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The Human Condition Ch. 11

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I left Joe turning slowly on the tire swing and walked into our shared home office and logged onto the Internet to check my email.

Yeah, I admit it; I’m hooked. Funny when you know that I made fun of Joe when he first got so caught up in the Net. I never even had a screen name until a few years ago. Amazing when you realize that I’ve been using computers for my work since the late 80’s. Or maybe that was the reason. After all that tedious crap, I just couldn’t figure out how they could be any damn fun.

But Joe finally convinced me to at least try and pretty soon I found myself addicted. I try to control it, and only do the whole cyberspace surfing, games, music, hi to my good friend, Eddie in New Zealand, one or two nights a week. But email doesn’t count and I find myself checking compulsively, deleting spam and looking for messages from people I probably wouldn’t even keep in contact with, if it weren’t for the Net.

Joe came up behind me and looked over my shoulder. “Anything interesting?”

“The Men’s Institute of Lucerne says they can guarantee to make my penis grow by 30% in just seven days.”

“Big deal,” Joe snorted and slid his hands around my waist. “I can make it bigger than that in just 5 minutes.” And as if to prove it, he slid his hands under the waistband of my shorts.

God was I tempted, but I sighed and stepped back away from his talented hands. “Much as I’d like to see you make good on that, we’ll have to leave it for later. We should get our gear together, they’ll be here any minute.”

Joe groaned. “Does it make me sound like a shit if I say I wish we could get out of this?”

I shook my head no. Because honestly – I felt exactly the same way. Last night and this morning had been so nice, so peaceful. Joe and me – alone, no family, no friends, no commitments to anything, but each other. It had been too long since we’d been this selfish and one night and a morning hadn’t been nearly enough to make me happy.

“Listen,” Joe said. “Let’s plan a long weekend for July, just us.”

I grinned, I’d been wondering when he was going to try and work this in. “When?”

“Um, the twenty fourth?”

I shot him a look and noticed his flushed cheeks. If you were to ask him, Joe would deny having a romantic bone in his body. But it wasn’t me that always seemed to magically plan something special for us on our self proclaimed anniversary.

I frowned like I was thinking about it. Actually I always kept that whole week free, just in case

“Sounds good,” I finally shrugged, pretending I didn’t know what this whole deal was really about – because that is how we play this game. “It’s a date.”

“Cool,” he grinned. “And I know just where we can go.”

“And where might that be?”

“Well, Lucy told me she wasn’t renting the carriage house this summer…”

I laughed. “Don’t you think we’re a little young to start taking trips down memory lane?”

Joe growled and pulled me to him. “Fuck memory lane, all I know is there’s no phone and nobody would ever think to look for us there.”

Which was bullshit and we both knew it. Before we’d leave, we’d give Lucy’s number to half a dozen people and then we’d still take our cell phones and at least one back up pager. But it was a nice gesture, going back to our first home together. And if it turned out anything like our first weekend their together, both of us would be very satisfied…

July 25, 1989

I thought I was dreaming. Joe was leaning over me, grinning his Cheshire cat smile. The sun was shining through the windows and backlit him so his tan skin glowed. I smiled. I liked this dream! But when I closed my eyes again to keep it going, it was his voice that spoke to me.

“No way you bum! You do not sleep when I’m starving. Get your ass out of bed so we can get some food.”

My eyes flew open. God, it wasn’t a dream. Then it all came back to me; everything about the night before. I opened my mouth to speak, but Joe waylaid that idea by kissing me.

“Good morning!” He laughed. “How are you this bright and beautiful morning?” He knelt by the side of the bed and propped his head on his hands.

“Jesus Christ!” I whispered hoarsely. “When did you turn into Susie Sunshine?”

“Today, just now,” he kissed me again and tried to stick his tongue in my mouth, but I pushed him away.

“Hey, no fair,” I grumbled. “You already brushed.”

“Yup,” he agreed amiably. “And showered and shaved.” I noticed then he was only wearing a towel. “Now get your ass out of bed so we can go get something to eat.”

“With what?”

“Huh?”

“No car, remember? That’s why I had to pick you up with Lucy’s. And I know she has plans today, so I can’t borrow it again.”

“Oh,” Joe sat back on his heels and thought about it for a minute. “Well, go get prettied up anyway. I’ll figure something out.”

He kissed me again hard and fast, and then stood quickly and went to look in the fridge. I could have told him he was wasting his time, but I was too busy admiring his ass and wondering how edirne escort long his good mood was going to last.

Not that I was complaining. Shit, it was a relief. I’d been half worried that this morning might have been awkward. Joe wouldn’t be the first guy who regretted deeds done in the dark of night.

Oh well, I shrugged and stood and only then remembered my hard-on that was no doubt making it’s usual morning appearance. I looked down. Yup.

“Are you up yet?” Joe turned away from the empty fridge where he’d been squatting.

Since he didn’t bother to stand, this put him in direct line of sight with my cock. I watched as he flushed, but that seemed to be the only evidence that my display might be having any effect on him. In fact, his eyes were cool and appraising, and when they finally lifted to meet mine, there was humor in them as well.

“Yeah, I guess you are,” was all he said, and then he smiled and turned back to the kitchen to root through the cupboards.

Yup, I thought, he is adjusting nicely. It appeared that now that Joe had finally made his decision he wasn’t going to waste any time pretending otherwise. I smiled to myself, as I remembered again how he’d been last night in bed when we made love for the first time – and the second – and the third. Nah, he wasn’t wasting any time.

I shuffled to the bathroom and started the shower running. Then after staring at it a minute, I turned it off again. On second thought, I had a better idea. Instead, I shaved and brushed my teeth, and took care of the rest of my preparations for whatever the day might bring. I didn’t dress though. I wasn’t sure what Joe was thinking of doing, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to discourage any possibilities.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and went into the main room. Unfortunately Joe had not only rummaged through my kitchen cupboards, but had also taken a minute to throw on a pair of jeans. Well damn! I sighed and went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of sweats. It was probably for the best, at least comfort wise, but I was still disappointed.

Joe was at the stove cooking something that smelled great though where the hell he’d found real food in my kitchen was anybody’s guess. I walked up behind him and peaked over his shoulder.

“Mmmm, smells wonderful, what the fuck is it?”

“Corned beef hash. You had a can of it in the cupboard.”

I shrugged. “If you say so, my mom always sends that kind of crap with me whenever I go home. Most of the time I never even look at it.”

“Obviously,” he said dryly. “I think I unpacked this when you moved in.”

“I doubt it,” I snorted, as I grabbed some plates and silverware for the table. “The way I remember it, the only thing you unpacked was the pizza.”

I sat down and watched as Joe split the hash onto our plates, then went back to the stove and grabbed another pan and walked back over. He used a spoon to carefully scoop up a white gelatinous mass that wiggled alarmingly as he slid it onto the pile of hash on my plate.

“That’s disgusting.”

“It is not. It’s a poached egg and it’s good for you.”

“Whatever you say Felix.”

It took him a second, but he finally got The Odd Couple reference. “Asshole.” He slid the remaining egg on his plate and sat down to eat.

I watched as he took a bite and then closed his eyes in appreciation. Suddenly, I forgot about being hungry. I was too busy staring at Joe to worry about something as mundane as food. Joe, who was here, with me, this morning – full of jokes and smart-ass comments – sitting across from me at this table, eating my food – things we’d done a hundred times before. It was all so familiar, so normal, and yet, everything had changed.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked. I focused on his eyes and watched as he got a little flustered, and I felt my heart flip over in my chest when I realized that I could make him blush like that.

“Eat your breakfast,” his tone was gruff, but I could see the smile playing around the edges of his mouth. “It’s getting cold.”

Obediently I took a bite. “Hey,” I looked at Joe, “this is really good.”

He shrugged, but he smiled.

“I had no idea you could cook.”

“This is not cooking,” Joe snorted. “This is opening a can. But yes, now that you ask, I’m a pretty fair cook. I just never lived any place where I needed to show it off before.”

The coffee maker had been chugging away this whole time, but now it gave a loud gasp to tell me it was done. I went over and fetched us both a cup.

“So that’s what you’re planning on, living here?” I was teasing, but he answered half seriously.

“If you’ll have me,” Joe smiled, but in back of his eyes was a little flicker of uncertainty.

He had nothing to worry about. The thought of him living anywhere else had never even occurred to me.

“Well, let’s make it for a trial period, shall we? Like the next 50 years or so?” I raised my eyebrows questioningly.

Joe grinned happily. “It’s a deal.”

I escort edirne lapped up the last of the hash. “But you have to cook.”

“Hey, I thought this was supposed to be an equal partnership?”

“You,” I went over and grabbed his empty plate. “Were misinformed.”

I went over to the sink and filled the dishpan and gave it a squirt of soap. Joe brought the rest of the dirty pots and pans over to me.

“You wash, I dry?” He said.

I turned off the water and carefully dried my hands. Then I turned to him and wrapped my arms around him. I waited a minute to see what his reaction would be. He just grinned.

“No, they soak and we ignore,” then I added suggestively. “I have other plans for us.”

“Oh really?” Joe tried to sound sexy but his eyes told me he was still a little nervous. Sure we might have sucked each other’s cocks the night before – several times. But daylight was different. And we both knew it.

“Uh huh,” I pushed myself closer to him and twisted around so his back was pressing into the sink.

I pressed my groin to his and was gratified by the little lurch I felt under the worn denim of his jeans. I rotated my ass and ground in a little harder.

“Sweet Jesus,” he purred. “If this is the plan, then I’m all for it.”

“Only the beginning,” I murmured into the ear I was nibbling.

Joe stretched his neck to give my mouth more room to work and laughed softly. “Goody. Shall we retire to the bedroom?” He waved his hand in the direction of my, no our bed.

I pulled back and looked at him. “I think I have a better idea.”

I ignored his questioning look and slid my hand around the waistband of his jeans. I watched as his grin changed to a puzzled expression, as I didn’t take the opportunity to grab him, but rather, turned my back and pulled him by his pants towards the bathroom.

When we got to the doorway I turned back towards him. “You still owe me a shampoo.”

Light dawned in Joe’s eyes and then they darkened as the suggestion took hold in his mind. Now it was his turn to pull me towards him and his kiss was fierce.

“You’re right, and this time, I plan on finishing what I started.”

His hands slid down over my ass and he pushed my sweats over my rump until gravity took over and they fell into a pile at my feet. I returned the favor by using both my hands to unsnap his jeans. Then looking at his face, I watched every click of the teeth register as I slowly lowered his zipper.

We were still in the doorway, but now we both moved to go into the bathroom at once and…

“Damn!” Joe laughed as our shoulders got stuck in the doorframe. “Are you sure we can both fit in here?” He pointed to the room in general and the shower specifically.

“Trust me, we can fit,” I assured him. “We just have to turn in unison and make sure not to make any sudden moves.” I gently pushed him into the room. “And we have to be willing to be close – very, very close.”

“Mmmm, I like the sound of that,” Joe practically purred.

I turned on the shower and then, knowing the limitations of my water heater, didn’t waste any time stepping in and dragging my boy with me. The feeling of his naked and suddenly wet skin caused a shiver to run through me even though the water had already reached it’s optimum heat. Joe was behind me and he snaked his hands around my chest and squeezed me to him.

“I guess there is something to be said for small spaces,” he murmured into my ear and then gently bit down on my lobe.

“Oh yeah!” I moaned happily.

Reluctantly he let go and reached for the shampoo and filled his palm with a big dollop. A second later he began kneading my scalp. I bent my head back as far as I could and let him show off his specialty. The last time he’d tried this, I’d been too tense to fully appreciate how talented he was, but now I could feel my muscles relax as he worked the suds through my hair.

“You know,” Joe whispered. “I used to dream about doing this when I was in Italy. Some nights I’d wake up and I could swear I could feel your hair tangled in my fingers. I love how it’s so silky, and how the ends get all twisted and curly around my fingers.”

That surprised me a little. I was still wearing my hair down to my shoulders and I’d been half expecting Joe to make some smartass comment about that.

“You still have it long, I see,” there was that mind reading trick of his again.

I sighed ostentatiously. “Okay, I give up. I’ll cut it.”

Hey, I was in love with the guy. He liked my hair short. If cutting it would make him happy, then I could make the sacrifice. And if the truth be told, I was getting tired of frogging around with it, though I wasn’t going to tell him that.

“Don’t do it on my account,” Joe said.

Huh? “I thought you hated it so much?” I struggled to turn around until we were facing each other.

Joe grinned sheepishly. “Well, um, yeah – I said that…”

I looked at him until a dull red stain showed on both of his cheeks. “You edirne escort bayan shit!” I said as the light dawned. “Are you telling me you actually liked it all this time?”

“Look,” he pulled my head back under the water and started to rinse – mainly, I’m sure – so I wouldn’t be able to look at him anymore. “I told you I was a liar. This was one of those things I lied about.”

I grabbed him and pushed him back against the wall and then leaned in. “So what’s the truth here? How do you really feel about my hair?”

“It’s okay,” he laughed, but he wasn’t looking at me.

“Just okay, huh?” I got my face right into his and arched an eyebrow. “I’m supposed to believe that?”

“Yeah, it’s… nice,” Joe waggled his own eyebrows back at me.

“Nice? That’s all you can say, nice?” I upped the ante by sliding a hand over his chest until I felt a nipple. I slid the nub between two fingers and lightly squeezed.

Joe’s face immediately showed how much he liked that. “Umph! Okay, okay, I think it’s hot.”

“And so you don’t want me to cut it off?” I rotated my palm, lightly twisting his nipple.

“Oh God,” Joe sighed and pressed his rapidly filling cock into mine. “Don’t cut your hair – don’t change a thing.”

“K,” abruptly I stepped back and Joe almost whimpered. He may have been one of the slowest starters the world had ever seen, but now that he’d finally cleared the gate, the boy was putting his all into it.

I handed Joe a washcloth. “But your punishment for lying before, is you have to wash me.”

I could tell by the expression on his face that Joe didn’t think I was exactly a tough disciplinarian. He grabbed the soap and started to lather me up. After a couple of minutes, I wondered who was torturing whom here. He’d foregone using the cloth and was only using his talented hands on my slippery skin. He was very thorough, exploring every crack and cranny. It wasn’t too long before our two rods were doing a sparing match that was going to end in both of them going down for the count if we didn’t call an end to the round soon.

“Turn around,” Joe’s voice was husky. “I need to do your back.” I was pretty sure he wasn’t just talking about washing it either.

I turned, but slowly. This may sound stupid, but for the first time I realized that Joe might be ready for something more than a blowjob, and it was not an altogether happy thought. Like I’d said before, I hadn’t had anything in my ass since Elliot – before that, if you meant anything even approaching consensual sex. Even with Kevin and Saul, I’d noticed how careful they were around my backside, barely touching it, which had been okay with me. Yes, I wanted it again and of course I’d dreamed it would be with Joe, but I’d never considered it would happen so soon.

Funny, I’d been so concerned about his being at ease, I’d never thought about my own issues. Now it seemed that maybe it wasn’t him that was going to back away, but me.

“Joe, I…”

“Shhhh,” his hand stroked my back and chuckled. “I just want to explore another side of you.”

I relaxed a little and let my senses take over. I shivered as I felt his fingers brush the small of my back and then linger over one of my globes. He was delicate as he touched my surface with the soft soapy pads of his fingers, tracing skin and the muscle underneath. It tickled and yet at the same time it seemed to leave trails of fire that burned just under my surface. I realized I’d spread my legs and leaned up against the wall, shoving my ass further and further up in invitation.

So, I thought, through the haze of heat, love really does overcome all obstacles.

Joe’s hand stilled as he came to the raised and angry looking welt at the top of my hip. The rest of my ordeal might be just becoming a hazy memory, but Elliot had left me with a permanent reminder by way of a six inch scar that puckered and pulled and itched like crazy, deep down where no amount of scratching could reach. Gently I felt Joe’s fingers trace the jagged edge.

“It’s okay,” I whispered. “The doc says it will take a while, but it should get better in time and if not, I can have surgery done to take out the extra scar tissue.”

Joe didn’t say a word. Instead he moved in closer and wrapped his arms around me. His cock slipped between my legs and I sighed as I felt it slide into my hot crack. I thrust back as he slid forward and the feeling was so exquisite my knees almost buckled.

“Oh God,” I gasped. “That feels so damn wonderful.”

“I’ll never let anyone hurt you again,” Joe’s voice was fierce, almost savage and I wondered how he much of that was a promise to me and how much was an acknowledgement of his own failings. At any rate, it wasn’t something I was willing to pursue in the shower.

“Joe,” I whimpered. “Right now the only thing I’m really interested in is that you’ve got your cock between my legs and it feels damn good! So do me a favor and just shut up and let me enjoy the moment.”

He squeezed me hard and then chuckled. “Okay, you have a point,” and to prove it he thrust hips into me making me groan again. “How much hot water do we have left?”

The question brought me back to the real world. I stood upright and turned to face him. “Not enough,” I agreed sadly. Much as I was suddenly sure I was ready for Joe to fuck me, I didn’t want it to end up being a race against a cold shower.

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Chastity’s Lessons Ch. 03

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Chastity had returned to Jeremy the very next day, eager for her next lesson… and her hot little pussy was eager for some more of his black cock. To her delight, he’d had something new to show her immediately, stripping her down and laying her down in their clearing, instead of fucking her immediately he straddled her head with his large black thighs and lowered his mouth to her already wet pussy. Above her head his dick and balls bobbed like fruit, and she opened her mouth to smoothly receive the long dark snake between her pretty pink lips.

“Mmmm…” she hummed along its length, feeling delirious with sexual fervor, not only was his dick pressing deep into her throat, but at the exact same time he was playing with her dripping pussy! It felt delicious… the way his tongue laved between her pussy lips, his fingers dipping into her juicy hole… she let out another moan, and her suction on his cock increased as he pushed a slick finger into her asshole.

