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Alexis was having a terrible day. She thought she would have been paid for the work she did last month at the school by now, but she had not. She also thought she would have heard something from the new job she applied for at the Real Estate company, but she had not. Her EX husband left town to visit his new girlfriend as usual and left her…the ususal, $15.00 in lieu of the $500/mo. child support ordered by the court at their divorce hearing. His excuse was his temporary unemployment. But she knew he had money saved from the house sold last year. He was able to do that because…he didn’t take care of the daily needs of their children. She did. She knew that their consumption, as well as hers, was her sole responsibility. She also knew that recently, no matter what she did to try to do to fix or help her situation, it was not good enough. She was at her wits end.

Christmas was coming soon and last year, she promised her kids that THIS year would be better. She felt badly because she realized she lied. There was no other way to explain it. She flat out lied. Not intentionally, but the end result was the same…a lie. She hated lying. It was a moral dilema that she preferred not to put herself in. She had lunch with her brother recently and told him of an instance when she lied to a friend, for her own good. He said as long as the end result is desirable, it wouldn’t matter much. She agreed. But this end result was not favorable.

She felt sorry for herself and decided she was justified in doing so. She listened to music that seemed to sympathize with her. She listened to music that helped her feel justified in her thoughts. Some thoughts which were not so good. Mainly the ones about her EX and the negative comments he had been spreading throughout her circle of friends and family. She listened to the new Beyonce song, “Irreplaceable” and that made her smile…and dance…she even laughed. She felt better after hearing that song about 15 times in a row. Who wouldn’t?

When her kids returned home from school, each of them asked if a friend could spend the night. “Greaaaat”…she thought to herself; three additional mouths to feed. But she smiled and allowed them to do so. She would make the best of it.

All the kids showed up at around 5:30. She settled them in then headed to Costco for a pizza. While she was at Costco waiting for the pizza, she looked around at the new items and decided that she would not need to be escort izmit in such a crowded store so she turned to leave. That’s when she saw him. He was standing behind her, staring at her butt, just like when she was in college.

She wasn’t supposed to know that he used to do this because, after all, he was her professor. She changed her major because of him. She went on Archaeological digs because of him. She played in the DIRT because of him. Indiana Jones paled in comparison to this man. He was absolutely fine….and still single. She always wondered why he had not married…was he gay? He did not APPEAR to be…not while they were in his office, she on his desk with her legs opened wide and his face burried in her pussy…licking her inner lips but not neglecting the outer ones, tongue fucking her tight hole and sucking her little clit. No …she didn’t think he was gay.

He must have instantly remembered the same encounter because when she looked down at her feet, almost in embarrassment, she noticed his excitement displayed in his Levis, which made her look into his eyes which always danced for her. She smiled and moved in for a hug and felt his excitement on her tummy. And although she was a bit embarrassed, he was not.

“It’s good to see you again, Lexi”, he said with a smirk.

“Good to see you again, too, Max”, Alexis said, blushing.

He always loved to make her blush. He never marveled at the fact that she could. He always said was why wouldn’t she? If a human of any race gets heated…the rush of blood will flow…just like it did to his dick moments earlier.

He asked her how she was and what was wrong. She looked puzzled and denied that anything was amiss, but he knew differently. He said he had been watching her in the store for a while when he realized that she was not her ususal self. She couldn’t help it but tears filled her eyes as she turned her head. He gently grabbed her arm and escorted her from the building, to his car where he sat her on the passengers seat. She did not realize that he had driven from the store to a quiet neighborhood not far away.

He told her, rather sternly to stop crying and tell him exactly what was wrong. In between sobs, she was able to convey her feelings about her life, her inabilities as a mother and as a woman and the fact that she was not having any luck in becoming employed in her chosen career. Max listened until she got it all out. Then he said, izmit escort “Are you done feeling sorry for yourself?”

“What?”, she responded.

“Are you done feeling sorry for yourself?!”, he asked again, rather loudly and about two inches from her face.

This angered her so in fact that she did something she had NEVER done to anyone before. She head butted him. She saw it in a movie and it didn’t even phase the giver …only the receiver. Unfortunately, this worked in reverse…she hurt herself pretty badly with that frontal lobe move to his hard head. He just stared at her, in disbelief. She held her head and doubled over in the front seat of the car. She hadn’t really noticed that he had driven around the corner to a darkened alley, until the car stopped. Then she thought to herself….”Oh shit!”

He stopped the car, went around to the other side and pulled her out. He shut the door, and locked it. They were both on the outside passengers side. For a brief moment, Alexis thought about running. But she knew he would catch her and her purse was still in his car. “Damn!” she thought to herself. He just stared at her. His beautiful green eyes were kinda red around the edges. He looked around and then stepped closer to her.

“Don’t you EVER fucking butt me in the head again…do you understand me ALEXIS?”

What happened to him calling her Lexi? Wow, things can change pretty quickly can’t they?

Alexis, being who she is…just said…”Don’t you ever FUCKING not feel sorry for me again…do you hear me?” As soon as she finished the sentence, she realized how ridiculous she sounded and tried to laugh it off and get back into the car. He didn’t buy it.

“ALEXIS, I said..”

She interrupted him, ” Yea yea, I heard what you said..can we go?”

“Oh hell no,” was Max’s response.

Then he walked towards her as he was taking off his belt.

“Excuse me!”, Alexis said.

But before she knew it, he had turned her over the hood of his car and while pressing into her back with his hand and forearm, he had commenced to tearing that ass up with his belt. All she could think was, Thank God I have my pants on and thermal underwear. It hurt, but was bearable. After about 20 smacks to her ass, he released her and she stood up. She turned to him for a hug, but he said no. He wanted her to drop her pants.

“We are in a fucking alley, Max!”

“So, you still don’t get it do izmit kendi evi olan escort you Alexis?”

She knew he was still making his point because he was still calling her Alexis. She should also still tell he was serious because the red halo around the green in his eyes was still present. So she did as she was told and dropped her pants, then the thermals, then the lace boy cut undies she had become so fond of and leaned over the hood of his car. He smacked that ass about 30 times before he grew tired. Then he turned her over, lifted her onto the hood of his car, and once again, burried his face in her pussy that had been neglected for so long since even before her divorce. She grabbed his head and pushed his face deeper, deeper into her pussy. His nose tickled her clit as his tongue darted in and out…in and out of her dripping pussy. He loved the taste of her juices and the fact that she was freshly shaven. Alexis loved drinking pineapple juice, which makes the pussy juices even sweeter. She had been drinking it almost daily since her divorce in hopes that one day, another man would share the fruits of her labor. She came almost instantly. Then for the first time since they met almost 15 years earlier, he entered her as she lay across the hood of his car. He did not enter her slowly either. He wanted in before someone came down the alley and he was making sure he did just that…he got in. Alexis winced…she was still so tight. Three children all born by C Section assured that. She reacted by sitting up slightly. But Max gently pushed her back down onto the hood of his car and began thrusting eagerly. So eagerly in fact, that she could feel the car move beneath her. He lifted her shirt and bra and moved his mouth from one tit to the other, alternating rolling each nipple between his forefinger and thumb. He held her and fucked her and when they came, he had to kiss her to muffle her screams.

Alexis cried, which was ok because that’s what she really needed, a good cry. He held her tightly and whispered in her ear that everything would be okay because she was with him now. When he allowed her to stand and pull her pants up, she fell to the front wheel of his car and sat there sobbing almost uncontrollably. He sat with her and held her. He told her, reminded her that she is better than what she has been feeling about herself, and that he believed in her and would help her in any way he could. The red halo had left his beautiful eyes and they were green again. He kissed her tears away, drove her back to Costco, ordered a new pizza for her and the kids. She thanked him.

“I’ll call you later Lexi”, he said.

At that moment, she remembered why she loved him so.

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I was very happy to be graduating from college and sharing the big graduation ceremony with my family. The day after graduation my parents helped me finish packing my personal things and had them shipped back home.

College was an adventure for me. It was my first time living away from home, and during my college years I got married and divorced. I also had multiple lovers of both sexes and continued my incestuous relationship with my brother and father. While my brother had married and moved out, my father was thrilled that I was returning home to live.

“Are you still pushing that computer of yours to the limit?” My Dad asked as we were on the plane flying towards home.

“It’s so antiquated I’m surprised I made it through college with it,” I replied.

“You’ll appreciate your graduation gift I bought you,” Dad said, and added nothing more.

I saw my new computer for the first time when I walked into my bedroom. My Dad was standing just behind me and I turned to give him a thank-you hug and said, “I love it Daddy… but I hate the thought of having to deal with transferring my stuff into it”.

“Don’t worry… Gilbert set it up for me and Gilbert is going to come by in a couple of days to make the computer transfer for you,” Dad said.

“I love it even more,” I declared and gave my father another loving hug.

Over the next few days things got back to normal for me rather quickly. I played with my new computer just to make sure it was as good as I expected it would be and my Dad and I had a couple of quick sexual sessions while Mom was out grocery shopping.

While I was anxious to have my old computer information installed into my new computer I had to wait until Gilbert was able to come. It was almost a two weeks before Gilbert came by on a Saturday morning to finish the job. Gilbert was the nerdish, slightly overweight younger brother of a guy I attended high school with. It didn’t surprise me that he was into computers and electronic stuff as he was always playing some kind of computer game when I visited his brother and saw him.

“Hey Gilbert… How’s your brother?” I asked as she came into my room and immediately started to tinker with my computers.

“He’s doing good… He always does good,” Gilbert grumbled as if he resented my question.

“Sounds like I touched on a sore subject?” I said.

“Nahhh… well maybe. My brother was always the popular guy,” He grumbled.

“I won’t mention him again… I promise,” I said.

“You two dated for a while didn’t you? Gilbert asked as he connected my two computers by Bluetooth.

“We shared some friends and hung out… but I’m not sure we actually dated,” I explained as I tried to recall exactly how serious our friendship had been.

“He didn’t even have to date a girl to get close to her,” Gilbert replied.

“We were never close… at least not close physically?” I said.

“Don’t tell me he didn’t try to get into your panties?” Gilbert said as he got the computers communicating with each other and then sat back onto the bed several feet away from me and watched the screens.

“He didn’t get into them!” I said confidently.

“If he didn’t you were the odd girl,” He said, as the screen message read “Transfer Complete”.

“Is that it?” I asked confidently.

“Don’t you want me to set up your e-mail for you?” He asked as if I was too stupid to think about it.

“Sure, that would be nice,” I said.

“What’s your e-mail address?” He asked as he was poised at the keyboard ready to type. I gave him my address and he immediately asked me for my password and gave it to him to type into the system.

“Looks like your e-mail is set up just fine,” He said and rattled the keys of the keyboard with his fingers some more and the screen returned to start-up mode.

“I think you’re all set. I won’t bore you any longer,” He said and gathered his things together and left my room without giving me so much as a look.

“Do I owe you anything?” I asked.

“Your Dad has you covered,” He said as he walked out of the house and disappeared.

I was excited to get into my computer to see if everything was transferred correctly but as soon as I sat in front of it and fired it up my Dad knocked lightly against my open door.

“Are you all set?” He asked, as I turned to acknowledge him and he walked into my room.

“I think so, but I haven’t really taken a serious look at my files,” I said as he rested his hands on my shoulders.

“I’ve missed you, and it’s been very hectic since you’ve been home,” He said as his fingers caressed my shoulders.

“Where’s Mom?” I asked, as his fingertips moved to caress my breasts through the material of my blouse and bra.

“This is her bridge club day,” he said softly, “We have plenty of time.”

As we have done many times before I moved to my knees in front of my father and helped to get his pants out of the way so I could begin to suck his cock. Our time together ended with us fucking escort izmit on my bed before Dad used a possible unexpected return from Mom to end things after he had his orgasm.

I know I will get plenty of complaints that I rushed this scene, but this story isn’t about my father and I.

Moving on… It was two days later when I came home and checked the mailbox outside as I normally did and found a priority mail envelope addressed to me. I certainly hadn’t ordered anything recently and couldn’t imagine what I would be getting in the mail. The package was thick, but thin enough to fit into a nine by twelve envelope. I gave the rest of the mail to my mom and went to my room to open the envelope.

Inside the mailing envelope was a five by seven frame with a photo print of me. The picture must have been taken three days ago in my room as I was wearing a sundress I’d purchased at school and had never worn it at home. The photo had a simplistic artistic quality about it as it showed me reflected in my full length closet door mirror as my back was turned towards the camera.

I had no memory of the photo being taken and couldn’t imagine my father could have been sneaky enough to get the picture without my being aware he’d taken it. I couldn’t imagine anyone else could have taken the photo, so I was about to call my Dad to thank him for his surprise when my smart phone announced I had mail. I opened my mail on my phone since it was the quickest and easiest way to preview my mail and I was confused to see an incoming message from myself. I wondered how this was possible and assumed it was some kind of computer anomaly. I opened the mail and it said, “Do you like your gift?”

“What gift? Who is this?” I replied, and realized after I sent the message that I’d just sent a message to myself and my phone alerted me to it as it arrived in my mail. I opened the mail and sure enough it was my own message so I closed it and was alerted to another incoming message.

“Don’t be silly… your framed picture,” It said.

“Who are you and how are you sending me messages from my own e-mail? I typed and sent. Once again as I sent the message out as a reply, it returned immediately to me, followed by another message.

“It’s magic! Do you like magic?” It said.

“Are you my father playing a practical joke on me?” I typed and again got the echo message before his reply.

“I wish,” It said, with a smiley icon included.

“I’m not going to play this game with you. You’ve obviously hacked into my system somehow,” I typed and sent and as I got the message echo and feeling frustrated I turned off the power to my phone.

After finding some calm with my telephone turned off I considered calling my father to discuss the intrusion with him, but decided he had enough things on his mind and hoped this wouldn’t become a big deal. I turned my telephone back on as I sat in front of my new computer and turned it on as well. There were several more e-mails from me, to me and as much as it twisted a knot in my stomach I opened the first one which I hadn’t viewed yet.

The first message simply said: “This is not a game”.

The next message said it posted 10 minutes later and said: “Am I getting the silent treatment?”

