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There are four chapters to Blessings. They should post in daily intervals. Thanks go out to chargergirl for her support and for her expert eye. Don’t forget to vote and/or comment. I’d love to know what you think.

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As he’d suspected it hadn’t taken Amanda long to join him on the sofa. She had glided down the stairs like a goddess.

Amanda wore her sleeping clothes, a bright red Mickey Mouse t-shirt that stretched halfway to her knees. She was not long removed from her shower. Her skin was still flushed from the hot water and lustrous from the body lotion she had applied. Kevin pretended not to notice how good she smelled as she plopped down on the couch beside him. Apple body wash and strawberry shampoo conspired together to distract him from the football game. He inched closer toward her, shifting his hips just a bit on the sofa.

Angling his head to get a better whiff, he instead got a better view. Her right arm was propped on the back of the sofa; her shoulders were turned in his direction. The position accentuated the curves of her breasts. That they were angled toward him drove him mad. With each breath she took, they rose and fell. Unrestrained beneath her night shirt they were free to bob and sway, reacting to every little movement she made.

Kevin tried to concentrate on the game. Dad occasionally asked him questions about the two teams or about a particular player, but Kevin was too distracted to give coherent answers. He glanced at Amanda again; she now reclined against the opposite arm of the sofa. Her shapely legs stretched enticingly across the seat cushions. She scissored her legs, playfully bouncing her heels on the middle cushion. As her legs rose and fell, he was treated to enticing glances beneath her nightshirt. Her pale legs were even paler beneath the short hem of her red nightshirt. The soft flesh of her inner thighs jiggled with every motion, moving as unpredictably and as erotically as her breasts. Kevin angled his head a bit, trying to see even more. At the junction of her thighs he caught a glimpse of turquoise blue. He leaned forward, under the pretense of scratching his foot and glimpsed even more turquoise. Her panties, he realized. The leg openings were trimmed with black-and-white striped elastic. The harder he concentrated the more he thought he could see brown curls pressing against the soft fabric.

She stopped bouncing her heels. Her right foot reached out to touch his left arm. Fearing he might have been caught peeking, he abandoned his view of her panties and concentrated on the TV. She rubbed the sole of her foot along his arm, tracing a delicate pattern across the navy sweater. Slowly she moved down his bicep, across his elbow, and over the length of his forearm. Kevin shivered. Beneath the sweater, his arm hairs stiffened at her touch. She moved her foot down, slipping it under the cuff of his sweater. He glanced at her face, but she was watching the game intently, paying absolutely no attention to what her feet were doing. Her foot slipped out of his sweater. Her nimble toes curled around the top of his hand, and she pinched him, hard.

Kevin yelped. He grabbed his hand as she squealed with laughter.

“Mandy, stop pestering your brother,” Dad warned.

“Sorry Daddy.” Her lips drooped in a pout. “We’ll kiss and make up.” She crawled on her knees to Kevin’s side and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek. She left a streak of saliva on his face and laughed again. Refusing to relinquish her pout, she turned to Dad and asked, “Would you get me something to drink?”

Dad asked what his little girl wanted. Kevin rolled his eyes. His dad wouldn’t have been so accommodating had he asked.”You want something, Kevin?” Dad asked. Kevin called out Diet Coke, as his father headed for the kitchen.

Amanda was still close at his side. She pressed her warm body against Kevin’s shoulder. He wanted to put his arm around her waist, to hold her even closer, but he was afraid she might laugh at him.

“Can you believe what they thought?” she said. “I mean you and me?”

“It’s nuts,” he nervously answered. He felt his hand leave the safety of the sofa. It was destined for Amanda, more specifically the warm skin of her exposed thighs.

From the kitchen, Dad hollered at them. That was enough to halt Kevin’s advance. Dad yelled that they were out of Diet Cokes. He asked if the regular kind would be alright.

“You want to mess with him?” she asked.

Kevin’s hand fought to rise from the sofa. He swallowed hard and asked how.

“Follow my lead.” She climbed on Kevin’s lap and sat facing him. He oophed like he’d just had the wind knocked out of him. “Coke sounds fine, Daddy,” she called. “I think Kevin’s in the mood for something sweet, anyway.” She grabbed his wrist and forcefully placed it on her thigh.

He was in heaven, absolute heaven. As she squirmed on his lap, trying to find a more comfortable position, her soft butt ground against Bergama Escort Bayan his crotch. He wanted to trail his fingers up her magnificent legs, to sneak under the hem of her nightshirt and feel her magnificent ass through the turquoise cotton panties, but he was completely frozen. He could do nothing but sit there and sweat. She tugged the zipper of his quarter-zip navy sweater, exposing the white oxford he wore beneath. She undid the top two buttons of the shirt and exposed the base of his long neck.

She pressed her lips to his neck just as Dad returned with the sodas. Dad looked as confused as Kevin felt. Her lips climbed the side of his neck. They weren’t proper kisses, just light contact between her lips and his skin (this was, after all, a put-on), but they were incredibly hot.

She rose up on her knees and sank back down, better positioning herself over his crotch. “Mmmm,” she moaned, “Daddy, you were so right. Kevin and I are so good together.” She leaned forward to quickly peck Kevin’s lips. She remained in that position, rubbing their noses together and mashing her breasts against his heaving chest. “Come on,” she whispered into his mouth, “play along.” Kevin slipped his hand under her nightshirt. He grazed her soft butt before settling on the small of her back. She reacted favorably, cooing into his ear and playfully nipping the lobe. He wanted to move his hands and graze her butt again, but he was totally paralyzed. “And to think, we have Daddy to thank for everything!”

Dad stumbled backwards a step. Despite the little conversation he and Kevin had, it was clear that he was not prepared to see his son and daughter engaged in any type of intimacy. He fell backwards into the recliner. Both glasses of Coke went flying, thoroughly drenching both he and the chair. She nipped Kevin’s ear one last time before losing control. She threw her arms around Kevin’s neck and tried to smother her laughter in his shoulder. He was still erect, and she was still in his lap. He had been so nervous that he didn’t realize how close to climax he was. Her laughter sent tremors throughout both of their bodies. Her unrestrained breasts jiggled against his chest; her soft legs clenched tighter around his lap; and her crotch, that place that radiated such glorious warmth, rubbed his own crotch, teasing his erect penis. His tension eased just enough to where he could move his arms. His hands slipped to her butt. He kept them there, using the justification that he was helping her keep her balance; he didn’t want her to fall over laughing and bang her head on the floor. He had touched her there before. There had been accidental brushes, playful smacks and pinches, but nothing like this, nothing like molding his hands around the perfectly shaped cheeks. He wanted to squeeze them, but he didn’t dare. He just kept his hands in place and hoped she didn’t figure out what he was doing.

Dad got up from the recliner. His white t-shirt was soaked with sticky brown soda. “Damn it, Mandy!” he cursed.

Amanda started laughing all over again. “What’s the matter, Daddy? Not quite ready for grandkids?” That statement combined with the friction from her body was too much. Kevin felt the orgasm approach but was powerless to stop it. His hands moved to her hips, where he tried to rock her against his spurting penis.

The release was amazing. Mandy was amazing. He spurted again and again, soaking his boxers.

He was so in love but knew that none of it was real. The kisses were fake, the touches an act. He felt increasingly foolish as his cold, wet penis wilted. He pitched Amanda off of his lap. She was still laughing at Dad’s spill when she asked why he was leaving. Kevin made up a lame excuse about homework. He didn’t want Amanda to see the growing wet spot on the front of his jeans, so he walked sort of hunched over, blocking his fly with his left hand. The strange position probably only drew attention to it. He heard Mom at the top of the stairs. She asked what the commotion was. Kevin knew he didn’t want Mom to see the wet spot, and he didn’t want to explain what had just happened between him and his sister. Repeating the lame excuse about homework, he abruptly left.

The week passed, and Kevin was able to reclaim some manner of focus. The grind of his job certainly helped. Kevin worked a paint line in a small manufacturing plant. The job was hot and messy; he often had to use the company shower to get the sweat and powder-coat out of his hair, but at least the job offered solitude. Spending nearly ten hours a day in a paint booth was a unique kind of meditation. Muttering to himself through the respirator, he spent the week considering life and love, and replaying Monday evening on the couch with Amanda more than a few times.

It had been a game to her, a not-so-innocent joke. She had laughed, not only at Dad but at him.

By Friday, he decided he needed a diversion, so he Bergama Escort found himself thinking about Cassie. Thinking about her conjured up memories: Cassie in her flowery Easter dress, Cassie in English class twirling ropes of blonde hair around a mechanical pencil, and Cassie at the waterpark on Memorial Day, modeling the new bikini she’d bought just for him. And that bikini was fantastic. The triangles of turquoise and beige stripes had done little to conceal her willowy body. She was quite thin, a bit too thin, but she looked absolutely stunning in a bikini, like a model.

Kevin had never been outgoing. Girls he found particularly intimidating. He had gained a bit of experience playing the standard teenage dating games; he spent years trying to get from one base to the next, and he lost his virginity under the most clichéd of circumstances, prom night. Yet he’d never been the type of guy who would traipse through clubs or parties scoping out his next conquest. He felt little compulsion to approach strange girls.

Cassie had been different. He’d met her in English class last spring, and the two seemed to click. She was rational and sensitive (everything he was), yet bubbly and outgoing (everything he wasn’t). Everyone who met Cassie fell instantly in love with her; Kevin was no exception. Yet it hadn’t worked out. They hit a few snags in the relationship when they started spending less time together. She drifted toward her friends, and he drifted toward his. The drift turned into a mutual decision to take a break from one another, a break that never ended.

And thus we prove that Kevin Armstrong is the biggest idiot on the planet. He should have called her, or sent an e-mail. Hell he could have mailed her a postcard. He wondered what might have happened had they not broken up. Monday on the couch wouldn’t have happened; that was for certain. He wouldn’t have ruined a perfectly good pair of boxers and his favorite jeans. He wouldn’t be slowly driving himself crazy thinking about Amanda.

After getting off work Friday, Kevin stopped at the bank, picked up a take-and-bake pizza for dinner, and bought a pack of vacuum bags at Wal-Mart. As Kevin cleaned his apartment that night he made a mental checklist of his plans for the weekend. Bob, one of his buddies from work, was moving into a bigger house. To spare Bob the expense and expertise of professional movers, the guys at work had all promised to pitch in. That would eat up a good portion of Saturday. And then what? He would do homework Sunday morning. The F he received Monday was a blow to his overall grade, but with strong homework and even stronger test scores, he could salvage his grade. He might even be able to finagle some extra-credit work out of his professor, Mrs. Langdon. Then he would have just enough time to hop over to the parents’ for movie night.

Absentmindedly, he picked up the day’s copy of the Star. He flipped to the movie listings section, before freezing. His imagination conjured up an image of Amanda; the zipper of her yellow cardigan lowered just enough to show she wasn’t wearing anything beneath. Cleavage, he saw a hint of her white, generous cleavage. She climbed on his lap, facing him the way she had Monday night. He tugged the zipper all the way down, and parted the sweater. Her large, tear-shaped breasts were capped by swollen pink nipples. The areolas were round, and half-dollar sized. He wanted to kiss them, then keep them between his lips and suck. He imagined her whispering that he could do anything he wanted to her. She kissed his lips hard, promising that this time it wasn’t pretend.

Kevin blinked the bewitching image away, realizing, to his consternation, that his penis had grown rock hard. He couldn’t think such things about Mandy. And he certainly couldn’t see her, not in his current state. The movie could wait a weekend. The evil empire wasn’t going anywhere. Diarrhea Face wasn’t going anywhere. And other than helping his friend move in the morning, he wasn’t going anywhere for the rest of the weekend.

Amanda heard a car out on the street. She rushed to her bedroom window and peeped through the curtain, but it was only the neighbor, Mr. Pinkston, just back from the store. She slowly put the curtain back in place and retreated to her bed. She felt like such a waste of space, wearing her nightshirt at Seven P.M. on a Sunday night. Usually, she and Kevin would be at some grimy drive-through, pigging out on greaseball burgers, a meal that was always followed by a trip to the multiplex. There they inhaled even more junk food, indigestion be damned. It was their little tradition, and she liked it. But Kevin hadn’t been around since Monday.

Dad had been furious once he got the soda cleaned up. But it was a great prank, and Kevin seemed to have enjoyed himself. He was certainly hard enough. She didn’t blame him for that. She knew that guys got erections every time the wind changed. The Escort Bergama way she was squirming around in his lap probably didn’t do him any favors. She got a little wet, too, but only from the friction of their bodies rubbing together.

She remembered his hands had snuck under her nightshirt. She hoped he hadn’t noticed her wet panties. It would be incredibly embarrassing to let your brother know that rubbing on him made you wet. No, she decided, he only felt my butt, not my crotch.

She thumbed through a few magazines as another hour ticked away.

Surely he had laundry to do, or he was running low on groceries. He usually stopped by after work a few times per week to raid the pantry and fridge or do laundry. He hadn’t even called. She had his number, of course, but she was reluctant to call him. After Monday night, and their parents’ little stunt before that, he was probably just a little weirded out. She hoped that he’d snap out of it soon; she really missed his company.

She turned on her laptop and instinctively found herself at the movie listings website. It was so nice to spend time with a guy without any expectations or pressures. She could cuddle next to a warm body in the chilly theater and not have to worry about where her date’s hands might go or what his hands might do when they got there. She always felt so secure with Kevin, and it was the kind of security that only a big brother could provide.

Another car moved up the street; this one slowed to the squeak of shoddy brakes. She knew the squeak by heart and bounded down the stairs. Kevin was too late for dinner, but Mom heated him a plate of lasagna, and cut a piece of chocolate cake. Mom had cut them each a piece of cake. Kevin stood at the counter, shoveling forkfuls of noodles into his mouth, while the rest of the family sat at the table, civilly eating cake. He poured a glass of skim milk and quickly downed it. He offered a deluge of schoolwork as the reason for his sudden reclusiveness. Amanda knew better. She could see his discomfort in the way he inhaled the food (the faster he ate, the faster he could leave). She could see it in the way he desperately avoided any and all eye contact with Mom, Dad, and especially her.

“Well,” he said, using the good dish towel as a napkin, “You are still the world’s greatest cook, Mom.”

“Actually,” Dad said, “your sister made the lasagna.”