Jeremy grinned into the pink pussy as the little white girl squirmed underneath him, his dick buried in her mouth… he enjoyed looking at his dark finger pushing into her virgin asshole, burying itself between two pale white asscheeks. Damn she was a hot little bitch. Squirming underneath him, her mouth hungrily swallowed his dick as he licked around her pussy and asshole, fingers busy inside both of the tight orifices… he liked the way she wriggled whenever his tongue slid around her swollen clit.

The way she was sucking on his cock was making him crazy, he could slide all the way down into her throat, feeling her lips almost touch his groin before her body would spasm beneath him, gagging on his length. Pulling her entire clit into his mouth, he gave it a quick suck, and could feel the vibrations along his cock as she cried out beneath him in pleasure. Then he pulled off of her and grinned at her astonished expression.

“Come here and climb on honey,” he told her as he lay on his back in the clearing, long dark cock sticking up in the air. Chastity’s eyes got big and round as she realized that he wanted her to slide herself down that thick pole, somehow that was an idea much more daunting adana escort than having him in control.

Gingerly she straddled his waist, her pale spread thighs looking very small next to his large, dark, muscular body. Putting both hands on his chest for balance, Chastity rubbed his cock-head along her pussy lips, Jeremy holding the monster shlong steady for her. It wasn’t hard to find the hole, but she found that she was so tight – even though she was sopping wet – that it was kind of hard to push him in.

“oooOOOOO” she groaned as she tried to sit down on his cock, shuddering at how big he felt… somehow she felt much smaller than when she’d been spread underneath him the day before.

“It’s sore,” she whimpered, looking down at her “teacher”.

“Then let me help you,” he said, grinned up at her. Letting go of his dick – with its head lodged inside her tight pussy it didn’t really need the help right now anyway – he put both his large hands on her pale waist, and thrust upwards hard while pulling down on her hips. Chastity’s eyes popped open as half his cock shoved inside of her, and she let out a little wail of pain and pleasure, her thighs automatically spreading even more to loosen herself up.

Leaning forward, her hands fell to either side of his body as her soft breasts pressed against his chest, and she found herself looking straight at his dark shoulder with its darker black wiry hairs, while his cock continued to push its way into her body. Even though she was on top, she didn’t feel in control at all at the moment. Jeremy lifted her up again and forced her back down, gravity helping as she slid further down his cock, her pussy opening up and stretching for the big log as her mouth made a perfect “o”, back straining as her legs quivered.

“That’s it little white girl,” Jeremy grinned as he lifted her again, her tight pussy pulling at him as she slid up, “Take my big black cock!” and he shoved Chastity down again, hips lifting up to push all the way into her tight, wet hole.

She felt like a rag doll on top of him as he started thrusting in and out of her, the new position making eskişehir escort his body rub against her swollen clit more than usual, and she found her hips moving back against him as he stretched her pussy over and over.

“Good girl,” he crooned into her blonde hair as Chastity pushed herself up a little, her pussy burning with raw need as she lifted herself a little and sank back down on his cock. It felt so big inside her, she imagined the big black thing pushing into her insides, all the way up into her belly, and she moaned as she ground down on it. Managing to push herself up onto her hands, breasts hanging seductively down over the man below, Chastity started riding him, moving slowly as he moved with her, getting used to the ache between her legs.

Big black hands covered her breasts and started squeezing the pale flesh, pinching at her pink nipples, and she moaned and shuddered, her hips moving a little faster on top of him. Arching her back, Chastity thrust her breasts at him as she started to really move on top of him, her ass grinding down against him as he filled her pussy.

“Oh god that feels good!” she cried out, her body really working now on top of him, humping him as she pushed his thick black dick in and out of her body, moving like the cock slut she was happily turning into. Chastity luxuriated in the feel of him moving in and out of her, in the fact that she was on top riding him, the way she could grind her hips against his body just the way that she liked it.

Jeremy squeezed her bouncing breasts harder, feeling them jiggle against his hands as the young blonde bounced on top of him, impaling herself on his cock over and over again. Her moans filled the clearing, and every time he pinched her pink nipples between his fingers her pussy would clench down even tighter around him. Pushing up with his hips, he could feel his dick reaching into the deepest parts of her hungry cunt.

Then he took control again. Reaching one arm around her, Jeremy pulled her forward so that she was propped up on her elbows, Chastity cried out with surprise and then moaned as this new angle sakarya escort really rubbed her clit perfectly. She pushed back against him, her breasts rubbing against his chest as she worked herself on his cock. Sliding his hand down her back and hip, Jeremy squeezed her asscheek and pulled at it a little, searching out her little asshole with his finger.

Chastity gasped as his finger began to push into her tight little second hole, this was a completely new sensation! She was already filled to the brim with his cock, and now his finger was trying to fit into her asshole! It couldn’t get in very far, but every time she pushed down on his cock she was pushing down on his finger too, she couldn’t fuck him without having him invade her ass at the same time. But it didn’t feel bad, in fact mostly it felt good; the way she felt all stretched and stuffed, and she could feel the now familiar tingling between her thighs that she knew would bring her absolute bliss.

“Oh yes Jeremy,” she moaned as his finger wormed its way further into her ass, his cock stuffing her pussy with every thrust, “Oh Jeremy… oh fuck me!”

Her teeth bit into his shoulder as she tried to muffle her scream of passion, pleasure shooting through her thighs and groin, tingling through her ass all the way to her erect nipples as they rubbed against his chest. Jeremy bucked beneath her, embedding his cock into her grasping pussy, groaning with the need to fill her with his cum…

Chastity found herself on her back again, Jeremy fisting his cock hard and fast as cum started to spurt onto her belly and breasts. Somehow that bothered her, and she sat up, opening her mouth and took the head of his dick in her mouth, sucking the white froth from him. Her own hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously as she rode the last of her orgasm, shuddering with pleasure as she swallowed his load. Groaning, Jeremy’s hands pushed on the back of her head, sliding his cock all the way into her throat as he bucked in the throes of his own orgasm.

Still sucking, Chastity’s fingers slowed between her thighs and she could see and feel Jeremy relaxing in front of her, his fingers letting go their grip on her hair and stroking the blonde strands gently.

Looking down at her as she still tongued his softening dick he smiled and said, “Good girl… you’re learning fast.”

Thrilled with the praise, Chastity glowed up at him, and didn’t release his cock from between her lips until he pulled it out himself.

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His Organ, His Seed

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This is a follow-up to “From This I Was Made,” published in the incest/taboo section 3/17/17. Reading that story first helps gain insight into this one. Both, however, can stand nicely on their own.

*

Roland King knows the drive home will take him close to a half hour, and that’s a good thing because he needs time to cool off and gather his wits about him. He knows his wife Emily will ask him why he stopped over Carrie Ann’s after work. She’ll ask this not out of suspicion but curiosity, and he better come up with a plausible answer if he wants to keep it that way. Obviously, telling the truth is no option. Telling Emily that he and their daughter made wild love wouldn’t go over too well. The shower he took over Carrie Ann’s cleansed him on the outside, washed away her lovely scent from his body. Inside, he feels less than clean. How could he feel otherwise after fucking his own daughter? Even so, he had to admit it might be the most exciting sex he ever had. He hates feeling like a pervert, yet not enough to resist another round of taboo intimacy with the sexy Carrie Ann if she is so inclined, and he has no doubt that she is.

Pulling up to his split-level home in upper-middleclass, suburban Berwyn, he’s got a ready answer for his stopover at Carrie Ann’s. It was “business related” he tells Emily upon entering the house, finding her on the stuffed white sofa in their cozy den, reading a Jacqueline Susann novel. “We needed to go over some work that we didn’t have time for in the office,” he says. He volunteers this bogus information before she even asks. She’s attired in a plain old housedress. Like Roland, she’s in her late forties, and still attractive enough to collect her share of admiring glances by men, both older and younger. She’s tall for a woman, though not as tall as her daughter, and her still young looking skin bodes well for Carrie Ann aging gracefully into middle age. Her hair, once as brown and long as Carrie Ann’s, is shorter now, shoulder length, and streaked with blond lightener. And that body, still firm and thin and the envy of her women friends sliding into middle-age sag.

He stands on the parquet floor, suit jacket slung over his shoulder, barely able to look his wife in the eye. Fishing for a diversion, he asks her about the book. “Any good?”

“Can barely put it down,” she says, crossing her legs. She looks up, hones in on his hair. “It’s not raining, is it?”

“Raining? No, why?”

She marks her place in the book and places it on her lap. Then she says, “Because your hair looks a little wet, like you’ve been out in a drizzle.”

He runs a hand through his thick, chestnut hair. “Um, so it is.” He forces a smile.

Grinning, she says, “Did you and Carrie Ann have a water gun fight or something? I remember when you two used to do that in the backyard during the summer.”

“Right,” he says, remembering very well. “Now we just lob water balloons at each other.” He forces a chuckle.

Her grin melts. “I can believe that. She was always daddy’s girl, always having more fun with you than she did with me. I’m sure you’ve become even closer since she joined the firm.” She says this more as a statement of fact than a lament.

He swallows hard. If you were more nurturing, he thinks, she’d be close to you too. “Become closer? Professionally, I suppose we have. Outside the office it’s the same.”

She nods. “Okay, well, I guess you want to take a shower. So why don’t you do that. Meanwhile, I’ll finish this chapter.” She reopens her book and begins to read.

Upstairs, he strips and jumps in the shower, his second of the evening. He’ll go to any length to allay even a hint of suspicion of what took place between himself and Carrie Ann. Any lingering scent of sex should be totally gone now, he thinks. Thoughts of Carrie Ann’s long, beautiful legs wrapped around him arouse him once again. Closing his hand around his soapy dick, he begins to stroke. He can still hear Carrie Ann’s moans ringing in his ears, can still feel her firm breasts and smooth skin, can still see her body quiver before she passed out. It doesn’t take long for him to ejaculate into the soothing jets of warm water.

Just as he steps from the shower, the door opens and there stands Emily, fully in the buff. “That book makes me very horny, Roland,” she says, spreading her legs and rubbing her pussy. “There’s more steam on one page than there is in this bathroom. I know that Jacqueline Susann isn’t exactly your cup of tea. But if you ever read her, you’ll know what I mean. So, can you do me?” She reaches out and wraps her hand around his now limp dick. “I want this, Roland. So stiffen up, baby.”

He looks her over wearing a smile of shame. If only he had known, he would have saved that second orgasm for his wife while still fantasizing about his daughter. Alas, he didn’t and now he’s running on empty, unable to perform three times in as many hours as he once did. He knows he’s faced with two choices: make up an excuse or try denizli escort to “do” Emily another way. It’s been a few weeks since they last made love, a quickie on the living room rug right before they left the house to meet another couple for dinner. She’d be in a sour mood for days if he rejected her, creating the sort of tension that can make for some very unpleasant domestic relations.

Grabbing a towel, he says, “I’ll meet you in the bedroom, dear.”

“Don’t take too long,” she says, then shuts the door on her way out.

Well, there’s always my tongue, he thinks while drying his hair. He’s gotten her off that way before. The problem, though, is that she wants his dick—now, not later—something she just made perfectly clear.

When he enters the room, she’s on her side, clutching the sheet to her chest, a warm, seductive smile creasing her lips. He slips under the covers and pulls her toward him. Engaging her in a long smooch, he figures, will buy him some time. Making out like this came so naturally during the honeymoon phase of their marriage. Now, it’s a rare thing, supplanted by quick pecks on the lips or mouth, mechanical and routine. That quickie they had on the rug was rarer still, a spontaneous thing driven by a mutual explosion of lust, the epitome of perfect timing.

He’s still limp when he slides down between her legs. He never liked doing this with Emily. Her pussy, no matter what she did, always had a less than pleasant odor, far from the sweet-musty fragrance of her daughter’s. Still, he goes to work, buying time, hoping he can get her off this way. He rubs his dick against the mattress, trying his best for a third hurrah. Her groans and thoughts of Carrie Ann do something, though still not enough for him to perform. Ready or not, she’s crying for him to enter her, and not just with his tongue. The music has arrived and now he has little choice but to face it.

He moves up between her legs, supporting himself on his arms. He feels a sense of desperation flapping his barely hard cock against her wet pussy, hoping for a minor miracle. He sucks on her nipples, kisses her tummy, tugs on his cock. Nothing. “I’m trying, Emily, I’m sincerely trying,” he says.

She grunts in frustration. “Well, try harder, Roland, because I need that dick of yours. Ram it home like you did on the rug that time.”

Roland knows this will never work. In addition to being out of gas, he’s now saddled with performance anxiety. He’s had it before, knows the futility of “trying” to get an erection. Trying harder only makes things worse. He leans over and kisses her on the mouth. “I’m sorry, Emily. Guess it just isn’t my night.”

She slaps her hand over her forehead, shakes her head and breaths out a hot breath of frustration. “It figures, tonight of all nights. What did you do, jerk off multiple times today? It’s either that or you fucked someone else or you’ve suddenly developed a case of erectile dysfunction.” She sits up and shakes her head in disgust.

He sits on the edge of the bed, arms crossed against his chest. “You know better than that. I was in court in the morning, office in the afternoon and then over Carrie Ann’s, not counting the time we shared a beer at Brannon’s. And yes, okay, I jerked off in the shower. Had I known you were in the mood, I’d have jumped your bones right on the sofa.” Pause. “Give me another twenty-four hours to recharge. Then I’ll screw you silly.”

She nods. “Twenty-four hours…Roland, that sounds like an eternity to me right now. But okay, twenty-four hours it is. Assuming, of course, that I’LL be in the mood. Meanwhile, I’ll use my trusty machine. She’s always in the mood.”

He watches as she heads for the bathroom. He hears her close the door and then the whining sound of her vibrator, pleasing her in a way that tonight he can’t.

*****

Carrie Ann isn’t totally free of the moral ambiguity that Roland finds himself in. Still, it isn’t enough to quell her desire for an encore, then to dream up scenarios, hot, incredibly erotic and more incredibly naughty. Of course, the taboo factor ramps up her desire even more. Just thinking of engaging in office sex is enough to make her wet. She laughs to herself picturing how Lester Sullivan and Stephen Cromwell, two of the firm’s partners, might react if she tried to seduce them. Like Roland, they’re both middle-age and married. And, like Roland, they shoot her lustful glances, looking almost comical in their awkward efforts to be discreet.

Putting that idea slide, she focuses on getting Roland to share her fantasy. “Dad, maybe we could do something in the office,” she tells him less than a week later while walking the few blocks from their downtown office to the Circuit Court carrying brief cases and dressed in their professional attire. “You know, screw on the desk or something.”

Roland glances around, conscious of would-be eavesdroppers on the crowded sidewalk. “You don’t feel guilty diyarbakır escort about last week?”

“Not really.” Pause. “Well, maybe a little. But, as I told you, we’re still decent people who have this mutual overwhelming sexual attraction, not to mention mutual love.”

“Who just happen to be father and daughter, with the former still married to the latter’s mom.”

“Point well taken, Mr. Chairman.” She looks around when they stop at a crosswalk. Then she says, “Dad, look, we can cease and desist if you’d like. But my gut tells me that our temptation levels are nearly parallel, that you want me as much as I want you.”

“Okay, you got me,” he says as the light changes and they begin to cross the street. “Your gut is right. I can’t deny how exciting the prospect of doing office sex sounds. Only we’ll need to do it when your mom isn’t so horny.” He fills her in on his failure to perform.

She laughs. “Maybe you can hide that Jacqueline Susanne novel the day we decide to indulge. Then she won’t be so horny.”

*****

That day comes the following week after Sullivan and Cromwell head home, leaving Roland and Carrie Ann by themselves. They hadn’t talked about it further since the week before, and Carrie Ann senses that it won’t happen unless she initiates it. Roland is putting on his dark blue suit jacket to leave when she says, “So, did you hide that book yet?”

Roland looks at her curiously. “Book?”

“The Jacqueline Susanne novel.”

He chuckles. “Actually, I think she finished it.”

“Great. Then maybe we could, you know, do what we talked about.” She sits on the edge of her big walnut desk and hikes her skirt halfway up her thighs, long and smooth and now slightly tanned from being outdoors in the early June sun.

He stands by his own desk and stares. “Your mom expects me home for dinner. On time.”

She bends her knee, resting her heel on the desktop. “It’s a cliché, I know, but call, tell her you’re working late in the office. Won’t be a complete lie, you know.” She winks.

He keeps his eyes glued to her red panties, clearly visible through her pantyhose. He hesitates, then dials his home number on the office landline, leaving a message when it goes into voicemail. After slipping off his suit jacket, he approaches her. “This is really bad behavior. You know that, right?”

“Ah, but so irresistible.” She puts her leg down, slides off the desk and embraces him. “Ohmygod, dad, you haven’t even touched me yet and already I’m soaked.”

He slides his hand up her skirt and then shoves it inside her panties. “Whew! You are that.”

She reaches back, unclips her hair and then shakes it until it falls below her shoulders. Then she kicks off her heels and hikes up her skirt to her waist. “I’ll let you do the honors,” she tells him.

“Honors?”

“Peeling off my pantyhose and then my knickers, as the Brits call them. Let’s just hope I don’t drip all over the office carpet.”

He pushes his thumbs inside her panties and pulls them down in one fluid motion. Not waiting for her to do the “honors” on him, he steps out of his black wingtips. Then he loosens his belt, kicks off his dress pants and throws off his Hanes boxer shorts.

Wrapping her hand around his fully erect cock, she says, “Geeze, dad, looks like you’ve done the work for me.” Even so, she stoops down and takes his sex in her mouth. A few strokes into it, she opens her blouse, unsnaps her bra and tosses it aside.

The sight of her doing this, with her skirt hiked up around her waist and her boobs hanging out her open blouse, sends him into erotic overdrive. “Keep this up and you’ll make me shoot my wad before I even enter you,” he says. Placing his hands under her armpits, he pulls her up and onto the desk. Spreading her legs, he leans over to return the favor, reveling in the now familiar sweet-musky fragrance as he lances his tongue through the wetness of her hot pussy and swollen clit.

“Ohmygod, oh my,” she cries, flat on her back across the desk, eyes closed, lost in the moment. “You’ve become quite adept at this.”

