each other’s hands, causing fingernails to dig into flesh. Paula arched her back and held her breath, suspended in ecstasy. Finally she collapsed, panting as though she had just run several miles.

When Paula’s mind returned from drifting in the ether, she imagined Nadia curling up on her lap and cradling her head. She knew that it wasn’t real, but when she rested her ear against Nadia’s chest, Paula swore that she could here her heartbeat. The sound was achingly familiar. It was then that the truth revealed itself to her.

Nadia was a fictional representation of Lexsie. She had the same mannerisms, the same penetrating gaze, and the same methods for pleasing her. That’s why Paula felt a longing that was so much deeper than lust. When she finally understood this, Nadia’s body faded away and the lonely author was left holding her blanket against her face.

“I miss you,” she whispered softly.

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Bex woke first the next morning. The thought of Lucy going back to her own room hadn’t been contemplated by either of them. Bex stood, naked, looking at Lucy as she laid there, long, slender legs stretched out under the thin duvet, her long dark hair spread out over her shoulders and she smiled.

Leaving Lucy sleeping, she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. She reached in and tested the water, adding a little more cold until it was just right. She stepped in, gasping slightly as the powerful jet of water struck her abdomen. Inching forward and tilting her head backward slightly, she let the spray hit her face. Then she allowed the shower to engulf her head and flow over her short brown hair.

Bex wiped her face with her hands, smoothing her hair off her face. Her hands traced a path down her neck before reaching her breasts. She cupped them in her palms and watched the water flow over them. She thought back to the last pair of hands that held her breasts. How gently and lovingly Lucy had caressed them.

Back in the bedroom, Lucy was awake and guided by the sound of the shower headed to the bathroom. Reaching the open bathroom door, she poked her head around the corner. Through the translucent shower curtain, she could clearly see her twenty six year old lover soaping her full, firm breasts. Bex seemed to be taking an age to wash her breasts, rubbing and cupping them, even, Lucy was almost certain, squeezing her nipples.

Lucy felt a growing heat and tingle; almost unconsciously her hand slid down towards her pussy and she began to rub her clit.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch like a pervert,” Bex called out, “or are you gonna get in here and join in?”

Lucy didn’t need a second invitation. She slipped quickly into the shower, where in an instant they were locked in an embrace. They kissed, tongues meeting in open mouths, as the shower cascaded over them. They pulled each other closer until their bodies were pressing closely. Bex grasped Lucy’s firm bum, pulling her nearer. Lucy returned the favour, using her long fingers to knead the older woman’s more rounded bottom.

Slowly Bex rotated, now she pushed her bottom back against Lucy’s crotch. This also allowed Lucy freedom to caress, squeeze and tease Bex’s breasts. Slowly, and teasingly Lucy’s hand moved down, sliding across Bex’s tummy towards her pussy. Now she was playing with Bex’s pussy, just as she had been playing with her own a few moments earlier. The spray of the shower gushed over them both as Lucy rubbed Bex’s clit with increasing firmness and speed. With her other hand she continued to massage each of Bex’s breasts in turn, paying special attention to her hard, nipples. “Oh, my, that feels good!” sighed Bex, “I’m going to come if you don’t stop!” “And why would I want to stop?” whispered Lucy into Bex’s ear, before rubbing and tweaking even more frantically.

Bex stiffened, her body’s response to her orgasm. Lucy held her tightly.

Wordlessly Bex, turned round and began to kiss Lucy. Starting at her mouth she kissed a path down the body of her young lover. She stopped at Lucy’s small breasts and sucked on both nipples. Then, kneeling, she continued down. When she reached the girl’s clit, Lucy leant back against the cool tiles of the shower wall, opening her legs wider apart at the same time.

Bex’s tongue probed, parting Lucy’s lips before it found her clit, sending shivers through Lucy. After a couple of licks, Lucy was so aroused that Bex could wrap her lips around the engorged clit. Incomprehensible sounds of joy came from Lucy’s mouth. For a moment Bex tasted the sweet juices she had set flowing, as she lowered her tongue to Lucy’s cunt, before turning her attention back to the clit.

This time bursa evi olan escort Lucy flinched; Bex guessed she was close. Without a care for how it looked or felt for Bex, Lucy pulled her lover’s head forward and forced her hips forward. Bex’s tongue worked furiously on the clit, which she was sucking on at the same time, causing waves of pleasure to rush through Lucy’s body as she experienced another orgasm.