Amanda licked some chocolate frosting from her lower lip. “It was just Hamburger Helper, no big deal.” She had made the cake from a mix, too, but didn’t want to brag.

“Don’t sell yourself short, cupcake,” Dad said. “You’re going to make someone a great wife someday; just not Kevin, apparently.” It was a brave attempt at diffusing the tension, and a funny one. Amanda couldn’t stifle a giggle, neither, apparently, could Mom or Dad.

Kevin’s mood changed at the sound of their laughter. He went from uncomfortable to indignant. “What is wrong with you people?! Do you think I’m some kind of perverted freak who can’t find a real girlfriend?” He still had some chocolate in the corner of his mouth. “I would never touch Mandy, never, God damn it! So just let it fucking rest.”

He pitched the fork into the sink, letting it clatter around in the stainless steel basin. As quickly as his anger flared, it subsided. He quietly apologized for the outburst, his eyes trained on the dirty dishes in the sink. He still wouldn’t look at Mom or Dad, but he turned to look at her. It was a curious look, one of hurt mixed with fear. He had something to say but wouldn’t do it in front of Mom and Dad. She had the funny feeling that she wanted to say something to him, though she didn’t know what. He left before she could figure it out.

In the sanctity of his apartment, Kevin finally returned to normal. He could breathe again without raspy wheezes. His cheeks were no longer red and hot. He unbuttoned the collar of his shirt and flopped down on the sofa. He turned TV on out of habit, but quickly turned it off. He rolled on his side and tried to rest, but something in his pocket was poking his hip. It was his cell phone.

Kevin flipped the phone open, prepared to call home and apologize for the way he had left. He flipped through the contacts list, flipped right past Amanda’s cute picture and didn’t stop until he reached the end of the list. Without thinking he pressed call. A youthful female voice answered after one-and-a-half rings. She didn’t say “Hi” or “Hello” or “This is Cassie.” She answered by calling out his name, “Kevin?” Her voice registered surprise, but it sounded like she was pleasantly surprised.

He paused a moment, stunned by his own boldness. He was not the type of guy who called girls out of the blue. “Yeah, Cassie, it’s me. It’s been a while, huh?”

She giggled a bit and answered, “Yes it has.” He could imagine her perfect white teeth smiling just then.

He loved it when she smiled and wished he could see her. He gathered his courage for the next question. “Would you like to do something tonight?” He wanted to smack himself for being so stupid; it was almost nine o’ clock on a Sunday.

“Sure.” She answered quickly. “I mean, I have to work tomorrow, but we can hang out and catch up for a little while.”

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Bruce was my neighbor, and basically my best friend. About ten years ago my wife and I moved in next door to Bruce and his wife. The women hit it off before we even unloaded the moving truck. That weekend, Bruce and his wife had us over for dinner. That’s when I found out Bruce likes to hunt and fish just like I do. After a couple weeks, he invited me fishing with him and a couple of his friends. It was great. Over the years we hung out a lot. Our wives even got pregnant about the same times. We each now have three kids.

Some weekends we would take turns pairing off and watching the kids. My wife and I keeping their kids, and them keeping ours. Bruce and I would even keep the kids, so that the wives could have girls weekends. That worked perfectly for when Bruce and me would take a weekend to go hunting and or fishing.

Most of our trips ended up being just the two of us. It was hard for any of our other buddies to get away much. Having your best friend right next door, and our wives besties too, made it easier for us.

The last trip we took is what this is all leading up to. Bruce and I decided to head out fishing, and since no one else could go, Bruce suggested that we go to a lake that his dad used to take him when he was younger. His Uncle owned a cabin up there, and had a small boat we could use.

It was about three hours drive, and out in the middle of nowhere. We made good time, and decided to get out on the lake when we arrived at about 10:30 am. We weren’t having much luck, and after a few hours, decided to head back in, and try early the next morning.

It was October, and even though it was unusually warm, the temperature started to drop as we headed back to the boat dock. While Bruce was tying the boat down, I started grabbing our gear. I guess I wasn’t paying much attention, because the next thing I know, I hear a big splash.

Somehow I accidentally hit Bruce with a fishing pole, and he fell in the lake. The water felt as cold as ice. I was able to pull him out of the water, but he was freezing. I got him back to the cabin and started a fire in the stove to help him warm up, then went back and got all our gear and put it in the truck.

When I got back into the cabin, Bruce was shivering. He was still in his wet clothes. I told him he needed to get undressed and dry off, but at this point, his energy was drained. I figured it was my fault he was all wet, so I had to help him. I took off his shoes and socks. Then his shirt and t shirt. I was hesitant at this point, but I didn’t want him to fall over, so I took his pants off of him. His underwear was soaked too, so I dried him the best I could, got him to the Kınık Escort bed, stripped the underwear off him, then covered him up.

I put more wood in the stove, and realized that the temp had fallen even more by this point. I looked over at Bruce, and he was still shivering. I went and sat in his bed, and he seemed so out of it. I reluctantly decided that the only thing I could do is to lay in the bed with him, and use my body heat to help warm him up.

I threw enough wood in the stove to last the night, then I stripped down to my underwear, and laid down beside Bruce. I covered us both, and wrapped my arms around Bruce to try and get him warm. We must have laid there for a couple hours. I had dozed off, but had woken up. Bruce finally stopped shivering, and seemed to be sleeping pretty soundly. I went to get up, but I was tired, and it was cold, so I just said what the hell, and went back to sleep.

At some point later, I woke up and felt Bruce snuggled up to my back. I felt something. What was that poking me? It was Bruce’s cock! It was pushed up against my ass cheek. He must be having a pretty good dream, I thought to myself. Then I realized that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. I don’t remember taking them off, but I don’t know. Maybe I did and just don’t remember or didn’t realize that I did.

Even though I was definitely uneasy about the situation, I didn’t want to wake Bruce up, and I really didn’t want to get out of the bed with it being so cold, so I decided to try and go back to sleep.

I wasn’t having much luck sleeping. I never would have thought that I would be laying next to my buddy, butt ass naked. That’s when I felt Bruce moving his hips. That must be one hell of a dream, I thought to myself. He was getting rock hard and rubbing it on my ass cheek. I started to wonder what it would feel like rubbing up and down my ass crack.

What the hell? Why was I thinking about that? I had never had a gay thought in my life, and here I was. Naked in bed with another man, wanting to feel his cock in my ass. Wait…on my ass. No. I was now thinking about it in my ass. How he would slowly slide it in and out of me. I need to get out of this bed, but why am I not getting up?

I laid there for awhile internally arguing with myself about whether to get up, or stay. I finally figured that Bruce was so wiped out, that he wouldn’t wake up anytime soon, so without stopping myself, I reached around and moved his cock in between my ass cheeks. Then I waited to make sure I didn’t wake him. When he didn’t move or wake up, I decided to move my ass a little, and grind up against him. It felt so good. It must Kınık Escort Bayan have felt good to Bruce too, because I could hear him moaning in his sleep, and he started grinding back into me. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. Even more so than that, I couldn’t believe how big Bruce cock was. I have seen his cock a few times over the years, but never hard. I always felt bad for him because his cock was only a couple inches. I didn’t know he could get this big. It had to be at least 9 inches.

We laid there. Bruce asleep dreaming of screwing his wife or some hot fantasy chick, and I was using him to satisfy some perverted fantasy of my own. I felt so guilty. All of a sudden Bruce put his arm around me and was hugging me. Now there was no way I could get up without waking him. I was actually relieved. I convinced myself that it would be selfish to get up now, and wake him up in his weakened state.

So I stayed. I started touching myself, because by this time, I was hard as rock too. Then I felt Bruce starting to play with my nipples. He was still asleep, so he must think they are a woman’s. It felt really good. My wife had never touched my nipples, so I had no idea how good it felt, but it turned me on even more. I started moving my ass, so that whenever Bruce would slide his cock, the tip would hit my hole. After a couple times, I was afraid the impact would wake Bruce. I remembered that I had a little tube of lube that I use on my fishing reel in my pants pocket, and it was within my reach, next to the bed, so I got it.

I leaned slightly so that I had room to squirt some on my asshole without disturbing Bruce. I then leaned back into him and his rhythmic grinding. His cock head was now starting to enter me. I just meant to lube my crack, I wasn’t intending for this. Or was I? At this point I’m not sure if I was even thinking clearly anymore, all I knew was that I wanted to see how far this would go. How far into me would Bruce go. With each thrust a little more of his cock went into me.

Finally I felt his hips press against my ass. He was all the way in. I was getting fucked. I swear it felt like his speed was getting a little faster. His cock was hitting something inside of me. Every time he would push inside of me, it felt like a quick, but very strong orgasm. Over and over again. Now I knew he was going faster, I wondered what he would do if he woke up and found me instead of some woman on his cock. Then I heard it. He moaned my name. “Oh Jay”. Was he dreaming about me, or was he awake? All of a sudden I felt him kiss and nibble on my shoulder. Surprised, I turned my head to look at him, and he kissed me. Escort Kınık

Now I am laying here with his cock deep inside my ass, and his tongue probing my mouth, and all I did was…moan. I moved my free hand to the back of his head and held him in our kiss. I felt him swell inside me, and he moaned as he shot his cum deep inside of me. That set me off and I shot rope after rope off the side of the bed. After we were both done cumming, he started to get soft and slipped out of me, but he kept his arms wrapped around me. It felt so good being in his arms, that I was asleep within moments.

I woke up the next morning and Bruce was cooking breakfast. I didnt even remember what had happened until I went to stand up, and realized I was completely naked. What the hell did I do? Was he really awake? My mind was racing, and I couldn’t think straight. Bruce then yelled at me and told me to get up, because the food would be ready in less than a minute. That’s when I noticed that Bruce was just wearing underwear…my underwear.

“Is that my underwear.” I asked.

He looked down, shrugged, and said “I guess so. It was the closest thing when I got up earlier, so I just put them on.”

I sat there for a moment. Still trying to piece things together. Bruce must have understood this. He sat next to me on the bed, and put his arm around me and looked me in the eyes. Then he leaned in and kissed me, and I didn’t pull away.

“How could you be so nice to me after what I did to you?” I asked him.

“Well, I kind of manipulated the situation.” He said while shrugging his shoulders. “You didn’t actually hit me with the fishing rod. I just jumped in the lake.” He continued telling me how he had developed feelings for me, and purposely planned this trip when he knew no one else would be able to come with us. He faked the shivering, and he had pulled my underwear off in the night.

I started getting mad. Then he told me “I never expected you to move my cock into your ass.”

He was right. He may have tricked me into taking care of him, but I am the one who positioned him into my ass. Hell, I even lubed my ass for him. I was stunned.

“If your not ok with what happened, then we can just fish, or even go home if you want. If you are ok, then we can see how it is when neither one of us are trying to be quiet.” Bruce said. “I actually thought you would fuck me first. I figured I would have to beg you to let me fuck you.”

With that, I just stood up, and led Bruce to the shower. We never did fish. I learned that I love to suck Bruce’s cock, and that he sucks my cock better than my wife ever did. We love fucking each other, and will even lay together and kiss. He is the best kisser.

I don’t know what will happen when we get back home, but we both decided to keep it between us. We just turned onto our street. The weekend is officially over now, but I have a feeling that this is just the beginning.

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“Hey Tim, you home?” I bellowed as I walked through their back door.

Tim was one of my best friends and we had decided to attend the same college after graduating high school and were finishing up our freshman year. We were supposed to study for an upcoming math test together after we finished class. Since his parents both worked, they weren’t home now and wouldn’t be for another few hours. I stopped in the kitchen and listened for a reply. When I didn’t hear one, I yelled again.

“Hey Tim, it’s Nick. You upstairs?”

Still no answer, which was weird. Tim knew I was coming over, and since the house wasn’t locked he had to be home…somewhere. He had to be up in his room. It was the only thing that made any sense. I crossed the living room and headed for the stairs, figuring he was up in his room. Their house was pretty plush, so the thick carpet on the steps prevented any creaking or other noise as I climbed them. I reached the top of the steps and walked down the hall towards Tim’s bedroom, thinking nothing was out of the ordinary. Tim tended to be distracted all the time, one of those things that led to our planned study session this afternoon.

Not suspecting anything I was about to say hello when I walked into his room and saw him. He was sitting as his computer and was rubbing his crotch through his shorts while staring intently at the porn website. His shorts were tented up by his obvious arousal, his hard-on stretching the fabric. Tim pumped his shaft through his shorts slowly, a damp spot hear it’s tip. Obviously, he hadn’t heard me come in or holler from the downstairs from the startled look on his face and feeble attempt to hide his hard-on as he realized I was in his room.

“Uh, sorry man….didn’t hear you come in.” He stammered.

His face was flushed and there were small beads of sweat on his brow. I must have surprised him at just the wrong time. I pretended not to notice the clearly outlined bulge in his shorts and looked down at the floor, rummaging through my backpack while Tim shut off his computer. Seeing his chance, he awkwardly flopped from his desk to his bed, trying to keep his back to me.

“Dude, were you just doing what I think you were doing?” I asked, still looking for my notes from class.

“Shut up!” He yelled back.

I couldn’t tell if he was pissed off, embarrassed or both. Whichever it was, he wasn’t happy about getting caught in the act. I chuckled to myself, trying hard to suppress a grin.

“It’s no big deal man. ” I told him, “I’ll only tell everyone on the team!”

“You better not.” He replied, his voice dropping now.

“It’s her fault man, she’s been teasing me for weeks now but won’t let me in her pants”.

The “she” was Tina Wilkes, Tim’s on-again, off-again girlfriend. Finding my notebook, I looked up at Tim. He was pretty upset now, having had a few minutes to think about things. His shaggy red hair hung over his eyes. I thought I may have seen tears trying to well up in his eyes, but wasn’t sure. He was angry and confused, unsure of himself. I sat down on the end of the bed. Tim had pulled pillow over and covered his crotch with it. I could tell he was having a hard time dealing with the hormones and frustration of having a girlfriend, yet not being able to score with her. It bothered me a lot, seeing Tim so upset. I felt a sense of uneasiness in the pit of my stomach as I checked out my friend.

Tim was built like me, about six feet tall and maybe one hundred seventy pounds. Tall and thin, his pale skin and red hair made him stand out from the crowd. The freckles on his face and blue eyes were appealing to everyone who met him, yet because he was lanky like me, he didn’t always fit in with the popular groups at school. Tina Wilkes was out of his league (mine too, for that matter) so it didn’t surprise me at all she was giving him the cold shoulder when he made moves on her. I felt sorry for him, and at that moment felt something more for him too. Tim and I had always been close, able to talk to each other about anything; cars, girls, our futures. My friend was suffering frustration and now shame and embarrassment.

