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He walked off the plane and went to collect his bags, excited that he was now so close to her. Even though it would be some time before they were actually together, at least they were once again going to be able to hold each other. He collected his bags and picked up his rental car and finally made it onto the road leading away from the airport…

He had met her far in the north and had learned to love her mind before he had learned to love her body. She was remarkable with her professionalism and integrity, her poise and grace. It was only later that he had come to run his hands over her skin, stroking softly when she was asleep, and stroking harder when she was awake in order to make her breath come in short gasps. She had excited him until he felt that he could grow no harder, his orgasms amazing him with the pleasure that they brought.

He checked into the hotel and turned on the shower allowing the water to run freely over his body. He toweled himself dry and then dressed, imagining as he put each item of clothing on his body, how it would feel to have her take each item off later that evening, her lips following her fingers as she exposed his body. He started to imagine his undressing her, but stopped himself, preferring instead to keep his excitement within reasonable limits, and besides, he had already played out those thoughts so many times in the darkness of his own bedroom. Her flight did not come in for some hours so he strolled along the canal, enjoying the fresh air and the calm, even though he could hear the vehicular noise of the nation’s capital. He sat on a bench and watched the ripples in the water trying hard to quell the anticipation that was welling up inside his body. Finally it was time to meet her from her flight and for them to start their weekend together, a weekend that they had looked forward to since he had suggested it to her, a weekend that promised to be full of touching and laughing, caressing and clutching, sweating and orgasms.

He got into his car and drove to meet her…

He parked the car and approached the arrivals door. He stood by the automatic doors and strained to see up the stairs each time someone triggered the sensor that activated the swinging doors, made conscious of security with their frosted glass. Each time the doors opened his heart skipped a beat until he saw that it was not the person for whom he waited but another traveller; his heart would relax and then would skip again mere seconds later as the door would open again. He had been there for a long time, so eager he was not to be late.

The door opened again. . . a business man came through and the doors started to close again.

He had not planned anything for their time together even though he found that hard, as organization was in his blood from when he was in the military. He was not used to not having a plan but, even though he had started to plan things for them to do, he had stopped himself each time as he knew that the only thing that really mattered was that they spent time together.

More passengers came out. . . but still she wasn’t among them. . .

He remembered the first time that they had made love, the first time that he had undressed her, the first time that he had tasted her, and the first time that he had heard her cry out as he made her body shake in orgasm. He felt himself getting excited and tried to think of something else…without success. He wanted her so much but knew that they would tease each other for a while first.

The doors opened again. . . and then he saw her. His face broke out into such a grin and he was happy to see that she had a smile from ear to ear as well. He walked up to her, his eyes looking at her beauty, savouring each moment and then he took her into his arms. He held her close and she wrapped her arms around him and nothing else mattered around them. He brushed his lips against her ear and whispered one word. . . “wow”. . .

They held hands as they waited for her luggage. He had always been uncomfortable with silence but now it seemed as if there didn’t need to be any words. The bags came and they walked to the car. . . in no time at all they were driving towards Ottawa. He had reached across and taken her hand in his and she had then clasped his hand tightly between both of hers. He looked across and watched her hair surreptitiously and was sure that, at that exact moment, there wasn’t a happier man in the world.

They arrived at the hotel and he took her to the room and kissed her on the lips. . . quickly and then pulled away. “I’ll see you in the bar,” he said.

He went down to the hotel bar and sat on one of the stools opposite the mirrors and glass shelves with their choices of drink. He ordered a beer and a shot of whisky, Scottish whisky of course. He sat and looked at himself in the mirror and amazed at the fact that she found him attractive. He had never felt himself handsome, and knew it was not the case, but he kuşadası escort knew that he was able to compensate by being fun to be with, by being caring and honest. . . not all male models could boast the same. He thought of the circumstances between them, how they had planned just to enjoy each other’s company for a short time until she had left, and how they had both developed feelings beyond those which they had planned. He thought also of how his life had been thrown into turmoil by a call from someone of whom he had thought often over the years and how he felt he had no option but to pursue, to see if he had been right or, at the least, to get her out of his system so that he could move on. He took a sip of his whisky and felt it burn down his throat as he thought of how terrified he had been at having to tell her about all of this and how amazing she had been, realistic and mature. Now, here they were about to do the one thing that neither of them had done before. . . enjoy a weekend based not only on physical passion but primarily so. He wanted to feel guilty but could not as she had become one of his best friends and the physical attraction between them was so strong.

He heard a noise, and turned to see her standing at the door of the bar. She wore a cocktail dress that showed off her body to perfection. She had showered and lingered as the water flowed over her body. She had washed away the dryness that came from aircraft flight and had let her fingers linger on her breasts and between her legs, but not too long as she wanted her next orgasm to come from his fingers and tongue. She had brought herself to orgasm several times over the phone as he whispered to her and couldn’t decide if those counted as orgasms that came from him or from her. . . what did it matter?!

As he walked to meet her, he realized that they looked like the finest couple, he in his suit and her in her little black dress. . . he knew that people were looking at them with envy. He held her and kissed her ear and it made her catch her breath. . . she had waited to feel his lips there for so many weeks. She had not worn any underwear and felt herself start to get wet at the touch of his hand on her bare back, for the dress hung low. She was sure that she could feel him harden as he pressed himself against her. . .

As the two of them held each other it was obvious to all in the room the connection between the too. As she took a step back she looked at the man who cared so much about her, the man who made her feel like nothing else in the world mattered, the man who was here with her. She could feel the eyes of everyone in the room watching the two of them, but the only thing that she could concentrate on was how amazing he looked and how much she wanted to reach out to him. As he led her to the bar she could not help but remember their first night together. How he touched her, how he allowed the oil to run down her body, between her legs. How he caressed her body, lingering for a moment at the sensitive areas, making her quiver with anticipation of what would be coming next.

She sat at the bar making sure that the edge of her cocktail dress covered most of her thigh, but left enough showing so his fingers would be able to run slowly up and down. As they drank their eyes never left each other, each wondering what the other was thinking or imagining. Their talk was small, mostly about the flight, maybe a couple of jokes by him so he could watch her face redden.

Her hand was lightly placed upon his leg and with every movement would move slowly upward toward the hardness of his pants. Her excitement was building as she felt herself becoming wetter as he spoke and moved. There was no one else that mattered in the room but the two of them. As the bartender filled their drinks he excused himself for a moment, lightly brushing her breast as he stood. He could tell how she was feeling by the way her hand was lingering upon his. As he walked away she could not help but think how lucky she was to find a man who was interested in her mind before her body. How he treated her like she wanted to be treated. She found her self thinking about the innocent flirting that had brought them together and was amazed how something so innocent could result in something so powerful. As he walked back into the bar she could not help but feel a tingle of excitement between her legs. As he ran his fingers across her back she could not imagine being anywhere else. His hand reached towards her, she placed hers in it and was easily led on to the floor. Where they held each other close slowly swaying to the music. Her hands lightly caressing the back of his neck and his fingers slowly running over her lower back. She lightly kissed the side of his neck and slowly worked her way up to nibble upon his ear. His light moans let her know that this evening was to be something special. Something that she had been looking forward to since they had first made plans to meet in the city. As the music stopped he whispered in her ear and led her…

…to the elevator. She blushed knowing that everyone in the bar knew where they were going…that, in just a few moments, he would be inside her. She knew that all the men in the bar were jealous of him and that the women were jealous of her.

The elevator door closed behind them and he held her close, his tongue entering her mouth and his hand pulling up the back of her short skirt and caressing her naked buttock. He pulled her close and she could feel him, hot and hard against her leg. Suddenly they felt the elevator slow…it couldn’t be their floor as they were high up…someone was coming in!! They pulled away and stood there as the door opened. It was obvious to the woman who entered the elevator that she had intruded on something and she smiled and the two of them as the door shut.

As the elevator continued on its journey, he brushed his hand back and forth against her ass and watched her blush again.

Soon the door opened and, smiling at the woman, they stepped out and into the corridor. They almost ran to the hotel room and as he fumbled with the key, she gripped his cock in her hand, squeezing it and enjoying how hard she could make him.

The door opened and they almost fell inside…

He pulled her inside and kissed her hard, his hands roaming over her back and shoulders and their tongues intertwined. He pushed her back onto the bed and she lay there, on her back, staring at him as he lit some candles in the room, and turned off the artificial light. She watched him in the candlelight and he removed his jacket and tie…slowly so that she could enjoy the view, but not in a strip tease kind of way. He turned on some music and she realized that he must have brought the CD player himself and chosen the music as soft saxophone music filled the room. The night was perfect.

He removed her shoes and let his hands run up the insides of her legs to her knees, then he stopped and grasped her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. She loved it when he was forceful with her. Their lovemaking could be soft and tender, which was fantastic, but also could be hard and passionate, which was breathtaking. Once he had pulled her hair and told her that she was a slut as he pushed hard into her from behind and she found this exciting, but tonight, for now at least, he reverted to being soft as his hands ran up the backs of her legs, higher and higher, finally reaching the tops of her thighs and moving onto her naked buttocks. Her back arched and she tried to press her hips downwards, as if to maneuver his hands onto her pussy. He pressed slightly against her thighs and her legs opened and she knew that he was now looking at her newly shaved pussy.

Suddenly she gasped as she felt his tongue enter her and then flick against her clit…

She had been waiting for this since she got off of the plane. As his tongue pushed its way inside her she could feel herself building inside. Quicker and quicker her breaths became until she could hold it no more. He watched her as she came. Her face and chest turning the crimson red he remembered from the times before. She smiled knowing that this would not be the first time tonight he would give her such pleasure.

He crawled up towards her and met her mouth with his. She could still taste herself slightly upon his lips. Her hands fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, slowly she undid them, kissing each part of his body that was visible as the shirt was removed. She loved this part. The part where she could lay him on his back and find the sensitive parts to his body. She loved running her tongue up and down the center of his body. With each stroke she would move lower and lower towards the hardness in his pants. As she undid the buttons of his pants her excitement grew and she knew that it would not take long for her to cum again.

His cock was hard as she placed it in her mouth. Slowly letting it explore the inside of her mouth. She let the tip of her tongue flicker over the tip of his cock, she had learned his sensitive spots from earlier times. She pushed him inside her mouth as deep as he wanted. Her only goal now was to pleasure him. Faster and faster he moved inside her mouth growing harder with every push. She slowly took her hands and placed his balls in them. Slowly rubbing at first but quickening the pace faster and faster. She knew that he was cumming by the hardness of his cock. She loved hearing him groan knowing that she was the one who could bring him to such pleasure. Faster and faster she moved. She could hear him saying he was cumming, the two of them moving in motion now. He removed her hair so he could watch her move and pleasure him. Finally he came, The explosion in her mouth was amazing. Usually she would run to the bathroom, but knowing that their time together was brief she slowly let his fluids run down her throat enjoying the taste and wanting more. She slowly rose and crawled to meet him…

He kissed her deeply and then she gasped as he grabbed her and threw her down on the bed beside him. She lay there on her front and felt him roughly pull at her shoulders and then her hair.

“I’m going to take you now,” he said and the roughness of his words, compared to the softness that had been there before, took her by surprise and turned her on even more. Without warning she felt him thrust inside her, deep, filling her up. He pushed deep and she felt her self exhale as his weight pressed down on her back. One of his hands was clutching her breast and the other had a handful of her hair and was pulling her head backwards so that he could kiss her, his tongue pushing into her mouth. He thrust into her time and again and she felt that familiar stirring deep inside her and knew that she was going to cum again. She remembered how much he loved to hear her tell him that she was cumming and she shouted out a warning to him. He let go of her breast and with his lips still on hers she felt his finger touch her cheek. She broke away from his mouth and sucked his finger in deep, coating it with her saliva as she came oh-so close to her orgasm, trying to hold it off, to delay the inevitable. She couldn’t hold back however when she felt his finger, wet from her mouth, push into her ass and caress his cock inside her. At the same time she felt him gain that extra inch of hardness that signaled his orgasm and as she yelled out that she was cumming she felt him jet his spunk into her pussy. They had cum together again.

He lay on her as they both caught their breath, his cock softening inside her, his hands caressing the sides of her breasts.

“Wait until tomorrow,” he whispered…”I have a surprise for you”.

She slept, nuzzled up next to his body and dreamt of wonderful things…

She woke as his lips passed over hers and she stirred slightly but then came awake when she felt him slip something over her wrist…it was one of those felt cuffs that she had heard about and as she came to consciousness she realized that he had them over both of her wrists and her ankles as well. He gently tugged on them and slowly she felt her wrists and ankles being pulled towards the corners of the bed. She opened her eyes and saw him kneeling over her,

“Morning sweetie,” he said as he kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth. She kissed him back, feeling herself start to get wet as she thought of what he could do to her in this position. He slipped a blindfold over her head and her wetness increased as she felt him run his tongue over her body, never knowing, without being able to see, where it would go next. He licked across her breasts, down her arms, over her neck, down her stomach and, missing her pussy, it continued down her legs. She squirmed on the bed, trying to move her hips so that her pussy would line up with his tongue each time it came close, but without success.

The next thing she felt was the trickle of oil being drizzled over her body and, as he rubbed it into her, she felt his cock run against her leg…it felt huge and hot and she begged for him to use it on her. As his hands rubbed all over her body she felt him move on the mattress but could not feel where he was going until she felt his cock against her lips. She opened her mouth and allowed him to push his cock deep into her mouth.

“Suck it,” he ordered, and she liked the strength in his voice. She knew that, being tied, she would have to do everything that he ordered her to do…and that she could do nothing about it, but she also knew him and knew that she would receive her fair share of orgasms and that, whatever he might say to her while she was tied, they would lie together and cuddle once their love making was over.

He pushed deeper into her mouth and she swirled her tongue around the head, just as she knew he liked. She felt him move again and then she felt something hard against her clit…suddenly she heard a buzz and she jumped as she felt him turn on the vibrator…she came almost immediately and her orgasm resonated through her body and tightened her mouth which made him thrust deep and shoot his cum down her throat.

He turned off the vibrator.

“Wow,” he said, “that was amazing”, as he pulled out of her mouth…”but you have more orgasms to come before I let you go…”

…and he turned on the vibrator again…

She came again as the vibrator inserted into her. She knew that with every pass over her clit her body would react. Love making with him was so great she never wanted to stop. He slowly released her from the bed post. Her body covered with oil glistened as the first rays of sun slowly crept through the window. She could feel his eyes wandering over her body and she blushed as she was never comfortable with allowing her body to remain uncovered. With him it didn’t matter. He had some how released her from her place of uncertainty and placed her in a world where with him nothing mattered. He left the room and she heard him turn on the shower.

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Opening the door to the office she went in, shutting it quietly behind her. His back was to her, and he mumbled something under his breath about holding on for a minute.

He had heard the bell on the front door sound, but was in the middle of something.

“Hey baby…” she spoke slowly and smoothly.

He whipped around surprised… she’d come to his work a couple times before, and not without calling or letting him know first. Usually it was only to bring him lunch or to just say “Hi”.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, concern flashing across his face as he worried that she may be showing up because something bad had happened. His concern vanished quickly as he saw that she was smiling coyly at him.

Walking over she put her hands on the arms of his chair and leaned down, kissing him.

“Everything’s great… at least it is now.”

She pulled at the strap that was holding her coat closed, letting it fall open to reveal the only thing she had come in wearing was her boots and the coat.

The boots were heels and they came up to right below her knees, so with her long coat on, it had never occurred to him that she wouldn’t be wearing anything else.

“Mmm… I see now.” He smiled, his hands finding a resting place on her hips. He glanced out the window of his office quickly, looking to see if anyone was around.

Pushing her back a little, he stood and moved to close the blinds, and then went to the door, locking it. When he turned he saw that she’d taken a seat in his chair, legs crossed, looking at him seductively.

He moved back to her, undoing his belt and pulling it off as he did. She watched his hands, and the belt which had been used across her ass several times before as he set it down on his desk.

As he approached her she covered his hands with her own, taking over in unfastening his pants and lowering them. He was already getting hard and she loved it. She truly enjoyed kuşadası escort the fact that he would get hard without her even needing to touch him.

Holding onto his cock she kissed the tip, licking around his head, before taking it briefly into her mouth and gently sucking. She then licked and kissed, up and down the sides and base of his cock.

