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Men of Kelrock Ch. 01

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CHAPTER ONE:
The Prank

“He’s going to be so mad,” Emden pointed out as they quietly moved down the hallway towards the bedroom door at the far end.

Jove rolled his eyes. Emden was always so worried about consequences. He was always the sensible one. Jove wished his partner in crime would lighten up and enjoy the moment otherwise this wasn’t going to be nearly as fun and hilarious as they were all expecting it to be.

The three men had meticulously planned out the attack. Jove, Emden and Dill had stayed up all night planning and preparing for the assault on the birthday boy, Thad. Thad was their good friend, the oldest of their group and the one they always looked to as their leader. But while he slept soundly in bed, Thad had turned twenty, and his friends had planned for him a birthday surprise.

They had all grown up in the monastery together. Ever since they were taken in by Father Gordon, the man charged with the care and tutorage of all the boys cast out from the Fortress of Ellahos after birth, and sent to this far corner of the nation to be raised.

Father Gordon had told them that they had all arrived together, bundled into one crate, with only a few blankets for comfort. Shipped off like animals from their mothers, who didn’t want them, for no reason other than their gender.

Their crate had come with their papers; forms which gave Father Gordon information on each child, their name, date of birth, any health issues, and the identification number. Father Gordon had to tattoo their identification number and date of birth onto their right shoulder blades. Jove had been told that the identification number was how the women of Fort Ellahos could later identify who had mothered any particular man should they ever find themselves back inside the fortresses walls.

The men were all born within a few weeks of each other, with Dill being the youngest. He would not turn twenty for another 21 days.

They neared the door to Thad’s room and paused, listening for any sound. All seemed quiet. Jove looked back at the other two and winked.

The plan was simple. Just a practical joke really. When a man turned twenty he was no longer protected by the Rule of Age. The Rule of Age protected all men under the age of twenty from any sexual advances by men who were over the age limit. This rule had existed for as long as men had lived separated from women, a taboo that was enforced strictly amongst the fully male population and punishable by death. Although it doesn’t stop them from staring, Jove thought absently to himself.

Emden looked like he may object once again, but Dill was all eagerness. Dill always went along with Jove’s plans. He was the perfect accomplice. Emden always had to think things through.

Emden was a rare specimen, and not only because he was an intellectual man living in a world full of barbarians. Emden was blond. It was a trait that had slowly bred itself out over the years. Jove could think of only a handful of blond men he’d met in his life. Emden seemed entirely unaware of the stares he attracted from men wherever he went. He was naturally paler as well, with milky white skin that was only lightly tanned from the days spent out in the fields tending to the farmstead on which the monastery existed.

By contrast, Jove and Dill were much more tanned, both with natural brown hair that let them blend into a crowd with ease. Jove kept his hair short, whilst Dill’s was longer, the ends curling down around his ears and forehead.

A muffled sound came through the door and all three men tensed. What was that? He shared a look at the other two but they both seemed as confused as he was. Was Thad awake? If he was, then their plan would never work. They waited in strained silence, and again, the muffled sound came through the door.

Jove frowned. It sounded like Thad, but he wasn’t talking. It sounded angry.

Jove raised a finger to his lips to signal the other two to keep quiet, then he slowly turned the door knob and peeked inside.

A sole candle beside the Avrupalı porno bed lit the scene before Jove. A scene that made his jaw drop.

Thad lay on the bed. He was completely naked, which was fairly normal. Most of them slept this way due to the heat. However apart from that nothing was normal at all. His wrists and ankles were bound to each of the bedposts and he’d been gagged. His cock was fully erect and was twitching as he struggled against his bonds.

“Thad!” Jove pushed the door fully open and rushed into the room, followed quickly by the other two.

The muffled sound was Thad trying to yell for help. He looked extremely pissed off, but his face was red from shame more than rage.

As Jove got closer he could see that string had been tied around Thad’s cock, just below the head, and was attached via clothes pegs to both his nipples. What on Earth had happened?

Thad was beautiful by anyone’s definition of the word. He was tall, with lean, sculpted muscle and had black hair. His jaw was strong and defined and his eyes usually held a confident, piercing gaze.

Jove had never seen anyone in such a messed up predicament before. Although he had heard of things like this happening, over in the nearby town. Things like this just didn’t happen at the monastery.

Jove had seen his friend’s naked before. Growing up the four of them had shared a bedroom. Individual rooms were only given once they got older, and so Jove had seen his friends sleep naked. However, he’d never seen Thad’s erect penis before. It had to be at least twelve inches, and it was thick too. Thicker than Jove’s own. His balls were clean shaven, as was the custom, and a small patch of black pubic hair stretched from above his shaft to near his navel.

Jove unclipped both of the pegs from his friend nipples as gently as he could. Dill had come to kneel bedside the bed on the opposite side to Jove and Emden had carefully closed the door behind them, obviously thinking to protect Thad’s modesty, or what was left of it.

Thad’s muscles glistened with sweat and Jove noticed that his stomach and chest were splattered with cum. It looked like he’d cum more than a few times. Jove tried to ignore it. None of them were related to each other, but Thad was like a brother to him.

Dill reached over to start untying Thad’s wrist and Jove removed the gag around his mouth. It was tied tightly and once pulled away Thad spat out more cloth that had been piled into his mouth.

“Those fuckers!” he spat as soon as he was free to talk.

Jove began to work on his other bound wrist. “Who did this?”

“Axel and the others,” Thad growled as he moved his free hand up to gently caress his sore nipples, an act which resulted in him getting cum on his hand which he wiped away on the bed sheets in disgust.

Axel, and the others, that Thad referred to, were some of the other boys who lived at the monastery. Every couple of years or so another crate would arrive with more children for Father Gordon to raise. Axel, along with Ren and Marrick, had arrived almost a year and half after Jove. They were eighteen, and something of a rival group to Jove’s own. They would never normally try something like this, but it would not have been hard for the three of them to overpower Thad if he’d been asleep.

“Looks like you enjoyed it,” Emden observed from where he stood at the foot of the bed.

It was a typically cold remark for Emden to make. He was not nasty, but simply unaware of how blunt or rude he could come across. Yet he had a point. Jove could see that Thad’s penis was still erect and twitching. The cum still leaked slowly from the tip down onto his abdomen.

“They milked me like a fucking cow, Em” Thad glared defiantly at Emden. “Tell me again if you think I enjoyed that.”

Emden didn’t rise to the argument but instead knelt down and began untying Thad’s ankles, getting a spectacular view of Thad’s testicles that sagged down between his spread legs.

Jove couldn’t imagine how horrible Video porno an experience it must have been for Thad. None of them got along well with Axel and his crew. There had always been a general rule at Father Gordon’s Monastery that you respected your elders and did as they instructed. Jove and his friends had always obeyed the older boys who had lived at the monastery. Now, Thad was the eldest, and as such he should have been untouchable. Jove couldn’t imagine how humiliated Thad must have felt being helpless to stop them from teasing his massive cock, and forcing him to cum over and over again against his will.

“We have to get back at them,” Dill said with a fervour that surprised Jove. Looking across the bed, Dill seemed almost as angry as Thad was. Jove could understand though. They did this to Thad, which meant they could have done it to any of them. And it was a shock to see someone like Thad, who they respected and looked up to, in such a compromising position.

“I can’t,” Thad said through gritted teeth. “Not anymore. That’s why the fuckers did this now. I’m twenty, so anything I do to them, like this, would be against the Rule.”

“We still could though,” Dill offered, “we still have a few weeks left.”

Thad shook his head, seeming to be against the idea. Jove realised that Axel and the others must have planned this attack on Thad, and had waited until this night to carry it out, knowing that Thad would have no way to get back at them in the same way now that he was twenty. Jove shook his head, astounded by the younger men’s nerve.

With both arms free of their bonds, Thad sat up in the bed and leant over his throbbing cock, trying to untie the string still wrapped around it. “Fuck this is way too tight,” he said after several moments of trying. He had to stop to wipe his fingers on the blankets several times as they got slicked with cum.

“Here let me try,” Dill offered scooting down the side of the bed, but Thad smacked his approaching hand away.

“Just get me a knife from the kitchens.”

Dill jumped to his feet and quietly left the room.

“He was just trying to help,” Emden told Thad as he finished untying his ankles.

“I don’t want him touching my dick, Em.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think he’d thought that far head,” Emden looked at Jove and he shrugged.

“I don’t want any of you retaliating, ok,” Thad looked them both in the eyes and they nodded. “Not like this anyway. This is just…” he trailed off.

“Wrong?” Emden offered.

Thad’s face reddened again and he nodded silently.

Feeling uncomfortable sitting next to Thad in his current state, Jove looked around for the bed covers which had been tossed across the room. He went to collect them handed them to Thad who took them gratefully, and laid them over his lap. Thad’s penis was still erect which seemed strange to Jove. Was Thad still turned on?

“They fed me fickle leaf,” Thad explained, as if seeing the unspoken question in Jove’s face. “I guess it’s going to stay like this for a while.”

Fickle leaf was a drug that could keep a man’s cock hard for hours. It was sadly all too common and easy to come by if one wanted to get their hands on it, which he guessed Axel and the others had. They could easily have got some from town.

Dill returned with the knife and handed it to Thad, who raised the covers back out of the way to get at the string. He gently cut away at the string, and let out an oddly satisfied sigh when was finished.

“Well, happy birthday,” Emden said, rising to his feet. “I’m sorry that this happened to you, but if you don’t plan to do anything about it I think it’s best that we all just forget that it happened.”

Thad and Jove nodded, but Dill shook his head. “If we just pretend like it never happened, then it will happen again. They did this to him because they know he can’t do anything about it. But we still can. For the time being. Might I remind you all that the rest of us will all be turning twenty soon as well and we most likely have the same thing to look forward to if they think they can get away with it.”

Dill had a point. Jove was still a virgin, as were they all, and he didn’t want his first sexual encounter to be with those assholes.

“We could always tell Father Gordon,” Emden suggested, looking at Thad to see how he felt about that idea.

Thad shook his head. “No way. I don’t want him to know about this. Please promise that you won’t tell him.” Thad met their eyes and by the pleading look he gave Jove; it was clearly not going to be possible for them to tell Father Gordon.

Each of them promised in turn, with Dill’s coming with a bit more resistance.

Jove looked at Thad, who had covered himself up again. He felt bad for him, but the sad reality was that very few men lost their virginity willingly. Once a man was over the age of twenty, there was nothing to stop him being taken by force by any other man. It was a sign of strength, and dominance to be able to do so, and there were no Rules to control it, except for maybe one.

The only kind of men that Jove knew who were exempt were the monks. The men who raised the children in the monasteries, like Father Gordon did. These men could travel anywhere without fear of molestation or being taken as someone’s play-toy. Monks were often older, so Jove imagined they were considered less desirable anyway. Still, Father Gordon had clearly been a handsome man in his youth. Few men these days were born without good looks. Men were selected for breeding based purely on physical prowess, after all.

Jove and Emden had slowly begun to move towards the door. “We should talk about this tomorrow,” Jove said. “We have to be up in a few hours anyway.”

Jove looked back at Thad, still sitting in the bed, uncharacteristically quiet, and felt a stab of pity for his friend. Dill still knelt beside the bed like a loyal hound, but eventually he sighed and followed them to the door.

They left Thad alone to his thoughts and went back down the hallway.

“Thad might not be able to get revenge, but mark my words we have to!” Dill reiterated. Jove nodded. They had to do something at the very least, otherwise they were next. Specifically, he was next. Jove turned twenty in five days, and he was not about to be set upon in the night by some kids he’d grown up bossing around.

“We will, Dill. We just need to figure out how.” Jove had no intention of stooping to their level, but he wasn’t so sure about Dill.

“One thing is for sure,” Emden said as he stopped outside his bedroom door. “We can’t keep Thad in the loop about any of it. Otherwise he could get in serious trouble.”

“Oh come on, we’re not going to anything sexual to them, are we?” Jove looked from one friend to the next. “We aren’t going to do anything like that.” He gestured back down the hallway towards Thad’s room.

“Why not? It’s what they deserve,” Dill said matter-of-factly.

“What would you do instead, Jove? Beat them? We’ve done that in the past and it’s clearly not deterred them.” Emden seemed to be siding with Dill which was strange. He felt like he was being the reasonable one, not Dill. So why would Emden agree with him? Jove guessed Emden was just as worried as he was about being a victim of this sort of attack and would rather go on the offensive to make sure it didn’t happen.

Jove let out an exasperated sigh. “Look, lets sleep on it and we can talk about it tomorrow.”

“I’ll be sleeping with one eye open from now on,” Dill said bitterly.

Jove guessed he had a point, but something told him that they had nothing to worry about until their birthday came around. Axel, Ren and Marrick were going to attack when they knew the victim would no longer be able to retaliate.

Well they had made one big mistake. They should have waited until all four of them had turned twenty. Instead they’d been impatient and started all of this tonight, leaving Jove, Emden and Dill the chance to discover what they had done, and get some revenge.

And for all they knew, this could have been a one off attack they planned just for Thad. Maybe they wouldn’t bother with the rest of them. Unless they enjoyed it enough to repeat the experience. Jove swallowed hard at that thought. He had five days.

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Seducing Sheila Pt. 01

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This is the first time I’ve written a collaborative story. Thank you to AlohaSheila who helped hone and perfect it. Yes, of course she is Sheila in our story. If there is any interest in it we will work on part two.

*****

It was Tuesday morning and I had decided to go to my favourite cafe for a coffee and a slice of their delicious carrot cake. I’d taken my laptop with me in the hopes that the change of scene would help me get closer to completing my current book. My fiancée, Jodie, was out of town, away giving one of her seminars again. She’d left the previous morning and wouldn’t be back until later that evening. Sitting alone in my home office would have just highlighted how much I was missing her, and just added to the guilt about not finishing the last section of the book I was writing…

I was sitting there, looking at three lines, each a variation of the same sentence. Over and over, I tried to phrase and rephrase it so that it felt right and worked well as part of the conclusion to the surrounding story.

The line in question was either going to be:

“I shuddered as she took my nipple into her mouth.”

“As she took my nipple into her mouth a surge flooded through me.”

Or “I was suddenly aware of a flood of lust running through me as she took my nipple into her mouth.”

An odd thing to be worrying about, I know, but I really needed to complete this section to my satisfaction and have it ready for submission to my Agent, Karen, as quickly as possible. I sat there, staring at all three sentences on my screen, trying to make sure I picked one that I felt worked best with the mood I had struggled to create.

—

The reason for my feeling of urgency was fuelled by events earlier that morning. I’d just showered and was slipping into my grey silk dressing gown when I heard my mobile ringing in the kitchen. Hoping it was Jodie, I hurried through and my heart sank when I saw that the caller ID said ‘Karen.’ Not that I don’t love my Agent to bits, I really do, but I knew what she was calling about and didn’t want to talk to her about my rapidly approaching deadline – again. But I knew I couldn’t keep putting this off for too much longer.

I swiped to answer.

“Karen! How are things?”

I heard a sigh on the other end, “You haven’t finished it have you?”

I swallowed. She always makes me feel a little like a naughty schoolgirl.

“I’m close babe. Really close. End of the week.”

I heard another sigh. I was disappointing her again.

“Anna, darling.” she slowly began,” It’s been going to be the third month of ‘end of the week’. I’ve got the publishers phoning me every day. I’m trying to keep them off your back. You do know that, don’t you? But I’ve been promising them a completed manuscript of ‘Olivia’ for so long now. I just can’t keep them at bay forever.

“Look, you know they loved those three chapters and the synopsis. They’re being incredibly patient, but babe I really need you to do this for me.”

I felt guilty. I always feel guilty when I have to be reminded of deadlines to be met. When I started writing I thought it would all be cheese and wine parties and I would have all the time in the world. It’s really not that easy.

“I know Karen. I know. I’m sorry. It’s just that Jodie’s away and…”

“Well that’s perfect then isn’t it?” she interrupted, “It stops you from being distracted.” I could almost see the small smile on her lips as she spoke, “Be honest Anna. How much is left?”

I thought about lying, but decided that if I was honest I might be able to buy more time.

“It’s really just the last chapter. I keep getting stuck when I go back over the rest of the book. I keep wanting to change little details, and that means…”

She interrupted me again. “Anna, we’ve been over this. Stop tweaking. Finish the last chapter. They have editors for all that kind of thing.”

The thought of someone touching my own words made me feel physically sick. They are me, my thoughts, my ideas. They are intimate. Personal.

“I just don’t want them to butcher it, Karen…”

“I know. They won’t. You will have ultimate editorial control. I promise. Just, please, write the last chapter and send it to me. How many more words do you think?”

“About eight thousand or so,” I said. This was pretty much true, I knew exactly where the story was heading and how long it would take to get there. The problem was that the last chapter was going to be the most emotionally heart rending to write, which was why I was sort of scared of it.

“Anna, I know you can write eight thousand words in less than a day. Please honey. For me? And you? Once it’s done and sent out you will feel so much better. When you send it to me, I’m coming down there and I’m taking you and Jodie out for a big celebration dinner. Anything and anywhere you want.”

I swallowed and did something I thought I might regret. I made a promise.