“Tell ya what. I’ll forget all about what I just saw….” I let my voice trail off.

“Okay, what do I have do?” Tim asked.

“Nothing really, I’ll do most of it.” I answered back. “You just have to promise to not freak out or anything.”

“Alright.”

I stood up, feeling my own cock starting to swell in anticipation of what I had planned.

“I’ll be right back.” I said as I headed down the hall to the bathroom.

I switched on the light and opened the medicine cabinet. Finding what I was looking for, I grabbed a towel and looked at myself in the mirror. Could I really do this? Could I really finish what I planned on starting? I wasn’t sure myself. Like most guys, I was curious what it would be like, how it would feel and if I’d physically be able to take Menderes Escort it. The swelling in my shorts and increased tension in my gut told me this was the best and maybe only time to find out. I headed back to Tim’s room. He was sitting with his legs crossed, his head hung down. He didn’t look up when I came back into his room. I walked over the bed, standing in front of him. Since he hadn’t bothered to look up, he did not see what I had in my hands.

“Tim, you’re gonna have to trust me. Do you?” I asked hesitantly.

“Sure Nick, I trust you.”

“Good. I want you to stand up.”

Tim moved slowly, pulling the towel away from his crotch as he got to his feet. He was trembling a little, the gooseflesh evident on his arms. He still wouldn’t look at me.

“Close your eyes…” I told him softly.

I had seen Tim’s body many times, in the showers after practice and things of that nature. This was different and we both could feel it. He slowly pulled his shirt over his head and dropped on the floor. I could see all of his ribs and the prominent points of his shoulders and collar bones. His chest was smooth and flat, with no body hair to mar his creamy, pale skin. I took a step closer, to where we are almost touching.

“Remember, no freaking out.” I whispered.

“I won’t.” He whispered back.

I didn’t need more encouragement. I slowly leaned in and kissed his neck softly. He jumped just a little, but didn’t freak or push me away. Emboldened, I kissed his neck again, giving him just a slight nibble as I moved lower. Tim gasped. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady us both. Tim’s breathing grew shallow, his eyes remaining closed as I kissed his collar bone while I dragged my fingertips lightly over his chest. Now oblivious to any risk or second thoughts, I covered his nipple with my thumb and finger, gently squeezing as I raised my head slightly and kissed Tim on the mouth. He gasped hard, his mouth opening as it met mine. I pushed my tongue in slightly while rolling his nipple between my fingers.

I probed his mouth gently with my tongue as Tim began to kiss me back. Softly at first; then with more growing urgency. His hands reached around my back to hold me close to him. Sensing his need now, I released his nipple and slid my hand lower. Tim’s body trembled as my reached the crest of his hip. I broke our lip lock for a moment and looked intently at him.

“Tim….are you okay?” I asked softly.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He answered, finally looking back at me.

“Good, I’m glad.” I smiled at him.

I leaned in and kissed him again, now sliding my hand lower past his waist. I could feel the tenting of his shorts as I drew small circles on his upper thigh with one finger. He was trembling completely now, almost shivering. Tim leaned his head back as I kissed his neck. I moved my hand from his thigh, brushing my fingers against his swollen shaft. Tim moaned softly. I cupped his hard-on with the palm of my hand, rubbing him slowly through his shorts. I could feel the damp spot at this tip of his cock as his tongue swirled with mine. Tim moaned appreciatively as I stoked his shaft, but we both wanted more.

I broke the kiss gently and begin kissing down his throat, moving my other hand to his waist. Looking up at him, I could see the pleasure on his face. I released his cock to take his shorts in both hands. I kissed lower now, moving down from his chest to his abs. Tim’s body continued to respond to my touch, and I think he knew what might be coming next. The position I was in began to hurt my back, and since I knew what I was going to do, it only made sense. Shifting my weight for a moment, I got down on one knee, then the other. Tim looked down at me, his mouth hanging open. His erect cock, straining his shorts, was level with my face.

“Nick, are you gonna….” His voice trailed off.

I had never done it before, but I had already come this far. I smiled up at him and nodded slowly. I was going to fellate my best friend.

“It’s okay Tim, I want to.” I really did at this point. Tim was totally at my mercy.

Tim nodded once as I took his shorts in both hands and slowly pulled them down, revealing his bright red pubic patch. A little further now and the tip of his knob began to show, until I slid his short to the floor. His throbbing hard-on, now free of it’s confines, raged in front of me. It looked average in size, not incredibly large or thick, but just right for him. The slit in his knob glistened with precum and I could see the blue veins in his shaft clearly through his pale skin. His balls hung large and heavy beneath the base of his shaft, also covered in the red hair of his patch. I looked more closely and could actually see his dick throb, the head of his cock red and swollen. I looked up at Tim, his eyes pleading with me to go further.

I opened my mouth and licked my lips, not entirely Menderes Escort Bayan sure of what to do next. Sure, I had seen it on late night porn movies but this was the real thing. Slowly moving my head forward, I took his knob into my mouth. It was warm, the precum giving it a slightly salty taste. I leaned in further, taking his cock deeper in my mouth and sliding it along my tongue.

“Uuuungggghhhh…..” Tim moaned aloud.

I wrapped my lips around his shaft and held his cock gently in mouth, feeling it’s throbbing warmth. Leaning back away, I sucked gently until his cockhead reached my lips only to plunge back down on him. Tim groaned again more loudly this time, spurring me on. I began to bob my head, taking his cock as deep as I could and slowly sucking on the upstroke. I was struggling to find a rhythm, but still sucking his dick. Tim was moaning and panting, so I must be doing something right. I reached up, took his hands and placed them around my head. Tim gasped and clenched my head tightly. I cupped his balls in one hand, reaching around to massage his ass crack with the other. Tim began to move his hips, slowly at first and then with more force. He was humping my mouth, fucking my face with his cock. Because he wasn’t massive I could take his whole cock in my mouth and before long he was mashing my nose into his pubic bone. Tim began to sweat as he pumped his shaft in my mouth.

“Oh god Nick, oh yeah….suck me….god yeah, that’s good.” He panted.

I could feel his cockhead against the back of my throat as my jaw started to hurt. Tim’s body began to shudder, my lips tightly sealed around his swollen member. I could feel his whole body tense as his ass muscles tightened. Any time now….

“Oh my god Nick, I’m gonna cum….I’m gonna….”

Tim cried out as he climaxed, his cock pumping thick jets of cum into my mouth as he shoved it deep into my throat. His cock pulsed on my tongue and more jets of cum filled my mouth and started to leak out and run down my chin. I grasped his shaft and sucked hard, paying attention to his cockhead. Tim’s knees buckled as more cum spewed from his cock. Tim cried out over and over with each spasm, holding my face tightly against his pubic patch until he finally relented. I pulled back just a little and sucked him gently, making his body twitch until he at last began to soften. I was able to swallow most of his jism, but had to wipe my face to catch what had escaped.

“Jesus Nick, I’m sorry man…”

I smiled up at him, the small drop of his cum on my face. He was still trembling.

“It’s okay Tim, I wanted this. I wanted you to cum.”

Tim reached under my arms and lifted me to my feet. He hugged me, holding me close. He didn’t know what to do next. By now, my own cock was fully hard and aching and there was no doubt Tim could feel my hard-on against him. I could tell from his eyes he wasn’t ready to return the favor. His hand hesitantly rubbed against my shaft, but he wasn’t prepared for what had just happened.

“Go lie down Tim, I’ll be right there.”

Tim released me and wandered over to his bed, lying down on his back. I walked around his room, turning off some lights and dimming those that I could. I grabbed the jar of vaseline and the towel from the bathroom. I turned to face Tim and tossed the things onto the bed. Slowly, I raised my shirt up and off. As I took a step closer to the bed I unbuckled my belt and unfastened my jeans. My own shaft was oozing precum now. Tim’s eyes were wide as he watched me. I tucked my thumbs into my boxers and in a slow, single motion I pushed them to the floor. I was totally naked; my cock pulsed and throbbed in the cool air. Tim’s mouth hung open as I crawled onto the bed. Still on all fours I crawled on top of him, out bodies not yet touching.

“Don’t worry Tim, I don’t expect you to suck me.” I smiled.

The relief on his face was obvious. I leaned in and kissed his neck again, moving my mouth lower until I reached his chest. I dragged the tip of my tongue against his skin until I reached his nipple, sucking his bud in my mouth. Tim moaned aloud, obviously enjoying the sensation. I sucked and teased his nipple for a moment before looking him in the eye and smiling. I kissed lower, heading back for his shaft. Still smiling, I opened the jar of Vaseline. Tim’s cock was already hardening again. I took his knob into my mouth and sucked just his cockhead. Tim’s moaning became more guttural and his cock throbbed to further hardness until after a few moments he was fully erect. I must have been quite a sight, his cock head in my mouth while I smiled and lubed his shaft with the Vaseline. When I was ready, I began to pump his cock, sliding easily up and down his length.

Tim’s body responded, his hips starting to buck and thrust on their own, just in time. I was worried how this might go, but Tim was out of his mind now. He would Escort Menderes do anything I told him. Still holding the Vaseline, I straddled his hips with my knees, my cock aching to be touched. I smeared a large glob of the Vaseline on the tip of his cock. I took another generous amount and smeared it around my ass crack, feeling for my man hole. Holding his slick, hard cock in my hand I lowered by hips slowly, guiding his cock head towards my ass bud. God, I was on fire now and wanted him badly.

“I wanna feel your cock inside me….”

I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply as his knob found my man hole. Slowly, using my body weight I lowered myself further. The lube made it less painful, but it still hurt when his mushroom head pushed past my sphincter and entered me. If Tim had been any bigger I was sure this wouldn’t have worked. I drew a couple of ragged breaths and gave myself time to adjust to his cock before lowering again and taking more of his hard-on up my ass. Tim’s eyes were wide, his mouth agape as I lowered the rest of the way. His cock filled me completely. The pleasure was exquisite as his cock head rubbed my special place. I began seeing stars and I started to raise and lower my hips, humping his cock. My own cock bounced up and down as I humped him. Tim’s hands grabbed my hips to hold me as I rocked on his shaft. With each rub of my pleasure center, I moaned and groaned. I took Tim’s hands and placed them on my chest. Tim squeezed and kneaded my chest and nipples, only deepening my sense of pleasure. I was beyond caring now, I had to cum…I needed the release.

I slowed my hips and looked into Tim’s eyes.

“I want….” I whispered.

“What? What can I do?”

I rolled off his shaft and lay on my back for a moment. Tim’s hand reached over to stroke my hard-on. My hips were sore, my knees were sore but still I hadn’t cum.

“Tim…I want to…..I want to watch you……” I stammered.

“What are you saying?”

“Fuck me….I want to watch you fuck me.”

Tim rolled away for a moment, not sure what to make of my words. In a moment he turned back to me and kissed me hard, his hand still stroking my shaft. My legs were spread wide while my cock raged. Tim stood on the floor and pulled me close by my hips. He smeared more lube on his cock and took my ankles in each hand. Pushing me back on my shoulders, he rolled my hips up and exposed my savaged hole. Just that quickly he pierced my hole and buried his throbbing cock in my ass. Tim began to hump me, slowly at first, his whole length sliding in and out me. Each time his swollen cock head pushed back in I cried out his name. His pace quickened as he drove his swollen cock home, his balls bumping against me. He had a look of wild abandon on his face. His hips were a blur as he fucked me faster and harder.

I heard myself making noises, grunting and moaning each time his length filled me, his knob brushing against the spot that made me see stars. My cock hurt, bouncing up and down with Tim’s thrusts. I needed to cum badly and tried to grind against him. Tim fucked me hard, slamming his hips against my ass with each deep thrust, until I felt my own climax finally begin.

“Don’t stop Tim……I’m close…” I stammered.

“Me too….” He whispered, still banging away at my manhole.

I felt the rumblings in my groin as my sack tightened and my balls began to tingle. My cock was throbbing hard, and I knew I was approaching climax. Tim hung his head back, his mouth hanging open. A thin sheen of sweat covered us both. I pinched both my nipples hard to further the sensation, crying out loudly. I could hardly stand the sensations of pleasure now and my vision started to dim. I grabbed the bed in white-knuckled fists and felt my back arch hard as I began to climax.

“Tim….oh god Tim…..fuck meeeeeeeeeeee……” I whimpered.

My hips bucked uncontrollably and Tim slammed his cock home as I came harder than I could ever remember. My entire body shook and convulsed as the pleasure crashed into my brain from every part of my body. My cock erupted with thick ropes of cum that landed on my face, neck and chest. Tim’s eyes grew wide as even more cum spewed forth, landing in thick creamy puddles on my upper body. I shook and moaned, the pleasure of orgasm still sweeping through me as Tim started to cum as well. He drove his cock deep and held my hips tight, impaling me on his shaft as he came. I felt the pulses of his seed pounding inside my manhole. Tim cried out as well as his cock pumped more cum inside me.

As my vision began to return, I looked up at Tim to see him smiling. Slowly, he withdrew his shaft and I felt his juice leak a little from my hole and run down my ass crack. Tim leaned down, running his hands up my body until he reached my chest, pinching my nipples. I shook again, the small dribbles of cum still leaking from my cockhead and running down my softening shaft. I was covered in my own semen, puddles and drops covered by abs, chest and neck.

“God Nick, that was hot…”

“Yeah, it was. Did you like it?” I whispered, kissing his lips gently.

“Yeah, I really did.”

“I’m glad. So we can do this again?” I asked, tentatively.

“Anytime.” Tim smiled.

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I had been out for my best friend’s 40th birthday. Yes, we got smashed! I knew this was going to happen so I took a cab home, I entered my apartment, stripped and fell into bed. Jerry had been my best friend since we were in our 20’s. We had tried dating but it just didn’t work, so be became friends and our relationship grew over the years. We’d seen each other through several relationships each, and sometimes laughed at how bad the sex had been between us, two guys who were both basically bottoms, it just didn’t work.

I don’t know how long I had been asleep, but it was pitch black! I felt something hard and slick pressing into the crack of my butt! It slid up and down the entire length, and as the ‘very’ thick head found it’s mark and pressed against my unsuspecting hole, I felt a very large arm wrap around my waist and hold me tight, then another hand wrap around my head and cover my mouth tightly, so that I couldn’t holler out.