He moaned in pleasure, making her smile as she continued, sliding her mouth completely down his shaft. She loved the taste of his skin, everywhere, especially his cock. She sucked him for several more minutes then stopped, unbuttoning his shirt and then standing. She kissed him passionately, her arms going up around his neck, pressing her breasts and body against his bare chest.

Bringing her arms down for a second, he lowered the coat down and off, letting it fall to the floor. Then circling his arms around her waist pulled her closer, his cock pressing against her belly.

“You know you’re bad for just showing up without telling me don’t you?” he asked breaking their kiss.

“MmmHmm… I wanted to surprise you.” She murmured.
He smiled, “I’m definitely surprised.”

“You’re not upset?” she asked, kissing him again gently.

“Mmm… no, I think I’m just looking for a good excuse to use my belt across your ass.”

A shiver of pleasure tickled up her spine and she couldn’t help but give a small smile.

“O-oh…” she stuttered a little.

“You want to be fucked though, don’t you baby?” he asked.

“Mmm… yes, I do.” She answered, looking into his eyes with the apparent want written across her face.

Holding onto her hips, he lifted her a little; setting her ass on the edge of the desk he rubbed his head up and down her lips, circling her clit.

She moaned, trying to press her hips forward without coming off the edge of the desk.

“You’re such a tease…” she hissed between clenched teeth.

He bit the side of her neck gently, “And you love it.”

“Yee-s” she gasped as he smoothly slid his cock deep into her pussy.

She moaned wrapping her legs around his hips, pulling him closer and deeper.

He stayed deep inside her, not moving, one of his hands around her lower back to hold her against him tightly while also supporting her. He returned to her lips, kissing her deeply, while stroking her side softly with his other hand.

She loved the way he filled her, and loved holding him deep unmoving like this, but right now, she really wanted to be fucked! There was always the possibility of someone else coming in to the shop and interrupting them, and she really didn’t want to be interrupted.

Wrapping her legs a little tighter she shifted her hips against his, squirming a little.

He smiled against her mouth.

“You’re a wanton little bitch today, aren’t you?” He said.

Holding onto her hips with both hands he pulled back so that his head was just barely in her and thrust into her hard.

She moaned loudly and gave a cry.

“Yes!” It was a response to his question, and a response to getting the start of what she wanted.

Sliding his cock in and out of her pussy he whispered in her ear, “Do you want to be fucked hard baby?”

She groaned, moving her hips as much as possible against him. “Yes, yes, please.”

He pulled away, setting her gently back onto the floor.

“Turn around…”

She quickly did as he said, leaning her body forward over the desk. The extra height of her boots putting her ass in a perfect position.

Holding onto her hips he rammed his cock into her pussy again, bringing his cock out of her completely before slamming back into her pussy.

She moaned, and cried out, her body shuddering as an orgasm tore through her.

He grabbed a handful of her long hair; he pulled her head back, causing her to arch, and ass to come up more. He covered her mouth with his other hand to silence her cries and he continually pounded his cock into her pussy.

She bit down on his hand as she continued to cum, screaming against him.

Her nipples were hard, and she could feel them straining with tension. Reaching up and grasping her own breasts she squeezed her nipples, pulling against her piercings. Moaning and squirming wildly she thrust her hips back towards his.

He loved it when she played with her breasts and began to near his own orgasm as he felt her pussy muscles tightening and spasming around his cock as she orgasmed again.

“Want me to cum inside you baby…” he whispered between breaths in her ear.

“Mmm… Uhhn… please.” She answered breathlessly.

He moaned, his own body beginning to shake as he felt his cock growing even more, ready to cum. Grabbing her hips with both hands again he thrust into her hard, over and over, bringing more screams from her that mixed with his own.

“Oh, Ahh…FUCK!” he yelled as he shot his cum deep inside of her. He dug his fingers into her hips, clenching his teeth as waves of pleasure coursed over him. Shuddering he gave one last one groan as his orgasm subsided.

He leaned forward and after a minute wrapped his arms around her waist gently kissing the back of her neck.

“Mmm… that was amazing.” He said quietly.

“I’m glad you liked my surprise.” She responded, with a smile in her voice.

After a moment she straightened and turned around to kiss him.

A few minutes later she helped him re-button his shirt, and let him get the rest of the way dressed again. It wasn’t but a second later that they both heard the bell on the entrance to the shop ring. She smiled; picking her coat up off the floor and putting it back on. She kissed him quickly again as she tied the belt.

“Time to go back to work baby, I’ll see you when you get home.” She said, winking at him. Then unlocking the door to the office, she walked out of the back; flashing his customer a genuine smile as she did.

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I don’t know exactly when what I’m going to describe happened, because it wasn’t until years later that I found out just how extensive the relationship between my wife and Mike had been. It slowly leaked from both of them as we became even closer and I saw my wife becoming exactly what I had wanted – a loving wife, and a fantastically sexy woman who realized that she didn’t have to limit herself to one man. At the time that even this occurred, she was still confusing lust with love. It took a long time for her to recognize the difference and that, while she could feel the beauty of a close relationship with other men, it wasn’t the same as our love for each other. I also began to realize that I had created a situation that could be dangerous to our own relationship. Still, I couldn’t resist it. I had started it; it was up to me to help her see the difference.

By this time, she was head over heels “in love” with Mike. She not only enjoyed the sex with him, she wanted more than he could offer. In reality, what she really wanted, was to feel herself impaled on his rigid, thick cock over and over, although she would have denied that it was her primary interest. Later I learned that the two of them had discussed their situation often during the years they pursued their relationship, and never reached a satisfactory solution – until, as she gained experience, she realized that it no longer made any difference whose cock was in her, only that she had to have it often

But this particular day I’m going to describe was a joyous one for them both. Obviously, since I wasn’t there, I don’t know exactly what happened and I have to create dialog that may not have been said. Linda told me the night it happened, but was pretty light on the specifics. As the two of them spent more time together and I succeeded in convincing Mike I was aware he was fucking my wife, she began to tell me more about her experiences. Mike helped a great deal. Like me, he liked to remember the details, even to the color of her lingerie. What you see here is what, over time, I’ve reconstructed of the event. This is what they told me happened, each in his or her own way.

Mike had been telling Linda for several days after the first time he fucked her that he wouldn’t be satisfied with just quickie screws. He wanted more and, fortunately for me, so did she. Linda had told him that I knew he was screwing her – not good news to Mike yet. He wasn’t too sure yet how I would take to the idea of him fucking my wife, but he persevered, fucking her several more times in our home and in his little Volkswagen before this time. It was all a build-up to this event.

“Hi, you ready?” Mike asked as Linda opened the door to our apartment. A glance told him that she was, even to having her purse. She didn’t invite him in; instead she smiled and joined him outside the door. They walked together to his car.

They were out of the housing area and down the hill to the first stop sign before he kissed her, taking more time than necessary at the sign since no traffic interfered. He had his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, his left hand roaming over her full breasts as his tongue snaked into her mouth and he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse.

Linda slapped at his hand playfully. She didn’t want to, but she broke the kiss and started to refasten the buttons before his hand reached across and stopped her.

“Where we’re going, no one will see you, and besides, I love the view,” he laughed.

“Where are we going?” she asked from curiosity. Her hand stopped.

Mike laughed again. “Just lean back and enjoy, like I am,” he replied, pushing her hand away and unfastening the buttons below those he had already opened. “It’s not far.” He smiled even more as my wife smiled and spread the lapels of her blouse wide, disclosing the sheer bra she wore and giving Mike the view he wanted..

“I hope not,” she almost whispered. Her glance took in the ramrod stiffness of Mikes cock, already swollen and leaking pre-cum in a rapidly growing circle at the end of his visibly throbbing manhood. She let her hand slide over his thigh and clutched it, earning a soft groan from her lover.

“Oh, honey, I wish we were there now. Take it out. I want you to see what I have for you.”

She did as he asked and once again felt that warmth in her crotch that she always felt when she realized that Mike was going to fuck her. Gripping him tightly and still surprised by the fact her fingers couldn’t close completely around his fullness, she wished she could suck him as she knew he wanted her to, but the little car was just too small for that. Instead, using her thumb, she circled the glistening head, watching the silvery liquid of his lust spreading as it oozed from the tip.

The gods were good to them. Traffic was light in the early morning. Still it seemed to take forever to get there. Both were in a state of instant readiness by the time they reached the turnoff where Mike took his little kuşadası escort bug up a dirt road toward a sprawling building at the top of a hill.

“Welcome to the ‘Push-Button Motel’,” he laughed as a garage door opened in front of them and he drove inside. It closed as soon as his car broke the electric eye matching the one in front that had opened it for them. A dim bulb was the only light inside the dark garage. Mike didn’t bother to zip his trousers back up as he got out and went to the door at the side of the garage and opened it. Another light inside came on and he walked back to the car to open the door for Linda.

He hugged and kissed her, pressing her back against the car, feeling her breasts with one hand as his tongue filled her mouth and was returned. She could feel his bare cock pressed tightly against her belly, spreading its life giving fluids over her dress front as he gently squeezed her right breast.

“Let’s go inside,” he said huskily. He took my wife’s hand and led her up the single step separating the garage from the room at its head.

Linda looked around. A large, king sized bed seemed to be the only furniture in the room. The coverlet was turned back and the sheets were obviously fresh. She noticed that there were no windows in the room, and the only door was the one into the garage. Mike was carefully locking it even as her gaze circled the sparse surroundings. She smiled, and put her bag down on a small table by the door.

Mike picked up a phone hanging from the wall at the head of the bed and spoke rapidly in Spanish. She caught the words “all day” and “Margaritas” before he hung up and turned to smile at her. “Watch this,” he said, motioning to the back wall. He took some bills from his pocket and placed them on a lazy susan affair that seemed to go nowhere. He turned it 180 degrees and sat down on the bed.

“Come here, honey, this won’t take long, but I want to get more comfortable.”

Linda put her hands on his shoulders as she stood in front of our friend and let him finish unbuttoning her blouse and then slipping it over her shoulders. Putting it on the bed, he unfastened the waistband of her skirt and then slid the zipper down, allowing it to fall at her feet.

“Lovely,” he said almost in a whisper as his hands closed over her, one on her breast, the other pulling her closer. “Absolutely lovely.” He allowed his right hand to slide down over my wife’s belly to over the transparent wetness in the crotch of her filmy panties. His hand remained there, gently caressing her muff while the left slid to the fastenings of her bra. He watched in fascination as her unclipped bra slid slowly over her breasts until each cup hung on her erect nipples. He squeezed her pussy gently as he pulled one strap over her shoulder, then the other, leaving the useless garment to slide down my wife’s arms and expose her breasts to his mouth. Her radiant smile showed her approval. Reaching behind her, his hand pressed tightly against her ass and forced her between his legs, allowing his mouth to cover first one nipple, then the other. He sucked them gently, purposely, and then his head moved back as he watched them rise higher and strengthen until they became rock hard little nubbins protruding a half inch from her warm breasts.. “You are so beautiful,” he managed to whisper, squeezing her pussy tightly, sending a rush of heat into my wife’s sexual core.

A slight squeak at the lazy susan interrupted him for a moment. He released Linda and went to the device. Pocketing some small bills, he took the pitcher and two glasses from the shelf and began slowly pouring the ice-filled beverage into them.

“Nothing like something to cool us off before we get too hot, right?” he smiled. Handing one glass to my wife, he motioned for her to sit down and joined her on the bed. “Well, what do you think?” he asked, putting his arm over my wife’s shoulder and lifting her breast in his hand, his eyes centered on the now thrusting nipple as he encouraged it by squeezing the bountiful boob. “No one to interrupt us, no one to see us, just you and me, honey – finally!”

Linda liked that. She liked the entire idea of being alone with the man who had tempted her for so long and now, with nothing to interrupt them, she gave herself completely to him. Leaning forward, her lips touched his. Their mouths opened simultaneously and their tongues fought for dominance. Instead it came out to be a tie.

“I’ve been waiting for too long too,” she admitted, straightening up and leaning back to watch his reaction. “It’s nice having you come over to the apartment, but nothing compared to this.” She looked around. Remembering the way the door had closed behind his car, she realized that no one would ever know they were here together. It eased the last bit of trepidation she had experienced that morning when he picked her up. At last she could be frank and open with him. “You got me started doing this; now I can’t get enough. I want you all the time.”

“I feel the same way, Linda,” Mike said, his face turning serious, then slowly returning to his endearing grin as he continued, “but neither of us are going to do anything except have a lot of fun together and make the most of every moment we have, are we?

Linda shook her head ruefully and finally managed to smile too. “No, and it’s a shame. But somehow I doubt it would be this good if it were legal.”

That earned a laugh from Mike. He took her breast in his hand, and gently squeezed it, watching her nipple rise. Without turning it loose, he kissed her again. He put his glass on the nightstand and pushed her back on the bed. In a stage whisper he added, “Now I’m going to fuck you, milady, all day, in every way I know of and a few we’ll make up as we go along. Are you ready for that?”

“I’ve been ready for you ever since that first time,” Linda growled, and began tearing at Mike’s clothes, shedding them from his body as he had stripped her. She stopped to admire his cock which stood like a flagpole almost parallel to his body, bobbing as though in a breeze and already glistening with pre-cum. “Is this for me?” she giggled, trying vainly to wrap her hand around his manhood, remembering the hardness of his flesh inside her. She tried to pull him down on the bed with her, but he pushed her back, staring at her with that gentle, devilish smile as he completed taking off his clothes, shedding his shoes and socks as her eyes devoured him.

“Now, Linda, I’ve got you just where I want you – all alone, and all day.” He bent forward and picked her up in his arms, straightening her on the bed, then crawling in beside her. They turned on their sides to face each other and melded into one closely connected body.

Mike, Linda told me later, was a world class kisser. He knew everything about using his mouth, his tongue and the rest of his body to turn a woman into a whimpering, passion hungry bundle of erotic nerve endings – and he used every one of them that day as he took her. His hands were all over her, stroking and kneading her, from her hair to her toes. Kissing and fondling her, making her feel she was being loved by Casanova himself.

Her leg slid over his, exposing her already engorged pussy to his throbbing manhood. Despite the disparity of their height, she could feel it already pressing against the slightly open lips of her vagina. She shuddered with pleasure as she felt his lips touch one nipple. “They’re yours,” she whispered, pulling his head closer to her breast, “just like they’ve always been from the first.” As she gave herself to her lover, she remembered how her need for him had grown with each touch of his hands on her body. Right from the time he had danced with her, she remembered the almost ache her body had developed, hoping that he too felt the need for him inside her.

Linda thought back as her lover began preparing her for the enjoyment they shared. She was almost purring with satisfaction as Mike prepared her for what she knew would be one of the fantastic sessions they had together. Right from the first time he had fucked her, she knew she had to have more of Mike. It still seemed so strange to her that she could love Earl and still welcome the sex she shared with Mike. It had come as a shock to her that Earl was willing to let Mike make love to her. She had been true to him alone for those first twelve years of their marriage. When she heard him say that he wanted her to allow Mike to make love to her she was frightened. Did it mean he no longer loved her? Was he leaving her? Then, as the days had passed without apparent concern for his visits to their apartment, the time they spent together being unquestioned, and the nights when she knew Earl could feel her lover’s seed still warm and oozing from her vagina, she asked him point blank if he wanted her to stop.

“Why should you?” he had asked her. “You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”

She had admitted that she was.

“Then I don’t see any reason why you should,” he had told her with a smile as he pulled her on top of him. “You aren’t thinking of leaving me for him. Are you?” he asked seriously.

When she had shaken her head and bent forward to kiss him, he had continued, his face split with a wide smile. “Then why shouldn’t you two be together as often as you want? It doesn’t hurt me, and you aren’t property that I can deny someone else using or enjoying. You’re free, white and over twenty-one. You can do anything you want, anytime you want. Besides, I like fucking you after he has. I like the fact that you’re so open and ready for me, that you’re so juicy. And you’ve learned a lot just from the few times you’ve gotten together with him. Remember how you used to be so against me eating you? Yet, ever since he did it to you, you’ve said you didn’t mind. In fact just like last night, when you had me go down on you before we started, you’ve actually reached orgasm that way a couple of times. That has to be one of the benefits I’m getting from this – and you know how I like eating your hot, sweet pussy.”