“Okay. I promise. I’ll write it today and proof it tomorrow morning. You’ll have it by lunchtime.”

“Pinkie Uzun porno promise?”

Karen is American, hence the odd way to get me to commit.

“Pinkie promise.”

“Okay. I’ll call tomorrow at two if I haven’t got it.”

“Great. Thanks Karen. Love you to bits, you know that.”

I heard a rueful chuckle, “You sometimes have an odd way of showing it, babe. Okay, bye until tomorrow. And say ‘Hi’ to Jodie for me when you see her.”

“I will. Thanks again babe.”

With that I cut the call and put the phone back down on the counter.

‘Right,’ I thought to myself, ‘Get on with it Anna.’

I went through to our bedroom, removed my dressing gown, hanging it on the hook at the back of the door, and now naked, opened the wardrobe to find something to wear. I decided on my V-neck, grey shift blouse. It has dark pink and green flower embroidery down the front and is a little translucent with half length sleeves. I love it because it’s comfortable and slightly revealing, without showing too much. I picked out my plaid skirt which is blocks of blue, red and a grey that matches the top.. It’s cut just above mid-thigh, which Jodie says she prefers on me, usually saying something like, “Gotta show your pins, Posh. One of your best features.”

Posh is short for ‘Posh Bird,’ her pet nickname for me. Mine for her is ‘Cockney Sparrow’ because of her slight London accent.

I smiled at the thought of her as I gathered the clothing and placing the clothes on the bed, I went to my underwear drawer and picked out a matching bra and pantie set in a dark grey that I knew would work perfectly under the blouse.

I had to write my last chapter, which was going to have an erotic culmination for Olivia, so I took a moment to sit on the edge of the bed, closed my eyes and walked through the main scene in my head. As I did this I felt familiar stirrings between my legs. I lay back and let my hand wander down my body, picturing the scene in my head and lightly stroked my clit, which was already quite proudly pushing against its hood.

As my excitement grew I started pressing and rubbing harder and I could feel my orgasm building. I sped up and felt the surge start in my pussy, the warmth spreading from there until suddenly I was cumming, that wonderful feeling of release and lightheadedness whirling around me. I moaned out loud as it ran through me. I love little quickies like that and I knew it would set me up properly for the writing to come.

Once I was rested, I dressed, fixed my hair and makeup, grabbed my laptop and shoulder bag and headed down to the coffee shop.

—

Three hours later, after more coffee than was probably good for me, I had actually written most of the last chapter, sans editing, which was a wonderful feeling. I was now going through my obsessive over analysis of my wording and was now stuck on this weird choice of three sentences

As I’d been writing I’d been aware of an attractive blonde woman who had come in and was sitting at the next table to mine. She was in a bright, multi-coloured summer dress with a predominantly pale orange and green theme. It was about mid-thigh in length I guessed, but since she was sitting it could have ridden up. She looked to be maybe a little younger than my forty years.

After so much coffee I needed the loo so I turned to her and noticed her head turn away quickly in a way that hinted at her being caught watching me.

“Hi,” I said, “Um, look I need to run to the loo. I don’t suppose you could keep an eye on my laptop while I’m away for a few minutes, could you?”

She smiled at me, and I noticed her hazel eyes. I was a little mesmerised for a few seconds as she said, “Sure, go. I’ll keep it safe.”

She had a soft generic American accent. For a horrible, brief, paranoid moment I thought she could be a spy sent by Karen to make sure I was working. I quickly dismissed this and just said, “Thanks. I’ll be right back.”

I got up and went through to the Ladies, ducked into the cubicle, lifted my skirt and dropped my knickers. The after effects of my writing, which always turns me on, was evident. I was wet and tingly, but I really didn’t want to risk doing anything about it right there, so I refocused my thoughts, finished my ablutions, sorted myself out and headed back to my table.

As I approached my seat my heart sank as I realised, with horror, that I’d left my laptop open with those sentences sitting on the screen and this woman, who had only to move her head slightly to see the contents of the screen, was indeed concentrating on the words on the display. I announced my arrival with a quiet cough and she looked up, a blush rushing up her face. I slid as casually but as quickly as I could between the tables and sat back down, hurriedly and probably futilely, closing the laptop lid.

“Thanks.” I said, trying to steer her focus from the laptop.

She smiled, “My pleasure… I, um… I couldn’t help noticing that you’re reading something a little… salacious?”

She Öğrenci porno ‘couldn’t help noticing’? She was reading it! I decided not to make a fuss and just go with the flow.

“Um, yes. Well. Not reading, as such. Writing.”

“You’re writing an erotic story?” she asked in a voice that was a little louder than we both expected.

I looked around. Luckily there weren’t many people close enough to overhear us.

“Yes. Well a book, really. I have to finish it and get it to my Agent by tomorrow or she’s promised to personally come down here and use medieval torture equipment on me until I finish.”

She laughed at that, she had a delightful tinkling laugh, “Wow, you’re an author?”

I shrugged. “Guilty as charged. This is my second book and the publishers are keen to get it out. So am I, but sometimes I have a problem focussing.”

She smiled and blushed slightly, “I’m sorry for being so nosey, it’s a terrible fault but… well, if what I read is anything to go by I can understand why they want you to finish.”

I relaxed a little. She wasn’t judging me.

I realised I’d forgotten my manners, “I’m Anna, by the way,” I held my hand out to shake.

She held hers out, smiled and took my hand in hers. She had a wonderful soft touch that sent a little thrill through me. My nipples crinkled and my pussy tingled a little more.

“I’m Sheila,” she looked me in the eyes. “Nice to meet you Anna. Would I have maybe read or seen your first book in the shops?”

I blushed, “Probably not, at least not here. It’s called ‘Living by Example’ and was only recently published in the U.S. by a small publisher. I presume that’s where you’re from?”

She smiled again, “Also, as you say, guilty as charged, and no I haven’t read it. Yet. I now intend to. I’m from Hawaii and have been here for the past week so I haven’t had the opportunity to see it. Hawaii’s a little different than what you may imagine the U.S. to be.”

“Oh! How wonderful. I’ve never been but it’s a place I would love to visit.” I decided to change the topic, “Can I get you a coffee or something, Sheila? As a ‘thank you’ for looking after my laptop.”

“No, really. Thank you. It was my pleasure, and really I should probably buy you something as an apology for invading your privacy,” and here I was sure there was a very subtle wink, “and besides I’ve had two cups of tea while I’ve been here. More than enough caffeine for me.”

“Well, since I finished writing the last chapter I was thinking about wandering down the road to a little pub for a small celebratory drink. May I buy you one of those?”

“Really? You’ve finished? It looked like you were agonising over something, but yes. I would be honoured to join a famous author to celebrate her completing her second novel.”

It was my turn to laugh, “Hardly famous, but come on. Let’s go.”

I packed up my laptop and Sheila picked up her handbag. We both stood and did the cafe table shuffle to get out. I realised that she was several inches shorter than me, probably about the same height as Jodie.

We both paid our tabs at the till and I led her down the street to Brannigan’s, a regular haunt for Jodie and me on many Friday nights after she finishes work.

We walked in and Dot, a happy fixture behind the bar, greeted me, “Hi Anna. How are you? How’s the book going?”

Everyone here knows about the book.

Dot is in her twenties and from Poland. She has a classic Polish beauty and a wonderful accent that makes both Jodie and I melt when we speak with her. We’ve often said, “If only she wasn’t straight.”

“Believe it or not I just finished and I’ve come here with my new friend Sheila to celebrate.”

Dot got a curious look on her face that I noticed but Sheila may have missed, “Nice to meet you Sheila. What can I get you girls?”

I wasn’t deliberately hiding Jodie’s existence, but I didn’t want to frighten off this beautiful woman only minutes after we’d met so I was a little relieved that Dot hadn’t mentioned her. I wanted to be the one to tell her.

“A large Chardonnay for me, please Dot,” I looked at Sheila, “what would you like?”

“A Chardonnay sounds lovely. The same for me please.”

Dot poured two glasses which I paid for and led Sheila to the slightly raised seating area off to the side of the room where Jodie and I usually gather with our friends.

We sat next to each other on the comfortable soft ring seat at a large round table. Sheila held up her glass, “Here’s to you completing your book. Congratulations, Anna.”

I lifted my glass and the glasses chimed softly in celebration., “Thank you Sheila. It’s nice to have someone to celebrate with.”

We sipped and, after a moment’s hesitation flashed across her face and her eyes darted to my face and to the tables around us, she asked, “May I ask you a personal question?”

Uh oh. She was going ask about what she’d read.

“Uh. Sure. Ask away.”

“I obviously read that little snippet in your book and I wondered if that was you?”

I was confused, “How do you mean?”

“In the scene I was reading.”

“Um. No. It’s the heroine of the book. Olivia.”

“And Olivia is a lesbian?”

I swallowed, “Yes. She is.”

“Are you? I couldn’t help noticing your wedding ring, so I am a little confused.” She saw the look on my face and attempted to backtrack from her query, “Oh god. I’m sorry. I’m being too personal and too nosey again. Please ignore me.”

“No, no. It’s fine. Really. I’m just not used to people being quite so direct.” I smiled, “and yes. I am.”

“And the wedding ring?”

“Isn’t. It’s an engagement ring.”

“Oh. Okay. You’re engaged.”

I was getting a little uncomfortable. It wasn’t clear to me what her position was.

“Um. Yes. To my fiancée. Another woman. Is that a problem?”

She smiled in a half hearted way and looked straight into my eyes, “Yes. It is for me.”

I was captivated and horrified, “You have a problem with lesbians, Sheila? Because if you do…”

She put her hand on my wrist, “No Anna. I don’t. Not the way you may think. I said it was a problem because I am attracted to you.”

The world turned on its head.

“You… you are?”

“Yes, I am. But I know you are in a ‘no go’ area for me and I intend to respect that.”

I needed to say and discover so many things. I started with, “So, you’re what, bi?”

“No Anna. I’m also a lesbian.”

I suppose I should have been paying more attention to pick up on any sign or indication that she may have been interested in me. I flashed back to her turning quickly away when I looked in her direction, smiling and actually staying around after reading a portion of my story, but I was so preoccupied with my book that I wasn’t looking for them.

“You… okay. So let me tell you a little more about myself…”

She smiled, “You can tell me anything you like. I love listening to you.”

I smiled back, “Well. Thank you. You have a delicious accent, by the way. So, I am engaged to a wonderful woman named Jodie. She is away at the moment giving a seminar. She teaches beauty therapy and also owns her own salon. We are a very devoted couple and we love each other very much.”

I saw a little sadness in her eyes when she said, “That is so sweet. I…”

It was my turn to stop her, “There is something else you need to know. We are not against the idea of having someone else in our lives.”

Her beautiful, golden eyebrows shot up, “Oh? In a sort of open relationship sort of way” her curiosity was peaked. “Is this something you’ve done before?”

“No. We haven’t. But we’ve talked about it. A lot.”

She placed her hand back on my wrist, “There is no way I want to come between you and your fiancée Anna. I would never do that.”

I looked at her, wondering if she really could be the one that Jodie and I had been searching for to join us in expanding our lives..

“You would never come between us. Well, unless it was part of a delicious Sheila sandwich.”

I was relieved when she giggled. All the tension disappeared out of the air and we both took a sip of our wines. She looked over at me and I met her eyes again.

I wanted to make one thing clear, I began, “I don’t want you to think that this would be on anything but an equal level. I hate the idea of one person feeling like they’re the gooseberry.”

She raised one of those beautiful eyebrows again, “I take it Gooseberry is like an outsider or unwanted third wheel sort of thing.”

I nodded.

“And Jodie would be okay with this?”, she asked, her hand tightening on mine and looking directly into my eyes for any trace of deception.

“I know her. She will adore you.” there was no deception. Jodie and I had indeed discussed this.

There was a silence for a moment. We both took a sip of our wine, all the while staring into each other’s eyes. I was feeling those tingles doubling and trebling.

Sheila finally broke the silence and in a slightly husky voice asked, “So, Anna. Where do we go from here?”

I smiled. Happy that this woman had come into my life, “How about our house?”

“I would love that. When will Jodie be home?”

I checked the time on my phone, “In about four hours. You’re sure about this? You want to meet her?”

“If she is half as lovely as you, yes I do.” I smiled and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on her lips. We enjoyed a very brief delicate encounter which only hinted at a touch of tongue between us.

It was at this moment that Dot came up and asked if we’d like any more drinks. She also pointedly asked how Jodie was. She’d obviously seen what we were doing and was looking out for her friend. Sheila blushed and her eyes dipped away from Dot.

“She’s great, thank you, Dot. She’ll be back this evening. I can’t wait. Sheila, would you like another drink?”

She smiled and slightly cleared her throat as she returned her eyes back to me and the young waitress at our table, “No, I think one is enough for now, thank you, Anna. I still have a little left.”

“Thanks Dot, we’re good for now.”

Dot smiled curiously and said, “Okay. Well have a great rest of the day you two, and say ‘Hi’ to Jodie for me.” She cocked her head and left.

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Met and Bred by my Biological Dad

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This is how I met my biological father.

I was adopted as a baby. I didn’t meet my bio-Dad until I was eighteen, since I was born in a place where records of the adoptees and their biological parents were sealed until we, the adoptees, become adults. I’m just going to call him Dad from here on out because that’s what I call him in real life. With my adopted father we spoke French all the time, so he was always “père” or “papa”. Never Dad. Mon père was a stick-thin sixty-something academic. Dad was thirty-six and built like a Minotaur.

Dad had me when he was eighteen. He gave me up because he was too young, too broke, and just all around too problematic. But I didn’t know that growing up. Instead, I had this image of my bio-Dad as a hero with the body of a god. Being born way on the other end of the country, it didn’t seem likely I’d learn who he really was anytime soon even after turning eighteen. But then fate stepped in. Without knowing it, Dad ended up settling in a city just two hours away from me, where he worked as a personal trainer.

At first, a personal trainer was all he was to me. See, when Dad got my records and found out where I lived, he wanted to meet me but just wasn’t ready to be confronted with all the emotional baggage that being my bio-Dad involved. It would put him on the back foot from the get go. Better to meet me without me knowing who he was. So, he rang our doorbell and played the visiting salesman. Just a guy selling his professional service. If this scheme sounds wild, well, you don’t know my Dad.

I was the one who answered the door and my first thought on seeing my Dad was fuck me. All personal trainers are hot, but it’s usually all surface. Look a little deeper and they’re just pampered boys who haven’t experienced much of life beyond the gym. This guy, though, looked to me like a real bad boy. I liked the casual but ready-for-anything way he stood, the tatts peeking out of his sleeves, the bit of edginess in his eyes as he scanned for exits even as he smiled and told me in his back-alley lilt how he was drumming up business for his health club. He told me that all he needed was my name, email and phone number and he’d enter me into a raffle for a free one-year gym membership and a weekly training session with him.

I gave Dad what he wanted. What could a body like that do in bed? I wondered, not knowing that getting fucked by that body meant committing incest. As for Dad, well, he was the cagey sort with his own agenda. Instead of telling me the truth, he called to say I’d “won” his fake free raffle. He figured meeting once every weekend for him to train me would be a great way for us to bond before the tiny problem of genetics and the missing eighteen years got in the way. When I apologized, red-faced, for getting a hard-on one day while doing bench presses with him standing over me, he just gave me a sly smile, shrugged, and whispered that I’d already sent him dick pics over Grindr. Apparently, his profile had been one of the hot faceless dudes I’d sent nudes to. “Great,” I thought glumly, “He thinks I’m a slut.” Well, at least I knew now he was at least bi.

Eventually I found myself standing in his motel room just mindlessly staring at his dick. Dad really needed to have said something then. Because by the time I slid off his sweatpants and took his big club-shaped cock into my mouth, I think it was a little late. He warned me before he came, but even so I was surprised. Dad shot a mouthful, then another, and another. It was more than I could take and it dribbled out of my mouth to form stains on the carpet. It wasn’t till later that I’d learn about the supplements Dad added to his protein shakes. They enhanced the size of his loads.

Things progressed from there. I started giving Dad oral after every workout session. Eventually, he started sucking my dick, and then we made out. Why didn’t Dad stop it? Because at the end of the day, Dad wanted me to suck his cock not despite me being his flesh and blood, but because I was. He liked incest. He liked it because it was wrong. From the moment he’d realized I was checking him out he’d decided to let the situation play itself out. Fuck the consequences.

One part thug, other part charlatan, Dad was exactly the kind of man other dads hate out of instinct because guys like that so rarely do the decent thing. He held back only from fucking me, saying that he’d never fucked a client and wanted to keep it that way. What he was really trying to do was keep it casual. But he needn’t have bothered. I was already falling for him. I wanted Dad to fuck me bad, but I got nowhere until I mentioned that I’d already brought lube and condoms.

“You always fuck safe?” he asked. “Never bareback?”

Never, I said.