It felt as if it were a practiced move and as the huge muscular body holding me rolled me to my belly, the huge and thick cock entered my hole! It felt like a white hot poker as it first stretched and then penetrated me. I could feel his thick hairy chest against my back, his hot breath grunting against my neck and ear and finally after what seemed forever the thick hot cock hit bottom and a full thick bush was against my ass!

My nostrils flared trying to get enough air to satisfy the panting my lungs were trying to do! He growled into my ear, “I’m going to fuck the daylights out of you, you drunken bitch, and you’re going to take it!”

That actually turned me on more than it scared me!

He didn’t start fuck motions immediately, he just kept trying to push farther into me as if trying to reach depths that had never been reached deep inside of me. There was an urgency, that was kind of intoxicating, and he was right at that point Canlı Escort Bayan I call my g-spot, each time he’d hit it, it was pain and bliss at the same time, and as I grunted and moaned in pleasure and pain into the hand he had clamped over my mouth, he played me like a fine-tuned instrument!

Once satisfied that he had me where he wanted me and was causing this mixture of pleasure/pain animal sexual bliss, he started backing out and pushing in again, slowly and deliberately. It wasn’t long until I was almost embarrassed when as if on it’s own accord, my body started pushing back against him, seeking that surprising level of bliss caused by the mixture of pleasure and pain.

As the sweat and scent rose on his body and his hairy chest and hard nipples grazed my back that was tight from the expected onslaught into my ass, it started to feel animalistic.

I was suddenly turned into some kind of depraved whore! He grunted his approval, and the deliberate stabs into my opening became harder and faster!

Now he knew that I was into it, his hands still held me but released their tight grip and became more of a caress. He pulled me to my hands and knees and started fucking me, in true animal fashion, called doggy style. Now the pounding started and as I threw myself back against his onslaught, there could now never be any denying that I was not a willing participant in this copulation!

His larger size enabled him to hunch his hairy muscular body against my back and his large thick cock and hairy balls pounded my hole. I don’t know what turned me on more, the thick rod like length of flesh that pounded my hole, his huge hairy balls banging against mine, his thick nipples and hairy chest grating my back and shoulders, or his sucking on my neck and grunting nasty words into my ear.

“You love this you fucking drunken whore! Take this Canlı Escort huge cock in your slutty hole! Fuck me back, show me how much you love this big thick cock!”

My mind was spinning, my hard cock was slapping my belly and I could feel the pre-cum splattering against my belly that I now had to work so hard to keep tight and flat. Just when I thought the fucking couldn’t get any harder, deeper or more intense, he released his current hold on me, leaned up, grabbed my hips and fucked me harder and faster than I thought was humanly possible.

The noise of his hard tight belly slapping against my tormented ass rose above the sounds of my moans. The noises I was making encouraged the man behind me to pound harder and deeper, I may not have invited this sex, or this type of pounding, but there was no denying that I was loving it.

He moved me into several positions, from my head and chest plastered against the mattress to a hand around my throat causing me to deeply arch my back into that ski slope position as he pounded me mercilessly! This turned out to be his favorite position and I couldn’t believe how long he pounded me like this. I also couldn’t believe how long his balls stayed down low and slapped against mine, to continue making my cock slap against my belly spraying my precum everywhere.

He was fucking me so hard and fast that I had a hard time holding my position, partially because I wanted to grab my cock and jerk it, but he slapped my hand away several times and finally grabbed them both and positioned them on the top of the headboard and said, “Don’t move them, don’t touch your cock, this fuck is for my pleasure, bitch!”

With that, he fucked me harder and faster, if that was possible! He growling order took me to another realm, this big hairy muscular man was definitely in control, and at least for this period of time, Escort Canlı I realized that I truly was ‘his bitch’!

Now that I had something to hold onto and was stationary in this position it left his hands free to maul and torture my nipples and that was driving me to new heights of pleasure/pain, and he leaned in and chewed on my neck and ears, making me realize who was ‘really’ in charge here.

Just when that was almost too much, he leaned back and slapped my ass, hard, over and over again as he continued to plow my ass with a force and speed I would expect of a man much younger than him. Then all of the sudden he pulled the huge dripping cock from my hole and I felt how open and sloppy it was when he slammed back in, over and over, leaving me gaping for a second and then slammed full again!

He alternated slapping my tattered ass and then slamming in again full force, and that is what it took to shove me hard over the edge, and I hollered as I felt the first blast of my cum shoot and splatter onto the carved wooden headboard. He didn’t seem to care about moaning and hollering now, as he was doing it himself!

He shoved into me hard and deep and I felt my ass and inner muscles massage his throbbing cock as he emptied his huge balls inside of me. Both of our orgasms lasted as we grunted and moaned and our bodies convulsed against each other with sweat pouring off of us.

I was spent and my hands slid down the headboard almost reading the carvings as if they were braille. He laid there on top of me, his thick cock still buried inside of me, I felt his cock throb and twitch occasionally, and now I hoped he would leave it there for the rest of the night, I knew my hole would feel empty without it.

Finally, our breathing was returning to normal and he spoke, “Baby, even after fourteen years you are still the hottest fuck in the world!”

“You are too stud!”

“Baby I almost wish you’d come home buzzed more often!”

“Maybe I will!”

As I was drifting off to sleep, he whispered in my ear, “Don’t forget baby, in the morning, it’s your turn to clean the cum off the headboard.”

Ahh, the wonders of marital bliss!

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Daytona. What a cool, magical sounding name for a place. Maybe I feel that way because when I was a little girl I used to sit on my father’s lap watching the Daytona 500 on TV with him, and every once in a while they’d even show the motorcycles racing there.

My father rode motorcycles. He had quite a few over the years, his favorite being a Kawasaki KZ900. Dark green, with pinstripes on the gas tank, a chrome front fender, and lots of polish on the in-line four. When I was old enough he used to ride me on the back of it — my early memories of those rides are of blistering speed and thrilling noise and wind. It was only natural that I’d start riding when I grew up, and now, at twenty-three years old, I’m what the nice man at my corner store calls a biker chick. “There’s my favorite biker chick,” he’ll say when I walk in. “Whooo! That new leather? That fits you nice! “

He’s got the hots for me, and it’s cute, but I’m only sorta into guys. I guess I’d do him, in the right circumstances, maybe if the cute girl that works for him asked the two of us for a threeway. Ha! That’d be something, right? I wouldn’t be lying if I said I’d rather get with her, one on one, without the dude there. The bummer part is she’s only like sixteen or something. It’s a crying shame, I’ll tell you, how cute some girls get before they’re even legal. Whoever made up the rules must have been blind.

My dad’s gone now, dead from a stupid disease. If he was here I would have rode with him down to Daytona for my first Bike Week, instead of going on my own. I wonder what he’d think about the way hot girls make my mouth water. If he was with me, walking on the beach with his leather jacket slung over his shoulder, would him and me be checking out the same girls? My Mom’s definitely his type — thin and long-legged, like me. I like long legged girls too, so I guess that old saying is true about apples falling from trees and not being far away, or whatever it is. Dad used to love squeezing Mom’s ass, and it was always easy for me to understand why. Her ass was killer and it still is, and I guess mine is, too. It’s that apples and trees thing again.

So I rode to Daytona in March, out of winter and into summer, and shit, girl, there’s a lot of wet t-shirt contests down there during Bike Week! It’s like a lesbian’s dream, in a way, except for all the buckets of testosterone everywhere you look. But if you’re cool with dudes, too, like I sorta am, oh yeah, girl, it’s fun. Even out on the street you can yell “Show us your tits!” and you might get a peek at some. I showed mine more than once, right out there on the sidewalk.

So what would my Dad think about it all, in my fantasy dream where he’s still alive and he’s with me down there? When I was fifteen I caught him watching a wet t-shirt contest on his old computer, so yeah, he liked tits just as much as he liked nice asses, and I like to think he’d be proud of me for putting myself out there; a horse in the race, you might say. A wet filly shaking her booty.

But wait, I just gave away some of the story. I gotta tell you how it started…

So I ride into Daytona and hit a bar that first night. The Nighthawks are playing and the place is fuckin’ rocking. I’m drinking and guys are hitting on me—the usual—and then I see this big bulletin board by the door plastered with stuff to do — other bands, pig roasts, shit like that. Tacked up with a thumbtack is a piece of paper written on with a Sharpie, telling about a get-together of female bikers at somebody’s house down in Port Orange, just a few miles away. An evening thing with food and beer. “Pay what you want,” the paper said. They even had a girl band scheduled to play, a blues trio kind of thing. So yeah, I say. Fuck yeah!

The next day I hit the beach and then I rode south out of town, to Port Orange for the girl party. I gotta say, it was pretty awesome. I met some girls there that I think I’ll be friends with for the long haul.

So after we were all lubed up on keg beer I asked them why no wet t-shirt contest, and I got a lot of laughs. Some of them were sorta nervous laughs because most girls can sorta tell that I’m into that side of things. The girl side. It’s not that I’m butch or anything, I’m not really at all, it’s just that I think maybe they can sorta see it in my eyes. Maybe I look at them the way a horny guy does, especially after a few beers. But anyway, some of them said they’d done the wet t-shirt thing, either because their guy wanted them to, or because they thought Prince Charming might be there, saying, “Yeah, those are the tits I want.” It was a pretty funny conversation, actually, so I’m glad I brought the topic up.

One thing about me is I can get sorta glued to an idea. For whatever reason, that week in March I got glued to the idea of a guy pouring cold water over me and then me ripping my shirt off in front of a big crowd. Don’t ask me why. It’s crazy and my Mom would shit her pants if she knew, but doing it became my goal for my first Bike Week. Naldöken Escort I wanted to be a wet t-shirt girl. And one of the fun parts is that I talked some of my new friends into doing it with me.

One of them, Katty, is a bartender from up in Pennsylvania. It was her first time at Bike Week, too. She said her wet titties won first prize at a biker thing in Scranton, and I believe her, because she’s got sweet looking tits and Scranton is, well, Scranton. So yeah, definitely the right girl in the right place for that prize money.

Speaking of prize money, there’s a bunch of it up for grabs during Bike Week. We heard there was more somewhere, but we picked a place with a $500 top prize, because we liked the place more than the money. Some of the girls had been there in previous years, and they said it got raunchier than some of the other places. Of course I voted for that one, and wouldn’t you know, some of the other girls did too, although it might’ve been all the beer we were drinking that did it.

I guess I should have asked about what they meant by “raunchy.” I pictured not just showing our tits, but maybe playing with them, putting our hands on them, waggling them back and forth and stuff like that. Kinda like stripper stuff, from the waist up. I pictured water flinging off of them when we waggled them, and even now the thought of that kind of thing gives me a lady boner.

So anyway, the girls said I should go buy a little white tanktop made of thin cotton, and they said I should cut the neck with scissors to open up the cleavage and make it rip-able. And they said panties were good, especially thin ones that get clingy in the front when they’re wet. And I’m thinking, panties? Really? I don’t know why I was picturing shorts, or maybe a bikini bottom.

So I’ve already got a pair of super sexy panties with me, a thong that’s halfway see-through, that I save for special nights. It’s so frickin’ tiny I can carry it on bike trips real easy. And I’m thinking wow, should I wear that? Am I really gonna be on stage wearing nothing but that almost invisible little thing? And then the idea of it sticks, all gluey in my head, and suddenly I wanna be a stripper girl. I know, Mom shittin’ her pants and all that, but damn, being that almost naked, and wet, up there on stage with Katty who I was getting a crush on, it somehow seemed perfect.

So the next day, after hitting up the local Walmart for the cheapest, flimsiest tanktop they sell, I stuffed it in my jacket pocket and I rode with some of the girls to St. Augustine where we pigged out on seafood tacos at a super sweet restaurant out by the beach. All four of us that were gonna be in the tittie contest were on the ride, and five of the girls who wanted to keep their clothes on came with us. I’m not blaming them for not doing the contest — some of them got kids and stuff. I probably would have freaked if my mom had done a wet t-shirt contest, but who knows, maybe she did? She definitely had the body for it. She and dad would have rode away with the money every time.

So we get to the bar early, and the guys there were really nice. The band was setting up and they were super nice, too. There was a special stage set up for us girls, so it could get wet, I guess, and a girl who tends bar showed us a backroom where all us contestants would be changing our clothes. We hung out at the bar and drank, and more and more girls showed up that were going to join in, some young, supposedly 21 but I’m guessing fake ID, and some diehard old biker chicks, one or two of them like in their fifties or something. I hope I’m rockin’ it like they are when I’m that age, and I totally hope my tits look as good as one of those old girls. Damn I kept thinking. She’s got a shot!

The band was rockin’ it up with old Zeppelin and Hendrix, and I was getting cozy with Katty, shoulder to shoulder with her at the bar. She rode to Daytona solo, like I did, freezing her ass off and pissed the whole way because her boyfriend is fucking around with some older girl. Like way older. Like his mother’s age. So we downed beers and she kept saying she wanted to hook up with a guy and go a little crazy, but so far no luck. I kept dropping little hints about who needs guys when we’re having so much fun on our own, and she really started to get the idea I think. She asked me about my love life, and I skipped the part about me sorta liking guys okay and went right to stories about my past girlfriends. I could tell from her eyes that she found it all sort of fascinating. I finally asked her straight out, “You’ve never been with a girl?” She said no, and I said, “You don’t know what you’re missing.” It was one of those super hot moments when I just wanted to kiss her and I’m pretty sure she would have liked it.

“So what do you think the girls meant when they said this contest gets raunchy?” I asked her, talking loud because the band was kicking ass. “Like, stripper stuff?”

Katty shrugged and nodded. “Probably,” Escort Naldöken she said.

“You ever been to a strip club?” I asked.

She nodded. “With my boyfriend.”

“Did you ever see two together? Strippers?” I asked.

“They do that?” she said.

“Yeah. It’s all good,” I said. “Think that’s what ‘raunchy’ is?”

She thought for a little bit, biting her bottom lip real cute, with her eyes all sparkly, and then she said, “Wanna get raunchy with me? We could split the money if one of us wins.”

“I like it,” I said, smiling at her. “Any rules, or are you an anything goes kind of girl?”

“Let’s go for it,” she said, and then she got all blushy and turned away from me and ordered two more beers.

