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My Hot Tub Girl

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Unlike my other stories which may or not be wild figments of my fertile imagination, this one is true. It involves male/female sex, explicitly. If you don’t have permission to read this kind of stuff, move on.

I’m in my late fifties. Pretty good-looking, I’m told and still in pretty good shape, thank you very much. I live in Bridgehampton, New York, right in the center of the ‘Fabulous Hamptons’ resort area. I live here year ’round and unlike the eclectic billionaires that comprise my neighborhood, I don’t go to the fancy parties and fundraisers, horse shows or designer shops. Don’t get me wrong, I love the style and artistic nature of the place, bumping into the super-famous on the street and dining on the best food. Still, I try to stay out of the villages on hot and sunny summer weekends. Who needs the hassle of searching for a parking spot? Not I. I love the place itself more…boating and fishing, deer and wild turkeys…ospreys…the ocean beaches, the bays; the creeks…the sunsets on Crescent Beach…the clean windswept smell…I love it all. In fact, I love it even more in the off-season when it becomes desolate, peaceful and utterly mellow.

There was one hitch to this serenity and that is that I am alone. Wary of marriage again, I make a wide swath away from aggressive and hungry women…who usually turn out to be real estate agents seeking the one big sale. Also, I’m not a big drinker anymore. So I don’t date much and consequently, I don’t have a lot of sex, at least not with others. I like to say that I like group sex because it’s at least with one another person. Unfortunately, I do get lonely and in need of companionship more than I’d like to admit.

My house and my style are laid back. I like good red wine, an occasional joint, my dog and my hot tub (although not particularly in that order) and life is good. Lately, in those frequent times when I am horny, I peruse Craig’s List to see if any local women might be randy enough to share the tub and a glass with me. How rare indeed! Usually, I end up looking at or reading porn, jerking off and going to bed. And that’s how it was one night last May.

I looked under “Women Seeking Men” and the first ad caught me. It was entitled “Could use a hot tub…” and it was from a 33 year old in nearby Wainscott. It read:

“I’m pretty. I have a great body. So what’s wrong with me? Why can’t I find a man who is sensual, caring and honest? How I would love a glass of merlot and a hot tub with a good man. Can you fill this order? Email me with a picture and I will do same.”

I wrote her back immediately and described myself and my situation. I sent a recent picture of me on my friend’s sailboat. Within five minutes, she wrote me back and said that she was intrigued. Considering my age, she wanted to know more about me and asked if I would give her my phone number. I looked at her attached photo and she looked absolutely amazing…long blond hair, a nice large pair of breasts and an ass so small, you could put it your pocket and still have room for change. I dashed off a response with my phone number. A few minutes later, the phone rang twice and then stopped before I could reach it. The caller-id showed that it was a restricted number.

A good hour passed. By this time, I figured that she received a better offer and I’d given up waiting. Then the phone rang. I picked it up and it was her. She explained that she had called earlier and my name popped up on her caller-id, she’d hung up, gone to her computer and “Google-d” me. She said that she not only found the many pages interesting but she also sensed that I was honest and a good guy. At first, I was taken aback by this but then I admired her for her detective skills and sense of personal security. We talked for a few minutes and then she asked if I could meet her in a half hour.

“Let’s meet at Starbuck’s in Bridgehampton, okay?”

“Sure,” I said and hung up. I hate Starbuck’s. I like coffee rize escort without the public relations. I even hate that Starbuck’s has sullied the uniqueness of my small New England-ish village. But to meet this woman, Starbuck’s was ideal.

A half hour later, I was standing in front when she walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. I asked her if she wanted to go in and order and she said no, that she hated coffee and Starbuck’s in particular. She preferred chai and red wine. I suggested we go for a drink. I ushered her into my car and told her I had a great place for wine. I turned south toward the ocean and pulled up to the edge of the beach. The moon was causing a glow on the water and the light was just enough for us to talk, look and enjoy. I reached into the back of my car and pulled out a beach blanket and a carry-all. After we spread it out and sat down, I pulled a bottle and said, “Cabernet, sorry, no merlot.” I produced two wine glasses and a corkscrew.

After a few glasses and much flirting, she told me that she had no luck keeping a man. Her last boyfriend said she was lousy in bed but she complained and said, “He should talk. The man couldn’t go downtown for shit!”

I could hardly believe that this breathtaking woman could be lousy in bed but stranger things have happened. It began to get a little chilly as May evenings do and I put my arm around her and warmed her. We kissed, at first politely but within a few minutes we were devouring each other. I felt her hard nipples pushing into my chest and I rubbed my palm down her side. I felt no resistance. I whispered to her that the hot tub was bubbling. Like two giggling kids, we threw our stuff into the car and drove off.

I remember that night for all the deer on the sides of the road. It was like they all came out to wish me luck. I was crazy with lust for this young little beauty. But it would have to wait until we walked the dog, drank some cognac, smoked a joint and then made out and got all touchy-feely. I took her hand and led her through my bedroom to the deck where the tub was waiting. I began to strip as she began to hoot at me. I took my sweet time peeling off my clothes but, as I rarely wear underwear, I turned so she could watch me slide my jeans over my bare ass (which received whistles and applause).

I slowly turned back so she could see that I was sporting as big a woody as I can muster, which is about seven inches, circumcised and, as I said to her while pointing down to it, “It shoots blanks!” With that I slid into the tub.

She smiled at me and said, “Most impressive.”

She unbuttoned her blouse to reveal two luscious creamy white orbs nestled in a lacy white bra.

“36C. I know you’re wondering.”

Down came her jeans to reveal a matching lacy white thong. She was damp, it was obvious. She was also shaved to which her camel toe attested. She sat down on the edge and dropped her long legs into the water. Our eyes were locked as she slowly removed her bra holding each cup and slowly revealing herself. I heard myself gasp. There were perfect. They looked delicious. Her light pink nipples were hard and pointing up at a slight angle. Creamy and Perky were the adjectives in my head. She then slipped off the thong and spread her legs so that her pink gash was glistening into my eyes. I was mesmerized. She slipped into the water and moved up next to me. I put my arm around her and curled into her. I quietly kissed her earlobes, her neck, and her forehead.

She groaned and said, “I love hot tubs sooooo much. I wish I had one.”

I admitted that it was my greatest vice; that I kept it on all year; that I liked it in the snow; that when I can’t sleep I step outside for a tub; and finally that I’ve discovered all sorts of uses for the jets.

“Don’t tell me you stick your dick in the jets!”

“No, no, not like that,” I laughed, “but the jets can make my balls feel great, or my ass. It’s very erotic bostnews.com and it’s a good warm-up to masturbation afterwards.”

“Show me,” she said. “I want to try it.

So I showed her how I can sit on one step facing the jets a certain way letting one bubble my balls and ass at the same time while the head of my cock popped up and cut the water. She came over to me and ran her hands over me. She felt the jets as she stroked me and slowly jerked me.

“Now me,” she said. I moved away and let her take my place. I held her from behind and positioned her.

“Oooooh…I love it.”

My hands rubbed and caressed her. I held her breasts and flicked at her nipples. She spread her legs to let the water rush over her clit. I reached down and lightly pulled her pussy lips apart.

“Oooooh,” she made a sound somewhere between a moan, a squeal and a purr. We stayed like that for about ten minutes. It was truly bliss.

I held her in my arms and we kissed. I loved her tits and couldn’t keep my hands off them. She sat me down and sat on top of me wrapping her legs around me and rocking on my cock. We kissed some more. How long this went on, I do not know, but it was a wonderful eternity. She whispered to me that she had to pee so we got out of the tub and dried off. I took the opportunity to fill our glasses and relight the joint.

She was on my bed looking so utterly seductive and tantalizing when I entered. I sat down and fed her some wine. She took my hand to smoke when I stopped her. I took the joint and deeply inhaled it as my lips engulfed hers and I fed her the smoke.

“Mmmm” I began to feel her, to eat her up with my eyes, to kiss her. “This is for you so just lay back and luxuriate in it,” I said as began to travel around her kneading and caressing her every inch.

I suckled her nipples slightly pulling them. I moved to just below her breasts and I worshiped them, exploring then as though my tongue was my sextant. I moved to her stomach and licked and sucked on her navel, I stopped at that place just above her slit and then slipped across the bed and moved down to her feet. I slowly massaged them as I sucked on her toes. Working my way up, I stopped at her knees, rubbing and licking at the underside. Finally, I reached her ass. Placing my hands under her cheeks, I lifted her and began he lick them eventually moving to circle her anus with the tip of my tongue, occasioning stabbing it inside.

“Oh my God, that’s awesome. Don’t stop.”

I had no intention of stopping as I felt her body arch and react. But soon, I traced my tongue along and ever so slowly licking my way up, licking at the walls, slurping into her hole and enveloping her clit. I licked and slurped for some time, rubbing my entire face in her. I knew that I was in heaven but I also knew that she was close to exploding so I eased back.

“No, no…please.” She cried.

“Mmmmm,” I replied.

I placed my finger into her and began to slowly rub a spot while taking long licks. I slowly moved my finger in further and repeated the soft circling pressure. The tip of my tongue pressed under the base of her clit and slowly sucked it in. I moved my finger in still further and felt her G-Spot, and then sucked in her clit. I felt her stomach spasm. She began to buck and shake. Quietly moaning faster and faster, she stiffened and suddenly her juices began to flood my face. She had a copious orgasm to say the least and it seemed to last for a long time. I began to make circular licks around her clit while drilling my finger quickly in and out. She immediately came again, sucking my finger in as deep as it could go. She collapsed in a heap, smiling beatifically.

I crawled up next to her and held her in my arms, wrapping my palms around her breasts. She purred and spooned into me. We fell asleep.

That night, I was awakened to her sucking my cock. She loved it. She licked my balls and dragged her tongue along the underside. Sometimes, she just licked and sucked on the head. She throated me. When she ran her nails along my ass crack, I began to grunt and moan.

“Yes. Yessss. Yessssss.”

My cum kept shooting and it seemed to load back up and fire again. She looked up at me with a big smile and swallowed it, smacking her lips and laughing.

“Oooh. I never swallowed it before…but it never tasted so good before…and it felt sooo gooood….I just love your cock!”

Needless to say, the sex was wonderful. We played in different positions and seemed like two kids with new toys. We giggled a lot. We swooned a lot. She had me eat her again and again swearing that no one had ever rocked her like I had. When the morning light was breaking, she explained that she had to go home and prepare for work. So I drove her back to her car and before she departed, she promised to call me very soon. I didn’t have her number; I didn’t know where she lived. All I had was her name and her scent all over me.

Soon wasn’t soon enough for me and it was two weeks before she called. She asked me to take her to dinner in a romantic place. She said she would meet me at five at Starbuck’s again. How ironic. I picked her up and she was thrilled to see me. Take about an ego boost. Honestly, I felt like a million bucks. I told her that I felt the same and hadn’t felt like this in years. I drove up to Sag Harbor and took the North Haven Ferry to Shelter Island. We had dinner at the Sunset Grille while the sun set over western Peconic Bay. The sunset that evening seemed especially excellent with long rays of color bouncing off the high clouds. When the red orb finally settled under the horizon, glasses clinked through the restaurant. Yup, this place was romantic.

During dinner, she explained to me that she wanted to keep me a secret…her secret. She said that at the end of the summer, she would be moving to Arizona to take a much higher paying job in her fields of acupuncture and yoga. She said that we would have a glorious summer but like all good things, someday it would end. Anyway, she continued, she was hoping to find a mate and have children so we had no real future…but we had a very real “now” and she was hoping I would agree to her terms for a relationship. Who me? Duh. That night, we walked the beach. In a far corner, behind some boulders, we made love. It was a perfect night and one that is etched in my mind and my heart forever. I will always envision her legs wrapped around my waist as I stood, leaning on a boulder while she rocked up and down on me, my hands under and in her luscious ass.

I saw her about a dozen times over the summer. We had sex in unimaginable places, in unimaginable positions and in unimaginable pleasure. Totally uninhibited, she had me take her anal cherry. She sometimes brought toys. Once, she sucked me until I dropped a heavy load into her mouth. This time, she did not swallow it but moved up and kissed me, feeding me my own salty load. Sometimes, after she came all over my face, she would lick me clean. Once, we sat at opposite ends of the hot tub and watched each other masturbate. She sure did like that hot tub. I loved fucking her in the shower, in the kitchen, on the fireplace mantle, anywhere I could prop her ass. And she loved every minute of it. And I loved to watch those superb tits bounce for joy.

She left this past Tuesday, the day after Labor Day. Only my dog was glad about it. That night, as I lay my head down on my pillow, I was mixed with the sorrow of seeing her go. I really really loved being with her. She made my juices flow as never before. I was also glad that I had experienced her and euphoric that I had loved her. I turned my head on the pillow and heard a crumpling noise. I lifted the pillow to find that she had placed a sopping thong in a Ziploc bag. I opened the bag and felt her fill the room, replacing any other air that might have been there. She was permeating my bed once again and I fell asleep smiling.

This is for you. Thank you.

So that’s the story. That’s the fac’, Jack. If you liked it, email me and let me know.

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Strange Day

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For as long as I can remember I have been classed as a tomboy for several different reasons. The two main reasons are the way that I dressed and that I looked like a boy. I don’t have the facial hair and deep voice of one but I do have that sort of face, short hair and that type of body, in other words I did not have any breasts to speak of. No boy used to look at me as if they wanted to date me, the only reason they were near me was because I acted like them and I was fun to hang around.

But that all changed when I turned 18 and realized that my body had changed to that of a woman and that I was a late, very late bloomer. When I checked myself in the mirror every morning I found to my shock that my breasts were getting bigger and I wondered how I was going to hide them from the boys that I hung out with. I noticed also that my face had gotten a little softer and looked more like a woman’s should be. I realized when I looked at my face that the haircut that I had was not enough any more and decided to let it grow out. As I let my hair grow out I noticed that I looked totally different- more feminine and all the boys that I hung out with noticed it too. The first real change that I noticed was that they did not play as roughly and they were more guarded with what they talked about which made me kind of sad in what I was losing by changing this way.

I also noticed one thing that was strange with all the guys; they kept on looked at me when they thought that I wasn’t looking and kept on checking out my body. I tried to hide my figure from them and wore the same clothes that I did but with the way that my body had developed it was proving to be far more difficult than I realized. I wondered if I should stop hanging out with them now that I looked like a woman but I told myself that they were my friends and nothing would happen between us. I actually should have seen that what had happened with me had changed things and I could never change them back. I didn’t even realize the way I looked now had changed the way that every other male around me was thinking until the one day that I got on the bus.

When I got up that morning I decided to try something different and asked my sister if I could borrow a skirt of hers which she was shocked by. She let me borrow a skirt of hers which was fairly short and when I got dressed that morning I was fairly self conscious by the way that I looked as it was nothing like myself, how I usually dressed. I then joined my sister and as we walked to the bus stop I noticed everyone who was looking at me and couldn’t help but blush and smile, this was something very new to me and I could not help but wonder if I should change because of this.

I stood there and waited for the bus to come and I couldn’t help but notice the looks that I was getting from the guys and some of the girls around me. I did not want to look at them but some part of me did; I wanted to acknowledge what it was they were looking at. Just then the bus showed up and I was glad that it did, as I didn’t actually want to be there at that point in time, as the attention that I was getting was getting weird. As soon as I got onto the bus though I noticed two things- the first thing was that it was very crowded and it was full of kids from my school. I walked to near the middle of the bus but as soon as I did I knew that it was the wrong thing to do as I felt crushed in there and knew that it would remain like that until we all got to the school.

As I stood there and waited for the bus to take us all to school I wondered what was going to happen when I got there. Were all my friends going to still be weird around me because of the way that I looked now, especially with the way that I was dressed? I tried to answer that question but before I could come up with an answer I felt something brush against my ass. At first it shocked me and I wondered if someone was fondling me but then I realized that it must have been by accident because of how crushed we were in the bus but then I felt it again and knew that there was no way that this was a mistake, especially when the hand that touched me lingered there.

As I felt the person’s hand moving across my ass I knew that this was no accident- this person, whoever it was was touching my ass and he was doing it on purpose. The person’s hand began to slowly move over my ass before he lightly squeezed it. As he touched my ass I felt something growing within me and tried to deny it but try as I might what I could feel was something I did not want to. This mystery person who had obviously liked what he had seen when I got onto the bus and decided to make his move while we where trapped in there was starting to turn me on.

I tried to move away, to get away from this hand that was touching me and turning me on but try as I might I couldn’t and this person kept running his hand over my ass. Suddenly I felt this hand moving down to my ass, towards my thigh and I wondered what was going to happen but my unasked question was answered when I felt it move under my skirt. çanakkale escort I felt as this person’s fingers began to move slowly up my thigh towards my panties. As soon as I felt his fingers nearing my panties I felt instant panic and knew that I should move away but some part of me wanted me to stay and see what was going to happen.

The person’s hand moved further up and I suddenly felt those fingers touch my panties near my pussy. As if thinking by themselves my legs slowly opened up and I moved even closer to the hand, wanting it to touch my pussy. Just then the unknown person’s hand moved away as if he did not want to do this any more and he feared that he had been caught. He thought that I would tell someone what he was doing to me and moved his hand away completely which I surprised myself by not wanting to happen. I stood there for several long moments with my legs still slightly open and wondered if this person was going to start again or had I scared him off?

