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(Dedicated to my wife, Darla, in celebration of 30 years of marriage and kinky sex)

“You’re not going to believe where I went today!” Darla blurted with an enthusiasm that revealed she’d been bursting to tell me all day.

“Where?”

“Remember that house you’ve always wanted to see next to the Country Club?”

“Be more specific.”

“You know, it’s the one at the end of that long windy street with the contemporary gate house? All you can see is the driveway,” she said in slight exasperation.

“610 Cypress Crossing?”

“Wow, you actually know the address? I made a delivery there today.”

Darla was practically hyperventilating with her news.

“Damn, I can’t believe you went there without me!”

“The guy who lives there came into the shop the other day…I’ve seen him a few times before…he asked if we could deliver it.”

“Fuck! Why didn’t you ask me?”

“It was just a mirror, plus I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Man, I’ve always wanted to see what was behind that gate!”

“I had no idea that’s where I was going until the GPS pulled me up to the front gate. I freaked out!”

“You should have called me!”

“I wanted to, but I’d barely pulled up and was already on camera. I couldn’t back up then.” Pleading her case. “They buzzed me in. It was the longest driveway I’ve ever seen, through it’s own mini forest. You can’t even see a neighbor. There’s no way to even get a glimpse of this place. It’s all glass and super-cool, very contemporary but not brand new.

“Fuck! I want to see it!

“I’m sorry,” She said sincerely.

“Is this what you were wearing? No wonder he wanted it delivered.”

“The instructions were to leave it at the front door or I wouldn’t have worn this.”

“He just wanted to see you in yoga pants.”

“Funny,” – she flatly retorted as I characteristically tried to divert her storyline to sex – “I’m sure he wasn’t thinking I was going to deliver it, plus I don’t wear yoga pants at the shop.”

“He probably just thought you were hot and wanted another look at your sexy ass.”

“Ha Ha,” she dryly retorted once again.

“If the word gets out that hotties are making deliveries, sales are going to go up.”

“Hmm…maybe so…our thing could be slutty delivery chicks,” she mused just to humor me.

“What was the house like?”

“I didn’t get to go in actually. As soon as I pulled up he looked like he was about to leave and came over to grab it.”

“I bet he did!”

“Don’t be jealous,” saying each word slowly.

“Of all the houses, fuck! Who is this guy?”

“His name is Rick Favreau, he owns some kind of construction company Brenda said.”

“Fuck!” I couldn’t hide my disappointment.

“I did drop that my husband had always wanted to see this house. He said next time he’d buy something bigger so you could help deliver it.”

“Ha, I hope he does.”

“I think he was just being funny.”

“Call him and tell him you have something big to show him and dress slutty that day.”

“You’d pimp me out for a home tour?” she said, shaking her head in mock disappointment.

“I’m thinking yea.”

*********

Darla had plenty of shop “boyfriends” as I called them. Darla’s shop is an upscale vintage store specializing in Mid-Century Modern (MCM) and 70’s style furniture and fixtures. She was somewhat naive in her complaints about her fan club always stopping by on her workdays. This one “is such a talker,” and “I can never get anything done,” when such and such comes by.

Her slender, sexy build, along with playful attentive banter, that amped up in the company of intelligent men especially, exuded a charm and youthfulness that defied any sign she was just beyond her own mid-century. She’s tall with shoulder-length dark brown hair, perfectly fills out a pair of Rich and Skinny jeans, and armed with perfectly perky C-cup tits, all wrapped up in an intelligent, witty, classy and sassy woman with style. She knows what she wants, how to get it, and what to do with it. If I wasn’t married to her, I might be finding excuses to shop for fancy furniture myself and brush up on my retro designer lingo. Basically she’s a hot-fucking Mid-Century MILF, covetable, collectable, and rare as it gets.

After quite a few casual mentions over the following weeks, I’d added Rick as a new member of the club. I suspected he was inspired to join because of the quality delivery service.

*********

It was almost three months later, while taking care of a maintenance issue at the shop, when I got my first introduction to “Rick this and Rick that.”

“Rick, this is my husband, Alvin.”

“Hey Rick, nice to finally meet you.”

“Same here. Darla told me you were interested in post-modern architecture. You two should come over for a cocktail sometime and see the house.”

“Oh wow…hey, I was just hoping to get a delivery gig.”

He chuckled. The short grey waves of his salt and pepper hair put him probably just a little older than me, teetering around 60, plus or minus, but a fit, cool-looking 60. He probably works out and I imagined gümüşhane escort he still has abs. He looked like money and wore it well, the kind of rich guy who didn’t seem to condescend with it, just happened to have or make a lot. The graciousness of his manner showed he was a people person and wasn’t flashy just to impress, even though I now assumed the black Mercedes two-seater outside was his – and obviously would necessitate everything being delivered.

“No really, come out to the house one evening and I’ll give you both the nickel tour.”

“Awe, that would be great, thanks so much,” I added, trying not to sound overeager and resisting the temptation to press for the ‘alternate choice close’ – would you prefer Tuesday or Wednesday?

“And I’m dying to see what you’re doing with all the things you’ve been buying,” Darla chimed in.

I peeled back off to my task and let Darla escort him on, hoping she’d secure a firm invite.

*********

Six more weeks passed before Darla casually and artfully nailed down an official date and time without coming across as desperate. By this point he’d become a significant customer for her, having spent tens of thousands on miscellaneous pieces of accent furniture and retro trinkets. I could tell Darla had a crush on his taste if not the man himself, and had rhapsodized endlessly about seeing his Paul Evans and Tommi Parzinger collections. She’d been a bit frustrated that she hadn’t been able to worm her way back for any deliveries since the first one with Rick always insisting to send his own people back to get them.

In spite of Darla’s relentless references to “Rick this and Rick that,” my knowledge of him was limited to stalking a satellite photo of his house from Google earth and that he was a widower with two grown children abroad but lived alone in the house he had built in the 90’s to stay in town, close to his business interests that spanned several generations.

*********

Tour Day finally arrived and we were both giddy and excited as if we’d landed a royal invitation. We were going early enough in the evening that we planned to catch a quick dinner after the tour, but by the way Darla was primping you’d have thought she was heading for a fancy blind date.

“What do you think about these shoes with this? Stockings, no stockings? Day or night hoops?” peppering me with choices.

“Panties, no panties?” I interjected.

“Don’t get testy.” She threw back, along with a momentary and reassuring flirty gaze.

She looked smoking hot from head to the red painted toes visible through the sheer, nude, stay-up thigh highs and harnessed in high-heeled black strappy sandals with a sexy ankle cuff. The long fringe of her black, lacy, Ramy Brook wrap-around skirt went modestly to mid-calf, but the split up the front left side revealed the top of the thigh-high when she walked – classy and provocative at the same time. I could see she was braless the way the silky, iridescent blue tank top dangled on her tits. She went with the bigger “night hoop” earrings, by the way, which was usually a sign I was getting laid that night. She also put on a black-banded disco ball choker, which was a second sign that she was in the mood for it to be a little rougher if I got my chance.

I better at least upgrade to my nicer jeans!

*********

I felt worthy pressing the intercom button at the uber-contemporary unmanned gatehouse in my new Mustang convertible; happy I wasn’t showing up in the 16-year-old delivery truck. We were buzzed in at ten after six, early enough to see the place in daylight, but close enough to evening that Darla wasn’t overdoing the dress code for a drink and a home tour.

The driveway really was long. As we came around, the line of trees broke revealing the first glimpse of the house, which was stunning. By the time you see it, you’re already almost on top of the front entrance looking down the length of two stories of pure glass intersecting with another glass wing in the distance offering a cutaway of the entire interior. The whole place glowed from the inside even in the daylight.

I struggled as I exited the car to absorb the panorama; the full length of Darla’s stockinged leg emerging up and through the split in her skirt on my right as she climbed out of my sports car, the glass monolith rising from the lush grounds on my left, and Rick strutting up the middle to greet us.

“Darla, Alvin, welcome!” (to ‘Fantasy Island’ I added in my own head.)

“Darla, you look lovely tonight.” (and me?)

“Thank You” she drew out with effort, never being one quite sure how to receive a compliment or produce the required fake graciousness. She was likely torn between thinking ‘Yes I know, planned it that way’ or ‘lovely? Is that the best you can do?’

They exchanged a hug, we a handshake, and handed him a token nickel of wine as underpayment for the tour as he conducted a ceremony that normally takes place in a foyer instead of a driveway. Once you passed the entrance gates to this inner sanctum, the lines were blurred between inside and outside with the house itself making barely gumushaneescortiste.com a distinction.

“Would you like to walk the property before it gets dark?” he suggested.

“Yes, definitely!” Darla responded, as she simultaneously signaled with a glance to be on alert to help with heels on grass.

She had been a horticulturist by education and no doubt just as eager to explore the landscape as she was the furniture collection.

Tall, thinly branched trees were planted in a connect-the-dots grid filling the front quadrant of yard created by the crossed wings of the house. We strolled the pathways and grounds with intermittent stops and conversation about plants, landscaping, history of the property, and the story behind the construction of the house as the light of the day slowly retired.

The emerging darkness forced retreat around the rear of the house revealing it’s layout as a massive “T-shape.” Protruding from the backside was a small-by-comparison thin plane of roof forming an outdoor living room on the first floor with a sunbathing deck above. The structure framed a grand view to the ocean of pool on the other side and created an invitation to this cozy, sofa-filled shoal. Glowing blue light washed the ceilings of the breezy hangout in the dusk of the evening and illuminated a grand canopy of cantilevered overhangs capping the main two-story wall of glass.

“Wow!” we said, or maybe only thought, struggling to swallow the radiance and magic of the view.

“Would you like a drink?” Rick offered as he welcomed us onto the polished stone landing of the pavilion toward a fully stocked bar with enough liquor to satisfy a thirsty resort crowd.

“Or a snack?” palming his hand to present a nice spread of nibbles, meats, and cheeses, seemingly placed and curated by a dismissed staff nowhere to be seen.

“Oh Rick, this is amazing, thank you,” I said appreciatively, humbled by hunger and thirst.

I reached with mild restraint to sample the goodies. We’d already stayed longer than I’d expected the whole tour to take and hadn’t even been inside the 8,000 square foot house yet.

“Darla, what would you like?” Rick proffered.

“I don’t know if you know what’s in it, but I love Lemon Drops or something close to that,” she posed, unaware of it’s inadvertent challenge to his skills.

“And you Alvin?”

“I hate to say I like girly drinks too,” I confessed as we all chuckled.

“Martinis all around then!” Rick announced and got busy while we molested the snacks.

Rick was an adept bartender and fairly quickly shook and poured to present Darla with her sugarcoated rimmed cocktail and seamlessly half-filling a second glass with the leftovers. He instantly proceeded to refill the shaker with more liquor to finish out the threesome of aligned glasses.

“Oh my God, this is good,” Darla anointed as she sipped, continuing to finger the snacks in a belated attempt to lay a foundation.

Once armed with cocktails and enough sustenance to keep our stomachs at bay, we continued for the inside portion of the tour. There was so much to look at with the open floor plan revealing everything at once and yet simultaneously teasing you from the other side of glass walls.

I could see Rick and Darla were not going to be breezing through this tour as every piece of furniture, wall art, and tchotchke required an in-depth sidebar into the designer, the items history, and its lineage. Upon reaching the Paul Evans collection they lost me in spirit as my body dutifully followed but my mind split from the tour group to wander and muse on the collage of interior architectural elements; the floating stained-wood open stairs, unseen air vents, a roof supported by glass, and where were the light switches?

Darla, an Objectophiliac, was in heaven, intoxicated at least as much by the objects in the room as the libation she was nursing. Her biggest challenge was not spilling the liquid from the precariously engineered conical glass in hand, balancing her act as she clicked through the rooms in heels while also bending forward and back as she fondled the knickknacks.

Rick’s biggest challenge was stealing glimpses of her naked tits during the bends while diverting my attention throwing bones of architectural interest.

He was gracious and adept at conversation, counterbalancing his charm, shared passions, and unmistakable attraction with Darla, without alienating or antagonizing me in any way. He juggled the two streams of dialog and neither of us felt cheated. I genuinely liked him, a class act and quality guy, even felt some empathy imagining he must be lonely in spite of his wealth, status, and the company he keeps.

After a quick peek into the kitchen, one of the rare spaces in the house not visible through glass, we concluded the first floor portion of the tour. Rick escorted me out for another round of drinks while Darla popped into the only other room without a glass door.

“So, Alvin, you’ve got quite a special lady there,” He attested.

“Yes, I know, it’ll be 30 years next Tuesday.”

“Wow, that’s impressive. You’re a lucky man.”

“Thank you, I think so too.”

“What about you, Rick? Do you share this place with anybody?”

“Well I’m sharing it with you two right now,” we both chuckled. Touché I thought.

“I’m just kidding…I have to entertain a lot, the construction business is still an old boys network”

“This would be a fantastic place to throw a party.”

“I’m sure Darla told you I’d been married for over 20 years myself. She was the love of my life and mother of my two grown children. My daughter works for a firm in Switzerland and my son’s in New York.”

“Wow,” – I added genuinely impressed at the family’s worldliness – “see them often?”

“I always make the time.”

“Girlfriend?”

“I’ve had some ‘special’ friends over the years…I am a pretty good catch.”

“I know, hell I’d marry you.”

Darla walked back in just in time to hear my proposal.

“You’re already married,” she retorted with a laugh, reaching for her second martini.

“Not willing to share me?”

“I’m sure we could work something out,” She continued to play along sitting back on her barstool.

Rick bantered with us from behind the bar for a while as we worked off the tops of the new drinks. Walking with a full martini glass can be it’s own field sobriety test.

“Ready for Part 2?” Rick probed our readiness to resume.

“While I still can,” Darla chimed.

We cautiously approached one of the open staircases guaranteed to reveal any latent acrophobia. Topping the height between floors, gaping space between steps, glass landing zones, not to mention two martinis and Darla having to scale them in tall heels would be a feat accompli.

“How am I going to make it back down these?” she verbalized with a hint of honest trepidation.

“I’m sure we can work something out,” I threw in, hoping to milk the callback for a laugh.

The upstairs tour moved along quicker with fewer sites to discuss. The floor to ceiling glass bedroom walls had an eerie effect, compositing a ghostly image of your reflection onto the dark backdrop of night from the outside. The estate was secure and private but I still felt exposed and it made you wonder if you were being watched.