Our other two friends were ready to go, too, with some good beer in their bellies and nice smiles on their faces. Some of the other girls from our group showed up to cheer us on, some of them with their guys with them. It made me wonder if they knew what was gonna happen, but, yeah, I’m pretty sure they did.

One of the guys in charge started herding us girls toward the backroom. After the guy left us alone, one of the girls said something about wondering if they had security cameras spying on us back there, but did it really matter? Maybe for the shyer ones it did, but really, we were about to go all stripper on the stage, so a little peeky peeky from a grainy back and white camera didn’t bother me much. Most of us were already dressed under our clothes, anyway. Bikini tops were just as popular as various kinds of little shirts. Maybe I shouldn’t say ‘little’ shirts because there were some big girls in the mix.

Maybe it wasn’t cool, but I started to think about who was the toughest competition for Katty and me. There were five of us who I probably would have voted for, just based on seeing us all getting ready. I pictured it coming down to who had the sexiest moves, and filed that thought away in the back of my head.

The guy knocked on the door and said, “You ladies ready?” The band was taking their break and I could hear the announcer, and then we were walking all in a line, down the hall and up onto the stage. I thought maybe there’d be bright lights on us making it sorta hard to see the audience, but no, we could see everybody clear as day, all of them whooping it up like a bunch of rowdies. That’s when I realized that wearing nothing but my tiny little see-through thong on the bottom of me was kinda crazy and bold. I mean, I knew it in the back room with the other girls, but wow, up on stage like that, with my nips all hard under my flimsy little tank top, it was a new kind of thrill.

Me and Katty were standing next to each other, with our two new friends next to her. I guess there was about a dozen of us girls total, all next to each other in a row, like a rag-tag biker-looking version of the Rockettes. One of the older girls had bluejeans on her legs, though, so that sorta spoiled that illusion.

Some cranked heavy metal music started playing through the big speakers and the next thing you know we were all doing our stripper-dancer moves. Four guys started pouring water down our fronts. It wasn’t as cold as ice but it was pretty cold.

Katty looked amazing, with her long legs and her hot body. Slender and perky, she had better posture than any of the other girls, so I fixed mine, arching my back to show off the goods. She was rockin’ a tank top and a thong, same as me, but hers weren’t as see-through as mine.

The really thrilling part for me was hearing the wild whoops and cheers whenever I did something extra sexy, like bending over to give them a good look at my naked ass cheeks once in a while, twerking it and wiggling it from side to side. Like I said, I got lucky and got my Mom’s sweet ass.

There was so much water I couldn’t believe it. I think the guys just wanted to stay close to us, so they kept pouring those full beer pitchers of water over us.

I wasn’t the first one to rip open her shirt and show her tits, but I was second I think, and the cheers I got gave me a good feeling about how things were going. Even better was the feeling I got when I saw Katty looking at me. She got all shy and blushy when I caught her looking at my tits, so I danced over to her and gave her a stripper wiggle, with my wet titties right up against her. It raised a big cheer from the crowd, and I said to her, “Show me yours.”

“You do it,” she said, standing there with that nice tits-out posture, with a sorta overwhelmed look on her face.

So yeah, I ripped her shirt open, and I danced my face right down there between her sweet tits. A guy poured water on us, totally wetting my hair, saying, “Let’s try and keep it PG, girls.”

Yeah, like that was gonna happen. I knew raunchy was cool in that place, it was told to me, so I just smiled, gave Katty a little wink, and danced on.

There was voting based on whoops and cheers, and pretty soon there was five Naldöken Escort Bayan of us left for the final round. That old girl in her fifties with those crazy awesome Playboy-sized tits was one of them, and me and Katty made it, and another girl who was totally sexy, and a girl with a leather cowboy hat and little leather short shorts that were unzipped. We were all bare-titted by that point. I felt like I was in one of my gay-girl dreams. I wonder what they all would have thought if they knew how turned on I was by all of them. A nice wet orgy in the backroom would have been fun.

And then the music got louder. At least I think it did. I’m not sure because my mind sorta went one-track. The cowboy-hat girl had taken off her leather shorts and she was full naked, so I took off my little thong and tossed it, and I became a total exhibitionist slut. If you wanna know the truth, I fuckin’ loved it. I’ve never danced much to heavy metal, but it was crazy fun. I was down on all fours with my ass and pussy aimed right at the big crowd, fake fucking like a stripper while a guy poured water right down the crack of my ass, the force of it tickling my little asshole like crazy. I swear to God, it just about gave me an orgasm. I got tingly and shaky and, yup, that’s what it was, a nice little orgasm.

Katty was my next target, with my one-track mind focusing out everything but her. I danced up against her and coaxed her out of her thong. Once she was naked she got a fun look in her eyes, and then we danced for everybody, the two of us sort of like a team. The crowd was going nuts. The way Katty was turned on was right there in her eyes. Her nips showed it too, of course, super hard and sexy, the way mine were. The music was crazy wild, screaming guitars and throbbing, pounding drums. I lost track of everything but Katty, got her back against the wall at the back of the stage, scissored our legs together, kissed her real deep and fucked her, right there against the wall.

I have no idea how much time went by. Five seconds? Ten seconds? More? Fucking a girl all naked in a bar in front of a crowd is nothing I thought I’d ever do. I wish I could remember it better, but it’s a totally awesome blur. “We gotta cool these girls down,” I think the announcer said, and water was soaking us again. Katty was looking right into my eyes when we stopped, her face all amazed.

It turned out to be the end of the contest. I got the $500 prize, Katty got $250, and that awesome fifty-something girl with the killer tits got $100. She never got out of her shorts, but yeah, those tits are money.

The three of us stood there for our applause, like real theater people or something. “Is it okay, what I did?” I asked Katty, talking near her ear, just to her.

“Yeah,” she said.

“You sure? That was pretty intense.”

She nodded. Her eyes looked happy but it was hard to read her. Her answers were more guy-like than girl-like, but we were, after all, standing naked in front of a cheering crowd of rowdies. I guess it wasn’t the place for a deep conversation. And maybe Katty wanted it that way. She was overwhelmed, maybe, or deep in the Zen of first-time public nudity, or maybe just plain confused by her first sexual experience with another girl. Deep in the Zen of first-time public nudity was where my own mind was at, by the way. As I stood there, holding Katty’s hand, with my hair and body dripping with cold water but somehow not shivering, I felt like I was dreaming. The crowd was cheering, lots of them with their arms and beers in the air, and the announcer was going on and on about who knows what. His voice was like a blurry echo in another language. I suppose I could have focused on it and been more in-the-moment, but instead I stayed in my trippy dream, the one where I scanned all the eyes in the room and found many of them looking at me, my tits, and my pussy. Only a few of them looked at my eyes and my smile. I know I was smiling, but I wonder what kind of a smile it was. I know it got bigger when the guy came to me and raised my arm high in the air. The rowdy crowd cheered even louder. I watched the eyes in the crowd looking at me and I was lost in my dream again. Strangely calm. Feeling good about things, good about my nudity. Sort of Zen, like I said.

So we all head back to the backroom to dry off and get dressed, and the bass player from the band is in the back hallway, watching all us wet-titted girls go by. Quite a few minutes later, when we came out, he was still there, smoking a cigarette by the back door. “Are you guys staying? Wanna party with us after the show?” he asked Katty and me.

“Sorry, we’re leaving,” I said. “I’m taking her to my place.” Katty looked real happy about my idea, but she didn’t say anything. And then I thought, she really needs a cock to get her mind off her shitty boyfriend, so I asked the bass player guy, “Wanna come over when you’re done? Just you alone, we don’t want a big party or anything.”

The bass player, a cute blond named Stevie, said, “Yeah.”

Me and Katty rode to my motel, way up north of town, on Route 1. It’s an old-fashioned place, one of the those long, low, one-story flat-roofed motels that looks like it’s left over from the 1950s. Us bikers are in most of the rooms, but there’s a few cars, too.

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Amie woke up refreshed. After her doctor appointment and her fabulous edged orgasm on the balcony yesterday, she cooked dinner in her apartment, took a long, hot shower, studied for a bit then went to bed, using her lipstick vibrator once more before going to sleep.

Her first class this morning was Change Management as part of her MBA program. The prof was a middle aged woman of about 45. She came off very professional but managed to teach using practical examples in that first class Amie had last week, which Amie thrived upon.

She showered and put on her usual minimal amount of make up. She grabbed her little vibe and stuck it in her bag along with her notebook. Another picture perfect late summer day allowed her to wear a skirt again, robin’s egg blue, and a white tank. No doctor visit today so, a robin’s egg thong was her choice of panties.

She exited her apartment building and walked through the campus. There were only a few students walking to class at this time of day.

She walked through the parking lot behind the dorms and stopped in her tracks when she saw a girl looking out her second floor window, naked. The girl was cupping her breasts and looking around the parking lot below. She hadn’t spotted Amie yet and Amie assumed she’d step back from the window when she did. Amie was wrong.

The girl turned her head and saw Amie. Instead of retreating, she grinned at Amie, cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She bit her lower lip and squeezed her breasts together, seemingly for Amie’s viewing pleasure. She had dark brown hair cut close, almost like a boys cut.

That tingle Amie felt at the doctor’s office yesterday returned. She smiled back and waved to the girl discretely.

The girl wiggled her fingers in a wave back at Amie. She ran her fingers down her tummy and her right hand disappeared below the window sill. Her left hand played with the little gold nipple ring on her left nipple.

Amie could only imagine that the girl was going to masturbate – or was presently masturbating – and wanted an audience. Amie found herself really wanting to stop and watch but she had to get to class. She looked at her watch, then back at the girl. She shrugged her shoulders at the girl and waved good bye. The girl pouted and waved back.

“Wow,” Amie thought. “Two thoughts of girl on girl in as many days, and I’m excited by them!”

She arrived at her class and sat off to the side in the fifth row. The prof, Catherine, a very attractive French Canadian woman in her 40s, was a CIO in the government before semi-retiring at an early age and now teaching. She had a larger frame but carried it so very well.

Amie’s thoughts wandered back to the doctor appointment yesterday. She couldn’t believe Yenifoça Escort how turned in she got at Dr. Jo touching her. And then the girl in the window this morning. She never had thoughts of being with another girl. She had imagined some girlfriends masturbating but nothing like what she encountered yesterday.

She awoke from her daydream, realizing she was tingling “down there”. She absentmindedly squeezed her legs together in reaction to the arousal, and then spread them apart. Catherine just happened to be looking in her direction at the time. Amie noticed the prof pause and lose her thought for a moment but as she herself was just waking from a daydream, didn’t know why.

Amie focused on the prof and took copious notes, although periodically distracted. One time she let her mind wander and started to get wet “down there” She spread her legs again and pulled her skirt up high on her thighs. By chance, or maybe not, Catherine was looking in her direction again. This time Amie noticed.

“Oh crap,” she thought. “I’m going to get in trouble if I don’t pay attention.”

She left her skirt where it was and scratched high on her thigh, as if that was her intention all along. Catherine watched both intently and discretely at the same time. Amie felt that tingle again.

“Whoa!” she thought. “Is she enjoying this?!”

Amie lowered her skirt and sat forward, half listening to the prof. As Catherine paced across the room back to Amie’s side, Amie leaned back and spread her legs a little. Catherine looked right at them.

“She’s watching!” Amie thought.

Amie feigned writing in her notebook (but kept one eye on Catherine) and again scratched very high on her thigh.

Catherine lost her thought again and Amie felt a little rush.

Amie resisted taking out her lipstick vibe but it was a challenge. It would be very difficult to play here now, especially with the prof eyeing her. She put her skirt back in place and folded her hands on her book.

Class ended and Amie headed for the door. She saw Catherine watching her leave. “Either I’m in trouble or she’s horny for me,” Amie thought, stifling a giggle.

Amie’s next class wasn’t until 2:00 so she walked back to her apartment. She had four hours to go to the gym, have lunch and chill a bit before class.

She passed by the dorms again and the girl in the window was no longer in the window. Amie found herself a little disappointed at that. She wondered if the girl got the audience she wanted or just went ahead and masturbated on her own. “If she’s an exhibitionist, she has the perfect dorm room for it,” Amie thought.

Back in her apartment, she grabbed her gym bag and made her way to the campus fitness center Yenifoça Escort Bayan in Montpelier Hall.

She was just opening her bag in the women’s locker room when one girl had just gotten out of the shower. She was wrapped in a towel and walking over to a locker near Amie’s. She smiled as she passed Amie.

“Oh you smell good!” Amie said, surprising herself really.

The girl smiled and said “Thanks! It’s a new body wash called ‘The Beach’. “

“That’s exactly it,” said Amie, taking off her skirt. “It smells like ocean air. I love it!”

“You can get it at Bath and Body Works at Rideau Center,” the girl told Amie.

“I’ll check it out,” Amie said. “Thanks!”

The girl took off her towel and stood naked a few feet from Amie.

“What the fuck are the sex gods doing with me?” Amie thought, given the experiences over the past 24 hours.

“They have a body cream too,” the girl said.

She applied some cream on her hands and started massaging it into her feet, legs, hips, tummy and upwards. Amie watched her and right on cue, there was that tingle again.

“You wanna try,” the girl asked.

“Sure thanks,” Amie said.

Amie has just removed her tank and bra and was about to put on her gym top. She took a sample from the naked girl’s hand and applied it to her wrist.

“Oh the feels nice,” Amie said. “Thanks so much.”

“My pleasure,” the girl said. “And I’m Anna,” she added, extending a hand.

“Amie,” Amie said, taking Anna’s hand in hers.

Amie watched Anna finish applying her body cream on her arms and breasts. Anna was a small girl about 5’2″. Shoulder length dark blonde hair and a dazzling smile. Her body was petite and her breasts near perfect 32B Amie estimated.

“See you around campus I guess,” Amie said, clipping her iPod onto her shorts, ready to head into the gym.

“Likely here,” Anna said. “I’m here almost everyday.”

“Great. Have a good day,” Amie said smiling.

“You too,” Anna said.

Amie worked out for ninety minutes and was ready for a nice long shower. There were two other girls in the showers when Amie got there. The showers were individual stalls with curtains. There were four stalls on each side of the shower area, facing each other. Amie chose one across for the other two girls.

