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*Sorry for the delay in posting this next chapter — I had actually intended to skip straight past this in-between part of the story to the excitement ahead, but I had so many comments and messages from readers with ideas I liked so much that I that I decided to write in this extra chapter. I hope this adds to the story rather than taking anything away- even though it is a bit slow I got the impression that I needed to fill in more of their relationship. Massive thank yous to everyone who helped along the way!* Chapter 5:

June 2009:

Keith:

“I think I forgot to tell you last week.” I said as John and I ate a late supper of peanut butter on toast. I was in pyjamas but John was going to be heading home so he’d put his clothes back on. It made me realise I had no idea what he even wore to bed at home. Which in turn made me very, very curious… “I’m going back to the city for a week for my sister’s birthday.”

“Yeah, I know.” John said placidly. “Saw on your calendar.”

“Oh, right.” I said. “Well. If you wanted…” I began slowly. He didn’t look up. I chickened out. “You probably can’t get the time off.” I finished instead.

“Not at the moment, no.” He answered, still looking at his food and not at me.

Shouldn’t have even hinted at it.

I nodded. “Anyway.” I decided to keep talking as if I’d never said anything about it, as if that moment had never happened. “I’ll probably head up on Monday and stay the week. Em’s birthday’s Wednesday and then she’s been bugging me to meet this friend of hers who’s in publishing, so I think she’s arranged that too. And my mum will probably grill me for not having been home for so long and tie me to a chair to keep me home for a while… but anyway.”

“When did you last see them?” John asked, finally glancing at me.

“Um. I saw them in late March at a family friend’s party. I know. It’s remiss of me, right? I mean, they only live a few hours’ drive away, at the most, and I still haven’t even gone to visit even once since I left the city…”

“Keith.” John interrupted me and shot me a smile. “My parents live fifteen minutes drive away and I see them probably once a year.”

“Oh.” I said meekly. “Oh, I’m…” I forced myself to stop talking.

A smile quirked the edge of John’s mouth. “I don’t see my brothers much either.” He said with a shrug. “Me and Sarah… we still speak to our brothers, and I think she’d like everyone to get along, but I can’t see that happening.”

“Why?” I found myself asking before I could stop myself. This was the first time he’d brought his family up at all.

John raised his eyebrows and leant back in his chair. “Because I find them offensive.”

Wow. I didn’t know what to say to that. Did I dare ask what he meant? Since he wasn’t out, then I had a fair idea…

John was looking away.

“Gordon’s going to run training while I’m away.” I went on, just for something to say.

“Yeah.” John said, suddenly giving me a suspicious look. “About that.”

“What?” I asked. Did he want me to have asked him to run it? I’d just assumed he was more of an Aussie Rules or rugby sort of guy.

“You know Joel’s underage, right?”

I stopped breathing for a moment. “Excuse me?” I stared at him, about to get up and maybe leave the room so I didn’t hit him or yell…

Joel and I had started running in the mornings. I wasn’t much of a runner anymore, but the town pool shut over winter and there was no gym so it had been my only choice. And I’d bumped into Joel down at the oval, and we’d been training together ever since his dad had given him permission to rejoin the team.

I had been there for that boy when his dad had freaked, I was happy to help him and not because I wanted him back on the team. I liked that boy. He was shy and self-effacing, but he had potential. And now John was going to question me over my intentions?

Then I noticed the smile he was trying to hide.

“You shit!” I told him.

John just laughed.

John:

My house was empty.

Strange that I’d never noticed before. I guess it had never mattered. Not when I always got home from work, cleaned up, changed, and headed over to Keith’s. Not when I spent most of my free time over at his place.

Not that it mattered now, either… but I couldn’t help comparing it to Keith’s house. Keith’s home.

There, there was life and activity and colour, always something cooking and Keith playing music or sitting writing or repainting the hallway.

It hit me hard, but it wasn’t entirely unexpected.

It wasn’t Keith’s home I liked. It was him.

No wonder my house felt so empty.

I wandered into the kitchen and looked at my phone on the wall. I could call him.

No. I turned away and went back to the lounge room. I couldn’t call him. Not when he hadn’t even been gone overnight yet. I was not that needy person. I did not need to tell him anything or to speak to him and I certainly didn’t need to casino siteleri hear his voice. This was all just rubbish.

My mobile beeped somewhere and I ran to find it and check… not Keith. And had I just run to check a text message on the chance it was him?

He was probably in the middle of a family dinner. He wasn’t even thinking about me. He wasn’t going to have a problem being away for a week and neither was I.

I glared at my phone. There was no reason to call him.

I did not need to call him.

I was not going to call him.

Keith:

My phone started ringing while we were having coffee. I snuck a look at the screen, quite prepared to ignore it.

John’s name flashed up on the screen.

I stood up quickly. “I have to take this,” I apologised to Em and mum and dad. “I’ll be quick! Sorry…” I answered the phone but I didn’t speak until I’d shut the door behind me.

“Hey, you.” I said. I was grinning like an idiot.

“Hey.” John replied, his voice soft.

“How was your day?”

“Pretty normal.” He was smiling now, I could hear it. “No weepy drunks to contend with, anyway.”

“Shut up.” I told him with a laugh and flopped onto the couch. My knees were hooked over the arm and I lay looking at the ceiling.

“How was the drive? No trouble.”

“It was fine. There are some freaking enormous trucks out there, though. I was afraid for my life at one point.”

John laughed softly. “You take down their number plates? I’ll check them out.”

“I didn’t even think of that!” I teased back.

“I’m not interrupting, am I?” John asked after a moment of silence. There was a hint of uncertainty in his tone.

“No!” I said quickly. “We were just having coffee. Babe, you can call me anytime.” I drew a breath, threw caution to the wind. “I was really glad you called.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” I smiled to myself. I hadn’t expected a call tonight. Maybe in a couple of days time, but not tonight.

“You’ve had a good day?”

“Yeah, just hanging out. I’ve been stealing recipes from mum and Em’s pleased as punch to see me. We finished eating and were having coffees.”

“So… do they know…” John stopped. He didn’t need to finish. I knew what he was going to say.

“No. I can tell them it was someone in town who promised to read my draft.”

There was a silence and I sighed. I hoped he didn’t hear. What was the big deal, though? My family didn’t know anyone in town, and I had an excuse ready for him. I bit my tongue and said nothing.

“Promise?” John finally asked.

“What?” Hadn’t I just said I’d tell them that?

“Well, you wouldn’t let me read it before.”

“Oh.” Oh. That was… unexpected… Not about my family knowing after all. Although he had asked the question… I didn’t know what to think. I pushed my concern aside and tried to formulate an answer. “No, you can read it. You want to? Really? I mean, it’s second rate, it really is. It still needs a lot of work.”

“You’ve spent months on it. I’d love to.” John sounded so serious, so warm. I smiled and shut my eyes.

“I miss you.” I whispered.

A soft breath against the phone. I thought he was on the verge of his slow sexy laugh. “I miss you too.” He answered, very softly. “When will you be home?”

“I don’t know.” I groaned and covered my eyes. “I mean…” I wanted to invite him up but I knew he wouldn’t say yes, so I didn’t ask at all. “Maybe Friday.”

“Let me know when you’re leaving, yeah?”

“Yeah. But I’ll speak to you again before then.”

“Yeah.”

“So… I probably better go back in the kitchen.” I murmured. I didn’t want to hang up.

“Right. No, I realised when I called that you’d probably be busy.”

“I can call you back later.” I suggested.

John sighed. “Look. I’m probably just going to go to bed.”

“Ok. Well, I’ll speak to you tomorrow then?”

“Yeah, you will.” John sounded like he was smiling again.

I didn’t know what to say next. “So I’ll speak to you tomorrow.” I ended up saying, inwardly kicking myself.

“You’re repeating yourself now.” John said lightly.

“Yeah, I know.” I said gloomily and he laughed.

“Well. Enjoy your time with your family. Don’t- don’t hurry home too soon just because I called or whatever. Just…”

“I will.” I promised quietly. “But call me whenever you want.”

“Yeah.” John agreed. He couldn’t know how happy I was he’d called me, could he?

There was another short silence.

“What do you wear to bed?” I blurted out.

John laughed, sounding surprised. “Seriously?” He asked, then cleared his throat. “Mostly just what I wear in your bed. Nothing.”

“Oh.” I chewed on the tip of my finger.

“It’s not like I’m going to stumble out to the kitchen in the morning and shock anyone.” John added. I grinned. “Why do you ask?” He added, his tone more puzzled.

“Um. Just wondered.” John laughed again. I think he sounded pleased.

I smiled for a minute. I really wanted slot oyna to be home with him. I was only here for a few days, I reminded myself. And then I could go home and see John. And spend all weekend with him.

“Talk to you tomorrow then.” John said.

I laughed. “Now you’re repeating me.”

“Ha ha.” He said, but we both laughed and fell into another silence.

“Ok.” I said. This was stupid. We were both grown men and we were sitting in a stalemate on the phone. I refused to do this. “Bye John.”

“Bye Keith.” He answered softly.

There was a moment of silence, then I hung up. And pressed the phone to my forehead. And smiled at the ceiling.

The lounge room door burst open.

“Was that him?” Emma asked, bouncing into the room. My little sister was a tall, athletic brunette with a big smile. We had the same eyes and same colour hair, and we got along really well too, given our similar personalities.

“What? Who?” I asked quickly, sitting up and wiping the smile off my face.

“Him. The one who isn’t out yet. The one you were having dinner with. The one you never told me anything about after that like one email!”

“Oh.” Right. I had emailed her about that, hadn’t I… “Uh, yeah, that’s him. He’s going to read my manuscript. You know. Give me an objective opinion.”

“Yeah, objective.” She laughed, poking me. “Say you while you shag him every which way, you hypocrite.”

“I’m not- it’s not like that!” I objected quickly. My cheeks were already getting red. This conversation had not gone the way I’d expected. I really had not expected her to ambush me.

“You’re having sex with him, aren’t you? Mind blowing, toe curling, neighbourhood disturbing sex?”

“No!” I lied. Shit. I hadn’t even thought about the neighbours…

“Yes, you are! You said so in your email!”

Not good. I had basically said that… I’d forgotten…

“Uh…” I blinked at her. I must have looked stupid.

Emma laughed. “You either totally lied and have just got a massive man crush on him, or you’re gettin’ some!” She finished with an obscene gesture and a voice mimicking some terrible accent she probably saw in a really bad movie. I sighed.

“Em,” I said, rolling my eyes. Hopefully, if I could just avoid giving a direct answer…

She laughed and gave me a friendly punch. Which still hurt. It kind of sucked having a little sister who was just as tall and more muscular than I was.

“Tell me about him!” She demanded.

“Oh, who?” Mum said, coming into the lounge room. Dad turned around behind her and headed away from the lounge room. He was not interested in hearing about my ‘man crush’. I didn’t mind. He wouldn’t have been interested in hearing about Em’s either.

“This guy Keith likes.”

“Guys…” I tried object, but then I stopped.

Had I really reached the point of lying for him? Ok. So even if we hadn’t been together for that long I could tell them a bit, couldn’t I? Who were they going to tell?

“Ok.” I said. I suddenly grinned and pulled a cushion into my lap.

Mum and Em sat down opposite me, smiling, leaning forward.

I cleared my throat. I was suddenly not sure where to begin.

Emma solved that problem for me right away.

“So what’s he like in bed?” She demanded gleefully. Mum looked slightly shocked and I couldn’t help but wince.

Maybe I should have insisted he was just a crush, after all.

July 2009:

Keith:

I threw open the door before John had even rung the bell. “Look, it’s here!” I told him and dragged him into the smallish room off the lounge.

I’d finally had my desk repaired. It was beautiful, dark wood with the green leather patch in the middle… There was probably an actual term for it, but whatever it was I had no idea. All I knew was that I liked it.

“Huh.” John said slowly, looking at the bookshelves around the room. I hadn’t really been using this room as anything more than storage, but I was in the middle of doing it up and he probably hadn’t even seen it yet.

“It’s going to be my office.” I told him, perching on the edge of the desk. “I’ve decided that if I work from home that I should at least have a work space and try and separate work from home a bit more. I think I’ll get more done.”

“Huh.” John said again, looking out the window. The view was a slightly different angle from the kitchen, and there was a massive wisteria growing outside. I couldn’t wait for it to flower in spring.

John turned and leant against the window sill, his thumbs hooked into his pockets. “You know, you just need a fireplace with a dinky clock on the mantel and a typewriter now.”

I laughed. “I somehow can’t see myself installing a fireplace. But a typewriter would be cool! I’d really feel like a writer, then…”

“And a pipe.” John added, nodding seriously.

I looked at him and he finally cracked a smile. “I thought you were serious for a moment!” I exclaimed, and he laughed.

“C’mere.” He said, but canlı casino siteleri he was the one who came forward and wrapped his arms around me. He looked at me, smiling, his eyes warm and full of something I desperately wanted to call love and didn’t dare.

I was pretty sure I was in love with him. And there was absolutely nothing I wanted more than for him to love me too. And the look on his face… I was sure. He felt something. He had to.

“I wouldn’t know how to use a typewriter.” I said softly, sliding my hands up his chest to reach around his neck.

The moment ended abruptly.

John cleared his throat and let go of me, started examining the desk as if he was more interested in it than he had been a few moments ago.

I felt a cold shiver down my spine.

I had no idea what had just happened, but something had changed and I didn’t know what or why.

“I’m going to start dinner.” I told him, and left the room without waiting to see if he looked up.

It felt like he’d pushed me away. He hadn’t, but it was as if he’d taken a huge step back, a huge step away from me.

I swallowed hard and began pulling things out of my cupboard. God, what was I doing? How could I be with him when I didn’t even know what this was? How could I go on without ever knowing what exactly this was to him?

I heard him behind me but I didn’t turn around. I didn’t know what to say or how to say it.

“Can I help?” He asked quietly.

“No.” My voice sounded brittle, even to me. I tried again. “No, it’s fine. Nothing fancy.”