Linda had shuddered as she felt her husband enter her that night. The glob of still warm semen in her vagina had slid down the length of his cock and puddled in his pubic hair. Still, she had admitted to herself, he didn’t complain and she felt wonderful riding atop that hardness, just as she had with Mike only a few hours before.

“That’s what I like,” he had groaned as she settled down and began riding his rampant cock, “a nice, hot, well-fucked pussy. I like for him to fuck you, Linda. And I hope you’ll let him continue. Every time he’s had you, you’ve been even better than you were when we first married. Enjoy him, honey, ” She felt his hands pulling down on her hips as his own thrust upward to meet her crotch. “I want you to fuck him as often as you like.”

That had been the end of her real concerns, she realized. Earl hadn’t tried to find another playmate, nor had he questioned her about her absences during the day. He hadn’t been upset about the wet spots in their bed in the early evening when he told her that he wanted to fuck her, and he had reached the point where she welcomed his mouth covering her pussy as she sat upright and let her lover’s semen fill his mouth. Sex was so much better and more frequent now than it had been just a few months ago, and she owed it all to this man who she felt entering her now, with her husband’s blessings.

“Where are you, honey?” Mike asked her tenderly, releasing her nipple for a moment. “You seem so far away.”

“I’m right here,” she had answered, “with you.” She had replied, adjusting her hips slightly to give him a straighter entrance into her pussy. She giggled slightly and then added, “Just like I want to be, with Earl knowing all about it and wanting me to fuck you.” She gave a small gasp of pleasure as she felt Mike pressing deep into her. “I love the way you fuck me. Now do it. Fuck me like you always tell me you want to screw me. I want you to fuck me all day!”

“That will be my pleasure, Linda,” Mike smiled, settling back down to the swollen nipple and sucking it into his mouth once more. He barely had time to add, “and I’m going to fuck you even more often now that Earl knows about us.”

Linda’s heart sang. She hoped so. The two or three times a week that her lover spent inside her were hardly enough anymore. She wanted him constantly, often calling him during the day to see if he could come over and give her some of the loving that she enjoyed so much with him. She sighed as she felt the swollen knob of his cock push past the muscles protecting her juicy vagina. He took her slowly, advancing and retreating, gaining just millimeters at a time until she felt him reach bottom inside her. She sighed as she felt his cock against her cervix and he adjusted himself so that her face was buried in his chest. She could feel his arms pressing down on her shoulders, trying to force himself deeper into her hungry twat.

She loved it when Mike described what he was doing or planned to do to her. It was such a departure from the early days when she had been so uptight about sex. She realized now that Earl had been preparing her for almost a year to enjoy this as she was now.

She sighed with passion as she felt her lover’s fingers close over her breasts and gently begin squeezing them as his hips began thrusting into her crotch. “I love it.” She whispered to him once again. It didn’t take much to convince Linda that she wanted Mike to fuck her. The two or three times he had visited our apartment, either during the day or on the nights when I had been gone, had convinced her that here was a man who could provide not only the most erotic experiences she had ever had, but some of the best fucking she had ever enjoyed.

Mike liked the sound of that too. He had long before, even the first time, found that this woman loved to screw and could enjoy it as long as or longer than any man fortunate enough to bed her. He had learned, bit by bit, about other men who had screwed his wife since they had been married, but still had never experienced anything like the lust this one displayed when he took the time to make her as hot as he had her now. She not only knew the moves, she knew the language and wasn’t afraid to tell him how she liked his cock buried deep in her cunt, or how she wanted to feel his sperm flooding her fertile womb.

As always, he was gentle. He had also found out that she liked to have him do her gently, at least until the last orgasm she could stand when she insisted her fuck her hard and shoot his load into her pussy. Not only was the gentle touch more comfortable for her, it insured that she could last through the multiple orgasms of which she was capable. He never ceased to be amazed at the fantastic heat he felt surrounding his cock as it slid ever deeper into her, lubricated by the juices that flowed so freely from both. And those tits…..god, he loved them! Two mammoth mounds of female flesh that tasted as wonderful as they felt pressed tightly against his chest, into his hands, or his mouth.

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I had just recently been by hired by Bryon and Leslie Anne to look after their adorable daughter Kaylee Anna. So far, I was doing real well, especially when it came to bonding with her. One day, when I was getting Kaylee Anna ready for her afternoon nap, Brian introduced me to his tall, dark, and handsome cousin Kevin. We talked and I gave him my phone number. After work, I went to my apartment and took a warm bubble bath. My phone rang and Kevin was talking to me.

We talked about ourselves and I was brazen enough to ask him, “Have plans on joining me in my bath?”

Kevin said, “I would love to.”

I softly chuckled not sure if he was kidding.

Then, he said, “I bet the water’s very warm and your skin is soft.”

“Well, the water is warm.” I responded with a smile.

“Just kind of lonely in here though.” I added.

Kevin said “I can imagine my hands touching and holding you in the bath and my lips kissing your neck.”

I held back a moan as my hand skimmed the surface of the water.

He added “My hands rubbing soap all over you.”

By now, my hand had moved toward my chest moving my hand down lower on my body.

“My hands make a trace of every inch of your skin. My hands softly cup your breasts.” Kevin said.

I softly moaned as my hand slipped under the water.

He added, “I caress your body and I take my time kissing you all over.”

I responded “I don’t know if I can take it anymore”, wishing he was here in the bathtub with me instead of making me hot over the phone.

He continued, “I would love to feel you, touch, kiss, kuşadası escort and lick you.”

I asked him “When would you like to be able to do this?”

He said “How about tonight?”

“Where are you right now?” I asked.

He said, “I’m in a hotel room. If you want, I can come over.”

I said “T-That’s fine with me.” feeling the water getting warmer.

Twenty minutes later, Kevin arrived. I answered the door in my white cotton robe. I let him in and closed the door behind him. He softly, slowly kissed my lips. I was a little surprised, I couldn’t think straight.

I said, “Kevin, I’m so glad you’re here. Would you like to take a bath with me?”

Not waiting for his response, I stepped back and dropped my robe in front of him before heading back into the bathroom getting back into the tub. We went back into the tub and I watched Kevin undressed in front of me. My breath was caught in my throat as I watched him remove every item of clothing, revealing a well-toned body. My skin suddenly felt warm. With my tongue, I softly licked and sucked 8 inches of his manhood. He held his head back as let out a moan. As I tasted him, I felt his hands in my hair. After that, Kevin climbed into the tub with me and his hand caressed me from the neck down. I almost sprang out of the tub in shock at the feel of his touch. I felt both of his hands softly fondling my breasts as his kiss went deeper in my mouth. I wondered if this was really happening , as I was moving onto his lap facing him. I leaned back, giving his lips access to my neck. That felt erotic and hot as I felt his rough facial hair brushing against my hot and sweaty skin. My hand went under the water feeling his chest and abs. He felt real as I started to press myself against his body. His lips moved lower to my breasts. I gasped once as I felt his mouth closing around one of my nipples. My hands ran through Kevin’s dark hair. I felt a tight knot in the pit of my belly as he continued to nurse on my breasts. After that, his lips found my belly button and started kissing all over my stomach.

“Mmmm, Kevin. What are you planning on doing?” I asked, as my voice seemed a little shaky.

“Making love to you all night long” he whispered in a prayer soft voice.

I moaned leading his head down lower using my hands on the back of his head. Kevin placed his hands on my back. I was moved up onto the edge of the tub as my legs were slightly pushed apart. I felt his slippery tongue licking me down there, as his hands were lower from my back to my hips and bottom.

I moaned as I felt the tip of his tongue brushing against my clit and folds. I closed my eyes as I felt his tongue moved faster against me and then he began sucking me.

“Kevin” I whimpered as my head fell back as he continued going faster with his mouth and tongue.

I was getting hot and wet at the same time. I was close to exploding as my legs started to feel like Jell-O. I could feel Kevin licking and kissing my thighs and his tongue in my clit. I couldn’t take it anymore as the knot became tighter in my stomach. I was going to come after one more flick of his tongue. I want to touch and taste him. I wanted Kevin inside me.

I pulled myself long enough to slip out of the tub. He got up from the tub, grabbed a towel and dried me off. I walked into my bedroom stopping at my big bed. I laid down on the bed with my head on a pillow once I was dry looking at him, waiting to see what he wanted to do next. He sat beside me and his fingers found my womanhood, hot and wet.

“Kevin” I moaned not sure if I could stand the teasing anymore.

He then replaced his fingers with his manhood, waiting to get inside me. I moaned as I felt how big he felt inside me. Slowly, he was going in and out of me. While doing that, he was whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I moaned as my hands rested flat against his chest. He was whispering of how beautiful, sexy, and sweet I was. I felt close to the edge as my fingers were brushing against his shoulder blades and down his back. My orgasm got louder and louder. I screamed as my walls were closing around him fast. I felt Kevin cummed inside me and he kissed me while he was still inside me. Kevin took himself out of me and held me in his strong arms. I lifted my head up, towards his the column of his neck. I started to slowly place kisses down his throat. I softly caressed his abs while kissing his lips. I moved my kisses down to his chest; placing soft butterfly kisses there before I moved my kisses to along his jaw line. I could feel his hands stroking and running through my hair. I moved my attention to his lips before I slowly rested my head on his chest. I was in a total state of romantic, sexual bliss.

Kevin whispered, “I’m so attracted to you. I like making love to you. I want to see you often.” as I wrapped my arm around his, pressing me closer against him.

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Hello! This is a revised version as I belatedly figured out how to do the formatting correctly XD This is my first time writing erotica and I would love feedback. The first few chapters will be tame and more story building with a few teasers before getting into some BDSM loveliness. Enjoy 😀

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Arya was out hunting with her brothers the first time she saw a brigand. She had grown up in a small keep in the woods, her life simple and quiet. She was lucky that she was the youngest, as it meant she had few real responsibilities. The keep’s masters were busy schooling her older, prettier sisters and the more important older sons. She was young enough that she was often able to escape her duties and roam unnoticed through the woods with her two youngest brothers, Luc and Weyn.

They were skulking through the forest one morning, following the tracks of a deer. They had no hope of watching one, as Luc was the only one with a weapon, and it was a child’s sling and a few point pebbles. However they fancied themselves great warriors, envisioning themselves creeping silently through the woods chasing a great and beautiful beast.

The reality was three children ages eight, ten, and eleven, crashing through the underbrush as they argued in loud whispers.

“I saw it, I did!” Weyn, the youngest said petulantly. “It was a boar the size of a carriage!”

“Shh!” Luc warned, “do you want to draw robbers to us?”

Arya often followed what Luc said as he was their leader, but she scoffed, “Robbers? In Parnage? Father is too scary for robbers to stay long in our woods,” She said confidently.

Weyn, annoyed that the others were ignoring his story of the boar, said loudly. “Of course there are no robbers. Who would they steal from? It’s not as though the serfs have got anything and we are protected by the keep.”

“Not out here you aren’t.” A deep voice replied.

The children screamed, Weyn bolting into the woods towards home. Luc stood his ground defiantly, his sling in his hand. Arya stood a ways behind him, afraid but unwilling to show it.

The man laughed, stepping out from behind a tree.

He was tall, at least to their eyes, with a broad chest. “Good thing I have no wish to do you harm.”

He leaned down, peering at them. “However, you pampered keep children may wish to be a bit more careful in the woods alone. I am not the only one here, and even I would not pass up the opportunity to pinch any valuables if I thought you had any.”

Luc frowned at his words, clearly offended. Arya kicked him, seeing that he had opened his mouth to retort. The man looked at her and winked. “She may have been wrong about my existence, but she clearly has a bit of sense.” His gaze darkened, and Arya stepped back, afraid without knowing why. “Stay home next time darlin’,” he said bleakly. “Deer are not the only game men seek around here. Lucky for you I don’t like them young.”

Arya nodded her assent and quietly thanked him, although she had no idea what he was talking about. Luc seemed to grow angrier at the man’s words, and she pulled insistently on his arm. “Let’s go,” she said earnestly. ” please , Luc.”

Luc glared at the man for a moment, earning him a chuckle, before leading her back to the keep.

“What was he talking about?” Arya asked as they neared their home.

Luc said nothing, walking straight ahead with tight lips. “Luc,” she whined.

He turned abruptly. “Nothing. He was being a right arse is all.” She gasped, surprised to hear him swear. He ignored her and kept walking.

They reached the keep safe a sound, and were reunited with a shamed Weyn. He was teased mercilessly for years after, as he had run when a girl had not. He took it in good humor, and remained close to Arya for the next few years. Luc remained their leader, but the other two often had to intervene as he was likely to grow angry and react in unpredictable ways to the slightest provocation.

As Arya reached her pubescence, her life changed dramatically. She was now required to do all the boring things her sisters had had to do, yet she felt that she enjoyed it even less than they had. Her sisters all had some gentile skill, be it sewing, singing, drawing, etc. She, however, found it all tedious. The best part of the day was when she was given her riding lesson. It was the only time she ever felt truly free.

It was around her fifteenth birthday that she began to understand the gravity of her situation in life. Because her keep was so small, she often saw people of different classes socializing and helping each other regardless of station. She was too naïve to know that this was unusual, and only due to necessity. As she began her studies in earnest, she realized how big a role social class played in politics.

And she began to understand that although she was the youngest daughter, there were still obligations she was bound to as a daughter of a count. She had thought their isolation meant they were unimportant; The minstrels and artisans who occasionally visited always brought stories of the kuşadası escort splendor and wealth of the major cities, stories which reinforced her assumption that they were poor and insignificant.

She was right in some ways. They were little thought of at court, as they rarely ventured there except to present a son or daughter who had come of age. She was very wrong, however, in assuming they were poor. She began to understand the importance of the mines their fief encompassed. She was astonished to realize they were quite rich, and that she had a substantial dowry.

After 18 Arya began to be groomed. She did not understand at first what was happening, as she was not close enough to any of her sisters to ask. She was taught everything proper and necessary for court, but behind closed doors she was taught a great many other things. It made her blush to know that her sisters had gone through this, and probably been as ashamed as she was.

It began innocently at first. One of her teachers, a woman in her twenties with brown wispy hair and large eyes, suggested she try shaving her legs. Arya had never heard of such a thing and was intimidated by the sharp blade. Her teacher was gentle yet insistent, and Arya was surprised to find how much she enjoyed her hairless legs afterwards. Then her teacher began making other suggestions.

Under her guidance Arya routinely shaved most of her body hair, including her groin which was particularly embarrassing the first time. She had not ventured near there except to clean herself, and had certainly never looked at herself. Her teacher showed her how to hold a small mirror so that she could examine herself and learn how to shave without cutting anything. The first time she held the mirror to her groin and saw the hair covered lips she was mortified.

It was even worse when her teacher spread those lips and she glimpsed for the first time her pink, wet womanhood. Her teacher informed her that there was a hole there, and that something very special went into that hole. Arya was surprised, as she had never heard such a thing. When she said this her teacher smiled sweetly, saying that it was because she was untouched and hadn’t learned the truth about certain things yet.

“Untouched by what, Isla?” Arya asked.

Isla smiled, her large brown eyes looking at the girl hungrily. “Well,” She said slowly, her fingertips grazing Arya’s thigh, “at first a finger touches you. Like this”

Arya gasped, her eyes widening at her teacher’s touch. Isla’s fingers confidently ran up Arya’s thighs, before dipping into her folds. Arya knew that there was a place where she felt wet at times, but she had never explored it. Isla did, however. She ran her index finger in tiny circles around the girl’s entrance, her fingertip becoming coated in the mysterious liquid. Isla paused, seeing Arya’s surprised and uncomfortable face.

“Relax, Arya. I am teaching you about your body so you may understand, someday, how to please your husband.” Isla said, her finger still tracing circles in Arya’s wetness.

“My husband?” Arya asked, even more confused. “What does a man have to do with this?”

Isla smiled wider. She handed Arya the small mirror and indicated that Arya watch. The girl reluctantly lowered the mirror, blushing at the sight of Isla’s juice coated finger.

“You know a man has a different body than a woman, right?” Isla asked softly. Arya nodded. “Well, a man has a key, and you have the lock, so to speak.” Seeing Arya’s puzzlement, she said, “You have a hole here, and he has the means with which to fill that hole. It is something he will want to do often, and he will not always be gentle. Sometimes it helps to create a sort of lubrication with which to ease the pain.”

