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My parents bought a new place and we’d just moved in. The house was very nice but it was going to take some time to get it (and us) properly organised. Mum was running around, trying to decide what furniture she wanted where, what she wanted to get rid, what she wanted to buy new.

It turned out that new covered all curtains and blinds. The few that were in the house were total crap. I pulled down the blind in my room and I really pulled it down. It came off its rollers and landed at my feet in a crumbling heap. Quite frankly, I considered that the condition of that blind was superior to the condition of my curtains. I pointed out to my mother that curtains and blinds had better be right up on top of her to do list.

There was a large double garage that had a lot of junk in it. It also had a lot of useful stuff according to my father. When he wasn’t rearranging furniture for my mother or being dragged down to the shops to look at new furniture (and curtains, I hoped), he would be in the garage, trying to sort out the mess.

What really got me about our new place were the gardens. At some stage they had been lovely, well organised and thoughtfully arranged. Just not recently. Now they were an overgrown shambles. I mentioned this to my father.

“That was one of the attractions of this place,” he said, his face perfectly bland. “Knowing how you like gardening I thought you’d see it as a challenge.”

A challenge? Carving your way through the rain forest with a rusty machete, looking for a rare plant, would be a challenge. It would also probably be simpler that restoring this shambles back into a proper garden. However, I had my orders, however subtly given, and I turned my attention to the garden.

I didn’t have to be back at work for a couple of weeks so I had plenty of time to start sorting things out. With the amount of amazing tangle in there I insisted that Dad get a mini skip so I had somewhere to dump everything. Then I pointed out that it would be a bit hard for me to dump the garden rubbish in the mini skip when he’d filled it with junk from the garage and maybe he should get it emptied and replaced.

The first few days went well. I was basically tearing out garbage and trimming overgrown bushes and it wasn’t too long before you could get a decent idea of what the garden would eventually look like. Then came the first really hot day, warning that a hot summer was coming. After a few hours sweltering in the heat I decided to give the garden a miss for a few hours. Hopefully it would cool down a little in the late afternoon.

Mum had dragged Dad off to the shops again and I had the house to myself for a few hours. I came in from the garden, grotty and smelly and sweaty and hot and sticky and generally with a severe case of the irrits. I stripped off and took a shower, washing all of my discomforts away in a stream of warm water. (Not hot. Not in this weather.) I padded back to my bedroom, nude, feeling naughty and free.

Once in my bedroom I flicked on the air conditioner. This was the first time I’d required it. Why was I not surprised when it didn’t work? I SMS’d a message to Dad telling him that he might like to check out modern air conditioners while he was out. He SMS’d “DAMN” back to me. Language, Dad.

We didn’t have any fans. Our previous house had working air conditioners and we hadn’t needed any. I went and opened my windows wide, hoping to catch what breeze there was. I also looked out at the garden, noting the work I’d done and the work that I still needed to be doing. Satisfied with my progress I then backed up to my bed, spread my arms wide, and just flopped backward onto it.

I just lay there for a few minutes. A little voice told me I really should get up off the bed and do some work around the house. There were still plenty of things that needed to be done. Boxes to unpack, things to be put away, some cleaning to be done. Hop up, get some clothes on, get to work, the little voice said. Stuff it, I said in reply. Everything can wait while I relax.

I really should have listened to that little voice. I was lying there, eyes shut, completely relaxed, and someone spoke to me, and that someone was not the little voice.

“Very nice. Very nice, indeed. You look quite lovely lying there like that.”

Talk about an ‘oh, shit’ moment. I was alone in the house, naked, lying on my bed in a manner that was displaying everything I had and now I find I was not alone in the house. My eyes popped open and I was looking with horror at a large figure leaning against the doorway to my bedroom, admiring me.

I just froze for a moment or two, and he took the opportunity to keep right on looking. No apology and backing away. Not from this man. Then I snapped out of it and convulsed into a sitting position, arms folded across my breasts and legs firmly together.

I also recognized the man. I’d actually spoken to him several times across the fence. It was Tom, from next door. He was also a keen gardener and had given me a few tips while cosmic love france izle I was working. He’d offered to come around and help me if I thought I really needed it. So far I hadn’t.

“Wh-what?” was about all I was able to say.

“I saw you cavorting around in here and thought I’d better come over and see if you needed some help,” Tom said, “Especially when you stood in the window letting me admire you.”

Oh, geez. I’d completely overlooked that a window in Tom’s place was opposite my window, and I had no curtains or blinds yet. Thanks, Mum. I said to put those things on the priority list. Not only that, I’d been standing at the open window, boobs hanging out, wishing for a breeze and inspecting my garden. I flicked a glance at the window and, to my chagrin I was abruptly reminded that they were full length windows. It wasn’t just my breasts that I’d had on display.

I looked back at Tom and the rotten man was looking amused.

“You know, when a man such as myself sees a nubile young woman making such a blatant display of herself there’s really only one course of action open to them,” he said, and the regretful look was he gave me was a masterpiece of more in sorrow than anger.

I could feel myself going pale. Unfortunately I could also feel an odd excitement starting to burn inside. An unwanted excitement. For god’s sake, he was an old man. Nearly as old as my father.

“You’re going to rape me?” I whispered, hoping I sounded horrified and not expectant.

“Rape you?” Tome exclaimed, sounding genuinely shocked. “For shame for even thinking I’d do something like that. No, I was thinking that your behaviour has been inappropriate and you needed a little gentle correction. I mean, flashing at the window. Shocking.”

