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“What?” Logan was confused.

“You said try again…”

“Yeah, so you can tell me if my taste is improving. We can keep trying till we make it addictive.”

“Hey, I didn’t agree with that. I thought it was a one-time thing.”

“What? Of course not. This is for us, bro. Not only for me. I want you to improve your taste too. This is the only way we’ll get those bitches to swallow our baby batter. C’mon, it can’t be that bad.”

“That’s easy for you to say. I’m the one swallowing your jizz.” I felt annoyed because Logan was my best friend. We never had this sort of unbalanced relationship. It was normal for us to share everything. If I had to do something boring or eat food I didn’t like, Logan would join me, and we both would feel the pain.

“I know. I just can’t do this. It’s too disgusting for me…”

“And, it’s not for me?” It was the first time I reacted like this to one of his arguments. Logan understood how upset I was becoming.

Logan was thinking about what to do, but apparently, nothing came to his mind. He wouldn’t swallow cum like I wanted him to.

“I’ll think of something, ok?”

“Fuck, man. What’s wrong with you?”

“Hey, calm down.”

“Fuck you, man. Fuck you.” I left his room. I didn’t want this discussion to end like this, but even his voice was annoying me. I decided to sleep and try to forget about it. Hopefully, after all the drama, Logan would forget what happened and we would be able to move on as if it never happened.

It was Saturday morning when I heard my phone vibrating. My head was still foggy. I was groping for it on my bedside table but couldn’t find it. I opened my eyes when I heard it vibrating again. Logan had sent me two messages, then a third one.

I opened my WhatsApp and found two messages and a video in between. The first message read:

‘Look at this.’

I still couldn’t focus well enough when I touched the play button. On my screen, I saw Logan holding something in his hand. He zoomed in and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was that cum? There was a lot in his hand. He brought it to his mouth and swallowed the whole thing. He then proceeded to lick his hand clean and laughed. That couldn’t be happening. I watched the video again with my eyes now wide open.

The third message was asking me to forgive him.

‘WTF?’ I answered.

‘Come over.’

I got up in a fraction of a second. No way Logan had done that. After saying he couldn’t stand the idea of having cum in his mouth, he looked quite ok swallowing it in the video now.

I got in his apartment still wearing my pj’s, which was more like my shorts and an old t-shirt. I haven’t even washed my face yet. I should be looking miserable.

“Fuck, man. It wasn’t that urgent” Logan laughed from the couch. He had his iPad on his legs and a mug in one hand. He was wearing nothing but sweatpants. His jock torso exposed. Sometimes, he’d be totally naked, which is how he slept. Clothes restricted him in bed, he liked to explain.

“You son of a bitch.” I laughed. “After all that shit you couldn’t get cum in your mouth.”

“I know.”

“It’s not that disgusting, right?” I asked.

“Not too bad, I agree.” We were both laughing like dumb teenagers.

“It’s salty, innit? You can’t blame the chicks.”

“It wasn’t too bad. I didn’t use the sour cream. And no salt either.”

“Sour cream?” I didn’t understand.

“Yeah. The recipe. I sent you in the message.”

“I didn’t see anything about a recipe.”

Logan picked up his phone and showed it to me. I saw my message there and after that, there was another text from him. ‘Not real. But it looks like. Got enough for u 2’

“Isn’t that real?” I was disappointed. I wished he had swallowed his cum for real. This way, we’d be on the same boat again. But no. I was still leaving the shore all by myself.

“Dude, I told you I can’t have the real stuff in my mouth.” Logan put his iPad on the couch and went to the kitchen – or the small area where the fridge and stovetop were located. Over the stovetop, there was a small pot. He stirred whatever was inside with a spoon and brought it to me, so I could see it too.

“Here, it looks exactly the same, doesn’t it?” He showed that white mixture to me as if we were in super chef or something of the kind. He was proud of his accomplishment. “I didn’t use the sour cream. So, in the end, this is a little tasteless. But we can change that later. Do you wanna try?”

“Why would I?”

“C’mon. I made this for the two of us. It’s not that bad.”

He went back to the kitchen and poured the mixture into a small bowl before bringing it back to me.

“Here, give it a try.”

I didn’t take the bowl, so Logan took my hand with his hand and made me hold it.

“C’mon. I used egg white. It’s nutritious. Give it a try.”

I don’t know why, but I brought the bowl to my mouth and let the liquid run down onto my tongue. It wasn’t bad. It tasted nothing.

Logan rushed back to the kitchen and returned with the pot. He poured almanbahis the rest of the liquid into my bowl. He made quite a lot. It should have a full glass of white viscous liquid there.

“I read this is good for you to take as breakfast. You can have it when you wake up. How’s the taste?”

“It doesn’t taste much.”

“Yeah, I didn’t want it to taste anything. So, we can fix the taste. Drink the rest.”

I didn’t see any problem in drinking that, so I brought the bowl back to my lips and let it all into my mouth.

“There you go.” Logan pinched my cheeks, which was something he used to do when I did a good job.

For a moment, I had forgotten what I was there for. I didn’t even know why I was drinking that viscous liquid that felt like a watery porridge in my mouth. Logan had that power over me, I confess. His brain worked twice as fast as mine. Our coach always said that to us. We were equally strong, but I was too slow. In a way, it was like I was always daydreaming while Logan was vigilant.

I’ve witnessed this speed discrepancy many times. When a guy tried to take my wallet out of my pocket, and Logan scared him away. Or when I forgot my cash in the ATM, and Logan warned me. There was that time when I was walking aimlessly and before falling into a huge hole on the ground, he caught me by the arm and helped me. The list is endless. Maybe this is why I’ve never fought him. Logan could foresee my behaviour and stop me from getting angry even before I realized I had a reason to start an argument. Yesterday was an exception, and he knew it. He knew I’d never be pissed for too long. Yes, it’s also happened before and, in the end, it was me apologizing to him for my bad attitude. To be honest, after drinking the ‘porridge’, I couldn’t remember what I was drinking.

“Why does this shit look like cum?” I asked.

“Fuck, man. That’s no shit. That’s a recipe of fake cum.”

“Fake cum? What for?”

“I was thinking that you should be right. We always do everything together. I couldn’t make you swallow my jizz and don’t do anything in return. So, I thought I could at least pretend I were drinking it. And this is quite close, right?”

Oh, that’s right. This is what brought me to his house in the first place.

“It’s obviously not the same thing,” I complained.

“It feels the same, dude. You’re creating a drama for nothing.”

That’s also something Logan used to say to me quite often. To him, I was always making a drama for no reason. I was too dramatic. I should be an actor. I used to turn small issues into huge unsolvable problems. I should relax and take it easy.

The thing is I couldn’t see the bigger picture. Logan swallowing fake cum while I drank real one was just one part of the issue. The other was that I was now the one swallowing both the real and the fake ones. He drank a few drops of that shit while I had a full glass in my stomach. Oh, and a third problem: the day had just started. One message from my friend, and I was in his apartment with a stomach full of fake cum.

“It’s still not the same.”

“Of course, it is. What do you think cum is made of? Water, fat, protein… The same here. Both nutritious.”

His last sentence was followed by several seconds of awkward silence. It was a rare moment between the two of us. We never ran out of topics as we could talk uninterruptedly for hours maybe days.

“Do you wanna play games? Watch TV?” Logan suggested.

“I don’t know, what if…” I was about to say getting back to sleep when he interrupted me.

“Hey, what if we call the chicks? If we play our cards right we can get them sucking us again. Maybe we can get some pussy now.”

“That sounds awesome. Fuck.” Yeah, the words ‘suck’ and ‘pussy’ got me to a different zone. It’s never too much to repeat how horny we were. Usually, we’d start talking about chicks in the early morning and continue till we were both in our beds sending pictures of sluts through the phone.

“Nice.” Logan returned to the couch where his iPad was, took it back onto his lap and opened Skype. I sat on his side and saw his call logs. Apparently, he had called both Sarah and Michelle many times before. I was a little confused when I saw the names of people I didn’t know, such as Adam and Ted.

“Who’s Adam?” I asked. I can’t deny I was a little upset. I thought I knew all of Logan’s friends and family. I’m sure I’ve introduced to him everyone I was acquainted with.

“Oh, that’s a guy from high school. He wanted to know if it’s worth applying for our uni. Shit like that. I couldn’t even remember who he was.” I heard the Skype’s dialling sounds.

I saw then Sarah’s face on his tablet. She was still in bed. Her head was lying on a pink fluffy pillow. Logan said hi before placing the iPad back on his lap from where Sarah could see the both of us.

“Morning, studs. What’s up?”

“Not much, so far,” Logan answered. “We were thinking if you and Michelle would be down for another ride.”

“What do you mean by ride? Cheap dinner almanbahis yeni giriş and a romantic night in a deserted park?”

“Oh, c’mon. It wasn’t that bad, right?” Logan had no idea how to deal with women. He could be very smart, but sometimes I think he liked to play dumb.

“Nah.” She laughed. “That wasn’t bad if compared to the jizz you wanted us to swallow.”

We heard a female voice in the background. “What’s that? The guys from yesterday?” It should be Michelle.

“Yeah.” Sarah was still laughing.

Michelle showed her face as she laid on Sarah’s left side.

“Man, when I saw you having those anchovies, I could imagine the disaster.” Now she was laughing at me. I was the one who had anchovies.

“I didn’t know. I swear.” I said defensively. “I still dunno how the stuff we eat changes the taste of our cum.”

“Logan should’ve told you. He’s the one bothering us with this obsession of having us swallowing your jizz.” Sarah was still laughing.

Logan looked at me. “Yeah, I was talking with them before. I asked them if they could swallow our jizz.” He looked back at the camera. “And you said you would.”

“No, we said we would if you were tasting ok. It didn’t happen. Now we’re calling you anchovy and olive.”

“Fuck, man. If you do that no chick in this campus will ever suck us anymore.” It was my turn to complain as habitual. “You can’t expect us to know how our jizz tastes.”

“Do your research, boys. There must have something you can do about it. We can go out for dinner if you want, but no head till you’re ready. And if you aren’t, we’ll tell everyone who anchovy and olive are.” Sarah was still laughing when she hanged up.

“So, what do you have in mind? If they start talking about us like that we’re done for. We still have two years on this campus, bro. Two years with no head.” Logan was serious and a little upset.

“I’m thinking, ok? I’ll see what I can eat to enhance the flavour of my jizz…”

“So, you’re saying you’ll swallow your jizz to see if it tastes better?” Logan asked.

“I don’t see any other way…”

“And what about me?”

“You can do the same…”

“Dude, c’mon. You know I can’t do that. I’d throw up. It’d make me sick. Swallowing the fake one made me sick already. That’d kill me.”

“We can eat the same stuff. If it enhances the flavour of my jizz, it will do the same to yours…”

“You know it’s not how it works. It’d never taste the same.” Logan moved from upset to sad. I’d say almost tearful. It hurt me to see him like that. “You’ll be the only one getting head. It’s unfair, man.”

“Bro, I can’t just keep swallowing your jizz. That’s weird.”

“Weird is you having fun all by yourself while I’m left aside like the pineapples you pick from your pizza.”

I didn’t like fruits in pizza. Logan was saying I was about to discard him like something I didn’t care about. That wasn’t true. I was feeling guilty. We had a pact we’d always be together. Our lives were entwined forever.

“Sorry, man. That’s not what I meant.” I was becoming sad myself. “It’s just that I feel weird doing that.”

“Oh, so swallowing your own is ok, but mine is not? We’re like brothers. We’re one, man. It shouldn’t be any different swallowing my cum or yours. You’re being selfish. Really. I’d do that for me if I were you without even thinking about it. That’s how important I think you are.”

I wanted to say ‘ok, I’ll do it for you’, but I was afraid I’d sound like a fag if I did that. Who else but fags say they’ll swallow another dude’s jizz?

Logan continued: “What if we jerk off here and then we talk about it later? Then no pressure, ok?”

“Ok…”

Logan was still dead serious when he went to the kitchen. He returned holding two small white bowls. He gave me one.

“Make sure you cum in there.”

The TV was on. Logan only needed to press one button, and I saw the frozen image of a blonde slut covered in cum. That was one of the cum-swallowing compilations we used to watch together when we wanted to polish our knobs. Logan pressed play before kicking his pants away. I let my shorts fall on the ground and we started a quiet session. Normally, we’d make comments and joke about some scenes, but this time we were more focused on the video.

It didn’t stop us from having rock hard boners though. Yes, we were two horny guys, technically still teenagers. As we weren’t talking, it didn’t take me long to cum. I took the bowl and aimed my dick at it. Logan looked at me and smiled for the first time since we started our argument.

“Won’t you try to disturb me this time?”

“You bastard.” I laughed. I left the bowl on the couch and started dancing in front of the TV. As I danced, my now soft cock would go up and down, and then move from left to right. That was fun. I then turned around and started twerking to Logan.

“Fuck that bitch, yeah” I was yelling as I attempted to interrupt his fun. I turned back to him, and he was cumming now. “Fuck, man. You can still see almanbahis giriş the telly? I need a better strategy.”

“Yeah, but it’s fun like this, right?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

I sat on his side again. I found cum in his bowl too. I took mine back in my hands and showed it to him.

“I cummed more than you.” I bragged.

“Yeah, I rubbed one off this morning already. I tried to taste it. I can’t, seriously. I almost threw up, I swear. You know how I can’t stand vomit, right?”

