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Journey of a Pain Slut – A Little Ghosting

The Little Girl’s coming…She’s already here.

She slips through the casement; she’s smelling your fear…

I knew the house all too well. The electric gates, the double-garage, the stone cladding masking an unremarkable, yet essentially overgrown and ugly pretentiousness.

I knew the hallway, the turn of the wooden staircase, the landing that led to the bedrooms and his study. Not his anymore.

I knew where she would be sleeping. Alone now, in that huge bed. Perhaps she’d been watching the TV, or listening to the radio. Something to distract her from the empty silence of the house that was now just hers.

Her breathing is quiet. Her head still on the pillow. One arm stretched out to where He is not. Is she how I imagined her? Perhaps. Her hair has a faded loveliness, pale as the moonlight. Her lips, parted, remain full, soft, damp. Her neck long; lined with the years but not that of the middle-aged woman that she is. Her breasts, beneath her dark negligée, rising and falling, still possessed of a youthful firmness.

I imagine Him lying with her, his arms around her. I imagine Him making love to her. Thinking of me. His eyes shut, holding a picture of me. My open mouth, my dark hair, my slender body, my parting legs. And Him, on her, kissing her, pushing into her, lying to her.

I want to touch her. uydukent escort That’s why I have come. In the night, to touch her. To stroke her cheek. To part her hair with my fingers. To let her eyes open. To see me. To see what He wanted, what He took, what I let Him have. Her, all alone now. Her, in her big empty house. Her without Him. Him without me. I want her to know. To share me. I want her to see me; me, as I am. The me He made me.

I blow so gently into her nose, her gently-tilted nose that must have captivated him when he was at Medical School. Her sweet, girlish nose. I blow so gently it could be a breeze through the early-budding trees that sway in the darkness outside. She opens her mouth. Her tongue grazes her lips. Her eyes will stay closed, but she will see me now. I pass my hand, my wounded hand, through her face. She will see me now. I can imagine her eyes. Her bright blue eyes. Open beneath their shading lids. Wide open, staring at me. Staring at me as I arch my body over her. Staring at me. Her mouth open, her breathing faster. Staring at me.

And I stare back at her. I smile at her with my sweet soft lips, the lips He loved around Him. The lips He pushed open and entered. I smile at her and she looks at my dark, matted hair. She looks at the gash in my cheek, darkened by dried blood. At the whiteness of the bone beneath. zeytinburnu escort At the slow trickle of yellow and red-flecked drool. At the maggots as they crawl in and out.

She stares. Behind her hooded eyes her pupils widen. Her eyes are black.

I lean over her, I touch her cheek, her neck, the softness of her ear. I touch her breast. I feel her.

I watch as her hidden eyes look down my body. My ravaged chest; black gore and torn flesh that were once my sweet breasts. As sweet as hers. Sweeter. Kissed by Him.

My hands touch her body. My hands, my tortured hands: their broken bones and gouged nail holes that weep slowly to my finger-tips. My breath is on her. Filthy, stale, salty, watery breath. The disgusting breath of rotting fish and seaweed washed onto a stony shore. Foul, disgusting, unearthly breath. Utterly corrupted.

My body over hers. My silvery entrails falling, rotten and torn, from my belly. My opened belly, my torn, awful belly. Green and brown and stained and stinking. Entrails seeping blood that has long-ago lost its fight to suck in life-giving oxygen. Dark, dead, heavy, greasy mire. The crimson gash of the knife that opened me turned pale white. Barely flesh. The rip that was once my lovely agate jewel destroyed and open to the blade-scraped bone of my pelvis.

She shudders. She cannot stop herself şişli escort from staring. At my blackened, coral-torn legs, at my shattered feet. She cannot stop herself from staring.

I smile. I turn the side of my face to her that still hints at my past loveliness. I whisper into her ear. I want her to remember me. To remember every part of my ugly, destroyed body. To know what He did to me. She should know me. I shouldn’t be a series of texts on a phone so easily thrown across the room at Him. She should know me. What He did to me. She should always know. And now I know that she will.

I whisper into her ear.

I tell her my name. I tell her what He did. I tell her about the things He did to my young body. In the forest. In the cell beneath the City Hall. I tell her how we kissed and made love and how I lay between His legs in the foaming water and how he took me to the mountain and how He killed me. How He slowly killed me. I tell her how much I wanted it and how much He loved it. Every moment of it. And how He still thinks of me all the time.

He thinks of me all the time.

I whisper into her ear. I tell her my name. I tell her my name. The name I never told Him. I tell her to remember my name.

She opens her eyes. Suddenly. She is soaked in sweat. She is frightened.

She looks feverishly around.

But there is nothing. I am gone.

She tries to mouth something. She tries to speak. I can barely hear. She is whispering my name, Again and again and again.

She will never stop thinking of me.

I am her ghost. I will never leave her. I will never leave her…. Unless…

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I sat down on the park bench, the sun beat down, it was too hot. England August 2022. Far Far Far too hot.

“It’s hot,” an older woman said as I sat on the opposite end of the bench to her.

“Yes,” I agreed.

“Too hot, I don’t like it so hot, Eric my late husband wanted to live in Spain but I said it was too hot,” she informed me.

“Yes, hot,” I agreed.

“We used to live in Blackpool but it was too hot,” she said, “I don’t like it too hot.”

“Yes its hot,” I agreed, “With a cool sea breeze.”

“Not like here where its just hot,” she said.

“No breeze,” I agreed.

“It needs a breeze, its too hot,” she said.

“Well take your knickers off and let the air circulate around your cunt,” I suggested.

“What did you say?” she asked.

“I said turn your hearing aid on,” I replied.

“You said take your knickers off and let the air circulate around your cunt,” she replied.

“So why ask if you heard me?” I demanded.

“I couldn’t believe what I heard,” she replied.

“Tell you what why don’t I chuck you in the fountain and cool you down.” I suggested.

“My late husband tried to throw me in the Trevvy Fountain in Italy,” she said.

“Really?” I said disinterestedly.

“He hurt his back.” she said.

“Really?” I sighed

“Yes,” she replied, “Pulled a muscle, he was a lovely man, lovely muscles when we were married, he liked my cooking, that’s why he married me, I made sure he had a good tea every day so he didn’t go chasing other women.and he grew a great big pot belly by the time he had his heart attack.”

“Really?” I sighed, “I’ll make sure I don’t have tea round your house.”

“Clogged arteries, too much fatty food,” she said, “He loved fatty food.”

“I’m sorry, do I need to know this?” I asked.

“Big fat pot belly, he was so fat that on Saturday nights after Match of the Day I had to kneel down silivri escort so he could get it in me from behind, “ she said, “When he could get it up at all, which wasn’t often, he used to like that Helga on ‘Allo ‘Allo, when she wore a corset and suspenders, or was it Herr Flick, I never knew.”

“Do I really need to know this?” I asked.

“He used to look out of the window when we were doing it,” she continued “Oh look there’s the number 87 bus, ‘he would say, It was his idea of a joke, but I closed my eyes and imagined it was Tommy Granby, Mrs Arkwrights gardener that was fucking me.”

“Too much information,” I explained.

“Well you told me to drop my knickers and I didn’t ask you to ask me did I?” she replied.

“No, I suppose not,” I sighed.

“I don’t think it would help much anyway,” she said, “Even if I did I’d still be too hot.”

“Yes, but if you put your knickers on your head it would keep the sun off,” I suggested.

“Why this fascination with my knickers?” she asked.

“I’m not,” I explained. “Just a helpful suggestion on how you can stay cool.”.

“Do you want to fuck me?”she asked.

“Er, no.” I replied.

“Oh, there’s no need to be rude,” she replied, “I may be getting on a bit but I still know how to give a man a good time.”

“Shutting up for five minutes would be a good start,” I suggested.

“Eric my husband used to say that,” she said, “Mildred, that’s me Mildred, he said, ‘for heavens sake shut up and suck my willy.’ he always called his cock his willy, like a child, never his cock or penis or anything manly, always his willy.”

“That is truly fascinating,” I said.

“Horrible man,” she said, “He had high cholesterol so I always made sure he had a fried breakfast,”

“So why did you marry him?” I asked.

“Cause I was pregnant of course, and he had a job in Swallow bank,” she sighed, tuzla escort “Of course it wasn’t his, well probably not, I was seeing Tom Bradby and Mike Grimshaw, and Mike’s Dad, Alan from the corner shop, he slipped me twenty quid when I let him do me, that was a lot of money at the time, anyway me husband did me once when I got very drunk, and I mean I must have been very drunk to let him do me, and we did it in the back of his dad’s Hillman Minx and I left me knickers in the glove box and his mum found them.”

“You could write a book about it,” I sighed sarcastically.

“All the boys wanted to kiss me then, I was quite a catch,” she said, “Not like now, back then they fought over me, bare knuckles in the Red Lion car park, Tom Bradbury and Phil Thompson, Phil knocked Tom’s tooth out and got himself arrested and Tom went home and Mike Grimshaw took me home in his Mini Van and we stopped in Handley woods.”

“Really?” In sighed.

“There’s no room in a Mini van, he had his builders tools in the back,” she explained.

“No I suppose not,” I agreed.

“And it was raining,” she said, “So we ended up fucking in the church porch, that was before they put the security light in, you couldn’t do it now anyway they lock the outside door at six in summer and when it gets dark in winter.

“Fascinating,” I agreed.

“It all changed when our Elsie was born, she sucked me tits out of shape and me husband saw me as Elsie’s mum and stopped bothering me and started screwing that Gladys from the post office.” she continued, “I bloody hated her, Gladys not our Elsie, though I didn’t envy her having my Eric pawing her, but she was all dolled up when I was all mumsy.”

“Yes must have been hard.” I agreed.

“Only if I sucked it first, he was a right bugger to get going, not like Phil, tickle his balls and it shot up like a bike pump when there’s already air in the tyre.” üsküdar escort she reminisced.

“Whoosh, great,” I agreed.

“He was too eager, he used to shoot his stuff up my belly half the time because we couldn’t get it in me quick enough.” she sighed., “Do you have that problem.”

“Er no,” I replied.

“That’s good, nothing worse than getting all hot and its all over like a flash.” she said.

“I thought you didn’t like being hot,” I pointed out.

“Not hot hot, no not hot hot when its hot but hot when its hot and steamy and,” she thought a moment, “You know. hot and sweaty.”

“Really?” I agreed, “Like your cunt now you have turned yourself on?”

“Yes, I think I have,” she said, “Is anyone coming?” she looked round and raised herself up and pulled her pantyhose and knickers down but only as far as her skirt so no one could see, and then she kicked her shoes off and pulled them right down and put her shoes back on.

She stuffed the knickers and hose in her shopping bag, “That’s better,” she said, “I only live round the corner, do you want to come back to my place?”

“I’ll miss my bus,” I replied.

“They run on the hour, how’s about it?” she said.

“Ok, might as well,” I replied.

“Its sixty pounds for a half hour or a hundred for the hour, all night is two fifty and I throw in a fried breakfast.” she said, “No photographs or bondage.”

“Er, maybe next week,” I suggested.

“How about a discount? Twenty five? or a freebie?” she called as I stood to leave.

“Sorry,” I said, “Nice to meet you.”

“Twenty five pounds and I’ll cook you tea,” she offered.

“I don’t have a spare twenty five pounds and even if I did,” I explained.

“No, I’ll pay you.” she said, “I only have thirty pounds till next Pension day.”

“Sure, tea would be lovely,” I agreed.

It was good , better than good, as you can see on PornoTube because the bitch had hidden cameras everywhere in her damn flat and the whole thing was filmed and edited and sold as pay porn on the gold section, “Sixty year old hot slut with young guy.”

Hot Slut. Very funny.,

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Chapter 7

We went out of our room and to the staircase. As we walked down the staircase I had an idea.
The rooms of the hotel were in 4 buildings. All buildings were build the same way. The buildings were U-shaped. The rooms had balconies on the outer sides of the U und were entered through doors on the inner side of the U. When coming out of the room you first got onto a big balcony connecting all the rooms and there was one staircase on each long side of the U. The staircase was open towards the long sides and had walls towards the short side and the opening. So when you were on the staircase everybody on the balcony of the other long side could see you. We had our room on the second story and just as we had walked down the stairs to the second story I stopped Tina.
“Pull up your skirt to your waist.”
She did as I told her but kept looking to the balconies on the other side of the building. If somebody was to step onto any of the balconies (one on each story) he or she would now have a perfect view of her nice round ass and her very red face. I put my hand on her ass and gently massaged her right buttock.
“Do you like that, Tina?”
“Yes”
I let my hand move to her front. On the way I took my hand back until just my fingertips were gently brushing her soft brown skin. I took my time at her hipbone tickling her a bit, letting my touch grow so soft that she almost didn’t feel it anymore and then I moved my hand further towards her pussy, not yet touching it but instead letting my fingertips roam around on her pubic bone, going as low as her clit but not yet touching it.
“Do you want me to touch you there? Do you want me to make you orgasm here?”
“Yes”
I moved my fingers lower, putting my thumb against her clit and gently pressing her button while my index finger moved up and down against her pussy lips. I felt her hot oily juice run down the back of my hand. She was so wet that her juices were literally dripping out of her.
“Do you want my finger inside you?”
“Yes. Please hurry, I want it so bad.”
I pushed my index finger into her slit. I enjoyed the way the soft rippled skin on the inside pressed my finger, squeezing it and pulling it in at the same time. I pushed farther into her and pulled it back out until just the tip was in her and then I pulled out again. I did that 4 or five times and just as she started to shiver lightly I stopped and pulled out of her.
“Turn to the wall”
She turned so she was facing the wall and I made a step towards her. I was so close that she could feel my breath on the back of her neck as I put my well lubricated finger to her back entrance and slowly pushed it half an inch into her. She pushed back towards me and I had to pull back or she would have taken the whole finger in. Somebody was getting desperate to get fucked here.
“No, not yet. We’ll save that one for tonight.”
I said as I pulled my finger from her ass and took my dick out. I slapped her asscheek with my hard prick and whispered into her ear.
“But I like that you are getting into the mood for it.”
Then I pressed the head of my fuckstick to her pussy as I put my left hand on her ass to make sure she did not push back again to take it all the way in right away. Instead I just kept rubbing the head of my dick up and down between her pussy lips, never pushing into her pussy deep enough to actually enter her channel. She moaned slightly enjoying the feeling of having her cunt lips teased. She tried to push herself onto me but every time she pushed on me I just backed away, never letting her get more then some teasing out of me. And just when she was about to turn around and literally jump me I gently bit her neck, withdrew my penis completely and whispered.
“Look at that, my dick is covered with cuntjuice, clean mecidiyeköy escort it up.”
I grabbed her shoulder and turned her around to face me and then pressed on her shoulder for her to kneel down in front of me. She kneeled down on the open staircase, still holding the hem of her dress at waist level to keep her ass and cunt exposed as I held my dick in front of her face for her to lick. I enjoyed how she greedily leapt up her juices in the hope of getting me horny enough to take her back to our room and fuck her or fuck her right here; I don’t think she cared anymore. But instead I just enjoyed the feeling and let her do her work and when I decided I had enjoyed her tongue long enough I slapped her cheek with my dick, put it back into my pants, turned around and I did not even bother to look back at her kneeling there as I said.
“Get up, I’m hungry.”
And I just walked away towards the dining hall.

