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It had been several weeks since the Seniors Club had been formed. It was a resounding success for its six members even though no additional ‘cells’ had yet been formed. There had been several ‘meetings’ and most of the members were becoming more adventuresome as the weeks swept by. The autumn season was fast approaching and Laura wanted to do something more daring than had occurred so far at the ‘meetings’. She had become the defacto leader of this first, and only, cell and she wanted to expand the groups’ sexual activities.

As always, she used Gary as her ‘consultant’ and sounding board. She phoned him for any ideas to spice up the ‘clubs’ activities. After much discussion on what to do, Gary suggested a light S he would look into it and get back to her with what he discovered. Laura thanked him and hung up.

Gary had heard stories about local BDSM groups in the city, but had never actually visited any of the purported groups. His actual experience with S & M had been with Monique Caldwell, three years ago. Although they each had submitted to one another, it was a private excursion into the world of Domination just between Monique and himself. They had never considered visiting a Professional Dominant nor had they ever repeated their S & M experiences. He remembered that Monique had once mentioned a night club that she had heard was devoted to the so-called ‘Dark Arts’. *(see note at the end)

Making several discreet inquiries, Gary learned that a certain Adult bookstore in town sold a lot of BDSM equipment and he decided to check it out. He entered the store and began to look around at items that were offered for sale. When the manager was free of other customers he approached Gary and asked if he could be of help. Gary told him that he was looking for a BDSM group in town so he could find someone knowledgeable with the life style. After a long conversation with the manager, who checked him out with a multitude of questions, Gary was finally given an address of where to begin his search. It was the address of a very upscale and posh restaurant and nightclub called ‘The Dungeon’.

Gary drove to the nightclub and went inside. Sitting at the bar, Gary ordered a beer then began a long conversation with a very good looking bar tender named Sophie. After chatting with Sophie about several things Gary asked about how the club got its name, ‘The Dungeon’. She was hesitant to disclose the source of the name, fearful that Gary may be plant from the police, or worse; a religious advocate do-gooder type. Sophie pressed a button under the bar which called for the owner, David Gordon, to come to the bar. He introduced himself as the owner and Gary asked if they could talk privately. David led the way to his office with Gary in tow.

“Mr. Gordon,” Gary began, “I have an unusual request, but I don’t mean to offend you.” David listened cautiously as Gary told him the he represented a several seniors. He asked David if he could help him find a professional Dominant that might be of help in an S & M experience for the seniors he represented. David told him that he had received similar questions from others, but he didn’t know for sure if there was anyone who could help him. He admitted to having been given the business card of a woman that supposedly was involved with that ‘sort of thing’ and would look to see if he still had the card.

He stressed that anything that followed from this inquiry would be fully Gary’s responsibility. David feigned searching through his desk for a few minutes to find the card, and finally told Gary to he had found it. He wrote a number of a piece of scrap paper and told Gary to call it and ask to speak to a woman named Calista. David also told him that he would deny having given him the number to anyone other than the woman he had just named. He was very explicit in telling Gary that he was on his own regarding the woman and any relationship she might have with any form of alternative lifestyle. Gary nodded, thanked him, pocketed the scrap of paper and left the nightclub.

Arriving home he decided to call the number. After several rings a young woman answered the phone and asked why he had called. Gary explained that he had been the phone number by someone, named David Gordon, who told him to ask for a woman, named Calista, to retain her services. The young woman asked Gary for his full name and telephone number. Gary complied and the woman said she would see to it that someone would call him by tomorrow. She hung up and Gary was left wondering if anything would come of his request.

Gary’s phone rang the next day, late in the afternoon. The woman caller identified herself as Calista. She asked to meet with Gary at seven pm for dinner at the same posh restaurant in the city named, The Dungeon. He was to ask the head waiter for her table and they would meet over bursa escort dinner to discuss what services he had in mind. Gary was unsure of what was happening, but the restaurant she had suggested, The Dungeon, was very upscale. He had been there when he was searching for an S & M person and he wasn’t concerned about meeting her there. Gary hung up the phone and went to his bedroom to get ready to meet the mysterious Calista.

He arrived at The Dungeon restaurant twenty minutes early and went inside. Gary waited for the head waiter and asked for Calista’s table. The head waiter guided him through the main dining room and up the stairs to a semi private table. The table was located on the balcony at the top of the flight of stairs at the rear of the restaurant overlooking the main dining room. There were three tables on the balcony; each separated from the other tables by a wall. There were heavy drapes at the front of the walled enclosures which could give the diners even more privacy, if they desired.

Gary was seated at the table in the center enclosure. He had noticed that each of the table enclosures had a door at the rear of the small dining room. The walls were decorated in a dungeon motif featuring restraints on the walls, a facsimile small barred window and paintings of a ‘rack’ and other dungeon implements. Gary figured that the restaurant got its name from these paintings. The head waiter asked Gary if he wanted a drink while he waited and Gary asked if the woman, called Calista, had a favorite wine. The waiter nodded yes and suggested that a dark red Zinfandel was one of her favorites, especially at evening dinners. Gary ordered a bottle of the Zinfandel with two glasses.

The head waiter returned a few minutes later with the wine. He uncorked the bottle then went through the obligatory ‘ritual’ of pouring a tasters’ amount in Gary’s glass. Gary sniffed then sipped the wine and nodded his approval and the waiter poured a full glass for him. Glancing at his watch, Gary noted that it was nearly seven o’clock pm. Promptly at seven the door at the rear of the enclosure opened and out stepped a stunning young woman, fashionably dressed in a black cocktail dress. She had dark brown hair, green eyes, deep red lipstick on her lips and was about five feet eight inches tall in her pumps. He judged her weight at about one hundred twenty pounds. She had smallish breasts with hard erect nipples that pushed the fabric of her dress out smartly and a well shaped firm ass. She wore small earrings and a matching necklace that appeared to be diamonds.

“Hello, you must be Gary,” she said, extending her hand as Gary stood up, “I’m Calista.” Gary nodded as they shook hands.

“Hello…yes, I am Gary,” he replied as he held Calista’s chair while she sat down.

“Ah, a gentleman,” she said smiling, “Not too many of you around these days, unfortunately.” Gary acknowledged her compliment and told her that she was very beautiful. Her captivating smile told Gary that she appreciated his complimenting her too. Gary told her that the head waiter had told him about her dinner wine preference and he showed her the bottle. Calista nodded approvingly as he poured her a glass of wine. She sipped the wine and said “Perfect,” as she smiled again. “Let’s order first and then talk about your needs,” Calista said.

Calista ordered a filet steak, rare, and Gary had a New York strip steak, also rare. Both of them sipped their wine while Gary told Calista about the ‘Seniors Sex Club’. Calista was not surprised by the seniors need and desire for sex, but was pleasantly surprised that finally some seniors had done something positive about it. Their food arrived and they continued their talking about the short history of the club as they ate. Calista was all ears as they talked, fascinated that they had formed a ‘club’ devoted to seniors having sex. She was intrigued by the group sex aspect that enabled the senior members to expand their sexual experiences beyond the usual and mundane. The finished their meals and ordered some coffee while they continued their discussion.

“The reason I called is that the members would like to experience an S & M day or night with someone who really knows the lifestyle,” Gary told her as he related his experience of how he came to this restaurant and was given Calista’s number by the owner. Calista nodded, but unbeknownst to Gary, the restaurant owner had called her to alert her to Gary’s possible telephone call. “We are not seeking any hardcore nor extreme fetishes that could injure any member. We would just like to spice up our sexual experiences with a professional Dominant and have a lot of fun,” he continued.

“How wonderful, I think it’s a splendid idea. I think I can help you to realize your requests and I assure you it will be a safe experience for all of you.” Calista told him that she was indeed a professional Dominatrix and would be happy to provide the experiences that Gary’s group desired. She went on to explain her fees for the six people involved and that she might also have two female submissives assist her. bursa escort bayan “I gather by what you’ve told me, Gary, that your members are very discreet and can be trusted not to reveal the experience, or my involvement, to anyone other than the ‘club’ members.” Gary nodded ‘yes’, as Calista continued to speak.

“I think this will be a fun experience for all of us,” she smiled. “I would like to start with a tour of my facilities so they can see what implements and toys are available and how they might be used on devoted lifestyle people. Next, I will develop a ‘light S & M’ program for you and your members that they will always remember, yet stay within the safety boundaries you explained earlier, Gary.” Calista explained that she would provide the place and time for the ‘event’ and to plan to spend several hours at her Dungeon. She would provide Gary with a map to get to the site and that she would call him with the available dates for their S & M experience.

Calista called their waiter for the check, but Gary interceded and told her that gentlemen never allow a lady to pay for dinner. She conceded with a lovely smile and Gary paid the check and left a generous tip as Calista stood up and shook his hand again, reminding him that someone would call him in the next few days. Her lovely smile nearly melted Gary again, as he watched her depart through the same door through which she had arrived. Pleased with himself and the arrangements he had made, he decided to call Laura and tell her about his meeting with Mistress Calista.

Gary received the call from Mistress Calista on the very next day. She told him that the seniors’ club S & M session was scheduled for the upcoming Saturday afternoon, promptly at one o’clock pm at her estate. She gave him the driving directions to her estate with instructions to arrive in a single car. Further, they were to dress casually, and none of them were to wear any underwear. Gary called a meeting of the club that same night and the six of them met at a small lounge downtown. Laura introduced their meeting topic and Gary related his meeting with Calista. He told them what the arrangements would be including the fee, the dress requirements and a single car to transport them to Mistress Calista’s estate. Brian volunteered to drive his Navigator SUV and he would pick them up at the parking lot of the new mall near the department store. The group was very excited about the prospect of an S & M meeting and asked Gary about the beautiful Dominatrix, Mistress Calista. Gary further explained that Mistress Calista would begin the session with a tour of her facilities. She would have two female submissives assist her, that the seniors’ safety was a priority and she too wanted the club members to have a fun experience. They talked excitedly about their upcoming adventure for nearly two hours before they adjourned to each go home.

Saturday seemed to take forever to come around for all of them. They met at the mall, parked their cars and assembled into Brian’s SUV. They drove off to the interstate and were on their way with some apprehension in each of them. After nearly two hours of driving, they pulled off the interstate to a county road for a few minutes then onto a small country lane. They drove through a heavily forested area then followed a high stone wall for over a mile before coming to a heavy wrought iron gate. Brian stopped at the locked gate and pushed the intercom button. A male voice answered and asked their business. Brian told the voice they had an appointment with Mistress Calista and the gate slowly swung open to let them enter the grounds.

They drove for another ten minutes through a winding driveway surrounded by thick forest. Soon the trees and under brush parted to reveal a huge country manor home that resembled a medieval castle complete with a huge stone tower. Brian drove to the main entrance where a man awaited them. The man introduced himself as Eric and said he was an associate of Mistress Calista. Eric directed Brian to the side of the house to park and told them to knock on the door at the Tower Dungeon entrance. Excitedly, the six club members got out of the SUV, walked to the door that Eric had indicated and knocked on the heavy oak door.

The door creaked open to reveal a young woman with dark brunette hair showing under her hooded terrycloth robe. She smiled and introduced herself as Ella, a live in submissive to Mistress Calista. She invited them into the Tower ante room then closed the door. Ella told them to remove all of their clothes and leave them on a side table in the ante room and to each kneel on one of the six pillows on the stone floor. When they were all naked and kneeling, Ella placed a leather collar around each of their necks and locked it. She removed her terrycloth robe to disclose she was naked. The six seniors were astonished with Ella’s beauty. Her supple form and dark brunette hair framed her stunning body. They marveled at her very shapely naked body which measured around five feet, six inches tall. She appeared to be in her late twenties with a shaved escort bursa pussy, lovely thirty six C cup breasts, well shaped with no discernable sag and hard erect nipples.

Just as the seniors were coming to an appreciation of Ella’s nakedness, another young naked woman entered the ante room carrying two long hand chains with three smaller chains hanging from the end of the two longer chains. “This is Beth, another of Mistress Calista’s live in submissives,” Ella announced. Beth was equally as stunning as Ella. Beth had dark eyes that sometimes appeared to be black. She was twenty five years old, weighed one hundred and twenty pounds and was five feet five inches tall. She wore her jet black hair straight which fell to the center of her back and she too had a shaved pussy. Her breasts were a wonderfully shaped thirty four C cup with areolas the size of a fifty cent coins and hard protruding nipples. Beth attached the three smaller chains to a ring in the seniors’ leather collars then handed Ella one of the chain and kept the other in her hand. The seniors immediately recognized that the chains were actually leashes.

Both Ella and Beth kneeled on the stone floor to await their Mistress. Soon the sound of heels clicking on the stone floor resonated throughout the ante room as Mistress Calista entered wearing a floor length red and black silk cloak. She stopped in front of Ella then Beth, as each of the women opened Calista’s cloak to kiss her pussy in homage to their Mistress. The seniors gasped when Calista removed her cloak to stand naked. She held the cloak out away from her body and Ella jumped up to catch it just as her Mistress released it. Ella hung the cloak on a wooden hook, retrieved the leash and resumed kneeling. Calista smiled as the seniors kneeled with mouths agape at what they had just witnessed. Their eyes trailed all over Mistress Calista’s marvelous naked body. She was five feet, five inches tall, about one hundred twenty five pounds, barely thirty two B small titties, hard erect nipples, shaved pussy, a long clit and a tight firm ass.