So adept that it takes but a couple minutes before her heavy breathing morphs into cries of uninhibited joy under the dizzying, pulsating sensations of her climax. The room, with its classy wood-paneled walls and fancy office furniture, seems to spin when he pulls her off the desk and into his arms. “You came, I take it,” he says glibly.

She shakes her head to clear it and steps back. “Is the pope Catholic? Hell yeah I came! And I plan to come again once you put your wonderful appendage in me.” Taking his hand, she leads him over to a black leather sofa. She throws her blouse off but keeps her skirt on, hiked up and bunched around her waist. After hopping on the sofa on all fours, she says, “So do it! Fill my hot, hungry pussy. Make me come again.”

Standing to his full height of six-three, he slips his “wonderful appendage” antalya escort into her and then begins to move in a discernible rhythm, a slow start with fits of acceleration, filling the room with little sound but her loud moans and the whiplash crackle of flesh slapping against flesh. Standing behind her affords him a different view from the one he had doing missionary—the lovely contour of her firm butt and the gentle curved sweep of her back, with strands of her silky brown locks covering much of it. Even from this angle, he can smell the sweet fragrance of her skin, soft and blemish-free save for a few tiny moles.

“Give it to me, dad, give it to me,” she orders in tone and cadence that might make a drill sergeant proud. “Ohmygod, oh lord. You’re cock is driving me insane, absolutely, fucking insane!

As if he isn’t high enough, her “dialogue” takes his libido to stratospheric heights. So far, he’s resisted the urge to climax, savoring every morsel of this special time. He knows climax is a bit of a misnomer anyway, for the orgasm is really a kind of anti-climax, the thing that drops precipitously within seconds as opposed to the relatively long wave of the buildup. Pleasure delayed is pleasure multiplied exponentially as he learns in spasms of gratification, explosive and superb.

“Not yet, don’t pull out yet,” she pleads, on the edge of O number two. “I’m almost there.”

He stretches his focus, somehow finds the will to stay in long enough through the tingling, semi-painful aftershocks for her to get “there.”

They both collapse on the sofa in each other’s arms, hugging and smooching, their bodies hot and sweaty, adding sweet sweat to the olfactory mix—the distinctive, pungent smell of sex on fresh leather. “If only Lester and Stephen could see us now,” she says. “Guess we’ll need to wipe this down before we leave.”

“Lester and Stephen might want you for themselves,” he says, reaching for the disinfectant wipes. “Your mom, on the other hand, would shoot us both if she ever found out.”

She nods, attuned as she is with his concerns of facing Emily. “She won’t find out. What happened on this sofa stays on this sofa. Metaphorically, of course.”

*****

Carrie Ann knows that Emily King, her mom, loves her. Years ago, when she was growing up, she had her doubts. Now, with the insight that comes with maturity, Carrie Ann realizes that people love in different ways. She can no longer fault her mom for lacking the nurturing instincts of her dad. For whatever reason, Emily simply doesn’t have the capacity to nurture her in ways that children crave but don’t always get. When Carrie Ann was growing up, it wasn’t a lack of responsibility on Emily’s part, for she made her daughter’s lunches, helped her with homework, took her to the doctor’s, etc. Missing were warm hugs and goodnight kisses and soulful talks, the stuff Roland did, the stuff that comes so easy to him but not so easy to Emily.

Carrie Ann is reconciled to never being as close to her mom as she’d like. In fact, both of them sometimes talk about it openly, as they do on this night during Emily’s visit to her daughter’s townhouse for a mother-daughter dinner. The meal is over, the dishes washed and put away.

“You are indeed daddy’s girl,” Emily admits. “However, I’ve always loved you. I just can’t express it the way your dad can.”

Carrie Ann stifles a laugh. If only you knew how right you are, she thinks. Reaching across the space between them on the sofa, she takes her mom’s hand. “Look, I know you love me, mom, and I love you too. We’ve had our battles in the past. But I hold nothing against you now.” Briefly, they kiss. Then Carrie Ann’s cell goes off. “It’s one of our clients,” she says. “Ordinarily, I’d ignore it but we’ve been playing phone tag for a couple days. Hopefully, it won’t take too long.”

After Carrie Ann goes off to take the call in her bedroom, Emily leafs through a pile of books on the coffee table to kill time. As is typical, the books are large, one on modern art, another on interior design, another on the history of cinema. Under the movie book is something that looks like an address book, about five inches wide, eight inches long, red, hard-covered and untitled. Upon opening it, she knows right away what it is, a diary. Quickly, she puts it down, stares at it for a few seconds, and then picks it up once again. Carrie Ann must have left it here by mistake, she thinks. She flips through the pages, her curiosity usurping her respect for her daughter’s right to privacy. She catches just a glimpse of the contents until she sees something scrawled across the top of one of the pages in big, bold letters: “His Organ, His Seed.” She blinks, then reads what appears to be a three-line poem under it:

The man whom for years I longed for Took the organ that helped create me And passed his seed from which I was made into me

She reads it repeatedly, not sure what to make of it, yet all too aware of what it looks like. She’s so engrossed that she doesn’t hear Carrie Ann coming down the hall until she’s just steps from the living room. By then it’s too late, for Carrie Ann catches her tossing the diary on the table like a naughty kid caught by the teacher.

Carrie Ann, arms folded against her chest, says, “Find anything interesting in there, mom?”

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A few days later, Victor called and suggested a double date for the following weekend. I flinched when he said “double date,” because I knew he meant Monique with me, and Jen with him. My wife dating another man? That bothered me. But my recent experience of fucking Monique as an innocent school girl still burned in my memory. I promised Victor I’d talk to Jen.

That evening, Jen reluctantly agreed to another evening with Victor and Monique. I didn’t say “double date” when I asked her because I didn’t know how she’d take it. I got the feeling Jen didn’t really enjoy our new swinging lifestyle, and was doing it for me. Jen’s reluctance made me feel guilty, but relieved too. Guilty, because I lusted so much for Monique, and loved fucking her. Relieved, because knowing Jen wasn’t really into Victor, it made it easier for me to let Victor have her.

That Saturday we went to a nice restaurant with Victor and Monique. While we shared a table, Monique paired off with me and Jen with Victor. It felt like a date, with Monique snuggling up against me and whispering in my ear, and Victor with his arm around Jen. I’m sure the waiter assumed Monique was my wife, and Jen Victor’s. We would’ve had to do some serious explaining if any of our friends saw us, but the restaurant was in the next town, so there was little chance we’d run into anyone we knew.

“I’ve got an idea,” Victor said later, as the valet fetched our cars. “Why don’t you take Monique to my house, and I’ll take Jen to yours? It’ll give us more time to get to know each other.”

“That’s a great idea!” Monique squealed with delight. “It’ll be so much fun!”

My cock stiffened at the thought of having Monique for the entire evening. Monique’s arm was around me, inside my coat, and she squeezed my ass. “It’ll be fun,” she repeated with a seductive smile.

I looked at my wife. Jen didn’t say anything, but her face was a mix of anxiousness and uncertainty. Under urfa escort my coat, Monique reached into my back pocket and caressed my ass, making me almost shiver with excitement. “It might be fun,” I said to Jen, trying to keep my voice steady.

Jen wore an “I’m not sure about this” expression on her face. “It’s just a few hours,” I said, dismissing her unspoken concerns. “I’ll be home before dawn.”

Jen looked hurt, and she turned away from me. “Whatever,” she said, a quiver in her voice. I felt bad, but my lust for Monique consumed me.

Once again, sex with Monique was amazing. I almost came in my pants when she took off her dress. She wore a black satin bustier, with garters that held up sheer black stockings. Her stiletto heels had to be at least 4 inches high. By 4am, I’d fucked her 3 times, each time cumming on her beautiful face.

Monique fell asleep. With my lust satiated, the rational part of me returned. I felt terrible over how I treated Jen earlier that evening. I got out of bed and dressed, being careful to not wake up Monique. My plan was to get home early, bid Victor goodbye, and then apologize and make up with my wife.

The apartment was dark and quiet, and I assumed Victor and Jen were sleeping. I quietly approached the bedroom, not wanting to wake them up. A single lamp was on, but positioned as I was in the dark hallway, it was enough to illuminate the entire bedroom. What I saw took my breath away.

Jen straddled Victor, who lay naked on the bed. They were fucking, Jen’s hands gripping his chest as she moved slowly up and down on his cock. When we had left our apartment earlier that evening, Jen had worn her hair up. Now her long hair fell loose off her shoulders and down her back, tangled blonde locks sexily framing her pretty face. My wife was nude, except for a garter belt and black stockings, and ankle strap high heels. Her dress, bra balıkesir escort and panties lay on the floor.

Earlier that evening, I had noticed how sexy Jen looked, but my attention had been focused on Monique. Now, as I stood in the shadows watching them fuck, I couldn’t get over how desirable my wife looked. Her long shapely legs looked so good in the stockings, and the sight of the garter straps pressing into her ass and thighs made my cock ache. I guess I had always taken Jen’s breasts for granted since they were small. But they were full and shapely, capped with hard perky nipples, and Victor couldn’t seem to get enough of them as he cupped and fondled her.

Seeing my wife with another man was like a blow to the gut. I wanted to pull Jen off Victor. But I knew I couldn’t do that, after fucking Victor’s wife. I had to suck it up and let them finish.

It’s funny what draws your attention at times like this. What things burn into your memory. It wasn’t so much Victor’s cock moving in and out of Jen’s pussy. But the sparkle of her wedding and engagement rings as her left hand clutched his chest. Or the look on Jen’s face, a mixture of pleasure and bliss, and her low intense moans hinting at ecstacy so immense to be almost religious. She enjoyed fucking Victor. He gave her pleasure, and she loved it. It sent a dagger through my heart, and I tried to remember if she had ever looked the same way with me.

I watched with masochistic fascination as Jen slowly rose until only Victor’s cockhead remained inside her, and then slowly lowered until fully impaled on his rod. She did this over and over, moaning with pleasure as she pulled up, and whining in discomfort as she pushed down, her pretty face initially contorted in a grimace of pain before transforming into a glow of pleasure and fulfillment.

Victor was big. He was so long, it seemed to take forever for trabzon escort Jen to pull up, and even longer to push down. He was thick, too, and from my vantage point I saw my wife’s pussy straining to accommodate his wide girth.

With a start, I realized Victor wasn’t wearing a condom. Even though I knew he was fixed and clean, it bothered me that he was fucking my wife bareback. Was he going to cum inside her? I didn’t wear condoms with Monique, but I always pulled out because she was still young enough to get pregnant, and I didn’t know if she took the pill.

“Do you like fucking me, baby?” I heard Victor ask in a low guttural voice.

“Yeah … yeah,” Jen said dreamily, her eyes half closed.

“You like my big fat cock?” Victor panted as their fucking became more frantic. I sensed they were both close to cumming. “Do you? Do you?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jen moaned, her head falling forward and her long blonde hair whipping across Victor’s broad black chest. “I like it, it feels so good.”

“Do I fuck you better than your husband?” Victor hissed between pants. They were both close. “Am I better?”

“Ohhhh godddd,” Jen cried as she came, her orgasm ripping through her lithe body. “Better … better … and so much bigger. Ohhhh godddd …”

As part of an inward thrust, Victor threw Jen to the bed and got on top of her, fucking her more savagely, pressing the wide girth of his hard cock against Jen’s clit to intensify the pleasure and length of her orgasm. “Oh god, oh god,” Jen cried, wrapping her legs around Victor’s waist and digging the stilettos of her high heels into the back of his thighs.

Victor grunted and roared, and then lurched violently forward. I knew he was cumming inside my wife. He pushed deep inside Jen and didn’t pull out for what seemed like minutes, the muscles in his back and ass repeatedly convulsing as he shot what must have been gallons of his sperm inside my wife’s womb. Even after he relaxed, signaling the end of his orgasm, he kept his cock planted deep inside my bride.

I staggered backwards in the darkened hallway, my knees weak, trying to process what I had just seen. Somehow I managed to leave the apartment without being detected. I went down to my car to wait for Victor to leave.

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“Would you… spank me?” Becca asked, somewhat timid. Seated beside her on the couch, Lex nearly did a spit-take. The water he was drinking went down harsh, but mercifully he didn’t choke.

“Spank you?” He turned to look at his partner’s face and saw her cautious expression. He reached to caress her cheek. “You… you’d like that?”

“I think so. I want to find out,” she said quietly. “Is that okay?”

Lex pulled her closer “It’s very okay,” he replied, giving her lips a gentle kiss.

It wasn’t a request he had expected to start his morning with. Even so, he enjoyed it when Becca revealed these little mood changes. She was a “still waters” type… and sometimes those depths held kinky surprises.

“We can use the couch,” Becca murmured. Lex nodded. He rose from his seat and helped her up. Pulling her to his chest, he stroked gently down her back with one hand. He leaned to appraise his partner’s form. The soft grey fabric of Becca’s nightshirt draped over her curves, the thinness of it left little to the imagination.

“Do you want this on?” Lex asked. He tugged at her shirt’s gaping neckline to stare blatantly at her tits. Becca smirked.

“No, will you do the honours?” She replied.

“Sure thing.” He smiled and eased the night shirt up over her head, tossing it aside. Indulging himself, he hugged Becca warmly, letting the skin-to-skin embrace thrill them both. After a few tender kisses, they stood apart again.

“I’ll… get comfy now,” Becca said, blushing.

Becca knelt on the couch, bending over to rest her elbows on the arm of it. Standing before her, Lex took in the view. She wore only a pair of mauve panties, her exposed breasts hanging. Her posture gave her buttocks an alluring curve. He was tempted to run kisses from her thigh… up and around her body to her spine. He brushed Becca’s leg with his fingers instead. She shivered and Lex was rewarded by the sway of her chest.

“How do you want this to go?” Lex asked, stroking and massaging down her back and ass. He was already feeling aroused from this erotic presentation. He was tempted to simply ravish his partner in this position.

“Hm,” Becca considered the question. “Start with just… clapping? More than a pat, but not harsher than a clap. And then we’ll see.” She looked to Lex’s face and smiled.

“Okay,” Lex agreed. His left hand rubbed over her buttocks while his right slid over her breast. She sighed a little, smiling. His touch remained soft and sensual for the moment.

“I love you,” Lex whispered. He licked his lip, his mind winding up from the delicious sight of Becca’s bare skin.

“Why?” Becca asked. It was her automatic response. By now, he expected it.

“Because I can’t help it,” he answered, tweaking her nipple as he spoke. She squirmed a little and made a pleased hum.

He held his hand slightly cupped and began clapping against Becca’s ass. She gasped softly and shifted her hips. It was a sensual kind of percussion, not painful, but stimulating.

“Yes,” she sighed. Lex felt his body react with an erotic tingle. He rested his right hand on her shoulder and continued to clap against her buttocks, alternating sides now and then. He saw her biting her lip, a sign that sexual thoughts were stirring in her mind.

“There you go, being sexy again…” He murmured, with a tone suggesting reproach. Becca grinned.

She hummed and wiggled with the contact. The sound of the claps to her ass were arousing in their own right. It was more exciting than she had expected. She shivered as her partner clapped erzurum escort against her flesh. The feeling was pleasurable, but it was becoming a powerful tease. She shifted her weight, sliding her elbows on the armrest.

“Seems like this turns you on,” Lex said, a playful tone to his voice. His partner hummed and squirmed under the pats of his hand. She felt herself grow bold, her need pushing her onward.

“Give me more,” Becca said in a low voice. He paused. Lex felt himself get harder. He considered that, being in his pajama pants, it must be getting obvious… but she kept her eyes locked on his.

“And you don’t even have a reason to be punished…” Lex said devilishly. Becca stuck her tongue out at him. They both laughed.

“Just spank me, damn it,” she said jovially. Lex chuckled. He moved to hit her harder but then hesitated. He felt there was a threshold present, something that was taboo to cross. He was having fun and he wanted to give her more, but at the same time…

“I love you,” Becca said. Lex focused on her face and she nodded at him. Lex brought his hand down on her harder than before, a single spank.

Smack!

Already primed from the earlier contact, this strike stung Becca’s ass. She hissed in a slight breath. In the next moment, there was an added sweetness inside her. The touch had sparked the lust in her system.

“Mm,” she made a small moan and gave a needy pout towards Lex. He smiled at her wanton reaction, spanking her again at the same level of intensity.

Smack!

“Oh!” It had the same sharpness on her rear, but the way the pain faded and warmed her skin made her wiggle. Lex watched the flush rising in her face. He pulled the fabric of her panties over, between her cheeks. Becca made a small whine but didn’t object. He let his other hand cup and massage her breast. As her eyes shut to the soothing contact, he gave her another spank.

Smack!

“Ah…” Becca’s groan spiked another electric thrill into his nerves. He watched the reddening of her skin, surprised at how sexy he found it. Thoughts of fucking Becca hard and deep threatened to cloud Lex’s mind.

“Good?” He asked. Becca looked him in the eye. The added force of these smacks was giving her a new rush of emotion. She felt excited, and teased… but something about enjoying these blows also gave her a minor sense of pride.

“Yes…” she said softly. Something in her tone nudged at Lex’s mind.

“More?” He ventured. She bit her lip again and nodded.

He spanked her three times in succession. Becca gasped again and arched her back, flexing her ass.

“Damn, Becca…” he sighed. His free hand left her breast and brushed against the hard-on beneath his pajamas.

Lex moved into a pattern: three claps, a break, three spanks, another break. Echoes of his touches were reaching her sex. Becca moaned and shifted her hips, taking every strike and drifting into a passionate haze.

It was a wonderful kind of pain. Something Becca hadn’t expected to discover. It continued stinging and fading, building a heat on her skin. She had underestimated how powerful the effect was.

“Wait, wait…” Becca gasped after a few more iterations of the pattern. Lex stopped immediately.

“You alright?” He asked, bringing his hand to stroke her face.

“My… pussy,” she said, always stumbling at first with her dirty words. “Please touch my pussy.” Lex grinned.

“Yes ma’am,” he said. Becca shifted on her knees, spreading her legs more. He erzurum escort bayan rubbed gently against her ass, his hand wandering. He slid his fingers along the fabric covering her crotch.

