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Mandy’s roommate Jessica taps the young nymph’s dripping wet cunt through her jogging shorts bringing her back to consciousness. “I can help you with that,” she says.

Meet Mandy. Standing a full five foot seven inches head to toe, the sultry Mandy Carlisle with short strawberry blonde hair lies on her bed absently massaging her C cup breasts. Feeling her immediate heat, her roommate Jessica leans over her letting her long, wet, dark brown hair fall across her face and her white terry robe fall open at the top revealing her DD cup breasts rising strong without a bra.

“Um…. No thanks. I’m OK,” Mandy replies. It’s not that Mandy was reclusive in her sexuality. No, more like ignorant. Back home in New York City, she lived with her mother. Her father had left them at an early age putting her mother in a tough spot, supporting the two of them herself. As a result, she taught Mandy to set goals and go for them without compromise. She never had time really to think about days off or boys or pleasure. That’s not to say that there wasn’t a fair share of that in the Big Apple. It’s just that Mandy was quite “focused.”

“You sure? You seem sort of distracted.” Mandy’s goal was college. Then grad school, then corporate life, then wealth…. but for the immediate: college. Now away in her first semester at a school in Louisiana, Mandy was experiencing a new lifestyle. Here everything moved slower. People spoke more deliberately, relaxed more frequently, and sat back to indulge in the desirous wants of life.

“You were thinking about him, weren’t you?” And it was hot. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t function. She couldn’t concentrate. Sure, New York can get hot and humid in the summer time, but it’s not the same. Not like down here. Mandy had brought all the wrong clothes. She sweated all escort izmit the time. Don’t worry. Not like buckets forming pits under her arms and trees down her back. More like a thin sheen along every curvaceous inch of her figure. Like she was in a sauna twenty four hours a day seven days a week. It was just enough to make her shirt stick to her skin each and every day.

“No! Yes…. maybe– who?” This drew a lot of attention from the guys on campus. And as Jessica liked to point out, a little from the girls, too. Mandy’s not unaccustomed to such attention. In high school, she was the only girl in most of her classes. They treated her differently, and she could tell you why, too. Nice and scientific. But it’s one thing to say it, another to understand. Mandy just didn’t understand, couldn’t. But now, in the Big Easy she had the luxury, the ability, and the intent to find out. There was one boy she had her eye on.

“John.” John is an older student. A med student. Six foot two inches tall, he’s a muscular man, keeping in shape for his long shifts in the ER and on EMS runs. With a full beard, none of this goatee crap, he certainly looks older. Distinguished, but with a kind, playful look in his eye. Or maybe that’s just the beer. Mandy had met him at orientation, as an advisor. Her knees were weak for days. Later she found out that he was a friend of her older roommate Jessica. Since they had met one another at a few parties, and she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Mandy bites her lower lip. Eyes still closed tightly. “Yeah. Again. He’s a cute guy. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

Jessica squeezes her crotch more firmly. Mandy lets out a soft moan. “Will it be just like the other night?”

“Just like, dear.” Mandy takes a deep breath, leans her head back, and stretches her body.

“I izmit escort see him on the beach. Alone. He sees me, too. A wink and a smile.” Jessica runs her long fingers across Mandy’s body, teasing her with her fingernails. “He walks up to me. No talking. Just a grin, ear to ear. I can’t help it. I start giggling.” Jessica presses her palm firmly over Mandy’s two luscious breasts through her tank top, then slides her hand down to feel her tensing buttocks through her polyester work out shorts. “He leans down all romantically, takes me in his arms, and kisses me.” Spreading her legs, Jessica sneaks her hand into Mandy’s shorts to feel the slick and sticky insides. “I can’t help it. I just keep laughing!”

Dropping her bathrobe to the floor, Jessica climbs still damp on top of Mandy lying in bed. “Finally, frustrated, he picks me up in the air, slings me over his shoulder and throws me in the water!” Jabbing her knee into her roommate’s cunt, Jessica presses her into the mattress while licking and sucking and nibbling the younger girl’s neck, salty with streaming beads of sweat. “The next thing I know, we’re both in the water, tumbling over each other.”

Having pulled her shorts down, she proceeds to push them off Mandy’s legs with her own feet, rubbing their smooth-shaven legs up and down. “It feels so good! His tongue is in my throat, then on my neck, then on my chest!” Mandy’s bush rubs against Jessica’s well shaved pussy sending little electric pulses through her spine. “Our clothes are wet, sticking to us, weighing us down. We have to get them off.” She struggles to pull up her shirt. Jessica reaches under and tugs on it to reveal one then two red, bulging nipples. “I fumble with his buttons. My hands are cold. I just start pulling, stretching his shirt, hoping to–” RIIIP! izmit kendi evi olan escort Jessica rears up and tears open the front of Mandy’s shirt! She awakens momentarily, then too aroused, leaps back into her fantasy, pulling Jessica’s head down to her chest.

“We’re naked. Some-somehow…. we stand. The water’s lower than us.” Jessica takes one of those bulbous heads into her mouth and bites down slightly. Then the other. “He lifts me up. I cling to his chest as he lowers me onto his cock.” She moves one hand down from Jessica’s hair to her own pussy and slides two fingers inside. “It’s amazing! Fucking– He feels like a rock, but a pulsing rock!” Jessica removes Mandy’s fingers which shoot straight for her own breasts. Then she replaces them with three of her own. “I hang on so tight! It hurts, but I want more!” Mandy’s breath cools slightly.

“Then, we’re back on the beach. He lays me down in the sand.” Pumping her faster, Jessica curves her fingers to press that bone inside. “He leans back and jams it in, again!” She leans down and takes Mandy’s throbbing clit in her lips licking, sucking, and biting her for all that she’s worth. “He rears back and pounds into me! Again! Again! -gain!” Mandy grips Jessica’s dark hair and smothers her! She raises her hips while holding her down pushing her roommate deeper inside until– “Oh! Oh! Oh!” Mandy’s upper body thrashes back and forth, her arms flailing from Jessica’s head as she comes hard! Jessica grips her hips and chews furiously until Mandy, semi-conscious, slumps completely relaxed back onto her pillow.

Jessica just lies between her legs for a few minutes. “Oh…. Oh…. oh, John.” Slowly, quietly, Jessica pulls herself up and over to her roommate. Her now subdued demeanor shows that she has come as well. That and the line of juices she leaves along Mandy’s leg as they wrap each other in a now sober embrace.

As they lie still, the hot Louisiana sweat dripping off of them, Jessica offers one last bit of advice. “If you liked that, just wait until we get a real cock in you.”

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It had been a fun night. It was really rare when Sasha and Quinton could get together just the two of them and hang out. Between jobs, boyfriends, trips and living in different cities, it was rare when just the two of them could talk.

They had one of those rare, long friendships that had survived from high school. Now he was nearly thirty, she was twenty-six and it was still like they were still two teenagers talking way too loudly on the bus about the pros and cons of blowjobs.

Sasha was just going over her reasons for not giving them again when Quinton saw the time.

“Shit, I really gotta go, last train is soon” he slurred slightly getting up. The many wine coolers that Sasha had plied on him had left him a little drunk. Sasha knew Quinton wasn’t much of a drinker and took every opportunity she got to pour some down his throat.

“No, no, just sleep over,” Sasha said, grabbing his arm. “Your drunk, you’ll fall on the tracks or something and then I’d be sad!” Sasha was slightly drunk herself. “You can sleep with me!”

“Ooh,” he tried to leer but just ended up laughing. They had been friends way too long to not have slept in the same bed from time to time. Of course, the fact that Sasha was a hot red head was not lost on Quinton. He had thoughts about her and for a while he had even thought he was in love with her, but really that was probably more about the fact she was the only one of his friends he hadn’t had.

Sasha had no trouble sleeping around when she was single and was almost pathologically un-shy around guys, as was seen at the moment since Quinton was watching her take her jeans off and toss them into a corner. He didn’t quite remember making his way into her bedroom…but there she was in pink boy shorts.

“Are you getting in?” Sasha said pulling her bra through the side of her halter top, it joined her jeans. This whole thing was very surreal.

“Uh, yeah,” Quinton mumbled, sitting on the edge of the bed about to swing his legs up.

“Don’t be silly,” Sasha said, hopping on her side. “You’re not actually izmit escort going to wear all that.”

Quinton couldn’t help but burst out laughing, struggling to his feet. “If you want to see me naked you only have to say.”

“Oh yeah, that’s what I want!” she teased, getting under the covers.

The funny thing about having a dick is how it totally changes everything you are thinking. Quinton knew there was no way anything was going to happen. Nothing ever did or had even at her drunkest and that was pretty drunk. Then there was the boyfriend she had that she seemed crazy about. Quinton’s own failed marriage was always a topic and he thought his life was way to complicated to even just have a fling. But despite all this, his drunken penis was saying, “Dude, we are so getting lucky!”

Lucky it wasn’t making itself so annoying that he wasn’t able to slip off his jeans nonchalantly and get into the bed as well.

Sasha’s smell was everywhere and it rushed up his nose to flood his brain with every breath. The sheets were soft against his heavy head. For a second he just drifted, imagining himself swimming through his best friends scent until his pores became pleasantly choked with it. A slap hit him in the side of the head.

“Hey,” Sasha laughed. “You can’t fall asleep before I do.” When he opened his eyes Quinton was looking into Sasha’s blue eyes. “I’m still kinda wired.”

“Then why are we in bed?”

“I don’t know,” she grinned, shifting under the blanket. “Just a change of location. C’mon, it’s been forever since we slept together.”

“Huh, you think I would remember that.” Quinton teased, trying not to notice when his feet brushed against her smooth legs.

“No you wouldn’t, I raped you in your sleep.”

“That’s why that one time I woke up sore and kinda unsatisfied?”

Sasha shrieked in mock anger, grabbing a pillow to hammering Quinton in the head. He laughed manicially and fended her off. Somehow in the chaos Sasha ended up straddling Quinton.

“Ok, ok,” Quinton gave a nervous laugh. His mouthy dick was getting yahya kaptan escort to the “up and at em” annoying stage. “I give! Get off…”

“Why?” she cut him off still laughing. “Something wrong?” Her eyes suddenly got a little wider as she felt a hardness lengthening under her nearly naked ass.

“Um, yeah,” she said, sliding off. “Maybe it’s bed time.”

A slightly awkward silence fell over both of them as they stared at the ceiling, almost afraid to move. Sasha made a little noise. And then another. Quinton finally got that Sasha was desperately trying to stifle laughter. So much the bed was starting to shake. Suddenly it was bubbling up in him as well as he thought of the ridiculous situation. Booms of laughter filled the room when they let it out and laughed.

“I’m not sure I can sleep,” Quinton chuckled. “I got a little problem.”

“Yeah me too,” Sasha said quickly and then clapped her hands over her mouth, her face flushed red at what she let out. This only made Quinton laugh harder.

“Good to know I’m not the only one,” Quinton said, giving her a friendly pat on the thigh over the blanket. “What would you usually do?”

“Same thing you probably do,” Sasha said, still flushed but giggling anew.

“Guess we can still do it.” Quinton quipped and they burst into fresh peals. The laughter died after a time, they were now facing each other. Quinton looked into the Sasha’s blue eyes, deep into them and saw a certain seriousness.

One thing about knowing someone for so long is that sometimes you don’t have to say anything, somethings are just understood. At first all he could see was her face, not even any movements of her body. Only the subtle changes in her face. A smooth flirtation in her eyes, a mischievous grin. He knew she first touched herself when her eyebrows drew down just slightly, her eyelids drooped just a little. A deep breath pulled slowly into her, expanding her chest, her breasts rising up, pushing them towards him. Like a stop-frame film he could actually see her nipples harden gebze escort under the fabric, puckering out at him. Everything about her in that single moment seemed to scream at him “take me”. Unfortunately he had known her a long time and knew better. She was lost in her own sweet world even though she was looking into his eyes.

A sigh escaped her lips and wafted a sweet smell of wine and the cigarettes she had been smoking over his face. Sasha’s eyes talked to him. They whispered, “Why am I doing this alone, you ass!”