Rick’s master suite took up half the second floor with an open, sumptuous, conjoined living and bedroom area outfitted with designer sofas, chairs, an oversized ottoman, and a big ass bed as the centerpiece, all opulently overlooking the throbbing glow of the pool below.

“Whoo, I need to sit for second,” Darla exclaimed.

“Overwhelmed by the view?” I interjected.

I knew full well it was the euphoria from mixing Vodka, Tommi Parzinger, Paul Evans, and Rick Favreau on an empty stomach. I could see her head was spinning in sapiosexual overload, enchanted by Rick’s knowledge and interest in a subject she couldn’t get enough of.

I casually commented on the upper deck right outside the glass bedroom wall, hoping this could be the next stop of the tour, and wanted to use the break to find a restroom.

“Use mine and feel free to wander, there’s nothing off limits. It’s just a house,” Rick volunteered.

His bathroom was a palace itself, clad in mosaic glass tile with plenty of room for cartwheels. Being alone made me aware just how strong my own buzz was. I was a bit lightheaded too, especially when looking into the mirror. Whoa, what a place, what a night! I thought.

Taking Rick up on his offer, I planned to explore the outside deck attached to his bedroom. When I walked out of the bathroom en route, I turned to catch a glimpse of Darla tilted slightly back in one of the vintage swivel bucket chairs with her left ankle extended straight out across Rick’s knee, gifting her stockinged leg into his possession. This was one of her classic flirt moves she’d used over the years to tease men and make them nervous. She liked to watch them squirm, unsure how to react to her provocative moves and comments, many times with me close by or seated next to her, which threw them even more off-balance.

Rick was being gentlemanly, sitting up straight on the adjacent sofa without a hand on her. I’m sure he’s resisted plenty of attention over the years by seductresses trying to lock him down and working to get the prenup waived.

I couldn’t help the urge and twisted back as I exited to blurt, “feel free to wander, there’s nothing off limits here…”

I pushed through the glass door, immediately hit by the breeze and the spectacular view overlooking the pool and surroundings. I sat down on the outside sofa to stop, smell the chlorine, and gaze for a while at the star-filled night sky. The scene was rimmed with shimmering soft blue light on the undersides of the towering trees that encircled the ocean of water below.

Conflicted between soaking this in forever and not abandoning Darla, I eventually headed back to check on her. As I reached to enter the glass door, Darla was gone from the chair. Disquieted for a microsecond, then seeing her head bob up from behind it, I’d realized they’d taken my joking comment as an endorsement. My hand fell from the handle. I stood watching, hoping my presence was concealed by the dark night behind me. Rick was bolstered stiffly against the back of the sofa watching her admirably as she stroked and sucked the first fresh dick she’d had in decades.

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More Park Adventures

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Well, its me again. That guy stuck in San Marcos of all places. Thanks for the responses. This is another story of mine that I would love to experience but as of yet, have not. I’m sorry its not “true”, but it could happen.

So, my job finally takes me out of town. I was to have my own hotel room and my mind flooded with ideas. I knew it was finally time to live out my oral gangbang fantasy. I get up to Dallas early in the morning. It was a Friday (of all days) and I was expected to put in a full day before heading back for my weekend off. In other words, I knew I could play all Friday night.

This was something I’ve thought about many times but never had the opportunity. After work, I knew would chicken out so I went to the liquor store to buy a bottle. I get back to the hotel around 8pm, strip and take some shots. Before long my head was spinning. I opened up my laptop and hopped online. I went to my fav gay chat site and posted my profile stating what I was looking for. I received too many instant messages Avrupalı porno to handle. My head was spinning even faster as I took more shots while reading how these guys wanted to circle around me while they stroked their cocks while I suck them off. I took a few more shots and fell to the bed. I couldn’t believe I was doing it and I tried to stop as I wrote out more specific criteria. Then typed my hotel and room number. I had one last chance to stop but I took another shot and hit enter.

My profile with my room number inviting interested “qualified” guys to come over was sent over the internet for all to see. I had a few responses telling me they were cumming over but I was almost passed out and couldn’t really see them. I walked over, cracked the door and went back to the bed.

I waited there on the bed looking at cum shot pics knowing that I was gonna soon be covered in cum myself. About 10 minutes later, the door opened. In walked a guy about my age. As per instructions, Video porno he came over beside the bed and pulled out his cock. Not as soon as I got his cock in my mouth, the door swung open again and again.

Before another 20 minutes had passed. I had ten guys in my room, standing around me with their cocks out, stroking. I was on my hands and knees sucked as fast as I could. Every now and then, I would be handed the bottle to “wash down the cum”. One guy after another would take turns in my mouth. Many of them would grab or slap my ass. I was finally being used the way I had always dreamed about.

In chatting earlier that night, I had told a guy about my “bathroom” fantasies. Luckily, he showed up. He was a dom. That was pretty evident. The kind of guy you noticed. When he entered the room, the other guys kind of backed off. He told everyone of my fantasy which humiliated me but also made my cock rock hard. He stood me up and led me to the bathroom. By this time there were only about 5 guys there. I was made to sit on my knees in the tub. As per the doms instructions, each guy walked up and took turns pissing on me. I was told whether to stand or turn around, the only rule was they couldn’t pee on my face.

The smell made me so hot I almost passed out. The dom then asked if I liked it, I was about to say yes when he pushed his cock into my mouth. In only a few strokes his cum flooded my mouth. The scene must have been too much for the others. Their cocks were hard again and they gathered around me. I held me head back as I started to feel the cum splash against my face. Once the last guy came, the water was turned on to wash away the pee but the cum stayed on my face.

The group left as they came and I was finally alone again. It was a whirlwind that lasted only about an hour and a half. When all was said and done, I was disappointed that only about 8 guys came on my face. Many of them just came in to watch. Many more guys showed up but were nervous with that many people around and couldn’t “perform”.

I don’t know about the watersports again. I was pretty drunk and while “interesting”, it didn’t do too much for me. But, I am always open to suck cock, the more the better.

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Sex with a Stranger Ch. 02

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Jessie couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She had just been eaten out by a woman for the first time, a stranger, and her body was still recovering from the strongest climax of her life. Knowing more was to come made her shiver in anticipation.

She looked over at the woman — she didn’t even know her name, and that also added to her sense of excitement. The woman stood up, and with her back to Jessie, began undressing, pulling her top over her head and kicking off her pants. She had no bra or panties, obviously having been prepared for a night of passion. She turned back around to face Jessie on the bed. She was tall, with long brunette hair, small perky breasts with large pink nipples and a landing strip of dark pubic hair. Jessie could see a little wet peaking out from her pussy lips and licked her lips in response. She was beautiful, and Jessie felt a thrill of exhilaration run through her, knowing the pleasure this woman had just given her, and that woman was turned on by her as well.

The woman smiled sensually at the sight of Jessie on the bed, breathing heavily, perspiration covering her skin, juices still wet on her thighs. Now naked, she sat back down on the bed, and Jessie felt herself moving almost unconsciously, to sit up and kiss her softly, tongue flicking out to lick her luscious top lip, then moving down to take one of her pinkish nubs in her mouth and suck. The woman put her hand on the back of Jessie’s head, thrusting out her chest. Jessie moved to her other nipple and suckled until both were turned into hard points.

“That’s nice,” she murmured, letting Jessie play with her breasts for several minutes. Then she pulled away, ignoring Jessie’s protests. çankırı escort “But I have something else in mind.”

“You are mine to play with,” she said, standing up, and walking over to the nightstand. Jessie looked over curiously, sexual tension building. She had already mentally given in to going along with anything. Giving up control completely turned Jessie on more than she realized. But then again, before tonight she had never imagined having sex with a woman either.

She saw the woman open the drawer, pull something out, and turn back around. Jessie let out a gasp when she realized the woman was holding a double-ended strap on, eyes wide at the size of the attached dildos. The two cocks were at least 8 inches long each and thick, bigger than anything that had ever been inside her.

“Don’t worry baby,” the woman said softly, rubbing up and down the shaft of one of the cocks in her hand. “I know you’ll be able to take it, every bit. You need a good fucking, and that is what you are going to get.”

Jessie couldn’t take her eyes off the large, flesh-colored dildos attached to the strap on, as the woman grabbed some lube off the night stand. She poured some on the dick facing her, stepped in the leg bands and inserted it slowly, until it was completely inside her, eyes closed with a slight smile on her face. She reached behind her to fasten it behind her.

She walked back toward the bed, fake dick sticking out in front of her, and stood directly in front of Jessie’s face. “Suck my cock,” she said in a commanding tone. Jessie responded immediately, reaching up with one hand to grab the large unit and leaning forward licking the firm head with her tongue. cankiriescort.net She slid the head into her hungry mouth, sucking, then pulled off to lick up and down the shaft.

“Good girl,” the woman murmured. “You deserve a reward. Get up on all fours.”

Jessie felt pride at the compliment, and did what she was told, body shivering in anticipation. She had never had such a huge dick inside her, real or toy, and the thought of that monster thrilled her, but also scared her. That combination was a major turn on, and she could feel the wetness rolling down from her pussy.

She closed her eyes as she felt the woman’s lube covered fingers caress her still swollen clit, and fingers slip inside her. She couldn’t stop a moan from escaping her lips, and she pushed back with a desperate craving.

“Oh baby, you need this don’t you,” she said, voice deep with desire.

“God yes,” Jessie sighed. “Please”.

The fingers were removed and quickly replaced with the tip of the large dildo. She pushed forward, and Jessie’s pussy entrance stretched to accommodate the girth from the large head. Inch by inch she thrust slowly, until the woman’s fake dick was fully embedded inside her, pussy against Jessie’s ass. The woman stopped there, letting her adjust to this new thickness.

Jessie couldn’t stand it, blind need taking over, and she pushed her ass back against the woman’s pelvis.

“Ok baby, I can tell what you want. Get ready for the fucking of your life.” She pulled all the way out except for the tip. Jessie let out a painful whimper of protest at this new emptiness inside her, and then the woman slammed completely back inside her wet and juicy pussy.

All the breath inside Jessie was pushed out with the pressure. The woman grabbed Jessie’s waist firmly and began pounding her cunt relentlessly. Jessie was like a rag doll, unable to do anything but hang on with her hands to the pillow underneath her as she was being fucked hard and fast.

The massive dildo filled her to the hilt, intensity building, and Jessie couldn’t do anything but take it, being used, grunting and moaning helplessly as she was pushed to her peak.

The woman dug her fingers into her skin, the slight pain added to the to the undeniable pleasure of the rutting, and Jessie knew she wouldn’t hold out much longer.

“Fuck, you are so tight,” the woman growled, unbelievably ramming faster. “You are going to make me come.”

Just then, Jessie completely lost all control, screaming out unintelligibly, pussy contracting around the fake cock buried inside her, juices spurting out around it, at the same moment the woman slammed into her one last time and froze as she also climaxed around the dick inside her, her own juices flowing out, down, to mix with Jessie’s juices.

Jessie collapsed down on the bed, dildo pulling out, and the woman dropped down beside her, cock resting against Jessie’s hip. She turned her head to look at the women.

“That was amazing,” she said quietly, completely exhausted, body still throbbing with the after effects of another amazing orgasm.

She reached over, running her fingers over the side of Jessie’s cheek gently. “I agree, you are something really special.” She leaned over to brush a gentle kiss against her lips.

Jessie felt so relaxed, she closed her eyes for a quick rest. The woman stood up and pulled a blanket over her prone form.

“Get some rest sweetie, you earned it.”

Jessie barely heard her, as she drifted off to sleep, body wrung out from pleasure, completely satisfied.

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The Scene Ch. 01: The Script

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You know how people can gossip, even over something as harmless as two people doing a script reading together?

That’s why I’d parked four streets away from Chloe’s house.

I wasn’t able to stop right outside anyway because of parking restrictions, and although there were closer places, I didn’t mind a little walk. Spring was in the air, the evenings were lighter and warmer, and I was in a good mood. Being asked to mentor one of the local teenagers was flattering. It confirmed that I’d made it in the local community, and was respected – at least by some.

Of course, my wife couldn’t see it that way. She had to find it threatening instead. Her jealousy towards Chloe had become ridiculous. So maybe one reason I had parked so far away was because my wife didn’t know I was here. Well, not here exactly. She knew I was doing the reading with Chloe, she just didn’t know it was at her house. I must have forgotten to tell her that part – what she didn’t know couldn’t hurt her, after all.

I just didn’t see the problem. Yes, Chloe was a pretty girl – a very pretty girl, in fact; some might even say she was beautiful. She was also outgoing, friendly, bubbly, and funny. She was the kind of girl that lit up whichever room she was in, and she was almost universally liked because she was just so friendly to everyone. But maybe that was why the older women distrusted her. They’d all seen her blossom from an awkward and bratty fourteen-year-old into the gorgeous and voluptuous young woman she was today, and they saw the effect her pretty smile and her curvy petite frame had on their husbands. But my wife must have realized she didn’t affect me in that way. I was well beyond flirting with eighteen-year-old girls.

Of course, that didn’t mean that my heart didn’t leap a bit when she opened the door to me, grinning excitedly. Her hair was down and she looked so pretty when she was smiling. OK, so maybe she always had this effect on me, but it didn’t mean anything. I mean, it’s not like I was going to act on it. I may have noticed certain things about her – like the tight T-shirt she was wearing today, which made her burgeoning breasts hard to ignore – but they just didn’t affect me in that way. Not in the slightest.

“Hi, Harry! Thanks for coming!” she said happily.

“My pleasure,” I said, in a gentlemanly kind of way.

She beckoned me into the house.

“Do you want a Coke or something?” she asked.

“Yeah, Coke would be nice, thanks,” I replied, and I watched her skip into the kitchen. I couldn’t help but admire her ass as she walked away; it was full without being large, and looked fantastic in the jeans she was wearing.

Her mum came downstairs.

“Hi, Harry,” she said.

“Hi, Pam, how are you?” I replied, hoping she hadn’t noticed me checking out her daughter’s ass.

“Fine, thanks. So you’re rehearsing this mystery scene, are you?” she asked.

“I’ve got no idea yet,” I told her, smiling.

Chloe returned and handed me a glass, then started up the stairs.

“You’re not planning to rehearse in your bedroom are you?” her mum asked quickly.

“Yeah, why?” Chloe replied, stopping on the second step.

“I don’t mind if you want to rehearse down here.”

“No thanks, mum, we really don’t want an audience; it’s so embarrassing when you’re doing a first read-through,” Chloe told her.

“Well, yes, but I’m sure Harry’s wife would prefer it if …”

“Actually, she doesn’t know I’m here,” I interjected.