“You’re a good boy,” he murmured, before revealing in a low voice, “I only fuck raw.” And then he lifted my legs onto his massive shoulders and see-sawed his club of a cock against my crack. If I wanted him to fuck me, he told me, Uzun porno I’d have to let him do it unprotected. “You trust me?” he asked, studying me intently. I did. “Show me.” He licked his lips. Dad wanted me to let him be the first to breed me. “Us guys,” he gave a feral smile, “We always remembered our first bareback fuck.” Truth be told, I was a little scared, but I wasn’t going to disappoint my trainer, or the hottest guy I’d ever met. So when Dad lubed up his cock and slid it into my ass raw all I did was moan. I don’t know if it was because we were barebacking, or because we were related, but it went in slicker and smoother than any cock of that size I’d ever taken. Then he started fucking.

Dad had done the wrong thing, and he knew it. He was balls deep inside his son’s body, teaching me just how good it felt without a condom. Bad lessons from a bad father. As we locked eyes, he shot load after load, with more spunk leaking out my ass with each thrust. At thirty-seven, Dad’s body was in his prime, and he bred me with the energy and skill only an experienced breeder who hits the gym seven times a week can. I swear, if I’d been his daughter rather than his son, Dad would have wanted to impregnated me in that motel. If I’d popped out a kid nine months later, he’d have been right at it again trying to make another. Dad was big on mating and procreating, and the fact that he was fucking the product of one real successful coupling turned him on all the more.

Me, I was clueless. I had no idea, even as I lay underneath the weight of Dad’s body, that I’d inherited the build and sex drive of the man who’d just inseminated me. All I knew was that we shared a connection. And that it felt so fucking good. I came with Dad inside me without even touching myself.

After that, there was no turning back for either of us. Each weekend Dad drove down we’d workout and then, still covered in sweat, we’d fuck raw. Missionary was our favorite position. There was something extra intimate about wrapping my body around a guy who’s almost entirely lean muscle. Then there was seeing my cum splattering his broad pecs and, when he sat up, seeing it catch in each dip in his abs as it dripped down to his crotch.

On my nineteenth’s birthday, mon père bought me a second-hand car and I started driving up to Dad’s place more often. Dad bought me a weight belt and a bunch of other quality equipment. By then I was starting to pack on serious muscle. Dad, I think, took a certain pride in molding me into his perfect fucktoy. And I was proud to be that fucktoy. Pretty soon, I was drinking semen-enhancing protein shakes too.

A few months later, I graduated from our jurisdiction’s equivalent of high school. I went to stay with Dad rent-free for the summer, with my plan being to go to the university in Dad’s city come fall. I’d already applied and been made an offer, but Dad wanted me to put off accepting for another month. He had something special planned on a specific date, and didn’t want me to make a decision until then. It was all a little mysterious, but given that he’d now begun breeding me on a daily basis, I was generally agreeable to whatever Dad had in mind.

The date arrived and I walked out of the shower to see a wrapped box on my nightstand. Dad stood there with a lazy smile on his face, eyeing me up and down. The box was for me, but for later. Cocking his head in the direction of his bedroom, he said he wanted to fuck me first. I was down with that. Closing the distance, Dad tugged my towel loose and let it drop to the floor. His big hands lingered on my ass as we made out. Once we were both naked in his room, Dad pushed me onto his bed and then joined me there. With my ass raised so he could rim me, all I could see was Dad’s thick hairy forearms, and all I felt was the intense wetness of Dad’s tongue probing my sphincter. By the time he entered me his cock was already coated with precum. He made so much of it that we didn’t even bother with lube anymore. A bit of spit was all that was needed to smooth out the friction of skin-to-skin fucking.

At some point, Dad rolled me over onto my stomach and got on top. Sliding in with a grunt, he started driving into my prostate in blunt, controlled assaults, pushing me towards orgasm. When it came to sex, nothing was accidental with Dad. I rarely came unless he wanted me to cum. When I started getting close, Dad casually murmured into my ear, “You know, I knew this girl once. Good girl. Freckles. Pretty eyes. Took her virginity in the parking lot of the auto-shop where I worked. Twenty years ago to the day. You know who the girl was?”

“No,” I croaked. The pleasure was too intense for me to really follow the story.

“Your mother,” Dad grunted.

My head jerked up. “What?”

“You’re my son,” said Dad in a soft, gravelly voice. “Me and your mother, we made you in that parking lot, boy.”

“Like hell you did,” I swore, still horny but also angry. I tried to throw Dad off, but in an instant, he had me pinned beneath his full weight and a headlock. Öğrenci porno I cried out, frustrated and dazed. What the heck was going on?

“Now you listen, Son,” Dad continued, his voice edged in steel, his cock firmly lodged in my ass. “You’ve gotten stronger, but you’re not near strong enough. Now, there are things you need to know, most of which I’m not so proud of, so shut your squirming for a minute and listen!”

I went still and Dad started telling me things. He told me my birth mother’s name, the faraway city I was born in, the things he’d done there, a lot of which was stupid and petty. I learned that I had a half-brother, two years younger, who lived with his mother in that city and who Dad paid child support to. He talked about escaping his old life and building a new one here. A guy I’d met and assumed was just Dad’s work buddy turn out to be something more.

As always, there was a certain flow in the way Dad talked. And the subtle but persistent flexing of Dad’s hips as he gently fucked me almost tempted me to ignore the insanity of what he was implying. It pissed me off that this guy, who now seemed a complete stranger to me, could literally screw a guy in the same breath he was telling his life story. It pissed me off even more that I was still rock hard.

“You’re mad, I can tell,” said Dad. “That’s fair. Guess I should have told you I was your father from the start. But then we’d never have started fucking. I wanted you as soon as I saw you, Son. And I knew you wanted me too. So here we are. I’m not gonna lie. Knowing you’re me son turns me on.” To emphasize the point, Dad loosened his headlock and rammed his cock in hard. I moaned involuntarily. God damn it. God damn my Dad’s raw cock.

“I don’t want this ride to end. But I’m telling you now, because if you’re moving in with me for the long haul, I want no secrets between us. I want to be as much a good father, if you’ll let me, as a good fuck. What you say, Son?”

What could I say? My head was swimming. What kept popping into my mind were the words of my science teacher: “The father’s sperm determines the sex.” This guy fucking me wasn’t just training my body, he’d practically predetermined my physiology based on the cold hard facts of biology. The DNA he’d been pumping into me every time we fucked, well, that was why we were similar in height and why our cheekbones looked alike. Dad was the one who’d set the testosterone levels in my body and made it so I shot semen when I came instead of wet my pussy. Shit, he was probably why I was gay.

It felt like my whole world had shifted. But the only sounds I made were moans. “Fuck boy, you’ve turning into one hot little jock,” rasped Dad. “But you’re body still needs protein, Son. Hold on.”

Dad’s cock, that thing he’d used to plow my mother, was now plowing his teenage kid, hard and fast. I wanted him to fucking breed me already so that I could cum. Flooding me with his semen always set my body off. It was like my body wanted… no, needed permission before releasing its own load. I wondered if that need had something to do with my Dad’s DNA.

“I’ve waited twenty years to mark the day you were conceived, boy, and today’s it.” By his ragged breathing, I could tell Dad was getting close. “I’ve regrets, but making you ain’t one of ’em. Breeding your mum at eighteen let me breed you now.”

I could feel Dad’s cock swell with blood. “Happy Breed-Day, Son!”

Dad bellowed. Our bodies convulsed. His semen ejaculated, then mine. For the first time, I’d been bred while knowing that it was my own Dad’s cum filling me up, that this was incest. But in that instant, I knew I wasn’t going to stop fucking my Dad.

In the days that followed, Dad made himself scarce. He told me he wanted to give me space to process it all. The material evidence of his truth was in the wrapped box he’d left in my room. It had my birth certificate, the adoption documents, the court records. And Dad’s rap sheet. So much for the hero-image I’d had of him since I was a kid. There were also photos of my birth-mother. Apparently I’d inherited her eyes and complexion.

It’d been one revelation after another. But the one thing I pushed back against was the expectation that I accept him as a father-figure in any way, shape, or form. I was nineteen, a grown man. By the way he broke the truth of my paternity — that is, while balls deep in me — it didn’t seem like he saw a difference between me the boytoy and me the son. And that didn’t sit well with me. He couldn’t have it both ways, and I told him so. It would be way too messed up. If I was going to move in, it would be on the understanding that I would never call him Dad and he would never call me Son. We’d be lovers, and that was it.

Surprisingly, Dad just shrugged. Fine by him. And that was it. Or so I thought.

Things settled down. Dad and I went back to fucking and working out together. Come moving day, I gained a new appreciation of how strong he was. I watched him carry my wood-furnished computer desk up two flights of stairs single-handed before breeding me on it. Once school started, he added another twist to our sex-life. Before bed, while his cock was sliding in and out of my ass, he started asking how my day went.

“Fine,” I said the first time, both my hands gripping his biceps as he worked to get me bred.

“No, I wanna know details,” insisted Dad. Then he stopped fucking.

“Alright, details,” I agreed, desperate for him to keep going. And so, I told him about the new profs, the party girl who’d hit on me after class, the archery club I thought might be cool to join… all while getting slow-fucked. Dad, for his part, listened attentively and sometimes chimed in with a revealing personal story or two when he wasn’t grunting from pleasure. Dad’s experiences had given him some uncanny insights into human nature. Gradually, bedtime sex became a special kind of sharing time, and what started off as weird became something I looked forward to. Sometimes, the fucking went on all night.

It was during one of those late-night sessions, while Dad was taking me in the missionary position, that he told a corny joke that prompted me to roll my eyes and groan, “Daaaad!”

With a look of instant triumph, he crowed, “You called me Dad! Now say it again!”

I clamped down, realizing my mistake. I shook my head.

Heaving a sigh, Dad cupped my face. “Look kid, you know I love you. I love you ’cause you’re my hot fucking stud. But — and here’s the part I know you don’t wanna hear — I also love you ’cause you’re my son. You think I’d have bought a fuckbuddy an entire year’s gym membership the first day I met you? You must’ve figured out by now that you didn’t win no free raffle. Or how about driving two hours each way for a year, every goddamn weekend? Heck, if you weren’t my son, we’d never have met in the first place!” I felt a pang of guilt. He wasn’t wrong. He pushed off his knees and onto his toes so that I could clearly see Dad’s bare cock, shiny with precum, sinking into my stretched hole. “You see that? That’s my cock. It’s what made you. This is us being joined in flesh and blood. Incest, boy. Sex with family. We’re family, and if you wanna keep getting bred, I think it time you acknowledged it. So you still want me to breed you?”

“Yeah,” I panted.

“I want you to say it,” he growled.

“I want you to breed me,” I gasped.

“Who am I?” he demanded.

I said his name. A look I recognized as disappointment crossed his face. I hated that look.

He punched me in the shoulder, hard. “Wrong answer. Who am I?”

I hesitated.

He’d stopped fucking and was just looking at me now in a cool, detached way. He punched me again. “Boy, I’m not gonna fucking ask again.”

I squirmed. I hated disappointing him. And I wanted to be bred, bad. Finally, I caved. “Dad,” I blurted out.

All of a sudden, his face broke into a broad grin and he kissed me. “Better. Both parts together now. What you want, Son?”

“I want you to breed me, Dad.” I groaned.

“See, not so hard, is it?” He stuck his tongue into my mouth and started thrusting again. “Nothing wrong with wanting to have my babies, Son,” he rasped. “Now, say it louder.”

I shouted, “Breed me, Dad!” and kept on shouting until he did what we both wanted. With a guttural roar like a gas engine he sent his sperm swimming inside me. What semen didn’t end up soaking my anal walls ended up squirting out my sphincter with every pump of Dad’s still spewing cock. Then, while still covered in the sweat from our fucking, Dad proceeded to scoot down and suck what cum was left in my ass so he could pass it from his mouth to mine. “Protein recapture,” he called it. I swallowed it all. By then I’d already shot my load, but I still had the urge to worship and lick clean Dad’s cock. I gave into it because that’s what I felt it deserved. It was the tool that had given me life. Dad gave a low rumble of satisfaction.

I’d finally come into my own. Where there’d been a naive, clean-living teenager, there was now a well-muscled fuckboy in an incestuous relationship. Bit by bit, Dad had convinced me I’d had it all wrong from the get go. Hero-Dads were invented by sons who didn’t have Dads they could get intimate enough to really know. Whereas my Dad was a warm (and ripped) body in my bed that I could talk to, hold, and make love to every night. I could measure his sacrifices over the past year in all the ways that mattered. What more could a son ask for?

This is how Dad became Dad. From then onward, it was what I called him when it was safe, and even sometimes when it wasn’t. It’s now “Dad!” when dinner is ready, just as it’s “Dad!” when he’s putting a second dose of DNA in my ass. Our little chats during late-night sex went on. Dad always makes my Breed-Day extra special. I filled out some more, though Dad was careful not to let me bulk too much or get tattoos and piercings. These days, I’m just a leaner, cleaner version of Dad, and I like it that way. I think it speaks to the way we’re bound to each other by genetics, animal sexual attraction, and love. Sure, he might not have raised me, but that doesn’t make him any less of a Dad in my eyes. Nor does him being my Dad make him any less fuckable. Dad had been right. He could have it both ways.

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Daddy’s Sunshine Pt. 02

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It’s my 18th birthday today and I was lucky enough to get exactly what I wanted: my Detective Daddy’s fat cock popping my cherry and making my virgin pussy feel too good. Even now, my skin tingles with goosebumps as I think about how hard he fucked into me, how deeply he came inside my needy pussy, and how fantastic it felt to be made a real woman.

“Sunshine, stop it.”

I glance over at my Daddy on the driver’s side of his 2018 Dodge Charger. “What? Stop what?”

He smirks, the engine purring when he stops at a red light. “Thinking about sex.”

I blush to the roots of my hair and glance at him shyly. “How do you know what I’m thinking?”

He chuckles, his hand settling on my thigh and giving it a squeeze. “It’s written all over your face, my beautiful baby girl.” he whispers sexily, his hand smoothing up my thigh toward my core; my pussy and stomach muscles clench in response making him smile. “Your face is flushed, your breathing is rushed, your tender little nipples are pointing through your top, and you keep rubbing your thighs together as if you’re desperate for relief plus you keep licking those thick ass, cock-sucking lips making me hard as a fucking rock in my jeans.”

I gasp at his words, my pussy drenches, and my eyes drop to his crotch; I moan when I see he’s hard for me. “Daddy…” I whisper, my eyes returning to his before he breaks the look to watch the road when the light turns green. I melt into my seat and place my hand over my jeans where my throbbing pussy creams with need. “Does this need ever go away, Daddy?” I whisper and lick my lips, again. “Will I want your cock in me all day, every day?”

He chuckles as he makes a left onto the nearby highway. “It’s new now. You’ll get over it.”

I scoff. “No way.” I swear with a shake of my head. “I’ll want to fuck your cock forever.”

He chuckles, again, then reaches across the armrest to take my hand; he links our hands together and drives that way all the way to the exit closest to the hospital. Once he leaves the highway, he sighs and kisses the knuckles on the hand he’s holding, then he lets it go. “Sunshine…” he begins as he turns down the street where the hospital is located.

I deflate a bit, my shoulders sag. “I know.” I say as he approaches the official entrance and lowers his window. “It’s back to Shayenne now.” I whisper as he reaches into the armrest for his official detective placard to leave in the window once he parks. “Your perfect little girl, polite and shy. No intimacy.” I grumble and cross my arms over my chest. “This sucks.”

“No, you do.” he teases, then bursts out laughing when I gasp. “I’m Detective Soleil from the 6-2 Precinct. I’m going to park in the official bay.” he says to the parking booth clerk, then he shows them his badge, ID, and parking placard. “Thank you.” he says as he receives a parking ticket that he has to leave in the windshield, then he drives toward the official vehicles only area.

“Daddy, that’s not fair.” I pout, then smile when he laughs, again.

“Sunshine…” he warns as he puts the car in park, then rolls up his window and turns the car off. He turns in his seat to face me and examines my face for a few seconds before leaning forward to cup my face tenderly. “What we just shared was better than anything I’ve ever had. Don’t speak.” he warns when I would have cut him off. “I enjoyed every minute of it and desperately want to turn this car around so that we can spend the rest of forever with my cock spreading that tight little pussy apart or filling it with my cum…” he admits with a smirk. “But we have to admit the truth here, Sunshine…it’s illegal. I could get in to a lot of trouble if anyone were to find out and I’m a cop to boot…my life would be ruined.”

“Our lives…” I whisper, my eyes wide.

He nods. “Right. Our lives would be ruined. We have to be careful with this.”

I nod. “I’ll be good.”

“You are definitely that.” he growls, then he leans forward and presses a soft kiss to my lips before releasing me like nothing happened. He climbs from the car, then walks around the back of it to get my door like the gentleman he is. “Enough of that now…” he warns as his eyes survey the empty parking lot; it was stupid of him to risk that kiss, but it’s done. “Behave.”

“Yes, Detective.” I say with a salute, then I move toward the entrance. I shiver with foreboding as I walk into the chilly lobby; I wait for Daddy to appear beside me, then follow him when he walks toward the night receptionist’s desk. I glance at my watch and am surprised to find that it’s almost two in the morning, but smile to myself when I remember how I spent the majority of those hours beneath my Daddy. I sigh contently.