“Then what do you think you’re going to do?” I demanded.

“Oh, I thought a spanking might help guide you to watching your future behaviour. Of course, if you’d prefer to be raped. . .”

His voice tailed off suggestively.

“No! Anyway, if you’ve got any complaints about my behaviour why don’t you just take it up with my parents?”

“You’re an adult,” Tom pointed out. “I can’t see your parents having much control over what you now do apart from looking at you in a disappointed way and shaking their heads sadly. And I really can’t see your father giving you a spanking dressed the way you are.”

He was right on both counts. If my mother knew I’d been flashing the neighbours (even though it was accidental) shaking her head sadly would have been just her reaction. As for my father, he wouldn’t dream of spanking me, even if I was fully dressed. He’d be scandalised if he saw me naked.

“All right, you’ve made your point. I apologise. I was distracted when I found the air conditioner didn’t work and I just automatically opened the window.”

“And you opened them very nicely,” said Tom, smiling.

He turned and looked up at the air conditioner. He thumped the wall next to the power point it was plugged into and it burst into life.

“Old Mrs Martin used to kick it,” he said, indicating a scruffy patch on the plaster. “There’s a loose connection. You just need to get an electrician to take a look at it.”

“Oh. Thank you. Ah, if you don’t mind I’d like to get dressed now.”

“You’re forgetting something,” came the amused response.

The hell I was. I was hoping he would.

“What do you mean?” I asked, full of naïve innocence.

The swine had the gall to laugh at me. He strolled over and sat next to me.

“The spanking, remember? To help you remember to be a good girl in future.”

“I’ll remember. There’s no need to spank me,” I pointed out, feeling slightly desperate.

“Need, no. Desire, yes. I find my hand is itching to paddle that cute little derriere of yours. Come along now.”

He took hold of my wrist, drawing me towards him, plainly intent on putting me across his knee.

“Wait. Can’t I put some panties on first?” I pleaded.

“Well, you could, but that would just mean that I’d have to peel them off you, so why bother. If you’re worried that I’ll see more than I should, don’t be. I already have.”

With that he renewed his tugging on my wrist and it was either do as he wanted and bend over his knee or go into full self-defence mode and try to fight him off. I looked at him. I mean, I really looked at him. He was big and burly, and that wasn’t fat on him, I was sure. It was all muscle. If I tried to wrestle with him he’d beat me in five seconds flat. If it lasted that long. I sighed and capitulated.

Oh, geez. Finding myself lying across a man’s lap with my naked bum sticking up in the air made me feel incredibly wanton. I could feel excitement burning inside me again. I mean, I was naked. He was going to spank me and I was lying on his lap, naked. How could this be?

“Ok, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Just so you know that you’re safe, relatively speaking, I’ll tell you how this will proceed. I’ll be spanking dahmer monster the jeffrey dahmer story izle you on your cheeks.”

His hand was drifting cross my cheeks, indicating the area he was going to spank. I could feel the tips of his fingers just very lightly brushing against my bottom as his hand moved around. My god, if he kept doing that I was going to start getting wet. The man was a monster.

“Now you’re probably a little worried that I might try to take unfair advantage of you while you’re like this. Rest assured I won’t be touching you in this area at any time.”

His hand drifted down to indicate the area he wasn’t going to touch. There was a feather-light movement of fingertips gliding softly over my mound. I could feel my legs involuntarily drifting further apart as Tom traced my mound all the way round to my mons. How he managed that with just the tips of his fingers touching me is beyond me. God, he must know what that touch was doing inside me. I was feeling even hotter and I was quite sure that my lips had parted and were probably glistening with moisture.

“Don’t touch me there,” I gasped, squirming slightly.

“Don’t worry. I won’t,” he assured me. “This area will be completely off-limits.”

Maybe so, but did he have to define the area in such detail? I’ll swear that his fingertips managed to brush across every square inch of my pussy.

“Shall we commence?” he suggested, and I gave a yelp as his hand came down smartly on my bottom.

“Damn it, that hurt,” I wailed.

“It’s a spanking,” he pointed out. “It’s supposed to hurt.”

His hand came down again and I bounced under the strike and yelped again. For some reason his free hand circled under me and covered my breasts.

“Why, yow, are you touching, ow, stop, my breasts,” I wailed, while he went on having his fun.

“I thought you might find it distracting to have them bouncing around while I spanked you,” came the calm reply. “I’ll just hold them steady for you.”

How can a man groping your breasts make it sound so reasonable? Especially while he was spanking you?

“I’d rather you didn’t,” I managed to get out, in between yelps and squeals and requests for him to cease and desist.

“OK,” he said. “Not a problem.”

His hand moved to the small of my back, while the spanking went ahead. My god, I was now aware of how my breasts were bouncing around every time my body got jolted by that hand coming down on my bottom. Worse still, I was aware that he was aware that my breasts were bouncing about and the rotten beast was probably enjoying watching them.

“Now you do know why you’re getting this spanking?” he asked.

“Yes,” I half screamed. “Now please stop.”

“And that reason is?”

“Because you’re a brute and thought you’d have some fun spanking me,” I yelled.

The monster gave my bottom one last spank and laughed.

“Close enough, I guess,” he said. “We’ll call that a day. Now you will concede that I kept my word and only spanked your cheeks?”

His fingers were brushing, oh so lightly, across my poor battered bottom.