The next message posted 15 minutes later and said: “If you’re not going to talk to me I’ll just browse through my images of you.” The message also had two photo files attached which opened automatically in my system. The first photo was a photo of me with my side turned toward the camera. It was taken in the same angle as the framed photo which was sent, but this photo showed me topless, wearing nothing but a pair of cream colored panties. The second photo attached showed me from behind while I was completely naked.

Immediately I went to the spot I was in the photos and turned to look in the direction of where the camera must have been and amongst the clutter in the bookshelf above my computer I realized something was there which I didn’t recognize. As I moved to take a closer look my computer and telephone announced a new e-mail had arrived. I glanced at my smart phone and saw it was a message from myself so I looked at my computer and saw it was another new message from my own mail. I skipped over the few unread messages which were still in my system and opened the newest incoming message.

“You’re such a smart little detective aren’t you,” it said with an added smiley icon. “Unfortunately for you the damage is done and I wouldn’t advise blocking, turning, or removing my camera,” it said.

I sat down at the keyboard and replied, “Why the fuck wouldn’t I you fucking asshole?” And sent the message off to myself.

It was almost instantly that a new message posted: “Because you don’t want your darkest secret revealed.” It said, and once again two new images posted into the e-mail. The firt was me kneeling in front of my Father with his cock against my lips. The second was my father behind me riding me doggy style with his cock deep inside my pussy. As I izmit escort was still nervously shaking from the images I had just seen my computer announced a new mail had arrived.

I clicked it open and it read: “Don’t forget I own your e-mail contacts list and I could send an e-mail out from you to all your contacts with some photos or even a video confessing your sins.

Another message arrived as I was still reading the previous mail and when I was finished reading the mail and digesting the images I opened it. The message was brief and to the point: “I own you and don’t you forget it. Don’t fuck with the camera and don’t tell your father or it’ll be the second biggest mistake you make in your life.” I could only assume his feelings were that getting involved with my Father was my biggest mistake. I looked up at the camera and felt queasy, but knew I dared not mess with it because I couldn’t risk the retaliation which would follow.

Another message arrived which read, “Forget my camera is there and forget that I will always be watching you.”

I was terrified at the thought, and couldn’t imagine there could be any way I would ever forget. For the rest of the day and that evening I was careful not to change clothes in my room, but chose to take my clothes to the bathroom to change and found an old pair of pajama’s to wear to bed. I was getting into bed when my smart phone announced an incoming mail and with hesitation I looked at my mail to see it was one of his messages. “Don’t be a silly bitch. Forget the camera is there and go about your life normally. Don’t change in other rooms and sleep naked like you always have!” it read. I was beneath my covers, but I complied with his demands and removed my pajama’s and placed them on the floor beside my bed.

I can’t remember getting any sleep that night as my mind was overloaded trying to think of any way to get out of my current situation. I knew I could just take the camera and throw it away, but if he really did forward photos or a video of my having sex with my father to my friends and family in my contact list my life would be over. As desperate as I felt at the moment I knew if this happened I would likely kill myself and I felt so twisted by the situation I wondered if that would be my only solution to rid myself of him.

I didn’t really know it was a guy, but I suspected it had to be and of course the most obvious person it could have been was Gilbert. Even as I was sure it was Gilbert it didn’t help me resolve the situation, but it helped me to understand the source of my dilemma.

I was tossing and turning restlessly in bed and decided to get up out of bed and without doing anything to cover my nakedness went to my computer and opened my mail. I was thankful I didn’t have any new messages from him. I opened the window to begin a new outgoing mail and put my e-mail address into the “send to” box and typed, “Are you watching me now?”, and sent the message to myself. I received it into my inbox and waited. It was twenty-five minutes before he responded.

“I’m watching you now. Can’t you sleep?” He asked.

“I know who you are,” I replied and each message I sent to myself and received myself made me feel more and more hopeless.

“Even if you do. How does that help you?” He replied, and as I read his words on my monitor I knew he was correct.

“It doesn’t, but I don’t know why you’re hiding when you know I know?” I replied.

His reply came quickly: “If you’re so sure why don’t you say my name? If you’re wrong I’ll send that person a nice photo of you, and if you’re right you’ll have the satisfaction of knowing you’re right,” He typed. I thought to myself for a moment and wondered if I could be absolutely sure? I couldn’t be sure if anyone else had been given access to my room while I was away at college. I suddenly had a sickening feeling that it was possible the camera wasn’t installed by Gilbert, but by my Ex-husband whom I divorced while I was away at school. The fear that he had become aware of my incest with my father was more frightening to me than if my cam-stalker was Gilbert. I settled myself nervously back into bed, knowing that whoever he was, was likely watching me as I had likely awaken him and aroused his attention.

Finally I was overcome with sleep exhaustion and fell asleep. I woke early enough to be sure I could join my father while he had his cold cereal and coffee for breakfast.

“Good morning Princess,” What are you doing up so early this morning,” Dad asked.

“I couldn’t sleep,” I said as I moved to get a coffee mug from the cabinet and poured myself a cup of coffee and then added an ample amount of creamer and a dash of sugar before sitting down across from him at the kitchen nook table.

“It’s nice to have you home again,” Dad said as he pushed his newspaper to the side and gave me his full attention.

“It’s good to be home,” I said, but in my heart I didn’t really feel that way because of my cam-stalker.

“I’m curious about something,” izmit kendi evi olan escort I said, regaining my father’s attention as he had begun to bring the newspaper back towards him.

“What’s that Honey?” He asked.

“Has anyone had access to my room, or the house while I was away at school?” I asked.

“Why? Is something missing? Dad asked, sounding concerned.

“Not really… at least I don’t think so, but it feels like someone has been in my room,” I replied.

“I should have asked your permission, but I let Jeff have access when he said he needed to get some personal things from your room. And Gilbert of course when he did the initial set up your new computer. And I had some security camera’s installed by our alarm company… but not in your bedroom,” Dad explained.

“Did the alarm installers have access to my bedroom without supervision?” I asked.

“What’s wrong? Something’s wrong!” My father replied.

I lost my composure and immediately began to sob as I lowered my face into the palms of my hands.

“Sweetheart… what’s wrong?” My dad asked as he moved to stand beside me and cradled his arms around me.

“Something terrible,” I said as I continued to sob and I was surprised he could understand my words.

“Tell me and we can fix it,” He said and he sounded so confident that I wanted to believe he really could fix things.

“I’m not supposed to tell you,” I sobbed.

“What a silly thought… of course you need to tell me,” He said softly and made me look at him and brushed his finger against my cheek to collect the latest tear which was streaking from my eye.

“If I tell you bad things will happen,” I said, as I finally stopped my uncontrollable sobs, but still felt the emotional tension inside.

“It looks like bad things have already happened?” He said, “What’s wrong?”

Just as I was about to share my dilemma I caught movement from the corner of my eye and realized my Mother was awake and had decided to join us.

“What are you two plotting this morning?” Mom said as I tried to be discrete and wiped my cheeks with my napkin.

“I was just asking Daddy if I could have lunch with him today,” I said, and tried to sound as cheerful as possible.

“I’m sure he said yes,” Mom said as she sat down beside my dad.

“Do you want to meet me at the office?” He asked.

“I can meet you there and we can go to lunch from there,” I said.

“I’ll just presume I’m not invited,” Mom said sarcastically.

“I wanted to surprise you and have lunch alone with you another day,” I said.

“Divide and conquer? Hmmm… I wonder what it is you want?”

“Whatever I can get,” I teased, trying to pretend nothing was bothering me.

“Stop by any time. I don’t have much on my calendar today,” Dad said as he stood from the table and took his bowl and coffee mug with him to rinse out in the sink and loaded them directly into the dishwasher.

“Should I call first?” I asked.

“You don’t need to, just come by when you can,” he said. As he left for work I told my mother I was going to return to my room and go back to sleep. I went to my room and my phone announced a text message had arrived. I opened it anxiously and it was a message from my father, “Whatever it is we can work it out”.

“I love you daddy” I replied.

I closed my eyes for a while, but didn’t feel as if I got any sleep. I put on a sun dress while I assumed he was either watching or recording me but I was confident he wasn’t seeing any part of me that he hadn’t see already. When I was finished dressing I waved at the camera and left the room.

My mother was gone shopping for groceries or something as her car was gone from the garage. I was walking to my car parked on the street when my cell phone alerted me to a new e-mail. I opened it and it read, “You’re a real smart-ass, aren’t you?” I deleted the message and got to my car and began driving to my father’s office.

My father owns and runs a small independent insurance agency and has a receptionist who has been with him for ten years along with two other sales agents which work for him. Dad was behind a closed door when I arrived, but Alice notified him I was here to visit and he came right out of his office to greet me. “Do you want to go right out for lunch?” He asked.

“I want to see your office first,” I said, not sure what else I could say to get him in private.

“It doesn’t change much,” He teased, but followed me back into his office and I pulled the door closed after he entered.

“I’m not even hungry for lunch, but I need to talk to you,” I said. I had been thinking and rethinking my situation and knew I would go crazy if I didn’t share my dilemma with my dad.

“Have a seat… the office is soundproof,” He said as he sat in his oversized desk chair, across his desk from me.

“I’m not sure how to tell you this without being blunt… Someone put a camera in my room and has been watching and taping me. I don’t know who it is, but in taping me, they’ve also taped us,” I explained. The look on my father’s face was a look I was unfamiliar with. It appeared to be a combination of confusion and anger.

“That explains the questions this morning,” He said solemnly.

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My mom was away on a business, leaving me at home alone with my twin sister for the week. Bridget had driven mom to the airport on Monday morning so we could have the car to get to and from school. It was around midnight on the first night of having the house to ourselves and I was on the couch in the living room. I was flipping through the channels and landed on American pie 2. I realized how similar the environment was to our high school. We were both about to finish our senior year, having just turned 18. When the scene with the two girls offer to do lesbian shit for the guys and the other guy, I started to get turned on. I thought the one with the darker hair was fucking hot. Her tits were great. I wasn’t sure if they were real but I didn’t care if she had fake tits. I wanted to slap them with my now hard dick and cum on her awesome nipples. I pulled out my dick and started to jack off. I paused and rewound to the frame where the blonde was kissing the chest of the dirty slut I wanted to slap with my dick. I was about to cum when the door opened and my caught me in the act.

“Oh my god Evan, what the fuck!?” She shouted at me.

“What the hell, sis! Don’t’ you knock!” I retorted.

“It’s the living room asshole. Everybody uses this room! If you wanna jerk off in peace, izmit rus escort go to your bedroom! I’m gonna tell Mom tomorrow that you pay with yourself on her couch!” She threatened.

“You’re not gonna do that. In fact, you’re gonna help me.” I replied.

“Help you? Are you insane!? Why would I help you masturbate? You can clearly do that yourself! Bridget asserted.

“Cos if you don’t, I’m gonna tell Mom that you let Mr. Watson cum on your ass to get A’s!” This was true. I had caught her 2 weeks ago leaning over the dumpster after school while one of the geography teachers jerked onto her bare ass in exchange for good grades.

“What are you talking about? That’s so gross!” She denied. I doubled down on my accusations and threats but she continued to insist I was making it up. That was until I pulled out my phone and showed her the video I took. I kept the video on my phone for a couple reasons; My sister had a big juicy ass and I had jerked off while watching the video several times, plus I knew this would be a handy blackmailing tool. I guess I didn’t think I’d get to use it so soon.

“You need to delete that video, you perv!” My sister insisted.

“You need to earn the right to have that video deleted!” I demanded

“Alright izmit escort fine, you want money?” She offered. I told her I wasn’t interested in the money. I made plenty money selling pot to loads of guys at school. Somehow, Bridget didn’t know that cos she didn’t threaten to tell Mom about it.

“I still got this boner. You need to come over here and blow me while I watch this frame.” I instructed. She was grossed out by the demand but realized that I wouldn’t delete the video unless she complied. I also told her I had hard copies and would have them distributed round the school. She begrudgingly came over to the couch and took my still hard dick in her hand.

“God dammit, bro. Your dick is huge! I think it’s the biggest I’ve ever seen!” She remarked.

“You like it huh?” I smirked. It was glaringly obvious that she wasn’t repelled by my thick 10-inch member.

“Uggh, let’s just get this over with.” She leaned over me on the couch and took my head in her mouth. As she slowly bobbed up and down, I ran my hand over her ass while I looked over the lesbian frame I’d paused on the TV. I decided I preferred for my eyes to move from the sight of my sister’s big ass in the tight blue jeans she was wearing to the big blowjob lips that wrapped round my dick. I didn’t have to give kocaeli escort her any instruction at all. My sis was a pro! It was the best head I’d ever been given. As I got closer to cumming, I dug my fingers into Bridget’s ass cheek and placed my other hand over her head whilst I fucked her face with increasing thrusts. She didn’t resist. It seemed like she’d been into it. I told her I was gonna cum and she didn’t stop her rhythm. I came in her mouth and she took all of my cum in her mouth. Swallowing every last drop.

“Wow, sis. You must have really enjoyed that.” I joked.

“I like to give head and you have a nice dick so if I’m being blackmailed, I might as well make the best of it. You clearly enjoyed it so my work is done here. Now delete that video!”

“Sorry Sis. That was too good to be a one off. This is gonna have to be an on-going arrangement. Tomorrow morning I’m gonna cum on your ass in the shower before we leave for school, then in the car, we’re gonna pull over somewhere and you’re gonna blow me before classes start. After school’s out we’re gonna go home and I’m gonna blow my load in your ass.”

“Woah woah woah! There’s no way you’re fucking me, Bro! I can’t fit your giant dick in my ass!” Bridget Claimed.

“But where’s a better place to for a giant dick to be than inside a giant ass?”

“You’re such an asshole!” She laughed.

“Well speaking of assholes, you can tell Mr. Watson he owes me 60 bucks!” I slapped her ass and told her I’d see it in the morning, bright and early.

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This is my first submission, constructive comments are welcome. This happened to me a few years ago, it is the true story of my first male on male oral experience. I hope you enjoy it.

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I was on my second marriage. The first was to a hot blond who cheated on me. The second was to an infinitely more desirable woman. Not a beauty queen, but a lady who really had her act together, and after a failed first marriage, was determined to make the second one work, so she treated me like gold.