“Knock it off.” Daddy growls in my ear, but he smiles as if he’s thinking the same thoughts. “This way.” he instructs me with a smirk as he walks down a long, empty corridor; he reaches canlı bahis into his hoodie and withdraws his Detective badge so that it now hangs outside of his sweater. “Behave now, please.” he whispers with a quick Fatherly kiss to my temple. “Boss.”

I glance up at the burly man standing to shake my father’s hand; my head tilts as I take him in, this old man with almost-white gray hair, then I glance into the room he’s guarding and see her. “Mom.” I whisper, my eyes wide; I step forward toward the room, then pause to glance up at my father for permission to go inside. I see his nod, then walk into the room; I’m floored by how different this woman on the bed looks and shake my head in disbelief. “Geez, Mom…”

The entire left side of her face is bruised and swollen, her bottom lip is split by a red gash. Her left shoulder and arm are in a cast that is wrapped around most of her chest. I take a careful step closer and am immediately assaulted by the smell of alcohol as well as gasoline. I glance down and see that her left leg is also in a cast and now I shake my head at how much damage she has done to herself; I vow never to touch booze in all of my life and to get my bestie off of it, too.

“Took you long enough.”

I gasp in fright, then turn to see my Mother’s one good eye glaring at me. “What?”

“I said took you long enough.” she mumbles, her jaw barely moving. “Where’s Charleston?”

“He’s…he’s right outside speaking with his boss…” I say softly. “I’ll get him.”

“This is your fault, you know.” she growls when I would have walked away; she waits until I turn back to her with wide eyes. “Yeah. You heard me. All your fault!” she hisses softly, the beeping on the monitor quickening to indicate an increase in her heartbeat. “I was against that damned party. Who needs an 18th birthday party? A simple dinner would have been enough, but no. Not for you. Not for his precious Sunshine. Must pull out all of the stops for her.”

“Mom, please…” I say, my eyes drifting to the monitor as it beeps even faster. “I’ll get Daddy.”

“Daddy.” she scoffs and glares harder with her one eye. “18 years old and still calling him Daddy. It’s disgusting!” she hisses, then she winces as if she had moved something that hurt her. “Don’t you touch me!” she growls, her voice shaky with pain. “Don’t you fucking touch me, you spoiled little brat. It’s your fault I’m in this damned bed. I wouldn’t have had to drink if it weren’t for how upset I was about that damned party. Spoiled little shit!”

The monitor is going haywire at that point.

“Mom, please-” I try, but she cuts me off.

“I hate you!” she cries, tears falling from both eyes despite one being swollen shut.

“LUNA!”

I turn to my Father, my eyes brimming with tears, then I try to run from the room.

Daddy stops me. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” he hisses at his wife as nurses come bustling into the room to check her machines and medication. He waits for the nurse to leave, then glares at his wife. “You drink because you’re a drunk. You’ve always been a drunk, but never this seriously. It has nothing to do with Shayenne!” he growls as he steps closer to the bed.

“Don’t you mean Sunshine?” she spits venomously.

“You’ve needed rehab for years, but I’ve been turning a blind eye to it.” he states matter-of-factly, his eyes narrowed on her face. “You’re laying there banged up from head to toe after nearly killing a baby as well as a family of four in that oncoming car and you’re blaming your daughter for it?” he scoffs with a disbelieving shake of his head. “Shayenne didn’t put the beer in your hand or the fucking whiskey shooters in your beers!”

“If you didn’t spoil her, I wouldn’t be so damned unhappy that I need to drink!” she growls back.

He shakes his head, his face full of disgust. “Did it ever occur to you that I spoil her the way that I do because I have to make up for the way her mother mistreats her?” he explains, all of the anger gone from his voice. He examines his wife from head to toe just like I did. “Look at you, Luna. So jealous of your own daughter that you drank yourself stupid and now look at you. Broken arm, dislocated shoulder, broken ribs, broken thigh bone, and broken shin bone…” he lists off her ailments with another shake of his head. “And to top it off, there’s not a damned thing I can do about how much trouble you’re in now.”

She pales, her heartbeat taking off, again. “What do you mean?”

“You drove drunk, Luna!” he hisses, then glances over his shoulder at the officers gathered there; the paid detail making sure his wife, their prisoner, can’t escape. He turns back to lock gazes with his wife’s one wide eye. “You tested at double the legal limit and caused a near fatal car accident; you broke a kid’s arm, Luna. Busted another kid’s eye and totaled the car that hit you because you were driving on the wrong side of the road. I can’t get you out of this one!”

“I want to go home, Charleston.” she betwoon whispers worriedly, her heart rate going nuts.

He shakes his head. “There’s nothing I can do about that, Luna.” he states firmly and shakes his head, but then he runs his hand through his hair in frustration. “You fucked up royally this time. I could work forty years on the force and still not have enough clout to get you out of this. Face it now. You’re here for a few days and then they will take you to central booking.”

“No!” she shouts, her voice gritty. “I want to go home, Charleston! Take me home!”

“I can’t!” he shouts back. “You’re in too much trouble this time!”

I’ve had enough. “Daddy.” I warn and drape my arm across his midriff to pull him away.

“Don’t leave me here, Charleston!” she pleads hysterically. “Shayenne, don’t leave me here!”

A nurse hurries in carrying a needle full of some clear liquid.

“I’m sorry, Mom.” I call to her, then pull my father out of the room toward the other officers. “Daddy, calm down.” I command him, though I’m shaken by the entire exchange; I never liked my mother as soon as I was old enough to understand that she was an alcoholic, but that didn’t mean that I wanted her in that bed hurting or that I wanted her locked up for more than a night.

I gasp when my daddy pulls me to him and hugs me tightly, but then I hug him back.

“Detective?”

Daddy releases me instantly and I’m immediately cold, again; like when he had pulled away from me in the bed after we had fucked. I glance up at him, watch his face as we hear words like “two injured minors” and “kid on oxygen.” I watch my Daddy switch from emotionally distraught Husband and Father to full-blown Detective mode, detached and unfeeling.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I must have because suddenly Daddy is shaking my shoulder. I blink a few times before my eyes clear enough to recognize his face; I look around and can see through a bunch of small windows up near the ceiling that it’s morning. I look back at Daddy and accept the cup of coffee from him; I want to ask him if he’s okay, but he’s already back with his co-workers. I glance toward Mom’s bed and find her still sedated; I sip my coffee.

“Ready to head home, Sunshine?” Daddy asks a few minutes later.

I glance up at him, my back stiff from sleeping on a pleather loveseat. “What about-”

“I’ve been ordered to stay away until transport date.” he explains through clenched teeth. “Apparently I aggravate your Mother to the point where she popped a stitch, or some shit, so Sarg asked me to stay away for a few days to give her time to heal.” he continues, then he rubs his tired eyes before glancing down at me. “Finish up your coffee. I need sleep.”

I nod, chug the last of the warm brew, then toss the cup in the trash and follow Daddy toward the exit. I wave goodbye to his co-workers, some of which I recognize from some of Daddy’s work events and patrols, then I rush to match my father’s almost angry stride; I know better than to say anything to him, but immediately miss our closeness.

Not as the woman who gave him her virginity, but as the little girl who loves her Daddy.

In the car, he’s still silent and so am I. The entire ride home through bumper-to-bumper rush hour traffic, not a word is spoken; not even the radio is turned on. It’s complete silence the whole half hour ride home, then he’s pulling into the garage and turning off the car.

I feel like ants are crawling along my skin, I’m so on edge; I don’t even wait for him to get my door, but I exit the car when he does and we head inside the house together. I lock the door as he heads straight for the stairs; I follow behind him, but he’s already in his bedroom. I pout, but head toward mine only to freeze when I see my bestie still knocked out and snoring on my bed.

I roll my eyes, head to my dresser for a clean pair of pajamas, then close the door and head to the bathroom; my back is so sore from that rock-hard couch I slept on, maybe from the first bout of sex I’ve ever had, that I’m going to take another hot shower. In the bathroom, I run the water and strip; I wince when there’s tenderness between my legs and again when my ab muscles feel sore. I smile proudly at why I feel these pains, then sigh when I feel a pang of loss.

Daddy didn’t even look at me once the whole way home.

I climb into the tub, the hot water instantly making me moan in pleasure. I lean my forehead against the cold tile, the heat pouring down my back along my aching muscles. I stretch my neck to release the tense muscles there and gasp when I feel hands on me; I turn to glance over my shoulder and see my daddy standing there massaging my shoulders. I hadn’t even seen or heard the curtain move; but I smile at him, close my eyes, and rest my forehead against the tiles, again.

“So tense, Sunshine…” he whispers, his hands really digging in to my shoulder muscles in an attempt to get them to relax. He leans betwild forward, his chest pressing to my back and his lips at my ear. “I know how to fix that.” he whispers hotly, then licks my earlobe before sucking it into his hot mouth and bites down on it softly.

I gasp, then shiver and moan before resting my body against his. “You do?”

His hands drift down my biceps, then beneath them to my ribs before he reaches forward to cup my breasts. He lifts my tits in his palms, then pinches my nipples. “Yeah, baby girl. I sure do.” he growls, then he steps forward to press his already stiffened cock against the crack of my ass. “I have the perfect fix, Sunshine, now spread for Daddy.”

I whimper, then spread my legs for him.

Daddy reaches between us and then I feel the tip of his cock rubbing at my aching pussy.

“Oh, Daddy…” I whisper when I feel his cock easing into my still swollen cunt hole. I take my lower lip between my teeth to keep from wincing at the spreading of still-tender inner muscles as he slides deeper and deeper into my newly-fucked core; my pussy canal pulses and creams despite the pain as I bend a bit at the waist to allow him easier access to penetrating me.

“So tight, Sunshine…you’re so fucking tight…” he moans, his lips pressing to my neck.

I shove my pussy down onto his length and moan, again.

The bathroom door suddenly bangs open and we both freeze. The sound of the toilet seat being put back down echoes around us a moment before the sound of someone using the toilet echoes around us. There’s a loud moan and a cough before the sink is turned on.

I wince as Daddy pulls his cock from my pussy and then he moves to the far side of the tub; the dark shower curtain hides him as I move to the edge to peek. “Hey, McKenzie.” I squeak, then clear my throat as I watch her chug a glass of water. “Kenzie?” I call, again, a bit louder.

McKenzie winces and waves her left hand in the air as if slap my words away. “Hush.” she whispers as she continues to use the bathroom while refilling her glass of water from the running sink. She moans, rubs her temple, then chugs the full glass of water down in three gulps. “Can you turn the shower off until I’m done peeing, please?” she moans as she, again, rubs her temples. “It’s so loud…” she moans as she reaches to refill her glass, again.

I bite my lower lip and reach for the knob to turn it off, then glance back at my bestie. “Kenz-”

“No, no, no…” she moans and puts the glass down, then reaches for the toilet paper. “Too much noise…” she whispers, her eyes still closed. She finishes using the bathroom, flushes, moans, then washes her hands. “Pills…” she hisses, then opens only one eye to access my medicine cabinet; she reaches for the pain killers and refills her glass, takes the pills, then puts them back. “Night…” she whispers, then wipes the back of her hand across her water-wet lips.

I watch her leave before hearing my bedroom door close; I almost scream when I feel my Daddy’s arms wrap around me from behind and feel his mouth at my ear. My heart takes flight in my chest, my eyes wide with the same surprise of almost getting caught.

“That was fucking hot.” Daddy growls, his tongue licking up the column of my neck.

I giggle softly, then turn to him. “What was?” I whisper carefully.

“Almost getting caught, Sunshine…my dick is so hard.” he growls and rubs it against my hip.

I smirk at him and reach down to grasp his thickness. “Daddy, you’re so naughty.”

“Let’s go to bed, Baby…I need you.” he moans as he rubs his cock through my hand, again.

My eyes widen. “But, Daddy…what about McKenzie?” I gasp softly, quietly.

Daddy just smiles in a way that makes my pussy muscles clench. “You’ll just have to be quiet.” he commands as he reaches down to caress my ass before he pulls the shower curtain open. He steps from the shower and reaches for a towel, then he hurriedly dries off before passing it to me. He watches through eyes dilated with desire as I dry off, then he extends his hand to me; he helps me from the tub, then we sneak into the hallway and listen for a few seconds. Once he’s sure that we’re clear, he pulls me along the hallway toward his bedroom; he yanks me inside, closes the door, and locks eyes with me as he clicks the lock into place.

My heart takes off in my chest and I lick my lips, my pussy creaming with need. “Daddy…”

He moans, then leans forward to claim my lips; he presses his rock hard erection against my stomach as his tongue dances with mine. “I need to be inside you, Sunshine.” he growls against my lips, his hands gripping roughly at my naked hips; his hands sweep backward to squeeze my ass, then he’s lifting me against him. “Take me inside you, baby girl.”

I reach between us and take hold of his rock hard dick, the tip moist with need. I rub my thumb across his leaking cockhead, then stroke down his length as he positions his body closer to mine. “I want you, too, Daddy…” I whimper, then aim him at my dripping opening; I don’t care that I’m swollen and tender, either. I want this. I want my Daddy to fuck me, again. I gasp when he thrusts in, his entire length sinking straight into my core. “Daddy.” I whimper.

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People in this story are all over 18. This is a work of fiction.
This is part 4.

10

We had sex two or three times a day for the next three weeks. I won’t go into every detail of the rough handling my son has put me through. Sometimes I can’t walk to the bathroom without him grabbing me and pulling me to the floor. Since I allow it, and do enjoy it, I let him.

Sometimes he’s quick and pushes his dick, dry into me. He’ll ravage me with great, generous strokes until I’m numb and sweating. Sometimes he pushes me down on my knees and whips his cock out in my face. He won’t let me taste him until I beg for it. On occasion he’ll throw me over a piece of furniture and tear aside whatever I’m wearing just enough to pound me doggy style. We’ve broken furniture, yes we have. Once in a while he’ll just call my name and be available. Laying on something; naked, or close to it.

“Mom,” barely a touch of sound and my skin raises goose bumps.

I would go into the room and he’d be on his bed in clean sheets draped in sunlight. I would peel back his covers to reveal his tender body. I would kiss tenderly until I found a spot I liked. Then I would suck and suck until he was quiet. His heavy hand left resting on my head, maybe stroking my hair; caressing my head or my face. My head resting on his bare hip, arm draped over his legs and holding him.

The sex was changing me, because it was so wonderful in every way. But when it ended I began to close off emotionally. It was getting harder to open up, in fact. When I was alone I would become deeply depressed. A sinking feeling of despair washed through me. For all the joy we had, there was something terrible with what we were doing and I couldn’t shake that. As the revulsion took me over, I got so that I stopped enjoying everything. Even fucking him wasn’t enough to pull me out of my pit.

I do enjoy pleasing him though; on some level anyway. But I couldn’t release any more. We had sex for 4 days and I didn’t have an orgasm. My despair grew until I couldn’t hide it.

“What’s wrong mom?” he asked while we were in bed.

“Dear, I can’t say, I think…,” I started to sob, “I think I’m a horrible person. I’ve become a monster for doing this to you!”

He tried to tell me I wasn’t horrible, that he loved me, and we talked for a while but it didn’t stop me from feeling horrible. We stopped having sex altogether after that.

11

Three days later we had a fight. Things have been tense lately. I know I’m responsible for my own mood swings but damn it all, he’s not going Uzun porno to treat me like this in my house. The fight got out of control this time; normally we just yell and walk away. This time I punched him in his chest as hard as I could.

That son of a bitch laughed at me. I hit him again! And I hit him again! I threw my fists at him until my arms were tired. Then I screamed at him! All of my rage, weeks of angst were unloading on him and he just laughed at me. The nerve… the gall! So, I picked up his guitar and smashed it.

“Is that funny?” I shouted, “Is that fucking funny!?”

“Jesus Christ, lady, now I’m gonna whip your ass.”

And I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to roll up his big fist and lay me flat for all the shit I’ve done to him. He pulled back his arm and I closed my eyes. Sweet oblivion, my catharsis; I put my chin up and waited for penance.

I waited, but the punch never happened. He just grabbed me by my arm and put me sideways over his knees.

“What the fuck?”

He pulled down my pants, and my panties and he spanked my ass! Good too! His hand hit me with a SLAP! Dynamic, like thunder; he would wait about two seconds and SLAP it again!

“OW! Stop, that fucking hurts asshole!”

“Oh no, you were asking for this,” He said in his calm voice, “This hurts me more than it does to you.”

I waved my hands to stop him and he dodged them. He smacked my ass again; it had to be red by now. I kicked and he didn’t stop. I screamed and he didn’t stop. He just kept laying me up until I was crying, and my ass was red and he spanked my jiggling ass cheeks on the red spots. Smack, smack, SMACK! I was limp across his knees and trying not to cry but sobbing all the same.

When he said he was done I got up slowly, and limped to my room. I cried the whole way. Fuck did it hurt, but to be honest I think I needed it. I didn’t feel sad anymore. I was mad. I was in pain. But that horrible gloom just wasn’t there. I felt better.

12

A little after dark he opened the door, “you awake?”

“Yes.”

“How do you feel?”

“It hurts.”

“Let me see.”

I obeyed my son and showed him. I rolled onto my belly and pulled my panties down. “Ouch, well, don’t fuck with me anymore and I won’t have to do this again. Now I’m going to kiss it and make it all better.”