Just then I felt the person’s hand on my ass again and breathed a silent sigh of relief as I wanted that hand to stay there and I did not know why. But then I realized why and it stunned me- I wanted this hand to touch me- to make me wet and make me cum. I was so shocked by that thought that it almost made me fall to the floor and I had to grab hold of one of the straps so that I didn’t. As soon as I did the person must have thought that was a signal to start what he was doing again and he quickly moved his hand under my skirt and ran his fingers over my pussy, on top of my panties. I almost started moaning loudly when he did that but I stopped myself in time, as I knew f I did it would attract attention to me and I knew that was the last thing the person who was fondling me wanted.

Just then I felt the man’s hands move to the edge of my panties and I wanted him to reach under them and touch my pussy but some part of me knew that this was wrong and I wanted him to stop but as soon as I felt his fingers go under my panties to my bare pussy that part of me disappeared and I just wanted him to keep on touching me. Suddenly I felt him pull my panties aside and before I could ask myself why I felt his fingers running over my pussy again and I knew all he wanted was free access. Just then I felt that my pussy was starting to get wet and I wondered if it was because of what those fingers were doing to my pussy but then I realized that was exactly what the reason for it was.

Suddenly the person’s fingers found my clit and started to run his fingers over it and as soon as he did my knees went weak and I was lucky to be holding onto the strap or I would have fallen to the floor. This person’s fingers began to rub my clit and I wanted to badly to scream out over the sensations- to tell everyone what was happening to me but I knew that if I did everyone would know what was going on and both of us- the person behind me and myself would be thrown off the bus. Just then the person’s fingers moved down to my pussy and as he began to run his fingers over it and my clit the bus came to a sudden stop and his fingers went deep into my pussy and I wanted to scream out in pain.

Nobody had ever done that to me and I had never been that stretched open before. I stood there and wanted his fingers out of my pussy but he kept them in there but as if he knew that I was hurting did not move them for which I was very grateful. After a few seconds he began to slowly move them and instead of feeling the pain I felt extreme pleasure and I wanted this person’s fingers to keep moving around in my already dripping wet pussy forever. The pleasure his two fingers were giving me were intense and I never wanted it to stop- I actually shocked myself by listening to the inner voice that said please God let this bus never make it to school.

But it seems as soon as those thoughts entered my head the bus came to an almost screeching halt, which sent the person’s fingers deeper into my pussy, causing me to have a sharp intake of breath. I looked out the window and let out a sigh to see the school sitting out there and an even greater sigh when the person’s fingers slid out from inside my pussy. I then felt my panties being pulled back and my skirt being straightened and knew that we had to get off the bus to school. As soon as we moved to the entrance of the bus though one thought came to my mind- I wanted to try and see who had been fondling me on the bus. I knew that it would be hard to find out but I wanted to try and as we disembarked I stood there as if waiting for my sister and watched the face of every person to see if I could determine just who it was. I watched everyone as they got off the bus, trying to figure it out but as the bus began to empty I was no close to finding out who it was until I saw one of my friends coming out of the bus and look at me with a smile. I didn’t think that was unusual as he always smiled but when he saw me standing there his smile got wider and he brought one of his hands up to his mouth and licked it as if it turkiyeninmasasi.com were an ice cream cone.

As he slowly walked past me I found myself totally speechless and unable to bring a single thought into my head. I then turned my head to look at him walk into the school grounds and thought that it was impossible- he wouldn’t have done it to me, would he? I tried to laugh that thought off but then I realized that he was just a guy and I had turned into what he called a babe. I knew that if he had done it to me on the bus then my friendship was pretty much over but if he hadn’t then I would be destroying if for nothing. But how was I going to find out? I could not go and ask him if he had slid his fingers deep into my pussy- I knew I couldn’t. I let out a sigh and walked into the school grounds, wondering what else was going to happen to me today?

I walked slowly over to where my friends and I usually sat and was surprised to see Andrew, the one that I had seen getting off the bus sitting there alone. I debated with myself as to whether or not to sit there with him but when I saw him look at me and smile I knew that it would be rude not to and walked to where he sat, feeling a little uneasy. I sat down next to him, put my backpack down on the seat and looked at him while I tried to figure out how to ask him. “So, did you have a good bus ride here?” he asked me. My eyes widened and at first I didn’t know what to say but then the first thing that came into my head flew out of my mouth, “It was you? You did that to me?” “I did what to you?” he looked at me questioningly, “I just wanted to know if you had a good ride on the way here- being crammed in there like a sardine in a can.” I breathed out a deep sigh of relief and as soon as I did his eyebrows raised and I knew he wanted to know what happened. “Someone smacked me on the ass. I just thought it was you.” He surprisingly had an extremely serious look on his face and I wondered what had put it there. I looked at him and wondered why he had become so serious. “What’s wrong?” He looked at me for a second or two, not saying a word but then he smiled and said, “It’s nothing. I was just thinking of something else.” I looked straight at him, “You are getting weird Andrew. You know that.”

Andrew opened his mouth to answer but before he could Josh walked up to us and dropped his backpack down beside me, which caused me to jump. I looked up at him and opened my mouth to say something but before I could Josh said, “God, that bus was packed. No wonder you looked a little flustered when you got off it.” I blushed and looked at him but couldn’t say a word- I couldn’t tell them that someone had just had finger fucked me on the bus and had gotten me worked up. He just looked straight at me as if I was going crazy and I knew that if I told him what had happened two things would happen, he would either just laugh or he would tease me mercilessly which made me sit down and keep quiet. Andrew then looked at me and said, “What is wrong with you, have you not heard a thing that we said.” I looked at him, “Huh, what did you say?” Andrew shook his head, “Jeez, you are getting too weird Sarah, you know that don’t you.” “Sorry, I just had my mind on other things.” Josh moved close and sat down next to me, “What is wrong with you today?” “It is nothing. It is just that the bus ride was strange.” “Strange; how?” “It is nothing.” Andrew just looked at me as if I was going crazy or I had already done so and Josh looked as if he wanted to say something but he was keeping his mouth closed although I saw a grin on his face. I looked straight at him and wondered if he knew something but did not want to give it away but before I could ask him the bell went off and I looked at them then said that I would see them during the first break.

As soon as I walked away from them the only thing that I could think about was what had happened to me on the bus and how the man’s fingers had felt as they slid in and out of me, which sent a shiver up my spine. I walked slowly to my first class and for once was glad that it was gym as it meant that I would be able to get my mind off what had happened to me and how my pussy was still wet just thinking about it. The only thing I could think about as I walked was how I wanted nothing more than to feel something sliding in and out of my pussy and I wondered what was wrong with me as it was the first time that I had ever felt something like this. I felt as though I was on fire and the only thing that could put it out was for me to have an orgasm that allowed me to scream at the top of my lungs, letting everyone around me know what I was doing.

I entered the main building and as soon as I did I looked left and right down the hallway to try and find a place to hide, take my clothing off and masturbate. I knew that I was going mad by thinking this way but it was as if my mind was stuck below my waist, at my pussy which was screaming to be touched- screaming to have me or someone else slide something deep into it. I stopped and took a deep breath, trying to clear my head but it was as if my pussy was controlling me and I wondered if anyone in the hall around me was looking at me with the knowledge of what I was going about, could even smell the juices that were making my panties dripping wet.

I knew that I was being paranoid and that nobody knew what was going on with me but it made me move even faster to the gym. When I entered the locker room I was glad that it was empty as it gave me the chance to get changed in solitude, with nobody around to disturb me. I walked slowly to my locker and opened it, pulled out my gym clothes and dropped them to the bench and placed my bag in my locker. As soon as I placed my foot on the bench to take off my shoe however a smell assailed me and I knew what it was. The smell of my aroused pussy struck me like a hammer; making my senses go out of control and making my thoughts focus onto it again.

It made me want to do nothing more than take off my panties and masturbate so badly that it caused every other thought to be pushed aside. Just then I heard the locker room door open and it made me focus again which made me start to untie my shoelace although the smell of my pussy was strong in the air. I knew that I had to ignore it but it was so hard that it was making me feel as if I was going so slow that time itself had stopped. It was then that I noticed the presence of a person standing there looking at me and when I looked up I saw Carole standing there looking at me.

She pushed up her glasses and seemed to be focusing hard on something which made me wonder what it was until I remembered where I was and how I was standing which made me take my leg off the bench. She then looked at my face as if she just realized that I was there and the first thing that I noticed was the redness on her cheeks. I looked at her in shock and wondered if she had been looking at my legs or she could even smell me but before I even had a chance she turned quickly and walked away to her locker.

I shook my head and wondered how this day could get any weirder for me then proceeded to take off my shoes and t-shirt, leaving me standing there in my panties, skirt and bra. I then hooked my fingers into the elastic of my skirt and as slowly pulled it down, bending over as I did and as soon as I bent over it was as if a shock of cold air suddenly hit my wet panties, driving me insane. I wanted nothing more than to take them off and slide my fingers deep into my pussy but I knew that I could not or someone would wonder where I was and come to find me just to find me in this predicament and then I would be in serious trouble.

I stood up straight and grabbed my gym clothes then pulled them on and put my gym shoes on, throwing my other clothes into my locker and closing it. I turned and walked out of the locker room into the gym and as soon as I did I saw that everyone was already there and that they had been paired off. It was then that the gym teacher, Mr. Sinclair turned his head and looked at me, “Nice of you to finally join us Miss Jamieson, now if you would be so kind to join the rest of us I can tell you all what is going to happen. I have paired you all up for a reason and that reason is, oh god- is everyone going to be late this day.” As soon as I turned my head towards the locker room I was not at all surprised to see Carole as she walked into the gym and pushed her glasses up. “Now that you have joined us you can go and stand by Miss Jamieson as you are now her partner.” Everyone started to snicker at that which caused Mr. Sinclair to look at everyone, “Oh do shut up and let me finish. Seeming as it is a double lot of gym today and I have you lovely people for two hours I have decided that you are all going to have a little bit of fun. I have paired you all off into different teams so this is what is going to happen. You are going to leave this gym and go on a little run around the campus and surrounding area but this is the fun part to it and the reason I have paired you off which I think you can already guess to but I will tell you anyway. The object of this little run is to win of course but in order for you to finish both of you have to cross the line at the same time- does that not sound like fun?” Everyone groaned as soon as Mr. Sinclair finished and I knew that it was going to be hard for me to win this run but there was one thing I was glad of, it was going to take my focus away from my arousal. “Oh, one thing I forgot to mention. There is a little prize for the team who wins this race- the winning team will finish the gym class as soon as they have finished the race and they can do whatever they wish to do while the rest of you will have to finish the rest of the gym class, no matter how exhausted you are.” I knew that I wanted to finish this class as quickly as possible as that meant that I could do the one thing my body was screaming out for but it was then that Carole turned to me. “Do you want to finish this race first, do you want to win this race?” “Yes, I want to finish as quickly as possible, there is something I have to do.” “Okay, I will run as fast as I can but you have to promise me one thing. If we win then you have to do what I ask of you as soon as we are in the locker room, do you agree.”

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My Dearest Jonathan;

As I lay here and reflect on my life, there are things in my past that I must confess to you. This cancer which has destroyed my body has luckily left my mind intact. I know that I do not have much time left, therefore I must write this letter before it is impossible for me to do so.

Do you remember when we first met? You were 12 years old, and such a shy, awkward little boy. I had fallen in love with your father, and we were engaged to be married. I was 24 at the time, your dad was significantly older than me at the age of 40. I felt so sorry for you, your parents both had successful careers and weren’t around much for you. You spent most of your time in the company of a nanny and the housekeeper. After your mother’s death in that terrible car crash, your father in his grief worked even harder and longer hours. I think deep down he loved you tremendously, but you were so much like your mother it was incredibly painful for him to spend time with you.

I’m sure you remember all the trouble I caused soon after your father and I were married. I decided to fire both your nanny and housekeeper and devote myself full time to caring for you. Your father wasn’t interested in having another baby, and that didn’t really matter to me. I had you to look after, anyways. I got you involved with social activities in school, and playing sports. As your dad continued to focus on his career, we became closer. I was the one who went to your football games, taught you to drive, and helped you pick out your flowers for your prom date. I loved every minute of the time we had together, and never regretted not having a career or another child.

The day of your graduation was one of the kırklareli escort proudest days of my life. I watched as you took the stage in front of your classmates to give your valedictorian speech with tears in my eyes. You had transformed from a shy little boy with no friends to a tall, strong young man with intelligence and kindness for everyone. All your teachers commented to me on how well you had done in school, and how you would go far in life.

That evening, we held your graduation party for family and friends. Your girlfriend was there, I’m sure you remember the argument you two had that evening. I knew you two were close but you hadn’t yet had sex, I had already had a frank discussion with you on the subject. You wanted to lose your virginity to her before you went off to college. However, since she had such a strict religious upbringing, she was against the idea. I was a little upset that she decided to break up with you at your graduation party, but you just shrugged your shoulders and said everything would be fine. The party was over around 10 pm and you decided to go to a friends house for a while. Since you had always been such a good kid, I had never really enforced any sort of curfew, just a rule to be quiet when returning home late at night. Your father always went to bed early, and would have been furious had he known how late you came home some evenings. After you left, I cleaned up and since it was so warm, decided to go swimming. Since no one else was there, I stripped off my clothes and dived into the pool nude.

I had tried to keep myself in shape as much as possible. At 30, I was still slim with full DD breasts, a tiny waist, and long curly red hair. I kept my hair long since I knew your father liked it so much. I swam a few laps in the pool, and then climbed out kirklareliescort.org and lay down on the lounge chair to relax. I hadn’t laid there very long before I had that feeling of being watched. Sitting up, I noticed you standing there watching me. The look on your face was one of lust and a little bit of curiosity too. I could tell you were aroused by the bulge in the front of your shorts. Seeing you standing there like that looking at me caused the moisture to pool between my thighs. I held out my had to you, and you walked over to me slowly. I looked up into your eyes, and gently lowered the fly of your shorts and undid the button. You gasped in shock as my hand wrapped around your stiff hard cock and drew it out into the warm night air. I slowly licked up and down, using my hand to stroke you as well. My other hand tickled your balls as I gave you your first blow job. Soon, your hands were in my hair, forcing me to take you deeper into my throat as you moaned my name softly. I could tell you were getting close to cumming, so I slowly withdrew you from my mouth, and lay back down on the lounge chair. You were on me in an instant, your mouth on mine and your hands full of my breasts, squeezing them gently. You pinched my nipples lightly and I moaned at the sensation, becoming even wetter. Slowly I reached down between our bodies, and guided your cock to the entrance of my dripping pussy. With one thrust of your hips, you buried yourself deep inside of me. We both moaned at the sensation, and slowly I began to move my hips beneath you, teaching you how to fuck a woman properly. Soon we developed a rhythm of our own, and you became more confident, thrusting harder and deeper into my pussy. I reached down between us and showed you how to play with my clit, and bring me closer to orgasm. When I came, I cried out softly into the night air, and felt my pussy muscles clench tightly around your hard cock. That was enough to send you over the edge and you came hard, crying out my name and filling me with your hot cum. You collapsed on me, breathing hard as I wrapped my arms around you. We both lay there in silence contemplating this new development in our relationship.

We continued to fuck at every opportunity we could over the summer, until it was time for you to go off to college. Our last time together was the day before you left. Your father, as usual was going away on business the next day, so he had went to bed early. We clung to each other with the passion and love that we felt for each other, knowing it was the last time we could be together. We had already discussed our situation, and decided that when you went to college our sexual relationship would end. I was, after all, your stepmother and you had your whole life ahead of you. The next morning, we packed your car for college, and I helped you get settled into your dorm. I drove away from you that day with tears rolling down my face and a heavy ache in my heart.

Nine months later, we had a new addition to the family. All your friends thought it was really cool that you had a baby sister while you were in college. Your father was surprised at first at the news that I was pregnant, but thrilled in the end. Emma was a beautiful baby when she was born, everyone commented on how she looked just like her big brother. I just smiled at them and said I thought she looked like her father.

Now my love, you know the truth about our relationship. I can go to my death with a clear conscious and a happy heart. I write you this letter because I think you deserve to know the truth. You have always cared for Emma, please continue to look after her as you always have. I will leave it up to you to decide if you wish her to know that you are her true father. I only hope that you can forgive my foolishness in not telling you sooner.

All my love,

Anna

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Today was the beginning of the rest of Sasha’s life. She just turned 18 the day before. She was an accomplished figure skater with Olympic dreams. Sasha was a very shy and innocent little blonde (4’9″)… but her whole world was about to change. If it was for the better is up to you to decide.

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After falling twice in her long program, Sasha went back to her dressing room thinking it was all over. Sasha began packing everything away. She knew it was all over and she didn’t want to stay there a second more then she had to. Winning the gold was what she trained her entire life for and now it seemed out of reach.

Just as she was finishing up, a judge from Germany came into her dressing room.

“Sasha, I’m sorry for bothering you but could I ask you for a small favor?” asked the judge kindly.

Albeit startled, Sasha responded innocently, “Sure… anything… but aren’t judges banned from interacting with the athletes?”

“There is someone I know that is a huge fan of yours… I was hoping you’d not mind signing something and not saying much about it?” said the judge.

“Sure… can you hold on for a second?… I have a pen in my bag.” Sasha said innocently.