Quinton gave an almost invisible smile, and maybe it would be to anyone but her. His hand moved down to his annoying dick, slipping into his boxers to grasp himself. He was hot and pulsing in his own hand, a pleasant jolt going through him when he pressed it away from him, bending it ever so slightly. He gave his own sigh into Sasha’s face, she shuddered, breathing in his breath as he had hers. Never had she shown this kind of interest in him and maybe never would again. He stopped thinking.

Sasha’s arm was now visibly moving under the sheet. He could imagine her fingers slipping and sliding through her juices, twirling around her hard little clit, nestled between shaved lips. But he didn’t have time to think about any of those things, her face was too much for him to think about and take in. Her eyebrows were drawing together but her eyes remained relaxed and dreamy, looking into his, speaking to him with every twitch of her face and jagged breath.

“god, this feels good”

“I’m glad you’re here with me”

“just keep doing this with me.”

His own hand was stroking himself faster, his thumb rubbing over the head. His eyes never left hers.

Her breath started coming faster, fogging over his face with a scent that could only be her. Her chest started rising and falling in stuttering fits, her nipples straining out, little marks of lust. Her head was falling forward towards him and Quinton drifted forward to meet her. Their foreheads touched and that’s all as they came together, gasping into the small space between their mouths

They quieted down, breathing deeply, catching their breath. Eventually they drew apart and looked at each other.

“That was new,” Quinton said.

“Very,” Sasha replied.

Silence.

And then laughter.

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Lucy greets you with a warm smile. You smile back. She moves out of the door way as you step in. Your heels, clack against the wooden floor. Suddenly you feel arms around you, and breasts. Huge breasts. A hand slips down your shotrs, and feels you’re wet with excitement. Lucy pushes you onto the couch.

On the couch you turn around, and find Lucy ontop of her coffee table on her hands and knees. You undo your shorts and bend down to give her a kiss. You reach around her and slap her ass. It’s just as big as her boobs. You sit back on the couch, and Lucy stands up. She bends over with her butt facing you. A smile crosses her face while she looks at you through her legs. She squats and her ass eats up the thong she’s wearing. She plays with it a little. And you see pink every time she spreads her cheeks, the color of her thong. She turns around to find you enjoying her entertainment. She juggles her boobs and pinches her nipples. She then slowly puts a hand over her crotch and strokes herself. Moaning all the while. She stops and giggles. Not a single word has been said to you. She turns around. Her back facing you. She splits bursa escort your legs and pushes her ass against your crotch.

You put your hands around her waist as she grinds you. Your turn wet, and notice there is a small spot in the middle of her ass, that’s wet. She climbs backwards, putting her ass in your face, and shakes it. You smack it, anticipating more of her boobs, then her ass. She climbs off the couch and spreads your legs again, wider. She looks at you, then closes your legs again, tease-fully. She licks her lips, and takes off her thong. She walks back over and puts them in your pocket and winks. She get back on the table and takes off her bra. She moans while her hand slides between her breasts and down to her clit. She stops and plays with it. She then bends over

again, breasts facing you and play with them.

She walks back over to you and rips off your shorts. Exposing your hello kitty thong. She laughs and climbs over you legs outside yours and her boobs are now all in your face. She grabs your hands and places them on her ass. You grab and stroke it. She smiles. You naughtily touch bursa escort bayan her pussy and feel she’s wet, too. You smile evilly and take your finger out.

She sits on your legs and starts pleasuring her self with them. Her head tilts back exposing her neck. You lean forward and kiss it, then sucking it. You give her a hickey. She then brings her head forward and you two share a passionate kiss. Moaning and breathing through your nose, until you can’t take anymore and stop. She helps you take off your top, and strip you of your bra.

Your breasts drop. She takes a nipple in your mouth and puts one hand over your other breast, two fingers on either side of your left nipple rubbing that, while squeezing, lightly, your breast its-self. She abruptly stops, and starts taking off your panties. You’re just as wet as she is. She’s starting to drip on your legs.

You finally manage to get ontop of her, by rolling her over on her back. You want to take the first lick. You go down, while dragging your hands over her, and spread her milky like, soft, smooth legs. You look at her pussy, teasing her. She tries escort bursa to finger herself, but you push her hand to the side, now holding it. To punish her, you wait more. She tries with her other hand, and you do the same. She’s restrained and you can do whatever you want to her. You stick out your tongue and look up. She’s staring back at you. You look back down and lick her. She yells. You slowly but surely lick her. Then picking up speed. Now, as fast as you can go, her legs are squeezing your head. Then you taste her. She came. She shakes violently, then loosens her legs. You let go of her hands.

She now looks at you. She smiles. And you trade places. She holds your wrists down, and takes her turn. The first lick was wet, warm, intense. She licked your outer lips and worked clockwise into you. Your spine tingles and it spreads through your body. She licks again. The same way. She then changes her style, you guess she’s bored, and she licks from the bottom of your pussy to the tip of your clit. She continues this, faster and shortening the length. You come. She stops, and goes back to you and kisses you. You taste your own cum. She then licks your nipple, left, right, left, right. You shiver and grab her ass. She leans up against you, and you feel her nipples against your abs. Size DD and natural. You are more attracted to her the more intimate she gets…… (to be continued)

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I can see you through the trees, sat on an old tree stump, head bent.

As quietly as I can I step forwards, I’m curious to see what you are doing here. I need to get closer. Pushing the branches back I pick my way carefully towards you. SNAP. My foot treads on a rotten twig and in the quiet the noise cracks loudly through the air. I pause, my eyes locked on you, but you make no move to indicate that the noise has disturbed you. Drawing a calming breath I inch forwards. I am now close enough that I can see you clearly.

One hand rests on your thigh and the other is inside the open fastening of your jeans, the fabric drawn tightly. Your arm moves and your hand withdraws holding a stiffening cock in the palm. You push your jeans down and extract your balls from their confines. There you sit in all your glory, your balls and gorgeous cock stripped of covering. I know I’m holding my breath as I crouch there spying on you. Just looking at you though, bursa escort I want to reach out and touch and taste. Wrap my lips around that fabulous cock and suck it into my mouth.

You move first, your hand grasping your cock as you moan. My lips parted all I can do is stare as your fist moves up and down your shaft. The head of your cock red and inviting. My breath quickens and the crotch of my knickers feels damp as I watch your secret performance. Your head is now tilted back and one hand is cupping your balls, tugging at the skin, as you wank, moving your hand a little faster over the tip of your cock. Pulling and stretching the skin. A groan slips between my lips and I press my fingers over my mouth to stifle any more. The movement of your hand has slowed and you are squeezing your cock slowly, still tugging at your balls. I am now so wet that I can feel the slickness between my pussy lips. Careful not to move too much I slip my hand up my bursa escort bayan skirt and under the edge of my knickers — oh my pussy is so, so wet. Rubbing my finger along the edge of the lips makes me shudder a little and I look to check that you still feel you are alone.

You are leaning back, giving me a perfect view of your cock, as your fingers stroke up and down the sides of the shaft. Just to plant myself on you, to straddle you and take all of you inside my pussy in one move. To slide up and down on you, to feel you fill my pussy with each downward thrust. My thumb moves to my clit, flicking it as my finger slips into my pussy, imagining your cock at the entrance to me. My moan this time is louder, not so easily stifled. You pause, raising you head, your fingers still stroking your cock. For a moment it feels as if you are looking straight at me, but you can’t be, as you continue your ministrations.

You stand, legs parted, hips escort bursa thrust forwards and start to wank in earnest, your hand moving faster and faster on your cock which is so hard and swollen. I try to keep pace as my fingers fuck my pussy and my other hand rubs against my clit. I so desperately want to orgasm, but I want to see you, and I can’t take my eyes off you. Buttocks clenching, your hips thrusting in time with the movements of the hand on your cock. I can almost feel you driving your cock deep into my pussy, as my fingers thrust into me.

With one loud groan spunk spurts from your cock over the ground and just seems to keep coming. Your body tenses as the last of it is released. I’m not far behind you, having seen you cum I can now focus on me and the excitement and perverseness of watching you has made me so ready. My fingers fucking in and out of my pussy frantically. I feel my stomach clench, my thighs start to shake, so much so that I fall back onto the ground, skirt raised, legs spread. Faster and faster and then I’m there, my pussy convulsing around my fingers, my body tight and a scream emanating from my lips. No thought to keeping myself hidden now!

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Cassie climbed the gallows stairs slowly. She knew they could not start the hanging without her, and she figured the slower she climbed, the more time she would live.

She was guilty. She had killed that son-of-a-bitch. There was no doubt about it. And now she would die, but damn it, it was worth it.

The platform at the top was much smaller than she expected. It was pretty tight up there, with the preacher – somebody shut that guy up! – the hangman, the judge, and her. Oh, and the sandbag. The sandbag to be tied around her ankles to provide the extra weight needed to break her neck as she fell the 10 feet after the trap door was released. The State of Kansas had carefully calculated the amount of additional mass needed to break her neck when she fell that distance. The result would be immediate death. Well, at least she wouldn’t suffer for too long.

She was guilty alright. Cassie was a widow, the result of a raid by the northern soldiers on Bleeding Kansas during the war. The fucking war. Her marriage had been a relatively happy one, given the conditions – living in a sod house on the prairie. The dust, the constant flies in the summer, the incredibly cold winters, childbirth, trying to scrape crops out of the soil – did I mention the winters? – had put incredible stress on two people in an arranged marriage. But Hiram had been a good man, and she had grown to appreciate him, even love him.

The raiders took both him and her son in one night. Not to mention the atrocity they imposed on her. How many of them that night- she lost track. And though the townspeople that remained after the raid were kind to her, the trauma of that night, that long night, would never go away. Cassie knew the slightest touch of a man would be painful for the remainder of her life. Which was growing shorter by the minute.

But Cassie was a loving Ankara bayan escort person, who sought the company of others when she could. She was very good with her numbers, and had found that ability to be useful to the shopkeepers, the bankers, and the farmers to track their earnings. Cassie made a good living at that, and was able to live comfortably.

She enjoyed the company of other women – they were so gentle with her. And when the new couple moved to town, she couldn’t help but appreciate the woman’s beauty.

Emma Harris was a proper Englishwoman, raised in London, but who came to Kansas with her husband. They came not to raise crops, but cattle, part of a new movement in Kansas. Theirs was an arranged marriage too, but not as happy as Cassie’s.

Cassie and Emma were attracted to each other from the first sight. Two bright, intelligent women, traumatized by men – Cassie through the actions of the raiders, Emma by an abusive husband. They found solace and comfort in each others arms, in the smells and feel and tastes of each others’ bodies. They would spend hours nibbling, and teasing, and licking each other, paying attention to those ‘special’ areas that men knew, or cared, so little about except for their own pleasures.

They both knew their liaisons would result in banishment by the townspeople if they became public, but they were smart enough to hide them. Two women spending the night together while one’s husband was away on business drew little attention, and Emma’s husband was away conducting ‘business’ a lot. She knew he was visiting the whorehouses in Kansas City, but his time away was time away from the beatings, and time she could spend with Cassie.

But his times at home were pure hell for her. He beat her in places where it would not show, hidden by the dresses he made her wear even in the summer Escort bayan Ankara heat. They were childless, not because of her lack of fertility, but because he insisted on using her in ways her body was not intended. Only Cassie knew the story, saw the cuts and bruises, and understood the pain.

Cassie’s hatred of him grew with each bruise, with each cut, and with each anal penetration. Until the night she could hear the screams from outside the house, and she could hold her hatred no longer. Cassie had learned to shoot as a girl, and the shots into his body were surprisingly easy. Cassie pumped shot after shot after shot, reloaded, and pumped six more into him. She was not only protecting her friend, her lover, but revenging years of trauma and depression. It felt so good.

The trial was a joke. A ‘jury of her peers’ (twelve men, six of whom were Harris’ business partners) found her guilty of cold-blooded murder, and sentenced her to hang by her neck until dead. It had been a long time since the State of Kansas had sentenced a woman to death, and the event was promising to turn into a spectacle. Cassie wasn’t eager to be the focus of so much attention.

