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Gülçinden Anılar 4
Sabaha kadar hiç uyumadan yatakta yattım. Sarıldığım yastık tek sığınağımdı. Kalkmaya her niyetlendiğimde gözyaşlarımla tekrar yatağa gömülüyordum. Ahmet gibi bir hayvanla olmak istediğim için kendime küfürler ediyor, sonra başka şeyler düşünmeye çalışırken kendimi yine ağlarken buluyordum. Sabaha karşı yavaşça doğruldum. Pembe okuma lambamın ışığına günün ilk ışıkları karışmaya başlamıştı. Ayağa kalktım. Üzerimden dozer geçmiş gibi hissediyordum. Ağrımayan tek bir kemiğim yoktu. Yorganı çekip yatağa baktım. Yatağın farklı yerlerinde kan izleri vardı. Bunların ne kadarı benden, ne kadarı Ahmetten bulaşmıştı bilmiyordum ama birazdan öğrenecektim. Ağır adımlarla banyoya ilerledim. Klozetin oturma kısmını kaldırmadan işeyen Ahmetin sidiklerini silerken “bunu da yaptırdı” bana diye küfürler savuruyordum. Kendimi kontrol ettim. Bir parça kurumuş kan vardı anüsümde. İçim hala yanıyordu ve temizlenirken Ahmetin spermleri çıkıyordu hala bağırsaklarımdan. O zamana kadar aynaya bakmayı akıl edememiştim. Çekinmiştim belki de. Korkarak aynaya döndüm. Gözaltlarım mosmordu. Kollarım, göğüslerim, belim ve bacaklarımda da morluklar vardı. Dün gecenin başındaki seksi halimden eser yoktu. Saçlarım karman çorman, manikürlü tırnaklarımın arası kan içinde, makyajım çeneme kadar akmış… Salona yürüdüm. O hayvana özene bezene kurduğum sofraya baktım. Sonra da her şeyi çöpe attım. Spermlerini doldurup içtiğim kadehte ruj izlerim ve Ahmetin kurumuş dölleri duruyordu. Lavaboya fırlatıp kırdım o günahkar cam parçasını, suç onunmuş gibi. Koltuktaki kurumuş sperm izlerini bir bezle ovaladım, sinirimden neredeyse kumaşı yırtıyordum. O gece giydiğim seksi kıyafetlerimi ve yatak takımlarını çöpe attım. Ahmeti hatırlatacak bir şey kalmamalıydı evimde.

Kısa bir duş alıp giyinmeye başladım. Sancım ve yanmam artmıştı. Fazla hareket yaramamıştı. Yakınlardaki özel hastaneyi arayıp randevu aldım. Sonra da işi arayıp hala kötü olduğumu ve hastaneye gideceğimi söyledim. Müdür “geçmiş olsun” derken pek de inanmış görünmüyordu. Hastanedeki doktor hanım çok anlayışlıydı. Anal seks yaptığımı ve canımın yandığını söyledim. Muayene edip; çok ciddi bir yaralanmam olmadığını ama bağırsak çeperlerimde tahrişe bağlı kanama gerçekleştiğini, dikkatli olmam gerektiğini, anal seksin nazik yapılması gerektiğini söyleyip bazı merhem, ağrı kesici ve antibiyotikler verdi. Sonra başka bir bölümdeki doktor arkadaşını arayıp 5 günlük ağır soğuk algınlığı raporu ayarladı ve işyerime fakslaması için sekretere verdi. Tam teşekkür edip masadan kalkıyordum ki, hastane polisi ile de konuşabileceğini söyledi gözlerimin içine bakarak. O an doktorların gerçekten kutsal bir iş yaptıklarını tekrar anladım. Gözlerim dolmuştu. Bir şey demeden çıktım odadan. Biraz daha kalsam ona sarılıp ağlayabilirdim.

5 Gün evden hiç çıkmadım. Doktorumun verdiği diyet çerçevesinde sadece çorba içiyordum zaten. Bir iki arkadaş gelip gitti. Kimseye bir şey anlatmadım. Çokça uyudum. Kabus görmediğim zamanlar Tülin giriyordu düşlerime. “Neden yaptın bunu bana?” diyordu. Sonra bana sarılıyordu. Şefkate ihtiyacım vardı ama bir erkeğinkine değil. Beni ancak bir kadın anlardı. Benim Tüline ihtiyacım vardı…

Raporum bittiğinde daha iyiydim. İşe başladım ve beklediğim tabloyla karşılaştım. Ahmet olanları herkese anlatmıştı. Alışveriş merkezindeki herkes birbirine beni gösteriyordu. Arkamdan fısıldananlar kulaklarımda çınlıyordu. Asılanların haddi hesabı yoktu. Alışveriş merkezinde çalışan ne kadar erkek varsa bu anal seks kraliçesiyle yatmak istiyordu. Hepsini tersliyordum. Tülin yine yüzüme bakmıyordu. Ahmeti uzaktan gördüğümde ise yolumu değiştiriyordum. Birkaç kez karşılaşmak için çabaladı ama her seferinde atlattım. Onu değil görmek, hatırlamak bile istemiyordum.

Tam 2 ay geçti böyle. Psikolojim hiç iyi değildi. Önceleri akşam iş çıkışı kendimi eve kapatıyordum. Bu hapis hayatı bana iyi gelmemişti. Kendimi başka kollara attım. İstiklalin ara sokaklarındaki tüm barlara, clublara tek başıma gidiyor ama eve biriyle dönüyordum. Üniversiteli rockçılar, göbekli işadamları, ortam tikileri sırasıyla yatağıma girdiler. Hatta bir seferinde gay görünümlü parlak bir oğlanı attım yatağa. Ama hiçbiri derman olmuyordu içimdeki yaraya. Yatakta acıtıyordum erkekleri. Dalga geçiyordum. Beni tatmin edememenin ezikliğiyle kaçıyorlardı evimden. Tek istediğim Tülindi ama o benden çok uzaktı. Gay barlara da takıldım Tülinden başka bir kadın ister mi canım diye. Bir kadının evine de gittim. Çok güzel bir hatundu ama öpüşmeye başladığımızda midem bulandı. Benim tek istediğim Tülindi, başka bir kadın değil.

Bizim mağazadaki kızların birinin doğum günü vardı. Kız kıza çıkalım dendi. Pek hevesli değildim ama gitmesem ayıp olacaktı. Sıkıcı ve salaş bir bar, ortama giren bir kız grubuna sarkan bir sürü salak oğlan. Barda oturmuş tek başıma her mekanda çalan aynı şarkılar eşliğinde sarhoş olmaya çalışıyor, yanımda dolanan erkeklere köpek çekiyordum ki onu gördüm. Ortama tüm ışıltısıyla girmişti. Tülin doğum günü kızını öpüp tebrik ederken kıskançlıktan çatlamak üzereydim. Olmeca shotları sıralamaya başladım. Barmen bu benden deyip bir Jack doldurdu. Tülin bir tanrıça gibi görünmeye başlamıştı. Bar sandalyesinden popomu kurtarıp, sallanarak ona doğru yürümeye başladım. O da tam bu sırada tuvalete yöneldi. Arkasından girdim. Aynada kendini süzüyordu. Üzerine oturan ve kalçalarını muhteşem gösteren dar bir kot ve beyaz gömleğiyle muhteşemdi. Beni fark edince çantasından rujunu çıkartıp sürmeye başladı. Orada yokmuşum gibi davranıyordu.

– Tülin…
– Ne var?
– Tülin böyle yapma ne olur, hadi sessiz bir yere gidip konuşalım
– Konuşacak bir şeyim yok
– Hayır var, neden kaçıyorsun benden?

Bunu söylerken elimi beline doğru götürdüm. Öyle bir döndü ki geri sıçradım. Benden daha uzun ve iri bir kızdı. Zaten o olaydan sonra ürkekleşmiştim biraz. Başım da dönüyordu hafiften. Bu arada tuvalete iki tiki kız girdi. Gürültülü şekilde kahkahalar atıyorlardı.

– Bana dokunma sakın
– Tülin ne olur konuşalım
– Ne konuşacaksın? Ne istiyorsun benden?
– Tülin sana ihtiyacım var
– Allah belanı versin Gülçin. Ben lezbiyen değilim tamam mı?
– Ne olur hadi bana gidelim, sarıl bana. Yumuşacık tenine, o kadife bakışlarına çok ihtiyacım var. Sana anlatacak o kadar çok şeyim var ki…

Lafımı tamamlayamadan Tülin beni tuttuğu gibi hemen arkamızdaki kapısı açık tuvalet kabinine doğru sertçe itti. Üzerime yürüyüp boynumdan tuttu. Sendeleyerek kabine girdim. Arkamdan da Tülin girip kapıyı kapattı. Tikilerin çığlık çığlığa dışarı kaçtığını duydum.

– Konuş bakalım, ne istiyorsun? Benimle yatmak istiyorsun değil mi? Beni yine parmaklamak istiyorsun. Suratına boşalmamı, sıvılarımı tatmak istiyorsun. Beni yine kullanmak istiyorsun değil mi Gülçin. Beni sıkmek istiyorsun sen. Benim ne hissettiğimin hiç önemi yok değil mi?
– Oohhhh Tülin, ne olur hadi bana gidelim.
– Ayyaş bir fahişeden başka bir şey değilsin sen
– Ne dersen de, seni seviyorum. Seni sevmek istiyorum, senin olmak istiyorum
– Öyle mi?

Bunu derken elini sağ göğsüme koydu.

– Demek benim olmak istiyorsun?
– Ohhhh evet Tülin evet
– Göğüslerini emmemi istiyorsun değil mi?
– Tülin becer beni bu gece, ne olur
– Sana oral seks yapmamı, seni getirmemi de istiyorsun
– Tülin öp beni hadi

Yavaşça kulağıma doğru eğildi. Kulak mememi dudaklarının arasına alıp ezmeye başladı. Bu kadarı bile yetmişti. Bacağımı klozetin üzerine kaldırıp eteğimi sıyırdım ve kendimi okşamaya başladım.

– “Seninle tek bir şartla yatarım” diye fısıldadı dili kulak mememdeyken
– Ne istersen aşkım, ne istersen
– İtiraz edersen beni bir daha göremezsin
– “Tülin şu an bile gelmek üzereyim” diye inledim

Birden iki kolumu da tutup yukarı kaldırdı ve beni tuvaletin duvarına yapıştırdı. Eğilip dudaklarıma yapıştı. Deli gibi öpüşürken birden kendini geri çekti. Kalçalarımı ve vajinamı bacağına sürtmeye çalışıyordum. Gözlerimin içine baktı ve soğuk bir tonda konuştu…

– Seninle yatacağım ama…
– Ama ne?
– Ama Ahmette olacak. Üçlü yapacağız

Donup kaldım. Titremeye başladım. Olanları biliyor muydu? Benden intikam mı almak istiyordu? Gözlerim doldu. Onu istiyordum. Her pahasına hem de. Ama bu çok kötüydü, bunu kaldırabilir miydim? Başım daha şiddetli dönmeye başladı.

– Üçlü olmazsak beni unut
– Ama Tülin…
– Tartışma yok. Teklifim bu, bana mesaj atıp kararını bildir

Tam bu sırada tuvaletin kapısı sertçe vuruldu. Kadın body guard “dışarı çıkın” diye bağırıyordu. Tülin kapıyı açtı ve kararlı adımlarla tuvaletten çıkıp gitti. Body guard kolumdan tutup beni dışarı sürükledi. Tülin çoktan çıkıp gitmişti bardan. Vestiyerden montumu alırken birden dönüp bara yöneldim. Body guard arkamdan seyirtirken, bana Jack ısmarlayan barmene adresimi verip kaçta çıkacağını sordum. İşinin bir saat sonra bittiğini söyleyip geleceğini söyledi. Taksiye atlayıp eve gittim. Soyunup duşa girdim. Düşünmemeye çalışıyordum. Bornozumu giymiştim ki kapı çaldı. Başım hala dönüyordu. Adını bile bilmediğim barmeni içeri aldım. Hiçbir şey söylemeden, daha ayakkabılarını bile çıkarttırmadan önünde diz çöküp fermuarını aşağı indirdim. Normal şartlarda hoşlanacağım kadar yakışıklı bir çocuktu. Penisi de hiç fena değildi ama bunlar umurumda değildi. Sadece düşünmemi engellemesi yeterdi bu gece. 10 Dakika sonra, tam o boşalmak üzereyken yerden kalkıp yatak odasına yürüdüm. Bornozumu çıkartmadan sırtüstü yatağa yatıp bacaklarımı açtım. Anlamıştı travma yaşayan metropol kadını olduğumu. Hiç konuşmadan bacak arama yerleşti. Prezervatifini takıp içime girdi ve becerdi beni. Boşalınca bir süre yanıma yattı. Sonra kalkıp bir tane daha prezervatif takıp ikinci postaya geçti. Bu daha uzun sürdü ve ben de geldim. Tam boşalacakken “ağzıma” diye fısıldadım. Prezervatifi çekip çıkarttı ve dudaklarıma yaklaşarak spermlerini sundu bana. Ağzımı açıp hepsini yuttum. Sonra kalkıp banyoya gittim. Klozete eğilip kustum. Tekila, viski ve sperm… Midemde ne varsa İstanbulun kokuşmuş kanalizasyon sistemine yolladım. Keşke beynimdeki düşünceleri de yollayabilseydim aynı yere. Yatak odasına döndüğümde çoktan gitmişti. Problemli kadınla uğraşmak, onu çözmeye çalışmak gereksiz bir uğraş bugünün İstanbulunda. En doğrusunu yapmıştı…

İşyerinde geçen 2 günden sonra kararımı verdim. Bir öğlen Tülini tek başına yakaladım alışveriş merkezinin yemek katında. Yanına oturdum.

– Tamam
– Demek kabul ediyorsun?
– Evet, sen ne dersen kabul ediyorum
– O zaman bu cumartesi
– Bu cumartesi olmaz, reglim
– O zaman öbür hafta sonu
– Tamam
– Ahmeti ben ayarlarım
– Neden bunu istiyorsun?
– Sen neden beni istiyorsun Gülçin?
– Demek istediğim olanları duydun mu?
– Duydum tabi, dedikodu kazanı burası
– O zaman neden beni acıtmaya çalışıyorsun?
– Bunu hak ediyorsun ama seni acıtmaya çalışmıyorum. Tek derdim karar vermek. Lezbiyen miyim yoksa değil miyim? Bunu da ancak ikisini de aynı anda yaşayarak anlayabileceğime karar verdim. Üstelik Ahmetle bir kişi başa çıkmak çok zor. İkimiz hakkından gelebiliriz ancak. Bu arada da birbirimizi keşfederiz.
– Keşke böyle olmasa. Keşke sadece sen ve ben…
– Şansını kaybetmek istemiyorsan sus

Tülin masadan kalkıp uzaklaştı. Sadece arkasından baktım. Önümde düşünecek iki uzun hafta vardı nasıl olsa. Tedirgindim. Ne olacağını bilmiyordum. Çelişkilerle dolu günler geçirdim. Bazen vazgeçiyor, Tüline mesaj yazarken buluyordum kendimi. Sonra onu ne kadar istediğimi anlayıp siliyordum yazdıklarımı. Sadece 2 gün kalmıştı büyük buluşmaya. Ahmeti kapıda gördüğümde ne hissedecektim, neler olacaktı? Tam en buhranlı zamanlarımı yaşarken Ahmetten bir mesaj geldi telefonuma. “Arka deliğini özledim orospucuğum” yazıyordu. Bu kadar. Beni yine arkadan yapacaktı. Bunu söylemişti o gece. Bundan sonra beni sadece gotumden sıkeceğini söylemişti. Bu fırsatı kaçırmayacaktı. Üstelik iki kadın olacaktı emrinde cumartesi gecesi. Öyle bir ikilemdeydim ki…

Cumartesi günümü off olarak ayarlamıştım. Pazar için de izin almıştım. Büyük buluşma bende olacaktı. Tülinin bir ev arkadaşı vardı. Ben ise tek başıma kalıyordum. Ahmette olması ise zaten mümkün değildi. O pislik yuvasına beni hiçbir güç sokamazdı. Hazırlığa sabahtan başladım. Yine güzel bir sofra kuracaktım. Aramızda bir erkek de olsa Tülin gelecekti. Önemli olan buydu. Yine kuaför, yine anal temizlik derken akşam olmak üzereydi. Bu sefer önlemimi daha iyi almıştım. Anal merhemleri daha iyi sürmek için doktor hanımın yazdığı pompayı kullandım kayganlaştırıcıyı sürerken. Lubricant en derinlerime kadar yayıldı. Ahmetin hayvanlığına önlem olarak evin her tarafına kayganlaştırıcılar yerleştirmiştim. Üstelik bu sefer arka deliğim daha alışık olacaktı. Korkularımdan öte Tülini göreceğim ve ona dokunacağım için çıldırmak üzereydim. Hem belki beni seçerdi gecenin sonunda. Onu o kadar çok istiyordum ki…

Bu gece rengim siyahtı. Siyah jartiyer çoraplarım, göğüslerimi pek de kapatmayan siyah büstiyerim ve g-stringim, önü fazlasıyla açık, büstiyerimi gösteren siyah mini gece elbisem ve yine siyah sivri burunlu, çok yüksek topuklu ayakkabılarımla geceye hazırdım. Rahatlamak için akşamüzeri içmeye başlamıştım. Çakır keyif halde masadaki son düzenlemeleri yaparken kapı çaldı. Allahım hangisiydi acaba? Ahmetle tek başıma kalmak istemiyordum. Çekine çekine kapıyı araladım. Çok şükür Tülindi. Yüzüme yerleşen gülümsemeyle açtım kapıyı. Muhteşem görünüyordu. Tülinin yüzü Berrak Tüzünataça benzer. Onu sarışınını düşünün. Boyu çok uzun olmasa da benden epey uzun ve göğüsleri çok daha büyüktür. Kalçaları ve bacaklarının düzgünlüğü ise beni her zaman kendine hayran bırakmıştır. Siyah deri bir pantolon giymişti. O çok sevdiği beyaz gömleklerden biri vardı üzerinde. Gömleğinin fırfırlarının arasından göğüs çatalı görünüyordu. Topuklu ayakkabılarıyla çok seksi görünüyordu. Büyük ve çok şık çantasını portmantonun üzerine bırakıp ayakkabısını çıkartmaya niyetlendi.