As Sasha was bent over looking for the pen in her bag. The judge tried to resist and look away but his eyes reluctantly started exploring every inch of her VERY round, firm and plump 18 year old figure skater ass. For only being 18 years old and only 4’9″ her body was filled out extremely well and the fact that she worked out ALLOT, her body showed great definition from it and it was starting to drive the judge crazy.

The figure skating outfit she had on seemed like it was specifically crafted and shaped to fit every defined curve and contour of Sasha’s lusciously petite body.

“Found it… sorry to keep you waiting.” Sasha said as she turned around.

All of a sudden she noticed the German Judge grasping his large cock threw his pants.

“Hey what’s going on here!?!?” said a startled and quite shaken Sasha.

The VERY embarrassed judged tried to think of something quick and responded,

“What did you think I meant by Something I wanted you to sign?”

Sasha couldn’t help but look innocently nervous at his hard erect cock. After all she was a virgin with no sexual experience what so ever.

“I can make sure you get a high enough score to least medal you know.” The judge said.

“But that would be chea… ” and before Sasha finish her response the judge shoved his cock into her tiny mouth. Holding Sasha’s little head with both hands as he started bobbing her head up and down on his massive meat.

Sasha tried to resist but her subconscious took over and she started to suck his cock instinctually without even realizing it. Innocent diyarbakır escort Sasha’s tiny teen body had betrayed her!!

“Just pretend it’s a lollipop Sasha!” the judge said. Forcefully guiding her head down…

She was barely able to fit her tiny mouth over the mushroom tip, barely taking it in and sucking on the top of it like a lollipop.

He then shoved her head down on it forcing it into her mouth until almost his entire length was in her mouth and down her throat. Her neck started to bulge slightly and after gagging allot and getting a little confused after numerous tries Sasha looked up at him with pure, eager, lust. The Judge had broken the mind and will of poor little Sasha and now her subconscious flooded her with feelings and emotions she didn’t understand and had never experienced before.

Completely ignoring the fact that Sasha still had her figure skating outfit on the judge placed her on her back. Easing his hands between her petite smooth, athletically firm and thick legs slowly spreading them wide open. Slowly moving the piece of cloth covering her very tiny virgin pussy aside, he then started to explore.

Her pussy was bald and extremely smooth, much like he had expected her pussy to look like, even before seeing her. The lips of her pussy were thick like a bean and glistening light pinkish white, betraying her shameful arousal.

He started with her inner thighs, smiling at her as he massaged them, slowly making his approach towards her extremely tight figure skaters’ pussy. He could feel Sasha’s tiny body tense up, instinctually waiting for the moment of contact.

He moved slowly, deliberately. Part of this was a teasing tactic, the other part was his determination to give Sasha the same pleasure she had given him by watching her skate but what she didn’t know was that he was going to take her virginity even if she didn’t want him to. Every one of her extremely tight little love holes were going to be invaded whether she wanted it or not.

He slowly lowered his mouth onto her glistening tiny virgin pussy. He started to run his tongue all the way along it, then began to work at tasting her sweetness and evilly smiled as he knew he was the first to taste her sweet innocently young teen pussy honey. In a very fast and surprising move his tongue darted into her pussy moving in and out, back and forth, in circles, Sasha’s moans began to grow louder.

“Yes… yes… oh God… oh God… PLEASE stop PLEASE STOP!!… so good… more… please… uhhhhhh… yes… pllleaaasseee!!” moaned the tiny 18 year old Sasha unwillingly.

When he glanced up at her, He saw that she was lost in her own world of ecstasy, eyes clinched shut, riding the build-up to her very first climax and he knew that with diyarbakiranalatik.com her being so young and it being her first orgasm that it was going to rip threw her like a powerful destructive tornado. He began working faster, savoring all of her juices and working for more.

Noticing that she was just about to burst, he quickly stopped… purposefully halting and spoiling the orgasm.

“Sasha I don’t care how tight you are or how much this will hurt… I can’t take it anymore and I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you and I’m NOT going to be gentle about it. I want my cock in that extremely tight and tiny bean of yours.” the judge said sternly.

He then stood up… Lifting Sasha’s tiny body into the air and slammed it down on his cock. His cock being so hard it ripped threw the cloth of her Figure Skating outfit covering her dripping pussy. With Sasha being a virgin and her body being so petite and athletically toned, Sasha’s pussy was so tight that when the cock forcefully entered her the pain of it all made her pass out.

After noticing Sasha passed out just seconds after entering her he started “bounce fucking” her even harder jamming his cock into her bloody, honey glistening pussy. Her pussy griped his cock, fitting around it EXTREMELY tightly. As his massive cock rapidly forced its way in and out of Sasha’s very young tight and light pink virgin pussy, her small yet very perky breasts started slipping out of her Figure Skating outfit as her body was tossed up and down on his cock. He started mauling her perky little breasts, sucking on her petite pink nipples.

Feeling he was nearing his end… The judge propped Sasha’s worn out body up on her hands and knees as he pulled her left leg back. Tearing a hole in the back part of her Figure Skating outfit and started fucking her in the ass from behind in a “scorpion position “.

“Oh Gosh no… not my butt… pleeee… noooooooo… uhhhhhhh!!” Sasha begged breathlessly but the judge ignored her plea and snuck his swollen cock head into her plump little barely teen ass and slowly into her extremely tiny and tight virgin asshole using her own blood and juices as lubricant and fucking her with no mercy.

He rammed his entire length into her tiny little asshole in one thrust. Sasha started screaming and moaning in a mixture of pleasure and extreme pain as he starting pumping his meat in and out of her fabulous little ass.

“Oh, Goodyear, take it up the ass Sasha you tiny 18 year old Figure Skating whore.” the judge said.

It was so deep in her tiny ass that she could feel his cock in her tummy. Suddenly the German judge felt something wet hit his balls as he continued to fuck her ass in the “scorpion position”. He couldn’t believe it, after resisting so much and begging him not to invade her ass she was cumming just from his assfucking. This brought him close to climax. He pulled almost all the way out and then jammed it back into Sasha’s little ass.

“You tiny body has betrayed you Sasha. All of this milky cum coming from your tiny pussy means its enjoying this.” the judge said.

Feeling he was about to cum, he pulled out of her ass and forced it back into Sasha’s tiny thick pussy from behind. It felt so good in her tight little thick pussy and he didn’t want to stop fucking her. Sasha started to come very quickly this way, with the judge’s cock hitting her G-spot on every thrust.

Sasha unwillingly and uncontrollably started moaning and screaming passionately… The judge couldn’t believe how tight this little Figure Skater’s pussy still was after all of this.

“OH, OH, UHH,UUHHHHHHH, OH NO, OH GOSH NOOOOO, OH YEEEESSSSSSS!” Sasha screamed with what little voice and energy she had left.

The judge felt himself getting very close to his orgasm, but he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was shoot his hot load of cum deep inside tiny little Sasha. He grabbed her fine plump teen ass and thrust deep inside of her tiny thick pussy.

He could feel his orgasm approaching fast. Before He was about to cum Sasha started moaning wildly again. Multiple orgasms started ripping threw her tiny body. He all of a sudden and with no warning started exploding inside her.

Spurt after spurt of hot semen shot into Sasha’s tiny pussy and deep into her womb. . He had never before experienced such a strong and massive orgasm as this one and do to the power of the orgasm he blasted into her he knew it was going to get this tiny Figure Skater pregnant.

He then pulled out of her , turned her over on her back and crouched over her chest. He ripped the top of her Figure Skating outfit open fully exposing her luscious little tits. Placing his still hard cock between them and then forcing her small lusciously perky tits together and started fucking them. It didn’t take long for him to cum again shooting another massive load that literally covered tiny Sasha’s face completely with thick white semen.

With all the cum seeping from her cloth covered pussy it soaked the bottom half of her figure skaters outfit. Sasha was covered in cum and in NO shape to compete. She lay on the floor completely worn out and not even conscious as the judge cleaned himself up.

Surprisingly enough… Sasha barely made it out there and the judge kept his word on making sure she got her Gold medal regardless of her performance; which actually was not that good.

Sasha left the Olympic games pondering a lot of things… If it was worth getting her Olympic medal in such a dishonest way and letting the judge fuck her virginity away for the medal?

She felt very guilty about it because she started to like him fucking her… but didn’t want him to and her place in history or at least in her mind was tainted…

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I downloaded the pictures from my camera to the laptop and resized them. It didn’t take long for my dick to return to its former shape of rock hard and standing up against my belly. I pulled up the picture of Rita’s Mom from years ago and compared it to the last two I had taken of Rita. Man, other than the backgrounds, they could damn near have been the same person.

Well, Rita’s got twice the boobs that her mom does but other than that, their facial expressions and the way their sexes look, there’s very little difference. My mind drifted back over this afternoon and then wandered down memory lane from years ago.

I was startled by a sudden gasp from behind me. I closed the graphics program quickly and looked around to find Rita standing right behind me with a towel on her head and nothing else. She had another towel in her hand. Her eyes were still glued to the blank screen and then she shook herself slightly and looked at me.

“That was my mother, wasn’t it?” She asked in a whisper. “That’s the whole picture of the one I saw of just her face, right?”

I nodded and opened the program back up. Rita moved closer and looked over my shoulder, studying each picture intently. After a while, she whispered, “Wow, other than the boobs, we look like twins. Even our expressions are the same.” She glanced at me and asked, “Was that mama’s first time too?”

I nodded and whispered, “Yes, it was. She was on that old twin bed at the cabin and I was on my knees beside it.”

“What happened next?” She asked softly.

I chuckled and replied, “She fell asleep, and I climbed up to cuddle up with her. After I covered us up, I fell asleep also.”

A grin spread over her face slowly and then she asked the next logical question, “What happened when you both woke up?”

I laughed and answered, “Don’t try to read ahead and you might just find out. You already know that we never made full and complete love but we had fun anyway.”

Rita turned, sat down in my lap, and kissed me. I kissed her back. The kiss started out soft and sweet but soon the passion grew quickly. Just as quickly, I could feel the heat from her sex on my bare leg go up about two thousand degrees. Suddenly, she broke the kiss and laid her head on my shoulder, our breathing ragged and quick. About then, Mary cleared her throat behind us and we both jumped; Rita getting off my lap and grabbing her towel.

Mary giggled and said, “Hey, girlfriend, take it easy. You looked so natural kissing him and sitting on his lap.”

Rita was trying to wrap the towel around her bare body, when Mary reached out and stopped her. “You can leave that off, if I can take mine off,” she said looking from Rita to me and back.

Rita looked at me and said, “That’s up to Uncle Rick, it doesn’t matter to me. I’ve seen you naked before.”

I shrugged and then grinned. “I’m getting used to having you running around naked, as much as I can stand anyway. If you’re cool with Mary being naked, then it’s cool with me,” I said slowly.

Rita grinned and tossed her towel over onto the old sofa next to the wall. Mary looked at her friend for a second and then she slowly took the towel off and tossed it on the couch also. Rita and I both looked Mary over from her feet to her head and back. As our eyes traveled over her body, she blushed a deep red from her small boobs up to her blonde hair.

Her trim, slim legs led up to a set of wide flared hips, with a small blonde vee of very fine hair covering her mound. The rest of her sex that I could see with her legs closed as they were, was shaved smooth and bare. Her narrow waist and flat stomach made her hips look even bigger than they were. Her very small breasts were nothing more than small mounds but the nipples sticking out of them were thick, long, and hard. As my eyes reached her cute face,

I smiled and said to Rita, “You have one mighty fine looking friend here.”

Rita nodded and smiled as she said, “Yeah, she is but she thinks her boobs are way too small and her hips are too wide. I keep telling her not to worry, that her breasts might still grow and anyway, she won’t ever have to wear a bra or worry about them sagging.”

I nodded as Mary blushed again. “Yeah, and get a load of those nipples; they could poke an eye out. I’ll bet you a dollar, that she goes boom big time when the boys suck on them,” I said with a grin.

Rita giggled, reached her hand out toward Mary’s nipples, and said, “It doesn’t even have to be the boys.”

Mary blushed even deeper and yelled, “Rita, shut up!” Her hands coming up to cover her tiny breasts and large nipples. As her hands touched them, she shivered and made a soft whimpering sound.

“And just what were you doing sucking on her nipples?” I asked Rita with a grin.

Rita giggled, shrugged, and replied, “She slept over one night, and we got to wrestling on my bed. Her pajama top came unbuttoned and she had me in a headlock. It was right there in front of my face and I already knew how sensitive her nipples were. So I sucked it into my mouth kayseri escort and flicked my tongue over it. Man, she went ballistic, yelling and moaning like I had bit her. Later, I noticed a big wet spot in the crotch of her pajama bottoms. When I said something about it, she got all mad and blushed like crazy. I couldn’t figure out whether she came or peed but either way she had an accident.”

“I didn’t pee,” Mary said quickly and defensively. Then she grinned and added, “Yeah, girlfriend, you gave me my first orgasm from someone other than myself. Actually, the only one that way, so far.” Then she grinned evilly again and asked, “Doesn’t that make you a lesbian or something?”

Now it was Rita’s turn to protest, “Hell no, I ain’t no lesbo.”

I laughed and said, “Technically, you gave another woman an orgasm, so that makes you one, whether you want to be one or not.”

“Hey, I thought you were on my side,” she said heatedly.

I laughed and shook my head. “Nope, I’m on the side of truth, if I’m on anyone’s side. I don’t play favorites.”

“All right!” Mary said, “This is sure going to make our sleeping together a lot more interesting.”

Rita looked at her friend a moment and then looked over at me. Slowly a smile came over her face. “Hell no, I’m not a lesbo; I’m bisexual, my gates going to swing both ways.”

Moving toward Mary, she went on, “Well, I guess I’ll have to start with you. Get your little ass over on that couch so I can practice my pussy eating. Uncle Rick can eat mine again as I do.”

Mary’s eyes got as big as saucers as she looked at first Rita and then at me. Her mouth was hanging open. Rita paused as she pushed Mary back toward the couch and asked, “What? You don’t want to be my first piece, I mean, victim?” When Mary shook her head, Rita let go of her and said, “Hey, I was just kidding, don’t freak out on me.”

“No, no, it’s not that. It’s the last thing you said, about him eating your pussy again.” She stressed the word, again. “Like in, he’s already eaten you once?” She asked.

“Oops!” Rita said as she looked over at me, a scared look on her face. When I frowned, she added, “Sorry Uncle Rick, I didn’t mean too.”

I nodded and said, “Yeah, I know but what happens when you make that kind of slip around your mom? Mary shouldn’t know but she can keep her mouth shut.” I looked at Mary and asked, “Right?”

Mary nodded quickly and made the sign of a zipper across her lips. “My lips are sealed,” she said.

“Man, I hear those rocks rattling around in my head again,” I said softly as I shook my head.

Rita moved over and sat back down on my lap and hugged me. “It’s too late to chance things now, I’ll just have to be more careful and think before I speak. I can do that if I put my mind to it,” she said.

“I sure hope so,” I said equally as soft as I kissed her forehead.

To lighten the moment, I said, “Ok, now, get your hot little ass off my lap before you put another brand on it. If that little pussy of yours didn’t stay so wet, you’d burst into flames.”

Both girls giggled as Rita stood up. Then she ran her hand over my thigh and found the hot spot. “Damn, that is hot. I didn’t realize….” She let the sentence die as she giggled again. “Mine is as hot as yours is.”

“Uh, how do you know how hot his is?” Mary asked.

“He let me touch it on our way home.” Rita told her and then looked at me. “Anything else she knows can’t do any more damage than what she already knew,” she said to me.

“That’s true I guess.” I replied and then I looked at Mary as she nodded in agreement. Then a slow grin crossed her face.

“What?” I asked as if I didn’t already know. I was surprised it took her so long to figure it out; after all, Rita had said she had a big fantasy about an older man.

“Well, it’s like this, Rita seems to be having all the fun, and all I’m doing is hearing about it,” she said slowly.

Rita giggled and said, “Well, we could show you the pictures, although, what you said, sounds a lot like blackmail.”

Mary looked at her friend for a second as a grin came to her lips. “Yeah, it does, doesn’t it and that’s the second time you’ve mentioned pictures. Now I’ve got to see them.”

“If Uncle Rick will show them to us, I don’t mind you seeing them,” Rita said and looked at me.

“It won’t take a second to pull them up. Do you want to show her all of them? The ones in the truck are the ones, I mean,” I said.

Rita licked her lips and glanced at Mary, after a second she said, “Yeah, you might as well, I’d end up telling her about it anyway. We girls have to teach each other as we learn. It’s the unwritten code of women.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” I muttered as I got the pictures together and set up a slide show. The girls both giggled and moved to stand, one on each side of me.

I brought the first picture up of Rita sitting on the picnic table at the park. “Wow,” Mary whispered. “That’s so sexy.”

“You ain’t seen anything yet,” Rita whispered as I displayed kayseridekifirmalar.com the second one.

“Holy shit, you’re beautiful,” Mary said.

When I opened the third picture, Mary didn’t say a word. When I looked up at her, she had her mouth open and a strange look on her face. She noticed me looking, closed her mouth, sat down on my knee, and leaned closer to the screen.

“Holy shit!” I said under my breath; she was as hot as or even hotter than Rita had been on my leg.