I have always been straight, and in fact coming from a rather redneck background, I must admit I was rather homophobic in my youth, but through my life I kept meeting gay folk who were obviously just nice folks, with different taste in partners. I must admit I still couldn’t quite understand how they could be attracted to somebody of the same sex, but I learned to accept it.

I am just an average looking guy, 6 feet tall, 190, not super masculine, but not feminine looking either. I am fairly muscular, and I guess that got me a fair amount of attention from both sexes. A few times guys made passes at me. I suspect I didn’t even notice the first ones, later it made me feel rather uncomfortable. The last couple I politely declined, but took as a compliment despite my lack of interest.

After I had been with my second wife for about a decade I had some odd dreams. In one I was down on my knees in front of an oriental man, a stranger. He pulled his cock out of his pants and pressed it against my lips. I felt trapped, like I had to cooperate, I opened my mouth, and he slid it in. I wrapped my lips around my teeth and started to move my mouth up and down his shaft. He grasped the back of my head and started to thrust it in and out, he started breathing heavily, panting as his cock pushed into my mouth.

It was uncomfortable, and a bit scary, but thrilling at the same time. I reached up and clutched at his buttocks with my hands, pulling his crotch toward my face as he thrust into my mouth. He started moaning, then pulled my face into his bush, holding his throbbing cock deep in my mouth. I felt it swell, he spurted his seed down my throat. He was so far in, I had no choice but to swallow one spurt after another, it felt like it would never end. Finally he pulled his semi hard dick out of my mouth, it just seemed natural to lick him totally clean.

I woke as I dreamt that I was licking him. I had cum in my pants, my first wet dream since I was a kid. I was confused, yet excited. It had seemed so real, I could feel the texture of his cock against my tongue, izmit rus escort the hot liquid spurting down my throat, the taste of his semen as I licked him clean. Was I actually interested in try this? It was exciting, it was such a “forbidden” act in my very straight upbringing.

It preyed on my mind periodically, and I started looking at gay porn sites once in a while, particularly pictures of guys on their knees, sucking cock, and video of cocks spurting cum into open male mouths. I didn’t feel any romantic attraction to men, but sexual interest was certainly there. I hadn’t reached a point where I was seriously considering trying anything, but it added a lot of excitement to masturbation, and occasionally while having sex with my wife, in my mind I was imagining I had a cock in my mouth.

——

I am a computer tech, working for a company who do on site support contracts. It was a Friday in late June when the boss called me into his office. He got a call from our office in the next territory, they were swamped. Things were slow for us, so I was sent to help out. I committed to doing several calls in the area nearest our office so they could focus on the more distance sites.

The first one was easy enough, just a bad network cable. It only took a few minutes to fix, but it had taken me an hour to get there and the next site was over an hour’s drive farther. Unfortunately I was scheduled to be there in just over an hour too. I picked the most direct route I could find on country roads where there would be little traffic and started pushing it. Wouldn’t you know it, I got stuck behind a slowpoke on a twisty stretch of road and couldn’t pass, I got more and more impatient as the minutes passed.

Finally the road straightened out. As I came over the top of a hill I edged out and could see far down the road, the oncoming lane was clear for more than enough room to pass. I pulled out the rest of the way and hit the gas. As I pulled in front of him, a cop with a hand held radar gun stepped from the cover of the trees onto the shoulder, and motioned for me to pull over. He had me good, I was really flying at that point. There was no way I could make the appointment now, and it was going to be an expensive experience too. As I pulled onto the shoulder I saw his car backed into a gap in the trees facing out toward the road.

I have noticed that police stop protocols vary. In my relatively peaceful rural area, you are expected to wait in your car with your hands visible on the steering wheel, and the officer approaches and “interviews” izmit escort you. He was an average guy in good shape, maybe late thirties in age, with sandy hair. He walked up to the side of my car exuding that “in control” cop aura. I rolled down the window.

He started as they always do, “License, ownership and insurance please.” I dug them out and handed them over. “What’s the rush?” he asked. I explained that I was working, and in a rush to deal with an emergency situation.

“You were going pretty fast there…”

I couldn’t think of anything I could say that would improve the situation, so I kept my mouth shut and nodded.

“It’s going to be pretty expensive,”

Again I nodded. He looked me in the eyes and said, “Though if I’m happy enough it might not be…”

We were alone in the middle of nowhere… could he be looking for some “personal attention?” Before I could change direction from my first impulse, without really even pausing to think, I smiled, “that sounds reasonable, what can I do to make you happy?”

“I’m going back to my car while you give that some thought. It will take a few minutes before I can start writing that ticket, if you think of anything come on over and tell me about it.” He turned and walked back toward his car, hidden in the trees.

Was I really going to do this? I could just sit here and wait for my ticket, but I was excited. I had one hell of a hardon at the thought of actually having a cock in my mouth. Before I could have second thoughts, I opened the door and walked toward the gap in the trees where he was parked. Not a car had passed since I was pulled over, all I could hear was insects and the occasional bird chirp.

As I approached I saw him behind his car facing the road, as I walked around the car he pulled down his fly and pulled out his cock. I took a deep breath and walked toward him, sinking to my knees on the pine needle covered ground in front of him. He was not very long, but it was still soft. He was cut and unshaven, in fact he was quite hairy. I reached up and gently lifted his cock, opened my mouth and leaned forward, licking the head gently. I had done it! My tongue had touched another man’s cock!

I ran my tongue all around the head, then ran it slowly up and down the sides. I gently cupped his balls as I continued to lick, paying special attention to the head, popping it in and out of my lips, teasing the slit with my tongue. He stood there with his hands on his hips, getting harder and harder, it was over six inches long, very straight, jutting out toward me, kocaeli escort angled slightly upward.

He rested his hands on my shoulders, and started thrusting gently toward me, I took his cock into my mouth and pushed my lips down as far as I could. I was amazed that it felt just like I had imagined in my dream. I gagged a little as it went too far, backed off and went down again. I started bobbing my head back and forth, he moved his hands gently to the back of my head, hold in it in place as he pushed his hips forward, fucking my mouth with his cock. He probed ever deeper, and whenever I gagged he backed off a little. I had my eyes closed, just trying to absorb the experience. I heard a click and I opened my eyes, he had his cell phone in his hand, taking pictures of me with his cock in my mouth. It hardly registered on me, I continued to worship his cock.

I placed my hands on his buttocks, squeezing them gently as he thrust into my mouth. After a few minutes I could hear him breathing deeper, in time with his thrusts. I focused on the smooth shaft sliding in and out of my mouth, I was totally focused on giving him pleasure, all I wanted was to give him the best orgasm possible, I had no other thought in the world.

His cock swelled, then pulsed, and he exhaled explosively pulling almost out of my mouth and holding my head firmly so that the head of his cock was just inside my lips. “Don’t swallow,” he commanded. The first spurt burst into my mouth, coating my tongue, with a strange bitter taste. With his left hand grasping my hair so I couldn’t move my head, he stroked his cock, filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of semen. Finally he exhaled explosively, I held he semen in my mouth. He pulled the head of his softening cock from my lips. “Open your mouth and show me.” I opened my mouth, allowing his semen to pool on my tongue at the front of my mouth. “Click,” he took another picture. “Close your mouth and swirl it around, really get the flavor.” I did has he commanded. “Swallow it, right now, all of it.” I couldn’t manage all of it at once, I took the first gulp of thick slimy semen slide down my throat. Then working the rest together I swallowed a second smaller gulp of his semen.

Remembering my dream, I leaned forward and licked his cock all over, sucking gently on the head, cleaning him completely. As he zipped up and straightened his uniform he smiled and said , “that was good, you must have done this before.”

I got to my feet, dusting off my knees, “I haven’t,” I replied, looking him in the eyes, “but I might do it again.”

“I work this stretch of road all morning most Fridays, stop by if you are in the area.”

As I walked back to my car, my legs were a little shaky with excitement and emotion, I wondered if I could convince the boss I was needed here regularly?

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In which a women is having difficulties writing a story about Uncle Jack and his lovely niece Holly and gets permission to play.

Susanne starting typing again and stopped. She sighed got up from her chair and stretched her 5` 4″ frame. Her lightly tanned arms reached up above her body and her slightly wavy light brown hair fell down her back as she undid her pony-tail. She ran her fingers through her hair.

Susanne was finding this difficult. She was alone in the house, with nothing but her thoughts and this computer screen. Maybe a break would help; going downstairs to the fridge she pours herself a glass of mango and orange juice. Hoping this would help her make a decision. Elbows on the countertop she stares out of the kitchen window looking at the green hills. The view always gave her such pleasure but it wasn’t helping very much.

Susanne isn’t sure what to do with Uncle Jack and Holly. To shave young Holly or not? She just isn’t sure. She goes back upstairs to the little office and sits down again in front of the computer. For inspiration she flicks back through some other bits she has written. This makes her feel, well, slightly moist and sadly there is no one around to play with. She curls her shell pink toes and wiggles, looking down at the curve of her calf, she spreads her legs a little, rubbing the inside of her lightly tanned thighs. Sitting with her eyes half closed, Susanne begins to play with her nipples lightly stroking and brushing through the cloth. What to do…hmmh?

Susanne rises from the chair and pads through to the bedroom. The sun is shining down on the big four- poster bed. She wiggles out of her shorts and lies down on the bed in a pair of white bikini pants trimmed in lace with little ribbon bows. The bra is lacy and white but she isn’t wearing that today. Susanne buys matching sets; sometimes they get bought for her. She has a narrow back, which curves out to a small waist and rounded hips. Her back makes her breasts look bigger than they actually are. Curling up on her side her mind drifts. She starts to think through some of the scenarios she had written down.

One she had liked lately was being a slave girl in Rome at the beck and call of her Master. This was good if you had someone to play with.

Sometimes she imagines escort izmit she’s on a yacht, with portholes that look into the master cabin from the deck. He is sitting in a chair, in the cabin she is spread out naked on the bed, wearing a silk blind-fold. From the deck you can see what she was being told to do by him. It was a variation on a mirror scene. Susanne sighs, nope this isn’t working.

Susanne rolls over onto her back. One manicured hand slides from her slightly rounded tummy up to a small round breast with a pinky brown areola and pinky red nipple. She idly teases the end of one nipple with a finger. Flicking it, then rubbing the jutting nipple on the tip. She applies a thumb and finger and lightly pinches and teases the nipple. It’s jutting out now, hard, both nipples look so yummy. They are small jutting, gumdrops, that need sucking.

Susanne pinches her pert nipples again, sending teasing, tickling sensations to her pussy. She pushes her breasts together, nope, too small for a fantastic cleavage. But they have been described as a lovely mouthful.

Susanne lapses into a daydream. He is sitting on a chair just off to one side at the edge of her bed. He is fully clothed with a lanky build and a deep voice. He looks relaxed, in control, sitting in the chair. His legs are crossed in the tailored navy trousers and black leather shoes; a crisp open neck white shirt completes his attire. She will do anything for him.

The bed is covered in a quilted duvet and loads of pillows. At the foot of the bed is a full-length mirrored door to a walk in closet.

Pull down your panties, baby. Pull them down to your ankles. Do it for Daddy.

Susanne lifts her hips off the bed and wiggles them back and forth as she squirms out of her lacy white panties. She peels them down her legs all the way to her ankles. Where her pussy had massaged the cloth, her panties are very, very damp. She can feel her moistness and smell the heady scent. They act as a restraint on her ankles she likes this. She wants to spread her legs wider; she wants to do this for him and she will when he tells her.

Spread your legs for me as wide as you can. Be a good girl and do as daddy tells you.

Susanne pulls the panties from her ankles and drops them off the bed. Now she can open her thighs izmit escort as wide as he has requested. She spreads her thighs, doing exactly as she was told, exposing her pussy. She is after all a good girl and wants to please him.

Susanne looks at her body in the mirror. She sees her toes, the nails painted shell pink, her lightly tanned, slightly bent legs and then her eyes move up to her pussy. She can see a little patch of brown hair on her pinky red pussy lips. Not much, she likes to keep it trim.

Susanne slides both hands down, stroking the soft flesh of her open thighs. She spreads her pussy lips open and again looks into the mirror. She loves this the way it makes her feel. Exposed, wanton, opening herself up to him for his pleasure.

Susanne feels the breeze of the partially open window brush against her pussy lips and the sensitised nubbin that is her clitoris

Oh, baby, your pussy is so wet. You want it so bad don’t you baby? Put a finger in your pussy baby. Rub that little nubbin. Make your Daddy hard.

“Oh, God, Yes.” Susanne groaned.

Susanne is carried away in her day-dream. Wanting to be fucked. Wanting him to rise from the chair, unzip his trousers and take her then, take her now. Driving it home for his baby, to the hilt, pulling out slowly and filling her up again.

Susanne ran a single finger inside her cleft. Playing with her wet inner lips. Rubbing the little clit. Her hips moving with the motion. She raises her hips and parts the lips of her pussy and slips her finger inside. She moves it deep into her pussy and slides another finger inside. She enjoys the sensation of her fingers sliding in and out of her slick, wet pussy. But this isn’t enough she needs more. Moaning Susanne grinds her hips against her fingers and massages and rubs her slick wet nubbin with a finger from her other hand.

Baby girl, look in the drawer. I want you to get a toy and play for me. Your Daddy loves it when you play with your pussy for him.

Susanne stretches and smiles.

Will you be a good girl, for Daddy?

Susanne closes her eyes caught up in her reverie. She responds to his command.

“Oh Daddy, I’m so wet and horny, your sooo good to me.”

Susanne reaches into the drawer pulling out a silver izmit kendi evi olan escort bullet and places it on the bed beside her. She rubs her wet clit with two fingers. Her arousal makes her fingers slick and wet. Susanne brings her fingers to her lips and licks tasting the tangy moisture of her own juices. She rubs her nipples with a wet finger and pinches them again. Oh she would love to have him gently biting and sucking on the jutting tips.