– Çıkarma lütfen, harika görünüyorsun
– “Peki” deyip içeri yürüdü.

Arkasından ilerledim. Masaya bakıp; “yine döktürmüşsün” dedi

– Senin için hayatım
– Beni özledin mi?
– Tülin deliriyorum senin için
– “Öyle mi?” deyip dudaklarıma küçük bir öpücük kondurdu

Tam koltuğa yönelmişti ki kapı çaldı. İçimden küfürler ederek kapıya yöneldim. Kimin geldiği belliydi. Ahmet pis sırıtışıyla kapıda dikiliyordu. Bir ürperti hissettim. “İçeri almayacak mısın?” diye sordu. Geri çekilip ona yer açtım. Yürüyüp geçti. Güzel bir şey kokuyordu. En azından temizdi. Salona geçtik. Tülin sofradakilerden atıştırıyordu ayakta. Ahmet ona doğru gidip dudaklarına yumuldu. Kıskançlıktan çatlayacaktım. Sonra bana dönüp kalçalarımı avuçladı.

– Beni özledin mi bebeğim
– Sence?
– Pek değil sanki
– Doğru tahmin
– Ama bu gece yine benimsin
– Öyle görünüyor
– Rahatla bebeğim, güzel bir gece olacak.

Bu arada Tülin koltuğa oturmuş bizi izliyordu. “Şunun karnını doyuralım hadi” deyip ayağa kalktı. Beraber mutfağa gittik. Yemekleri tabağa koyup döndüğümüzde Ahmet çoktan rakısını doldurmuştu. Masaya oturup saçma konulardan konuşmaya başladık. Benim pek iştahım yoktu. Tülin de tabağına fazla dokunmamıştı ama Ahmet yine silip süpürüyordu. Birden bacaklarımda bir ayak hissettim. Tülin ayakkabısını çıkartmış beni okşuyordu ayağıyla. Elimle ayağına dokundum. Büyük olmalarına rağmen incecik ayakları vardı Tülinin. Birbirimize bakıyorduk. Hava çoktan kararmış, salonum yine loş ışığımla aydınlanıyordu. Tülin daha da güzeldi.

Birden kalktı Tülin. Ahmetin önüne geçip çömeldi. Bir şey söylemeden fermuarını indirip hala yemeğini yiyen Ahmetin canavarını dışarı çıkartıp yalamaya başladı. Son lokmalarını yutmakla meşgul olan Ahmet pek ilgilenmedi bu durumla. Sandalyemi biraz yana çekip sahneyi izlemeye başladım. Tülin yarı uyanık aleti ağzına alıp çıkartıyordu. Bu konuda benim kadar iyi değildi ama hoşuna giderek yaptığı belliydi. Ahmet rakısını fondipledi, bir sigara yakıp Tülini sarı saçlarından yakalayıp daha hızlı şekilde ağzına sokup çıkartmaya başladı. Bu arada bana dönüp “sen de gel” dedi. Tülin kafasını kaldırdı, “hayır” dedi. “Onun gotunu sıkeceksin sadece”. Sonra tekrar yalamaya başladı. Ahmet “manyak orospular” deyip kafasını geriye attı. Elbisemi sıyırıp kendimi okşamaya başladım.

Tülin bir süre sonra ayağa kalktı. Ahmeti elinden tutup kaldırdı. Koltuğa götürürken Ahmet çoktan soyunmaya başlamıştı. Tülin de pantolonunu çıkarttı, külotunu sıyırıp gömleği ve ayakkabılarıyla kaldı. Ahmet koltuğa oturmuş penisini sıvazlıyordu. Tülin sırtı ona dönük şekilde penisinin üzerine gelip yavaşça çömeldi. Eliyle tutup bir iki sıvazlamadan sonra başını içine aldı. Zevk aldığı belliydi. Sonra da tamamının üzerine oturup sırtını Ahmete yasladı. Ahmet alttan pompalıyordu. Tülin ayakkabılarını koltuğun üzerine yerleştirip eliyle bana “gel” diye işaret yaptı. Ona doğru yürürken elbisemi sıyırıp attım üzerimden büyülenmiş gibiydim. Ne isterse yapmaya hazırdım. Eliyle ayakkabılarını gösterdi. Koltuğun önüne diz çöküp inleye inleye becerilen Tülinin ayaklarına yaklaştım. Kibarca ayakkabılarını çıkarttım ve ayaklarını ellerime aldım. Sonra da yalamaya başladım. Fetişist falan değildim ama o ne isterse yapmaya hazırdım. Dilim ayak parmaklarının aralarında dolanıyordu. Parmaklarını tek tek emiyordum. Bu arada da Ahmetin Tülini o koca penisiyle becermesini izliyordum. Tülin uzanıp saçlarımı okşadı gülümseyerek. Yavaşça doğruldum. Gömleğinin düğmelerini açıp sütyenini aşağı çektim. Göğüsleri benimdi artık. Uçları yine çatlayacak kadar büyümüştü. Uzun uzun emdim. Tülinin inlemeleri yavaş yavaş çığlıklara dönüşüyordu. Saçlarımdan yakalayıp yüzüne doğru çekti beni. Deli gibi öpüşmeye başladık. Sonra birden “geliyorum” deyip beni itti. Ne istediğini biliyordum. Vajinasına doğru eğildim. Tülinin bacakları ve o canavarı hapseden vajinası titriyordu. Sıvılarını fışkırtmaya başladı o güzel kadın. Ağzımı klitorisine yapıştırdım. Ahmetin penisi hızlı hızlı çeneme sürtünürken Tülinin sıvılarını yakalamaya çalışıyordum. Tülin çıldırmış gibi çığlıklar atıyordu. O sırada Ahmet “geliyorum” diye höykürerek penisini Tülinin içinden çıkarttı. Tülinin vajinasında hapsolan sıvılar akıyordu bir şelale gibi. Yetişemiyordum yutmak için, o kadar çoktu ki. Üstelik Ahmetin canavarı yolumu kesiyordu. Birden o da boşalmaya başladı. Spermler bir gayzer gibi diklemesine fırlıyordu. İlk birkaç salvonun bir kısmı Tülinin göbeğine, bir kısmı benim saçlarıma, bir kısmı da koltuğa fışkırdı. Hemen yakaladım canavarı ve ağzıma aldım. Yine anladım ki o bir damızlıktı. Ağzımı doldurdu bir anda spermleriyle. Tülinin sıvıları ve Ahmetin spermleri karışmıştı ağzımda. Yutmak için çok fazlaydı ve ağzımdaki miktar gittikçe artıyordu. Ağzımın kenarından bıraktım büyük bir kısmını. Büstiyerimden aşağı akarak halıya kadar ulaştı sıvılar. Çok az bir kısmını ise yuttum. Tülinin bacakları yay gibi gerilmişti. Boşalması biten Ahmet belinden tutup koltuğun diğer kenarına fırlattı Tülini. Değerimiz bu kadardı işte. Tülin hala titriyordu. Ahmetin göğüs kafesi de körük gibi inip kalkıyordu. Yavaşça Tüline yaklaştım. Göbeğinde kalan spermleri yalayarak temizlemeye başladım. Sonra yavaşça vajinasına yöneldim. Ağzımdaki spermlerle onu dölleyebilirdim. Bu çok tahrik edici bir fikirdi. Ama Tülin bunun yerine yine ayaklarını sundu bana. Onları yaladım uzun uzun. Ahmetin spermleri bulaştı ayak parmaklarına ama yine tertemiz yaptım onları dilimle. Bu arada becerilmeye ihtiyacım vardı. Feci haldeydim. Külotum sırıl sıklamdı. Ahmet bizi seyrediyordu. Kalkıp kendine rakı doldurdu gözlerini bizden ayırmadan. Ona dönüp; “sık beni” dedim, “neremden istersen oradan, yeter ki sık”…

Ahmet rakısından kocaman bir yudum aldı, bardağı masaya bırakıp yanıma geldi. Tülini koltuktan kaldırıp yan şekilde uzandı. Beni de sırtım ona dönük şekilde yanına çekti. Külotumu ve büstiyerimi alışık olduğum şekilde parçaladı. Canavarın kafasını arka deliğime dayadı. Tam sertleşmemişti ve biraz çaba harcadı. Tülin halıya oturmuş bizi seyrediyordu. Bir iki sıvazlamadan sonra içime girmeye başladı. Gözlerimi kıstım ve inledim; “Tüliiin”. Tülin elini dudaklarıma götürüp “sus” işareti yaptı. “Al hadi onu içine Gülçin, hepsini al” dedi. Ahmetin uzun yolculuğu başlamıştı.

Yavaş sokuyordu ama ben inlemeye çoktan başlamıştım. Hepsini sokmadan gelgite başladı. Zevk alıyordum ve korktuğum gibi olmamıştı. Kayganlaştırıcıyı çok bol sürmüştüm. Elimi vajinama attım ama Tülin engel oldu. “Birazdan” dedi. Sadece anal yolla tatmin olmak zorundaydım. Tülin öyle istiyordu. Ahmet hızlanmaya başlamıştı. Yukarıda olan ayağımdan ayakkabım fırlayıp gitti. Öbürünü de Tülin çıkarttı. Göğüslerime dokunuyordu Tülin yırtık büstiyerimi aralayıp. Sonra ayağa kalktı. Ahmete “koltuğa oturup öyle yap” dedi. Ahmet içimden çıkmadan demin Tülini becerdiği pozisyona geçti. Şimdi daha fazla girip çıkıyordu içime. Kontrolümü kaybetmeye başlamıştım ki Tülinin giyindiğini fark ettim. Deri pantolonunu giymişti. “Nereye?” diye inledim. Cevap vermeden koridora doğru yürüdü. Üzeri çıplaktı ve gidiyor olamazdı. “Tanrım lütfen gitmesin” diye düşündüm. İçim yanmaya başlamıştı. Hem Tülinin gitme fikri hem de Ahmetin hızlanmasından kaynaklanıyordu bu. Tülin karanlık koridorda kayboldu. Elimi vajinama atıp klitorisimi ezmeye başladım. Ahmet göğüs uçlarımı kopartmaya çalışıyordu. Gelmek üzereydim ki birden şok oldum. Tülin koridorun girişinde duruyordu ve deri pantolonunun üzerinde külot gibi giyilen, belden bağlamalı bir yapma penis sallanıyordu. Yaklaştıkça oldukça büyük olduğunu fark ettim. Ahmetin bacaklarının üzerine çömeldi. Bacaklarımı yukarı kaldırıp; “senin için tatlım” deyip yapay penisi vajinama soktu. “Ooooh Tüliiin” diye inledim. İşte şimdi hayatımın orgazmını yaşayabilirdim. Ne olup bittiğini görmeyen Ahmet; “ne oluyor lan?” diye soruyordu. Tülin ona “kapa çeneni ve sık şu orospucuğu” dedi.

Ölüyordum, geliyordum, beynim bacak aramda eriyordu. Tülin aynı bir erkek gibi beceriyordu beni. Ahmet bir kez boşalmıştı ve arkamın tadını çıkartıyordu uzun uzun. Kaç kez geldim, ne haldeydim bilemiyordum. Tülinle göğüslerimiz birbirine sürtünüyordu, öpüşüyorduk. Hayalini kurduğum her şey benimleydi, hepsi içimdeydi. Bağırıyordum avaz avaz. Orgazm üzerine orgazm yaşıyordum. Artık ya ölecektim ya da felç falan geçirecektim ki, Ahmet kükremeye başladı. “İçime boşal” diye haykırdım. İşte yine aynı basınç kaplıyordu bağırsaklarımı. Tülin hala durmamıştı. Sertçe beceriyordu beni. Anüsümde sıkışıp fışkıran spermler Tülinin deri pantolonuna sıçrıyordu. Bir kez daha gelmeye başladım. Ahmet içimde hareketsizken ve Tülin bacaklarındaki son güçle beni pompalarken çığlık çığlığa boşaldım. Tülini kendime çekip dişlerimi omzuna gömdüm. Tülin kısık bir çığlık atıp son bir kez daha soktu bana ve geri geri giderek halıya oturdu. Ahmet penisini çıkarttı arkamdan. İçimde bir boşluk oluştu. Hem arkam hem de önüm boşalmıştı aniden. Bağırsaklarımdan aşağı akan spermler koltuğu batırıyordu ama umurumda değildi. Ahmetin üzerinde yattım bir süre. Hala inliyordum. Ahmet bir süre sonra hareketlenip “kalk lan üzerimden artık” dedi. Yavaşça aşağı kaydım. Tüline uzanıp onu öpmeye başladım. Yavaşça halıya uzandık ve çılgınlar gibi öpüşmeye başladık. Ahmet bu arada Tülinin üzerindeki penisi görmüş olmalıydı ki; “Allah belanızı versin sapıklar” deyip masaya yöneldi. İkimizde kafamızı kaldırıp ona baktık. Aynı anda aynı cümle döküldü dudaklarımızdan; “sıktır git”.

Ahmet masa örtüsüne aletini silip temizledi, giyindi ve kapıyı çekip gitti. Tülinle birbirimize bakıp gülmeye başladık. Sonra uzun uzun öpüştük. Kalkıp duşa girdik. Temizlendik ve şarap kadehlerimizi alıp yatak odasına geçtik. Uzun bir gece oldu. Tülini dilimle ve yapay penisle orgazm seyahatlerine çıkarttım. O da beni tabi. Pembe ışıklı odam ikimizindi sadece. Ertesi günü de evde geçirdik. Kahvaltı hazırlamak için mutfağa gittiğimizde kek yapmaya karar verdik ama una bulanmış ellerimiz yine uslu durmadı. Mutfak tezgahında oral seks yaptım Tüline. Tülin sıvılarıyla yıkadı mutfağımı. Son sevişmemizde beni arkadan istediğini söyledi. Ben de istiyordum onu. Yapay penisiyle bağırsaklarımı keşfetti Tülin. İçimden çıkıp yanıma uzandı. Küçük bir öpücük kondurdu dudaklarıma. “Buraya kadar” dedi, “kararımı verdim”. Gözlerine baktım. Umut beslememem gerektiğini hissettim o buğulu bal-kışlarından

– “Ben lezbiyen değilim” dedi
– Ben de
– Sevgilin olmayacağım
– Peki
– Ama seni hiç unutmayacağım
– Ben de

Tülin yavaşça kalktı. Giyindi. Onu seyrediyordum. İstediğim olmuştu. İkimiz de mutluyduk. Onu uğurlamak istemiyordum. Veda olmamalıydı bu. Dudaklarımız son kez buluştu. Odadan çıktı. Kapının sesini duydum. Gitmişti ve bitmişti…

Sonra mı ne oldu? Bir ay sonra işten ayrıldım. Bu şehirden sıkılmıştım. “Ne yapmalıyım?” diye düşünürken annem aradı bir sabahın köründe. Durumu anlattım. Zaten öteden beri neden Türkiyede yaşamak istediğime akıl erdiremezdi. New Yorktaki dayımdan bahsetti. Bir balık restoranı işletiyormuş şimdilerde. Onunla konuşabileceğini söyledi. Aklıma yatmıştı. Evdeki eşyaları satıp savıp borçlarımı kapattım ve uçak biletimi aldım. Yeni dünya belki iyi gelirdi bana. Öyle de oldu.

Tülinle bir daha haberleşmedik ama ortak arkadaşlarımızdan evlendiğini duydum. Kısa bir süre sonra da çocuğu olduğunu. Mutluymuş. Herkes mutlu zaten günümüzde. Herkes mutlu rolünü iyi çalışıyor ve oynuyor. Umarım Tülin gerçekten mutludur.

Ahmete gelince. Daha ben Türkiyeden ayrılmadan belasını buldu. Alışveriş merkezinin ortaklarından birinin genç Rus eşini ayartmış. Adam zaten kıskançmış. Haberi olması gecikmemiş ve Ahmetin her tarafını kırdırmış. Ortadan yok olduğunu, memleketine döndüğünü yoksa adamın onu yaşatmayacağını falan anlattılar alışveriş merkezindeki arkadaşlar. Ne kadarı doğru bilmem. Kötü olmasına sevindim mi? Hayır. Hiç umurumda değildi. Kötüler hatırlanmaya değmez zaten.

Bana gelince, New Yorkta bir yıldan biraz fazla kaldım. Restoran işi keyifli ama yorucuydu. Dayımla iyi anlaştık. İşe yakın bir yerde küçük bir oda tuttum. Ufak tefek çapkınlıklarım sürdü. Sonra bir gün restoranın devamlı müşterilerinden biriyle çıktım. Hollandalı bir akademisyendi. Bir süre sonra beni sevdiğini söyledi. Benimle evlenmek istiyordu. İki ay sonra Hollandanın kuzeyinde küçük bir şehre yerleşip evlendik. O hocalığa devam ediyor. Ben de Fries dilini öğrenmeye çalışıyorum hala. Belki küçük bir balık restoranı açacağım ileride.

Sizinle hayatımın en travmatik dönemini paylaştım. Seksle ilgili kısımların hoşunuza gittiğini biliyorum. Bazılarınızsa beni çözümlemeye çalışıyor. Her ne olursa olsun bir kadının şiddetten hoşlanmayacağını, kimsenin rızası dışında sekse zorlanmaması gerektiğini unutmayın lütfen. Sanırım bundan daha önemlisi yok benim hakkımda.

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Buse İle (ALINTIDIR….)
Merhaba arkadaşlar ben Fırat.Hayatımda ilk defa travesti ile olan seximi anlatmak istiyorum size.6 yıl önceye kadar hep merak eder ,hikaye sitelerinde okur denk geldikçede filmler vasıtasıyla travestileri duyuyordum.Uzun süre internetten antalyadaki travestileri araştırıp 2 tanesini beğenmiştim. Antalyaya gidecek bu 2 travestiden 1 tanesiyle beraber olacaktım.Kendimi ayarlayıp soluğu antalyada aldım.Bulduğum numaraları sırayla aramaya başladım ancak 1.si kapalı diğeride çalıyor ama açan olmuyordu. Biraz bekleyip ona göre hareket ederim derken lara da yer alan bir bar aklıma geldi.Travesti ile yaparım diye düşünürken boş dönmemek adına bara doğru yola çıktım.Bu barın özelliği içerde bir sürü yerli yabancı güzel hatunun olduğu ,beğenip anlaştığınla çıkıp sex yapabilmendi.