“Sure?”

“Uh huh.” I still hadn’t looked at him and I didn’t plan to until I’d got a grip on myself.

I fixed a pasta and sauce and although I was more than slightly tense at the thought of a meal with him right after that, it was actually ok. We stuck to small talk, which felt weird after so long, and neither of us mentioned what had happened at all.

John left after dinner.

I don’t think either of us had expected he would stay.

John:

Walking into Jim’s the next day, all I felt was relief that Keith was keeping his ritual of coffee and cake.

“Hey.” I said, walking over to him. He looked up at me, his expression guarded and it was like a kick to the stomach.

“Hi.” He answered carefully.

“You done?” I asked him. “Something I want to show you.”

Keith looked slightly surprised, then nodded and shrugged and got up. I waited for him to pay, watched him chat with Jim for a moment, then he turned to follow me, a whipped dog sort of look in his eyes.

I hated that.

It hurt, and yet I felt like I kind of deserved it.

“You know the antique shop pretty well by now, I guess.” I told him.

“Yeah.” He agreed. It was only a few doors down and he followed me in.

“Hello, gentlemen.” Rose greeted us with a smile that displayed as much gum as teeth.

“Rose.” I said, smiling, and leant against the counter. “Now. Can I ask you to show Keith here that thing I asked you to put aside for me?”

Keith was looking interested, at least. That was a big step up.

“That makes so much more sense now, John. I couldn’t figure out why you wanted me to hold it when your grandmother’s is in much better condition!”

“My grandma’s?” That was a surprise. I’d forgotten about that entirely. “I haven’t seen that since I was a kid.” How did Rose know about that anyway?

“Haven’t you? Oh, Al’s wife had it only a few years ago. Wanted me to value it. Wasn’t happy with what I’d give her so took it home again.”

“She tried to sell it to you?” I wondered if Al knew about that. He probably did. My eldest brother wouldn’t know what a family treasure was if it jumped up and bit him on the nose.

“Yes. I dare say she’d let you have it. It’s probably gathering dust somewhere. Such a pity. This one’s not bad, not bad at all… but no one’s cared for it like your grandmother cared for hers… But as I say, it makes much more sense, now I know it’s not for you.”

She offered us another large smile and vanished into the backroom. Keith looked at me with a mix of confusion and hesitation.

I couldn’t help but grin. Rose reappeared with a large box which she set down on the counter.

“Here we are.” She said, and opened it up.

The typewriter inside gleamed in the light.

Keith’s mouth opened and he laughed, suddenly smiling at me. My heart got lighter by about ten pounds.

“Oh, wow.” He said, reaching out to touch it. “Oh… Wow. It’s… I don’t even know what to do with one. I …” I watched him hovering over it. He wanted it, I could tell. He just hadn’t worked it out yet.

Rose smiled at him. “I dare say someone around here would be able to show you.”

“Yeah. But I do have a laptop and I really… I really don’t need it…”

I grinned at Rose and she smiled back.

“I’ll leave you to have a look.” She said kindly and retreated off to the back of the shop with her duster.

Keith was vacillating, still.

“Think about it.” I told him. “Rose will hold it for you. It’s been here a while now. You don’t have to buy it. I just thought…”

He looked up at me with a sudden grin, a look shot through his lashes that carried heat, pleasure.

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Kane:

I run through a maze of exploding mines, desperate to reach the end. All around me I see blurs of men in digi’s, guns screaming as they fire on each other. I stumble and slam face first into sand. I struggle to get up but the sand keeps dragging me back down. Finally I manage to yank myself free, but when I look down, I’m covered blood. It’s happening again. All around me, uniformed men are dying.

They’re torn to pieces. Their blood won’t stop flowing, surrounding me. I scream and floundered through the red muck. I reach the nearest body and grab for his dog tags.

Emilio Ortega. No, no no no. Please, not again. I back away from his body and trip over another form behind me.

It’s Jason.

Oh, god.

I slowly stand up and make my way to the next body.

Isaiah.

I stand there, the still flowing blood forming a lake around me. My tears mix with the gruesome scene until I can only see shadows.

I fall to my knees, praying the blood will rise over me and take me away from this pain. As I open my mouth to scream, I hear a quiet voice behind me.

“You didn’t tell me your name.”

I jerked. The voice was familiar, after all, I had been thinking about it nonstop for days. But why would he be here? He shouldn’t be. He was everything this place was not.

I slowly turn to face him.

It was him. His devastatingly green eyes soft and compassionate. His head tilted as if he was waiting for an answer, but I couldn’t remember anything past his eyes.

His pink lips quirked into a smile, and he spoke again.

“You didn’t tell me your name.”

His voice was smooth with a faint lilt. It washed over me, eradicating all of my troubles, cleansing me of my past.

He was walking towards me now, his freckled hand outstretched. He was so beautiful.

When he was only a handbreadth away from me, he reached up to my cheek. His fingers drifted over my scars. His grass green eyes implored me quietly.

“Don’t cry.”

I shot awake. The feel of his fingers on my skin still lingered. Breath exploded in and out of my chest. The dream had started as it normally did, but then…

He saved me. As soon as I had heard his voice, everything else in the dream faded away. There was no more blood, no bodies, no explosions.

Sweat was running in rivulets down my chest, and I realized that I was painfully hard. My cock was tenting the sheets and demanding attention.

I usually don’t jack off. In bootcamp everyone’s so tightly packed together that it would be hard to get away with rubbing one off. Overseas, it was basically the same thing. And I was usually too tired to bother. Since I came back home, The pain was too great and raw to even think about getting hard. But now, I couldn’t think about anything else.

Sliding my hand underneath the sheets, I grip my dick. I started to slowly stroke, images of copper hair and freckled skin flitting through my mind. Fully hard now, I pumped my cock casino oyna faster, imagining it was him.

Imagining that he was leaning over my chest, nibbling on my ear while his small hand stroked my cock. I reached up with my free hand to tug on my nipples, but in my mind, it was his teeth, pulling tightly, then laving away the sting with his tongue.

In my fantasy, he licked and sucked his way down my chest. I could feel my self starting to come as I thought about his perfect lips wrapped around my cock. The image blew my over the edge, and I erupted with a loud groan.

Holy shit.

I haven’t responded this way to a man in… well, ever. The few relationships I’ve had were short lived, and mainly about sex.

Glancing at the clock, I see that it’s about time to get ready for work. For the first time, I’m excited.

I really, really hope that he comes back.

*******

He’s here! I feel giddy, like a kid at Chuck ‘E Cheese. I saw him walk in with the same friend he was with the other night. Unfortunately, I’m across the room.

Some idiot decided to upturn his beer over his boyfriends head, and started a fight. So I’m stuck dealing with this while the man of dreams dances only a few yards away.

I can see him swaying to the music. God, he’s beautiful. Everyone around him seems to gravitate towards him, and yet nobody touches him. He laughs at something his friend says and his whole face lights up. So different from the watery half-smile I received the other night. I wish I could hear it.

Fuck it. I’m desperate.

I grab my radio and call for one of the other bouncers to come take of the two idiots.

As soon as they’re no longer my problem, I make my way over.

Suddenly, I’m stuck in the middle of the writhing crowd, my breath coming short and fast. My old fears assault me. What if I’m not his type? What if he’s disgusted by my scars? What if I scare him?

The noise of the club starts to pound in my head.

I feel so stupid. Why would a guy like him be interested in me? I look like a monster. It was ridiculous to even think about. There’s no way a man as stunning as him would even talk to me

Despondent, I turn to run back to my corner.

Oh, shit.

He’s right in front of me. Smiling at me. At ME.

“Hi, my name’s Emerson. You’re the bouncer who helped me and Chad out last Saturday right?”

His voice is exactly like it was in the dream. Soft, smooth, lilting. His smile is even more beautiful up close. His freckles stand out in relief against his pale skin. The black shirt he’s wearing shows off his coloring and makes his eyes pop.

Fuck. I haven’t answered his question. Just like in the dream. Damnit.

“Oh, uh… yeah.” I am so freaking stupid.

He laughs and bounces on his toes, fucking adorable.

“Chad and I were wondering if we could buy you a drink or something, to thank you for your help. We have a booth right over there.”

His slot oyna eyes plead with me, happy and carefree.

“Uhm, sure. I guess, but I’m still working so I can’t drink…”

“Oh, that’s okay! A coke or something then. Come on, sit with us.”

With that, he grabs my hand. It’s so tiny in mine. He drags me over to their booth and shoves me into a seat with a big grin.

“So, what’s your name?”

********

Emerson:

Holy Jesus almighty he was even hunkier than I remembered.

When he got Paul, my stalkerish ex off my back last saturday, he’d done it so calmly and proficiently that he immediately grabbed my attention. I mean, Paul had been swearing at him and trying to put some kinda dent into the hunks skin, but Hunky barely even batted an eyelash. Just picked paul up, walked to the door, and threw him out.

Which was super hot, by the way. Paul’s no little guy, but Hunky picked him up like he weighed no more than one of those itsy bitsy purse chihuahuas!

Like I said, soooooo hot.

Chad’s disappeared off somewhere. I’ve been yammering his ear off all week about the hot bouncer, and he knows I want some alone time with him.

Anyways, I just had to come back to see him again. I mean, I haven’t seen a guy this gorgeous in ages. Like, seriously, Mr. Hunk is the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Now, with him sitting in front of me, he’s ten thousand times better than I remember.

Instead of the loose green shirt he’d been wearing last time, he’s wearing this tight black number that shows off his enormous chest.

Drool!

And I can tell he’s nervous. When I asked if he could be him a drink, he just stared at me for the longest time. I was starting to get scared that maybe he wasn’t even gay. But then he blushed really hard and it was super duper cute.

He doesn’t seem like one of those arrogant types that knows he’s all that, which makes him even hotter. He keeps blushing! It makes me want to crawl right into his lap and have my wicked way with him. So cute!

Which, by the way, makes me realize that he still hasn’t answered my question. Again. He’s just blushing and staring at me with these intense brown eyes. Yeah, I’m for certain that he’s gay now. Just meeting those lusty eyes makes me pop a woody.

Agh! Name first!

“You still haven’t told me your name. Is it a secret?”

Ahhh he’s blushing again! He smiles hesitantly at me, then huffs out a short laugh. I can tell that I’m making him squirm, but I don’t really know why. I’m not exactly intimidating.

He finally looks back up at me. “Uh no… Ah it’s Kane. Mckinney. Uhm. Yeah…” Then he blushes real hard again and rubs the side of his face.

That’s when I notice the scars. Before, I was too busy gawking at his body and those unnerving eyes to notice the lacerations that cut through his lip and cover practically the whole left side of his face. They all seem to be going one direction, slashing down through canlı casino siteleri his hairline and over his cheekbone. And, oh lord, half of his ear is gone. The scars continue on down his neck until they disappear into his t-shirt. Looking at his hand, I can see that even there, several scars obscured his skin.

Finally I make my way back up to his eyes, and what I see there make me sad. He’d put some kind of shield up. His eyes were hard now, scary almost.

He sat back and crosseds his arms over his chest, all nervousness gone.

“Finished with your perusal? I have to get back to work, so if we’re done here, goodbye.” He sneers at me and jerks himself out of the seat. Shocked, I can see that his jaw is set, and his fists are clenched tight. I can’t let him go like this.

I reach out and manage to lightly grab his hand before he escaped. He stops abruptly, but doesn’t t turn to face me. Through his hand, I can feel his whole body quivering.

“Please don’t go.” He finally turns to look at me, his jaw twitching. “Kane, please. What did I do wrong?” At that he jerks and stares wide eyed at me.

“You… you don’t… my scars. I thought you were going to freak out or something…” He collapses back into the seat across from me and drops his head into his hands. “I decided to just save you the trouble and get out before you tried to let me down gently.”

Okay, now I’m confused.

“Why would I need to let you down gently? Your scars don’t bother me if that’s what you think.”

“What? They don’t?” I have to giggle at the look on his face. He looks terrified and like he just found the end of the rainbow all at the same time.

“No, of course not. If anything, they’re kind of hot.” With this his mouth drops open and I start giggling again. “I mean, I’m sad that you had to go through whatever caused them, but they don’t change you.” Smirking, I add “And I like what I’ve seen of you so far.”

His mouth slams shut and his cheeks flush bright candy apple red. Just the reaction I wanted.

Before he can respond, his radio goes off. Please don’t tell me he has to go. This is just starting to get fun.

“Kane, it’s Gordon. We need you upstairs, some guys are really having it out.”

“Alright, I’ll be up in a sec.”

He looks apologetically at me, “I’m really sorry, but I have to take care of this…” He motions towards the stairs.

I’m disappointed, but I understand. “It’s okay, just go do your thing.”

He gets up, then pauses and turns back to me.

“Uhm, if you don’t mind, do you think I could get your number? I’d like to see you again.” He’s not looking at me, staring instead at my hand on the table, as if he was scared I’d turn him down. As if!

My happiness renewed, I jot it down and hand it to him, making sure to brush his fingers with my own. He blushes again, but gives me a big smile that changes his whole demeanor.

His delicious brown eyes light up and crinkle around the corners. His teeth are bright white against his tanned skin, and the dimple I see on his unscarred cheek makes me want to dip my tongue into it. Before I can ogle further, he jogs off, leaving me staring at his perfect ass.

I’m not complaining.

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Seductive Angel
Part II of the Fallen Angel Series

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments.

PS — If you have fantasies, ideas, etc for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories, and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Chapter 2

Love is eternal. Love comes from God and returns to God. When we die, we will lose everything he gave us except love.

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Scarlett flew back to her clouded sanctuary and mulled over what she had seen. Nothing in her earthly life had even come close to the scene she had just witnessed, and her sexual core was still vibrating with the flood of desire. She thought about the expressions on Anne’s face as Eoin devastated her body. The looks of awed surprise, wonderous and miraculous pleasure or the wild jubilation of continuous orgasms. Her body had been contorted into gut twisting, bone cracking and even violent cums that left rapturously pained looks on her face.