“Welcome to my home,” Calista began, “I am your Mistress Calista for the next few hours as you enter the realm of my world…the dark arts of S & M.” None of the seniors missed the emphasis Calista put on the word ‘your’ Mistress. They listened intently as she continued, “You will tour my S & M facilities, see the various instruments used to provide infinite pleasure with some accompanying sweet discomfort and pain. The later will be held to a minimum since this is your first experience with S & M. You will only speak when it is appropriate for you to give a response to questions asked of you. You will answer ‘Yes Mistress’ or ‘No Mistress’ unless another response is indicated. Sounds from discomfort or pain such as groans, crying out and such are exempt from the yes/no Mistress rule.

“You will follow my commands immediately, as obedience to my will is paramount,” Calista continued. “If at any time any of you decide that the demands levied on you are more than you can bear, you can speak the word ‘Enough’ and everything will stop for you only. The word ‘Enough’ is what we in this lifestyle call a ‘safe word’. This prevents injury or illness and if you are truly suffering, I encourage you to use it. The session today is a learning and fun experience for this Seniors Club, and I don’t want anyone hurt or becoming ill. Once used, the submissive that used the word, will be excused from the activity that prompted use of your safe word. If you want to resume with follow on activities you may do so, since this is a trial experience for all of you.”

Calista whirled about and called out to Ella and Beth to have the seniors stand and lead them by their leashes to the Tower Dungeon. Mistress Calista climbed the stone steps at a pace that accommodated the seniors and soon all were at the top of the steps. Eric met them at the Dungeon door and it creaked aloud as he opened the heavy oak door. Ella and Beth led the group into the Dungeon while Eric turned the dim lights on. The seniors looked about to see the various implements of discipline, pain and torture that Calista had accumulated. The walls were covered with straps, crops, whips, restraints and chains of various lengths with clamps on their ends. Several overhead chains dangled from the ceiling and the Dungeon contained other items such as special benches, X frames, special chairs, slings and pedestals.

Another wall displayed dildos, butt plugs, strap-on harnesses, chastity belts for both women and men, various leather and steel restraints and many other items that none of the seniors could identify. The seniors had an eerie feeling come over them as they wondered to themselves if some of the more painful looking devices would be used on them today. As they continued to walk through Calista’s Dungeon they could see ropes, rawhide cords, elastic cords, paddles, gags, hoods, various weights, stocks, cages and other implements that they could not identify. Each of them began to question whether this S & M adventure was such a good idea. They saw a king size bed in the corner of the Dungeon with manacles and steel rings in the head and foot boards of the bed. Quickly, they realized the value of the safe word that their Mistress had stressed to them earlier.

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My mother is the shyest person I know. She’s a lovely person with a beautiful heart but quiet is loud for her. It’s only in the last six months that she’s even taken to being called Beth; it was always Elizabeth. Probably a lot of it stems from her formal upbringing and domineering parents. They told her what to wear, what to say and even whom to marry.

That didn’t work out so well. He left her and me and my older brother Corey after four years. She loved us both but she spoiled me; she held on to me for all my eighteen years – literally. When I was younger I thought everybody’s mother sat with their arms around their daughters and held them all night long. I was her ‘baby doll’, her Jenna. It may have been strange but I always knew I was loved.

We lived a typical suburban life until I discovered the deep feelings that welled beneath my mother’s quiet exterior. I know when you tell a story the characters should change or grow to make it interesting but this isn’t about a ‘character’ it’s about my mother and she’s still shy and quiet even when we make love.

The handful of people in whom I’ve confided always ask how we first became intimate. That’s not what this is about but I’ll give you the short version. She loves to read and she instilled that love in me. She has a hundreds of books in her bedroom and one day I was flipping through the paperbacks when something behind them fell. I fished it out and it was a book on incest.

It was written by a Stanford researcher and I was intrigued and took it to my room where I spent most of the night caught in its spell. The book had three parts. I didn’t read any of the first part because I found it too upsetting. It dealt with abusers. I don’t believe in the death penalty but anyone who forces sex on a minor should be shot – but only after they suffer the tortures of the damned. The second part talked about consensual loving relationships between adults and the third was interviews with couples.

The interviews got to me. I was excited by them because they resonated in me. People were talking about thoughts and feelings that I was trying to come to grips with myself. This wasn’t fiction but real people who loved and wanted and acted despite societies prohibitions. That was the first night I ever masturbated with my mother’s picture in my mind: sucking her daughter and her daughter sucking her. I went out the next day and bought five books of incest erotica.

I debated with myself if I should tell Corey how I felt. Corey was everything an older brother should be. I could talk to him and I always knew that whatever he did or said was because he wanted the best for me. So it wasn’t a shock when I came home early one day and saw them kissing with his hand under her blouse – it was devastation. I couldn’t breathe for two days.

I don’t want to mislead you because I know that in most of the stories I read everyone ends up fucking happily ever after. We don’t all end up in bed together and Corey and I kiss on the cheek once a year on our birthdays. I did talk to him though – about everything.

Corey lived in the next town and I just couldn’t say these things face to face so I called him. We bursa escort talked for two hours the first time. I can still remember almost every word. I said, “Corey, what’s up with you and mom and please don’t say ‘what do you mean’?”

He hesitated and asked me, “What do you know?”

“I saw you Monday at the house.”

“Ok Jen…look, it’s not a big thing anymore. About a year ago we sort of got involved and now it’s a very ‘once in a while’ thing.”

“How involved Corey?”

“How much detail do you want Jen?”

“I want it all and I promise I’ll tell you why later but I want it all.”

“Oh God…all right, you asked for it. It started the weekend you went to Diane’s. Mom didn’t want to stay alone and she asked me to stay over. The first night I heard noises coming from her room and I thought she was having a nightmare or something but when I got up to door I heard her masturbating with a vibrator. I got turned on when I heard her come. We spent the next day together and all I could do was look at her body. That night I heard the vibrator going again and I walked in and took her hand and put it between my legs. I said to her, ‘mom why are you using that plastic thing when I have this for you’?”

“She went on about how we shouldn’t but she didn’t put up much resistance. I knew she was pretty lonely. It went on for a while but she’s very conflicted about it. Most of the time she refuses me and she’s never initiated sex between us but I can tell when she wants to be touched. On Monday when I came over she was in her nightgown and I went up behind her and kissed her shoulders. I unbuttoned her and when she was naked she sort of covered herself with her hands and said, ‘Corey I shouldn’t let you do this to me’.”

“I said, ‘Do what ma?’- we go through that every time I touch her.”

“I put myself on her and probably said things like: ‘You mean putting my fingers in you or kissing your neck or this…’ then I put myself in her and asked her if I should stop. She usually moves on me for a little while and then says, ‘yes stop…please stop’ so I stop. I don’t think she came more than twice in all those months but usually she touched me until I came. Well Jenna I guess that’s more than you bargained for.”

That was the second time in a week that I had held my breath for so long I was dizzy. I finally told Corey about my feelings for mom and he said, “Man this is a new definition for ‘nuclear family’… Jen I don’t know what to tell you except maybe you should wait until you’re a little older before you get involved with something like this.”

“I know Corey but I’m not a kid and I know what I feel. The only good relationships I’ve ever had were with other women and I just love her so much.”

“Just curious Jen, did you have a thing with Mrs.Canavo?”

“For a little while.”

“Yeah I thought so…anyway maybe with mom it’s just because you’re so close and it’s not really…”

“Corey, if you’re going to be stupid it’s not going to help me at all. I know the difference. Just tell me how I should tell her.”

“Well…if you’re serious then don’t talk to her about it because she’ll just talk forever about how you shouldn’t and bursa escort bayan she shouldn’t – even if she wants you that way… I don’t know…just kiss her or something.”

I thought about what he said and didn’t think I could just walk up to my mother and stick my tongue in her mouth – but it almost happened that way. About a week later it was a Friday night and mom had made my favorite pasta concoction and lemon pie. We were watching a video and I just hugged her and said, “Mom I love you. You really take good care of me.” I kissed her soft lips quickly and told her, “I want to take care of you too.”

I held her around and she buried her face in my neck “Sweet Jenna” she said. I felt a few warm tears and kissed her longer. She didn’t protest.

My mother’s touch was gossamer and her hands were velvet on my skin. We touched for a long time and I undressed her. She didn’t protest.

I searched out her wet center with my tongue and found sweet honey dripping for me. I lifted her hood and kissed inside the opening flower. Her pink nub responded and swelled. I took my mother in my mouth. She came for me. She didn’t protest.

We made love for hours. We had love for hours. We were love for hours.

My mother beautified my breasts with her words and touch. My nipples engorged for her. When she loved me with her fingers my clit filled for her. My first orgasm astonished me when I came in her mouth. I didn’t expect it so quickly and it hit like a bolt of electricity. She soothed me with my second and loved me into my last.

Before dawn she tried to ‘confess’. “Jenna I have to tell you something… it’s over now but I was with…”

I stopped her. “I know mom…none of it matters…only this matters.”

“This” is what we shared for two years until she met Mr.Almendros and didn’t that make my brown eyes green. He was a new lawyer at the firm where mom was a legal secretary. It started with Mr. Almendros this and Mr.Almendros that. When I got ‘twitchy’ every time she’d mention his name, mom took the hint and stopped talking about him. That didn’t keep her from going to concerts with him every few weeks.

When I brought it up it was always ‘nothing’ and when she came home late it was always ‘coffee’. One night after having love with my mother I asked her if she still wanted men. She hesitated and said, “Well I guess I’m attracted to men if that’s what you mean but that has nothing to do with us Jenna. I love you.”

I thought about it a lot and I wondered what it must be like to be ‘Bi’. I couldn’t imagine it. It’s hard enough to be assessing your sexual feelings towards half the people you meet. What could it be like to have the whole fucking world on your plate? At any rate I probably never went in to it with mom because I was afraid of what I might hear.

That didn’t prevent me from going into it with me – ad nauseam. I imagined everything imaginable and then some. The green eyed monster started to show its ugly head when we were in bed. Mom didn’t understand my roughness with her. She thought it was a ‘sex’ thing for me so she let me do her to the point of soreness.

When I finally met Mr. Almendros I was fit to kill. escort bursa City Museum had a showing of Van Gogh and we all went. Mom was off looking at something and Mr. Almendros was attempting to be charming. It wasn’t working. When he started telling me what a terrific woman my mother was he finished with, “She’s a real hot ticket.”

That finished me. This dickhead is telling me my mother’s a ‘hot ticket’? I wanted to say “Screw you Mr. A… (Not Almendros) but I just walked away.

When we got home I was furious and on the verge of tears. My mother came to kiss me and I lit into her. “You bitch, how could you sleep with that…?”

She turned pale and said, “Jenna what are talking about?”

I blubbered into a long probably incoherent ramble: “Sure, you don’t know…he told me what a ‘hot ticket’ you are so why don’t you just go and screw him… how could you go to bed with him and then sleep with me…you don’t care…On and on I went until my mother stopped me.

When the color returned to her face she laughed. “Baby doll…sweetheart… I never slept with him or anybody else since the first time with you. I would never do that to you; you’re my love. I don’t know what he told you but all we do is talk. Maybe I told me more than I should have about my ideas on sex but it was always in general, never personal. I don’t know what else he could mean by ‘hot ticket’ except that. Oh baby, come here.”

I knew by just looking at her face what an idiot I’d been. She kissed me endlessly only stopping to joke, “I’m a bitch huh?”

“I’m sorry mom…” She stopped my mouth with kisses.

It was the first time in my life I ever had ‘make-up’ sex with anyone. I can almost understand why couples fight. The intensity was amazing. Wherever my mother touched me the nerve endings fired. I no longer had sensitive spots. My whole body felt like the ends of my nipples.

I made her wet and she made me drip. Her naked body felt like velvet against mine. She ran her soft hands down my back as we kissed. She caressed my ass and put a finger to the smaller opening. She teased it and I was relieved and pleasured when her finger went in. She had never done that and I told her “That feels good mom…I like it…I like your fingers in me…”

“Yes sweet Jenna…I’m here for you…whatever you want my baby…”

She touched me forever and I climbed to a place I’d never been. I shifted my position on the bed so we could be in each other’s mouth. I licked her thighs and the perfumed heat came off her body. I tasted the juice that was so sweet to me, the juice that sat in fine droplets on the ends of her pubic hair. She slathered the opening I kept shaved for her. She loved to run her tongue along my bare pussy. I loved her to run her tongue along my bare pussy.

As she sucked on me I heard myself calling her over the ecstatic rush in my head. “Mother…mother…mother…”

When we make love this way I usually try to time myself to come with her. This time I was lost to time. All I could do was feel: her tongue rubbing my clit, her finger in me, her flower in my mouth. I don’t know who came first but I heard us both moaning for what seemed an eternity. The memory of us loving each other through that night gets me through a lot of days.

We’ve had love together for three years now and mother is still the most quiet, shy and sweetest person I know. Sometimes it’s wonderful when things don’t change.

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Author’s Note:This is a sequel to “A Week On The Lake” and “Snowed In.” A few of the characters in this story appear in the “Lucky Cable Guy” stories also. Readers of my previous stories will already be aware that sometimes my group sex scenes involve guys messing around with each other, “so if that doesn’t seem like your particular brand of vodka, help yourself to as much food as you like, and have a safe journey, no hard feelings. Otherwise, come with me.”

Special thanks to SpotInTheSand for story consultation and editing. Check out his stories. They’re excellent.