Çok geçmeden gelmiştim bara, içeri girdiğimde ortam çok güzeldi.Yaklaşık 100 e yakın güzel hatun var ve müşterilerini bekliyorlardı.Ayaklı masaların birine durup sohbet etmeye başlamıştım.Sanki her biri diğerinden daha güzel görünüyordu ama yaz sezonu olduğundan fiyatlar uçuk seviyedeydi.Bir süre daha sohbet ettim ama rakamlar hiç düşündüğüm gibi değildi sigara içmek için dışarı çıktığımda yan tarafımda 3 tane güzel giyinimli hatun vardı.İki tanesi kısa sürede bitirmiş içeri geçmişti.Sigaram bitmiş bende içeri doğru yöneliyordumki tek kalan çakmak istedi.Yanlız ses tonu bir bayanınki gibi değildi hafif erkek sesliydi.Çakmağı alıp sigarasını yakmak için yaklaştım.Teşekkür ettiğinde anlamıştımki travestiydi zaten önündeki kabarıklık kendini yeterince belli ediyordu.Belki fırsat budur diyerek yanından ayrılmadan 1 sigarada ben yaktım.Yanında kaldığımı görünce hayırdır içerisi sarmadımı diye sordu.Bende aradığım içerde yok sanırım karşımda duruyor deyince bana ben travestiyim dedi.Bende antalyaya zaten travesti ile sex yapmaya geldim ama bulamayınca bu bara yöneldim dedim peki ozaman ben buse merhaba tekrardan dedi ve elini uzattı.Tokalaşıp tanıştıktan sonra sohbeti biraz daha ilerlettik.Buse 1.75 boyunda hafif balık etli göğüsleri sanki füze gibi dimdik duran sarışın beyaz tenli güzel yüzü olan bir travestiydi.Ücret ne kadar diye sordum saatlik 150 TL sabahlık 500 TL dedi.Bu rakama yer parası dahil değil deyince; yakında yerim var benim eğer evime gidersek sabahlık 400 TL veririm dedim.

Ve karşılıklı anlaşıp hiç içeri geçmeden aracıma doğru yönelip yola çıktık.Eve giderken içki içermisin sanada alayım dedim.Busede bana bira yeter başka bişey içmem dedi.Hemen tekelin önünde durup 10 tane bira alıp yola devam ettim.Eve gelip içeri girdiğimiz gibi yatak odasına geçtik.Yol boyu zaten konuşmuş olduğumuzdan ilk seferi hemen yapmak istedim.Bu acelen ne hayırdır o kadarmı azgınsın deyince evet ilkini hemen yapalım dedim.Buse hazırlanıp geleyim derken ben soyunmaya başlamıştım.Yatağa uzanıp busenin gelmesini beklerken buse soyunmuş kapıdan içeri girmişti.Vücudu mükemmel şekildeydi hele göğüsleri dimdik içleri dolgundu.Yukarıdan aşağıya doğru süzerek geldiğimde penisini görünce şok oldum resmen.İnik hali bile benimki kadardı nerdeyse.Penisine baktığımı gören buse noldu hayırdır bir an afalladın deyince bu kadar büyük penisinin olduğunu tahmin etmiyordum dedim.Bu neki benimki 18 cm tanıdığım 3-4 arkadaşım var onlarınki 22 cm den daha büyük dedi.Ben daha önceden hiç travestiyle olmadığımı sadece filmlerden gördüğüm için böyle tepki verdiğimi söyleyince buse bana dönerek p olmak istiyormusun dedi.Bende denemek istiyordum biraz önceye kadar ama şuan emin değilim deyince merak etme hiç hissetmezsin acırsada bırakırız zaten deyip beni rahatlattı.Yatağa doğru gelip hemen penisimi ağzına almaya başladı.Dudaklarının arasında zevke geldikçe sertleşmeye başladım.Tamamen kalktığını anladığı anda bana dönerek penisinin boyu çok uzun değil 14-15 cm falandır ama kalınlık felaketmiş sabaha kadar zevke doyarım ben bununla demesiyle tekrardan başını penisime gömmeye başladı.3-4 dk kadar ağzından çıkarmadan yalamıştıki bir anda kendini üstüme doğru atıp ağzıma dayayıverdi götünü.Bembeyaz tıraşlı götünü hemen yalamaya başladım.

Deliğini güzelce temizlenmiş ve sanırım krem sürmüştü.Kremin tadı öyle hoş gelmiştiki dahada şevkle yalıyor her dil darbemde busede benimkini iştahla yalayıp arada ohh diyordu.Yerinden kalkarak çantasına doğru yöneldi.Prezervatif var bende dedim busede sadece kayganlaştırıcıyı alıp geldi.Prezervatifi kendisi açıp taktı kayganlaştırıcıyı deliğine ve aletime sürüp deliğini aletime denk getirdi.Buse bunları yaparken bende önünde sallanan devasa penise bakakalmıştım tekrardan.Düm düz karşıya doğru bakıyor busenin hafif hareketleriyle sağa sola doğru yalpa yapıyordu.Deliğine aletimin başını ustaca sokan buse hafiften hareketlenmeye başladı.Ben hareketsiz busenin alışmasını bekliyordum.Buse artık alışmış olmalıki ellerini arkaya doğru götürüp dizlerimden destek alıp inip kalkmaya başladı.Busenin muazzam hareketleriyle bende ellerimle o mükemmel görünümündeki göğüslerine götürüp dahada çok zevk almaya başladım.Ama gözüm yine busenin önüne odaklanıp duruyordu.Buse hızlıca oturduğunda peniside şiddetle karnıma vurup kalkıyordu.Şap şap sesleri devam ederken içinden aletimi çıkarmadan buseyi tutup yatağa yatırdım.Bacaklarını omuzuma dayayıp ben sokup çıkarmaya başladım.Artık deliği aletimi tamamen sarıyor her yüklenişimde vücutlarımız temas ediyordu.Sonra kendimi geri çekip ayaklarını kenara ayırıp tutmasını istedim.Artık deliğe alttan geçiriyor dahada seri halde sokabiliyordum.Vücudumla girip çıkarken bir yandanda önümde hareket eden penisine bakıyordumki buse elimi tutup penisine götürdü elimi.O canavara ilk temasım çok hoştu.Kemik kadar sertleşmiş aletini sıvazlıyor hala daha buseyi sikmeye devam ediyordum.

Buseyi ters çevirip 4 ayak pozisyonuna geçtim.Arkasından bir yandan girerken elimi önüne atıp aletiyle oynamaya devam ettim.Her giriş çıkışımda busede kendini bana yaslıyor aletimin dahada ileriye gitmesine yardımcı oluyorduki geliyorum dememle boşalmam bir oldu.Penisim deliğin içinde prezervatifi doldurmaya başlamıştıki elim busenin penisinde olduğundan busede daha fazla dayanamayıp geliyorum dedi kendini öne çekip içinden çıktığım gibi beni yatırdı yatağa ve penisimin üstüne doğru boşalmaya başladı.Ama nasıl bir boşalmak anlatamam.Resmen silahla atış yapar gibi fışkırmış penisim ve vücudum döl içinde kalmıştı.Birinci seferi bitirip temizlendikten sonra balkona geçip hem içiyor hemde muhabbet ediyorduk.Buse birasını bitirmiş benim bitirmemi bekliyordu.Konuşmalardan etkilendiği bariz belliydi. Aleti kalkmış şortunu zorluyordu resmen.Daha fazla beklemeye tahammülü kalmamışcasına elimden tutup içeri götürdü beni.Odaya girdiğimizdede önüne getirip diz çöktürdü.2 turu ben yöneteceğim hazırmısın deyip şortunu indiriverdi.İçmenin de etkisiyle hafif çakır keyf olduğumdan busenin komutlarına uymaya başladım.Başımı tuttuğu gibi penisine götürdü ve ağzımı açmamla içine bir volkan kadar sıcak penisini itmeye başladı.Tadı çok hoş olmasına rağmen uzun olduğundan gırtlağıma kadar itip çıkartmaya tek hamlede tekrar sokmasıyla midem bulanmaya başlayınca böyle zor oluyor deyip yatağa uzandı.Banada üstüme gel deyip 69 pozisyonuna geçtik.Aletini tuttuğum gibi saxoya başlamışken busede deliğimle oynamaya diliyle masaj yapmaya başlamıştı..Ben yaladıkça buse de deliğime hamle yapıyor sanki senkron tutturmuş gibi beraberce kıvama getiriyorduk.Penisi artık iyiden iyiye kemikleşmişti tekrardan.Beni yatağa yatırarak kayganlaştırıcıyı aldı.Eline döküp deliğime yediriyor parmaklarını sokarak gevşetiyordu.Artık deliğimde hazır olmalı ki buse prezervatifi açıp bir çırpıda penisine yerleştirdi.Bana kendini kasma deyip hafifçe başını zorlamaya başladı.Bende ilk defa p oluyor değilim yanlış anlama ilk defa travestiyle oluyorum deyince buse deliğinin hemen yumuşamasından belliydi zaten deyip bir anda yükleniverdi.Ben çektiğim acıdan dolayı offf derken buse 2. kere yüklenip tamamen içime girince demek p oldun ozaman biraz acı olacağınıda biliyorsundur deyip sokup çıkarmaya başladı.Resmen tecavüze uğramış gibiydim. Buse hiç durmadan hızlı hızlı deliğime pompalıyor arada hepsini çıkartıp bir anda yükleniyordu.5 dk kadar bu şekilde yaptıktan sonra içimden çıkıp yatağın kenarına oturdu.Üstüme gel deyince yüzüm ona dönük olarak pozisyon aldım.Biraz daha kayganlaştırıcıyı deliğime sürüp aletini tuttuğu gibi tekrar deliğime yöneltti.Kontrol bendeydi ama hareketleri yapan buseydi.Ben deliğimdeki alete doğru bastırınca kendimi ,penisi içime tekrardan girdi.Busenin üstünde hopluyor zıplıyor aletinin keyfini sürüyordumki buse ellerini boynuma dola deyip kalçalarımdan tuttuğu gibi beni havaya kaldırdı.İnanılmaz şekilde beni tuttuğu gibi kucaklayınca aleti ağırlığımdan olsa gerek tamamen köküne kadar içimdeydi artık

Hafifçe hareket ederek beni bu şekilde güzelce sikti buse.Sonra yeniden aynı şekilde yatağa getirdi ve ben tekrardan üstünde kalkıp oturmaya başladım.İçinden çıkmadan ters döndüğümde ise asıl zevki almaya başladım.Aletimden zevk suları dışarı çıkıyor her darbemde damla damla dökülüyordu.Ben üstünde inip kalkarken busede eliyle kalçalarıma sertçe vuruyor devam et daha hızlı diyerek daha çok zevke geliyordu.Vurması yüzünden kalçam kıpkırmızı hale gelmişti.Artık boşal yeter deyince buse beni belimden tuttuğu gibi yatağa doğru belimi bükerek hızlı hızlı sokmaya başladı.Hareketlerinden geleceğini anlayınca nasıl boşaldığını unutup ağzıma boşalmasını istedim buseden.İçimden çıktığı gibi bir eliyle başımı tutuyor diğeriylede 31 çeker gibi boşalmayı hazırlıyordu kendini.Buse ilk seferki gibi fışkırmaya başlayıp dölleri ağzımın derinliklerine doğru attırınca ağzım resmen dolmuştu.Çoğu ağzımda bir kısmıda yüzümde halde hemen lavaboya koştum.Busede öksürmelerimi merak etmiş olacakki peşimden gelmiş.Noldu deyip arkama yaklaştı.Vücudumuz temas ettiğinde ben buseye dönüp ne oldusumu var her yerim spermlerinle doluydu anca temizleyebildim deyice buse daha dur aşkım yeni başladık 5 gündür sex yapmıyordum iyiki denk geldin sen deyip, lavaboya doğru eğilmemi fırsat bilip hala kalkık olan penisini içime sokmaya başladı.Ben ne oluyor deyip arkamı dönene kadar buse çoktan aletini deliğime dayamış yüklenmeye başlamıştı.Ellerimle lavabonun kenarlarından güç alıyor busenin yüklenmelerine karşı lavaboya çarpmamaya çalışıyordum.Birden kendini bana doğru çekip klozete oturdu.Bacaklarımı yana ayırıp üstünde tekrardan zıplamaya başladım.Busede deminki gibi elleriyle kıçıma vuruyor süpersin daracıksın ne kadar soksam doymam diyerek yeniden olaya motive oluyordu.Beni tutup kaldırdığı gibi klozete doğru döndürdü.Dizlerimin üstünde klozete doğru dayanmışken buse bir anda deliğime tekrar girmeye başladı.Temposunu iyice arttırmış olan buse elleriyle belimden tutmuş kendini dibine kadar itip aletinin tümünün deliğimin içinde ilerlemesine izin veriyordu.Buse beni klozete doğru yatırdığı gibi bacaklarımı tutup tekrardan deliğime yönelmeye başladı.

Beni öyle şehvetli sikiyorduki uzun zamandır sex yapmadığı kesinlikle doğruydu.Bende zevk alıyor olmalıyım ki ellerimle busenin kalçasından tutmuş her girişinde kendime doğru buseyi çekiyordum.Bir 10 dk beni banyonun değişik noktalarında daha siktikten sonra buse dayanamayıp deliğime boşalmaya başladı.Boşalırken bile hala daha girip çıkmaya devam ediyordu.İşini bitirmiş odaya geçmişken bende temizlenmeye tekrardan başlamıştım.Odaya girdiğimde buse yatağa uzanmış çok güzeldi arka arkaya kısa zamanda 2 kez uzun zamandır boşalamamıştım.Aldığım zevkten şuan 3.ye bile hemen başlayabilirim deyince dur ya o kadar hor kullanma sabaha kadar beraberiz deyince busede peki ozaman sıra sende deyip aletime yumuluverdi.Farklı pozisyonlarda siktikten sonra busenin göğüslerine ağzına boşaldığımda oda bende zevk almanın hissini yaşıyorduk.O gece sabaha kadar buseyle karşılıklı kaç kez sex yaptık sayısını hatırlamıyorum.Buse evden gittiğinde sabah 10 olmuştu bile.Aletim sikişmenin etkisiyle kıpkırmızıydı deliğimde inceden zonklama vardı ama aldığım zevk hepsini unutturmuştu.Travestilere karşı ilgim daha sonrada devam etti ve farklı zamanlarda onlarla görüşmeyi sürdürerek bu günlere geldik.Okuduğunuz için teşekkürler…

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(Recap: After finding excitement in showing her body, Charlotte agrees to accompany her boyfriend’s best friend, Nate, on a hiking trip. Since she and Nate have engaged in phone sex, Charlotte wonders what will happen on this trip. Will Nate and she explore their attraction or will she “do the right thing?”)

Nate arrived early at our apartment. We loaded up in Nate’s car and dropped Reggie off at Logan Airport by seven-thirty. Pulling onto I-93 north, Nate asked if I was hungry. I nodded and he said if I could wait a bit, there was a diner just over the New Hampshire border that had a great breakfast.

Nate was easy to engage and we covered a wide range of topics driving up the highway. We got off the interstate and found our way to the diner. It was crowded, but we managed to snag the last booth. Over a gazillion calorie breakfast, Nate described the hike and painted vivid pictures of what we would see from the top of Mt. Washington.

“What’s the cabin like?” I asked.

“Rustic,” he replied, and after a pause, he added, “at best.”

“Don’t tell me there’s an outhouse.”

“No,” he laughed. “If I can get the generator going, the well pump will enable us to use the toilet inside. We will have some lights. The shower is definitely in the rustic category. The good news is that the generator also has enough power to fire up the water heater and run the small refrigerator.”

“So, what’s the bad news?”

Turning a little red, he said, “The toilet and a tiny sink are in a little closet, for privacy. But the shower is just in the corner of the cabin. My friend was planning to hang a curtain, but I’m not sure he ever got around to it. Don’t worry, Charlotte, I’ll step outside.”

“Hey, it’s not me I’d be worried about. You’ve seen everything I’ve got. You should be concerned if I’ll be so polite.”

Nate turned even redder. He drank his coffee and smiled.

We stopped in Manchester to stock up on food, drinks and ice. Nate had three large coolers in the back of his Jeep. He selected steaks and chicken for our meals and we added veggies and other supplies. I made sure we had enough cookies and other treats. By nine-thirty we were back on the interstate heading north.

As we drove I became more relaxed with Nate. He was great company and I looked forward to spending the next couple days with him. Passing through Franconia Notch, Nate told me the story of the Old Man of the Mountain and how it collapsed into a pile of rocks at the base of Cannon Mountain in 2003. I had seen pictures of it when it was still attached and now regretted I hadn’t taken the time to come up and seen it for real.

We stopped in Twin Mountain for a light lunch at a local restaurant. While we were waiting for a booth we overheard a young woman talking on her cell.

“That sucks,” she said. “Not until Monday?”

We could see her shoulders sag. “Yeah, I understand. Okay, thanks. Just do what you have to. I’ll call you on Monday.”

She ended the call and we could see her mutter “fuck” under her breath. I looked at Nate and he nodded.

“Hi,” I said.

She looked at us wondering why strangers were talking with her.

“Didn’t mean to snoop,” I said, “but we couldn’t help but overhear. Are you having a problem?”

She looked to be on the verge of tears. “You could call it that. I’m stuck here because my piece of shit car decided this was the perfect spot to give up its radiator.”

“Look, we can’t do anything about your car, but join us for lunch. At least you can talk with us.”

She looked at Nate and me and then at the mostly locals who filled the restaurant. The girl was young, maybe late teens early twenties. Nate and I were each a year shy of thirty. To her we probably looked ancient.

“Thanks, you don’t mind?”

“Come on, our booth is ready.”

Nate and I sat on one side and she settled across from us. The waitress gave us our menus and said the special today was meatloaf. We ordered ice teas and she left to get the drinks.

“I’m Charlotte and this is Nate.”

“Gretchen.”

We shook hands. Gretchen smiled and let out a deep breath. “Thanks. I really had myself worked up. It’s nice of you guys to reach out.”

“Always happy to help a fellow flatlander,” said Nate.

“Flatlander?” asked Gretchen just as the waitress appeared with our drinks.