She had never come close to feeling anything like what Anne had tonight and right now she wanted too. She had always been the seductress and had gotten everything she wanted. But never had she even dreamed of orgasms that sent you into outer space or unglued your mind and twisted it away from the bliss in your body. As she thought about what she had seen, her hands began acting on a will of their own with one hand twisting her engorged nipples and the other rubbing her stiff clit.

Her mind’s eye was still remembering Eoin’s massive cock splitting Anne in half and taking his pleasure from her willing body. She saw her body twirling and squirming with the rapture that he poured into her mindless form as he fucked her with his enormous cock. His hands, fingers and mouth all found other places to drive her wild with passion she never dreamed of. But most of all she remembered all the surprised awe and blissful expressions on Anne’s face as she contorted from one pleasurable moment to the next.

As her mind’s eye replayed the wild passion she had just seen, her hands mimicked the crazy fiery bliss on her own body. She had orgasm after orgasm as her fingers tweaked her engorged clit, but nothing seemed to satisfy her voracious bodily needs. Finally, she quit and lay back on her cloudy sanctuary wondering what she could do to satisfy her now seemingly insatiable sexual appetites? She slowly drifted off to sleep.

Scarlett slowly awakened from her sexual coma only to realize that her nipples ached, and her pussy was gushing as someone played with her aroused body. She shook her head trying to shake the cobwebs from her lust fogged brain and as she stretched, she found her arms locked in manacles and attached to a spreader bar. Likewise, her legs were spread and locked in a spreader bar. She turned her head and saw her roommate, Lisa leaning over her sucking and tonguing her nipples.

Yesterday’s passion was suddenly alive and trembling inside Scarlett’s body. In her mind’s eye she could see herself bound to the spreader bars, naked with a room full of people watching. In her dreams it was Eoin teasing her lust ridden form as he prepared to skewer her with his massive cock. But, instead it was Lisa’s fingers that strummed her engorged clit and Scarlett’s breath quickened in anticipation. Lisa’s hand began to caress higher on her waist heading towards her breasts, while she leaned in and began to nibble Scarlett’s ear.

“Oh God.” Scarlett gasp as her body came alive with passionate hunger coursing through her body. Her legs trembled and she was finding it difficult to lay still with the quivering in her belly and the heat between her legs. Lisa stopped and whispered in a seductive passion laden voice. “Now let’s see what we have to work with.”

Scarlett lay compliant in the middle of her fleecy cloud as Lisa reached up with both hands lifting and caressing Scarlett’s breasts, with her forefinger and thumb she toyed with her nipples. She seductively whispered, “Oh my, these beauties are magnificent and real too. You are a beautiful angel and by the end of the day you’ll be one of the hottest angel’s in heaven.”

Scarlett barely heard any of these compliments. Lisa’s hands and fingers on her breasts and nipples were sending lightning bolts of fiery passion traveling through her body. Everything seemed to center in her yearning very wet pussy. Scarlett lay compliant as Lisa continued toying with her breasts and nipples. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feelings Lisa was giving her. She had never had another woman touch her like this, but oh God it felt so immoral, so wicked, and so incredibly good.

Lisa’s hands abandoned her breasts and then inspected Scarlett’s arms all the way to the leather manacles where she buckled her arms above her head. Lisa gave a subtle nod casino siteleri and then her hands went to play with her womanly hips caressing her undulating belly until she reached her womanly mound. Now Scarlett was laying completely naked and compliantly bound in the middle of her cloud. She hadn’t said a thing except for some gasping shuttering breaths and a couple of moans.

Lisa began to scrutinize her with her hands touching and caressing as she went, “Oh, I love your splendid breasts combine with your tiny waist this gives us lots to work with. Your legs are magnificent, firm toned and shapely and look at this ass, small and firm like a little boy’s butt. However, your hips and butt have magnificent womanly curves. You don’t have a big bubble butt and that is good because it would look out of place on you.”

Lisa stepped back appraising the innocent naked beauty bound in front of her and she nodded her head in acceptance. Scarlett was the perfect submissive so far and hadn’t uttered anything negative, only whimpers of pleasure. As Lisa looked at her lust laden eyes and she knew Scarlett was a rare innocent, inexperienced and natural submissive. Not to mention a stunningly gorgeous woman.

Lisa backed to the door, opened it and shouted, “George you’re up first and Candy come in here to figure out your color scheme.”

Scarlett had no idea what was going to happen, but the butterflies in her belly turned into massive anticipatory tremors. She was bound naked in the middle of her cloud and Lisa was inviting in others to view her. Her nipples hardened, her pussy gushed and goose bumps erupted all over her body. She stretched her form, trying to look more seductive, thrust out her breasts and sucked in her already flat tummy, wanting to wow the people coming into her cloud.

A small diminutive man swished into her cloud followed by a gorgeous woman that could have been Lisa’s sister. Both halted in front of Scarlett with their eyes devouring her naked displayed body. The woman was the first to speak as she muttered. “Oh my, she is deliciously stunning. Can we play with her?”

Both turned their heads and looked at Lisa. She nodded her head up and down, but then said. “Just a little, we have a tight schedule and make sure you leave some for me.” Lisa crossed her arms cradling her bountiful breasts and watched as her two underlings advanced on the exquisitely bewitching young woman bound in the middle of her cloud. She was anxious to see if she was as deliciously impassioned and wildly orgasmic as the Saint Peter had described.

Lisa turned to a control panel that magically appeared and flipped a switch turning on the video recorders. Next, she held a toggle switch in the up position and watched the spreader bars separate with Scarlett being stretched longer until her fingers and toes wiggled with erotic passion. In addition, she was levitated above her cloud leaving her stretched vertically and hanging in midair. Only then did Lisa stop her stretch by releasing the toggle switch.

Lisa leaned against a cloud watching as Candy latched onto Scarlett’s left nipple with her mouth. Lisa felt her hunger increase as she looked at the delectable morsel being buffeted by her minions. The stretch had forced gravity to elongate her already athletic body, leaving her abs thin and muscular. Scarlett’s breasts were lifted high on her chest with her ribs popping against her skin. Lisa thought she was beautiful before, but now she was sizzlingly erotic and she felt a yearning to ravish her. She held her passion in check and watched Scarlett writhe before the hungry mouths and fingers of her underlings.

As the two people entered her cloud Scarlett felt the same excitement she had yesterday when she discovered she was being watched by Eoin. When their ravenous eyes raked her skin, Scarlett’s breath locked in her chest as their and her hunger merged into a greedy torturous need. She saw their appetite showing in their eyes and being bound she couldn’t stop them. The smoldering fire in her loins flared into an inferno and being bound released her from her upbringing. She felt gluttonous desire griping her body and she knew she wanted to be their plaything as much as they did.

Scarlett swiveled her eyes to Lisa just as she gave consent for George and Candy to have some fun. Before Lisa had stopped nodding, she felt four hands and two mouths ravishing her heated flesh. Candy’s mouth and lips were mauling her breasts while her hands roamed freely over her belly and hips. George was digging through her hair as he kissed down her back and his hands were already caressing his ultimate goal, her succulent ass.

Scarlett had difficulty breathing as the white-hot erotic fire flowed through her. She gasps and mewled as several hands, fingers, mouths and lips seemingly bombarded her every part of her sensitive skin. She started to shake with unrequited passion and then she felt her body elongate as she was stretched and elevated. As Lisa held the switch Scarlett’s body was overextended with her slot oyna toes and fingers trying to accommodate her new position. This gave the amorous duo more overwrought and erogenous skin to devour.

Somehow hanging helplessly in the air made Scarlett feel more vulnerable and heightened her intoxicating ecstasy. Scarlett couldn’t close her eyes willing herself to watch Candy and George ravage her in the mirrors that suddenly appeared. However, they both had other thoughts as Candy began stroking her clit and George her brown star. No one had ever touched her asshole before, and she hadn’t even thought of that being an erotic part of her body until she had seen Eoin take Anne’s asshole.

Scarlett felt like a marionette with both of them stroking her erotic holes and she had no control as they tugged on her erotic strings. Scarlett’s eyes popped open as a jolt of electrical passion flashed through her body pushing her towards her orgasmic abyss. Her hair swirled in a golden cloud around her as she shook her head with the mind-altering lust taking control of her.

When Candy slid two fingers through her womanly lips and began thrusting inside her, Scarlett felt like she was on the crest of a tidal wave rushing towards an explosive void. Then Candy began slamming her palm into Scarlett’s clit with her fingers caressing her G-spot on every thrust and that was all it took. Scarlett’s body shattered magnificently as the tidal wave slammed her into an ocean of ecstasy. Her belly clinched spasmodically as she tried to curl into a fetal ball, but with her arms and legs stretched tightly all her stomach could do was knot in explosive bliss. Candy held her legs then continued to tease and drive her orgasm higher.

Scarlett jerked back and forth as wave after wave of feverish desire bombarded her tormented body. As Candy kept plunging her fingers in and out Scarlett’s throbbing quim, her lips kept mauling her nipples. George took advantage of Scarlett’s exquisite rapture and plunged his tongue into her brown star reaming her virgin hole. As Scarlett felt the tongue in her backside a high voltage jolt pounced on her already contorting body with chills running up her spine. Then George replaced his tongue with his finger sliding through her sphincter, into her colon and meeting Candy’s fingers inside Scarlett.

The dual assault in both her holes exploded in her head and Scarlett felt like she was losing her mind. No had ever touch her asshole and it was so dirty, so depraved and it thrilled her to the core. Now she a rough idea how Anne had felt when Eoin took her ass. For a brief second she looked up and saw Lisa’s hungry eyes devouring her and that was all it took to send Scarlett into an orgasmic paroxysm. Her body bucked and twisted rocking back and forth trying to unseat the fingers in her loins that were pushing her to the edge of sanity.

Lisa watched Scarlett’s surprised look of unexpected bliss crossing her face and with rapture showing on her face. Lisa though she was achingly gorgeous. She had lost all pretense and her face was showing the real, passionate and dazzlingly elegant woman that she had kept hidden from the world. For a moment Scarlett’s hard orgasmic spasm obscured her enraptured face as her swirling golden mass of hair created a cloud around her. Just as suddenly her wildly jubilant face reappeared with her hair swinging behind her. Her wings began fluttering behind her in a show of uncontrolled passion.

Scarlett’s eyes were wide open in disbelief and her mouth hung open as she silently screamed her rapture. Her mind was lost in bliss that eclipsed yesterday’s decadence, with her unseeing eyes lost in the sea of colorful erotic fireworks. The tendons on her arms and legs were popping against her skin as carnal shockwaves slammed her body. Her body was straining against her bonds as she alternately rejoiced in the bliss and then tried to get away from the overwhelming debauchery.

Lisa had enough and walked over to Scarlett pulling Candy’s fingers from her pussy, while George continued to ream her backside. She knelt in front of her and sucked her pussy into her mouth drinking the nectar from Scarlett’s gushing fountain. Her tongue and mouth hungrily devoured Scarlett’s essence like someone that had been lost in a desert. Scarlett was transported to a whole new level of paradise when her entire body locked in a rigid exultation of euphoria.

Scarlett thought she had lost her mind and body completely losing control of who she was. Euphoric tsunami after tsunami swept through her body leaving her drowning in an ocean of mindless enraptured sensations. She felt washed out to sea and she had no control of how she felt or where she went, she only knew she never wanted it to stop.

Lisa pulled back from Scarlett’s delicious nectar long enough to shout, “Enough”.

With that command Candy gave Scarlett’s diamond hard nipples one last lick and nibble and stepped back. Likewise, George pulled his finger from Scarlett’s sphincter giving her cheeks and dark hole a last canlı casino siteleri nibble and lick, rising to stand and walking in front of her. Meanwhile Lisa sucked Scarlett’s succulent pussy lips back into her mouth for one last taste and then began kissing her way up Scarlett’s shaking body.

After kissing across her concave and quivering belly she arrived at her wobbling breasts and hard petulant nipples still shiny from Candy’s saliva. Lisa had a difficult time nibbling on Scarlett’s nipples, because hard gasping breaths were forcing her breasts to sway and bob invitingly. After she paid attention to Scarlett’s seductive nipples, Lisa stood looking into Scarlett’s blissful face partially obscured by her golden hair.

With her hands she parted Scarlett’s hair tucking it behind her ears and now her she could stare into Scarlett’s gloriously devastated face. Scarlett’s eyes were only now starting to clear of the lusty light show, but her mouth was wide open gasping and trying to catch her breath. Lisa took advantage of that starting by nibbling on her lips and then drove her tongue into Scarlett’s mouth dueling with Scarlett’s tongue.

The triple assault that had sent Scarlett rocketing into space quietly ended with first her nipples, then her ass and finally her pussy devoid of any stimulation. As she felt the fog of lust start to clear she felt Lisa kissing up her belly and breasts and it felt soft and sensual in contrast to the previous wild jubilation. Through her passionate fog Scarlett could see Lisa’s face coming towards hers. When her lips touched hers Scarlett’s breath caught in her chest.

Never had she been kissed so softly, so sensually and it took what little breath she had away. Then Lisa’s tongue demanded entry into her mouth and Scarlett joyfully accepted it and for the first time tasted her own essence still clinging to Lisa’s lips. She tasted sweet and tangy and she loved the favor as it enveloped her tongue. Then Lisa’s tongue began to dominate her mouth and she forgot about the taste, reveling in the passion it ignited.

Lisa slowly disengaged from the kiss and stared into Scarlett’s ravaged face. Lisa knew what the plans were for Scarlett and her heart softened, because here was a very special young lady. She was ravishingly gorgeous, wildly passionate, softly innocent and untouched in many ways. Lisa knew Scarlett was just discovering who she was and where she was going. All of that will soon be taken away and she felt her heart ache for what she will soon have to endure.