“Mm, Lex…” Becca moaned. She rocked her hips to press her mound further into his hold. He pressed up more firmly, cupping and feeling. He leaned forward, kissing her spine.

“Let’s get these off,” he said, taking hold of her waistband. Becca smiled as he dragged her panties down her thighs. She lifted one knee at a time so that he could remove them all the way.

Lex removed his pajama pants. Becca shivered at the sight of his erection, glimpsed before he moved and knelt on the couch behind her. He slipped his hand back between her legs. She was already very slick. Lex began feeling her mons and rubbing in a teasing circle.

“Oh…” Becca moaned. She flexed her ass and writhed for more contact. Lex leaned forward, kissing where the print of his hand showed on her buttocks.

“Mm,” he made his own soft groan. He began clapping his hand against Becca’s pussy and earned instant satisfaction as she shuddered all over.

“God,” she whispered. Lex clapped more, his hand wet with her juices as she made deep sighs and urgent whimpers. Becca’s needs were churning inside her. Lex’s touch was a sweet torture, thrilling her nerves but never giving her enough.

He detected the urgency in her sounds and movement. The needy display made him ache for her, exhilaration bubbling inside him. He made a slight grimace, willing himself to keep pulling the strings of this moment.

“Tell me,” he demanded, clapping a little harder on his partner’s pussy. “Tell me what you want.”

“Ooh, fuck me,” Becca gasped. Lex stopped patting and stroked along her slit with the gentlest touch of his fingers.

“Say it again,” he said, surprising himself with his boldness. Doubt flashed across his mind before Becca moaned and he felt he was on the right track.

“Fuck me, Lex,” she whispered, unable to control the bucking of her body as he teased with his fingers.

He took his hand away. He shifted, still tall on his knees, and took hold of Becca’s hips. He moved close and let his cock slide between her legs. He let the head of his cock tease the same path over her wet pussy. It drove him a little crazy to keep resisting… but the pleas from his partner were also a potent drug.

“More,” he urged. He gripped at her sensitive buttocks and she squirmed uncontrollably.

“Mmm,” she lost her words in the heat of her lust.

“Beg me…” his voice came out in a passionate rasp. Lex smacked her ass again and she cried out.

“Ah! Please, fuck me!” Becca begged, desire burning away her last barriers.

“Again,” Lex ordered, “talk dirty, Becca.” He began gripping and massaging her ass, his cock teasing her entrance. He hoped he could keep from thrusting until he heard her let go again. Just a little more…

Becca bit her lip. The shyer part of her felt uneasy, but the lust in her body was intoxicating.

“Fuck my… my pussy,” Becca pleaded. “Give me your cock. Fuck me and fill me, Lex.”

“Mm,” Lex growled softly. “Yes ma’am.” He thrust slow and firm into Becca until he was completely sheathed inside her.

“Ow… mm, don’t stop,” she gasped as Lex’s hips pushed up against her tender blushing ass. He grunted and sighed from the wonderful grip of Becca’s pussy around him.

Holding his partner’s hips, he started to move in a deliberate, steady rhythm. His escort erzurum deep strokes were causing Becca to whimper and moan… her body flush and twitching from the sensation. His body slapped up against her own with every thrust, so that she felt she was being fucked and spanked at once.

“Fuck…” Lex gave out a low moan, his actions going wild from the prompting of Becca’s passion.

The pain sizzled in combination with the pleasure, pushing Becca’s nerves to greater heights. It left her unable to do more than pant and let her voice call out in any needy, desperate sounds it decided on. She bucked with Lex’s motions and met his strokes. She leaned low on the armrest of the couch, pushing her ass out more.

At the same time, Lex bent close to her, one arm braced on the back of the couch. The new angle of his cock inside her made Becca tremble.

“Yes! There, there!” she panted, feeling goosebumps on her legs as they continued to shake.

“Damn it, fuck…” Lex mumbled, his other arm wrapping around her waist.

He kept their bodies pressed together now, his cock penetrating as deep as he could. He writhed as Becca twitched and shook, his hand sliding over her mound until he was able to begin rubbing her clit. She gave out a wanton groan, trembling and rocking her hips. He kissed her shoulder while they rode against each other. Their instinctive gyrating pushing both of them towards the edge.

Becca gasped incoherent words as her motions grew more and more frantic. Lex felt her pussy clenching and he held is breath. She was going to make him lose it any moment. Such a build, such mind-reeling sexuality from his partner. Still… he felt stubbornness echo in his mind. Not yet. Not yet. He pinched Becca’s clit between two fingers, rubbing up and down a few strokes and alternating to side to side.

“Oh yeah, oh god,” Becca whimpered. Her muscles squeezing him again.

“Yes, go for it hon…” he whispered, rocking his hips into her at a faster pace.

“I- ah-” her words fell away in a series of heated gasps and sighs. She clenched in her climax, jutting back into Lex and shuddering all over. “Oh… oh…” Her voice had gone weak from the overwhelming ecstasy surging through her body.

“God, Becca, oh… fuck!” Lex gasped and then sighed a long breath as his orgasm blazed from within. With his face pressed to Becca he came hard inside his partner.

“Yes…” she whispered, her hips twitching as she felt Lex’s orgasm burst hot and fast inside her. They gasped and moaned together, bodies writhing. Becca’s shudders and clenching drew out an intense release from Lex as his own jutting and flexing gave her aftershocks of pleasure.

Lex slid sideways as he rode through his lust. With his arm still holding Becca fast, he dragged them both away from the arm of the couch, so that they collapsed on the cushions. In this position they rested, spooning as the pulses of orgasm faded to a pleasant glow. Still inside her, Lex held Becca close and kissed her shoulder.

“That was hot,” he sighed. Becca hummed and he made a soft chuckle. “You had fun?”

“I did,” Becca confirmed. “More fun than I thought I would.”

The sensual contact around her, coupled with the gentle penetration, was having a soothing effect. Naked and whole, she felt the familiar wish that she could stay in this state forever. Eventually they would have to move, but for now, she had bliss.

“Me too, and I’m so glad you suggested it.” Lex gave her skin another smooch. “You were amazing.”

He passed his hands softly over her body. His body was thoroughly sated and his mind was flush with adoration. He smiled to himself. Becca was precious, beautiful and his.

“Something to try again?” She suggested, relaxing in Lex’s hold.

“Mhm,” he agreed, giving her ass a single clap. Becca winced and laughed.

“No encores, please… my ass needs a rest.”

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Another installment in a continuing saga – earlier stories were “Thin Ice”, “A Slippery Slope”, “Leftovers” and “A Special Occasion”. Again, this one has a strong element of wife sharing and cuckoldry so please only read further if that’s something you’re interested in.

Thanks for all the feedback, I do appreciate hearing from everyone.

As always, the characters are adults and are totally fictitious.

*****

It was almost one when he heard her car in the driveway. He hadn’t been waiting up, not exactly, but he hadn’t fallen asleep either. It was like this whenever she was out late. Pangs of uncertainty (where was she? when would she be home? would she come home tonight at all?) made sleep a difficult proposition. If she didn’t come home, it meant a long night of fitful dozing and an exhausted slog the next day.

He had asked her once if she could send him a text to let him know when or even if she was coming home but she didn’t think that was necessary.

“Just go to sleep when you’re tired,” she had told him. “It won’t bother me.”

As if.

Every time he closed his eyes, he would see her. Chatting and laughing in a crowd of men. Body swaying as she danced in somebody’s arms, tipping her head back to receive a kiss. Or else naked, strange hands exploring her body while she ground down, a cock deep inside her.

It wasn’t exactly lullaby material.

He would lie awake in an agony of anticipation, his cock like a rock. He would try not to jack off, wanting to save it up until she got home and they could fuck.

There. He heard her key in the front door and turned to face the wall, trying to make his breathing as regular as possible. Her shoes clicked in the hallway then died away into the kitchen or the downstairs bathroom. Finally he heard the pad of her bare feet mounting the stairs.

She paused in the open bedroom door, then went across to her walk-in closet. The light clicked on inside and there was the rustle of a dress, then the muffled snap of elastic. The light went off again and in a moment she was in bed with him, her warm body pressing up against his back, her hand snaking into the waistband of his shorts, gripping him.

“You weren’t really asleep, were you?” she whispered.

He rolled over into her arms and inhaled her, filled himself with the scent of her. Her mouth was warm and soft against his. “God,” he murmured.

Her hands pushed down his shorts and she moved her face down his body, kissing his chin, his neck, his chest. When the shorts came off and her mouth engulfed him, he almost exploded right away but caught himself in time, squeezing her shoulders. “Oh my God,” he said again. The pressure of her tongue against his cock and the warm wetness of her mouth made him feel as if he were actually fucking her cunt. His hips rocked and he tugged on her arms. “I want to be inside you,” he whispered.

She released his cock and clambered up his body. The warmth of skin against skin sent a dizzy rush through him. His hands roamed over her, shoulders, back, ass, then went back up to shoulders. She straddled him, then lowered herself on his cock.

With no condom. He could have wept with joy and relief, the feeling was so intense. Her lover had insisted that she wear a condom with him, her husband. And now here he was, naked inside her. She leaned down and kissed him, her mouth still warm and wet from giving him head. His hands gripped her shoulders and his hips thudded upward, driving his cock into her.

She drew her thighs together, squeezing his body between her knees while her hips rocked slowly, inexorably. Her mouth drew away from his and she stared down into his eyes. “Slowly,” she murmured.

“I’m going to come,” he croaked. “God.”

“Just…” she began. Then she flung her face down into his shoulder, shuddering. Her teeth dug into his flesh and the sudden sensation drove him over some precipice. He howled her name, then moaned. He felt dizzy, almost sick and waves of heat surged through him. Just when it felt like it was all too intense, like his body was melting against hers, his cock erupted. The pleasure was unimaginable. He flung himself upwards, moaning.

“Oh God, yes,” she murmured. “God.”

He lay there under her, utterly spent, his breath coming in ragged gasps. She leaned down and kissed him again, gently. “That nice?” she asked.

“Jesus,” he said. He gave her a wan smile. She wiggled her hips, then pushed herself up. He slipped out of her and she rolled to one side, lying with her body curled up next to him.

“Jesus,” he said again.

—

Was it morning? He reached over to his night table for his phone and squinted at the brightness. Two forty-six.

Her side of the bed was empty. He lay there, thinking. Had it just been a dream, the amazing fucking? Was she still out there somewhere?

He listened. A noise from downstairs? He put down his phone and slid out from under the covers. His shorts were on the floor next to the bed. He pulled them on, then listened again. He crossed the room and opened the door. There was a lamp on in the living room. bursa escort He went downstairs.

She was on the couch, wrapped in her sheer red robe, her legs pulled up, hugging her knees. She looked up when he came in.

“Did I wake you?” she asked. “I tried to be really quiet.”

There was a mug on the coffee table. He sat down next to her and leaned his head on her shoulder.

“Hot chocolate?” he asked.

“Mmm,” she said. “Want some?”

He lifted the mug and took a sip. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.

“No…” she said. She turned her head and kissed him. “I love you,” she said softly.

“Oh,” he said. “Me too.” He paused. “What’s up?”

She didn’t answer at first. “Okay,” she said. “So.” She sighed. “Tonight, I was going to meet…”

“Him,” he said. “Ray.”

“Yeah,” she said. “That’s right.” She paused.

“It’s fine,” he said, maybe too quickly.

“I’m sorry,” she told him.

“No…” he said. “I mean. Thanks. But…”

“He bailed.”

“What?”

“He sent me a text, something came up, he didn’t say what.”

He thought about this. What do you say when your wife’s lover has stood her up? “I’m sorry,” he said.

She laughed. “You don’t have to be sorry,” she said.

“Well…”

“That might be the last of Ray anyway,” she said. “It might have run its course.”

That explained it, he thought. No Ray, no condom.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she said. “But…” She paused.

He waited. “But?”

“Something happened,” she said softly.

He lifted his head. She was facing forward, not looking at him. There was a clock on the mantelpiece and he was suddenly aware of the sound it made. a rhythmic, monotonous tock-tock-tock. Her hair was a little tousled and her lips were parted. His mouth had gone dry.

“What?” he asked softly.

“After Ray texted, I was sitting by myself at one of those high tables,” she said. “Thinking, well fuck him.”

“Exactly,” he agreed.

“I was just going to finish my drink and leave. Then this guy stops by my table, asks if he can join me.”

“What kind of guy?”

“Bow-legged,” she said. “Tangled mop of greasy white hair. Kind of smelly.”

“What?”

She looked at him and laughed. “I’m kidding,” she said. “He was, mmm. Well, good looking. Of course.”

He slipped a hand under her robe, slid his fingers along the cool smooth flesh of her shoulder. “Tell me,” he urged. “What did you say?”

She reached up and rested her fingers on his. “I told him I was on my way out, just about to leave.”

There was a pause. “Then what?” he asked.

Her shoulder moved under his hand. “He sat down with me,” she said. “And ordered us each another drink.”

He leaned forward and she turned her face into his kiss. Her mouth was warm and sweet, her breath suffused with chocolate. “Tell me,” he murmured.

But she didn’t speak. Her mouth held onto his, her tongue pressing against his lips and his own tongue. One of her hands slid into his waistband and held him. He shuddered.

“What if…” she whispered. “What if I danced with him?”

He pushed her robe open, exposing her shoulders and freeing her breasts. His hands slid down her body.

“You did?” he asked. He felt stupid, as if all his blood were pooling in his loins, leaving him nothing to think with. He thrust into her hand.

“I might have,” she said. “What if I did?”

“Dancing sounds fun,” he said. She had her underwear on under her robe. He pushed a hand between her legs and into her panties then dipped his face forward for another chocolate kiss.

“I might have,” she whispered again. “I might have…” She paused.

“What?” he asked.

“He might have pressed into me while we were dancing,” she whispered. “With his cock. Against my belly.”

There was wetness on his fingers, coming from inside her. Her moisture or his come? Both?

“Did it turn you on?” he asked.

“So much,” she said. “God. So much.” Her hips writhed, pushing her sex against his hand.

He slid off the couch and knelt in front of her. He tugged on her panties and she lifted herself up for a moment so he could drag them down her legs and off. He gripped her knees and pushed her thighs apart. The aroma of her sex was dizzying.

“Tell me,” he said hoarsely. He leaned forward. The smell was too much, the come and her secretions overwhelming him.

Her fingers came down in front of him and found herself. Her hips rocked again.

“He kissed me,” she said breathlessly. “While we were dancing. It was a slow dance. Oh God…” Her fingers were busy, caressing herself in front of him. “His hands were all over me. His cock was…” She moaned. “I put my hand in his pants,” she whispered. “I jacked him off right there on the dance floor. I didn’t care who saw me or what they thought.”

“Did he come?” he asked.

“Not then,” she said. She pushed her hips forward and took her hand away. “Lick her,” she demanded.

He had a sudden idea. He reached malatya escort over and dipped his hand into the mug of chocolate, lukewarm by now. He smeared her with chocolate, then leaned forward and began to lick. Her hips left the couch but he held onto her thighs, keeping them apart so he could access her with his tongue.

“God,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.” Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “Jesus.”

He got some more chocolate and redoubled his efforts.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Jesus. So good. Don’t. Change. Anything.”

But his mouth was getting tired. He tried resting for a moment and she gave a little frustrated whine.

His brain was starting to buzz, too, swirling with questions he was dying to ask, but was also afraid to ask. Questions like who? And how far?

His tongue darted out. She shrieked and gripped his hair. “God, God, God… come up here, I need you inside me.”

Then he was on top of her, the two of them scrunched together on the couch. Her legs swung up around him and his cock, dribbling with pre-come, plunged into her.

“God yes!” she cried. “Fuck me. God yes yes yes fuck me God.”

Had she really done that? With some guy she’d just met in a bar?

“Squeeze my ass,” she commanded breathlessly. “Yes.., God…” Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

It was crazy sexy. But… He tried to focus and not get distracted. But… a guy in a bar?

She bucked underneath him and howled. “Yes!” she cried. “Oh God…” Her breath came in a rattle. “Oh…” She sank her face into his shoulder and clung to him. “That was amazing,” she whispered.

“Yes,” he agreed, but there was something wrong with his voice. He cleared his throat. “Yes.”

She pulled her face away from his shoulder and stared up at him. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Didn’t you come?”

He blinked. “I..” He trailed off.

The smell of his face, sex mixed with chocolate, was starting to overwhelm him. He ran a hand over his cheek, then pulled backward, out of her and rocked back onto his knees.

She pushed herself up on her elbows. “Tell me,” she said.

He shook his head.

“Are you mad?” she asked.

“No, no,” he said. “I’m not mad.”

She sat up. Her arms crossed in front of her chest. “You sound mad,” she said.

“This guy,” he burst out. “He was a total stranger?”

She didn’t answer for a moment. “Yeah,” she said.

“And you…”

“I gave him a hand job,” she said. “Like a slut. Except I didn’t get paid.”

He glanced at her. “I didn’t say that,” he objected.

“You don’t need to,” she said. Her voice was hard. “Slutty is as slutty does.” She picked up her robe and started threading her arms through the sleeves.

He felt a pang. “You’re not slutty,” he said.

She cut him a look from the corner of her eye. “No?”

“No,” he insisted. “You’re… sexy. The sexiest woman…”

“I think,” she said. “I understand. When I act sexy and it’s your idea, it’s sexy. When it’s my idea, it’s slutty.”

“No,” he protested. “You’re… Look, when you went with Ray…”

“That was your idea,” she said flatly.

“You talked about him. How sexy he was.”

“Yes,” she retorted “That was hot talk. You were the one who said, and I quote, ‘I want you to fuck him.’ ”

“Well you did it! You fucked him! You kept fucking him!”

“It was your idea!”

“You enjoyed it!”

“Well, excuse me! I thought that was the point of fucking! And it seems to me that for some unfathomable reason you enjoyed it too!”

She was crying now. He paused, feeling deflated. “Yes,” he admitted. “I enjoyed it.”

She looked at him. Her robe was hanging open, her breasts half hidden above her belly. He felt the familiar ache.