“Yep,” the waitress said. “That’d be folks living down south. Some say anyone below the Notch is a flatlander and others say anyone below Plymouth. Doesn’t make much difference, but good for a heated discussion now and again. Lots of folks with lots of opinions always make for a powerful set-to.”

“You can tell a flatlander?” asked Gretchen.

“Honey, you stick out like a sore thumb. Not that we mind. Without you we’d have no tourism and no business. Now, what can I get you?”

We ordered and Ginny, our waitress, headed toward the kitchen to put in our orders.

“So, how do you think she knew I was a flatlander?” asked Gretchen.

I don’t know what got into me, but I said, “Maybe because women up bodrum bayan eskort here wear bras.”

Gretchen looked down at her thin tee shirt and the nipples pushing against the fabric. She looked back at me and then laughed.

“Maybe that’s what she meant by sticking out like a sore thumb.”

The three of us cracked up. I was relieved that Gretchen didn’t take offense at my remark.

After taking a sip of iced tea she said, “What can I say? I hate bras and am not afraid to be seen.”

I recalled how I felt when I flashed Nate my boobs. Maybe Gretchen and I had some things in common.

“So, what brings you up here?” asked Nate.

“I’m between summer jobs,” she said. “Thought I’d climb Mt. Washington. I have to be back Friday to start my next job. Gotta bust it to earn money for next year.”

“Still in college,” I asked.

“Going into sophomore year. My parents cover tuition, room and board. I take care of books and my spending money.”

“What are you going to do now?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Guess I’ll hang around here and see if I can find a cheap motel. This really sucks.”

I looked at Nate and he shrugged. Thinking about what I had imagined could have happened this weekend and what a new person might do to upset that daydream, I also considered the plight of the young woman. I remembered back when I was in school and how sometimes life just seemed to get to be too much for me. Maybe with another person in the cabin, I could contain my libido and be a good girl. I chuckled to myself as I thought that the bad girl inside me was winning all the recent battles.

“Hey, why don’t you join us?”

Nate exhaled deeply.

“What do you mean?” Gretchen asked.

“We’re planning to climb Mt. Washington tomorrow. You can come with us. Nate snagged some sketchy cabin for tonight and we’ll head out early in the morning.”

Gretchen looked back and forth between Nate and me. “That’s kind, but I think I’d be sort of a third wheel. You and your boyfriend might have things to do that an unplanned guest might screw up.”

“Actually, we’re not a couple,” I said. “Nate and I are friends. He’s my boyfriend’s best friend.”

Gretchen looked at us for a while. “Oh.”

“That’s a loaded ‘oh’,” I said. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, you two just look like a couple. The way you sit close to each other, talk with each other like you are enjoying it, casually touch each other, and kinda seem comfortable being together.”

I was conscious of my thigh pressing against Nate’s. “You’re fairly observant.”

“I guess,” she said.

Ginny brought our lunches and we broke off the conversation and ate. The food was basic, but good. We shared the large order of fries and all agreed they were superior.

After Ginny cleared our plates and we were sipping another round of ice teas, I said, “So, what do you think?”

“I think I would have a lot more fun with you guys than sitting in some crappy motel room in this little town. Are you sure you want me?”

“Yeah,” I answered. “I think it will be fun. I do have to warn you that Nate says this cabin is rustic.”

“Rustic like in taking a dump in the woods?”

I laughed. “That was just about my first question. No, more like rustic in besides an indoor toilet, there isn’t much else.”

“I can deal with it,” said Gretchen. “As long as I have some privacy when it comes to the toilet, I am really casual about the rest.”

“Casual?”

“You know, like I don’t freak out if someone sees me without clothes and stuff.”

“Oh,” I replied. I wonder if Nate would like looking at her naked. I turned and saw the half-smile on his face. I guess that answered my question. I wondered if I would like to see her nude or would mind if she saw me. I was surprised at the little rush that thought gave me. Her young beauty made her look so innocent. Her dark hair was close to mine in coloring, although she wore it longer than I did. She was maybe an inch or so shorter than I, but had long legs that made her appear taller. As her breasts constantly moved underneath her tee shirt, I imagined they were about the same size as mine. I caught myself wondering what their shape was. I realized I was attracted to her. It had been a while since a girl had that effect on me.

I was planning to push the boundaries on this trip. When Nate described the open shower, I knew I’d be up for taking one and letting him watch. I also had fantasies about getting to see him naked. After our phone sex encounters, I wanted to discover how big his cock was. Masturbating together was another dream I had. The way Gretchen was speaking maybe those ideas were not out of the realm of the possible.

“So, are you an exhibitionist?” I asked.

Gretchen laughed. “Subtle one, aren’t you?”

“Just picking up on what you said,” I answered. “Sounded like you might enjoy exhibitionism.”

“You might say that,” Gretchen responded.

Ginny brought our check and we split the bill three ways. Gretchen grabbed her backpack yalıkavak escort and we headed to Nate’s Jeep. After tossing it in the back, she climbed in the back seat behind Nate. She and I could look at each other as we talked.

As Nate drove, Gretchen confirmed my impression that she’s an exhibitionist. She told us about her experience as a nude model for an art class at her college. Being a natural story-teller she had us laughing at some of her experiences. I was interested as she described how she liked to be naked in her dorm room while her roommate was an extremely shy person.

“What did it feel like to be nude in front of her, knowing she’d never seen anyone without clothes before?” I asked.

Gretchen hesitated, smiled and said, “It was a fuckin’ rush.”

I put my fist out and she bumped it. I knew how she felt as I recalled my reaction when Nate saw me naked.

Gretchen explained her theory of how she exercised power by using her body. As I listened, her words resonated. I wondered what Nate thought of all this. I looked over and noticed the big tent in his shorts.

“Good,” I thought. “He’s getting into this.”

“So,” I asked, “is it just being naked that you like, or is there more involved?”

Gretchen smiled. “How about we get to this cabin, have a bunch of beers and then talk about what more there might be?”

She then offered to buy some beer as part of her contribution to the weekend. Although Nate and I packed a six-pack and brought some wine, we weren’t planning on a third person. Nate pulled into a small convenience store and Gretchen said she go inside. When I asked her if she were legal, she smiled and said she’d just turned twenty-one.

“Is that what you meant about being legal,” she asked showing a sly smile, “just being able to buy beer?”

I blushed and Gretchen jumped out of the car. She came out with a twelve pack and a bag of snacks. As she walked toward the car, I focused on her nipples that were much more pronounced now than before. Her breasts moved freely under her shirt. I liked what I saw.

It was late in the afternoon when Nate found the road to the cabin. He had only been there once before and was relying on some minimal directions from his friend. As we bounced down the dirt lane, I noticed there were only a few turnoffs into other camps. We finally arrived at a smaller drive that had a mailbox reading “Hart”. This was his friend’s name and we turned in.

We traveled another quarter-mile and suddenly a log cabin appeared in a clearing. A covered porch extended along the front and the back of the property opened up onto a view of a small lake and the mountains in the background.

Nate hopped out and used a key to unlock the padlock on the front door. We followed him into the dark interior. True to his description, the interior was not plush, but it was not without a certain charm that matched the exterior. We began to undo the wooden shutters and let some light in. There were screens, so we pushed the windows up and held them in place with sturdy sticks left there for this purpose.

Looking around I saw a double bed against one wall, a small kitchen opposite it and a big couch and two comfy-looking chairs in front of a huge fieldstone fireplace. In the corner next to the kitchen, there was a door, which I presumed was the toilet. In the other corner there was a shower head attached to the wall and a low rim along the floor. I imagined that the rim kept water from spilling onto the floor planks. As Nate suspected, the shower showed no sign of a curtain or any privacy.

“Well, now I completely get the meaning of rustic,” I said.

Gretchen rested an arm up on my shoulder and said, “I think rustic may be an over classification.” She stared at the open shower.

“Let’s get unpacked and then you owe us some more stories,” I said.

After a half-hour’s work, we stored our stuff. Nate turned on the propane tank and we started up the generator and put our perishables and beers in the small fridge. Gretchen stuffed six cold beers into a sack and said we should go down to the lake.

Arriving at the shore, we discovered several Adirondack chairs stored under a tarp. We pulled them out, arranged them along the rocky beach and settled in. The sky was all shades of red and purple. We opened our beers and sat quietly taking in the sounds of nature and the beauty of the mountains and forests.

We finished the first beers and Gretchen passed out the second round. “I think this lake is perfect for skinny dipping.”

“I agree, but let’s talk first,” I said. I was a bit surprised that Gretchen was being so forward regarding exhibitionist activities. Although I slowed her down a bit by wanting to talk, I felt the charge of how it would feel to strip off with her and Nate and jump in the water. This weekend was turning out to be nothing like I had imagined. The question remained if it would be a weekend that would be better or worse than what I had imagined.

“What do you want to talk about?” mumcular escort she asked.

“Tell us more about your year in college.”

“You want to hear about all my classes?” she said with a smile.

“No, I want to hear about you being naked and what follows after that.”

“I can do that, but you have to tell me some stories.”

I touched Nate’s arm and said, “I think I have a couple that you might like.”

“Cool,” said Gretchen. Slowly she wove a tale that took us through her growing sexual relationship with her shy roommate, the day her guy friends participated in a naked mile run and ended up back in their room, her on and off again sexual relationship with another girl and other stories.

I was a bit surprised at her openness. Gretchen said she used her “girl power” to influence people. I suspected that these stories were calculated to affect us. She was getting me horny as I listened.

“So, you’re like bi?” asked Nate.

Gretchen smiled and finished her beer. “I consider myself sexual.”

I nodded. I bet she could be sexual and I wondered if I might find out just how much.

It was nearly six-thirty when Gretchen finished her story. We decided to have dinner and headed back to the cabin. Nate dug out a grill from the shed and started a charcoal fire. Gretchen and I made a salad and prepared some vegetables. We had a couple more beers as we worked and kept a light buzz going.

An hour later the three of us were sitting at the rough-hewn table in the kitchen area enjoying the meal. We shared a bottle of Merlot. Although we had just met this afternoon, we talked with each other like we were old friends.

After we cleaned up, it was not even nine o’clock. Nate said we should not stay up too late since we wanted to get an early start on our hike in the morning. At the same time, we all came to the realization that we needed to sort out the sleeping arrangements.

“What was the original plan?” Gretchen asked.

“We never discussed it directly,” said Nate. “I sorta figured I’d take the couch and Charlotte could have the bed.”

“You guys weren’t going to sleep together?” Gretchen asked.

I laughed and said, “We never talked about it, but probably not. At least not in the sense of screwing each other sleeping together.” I looked at Nate and he turned his gaze away in embarrassment.

“Would it be too weird for you girls to share the bed and I’ll take the couch?” Nate said.

Gretchen smiled and shrugged. “I guess we can make that work,” I said.

“That’s settled,” said Nate. “I know it’s a little early, but I’m going to get ready for bed. I want to be up and out no later than seven in the morning.” He pulled a pair of sheets from his pack and tossed them on the bed.

I said to Nate, “You can have the toilet first.”

“Cool,” said Gretchen. “In that case, let’s make up the bed. Then, I’m going to take a dip in the lake. Join me, Charlotte?”

I looked at Nate. He stared blankly. Turning back to her, I agreed.

Nate went into the toilet room. The second the door closed, Gretchen whipped off her shirt. She grinned as I stared at her bare breasts. They were better than I had imagined. I startled myself as I realized I had been envisioning her breasts. I guess making up the bed could wait.

“Told you I liked going naked,” she said and started undoing her belt. In a few more seconds she stood naked in the cabin. Her body was a lot like mine with average sized breasts and long legs. She was a couple inches shorter and her body exhibited nice muscle tone and tightness. I was getting a lot more excited looking at her nude body than I did looking at my own. She kept her dark pubic hair neatly trimmed.

Gretchen rummaged through her backpack and pulled out a towel. “You coming?” She grabbed a few beers and headed toward the door. I nodded and Gretchen rested against the door watching me.

With just the slightest hesitation, I pulled off my shirt and shed my bra. Gretchen smiled as she visually inspected my breasts.

“They’re very nice, Charlotte.”

I muttered thanks, disposed of the remainder of my clothes and grabbed a towel of my own. She again appraised me. “You have a beautiful body, Charlotte. Very beautiful.”

The sun had just set, but there was enough light peeking over the horizon to let us make our way down to the shore. As we crossed a stretch of pebble-covered ground, Gretchen reached out to hold my hand. She kept two beers in her other hand.

“Your body looks so sexy in this light, Charlotte,” she said as we began to walk toward the water’s edge.

“So does yours,” I replied.

We helped steady each other. Dropping our towels we walked into the cool water, the soft sand under our feet. Gretchen placed the beers in the water at the shore’s edge. We continued into the lake. When we got to our waists, we looked at each other and then dove in.

I swam out a bit and tried to touch bottom. I couldn’t and started to tread water. Gretchen surfaced a few feet away.

“This is so nice,” she said. “I never skinny dipped in a lake before. I love the feel of the water over my body.”

“Me, too,” I added. We floated and enjoyed the quiet and sense of solitude. Gretchen asked if we could go in far enough to stand. Soon we could touch bottom. We both squatted down enough that only our heads were above the water.

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Monday Mark picked up Martha and true to his word, he did not ask her to remove any of her garments. They talked, to and from work, about all the things which happened the week before.

Mark asked Martha, “Did you enjoy the game we played last week?”

Martha answered his questions saying, “Even though I felt humiliated at first I began to enjoy the exposure the next few days.”

She was dropped off at her home; Martha exited the car and went into her house feeling kind of empty. There was no excitement she didn’t know what was wrong, but she could feel it. She went to her bedroom finding her husband sound asleep. She took a shower and fell into a fitful sleep.

When she got into Mark’s car for the drive to work the next afternoon it dawned on her what the problem was. She was missing the game. The game of exposing herself to Mark as they drove home from work the week before, it surprised her she became such an exhibitionist in two short weeks of riding with Mark.

Clearing her throat Martha looked at Mark blushing and said. “Mark, I miss playing the game. I would like to play it again tonight on the way home if you don’t mind.”

Smiling Mark asked. “Will you do exactly as I say from now on?”

“Why do you ask me that? I have done all that you asked of me before haven’t I?” She said with a pout.

“Yes you have Martha, but if you want me to tell you what to do it will be from now on. If you refuse one time the game will be over. I will still give you a ride to work every time you ask me to, but the game will be over. Do you understand me?” Said Mark.

Taking a long time to answer it was because she had a premonition the way she answers will bring a new life to her. She said. “I will do what you say from now on.”

Mark could not believe his good fortune the woman he has a fantasy about since he was a young child just stated she would do anything he wished.

Gathering his thoughts he said to Martha. “From now on I would like you to wear short dresses or short skirts with buttons down the front of the dresses and blouses. Can you do that for me Martha?”

“Yes I guess so, but I don’t like what I look like in dresses and skirts.” She stated.

“You should know by now a woman never thinks she looks good. This is why you should listen to your men to tell you what to wear.” Said Mark with conviction.

Admiring his knowledge beyond his years about woman Martha said. “I will start to wear dresses and skirts, but I only have a few at home presently. I have to go out and buy more. Besides I don’t have the money to buy new outfits at this time.”

“I could help you with the purchase of new outfits would it meet your approval?” Stated Mark.

She couldn’t believe Mark would purchase outfits for her. She immediately said. “Yes I would like that.”

Mark told some of the men he works with in the Center he could trust, what he had Martha do. They didn’t believe him. Today when he arrived at work, he informed the 10 men he needed 50 dollars each, so he could persuade Martha, to put on a show for them. By the end of the day, Mark had collected at least a thousand dollars for Martha’s new wardrobe. Walter her boss even contributed, but warned Mark about having Martha put a sex harassment claim against the Center. Mark assured Walter it would be Martha’s idea to perform for all the guys.

“If you’re right there will be a raise in it for her and you?” Said Walter.

Martha was waiting at the car for Mark, with anticipation of what he would be asking lara escort to do tonight, on the way home. Mark was about 20 minutes late, because he was talking to Walter. For the first time many of the men working in the facility were stopping to talk to her, some of the men want to know how she and her husband were doing, others telling her how nice she always looks when she is at work.

This surprised Martha. “Maybe she is opening up with Mark. It has helped her become less shy with the other men at the center. Maybe the men have noticed her lately” She thought to herself.

There were still men talking to her when Mark came out the door.

“Mark opened the door for me and closed it after I entered the car. He was the perfect gentleman. He also had a lot of self-control I have exposed my most private parts to him and he only looked at me he didn’t touch me. It makes me trust him more each time I do something sexy for him.” She thought as she became more comfortable with him.

Bringing Martha back to the present was Mark talking to her saying with a big smile on his face. “I have a small amount of change for you to buy a few new clothes with.” Handing her the nearly 1200 dollars he collected today at work from the men, but not telling her where he received the money presently.

Taking the envelope Martha opened it thinking it was 50 or 100 dollars but realizing it was over 1000 dollars when she took out the cash seeing hundred dollar bills. “Thank you but I can’t take this from you? It is too much you don’t make enough money to be spending this much on me.” She told him.

“Alright then I am telling you to take the money and spend it on clothes if you are not willing to do it we will not play the game anymore.” He said to her smiling.

“Furthermore I am not giving you the money you have been earning it and will continue to earn the money your get.” Mark said to Martha Looking at her with another knowing smile she didn’t understand as of yet.

“Yes I guess your right I have been earning the money with all the things you have had me do recently.” She said smiling back at him and waiting for the orders she will have to carry out tonight.

“I think tonight would be a good night for you to ride in the car nude and spread. What do you think about it Martha?” Asked Mark to see what kind of reaction he would get from her.

Martha started to protest but thought better of it if she did the game was over, so she said. “Sure anything you want.”

With her remark Mark opened the door for her and she started to undress right in the parking lot where the car was. Mark did not move the car this time and there were still men coming out of the Center. She stopped undressing, but Mark told her to keep going. Humiliated at the thought of one of the other men seeing her she left her bra on and started to remove her slacks and panties. When done she only her bra left to remove. She removed her last garment just as the car started in back of their car and lights illuminated the interior of Mark’s car it gave him the first glimpse of her breasts. They are large with big areolas and large nipples, pointed down a little, but very hard and about a half inch long. Her breasts sag somewhat because they are so large.