Rita heard me and grinned as she sat down astraddle the other knee. Now I had two branding irons pressed to me.

“Oh, shit,” I whispered as I let out a soft groan.

When Mary looked around at me, Rita grinned and told her, “We’re about to set fire to him. You must be as hot as I am down there.”

“No shit!” I said, “Now I know how a calf feels at branding time.”

Both girls giggled and wiggled their bottoms; the heat went up as if that was possible. I put a hand on each of their hips and said, “Sit still before I do go up in smoke. You’re making it even hotter.”

“Poor Uncle Rick,” Rita said before she kissed me on the cheek.

“Yeah,” Mary said as she kissed the other one and then giggled.

I ran my hand up Rita’s side and cupped her left breast with my hand. She took a shuddery breath as I gave her a gentle squeeze. I reached with my right hand and pushed a key to switch to the next picture, the start of the playground pictures.

Mary looked over at my hand on Rita’s tit and whispered, “Hey, you can do the same to me, I can push the button to change the pictures.” She giggled as my hand slide up along her side and added, “Well, I think I can, anyway. You’ll be the first man to touch me there or anywhere else, for that matter.”

When my fingers bumped over her rock hard nipples and then cupped her whole breast, she gasped loudly and then groaned deeply, the heat from her loins getting even more intense. Her hips rocked back and forth for a second, and then there was a wet heat just above my knee, as she came long and hard.

Rita and I both watched as her body jerked and trembled through a giant orgasm. I had to hold onto her side to keep her from falling off my knee. Rita reached out and put a hand on her friends shoulder as a funny expression played over her face. Then she smiled and looked up at me as it turned to a grin. She winked and blew me a kiss. I grinned and winked back, as I knew exactly what she was thinking. She was thinking of the way she had exploded when I first sucked and licked her sensitive nipples.

When Mary started to come down, she leaned forward and laid her head on her arms at the edge of the desk. I ran my hand up and down her back, petting and caressing her. Rita caressed her neck and shoulders before brushing her fingertips along her cheek and jaw line.

Mary blew out a big long breath and then sighed. After a moment, she whispered, “I don’t know where that came from but it liked to have killed me.” She took a deeper breath and blew it out noisily. “I knew my nipples were connected directly to my pussy from playing with them or brushing against something but I wasn’t ready for the intensity of that. It was even more jolting than when Rita sucked on it.”

She slowly sat up and added, “Maybe it’s the fact that I’m naked and sitting on your Uncles knee or that I’d been looking at naked pictures of you. Hell, it was probably hearing about him eating you out. God, I’d probably die or explode if he did it to me.”

Rita giggled and said, “He could, you know.” I gave her a sharp look and a frown. “Well, maybe that might not be such a good idea.”

I moved my hand back to Mary’s waist and slowly caressed her side as I moved it upward. I stopped at the first swell of her breast and brushed my fingertips along the bottom of it. I moved my hand and cupped just the bottom third, keeping my hand away from her sensitive nipple. She sighed and took a deep breath arching her back to press her breast firmly against my hand.

“This is good enough for right now,” she whispered softly after I gave her a little squeeze.

Rita stepped us through the rest of the pictures of the playground. At the one of her on the monkey bars, Mary said, “Oh, I like that one.”

Then she laughed at the one of Rita hanging upside down. “Now that’s interesting,” she said as she grinned at Rita. “It causes things to run around in my imagination. If your head was low enough and the guy was tall enough, it would be an interesting sixty nine position.”

Rita laughed and said, “Dirty minds run in the same gutter, I had the same thoughts.”

Mary looked over at Rita and blushed as she asked, “Uh, you haven’t, you know, sucked on him or anything have you?”

Rita squirmed on my knee and replied, “No, but I thought about it a lot, especially when I was touching it. You know me and my oral fantasies.” She glanced around at me and grinned.

“Don’t even think about it, either one of you. In the state I’m in, I’d blow your head off your shoulders in a matter of seconds,” I said in a whisper. My body giving a little shudder of its own.

Mary looked at me funny for a second, but before she could say anything, Rita giggled and said, “Anyway, I don’t think I could get the damn thing in my mouth. Well, the head maybe.” Mary’s eyes moved over to her girlfriend.

Rita grinned and added, “He’s bigger than what we saw in your dad’s girly books.”

When Mary looked back at me and started to open her mouth, I shook my head and said, “No way. You two are enough of a problem with my shorts on. I’m crazy enough as it is, so lets not get carried away. Go on, look at the pictures, and leave me out of it.”

Mary sighed and looked back at the computer screen. Rita changed the picture and Mary leaned forward to look at the picture closer. This was the one of Rita on the slide.

“Damn girlfriend, you’re kind of showing it all off, aren’t you?”

Rita giggled and nodded, “I was having fun teasing Uncle Rick. There was a hell of a tent in the front of his shorts and with him looking at me and taking pictures I was hot and wetter than I’d ever been in my life. I wanted to touch myself but….”

She flipped through the rest of the park pictures and then she came to the first one of her in the truck, when we got home that night. Mary looked at the picture for a moment and then said with a grin, “I know that look, I get it when I tease myself to the edge several times in a row and then hold back.”

Rita changed to the next two pictures, the one of her hands near sex and then the one with her touching herself, in quick succession. Mary laughed and whispered, “Get you some.”

When Rita flipped to the last shot, the one of just her face. Mary gave a little shuttering shiver and whispered, “Damn, you did, didn’t you?”

She glanced over at Rita and then licked her lips. “I’ve tried to see what I look like as I get off but it’s hard to do, even with a mirror. Anyway, I keep forgetting to open my eyes and look, but it does make for a good excuse to masturbate.” He ended with a giggling laugh. Rita joined her.

“Horny little brats,” I said under my breath, which made them laugh again. “Ok you two, get off me for a minute, while I get the burn cream for my knees, and load the rest of the pictures.”

They got up giggling. Rita asked if Mary wanted a coke and they headed for the kitchen. I watched them walk across the room and then gave a big sigh as they left the office. Damn, a man should have his head examined for messing with two young ones like that but…. I thought as I turned back to the computer, not daring to go past that but.

*****

I had the pictures pulled up by the time they got back and Rita brought me a beer. They sat back down on my knees as I thanked her and brought up the first picture; the one of her standing out in the sun. None of us had seen any of these, except for me.

Both girls liked the first two and at the third one, the one of Rita bent over from the rear, Mary said, “Now, there’s a really great ass. Mine is too small and my hips are too big. Talk about being screwed up, that’s my ass.”

I started to chuckle as she said the last part of that and then I broke up, laughing my ass off. Both girls looked at me sharply for a moment and then Mary must have figured out what I was laughing at, because she started to blush even deeper than she had earlier.

Rita looked from me to her friend and back again a couple of times before her eyes lit up and she started to laugh. “Hey, that’s not what I meant and you know it,” Mary said quickly but she chuckled a little herself and added, “Well, we could call it a Freudian slip, I guess.”

Rita looked at Mary sharply and said, “Huh?”

Mary blushed lightly and glanced at me before she said, “Well, it feels good when I touch my asshole with my finger and I’ve even made myself come just playing with it. I know it sounds perverted but what can I say, I like it.”

“That’s gross,” Rita said and giggled.

I chuckled and said, “You’d be surprised how many women like it.”

Mary grinned and Rita looked at me funny. “See, I knew I wasn’t the only one,” Mary said.

I nodded at Rita and asked her, “Do you remember when I touched it with my tongue? For someone who didn’t like it, your hips were sure jerking and jumping.”

Now it was Rita’s turn to blush lightly. She looked back at the screen and whispered, “Everything you did was driving me out of my mind. What can I say; I was totally out of it.” She brought up the next picture, the first of the ones of her in the tree.

Mary grinned and said, “There she is folks, Jungle Rita in all her glory. All you need is a long vine to complete the picture.”

Rita laughed and said, “Uncle Rick had the long vine, although it looked more like a pole than a vine at the time.”

“Hey, I had good reason to be in that shape,” I said and chuckled. “Naked women in trees, does that to me.”

They laughed and Rita reached back and ran her hand over the front of my shorts, lightly touching my rock hard dick. “Naked women sitting on your lap, seems to have the same effect,” She said with a laugh. “Hell, that things been hard ever since I first came in here dressed in my trampy clothes.”

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(Note- like the other male/female group sex stories I’ve written, this combines real settings, people, and events with imagination – this is a story, not a factual retelling.)

*

The weather had been gloriously high summer for the last couple of weeks, making a mid-August visit to the lake earlier in the morning warmly enjoyable, especially in combination with the likelihood of no one else being around as we enjoyed ourselves naked in the water and on the shore.

A point that had been noted the day before by my bi-friend when talking to her now 9 month old girlfriend, as we were preparing to leave at the end of another wonderfully hot day. A point based on previous mutual experience on our part, actually. Kathy has been swimming here for two decades at this point, and I’m quite sure that the time we fucked was not the only time she had so enjoyed herself there. Especially as I had fingered her a couple times before and after that perfect summer day in the middle of the lake, fucking in the water.

Agreeing to meet early the next morning, the traditional the gin and tonic supplies were left to me to handle – the gin, glasses, nonmelting ice cubes and cool packs stored in a subzero freezer overnight, with limes and a couple of plastic bottles of tonic water in the refrigerator.

Arriving at almost the same time, we quickly unpacked, distributing the supplies to carry, and I put my helmet and jacket in the bike’s bags. We walked a couple of hundred yards along the packed earth path, with forest to our left and brush and grassy areas to our right. We continued into the essential middle of the nudist area, this summer’s favored spot – a nice mix of sun and shade, with a fairly narrow but well maintained entrance to the water, with a broad sloping cove opening up to the rest of the lake. The spot could easily hold a dozen people, with a basically private character, without any direct lines of sight from the paths, both along the shore, cutting through the brush, and from the vehicle sized unrutted path that ran along the lake on that side.

The ground was untypically dry as we spread out our towels, a welcome indication of the sort of summer day we had before us, full of warm sun and cool water. We undressed quickly, wearing minimal clothes as we were – though I was still wearing motorcycle boots. Diana was wearing a fairly clinging cotton top with thin straps, sunglasses, loose hair, a pair of jeans, espadrille style cotton shoes, with simple pair of comfortable black cotton panties.

Kathy was wearing a fairly short skirt and a fairly thin, half unbuttoned top, without sleeves. We do have slightly different styles when undressing, as I generally take off my pants, then my shirt. In contrast, both Diane and Kathy generally take off their tops first, something I always appreciate, as a braless woman in jeans or skirt is extremely attractive. Watching an unembarrassed woman take off her top right next to me is delightful, as I find breasts utterly wonderful.

Having two topless friends next to me as we undressed allowed me another opportunity to appreciate the differences between the two. Kathy’s tits are heavy and full, with large and generally flat nipples. Nipples she loves having touched and nibbled, along with them being squeezed, sucked hard, or rubbed and held as she is fucked on her hands and knees. As she would gladly admit, or demonstrate, there is a fairly direct connection between her nipples and her erotic center, one she is quite proud of.

Kathy, in her later 30s, remains very proud of her breasts, which are often braless when she is being casual. Or shown off when she isn’t being casual. Her creativity at showing them off is a well developed skill, something else she likes to be appreciated by others, at least in the proper contexts. It isn’t quite about sex, and is something she knows will be different in the future, as she has more than occasionally remarked on, noting changes over the years.

Though some things remain the same on her part. Facing me, she unbuttoned and took off her thin shirt, then gave me a tiny grin, followed by turning a bit and grinning even more broadly to Diane, positioned at the third side of a 90° angled box shape – the missing side was towards the water, so in a sense, we were all screening each other from any casual view while being able to see how empty the lake shore in this stretch truly was.

I was already nude, and Diane had just about finished stepping out of her panties, her hand on my shoulder, head turned towards Kathy, who said ‘remember last Friday?’ then flounced her skirt quite teasingly. Her hands went to the top button, opening it, then she turned sideways to me, her gorgeous breasts hanging as she bent a bit more, and undid the next button, her skirt now loose enough for her to pull it up a bit, revealing pink and white panties around the bottom of her ass.

‘No, those aren’t…’ I began, as she grinned, answering ‘yes they are.’ I looked briefly at Diane, hatay escort almost chuckling, and back at Kathy, stepping out of her skirt, then did a slow full turn, providing a complete view of her well worn Hello Kitty panties. The same panties she had mentioned owning, while eating outside with my wife and I, her and Diane having come over to do a bit of grilling, in a discussion talking about Hello Kitty vibrators and how that brand had changed over the years.

A conversation which included Kathy’s firm insistence that toys have no place in sex with her. Pretty much the same thing she had remarked a dozen years ago, after agreeing to test my coil vibrator for a night. When she handed it back to me, she said she came several times, but really, she wanted fucking or sucking when cumming, as another person keeps sex from being masturbation, something she considers inferior and vaguely shameful. Masturbation is a subject to be avoided in her eyes, though in the years since, getting off chatting online is something she finds worth her time.

In the present, I couldn’t help laughing as she shook her ass a couple of times while pulling them down, then reached out to use Diane as a support as she lifted each foot in turn to finish undressing. I quickly put suntan lotion on myself while the better tanned pair dealt with their raft – a fairly large, somewhat tilted platform with space for three people. I had brought my own raft, the same one I have using for years. One reason to have it being the need to ensure that certain smoking supplies remained safe while paddling out to the middle of the lake.

We reached the middle fairly quickly, the water wonderfully warm on its surface, but quite cool just a few feet deeper. This was only my second time getting stoned with Diane, in a natural setting, again pretty much alone. The first time had been picking cherries in the town orchard, something she had never done before, though she grew up in this region. The cherries were delicious, the trees bursting with them, a truly extraordinary harvest after an exceptionally warm and dry spring.

Today, at the lake, the conditions possibly not so unique as in the orchard, though easily more enticing, our nude bodies enjoying the sun’s warmth, rocking gently over the barely noticeable waves. I was laying on my raft sideways, which was lengthwise against the larger raft Kathy and Diane shared. Lazily kicking my feet breaststroke fashion, the motion kept us moving slowly back to shore. And also kept a tantalizing flow of cool water streaming against my swelling cock, a normal side effect of smoking and swimming, particularly with a couple of naked women in front of me.

Diane, in her mid-20s (almost half my age, a fact that remains surprising), was next to me, with Kathy at the other end of the white platform. I would often lift my head to see our progress across the dancing jewelled water, also taking in the very nearby view of her petite body, quite different from Kathy’s lushly tall form. Diane’s breasts are quite small, though decidedly on the perky side, with fairly small nipples surrounding the well rounded peaks of her breasts, unlike both Kathy’s and my wife’s more rounded breasts. Kathy is almost as tall as I, while Diane is somewhat shorter than my wife.

Unlike Kathy, whose body I am very familiar with, Diane’s is still somewhat unknown. Her devotion to Kathy’s is apparent, in part due to the physically quite obvious attachment to touching and stroking it. An attachment which became obvious again as Kathy rolled over a bit, letting her left hand begin to trail over Diane’s body. She grinned a bit, her body relaxing as her lover began to stroke it gently.

Neither of them are exactly exhibitionists, though neither is shy. We all definitely get turned on by getting stoned, and as her leg began to rub along mine, it was pretty clear that Diane had decided to enjoy such an opportunity, nude and private in the middle of empty lake. Little was restraining the pair from increasingly affectionate intimate contact. I didn’t really watch, though it was not exactly hidden that both of them were enjoying being next to each other.

While also experiencing the dazzling light on the water, an endlessly blue sky, the sun hot against our exposed skin, well tanned over the last couple of months. Kathy and I have known each other for more than 15 years, but this was a different element, if not exactly a surprise. Seeing her with a woman lover was different, especially in light of Diane’s own undeniable sexiness. Kathy has never been shy about her ability to love a person without regard to gender, Diane being ample proof of that reality.

Kathy and I have talked about sex quite often on the phone in the past, and we were both enjoying ourselves when she first revealed her bisexuality. My wife had been upstairs reading in bed during the entire conversation downstairs, unknowing. When we said goodnight and hung up, my cock was rigid. It didn’t take long harshatayota.com to spread my wife’s legs and drive deep into her pussy before starting to explain what was turning me on so much. ‘Kathy is … fucking hot … Kathy fucks … Kathy fucks’ and I started cumming with one of the more intense orgasms of my life when I said ‘Kathy fucks women,’ thrusting my cock into my wife’s wet pussy, the revealing words echoing in my mind as my cum pumped so good into her sexy tightness, her hands at my ass pulling me as her bushy pubis ground against mine, forcing my cock to move at its base, surrounded in her wet perfection as I came talking about another woman.

Their raft gently rocked as went further out into the middle. They rolled closer, hugging, beginning to kiss, first almost teasingly, though the intensity quickly grew, if the sounds they were making were a reliable guide. Even with my cock tingling in temptation, I pretty much tried to leave them to themselves, though the view of them entwined was quite enticing. The kissing deepened, as their hands found various places to play, between their pressed bodies and between their accessible legs.

After separating themselves a bit, we enjoyed some nice organic smoke, its effects filling us with a familiar sense of horniness, especially with other naked people around. Kathy, and now, fairly obviously Diane too, is as much a slut as I when she gets stoned. However, with the breeze picking up a bit, it was no longer possible for me to do more than keep us somewhat in place, their raft presenting a fairly large amount of surface area for the wind to act upon.