“I told you,” he said thickly. “It’s really sexy. It’s the best, I’ve been more turned on these last few weeks than I ever have been before.” He paused. “You really are the sexiest woman ever.”

She hiccuped. “So what is different about tonight? For God’s sake, I was in that bar to meet my lover and in case you were wondering, I was planning to go somewhere with him and we. Were. Going. To. Fuck!” She glared at him.

He nodded. His throat felt tight. “I know,” he croaked.

“So? It’s what I said – it’s sexy when it’s your idea and slutty when it’s not!”

“No… listen.” He gestured at his crotch. “To my cock, it’s always sexy. Incredibly sexy. I get so turned on.” He paused then pointed at his head. “Sometimes, though, my stupid brain gets all, confused. Jealous.”

She laughed, not necessarily amused. “You guys need to get your act together,” she said. “And figure out some sort of party line.”

“That’s the problem,” he agreed. “I don’t know, we don’t always know, what we want.”

There was a long pause. He heard the clock again, tock-tock-tock.

She sighed. “We shouldn’t have started all this,” she said sadly. “Can’t we go back to how it was? Like we vowed it would be? Just me and you, nobody else, okay?”

He looked at her. There was a tiny çanakkale escort furrow between her eyebrows, a tightness in the corners of her mouth. “No,” he said faintly.

“No?”

“I don’t want… to go back,” he said. “It’s been too… Jesus, we’ve had the best time ever…”

“It’s not worth it,” she told him. “Not if it makes you jealous. Your brain that is.”

“It won’t,” he said. “I mean sometimes it will. But when you come home and tell me… it’s so sexy.”

She watched him, her expression unchanging.

“Really,” he insisted. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever known. When you… tell me about your… adventures…” He paused. “is that the right word?”

“It fits,” she said.

“I get really turned on,” he said simply.

She sighed. “I know you do,” she said. “But it’s not worth it.”

“I can take it,” he told her.

She laughed. “That’s ridiculous,” she said “Why should you have to take it?”

“Because we both like it,” he said.

She shook her head. “It’s more complicated,” she said.

“Listen,” he said. “I’m sorry I reacted the way I did. I was just… I don’t know. It wasn’t what I expected.”

“Isn’t that the point of adventures?” she asked. “They’re unexpected?”

He leaned forward and kissed her.

“Yes,” he said. “It is.” He held her hand. “You need to tell me the rest of the story.”

“What rest?”

“You said he didn’t come white you were dancing.”

She shook her head slowly.

“Then when?” he prompted.

“Why do you want to know?” she asked.

“To prove it to you,” he said. “That I can take it. Tell me. You were dancing, slow-dancing. He pressed into you. His cock.”

She nodded slowly. “Yes,” she said.

“What did you do?”

“I need you to tell me something,” she said. “I need you to promise me that you’re not going to get mad.”

“About tonight?”

“Yeah,” she said. “But also, I’m thinking more like, okay, he wants me to have adventures. I don’t want you to turn around and throw them in my face.”

“I won’t,” he said earnestly.

“No matter what?”

He paused. “No matter what,” he said.

She stared at him.

“Really,” he said. “I want you to be as sexy as you want to be, as you can be. I want you to be the fucking goddess of love.” He licked his lips. “Just… make sure to share it with me.”

She didn’t answer. Her eyes were thoughtful, even, he thought, watchful. He cleared his throat.

“So he’s pressing into you with his cock,” he ventured.

There was a long pause. Tock-tock-tock

“I pressed back,” she said.

“Pressed his cock with your belly?”

“Yes,” she said.

“With your thighs?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me,” he said.

“I was rubbing against him. against his leg,” she said.

“With your..” He left it hanging.

“Yea,” she said. “Between my thighs.” She paused. “Against my pussy.”

“And you rubbed his cock. With your hand.”

“Yes,” she said.

He leaned forward and reached up to cradle her head white he kissed her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “That I was jealous.”

“It’s okay,” she whispered back.

“It sounds amazing,” he said. “Rubbing a cock while dancing.” He paused. “A stranger’s cock,” he added.

She laughed. “It was amazing,” she said. “It was like a dream. A really sexy dream.”

He reached out and took her hand. “Touch me,” he whispered. Her fingers stretched out and cupped him. He made a small sound.

“Is that how it felt?” he whispered. “His cock?”

She kissed him.

“What happened then?” he asked.

“Well,” she said. “He wanted to stop dancing.” She paused. “He wanted to come.”

“Ah.”

“I think he was close, out there on the dance floor… he suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me along. There was this balcony, a rope across the stairs, section closed, you know. We went up anyway, it was dark up there and he sat down and unzipped.”

“What then?” be asked.

“I rubbed him,” she said. “And he came.”

“Show me,” he urged. “Rub me like that.”

She leaned forward and kissed him, her hand slowly moving up and down his shaft. “It was sort of like this,” she whispered, then edged forward and settled herself on his thigh, straddling him. He could feel the warmth of her cunt against his leg. Her hand stroked him.

“Did you come too?” he asked. “When he did?” His breath was coming rapidly between gritted teeth.

She smiled and kissed him again. “Do you want to be inside me?” she asked.

“No,” he panted. “Rub me… like him…”

She leaned in again and planted her mouth on his. He closed his eyes and saw her in the darkened balcony, her body arched forward as she drew her hand along the stranger’s cock. Were they alone up there or were there other desperate couples scattered in the darkness?

His hips jerked violently and jets of white semen spurted out. She kept rubbing until he stopped moving, then released his mouth and smiled at him.

“That better?” she asked.

“God,” he said.

—

He was sitting in his office at three o’clock the next afternoon, still thinking about the dance floor and the dark balcony. His cock kept getting hard and then he would force himself to think about something else, answer a few annoying emails. But his mind wanted to slip away to the darkness and his cock kept swelling in his pants.

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Chapter Eleven – Business As Usual

The businessman sat in his cheap London hotel room sipping a Johnny Walker. He twiddled what appeared to be a business card between his fingers. The small black high-gloss card had the silhouette of a stylised schoolgirl with her skirt flung high showing off her stockings embossed on it in silver. Under the logo was printed the words ‘Saint Trinian’s Escorts’ followed by a phone number.

The man nervously reached for the phone, requested an outside line, and then dialled the number on the card.

The phone was answered by Sally Mackintosh who was sitting at her orderly desk in her makeshift office located in the gardener’s cottage on the grounds of Chelmsford Finishing School for Ladies. Sally conversed pleasantly with the gentleman and then hung up.

“Wendy you’re up! Raul; you’re driving!” Sally called around the cigarette dangling from her mouth.

Raul came into the office and picked up a slip with the address of the hotel written on it and walked back through the lounge room to go to the car outside. Wendy Hodgkins, halfway through a two year enrolment at the school and second in her class in academic subjects, rose from the couch, stubbed out her cigarette, and followed Raul out to the car.

Raul pulled up outside the hotel and watched Wendy all the way to the door. A few minutes later he saw her wave briefly to him from a window on the third floor. All was well and he picked up the racing form and scanned it.

In the hotel Wendy slid out of the tight blue satin-sheath dress she had been wearing and stood before the man who sat naked on the bed. Her black satin and lace, waist-cinching bustier barely contained her voluptuous figure and huge breasts, her ensemble was complete with sheer black stockings, wispy nylon panties and black highheels.

The man was very excited and summoned Wendy to join him on the bed. She knelt before him and opened a condom wrapper with her teeth and expertly put the condom on the man’s stubby erection with her mouth. It almost made him come.

She lay down on the bed and opened her legs and the skinny balding business man scooted between them, still wearing his black socks.

Wendy pulled aside the gusset of her panties and the man stabbed at her with his small fat cock until he found her entrance. When he did he almost fainted with lust. Wendy smiled and held him against her, letting him slaver at her face with sloppy kisses while his skinny bum bounced up and down.

He came quickly, howling like a banshee and Wendy smiled to herself, wondering what the occupants of the other rooms must think.

She let him finish and then extricated herself from underneath him and took off the rubber johnny, wiped him clean, and dropped the johnny in the toilet and flushed. While she was in the bathroom she quickly fixed her makeup and then squeezed back into her tight dress. She lit a cigarette while the man counted out the money on the bed. He cheekily shoved a fiver, a tip for her in addition to her fee, into her stocking top.

Wendy kissed him again and let him have a quick feel before she politely disengaged from the punter and made her way to the lift.

She was back in the car with Raul less than fifteen minutes after they’d arrived at the hotel.

“That was quick,” Raul said offering her a cigarette over the seat.

“Yeah, he’s a sweetie but he never lasts long. His missus stopped giving him sex years ago,” Wendy replied as she lit the cigarette.

She took the fiver out of her stocking and added it to the two tenners the businessman had given her in payment and handed the money to Raul.

The girls shared everything. They were well paid and there was no need to keep tips or skim from the punters.

Wendy and Raul were back at ‘The Cottage’, as it had come to be known, barely half an hour after they had left. The money Wendy had earned was locked in the safe after being carefully entered into the ledger by Sally.

Valerie’s business model was working. It operated under the name ‘Saint Trinian’s Escorts’ and was supplying call girls on a regular basis to an exclusive and trusted clientele. It provided everything from elegant social escorts, overnight stays, or hotel quickies such as the services just provided by Wendy. They still had the two ‘playrooms’ operating in the cottage, mainly for college lads who couldn’t afford a hotel room in addition to the girl’s service fee.

It was not that long after the fateful evening when Lisa had come to Valerie’s dorm and they had made love and agreed to Valerie’s proposal, that Valerie once again found herself standing out the front of the dodgy looking dilapidated building in the back streets of Moulsham.

The alley was dark and still strewn with abandoned shopping trolleys, junk food wrappers, empty beer cans and bottles, cigarette butts, and condom wrappers.

Valerie turned down the alley and her heels click-clacked on the dirty cobblestones.

“Jesus! Doesn’t gaziantep escort any cunt clean this place up?” she hissed, kicking an empty beer can out of her way.

She passed the doorway where the old prossie used to ply her wares. She’d either moved on or her daughter had taken over the family business. Her young blonde protégé was not quite as beat up as her predecessor, wearing a similar stained leopard skin mini dress with her tits nearly falling out of it. Her flesh-toned hose were laddered but at least her black high heels were in good condition and her makeup was half decent.

She was pressed against the doorway while a dodgy-looking punter held up the back of her dress and fucked her from behind. He grinned at Valerie as she passed and requested she join them. Valerie raised a finger and kept walking.

She knocked on the door that was still caked with fading and peeling blue paint, experiencing feelings of déjà vu. Steve opened the door, a smile lit up his face.

“What are you grinning at? You look like the cat that ate the canary,” Valerie stepped inside and was amazed at the transformation that had taken place since the last time she had been here.

The warehouse had been repainted and fluorescent lighting had been installed and the old tatty furniture replaced by new furniture and fittings. All the equipment looked shiny and new.

“Fuck me! This place has changed. Did you win the lottery or something?” Valerie looked around at the professional looking studio.

“Well remember that girl I told you about? Candace…err Candi Pops?” John Benstead grinned.

Valerie nodded vaguely

“Well she’s my missus now and she earns a fucking bomb. And I don’t do too bad myself so I upgraded the joint. I left the façade and the alley looking like a shithole and that throws off the Old Bill. It’s sort of camouflage” John looked pleased with himself.

“Anyway, Billy The Bottle passed on your instructions and here it is. One Batchelor Of Education in the name of Valerie Swindon,” he flourished the document as he made his way over to his new executive desk and big leather swivel chair.

As Valerie sat down opposite she noticed that the ratty chest of drawers, strewn paperwork and the stamps, ink pads, pens, glue, scissors and other detritus had disappeared. The place looked eminently professional.

John still looked good for a man in his forties. He continued to wear his blonde hair long and styled but his tan and muscled physique was now shown off by wearing an expensive open-neck body-shirt and tight slacks instead of the ratty t-shirt and jeans he used to favour. The obligatory cigarette hung out the corner of his mouth.

“Still cocksure of yourself, aren’t you?” Valerie smoothed her skirt and noticed John gaze at her legs, today clad in sheer tan pantyhose.

“Darling, the last time you were here, the final thing you said to me was: ‘You’re not as good as you think you are! You better get your shit together if you’re hoping to get together with this Pops woman.’ I took your advice,” he smiled at her, not even attempting to disguise the fact that he was ogling her.

“And does Miss Pops know that you still try to get into the knickers of every lady that comes to you for business,” Valerie said in a clipped tone.

John got up and walked around the desk and stood before her. He pulled Valerie out of her chair and held her close.

“Not every lady. Just gorgeous creatures like yourself,” he sighed and tried to kiss her.

Valerie turned her head away and began to struggle but John held her tight as she wriggled in his grasp. Her movements were exciting him and Valerie could feel his hard cock pressing against her through his slacks and her skirt. She was wearing a business suit and a satin blouse and John was trying very hard to get his hands inside said blouse.

“Stop it!” Valerie hissed and tried to stamp on his toes with her highheels.

John just grinned. His hand had found its way into her blouse and inside her brassiere. He cupped her small firm breast and tweaked her nipple and it hardened to his touch. His other hand was under her skirt fondling her buttocks; squeezing and stroking them.

“Stop it!” Valerie gasped into his mouth as it closed on hers.

She made a perfunctory attempt to stop him one final time and then surrendered and kissed him back and put her arms around him.

They kissed and rubbed against each other for a while than Valerie gently pushed him away.

“Ok loverboy, I’m in a rush so lets get this over with…and I want a hundred off the deal,” Valerie smirked.

“Oh come on Valerie you know I can’t…oh my fucking god!” John gasped.

Valerie had dropped to her knees, freed John’s penis, and taken it into her mouth.

She suckled on his hard cock, bringing it to full tumescence and then rose to her feet, bent over the desk and pulled her knickers and pantyhose down around her knees. She wiggled her buttocks seductively konya escort and offered herself to John who moved in behind her, lowering his trousers.

John used a finger to check to see if Valerie was lubricated; being in a full-time relationship with a transsexual himself he knew the importance of lubrication.

John found Valerie lubricated and judging by the jiggle she gave when he fingered her, he knew she was ready. He pressed his glans into her puckered bud and Valerie pushed back as John gripped her hips and held her as he impaled her on his cock.

Valerie was feeling quite horny herself and she stroked her penis as John slid his cock in and out of her tight anus, pressing himself into her soft buttocks as he fucked her. Valerie began to whip her hand back and forth on her erect penis and John sensed that she was about to come; she was pushing back against him and grinding her backside, ensuring his penis pressed on that special place.

John sensed her urgency and fucked her harder and faster, the thwok, thwok, thwok sounds reverberating around the warehouse drowning out their groans and gasps.

John released himself deep inside Valerie; pulling her hard against him. Valerie orgasmed and her seed splattered on the floor. John twisted Valerie’s neck so he could kiss her while he came.

Valerie gave a final shimmy and eased herself forward so that John’s penis plopped from her anus. She took a handful of tissues from the desk and wiped herself then dropped the tissues in the bin and pulled up her pantyhose and knickers, pushing her still dribbling cock between her legs as she had no gaff, then smoothed out her hose and knickers as best she could. She pulled down her skirt and straightened it. John wiped himself and pulled up his pants.

Valerie sat back down, opened her purse and touched up her makeup using the small mirror in her compact, then she lit a cigarette and took an envelope out of her purse and riffled the banknotes inside it.

John sat across from her smiling, he placed the forged Batchelor of Education into an envelope and handed it over. Valerie checked the contents of the envelope to make sure no sleight of hand had occurred and happy with the contents she took the banknotes out of her envelope, snatched one hundred pounds from the bundle, and handed it over.

“Jesus Valerie! One hundred pounds for a fuck?” he whined.

“That’s a bargain John. I’m out of the fucking for money game; I just wanted to see if you had improved any,” Valerie raised her eyebrows at him and chuckled.

“I’m sure you service Miss Pops quite adequately based on that performance,” she snickered.

“Fuck you Valerie,” John was exasperated.

“You already have darling. Time to go sorry,” Valerie smiled and raised herself out of her chair.

John watched her saunter across the warehouse to the door and shook his head.

Valerie stepped outside with a smirk on her face and a rather pleasant squishy feeling in her knickers. The prossie had finished with her punter and was leaning against the doorjamb smoking a cigarette. She waved her fingers at Valerie who waved back nonchalantly. Billy waited for her next to the Jaguar they used to ferry the girls around in, and he opened the door for her politely.

Chelmsford Finishing School for Young Ladies subscribed to the 1973 Education Act which made provisions for the operation of educational trusts. This allowed Lisa to manipulate the money coming into the school from Valerie’s businesses. But it also meant that with few exceptions the faculty had to be qualified teachers.

Valerie had just gotten around three years of university by simply getting John Benstead to forge her a BA and as Lisa headed the faculty selection board, it was easy for her transition from student to teacher. She mainly taught fashion design and deportment courses but she had a college level knowledge of English and assisted with English composition but her acumen was business and she ran business courses for the girls, which she enjoyed. Any complaints from the other teachers were dealt with quickly and quietly and, as most of the faculty had recently received substantial pay rises, they were in no mood to quibble.

Valerie, Emily and Lisa had worked their way through the faculty list of five full-time teachers who taught the academic subjects, the remaining two part-timer teachers taught lifestyle related curricula. They weaned out a couple who they though would be trouble and kept the rest.

The headmaster was a weasel named Reginald Humphrey. He was an incompetent fool who had no idea what was going in his school, mainly because he hardly spent any time there. When he did attend, his main occupation was toadying to the so called wealthy benefactors who actually provided nothing, and ogling the students and staff.

“We need him gone Lisa,” Valerie said.

“Yeah but he’s going to be difficult to remove. He’s in with the hoi polloi so I don’t know how we do it?” kayseri escort she sounded frustrated.

Valerie grinned.

“I’ve got it covered. I seduced him about a month ago and he’s been coming around to my study to get his weekly piece of arse from me every Thursday. He will undoubtedly come around this afternoon when I’m supposed to be grading exam papers and I’ll have Emily hide in the closet and film him. Blackmail seems to be the best currency when it comes to me getting my way; that and a visit from Billy the Bottle,” Valerie smiled and Lisa blushed.