Chapter 8

We entered the dining hall, took some food from the buffet and set down. And as soon as we had sat down I told Tina to spread her legs a bit. Just far enough for her skirt to rise up a bit so that I could finger her pussy during lunch. Then I whispered to her
“We are going to eat our lunch and after the desert we’ll go to the public restroom next to the pool. We are going to wait until the restroom is empty and then we’ll go in. You’ll take of your dress, kneel down in the middle of the room and suck my dick. You may masturbate while you service me and you may cum as soon as you have my load in your mouth.”
“But what if somebody enters while I…” She asked and turned red
“Well, you’ll either have to be fast or somebody will enjoy a damn hot show.”
We ate in silence and I put my hand between her legs every now and then to keep her as near orgasm as possible. When we had eaten all but our desert, a little bowl of strawberries, I turned to her, took one of the strawberries from the bowl and rubbed it up and down between her wet cuntlips. Then I offered it to her
“And before I forget it, I want your desert to be erotically flavored. I want every strawberry you eat to be covered in pussy juice”
She ate the strawberry I offered her out of my hand and I felt my dick twitch as I saw that. Then she picked the next strawberry from the bowl and slowly moved her hand under the table and between her legs turning as red as the fruit as she did so. When her hand reappeared the strawberry was glistening, covered in a thin film of the oily juice. She took it into her mouth and quickly bit it a couple of times and then swallowed it.
“No, Tina. I want you to savor the taste of your pussy. Take your time with each fruit or I’ll simply fetch another bowl. I want you to slowly lick your juice of the tip of the fruit like you were sucking cum from the tip of my dick.”
As she moved the next fruit between her legs I leaned over to her and gently kissed the side of her neck and put my hand on her thigh close to her crotch. Then I kissed slowly upward until I reached the sensitive spot under her earlobe, just behind her jaw. Being that close to her ear I whispered in a low and seductive voice
“Watching you eat pussy flavored fruits makes me so horny; I can’t wait to give you my flavor.”
And after she had taken the strawberry from her cunt I moved my hand under her skirt and rubbed her pussy lips while she ate. We continued doing that until the bowl was empty. When she was not rubbing the strawberries between her lips I was rubbing her with my hand and all the time I kept kissing her neck and her ear. A couple of times I even put my tongue a bit into her ear. Towards the end of the bowl I even started to push a finger into her cunt which was dripping by now. When she was finished with her desert pendik escort and stood up she had a wet spot on her dress where the cuntjuice had leaked onto the cloth.
We went straight to the restroom and I told her to wait outside while I checked if it was empty
“And if somebody should ask you why you are standing outside of the men’s room, tell him the truth; that you intend to suck your boyfriend of in there and are waiting for him to check the room”
And when I had confirmed that the room was empty and came out again, she was standing there, dark red, and next to her was a guy with a rather puzzled expression on his face.
“Is it true?”
He asked me and I replied
“Yes” and looking at Tina I added “You can watch if you want.”
Tina looked at my puzzled and dumbfolded but I just motioned for her to go in and as she passed the guy and I saw his eyes go down to her ass and follow the hypnotic movement of Tina’s perfect round rear I said
“Undress and kneel on the ground. Spread your knees about two feet apart and you can start playing with your pussy now if you want to”
I saw the way the guy bend his neck to get a look of Tina undressing and turning to her I saw how she pulled her dress up over her head and put it on the floor as a soft patch for her knees.
“Last chance to come in”
Without answering me he entered as if in a hypnotic trance.
“Lean on the door so nobody can open it and surprise us. You can jerk of if you want to.”
I told him as I turned to Tina and opened my fly. She was looking at me in a strange way. She was embarrassed but at the same time to horny to think straight and since I had ordered her not to cum until I had filled her mouth she knew she had no choice so she just looked at my greedily wanting nothing more than my cum in her mouth and not caring all that much about the surrounding at the moment. She took my dick deep down immediately. This was not about making it pleasant for me; this was just about making it quick. She grabbed my right hand with her left and put it on the back of her head to signal me that she wanted me to take control, knowing that I had always wanted to give her a rough blowjob. Then she put her left hand on her ass, gently stroking her buttock both to make me hot and to indicate that she would not use the hand to stop me from anything I wanted to do. All the time her right hand was moving on her cunt. She used her palm to stimulate her clit while she pushed her middle finger into her cunt. The soft ducking noises from her pussy where soon drowned out by the sound of light choking as I pushed my dick into her throat. Every time I pushed into her, her throat muscles, following natural reflexes, tried to swallow what was in her throat and thus pulled on my dick and message it. After forcing my dick into her throat a couple of times I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth of my prick. Her saliva was dripping of it as I pushed her face lower towards my balls.
“Lick my balls!”
She started licking, then took one of my balls into her mouth and sucked on it as her tongue kept licking inside her mouth. I held her had in place with my left hand as I jerked off with my right. I pulled her mouth away
“Lick the underside of my sack!”
And I pushed her face further down. She turned her head upwards as I spread my legs a bit and pushed her head between them. I felt her lips as she first kissed and then wildly licked the underside of my nutsack. Her wet tongue on the soft skin felt like heaven but I was in the mood for some throat again so I pulled her head up and put my dick to her lips. She immediately opened her mouth and started sucking and licking again and soon I was fucking her face like in the beginning. We made the change a couple of times. She went back sancaktepe escort and forth between my nuts and my dick as her saliva was running out of her mouth and down her chin. Her hand moved faster and faster on her pussy. She was getting closer and closer but could not cum before I did but I was close and the next time I felt my dick enter her throat I felt the tingling in my balls and announced to her that I was about to cum. Her only reaction was to work her twat even faster and harder. I looked down and saw her big C cups swaying back and forth as her body followed the movement of her head back and forth on my dick and I lost all control. I managed to pull my dick a bit out of her throat so she would not choke on my cream and started blasting load after load of sperm into her waiting hungry mouth. At first it went all right but after the second or third rope I shot she started orgasming and it was a strong one. The scream she tried to let go was muffled by my dick and the cream in her mouth but as she opened her mouth to scream it started running out and with every new rope I shot her mouth overflowed and the thick white liquid ran out of her mouth and down her chin and onto her breasts. I went on like that for a long time and when my orgasm finally ended I stepped back and looked at her…
Her hair was a mess. She had sweat like crazy because of her finger work and the hair stuck to her face and neck. The brown skin of her chin and tits was covered in white sperm which looked extremely erotic and one big glob of it had formed on her left nipple. A thick line of cream had run down her breast and onto the dark brown, almost black, areola and then it had began to drop from her erect nipple but the drop had not been big enough so it just stayed there and now rocked back and forth to the rhythm of her breathing as her chest rose and fell with the deep breaths she was taking. She still had her legs spread and her hand was still moving on her cunt although much slower now and not with the intention to get her off again but just so she could enjoy the aftereffects of her orgasm longer. She was looking up at me and removed her left hand from her ass to wipe up the cum from her chin and let it drop into her mouth from her fingers. She swallowed it still looking at me and then wanted to scoop up the drop from her tit.
“No, just put your dress back on. I want the stains to show as we go home.”
That sentence triggered two things, an afterorgasmic shiver from her and this sentence from the guy who I had invited to watch
“Before she puts on anything it’s my turn.”
I looked at him and for the first time realized that he was a rather big fellow. About one or two inches bigger than me and a bit broader in the shoulders.
“It’s not. You’re audience and nothing more.”
He strode towards me and grabbed me by the collar of my shirt…
Tina and I left the bathroom about one minute later. If he was smart he would not leave for the next couple of minutes because I had told him that it would be unpleasant if I saw him coming out and following us. Some people are so stupid. In every martial arts class one of the first things you learn is how to deal with somebody grabbing your collar. Everybody who has done martial arts for 6 hours can take you down if you do something that stupid. If you are dealing with somebody like me who has done that for over 6 years + 2 years in the army spec ops…But I was in a good mood so I did nothing that would not heal over the next couple of weeks. But still, beating people up like that in a foreign country is risky. You never know how the police is going to react to you so I decided that the public shows of affection would go on hold until the holiday was over.
After that little episode we went to the dining hall once more to get some more strawberries and then straight to our room. Maybe public sex was over but I had still a couple of things I wanted to do and the next item on my list was some hot photos and some even hotter videos. It was still a great day to be me.

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Considering the situation, my morning had been quite uneventful so far. Carrying a few wooden planks around, hammering some nails, putting bricks over mortar. I’ve crossed with Matt already, naturally, but didn’t have the privacy I wanted to press on the issue at hand, so we both greeted each other and went on about our days. I kept myself on watch, however, for the inevitable event where Matt would excuse himself off work to smoke a cig leaning on a post light in the corner down the street.

Yet it was him who came to me. “Psst, I’m gonna smoke a bit, wanna come with me?”

“I… yeah, sure,” I said, and followed suit. I was walking beside and slightly behind him. I could catch his ever so subtle grin as he shuffled his pockets looking for his lighter as we walked down the street. The sun reflected on his shaved, white head and shined in the little droplets of sweat dripping off his ginger beard.

“You keep looking strange at me,” he started as he put his back on the post light and put a cigarette in his lips. “I need you to stop doing that. It’s not like you.”

“Well, I can’t help it, Matt, you know you-”

“Yes, the tape. I stole it.”

I crossed my arms and leaned towards him. “Damn right you did.”

“Your shorts too, if you haven’t noticed.”

“Sigh. I looked for them yesterday. Anyway, dude, why?”

Matt shrugged. “Just for kicks, I suppose. Also, I knew that gay movie we watched wasn’t what you have rented, and I was curious about the real thing.”

I covered my mouth with my hand. “You mean, that gay… Dominic? Did he actually-”

“William P. Hendershot, chill, man!” Matt said as he grabbed my arms and squeezed them tight against my body. “You’re so tense, you look tense. Dominic didn’t say anything, but you do remember I’m a regular there, right?”

“Hmm.”

“The place doesn’t even have any porn tapes on regular display. And all the others in the back room are non-vanilla. The movie you played last night was too plain to belong to that store.”

I covered my face with one hand. Indeed, after he mentioned that, I couldn’t remember finding any conventional porn tapes. Everything was tied to a fetish.

“Mrmmg-” I started murmuring something but was again interrupted by Matt, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away from my face.

“Dude, relax. It’s all cool.”

I took a deep breath, and didn’t answer anything, nor could I look into his eyes either. Matt kept holding my wrist while he finished smoking.

Two construction workers, facing each other, close together, talking intimately during the day, one, petite and chunky leaning against a post light while the other, taller, with darker skin and a leaner and more muscular build, looking comfortless to the man in front of him.

“So what now?” I finally asked, after recollecting my thoughts.

“What what?” He asked back, puzzled.

“You mean… you saw what I rented. You saw what I like.”

Matt smiled at me. “Will, how could you not get that until now? I’m cool with it. In fact, I can say you have some good taste.”

“I, uh, well. I… don’t know what to say.” I waited a few more seconds, and then asked, “and what about my shorts?”

“Jerked off to ’em,” Matt answered. “Obviously.”

“Uh. Oh. Can I have it back?”

Matt waited to answer that one. He gave a last, long whiff at his cigarette and then threw the stub on the street. “Sure thing.”

“Good.” I breathed in heavily, then out slowly. “Really good.”

“Come on, let’s get back to work,” he said tapping me in the shoulder.

“We haven’t finished talking.”

“I know, there’s much I want to ask, but not here.” He said and winked at me. “Later.”

Matt being Matt, I knew something was up. I knew him for years, though, and never had a reason not to trust him, so I let it slide. I just nodded back at him and we walked back to work.

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“Hey, William!” My boss, Mr. Templeton, screamed from the other side of the construction site. “Come here for a sec.”

I wasn’t used to talking with him often. Aside from greetings, goodbyes and “here’s your money”, I suppose I never gave him any trouble, so he just let me be. From my point of view, he wasn’t much into small talk either.