Additional thanks to Stonehammer69 for ongoing story consultation and idea brainstorming. He’s also got a couple of stories posted so go read them and tell him in the comments to keep the chapters coming!

Here is a quick refresh on who is who:

Jack’s Cabin:

Will – Our protagonist

Eva – Will’s girlfriend of one year

Jack – Will’s best friend. His family owns the cabin

Sophie – Jack’s long-time girlfriend, now fiancee

Maggie – Jack’s cousin by marriage

Dani and Kristen – Maggie’s friends

Next door neighbors

Mike and Tara

Josh and Liz

Kaylee’s group

Kaylee and Connor (this takes place the summer before “Connor’s Senior Year”)

Jill and Tommy

Jess and Roger

Katrina and Tyler

Saturday. Last full day at the lake.

I swear to God I actually pinched myself when I woke up Saturday morning in between Becky and Eva in bed. My girlfriends were both still asleep, having insisted that we initiate our new and frankly insane three-way relationship with a vigorous and fantastic threesome. Becky had responded to our invitation to join our relationship with an emphatic affirmative, and while we had decided to table the more awkward and difficult discussions of what this would mean to our lives going forward, we were all too excited not to celebrate.

It seemed ridiculous that I could have an erection again after the spectacle and festivities of the night before on Bonfire Island, but here I was. But with Becky and Eva snoring softly on either side of me, I didn’t want to disturb them, so I carefully and quietly extracted myself from the pile and left the room, pulling the door shut behind me. A shower might be just the thing I needed to start to sort out my own head.

First among my worries was Todd. He was a good friend, and even though Becky had assured me that their break-up had been mutual, I was worried about being too celebratory around him at the dawning of my relationship with his ex-girlfriend. It had only been a couple of weeks since they had called it quits after all. I was going to have to talk to him, and sooner rather than later.

I stood in a hot stream of water and sighed and stretched my sore muscles and looked down at my body. My cock was bigger and harder than any morning wood I had ever had before and I smiled and slowly stroked it’s length with one hand. And was it a trick of the morning light streaming through the open bathroom window, or were my abs and pecks a little more defined too?

One thing was for sure, my balls felt heavy and ready to explode instead of used up and sore like they should have been. I had a steady drip of pre-cum oozing from the tip of my bulging cock-head and I swirled it around and coated my shaft with it.

The next worry to pop into my head was the basics of our living situation. Becky had informed us that she was moving back to town and taking a new job, leaving Todd to pursue his life across the country. She was going to need a place to stay, but the apartment I shared with Eva was already feeling a little small for just the two of us, let alone adding a third adult. Maybe it was time to start looking a little more seriously at home sales listings. We were only twenty-six, but now might be a good time to get started in the ways of home ownership.

Daydreaming about a domestic routine including Becky made me think of a third problem that would need to be dealt with. Eva and I had a newly forged bond in the wake of our successive encounters with Luke and Rebekah at the bonfire. We could sense each other’s feelings and emotions and desires, a link which intensified with physical contact and became even more intense with sexual contact. There was a good chance that this would fade in the days and weeks ahead and the problem would take care of itself, but if it didn’t, that would make Becky the odd woman out. She wouldn’t be able to communicate with me and Eva in that extra-sensory way that we could communicate with each other, and it wasn’t difficult to imagine that imbalance being a problem, compounded by the fact that in many ways she was already the outsider, given the established duration of the relationship between me and Eva.

Unless. What had worked for me and Eva might work for Becky too. Today was our last full day at the lake and it might be a good idea for the three of us to try to find Luke and Rebekah and ask about izmit rus escort what had happened to us. More details certainly wouldn’t hurt, and being able to bring Becky into the bond with us would solve a lot of problems before they would have a chance to start. The problem was that I had no idea how to get in touch with Luke and Rebekah.

They ran the campground down at the south end of the lake, a seven or eight mile journey by boat, so maybe Jack and Sophie would be willing to make the trip today. Then I remembered Andrea, the eighteen-year-old beauty I’d met last night. She was a member of Luke and Rebekah’s church and staying at the campground this week. And she’d also invited me and Eva to come and spend some time with her and her boyfriend Jacob and possibly some of their campground friends. I’d forgotten to mention it to Eva in the wake of the bonfire orgy, and now I had two girlfriends instead of one, but it was our best chance at getting to see Luke and Rebekah again, so it seemed like the only plan available.

I toweled myself dry and left the bathroom to find Jack and Sophie’s bedroom door open and a delightful scene playing out on the bed. Todd was fucking Sophie from behind while she moaned and shrieked onto Jack’s huge cock. Just like me, Jack seemed to have been upgraded by his Luke and Rebekah encounter, and I suddenly realized that he and Sophie would probably have similar questions and would probably be just as interested as I was in finding them today.

“Mmm,” Sophie moaned, and I looked to see her smiling at me and stroking Jack’s cock. “Another cock for me?”

* * *

I didn’t get the sense from Todd that anything was off as the three of us fucked Jack’s fiancee. Then again there had been nothing noticeably different about the way he and Becky behaved around each other yesterday either. Either way, in the middle of gang-banging Sophie didn’t feel like the appropriate time to talk to him about Becky, so I waited until after Sophie somehow made all three of us cum at the same time, Jack into her pussy, Todd in her mouth, and me up her ass.

All four of us took turns showering quickly to rinse off sweat and other fluids, and I managed to turn away from the giggling I heard in my bedroom in order to talk to Todd in his.

“Hey man,” I said, standing in the doorway of his room, still naked and still fully erect.

Todd turned from his bed where he was trying to decide what to wear over his likewise rock-hard cock today. “I already know what’s on your mind, Will,” he said. “And I hope you can relax knowing I’m happy for all three of you.”

“Really?” I said, leaning against the door frame. “Just like that? I mean, she told me you guys only broke up a couple of weeks ago.”

“That’s true,” he said and smiled, glancing down at my cock and giving his a quick squeeze and a few slow strokes. “But I’m guessing she didn’t mention that I’m already seeing someone?”

“She didn’t, but that’s cool. Right?”

“It’s extremely cool,” Todd said. “Becky and I met her a few days after we got back from visiting you guys in the winter. We had sex with her a few times and I just kind of fell in love with her. I felt terrible about it for a while, but when I finally sat down to admit it to Becky, she told me she was in love with you and Eva. It actually made a lot of sense. So I told her about my feelings for Rosa and we celebrated with Rosa that night, and Becky decided she was going to move back home and see what happens.”

“Wow,” I said. “That’s a much different story than I was imagining. Rosa, huh?”

“Yeah man,” he said. “She’s amazing. We were all really disappointed she couldn’t make it to meet everyone.”

“And she doesn’t mind you taking a trip across the country with your ex-girlfriend and doing all of the things we do here at the lake?”

“Will, my man,” he chuckled, moving over to me and resting a hand on my shoulder. “Do you think I would be with someone who didn’t love this kind of life?”

“Good point,” I said.

His hand was still on my bare shoulder and I realized how close together our cocks were. Todd’s was the first cock I had ever sucked and it occurred to me how delicious it looked.

“By the way, Will,” he said. “Your cock looks fucking fantastic.”

“Thanks,” I said. “Yours too.”

“Mind if I suck it a little?”

“WILL!” Eva and Becky cried together from down the hall. “GET IN HERE!”

Todd and I chuckled. “Wanna come help me fuck my girlfriends?” I asked.

* * *

“Give me that big fucking cock, Todd,” Eva moaned as he started to stuff his prick into her pussy.

I pumped my throbbing fuck-rod deep into Becky’s pussy from behind while she muffled her own cries of pleasure by sucking on Eva’s incredible tits.

Jack and Sophie had told us to make it quick, and they were already preparing breakfast. Todd and I had already switched back and forth a few times, each of us bringing Eva and Becky to powerful orgasms with our izmit escort cocks, and now we were both hurtling toward the finish line.

Becky and Eva had been warming up since the sounds of us stuffing Sophie’s holes had woken them up. When Todd and I arrived in the room, Becky was slurping noisily on Eva’s pussy with her ass pointed back toward the door, giving us a wonderful view of her own pussy and asshole and her big tits swinging beneath her. The girls were mildly surprised to see Todd, but thrilled when we made them wait a few seconds for us to join them on the bed when we each took a moment to slowly suck the other’s cock.

Now as I worked my cock deep in Becky’s juicing pussy she raised her head and her howls of delight were no longer muffled by Eva’s breasts. I pulled Becky’s hair with one hand and grabbed one of her tits with the other and fucked her hard while we watched Todd grab onto Eva’s tits and pound her pussy as hard as he could with his big thick cock.

“Oh fuck baby I’m gonna fucking cum again!” Becky cried.

“Fucking cum in me, Todd!” Eva screamed. “FUCK ME!”

Becky pussy clenched down hard on my cock just as my balls started to churn and pump, and we gasped and thrashed together as her pussy covered my cock with her cum and I filled her with mine. Todd and Eva were right behind us, and I watched as well as I could in my orgasmic haze as he pulled his big cock out of Eva’s pussy and shot long thick ropes of cock cream all over her huge tits and up and down her stomach. Eva’s pussy squirted right along with him, wetting his balls and the underside of his cock and his pumping hand while he covered her with his cum.

I eased my cock out of Becky’s cunt and watched my cum dribble down the insides of her thighs as she fell to licking Todd’s cum off of Eva’s tits and stomach and pussy. Todd and I watched, both of our cocks glistening with girl-cum and still rock hard and pointing straight up in the air.

We ate breakfast this way, joining the naked Jack and Sophie in the kitchen. Becky and Eva both sucked Jack’s cock for a few seconds before sitting at the table, and Sophie sucked Eva’s cum off of Todd’s cock before turning to likewise clean Becky’s off of mine.

“So shall we just stay around the cabin and fuck all day today?” Jack asked as we ate piles of eggs and bacon and pancakes. None of us had realized how hungry we were until we sat down and I don’t think I’d ever seen anyone at the table eat as much as we did that morning.

“Actually,” I said. “I was wondering if you guys wanted to take a trip on the lake today.”

I told them about Andrea and Jacob and their invitation to spend some time with them at the campground.

“That sounds pretty good to me,” Sophie said. “Then tonight we can all go back to have another dinner with Jess and Roger and all of those guys. Jess and Katrina reminded me last night.”

“Celebrate the engagement lake-style?” Jack said with a grin.

Robert and Felicia came into the cabin before we were done eating, and they joined us in the breakfast feast. Both of them were still naked, and Robert sported a towering erection just like the rest of the guys. I was starting to wonder if there was a flaccid cock anywhere on this lake today.

When we finished cleaning up the dishes, Robert and Felicia announced their intention to spend the day with our neighbors in the next cabin, and Todd decided to join them once he saw the three young women piling out of the car in the next driveway over. It seemed our neighbors had company.

So we agreed to split up for the day, but Robert, Felicia, and Todd agreed that dinner with Jess and Roger was a great idea and that we’d meet back here at the cabin around five.

Our neighbors were already fucking on their lake-facing deck when we loaded the cooler onto the boat for the cruise down to the southern end of the lake. Jack and I were delighted to watch the three newly arrived young ladies take their clothes off when they joined Mike, Tara, Josh and Liz in the sun. Felicia led Robert and Todd through the yard by their cocks to join them.

“Almost a shame to leave,” Jack said, nodding to the deck where an orgy was in full swing by the time he started the boat’s motor.

“Indeed,” I said. “But I’m guessing the campground is going to be pretty interesting too.”

We’d put on bathing suits for the journey south, not knowing who we might run into on the open lake or the exact nudity etiquette of the campground we were visiting. Once again I found myself almost more aroused seeing Eva, Becky and Sophie in bikinis rather than naked. My cock had been hard since I’d woken up, and while it was somewhat uncomfortable trapped in my swimming trunks, it was fun knowing that my bulge was doing a good job advertising my condition.

Jack took his time cruising south over the expanse of the lake. We passed a joint around, sharpening the green of the forests on the western shore and the rolling hills beyond, and deepening the blue kocaeli escort of the gently waving lake surface. Nobody mentioned returning to our regular lives and jobs and beds, but there was no dread of leaving. I was excited to work out my new relationship with Becky and how that would fit in with me and Eva. Jack and Sophie had a wedding to plan and all of the excitement and stress that went along with that. But we wordlessly endeavored to relax and enjoy ourselves and not rush this last full day.

Andrea had told me her last name and a few clues to find her on Facebook so I could message her if Eva and I were going to visit. We were going to have to check in at the campground office and she and her boyfriend Jacob would meet us there. She had reacted positively to the news that I was bringing Becky, Jack, and Sophie.

We saw the buildings and docks of the campground after a half hour of cruising on the lake, and as we drew closer we began to make out people moving between the buildings and sunning themselves on a large sandy beach and swimming off the ends of the docks. The dress code appeared to be bathing suits or shorts and t-shirts, so the five of us pulled on t-shirts we’d packed as we closed the distance to an empty mooring.

The people nearest us waved or said hello as we climbed out of the boat. From the look of things, nearly everyone at the campground was Andrea’s age. She’d told me her bunkmates were all girls from her recently graduated class, so it made sense that the campground was filled with eighteen-year-olds fresh out of high school.

Nearest the lake shore were communal buildings like the mess hall, which looked like it doubled as a function hall, and a chapel, which once again clashed with the idea of life on the lake. This was a campground run by a church, and it was currently filled with graduates of a Christian school, one of whom I had fucked last night while she told me about her boyfriend and bunkmates.