Mentioning this, making my presence known in their shared world, kicking slowly to reduce the gentle drift, losing ground in the widely spaced rise and falls of moving air. Diane went over the side like a sexy otter, her small breasts enhancing the attraction of her body uncurling into the water. She frolicked in the cool wetness for a bit, Kathy watching from the edge, head on her crossed arms, while I split my attention between both of them. Diane moved closer, grabbed another section of the rope, and to started to swim.

Kathy rolled over as we settled into a rhythm, moving the raft briskly. Her full breast rested on the back of my hand, sharing a certain familiarity as the raft began moving against the wind. She began moaning discretely as my fingers moved against her nipple, my cock hard in the flowing water, turning to look at Diane’s naked body in the green tinged water. Diane, her nipples more pointed now than when she first slipped into the water, was looking at Kathy’s face, undoubtedly seeing how her eyelids fluttered as she became more turned on. Kathy is very easily aroused, her nipples in particular being a favored destination for foreplay.

As the breeze died, and we neared shore, Diane and I just floated, our legs drifting together in the water, extended against each’s warm skin, textures and temperature different from the water, a living presence of naked person. And one of the most sensuous sensations I know, especially in deeper water, just floating.

After approaching the shore, Diane scrambled back on the raft, breasts glistening as her hands began to run over Kathy’s body, slippery as water spread over her oiled back, Diane rubbing her ass over Kathy’s. I slowly pushed us towards the tiny cove, Diane’s body drying in the warm blue air, though the source of our growing heat was not merely the weather.

Firmly nudging the raft into the shallow sand, holding it steady, the two women went in front of me, stepping over the two of foot ridge separating the water’s edge from land. They settled on the spread ground mats, waiting patiently for me to make some gin and tonics, a perfect drink in such conditions.

Preparing the gin and tonics is a fairly simple process. One removes the glasses quickly from the cooler, followed by ice cubes, then limes, and the ice cold gin, pouring the proper amount into the now well frosted glasses, promptly returning the gin to the cooler. The lime is excised with an X pattern, carefully squeezed into each glass. Followed by pouring in the tonic water, and stirring the mixture using the knife that had cut the lime.

When the air is already in the 90s around 10am, this is the perfect liquid accompaniment to handle the heat, though it does generate a bit of its own heat in other parts of the body, especially after a naked shared joint.

Kathy, particularly, loves drinking gin and tonics, especially when sex is in the air on a cloudless summer day, and finished her first one quickly. Diane and I drank ours more slowly, savoring the mixture of flavors blending into a perfect liquid whole, wet yet also crisp, a few degrees above 0C. After finishing her glass, Kathy began giggling about how we should go back out, especially since no one was around. It wasn’t quite clear whether this was a specific or general request, not that Diane or I cared much, as we began to mutually explore the possibly delicate boundaries of Kathy’s wide ranging tastes.

I certainly had no interest in intruding in a fairly intensely blossoming, far beyond budding, relationship, though I also knew that Diane had been previously involved in a male/female/female threesome, according to Kathy. She told around the time I was telling her about my first experiences at the bathhouse, like getting rimmed by a stranger in the dark for an eternity of bliss, or indulging in true group sex.

Diane’s relationship involved S&M at some level, a general subject which does not interest me particularly. Well, except for tying – which is a standalone idea in my mind, though certainly drifting into that broad area of control and pleasure through power or helplessness.

Balancing her glass on the grass, Kathy told Diane to lay down, since another coating of suntan lotion was important to reduce the sun’s less pleasant effects. I began to cream myself at the same time, including discretely making sure my cock and ass were more than adequately covered in initially slippery protection. Sunburns are something that happen far too often to me, but at least related to these areas, my experience is still zero. Unlike my wife, who spent a couple of decades getting used to going topless again, after sunburning her nipples the first time she exposed them to the bright southern French June sun.

After Kathy finished, I asked her to handle my back, something she did pretty sloppily. Obviously, her attention was drifting, though I didn’t turn my head to see if Diane was the direct cause or not. Kathy is submissively oriented to men, but markedly dominating with women – having a slave to play with your naked body under the summer sun is likely something Kathy would appreciate – and Diane would likely do.

Now well creamed, we stretched out, basting a bit, until another person entered our somewhat discrete space, an older woman. She often brings a raft, and enjoys spending time floating it, much like I do. As we all casually watched, she pulled off her loose cotton dress, unashamed about the fact she wasn’t wearing any underwear, allowing her to be comfortably naked without complications.

This remains a noticeable trait, at least among the nudists at this lake, definitely including myself. No reason to wear more than the minimum – Kathy will also come wearing nothing but a dress, as has Diane, something my wife also occasionally does at our local, nudist friendly if not really nudist, lake. Such times remain a bit of a turn-on, even when sex is simply not possible. Just knowing that a woman is intimately uncovered is nice, and most of the women I’ve known who do it also enjoy its effect on them, especially with light and swirling skirts.

The two women, Diane having finished her drink, were beaded with sweat, a delicious erotic sight. Standing, the contrast in sizes and shapes was delightful, as they shared a quick kiss before returning to the water. They went out until about hip deep on the taller Kathy, who is maybe 5′ 9″, easily five inches taller than her girlfriend. The now naked older woman spread out her towel in a standard spot, much like we had, then added a bit more pressure to her raft before heading out onto the glittering water, giving me an excuse to look out at the lake as Kathy and Diane began to turn each other on.

Hugging and kissing, first one then the other leaning back against holding arms, slowly moving into deeper water. That remained clear enough to see through, their motions more sinuous than active, growing increasingly intense, especially when they began to rub chest to chest, Kathy’s hand holding and spreading Diane’s ass.

My cock stirred as it became obvious they were feeling each other up outdoors, enjoying a perfect summer day in nature, indulging themselves at a primal level. One Kathy and I both knew, but that the younger Diane seemed to be enjoying for the first time, in a swirl of gin, weed, nudity, and lust. Diane was doing most of the moving as they kissed, the reason becoming clear when Kathy shifted position a bit.

Diane was rubbing her pussy against Kathy’s upper thigh. gasping a bit when Kathy’s teeth began to nibble at her earlobe. A long sigh arose when Kathy’s spread hand slid over her ass to her crack. By this point, it was Kathy determining the rhythm, making Diane willingly helpless in her arms, adding her own slinky motion side to side.

The woman on the raft returned, paddling lazily, trying to be somewhat discrete as she looked at them while going past. As she stepped on the shore, her raft next to theirs, Kathy and Diane slowly grew apart, and I sat up, getting ready to make our second round of gin and tonics in the rising heat of the day, the sun higher in the sky.

As the she approached her towel, I asked if she would want a gin and tonic. She smiled a bit, said ‘sure,’ walking past me. Over the years, I have learned how her small breasts bounce when she walks, how her nipples look when crinkled, and wondered at how her nipples remain so pink. She is easily ten year older than I, but her essential blondeness seems real, even if her pussy is always shaved smooth.

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It was a big day for her, Tachu reflected, as she glided the electric razor over her scalp, removing traces of blue stubble to expose the pale pinkness beneath, After all her efforts in securing the deal with the Taming Force Corporation, today was finally the day in which the client would sign and all her efforts would be rewarded. At last, she would be entitled to the handsome commission that she so often discussed with Kenchi when she had to justify those late nights in the office that filled her with so much guilt. She was so fortunate to have such an understanding wife: one who would accept the hours of waiting until the metro finally delivered Tachu home to their expensive suburban apartment.

She examined her shaven pate in the bathroom mirror reflection in which she could also see Kenchi dozing under the silken sheets, blissfully unperturbed by thoughts of her day in the classroom where she taught all those young boys and girls the intricacies of mathematics and who were wholly undeserving of her tuition. And how could they be deserving? Tachu was so grateful she was married to a woman so very beautiful, whose naked body was unquestionably the object of the desire of so many other men and women. And a woman who was hers to love and desire whenever she so desired. She smiled indulgently as Kenchi rolled over, her bluish scalp on the down-filled pillows and her arms stretched out in prayer-like formation in front of her.

Tachu sighed. Her bosom swelled with love. Kenchi was the perfect lover. No one could ever match her in beauty and cleverness.

But first, best not to neglect her crotch. It wouldn’t do for the executives from TFC to see even the shadow of stubble there. She’d been so embarrassed that time when entertaining the DAL executives when she found that long hair that had so sneakily evaded her razor.

And then, over the high-pitched whirr of her laser-sharp razor, she heard a grunt coming from the bed.

“Are you awake, Kenchi dear?” Tachu asked softly.

Kenchi stirred slightly, her eyes opened slightly and she smiled.

“I couldn’t let you leave on this big day without wishing you well, could I?” she almost groaned through her sleep-encrusted lips.

Tachu felt so much love at that moment. Oh Kenchi! However many times Tachu might declare her love it was never enough.

“Just a moment, sweetest. I’ve got to look my best today. I don’t want a single trace of hair on my crotch!”

Kenchi nodded.

“No. That wouldn’t do! What might the executives think? A senior female sales exec with hair? The very idea!”

Soon enough Tachu made sure to the best of her ability that she was as presentable as she could be. Kenchi was so understanding! As a school teacher she could risk a day’s, even several days’, stubble, but appearance was paramount in Tachu’s profession. And soon Tachu could leave the bathroom, in her full nakedness, and strode over to her wife who leaned up, supporting her weight on an elbow.

“Just a little nibble?” she pleaded.

Of course!” said Tachu. “But only briefly. I’ve got a train to catch!”

And so Tachu stood in front of Kenchi who leaned her face forward, her lips open and her tongue slipping seductively through the parted teeth. And Tachu received the full sensual delight of her lover’s tongue on the ragged inner lips of her vulva, and then, more delightful than even that, the sharp nip of Kenchi’s teeth on those same lips. Tachu put a hand on Kenchi’s stubbled head, relishing this humbling expression of love.

“Enough!” commanded Tachu reluctantly. “I’ve got to get going!”

“It’ll be alright, won’t it?” asked Kenchi anxiously, just as reluctantly removing her lips from Tachu’s genital ones. “They’ll sign and the deal will be finalised in the traditional manner?”

“It will be a bukkake ceremony of unmatched excellence!” Tachu assured her, but remembering too well those painful occasions when the expected final ceremony did not happen. Those times when an unsuspected tender from a rival firm had undercut or overtaken that offered by the senior sales executive of United Leverage plc.

Kenchi nodded, but Tachu could see that her wife recognised too well the anxiety that she felt. Maybe this would be another yearned-for tender finalisation that would not be signed and sealed with the client’s semen. The shame and dishonour would surely be too much to bear at the next board meeting. Perhaps she would again feel the full wrath of the CEO’s anal penetration and chastisement. Although Tachu recognised the necessity of such ritual humiliation, the pain and sheer messiness of it forever haunted her as she endeavoured to do the best she could for her company’s shareholders’ interests.

She tried to take her mind off her anxieties as she sat on the metro while it thundered towards the city centre. Opposite her was a girl whose hair must have been at least a centimetre long. Tachu sniffed. What a slut! But there were just no standards amongst the young these days. She regarded her own reflection istanbulescort.biz in the windows opposite, acting as a perfect mirror against the darkness of the tunnel as the train rattled on. Her best suit, discreetly opened so that the full heave of her full bosom could be seen, a glimpse of the areola just about visible, and her short skirt under which today she was definitely not going to wear any knickers and through which any one leaning down might catch a peek of her smooth shaved crotch.

Tachu regarded the other passengers. A group of schoolchildren were gathered together, all identically dressed, girls and boys: blazers, ties, baggy shorts to the knees, long white socks from the knees to their black shoes and only the well-scrubbed knees showing. Like her and all the other passengers, except the slut opposite in her jeans and sleeveless tee-shirt, with their scalps neatly shaven. Tachu felt a small pang of envy at the boldness of the unshaven girl, who would probably be quite pretty if she’d paid more attention to her appearance. Why! Tachu was sure that she even had hair under her armpits. How disgusting! Unless she worked in a vegetarian café or a record shop, how could a girl like that possibly get a job?

When she got to the office, she immediately searched out Menga, whom she knew would have been in the office at least an hour before her, as custom dictated. She’d thought long and hard about which one of her junior sales reps should have the privilege of accompanying her on the deal finalisation ceremony, and she had decided that it was Menga who was the most deserving. Those long hours she had put in to preparing the tender! (Though she could never be sure how long after she left the office her staff might decide it was prudent for them to also leave).

Menga stood up from her desk as Tachu approached, as did the other girls in the office, but she could see that it was her that Tachu was most intent on approaching. She bowed her head slightly as Tachu came near.

“Good morning, ma’am!” she said, with a tremulous quiver to her voice.

“Are you prepared, Menga?” Tachu asked. “Have you shaved and scrubbed yourself?”

“I have indeed, ma’am!”

“You might consider another shower this afternoon. And I hope you remembered to bring your razor?”

“I have, ma’am!”

“Fourteen hundred hours. Executive suite Twenty Six. Make sure you’re there!”

Menga nodded, her face struggling to restrain any expression of her delight at the honour bestowed on her. Tachu turned around and left, and Menga and the other girls sat down only when the office door had closed behind the executive manager. Tachu could imagine the envy her other junior staff were at this moment feeling towards their lucky colleague!

It was a tense morning for Tachu as she ensured that all the arrangements were in place for the afternoon. She made sure that the caterer, the photographer and the seating arrangements were exactly right. She didn’t want a single thing to upset the big event. But most importantly she had to ensure that she herself was wholly presentable. And this meant, of course, that she would need to take a shower in the executive staff washroom.

As Tachu scrubbed herself vigorously with a loofah under the stinging spray of the shower, she could hear the clickety click of a pair of stiletto heels stride across the tiles and then heard someone sit down in one of the door-less toilet cubicles. She poked her head out of the shower and saw that it was Chenkun, the senior marketing executive, who was carefully pulling off her clothes.

“Do you want a shower too?” Tachu called out.

“No. Not at all, Tachu,” Chenkun replied with a smile. “I’ve just been attending another tiresome meeting and I thought I’d relax by masturbating before proceeding with the rest of my duties.”

“Do you want to borrow my vibrator?” Tachu suggested amiably. “It’s a Caldron 19. A very fine model.”

“No, that’s fine, Tachu. But I appreciate the offer. Especially if you’ve already used it and I could share of your fluids. But I much prefer my Thunder 73. It has just the right rhythm for how I feel at the moment!”

Tachu smiled as her naked colleague pulled out her long purple vibrator from inside her handbag, sat on the toilet seat with her legs parted and worried the lips of her vagina with the whirring toy. However, as she returned to her ablutions, she dismissed the idea of accompanying her colleague in mutual masturbation by the consideration that the executives from TFC might not appreciate the smell or taste of a previously excited vagina. But it was a distraction for her to listen to her colleague’s ecstatic gasps as the buzzing sex toy aided her towards her solo climax.

“Are the executives from TFC here yet?” Tachu asked the receptionist anxiously on the appointed hour.

“Promptly, ma’am,” the receptionist nodded, keeping her eyes discreetly lowered.

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With that, Tachu spun around on her torturously high stilettos and strode towards the room where, as arranged, Menga was standing naked, except for her own stiletto heels, by the side of the spread laid out by the caterers.

“Is everything in order, Menga?” Tachu asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” her naked junior assented, bowing her head.

“The photographer?”

“She’s waiting in the anteroom, ma’am.”

Tachu nodded. Everything did indeed seem to be in order. And Menga was sweetly perfumed, her crotch and pate meticulously shaved, her lips rouged a very dark red and her eyes stylishly painted with kohl.

“So, we are sure that everything is as it should be for the CEO from TFC and his colleagues?”

Menga nodded. “Yes, ma’am!” she announced firmly and decisively.

And then they arrived, the CEO and his senior executives, their heads properly shaved and wearing expensive double-breasted suits, escorted by the receptionist, her eyes modestly averted, and the rings in her bare nipples linked by a company-approved chain.

“Welcome, Mr Chien, sir!” said Tachu. “And welcome also to your colleagues. We have prepared a small repast for your pleasure of which we would be delighted you partook before we finalise the deal.”

Mr Chien was a small stocky man in his early fifties who nodded and gestured to his silent coterie of executives. “You heard the lady!” he said. “Tuck in!”

The executives did so, crowding around the table where the food was presented and where Menga stood, naked and also silent, by the side.

Tachu gestured towards her junior sales rep. “Please serve Mr Chien with a selection of what the caterers have so generously provided,” she commanded.

Only when Mr Chien had lifted a chicken leg to his mouth and took a bite from it did the other executives do the same with any of the food they had selected, while Menga fussed around them to make sure that not one of them would be without the serviettes and forks they might require.

“I see you are married,” remarked Mr Chien, glancing at the ring on Tachu’s finger.

“Yes, sir,” said Tachu, unable to suppress the pride in her voice. “And to a most beautiful woman, I am happy to say.”

“I’m very happy for you,” smiled the CEO. He chewed the chicken decorously, holding a serviette up to his mouth. “I have several wives and a husband. All are very pleasant, although my first wife is getting on a bit now.”

“Your other wives are younger, sir?”

“Very much so. And much more sexually active. Although my first wife does her best when the occasion demands of it.”

“She must be very pleased for you, sir.”

“Indeed she is.”