“Listen here,” he started after a handshake. “One of our suppliers hasn’t delivered some plumbing materials. They were supposed to deliver them last week, and we’re behind schedule. I need you to go fetch them. Are you capable of some stern talking?”

I scratched my head. “I suppose.”

“Good,” he said, grabbing my biceps and pinching it. “You look strong, I just need you to go, grab the stuff and complain to them, something of that sort. You can use the company’s truck. Can I count on you, then?”

“Yes, boss, it’s on me,” I answered, still surprised at the sudden request.

“Good. It’s outside the city, so it might take a while. Have Mattison accompany you to help you load the stuff into the truck, and come back when you’re done, okay?”

“Alright, boss. We’ll be right back.”

“Good,” he said, again. “Go to the truck, I’ll go find Mattison.”

So the other thing about Matt is that it is difficult to understand what he’s thinking of and what his machinations are. At that point it was very clear to me that this task was Matt’s doing, but I was yet to understand how he pulled that off, and why.

It wasn’t of Mr. Templeton to “go find someone” either. I didn’t hear him shouting for Matt, so it meant he really went out of his way to talk with him. I have no memory of them talking and/or behaving outside of the ordinary either.

Matt was, I had to admit, full of tricks.

I waited for him on the driver’s seat and not long after he came around and got in, with a piece of paper in his hand. “It’s the supplier’s address. Shall we go, then?”

My answer was turning the engine on, pumping some gas, shifting gears and getting on the road. “Just how?”

“Me and Howard have a deal,” Matt said. “No biggie, don’t worry about it.”

“Fine. I have my own shit to think about, anyway.”

We talked about various things for a while. In reality, I was still reluctant to bring the obvious subject up, so I was buying my time until I was more comfortable with the idea. Matt appeared to have understood that, so he didn’t say a thing about it either.

When I was ready to make a turn for the freeway, Matt intervened. “Not right now, Will. Boss didn’t say the time we should be back, let’s slack a little. Drive around town for a while.”

“I- … actually, I’m not really that curious.”

“It’s not even that weird,” Matt answered. “I wanted something from him, and he demanded something back. Simple as that.”

“But Matt, why-” I closed my mouth, looked out at the street, then continued. “Let’s get back to what we were talking this morning.”

“Right, I was only waiting for you.” He reached for his backpack sitting between his legs, pulled the shorts I used yesterday and threw them in my belly. “Came in them two times, one after maltepe escort I got home last night, and then again this morning. You smell fucking delicious, Will, and I couldn’t get enough of it.”

I blushed at his words. The shorts were hanging in my thigh, so I grabbed it, tugged it whole in my hand and brought it to my nose. It smelled funky, which made my cock tent up. “You know, I’m still angry at you for stealing it, your dedications make up for it.”

“I know,” he answered. “I’ll get around to it. So let’s talk details. Have you done it already with a dog, Will?”

“No,” I answered, putting the shorts down between my thighs and gently stroking my cock under my pants. “Kind of. It’s complicated.”

“Well? We have plenty of time, no?”

“I just let Baxter rim me and then I let him mount me.”

“Oh. Baxter’s fairly big, and your asshole was quite tight last night. How was it for you?”

“That’s the thing, it didn’t get in. I rented that tape to get some better ideas on how to get it done. You know, to have my dog fuck me in the ass.”

“Right,” Matt said, combing his beard with his fingers. “And how that came to be? Did Baxter just start sniffing your ass out of the blue and you let him have his way with you?”

I laughed. “That’s the gist of it, yes.”

“And you accepted that, that easily?”

“Well… it felt good. I also never had any repulsive thoughts about people fucking with animals, and since I also grew up in a ranch, sometimes hearing similar stories…”

“Got it, got it.”

“And how about you? Are you also into dogs?”

“Not really,” he answered, and reached for my shoulder. “But relax, I don’t mind it. I get horny by letting other people fulfill their fetishes, you know? And I happen to have experience with men and dogs, too,” he said softly, and grinning.

Seeing that made my cock throb. It was getting painful not to freely stroke it. “So?”

“So you want to be fucked by dogs, right? And Baxter is a big stud. You will need a pal to be with you, to help you,” he said, then put his hand over my thigh and lightly caressed it. “I can be your pal.”

I grabbed his hand and moved over to between my legs, letting the back of his pinky touch my aching balls over my pants. “If only I knew you like that. I’ll gladly accept the help.”

“I suppose Annemarie will be quite the problem, though, she doesn’t leave your house,” he answered as he stroked the inside of my thigh.

“Right. Perhaps I can talk to her, make some shit up so she spends less time at home, or-”

“I was getting on that, Will. For now, just come to my house every now and then with Baxter. It’ll be like the old times, before you spend all your nights with her, so it won’t be suspicious at all.”

I pondered. “That can work. I still need to sleep at home, though. Ann’s needy, and she has a damn fine pussy.”

Matt laughed. “Sure she has. Anyway, while you took my cock with relative ease, I think we need to stretch you a bit before you can take Baxter’s, and his knot in particular. You can leave that to me,” he continued.

I grabbed his hand, squeezed it tight and we interlaced our fingers. “It’s a deal, then.”

“Good. Now let’s get to your house while the sun’s still up. I want to see how you and Baxter play together.”

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Baxter wasn’t really used to see me before night, so he welcomed both me and Matt with effusive jumps, whips of his tail and barks. When Matt leaned down to pet him, he immediately lied down and exposed his belly for him.

After kneeling on the ground and giving Baxter a vigorous scratch, Matt got up, took his shirt off and tossed aside. “It’s really good he’s in the right mood, it’ll make things easier.”

“I tried to taunt him last night before you came, when I was watching the dog porn, and he wasn’t interested, you know.”

“I’ll see about that,” he answered, confidently. “How about you wear that shorts and nothing else for now?”

I undressed myself in the middle of the living room. I watched Matt’s eyes fill with lust as I freed my cock from my briefs. My body glistened from all the worked up sweat. I stood there, naked in front of him, with Baxter wagging his tail and making circles around us, then slowly put the shorts in. It had a strong, funky smell of both Baxter and Matt’s cum.

“Kneel on the sofa for a bit,” Matt ordered.

I did as requested, opening my legs and raising my round and firm but to them. “Like this?”

Matt came to me, grabbed me by the thighs and buried his face between my ass cheeks. He breathed in, slapped my right ass cheek and said, “heavenly. Must taste great, too.”

“But it’s not for you,” I said. “Not today.”

“Not today, indeed,” he said, laughing. “I envy Baxter. Dog has such a fine ass just for himself today. If he ends up not being interested, I’ll take it, though.”

“That’s not what I hired you for,” I said. We both laughed.

“Damn right,” he answered. He also got himself naked. Baxter was by his side, waiting for him to pet his head. “Kneel on the ground, Will, and lie your chest on the sofa.”

And so I did. I lowered my shorts, too, and so my asshole was completely exposed to Baxter, though still properly guarded by the hair in my hairy bottom. Matt crossed one leg over me and sat in my back, his ass cheeks pressing my chest against my sofa. I felt the coarseness of his hairy balls scratching my back as he stroked his cock and admired my bottom from above.

He ran a finger on my ass crack and raised it to his face to smell it, then whistled and called for Baxter’s name. “Here, bud, smell this.” Matt purposefully raised his finger high so Baxter had to get up on me to be able to sniff it. I felt his hairy knot close to my ass and really wanted to stroke my cock, but was unable to at my position.

Matt, on the other hand, was stroking his while he let Baxter smell his finger as much as he wanted. I heard licking, and deduced Baxter had decided to have a taste. I couldn’t see much either with the back of my eye, I could only discern Matt’s back and his arm moving with the rhythm of his strokes.

It was only when I heard Matt moan and felt Baxter’s fur on my back and I realized that he had let Baxter lick his cock. I was exploding in jealousy as Matt wiggled his hip and I felt Baxter’s tongue in my back, presumably from licking his balls. “Oh boy, aren’t you a good licker!” He exclaimed.

“Now, now,” Matt said. “Seems like I got him hooked. Dogs sometimes take a while to warm up, though.”

“Aren’t you taking too much advantage of the situation? Throw me a bone,” I begged, rocking my hip back and forth, grazing my cock against the fabric of the sofa.

“I’m on it,” he answered. “Here, Baxter,” he continued as he slapped my ass cheeks. “This is where the smell comes from.” He slapped a few more times, but I didn’t feel Baxter moving away from my back. “Baxter, no, not here, here. Baxter, ugh-”

Matt then moved his body forward towards my bottom, manavgat escort his balls now dangling right above my ass crack. With no more space in my back, Baxter had to get down. Matt then leaned down and I knew right up what he was doing: Baxter was laser focused on his dick and balls, so he held them right above my ass to convince the dog to explore further.

And it worked. Baxter first sniffed his balls but quickly caught on the trail that led down to my asshole. Feeling his tongue in my ass crack made me quiver in pleasure while Matt held my ass cheeks apart.

Baxter licked everything, from the top of my ass, where Matt’s balls were hanging on top of, down to my balls and the tip of my cock, which was dripping precum on the floor.

“Do you intend on having him fuck me today?” I asked.

“Probably not. I already told you, he’s too big. I’m letting him catch your scent so he builds an understanding of what you want from him.”

“Oh,” I said. “So what, then?” I asked while moaning. Baxter went back up to my ass and was so focused on licking my asshole that he was almost tongue-fucking me.

“You’ll suck him off, of course,” Matt answered. He got up, gave Baxter a few taps on his body and then added, “get on all fours, now.”

Once I had better freedom of movement I immediately grabbed my cock to stroke it. I heard and felt Baxter’s breathing get more intense as he kept sniffing and licking my asshole. Meanwhile, Matt sat in front of me, pulled my head up and shoved his cock in my mouth. His cock smelled and tasted of dry cum and piss. I was expecting to taste Baxter’s saliva, too, but couldn’t identify anything new. So a dog’s saliva does taste like human’s, which isn’t much, if anything at all. After cleaning the whole head under the hood with my tongue, he pulled it out and asked, “how’s the taste?”

“Tastes like piss.”

“And do you like it?”

“Hmm-hmm,” I murmured, while sniffing his crotch and balls.

“Good to know,” he answered, then he turned around and leaned on the couch, exposing his hairy ass with a pink and puckered asshole to me. “Care to give my ass some attention, then?”

Matt usually wasn’t that bossy with me, but I was really digging that new dynamic between us. I stuck my tongue out like a dog’s and waited for Matt to grab his own ass cheeks and pull them apart. His hands were instead focused on stroking his cock and pinching his nipple, so I licked his perineum and slowly made my way down, towards his taint. Matt squirmed and moaned while Baxter panted profusedly while sniffing and licking all my private parts.

All was going fine until Baxter started making rounds around me. You know when a dog makes circles around a bitch on heat? Yeah, I knew what was up. Matt knew it too. He sat upright, with his cock resting on my face, and caressed my head as he watched Baxter dance around my ass, sniffing it, licking it.

“Let’s give this good boy what he wants. Hand your shorts over to me, get on all fours and spread your legs.”

Baxter tried to mount me as I tried to get up on my feet. He seemed very confused as to why I was changing positions, so he stuck his muzzle between my legs with my balls blocking his eyesight, trying to lick my asshole as best – and as awkwardly – as he could, which made me taking the shorts off just a bit clumsy.

After I took it off and handed it over to Matt, he grabbed it, smelled it again, specifically the fabric right on top of my cock, then petted Baxter’s head and held him by the neck. “Go on.”

My heart was racing. I turned my back to them, lowered my ass to level with Baxter’s head and slapped its cheeks with both my hands. “Oh my,” Matt said as the impact rippled underneath the hairy skin. The clapping sound also triggered Baxter, who tried to free himself from Matt’s grip to get what he wanted, and what we were taunting him with: myself. “Hurry up, Will, he’s getting impatient.”

I got on all fours, then lowered my shoulders and pulled my legs apart. “Should we try to get it in?”

“I’ll see about that,” Matt said as he freed Baxter. He immediately jumped towards my hip, his hairy sheath being hugged by my ass, and started rocking his body back and forth. Matt sat on the ground behind us and took a look underneath. “Depends on how big he is. Let’s get a feel of his cock first.”

“I-I already done that,” I said. Baxter’s pounds were heavy, and they were frequently interrupting my words. As I continued, I felt the moist tip of his cock slithering out of its sheath. “The first night, I l-l-let him grop-grope me, and it was b – damn, he’s-he’s rough!”

It seemed Matt did not listen. As I was explaining, I felt his hand in between me and Baxter, gently guiding the dog’s cock out of my ass’s way after getting a feeling of its size. Compared to Matt’s, Baxter’s cock had more girth closer to the knot, and it was lengthier too. I had no doubt I was able to take it, my only concern was the knot. I knew how dogs behaved after they cum, and I wasn’t keen on having Baxter try and pull out before I was ready.

Turned out, Matt was a great handler. Baxter’s cock was just short of the knot and it was nowhere near risking getting in – as much as I wanted, to be honest – and was happily sliding up and down over my ass crack. His precum, I assumed, was trickling down my balls and would drip on the ground if it weren’t for Matt’s tongue, licking them clean.

Made me think whether Matt was honest about not liking fucking animals. It was Baxter’s precum, after all.

It took a bit before both me and Matt were able to feel the knot growing in size, still in its sheath. I was jerking myself off while Matt gently licked my balls when I felt it coming, so Matt swiftly got to his knees and held Baxter’s hip really tight. “Easy there, boy, it’s not the time yet.”

“What now?” I asked.