Chloe’s mum just stared at me in puzzlement for a minute.

“There you go mum, it doesn’t matter which room we’re in because she doesn’t know he’s here anyway,” Chloe said, and I had to admire her logic. “Let’s go, Harry,” she said to me, and started back up the stairs.

“Let me know if you need anything!” her mum called up after her.

“Just some privacy, thanks!” she giggled from the hallway above us. Her mum rolled her eyes.

“I’ll see you later,” I said, and then I followed Chloe upstairs.

She led me into a smallish bedroom which was dominated by a double bed, and sat down on the edge of the mattress. I sat next to her.

“Right, so what’s the plan for tonight, then?” I asked.

“Well I’m doing this play for college, and, well, I’m just really nervous about this one scene. I was hoping you’d help me get comfortable with it. The dialog just seems really forced and the action is really embarrassing. I have to do it with this freak called Brian, and he’s so spotty and ugly, and he’s always perving on me. I feel so much more comfortable with you, Harry, that’s why I wanted you to help.”

“So what’s the scene?”

“Oh well I printed out a copy for you, it’s only one page.”

I glanced down at the sheet she handed me.

“OK, so I’m Tom?” I asked.

“Er, yeah, you’re Tom and I’m Daisy, obviously.”

“OK, well, I guess you go first.”

Chloe put on a higher voice than usual, and started reading from her script.

“Oh, Tom, you know how much I love you.”

“Oh, baby, if you love me, why won’t you show it?”

“I kiss you on the cheek now. I show you every day, Tom. You know I’m not interested in anyone Uzun porno else.”

“I just need you to do this one thing for me, baby, to prove you’re really mine. Jesus, this dialog is lame.”

“I know. But I’ve never done it with anyone before.”

“Just lie down, baby.”

“OK so now you push me down onto the bed, and lie next to me,” Chloe told me.

“We’ll skip that part,” I suggested quickly.

“Oh, Tom! Kiss me!”

“Mwah!” I said, kissing the air.

“Very funny.”

“Oh, Daisy!”

“Now you rip my panties off.”

“Huh?” I exclaimed, and then I blushed as I read the corresponding stage direction. “Actually, it says I whip them off, not rip them off. But we’ll skip that too,” I said.

“What are you doing?” Chloe read.

“And that!” I laughed, after reading the next stage direction to myself.

“Oh, Tom, stop it! That feels so good! You’re so hard!”

“How about if I … oh, really? How about if I put it here? Cheesus! Do guys your age really talk like this?”

“Um … they kind of do actually. Oh, Tom, don’t, it feels so good there.”

“I want to …” I said, before spluttering with laughter.

“Just read the line, Harry.”

“I want to push it inside you,” I said, putting on a girlie voice. “I want to fuck you.”

“Stop it, Harry. Ohhh, God, Tom, I want you to fuck me too, it’s just …”

At that point Chloe let out a blood-curdling scream. I put my hands over my ears to protect myself.

“Oh my God, Chloe, what the hell was that?”

“It says she screams.”

“Yeah, but … I don’t think she screams like that!”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not a horror movie! She’s not screaming because she being bitten in half!”

“Well that’s the point of having you here, Harry, you need to help me get this stuff right.”

“OK, well we’ll work on that scream, then. If my ears can handle it!”

At that point, Chloe’s mum burst through the door.

“What’s going on? Are you OK?” she said to her daughter.

Chloe laughed. “You’re such a doofus, mum. I have to scream. It’s in the stage directions.”

Her mum rolled her eyes. “Well you could have warned me! Anyone want a cuppa?”

“Mum, we’ve only been up here five minutes; can we just have some peace? So we can rehearse?”

“OK, well scream if you want anything,” her mum said, winking at me as she closed the door.

“Ha ha, mum,” Chloe said to the closed door. “OK, so it’s your line now.”

“Oh. Er, mmm,” I said.

Chloe paused.

“You OK?” I asked her.

“I’m just waiting for my mum to go downstairs before I read the next line,” she grinned.

We listened until we heard receding footsteps on the stairs, then Chloe continued.

“Oh my God! You popped my cherry!” Chloe said, sounding somewhat pleased, and holding my gaze for a little longer than necessary. I felt a slight stirring in my trousers.

“It’s done now. Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

There was no more dialog. We both laughed, a little nervously.

“That’s it?” I asked.

“Yeah, I told you it was only a short scene.”

“But this next stage direction … what kind of play is this?”

“It’s about sexual awakening or some shit like that.”

“This bit’s about rape.”

“Oh, Harry, it’s not really rape, is it?”

“Well, yes. Yes it is.”

“But she wants it. It’s every girl’s fantasy to be dominated like that.”

I studied her face as the last words she said rang around my head. She looked away, blushing slightly.

“Is it? Like that?” I asked.

“Well, maybe not exactly like that, but you know.”

“So like that, except she says yes?”

“Er, well, yeah, I guess you could put it that way.”

“But this is a bit racy for school isn’t it?”

“College, Harry. That’s what you do at college. Sex, sex, sex. All the tutors are obsessed with it. Like, one of them asked everyone’s favourite sexual position on the first day.”

For a moment I wondered what her reply had been.

“Is that even legal?” I asked instead.

“We’re all eighteen, Harry. It’s just what drama college is like. We’re supposed to be testing our boundaries as actors, exploring taboos, shit like that. God, Harry, you’re worse than my mum!”

“And what does your mum think about this play?”

“I ain’t told her yet,” Chloe said, grinning cleverly.

“I’m not surprised!”

“OK so let’s read it through once more.”

“That’s all you want me to do?”

“Well no but once we’ve read the words again then we can try acting it out properly.”

“What, you mean like making it sound more in character? I’m not a very good actor.”

“That’s OK, you don’t need to be, I’ll act it, you just do your best.”

“OK,” I smiled.

“Oh, Tom, you know how much I love you,” Chloe said, putting some real emotion behind it this time.

“Oh, baby, if you love me, why won’t you show it?” I said. I was trying to act but it came out wrong.

Chloe kissed me gently on the cheek. I flinched slightly. “That’s good,” she whispered.

I blushed. Where she kissed still Öğrenci porno felt warm, almost tingly, and I felt another stirring in my trousers. I hoped my little friend was going to behave himself tonight.

“I show you every day, Tom,” Chloe continued. “You know I’m not interested in anyone else.”

“I just need you to do this one thing for me, baby, to prove you’re really mine.”

“But I’ve never done it with anyone before.”

“Just lie down, baby.”

“Oh, Tom! Kiss me!”

Chloe offered her cheek and pointed to it, smiling, so I gave her a quick peck.

“Oh, Daisy!”

I reached my hands around Chloe’s waist and touched her jeans, then mimed whipping her panties off. Chloe smiled at me, a seductive smile that made me blush again.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m just miming taking your …”

“That’s my next line. What are you doing?”

“Oh right, sorry,” I said awkwardly.

“Oh, Tom, stop it! That feels so good! You’re so hard!”

My trousers twitched again. I silently told myself to stop it.

“How about if I put it here?” I said, raising my eyebrows and pointing at the crotch of Chloe’s jeans. Chloe laughed.

“Oh, Tom, don’t, it feels so good there.”

I looked deep into Chloe’s eyes. “I want to push it inside you. I want to fuck you,” I told her – in character, of course – and I saw her pupils visibly dilate.

“Ohh, God, Tom, I want to fuck me too, it’s just …”

I started sniggering.

“You want to fuck yourself?” I asked. She hit me on the arm. “Wouldn’t that make you a lesbian?” I continued, smirking.

“I’m still learning the lines, Harry. OK, so how should I scream?”

“Well, it’s like a combination of pain and pleasure and surprise I guess. Pain because he’s popping her cherry – you know, tearing her hymen or whatever, plus she’s probably really, er, you know, tight.”

“Tight?” Chloe queried.

“Yeah, you know, down there. He has to stretch her, you know, her vagina.”

“Her vagina?” Chloe said sarcastically. “You mean her pussy?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re blushing, Harry,” Chloe said, smiling sweetly at me.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“So you’re saying that her pussy is tight because she’s never been fucked, so as well as tearing her hymen and making her bleed, he has to stretch it out, and that’s painful the first time,” Chloe summarized.

“Yeah, exactly. I mean sometimes the hymen already got, er, you know. Sometimes there’s no blood, I guess. I mean a finger, or a vibrator …”

“Or a candle, or hairbrush handle, or a beer bottle, or a TV remote!” Chloe laughed.

“Yeah,” I laughed back, relaxing slightly. “Yeah, I mean if a girl masturbates … inside herself … then she can tear her hymen way before she actually, you know, has sex.”

“Maybe even a tampon?” Chloe said.

“A tampon?”

“Yeah, Harry, you might just think it just gets used for sex; maybe you forgot that we bleed out of it every month.”

“Oh, well, not having one myself …” I stuttered.

“Anyway, you know we did Sex Ed at school, right?” Chloe grinned at me.

“Of course you did. You probably know more about this than I do,” I laughed.

“Well, duh! It was cute hearing you stumble your way through it, though!” Chloe giggled.

“Anyway, that’s the pain part. Then the pleasure part is …”

“She likes getting dominated and fucked by her man,” Chloe said.

“Er … yeah. I was just going to say … never mind, we can go with what you said. And then surprise because …”

“Because he just jumped her.”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“I can do surprise. How do I get the pain and pleasure part right?”

“Well you need to draw from experience, I guess. I mean, don’t you remember your first time?”

“Oh, er … not really, no. Let’s use your experience instead. You’ve fucked a virgin before, right?”

“Er … yeah. Not for a while, but … yeah.”

“Good. So how does this sound?”

Chloe screamed.

“Can you kind of mix the scream with a sexual moan, like ‘ahhh’?” I suggested.

“Like what?” Chloe said, smiling at me, her cheeks a little red.

“Ahhhh,” I repeated, acting the best sexual moan I could.

She bit her lip and blinked a few times. “OK, I’ll try,” she said.

Chloe screamed again, and this time it turned me on to hear it. I felt a familiar twitching; my dick had become semi-hard now. I glanced down, praying nothing was visible. It wasn’t.

“That’s much better, Chloe. Mmm,” I said.

“Oh my God! You popped my cherry!”

“It’s done now. Do you want me to stop?”

“Don’t you fucking dare.”

We both laughed again.

“Seriously, that dialog is so lame,” I said.

“I know, I think one of the students wrote this.”

“It shows.”

“Well we don’t have much choice I’m afraid.”

“OK so, another read through?”

“Can we do the stage directions this time?” Chloe asked.

“No way!” I laughed.

“What? Why not?” Chloe asked, somewhat alarmed.

“Are you being serious? I can’t do those stage directions with you!”

“But I need to get this scene nailed, Harry. Reading it through is one thing, but I really need to get the acting right too.”

“But these directions are crazy!”

“It’s all we have to work with.”

“But that last one …”

“That’s the one I need the most help with.”

I just stared at Chloe with my mouth open for a minute, then I read the script, just to double check I wasn’t seeing things.

“Tom starts fucking Daisy hard, ramming into her repeatedly while she screams in pleasure?” I said.

“Yeah.”

“What part of it do you need help with?” I asked.

“Like, how should I lie? Should I move while he’s doing it? What kind of noise should I make? An actor has to think about all these things. But I don’t have anything to, er, draw on.”

“Oh I, er, I see.”

Chloe started laughing.

“Look, Harry, there’s no need to get nervous. We’re both fully clothed, it’s not like I’m about to do anything with you. It’s just acting, OK?”

“Yeah, that’s fine, I’m just wondering what my … never mind. Just, if my wife asks, can you tell her we were just reading?”

“We’re not doing anything wrong, Harry.”

“I know, but, just to avoid any misunderstandings. I already lied to her about where I was going, so one more little fib won’t really …”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. Oh, Tom, you know how much I love you.”

“Oh, baby, if you love me, why won’t you show it?”

Chloe kissed me on the cheek again, more wetly this time. My cheek tingled again. It felt as if she was putting more into the kiss than she let on. Acting, I guessed.

“I show you every day, Tom. You know I’m not interested in anyone else.”

“I just need you to do this one thing for me, baby, to prove you’re really mine.”

“But I’ve never done it with anyone before.”

“Just lie down, baby.”

I paused, waiting for the next line.

“Push me over then,” Chloe said.

“You want me to …”

“It says, ‘Tom pushes Daisy backwards onto the bed and lies down next to her.’ I want you to do what it says.”

I gave Chloe a gentle shove on the shoulders. She didn’t move; I thought maybe she was resisting on purpose.

“You’ll have to do it harder than that, Harry,” she said impatiently.

I shoved again, a little harder this time. She still didn’t move. I saw her crack a smile.

“Fine!” I shouted, then I shoved her shoulders as hard as I could, with my full weight behind it.

This time she wasn’t resisting at all; we both tumbled onto the bed, laughing, with me on top of Chloe.

I pushed myself off her with my hands and looked at her. Her hair was messed up all over her face. Her beauty made me catch my breath, and my heart forgot to beat for a second. I gulped.

“Like that?” I asked.

“Yeah,” she replied, looking up at me with a huge smile on her face, “like that!”

I stood back up and looked down at her, spread-eagled on the bed. Her legs had come apart and her jeans were tight against her crotch, the seams all coming together right over her pussy. I felt the sudden urge to … but I suppressed it. Instead, I lay down on my side next to her, and she turned her head to face me.

“Oh, Tom! Kiss me!” she said.

I looked into her eyes, wondering what she expected me to do next. The stage directions said I had to kiss her on the lips.

“Oh, Tom! Kiss me!” she repeated.

I leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek.

“Harry, it says on the lips.”

I gulped again.

“Yeah but I’m not sure I should really do that.”

“Harry, we’re just acting, remember? You get married actors, right? It doesn’t mean anything. Just do what the script says. Oh, Tom! Kiss me!”

I leaned over her, and gave her a quick peck on the lips.

“Oh, Daisy,” I said.

“Now you have to take my panties off, but we can’t do that yet. There’s a trick to it, but I have to wait for my stage knickers to arrive before we can practice it.”

I sat up on the bed.

“A trick?” I asked her, intrigued.

“Well not like a magic trick. I have to wear flesh-coloured stage knickers. You can get them online and they can match your exact flesh tone from a photo. Then I put little panties on top.”

“Oh, I see. That’s clever.”

“Yeah, well, obviously the college doesn’t want real nudity in the show!”

“Well yeah, you don’t want the whole room seeing your pussy!”

Chloe bit her lip and started playing with her hair. Her voice became seductive.