It was sweet. He put his face to my cheeks and kissed one side softly. He moved to the other side and kissed it just as gentle. He moved between my cheeks and put his lips on my asshole. I was Öğrenci porno not ready for that!

“Oh! What, what are you doing… hey?”

“Shhhh.”

And he began to kiss and lick at my ass. Not deep, but steady. No one has done this and I can’t say that I liked it. Not at first; but the smooth licking and tender kissing were starting to ignite something deep inside of me.

He wouldn’t just lick me; he would sometimes press the tips of his fingers just barely inside. Almost penetrating me, but he never did. I tried to relax but it drove me wild as he ate my ass and I could feel myself really getting worked up like I haven’t in weeks.

He stopped, gave me a final kiss and left. I didn’t move, I seriously thought he was done but he was just getting started. He came back into my room and pressed his legs between my legs. I willingly complied and spread my legs wide for my son. I felt the tip of his hard monster pressing at my tiny back door. It was insistent and hard like a fist.

No one has done this to me. No man has fucked me in my ass and as it was happening I almost wanted it. I almost felt ready but my body wasn’t prepared for my son’s thick cock. He pushed and I could feel his meaty head bending up, and then down.

“Stop. Stop, it won’t fit. It won’t fit,” I was panicking.

“Shhh, it’ll fit,” he placed his hand on my shoulder.

Every attempt made me climb up the bed, away from him just a little. I wanted to stay still and to make him happy like I promised but I didn’t want to hurt. And then, he found the spot and my body just accepted him. He entered me, just the tippy tip. I stopped breathing and looked back. Wide eyed at this new sensation. The clock was ticking and the A/C was on. He was breathing above me, patiently waiting for me to dilate.

I reached my hand back and touched his stomach and he inched forward, smoothly into my ass.

“YAHHH!”

The pain was searing. It was exquisite. I didn’t know what to do so I pushed back and he pushed forward and I moaned. A deep, cavernous sound escaped me. My mouth was left silently open in shock. His entire head was inside of me. I was sweating and quiet, breathing shallow breaths. Tears were running down my cheek. I laid there waiting for more, waiting only for a beast to take me.

He pushed his flesh into me again. This intruder became more and more accustomed to my body. He pushed halfway, more than half way and it stopped. With inches to go, he couldn’t fit any more of my son inside of my ass.

He pulled out, and I shivered. I sobbed a cry. The pain was too much, but only because it was just too sensitive. His hips were a piston, making me love him with generous strokes. His rigid flesh was thick and unforgiving; my son was fucking me up my ass. He was capturing his prize.

My sobs turned to moans as I clawed at the bed. He picked up speed and I bit my knuckle. I spoke in tongues as he ripped at my ass until he pushed every inch of himself inside of me, his balls slapped my body. He possessed me. I was his mother and his prize; he was my son and my master. I was bewitched by his tumescence and falling in love with him in a new, patient, obedient way.

“Your ass is so fucking tight mom.”

The voice of a god! His words ripped through me like electricity; racing through my body making me come like wild fire. With nothing prompting an orgasm inside my vagina the sensation tore through my entire body looking for the source. I screamed! I didn’t know what to do. He started to fuck me. My eyes rolled around wildly. My son took me like a savage and made me his primal mate.

My pussy clamped violently. My ass clenched on his dick until it just couldn’t. I was broken, tamed to his size now and could no longer resist him.

I was consumed in this moment, suspended in pain and pleasure. I could only allow him take what was rightfully his. I lay there like a bitch dog with my legs splayed and my mouth open, panting, and letting my son rail his cock into my ass; to use me as he saw fit. I could only receive his thick shaft and bask in my delirium. It was a fever dream of carnal passion.

His pace sped up and I reached back to feel him, and time was so distorted. I felt like I was drugged. I pushed my ass to meet his strokes and we danced until he launched hot streams of come inside me, rail after rail of torrid come coated my insides. My son’s breath hot on my neck he thrust and thrust and rested. Panting he lay on top of me, his body was hot against my fleshy ass.

We stayed on top of each other. I could only wait until my man wanted to move. He eventually got up and washed himself and left me tingling and in a daze.

When he came back in he was a different person, stronger. I looked at him with doe eyes and wanted to hold him. He sat on the bed and I curled into his lap. His strong body supporting me I felt so safe.

We talked for about 20 minutes. When I fell asleep I dreamed of wild horses charging on through endless pasture.

13

I didn’t walk the same the next day. For one, he beat the hell out of my ass, but even more I felt like my whole body was looser. I felt like I was becoming a new woman. He said I had a new wiggle to my walk and that he liked it. He was so adorable. I don’t know what I’d do without him.

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Walid graduated as a student in the engineering faculty at Cairo University and went to London for postgraduate studies where he did very well. He was headhunted by a very large company and found himself in a good position with a good income. The only thing missing in his life was a wife. He sent a message back to his family to try and find him a nice wife, preferably with a good dowry. The family put out feelers to some marriage brokers and they soon found a very nice candidate. Ameera had shown little interest in other prospective husbands but hesitated when she saw Walid’s photo. He looked kind and gentle and was very handsome and her heart melted just a fraction.

Her mother was petrified that if Ameera rejected too many more offers, that at 20 she would not get any more and would remain unmarried and pushed her into accepting. Well educated and attractive, she spoke English and seemed very happy at the prospect of living in London. The marriage broker who was involved in finding her, knew that she was very shy and very uncomfortable in the presence of men and possibly not suitable but the enticement of a one percent commission on the dowry was enough to change his mind. The dowry was large. She would be suitable.

Walid saw her photographs and spoke to her on the phone and on the basis of the recommendation flew back to Cairo to get married and after a big ceremony and celebration, took his bride to the hotel hoping to consummate the marriage. He was to be disappointed. Ameera said that she was very tired and wanted to go to sleep and that when they got to London the following day they would continue.

On the plane flying back to London with his new virgin bride sitting next to him, Walid could not stop himself from playing scenarios of what would happen when he got Ameera into bed and prepared to make love to her. All of his notions were playbacks of scenes that he had been watching on porn. He would undress her and reveal her breasts. He knew they were large. You could see that through her clothing. He would take her panties off — would she be wearing any? He would look at her body and look at her pussy. He knew she would have a hairy pussy — Egyptian girls didn’t shave. Would it be very hairy or just a neat triangle?

Then he would rub her clitoris and spread her legs wide and spread her lips revealing the entrance to her vagina. He would rub the tip of his erect cock up and down her slit touching her clitoris and then he would push it slowly into her vagina and break her hymen and then he would move and come inside her. He played this scenario over and over in his mind making it very uncomfortable sitting in his seat with an erection that would not go away. He had to put a newspaper in his lap to hide it from Ameera. Would she even know what it was? He would soon enough find out.

Ameera was also deep in thought, worried about the forced entry of an unwelcome object into her vagina. She knew nothing about sex. Nothing. She just knew that Walid had a penis between his legs that he was going to try and insert into her hole down there. She froze at the thought of it. Her knees locked up, even in the plane. She had no idea how this situation was going to be resolved. She even wondered whether she should have agreed to get married but once the wheels were in motion she seemed powerless to call halt. It was too late now.

They went to his apartment and he hoped that they would make love but it was then that he found Ameera was extremely shy and would not even get undressed in front of him and insisted on being in a dark room without lights. Worse was to come. Ameera allowed him to remove her clothes and allowed him to fondle her breast but would not open her legs.

When Walid asked what the problem was, she said she said that she was just very shy and afraid that he would hurt her and that she could not make love. Walid tried but eventually gave up. This went on for weeks until Walid’s sister asked if his wife was pregnant and he explained the situation. Walid’s sister quietly asked around and came across a couple with experience at solving this type of problem. Jerry and Nicole had been together for a while as a team and they enjoyed being involved with other people’s lives and solving their sex problems. Jerry was a psychologist and Nicole was a psychiatric nurse and they just loved what they did together. They did it for fun and not as a living.

One of the advantages of dealing with Jerry and Nicole was that they were not registered and that they did not charge and that there would be no forms to fill out. No records anywhere. They had not registered because they did not want to be bound by the ethics of the official society which they found very restricting. They also were happy to be surrogates which meant that they could be involved in physical intimacy with the patients which also had another set of ethics and rules. They felt that they could be more helpful to the patient if they followed their instincts. They had certainly been very deneme bonusu veren siteler successful and had gained a good reputation in certain circles.

They came to Walid’s apartment for a preliminary session to find out exactly what the problem was. They asked Ameera what it was and she explained in her own words that she knew very little about sex and that she was very frightened. She thought that the problem might stem from a conversation she heard when she was very little about her mother’s sister having a painful marriage. The very thought that Walid might push his penis into her made her become very tight. She felt powerless to open her legs. Jerry and Nicole looked at each other. It was very clearly a case of vaginismus, which was very common in Muslim countries but in other countries such as Ireland as well.

Vaginismus was a condition where the muscles surrounding the vagina clenched and would not allow penetration of anything at all. The usual treatment was to go to a doctor and be referred to some specialists who used vaginal trainers or dilators which were slowly increased in size to train the vagina to get used to penetration. Jerry and Nicole thought that this situation with Ameera required a different solution because she was so unwilling to open her legs and even allow Walid’s penis to get close to her vagina. They believed that each situation was different and the woman should not be treated in isolation but in conjunction with the husband.

Jerry and Nicole decided on a plan of action which they had done before. It involved a few steps and had been very successful.

•Nicole would initiate a discussion with Ameera about sex and her body and how sex could be the source of great pleasure.

•get Ameera to relax and associate pleasure with sex

•get Ameera to associate sexual pleasure with penetration

•get Ameera to allow penetration of ever larger diameter rods into her vagina

•get Ameera to associate penetration with a rod with an orgasm

•substitute Walid for the rod. Problem solved.

Nicole said,” I want to have a quick talk with Ameera. I need to explain a few things to her about what will happen. You two can have a cup of coffee.”

“Ameera. Am I right to assume that you have never had any sex education lessons?”

“Nothing. My mother couldn’t talk about it and so I really don’t know anything.”

“Have you ever played with yourself?”

“Never. Good Egyptian girls are told not to do that.”

“Alright. I need to know that you want to solve this problem. Is that correct?”

“Yes. I know that if we want to have children we have to make love.”

“Okay I’m going to quickly show you this book and we can go through the diagrams and you can see what’s going to happen. What we have to do is get you to relax at the idea that something is going to go inside your vagina. We use are some special rods. We start off small about 1 cm diameter and they get bigger and bigger until you get accustomed to the idea that something large is going to go into your vagina. We will do it gradually and it won’t hurt. Are you happy with that?”

“Yes. Can you show me a picture of what a vagina looks like? I’ve never seen one.”

“Sure. Here it is. It’s all closed up and when you get aroused it becomes very moist and lubricated to allow Walid’s penis to slide in and out. Most women get a lot of pleasure when they are making love and if we do this right, you will too.”

“Well I hope so.”

“Okay. It’s time to go into the bedroom and your session can start.”

It was important not to fall foul of the law and so they required written assent to the treatment and that Ameera and Walid had volunteered for the treatment and that there would be no payment.

Nicole said, “I want you both to come into the bedroom and turn off the light so that Ameera is comfortable and will not be shy. Ameera, Walid will undress you and will play with your breasts and his hand will rub your tummy while I do something else.”

“Is that okay? “

“Yes”

They proceeded into the bedroom and Walid undressed Ameera completely and made her lie on the bed. Nicole guided Walid’s hands to her breasts and tummy while she ran her fingers through Ameera’s pubic hair and up and down the top of her legs. All the time Nicole intoned the words softly to Ameera, “relax, relax, relax.”

Then she put some oil on her finger and slipped it into Ameera’s slit and massaged her clitoris gently. She held Ameera’s hand with her other hand and squeezed it from time to time. Meanwhile her finger slid up and down Ameera’s clitoris and moved the hood back and forth until she could feel the shaft of her clitoris getting harder. When Nicole thought Ameera had relaxed enough she produced a high-intensity vibrator with a very narrow tip which she inserted into the top of Ameera’s vulva making sure that it touched her clitoris. She knew it would take some time to get a reaction. It always did.

Ameera onwin was surprised by the noise as much as anything else but the effect of the vibrations on her clitoris was even more surprising. Nerve endings which had lain dormant for years suddenly became charged with electricity and sent messages along neural pathways which opened like a torrent in flood. At first Ameera tried to resist the pleasure sensations which were growing and growing but the continuous advice to relax eventually worked and she could sense that the growing pleasure of what was happening to her would lead to an explosion of some sort.

Nicole knew what would happen — she had seen it happen many times before. There would be silence and it would seem as if nothing was happening and all of a sudden the patient would have an almighty orgasm. Nobody had ever been able to resist the power of the vibrator.

And so it happened. Ameera was lying prone enjoying her husband’s hands on her breasts and tummy and all of a sudden, almost without warning, the orgasm hit. Her control over her body was momentarily lost as the spasms caused her body to buck and her legs to open involuntarily. Nicole was waiting for this moment and plunged the palm of her hand down over Ameera’s vulva and inserted her middle finger just a little way into her vagina and moved it. She held still for a moment so that Ameera would get used to it and then deftly removed her finger and inserted a dilating rod about 1 cm in diameter into her vagina and waited until Ameera had calmed down.

“Did you enjoy that?”

“It was so strange. It was good. I never felt anything like that before. “

“Can you feel something inside you? “

“Yes.”

“Is it hurting?”

“No.”

“You just had an orgasm. Would you like another one?

“Yes.”

Nicole applied the vibrator to her clitoris again and moved the rod in and out at the same time until Ameera had a second orgasm in a much shorter time.

“Was that good?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. That’s enough for tonight. We will come back tomorrow night. Ameera, you can practise using the rod tomorrow. Walid, you are not to touch Ameera tonight. Okay?”

In bed that night, while Walid slept beside her, Ameera quietly slipped her finger between her lips and touched her clitoris for the first time ever with the intention of pleasuring herself. She reassured herself that it was enjoyable and wondered why she had listened to those voices around her who had told her not to do it. Where was the harm? As it grew harder she could feel herself becoming very wet where the rod was moving in and out. She knew she had to stop before she had an orgasm and woke Walid. Bring on the morning when he had gone to work.

The next morning when Walid had gone to work and she was alone, Ameera took out the rod and looked at it. She was going to do what she was told. She looked at the book carefully and at the diagrams showing her internal organs and the external bits. There was a whole new world at her fingertips. She looked at the picture of the penis and looked at the diagram. It didn’t seem to fit. But it must. Did Walid know she looked like this?

The first thing she had to do was see exactly what she looked like between her legs. She lay down on her back and holding a mirror in one hand, she separated her lips with the other hand and looked at the pink flesh between them. It had never occurred to her that her curly hair went all the way down there and framed the pink. She touched her clitoris again and poked around with the rod until it was at the entrance to her vagina. She pushed it in as far as it would go and touched something deep inside her. She gathered some moisture on the tip of her finger and began to rub her clitoris until she had an orgasm. Was she supposed to stop now or keep doing it? She stopped and got out of bed and went about her daily routine. After an hour she had to have a repeat and then stop and have lunch. And then after an hour she had to start again.

The evil spell that had made her reject Walid’s penis had gone forever.

That night both Walid and Ameera were looking forward to the knock on the door. Ameera welcomed in Nicole and Jerry.

Nicole said,” Tonight we going to do almost the same as last night only we going to use a slightly larger dilator to make sure that Ameera gets used to something bigger in her vagina. Everybody happy with that?”

“Yes.”

Nicole said, “Good. I’m going into the other room with Walid while Jerry goes with Ameera.”

Jerry and Ameera went into the dark bedroom by themselves. The idea was to get Ameera used to the idea of a man using the vibrator and pushing the dilator in. It took much less time this time before Ameera jerked her body and opened her thighs for Jerry to apply the palm of his hand to her open vulva and slip his middle finger into her vagina. He intoned the same words as Nicole, ‘relax, relax, relax’. It was important that Ameera got used yatırımsız bonus to not clenching the muscles around her vagina and allowed the dilator to move freely. Jerry was able to push in a 2 cm diameter dilator this time. Ameera noticed it, but it wasn’t uncomfortable and when Jerry rotated it and moved in and out she could feel how good it was.

Jerry continued to apply the vibrator and used his finger as well and Ameera had another orgasm with the dilator moving inside her. She felt good. Jerry wanted to make sure that she did not become addicted to the vibrator and started to diddle her clitoris with great skill. Still moving the dilator Ameera had her third orgasm. She was doing very well.

While all this was happening, Nicole walked with Walid into the other bedroom and said, “We think Ameera is doing very well and it’s very important that when your moment comes, that you know what to do and I’m going to show you now. ”

She signalled to Walid to take his clothes off and as he did so, she took her own off. Walid was very hesitant. Would Nicole approve of the size of his dick? Was it long enough? Would it matter that he had been circumcised? It was dark. She was pale. What would she think if it was short and soft? What would she think if it was long and hard?

His train of thought was rudely interrupted when Nicole placed her thumb under the tip of his flaccid dick and he watched as it grew hard in her hand.

“You have a long, hard dick and you will make Ameera very happy.”