Lisa nodded her head and Candy toggled the switch lowering Scarlett into Lisa’s arms. She unbuckled Scarlett’s arms helping her gather her shaky legs underneath her. Lisa looked into passionate eyes, gently kissed Scarlett on the lips and said, “Now we begin”.

George and Candy surrounded her and held Scarlett’s arms as they steered her to a section of the cloud that seemed to appear from nowhere to begin the preparations. George was the hair stylist and after wetting it, began to cut her hair, leaving it long and luxurious tapering it to the middle of her back. Mostly he cut around her face to frame and highlight her beautiful eyes, her rosy cheeks, sharp cheek bones and full pouting lips. When he was finished cutting, he washed, dried and curled her hair.

Scarlett hadn’t planned on the wild passion or the hair styling when she came to cloudy sanctuary, but she was stunned when she saw the results. Her face still had her orgasmic glow, but her hair framed and highlighted all the best features of her face. Scarlett knew this was easily the best her hair ever looked, and she felt more beautiful than ever.

Candy was the makeup expert, but not just with her face. When George finished Candy took over experimenting with oils, emulsions and body makeup. She kept blending and trying colors until was happy with the color and effects on Scarlett’s skin. She took out a razor and made sure her under arms, legs and loins were all free of hair. Candy rubbed moisturizer over Scarlett’s entire body starting with her legs, then over her hips, ass and belly. Finally, she covered Scarlett’s breasts, shoulders, arms and neck. Scarlett had no idea why Candy was doing this, but it was soft, sensual and she was tingling all over by the time she was done.

Candy rubbed oil over her arms, legs, belly and back and then began her special body make-up. She started applying her special skin solution to her legs and worked her way over her body. Scarlett watched with rapped attention as her skin was being transformed into this satiny, flawless expanse of sensuous purity. Only Scarlett’s erotic goose bumps interrupted Candy’s flawless creation.

When Candy was finished her entire body had been pampered, massaged, her skin softened and reinvented. As Candy stood her in front of a 3-way mirror, Scarlett couldn’t believe this was her. Her skin was a slight shade darker, but every blemish or flaw had been erased. Her skin had a satiny polished look and she thought she looked like a living doll. The lady in the mirror was incredibly beautiful, regal, majestic and Scarlett was astounded that this was her. She looked in the mirror to the side and saw Candy, George and Lisa all watching her and smiling broadly like proud new parents.

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Hello my name is Matt, this story is related to you in the same words as was told to me by a Spanish friend.

My family has always been very united and affectionate. Angelica is my big sister and we grew up with great affection between us. We slept together in the same bed.

Angelica has beautiful tits and she is very proud of them. The clothes she wears, show them off nicely and she loves to do that. Although her tits were a lot bigger than mine, she was never selfish and she let me caress them and suck on them. Many nights in bed we played with each others tits and we mutually masturbated each other.

I loved to touch and squeeze them, they were so round and hard! I liked to caress them and then bite and suck them with great pleasure. As much as I could when we were alone at home I used to ask my sister:

“Angelica, can you feed me your tits?”. She would never deny my requests. When our cousin, Maria came to stay with us we thought it would be best to take care and be discreet, until we realised that she too casino siteleri liked to play around in the same way and we even found out that Maria felt the same adoration for Angelica’s tits as I did. So Angelica let her play with them as well.

By the time my own daughter became 18, she was very well developed in the suitable places, and that her made look very appetising. She reminded me (and reminds me) of Angelica on many occasions.

Many times, I had fantasies about her but I didn’t act on them. There was no way that she would feel the same about sex as her Aunty Angelica. Then, one Sunday, my sister came to lunch with her husband and son. I was arranging things after lunch when I entered one of the bedrooms just in time to see my daughter with Angelica lying in bed. Juanita lifted her head up when I entered. Due to her almost total nudity, I knew that they weren’t exactly chatting, but that Juanita was kissing her aunt and she must have had one of her hands amongst the creases of the undone dress of my sister fondling her slot oyna marvelous tits. My heart stopped beating for a few seconds. Later, Juanita and Angelica decided to go out for a walk. I watched them leave. Juanita’s hand rested on Angelica’s waist. Her head was supported on my sister’s shoulder while they walked through the patio like two lovebirds. I ran after them and I quickly got to behind a broken window. They were in the old servants house that we still conserved in the garden and both of them had their blouses undone, they were standing up and holding each others hands. My daughter looked at Angelica’s breasts, with those marvelous pink nipples that I knew so well. They started to kiss each other and, despite the distance I was at, I could see how their tongues lapped at and rolled around with the other’s. Suddenly, their mouths separated and Juanita lowered her head and started to touch Angelica’s nipples with the tip of her tongue. For a moment I saw myself, a long time ago, sucking in those nipples in the same way and with the same devotion canlı casino siteleri and horniness that Juanita was doing.

Then I heard, Angelica saying:

“Darling, we don’t have much time, let’s get to it.” Then Juanita stopped sucking and sat down on an old chair and Angelica took her skirt off. My daughter opened her legs while Angelica leant down until she had her head between Juanita’s legs. I couldn’t see everything that was happening but there was no need, I knew that Angelica was licking my daughter’s pussy and even perhaps penetrating her with her fingers. I could see though, how Juanita’s face was burning up with pleasure and moving her head slowly from side to side showing the ecstasy that she was feeling. Suddenly, Angelica got up and sat down on Juanita’s lap and started to ride her, pubis against pubis. They both moved with desperation until I saw my daughter’s hands tensing up on her auntie’s shoulders and in a short time my daughter was coming and Angelica said “let’s go”. It was too much for me to bear all alone. I had to go while they got dressed. It was wonderful for me to see their lovemaking. Later that day, I rubbed my clit and stuck fingers up my pussy thinking all the time about my daughter. I must have her!

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Chapter 1

Today marked a new chapter in Devante’s life. Today was move in day, and all summer Devante had dreamed about what life would be like on a college campus and today he would find out. He had only dreamed about getting out of his parents’ house and out of the watchful eye of his younger sister.

His only concern was being an African American going to a predominantly Caucasian school, but then again he always like a challenge.

Devante was your typical high school athlete. He was very handsome resembling a young version of Will Smith. He stood about 6’1 with size 13 feet. He had a ripped body with well-defined abs and a V cut that drove the girls crazy.

Even with all these good looks, Devante was still a virgin. He had had his fair share of girlfriends but for some reason he could never find that spark in the relationship. They’d give me head but he could never seem to keep his nine inch dick hard.

He was the first one to get to the dorm room. As he and his parents began to unpack, a forty year old man came into the room carrying a 42 inch tv. Shortly after, in walked his roommate casino oyna Spencer.

“Hey dude, you must be Devante” Spencer said.

Spencer was white but had a bronze glow thanks to his great tan, not to mention the fact that he was shirtless.

“Yeah, wassup” replied Devante. Together both families unpacked and shortly after departed for home.

Now alone, Devante got to know Spencer.

“So where ya from?” Asked Devante.

“I grew up in Manhattan, but when I was 11 we moved to Chicago” stated Spencer.

“Aww, word? I thought I heard a little New Yorker accent” said Devante.

“Get out of here. I don’t have a New York accent. Where are you from?” Spencer shot back.

“Whatever you say dude, but I’m from St. Louis. I hooped it up a little bit down there but wanted a change of piece so I decided to come here. are you hungry cuz I’m starving?”

After thinking for a second Spencer nodded and said “I’m down to grab some food, give me a second and let me change right quick and then we can go see what this campus food is all about.”

Spencer stood up and walked over slot oyna to his closet and grabbed some jeans and a t-shirt. He then dropped his basketball shorts to the ground revealing that he was not wearing any underwear. This caught Devante by surprise and his face clearly showed it.

“Oh, sorry dude! I usually don’t wear underwear unless I’m jogging or playing ball or something. I hope that’s cool with you.” said Spencer.

“Shit, I don’t care, it just caught me by surprise that’s all” replied Devante.

Even though Devante said he was cool with it, the sight of seeing his new roommate completely naked stirred up some feelings in him that he had never felt before. Of course he had seen other guys naked, I mean come on what athlete hasn’t, but something about this was different. Quickly spencer changed and they went off to find a dining hall.

After they returned to the room, they both started getting ready for bed. Spencer stripped naked and hopped in bed while Devante wore a white beater and some basketball shorts.

After turning off the lights spencer spoke up and said “please don’t take this canlı casino siteleri the wrong way but you are actually pretty cool. I was nervous at first. When I got your info in the mail about being my roommate I looked you up on Facebook and thought you were some kind of thug but I feel like you’re pretty cool and we are going to have a good year together.”

“Well, since you brought it up” Devante said, “after seeing all your Facebook pictures I was nervous too. I thought you were going to be some pretentious pretty boy frat type. I mean that one picture of you with all those guys…” Spencer bust out laughing.

“Dude, I was drunk and that was after graduation, but I understand.”

Shortly after, they were both fast asleep.

At about 3am, Devante was awoken by a loud crash, Spencer on the other hand was still fast asleep. Devante got up to investigate. He opened the closet to find that one of Spencer’s bens had fallen on the ground. As he picked it up to sit it back on the shelf a set of pictures fell out.

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This is my first time writing a story so let me know what you guys think. Please email me with any comments, questions, critics, or suggestions. I’m not sure if there will be a chapter 2 or not so let me know what you think. Also, let me know if you have ideas. Thanks for the read.

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The Burks continue to enjoy dinner

Chapter 5

Don finish his applause and sat back down at the head of the table. “That was a great start, but we aren’t done yet.”

“Mary, would you please escort Susan to the back and get her ready?”

“Of course.” “Susan walk with me please.” Susan got up and followed Mary out of the room.

Don waited until they were out of the room and said, “Bob, would you and Jeremy please come to the front of the table.”

Bob was very red in the face as he stood up, “You want us and my daughter to..!?”

“Yes, Bob. And from the look of your pants you really don’t have a problem with it. Am I wrong?”

Bob was very flustered. He had lusted after his daughter for a long time. He now had an excuse to do something about it, but felt very guilty at the same time. One thing was certain. His cock had never been so hard!

Jeremy is excited as well. He has lusted after his twin for years. They have been “playing doctor” since they were young. They had gotten so good at it that they were “board certified” at getting each other off using only their hands and mouths.

Susan had decided that she didn’t want to screw him until they were eighteen. He didn’t understand her hesitation, but he loves his sister and wants to make her happy. She is eighteen now and he has been getting more exited each day in anticipation of putting his cock in her sweet pussy.

“Gentlemen, please get undressed. Mary and Susan will be back shortly.”

Bob and Jeremy undressed and their erect cocks were very evident. Like father, like son, they both had long and fat cocks. Neither was porn star level, but both definitely had plenty to give the petite Susan. They each casually stroked their cocks while they were waiting. A primal reaction to the lust they were feeling. It was as if their cocks had decided for them what was happening next.

Don continued, “From this point forward neither of you will speak or otherwise give away who you are until Mary says so.”

Both men nodded yes.

The door opened and Mary escorted Susan back into the room. She was leading Susan by a leash attached to the color around Susan’s neck. Susan was wearing a black leather harness that followed the curves of her body. The leather circled around her pert tits leaving them exposed. From there two straps went north and attached to her color. Leather straps ran southward from under her pert tits and outward to where they were attached to the belt circling her waist. Suspenders dropped from there that held up shear black thigh high stockings. She wore no shoes and her clean-shaven Mons was very beautiful as it was fully exposed and highlighted by the leather.

Her blond hair was pulled back in a tight pony tail and she was blindfolded.

Mary led Susan across the room and positioned her in front of Susa’s father and twin brother.

“This young lady casino siteleri has been bad. Spank her ass.”

Bob and Jeremy moved to either side of Susan. Jeremy tentatively reached out and lightly swatted his sister on the ass.

“I said spank her!”

Bob reach out and smacked his daughter’s ass. Not too hard, but just enough to make her butt cheek pink.

Jeremy copied his father on her other butt cheek.

Susan began to moan.

That was all the encouragement her brother and dad needed. They continued to spank her as her moans increased in pitch and frequency.

Mary reached out and grabbed Susan’s crotch. Susan quivered as she rubbed her slit against Mary’s hand.

“On your knees,” she ordered and Susan slowly lowered herself.

“Reach out and grab the two cocks in front of you.” Susan reached out and waived her hands slowly until she could grab each cock in her small hands.

“Suck those cocks,” Mary ordered.

Chapter 6

Bob stifled his groan as his daughter started to lick his cock. She ran her tongue up and down his shaft. She slowly stroked his cock with one hand while cupping his balls with the other. Susan put the head of his cock back in her mouth and sucked lovingly. Bob looked down at his daughter while she sucked his cock and almost shot his load right then. She looked so beautiful with his cock in her mouth.

Susan pulled his cock from her mouth and said, “Whoever you are, you have a beautiful cock.”

She put his cock back in her mouth and began sliding her mouth down his shaft until she could take no more of his length. Susan worked her head up and down his cock slowly while jacking him with her hand. She was worshiping his cock and It was obvious she wanted him to come in her mouth. Bob was on the verge of giving his daughter what she craved.

“Stop.”

“Now suck the other cock.”

Susan turned her attention to her brother’s cock. As soon as she began licking his cock Susan knew it was her brother. She had sucked this cock many times. So, if she is sucking her brother’s cock, is it reasonable to assume the other cock belongs to her dad?

“Awesome,” Susan thought!

While Susan was sucking her brother’s cock, Mary reach out for Bob’s arm and pulled him away. With hand signals she indicated he was to lay on the table. When he had done so, Mary turned back to Susan and Jeremy,

“Stop”

Jeremy was on the verge of filling his sister’s mouth when she pulled back. Mary helped Susan get onto the table. She positioned Susan on her knees, facing her father’s feet. Her knees straddled her father’s head and her dripping pussy was directly over her father’s mouth.

“Sit on this face.”

As Susan squatted on her father’s face, he began to service her pussy. He ran the back of his tongue over her clit, licking down her slit, and plunging his tongue in her. She began to moan as slot oyna he continued to lick her sweet pussy.