“Pain?” Arya asked, becoming scared. She tried to back away from Isla’s finger, confused by the heat that was growing between her legs and afraid of her words.

“Yes,” Isla admitted, “Sometimes there is pain. But often there is also pleasure.” With those words Isla mover her finger towards the girls clit, Arya’s juices making a slick trail.

Arya twitched as the fingers began circling a new place, her muscles spasming as she tensed up. She felt the heat grow, and a throbbing began where Isla’s fingers were. She realized with a start that she recognized this feeling. She had been walking home one day when she stumbled across a man and a woman in a field. They were on the ground, moving in a way she had never seen before. She watched transfixed as the woman sat astride him, her breasts spilling out of her dress. Arya had felt this same throbbing as she watched them, listening to the primal moans and cries they made.

She released a cry of her own as Isla’s finger stopped circling her clit, and touched it directly.

“Look.” Isla hissed. “Look how wet you are, how ready you are.”

Arya blushed even harder and she looked in the mirror, seeing a pool of moisture seeping out of her lips and down the crack to her ass. She felt surprisingly dismayed as Isla removed her hand, and startled as the woman licked the moisture off her own finger.

Isla closed her eyes for a moment, and Arya got the feeling her teacher was overwhelmed by some emotion. She could not imagine what it was, but she remained quiet and slipped her skirts back over her legs.

Isla got herself under control, telling herself that Arya was too inexperienced to respond the way Isla wanted anyway. She had done this enough times to know that the pleasure was greatest for her when her pupils gave themselves knowingly and willingly to her. But she tasted so good, Isla thought. She shook her head, looking down at the girl.

Not yet. She told herself. She smiled at Arya. “We can continue this another time, I know you have to meet Madame Selein for your embroidery lesson.”

Arya frowned. “I had much rather stay with you, your lessons are so far more interesting, even if I don’t understand them all.”

“You will, my dear,” Her teacher replied. “I assure you, will you learn everything as quickly and well as your sisters. Perhaps even better. But only when you are ready.” Arya brightened at this, imagining how proud her father would be that she had excelled at something.

“But, if I may ask Madame, ready for what?” As Arya spoke, Isla’s eyes flashed predatorily.

“To have the hole filled. It is something very special and is something you will have to work very hard for if you wish to learn. I do not teach this for my own pleasure,” She said with an ironic smile, “I am here to teach you how to be the best wife you can be. As your innocence is the first gift you will give to your husband, I must show you how to give it away properly.” Arya nodded, still confused but eager to please. “I will work hard, I promise. I will do what you ask if it will make you and my parents happy.” Isla smiled and waved her out.

Arya’s lessons with Madame Isla were cut short only a few weeks later, as allegations concerning Isla’s morality were raised by an outraged mother. It seemed as though Madame Isla had been engaging in sinful acts with her teenage daughter. The mother claimed it was against her daughter’s will, but Isla simply smiled when accused of that, causing the mother to fly into a rage. Nothing was ever proven as the girl in question refused to speak about it. Nonetheless, Isla was sent away and a male master took her place.

Arya had made progress during those weeks, however, and had now learned that a woman could bring herself great pleasure with her own fingers. At Isla’s guiding hand she had been taught how to bring herself to climax. The first time she orgasmed was at Isla’s hand. She felt as though she was floating above herself, watching Isla’s slender fingers rubbing her clit furiously, and watching herself writhe as she cried out in ecstasy.

Under Isla’s watchful eye, she brought herself to climax many more times, using Isla’s advice, and often her fingers, to bring herself more quickly to orgasm, and to better and better ones. She was advised to practice at night, and Arya was a diligent student. As a daughter of the count she was lucky enough to have her own room, and the stone walls were thick enough to muffle her screams.

She did not learn exactly how a man filled her hole before Isla left. She was too embarrassed to ask her sisters about it, and asking her brothers was definitely out of the question. When the new master arrived, she grew conflicted. She was unable to bear the thought of a man touching her there and teaching her such things, and yet when she pleasured herself at night she imagine his hands touching her, caressing her and bringing her to climax.

It didn’t help that her new master was attractive. The first time she met with him she was so nervous she could barely speak. Which was probably good as he began by asking her about her previous studies. She later shuddered to think of what he would have said or done if she had been able to tell him of Isla’s more intimate training.

She was both disappointed and relieved when she realized that he would not be touching her. His job, she learned, was to teach her how to interact with men in a proper court setting and attract a suitable mate. It was mostly boring stuff, like what address is acceptable/what is too forward. Or if you wave your fan in this manner, you may be offending someone, rather than complimenting them. She dutifully learned her lessons, however, and for the next few years became a proper young woman, if in name only.

Arya’s only refuge from polite society and boring lessons was her brothers. In their presence she could be rude, loud, anything she wanted. Whenever she had free time she sought out their company, preferring it to her sisters. Often they were also busy, as Luc was in training to become a knight, and Weyn to become a priest. Yet on occasion they all had time off and would disappear into the woods for a few hours to hunt and enjoy each other’s company.

A few months later Arya had a needed break from her studies. She ran to the training grounds to find Luc, but discovered that he was away for a few days on an expedition. She then looked for Weyn, but he was busy in a lesson for the next two hours. Frustrated, she decided to just go herself. She briefly considered inviting one of her sisters, but only two remained, as they had not yet married, and they were both so involved in a current embroidery project that she doubted they would have any interest.

She saddled up her horse, a robust gelding, ignoring the stable boy telling her it was unladylike to allow her to tack up her horse herself, and even less ladylike to go alone. He begged her to allow him to accompany her, as he secretly feared for his own job if he allowed her out on her own. She ignored him and mounted, setting off at a brisk walk.

Arya knew the woods well for several miles in every direction. She had traversed them with her brothers for the last ten years. She was frustrated by her stifled lifestyle, and yearning for something new, and adventure.

She remembered finding a small lake many years ago. It was high in the mountains, a few hours ride away. She knew if she looked for it she would miss dinner, and be given a scolding. For some reason the idea made her smile, and she began to laugh at the absurdity of her situation. Why should I not be allowed to do as I will? What’s the use in being a rich man’s daughter if I spend my life toiling away? And what’s the worst they can really do to me, anyway? She meandered down a trail, singing softly to herself.

Oh would I have been born a crofter’s daughter. I would enjoy a simple life of milking cows, cooking for my family, and bedding the handsome stable hand. She giggled at the thought, her mind racing towards a naughty daydream.

She had found that bringing herself to orgasm had been more and more difficult over the years. She had been able to fill in some gaps as to what a man’s “key” was, and what it meant for him to penetrate her with it, though. She had used her newfound knowledge to bring herself to climax. She discovered that if she imagined herself being taken by a man, his strong arms pinning her down as he shoved himself into her with a primal groan, she would become wetter and hotter than she had ever imagined. She felt herself becoming aroused by the thought of it, and ground her clit into the horn of the saddle with every sway.

Unbeknownst to Arya, she was being watched. A young serf was eyeing her hungrily. He had been furtively searching for game when he had heard singing. Surprised, he started walking towards the sound. He eventually happened upon a dirt trail leading up into the mountains. A short ways in front of him was a beautiful young woman, roughly his age.

She had light brown hair which was twisted into an elegant braid. Her eyes were almond shaped and expressive, and her lips were full and pink. Her nose was a bit large, and he could see that her bosom wasn’t very large, but he admitted to himself that he had never seen a woman more beautiful. He stood entranced, as her horse slowly walked along the path towards him. He stood in the shadows, watching her pass.

He hardly noticed when she stopped singing, as she began to do something much more interesting. Her natural flow with the horse became exaggerated, and he could have sworn she was practically humping the saddle. He felt his cock twitch and begin to grow as he prowled after her, watching her hips sway rhythmically. The horse was going slow enough that he was able to overtake her, and the view from the front almost made him cum on the spot.

Her eyes were closed and she was smiling in rapture, sticking her breasts out as she moved her hips. She was now moving more quickly, jerking every time she thrust forward. She spurred her horse to a quicker walk, increasing the speed of her thrusts. He could see her nipples faintly as they grew hard against the fabric of her dress.

He stroked himself through his pants, as hard as he had ever been. This is even better than that time I caught that farmer’s daughter fucking my brother. She was a hot slut but nothing compared to her. His breathing increased as he felt the blood throbbing to his cock. He wished he could stand still and draw his shaft out to masturbate properly to the sight, but her quickening pace made it difficult to stroke himself as he trotted after her.

He almost lost sight of her as trees obstructed his view. He rounded a bend and saw a sight that made his heart stop. Her horse had slowed to a stop and she sat above him, humping the saddle as she pinched her nipples. He drew out his cock triumphantly, instantly overwhelmed with pleasure as his hand moved quickly up and down the length of his hard cock.

She felt her climax begin to grow as she thrust her clit over and over against the hard leather. She felt herself on the verge of coming and began to moan, taking a hand off the bridle to strum her fingers against her clit in a blur. She heard a grunt and looked, startled, towards the woods. She saw a boy stroking what she knew to be his member in obvious pleasure as he threw his head back, growling. She kicked her horse into a canter as she saw white liquid seeping out from between his fingers, a spurt or two flying a few feet towards her.

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Author’s note: I want express my thanks for your comments. It has really been a pleasure writing this story. Some of it based on my experiences, some of it my fantasies. As I go on writing the scenes just seem to flow out by themselves. I’d love to hear more of your comments and appreciate your votes too.

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Pamela stood up and pulled Robert to his feet and plopped down on the chair spreading her legs.

“It’s our turn.” She said looking at the other three.

Robert sank to his knees between Pamela’s legs and began sliding his hands along her ankles and calves, his eyes fixed between her legs. Edward stood up and took Vanessa’s hands pulling her to her feet. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her on the mouth long and hard. Vanessa tasted her juices on his lips and when he stuck his tongue inside her mouth she sucked on it. She could feel his hardness pressing against her belly.

Robert was taking in the view of Pamela’s cunt as his hands traveled up and down her lower legs. He marveled at how different she was from Vanessa. Oh, he knew all women were different down there but he had never had two cunts in front of his eyes in so short a period of time. His hands moved up to her thighs, caressing first the outside part then going back to the knees and up the upper part till he reached her belly and back again. He was purposely avoiding the inside of her thighs or touching her between the legs. Pamela knew he was teasing her and she loved it. It was agonizingly pleasurable.

Edward ran his hands down Vanessa’s back grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks. She reached down and fondled his balls. Edward felt Vanessa’s hard nipples pressing against his chest and he broke the kiss to lower his head and suck one in his mouth. Vanessa pushed him back and he sat on the chair, his cock pointing straight up. Vanessa knelt in front of him and wrapped her hands around his cock squeezing it lightly until the head was shinny with his pre-cum. On an impulse she leaned forward and pressed his cockhead first to one of her nipples and then the other one. Edward moaned and squirmed feeling the rough texture of her nipples against his sensitive cockhead. He felt he was ready to explode and wanted to feel Vanessa’s lips around his cock. He put his hands on the back of her head and pressed down lightly. Vanessa got the message and before taking his cock in her mouth she licked another drop of pre-cum that has leaked out at the tip.

Robert had been watching Pamela’s thick lipped cunt, her clit and outer lips barely visible beneath the thick folds. He had teased her enough and he was anxious to taste her. He rand his hands up the inside of her thighs and inserting a finger of each hand between her thick lips he parted them and ran them along felling her wetness. Pamela moaned and began caressing her breasts and nipples. She looked at the other chair just in time to see Vanessa taking half of his husband’s cock into her mouth. Just then, Robert parted her lips as far as he could and she felt his tongue pressing against her clit, licking it rapidly. She gasped.

Edward looked at his wife and then at Robert’s head buried between her thighs. Then he looked down to see Vanessa sucking his cock in and out of her mouth, her warmth surrounding it. He looked back at Pamela and saw the rapt expression on her face and knew she was getting close to reaching a climax. He had been looking forward to this for quite some time now and even though it excited him tremendously he still felt a pang of jealousy seeing his wife being pleasured by another man.

Pamela was on the verge of cumming having her clit licked and bitten by Robert but then he took his tongue away and she felt it traveling down the inside of her labia. Robert licked the juices that were now seeping out from Pamela’s vagina following their trail down to her asshole. He pushed her legs back against her chest and rimmed her anus with his tongue. He felt it pulsating under his tongue and he inserted the tip into her anal opening. He felt it opening and pushed his tongue further inside.

Pamela couldn’t hold back any longer, she began massaging her clit and exploded in a powerful orgasm. Robert felt her juices shooting out of her vagina, bathing his cheeks and running down her slit to gather in his tongue. With the added lubrication he was able to stick his tongue further into her ass. Pamela screamed as another wave of pleasure shot through her body.

Edward görükle escort looked again at his wife as she came. He had been agonizing trying to hold back his orgasm as long as he could as Vanessa greedily sucked his cock. But his wife’s orgasm brought him to the edge. He reached down to squeeze Vanessa’s tits and began cumming in her mouth.

Vanessa had also turned toward Pamela and when she saw the position she was in she guessed that Robert was tongue fucking her ass. She felt her own ass hole twitching. She was surprised not to feel any jealousy watching his husband eating Pamela. She returned her attention to Edward when she felt his cockhead expanding inside her mouth and a second later the first gush of sperm hit her throat. Gush after gush of hot sperm filled her mouth. She swallowed hard and never took her mouth away as she went on milking the cum from Edward’s cock with her mouth.

Edward was amazed that Vanessa never took her mouth away until he was completely empty and felt his cock beginning to deflate inside her mouth but she just kept it there, swirling her tongue around the shaft, sucking him gently.

Robert didn’t take his mouth off Pamela’s cunt either. He knew her clit will be too sensitive so he licked the inside of her lips and then inserted his tongue into her vagina. He could still feel her inner muscles pulsing in the after throes of her orgasm. He lapped her juices, savoring the new flavor; it was sweeter than Vanessa’s. Pamela lowered her legs and wrapped them around Robert’s shoulders. He went on swirling his tongue inside her and reached up with both hands to tweak her nipples.

“Oh, yes. Keep doing that…” Pamela said, reaching down to place her hands on top of Robert’s head as she felt the heat starting to rise deep inside her again. “Just go on like that… Oohh, it feels so good…”

Edward was feeling and agonizing mixture of pain and pleasure every time Vanessa’s tongue touched the tip of his penis but he didn’t want her to stop. His cock was only half hard but Vanessa just kept on sucking him gently as it slowly began to rise again.

Pamela’s juices began flowing around Robert’s tongue again and as she felt her excitement growing, she felt an irresistible need to feel his cock inside her but at the same time she didn’t want to put an end to the marvelous sensations his tongue was giving her.

Robert’s cock had gotten hard again; he lowered his hand and began stroking himself. He used his other hand to press his thumb against Pamela’s clit. She gasped and was surprised as a mild orgasm surged through her body.

Vanessa had also been stroking her clit for a while now while she continued sucking Edward’s cock. Her juices were flowing again, dripping out of her cunt and down her thighs. When Edward’s cock regained his erect state she pulled her mouth away and rose. She turned her back to him and reaching between her legs she guided his cock to the entrance of her vagina and lowered herself down on it. She was so wet that his cock slid in easily. When it was buried to the hilt, she sat motionless for a few moments. Edward could feel her inner muscles tightening around his shaft and he moaned hoarsely. He wrapped his hands around Vanessa’s body and cupped her breasts pressing the nipples with his thumbs. Vanessa lifted her hips until Edward’s cock was almost out of her and then let herself sink down until it was buried all the way inside her again. She gasped in pleasure.

Seeing Vanessa sinking down on top of her husband’s cock made Pamela want to feel Robert’s cock inside her. She pushed his head back and said, “Put it in me, hon… I need to feel you inside me.”

Robert raised himself until his cock was in front of Pamela’s cunt; she had spread her labia with her own hands so Robert guided his prick to her entrance and pushed forward. Even though Pamela was really wet he had to pull back and push again a few times before his cock went all the way in; she was so tight.

Vanessa and Robert turned to look at each other at the same time. The same kind of thoughts rand through their minds: here they were being fucked by someone else and they were actually enjoying it.

Pamela was too engrossed feeling another orgasm rising within her and Edward’s view of his wife was blocked by Vanessa’s body but they were thinking almost the same thing. Here they were fulfilling their fantasy of fucking their friends.