The preacher finally stopped preaching – didn’t he have anything better to do? Cassie stood next to the hangman; she could smell the fear on him. He had never hung a woman before, and was nervous about doing it. She had asked him not to touch her, or as little as possible, and he was more than willing to comply. He wanted less to do with this than she did, and felt that killing a woman was pavement on his road to hell.

Cassie refused the blindfold. She wanted the gawkers to see her eyes bulge out, to see the horror of death. Maybe that would inspire one person from imposing a death sentence in some future trial. She wanted to leave behind just one more message.

The hangman Bayan escort Ankara put the rope around her neck and tied the carefully calculated sandbag around her ankles. The judge read the sentence and asked for last words. Strangely at a loss for words, Cassie told him to perform an anatomically impossible act on himself.

The time came, the hangman tripped the trap door. Cassie fell, the feeling of weightlessness coming over her. Like flying – flying to my death, she flashed. It was only 10 feet, but the flight seemed to take forever, falling, falling. Cassie’s stomach felt like it rose into her mouth. She felt the bile in her throat, the weightlessness. In that fraction of a second, Cassie’s mind raced, trying to live another lifetime before death.

And then it happened. The State of Kansas had carefully calculated the weight of the sandbag, but failed to provide an appropriate rope. The hangman had noticed the wear on the rope, but had secretly hoped it would not stand the strain. Killing a woman was not something he relished. The rope had broke!!

Cassie fell. The sandbag hit the ground first, and she landed on it, breaking her fall. The loose bindings on her hands fell away (who would think a woman would be much trouble even if she got loose?) and she reached down to untie her legs. And she ran, ran towards the refuge she knew in Emma’s arms. She yearned for her touch, to feel her tongue licking her breasts, in her vagina, her breath on her shoulders. Cassie ran under the heat of the summer sun.

Down the dusty street she ran. To the house that Emma had shared with that bastard who did those things to her. Past the lilacs, the sweet smelling lilacs that Emma pruned so carefully. Past the short picket fence that Emma had whitewashed. Emma ran tot the porch, arms open, caring not for the castigating townfolk. Her Cassie was home, and all would be well, Cassie ran up the walk, bounded onto the stairs, and…..

The rope, carefully calculated by the State of Kansas to withstand the strain of Cassie’s weight and the sandbag, snapped Cassie’s neck, killing her instantly.

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Breastfeeding. I have always found it sensual. My tits have always been hot zones for my lovers. Caressed correctly could cause several orgasms. Hell as my kids grew up and I nursed them I would have them. Some would call me sick, but the bond it built over time was incredible. After they were 4, I never nursed my twins in public ever again, and after they started public school I stopped it altogether. It was always in the privacy of my home. My husband always supported the nursing as it was healthy and he knew the bond it strengthened. With our active sex life, my milk production continued. I was worried about it, but the doctor said there was no harm in it. The only way it would stop would be if I dried up or my tits were left alone for about a month. Haha Like that was going to happen. Jerry, my husband, was always pinching my nips as we passed in the house. Once we were alone he attacked them with a vengeance. He loved watching the milk flow out of them and he loved feeding at the trough too. He would often tit fuck me and use the milk as lube.

Sadly, Jerry passed about six months ago. Just after Erin and Perrin turned 18. I was at home when I got the call he had been killed in an auto accident. I was distraught at first, but learned to cope. Erin and Perrin went to a local junior college so they stayed at home. The life insurance policy covered everything and left a healthy sum for us to get by. I invested the money and although it was not a lot they paid off and I was able to make the last payment on our house last week. The investments also equated to interest payments that were more per year than I made at my job.

Tomorrow was Friday and the kids didn’t have school. We planned to go through Jerry’s things that we couldn’t use and donate what we had to Goodwill and other charities.

Erin was an engineering major, and she had earned a full ride with her academics. Perrin, her twin sister, was taking gunsmithing classes. She was more the tomboy that Erin. She went hunting and shooting with her father every chance she got. Erin had his brains. They both got their looks from me. Both had raven black hair and blue eyes. They were both tall like their father though standing 6′ and both weighed about 150. They weren’t heavy but neither were real jocks like their friends. Their 34 Bs sat nicely on their chest. Me, well that is a bit different. I am blond with green eyes. I was a 36 B until I started nursing. The milk production made them sag and look toward the ground, but Jerry never complained and the right bra kept men staring.

The front door closing took me out of my reverie followed by a, “Hey mom,” from the kitchen.

“Hi, Erin, I am in here on the couch.”

She came in and bent over the back of the couch and gave me a kiss hello. “Where is sis?”

“She hasn’t made it home yet. She said something about stopping for snacks for us for our movie night.”

“Ok, I am going to get comfortable and get a shower. You want a beer?”

“Sure,” I said as I leaned to get up. Erin put her hands on my shoulders and told me to stay put.

“Erin, I have to go get into something else as well. I have been cleaning most of the day.”

“Alright then, go to your room and I will bring the beer to you.”

I had just finished changing into an old t-shirt when I heard the front door open and Perrin cursing.

“Damn Ankara escort baggers!” followed by a crashing sound. I quickly went downstairs to find salsa and chips on the floor. Luckily the salsa jars had not broken.

“Hey, sweetheart,” I said as I bent over to help Perrin pick up the groceries that fell.

“Hi mom. Stupid baggers filled them too full again. Where is Erin?”

“Right here doofus. Mom, you are giving me a full moon!”

I turned around and stuck my tongue out at her. “You said we should get comfortable.” I bet you don’t have panties on either. She lifted her dress shirt hem and revealed her bare pussy.

“Nope,” she said laughing, “Perrin, why don’t you grab a beer and go get comfy mom and I will put things away.”

“Sounds great!”

Perrin ran off to her bedroom and was not long before she strutted in with nothing on but a smile. I almost spit my beer out when she came back into the kitchen. She was carrying a box in her hands.

She smiled and said, “Well you said to get comfy.”

Erin laughed, took the box from her, and popped her on her ass. Then ran quickly to the living room. When we got in there she had the lights low and the curtains pulled shut.

“Ok, mom, since we are going through dad’s things we thought tonight’s movie selection should be one from these old home movies,” said Erin.

“Fine with me,” I said. Little did I know which one they would pick.

When the DVD started playing Jerry was there on camera. Erin and Perrin were about 3 years old. “Here we see the mother lion in her den tending her cubs,” Jerry was narrating. The dvd panned around from Jerry’s face to show me laying there naked on the couch with the twins nursing each from one boob. He put the camera down on top of the tv so it showed the entire screen. His sister Jenny came in the room and helped me burp the kids, and then took them to the bed. All I could do was stare at the screen in shock.

“Mom, are you ok?” Perring asked looking at my mouth hanging open.

“Wow, mom, you look pale,” Erin said.

Both girls looked back at the TV, and about that time Jenny came back in naked, bent over, and took my tit in her mouth. Jerry took the camera and moved it to the end of the couch on a table pointing at my shaved pussy. Jerry then moved into camera view naked and sporting a 7″ erection. He pointed it at Jenny who engulfed his cock while playing with my tits.

“You want to fuck these tits, bro?” Jenny asked.

“That or your sweet mouth, sis,” He replied. “Let’s get the squirter going first though.”

“Mmmmm sounds good.”

They both moved over me and each took a lactating tit in their mouths and nursed and bit and sucked my tits. All I could do was moan. It wasn’t long before my legs opened to open up my pussy lips. They both held my hands above my head so I couldn’t touch myself and continued the assault on my tits. I whimpered once and my pussy exploded. My back arched and the towel was soaked with my juices.

I was finally able to tear my eyes off the screen. I looked to my left and noticed Erin’s shirt hem was wet and she was biting her lower lip. Over on my right, Perrin’s hand was slowly rubbing her mons.

Well, if the video wasn’t awkward enough seeing my girls getting off on it was weirding me out. I wasn’t a neophyte when it came to Ankara escort bayan girl on girl sex, nor incest situations as the video shows my husband and his sister was just starting to go after my orgasm, but I was very conflicted about allowing the girls to continue to watch their father fuck the both of us.

I leaned forward to grab the remote off the table when Erin kicked the remote off to the side past Perrin. Perrin quickly grabbed the remote and paused it just as Jenny bent over spreading her pussy for Jerry to plunge into her right above my face.

“What do you think y’all are doing? You shouldn’t be seeing this,” I said.

“Mom, this is so hot! I mean you, dad, and aunt Jenny fucking like porn stars. Did they really get you off by just sucking your tits?” Asked Perrin.

Before I could answer Erin jumped in, “Hell yeah they did! She squirted so hard it almost knocked her out. We know dad is about to plow Aunt Jenny now too. Look at his cock. Not huge by any means but the vein work is beautiful. No need for a studded cock ring for more friction.”

“Girls, I didn’t realize this tape was still around we need to destroy it before it gets into the wrong hands. Jenny’s hubby Bill never knew about your dad and Jenny’s special relationship.”

“Oh hell no!” both exclaimed in unison.

“Mom you can either have another beer and drink through it or we can tie you up, but we are finishing this video,” said Erin.

“Yeah,” Perrin agreed, and reached out and pinched my hardened nipple through my wet shirt. “Oh My! Your shirt is wet! You can’t be still producing milk.”

“Yes, baby, I am. It never stopped. Your dad always loved my milk and at least once a day he suckled to keep it going, and to make me cum. Even when it was the wrong time of the month he would get me off. He always thought if I was pleased everyday I would never leave him. He was right too an orgasm a day never hurt anyone.”

“Um, mom,” Perrin said timidly, “I want to remember what it tastes like.”

“Oh yes, please, mom, me too.”

“I don’t know girls. You are a bit old for nursing now.”

“Dad wasn’t too old!”

Well there it was. They had me cornered. What harm could there be? I was their mother after all and they nursed until such an older age. I slowly took my shirt off and laid the couch to a reclined position.

“You girls are grown now let your seats back so we are leaned back then scoot down a bit.” I lifted each tit and milked myself a bit to start the flow. “Ok girls. Be gentle with your sucking. The milk will come but don’t force it out or you could hurt me. Put your tongue on the bottom side and use your top lip to put pressure on the full areole.”

The girls did as I instructed and we’re both soon nursing like little kids.

Erin stopped first when she felt my breathing quicken and looked up into my glazed eyes. She tapped Perrin who also looked up. Both decided it was time to watch more TV.

“That was delicious, mommy,” Erin said reverting to how she used to call me when she was little.

“Yes it was and Erin you need to get naked like mom and me.”

“Ok, but I need to run to my room real quick before we continue.”

Erin came back with an old blanket from the closet. “Up you two. We don’t need our couch smelling like pussy for visitors.” We all three laughed Escort Ankara as we made up the couch and got comfortable again. This time Erin and Perrin laid all the seats back again with me in the middle and them laying their heads on my tits.

Perrin had seized the remote and started the movie again. Jenny was coaxing Jerry to fuck her from behind right in front of my nose. I had recovered by the time Jerry’s purple head slid into Jenny and I leaned up and licked her clit. Jerry sank balls deep into Jenny with one quick thrust. Once he was all the way home I took his balls in my mouth. I gently sucked him until Jenny complained about her turn. Jerry slowly slid out of Jenny and into my mouth. He then slapped Jenny’s ass hard enough to make her Yelp and push her pussy into my chin. He then pulled out and shoved into her pussy again. He alternated like this several times until Jenny was whimpering with each slap. He then started fucking her solely. She was soon crying out harder harder. I stuck my tongue out against her nub as Jerry pounded her. It wasn’t long Jerry said he was going to cum. He pulled out as Jenny orgasmed her juices running down my neck and tits. Jerry put his head in my mouth quickly and emptied his load down my throat.