Picking up the toy Daddy said she could play with. Susanne turns on the silver bullet with the remote control. Her legs are bent and so wide she hardly needs to part her pussy lips with two fingers. She places the bullet directly on her clit and rubs very gently. The sensations become very, very intense, almost too rapidly for her. She quickly removes it from her engorged nubbin. It is coated with her juices. Again she lays it to one side and raising her hips again, she inserts the length of two fingers inside her slick, wet passage and pulls in and out with long strokes.

She is moaning as she moves her fingers. Wanting it to be him. Wanting him to fill her up with his iron hard cock.

Baby, Daddy wants to see you using your toy.

Susanne picks up the bullet again, she flicks the remote to low and she moves it over her pussy lips and rubs. Parting her pinky red pussy lips with two fingers she moves the bullet lightly but faster and faster over her swollen wet clit. Raising her thighs off the bed she rubs the entry to her wet passage and pushes against the bullet. Her eyes are closed, her head thrown back, moaning as the pleasure becomes more intense.

The moans get louder as the electric pulsing sensations become more and more intense. Her breathing is shallow and quick; her climax seconds away. Susanne moves her hand and presses the bullet gently onto her clit and increases the vibrations slightly.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh” she moans.

Susanne feels her pussy muscles contract and flex. She would love to have his large cock inside her fucking her as she rubs her clit. Her pussy lips pulse around the bullet and her engorged nubbin. Again Susanne calls out as she is sent over the edge by the vibrations.

“Oh, Oh, oh yes, yes, oh yes, Ohhhhhhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhhhhhhh”

Removing the bullet Susanne flicks the remote and turns it off. She lowers her legs and lies still catching her breath. The scent of sex hangs in the air.

Opening her eyes she sees him standing in the door leaning against the frame. Smiling. “Can I play too?” He asks.

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Monday 17 April. Monday was a sort of awkward morning. Bert, Wendy and I arrived in the kitchen around the same time. Rob must have been sleeping in but that was fine, we had no commitments until dinner. After the previous day with Bert I felt a bit guilty going to meet anyone else knowing that Wendy spaces play times out and was unlikely to want another play session within the next couple of months, but we had made the commitment and would honour that. Conversation was a little strained with Bert as I think we all wanted to talk about the evening before, but with Rob possibly walking in at any time we avoided it. We sat with our morning cups of tea – coffee for Bert’s – and were rather quiet. There were no sounds where Rob was sleeping just on the other side of the wall.

Wendy offered to cook omelets for breakfast.

“Damn, I forgot I used the eggs, we only have two left, I have no bacon and we finished the bread last night. I’ll need to duck out and do some shopping.”

I volunteered to go, however Wendy asked me to stay with Bert and Rob so she got changed, grabbed the car keys and left. I figured she would be 30 minutes or so and offered Bert another coffee. We turned the TV on and started flicking through channels with still some awkward silence between us. I was trying to think of something to talk about when Rob appeared.

Bert chose to have a shower. I think he felt even more awkward with Rob there. I made Rob a cup of tea and he sat beside me on the couch.

“Your computer was running last night,” Rob stated.

“Sorry, hope it didn’t keep you awake.”

“No, but when I got undressed last night I bumped your mouse when I placed my clothes on your desk. The screen came to life.”

“That is ok, I don’t often turn it off.”

“Maybe you should when you have visitors.”

This is a bit strange I thought to myself, he said it hadn’t disturbed him but he is making it sound like I’m rude by leaving a computer turned on. Maybe Rob isn’t a morning person.

“I’m sorry if it disturbed you and I’ll try to remember to turn it off if anyone ever sleeps there again.”

“Oh, it didn’t disturb me but it was impossible to miss the pictures and Wendy’s name jumped out at me from the screen,” he said matter-of-factly as he looked sideways at me. I think my face had lost all colour and I felt small. When sharing my wife with a like-minded guy I felt on top of the world, but I was shocked that one of our friends – who is as straight-laced as they come – would tell me something like that.

“I gather you two are swingers,” Rob continued, “and I reckon I interrupted something last night with Bert. I thought it was strange that Wendy and Bert were both having a shower in the middle of the evening when I got here, and I reckon you had also but it was hard to tell with your short hair.”

There was a pause while Rob looked at me, I still didn’t know what to say.

“I always thought you two were too much a ‘goody two shoes’-type couple to be into anything like that. You are into swinging aren’t you?”

Wow, he has some doubt I thought to myself, maybe I can just deny it and we will be saved from this embarrassment.

“No, Wendy would never go for something like that,” I said. “It is just a bit of fantasy we share, nothing serious.”

“Really Tony? I read a little of what was on the screen. I’d love to read the whole thing but I felt that I was already seeing too much. What I did see was your username on the site.”

“I’m not sure I’m making sense of what you are trying to say,” I replied to Rob, it sounds like he knows more than he is letting on.

“Mate, we’ve chatted online. Maree and I used to play also, well we tried it once and she never really enjoyed it and didn’t want to have another go. I envy you still playing; for the last couple of years Maree always has some excuse to avoid anything remotely related to sex.”

“We’ve chatted?” I asked, shocked and curious but still scared at having been found out.

“We did, we had even talked about meeting at some point, but it never eventuated. Sometimes it just used to seem that if we didn’t meet people within a few months of chatting that it just fizzled out. I gather from what I saw on the screen though that you are into guys, not only couples?”

“What is your username?”

“Holden05 was us, I closed the account a couple of years ago.”

“I remember that name, but you are a Ford man.”

“Yes, Albury is a small place, no-one would think of us as anything to do with Holden.”

“So, you’re no longer on there?”

“No, I had another account for a little while. I still need sex. After a year of nothing with her and me losing interest in my right hand, I decided it was time for some other arrangement, but after six months on the site and not one response I stopped throwing money away. It was Maree’s idea for the single profile account so I had her permission but it got me nowhere. Too many single guys on that site, so I gave up.”

“So you have been getting nothing at home escort izmit and nothing anywhere else?”

“Exactly. My profile said I was married and had wife’s permission to meet others. No-one believes that though. I should have sent you guys a message, but you don’t advertise for single guys.”

“We never used to, but we opened it up a bit a few months ago.”

“So you admit you do then. You are a lucky guy, especially having a sexy wife like yours who still likes sex.”

“You find Wendy sexy? Maree is model-material and Wendy is way overweight, short and hasn’t got big boobs like Maree.”

“Any woman that likes sex is sexy but I like Wendy’s proportions, she has an aura about her that has always inspired me. More than once I’ve been doing Maree and imagining it was Wendy.”

At that point Wendy returned home with bags from the supermarket.

“Glad to see you are up Rob, where is Bert? Breakfast won’t be long.”

“Bert went to have a shower, he shouldn’t be long now,” I said. “I’ll go let him know that breakfast isn’t far away.”

“Don’t say anything to Wendy until I come back,” I whispered to Rob. I walked down the hallway and found the bathroom door open and Bert’s bedroom door open. I stuck my head in and found him reading one of our books.

Bert looked up and said, “sorry, I couldn’t trust myself not to say something that might give things away. Last night was fantastic and I felt like you two really let me in to your lives but today, I don’t know you guys well enough to take part in a conversation without stuffing something up for you two.”

“Well come and join us, breakfast is cooking. The cat is out of the bag anyway, Rob suspected why you were here and it turns out he and his wife used to play. I stuffed up and left the computer on. He saw the site I was logged into and a reply full of photos and a description of what that guy wanted to do with Wendy and myself.”

“You’ve just talked about this stuff now while I’ve been down here reading? I’m glad I was down here and not sitting with you, that must have been awkward.”

“I was terrified. All good now. Rob has been a friend for years, he won’t blab.”

We walked back up to the family room and I went to assist with breakfast. The omelets were nearly ready and the bacon was sizzling. I grabbed plates and cutlery and put them on the table. We had juice in the fridge so that also was added to the things on the table.

“Anyone like sauce with their eggs?” I asked.

“Sure do,” replied Rob.

We sat as Wendy placed omelets onto each plate and handed the plates around. I poured a glass of juice for everyone and we passed the plate of toast around, followed by the bacon. There was heaps left over, plenty for seconds.

Rob grabbed the sauce and applied it liberally to his omelet and bacon.

“That is terrible, how can you have sauce on eggs or bacon? There is no accounting for taste,” Wendy looked at Rob and shook her head.

Rob looked at me, smiled then turned toward Wendy and said, “You should ask your husband about my tastes.”

Wendy quizzically looked at me, “Well?”

Oh bugger I thought, here we go… “Rob likes you, would like to join us sometime for some fun?”

“What, another winery trip?” Wendy asked, referring to the annual winery walkabout trips we had done together in years gone by.

“That would be great” Rob piped up, “but there are other things we could enjoy together I think.”

There was silence over the breakfast table.

“That is a rather open-ended statement, I’m not sure what you mean by that Rob. Why don’t you tell us all in detail what you are thinking we were doing?” Wendy was trying to embarrass Rob by asking for details.

“I think that three of you were having sex. I think you probably had a cock in each hand followed by one in your mouth and one in your pussy, maybe you had two in you at the same time. You probably had both nipples sucked at the same time by two different guys and probably sucked a cock into your mouth while one of these guys was eating you out. Am I getting the general gist of what was happening here last night?”

“And what makes you think that?” Wendy said. “Just because we happen to have a single male friend staying with us? What if we had a female friend staying here, would you think the same or what if Bert had a partner here with him, what then? Would you still come to some farcical conclusion?”

“The fact you have a profile on an adult swingers site is a fair giveaway but you also were glowing when you walked in after I arrived last night; you looked like a sex goddess. Bert looked pretty happy and the fact that you had all just showered added more weight to my suspicions.”

“So, if we deny it will you believe us? Or are you going to tell Maree, blab it to all our friends and ruin the friendship over something like that?”

“I’ll tell Maree, we have no secrets between us but to make things even, Maree and I tried swinging, only with a couple though as she didn’t like the idea of single guys, izmit escort because she thought most were probably cheating on their wives.”

“I never would have thought you and Maree… Wow! She would have had all the guys chasing her with her looks.”

“Well, it is all over now, she is off sex totally. She told me to try my luck as a single guy but that didn’t work. I told Tony I should have sent you guys a message, it may be awkward given that we’ve been friends for such a long time, but I’ve always lusted after you Wendy. I wonder if the reality might be as good as the fantasy?”

Rob looked at the time on his phone and said that his son was due soon, but he was quite jealous of Bert and I being left behind with Wendy and wondering what we might all get up to. He stood and moved around the table, collecting our used plates and took them to the sink. Wendy also went into the kitchen and put the kettle on for coffee. Rob stood talking with Wendy for a couple of moments whilst Bert and I were chatting, so I didn’t hear their conversation but Wendy later told me Rob had asked if there was any chance of us inviting him to be part of our circle of special friends. Wendy told him that if Maree really was ok with him playing elsewhere then she would like that to happen, but she needed to talk to Maree. Rob said he will ask Maree to call us sometime.

Rob’s phone buzzed with a message from his son, saying he was coming into Wangaratta and asking for one of us to call him and give directions to our house. I made the call and guided his son through the streets to our place; as he pulled up Rob thanked us for the hospitality, apologised for ruining what was probably a very horny night we were having and then left with a promise to have Maree talk to Wendy.

With Rob gone we were now back to just Bert and ourselves. Bert said that he should probably also get going. He seemed much more at ease now that it was just the three of us again.

“I want to say thanks for last night but a plain old ‘thanks’ doesn’t seem anywhere near enough; I don’t know what words would work to describe how thankful I am. Anytime you want to share a casserole again please let me know, I’ll be here in a flash.” Bert stood and looked at us, it was obvious he was thinking of how to continue.

“What are your rules from here? We spoke about rules for meeting and playing but what now? Am I allowed to call you guys, maybe invite you to my place or a weekend away? I have a timeshare for an apartment in Falls Creek. Three double rooms and a private sauna and spa. I use it for a week every winter and another week in summer every year, I think you guys would love it there. Am I getting too carried away? Do you think you will even want to see me again?”

Wendy took the lead on the conversation this time, “Of course we want you to visit again, don’t we Tony? You can call any time you want and if you wish to invite us somewhere that sounds nice, but we don’t go out and have sex with others every weekend, so best to give us some notice so we can space things out a bit. And Falls Creek, that sounds fabulous, imagine how naughty we could be for a week there if all beds were filled?”

“If you want to come to Falls Creek I’ll text you my next booking date, first week in July I think but I’ll confirm that. I don’t know about all beds being filled though. I only know you guys and I’m not sure I want to invite people I don’t know.”

“Three of us would be great, but if we introduce you to others who share similar interests then you have more opportunity for some fun times like we had last night, and you might think they are worthy of inviting up there also. If you would like to meet others like us?”

“I think I would,” came Bert’s hesitant reply. “But I would like to keep you as ‘special’ friends. Does that scare you?”

“That sounds nice, special friends it is. Nothing scary about that.”

There was a pause and a comfortable silence for a few moments before Wendy continued. “Before you go, could you do something for me Bert?”

“I’ll try, depends what it is I guess,” Bert replied.

Wendy reached out and took his hand, “I want to try something that we talked about last night, can you spare half-an-hour?” Looking at me she said, “I need both of you.” She started leading us toward the bedroom. I knew she would only be taking us down here if she was wanting more fun and my cock started to harden at the thought.

“You two have had plenty of recovery time thanks to Rob’s visit, and one of the fantasies from last night has been playing on my mind.”

We walked into our bedroom, Wendy turned to Rob and immediately started undressing him. “Remember what we were saying to each other last night when I was on top of you just before Rob arrived?” she asked Bert. “I want to try it. I’m not as horny as when you first arrived yesterday but I want to try it and I want you to be the one. We’ve never done it before…”

“You’re talking about the DP aren’t you?” Bert checked with her.

“Correct,” izmit kendi evi olan escort she said as the last of his clothes came off. She stood and told Bert to undress her while she reached out to me and started undressing me. “You two think you can cope with trying that out? Think you can both fit in my pussy?”

“I doubt it but I’d love to try. You felt rather tight to me when it was only me in you, do you think two of us can fit inside you at once?” Bert asked.

I noticed he was already sporting a good erection and I had my doubts about it being a successful experiment as well. The thought of watching him fucking Wendy again gave my cock a boost. Wendy stood and I pulled her toward me for a kiss.