And so we come back to where this story started…

The headmaster had finished fucking Valerie and he stepped into and pulled up his trousers and Valerie moved her skirt a fraction across the opaque window pane; seeing no movement outside in the corridor, she unclipped it and stepped into it. She buttoned and straightened her blouse and tucked it into her skirt.

The headmaster, ever the gentleman, zipped the back of Valerie’s skirt closed; it was after all the least he could do after fucking her.

He cleared his throat.

“I’ll see you at the staff meeting then Miss Swindon,” he said loud enough for anyone lurking in the corridor to hear.

“Yes, of course headmaster,” Valerie replied in her smoky voice that drove half of the faculty wild with lustful thoughts.

The headmaster unlatched the door and strode purposefully down the corridor looking very self-important, the files under his arm a symbol of his status.

Valerie went to the ladies toilet to rid herself of Reginald Humphrey’s semen and to smoke a cigarette. She brushed her teeth and came back to her study to find Emily Milford sitting at her desk arranging the Polaroids.

“I like these shots where you can clearly see his face while he’s fucking you. You can obviously see you are trans but you can’t see your face,” Emily grinned.

“Well done sweetheart,” Valerie kissed Emily appreciatively.

Valerie strutted out of her study and picked up Lisa Meakins on the way to the staff meeting. The headmaster was stunned when Lisa tabled a motion of no confidence in Reginald Humphrey and propose he step down from his position. He was about to filibuster pompously as he usually did, when Lisa slid the Polaroids in front of him and kicked him under the table.

Reginald Humphrey called for an adjournment which was granted and he demanded that Lisa and Valerie accompany him to his study. He was surprised when he opened the door to his study to find Billy ‘The Bottle’ Butler standing just inside.

Reginald opened his mouth to speak and Billy punched him in the stomach and the headmaster folded.

“You have nothing further to say from now on Reginald,” Valerie said, closing the door.

“You’ve had a good run, made some money and even got to fuck me a few times but your time here is over. You can go quietly with a good reference from the school.”

“Or Billy here will carry you out unconscious and visit you once a week until you have no teeth left, then he starts working on other body parts. And we send copies of these photographs to your wife and every school and college to which you apply for a position.”

“Just nod if you’ll take option one,” Valerie said.

Reginald nodded whilst still bent over; the breath knocked out of him.

“You’ve got the afternoon to pack up and leave,” Lisa said dispassionately.

“Billy; see that he leaves with no fuss.”

Billy nodded and then plonked himself in headmaster’s overstuffed chair.

Valerie and Lisa went back to the staff meeting where Lisa was voted Headmistress and Valerie, Deputy Headmistress.

Valerie took off from school early and surprised Sally who also had the evening off.

Valerie dragged Sally to the bedroom and threw her on the bed.

“We’re all done darling! We run the school now, everything is ours and we’re going out to celebrate but first we are going to fuck each other bonkers!” Valerie grinned.

Sally squealed when Valerie leapt on the bed.

They kissed each other tenderly, there was no rush. Their soft lips pressed against each other’s and tongue’s tentatively slid into mouths. The kissing gradually became frenetic, their mouths locked together, tongues entwined, bodies pressed tight and legs intertwined.

They paused briefly to dispose of skirts and blouses and fell on each other again. Valerie freed Sally’s tits from her brassiere and pinched and rolled her nipples, Sally lowered her head to Valerie’s breasts and suckled and nipped at her teats. Hands snaked down soft white bellies and found satin panties bulging with hard cock. Valerie stroked Sally’s erect penis through the layer of shiny satin making her gasp and moan.

Sally squeezed Valerie’s hard phallus through her knickers, gripping it tight and stroking it. They wanked each other’s satin sheathed cocks and returned to kissing each other; their lust becoming a smouldering yearning demon that would soon need satisfying.

In unspoken agreement they turned head to toe so they could use their mouths on each other. Valerie licked at Sally’s cock through her knickers, gently biting the shaft through the satin. She raked her hands up and down Sally’s nyloned legs, knowing that the tactile embrace on her gossamer-clad legs would drive her into a paroxysm of lust.

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Sorry this took a while I’ve just been finding it difficult to find the time to work on this,

A big thanks to my editor Cden for her dedicated and tireless help with this. Please feel free to leave your comments and queries about it, or email me at [email protected]

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Oscars P.O.V

Zak’s eyes began to turn coal black before my eyes. He gritted his teeth and a look of almost agony crossed his face. Fear froze my stomach as his eyes burrowed into me, full of pain compared to the arousal of before.

He must have seen the look of fear on my face because it appeared to snap him out of the torture he seemed to be experiencing.

After a few seconds of breathing deeply, he slowly began to relax, little by little.

He moved towards me and extended a hand. I grabbed it hesitantly with my non bleeding hand and he tugged me up to my feet easily. I glanced down at his face and saw him staring at my hand.

“Don’t worry it’s just a small cut.”

I extended my hand for him to see the extent of the damage. He shrank away from my hand like a wild animal from fire.

“What it’s just a little blood.”

I pulled back my hand and rubbed the blood against my trousers. I tugged him through the woods in the direction of Manning.

His thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of my hand, which did more than just relax me. I learned that there was a connection between my hands and a now growing part of my anatomy.

“You’re cold.” I commented

He grinned at me then said

“I am always cold. You however, feel warmer than most humans.”

“Humans?” I asked, then continued

“You say that as if you are not one of them.”

He shrugged then said

“By now I am guessing you’ve realised I am not quite human. And by the smell of you.”

He inhaled deeply then said

“You are not completely human yourself.

There is human in there but it is hidden Artificial almost. Something is mimicking it.”

By this point his eyes had returned to their natural blue.

“What are you then?” I asked curious.

Not just about him but about what I was as well.

He grinned then said

“That is a secret for a little later. You on the other hand have an interesting scent. A wisp of the supernatural.”

“Zak I want to know something.” I asked

His smile faded slightly but he still said

“Ask away”

“What do you want from me. Is it just physical or is it something more” I said slowly

“Don’t worry I am not going to do something with you then desert you. If I am going to do anything I intend to stick around. I can only speak for myself but I am interested in something slightly more long term.”

“Over oh so many years I have had oh so many flings but never a true relationship. I used to be cruel and heartless. But that was a long time ago. Now I want someone to be with.” he said still grinning

“So I’m guessing you’ve been in relationships before?”

“I attempted one but he left me for someone else, the other I never truly wanted, but he kept on coming back and attempting to seduce me. That however was many many years ago”

“Years? Just how many have you been doing it for?” I asked

He laughed loudly then said

“So many more than I would care to count. Looks can be very deceiving.”

“What was that back there. You seemed almost in pain?” I asked still holding his hand

He turned his head to me then said ignoring my question

“If I am right I think we should get back to Manning. I think an old friend has decided to pay me a visit.”

“Well could we get back quickly. I’m bloody freezing” I said

He nodded then said

“Come on then”

He tugged me forward by the hand leading me along the dirt path towards Manning. I kept his hand locked in mine not willing to stop touching him. We reached the house quickly and avoided all people on the journey to our rooms thankfully.

He led me towards his room and quickly opened the door. I stepped in after him, after I had stepped through the door he let go of my hand and locked it.

He turned around and grinned at me, there was something about his grin that made me nervous but in a good way. He moved forward and rested his hands on my shoulders.

He pushed strongly and I toppled backwards onto the bed. Zak shifted me on the bed so that my head rested on the pillow, then he clambered up between my legs. He pulled his t-shirt over his head then leaned down. His chest pressed against mine. The coolness was not uncomfortable but almost pleasurable because of the contrast.

“Mmm so warm” he mumbled his lips coasting up my chest towards my neck.

He paused and lightly touched the thin silver chain I wore with his fingertips. His finger trailed briefly over the ornate Valknut charm present. The Valknut itself consists of three interlocking triangles, the charm was solid silver and I hardly ever took it off.

I anticipated his question and explained

“My mother gave it to me after my grandfather died. She said he left it to me”

He seemed uninterested in it after mersin escort that and pressed his lips back to my neck. His lips pressed lightly against the vein there. I shuddered as he kissed the soft flesh.

My hands rested against his back holding his chest against mine, with Zak breathing heavily against my neck. I moved one hand up to the back of his head and turned his head pulling his lips against mine, his hands resting on my shoulders squeezed them affectionately.

Our tongues met and I groaned quietly relishing his taste on my tongue. Zak then began to roll his hips causing excruciating friction through my shorts. He pulled back and grinned widely at me, I smiled back.

“I have not done this in a while” he said breathlessly

I looked away shyly and said

“Well I haven’t done it at all, but you seem to know what you’re doing”

He pecked me lightly on the lips then said

“Thanks. if you feel I am pushing you too far… let me know.” he hesitated for a second before continuing

“I can be quite bossy sometimes with what I want”

“So can I” I quiped

I moved my hands back to his arse and pressed him closer against my body. He groaned and his breathing accelerated. I could feel the hardness of his cock through my shorts and grinned slightly. Oh this was gonna be fun.

His hips rolled slowly causing elicit pressure to spread through my body. Zak’s body was hairless almost everywhere from what I could see and feel.

No under arm hair or facial hair at all. Just a light patching on his forearms. My hands still on his arse moved to the waist band of his boxers and slipped easily beneath. He pulled his head back and kissed me, his tongue dueling with mine.

The skin of his arse was silken smooth like the rest of him and I squeezed it eliciting a loud moan from him into my mouth.

He broke away and gave a throaty growl that shocked me since it came from such an innocent looking person. His eyes darkened again and he seemed to struggle internally with something.

He moved quickly to the side of my neck panting loudly. I sat up pulling him with me and wrapped my arms around him.

“Zak? What’s wrong?”

He muttered quietly against my neck

“I…I am close to losing my control”

“What will happen if you lose control?” I asked wiggling my eyebrows

“You do not want to know” he answered

“Then show me. Show me what you are” I suggested

He moved impossibly fast and stood with his back to me against the door. I swung my legs off the bed and moved to stand behind him. I reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. He turned slowly. His head downcast.

“So what are you then? Goblin, ghoul or tooth-fairy?” I asked jokingly

He chuckled then said as he raised his head, his lips lifting to expose his fangs

“Vampire”

I moved a hand to his chin and pulled his lips up to mine ignoring the fangs present. A look of shock crossed his face before he melted against my chest. I had never felt afraid of the strange and unexplained. Hey I was used to being bullied for being ginger. Who was I to judge.

“How old are you then?” I asked pulling away

He grinned weakly than said

“It will freak you out”

I grinned back then said

“I’m sure I can handle it”

He grinned widely before continuing

“As I mentioned looks can be deceiving. I am a lot older than I look.”

“Sounds to me as if you’re avoiding the question” I stated still trying to contemplate how old he could possibly be.

“Just promise not to overreact” he said seriously

I nodded and he continued hesitating slightly

“I was made a vampire in 169ad. I am 1843 years old.” he grinned nervously waiting for my reaction

“Seriously?” I asked slightly hesitant.

A thought crossed my mind quickly.

What could an 1843 year old vampire see in an 18 year old human?

He grimaced obviously hearing the thought then said

“I know it seems difficult to believe. But there is far more in this world than what you can see.

You yourself are part of it. There is something. hidden in your blood.”

I moved forward and wrapped my arms around him holding him against my body. He relaxed against me inhaling deeply against my neck. I stiffened slightly as I felt his fangs lightly drag across the skin.

“Do not worry Oscar. I won’t bite until you ask for it.” he continued brushing his lips over the pulse point.

“I am old even among my kind. Few survive till my age. I have been alone for so many years. I have wanted someone to be by my side for so long now.

With you it feels rights, with you I feel at peace.”

“Well I do know that I want you” I said pressing his back against the door.

He grinned weakly then glanced down.

“Hey” I said lowering myself to his level.

“Who am I to judge what is strange. I have been bullied for years just for my hair.”

He smiled widely revealing his dimples then said

“Stop talking. Just kiss me”

I grinned back and leaned closer.

Before kocaeli escort I could kiss him however, he shoved against my chest sending me back against the bed, painfully. He moved too quickly and shoved me down onto it, moving on top of me, pinning my arms above my head. I attempted to break free of his hold and heard him chuckle lightly.

He leaned down and kissed me releasing my arms. His chest pressed against mine sending tingles along my body and he kissed me with more skill than I thought was possible.

“If this is how good he is at kissing, Imagine what the rest will be”

Was one of the thoughts that ran through my head. Zak smiled against my lips obviously hearing that last thought. Hmm that gave me an idea. I concentrated and visualized reaching down with my hand and wrapping it around Zak’s cock. He growled lustily then said

“You are playing with fire”

I laughed seductively then said

“That is exactly what I want to do play”

“You are such a tease” was the response I got.

He pulled my lips back to his forcefully and kissed me.

My heart pounded in my chest obviously a distraction to Zak. His tongue met mine and I forgot everything else. Zak tasted sweet, addictive, his tongue using centuries upon centuries of experience to kiss me.

I moved my hands to his back and gently dug in my nails, dragging them down his spine. A shudder ran through him and he pulled away from my lips. His fangs were still descended and his eyes were a darker shade of blue than normal.

“I am watching my fangs. But you are not making it easy for me” he said breathlessly

“Oscar, I need you to understand”

he continued, trying to stop me from kissing him,

“You can not tell anyone about what I am…. If you did, I would have to kill them…. I would not even be able to save you, if others found out”

I pecked him on the lips then said

“Don’t worry. As you said I’m part of your world as well”

He grinned down at me, and rested his head against my chest over my heart.

“How did you become a vampire?” I asked absently stroking his hair

He nuzzled against my chest then said quietly

“Do you really want to know?”

“Yes” I answered

He rested his chin on my chest and looked up at me

“I was made vampire when I was 19 in Norway. I was born in 150ad.

I had run away from my home, if that is what you could call it. My parents beat me, starved me for days on end and so much more”

He paused and looked up and my face before continuing

“I had made a shelter in the forest. I remember hearing movement near me, and readied to fight off whatever animal or beast it could be.

A man walked out from the trees dressed in a monks robe. He said his name was Dieter. He seemed so kind even before he spoke. His hair streaked slightly with grey, a warm smile on his face, he reminded me of what my father should have been.”

He paused and looked distant as he concentrated

“He offered me food, and I traveled with him for a day or two. On the third night I was hunting a deer in the forest whilst Dieter went to collect water.

I however was foolish and simply stormed forward about to kill the deer. The deer heard me however and fled.

I did not see the wolf however, not until its claws dug into my flesh. It had been hunting the deer also, and when it had ran it attacked me instead.

It left me to die in that forest. My blood flowed out onto the floor of the forest and Dieter smelled it.

I thought I was hallucinating, moved like nothing I knew, faster than I could believe.

He came and carried me to our camp. I was on the edge of death slipping in and out of consciousness, most of my blood already seeping into the forest floor.”

He nuzzled closer against my chest before continuing

“He said that I had a chance to live, but warned me that it was not without a price. I accepted eagerly. Hopeful for any chance to live.

I told him to do it, any price was worth living.

He bit into his wrist and placed it to my lips. With each mouthful that flowed down my throat my strength slowly returned as my change began.

He pulled away and then pain flared through my body. It was like liquid fire coursing through my veins. It lasted for a few hours until my heart stuttered and stopped.”

I hadn’t interrupted him but listened intently up to this point. He stopped again and nuzzled closer against my chest.

“I woke up that night feeling wild and thirsty. Dieter explained to me what I was and taught me for many years.

In that time however I was not as restrained as I am now, I killed, fucked and fed to my hearts content. I soon began to see the disappointment in Dieter however and slowly I cooled until I was ready to leave. I traveled by day and night….”

I cut him off

“How can you walk in the sun anyway aren’t you meant to burn”

He laughed then said

“Do not believe all the myths you hear” Zak said grinning

“You mean like the myth that vampires exist”

“Well I can assure samsun escort you that one is true. Most myths were made up by humans to give them some sense of safety. I can go out in the sun without burning, crosses don’t hurt me, I can enter homes without invitations, I can cross running water, holy water does nothing and I have a reflection”

“So what can hurt you then?”

he looked up at me grinning then said jokingly

“Why? Are you planning on killing me sometime soon?”

I laughed loudly at his comment then said

“No, I’m just curious that’s all”

“I think I can trust you enough. We generally do not like our weaknesses to be known though.

Few things can harm us. Jade, we are mildly allergic to iron. The sun does not burn me as such, it just weakens my abilities. We can be killed in a few ways.

Draining won’t kill us but will cause us to petrify as it were. Until our bodies receive more blood we will remain frozen as a living statue

Decapitation or a stake through the heart made of Oak, Ash or Hawthorn can kill us.

Now however I think you need to go. We have roll call soon. I will see you tomorrow though. We could go somewhere if you want I’m sure I could persuade Mr Foster to let me leave.”

I nodded but didn’t move, reluctant to leave. H

e sat up and ran a hand down my chest. I had never been very proud of my body, I was thin and tall.

My muscles however weren’t as defined as those on Zak, but my abs now had some basic definition. Enough to distinguish each individually. He ran his hand along my abs then back up my chest. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down. He let me. We both knew I wouldn’t have been able to if he hadn’t agreed to it.

He grinned then said

“Chill. I will see you tomorrow.”

I laughed out loud then said

“Now that, was not something I was expecting from an 1800 year old vampire”

He grinned and pecked me lightly on the lips

“1853 to be precise” he corrected

before easily flinging himself off me.

I sat up then said

“Just how strong are you?”

He smiled at me then said proudly

“Very, the older the vampire the stronger and faster. I am very old. With my kind any blood that we ingest is immediately drawn into our bodies, much like a dehydrated person’s body quickly puts any water they drink to use, and as it enters our system it gains interesting abilities.”

He noticed the quizzical look on my face so continued

“If another, Vampire or otherwise were to drink a Vampire’s blood it would be the same as if a Vampire drank blood. It would be immediately draw into their bloodstream. The older the vampire the stronger the effects of the blood become.”