“Well no, not the whole room … but I mean, if you want, I could take my jeans off now, then you could take my panties off me for real?” she suggested.

“Um …” I began, but then my jaw fell open as she started playing with the button on her jeans. I seemed to be unable to do anything except stare as she unfastened the button and pulled the zipper down. She pulled the fly apart and I saw the front of her lacy panties, black, with little spots of naked flesh everywhere. My mouth went dry as I looked at her, lying there, undressing for me. Her eyes seemed so big all of a sudden. I watched her lift her bum off the bed so she could push her jeans off … then I snapped back to reality.

“Stop! No, Chloe, that’s fine, we’ll just mime it for now,” I stammered, looking down at my crotch again to make sure my erection wasn’t visible. There was a slight bulge which I hoped she wouldn’t notice.

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Spencer couldn’t believe it.

His mum had won a holiday to Ibiza from a competition off the back of a box of cornflakes. First, she’d told him she wasn’t going to take him, which wasn’t such a huge shock. The prize was for two and of course she’d take her boyfriend, that arsehole Roger.

But then, instead of having three weeks on his own, she’d asked her old friend Emma to come and stay to look after him! At the age of eighteen, he didn’t need a bloody babysitter! And who the hell was this Emma? He could barely remember her because she’d moved to Dubai with her family ten years ago and Mum had stayed in touch with her by mail so he’d not seen her since.

Ironically, he did have some vague memories of Emma babysitting him when he was a child, after his father had left them. Apparently she’d been a neighbour and got close to his mum despite their age difference; she was probably only ten or so years older than him.

She was in the process of moving back to the UK having divorced her husband and it suited her to have a place to stay for a few weeks and, of course, it suited his mum to curtail any freedom he might have had while she was gone.

It’s not like he would have had lots of wild parties. Frankly he didn’t really have enough friends to have a party as such. But, like any other healthy eighteen year old boy, he’d been looking forward to having the run of the house. Going out whenever he wanted to. Drinking perhaps. And of course watching mountains of porn.

But now here he was, waiting at Waterloo station, for the person who was going to make the next three weeks hell rather than the potential heaven it could have been. He knew for a fact Mum had talked to Emma about the long list of rules to which he had to adhere.

The only upside might be that he had an indistinct memory that Emma had been a good-looking girl. Of course at eight, he’d not really understood such things, but, if she were still as hot as he thought she might be, at least he would be able to secretly ogle her while she was here.

“Spencer, is that you?”

Spencer turned to face his oppressor and stopped dead. And then he began to blush, as he did in the presence of any attractive woman. Or in this case in the presence of a very attractive woman indeed.

She was tall, almost as tall as him, with a wide knowing smile and big dark eyes. Her lipstick was a shocking red and she was wearing a blue fitted cardigan and jeans. Her shiny dark brown hair was shoulder-length and her figure was perfect: long lithe legs and, most exciting of all, breasts that were almost too large for her slender body.

Not that Spencer was in any way fussy. As an eighteen year old virgin who had never even had a sniff of a snog, he couldn’t afford to be. But he’d decided he was definitely a breast man. While masturbating he would always time his ejaculation to the sight of a big-bosomed centrefold or a busty porn star taking it at both ends.

Which explained why the sight of Emma’s slightly tanned and extremely impressive cleavage had instantly given him a hard-on. He desperately hoped she wouldn’t notice.

“Hello, Emma,” he mumbled.

“Spencer! Wow, I know it sounds stupid but you’ve really grown. Look at you!” Emma replied happily. “Come here!” she smiled as she stepped forward for a hug.

Spencer awkwardly allowed her hold him, trying to keep his crotch from pressing revealingly into her. Her hair smelt fresh and her breasts felt substantial and firm against his chest. With a slight groan at his loss of control, he stopped holding his hips back and allowed his erection to briefly push against her tummy.

She must have noticed but didn’t react beyond a slight twitch of one of her eyebrows.

“I can’t believe how much you’ve changed,” she commented as he pulled her suitcase along en route to the taxi rank. “It only feels like yesterday when I was wrestling with you on your mum’s sofa!”

The thought of wrestling with Emma almost caused Spencer to groan involuntarily again. But he felt embarrassed too. His mum always said what a gorgeous little boy he’d been, usually when she having a go at him for the way he now dressed or for not washing properly. He knew he didn’t cut an attractive figure, slightly overweight with greasy black hair and a faceful of zits. He also dressed exclusively in dark heavy goth-like clothing but this was all a way of hiding from the real world and particularly from the very girls with whom he was sexually obsessed. He was sure Emma would be remembering that handsome young boy and was disgusted by the ugly teenager he’d become.

Hence despite Emma’s friendliness, he was brusque, almost surly in his responses to her questions as they travelled home. By the time they got back to the house, he was utterly in love yet at the same time angry with her for being so nice to him. She had obviously sensed his mood as she had stopped trying to engage him in conversation.

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At the house, he showed Emma to his mum’s bedroom which she’d be using for her stay.

“I izmir escort know it’s pretty early but I’m still jet lagged so I’m going to skip supper and go and have a bath and get to bed, Spencer,” she said. “You’ve got school tomorrow so please don’t stay up too late,” she added.

Spencer could have kicked himself. He was going to spend three whole weeks, with the most gorgeous woman he’d ever met in his life and he’d already pissed her off by being a petulant twat.

He made his way downstairs to the kitchen to have something to eat before settling down in front of the TV, his erection still uncomfortable in his black jeans. He decided to wait until she was asleep before having a wank.

He could hear her moving around in the bathroom upstairs and rubbed his cock through his trousers at the thought of her having a bath. He imagined her big breasts floating in the foam; he imagined her towelling her gorgeous body dry; he imagined her rubbing moisturiser into her long sexy legs. Oh shit, she was so beautiful.

At last he heard the creaks of his mum’s bed as she got in and, not long afterwards, the sound of her turning off the lamp.

He waited another few impatient minutes before slipping up to his room to get a porn DVD and an old pair of underpants to mop up any mess. On the way back down, he paused outside her bedroom door. Nothing. She was fast asleep.

Back in the living room, he turned on the TV and forwarded the DVD to his favourite scene where two stunning models give a blowjob to a ridiculously lucky photographer. He’d not realised it before but the girl on the left didn’t look too dissimilar to Emma. She had black hair but her body was just as lovely although her breasts were even larger, artificially so, he guessed.

At last he pulled out his cock and began to masturbate, imagining that he was getting a two-girl blowjob from Emma and a pretty blonde, such as Suzy Simpson from his class.

He was just beginning to speed up, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer, when he got the shock of his life.

“Spencer!”

He grabbed the underpants and covered himself reflexively as he turned to see Emma standing behind the sofa wearing a white silky gown. She appeared more amused than horrified as she looked up from Spencer’s cock to see the blonde on screen swallow a huge penis like it was a lolly.

“Oh shit,” he moaned, mortified at being caught and desperately trying to put his dick away. “I’m so sorry.”

She smiled as she walked past him to go to the kitchen. “Don’t worry!” she giggled. “You’re a teenage boy. I’d be amazed if you weren’t wanking at least once a day. Don’t stop on my account! I only wanted a glass of water.”

Spencer didn’t know what to do. He’d expected her to be upset. But she seemed to think it was funny. He was trying to remember whether he’d been murmuring her name when she’d walked in. Oh no, how embarrassing. What if she told his mum?

But she’d just looked at the porn like it was the latest Disney cartoon. And she’d actually encouraged him to continue having a wank.

She popped her head around the corner. “Spencer would you like a beer?”

“What! Um, well, I’m not supposed to have one. They’re Roger’s,” he replied in confusion, referring to his mum’s boyfriend.

“Don’t worry; we’ll replace them before they get back.” After his amazed pause, she added, “Well, would you like one?”

“Um, yeah, sure, I mean, yes please.”

She popped back into the kitchen but was back almost immediately with two cans of beer.

“I think I’ll have one too. Budge up then,” she ordered as she sat down to his right.

As he took the beer, he realised the underpants were on the floor and his cock was still sticking out of his jeans. He was holding the DVD remote in his left hand and the can of beer in his right.

“I know your mum gave me a big list of things you can’t do but, the way I see it, what she doesn’t know won’t bother her. I spent years looking after you and I’ve still got a big soft spot for you. I noticed you had a big hard spot for me at the station!” she said nodding at his hard penis.

“Oh, I’m so sorry…” he began.

“Don’t worry; it’s really flattering that I had that effect on you! I know I must seem like an old lady to you but I’d like to be your friend, Spencer.”

“Oh, no Emma. You’re the most gorgeous woman ever!” he replied vehemently.

“Really? What about all the pretty young things at your school? Aren’t they much more beautiful than me?” she teased.

“Oh, no. Really, I’ve never met anyone as beautiful as you.”

“Spencer, you’re a gentleman. That’s a lovely thing to say. Thanks,” she said.

After a pause she added, “Go on then, keep going, you’re missing a good bit,” gesturing to the screen on which the man was now fucking his dark-haired co-star up her arse while the blonde lay underneath them licking his balls.

His cock twitched. Breathing heavily he moved his hand towards it before realising he was still holding izmirescort.asia the beer.

“Here,” Emma said, “Let me do that for you.”

He held out the beer for her but she just laughed. “No, silly. Not that. This,” she added as her cool right hand gently clasped his hot aching erection.

“Ohhhh,” Spencer moaned in disbelief as she began to slowly and gently masturbate him. He noticed that the varnish on her perfectly manicured nails matched her lipstick.

“Maybe I should take that beer after all,” Emma suggested as he almost dropped it. “Don’t worry I won’t stop!” she said as she took it from him.

“Oh, Emma,” Spencer murmured inarticulately.

“You know it’s funny,” she said. “The number of times I saw your cock when you were a boy in the bath or while you were getting changed. I never thought that one day I’d be wanking it and that it would grow into such a big one.”

“Really?” Spencer was surprised.

“Oh, yes, darling. You’re not small at all. I’ve seen a lot of cocks and yours is one of the biggest.”

“Wow, thanks!” he exclaimed.

“Pay attention to the screen. Look, that blonde one’s licking his cock again, after it’s been up the other one’s bum as well. What a dirty slut!”

Listening to Emma talk so explicitly, Spencer desperately bucked his hips trying to get her to move her hand faster but she let go of him.

“Ah, ah, ah!” she warned musically. “Slow down, lover.” Bewitched, he nodded and she started again.

“So which one do you prefer – the blonde or the dark one, Spencer?”

“The dark one,” he replied as they watched her lick her colleague’s pussy.

“Why her? Isn’t the blonde one prettier?” Her voice was honeyed and smooth. And highly seductive.

“I love her boobs,” he grunted in reply.

“Oh, you like big boobs then? Even unnatural ones like hers? They wouldn’t feel very nice, I think.” Emma was smiling her worldly smile again.

“I don’t know. I’ve never touched anyone’s boobs. They just look so lovely,” he was almost hysterical in his need to come now but Emma just kept slowly stroking him, keeping him expertly on the edge of orgasm.

“Really? You’ve never touched breasts before? You poor thing.” She licked her lips. “Would you like to touch mine?”

Spencer hadn’t realised he could be any more excited than he already was. But as he nodded wordlessly and Emma let go of his cock to unhurriedly open her gown from the waist up, he began to understand just how much further there was to go.

He watched entranced as, first, the light brown slopes of her upper breasts came into view. Then, she carefully pulled down her gown until the very tops of her chocolate brown aureoles peeped over the white silk.

Finally he moaned with lust as she pulled it open all the way exposing her stiff dark nipples and the weighty underside of her large yet firm breasts. They were golden and lightly tanned like her face.

“You can touch them, Spencer,” Emma breathed as she reached out to masturbate him again.

He reached out and allowed her bullet-hard nipples to touch the palms of his hands teasingly before grabbing hold of her boobs and squeezing powerfully.

“Spencer! I know you’re excited, sweetie, but more gently please,” she exclaimed. “Yes that’s better, there’s no hurry you’ve got plenty of time over the next few weeks to touch them,” she added as he began to more tenderly fondle her considerable bosom.

“They’re so soft but at the same time so firm, I mean they don’t sag at all,” he expressed in wonder.

“Thank you, Spencer.”

“No really, thank you, Emma. I mean I can’t believe you’re giving me a handjob!”

“It’s fine, darling. You can’t walk around with an erection all the time. It can’t be very comfortable and I’m sure it’s not good for you to repress all that sexual tension. Do you get hard when you’re talking to the girls at school?” Emma asked.

“Sometimes,” he nodded. “Although I hardly ever talk to any girls. Please, Emma, can I come now?”

“Be patient, lover,” she gently chided although she did start to speed up her hand perhaps realising that he wasn’t going to explode immediately. “I’ll make you a deal, Spencer. Over the next few weeks I’ll do my best to help you become more confident with girls with the aim of maybe finding a girl at school who could do this for you.”

“Oh, Emma. That would be great,” he said. “But you’ll do this again for me? Please?” he added, secretly thinking that the odds were low that anyone else would ever do this.

“Spencer, I promise that I’ll give you relief if you have an erection in my presence. After all, it really isn’t a hassle for me to just move my hand up and down on your cock for a few minutes while you play with my tits. And how could I not do it when it gives you so much pleasure,” she said fondly. “But I’m serious about getting you into shape to find someone else to do this for you. I’m only here for three weeks and I’d hate for you to go without after I’m gone.”

“OK, OK, anything you want. Please just a little quicker – I’m so close,” he pleaded.

“You have to promise to do everything I say though. Promise?”

“Yes, oh, yes. I promise. I promise,” he shrieked.

“OK then. You can come on my boobs.” And with that Emma knelt in front of him and began to masturbate him properly for the first time while her left hand cupped his heavy testicles.

Within seconds he began repeatedly shooting strings of sticky cum all over her considerable boobs, while shouting in pleasure.

“Gosh, Spencer!” Emma exclaimed. “What a lot of spunk. My poor boobs are absolutely covered. I think I might need another bath.”