The first familiar face was waiting for us in the administrative building. Sarah I had also met and fucked last night at the bonfire. Today her big tits and plump ass were hidden inside a white t-shirt and khaki shorts not too different from the Marine Patrol uniform except for the campground logo. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail which bounced and bobbed as she moved around the room filing papers and marking calendars and working out lunch schedules.

“Will!” Sarah said as we filed into the office. “What a surprise! What brings you guys to our humble spot in the woods?”

“Hey Sarah,” I said as she came around the desk to hug me. “These are my friends, Eva, Becky, Jack and Sophie.”

“Mmm,” Sarah said. She moved to embrace Becky and kissed her on the lips and the two busty beauties let their tongues dance together. “Becky and I met last night,” she said to me with a wink before moving down the line to greet the others.

“So what can I do for you?” Sarah asked once she’d returned to her side of the desk.

“We got an invitation to visit from Andrea,” I said. “She and Jacob were supposed to meet us here, but I guess we have to check in?”

“Check in you have,” Sarah said. “I run the place, so check-ins all go through me.”

“You run the place?” a man’s voice said from the next room. He strode into the room and smiled at us and slapped Sarah on the bottom. “I thought we were a team, babe.” He was about my height and build, probably in his forties like Sarah. There was no way not to notice that his cock was hard in his shorts. It was long and thick and pointed off to his left, trapped against his body.

“If you ever did any work around here I might be willing to call you my assistant,” Sarah said and laughed when he tried to slap her ass again. “This is my husband John. John, these are visitors. They’re here to see Andrea and Jacob.”

“Excellent!” John said and he made his way around to shake our hands and get our names. “Were you guys all at the bonfire last night? Some of you look vaguely familiar.”

“Yeah I bet,” Eva giggled. She grabbed John’s obviously erect cock through his shorts. “This cock feels vaguely familiar too.”

“Oh that’s right,” John chuckled. “I just didn’t recognize you with clothes on, Eva.”

“Speaking of clothes,” Sarah said once we’d all been introduced to her husband. “Let me just go over the few campground rules during Graduates Week. All of the kids staying with us this week are over eighteen, and nobody under eighteen is allowed to visit, but I think we’re all set on that, right?”

We all nodded.

“Another thing to keep in mind is that while we have a lot of fun here, this is not quite the free-for-all that the bonfire usually is. Less than half of the kids even attended the bonfire and not all of them are really here for non-stop sex. I know what happens on this lake every summer, and believe me, a lot of sex happens at this campground, but the kids are taking a week to decide at their own pace whether this kind of life is good for them or not. So I’m going to have to ask all five of you not to initiate anything sexual with anybody at this campground. If they initiate with you, then by all means, have fun. But let the campers take the initiative. Got it?”

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Let me tell you about this morning…… not sure if it was a dream…. or the good nights sleep…. or just my wandering mind…. but I woke up this morning, with a very clear picture of you sitting naked on the futon…. I was kneeling down with your cock in my mouth…. tears rolling down the side of my cheeks because I was thrusting it deep into my throat….looking up and seeing the look of pleasure on your face… feeling your hands in my hair…. pulling through it as you pushed my face down while simultaneously pushing your hips up….

Got up and into the shower….. tried to stay focused…. washed my hair…. shaved my legs…. and then I pulled the shower head down and changed the water stream… to allow it to dance across my very swollen clit….the pressure of the water…. applying pressure to different places…. moving it around on my clit as you do with your fingers…. imagined you watching me…. which made me even more turned on… putting on a show as you watch me… you taking in every detail…. held that toy against my clit until I honestly couldn’t take it another second… and realized I had forgotten to put conditioner on my hair….so I did so….. and waited while it made my hair soft and tangle free…. but again, I had time… and still had this image of you naked…

So I took down the shower head again… and held it against my clit..this time… you were sleeping escort izmit in my bed… but heard the shower go on…. realized I had been in there for a while and came into the bathroom….quietly… you peeked into the shower and I was leaning against the wall…. head thrown back… eyes shut tightly….water held out in front of me…. as my hips moved by instinct to the pressure that the stream of water was delivering…. had my shoulders against the wall… and literally on my tip toes as my hips were pushed toward the shower door… where you were standing, in my mind, watching every single second of this show….

I finally decided that light headed was a thing to be corrected and changed the water stream to rinse the conditioner out of my hair….dried off…. into a silky nightie…. and started to get ready for work…. my mind was still wandering this morning, though…. not sure what it was…..the thought of you fucking me from behind as I kneel on the computer room floor… and you are on the futon….I actually saw the full moon and just looking at it out my bathroom window did put me on the pool deck… standing on the second step…. and your nice hard cock in between my lips….

After I got my hair brushed out, I went into my closet… and looked at the huge bag of toys I have….then an evil thought crossed my mind…. the strap on… the one that I was so eager to use on Lynda as you watched…. izmit escort I had never tried it… maybe it was not any good…. it is a different material than most of my toys… you made a comment about how it felt….then my mind wandered to the last time we were with Lynda…. and how much I enjoyed that…. how the look of pleasure across your face makes me wet as hell…. how seeing your head move between her legs and listening to her moan can make my pussy throb…So, I got the strap on out of the bag… and got the bullet that vibrates…

The combination that I used on Lynda, the bullet and my toy with ridges, feels good, so I decided to try this combination with the strap on as the toy…. honestly, after thinking about you naked all morning… I had this urge for something inside my pussy… not just teasing my clit…..I laid back… and spread my legs… first putting the bullet, turned on… onto my nice wet clit….. the thoughts so far had me wet….. I rubbed that across my pussy for just a few minutes before I began to slide the strap on into my pussy…..Oh baby….. the strap on is very nice…..I slid it in and out of my pussy… moving the bullet to see how it felt…. it is nice and thick… and feels very good…

I closed my eyes as I did this… and saw me fucking Lynda as you watched for a little bit…. holding her hips…. driving this fake cock of mine izmit kendi evi olan escort deep into her…. knowing she will moan so nicely… and I will be able to see how turned on you get from this scene…. she is on her hands and knees in this image in my head…. I am standing on the side of the bed…. and you are right next to us, stroking your cock with your nice strong hand…..I continue to slide this cock into my pussy here…. and the feel of it is tremendous….but again, I am so horny this morning that I can barely stand it….

In my head… you move so you can slide your cock into me…. since Lynda thinks this would be ‘neat’….. she can turn her head to the right, and see this entire scene in the mirror on my dresser…. my hands on her hips… your hands on mine….. as I picture this occurring, I put the vibrating bullet back onto my clit… while continuing to slide the strap on in and out…..my legs were so wide and my pussy was absolutely soaked…..the combination of this thick toy cock… and the attention at my clit and I came so hard and deep… nothing like the day you gave me that g spot orgasm (he he ) but a nice deep cum…. of course, since that thought popped into my head at that moment… I kept going and came a second time with the strap on…..

When I slid it out of my pussy….. it was covered with cum….. I looked at it and saw my cum in all the cracks and crevices that it had….I got up to wash it off… and admired this toy… next time… straight out of the bathroom and into her pussy with it… she is going to enjoy this toy, I am sure of it… and the best part is…. so are you!!

C K & L

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Dmitri and Ray had been best friends since middle school. Now in their late twenties, both now respectable working professionals, albeit in the vastly different worlds of IT and baking, they still managed to get together at least month and month and enjoy each other’s company over a movie, a friendly game of pool, or a late night beer session.

Dmitri’s girlfriend of several years had suddenly dumped him and moved out of town recently, and he’d take it pretty hard. Even though it was late September and the weather forecast wasn’t incredibly favorable, Ray managed to talk him into a weekend camping trip up at Linville Gorge. “Yeah, it’ll be a little chilly and it’s gonna pour buckets on Friday night, but the rest of the weekend’s gonna be gorgeous and you know we’ll have the whole place to ourselves. Perfect time to go out and get your head straight, right?” Dmitri protested, but only pro forma. Once Ray got an idea into his head, there was no dislodging it.

As advertised, on Friday night as the two friends set up their camp, the clouds rolled in thickly, whipped by gusts of blustery wind coursing through the mountains, bending the pine trees over at obscene angles. Fortunately, they were experienced campers and well-equipped for even a sudden fall storm like this one. They’d chosen a site off of the beaten path, staked down their oversized tent securely, and over-engineered the requisite drainage. As dusk settled in and the rain started down in earnest, they were just settling into their camp chairs in the front half of their tent for a final smoke before turning in for the night, when they became aware of a small voice calling from farther down the hill. “Help? Oh fuck. Help?!”

The friends exchanged worried glances, then threw on their ponchos and stepped out, calling back, “Up here! What’s wrong?” A dim light flashed through the heavy rain a few dozen yards away. “Oh, thank fucking god.” It was a woman’s voice. The light grew closer, revealing itself as a small penlight being held in the grasp of a small, quite bedraggled woman. Her white t-shirt and khaki shorts were plastered to her cute, curvy form, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her long, dark red hair wetly framed her winsome face.

“Um, I am so, so sorry to throw myself on your mercy like this but… can we get out of the rain? I promise I’m not a fucking psycho killer or anything.”

The friends exchanged a wry smile and ushered her into their tent, spacious for two, now a little cramped and damp. They threw their wet ponchos out, rummaged around for a towel and a large button-up shirt and a pair of flannel bottoms for their guest, and urged her to dry off and change while they turned their backs. Ray caught Dmitri’s eye and gave him a salacious wink. Dmitri had a real thing for redheads. Dmitri blushed, rolled his eyes, and shook his head.

“Um. I guess I’m as presentable as it gets.” Her voice was warm honey, amused and chagrined. “I can’t believe how fucking stupid I am sometimes. Um, so I didn’t check the weather before I came out this weekend which was pretty shitty, but my crowning achievement today was accidentally knocking my pack into the ravine. Tried to climb down and get it but when the rain blew in, I quickly decided that wet and miserable beats a broken neck. Thanks to you gentlemen, I’m not even that any longer. Oh, jesus, I haven’t even told you my name: I’m Malory.”

“I’m Ray and this is Dmitri. And hey, don’t beat yourself up, we’ve done way stupider shit up here when we were younger. Remember the time when we were izmit rus escort tripping on shrooms and you just had to climb up that ridge to catch the rising moon, Dmitri?”

“That was your idea, asshole. Hey, Malory, I, uh, it’s nice to – uh, I mean glad we were here to help. Um. You can spend the night here, we’ll help you get your pack in the morning.”

“Oh, geez… I mean, thanks? Y’all’re some fucking good dudes. Listen, I’ll just like curl up in this chair here, you won’t even know I’m here. I’m so sorry to barge in on you.”

Ray snorted. “Do you have any idea what my mother would say if she heard that I let you do that? (And believe me, she’s going to, we’re going to dine out on this story for years.) No, Malory, you take my sleeping bag. I’m a fucking mountain boy born and bred, Dmitri here needs his beauty sleep, you’re shivering like nobody’s business. End of discussion.”

Malory looked him up and down. “Dude. You’re like 6’6″, I don’t even know how you’d fit in that chair. But okay, how about if we zip your bags together, I’ll squeeze in between you. But maybe don’t tell your mom about that part.”

Ray and Dmitri exchanged another look, shrugged, and assented. Shortly thereafter, the three had settled in: Ray on the right and left facing away, Malory lying in the middle facing upwards. The two friends couldn’t help brushing up against her as they’d awkwardly squirmed in and were trying their best to calm their raging erections.

For long minutes, no one spoke. The rain fell heavily on the tent roof, and the chill air outside contrasted luxuriously with the warmth of the sleeping bag.

Finally, Malory spoke. “Just so you know, I’m on the pill. Also, I got screened for stds last week after I found out my now ex-boyfriend had been sleeping with that slut, Annie Horvath. Also, I’m horny as fuck and you guys are cute as shit. In case there’s anything you’d like to do with that information. Though, I mean, if those hard-ons are for each other, I get it, I’ll get out of the way for a minute and let you do your thing!”

Ray laughed and Dmitri snorted. Ray spoke up, “Nah, I mean, I’ll stick it in anything that doesn’t get out the way fast enough, but Dmitri’s pretty straight.” He rolled over and began stroking Malory’s face and arms. “You’re cute as shit yourself. Okay, as for me, my girlfriend and I fuck around all the time. We get screened every month, I’m clean too. Dmitri just got dumped and he’s Mr. Faithful, no worries about him.”

Ray nuzzled Malory’s neck and ran one hand gently up the inside of her shirt, grazing her taut belly and perky breasts. “Here’s the thing, though. This is Dmitri’s weekend, I’m going to have to defer to him. Maybe he’s in the mood, maybe not. I fucking hope so. What do you say, Big D?”

Malory rolled over to cuddle up behind Dmitri. He felt her hard nipples pressing against his back and her slender arms wrap around him. She kissed the back of his neck, then his throat, then began to nibble her way towards his ear. He shrugged and said, “I don’t want a pity fuck.”

Malory laughed out loud. “Dmitri, if anyone’s getting pity fucked tonight, it’s the girl whose dumb ass dropped her backpack off the side of a mountain. But seriously, damn, you’re cute as shit. If we met in town, I’d be trying to get you my number. Cute smile, nice beard, you smell good. What’s not to like?” She reached down with one hand, resting it atop his swollen crotch. “I want your cock inside me.”

Dmitri rolled over, propped himself up on one arm, izmit escort and reached out for her the curve of her hip with the other. “Really?”