“So what does your blood do?” I asked now pulling him against my chest

“Well, for starters it can heal. At my age very little could do a lot of good. It increases the strength and speed of those who drink it. It causes those who drink it to become incredibly…horny. It has other effects but those are for another time.”

“So if I were to drink your blood would that turn me?” I asked hesitantly

“No, for that I would have to drain almost all of your blood, until you were on the brink of death, then give you almost all of my own.

When Dieter turned me I had practically lost all of my blood, he simply replaced what I had lost with his. Procreation is a tiring process though, the amount of blood we have to give is quite substantial.”

“Has anyone ever drunk from you?” I asked

He shook his head grinning then said

“In my position, aside from procreation, it is frowned upon to allow others to drink from me”

“Procreation?”

“The Vampire way of having children, making a new Vampire”

“Have you ever made a Vampire?” I asked interested

“As a matter of fact I have made two, but other than for making new vampires, in my position it is frowned upon to allow someone to feed from me.”

“Your position?” I asked interested

He grinned then said

“With my kind age goes hand in hand with power and position”

I leaned down and pecked him on the lips

“Well I’m glad that I managed to catch the interest of someone so powerful”

I said jokingly

He laughed a quick chuckle then said

“More than catch my interest. Snared and trapped it is more like.”

“Well I’m not the only one who has trapped the other. There is something about you. Something about you feels perfect”

I moved a hand up to his lips, they parted at my touch and he sighed. His fangs were still down and I pressed my thumb against one. The tip pierced my flesh and a single droplet of blood squeezed out of the flesh. Zak inhaled then tensed up pulling away slightly from my body.

I moved one arm around his waist and pulled him flush against my body. He looked up catching my gaze and I nodded, silently giving permission. His tongue darted against the skin of my thumb and lapped the droplet away. He moaned quietly, his eyes half closing in what I hoped was pleasure.

“Delicious” he said quietly his tongue darting idly against my thumb again

“Well sometime I hope I will be able to say the same” I quipped

He smiled removing my thumb from his mouth. He stood up on his tip toes and pulled my face down to his. He kissed me passionately his thumbs stroking my cheek bones affectionately, his tongue glided over mine eagerly fighting with me.

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CHAPTER TWO – Consummation

Maolisa untied the sash holding Aislin’s kimono closed, then used it to tie her wrists together. Taking the free end of the sash, she pulled Aislin out into the hall, up the stairs, and to Aislin’s bedroom. Once there, she untied her and took her kimono off for her, then pushed her onto the big bed in the middle of the room, “It seems my big sister is in luck. Her little sister is really curious about BDSM.” She tied her sister’s wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, making sure they were stretched just slightly uncomfortably, then sat beside her and explained the safety things she’d read about online, and set up a safe word and had Aislin practice saying it over and over so it would be in her head should the need arise. She stood up, bent over her restrained sister, and kissed her, letting her suck on her tongue a moment. “I’m going to get a drink. Did you want something?” She grinned as she left the room.

Aislin moaned in desire and frustration as her sister left her tied to the bed. Her hips and shoulders were aching from the tension Maolisa had them under, but the ache felt good and made Aislin feel more excited. She could feel her heart racing, and had a thin sheen of sweat forming all over her body. As she waited for whatever Maolisa planned she repeated the safe word over and over, scared that she would forget it and then need it. She trusted Mail not to hurt her any more than she wanted, but she knew that there was a very big risk that being so close might trigger an attack.

Taking her time, Maolisa went down to the library to get a bottle of brandy, then down to the kitchen to get some soda for Aislin. Mail knew Ash would want a strong drink, but she couldn’t let her have more than one because of issues with the medicines Ash took to try to manage her spiraling moods. She wiggled her toes on the cool tile of the kitchen floor and made a mental note to thank Aislin for getting her to pay attention to such things. Life is much more interesting when you notice the details.

Watching Maolisa enter the room carrying liquor, soda, and glasses, Aislin had to smile. Anticipation had her wet and warm, and Mail’s pretty, lightly tanned face made her heart melt, even more now that she knew Mail wanted her. Her stomach was still churning in fear and anticipation, since she had never had sex with anyone, and only knew of BDSM from reading. The one porn film she had seen was so badly made she was laughing too much to get excited, which her mother told her was typical of porn. Most films were so bad they were comedies, with only a few rare gems worth taking the time to watch, so Aislin didn’t waste her time with it much, and her sex education was none the worse for it, but nothing else substituted, and she still knew little to nothing beyond the biology her doctor told her.

Maolisa put the drinks and glasses on a small table by the door. It looked like it was intended as a night stand, but with the bed in the middle of the room it would have looked out of place to be beside it. She poured herself a glass of the brandy and walked up to the side of the bed, smiling down at her sister. “You look so cute stretched out like that. I probably need to get pictures before I let you up again.” She took a sip of her drink, her cheeks flushed as she looked over her sister’s body, admiring the way light seemed to make her white skin glow. With the freckles on her face and the red-brown of her areolas the only break in the color she looked as if she didn’t actually exist in this world. Maolisa realized she was holding her breath and let it out in a sigh. “Sis, you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I love you,” she smiled at her sister’s pretty face, “and I want to make love to you.” She grinned, “right after I play with you.”

“I love you, too.” She blushed and turned her face away, “after you play with me?”

“Wrestling your cute little body, tied down and naked, until you cry out with pleasure.” She took another gulp of brandy, then put it on the table and returned to the bed, kneeling beside her sister. “First, though, I want to kiss you and taste your candy coated tongue. You’ve tasted mine, but never gave me yours.”

Blushing more but trying to look at her sister’s face, Aislin murmured, “You didn’t tell me to. I can’t do things like that if you don’t tell me to.” She managed to force herself to look near her sister’s eyes and saw where she was looking, and blushed even brighter, looking away. “See, that’s why I don’t look people in the eyes!”

Laughing, Maolisa caressed her sister’s cheek and then kissed it, “No it is not, and you know it.” Pulling her face toward her, she started kissing her lips, “I bet you got excited knowing your sister was looking at your pussy with lust. Now give me your tongue.” As she sucked on the tongue, candy-sweet as she expected, she slid her hand down Aislin’s trembling cheek to her delicate throat, then brushed her fingertips lightly down her breastbone. She slipped eskişehir escort a fingertip over the hard bubble of a nipple. “You want me to think of you sexually.” Leaning over she blew lightly, then bit the nipple, licking while it was in her mouth. As Aislin moaned, vibrating Maolisa’s mouth, Maolisa had to moan in response.

Closing her eyes tightly, Aislin found she could concentrate on the feelings of lust and desire and keep the fear from growing too fast. She almost grinned as she realized the fear was actually contributing to the lust and excitement. As her sister pulled at her nipple with teeth almost as small and sharp as her own she cried out in a little squeak before biting her lips and forcing herself to stay quiet. She didn’t want to make Mail worry and stop. Each little bite, and there were many, made her feel warmer and wetter. Gradually, as the pressure built, she noticed she was trembling more.

Feeling her sister’s little body trembling, almost shaking, Maolisa stopped playing with her chest and looked up at her face. “Are you sure you can handle this? Do you want me to stop, or maybe go slower.” Watching Ash’s face twist in confusion she remembered, Ash couldn’t handle a series of questions very well, especially when she was emotional. She caressed Aislin’s chest and started again. “Can you handle all this?”

Aislin shook her head, “no.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Aislin shook her head again, “no.”

Smirking, Maolisa leaned over and caressed her sister’s nipples again, kissed her, licking at her lips, then moved away from her. Finding a comfortable chair near the bed she curled herself in it and watched as Ash’s trembling slowly faded.

“We’re going to have to go slow and let you build a tolerance, aren’t we?”

Looking a little sheepish, Aislin nodded, “uh huh. I’m sorry. I was so excited, being helpless and scared, I forgot to say something.”

Maolisa grinned, “So you liked being scared and horny at the same time?”

Aislin blushed and made sure her face was turned as far as it could be from her sister. “Uh huh!” She curled her fingers and toes as she realized how excited she sounded, whimpering a little in embarrassment. “Strong feelings get mixed up and then, um, well,” she trailed off weakly.

When Mail thought Ash was calmed enough to try again she stood and made sure she was in her sister’s line of sight, then let her kimono fall to the floor. She moved closer to the bed again, heading around the corner and approaching the footboard, then smiled up to Aislin. “I think you have a little foot fetish,” grinning a bit as Ash sucked in a tight gasp, “and I think it might even apply to your own pretty little things.” She grinned as the little toes in question curled up tightly, then reached for the closest foot, caressing the sole lightly, surprised to find it as soft as a child’s. She watched visible shivers run up and down her sister’s body as she touched her lightly, then opened her eyes wide as Ash moaned deeply. “I see it does.”

Whimpering and squirming, Aislin bit the inside of her cheek to try to keep quiet but as her sister’s fingers ran over the sensitive sole of her foot she lost a bit of control and moaned, twisting and turning in the satin bonds. Feeling as if she couldn’t get away made her moan even more and she looked away from her sister, a little ashamed of getting excited over such little things, her face reddening yet again.

“How can your itty bitty feet be so soft and sensitive when you go barefoot all the time?” Maolisa climbed on the bed to press her cheek to the bottom of Aislin’s foot, “you’re even softer than my bum.” She lifted her face and grinned at Ash, “You’ll get to feel soon.” She pressed her lips to the tiny toes and felt them curl tightly as her sister seemed to become tense all over. Kissing and rubbing her lips across the little balls had her sister moaning, gasping, and twisting side to side. Mail looked a few times to see if there was any fear on Ash’s face but was sure it looked more like excitement, so she returned her attention to the tiny toes. Sucking them into her mouth she moaned, vibrating them, and felt her sister bounce on the bed, her hips thrusting at the air, and she grinned to herself as she continued to run her tongue over the soft little foot until Aislin’s orgasm was done.

Aislin whimpered and wiggled her foot, trying to move it away, but between the gentle pressure of her sister’s hands and the sash holding her stretched out all she managed was to get her foot touching and rubbing Mail’s mouth more. She moaned and squirmed, her hips starting to thrust into the air, and tried to say the word but couldn’t remember how. Never having experienced such a strong reaction to anything she started to panic, pushing herself over the edge into an orgasm that had her entire body bouncing and thrashing as much as the ties would allow, squealing softly.

Maolisa resisted the urge to cuddle and escort eskişehir love her sister until the orgasm was done and she was lying, gasping for breath, with a huge smile on her face. Then, lying down alongside her trembling body, she kissed Ash playfully, “Time for you to give me your tongue again.” As Aislin eagerly obeyed Mail bit it gently before sucking it roughly. At Aislin’s moan Mail tried being rougher, and found that even biting enough to make her whine also increased her moaning. She tried to look in her sister’s eyes, but, as always, Ash couldn’t let her, closing them tightly. “Don’t forget to tell me when you are getting overwhelmed, okay?”

“Kay,” she murmured just before gasping as Maolisa twisted one of her hard nipples. “Sept sometimes.” She squeaked when Mail pulled the nipple hard, then moaned softly, “You’re gonna make me cum again!”

“You like me to hurt you?” Maolisa asked, just to confirm what she thought she was seeing. “Is that what Mom meant by sensation addict?”

Blushing and scrunching up her face, Aislin nodded. “Strong feelings make me horny.” She looked at her sister’s nose, “and I like being horny.” She giggled shyly, “Mom only found out cause she used to spank me for being bad since I don’t listen to getting yelled at and one day she was really mad and got carried away and gave me a huge orgasm. She hardly spanks me any more.”

Mail giggled with her, asking, “hardly?” and resumed torturing her nipples, biting and twisting and pulling, smiling each time she could get a squeal followed by a low moan. When she didn’t get an answer she bit harder until Aislin was whimpering and panting heavily. “So, do you get Mom to spank you so you can get horny?” Still without an answer, she bit one nipple hard enough for a sharp canine to pierce the skin.

Squealing and thrashing, Aislin started humping the air. The feeling in her injured nipple pushing her close to orgasm, she felt she couldn’t catch her breath and when Mail did it again she screamed and felt herself fall into an orgasm.

When she noticed Aislin start her orgasm Maolisa took a chance and pressed her mouth to her sister’s, kissing deeply while she enjoyed the results of her torture. Before she realized she was doing it she was straddling her humping sister and getting very excited from the pounding against her pelvis. As Aislin started to slow down, Mail kept a close look on her face to try to figure out if she needed to move or not, but Ash’s facial expressions were not very helpful. The change from thrusting her hips to trembling all over was a much stronger clue and Maolisa quickly slipped off.

Gasping for air, Aislin tried to wave her hands and kick her feet, starting to panic when she couldn’t, then remembered she was restrained. The thought made her feel safer and she stopped trying to move. As her awareness returned from her orgasm, she noticed her sister was on top of her, kissing passionately. She returned the kiss as well as she could, but the trembling started and she had to close her eyes and grit her teeth and ball her hands into little fists to hold back the fear. She breathed a huge sigh of relief as the skin touching hers moved away.

Maolisa knelt beside her sister again, spreading her knees, and reached out to caress Ash’s arm lightly, getting a twitching in response. She sat back on her heels and waited, smiling softly as Ash’s body very slowly relaxed. Once Aislin was breathing close to normal, Maolisa reached out slowly and took the injured nipple between thumb and finger and squeezed just enough to get a gasp and moan, “are you going to answer me now?” She grinned as Ash shook her head no, and pulled, “there’s only two ways this could end. You say the safe word, or you answer me.” Aislin twisted and turned on the bed, thrashing what little she could while tied so tightly, and tried to shake her head. Mail let up and watched Ash relax again, tears in the corners of her eyes. “Why won’t you answer?”

Aislin bit her lip and sniffled, then shook her head negatively. She looked toward her sister, then away.

“Are you ashamed of what you do?” Mail asked, then sighed as Ash nodded very slightly. “You don’t have to be. Not with me. I know you can be a bad girl at times, but it isn’t like you have a lot of control.” She leaned over and kissed her lips lightly, then whispered, “and I can spank you to make it better. Bad girls need lots of spankings, don’t they?” Aislin nodded vigorously, making Maolisa giggle. “I think we can work with that.” She looked at the blush on her sister’s face, “feeling naughty and ashamed makes you horny, too, doesn’t it?” She grinned as Aislin whined.

Keeping her face turned away from Mail made it easier for Ash to think, but still not comfortable enough to talk about the embarrassing things. She never could talk about them, always writing them ahead of time when she had to go to therapy, then just nodding or shaking her head as the doctor read and eskişehir escort bayan talked about them. She had hoped her mother would have told Maolisa all about that sort of thing so they never had to talk about it, but she could understand that maybe it was hard for other people to talk about, too. She was tempted to just blurt out that everything made her horny, but the same thing that prevented her from asking for what she wanted prevented her from admitting anything so bluntly.

Mail laid down on her sister, then forced her face around for a kiss, “I think I like my sister being so kinky. I can play with you and know that you like it even when it makes you blush and cry.”

Ash nodded and let herself be kissed again, letting Maolisa have her tongue. After being told to do it at least once, the fear of rejection could be overcome easier. It still existed, but wasn’t as powerful. She felt much more comfortable now that Mail had figured out some of her worst secrets, although she realized they weren’t really very secret. She managed to enjoy the kissing with her sister on her body for several minutes before the shaking started again.

Maolisa stayed where she was for a couple of minutes, watching Aislin’s face as the fear and sexual excitement built, then slowly started sliding down. She planted little kisses on Ash’s chin, then throat, then breast bone, pausing to admire her sister’s hard nipples standing up from her broad boyish chest, then moving down. She giggled as kissing made Aislin’s stomach flutter with a little waving motion, even the second and third time. By the time Mail was slipping down between Ash’s thighs, her sister was starting to tremble and bounce, moaning nearly continuously.

Starting to cry from the stress, Aislin wanted to tell her sister to leave her alone, and at the same time wanted her to continue. Her fingers and toes curled painfully as her body tried to panic and orgasm simultaneously. While she couldn’t decide which was more important, the question wasn’t really a question since she couldn’t talk anyway. The thought that she was completely helpless, without even recourse to the safe word, made Aislin start humping in preparation to orgasm, even before her sister fully reached her mound. She knew it was a race between the oblivion of a panic attack and the heaven of a panic-induced orgasm, although she wasn’t consciously thinking about it.

Feeling her sister starting to thrust wildly, Maolisa put her mouth directly on her soft, puffy little mound, kissing lightly, then slipping down a little to find the wet and stickiness that had built up in the fold. Pressing her tongue inside she discovered her sister had no inner lips, just a soft smooth fold leading to her tight little opening at one end and a tiny nub of a very stiff clitoris at the other. Wrapping her arms around the bouncing thighs to hold her mouth in place, Mail licked between the two places of interest, getting only a few very quick strokes in before she heard the squeal and felt the chaotic tossing of Ash’s orgasm starting.

Aislin relaxed quickly once Maolisa let her go, smiling briefly at her sister to let her know she was still aware before closing her eyes and starting to doze off, completely exhausted. Even light touches from her sister’s lips couldn’t keep her awake, although they did start getting her hot again before she lost consciousness.

Maolisa didn’t let the fact that her sister was asleep stop her from exploring her body, but took it as a convenient way to avoid the fear and stress attacks. Opening her sister’s pussy wide with her fingers, she poked inside with her tongue, savoring the thickening results of multiple orgasms. She decided she liked the taste of her sister slightly more than the taste of herself, which she already loved. She smiled as Ash moaned in her sleep, then inserted a finger deep inside, eliciting another loud moan, before slipping it out and using the juices to ease it into the little pucker of her sister’s bum. She was surprised to hear another loud moan, and moved her hand around to her own bum, pushing gently until a finger entered, causing her to gasp. She muttered into Aislin’s pussy, “I didn’t know that felt good!” With her own pussy hot and wet, Maolisa climbed back onto the bed and knelt in front of Aislin’s face, spreading her knees wide and sitting on her heels, twisting one ankle side to side until her heel slipped up to press hard against her wet mound.