Soon enough, the food was consumed and everyone sat down at the executive table to sign the various documents that Tachu and her staff had prepared. Everyone that is except Menga who stood, naked and self-consciously, by the dining table. First each executive would carefully read the documents, sign it and pass it on to the executive to their left. Eventually the document would arrive at Mr Chien, seated next to Tachu, who would give the document only the most cursory glance before, with a flourish, signing the document in the section reserved only for him.

And then when all the documents were signed, Tachu pressed the little buzzer by her side and a secretary appeared, picked up the documents and without raising her head to look at the assembled executives scurried out on her high stiletto heels.

“And now,” said Tachu, at last permitting herself a smile, “we can complete the transaction.”

The executives looked anxiously at their CEO. He nodded and smiled, the first time since he had arrived in the room. “Yes, we can.” He looked at Tachu. “I take it that first I fuck your delightful colleague and then I complete the ceremony on your charming self?”

It was all Tachu could do to resist breaking into a grin of satisfaction. The ceremony was to proceed as tradition demanded. “Yes, sir,” she said, fighting off a gasp of excitement. “Menga is well-practised at the art of fucking. Her vagina as well as her anus is fully at your disposal.”

“She remains unmarried, I take it?”

“She is, sir, though she is very sweet with a gentleman from the Systems Development department.”

“He is a very fortunate man in having such a beautiful lover.”

Before the ceremony could begin it was necessary that the photographer be ready to take the pictures. Tachu summoned her in by intercom and smiled as she strode in, several cameras slung around her shoulders and a huge tripod in her hands. The company photographer dressed in a smart suit, with a skirt short enough that she could crouch with it being no obstacle to her and a torch secured around her shaven pate should extra light be needed for any of the requisite shots. She slightly bowed her head and almost immediately began snapping pictures of the executives.

Menga made her way to the futons laid out in preparation at the further end of the room. The larger one covered several square meters and Menga sat down on it. A smaller, more luxurious, down-filled futon lay a small distance away. Tachu strode up to it, and in a few practised movements removed her clothing and secured them on the executive hangers lining the wall. Once naked, she bowed her head reverentially and sat down on the smaller futon.

The executives from TFC were now confronted with the sight of two naked shaven women, still in their high stilettos, recumbent on the futons in the traditional manner: legs open and their weight supported by their arms. Menga young and slender, with pert, pointed breasts. Tachu filled out slightly by her relative maturity, large full thighs and a comely bosom: one that Kenchi so enjoyed licking and sucking. The executives were clearly excited, but they stood in a polite row, their eyes glancing towards the two women but their faces struggling to betray no feeling.

The CEO nodded and, finally, with his permission, the executives divested themselves of their own clothes, neatly folded them and arranged them on the executive hangers provided for the purpose. Nor all the executives were as ready as the others, as Tachu could deduce from the erectness of their penises. Indeed, one penis was a very sorry sight: a little walnut compared to some of the proud truncheons on display. However, the pills that United Leverage plc provided on the smaller table, along with all the vibrators, lubricants and creams, should easily resolve that gentleman’s lack of apparent enthusiasm. In earlier days, Tachu reflected, such impoliteness could easily lead to an executive’s instant dismissal and even now the executive was plainly self-conscious as he gamely stroked his penis.

Only when all the other executives were completely naked and standing in a row by the larger futon where Menga lay, did the CEO begin to remove his own clothes, which he did at a significantly more leisurely pace than his juniors. But Tachu was pleased to see that his penis was fully erect and was quite a handsome one too. Naturally, it was to be expected that only the most virile executives could rise to his exalted position, Tachu never failed to feel anxiety that she might perform the bukkake ceremony with a client unable to properly finalise the deal in the traditional manner.

The CEO approached Menga as she lay on the futon and bade her turn onto her front. It was clear he was a man who preferred to enter from behind, which pleased Tachu. She glanced at a tube of lubricant on the table. She hoped that Menga had applied plenty of that to her anus. First of all, Menga fellated the CEO’s erect penis but for less than a minute, so as to ensure that it was truly rock hard and lubricated by her spit. Menga was an expert fellater: it was one of her chief selling skills, and a skill that had often made the difference between a deal’s success or failure, but in this case the CEO was clearly impatient for proper penetration, and perhaps reluctant for any early release of semen.

When Mr Chien was positioned with his penis thrusting in and out of Menga’s well-lubricated vagina and apparently no longer paying attention to Tachu, the senior sales exec wandered over to the table of sexual aids and made her selection of lubricants and creams. She hesitated over which vibrator to choose, but, finally, recalling the pleasure it had given Chenkun in the executive washroom, she plumped for a Thunder 73. She only hoped that it would be as effective for her as it had been for the marketing exec.

As the vibrator whirred around her tender lips and clitoris, she regarded the waiting executives, now all properly erect, probably having also taken whatever steps were necessary to ensure this was so, and, with rather more interest, the fucking between the CEO and Menga. Tachu had made a wise selection in choosing that girl, she could see that. Menga was truly a good fuck and well worth the CEO’s attention, alternating as he did between vagina and anus, while she gasped and shrieked in ecstasy that even Tachu was unsure whether it was feigned or genuine. That girl would go far, Tachu reflected. Perhaps as a reward she might invite her to her suburban home for dinner and sex with her and Kenchi. If, of course, her wife assented.

However good Menga was as a lover, it would be inappropriate for the CEO to spend too long with such a junior staff member. She was, after all, intended only to warm up the proceedings and the reason for the tradition of the CEO fucking her so soon was to ensure that the other executives would share in the same intimate activity as their senior manager. The photographer fussed around the couple, discreetly taking pictures from all angles and getting quite close indeed when Mr Chien removed his erect penis from Menga’s anus and the sales rep sucked and gobbled at it, relishing the taste of her own shit and vaginal fluids, mixed with lubricating cream and saliva, and guaranteeing that it was in a respectable condition for penetration into a senior sales exec. All the while, the other executives from TFC stood patiently in a row, masturbating themselves and staying very quiet.

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I was thirty and totally straight when I realized I like cock way more than pussy.

A little bit of background first. I was not a virgin, was not molested, and did not “know my whole life” that I was gay. I had many heterosexual relationships; I had sex with women regularly and enjoyed it when I did. I was not homophobic but I was in fact very comfortable being “gay adjacent”.

As a kid, when my family went to the Castro district in San Francisco, I was fascinated by the gay culture and curious about the guys’ attraction to each other. I couldn’t take my eyes off of men when I saw them kissing. In college I was an art major and was very interested in studying anatomy, male and female, drawing nudes and studying classic Greek, Roman and Renaissance statues, especially the ones that celebrated the male physique. I loved the beautifully muscular men’s bodies, without them being exaggerated and cartoonish, like modern bodybuilders.

After college I even did some anatomy modeling myself, having a very muscular body. I was proud of my body but a little modest about posing nude so I used a posing strap (basically a G-string), in art classes at colleges but posed nude when modeling for smaller private drawing sessions.

I had been hit on by gay guys many times and I found it flattering, never offensive, but I never took any of the men up on their offers. I had played with my asshole a few times, but only in the context of what it would be like in a straight sex session, if a woman was pleasuring my ass. One time I used my girlfriend’s vibrator on my ass when she was out of town. I found the sensation absolutely euphoric and I envied gay guys for being so in touch with this wonderful source of pleasure. I wasn’t able to insert the vibrator very far into my ass and I thought “I could never be gay because my asshole is too tight”.

I provide this background so you understand how dramatic the change was that I made, or rather, that was revealed, in one day. No matter how much resistance I put up, that resistance was drowned by a tsunami of desire to be passionately, deeply, lustfully fucked and dominated by a man.

I was working as a personal trainer at a gym at the time this happened. I had several clients, gay, straight, men and women, and I had a reputation as a guy who knew what he was doing and had the body to back it up. Like I said, I had done some modeling that required a muscular physique and a handsome face. I had done also some runway and magazine work. I was good looking with a great body but I wasn’t going to make a living off of just that. A college girlfriend had talked me into sending nude photos to a female-oriented centerfold magazine. I have a very nice, very big cock, and the magazine wanted me to come to L.A. but I chickened out.

One of my clients from the gym, Scott, was also a very good friend of mine outside the gym. I never thought of him in a sexual way, but he brought me to several gay events, along with his partner. I always felt completely comfortable at these parties, costume and cocktail affairs, because I like showing off my body. I enjoyed the attention I got, and I never felt my masculinity threatened. “I’m comfortable enough with my sexuality that I can wear a pink shirt,” I used to say.

One afternoon Scott invited me to an adults-only pool party at a rich gay couple’s house where he was house sitting. He said it would be a mixed crowd but mostly gay guys attending. He said he wanted to show me off a little to his friends. I said yes since his desire to be associated with a hot straight guy aligned with my desire to be ogled at and desired. Maybe I would meet a hot woman there.

The day before the party I finished my workout and felt confident that my sculpted arms and thighs, washboard abs, pronounced pecs and bubble ass would turn some heads. I wasn’t cocky or conceited but I had received enough compliments to know what I had been blessed with genetically, even if I couldn’t take all the credit for it. I then went to the tanning bed studio to add some color.

I knew how obsessed gay guys were with tans and I didn’t want to offend anyone with my paleness. I also shaved my cock and balls because the swim suit I was going to be wearing was my posing strap, basically a grocery sack for my cock and balls, and I didn’t want any bushy pubes ruining the look. When I finished shaving, I left a pencil- thin landing strip, I looked at my self in the mirror and got an instant hard on. “Damn! I’d fuck me if I were gay”, I thought. This is an admittedly narcissistic attitude. It’s also a clue that on some level I was sexually excited by men. A straight guy probably wouldn’t get a hard on looking at his own hairless cock and balls and smooth anal entrance.

When I arrived at the party, dressed in shorts and a polo shirt, Scott pulled me aside as soon as I stepped into the house. He warned me that at some point there might be a clothing-optional-for-the rest-of-the-party announcement. He was trying muğla escort to be sensitive to any discomfort I might feel at a party full of naked gay men. I said I would be fine with it.

He told me to jump into my swim suit and come out to the pool to meet everyone. I went to a bedroom and stripped down to my G-string. I checked the mirror and adjusted the sack to fully contain my package, and my cock swelled slightly, pulling the narrow strip of material covering my anus tight. That’s going to chafe my asshole if my cock gets any harder, I thought. Be sure not to get a hard on, I cautioned myself.

I stepped out onto the pool deck surrounding an infinity pool overlooking a verdant valley with a sprinkling of mansions dotting the landscape. I looked around and I realized that mine was the skimpiest suit there. Most guys were wearing Speedos, boy-shorts, etc., but none of them had their ass cheeks out like I did. “Whoa, dressed to impress I see,” Scott said.

“Yeah, well I thought gay guys liked to flaunt their goods so figured there’d be more guys dressed like me here. Oh well,” I replied.

Scott paraded me around the pool area, introducing me to everyone. People were lounging on chaises, laying on towels on the grass, and sitting on the edge of the pool. I had only met a few of the people before, members of the gym where I worked. Only one woman was there, the wife of another guy, not the hot woman I was kind if hoping to meet at the party. Again, oh well.

The guys were a mix of attractiveness, from average to extremely good looking. I was assessing them strictly from the standpoint of a fitness pro and appreciator of anatomical beauty. Of the thirty or so people there, five guys looked like models, very handsome and with incredible bodies. They represented the looks-obsessed faction of gay culture well.

Scott meandered with me around the pool like a show pony, making turns to say “one more thing,” causing me to be turned all the way around for all aspects of my nearly naked body to be inspected. The reactions of the guests were mostly predictable; gay guys would look me up and down and smile approvingly, then excitedly whisper to their nearby friends. The straight people just nodded and tried to not look at my brightly displayed crotch. One of the truly beautiful guys, Ted, lifted his sunglasses when Scott said his name.

Ted was laid out on a beach chaise on a white towel. His body was perfect by Greek statuary standards. Very muscular arms, pecs in slabbed squares, eight-pack abs, massive , muscular thighs and contoured calves. But unlike the tiny button of a penis on most steroid-built bodybuilders, his square-cut boy shorts clung to the outline of a very generous cock and ample balls. I had to silently give it to him; he was the epitome of a gorgeous man, gay or otherwise.

I felt a little intimidated by Ted as Scott walked away after the introduction. I stood in front of Ted, casting a shadow over his beautiful, tan body, chiseled facial features and soft, wavy black hair. He looked to be Italian or of some other Mediterranean lineage . He didn’t have a single flaw that I could see. “Hey Darren,” he snapped me back from my daydream. I realized I had been gazing at him while all those thoughts were going through my mind. His eyes slowly left mine and followed my body down to my cock, presented proudly in my skimpy jock. He stopped there and slowly retraced his gaze back up my body, stopping and locking eyes with me.

He smiled approvingly. I smiled back, also approvingly. Two could play this game, I thought. This kind of undressing me with his eyes and overt sexual attention was a win for me, as it was coming from an Adonis like him. I liked him wanting me, and I guess I wanted to keep it going. “Want a drink?” I asked. I had no idea what or where the drinks were but for some reason I wanted to serve him.

“That’d be great, white wine,” he said. As I sauntered toward the house to find the white wine I casually bent over to pick up a pebble on the deck and toss it away before anyone stepped on it with a bare foot. I bent over from my waist in order to give Ted a good deep peek at my virgin asshole barely covered by a strip of Spandex. I looked back over my shoulder and sure enough, Ted had his sunglasses propped up on top of his head and was up on one elbow to watch my ass as I walked away. I smiled at him staring at my ass, and he smiled back sheepishly. I love getting these guys worked up, I mused.

I returned with his white wine and one for myself. His eyes were at the level of my cock and he took his time to look up to thank me. I loved the flirtation, even though I had no intention of it going anywhere. He then dropped his legs off each side of the lounge and adjusted his package beneath the clinging nylon fabric. His cock had swollen slightly and I could clearly see the outline of his cock head, a magnificently defined, flesh-piercing truffle. Now it was my turn to feel in awe. rhodope-mugla.org “Touché,” I said to myself. My G-string started to pull tighter in my ass crack and I realized that my cock was swelling slightly. “What was it about this situation that was making me flush and my heart race? I’m not gay. I’m as straight as they come. And yet I feel like I am crushing on this guy and I wouldn’t object to kissing his beautiful lips and running my fingers along his magnificent chest, down his rippled abs to that outline of a massive cock,” I thought.

We made more small talk and everything seemed like a sexual innuendo. I couldn’t turn off the flirting, as much as I tried. As we talked, two other things were happening: I was assessing the source of my feelings to fondle him, and why my body was reacting this way when my mind knows I’m straight; and I was visually tracing droplets of sweat as they ran in rivulets down Ted’s smooth beefy pecs, across the mogul run that was his washboard abs, and disappeared into the edge of his swimsuit riding just above his pubic ridge. These two opposing forces were confounding me. One felt very logical: I know I’m straight; and the other felt really, really good: I want to be the object of a gay sexual pleasure cruise.

I hadn’t noticed but the couples and straight people, other than me, had drifted away and left the party already. Maybe Scott had warned them too about what was coming next but they didn’t feel as comfortable with it as I did. Scott announced, “This is it guys, clothing is now optional!” to which a loud cheer went up from the fifteen or twenty remaining men.

Ted locked eyes with me again and stood up. Without taking his eyes off mine, daring me to not look away, he hooked his thumbs into the top of his waist band and pulled his trunks down to his thighs. His beautiful swollen, semi-hard cock, which had been laying sideways when he was laying down, now rolled off his abdomen and fell forward, like a just cut tree in the forest. It stopped at a 45 degree angle from his body, heavy, swelling with blood.

He was taunting me with his body and now with his cock. I realized that I secretly, passionately wanted to devour him, but my head was trying to remind me that’s not possible, because I’m not gay. The material running between my ass cheeks was pulling tighter against my hole as my cock started to engorge. “You’re not going to join us?” Ted said waving toward all the men who were now sans swimsuits, or any clothing.

I stood up, knowing he was directly challenging me to maintain my premise of being straight. I had to do it because I had to prove it to myself as well. I doffed my trunks all at once, pulling them down to my ankles, and straightened back up. My plump cock jumped when it was released from the posing strap. I didn’t realize how swollen it was and now it was inching away from my body as it continued to get harder. This was a problem. Getting hard at the sight of these men would mean I’m gay, or at least I’m on my way. I needed to hide my erection so I turned sideways to Ted. That just made it worse because he could see my big cock growing, continuing to crank higher, and bigger, in profile. I looked for some way to hide my hardening cock.

I noticed three guys, the other beautiful model-types, splashing in the shallow end of the pool. I said to Ted, “I need to cool off,” and I jumped into the pool. My blood filled cock felt as big and obvious as a rescue torpedo just under the surface of the water.

The three men in the water were all very handsome and well built – gay eye candy for sure. One of them asked me if I would join them for a chicken fight in the pool, to make the number of players even. If I stood up completely now, my rising cock would be visible for all to see, which would expose to all the men how I really felt. I did not want the three model-boys thinking I was gay, but I agreed to play because I needed an excuse to stay in the water and splash around.

I offered to be the bottom for my teammate, Dylan, and I swam under water between his legs. He had a sprinter’s thighs and ass, all muscle, magnificently sculpted. His crotch was shaved bare, as were all the gay men at the party, and his skin looked as smooth as marble. His tan line revealed him to be a G-string wearer as well. At least I had called shaving my cock, balls and ass right.