“Yes,” I snapped. “Let me up now.”

“And I didn’t take unfair advantage by molesting you in this area, now did I?”

For god’s sake. He again started showing me where he hadn’t touched me by touching me there. And he wasn’t so shy about it, his hand briskly rubbing against my mound. I was damned sure he could feel the unwanted heat inside me and he could probably detect the moisture there, which was probably leaking out and lubricating the area.

“Yes,” I said quickly. “You kept your word. Now let me up.”

With that Tom swung me to my feet and just like that I was standing in front of him, looking startled, no doubt, with my hands hovering around my bottom, wanting to rub it but not wanting him to have the satisfaction of seeing me do so.

From possibly looking startled I became very startled when Tom stood up and started undoing his trousers.

“What the hell are you doing?” I whispered.

“Taking off my trousers,” he replied, stating the obvious.

“You said you weren’t going to rape me,” I protested, feeling slightly sick and excited, both at the same time.

“That’s correct. I wouldn’t do that.”

His trousers dropped and, for someone who had no intention of raping an innocent young miss such as myself, his cock looked as though it was both ready and capable of doing just that.

“Then why are you getting undressed,” I said through gritted teeth. I wanted to scream with frustration. The man was simply maddening.

“I am getting undressed because, unless you tell me not to, I’m going to lay you on that bed, ease your legs apart, and then have sex with you.”

What? He said he wasn’t going to rape me and now he was saying he was?

“But, but you said you weren’t going to rape me,” I protested, highly indignant. He’d lied to me.

He’d also taken my damned saint izle arms, turned me around and pushed me back down onto the bed. Just like that he’d lifted my legs up off the floor and swung me around so that I was lying properly on the bed, legs parted.

“I suspect that you’re deliberately not listening,” he said, climbing onto the bed and kneeling between my thighs. “I said I was going to have sex with you, unless you told me not to. As of yet, you haven’t told me not to.”

I looked down at where his cock was now scraping back and forth along my slit, teasing my lips and looking as though it was glistening slightly. My juices were on his cock, I realised. And I still hadn’t told him not to.

I was going to tell him to stop. Really I was. I just seemed to run out of time. His hand was there, moving my lips apart, then his cock was there, pressing between them.

“I, ah, you, um, that is,” I mumbled, and he promptly stopped and looked at me, waiting for me to finish what I was going to say. I stared back at him, confused. What was I going to say? My eyes dropped and I watched fascinated as his cock pressed against me. I could actually feel that thing pressing against my inner lips.

I didn’t say anything and Tom didn’t say anything, but I felt the weight of his cock seem to increase. It was getting so heavy that my body was giving way, letting it go in. Now I could feel his cock moving smoothly into my passage and it was way too late to tell him not to do that.

Tom moved slowly but surely, sinking into me. I could feel him inside me. Boy, could I feel him, fat and hot and hard and pushing deeper. I was hot and wet and my willing flesh just melted away as his cock descended, closing and clinging after he passed. I gave a gasp as I felt his groin slap firmly against mine, knowing he had me just where I wanted him.

His hands were on my breasts, stroking them, teasing them, agitating my nipples and sending little ripples of excitement deeper into me. My nipples, I suddenly realised, had been hard ever since Tom had groped my breasts while spanking me. Now they were letting me know how sensitive and excited they were.

Tom started pulling back, withdrawing slowly. I waited, almost trembling with eagerness, for him to stop and charge back into me. He didn’t. He just popped right out, leaving me lying there, stunned.

“Roll over,” came the soft command, and it was a command. Not a suggestion.

I rolled onto my tummy and Tom’s hands closed around my hips. He lifted me slightly, and I could feel his cock pressing against me again. I scrabbled to get my knees under me, holding me in position, then he was taking me again, driving fiercely in, his arms around me as he fondled my breasts again.

This time he didn’t muck around. He got right to it, driving himself into me again and again. I was squealing and bucking under him, pushing firmly back to meet him, wanting him in me just as much as he wanted to be there.

It was wonderful, feeling him sliding back and forth in me, every stroke teasing my nerves, building on the excitement. We seemed to just fall into a mutually agreeable rhythm, with Tom driving in hard and fast, but not too fast. Much nicer if you can prolong things.

It went on and on, and I passed on into a dream state, just letting the feelings have their way with me. I was no longer consciously reacting and pushing against Tom. It was all just happening without me doing a thing but feel.

I could hear myself making appreciative noises. I was also vaguely aware of a pleading note creeping into my voice. My excitement was riding high, but there was something missing, I just knew it. I guess that something missing was what I was pleading for.

Tom kept on moving in me, and my excitement was now really riding me. I had reached a plateau, but it wasn’t the right one. Something more was needed and the wanting was starting to upset me. I wasn’t pleading anymore, I was demanding, pushing myself harder against Tom, trying to force something.

Tom finally responded, driving in faster. The extra fillip sent my excitement rising rapidly and Tom was hitting me faster and faster. I was almost screaming by this stage, my body responding violently to Tom’s action.

I climaxed with a shriek and then clamped my mouth closed while waves of pleasurable relief rolled through me. Tom was climaxing, too. I could tell from his reactions and the way he sagged over me, sort of collapsing onto me. Not that I could talk. I’d collapsed face down on the bed and I wasn’t going anywhere.

I felt Tom withdraw, but it was with a detached sort of interest. I was incapable of reacting to it. I just lay there, face down, bum up, slowly letting my energy recover.