She tried to cover them with her arms saying to Mark. “I do not like my breasts they are too big and sag quite a bit.”

He moved her hands away and looked at her breasts saying. “They are magnificent trophies of womanhood, serik escort my dear.” Then smiling at her.

She was relieved Mark did not think they were too big and gross. Martha reached in the back seat and retrieved the pillow putting it against the door she lay on it and put her left leg up onto the seat and her right leg as far as she could spread it. She was in heaven being exposed to Mark this way again.

Now Martha was in position he finally started the car. “I think you should open your vagina for me tonight and play with pussy on the way home.” Mark said to Martha.

Martha hesitated for a short time. She has been doing things for Mark she has not done for her husband. Martha closed her eyes and laid her head back, used two fingers from her left hand to open the hood covering her clitoris and used the index finger of her right hand to play with her little nub. Mark was driving real slowly, so he could watch the action and not get into a car accident. It took Martha only about 5 minutes to orgasm. Mark had Martha use both her hands to open up her vagina so he could see inside as he was driving she did this for about 20 minutes than he had her play with pussy again.

It took her a little longer this time to orgasm. Mark could smell her and he almost came in his pants. Martha could see the bulge in his pants and reached over undid his zipper and fished his enlarged tool out of his shorts. Taking some tissue she pumped him about a dozen times with her hand and caught the ejaculate in the tissue as not to mess up the interior of his car or his pants. Mark almost lost control of the car when she did it for him. She surprised him.

It was almost midnight when Mark dropped her off at her house she retrieved her clothes from the back seat and exited the car naked walked up the sidewalk and into the house. She could hear the TV in the bedroom on. It scared her so much she almost threw up. Martha went to the laundry room and dumped off her clothes then got the nightie she just washed and put it on going up stairs to the Bathroom she took a shower and jumped into the bed with her husband. He was half asleep, but tonight he woke up to ask her why she was so late.

“We had a lot of work to do tonight.” She lied to him then took is penis in her mouth and sucked on him until he came in her mouth. She kept on sucking until he got hard again, then she straddled him and inserted his pecker in her pussy. She was like a wild woman until he shot off again in her this time. She had an orgasm just as he came in her. She collapsed on him laying on him still impaled for the longest time. Martha kissed her husband and said to him. “I love you.” They both had a nice peaceful sleep.

Martha got up early Wednesday she went through her closet to get a suitable blouse and skirt to wear or a dress. She was about to give up when she found a sundress with buttons down the front and was about knee length. She took a shower and did her makeup. Walking around the house nude while cleaning up a little she could feel last night’s lust running down her legs. The only thing she hates about sex is the fallout as she calls it. Martha went back to the bathroom about 5 times to wipe herself out.

It was getting time to leave for work Martha put the finishing touches on her outfit and her face, and then went in to see her husband who was just getting up, she gave him a kiss and she was out the door, just as Mark came to pick her up.

“You look great Martha the outfit is nice.” antalya escort Said Mark.

She entered the car and sat down, saying. “Thank you, Mark your very sweet.”

“The only thing you have to do is remove your panties and the outfit will be outstanding, I am keeping your panties for you.” Mark said smiling at her.

“YOU, Mean I will not even be able to put on my panties at work?” Martha asked as she reaches under her dress, removes her panties and hands them to Mark.

Mark takes them noticing there is a wet spot on them already then smells them and says to Martha. “That’s right you will not have any panties on today at work. You smell great my dear also.”

Martha reached in back of the car and reclaimed the pillow. She lies against the door and puts her feet in what has become her usual position for riding with Mark. She unbuttoned her dress almost to her waist and spreads it open so he had an unobstructed view of her most private being her flower of life. This is the first time she is exposing her pussy to him in the daylight. She didn’t even realize this until he mentioned how beautiful her vagina is in the daylight. She played with pussy all the way to work just stopping as they drove in the parking lot. She buttoned up the dress and exited the car to go to work.

“Martha you’re going into Walter’s office and show him you are not wearing any panties and tell him anytime he wants to examine you he can,” Said Mark.

“What are you crazy I need my job?” She cried.

“Take it from me you will get a raise out of it. I am so sure of it, I will write you a note you can give him, if he says you’re fired tell him I am making you do this.” Mark told her as he wrote a note for her.

Martha looked at the note and put it in her dress pocket. She walked into the Center and punched in, all the men were smiling at her, as if they knew something she didn’t. They were very nice to her though, she smiled and talked to a few of them, before she went to her office. She was in her office, as she debated how she would to approach the subject of how she would show her boss her pussy, when the intercom called her name it was Walter he wanted to see her.

She walked down the hall, as she rehearsed what she would to say to Walter. She knocked on the door and waited for an answer, she shook she was so nervous.

“Come in.” Said the masculine voice on the other side of the door.

Martha walked into the room, she was really scared. “What would you like sir.” She said to Walter.

Walter looked up at her, he stopped in mid-sentence, and he just admired her. “You look great Martha what did you do?”

“Nothing really sir, I want to show you something I have been wanting to for a long time. You can look at it and touch it if you want to, but that’s all. I’m married you know and love my husband.” She stammered as she lifted her dress over her waist blushing, feeling the humiliation she felt, the first time she showed Mark her most private being.

Walter was stunned Mark was right she was going to come to his office and show him her pubic area.

“Can you come closer to me?” he asked her in a hoarse voice.

She let her dress down and walked to his side of the desk. Walter pushed his chair away from the desk and positioned Martha, in front of him. She walked between his legs and looked down at him, as he smiled at her and started to put his hand under her dress, running his hand between her legs upward, until he was touching both thighs only inches from her wet labia. Leaning back on the desk for support, Martha spread her legs to give him access to her most intimate area. He slid his hand up to touch her. She was very wet and he could smell her womanly scent, it gave him an instant erection. He played with her a few more minutes, and then stopped before he came in his pants.

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I’d like to thank Steven for giving me the inspiration to write this story.

Michael gives Tiffany a cum bath while his next door neighbor, Christine, watches and masturbates.

“Bend over and say Ahh,” laughed Tiffany to Michael while holding her blue, rubber gloved finger in the air.

Immediately he obeyed by standing in front of his unshaded bedroom window and bending at the waist to stick his naked ass in his new neighbor’s face and immediately Tiffany responded by reaching around him to stick her gloved finger in his ass. He could see Christine even from this angle with his head cocked backwards and to the side. She was still sitting in her bedroom chair across the way and in direct view of their bedroom window while watching them playing their sexy games.

“Ahh!”

“Christine is leaning forward in her chair watching you Michael,” said his wife.

Without hesitation, as if she was a doctor giving a hypodermic needle by distracting her patient first, she inserted her finger in his anal cavity.

“Ouch! Gees, Tiff, take it easy,” he said recoiling from her touch. “You could have at least lubed your finger first before sticking it up my ass.”

“Sorry. I was so excited for Christine to watch me milking you that I forgot the lube,” said Tiffany pulling out her finger to lube his anal cavity and to put some lube on her finger. She reinserted her gloved finger up her husband’s ass again. “How’s this?”

“Better,” he said. “It’s cold but I’ve grown accustomed to the cold first and hot sensation later. Only take it easy with your finger Tiff or you’ll have me cumming too fast and the show that I want to give Christine will be over too soon.”

Rather than milking him, no doubt wanting to delay the show by having him take his time cumming while stroking himself, Tiffany removed her gloved finger from his anal cavity sooner than she wanted. As if she was the director of a pornographic movie, she directed her husband.

“Let’s see if we can get her going. Slowly masturbate yourself Michael while turning to face her. Allow her to watch you playing with yourself. Let’s see her reaction when you cum,” said his wife. “I’m dying to see the look on her face.”

Michael looked from Christine to look at his wife with a mixture of sexual excitement and nervous concern.

“Are you sure? I don’t even know her and with me standing here naked and having not yet even meeting her, she may call the police to tell them that I’m naked and masturbating in front of her,” he said with uncontrolled sexual excitement while continuing to stroke himself in front of his neighbor and wife.

When it came to sex, it was Tiffany who was in control and he did everything that she asked of him.

“Trust me,” said Tiffany with a dirty laugh. “I seriously doubt that she’ll call the cops on you for undressing and/or masturbating in your own bedroom. Being that she could move from her perch and not sit across from our bedroom window, she could just pull her shades if she didn’t want to see the show.”

“You’re right,” he said.

“It takes two Michael and you’re just unaccustomed to the change in your role. With the tables turned this time and with you being the exhibitionist instead of the voyeur, she’s the voyeur. She’s the one who’s watching you Michael. She’s the one who’s looking for and wanting to see more,” said Tiffany. “You aren’t doing anything wrong by undressing and/or masturbating in your own bedroom.”

“You’re always right. Okay,” said Michael stroking himself faster.

Only just as Michael was beginning his masturbation show, Christine turned off her bedroom light.

“Damn. Too late. Show’s over,” said Tiffany with obvious disappointment. “She just turned off her bedroom light.”

“Damn,” said Michael figuring that her not wanting to watch had nothing to do with him. “Maybe she was turned off by me masturbating. Maybe she’s a lesbian,” said Michael. “Maybe she’d rather watch you than me undressing and masturbating.”

“Well that sucks,” said Tiffany. “Not nearly done yet, I still wanted to play.”

“Play? Why? Why even bother?” Feeling rejected, he looked to his wife and shrugged. “Obviously she’s more interested in watching you undress and masturbating yourself than in watching me undress and masturbating myself. Now, I’ll never know if I turned her on or turned her off,” said Michael.

“Wait Michael. Not so fast,” said Tiffany peering out her bedroom window. “I can still see her from the dim streetlight. She’s sitting there in the dark while watching you and she hasn’t removed her eyes from your cock.”

“Really? No way! Oh my God, Tiffany, this is so exciting. I can’t believe she’s staring at my cock. I can’t believe she’s watching me masturbate. She’s our sexy, dream, voyeuristic and exhibitionistic neighbor come true,” he said.

“Here we go Michael. Here we go. I can’t believe it. I told you. What did I tell you? She’s unbuttoning her blouse. Can you see her? She just removed her blouse. She’s sitting there in her bra watching you masturbate. She’s feeling her breasts and fingering her nipple izmit escort through her bra. Do you see her?”

“No, I don’t see her,” said Michael.

“She just stood up to unbutton and unzip her skirt. There goes her skirt,” said Tiffany with sexual excitement in her voice. “Wow! She has such a hot body Michael. Doesn’t she?”

“Oh my God, I wish I could see her hot body. This is so exciting. I can’t wait to cum Tiff. I can’t wait for her to watch me cum,” he said.

“She’s sitting there in her panty and bra Michael while watching you masturbate. She’s sitting there in her sexy underwear and touching herself while watching you playing with yourself. Can you see her Michael? Do you see her? She’s so hot. She’s so sexy,” said Tiffany.

“I can’t see her. No, I don’t see her,” said Michael peering through the dark. “Where is she? Oh, wait. There she is. Yes, I see her. I just needed time for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. She’s right there,” he said. “Damn, she has a hot body. Damn, she does have big tits.”

“Stroke yourself Michael. Let her see you playing with yourself and maybe she’ll masturbate herself too,” said Tiffany. “That would be so awesome for the both of you masturbating for one another at the same time.”

Michael started fondly his cock before slowly stroking himself again and before stroking himself harder and faster.

“Oh my God, Tiff, I’m too aroused. I’m so frigging horny. I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum. I swear to God, Tiff, I’m going to cum,” he said. “I’m going to cum.”

* * * * *

“Don’t cum Michael. Not yet and not until I give you my permission to cum. Your cock belongs to me. It’s up to me to tell you when to cum,” she said with a sexy laugh. “Being that I saw her first and have been playing our sexy little games all week with her, this is my game to play. Slow down. Slow down. Don’t stroke so fast. Don’t cum yet Michael. Not yet.”

“Oh God, Tiff. I don’t know if I can stop what I’ve already started. I’m so ready to cum,” he said.

“Stop stroking yourself for a minute and take a breath,” she said looking down at his prick. “Now wait. Just stand there without touching yourself for a minute. There, see? Now had you already ejaculated, I suspect her show would have been over too,” said Tiffany.

“Okay,” said Michael.

“In the way she always did before when it was just the two of us undressing in front of one another and masturbating, I want to see if she’ll undress,” said Tiffany. “I want you to see her naked first before you cum. Just as she’s watching you masturbating yourself, I want to watch her masturbating herself too,” said his wife.

“I’ll hold out for as long as I can Tiff but I can’t stop myself from cumming too much longer. I’m ready to explode now,” said Michael beginning to slowly stroke himself again.

“Wait Michael just a little longer. Oh my God, I don’t believe this. She just removed her bra and she’s fingering her nipples. Look Michael. Look. Do you see her big tits?”

“God yes. She has nice, big tits and big nipples too,” he said. “I’d love to suck those big, Japanese melons.”

Tiffany paused in her blow by blow description to look at her husband enjoying himself with their new neighbor before speaking her thoughts.

“So long as she agrees to having you suck her big tits, maybe I’ll allow you suck her tits if I can watch,” said Tiffany with a sexual excitement that he’s never seen coming from her before.

“Really?” Michael looked at his wife with lust. “You’d really let me have sex with Christine?”

“I don’t know Michael. That’s a big step for us. We’ll see,” she said. “It’s up to Christine and not up to us anyway,” she said. “Maybe we can just start with her masturbating you while you touch her and feel her tits.”

“Can I kiss her too while touching her and feeling her?” Michael looked at his wife.

“Kiss her?” She stopped her surveillance of her neighbor to look at her husband. “I don’t know. That may be a little too personal. Sex is one thing but intimacy is something else. I don’t want to lose you to her. I don’t want you falling in love with the woman Michael,” she said looking at him with concern.

“I only love you Tiff. I’ll always only love you Tiff,” he said. “It’s just fun to think about having sex with her, even if I never have sex with her,” he said not only lying to himself but also lying to his wife.

Only, he wasn’t fooling anyone, not himself and especially not his wife. Not satisfied with the possibility of having Christine masturbate him while he touched and felt he tits and fingered her nipples, he wanted to kiss her too. Obviously having sex with her wasn’t enough, he wanted to make love to her. Then, from one sexy step, he took another giant leap.

He wondered if Tiffany allowed him to have sex with Christine, that is, if Christine wanted to have sex with him too, if she’d allow him to have sex with Susan, his wife’s best friend, that is, if Susan wanted to have sex with him also. Maybe this new neighbor is just the first step that they both needed to embark gebze escort on the swinging lifestyle. Already so close to swinging by allowing others to watch them parade around naked while having sex, they were still so very far from letting themselves go to the pure and utter debauchery of having sex with other couples.

How hot would that be for him to have sex with Christine? How hot would that be to have sex with other couples? How hot would that be for him to have sex with Susan? Only for him to have sex with other women was easy. The difficulty was in allowing his wife to have sex with other men. Only, unless his wife was more interested in women, which he didn’t think she was, he never heard of a swinging arrangement where the husband had all the fun with other women while the wife just watched without having fun with other men.

He’d have to lose his jealousy and possessiveness for him to enjoy a quid pro quo sexual arrangement with his wife having sex with other men too in the swinging lifestyle as a swinger. He didn’t know if he could do that. Already knowing that his wife had reservations of him having sex with other women, just as he had reservations of his wife having sex with other men, he wondered if his wife had reservations of having sex with other men.

* * * * *

“She has better boobs than I do. After having breast fed two babies, her boobs don’t sag as much as mine do,” said Tiffany with a laugh while looking down at her sagging breasts and cupping each one in her hand before allowing her fingers to move across her nipples. “Yet I’d never trade the experience of breast feeding my babies for having prouder breasts. Maybe one day, a plastic surgeon can lift my tits up to where they used to be and were they should be,” she said pushing up her tits with her hand as if her hands were a pushup bra.

“I love your big tits honey just the way that are,” he said leaning over to kiss her.

“Thank you Michael. You’re a sweetheart,” she said looking over to stare at Christine’s perfect boobs. “She does have beautiful breasts.”

“Can I cum now? Please? I really need to cum Tiff,” he said ignoring his wife lamenting over her breasts for the sexual satisfaction sake of himself. “I need a release.”

“No, not yet,” said Tiffany turning from watching Christine to focus on her husband’s sexual needs. “Don’t stroke yourself so fast. Slowly stroke yourself. Pace yourself Michael. Pace yourself. Haven’t I taught you anything about prolonging your ejaculation for you to cum more and to cum harder with even more erotic excitement and sexual satisfaction?”

“I’m trying Tiff. I’m trying not to cum but I’m so ready to cum,” he said.

Tiffany turned from her husband to stare out her bedroom window again.

“There go her panties. She’s naked Michael. She’s naked. Do you see her? Can you see her pussy? This is it. Hopefully, she’ll start masturbating.”

“Yes, I see her,” said Michael. “She’s stunning.”

“Oh wow, she’s shaved. She was trimmed last night. She must have shaved her pussy this morning. Even from here, I can see her pussy glistening in the moonlight. You made her wet Michael. You made her so wet,” she said.

“God Tiff, this is torture. You’re making me crazy with all the blow by blow detail of her watching me and now of her stripping herself naked. I’m ready to explode,” he said. “I really need to cum Tiff.”

“Tell me Michael. I really want to know. I need to know,” she said looking at her husband. “What would you do if you were there with her right now with the both of you naked?”

“What would I do? What do you mean what would I do?”

“If I gave you my permission, what would you do sexually with Christine?”

“This is just pillow talk right,” said Michael.

“Yes,” said Tiffany. “Hypothetically if you were there with her now, what would you do?”

“You won’t get mad at me and I won’t get in trouble for saying how I truly feel?”

“No, of course not,” she said looking at him with sexual excitement. “I’m the one who asked what you’d do if you were with her right now and if you were both naked.”

“Hypothetically speaking,” he said qualifying his response, “if I was there with her right now, I’d finger her shaved pussy before eating her bald pussy. I’d lick her naked pussy before fucking her and having her blow me afterwards.”

Only, watering down his real responses, he didn’t dare verbalize all of his thoughts. He didn’t want to anger his wife by making her possessively jealous. If he were there with Christine right now and if they were both naked, he’d be kissing and kissing her while touching and feeling her where a faithful husband should never kiss, touch, and feel another woman. He didn’t say what he truly felt for fear of ruining his chances of having sex with other women and with having sex with Susan by admitting too much too soon that he wanted to try the swinging lifestyle.