They were late to breakfast. Observant on-lookers might have noticed that Lucy was wearing the same clothes as the night before, her still wet hair making a damp patch all over her back. They passed Lucy’s parents in the corridor outside the dining room.

“There you are, we wondered where you’d got to!” gushed Vicky, Lucy’s mum. “We stayed up late and overslept,” said Lucy, adding quickly “at least I overslept and I was late meeting Bex.” “Well don’t forget we’re booked on the coach trip to Pompeii this morning.” Lucy had forgotten. She felt like stamping her foot like a petulant toddler in a supermarket aisle and refusing to go; she wanted to stay with Bex. Sensing this Bex swiftly defused the crisis. “Oh that sounds great, you’ll have to tell me all about it when you get back.”

It was early afternoon when they returned after the excursion round the ruins of the roman town. In spite of her longing to be with Bex, Lucy had found the guided tour interesting, but, as soon as she could excuse her self, without looking rude, she hurried up to Bex’s room.

She knocked vigorously on the door and stood impatiently, shifting her weight from one foot to the other until the door opened. On the other side Bex peered through the peep-hole, smiled at Lucy’s frustration, toyed for a while with the idea of making her wait, then relented and let her in.

Lucy burst into a monologue about how her parents treated her like a child, how the ruins had actually been surprisingly interesting and how much she’d missed Bex. In the end Bex had to lean over and kiss her on the lips to shut her up!

They put on their bikinis and headed for the pool. The fat family with the skinny show-off son were not there today; in their place were two elderly women, American to judge by their accents. Their presence acted as a restraining influence – neither Bex nor Lucy wanted to give either of the old dears a heart attack by behaving too outrageously in front of them. However sun screen had to be applied and they both found it hard not too spend longer than was strictly necessary rubbing the lotion on. In the pool it was also hard to avoid the chance to steal sly kisses and caresses.

The two young women were lying on sun-loungers when the two elderly Americans walked past on their way back into the hotel. “Excuse me dear, can I interrupt for a moment?” asked the taller one of the two. “Elsie-May and I just wanted to say how nice it’s been watching you two; so young and carefree and so very much in love.” “It reminded us of us when we were younger,” added Elsie-May. “Ginny here was quite wild back then.” “We just wanted to wish you good luck,” said Ginny, and with that the two women strolled off.

After dinner with John and Vicky, Lucy and Bex skipped dessert to head into town. It was the norm for shops to shut in the afternoon and re-open again after dinner. As they handed in their room keys as they left the hotel the receptionist handed Bex a note.

Bex read the note. “How odd,” she said. “Someone called Claudia would like us to meet her at the Bougainvillea Gelateria at half past seven.”

Undecided what to do, curiosity got the better of them and by twenty past they had been served with the most delicious ice cream. In that way only couples in love can get away with, Lucy insisted on being given altıparmak escort a taste of Bex’s strawberry flavoured ice cream. Bex was just feeding her a spoonful when Claudia interrupted them.

“Buona sera Miss Small and Miss Dawson,” said Claudia, who they both recognised as one of the team of receptionists from the hotel. Without waiting to be invited she sat down with the couple. They made small talk for a couple of minutes, during which time Bex scrutinised Claudia carefully. She had dark hair, immaculately styled, bright brown eyes and full red lips. Her dress, blue and low cut, was both flattering and stylish. Lucy noticed that Bex didn’t say ‘my friends call me Bex’. She wondered why?

“So Claudia, what did you want to see us about?” Lucy was unable to contain her curiosity any longer. “It is a little delicate, Lucy. Let me explain.”

In her accented, but perfect English, Claudia explained that one of her duties on reception was to monitor the CCTV monitors from the cameras throughout the hotel. “There is one in each elevator you know.”

Lucy blushed deeply. Bex shifted uneasily in her chair, wondering if the glamorous receptionist about to try a bit of blackmail?

“Luckily for you I was watching last evening, when you took the lift up to Rebecca’s room.” Claudia casually took a spoonful of her own ice cream. “Why is that lucky for us, Claudia?” asked Bex with a note of caution in her voice. “Well, Rebecca, if one of my male colleagues had been watching he would have taken a copy and you’d be on the internet now. I, on the other hand, erased it.” “Thank you, Claudia,” exclaimed Lucy, nearly knocking the table over in her attempt to hug the receptionist. “How can we thank you?”