That was true. Logan once told me the last time he threw up, he was eight. He hated it so much, he promised never to throw up again. This is one of the things we can’t promise as we can’t control it, but he’s succeeded so far.

“Will you drink yours now?” He asked.

I looked at my bowl. Well, it didn’t bother me that much. I brought it to my lips and let the liquid run down till it touched my lips and fell on my tongue.

“Swish it around first.” He instructed. It made sense. The taste was terrible, I got to admit it. I swallowed thinking it should’ve been better to spit it out.

“The chicks are right. It tastes bad, man.”

“Anchovy and olive,” he sighed. He was thoughtful for a little while then he offered me his bowl.

“Please?”

I didn’t know what to say or how to react. I took the bowl in my hands. Fuck it, I could do that for my bud. I was about to let the bowl touch my lips when he stopped me. I was surprised.

“Not all at once. Let’s try to replicate the flavour with the fake cum.”

“What for?”

“I’ll explain later.”

The two of us went to the kitchen naked. I was still holding the bowl with his cum. Logan got a clean pot and started mixing a few ingredients and cooked for a few minutes. In the meantime, we were talking about Sarah and Michelle mostly.

“Why don’t you put your nose in the bowl, so you can smell my jizz?” He suggested suddenly.

“What for?”

“Well, the taste has a lot to do with the smell too. Just so you get used to it.”

I wouldn’t argue. I put it a few inches away from my face, but Logan pushed it closer and my nose was then buried inside the bowl. When talking, I’d try to withdraw a little, but Logan insisted I shouldn’t move. His cum smelt like my cum. I thought cum would always smell like cum.

Once done, Logan put the fake cum inside the fridge to let it cool down. It was weird to talk with that bowl in front of my face, but eventually, we both got used to it.

“I think it’s good already. We don’t want it cold, right?” Logan took the pot out and took three spoons of fake cum into the bowl that lodged my cum until a few minutes ago. “Now we can start.”

Logan put both bowls on the table and a spoon in each one of them.

“Try the fake first.”

Drinking his cum would be embarrassing enough, but he wanted more. I put the fake cum in my mouth and swallowed.

“Still bland?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“Good.” Logan brought a small notebook and a pencil. “Now try a little bit of mine and take your time. Swish it around, gargle if you want, but try to understand the taste, so we can make the fake one taste exactly the same.”

That sounded a little sick to me, but I didn’t want to let my bud down again. I brought a spoon full of his jizz into my mouth and let it sit on my tongue for a while. It was salty and a little bit sour. When I told him that, he got salt and a bottle of sour cream and placed both on the table. From this point on, we looked like two alchemists. I would try the fake and real cum, one after the other until we got to a point where the earlier tastes exactly like the latter.

“Are you sure?” He asked me.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

Logan made sure to write down the exact amount of each ingredient he used. It was precise. He cooked yet another batch and made me taste it too.

“Still the same?”

“Yeah. The same.”

“Good. There’s enough now here for you. We can save one for tonight and another one for your breakfast tomorrow.”

“Why so much?”

“So, you can get used to it, of course. This way, when I change my diet, you’ll know if my cum is tasting different too. And as the flavour changes, we change the recipe too.”

“Man, you’re taking this shit really serious…”

“And shouldn’t we? C’mon, we know how important this is for us. We’ll be able to make those chicks swallow our juice and they’ll never call us names again. Even better, imagine if they start saying to other bitches we’re not anchovy and olive, but honey and syrup. Man, we’d have a line of bitches coming to have their share. Agree?”

“Yeah, maybe…”

“Not maybe. I’m telling ya. This is happening. I’m so fucking excited! You should be too.”

“I am, man.”

“Have your glass of cum then. This one you can have now.”

He offered me a full glass of fake cum.

“Man, this tastes bad.”

“But we’ll make it better. C’mon, you’ll get used to it.”

I got the glass and before overthinking it, I gulped it down. The after taste was strong. I caught myself burping that shit. But Logan was happy with my obedience.

“Now, we got to start thinking about how to deal with your dick, bro,” Logan said as he got the rest of the fake cum and filled up two plastic bottles.

“My dick?”

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The sound of his voice, his breathing as he approaches his orgasm is still so fresh in mind. Hearing him cum when we are chatting sends me over the edge and I find it so difficult to control myself. He loves it when I loose control, and I slide over that edge for him, sometimes repeatedly. He is such an amazing lover, amazing friend to me. Our connection so sincere, so real, so lovely. I truly cannot get enough of him. We met on Lush a few years ago now. Our friendship always special right from the start. We just seemed to connect with each other. About two years ago we took our friendship off Lush. We started to text each other, talk on the phone, share our lives with each other. Since then, there has been no one else for me, or him either I don’t think. There is no comparison to him. The attraction, friendship, connection we share, both sexually and non, is so amazing, It is truly hard to put into words to describe. He is my man now. My one and only. My thoughts drift back to the night before. Like most nights, we had chatted on and off throughout the day, priming each other for our night time ritual. To go a night without him is rare. “Come to bed with me Mack,” I text him. “Mm mm yes, Heather. Meet you there in travesti istanbul fifteen minutes,” he replies. I smile and my body ignites for him. I undress and wait in bed for him. “Hello sexy lady,” I read on my phone. His simple text sending jolts straight down to my pussy. “Hello my sexy man,” I reply. “What are you wearing Heather?” “Nothing Mack, I am naked for you.” I smile as I hit send, knowing this will send his body raging. Naked is how we always like it now. Since the first time we chatted naked, it has to be this way. “What are you wearing Mack?” “Just my boxers Heather,” he replies. “I think you are over dressed Mack. Take them off.” “Mmmm babe, I am naked for you now.” God the image of him laying there naked for me sends my senses soaring. “Are you horny for me Heather? Hot for me? Wet for me?” he asks. “God yes, Mack. So hot for you. So wet for you. So so horny for you Mack. Only for you.” “Spread your legs, Heather. Run your fingers along your slit babe, nice and slow for me.” So hot and wet already, my finger easily glides along my slit. A small moan escapes me. My legs widen. The feeling is so good. “Yes Babe, god it feels good. Are you hard for me Mack?” I ask, already knowing istanbul travestileri he is. “So hard Heather. God you make me so hard.” Smiling, his words sending jolts right to my hot wet mound. I part my lips and slide my fingers deeper. What this man does to my body is so amazing. Imaging his cock so hard for me makes me so hot all over. “Stroke your cock for me Mack. Stroke it for me nice and slow.” Imagining him, my sexy, sexy man, stroking his rock hard shaft for me makes my pussy drip. God, I want him. Want to touch him, kiss him, taste him, fuck him. Want to take his hard cock in my hand and stroke it for him. “I am babe, nice and slow. God it feels so good.” “Mmmm does it Mack? Would it feel good in my warm wet mouth babe?” “God yes.” I know he wants me to suck his cock. Almost as much as I want to suck it. “Mack honey I want to suck your cock. I want you to feed it to babe, nice and slow. Watching me, on all fours, as my pretty lips wrap around you and swallow your long hard shaft.” “Mmmm mmmm.” “Will you feed me your rock hard cock Mack?” “Yes, Heather.” “Will you fuck my face Mack? Nice and slow?” “Oh baby yes.” “With a steady increase Mack. Grip my hair and plunge deep into my mouth?” istanbul travesti “Mmmmm God, Heather. Yes. God yes.” Smiling, I know he is hard as rock for me. My pussy is throbbing for him. “Mack honey will you fuck my pretty face babe?” “Fuck, Heather yes.” I can hear his groan in my head as he reads my words. “Will you grip my long blonde curls Mack, grip them hard, and plunge your cock deep and hard into my warm wet mouth?” “Oh baby fuck…” he replies. I smile and whimper as I work my sopping wet pussy. Fuck, I want to suck his cock. The thought makes my pussy ache. “Mmmmm Mack baby will you fill my mouth with your sweet cum?” “Heather baby fuck yes. Suck it baby.” I whimper at his words. God, I would give anything to have his hard cock deep in my mouth. To wrap my lips on him. Feel his hardness, every ridge, every vein. “I am so wet for you Mack, so so so wet babe. God, I wish you could feel my pussy right now.” I know this drives him wild. The thought of my pussy, so hot, so very very wet for him. Makes his body so hot for mine. “I love to make your pussy wet Heather.” “I love to make your cock hard for me Mack. Tell me how hard you are.” “Hard as rock Heather. Hard as rock.” God, I want to have this man inside me. Inside all of me. Every hole. Fucking me hard. Fucking me slow. Sucking my nipples. Licking my pussy. Making love to me. “Oh Mack stroke for me.” I run my fingers up and down my drenched pussy, along my slit, part my lips. God, it feels good.

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We returned home from our marvelous trip, where we were able to see mom’s best friend’s daughter’s new baby daughter, who I wanted so very much to take home. She was the most beautiful little thing I think I’d ever seen in my whole life with her full head of raven black hair and big, big beautiful deep, deep blue eyes.Ah well, back to reality. David and I resumed all our usual fun-filled activities, at least until I left to go back to school for the upcoming fall term.We had about five weeks left at home before leaving for school. David and I resumed meeting in his room after everyone had gone to bed. I went over to his room without any clothes on, and David took in every single inch of my naked body before inviting me to sit down on his bed where he would begin by stroking his erect cock with one hand and my wet pussy with the other. While he was busy fingering my wet pussy, I istanbul travesti removed his hand and started on his penis with mine, giving him a good handjob before we turned to a sixty-nine position where we could both enjoy a really spectacular orgasm.Once we had recovered, he played with me again, giving me several very fulfilling and wonderful orgasms as I returned the favor on him before we stopped to rest for a little while. I laid down on his bed with him beside me, and we continued to stroke each other keeping the fun going for several hours before giving each other another a good sixty-nine again. After bringing us both to another wonderful climax, we called it a night.I got up to go to the bathroom to rinse off when he came in to clean-up, also before we both went to our own rooms and to bed.The next morning, we awoke, got up and dressed and went downstairs after travesti istanbul the folks had left for work, fixing some breakfast together. David was going out for awhile, so I sat down after turning on the TV and put on my music channel to listen to while reading, as David was gone.About an hour-and-a-half later, I was still sitting there listening to the music and reading when David came in with some deli sandwiches and chips, so we sat down at the kitchen table to eat. After eating, I cleared the table and David went upstairs to get undressed returning once again to the living room, naked, sitting down on the couch to have some fun with himself.He was on one end of the couch as he started stroking his hard cock, so I ran upstairs to get undressed and returned back to join him on the other end of the couch and slowly began to touch my own clit, pushing first one, then a istanbul travestileri second finger into my wet pussy as David watched me doing so intently, not taking his eyes off me.We were both going at it hot, hard, and heavy, moaning loudly and having some wonderful orgasms as we sat there taking care of ourselves for a good while that afternoon.As time slipped by, we were both reaching the time when we would have to stop and get cleaned up before the folks came back and caught us in our predicament. This would have been one of the most embarrassing situations for both of us. I don’t think either my dad or his mom would have understood or forgiven either of us for being this way.We went back to our rooms to get dressed and then came back downstairs to clean up and put everything back in its place, spraying the area with some natural clean air freshener to clear up any lingering tell-tale scent of sex.It was less than half-an-hour until my step-mom walked into the house with my dad coming in about fifteen minutes later.Mom and I had gone into the kitchen after she returned from changing her clothes to prepare dinner.

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We all have those mornings when we wake up in a horny mood. Different things provoke the mood though. Sometimes it’s a dream you had, possibly a moment you had with somebody the day before or in my case this particular morning it was a picture shared by a Lush friend.We all have our favorite body parts to turn into our fantasies and fetishes if you are completely honest with yourself. Mine happens to be a woman’s ass and legs. There is nothing sexier than a woman bent over with her legs spread far enough apart you can see her pussy and anus on istanbul travesti full display.This was the picture she had sent me and it was frozen in my mind that morning as I woke up. Her perfectly rounded ass cheeks spread just enough to see her puckered little hole and the puffiness of her pussy protruding out from between her thighs. Those cheeks then moved downward to her perfectly shaped thighs before floating on downward to her sexy calves and finishing at her cute feet with her painted toenails. By the time my mind got to her istanbul travestileri feet, my hand was firmly stroking my hard cock.I pictured the things I would do to her bent over like that. I would run my hands over her thighs and across her ass before teasing her pussy with my fingers. As she got wet, I would gather some of it on my finger and slide it over her puckered anus, teasing the opening until she relaxed and accepted my finger with a light moan as the sign of the penetration. I would continue to play and tease her pussy travesti istanbul with one hand as I slowly fingered her ass at the same time with the other.As I played with both of her holes, I would gently be applying soft kisses all over her cheeks. Maybe nipping at her once in a while. I would slowly work my way around her cheeks until I removed my fingers from her ass and replacing them with my tongue. I would run it over her opening, teasing her before pushing the tip into the opening provoking a louder moan from her.All the while my fingers are pushing between her pussy lips, thrusting into her deep and steady. Using the fingers of my now free hand, I would start teasing her clit, stroking it in my fingers back forth as my fingers played with her pussy and my tongue worked in and out of her ass.