Mary indicated the Jeremy should climb on the table in front of his sister.

“Suck this cock.”

Susan readily complied and began sucking her brother’s cock.

Susan began to quake as her father’s tongue brought her to orgasm. The idea of her father eating her pussy was nearly enough on its own to make her orgasm. She felt exponentially more aroused when he was actually doing it. She screamed around her brother’s cock as the orgasm rolled over her body. Jeremy was again ready to shoot his load down her throat.

“Stop.”

“Susan turn around and straddle that cock.” Susan complied and did not have to be told what to do next. She held her father’s cock up while she slowly slid her pussy down onto his shaft. When he was embedded in her she began to rock her hips, rubbing her clit against his pelvis.

Mary leaned over and untied the blindfold.

Susan looked down at her father and smiled. “Daddy! Your cock feels wonderful!”

Susan leaned forward and kissed her father passionately. Their tongues intertwined as she rode him. She raised up with her hands on his chest and began rocking and pumping his cock in and out of her sopping pussy. Bob reached up and began caressing her pert tits and rubbing her nipples.

Susan increased her pace. She overwhelmed by her lust and she began riding her father hard. She slid her pussy on and, nearly off of, his cock as fast as she could. When Bob pinched both of her nipples she lost it as her orgasm stormed over her. Susan lay trembling on her father in the aftermath of her orgasm.

“Susan make your father come with your mouth.”

Susan slithered up her father’s body until his raging hard cock slid out of her pussy. She then slithered down his body and got onto her knees. She reached out, grabbed her father’s cock, and began to worship it with her mouth.

“Jeremy, get behind your sister and fuck her.”

Jeremy got on the table behind her, positioned his cock at her entrance, and plunged it deep into her.

Jeremy had waited so long for this he wasn’t about to take it slow. He fucked his sister hard, and by the sounds coming from her, she was loving it. He pounded his rock-hard cock in and out of his sister. His balls sucked up against his body in preparation to delivery his load. He almost lost his coordination as he began to come.

Susan was sucking her dad’s cock as hard as she could while her brother was setting her pussy on fire. She had never experienced anything like this, but she knew she loved it. Bob and Jeremy began shooting jets of come into her at the same moment her third orgasm washed over her. The spasms of their cocks in her mouth and pussy made her orgasm continue until she slowly collapsed like a rag doll.

Susan was collapsed on her father’s legs as Jeremy pulled canlı casino siteleri his dripping cock out of her. As she lay there in her ecstasy, she did not realize she was talking, “Oh my god, Oh my god, best thing ever, Oh my god!”

Chapter 7

Another standing ovation ensued as the three gathered themselves up and climbed down from the table. Susan flew into her father’s arms and she kissed him hard, then sweetly. She then turned to her brother and repeated the process. They were smiling as they turned together. Jeremy’s come was visibly running down her thigh as they all took a bow.

“Burk family please make use of our bathroom to freshen up before we continue. We will see you in thirty minutes.”

Ron escorted the family to the opulent shower room. The room was huge and contained multiple types of showers. They ranged from gently flowing waterfalls to Hand-held. There were two hot tubs in the floor. Various couches, day beds, and uniquely shaped furniture were strategically placed around the room. The bathroom was as large as the first floor in the Burk house.

The Burks came together and all began talking at once. “Wait please. One at a time,” Ron said. “Your mother goes first.”

Andy looked at her family, “Have I done something evil? Have I gotten us into something you don’t want?”

She received a chorus of “No” from all of them.

“Are you all OK?”

Susan piped up, “OK? We are fantastic, amazing, ecstatic! I don’t have the words, but I have never orgasmed that hard or that many times in a row.”

“You are really hot mom! I loved watching that huge black dick fucking you,” Jeremy told his mother as he looked at her with lust.

Andy smiled at her son, “Yes, it was pretty great. I kind of lost track of things there for a while.”

They began to explore the showers. Getting clean was fun for the whole family. Susan called out to her father, “Would you wash my back daddy?”

“Sure sweetheart. I will be right there.” Bob turned to Andy, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her passionately. “I love you babe.”

Andy looked him lovingly in the eyes, “I love you too. And I love that you and Susan have enhanced your relationship. Now, go play with her and make her happy.”

As Bob walked over to Susan, Jeremy got under the waterfall shower with his mother. He was grinning at her when he said, “Mom, I would like to enhance our relationship as well!”

Andy pulled her son to her and kissed him hard. Their tongues intertwined as they “washed” each other with their hands. Andy paid special attention to washing her son’s tight ass and semi-hard cock. She was so concerned about his cleanliness that she got onto her knees for a closer look and a taste test. After a thorough rinsing with her tongue she determined that Jeremy’s now fully erect cock was clean.

Bob had similar concerns regarding Susan. He used his tongue vigorously to ensure her pussy was squeaky clean. The problem was that the more he cleaned, the wetter she got. It was a mystery.

The Burks were stirred up pretty good when they heard Ron, “OK Burks, time to dry off.”

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If you haven’t read the other parts to this story, I suggest you do. Please leave feedback. I want to hear from you. Thanks for all the suggestions I’ve gotten so far. -Jack

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“What’s wrong, Andrea,” her brother Jack asked.

“It’s Steve,” Andrea said between sobs, “We broke up.” Andrea grabbed another tissue and blew her nose. They were in the living room of the house they lived in with their parents, and sister Donna.

“What happened? You two seemed so happy,” Jack said, putting his arm around her sister as they sat on the sofa where they made love.

“I thought we were. I went over to Steve’s to surprise him, and I found him on the back deck of his house, giving the captain of the school baseball team a blow-job.”

“You know he likes guys,” Jack said remembering how he and Steve shared Andrea, and themselves with each other.

“Yeah, but I knew about you; I had no clue about Mike. I told Steve to enjoy him, because that’s all the sex he’ll get from now on,” Andrea said as she buried her face in her brother’s chest.

Jack put his arm around her, and lightly rubbed his hand up and down Andrea’s back. It was early in the morning, so Andrea was still in pajamas, while Jack was in a t-shirt and running shorts.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you last night, sis. I was over at Mary’s house kinda late. We were in the hot tub, and well, you know.” Jack didn’t want to elaborate. He didn’t want to rub in Andrea’s face that he and Mary fucked in almost every room in the house.

“It’s okay, Jack,” Andrea told her brother. “You couldn’t have done anything for me anyway.”

Jack smiled at his sister. “Yes, I could have done something,” he told her as his hand slipped under Andrea’s shirt, seeking out her tits. “I could have done this.”

His hand found its target. Andrea’s nipple was already hard in anticipation. Jack slowly caressed one of his sister’s breasts, lightly brushing over the nipple.

“Jack, please,” Andrea gasped, “don’t,” gasp, “stop,” she told him as her mouth sought his. Their lips met and their tongues searched for and danced with each other. Andrea put a hand on her brother’s leg, and moved up to find his cock and balls.

Jack broke off their kiss long enough to remove his and Andrea’s shirts. Jack had almost no hair on his muscled chest; while Andrea had great B-cup breasts that Jack couldn’t keep his hands off.

They resumed their embrace, and Andrea found the object of her lust, Jack’s cock. It was already hard, with a slight trace of pre-cum on the head. Andrea passed her hand slowly down the rigid shaft, and started to lightly rub her brothers scrotum.

“I love it when you do that, Sis,” Jack told her. He sat up enough to take of the shorts; he wasn’t wearing underwear. Andrea stopped to let him take off his shorts, but then returned to play with her brother’s manhood.

Jack kissed, licked, and nibbled his way down his sister’s face and neck. As he sought out the breast that wasn’t getting attention, Andrea took off her pajama bottoms. She was still wearing the pink thong that Jack had given her on the sly. He thought it showed off her ass better, and who was she to argue?

Andrea would have let her brother orally pleasure her tits, but she wanted his cock more. She leaned over, and kissed the tip of Jack’s cock. She then ran her tongue in a downward spiral around his cock to the base, where she sought out each testicle, and gave it a cute little kiss. She then returned to her main objective, replacing her mouth with her hand on her brother’s ball sack.

“God, you know I love it when you do that,” Jack told his sister. That was about all he could muster as Andrea worked her mouth this way and that way around his cock.

Finally, she took all of him in her mouth. She hadn’t been able to do that when they first made love. But thanks to having both Jack and Steve’s cocks to practice with, she could take her brother’s entire rod in her mouth without much trouble.

All Jack could do was lay back and enjoy watching his baby sister give his cock a tongue bath. He could feel his orgasm building as Andrea’s head bobbed up and down his manhood. “Andrea, be ready… I’m going to…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence. Jack’s orgasm consumed his attention as his cock erupted in Andrea’s mouth. Pulse after blissful pulse of his cock sent what always felt like a gallon of casino oyna semen into his sister’s mouth. Andrea did her best to swallow all of it, but a little bit trickled down her chin.

Ignoring his seed, Jack brought Andrea’s face to meet his in another round of kissing. He tasted himself in and around her mouth, but it didn’t bother him. “I thought I was supposed to make you feel better, Sis, not the other way around,” Jack playfully scolded Andrea.

“That did help me feel better,” Andrea said, with a mischievous look on her face. “But you can still help me feel better,” she told Jack as she started to lie back on the sofa.

Jack didn’t need to be told twice. He got on top of her and picked up where he left off. He worked his mouth over each breast equally. While he did that, his right hand moved down her body to her sex. He slipped his hand under the waistband of Andrea’s thong, and his hand slipped through what little pubic hair his sister hadn’t removed, to her dampening pussy.

Andrea, already breathing hard from the excitement of this taboo act with her brother, gasped as one of Jack’s fingers found her clit. Jack slowly worked his finger over her nub, and he stuck another finger into her slick cunt. Andrea gasped again.

After a few moments of manually pleasuring Andrea’s pussy, he wanted a taste of his sister’s love nectar. He shifted so that his face was even with his sister’s cunt. He pulled off the thong that he gave her as a memento of their first foray into the forbidden zone. He then kissed around his sister’s creamy thighs, zeroing in on her cunt.

* * * *

Donna hated working double shifts at the hospital, because it meant more money. It would be better money when she became an RN, but it also meant that she was dog tired, and wanted nothing more than a hot bath and her pillow.

Pulling into the driveway of her parent’s house she saw that Jack and Andrea were still home. I guess they’re lucky, and sleeping in, she thought. Well she was going to be joining them in the land of nod soon.

Donna quietly entered the house. She was going to go straight upstairs, when she heard some moaning and grunting from the living room. Oh, great, Pinky’s watching porn again. Andrea told her sister how she liked to masturbate while watching porn on the living room’s big screen TV. Donna tried to walk even more quietly, so that she could give her sister some privacy without embarrassing her. She looked into the room, and noticed the TV wasn’t on. And then she saw it.

Andrea had sat up on the sofa, very topless, and very into her sexual pleasure. She couldn’t see if her sister was fully naked, as the sofa faced away from the doorway. Donna moved closer, and watched as her sister bobbed up and down. She’s having sex, Donna realized. She also felt a little strange, because the sight of her sister getting laid excited her. Then, she got a real shock.

Andrea turned around, and disappeared on the sofa. Then Jack (!) appeared from sofa, and moved a bit forward, and was obviously thrusting his hips. Oh… My… God! Her brother and baby sister were fucking each other. Donna couldn’t believe it. In fact, she didn’t believe it. She thought is was an elaborate joke they were playing on her. Donna didn’t want to walk over to the couch to see that Jack was humping a pillow, while Andrea sat on the floor, trying not to giggle.

Andrea had a plan. She quietly backed away from the doorway, and went down the hall to the kitchen. She was going to sneak up on them by going through the kitchen, and into the dining room. The dining room opened out on the far end of the living room from where Donna had first observed the prank. It has to be a prank, she thought. They were always pulling pranks on their big sister. She was going to spoil this one for sure.

Andrea stealthily made her way to the dining room, after taking her shoes off in the kitchen. The dining room had hardwood floors that always made Donna’s hospital shoes squeak as she walked on it. When she got to where she could see the sofa, she realized there wasn’t a prank.

Jack was still behind his sister, making those same thrusting motions. Donna however, realized her siblings were naked, and that her brother just wasn’t thrusting; he was indeed fucking Andrea. And they were both enjoying themselves. “I want back on top, Jack,” Andrea told her brother. Jack pulled out, slot oyna and Donna could see her brother’s eight-inch cock, glistening with their sister’s juices, gave Donna even more conflicted feelings.

Absently, and without even thinking about it, Donna slipped a hand into her scrubs, and started to rub her pussy. The sight of her sister impaling herself on Jack’s pole started her heart racing, and she worked her other hand under her shirt and bra, and fanned her fingers over the nipple of one of her ample breasts.

Soon, unbeknownst to each other, Donna’s masturbation rhythm matched her sister’s motion on her brother. Their intensity quickened, and soon Jack’s hips drove straight up into Andrea, and his orgasm was accompanied by a primal growl. Andrea matched her brother’s growl with a shriek of her own orgasm. Then Jack and Andrea heard another grunt, coming from the dining room.

Donna, leaning against the doorway, slowly sank to the floor. The hand that had been on her twat was easing her down, while her other hand was still under her scrub shirt. They both guessed the obvious: Donna had orgasmed while watching them fuck.

Andrea jumped off her brother, and crossed the room to her big sister. “You okay, Pinky?” She asked. They both called each other Pinky.

“I’m alright. What the hell is going on here?” Andrea asked.

“I think it’s pretty obvious, Donna,” Jack answered crossing the room and getting on the other side of his big sister. “Let Andrea and I help you over to the sofa.” Andrea winked Jack at; he smiled back.

Slowly, they helped their sister over to the sofa. Seated, Jack and Andrea stayed on either side of her. “How long has this been going on?” Donna asked.

“A couple of months, give or take,” Andrea replied. “You aren’t going to tell anyone, are you?” As she asked her sister the question, Andrea’s hand slipped under her Donna’s shirt.