Bex braced herself. ‘Here it comes,’ she thought, ‘I wonder how much she’ll ask for?’

“Your smile is thanks enough. I know how difficult other people can make your life when you are different to the rest. I left my last job because of the prejudice of the others when they found out about me, so now I keep my personal life separate from work.” “So you’re …” Bex let the question hang there. Claudia nodded. “There is one favour you could do me.” “What’s that?” asked Bex still suspicious. “I was going to go to a nightclub in Napoli tonight, but my date has let me down. I hate to go alone; I wondered if you’d join me?” “That’ll be fantastic,” exclaimed Lucy.

Bex relaxed a little. Lucy was as excited as a puppy with a squeaky toy; there was no way she could refuse Claudia’s invitation, especially when Claudia offered to drive them there.

Like most Italian drivers, Claudia had two speeds; stop and scarily fast, the latter to the accompaniment of the tinny car horn. It took hardly any time at all before they were walking through the side streets from the place where Claudia had parked to the club.

The club’s DJ played an excruciating mix of euro-pop, but this didn’t stop Lucy from enjoying herself. Her dancing style, Bex reflected from a safe distance, was best described as ‘unself-conscious’; nearby dancers were in constant danger of her flailing limbs! Bex and Claudia chatted for a while, before Claudia began to flit around the club from friend to friend.

Bex reflected that, had she not met Lucy, the sexy Italian would have been very appealing. For a moment she mused the idea of a threesome. It wouldn’t be her first, but then Lucy waved at her from the dance floor; she couldn’t risk damaging the youngster’s growing confidence. She waved back, put her glass down and weaved through the dancers to be with Lucy. “This is so much fun!” Lucy shouted. “Yes it is.” “Dance with me!” Bex moved gracefully next to her and they began to move rhythmically, in time to the music and in tune with each other. Luckily the DJ put on some slower numbers towards the end of the night, allowing Bex and Lucy to dance together.

Bodies pressed closely together, from lips to thighs, they moved in slow steps around the dance floor. Nothing broke their spell. Lucy was lost in her thoughts; the heat of Bex’s body pressing so invitingly against hers; the smell of her perfume; the touch of her soft skin; the desire and passion that consumed her.

Claudia watched with a twinge of envy. She was dancing with a stranger, pleasant enough, but lacking the passion of Bex and Lucy.

As they drove home the two English girls sat entwined in the back of the car, restrained out of their concern for their new found friend. Claudia spoke as the arrived at the hotel. “Tomorrow afternoon, my friend, Isabella, and I are going to her villa on the coast. Would you like to join us?” “That sounds wonderful,” Lucy gasped, “can we Bex?” “Of course, it’s very kind of you to invite us Claudia.”

They said their goodbyes and, mindful of the cameras, made their way through the deserted corridors to Bex’s room, via Lucy’s where they picked up a change of clothing for her.

Once in Bex’s room the dam broke and their pent up passion overflowed. Bex took control, pinning Lucy against the door, she pulled Lucy’s dress off over her head and dragged her cotton panties down to her knees. Almost roughly she began to finger Lucy, her fingers finding Lucy’s pussy delightfully wet and receptive. Slurping sounds accompanied the pumping motion of Bex’s fingers, first one and then two as she finger-fucked the younger woman’s cunt. They kissed passionately, tongues exploring deeply.

For Lucy such an onslaught of raw passion was breathtaking; completely overwhelmed she couldn’t have held on, even if she wished. Her orgasm was swift and violent in its intensity; she clung to Bex for support like the survivor of a shipwreck.

Bex guided Lucy to the bed, where she helped her lie down. “Thank you Bex,” whispered Lucy.

Bex looked at her young lover; she was exhausted. Bex knew she would have to take care of her own needs for the moment.

Lucy watched as Bex moved the dressing table chair to the end of the bed. She hitched her skirt up and she slid her panties down. Bex sat with her legs spread wide. Her hand traced a path from her knee, along the taut thigh before reaching down between her legs, where it stayed, moving slowly up and down against her swollen pussy and caressing the inside of her thighs. Bex looked directly at Lucy as she slowly stroked herself.