Robert bursa sınırsız escort bayan was pumping his cock into Pamela faster and faster as her orgasm kept building up. He felt his own orgasm approaching fast until with a last shove he remained motionless as his came inside her. A few moments later Pamela exploded again feeling the head of Robert’s cock pulsating inside her as he shot his cum into her.

Vanessa had had a mild orgasm almost as soon as she impaled herself on Edward’s cock and now was ready to cum again as she fucked him and he kept pinching and twisting her sensitive nipples. She reached between her legs and with one hand she cupped Edward’s balls and with the other one she pressed her clit. This brought her over the edge and moaning loudly and uncontrollably her orgasm shook her body. When she started cumming her inner muscles began contracting spasmodically around the shaft of Edward’s cock, milking him and a few seconds later he shot his sperm into her.

* * *

Pamela was the first one to recover and looking out at the lake she said, “Anybody for a swim. Come on let’s get cleaned.” She took Robert’s hand and they walked together to the wooden pier.

Edward got up and tried to get Vanessa to go with him, “Go ahead,” she said, “I’ll be right there.”

Vanessa stood by the railing watching her husband walk hand in hand with Pamela followed closely by Edward. Then what she had just done hit her as she felt Edward’s semen trickling down her thighs. She had fucked another man! And right in front of her husband! And she had watched her husband being fucked by another woman right in front of her. This went against everything she had been taught. It was wrong! It was evil! Normal people just didn’t do that! Normal people? Weren’t she and Robert normal people? Of course they were! He was an executive at a large company and she was a teacher at a local college. And they had two sons away in college. Edward was also an executive at the same company and Pamela worked at a boutique. They had been friends for many years.

Vanessa returned to look at the pier when she heard Pamela squealing. She was being chased by Edward and Robert until they finally caught her between them. Edward was in front, Robert in the back and Pamela was pressed between them. She kissed Edward and then pulled Robert’s head and kissed him too. She squealed again when Robert held her arms and Edward grabbed her legs. They swung her a few times and then threw her in the lake diving after her a few seconds later.

A movement at the corner of her eye caught her attention and she saw a man sitting at the deck of the next cabin. He probably had been watching the trio frolicking in the pier but was now watching her. She was standing there completely naked in front of a stranger. She wondered how much he saw of what had gone on before. Her first instinct was to cover herself. But she made a resolve right then. She knew her life had changed forever. She had had sex with another man for the first time since she was married and she had loved every second of it. Yes, definitely her life had changed and she doubted that she could go back to her old self. So she just stood there proud in her nudity, letting the other man admire her body before she walked at a leisure pace to the pier and dove into the water to join the others. * * *

Later that night Vanessa was just coming out of the shower drying her hair with a towel. Robert had showered first and was back in their bedroom. She was naked except for her sandals but she felt completely at ease now.

After returning to from the lake, all covered in goosebumps the girls with their nipples shrunken and hard, the men with their cocks shrunken from the cold water they had dried themselves on the deck and had gone inside. Robert lit a fire and they spent the rest of the afternoon drinking wine and talking about this and that as was usual in their reunions. Nobody had spoken about what had happened but she was sure it was in the back of all their minds. They had a light dinner and afterward Robert had taken his shower. Then it was Vanessa’s turn and now as she was walking toward her bedroom, Edward and Pamela were gone from the living room. Passing her room she heard Pamela moaning.

She entered her bedroom and leaving the door slightly ajar she saw her husband lying on his back on the bed, his bursa otele gelen escort bayan arms behind his head waiting for her. She snuggled up to him and Robert asked her point blank.

“So, how do you feel about what happened?”

Vanessa hesitated a little before answering, “I loved it! Oh, I know I should be feeling bad about, what with everything I believed in, but I don’t. I loved it! At first I was a bit jealous seeing you with Pam, but that passed rather quickly and then I was glad you were enjoying yourself and pleasuring her. I never thought I would ever feel like this, but I do. And having sex with Edward, well it was just wonderful. But how about you? How do you feel?”

“I feel pretty much the way you do. I was a bit jealous when I saw you going down on Edward, but at the same time I was fingering Pam and I felt wonderful, you know, knowing that I could still turn another woman on. And then when you were riding Edward and I saw the expression on your face, well, I felt good. I felt lucky to have a woman like you. I felt excited by knowing you can turn other men on and get pleasure from it.”

“So you’re OK with it?” Robert asked, “I mean, you don’t feel bad about it… No, what I really mean is, would you do it again?”

“Yes, but just as long as you are OK with it.”

“Well, I guess we’re both in agreement then.”

His cock had begun to stir and was getting half hard. Vanessa noticed it and stroked it lightly, “Ready for more?” she asked.

Without waiting for an answer she straddled her husband’s legs without letting go of his cock and placed her pussy right above it. With her other hand she parted her lips and began rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit. She was dry but soon enough her juices began to flow. She inserted the tip of his penis into her vagina and sunk down on it. Robert wasn’t completely hard yet, so his cock slid out a couple of times. Vanessa started rocking her hips slowly until he was fully erect and then began moving up and down slowly. They fucked like that, slowly and tenderly for a long time, after all Robert had already cummed twice today. During all this time Vanessa kissed her husband tenderly on the mouth, sucking his tongue or she would present her breasts to him and Robert sucked on her nipples. Vanessa had a couple of very mild orgasms during all this. When Robert felt his orgasm getting close he began to pump his hips upward, Vanessa increased the tempo of her movements until they both exploded in a shattering orgasm.

For the first time in their lives Robert and Vanessa found out what the difference was between making love and having sex.

* * *

When Vanessa went to take her shower, Edward and Pamela went to their room and got into bed. Pamela began fondling Edward’s cock and he returned the favor tweaking her nipples the way she loved.

“Wow! That was fantastic!” Pamela said.

“Yes it was.” Edward answered, “I know I’ve been wanting to do this for quite some time now but I have to admit I felt a bit jealous when I saw you going down on him and later when he fucked you. But at the same time it turned me on so much seeing Robert pleasuring you that I blew a great load in Vanessa’s mouth.”

“Well, yes.” Pamela said. “I guess the same happened to me. I was so turned on having Robert in my mouth and later inside me that it was amazing. I’m really grateful and glad that we’ve done this. I felt that it was incredible that you accepted seeing another man fucking me, giving me pleasure and I was glad that you could do the same with another woman. God! I love you so much!”

Pamela kissed Edward as she continued stroking his cock until it grew to its full size. Then she got on top of him and slid it into her vagina. She started riding him hard, her arms at his side holding her body up she kept her gazed fixed on her husband’s eyes. As she felt her orgasm approaching she said:

“I really do love you. You’ll always be my first and true love, no matter what. No matter how many other women you fuck, or how many other men I have, you are my only love.”

“Oh! So you’re already thinking about fucking a lot of men?” Edward said, “Tell me, who else would you like to fuck?”

“I don’t know… I just said it. Right now I don’t think I have anybody else in mind. Right now I just want you to fuck me. And tomorrow I want to fuck Robert again.” Her words were coming between her short breaths, she was riding Edward harder.

Edward began pumping his hips upward shoving his cock deeper into her. “God! I love you too! You’re and incredible woman and I’m lucky to have you.”

He pulled her head down and kissed her and began cumming in her. A few seconds later Pamela had another wonderful orgasm.

To be continued…

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‘Glastonbury Tor stands over 500ft and towers over the Somerset levels creating a special almost mystical place for its many visitors.’ Ellen continued to read from the guide she had bought in the hippie shop in the village at its base. ‘The tower at the top is a listed building..’

‘You mean it’s falling over?’ I joked.

Ellen frowned, flipped me the bird and continued ‘…and was built in the 14th century.’

‘It doesn’t look finished yet’ I muttered. My lack of enthusiasm for all things historic, mystical, archaeological and touristic was partly having spent the previous day in the company of the in laws – always a joy – and partly due to having spent several hours being dragged round various tourist trap shops in Glastonbury village.

Hand carved jewellery, home spun capes, knitted smocks – you name it we’d looked at them. At least Ellen had looked whilst I was trying to stave off death by boredom. My only laugh had been asking a shop assistant if the wind chimes were gluten free. That had got me a baffled look from the assistant and a ding round the ear hole from Ellen.

‘Shall we take a look at the Tor then?’ I asked, the prospect of climbing a 500ft hill being better than more shopping.

‘Ooh yes’ Ellen enthused and off we set.

As we climbed the hill Ellen’s enthusiasm abated whilst mine actually rose. I’d been brought up in the Pennines, a range of hills in the north of England, and being able to see for a distance over the landscape brought back fond memories. The lack of Pennine rain improved my mood as well and as we neared the top the sun was at full strength and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.

Ellen clearly wasn’t as adept at hill walking as I was and she was perspiring freely when we got to the top. Her floaty summer dress was clinging to her and the curves of her body were improving my mood immensely.

The tower at the top was eerie with bare stone walls and no roof, the only item being a wide stone in the centre of the floor with iron rings set in to it and an inscription carved into it. I couldn’t make out the letters but pretended to Ellen that I could.

‘Here ye lay down the purest of spirit for to bring the bumper harvest and fertility to all parts.’ I proclaimed in a terrible Worzels style West Country accent. A couple of lads nearby laughed and Ellen giggled.

‘By purest of spirit do they mean vodka?’ she asked with a cheeky smile.

‘They might as well do. Can’t see them finding many virgins round here nowadays’ I replied.

‘Hey I was brought up 15 miles from here.’ Ellen chided me.

‘And your point is?’ I asked with my eyebrows theatrically raised. The lads laughed again and Ellen playfully went to take a swing at me.

‘Git’ she laughed and wandered out back into the sun.

The view from the Tor is fabulous, if Somerset is to your liking. Not quite the Serengeti by moonlight but easily one of the best viewpoints in England. The Tor is covered in lush grass and is https://bursali.org sculpted in a series of banks and terraces. A path leads from the access gate straight up the spine of the hill and most visitors enter and leave by the direct route.

We strolled around the top of the Tor and found that the first terrace down the north side was nicely sheltered from the slight breeze. I suggested a rest before we headed back down and Ellen agreed slumping to the grass.

‘Oh, my feet are sore.’ she moaned and I realised she was wearing sandals not really suited for hill climbing.

‘Want me to rub them for you?’ I offered and Ellen nodded and lay back on the slope. I knelt on the grass by her feet and undid the straps of her sandals. Red lines criss-crossed her feet where the straps had cut in and they did look sore. I gently rubbed her right foot and soon the inflammation was receding.

To reach her left foot I had to stretch Ellen’s leg up and across and in doing so her skirt slipped up her thighs. Ellen’s legs were lovely to behold, nice and slim, and I knew they were soft to the touch. As I soothed her foot I sort of accidentally moved her leg in such a way as to make her skirt rise further. Soon her white panties were in view and my cock started to stir.

‘Mmm, that’s nice’ Ellen purred and I noticed her eyes were closed. Her dress was still following her body contours in alluring shapes and my cock got harder. As Mr Small Brain was doing all the thinking I slid my hands up to caress her calves and then her knees. A contended sigh was Ellen’s only reaction and I moved I continued to run my fingers around her knees and up the outside of her thighs.

I kept caressing upwards until my fingers slid under her skirt and reached her panties. Ellen’s eyes were still closed but there was now a smile on her face. I gently tugged at her panties and the only reaction Ellen gave was to raise her hips slightly and this meant her panties came free and I started to edge them down her legs.

‘What if someone comes.’ Ellen whispered as I pulled her panties off past her feet.

‘Oh someone will come,’ I replied ‘and that someone is going to be you.’

Ellen shuddered and I could see her pussy was already moist.

I pushed her legs up so that her knees were bent with her skirt just about covering her waist. From my position I could see her glistening pussy but anybody above or to the side wouldn’t be able to tell she was baring her delights.

Sliding my fingers along her inner thighs I blew Ellen a kiss and she replied in kind. She gasped as my fingers touched her pussy and her breath caught in her throat. My fingertips gently stroked around her pussy lips and tickled around her clit. Ellen’s sighs told me I was turning her on and I decided to play with her mind as well.

‘I’m going to take you up to the tower tonight when it is dark. I will strip you naked and push you across that stone. Your wrists will be bound to the iron bursa escort kız rings and you won’t be able to free yourself. The cold stone will sensitise your nipples and your pussy and arse will be on display for all to see.’

Ellen was squirming now as my words conjured up the scene in her head. Her pussy was really wet and I teased a fingertip into it. Her pelvis arched drawing my finger in and I gently pushed it in and out of her.

‘A voice behind me cries “Hold! Who despoils the sacred stone?” and I turned to see a group of figures dressed in hoods and cloaks. “Only a virgin can be placed upon this most divine spot lest the gods be enraged.” The leader of the group steps forward and pushes a finger deep into your pussy. “She is no virgin. Doom to you both”.’

I pushed a second finger into Ellen’s pussy as I spoke and her gasps and pelvic thrusts were starting to build.

‘One of the other hooded figures called out “Maybe she is a part virgin. Is her arse unused?” I croaked that it was and you cried out in fear. One of the group stepped forward and bent to peer at your arse. “It appears so.” He proclaimed. The leader raised his arms in salutation and cried “Let the ritual begin!” Another of the group held aloft an urn. “Spirits of earth, air and light behold the sacred ointment of Freya. Blessings be upon this most holy of holes!” He takes a handful of a scented balm and smears it around your arsehole and pussy. He slides a finger into your arse and wiggles it around.’

As I said this I took one of my fingers from Ellens pussy and slowly slid it into her arse. She squealed and wriggled but I pushed my finger in as deep as it would go.

‘You fucking bastard!’ she hissed. ‘I’m going to…’. She couldn’t tell me more as her body spasmed in orgasm from the effects of my fingering her holes and the images I was drawing in her mind. As she came her hands grabbed at the grass and a flush filled her face and chest.

As Ellen writhed I noticed one of the lads from earlier looking down at her from the top of the hill with a huge grin his face and a swelling in his jeans. I knew he couldn’t see anything explicit but he knew for sure what was happening. That was confirmed when he caught my eye and gave me the Doctor Spock salute. Ellen didn’t see any of this and I saw no reason to let on she had an audience.

‘The leader of the group steps forward and pulls aside his cloak exposing his hard cock to the night air. He grabs you by the hips and the tip of his cock touches your arse hole. You try to wriggle but between his grip and the bindings on your wrists you cannot escape. His cock spears into you and you cry out. Is it pain you feel? Excitement? Can you feel the spirits investing you with their energy?’

I continued my fingering of her arse and pussy and Ellen couldn’t say anything coherent at that moment. Her pussy gushed juice out enabling my fingers to slide in and out of her holes easily.

‘The bursa anal yapan escort cock thrusts deep into you and the leader grunts as his balls slap into your pussy. He thrusts again and again as the group take up a pagan chant. His cock speed matches the chant which slowly builds. Members of the group step forward to touch your body. Your breasts are stroked, your nipples are tweaked and twisted. Slaps rain down on your arse cheeks. Their robes are open and you are surrounded by hard cocks. One of the group grabs your hair and pulls your mouth onto his cock. You are being penetrated at both ends as the chant grows faster and faster. The leader roars out “Spirits of the land take my offering” and his cock spurts come deep into your arse.’

Ellen again gasped and thrashed through another orgasm at the thought. Her body pulsing and her pussy clenching around my finger that probed deep into her depths.

I looked up again and the lad who was watching had been joined by a girl who was flushed and giggling at the sight of Ellen in her sexual throws. The lad had his arm around her squeezing the underside of a very nice looking set of tits.

‘You are now a plaything of the group, a vessel of their pagan worship to the gods. Your tits are squeezed and caressed. Your nipples are pinched and suckled upon. Cock after cock invades your arse, your dripping wet pussy and your mouth. Cocks of all sizes and shapes are thrust into you and wanked over you. You are dripping come from wherever cocks have shot over you, your face, your hair, your back and come is gushing out of your arse and pussy. Your cries are now screams and sobs of joy and excitement. Orgasms pulse through you leaving you shuddering and gasping. Eventually each member of the group has his fill of you and one by one they step away and disappear back into the night. You and I are left alone at the top of the hill. You are still tied to the stone and I just cannot resist adding my come to the deposits left inside you. I choose to fuck your arse which is now gaping and slimy from the ointment and the dollops of come that are oozing out. My cock slides in easily and you grunt at the final assault on your no longer virgin arse. I am so turned on by the events I have witnessed that I only take a few minutes to come deep inside you. I slowly withdraw and release you from your bonds. I gather you in my arms and kiss you before I take you home.’