Spencer collapsed back on the sofa, marvelling at what had just happened. Surely this must be a dream? Things like this just didn’t happen to boys like him.

~~~

The next morning Spencer woke, as he did most mornings, with an erection. He began to masturbate languorously before stopping wide-eyed, recalling the previous evening. Had it been a dream? Had he really come over Emma’s breasts the night before?

He remembered walking upstairs with her, unable to take his eyes from her spunky tits, while she insisted that they go to their separate bedrooms despite his begging her to masturbate him again.

If it hadn’t been a dream then he also remembered her promising to ‘sort him out’ in the morning before he went to school. In which case…

He jumped out of bed in excitement, his cock poking out through his pyjama fly.

There was a knock on the door and Emma walked in, already dressed in t-shirt and jeans. “Come on, you’re going to be late,” she said as she pulled open the curtains.

As light flooded the room, Spencer realised that if it had just been a dream then it probably wasn’t a great idea to be standing open-mouthed in the middle of his room with his cock sticking out.

But by this time Emma had already turned around and seen his erection.

“Well, I suppose that’s no surprise,” she said as she grabbed hold of his cock and led back him to the bed. “OK, I’m going to do you quickly now because I want you to have a shower before you go to school and we haven’t got much time,” she added as she began to toss him off again. “But I really want you to learn to control yourself so, when you do manage to find yourself a girl, you can show her a good time. Is that OK?”

“Oh, fuck, yes, Emma!” he gasped as her hand sped up and down his dick. He reached out and began manhandling her breasts through her t-shirt and bra.

“And I mean what I said about the shower. You won’t get a girl if you’re not clean. You really do whiff a bit. Although that’s no surprise. It smells disgusting in here too. While you’re at school, I’ll clean your room.”

“Oh, shit, that feels so good, Emma. Um, about the room…” he began.

“Don’t worry. I’ll treat your porn sensitively,” she added, smiling at his concerned expression.

He slid his hand under her t-shirt to continue pawing at her breasts.

“Careful, dear. That bra is delicate and expensive. I need to teach you to be a bit more gentle as well as patient, I think.” Her hand began to blur on his cock as she increased her pace once again.

“Here it comes!” Emma declared as, with a triumphant groan, Spencer came copiously over her hands and over his bedding.

After making sure he was fully drained, Emma added, “Right go and have that shower, darling. I’ll find some half-decent clothes for you to wear.”

~~~

Spencer was fantasising about Emma. He was imagining her licking and sucking his cock, hungrily begging for him to come in her mouth. The thought of those soft red lips sliding up and down his rigid pole and those dark perceptive eyes, gazing up at him while she smiled around a mouthful of his cock, had him rock hard again.

Which, he realised as the school bell rang, was a bit of a problem as he was in a class and everyone around him was leaving.

Emma had dressed him very differently in a white t-shirt and blue jeans and he’d already had a few comments at school today, all of them surprisingly positive. She’d also promised to take him shopping for more clothes as well as a proper haircut that weekend. She’d also tantalisingly hinted that, if he were clean, she might consider using more than her hands on him that evening; hence the flavour of his fantasy today.

He smiled once more at the thought of her hot sucking mouth. He heard a giggle and realised he was staring at Suzy Simpson and that she was smiling back, although he couldn’t tell whether she was laughing at him or whether she was being uncharacteristically friendly.

Suzy was stunning, with a statuesque and curvaceous figure, a surprisingly sweet pretty face and spiky blonde hair. She was popular with everyone at school, slightly rebellious but still academically able and the favourite object of Spencer’s fantasies before Emma had arrived. And she’d had several boyfriends and was rumoured to have gone all the way with them.

Suzy and two of her friends walked away, still giggling, with a few glances back over their shoulders. He realised they weren’t just looking at his face and worked out that the lump in his trousers was more than obvious.

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The rest of the group, hearing the commotion, gathered around.

Robert and Joan merely stared at each other with questioning looks.

Only Roxanne, whose wine glass was mostly empty already, and who’d had a significant amount to drink at the restaurant, had the balls to speak up. “So, who’s fucking who?”

“Roxanne,” Brad admonished in a reprimanding tone. “Not now.”

“It’s okay, Brad,” Joan said.

But even through her drunken haze, Roxanne could see the affectionate look her husband gave their female host. “You’re fucking Joan,” she said, knowingly.

Joan’s mistake was to turn to her husband to catch his reaction.

That gesture, for Robert, lent credence to the accusation.

Roxanne moved next to Robert very close and put her arm around him. “What do you think about that?”

“You fucked Roxanne?” This outburst came from Peg who turned to face Robert.

As all attention focused on Peg, Joan calmly asked, “Why would that matter to you?”

But her only response was a guilty expression.

“Peg is fucking Robert too?” Roxanne’s intoxicated state apparently did not cloud her ability to reason.

“Joan told me not to give up dick,” Peg blurted out defensively.

“You and Peg?” Brad asked incredulously, turning to Joan.

“You and Peg?” Roxanne echoed. “Damn! Who haven’t you fucked here?”

“Us!” Lorna and Gale responded in chorus.

“But we’re still hopeful,” Lorna added.

“Robert, is there any woman here you haven’t fucked?” Roxanne slurred.

“Me,” Kara spoke up spontaneously. “We haven’t actually fucked.”

“Then what else have you done?” Roxanne asked.

“You’re not saying much, Brad,” Joan pointed out. “Did you know my husband was screwing your wife?”

“He likes to watch Robert fuck me,” Roxanne said, her intoxication throwing care to the wind.

All eyes turned to Brad, who merely grinned and shrugged.

“Why am I not surprised?” Maude remarked distastefully, breaking her silence. “Robert, did you know your wife liked women too?” She phrased it like she was really trying to drive a wedge between the Cranes.

Having quietly listened to all of this, Robert realized he could not fault his wife for something he was doing too. But it was also a revelation of sorts. He smirked as he thought about it. And then it turned into a full belly laugh. Finally, to the group’s frowns of incomprehension, he stepped over to his wife, put his arm around her and explained. “You know, Joan, we thought we were getting older and didn’t need as much sex as we used to have, but it occurs to me that instead of less sex, we just needed something to spark the routineness that our sex had evolved into. I mean, who would have thought that threesomes, massages, or even just another woman would make me appreciate what you and I really have.”

“We’ve always said that we think alike, Robert,” Joan said. “Those exact thoughts occurred to me. And now that this is all out in the open—”

“Maybe those threesomes could become foursomes—”

“I’m game!” Roxanne shouted out.

“So am I,” Brad agreed.

Don and Kara looked at each other, then chimed, “Count us in!”

“The old broads, too,” Lorna said.

“Where does that leave me?” Peg asked.

“Why not just have an orgy?” Maude suggested facetiously.

“That’s the spirit, Maude!” Robert chided. He glanced over to Darrell who just had a big grin on his face.

“That does sound intriguing,” Joan commented.

“Are we going to talk about this all night?” Roxanne asked, pouring herself more wine and guzzling half of it. “Or are we going to do something about it?” Swallowing the remainder of her Chardonnay, she added, “I choose the latter.” She set her glass on the counter, dropped to her knees in front of Robert and reached for his zipper. She was quick and had his cock out before anyone could react. From the discussion, he was semi-hard, and it only took Roxanne a couple of strokes to get him the rest of the way and between her lips.

“Really, Rox?” Brad said, not entirely in disbelief.

“It’s okay, Brad,” Joan said. “Come here.”

He complied and she mashed her lips to his.

Except for Maude, everyone else was grinning.

“So, you and Joan really got together?” Kara asked Peg.

“Yes.”

“Was it your first time with a woman?”

“Yes.”

“It was for me and Joan the first time we did it. How did you like it?”

“I loved it.”

“Me, too,” Kara agreed as the two continued to watch Roxanne blow Robert. “But I agree with Joan. I don’t want to give up dick.”

“Nor do I.” Peg’s eyes widened. “She’s good,” the lawyer remarked with a nod to the fellatio.

“Yes, she is,” Kara concurred. “Makes you want to . . .” Kara rubbed her husband’s cock through his pants, then quietly squatted and freed it from its confinement. She sucked just the head.

Peg dropped down beside her, lustfully eying Don’s respectable penis. “May I?”

Grasping her husband’s Avrupalı porno cock at the base, Kara pointed it at her neighbor. “Of course.”

Robert watched as his wife pulled out Brad’s rod and slowly stroked it as the two continued to smooch. He looked over at Maude, who was watching all the sexual activity, but not with the disgust he expected. It was more . . . anguish. “Still here, Maude? Thought you’d have a problem with this.”

“You’re right. We’re out of here.” She arose, her husband in tow, and they headed for the door.

Something about all of this didn’t feel right to Robert so he gently pushed Roxanne aside, stuffed his cock back in his pants and went after the Burkes. Trusting her husband’s instincts, Joan turned Brad around to his wife, and Roxanne sucked her husband’s dick.

Outside, Robert caught up with Darrell and Maude. “Guys, wait.”

They stopped and turned as Joan joined the group.

“Look, this got out of hand,” Robert pointed out. “Don’t leave. You’re good neighbors and we want to be friends.”

“I just wanted to know what was wrong with us, Robert,” Maude repeated.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. Now, that it’s all out, you’re right, my visits to the other neighbors turned into much more than just helping. For what it’s worth, it started out innocently—well, maybe except for the Bullocks—and every time you invited me over, I feared getting caught, so that was why I declined. And honestly, Maude, you’re no less attractive than any of the other women.”

There was a moment of silence before Darrell finally spoke up. “Thank you for saying that, Robert. I think that’s what Maude wanted to hear.”

“I’m sorry, too, Maude,” Joan offered. “I think we all said some things we really didn’t mean. And Robert is right. You look very nice.”

“You’re right,” Maude agreed. “I apologize also.”

“Let’s get back to the party,” Robert suggested.

When the four returned, only the Bullocks were still in the living room sitting on the sofa. Maude and Darrell reclaimed their places on the love seat; Robert sat closest to them on the sofa next to Roxanne and Brad on her other side. Joan went in search of the others.

Lifting her left leg over Robert’s, Roxanne asked, “So, everybody kissed and made up?”

“You have a way with words, Roxanne,” Maude said.

“She means we’ve resolved our differences,” Darrell translated.

“Good. I don’t like conflict,” Roxanne stated, placing Robert’s hand on her leg. “I prefer to make love, not war. So, you guys are okay with all this sexual activity?”

“I guess we just don’t understand it,” Maude explained. “Where we come from, people are not this open.”

“Well, who knew any of us were?” Robert posed, rubbing Roxanne’s leg.

Joan returned and sat on the arm of the chair next to Maude. “Well, if anyone is not comfortable with it, don’t go into the bedroom. There’s a lot of it going on in there. That’s where everyone else is.”

“Oh, my!” Maude said.

“Does that make you uncomfortable, Maude?” Roxanne asked.

“I guess this openness is just a different concept for us.”

“Are you opposed to it?” Joan asked, looking at Maude in a new light. For the first time, she saw something sexy about the slightly overweight woman. She took a thick stand of Maude’s hand in her hand and stroked it. “Does this bother you? Or does it excite you?”

“I . . . don’t . . . know.” But her tone did not convey repulsiveness.

* * *

In the bedroom, Peg and Kara had stripped down to all but their panties. Their hands were stroking each other’s pussies while Don was enjoying sucking one of Peg’s nipples. Lorna had her lips on one of Kara’s breasts. Gale was just watching, but not for long as she stepped closer to Kara and kissed her.

Peg pulled away and helped Don out of his shirt. He was kneeling on the bed. Peg undid his pants and pushed them down as far as possible to get at his cock. She grabbed it and stroked it as Lorna reached out and cupped his balls.

* * *

“How about you, Darrell?” Joan asked. “Are you enjoying this?

His answer was merely a grin.

Joan leaned in and kissed Maude on the lips. Not surprisingly, Maude kissed back. “Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

Robert was watching with interest; one because he’d never seen his wife with another woman, and two, of all women to see her with. But he also was dividing his attention with Roxanne, who kept turning his head to kiss him as Brad was fondling her tits in her low-cut dress.

* * *

Back in the bedroom, things had escalated. Peg was enjoying a mouthful of Don’s cock and Lorna was locking lips with him while Gale’s tongue tasted Kara’s sweet pussy. Seeing her business partner doing the younger woman, Lorna drifted over to sample Kara’s sweet lips. This freed up Peg and Don to ease into a 69 position.

As talented as Gale’s tongue was on her pussy, Kara surmised that she and Lorna were probably no strangers to each other’s Video porno bodies, particularly given their occupations. Regardless, it was the best pussy-licking she’d ever had.

* * *

Joan pawed Maude’s big, but not huge, round breasts, and then pulled her low-cut top down to expose the nipples, which she promptly went to sucking on. Joan’s eyes were on Darrell, who watched with great interest and his ever present grin. She also noticed her husband locked in a salivating kiss with Roxanne. Brad’s eyes were scanning back and forth between the actions on both pieces of furniture.

Pushing Maude’s skirt up to reveal her panties, Joan was impressed that, despite the woman’s plump physique, she still had a very womanly figure. Pulling Maude’s panties down and off, Joan was further surprised that the older woman’s pussy was completely bald and freshly shaven. Had she been hopeful for tonight’s activity?

Going down on Maude, Joan noticed that the woman’s hand had been on Darrel’s lap, probably touching her husband’s penis. Darrel’s right hand met his wife’s on his crotch and the two fondled his cock through his pants, while his other hand pinched and twisted his wife’s hard nipple. Seeing this, Joan reached over to undo Darrel’s pants, and when Maude saw this, she assisted, pulling her husband’s pants down his thighs to expose his cock. Joan gasped at his size, clearly significantly bigger than even Robert’s.

“I’ll have to have a taste of that later,” Joan heard Roxanne remark as she went back down on Maude, who leaned over to take her husband’s massive tool in her mouth. Finger fucking Maude, it occurred to Joan that the Burkes were both considerably more aroused than they might be accustomed to, if Maude’s mewling and Darrel’s groaning were any clues.

Maude lifted her head and turned to kiss her husband, whose hand immediately replaced her mouth on his cock, stroking vigorously.

Now, Joan had Maude writhing and attempting to close her legs, but the younger woman kept up, having inserted three fingers. Finally, Maude came in an explosive orgasm that had her husband pumping his penis furiously. When Maude’s climax wound down, Joan pulled her to her feet and undressed both of them.

Even Robert and Brad took notice of the rotund woman’s proportionate figure.

* * *

Action in the bedroom had shifted with Don on his back and Peg riding him maddeningly. The other three women had formed a daisy chain with Gale eating Kara, who was licking Lorna. The latter was in position to fondle Don’s balls as Peg pumped up and down.

* * *

On the sofa, a still clothed Roxanne was sitting on Robert’s lap facing him, rubbing her pussy against his covered cock.

Maude had undressed Darrell and was kneeling on the love seat bent over her husband’s cock, half of it down her throat. Joan was kneeling on the floor behind Maude, still playing with the larger woman’s pussy. Brad had come around behind Joan, kissing her on the neck and snaking his hand around front to stroke her pussy. He had removed all of his clothes also.