Walid had never seen a naked woman before and his eyes took her in bit by bit. Nicole had nice breasts but they were smaller than Ameera’s and there was no hair on her pussy. Were all women the same?

“We have to get you used to what Ameera looks like down below and make sure that you know what to do.”

Nicole lay on the bed and opened her legs and separated the lips revealing her prominent clitoris.

Pointing at it she said,” Ameera’s got one just like this and you need to rub it and stimulate it to make sure that she gets wet so that you can slide in easily. I want you to rub me just there and I want you to see how I get wet after a little while. After that I want you to lick me with your tongue and maybe some soft nibbles with your lips and tongue but don’t bite me with your teeth. Let’s do that for a while.”

Walid enjoyed this exercise and with a little bit of guidance brought Nicole to a huge orgasm. Her thighs gripped his head and kept it in place and he kept licking until she could take it no more and pulled his head away.

“Did you like that?”

“I like it. I like it very much and the taste and smell are wonderful.”

“Make sure you do it to Ameera very often and she will love you forever.”

“Do you think she will let me?”

“Try it once and you will see. Now I want you to imagine that you are with Ameera and I want you to get between my legs and position your penis so that it slips into my vagina. I don’t want you to push it in — I just want you to be ready and when you’re with Ameera, I want you to push it right in. You need to get used to positioning your legs between her knees so that you can line up your dick with her vagina. I just need you to get your legs in position between her thighs so that you will be able to push your penis into her vagina. Once you’ve done that I want you to kiss her really passionately and then just move in and out. You will lose control and come inside and she’ll enjoy that.”

“How does that sound?”

“Great.”

Nicole could not resist the temptation. For her the best part of what they did was the opportunity to play with a man’s hard dick. She thought she could remember every one she had ever touched. Her hand reached out to hold Walid’s seriously hard, erect penis again.

“Walid. You have one of the straightest, hardest dicks I have ever felt. Ameera is a lucky girl.”

Nicole knew that there was the possibility of a blow to Walid’s self-esteem at the thought that his dick could not deflower his own wife. He needed a boost to his confidence.

Walid was a very good student and in a few minutes he was well prepared for the next step. Nicole didn’t tell him but she was also trying to calculate from the shape of his erect penis which was the best shaped dildo in her collection to use for the final training session with Ameera. Nicole knew exactly which one she would use the following night.

“That’s enough for tonight. We’ll come again tomorrow.”

Nicole and Jerry thought that tonight could be the final night and that Walid and Ameera would make love for the first time. It was obvious that Ameera was progressing much faster than expected. Normally it took quite a few days but it must have been the association of pleasure with the insertion that encouraged her to relax. Whatever negative impressions she had had about sex being painful had been replaced by positive ones. Nicole hoped that the 3 cm dilator would be quickly accepted and that she would be able to use her specially shaped dildo which was 4 cm. To make sure it was warm she carried it wrapped in a special thermal cloth.

Nicole knocked on the door and it was opened by an enthusiastic Ameera who gave her a hug. Nicole was now sure that tonight would be the night.

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Author’s Note: Welcome to the latest installment of Milf Tails. This series has gone over very well and I’m glad everyone is enjoying it. I hope that enjoyment continues with this new edition. Lovecraft68

*****

I pulled up in front of Dave’s house and sat in the car working up the nerve to ask to borrow money. Not that he wouldn’t do it; but I knew things had been tough for him and his mother in the year since his father had left for California to chase some slut he’d been banging.

But I could pay him back next week when I got my paycheck from Stop and Shop and really needed the money today. I looked down at the passenger seat at the bouquet of colorful flowers I’d spent the last of my money on. The flowers were for Kim who had called me yesterday to say we were through because she didn’t think I paid enough attention to her.

I didn’t feel that was true and had the sinking feeling she knew it too and this was a cop out to start seeing someone else. But Kim was pretty, a lot of fun and, when in the mood, a damn good lay, better than the two other girls I’d messed around with back in high school.

I didn’t think she was ‘the one’ as my mother would say, but she was a great ‘miss right now’ and I didn’t want to give up on it just yet. As I got out of the car and made my way up the walkway to their door I reviewed my plan.

Go to the apartment she shared with her room mates, give her the flowers, apologize, then if that got me back in her good graces take her to Lupos where her favorite local band was playing. Which is why I needed fifty bucks, I had a few bucks to spend but the tickets were twenty five a pop.

I knocked and fidgeted until Dave opened the door, “Hey Sam!” he stepped aside for me to come in, “What’s going on?”

“Oh, well um…” I stopped, once again feeling bad about needing a favor. Noting he was wearing his Domino’s shirt and cap, I stalled, “I thought you had Friday nights off?”

“Someone called out and I could use the hours,” He shrugged, “Besides I’m riding solo since Tonya dropped me and I needed to be out of here tonight anyway.”

“Why do you have to…”

“Why do you look nervous?” He cut me off.

I sighed, “Kim broke up with me.”

“Oh, well, hey, welcome to the club.” He grinned, “Want to borrow some hand lotion and exchange links to dirty movies?”

“Hopefully not yet, I’m going to try and get back with her.”

“Good luck, but I need to get going soon, you need anything?”

“Yeah uh…I feel like an ass asking, but I’m trying to get her to go to a show with me tonight and you wouldn’t happen to have fifty until Wednesday would you?”

“Jeez, not that much, no.” He shrugged. “Sorry, Sam.”

“It’s okay.” I shrugged, “I figured you might not and…”

I stopped at the sound of heels on the hardwood floor and looked up to see Dave’s mom, Robin enter the room. Normally I would have said hello, but normally, Robin wasn’t dressed the way she was now.

Dave’s mom was hot, damn hot, but in a prim, sort of girl-or in her case-milf next door- way. Robin had gorgeous blonde hair she wore up or pinned back with a head band most of the time and wore little if any make up. She was on the taller side and had legs that went on forever, but did everything she could to hide them.

Her mode of dress was either business suits with shapeless baggy slacks or skirts that were always knee length. The only reason I knew she had nice legs was I’d been sleeping over here and there since I’d been fourteen and had seen her in shorts a couple of times and one thrilling instance of seeing her in a bathing suit.

Even then, as soon as she realized I was there, the shorts were replaced by loose fitting jeans and she had quickly left the pool the time I’d dropped by and seen her sun bathing. She had emerged from the house in a long sundress that had gone down to her damn ankles.

Robin wasn’t chubby by any means, but not exactly petite and the couple of brief glimpses of her wearing something that flattered her figure displayed a sweet curvy ass and a pretty damn impressive set of tits.

I’d always found it odd that it was the fact Robin didn’t show herself off that turned me on about her. Must be that expression, leaving things to the imagination and I would be a liar if I tried to deny imagining her body many times in the six years I’d been friends with Dave.

But right now…Robin had quite a bit on display and I was not minding at all! She was wearing a short red robe that barely went past her ass and a pair of red fuck me stiletto heels that strapped around her ankles.

Those shoes did amazing things for her already damn fine legs and my eyes enjoyed the long journey up and down those shapely legs, lingering on her lush thighs. The robe was open at the top enough to show some cleavage-something she never displayed- and the sight of the round tops of her breasts caused my heart to skip a beat.

I swore I could see a hint of red lace and wondered what was beneath it. Completing this damn sexy makeover of my friend’s normally Uzun porno proper mother was her long blonde hair was not just down, but teased out. There were some blonde ringlets framing her face and I was struck with how pretty she was.

The deep red lipstick she was wearing added to that beauty, showing off her full lips and a mouth that definitely looked as if she would be good at a very specific skill.

“Dave!” She exclaimed, Startling me out of what had to have been some blatant staring. “I thought you were at work!”

“No,” He shook his head, “I told you they didn’t need me until seven, I was just leaving, when…”

“Sam!” Her eyes fell on me, “Oh my God!” I had to hold back a laugh as her face turned as red as her robe. “I…I am so sorry! Look at me!”

“Don’t be sorry,” I laughed, “I’m not.”

I realized how bad that sounded, but noticed Dave didn’t seem upset, in fact he laughed too,

“Hey. See that mom? I told you, you were Milf!”

“Dave don’t be rude!” She waved her hand at him and I caught a glimpse of her long red nails.

A quick glance back to the shoes showed off her toes matched and I wished I could get a damn picture of her like this, but something told me my imagination would hold onto this image for quite some time.

“I’m…I wasn’t excepting you to be here. I heard the door and thought it was…”

“Ralph.” Dave now had an unhappy look on his face. “Don’t worry I’ll be gone in a couple of minutes.”

“Fine.” She tightened the robe around herself, “And I’m sorry you saw me like this Sam. Even if you’re not, it’s not very proper.”

“No worries, Miss Warner.” I shrugged, “You’re not showing that much.” Although for her she was and I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing more.

“I am.” She looked down at her legs, “And it’s not like…well, I know what I look like I’m doing.”

“What you will be.” Dave rolled his eyes, “You’re a grown woman, mom, and its okay to have fun.”

Her blush deepened and despite the fact I saw her as hot…I just wanted to take her in my arms and give her a kiss, she was so damn cute! I’d never met a woman so good looking who was so shy.

“Well, okay, now that I made a fool of myself in front of my son and made Sam see more of me than he would want to, I’m going to go in my room and die of embarrassment.”

I bit back a remark that Sam would want to see much, much more and said, “I have to go too.” I looked at Dave, “Thanks anyway.”

He nodded and I watched Robin leave the room and walk down the hallway towards her room. I drank in the smooth backs of her legs and marveled at how high those damn fuck me shoes were. Whoever Ralph was he was a luck bastard! I looked up to see Dave watching me ogle his mother.

“Sorry, man.” I grinned sheepishly.

“I don’t care.” He sighed, “Hate to say it, but I’m glad you made that dumb remark.”

“You are?”

“Yea, I am.” He shook his head, “You know, Sam, my mom is really a beautiful woman. In fact mom, or not, I think she’s pretty hot.

“Whoa!” I laughed, “Dude, that’s your mom!”

“I didn’t say I wanted to touch her, you moron.” He punched my arm, but was grinning, “This isn’t one of those crazy taboo porn movies. My point is she’s shy and doesn’t think she’s that good looking.”

“Well would you rather her be slutting around, showing it off?”

“No, but I’d like her to be confident enough to see she is attractive and feel better about herself so she would meet someone.”

“It seems she has, Ralph?”

“Ralph is a prick like my dad.” Dave said disgustedly. “He makes cracks that she’s not bad looking for her age, but that’s okay, he thinks she’s pretty.”

“One of those.” I shook my head, “I hate those guys.”

“I do too, but Mom kept hiding herself away and he’s the first guy she has dated since the divorce so I figure at least she has someone for now and when she sees he’s an asshole and dumps him, she will know she can find someone.”

“I still can’t believe she really doesn’t know she’s hot!”

“My father met her in college and she was shy and he fed into that. He loved that she dressed boring and showed nothing, no competition for him. Then we find out the prick was fucking any young intern he could get his hands on.”

“Yeah, that sucked, your mom is too sweet for that, she deserved better.”

“And when she caught on and confronted him?” Dave was now pacing back and forth and looking agitated.

I stood there and let him rant, figuring the last year had been pretty upsetting for him as much as his mom.

“My asshole father then blames my mother for his cheating saying she was a prude, she dressed like an old lady, and she wasn’t a confident woman so she drove him to it; made her feel bad about herself.”

“That’s low, man.”

“Yeah…when he left I did everything I could to get her out and to meet someone and to dress sexier. I know that’s odd for a son to do, but I wanted her to see guys reactions to her and see she has a lot to offer in every way. She’s smart and Öğrenci porno sweet and pretty, she needs to know guys see the pretty part. Her friends tried too, but nothing.”

“Where did she meet this guy?”

“A friend fixed her up, but surprised her so she couldn’t say no. He’s a jerk, but…like I said maybe she gets back in the saddle then says “Hey I can do this” and move on.”

“So I guess tonight is saddle time.”

“Yeah, my ass needs to not be here, so good thing for work. But it’s her birthday so I’m glad she won’t be alone.”

“Shit, I didn’t even tell her happy birthday!”

“That’s okay, tell her next time. I have to…” He stopped and slapped his head. “Shit!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m so stupid!” He laughed, “I’m thinking I’m broke because I put my money away for insurance, but I’s not due until Next Friday.”

“So you can lend it to me?”

“Yeah, but fuck!” He looked at his watch, “I have to go! Go in my room, in the top drawer of my desk there’s an envelope, take fifty.”

“Thanks man!” I shook his hand, “You’ll get it back!”

“I know and hey, do me favor?”

“What?”

“If you see my mother again…tell her she looks nice, don’t be a perv, but tell her happy birthday and how beautiful she is.”

“Odd request, but sure!” I laughed, “I won’t be lying!”

“Keep it in your shorts and just be nice to my mom, she could use it.”

Dave left the house and as I headed down the hall to his room I thought I would like nothing more than to be ‘nice’ to his sweet and sexy mom.

*****

I hurried into Dave’s room and looking in his desk found the envelope and removed the fifty dollars. Closing the drawer I looked at the small digital clock on his desk and frowned, it was close to seven. Kim went out Friday nights with her friends and if I wanted to catch her at home, my ass needed to get moving.

I exited his room and stopped in my tracks when I saw Robin walked away from me towards the living room. She was on her cell and I stayed where I was, taking advantage of being able to stare at her legs again.

“Ralph, what do you mean, you’re not coming? All week you said you were coming over!”

Uh-oh, I thought and silently padded down the hallway. I didn’t want her to see me, but didn’t want to get caught lurking in the hallway either if she turned around.

“But…but honey, it’s my birthday!” She was getting upset and I felt my stomach sink.

She turned the corner to go into the living room and I quickly reached the end and waited for a chance to bolt out the door so she wouldn’t know I had heard anything.

“Ralph, please…I…I bought something new and…and fun.” She paused, “Yes, that kind of fun I…I know I’ve been kind of shy, but its my birthday and I thought I could give you a gift too.”

She hadn’t slept with him yet. She was shy! She had crossed the living room and as she started to enter the dining room off of it I quickly made my way to the front door to leave. I eased the door open and as I stepped out heard Robin raise her voice. I couldn’t make out the words, but a few seconds later, I heard her yell, “Then forget it you asshole!”

Good for her, I thought, then frowned when I heard her sob. She came walking back into the living room and as I slipped through the door I caught a glimpse of her walking past with her head down, crying. She headed for her room and part of me thought about asking if she were alright, but didn’t want to embarrass her.

I walked to my car wondering if I should call Dave, but then he would either leave work and get in trouble or spend the rest of the night worrying about her. I got into my car and as I went to start it, my cell rang. I saw it was Kim and answered,

“Hey, Kim!”

“Thought you were coming over?” She asked.

“I never said that.” I looked at the flowers and smiled.

“I heard you were, but you’re not here.”

“I had to stop for a couple of things.” I rolled my eyes, I’d told one of her friends I was thinking of trying to talk to her tonight, big mistake.

“Guess I’m not that important then.” She said, “But tell you what, get here in fifteen minutes and maybe I’ll let you take me out and…if it’s fun, maybe we have some fun.”

I was ready to tell her I was on my way when my mind quickly replayed her last words…what a bitch! I had wanted to try to make it work, but seriously?

“Sam, you there?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m here.” I looked down at the flowers then glanced at Dave’s house and thought of his mother in there crying. She was a sweet woman who was now alone on her birthday and here was this stuck up bitch taking it for granted I would jump when she snapped her fingers.

“Well, you coming or not?”

“No.” I said, “But I bet you will be as soon as you find some jerk at the club tonight.”

“What did you say?” She demanded.

“I said, piss off, Kim, I’m not going to be used.” I hung up on her and leaned back in my seat.

It wasn’t like I was in love with her or anything, but it still sucked getting treated like that. Well at least I could just give Dave his money back. I looked at the flowers and wondered what I could do with them, then thought of Robin. I smiled at the thought I could give them to her and say they were for her birthday, make her happy.

I grabbed the bouquet and made my way back up to the door. I hadn’t locked it on my way out and let myself back in, this time locking it behind me in case her asshole boyfriend did show up, this way he couldn’t just walk right in.

I looked for her in the dining room and kitchen and then headed for her bedroom. I hesitated outside her door and wondered how this would look. I then shrugged, how could it look? It’s not like she would think I was giving the flowers to her because I was hot for her or anything. I listened at the door and frowned when I heard her sniffling in there.

I knocked and she called out, “Dave, is that you, honey. You forget something?”

“No, Miss Warner, its Sam, um…can I come in for a minute?”

“Sam? I…I guess.”

I put my hand behind my back, hiding the flowers and opened the door. I figured she would have changed, especially seeing she told me to come in, but to my surprise-and pleasure-she was still in the sexy robe. I did notice the shoes were off and her long legs were stretched out on her bed. She was sitting up, her back against a pillow and a box of tissues next to her.

“What are you still doing here, Sam?” As she spoke, she grabbed the comforter and pulled it from the side of the bed, over her legs. “Everything okay?”

“With me? Sure, but you look like you’re crying.” I played dumb on having heard what had happened.

“Just some kind of disappointing news.” She gave me a forced smile, “I’m okay, but…” Her eyes narrowed, “What are you hiding behind your back?”

“Well I felt like a jerk I didn’t say it earlier so I ran down the street to get you something.”