“He’s about to cum.”

“That I know,” I answered, laughing nervously. “Let him continue, it feels really, really good.”

“Not over your ass, that’s for sure. Get up and go to the bedroom, lie and your bed and wait for me, I’ll hold Baxter.”

I was flustered, I can’t deny, but Matt was handling the scene, so I obeyed. I lied belly up, held my cock to the side without stroking it and caressed my shiny, sweaty body. I stuck my nose on my armpit and took a few whiffs as well, enjoying myself in the scent of my own funk.

Shortly after, Matt came in with Baxter between his legs, firmly holding him by the neck. “You’re going to suck him off until he cums.”

Damn that made my cock tingle. Once Matt let go of Baxter, he quickly jumped to bed and went to search for my ass. He ended up stucking his muzzle underneath my balls to sniff and lick it while Matt came to the other side of the bed and pulled him aside. He tried to force Baxter to lie down and then to turn it belly up, but Baxter wasn’t playing ball. “A little help here, please?”

Matt grabbed Baxter’s hips while I held his shoulders, with my cock in front of his face. “Come on, Baxter, you’ll like this,” I chanted. He licked my cock as I petted marmaris escort his neck and shoulders, and slowly but surely Baxter gave in and let us guide him.

Turning him around was easier, but having him stay there was another challenge. Matt grabbed Baxter’s sheath and pumped it a few times, which seemed to have calmed him down. “You know what to do now,” Matt said, looking up to me.

We slowly switched positions, Matt holding Baxter’s upper body while I inched closer and closer to his cock. “Go gentle,” Matt said. “Plenty of sucking and licking, but mind your teeth.”

“You don’t really have to lecture me on that, Matt,” I said. We both laughed.

And so I grabbed his sheath and licked the tip of his cock.

I wonder if it’s because it’s sheathed, but a dog’s cock doesn’t really tastes like a man’s. A well cleaned cock tastes pretty much like licking skin, aside from the salty and slightly viscous precum. Baxter’s precum felt more liquid in comparison, just as salty but also slightly bitter as well. Actually, it tasted a bit bitter all throughout his shaft. And it tasted amazing.

The smell was a novelty, too. Those who are accustomed with dogs know they smell differently than humans, of course, but his crotch had such a funky and particular scent to it that this alone would be enough for me to cum in other occasions. A dog’s cock is usually well cleaned, so it didn’t smell at all like piss.

Now, the touch. Baxter’s cock, bright red with distinguished blood vessels felt really soft to the tongue, but amazingly firm when hugged by my lips. It felt really easy to slide it in and out of my mouth, and playing with it was such an experience: I often deep throated myself as much as possible while I spiralled my tongue around the tapered last half of his cock.

His knot was still sheathed, unfortunately. I was really curious to wrap my tongue around it, but its time would surely come.

I was so enthralled by sucking Baxter’s cock – who was now laying happily still – that I almost didn’t realize Matt had started sucking my cock, slowly and softly, and finger fucked my ass. “How is it?” He asked.

“Amazing, needless to say,” I answered before filling my mouth again.

“Watch out for his cum. Dogs usually cum more than men do, and I want you to drink all of it,” he warned me as he sucked his middle finger and slid it inside my ass. “Lie on your belly, I want your ass now.”

Lying flat while sucking a cock – a dog or a human’s – is somewhat difficult, so I stood on all fours and lowered my bottom to Matt while I kept on sucking Baxter. He spread my ass cheeks apart and swiftly slithered his tongue inside my asshole. “Curse you, Baxter, it tastes plain now!” He shouted, laughing, then put his cock in.

While Matt shuffled to find the best spot to make me moan as he fucked me, I fondled Baxter’s balls as I kept sucking him off. Bigger than the both of us, yet still smooth for such a hairy dog, they begged for some due attention. As I let go of his cock to go for his balls, I tried to jerk him off on his exposed shaft but Baxter complained with a soft bark, presumably by the friction of the coarse skin in my hands due to work. No matter, I kept stroking his sheath while I swallowed one of his balls whole, which was big enough to not give my tongue much space to move around.

I moaned softly as Matt kept grazing his cock against my prostate until I felt Baxter’s balls pulsate and his knot started sliding out to all of its glory. As soon as I let go of his ball, Matt grabbed my head with both my hands and forced me to take the dog’s cock in my mouth once again. Then I felt his cum flooding my mouth. It tasted much like his precum, only a bit stronger. And Matt was right, it was so. fucking. much.

I couldn’t hold myself any longer, so without even touching my own cock, I started cumming over the bed too. A strong spurt for every of Baxter’s own. I quivered and moaned loudly, and clenched my asshole tight around Matt’s cock.

He, too, started cumming inside me right away after that. I felt his cock pulsate as it pumped his delicious cum inside me. Matt didn’t pull out, he wanted to seed me until he was all dry. Instead of moaning, his orgasm was followed by something that remembered much of a howl, as fitting and as curious and funny as it sounds.

It took us a while to stop orgasming and collect ourselves. I let Baxter’s cock slide out of my mouth, trying to trap as much of his cum in as possible. His cock hit his belly with a distinct thump. I feasted on the taste of his cum as I looked down at his daunting knot, so I swallowed all of it and went down to lick the huge closer to the sheath. Baxter, too, went to lick his own cock clean, so we shared the effort together, tongues touching often.

My cock was still dangling half hard, with a string of cum slowly dripping and wetting my bed. As Matt took his limp cock out of me, I clenched my butt tight to keep his cum trapped in. “Let him have it,” Matt said after he was all out. “My cum, let him lick your ass clean.”

It sounded fun. I turned around to have my ass closer to Baxter’s head. Matt had to give it a few slaps before he stopped cleaning his cock and went for my ass. As soon as I felt the muzzle digging between the ass cheeks, I let the cum flow out for Baxter to feast on. Matt went below me and sucked my cock until it went completely limp as his cum slowly flowed out of me and towards Baxter’s mouth.

After all was done, Baxter hopped off the bed to sleep in his usual spot while I fell on top of Matt, completely tired out and gasping for air. We stood there, hugging each other in an awkward post-sex 69.

“So, how was it?” Asked Matt after a few minutes.

“Exhilarating. I’m looking forward for the next days on your place.”

“I’m really glad you enjoyed it. Makes you feel stupid, right? For not trusting me earlier?”

“Right… I suppose you’ll always remind me of that, now.”

“Just today,” he said, kissing my thigh. “Promise.”

I changed positions and let him cuddle in my arms. He looked up and we long kissed each other. “It sucks, still need to get back to work,” he said right after. “Come on, let’s go. No need to shower ourselves, it’s just work, who cares if we stink.”

“Of sex.”

Matt shrugged. “Same thing, same thing.”

“Both of us.”

He winked at me. “No one will notice at thing.”

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“It’s not like you to change the bed sheets. What’s gotten to you now?” Ann asked as she crawled up the bed and under the bed sheet. She hugged my arm and coiled herself to my side, so I hugged her and rested my hand on her buttock.

“Well, I caught Baxter sleeping on the bed when I came back from work today, so I changed them.” She rested her head on my belly and played with its fuzzy hair with her fingers, gently caressing my body with her thumb and slowly sliding her hand inside my boxers. “By the way,” she continued, “you really need to look after Baxter. He was getting all frisky around me when you were taking your shower. He even tried to mount my leg!”

I hugged her tight against my chest, kissed her forehead, placed my hand above hers and guided it to take care of my hard on. “Yeah, I’m aware of it. I’m taking care of it, don’t worry.”

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The Ghost-Boy Chronicles

“Hello. My name is Tucker Foley, and welcome to my Blog.” Tucker types in those words onto his computer, proud of himself for starting off his own Blog. Then his face changes to concern, as he wonders exactly what he’s gonna write about. “Aw, man. My mind’s a blank now. Good going Foley. Start a Blog about yourself to get the girls interested, then don’t have anything to write about.” He drops his head on the Keyboard, looking like he just failed. But a moment later, he raises it with a smile on his face. “Wait, I could write about my life! Oh, who am I kidding? My life sucks! Well, I could give out tips on how to repair & operate electronics…” Tucker thinks about that idea, then gets an image in his mind of him being bullied and pounded by Dash and the rest of the Football Team. “No…way! But I gotta think of something that will get the girls attention…and that’ll get me laid.” He looks around his room, seeing mostly electronics, his bed, an old poster of Ember on the wall, and his nightstand. On the nightstand sits a picture of him, Sam & Danny at a Fenton Family get together. Another idea pops into his head. He turns back to his computer and deletes the title ‘Foley’s Blog’, and replaces it with title ‘The Ghost-Boy Chronicles.’

“Why didn’t I think of this before? I’ll just put Danny’s adventures on my Blog, say that I’m his sidekick, the girls will flock, and I’ll get all of the booty that I can handle.” He starts to type his introduction on the Main Page. “Welcome to the Ghost-Boy Chronicles. I’m The Ghost-Boy’s sidekick, Tucker. Here, you’ll get all the information about Ghost-Boy and his epic battles. You’ll also get Premier Interviews with the Ghost-Boy himself, and special members will get Autographed Merchandise.” Tucker smiles to himself as he finishes typing it in. “Special of course meaning those who put out a little extra for keçiören escort me. Oh, yeah. I got a good feeling about this Ghost-Boy Blog.” Suddenly, a familiar voice shocks the hell out of Tucker. “Ghost-Boy? Have you been talking to Paullina again?” Tucker quickly turns in his swivel chair to see his friends Danny & Sam walking into his room.

Almost immediately, Tucker turns off his monitor, trying to hide his work. “I can’t let Danny know about my idea yet. Gotta break it to him slowly. And especially when Ms. Morality isn’t around.” Sam flops down on Tucker’s bed as Danny stands beside him. “Hey, Tuck. We came over to see if your ego has healed from what Valerie said to you.” Tucker begins to reminisce.

It was earlier in the day, He, Danny & Sam were coming out of the Movie Theater when Valerie, carrying a Specter Detection Device that she stole from Fenton Works, runs into Tucker, knocking them both to the ground. Valerie lands on top of Tucker in an awkward way, with his one hand on her breast, and the other on her Ass. Upon feeling this, she instantly pushes herself off of him and stands up. “HEY!” Tucker gets to his feet, realizing where his hands were. “My bad! I am totally sorry for that.” Sam interjects herself. “Wait, why should you apologize? She’s the one that bumped into you.” Valerie ignores Sam and goes over to the Movie Theater entrance. She activates the SDD hoping to hit pay dirt, but finds nothing. She shuts off the SDD & turns back to the 3, frustrated.

“Look what you did! I was so close to finding that Ghost-Boy and eliminating him, and you three screw it up!” Tucker approaches her, apologetic. “I apologize for my friends. It was totally our fault.” Both Danny & Sam stand in disbelief of what Tucker said. “How about I make it up to you with Dinner and a Movie?” He goes to put his hand on her shoulder, only to küçükçekmece escort have her quickly grab it. “Listen here, you little worm. All the technology you have…in fact, all the technology in the WORLD would not be enough to have me go on a Date with YOU!” She storms off, still upset about missing her prime target, leaving Tucker to pick up the pieces of his heart.

Tucker finishes reminiscing and looks at Danny, still hurting but putting on a strong face. “Hey…it’s her loss.” Danny smiles and grabs Tucker, putting him in a headlock and giving him a Noogie. “Heh, now that’s the Tucker we know.” Tucker smiles back, then gets up from his chair. The two toss around play punches and mess with each other. Meanwhile, Sam gets up and hops in Tucker’s chair. “Thanks. I need to check out Kurosawa’s Website anyway.” She turns on Tucker’s Monitor, as Tucker realizes what she just said. “WAIT! SAM!!” The screen illuminates, showing the Blog Tucker was working on. Danny walks over and sees the name of it. “Ghost-Boy Chronicles? Aw, man. This isn’t another one of your plans, is it?” Tucker walks over, trying to explain. “Wait, before you get mad, I promise that this will in no way affect your Ghost-Hunting. I’ll just be filming you and…” “Filming me?” Sam turns herself to Tucker. “This Blog says that you’re Danny’s sidekick.” Danny gets fed up. “Uh-Uh! No way! Not gonna happen!”

Danny starts to walk out when Tucker steps in front of him. “Oh, come on. Just a couple of movies about you fighting Technus or Skulker. Nothing serious.” Danny counters. “Except that you might get taken hostage, or get hurt, or worse. And I can’t have that on my conscious” “OK. OK. How about just The Box Ghost.” Danny actually gives it a thought for a moment, before deciding against it. “No. Me hunting ghosts isn’t like an episode of Cops. It’s deadly business. kurtköy escort And I’m not gonna have you, or anyone else, get hurt because of it.” Danny storms out of Tucker’s room, and out of his house. Sam gets up and walks out herself, but not before turning back to Tucker. “Look, Danny just means well. And no offense, but it is kinda stupid to risk your life just to get footage that might get you women.” Tucker frowns and pushes Sam the rest of the way out of his Room, before answering her. “Yeah, well you’re not the one having a getting laid.” He slams the door in her face, which makes her angry. She storms off down the hall, mumbling to herself. “Like you’re the only one not getting laid. Danny never even puts out for me, you don’t see me bitching about it.