The tape went quietly to snow. My girls were both rubbing their pussies and softly moaning. I put my arms around their shoulders and eased their heads to my tits. They kept masturbating as they began nursing. They were moaning harder as they got closer to orgasm. I closed my eyes and let the memories wash over me. The soft moaning I realized was also coming through my throat. My twins we suckling and moaning. Erin was the first to tense up and her sucking intensified as she began her pleasure ride. She continued nursing and I felt timid hands begin rubbing through my soft patch of pubic hair. I began to moan more as Perrin reached her peak and clamped down on my nipple. I gasped sharply but was in ecstasy. As Perrin came down she began suckling again and I felt another set of unfamiliar digits probing my slit. Erin released me, bent down, grabbed something, and leaned back up and gave me a probing kiss. I opened my mouth and allowed her tongue to snake in and probe deeper. Perrin spread my nether lips and I felt a warm liquid run down my slit. Perrin began spreading the warming gel over my swollen lips and she teased my clit softly. She went back to nursing as she continued her manipulation of my sex. Erin stopped kissing me and smiled as she went back to nursing too. Between the warming gel and my natural lubrication dripping I was more than ready for deeper probing. I relaxed and just decided to go with what was happening. I felt a rather large vibrator start splitting me open. I tried to relax but it was really big. I couldn’t imagine my girls taking something so big. I leaned up and saw a thick black vibrator in Erin’s small hand.

She turned it on and the gentle vibrating allowed me to relax and the head slipped into my waiting hole. She let it sit there for me to get used to it’s girth a moment before plunging it in as far as it would go. I screamed as they both bit down on my overly sensitive nips as the vibrator bottomed out. My pussy showed its appreciation by blasting a stream of juice almost to the TV. As on the video when I came that hard I just slumped down almost passing out. When my senses came back to me the girls were snuggled up to me and we all fell asleep.

*****

I hope you enjoyed this first part. It has been a while since I have submitted anything. Depending on the feedback, I may continue the story.

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Though weekends are the most reliably crowded periods, at times, the rushed aspects of that resulting free time can be frustrating. I was even losing faith that something more than quick endings would occur, to my semi-frustration. Glory holes certainly offer speed in getting off as a main attraction, but taking less time from beginning to cumming than even a couple of minutes is rushed, broadly speaking.

Of course, I couldn’t resist having enough time to enjoy Rush at the gloryhole as soon as possible, again on a Saturday. Business remains spotty at this local gloryhole, but at least there are some visitors on Saturdays, though at least half stay in the private video cabins.

Settling into the now quite familiar space, flicking through the porn, I closed the slider on my side. I began stroking myself, then sounds next door caused a leap in intensity when the other door closed, followed quickly by the slider also being closed, and the clinking of a couple of coins being put in. Just as I was settling down comfortably and ready to show off how hot my cock was, he apparently came. The sounds of cleaning up aren’t unfamiliar at this point, as he finished redressing, and left. The shortness was a complete surprise, though it has happened once or twice in the past.

Only a short interval after he left, someone else entered, though by this point, my excitement had noticeably subsided.

My half-hard cock sensed promise as the slider on his side opened. My cock was full in my fist, due in part to some mildly kinky porn, a bound woman being dominated by another woman. The woman, tied slackly in thickly braided, pure white ropes, looked like a mother of maybe 35, quite sexy, playing the role of unwilling sex partner well, even as you could see how open her pink and glistening pussy was, spread in the air, her arms over her body, her legs in a sling, totally exposed and helpless.

The entire experience had already crossed a certain line; watching the show on the screen simply added to the feeling. This time, I wanted a man to suck me as I used Rush, wanting to experience the uncaring gay sex of decades ago, just sticking my cock wherever felt best, no concerns outside of the sheer pleasure of it.

I opened the slider a bit, and saw little beyond a sitting figure in dimness. Opening the slider more, my excitement grew, in part because I really couldn’t see his crotch, except as a mysterious darkness. I was certain he had a good view of my side, legs spread and shirt open, my cock again hard in my closed hand.

His fingers came through the opening, making my breath quicken audibly while pumping my cock more provocatively, working myself into a state beyond restraint. After offering and withdrawing his fingers several times, my shaft was rigid, and my fingers were at the bottom of my cockhead. I tried looking again, and still saw only darkness from the booth, as no movie was playing on his side.

I leaned back, already determined to be coy, when sucking sounds started coming from the other side, an unmistakably direct invitation which was new to my ears. And very tempting, since there was no doubt what would happen.

This was making me really hard, leading to my showing off the stroking motion along my shaft, my panting in rhythm getting more obvious. In a way, I was playing a role – that of a man about to stick his cock through the divider into glory, after getting turned on enough that stopping would be impossible. The parallels to the porn were certainly hard to miss, even if my bonds were of an immaterial sort.

I rose, took my hand from my cock, and twisted open the bottle. Breathing in, I moved my cock through the hole, his fingers curling as the desired feeling started to grow through my body – a swelling of pleasure, with the promise of more as my cock slid through his lips. Now, I wanted a man to suck my cock, and it was so good. I needed my cock deep in a man’s sexy mouth, male lips circled around my shaft, his tongue swirling wetness around my swelling cock head, a need not only beyond resisting, but one being satisfied so well by an unseen stranger.

This had been one of my earliest gay sex fantasies. And the first touch of his warm lips on my sensitive cockhead just reinforced how good what I was doing truly was. This was pure gay sex, unconditionally – I wanted a man to suck my rigid cock as I finally experienced what had only been imagined years ago.

My universe filled with pleasure centered directly at my sucked cock, one going deeper into glory as I sank into his willing mouth, wanting nothing else but for him to keep going, completely lost. Rush turns me into a complete slut for cocksucking, a perfect compliment to what the man sucking my cock had earned. I had enjoyed trying to cock tease him before, even if I couldn’t see his cock, and now, I was helplessly enjoying what seemed to be his idea of payback.

Rush swells the feeling of cock to immense and massive dimensions, ones perfectly surrounded by a mouth which keeps Ankara escort sucking that immenseness into timeless warm wetness. As I pumped, the pressure kept building, while he kept me firmly enclosed in his mouth. I pulled back a bit, and his mouth moved down my shaft, though I could still feel his panting breath on my length. The pause was necessary, simply because I couldn’t imagine cumming so quickly.

Panting, the wave started to recede, though the pleasure remained almost overwhelming. This led me to pull back farther, not wanting to cum yet, then slowly putting myself back through the beckoning opening, all plans forgotten, eyes closed, arms spread against the wall. He quickly resumed practicing his fantastic talents on my hot shaft, and as my thoughts drifted to how to deal with opening the bottle again, the feeling in my balls grew more demanding, as my moaning picked up.

I was almost fully enthralled, but remained greedily determined to repeat the experience of having a man suck my cock after having filled my lungs deeply with jungle juice, the smell of locker room, a decadent pleasure from decades ago. I reluctantly pulled back completely to my side, remaining balanced on the edge of pumping hot cum, the same state I had been in for the last couple of minutes.

Then his slider closed, followed by the sounds of cleaning up. It had been fairly brief, but he had obviously had his fill, even if I hadn’t filled in his mouth in that short interval. I watched the porn play to the end, the first pair of women being replaced by another, still sexy and obviously turned on by their games. Good as the porn was, it wasn’t quite the same as another person on the other side.

But Fridays seem distinct from Saturday, as perhaps, time seems more available to the visitors. The contrast between the previous Saturday visit and the current Friday experience was wide, even if the rushing desire remained the same.

Last Friday, around 11:30am, I entered the booth, not even taking off my coat or otherwise making preparations. I sat, and put a coin in. Before entering, I had looked at the selections, and noticed that the one which had made me hard last week was still available.

As the counter slowly ran down, I went through the choices, until coming to the bottom of the keypad, which was the porn from last week. It was just at the start of one woman tying/dominating another, both clearly playacting, and both women enjoying their roles. It was actually earlier in the story, making the slow undressing/stroking even more enticing, knowing how it would go, with a naked panting mother getting her pussy fingered and licked, after long teasing.

Well, maybe I knew what would occur with two sexy women in the video, but when someone came in, with the door to the other booth closing, the script was no longer in charge of events.

I decided to use the time after the door closed to get ready – coat off and placed on the padded bench seat, Rush out, coins stacked, tissues/condoms at ready, then unbuttoning my pants and shirt, unzippering last to free my bush and cock, touching it, certainly more than half ready, as I pulled my pants down a bit. Turning and sitting down, I saw the dominated woman topless, her grey skirt no real protection, moaning gently as the other woman’s hand went inside that skirt, sliding against the outside of her cunt as the skirt was lifted.

This time, I was only minimally coy moving the slider. A small gap showed an erect cock already being stroked to full readiness, and as my own pumping increased, I slid the panel half open, then fully, in pace with my own still lengthening shaft. We had both grown thoroughly turned on in just that short time, and as my fingers went through, it took just a bit until he turned and stuck his hard cock through.

Holding my stiff cock in my right hand, my left went to his cock, and I explored it, looking down on another strange man’s horny and hot cock. He was clearly uncircumcised, but his cockhead was quite clear of his foreskin. My left hand grasped his shaft, the edge of my palm against his cockhead, my thumb moving along the side of his cock, which was beginning to develop the silky velvetness which feels so good.

My hand started to move with more certainty, fingers starting to tighten as I began a tugging motion, clearly signalling that he should let himself go deeper into glory. Slowly, but unstoppably, his cock came closer. So close and so turned on, I knew that this time, I would be able to play one of my favorite games, one only recently discovered after decades of sexual enjoyment, unknown to me until first actually enjoying one of the best sensations a glory hole offers.

I quickly stood, reached for the bottle with my right hand, the left hand never leaving his hot length. Opening the Rush wasn’t simple, but in the past, learning how to twist the top carefully using my teeth had been an enjoyable skill to acquire. Standing, my bent left leg braced against the bench seat, I took a long Ankara escort bayan and deep breath, then closed the top and placed the bottle on the selector pad. Not being the first time, the motions were fairly quick and smooth, being finished as the first sensations of total lust started to spread through my existence.

My left hand still on his cock, I shifted to move closer, then pressed my cock against his, my right hand at the base of my shaft, thumb and first finger circled, the other three fingers cupping down along my hairy balls. I couldn’t stop looking while holding my breath in, my cut and his uncut cocks against each other. My left hand began to slide down to his balls also, my cockhead now against his, sinking in the sensation of hot sexual contact with a man.

The slutty satisfaction was incredible, and slowly, one of the other effects of Rush began to draw attention to itself as my fingers reached beneath my balls, start to feel the skin, my ass starting to fall into a familiar pulsing feeling. Time was slowing down, and when I finally exhaled, the moaning tumbled quickly from my mouth behind my expelled breath, beginning to pump my cock against his.

My right hand moved as I shifted a bit, creating an angle where our cocks were now fully shaft to shaft. A warmly sliding wetness was spreading, engulfing our cocks together. I looked down again, both of our cocks so sexy to watch as the feelings of timeless ecstasy kept growing. ‘Man .. oh man .. fuck .. yeah … cock .. fucker’ was just part of the stream of now flowing words, uncaring about anyone hearing, except for the man who was making me feel so good.

However, as always, the tide began to slowly ebb, even as the pleasure remained impossible to resist. Being cock to cock with a man is a simple luxury, one that I can’t stop desiring.

But when his cock moved back, it was an unavoidable signal that now would be a good time to put my own turned on rod through, to whatever awaited on his side. I took another hit of Rush, then let my erect and quivering cock slide through.

There was a quick pause in my thinking, as without touch I kept focussing on holding my breath, even as the jutting need to be pleasured rose, waiting as long as possible before exhaling. His first touch was wet, just around the point when exhaling was impossible to prevent. The lure of pure gay sex was overwhelming, and I desperately wanted whatever he would do to me, desire filling me utterly as the seductive rush pulled me in, uncaring.

Especially the rush of sexy wetness spreading over my cockhead. This time, I had already decided, there would be no holding back when riding this wave

The motion in the wetness became engrossing, whether mouth or hand was impossible to know, beyond caring in any but the most abstract sense as my body started moving deeper. I kept moving until the wall stopped me, my moaning starting again, all thoughts of discretion or restraint abandoned in the pleasure.

And surprisingly, the porn became entwined in my bliss, as the tied woman with the spread and wet pussy began to say ‘no, no’ as the other woman, still in white bra, panties, garter and stockings, fingered her. With each repeated ‘no,’ I moaned ‘yes .. oh .. yeesss,’ my cock helpless in his touch. The porn was filling my mind with sexy thoughts, knowing that like the tied woman, someone of the same sex was making me helpless, taking advantage of my own open desires.