Much to Joan’s surprise, Maude came again almost as hard as she had the first time. But she was still not finished. She wanted dick now, so she pivoted around, shaking her ass at her husband. Darrel rose to a kneeling position aiming his huge hard-on at his wife’s snatch.

Brad used the opportunity to enjoy a passionate kiss with Joan, but she didn’t allow it to last for long. She squirmed into position to watch Darrel’s big cock slide effortlessly into Maude’s juicy pussy. Joan was particularly excited by the long strokes he was able to do. She hoped she got to feel that monster in her before the evening was over.

While Joan watched, Brad stuck his hard cock in her face, so she obliged him by sucking on it. But the desperate sounds that were coming from both Maude and Darrel made Joan want a dick in her pussy too, so she balanced herself on her back on the wide arm of the love seat and spread her legs. Brad wasted no time in ramming his prick in. The two women were in position to gaze into each other’s eyes as they were fucked mercilessly, and so out of her mind was Joan with desire she reached out and pulled Maude’s face to hers. The woman was an amazingly good kisser, and Joan would never have imagined herself so engaged with this woman. Realistically, she never would have conceived of herself doing any of the sexual things she had done in the last few weeks.

Of further disbelief was when Maude reached out and stroked Joan’s clit as Brad banged away.

* * *

The bedroom was just as hot and heavy, and certainly everyone in the living room had to hear when Peg screamed in delight at her orgasm. So winded was she, she immediately rolled off of Don. But before the fluids on his cock could drip or dry, Gale was replacing Peg on Don. He barely skipped a beat in his thrusts. Kara was sitting on her husband’s face, enjoying more tongue action. Lorna straddled Don’s legs behind Gale and tweaked her friend’s nipples with one hand while doing the same to her clit with the other. To complete the circle, Gale was playing with Kara’s tits, and two involuntarily leaned in to kiss each other off and on.

* * *

On the sofa, Roxanne and Robert were enjoying a leisurely fuck. Oddly enough, it was the first time they had ever really done it without Brad participating in some way. Even though still mostly intoxicated, Roxanne felt as though she could live with Robert’s beautiful cock permanently inside her. It occurred to her that she would have to have Brad check to see if someone could make a mold of Robert’s hard penis and craft a plastic, latex or glass dildo out of it. Then she could absolutely have him whenever she wanted.

* * *

So, dick-starved was Gale that once she had a hard cock inside of her, particularly with all of the other erotic action going on around her, it didn’t take long for her to come. She was barely finished when her partner urged her off so she could ride.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold out,” Don groaned.

“Then just shoot your wad inside me,” Lorna cooed.

“No!” the other women chimed in chorus. “Share!”

But fortunately, like her friend, Gale, the older women didn’t get nearly enough cock, so it didn’t take her long to climax either.

“That’s it! I’m gonna cum!” Don warned.

Lorna scurried off and Kara grabbed her husband’s dick and held it erect, stroking as she did. Don fired several bursts straight up, all of which landed on his belly, Kara’s arm and hand, and a few drops on his chest. All four women gathered around him on hands and knees and lapped it up like kittens crowding around a milk bowl. Having four women lick cum off of him actually caused a few more drops to bubble out. But after using her tongue to clean the semen off of her arm, Kara sucked the tip of her husband’s cock clean.

* * *

Just the sexual aura in the house was enough to make Joan come hard; that and the fact that Maude stroking her was an incredible turn on. And by chain reaction, seeing her neighbor climax caused Maude to orgasm an amazing third time.

Likewise, the two women coming was enough to spur the men on. Joan told Brad to come on her chest. As open as this evening had been, she wasn’t quite ready for her husband to see another man come inside her. Brad’s aim was poor and as much white cream ended up on her face as on her chest.

When they heard Darrel’s moans crescendo, signaling his impending climax, Joan urged him to come outside of his wife. She wanted to see that hose’s spray. Mimicking Joan, Maude leaned her head back and stuck out her chest, and to be sure, her husband spurted all over her, her face, and even aimed some at Joan. He literally came in buckets to Joan’s amazement and delight. The two women looked at each other and grinned at their cum-coated skin. Joan couldn’t help but press her lips to Maude’s, and the two slurped all of the semen from each other’s faces.

Still all naked, the others migrated back into the living room and joined, Joan, Brad, Maude and Darrel on the floor as the center of attention was now Robert and Roxanne. She was sitting on his lap her legs spread, wet pussy wide open for all to see; except that it was mostly obscured by Robert’s hand playing with it.

Robert knew she liked being watched, so he eased her off of him and sat her down on the sofa in the same position with her legs spread. He sat on the floor and sensually ate her pussy, making certain to make lapping sounds for everyone to hear. It drove her wild as the sounds escaping from her lips attested. He stuck his tongue in as far as he could and fucked her with it. She grabbed his head both forcing it in tighter and trying to push it away when it was more that she could bear.

When she came in a shuddering orgasm, their audience clapped.

“Fuck her hard!” Brad shouted, to the giggles of some of the others. He didn’t care. His secret was out.

But instead, Robert laid her down on the sofa and straddled her chest. She instantly sucked his cock, oozing pre-cum, into her mouth. Like he had, she made slurping sounds to ham it up. When it was completely coated with her slimy saliva, she pushed him down and wrapped her boobs around it. Naturally, he slid back and forth. It occurred to him that he had never fucked her tits, and the more he glided back and forth the more exciting it was.

“Fuck her!” Brad repeated.

“Are you kidding?” Joan disputed. “This is hot!”

“Oh, so you like watching, huh? Wait until you see him really fuck her.”

Robert couldn’t believe how great it felt to fuck Roxanne’s tits. But as her saliva on his pole gradually dried, he knew it was time for a change. He got off the sofa and pulled her onto the floor in a kneeling position with her upper body bent over the sofa. He slid his cock into her pussy, which didn’t need any lube because it was already drenched. He pumped her slowly rotating his dick around in her hole to make liquidy sounds.

Roxanne’s oohs and ahs were anything but forced. She was getting the fucking she wanted. “Faster!” she cried. “Fuck me faster!”

Robert complied.

“Yeah!” Brad urged.

“This is exciting,” Joan whispered.

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The weekend came and I prepared by shaving all of my hair from my genital & anal areas, cleaning out with an enema, and stretching out with a butt plug. I then drove out to Mark & Shauna’s house.

I arrived to find Shauna waiting for me at the door. She was dressed in a pool robe and, as soon as we were inside the house she closed the door and asked me to lean against it. I placed my back to the door, my eyes already riveted to her body that was now being exposed as she let the robe fall to the floor. My eyes dropped to her pelvis as I realized that she was already strapped and ready to go. I could feel my penis throbbing with desire as I looked upon her. I managed to ask, weakly, when Mark would be joining us. Shauna told me that Mark bailed at the last minute, not wanting to watch her fuck me. I asked if they were ok with us proceeding to which she answered by walking over to me, placing her hand behind my neck and pulling my mouth to her breast while her other hand began undoing my pants. I helped her to remove my pants, soon followed by the rest of my clothes. Once we were both naked we hugged each other close and I felt the press of her breasts against my belly and the coolness Avrupalı porno of her strap-on against my legs.

She then took me by the hand and led me up the stairs to their bedroom. Climbing the stairs I could not pull my eyes away from the curves of her body nor the sway of her strap-on. My own penis is six and a half inches long and an inch and a half across. Her “cock” seemed to be about the same thickness, but an extra inch or so longer.

She sat me on the bed and began to suck my cock. My cock was so engorged with my arousal that every stroke of her tongue or touch of her lips sent shivers throughout my entire body. As she brought me closer and closer to the edge I reached down and held her breasts in my hands, lightly stroking them and teasing the nipples into erections. Shauna began to work my cock in earnest and I could feel pre-cum dripping freely into her mouth. Suddenly my balls contracted and I felt the beginnings of the largest orgasm that I had had in recent memory. In that same instant Shauna stopped pleasuring me and yanked hard on my scrotum. I yelled in pain and my orgasm was stopped in its tracks. Shauna, then slapped me in Video porno the face and told me to flip over on my belly. I turned over, complying more out of shock than anything else. The moment I did, Shauna drove her tongue into my ass and slathered it with saliva for a good few minutes. She then pulled out a pump bottle of lube from a nightstand and pumped it straight into my ass…cold. This was quickly followed by her strap-on. Incredibly happy that I had warmed up with a butt plug before driving over, I was able to take half of her length on her first stroke without too much pain. She began to work her cock in and out of my ass, and after about six strokes she had bottomed out. Without a pause she began pounding my ass, screaming and yelling like she was possessed. The shock and the sensations were overwhelming and I lost my erection.

Suddenly I was surprised to hear a moaning coming from the far corner of the room. Looking up I saw a slender woman sitting legs spread, completely naked, on an easy chair. She was watching us intently while one hand plied her clitoris and the fingers of her other hand curled in and out of her pussy. I could see her fingers glistening in the light as she breathed heavily and continued to moan and mew. Watching her brought my dick back to life and this, in combination with Shauna’s anal assault, soon had me on the edge. The mystery woman began to wail and quiver her way through an orgasm and I could feel my own orgasm building strongly. Just as I was about to cum, Shauna pulled out and again pulled and squeezed on my balls, turning the tide. My legs were shaking as I began to stand up. Shauna began to giggle, with tears in her eyes, and she apologized for being so rough. “I must have needed that” she confided, “I am sorry for taking it all out on you. Do not worry, Melissa and I will take good care of you”. With that Melissa came over and I was able to see her fully. She seemed to be about 30 years old, with a slight but athletic build, pale skin, and long dark hair. Her small, A breasts each had a barbell horizontally piercing her nipples.

She knelt down and took my dick into her mouth and began one of the best blowjobs I have ever had the pleasure of experiencing. At the same time Shauna began to suckle one of my nipples while putting the middle two fingers of one hand into my mouth. After a few minutes Shauna pushed me back on the bed and Melissa followed. While Melissa continued to work me over with her mouth, Shauna joined us on the bed, spread my legs and then slowly began to re-enter me with the strap-on.

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Lucky Cable Guy Ch. 10

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Author’s Note: This is the final chapter of a series, and thus many of the characters that appear here were introduced in earlier chapters. Here is a quick review:

Jason – The Titular Cable Guy

Tina – Jason’s recent friend and his first on-the-job fuck

Stacy – Tina’s roommate

Matt – Tina’s boyfriend

Jack – Jason’s roommate and best friend; Stacy’s new boyfriend

Ryan – Jason’s other roommate and best friend

Melanie – One of Jason’s possible love interests

Amber – Another one of Jason’s possible love interests

Sarah – Melanie’s best friend and Ryan’s new girlfriend

Paul – Melanie’s dad

Mindy – Melanie’s mom

Mia – Melanie’s sister

Heidi – Tina’s sister

Angelica – Heidi’s friend from school

Trevor – Paul’s employee

Joe – Jason’s boss

Rachel – Joe’s wife, Matt’s big sister

Marty – Jason’s coworker

Emma – New friend and fuck-buddy for Jason

Lily – Emma’s friend

Sandra – Emma’s friend

Mary – an acquaintance and fuck-buddy of Tina’s and Matt’s

Frank – Mary’s husband

Vanessa – a waitress, and employee of Matt’s

Arthur – a bouncer from Matt’s bar, tonight acting as door man for Tina’s party

Warning: This story contains a scene with a good amount of guy-on-guy stuff. I’ve marked it with a warning so you can skip it if you’re not into that sort of thing. Although if you’ve made it to this chapter, I have to wonder…

To this point, all of this series has taken place in the late spring of 2002.

Thanks to Stonehammer69 for editing and story consultation services.

All characters are of course over eighteen.

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2015

Sunshine poured in through our massive bedroom window and invaded the comfort of my Saturday morning slumber. I arched my back in a yawning stretch, pressing my ever-reliable morning erection between the naked globes of my wife’s perfect plump bottom. Her head lay on my left arm, but my right was free to explore, and I took one of her heavy boobs in my hand, squeezing gently and feeling the nipple harden and press into my palm. I breathed in the smell of her long auburn hair and exhaled a satisfied sigh.

Amber moaned sleepily and pushed her butt back against my cock. “Don’t you want to save some of that energy for the lake?” she teased, rolling her hips and causing my shaft to slide up and down between her butt cheeks.

“Can you picture me in the car for six hours without getting a couple of loads out first?” I protested.

“Go get the shower started,” Amber said.

I groaned, but rolled away from my wife obediently and hopped out of bed, my cock standing up hard and strong in front of me. In the hallway of our apartment, I glanced through the windows into Melanie’s and Leanne’s rooms as I passed, noting that Melanie had already risen and made her bed, but that gorgeous blond Leanne was still snoozing away with her bedsheet only pulled up to her waist and her perfect C-cup tits rising and falling gently on her chest.

Amber and I had our own shower in the master suite of course, but our weekend routine involved the big shower that looked out into the main living area, separated by glass instead of solid walls. I was pleased to see that Melanie had beaten me there.

“Good morning,” I said as I strode in behind her.

Melanie turned under the spray of one of the four shower heads and wiped water from her eyes and smiled up at me. She wrapped her naked body around mine, trapping my cock against my stomach and launching her tongue into my mouth. She hadn’t been home before Amber, Leanne and I had gone to bed, which meant I hadn’t seen her for nearly twenty-four hours.

Melanie was even more beautiful than she’d been thirteen years ago when we first started hooking up and then tried dating for the first of several attempts. Her big gorgeous tits hung maybe a centimeter lower than they had when we were twenty, but that was probably due to the fact that they’d gotten a little bit bigger as she’d put on adult weight and filled out in her twenties. Not to say that I hadn’t done the same thing, or Amber either. My ex-girlfriend’s dark hair was plastered by the spraying water down the back of her neck and middle of her back, extending almost half-way to her perfect round ass.

She pulled her tongue out of my mouth and gave my cock a squeeze. “Is Amber coming?”

“She just sent me down to get started,” I said.

“How about Leanne?”

“I think Leanne is going to need to sleep in a few extra minutes,” I chuckled. “Amber and I fucked her goddamn brains out last night.”

“I’m sorry I missed that,” she said.

“Hey,” I said, kissing her again. “We’re on vacation now. Plenty of time for a reenactment up at the lake house.”

* * *

2002

“Are you guys ready for Tina’s Birthday Party, Phase Two?” Tina asked as she pushed the button for the elevator.

“You bet that sweet ass I am,” Matt chuckled.