“She’s touching herself,” said Tiffany ignoring her husband’s dire and sexually frustrating situation. “She’s rubbing her clit. She’s darıca escort finger fucking herself while watching you masturbate Michael. Do you see her playing with herself?”

“Yes, I see her. This is so hot Tiff,” he said.

“As if she’s sitting there watching a private CFNM review, you’ve made her wet with your striptease, masturbation show. Having stripped herself naked in front of you, she’s masturbating herself while watching you masturbate yourself. How hot is that?”

“I see her but I really need to cum Tiff,” he said stepping closer to his wife. “God I really need to cum. I swear I’m going to explode now in a mass of cum if I don’t cum soon.”

“Don’t move Michael. Stay where you are. Out of her view, she won’t be able to see you and watch you cum if you stand too close to the bed. I’ll move closer to you,” said Tiffany kneeling in front of her husband to look up at him with her big, blue eyes. “Now let’s give her something really hot to watch,” she said smiling wildly before taking her husband’s cock in her hand and before taking her husband’s cock in her mouth.

* * * * *

“Oh baby,” said Michael putting a gentle hand to the back of his wife’s blonde, pretty head. “Suck me Tiffany. Suck my cock. Oh yeah, this is exactly what I need,” he said.

“Let me know when you’re ready to cum Michael because I don’t want you to cum in my mouth,” she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak while looking up at him. “Okay?”

“Okay,” he said.

“I want you to cum all over my face and all over my big tits,” she said stroking him while sucking him. “I want you to give me a real cum bath Michael and her a real cum bath show,” she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak again. “I want Christine to see your cum dripping from my face and coating my breasts,” said Tiffany looking over at Christine.

“Okay. Okay. Yeah, sure, I can do that,” he said staring down at his wife while watching her sucking him and stroking him.

Tiffany sucked her husband while watching her next door neighbor. When she turned to look at Christine, she was sitting there fingering herself while sucking on a dildo as if she was sucking on his cock.

“Michael, Christine is sucking on a dildo as if she’s sucking your cock. I don’t believe her. Do you see her?”

“Yes, I see her. Oh God, you’re both driving me crazy. I’m ready Tiff. I’m ready to cum. I can’t hold it back any longer,” he said as if trying to hold back a gushing oil well or if he was Scotty on the Starship Enterprise in Star Trek unable to keep the Starship from exploding.

He turned to watch Christine again. She was really going at her dildo now. Moving her Asian pretty head back and forth and up and down, she was sucking that dildo as if she was sucking a real cock and as if she was sucking his cock.

“No, not yet Michael. Hold,” she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak. “Hold,” she said again as if she was Mel Gibson playing William Wallace in Braveheart with the English running towards him. “Hold! Hold!”

“Christine is sucking her dildo as if she’s sucking my cock,” said Michael repeating what his wife had just said for the sexual titillation of hearing it again in his head. “She’s driving me crazy with lust for her.”

Painfully holding back his ejaculation, while waiting for his wife to give him permission to cum, he grimaced in pain before receiving pleasure.

“I saw her. She’s such a slut,” said Tiffany with a laugh. “I bet you’d like to cum in her mouth wouldn’t you.”

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “I love slutty women,” said Michael. “They make me so hot.”

“I bet you’d love to cum in Susan’s mouth,” she said.

As if she read his mind, he couldn’t believe his wife said that. Suddenly, he imagined Susan there on her knees sucking his cock instead of his wife. If Susan was there instead of Tiffany, he would have already unloaded his cum in her mouth. A game his wife likes to play is to see how long he can go before cumming.

“Oh my God,” he said while imagining cumming in Susan’s mouth. “Yes, I’d love to cum in Susan’s mouth he said but stopping himself from asking, ‘May I?’

Sucking him deeper, she took him in her mouth again while stroking him faster and harder. Then, obviously ready for her cum bath as if she was Joan Fontaine telling Cecil B. DeMille that she was ready for her close up shot, she released her husband’s cock from her mouth again.

“Okay Michael. Now! Cum all over me. Give me a real cum bath,” she said closing her eyes, puffing out her chest, and tilting back her head to offer up her face to him as if she was bravely and fearlessly facing a firing squad. “Do it now Michael. Do it. Do it now. Explode your cum all over my face and tits. I can’t wait to see her reaction.”

As if his cock was an oil well, a real gusher, there was a moment of silence and nothingness where the cum, instead of coming up from his testicles, bubbled up and exploded up from his toes. As if it was the fourth of July, as if they were at the Kennedy Space center and had just counted down from ten to zero to launch their penis rocket, Michael was ready to explode his cum all over his wife’s face and tits. Tiffany turned her head just in time to face Christine and with Michael turning to look at his new neighbor while aiming his cock at his wife’s head, he unloaded an unprecedented volume of cum all over his wife’s face, hair, and tits.

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You wandered to the bedroom, a few loose papers in your hand. I thought nothing of it, some quick “homework” before bed. My book kept my attention for a while longer, although from time to time I heard rustling and quiet sounds from down the hall. Soon my curiosity won out and I left the book behind. My imagination bubbled with ideas as I walked toward the room.

My bare feet silenced my arrival. Peering around the door frame, I saw you lying naked, relaxed across the bed. The papers were held loosely in your hand, and your interest in the text was very evident: your hand wrapped around your stiffening cock. Whatever you were reading, you were enjoying it. Your sighs and “damns” flowed with your stroking. I stood quietly and watched your angled legs, broad chest, and busy hand. Your self-pleasuring was an arousing sight.

I was convinced you saw me as you dropped a page onto the sheets. My heart thudded, knowing how you would react to having a very interested audience. But my presence was unknown to you…you were completely absorbed in the scene in the story. Your cock was slick and fat in your hand. I could hear the friction you created with each stroke. Your breathing was ragged. The moans were drawn out and husky.

Watching you inspired a shower of reactions in my body. I felt my nipples harden, and saw them pressing through my blouse. My pussy tingled, and I shifted from foot to foot to relieve the pressure. That just stimulated me more. I licked my lips more than once, so escort kocaeli bayan aroused by your stroking. My hand rose to my breast, cupping and caressing it.

My mind was racing: should I join you? Should I leave you to cum in private? I chewed on my lower lip while I tweaked my nipples and pondered the ideas. With a grin, I decided to join you…in a way. I stripped silently in the hallway. Blouse, bra, shorts and panties dropped to the carpet. There I was, naked like you, excited by watching you, needing to touch myself. I held my breath, and slid down the doorway. I could see you perfectly and yet wouldn’t disturb you. And I could play with you, although not ‘with’ you.

Now there were more pages on the bed than in your hand. Your hand was wrapped around your purpling cock. Your stroking was longer and stronger. From time to time you released it to cup your tight balls. Seeing your stiff cock jutting ‘hands free’ was an amazing sight.

My back rested against the door frame, and my legs were spread leisurely. My fingers found my wet pussy. I spread the wetness from my clit to my ass and massaged it in slowly. My lips and clit got special attention from one hand while my nipples were treated by the other. It was difficult to be quiet and not join you in making sexy sounds.

“Yes…ohhhhhhh” you growled as the last page slipped out of your hand. You watched it float over the bed and onto the floor….and you noticed me for the first kocaeli otele gelen escort time. The look on your face was a sexy combination of pleasure and puzzlement. Were you surprised to see me? See me naked? See me watching you? See me playing?

My lips made a wet smacking sound as they pursed and sent a kiss to you. I nodded my head, urging you to continue. I got up from the floor and walked over to the chair next to the bed. Sitting down, I draped a leg over each chair arm. Your cock pumped in and out of your fist, and you were “grrrrrr”-ing at me. “Like the closer view?” I teased.

I reached into the drawer behind me and pulled out a thick flesh-like dildo. You were already focused on my pussy, and exhaled deeply when you saw the toy slip between my lips. As I inched it deeper inside me, you stroked your cock firmly. I watched as your cockhead popped out of your fist, then some of the shaft, only to be covered again by your fist. Your ass flexed, thrusting your cock higher.

“I like watching you jack your cock…You are so hard and thick,” I purred while I pushed and pulled the dildo. “See how wet you make me?” I removed the dildo, showing you the sheen of wetness on it. I spread my glistening pussy lips, showing you the juices watching you generated. Slowly I slipped the dildo over my lips and onto my tongue, tasting the hot sexy sweetness.

Your groan told me you were close to spurting izmit suriyeli escort your building cum. I started pumping my pussy faster, longer, deeper. You stroked your cock tighter, firmer, stronger. We built a rhythm together, even though we were feet apart. My eyes roamed over your flushed body, always coming back to your hand and cock. You gazed over my full breasts, my round tummy, and my open pussy. When our eyes met, we smiled wicked smiles.

You said one word: “Now.” We began stroking, fingering, jacking, pumping faster. Our moans and words and gasps got louder. The wet sounds of hot cock and hot pussy floated between us. The speed and tension rose, creeping closer and closer to the moment of exquisite release.

I tumbled first. My hips rose off of the chair and met the thrusts of the dildo. My pussy clenched around it, and the waves of my orgasm rippled over me. I groaned and panted and called your name. I opened my clenched eyes when I heard you grunt. I watched you fist your purple headed cock and grunt again. Cum spurted, pulsing out all over you. The creamy white liquid puddled on your skin. Your sighs and groans slowly subsided, and you caught your breath.

I pulled the dildo out of my pussy with a pop and licked the juices from it. I walked over to the bed, and ran my tongue and finger over the cum puddles, licking up every drop. You reached up and pulled me down next to you. Our skin was damp and hot from excitement. We kissed intensely, vigorously, and then slowed to a long, sensual exploration.

After the “long distance” intimacy, feeling and touching you felt so good. Your hands reached around me and pulled me close. I stroked your back and arms, and one hand rested on your ass. We melted together, sated and mellow. I looked up at you, smiled and said “Hi sexy.” You laughed a naughty laugh and rolled over on top of me…..

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As I unlocked the door my body went from beaten down and broken after a long days work to revived and excited as your words from this morning echoed through my head.

“I’ve got something special planned for us tonight”

I tossed my keys on the hall table as I entered a little puzzled by the silence that met me.

I checked each room, a little disappointed that you weren’t in any of them, I pulled the clip from my hair and shook my head as I headed to the bedroom to change my clothes and strip off the last remnants of the long shitty day I had.

I smiled as I entered; there on the bed was some clothing laid out for me and a note placed on top in your handwriting.

‘Meet me here…Wear this…I love you.’

I jumped into the shower and blew my hair dry, leaving the long brown locks hanging in loose curls over my shoulders. I stepped into the bedroom and took the first piece of clothing off the bed.

I didn’t recognize any of it. I smiled as I looked at the top, skirt and little pair of underwear that I was to wear as I thought of you shopping for me. I slipped the top over my head, it was a dark blue tank top style with thin straps. I took note of the fact that you didn’t include a bra in the pile. I looked down at the silky and stretchy material as it teased the soft skin of my bare breasts.

I felt my nipples harden and laughed to myself, with this little tight top on, I wouldn’t be able to hide that fact from anyone.

I pulled the black undies up my legs, there were nothing more than a little scrap of satin, barely covering my no-no places, quite obviously a man’s choice and not a woman’s.

I pulled the black skirt on last, it was as soft and silky as the top and moved in a little flirty way with each step I took around the room, lightly caressing my upper thighs.

I looked at myself in the mirror, I had to admit the outfit was very sexy but at the same time still classy. The way the material felt against my skin, the way the skirt moved when I walked. It made me feel very, very feminine with it on.

I slid my feet into some low black pumps and headed out the door.

The address was not that far, only a 10 minute drive from home. I parked and got out, not really surprised to be walking toward a popular dance club.

The music was loud and bumping as I entered, techno style dance music and gyrating bodies all around me. The lights flashed on and off to the beat of the music, illuminating the club in flashes as I weaved my way through the thick crowd towards the bar at the other end of the large room, scanning the faces around me for yours.

I ordered a drink, a brandy and coke. A double, much needed after my long day and turned, sipping it slowly and almost involuntarily moving my body a bit to the beat. Losing myself as I watched the people on the dance floor grind and move together in what looked like one big mass of arms and legs.

A light touch on my shoulder brought me out of the trance and I turned and smiled as my eyes met yours.

“You look fabulous baby.”

Your voice was deep and smooth in my ear, your scent intoxicating as you leaned forward and spoke. I couldn’t resist and turned my head for a quick kiss, which quickly turned deep and sensual.

“You have impeccable taste.” I smiled at you a little dazed, the kiss making my heart speed up and beat as fast at the base line thumping off the walls.

You took my hand in yours and pulled me toward the dance floor, I thought you wanted to dance so I was a little surprised when you moved to one side and leaned back against the wall, placing me in front of you so we both faced the dancers. The flashing lights mixed with the dimly club giving us an almost surreal view.

I shivered as my back pressed against your front. I couldn’t help it and moved my hips a bit, rubbing against you.

I went to move away just as you placed your hands on my hips and held me there. I smiled to myself and I started to sway to the music, my ass rubbing hard against your kocaeli escort bayan groin. Your hands moved up, sliding over the sides of my body and back down as I moved, your fingertips brushing against the sides of my breasts.

I felt my nipples harden at the light touch and looked down, the effect was almost instantaneous as my nipples pebbled into hard little peaks poking through the thin material. My initial thought was right, I might as well not be wearing a top at all. It was plainly visible what you were doing to me.

“Cold baby?”

Your voice was filled with amusement as spoke close to my ear, your hand moving quick giving one nipple a light tweak.

I couldn’t help it and groaned, my little noise unheard over the loud music.

“You’d bad,”

I turned my head smiling at you while I slipped one hand behind my back and between us, pressing it against your hardening cock.

“Now you’ve done it,” your hands slide back down and cup my ass, “we have to stay here until I’m decent enough to walk out.”

You ground against me, I feel my pussy start to throb as I got a flash our morning before you left for work, and just how good you felt buried deep inside me. You pushed the length of your cock against my palm. I gripped it through your pants, letting my fingers press hard against the head then slowly dragging my fingernails up and down your length a few times.

“Oh you want to play like that do you?” I should have known from the tone in your voice that I was outmatched.

I felt your fingers brush lightly against the backs of my thighs and just under the hem of my skirt. Slowly you slid them upward against my skin, making my stomach flutter and my sex clench. I widened my stance a bit as your finger toyed along the elastic of my now very wet undies.

“Hot baby?” as you spoke your fingers slipped under the elastic and brushed over the swollen my lips of my pussy, “You are a very naughty girl…you’re all wet down here.”

I moaned as I pushed my ass harder against you and arched my back slightly. I didn’t care that we were standing in a club with people all around us; I wanted your fingers buried deep inside me.

I groaned loud as you moved your fingers up and down the length of my slit while I stood there almost motionless. I couldn’t help it and jumped a bit as your fingertips bumped my clit again and again. God I needed to come so bad, it was all I could do not to turn and molest you right there against the wall.

“Oh god…please baby,” my voice was breathy, almost pleading with you.

“Please what?”

From your tone, it was obvious that you were amused. I tilted my hips a bit more as you toyed with me.

“You’re so wet baby, you want more?”

You spoke into my ear, your hot breath on my neck making me shiver as you gently parted the lips of my sex and moved your fingers against my aroused flesh.

I moved my hips in response, grinding hard against the length of your cock.

“You want me to make you come right here baby? Put my fingers in this hot little cunt with all these people around us?”

As you spoke your fingers circled the opening to my body.

I wanted to scream at you. YES! GOD YES! PLEASE BABY! FINGER ME! MAKE ME COME! NOW!

But instead I moaned and bit my bottom lip, looking around and making sure no one was paying attention and I moved my hips a bit, letting you know without the words that was exactly what I wanted.

I locked my knees are you slowly slipped your fingers into me, my pussy clenched tight around them as you rubbed me inside slowly then pulled out, only to repeat the action again and again. I almost screamed as the sensations of two of your fingers filling me, fucking me slowly as the lights flashed around us and the bass beat sent tremors up my frame.

I could hear your voice in my ear, the words making me hotter, bringing me closer and closer.

“Does that feel good baby? Fuck your so hot and wet…That’s izmit otele gelen escort it move your hips a bit…make it look like your dancing.” The music got slow and quiet as I barely moved and tried to keep quiet; I was on right on the edge and hoped they turned up the volume and fast! My climax was building and I knew I was going to be loud.

You slipped another finger into me and moved them faster, stretching me. My hips moved with your rhythm.

“You like this don’t you? All these people have no idea my fingers are sliding in and out of your hot, wet little pussy right now…They have no idea you’re about to come hard all over my fingers…You thinking about my cock baby? Thinking about how much better it would feel if I had you bent over the bar with my dick buried deep inside you?”

I couldn’t stop myself and I cried out loud and came hard, my body shaking as my pussy clenched and unclenched around your fingers, my juices spilling from me and coating your fingers as they slowed and finally stopped moving.

Thankfully the DJ had just turned up the volume again and my cries were lost in the bass beats.

“Timing is everything.” I just barely heard your words over the bass beats as my body came back down to earth slowly.

I was breathing like I’d ran a marathon; I felt the loss instantly as you pulled your fingers from inside me and adjusted the back of my skirt.

“Better baby?”

Your voice dripped with manly satisfaction as you turned my head towards you and rubbed your wet fingers against my mouth. I darted my tongue out and licked lightly then moaned as your mouth came down on mine and kissed me deep, taking a taste of the juices from my lips.

I slipped my hand back between us and rubbed it along the length of your cock as you tiled my head and deepened the kiss. I felt the vibrations more than heard the sound of your little groan as I pressed my palm against your hardness and slid it slowly from base to tip.

I pulled from your lips and stood on tip toe whispering into your ear,

“No…much worse…I need you baby…please…now?”

You took my hand and led us through the throngs of people toward the exit. My legs felt like jello as I half ran to keep up to you. It was nice knowing you felt the urgency as much as I did.

Once outside I turned toward where I was parked, I was a little surprised when you shook your head and turned to walk down the street.

“But…but aren’t we going home?” My heels clicked on the pavement as I trotted behind you, our fingers still entwined.

“No…take to long,” you turned sharply and led me down a small dimly lit lane just beside the building that housed the club, “I need inside you now.”

My pussy clenched at your words and I half smiled and half groaned. You knew I loved sex outdoors.