“Mmmmm. I like kissing you,” Wendy purred at me. “Come here and keep doing that. Bert, do you want to kiss me too? You can kiss my other lips if you like, get me nice and wet before the two of you put your cocks in my pussy.”

We spent 10 minutes in that combination with Bert doing his thing while I took care of her upper half, sometimes kissing her, other times licking and nibbling her nipples. Bert got her off twice in close succession and after her second orgasm she decided it was time to move things along. She briefly gave us each a bit of oral but we were both hard so we didn’t need much attention to have us ready for our DP attempt.

“OK, who wants to be on the bottom?” Wendy asked.

Bert and I looked at each other. I hadn’t thought about what positions we would be in so I had no real preference. Bert shrugged his shoulders at me, indicating he didn’t mind either way. I indicated for him to go ahead and lay down. Wendy mounted him and slid her wet pussy down over his erection, until all I could see were his balls pressed up against her.

I was lost in the moment, it always mesmerises me when I see Wendy with another guy in her. It is an odd mix of feelings, maybe 10 per cent jealousy, 40 per cent voyeur and 50 per cent love for her.

“You do feel good in me, we definitely need to organise more nights together,” she was telling Bert as she moved up and down his shaft. “Are you ready for Tony to join in?”

I moved behind her as she leant forward to tilt her pussy back at me a bit. It was an awesome sight. Her puckered arse hole, with her pussy filled with a wet and shiny cock below. I didn’t know how I was going to fit in there with Bert, but for Wendy I would try anything.

I grasped my cock, smeared some lube on the end and tried to push in beside Bert. There was no way I was going to fit and it actually hurt me trying.

“No, put your cock on top of Bert’s then push his down while you push inwards at the same time” Wendy said. How does she know what to do I wondered. I did as she suggested and just as I thought it wasn’t going to work the head of my cock suddenly popped in to her vagina. Wow it was tight. Once the head was in I was able to slowly slide the rest of my cock up her until I was most of the way in and then I paused.

“Are you ok, is it hurting you at all?”

“I’m good. I’m glad neither of you are any bigger than you are, I think I’m at my limit but take it easy and let’s see how we go.”

I waited to see who was going to move first, then just as I started so did Bert. We both realised the other had started and we both stopped. Bert pointed at me so I started slowly thrusting. After a few strokes Bert joined in and we seemed to be working well together. Wendy was moaning, I knew these were sounds of pleasure. By this time we had slowly worked up to a faster pace and while it wasn’t a hard-and-fast pounding, it was probably as fast as we could go in such a position.

“Oh man, you should see her face,” Bert said to me. “She is in heaven.”

“I feel stuffed, so full but it feels oh so good,” Wendy said. “I can feel an orgasm building up already. Too soon for you guys am I?”

The thought of her cumming like this made my cock twitch and listening to Bert tell Wendy that he was already holding back brought me to the brink.

“I might beat both of you,” I said. “I’m cumming now.”

I might have beat both to the finish line, but I was probably about two seconds ahead of Wendy and she was only a second in front of Bert. I held in as deep as I could until it felt like Bert had stopped twitching inside her then pulled back. The sight in front of me was awesome. Cum everywhere.

“Can I clean you up?” Bert asked as he grasped Wendy’s hips and started to try and move her up so that her pussy was over his mouth.

“I’m not in the mood for that now. I just wanted to try both of you in me, I wasn’t sure it would work but it did and was beautiful. I’m satisfied now.”

Bert had stopped trying to move Wendy to his face, but Wendy moved herself off his cock which was on the verge of slipping out of her and kneeled over Bert’s chest.

“You can have a last look but no more touching. Save that for the next time you visit,” she told him as she proceeded to crawl along his body and over his face until she reached a point where she had to swing her right leg over him so that she could get off the bed. Just as she lifted her leg a blob of cum fell from her, swinging like a pendulum from her pussy as it stretched out before it fell and landed right on Bert’s nose.

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August 1997

Lungs burning and legs pumping furiously Jordyn Jameson pushed her bike faster around the wide curve of sidewalk bordering the park. She could hear the boys behind her gaining, their shouts and threats drawing attention from parents watching their children on the climbing structures and swings.

Glancing behind her, she could see Garret and his posse closing in. They’d caught her kissing Megan Perkins behind the vending machine at the library. It had been Megan’s idea, the pretty blonde tugging JJ along the path to the machines. JJ had been reluctant, despite the curiosity she’d buried inside.

“I’m going to kick your skinny dyke ass Jameson!” Garret yelled, standing to pedal faster.

JJ felt her stomach give a sickening drop when two boys shot around the curve ahead of her, bearing down fast. She jerked her bike to the right, cutting through the grass towards the street. Looking ahead she could see a break in traffic that might save her ass and give her some time.

She could still see Megan’s shy smile when she leaned against the wall, looking at JJ through long eyelashes. “Aren’t you going to kiss me?” Megan had asked, tipping her head to the right so her hair fell over her shoulder.

“But you’re Garret’s girl. He’s gonna beat me up if he finds out.” JJ had almost taken a step back, but the soft hand on her wrist had stopped her.

“Please? He won’t find out. I – I want you to kiss me.” Megan had blushed, a cute pink stealing over her cheeks.

Breath coming faster, palms sweaty, chest filled with hope and wonder, JJ had leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Megan’s small pink mouth. For a few seconds, the world had been right. JJ had felt right, like she was complete and whole. Then hell had opened up and tried to swallow her when Garret and his gang had come out of the side door and spotted them. Megan had looked up and gasped, drawing JJ’s attention as a beefy fist connected with her shoulder.

JJ shook her head and timed her cut across the street, the old bike frame groaning as she hopped the curb and pedaled into the street. She raced across and down the open neighborhood street, making the first left to escape the boy’s sight.

Slowing she sucked in air and looked back, relieved to see no one behind her. JJ kept going, not giving up her guard. She zig-zagged through the neighborhood streets, relieved when she’d remained alone for ten minutes. The boys never kept up that long. Turning down yet another street she veered to the sidewalk to avoid a car.

“There she is! Get the lesbo!” The shout, from the boys ahead of her and too close for comfort, had JJ’s heart jumping into her throat. She wheeled around and forced her tired legs to go faster. She tried to lose them around another set of corners, but the boys only got closer. It wasn’t long enough before her legs were cramping and Percy had come up alongside her. He had a nasty grin on his face and shoved her shoulder hard.

She went down fast, her bike tire catching on the curb when she tipped. Rolling and gaining her feet, JJ was at least off the ground when the boys began their attack. Garret got the first punch in, right to her nose. It was hard to keep track of which boy hit where but JJ made sure she got her own punches and jabs in where she could. Garret kept up a steady stream of curses and insults as someone hooked a foot behind her knee and sent her to the ground. The concrete was hot and rough under her hands, a sharp stinging on her elbow signaling ripped skin. One boy kicked her ribs with enough force to force the air from her lungs. Garret used his foot to push her onto her side and spit in her face.

“No slut dyke is gonna ruin my girl. You keep those nasty hands to yourself. If I catch you with another girl ever again I’m going to break your face.” He sneered and straightened.

Before anyone else could land a kick a voice rang out, “Break it up boys, that’s enough. I’ve got the cops on the phone and they’re on their way.”

JJ was jostled and stepped on as the boys made a fast get away. She forced herself to her feet and squinted in the bright sunlight for her bike. Before she could limp over a gentle hand on her shoulder stopped her, turning her around. “You look like you could use a nice cool glass of water. Come sit in the shade and relax, catch your breath.”

JJ looked up into the woman’s face, kind grey eyes in a gentle mother’s face, surrounded by thick dark curls. “I’m fine. I should be getting home.”

The woman gave her a knowing look and led her to a wide porch where a small girl sat, blonde curls everywhere. “I’m Debra, you can call me Debbie. This is Ashely, my daughter. She got my attention when the boys were being rather ungentlemanly.” “I’m JJ.”

“Hi JJ, I’m Ashley. I was coloring flowers and carrots for my bunnies to eat and play with.” The girl beamed at JJ when she sat gingerly on the step. Her hands were covered in chalk dust and her jeans had chalky izmit rus escort handprints in various places.

“Those boys are meanies. It’s not nice to beat people up.” Ashley leaned in and whispered, “They can be buttheads, even when they’re grown up. Mommy said so.”

Despite herself JJ smiled, “Your mom is right.”

Ashley grinned and sat back, pleased with herself. She turned back to JJ but she spotted JJ’s elbow before she could speak. “You need a Band-Aid. You’re bleeding.” Ashley stood up and walked to the screen door Debbie had vanished behind. “Mommy, JJ needs a Band-Aid for her elbow. She’s bleeding.” Ashley called, “You want a Wonder Woman Band-Aid? I have a whole box.” She asked JJ, turning to face her.

“No, I’m fine, I don’t need anything.” JJ declined the offer, standing stiffly.

Ashley ran around in front of JJ and planted her feet, hands on her hips. “You are bleeding. When you bleed you need a Band-Aid. Now sit down until Mommy gets the first aid kit.”

JJ sat back down, completely taken by surprise. “How old are you Ashley?” JJ asked, curious despite her hesitation around strangers.

“I’m eight years old.” Ashley said, sitting next to JJ. “I turned eight in May and Mommy and Daddy took me up to my grandparent’s house. They have a dog and she had puppies. I wanted to bring one home, but they’re too young to leave their mom. I picked one out and when he’s old enough and doesn’t pee in the house, we’re going to go pick him up. He’s soo cute! He couldn’t see yet, but he licked me when I held him, his little face all smushed up and his eyes closed tight, like this.” Ashley made a face, her eyes squeezed tight, making little puppy noises.

Debbie walked back out, surprised to hear JJ laughing with Ashley. She knew who JJ’s father was, had known her mother. The entire town was familiar with the tragedy of the Jameson family.

Mack and Emily had grown up in this town, high school sweethearts who married shortly after she’d completed college. When JJ had been born, there hadn’t been a happier set of parents. JJ was two and too young to understand her mother’s death, killed in a hit and run by a drunk driver passing through town. Mack had withdrawn from the community, continuing to work and care for the basic needs of himself and his young daughter.

Debbie wasn’t sure if the rumors of drinking and abuse were true, she hoped they weren’t. She remembered Mack as a gentle giant, big and built from years of construction, but gentle as a lamb. It was hard to imagine him as the rumors described. She hoped for his sake, and the sake of the young girl on her porch, that the rumors were false.

***

JJ pushed her bike through the gate and dumped it against the side of the house before trudging through the dead grass to the back patio. The old wood creaked under her feet and the side door opened with a shove.

The smell of stale smoke met her nose right away, dim light slicing though the thin curtains in the windows. If she was lucky, Mack wasn’t home and she could change to hide the gauze taped to her arm.

Tip toeing over the ratty carpet in the kitchen she inched down the hall and into her room. Mack’s bedroom door was half open, a sure sign he was still at work. She breathed a short sigh of relief, then forced herself to find a clean shirt and jeans.

Clothes bundled in her arm, JJ checked again and snuck to the bathroom, shutting and locking the door. She showered quickly, rinsing off the dirt, sweat and blood. She toweled off and slipped her clothing back on, the thin tee’s long sleeves covered the gauze completely. JJ made it back to her room and tossed the old clothing into her small hamper before lying down on her bed.

Debbie had cleaned her up, bandaged the most serious cuts and scrapes. JJ had never had anyone fuss over her like that. Mack certainly didn’t. It would be a miracle if there were bandages in the house. JJ swallowed the tears that tried to choke her. If Debra Turner was anything, she was the kind of mother JJ wished for. Kind, caring, and funny without being mean. She’d offered JJ lunch, really insisting JJ eat with herself and Ashley. They’d even given JJ and her beat up old bike a ride home.

Ashley. Now there was an adorable kid. Maybe a little too chatty, but happy and sweet. She’d offered JJ a tour of the house while Debbie had prepared lunch, showing JJ the living room, the bathroom and her room. The tour had included introductions to all of Ashley’s stuffed animals and a peek at the tree house. JJ had agreed to come over in the next few weeks to play with Ashley, something she wasn’t sure about.

There were four years between them, but JJ felt older. She didn’t have a menagerie of stuffed animals with cute names like Button Bottom and Feisty Whiskers. The walls in her room had nothing on them. Bars were mounted on her window, her clothing stored in a plastic chest of clear drawers. Her bed was a second hand twin mattress with worn springs and torn stitching. Mack izmit escort had supplied her with the basics, but didn’t give a rat’s ass about her comfort or happiness.

JJ rolled to her side and stared at the wall. She wouldn’t mind playing with Ashley, the kid was cute and kinda spunky. It would be nice to play with someone who wouldn’t try to knock her teeth out, even if that someone was a talkative eight year old.

***

Ashley was sitting on the porch steps reading a short chapter book, one of her first, when a bike coming down the street caught her attention. “Mommy! JJ’s back!” Ashley squealed in delight. She jumped up and waved her arms happily, joined by her mother who brushed dirt from her knee pads.

“Well hello there JJ. It’s nice to see you again. What can I do for you?” Debbie welcomed the young girl with a smile and a friendly wave.

“I came by to play with Ashley.” JJ dismounted the bike and gave the little blonde a small smile.

“Then you ladies have fun, let me know if you need anything. I’ll be out here getting these flowers in tip top shape.” Having given her blessing Debbie turned back to the flower bed as Ashley bounced down the steps to grab JJ’s hand and tug her into the house.

“C’mon, you’ve gotta see my tree house. I have all kinds of cool stuff up there. Mom even lets me color up there.” Ashley babbled, leading JJ into the cool house.

JJ let Ashley pull her through the house and into the backyard, a tall tree near a corner, a modest wooden structure in its stout branches. The grass is green and well kept, a bike and other outside toys in a neat pile next to the house.

Turning her attention back to the tree, JJ watched Ashley climb the wooden planks nailed to the tree, forming steps to the tree house. Ashley crawled through the little swinging door, then called out, “C’mon slowpoke, it’s your turn!”

JJ climbed up and through the door, which Ashley closed with a small sliding bolt lock. The wooden floor was smooth beneath JJ’s hands and knees, a soft rug and a couple cushy pillows at one end. Shelves were built into the walls, holding books, a sketchbook and box of colored pencils and a few toys. The telescope made her smile as she settled against the smooth back wall.