Amie hung her towel on the hook and stepped into the stall. She turned on the water and got it the perfect temperature. She loosely closed the curtain and started soaping herself. She started with her arms, then her breasts and tummy. She ran the bar of soap down between her legs and over her thighs. She was thinking about Anna’s body wash and decided she’d have to try it and pick up a scrunchie Escort Yenifoça loofa sponge as well. She put the soap back on the little shelf and was about to reach for the shampoo when she heard one of the girls across the way moan. She peered out the partially open curtain to look at the stall across from hers.

The girl to the right had her curtain open slightly as well. She had her back to Amie and Amie could see part of the girls bare ass, which had soapy water steaming down it. The girl wasn’t masturbating as Amie had hoped but she was soaping her breasts, or perhaps playing with them. Amie assumed she forgot herself for a moment and let out a moan in a rush of arousal. Amie knew the feeling, and she was having it right now.

She cupped her left breast with her left hand and found her pussy with her right. She was so turned on given the girl in the window, the prof looking up her skirt and Anna rubbing lotion on her naked body, she moved from rubbing to fingering quickly. She closed her eyes and leaned back on the wall. Squeezing her tit now and pinching at the nipple, she was fucking herself with two fingers.

She peered out the curtain again. The girl still had her back to Amie but it was now clear she was masturbating. Amie listened intently for the sighs and moans that accompanied arousal and, as much as the girl was holding back, she heard them.

Amie leaned back against the wall again and played hard and fast. Her orgasm loomed in the near distance. She slowed her pace, trying not to force it as they are never as good as the one that comes on its own. She pinched her nipples and thumbed her clit as the warm water poured over her.

She heard a shower curtain slide open. A quick glance and she saw the other girl across the way was getting out. She was drying off in the stall and Amie found herself staring at this girl’s breasts. They were quite large and heavy looking. She wondered what it would be like to touch them. That did it. She started to cum.

It surprised her at first. She let out a gasp and a small whimper as the trigger was pulled. She waited for that soft tingle to rise up and fill her with warmth. But instead, like last night on the balcony, it was a KABLAM!! The orgasm came out of nowhere and smashed into her loins. It took over her body and nearly threw her to the ground. She held her pussy tightly as it crashed over and over between her legs. She slid down to the floor of the shower stall otherwise she would have fallen her legs became so useless.

She sat there for a few minutes until she eventually stopped cumming and was able to stand.

“Holy fuck,” she thought.

She got up and rinsed off. She turned off the water and pulled back the curtain. She grabbed her towel from the hook and started to dry off. She was just wrapping the towel around herself when the curtain opened up across the way. The girl who was also masturbating was just getting out. Still naked, and wet from the shower, she reached for her towel.

Amie recognized the little gold nipple ring immediately.

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Ray had always been a good man, but at the same time he considered himself a pragmatist. For example, Ray held no illusion that sex with his hot 19 year old daughter in real life would be fraught with trauma, consequences, and horror, yet he could appreciate in private the pure sexuality of stroking his cock while imagining it buried deep in his daughter’s tight pussy.

Ray was normally the sort of father who drove his daughter back to college even though the drive was eight hours and he would have to fly a plane home, since his daughter needed the car for the semester. There was nothing but a Super-Mart near her small college campus.

Rachel, Ray’s daughter, was sitting in the back seat because the front seat made her nauseated. Even so, at the four hour mark she was pleading with her father for a break.

“Please daddy,” she begged earnestly. “You know I hate long car rides, especially in the afternoon. Can we please just pull over and stay at a motel and drive the rest of the way tomorrow?”

Ray sighed, but he knew she would win out in the end. He didn’t begrudge her too much anyway, since he was happy to get a chance to spend a night with his daughter before she went back to college.

“All right, sweetie,” Ray replied. “We’ll pull off at the next motel sign we see.”

Fifteen minutes later they were settling into a motel room with a single twin sized bed. On short notice it was the only thing they found at the tiny motel they pulled Güzelyalı Escort up to. Truth be told it was more of a tiny cabin than a motel room.

“Daddy I just want to go to sleep. I think we can just sleep and drive to the school tomorrow morning first thing” Rachel said, looking around at the ramshackle room.

“I agree, sweet pea” Ray said back, “but I’m not sure about the size of this bed.”

“Oh don’t worry Daddy, we’ll just cuddle. It’s not too warm in here anyway” Rachel said, as if sharing a bed with her father was totally normal.

Another fifteen minutes later and Ray found himself trying to hide his straining erection from his daughter Rachel. All of his pragmatic fantasizing about his hot daughter’s hot pussy had not anticipated a situation like this! Ray closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.

Rachel heard her father begin to snore, and wondered why he had turned his back to her. She reached over his sleeping body and felt around his crotch area. She felt his hard cock underneath his soft pajama pants. She grinned wickedly. She had often thought about her daddy’s dick and found the boys at college couldn’t compare to her fantasy of fucking her dad. She could only ever orgasm when she imagined her father’s dick sliding in and out of her pussy. This was finally her chance.

Rachel’s pussy was already wet and swollen from her own masturbation. Her father, trying to hide his arousal from her, hadn’t Güzelyalı Escort Bayan notice her small fingers rubbing around her swollen clitoris. She was ready. She quickly straddled her daddy and pushed him onto his back. She pulled down his pajama pants with her right hand, and his erection sprang free. Grasping her father’s erection in her right hand, she lined up his cock with her pussy hole. She looked at his face to see he was awake, eyed wide in horror, unable to make a sound.

Rachel slowly lowered herself onto her fathers cock, and she watched his eyes flick down to his own manhood sliding into his daughters vagina.

Ray couldn’t believe this was really happening, but the throbbing pleasure from his cock made it undeniable. His daughter was obviously playing out some fantasy, the same fantasy he watched in porn almost every night. And now here he was, bare fucking his daughter’s pussy. Well, actually, she was riding his cock on top of him.

This wasn’t right to Ray. If he was going to fuck his daughter, he was going to do the fucking. He was going to take charge.

To Rachel’s delight, Ray grabbed her and pulled her towards him, embracing her tightly. He rolled them over in the small bed and Rachel squealed as she found herself on her back, with her daddy’s big body on top of her, and his big dick still deep inside her. She closed her eyes and gave into the sensation of her father’s cock thrusting in Escort Güzelyalı and out of her, as he moaned loudly, knowing no one was coming no matter what they heard.

Ray was enjoying himself now. His daughter, though she was 19, was still his little girl, but she also had a hot little body, and he liked fucking her tight pussy with his dick. He was supposed to protect her but right now he wanted to fill her up with his cum. He could see the uncertainty on her face as Rachel realized she might not be ready for her daddy to fill her pussy up with his seed, but he growled at her and fucked her harder to let her know it wasn’t her choice anymore. She gave up her control when she slid her dad’s dick into her wet and ready vagina.

Ray felt himself getting close to orgasm. He put one hand around his daughter’s throat loosely, so she could breathe but couldn’t move, and he made his final strokes slow and hard. With the last thrust he left his cock deep inside and in the silence they both felt his dick throb and pump cum into her. Ray came deep in his daughter, the natural outcome of a daughter’s wayward seduction, and in that moment the post-coital horror crashed down on Ray and Rachel. They looked in each other’s eyes in that moment of incestuous bleakness… but then Ray resumed fucking her. Rachel began to cry, and Ray began to fuck harder, a second orgasm coming out of nowhere. His crying daughter triggered something deep in him that made him want to fuck harder, and cum again. He grabbed her breasts and pinned her down, ravaging her vagina with his hard cock as Rachel sobbed. Finally, Ray felt his dick throb once more, cumming again into his daughters worn and weary pussy. He collapsed onto her, and her sobs softened. His dick, still hard inside his daughter, throbbed.

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It’s the end of another long workweek and all I wanted to do was sit on the sofa in a pair of comfy pajamas with a glass of wine and a movie. So, here I am in a bar with three of my friends listening to karaoke and drinking a Tom Collins. It’s not just any bar; it’s a gay bar. I’m just here for the company and people watching, at least that is what I have convinced myself of. I watch the wait staff smack the asses of willing customers, the lesbians necking at the bar, and laugh with the crowd at the brave souls singing karaoke. I am content blending into the background and trying to remain invisible to those other than the friends I came with.

It was during a horrible rendition of “Friends in Low Places” that I saw her near the bar. I could not help but stare. Her long flowing blonde hair fell below her bare shoulders and rested at her breasts. She had on a strapless coral sundress that accentuated her every curve, from the swell of her breasts to the dip at her waist and on to the roundness of her perfect ass. Her legs were long and tanned and seemed to go on forever. Her striking green eyes lit up as she laughed along with the crowd at the awful singing.

I must have been staring at her for a while because when I snapped out of my trance all three of my friends were watching me. I quickly looked away and blushed at having been caught staring, in a gay bar of all places. When I dared to meet the eyes of my friends, I was met with raised eyebrows but thankfully, no comments. I suggested we play a game of pool. As we walked to the tables, I looked around for the gorgeous woman and felt a wave of disappointment when I could not find her. Eager to get her out of my mind, I focused on our game for the next hour.

After our third game, I needed to find the ladies room. As I was washing my hands and looking in the mirror, I saw her come out of a stall behind me. She chose the sink next to mine and my heart jumped into my throat. I managed to croak out a “hello”. She returned my hello and complimented me on my low Güzelbahçe Escort cut blue shirt that brought out the color of my eyes. I couldn’t help but noticed how her gaze lingered at my cleavage. She blushed when she realized she had been caught staring and quickly looked away. We started talking about the singing and how often we came here. It was her first time and she was by herself. I told her I had been here once before and I was with a few friends. It was obvious that we had a connection but I was too nervous to ask for her number. After a few moments, we left the ladies room and went different directions in the bar.

I kept my eye on her as I played another round of pool. It was getting late and the crowd was getting rowdier and more brazen. There were couples in every corner exploring each other, drunk men hitting on young boys in tight jeans, and the women seemed to be wearing less than what they had on when they arrived. I watched the woman find her purse and head towards the door. I quickly told my friends that I was heading out and I would catch up with them tomorrow. I followed her out to the parking lot and called to her.

She stopped fumbling for her keys and looked toward me with those incredible green eyes. My heart skipped a beat as I got up the courage to ask if she wanted to come back to my place for a glass of wine. A soft smile spread across her face and she said she would. I could not believe this was about to happen!

We decided to take separate cars so she could leave when she wanted. She followed me in her sporty black two-door across town. I kept checking the rearview mirror to make sure she had not changed her mind and to my disbelief, she was still there. I kept asking myself what in the world was I thinking. Part of me wanted to stop the car and tell her that I changed my mind and the other part of me was really wet with anticipation.

As we pulled into the driveway, I gave myself a quick once over in the mirror. “Not bad!” I thought to Escort Güzelbahçe myself. As I opened my door, I realized she was already standing there waiting for me. “God she is beautiful,” I thought. We walked to my front door in silence, the only sound were the crickets singing their summer song.

The cold air of the house met us as we stepped into the living room. I noticed goose bumps ripple down her arms and her nipples strained against the fabric of her dress. I suggest a glass of wine and we head to the kitchen. I pulled out a good bottle of Pinot Noir and two glasses. As I uncorked the bottle, I felt her arms wrap around my waist and her breasts pressing into my back. Her hot breath and soft kisses on my neck sent shivers down my spine.

I turned around in her arms, our lips meeting lightly, and our tongues dancing. There was a sense of urgency as our kiss became more passionate and our hands more daring. I led her out of the kitchen and to my bedroom. She smiled as she lifted my shirt over my head to expose my cantaloupe sized breasts. She brought be closer to her again and used her tongue to play with my ear. I felt like I was going to melt into a giant puddle if she kept this up! Her tongue traced a path from my ear to my neck and down to my breasts. She took off my bra and sucked greedily on my nipple while her hands were working on unbuttoning my jeans. She slid them off of my hips and they fell to the floor leaving me in nothing but a black g-string. My g-string was soaking wet and so were my inner thighs. I had to have her! I pulled her close to me, kissed her on the mouth, and slowly traced a path up her dress to her pussy. To my surprise there was nothing stopping me, she was not wearing any panties. I was excited to find that she was equally aroused and she gasped as I found her clit with my hand. I teased her clit for a moment knowing how much she didn’t want me to stop.

I pulled her dress over her head to reveal her perfectly tanned curvy body. Her breasts Güzelbahçe Escort Bayan were large and firm with half dollar sized areolas and hard nipples. My gaze followed her body down her torso past her cute little belly button down to a small patch of downy blonde hair. Her hips were rounded and full, just like her beautiful ass. Her long shapely legs draw your eye right up to her beautiful pussy. I suck in a deep breath as I admired her. She smiled shyly as I pushed her onto the bed. I kissed her softly on the mouth moving left and right to suckle on her sensitive earlobes then moved to the sides of her neck. She threw her head back in pleasure to reveal her throat.

I worked my way down her exquisite body until my mouth found her delicate folds. I inhaled her intoxicating aroma as I touched her clit with my tongue. She shivered in delight at my touch and opened her legs a bit more so I could easily access every inch on her. I made lazy circles around her clit with the tip of my tongue, my lips caressing hers with every movement. I used the backs of my fingernails to tease her inner thighs until she was squirming against my mouth begging me to lick faster. I increased the speed and pressure of my tongue on her clit and put two fingers inside her pussy to play with her g-spot. My other hand was still caressing and teasing her thighs. Her pussy was so incredibly wet I thought I might drown before the night was over.

Her fingers running through my long blonde hair was driving me insane. I could feel my own juices flowing down my thighs as I tried to squeeze my legs together in an attempt to relieve my own pent-up tension. Her hips were writhing in my face and I was licking and sucking as if I was eating a sweet summer peach. With my tongue on her clit, two fingers deep in her pussy, I used my free hand and her juice to play with her ass. As soon as I pressed my finger into her, her pussy contracted and I am rewarded with a gush of sweet nectar in my mouth. I drank it greedily and continued making love to her until she is bucking wildly on my face. She breathlessly begged me to stop and I finally did, afraid she was going to pass out.

While she was recovering from her intense orgasm, I turned toward the closet and gave you a huge smile knowing you just got a great show. And that was just the beginning on the night!

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I recently became very slightly acquainted with a lovely young woman named Katarina P. We just DM’d a couple times, but not only is she intelligent, she has a wicked sense of humor. In the process of chatting, I asked if I could write a short story about her. She told me to go ahead, and this is what I came up based upon what little I know about her. I hope she likes it. This will be a story with two chapters. This chapter contains lesbian sex.