“You both know it’s not right,” Donna said. Jack slipped his hand under the shirt as well. “Mom and Dad would… Oh!” She stopped when both Jack and Andrea had each one of her breasts in her hand. “You guys, shouldn’t…” her voice faltering as they tweaked and pinched a nipple.

“Pinky, you look warm in this,” Andrea said. “Let’s get those clothes off you. Andrea pulled up the shirt over Donna’s head. Donna offered no resistance, because her sensitive tits were being pleasured. Jack moved to take his big sister’s pants off. Andrea replaced her brother’s hand with her own. After Jack got the pants off, Andrea straddled her sister’s lap. She leaned forward, and kissed her sister.

Donna returned the kiss. Her tongue delightedly “fought” with the invading tongue of her sister. Jack slipped a hand behind Donna’s back, and unhooked her bra. Andrea noticed the freedom of movement her hands now enjoyed, and she lifted up the cups to reveal her sister’s tits. Unlike Jack, Andrea had seen her sister naked more times than she could count. She always wondered how big tits felt.

Donna, for her part, was lost in the pleasure her sister was giving her. She broke off the kiss, and tossed the bra aside. Andrea moved to put her mouth on those delicious orbs that had been totally freed from their fabric prison. When Andrea flicked her tongue on one of Donna’s nipples, Donna felt an almost electric charge from the tip of the nipple, straight to her cunt. Donna reached out, and sought her sister’s tits.

Andrea would have none of it. She took Donna’s hand, and put it between her legs. Donna quickly got the message, and searched for her sister’s clit. Finding it and fondling it, Donna sent a similar charge up her sister’s spine.

Jack was enjoying the show. He watched with undivided attention as his sisters’ explored each other’s body. He could feel his erection returning, but wanted to wait for the right moment.

Donna pushed Andrea down on the sofa, and began using her tongue to map out her sister’s body. Andrea stopped her. “Why don’t we go to your room and continue this, Pinky? Come on Jack, you too.”

“Like you really thought you could keep me away?” was his reply.

They all got up, and went to Donna’s room. Donna had the second largest bedroom in the house. Because she could, Donna had bought herself a King sized bed. Although she used her desk to do written assignments, she did all her reading on her bed. Donna ushered them in, and closed the door.

Jack canlı casino siteleri and Andrea both jumped on the bed. Jack move to prop himself at the head of the bed, Andrea met her sister at the foot. On her way there, Donna removed her boy short panties, and Jack and Andrea got their first view of their big sister’s shaved pussy.

“Now where was I? Oh, that’s right. On your back, Pinky,” Donna ordered her sister. Andrea complied. Donna got on the bed, and with cat-like motions, she got close to her sister, and picked up where she had left off. She worked her mouth between Andrea’s breasts, and traced a lined on her abdomen with her tongue. She paused only to tease Andrea’s navel, which Donna knew was ticklish. While Andrea giggled and flinched, Donna raised her head, and plunged her tongue along Andrea’s slit.

Andrea felt like the wind had been knocked out of her, turned on by her sister’s trick. She would forgive her, because Donna was orally working her cunt magnificently. Donna shifted herself around, and presented her sex to Andrea. Andrea had never seen a girl with a shave cunt before, and this was something new to Donna since they went swimming last month. Tentatively, she passed her hand over the shaven area, and it was smooth to the touch. She then found her sister’s clit, and began to pleasure it.

Donna was really enjoying her first taste of pussy. About a year ago, she and a friend had decided while drunk one night to try out each other. Donna’s friend had no problem eating pussy, but Donna was hesitant to return the favor. But now, the smell of Andrea and Jack’s juices drew her to her sister’s cunt. She sighed when Andrea placed a hand on her twat, and nearly lost her breath when Andrea finally began to use her mouth on her.

Jack was enjoying the show. He was hard as a rock, but he was under the spell of seeing his sisters in a 69. Jack leaned forward, and added his tongue to Andrea’s on Donna. That was too much stimulation for Donna. Her hips drew up, and she spasmed as her second orgasm of the morning overtook her. Andrea knew she was soon to follow, and she tensed as she orgasmed, grinding herself into Donna’s face.

Jack, however, didn’t stop. He kept working his tongue over Donna’s clit, and then stuck his tongue in Donna’s hole and flicked it in and out. Donna cried out, and nearly fainted when she was overcome by yet another orgasm.

Jack smiled at his handiwork, but also made sure Donna was all right. She didn’t say anything, but turned slowly, and eyeing Jack hard cock, zeroed in on her objective. If Jack didn’t know better, he would have thought that she meant to hurt him. But no, something primal had overcome Donna. Lustily, she began to work over her brother’s rod, Tracing and licking it with her tongue. She then took all of him in her mouth, and unlike her sister, Donna again used her mouth organ to stimulate the underside of his cock.

Jack wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. “Donna, get on my cock, NOW!” Jack demanded, with a hint of plea in his voice. Donna grinned, slid her mouth off her brother’s tool, and said, “I thought you’d never ask.”

Donna straddled her brother, and lowered herself to his throbbing manhood. I’ve gone this far, I might as well go all the way, She thought as her brother’s cock entered her; the last taboo was broken. Donna didn’t care. Jack’s cock felt wonderful inside her, like it belonged there. She had planned to start slowly, but she was so worked up, she very quickly switched to a quick up and down motion on Jack’s cock. Both moaned, letting the other know that it felt blissful.

Andrea watched as her brother’s cock penetrated his sister’s pussy. She saw both of their eyes glaze over in enjoyment of each other. Andrea moved over to Jack, and lowered her cunt onto his face, where he immediately began to work over her clit. Andrea looked into the mirror behind Pinky’s bed, and saw the joy on her sister’s face. Then, Donna’s motions up and down became more rapid, and Donna suddenly dropped down on Jack’s cock. Throwing her head back, Donna yelled, “Oh fuck yeah!” as her orgasm overcame her. As Jack tensed up, Andrea exploded her love juice on Jack’s face just before he emptied his load into his other sister. Jack could feel his cock pulsing, as he came, and felt Donna’s vaginal walls tense around his cock as he did.

The girls somehow managed to lift themselves off of Jack. They then lay down on either side of them on the bed. He kissed each sister, Donna first, then Andrea. For their part, they kissed their brother, and nuzzled his chest. They fell asleep, still glowing from their forbidden tryst.

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I decided to add an after to this storyline, but don’t know if I will continue it.

I always wonder what happened afterwards on the one part stories I read on here. So this fills in that gap for you, my dear readers.

* * * * *

And Then What Happened?

Chapter Two

Carla stretched lazily, then winced as she felt how tender her pussy felt. Tim had been all over her for the rest of the day, and long into the night, fucking her again and again. He had carried her from room to room and taken her in positions Carla had never even dreamed of. The only time she had resisted was when he had tried to stick his cock in her ass.

Her favorite had been when he had draped her over the back of the couch and alternated between doing her doggy, then scrambling over to stand on the cushions while he fucked her in the mouth. She’d felt so used by the experience, but she had never felt more wanted, or closer to her son.

Squeezing one eye open, she saw sunlight streaming through the windows at the foot of the bed. She sat up, smiling when she saw the mess they had made of the sheets the night before.

Sliding over to the side of the bed, she got to her feet and staggered into the bathroom. She groaned as she sat on the toilet, her whole body feeling like she’d just run a marathon then back to back mixed martial arts matches. She felt like she had been stretched, twisted and pounded within an inch of her life.

She sighed happily as she peed, then wiped quickly and got off the toilet and stepped over to the shower. She turned it on, then went over and stood in front of the mirror while she waited for the water to get hot.

“Oh god…” She groaned when she saw the hickeys and love bites on her neck and tits, and she gasped when she looked down and saw the bite marks on the insides of her thighs. Spreading her legs wider, she stared in amazement at how puffy and swollen her pussylips were.

Shaking her head, she went over and stepped into the shower. She sighed happily as the hot water pounded on her neck and back, and she just stood under the spray for a few minutes letting the heat soothe her aching muscles.

Turning around, she adjusted the spray so it would cover her upper body as she leaned back against the wall of the stall. Her fingers moved down and spread the lips of her pussy, and she eased one up into her abused pussy hole, groaning as the tight passage spasmed around her probing digit.

When she pulled her finger out, she looked at it, shaking her head when she saw it covered with a thick layer of jism, mixed with a trace of blood.

She grabbed the hand wand and pushed it between her legs, holding her pussylips open with her fingers as she let the warm water shoot in pulsing jets up into her aching cunt.

After a few minutes, the water started to get cooler, so she shut it off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry off with.

‘I can wash my hair later.” She thought as she took her robe from the hook on the back of the door and slipped it on. She went out into her bedroom, and as she opened the door, the aromas of coffee and bacon filled her senses.

“Oh you beautiful little bastard.” She laughed as she walked down the hall, smiling as she went into the kitchen and saw her son standing at the stove wearing only a pair of loose jogging shorts. His back was to her, so she walked up behind him, slipping her arms around his waist and laying her head against his back.

“How you doing this morning honey?” She asked softly.

“I’m good.” Tim laughed, leaning back into her. “How’s my little mommy slut this morning?”

“Sore…and don’t call me slut.” She told him as she let her arms drop and stepped over to the coffee pot.

She poured a cup, then turned and leaned against the counter as she watched him working at the stove.

“So uh…how do you feel about…you know…what happened last night?” She asked timidly.

“I feel great! I mean, I loved every fucking second of it.” Tim laughed as he scooped bacon out of the pan and laid it on a plate covered with paper towels. “Your little pussy was so hot and wet, hungry for a nice fat co…”

“Oh casino siteleri my god Tim…how can you make it sound so nasty?” Carla gasped, staring at him. “Didn’t what happened between us mean anything to you? Was I just another piece of ass to you?”

“Fuck no Mom.” He laughed as he moved the pan off the burner and turned to face her. “You were the piece of ass I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember, and you made my wet dreams come true for me. What happened between us meant everything to me.”

He stepped closer and put his arms around her, hugging her warmly.

“You’re still my Mom, and I’ll always love you that way the most.” He said, looking her in the eyes.

“What if…what if we uh…would it bother you if we never did it again, if we stopped, and were just mother and son like before?”

“Not gonna happen Mom.” Tim said softly. “You enjoyed what we did last night as much as I did, and you needed a good fuck alot more than I did.”

He leaned back, smiling at her, letting his hands rest lightly on her hips.

“But if you say you want to stop, we can stop.” He said. “I can transfer to another school, and neither of us will ever be tempted to…”

“You…you would have to move away from me to keep from wanting to…you know…what we did last night…”

“We fucked Mom.” Tim said, smiling at her. “I stuck my cock in your hot, juicy little pussy and fucked you again and again. You sucked my cock to get me hard again, and I ate your pussy after I shot a load in it, then shared a honey kiss with you after I sucked our juices out of your cunt…”

“And yeah, I would have to move away to keep from wanting you all the time, and I think if you don’t feel the same way right now, you will. You’ll remember how good my mouth and my cock felt in you and on you, how my body felt against you, and you’ll want it again. If you think stopping is best, I can find somewhere else to stay until I can arrange a transfer.”

“Oh fuck Tim…” Carla groaned as a shiver swept over her. She felt her pussy getting wet as she listened to him, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to let him move away, and take his big, beautiful cock away from her. She laid her head against his chest as he held her.

“Tell me you want it as much as I do Mom.” Tim said softly, running his hand gently up and down over her back. “Tell me you want us to keep fucking, making love, however you want to put it. I want to hear you say that you feel the same desire for me that I feel for you, that you want me to be your lover, the man of your life, the most important thing in your world…”

“You are the most important thing in my world.” Carla whispered as she pressed her body against his. She had to stifle a giggle as she felt his stiff cock against her leg.

“And I do want those other things too honey.” She said, looking up at him as she eased away, dropping to her knees in front of him.

“I want you to keep fucking me, and letting me suck your magnificent cock.” She purred as she pulled his shorts down. His cock sprang up, and she wrapped both hands around it, staring at it in wide eyed wonder. “I want you to be my live-in stud, giving me this big beautiful cock whenever I want it.”

Even with both her hands covering the shaft, more than half of his cock stuck out over them. She moved her hands slowly up and down over the long, thick shaft, then lowered her head as she opened her mouth and took the swollen cockknob between her lips.

She moaned as the thick knob filled her mouth, and started moving her mouth up and down slowly, using her hands to work on the shaft. Warm spit drooled from between her lips, coating his cockshaft, easing the passage of her hands as they stroked up and down.

Tim smiled down at her, bring his hands down and wrapping his fingers in her hair.

“Make me cum Mom.” He grunted as he humped his hips forward, forcing more of his cock between her lips. “Make me cum in your hot fucking mouth and show that you want to be my mommy slut.”

“Fuck my face.” Carla grunted, pulling back and letting his cock slip from between her lips. “Use my mouth, and make me your mommy slut. slot oyna Cum in my mouth, and all over my face. If you want me the way you say you do, show me. Mark me…own me…make me yours.”

“Suck it slut.” Tim growled, tightening his fingers in her hair as he forced his cock back into her mouth. He started moving her head up and down as he thrust his hips forward, feeding his cock into her hungrily sucking mouth.

Carla choked as his cockhead drove into her throat. She fought back the gag reflex, breathing through her nose as she moved her hands, bringing them higher on his cock to control how much he could feed her on one stroke.

Her tongue lashed and swept around all over the underside of his cockshaft, and when he pulled back far enough, she would slash it all over the fat, dripping knob, poking it into his piss slit to gather up tangy droplets of pre-cum.

Tim groaned, marveling at how eagerly his mother was sucking his cock. She was working her hands, lips, mouth and tongue in such perfect syncopation that he could already feel his balls swelling as his cum filled them.

“I’m gonna cum soon mommy slut.” He grunted as he started fucking her face harder and faster. “I’m gonna shoot a big load, and I want you to show what a good little mommy slut you’re gonna be. Get ready…it’s almost time…”

“Mmmppphhh…mmmppphhnnn…ooh ittt.” Carla grunted around his throbbing cockshaft as she sucked it as hard as she could. Her cheeks moved in and out like a bellows, puckering in as she sucked.