When I finally had enough energy to roll over and sit up I found Tom was dressed and standing there, watching me, and looking amused.

He lifted a finger.

“Point one. Kick the wall to turn on the AC or get an electrician in.”

Another finger joined the first.

“Point two. Tell your mother that curtains are a priority.”

The third finger lifted.

“Point three. No more nudies at the open window.”

I gave him what was supposed to be a cold look. It’s hard to give a cold look and be all proud and haughty when you don’t have clothes on.

“Points taken,” I said. “Now if you’ll excuse me I want to have a shower and get dressed.”

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Elise was enjoying a mid-morning cup of coffee when the phone rang. Lisa was busy in the kitchen so Elise answered it. “Hello. I’m Annita, the colleague of Dick Browne,” spoke the voice at the other end in a very pronounced Spanish accent. “Dick left some business unfinished, so I wondered if I could come round and take over,” continued the voice.

“Sure, I’m not busy this morning, so swing by,” replied Elise.

“Thanks! I’m in the area so I can be there in about half an hour”, continued Annita.

Elise finished her coffee and then passed by the bathroom to tidy up and brush her long black hair. She was dressed as usual in a mid-length wrap-around skirt, white boob-tube and 3-inch block-heel mules. Sure enough, the doorbell chimed before she had left the bathroom, and Elise ran down back to the sitting room as Lisa ushered in her guest. Not surprisingly, the woman was a beautiful buxom Latina with wide hips and a narrow waist, either Venezuelan or Colombian. Aruba abounded with beauties like these since Aruba was a mere 26km off the coast of Venezuela.

Elise settled back into an easy chair and offered her guest a similar one opposite with just a small side table to hand off to the side. “So, I’m Annita. I work out of Aruba with Dick on the timeshares that interest you. We shall be going back shortly and so I wanted to meet you and try and finish what Dick started,” said Annita.

“Yes. I remember Dick’s visit here very well. We got side-tracked by some personal business that interested us both very much,” said Elise.

“Really?” replied Annita, “If sometimes when we touch izle I’m not too forward, may I ask what it was that interested him so much and side-tracked him from our business?” Annita continued.

Elise looked straight at Annita and a slow broad smile spread across her face. “You don’t know?” she asked.

Elise kicked off her mules and drew her legs up so that her heels were on the chair just as she had done for Dick. She clasped her hands around her legs, and of course, the wrap-around skirt fell away to the side. Still looking directly at Annita, Elise said, “Would you care to hazard a guess now?” queried Elise. Annita’s face was a picture as the penny finally dropped. Her eyes left Elise’s face and slowly went down to the same place that had fascinated Dick. Once her gaze hit that spot, it never moved. Indecision was apparent in Annita’s face, but regaining composure, she made her decision and then her move. Her mind said to her, “If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em.” With her mind now made up, she slithered off her chair and moved on all fours across the short gap to where Elise was perched. Elise knew of course that she now had the situation covered, and as Annita approached, she unclasped her skirt letting it slide away, and rolled up her boob-tube exposing her large full breasts with the massive brown areolas and long brown nipples.

Annita firmly lifted the legs of Elise one by one over the arms of the chair and buried her head between the milky white thighs of Elise, working her tongue special forces worlds toughest test izle into the mass of long black pubic hair, her hands reaching for and stroking those orbital boobs. Elise moved her pelvis forward to receive more attention as Annita licked and tongue-fucked her hard.

Annita was now fully committed and carefully manoeuvered Elise around so that her pussy was uppermost. Now Annita stood up and bent forward, forcing the legs of Elise horizontal as she continued servicing the full-bodied cunt of Elise.

Shortly after Annita arrived the phone rang and Lisa answered it immediately on the kitchen extension. It was Dick announcing that he too was almost at the door, and so Lisa ran to let him in before the doorbell sounded. She had a rough plan in her mind, and as Dick entered the hall, she closed the door quietly and turned to Dick. “Stay here a minute or two, please Dick,” said Lisa in a pleading way. To reinforce her request she dropped to her knees and unzipped his fly, eagerly looking to release the member that she knew was hiding there. As the member came into sight, she took it into her mouth and worked it quickly up to a rigid state. Dick bent down and picked up the maid. Knowing full well that there would be no panties interfering, he placed her carefully onto his dick and eased about 4 inches inside her compact pussy. Working her up and down she quickly came to an orgasm and Dick then placed her back onto the floor. “Thanks,” exclaimed Lisa, as she ran off back to hoffman family gold izle the kitchen, forgetting to usher him in.

Dick made himself decent again and entered the living room. We know the sight that greeted him, with Annita bending over Elise with her head buried in her pussy. Dick needed no further introduction. He knew both ladies and their needs. “Annita, it’s me,” Dick ventured. Moving in behind Annita he lifted her short skirt over her waist and quickly rolled down her panties, lifting her left leg to release the garment. What was before him now was the best looking ass that one could ever hope to see: broad, clean, shiny and a pale amber colour. Dick lost no time dropping his own pants and boxers, thinking to himself how lucky he was that he had not needed to cum inside Lisa. No problem with this big, bulging pussy. He already knew it well and that his full 7-plus inches was not a problem.