Malory slid over, pressing the front of her body firmly against his. She kissed him on the lips, nibbled his scratchy throat, pulled up his shirt and kissed her way down the front of his hairy torso. She felt Ray pull off her own shirt as she did so. Reaching Dmitri’s belly, she eased his briefs downwards, freeing his thick, sticky cock. She licked its base, then tongued her way up the shaft before enveloping its head. Ray had gathered up her hair and held it out of her face with one hand while he worked the other down the back of her flannel bottoms to cup her round ass cheeks. Malory slurped her way down a few inches of Dmitri’s thick cock and started working his shaft with her hand. Ray slid one long finger into her hot wet slit, eliciting a gargled moan.

He fingered her for a few minutes as she worshipped Dmitri’s cock. Ray pulled out, licked his finger salaciously, then gently took Malory by the shoulders and pulled her up and rolled her over, waving his own smooth, long, narrow cock in her face. She lunged for it once or twice, missing in the dark, before he took her face in his hands and guided her onto it. She had squirmed up and was nestled against Dmitri, her pajama bottoms discarded now, ass cheeks pressed against his throbbing, slobbery cock. Dmitri traced lines up and down her back and sides with his fingers, reaching around now and then to pinch her nipples. Ray found the right angle and slid his cock fully into Malory’s eager throat, slowly fucking it now, making her emit delightfully sexy glucking sounds.

Dmitri’s cock twitched in excitement; he’d never done anyone remotely like this with a woman before. Tentatively, he reached around and began to stroke Malory’s clit. She clutched at him and tried to mouth something around Ray’s cock, but he couldn’t understand. He paused, uncertain, but she grabbed his hand and returned it to her clit, helping him find her rhythm now. Ray pulled out for a moment, giving her a breath with which to yelp, “Oh god I’m going to c-” before taking her throat again. Malory convulsed, gagged, twitched, and finally pulled herself off of Ray’s throat to shriek loudly against the thunderous downpour. “FUCK YES!”

She turned around, gripped Dmitri by the shoulders, pushed him onto his back, and slid her sopping wet cunt onto his throbbing cock in one smooth motion. Still in the after-throes of her orgasm, she ran her fingers through his curly hair, clenching now and again. She squeezed his cock tightly with her cunt, relaxed, then squeezed again. Ray had stepped behind her, reaching down to caress and pinch her breasts. As he did, she started fucking Dmitri with quick, short bursts and wailed as another orgasm rippled through her. “Jesus, fuck, you guys are fucking amazing,” she gasped. “Don’t stop!”

“I had no intention, Malory,” murmured Ray. “In fact, I had something really intense in mind.” He bent down for a long, slow tongue kiss. “Have you ever taken two guys at once before?”

Her heart leapt with nervous excitement. “No, but if you know what you’re doing…” Impossibly, her cunt got even wetter at the thought of two cocks inside her at the same time.

Ray kissed his way down her back as she rocked gently back and forth atop Dmitri, their fingers intertwined. “Do you like it in the ass?” he murmured.

“If I’ve cum first, yeah. Just… be gentle.”

“Dmitri, are you good with this, buddy?”

“Ray, kocaeli escort this is fucking amazing. If Malory’s into it, go for it.”

“Okay.” Ray had found some oil in their cooking supplies and greased his pole with it. He pushed Malory gently forward and slid one finger into her tight asshole, one knuckle, then two. Dmitri could feel it pushing lightly against his cock. Malory trembled in anticipation and tried to relax her ring.

“Malory,” Ray whispered, “make yourself cum while I tell you what my cock is going to do.” He pulled one hand away from its embrace with Dmitri and positioned it on her clit. “The head of my cock is going to push up against your tight little asshole. My hands are going to spread your cheeks wide, and I’m going to push the head into your ass. Then slowly, inevitably, all seven inches of my naked cock are going to invade your ass. You’re going to feel Dmitri’s fat cock stretching your cunt, and my long cock stretching your ass, and rubbing against each other, and you’re going to-“

“oh fuck oh fuck oh FUCK I’M CUMMING” Malory jolted back and forth, her ass squeezing tightly as Ray eased his finger out, then before she could catch her breath, he replaced it with the head of his cock, and just as he described, invaded her ass inch by inch. His cock felt like it was a mile long and it seemed to take hours to enter all the way. He held her hips firmly as he did, not letting her scoot forward or backward. Finally, he leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “How does it feel to have two cocks inside you?”

“Shit, this is fucking intense. Wait, a minute, let me,” she paused, squeezed experimentally with her cunt, then her ass, cooing softly. She squeezed again with both simultaneously, then with each in turn again. Nothing hurt, not exactly; she just had the most incredible feeling of sexy fullness and the aching desire to be fucked into an orgasm.

“Can you… both take turns, just a little, and see, oh fuck, fuuuuuuck hang on, that’s too much, oh god, Dmitri, will you please, can you just fuck me slowly, oh baby, jesus fuck, rub my clit, that’s right, oh god I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m cummming on your cocks” and at the same time Dmitri suddenly erupted inside her cunt with several long, strangled grunts and gasps. She pumped his softening cock slowly, covering his face with kisses and pulling his hands up to fondle her tits.

Ray still rock hard cock twitched inside her ass. He gripped her hips as he now slowly began to fuck her ass with long, deep strokes. He could have lasted a while longer, but sensed the moment was right. “That was amazingly fucking hot. Malory, darling, where would you like my cum?”

Malory laughed, slightly giddy. “You’re such a fucking gentleman. Ray whatever your last name is, please cum in my tight little ass.” Ray pointlessly closed his eyes, impaled her fully onto his pole, and squirted wads of cum deep inside her.

Gently, the three leaned sideways onto the tangle of sleeping bags and listened to the slackening rain. Ray’s cock slipped out of her greasy, cum-drenched asshole, but Dmitri’s softening cock remained thickly inside her cunt. Indeed, it began to harden a couple of times, whereupon Malory giggled and squirmed slightly. Leaning forward to kiss Dmitri on the lips, she put her arms around him and hugged tightly. Dmitri put his arms around her and Ray, and they lay in that stiflingly warm embrace until Ray and Malory both began to doze off.

Dmitri rolled onto his back and contemplated, cock sore, mind abuzz. He and Ray were supposed to be out here all weekend. Maybe… surely… maybe she might want to stay with them? His cock stiffened abruptly and decisively, Malory shifted sleepily, rubbing against it and murmuring something.

It was going to be a good weekend.

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Anne had, had a few visits lately, from the son of an old friend of her husband. The boys father had died when he was young, and Anne’s husband had been close to his friend and the boy (James) liked to talk to him and hear about what his father was like.

Anne was 43 years old 5’4,”with medium length brown hair and she had a 36-24-36 figure. Her husband worked hard, but he also drank hard, and nearly every night he would go for a drink after work.

James was 18, stocky and blonde. He normally came up to the house on a Friday evening and would sit for a while, not saying much. He always went to the bathroom when he was there, and seemed to be in there for a long time. Anne’s husband didn’t usually get in before 11.30pm and if he fell asleep on the train, he wouldn’t get home until 3am.

Anne told her husband that James had visited a few times on a Friday evening, and he promised to get home early. But when he was in the bar, he never left until closing time at 11pm.

Because he drank so often, Anne wasn’t getting too much sex or attention. She only had sex properly about once a week, and the other times when her husband was horny, she would get a screw, but because of the drink, it wouldn’t be any good and would leave her frustrated. She often had to masturbate, to get any satisfaction, and sometimes, the fantasy of her masturbation was young James. She imagined his young eager hard cock plunging into her and making her come hard and wet.

It was Friday again and as usual Anne would have a bath, in anticipation, in case her husband was reasonably sober and would want to make love to her. As she dried off, she had a premonition that James would call this evening. She threw her dirty underwear in the basket next to the bath and thought about what to wear.

She dressed in a mid-thigh length skirt and figure hugging top. Underneath she was wearing a white lace bra with matching panties and a garter belt with flesh coloured stockings. At 10 o’ clock the doorbell rang, Anne knew it would be James. She had thought about him most of the evening and she had a plan.

When she opened the door, he was there. A stupid grin on his face and he was smartly dressed and smelled nice as he walked past her into the hallway. Anne led him into the living room and he sat on the couch. She asked him if he would like a beer and he nodded.

When Anne came back she handed him his beer and sat on the couch next to him. After a few minutes of talking and catching up, Anne could see James looking down at her thighs. Her skirt had ridden up a little, but it was enough to reveal the tops of her stockings. She left it for a moment and then adjusted herself pulling her skirt down a little to cover her modesty.

James excused himself and went to the bathroom. Again, he was taking his time in there, and Anne thought bursa escort she would go and listen, to see what he was up to. She went silently down the hall and listened at the door.

Anne could hear groaning coming from the bathroom and had an idea that James was not in pain. She tried the door handle and found that it was not locked. She slowly and quietly turned the handle and opened the door.

James did not realise that the door was open and Anne was watching him. She was looking at James sitting on the toilet with his trousers and shorts at his ankles, he had a pair of her dirty panties in his left hand, which he was holding to his nose, and he was wanking the biggest, thickest hard-on that Anne had ever seen. Anne watched this beautiful sight for a few seconds before she let out a cough, to catch his attention. He mumbled “sorry,” as he tried to cover himself with the hand that was holding the panties.

Anne looked steadily at him, and slowly pulled her skirt up with one hand, to reveal her lace covered crotch. Anne said, “if you want, you can sniff these.” She walked toward him, saying, “but first, Let me finish you off.” She knelt in front of him and took the massive tool in her hand. His prick was 8 ½ to 9 inches long and about 2 ½ inches in diameter and it was circumcised, with a big thick knob.

She took it into her mouth, and began to run her lips up and down it. James must have been ready to come, because after a few deep sucks, she felt his hot salty spunk shoot into her mouth. She swallowed it all and looked up at James with a big smile on her face. His mouth was open and he had a look of disbelief on his face. Anne came up and French kissed him, giving him a taste of himself in the process.

She stood and turned to walk out, and told him to “hurry back to the living room.”

When he came into the living room, Anne was sitting on the couch, she patted the couch and told him “come sit next to me.” James sat next to her. Anne took his hand in hers’ and said “have you been fantasising about me.” James nodded, he said “I’ve Been wanking and imagining fucking you for ages.”

Anne looked at the clock. It was 10:30pm, her husband wouldn’t be home for at least another hour. She said “that’s some cock you have, you must be a hit with the girls.” James said “I’m not, I don’t have a girlfriend, I think I’m too shy to try and speak with one.” Anne said “you mean you don’t speak to girls of your own age.” “No” said James ” I can talk to girls, it’s just that I’m too shy to ask for a date.”

“You mean you haven’t fucked anyone with that gorgeous cock.” “No” said James “I’m still a virgin.”

Anne put her hand on his thigh. “We’ve still got an hour before he comes home, Do you want to do it with me.”

James looked at her, this woman was offering him something he had only dreamed bursa escort bayan about. “Yes” he said “Yes please.”

Anne leant forward and took his face in her hands and kissed him fully on the lips. Her tongue went into his mouth, French kissing him madly. She felt horny as hell as she thought about him impaling her with his stiff young prick.

James put his hand over her covered breast and squeezed hard. Anne put her hand on top of his. “Be gentle” she said “don’t be so rough.” She took his hand away from her breast and placed it at the top of her stockings, where her skirt had ridden up to.

“Just stroke gently around there, and we’ll see where that leads too,” she said.

James paid attention to her and Anne felt his hand running up and down the top of her thighs, from her stocking tops to the crotch of her panties. As he was kissing and stroking her, they both slipped back into a position where they were lying on the couch with him on top, but only at one side, leaving him free to stroke between her legs.

Anne felt him get bolder, as he started to run the tips of his fingers up and down the crotch of her panties. James felt for the first time, that warm moist feeling that you often get when stroking a horny willing panty clad pussy. Anne opened her thighs a little, to let him get his fingers under the crotch. Instinct told James that she was opening up to him, and he slipped his fingers under the lacy material.

He ran a finger up and down her moist slit and he could feel warmth, some hair and a lot of soft wetness as the lips of her pussy yielded to his eager caressing fingers. He put a finger in and started to move it around slowly. Anne was sighing with pleasure as his uneducated fingers seemed to hit the right spot. She closed her thighs trapping his hand in between them. This made him more eager to please and he wiggled his finger furiously inside her. Anne let out a deep moan and relaxed the pressure of her thighs. James had nearly slid off the couch and had one knee on the living room carpet with the other on the couch.

Anne ordered him to kneel on the floor. When he was kneeling, Anne swung one of her legs over his head, to leave him kneeling between her legs. Her skirt was now up around her waist and James was staring at her panty covered crotch with garter belt and stockings. One of her pussy lips was lying to the side of the crotch.

“Pull the panties off” Anne said to him huskily. James put his fingers under the waistband and stated to pull them down. As he peeled the panties off, he saw pubic hair and then he saw her pussy emerge. This was the first adult pussy he had seen, other than in a magazine.

Finally he pulled the panties over her feet, and threw them to the side. Anne watched James looking at her pussy. She said “you can kiss me there if you want.”

James escort bursa looked at her and then bent forward and kissed her on the pussy lips. Again instinct took over and his tongue at first started to lick at her crack, but soon Anne felt it start to probe between her lips. As his tongue sank deeper into her, he put his hands on her hips and pulled her crotch forcefully against his hungry lapping tongue.

Anne moaned as his eager tongue probed her inner pussy and she started running her hands through his hair. As she got more excited she was grabbing his hair and thrashing her pubis against his face. She had a massive cum and let out a loud sigh, before releasing James from her clutching hands.