I’m now receiving editing help from Literotica member, JohnnyGalt. He has been helping since My Voyage to Submission, Chapter 4. Any problems you find are still mine.

Katarina, Ch 1 – Lucinda’s Problem

Katarina was waiting out the clock late on a Friday afternoon. No matter what she’d done, the test data hadn’t added up. All day long, one test after the other; garbage. The tests should be working. The math said the tests should be working, but today, utter garbage. Now, she just wanted the day to end, go home, sit in a tub of hot water with a big glass of wine and chill for the weekend.

It was bad enough she was between boyfriends, but today’s frustration had put her over the top. The weather was warm and wonderful in Barcelona, Spain. A day at the beach tomorrow would do wonders for her mental health. Which is when she had the first break of the day, though she didn’t know it yet. A phone call from her friend, Lucinda, beginning her evening on another down note.

“Katarina, Roberto slept with another woman.”

Oh, shit, Katarina thought. Poor Lucinda, that fucking bastard. They’ve been married for five years and he’s pulling this on her.

“I’m sorry, Cinda. When? How?”

“Last Friday night, when he said he had to work late, he was fucking his secretary instead.”

“How do you know he was with his secretary?”

“She wears purple lipstick; the only one I know who does. I was doing the laundry and found purple lipstick on his collar and his undershorts, by the opening to his boxers, and I found a receipt for a hotel room, one of those cheap rent by the hour places.”

“Sorry, Cinda. So sorry. What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.”

“Listen, I was going to soak in the hot tub with a bottle of wine. You want to join me, have a shoulder to cry on?”

“Are you sure? You’re not doing anything?”

“I’ll be sitting in a hot tub with a bottle of wine. I can do it with or without a friend. I’d prefer with one.”

“Thank you, Kat. I need to talk with someone.”

Katarina went home, turned on the hot tub and opened a bottle of wine to let it breathe; a nice red. No point in getting in the hot tub until Lucinda arrived. Fifteen minutes later, a knock on the door announced Lucinda’s presence. As soon as Katarina opened the door, Lucinda was in her arms, sobbing. Kat patted her back, letting her get it all out.

Of all her friends, Lucinda had the tightest, most delicious body and Katarina was aware of the soft, large breasts pressing against hers. Kat enjoyed sex with women occasionally and Lucinda was at the top of the list of friends she’d love to fuck, though as far as she knew, Lucinda had never been with another woman nor expressed any desire to be with one. Katarina would never hit on one of her friends unless she was sure they’d welcome her advances.

When her crying eased somewhat, Katarina said, “I’m sorry, Cinda. I know you must be devastated. Have things between you and Roberto been bad lately? Is there any reason he’d be having an affair?”

“I didn’t think so,” Lucinda sniffled. “We’ve been having sex regularly, two or even three times a week. We haven’t been fighting. I don’t know why he did this.”

“Some men are just pigs, though I didn’t think Roberto was one of them. You seem so good together.”

“I know, right?”

“Well, let’s get in the hot tub; I’ll give you a big glass of wine and we can talk all about it and figure out what you should do.”

“Oh, God, I was in such a rush to get over here, I forgot my suit. I can’t go back now. Roberto will be home.”

“You don’t need a suit. I have a screen over the porch. Take off your clothes and climb in while I get the wine.”

“Are you sure?”

“We’ve seen each other naked before. It’s not a big deal. I usually sit nude in the tub anyway. It’s nice not having to deal with a wet suit afterward. Go ahead. You’ll be in the water before I get out there anyway.”

Lucinda went out on the porch and Kat got the wine, two glasses and two huge towels to dry off afterward. She went out, and as expected, Lucinda was already neck deep in the water. Kat placed a towel beside Lucinda, and one on the opposite side of the tub for herself. She poured two glasses of wine, handing one to her friend, setting the other where she’d be sitting, then took off the clothes she’d worn to work, and climbed in. Kat was aware of Lucinda watching her get in. She picked up her glass in her left hand and stretched out her right to Lucinda, taking her left hand in hers.

“Are you going to leave the lying Karşıyaka Escort Bayan bastard? Claw the secretary’s eyes out? What do you want to do now?”

“I don’t know. We’ve been married for almost five years. We were planning on having a baby soon. How can I trust him enough to have a baby now? If he’s like this after five years and I’m still thin and pretty, what will he do after ten or when I’m fat and ugly, toting a child around?”

“What about the secretary; is she pretty?”

“I suppose she’s okay in a goth sort of way. No prettier than I thought I was.”

“Hey, you’re gorgeous. Only an idiot would have sex with someone else when he’s got you to come home to.”

“Then what is it? Why did he do this?”

Katarina was absently rubbing her thumb in Lucinda’s palm while she thought about the situation. It really didn’t make much sense to her. She liked Roberto. He was one of the few boyfriends or husbands of her acquaintances who hadn’t hinted they might like to get together with Kat if she was willing. She tended to stay away from those, after warning her friends their men might have a wandering eye, which might lead to wandering hands or worse. Roberto hadn’t even flirted, not seriously. He’d teased, but always laughing, never with a glint of lust in his eye. A quick kiss on the cheek at the end of the night, promising or suggesting nothing.

“When you talked about having a baby, did he seem good about the idea, or wishy-washy on the topic?”

“I thought he wanted one as much as I do.”

“As eager to have a child as you are? Could he be scared of having one; that he might be more tied down than he is now?”

“I thought he was ready. He talked like he was. I mean, who isn’t scared of having a baby? It’s a huge responsibility. What am I going to do?”

Katarina sipped her wine. Apparently, Lucinda hit hers hard too. Half of her wine was already gone. Kat gave her more. It made no more sense to her than Lucinda.

“I don’t know, Cinda. I can’t decide something this important for you. No matter what I say, it might be wrong and you’d hate me for the advice. I mean you have many different choices. You can divorce him, maybe try a trial separation first. You could try killing the secretary and remove that temptation from his life, though if he’s strayed once, he’d probably stray again.”

“I can’t kill her,” Lucinda said.

“I was speaking metaphorically, not literally. I meant like confront her and get her to quit the job and leave Barcelona. You can try marriage counseling. You could get even.”

“Get even how?”

“Revenge sex. Have an affair yourself. Hell, you could even sleep with the same girl. What’s good for the gander, etc.”

“I’d prefer to kill her.”

Kat laughed. “Then find yourself a guy with a big cock and let him bang your head against the headboard.”

Katarina’s hand was now lightly stroking Lucinda’s wrist and forearm. She wasn’t even aware she was doing it. It was a calming response to deal with an outraged friend. She poured herself more wine and seeing Lucinda was back down to another half glass, poured more for her, too. The bottle was nearly empty and they weren’t done hashing it out yet. If they had another, it should breathe for several minutes before they started drinking it, so why wait until their glasses were empty.

Katarina climbed out of the tub, dabbed herself mostly dry to avoid dripping all over the floor and went for another bottle. Bringing it back, she opened it there, standing in her birthday suit. Lucinda was attempting not to look, but couldn’t help sneaking quick glances. Katarina was slim, but fit, long legs, closely trimmed pubes, long, dark brown hair. Lucinda always wished she had legs like Katrina’s. They were to die for. Her friend got back in the tub, sinking into the hot water.

“Where were we? Ah, yes, the revenge scenario. Fuck someone else and see how Roberto likes it.”

“How does that help anything?”

“Very little, if any. It might give you a little satisfaction to get even, but I doubt it helps at all. Let’s see, you’ve got the option of confrontation and recrimination, if only to see what Roberto says about it. Might be nice to know if he lies, or if he’ll come clean. If you were a saint, you could forgive him. Or pretend it never happened and ignore it, try to forget your pain and his dishonesty, though if you do that, you might have to ignore every other time he steps out on you. I mean, once your husband cheats on you, all your choices suck.”

“Exactly. All my choices suck. I just wish I knew why. What would you do?”

“Revenge sex, tell my boyfriend every dirty detail, then dump his sorry ass, but you have to realize, I’ve never loved anyone enough to get married or want a baby with them. That’s me. We’re talking about you and your situation. Everyone is different and you have to do what’s best for you, not what works for me.”

They finished off the second bottle, talking more, coming Escort Karşıyaka to no decisions. Neither one of them was feeling any pain when they got out, but Lucinda was the worse for wear, having had more to drink and the smaller frame. She almost fell getting out of the tub and Katarina had to catch her, grabbing a boob in the process, snatching her hand away as soon as Lucinda seemed steady on her feet.

“You’re in no condition to drive,” Katarina said. “You’ve had too much wine.”

“I don’t want to go home anyway,” Lucinda responded. “I don’t know what I’m going to say to him yet. Can I spend the night with you?”

“Of course.”

Lucinda started drying herself off, but nearly crashed head first into the concrete floor when she bent over to dry her legs. Kat caught her again, helped her stand and took her towel, kneeling down to dry Lucinda’s legs, fully aware of the pretty blonde pussy inches away from her face. It smelled of chlorine as opposed to what Katarina assumed Lucinda usually smelled like. Katarina didn’t dry Lucinda’s loins or ass, tempted as she was. Lucinda could do both of those without bending over. Neither one of them put their clothes on again, Kat telling Lucinda she’d give her a nightshirt to wear.

Lucinda nodded. They went inside and Kat gave her an oversized t-shirt to put on. It still only came halfway down her legs. Kat’s own tee barely covered her lady bits. She was three inches taller than Lucinda was.

“Text Roberto, tell him you’ve had too much to drink and you’re staying with me tonight.”

Lucinda complied, sending the text, though she had difficulty typing the words.

Katarina got both of them large glasses of water and aspirin, hoping to prevent the worst of the hangover sure to destroy the early part of their morning. She made Lucinda drink all the water, knowing they had to fight the dehydration of the alcohol.

Lucinda’s phone buzzed and she picked it up, immediately started crying again. Katarina looked at the message.

It’s okay. I had to work late again tonight anyway.

What an asshole! Were all men this bad. Katarina ended up holding her for another fifteen minutes until the wrenching sobbing had turned into hiccuped whimpers and random gasped inhalations.

“We need to eat something, Lucinda. We just knocked off two bottles of wine without food.”

“I don’t feel like eating anything. I want to die.”

“Sshhh, I know, Cinda, but the bastard doesn’t deserve for you to die. You need to make him pay, not give up. Please, for me?”

Lucinda nodded slightly, eyes red rimmed and teary, blotchy faced and runny nosed. She was a mess. Katarina didn’t want anything too heavy for supper. Lucinda probably wouldn’t eat it anyway. She made a plate of cheese, crusty bread, some grapes and strawberries. They sat on the couch, Katarina putting her arms around her friend and letting her lean back against her. She’d give Lucinda little bites of the food and she dutifully chewed and swallowed, though not eating much, just huddling in a ball, her arms wrapped around her legs.

It was ten and both of them were emotionally exhausted. Lucinda was drunk and sad, a lethal combination. Kat was drunk and mad, but still ready to sleep if it would find her. Holding Lucinda’s hand, Katarina led her to her queen sized bed, helped her climb in and settle. Kat climbed in behind her, spooning her back.

“Go to sleep now. We’ll figure out what to do tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Lucinda whispered.

Lucinda soon drifted off, but Kat was awake for another hour, conscious of the adorable, warm body beside her. If only Lucinda weren’t so devastated, Kat would have loved the opportunity to see where this could lead. Lucinda didn’t need a friend trying to seduce her now, just a friend.

******

Katarina’s eyes popped open at 3:22 AM. Why? During the night, she’d turned over and was now staring at her alarm clock instead of Lucinda’s hair. Then she felt it; a light kiss on the nape of her neck, a whisper of a kiss. Very light, almost non-existent, and a hand cupping her breast, not moving, but there, covering her nipple. Then nothing. Lucinda softly breathing behind her, breath warm on her neck. Had Lucinda thought herself back in her own bed and dreamed she was lying next to her husband, life fine, no infidelity.

There it was again, another kiss, like a butterfly’s wings, so light it was. And just maybe, the hand clutching her boob barely squeezed her breast, almost imagined it was so tentative.

“Cinda?” Katarina whispered softly.

The hand suddenly and guiltily pulled off her breast with the whispered word.

“Kat, I’m sorry,” Lucinda whispered.

Katarina turned around and in the moonlight leaking through the window, saw Lucinda’s nightshirt had been discarded, now naked. She was shrinking back from her, covering herself.

“What’s going on?” Katarina asked. “Sorry for what?”

“For…for touching you, for waking you. I’m sorry for everything.” Karşıyaka Escort Bayan Lucinda started crying again.

Katarina pulled her close, embracing her, shushing her, stroking her hair.

“Sshhh. It’s okay. I’m not mad or upset. You haven’t done anything I haven’t thought of doing to you a hundred times.”

“Really?”

“And truly.”

“I knew you sometimes enjoyed women, but you never made a pass at me.”

“I’m not a guy. I don’t make passes at my friends unless I think they want me to, especially not those I thought were happily married.”

“I guess the happily married is out the window.”

“Perhaps.”

“Would you make love to me?”

“Are you sure you’re not reacting from sadness, anger and a shitload of wine? I don’t want to take advantage of you. I want you to know what you’re doing and want to do it.”

“I’m not drunk anymore. Yes, I’m sad and angry, but if I’m going to have a revenge fuck, I’d prefer it to be you instead of some drunk stranger in a bar. Who knows what I’d get.”

“Are you sure? You’ve never been with a woman before, have you?”

“No, never. I haven’t a clue what to do.”

“Don’t worry about it. Let me make you feel good.”

Katarina sat up and shed her own nightshirt, equalizing their nudity. She held Lucinda’s head in her hands and softly laid a kiss on her lips, then kissed her cheek, moving towards her neck.

“Stop me at any time if you suddenly realize you’re making a mistake,” Katarina whispered in Lucinda’s ear while kissing her neck. She felt Lucinda nod before Lucinda’s hand went around Kat’s neck, stroking the fine hairs at the nape, returning her caress.

Katarina pulled her back down to the bed and in the moonlight, made love to her friend. Kissing, soft and feathery, a brush of the lips, worshipping the body she’d desired for so long. Tongue and lips and teeth, stroking hands, exploring every inch of the panting woman beside her. Finding her secret places, feeling her shiver when she’d found a sensitive spot. Her nipples responding to Kat’s light sucking, hardening, stiffening, as they tightened. The strangled gasp when Kat first touched her mound, swept her tongue up her cleft, her dew already dripping. Spreading her legs, giving Kat more space to touch her, kiss her moist inner thighs.