Later that Night…

At the City Park, Danny is seen fighting Desiree, the Genie Ghost, and not doing a good job. She tosses him into a fountain, which breaks into pieces after the impact. Desiree floats over Danny, with a smug look on her face. “Why are you trying to stop me? I’m only granting wishes for the people.” Danny removes the debris off of him and flies back up to face her. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because all your wishes are Sick & Deranged?” Danny shoots out a Ghost Ray from his hand that blasts her backwards into a Tree. She fights out through the branches and lunges at Danny. A couple more trees over, Tucker is hiding in the shadows. He’s using his PDA as a Camera, and recording the battle that’s going on. He brings the camera down to face him. “This is Tucker Foley, live as my Partner, Ghost-Boy, is locked in an epic battle with the Dangerous Dream Granter Ghost, Desiree. Right now, my man seems to have the upper hand and…” A blast is heard, and Danny is sent crashing into the very bush Tucker is hiding behind.

Danny gets up, and sees Tucker with his PDA. “Tucker? Aw, man! I told you this was too Dangerous! You shouldn’t be here…you got to get out of here before…” Danny’s warning comes too late. Desiree appears and grabs the two boys by their throats, choking them & lifting them up in the air. “Now, I’M about to get my wish…your destruction.

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All characters are strictly over the age of eighteen

I’m a urologist.

Not many women work in this field, but I chose this specialty because of my fascination with penises. And I get to see many of them. Even though most of my patients are older, I get enough young and middle-aged men to keep it naughty and interesting for me. I’m married to a kind and intelligent man, but sadly, his sexual prowess left a lot to be desired. I loved cock too much to resign a life of sexual unfulfilment.

I checked my patient list and smiled. My last patient of the day was a young man with an erection problem. According to the notes, once his penis was fully erect, it did not get soft, even after an orgasm.

Of course, I didn’t believe it. Probably he experimented with Viagra or something. Who knew what 18-year-olds got up to these days?

I did, however, wanted to see the phenomenon with my own eyes.

There was a knock on the door, and I called out for them to enter.

A young man shuffled in.

“Hey, sis,” he said nervously.

“Hello, Billy,” I said with a smile.

I understood his nerves. Most women didn’t work in the urology field. And he probably didn’t expect his older sister to be looking at his ‘problem’.

Penises always intrigued me. Working as a urologist paid well and got me in close proximity with dicks.

Especially when it came to fine young specimens such as my cute little brother.

“Oh, I thought…” he started.

“That you were expecting doctor Gupta? He had a family emergency and I’m looking after his patients today.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just embarrassing.”

“Nothing to be embarrassed about. I promise you, anything that happens in this room stays in this room. Have a seat.”

He simply nodded and sat on the examination table. I knew he wasn’t fully convinced, probably dreading his predicament, but I found it was best to just push ahead before the patients lose their nerve. My little brother would be no different.

“First, let’s get through all the boring checks. You’re Billy Madison?” I asked, looking over his file on the computer.

“Yes.”

“Eighteen years old?”

“Yes.”

“Do you smoke, drink, or take any recreational drugs?”

“No. Just drink socially.” There was a pause. “Okay, I may have smoked a joint at a house party a few weeks back. Don’t tell dad.”

“I won’t. Doctor-patient confidentiality.”

I looked up from the computer and smiled at him. “Try to relax, Billy. This is just a routine examination. If there are any irregularities, I promise we will find and resolve it.”

“Okay.”

“For now, why don’t we change you out of those clothes? There’s a gown behind the screen. Make sure to take off your shoes, too. I want to give you a full medical checkup.”

He went behind the screen and a few minutes later came out with nothing but the gown on. The front was tied together with ties. He shimmied up onto the examination table, trying his best not to let the front slip aside and expose his penis.

Cute.

I went over and untied the gown. As I pulled the front open, his hands shot over his penis.

“We will start off with an inspection of the genitals,” I said in a very matter-of-fact tone.

“Sis, wait.”

I pulled his hands away from his crotch. I was surprised to see his foreskin covered most of the glans, with the tip still exposed. In most cases, when the penis became erect, the foreskin would roll back, fully exposing the head.

“Excuse me,” I said.

I took hold of his penis and peeled the foreskin back. My little brother’s crown looked like a fat purple plum. I massaged the area with my fingertips, and his dick pulsed and started to enlarge.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry,” Billy said, his eyes wide with shock.

He was mortified to have his cock reaction to his sister’s touch. He had no control over it.

I was sure he would have preferred to stay flaccid, but I wanted him nice and hard. I swallowed as I watched it inflate in front of me.

After it was fully erect, I proceeded to start jacking his shaft, rolling his foreskin all the way back and then up over the head.

“Relax, this is part of the examination.”

“D-do all doctors do this?”

“I doubt my male acquaintances would. It’s very invasive,” I said as my hand trailed slowly up and down his shaft. “But this is the most effective method for finding irregularities.”

“I-I guess,” he groaned.

“Any pain or discomfort?”

“Apart halkalı escort from me dying of embarrassment? Everything feels fine. Good even,” he groaned.

I smiled and continued.

As I milked his cock in slow, languid strokes, his body would pulse against me. Precum leaked out from the tip. No man could resist my hand job techniques.

“Sis…” He said, his face went tight.

“Are you in any discomfort?”

“No, I- Please you gotta stop, I- Oh, shit..! I’m so sorry!”

I didn’t plan to make him cum. Not at least after a few appointments, but my plans went straight out the proverbial window as a fountain of cum blasted out from his cock.

“Fuck, stop,” he begged.

But I couldn’t stop. One of my addictions was to watch a man as he climaxed, watching his face as he endured the throes of pleasure.

I furiously pumped his big thick cock, forcing hot spurts of cum to shoot out from his tip. His body was tight with tension and his face was a mask of post-orgasmic bliss.

Cum sprayed everywhere. It spurted out like a geyser, hitting his navel, up his chest and the sleeve of my doctor’s coat. Some even stained my hand, not that I minded.

I didn’t want to spoil his orgasm, so I continued pumping his cock until he was completely emptied out.

“Oh, God,” he huffed. Spent, his body relaxed and fell back onto the examination table, gasping for breath.

I let go of him, which was still shockingly erect. It was sticking straight up like an obscene golf flag pole.

While he recovered, I got on with the task of cleaning up the cum with some disposable towels. Semen was everywhere, so it took a while. It was all over him, all over me, on the examination table, and on the tiled floor.

“I’m so sorry,” he gasped.

“Don’t worry about it. I should take responsibility too. I didn’t notice the warning signs of your pending ejaculation fast enough.”

While I wiped up his cum, he continued apologizing.

I walked over to him and grasped his cock. I just loved how it pulsed in my hand.

“Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. What happened is a normal physiological reaction. When your penis is stimulated, the reaction is inevitable. Don’t be ashamed of enjoying something natural.”

“Thank you,” he mumbled.

“There is no problem with his erection, from what I observed.”

“But it’s still hard,” he said, pointing to his painfully erect cock. “It only gets soft after cumming several times. Girls can’t seem to deal with it.”

I climbed up on the table with him and knelt between his legs. These were solidly built tables- I had full confidence that it would support both our weights.

“Young ladies nowadays can’t seem to appreciate a good thing when they see it,” I breathed. He didn’t stop me as I got dangerously close to his member. I inhaled, drawing in the thick masculine aroma that went straight to my aching pussy.

“Would you like me to help provide some relief? I know I’m your sister, but I can make the discomfort go away.”

His breathing was shallow, desperate. I could see the desire in his eyes. “Yes, please.”

“Good boy.” I grasped the base of his shaft, pointing his dick towards me and then enveloped his large head into my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” he hissed. He drew in a breath between his teeth as my lips closed over his shaft. I swirled my tongue around the head, making his body squirm with pleasure.

“Oh, God, sis..!”

I loved sucking cock. Especially one with a large head like this one. The fact that it was attached to my little brother only made it all the more exciting.

Many men I had pleasured orally considered me a world-class cocksucker.

I applied more suction to his crown and then let my lips slide down over the head and onto the shaft. I groaned inwardly as I tasted the salty-sweet precum on my tongue.

“Can you keep your mouth shut?” I asked him.

“Huh? Y-yes, of course.”

“Good. Then I feel better doing this.”

I took his tip into my mouth and began to slide it down my throat. It almost felt like a python devouring its prey. I giggled to myself, watching his face. Poor Billy didn’t know what to make of his own sister taking his entire cock down my throat.

I backed off a little and slowed down when I felt him reaching his limit again. I wanted to enjoy the moment for as long as possible. Professionally speaking, it also facilitates the maximum amount of ejaculation, thus speeding up his recovery.

Billy was thick, one of içerenköy escort the thicker men I had the pleasure of sucking off. As a challenge of sorts, I took his cock right down to the balls, almost making me gag in the process.I was so proud of myself when my nose brushed against his pubic bush.

Then I started bobbing my head up and down, using my throat muscles to milk his gorgeous cock.

His hands gripped the sides of the table. “T-Tina… Oh fuck..!”

Urged on by his desperation, I put him out of his misery. Young men really had no patience. I would need to spend plenty of time training him. I supposed inexperience had its allure, too.

Billy cried out as his cock swelled in my throat. With a desperate, needful grunt, each spurt shot down my throat as his cock pulsed uncontrollably, and his body bucked and writhed in unadulterated ecstasy.

Then something happened to me.

The act of pleasuring my little brother had a profound effect on me, too. So I reached down and teased my pussy, in an attempt to alleviate some of the pent up frustration. But it had the opposite effect. It felt too damn good having my brother’s thick cock down my throat. It made me hyper sensitive. Every stroke of my finger over my clit sent waves of pleasure through me. His cock swelling in my mouth, dumping load after load of hot, thick cum in me, pushed me over the edge and I came hard. The world turned white, and I tried to focus, greedily swallowing as much of his cum as possible.

I was impressed by his vigor. Despite cumming so much earlier from my ‘massage’, it seemed like he still had plenty stored up.

When he was done, I let his cock slip off from my mouth and I opened wide, showing him his cum before I swallowed. I wanted him to remember this as the best sex experience of his life.

“You have one of the nicest penises I ever had the pleasure of sucking,” I said.

“Thanks, sis.”

I enjoyed jacking him and sucking him off, and true to his claim, his cock was still rock hard.

That all too familiar need, that craving, grew inside me. I needed his big cock inside me.

I was curious to see what my brother’s cock would feel like stretching me out.

Semen dribbled out from his tip, so I leaned over and licked it clean. His cock slid into my mouth again and I let my tongue roll over the crown, licking and sucking on him gently to clean it up.

“Billy, I think we need more drastic measures. Clearly, your penis is still not satiated, so I feel compelled to do everything in my power to help you.”

“What do you have in mind?”

I got off the examination table and removed my clothes.

I had a great amount of pleasure watching him eye up my body. I didn’t know any man who could resist the allure of my big breasts, womanly curves and tight pussy.

I hope Billy was curious to find out about the last bit.

“Would you like to have intercourse with me? Of course, everything we do will be bound by patient-doctor confidentiality, so don’t worry about anyone finding out about this.”

“Damn, I’d love to, if it’s okay with you, sis.”

I smiled and climbed back onto the table and gave him a few minutes’ worth of cock sucking.

No longer able to ignore the ache deep inside me, I straddled him, grabbing his shaft and aiming his dick directly towards the entrance of my pussy.

“I’m going to have to control the penetration. A cock as fine and big as yours might hurt me if you get too enthusiastic.

He nodded, and I held the lips of my pussy open with one hand. With my other hand, I guided his cock to my opening.

I dropped my hips ever so slightly until my pussy kissed his tip.

It started going in, but then it stopped.

Fuck, he was a big boy.

I licked my lips. It felt divine, but I might be too tight for him.

I was determined to take him inside me, though. I rocked my hips up and down, each movement taking a little more of him. I hissed at the sharp bite of pain, his bulbous head stretching my opening. I didn’t care. I needed to feel him in me.

I thrusted down as hard as I could, and maybe I took in half of his shaft.

“Oh, fuck, sis. You’re so tight..!” he husked.

“You’re so nice and big inside me, Billy,” I moaned, feeling my thighs buck from the strain and sweat beading down my forehead.

I bounced up and down, making small strokes. As the discomfort mellowed over, I let each stroke go a little deeper. Luckily, I was so turned on from having such a big kartal escort cock, I was soaking wet with need. My juices helped with lubricating him.

I braced my hands against his hard abdominal muscles. A few more strokes later, my pussy kissed the root of his cock.

“Finally,” I sighed with satisfaction.

I was in heaven. I told him I was going to start moving, and I moved my hips up and down, my pussy milking his cock with each delirious stroke. He was so thick and deep inside me, it was like a mixture of pain and pleasure.

I hissed through my teeth, enjoying the feeling.

“Sis, can I touch you?” Billy asked. His eyes were fixated on my breasts.

“Of course. Apart from nourishing, breasts are also used to enhance the sexual experience. Touch me as you please.

My brother swallowed and reached out, taking each breast in his hands. They were more than a handful for him, and I felt my nipples harden against his touch.

I sensed a tinge of reluctance in him. Some remnants of shyness still bubbled inside him.

I clasped my hands over his as I rocked, tightening my pussy around his cock, and milked him. I guided his hands until his fingertips brushed over my nipples.

“Yes, that’s it,” I cooed. “Don’t be afraid to explore. Play with them. I will let you know if you do anything I don’t like. Communication is key.”

He took my advice to heart, and I felt him relax. I moaned as he tugged and fondled my nipples.

I leaned forward, letting my tits droop over his face. Billy understood and took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it.

“Yes, that’s it,” I groaned, rocking my hips back and forth, feeling his length rake my insides. “Suckle on them, little brother.”

Billy grunted, and I felt his energy change. His tongue lashed against my nipple and he started moving, his hips meeting my thrusts.

He wanted to lead.

I smiled and let him take over, let him drive his cock up into my cunt. “Fuck me as hard as you can.”

He groaned around my nipple, sucking on it a little too hard, sending a sharp bolt of pain through me.