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I’m feeling a certain sense of Déjà vu as I enter the Medical Building. It is a familiar scene. A usual routine with me. Every eleven weeks I make an appointment to get my Depo Provera, my birth control, shot. After my first shot in September 2004 I discovered something about myself that I had never realized. I found that the whole process of getting the Depo shot made me incredibly wet and horny. It was the beginning of a fetish that not only continues to this day but has grown beyond just my routine birth control shots. Now I try to get every shot I can in my butt. How can getting a shot in the butt get this girl sexually aroused? Honestly I can’t explain it. I’ve thought about it but have yet to come up with a definitive answer. All I really know for sure is that getting shots in my butt is a huge turn-on for me.Butterflies are flitting in my stomach as I enter the doctor’s office. I guess it is the anticipation as much as anything else. As I walk to the receptionist’ desk, I can feel the sticky wetness seeping from my pussy and into my panties. I am secretly hoping my doctor will notice my aroma and make a move this time.He is handsome and tall with a physique to die for. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized about his cock and having him slipping it into me. I’ve never seen it, but I have wondered about it every time I see him and continue to think about it for days and from time-to-time weeks afterwards. I imagine in my mind how long it is, how thick it is, and how good it would feel him thrust it inside of me. I am always aroused in his presence and hoping he will make a move, any move, but he never once has made a pass at me or even hinted of any interest. The hope is always there, but the results are always the same – disappointment and a raging libido.“Can I help you?” asks the receptionist.“Yes. Meagan Carpenter to see Dr. Langbrook. I have an appointment.”Keying my name into her computer, the receptionist replies, “Yes Ms. Carpenter, I see you here. I’ll let Dr. Langbrook know you’ve arrived for your appointment. Please, have a seat, and he’ll come for you shortly.”“Thank you,” I reply and take a seat.The wait. I’ve always hated the wait. As I mark my time, the anticipation grows, and so does the feeling in my groins. The juices of my sex are seeping into my panties. I cross my legs trying, unsuccessfully I might add, to stymie the feeling and its results. My mind is wandering, thinking about him, thinking about us. A young, single girl can always dream can’t she?Suddenly my trance is broken as Dr. Langbrook opens a door and calls out my name. My heart skips a beat or two as I see him.“Meagan, good to see you again. Please, will you follow me?” he asks, beckoning me through the door he is holding open.He is walking just ahead of me, and we have the usual small-talk about how everything is going with me. We walk down one hall then another until taking a final turn. Half-way down the hall is his examination room. Opening the door, he beckons me in before following behind me and closing the door after him. He gives a few clicks on the keyboard of his computer and my medical files open before him on the screen.All the time I’m thinking, take me damm it. I need your cock. I want your cock inside of me.“I see you are here for your scheduled istanbul travesti birth control shot. Is that correct?” Dr. Langbrook asks, breaking my train of thought.“Yes, doctor, that’s correct.”“Would you like a nurse present when I give you your shot, Meagan? I can get one as a chaperone if you desire one.”“No thanks, doctor, I trust you,” I say calmly all-the-time secretly hoping that he’ll betray his ethics and take me.“All right then, Meagan, give me a moment to get what we need. I’ll be right back.” He gently shuts the door behind him as he leaves.Again my mind wanders. I can’t help it. At least he is calling me by my first name and not Ms. Carpenter, I think. I hate being called Ms. Carpenter. I’m not going to lie, I’m totally infatuated with him. I just melt in his presence. If only there was something I could do, something I could say to get his attention. My mind continues to dwell on Dr. Langbrook and on his manhood. My panties are soaking now as my juices seep even faster into my crotch.A few minutes later, Dr. Langbrook returns, holding a small metal bowl-like tray with everything he is going to need. Sealed packages containing the syringe and the hypodermic needle. A vial of Depo Provera. A bottle of isopropyl alcohol and antiseptic pads.The moment of truth has arrived. I think will he make a move this time? A pass, a hit, anything. Please just let him notice me.“Meagan, please bend over the end of the examination table and bare your butt for me,” he tells me.The anticipation is overwhelming now. My excitement is about to burst as I pull up my dress, pull down my panties and eagerly bend over the table. Surely he must be aware of my scent now. Please make a pass, I think, as I prepare myself. I stand there, my ass completely bared and turn my head to watch Dr. Langbrook prepare the shot. The suspense is killing me at this point.He tears open the package with the syringe in it. Removing the syringe, he holds it between his fingers while ripping open the other package and attaches the needle to the barrel. Still holding the hypodermic between his fingers, he opens the bottle of alcohol with the other hand and, after grabbing some antiseptic wipes, cleans the top of the Depo Provera vial before up-ending it and inserting the needle into it. I watch with growing anticipation as he withdraws the Depo from the vial, which fills the syringe. Afterwards, he recaps the needle and lays the syringe on the examination table ahead of me so I can see it.I turn my head to follow him as a retrieves another antiseptic wipe and, wetting it with the alcohol, he walks to my left buttock and gently cleanses the upper outer quarter. He seems to linger a bit. It feels as if he is softly caressing the butt-cheek.I can’t help but let out a soft sigh. Please notice me, don’t stop now. I think once more. I gasp from the coolness of the alcohol and wait with bated breath. My heart is pounding, It’s ready to leap from my chest.He stretches the skin tight and seems to hold it taut for what seems like minutes, but I’m sure it’s only a second or two.The mind is a funny thing and how easily it drifts when it fixates on something. I’m thinking about Dr. Langbrook and his cock again when suddenly I feel the jab the needle into my gluteal muscle.A travesti istanbul muffled “ouch” escapes my lips.“I’m sorry, Ms. Carpenter! I didn’t mean to hurt you.”“Its O.K. doctor, being penetrated, is sometimes a bit uncomfortable for me.”Shit! What an embarrassing Freudian-slip to make, I think.A moment later, I feel him rubbing the injection site with another alcohol-laced antiseptic pad.“There, that should make it feel better,” he says as he gently caresses the injection site.I sigh.“All right, Meagan. You can get dressed now, and I’ll see you again in 11 weeks.” With that, Dr. Langbrook shakes my hand gently and turns to leave, shutting the door softly behind him.******As his footsteps disappear down the hallway, I stand. Disappointed once again, I pull my panties back up and adjust my dress before walking out of the room and back to my car. The whole time, I can feel the sticky wetness between my legs and the familiar need that remains in my pussy.After starting the car, my mind wanders back to Dr. Langbrook.“Meagan, give up. He’s never going to go for you. He’s never going to notice you,” I say aloud.The car engine is purring, and the gentle vibrations aren’t helping with the sensations I’m feeling between my legs. I squeeze my legs together, hoping they’ll dissipate the desire but to no avail. I open my legs slightly and slide my hand between them and begin gently caressing the moist crotch of my panties.A soft “mmmm” escapes my lips.I rub harder against the fabric covering my vulva. Instead of sating my desire, it is only increasing it. I forget I’m still in the parking lot, in plain view of all the people that are passing by. My moans increase as my actions stimulate and enhance the feelings I’m having. Moments later, I slip my hand under the waistband and rub hard against my mons. My moans are filling the car. Fortunately, the windows are rolled up, and no one can hear me. My eyes are closed, and if anyone has noticed me, I certainly haven’t noticed them. The only thing real to me right now is my sexual feelings and desires and my innate need to satisfy them.I continue, moving from palming my vulva to tracing my labia with my fingers. Far from sating my need, it is only increasing them. Suddenly I slip a finger into my wetness. I jump as I penetrate myself and hold still for just a moment, savoring the feeling. Soon I begin moving the finger back-and-forth inside of my pussy surrendering to my need. Several minutes go by and with my eyes are still closed. I’m blinded to everything but my need for sexual fulfillment and relief.A second finger joins the first. Moving back-and-forth, it causes even more of my juices to flow. I’m moving uncontrollably in the seat of the car as I play with my pussy. Increasingly, the movements of my hands are constrained by the tightness of my panties as they are stretched to the limit.I stop. For just a moment. Just long enough to lift up my butt and slide my panties down to my thighs.My fingers again slip down between my parted legs and resume rubbing against my mons. It is now glistening from my juices in the sunlight. One, two and then three fingers slip inside of my pussy. I jump uncontrollably in my seat and squeal as my fingers find my clitoris. Pushing back its hood, I begin to pinch the istanbul travestileri swollen nub. I can’t help myself now as I start thrusting madly into my torrid flesh.With one hand rubbing and finger-fucking my pussy, I move my free hand to one breast. Its nipple is hard. I pinch and pull it. I squeal in delight that the combined actions the fingers of both hands are giving me. I now begin squeezing my other breast through the fabric of my dress and the material of my bra.The feelings in me are growing exponentially. I’ve surrendered myself to the sexual desires that are overwhelming me. Any pretense of restraint has disappeared. I’ve always been a sex addict, and my actions are showing just how addicted I am. I’m in my own world now. The world of sexual pleasure. A world in which it is only me and the fingers of my two hands as they take me further-and-further and deeper-and-deeper down the path of no return.‘I must free my breasts,’ I think as I reach back to pull down the zipper my dress and manage to clumsily unclasp the back-strap of the bra. Afterwards, I manage to push the cups above each breast. I begin kneading each nipple in turn through the dress. Not ideal, but the combination of the massaging, the kneading of my breasts and the frantic movement of my fingers in my sopping pussy are driving me wild with passion.Harder-and-harder I’m pulling, faster-and-faster I’m thrusting my fingers. My heart feels as if it is going to leap from my chest. I can’t seem to catch my breath as my breathing quickens, my chest heaving. I’m bucking wildly in my seat.A fourth finger joins the three in my pussy now. My hips rise to meet the thrust of my fingers. My moans have become screams of passion. I take myself higher-and-higher, as I become more-and-more in touch with the sexual appetite that despite being fed, hunger for more.The scent of my sex fills the car as I suddenly rise up and scream out, “Yes, OH YES, YYYEEESSS,” as my passion reaches its crescendo and breaks. I buck wildly, uncontrollably, as my orgasm overwhelms me. It takes control of my mind and body as it is released. After just a few moments of explosive ecstasy, the remaining energy is freed in spasmodic fits until, finally, my body begins to return to normal.******Unexpectedly, I’m awoken from my satisfying sexual stupor by a rapping on the window of my car. You can imagine the horror I feel as I recognize the rapper is no one other than Dr. Langbrook!Quickly, but unsuccessfully, I try to recover some sort of decency by pulling up both the straps of my dress and my panties.I roll down the window. Searching for words, all I can say is, “Hi, Dr. Langbrook.”He smiles wryly. “Well Meagan, all I can say is that you put on quite a show here.”“I’m sorry, Dr. Langbrook, I’m not sure what came over me.”“Well, I can tell you what came over you, but I’m not that sure this the appropriate place to discuss it, Meagan. Here’s my phone number. Call me, and we can make an appointment for a more private and more intimate discussion of what just happened.”Blushing, I reply, “Thank you, Dr. Langbrook, I will.”I watch Dr. Langbrook go to his car, enters and drives out the parking lot.Relieved, I manage to get my clothing back into some semblance of order. Then, I too drive out of the parking lot, basking in the glow of the aftermath of not only my orgasm but also the satisfaction that Dr. Langbrook finally noticed me. On the way home, my mind begins to wander again. Again, I’m thinking about his cock inside of me. No one hears the sigh that escapes my lips as I do.