I slowly ceased my fingering of Ellen’s pussy and arse and let my fingers slip out. Ellen shivered one last time as my fingers left her body.

‘Thank you’ she purred with a post orgasmic serenity.

‘The pleasure is all mine.’ I said. ‘Well some yours…and some theirs.’ I nodded upwards and Ellen turned to see her audience grinning and waving. Ellen blushed madly and shuddered again.

I leaned down to whisper in her ear ‘Did you just come again?’

All Ellen could do was nod.

As we drove away Ellen squirmed in her seat.

‘Have you got my panties?’ she asked.

I shook my head. ‘I left them as an offering to the spirits. You will just have to be commando til we get back to your folks.’

As I drove I dropped my hand onto her thigh and went to caress her pussy one last time. My fingers met hers already busily at work…

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Erin drove as quickly as she could, but the evening rush hour traffic slowed her way home from work. The package lay on the passenger seat next to her, and she couldn’t wait to get home and open it.

The package had arrived at her office early in the afternoon, in plain brown anonymously marked cardboard, as she had known it would. When she had placed the order for it, she deliberately had chosen to have it arrive at work, so her husband wouldn’t see it. But she didn’t want anyone she worked with to know what it was, either. That would have been too embarrassing. So, before placing the order, she confirmed it would be shipped and labeled in a way that gave no hint of its contents.

The package contained a bikini. She had ordered it off the Internet.

She had placed the order four days ago, after an hour or more of searching online for the right thing. She wanted to buy a bikini, because her husband didn’t want her to wear bikinis, and all she owned were one-piece suits.

Erin’s husband, Martin, was successful, driven, and handsome. Six years ago, when she had been only 22 and just out of college, he had swept her off her feet, and they’d married only nine months after meeting. Martin was, in most ways, a good husband: attentive, loving, and supportive of her career. In time, though, Erin learned that Martin also was jealous, controlling, and short-tempered. The one thing that always stirred him to anger was knowing or suspecting that another man was looking at his wife. As a result, Martin always was nagging and badgering her about what she was wearing. He wanted her always to look good for him, but didn’t want any other man to see her.

Erin loved her husband but chafed under his controlling, jealous nature. She worked hard to look good for him, going to the gym several times a week and watching her diet to keep her figure firm and lean. After so much effort, she wanted a chance to show off the results. But Martin wouldn’t allow it. He insisted she cover herself to keep other men from looking at her.

What Martin didn’t know — what she never had been able to tell him — was that Erin had an exhibitionist streak. In front of her husband, and in front of most people, Erin acted demure, even a little shy. But, secretly, Erin liked being looked at. It wasn’t a fetish. It wasn’t a disorder. It wasn’t something she thought about or desired all the time. But she enjoyed the glances men (and sometimes women) gave her, and she liked the idea of showing off the slim, sexy figure she’d worked hard to get.

Six years into marriage, with no kids yet, and with a body she had toned and sculpted through ceaseless hours doing crunches, lifting dumbbells, and counting minutes on the treadmill, Erin wanted to show off the fruits of her labor — her hot figure. But her husband’s jealousy stood in the way. When they were together, he gave her few opportunities to indulge her secret desire to show herself off.

One day, about two weeks before her drive home, Erin got an idea in her head. The idea was to buy a bikini without Martin knowing about it, and to take a day off without his knowing it, and to go to the beach in the bikini, by herself. It would be an especially skimpy bikini, the kind Martin never would approve. She would enjoy the sensation of exposing herself, in front of others, and her husband would never know.

Four days earlier, Erin had gone online and looked for the right bikini. She was at work, but on her personal laptop, so no one she knew would know what she was doing. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for. She wanted it to be skimpy, to show off her body, but it couldn’t be scandalously or outrageously skimpy. She had limits. She wasn’t sure what sort of style or cut she wanted. She scrolled through many bikini websites.

Erin couldn’t find the right thing for a long time. So she punched the words “perfect bikini” into her Web browser’s search bar. The search engine didn’t respond right away. For a second, the whole screen went dark, and then it popped back up. She didn’t see a list of search results, as she had expected. Instead, she saw a web page with a photo of a bikini on a model that looked a lot like her: fair skin, a few freckles, lean but shapely, and with reddish brown hair. The bottoms were tied on the side, and the coverage in front and back was not great but not excessively revealing, either. The top featured triangles of fabric over the breasts and a string between them. The fabric was a rich, deep green, which she thought would make an attractive contrast with her hair and skin color. She ordered it.

Now it was on the car seat next to her.

Erin wanted, badly, to try it on as soon as possible. But that might be difficult if her husband got home before she did. Rush hour traffic being what it was, he might. Martin worked as a stockbroker at an office not far from home. He got into the office early to follow the stock exchanges, and he got off work early too, after they closed. Usually he spent the afternoon bursa escort playing golf with friends at the club, but sometimes he came home early. Erin knew Martin would object to her wearing the bikini and would be upset at her having bought it.

Knowing that Martin would object to the bikini, but that she had bought it anyway, made Erin feel a little guilty. She valued honesty, and she had never been unfaithful to her husband. She had no intention, now, of being unfaithful. But she did want to break free, just a little, from the chains he put on her. The idea of showing off her body had taken hold of her, and she couldn’t let it go.

It had started in May, summer approaching and the days getting longer and warmer. Beach season was approaching. One day, while shopping, Erin had walked by the storefront of a swimsuit boutique, and through the window several mannequins were posed wearing the season’s most fashionable new bikini styles. A big sign saying “Time To Get Ready For Summer” was posted above the mannequins on the window. This season’s bikini styles seemed unusually skimpy. Revealing, Brazilian style bottoms and abbreviated triangle tops appeared to be favored. Erin thought about the beach party her husband’s office would have in July. Some of the wives were sure to wear bikinis, as they had the year before. Before last’s year’s party, while shopping with Martin for something to wear, Erin had held up a bikini in front of her husband. It was conservative by the standards of what she was looking at through the window.

“Martin, what do you think of this?” she had asked.

His brow knitted in response. “That shows off a lot, babe, don’t you think? That’s the kind of thing Emily likes to wear. You want to dress like her?”

Emily was the brokerage office’s receptionist. She was younger than Erin, only 22, single, and flirty. She had gone to the beach party the previous summer in a bikini that had started a lot of tongues wagging.

“You don’t think my figure is as good as Emily’s?” Erin asked him.

“Your figure is every bit as good as Emily’s,” he said. “Better. But that’s not the point. Charlie Engster’s tongue was practically falling out of his mouth at that party looking at her until his wife forced him to put it back in. I don’t want to see him drooling over my wife. I just think a one-piece is more appropriate for my wife at an office party.”

So Erin had complied. She had worn a modestly cut floral-design one-piece suit to the party. She had only worn it to get into the water, briefly. Almost as soon as she had come out, when some other women were mingling at the party in their skimpy tops and bottoms, Martin had come over and handed her cover-up to her.

She could see his point — there were protocols to follow in an office setting. But Martin kept up the pressure to be modest when it was just the two of them, even when they had gone to Hawaii together. He seemed constantly on the lookout for any man that might look at her. Erin appreciated his concern for her, but she also felt stifled by him.

At last Erin pulled her car onto her street, and then into the driveway of her house. She opened the garage door with her remote. Martin’s BWM was in the garage, meaning, as she had guessed, that he had come home early. She grabbed the little manila package on the seat next to her and shoved it in her purse. It fit, barely. It was a lot of packaging for a few strips of fabric, she thought.

“Hi honey, I’m home,” she called as she entered the door from the garage to the house.

Martin’s voice sounded from another room.

“Hey, baby, had a good day?”

She heard quick, heavy steps approach. Martin wasn’t especially big, but he had a loud, plodding walk. The met in the kitchen and he gave her a quick kiss on the cheek as he headed toward the refrigerator.

“It was fine,” she said. “How about yours?”

“Can’t complain. Er, what’ve we got to drink in here?” he asked. “I’m thirsty and the game’s about to start.”

Evening baseball was a favorite ritual for Martin. Erin had no interest in the sport but was good at feigning it when she wanted to snuggle next to him on the living room sofa.

“I bought a six pack of your favorite last night,” she said.

“You’re the best, baby!” he said and started to head back to the living room. He checked himself and appraised her. “You’re looking sexy today. That skirt’s a little shorter than usual, isn’t it?” he asked. “I hope I don’t have to worry about your coworkers hitting on you!”

He said it playfully but there was an edge of jealousy in his voice, too. Erin found it difficult fully to enjoy his compliments when so often there was a warning in them. Then she heard the TV pop on and the sound of ballpark cheering wafting through the house. She’d lost her husband to baseball for the rest of the night.

Later that night Erin and Martin lay in bed together. Martin wore boxer shorts and Erin wore panties and a chemise. She was pressed against bursa üniversiteli escort him and her hand moved in circles over his chest. Martin held his phone in front of him. Erin could tell he was looking at the scores of sporting events from earlier in the day.

Erin had been thinking a lot about the bikini, still in its package hidden under a stack of panties in her drawer. With Martin around she hadn’t yet dared to bring it out and look at it. That would have to wait until the next day. But she kept thinking about it — the thin strips of green fabric, and nothing else, covering her body, just barely. The thought of it aroused her. She draped a thigh over Martin’s and moved it up and down his leg. Then she pushed herself against him so only the thin satin of her panties lay between her skin and the skin of Martin’s leg.

She pressed harder still, and moved her leg up and down his, but Martin didn’t seem interested. She thought more about the bikini in the drawer, unworn, but ready to adorn her body as soon as she got the chance to put it on. She thought about what the fabric would feel like against her skin. A gentle tingle started between her legs and seemed to move up her body. She wanted Martin to respond. But he seemed determined to read the day’s baseball statistics on his phone. Erin was feeling horny but ignored.

Martin suddenly put his phone down on the night stand to his side.

“I’m out, baby,” he said. “Have to get up early. Hansen wants to meet before the markets open.”

He looked at his pretty wife, the realization dawning faintly in eyes that Erin would be doing something the next day as well.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” he asked her.

“I’m planning to take the day off,” she said. “Think I’ll do some shopping.”

“Sounds good, babe,” he said. He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, turned the other way, and turned out the night light. “Don’t max out the credit card.”

As though she had ever done that, Erin thought. Erin was a careful spender, and the little bikini hidden in the drawer on the other side of the room was about as much an indulgence as she allowed herself.

“You have nothing to fear,” she said. She turned out the light next to her, and then lay on her back staring at the ceiling in the dark. She almost imagined she could see the small green bikini in the dark against the ceiling. It made her smile, and a few minutes later she fell asleep.

In the morning, she awoke. Martin already had risen, and the bedcovers on his side lay thrown back in disarray. At once the image of the bikini popped back into her head. It was time to get up and get ready for her adventure. She threw back her own covers and swung her slim legs over the side of the bed. They were bare under the loose-fitting t-shirt and thread-bare, white cotton panties she had worn to bed.

The air in the bedroom was cool. She saw herself reflected in a full-length mirror on the way out of the bedroom: disheveled morning hair unevenly framing her face, white panties peeking out from under the brief t shirt, her hard nipples tracing little circles under the shirt fabric in the cool air.

The house was silent, so she guessed Martin, who was a noisy riser, already had left. Fortunately, he’d left some coffee brewed for her, and she followed the rich scent of it to the kitchen.

Martin had left a note on the kitchen counter. It said, “Have a great day, sweetie. I’ve got a meeting at 5 and won’t be home until 6. XXX.”

The robust flavor of the coffee and the promise of the day woke her up quickly. She had things to do, so after downing two cups and finishing a bowl of oat meal, she left the kitchen. It was time to get ready.

Back in the bedroom a few minutes later, Erin resisted the urge to take out the bikini right away and instead marched to the bathroom. She showered, giving herself enough time thoroughly to shave her legs and underarms. With the hot water running over her she then spread her legs wide, leaned over, pulled her butt cheeks open with one hand, reached down with the razor, and shaved everything off between her legs. She thought about leaving a well-trimmed tuft or strip of hair over her pubic mound, but since she hadn’t seen the bikini yet and wasn’t sure how much it covered, she shaved that off too. She rinsed and turned the water off, and stepped out of the shower, completely bare. She hadn’t been bare for a long time.

The moment had come to see what she’d bought, and then to put it on.

She walked naked to her dresser and pulled out the package. It was well wrapped and taped, so she needed scissors to open it. Finally she cut through the cardboard, and ripped open the clear plastic lining. The bikini was inside, and she laid it on the bedcover, the top immediately above the bottom.

The bikini was a rich, solid green, darker than emerald but with something of an emerald’s shine and luster. The fabric reflected the dim bedroom karacabey escort light, giving off a faint glow. It was small, that was obvious — skimpier than any other bikini she’d ever warn. She would have to try it on to see how small.

She picked up the bottom and put it between her legs.

It tied on both sides. She started with the right side, and as she began tying she could not help but notice how much of her skin on either hip would be covered by nothing more than few millimeters of green string. It had been years since she had worn a bikini bottom that tied on the sides, and she was pleasantly surprised how easily and quickly the tying went.

Once that was done she picked up the top. It was nothing more than two small green lycra triangles and pairs of strings that tied behind her neck and back. She tied it on quickly with the use of the mirror in front of her.

She was done in less than a minute. Then she stood in front of the full-length mirror to appraise the result.

The image in the mirror made her suck in her breath a little. The bikini was smaller than any she had ever worn. The bottom was no more than a few inches across at the widest and stopped low enough that a part of her pubic mound lay exposed above it. The tied-off strings on either side rose no higher than her hip bones. The back was cut in a Brazilian style — not a thong, but leaving a large section of butt cheek on either side exposed.

The top seemed barely to contain her breasts, and it made them seem larger. A good inch of string separated the triangles over her boobs, leaving a deep expanse of cleavage exposed. The triangles covering each breast were wide enough to avoid indecency, but narrow enough to leave a portion of each breast on either side open to view. Despite the thinness of the fabric, the bikini top seemed to lift her bust firmly and nicely.

Erin was surprised that the bikini had no lining. She didn’t remember the description on the website saying it was unlined. But it was. Erin looked very carefully in the mirror to see if anything was revealed inappropriately. She didn’t see anything. Her nipples, which were hard at that moment, left a faint circular outline under the fabric, but nothing too noticeable. The bottom was snug against her pussy. It left the skin on either side of her labia exposed, but the labia themselves were hidden and the way the fabric sculpted her pussy created only a faint hint of camel toe.

Erin loved it. Even though she was often critical of her body and reluctant to expose herself on the beach, she loved the way she looked in this bikini. The green of the suit perfectly set off her pale skin and the slight red tint of her brown hair. Her body looked lean but curvy. She knew she’d make an impression, assuming there was an audience at the beach to be impressed. Erin was sure there would be.

The bikini fitting now complete, Erin finished dressing. She found a short, pale blue beach dress cover-up and pulled it over, then she dug up some flip flops in her closet. She went to the closet to grab a beach bag, and pulled a towel out of the hallway closet. Into the bag went her phone, some sun screen, cash, and her driver’s license. She grabbed two bottles of water and a couple of energy bars from the kitchen.

She was ready to go to the beach.

As she got in her car and started driving Erin thought about how skimpily she was dressed. A slight, short sun dress and bikini and flip flops: she couldn’t remember the last time she wore so little driving down the street.

She felt naughty, as she drove. Her husband would be incensed if he knew what she was doing. Of course, that was part of why she was doing it. She felt a little bit guilty about that, but not too much. After all, she wasn’t going to be unfaithful to him. She didn’t plan to hook up with anybody, or even to flirt with anyone. She just wanted to show off a little — a little more than her husband would have been comfortable with. Martin would never know. Surely, there was nothing wrong with that?

Under the little dress, the bikini felt good. Actually, it fit so well she barely could feel it all. Her nipples, which hadn’t stopped being hard, poked against the bikini’s thin fabric. The bikini bottom nestled comfortably against the bare skin between her legs. She almost felt naked under the cotton sun dress, and she liked the feeling.