I didn’t mind though, finding his newfound enthusiasm intoxicating. I cradled his head with the crook of my arm, whispering into his ear. “That’s it, fuck me. I want you to cum in me, okay? Give it all to me, little brother. Fill me up.”

His face went tight, and I knew he was at his limit. Like a woman possessed, I bounced back against his movements, taking him as deep in me as possible.

I knew it was going to end, so I wanted to make the most of it.

“Sis, I’m going to cum. I’m cumming!” he yelped.

Sweat slicked between our bodies as I pressed myself tight against him, pushing my mouth onto his lips. He groaned and my tongue snaked in, finding him. He mumbled something into my mouth, and his hands clawed my buttocks, holding me tight against him.

I cried out, letting another orgasm wash over me as I felt his cock swell in my pussy. He held me tight against him, not letting me go as he emptied his cum deep into me.

God, I took it willingly, savouring the sensation of hot, potent cum flooding my womb as my body shuddered with orgasmic pleasure.

His hips kept rocking, as his body tried to force as much of his life force into me, driven by the one singular need to inseminate me.

If I wasn’t on contraception, I would surely be impregnated by a young buck like him.

We lay there together, spend and exhausted for a moment.

I slowly got off him and his cock slid out of me, leaving me a gaping mess with globs of cum leaking out of me.

I hopped off the table, and with a sudden flash of mischievousness, I bent over and took his flaccid cock in my mouth and sucked our juices off.

“Fuck,” he shuddered.

He was definitely a good fuck.

Then, rather unceremoniously, we both got dressed.

“We made good progress today,” I said, giving him my assessment. “Considering the amount of times you can ejaculate before you are done, I think many women will find that a plus in a sexual relationship. Your size may be of a concern, but you will have to find a partner who is understanding of that – not all women like big penises.”

He nodded.

“I recommend finding a steady partner. That would be the most efficient way to keep your libido levels in check. Until then, your sister will be more than adequate.”

I made him an appointment for a follow up assessment, and I was already looking forward to feeling my brother’s hard cock inside me again.

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As Ginger Collins prepared to knock on thirty year old Ryan Rynolds door, she went over every thing one last time. After two years of wishing, fantasizing, and hoping this day would come, now that she stood on the threshold, both literally, and figuratively, she couldn’t help being a little nervous.

If her plan went well, within the hour she’d have his hard cock up inside her little teen-aged pussy. If it went badly, she had several escape plans, but she prayed it wouldn’t come to anything as drastic as all that.

Regardless, she was taking a big risk. If her mother ever even suspected what she was up to, there’d be hell to pay.

She checked her clothes one last time, then applied a little more gloss to her thick sensuous lips, before taking a deep breath, and knocking on the door. She was almost beside herself with excitement as she stood at the doorway. Finally, Ryan opened the door.

“High Mr. Rynolds.” Ginger said brightly, a big friendly smile on her face. “I’m here to get the key.”

The look on his face told her that the outfit she had picked out was having the desired effect. She had on black heels, and white, thigh high stockings. Her red Plaid skirt was so small that one could clearly see her lacy white garter belts. Her white, short sleeve shirt was unbuttoned, and tied just under her now ample seventeen year old breasts, exposing her flat little tummy. Her shoulder length red hair was in pig tails, and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Although Ryan didn’t know it yet, she wasn’t wearing panties either, but if Ginger had her way, he’d find out soon enough.

Ryan finally recovered enough of his composure to say, “Right, yeah, let me get it for you.” turning around, and walking away from the door.

Ginger couldn’t help smiling at how red his face had gotten at the sight of her, as she smoothly slid in the door, quietly closing, and locking it behind her.

“Can I come in?” she called out innocently.

“Yeah, sure.” he called back from his bedroom, were he was retrieving the key.

She laid her back pack by the door, which contained not only her books, but the clothes she’d worn to school that day. There was no way she’d have worn this outfit. This was her fantasy gear. She had been masturbating to the thought of fucking Ryan since she’d first met him when she was thirteen, and she had put this little combo together with that in mind. Sometimes she would even wear it while thinking about him, and touching herself. She skipped over to the couch, almost giddy with excitement at the prospect of finally living out her fantasy. It was taking Ryan a minute to find the key.

Although Ginger’s mother had said that she was “leaving the key with Mr. Rynolds,” that wasn’t entirely accurate. Ryan, and her mother had been fucking on, and off for almost three years now. When Ginger had gotten back from spending two weeks, and her fifteenth birthday at her cousin Tammy’s, that was when she knew they were doing it. After a while Ginger’s mother gave him a key, which had provided great fodder for Ginger’s imagination. Many a night she’d rubbed her little pussy to orgasm thinking about Ryan using that key to sneak into her room, and sexually molest her.

In any case now Judy, Ginger’s mother, wanted her key back, and sending Ginger to get it was her passive agressive way of getting it.

She had over heard their argument last week, and it seemed that Ryan had fucked some eighteen year old girl, and Judy was not at all amused.

“Hey, we never agreed to anything exclusive.” he had protested.

“That’s not even the point Ryan.” she had shot back. “She’s young enough to be your daughter.”

“Bullshit!” Ryan exclaimed. “Not unless I started having babies at twelve. She’s young enough to be your daughter, and that’s what’s pissing you off. You know, you’re twelve years older than me Judy, and that doesn’t seem to bother you.”

He must have really hit a nerve, because the next thing that came out of her mouth was through clenched teeth, and that only happened when she was really mad.

“I don’t want to discuss this with you anymore Ryan. Now get the fuck out of my house.”

He had stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Ginger had found all of this very interesting indeed. First of all, it meant that her mother wouldn’t be fucking Ryan again anytime soon, and she surmised that within a week he’d be good, and horny. During their argument Ryan had said that sex with that eighteen year old was a one time thing, so unless some other bitch came along, she had time to plan her attack.

Secondly, and more importantly for her purposes, she had learned that Ryan would definitely have sex with a girl much younger than himself.

Perhaps it would have helped if see had waited two more weeks. Then she’d have been eighteen, and the legal aspect wouldn’t have been an issue, but three weeks was just too long to wait. What if he met someone else, or, god forbid, he made up with her mother? Then there was the question of finding another excuse to be alone with him in his apartment. That wouldn’t have been easy. She did the mental calculus, and it all added up to one thing, this was her window of opportunity, and she just had to go for it. Besides, the idea of fucking him while she was still under age made it all the more wrong, and that really turned her on. She could only hope that he felt the same way.

“Okay, here’s the key.” he said, emerging from the bedroom at last. He seemed a little surprised to find her sitting on the couch.

“Yeah, so,” he said, holding up the key, “I guess you can go home now.”

Ginger bit her bottom lip. This was going to require some finesse on her part.

“But my mom’s not coming home till six.” she began, pouting, “I don’t want to sit home alone. Can’t I stay, and visit for a little while?” she pleaded, “Please?”

He seemed to think about this for a moment, and then finally said, “I guess that would be okay.”

He sat down on the other side of the couch, and started asking about school, and stuff like that. Ginger however was determined to steer the conversation towards more sexual topics.

“My boyfriend broke up with me.” she pouted.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Ryan said, sounding genuinely sympathetic.

The truth was that Ginger had dumped him, but there were at least two good reasons why she had to say the opposite. One, to make common cause with Ryan. It was a subtle why of saying, “I know how fatih escort you feel. I got dumped too.” The other was to set him up so that he almost had to compliment her looks.

“He said I was too ugly.” she lamented, knowing that Ryan would feel somewhat obligated to help build up her self-esteem, and sure enough.

“Well, he needs glasses, or something.” he asserted firmly.

“Really?” she said, doing her best to sound a little uncertain, and insecure. “You think I’m pretty?” she asked, biting her lip, and giving him a sheepish look.

“Of course Ginger.” he said, almost as if on cue. “You’re gorgeous.”

Gorgeous? Oh yeah, this was working perfectly, so she decided to knock it up another notch.

“He said I had an ugly body, and that I wasn’t sexy.” she said, with an even bigger pout.

He scoffed at this. “Okay,” he said chuckling, “This kid doesn’t just need glasses, he’s blind. You have a very nice body Ginger.”

She giggled girlishly, and then placed the heel opposite him on the edge of the coffee table, slowly running a finger up her silk garter, she asked, “But am I sexy?”

Then she bit her lip, and gave him what she liked to call her “sexy innocent” look.

Ryan cleared his throat, and said a little uncertainly, “Um, yeah. Sure, you’re, um, sexy.”

Ginger stamped her foot back down to the floor, drew her arms across herself, under her breasts so as to make her cleavage more prominent, and pouted, saying dubiously, “That doesn’t sound very much like you think I’m sexy.”

Ryan recovered his composure, and said, “I’m sorry, you just caught me a little off guard.” He took a deep breath, and then looking her right in the eye, he said with a cool sincerity,stretching his arm out on the couch between them, occasionally tapping his fingers for emphesis, “You are a very bright, very sexy young woman, and any guy who can’t see that, isn’t worth your time.”

Ginger looked down, and blushed. She had felt pretty certain that he thought something like that, otherwise she wouldn’t be here attemping to seduce him,but to actually hear him say it was even more thrilling than she’d imagined it would be.

She smoothly slid her hand over his, and leaning a little closer to him, she said, “That’s so sweet of you to say.” in a breathy voice. Then she looked up, and gave him her best “fuck me” eyes, and boy did he get the message.

He quickly drew his hand away. “Oooookaay,” he said nervously. “I think you uh, I think you should go home now Ginger.” and as he offered her the key, his hand was shaking a little.

“Okay.” She said dejectedly. Pretending, for the moment, to go along with his suggestion.

As she took the key from his hand, she seemed to lose her grip, fumbling with it, before “accidentally” dropping it on the other side of the coffee table.

“Oh damn!” she cried, doing her best to sound miffed, instead of what she was really feeling, which was pride at having pulled that maneuver off so flawlessly.

“I’m sorry,” she apologised, “I just get all klutzy around a hot stud.”

He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, and she said, “I’ll get it.” suddenly standing up, and facing the table. Out of the corner of her eye she caught him adjusting the bulge in his pants.

‘Yes!’ she thought to herself with glee. ‘I got him hard. Now, stay smooth Ginger.’

While he was momentarily distracted, she hiked her skirt up a little. Although it was already short enough to do what she intended, she wanted to make sure that he got a good, close up view of what she wanted to show him. She angled her heels slightly in his direction, and then slowly bent over the coffee table. She kept her legs straight, bending at the waist, and her skirt rode up her ass higher, and higher, until Ryan looked up to find himself facing her bare ass, and naked pussy. He gasped in surprise, and Ginger thought, ‘Gasp? Wow, my pussy rates a gasp? Alright.’

Looking dead at the key she said, “It’s over here somewhere.” as she patted the carpet, pretending to look for it. She shifted her weight from one foot, to another, back, and forth, wiggling her round, firm ass ever so slightly in front of him. She was waiting for him to say something, hoping that it wouldn’t be too soon. She was enjoying flashing her pussy at him. She always had.

In the summer time they both hung out at the pool a lot. With her sunglasses on she could stare at him all she wanted, and he had no idea. She would wait until no one else was around, or at least no one that was paying attention, and when he’d glance her way she’d spread her legs, pretending to adjust her bathing suit, always pulling aside the crotch for a second to give him a shot at her pretty pink beaver. A couple of times he’d actually gotten into the pool to cool off after one of her little shows. When he did, she could see his cock buldging against his swim trunks. over the past couple of years she’d come up with all kinds of ways to nonchalantly, and seemingly accidentally, show him her vagina.

Finally Ryan coughed, “Uh, Ginger…” he began, and that was her cue.

“Oh, here it is.” she said brightly, cutting him off, as she snatched up the key, and quickly stood up, holding it out for him to see. As soon as she’d turned around, he’d shifted his eyes away, as if he hadn’t been staring at her ass, and pussy. ‘Men are funny.’ she thought, as she pouted, and said, “Well, I guess you’re gonna make me go home now. All alone.”

He smiled wryly, and said sarcastically, if still a little nervously, “Yeah, well you should probably go home, and put some panties on Ginger.”

She threw her hand up to her mouth, her jaw dropped, and her eyes got as round as plates as she yelped, “OH MY GOD! Do I not have panties on?”

Ryan turned several shades of red, and stuttered, “No-uh-no, you don’t Ginger.”

Ryan wasn’t stupid, and a part of him could see right through her little cerade, but the part of him that still saw her as Judy’s little girl refused to believe it.

“Did I just flash you?” She almost giggled, her cheeks turning red with excitement.

She had flashed him dozens of times, and although she was still kind of playing it off as an accident, just the fact that they were talking about it was making her pussy tingle. “Oh my god! How embarrassing. I’m sure that was the last thing that you wanted to see.”

Polite, and honest as Ryan was, it was impossible for him not to say, güngören escort “Weeeell, I wouldn’t say the LAST thing.” before quickly adding, “but you should probably go home, and put some panties on. You shouldn’t be running around like, like…” He trailed off as she suddenly lifted the front of her skirt, exposing herself to him again, her sparse, red pubic patch hiding nothing.

“Well, look at that,” she said, looking down in between her legs, “I really don’t have any panties on.”

Ryan had been shocked into silence, and his mouth hung open as he stared at the tender young pussy that was right at eye level with him. He blinked twice, and almost recovered from his surprise, when Ginger did something even more outrageous.

She placed the index, and middle fingers of her other hand on the upper part of her thick outer lips, pushing up, and back until a pink little nub popped out between her fingers.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, still faining surprise, “My little clitty’s all hard.”