Lucy was hooked! In spite of her tiredness, she willed herself to remain away. She had never seen another woman doing that to herself. It was hypnotic; Lucy’s gaze slipping from Bex’s eyes then down to her crotch then back up again. Bex closed her eyes and slipped lower in her chair. Her head went back a bit as she brought both of her hands to her crotch. Her pussy was already quite open now and clearly glistening. Lucy watched as Bex separated her lips with one hand, exposing her clit, which was standing up, free from the folds of skin that usually encased it. Bex started flicking it with the middle finger of her hand that held her lips apart, while she ran two fingers of her other up and down her slit.

Bex was very close to her climax; her fingers were now furiously pumping in and out, just as they had done moments earlier to Lucy. Her body stiffened, her back arching, and then she started to shake, her mouth wide open, but without sound. Her eyes stayed squeezed shut and Lucy watched amazed as Bex’s right hand all but disappeared inside of her!

Bex ground her left hand hard against her clit as she stayed stiff, bottom off the chair, while her orgasm swept over her.

Using her last ounces of energy she undressed and slid into bed next to Lucy. They slipped easily into an embrace, Lucy putting her arm round Bex and snuggling up next to her. The lovers drifted into sleep as another day ended.

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His massive forearms slowly tightened like a vise across my head, cutting off the supply of oxygen rich blood to my brain. I tried to break the hold to no avail, and next thing I knew, the gym slowly faded out…

I awoke I don’t know how much later, but Zach was gone. I had a pretty good headache going and a bitter taste in my mouth. And not just from losing the match. I figured it was blood, the after-effects of a pretty good forearm shiver he’d given me that caught me a little too flush across the face. I peeled myself up off the mat, grabbed my stuff and headed for the shower. I rinsed out my mouth at the sink, expecting to see pinkish water when I spat, but it was as clear as when I cupped it into my mouth. Odd.

* * * * *

Zach and I ran “92”, a flourishing wrestling academy on Chicago’s north side. The club was named in honor of the glorious year Zach and I helped bring our college an NCAA wrestling title. I hadn’t wrestled much after school, but Zach carried on a while. For a time he even ran in the professional wrestling circuit under the moniker The North Side Strangler. It earned him a little bit of dough and enough notoriety that we were able to turn “92” into a wrestling school of some renown. I ran the business mostly, leaving Zach to do the actual training.

Not that I couldn’t take down most people who came into the gym, but Zach was clearly the man. I’m just a hair under 6 feet, and he had a good four or five inches on me. Plus he had to be at least 250 pounds of absolutely solid muscle. I was clearly softer than I used to be when I was competing, but I was well below his weight class regardless. He kept his medium brown hair rather long, whereas I wore mine in a buzz cut for simplicity.

Sometimes when classes or private tutoring sessions were done for the day, he and I would wrestle each other. Mostly Greco-roman style, but of course bursa escort bayan his career as a pro wrestler left him with a knack of throwing in the odd aerial move or two. Frankly, he’d often try and catch me off guard by reverting to some of his non-traditional moves. No stranger to the WWE myself, I’d try some of the things I’d see on TV right back at him. Though spirited, mostly the matches had always been in good fun. Recently though, he seemed determined to finish me off with a submission move that would knock me out. More and more often these days, I’d find myself coming to, staring at the ceiling.

* * * * *

“Had enough, Ruben?!?” He taunted.

Again I found myself in an uncomfortable, desperate position. He had my arms locked behind my back, while his legs scissored around my neck. As frantically as I struggled to free myself, I couldn’t break free. I started to see stars.

“Good night my bitch,” he muttered. I had just enough time to think “did he just call me his bitch?” before I went out again beneath his power.

I awoke on my back sometime later, alone. I dragged myself to the showers again, stripped down and turned on the water. Just as I was about to step under the water, I looked down at my trimmed pubes and saw they were matted in a couple of places. I reached down to feel, and found the spots somewhat tacky. It was like…like what? Like dried cum, I wondered. What the fuck was that all about?!?

How the hell did I get dried cum on my pubes? I know some guys got titillated in the ring, with all the close physical contact but I’d never had that happen. I certainly hadn’t had sex or jerked off at all today, and I’d been around myself all day, you’d think I would have noticed. But that gave me pause. Because I hadn’t technically been around all day, had I? I’d been out cold for part of it. After Zach laid me out. Had he called nilüfer escort me his bitch???

Ohmigod, was this his cum on me?!?

* * * * *

I didn’t know how to confront Zach about my suspicions. For right now, that’s all they still were–suspicions. I needed some kind of proof. I thought about rigging up one of those nanny cams, but in the ended decided on a simpler strategy. I’d play possum. The next time he tried to put me out, I’d surrender to the hold earlier, only pretending to be unconscious. Then I’d see for certain if this was all in my mind of if Zach was doing what I feared he might be.