“Say what?”

“Happy birthday, Miss Warner!” I brought the flowers around with a flourish and handed them to her.

“Oh, how thoughtful!” She exclaimed and the smile she gave me made it worth blowing off that bitch and doing a good deed for someone who deserved it.

She took the flowers and smelled them, “They’re beautiful!”

Recalling what Dave had asked me to do; I winked, “For a beautiful lady!”

“Oh, twenty and already using bad pick up lines?” She laughed, “That was smooth though and you looked serious.”

“I am.” I told her and wasn’t lying, “You’re a very attractive woman, Miss Warner.”

“Aren’t you sweet.” She leaned over to her left and grabbed vase that had a single rose in it and tucked the flowers I gave her into it.

When she leaned over the sheet lifted up and I was given a good view of her bare hip as the robe rode up. I noticed a red string over her hip and figured she was wearing a thong under the robe, goddamn!

“So, um…why are you upset?”

“Oh.” She returned to leaning against the bed, “It’s nothing, thank you for the flowers and the pity compliments, but you can go.”

“I meant what I said and…do you want to talk?”

“Please, its Friday night, a good looking young guy like you has to have something better to do than talk to frumpy old lady like me.”

“Old lady? Hell no!” I shook my head.

“Old enough to be your mom.” She pointed out.

“Age is a number,” I pointed at her, “Look at you, Miss Warner, you look damn good. I wasn’t kidding before.” I grinned at her, “And milf’s and cougars are the hottest thing in…” I caught myself

“In what?” She asked.

“Oh, uh…” I turned my head, “Porn. Sorry, totally not right to say.”

She laughed, “You’re blushing! You’re a very sweet; I’ve always loved that about you.”

“Thanks, you’re sweet too.” I smiled, “You were adorable out there when you were blushing.”

“Adorable?” Her blue eyes twinkled and she laughed, “Oh, honey, you practicing for the club?”

“No I’m not that smooth.” I looked down at her and realized here I was in her bedroom with her lying in front of me in a tiny robe with who knows what type of sexiness underneath it.

Not that anything would happen, but it was still a thrill and I didn’t want to leave.

“But, you were pretty upset; sure you don’t want to talk?”

“Please Sam, it’s a nice offer, but like I said, I’m sure there is some pretty girl out there waiting for you.” She paused, “Karen, is it?”

“Kim and we broke up.”

“Oh, honey, that’s too bad.” She reached out and put her hand over mine.

I wasn’t sure what was a bigger thrill, the contact or her calling me honey.

“It’s okay, we weren’t that serious and she was…well…kind of a bitch.”

“Really? Or you saying that because you’re mad.”

I was going to say forget it, but she patted the bed, “Sit down and tell me about it.”

I didn’t have to be told twice and sat on the edge of the bed and turned to the side so I was facing her, As she sat there listening intently I told her about how Kim had broke up with me and my plan to get her back and how she had found out and what she’d said to me.

“Good for you, standing your ground.” She patted my hand again, “I’m sure a good looking guy like you will find someone soon.”

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Richard Raintree, age eighteen and born Richard Marsden, peeked around the door jam into the bedroom of his eighteen year old sister, Renee. She was his stepsister really, the family now made up of his Mom, and her Dad, both on their second marriages. It was the only way really, they could look nothing like each other, and yet be born only a few days apart, Renee three days older than Richard.

Renee’s mother was killed in an automobile accident when she was four, and Richard’s father had had left the marriage before Richard was born. Ellen Marsden had refused to give him his father’s name and kept her own for Richard. It was a tough time for all four of them, until the day Ellen and Ronald met.

When Ritchard’s mother married Ronald Raintree, she’d decided her dream for a caring and honorable husband had come true and assumed her husband’s name for both her and her son. Ritchie, the household name for the “cute little guy,” Ronald and daughter Renee welcomed into their lives, was loved and nurtured on the surface like any other son. It was Ritchie who assumed something was amiss. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he noticed his big “sister” and he had somewhat of a different relationship than similar pairs at school. Most of course had siblings, but few if any shared his and Renee’s closeness in age. And most it seemed, we’re more at each other’s throats than quiet and friendly toward each other.

Renee was a kind of big sister at times, having matured like most girls at a faster rate than their male counterparts, and a bit of a surrogate parent when parents left them alone. She was too much more mature to become a “buddy”, and yet too young to be respected by her stepbrother like an adult. He felt she was too into other boys and grown up things to take her into his confidence. In earlier years she had even babysat and looked after him as if he were the neighbor’s kid, not her brother.

While he was for many years too young to understand that the added convenience of a built in baby sitter enabled both Ellen and Ronald to more actively pursue their careers, leaving them out of the home during most business hours and on many occasions of after hours business entertainment.

Not surprisingly, it was from this environment, not forced but certainly encouraged, that his early independence grew as well. His intelligence had already begun to set him apart from others at school, for he seemed to be doing everything a year or two ahead of the class. And now he wondered, in their senior year, if he was doing this ahead of his friends at school too. Surely they must spy on each other like he was, watching his unsuspecting sister in her room.

Richard might have been immature in the social aspects of life compared to his stepsister, but he was way ahead of the masses when it came to the application of his intelligence. He had his room, and his share of the basement where he maintained his “shop.” He had his interests, and they carried him well beyond the usual experimentation of most kids his age. Already he was playing with robotics and electronics in ways most college students in their fourth year of engineering would find both fascinating and beyond their understanding. For Richard was a genius.

And yet, as he peered through the door to Renee’s room, and watched her reflection in the mirror over her dresser, he realized he was also a voyeur on life, a tag-along, or an outsider with no real roots, and no respected goals. He was simply there to watch, an observer of all, and partner to none. He felt a stirring between his legs, the same thing he felt at night when he was alone in his room.

Renee felt suddenly alone. Not only had her “date” for tonight called to cancel, some lie about an obligation at home, but her girl friend had suddenly gotten an offer and was now the one giggling and preparing to go out on this Friday night. She wondered only for a second if the two incidents were related, but wrote the idea off. No one had that kind of balls.

She examined herself in the mirror as she stripped down to her bra and panties, tossing her blouse and skirt on the bed to save them for another occasion. For the life of her, she could not figure out why she had trouble keeping boys. She was “stacked,” as many guys had told her on their first date. She was quite pretty, as her Father had told her all her life. And she was smart, a trait both she and her brother shared, though only he had pursued.

Her breast size was a healthy 36D, though she was prouder of that earlier than of late. It didn’t seem to help, despite what the boys said and tried to do, and the two hefty melons were often in the way. When she ran to keep her lovely figure, she had to wear the heaviest of sports bras. When she purchased lingerie, she had to frequent only stores with her particular size and required strength. Every time she leaned over a counter to talk to someone, she lost their eye contact as their eyes flew down her cleavage. The damn things Avrupalı porno were just a nuisance, except of course when they were handled correctly.

Renee brought her hands up under them now, and supported them, relieving the weight from the thin shoulder straps. The relief on her shoulders felt good, and the gentle touch of her hands on her breasts felt warm and pleasurable. She slipped her middle finger in front of and up each breast to touch her nipples through the fabric of the bra. Her eyes rolled back and she sighed deeply with her touch, her nipples comfortably hardening and the sensation shooting down to her loins. If she had a choice, she decided once again, she would keep the troublesome appendages for their sensuality value, for she loved to play with her tits.

Ritchie smiled as his big sister played with herself. He’d always looked at her as his “big” sister, for she was the one with the common sense, the adult behavior, and the ear of their parents. All through their youth, from age six when they’d been joined to the same family, she had been the one in charge, the one with the mission, the one who lead. Ritchie never contested her command either, happy to have the latitude to do almost what he wanted when their parents weren’t around.

He watched her looking in the mirror, so interested in her own image that she completely ignored his own sliver of refection. She was standing only three feet from him, standing directly in front of her floor length mirror. The angles made it easy for him to see her. At the edge of the mirror, he could also see the crack in the doorway he was looking through. This obviously meant that if she wanted to, she could see him as well. He felt that familiar stirring in his pajama bottoms and his toes curled as he watched. She was a magnificent vision. Once she stepped aside, right in front of his view, her big ass cheeks bulging out against her panties, and her hair flowing down her back.

Ritchie reached down and cupped his crotch in his hand and began rubbing it up and down. The last time he’d done this, a few nights before, he’d also had visions of his sister in his mind, visions of lustful things that she was doing to herself, but also visions of even better things he would arrange for her.

As he rubbed himself again, he watched his sister slip a hand down her panties and perform a similar rubbing on herself. The two of them stood like that, massaging their loins for several minutes, until Ritchie heard his parents arriving home.

He cursed under his breath at the interruption, a noise he suddenly realized his sister must have heard. Not quite sure, he thought he saw her look directly at his reflection as he pulled his hand free and ran back to his room.

Renee turned her smile back to her mirror when she heard the door slam across the hall. She’d seen him at her own door just at she’d heard her parents announce they were home. Her “little” brother had been peeping again, maybe even fondling himself as she was disrobing and admiring her form. The thought aroused her, prompted her to let her hands fall down between her legs and draw themselves slowly up the insides of her thighs and pause on the mound of her dampening panties.

“Renee? I thought you were going out tonight” Ellen Marsden Raintree said casually as she entered her daughter’s open door.

Ellen had withdrawn her hands and resumed changing to more casual clothes. As her mother entered, she picked up the jeans and slipped them on, before adding her favorite soft sweatshirt, the neck seam deliberately torn out of it. “So did I Mom,” She said with a touch of sadness, “Guess a second date with anyone is just not in the cards.”

Her mother felt sorry for her. She knew what dating was all about. She knew how hard it was to find a decent guy. Since she too had a large pair of breasts, she also knew how absolutely frustrating it could be to have so many men try to possess her, and yet so few if any come back. The wrong boys as well as prospective mates would all congregate around the aura of her long hair and large breasts, and it would be up to Renee alone to somehow learn how to tell them apart and keep the right ones. “Oh, poor baby. I’m so sorry. I know you were looking forward to this too.” She put an arm over her stepdaughter’s shoulder.

Ritchie got into bed and continued to rub his groin. He lay like that for some time, enjoying the soothing sensations on his shaft, and dreaming of his forbidden lust. The vision of his sister in her bra and panties, her hands feeling herself up, was too hot to put down. He reached inside his pajamas, under the cover of the sheet and blanket on his bed, and began to pump his meat. He was about to feel that strange but wonderful feeling of ultimate satisfaction again, when a soft voice suddenly said, “Miss me?”

The boy’s eyes went wide and bulged up at the ceiling. That could only be the voice of his sister, and she HAD to be in his room! Freezing everything Video porno else, he looked at the door and saw Renee standing there in her sweatshirt and jeans, leaning against the jam. She smiled at him.

Ritchie was too stunned to say much. He tried with, “What… Uh… How…?”

Renee laughed and said, “Yes to all.” She laughed now, and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. When she sat on the edge of Ritchie’s bed, he let go of his manhood and moved away under the covers as if she had the plague.

“Ohhhh,” She purred, “I’m not gonna hurt you, or tell anyone. Don’t worry. I’m your big sister, remember?” She looked around the room as if to give the “kid” in her stepbrother some time to collect himself. As she looked around, she saw a lot of the things one might expect to see in a boy’s room, models, trains, and the like, but she also saw things that didn’t make any sense to her at all. Little arms were reaching up from stands that seemed to have no purpose. A lifelike human eye in an egg-like container follower her movement as she leaned first to one side and then to the other. It was eerie and she looked away, back at her brother.

She placed a hand on the blanket, right where she thought the little pecker of her little stepbrother would be. She landed it exactly and felt the hardened shaft of it, much larger than she had anticipated, maybe six or seven inches long, and blushed. Looking him directly in the eyes, she asked, “Do you know what masturbation is, Ritchie?”

He was frozen in place, loving her touch, but afraid as hell of telling her that. “Duh, I think so.” He’d never been able to lie to her, or anyone for that matter, but a little sarcasm helped him add some expression. He always seemed to know when someone was lying to him however, and it made him feel dirty for them. He was not able to live with the thought of that dirt on himself. He’d seen how his mother dealt with it and perhaps that is where the skill came from.

She curled her fingers to clutch the blanket and sheet around his prick, “It’s when you do something like this.” She pumped his cock a few times, “To yourself.” She pumped a few more times and saw him shake with an orgasm. At first she didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t intended to really masturbate her little brother! She was just teasing him, while helping out in the education department a bit. Pulling her hand away, she quickly said, “I’m… I’m sorry Ritchie.” She waited for his reaction before saying anything else.

Ritchie gathered his thoughts. Though he was quite surprised, and just a bit embarrassed at yet another spurt of jiz from his pecker, he didn’t want to embarrass his big stepsister and discourage her from ever coming back. Quickly he rushed to say, “It’s ok, Renee. It didn’t hurt. Really! I, uh, liked it.” His sheepish look consoled her.

“Oh, well, good.” She hesitated, then relaxed slightly and added, “I am glad you don’t mind. You don’t, do you?” Renee looked at him, and then noticed the stain coming through the bed clothes. “Well, anyway, that’s masturbation. But something tells me you already knew that, no?” She let the question sink in while she looked again at the stain. “You say my doing that, uh, didn’t bother you?”

He managed a smile and muttered, “Yes. I mean, no. I mean, I liked you doing it, Renee.” He waited an awkward moment, then plunged further with, “I did see you playing with your, uh, things too, and then shoving a hand in your, uh, underwear.” He nodded alternately at her breasts and crotch.

She almost laughed at his innocence and said, “My tits, Ritchie. These are my tits.” She held them up with her hands for him, bulging her sweatshirt in the process. “And this, down here, is my pussy. We’re different sweetheart, but we probably get the same feelings.” She though for a minute and said, “Daddy hasn’t talked to you about any of this yet, has he?”

The boy in him felt better now that they were involved in a real conversation. “No, was he supposed to?”

She laughed again and said, “Yes! It’s his duty! But knowing him, he won’t. Poor Ritchie.”

“Awwwe, that’s not fair,” He was mockingly upset at being deprived by his stepfather.

She put a hand on his arm and said, “Tell you what. I’ll tell you all about it,” She looked around his room again, “And you can build meeee…, one of your robots! Something so I don’t have to put up with all the shit I get from men!” She was kidding of course, but thought the idea was a good one, all the same.

Ritchie truly thought on the proposal. How was he going to build a man? There was no way! Unless…

She looked at him and recognized his deep thought mode instantly. “Hey! I’m kidding! I’ll teach you about the bird’s and the bee’s, but I was kidding about the robot. Wow! Are you really thinking about that?” She was second guessing herself due to the variety and sophistication of creations in his room. She always had to remember her little brother’s penchant for facts and openness.

“Oh,” He simply said, wondering what that meant to his part of the bargain. He decided to try to help anyway, “So, what would you want this robot man to do, Renee?”

She looked back at him and laughed, but then looked back again with a more serious expression. Her brother was simply sitting there with a serious expression. “Are you kidding? You could…”

He interrupted her again and repeated, “What would you want this robot to do for you?”

She decided to play along, but kept her answers serious, just in case. “Well… wait.” She got up from the bed and disappeared out the door in a rush. Ritchie took the time to lift the covers and look at what kind of mess he’d made. He was totally wet. He quickly grabbed a couple tissues from the box on his night table and began to clean himself up. He was working feverishily, his head poking under the covers when he heard, “What’s the matter?”

His sister was chuckling, and holding a red, clear plastic “thing” in her hand. When he said nothing, she boldly lifted the covers, and saw his cum stained pajamas. She chuckled again and said, “It’s nothing to worry about little brother.” After a moment’s hesitation, she looked again at the pajamas, and reached her hand down to his waist band. Before lifting it, she looked at her brother and asked, “Ok?”

He didn’t know what to say. This was all so new to him, and yet not unlike a lot of his most private fantasies. He said, “Sure.”

Renee hadn’t seen her little brother’s dick in a number of years. A lot had taken place since then! He was growing into a real man, not exceptionally huge, but not small either, and still hard! She resisted the temptation to touch him further, dropping his drawers and the covers. “You are fine, Ritchie. Just wash it off. In the future, you might do that near the toilet, or have a tissue handy.” She sighed and looked away to relieve herself of the warmth growing between her thighs.

Ritchie sighed too, relieved he needn’t be embarrased. His attention went back to the “thing” his sister was holding, his curiosity running wild. He reached out for it, then waited while he looked at his sister for an “Ok.” When she nodded and held the dildo up for him, he took it in his hand.

Quickly, he sat up in bed, switched the dong from one hand to the other, looked the device up and down and longitudinally, and squeezed softly and then pinched it hard.

Renee was tickled to see him flinch slightly when he pinched it, empathizing automatically with the poor thing. What impressed her though, was his detailed observations and subsequent descriptions. He was rambling off a list of ingredients that he thought were used to make the stiff gelled instrument and suddenly got out of bed and walked to his dresser. Pulling out a large figurine, something like a Batman, he walked back to the bed and handed the toy to his sister.

She looked at it, felt it and twisted the arms and legs and then bunched it up in her fist and noticed it somewhat retained the shape she gave it. She looked at her brother and said, “So?”