His cock was well veined and had a doorknob sized head. Not grotesque, just right for his soda can sized shaft. His full balls were bobbing like buoys in the current over my head as I swam between his legs and lifted my shoulders to meet his ass, with his rectum at the nape of my neck. I wrapped my arms around his lower legs and lifted him out of the water.

As the water ran off of us I turned my head to the side and there was his divine cock, laying against my jaw. This was the closest I had ever been to another man’s cock, but unlike what I thought my reaction might have been, I didn’t want to pull away. His cock shaft felt full and fleshy against my neck and chin.

I quickly turned back and in the process my lips grazed the very ample head of his penis. I felt like bridges were being crossed at a pace that I couldn’t control. This proximity to Dylan’s beautiful man meat and my brush with his head wasn’t helping me to calm down my own cock. Quite the opposite.

Blood was rushing everywhere in my body and I felt hot despite being in the pool. But it was rushing especially to my cock and I felt my cock helmet break the surface of the water. I started wrestling with the other team immediately to distract them from noticing my hard on.

As we laughed and wrestled I intentionally over exerted myself to try and divert the blood to my arms and legs and away from my cock. We fell sideways and Dylan slipped around my neck and off my shoulders, with his ankles now resting on my trapezius muscles. He was floating on his back, facing me. But more significantly, his previously relaxed soda can-sized cock was growing into a pound sized package of spaghetti noodles, with all of the attendant ridges and girders.

“We’re a good team,” he said as he watched my cock head sway above the water’s surface like a periscope. I told Dylan and the other two guys, Phillip and Ray, that I had to get out and use the bathroom. I clutched a beach towel to my crotch to hide my fully erect cock as I waddled to the house.

The house was gorgeous and I found the master bathroom. The house belonged to a gay couple, doctors, and they obviously had exquisite taste. The master bed was an ocean of silky smooth black satin sheets, comforter and pillows. I wondered how many men’s asses had been fucked and cocks sucked on that bed. I pictured a threesome of hot guys shooting cum loads into each other’s asses and mouths on that bed and cum drizzled like caramel sauce on an ice cream cone, on those sheets.

I envied gay guys for their man-to-man, no pussy headaches romantic relationships, as well as their lack of sexual inhibitions. I started to question whether my sexuality was as clear as I thought it was. “Were there signals all along? Was my curiosity and fascination with gay culture really a desire to be part of it?” I wondered.

On paper I was a perfect candidate for a prototypical gay man, at least as much as Scott had described the typical gay man ti me. I was an art major in college. I worked in a gym. I loved the male anatomy. And I worked on perfecting my own body to make it essentially the pinnacle of attraction to gay men. After all, most women didn’t really care about muscles on their straight boyfriends and husbands. This was a moment, an opportunity, to really test my sexual identity.

I was pretty sure my arousal due to all this male stimuli was a fluke and furthermore I was willing to bet my pride on it. It would be quite embarrassing if I had been introduced at the beginning of the party as Scott’s straight friend, which he emphasized to each guest, worried that I might feel objectified I guess, and then suddenly be the guest aroused by men to want to fuck one of their asses, or worse, want them to fuck mine. I decided I would let my body tell me what I wanted. My head could be tricked.

I would go back out there, now that my cock was calm and relaxed again, to see if my theory was correct that I could remain unaroused throughout the rest of my interactions at the party. I looked in the mirror again and admired my alluring body.

Now that the party was sans swimwear, I was naked for all to see, shaved cock, balls and ass, brimming with virility and masculinity. I turned and checked my look from behind. It was a beautiful ass, if I do say so myself. I bent over and looked at my asshole. It was a rosebud of skin folds leading to a tunnel of love. Like I said, I’d love to fuck me, if I could.

Looking at my love hole made me think something was missing from this challenge. I found a big jar of sex lube in the bathroom and I palmed a large puddle of it and massaged it into my sphincter. At first my hole was tight but as soon as ran a finger inside my hole it started to dilate. I knew this reaction about myself when I had played with my ass in the past. Now my waiting love hole was dilating and loaded with lube. Not that I would need it but it only seemed fair to fully present both arguments for and against any latent homosexuality on my part.

I headed back out to the pool, determined to keep my cock calm and unexcited. As soon as I got outside I saw Ted again. He smiled when he saw me and said “Where’d you run off to? I was afraid you left the party.” I immediately felt like I wanted to serve him again and I grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses and went to him.

“Can I pour you some wine?”, I asked. “Why did I sound like I was his waiter and not his equal?”, I asked myself. I handed him a glass of wine as my eyes feasted on his body, that smile, that cock. My balls started to tighten and my cock started getting heavy. Uh-oh, it was starting to happen again. There would be no way to hide a hard on this time and no way to explain it away as anything but a real sexual attraction to a hot man!

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Chapter 7 — Opportunities to cum

Jenny and Sarah visited Ms Lacey, their English teacher, on the afternoon of the first day of the school term. They visited because they were to receive punishment… which consisted of them being tied up and teased and denied mercilessly while watching said teacher “reward” another student.

When the visit was over, Ms Lacey sent the two friends, as well as Rose, out into the night, holding most of their clothes instead of wearing them. The two roommates ran all the way back to their cozy room to finish some frustratingly unfinished business.

The two girls burst in through the door, barely pausing to open it and lock it behind them. Then they raced to their respective beds, fell back and continued what their earlier adventure had started.

Sarah was so horny that her slight shyness was totally forgotten; she simply laid back and started tugging her nipples with one hand. Her free hand quickly slid down to her dripping wet pussy, pulled down her tiny white panties and started rubbing her clit with frantic haste.

Jenny lay back on her bed with her legs hanging, widespread, over the side. Her right hand flew to her sopping wet snatch, barely pausing to jerk her lacy white thong down to her knees, and three fingers plunged effortlessly into her slick depths, then pumped in and out, squelching audibly.

The brunette’s hand toyed lightly with her breasts, then moved hesitantly downwards. It crept down, past her bellybutton, past her pubic mound. It nudged her clit and hesitated, then slid even further, along her left labia. At last it hovered uncertainly above her puckered rear hole. Jenny wanted to go on, but was afraid of what Sarah would think.

Moments later, she had decided; her forefinger moved in and slid along the crinkled brown ring. Then Sarah looked over. Jenny froze, holding her breath. The blond girl gasped, and her roommate despaired, feeling the coming rejection.

Instead of proclaiming her disgust, Sarah started rubbing faster and mauling her full breasts with savage passion. Jenny moaned in surprise at her roommate’s reaction. She had expected disgust, like the last and only time someone saw her like this…

The fire in the squirming brunette was building up to an urgent volcano. She shoved one finger into her ass, moaning at the mingled pleasure and pain. The finger started pumping in and out, then another finger joined it.

The fingers in Jenny’s nether hole twirled, wriggled and pumped in time with the fingers in her pussy. Her thumb slid onto her clit and started massaging the sweet pleasure nub.

All of a sudden the squirming moaning brunette felt something give way and allow the thunderous orgasm to flood through her body. In her incoherent, delirious state, she barely noticed the loud moans that indicated that Sarah was cumming at the same time.

“Jenny?” Sarah asked softly, hesitantly. Jenny glanced over. Her roommate wasn’t looking at her. Was she ashamed, or afraid?

“Yes?” Jenny replied, and cringed. Now came the rejection. It would be that first time all over again…

“I’m still a little…” the blond girl admitted, turning to look at her roommate, “Still a little horny.” Then she blushed cutely and looked quickly away. Jenny was surprised. Where was the condemnation for her shameful actions with her ass?

“And?” Jenny asked, wondering why her roommate had shared the fact, “Are you asking my permission to go on or something?”

Sarah could barely look her friend in the eyes as she asked, “Could you maybe, help me get off?” Jenny was speechless. “It’s more satisfying that way,” Sarah explained hurriedly. Her face was crimson with embarrassment.

“But I’m not… I don’t… I’m not lesbian!” exclaimed Jenny, still stunned at what was happening.

“Neither am I,” replied her friend, “But it’s more satisfying if someone else helps. And I so need… never mind.” The blond girl got up, but just as she was about to slip away into the bathroom, Jenny izmit escort spoke.

“Wait,” she said, “I think I understand. It’s kind of the same for me, but I didn’t think… If you don’t want something more than friendship and some help, I’m okay with it. To tell the truth, I’m a little unsatisfied myself.”

Sarah smiled joyously. Her friend had agreed after all! She seated her self on Jennifer’s bed. She was looking forward to feeling someone else’s fingers between her legs again.

Jenny reached out to her friend’s crotch. It was weird but sort of exciting. Her finger slipped down the mound, through the pubic hair, which was trimmed down to a neat little upside down triangle, and finally reached her friend’s wet pussy.

Sarah moaned as her roommate’s fingers slipped between her soft, wet labia. First one, then two, then three gentle digits wormed their way into her depths. They wriggled and twisted and flexed inside the moist tunnel, driving Sarah to new heights of arousal.

The blond girl moaned and lay back, helpless to stop the flood of arousal streaming out from her crotch. It was so deliciously naughty to have someone else’s hand there. The fact that that hand belonged to a girl just made it even naughtier.

“Oh! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Sarah moaned breathlessly, “Just keep going, please! I’m getting close!” Jenny hadn’t even considered stopping. She might not be a lesbian, but the whole thing was still pretty hot.

When Jenny pushed another finger in, while massaging her friend’s clit with her thumb, Sarah came. The orgasming girl writhed around like an eel, moaning as her climax washed through her, wiping away her thoughts and worries.

Jenny was about to pull away when her roommate stopped her. “Please don’t stop yet,” begged the blond girl breathlessly, “I just need one more… Please!”

‘She’s a horny little girl alright,’ Jenny thought, ‘She’s not satisfied with two orgasms, she asks for another. Oh well, I don’t mind obliging her in the least.’

Jenny started moving her fingers again, wiggling the ones buried in her roommate’s slit and tapping her friend’s clit rhythmically with her thumb. Her other hand snaked its way down to her own bare, wet pussy. Her panties were still lying on her bed.

“Jenny?” Sarah asked shyly, “Could you maybe, you know? Do what you did, do the same for me? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I wondered how it feels…” The girl’s face was crimson with embarrassment, but she forced herself to look her roommate in the eye.

“You mean this?” Jenny asked, surprised, and slid the forefinger of her left hand over her friend’s rear hole, while keeping the fingers of her right hand moving in the girl’s dripping wet pussy.

“Yessss!” Sarah hissed in pleasure, “Oooh, it’s even better than it looks!” She writhed and squirmed and arched her back, but was careful to keep within reach of those exquisitely pleasurable fingers.

Jenny used every trick she had discovered while pleasuring herself to drive her roommate to greater pleasure. Fingers were thrusting in both holes, a thumb was tapping a clit and it was all catapulting Sarah to her inevitable release.

Sarah knew she was all the way there when a tidal wave of pleasure started rolling up from her toes. “I’m going tooooo…” she exclaimed, wriggling and humping against the fingers that had driven her over the edge.

The cumming girl’s holes clamped down so hard that Jenny’s fingers were almost injured. It took half a minute for the climax to pass, and the aftershocks lasted for another whole minute.

The atmosphere was tense and awkward when the climax was over. Neither of the girls knew what to say. Then Jenny had an idea.

“How about you return the favor?” she asked her roommate. Sarah nodded, not trusting her voice after her earth-shaking orgasm. By unspoken consent, they moved quickly and silently over to the other bed.

The silence was getting uncomfortable, but was soon dispelled by Jenny’s moaning madeinizmit.com when her roommate started stroking her mound and sensitive pussy lips.

Both the show at Ms Lacey’s house and her own self-pleasuring had induced the brown-haired girl’s pussy into a tender, dripping-wet state. Pleasuring Sarah had kept her good and aroused, and now her friend was exploring her mound, clit and labia. Girl-juice was almost streaming out between her puffy outer labia.

Sarah decided to skip to the good part; her friend was already primed. Three of her fingers slipped easily between her roommate’s pussy lips, and two from her other hand slipped into the girl’s ass after she rubbed them in Jenny’s cum to moisten them.

Jenny bucked and moaned. She was already seeing stars, and had to suppress a scream of pleasure. Her roommate had jumped in and gotten right down to work.

Sarah was wiggling her fingers inside her friend and massaging her clit roughly with a thumb. The blond girl’s little finger and left thumb were stroking her roommate’s perineum, between her pussy and asshole, while three fingers pumped into the latter.

The blond girl could do nothing but lie back and be ravished. Her roommate had jumped in and pushed her almost all the way to the edge of orgasm. Barely a minute after she started, Sarah drove her friend over the edge. Jenny squirmed, squealed and clamped down hard on her roommate’s fingers.

Sarah, however, was not finished. She kept on stimulating her friend right through her climax, then sped up afterwards.

“Wow!” exclaimed Jenny, “Hey Sarah, I’ve come! I’ve come!” She shifted to try and escape the agonizingly pleasurable fingers, but her orgasm had tired her out.

“I owe you one!” Sarah explained, and kept right on pumping. She tried to put another finger into her friend’s ass, but it was just a bit too tight. All the fingers on the blond girl’s right hand, except for the thumb, were pumping roughly in and out of Jenny’s pussy. Sarah’s thumb roughly rubbed her friend’s tender clit.

Jennifer was writhing in agony and ecstasy. Her friend’s fingers were coaxing so much pleasure from her sensitive pussy, clit and asshole that the pleasure became sweet agony.

It was barely a minute later when Jenny climaxed. But to her it felt like an eternity. Her whole mind was focused on three things: her asshole, pussy and clit. It seemed to her that they were on fire, giving off glowing waves of pleasure, yet painfully burning at the same time.

Sarah bent down and blew on her friend’s clit, and Jenny came. She was wracked with spasms of near unendurable pleasure and exquisite pain, and she loved both.

A whole minute later, Jenny sagged limply onto the bed. There was a silence between them, but it was not really uncomfortable. They both realized that they were far too tired and content to discuss the matter, so they shed their clothes and slipped into the bed and went to sleep.

It was only the next morning that they realized that they had slept together, in the Sarah’s bed.

Chapter 8 — The morning after

The next morning was slightly awkward, but not unbearably so. The woke up early, and then blushed when the realized that they were cuddling together, naked, in Sarah’s bed.

They quickly prepared for school, and had half an hour to spare before assembly and breakfast. They sat down, silently, on their own beds. After a minute, Jenny asked, “What does last night mean for us?”

Sarah sighed, “When I first realized that I can enjoy… being intimate… with another woman, I spent days asking and trying to answer those questions. I’ll tell you the best answers I could come up with.”

“I don’t really have romantic feelings for women,” she continued, “and I figured that, since I simply enjoy… you know… being with women, and I’m not looking for a relationship, I don’t consider myself a lesbian. Not even really bi.”

“What about us?” asked Jenny, “No offense, but I don’t really want us to be a couple or anything..”

“None taken, I think pretty much the same,” replied the blond girl, “If being friends with benefits is fine with you, it’s fine with me.”

“Sound good,” her roommate agreed, “friends with benefits it is then.”

The two girls chatted for a while longer about various small matters, whiling away the time. Unfortunately, they got so caught up in their conversation, that they were a few minutes late for assembly.

They ran to the hall, but were just too late. Ms Emelia Albrecht, their Manufacturing teacher, stopped them when they tried to enter the hall.

“Assembly started two minutes ago,” the short teacher said, her summer-sky-blue eyes bearing a slightly frosty expression. “Your punishment will be three credits, to be done by next week.”

She then indicated that they should be silent, enter the hall and sit on the nearest open chairs. The two girls sat down in a slight daze. They had not expected to experience the credit system so personally so soon in the year.

After breakfast they had an open period, which they used to find out how they were going to work off their three-credit punishment debt. They went to the library since the head librarian was also the mistress of credit; she administrated the system, ensuring its smooth operation.

“The credit system is done entirely on the school’s computer network these days,” Ms Thalia Muerva explained, “It used to be a set of books, but this is much more efficient.”

“Go to one of the student computers in the school, they have green stickers on the mouse and computer box, and log into your account by placing your finger on the fingerprint reader,” Ms Muerva directed, “Select the credit program, the scales icon.”

“You will see a list of possible things to do, with their credit values,” the librarian continued, “Double click on one to view more details. When looking at the details, press the button labeled ‘Accept’ and place your finger on the sensor to confirm that you will do that activity.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” said Jenny on behalf of herself and Sarah, “We will do that right away.”

“Just keep in mind that you have to show up if you choose an activity!” warned Ms Muerva, “If you accept an activity and you do not show up for it, you will have credits deducted from your account!”

“Yes ma’am,” Sarah replied, “Thank you for the advice.” The two girls quickly found two student computers in the library, and logged in. They were astounded at the amount and variety of the choices that were available when they opened the credit program.

The choices ranged from a light spanking to a public caning with a vibrator embedded in both lower orifices, from eating lunch in handcuffs to wearing nothing but a clit clamp for an entire school day.

The two girls were overwhelmed by the wide array of choices, and had difficulty deciding on what they would do. At last, just before the period ended, they hurriedly decided what they would do; they opted to be garden statues for two hours.

The activity sounded simple; they would be tied to a frame on a pedestal in the gardens and left there for two hours, passing students would not be allowed to touch them, teachers could only touch with two fingers, and only for thirty seconds every half-hour.