Wrapping his arms around Annita’s waist Dick probed for entry. Annita was already soaking wet, so wet in fact that his swollen member slipped inside easily, with the passage slick and warm. Elise slid down until she could lick Dick’s balls as he commenced to give Annita the roughest fuck he could muster: just the way he knew she liked it. Dick discharged and pulled out slowly. Elise was now in an ideal position to catch the fluids starting to drip from Annita’s cunt, and eventually to slurp the remainder direct from her juicy pussy lips. Dick collapsed into Annita’s chair and watched as the ladies completed their repast.

Elise spoke, “Dear Dick. I’m not going to demand attention from you right now, BUT you have to promise me here and now that you will give me and Jacques your full and dedicated attention once more before you leave for Aruba.”

“What choice do I have?” replied Dick. “To be quite honest, that is exactly what I had hoped you would say. Now please, Mrs. Devereaux…er…Elise… can we finish the business that we are supposed to be here for?”

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The day was winding slowly down as I sat in my office wishing I had already finished my last proposal of the week. My chef’s jacket no longer crisp and white, looked as wilted as the lettuce I had refused earlier; my checked pants were spotted with bittersweet chocolate and the liquor of dozens of oysters. The kitchen was shut, the restaurant empty and quiet. Now in the late night calm all that loomed ahead was some paperwork.

My next client was beyond difficult-demanding, rude and possessing the most awful palate of any human I had ever had the displeasure of creating for in my life. I pulled my auburn curls loose from the bun I had screwed them into early that morning and shook the tumbling twists out over my shoulders.

As a Chef, who caters to a somewhat eccentric clientele, I am used to long hours and the money is fantastic-but these prima donnas that can’t taste the difference between cat food and albacore tuna irritate me. I looked over Mrs. Modal’s latest requests and almost dropped the paperwork. She wants a dinner composed of aphrodisiacs; the unpleasant image of her ropy, veined fingers feeding the pool boy made me shudder. Her request was intriguing at the very least and the cost of such a feast would certainly allow me to complete some of the necessary renovations on my “handyman’s special.”

I was far too busy to have purchased an ancient farm house-with the restaurant thriving and my catering business booming I could not even begin the renovations that would have turned the house into a home. I wanted so badly to scrap this work and head home to a long shower and then to bed. But since the shower wasn’t finished I’d only be heading home to a trickle of lukewarm water and plaster dust.

I kicked off my clogs and stretched my long legs out onto the desk. All day on my feet, and now a long night of research ahead of me. Where to begin the research for this?

I pursued my texts and then found some wonderful food history books and started to stack them on my desk. The stack grew until I stopped myself-enough reading for a week-I headed out to the bar to hunt for some liquid inspiration. Mmmm, a sweet bottle of a local winery’s berry wine-and some Parmesan crackers to nibble upon.

Not exactly a nutritious dinner, so I head to the walk-in and grab a bowl of fresh raspberries and a slice of Brie. Juggling the plates and the wine I headed to my office. I kicked the door shut behind me, and lay out my picnic. I unbuttoned the jacket and un- tucked my gray tank top. I skimmed the books as I layered crackers with shavings of Brie and fragrant berries. The wine slipped easily down my throat and after an hour or so I was pleasantly warm and relaxed. The research had gone from dry to far more interesting; maybe it was the wine.

I began to debate the menu choices and memories of my favorite erotic meals crept forth. Despite the reputation of foods such as oysters I realized wistfully that my most passionate meals had been evocative of the men whose bodies had been my inspirations.

I had always believed that the fastest way into a man’s soul was through an impeccably prepared meal with me as at least one, if not two courses. Now I was so busy it had been a very long time since I had catered to my whims.

My mind conjured up past lovers and the meals I had shared with them. The sexual tensions intermingling with the ingredients I had used to bewitch their taste buds. My first lover had been seduced with the foods of his childhood. Sweet, young Noah-a good Jewish boy, and I had take his mother’s recipes and used them to slowly rip his innocence from him. Almost as easy as shelling an oyster-slipping his hunger for me between the shell of youth and twisting the knife so quickly it slipped apart revealing a smooth pearl.

My youth had made me careless also, too much garlic, coarsely ground matzo instead of fine. Mistakes that I learned from, as I learned to prepare the horseradish and beets he loved with the gefilte fish. Watching his smile as I presented silky chicken broth, fragrant with parsley lapping at the globes of the matzo balls. His joy at my work in the kitchen was repaid ten fold. His hands stroking my flesh, my neck and shoulders yielding the chestnut man izle to his gentle massage. As time passed and I tempted him with halvah and macaroons, my tender breasts were lavished with kisses. His mouth nibbling and suckling at me until my come cries made him blush.

Eventually, my virginity was lost after hours of kisses sweet with honey and sunshine. His mouth working, tasting every inch of me until I was lost to it. My hands clenching his back and shoulders as he drank me. Noah was amazingly gentle, afraid to push or bite. Yet he could not disguise his astonishment at my orgasms, his pleasure at causing them was in itself erotic to me. I was so eager to feel him and experience the forbidden fruit that I think I may have coerced him. His body possessing mine for the first time, skills learned from sweaty teenaged dreams, I was in heaven.

High school memories cloyingly sweet like the charosh at Passover.

I had let my fingers trace my collarbone and without realizing it I had begun stroking my throat and neck. My nipples hardening under the now damp material of my tank top.

I had not thought of Noah in decade-high school lovers lost in a sea of adulthood. Odd how clearly I could recall his mouth and our passions. Yet I found myself unable to recall our break up-blame it on the wine. Another drama that was the extravagance of youth, I vaguely recall not listening to a certain Peter Gabrielle album until the early 1990s-it must have had “our song” on it. I chuckled and poured another glass of wine. I popped a berry into my mouth and press it to the roof of my mouth; the juices flowed over my tongue.