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 “You can’t wear that!” exclaimed Alison.“Why not? Isn’t it sluttish enough?” replied Claire. She was proudly showing off her tight black wet-look PVC one-piece dress, which barely covered the distance between her nipples and her ass. Her cunt lips peeped out cheekily from underneath.“It’s too sluttish! This is an old-style religious service we’re going to: you’ve got to look modest and chaste and stuff – like they dressed before the Enlightenment.”“Oh, but that’s so disgusting! Besides, how can you be ‘too sluttish’? There’s no such fucking thing as ‘too sluttish’!”“Yeah, I know – but that’s how things are with these Old Believers. You need to cover up – long sleeves and long trousers and things. Here, try this,” said Alison, flinging some pieces of clothing out of her trunk.“Where the fuck did you get these, Al?” Claire grimaced.“Fancy dress party: ‘millenial’ themed…”“These are so fucking awful,” declared Claire as she pulled on a pair of jeans and a blouse. “Look, the only tears in these jeans are at the knees: there aren’t any on my ass or my cunt. And this blouse is so fucking thick so you can’t even see my tits through it. How’s anyone gonna feel me up in this?”“They’re not – that’s the point! In those days it was considered bad form to feel someone up without their consent.”“Well, why would anyone withhold consent? Fucking Jesus!”Alison ignored the question, but continued, “Here, and you have to wear these.”“What the fuck is this?” asked Claire, holding up a piece of clothing the like of which she had never seen before.“It’s called a ‘bra’. You wear it on your tits.”“What, like this?” asked Claire, incredulously.“No, no, it’s what they called ‘underwear’. You put it on under the blouse. And these –” Alison brandished an even stranger item of clothing, “are called ‘panties’. You wear them under your trousers.”“Is the point of all this gear to stop anyone from even trying to fuck you? ‘Coz that what it looks like!”“Yeah, maybe – but when in Rome… And they’re all going to be old-style believers there today, so let’s just try and behave, shall we?”“Fucking God-freaks, you mean. Illegal, subversive, anti-social religious pervs. And I bet they’re all Undesirables: blacks and coloureds and…”“Claire, calm down! We just go and sit and keep our mouths shut. Even if you can’t stand Rob, do it for Eva’s sake – okay?”“Okay – but you gotta fuck me first before we go in – otherwise, I’m gonna go fucking crazy sitting in church for a whole hour with no jerking off allowed. Jesus…”~Conveniently, there was a bench on Tottenham Cunt Road where Alison could eat Claire’s pussy before the funeral started – even if doing so around jeans and panties made things a bit more complicated than they istanbul travesti were used to. (“Jesus, Al, how did they ever fuck in the olden days?!”) And when Alison knocked twice on the green door, a smiling dark-skinned nun let them in and led them down a long plain corridor, to a small chapel with pews and kneelers arranged in a semi-circle facing a simple stone altar. “Hey, it’s like our fuck lab!” whispered Claire. “Is that where they fuck, on that table thing? That must be so fucking uncomfortable!”“Sh!” signalled Alison. “Don’t use that word here!”“What word? ‘Uncomfortable’? What’s wrong with saying…”“‘Fuck’!” whispered Alison. “Don’t say ‘fuck’ here – it’s rude!”“Oh yeah, sorry – I forgot… Don’t say ‘fuck’, yeah, okay…”There were already a few people kneeling at the pews, praying or whispering quietly to each other. Unlike at Wankminster Abbey, no one was fucking. “No one’s even jerking off!” whispered Claire to Alison, amazed at the novel sight. “But look, I was right – they’re all coloureds and Asians and…”“Shhhh!” Alison signalled to Claire to be quiet. In front of the altar, on a dais, was a simple wooden coffin. And seated in the front pew, backs to the door, were Eva and Rob, talking quietly with a dark-skinned priest whom Alison presumed to be Father Ambrose. Rob was dressed in a black suit and tie. Eva was wearing a long black dress, her hair straightened back into a simple ponytail, a black mantilla over her head. Alison and Claire sat down in a back pew.“Jesus, Al, look at Eva!” whispered Claire. “She looks awful! No one’s gonna want to fuck something looking like that – oops, sorry, F-word. And who’s the Asian in the pyjamas?”“I think he’s the priest – Father Ambrose. I think he might be Goan…”“Well, they all look the same to me… Hey, is it true that if you go to confession you can get your throat fucked by the priest? That must be – oh fuck, sorry, there I go again – oops, oh fuck, I just can’t stop saying…”“SHUT THE FUCK UP, CLAIRE!” Alison whispered, but louder than she meant to. A few heads turned in the front pews. “Sorry…” Alison mouthed apologetically to the congregation. Eva and Rob noticed, turned, grinned and waved at their friends, as the chapel slowly filled with mourners.Alison had never been to a non-fucking church service before – but she had at least been to church, and so knew to follow along with what everyone else was doing and copy their behaviour. Claire, on the other hand, was finding it very difficult. They were barely ten minutes into the service before she started whispering into Alison’s ear, “I am so fucking bored and so fucking horny. Hey, let’s sneak out and have a quick fuck – they won’t notice.”“No, Claire, travesti istanbul just sit down and shut up!” whispered Alison urgently.“Surely they won’t mind if I just jerk off quietly here in the back pew. I won’t make any noise, I promise…” She slipped her hand between her thighs and started frustratedly rubbing her crotch through her denim jeans.“You’re already making noise, Claire. Just shut up and sit still!”“How can you stand it? Aren’t you horny too?” whispered Claire.The truth is, Alison was. She was a fucker through and through and was devoting much of her attention, as was her habit, to scouring the congregation for fuckable specimens. Truth be told, there weren’t many of them: most of the congregation looked, Alison thought, old and ugly: presumably all sterilised specimens of various types of Undesirables allowed, for exceptional reasons, to remain in the Union after the Expulsion – the last, sad, hidden representatives of their once-numerous communities, now decimated by exile or execution. But she amused herself by wondering what the few young, dark-skinned, handsome (or pretty) specimens of Undesirability present kept hidden under their well-buttoned clothes – remembering what Eva had said: “The few of us that are still here are only allowed to remain in order to satisfy white people’s penchant for fucking black ass…”Father Ambrose was now reading out loud:Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.As Alison listened, she wondered briefly whether it was true. She felt weary and burdened, to be sure – from being ‘loved’ by Rob, from being attacked by Eva, from being assaulted by Chad, from watching the old man mown down in cold blood in the name of the Enlightenment, from all the jealousy and spite which seemed to permeate the whole world of state-sponsored fucking. Was there really someone who could lighten her burden? Tears welled up behind her eyes. Claire muttered next to her, “Fuck, I can’t jerk off through these fucking clothes. Is there a bathroom anywhere here?”“Off that corridor, I think – where we came in.”“See you later,” whispered Claire, sliding out of their pew and disappearing.For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God…“Oh, Jesus, this is heavy!” thought Alison to herself. “‘Love… love… love’ – that’s all they fucking talk about, these God-freaks.” From her istanbul travestileri position close to the door, Alison could, much to her embarrassment, hear Claire moaning from the behind the door to the toilets. “Oh Jesus,” Alison thought, “if she wants to fucking jerk off, can’t she do it quietly? Last time I take her anywhere…”Who will separate us from the love of God? Will hardship, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us.“‘Conquerors through love?’ What the fuck does that mean? Is that possible? No, no, no – Mommy and Daddy taught me that ‘love’ oppresses and imprisons people. It is Pleasure that conquers all things… But if that’s so, why aren’t I in that fucking bathroom with Claire, eating her cunt and letting her fist my ass? Why am I sitting here with all these ugly people listening to this bullshit? I mean, it can’t be true: I bet they don’t even believe it themselves. They’re all gonna be like Rob and Eva – sitting here listening to God-shit, then the moment they’re out the door they’ll be fucking the first ass which comes their way…”Then I saw a new heaven and a new earth; for the first heaven and the first earth had passed away, and the sea was no more. And I saw the holy city, the new Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride adorned for her husband.From the other side of the toilet door, Alison could hear Claire building up to her orgasm: “Oh yeah, oh fuck,” she was muttering, “yeah, rub that fucking clit, baby – I wanna fucking come!” But for a moment Alison ignored her, intrigued anew by the words she was hearing from Father Ambrose: “‘A bride adorned’! Not a bride oppressed or violated, but ‘adorned’! What the fuck…?”And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying: See, the home of God is among mortals. He will dwell with them; they will be his peoples, and God himself will be with them; he will wipe every tear from their eyes. Death will be no more; mourning and crying and pain will be no more, for the first things have passed away.And then something strange happened: Alison did not know how or why, but she felt compelled to kneel. She was, for the first time in her life, not kneeling to suck a guy’s dick – but kneeling for something unutterably rich and strange. She felt compelled to worship, to adore something – or Someone – greater than herself, so much greater, in fact, that she could not even attempt to seduce Him. And yet He loved her. He offered her not Pleasure, but victory through His Love. With Him, she would not need to keep eating every new cunt, or fucking every new dick that came her way, for He was adorning her as His bride. Suddenly, Alison thought, it was as if a veil had fallen from her eyes. All the ‘marriage’-talk, the ‘love’-talk, even the ‘fuck’-talk – these things were just signs, shadows, typoi, signposts to the eternal Love which now beckoned to her from Beyond.

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I absolutely despise going to the doctors, but my birth control has run out and they won’t renew the prescription until I come in for an exam. I’m living on my college campus at H University so I have to go to the campus health clinic instead of my family doctor, because there’s no way I can miss taking my birth control. I need it just in case I meet the right guy and things happen. Because on this campus, things happen all the time. We’re known at this school for the insane amount of sexual activity on campus. It says so in some underground rating book on colleges. Other schools are rated high for drug use or violence. At H University, we’re just a bunch of sex sluts.

I am not a sex slut. I’m not a virgin, but I’m pretty vanilla and picky when it comes to letting people put their dick in me. I’m not lacking for attention. I’m 5’2′ and 125 with full hips and boobs, but a small waist. I’m an acting major so I’m confident in front of a group of people and comfortable with my body, but I have really high standards. And that means I am typically horny without the right guy to fulfill my needs.

When I arrive at the campus health clinic there’s a small crowd, but I have an appointment so I don’t think that will matter.

“Kelsey James,” I tell the student checking people in at the clinic. She crosses me off the clipboard she has at the desk. “Hey. What’s with all the people here today?”

“There’s some study being done and students get paid $100 for participating,” she tells me in a loud and excited whisper. “I signed up to go tomorrow. Do you want to get in on it? I can add your name to the list.”

“I’m good. I just need to get my prescription renewed,” I tell her. I do not like being poked and prodded with needles so no way am I doing some health study.

“Suit yourself,” she answers with a shrug and waves me towards the chairs.

I only have to wait about 10 minutes before the nurse calls my name. I’m ushered back into a sterile office with an exam chair with cuffs at the bottom. They’re there for me to place my feet in to help spread my legs. I shiver at the sight. It is not fun being so vulnerable with your sex on display for someone to go poking around in.

“Take everything off. I’m sorry, but we ran out of paper gowns because of the study going on next door. We’ll try to be brief so you aren’t too uncomfortable,” the nurse tells me before leaving me alone in the room.

Great. I have to be completely nude the entire time. I’m not thrilled, and the room is chilly. I quickly kick off my sandals and strip off my t-shirt and shorts, folding them on the visitor chair sitting next to the exam chair. Next I remove my cotton panties and bra and place them on top. I hop up on the chair and cross my arms over my naked chest while crossing my legs. It’s seriously pointless to try to cover my nudity when I’m about to have a metal instrument pushed up my vagina, but it still brings me some comfort.

The door opens with a bang and the doctor rushes in. He’s an older guy about my Dad’s age, tall and beefy with graying hair and twinkly blue eyes. “Sarah?” he asks me, holding a stack of medical files.

“No. I’m Kelsey James,” I correct him, eyeing the open door behind him with discomfort. Anyone walking by would get a clear view of my nakedness.

“Shit. Sorry Ms. James.” He thumbs through the files looking for the correct one. “It’s been a hell of a day with that study going on. I’m Doctor Kellerman, but you can call me Dr. K.” He puts the correct medical file on travesti istanbul the small counter at the end of the room and sticks the rest of the files in the holder on the door before closing it. I sigh at regaining some privacy.

“Stressed?” the doctor asks me hearing my sigh.

“Well yeah. Aren’t all college students stressed?” I don’t want to point out that he’s the cause of my stress. I feel like that would be rude.

“Well, let’s fix some of the causes for your stress. It says you need a birth control prescription refill.” He eyes my chart. “You know that doesn’t prevent STD’s right?”

“Yes. It’s only back up and I’m not really that sexually active.”

“What do you consider not that sexually active?” he asks me with curiosity.

“Um…I haven’t had sex in about 6 months.”

His eyes twinkle. “6 months is a long time for someone at this University.” He laughs to himself and I try not to take that as an insult.

“Let’s see how everything is going before we talk birth control options shall we?”

Dr. K reclines the back of the chair to lay completely flat before offering me a hand. I have to let go of my chest and uncross my legs to lie back and suddenly the room feels much smaller and more intimate. Dr. K comes around to the side of the exam chair and gently lifts the arm closest to him above my head and lays it flat on the headrest before placing his hands on my naked breast. He gently massages the breast in circles, tapping the tissue and checking for lumps. He works his way to the center of my breast before squeezing my nipple.

I try not to squirm with his hands touching my breast because it feels good after so long without any action. He moves around to the other side of the chair and repeats that action on my other breast, massaging me gently before squeezing my nipple. He moves behind the chair and does one last check with both breasts at the same time, really cupping the weight of them before pinching the sensitive nipples and rubbing them with his thumbs. My nipples stay erect when he’s done and moves to the base of the chair. My breasts tingle from his touch and I almost wish he was still touching them.

“You have beautiful healthy breasts Kelsey. Make sure you continue to check them regularly for lumps.”

I nod silently in agreement, aware that I’m wet between my legs from the breast exam.

“Scoot down to the edge of the exam chair and let me help you get your legs in proper position,”

Dr. K instructs, pulling a stool from the corner to sit with his face right at pussy level.

Shit. He’s going to see that I got excited.

I scoot down slowly and offer him my right leg which he places on the cuff at the base of the chair. He reaches for my left leg before I offer it and rests it on the other cuff. He then pushes a lever to extend my legs further up and out making me spread eagle for his inspection.

I feel a finger gently probe my wetness and hear a deep inhale. Is he smelling me?

“When’s the last time you had an examination honey?” Dr. K asks as I feel him insert 2 fingers into my vagina while the other hand presses on my lower abdomen.

“Um.. about a year ago.” His fingers curve upward and I swear he’s hitting my g-spot as he continues pressing his hand into me with another hand pressing down on my pelvic area. I feel his fingers continue to probe me and try not to groan at how good it feels. He’s hitting something inside me and I’m struggling not to move. Instead my pussy clenches involuntarily istanbul travestileri on his fingers and I feel him stop what he’s doing. He leaves the hand with his finger pressing inside me as the other hand slides down slowly and skims over my pussy, grazing my clit and the wetness that I can feel leaking out from his fingers inside me.

I cross my arms over my chest in embarrassment as his fingers leave me and I feel how much I’m already affected by my exam. Before I can recover, he slides his still slippery digits inside my ass, prodding me a few times as I nearly come off the chair.

“Beautiful,” he says before removing his hand.

He wipes his hand on a towel on the small counter and pulls open a drawer full of instruments and brings out the metal tool, a speculum. “This will help me open you up so I can take a look inside.” He pulls his stool close and pushes on my knees to open up to him further.

The cold metal slides in before he uses the clamp to pull the walls of my vagina open. I hear the click of a camera as he uses his cell phone to take pictures at the inside of my pussy.