Lucinda gasping, shivering, shaking, her stomach fluttering when she climaxed, Kat’s tongue dancing over her clit, two of her fingers buried deep in her core, lightly rubbing her g-spot. The orgasm lingering, moistening Katarina’s fingers, silence except for the ticking clock, the rapid breathing.

Katarina moving up, finding and kissing Lucinda’s mouth, letting her taste herself on Kat’s lips, before forcing them apart with an insistent tongue to invade and tongue tango, Lucinda returning the frenzied kiss as fiercely as it was given. The panting breaths eventually slowing, the caresses becoming lazier, less frantic.

“Mmm. That was beautiful. Thank you, Kat. I hope you’ll understand I can’t love you as well as you loved me.”

“Don’t worry about it. In fact, you should go back to sleep. Let what happened percolate for awhile. It’s not a competition. I don’t need anything right now. I just wanted you to feel good after this disaster. Let’s see how you feel in the morning.”

Lucinda kissed her and they settled in each others arms, facing each other this time. Katarina fell asleep much faster this time, feeling calmer, more at peace, her breath tickling Lucinda’s neck. Lucinda awake the longer this time, thinking of what she’d initiated, done; the sex so very nice. Fuck Roberto.

******

Lucinda woke Katarina the next morning for the second time, not stealthily, but boldly kissing her while caressing her breasts.

“Again?” Kat murmured, “you’re insatiable.”

“No, you did your part. You got me over the hump. It’s my turn to pleasure you.”

Kat stretched, spreading her legs in invitation. “If you’re sure, I’m not going to stop you.”

Katarina let Lucinda proceed at her own pace since she was making love to a woman for the first time. She cooed when Lucinda did something particularly nice, or touched her in a way she loved to be touched, to let her know she was doing fine. It took awhile, but Lucinda finally provided the orgasm she was craving, and Kat held Lucinda’s head against her core as she finished her, moaning throatily.

Lucinda looked up from between Kat’s legs, her mouth smeared with Kat’s orgasmic juices.

“Did I do okay?”

“You were wonderful,” Katarina replied, stroking her face. “I loved it.”

“I’m sure I’ll be better next time,” Lucinda said, grinning, moving up Katarina’s body for another kiss.

“You’re sure there’s going to be a next time?” Kat asked.

“Why not,” Lucinda said. “What else would I be doing? Go home and fuck my cheating bastard of a husband?”

“Perhaps before you decide you want a girlfriend, you should decide what you’re going to do about the husband you have.”

“I still don’t know. I feel lost. Usually, when I feel this way, I can talk to him and we work it out together. How the hell do I talk to him now? He’s not my confidant anymore, he’s the enemy.”

“You have to go home sometime, ask him about it, see what he says.”

“I can’t do it yet. I feel so betrayed.”

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Sharon has kindly given me this to share with you all, after the great feedback from the first story she has agreed to tell more about her affair with Harry

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Sharon had Harry on her mind all the rest of the month after she had first had sex with him, she couldn’t believe what it had felt like, the sheer size of his cock made it more intense then anything she’d had before. Just thinking about it made her wet, she could feel a tingle in her pussy as she went back to that day. It had been 3 weeks since Harry had first had her and even now she was playing it out in her mind.

“What has he done to me?” Sharon said into a mirror as she got out of the shower and dried herself “I can’t stop thinking about the sex!”

For the next week Sharon tried to go on as normal but she found her mind went back to Harry over and over, she looked at the date on her calendar and saw it was just a few days before Harry would be in town again, she knew where he was going to be too… they had arranged to meet up already by phone.

“Harry!” Sharon wrapped her arms around Harry’s shoulders as she hugged him tightly, he hugging back. They had met up at the park bench where they had first met, Sharon had been waiting there for some time, unable to just sit in her house alone and wait.

“How have you been?” Harry asked as they sat down together on the bench

“I’ve never been better, god I don’t know what you did to me but wow it was magic!” Sharon said with a grin as she looked at the old man sat next to her

Harry laughed and placed his hand on Sharon’s thigh and gave it a little squeeze, a shudder passed through her body as she felt the touch a man walked by and took a long look at the pair of them, this young woman’s leg getting squeezed by a man old enough to be her grandfather.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you since we were at your daughters house” Sharon said with a smile that lit Harry’s face with pleasure, he never thought that a girl so much younger then him would actually appreciate him sexually that much.

“Believe me I’ve been thinking the same thing Sharon” Harry said with a smile as another jogger went by in the bright sun, Sharon smiled to herself she was happy that Harry had been thinking of her. “All the people in the home have said how chirpy I have been over the last month, I bet they would love to know why” he joked

“Oh yeah, my friends said the same about me, but god Harry what did you do to me? I was leaking into my panties all the trip home thanks to you and your…” Sharon stopped short said as they both laughed, she could feel herself getting moist sat in the open like this with Harry “So what are the plans for today then?” she asked

“Well my Daughter is at work right now” Harry smiled and looked down at Sharon’s heaving breasts, she smiled back and took his hand as they walked together towards the house again.

Sharon felt eyes on them as they walked to Harry’s daughters house, she didn’t care about what people thought though, she couldn’t wait to get there if it was going to be a repeat of last time.

“Ohhh Harry!” Sharon moaned as she felt a second finger push into her tight pussy. It wasn’t long after arriving that Sharon was on her back with Harry’s fingers rubbing inside her pussy, she was lifting her hips to meet this digits as she felt the juice in her pussy flow even more.

Harry smiled and slowly rubbed his two fingers into Sharon’s pussy, wiggling the tips against her walls, Menemen Escort she was just as tight as the first time, slowly he felt her arch her back up and spread her thighs wider, taking advantage Harry slid another finger into her pussy, Sharon had told him that she didn’t think she cold take a cock as big as his without being really worked up before hand, he was more then happy to do it though, this had been what he had done most of his life with women, most had complained about some discomfort when he’d only used one or two before actually putting his cock inside them.

Sharon felt the third thick finger go inside her pussy and could feel the stretch it made, she was happy, the feeling of Harry’s fingers was exquisite and she knew it would only get better once she had him between her thighs.

Holding her breasts, Sharon squeezed her own nipples and grit her teeth as she felt Harry’s fingers withdraw from her pussy, she was on fire, and her skin was clammy to the touch. Harry looked down at the sexy young thing on his daughters spare room bed and smiled to himself as he positioned his body on top of hers, Sharon opening her thighs wide as they would go and looking up into her lover’s eyes as she put her hands on his back and guided his body down until she felt his thighs touch the back of hers and his stomach move down onto hers too.

“Hmmmmm” Sharon moaned as she felt Harry’s old body touch hers, they were on top of the cover’s this time, unlike the first time when they were under them, this gave more room to move, Harry had suggested as they had arrived.

Harry looked down under his body and reached down for his cock, giving it a rub to get it fully hard he smiled and guided it towards Sharon’s young pussy, Sharon was anticipating the moment when she’d feel the thick cock she’d be thinking of for the past month, she wasn’t disappointed either.

Sharon’s mouth dropped open in a long moan of pleasure as she felt the head push up against her pussy and spread the lips as it slowly thrust into her, it was just as big as she’d remembered and felt just as good. Holding Harry with her thighs she pulled her hands down his back and left a small scratch on his skin as she felt the firm cock sink deeper until he was fully inside her.

Harry was a little softer then the first time they had fucked, but still plenty hard enough to satisfy Sharon, she moaned loudly as the long thick shaft and bulbous head were thrust hard into her once Harry had pulled back a little. Her legs gripped tight as Sharon held onto Harry’s shoulders and arched her back from the exquisite feeling coming from her pussy every nerve was on fire and she felt so full once again from his cock.

Thrusting hard Harry moaned and puffed as he felt his cock gripped tight by the strong muscles in his young lover’s pussy, all other things were out of his mind as he just concentrated on Sharon’s and his own pleasure. His hips thrusting into and out of her, each time Sharon pulling him back to her with her legs like a rabid animal trying to keep hold of its kill.

“Oh god its so big!” Sharon moaned as she smiled and close her eyes letting the feeling from her pussy take over her, she could feel her orgasm coming like a train, she almost always came with men, but with Harry it seemed her orgasm would come much quicker.

Harry held onto the cover’s on the bed below the pair as he thrust hard and fast into the young woman, their bodies were starting to get wet with sweat and he Menemen Escort Bayan could feel the juice inside Sharon’s pussy on his cock as her tight muscles gripped tighter and she called out loudly as an orgasm washed over her.

Leaning down lower Harry pushed his cock deeper into Sharon’s pussy and made some small hard thrusts into her, driving her wild as she felt him rub against her clit, she pulled her legs from around Harry’s body and stretched them out leaving more room for Harry to work his magic on her clit as he made his short thrusts. Harry took the hint and smiled as he rubbed against Sharon’s clit as his cock throbbed a little inside her pussy, his balls swung and touched Sharon’s skin making her giggle as the hairs on them tickled a little, the gray hairs on Harry’s chest rubbed don Sharon’s nipples and breasts too also making her want to giggle.

Hearing the young giggle of a woman so young as he fucked her made Harry more excited then the first time he’d had Sharon, his cock suddenly throbbed and began to spurt its hot load into her, he was not as deep as the first time but Sharon could still feel the wash flow inside her, she arched her back and made more room for it to go, again like the first time she felt so full and Harry seemed to cum for ever, each blast of his cum adding to the mess inside her already.

Finally Harry finished and his cock began to shrink rapidly, inside her, getting off he laid panting on the bed and smiled as Sharon rubbed her hand into his chest hair

“I’ll be right back I need to wash myself out to get rid of some of your mess” she giggled before cupping her crotch and heading for the bathroom still naked. Harry watched her ass wiggle as she went out the door.

Coming back Sharon smiled and removed her hand from her pussy, she had been in the bathroom on the toilet getting rid of the large amounts of cum that Harry had shot into her, she was confident she’d got it all, or at least most, so had gone back to the bedroom for a few moments before they had to go.

“You get better” Sharon smiled as she sat on the bed next to her much older lover

“Must come with age,” Harry laughed back, that made Sharon laugh too “Well be better get dressed” Harry said handing Sharon her clothes.

Sharon watched as Harry pulled his clothes on and she did the same before she pulled the covers straight on the bed and sniffed the air to make sure there wasn’t too much of an aroma of sex to greet Harry’s Daughter should she come back into this room.

The door shut and Sharon’s eyes went wide as she saw a woman stood before her

“Err who are you?” the woman said surprised to see a young woman stood in her house, it was Harry’s daughter Wendy.

“I’m err… I’m” Sharon didn’t know what to say

“This is Sharon, she is a friend who kindly helped me over here Wendy” Harry voice came from behind Sharon and she sighed with relief.

“Oh dad, I didn’t know you were here” Wendy said with a smile “I’m sorry you just startled me, its not every day I walk in to find a strange young person in my house” she said to Sharon who smiled and said it was her fault and no harm was done. Her heart was beating so fast, here she was talking to the daughter of the man she had just had sex with up stairs, and the woman was old enough to be her mother!

“Well dad since you and I’m sorry Sharon was it? Are here can I offer you a drink and we can have a little chat I’d love to get to know you and I do owe Escort Menemen you a thank you for helping my dad out” Wendy said warmly

“Err…” Sharon looked at Harry and he smiled

“Sure love” Harry said looking at his daughter then Sharon

“Well you two go into the living room and I’ll bring your drinks in, Sharon what would you like?”

Sat in the living room on the sofa Sharon looked around the room, it was nicely decorated; Wendy came in and served the drinks to her dad and Sharon before sitting down and taking a sip.

“So how old are you then Sharon?” Wendy asked with a smile

“I’m twenty four” Sharon said wit ha smile, she was a little nervous but did her best to hide it

“Twenty four, I remember being that age” Wendy laughed “Now look at me forty three, still I can’t complain, I have plenty, thanks to my dad and mum that is” she smiled “So how did you meet my dad then?”

“We met a month ago at the park love, you know how I like to go there when I am away from your mum. But I needed something I don’t remember what god my mind is going” he laughed before continuing, “So Sharon here helped me get it and we got chatting and got friendly and as luck would have it we met up again today so I brought her here because I needed to use the loo and she kindly offered to walk with me” Harry winked at Sharon who had to stifle a giggle, if only she could tell Wendy just how friendly she had got with her 73 year old farther she thought.

“Well Sharon, you seem to have made quite the impression on my dad” Wendy smiled “And any friend of my dad’s is a friend of mine I say”

The three of them sat in Wendy’s house for over an hour chatting and laughing at jokes, sharing stories and generally getting to know each other, after about 30 minuets though Sharon had gotten a shock as she felt some of Harry’s cum begin to leak again into her panties. It was very bizarre, feeling the cum of the man Sharon had just had sex with dripping out of her pussy and messing her panties up while she sat chatting with his middle aged daughter. Sharon thought she had got the entire lot of thick cum out but she was obviously wrong, her pussy was beginning to close up now too which made the cum move a little and she blushed but luckily Wendy never asked why, Sharon would never have thought up an excuse is she had.

“Well I need to get back to work and dad don’t you need to go see mum again?” Wendy said as she got up

“Yes I am afraid my day is over now” Harry smiled

Sharon got up and felt a sudden gush of cum flow out, that was the last bit it seemed Sharon could feel the wetness in her panties and just hoped it didn’t leak through and stain her pants, she was glad when she was outside and watching Wendy drive away before she and Harry began to walk back to the Home.

“God I am glad I’m out of there!” Sharon said to Harry as they walked

“Oh why? Don’t you like my little girl” Harry laughed

“No she’s lovely, but god I was worried like crazy that she’d figure something out, and you… you have done it again to me I’m soaked thanks to you!” Sharon gave him a light tap jokingly

“Oh I am sorry Sharon,” he said with a grin “Its an occupational hazard though”

Sharon laughed and they joked all the way to the Home.

“Well mr. Tunny, you make sure to call me to arrange out next meet up I’ll be waiting for my next set of ruined panties” she winked as Harry smiled and went back into the Home, and left Sharon to dream about next time.

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Hope you enjoyed. Sharon would like to know if you would like any more tales from her and Harry’s affair? If so she’d be more then happy to tell me and I’ll write them up.

Please feel free to write to me with any comments or anything else you’d care to say.

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