The berries reminded me of a college love, a perfect summer romance. My Texas boy, David, tall, lanky and so able to taunt me into utter submission. He was so scholarly looking, very well spoken and intelligent. Too intelligent, hours were spent bantering with him, over every possible subject. A classmate of mine in an Ethics class, we debated endlessly and of course contempt and sarcasm soon led to passion. He was utterly irresistible; a full foot taller than my 5’4″, with a slight twang in his voice and wide shoulders. An argument over barbecue had actually set it all off, the sex following the meal was some of the best I had ever had up to then-the barbecue was undoubtedly the best I have ever had in my life.

We spent hours marinating the meat and he refused to tell me the ingredients of hid spice rub. I joking offered to suck it out of him and soon I found myself kneeling in front of him. He leaned against the kitchen counter and coolly watched me unbutton his worn jeans. I don’t think he looked away until after I had worked my mouth over the tip of his cock. The kitchen was pungent with chili powder and vinegar, smelling the marinade as I sucked him was sensory overload. As the acids broke down the fibers in the beef I slowly worked my small, wet mouth up and down the length of my argumentative friend. His hands slipped into my hair, tangling as he held my head. My mouth still taunting him, slow licks all over the base. My tongue feather light, then sucking each ball into my mouth. Opening my throat to take him deeply then laving him up and down, my tongue tasting all of him.

Finally he pulled out, and running his fingers over my bruised lips he whispered, “Awww, poor baby is too hungry.” The twang rumbling in his throat and making me weak in the knees. He effortlessly lifted me on to the table and proceeded to make love to me so slowly I thought I would die.

His voice low and deep in my ears as he patiently explained that he would take me as slowly as the beef should cook, that way I would always remember to make the recipe correctly. I was soaking wet and screaming as I was finally allowed to come. My orgasm milking him, his stamina amazes me. I was spread totally open, his length sliding deeper, then pulling out. He constantly kissed and bit my neck, my breasts sore from his mouth. The pain and pleasure melding and pushing me further than I thought possible.

I was begging him to let me orgasm, pleading as I struggled to catch my breath. Leaning forward and ramming himself deeper the climb izle still he once again murmured, “Awww, I am mighty sorry ma’am, and I can’t let you finish yet.”

His teasing and tormenting me had me fully riled, When he released my hands I grabbed his head and kissed him as I bucked my hips. So wild for him, I rolled my pelvis and found myself coming again and again on his still throbbing cock. Finally, he looked deep into my eyes and pronounced me tenderized-I was wrung out and exhausted. His then thrust hard and filled me with his come. The heat and force drew forth yet another orgasm from me.

The aftermath of our sexual feast was some of the most meltingly tender beef I had ever tasted. The aged Angus beef and his secret rub tantalized me-my mouth burned from the peppers and my sore lips tingled from the tangy cider vinegar. True to his style the burning was soothed by sweet, hot cornbread. The edges crisp and flavorful with cracklings, the inside silken and loaded with butter.

I spent hours trying to coax the recipes from him-much to our mutual satisfaction. My mouth sore and bruised but oh so very happy. The rewards of my diligence were numerous spice combinations and a healthy respect for beef in all it’s most flavorful forms. Texas caviar, smoky black-eyed peas and sweet tea complimented the meals he taught me to cook. My body blossomed under his slow and powerful lovemaking. If I ever tried to rush anything he’d gently restrain me until he’d broken my willful spirit. I felt as though I was in a sort of love rodeo-damn those cowboys.

I had bitten my lip and that snapped me back to the present. My mouth syrupy from the wine and now with a bruised lip, and no proposal. I shook my head and tried to clear the miasma of sex from my brain. Try as I might the sight of David’s hands on my skin lingered. I stretched trying to regain my composure. Thankful that I was alone I dared to run my hand over my now swollen nipples and across my stomach-I stopped at the waistband of my pants. I wanted so badly to lose myself in my memories and release the tension but I forced myself to continue working.

This menu would never get itself done if I continued to be this distracted-I was too lonely if menu planning was this interesting. I looked over one of the articles on cultural influences and found some ingredients used to heat the blood. The flavors of ginger and peppers are thought to warm the blood and result in passion “flowering.” I surrendered to yet another memory and relaxed and actually closed my eyes as it flowed over me.

Nyguen, my lover from Vietnam, and the exotic scents and tastes that still called up his ghost for me. I spent a year in a Vietnamese kitchen studying and watching the style of cooking so wonderfully familiar and foreign. The French techniques and the mysterious ingredients artfully combined to entrance me. Nyguen was the son of one of our chefs. I had only recently begun to learn the language-luckily I was able to pick it up quickly since the languages in the kitchen were exclusively French and Vietnamese. He sat watching me as I scurried to obey his mother’s request for basil. I found out later he spoke almost no Viet and precious little French. I caught him staring at me and dared to smile-he was so American looking. He sat in the doorway wearing a leather jacket and jeans. His silken hair long and wild-looking every inch a rock and roll star. The guitar case covered with stickers from his latest tour. Home for a brief visit heed come to the restaurant to convince his mother he needed some home cooked meals. As Americanized as he looked his taste buds still craved the food of his youth.