Ashley turned and bounced in place, beaming. “What do you think?” she asked, spreading her arms wide.

JJ grinned, “It’s an awesome tree house. I wish I had one. I’d live in it, sleep in it at night too.” JJ looked up, adding “The only thing missing is a roof.”

“Dad stretches this tarp thing over the top when it’s going to rain. It keeps everything dry, so I can leave my toys and stuff up here.” Ashley explained, repositioning a doll so it sat up straighter.

“What do you usually do up here?” JJ asked, wrapping her arms around her legs, knees pulled up to her chin.

“Lots of things. I can read, or color, even bring up a snack if Mom says it’s okay. When my friends come over we come up here on sunny days and play.” Ashley giggled and leaned in close, “Sometimes we spy on the neighbors. The lady who lives behind us likes to swim without a swimsuit on.” She whispered, her bright blue eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

“No way.” JJ didn’t think an adult would do something like that, not during the day when anyone could look over a fence and see.

Ashley nodded, her eyes wide with suppressed laughter. “She does too. Comes outside without any clothes and jumps in to swim around. My friend Rebecca, everyone calls her Becca, saw it when she looked through the telescope.” Ashley pointed at the brass object laying on its shelf.

JJ looked at it, tempted to pick it up and check for herself. She was curious about what a grown up’s body would look like. She’d just had the puberty talk last year in school, learning about male and female anatomy, periods, erections, and hair in weird places. The teacher had put on videos with awkward acting that talked about dating, kissing, and even petting. They had made JJ want to squirm in her seat, her body uncomfortably warm and tingly as she watched boys and girls kissing chastely on screen. Mentally shaking her head JJ focused on Ashley’s constant stream of talking.

“And Becca said she had,” Ashley blushed and leaned in to JJ, “She said the lady had hair on her privates. Do you think that’s normal?” Ashley asked, looking worried.

JJ swallowed, but decided to answer as best she could. “I’ve heard it is. That everyone gets hair there as they grow up. Girls get breasts too, and boys can…grow beards.” JJ finished awkwardly. She didn’t want to have to explain an erection, since she didn’t really understand what an erection was. The explanation had been vague at best in class.

Ashley blinked at her, then shrugged. “I guess that makes sense. So how old are you?” she asked, leaning back against the pillows.

“I’m twelve.” JJ answered, taking the pillow Ashely offered.

The girls talked for a long time. Despite their age difference they had several similarities. Both kocaeli escort went to the local public grade school and had lived in the almost small town of Sienna Falls their entire life. Ashley wanted to try out for the school sports teams when she was old enough, something JJ encouraged. JJ herself had been on the basketball team the year before.

They agreed that pizza should be a staple part of their diets and that school was a necessary evil. Scary movies were fun to watch at night, but only if there was someone else watching too.

By the time JJ had to go home Ashley had begged her to come over again and play some more. JJ got inexplicably shy, but agreed to come by again. Ashley had beamed and given JJ a bone crushing hug then stepped back for JJ to get on her bike. Ashley stood at the end of the driveway and waved until she couldn’t see JJ anymore.

***

Ashley raced to the door when the doorbell rang. It was the last week of summer and JJ had finally agreed to come to the sleep over Ashley and her friends from school had planned. The other girls were excited to meet JJ, and a little awestruck to have an older girl hang out with them.

Flinging open the door Ashley squealed along with the girls on her doorstep. Rebecca and Sarah had arrived together as usual, since they were neighbors. Hugs and chatter happened immediately, Debbie and Ashley’s father John coming out of the kitchen to work out pick up times with Sarah’s dad. The girls headed straight for Ashley’s room, where overnight bags were stashed.

“So is she coming?” Rebecca asked, pushing her red bangs out of her eyes.

“Yes! But I think she’s nervous. Or maybe shy? I don’t think she has many friends.” Ashley spun in her desk chair, her braid flying out behind her.

“What’s she like? It’s so cool that you have an older friend. None of the older kids ever notice I’m there until they step on me.” Sarah pushed her glasses up her nose, perching primly on Ashley’s bed.

“She’s like us, just older. She’s really nice, but quiet, so don’t pester her with questions.” Ashley mock glared at Rebecca, who gave her a ‘who me?’ look.

Further questions were set aside when the doorbell rang again. The girls raced down the hall, the doorbell ringing over and over. “That’ll be Chloe, she always rings it more than once.” Ashley laughed as she unlocked the door.

Chloe stood on the step, looking over her shoulder at JJ, who stood behind her, staring back. Brenda elbowed Chloe to get her attention, “Okay, quit with the bell, the door is open.” She scolded, shaking her head when Chloe whipped her head around to see Ashley with Sarah and Becca in tow.

Ashley welcomed everyone inside while her parents talked pickup with Chloe’s. JJ’s bike was in its place, chained to the porch bannister. The girls raced back to Ashley’s room, Ashley falling behind the group to take JJ’s hand. “C’mon, we hang out in here until pizza gets here, then we get to take over the living room. Mommy said we can watch movies until midnight.” Ashley smiled up at JJ, happy to see the older girl smile back.

As promised, the girls didn’t bomb JJ with questions, but they did make sure to keep her a part of the conversation. Rebecca started it, by asking JJ what grade she’d be in when school started. After JJ answered, the group talked about what they thought the new school year might bring. JJ was able to give them some input, as a brand new seventh grader she had been through the third grade and could impart some knowledge.

Pizza was followed by ice cream with enough toppings to make a full-fledged sundae. JJ had never been so stuffed. She’d never had so much fun either. The girls might be younger than her, but they were just as fun as Ashley. They didn’t make fun of her baggy clothes or ask weird questions. They giggled over silly things and were wickedly competitive over board games. JJ’d never been part of a group that was so easy going and accepting. She liked the feeling. She could see herself getting used to it.

The girls played some Mario Kart, setting up a tournament that Brenda won. She and Chloe squabbled over who’d cheated until Rebecca rolled her eyes and suggested a movie. Sarah fell asleep first, which Chloe giggled over, nudging JJ and telling her Sarah was always the first one to fall asleep.

Chloe didn’t last much longer. The second movie was almost over when she fell asleep, followed by Rebecca. By eleven JJ was the only one still awake, the others curled up in the mass of pillows and blankets. JJ pretended to be asleep when Debra came out to check on them, smiling as she quietly tip toed through the sleeping girls to turn off the movie and television.

Lying in the dark, JJ wondered if this is what her life would have been like if she’d had a mother. Warm, happy, with good friends and a full belly every night. Maybe then Mack wouldn’t ignore her, or get so angry when he did notice her. He’d made her tag along to the liquor store two nights ago, sending her to the tall shelves in the back to get him a bottle. The old man at the register had looked surprised to see her come to the counter with the bottle held tightly in her hands. Mack had just grunted and cuffed her shoulder to direct her to the door after he’d paid the man.

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FIRST BLUSH

Chapter 2

For a few seconds my eyes were the only things that could move. I drank him in. Greg stood at the side of the bed watching me. I wondered what I looked like, splayed on the pillows, a boneless jellyfish of satisfaction.

“Hi,” I said.

He laughed. “Yeah. Hi.”

Then his gaze got sexy and intense again. He slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. I didn’t think I’d be able to get turned on again so soon but the moment he looked at me like that the room got hotter.

Greg took off his shirt. His skin looked naturally tan in the fading light coming in through the window. His shoulders looked even wider without the shirt on. He had just the tiniest beginning curve of a belly. I thought I saw a smattering of light brown hair on his chest, but in the dimming light I couldn’t be sure.

He kept looking at me while he undid his belt and fly, and took off his pants. He was wearing black boxer briefs. His thighs were bigger, more muscular than I’d expected. My mouth went dry and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth.

Suddenly I could move.

I crawled to him. When I reached the edge of the bed I got up on my knees and opened my arms. He stepped into him, and I hugged him, pressing every part of my body that I could up against his. I tucked my face into his neck and nuzzled my nose against him, breathing him in.

My heart bloomed open. I know a lot of people don’t believe in love at first sight, or maybe love at first fuck, but I knew what I felt. I didn’t ever want to be with anyone else.

“I’ll never know how to thank you,” I mumbled into his neck.

He barked out one loud burst of laughter.

“You? You’ll never know how to thank me ?

When he put it like that it did sound kind of silly.

I kissed down his chest. I had to get off the bed to be able to continue my descent. No more slow. I had to hurry. I kissed down his stomach. I kissed his hip through his underwear. I breathed warm air onto the fabric over his cock.

I pulled his underwear down and his cock sprang free, standing up large and prominent just inches from my face.

God yes.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said.

I went to put him in my mouth.

“No,” he said.

“No?”

Greg shook his head and offered me his hand to help me up, but I just knelt there staring at him.

“But—”

He shook his head again. “The next few minutes are all about you.”

“Minutes?” I asked teasingly.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice got low and husky. “After that it’s all about us.”

I licked my lips, which were suddenly dry.

“Come on baby, lie down on the bed,” he said.

I got up and laid down on the bed, face up. Greg made a motion with his hand for me to roll over and I did. I grabbed a pillow and put it under my head and turned my face toward the window. Greg moved my arms and settled them near my head.

I heard him open a drawer in the bedside table.

What was he doing?

I thought I heard his hands rub together.

He rubbed my shoulders for a minute. Oh, yum.

“God that’s great.”

“The body oil?”

“No, you.”

“Years of practice all designed to entrap unsuspecting redheaded mathematicians.”

“Yeah. Well, it’s working. It’s worked.”

He did that for a minute more and then said, “Okay, this is a tantra thing.”

Tantra?

He put both his hands on one of my ankles and glided his hands up my leg, over the muscles on one cheek of my ass, diagonally over my back, around one shoulder, and back down again without stopping in one long stroke. It was like he splayed his hands and closed them like the movements of a butterfly.

Then he did the other side, the same long, long stroke. It was the most sensual thing I’d ever izmit escort experienced. He was putting me in some sort of trance.

It felt too good for words. How could this be possible?

“Stupor,” I managed to say.

Bombs exploded. I jerked. Firecrackers. Oh. It was Memorial Day. I forgot.

He rubbed a small circle at the very base of my spine, then an even smaller circle at the small of my back, and a few more circles up at calculated intervals.

Chakras?

Greg did the long strokes again I went back into the incredible erotic daze. Greg traced his fingers down the crack of my ass.

Oh fuck yeah.

I felt something cold and gel-like squirt onto my asshole. Lube? Holy crap, was that lube? I tightened up.

“Eli? Say no, and we can stop right now. Say no, and we can stop at any time.”

My heart was squeezed in a giant fist. I forced it to unconstrict.

“I don’t want to stop,” I whispered.

Greg very gently inserted one finger into me.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered.

He moved his finger slightly, and I pushed back against him.

“Greg!” I yelled.

It was utterly foreign. My eyeballs rolled up into my head. I rotated my hips and my ass and squeezed my hands into fists and grit my teeth.

“More, Greg, more. Please. More.”

He chuckled, and it was the best sound I’d ever heard in my life. “Okay baby, whatever you want.”

Greg moved his finger in and out. My eyelids fluttered. The sound of my panting was so loud. It was like my panting was a roar; it was all I could hear. My brain threw curses at me one after another, but there was no way my mouth could form words.

The whole world was Greg.

He paused for a millisecond, and it felt like an eternity. He slowly stretched me apart, then waiting. I couldn’t even tell what he was doing, all I could tell was that everything felt good. Maybe he was moving his fingers in different patterns?

I couldn’t think.

He withdrew his fingers. More cold lube. His cock poised at my entrance. Pause.

Oh God, Greg. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.

It was like all my senses, were concentrated right there. Very slowly, very gently, Greg pushed his way in. The head of his cock pushed past, and then inch by inch he slid further in.

It was pleasure and pain in the best possible way.

Yes.

I made myself relax and experience it all the nth degree knowing I’d never have a first time again.

The sense of stretching and accommodation and fullness was so strange.

And so right.

I let out a huge groan.

Greg was completely still.

God he was huge.

And he felt fucking fantastic.

“Baby? Are you all right?”

I laughed. Hysterical laughter. I squeezed my ass muscles around him, hard.

He groaned.

I was flooded with power.

I had to try twice before I could speak. “What are you waiting for, Mr. Astrophysicist? A shooting star with your name emblazed across it?”

He pulled me up to my hands and knees and started to move.

“Aauugh!”

Nothing had ever felt so good in my life.

My hands kept slipping on the silky sheets. I braced with all I had, but I couldn’t keep my palms under me. I landed face down, ass up, and the pumping, oh God, the pumping. I was burning up all over. Wave after wave of light and heat were pouring through me, and I felt like Greg was going to fuck me through the headboard.

I think I was screaming.

Then Greg pulled out.

Oh my God, he’s gone.

What?

I couldn’t catch my breath. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t move. I must be red everywhere; I felt like blood was pounding through my entire body.

Need, need, need.

One thought cut through the overwhelming feeling I was going to explode.

Like a bucket of ice water on the burn.

Condom.

“Uh, Greg?” It came out like a squeak.

“Babe?” He was still there, close behind me. He rubbed izmit escort bayan one big hand down my back and I calmed.

“Uh…” I felt my cheeks redden again for a different reason. “Did you use a condom?” My voice was high and unsure.

He flopped down beside me. I glanced down at him. Big, and hard, and totally sheathed in a condom.

“Come here, Eli.” He gathered me into his side. Greg kissed me, his tongue licking into me like I was the most precious thing in the world. He broke off the kiss and brushed the back of his knuckles across my cheek. “I will take care of you.” He rolled on top of me. “Trust me, love. Please. Trust me to take care of you.”

I groaned.

He kissed me again.

“You all right?”

“Will you please stop asking that? I’m better than all right. I’ve never been so all right.” Even if I never see you again in my life, I’ll never be so right as I am right now.

“I’ll always ask you if you’re all right.”

Always? But I realized it was just a turn of phrase. He didn’t necessarily mean it the way I wanted him to mean it.

He lifted up a little and reached between us and stroked me. I bit my lip hard in an effort not to come.

He chuckled.

“More?” he asked.