James pulled away and looked up at her with a grin on his soaking face.

“I loved that and I love the taste of you” he said.

He sat back on the couch beside Anne and she could see his hard-on pressing through his trousers. She undid his zip and pulled him out. She gave him a little suck and then knelt on the couch with her back to him.

James again sat silent as he watched Anne pull her skirt over her ass. “Do you like this view” she asked. James nodded. “Put that big cock in me now and fuck me” Anne said.

James stood behind her and Anne took hold of the thick throbbing cock and inserted it in the lips of her cunt. James started to move easily in and out of her. Again he grabbed her hips and as Anne bucked back against him, he thrusted forward with force.

As Anne was being royally fucked she thought about James’s cock. It was at least 2 inches longer than her husbands and a lot thicker. She felt as if she could feel every vein and ridge on it as it pumped in and out of her tightening pussy. James moved his hands up the front of her underneath her top and pushed her bra up over her tits, before taking them in his hands and gently squeezing.

Anne felt his cock pulsate in her cunt as he rode her hard. She was writhing back against him and he was practically lying on top of her instead of kneeling or standing.

They were both getting up to a frenzy and Anne felt James shoot a load of white hot cum deep into her pussy. She quickly gasped “keep going” and he obliged. She started to feel herself cumming as every bit of her tingled and throbbed and the sensation seemed to include a feeling of being impaled by a hard thick rod of iron.

She yelled “I’m CUMMMINNGGG” as she came like she hadn’t come for quite some time.

They both collapsed, with James lying on top of her back. He was showering her neck and face with little kisses and Anne was trying to kiss him too. She felt him get softer and as she was sopping his prick slipped out and she felt his wetness against her thigh.

They both sat back and started kissing. When they broke off, James asked if he could come back another night.

Anne stood, she said “I’m going to the bathroom to clean up. When I come back we’ll sit and wait to see if he comes in at 11.30. If he doesn’t I’m taking you to bed for a while.”

To be continued…

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When we met I was not certain if it was a good idea to try and get to know her. In my eyes she was so very young and only five years older than my own daughter. Cute and pretty, it soon became apparent that she had every intention of getting together with me. Brunette, about 5′ 4″ with a few extra pounds that only accentuated her large 38C breasts, she was a very nice looking woman. Her being college age only made this seem a bit taboo and exciting too.

“Why not?!” I told myself, for I had not been dating much at all. After a quick exchange of e-mails and a telephone call there she was in my car. Her smile was so bright I couldn’t believe she actually laughed at my very silly jokes! Being the southern gentleman, I opened doors and let her go first since she was so beautiful in a blouse and skirt.

Originally I figured this to be a simple dinner date just to get out for awhile. Going to a Japanese restaurant where the chef cooks the meal in front of you seemed like a good idea at the time. The chef was not very good tossing food around and missing his targets.

She had ordered shrimp while I am a steak and potatoes kinda guy. The Chef starts his little show where he was supposed to toss a cutoff shrimp tail onto his hat. Not only did he miss his hat but it ended up in my date’s lap. Seeing me ready to stand up for my date the chef quickly tries to laugh it off saying, ” A really hot piece of tail tonight missy?”

Sure she was sexy but before I could decide if what he had said was offending her honor Amye says with a smile while pointing at me, “He’s the only one getting this hot piece of tail tonight!” I would find out later that Amye was like that all the time. She could come up with a saucy remark on a second’s notice and she was almost never at a loss for words.

Confused and dazed by this unexpected statement my cock stirred at the implications. Not a virgin, no, but still I was naive. Until this woman all the other women I had dated were very conservative in sexual attitudes. Okay, prudes. Unable to read her mind after that last comment I pretended to concentrate on the meal in front of us.

Trying to be a gentleman I made a few jokes which she was polite enough to laugh at. I even took the liberty of touching her shoulder and back during the meal thinking myself oh, so bold.

The meal went well enough but soon it was getting late. I offered to take her dancing at a club or anywhere she wished or even just for a drink. She asked what I had to drink at my bursa escort place and missing the mark totally I said, “Oh Soda, Orange Juice, Milk, Water… the usual.”

“Maybe a soda at your place and perhaps we could catch some TV, or a video?” she said.

Still thinking of myself as the true Southern Gentleman I took her back to my place. Walking in the door I asked, “What flavor of soda do you want?”

“Maybe I’m not that thirsty after all, just kinda hot,” she said.

She took me by the hand passing through the kitchen area heading directly for the den. She put her bag down next to the sofa then turned around and gave me a very big kiss. Now even I can’t miss that one so I kissed her back just as passionately. She said, “Now that’s what I was really wanting.”

Still kissing we some how melted onto the sofa arms and legs now entwined. The blood was rushing through my ears pounding to the beat of my heart. It had been so very long since I had even kissed a woman. Now here I was passionately kissing a very sexy young woman who obviously wanted much more. Not missing my que on this one my hand played along her back until it rested upon her nicely curved ass. This elicited a slight moan from Amye. “Oh yes…” she said.

I’d never been with such an aggressive woman. For no sooner had my hand touched her ass then I felt her hand sliding forward to cup my crotch. She immediately found a very hard erection. Stroking it she says, “So I guess you ARE enjoying yourself!”

“Yes. I feel like a school boy on his first hot date,” I said. Amye continued following the contour of my bulge with her hand as my hands now enveloped her breasts. I could feel the hard nipples even through the bra.

“Amye, you are so well rounded. So firm. Your nipples are so hard trying to push their way through this fabric.” I told her as I fondled her breasts.

What happened next is difficult to describe. She said, “I can’t wait any longer. I want you.” With that exclamation she began undoing the buttons to her top. Almost tearing off the last two her blouse was flung to the side. I tried undoing the back clasp to her bra, but, taking longer than she cared for that too was deftly tossed to the side. Amye stood up. I had the most glorious view of well rounded mounds of womanly breast. What a sight.

“You are absolutely beautiful.”, I said while I was pulling down the zipper on her skirt.

There she stood in the middle of a pile of clothing. Rising up I enveloped her in my arms. I held onto bursa escort bayan her as if she is only a dream that might disappear at any moment. Her lips were on fire as I once again found the delicious sensations of kissing her though this time with an animal lust wanting to devour every inch of her. My teeth grasped her earlobe tantalizing her. Her throat was bared to me, the wolf, as I nipped from one side to the other leaving small marks all down along her shoulder leading to her breasts. Savoring the taste of her skin, I worked my way around each breast being careful not to touch the nipples just yet. My hands roamed in delicate yet insistent circles along her back going lower and lower until I roughly grasped a butt cheek in each hand. She moaned in obvious delight.

That’s when I sucked a nipple into my mouth. Like a grape I enveloped it with no intention of letting it go as I savored this moment hearing her gasp of delight. My tongue ran laps yet again around those mounds. One hand still kneading flesh on her backside, the other worked it’s way forward. She instantly parted her legs at the feel of my hand nearing her cunt. It was obvious what she wanted, and I had every intention now of fulfilling her desires, but on my terms.

My fingers could feel her wetness already while the palm of my hand rotated across her mound. “Oh yes.” she said.

“What do you want Amye?”, I asked.

“I want you to fuck me.” She minced no words. Foreplay at an end, we rose seemingly reading each others minds as we went to the bedroom. She lay down positioning herself with the expectation of me doing it without any more foreplay. What sort of men had she been with before if that’s all she expected I wondered. I certainly didn’t consider myself as being ‘experienced’ but I truly enjoy myself most when my partner is sincerely enjoying themselves just as much as I am.

I scooted across her laying beside her now. “Oh please.” she whimpers, “please fuck me with that cock of yours…” as she continued to stroke its length.

Without saying anything I once again devour her breasts, then open her cunt with one finger. Letting it slide along her outer lips, I split her open. She’s very wet. I can feel the nub of her clit very pronounced so it’s clear that she is very turned on. My finger is so wet as I let it curl up and enter her womanhood. “Oh yes,” she says yet again.

“More please, I want you so bad.” Using two fingers I am soon finger fucking her to her obvious delight.

“More…” escort bursa she says. Taking my hand she pushes yet a third finger inside.

“oh yes that’s it… I’ve been wanting you inside me all night long and this feels so very good.” she exclaimed.

She is still pumping my shaft with very firm strokes and I know I can’t hold back from enjoying such a truly hot vixen. I position myself on top of her with my cock at the entrance to her fiery tunnel. Still holding my shaft she spreads herself open and guides me inside her.

So close to heaven it seems, I relish the feeling of being with someone who truly wants to be with me.

The animal nature in me quickly takes over all thinking abilities and I begin to thrust. “Oh yes baby that’s it. Fuck me,” she says.

I’d almost forgotten how the rush of pure lust can be intoxicating. “Oh baby, deeper… harder,” she starts repeating over and over. I feel her hand sliding down to brush her clit.

“That’s it.” I encourage,

“cum for me baby, cum on my cock. Your pussy is so wet it’s almost sucking my dick inside you.” She is definitely turned on by the dirty talk as I encourage her even more.

“Oh you are a bit of a slut, my slut for tonight!” I tell her.

It seems like an eternity, yet at the same time it’s over way too soon for my liking. She is bucking underneath me, with the beginning of her orgasm I can no longer hold back and I feel myself erupt into the depths of her pussy. I continue pounding away with the sensations overwhelming me. Then she curls up against me grasping me with every ounce of strength she has. “Oh yes, I never want to let you go…”she tells me. My cum deep within her I find that I can think of no other place I would rather be than in her arms.

Reality hit me in the face that I really didn’t know this girl to have gone this far so quickly. ‘Oh my goodness what if she has a disease!’, I thought. Neither one of us had mentioned the use of a condom.

Trying to broach the subject delicately (since it was already too late) I said, “Um, you don’t have to worry about being pregnant. I’ve had the Doc fix that for me”

she gave me a playful slap on my shoulder as she laughingly said, “I had a hunch that you were like that. I truly felt like I could trust you, truly trust you, unlike any other man I’ve ever been with. I’ve only been with a few other men and I’ve been tested so we’re okay together.”

Startled, I was also relieved. We had clicked together so quickly that it seemed rather unreal yet so very natural. I had a feeling in my heart that this may actually be something special, something I had always missed in my life, a woman I too could trust. Who knows what else it could lead too!

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As Dad prattled on I added an item to the list of things I’d never do when I grew up: tell war stories. You know, war stories. When some adult male (is it always men?) recounts a life event demonstrating that he is, or was, heroic, brilliant, wise, and/or brave. One of these stories might be interesting the first or second time told, but they are never told once or twice. They are endlessly repeated. The only reason I figured anyone listens is to gain an audience for his story. There’s an implicit bargain: I will pretend to be entertained by your story for the twentieth time if you pretend to like mine the nineteenth time you hear it

Still, it’s probably not a good sign that Dad had only one: How I Met Your Mom. It went like this. My grandfather, John Nicholas, who at the time owned the first of what was now a chain of car dealerships, threw a promotion: “St. Nick in October.” In exchange for his sponsoring an event for a Tulane University sorority, the girls agreed to work the show. Cute college girls sell cars. My mother, Jennifer, had recently pledged the sorority and was, as Dad told it, the cutest girl in the bunch. Grandad, who was quite the lech, spotted her immediately. Dad intervened to protect her. They started dating and soon married. What he did not say but was clear to anyone who could do the math, as had I, was that this particular bun was in the oven at the nuptials.

Dad picked this day to retell the story because he had come upon copies of the company newsletter recounting the promotion along with photographs taken that day. The photographer had certainly noticed Mom. While the newsletter featured a photograph of all the girls, many of the unused photographs featured Mom alone or posing with others. Dad was right: Mom was a knock-out. Her brown hair was cut short. She was wearing brand new tennis shoes, a tee shirt with the dealership’s logo, and tan shorts. She had been on the gymnastics team until her pregnancy; she was well-muscled and fit.

It would not be fair to say I dislike Dad. It would be fair to say I did not respect him. Family lore was that Grandad had tried to mold his son into a salesperson, but it didn’t take. Dad now worked in the finance department. He was apparently a talented bean-counter and made the company a lot of money, but in a sales-driven organization he would always be considered second tier. Unfortunately years of bullying by his father had reduced Dad to a cipher and Dad had made his bargain: he would take any amount of crap if he could crunch numbers, collect a pay check, come home, overeat, and fall asleep in front of the television. Ambition and strength had deserted him.

Mom, on the other hand, had always been the family personality. However, over the past few years she had slid in Dad’s direction. Among the indicia of that change was a gradual weight gain. She was not eighty pounds overweight like Dad, but could lose twenty. Unlike Dad, she was still active in the community, but even that had slowed.

After Dad finished his tale and turned back to the television, I kept looking at the pictures; something about them bothered me. Mom was young and, what the hell, beautiful. She looked squarely at the photographer; she lacked neither intelligence nor confidence. Granddad was not the first older man who had hit on the woman in those pictures; she must have fended off plenty of unwelcome advances. The woman in those pictures did not need Dad’s help to deal with a man’s unwanted attention.

Mom had seemed annoyed most of the night. She was as bored by the story as I and, I figured out later, was bothered to see so many photographs of her younger fitter self. My border-line ogling of the pictures probably didn’t help.

After Dad started snoring, Mom asked, “What do you think, buster?”

“Mom, is there any truth to Dad’s bull-shit story?”