His mother decided to invite me to share in their meal. I was eager to practice what I had learned so far-and very excited about spending an evening with this exotic creature.

I packed my knife kit and off we went to their apartment. I chatted with Nyguen on the way in English. I had not spoken it for a few weeks and it sounded strange to me. His eyes roved me as we laughed and flirted. I luxuriated in his gaze-reptilian and detached, but hungry like I was potential prey.

Once inside the apartment I the devils hour izle was ushered past the ancestor altars and soon I stood surrounded by mounds of chai gaoi and pots of rice vermicelli. Nyguen sang and played his guitar, as I skillfully julienned gingerroot and lemon grass. A lacy chiffonade of basil, mint and cilantro flew beneath my cleaver. My chef watched my fingers moisten the delicate wrappers that soon would be foiled to bursting with succulent shrimp and minced vegetables. His smile made me nervous, and his teasing in English became quite blunt. Luckily his mother paid his English little mind as she corrected my seasonings.

Finally after hours of preparations we sat down to eat. She tasted and approved and then retired, sliding the doors closed behind her.

Alone and intoxicated on the heady scents I grew bolder, the sight of the chop ticks grasping the tender food reminded me of dragon claws. The tang of the lemon grass, along with the fire of the chilies was so familiar but mingling with the fishy flavor of the nuoc mam and the searing hot spring rolls it was a sublime experience. Nyguen began to feed me-hot bites of fried chai gaoi wrapped in cool lettuce then dipped in the pungent nuoc cham. My taste buds were under his spell. The pork and rice vermicelli defied all my previous expectations. The smoky pork wrapped in vermicelli and garnished with peanuts and chopped basil, I actually sighed out loud. He enjoyed my reactions, and soon I found myself being fed small bites of mango, the juices I eagerly licked from his fingers.

My mouth was offered other delicacies-fresh young coconut and shaved ice drenched in the milk of the coconut was followed by kisses. He was utterly without apologies as he pulled me into his room. I watched my hunger for him gnawing at my loins; he stripped of the American clothes and revealed a tawny body. His skin was golden, muscles curling beneath the flesh catlike as he released that magnificent hair-a black mane that rolled down his back. He smelled of citrus and fresh cut grass, with a smoky scent like jasmine incense-now with all pretenses stripped away he became utterly foreign. His dark almond eyes watching every reaction that he coaxed from me. My skin so white against him, my pleasure so evident and so uncontrolled. He stroked me slowly, once again dragon claws-never rending my flesh but making me helpless nonetheless. I felt his hair fall across my skin as he moved down my body, mouth, hands, tongue, and hair all separate elements all combined. My moans were captured in his mouth as he softly probed with kisses tasting of ginger. My sighs and mews were richly rewarded as he rolled me over and started at the nape of my neck. He worked his way down my spine, licking and blowing softly across the damp skin-by the time he finished with my back I was supple as silk in his arms. The journey down the back of my thighs and to my ankles was slower than I thought possible. I was a prisoner and my thighs parted as he eased himself into me. A position I had only ever thought of as doggie soon became dragon as he bit and writhed his way into me,

I felt him twisting into me and would have screamed from the pleasure had he not suddenly captured my mouth. His hair cascading over my shoulders, adding a silken torment to his thrusts. I moved with him, my orgasms building and crashing like waves.

His hands were everywhere at once, cupping my breasts, clawing my back.

He stroked slowly and shallowly then would plunge hard and deep-my body releasing all tension only to have it build again as his mouth tore at my neck or his fingers pulled at my flesh.

He teased until I was crying for release then he relented and flowed into me-I imagined his fluid scalding me-but instead it coaxed a final wave from me and then we both collapsed. I snuggled against him trying to catch my breath. He whispered a warning that sex with him was like Chinese food-I would be hungry in an hour for more. I drifted into a blissful nap and was awakened delightfully by his kisses. I have never had a job I enjoyed so thoroughly the dismal pay was totally worth the hours in his bed.

With the hazy images of his skin pressed hot and hard into me I crept my hand into my pants-the crotch of my underwear was soaked. I slipped a hesitant finger into the wetness. Just then I heard the shocked gasp of my contractor, and the thud of wallpaper samples as they slid out of his hands onto the floor. I struggled to gather myself, blushing furiously as he stood in the doorway.

(to be continued)

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We got into the car, & arrived back at my hotel. Anne clothes were in my room so she asked to bring them down. I gathered courage & asked Anne to join me for a cup of coffee & pick her clothes also. She thought for a while & agreed. We moved to my room & as she was picking her clothes I took all the courage and went closer to her and kept my hands on her shoulder. She turned and gave me a cold stare first and then slowly blushed, and then asked me “will you make love to me?. I want to make a real break with my past.” And she came toward me.

We looked at each other for a moment and then she came into my arms. For a moment we were out of control, passionately kissing each other all over. I finally calmed enough to take her face in my hands and kiss her beautiful lips. Her breath was hot and we kissed long and passionately. I took off her jacket & led her over to bed. I bent over and kissed Anne firmly on her sweet lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down to her level and kissed me back. I moved my hands from her back and through her top I took her fair sized breast in my hand and started running my fingers round. She inhaled a deep breath and pressed her breast into my hand.