We Uzun porno were all dressed again, refreshed from our showers, and even Tina had put on a skirt and top that she might have chosen for a normal birthday party or a night out on the town. The skirt hugged her ass in a way that made Matt’s classification of “sweet” seem like low praise. Watching it sway as we all moved onto the elevator was starting a tightness in my jeans that wasn’t going to go away until I took them off almost an hour later.

The huge bearded man, whose name was apparently Arthur, manned the controls for us again, bringing us down one floor to Party Central.

When the doors slid open on six, a crowd of women in lingerie screamed “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

I hadn’t known quite what to expect would be happening with the women while the men were all upstairs with Tina, but I was certainly not disappointed in the view when we stepped out into the enormous room. Whereas the lower floors were split into twenty or more apartments each, and the top floor divided into four huge luxury units, the sixth floor was what Matt and his sister Rachel called Party Central. There was a kitchen, a dance floor, several wet bars, dozens of beds, couches, chairs, and tables. There were pool tables and foosball and pinball and darts. There was a huge projection screen that had been dark when I took my tour this morning, but which now seemed to be playing a porn movie. Indeed, all of the flatscreen TV’s mounted around the huge room, which you might expect to be showing baseball and basketball games this time of year, were playing different porn movies, most of which appeared to be scenes of group sex. My favorite. The sun had set, and the room was lighted softly in a way that complimented the exposed brick and beam of the original factory construction. In the southwest corner was the enormous open shower I had shared with Rachel this morning, but which could easily accommodate everyone currently in the room.

And there had to be close to thirty of us. The elevator in a building like this was made to move freight, so there was plenty of room for the eight guys and three women who had just disembarked, along with Arthur, who remained on board to escort any late guests up to the party.

Tina’s sister Heidi and her friend Claire had already been dressed in a sexy bra and panty combo when they greeted us guys upstairs earlier. Now it seemed that this was going to be the theme of the night, at least as far as female wardrobe was concerned. I scanned the crowd to find Amber and Melanie, and they did not disappoint. Amber wore a black corset over the top of which her big tits were threatening to spill at any minute. She wore matching panties and black heels, and her auburn hair was pulled up on top of her head. Melanie’s darker hair was done up in more ornate curls than her every-day look. Her skin was tanned a little darker than Amber’s and it contrasted nicely with the shear white babydoll and panties she wore. Her big boobs were hugged by lacy cups, and the top flared open below her breastbone, baring her tight stomach and showing off the lacy panties.

“You two look absolutely incredible,” I said. They both turned their smiling faces up to me for a kiss.

“You don’t clean up so bad yourself,” Melanie said, smiling. “For a dirty cable guy.” She ran her hand over the growing bulge in my jeans.

“That was some nice work up there,” Amber said.

“What do you mean?”

“We got to watch the whole thing on the big screen,” Melanie said. “Tina is a goddamn sex maniac.”

“There were cameras?” I said to Matt and Tina, who were greeting more of their guests.

Tina winked at me and Matt smiled and nodded.

“Jason!” a voice squealed. I turned to my left to see Emma rushing toward me. Her lingerie choice made Amber and Melanie look like they were ready to go to church. She wore a pink and black teddy with a completely open bust. Where cups should have been holding her huge boobs, there was nothing, and those heavy melons bounced wildly as she skipped toward me and threw her arms around my neck. Her tongue was in my mouth almost immediately, and Amber and Melanie looked on with amused faces. They knew that I’d spent yesterday afternoon with Emma and her friends, and neither one of them seemed to mind.

“Hi Emma,” I said, once I was able to separate my mouth from here. “I love your outfit. But how did you know to bring one?” I’d called Emma to notify her of the change in location for the party, but I hadn’t known about the lingerie theme to tell her.

“We didn’t,” she said, referring to herself and her friends Lily and Sandra, who stood a little way behind her waiting their turn to greet me. The busty redhead and dark-skinned beauty each had chosen more traditional garb, sexy as hell, but not quite as lewdly exhibitionist as Emma’s. “There’s a huge closet over there with enough for a hundred people!”

Leave it to Matt and Rachel to pre-load their orgy room with lingerie Öğrenci porno of all shapes and sizes.

Lily and Sandra greeted me with hugs, but didn’t try to stuff their tongues in my mouth right off the bat. I introduced the three eighteen-year-old seniors to my two almost-girlfriends, but it seemed that they’d already gotten somewhat acquainted during the live screening of the festivities upstairs.

“Emma has been telling us all about yesterday,” Melanie said. “She went into even more detail than you did.”

Around us, people began to roam and merge into different groups, chatting, laughing and dancing here and there as well. Melanie and Amber brought me over to one of the bars, where an actual bartender (a Mediterranean olive-skinned woman in her mid thirties with a glorious cascade of curly black hair), prepared me a rum and coke, which was the only drink I knew how to order when I was twenty. The bartender, who Melanie introduced as Seraphina, was dressed in a smart uniform as she would normally be tending bar in the restaurant downstairs, but the uniform did very little to obscure her generous and pleasant curves.

Besides Seraphina tending bar, I also saw Vanessa moving around with a tray of appetizers. She was also dressed in standard restaurant garb, her wild shock of red hair pulled back into a ponytail.

As for the rest of the party guests: Matt and Tina of course were the hosts. Rachel, Matt’s sister, and Joe, her husband (also my boss at the cable company; small fucking world), could be considered co-hosts, as it was Matt and Rachel’s family that owned the building. My roommates Jack and Ryan were here along with their girlfriends Stacy and Sarah, although who was technically dating whom was still a little foggy to me on that end. Paul and Mindy, Melanie’s parents, were moving through the crowd, and their other daughter Mia I noticed socializing with her classmates. Emma, Sandra, Lily and Mia were all seniors in the same school as Heidi and Angelica, the gorgeous curvy Latina I had met this morning. Paul had also brought along his coworker Trevor: tall, black, and muscled enough to give that gorilla in the elevator a run for his money. My own coworker Marty was here as well, although he’d been invited by Joe, our boss. I was reintroduced to Tina’s friend Claire and to another college friend of Tina’s, Laura. While Claire’s features and coloring led me to guess that she was Indian, Laura was probably the whitest person in the room. She had dyed black hair and an incredible tattoo of what looked like a t-rex skeleton on her back. Her back was bare except for her bra straps, black of course, along with the panties she wore. Her nose was pierced through the middle with a silver ring.

Having been introduced to those I didn’t know and greeted those I did, I challenged Melanie and Amber to a game of pool, and they decided to make it a partners game, sending me to find someone I could lose with. Ryan volunteered, and together we made short work of the girls, despite the effort they put in to distract us during our shots.

After two games, the elevator beeped, and Arthur stepped off this time, after letting two couples out onto the floor. One of the couples I knew. Mary and Frank had participated in the orgy at my house a week ago. Mary’s signature long blond braid reminded me of a Viking caricature from a Bugs Bunny cartoon, but she was still beautiful, full-breasted and tall. Her husband Frank had missed out on Tina’s festivities upstairs, but I suppose there was always next time.

The other couple were something to behold; indeed every single person in the room stopped what they were doing when they walked in, all grace and confidence and beauty. They were maybe five years older than me from what I could tell. The woman was another level of beautiful. In a room full of beautiful women, she shined a dazzling light. It wasn’t merely physical beauty, although both of them had that in spades. There was something under the surface that seemed to bend the light of the whole room toward them; a grace and power is the best way I think I can describe it. I immediately wanted to have sex with both of them. I’d been worried about how my performance might be in tonight’s orgy, after having blown my load four times already today, but upon the arrival of this new couple, those worries were forgotten. Fatigue slid away in an instant, and the slow ache in my balls vanished.

“Holy shit,” Melanie said, standing up from where she’d been lining up a shot on the pool table, her fantastic tits about to spill out of her top.

“Wow,” Amber said.

Only after they realized that everyone was staring did they seem to come up short in mild embarrassment. A look passed between them and that feeling of gravity pulling everyone in the room toward them suddenly vanished. There were still two beautiful strangers standing there with Frank and Mary and Arthur, but now they were simply that, and almost as quickly as the party had come to a stop, it resumed. Melanie returned to her pool shot and I looked down and wondered when my cock had gone from a medium-hard to throbbing iron bar.

Tina and Matt greeted the newest guests, and began bringing them around the room making introductions. Frank and Mary were already known to me and my friends, and it was Rachel who introduced Luke and Rebekah to us.

“We met these two up at the lake a few years ago,” Rachel said as I shook Luke’s hand, feeling a gentle grip that seemed to surround an immense strength.

I could barely muster the breath to say “Pleased to meet you,” when shaking Rebekah’s hand. Her green eyes seemed to dance with their own light, and her easy smile and generous laugh seemed to brighten the air around her. She was tall, probably five-ten. Sunny blond hair spilled down to her shoulders. Her busty figure was revealed by a curve-hugging green dress.

Ours were the last introductions for the new couple, and Rebekah looked around the room and then at Rachel and Tina. “It looks like I’m a little over-dressed,” she said. “I’d just take my dress off, but my meat-brained fiancee here told me to skip the underwear.”

“Oh sweetie,” Rachel said. “Come right this way. I have a collection!”

Tina and Rachel led Rebekah away, down to the far southern end of the massive room, where three doors led into rooms I hadn’t seen, except for a modest office.

“So you guys go to the same lake as Joe and Rachel?” I asked Luke, making conversation. I knew that Joe and Rachel took their summer vacations at a lake several hours away, and Joe’s stories about his trips to the cabin had never been terribly detailed, but he had said that they had some friends among the other camp owners.

“Yes,” Luke said. For the first time I noticed the incredible bulge in his dress slacks. A thick column extended from the crotch of his pants and down the inside of his right leg. Holy fuck, I thought. “Our church has a big campground up there, and we met Joe and Rachel I don’t know… six years ago maybe?”

Uh oh. Who invites church people to an orgy?

* * *

2015

“Fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK ME!” Melanie chanted as I pumped my cock in and out of her tight slick pussy. My hips slapped against her ass, wet in the spray of the shower. Melanie had her hands resting flat against the window that looked out into the common area of our apartment. There was no one there to watch us fuck, but the view would have been that of her gorgeous breasts swinging and bouncing beneath her frame as she leaned against the window and I pounded away behind her.

Amber slapped me once on the ass, and I pulled my cock out of Melanie’s pussy. My wife sucked me deep, slurping up the taste of Melanie’s juices, then turned me back and slotted my cock head between Mel’s pussy lips and I pushed back in to the hilt.

“FUCK!” Melanie screamed. “Give me that fucking cock!”

“Fuck her, baby,” Amber cooed. She slipped a hand up my thigh and cupped my swinging balls briefly before going to work rubbing Melanie’s clit. “Fuck her tight little pussy and fill it up with your cum!”

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I groaned. “Oh fuck oh fuck I’m cumming!”

My balls tightened and roiled and Melanie’s pussy started to spasm and clench around my invading girth just as my first thick stream of cum exploded deep inside her.

“AAAAAAAGH!” Melanie screamed as she came.

“FUUUUUUCK!” I roared as I emptied my balls into her cunt.

“Sleep through that, Leanne,” Amber said with a giggle.

* * *

Out of the shower, I checked my smart-phone and found a text waiting from Matt. Breakfast in PC . PC was Party Central, the huge rec room Matt had built into his building over thirteen years ago. I’d participated in so many orgies down there over the years that I’d thoroughly lost count. Any occasion that could be spun into a party opportunity was further spun by Matt and Tina into an orgy opportunity. Not that I minded.

I walked naked from the master bedroom and into Leanne’s bedroom. She was going to have to get up pretty soon if she wanted to ride with us to the lake. As much as I wanted to climb up on top of her and set my cock in between her two gorgeous tits, I took the high rode and gently shook her shoulder. She grunted and rolled over.

“Breakfast downstairs,” I said. “We’re hitting the road after that, so you’d better get moving.”

“Yeah, yeah,” she said. “See you down there. Save me some bacon.”

Amber and I dressed in our bedroom, comfortable clothes for a long drive, and walked with Melanie from our apartment down the hall to the elevator. Rachel and Joe waved to us through the window into their main living area as we passed.

Tina and Matt were already eating when we stepped out of the elevator into the massive party room. Someone from the restaurant had brought up a buffet breakfast for their boss and his wife and their friends. And we filled plates with scrambled eggs and bacon and toast.

“Got a call from The Chief this morning,” Tina said. “She said it’s supposed to be eighty-five degrees up there today.”

“Awesome,” I said. “I’ve been dreaming about the plunge into the lake since the day we left last summer.”

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Master! Master! Pt. 16

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I pushed open my bedroom door and a crowd of girls rushed me. “Master!” they all yelled in impatience.

“Sorry, girls, sorry, I had to get our last member.”

Neija, clinging to my arm, gave a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”

We stepped into the bedroom, to find that the entire floor was covered in beds. Lean a few on the walls and we’d have a giant padded cell. “Ok, girls, are you all ready to play tonight?”

“Yeah!” the cheered.

“Momo wants to go first!” my cat demanded.

“No, me!” shouted Amanda.

“Get in line, pipsqueaks!” Betty yelled.

“Actually, I’ve decided that Neija will get the first turn.”

Her ears perked up. “Me? But I’m dirty and sweaty from being in the woods.”

“What a coincidence, I have a shower.”

I then scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the bathroom with an army of animal-eared girls following me. I sat her down on the counter and turned on the shower, then stripping off my clothes. When I looked at her, she had a sweet smile on her face, her heart free of all doubts and stresses. Once the bathroom began to fill with steam, I stepped through the glass sliding door and invited her in. Under the hot spray, lips and tongues melded, her arms around my neck and mine around her slender waist.

Without ending our kiss, I retrieved a bar of soap from a rack behind Neija and began to scrub her back. The regal feline purred from the caresses, always loving some good petting. She raised one leg and wrapped it around me, my soapy hand sliding down her bronze thigh. She gasped as grabbed her ass, toned and full like a volleyball player’s. I massaged the soft muscle, while between her legs, her tail writhed like a snake. She stepped down and switched to the other leg. I broke our kiss, my lips unable to resist her breasts any longer. They were luscious and full, most similar to Sonja’s of all people. She panted as she felt me lick the water off her breasts, having never felt such a sensual touch. Behind us, the bathroom was filled with over a dozen hybrids, all them watching us with flushed cheeks and slick inner thighs.

“Come on, let’s put a show on for them,” I whispered in Neija’s ear. I then pulled away and got behind her, the two of us facing the girls. “Put your fingers on the ceiling. Let’s see how long you can keep them there.”