I didn’t trust myself to speak. I nodded.

He stilled his hand.

“You sure?”

I still didn’t trust myself to speak or stop biting my lip but I let my eyes convey my thought. ‘Don’t make me hurt you.’

“So be it,” he said.

I exhaled a huge gust of air and my nostrils flared. I laughed.

God help me, I loved him.

I started laughing again.

He reached over for more lube. I stopped laughing abruptly.

I never thought about the mechanics of doing it face to face. Greg put a pillow under my ass. I felt scared, vulnerable again. It must have showed on my face.

“Hey Eli, look at me. Look at me.” He did that thing again where he tapped the bottom of his eyelid, and I zeroed in on his right eye.

“Baby,” he said softly. He entwined one hand in mine.

He kissed me and just like that I was filled with need, back in the game.

Oh God, fuck me. But of course I couldn’t speak.

He stopped kissing me for a second, unknotted our hands. I growled. Actually growled.

He chuckled.

The fucker.

But I think he was going for lube, so I should shut my brain up.

Greg kissed me again so he took care of that for me. Suddenly I was desperate to have him. I kissed him harder, tried to spur him on.

Then he was inside me.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes.” Pretty soon I was screaming again.

My eyes closed. He sped up, the in and out, absolutely perfect.

“Look at me.”

God no. That would be too intense.

But my eyes popped open like there was no way in the world I wouldn’t obey him.

Fuck, the way he was staring at me was hot.

It sounded like it came from far away I heard my own voice, raspy and low. “Faster. Harder.”

Now he was the one growling.

Yeah, this is where the ferocious came in.

Then he reached between us and grabbed hold of me. I bit my lip so hard I thought I’d draw blood.

His grunting sounds were delicious.

My chest was heaving, and I was sweating, and I wanted to come with him but there was no way I could last. “Can’t. Hold. Out.”

Words floated into my mind. ‘Trust me to take care of you.’

“Then don’t.” Greg said.

My toes were on fire. I came so hard my spine jacked off the bed. Bricks of white light smashed into me from every direction. The galaxy was exploding, and strangely I saw numbers flying in the air everywhere. I knew I must be making a mess between us. Greg was making the most amazing grunting noises. Then I felt his erection kicking hard inside me. Fuck, yes. I bit my lip, again.

He collapsed on top me. Yikes. I barely had time to get my legs out of the way.

“Off,” I said.

He izmit sınırsız escort laughed.

Greg got off the bed. Hey wait! That’s not what I meant. Where’s he going? Fuck. I should follow him, but I can’t move. My eyelids are like wet bags of cement; they weighed 1,000 pounds.

Something warm on my stomach. Washcloth?

“Mmmn,” I said.

Greg laughed. “Mmmn is right.”

“Drunk,” I said.

Greg laughed again.

“Great laugh,” I said.

He cuddled next to me. Oh, he felt so good.

“Are you okay?”

“Sooooo, tired.”

He laughed.

“Stop laughing.”

“Sore?”

“Floating.”

“Ready for round two?”

My eyes snapped open.

“Kidding.”

“I’d punch you in the arm, but that would require moving.”

He leaned over and brushed those velvety lips against mine. It was the consummate lover’s kiss, so soft. Yet I could feel a little bit of five o’clock shadow, why hadn’t I felt that before?

“Perfect,” I mumbled.

But then I was weeping.

What the…?

Big fat tears were rolling down my cheeks and onto Greg.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said.

I sniffed and looked away.

“What’s going on?”

I’m a wuss, that’s what.

“Sweatheart. Love. Talk to me.”

I shook my head.

Greg rolled over on his back and gathered me to him until my head was resting on his chest.

I couldn’t stop the tears.

“Hush. Shush.” He squeezed me harder.

God, I was just so grateful. It was pathetic. And then I got the hiccups. Great. Then, if that wasn’t enough. I blushed. Freakin’ fair coloring.

“Want a glass of water?”

I nodded.

Except then he got up. And I missed his heat.

Boy, do I have it bad. When he leaves me I’m going to be devastated. Stupid virgin.

Greg came back and I drank the entire glass of water.

“I guess this sex stuff is dehydrating work.”

He smiled. Damn. He’s got the sexiest smile.

“If you do it right.”

Greg put the glass down and clasped my face in his palms. He kissed me softly.

“You all right?”

“You ask me that again….” I had no way to finish the sentence. “It’s just”—I stopped there for a moment—”You’re intense.”

“We’re intense.”

I nodded in his hands.

I wiped under my eyes. Now I’m probably splotchy too. Great. Next time I’m coming back as a black guy. This fair skin is for the birds.

“Sorry about chicking out on you like that,” I said pulling away.

He made a face. Greg laid down on his back and settled me into him until my face was cozied up onto his chest. I lazily darted out my tongue and flicked one nipple.

“Whatever you need is fine. You know that.”

Greg rubbed my back. He took my leg and placed it over him. We fit.

He pulled covers over us. “Stay the night?” he whispered.

“Of course,” I whispered back. I tilted my head up to look at him. “Besides, you drove me here. You’ve got me captive.”

Greg smiled that ‘cat ate the canary’ smile again. “Yeah. I’ve got you right where I want you. And don’t you forget it.”

We were silent for a minute, and I drifted off.

“I’m friends with one of the math professors,” Greg said. “I’m pretty sure she could use a teacher’s assistant.”

“Ummn,” I said. I think I was dreaming. In my dreams he wanted me to move out here. I hope I remembered this in the morning. Numbers floated in my head. They were the colors of his eyes. Then words floated among them. They too were goldens and browns, mahogany and whiskey, ‘Remember what he said. For next time.’

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I went home to lie down awhile. I napped until 11:30 then called Beegee.

“Do you have plans this afternoon that you can’t break?” she asked. “I have something to show you.”

“Sure, I can make it,” I said “When and where?”

Why don’t you meet me at that McDonalds out on East 50 at two O’clock?” she asked. “You know the one where the speed limit drops to 45.”

“O.K. See you there.” I said.

I was sitting in the McDonald’s parking lot looking for I didn’t know what, a Porsche, Bentley, Jaguar? She showed up in an older Ford Pinto.

“I didn’t know what to expect,” I told her. “But I certainly didn’t expect this.”

“This is our rendezvous car,” she said. “I bought us a little place out in Christmas so we will have a place of our own to meet. I thought it would be better if we didn’t draw attention to ourselves.”

She was dressed in baggy blue jeans and a plaid shirt. If I didn’t know what a beautiful body she had, I certainly wouldn’t know by the way she was dressed.

We drove out to the community of Christmas and turned off onto a county road. It was paved for about six miles then it became a graveled road. About three fourths of a mile later, we turned into a dirt driveway where a small house stood on about an acre of land. The acre was fenced and there was nothing but trees beyond the fence.

“Beegee, how in the hell do you think that we could draw attention to ourselves out here?” I asked. “We could be wearing red, white, and blue and setting off fireworks and no one would notice.”

“Hey, it’s better to be safe than sorry,” she said with a laugh.

When we went inside, she asked, “Well, what do you think? Isn’t this just the perfect little hideaway?”

Looking around, I noticed that except for the bed, everything looked like early Salvation Army. The bed, however, was luxurious. It was king-sized and of the perfect firmness for its intended purpose. The headboard was an old-fashioned wrought iron bedstead. Beegee wasted no time losing her clothes and like a butterfly coming out of her cocoon, she showed her real beauty.

I have seen beautiful women in movies and magazines and a few in real life but Beegee was the one woman that came nearest to perfection that I have ever had strip for me with the purpose of mutual satisfaction. She was within an inch of my height, which was an even six feet. She had a mane of jet-black hair that had a life of its own. Her breasts were huge but fit her body perfectly. I would guess their size at about 38D. They were round and separated with silver-dollar-sized dark pink areoli topped with oh so suckable eraser sized nipples that stood out about an inch when aroused.

She bounced onto the bed and I shed my clothes in record time. I joined her on the bed and in no time we were locked in a passionate embrace. We were getting into the feeling when I pulled back from her and got off the bed.

I went over to my pants and removed a restraint from my pocket. I had made the restraint by attaching two Velcro straps to a third strap with two eighteen inch lengths of seventy-pound monofilament fishing line. I said, “Last time, we did it your way, now it’s my turn.”

I saw the look on her face when she saw the restraint and I said, “I’m not into S&M. This will be pleasurable torture.”

She seemed to relax. I quickly wrapped one Velcro strap to each of her wrists and the center strap to the middle of the wrought iron headboard. Her arms were above her head loosely bound but in a way that I could turn her over at will. I began kissing and licking her forehead and then kissed down over her cheeks but stayed away from her mouth. I kissed her chin and onto her neck. I turned her so that I could work on the tender area on the nape of her neck. I kissed and tongued the back of her neck and used my teeth to play bite her. Goose bumps jumped up all over her body. I continued alternating between kissing and play biting. She was moaning and cooing. She would shiver and then make oohing sounds.

I kissed my way down her back and spent several minutes on her delicious butt. I kissed and nibbled her ass cheeks and pulled her cheeks apart and licked her crack. I ignored her asshole only because I thought it might be too sensitive and I wanted to make this last. I did spend a few minutes on that little area between her asshole and her pussy and she seemed to like that.

I turned her onto her back and stared in awe at this beautiful woman. Her big round breasts stood away from her chest. I began with the left breast and tongued around the base and up the sides of her slopes but did not touch the puckered areola or the erect nipple standing proud atop its gorgeous breast mound. I kissed the cleft between her breast and moved to the right globe. Beegee was wiggling from side to side trying to guide her nipples to my lips but I would move just ahead of her. I kissed and tongued her navel and stomach. I worked my way down to her thighs and licked up to but not quite reaching her pubic area.

Finally, I lay between Beegee’s beylikdüzü escort long beautiful legs and very carefully ran my tongue along her outer lips. She placed her legs over my shoulders and tried to pull my face into her pussy but I resisted. I pushed her knees into the air and she rolled up on her back. I quickly licked the crack of her ass including her puckered sphincter.

“Oh my God,” she cried. “What are you doing to me?”

I pulled myself up onto my knees and lay my cock along Beegee’s pussy lips but not so it would rub her clitoris. I leaned forward and licked the areola of her left breast. My dick was soaked with her pussy juices and the heat coming from her vagina almost burned me. Around and around the areola my tongue traced a circular pattern. I moved to the right breast and repeated the same action. I slowly slid my stiff member into her waiting pussy. She almost derailed my plans with the control she had of her vaginal muscles. She was milking me expertly. I very slowly stroked in and out until I felt her begin to orgasm. I withdrew and pulled away from her body. Her head had been moving back and forth and uhuhuhuh sounds were coming from deep within her throat. When I withdrew, her head stopped and her eyes opened wide.

I waited until she came down a little and I reinserted my cock. Again, I slowly pumped in and out of her until she was about to orgasm and I quit again.

Beegee said, “Please oh please.”

“Please what?” I asked.

“Please fuck me and let me cum,” she begged.

I rammed into her and fucked her with a passion. I leaned forward and took one nipple and then the other into my mouth and punished them with my lips, tongue, and teeth. Our orgasms began and it shook me to my core. With one hand I released the Velcro straps from her wrists and her arms and legs wrapped around me. Our mutual orgasms seemed to last for hours but I’m sure it was only minutes. She straightened her right leg and we rolled onto our sides. We lay there in the afterglow of our union. We were wrapped in each other’s arms and were wet with the sweat of our lovemaking. We were happy and peaceful and satisfied in body and soul.

We were lying there with Beegee’s head resting on my shoulder. I was lazily toying with her breast as she rested her arm across my stomach. “What made you think that I would enjoy being restrained?” she asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I answered. “It was just an idea. But did you like it?”

“I don’t know if it was having my hands tied or that slow torture you put me through, she said. “You really had me going there. That was a very good cum.”

“What is your favorite fantasy,” I asked.

“Why do you want to know?” she asked. “Are you going to blackmail me or something?”

“If I wanted to blackmail you, I might have enough evidence already,” I said. “I was just making conversation. Anyway, you don’t have to be defensive with me.”

I’m beginning to believe that,” she said. “It’s just that fantasies are so, I don’t know, personal.”

“And fucking isn’t?” I asked.

“Yeah, I guess so,” she said. “O.K. Promise you won’t laugh and I’ll tell you.”

“That’s all right,” I said. “As I said, I was just making conversation. Why don’t you wait until you get to know me better.”

“No, really,” she said. “I’d really like to tell you. But you can’t laugh. O.K.?”

“I promise,” I said.

“I’ve always kind of wanted to be in a threesome,” she said. “You know, a man and a woman and me. Have you ever done that?”

“Yeah, it was sorta fun.” I said thinking back to Pam, Lucy, and I.

“I can tell,” she said as she reached over and took my rock hard cock in her hand and gently stroked me. “Let’s don’t waste this. I’d like to have a nice gentle fuck before we have to go.”

She swung her leg over mine and was straddling me in what seemed like a single fluid move. She positioned herself with her heavenly entrance over my cock and lowered onto me. She began rocking back and forth and as she did, my cock was sliding in and out of her. She started doing that thing she does with her vaginal muscles. She was so tight to start with and then her pussy walls would grip my cock and milk it. It was all I could do to hold back. It was exquisite torture. I used both hands to play with her beautiful breasts and my thumbs to flick her big stiff nipples.

The first clue that Beegee is losing it and the pleasures of orgasm are taking over is the slight difference in the way her pussy walls feel. They go from her having full control, little by little, to full chaos – pulsing, vibrations, and quivers. That is just what happened. And at the peak of her pleasure, I joined her, mixing my juices with hers and feeling them flow out of her and over my balls and down the crack of my ass. As she was coming down, she leaned forward and lay against my chest.

We got out of bed and took a shower together. I noticed that there had been some structural modifications in the shower. It was larger and had better water pressure and much more escort beylikdüzü hot water than you would expect in an old country house. I’m not sure that the city water lines ran out that far. That was all nice but what held my attention was Beegee’s body. We washed each other and had a good time teasing and laughing.

Before we left the shower, she hugged me and said, “I enjoy fucking with you. One of the best things I like about you is that you fuck for fuck’s sake. You don’t think that you have to be in love with me to give me extreme pleasure. I’m glad we got together.”