Mom looked surprised. “It makes him happy. And watch your language.”

A little while later Mom woke Dad and they headed for bed.

The idea of my Mom as a young cutie stayed with me. I fetched a photograph album from the basement. It had pictures from the family’s annual beach trip. While the intense musculature of her days as a gymnast was gone, Mom stayed in shape and her hair, make-up, and clothes were stylish. I put the picture album away and fired up the family computer to look at the more recent pictures. These showed a woman who had started to let herself go. Mom was gaining weight and not paying as much attention to her appearance. I shut down the computer and headed upstairs. I was getting in bed when I heard Mom coming up the stairs.

This requires a brief description of the house. We lived in a camel back. A camel back is a long narrow house in which the back but not the front is two stories tall. There are two bedrooms on the second floor, mine and the guest bedroom. The master bedroom is on the first floor at the front of the house. This provided me maximum privacy by isolating me from the rest of the house.

I stuck my head outside the door. Mom was entering the escort izmit guest room, muttering to herself.

“You okay?”

“Besides being pissed off, hurt, and unable to sleep, peachy.”

She must be mad at Dad, who else was around? Since I had long had a certain prurient interest in Dad’s faults, I said, “Why don’t you lay on your stomach and tell me all about it.”

I started kneading her neck and shoulders.

“Mmmmm, feels good.”

“You and Dad have a fight?”

“Yeah. After seeing those pictures I took a long look in the mirror. I look at myself every day, but I hadn’t accepted how much I’ve let myself go. When I said that to your father, he said he likes his rolly-polly wife. Then he fell asleep and started his freight-train snoring. I was hurt, couldn’t sleep, and all I could hear was him. So I came upstairs. I hope I’m not bothering you.”

This was not, in fact, the first time she had retreated to the guest bedroom. Dad’s snoring could be deafening.

“It’s not a bother at all. Am I working the right spots? Dad’s not exactly smooth. What do you see in that guy?”

“Right now I am not sure. Your hands are amazing. Can you do my lower back?”

I sat up for better leverage and started working her lumbar.

“What did you think of the pictures?”

I took my time, wanting her to believe that I was searching for the right words.

“Mom, well, you’re, kinda hot.”

“You shouldn’t talk that way to your mother.” And then, after a pause, “You still think I’m kinda hot, even with all this extra weight?”

“Yeah, I do actually. You worried about the weight?”

“I think I could lose twenty pounds.”

“I’m not sure of that, I think you look great. But if you’re interested, Coach told me he wants me to move to outside linebacker for my senior year. I am under direction to gain twenty-five pounds of muscle. I talked to a personal trainer who has several spots open; some of his clients are leaving for the summer. He and I are going to start tomorrow. He told me if I know anyone else who is interested I should bring them along. Why don’t you join us?”

“Do you want to work out with your mother?”

“It would be perfect. We could make sure the other one wasn’t cheating on the diet. On the other hand, if you like being called rolly-polly by Mr. Who-Am-I-to-Point-Fingers, I wouldn’t want to deprive you of your fun.”

A moment’s thought and, “You win. I’ll try it.”

I finished her back and returned to my bedroom. At 5:15 A.M. my alarm clock blared. I shut it off, hit the shower, dressed, and headed downstairs. I was surprised to see Mom in a bathrobe. She had the coffee going.

“Morning. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Don’t worry. If I going to start getting myself in shape, I need to see what the well-muscled crowd eats for breakfast. No more sticky buns,” she gestured down the hall to the master bedroom, “with hubby.”

I fished some blueberries from the frig and whipped up protein shakes for two. Mom looked doubtful, but tasted it. “You know, you could come work at the dealership at a less ungodly hour.”

“Mom, I like my job and I don’t want to end up like him,” gesturing to the same door down the hall. Mom raised no objection. Dad must have really pissed her off last night and I was enjoying taking potshots at him. I was gonna ride this one as long as I could.

* * * *

The first few weeks of summer were great. I was working with a crew that installed patios and decks. We started at 6:00 A.M. and worked to 1:00 P.M., calling it a day before the summer heat became oppressive. Unexpectedly, Mom and I got into a regular workout routine. Mom, in fact, loved the program. She and I spent two hours each afternoon at the gym. At night and on weekends we often returned for classes. Mom even took up jogging. While Mom and I were committed to eating healthy, Dad stuck to his old ways, gobbling down junk food and pre-packaged foods in front of the television.

Mom beat her weight and BMI goals each week and, in response, her confidence was growing. Her relationship with Dad remained frosty. It was as if, having gotten herself back in shape, she lost respect for him. Her communications with him became increasingly curt and Dad’s immobile ways became an inside joke. While she would not let me insult him to his face, she no longer stood up for him when I mocked him behind his back.

* * * *

A few weeks into the summer Patricia Miley called. She and I had dated when I was a high school sophomore and she a senior. We had fooled around a lot but had never gone all the way. She went to college in Massachusetts where, based on her intermittent messages, she had discovered her wild side. She was coming home for two weeks. She asked if I was free next Saturday, my eighteenth birthday, and, if so, could I pick her up at the airport and spend the night celebrating in the city.

Over the past few weeks Mom had essentially relocated to the guest bedroom; Dad’s snoring was incompatible with a 5:15 A.M. izmit escort bayan wake up. While giving Mom a back rub that evening I told her that Patricia was coming into town on my birthday and that I wanted to spend the night with her in the city.

To my surprise, she offered no objection. “I always liked her, that would be great. I’d like to see how college has changed her. Make sure I’m around when you ask Dad.”

That night I asked Dad if I could spend my birthday night out. Dad started to say no, but Mom interrupted.

“Don’t be silly. You only turn 18 once; it’s a special night and he should get to spend it the way he wants. Look at the kid dear, he’s built like a brick shithouse. I think he can protect himself.”

Dad looked a little stunned by Mom’s language. Mom went on.

“Of course you can Randy. In fact, why don’t you take your father’s Mercedes, that should knock her socks off.”

She turned to Dad and in a mocking tone said, “If that’s okay with you dear?”

Dad started to respond, “But dear.”

Mom turned to me, “You father and I need to have a private conversation. Why don’t you take a walk around the block.”

When I returned Dad said it was great that Patricia was coming for a visit and that he wanted me to take his car. He also handed me $200.00 with instructions, “To show the lady a good time.” Mom must have really lit into him.

* * * *

I met Patricia at the airport on Saturday. She was prettier than I remembered. If not for her height, she was about five feet two inches tall, she could have been a model. She was slender and small breasted. He long straight brown hair reached below her shoulder blades. She had green eyes and wore granny glasses, effecting a certain hippie look. Her facial features were cute and, well, border-line perfect. She was, as always, dressed plainly but stylishly: jeans, a tee shirt with “Miss Me” printed on it, and sandals.

I answered the question on her tee shirt. “I certainly did. You’re better looking then I remember, and what I remember was damn nice.”

“Thanks stud. You’re looking mighty fine yourself.” She ran a hand across my chest. “You’ve been working out, I believe.”

After I loaded her luggage, we headed for a house in Metairie, a suburb of the city. It was owned by friends of her parents. They were on vacation and had said she could use it while she was in town or needed a place close to the city. I filled her in on my life. Her year has been a bit more eventful than mine.

“I pledged a sorority when I got to campus. It looked like I was in, but then I found out that the initiation required me to sleep with a football, basketball, or soccer player. The pledge chose the sport; the sorority chose the athlete.

“I thought about how much you and I had fooled around in my senior year, but I never let you go all the way. Now I wish I had; I didn’t want the entire sorority to know I was a virgin. I thought about asking you to fly to Boston, but that didn’t seem practical. I thought about hitting the bars and screwing the first guy that looked good, but that seemed a bit trashy. Then I thought about my math class. It was in one of those big lecture halls with hundreds of students. Students were assigned to a grad student, who was there to answer questions. My grad student was named Sarah. I liked her; she was funny and down to earth. She was also pretty butchy and I’ve always been kind of curious.

“I went to see her and explained my problem. She invited me back to her place and, with the help of a strap-on dildo, I lost my virginity. We spent most of the next week together and she gave me an in-depth course on most everything she knew about sex. She prefers women, but has had her share of guys. At week’s end I joined my football player – you know I have a special weakness for those guys – in bed. Let’s just say no one would have guessed my hymen had been intact eight days before.

“She and I have been going at it ever since, but neither wants anything exclusive. I really like that football player and I am one of his regular lovers. I’ve been in threesomes, foursomes, and general orgies. I have had cocks in my cunt, my ass, between my tits, and down my throat. I’ve tied up and spanked people and been tied up and spanked. I fucking love sex. My only regret was that I didn’t devote my entire senior year to fucking your brains out.”

We had arrived at the house. After I unloaded the luggage she said, “So, for your birthday I can take you out on the town and spend some money on you or we could skip the preliminaries and start screwing now.”

My hardening cock provided all the answer she needed. She undid my pants, pulled out my erection, and started to frig my dick. I came almost immediately, spraying my cum on her face. I was mortified. She smiled, used a finger to transfer a dollop from her cheek to her mouth, and said, “It appears we are going to need to practice, a lot.” With that she took me in her mouth, throughly wetting my meat and reigniting my izmit sınırsız escort erection. She took off her clothes and, well, that gentle reader is how I lost my virginity.

We screwed most of the night. Since she didn’t need to be home the next day until 2:00, we also screwed most of the next morning. I dropped her off and got home about 2:15. Mom was dressing for the gym. She started to say something and stopped.

“I hope you two are using protection.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” was my lame reply.

“Good boy, a gentleman never tells, but that shit-eating grin on your face can mean only one thing. You up for the gym?”

“Yeah, let me change.”

* * * *

Patricia and I got into a regular schedule. Patricia’s family was gone during the day, her Mom got home about 3:00 P.M. That meant that I could get to her house after work, get in two hours of bedroom time, and still maintain my work-out schedule. I offered to spend less time in the gym, but her reply, as she stroked my thigh, was that she wanted every little muscle in prime shape.

How we picked a site for the evening rendezvous is more interesting. Mom and I were returning home from a steps class when I told her that in light of Patricia’s short visit, I would be spending evenings with her. Mom’s grin told me that she knew what that meant.

“I’ll miss my work-out buddy, but there are some evening core and aerobic classes I’m interested in. I’ll sign up for those. Do you two have a place to be alone at night?”

Actually, no. There were some high school make-out places around town, but I felt Patricia deserved classier treatment than that. I didn’t have a solution.

“No.”

“The bedroom in the pool house is available. You can come in through the back gate, your Dad will never notice. We’ll have to get rid of your curfew. I’ll inform your father.”

* * * *

As Mom placed his meal before Dad that evening she said., “Your son and I had a discussion about his curfew today. We decided to get rid of it; he can come and go as he pleases.”

“Don’t you think I should be consulted?”

Mom gave him her best exasperated look. “Okay, you’re being consulted.” Her face confirmed she didn’t give a shit what he said.

Dad looked down and fiddled with his food. “If you think it’s okay, dear, then of course.”

Mom did not let him off the hook. “I didn’t say I decided, I said your son and I decided together. Are you going to give us any shit about it?”

Dad never looked up. “No. If the two of you think it best, that’s fine by me.”

Mom stood up. “Your son has a hot date tonight and I’m returning to the gym for some classes. I don’t feel like coming home to a messy kitchen. Do the dishes tonight. And don’t do a half-ass job.” She headed for the door; she didn’t wait for an answer.

* * * *

After Mom left, I met Patricia outside and escorted her to the pool house. By the bed there was a red rose in a small glass vase.

“Nice digs stud.”

I decided to take credit.

“You like?”

“I like.”

We made love, lay in bed and talked, and made love again. After I walked her back to her car I headed upstairs to thank Mom. She was sleeping, a thin sheet pulled over her. I was struck by her body’s transformation. Mom was hot and getting hotter. I leaned over to kiss her t when I noticed a certain scent; she had been masturbating. The bedroom overlooked the pool house. Had she been looking at the pool house, thinking about Patricia and I when she brought herself off? Did all women taste alike? Could I get away with licking her finger to find out?

She was, it seemed, fast asleep. However, when my tongue touched her finger she stirred and in a sleepy voice said, “Randy is that you?”

“Yes, Mom.”

“Did you and Patricia have a good time?”

“Yeah, she loved the rose.”

“Good. I’m feeling kind of lonely tonight. Would you mind laying down next to your mother and holding her.” She said thanks and told me I smelled good. I, of course, smelled like sex.

That day set the pattern for the next two weeks. Up early, work, a couple of hours in bed with Patricia at her house, the gym and dinner with Mom or Patricia, a couple more hours in bed with Patricia at my house, and sleeping next to Mom.

* * * *

Mom’s devotion to reshaping her body was unshakeable and I unceasingly supportive. Her new body displayed neither a supermodel’s waif-like thinness nor a bodybuilder’s sculpted musculature. Instead she was a curvy powerful woman. She let her brown hair grow out and was paying much more attention to her appearance. She became careful about make-up, emphasizing her lovely brown eyes, and wore bright jewelry and flashy sunglasses. She wanted people to notice her. After eight weeks she got on the gym’s scale; she had lost seventeen pounds and exceeded her BMI goals. The guys made sure to congratulate her; she flirted with most of them.

Unfortunately, this was also Patricia’s last day in town. She called as Mom and I were leaving the gym. Mom suggested she come over for lunch and a swim. When we got home we discovered an empty refrigerator. Mom asked me to run to the market to pick up some steaks and vegetables for the grill. It would give her and Patricia a chance to visit.