She didn’t understand, but did as told, keeping her hands on the ceiling of the shower with the spray directly over her. She leaned her head from side to side, the hot water pouring on her face and riling her up. I stood behind her, soaping up my hands. The girls outside held their breaths, waiting to see what I would do. Despite her newfound compliance, the way that Neija growled and gasped told me that she was trying to brace herself. She was eager to play, but her pride as a lioness wouldn’t simply let her act as the desperate nympho. She had to retain some kind of upper hand, maintain a dignity and reserve that no sensation could defeat. If anything, that excited me even more. It wouldn’t be any fun if I didn’t have to really work to make her orgasm.

I didn’t go for the sudden grab. Instead, my fingertips found her flat belly. She shivered from my touch, every animal instinct telling her to defend her vulnerable spot. I dragged my fingers up and down her stomach, making her writhe and shift back and forth to try and stop the tickling sensation. But while her hips were swinging like a chandelier, her hands didn’t leave the ceiling. My hands finally found her breasts and I began to massage them with the soap on my palms foaming up. Neija began to whimper, new to such a powerful sensation. She bit her lip, her cheeks turning red, trying to maintain her will and dignity.

The girls outside were almost pressed to the glass, their curiosity approaching ravenous levels. Several even started massaging their own breasts the way I was massaging Neija’s, but they weren’t feeling anything close to what they saw in the lioness. They realized that true pleasure would only come in having their Master touch them. I was pulling out all the stops, using every trick I had to turn her breasts against her, making them weapons to tear down her resolve. With the proper technique, I could even use her to make music. By tickling the underside of her breasts, I could trigger a low moan, and by focusing on her nipples, I could raise the pitch. I’ll admit, I became a little arrogant, trying to make her sing the main theme to the first level of Super Mario.

“Master, I can’t take it anymore! I’m… I’m… ROOOOOOWR!”

I grabbed both of her arms with one of mine, keeping her from dropping them as she climaxed. Unable to touch her slit, she began lowering her hips and rubbing her thighs together to try and address the pleasure rampaging through her womanhood.

“My, my, did you just cum from having your breasts played with?”

“You’re a jerk, Master,” she said with a pout.

“You should be thanking me. I just gave you what I bet is your first orgasm. Besides, I wouldn’t Uzun porno feel the need to tease you if you’d just let go of your pride. You said you wanted to play, but you’re still so uptight. Now, put your hands against the glass and lean forward with your legs spread. I’ll help you loosen up.”

She obeyed, assuming the position as if I was about to frisk her. She was facing the girls, all watching her with wide eyes. My fingers slipped between her legs, probing her flower. After her orgasm, she was sensitive beyond measure, so even the softest touching sent bolts of lightning up her spine. I soaped up her entrance, making sure it was as slippery as possible. My cock then replaced my fingers, but rather than entering her, I simply slid it back and forth across her labia. The anticipation magnified the sensations, causing her to let slip a moan before she could stop herself. I continued grinding my manhood against her, loving the look on the girls’ faces as they stared at the purple head appearing from between Neija’s smooth thighs and then receding like a wave.

“How long are you going to toy with me?” she panted. I hadn’t even penetrated her and yet I had already drained her stamina.

“I’ll put it in, just as soon as you say “Master, please fuck me”.”

“What?! I agreed to play with you, but I’d never sink so low as to saying that!”

“Well then, I guess I might as well just invite the next girl in. After all, you’ve already had your orgasm, so there’s no real point to continuing.”

Finally, she smiled and even began to laugh. “To think you could be so cruel. Ok, here it goes. Master, please fuck me!”

I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. “Goddamn, I love you.”

I didn’t give her any warning. Instead, I simply drove into her in a single perfect shot. She moaned at the top of her lungs, as outside, all the girls held their breath. They had been told what it meant to play, but actually seeing it was something else altogether. I had fully penetrated her womanhood; her hot, wet interior smothering my cock, as if trying to both trap me inside and push me out. I grabbed her hips and rocketed up to stop speed, hammering her with all the strength I had and sending her voice bouncing off the bathroom walls.

“Yes, Master! Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shrieked in ecstasy.

I fucked her like a machine, loving the sight of the vibrations moving through her magnificent sun-kissed body. Her ass jiggled magnificently, the ripples moving up her shapely form and reaching her breasts, making them slosh like the sea during an earthquake. Her strength was fading, she could not maintain her position. Her outstretched arms, holding her off the glass door, began to shake, and soon, her forehead was pressed to the glass. She was unable to do anything more with me dominating her pussy. But I wasn’t done yet.

I wrapped an arm around her chest and pulled her back against me, and with my other arm, I lifted up one of her legs. This granted me access to go deeper and at a different angle, and even better, it gave the girls outside a better view of my cock sliding in and out of Neija’s sleeve.

“Master, kiss me,” she begged.

I pulled out of her and spun her around. I picked her up and held her against the wall while she pressed her lips against mine. Her long, smooth legs were wrapped around my waist and I returned my sword to her sheath. I resumed fucking her, this time able to bob her up and down on my cock while she stuck her tongue down my throat. Soon enough, I could feel myself reaching my limit. I was about to blow, but of course, I couldn’t deny Neija her big finish, and that meant cheating. I grasped the end of her tail and began rubbing the tip between my thumb and finger.

“Ah, Master, that’s not fair!”

She made the mistake of ending our kiss, because now I was able to lean past her and begin nibbling on one of her ears. She never stood a chance. She growled in climax over and over again, her body fully submitting to me as I soaked her secret garden with my seed. Her body became limp and her legs released me, but she could not stand on them. I scooped her up in the princess hold and turned off the shower. All the girls backed off to make room as I got out of the shower.

“Grab her some towels,” I said.

I carried her out into the bedroom and laid her out on one of the mattresses on the floor. I dried her off with the towels, causing her to purr like a Ferrari.

“Master, that was amazing,” Neija hummed with her eyes half-open.

“Yeah, it was. You did great.”

She grasped my hand and held it against her cheek, purring with eyes full of happiness. “I love you, Master.”

“I love you too, you big silly cat. Now go ahead and get some rest.”

I laid a blanket over her and stood up, my body trembling. After shooting my load, my stamina was greatly depleted, and I would have been happy to just go to sleep, but I couldn’t do that to the girls. Luckily, I had a secret weapon.

“Betty, Öğrenci porno Leah, you know what to do.”

They raced over, my member immersed in Leah’s mouth and my lips around one of Betty’s nipples. It took only a few moments for the girls to finish their work. Thanks to Betty’s nectar of the gods, I felt like I could run a marathon, and after some loving oral service from Leah, my penis stood firm with a fresh erection, as if I hadn’t even ejaculated. Best pit crew ever.

“You two are my rock,” I said before giving them each a loving kiss. I then turned to the rest of the girls. “Ok, who’s up next?”

—

With Betty and Leah acting as my support, I fucked like my life depended on it. I had until sunrise to satisfy every girl, so unfortunately, I couldn’t give them all the time I gave Neija, but I made up for it in intensity and by going straight for the sweet spots. As soon as one girl climaxed, I’d move on and deflower the next. I was always surrounded, a hundred eyes focused on me at all times. I had originally thought the girls might get bored waiting for their turns, but they were completely transfixed on the show in front of them. At several points, everything blurred together and I lost track of time, who I was with, and what I was doing.

—

“Master, we’re ready,” said Chloe and Lola.

Chloe was lying on top of Lola as if in the missionary position, the two of them naked with Chloe’s butt pointed at me. Goddamn, it’s not fair how cute they are. I got behind them, but instead of simply mounting them, I held up one of Lola’s small white feet and covered it in kisses. She laughed and squirmed as my lips moved across her toes. I did the same to her other foot, then to Chloe’s. I lowered my head and began slurping on Chloe’s pussy, making her pink tail curl. Lola stared at Chloe, their faces just inches apart, each with rosy cheeks. Chloe’s whimpering, her watery eyes, her wetting lips, it was obvious she was experiencing something incredible and she wanted to feel it herself.

I licked out Chloe for a couple more minutes, fully exploring her tight body with my tongue. I then went down on Lola, kissing her virgin labia, first gently, then with tongue. Lola began to whine from the alien probing, her skinny legs kicking the air as if she was being tickled. Lola and Chloe, they tasted so similar, so sweet. With my tongue, I could tell she was tight, just like Chloe had been her first time. I inserted my middle finger, causing her to arch her back and moan. I stirred her up while licking her clitoris to prime the pump and get her as wet as possible.

Once the job was done, I sat up and grabbed a pillow. “Hold on, girls, I want to try something.”

I lifted the two of them up and put the pillow under Lola’s hips so her womanhood was pointed up at an angle. With their bodies raised, I inserted my cock between their kissing pussies, causing both of them to begin to pant. Due to her diminutive size and fragile personality, I’d have to take it slow and gentle with Lola. I began my strokes, grinding between their wet lips, so plump and smooth, and wet with arousal.

As with Neija, just that simple touch was enough to drive her wild, Chloe as well, even though we had had sex countless times. Their eyes were swimming, their mouths open, their whimpers heard by everyone. I would have liked to stay like that a little longer, but I had a lot of girls to get to. I moved ahead, penetrating Chloe and filling her pussy with my muscle. After all the build-up I had done, it didn’t take much to make her react. She moaned as I began my strokes, and below her, Lola watched with both nervousness and envy. I built up the speed of my strokes, soon slamming my full weight against Chloe’s body with her pussy stuffed to the maximum. She was being pushed forward and pulled back with her nipples kissing Lola’s.

She came after a few minutes and collapsed on Lola, panting in her ear. Semen was dripping from her slit, and without even me needing to say anything, Leah crawled over and restored my erection.

“Are you ready for this, Lola?” I asked.

She gave an anxious nod. Leah released my cock and I pushed it into Lola. She cried out as I deflowered her, her virgin blood being shed. She spread her legs as far as she could, trying to lessen the intense feeling of penetration. Remembering her own first time, Chloe hugged and nuzzled Lola, trying to comfort her. I began a slow rhythm, kissing the entrance to her womb with my cock. I held them both against me and showed them equal affection. Sandwiched between her Master and her friend, Chloe had a smile on her doll-like face, and Lola, feeling her Master’s love for her, perked her ears as my penis infiltrated her flower and my tongue infiltrated her mouth.

After Lola achieved her orgasm, they both turned to me and I hugged them. They sat in my lap, the three of us sharing a triple kiss.

—

With a big smile on her face, Leah released my cock from her mouth, leaving it covered in a thick layer of saliva. I was sitting in a chair against the wall, and as Leah moved away, Momo and Jenny flanked me from the sides. They pressed their tits together with my cock between them, burying it in their combined softness. I groaned in happiness, having never experienced such joy like this. They had grins of satisfaction as they rubbed against each other and massaged my dick. They were both well-endowed, boasting womanly shelves that were great on their own, but when combined, achieved something that not even Betty’s divine knockers could achieve. Along with the physical joys of the double titty-fuck, there is the feeling of sexual conquest.

“Girls, I’m going to cum!” I said.

They doubled their efforts, grinding me as hard as they could, trying to smother my cock like they wanted it dead. I soon ejaculated, shooting a stream of semen straight up and splashing it across their breasts.

“That was so cool!” they both cheered.

—

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

The one screaming so vulgarly was Betty. She was riding me in the cowgirl position, my cock buried deep in her asshole. The slutty cow milf was bouncing like her life depended on it, as if butt-fucking was the source of her life energy. Every time she dropped her fat ass on me, my body would shake and she’d scream in drunken lust. Were it not for the mattress beneath me, I’d be at risk of her crushing my pelvis. She seemed dead-set on turning her anus into my personal toy. As she rode me, she was squeezing her breasts. Every time she came, milk would spray out, so with her bobbing up and down, twin jets were shooting from her nipples and soaking everyone, even splashing the walls.

It would have been an amazing sight, and I definitely wished I could see it, but I was otherwise busy and my view was obstructed. Linda, the baboon, was riding my face, looking at Betty. The size of her ass was beyond enormous, it was obscene. It completely smothered my head, my only air coming from the gaps made when she shifted her position. I was tongue-punching both her pussy and asshole, causing her whole body to tremble and making her moan like an opera singer. With every movement she made, her ass cheeks would jiggle as if she was trying to twerk, and I could feel those vibrations through her. I reached around her and grabbed her ass cheeks, squeezing them, spanking them, mashing them together, and doing everything else I could to fully appreciate their presence.

Betty finally moved off me, though collapsed would be a better word. After all the orgasms she had experienced, she was barely conscious. Leah immediately lunged, sucking on my cock and gluttonously licking up the taste of Betty’s back door. Once I was back to my prime, Linda saw an opportunity. She dismounted my face, leaving me gasping for air, and moved down to my lap. She must have mated before, because while this definitely was her first time as a hybrid, she didn’t show any pain like she was losing her virginity. Like Betty, or should I say, even beyond Betty, her ass was simply too big for us to have regular perpendicular sex, so she had to lean forward and ride me that way. Watching her colossal ass bouncing and jiggling on my cock left me utterly speechless. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

—

Jenny hummed as I embraced her, panted as I kissed her, and moaned as I fucked her. I had her against the wall, she was standing up on one leg while her other leg was extended straight up like she was an acrobat. Her raised leg was across my chest, her fuzzy bunny toes wiggling above my head as I drummed her cervix. It would have been a crime not to take advantage of her flexibility. With her legs so far spread, the depth and freedom of movement I got were amazing, and she was so wet and loose from arousal that I felt like my cock was almost swimming through her.

With her leaning against the wall, my hands were free to roam her body, from squeezing her breasts to tickling her belly. But what was really driving her wild was my middle finger stirring up her anus, turning the gentle bunny into a ravenous harlot. The faster I fingered her, the more aggressive she became, sucking on my lower lip when we kissed and even separating so she could nibble on my ear.

“Master! Please! Cum inside me!” she begged.

“You never need to ask.”

I kept fucking her, ignoring her cries of climax until I had one of my own. I pulled out of her, leaving her pussy dripping with semen.

—

Talia couldn’t help but shed tears when I tore her hymen, but she didn’t stop lowering herself onto my cock. While I was sitting in an easy chair, she was suspended over my lap, her legs spread over the arms of the chair with her feet hanging down the sides. Only my P and her V were in contact. Using just the muscles in her thighs, she started bobbing on my cock, slow, gentle dips to allow herself to get used to it. While she became accustomed to the feeling of being penetrated, I ran my hands through her beautiful feathers and kissed her breasts. Due to her size when she was just a bird, her hybrid form was likewise small and she had flat breasts, but to me, she was stunning and sexy beyond words.

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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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