Then she started slowly kneading her clit between her fingers as she cooed, “Ooooo, my vagina feels all funny. Could you put your finger in it, and tell me if it’s wet?”

She bit her lip, attempting to look as inoccent as a girl can while rubbing herself in front of you.

Suddenly it became all to clear to Ryan what was happening. Judy’s daughter was coming on to him, hard fucking core.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” He exclaimed, “You can’t play with yourself in front of me. What the fuck are you doing? You’re Judy’s daughter.”

Of course they were both well aware of this last fact, but he had felt compelled to say it anyway.

“Well, I’m not your daughter.” she sot back, still playing with herself.

“That’s not even the fucking point!” he exclaimed, then stopped, pointed at her vagina, and said, “You need to quite doing that, and you need to go home.” hitching his thumb toward the door. “I won’t tell your mother about this,” he promised, “but you need to go home.”

Ginger could feel the moment slipping away, but she refused to let it go. She decided to change tactics, so she dropped her skirt, pulled her hand away from her pussy, and said, “I’m sorry.” Then she fell to he knees in front of him, and rested her arms on his knees, sating, “I’ think it’s messed up the way my mom cut you off.”

She caught him off gaurd yet again, and he stamered, “I don’t, uh, I really don’t think…”

But she cut him off again with, “I know I’m not supposed to eavesdrop, but I couldn’t help overhearing you the other night. If my mother’s too chicken shit to commit, what does she want from you?”

“Well,” he began, “I think it’s a little more complicated than…”

But she didn’t let him get any further before asserting, “So you fucked an eighteen year old girl, so what? How often do eighteen year old girls come on to you? I mean your only human.”

He knitted his brow, and seemed to think about this for a moment before taking a deep breath, and saying, “Although it’s none of your business, and I really don’t need you to stick up for me, Thanks.”

Then he grasped her wrists, lifted her arms off of his knees, and said, “Now you really need to go home.”

Ginger started to stand up, once again pretending to go along with Ryan’s request, but then she quickly climbed up on to the couch on her knees, straddling his lap. She slipped her wrists out of his grasp, rather easily, and then in one deft motion, pulled open her shirt, and grabbed his head, pressing her breasts against his face.

“Please don’t make me go!” she wailed, rubbing her tits on him.

He grabbed her shoulders trying to pull her away, but she had him in a death grip.

“Whao Ginger!” he exclaimed, suddenly panting as he struggled with her. “I can’t,” he gasped, “You can’t, this can’t, no this…”

This time she cut him off by loosening her grip just enough for her to slide one of her tities across his face, and sticking a nipple in his mouth. For a moment he kept trying to protest, sounding all, “Maaaggghhhhaaahhh.”

But as Ginger had so astutely noted, he was only human. Before long he couldn’t resist, and he slowly slipped his hands over her shoulders, grasping her back, and pulling her into him, as he suckled her hard pink nipple like a newborn at feeding time.

‘Sweet jesus this is amazing.” he thought, as he flick, and swirled his tongue all over the tender young nipple in his mouth.

She figured he wasn’t trying to get away, “Ssssss, oooo, yeah, fuck yeah,” she cooed as she slid her arms down around his shoulders, and backed up a little so that she could watch him. He was making all these weird little yummy sounds, as if her nipple tasted so good that it hurt.

He pulled his mouth off of her nipple with a pop, and then sucked it back in, rolling in between his tongue, and the roof of his mouth. Then he popped it out again, stuck his tongue out, rubbing, and stroking her erect nipple with it, before sucking it back into his mouth again.

Ginger’s reaction to all this was a steady stream of, “Ooo, sss, yeeeaahh, oh god, fuck yeah, oooo, mmmm, sssss.” muttered in a breathy voice. He took her little gently, yet firmly between his teeth, and licked up, and down furiously.

“Oh god yes!” Ginger exclaimed, “Lick it Mr. Rynolds, lick it.”

He suddnly stopped, and looked up at her. As their eye’s met, he smiled self consciously, before saying slowly, and clearly, “Your mother can never know about this.”

She gave him a crooked grin, and said, “There’s a lot of thing my mother doesn’t need to know about.” Chuckling as she leaned down, grasped his head in her hands, turning his face towards hers, and stuck her tongue out as if she were about to kiss him, but instead flicked the end of his nose.

He jerked his head back a little surprised, and then giggled a little before shoving her tongue into his mouth. He immediately started kissing her back, and Ginger was delighted to find that he was just as good a kisser as she had thought he’d be, maybe even better.

‘If he’s this good at everything else’ she thought, ‘then this will be a fun afternoon.’

Part of Ryan thought that this had to be some kind of crazy sex dream, but another part of him thought that he should have seen it coming. After all, she had been going out of her way to show him her pussy since she was fourteen.

She’d always been real careful to do it in such kadıköy escort a way so as to maintain plausible denyability. In fact, she was so good at it that the first few times he’d taken it for the accident that she’d intended it to look like, but after awhile, about the time she’s turned fifteen, her little shows had become so frequent, and brazen that an idiot could see what was going on, and Ryan was no idiot.

‘She wants me to look!’ he remembered thinking, more than a little surprised.

He had thought about saying something to Judy about it, but ultimately decided against it for two really good reasons.

First there was the very real possibility that Judy might respond with, “Why are you looking at my daughter’s crotch in the first place, and second, as much as he hated to admit it, he didn’t want her to stop.

He really liked those little flashes of teen aged pussy, and besides she was just a young girl exploring her sexuality. If she got off on flashing him, as long as she kept it discreet, he figured, no harm, no foul.

As her tongue swirled, and danced in his mouth he couldn’t help but wonder how long she’d been planing this.

Although she had carried the whole thing off as very spontaneous, one of the things that Ryan had learned about her over the years was that she liked to plan everything in meticulous detail.

She was always making notes, and lists, and not only did she seem to have a plan for everything, but as far as Ryan could see, she also had one, if not more back-up plans.

He had no idea how right he was.

She had slid her knees in so that she could lower her bare ass down against his lap, and press her bare titties up against his chest, caressing his shoulders, and neck with her hands while she kissed him passionately.

She slid her cheek up next to his, and whispered in his ear, “Oooo, I’ve wanted you for so long.” before kissing, and nibbling it. Then she lightly ran her tongue across his cheek, before thrusting it in his mouth again.

The way that he moaned, and caressed her body as she kissed him told her that he had wanted her for awhile too.

It was all so perfect that Ginger hated to spoil it, but she knew that it was a long way from the living room to the bedroom.

Sure, she’d broken his guard down enough to get him to make out with her, but she knew that Ryan really cared about her mother, and was a pretty ethical guy, he’d have plenty of time to “come to his senses” before she could get that cock, so she had to get her insurance.

As she kissed him deeply, she dug her nails into his neck, raking them down so hard that she broke the skin.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Ryan hollered, throwing a hand up up to the wound. “What the fuck Ginger?”

A steady stream of apologies flowed from Ginger’s mouth, and in truth she hadn’t meant to scratch him quite that hard, but she had meant to leave a mark.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” she pleaded as she licked the blood off his neck.

He pushed her head away ruffly, swearing, “Fuck that! Game over Ginger, you need to go the fuck home right now!”

He started pushing her away, and she slid off of his lap, and onto the her knees on the floor in front of him, quickly parting his legs, and wedging herself in between them.

“Please don’t make me go.” she begged, almost crying. “I swear it won’t happen again. I’m sorry.”

Then she started unbuckling his belt, saying, “I’ll make it up to you.” but he grasped her wrists firmly, there would be no wriggling out of this grip.

He pulled her arms up, and slowly pushed her away, saying, “No Ginger. Go home.”

Now Ginger’s eye’s were tearing up as she wailed, “Please, just let me suck your dick. I’ll do it good, I promise.”

Ryan lowered his head, opening her arms so that he could get right down in her face, and said tersely, “Go home, now!”

Ginger sighed, pretending to give in once again, and as she moved further away from him, raising her behind up to sit on the coffee table, and Ryan released her.

Looking dejected, she said, “I really am sorry.” with a certain amount of sincerity. She really had hated having to do that, but in order to insure that she got what she wanted, she’d had to.

She decided to give the honey approch one last try. Spreading her legs, and pulling her skirt up to reveal her little pussy, she asked, “Are you sure you won’t let me suck your dick.”

He set his jaw in a way that made it clear that he was in no mood to play with her, and that if he had to, he’d physically throw her out the door.

“Positive.” he said firmly. “Now go.”

Ginger stood up slowly, and began to amble towards the door.

“So you won’t let me give you head?” she mused regretfully.

“NO!” Ryan sot back firmly.

As she reached the door she picked up her back-pack, and then turned around, her eyes suddenly cold, and in a very controlled, almost creepy voice, she said, “Oh, but I think you will Ryan.”

He turned around to look at her. “Whaaat?” he chuckled in disbelief.

“Oh yeah,” she went on, “I’m gonna suck your cock, you’re gonna lick my pussy, and you’re gonna fuck me, or…” she finished brightly, holding a finger up, with which she then reached over, and unzipped a compartment of her back-pack.

Ryan’s brow knitted in confusion as she pulled out a pair of panties, and set her back-pack back on the floor.

When she lifted up her skirt, parted her thighs a little, and then started rubbing the crotch of the panties all over her moist little cunt he thought, ‘What the hell is she doing?’

She suddenly pulled the panties from between her legs, and then stretching the waistband over her index finger, she shot them across the room like a rubber band.

As Ryan stared at her, his mouth hanging open, and completely dumbfounded, she started breathing hard, and tears began welling up in her eyes.

She grasped a hold of the door knob, and said, “Now what-what do you think would happen,” she sobbed, “If I were to run out of here screaming rape.”

Ryan hadn’t thought that his jaw could drop any further. He was wrong.

“You wouldn’t.” he whispered, as a chill ran up his spine.

In response Ginger started really weeping, putting on a pretty convincing act, as she gasped between sobs, “Mr. Rynolds touch-touched me, and he took my-my panties off, and he tried to put his penis in my vag-vagina. I-I-I had to scratch-scratch him to get away.” She finished weeping hard.

Suddenly Ginger began to turn the door knob, and he was so shocked that he could only watch in horror as she slowly began to open the door.

…to be continued.

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If you have not read the previous parts of my story, then this part will make no sense at all.

Love to Virginia Belinda Aibhlinn Tirion Jones, most people call her Ginny, she is my Ali.

My heartfelt thanks to T, she has given me the confidence to continue and has become my very good friend and mentor. We are getting real close to one another, but we are so far away in miles.

Everyone needs a friend; I have the best two in the universe.
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We climbed the stairs, still naked, hand in hand, she laid me on my back on the bed, I felt her finger find my opening, she pushed against my barrier once twice, maybe three times. “Are you ready Jocat?”

The sharpness of the pain was immense, but at the same time exquisite, she kissed away the tears, that had sprung from my eyes and whispered to me that everything would be OK and that the hurt would soon go away. I felt her finger move deeper within me; it was warm, like a wiggly worm, exploring the place that no one had been before, now it was deep in my moistness. She started to rub me inside, suddenly she touch somewhere that made me jump, she pushed harder on that spot, as she did I let out an involuntary sigh, nothing existed apart from her finger in my honey pot, she withdrew her finger slowly and held it up for me to see, it was smeared with my blood and my glistening juices, then without warning she sucked it clean, “ Now you are mine forever” she said with a sound of triumph, “ feel yourself now” she commanded.

I inserted my own finger inside of me, I slick and soaking wet. My finger was as deep as it could go, then I felt Ali’s finger sliding in beside my own, eryaman escort I thought I would split in two, but the feeling was almost magical. “Can you squeeze for me”? she asked. I did as I was told and felt the pressure on our fingers.

I was desperate to orgasm. So I withdrew my finger and found my clitoris, while Ali moved her finger in and out of me, I rubbed for all I was worth. I exploded, that is the only word to describe what happened, I arched my back from the bed, which drove Ali’s finger so deep into me that I thought I could feel her in my stomach, wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over me, I think I screamed out loud and as I did, I felt her mouth cover mine in the deepest kiss ever, now I had her finger in my vagina and her tongue in my mouth, but in my confusion I thought it was the other way around, the final burst hit me so hard that I felt I would buckle or break into pieces, the kiss continued until my mind started to work again and I lay exhausted holding Ali tightly in my arms.

I am not sure how long I held her like that, maybe an hour, eventually the fog cleared and my senses started to return, “you ok baby girl” she enquired. I stuttered out a “yes” and she kissed me full on the mouth again, a kiss that was so full of love that I thought I would cry.

Ali disentangled hers limbs from me and sat on the bed scrutinising me. “Would you like a drink Jocat?” she asked, I thought for a second and replied “Yes, champagne please”. With a giggle she left the room. I went to the bathroom, when I saw my reflection in the mirror I looked liked I had run a marathon in a heat wave, not only was my face flushed, but my torso was also, like a sunburn, my eyes were shining like I had never seen before and my esenler escort nipples were hard and poking out. I sat and took a pee. As I tinkled it stung a little and I could feel soreness somewhere inside of me.

As I exited the bathroom, Ali entered with two flutes and a small bottle of champagne. The cork came out with a loud pop, she poured two glasses and as we touched our glasses, she toasted “here is to forever more, just the two of us”

It was then that I noticed the wetness on the bed sheet. “Oh God “I said,” did I wet myself?” Ali smiled and said “oh no, you just enjoyed yourself more than you have ever done before” and you know, something? She was so right!

The champagne went straight to my head and i got the worst fit of the giggles, they must have been contagious, because before long we were both laughing like hyenas and falling into each other’s arms, our bodies shaking in time with our giggles, then we were kissing again. I could taste the champagne on her lips, but I could also taste something else, me! That made me heady again.