“Perfect,” he says before using a swab to take a quick sample and sealing it in a plastic tube.

He slides the metal instrument out of me and sets it aside. He gently rubs the outside of my sex, feeling along my labia and skimming my clit again. I bite my lip and close my eyes as I feel more wetness seep out of me.

“I have one concern. You’re really worked up and on edge and I don’t think that’s healthy for a girl your age.” His voice pierces the haze of arousal as his hand continues to rub gently and comfortably between my legs.

“Excuse me?” I ask the doctor, not fully believing what I’m hearing.

“Look Kelsey. You’re a beautiful girl.” He taps gently on my sex that is still on display to him. “You’re healthy and enticing. But you need to relieve some of that pent up stress or you’re going to do something stupid like have unprotected sex with some boy with an STD. And believe me, I’ve seen a lot of STDs around here lately.”

“What are you saying Dr. K?” I lay there staring stupidly up at the ceiling with my legs spread with his hand still touching me.

“I’m offering you a healthy prescription to release some of that stress,” he says as he slides a finger into my pussy suggestively.

I’m not going to lie. His hand feels good. The moment the doctor appointment changed I felt all kinds of wrong about it, but having that finger gently stroking into my pussy felt so good.

I didn’t say anything and neither did he. He just continued to slowly stroke my dampening pussy, in and out, waiting for me to decide if I wanted to allow him more.

My breathing picked up from his gentle administration. I started to roll my hips in time to his strokes but couldn’t open my mouth to say yes.

“It’s okay sweetheart. I know it’s uncomfortable. I’m a professional doctor and I’m not going to tell anyone what happens in this room. I’m here to service your needs. Okay?” He sticks another finger inside me still stroking gently but pushing just a little deeper.

I nod my head. No one will know. He’s not allowed to tell anyone. Doctor-patient confidentiality.

“I need to hear you say it honey. I need your permission.”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

He doesn’t hesitate at my agreement, but slides his stool closer and places his mouth on my sex. I feel the warm breath as he blows gently on my clit before sucking the engorged bud into his mouth and latching istanbul travesti on. His fingers keep stroking in and out of my pussy as he suckles my sex. His other hand cups and kneads my ass before he slides a finger in my puckered opening. He continues sucking as his fingers pierce both holes simultaneously. I’m rocking into his hands and face wanting more. His mouth releases my clit and his fat tongue takes over, licking my juices around my opening and between my thighs. He laps at my clit, teasing it with the tip of his tongue.

“Good girl. You taste amazing.” His deep voice praising me makes me feel dirtier and I get even more excited about what he’s doing to me.

“Oh God!” I cry as the older doctor assaults all of my senses with his hands and mouth. I press my hands down and grip his hair to hold him to me as I grind against the doctor and hit my first orgasm in 6 months. I release his hair and almost groan in embarrassment as I realize I just came all over my doctor’s face.

Dr. K uses the towel from earlier to wipe his mouth and hands before standing and unbuttoning his pants. “Your pussy is fantastic Kelsey. I’m going to make sure we take care of all of that stress sweetheart.”

I’m blissed out on the orgasm I just received from a man that’s as old as my Dad and wonder what the heck he’s doing. He reaches in his pants and releases a large and very excited cock.

“I thought this was all about me?” I say dumbly.

“It is sweetheart.” He shoves the stool to the side and moves between my spread legs. “You’ll love this just as much as I do.”

He rubs the head of his penis in the fluids from my orgasm, coating it up nicely as he groans in anticipation. I try to sit up and tell him No, but he slides right into my pussy filling me to a level I haven’t experienced with any of the boys I’ve slept with. He starts pumping his hips, grabbing my thighs to leverage himself to hit hard and deep. I cry out from the intense feeling as he pummels me hard and fast. I feel his big cock sawing in and out of me, dragging on that spot he was hitting with his fingers earlier.

“Please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging for.

His balls are slapping against my ass and I can feel my orgasm building. I start pushing back to meet him, bracing myself on my elbows so I can watch the doctor’s dick sliding in and out of me. I’m so close, my pussy clenching onto the doctor’s dick like a vise grip.

“Oh sweetheart. Yes. Fuck you feel so tight and perfect.” Dr. K continues pumping his big cock in and out. His hand reaches over and presses his hand down on my mound, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing slow circles. My eyes close and head goes back as my orgasm hits and my fluids squirt all over Dr. K’s lab coat. He thrusts a few more times before pushing in deep and releasing his hot load deep inside me. I can feel it coating the walls of my womb as he continues clutching my thighs against him and grinding his dick further into me.

Fuck. He just came inside me and I’m not on my birth control. I’m horrified.

“Doctor. I think you need to prescribe me the morning after pill,” I tell him as he finally withdraws his softened cock. I watch his cum spill out of me onto the pristine tiled floor.

He chuckles before swiping a glob of cum with his finger and pushing it back inside my pussy with more of his magic finger strokes. I can’t help but moan at the feeling against my sensitive swollen sex. He continues pumping his cum filled fingers inside me.

“For that sweetheart, you’re going to need another appointment with me tomorrow. In fact, I think you should book an ongoing appointment with me twice a week until the end of the semester to be completely safe.”

He strokes my well fucked pussy until I cum for him again.

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While in Iraq, I made friends with a First Sergeant and his commander. She was a 5’8″ black woman of Jamaican descent, with a beautiful face, small tits and a fantastic ass. She had a slight Island accent which only enhanced her qualities… I was in love (spelt L.U.S.T. love). The three of us met for evening meal each day and talked about everything and anything. We were comfortable with each other and others from their company sat with us on occasion.

After several months, stress started to set in with the Soldiers, as it does, and “blow ups” became normal over petty things.

My boss had received a “royal ass chewing” from his boss and I had been “vented on” by my boss even though it had nothing to do with me. I knew no ill-will was meant, he just needed a release. Still it “chapped my ass” as I bottled it up as opposed to finding a lower to vent on.

So, arriving at the table with my friends already there, the First Sergeant asked if I was okay.

“No,” I replied, “I’m pissed off.”

“Better than pissed on,” was his smart-aleck retort.

“Depends who’s doing the pissing on,” I laughed. I have a wit also.

“Gross!” he said, “I’m getting coffee, anyone want some?”

“No thanks,” we answered.

He left and I started to eat.

“What if it was me?” Tracey, the commander, asked.

“What?” I asked, confused.

She placed her elbows on the table, leaned in and lowered her voice.

“What if it was me, pissing on you? Would you let me?” Her eyes shone as she awaited my answer.

“Not to sound like a pervert, which I am, but yeah, I’d let you pee on me.” I softened the word so she didn’t think I was a pervert, even though I had just told her I was.

She said, “Hmmm,” and sat back in her chair.

The First Sergeant returned and asked what we were talking about. Before I could answer, Tracey said, “The usual. You ready to roll, I’m gonna turn in early tonight.” They were riding together.

They left and I finished my meal, alone and confused… or shunned???

Returning to my room, I took a shower and put on PT shorts and t-shirt. Because of my rank, I had a bath unit… toilet, shower, hot and cold water – very nice.

There was a knock at my door. When I opened it, Tracey was there in PT clothes.

She looked around, “Can I come in?” she asked. She had never been here before and I didn’t know she knew where I lived.

“Sure,” I moved aside to let her pass.

She looked around once more and entered.

“So, did you mean it?” she inquired, while looking around my billets.

“Mean what?” I thought I knew what she was talking about but wanted to be sure by letting her tell me.

“You’ll let me piss on you?” She faced me, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah. If I can piss on you.” I called her bluff.

“Of course. Wouldn’t have it any other way.” She looked in the bathroom. “Let’s go, I don’t have much time.”

I was taken aback. “Right now?”

“If you want to.” She looked at me with her big brown eyes. “I know you’ve been trying to get in my pants since we met, now’s your chance.”

“Okay. What do you want me to do?” I gave the lead to her so she would dictate the level of kink we were going to be involved in. I had a high level; she may not have.

“Get some towels and put them around the toilet. Then strip and sit on the pot.”

We placed towels around the toilet to “soak up the splashes” she said. I stripped naked and sat down on the toilet.

She took off her shoes, socks, shorts and granny panties. My eyes opened a little at the panties; I didn’t expect a thong but something a little more “delicate” shall we say.

“They’re comfortable in this environment, plus who am I trying to impress. Anyone who gets this far will be more interested in what’s under the panties.”

She stood face-on to me and showed me her shaved pussy.

“Not thinking of the panties now, are you?” she laughed as my cock began to rise. It was the first live pussy I had seen in five months.

“Spread your legs so I can get your whole cock and balls,” she instructed.

“Wait.” I said, “Not fair. I’m naked, you’re still wearing your shirt.”

She tutted, “You would have seen my tits eventually.” She took off her t-shirt and sports bra.

Large A, maybe small B cup, tits appeared; hard erect nipples attached. Beautiful.

“Satisfied?” she asked sarcastically.

“Can I see your ass also,” I pushed.

She rolled her eyes, turned and bent over. Fuck, what a delicious ass.

She turned back to face me.

“Can we get on with it? I drank a liter of water on the way here.” She smiled when she said this – I don’t know if it was an evil smile or friendly.

“Go ahead.” I braced myself.

She squatted over me and pulled her pussy lips istanbul travesti apart. Her stream started and grew. It was warm and powerful. She circled her pelvis to coat my entire crotch area.

As the stream weakened, she put her right leg up the wall (nice, she’s flexible, I thought).

“Lick my pussy,” she ordered me. I leaned in and ran my tongue over her lips, lapping up the stray piss drops. She was sweet, not tart or tangy as a lot of piss I had tasted.

I didn’t know if it was the piss or her pussy, so I went back for seconds. I ventured to grab her ass to pull her closer. The pussy was the sweet taste.

I licked her clit, then down her slit to her cunt-hole. I tongue-fucked her a few times before returning to her clit. I was in heaven.

“Fuck… You eat pussy good.”

My inner voice said, “You mean well” and my inner horny asshole slapped my inner voice and told it to shut up.

I concentrated on pleasuring Tracey, for I was getting pleasure from it also.

My hands began to massage the delectable ass I was holding and I boldly moved a finger toward her star. I circled it and received no admonishment from her – did she like ass play? Did she take it in the ass? Not important right now.

She backed away from me, dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. Sucking the head in and out of her lips to wet it (I assumed), she poked the opening with her tongue before licking the whole head and then down the shaft.

I put my hand lightly on the back of her head.

She looked at me. “I don’t need help deep-throating. I’m a great cock-sucker and know how to give pleasure to a guy. Let me do my thing, cause I enjoy it too.”

I shrugged and put my hands behind my head and enjoyed her work which included deep-throating.

She had not lied, she was a great cock-sucker and in less than five minutes, I exploded in her mouth. She sat back on her heels and, looking in my eyes, swallowed my load.

She stood and leaned in to kiss me, I did not shy away. I felt her tongue press against my lips and I parted them to give her access. Her tongue explored my mouth and I tasted my cum on it. Not the first time for that.

She broke the kiss; I could have stayed that way for another hour or so.

Grabbing my hand, she led me to the bed. I watched her ass move as she walked; it was as perfect as I had thought.

“Okay, rules.” She sat on the bed and looked at me. “You can fuck my ass or mouth but you can’t fuck my cunt until I get protection. I don’t want to get pregnant. I don’t mind rubbers but prefer bareback, so I have to go on the pill. None of that ‘pulling out’ shit; that doesn’t always work.”

I nodded in agreement. I had no problem fucking her mouth or ass (which answered that question) … fuck, I’d be happy if she just talked dirty to me.

“No mention of this to anyone – I mean ANYONE. Don’t be bragging to your buddies about fucking me, okay?”

“Don’t worry on that score.” I turned the key in my lips and threw it away.

“Don’t be awkward when we see each other out and about. No going behind buildings to get a quick kiss or to feel me up, understand?”

“Yep. What else?”

“We only do it here. No coming to my room on the pretense of needing information, clear?”

“Roger.”

“I’m a pervert, so, if I go overboard, let me know and I’ll rein it in. I don’t want to scare you off as you are the first guy I’ve done that with here. The pissing part, not sex.”

“So you’ve been having sex since you got here?” I asked, curious more than anything.

“Yes. Haven’t you?” She was incredulous.

“With who?” I asked.

“Fuck, I know four people who would fuck you if you asked them.”

“What?”

“Yep. The women have talked about who is hot and who they would fuck in the unit. Four said they would fuck you… one even said she’d let you ass-fuck her.”

“Hmm, who are these women?” I asked, hopefully but as if I wasn’t interested, which I was.

“Carter is the one who would let you ass-fuck her. She is very forward about what she does sex wise… not as kinky as me, but definitely a freak.” She laughed.

“Which one is Carter?” I could not picture who she was talking about.

“Short auburn hair, glasses…”

“Oh, yeah! She looks like she has a nice body.”

“She is fucking toned; works out all the time. Shaved pussy, nice tits, pierced nipples.”

“How do you know?” I was intrigued.

“We shower in the same unit. I never pegged her as kinky but she said she has done threesomes; she didn’t go into detail, before you ask.”

“Who else?” Why hadn’t these women approached me, five months of jerking my cock to porn and there where at least four willing to give up the pussy… fuck, I am so unlucky.

These thoughts ran travesti istanbul through my mind, and abruptly disappeared when I looked at Tracey, naked and available, on my bed… Nope, I am lucky.