This time, the first wave was the one that rushed down, as I started to moan and buck, beyond any concern but cumming so good. Especially considering how the last two times, this had been the only time to cum.

The orgasm started in my depths, waves of cum pumping from my rigid cock, the liquid feeling drowning me in bliss, having found yet another gorgeous man to cum with, one who knew how good it was to get me off so completely.

I slowly pulled back as my cock softened, thinking in practical part of cleaning up, and in turned on part of inviting his cock to my side again.

While slowly withdrawing, it was impossible to ignore how his hand followed, as he kept manipulating me with still intensely enjoyable motions. Normally after cumming, my cock is just a touch too sensitive to enjoy continued games, but he seemed to know right where the edge was, rarely crossing it. His hand kept demanding contact, and I weakened as it stayed on me.

The pleasure thickened as he kept touching me, and after a couple of moments, I looked down. His hand was wrapped around my 3/4 hard cock, sliding in a wetness that did not quite feel like cum, though clearly, cum must be a part of it.

The irresistible sensations continued even as my cock shrank. His touch was utterly captivating, and several times, after lazily deciding to finally clean myself, he kept me in his hand, preventing me from moving further away due to the pure satisfaction he was creating, much less breaking all contact with his hand. I was riding a see-saw, with all the Escort Ankara weight on the other side.

My increasingly feeble efforts to separate us were being completely overwhelmed by the feeling of my cock in his demanding hand. By now, it was obvious in my still horny state that he wanted to keep playing with my cock, and that there was really no effective way I could stop him, since I couldn’t even stop myself from wanting him to keep playing with my cock.

Actually, I was a bit surprised by how the game was developing, because each time I began to move back, the pleasure subtly stopped me as it diminished. Then reversing, making his touching easier to enjoy, wanting nothing else as I stood there, my pants stretched tight mid thigh, legs spread. I was occasionally moaning either ‘noooo .. noooo’ or ‘yeessss .. yeessss’ depending on whether the motion was backwards or forwards. Forwards always being cause of the ever louder ‘yes – yes’ sounds, naturally.

In a fairly deep way, I understood what he wanted, to simply play with another unknown man’s cock. I had had the same feeling the couple of times I had sucked a stranger’s wrapped cock, the desire to keep it in my mouth forever, to keep my mouth filled with another man’s being. And understanding this, I decided to keep playing, without worrying about cleaning up at all.

Still lazy as he kept me completely in hand, I reached again for the Rush, after putting some more coins in the slot.

Incredible sensations started again as my lungs filled and then emptied, expanding into something new – my cock being fondled by a talented stranger, neither soft nor hard, after having already cum. I was completely under his control, and my moaning and motions were more explicit than before, as those explicit needs were met by the one who knowingly created them.

I had slumped against the wall, lost in the total concentration caused by my cock being played with by a man. I pushed back, and looked down, my mind filled again with unstoppable lust. And saw his hand enclosing me, thick fingers and a thick wrist, moving in desperately wanting patterns over my captivated cock. The view was hotter than any porn, until I slumped again, unable to remain upright.

A smell of cologne, purely male, was in the air, adding a different element to what he was doing to me, a scent was directly connected to a stranger completely unable to leave my cock alone. Just like I could no longer leave his hand alone. I shifted against the wall, then moved my right hand down to feel his pumping action. As my hand squeezed, his moved down to the root of my shaft, fingers cushioned on curly pubic hair, tightening their grip as I touched my cockhead.

A number of men just love cock – and having sucked a couple of men off, I thoroughly understand the power of cock worship. It is also what makes me helpless when a cock comes through glory to my side of the wall, demanding attention.

My legs spread a bit wider, one on the ground, the other kneeing on the bench. By now, my cock and his hand were in motion, causing the hanging ring of my belt to start swaying, in time with my knee and hips moving against his hand, until stopped by slumping helplessly against the wall, the only thing solid in the total ecstasy his touch was creating.

Different rhythms and sensations arose, still occasionally on the seesaw edge of freeing myself from his touch, when the feeling verved into one too-ticklish or boring. He always recovered and found another irresistible pattern. Not only I was helpless against it, thankful he had again overruled my will through his pumping and squeezing hand, but now, it seemed certain he would not stop until he felt my hard cock cumming again.

And I was quite hard again, something that rarely happens with Rush after the first orgasm. He knew my inability to leave his grip, and my cumming was obviously part of his plan. I opened the bottle for the last time, breathing in again, completely unconcerned about anything but the pleasure a man was giving me,

After taking a long hit, thoughts of sucking him swirled, just having him stick his hard cock into my waiting and willing mouth. I wanted cock, the same as the man that had mine in his glorious grip. Cock is fantastically sexy, and sucking one, tasting cum for the first time, appealed immensely as I exhaled, making my own cock swell. I was lost in thoughts of sex with men, wantonly fucking and sucking any man in reach.

But his hand obliterated even my fantasies, the sensations of the present causing me to start moaning again about what was happening, ‘man … fuck good … man … fuck yeah … man cock …’ I heard a sound of tapping metal, and realized it was my belt buckle. I also realized he was using the sound to gauge the effect of his stroking on my now wonderfully thrusting cock.

The sound of my body moving, the pull of my lowered pants against my spread legs, looking at his strong large hand still questing, I reached another orgasm, overwhelmed by his cock loving attention. Though private in the booth, this felt by far my most public sex at this gloryhole. And like the tied and hot woman on the screen, I couldn’t help myself from wanting it. And not caring who knew.

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“Hey, wait a minute,” Williams said as the five men put their penises back in their pants and zipped themselves up. “We had her consent; you punks don’t.”

“We don’t fuckin’ care!” said the boys’ leader. “Give us the bitch, or you’re all dead.” The four boys walked towards the teachers with clenched fists.

Camilla wiped the come from her eyes. The naked girl was now only scared; her sexual excitement was gone at the sight of four teenage punks coming nearer and nearer. Her body was not for boys to enjoy, nor was it about to be enjoyed by punks, if she could prevent such a thing from happening. Without even thinking about her clothes or her purse, she just ran out the doorway that she and the teachers had come in.

The boys started running to that doorway to chase her, but the teachers stood in the boys’ way, ready to fight. Williams punched the boys’ leader in the face, knocking him to the ground. The other men tried their best to fight the boys, but men in their late thirties and early forties are no match for the youthful agility of boys aged 18-19. The fight soon ended with the boys running out of the building to look for naked Camilla, while all five men lay on the floor with bruised faces. At least Camilla was given some time to get as far away as possible; also, her clothes and purse weren’t stolen by the boys, so the teachers would be able to give them back to her when they had the chance.

Camilla ran and ran, her breasts bouncing and her heart pounding with fear. Her bare feet ached whenever she accidentally stepped on rocks on the ground. Since it was about 2 AM, there were virtually no people on the streets, and she could hide her nudity in alleys if anyone was seen either driving or walking.

The boys, however, were now on the prowl, and going in the right direction. They saw her sneak out of one alley to get around a building, her soft, round buttocks in plain view. “Look at that ass!” one of the boys shouted. She looked back in terror at the four boys and ran into the next alley. The boys ran in after her.

Fortunately for her, this alley continued to the next street, so she had an escape route. Unfortunately, the boys were getting closer. She was hiding behind a garbage dumpster and some boxes, quietly sobbing in terror. “Naked big-titty bitch!” called out the boys’ leader in a sing-song voice. “Come out and play!”

“We know you’re here,” said another boy. “No escape.”

“C’mon, baby,” said the third boy. “Lemme play with those titties.”

“Gang bang number two comin’ up,” said the fourth.

Looking from behind the boxes, she saw them looking through the garbage. They were almost upon her. The darkness kept them from finding her; all she had to do was keep quiet.

Suddenly, a huge rat scurried in front of her, running over her feet. She audibly gasped, but she was lucky in that, at just that moment, one of the boys shouted, “Come on out, baby! We’ll show you a good time!”

Then, a neighbour from the third floor shouted from his window: “Hey, you goddam punks! Get outta here!”

The Ankara bayan escort boys all looked up at him, the leader shouting, “Fuck you, man! Mind your own business!”

“I’ll call the cops, assholes!” the man shouted as he let them see his cell-phone. The boys and man continued cursing at each other; now was Camilla’s chance. She quietly snuck out the alley to the next street. Nobody was there, so she just ran and ran. The boys weren’t coming after her, and she soon realized she’d lost them, at least for the moment.

Still, she was naked and far from home during the wee hours of a Saturday morning in early June in Vancouver. Her best friend and lesbian lover was mad at her for being with another girl, so even if she could get home soon, she doubted Candice would let her in, much less forgive her. Her nymphomaniac instincts told her to use her nakedness to her advantage (if an advantage could be found in such adverse circumstances), and find a man–or men–who’d be willing to take her home and give her protection in exchange for sex. Such willing men would, of course, be easy to find; men she would like to have sex with, though, would be extremely hard to find, especially in such a short time. Obviously, this was also a terrible gamble: would she choose bad men? Abusive men in charismatic guise? Psychotic men? She seemed to be about to play a kind of Russian roulette with her body, and the gun was all loaded except for one empty cartridge chamber. Extremely bad odds.

In spite of the obvious danger, though, she was willing to take the risk instead of continuing to wander about the city at night, naked and homeless. Also, those boys were still not too far away: they might find her yet. Besides, she wanted a lover.

This last point was particularly remarkable, considering Camilla’s predicament. Though Camila was as afraid as any woman would naturally be of being raped, by those boys or by anyone, the whole time that she had been running naked down the streets of downtown Vancouver, her vulva was dripping wet, her labia were swollen, her clitoris was erect, and her vagina was thoroughly lubricated! She was panting not only from exhaustion, but from sexual excitement! Intense fear had always aroused her sexually, and this was the most frightened she’d ever been in her whole life, her arousal being in proportion to her fear. Camilla realized that, in a way, her body was trying to protect her from a rape by mitigating her trauma through an accompanying sexual arousal. This didn’t mean, of course, that she wanted the boys to assault her. This didn’t mean that she was willing to let any phallus enter her. This didn’t mean that she wanted to be raped; of course she didn’t. It was just that her instinctual lubrication was a biological attempt to obviate, or at least minimize, any physical pain from an unwanted penetration. In some cases at least, the lubrication theoretically could make that penetration pleasurable for her, depending on the desirability of the man, of course.

As she went along a street, slipping in and out of alleys, Escort bayan Ankara she was always careful to hide when one or two people happened to be walking down the street, or when a car drove by. At one point, she peeked out of an alley, and thinking the street was clear of people, she suddenly ran out onto the street. A limping man in his late fifties saw her flawless frontal nudity. “Hi,” she said with a sheepish smile as she ran past him. “Hope you enjoyed the show.” He looked back at her as she ran away, admiring her pretty buttocks.

“Pity my leg’s bad,” he said to himself as he saw her disappear into another alley. He continued walking home.

The alley she went into was nearby a pub that was still open. She noticed a water spigot at the back of the building where the pub was. Now she could finally wash the remaining come off her face and hair, the come from the bukkake she’d received from her teachers almost an hour ago. She put her head under the spigot and turned it on: the water rained all over her face and hair. It was awfully cold, but worth it to be clean. When the come was all washed away, she turned off the tap and wrung her hair dry. The water had gotten all over not just her head and face, but on much of her body, too. She shivered in the cold.

Now, at last, she had a moment to urinate: she found a nearby storm drain and squatted over it. She moaned with pleasure as she relieved herself; it would take a long time, for she had a lot to empty.

As she continued urinating, she heard the voices of those boys again, one of them saying, “Where’d that naked girl go?” Terrified again, she anxiously pushed as hard as she could to get the rest of her pee out as quickly as possible. The boys’ voices were getting louder; they were getting closer–but how close? There was nothing to hide behind in this alley. She heard people walking out of the pub: some men, some women. She finished peeing, ran some tap water on her hand and washed her vulva clean–oh, how cold it was! Then she walked along the wall towards the front of the pub to see who was there: all overweight, unattractive men and women in their fifties and sixties at first; then two attractive forty-something men walked out and stood talking at the corner of the building, near where she was hiding in the dark. Physically, these well-dressed men in suits seemed perfect lovers for her; hearing their conversation, they sounded intelligent and articulate, just as she liked her men. She hesitated, wondering if these men would be okay to be with. They seemed nice, but Camilla of course had no idea what these men, total strangers, were really like. The boys’ voices, getting louder and closer, forced her to act: it was loaded Russian roulette time. Again, fear from the risk she was taking got her sexually excited enough to want to leap into the danger.