* * * * *

It still amazed me how easily he tossed me around sometime. This thought crossed my mind as he had my almost 200 pounds slung over his shoulder. Suddenly he jackknifed me around and slammed me to the mat. The wind went out of me in a whoosh, only worsened when he flattened himself down on top of me. Like lightening he’d swung around behind me, raising me up and wrapping me in a sleeper hold.

“This is it”, I thought.

I put up an act of struggling to escape, hoping I was convincing enough. After a moment, I spasmed once, then slumped back against him, my arms falling limp to my sides. He continued the hold a moment longer until he must have been convinced, then let me collapse to the mat.

I lay there for what seemed like an eternity, afraid to move. I began to think I’d been wrong about the whole thing, when I finally sensed his presence beside me again. I had to remind myself to relax and keep breathing regularly.

Then there it was, his hand cupping my cock and balls. Massaging me. Slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts and underwear and wrapping around my cock. In that moment, I didn’t know what to do. Of course I should have just jumped up and stopped this, but I had our 16 year friendship to think türbanlı escort of. I had our business to think of. I had…well…I had to admit it felt good!

My cock was growing hard under his surprisingly gentle touch. He stroked me slowly for a bit, before he moved to slide my shorts and underwear down. I was now exposed to him.

Through drooping lids, I watched as he quickly pulled off his own shorts. His cock jutted straight out from his body. It had to be a good seven or eight inches long, thick around and cut. Before I could really process it, he turned my head towards him and pushed his cock into my mouth.

He slid back and forth along my tongue. I could taste his pre-cum, and I flashed back to that earlier match where I woke with a strange taste in my mouth. It was all coming together.

I should have been mad, but instead I was completely aroused. Zach had dominated me in the ring, and was now claiming his prize. It seemed so primal.

I ached to reach down and jerk myself off while he used my mouth, but couldn’t move. I didn’t know what would happen if he knew I was on to him. I just lay there and savored the feeling of his thick, hard, hot cock in my mouth. The head was spongier than I’d expected it to be, though I’d never really spent that much time wondering about the texture of cock flesh before.

I started to wonder what it would feel like when he exploded in my mouth. Would his cum be hot against my throat? Would I choke?

But I didn’t get to find out. To my disappointment, he withdrew from my mouth and kneeled down between my legs. He began jerking himself off, pointing his cock at my own. His hand was moving at a rapid pace, his breathing ragged. He began to shoot his cum across my cock and balls, and indeed it was warm as it splashed over my skin. He tried to wipe me clean with his shirt, then stood to leave. As soon as I heard the door close, I reached straight for my straining cock and jerked myself until I came over my stomach and chest.

I lay for a moment thinking about what had happened. And how I had reacted to being taken advantage of. And what I might do next?

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“Greg!”

“Greg! Wake up!”

My mind eased into consciousness, and I stretched as I opened my eyes to see Cindy gazing down at me, a concerned expression on her face.

“Hi, Cindy,” I said, reaching up to chuck her under her cute chin.

“Greg, are you ok? Are you drugged?”

“Mmm… I don’t think so… Why?”

Cindy reached behind me, running her finger down the crack of my ass. She held it up, glistening with cum.

I smiled at her warmly. “Now I know what you mean by loosey goosey,” I said, laughing.

Seeing I was ok, she relaxed visibly. Now, she wanted the details! “I didn’t know you were bi!”

“I’m not, or at least I wasn’t! Ever heard that song by the Kinks… ‘Lola’ or that Aerosmith tune, ‘Dude Looks Like A Lady’? This hot chick wanted action, but surprised me… I guess I just… I don’t know… went with the flow.”

“It looks like you enjoyed the experience, Greg,” said Cindy, pointing to the front of my smock. A large, wet stain spread over my crotch. “Are you up for more action,” she asked earnestly?

“Sure,” I said, reaching for her.

“No! Wait,” Cindy said excitedly. “I met this girl, Amy, who goes to the same Jr. College as me. She’s really crazy for this catholic school shit. I swear, Greg, that in your nun outfit she’d do just about anything you tell her, and really get off on it. She likes being dominated and treated like a little girl.”

I wondered how Cindy had learned so much about this mysterious Amy in such a brief time, but women do like to talk. I stood up, straightened myself out a bit, grabbed my ruler from the bed, and told her to bring Amy in.