The morning rush hour was over, so the traffic wasn’t bad, and the drive west to the beach didn’t take long. She knew exactly where she wanted to go; she and Martin had been there many times. As she approached she was glad to see the beach parking lot wasn’t full, but it wasn’t empty either. She smiled. The absence of a weekend crowd meant she was able to find a parking spot easily. At the same time, there were enough cars in the parking lot that she knew there would be other people on the beach to see her in her new bikini.

The car came to a stop. A big sign that said “No Lifeguard on duty” blocked the view immediately in front of her, but on either side of it Erin saw an expanse of pale, tan sand lying between her and the ocean, blue and still under a cloudless, windless sky.

Erin grabbed her bag on the passenger seat, opened the car door, swung her legs off the seat, and got out of the car.

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The multi-chapter story of Cathy contains adult material, including spanking, pain and humiliation, anal sex and ass-to mouth. If this offends you, do not read this story and do not rate it. This chapter is the continuation of ‘The Passionate Pleasures of Cathy’.

When Melanie told her mother she was determined to lose her virginity during her weekend with Tony in Seattle, Cathy immediately panicked. Raising her daughter as a single mother Cathy had always been very close to Melanie, sharing her dreams from early age. She was very open about her own life, telling her daughter about her modest start as a commercial model and her breakthrough when she posed as a nude centerfold. Giggling like two teen-agers they had thumbed through her Centerfold of the Year pictorial and together they had experienced the excitement when it became evident Melanie gradually adopted similar physical characteristics as her mother.

Then Cathy realized the moment had come to bring Melanie’s sexual education to another level. With a mixture of pride and concern she noticed Melanie was developing into a beautiful young woman. She already had long, shapely legs but now her breasts were blossoming at alarming speed. Lacking the time and the background to read through all kind of ‘how to’ books Cathy chose for a common sense approach. Over the Internet she rented six porn movies covering almost the whole gamut of sexual techniques and preferences. Mother and daughter then spent most of a weekend watching the movies together and discussing them at length. Cathy kept the movies for the rest of the week so Melanie could watch them in private.

After that crash course in sexual education mother and daughter seemed to be closer than ever. They already used to shop for dresses together but now Cathy started sharing her beauty secrets with Melanie. She taught her daughter to take care of her skin and how to shave her legs and other places growing unwanted hair. Briefly, she told of the ways she used, as a model, to make herself attractive and sexy for men in minute detail. When the subject of how to handle members of the other sex was reached, under Melanie’s insistence Cathy even felt obliged to confide in some of her intimate encounters. Most of the men considered Cathy out of their league and although she exposed quite a lot of her body in her pictorials and her smile and body language often looked quite promising, men infrequently mustered up courage enough to ask her for a date. So paradoxically, as result of her beauty Cathy rarely had the opportunity to have intimate encounters with lovers. When that situation came up, she always chose to do so outside their home in consideration of Melanie. However, when this level of confidentiality was reached, her daughter was too smart and observant to keep these contacts secret from her and Cathy was forced to kiss and tell. Especially when her conquest was a local or national celebrity, her activities were intensely scrutinized.

‘Darn, Melanie, allow your mom some privacy, please!’

‘Not if her date is so dark and handsome. Now tell me more, did he go down on you…?’

Despite her protests Cathy had to surrender some risqué details of her dates for good measure. Mother and daughter laughed a lot together, relieving some of the sexual tension. Although Cathy had been quite open about her sex-life she never discussed her encounters with Mel. To her relief Melanie never asked about the sexual side of her father. Cathy knew she never would be able to confide how the man had unraveled and exploited her submissive nature. When Melanie started talking about losing her virginity Cathy tried not to be an overprotective mother, never emphasizing she considered it a big deal. Although Cathy was worried about the almost casual way Melanie had announced her decision to lose her virginity she felt undue pressure risked alienating her daughter. As a result Cathy kept her advice light and equally casual.

‘You don’t have to cling on to your virginity, but please don’t waste it away to some loser just because you’re drunk or high. Choose someone special, someone you can trust, and enjoy your fling with him!’

Melanie seemed impressed by her words and just smiled gratefully.

‘I will, thank you mom!’

That seemed to be the end of it, so Cathy was caught off guard when Melanie excitedly told her she had decided to give up her cherry to Tony during their weekend in Seattle.

‘Mom, he is really a great guy and a marvelous kisser! By the way, did you have a look at his body?’

Although Cathy was dumbfounded she managed to keep her composure, her words of apprehension dying down in her mouth before they came out. What could she say? Wait somewhat longer and save yourself for someone better? Knowing Melanie and considering the talks they had over the subject, she probably would get the giggles when she heard such obvious mother talk. Melanie was very independent and she definitely seemed to have made up her mind. Are you sure he escort bursa is not sleeping with someone else? Cathy would look paranoid and what might happen if Melanie really would confront Tony with that question? The guy is no good, I know because he slept with me? Absolute impossible!! Cathy almost blushed at the thought. She figured out she had to tackle the problem from the other angle. Resolutely she called Tony. Confronting him would carry some risks but Cathy told herself she had to be brave since the future of her daughter was at stake.

‘I have to talk to you urgently!’

‘Same place 2.00 pm’

When Cathy arrived at the MetroLux hotel she soon found out it flooded with conventioneers. She could barely wade her way through the crammed lobby when she saw Tony at the bar.

‘I took the honeymoon suite, it’s the only place where we can speak in privacy!’

Cathy disliked the venue but she didn’t have any choice. She went in attacking mode the minute they entered the suite.

‘You promised me you wouldn’t take Melanie with you!’

‘Are you kidding? I never promised you anything like that. I just said you were beautiful and I would like to make out with you. And we did! I loved it and you seemed to love it too. No big deal!’

‘You deceived me deliberately! Now you are after my Melanie…!’

‘Look, dear mama, you should have a serious talk with your daughter. Melanie is a cute chick but I am not after her. When we talked about next weekend she just told me she wanted to sleep with me! She almost begged me to take her cherry. Did she tell you that…? Of course she didn’t! Hey… what could I say? Sorry, girl. I’m already fucking your mother but I can get you a vibrator?’

Cathy was so flabbergasted she couldn’t utter a word. She resented the crudeness of his words. At least he could say they made love together.

‘Look, I won’t hurt Melanie.’ Tony continued ‘I will be gentle with her and I will make sure she will enjoy it. Unfortunately I won’t be able to show you how, but when we’re back you might watch when I pop her anal cherry!’

At that moment Cathy saw the smiling sneer on his face and knew she was fooled.

‘You jerk…!’

Cathy was fuming. In her rage she raised her arm to slap him. It was a serious mistake and by the time she recognized her imprudence, it was too late. Before she knew she was tackled to the carpet, her skirt flapping high, showing her long legs and her creamy thighs. Suddenly the delicate panties, her standard choice of underwear this morning, seemed terribly vulnerable and inadequate to withstand the upcoming attack. Desperately Cathy struggled to escape but the vise of his hands was so strong it made her twist in agony.

‘No, please, no!’

‘You started this fight; I’ll decide when it’s over so don’t imagine you can call it off just like that.’

Sitting down heavily in one of the armchairs Tony forced her struggling hips over his knees. He finally took complete control when he twisted her arms painfully into the small of her back and despite her furious resistance he was far too powerful for her. Her struggles subsided as she realized it was futile to resist further. It was also evident that Tony found the sight of her legs kicking helplessly, clad as they were in black stockings, an added temptation. The sound of tearing fabric announced her panty was ripped apart, the cool air striking her buttocks signified her bare bottom was totally exposed to his gaze. She felt devastated and humiliated but the worse sensation was the excitement creeping up in her underbelly, the familiar feeling of a special sexual need. It wouldn’t be right to succumb again, not to him, not to the man who was to deflower her daughter. Desperate she felt his hand grasping her pliable flesh. With her head down, her body bent over his knees, Cathy found herself helpless, bare and about to be spanked.

His hand came down on the fattest part of her bottom, delivered with the full weight of his arm. She squealed in a mixture of shock, humiliation, pain and panic. He will get control of me and I will be unable to resist. Each of his following strokes jammed her insides up high and she soon was panting for air. As a true quarterback he methodically unraveled her tender spots, hitting them with his powerful, firm hands, slowly ripping her defense apart. The beautiful suite reverberated to the sound of his palm cracking down to her squirming bottom while she squealed in pain and increasing excitement.

Abruptly the spanking stopped and she felt him fingering her inner folds to explore her damp, slippery depths. Her swollen outer lips encompassed his fingers, her copious juices overflowing her tightening sheath, trickling down his hand. When he reached her scarlet little treasure he shifted to subtle strokes, barely touching her. It made her whine and wriggle in urgent desire. She felt an overwhelming need to be filled, to feel his powerful penis deep inside her, throbbing in the confinement bursa otele gelen escort of her cunt. She felt dirty, perverted and obscene, rapidly transforming from an enlightened career woman into a slut, just craving to satisfy her sexual need.

‘You don’t have to beg for it… yet…!’ he said coolly, announcing what lay ahead for her.

He resumed spanking her bottom and she took it because she couldn’t escape, because now she didn’t want to escape. On the contrary, she was enjoying his thrashing more and more, an animal need building up within her pelvis. Her buttocks burning, her clitoris throbbing, her cunt was squeezing out her juices as his strokes continued to come down on her. She was dazed, intoxicated with lust, giddy with the sensations emanating from her buttocks, from between her legs. Her mind seemed to drift, to float away from her as the pain turned into incredible pleasure. He only stopped when he had reduced her buttocks to quivering, scarlet mounds of desire.

‘You forgot you’re just a slut but now you remember who owns you, don’t you?’

Sobbing she crouched on elbows and knees over the carpet till she could roll over on the mattress. With her ankles held high, her thighs wide open, her sex salivating in desire, her supine body was an open invitation to be entered and used for his pleasure. He didn’t hurry when he knelt between her legs and sank his throbbing member down into her. Thoroughly enjoying how the soft lips of her sex opened easily for him, he slid into her. She groaned in passion as she felt his pulsing rod slide into her depths. The full contact with his lean muscular body made her skin burn in flames and she was gasping and panting with the onset of orgasm.

‘I’ll do your tight ass next’ Tony said matter-of-factly. ‘You’d like that, won’t you?

‘Yes,’ she murmured, her head rolling from side to side. ‘Fuck my cunt, my mouth, my ass fuck all my holes.’

Cathy shivered in guilty pleasure at her own words, knowing she was just a squirming body in heat, an instrument to satisfy the needs of his penetrating rod.

‘You have the sequence wrong. Only after I’ve drilled your ass all open with my dick, I will shove it in your sweet centerfold mouth!’

His rude, cruel words almost make her come. He rammed into her cunt time after time, tormenting her burning buttocks, not caring for anything but the frantic bucking of her body under his. She was wailing and yammering in agony. When she felt his member swell and tense before it began the final pumping, she practically screamed at him to fill her with his spend. His cum started boiling in his balls, working itself up to the burning head of his joystick. Shaking violently she exploded in orgasm as his seed overflowed her vagina.

He let the storm abate but she felt barely rested when he resumed their coupling and pushed her head down to his sex, pungent and sticky with their mingled juices. The smell revived her and she sucked eagerly at the semi-erect member, cherishing it with her lips, till she had it restored to its full original glory. She experienced a sense of pride when she felt the throbbing slime-covered penis fill her mouth, forcing her jaws wide apart to contain it. Carefully her agile tongue and lips removed the remnants of their first copulation from the proud pole. Her tongue slithered across the slit in the engorged helm while she was waiting for the nasty part of her private afternoon. He ran through her hair approvingly and then grabbed the blonde locks firmly, almost painfully, to turn her face towards him.

‘Now we will start the real fun part, won’t we?’

A finger traced her lips and pushed demanding her confirmation.

‘Migod, your lips are beautiful…’

Obediently she sucked and licked his phalanx as a puppy, happy at the approving words of her master. Slowly, as if it was part of a ritual he moved his hand over her lower back and slipped his fingers into the dampness of her cunt, then spread the slime of their last mating over her anus. He pushed his finger into the tight aperture, creating a river of sensations through her body. She moaned, pushing her body down so he could penetrate her further.

‘You want my cock there, do you?’

‘Yes, yesss…’

An intense heat recaptured her body, enveloping her in a lust that blocked all other thoughts. He lifted her off his lap and guided her to the bed. Excited beyond reason Cathy waited for her next ordeal. She knew it would be a hard fuck of her ass with all its perverted ramifications and positioned herself accordingly. With her face and shoulders pressed on the bed cover, her knees pushed apart, her well-spanked bottom folded over the edge of the bed, her body made for quite a picture of decadent obedience, emphasized by her dress, still loosely wrapped around her waist and her stockings showing the way to her corrupted paradise. She felt his saliva-covered cock sliding between her bottom cheeks, bursa sınırsız escort wetting her brown eye. For a while he stayed like that, rubbing his salivated cock between her creamy orbs, his balls slapping against her pussy, making her clit twinge in response.

He had an agonizing way to let her wait, moaning and shuddering in a mixture of misery and excitement. During these endless minutes Cathy learned she craved for this ultimate penetration. Nevertheless she couldn’t hold back a grunt as her anal ring stretched, gave and filled with cock. Slowly but ruthlessly he forced his way up her back passage. Out of a sense of obligation she protested at this perverse use of her rear entrance, whining and groaning as he filled her rectum with hard cock-meat. He sodomized her slowly, easing his erection in and out, turning her muscular ring inside out wickedly and then pushing it back in, over and over again. It made her crazy, moaning and groaning in lust, utterly engulfed by the sensation of his prick, obscenely playing with her helpless anus. She was unable to hide the rapture of another defeat. When he was ramming himself home deep in her bowels, Cathy found herself yelling in carnal delight, begging for more and deeper penetrations. She thought he would come up her bottom, enjoying the view and the warm, sticky embrace of her back passage but when he pulled back she knew he had another degradation in store for her.

He pulled her arms forcing to lift her upper body from the bed. At the same moment his cock popped out of her anus. She felt the wet, sticky sensation of fluid running down from her bottom hole as it closed with a lewd bubbling sound while she dropped on her knees with her head up. Five quiet steps brought him around her, holding his erection out. Cathy swallowed when she realized he was to live up to his lewd announcement. She was going to take his cock in her mouth, the same cock that had just stirred up her ass and she would be unable to stop herself. When she opened her mouth, he moved his penis forward, not forcing her but making her take the decision herself. His erection was as formidable as ever, wetly gleaming in the soft light of the honeymoon suite. It would have been a beautiful romantic sight if it wasn’t so utterly perverted.

Cathy tried to hold back but her sense of dignity was completely erased and with a last, miserable whimper she closed her mouth over his erection and began to suck it. She could taste herself, rich and female, against the male taste of his cock. Kneeling with her anus and cunt dribbling goo, she shamelessly sucked, carousing the cock that just had pained her ass. The thought of being used and abused for his dominating pleasure sent her arousal to frightening heights. When pulled back from her sucking lips she turned around without any command, raising her bottom high to allow him the deepest access to the very core of her body.

‘You like to be fucked in the ass again, do you? You beautiful slut!’

‘Yes, yes. Fuck me in the ass, fuck me senseless.’

The brown tissue around her anus stretched to capacity as he impaled her again, the elastic ring gripping the root of his massive cock. Between her thighs she watched his swinging balls as he fucked her narrow rectal channel. She felt him pulsing and expanding even more, distending her sphincter to the very limit. Then he cried out loud, his sperm jetting from his throbbing knob and lubricating her anal cylinder. She could feel his cream filling her, flooding and cooling her hot bowels as he drained his heavy balls. Reaching her own orgasm shock waves of pleasure rocked her glowing body. Her skin seemed to be hit by electric discharges and convulsing over her whole body she let out screams of ultimate delight.

When she felt him relax in the aftermath of his orgasm Cathy shuddered in excitement as she remembered their first night, how she had expressed her total capitulation. She felt his cock, still firmly embedded in her ass, gradually shrinking. A gulp of sperm escaped her sphincter, gushing along his softening shaft. She gasped when she turned around towards him and saw the enshrined cylinder, so neatly packaged in its sheath of flesh. In the light of the room for the first time she could observe the vile remnants of their perverted copulation in explicit detail. The grayish gobs defiling the plump sausage indicated their obvious origin.