“Psst! Hey, you two,” she called to the men. “Can you please help me?” Her vulva was getting as wet as her head and face were.

“Who’s there?” the first man said as both men walked in the alley. “What’s wrong?”

“I Bayan escort Ankara need a place to sleep tonight,” she explained. “Can I come home with you?” She started fingering herself.

“Well, I don’t know,” the second man said. “We share an apartment, but we don’t normally allow strangers in…”

He was interrupted by the sight of her naked, wet body walking into the light.

“Holy shit!” the men said in unison. The bulges in their pants came quickly.

“You can have sex with me if you want,” she said nervously, half-scared at their reaction, half-aroused. “Please take me home. Hurry!”

*************************************

Five minutes later, the men drove their car into the basement parking lot of their apartment, Camilla in the back seat. They parked, got out of the car with her, went into the elevator, and up into their room on the third floor. The first man turned on the light and closed the door after all three of them were inside. They hurried into the bedroom.

She got the bed on all fours with her legs spread open to display her vulva and anus. “I’m willing to do anal, guys, but my anal lube is in my purse, which I lost,” she said.

“Not to worry: we have Vaseline in the bathroom,” the first man said, rushing off to get it. The second man had his partially-erect phallus pulled out of his pants. She took it in her mouth and sucked it eagerly. The first man returned with the Vaseline, pulled out his penis, and lubricated it and her rectum. He slid his now fully-erect phallus in. “This is the happiest day of my life,” he groaned. How delightfully tight she was!

This was an incredibly exciting night for her, too. The men seemed nice enough, and she was safe from those boys. Now the fear of being naked in public and of being ravished was just a memory, and as a memory, it was in her control. She’d often fantasized about being in a predicament like that, and now that all seemed safe for her, she could relish the sexiness of the experience while enjoying two men in bed.

The men switched positions, since the first man wanted to give Camilla some ass-to-mouth. The second man, however, didn’t go in her anus, but in her vagina. Camilla was particularly gratified about that, and she squealed with pleasure at his large phallus sliding into her dripping-wet vagina. The second man was an especially capable lover, knowing just how to move in and out of her to thrill her. After several minutes of the phallic massage he so expertly gave her vagina, she orgasmed. Then the first man ejaculated in her mouth. The second man withdrew his phallus, masturbated briefly, and came on her buttocks. An excellent ending to a wild night for Camilla.

**************************************

The next morning, they woke up around 7:30.

“OK, thanks guys,” she said. “Can you take me home now?”

“Nope,” said the second man. “We’re not taking you anywhere.”

“What?” she asked in shock.

“No clothes for you, either,” the first man said. “You can go, but if you do, you’re going as naked as you came. While you were sleeping, we hid all our clothes, so you can’t sneak any of them out of our home. If you want to stay here under our protection, you’re gonna have to be our sex slave.” Then the men kissed. “Now, go and make our breakfast.”

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Callie took a break from telling me her story about how she’d hooked up with Rebecca by leaning back, stretching her legs out from beneath her, and pointing her toes as she yawned. Whether she wore heels, flats, sandals, or just kept them bare, Callie had pretty feet. I admired the pink color of her nails and tried to think of a way to get my hands on that graceful instep, delicate arch, or narrow heel. With feet as pretty as hers in plain view, I was definitely developing a foot fetish.

At twenty five, I was just beginning to identify what my major turn-ons were but it was still a time in my life when giving voice to them and talking about them to others just wasn’t done. I knew that I was bonkers for a great ass and long legs and nice tits were always a plus, but my favorite feature was eyes. But lately, I’d been thinking more about the manicured nails; finger and toe. I was constantly checking out footwear on women, hoping to find them in strappy sandals or open toed heels; anything that revealed as much of their feet as possible. The higher the heel, the better. A lady’s leg would extend and show muscle definition so much better than when she wore athletic shoes or flip flops.

I determined that I was going to get my hands on this newly-realized sexy part of her. Since I was sitting on the end of her suede living room couch enjoying the erection that the story had caused, I offered to rub her feet for her. She quickly took me up on the offer and I found her feet in my lap where my board shorts barely covered my condition. As I started to gently rub her left foot, she stretched languidly again and closed her eyes. “I’ll give you about three hours to stop that,” she sighed.

“You keep telling me that story, and you may get a three hour foot massage.” The skin of her feet was just as soft and smooth as the rest of her. As I rubbed the left one, her right foot lazily prodded at where my boner was straining for attention. Afraid that she was going to become distracted and lost in my attention to her feet, I hinted again that I would like to hear about how Rebecca had come to live with her. “So let me guess: Rebecca and you grew to become a little more than roommates…?”

“I’ll get to that; let me tell it,” she said. “Just keep up with the hands down there.”

Her story resumed and I enjoyed the view of her long, bare body reclining on the couch and her sexy feet in my lap.

Rebecca had risen in the morning after her late night drunken confessions of her college experiments. Her head hurt and she had told Callie that she felt like she’d been licking a sheep’s ass all night. So dry was her mouth, she said it wasn’t until the second cup of coffee that her mouth had begun to feel wet again.

Callie played it cool, wondering if Rebecca would speak again about her servicing of Vanessa and Patty, let alone remember that she had told the story. But Callie figured if Rebecca was a good enough cunt-licker to inspire her “girlfriend” to bring friends over to get in on the action, then maybe she should give it a try. Even if only for one time, if she could get the girl to go down on her, she would score in more ways than one. But the most important way would be revealed when and if Kyle found out that he’d lost his new woman to his ex-wife.

Earning the trust of her new confidant was uppermost in Callie’s mind so she took it slowly. The girls grew closer all the time. Callie couldn’t place the exact moment that her interest went from using Rebecca to get revenge on Kyle to sincere interest in the pretty brunette. She went from feeling like the girl was a toy to be played with to having a genuine interest in her as a big sister has for a younger sibling. This in turn blossomed into a love for her friend to the point that the relationship really started to mean something to Callie. She knew that her interest in men was not over, but that she wanted to expand her love life options by adding Rebecca to her list of possible bed partners.

Since Kyle was away from the office most of the day she was for the most part left alone, and at night Rebecca left him to stay at home with his daughters by inventing reasons to leave. Grocery shopping, picking up new clothes, or running errands were all offered as reasons for Rebecca’s weekly absences from the unhappy (to her) household. If Kyle suspected she was stepping out on him, he never mentioned it. For his part, he spent those evenings at home with his daughters, never guessing that his girlfriend was spending time with his ex.

What the two conspirators were hatching was a clean break from Kyle. Rebecca had begun moving clothes a little bit at a time to Callie’s spare bedroom closet. The oblivious idiot never noticed since he didn’t pay that much attention to her anyway. On the day of her disappearing act, Rebecca left a resignation letter on her desk along with the key to the office. Kyle was having a late dinner with a sub-contractor which she was sure would turn into a late night of carousing in the strip clubs on Orange Blossom Ankara escort Trail. In any case, she didn’t worry about him walking in while she was trying to walk out. She then headed to the shared apartment and grabbed the last of her things and left a second letter and key on the kitchen counter. “Separation from the business and dissolution of the relationship,” she thought figuring that a clean break from that life was best. She pulled out of the apartment complex’s parking lot for what she hoped was the last time.

It would have been satisfying to see his face when he realized what had happened, but the ending of her life under Kyle’s thumb required that she simply disappear. Callie had put in a good word for her at the resort and she would start on Monday in the receivables section. Her car would be parked in the garage so Kyle would have to work extra hard to discover the deception on any of the rare occasions when he dropped off the girls for their weekly visitation. When Callie got home from work that day, Rebecca was mostly settled in, enough so in fact, that she had cooked dinner for the two of them.

Their friendship developed exponentially from there. Growing closer every day, they became inseparable. Rebecca opened up, clearly growing in her newfound freedom. She became more outgoing and confident and even had a couple of dates with nice men. Callie was happy to see the change in the pretty twenty five year old and when she mentioned it, Rebecca gave Callie the credit for the improvement.

“‘Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Callie countered, “Yeah, but the only thing missing is the shithead’s reaction to your absence. Someday he’s gonna find out where you are, ya know?”

“Who cares? At this point, it’ll be worth it to see his face when he finds out that you stole me away from him.” The wording of this statement made Callie think that maybe Rebecca had a goal in mind for their relationship, but it was still too early to tell what either woman had in mind.

They ate the rest of their dinner in silence until Callie got up to start a load of laundry. Rebecca started clearing the table in preparation to doing the dishes. When Rebecca had finished she went looking for her housemate and found her: Callie was leaning against the washing machine in the garage with her eyes closed. Rebecca was familiar with this procedure and watched for a minute. The sight sure was something. When she moved toward her to share in the sensation she thought that Callie was still unaware of her presence. Coming up quietly behind her, Rebecca realized that Callie was close, very close. She stood silently and excitedly waited for Callie’s impending orgasm.

Without turning around, Callie said to the air, “Did you wanna ‘do a load’ too?” Rebecca was startled, but didn’t move to leave. She felt confident with Callie, not nearly as lost and foolish as she’d sometimes felt in college. Able to make her own decisions now, she said, “Maybe; it looks good…”

“Let’s drop the pretense,” Callie continued. “I want to try the things you told me about that night when you first stayed over. You’re here now. I’m not asking you to fall in love with me, or worship me, or whatever it was you had with Vanessa. But in between dates, well…”

By way of an answer, Rebecca moved closer to Callie and interrupted, “Yeah. I mean, ‘yes’. Absolutely. I’d like that too.”

Callie realized that now, the can of worms had been opened, the gloves were off, and the cat was out of the bag; whatever you wanted to call it, their intentions were clear. She smiled unsurely at her friend, the pretty roommate who was about to become more, and reached out a hand to her. Rebecca took the hand and smiled back, confidently. She wasn’t afraid. Callie knew her secrets. They’d grown close. Later, they might explore just how close. But for now, it was enough to be still and anticipate what the future might bring. The two stood side by side, eyes closed, and shared the motion of the machine.

A pair of orgasms later, the two moved back into the cool air of the house. Flushed with the successful beginning to the evening, they walked silently with their thoughts. It was late and Callie offered to allow Rebecca to share her bed. Rebecca lit up like a child on her birthday. Callie prepared for bed, not sure what the night would bring. She brushed her teeth, brushed her blond locks, and stripped to panties and a t-shirt. When she re-entered the home’s master bedroom, she found that Rebecca was already in the bed with the covers pulled up almost to her neck. Demurely, Callie slid into the sheets and smiled back at her bedmate.

Rebecca turned to look over the pretty face of her blond friend. She wondered just how far Callie would want to take things for her first foray into bisexual love.

“Slowly, slowly,” Callie cautioned. This was new to her and while she was eager to explore the feelings that might blossom, she was also nervous because of the unfamiliarity.

Rebecca reassured her, “Callie, let’s not Ankara escort bayan push anything. I’m happy being next to you.” In the course of their whispered conversation, Rebecca explained that she didn’t consider herself to be a rabid lesbian, wasn’t about to start wearing Doc Martins and plaid flannel shirts, and certainly wasn’t going to grow an odd haircut. “Not that there’s anything wrong with it,” she laughed, quoting the Seinfeld line. “I’m not going to go gay, and I don’t think you are either. But I do enjoy you…being with you,” she corrected.

This relaxed Callie and they talked into the night. She found out at one point that Rebecca was wearing only a pair of panties. Rebecca absently stroked a nipple while talking and Callie reached over and touched another woman’s breast for the first time. Some exploratory petting led to hesitant kisses, but this was enough for their first time. Both girls seemed to have the attitude that there would be plenty of other opportunities and they didn’t need to be in a hurry.

Since Rebecca’s shift at the hotel was a regular eight to five job, Callie woke up alone and feeling relaxed. As an assistant food and beverage manager, Callie’s shifts were always changing and on this day she had the evening shift.