She looked up at him, her eyes running with tears from the way he was abusing her mouth and throat. Tightening her hands around his cockstalk, she started moving them in time with her mouth up and down over the length of the throbbing shaft.

“Get ready…oh yeah, here…it…cuuuummmmssss!” He shouted as he felt the first fiery slugs of cum surging up his cockshaft. Seconds later, thick, sticky spurts of cum sprayed from his piss slit, filling his mother’s mouth to overflowing.

Carla choked when the first jets of jism splashed onto the roof of her mouth then poured down her throat. She coughed, and thick ribbons of gooey white cum drooled from her tightly clasped lips around his cock.

Tim threw his head back, roaring as his cum spewed in seemingly endless spurts into his mother’s hungrily sucking mouth. His hands jerked her head up and down as he pumped his hips at her face, jamming his cock as deep as he could get it in her mouth again and again.

He pulled back too far on one stroke, and his cock slipped from between her bruised, puffy lips. Carla’s hands didn’t miss a beat as his cock kept spitting ribbons of hot, sticky spunk, letting them rain down on her face, neck, and chest.

As the flow of cum eased to a trickle, then a slow ooze from his winking piss slit, she pressed his cockhead to her cheeks and started to rub the warm, gooey cream into her skin with it.

“Oh fuck…” Tim grunted, dropping to his knees as his legs gave out. Pressing his lips to his mother’s, he kissed her hungrily. His hands moved up and he jerked her robe open, filling his hands with the firm, spongy globes of her tits.

Carla moaned into his mouth, meeting his kiss eagerly as she adjusted her hands on his cock. She had never lost her grip on his throbbing shaft when he fell to his knees in front of her.

(-)

“Finish making me breakfast.” Carla said a few minutes later as she pushed him away and got to her feet. She moved over and sat at the kitchen table, idly scraping her son’s cum from her face and licking it off her fingers. “You should eat too, you’re going to need the energy if you’re going to give me the fucking I need and deserve after that blowjob.”

“You think so huh?” He laughed, moving back to the stove and putting the pan back on a burner. He adjusted the heat, then turned to look at her as he waited for the pan to warm up. “We fucked non-stop for more than eight hours last night, and I never ran out of steam. You on the other hand, fell asleep in mid-fuck, with my cock still buried balls deep inside you.”

Carla laughed, smiling warmly at her son.

“I didn’t fall asleep, it canlı casino siteleri just felt so good having your cock inside me, filling me more completely than any cock I’ve ever had inside me, I just wanted to lay there and savor it.”

“Ahhhhh, so that’s what you were doing.” Tim said, nodding sagely. “So I guess you started snoring as what, an expression of pleasure?”

“Okay, okay, so I fell asleep.” Carla laughed, blushing at being caught in such an obvious lie. “You wore me out honey. I’m not used to marathon fuck sessions like last night. I think that’s going to take some getting used to.”

“Oh, so now you expect me to fuck you for eight hours every day huh.” He laughed as he cracked eggs into the pan, stirring them with a spoon.

“Not every day.” Carla laughed, watching him move over and drop slices of bread into the toaster. “I think I could get by on maybe…I don’t know…three or four times a week. You are definitely going to be fucking me everyday, but I can let you slide a little on the marathon sessions.”

“That’s mighty kind of you mommy slut, I’ll try to live up to your expectations.” Tim chuckled as he went over and got cheese out of the fridge. He stirred the eggs, then sprinkled the cheese heavily over them.

“Hey, what’s the point of having a live-in stud if I can’t get my brains fucked out three or four times a week?” Carla asked as she watched him put the eggs on plates then add bacon. When the toast popped up, he buttered it and put slices on each plate, then brought them over to the table.

“I hope I can fuck your brains out every day, not just on the all nighters.” Tim smiled as he sat a plate in front of her and moved around and sat down across from her. “But you’re going to have to help me. You have to tell me what you want, what’s good for you while it’s happening to you, and guide me so I can give you the most pleasure in any given moment.”

“Wow, that sounds like alot of work.” Carla laughed. “You wouldn’t believe how hard it is to think while you’re cumming, much less trying to talk. It’s harder for women, we can have multiple orgasms, or at least I can, and it’s almost impossible to keep a thought in your head with the muscle spasms, the raw sensations surging through you, the fireworks…”

“Fireworks?” Tim asked around a mouthful of eggs. He put bacon on a piece of toast and folded it over, eating it like a sandwich.

“Yeah, you know, fireworks going off behind your eyes when you cum.” Carla giggled. “You can tell when that’s happening to me cuz my toes curl up and my pussy juices up and gets real tight.”

“Ahhhhh, so you had fireworks going off in your head when your pussy clamped down on my cock and juice squirted out around it every time I stroked in?”

“Yeah, I’ve never squirted, but I do get sloppy wet when I’m getting a goo…a fantastic fucking…like you were giving me last night.”

“You must have been cumming pretty often then.” Tim grinned. “Because your cunt felt tighter than your fist most of the time, and you soaked me every time I stroked in. Why do you think I kept pulling out and eating you? I wanted to lick up all that delicious pussy juice before it went to waste.”

“Awwww, and I just thought you did that because you loved me.” Carla laughed. “You kept pulling out after you pounded my poor little pussy with your big hard cock, then kissing it and making it better. I thought that was really sweet.”

“It was pure, self centered greed, I’m sorry to admit.” He said, shaking his head. “Your juices were like ambrosia, or the nectar of the gods. I’ve never tasted anything sweeter in my life. It seemed like I couldn’t get enough.”

“Mmmmmm, I’m glad you like it, cuz you’re really good at eating my pussy baby.” Carla giggled. “I hope you want to do that every day, even if you don’t fuck my brains out.”

“Let’s just see what happens.” Tim told her. “I think you’re going to be smiling alot more from now on if I have my way. But right now, you need to finish eating. I’m gonna want pussy for desert, then I want to just fuck the living shit out of you.”

“Oh my, that sounds like a plan.” She grinned as she piled eggs and bacon on a piece of toast, then took a big bite out if it.

* * * * *

Well, that’s it, the follow-up to Chapter One. I still haven’t decided if these characters will put in another appearance. We’ll have to see what happens.

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These two fictional people are as real as I can make them. I hope you like reading the story as much as I liked writing it.

***

It was the perfect day for a hike, especially for rainy Seattle. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and there was just a little bit of a breeze, but I was too nervous to really notice. I actually had butterflies in my stomach.

I hadn’t had butterflies in my stomach since I asked Bobby Railes to the prom, half a lifetime ago. He wouldn’t be my date, but he did go as my friend, and the whole night was great. He even gave me my first real kiss. There was no heat, just pure sweetness. I’ve been waiting for another kiss that sweet ever since, and none of the men in life so far have measured up.

The butterflies today were for Meaghan Williams, and it’s not just a high school prom this time; it’s my whole life. I’ve known her for a little over two years — two years, two months and nine days to be exact — and she’s been my best friend for most of that time. And I’ve finally realized I’m in love with her. Not the kind of comfortable, we’re good together in love I’ve had up to now; crazy, head over heels, can’t live without you in love. I didn’t even know that was possible until Meaghan. I thought it was a myth, something that happens in fiction, not real life.

And today I’m going to tell her so.

***

I met Meaghan in mid-April, the worst part of the year, at least if you like the sun. Spring was hinting at arriving, but it was stilly gray and rainy, like it had been pretty much nonstop since October. There were a few breaks in the clouds that day, and some actual sun shone through, but not enough to count.

I was going down for coffee on a Thursday afternoon with the usual crowd and we ran into the designers, like we usually do. I noticed a new person with them, and that it was a girl (the long white skirt gave it away), but didn’t think much of it — I don’t work with the designers much. The closest I come to UI programming is adding a checkbox to an options dialog every once in a while. So while my compatriots waited in line at the espresso stand, I headed off to the kitchenette to get myself a cup of tea. I go for coffee most afternoons with the guys, but I don’t actually like coffee, even the fru-fru stuff they make with steamed milk.

And then the long white skirt walked into the kitchenette and got herself a cup of tea too. “Don’t like coffee?” I asked.

“Nope. I get that it’s the big thing in this town, but I can’t stand the stuff. But I’m the new girl, and I want to be social and get along. I’m Meaghan, the new designer.”

And then I don’t know why, but I actually looked at her. Most of the time, I don’t really pay attention to people, especially female people. In a crowd, I might notice a man or two, especially if he’s tall, and keep looking if he’s handsome, but beyond that, people don’t really register. Meaghan did, for some reason.

She was average height — maybe five six. I had to look up at her; I always do. Her eyes were deep green, like the evergreen forests where she now lived, set in a round, open, honest face. Her skin was pale and freckled, especially across the bridge of her button nose. It would definitely get paler living in this city of rain. She wasn’t wearing much makeup, maybe something around her eyes, but she did have something on her lips, and they sparkled in the little ray of sun that made its way into the kitchenette. A mess of brown waves framed her face, with just a bit of red, not quite down to the collar. It was natural and elegant at the same time, like she could get out of bed, run a brush through her hair and immediately look great.

There must have been a body underneath that face, wrapped in clothes and holding a cup of tea in one hand, but beyond the blur of the long white skirt, all I remember is the face. And the hair. I was jealous of the hair.

I’ve come to terms with most of the physical bits of my genetic inheritance. I’m okay with being short and slim and built a little like a boy. I rather like my kinda-but-not-really-Asian face. It’s distinctive, even in this city of Asian immigrants, and I even think it’s kinda sorta pretty. And now that I’m in my thirties, I love getting carded every single time I order a drink.

But I’m conflicted about my hair. It’s black and straight, and it goes down to the middle of my back. I keep it that way because it’s the only way it looks even halfway good. I’ve tried cuts, perms, bangs, curling, everything; it all looks silly, or worse. A girl likes to have options, and besides a ponytail, I don’t. But Meaghan definitely had options. I could imagine her hair as anything from pinup to punk rocker to fairytale princess with just a little bit of effort, and I’m sure it looked great even with no effort at all.

I think I was actually staring at her — I hope she didn’t think I was a crazy person or something. We work at a software company, so eccentric (i.e. defective) personalities are the norm, but still. I casino siteleri tried to recover and look normal.

“Hi, I’m Sarah. I don’t like coffee either; I just need the break in the afternoon. I’m a dev, but you probably won’t see me very much — I don’t really do any UI work. It’s nice to meet you, though. I hope you like it here.”

I was suddenly sad that we wouldn’t be working together. She seemed like somebody I might actually have something in common with, unlike the other designers. They were nice enough, but I’m not really a hip Capitol Hill kind of person. I think maybe Meaghan had just a little bit of inner geek waiting to come out. I hoped I’d see her again at afternoon coffee, or around the building, even if we never worked together.

After that first afternoon coffee, my group ran into hers most afternoons, except on Tuesdays when weekly meetings got in the way. We said hello to them as everyone waited in line and chatted a bit. I always smiled and said hello to Meaghan, and she always smiled back. When people got their drinks, we’d sit at one table, and the designers a table or two away. I found myself looking over at Meaghan and wondering what she and the rest of the designers were talking about.

***

About a month later, Meaghan startled me when she walked into the women’s restroom — it’s usually empty. The male/female ratio in the building isn’t exactly well-balanced. Something was up, and trying not to be too nosy I said “I’ve missed you guys at coffee. I heard something happened last week.”

She looked about ready to cry. “There was a big shake-up, and I don’t know all of what happened, but everyone I liked left. Some people found other teams; some left the company. My boss is gone too; I don’t know where. I don’t think it was voluntary. I’m starting to think this job was a bad idea.”

I knew a bit about what happened behind the scenes, probably more than she did, enough to reassure her about her situation. “It’ll be okay — things like this just happen sometimes. You still have a job, and everybody’s happy with how you’re doing it. Steer clear of the drama and you’ll be okay. It’s only work.”

“I know, but I’ve only been here less than two months and now I have all this work and no idea what I’m doing, and soon I’ll have to deal with a bunch of new hires who are even more clueless than I am.” She was still upset, but calmed down a little and managed a smile.

I felt a lot of sympathy for her — I’d been through a crisis or two at work, and when you’re in the middle of them they always feel worse than they really are. “You can come talk to me anytime you want to. I’m not a designer, but I do know how this place works, and how it’s different for women. You know where my office is.”

“Thanks, that means a lot. Really.”

***

That afternoon, when I started rounding up the guys for coffee, I popped my head in to Meaghan’s office first. “Coffee?”

She hesitated before saying anything. I could tell she wanted to go, but didn’t want to feel uncomfortable around that many devs. So I cut her off before she could speak. “Come on — you need a break, and the guys never talk about work stuff at coffee. You’ll fit right in.”

She got up, still a little hesitant, and said “okay” with a warm little smile.

When we got downstairs, we headed off to the kitchenette together for the customary cup of tea while the guys ordered their espresso concoctions, and we went and grabbed a table while they waited. Meaghan didn’t say anything, but the tension in her shoulders eased a bit when I smiled at her as we sat down. Carl and Darren walked over with their coffees and resumed a conversation from earlier in the day — Carl said to Darren “Dude, you have to watch Spirited Away. I can’t believe you’ve never seen it.”

Meaghan jumped right into the conversation “Ooh, I love that movie. Did you watch it in English, or Japanese with subtitles?”

Carl responded “I watched it in English — it’s not live action, and they did a great job on the English voices, so it seems natural. I tried to watch it in the original language, but it was too hard to focus on the wonderful visuals while reading the subtitles.”

He looked over at me and smiled. “Sarah can probably watch it in Japanese without subtitles.”

My ears turned a little red, and I said “I can, mostly, but only if I really pay attention. Sometimes they talk too fast.” Nana keeps telling me I need to work on my Japanese, and she’s right.

Turns out Meaghan is an actual practicing artist outside her day job, and also a bit of a geek. Her knowledge of and interest in comic books, anime and the like are extensive. The guys were quite impressed, and her remaining discomfort vanished.