The first thing Aislin saw as she woke from her impromptu nap was her sister’s small heel squeezing the lips of her pussy. She moaned in lust and licked her lips, sure she was still dreaming, and murmured, “do that to me!” As she heard her own voice she realized she was waking up and blushed brightly, closing her eyes tightly to try to make it into a dream where she could talk like that. When she opened them again a few seconds later the scene hadn’t changed and she bit her lip hard enough to hurt. She whimpered with desire, then looked up her sister’s body toward her face, stopping at her smiling lips. “Hi.”

“Hi.” Maolisa smiled down to Ash’s face, “I thought you might like seeing that when you woke.” She leaned over, lifting a little so her sister could see that her pussy had left her foot wet, and kissed her cheek lightly. “I hope you mind that I molested you while you were sleeping.”

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CvsN 28 – Robin’s Revelation

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Jack reestablishes his role in the house, openly with Debbie. Robin drops a bomb.

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Amie jogged up to Debbie who was starting work on dinner.

“Jack’s hard again. Do you mind if Robin and I play with him a while?”

Amie’s new beau had left before I made it out of the bedroom. Understandably, it was almost noon. I was determined to relax, and refuel. The last few days had been both strenuous and stressful. I was taking it easy, watching some pre-season football, when Amie showed up with a cold beer. She sat with me, putting her feet in my lap, and I quizzed her on Eric. She was content to fill me in on their rapidly advancing relationship. She was also doing her best to get me worked up. When Robin found us sitting alone, she joined in and they teased and tempted me to no end. I readily admit it, I’m weak. If I were Superman, pretty young girls would be my kryptonite.

No surprise that I was showing more than a little physical interest.

Robin was right behind Amie, “Please, just a little?”

From my seat I could see across the house, where my housemates were trying to butter-up she-who-controlled-the-penis. It was never stated as such, but was common knowledge.

The girls rushed back to me, giggling and dragging me off to our bedroom. “Deb says we can have 30 minutes. She can barely walk as is, and poor Beth is hiding in my bedroom, with a cold compress between her legs. You’ve practically ruined them both,” Robin laughed.

If I wasn’t sure of her intentions, her latest t-shirt message made it clear. “You’re on my list of things to do today.”

“How about me? Don’t I have any say in this. My poor cock is almost ready to fall off,” I argued.

Amie was already undressing me. “We’ll be gentle, I promise. Let’s go, the clock is ticking.”

Twenty minutes later, I was still taking turns on them, when Beth wandered into the room.

Amie jumped up from where she’d been playing with Robin, while I had my way with the naughtier sister. “Beth! Come play!”

Beth scrambled quickly across the room. “No way! I’m taking a long bath, and relaxing. I’ve got a lot of recovering to do. You forget that I’m going to have to climb back in that bed tonight.”

Amie was not that easy to get rid of. She had run over to Beth and was hugging her. “A little while, that’s all.”

Beth laughed. “That’s what he said this morning.” She turned on the water in the tub, then stood in the doorway, undressing, watching me drag Amie back into the bed, and climbing on top of her. “That’s the last time you travel alone, buster. Shit, if you’d been gone two weeks, I’d probably be in a wheelchair now, ruined for life.”

The truth was I was exhausted, and really needed a break. But after Cathy’s morning lecture, I felt the need to re-establish myself as Jack the insatiable, and undeniable.

I pulled out of Amie, and went to my favorite teenager. “The bath will take a couple of minutes to fill. Play with us.”

I grabbed her hand and dragged her to the bed, while she resisted lightly.

“Jack, I’m so sore,” she whined.

“I’ll be gentle. Just a minute, Ok?”

She sighed, and let me draw her down. “Get her ready?” I asked Amie.

“Mmm. Love to. She’s so sweet.”

I pulled Robin into my lap, where she used her mouth to make sure I was equally ready. That’s what I loved about Robin. So willing to play whatever part she was asked to, and always giving it her all.

When Amie moved aside, I pulled her over and kissed her. “Thank you. Keep an eye on the tub, please.”

Then I was between Beth’s legs, slowly, gently opening her up and sliding back inside of her. She grunted once, from soreness, then relaxed.

I leaned over her, kissing her lips softly, holding steady inside her. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Couldn’t you be happy with the wild ones?” she asked, a smile letting me know she wasn’t really complaining.

“They’re fun.” I leaned down and whispered, “But you make my blood boil. I love being inside you.”

I started stroking her gently. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself. Seeing you standing naked in that doorway, that’s just too much. You know that.”

She gave me a tender smile. “I know. I guess part of me knew what would happen if I came in here.”

I was long-stroking her, enjoying her for the few minutes I had her. “Are you really that sore?”

She nodded, “I don’t know how Debbie takes it.”

“I’ll be gentle tonight. We can use the back door, if the front is out of order.”

“Oh great. You’re going to destroy both my holes,” she complained, with an exaggerated eye roll.

“You don’t want Debbie to have to take it all, do you?”

She gave me a smack. “Lube. Lots of lube tonight. Got it?”

“Got it. And I’ll try to be gentle.”

“Like you were last night?” She turned to Amie who had shut off the water to the bath, and was returning to us. “Ames, take care of this please. And don’t let him mardin escort make you sit in his lap. He almost killed me that way last night.” I gave her a soft kiss, and let her retreat to her bath. Amie pushed me onto my back, and climbed onto my hard wet cock.

“It starts like that,” Beth said, watching her best friend ride me. “All sweet and loving. Then he fucks you to death, making you come and come until you completely black out. Then I think he sticks a baseball bat up your cunt, so when you wake you’re completely ruined down there.”

She smiled, and it felt like she was bragging. “I mean, really? When a girl’s unconscious, couldn’t you give her a break?”

“You know what you do to me,” I told her. “And there was no bat. Debbie wouldn’t allow that.”

“Thank God for Debbie. Could you imagine if I was as hot as her? After he fucked me to death, he’d probably go on fucking my corpse until I was cold.”

“Go on. That’s crazy talk,” I told her, while Amie did her best to tame me. “If you were dead, I couldn’t enjoy that mouth of yours. It wouldn’t be the same. I’ll never let you die.”

“God, Jack! You are so bad!”

Amie moaned. “Fuck! If this is bad, I don’t want to know good.”

That got Robin laughing, and Beth retreated to her bath, but not before looking over her shoulder and wiggling her tight little ass at me.

“Do that again, and I swear I’ll drag you back in here and fuck that butt until you pass out again.” I called out to her.

She smiled, wiggled her ass again, then quickly ran to her bathtub. The little tease.

Robin leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “We’ve got a few more minutes. I wouldn’t mind a little back-door action.”

Damn. The things a man has to do, to keep up appearances.

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Karen had the kids all day, so I could have a, supposedly, quiet day of recuperation, but she brought them by after dinner. We retired to the living room, all of us pretty well worn out. The kids were zonked, and were quickly put to bed.

Jim was retrieving the last of Karen’s things, and putting them in his jeep, while we enjoyed our adult milkshakes. They were decadent things, with lots of vodka and Bailey’s to give them a kick.

Let’s face it. Between Spain, and Deb’s cooking, my diet wasn’t going all that well. At least I was getting a little exercise.

Beth had retreated to the far side of the couch, letting Amie take her place. When Debbie settled in next to me, she frowned. “What are you doing over there?”

Beth looked at me cautiously. “Trying to stay alive. I know if he gets hard again, it’ll be the death of me.”

That got a good laugh out of everyone. “Did passing out really bother you that much?” Debbie asked with concern.

“Hell yeah! One minute you’re having the best orgasms of your life, and then they won’t stop. He won’t let them. You’re coming and coming, and you can’t see, can’t breathe, your head is bursting, your entire body is on fire, and then you wake up in bed, with no idea what happened in between.”

Debbie went over to her, hugging her. “When you blacked out he picked you up and laid you in your place in bed. He was very gentle. He didn’t do anything crazy. He wouldn’t, you know that. Even if he would, you have to know I wouldn’t let him.”

Amie had her hand in my lap, playing. “Come on, Beth. Was it worse than the night he took my ass for the first time? He went on for hours with both of us. I tried to get away twice, but he kept dragging me back for more. I don’t even remember how it ended, I was so out of it. I just remember waking up being held. That wasn’t so bad.”

Beth gave us a small smile. “Jeez. Do I remember? He was bad that night.”

It seemed like a night for one-upmanship.

Karen laughed. “You’re telling me. When we moved into Jim’s, they both took turns on me for hours and hours. They double teamed me a half dozen times, and wore me out, front and back. I remember being on top of Jack, while Jim filled my ass, and then all I knew was that I was lying on Jack, while he pounded into me from below. I completely lost it with both holes filled. I was used up, and Jack still wouldn’t take no for an answer, and filled my poor aching butt again. It was insane. I swear, when they finally gave up, neither one of them able to perform, I felt like I’d conquered Everest, even if couldn’t remember half of it.”

Robin looked over at Debbie, “How about you? I can only imagine what he does to you.”

Debbie smiled. “Whatever he wants, however he wants, for as long as he wants. I love the feeling of drifting off while he’s inside of me. And waking up to the feeling of him still taking me. You have no idea what that does to me.”

Robin pouted, “I feel so left out. Nobody ever fucks me unconscious.”

That got another chuckle from the crowd. Jim spoke up, “I think we can take care of that.” He turned to Debbie, “With Jack’s help of course, if that’s Ok with you?”

Debbie flushed. “Why do you guys van escort always say it’s up to me? It’s not like it’s my cock doing the fucking.”

She looked around and saw that nobody was going to let her get away with that. She finally giggled. It sounded so cute from her, she wasn’t much of a giggler. “Alright. It IS my cock. Happy?”

“As long as you share, now and then,” Amie laughed.

“We don’t even have to have him to ourselves,” Robin said.

Even Karen had to get in on the action. “But that’s Ok, too.”

Beth came to Debbie’s defense. “Come on guys! She shares a lot.”

That got a response from the peanut gallery. “Easy for you to say. You don’t have to get permission,” Amie reminded her. “Yeah, she shares with you every night.” Robin added.

I think that the teasing was getting to Debbie. I put my arm around her, and pulled her close. “Alright. Enough teasing. Keep it up, and I won’t let her share me with anybody. I’d be perfectly happy to save it all for my two roommates.”

Beth piped up. “Oh no you don’t! We need a break sometimes.”

Debbie gave me a hug. “Speak for yourself, wild child. I will never, ever say no to him.”

She turned to me, giving me a kiss. “Look at you. Hard again.” She grinned and took off her shirt. “Do you want me now, handsome? Here, now, in front of everybody?”

“God, Debbie. I always want you.” My voice cracked like I was going through puberty.

Looking around the room I saw a wide variety of responses. Jim looked excited, Robin looked surprised. Beth was wearing a huge grin. I think Amie’s was the best of all. “I love watching you two. Do her, Jack.”

She started clapping her hands. “Do. Her. Do. Her.”

Robin and Beth joined in, while Debbie undressed, then pulled my shorts off. I was definitely able, and God knows when it came to Debbie I was always willing.

Karen reached over and grabbed her sister’s hands. “Quiet, everyone. You’ll wake the kids. Then we’d miss the show.”

Debbie smiled for me, then climbed on my lap, straddling me. “Let’s give them that show.”

She lowered herself onto my cock, then rode me for our friends. Amie was still beside us, and couldn’t keep her hands off of Debbie. “Jesus, you two are hot,” she said. Debbie was exaggerating her movements, grinding against me, arching her back, stroking her own impeccable body. I heard poor Amie moan.

Debbie reached over and stroked her red hair. “Kiss me, Amie, for Jack.”

Amie got up on her knees, and kissed my naked Goddess. I held her hips still, and thrust up into her, enjoying my own show.

When Amie backed away, Debbie kissed me. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Go crazy on me. Use me hard. Give them the show of a lifetime.”

I slowly stood, still fucking her, moving my arms under her legs, then lifting her up and down on my cock. I lifted her high, and dropped her down, letting her own weight impale her.

“See,” Beth said to nobody in particular, “That’s how it starts. That’s what almost killed me.” She sounded just the slightest bit jealous.

Debbie’s bigger than Beth, and even as small as she was, she was tiring me. “Pillows,” I gasped. “Coffee table.” I nodded to Jim.

He got up, and I saw his cock was out. Nice to see someone was getting attention, not just me. He put a couple of seat cushions on the coffee table, and I placed Debbie on them. With the weight off my arms, I smiled down at my gorgeous lover, my face lowered until our noses just touched. I gazed into her eyes, trying to communicate all I felt for her. I slid in and out of her, deliciously, letting her feel how much I loved her. She lifted her lips to mine and I kissed her, first softly, then more intensely.

As much as she loved that intimacy, I knew this wasn’t the time for that. “Ready?” I whispered.

She nodded.

I hammered her. Full length. Pistoning away like I was trying to fuck right through her. Jim had stayed nearby. I realized that he’d never seen Debbie naked, so it was understandable that he would be enthralled. Amie had followed us over, and her hands were busy again, touching and stroking Debbie. The others soon followed suit, gathering around the coffee table, and touching Debbie. There was a sea of hands caressing her skin, a few of them fondling her breasts.

I lifted her legs into an obscenely wide ‘V’ and started long-stroking her, plowing her thoroughly. I saw her excitement peaking, whether it was what I was doing to her, or being the center of so much attention. I pushed her legs back further, so I could probe her more deeply, and lowered my hips to make sure I worked her g-spot. We were like a well oiled machine, my familiarity with her body making things easy. I knew what she liked, and where her magical places were. I played her like a virtuoso. Fitting, since she’d put a Stradivarius to shame.

She was squirming under the multitude of hands, and I saw her tense up, feeling her orgasm building like winding a steel-spring. ankara escort Her breath sped up, the tell-tale gasps and gentle moans, announcing her impending release. When she cried out it was beautiful to watch. Beth moved over her face, kissing her upside down. Damn, as if I wasn’t excited enough already.

Debbie squealed cutely when I lifted her bodily, straining to hold her in the air by her heavenly hips, flipping her over and putting her on her knees. I slid back inside of her, and fucked her easily, enjoying the change of pace for a moment, getting my strength back, and taking the edge off of my own need. I noticed that clothing was coming off, and some of our audience was sitting on the coffee table, to get closer. Amie was standing beside me, leaning over and holding Debbie’s fine ass for me. She was opening her cheeks, spreading her wide. Her face lowered and rested on Debbie’s butt, kissing her softly, then she turned to look up at me, and opened her mouth, practically pleading.

I almost grinned, at her willing presentation. We were making a sexual demon out of her. I hesitated for a moment, then recalled Cathy’s admonition. Man-up.

I pulled out of Debbie, and slid my cock between Amie’s lips. She sucked Debbie’s juices off of me, and I entered Debbie again, fucking her harder. Every so often, I’d pull out and let Amie suck me, before I hammered Debbie some more. I was getting more aggressive, pulling Amie’s head firmly onto my cock, pressing into her throat, making her gag. A stream of saliva spilled out of her lips, and ran down the crack of Debbie’s ass. As I fucked my dream, it pooled on my cock and slid into her.

I saw that Robin had wedged her head underneath Debbie, and was working on her tits. Things were heating up.

Beth was seated opposite me, and was stroking Debbie’s hair. I saw that Jim’s hand was underneath Debbie, caressing her breast, and I smiled when Karen grabbed his head, and pushed him underneath the blonde beauty. Jim stretched out on the coffee table, and Karen sucked him, while he butted heads with Robin, each gobbling one of her impeccable tits.

I felt Debbie’s trembling, and could sense another big one was coming. I also knew that I wasn’t going to be long after her.

Beth could see it coming as well, “She’s going to come for you Jack,” she said softly.

Debbie was moaning now, one arm clutching Beth. “Close,” she gasped, arching her back, pressing her tits down onto her oral admirers.

I gently pushed Amie away, grabbed Debbie’s hips, and fucked her like a demon. She cried out, her whole body tensing, and I could feel her pussy squeezing me. It was a huge one, and as she came down from it, I knew how I wanted to finish.

“I’m moving her,” I announced, and almost laughed watching all of our playmates scamper out of the way.

I put her on her back again, then laid over her so I could look her in the face. “You drive me crazy,” I told her, leaning down for a kiss. I felt a hand guiding me back into her, and looked back to see Amie doing the honors.

I turned my head and Beth was there, inches away. I kissed her deeply, while Debbie wrapped her legs around me, and I took her again. Beth alternated kissing the two of us, then moved back so I could have Debbie for myself. “I’m getting close,” I told her.

“Not yet,” Debbie pleaded.

Hands were squirming their way between us, grasping Debbie’s tits. Another was brushing the top of my cock, moving around Debbie’s clit. Somebody was rubbing me from behind where I was entering her, and I felt a naughty finger slide inside her with me, and then another, making the tightness almost unbearable.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m going to come for you, Debbie,” I groaned, lifting up and grabbing the back of her thighs. I fucked her hard, as deep as I could, each thrust setting her incredible tits in motion, under the questing hands of our friends.

“Come on her, Jack,” Beth urged. “Cover her with your cum.”

I hated the idea of pulling out of her. There was nothing I loved as much as emptying myself inside of her, but she had wanted a show.

As I passed the point of no return, I pulled out and leaned over her. For a moment her body was open, untouched, everyone watching. With a mighty groan, I came, my first shot nearly reaching her neck. I leaned over further, shooting on her beautiful pale tits, finishing over her smooth tanned stomach. I moved back between her legs, and pushed up inside of her, the spasms finishing inside of her. No way I was done with her yet.

For a few seconds she lay there on display, my juices branding her. Beth leaned over and licked my cum off of Debbie’s upper chest, and that seemed to open the flood gates. Karen and Robin set to work licking and sucking Debbie’s chest clean, while Amie laid claim to her soaked belly.

Debbie was staring at me, her eye’s opened wide. She gasped and then I saw her coming again. “Jack!” she cried out, her hands reaching for the sisters, pulling their heads down against her tits.

It was one of the most exciting things I’d ever seen, and any chance of my hardness wilting was eradicated.

Amie moved down closer, her head sideway, her mouth open for me again. She was a little minx. I pulled out and gave her a taste, before returning to Debbie’s warm nether embrace.

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