She stretched languidly and moved from the bed to her morning routine. It seemed so natural to walk around her house knowing that again the home was shared. There were arrangements to be worked out and decisions to be made, but since the two talked about anything and everything, she was sure that not only would they work it out, but that there were some wonderful nights in her future.

She waited until mid morning and called the resort. When she’d been transferred to the accounting department, she said, “Hey can you talk?”

“A little. What’s up?”

“Just wanted to let you know something. I think this is going to be good for both of us.”

The hesitant answer satisfied her. “Thank you. Thanks for everything,” Rebecca whispered.

“See ya later…” and she was gone. Rebecca stared at the phone for a second and smiled before hanging up the dead line.

While I listened to Callie’s story about how Rebecca had come to live with her, I had never stopped gently rubbing her feet. I would often change up my technique since I didn’t want her to think I was on auto pilot but actually thinking about what I was doing. My goal was, as usual, to make sure that she knew that she was the only thing on my mind. Often, I would caress a hand up her leg almost to her knee. The smooth skin was silky, evidence of a life spent taking care of oneself. I could just reach her knees so my stroking would slide along a shapely lower leg, circle the knee, and glide back down the back of a sexy calf.

The curves and indentions of her lower legs were by now well known to me, but I always returned to those feet. To look at them, you wouldn’t know that she walked on them. Not a callous or scar could be found, no trace of hard use was visible. At eight years my senior, Callie was the oldest woman I’d ever been with, but women my own age didn’t take care of their feet this well. I guess working at the pool bar had allowed me to see way too many unattractive feet being abused by a pair of ugly, non-supportive flip-flops. After walking in flip-flops around one of the many area theme parks or even through the pervasive Florida sand, a girl’s feet would be dirty, and to me, just plain unattractive. After her eyes, one of the first things I looked at was usually her choice of footwear when I checked out a lady. I found that I could look at Callie’s feet all day, since she usually wore nice heels with her business attire. Her choice in shoes was always spot on; conservative enough to be taken seriously yet sexy enough to remind you that she was a woman.

As I worked her feet with my hands, I attempted to move slightly to keep her heels from resting on my penis. I may have not been very subtle, because she stretched and pointed her toes, grabbing my boner between her feet. “Having some issue down there, are we?” she asked when her toes made contact with the hard flesh.

“No trouble at all ma’am. How any man could complain about these beauties and what they’re doing to him is beyond me.”

By way of an answer, she pushed her toes further into my crotch, exploring with those little digits through my shorts for the details of my erection.

It was difficult to do, but I asked her to continue telling me the story about the living arrangement with Rebecca. She smiled, trying to think back to where she had left off. I reminded her that before I’d allowed my new interest in her feet to distract her, that she’d just finished talking about their first night as roommates.

A few nights had passed very much like the first night; kissing and petting was all that occurred. For the weekend, coincidentally, they both had Saturday off from work. It was a rare weekend when Callie would not be needed in the busy resort’s restaurants. Deciding to Escort Ankara spend the Saturday together, they headed to one of the area theme parks. In the darkness on some of the rides, they would sneak a quick handhold or even a furtive kiss as they grew more comfortable with this new situation. Between parks, they arrived at a monorail station just as a train was finished loading. A considerate operator re-opened a car so they could board while the driver waited to pull away and they found themselves alone in the air conditioned car. Once out of the station and away from prying eyes, Callie turned to Rebecca and said, “Tonight’s the night, I think. I want more.”

Rebecca turned to Callie and said, “Me too.” After looking into Callie’s eyes for a second or two, she developed a mischievous smile, “Why wait?” The blond girl’s answer was stifled by the kiss that Rebecca planted on her. Surprised but willingly participating, Callie felt the other woman’s hands pulling frantically at her blouse. When her breasts were exposed, Rebecca wasted no time. She sucked one nipple, then the other. Callie sneaked a quick look out of the window at the passing scenery. Nobody would see their actions so she leaned back, closed her eyes, and savored the feeling.

The humming of the train coupled with Rebecca’s tongue was hypnotic. As she wondered how long it was between stations, she got a welcome surprise. Rebecca slipped her hand surreptitiously up Callie’s skirt and rubbed at the front of her cotton panties, touching her there for the first time. She melted. Moaning from the enjoyment of the dual sensations, she reflected on this bisexual act in a public place. That lasted less than a millisecond; the fingers at her panties were insistent.

As Callie felt her undergarment growing moist, she received a new surprise. Rebecca gently began tugging at the panties until Callie hesitantly lifted her legs enough to allow them to come off. Once they’d been pulled down her legs and over her sneakers, Rebecca lifted her lips from Callie’s saliva coated nipples and began wadding up the cotton garment. She stuffed it down into her purse and said, “We won’t be needing these for the rest of the day.” The train was rounding a long curve above the theme park and approaching its station, so she helped the taller blond woman compose her clothing. At the last moment, she reached beneath her own short skirt and pulled her thong from its sweet shelter. It too went into the bag.

The girls stepped out into the crushing Florida humidity, but the dampness of their inner thighs was not caused by the weather. They walked around the park for a little while, sharing knowing glances and an occasional bashful smile. The anticipation was killing Callie; she was sure that she was going to go through with this foray into a new chapter of her life. There was no need to wait any longer. Dusk was coming on and Rebecca asked about seeing the fireworks. Callie replied, “They’ve already started honey. Let’s go home.”

“I thought so too, but I didn’t want to be a cliché,” Rebecca replied. A half hour later, when they stepped off of the parking tram into the relatively dark parking lot, they unabashedly held hands as they walked back to the car. At the car, Callie playfully pushed Rebecca against the fender and held her tightly. As they kissed, she felt her eagerness to get home strengthening. “Let’s go, ok?”

Upon walking into the house, they dropped their purses, keys, and sunglasses. Shoes came off and bare feet padded across the soft texture of the deep pile carpet. The pleasant temperatures inside the home had them wondering why anybody would wander around amongst the crowds trudging across acres of steaming concrete all day. Cooling drops of perspiration left Callie feeling salty and sticky, so she inquired, “Wanna shower?”

“No!” Rebecca blurted, “I mean, why waste time?” To avoid further delays, Rebecca stepped to her friend and hugged her, “I am so looking forward to this…”

Callie’s kiss was quick and direct. Showing the initiative in starting their first coupling was a big step, but she wanted to earn the same adoration that Rebecca had shown to her college roommate Vanessa. Callie’s theory was that Rebecca felt a slight need to be dominated so that if she established that it was going to be her that started the evening’s events, maybe they could have a relationship that was similar to the one Rebecca had shared with Vanessa. Rebecca, for her part, allowed herself to be kissed, invited the passionate stroking of her breasts that followed, and waited for the evening’s play to progress to her bare pussy.

When Callie’s assault on her senses was in full swing, she pulled away from Rebecca and gave her a small gesture that indicated that her presence was required in the bedroom. As she walked slowly, her last form of resistance to Callie’s new upper hand in the relationship, she shed her garments. Swaying her hips slightly as she walked down the hallway, her blouse, bra, bracelets, and necklace found their way to the floor. This trail to her bedroom was added to by Callie’s remaining garments as she silently followed the brunette. At the edge of the bed, Rebecca stopped and turned her head sideways as if to say, “I’m here; tell me what next.”

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I woke up shivering. The air had turned cold and I was wrapped all around Kyle, stealing his body heat. I pressed my face to his hairy, broad chest and inhaled. He smelled so good, and it came to me that something was different. He smelled too good.

He still had that spicy-desert-night smell, but there was a new underlying scent. It was like wind soughing through the grasses of some high cold meadow, earthy and clean. It was my scent. I moved my nose closer to his armpit and inhaled. The smells complemented each other, ultra-masculine. It was the reverse of my own new scent. It made my cock hard as rock, like an aphrodisiac despite the cold air.

I gently pulled away from Kyle’s embrace and left him sleeping. I pulled the other sleeping bag over him and went to the tent opening. It was still very early, the sun not even risen. We’d left our clothes and stuff in the truck and I planned to make a dash for it. I unzipped the flap and stepped out to look at the clearing. There were seven tents set up in a loose circle, plenty of space between them.

At one end were the remains of a campfire I’d barely noticed the night before. John was standing there laying in wood for a new fire. He saw me at the same time I’d noticed him. He glanced at my stiff dick and up to my face, he shook his head back and forth as he gave me a little wave. I took off for Kyle’s truck. I grabbed our bags and ran back to the tent, waving at John again with a big smile on my face.

I entered the tent and searched my bag for the lube we’d packed. I found it and set it near the pillows. My hormones were raging, the smell of Kyle inside the small tent making my dick leak. I crawled between the sleeping bags and positioned my body over Kyle’s. I forced his legs open for me and cradled my crotch into his. I kissed his lips softly to rouse him.

“Wake up, Kyle. I’m hungry.” A growl escaped my lips on the last word. His eyes fluttered open, confusion plain in them.

“Huh? What time is it?” He kissed me, my lips so close to his and I squirmed over him. I pushed my cock into his stomach, grunting and purring.

“Hungry for what, baby?” He started smiling.

“Get a whiff of yourself, Kyle. You smell so good, it’s making me so fucking hard.” I leaned forward and forced my tongue past his lips, into his mouth. My dick was aching so bad, I was afraid I would come so I pulled away from him slightly. He took the space to sniff at himself, his eyes widening.

“It worked. Mmm, I smell good. You like that, baby?”

“Kyle, I’ve gotta fuck you.”

“Shh, Tony. Everyone will hear us, we can’t.” He gave me a soft kiss before speaking again, “We’re surrounded by more than a dozen werewolves with supernatural hearing. Let’s go out to the woods.”

“Kyle.” I moaned out his name, trying to keep it low. I was so frustrated and aroused I thought I might die. The urge to fuck him felt primal and beyond necessary. I thought I might die from the need. Then inspiration struck, thank God I knew my man and what he liked.

“Come on, Kyle. We’ll keep it down, I promise. You can bite the pillow.” I smiled down at him.

“No, baby. Let’s go outside and find a nice spot.”

“You don’t want me to fuck you again.”

“That’s not it, baby, I swear. I want it again, but I am kind of sore….” He looked up at me, gauging my reaction. But I had a plan. I leaned close to his ear and ran my tongue over it, before whispering.

“Please, Kyle. I’m so fucking hot for you, I have to be inside you. Please? I’ll make it up to you, really, I’ll make you the happiest man alive.” I pulled up to lick at his smiling lips.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. You know I love your big cock.” I rolled my hips against his as I spoke, rubbing my hard cock against his waking dick. “Just let me fuck, and tonight we can switch places. Tonight, I want you to fuck my pussy. I want you to pound me until I come. I want you to make me beg for that huge cock. I want it deep and hard.” Kyle’s cock was now full and hot along mine. He’d brought his legs up, pulling them wider for me, although I didn’t think he’d realized it.

“Please, Kyle? Roll over for me, I’ll make you come.” I rose up onto my knees, using my hands to urge him over while keeping up the dirty talk. “I want you to fuck me all night long, leave my cunt sore and dripping with your come.”

I got in position behind him. I looked down at my cock, so red and full that the skin was shiny. I knew I was making promises I’d have to keep but I wanted to keep them. First, I had to get inside Kyle’s ass. I grabbed the lube and poured some down the crease of his ass. I rubbed my fingers in the slick, right over his opening. I pushed one finger into him, trying to be gentle. He moaned and I forced in another.

“You’ll fuck me so good. I love when you’re so deep inside me. Never seen a cock so big, you’ll split me open. I’ll scream so loud, everyone will hear and know that I’m yours.” I twisted the fingers, making him stretch. He groaned and pushed his Ankara escort ass back at me. I reached for the lube again and drizzled it over my dick.

“Take me, now, Kyle.” I pulled his hips up until he was on his knees and pushed my cock in. I couldn’t wait for him to get accustomed to my big dick. I pulled out all the way and thrust fully back into him. He whimpered, keeping the sound muffled in the pillow.

“Fuck, Kyle. It’s so good, so tight.” I pulled out and forced my way back in some more, enjoying his tight heat. Finally he pushed back to meet my hips and moaned, he was getting into it. I dropped down over him, both of us moaning at the new angle. I started fucking him for real, deep strokes, varying my pace. I lapped at the skin of his shoulders and neck, up into his hair. I had him whimpering and moaning.