I said, “If you keep talking like that, you’re going to be late for whatever you’re going to do next.”

As we were winding our way out of Christmas, I asked Beegee, “Have you ever had the opportunity to live out your fantasy?”

“Not yet,” she said.

“Would you like to?” I asked.

“Are you thinking about making it happen?” she asked. “Do I know the woman?”

“I’ll see what I can work out,” I answered. “And yes you have seen this woman.”

“It’s not Sarah, is it?” she asked. “I’ve always suspected that you were sleeping with her.”

“Well, I not,” I said. “I was talking about Lucy.”

“Oh my God, Lucy!” she exclaimed. “She’s just a baby.”

She was kind of snickering when she said, “Why you SOB, you’re fucking Lucy” She seemed to be thinking it over and continued, “That might be fun. Yeah, see what you can work out.”

“I don’t want it to happen at our place,” I said. “Maybe we could get out of town, one Sunday.”

“Make it this Sunday, if you can,” she said. “I’ll call you Friday to see if you could work it out.” She laughed, “Little Lucy, O.K.”

Handing her a slip of paper, I said, “Here’s my home number in case I’m not at the plant..”

We pulled into the McDonald’s and said our good-byes without kisses. You never know who’s watching.

When I arrived at my apartment, I noticed that it was 6:10. I thought I might take a chance on catching Lucy and called the plant.

Lucy answered, “Cooper Cleaners, this is Lucy. How may I help you?”

“Is this that sexy little woman that works behind the counter and makes my dick hard?” I asked.

“Yes it is,” she replied. “And I’d make it soft again, if you were here.”

“I bet you would,” I said. “I damn sure know you could and if it wasn’t so late, I’d hightail it over there for that express purpose.”

“I could come to where you are,” she said.

“That would be great but I have a meeting in about an hour,” I lied. Even though I have fairly fast sexual recuperative time, the sheer volume of sex that I had engaged in during the past seventy-two hours was catching up with me.

“Not that I feel that I need a reason,” I began, “I do have one this time. You mentioned that you enjoyed what you, Pam, and I did and might want to do it again. Do you still feel that way?”

“Sure, when are we going to get together again?” she asked.

“I was thinking that this Sunday afternoon we might drive over to Titusville and have lunch at Paul’s Smokehouse. Then later we could go to a hotel and have some fun.” I posited.

“How is she going to get away from her little dicked husband?” Lucy asked.

“Oh,” I said. “It isn’t going to be with Pam. And Lucy, if you can make it, this is something that you can never, ever talk about. Understand?”

She answered thoughtfully, “So far, my whole sex life has been centered around you and I don’t think that talking about it could come to any good. In fact, through talking about it, I might lose you and I’m not ready to do that yet. So we already have a secret and this will only add to it. As to if I can make it. Of course I can. Who is it, anyway?”

“Beegee Cuningham,” I said.

“You’re fucking Beegee Cuningham?” she asked incredulously. “Man, you’ve got balls!”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” I stated.

“It could be,” she stated. “Let’s see. You’re fucking the beautiful wife of the wealthiest man in Florida. Yeah, what could go wrong there?”

“Are you sure that you are not just jealous?” I asked.

“No, I guess that I take it as a compliment that you could be fucking her and still want to be with me,” she said.

“Lucy, I was seeing her before you and I began having a relationship,” I said. “My relationship with you has nothing to do with my relationship with Beegee. You are special and unique and I have never had better sex with anyone than I have with you. I see sex though your eyes as new and exciting…and it is. You epitomize sex as I have always seen it.

“When Beegee and I talked about maybe having a threesome, you were the only name that came to mind. I could not think of anyone who I think would or could approach this as an adventure. I mentioned you to Beegee and she was immediately intrigued. And, honey, even though she is older than you and I, she is somewhat naïve and you may have to take the lead. Are you comfortable with that?”

“Hmm,” she mused. “Me as sexual teacher, I think I like that. beylikduzu escort I know you have to go. Will I see you before Sunday?”

“If you don’t have plans for tomorrow night, why don’t you come up to my condo?” I asked. “I’ll call you and give you directions tomorrow about six. O.K.?”

“I’d love to,” she said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Lucy could have reacted in a lot of ways but I sure did like the way this was going. I’ll have a good evening with Lucy tomorrow night and then on Sunday, Beegee, Lucy, and I will play.

My ringing phone shook me from my reverie. “Hello” I answered.

“Hi there,” it was Sarah’s voice. “Have you got a few minutes?”

“Sure, what’s on your mind?” I asked.

“One time you suggested that maybe we should use the phone when we talk about sex,” she said. “I was just thinking about what you did in the office this morning and I just wanted to call and thank you. That was really nice.”

“Sure Sarah,” I said without knowing what to say when a woman thanks you for fingering her to orgasm.

Sarah had more on her mind but was hesitant to say. She managed to talk about the weather, the plant, and her finances. She finally she got around to talking about what the call was all about. She asked, “If you’ve got a little time and don’t mind, could you talk sexy to me a little?”

Sarah had probably never heard of phone sex but that was what she was asking me to do for her now. I thought about it a moment and decided that it wasn’t how good the giver of phone sex was that mattered as much as the state of readiness the receiver was in. I asked, “Sarah, what room are you in and what are you wearing?”

“I’m in my bedroom and since I just took a bath, I’m only wearing a robe,” she answered.

Well, here goes, “Take your robe off and lie on the bed. I’m going to talk about what I ‘m doing to you and whatever I say my hands are doing, I want your hands to do. For example, my right hand is now stroking your left cheek and now I’m moving it down to your left breast. I am massaging your left breast and running the palm of my hand over your nipple. I continue rubbing your nipples as I look at your body.

“I’m thinking how beautiful your breasts are. They look like alabaster mounds with little flakes of chocolate sprinkled over them. I want so much to kiss them and twirl your hard little nipples with my tongue but for now I will let my hand do the work that my mouth, lips, and tongue want to do.”

I could hear her breathing becoming labored as I continued, “My left hand is coming up to play with your beautiful breasts as my right hand moves down over your smooth stomach to your gorgeous red-haired pussy. I wet my fingers in your love juices and use your juice to oil your clitoris. I can’t help but think how great it would feel for you if I replaced my fingers with my mouth and used my lips and tongue to toy with your clit. I’d like to run my tongue the length of your slit and taste your juices and return to your love button to swirl it around my tongue and take a little nip with my hungry lips.

“Now I’m putting two fingers into your hot pussy and moving my left hand to play with your clit. I’m pushing and pulling my fingers in and out of your pussy. I know you’re thinking of how much better it would feel if it was my hot, hard cock pumping in and out of your pussy causing those little tingles to start traveling up your spine as your juices flow out around my cock and down the crack of your ass.”

“Oh, oh, oh, uh, uh, uh” was coming through the phone receiver. Then Sarah yelled, “I’m coming. Oh my God, I’m coming so much and so hard.” We were both quiet for maybe four or five minutes. All I could hear through the phone was Sarah’s breathing. Then she blurted, “Thank you so much. I’ve got to go now.”

I thought, “She’s got to work on her exit lines.” I quickly removed my clothes and drifted off to sleep. I awoke at about three o’clock in the morning. I showered and dressed and drove to the plant to get some information that Carla, my accountant, had been bugging me about. My plan was to quickly review the material and sign those pages where signatures were necessary and be at breakfast before Sarah came to work. It seemed that my plan was working. I signed the last signature page and put the document into a Manila envelope and was headed for the back door at 4:37. I paused when I heard a noise at the door. Sarah opened the door, came inside, and locked it behind her.

“Well, you’re here bright and early,” she said with a big smile. “I’m glad you are because I wanted to thank you for last night. It was really great. I can’t find words to describe what that did to me.”

She came to me and hugged me with both arms. She was holding me tight and her head was on my shoulder. I was acutely aware of her firm breast pressing against my chest. I was also aware of the stirring I felt in my groin. I started to speak but she stopped me.

“Please don’t say anything, just let me finish,” she said. “I married my husband at seventeen. We were just dumb country kids and knew nothing about sex. What we learned was by trial and error. His dad and brothers had told him everything they knew about sex and that was what he did. He would get on, put it in, and push it in and out until it felt good…to him.

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She pulled her pickup into the driveway, breathing a sigh of relief. She loved her husband dearly, but she also appreciated the rare nights that he went out and left her with time to herself. She had definite plans for herself tonight and her relief came from the confirmation that his car was not there.

She grabbed her briefcase and headed inside, grabbing the mail on her way in the front door. After a quick thumb through the mail, she decided to wait on dinner, left the mail and her briefcase on the counter and headed to the bedroom.

She looked at herself in the big mirror over her dressing table and thought she didn’t look too bad. She was wearing a mauve business suit, with the skirt just above her knees, and a lavender blouse. She always thought her long, thick red hair looked even nicer with her mauve and dark green outfits.

Knowing her husband would be out when she got home that night, she’d even selected some extra sexy lingerie to wear under her suit. Consequently, she’d been feeling somewhat randy all day long. Watching herself in the mirror, she unbuttoned her suit jacket and let it slide down her arms, pushing her breasts out as she did. She could see her nipples pressing out against her blouse as she hung the jacket over the chair at her dressing table.

Gently, she brushed her fingers over her nipples before beginning to unbutton her blouse. The smooth, pale white of her cleavage came into sight before the dark purple of her low-cut bra. She pulled her blouse open, exposing her 34C breasts in their lacy confinement, her nipples nearly popping through the material. Her blouse soon joined her jacket and she ran her hands over her breasts, but left her bra on.

She ran her hands down over the smooth skin of her stomach and around to the back of her skirt. She unfastened the waist of the skirt and slowly lowered the zipper while staring at swell of her tits in the mirror. She beylikdüzü escort paused briefly then let the skirt drop to her ankles, sucking in her breath as if seeing herself undressing for the first time.

Before bending to pick up the skirt, she admired herself in the mirror – the dark purple of her bikini panties and garter belt against her pale white skin, the long straight lines of the garters themselves down the front of her smooth thighs and the dark stockings to which the garters were connected. She knew she was dripping wet without having to look at the wet spot on her panties.

She turned and looked into the mirror over her shoulder, seeing the narrow strip of her thong between her pale cheeks, then bent over to pick up her skirt. She continued to admire her ass as she did so, but once she had the skirt in her grasp, turned back toward the mirror while still bent over to see how her cleavage looked. Her tits hung from her chest like two alabaster globes, only more jiggly. She stood and hung her skirt over the chair with the rest of her discarded clothing.

She cupped her breasts again, still confined in the sexy bra, and gently tugged her erect nipples. Her gaze alternated from looking down at her hands on her tits to her reflection in the mirror. Watching herself in the mirror, she felt very voyeuristic, almost as if she were watching someone else instead of herself. She allowed one of her hands to drop down, sliding over her stomach to the front of her panties.

She alternated playing with each of her tits with her right hand while her left rubbed harder and harder up and down the front of her panties. She was making herself incredibly hot and knew that she was building herself up for one hell of an orgasm. Bringing her left hand back up, she grasped the front of her bra in both hands and unfastened the front clasp.

“Deftly” unfastened, she noted to herself. It seemed beylikduzu escort that word was most frequently used in reference to unfastening bras, at least in the stories she loved to read on the internet. Hmmm, she thought as she paused, some light reading on her favorite erotic story website would go well with dinner once she was finished here.

She let her bra slide down her arms and drop to the floor as she stared at her milky white globes in the mirror. Her light pink nipples were hard and her aureoles were taut and she suddenly wished she could suck them. Instead, she took a nipple in each hand, gently pulling and twisting them in her fingers. She knew she couldn’t tease herself any longer and dropped both hands between her thighs, spreading her legs even as she stood there.

Again alternating her gaze from looking down to looking in the mirror, she rubbed both hands over the front of her panties before venturing inside. She pulled the crotch aside with one hand, allowing herself to embed two fingers of her other hand into her dripping depths. With a groan, she began pumping her fingers in and out of herself while releasing the crotch of her panties. She jammed her other hand into the waistband and started to vigorously rub her erect clit.

Glancing in the mirror again, she realized that there was a better way to go about this. Pulling both hands free, she grasped both sides of her panties and shoved them down. As she stepped out of them, she looked herself over in the mirror as she backed toward the bed. Her fiery red pubes were perfectly framed by the garter belt and garters, standing out brilliantly from her pale skin.

When the back of her legs touched the end of the bed, she sat down and scooted herself backward. Lying on her back in the middle of the bed, she could no longer see herself in the mirror, but she didn’t care anymore. She was at the point now where she just wanted escort beylikdüzü to make herself cum. She went back to rubbing her clit with one hand while pumping two fingers in and out of herself with the other. Her ass was rising off the bed as she pushed her hips upward in rhythm with her masturbating. She was actually moaning out loud now, thankful the weather was cool enough that the windows were all closed, but she felt there was one thing that could make this moment even better.

Pausing briefly, she retrieved her favorite toy from its secret hiding place. In place again on her back in the middle of her bed, she placed the tip of the thick, veiny dildo against her pussy lips and gave a push. She sucked in her breath as she embedded her faux cock as deep as she could take it, then began vigorously pumping it in and out while again massaging her clit. Her ass again bounced up and down on the bed and she was practically crying out in ecstasy.

As her orgasm approached, she felt her body tense up more and more causing her to arch up off the bed. Finally, like a rubber band snapping, her orgasm hit her hard and she went limp on the bed. Her hands continued to work her pussy as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, causing her to convulse and shudder on the bed. Even after she let her hands fall limply to her sides, she continued to experience several aftershocks before she finally breathed a sigh of contented relief.

She lay and caught her breath until her grumbling stomach reminded her that she hadn’t eaten dinner yet. She slipped her toy free and sucked her juices off it before returning it to its hiding spot. Catching her reflection in the mirror again, she gave herself the once over again. She decided against pulling anything else on and headed toward the kitchen wearing only her garter belt and stockings.

As she warmed up some leftovers for dinner, she turned the computer on and connected to the internet. Walking around in almost nothing, she could feel herself starting to heat up again already. She sat at the computer eating her dinner and reading, and it was no surprise that her hands soon found their way between her legs again.

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