As she started to speak, I leaned forward and kissed her. My hands went to her tits and I felt them for the first time. Not big enough to fuck, but I would love to cum on them.

“Is pissing your only kink?” she asked, breaking the kiss.

“God, no. I am so perverted, the word perverted doesn’t cover it.”

“Really? What have you done that’s so perverted?” Her interest revealed in her eyes and voice.

“I love to talk nasty. Like when you said I can’t fuck your cunt… I almost came. I love women who say cunt when talking about their vagina.”

“I love dirty talk too. What else? You ever suck a cock?”

“What? Why would you go straight there?” I looked perplexed.

“No problem if you have. I love watching gay porn; even seen two guys suck and fuck each other in real life.” She seemed proud of that.

“How?” I asked.

“I was doing a threesome with them. It was my former boyfriend, he was bi. We didn’t break up because of that; he left the Army and returned to New York or New Jersey, somewhere in that area.”

“So, you’ve done threesomes before?” I cocked my eyebrow in a ‘tell me more’ kind of way.

“Yes. Quite a few, actually. That was my only male bisexual encounter.”

“Ever do one with a woman?”

“Several. And yes I eat pussy, suck tits, and kiss women. You good with that?”

“Fuck yeah. I want to do that with you some time. You done it here or with anyone from the unit?”

“Haven’t done it here. Have done it with a chick from the unit and her husband. She moved on before we came here.” She looked off as if remembering the woman. “Anyway, enough talk, let’s fuck.”

She bent over and sucked my cock into her mouth. To do this, she pulled her legs onto the bed and was laying on her side. I walked my fingers down her back, over her toned ass, and between her legs.

She raised her upper leg to give me access to her pussy. She was wet with anticipation. My finger slipped easily into her cunt as my other hand fondled her tit on its way to her clit.

She looked at me, continuing to jerk my cock. “Do you eat ass?” she asked.

“Of course. And if I didn’t, I would take it up just for you.” I smiled back, showing her how committed I was to her in that moment.

“You don’t have to flatter me; you’re going to get laid.” She smirked and went back to sucking my cock.

She raised up again. “I asked you that, so you would do it.”

I looked at her quizzically. Her expression told me she thought I was the dumbest motherfucker walking the earth.

“Eat my ass, dipshit.” She raised her eyebrows in astonishment and went back to sucking my cock.

With a bit of maneuvering, I was able to work my head to her ass. I breathed in the heady aroma.

She had taken a shower before arriving and smelled of coconut and jasmine or something like that… definitely coconut, not sure about the flowers.

Without ceremony, my tongue went up her asshole. No preamble of licking the hole first, I wanted to taste the ass I had jerked off to on many occasions.

I tongue-fucked her for a while, then pulled out and licked around the opening.

Her top leg was raised to the ceiling and I remembered she said I couldn’t fuck her cunt, but she didn’t say I couldn’t play with it.

I licked her twat and sucked on her clit, then remembered I had already done that when she pissed on me… so yep, she was correct, I was an idiot. I can do anything but put my cock in her cunt… got it.

I went back to licking her asshole and moved on to her delicious ass cheeks – nipping, sucking, kissing, even biting – which made her yelp.

She rose from her cock-sucking position and got on all fours; her ass pointed at me.

“Fuck my asshole.” She said this without looking over her shoulder; it was a command she expected to be carried out.

I internally saluted and, in my head, said, “Yes, Ma’am.”

I rubbed the head on her hole and pushed forward, trying to insert it. It was a struggle. She winced in pain.

“Maybe my cock’s too big,” I bragged.

“I’ve had bigger up my ass.” A pause, as if thinking about what she said. “No offense.”

“None taken.” Well a little taken, but I didn’t tell her that.

“Has it been a while since you were fucked in the ass?” I asked only to see if she needed to be loosened up a bit.

“Last week, with my dildo, but it is smaller than you.” Good to know info – really starting to fall for this woman.

“Do you have any lube? I’m sure you’ve been pulling your pud since you’ve been here, right?” she asked.

“Every night, sometimes twice istanbul travestileri a night.” I had no shame in saying that to her. “But no lube.”

“Spit on it and use your finger to get it loosened up.” She was reading my mind.

I licked it, spit on it, and sucked my finger to get it wet. Pushing a finger into her asshole, I watched and felt it visibly relax and open up.

“She take a lot of dick up her poop-chute?” I wondered.

“Yes, I love getting fucked in the ass. If I can’t get cock, I’ll use a dildo, hairbrush, bottle, anything that’s available sometimes.”

Apparently, I had asked the question out loud. Again, she was not embarrassed by the question and answered without shame. Absolutely having strong feelings about this woman.

I pulled her ass cheeks apart and dove my head into the crack. I spit, sucked, licked, fingered, used pussy juice, more spit to lube her as best as I could.

I tried again, and this time succeeded. After the head cleared the sphincter, I paused to allow her to get used to the intrusion.

“Push it in, I can take it.” She pleaded and I complied, going fully in on the next stroke.

I fucked her ass in the doggy position for several minutes; rubbing her tits, pulling on the pencil-eraser nipples, sliding my finger over her clit and finger-fucking her cunt.

She said she wanted to turn over. Laying on her back, I watched her tits bounce around as I fucked her asshole.

She had me lay down and she got on me. Easing my cock up her asshole with her hand, she rode me, reverse cowgirl, like a thorough-bred at the Kentucky Derby.

Finally, she turned to face me. Again, she put my cock up her hole and bottomed out on my stomach.

With her eyes closed, she ground in small circles on my cock while she caressed her tits and rubbed her clit.

I felt her orgasm build, as mine was. She came, not screaming but definitely vocal. It set me off and I started to pull out of her ass.

“Cum in my asshole, baby. Oh, fuck yes. I love feeling cum shooting into me. Any hole, I don’t care, I love feeling it shoot.”

I released my load into her asshole as she sat on me rubbing her tits and pussy. She seemed to have another, smaller orgasm and fell forward onto my chest.

I rubbed my hand up and down her sides and felt her hard nipples push into my skin. I continued my hands to her ass and squeezed and kneaded her cheeks, my wilting cock still in her hole.

She lifted her head, looked at me, and said, “I fucking needed that.”

I realized she had said “fuck” more times in my room than she had in the five months I had known her.

She kissed me and then extracted my cock from her body.

“Let’s get a shower. I have to go.”

“Let me piss first,” I said.

“Piss on me, in the shower.”

She entered the shower and knelt in the center.

I stood at the door and started to piss, aiming for her tits to begin with.

“In my mouth,” she said, mouth wide with anticipation.

I aimed at the opening but hit her on the nose and eyes first. She shook it off and chased the stream until it entered her mouth. Closing her mouth, she swallowed as my piss continued to hit her on the lips. She opened for more.

When I was finished, she stood and turned on the water. She beckoned me in. The shower was small and there was very little room, but I managed to soap her body without causing much damage.

She soaped me up and looked in my eyes the whole time she jerked my cock. She reached behind and soaped my ass and then asshole; her soapy finger entered my anus – by accident or design, I didn’t care.

She fingered my asshole while jerking my cock until I said I was cumming. She squatted down a little and jerked me off over her tits. Damn, I love (spelled L.O.V.E, love) this woman.

As we dried ourselves, she said, “Three times in just over an hour… nice. What is the greatest number of times you have cum in one session?”

“Six,” I said matter-of-factly. “This one chick was insatiable; wore me out.” I smiled at my memory.

“Huh,” she said, “I can work with that.”

Then she talked about what would happen in the future.

She would get lube; she would get the pill cause she wanted her “cunt fucked bareback” (her words); if she got desperate, she would bring some rubbers but hoped she wouldn’t have to; this was not going to be a nightly thing, it would be on her schedule, only at my hooch, nowhere else; if she said, in my company, that she needed a shower, that would mean she was going to visit, drink water to be ready; sometimes she might just show up; we would talk more about what she, and I, were willing to do; NO, a threesome was pretty much off the table while in Iraq; going forward we would play everything by ear but her career was number one.

We kissed good night in my room. I went outside and looked around. It was clear and she stepped out into the night and was lost to the darkness.

I slept with a big smile on my face and dreamed of things to come.

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Astrid.

Tired and horny. Those two words had been my life for the past 18 months. Ever since I’d started training officers for the security teams and dispatch, I’d been tired and damn horny. New regulation required that we wear these tight fuckin’ legging-styled pants for the sake of mobility. It had been hell on my morale before I had to watch newbies run their cute little asses around obstacle courses.

Tonight would be different; I had decided that. Tonight I was going to go out, have a drink, and maybe flirt with someone nice. It was my first night off in months due to “restructuring in the company,” and I finally had some free time. What better way to spend it than cutting loose for once?

The club itself was pretty nice. The trendy wall decorum and lighting gave the sense that you’d stepped into the future or something similar. The paid dancers were sloshed enough to not care that their clothes were falling off. On top of that, there were some pretty talented, attractive people on the dance floor to boot.

I hadn’t been to the “White Rabbit” before. A few of my futanari co-workers had recommended this location to me. Apparently, there was a high population of futanari patrons that frequented the place. So the patrons would be more understanding than if I showed up at some other club. Hopefully.

As I made my way through the dancing throngs toward the bar, a lot of the clubbers stopped their dancing to have a look at me. I wasn’t surprised, but it was always uncomfortable to attract attention because of my size. It was probably unusual among even futanari to find women who stood over a foot taller than everyone in the room. I did my best to ignore their staring and made my way closer to the bar.

I was almost there. I’d nearly made it to my drink when the worst happened. A tall (for your average guy) man stood up and knocked over his drink. “Fuck you, stuck-up bitch!” he shouted, kicking back his stool as he stood to face a pink-haired, short woman with very fierce makeup.

“Ha! Maybe when you grow a bigger tic tac, chilito,” she chided, waving at the man dismissively. He turned to storm off and stomped face-first into my chest. Instinctively, I flexed reflexively, and he bounced back and onto his ass, shouting.

“What the fuck, prick?!” the dazed man called from the floor. From this vantage point, I could see him more clearly. Black male, mid 20s, about 6’2″ somewhat muscular build. Not bad. I leaned down to pick him up and he finally realized who, or what, he’d run into. His eyes went wide as I picked him up by his jacket and lifted him off of the floor.

I set him down heavily on his feet and brushed off his jacket as he stared up at me slack-jawed. “Sorry about that, big guy. I’ll watch where I’m stepping next time,” I said, clearly offering him an out.

Luckily, he took it, spouting “You do that,” with a dramatic adjusting of his jacket before he walked off. Not even looking after him, I hooked my boot behind a leg of the toppled barstool and flipped it back upright. Sitting where the man had been settled, I caught the attention of the bartender cleaning up the mess he had made. “Mojito, please.”

The girl next to me laughed just loud enough that I heard her over the music, and I turned my head to eye her. She was one hell of a creature, with a slim, tight body, fit for modeling or gymnastics, or both. She was eying me right back with her big, dazzling eyes. “Thanks for the show, big girl. I was gonna settle for just watching him have a fit and leave, but that was much more entertaining,” she said, fishing a card from her handbag and giving it to the bartender before I could pull mine out. “Let me treat you. For the show, and a bit of your time.”

The girl winked at me and I curtly nodded, watching the bartender take her card before turning to her. “Okay, little lady. You have my attention. Not often a cute girl gets me a drink,” I said, turning my body to face her and taking off my thick work jacket, exposing my turtleneck underneath. “My name’s Astrid. Good to meet you.”

I offered her my right hand and she gently placed her much smaller hand in mine instead of grasping it for a shake. Deciding to play along I lifted her hand and gave it a gentle peck. This brought a derisive smile to her pretty face. Letting her hand go I waited for her name expectantly.

“You can call me Reina for now, Astrid,” she told me, taking her card back from the bartender before taking another sip from her drink. “So, you’re a futanari?”

If I’d had my drink yet, I might have done a spit take at that. Instead, my eyes istanbul travesti widened and I looked around us. No one else seemed to have even heard the question over the music. I nodded.

“Don’t go shy on me now, big girl. Everyone is here for something. I’m just not shy about what I’m looking for,” she explained, gesturing to my drink as the tender placed it down next to me. I picked it up and took a sip. Good shit.

“And, uh…what are you looking for?” I asked her, looking down along her tight, form-fitting dress. She shifted her posture to face me, her body moving sensually even as she made such a small adjustment.

“I’m looking for someone with a big dick and the balls to step to me for a fun time,” she said. This time I was a bit more prepared for her to be blunt, but it still made me blush. This little lady was something else. I wasn’t sure if I’d made the right decision getting involved. “You seem like you might be someone with both,” she continued, putting her hand on my pant leg.

I tensed reflexively, my thick quads bulging my pant leg and straining the fabric momentarily. “Careful with that hand, little lady. You might find what you’re wishing for,” I said, half joking, half hinting that I’d prefer the hand not to be there. I took another swig of my drink letting the burn of the alcohol fill my throat. I needed to focus on something else, anything else, lest I actually got hard and she won this little flirting game.

I found myself coughing as she ran that hand up my leg and into my inner thigh. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she replied, leaning in. I reached down to move her hand, but she swatted my hand away and reached for my balls. One major perk of being a futanari in a security job is that you can justify baggier pants. A baggy design can stop people from peeping your goods from across a room. But it doesn’t stop anyone from getting a good feel of your package if they’re insistent enough.