I straightened up and held still, keeping him fully impaled. “Fuck yourself on my cock, Kyle.” He rose onto his hands and thrust his hips back at me, tentatively. Another whimper escaped his lips, barely audible. He started hammering his ass back onto my dick, arching his back to get the position just right.

“Yeah, show me how much you love it, Kyle.” I grabbed his hips, digging my fingers into the soft skin over his bones. “Fuck, Kyle.” I slammed into him, uncaring of the loud smacks as our flesh connected. I set the pace again, building to a faster and faster rhythm. I gripped him tighter, pulling his body back to meet each of my hard plunges.

“Come for me, Kyle.” He growled loudly, turning it into a whimper as I felt his hole contracting around my cock. I fucked him harder and he cried out. The squeezing grip on my dick pushed me over the edge and I spilled my come into him, crying out myself.

I panted over him for a moment and then rolled us both onto our sides. I kept him on my dick and pulled him tighter against my front. I moved us out of the puddle of come he’d left on the sleeping bag and pulled the other over us. I kissed his shoulder and wrapped him in my arms before passing out.

When I woke again the sky was considerably brighter. I rolled over wondering where Kyle was. I vaguely remembered him pulling away from me and soothing me back to sleep at some point. I heard laughing and playful cries coming from outside the tent. Seemed that the pack was in a good mood.

I pulled some of Kyle’s clothes out of his bag, hoping to surprise him with this little fetish of ours. I found some small, tight running shorts. They had a lining sewn into them, like underwear, and I pulled them on, enjoying the way they cupped my dick and balls. They didn’t cover as much as my boxers would have and I felt my cock twitching at the thought of Kyle admiring me in them. I slid on some sandals and went out to find my wolf.

I emerged smiling, scanning for Kyle. Everyone went quite and they were watching me. I found Kyle by the fire and he waved me over. John and Brady were there watching Kyle cook breakfast. I caught him scanning my body, lingering over my crotch. When he finally reached my eyes I gave him a knowing smirk and I saw some light color creep into his cheeks.

“Hey, it’s Tony, the whammy man.” Brady called out as I got closer.

He stood up to bump knuckles with me. “Huh?” I smiled in confusion at the three friends.

“Jeesh, Tony. I don’t know what you did to us, but it was awesome! You can put the whammy on me anytime. Mike and Tim might be a little pissed, but that’s what they get for bunking together.”

“What are you talking about, Brady? Kyle, I don’t get it.” I looked back and forth between them, uncomprehending.

Kyle growled out, “Shut up, Brady.” He turned to me and smiled. He shoveled up a plate of home-fries and eggs from the pan on the fire and handed it to me.

“Have something to eat and we’ll go talk, baby.”

I nodded as John handed me a fork, a big smile plastered on his face. Kyle took my hand and led me over to the vehicles. He let down the tailgate of his truck and we both hopped up onto it. I gladly dug into the food, starving. I could tell with the first bite that Kyle had made it.

“Good, Tony?” I was humming and purring. “Glad you like it. I have to tell you something. First, let me just say that it’s no big deal.” I’d slowed down chewing and nodded at him. He’d brought a cup of coffee and he handed it to me.

“This morning was fucking perfect.” He leaned closer to murmur, “I hope you meant what you said about tonight, too.” I nodded and took a sip of coffee to clear my throat so I could tell him but he started talking again before I could.

“No one knows why werewolves form into packs, we assume it’s instinct, like wolves in the wild. We form intense bonds with our pack members, sometimes stronger than our family bonds. Look at John and Brady, they followed me to another state when we were little more than pups. We don’t know if the pack thing is metaphysical, linked to the magic that makes us wolves, or if it’s biological, like pheromones or something. But we Ankara escort bayan are intrinsically connected in some way to the other members of our pack.

“This morning, when you made love to me, we roused something in the rest of the pack. I should say that we aroused them, I guess.” He chuckled and rubbed a hand across my cheek, stroking his thumb over my cheekbone. “Everyone had the urge to mate, I mean, like it was necessary. We might not have even noticed it, but John was up and he says he practically attacked Sarah after he saw you run to the truck in all your glory.” He laughed and took the half eaten plate of food from me to set beside him.

“No one knows what happened with Mike and Tim. They must have been affected too. I know they’re straight but something must have happened, ’cause they won’t even look each other in the eye.” He grinned over at me, watching me from beneath his dark eyelashes. I could feel myself turning red.

“We’ll just have to be a little more careful in the future, Tony. No one got hurt, but I don’t know what might happen next time. Usually one couple can’t affect the whole group like that, maybe because I’m the Alpha…. I don’t know, maybe it’s connected to how we can speak to one another in our animal form, or maybe it’s because you mated to me last night. Who knows? We’ll just make sure to put some distance between us and the rest of them next time. At least, until we get a handle on this.” I nodded and turned to look out at our pack.

They were all running around, laughing. Some were holding hands and some were chasing each other. I saw Susan come out of her tent and Brady racing over to her, she took off for the woods and he gave chase. She was giggling and flipping her long blond hair, he was howling and trying to grab her ass.

“I guess whatever it is, it’s still lingering, huh?” I looked at Kyle and he nodded, grinning wide.

“Let’s go help them burn off some energy.” He pointed to the moon, still visible, low in the southeast sky. He took my hand and pulled me off the truck.

“I remember smelling water last night. There must be a lake or something over there.” He waved towards the west. He turned toward the clearing and whistled, loud enough to hurt. Everyone stopped and turned to watch as Kyle flung off his clothes and changed. They began following suit, one by one. I tugged off the shorts, throwing them into the bed of the truck, and let myself shift.

Kyle took off and I followed him, along with the rest of the pack. We ran for miles, dashing between trees and jumping over fallen trunks, the wolves howling and barking. Kyle stopped every so often to scent the air then we’d be on our way again. Finally we found the lake set in a valley between two low mountains.

We all ran for the lake, not slowing down, and jumped in. The water was super cold but invigorating. I paddled out a ways and turned to head back in. I watched all the wolves playing in the shallow water like puppies. I ducked under the water and came up human. I swam into the shallows, looking for Kyle.

I found him wrestling with another wolf over a stick. I called his name and he trotted over to me. His wolf looked so much bigger when I was in human form, bigger than any dog I’d ever seen. I put my hand out for him to smell me and he pushed his big head into my palm. I knelt down and scratched behind his ears while he licked my face.

[You taste good. Oh yeah, right there.] I was surprised to hear his voice in my head, but I didn’t stop scratching and petting. His right hind leg started thumping against the ground when I scratched harder where he’d said, like he couldn’t stop it. I started laughing, falling onto the ground. He came over and put his forepaws on my chest, pinning me, and growled. I laughed even harder, couldn’t stop laughing.

When I calmed down some he grinned down at me. He licked my face a couple times, purposely licking over my lips.

“Yuck, dog slobber.” I pushed my arms into his chest, forcing him off me. “Gross, Kyle. Turn, I want to swim.” He changed, laughing even as his human form fully emerged.

“You don’t mind it when I look like this. I was just giving you a kiss, baby.” He started laughing again.

“Sure, sure. You can keep your doggy kisses, fucker.” I sprang up, pushing my shoulder into his stomach and grabbing him by the back of the thighs, I stood up. I carried him toward the lake. He slapped my ass, protesting to be put down, so I threw him into the water. He came up sputtering, “Fuck, it’s cold.”

I jumped out to meet him and keep him in the water then took his hand to drag him out deeper. We swam out toward the middle of the lake, keeping pace with one another. Before too long Kyle slowed and turned onto his back. I did the same and we lay there floating with our fingers linked. He turned to me and without warning pushed me under. It was my turn to come up sputtering water.

“That’s what you get. Fair play, baby.” He pulled me to him and wrapped my legs around Escort Ankara his waist. We both were treading water with our arms, gazes locked. I felt his cock growing against my thigh. He turned to look over his shoulder.

“Think they can see us?” He turned back to me, grinning, that sexy little thing he did where just the corners of his lips curled up.

“I think we’re pretty far away. You have something in mind, pup?” He growled and nodded to the closer shore. I used my legs to pull him under, letting him go quick I took off for the shore. He tried to grab my ankles but just missed me and a second later I heard him cutting into the water behind me. I pushed myself and made it to the shore a full minute before he did.

He came out of the water dripping, his tan line drew my eyes to his dick. It had lost some of its rigidity, but it was still swollen and pointing out from his incredible body. As he approached me, laughing, I got up on my knees and swallowed his wet cock.

“Aghh, no fair, baby. I was going to throw you back in. Shit, you’re throat feels so warm after that water.” I held him in my mouth and throat, feeling him grow hard inside me. I swallowed against the head and he groaned. He held my head and thrust gently into my mouth a couple times before groaning and pulling out.

“They can see us, Tony. Let’s go up in the trees.” He pulled me up and guided me towards the trees with a hand on my shoulder. He guided me to the wide trunk of a big, old tree and pushed me against it. I threw my hands out to catch myself against the bark and Kyle stepped in close behind me. He put one hand on my shoulder, holding me bent toward the tree, and put his other hand on my hip. He ran his thumb in circles over the skin at the top of my ass. He pressed his cock up to me, rubbing it between my ass cheeks. He used his feet to kick my legs farther apart, opening me up.

“How about a taste of what’s to come?” I moaned and pushed my ass back. I wanted him to fuck me, and realized that I missed his big dick inside of me. I expected, wanted him to take me hard and fast. I wanted him to be brutal, feral and shove his cock into me. I let out a begging, slutty little whimper. I was surprised when he pulled away and suddenly I felt the whiskers on his chin scraping along the cleft of my ass. He used his hands to pull my ass open and drove his tongue into me.

“Oh, K-Kyle. Fuck me.” I was gasping and stuttering. He spit onto my hole and used his tongue to press the saliva into me. My dick went hard as a rock. “Now, Kyle. I need you now.”

He stood up, I heard him spit a couple times, and suddenly his cock was pushing up into me. I met the pressure, pushing out with my inner muscles, and helped him impale me. He immediately started hammering his cock into me making my ass burn with the friction. We were both grunting and groaning, gasping and unable to speak as he worked his cock in and out of me. He was gripping my hips with both hands, I knew I’d have bruises bracketing my pelvis, while he assaulted my ass.

He pulled me up onto my toes, suspending me on his dick. He gave me three thrusts, going so deep, and I started screaming with the force of my orgasm. He followed right behind me, fucking into me hard, and I felt his hot come spurting inside me as he howled.

He pulled me up to lean back against him. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder as he shuddered, still pumping into me. We caught our breath for a moment then he pulled his dick slowly from inside me, letting some of his come leak out and run down the insides of my thighs. He turned me around and gave me a searing kiss, crushing my lips against my teeth. He ran one hand up into my hair as I cradled his shoulders.

“God, baby. It just gets better and better.” He cupped my ass with his other hand, pushing his middle finger just inside my come-slick hole. “Think that’ll hold us until tonight?” I nodded before laying my head on his shoulder and licking the salty sweat there.

“We should be heading back, before they start worrying. You gonna make it?”

“Yeah, let’s go, love.” I straightened up and took his hand to walk back to the lake.

We walked into the water and it helped cool down my overheated body. The water refreshing us, we swam for the distant shore. The rest of the pack had shifted back and most of them were lying in the sun, some of them still splashing in the water. As we got closer Brady and Susan got up to meet us at the shore.

Brady saw the handprints at my hips, just starting to turn a deeper color, and shook his head, grinning. Susan saw him and swatted at his arm.

“Ow, honey. Domestic violence.” She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek and he wrapped an arm around her. Then he leveled a serious look at Kyle and said, “Chicken-fight.” Susan laughed as he dragged her out into the water and ducked to put his head between her legs. He lifter her easily and turned toward us. I shrugged at Kyle and he smiled.

“We can take ’em, baby.” He pulled me out into deeper water and ducked down to lift me onto his shoulders. We took a second to get our balance then squared off against the other couple. Kyle and Brady approached each other and when we got close enough Susan and I reached to grapple.

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