A few steps down the lane and you turned to me and pressed me up hard against the cool cement building. I moaned loud as your body pressed full against mine, your hands pulling mine over my head and holding them there while you kissed my lips and moved your mouth to my throat, moving your hips against me and dry humping my pussy..

“Keep them there.”

Your voice was gruff as you took your hands from mine and moved them down the sides of my body. I complied and left them over my head as you tugged my shirt up and bared my breasts to the cool night air.

I moaned as your lips closed over one tight peak, the sensation of your hot mouth on my cooled skin was amazing, it sent a jolt of pleasure down my body as you nipped and teased me. You squeezed me breasts in your hands, moving your mouth from one to the other, lifting them to your lips and toying with my nipples. Pinching and rolling them as my pussy throbbed in need.

“Baby please,” My voice was pleading with you, “Please…I need you inside me.”

Your hands moved lower, cupping my pussy through the wet undies as I spread my legs, giving you more access. kocaeli suriyeli escort You pulled them to the side and pushed your fingers deep into me, making me cry out at the sudden invasion.

“Oh god baby…that feels so good”

My words came out on a moan as I let my hands drop and worked frantically at the buttons on your jeans. I groaned when your cock popped out into my palm. I closed my hand around you and stroked your length, squeezing and tugging at your hot, hard shaft.

You pushed my hand away and pressed me harder into the wall, the cool concrete scratching my back as you lifted one of my legs over your hip and moved closer to me.

“You want it baby?”

As you spoke you rubbed the head of your cock up and down the length of my slit, bumping my clit again and again, driving me insane. I shifted my hips to try and take you inside me.

“Oh god baby…please.” My hands gripped you tight, trying to pull you closer.

“Tell me you want it.” Your voice was muffled as you nipped and bit my neck. “Beg me for it.”

“Oh god baby…please,”

I didn’t care that you were playing with me. I was lost in the sensations of your smooth hard cock stroking my wetness,

“Aww fuck baby….please…I need you….your driving me fucking crazy….please….Oh god please!…FUCK ME!”

I screamed as you pushed hard into my body. Filling me with one hard stroke. My pussy clenched tight and I came almost immediately. My body shook as I lost myself in the sweet sensations as you started to move, pounding into me hard and fast, dragging out my pleasure.

I held your shoulders as you slammed against me over and over, the squishy sounds of your cock moving inside my very wet pussy clear in the quiet night.

I slid my hands over your hips and dug my fingers into your ass, feeling it flex and relax as you moved. I was immune to everything around, totally focused on you sliding in and out, grinding me against the wall.

Your hands came down and lifted my feet from the ground, pushing me hard against the wall and making your strokes deeper. I came again…hard…my body spasmed as my pussy clamped down tight around your cock, like a hot, wet silken vice.

I held on to you like a life preserver and rocked my hips back and forth to your rhythm riding out my orgasm, coating your cock in my juices as you reached for your own release.

You slowed your strokes and let my legs slide back down to the ground, turning me fast and pushing me against the wall, then gripping my hips and positioning me. I moaned and arched my back as you prodded my pussy and pushed back into me from behind.

“Oh fuck yesss baby.”

I braced my hands against the cold, rough wall as you slammed back into me.

I worked with you, pushing back against your cock as you pounded hard, one hand on my hip and the other fisted tight in my hair. I came again, crying out loudly as you leaned over and sunk your teeth into my shoulder, gently biting down as the slapping sounds of our skin meeting rang in my ears.

“Awww fuck baby, you’re so hot….so fucking wet….you feel so good.” The words came out on one breath as you never let up your pace…working me hard and fast until you were there…right on the edge.

I clenched around you tight, coming with you when I felt your cock jump inside me, I pushed back against you hard as my pussy contracted around your cock tight. A low groan came from your throat as you lost yourself in your own satisfaction.

Your cock pulsed and spasmed as you filled me with your come, both hands on my hips as you held tight and pressed against me letting your climax overtake you.

We both heard noise at the same time and straightened quickly, glancing toward the opening to the street as we got ourselves together.

I bit back a small moan as I felt your juices mixed with mine slowly seep from me, soaking my undies and coating the insides of my thighs while I watched you struggle with the buttons on your jeans.

You took my hand and led me back to the street, passing a group of clubbers that were just entering from where we were exiting.

We smiled as we passed them and walked hand in hand to my car.

You turned to me and pulled me close and leaned down for a quick kiss, opening the door to my car.

“See…I told you, timing IS everything baby…I’ll meet you at home.”

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Jimmy dug through his sock draw looking for the bag of Hashish that lay hidden there since Christmas. He held it up to the light. It held a goodly amount of the good stuff, the stuff that he had paid premium dollars to get, and the stuff that makes non-believers see God. He was saving it for a special day. He couldn’t think of another day more special to use his secreted drug stash than Earth Day. Yeah, today was the day.

He quickly dressed, retrieved the bag of nuts from the panty shelf, and started chopping. Somehow he had to not only grind but also sneak his ground up Hashish in the mixture of brownie batter without his wife seeing and suspecting that it was there. The art of making and keeping drug laced brownies a secret was not only in the smoothing of the top surface but also in the grinding. The ground Hashish had to be so fine so as to be undetectable to the naked eye.

Luckily, his wife was busy entertaining her mother and sisters, who had just arrived for this Earth Day party and political meeting. His wife had said that the Local League of Women Voters wanted to make their contribution to help save the planet and to do their share for a greener environment.

“Hi, Sis, it’s so nice of you to come to my little party,” she said kissing her sister on the cheek. “Hi, Mom, you look nice. Only, they’ll be no men here today,” she said joking at the flirtatious nature of her mother who was always on the prowl for cock.

“Oh, I know that, Diane. I always want to look my best. You never know. On the way home, some handsome traffic cop might pull me over and allow me to get off with a warning instead of a ticket.” She winked at her daughter. “I’ve done that before.”

His sister-in-law Karen, younger than her sister, Diane, had the body that his wife had before giving birth to two children. Not that Diane had a bad body, but Karen had a great figure. Where Diane looked more like her Dad, Karen was a carbon copy, albeit a much younger version of her mother, Stella. Apparently, Karen had been taking lessons from her mother on how to be a cock teaser, because she certainly was one and had grew bolder in her sexy behavior once she received her breast implants on the insistence and with the payment of her mother.

Karen made him wild with lustful desire for her. More than once he controlled himself from grabbing her around the waist and sticking his wet tongue down her throat while he reached a hand up her skirt, in-between her legs, and down her panty to finger her pussy or sticking a hand down her blouse and bra to caress her tit and finger her nipple. When he was at her apartment last month to help her move furniture and after a few drinks, he persuaded her to show him her breasts. Actually, his powers of persuasion were more akin to pathetic begging. Finally, he wore down her resistance, after giving her a tension headache, and she relented by removing her blouse and bra. They were perfectly symmetrical C cup breasts with big suckable nipples, the kind that make a noise when popping out of your mouth.

She even allowed him to feel her tits on the pretense that Diane was thinking about getting breast implants. Diane was the opposite of her mother and sister and breast implants were the last thing on her wish list after a new minivan, a trip to Disney World with the kids, and paying down the charge cards. Other than a trip to Florida, there was nothing exciting sexual or otherwise about any of those choices.

His mother-in-law, Stella, a dyed blonde bombshell was married and divorced twice and looking for her third husband. She was a sexy bitch who continued wearing short skirts and low cut tops even though she was in her early fifties. Hard around the edges, she didn’t look her age and anyone would think her ten years younger, especially by the way she dressed. He was always trying to steal a peak of his mother-in-law’s goods and forever wearing short skirts and low cut tops, she was never shy about showing him what she had with copious amounts of upskirt and downblouse views.

Once, he got a good, long peek of her surgically enhanced C cup boobs, when she undid her bikini top, somewhat covered herself with her hands, and asked him to rub lotion on her back. He was very generous with the lotion and she did nothing to stop his roaming hands. More than once, escort kocaeli he felt the sides of her tits and while rubbing lotion over the back of her thighs briefly touched her where he wanted to stick his tongue and cock. Matter of fact, she encouraged his touches when she continually cooed, “Oh, that feels so good.” Only, he stopped himself from touching her in all the inappropriate places that he wanted to touch her for fear that she’d tattle to Diane that he was putting the moves on her poor, innocent mother.

She’d been hanging around the social clubs that dot Boston looking to hook up with someone who had money, power, and influence, but all she found were married men. Married men suited her for what she needed now, but their wives would kill her if they ever got their jealous hands around her pretty, little neck. She was attracted to mob men who were all married to little Sicilian wives that stayed home cooking, cleaning, and raising more little mob men and spoiled Sicilian Princesses and who’d kill anyone who came between them and their man. Stella was every man’s mistress, but no man’s wife. Yeah, definitely, there was some unfinished sexual business between him and his mother-in-law.

The door bell rang and he heard his wife, Diane, open the door and greet her cousins.

“Hi Audrey. Hi Brenda. It’s so nice of you to come on such short notice.”

He really liked Audrey and Brenda. Diane had invited them last minute when she heard they were home from the trip abroad. Even after having them over dozens of times, he still couldn’t tell the twins apart. At twenty-six-years old, they still dressed alike, talked at the same time, and finished one another’s thoughts. Their dressing alike was kind of kinky but endearing nonetheless. The talking at the same time and finishing one another’s thoughts was fun and funny in the beginning, but became annoying after a while.

He remembered when they were in college a few years ago and attended a pool party that he and Diane hosted had in their backyard. Outrageous in their behavior once high on alcohol, they entertained his neighbors and friends by removing their bikini tops, flaunting their B cup breasts, and French kissing while standing on the diving board before diving in, just as Diane and the wives were making their way out back. No one else saw their erotic tease striptease and incestuous lesbian kiss but the men.

The doorbell heralded the arrival of the neighbors, Laura, Betty, Sue, and June. Diane escorted them in the living room and the room was filled with cigarette smoke and the ear shattering noise of nine women all talking and laughing at the same time.

A definite bedroom community, Laura was married to Bill and Betty to Bob, only Laura and Betty were having a lesbian affair that they thought no one suspected. Sue was married to Larry and June to Michael and they spent weekends away ‘camping’ where they swapped spouses. Michael spilled the beans to Jimmy after a few boilermakers worked its magic with his tongue.

The doorbell rang again. He peered around the corner, as his wife opened the front door inviting the tenth and final woman inside. A stately, well-built redhead of about 35-years-old entered his home pulling a large suitcase.

‘Wow, who the Hell is this,’ he wondered. She looked like she could be a hostess at one of those fancy eateries or a pharmaceutical salesperson or a high priced call girl. He enjoyed imaging her as a high priced call girl here to see him. Only, the noisy women in the living room ruined his all too brief fantasy.

He wondered why she’d brought a suitcase to the Local League of Women’s Voters meeting. He wondered what was in the suitcase. He imagined her Pullman bag was filled with sexy lingerie and a couple of toys for when she was alone and lonely in her hotel room.

Maybe, she has a plane to catch right after the meeting. Yeah, that’s probably it. They don’t live very far from Logan Airport. He wondered where she was going. He imagined her lying topless on a white sandy beach and inviting him, as he walked by her, to rub lotion of her back, her thighs, and on her D cup breasts. She was certainly a good looking woman. He made a note to take more interest in politics.

Suddenly, this statuesque redhead consumed his kocaeli escort thoughts. Yeah, sure, she was beautiful, but there was something else about her, something that he couldn’t quite put a finger to as to why he was so very attracted to her. She just mesmerized him. ‘I betcha she has blue eyes,’ he said to himself. ‘Yeah, I betcha she has the kind of blue eyes that hypnotizes you.’

His wife came in the kitchen as he continued chopping nuts at a feverish pace.

“That’s good enough, Jimmy.”

“Good enough? I’m not nearly done chopping nuts, Diane. You know how much I like extra nuts in my brownies.”

“Sorry, Hon, but I don’t have time to make brownies. The women are already here and I need to play hostess.”

“Don’t worry, Sweetie. You go and entertain your guests and I’ll make the brownies,” he said not believing his sudden lucky break. Now, he can take his time to properly drug the batter along with the guests.

“Thanks, Jimmy, you’re a doll,” she said kissing him on the cheek and squeezing his ass. “But as soon as they are in the oven and you’ve set the time, you can go. And please go out by the back door so that, uhm, you don’t interrupt our meeting.”

“Go? Go where?”

“I thought you were going out with the guys?”

“Nah, I decided to stay here and listen to the political discussion. I never knew you were interested in politics and were affiliated with the Local League of Women’s Voters. This discussion about who to throw your support to in the upcoming presidential election will be much more interesting and insightful than having a few beers at the sports bar watching the Red Sox game. They’re playing the Yankees. The Sox will win anyway.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not really the Local League of Women’s Voters and we’re really not having a political discussion?”

“It’s not? You’re not?” He peered in the living room as the tall, shapely redhead was setting up clothing racks.

“I’m having a lingerie party.”

“No fucking way!”

“Shhh, everyone will here you.”

“I thought this was an Earth Day party,” he said in a hoarse whisper. “What does sexy lingerie have to do with Earth Day?”

“Well, the lingerie is from the Green Earth Clothing Company. The lingerie is organic, eco-friendly and/or made from hemp and other products and materials that is not only bio-degradable but is handmade by disenfranchised women in third world countries. A potion of the money goes to help women’s micro business development.”

She got his interest when she mentioned hemp.

“Wow, you know how much I’m interested in saving the planet and furthering women’s causes. I’d love to see those products.”

“Saving the planet my ass. The only thing you want to further in women is your cock. What a crock of shit, Jimmy. You just want to see lingerie fashioned on live models, especially my sister. You’ve always had the hots for her.”

“Are you kidding me? They try stuff on in our living room?”

He ignored commenting on his obvious attraction to her sister. That was a no win argument. He wondered if she knew that he wanted to fuck her mother, too. What is it with her family? All of her relatives are babes.

Suddenly, he thought of Bostonfictionwriter’s Earth Day Sioux Indian Style story and had an erection thinking about bending Karen over the kitchen sink while he fucked her doggie style and felt her abundant breasts. Then, he thought of Stella finding them in the kitchen and playing the indignant bitch mother-in-law when she was just jealous. He imagined her threatening to tell Diane that he was fucking her sister when he grabbed her by the hair, kissed her hard, pushed her down to her knees and fucked her face with his cock. He imagined cumming in her mouth while feeling her big breasts.

‘God, I’m so freaking horny,’ he thought. ‘I really need to watch this lingerie party.’

“No, I have them go in our bedroom to try things on for size before they buy,” said Diane.

“C’mon, Diane, let me stay. Please? You won’t even know I’m here.” His erection pulsated in his jeans thinking about playing host just so that he could steal some peeks of everyone in their lingerie.

“No, you can’t stay, Jimmy,” she said whispering. “Your presence would kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan make the women uncomfortable for you to see them in their lingerie. You’d ruin the party. No one would buy anything.” She shot him a sexy look. “And if you promise to disappear, I promise to buy something special for tonight.” She gave him a wink. “I’ll suck your cock and you can cum on my tits.”

‘Big freakin’ deal. Gees, I’m tired of cumming on her tits. I want to cum in her mouth. I want to watch her swallow my load. I betcha her sister and mother both swallow.’

“Okay, okay, that’s no problem. I’ll stay upstairs.”

“You will?” She looked at him. “You promise?”

“Yeah…I promise.”

“You won’t sneak down and try to peek?”

“Nah,” he said as he continued chopping nuts. “Do I look juvenile or perverted to you?”

“Well, a few minutes ago you were up in your office naked and reading while jerking off to Bostonfictionwriter’s stories on Literotica.”

“Oh, that, yeah, well, I told you I was reading poetry and you know how iambic pentameter turns me on.”

“Iambic pentameter? Yeah, especially if they rhyme with east and west incest is best, better than all the rest, especially when the sex is in your family nest.”

“Oh, that, you read that poem that I started writing, huh?”

“It’s kind of sick, Jimmy.”

“Listen,” he said quickly changing the subject, “you go and entertain your guests and I’ll make the brownies. It’s easy. I’ve been reading the instructions on the box.”

“Oh, okay. Thanks Jimmy.”

As soon as his wife left the room, Jimmy added the entire bag of his special ingredient to the brownies. Matter of fact, he had chopped so many nuts while fantasizing about the women parading around his living room in their naughty nighties and had more than enough Hashish to make two, big, potent pans of brownies. Fortunately, Diane had an extra box of brownie mix in the panty. He put the two pans of brownies in the oven and set the timer. Just in case, he made his special punch, too. He figured the punch would be ready before the brownies.

He had a small block of ice that he was saving for next weekend to chill his beer in the cooler when he was going fishing with his neighbor Michael. He had time to freeze another one. He was hoping to get Michael drunk again so that he could hear more about the sordid details about his adventures in wife swapping.

Jimmy had always fantasized about watching Diane do another Dude, but he never verbalized his fantasies to her about that for fear that she’d lambaste him and throw his computer out the window. He knew that Diane flirted with Michael and Larry. He knew that she was attracted to them. They were good looking men, after all. Only, he didn’t know how she’d feel about them if she knew that they were living the swinging lifestyle right in their neighborhood.

Nonetheless, whenever he jerked off, he imagined sitting in a chair across from the bed while Diane, tied up and blindfolded, blew Michael and had Larry fuck her from behind. Then, he imagined them both switching places with her blowing Larry and Michael fucking her from behind. That, by far, was his favorite fantasy. His next favorite fantasy was having hot sex with her mother and sister together at the same time.

He put the ice in the middle of the punch bowl. Then, he cut up watermelon, cantaloupe, honey dew melon, and squished grapes, cherries, oranges and pineapple to the mixture. Now, he was ready to add the good stuff. He added full bottles of vodka, rum, gin, and champagne. The fruit made the hard stuff so sweet that you’d be hard pressed to taste any alcohol. Amazingly, it tasted like an alcohol free fruit punch. Between the brownies and the punch, he assured himself a good time.

The last time he made his special zombie punch her relatives who all drank nothing stronger than tea drank it all, sucked the juice out of the fruit, and had a grand old time. Her grandmother even did a striptease while standing on the coffee table. She stripped down to her bra and panty, but slipped from the table just as she was unhooking her bra. Everyone was wasted.