Reina’s fingers gently wrapped around one of my heavy jewels and she looked up at me as I stiffened up. I don’t think genetic women quite understand how uncomfortable being grabbed by the balls is, but she seemed very amused by the look on my face. “Too big to hold both in one hand,” she commented before shifting her grip up to the base of my shaft, “and thick on top of that?”

I gave another, more obvious clearing of my throat and moved my legs, crossing them and closing off my groin to her before she could stimulate me further. She didn’t try to stop me this time, picking up her drink again and taking another sip as she leered at me hungrily. “Find what you were looking for?” I asked her, trying to ignore the growing length between my legs. She’d gone and done it now.

“I think I have,” she said, maintaining that hungry gaze, “How about we have a quick visit to the bathroom before you take me home?” Woah. Going to my place that quick? This girl wasn’t playing around.

“Why would a strong, young woman like yourself need an escort to the bathroom?” I asked, taking another sip of my drink. I probably shouldn’t have if she wanted me to drive us somewhere after this, but I needed the buzz at this point.

“You saying a big, muscular tank like you is scared to take little ol’ me to the ladies room?” She rebutted, trying to test my pride. I gave her a soft sigh and a nod. Whatever reason she had for wanting me to go with her, I would deal with it.

She stood up and I finished my drink in a hurry before standing as well. I towered over her at this point. She may have been short for the average person, but it was still rare for me to find a woman whose face was level with my navel while standing. While I was gazing down, I noticed where her eyes were and went even redder in the cheeks. There was a lengthy, prominent bulge running down the now tight leg of my work pants.

I was about to adjust them when she looked up at me and winked, giving me a pat on the leg. Looking down I watched her turn her elegant little frame around and begin strutting away. I could hardly believe how forward she was. I promptly adjusted my pants to fit a bit more comfortably around my girth and began to follow her.

Natural-born women sure were a different breed. I would have been beet red wearing such a thin, tight tube of cloth, but she looked at home in it. She moved around like it was second nature for her in heels, and as I followed her to the bathroom I got an inkling as to why she might have wanted me to escort her.

With my size, people who saw me coming naturally moved out of the way, making a little path for her through istanbul travestileri the throngs of horny dancers. We still had to go around a few insistently grinding couples, but the journey was easier. It wasn’t until we reached the three separate bathroom doors on the other side of the club that I stopped following her.

She turned and looked back at me, standing in front of the futanari bathroom door. I couldn’t help but blink and stare back at her. “Um…the ladies room is that o-” I began, pointing to my left, but she cut me off, rolling her eyes and grabbing my shaft through my pants again.

I jumped, my fists balling as I curbed my instinct to throw her off. She led me into the bathroom with her and my nostrils flared as I was hit with a fog bank of fuck perfume. Security in this place obviously didn’t care that people were having sex in these stalls if my olfactory glands had anything to report.

My shaft throbbed against her tiny grip as we walked into the room. The first thing I noticed after the smell was the surprising level of cleanliness in this bathroom. The stalls looked like they were at least wiped down daily. The floor tiles were pristine. Even the sinks were surprisingly pristine, each adorned with porcelain rabbit ears. Cute.

The second thing I noticed was the couple leaning against the furthest sink. An average-height white futanari, leaning her weight on the sink as a rainbow-haired black woman of average height pressed her face under the other futa’s balls. Well, that partially explained the smell. The receiver turned to face us as we came in, tensing momentarily before she recognized that Reina was leading me by my cock.

Once she saw I was being handled, she put her hand on the back of the black woman’s head and resigned to enjoying herself. I found it odd how much an erection could change the atmosphere, but didn’t have any time to remark on the notion as I felt myself being steered toward a stall.

“You’re a filthy voyeur aren’t you, Astrid,” Reina taunted as she maneuvered me like heavy machinery, piloting me into the stall, “Close the door.” I did as she instructed, almost out of reflex, though I doubt there was much point. My head was well over the walls of the stall.

“Uh…maybe we should wait on this?” I attempted as she unzipped my pants, my cheeks growing redder by the second. Why was I letting this girl do this? Why was I not taking charge of the situation? Why did this turn me on?

The stretchy material of my pants and underwear was below my hips before I could begin to answer any of those questions. Reina’s hungry gaze was centered on my cock, still partially trapped in my pant leg, and balls. “This more than passes,” she said, grabbing my meat with one hand, and pulling my pant leg further down with the other.

My length swung up now that the cloth restraint was no longer keeping it down, it’s bulbous head pointing toward Reina’s nose as she sat herself on the toilet lid, pulling me further into the stall.

For some dumb reason, I decided that now would be the time for one last attempt to dissuade her from a bathroom blowjob. Mustering a few words past my aroused haze, I tried to speak to her. “Reina, we could at least wai- ah!”

There was an audible Smack! in the middle of my attempt as Reina gave my rod a firm slap. I jumped in shock. It hadn’t really hurt, but the discomfort and the noise certainly got my attention. Before I could step back, her hand was on my sack and her grip on my shaft had tightened. She was looking up at me with an odd sternness in her big brown eyes.

“Don’t talk. I don’t like to be interrupted,” she commanded. I nodded and she took her hand away from my testis and began to stroke my shaft. “You be good, and I’ll let you cum before we go. Interfere, and I’m the only one getting off tonight. Understood?” I nodded again and she smiled that mischievous, confident smile of hers and kissed my tip. My cock pulsated against her lips, harder than it had been in months.

Something about this girl had lit a flame in me. Maybe it was her pretty face and her striking makeup. Maybe it was her slim, elegant figure with its sensual curves and diminutive breasts. Maybe it was the fact that she was bold enough to lead a person almost twice her size into a bathroom for a naughty blowjob that had me so desperately hot. I didn’t know which. All I knew was that I wanted her. That I was willing to be obedient to have her.

I stifled a moan as her cute, glossy lips pressed to my crown and her tongue flicked teasingly at my tip. My eyes fluttered closed and travesti istanbul my senses sank into bliss.

My cock was in a world of sensation, my glans bulging against the plump swells of her lips. Her tongue was teasing over my cock hole with little cat-like laps, sending surges of delicious pleasure pulsing through my hips in time with her tongue movements. I felt her hands on me, squeezing and stroking from each side as she got a handle on my size.

Her hands were cool in comparison to the heat of my shaft, but her mouth was a wet little furnace. The contrast on my cock left me weak in the knees and I found myself leaning my weight onto the side of the stall. There was an audible, wet smack as Reina’s lips popped off of my cock’s head, sucking a deep groan from me as they did so.

I opened my eyes to look down at her and was met with a stunning picture. She was looking back up at me, her doe-eyed gaze locking with mine before she gave me a lewd wink, sticking out her long, pierced tongue and dragging it up my dick. Her hot breath ran along the veins of my throbbing member as she licked me from stem to stern while maintaining eye contact. I nearly came on the spot.

I think she could tell the situation I was in, because she pulled away from my penis and looked up at me, her overdone lashes fluttering in a cute, excessive manner while she made me cool off.

“You’ve got this fat, filthy, breeder cock all in my face, but you’re so tame, Astrid,” she teased, leaning forward and gently nipping my cock, making me jump and gasp in mixed pleasure and pain as her sharp little teeth gently dug into my sensitive flesh. “I like it though,” she said as she released my pent up cum-hose.

Before I could part my lips and form full words, she had slapped the bottom of my crown back onto her tongue and began waffling it across her tongue, the stud she had buried in the center of her palate grinding along my cumvein. The stimulation was too intense as I banged on the side of the stall, the force of the motion making the screws squeak.

Outside, the other couple laughed. One of them made a comment about “damn good head”, but my brain was hardly functioning, trying to process the intense haze of pleasure clouding my thoughts. My nails were digging into the paint on the stall wall. I was already so close again.

Once again she pulled off of my cock, leaving my shaft twitching and vulnerable in her grip. How long was this going to go on? How much more sweet torture would she put me through in this stall? I thought of stepping back, maybe pulling my cock free and stowing it while I had the brain function to do so, but my body wouldn’t budge. Every fiber in me wanted this. I wanted to see how far she’d go. I wanted to experience whatever she would do next.

She didn’t disappoint. Stroking the barrel of my shaft with her dainty little fingers, she dragged her cheek along my cock until she had her lips pressed to my scrotum and my shaft poking me in my lower ribs. I could barely see her past my girth, but fuck, I could definitely feel her.

The hot, misty pants flowing between her glossy lips washed over my inner thighs. I could imagine her tongue running over them, preparing to tease me further. I could almost feel it with how aroused I was, the anticipation leaving my thighs tense.

And then she bit me, her teeth lightly digging into the skin between the base of my shaft and my scrotum and her little tongue teasing over what little of me she had inside of her mouth. Bliss flooded my senses, overtaking the sudden spike of discomfort in my groin almost immediately. My eyes must have crossed and clamped shut, because my vision suddenly failed me. I found myself blind, my fist slamming into the wall of the stall. The resulting bang and groan of the wall were drowned out by my admittedly loud moan.

By the time I could manage to open my eyes again, Reina had released me from her mouth and was leaning against the other wall of the stall, smirking at me. I was about to say something to her, maybe comment about her gratuitous use of teeth on my groin, when something dripped down in front of my face and fell to the floor.

A quick glance up and down painted the picture quite clearly. She had made me cum so hard it had hit the ceiling and splashed back, which explained her change of location to some extent. She probably didn’t want to get my spunk on her pretty dress and hair.

“Fuck,” was the only word I managed before I stepped back and bumped into the stall door, looking at the thick puddle of white on the floor in front of me.

“Soon,” she replied, smirking at me. “You’re taking me home first, Astrid. So, put that thing away and let’s get a move on.”

I could hardly believe the words I was hearing, but my cock throbbed obediently at her command. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

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Hanging high above the land, the silver moon shone its reflected light down onto the earth, droplets of moisture glistering like tiny diamonds upon all they sat. The smell of fresh rain still pervaded the air, even though the weather had been calm for some time. But despite the calm and quiet of the night, not all were asleep.

Looking over her shoulder while nervously clutching a lit candle, Tasha bit her lip in thought before turning back to her friend.

“I really don’t think we should be doing this Vera. What if we’re caught? Mother Superior will be furious that we’re snooping around like this. Especially after dark.”

Glancing at Tasha for only a moment, Vera shook her head, the padlock keeping the doors of the small shed closed falling to the ground with a soft thud. Unlike her friend, Vera seemed neither worried nor bothered to do any bit of skullduggery. If anything, she seemed acquainted with it considering how little time the lock held up against her.

“Relax Tasha. No one will catch us and no monster will get over the nunnery walls. You have nothing to worry about, I swear.” Reaching out to rest a reassuring hand on Tasha’s shoulder, Vera offered a sly smile. “Besides, even if one did, I’d just show that not all of us nuns are defenseless.” Hiking up the side of her habit, Vera revealed the dagger strapped around her plush thigh.

Tasha seemed to relax somewhat with Vera’s reassurances, taking a deep breath before nodding her head.

“I suppose you’re right. But still, it’s best not to tarry. So please, show me what you were talking about.”

Smiling at her friend’s go-ahead, Vera turned and pulled open the doors of the shed, motioning Tasha inside and taking one last peak outside to check if they’d been seen, before shutting the doors.

Moving to close the shutters on the window, Vera took the candle from Tasha to light the few others scattered around the room, setting it down once the two could comfortably navigate the small space. The shed was mostly used to store the groundskeeper’s tools, along with a few dusty books and some herbs hung up to dry. However, Vera ignored all of that, instead kneeling down on the stone floor and trying to wedge her fingers between the tiles, prompting Tasha to raise her brow. Before she could ask what Vera was doing though, the girl in question spoke up.

“I’ve seen these tiles come loose before and they rattle when you step on them. So just help me get them up, I want to know what’s under them.”

Pursing her lips slightly, Tasha watched for a moment longer. Her eyes darted between Vera’s hands failing to find any grip between the tiles and the various tools littering the wall. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Tasha stepped toward the wall, reminding herself why she hung around the blonde, even when she got up to her nefarious antics. Looking back as Tasha plucked a pry bar from the hook it once hung on, a wide smile crossed Vera’s face. Using the tool, the tile soon popped up from its slot with a small grinding noise, however beneath it was just a bit of grout and dirt. Frowning, Vera glanced at the tile itself, feeling her frown lessen and become a smirk. On the underside of the tile, was a large curved line, with some sort of engravings accompanying it. Struck by the discovery, Vera pried up a second tile, discovering more symbols and another line, although the two tiles didn’t seem to match perfectly.

“It’s… a puzzle?” Tasha asked, getting to her feet as Vera set the two tiles aside.

“Looks like it, help me get the rest of them up. Let’s see what it is.” Vera didn’t give Tasha much of a choice in the matter, as she instantly began to pull up more of the tiles, which in the end got Tasha to help, albeit begrudgingly.

It took them some time to remove the tiles and even more to begin placing them in the right spots. But they’d managed to get down to the last three, leaving the girls slightly winded and sweaty. Grabbing two of the last three, Vera took a moment and slid them into the correct spots, standing up to admire their handiwork as Tasha eased the last one into place. Nestling in with the small scraping of stone on stone, the tiles seemed to click together, the grout that normally joined them beginning to look like liquid. However, that fact went unnoticed by the two women.

“I don’t really get what it’s supposed to be. A circle with squiggly lines coming out of the center? I was expecting something a smidge more spectacular out of a hidden puzzle.” Vera crossed her arms, gaze shifting towards Tasha who still sat in the middle of the floor.