There seemed to be only one small catch: ‘Without props’ was listed as 2 credits, while ‘Minimal props’ was worth 4 credits and ‘Full props’ were worth 6 credits. Several of the photos showed people cradling amphorae, holding cupid bows and various other things. The girls assumed that these were the ‘props’.

They agreed to do it that very afternoon, since extra-mural activities would start the next evening and they might want to be at one trial or another.

Their next period was maths, which Jenny was silently dreading. She disliked the girl who sat next to her and they had already gotten each other into trouble once. How would the second day go?

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“Hey Candace, break time,” I yelled through cupped hands at the pretty Nordic looking blonde on the lifeguard chair.

With tremendous agility, Candace climbed down and sprinted for the ladies locker room. After spending three hours on the lofty perch, a much needed bathroom break was in order.

I gazed at the retreating figure with longing. While most of my friends stared at the male lifeguards with hungry looks, I was pining for a female.

For the first time in my nineteen years, I was having bi feelings or more appropriately, lust for someone of my own gender.

At the first lifeguard meeting, I found myself stealing glances at Candace’s face and body. In fact, I was completely occupied gawking at her and missed most of the important information.

Candace was the senior lifeguard and technically my boss. A statuesque five foot nine inch beauty with an incredible swimmers body, she exuded a sexuality that made my blood surge like the rapids of a mighty river with want.

My desires conflicted with my previous lack of interest for anything remotely lesbian in nature. All through high school, I considered myself a heterosexual. Although, I was aware of same sex hook ups, I lacked any desire for intimacy with another female.

However, my attitude changed during freshman year at college when my roommate admitted she was bi curious. Rosie was a tough cookie from Brooklyn but with a heart as big as the Big Apple.

As I sat on the lifeguard stand and waited for Candace to return, I tried to think logically about my desire for the blonde hottie. But that was the problem, when it came to animalistic impulses, logic was missing from the equation. In addition, with my lack of experience in same sex matters, I felt completely inept at how to broach the subject with her.

My calm, reserved nature was a definite drawback. The only pleasantries I exchanged with Candace were “hello” and “goodbye”.

“She doesn’t even know I’m alive,” I thought self mockingly.

Convinced that I would never experience her womanly charms, I had given up all hope when fate intervened.

From my early teens, I took prescription medication for allergies during the spring and fall. Without it, I had a hard time functioning outdoors. That year, my medication seemed less effective and my doctor prescribed a stronger pill.

One of the side effects associated with the heavier dose was drowsiness or a pervasive feeling of fatigue, especially during physical activity. I usually took my dosage at night before bed but on that particular late spring day I took it in the morning because I missed the previous evening.

I struggled to stay alert most of the afternoon. Around dinner hour, Sarah, a fellow lifeguard, dropped by and chatted excitedly about the annual men versus women lifeguard competition taking place that same evening.

“Hey Julie, it’s the girls against guys when the pool closes at seven thirty. You ready? ” she asked in her bubbly way.

“Oh…well…I don’t know, I’m kinda tired,” I stated weakly.

“Sleep when you get home, you’re one of our best swimmers. Please stay?” she pleaded.

Sarah was right, except for Candace, I had the fastest recorded times for the girls’ and most of the boys.

“Ok, I’ll stay,” I sighed.

I felt weak and sleepy from the medication but convinced myself that the physical activity would rouse me. Although I won the three events I was entered in, my limbs were leaden and I was out of breath.

While I was resting after my final event, Sarah approached me again.

“Hey, Tia’s injured and can’t compete in the 400 meter medley. You’ll fill in, won’t you?” she implored.

Against my better judgment, I accepted.

At the sound of the starters’ pistol, I knifed my body in the water and for two thirds of the race, I poured it on and was in the lead. I was making the turn for the final lap when an overwhelming fatigue enveloped my body.

My limbs felt incredibly heavy and I involuntarily slowed down as though I was in slow motion. I could hear the spectators yelling but it sounded faint and far away.

By the time I reached the wall for the final turn, my nearest competitor had caught up and would certainly pass me. Time took on a different characteristic as seconds were drawn out like hours. I was floating weightless in a serene state of mind with no worries or cares.

As I sank deeper, I remember thinking that breathing under water was a cinch. It was so incredibly peaceful that I wanted to stay there forever. For some inexplicable reason, I thought about the “The Little Mermaid”.

“Hell, if she can do it, so can I,” my brain intuited.

A darkness, an all encompassing but peaceable darkness was sweeping over me. However, a barely perceptible feeling of pressure on my mouth and chest invaded my mind.

Suddenly, I was jolted back to reality; coughing up large amounts of pool water onto the concrete deck. Candace was hovering over me with a grave expression on her pretty face.

“What izmit escort happened?” I asked still unaware of my predicament.

The sound of an emergency vehicle siren assailed my ears as I sputtered and spewed more water from my lungs. Slowly the reality of the situation took hold and tears erupted from my eyes.

Candace held me as my body shook with heaving sobs.

“You’re ok now…shh…” she said in a gentle tone and stroked my wet hair trying to comfort me.

In Candace’s embrace, a wonderful feeling of security enshrouded me and I gradually lost consciousness.

I awoke to the sight of my father’s face filled with concern but relief.

“Julie…sweetheart…” he blubbered and brought my hand to his tear dampened cheek.

“Where am I dad?” I asked in a croaking voice.

“County General…” he said in a weepy tone and was unable to continue.

My dad rarely expressed deep emotion except when it concerned me. Our relationship was one of love and mutual respect. He had a cynical side but was a lighthearted, loving father who treated me like an adult.

I was ten when my mother died of breast cancer. While my teenage years were generally free of the strife and angst that typified many of my friends, it was hard on my father.

However, he was adamant that I experience a normal childhood. No topic or subject was taboo and we shared in frequent exchanges of ideas. My dad spoke to me like an equal and I fail to recall him talking down to me. He was fearlessly determined to fill the void left by my mother’s absence.

With my slender body, dark brown hair and light olive complexion, I bore an uncanny resemblance to my mother. Along with my quiet and shy nature, my dad found it disconcerting.

“My child, you really are your mother’s daughter,” he would say with a beaming face and always with the utmost caring.

Per doctor’s orders, I took three days off from work and was confined to my bedroom. My dad spent the first day with me but much to my surprise he informed me that Candace had called and volunteered her services until I was on my feet again.

“When did she call dad?” I asked with earnest curiosity.

“This morning but you were still asleep. She’s working late afternoons at the pool and insisted on spending her free time watching over you,” he stated with admiration.

I’m sure I had a wistful expression on my face.

“Of course, if it’s not ok, I’ll call and tell her not…” he started to say but I cut him off.

“It’s fine dad, really,” I said with emotion and took his large hand in mine.

“I don’t know if anyone told you but Candace pulled you out of the water and performed CPR on you. If it weren’t for her efforts…I shudder to think what might have…” he spoke in a shaky voice and tears fell down his cheeks.

The revelation that Candace, my lust interest, had saved my life reverberated thru my mind. The rescue had all the melodrama of a teenage romance novel except for one twist; my hero was a voluptuous blonde hottie.

I was thrilled by the realization that I would be spending the next two days with Candace. For most of the afternoon and evening, I was in a state of flux. I barely slept and it didn’t go unnoticed by my father. I tossed and turned in a vain effort to catch some z’s but my mind was totally preoccupied with thoughts of Candace.

Except for the pleasantries we exchanged at work, I knew very little about Candace. But, just thinking about her made my heart beat faster. Well past midnight, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling as an endless procession of thoughts and doubts predominated my thinking.

“What should I wear? What do I say? Will she think I’m a dork?” I kept asking myself.

Sometime before dawn, I finally fell asleep but woke to the sound of my father’s voice.

“Julie, I’m leaving for work in about fifteen minutes. Do you need anything?” He asked with concern.

I slowly shook my head “no” and gave my dad a big hug. When he left my room, I dashed into the bathroom. My last shower was two days ago and was I feeling very ripe and smelly.

Quickly I washed and threw on a fresh sports T, panties and French braided my hair. I landed in my bed just as my father was announcing his departure and Candace’s arrival.

As I lay there trying to appear nonchalant, I heard footsteps in the hallway. Candace knocked on the door jamb holding a tray with a tea pot and mug. She looked positively stunning in a pair of skin tight shorts and bare mid riff T shirt that displayed her six pack abs.

“Hey Julie, thought you might like some herbal tea,” She said in the sweetest voice.

“Sure,” I said barely above a whisper and sat up in bed.

Candace was pouring the tea when I remembered I wasn’t wearing a bra. Although I’m an “A” cup, I have very long, prominent nipples that were poking against the thin fabric of my T shirt. Feeling shy in the presence of someone I barely knew, as discretely as possible, I pulled the bed sheet up to my neck.

As madeinizmit.com I sipped the hot tea, I felt her gaze but couldn’t find the strength to look at her.

“Do you like the tea?” she asked soothingly.

“Yes, delicious,” I said in a low voice with my eyes downcast.

God! I sounded like a nit wit!

“How are you feeling?” she inquired with concern and sat on the side of my bed.

“Ok, pretty good actually,” I said quietly and slowly shifted my gaze upward to her radiant face.

Candace was looking across my bed at a framed picture of my mother on the nightstand. As she leaned over me to retrieve the photo, I inhaled the light, sensual odor of a perfume or body powder she was wearing. Light wisps trickled into my nose with erotic appeal.

“Girl, you are the spitting image of your mother. She’s very pretty,” Candace said admiringly.

“Thanks, I miss her a lot” I said bashfully and I felt my face redden.

Candace regarded me with piercing blue eyes.

“I guess I should explain…” I said solemnly and recalled the sad story for her.

As I spoke about the past, my nervousness seemed to vanish. Candace’s complete attention was focused on me and it bolstered my confidence. But, as I neared the end, my lower lip quivered with emotion and tears pooled in my eyes. All the stored overwrought feelings of the last few days tumbled out of my psyche.

Candace held me in her sinewy arms as I bawled.

“Thanks for rescuing me,” I stated in a blubbering but very grateful way.

“You would have done the same for me,” she said in an emotion filled voice.

Slowly I regained some self control but the indescribably erotic feeling of Candace’s hard body against mine was intoxicating. Involuntarily, I nuzzled against her silky neck and gave it a light but sensual peck.

Candace pulled back and regarded me with a mixture of wonder and curiosity. For the first time, I held her unwavering gaze without fear or shyness.

“Julie…I…ah…” She stammered.

The sudden musical ring of my cell phone startled us. As I spoke with my best friend Becky, Candace took the tea tray to the kitchen with an amused expression on her face. Becky had just heard about my accident and wanted to visit later that day.

Before Candace returned, an overwhelming sensation of fatigue took hold of me and I lay back on the pillows with half closed eyes. Little did I realize that my body was still in recovery mode and required lots of rest. “Julie, you ok?” she asked with concern.

“I’m kinda sleepy,” I said in a dreamy voice.

Candace sat next me and took my hand in hers.

“Oh, your hands are cold,” she stated with worry and brought them up to her warm cheek.

It was an endearing gesture that made me smile as I drifted toward slumber.

I woke to the sight of Becky sitting next to my bed, reading a magazine.

“What time is it?” I asked in a croaking voice.

“Almost 4 o’clock; I never thought you’d wake up,” Becky stated with exasperation.

“Where’s Candace?” I inquired innocently.

“The big blonde girl? She left an hour ago when I showed up,” Becky stated in a matter of fact tone.

Slowly I roused myself and after a quick trip to the bathroom, recounted my near demise at the pool.

“You mean the girl that was here…ah…what’s her name?” she fumbled for the word.

“Candace,” I said finishing her thought.

“She’s the one that saved your sorry ass?” Becky asked in amazement.

“Yeah,” I answered in a dreamy voice.

“Shit! She could rescue me any day,” Becky crowed.

During her first year at college, Becky had several same sex encounters and was now admittedly bi sexual.

Long before Becky confided in me about her sexuality, we became the best of friends. She was the outspoken extrovert while I was conservative and quiet. Surely an odd couple but the chemistry was right for an enduring friendship.

Becky was staring at me with a very curious but intense look.

“You like her!” she crowed excitedly.

“Oh…ah…I…yeah, she’s very nice?” I stuttered trying lamely to deflect the real meaning.

“Bullshit Jule! You know damn well what I’m saying,” she stated with annoyance.

I’m sure my face was beet red from her revelation. But, it was useless trying to con Becky.

“Fuck Jule, it finally happened to you,” she said like some wise mystic with a broad grin on her attractive face.

Most of the time, I spoke freely with Becky. I knew in my heart that we shared a sisterly bond but on this matter, I was completely tongue tied.

“Beck…I…ah…you see…” I stammered like some drooling fool with downcast eyes.

“…and you need some advice,” she stated completing my sentence.

I slowly brought my gaze up to meet hers.

“In some ways, it’s a heck of a lot better than being with a guy,” she said with first hand knowledge.

“It is?” I asked sounding like a total twit.

“Jesus girl, I can see this isn’t going to be easy,” she said with mild frustration.

My undivided attention was focused on Becky.

“For one thing, we, us girls I mean, know what and where it feels good. We’re softer and if I say so myself, we smell better!” She exclaimed with a laughing face.

Becky was right about the smell. The fragrance from Candace’s body fueled my sexual yearning.

“Plus, once a girl goes down on you…Oh sweet Jesus!” she said with religious fervor, then broke out in song.

“Nothin could be finer than her lickin my vagina in the mornin…” she sang in a happy voice.

Normally explicit talk of this nature would make me blush but my comfort level was so high with Becky that I was beginning to feel hot and bothered instead.

In spite of my reserved demeanor, I was no stranger to sex. In fact, at the age of fifteen, I discovered I was downright horny.

Although I was officially a virgin, I explored the carnal pleasures of the flesh starting in a big way during senior year of high school.

It progressed from the typical hot make out sessions, to groping and finally oral pleasure. For my eighteenth birthday, my boyfriend Salvatore or Sal, treated me to dinner at my favorite restaurant and afterward we went to a teen dance club until midnight.

Sal was the intelligent, sensitive type with the added bonus of a great body. A real Italian Stallion. I was routinely giving him head without any thought of reciprocation.

On my birthday night we were parked in our usual spot at lovers’ lane when Sal kissed down my chest until his lips engulfed a nipple. He absolutely loved sucking my tits and my pussy would cream from his energetic lips.

My body was aflame from Sal’s talented sucking but instead of sitting up to receive his blow job, he was unzipping my jeans and pulling them down my legs.

Before I had a chance to react, Sal did a face plant on my silky undies and mouthed my pussy. An incredible feeling of lust spread through my body and I squirmed in anticipation. Slowly and seductively my panties slid down my legs and the cool night air gave me goose bumps.

I could hear Sal’s labored breathing when a warm breath blew gently across my furry mound. I sighed deeply with pleasure and acceptance of the act to come.

Sal looked up at me with an expression of pure lust as I spread my legs wide for him. His first few licks were hesitant and exploratory but he quickly got into a rhythm. Over time, and with my help, Sal became very proficient in the art of cunnilingus and I craved it on a regular basis.

“Yo Jule, pay attention,” Becky said loudly snapping me out of my daydream.

My pussy was quivering from my recollections of Sal.

“I see you’re getting into the spirit of things,” she said in a naughty tone and pointed at my chest.

My nipples were hard and poking mightily against my T shirt.

“So are you,” I said in a spirited voice and pointed to her boobs.

Becky and I had slender builds with excellent muscle tone but that’s were the similarities ended. She was blonde with mischievous green eyes and although her breasts were bigger, the nipples were like two pink kisses.

“Where was I…oh…and most important, no fear of pregnancy,” she said with scholarly assurance.

“Ok but what…I mean how do I…” I was stammering again.

“…get things started,” she said finishing my question once more.

As Becky pondered my question, my crotch was twitching and damp from the sexually charged atmosphere.

“God, I need some relief!” my mind screamed at me.

Whenever I was boyfriendless, as was the case at that time, I diddled myself frequently.

With Becky lost in thought, my hand spontaneously snuck into my panties. My slit was creaming and it lubricated a finger lazily stroking up and down.

“Umm…hmm…umm,” I quietly moaned as a slimy digit slid over my clit.

“Jule!” Becky cried when she noticed my illicit action and although it startled me, I was powerless to stop.

As I closed my eyes, my fingers picked up speed and squishing noises filled the air. I was masturbating in front of my best friend, a first for us but long overdue.

Becky pulled the bed sheet down until my strumming hand buried in my undies came into view.

“Oh…umm…umm,” I moaned louder in a breathless voice.

Suddenly, I found the panties too confining and whipped them down my legs. With my legs spread and Becky’s eyes glued to my pussy, I frigged myself with abandon.

I noticed that Becky’s face had a hungry look and was gradually moving lower toward my sloppy sex. When it was scant inches away, I stopped my furiously working fingers and pushed my throbbing pussy onto her lips.

Any sense of morality or decorum that I possessed flew right out the window as Becky’s tongue lapped me intensely but gently.

“Ooh…oh Beck…ah…umm,” I panted out loud.

With the sounds of slurping and sucking resonating in the room, I threw my legs over Becky’s shoulders when she took hold of my butt. She was right, nothing could be finer.

“Goddamn Beck!” I cried out and grabbed fistfuls of bed sheet as my pussy pulsated with intense sensations.

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