Cathy remembered her statement of submissiveness the other night. Then it was just an act on impulse, conveniently performed in the darkish light of dawn. Now, with the warm glow of so many lights the act would be clearly visible in all its obscene debauchery. Not again, I won’t do it again. Nevertheless she felt an irresistible urge, a visceral need to debase herself another time. It would be a reaffirmation of her subservience, an acknowledgement of her second defeat. When she looked up Cathy saw him looking down at her. She kept eye contact when she started licking the gooey from his shaft like a pussycat licking the cream from his finger. Tears welled up in her eyes when she realized she was committing herself to pleasure him in the future and that no holes would be barred. With his lukewarm juiced sausage fattening in the cavern of her mouth her world exploded until she faded in comforting darkness.

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The booming sound of thunder woke me. I could hear the violent storm right outside the window. My eye opened just barely enough to register the glowing numbers from the bedside alarm clock. 5:03AM was way too early to be getting up.

I didn’t need to check. Same storm, same time…it’s Tuesday again. By now I had given up keeping track of how many there had been. I’ve always had a problem with judging time. Not in the sense that I was always late, but that things that weren’t as important to me could have happened two months or two years ago, and I wouldn’t be able to discern how long ago it was. If I ever needed an alibi, I was gonna go to jail.

I gingerly moved to get out of bed, being careful not to wake Gabriela, my FWB who was still slumbering beside me. It was her bed and this was her apartment. I was her guest after Monday night’s time hanging out at the club together. I’m not much of a club guy, and if it wasn’t for Gabriela wanting to go and get a couple of drinks, I would not have gone there. I was able to gather my clothes and put them on in the dark, as my clothes were always in the same place since this whole resetting day thing began. Tuesday after Tuesday after Tuesday after Tuesday. The cycle had not been broken. I wasn’t sure it could be, or how it might be. At this point, my attitude was that “it is what it is”, meaning there was nothing I could knowingly do to change my circumstances, so just accept, adapt, and carry on.

I had been putting this off for some time. No matter how much I didn’t want to address the matter concerning my mother Susan and my sister Bella, I felt that I needed to. Bella had moved back to our family home to live with our mother after she had broken off her engagement more than a year prior.

My last visit had gone quite askew from my intended plans of helping move furniture and such for my sister Bella. I had arrived early and unannounced, only to witness a sexual circus between my mother and my sister, which I later joined. I could have simply left the whole thing alone until time finally decided it was done screwing with me. Or I could have repeated the whole situation multiple times had I been so inclined. I had questions that I wouldn’t get answers to in any other way, so I was planning to head over to my mother’s house this morning, this time giving her plenty of warning before my arrival.

I dressed in my clothes which still smelled faintly of the club. I left the apartment, making sure the door locked behind me. I was soon riding my Harley back to my place for a shower and fresh clothing. Since it was still too early to show up at my mother’s, I took care of the same chores that I had done sporadically throughout this whole Tuesdays debacle. Once it was a more respectable time, I texted my mother to let her know I was headed over shortly. Before I even made it out the door my phone rang. It was my mother.

“Hi mom.” I answered.

“Good morning Brad. I know the plan was to come over later for you to help Bella, but isn’t it a little bit early for that?”

“Yeah, it is kinda early, but actually I wanted to talk to you.”

“Oh really, what about? she asked.

“About you, Bella, and your “extracurricular” activities.”

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the line. I looked at my phone to make sure it was still connected.

“Alright, but I’m not sure what you mean.” she responded.

“Mom, let’s not do that. Just believe that I know what’s going on behind closed doors.”

“Well, you know you’re welcome at home any time, so I’ll see you when you get here.”

She hung up. I wasn’t sure I was ready to do this. It’s not like I knew how this was going to go. The plan only went so far as to get there, let her know I knew, and take it from there. I could put this off some more. If I didn’t show up, tomorrow it would be right back to the way it was before, except I still knew what was happening. But they wouldn’t know I knew. It would be just another Tuesday to them. I decided that since I already pulled the trigger on it that I would follow through and let the chips fall where they may.

I took my bike this time, not caring about the potential need to haul stuff with my truck. Plus there was the added benefit of my mother knowing exactly when I arrived, as my Harley was not quiet. She would hear it before I actually even reached her house. As I pulled into the driveway I noticed that Bella’s car was not there. I still parked behind my mother’s car, as I wasn’t sure when my sister would return, but did not want to take her spot and get blocked in when she got back. I knocked on the front door and walked in. The door was not locked since she was expecting me, so I locked it behind me when I shut it.

My mother was not in the living room, kitchen, or dining room. The bathroom door was open and the room was dark, so that really only left one more place in the house to check. I headed for her bedroom. From what happened the last time I was here, I called https://sokkan.org out before I went down the hallway.

“Mom? Where are you?”

“Back here.” she called from her bedroom.

So towards her room I went. As I walked in through the open door, I saw her sitting in an armchair by the window, still in her bathrobe and reading a book. I knew she knew I was on my way, as we had already talked, so for her to still be in the state she was in surprised me a little. That was the whole reason for my call, so she could be ready. On seeing me enter, she placed her bookmark and closed the book, holding it on her lap. I was close enough to read the title. It was “Fifty Shades of Grey”. Of course it was. From what had happened last time, I guess that shouldn’t surprise me.

“Good morning Brad. What brings you by to talk to me so early in the morning?”

“You know why I’m here. I already told you on the phone. I know about yours and Bella’s “special” relationship.”

“I really don’t know what you’re going on about.” she responded. “Bella asked to move back in after she broke it off with what’s-his-name. I would do the same for you if you needed.”

“I know that part, and I appreciate it. But what’s been happening the last few months is what I’m talking about. You taking advantage of my sister is what I’m talking about. Your blatant manipulation of a vulnerable girl to satisfy your needs is what I’m talking about.”

I saw my mother’s face darken as I made my accusations. I thought that I may have crossed a line in speaking to her like that.

“Look Brad, I don’t know what you think you know or where you got your information. Since we’re obviously not beating around the bush here, I will say that everything your sister and I do is consensual. We’re both grown adults and I’m not your actual mother. I’m your stepmother, so it’s not actually incest, if that was where you were going with that. I’m not taking advantage of her or manipulating her. In fact, she was the one who actually started all this, not me. You should ask your sister about all of it if you really want to know. She’d be mortified that you knew, but if you do ask, she’s not going to lie about it. Up until your sister moved back in I had not been with anyone since your father. In actuality, if I was going to groom one of you over the years, it would have been you.”

Two pieces of information caught my attention. The first was her claim that Bella had initiated all this. The second was her eyeing me now that I had deflated a little as she explained things.

“Me?” I asked.

“To put it rather bluntly, I like cock Brad. Even though I guess I go both ways now, I still prefer man meat. I also like to be in control. There’s nothing like the feeling of dominance over another person sexually. That’s not new though. I’ve always been like that. I know you Brad, just like I know your sister. Your sister likes to be controlled. She likes being told what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. You do too. You were always eager to please growing up, and I suspect that’s still the case. I mean, just look at yourself now. Your cock is about to burst through your pants at this very moment.”

She was right. My hardness was tight against my jeans and struggling to break free. My mother got up from her chair, laid her book down, and stepped over to where I still stood in front of her bed. I stayed where I was, frozen like a deer in the headlights. The robe she wore wasn’t tied around her waist, and flowed open from her movements as she approached me. I noticed that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath either. She stopped right in front of me, having to look up as I towered over her. We were staring each other down as her hand groped the front of my jeans. She traced the outline of my cock as I tried to stifle a slight groan. She smiled a little when she heard that. Without looking she unzipped me and reached in to fish out my tool. Once I realized that I wasn’t moving and was simply letting her have free reign to do as she wished, I did move to stop it. Her grip on my shaft tightened and I was unable to pull away without potentially injuring myself.

“It’s a little late for that, and it just proved my point. You knew I was coming for you, but you did nothing to stop me. You know you could stop me at any time. You’re a lot bigger and stronger than I am, or you could simply say “no”, but I still seem to have the upper hand at the moment. I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you the chance to end this right now. It’ll be like nothing ever happened and we will never speak of it again if you just turn around and walk away. If you don’t though, I plan on seeing if you’re as much of a submissive little slut as I think you are. So…what’s it gonna be Brad?”

I just stood there, not speaking and not moving. My mother moved around me, still firmly holding my wood in her hand. I had no choice but to turn around with her. She now stood in front of the bed. She released my cock and stood bursa eskort there for a moment to see if I would hightail it out of there. When I didn’t, one side of her mouth turned upwards in a satisfied smirk. She placed her hands on my shoulders and applied increasing pressure until I kneeled on the floor. My mother sat on the bed, letting her robe completely drape open without the slightest hint of modesty. We locked eyes and she crooked her finger at me, telling me what she wanted without using words. She then spread her legs wide apart in invitation and waited. I shuffled forward on my knees. Her hand went behind my head and gently drew me straight to her cleft. I heard a soft sigh and a slight lilting giggle from her as my tongue barely made contact with my mother’s intended target. She moved her hips forward, pressing herself firmly against me as I was held in place by her hand behind my head. I recalled this exact activity from the last time I was here. Even though the last time I did this, it was in the living room on her couch, her reactions were the same.

“Mmm hmmm. Just like I thought.” she sighed. “Both you and your sister have one thing in common. You are willing to give up control to anyone willing to take it from you. Your sister has turned into a little slut who will do whatever I say. It looks like you will also follow suit.”

My mother pulled me harder against her as my tongue worked her exactly as she wanted. She was moaning from my efforts but didn’t stay in that position long. She let me go on for a few minutes before she brought her knees back together again, effectively cutting off my access to continue servicing her. I sat back on my ankles and looked at her questioningly.

“Go open the closet door and grab what’s hanging on the back of it.” she instructed.

I opened the indicated door and froze. I immediately recognized what it was she sent me for. There were different items hanging from several hooks that I never would have guessed my own mother owned. There were a couple paddles and flogs, a leash and collar, and on the final hook was a web of straps I vividly remembered from when I had been standing outside my mother’s bedroom watching my mother take my sister using that same harness. The unique looking artificial phallus was already fitted in place on it. The fake, dark cock sticking out the front along with the second, smaller unit pointed inwards seemed to be taunting me as they swung in the air after I opened the door. I stood staring at it for a few seconds before removing it from the hook and I turned to see my mother watching me. Her eyebrow arched as I swung towards her with the harness in my hand.

“It’s interesting to see what you picked when you had all those choices.” my mother mused. “Bring it here.”

I took the harness to her and tried to hand it to her, but she refused to take it from me. She placed her hands on my shoulders and raised a foot. It was quite clear what was expected of me. I went back to my knees and fitted the article on her. I hesitated when in order to strap it closed on the side I would have to fit the inward facing dildo into place by pressing it inside her. I looked up to see the amused expression on her face. She turned halfway towards the bed and placed one knee onto it, effectively spreading herself open to do exactly what was needed. I flushed in embarrassment as I placed the tool against my mother’s entrance and gently penetrated her with it. Once it was fully buried, I finished fastening the harness.

“Good boy.” she praised. “Now open wide son.”

I stared blankly at her, not understanding.

“Remember, you’re the one who chose this. What did you think was going to happen once I put this on? Now open up and show your mother what a good little slut you can be.”

When she started sliding the dark silicone shaft between my lips was when I realized that I had opened my mouth just as she wished. My hands held her hips as she slid in and out of my compliant orifice.

“I never expected to see this, but I’m glad you came by, and I’m glad you’re just like your sister.” my mother said as she slowly and gently slid the fake cock deeper into my mouth. “Just relax Brad. Just let it glide across your tongue. Don’t try to fight it. Stick out your tongue, it opens your throat. Swallow as it goes farther into your mouth. You’re doing just fine. Keep breathing. Just take a little at a time.”

Her coaching led to her fake cock going deeper with each stroke. I couldn’t help but gag as she went deeper, but she backed off, let me regain my breath, and slowly started over again.

“Good boy. Good job. Get it good and wet Brad. I like seeing you like this, on your knees and worshiping my staff. I’m really gonna love what comes next.”

She backed away, dragging her sex toy out of my mouth. My mother took me by the arm and pulled me onto the bed. I sat where she had been earlier as she went to her nightstand. Opening the drawer, she pulled out a bottle, orhangazi escort poured some of the liquid onto her hand, and slathered it over her strapon. The smell of strawberries filled the air around her.

“Strip, and get on your hands and knees Brad.” she said as she came close.

I shed my clothing as she had demanded and then got onto the bed. She pushed and pulled me into the position she wanted. I felt like a life sized sex doll. I was at the edge of the bed and heard her approaching behind me. I felt her hands on my ass and her slick fingers travel up and down my fissure. I gasped loudly as she worked two fingers into me. I squirmed in discomfort until she removed her fingers and spread my ass open. I almost screamed when her tongue made unexpected contact with my vulnerable opening. I uncontrollably moaned and gasped as she rimmed me. I hadn’t ever been in this position, feeling what she was doing to me. My mother’s hand reached under me and grasped my hanging trunk. She lightly jacked me as she continued her oral activity. I couldn’t think, couldn’t focus, and couldn’t refuse her at this point. My mother climbed onto the bed behind me and slid her strapon along my crease. The lube made her glide across my skin, repeatedly passing over my exposed hole.

“Are you ready Brad? I’m going to enjoy taking you. Don’t worry, you’re not the first man to give it up to me like this.”

I wanted to ask her about her last statement when her cock invaded me. She had done her best to relax and arouse me, getting me ready for her anal invasion. I stopped breathing for a couple seconds and clutched the bedspread as her black snake slithered deeper.

“Oh fuck!” I finally groaned.

“Don’t worry, I will.” my mother answered, sinking in a little deeper.

“Stop, stop, stop!!!” I begged her.

She did stop her forward movement, but made no effort to retreat. She held still as I tried to adjust to her filling my backside. She rubbed my back with one hand and continued to steadily fondle my member with the other, all the while making shushing noises like I was being a petulant child. My heavy panting slowed somewhat as the initial pain and shock receded. Once I quieted, my mother squeezed some more lube onto her toy and began to inch forward some more. I groaned some more in complaint, but didn’t outright stop her again, so my mother kept going. It felt like she spent hours in her trespass from behind. I heard her whispering reassuringly, but the words were lost on me. Once I felt the cold metal ring of her harness press against my ass, I knew I had accommodated her entire length.

“Mmmm hmmm.” she muttered. “Good boy. You’ve got the whole thing now. Can you feel me buried deep in your ass? That was your first time, wasn’t it? Did your mother just take your cherry? I loved hearing you fight it. But your cock is still hard, so I know you’re enjoying this. You are just like your sister, a little sub slut who secretly wants to be taken.”

While she was talking, she was also backing off inch by inch, just as slowly and carefully as she had buried her rod into me. I felt the head pop on its exit, but my mother held still at my conquered portal. A little more lube and a little more pressure and she was forcing herself forward for a second time. My groaning was not as loud this time, so she pushed ahead with more intensity. She bottomed out much quicker this time and tightly held my hips as though she thought I might suddenly try to escape.

“Much better. Good boy. Do you want some more?”

Without waiting for a response she withdrew and thrust forward once more. She was still being gentle with me, presumably because it was my first time. Once fully buried, this time she didn’t stop or wait, but just repeated her movements.

“I love fucking you like this, but I want mine too.” she said as her fake cock hovered at my entrance. “Are you ready for me to really take that ass now?”

I guess I didn’t understand the rhetorical question and was therefore unprepared as my mother firmly held my hips and started driving into me hard and fast, like she was hate fucking me.

“OOOooohhh!! Ooohh! Ooohh!” I groaned uncontrollably as she took my ass for her own pleasure.

I knew the dildo inside her was fucking her just as hard, but I guess that was the point. She wasn’t doing this solely for her proof of ownership of a new piece of meat, but also to drive her towards her climax. My discomfort had faded away. Her repeated thrusting kept rubbing a spot that was making me see stars. What I had formerly protested against gave way to hoping she would keep going. My cock was leaking all over the bed below me. The sounds of flesh slapping filled the room around us. I could faintly hear my mother’s increased moaning as I guessed she was getting closer to her own finish.

“Almost there, almost there. Fucking your tight little ass is gonna make me cum so hard. Do you want me to cum Brad? Do you like hearing your own mother cum from taking you like a bitch? You know that I own your ass now, don’t you?”

She was loud and demanding, while still plunging in and out of my abused hole. I was close to my own orgasm, but didn’t want her to know it. It didn’t seem to matter what I wanted though. She already knew.

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