He roamed the living room playing the perfect host when instead he was there just to ogle the women getting down and dirty. Not shy about the disarray of their clothes, not one of them sat with their legs closed. A voyeur at heart, he couldn’t count the number of times he saw his mother-in-law’s, sisters-in-law’s, and neighbor’s panties and peered down their blouses while refilling their thirst for his special punch. It was a wonderful evening and everyone had a grand old time.

To be continued…

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The last public stripping that Filthy Rich Productions had staged had been a huge success. The footage of the poor red-headed victim they got from the camera Dillon had dropped and abandoned was fantastic. If it had not been for the quick-thinking of Bazongaz The Magical Clown, who had been on hand for the shoot, the best footage from the shoot would have been lost.

Dillon had instantly taken a liking to Bazongaz The Magical Clown. Inspiration hit Dillon and he had Dillon back for another shoot. It didn’t take much imagination to come up with an idea to use a clown-themed magician. Of course, the public stripping needed to take place onstage during the magic show.

In order to make Rich happy Dillon agreed to use Lisa the model who they had passed up on a previous shoot. Lisa had come across as a mega-bitch when they had interviewed her for the opportunity to be the Brew Busters Theme Park spokesmodel. She had acted like Dillon and Rich were a couple of creepy date rapists. To be fair she wasn’t far off. Lisa’s stuck up demeanor would have made her a shoo-in to get picked to have her blouse pulled open on opening day of the theme park, if it hadn’t been for Monica. Monica was sweet and innocent which Dillon loved but what put Monica over the top was that she had just turned eighteen and was still in high school. The Idea of the cute little girl having to attend class after having her bare tits plastered all over the internet was too good for Dillon to pass up.

That shoot had been an incredible success. Not only did they flash Monica’s tits to a huge crowd of people but her hot mom had been splashed by one of the rides and left dripping wet in a see-thru white shirt. Rich had to admit that Dillon had made the right decision. Now he was thinking it was Lisa’s turn. Using the contact info they had from the previous interview Dillon contacted Lisa with an invitation to perform on a submission video a local showman was going to be sending out to the national late-night talk show circuit. If the video did well there would be a strong possibility that Lisa would be making an appearance on one of the late shows.

Lisa would be playing the role of an audience member who Gazongaz pulled out of the crowd to help with a trick. Lisa would climb into a box and be cut into thirds and split apart. The beauty of the trick was that Lisa would be completely helpless while locked in the box.

Lisa had again made quite the impression during her staged interview. Not only was it obvious that she was still creeped out by Dillon but she didn’t treat Bazongaz with the respect he thought he deserved. For starters, Bazongaz was a pretty talented stage magician. For the budget he spent on his act, Bazongaz put on a pretty good show. The amount of comedy he injected in his act was pretty impressive for a starting comedian. With the right connections, Bazongaz had the potential to become a star.

Lisa treated him like a street mime. The fact that he was paying her, or at least pretending to, made no difference to Lisa. She would take his money and use him for the opportunity to be on television but she couldn’t pretend to take Bazongaz seriously. Any guilt Bazongaz might have felt for the humiliation he was going to inflict on Lisa went out the window as Lisa subtly talked down to him.

Playing the part of Bazongaz assistant was Ashley, the best friend of Dillon’s sister Britney since high school. They had a third girl in their best friends trio but had turned on her senior year. Along with Dillon and his group of friends they had conspired to pull her bikini top off in front of the school over spring break shortly after her eighteenth birthday. It had actually been the incident that had inspired the creation of ENF DOT COM. Dillon loved exposing the big black tits of his victim to an audience.

Unlike the others that participated in the breast flashing of the high school girl at spring break because they had a sexual desire to see the victim publicly exposed, Ashley did it because she was jealous of the girl’s relationship with her boyfriend.

Even though she had pretended to be less than attracted to her victim/friend’s boyfriend Ashley had to admit to herself she was very attracted to the boyfriend. While Ashley kocaeli escort always said she found the boyfriend to be somewhat homely, the reality was that she found his big muscles to more than make up for his less than perfect facial features. Ashley didn’t really think the boyfriend was all that ugly anyway just not handsome in a conventional sense.

Ashley felt a mixture of emotions when she and Britney had convinced their friend to break up with her boyfriend. It was somewhat of a relief to not see her friend with the object of her fantasies, to no longer be tortured with envy as she listened to stories of how great the boyfriend treated her. Ashley also knew that she could never be with the boyfriend. While Britney was fine with having a black best friend, she didn’t approve of interracial dating and the Mexican boyfriend probably would have cost Ashley her friendship with Britney. Along with the loss of her other friend for dating her ex-boyfriend would leave Ashley without either of her two best friends.

Ashley was also jealous of her black friend’s huge beautiful rack. On some level, Ashley thought that maybe showing everyone her friends tits might have demystified them a bit. It was pretty easy to be envious of her friend’s breasts when the whole school showed up for a chance to see them. Ashley thought that the boyfriend was proud to be the only one that had ever seen her friend topless. If everyone had got to enjoy them, on some level they would be devalued.

It didn’t work and her victim and the boyfriend were quickly back together and were married and with a kid on the way in less than a year. Ashley knew that she had missed her chance but in reality, she never had a chance. Instead, Ashley got a job working for a porn company that specialized in videos that mimicked sexual assaults. The secret of the companies success was that they mixed actual assaults in with the staged assaults. The trick was to hire a performer and overwhelm them with paperwork and slip in the script where they agreed to be exposed and groped up.

Lisa’s short-tempered demeanor meant she lost interest in the paperwork in front of her in almost record time. Bazongaz the clown was smiling so big he was practically beaming as the stuck up model signed the paper acknowledging the script to pull her clothes off on stage.

Lisa’s snotty attitude was to be expected during rehearsal. Lisa hadn’t even bothered to read over the fake script that had been worked up for the shoot. She had only read the part where she is chosen from the audience. She completely ignored the first part of the act where Bazongaz and Ashley in the role of assistant bantered back and forth through a couple of tricks. Once they started actually through the bit, Lisa was shocked at the crude humor displayed in the act.

Bazongaz did the magical pickpocket routine where he stole Ashley’s watch and necklace without her noticing. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a bra which he claimed to be Ashley’s. When Ashley denied the bra was hers Bazongaz reached out and gave her boob a quick double squeeze while simultaneously honking his bicycle horn as though her breast was a squeaky toy.

Bazongaz would apologize and check his other pocket and produce a pair of panties. Ashley would look shocked like She was looking at her panties in Bazongaz hand. Just as it was hitting the audience that Bazongaz might be holding Ashley’s panties, Bazongaz made a lifting gesture with his free hand. Ashleys skirt starts to rise and Ashley squeals as she spins so her ass is facing the crowd. The skirt rises up high enough to see the bottom of Ashley’s ass before Ashley pulls the dress back down.

Lisa is absolutely appalled at the blatant sexuality of Bazongaz’s act. Lisa starts to make a stink about her outfit, saying it was too slutty for the audience member she was pretending to be. The more she complained, the harder Bazongaz got. He couldn’t wait to strip her down in public. Bazongaz gave in on the wardrobe demands and convinced Lisa that the sexual innuendo would have nothing to do with her part of the show.

On the night of the taping, the crowd was packed with rowdy guys. The Filthy Rich porn company had gölcük escort sold tickets to the fanbase to witness stripping live and had no problem selling the hall out. In order to keep the entire crowd from being horny ENF fetishists, Rich closed his strip club down for the night and had his strippers attend the show as well. The smattering of exotic dancers added to sexual energy in the room. Fortunately for Lisa, Rich and Dillon managed to convince their Brazilian drug dealer financiers to sit in the audience instead of participating in the show like Dillon and his friends working the cameras. It took some convincing as the South American twins had a thing for blonds and couldn’t be trusted not to take things to another level in regards to assault. As it was there was a better than even chance that the rapier of the twins might pull a fast one with Rophinol before the night was over.

Bazongaz and Ashley ran through the beginning of the act much to the delight of the crowd. Even though Ashley had appeared on the website a few times before as part of the set up for the public stripping the audience either didn’t remember her non-nude appearances on the site or they were eager to see any female flesh. It was probably more of the later as the crowd gave off an electric energy as Ashley’s skirt lifted up her thighs. Ashley felt the excitement go through the crowd and hesitated an instant too long before spinning to keep the crowd from seeing her pussy. For an instant, Ashley’s bare pussy lips were visible to the audience members seated upfront.

Ashley glanced back to the cameras recording the show to see if they had caught her reveal. From the look on her former high school classmate’s face, it was obvious that he had captured a glimpse of her sex on tape. Ashley knew that she would have to fight to get Dillon to edit that out of the final video before they posted it online. Maybe she wouldn’t fight it. The idea of her bare pussy being posted online was kind of sexy. Also, Dillon always creeped her out, even when they were younger. Now that Dillon was pumped up with fake testosterone he was huge and three times as scary.

Bazongaz called for a volunteer from the audience and made a little show of considering a few members before he settled on Lisa. Once Lisa stood up the audience knew she was tonite’s victim. Ashley might have been attractive and there might have been dozens of strippers spread out in the crowd but Lisa was a different level of attractive. Even in her toned-down outfit, it was obvious that Lisa was a model. Her tight blue tank top revealed an impressive firm chest. Lisa barely bounced a bit in the cotton top. While her flared black skirt reached all the way to her knees it was clear that Lisa had toned sexy calves.

“Please step into the box.” Bazongaz said gesturing towards a coffin-sized crate standing upright that Ashley wheeled to the front of the stage.

Bazongas opened the three panels that made up the three chambers of the box. One chamber was waist-high the next stopped at the neck and the third was for Lisa’s head. Lisa stepped in and Bazongaz closed the panels behind her. Ashley and Bazongaz spun the box three times. Ashley retrieved four guillotine blades from the side of the stage.

Lisa faked screamed when Bazongaz put two blades through the box at the waist. He put a blade through the neck and Lisa was silent.

“Oh oh, that’s not a good sign.” Bazongaz said to a giggling crowd.

Ashley opened the three panels of the box. Lisa was separated by the blades. Lisa smiled as the cameraman took his position on the stage. It seemed odd to Lisa that one of the cameramen was Dillon the steroided up producer that had interviewed her for this gig and a previous modeling job. Lisa remembered the mixed emotions she felt when she was passed over for the previous gig. On the one hand, she was upset that she didn’t get the job after all a gig is a gig. On the other hand Lisa was kind of relieved not to be working with the intimidating Dillon. Lisa was about to find out she should have trusted that instinct.

Dillon was standing very close to her now trapped in the box. The vibe the pumped up predator was giving off izmit sınırsız escort made the hairs on Lisa’s neck stand up. Dillon was obviously filming her breasts in her tight blue top. Lisa realized that Dillon’s breathing could be heard through the house speakers. It was od for the camera man to be wired for sound at an event like that. Lisa could tell something was off.

“No offense Bazongaz, but this act you got going is kind of weak.” Dillon said.

“Ahhh, who asked you?” Bazongaz asked in his three stooges voice.

“Someone has to save the show, right audience?” Dillon asked the crowd.

The crowd was silent as they tried to understand what was happening. Lisa was confused at how off the rails the taping was going.

“”What do you suggest to save the show?” Bazongaz asked.

“This ought to liven up the crowd.” Dillon said handing the camera to Bazongaz.

Dillon walked around to the back of the box and reached around to the front. Lisa gasped as Dillon’s hands found the hem of her blue tank top. Slowly, Dillon lifted Lisa’s tank top over her torso. The crowd started cheering as her lean stomach came into view. Lisa started to squirm but her hands were pinned to her hips by the fake blades.

“Don’t you perves dare.” Lisa spat as the shirt reached the bottom of her D-cup breasts.

“Don’t what?” Bazongaz asked.

“Don’t this,” Dillon said pulling the blue shirt over Lisa’s lacy white bra.

Lisa’s dark red nipples were faintly visible under the stage lights. Lisa looked around helplessly as the crowd applauded her exposed bra.

“You fuckers, let me go.” Lisa growled.

“What? I can’t hear you over the honking.” Bazongaz said.

“What honking?” Lisa asked before she could think better of it.

Bazongaz reached out and grabbed Lisa’s right boob. A low pitched horn honking sound went through the house sound system. Bazongaz grabbed her other breast and a high pitched horn played. The audience laughed as Bazongaz went from breast to breast with different pitched horn honks.

Dillon reached around and squeezed Lisa’s right boob to “Shave and a Hair cut,” Bazongaz responded by two quick honks on the left breast “Two bits”

“Bad day to wear a bra that clasps in the front princess.” Dillon whispered in Lisa’s ear.

“For my next trick, I need to remember the magic words.” Bazongaz bellowed to the crowd.

“Try hocus pocus.” Dillon said.

“Hocus pocus,” Bazongaz said gesturing with his hands.

Nothing happened.

“Alakazam,” Bazongaz said.

Nothing.

“I got it. Bibbity boppity boobs.” Bazongaz said.

“Fuck it. Open sesame bitch.” Dillon said reaching around the box and grabbing the clasps of Lisa’s bra.

Lisa’s eyes went wide with shock as she felt the clasp give way. Bazongaz zoomed in on her chest as Dillon pulled her bra open. Lisa’s mouth hung open in horror as she realized that the whole room was seeing her bare chest.

Dillon’s hands found Lisa’s naked tits with two horn honks. Dillon began juggling her chest in his two hands and fast jazz trumpet tune broke out as though her bouncing breasts were making complicated musical sounds.

“You’re a pretty good magician for a cameraman.” Bazongaz said to Dillon.

“I hope you’re a pretty good camera operator. I’d hate to miss out on any of this footage.” Dillon replied.

“I actually have a trick or two left up my sleeve.” Bazongaz said reaching into his pocket again.

Bazongaz produced another pair of tiny white bikini panties from his pocket. Lisa looked in terror as she realized they were her panties. Somehow Bazongaz had stolen her panties right off her body without her noticing.

“I could try a new trick but I’m pretty sure the audience would like to see this trick again.” Bazongaz said.

“What trick?” Dillon asked.

“Lift.” Bazongaz said stretching his hand out.

Lisa screamed as the hem of her dress slowly started to rise. Her smooth creamy thighs came into view as the skirt lifted. Bazongaz hand started to shake in mock effort just before Lisa’s pussy was revealed to the crowd.

“Come on guys lets give Bazongaz some encouragement.” Dillon said to the audience.

The crowd started clapping and cheering. Bazongaz found new strength as the skirt started rising again. Lisa felt the air hit her bare pussy as the material of the dress bunched around her waist.

“OOOO a natural blond.” Bazongaz said.

Lisa screamed as the audience cheered her exposure.

“Best Magic show ever.” Dillon said.

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When Ben stepped out of the shower, he realised that in his rush, he had neglected to pick up a towel. He decided to make a bee-line for his bag, where he would be able to get one and then duck into the room on the other side of the house. The house was arranged thus: the porch led into the living room, which was flanked on either side with bedrooms. The bathroom had doors into both the living room, and the bedroom, where Irina lay, her cunt still aflame, her eyes damp with sadness.

As Ben opened the door, however, Will came into the living room from the porch with his 18-year old daughter, Sally-Anne. Both of them received the surprising view of Ben’s naked body. His penis was still detumescing from what had been a fierce erection, and so it looked a bit bigger than normal. Sally-Anne giggled, and inwardly gasped at Ben’s fit body and fine-looking manhood. Even more surprised was Ben, for though he had calculated that it was possible his friend Will would catch him scampering to get his towel, he hadn’t planned on the surprise guest of Will’s young daughter. Sally-Anne had become cuter, and more rounded and womanly kocaeli escort than last time he saw her.

“Same old Ben, always prancing around flashing his tiny willy about,” remarked Will, secretly jealous of Ben’s size, and totally oblivious, both to the fact that his girlfriend had taken that cock inside of her only minutes before, and to the fact that his daughter was at that moment imagining what it would feel like inside of her.

“Sorry dude,” said Ben, and without looking anyone in the face, grabbed his rucksack and leapt into the guest bedroom, shutting the door behind him. Once inside, he quickly dried his body and then pulled on a clean t-shirt and shorts. He listened to what was happening in the next room, hopeful that everyone would leave the building so he could quicky tug his way to a quick release, but he heard only one set of steps leave the living room. After a couple of minutes, he went back through the door into the living room where he found Sally-Anne sitting on the couch and smoking a tailor-made cigarette. Straight away she looked at him and held kocaeli rus escort his gaze steadily, but without giving away her thoughts.

“Sorry about that, how are you?” Ben said awkwardly, trying to combine an apology with a greeting.

“I’m good thanks,” replied Sally-Anne. “Dad called me yesterday to invite me out here for a few weeks. I had nothing better to do and I like the sunshine, so I’m here to tan myself and get away from my mum, without getting drafted as a slave to tend Dad’s plants.”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll give him plenty of help so you can escape to the outskirts of the village and work on your tan,” offered Ben, flirtatiously.

“My hero,” said Sally-Anne, and stuck her tongue out at him. It was a childish move, and was not overtly sexual, but for some reason it excited Ben no end. As her gaze went to the window and she took a drag on her cigarette, he could no longer resist glimpsing at her body. She was built much like Irina, though her skin was a pale-Anglo-Saxon pink rather than olive brown. Her thighs were izmit ucuz escort a little slimmer, but still meaty and beautifully curved. Getting in a second more perving before Sally-Anne turned back, Ben looked at her chest and saw that there was every possibility that Sally-Anne’s bosom was even more generous than Irina’s. His mouth almost watered at the prospect of spending the summer in this house.

“I better go find Will, then,” said Ben as he moved away from Sally-Anne, but he gave one little look back as he reached the porch, and found her looking straight into his eyes with a mysterious, contemplative look. Then he glanced through the crack in the door to the bedroom and saw Irina laying on the mattress, turned away from him, but with her back and the top of her buttock crevice on show. Ben gulped, looked back at Sally-Anne, felt sure she already knew his guilty secret, and then stepped through the porch, pulled himself together, and crossed the yard to the other building where the kitchen was, and where Will was waiting for him.

Sally-Anne’s poker-face fell as Ben left the room, and a flush came over her, similar to the one Irina had felt shortly before Ben had penetrated her. Both women spent the next few minutes imagining wild fuck sessions with Ben, while Ben tried to pull himself together mentally to face his friend, whose girlfriend Ben had been fucking only minutes before, and whose daughter he now wanted to fuck as well.

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