He looked at her as if she must be kidding and said, “Same stuff.”

Renee was still confused. The figurine twisted and held different shapes. Her dildo never changed. “How can it be the same stuff?” She asked.

“I have wire in mine. That’s the only difference. Oh, and yours has clear plastic, while mine has coloring.” He held up the dildo, looked at it some more, and said, “This is pretty simple Sis, kind of like just making an arm?” He looked at his sister to find out what was so special about this toy that looked like his prick. “You want to build a whole man out of this?”

Renee didn’t know whether to laugh, or pick her brother’s brain. His sincerity and apparent expert observations, led her to lean toward the latter. “No, silly. Actually, this is about the only good part a man has!” She couldn’t help but laugh.

Her brother looked at her, then down at his lap, and back at the device. There was a blank look on his face when he looked again at his sister.

She decided to confide in him, having gone this far. “This is a dildo, Ritchie. Does it look familiar?” She held it in front of his face.

He looked at the device again and said calmly, “Yes. It’s a… well… what did you call it?”

She was getting just a bit frustrated, but continued. “A dildo!” She looked around to see that the door was secure. Otherwise, her prudish stepfather would be in there in a heartbeat. “Yes, it’s modeled after a man’s… dick.”

Ritchie was both amazed at the intimacy of their conversation, but also being able to tie the word he’d heard bantered about by the guys at school with its true meaning, to his sister’s voice. He looked up at his her and asked, “Ok, but what do you do with it? I thought only guys had these things.”

She wanted to scream and laugh at the same time. “That’s the whole problem! Women want ’em, and men have ’em!” She lowered her voice again. “Men and women, Ritchie, don’t just make babies by sticking these things into here,” She pointed to her own lap. She wondered if he could really be this naïve. “They also do this for fun, for uh, enjoyment, kind of like what you did watching me, but even better.”

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The water cascaded over her body, washing away the sweat and dirt from another hard day’s work. She let herself sway under the warm water, gently running her hands through her hair. She had been needed this shower most of the day. Being stuck in the hot sun directing traffic all day was exhausting.

She took her time, her soft pale skin being purified once again. She reached for the facecloth, lathering up with blueberry body wash. She ran it over her supple neck, moving it around in slow circles. She washed between her small breasts, removing all traces of the day’s sweat.

The soapy water ran down her long, luscious legs as she bent forward to caress them clean with the cloth. Her feet hurt as they always did, and she swore once again that she would get herself some new boots. In the meantime, she would enjoy her shower.

She leaned against the cold tile, removing the showerhead from its cradle. The jets of water felt good against her, as she moved the head over he entire body. Soon she would have to get out, but right now she felt the water cleanse her completely.

“Anita? Are you okay?” she heard from outside the washroom door.

“I’ll be right out Gem.” She replied.

Turning the faucets off, Anita stepped out of the tub and glanced at the watch she had carelessly tossed on the back of the toilet seat. She had been in the shower for more than thirty minutes. She cursed herself. Another long shower, another large water bill.

Grabbing a towel, Anita wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror. She looked at herself, her blond hair, dripping wet, falling against her shoulders. She ran a brush through it, humming as she went. Once content, she slipped into the beautiful silk robe that Gem and Dean had gotten her for her birthday.

The soft material clinged to her still moist body, but she did not care. She felt relieved and relaxed after her shower, and nothing was going to change that feeling. Not even a very clingy bathrobe.

Looking at herself one last time, Anita let herself out of the bathroom, feeling the cool air waft into the room. She looked around, and saw Gem sitting at the kitchen table. She smiled at her, Gem returning the gaze.

“Thought you would never get out of there.” Gem joked.

“You know how I feel after work, and today I really needed it!” Anita protested.

She walked over bahis siteleri to the table and sat down across from her roommate. Gem was sipping at a glass of wine. She looked up at Anita as she sat.

“Would you like a glass?” she asked.

Anita eyes lit up, and she nodded her head, muttering a soft yes, almost inaudible. She was exhausted, but could still manage a slight smile at the thought of a very good glass of wine.

Gem crossed the room and reached for another glass. She then walked over to the fridge and pulled out the opened bottle. She poured Anita a small amount of wine and handed it to her. Anita gladly accepted and took a tentative first sip.

“Umm, this is what I needed three hours ago!” she laughed.

Gem closed the fridge and placed the bottle on the table in front of Anita. She sat down and lifted Anita’s right foot into her lap. She rubbed the inner side of her foot as Anita’s head lolled back. A small sigh escaped Anita’s lips as her roommate administered slight pressure to her foot.

Gem changed feet, massaging it as she had done to Anita’s other foot moments ago.

“Let’s move into the living room. You can lie down and I’ll give you a good foot massage.” Gem suggested.

The two women moved from the cold kitchen area into the living room, placing their glasses of wine on the coffee table. Anita sat down at the end of the couch, lifting her legs to Gem waiting lap.

Anita’s legs spread as Gem’s fingers caressed her ankles, exposing her sex to Gem’s lustful eyes. Anita rarely wore any panties, and Gem was pleased that today was one of those days.

Gem watched as Anita’s eyes closed and her head tilted back once more, Anita enjoying the soft touch being applied to her legs. Gem always had a way of casting relaxing waves over her roommate in times of stress.

Gem’s hands moved slowly upward, caressing and rubbing the silky white skin of Anita’s legs. She watched as her breathing grew deeper, and a soft moan came from deep within Anita’s throat. Gem smiled, as she knew Anita was completely putty in her hands now.

She decided that today was the day she was going to explore her feelings toward Anita, and she secretly hoped that her roommate would feel the same about her. For five years now they had been roommates, Gem wishing they could be more.

Anita reached bonus kodu for her glass of wine and caught a glimpse of Gem’s smiling face. She returned the smile, sipped a little more from her glass and returned it to the table. Anita resumed her place on the couch, letting Gem rub the hurt from her body.

Gem became more daring, rubbing higher and higher. Her fingers were now rubbing Anita’s inner thighs only inches from her roommate’s shaven pussy. She looked at the treasure that presented itself to her and her heart fluttered. What if Anita didn’t feel the same?

“Higher Gem, please…” murmured Anita.

Her soft plea caught Gem off guard. She momentarily stopped what she was doing and looked at her roommate. Anita lifted her head and peered down at Gem.

“Please… I know you want to, and I need you to.” She pleaded with her.

Gem smiled softly up at Anita as their eyes met. Anita’s hand moved down to touch Gem’s cheek and pulled her closer to her excited pussy. Gem’s tongue lapped happily at her roommate’s clit, as Anita leaned her head back on the arm of the sofa.

Anita’s hands ran through Gem’s short hair, every now and again pulling her tighter into her wetness. Gem greedily sucked and licked at Anita’s pussy, the sounds of wetness echoing in her ears.

Anita’s body quivered and shook as the first orgasm overwhelmed her. She held Gem’s face between her legs with her hands with her legs tightly pressed on either side of them. She rocked back and forth, letting each wave flow through her, coating Gem’s lips and chin in her cum.

As the orgasm passed, she released her roommate’s head and pulled her up on top of her. Anita’s lips hungrily devoured Gem’s, tasting her own sweetness on Gem’s smiling face.

“Let me return the favor…” said a panting Anita.

Gem was out of her clothes in seconds, long waiting for this moment to arrive, and not wishing to waste another single minute. She straddled Anita’s face, leaning forward over the edge of the couch. Anita licked Gem’s pussy, tasting the juices that flowed freely from it. Her hands moved over Gem’s bottom, pulling her closer to her face.

Gem’s moans bounced around the room, echoing off the walls and reverberating in their ears. Anita had heard Gem’s moans when Gem and her boy toy Dean had made love, but these were more intense. yeni slotlar 2024 She darted her tongue deep into her roommate’s tunnel, and tasted the first full climax erupt against her face.

Gem collapsed on top of Anita, her legs wobbly from the sensation she had been given. Her lips found one of Anita’s nipples, and she lovingly flicked it with her tongue. Anita’s hands reached between Gem’s legs, and slightly touched her swollen clit, sending Gem into another frenzied orgasm.

She bucked wildly against Anita’s agile fingers, her second orgasm as intense as the first. Gem’s head rolled back and then forward, her tongue licking Anita’s nipples savagely.

They both stopped for a few moments, letting Gem recover and come up for air. He breathing had grown shallow and deep. Sweat poured out of her, and she could barely speak.

“Oh my god Anita, I never knew…” she said in between breaths.

“Lie back my sweet little princess. I am not finished yet.” Replied Anita.

Assuming the position her roommate had asked her to, Gem lay on the couch facing her, her legs spread, one over the back of the couch, the other dangling over the edge. Anita lightly spread Gem’s legs a little further, and gently blew on Gem’s pussy, making Gem raise her bottom to her.

Anita stood up and looked seductively at Gem, her roommate so easily excited that she would do anything Anita would ask of her. Anita sat closer to her now, her own legs spread, intertwining with Gem’s. She rested her own pussy against Gem’s, their juices mixing with each other’s.

Gem instantly bucked against Anita, feeling not only the fire in her own pussy, but that of Anita’s also. Anita responded in kind, and moved up and down, grinding into Gem. The two girls moved rapidly against each other, their pussies slick with wetness smacked happily together.

Anita reached her second climax just as Gem was experiencing her third. Both girls pulled the other girls legs, bringing the two of them closer and tighter against each other. They both moaned and squealed loudly as the passion took hold of their bodies.

They lay in this position for some time, their pussies wet and sticky against one another’s, not wanting to stop the feeling of joy they both had just experienced. Anita reached for Gem’s hands, and laced her fingers with her own.

Both girls feel asleep in this position, exhausted and content. They were now more than roommates, and Gem’s worries were washed away by the thoughts of her newly found lover as the slumber took her from this plane to one of pure bliss. This would not be the last time, she thought to herself.

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In the blink of an eye, Sean shielded his crotch with the blazer, shot up from his chair and scurried to the door.

“Sean!” Richard called out as he shouldered past, but he wasn’t going to stop. He couldn’t. He was on the verge of pissing his pants and had to get to the gents’ room this instant!

The toilets were at the end of the corridor, at least that’s what he knew. He clamped his penis shut as he walked briskly to his destination. Halfway through, urine started to seep out from the tip, so, with his hand still clutching his dripping penis, he dropped the blazer and broke into a run.

Richard was on his tail, trying to get to him faster.

Sean was frantic. The closer he got to the toilets, the more anxious his bladder got. Squirt after squirt, it pumped out a good shot of hot urine each time.

As he whipped around the corner, he saw a sign: LADIES TOILET

“Shit!!!!” He cursed and boomeranged back to where he came from.

“What!? What happened!!?” Breathing hard, Richard stopped in his tracks.

“That’s the ladies!” Sean hurried to the other end of the corridor hoping that the gents’ would be there.

“Where are you going?” Richard called out.

“Toilet!” Sean’s voice echoed from the other end of the corridor.

“I think it’s locked,” said Richard in a not-so-audible voice.

As expected, Sean returned in a heartbeat, still holding on with his dear life. “It’s locked!!!” He crossed his legs as tears brimmed in his eyes.

“Why would they lock it? Let me go around and find someone to open it up!”

Richard had almost begun to leave when Sean stopped him. “Leave it! Just tell me if there are any other toilets around here.”

“There’s one on the ground floor, you know that,” he answered.

Sean sighed in frustration. That was a long way to go! And the urgency to urinate was at an all-time high. “I need to sit down,” he said as he looked around frantically.

“There are no chairs here,” said Richard, glaring at the empty corridor. “Just hold on, we’ll make it to the ground floor.”

“I wanna piss,” whined Sean with tears in his eyes.

Richard watched him for a moment, feeling Avrupalı porno turned on at the prospect of his boyfriend being this desperate to pee. “I have an idea,” he said. “It won’t get you to the toilets any faster, but it should help you hold on till you get there.”

***

“Where are you taking me?” Sean hissed.

“Just keep going,” Richard instructed as he tagged behind.

They were in the stairwell now. The lights were dim and the place was deserted.

“The toilets are on the ground floor,” Sean reminded as they kept climbing floor after floor.

“I know,” said Richard calmly.

“Then why?”

“Just keep going,” sighed Richard.

“I don’t know what games you’re up to, but I’m in no mood for it,” he said crossly, “and in case you’ve forgotten, I still have to pee desperately.”

“I know, can you just trust me for once?”

That kind of put Sean off-guard. “I do trust you, you know that!”

Richard simply sighed. “Go on,” he waved.

“Again?” Sean was a little confused. “Actually, where the hell are we going? We’re already at the top of the building!”

“I know!”

They reached the door located on the topmost floor, the door that led to the terrace.

“Where to now? Outer space?” Sean remarked sarcastically.

Richard laughed.

“Enough of this,” snapped Sean, “what kind of a joke is this? I’m dying to pee here and you’re just making a fool out of me!” He prepared to shoulder past.

Richard stopped him. “Whoa-whoa-whoa! Hang on! Where do you think you’re going?”

“Up your ass! Get off!”

“Chill buddy, see look, we’re alone, no one’s going to come up here. We can do what we’ve always wanted to do.”

Sean squinted at him. He could see where this was going. “You’re so fucked up, man. You could have just told me.”

“And would you have obliged immediately? No, right?” Richard inched closer with a strange twinkle in his eyes.

Sean’s erection that had died down after sprinting out of the party hall earlier was slowly beginning to return. On one hand, he was desperately trying to hold on. On the other, he was getting Video porno aroused knowing very well what was in store for him. True, he’d always wanted to do this, hold his pee for Richard, just like he wanted, but he never thought that he’d have to get THIS desperate for that. As of now, he was struggling to stay in the same spot. He was so desperate that he had to keep shifting on his feet.

“If you’d asked nicely, then maybe,” answered Sean, “I’m ready to do anything to stop it.”

“Stop what?” Richard asked in a low, seductive voice. A smirk played on his lips.

“The urge.”

“What urge?”

“You know it already you douche,” Sean smirked back.

“I want you to say it,” he breathed.

“The urge to urinate,” Sean shrugged.

“Say the full thing,” he demanded, his pants beginning to tent up at his crotch.

“I’m ready to do anything to control the desperate need to urinate, anything, till I get to a toilet.”

“Perfect,” hissed Richard and gently groped Sean in the crotch. He was rigid already, one, from having to pee, two, from being turned on.

With a loud, steely zip, Richard caught hold of the fastener and unzipped Sean’s pants. He fished through his briefs and retrieved his semi-hard penis. “Your undies are wet,” Richard remarked with a smirk.

Sean froze as Richard held his shaft and milked it all the way from the base to the tip. “Have to pee badly you know,” said Sean, letting out a long hissy puff.

“How bad do you need to go,” he whispered as he continued to rub Sean’s erection.

Sean, who had to pee incredibly bad, crossed his legs. “Ten plus… I think I’m going to lose control,” he moaned.

Hearing that, Richard quickened his pace, jerking off Sean’s penis three steps faster.

Sean doubled over, hissing and pursing his lips.

“What is it? What do you feel?”

“Have… to… pee… God… I’m going to come…”

“Not yet!” Richard slowed his pace on Sean’s penis so that he won’t come too early. He went nice and slow so that he felt the ache of his full bladder and the discomfort of needing to pee urgently.

“So did you really have to pee that day?” asked Richard as he worked on Sean’s hardness.

“I did, but it wasn’t this bad,” Sean was breathless as he said that. He paused to let out a puff.

“So partly, you were turned on by her.”

Sean clamped his eyes shut as the pressure build in his bladder, penis and balls at an unbearable level.

“Answer me, Sean.”

There was a brief silence where nothing other than their deep breaths and the rapid, slippery slide over Sean’s penis could be heard.

“Sean?”

“Hmm?”

“You didn’t answer me. You were turned on by her, weren’t you?”

Richard speeded up, jerking off Sean’s urinary cum sex organ at the fastest possible rate.

“Admit it, Sean, you were attracted to her, and that’s why you were hard, and not just because you wanted to pee.” Richard was breathless as he said this.

Sean had pressed himself against the wall now, as Richard walloped his penis. He wanted to pee, desperately, he was about to shoot his load, a hell lot of it.. it was all close, at the tip, ready to explode.

“Yes….” he hissed in response.

“Repeat it, you had to pee, and you were turned on.”

“I had to pee, and I was turned on,” Sean groaned and shot his thick load. Soon after, urine started off with a dribble and progressed to a thick stream. He was peeing. With all his might. Uncontrollably!

Richard stepped back and watched the flood make its way down the stairs, floor after floor. He could see that Sean was still trying to hold it back, but he couldn’t control his bladder anymore. it continued to empty itself to the last drop.

By the time Sean was finished, his bladder which had looked so round and full before had deflated and once again, his waistline was a size zero.

“Damn, that’s such a mess. What do we do?” Sean looked terrified at the prospect of having emptied his bladder in the stairwell, all the way from the top floor.

“Leave quietly,” said Richard.

And so, they went their way, acting completely oblivious to the torrent of pee in the stairwell.

They took a bus home. Halfway through, Sean felt his bladder twitch again. “I’ll need to go soon,” he said and rubbed his stomach, right where his bladder should be.

“You can go in the morning,” Richard suggested.

“Now what?”

“I’m not done with you,” Richard answered.

***

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