“You’re in big trouble, Amy,” whispered Cindy to her as she led her in by the arm, closing the door behind them.

This was the young woman I’d seen Cindy speaking with earlier. She was 18 or 19, slender, with soft brown hair pulled tight into pigtails on either side of her head. Like Cindy, she was dressed as a Catholic schoolgirl, with a blue pleated skirt, penny loafers, knee socks, and white cotton collared shirt.

She stood there, head down, as I walked around her while tapping my ruler against the palm of my open hand. The silence seemed louder with just the sound of the ruler tapping. Standing in front of her again, I stopped.

“Cindy, what did Amy do?”

“She wet her panties, Sister.”

“Amy, did you wet your panties?”

Without lifting her head, she whispered, “Yes, Sister.”

“Look at me when you address me!” I yelled really loudly, startling everyone, including myself. Amy, slowly, raised her head to look at me.

“Lift your skirt,” I said, matter-of-factly.

“Yes, Sister,” she said, keeping her soft brown eyes on mine as she lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing white cotton panties with a rather obvious bursa escort fresh stain on the crotch, not dissimilar to mine. Visible goose-bumps rose on her sexy, muscular legs, and I could swear that there was the slightest hint of a smile on her sexy, full lips.

“I’ve seen enough,” I said brusquely, knocking the skirt from her hands with my ruler. “You need to learn some self-control, young lady… some discipline. On your knees,” I ordered.

“Yes, Sister,” she said, dropping to her knees in front of me.

I really didn’t have any plan, as such. I thought about having her suck my dick, but that didn’t seem very creative. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head.

“Cindy, hold the hem of my frock up while Amy cleans my pussy with her tongue!” I turned around, not looking. I felt Cindy raise my dress, and waited with desperate anticipation for the touch of Amy’s tongue on my ass. At first, I thought she’d chicken out but, to my pleasure, she stuck out her tongue and ran it across the crack of my ass rather timidly. The sensation was thrilling, but I was in no mood to be teased.

“Get your tongue in there and clean me up,” I barked.

“You’d better do what she says, Amy,” Cindy encouraged.

At once, I felt Amy press her sweet face against my ass, pushing it deep into my cum-slickened crack. Her tongue squirmed wildly, licking me up and down. Pressing deeper, I felt her tongue dip into my ass, and I tried to grab it by clenching my muscles. This seemed to encourage her, and she thrust her tongue deeply, and ever faster, into my quivering, cum-filled ass. My cock, previously unmoved, was now rock hard and dripping. I could feel her avid mouth draining my ass of the last vestiges of Jessie’s cum.

“STOP!” I ordered. Amy froze. I stepped away from her, knocking my dress from Cindy’s hands. I turned and sat on the bed. Amy’s face was glazed with a mixture of Jessie’s cum and my ass juices.

“You obviously like licking my pussy, so that can’t be your punishment. We’ll have to think of something else.” Again, I had no plan yet. I was improvising. I tried to think of the most disgusting thing I could make her do. I could feel that my feet were sweaty in my boots. That might do…

“Remove my boots, little missy,” I snarled.

As Amy moved to kneel in front of me, Cindy stood to one side. I could see that she was puzzled by this strange turn of events, and had no idea where I was leading them. Amy worked quickly, undoing the laces and pulling the boots from my feet. I had worn my regular nylon dress socks from work earlier that day, so they weren’t exactly fresh.

“Remove my socks, too, Amy! Do I have to tell you everything?” I tried to sound cruel and angry. She stripped my feet bare, and sat back.

“Ok, you panty-wetting cunt, escort bayan I want you to clean my feet with your mouth. Don’t you touch me with your hands, though, or I’ll beat your ass with my ruler!”

Without hesitation, Amy leaned forward and took a few toes into her mouth. I’d never had anyone suck on my feet before, and didn’t really think of it as a turn-on but, at that first thrilling touch of her mouth, I was groaning. I could see Cindy begin to rub her pussy through her skirt.

“Cindy! What do you think you’re doing?”

“I couldn’t help it, Sister. Watching Amy makes me feel funny inside, like I’ve got an itch or something.”

I could tell that, as she continued to work on my feet, slathering her tongue over every inch of skin, and between each toe, Amy listened intently to the conversation going on above her.