We must have drifted off to sleep; I had the most incredible dreams of Ali and then suddenly, I was awake, tangled in her arms, safe, comfortable, warm and in deeply in love. I started to roll away from her, “where you going?” she asked dreamily“. I heard her sit up and knew she was watching me in the darkness of the room, “can I, can I watch” Ali mumbled. Without even thinking I gave her my permission.

The light was snapped on, almost blinding us, I sat on the toilet seat, Ali knelt before me and with one hand on each knee spread ma as though I were a wishbone. Being watched had the weirdest effect on me, I could not start to pee, I screwed up my eyes and tried to make esenyurt escort out that there was not a girl on her knees, no more than six inches from my crotch. At last i began to do a little dribble, then a steadier stream, then I felt a finger on my clitoris, as it pressed I stopped, as the pressure was removed I started again, it was like an on/off switch. To be honest it was very pleasant feeling and quite erotic. “Keep your eyes closed sweetness”, I heard her say, her finger trailed across my lips and then became more urgently, pushing into my mouth.
I tasted saltiness and bitterness, my mind raced back to when we I made love to Ali with my tongue, she must have pee dribbled into my mouth as she hit her orgasm, I found the thought of that very exciting, because of how dirty it was.

As we got back to the bed, I noticed it was 3-30 in the morning and I was wide awake. Ali was restless, “Jo, let’s go to Westerly and watch the sun come up” Ali suddenly said. “Quick, brush your teeth and wash your face and let’s get going” she added.

Within ten minutes we were dressed and chasing the sun. Peddling like fury, hair streaming in the slipstream, knees pumping, bottom of the saddle, both leaning far over the handle bars of the BMX> We were almost like the kids in ET.

The sky was turning pink as we arrived, as the sun appeared over the horizon Ali took my hands in her own and made a vow that made tears spring from my eyes. “Jocat, I will be yours for the rest of my life, no other person will ever touch my body or kiss my lips. You have my heart and I freely give you my soul”. As she ended and with the sun now a shining ball of flame, she bent, pick a long strand of grass, wrapped it around my wedding finger and so made me her bride, with a kiss.

We cycled back home very slowly, suddenly a thought popped into my head and I said. “I wonder why Jasmine dislikes you so much Ali?. She glanced over at me and simply said, “I know why, if you want I will tell you, but it is not pretty” .

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Claire carried the chips and dip on a tray into the family room where her two good friends Jill and Vera were watching a soap on the television. “Hurry up with that, I’m hungry,” said a famished Vera! “You don’t look hungry,” kidded Jill while her friend made a face at her before diving right into the food!!! It was just a good old fashioned “hen party”, with three girls trading gossip and watching the soaps! As usual, the conversation got trashier and trashier the longer they talked, and in no time Vera was telling about the messy divorce the couple down the street from her was having while Jill piped up about a scandal between a teacher at her son’s grade school and a young janitor, for crying out loud! Watching the program on TV, they all commented on how much skin was being shown on network television, along with the frequent dirty language. It was getting so you couldn’t even let your kids watch anything by themselves anymore! Just then, a blond on TV came out of the bathroom wearing only a bra and very brief bikini panties! “My god,” said Claire, “she must have had a real wax job to get into those pants!!!” “Or a shave,” threw in Vera! “Ooooh, a shave down there,” said Jill, “that must be scary having a razor on your, you know what!!!” “It’s not so bad,” said Claire, “I’ve done it before and there was no problem at all!” “Just a trim or the whole thing,” asked a wide eyed Jill? “Well,” replied Claire, “the whole thing except a little on top!!!” “I’d be afraid of getting cut in the wrong place,” laughed Vera, and with that line, they all roared with laughter!!! “Anybody for some more wine,” asked Jill? Everybody refilled their glasses and continued watching the program.

A while later, out of the blue Jill asked Claire, “What kind of razor did you use, the one you use on çekmeköy escort your legs or Frank’s?” “Uh, it was Frank’s I think,” Claire said, “but it was a couple of years ago.” “How did it feel when you were done,” pressed Jill? “It felt naked and cool,” answered Claire, “but real sexy, ya know, and Frank just loved it!!!”

By now all three girls were getting a little tipsy, and their jokes were getting even more vulgar, and even if they weren’t that funny, they were met with regales of laughter. Jill, not being able to get the shaving thing out of her mind asked, “Did you use shaving cream or what?” “Good grief, Jill,” a now inpatient Claire replied, “do I have to show you how it’s done?!?” “Yeah,” both Jill and Vera replied in unison, “show us how it’s done!!!” “Okay, I will,” a cocksure Claire retorted while downing the rest of her drink in one gulp, “let’s go to the bathroom!” Taking their drinks with them, they walked single file up the stairs to the master bathroom, where Claire immediately took off all of her clothes and started running a hot bath. After hopping in, she lay back and let the water cover her body while both Jill and Vera looked on with wide eyed fascination! When her pussy was covered with water, Claire turned off the tap and picked up the soap and said, “Now Jill, I’m only gonna show you this once, so pay attention,” as she lathered up her pubic hair. “The hot water and the soap soften the hair so it’s easier to cut,” explained Claire, so after about five minutes of soaping and soaking, Claire let out just enough water to expose her pussy to the air while picking up Frank’s shaving cream!!! After giving is a good shaking, she squirted some into her free hand and applied it to her pubic area, all the while making sure it was çeşme escort worked in really good! “Okay, now for the tricky part,” she remarked, as she carefully took Frank’s razor and started shaving her crotch, after which she would rinse off the razor in the water, making sure she always had a good clean sharp edge to shave with. Jill and Vera stared intently as Claire continued shaving, and by the time she was finished, all that was left was a little tuft of hair just above her slit. After rinsing it off, she asked softly, “Well girls, how does it look?!?” Both Jill and Vera thought it looked fabulous, and Jill, unable to take her eyes off the naked pubis, suddenly announced, “I’m doin’ it too!!!” “When,” asked an incredulous Vera? “Right now,” Jill shot back!!! “Rinse out the tub, I’m gettin’ in,” ordered a slightly drunk Jill!

Now in the tub and all lathered up, Jill took the razor from Vera and started to shave her labia with obviously shaking hands!!! “Hold it Jill,” said Claire, “you better let me do for you, you don’t look to good!!!” Nodding her head, she handed the razor to Claire, who deftly removed all the hair from her friends pussy–except for a little on top! “All of it,” Jill said! Claire and Vera looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, and in two seconds Jill’s pussy looked like a five year olds! “I hope Ted likes it,” said Jill! “Jeez, Jill,” said Claire, “I hope so too for your sake!!!” The next thing that was said came from the mouth of Vera, “Me next!”

Standing next to each other in the middle of Claire’s bathroom, the three of them looked like preteens with their newly bald beavers, andf while looking into the mirror they couldn’t decide if they liked it or not! “Not to be complaining,” said Jill, “but I itch like cihangir escort crazy!” “Me to,” added Vera! Claire remembering that the last time she did this, recalled that baby oil took away the sting. “Baby oil,” she said, “I’ve got some here somewhere, ahhhhh, here it is!” After sitting down of the floor, all three women took some of the oil and rubbed it in to the freshly shaven skin. “Mmmm, that’s better,” Vera said, still drunk from all the wine. Claire couldn’t help it, but the oil and her now bare vagina were making her very wet, and out of the corner of her eye she could see that Jill was now rubbing her middle finger up and down the inside of her slit while Vera had closed her eyes and was getting more oil on her clit than her lips! Soon they were all brazenly jerking their pussies for all they were worth! Jill, while using her right hand on her cunt, was using her left to cup and squeeze her big nipples, while Vera on the other hand, was sticking three fingers into her cunt, doing her best to use them as a substitute cock. Seeing her friends predicament, Claire reach over and found a long thin bottle of bath oil, and in taking the initiative, Claire slipped it down to Vera’s gaping cunt and stuck the end of it inside of her. Looking down at her pussy, Vera took the bottle from Claire and jammed it deep into her vagina, and as it slid all the way in, Vera let out with a low animal moan! Claire’s own clit was absolutely on fire, and if Frank had walked in right then, he would have seen three naked women with bald pussies, having the equivalent of a circle jerk! Jill was the first one to cum, and she shook and thrust her hips out as her orgasm flooded her pussy! Claire and Vera both came together, reacting to Jill’s cumming as sweat was pouring off of them as they regained their senses!!!

After a quick shower to clean off, they all hurriedly dressed, sheepishly looking at each other! “Do you think they’ll like it,” asked Jill? Vera and Claire just shook their heads and laughed!

THE END

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Gohan had his first wet dream that night.

Although that was to be expected after all he had done the previous day. His mom had announced that she was teaching him about sex, let him rub her nipples, fingered her and finally tasted her sweet juices. So when he woke up, he was surprised to find a sticky substance, quite similar to his mother’s cum, staining his bed sheets.

“Damn!” Gohan muttered, “What is this stuff?” He gathered the sheets and took them to Chi-Chi. She’ll know what this gooey stuff is, Gohan thought.

He found her in the kitchen, making breakfast. With Goku in the family, she had to use every last pot and pan to get enough food for her two boys. “My baby boy!” she exclaimed when she saw him. “What’s the matter, Gohan? Why are you holding your bed sheets?”

“Well mom,” he said shyly, as he was quite embarrassed. “I woke up this morning and…this weird stuff was all over my sheets. What is it?”

Chi-Chi took the sheets from Gohan and examined the stained spots. She lifted the sheets up to her nose and took a sniff and exhaled deeply, as if she enjoyed what she smelled.

“It looks like someone’s had his first wet dream!” she exclaimed happily. “Don’t worry sweetie, it’s a natural part of growing up. When you have a wet dream, your dream usually involves some sexual content that makes you excited. And when you get too excited, your cum shoots on your bed sheets!”

“But enough about that. Let me finish your big breakfast, buca escort and then I want you to study until lunch. Is that understood?” She said sweetly. “Oh, and I got your new books!” Chi-Chi rushed off to the front door and came back with a metre-high pile of textbooks.

Gohan looked at them with terror. “Do I have to finish all of those, mom? There’s just so many!”

“Yes, and you’ll have them done all before lunch if you want your sexual education lesson!” she said sternly, and went back to the kitchen, where she went back to cooking 30 different breakfasts for the boys. Gohan sighed, easily picked up the books and took them up to his room.

* * *

At eleven o’ clock, Gohan closed the cover of his last textbook. Spurred on by the thought of his “lesson” with his mom after lunch, he managed to finish all his books an hour early.

“Mom!” he called through his partially open door. “I finished all my books!”

He heard the sound of footsteps approaching his doorway. Chi-Chi came in and approached Gohan in his chair. “Wow Gohan, you really did finish all of them, didn’t you!” She said after quickly scanning through most of his work. “And you’ve been such a good boy, you even completed them early! I think you deserve a sneak peak to your next lesson. Would you like that?”

Chi-Chi didn’t need a worded response – just one look at Gohan’s çağlayan escort lit-up face was enough to tell. “Yesterday, Gohan, we learnt a lot about how the female sexual organs work, and what they do. I think today, it would be ideal to show you how the male organs work. So pull down your trousers!”

Gohan happily complied. Chi-Chi leaned over and started slowly massaging Gohan’s cock, which was slowly staring to harden. “You see that Gohan? Your penis gets hard when you get sexually excited, just like when women get hard nipples.”

Gohan was now at full hardness, his stiff rod standing proud at around 7 inches long and quite thick. He was in ecstasy as Chi-Chi rubbed her hands up, down and around his cock, as well as massaging his sizeable balls. “This type of experienced massaging of the genitals is called masturbation, Gohan. It can be done slowly, and sensually like this,” she said as she continued her rubbing. “Or it can be done quicker!” Her hand pumped up and down his thick shaft as she continued to fondle his balls.

Gohan was now close to the edge. He started to groan with pleasure, and Chi-Chi knew it was time to stop. “Why did you stop, Mom? It felt so good,” he told her as he now grasped his thick rod.

“Because, Gohan, there are even better ways to make your penis feel good. And I didn’t want you to cum before I got to show you!” she said as she knelt down and moved her head towards his cock. She now grasped çankaya escort his hardness, and slowly lowered her mouth over the head of his cock.

Gohan gasped – the feeling was amazing. “Oh mom, that feels so good! Your mouth feels so wet and warm around my penis!” he exclaimed as Chi-Chi bobbed her head up and down his thick shaft. She started fondling his balls again to give him extra stimulation. Gohan was starting to groan again – the feeling from her experienced blowjob was too good. Locking eyes with Gohan, Chi-Chi pushed his cock all the way into her mouth, deep-throating him to the extreme. This pushed Gohan over the edge, and with one final groan he shot several wads of his thick cum into her mouth, filling it up.

Chi-Chi made sure she had a full mouthful of his cum before she swallowed it in one go. “Gohan, you have the most amazing taste!” She told him.” It’s very similar to your father’s, but unique in it’s own way.”

“That was amazing, Mom!” Gohan said. “What was it that you just did?”

“It’s called fellatio, or more commonly known as a blow-job, sweetie. Now, since I know you love it so much, I’ll do it for you any time you want, unless I have a very good reason not to!” She told him. “Now I have to get some lunch for you and your father. But after that, we’ll have another sex education class, and your father will come and help too. Are you looking forward to it?”

Well, are you? Please leave your unbiased comments below please.

By the way, sorry for the wait. I’ve chosen to do the straight version, even though I love the bisexual version, because it fits better with the anime. And I know this is quit short, but another one will be up shortly.

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