The taller of the two girls had taken the hood of her habit off, revealing long, auburn curls as she wiped her forehead of sweat with a palm.

“I don’t know either. But I am tired, so could we just go back to our quarters now?” Tasha asked, looking up at Vera, whose expression had shifted from disappointment to growing horror.

Taken aback by her friend’s expression, Tasha glanced around, spotting the cause of Vera’s fear. Beneath her, the tiles had begun to glow along istanbul travesti the lines, purple gooey liquid bubbling up between the cracks. Gasping, Tasha began to scramble to her feet, however before she could, the viscous goop bubbled up and out shot a thick, slimy tentacle, which coiled tightly around Tasha’s wrist, pulling her back down before she could fully stand up.

Pressing tightly against the wall, Vera’s mouth hung open as she watched more and more sludge seep out from the tiles, more tentacles akin to the first one emerging and snaking around Tasha’s limbs, restraining her against the growing bed of slime.

It was almost remarkable how fast the slime had spread, taking up a fair portion of the floor, with enough mass to keep Tasha propped upright. Still paralyzed by shock, Vera could only watch as Tasha’s habit began to shift, the outlines of writhing tentacles becoming visible as the woman squirmed. It was then that Vera realized another thing, around Tasha’s head, was a flatter and decidedly less slimy tentacle, blindfolding her. Along with that, the poor girl had been gagged, the thick purple appendage lazily pushing deeper into her mouth, stifling the cries and whimpers that threatened to escape.

Feeling the shock begin to fade from her system, Vera glanced toward the door beside her. She could likely make it, probably without even being noticed. Although, her conscience refused to allow that. Setting her jaw, Vera slid her habit up and drew the small dagger from its sheath, before moving forward. Vera grunted with each slice as she worked to free her friend, cutting away at thick and thin appendages alike. However, despite the many fallen tentacles, more returned to take their place, proving Vera’s efforts to be futile.

Sadly, before Vera could continue to slice more, the tentacles had caught on to the fact that they were being assailed; causing various other tendrils to spread from the main portion of the mass, moving to wrap around Vera’s ankles. With her attention drawn down to her feet, Vera wasn’t able to notice the bubbling splotch growing ever more present on the purple mass. Within a second, a large, dripping tentacle shot forth from the mass, coiling tightly around the blonde’s throat and nearly dragging her down. Instinctively, the woman reached up to try and pry the tentacle away but just as she reminded herself to use the dagger, she was forced to her knees by the numerous other tentacles. They had entangled her faster than she could have ever anticipated, legs wreathed in thick, pulsating vines that crept up her torso and back down her arms, keeping them tightly at her sides. As if it understood how Vera had managed to hurt it, the dagger was wormed out of the woman’s grasp, clattering to the floor beside her. Vera wasn’t able to dwell on the fact that she’d been disarmed for long though as Tasha’s voice drew her attention.

“V-vera…” The taller woman husked, an air of confusion lingering in her voice, almost asking if the other woman still remained with her. While Tasha’s lips parted again, a few swift movements beneath her robes made any words she had in mind come out as nothing more than lecherous moans.

The noises made Vera’s mouth fall open in shock, her stomach twisting in knots as her cheeks heated ever so slightly. She’d never heard such a noise come out of her friend before but she couldn’t deny that it had stirred something inside her.

As if to capitalize on Vera’s apparent fascination, the sound of fabric tearing slowly came into being, getting louder as it crescendoed with the front of Tasha’s habit being ripped off by various tendrils. The tattered cloth dropped somewhere to the side of Tasha’s now exposed body.

Vera couldn’t help but gawk at her friend, her womanly figure laid almost fully bare for all to see. While she was now functionally nude, tentacles still snaked across parts of her body. One thing stood out among everything else, however. With various tentacles surrounding the area, Vera’s gaze slowly drifted down to Tasha’s groin, although it lingered longingly on her love handles and the bit of pudge on Tasha’s belly. But a bit lower, between the auburn-haired beauty’s legs, was a strange, undulating tentacle. Unlike the others, it wasn’t attached to the rest of the purple mass, rather it was rooted to Tasha herself. As if knowing it had a viewer, the length began to take shapes other than a basic slimy tendril, splitting into various flayed lengths that dripped a clear, viscous substance before coming back together and thickening into a member that would have looked right at home on a stallion. Finally, as the flattened tip rounded out and the shaft slimmed, it settled on what was the closest to human it could muster at the moment, even with its otherworldly purple hue. Still, the bulbous glans and thick vein running down the top side of it were certainly convincing impressions.

While Vera was left staring at Tasha’s newest body part, the tendril that had been blocking the taller woman’s vision receded, granting her sight once travesti istanbul again. Casting her gaze downwards, Tasha’s chest heaved with her heated breathing, blocking her view of Vera at its pinnacle each time. Despite her years as a chaste, pious woman, Tasha couldn’t suppress the feelings of lust boiling over inside her. The constant movement of the tentacles over her sensitive skin, the images that had been projected into her mind’s eye by the tendril over her eyes, and the sight of her friend now on her knees.

Tasha knew what had been done to her body. The moment she’d been entangled, the tentacles had begun to share their thoughts with her. She knew what they wanted her to do and even if she tried to fight back, Tasha knew she couldn’t. Her mind was no longer wholly her own, her thoughts now laced with lust and desire due to the creature that had latched itself to her. As if on its own accord, Tasha’s cock morphed once again, the tip becoming tapered as three sections peeled away from the main stalk, reminiscent of the petals of a flower, despite the clear liquid glimmering in the candlelight as it dripped to the floor.

Vera grimaced at the sight, her nose scrunching up as a faint, fruity smell hit her nostrils. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant in reality but knowing the source made it difficult to enjoy. Finally managing to pry her eyes away from the lewd organ, Vera met Tasha’s gaze, picking up on the distinct salacious glint. Before Vera could stifle the feeling of rising panic, the tentacles around her flexed and contracted, pulling her forward until her cheek was pressed against the warm flesh of Tasha’s inner thigh, contrasting the chill that had settled over Vera’s bones. Still, the blonde managed to find her voice.

“Tasha, please stop this, this isn’t you!” She pleaded, eyes wide with desperation.

For a moment, Tasha’s expression shifted to one of pity, although she made no apparent effort to resist.

“I-I’m sorry, Vera. I can’t stop it… They’ll be kind… They share my thoughts.”

Before Vera had long to ponder the implications of Tasha’s statement, the tentacles moved once again, curling up around the top of her neck, the tips pressing into her jawline, encouraging her mouth to open. Moving up through her hair, Vera’s hood was slowly pulled back by a few thinner tendrils letting her shaggy blonde locks fall free, tickling her face until they were pulled back by the purple appendages. Shivering at the slippery feeling against her scalp, Vera closed her eyes and tried to crane her neck away from Tasha’s thigh; only to feel the grip around her tighten, forcing her forward until her nose pressed against the taller woman’s crotch, eliciting a soft groan from Tasha.

Letting out a small whimper, Vera felt the slick tentacle attached to Tasha brush against her cheek, leaving a simmering line of liquid in its wake. As the substance dried, Vera’s cheek grew warmer, tingling from even the slightest bit of air that breezed across it. As that realization set in, Vera’s head was pulled back, the tentacle around her throat beginning to squeeze ever so slightly. It was obvious what it wanted, what Tasha wanted. Looking up at the auburn-haired woman, Vera held her gaze for some time, before her lips slowly parted.

A few moments after her mouth opened, Tasha’s length pushed itself against Vera’s lips, the central stalk finding its way into the blonde’s moist cavern while the secondary tendrils bumbled their way in after, smearing a generous amount of watery aphrodisiac about as they did. In an instant, Vera’s mouth was a sopping mess, drool leaking past her lips, mixing with the lustful venom and dripping down her front. Focusing to keep her vision from growing fuzzy, Vera moaned against the member in her mouth, which only prompted it to begin probing further. Clenching her fists by her sides, Vera took deep breaths as the tentacle in her mouth began to thrust back and forth in earnest with pleasured moans starting to emit from Tasha as it found its rhythm.

“Gods, Vera… I didn’t think your mouth would be so soft. This is what we’ve been kept from for so long…” Tasha panted, her eyes drifting shut as she basked in the pleasure.

Despite Tasha speaking to her, Vera could do little to answer with her lips sealed around the member in her mouth, which moved of its own accord. All the blonde could do was hold onto the small bit of rationale she had left. The embers of resistance still managed to burn against the torrent of pleasure assaulting her mind, despite only her mouth being used. Of course, the longer the situation wore on, the more Vera felt her will splinter. Somewhere, deep inside, she’d always wanted to have Tasha in such a way, although she hadn’t ever imagined it in the current form.

“Vera… I, I’m gonna…” Tasha husked, her voice sounding hoarse as her newly released hand came down to grip the blonde’s hair.

Pressing Vera’s face tightly against her crotch, Tasha shuddered as she felt her length pulsate, the bed of tentacles beneath her writhing in pleasure istanbul travestileri as her new appendage reached its first climax, pouring its thick, sticky load down Vera’s throat, with little care for her comfort.

As if stunned by the sensation, the tight grip around Vera was loosened, allowing her to pull back and cough, although most of the liquid had been shot directly down her throat. Still, the sensation remained on her tongue, how the tentacle had throbbed and expanded, filling her oral cavity completely before unleashing the waves of spunk down her gullet. Despite the shame that came with it, Vera couldn’t bring herself to be completely revolted by the memory. Maybe it was her soft spot for Tasha, or maybe because of the fact that her mouth had been turned into an erogenous zone more sensitive than she imagined possible. The reasoning didn’t entirely matter, especially as other images began to flash within Vera’s mind, her belly slowly growing warm from the seed that had been spilled inside it.

Having recovered from the intense waves of euphoria, Tasha slowly drifted back down to reality, the various tentacles interlocking themselves across her body nudging her into consciousness. Looking down at her body, it wouldn’t be entirely accurate to call her naked any longer. Having weaved together across her form, the tentacles had morphed themselves into a suit of living clothing, using thin membranes to cover rounded parts of the woman. Realizing she was no longer restrained, Tasha shifted into a sitting position, suppressing a soft moan at the feeling of her new attire sliding across her body as she did. Letting her fingers graze her bare legs, Tasha let out a shudder as she glanced at the blonde woman between her legs. Various thoughts raced through her mind at the sight of the blonde, however one stood out among the rest, put high above on a pedestal by Tasha’s existing disposition towards the woman.

Slowly pushing herself off of the shrinking mass of tentacles, Tasha knelt before her blonde friend, reaching a hand out to cup her chin with a soft smile. Brushing her thumb across Vera’s cheek, Tasha leaned in to press their lips together, moaning unabashedly as her own mouth heated up from the leftover venom staining Vera’s lips. Sinking her teeth into Vera’s bottom lip, Tasha pushed forward onto the smaller woman, tendrils unweaving themselves from her to gingerly undress the shorter woman. By the time their lips parted, Vera found herself on her back, cold tiles pressing against her bare skin as Tasha loomed over her with a warm smile gracing her face.

“You look so wonderful like this, Vera. I’ve fantasized a thousand times about what it might be like to take you in such a way but this… this is so much better than I could have ever conceived.” As if to highlight what she meant, Tasha reached down to lay her turgid tentacle across Vera’s groin, the tip nearly reaching her navel.

Blinking away the accumulated haze from her mind, Vera’s eyes widened at the sight of Tasha’s cock so close to her most sacred place, prompting her to try and shut her thighs, although Tasha shifted herself forward to prevent the blonde from doing so.

“Relax, Vera. I promise you it’ll feel good. We’ve already broken our pacts, why try and hold back now?” Tasha’s voice softened as she reached forward to cup Vera’s cheeks, meeting the blonde woman’s gaze.

Vera bit her lip as she looked back up at her friend, her mind still swimming in lust and aphrodisiac. She knew she wasn’t thinking straight, that she was poisoned by lust, however, as her resistance faded she found herself falling to such excuses. She was under the effects of some sort of venom, so why should she care about her decisions? It wasn’t truly her making them. With that final line of thought, Vera caved. Her hand moved down to caress Tasha’s length, which earned a smile from the taller woman. Without another word, Tasha’s shaft shivered and morphed back to its humanoid shape, the color blending to match her skin. A pair of heavy balls soon followed suit and formed beneath the newly shaped cock, hanging low as the tentacles infesting her worked to manipulate the nun’s biology.

As if she hadn’t even noticed the change, Tasha lifted Vera’s leg, hooking it over her shoulder as she turned the woman onto her side, the blunt tip of her cock brushing against the blonde’s labia, earning a gasp from Vera.

Pleased by the noise, Tasha lazily rocked her hips forward, aiming to elicit more noises of a similar variety from the shorter woman. Gently grinding her length against Vera’s slit, Tasha sighed in delight at the divine sound of the blonde’s staggered moans. After slaking her thirst for gasps and whimpers, Tasha decided to end Vera’s torment. Taking firm hold of the blonde’s thigh, Tasha eased her hips forward, sighing as her tip found purchase. Slipping between Vera’s lower lips with a lewd squelch, Tasha’s blunt head found itself against the blonde’s entrance. With a soft grunt, the auburn-haired woman thrust her hips forward in one sharp move, spearing her length into Vera in an instant, secreting its lust-inducing poison the entire way. Vera’s back arched at the sensation, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her once virgin hole spasmed around her friend’s member, trapping it in a vice-like grip.

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