“Cindy, now I have to punish you too! Lay down on the floor, on your back and remove the stain from Amy’s panties with your mouth.”

A quiet moan escaped from Amy’s busy mouth as Cindy moved beneath her and began pressing her lips to Amy’s pantied crotch. Cindy’s small, delicate fingers slipped over Amy’s hips, pulling her down gently against her eager mouth. Another moan, this time a bit longer and louder, came from Amy’s throat.

“Silence!” I screamed! “This is not for your pleasure! Cindy has her punishment, and you have yours.”

Amy was working on my other foot now, and bending lower to chew on my callused heel. She couldn’t quite reach it, so grabbed my foot with her hand to raise it to her mouth.

“Amy! Did I not tell you to use only your mouth, and not to use your hands?”

“Yes, Sister. I’m sorry, Sister. I just forgot.” Amy seemed flushed, color in her cheeks, her full lips trembling with fear or desire, as Cindy continued to push her squirming tongue against her panties.

Standing now, I towered over her small frame, still kneeling on the floor, with Cindy beneath her. I moved behind Amy now, straddling Cindy, and dropped to my knees. Cindy’s breasts pressed against the backs of my thighs as I lifted Amy’s skirt, exposing her ass wrapped in white cotton. I pulled the cotton to one side, exposing her sweet, soft ass cheeks. I spread them roughly to view her rosebud. It looked fresh, clean, and oh so fuckable. I leaned forward, slicking her ass crease with my spit. Between each lick, I said every foul thing I could think of.

“Amy, you’re a dirty little slut, allowing your white cotton panties to get wet, then liking it when Cindy tries to clean them for you. You’re such a whore, licking cum from my ass, and cleaning my stinking feet with your mouth. Your cunt is too nasty for me to touch, so I guess that leaves your ass, bitch! Your ass is mine!”

Amy trembled obviously as my mantra of filth bursa escort poured from my lips, and my tongue skipped maddeningly over her ass crease. Finally satisfied with my spit lube, I lifted my dress and pressed my thick cock against her ass. I began sawing it back and forth in her crack, each time slipping lower until, finally, it was pressed against her tight hole. With each beat of her heart, it felt like her asshole was kissing my cock head. This sensation alone was enough to make me cum, but I wanted to open her up, stretch her ass wide with my thickness, and make her scream. I began to press against her sphincter, and she gasped.

“Oh, Sister, please stop. It hurts real bad, Sister! Please don’t!”

Amy lowered her torso so she was on her hands and knees, her head shaking back and forth. Despite her protests, I could feel her pressing back against my invading cock, forcing herself open on it.

“This punishment hurts me more than it hurts you, Amy,” I said, grabbing her slight hips and pushing myself all the way in to her clenching ass. As I hit bottom, she cried out. Her ass muscles were really tight, and my cock felt like it was being skinned, but that didn’t stop me from beginning to move, slightly, in and out, helping her get used to the feeling of my invading member splitting her open. Little whimpering sounds came from her mouth, which hung open limply, as my movements became more and more aggressive. I’d come twice already… Once with Cindy, and once with Jessie. I felt like I could fuck for hours. As she began to relax more, I moved more easily inside her, really getting into the feeling of fucking her sweet ass.

Amy, with stimulation from above and below, began to pant. Her breath was ragged, sounding almost desperate. A low moan began somewhere deep inside her and, slowly, began to build into a wail. Then she was screaming, her brown hair cascading around her flailing head as she began to cum. I felt her orgasm pulse through her ass, and wave after wave of pleasure shook her body. It felt, for a moment, that she might split into a million pieces. Cindy and I continued relentlessly, forcing her into multiples, making her incoherent, driving her mad with our manipulations.

Almost by surprise, I felt a tickle in my balls and knew, instantly, I was going to cum. Without hesitation, I grabbed Amy, stood with my cock still in her ass, and lifted her off me. In one smooth motion, I flipped her around so her thighs were on my shoulders, her pussy was close to my mouth, and my cock was near hers. I forced my cock between her lips, cumming at the first touch of her nasty tongue. It felt like a rope was being pulled through my cock, and the sensation nearly made me drop to my knees. I lowered my head to her pussy and tasted her cunt for the first time, as she licked her ass juice from my spasming cock.

Finally, I tossed Amy onto the bed gently, lying next to her, both of us breathless, flushed, and damp. She leaned over, pressing her lips to mine, and gave me a deep kiss, allowing me to taste our mingled juices.

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