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Serif is like a volcano. He is lying quietly on the bed but, as soon as I open the door, I feel the barely contained energy. It hits me like a wall. He is frenetic. When he hears me enter his eyes fly up to mine and there is a maelstrom behind them.

“Easy now, Serif you look as if you are about to explode.”

“You know how much I hate this.” He growls. I do. He hates anything that has him confined. He reacts to it with violence, either physically or mentally.

“What is there to hate? I know how much you love to feel my blood flowing in your veins.”

“Not as much as I love to feel your cock in my ass.”

I can’t help but smile. He is so direct, uncomplicated. Sitting down on the bed beside him I stroke his body and it trembles under my fingers, not with passion but with suppressed energy. “What will you do for me, pretty boy?” I croon at him. “If I give you release, what will you do for me?”

As an answer he reaches up and grabs me by the front of my shirt, yanking me down towards him. His hand on the back of my neck holds me so tightly I can’t move and his tongue rapes my mouth with such skill and intensity it literally takes my breath away. At the same time he rips off my trousers. It hurts but right now that’s exactly what I need.

While still crushing me against him Serif wraps his legs around my waist with a grip of iron, lifting his body to grinds his hips against mine. His is rock hard. There is no softness in him anywhere, except for his lips, and the feeling of him against me excites me. He is almost the opposite of Bridge, practically bursting with strength. His legs around me; his thrusts against me; the passion in his kiss. I can’t stand it.

Taking a slightly laboured breath I blow into him and his strength leaves him.

“What the…?”

“I’m sorry, Serif but I can’t, not right now. You’re too full of life; too strong.” I rise myself up to look down into his face, brushing aside the thick, golden waves. He is angry and his eyes flash at me. “One day soon I will send Taz to you in the tower room. You will have your fun. You will roar and claw and find your own release… but right now I need your strength in a different way. I’m so very sorry but I need the passion in your blood to sustain me.

“I have depleted myself in the last few days and I need to replenish. I am going out to hunt and I need to give more. I don’t have the time or the inclination to share the burden and so it is all yours. I need what only you can give. I don’t know what it is that flows in your veins but I know that it gives me what no one else’s can. And today I am going to take it. I am going to take more than you can afford to give.”

As I speak I stroke his hair and chest. The passion in his eyes fades and he becomes uncertain.

“More that I can give?”

“There is a safety level that I do not exceed in my feeding, a level beyond which it becomes difficult for the body to replenish. It doesn’t mean that you bursa escort will die or suffer permanently detrimental effects but it will make you ill for a while. I’m sorry about that, but I need you, I need the fire in your veins.”

Outrageously he chuckles and gives me a look I can’t read. “Will you take me for a ride?”

“If that’s what you want. It would be better for you if I didn’t.”

“Hel, if I’m going to be sick I would rather have some fun first.”

I stroke his face and wonder at this being beneath my fingers. He is glorious. “I promise I won’t hurt you. I won’t drink so much that you cannot come back from it. I won’t kill you, I promise.”

“Go for it. Hurt me; kill me if you want, as long as you make it worth it.”

I stare at him in amazement. “You mean that?”

“Of course I do. It’s all about the experience. “He looks away for a moment and another of those strange unreadable looks passes across his face. “I have a past that I’ve never spoken of. If I live perhaps I’ll share it with you one day. You’re the only one here who’d really understand.” There is something almost wistful in his voice and it makes me uneasy. But then his eyes snap back and he grins. “I’ve lived my life to squeeze every drop of juice out of it and I have to die sometime; everyone does, even you. If I have to die now then I want to do it screaming with pleasure.”

“That, I can promise you. Death on the other hand I will deny you, for purely selfish reasons.”

He grins at me and I lower my head to kiss him. As I release my breath slowly into him I let my hand wander down over his hot, tight body and toy with him. He is already hard. Dammit, he is excited at the thought of his own death. This boy is truly insane.

He is too relaxed to fight me when I kiss my way down his body but he shudders and laughs when I bite his nipples so hard they bleed. As I close my lips around him I slide my finger deep into him and release the smallest amount of venom deep inside. He jumps and moans. Licking his head I drip a tiny pearl of venom from the tip of my tongue into the slit and he groans deeply, clutching at the sheets.

Sucking hard, I let my teeth graze his head and he growls, lifting his hips from the bed. Then I thrust my finger into him and force him to collapse. For a while, I alternate bringing him up and crashing him down until he is about to explode with frustration. He’s loving it. Anyone else at this point would be shaking uncontrollably, semi conscious and begging for relief. Serif is still craving more.

Adjusting my position I manipulate his legs and kneel between them. The look on his face can only be described as hungry, as I penetrate him and immediately begin to thrust strongly. Gentleness is wasted on Serif. No matter what I do to him he always wants more. He’s worse than Taz… or better. Digging my fingers into his hips I ride him hard and he throws his head back panting.

Moving my hands upwards I knead his bursa escort bayan abdomen with one hand while teasing his shaft with the other. Allowing him more movement I gasp as he tilts his hips so that I penetrate deeper and starts to thrust with me, harder and harder until it is hard to know who is fucking whom. He’s so damned strong.

Unconsciously, I have increased my assault on his cock and he is close before I have the focus to realise it. As soon as I do realise it, I withdraw and he growls at me with real ferocity and starts to fight. I throw myself onto him, pinning him with my body, and sink my fangs into his neck. He continues to struggle and I let him, tasting the passion and excitement in his blood.

Serif is strong, way stronger than he looks. He is slender but somewhere in that compact body there is a simmering volcano and when it erupts it is a force that sweeps him away, and anyone he is fucking, with it. He can take me to heights I have never achieved with anyone else, but I always come out of it bloodied and bruised… so does he.

I grab his balls, digging in my fingers as I massage them, making him cry out but he still pants. “More, more.” And I give him more. I give him more than anyone else could take but he’s still begging and thrusting into my hand. When I grab his shaft he cries out again and bucks so hard he almost throws me off. I consider the idea of calming him but the taste of his wildness is exciting me.

I drink deeper and I pump harder, although I appreciate that his struggles are weakening. He is panting harder too and I feel his release close. I have to bring him to climax now or I will miss the opportunity. Running my thumb over his head I simultaneously release pleasure enzymes into his throat and his cock. He screams as he convulses so strongly he dislodges me from his throat and half throws me off, pumping onto his chest and catching me in the face.

Looking down at his wild eyes I slowly wipe his cum off my face with my fingers and touch them to his lips. He sucks eagerly and I leave them there, letting him suckle as I sink into his neck again and drink deeply, until I am satisfied for the first time in days.

By the time I raise my head, he has stopped sucking my fingers and is barely conscious. I am surprised that he is conscious at all. His breathing is fast and shallow, his lips white and his eyes half closed. His hair is sticky and damp with the sweat that covers his whole body, which is shivering. I lay my hand on the side of his face and he manages to fully open eyes that are glazed and drugged looking.

“I will send Taz to sit with you. David can set up the transfusing equipment almost as well as Chancey and I will get him to give you more blood quickly. You’ll be alright.”

His lips twitch and he breathes, “Wild ride,” before he passes out. I can’t help but smile. Between them, Serif and Taz are dangerous. Leave them together for too long and they would shake the foundations escort bursa of the world before they killed each other.

I find David and then call in to check on Bridge before I leave. He looks a lot better. He, Star and Sacha are playing a board game in the sitting room and I hear their laughter before I open the door. He still looks pale and tired but when he sees me he runs into my arms and hugs me.

“I missed you.”

“I was only away for a little while.”

“I know you were but I still missed you. Come and play. Star always wins. We can play in teams and then we’ll beat them.”

I laugh and rub my cheek on the burnished gold of his hair. “I’m sorry Bridge but I can’t right now. I have to go somewhere. I will be back before dinner tonight. I am sure that Star and Sacha can keep you entertained until I get back.” He looks up at me disappointed but still content.

“I know they will. They’re not you, but they’ll do.”

“Hey.” Star says with mock severity, coming up behind and wrapping him in his arms biting his neck. “See, if you like biting I can do it too.”

Bridge yelps and giggles. “It doesn’t feel so good from you but, as a sloppy second you’ll do well enough.

“Cheeky pup,” he growls and swings Bridge around, away from me and into Sacha’s arms. Sacha sweeps him up and carries him kicking and giggling into the bedroom.

“Make sure he has a good lunch.” I say softly to Star who is watching me thoughtfully.

“You love him don’t you?”

“Yes. Does that surprise you?”

“Yes.”

“You care about him too.”

“Yes. Does that surprise you?”

I find myself smiling broadly and, before I know what I am doing, I pull him into my arms and kiss him. I don’t think, I don’t consider the results, I am pulled into his eyes and I have no choice.

For a moment he relaxes, his arms wrapping around me, his lips parting… but then he stiffens and thrusts me away with almost as much strength as Serif.

“Another promise broken,” he hisses.

I am truly confused. “What promise?”

His eyes are snapping azure fire. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me and you almost killed me. You promised you wouldn’t touch me unless I asked it. What’s next? Will you tear out my throat? Rape me? Beat me? Drain me?”

“No. No I would never do any of those things. You may not believe this but I love you. I love you more than you could begin to imagine. I would never hurt you, never. All I want…” I stop and take a breath. “I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry but you are so beautiful and it was the first time you looked at me and didn’t hate me. I couldn’t… I couldn’t resist.”

“Well I hope you do better at resisting from now on because you do that to me again and I will do my very best to tear out your throat.”

“I’m sorry Star. I truly am. Don’t let this spoil things between us, just when they were starting to thaw.”

“Spoil things between us? There is nothing between us. I’m your prisoner and you’re my captor. I hate you and I’ll always hate you. Leave me alone.”

He turns on his heels and stalks away, slamming the door of the bedroom behind him. Hel, he’s glorious. Smiling, I turn and leave the room.

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Men have fantasies. Some men act them out. Women have fantasies as well, some more than men but are relunctant to act them out for fear of being labeled.

I am a woman and I have fantasies, I have yet to act out all of them but I’m not afraid to. It’s just finding the right guy and the right circumstances to do so. Here is a fantasy of mine…

I am in a hotel room overlooking the bay. The window is open. The breeze makes the curtain flow in the air, the wind on my body sends chills all over me. I am in your buttoned shirt, pantiless, awaiting for you to return from your shower. I do not hear your footsteps because I am too busy thinking of last night. I smell the water from the bay below us. You creep behind me. Startled at your touch, I giggle. Your hands are warm on my bare legs. You’re dripping wet from your shower. You are so close, so fresh. Your hands ease their way up both legs. I love the way you make me feel. Your hands caress my ass, a little longer than they should but I don’t mind, I like the way it feels. Your hands are soft, my ass fits in bursa escort your palms. You rub my bum as if you are waiting for a genie to appear. I am her. I am granting your wishes. I smile to myself.

“This shirt has to go.” You whisper in my ear. Your Russian accent sending my senses reeling. You undo each button, carefully, seductively. My breasts are exposed, you turn me to face you. You grab me in your arms and off to the bed we go. You lay me gently on the blankets. You notice my hardened nipples. You take each in a forefinger and thumb and play, making them harder. You bend nearer to me, to my breasts. You wrap your lips around my nub and suck and suck. Nibbling and sucking, teasing and pleasing. You move across to the other one, taking the nipple in your lips, sucking. I lay my head back and moan. I cum. You feel the orgasm ripple through my body. You smile to yourself, pleased.

I feel your hardness against my leg. I feel how much you want me. I hear it in your breath, I feel it in your touch. Yet you wait. Your fingers trail my stomach, down to my womanness. bursa escort bayan You feel my swollen maidenhead. You rub, you play. I am wet. You have made me this way. You excite me, entice me, seduce me. You are finesse, you are strength, you are what you are and I can no longer hide my wanting. You finger me, inserting one deep inside and then another. I go with the rhythm you have set. I cum again. You move your way down, spreading my legs even further apart and bury your tongue inside me. Lapping me up, making love to me. Another wave comes crashing and I explode in your mouth.

I whisper your name in the air. You smile. You know you have me. I will do anything you want.

You ease up and sit face to face to me, caressing my chin, my cheeks, my hair. We kiss. A kiss to die for. Full of passion, succulence, musky, full of wanting, needing, craving, you want me, I want you. We kiss for what seems an eternity. Your hand at the back of my neck, playing with my hair, pulling me as close to your lips as you can. I taste you, I smell you. My need to escort bursa have you again is great as is yours. I pull away.

I trace your body with my tongue. Your hardness evident. Your uncut cock waiting for release, pleasure, whatever it is I wish to give it. I wrap my lips around you. I take your shaft as deep as I can go with it. I feel your veins, your arousal. I suck and suck and I come up and move to your balls. I suck and play with them, gently teasing them. I go back to sucking your manhood. I go faster and deeper as I can. I feel you’re almost there. I go even faster, looking into your eyes, your close. I feel the waves crashing against the shore as you explode into my mouth. I have you. My hunger fed. I love the way you taste.

We lay there momentarily, sated. Until you scoop me in your arms and we play again. This time you roll me over and take me. No foreplay. You bury your cock deep inside my pussy and ram me hard. Faster and harder you fuck me. I love when you do me like this. My breasts flopping with each thrust. Your animalistic ways taking over. I am your prey. You explode again deep within me. You fall upon me. We kiss and kiss.

You have proven my theory for tonight, I have slept with my hockey player and I will forever be your puckbunny….to be cont’d…

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