Carl’s office is right next to mine at the end of the hallway. He’s always been kind of like my work big brother, and he’s the one who started the afternoon coffee group years ago. When it was just the two of us walking back to our offices, I said to him “I hope you don’t mind slot oyna me inviting Meaghan to coffee.”

Carl replied “You don’t need to ask my permission, for that or anything else. You can do what you want around here — you’ve earned it. Besides, I like Meaghan. She’s the best designer I’ve worked with since Michael moved to Boston. She seems to have some idea what developers actually do and how software actually works — I think she had a CS minor in school or something. It makes the conversations so much easier. With most designers, it’s like I’m speaking English and they’re speaking German.” After a short pause, he added with a smile “And she’s quite pleasant to be around.”

***

So Meaghan the shy designer started coming to afternoon coffee with a bunch of geeky, mostly male devs. The guys were always really nice to her (she is a girl, after all), and her inner geekiness put her right at home with us and our typical conversation topics. Her video game tastes are eclectic, and line up with mine more often than the guys. She’s often more interested in the art than the mechanics, and generally goes in more for exploring and building things than blowing them up. We both agree that Psychonauts is an unappreciated masterpiece. She also shamed Carl into finally watching Firefly. She can even hold her own in conversation when we talk about work, even if her eyes do glaze over at some of the details.

And a funny thing happened — afternoon coffee became the highlight of my day, at least when Meaghan came. It had always been a nice break, but after that I started looking at the clock more often around one thirty, waiting for three to come around. On Tuesdays, the guys all had feature team meetings to go to — mine was usually Wednesday morning — so coffee was just Meaghan and me, and that made Tuesday the best day of the week.

Conversation got more personal when it was just the two of us — two girls talking is different from a bigger group of mostly guys. My whole life story came out first, which is unusual. I’m normally the quiet one, but around Meaghan I’d babble on about anything and everything and not feel self-conscious. I was born in Seattle to two Japanese-American half-breeds. Mom’s a marine biologist, and Dad’s a writer and English professor. They both worked at UW when I was growing up, so it’s natural that’s where I wound up.

Life was pretty normal until the middle of my junior year in high school, when Mom got a grant to study the effects of pollution on cetaceans in the Mediterranean. She and Dad had to move to the middle of nowhere, Spain, south of Barcelona, with about a month’s notice. I really wanted to go with them — how cool would it be to live in the Spanish countryside? — but I also wanted to be a programmer, and finishing high school and going to UW was the way to do that. So I stayed, and Nana (Mom’s mom) moved in with me. My parents came home for the holidays, and I went to live in Spain during the summers. The two year grant turned into five, and they moved to LA after that while Nana stayed here, so in a lot of ways, Nana’s been as much like a second mom as a grandmother.

I told Meaghan about everything else too — school; boys; work; playing the cello (not as well as I’d like); being female in this industry; men. Brian. I lived with him for over two years and we almost got married. I thought I loved him, and I thought he loved me. Life’s not always what you think it is.

Meaghan told me her story too, or at least the Cliff’s Notes version. Dad’s a plant manager at a factory in a smallish town in Michigan that makes parts for machines that make parts that go into other parts that go into cars. Mom’s a high school teacher. English, like my Dad. Two older brothers. Tim is doing well; Danny not so much.

She grew up drawing and painting and wanted to be an artist, but Dad pointed out that artists usually can’t pay the bills, especially without a husband. So she went to school to get a BFA in art and design. That should have been enough to make a decent living as a designer or illustrator or something similar, but the financial crisis hit right in the middle of college, and the market fell out, in Michigan worst of all. She scraped by for a couple of years on freelance and contract work, just enough for a master’s degree, which got her an interview here. Two days after her twenty fourth birthday, she was sitting in employee orientation at her new job, not knowing a soul and hoping she could be happy here.

She told me a lot about her art, and even showed me some of her work, mostly digital illustration. The pieces she showed me were typical of the style she’d been working in recently: sharply drawn and shaded cartoony figures, on top of colorful, dreamy watercolor-ish backgrounds, full of natural scenery and detail. It’s fun, and often quite lovely. She also paints, with real paint, but I’ve never seen anything she’s painted. I think her paintings are just for her right now.

The best part of the story, the part that brought a smile canlı casino siteleri to her eyes, was her niece Grace and nephew Sam. They’re her oldest brother Tim’s kids, and Skyping with them on Saturday afternoon was the highlight of her week. Missing them was the hardest thing for her about living in Seattle. Tim was looking for a new job somewhere — anywhere — outside Michigan, and Meaghan nagged him every week about how wonderful it is out here.

I knew there was more to the story, but at the time I didn’t know what. I figured it out later — I can be so dense — no mention of men, or even of friends other than one girl in high school. She was guarded with me, and probably everyone else, and I didn’t push.

***

On Wednesday nights, I usually get dinner somewhere near work, eat in my office or a conference room while watching a TV show or something, and go back to work for a few hours before going home. I like to cook, even for just me, but I also have a weakness for fast food — greasy burgers, teriyaki (it’s a Seattle thing), burritos, that kind of thing — so I indulge that weakness on Wednesday nights. I ran into Meaghan one week and invited her to join me, and it became a regular thing.

Meaghan was more relaxed in the evenings, and a little less guarded. One Wednesday evening, I was going on about some guy I went out with the previous week. It went the same way the rest of my (very infrequent) dates had for the past few years — with an early evening at home for me, and no second date. And without thinking, I asked if she had met anyone interesting. And male.

“Sarah, I’m gay.” she said, looking a little surprised I didn’t know.

“Oh, god. I’m so sorry sweetie. I had no idea. And here I’ve been babbling about men and assuming you were just shy and hadn’t met anybody.” I was mortified that I didn’t know something that important about somebody I thought of as a friend. My face turned three different shades of crimson. I can be such an idiot.

She looked at me for a while, like she was testing me. Apparently I passed, and she answered “It’s okay. Really. I am shy, and I haven’t met anyone, at least not anyone interested in going out with me. But if I did, it certainly wouldn’t be a man.” She smiled after that, to make sure I didn’t take it as a rebuke.

“Well, you deserve to find someone. And when you find her, I hope she’s really good for you.”

“Me too.”

***

After that conversation, the wall that I hadn’t even noticed she kept up in front of me was gone, and she told me the rest of her story. How it was easier to be friends with boys than girls, because boys were simple and girls were complicated. And then she started talking about Chrissy.

“She was a cheerleader and the captain of the math club — not something you see every day — but she had a hard time making real friends, just like me. We got assigned together as lab partners, and we just clicked. My junior year, I think she spent more waking hours at my house than her own.

So one day Chrissy and I were in my room and I was talking about kissing Nick Kelvin. I talked about boys a lot, and she let me babble, but she never seemed interested for herself. I said ‘It didn’t do anything for me. Nothing at all. I like hanging out with boys, but kissing Nick was just like kissing a tree. He seemed to like it a lot, but for me it was just … there. Maybe there’s something wrong with me.’

Chrissy smiled at me and said ‘Maybe you just don’t like boys, at least not that way.’ After a long pause, she added ‘Maybe you like girls.’ I was stunned. I had never even considered the possibility. I knew gay people existed, on some level, but they were completely outside my experience. Girls like boys and boys like girls. That’s how the world works. I’m a girl, so I can’t like girls. But something told me she was right.

And then she asked me ‘Do you want to kiss me?’ I just stared with my mouth open and nodded. ‘Then kiss me.’ I did, and it was wonderful. It was soft and sweet, and it made me go a little wobbly in the knees. It felt right, and I was so grateful. I knew she wasn’t in love with me, and that was okay; she was my best friend, and she gave me something I didn’t even know I needed.

Chrissy graduated a year ahead of me and went to Stanford. Senior year was hard — if there were any other girls at school or around town like me, I certainly didn’t know about them, and was too scared to look. So I shut down that part of my life until I left. College was easier — Ann Arbor is a pretty welcoming town, and I found out about the LBGT student association in the first few weeks of school. I learned enough there to know that I would be okay, even if life wouldn’t be easy, and I met people I could talk to.”

She got quiet after that, and we finished dinner in an easy silence. The next week, she told me about coming out to her parents.

“It was over Christmas my freshman year. Mom just cried a lot and hugged me and told me she loved me no matter what. I was a lot more worried about Dad, but he surprised me. Looking back, I shouldn’t have worried. He was always conservative and stern, but never hateful or mean. And he always showed me he loved me, in his own way.

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This is my first story, and I know it’s rather short, but I would welcome any constructive criticisms people may have. This story is based on a real event related to me by Gail.

*****

My husband Shaun and I were having one hell of an argument, when he grabbed his keys and left the house. What happened next changed everything.

First let me tell you about myself and Shaun, I’m 49, 5’10” and slim, Shaun is 6’4″ and well built. Shaun and I share our home with our son Jason, who is 28 and 6’7″ and again well built.

After Shaun left I locked the front door, but forgot to set the alarm. I then went up to our bedroom, sat on the bed and started to cry. After a couple of minutes I heard a tap at the door, and Jason asked if I was ok, when I didn’t answer him he pushed to door open and entered the room. As I continued to cry he came and sat on the bed and gave me a cuddle, saying it’s ok mum, I’m here.

I just laid me head on his shoulder and continued to cry. I didn’t notice at first when he put his hand on my knee. He then kissed me on the neck and said “there there mum”. I did notice when he moved his hand slowly up my thigh towards my hip, but didn’t think anything of it. He continued to kiss my neck, moving around the back, where I’m very sensitive. I really took notice when his hand moved up my side and into the open sleeve of my loose t-shirt and onto my bra clad breast. Why I didn’t stop him then I don’t know.

At the same time his face moved in front of mine and he kissed me on the lips, at first I kept them tightly closed, but he applied pressure with his tongue and I reluctantly parted my lips. Straight away his tongue darted into casino oyna my mouth, and I returned his kiss, inserting my tongue into his mouth.

I felt his hand working its way under the cup of my bra, and onto my breast. He started to roll my now enlarged nipple, making my gasp a little. Meanwhile his other hand had worked its way up to the crutch of my sweatpants, and he commenced to rub my pussy.

I thought I should stop this before it went any further, but something inside me wanted it to go on, to wherever it went.

His hand then made its way up to the waist band of my pants and then inside them, he discovered that I wasn’t wearing any knickers. I felt his fingers getting near to my clit, and as he touched it a moan escaped from my mouth. He seemed to know from then that he could do whatever he wanted with me.

He stood up and lifted the t-shirt over my head, reached round and unclipped my bra and removed it. He then slowly pushed me backwards onto the bed, reached down and started to remove my pants, at this point I made a half hearted attempt to stop him, but he just continued to pull my pants down and off my legs. He then stood up and removed his own clothing. It was them I saw something I hadn’t seen for over 15 years, and bloody hell it had grown since then, Jason was more than well endowed, a little bit bigger than his dad, but it was thicker by a fair bit.

Before I could say anything he kneeled down and buried his head between my thighs and started to lick my pussy, and he certainly knew what he was doing. He started by sliding his tongue along my pussy lips, stopping before he hit my clit, and then he inserted it into my, by then, slot oyna somewhat wet hole. Then upwards to my clit, which he also sucked on, sending shivers through-out my body.

I had to get hold of that cock, and now!

I pulled him up onto the bed, rolled over so that he was below me, I then moved so that he could continue to lick me whilst I slowly wanked his cock. After a couple of minutes I leant in and took it into my mouth, Jason groaned “fuck, that feels good” as I started to move my head up and down taking him further into my mouth. I felt him stiffen and then he shouted “I’m fucking cumming” as he flooded my mouth with his salty spunk. I had a hard time swallowing it all but managed with a couple of hard swallows. At first Jason just laid there, but then he really set to my pussy, his tongue darting in and out of my hole, then sucking on my clit until I started to buck up and down as my orgasm approached, just before i came he inserted a finger into my arse, and I came like never before.

I rolled of Jason and told him, if he was able to, to fuck me, and fuck me now. He moved over me, lifted my legs onto his shoulders and started to push his cock into me. Just then I noticed some movement at the door, it was Shaun!!

He was stood there watching as his son fucked me. I thought he was going to explode, but he put a finger to his lips, indicating that I should keep quiet. He then proceeded to remove his clothes, without alerting Jason to his presence. He moved into the room, suddenly Jason sensed that someone was there and looked round as he fucked me. Shaun just smiled and indicated that he should continue what he was doing. Jason then seemed canlı casino siteleri to become even more aroused and started to fuck me yet harder. Shaun told Jason to lay on the bed and let me get on top, which I did, Shaun that took hold of Jason’s cock and placed it at the entrance to my sopping cunt, Jason that started to fuck me again, I felt the bed dip as Shaun got onto it behind me, he pushed me forward so that I was laid on Jason.

I felt Shaun playing with my arse hole, and then he inserted a finger, followed by a second. This was driving me crazy and I felt disappointed when he removed them, but then I fell more pressure on my hole as he inserted his cock up my arse. He then commenced fucking me, alternating his thrusts with Jason. Soon I saw screaming that I was cumming on their cocks. Shaun told me to cum soon as he was almost there too, Jason piped up that he was close too. I didn’t care, I was past caring as my second orgasm of the night hit me hard. Then I felt as Shaun started to flood my arse with his spunk, followed by Jason filling my cunt with his.

After we had recovered somewhat, I asked Shaun why he wasn’t mad at me and Jason for what we were doing when he came home? He replied that it was something he had fantasized about for years, but had never had the nerve to ask me to do it.

At this point Shaun asked me to get on my hands and knees, so that Jason could have my arse too. I was more than happy with that, so moved to the edge of the bed, Jason got behind me and using his dads spunk as lube entered my arse in one swift thrust. Shaun moved in front of me and told me to suck his dirty cock, this I did willingly. This time the two of them timed their thrusts together, with Jason ramming his cock up my arse, and Shaun ramming his down my throat.

As you may have guessed, we spent the rest of the night getting to know each other even better.

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