I unbuttoned her top and helped her out of it and the bra was next and I unhooked it. I cupped one of her breasts, releasing it from her bra. She shivered; the heat was growing inside her. I gently took her nipple and rolled it in my fingers. It hardened to my touch. I then took it into my mouth & held it between my teeth. She moaned and scratched my back with her nails. I took her bra off her shoulders and leaned over her taking her right nipple into my mouth. I sucked hard keeping her nipple in my mouth. I could feel it stretch and I bit down gently with my teeth and continued to pull.

Anne reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. She pushed it over her incredible hips and let it slide down. My cock started to throb at that sight, as well as the vision of her black panties.

I slid my fingers under the waistband and pulled them down. My dick was fully hard now in anticipation.

I moved & slipping off my jacket and tugging at my tie. Anne went to work on sadakat izle my pants as I wrestled with the buttons on my shirt. She unhooked my belt, then released the catch. I felt her fingers slide over my erection as she unzipped my trousers.

Kicking off my shoes and sliding my shirt off at the same time, I pulled the Pants & undies tossing them onto the chair. Anne reached her hand around my neck, her lips came up to mine and she kissed me passionately. Her tongue slid between my lips and teeth and teased at mine. Her glorious breasts were pushed into my chest, and her breathing was becoming quicker.

I kissed her, as we fell back on the bed, running my hands over her belly. Her beautiful large breasts pressing up against my chest, I started to gently massage them. We were completely naked, rolling around the bed, feeling each others heat building up.

She kissed my on both eyes and then down my throat. I raised my chin to allow her mouth to go where it wanted. Anne kissed her way down to my chest and lightly nipped both of my nipples with her teeth, then licked them with her healing tongue, and continued to kiss and lick her way down until her tongue was coiled in my navel.

She squeezed her breasts together and began to massage me with her nipples in the same places where she had been kissing me. This time, when she reached my down she took my cock gently in her hand, kissed the tip and licked the hole at the end. I sighed with pleasure.

Anne held the base with her thumb and forefinger and started licking the shaft, the head and under the ridge, after a while she backed off & knelt between my legs and started licking my crotch and balls. I was moaning with pleasure.

Anne moved up & ran her tongue all the way to the tip. She surrounded the head of my cock with her lips, and then slowly moved her head down, engulfing me in her mouth. She continued to take me into her mouth until her lips were pressed against my pubic hair. I lay back moaning in pleasure while I watched Anne’s head bobbing up and down on my shaft. After couple of minutes at the end of one stroke she stopped, took my cock out of her mouth and said “I really sadece arkadaşız izle like sucking you off. I hope you can hold off cumming for a while.” I was in no position to reply as I was riding high & she too without bothering to hear me resumed taking my rod all the way into her mouth and out again.

I felt my climax building and as it got close, I told Anne, “I’m going to cum”. She nodded her head briefly and stopped and squeezed the middle of my cock with her fingers so I could hold. I used all my mental energies to hold back my ejaculating.

She moved up beside me & said “I don’t want to waste your energies & want to feel you in me.

As I hugged her and kissed her, I ran my hands along her shapely waist, hips and ass. I moved my mouth to kiss her eyes and ears and then down her throat, and I cupped one of her gorgeous breast in my hand and licked on the nipple. It seemed Anne’s nipples were highly sensitive and just the touch of my tongue on the nipple caused her to start breathing hard. I gently fondled both the gorgeous twins and alternated licking the large, erect nipples. Anne leaned back with her head on one of the pillows & smiled.

I started to kiss her neck and shoulders, slowly going lower, running the tip of my tongue over her soft body. Massaging one of her breasts, I start to kiss the other, taking in her nipple and sucking on it gently, nibbling at it ever so softly. Making her moan. I alternated from nipple to nipple for several minutes. Holding her breast with my hand I licked the channel between them and licked and kissed my way down her delightful belly.

Anne moved her legs over my shoulders and I wrapped my arms around the beautiful thighs, burring my face in her lovely pussy. I kissed her inner thighs, running my fingers just outside her hot and dripping wet pussy and started massaging her there with my tongue and lips.

The smell of Anne Pussy made me mad & taste of her juices even more. After feasting on them, I licked slowly between Anne’s pussy lips while she was moaning and whimpering and fucking her pussy into my face.

Anne was humping her pussy into my face and her şahmaran izle moaning were becoming louder and increasingly ragged. She was really enjoying what I was doing. I slipped two fingers inside her and stroking her g-spot brought her to her long awaited climax. She screamed in delight as she clamped her thighs around my head and bucked hard against my face. My face was covered in her juices when she finally released her grip on me. “Oh Naveen, it’s been great I never felt like this.

“Well that’s just the trailer” I told her.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face.

When I returned, Anne was still lying on her back, a smile of blissful contentment on her face.

I lay on my back, with a pillow under my head as Anne moved down & took my cock in her mouth and sucked it for a few strokes. It was hard in no time . Anne moved & put her hands on my chest and prepared to mount me. Anne raised herself up and over my cock and then slowly lowered herself. I held my cock in my hand until the tip was even with her pussy, then rubbed it against her clit. She smiled in pleasurable anticipation then lowered herself, and I guided my cock into her pussy. Once the tip was in, Anne lowered herself even more slowly and my cock slipped into her wet pussy until it was all the way in, with my pubic hair tickling her smooth, sensitive pussy lips. She sat on me for a minute& then we began slowly fucking.

I squeezed her large breast with my hand & licked first one nipple, then the other. They were as big and as firm and as delectable to lick as I had ever known them to be, and I continued to lick on them. Anne changed her motion so she was rising up and slightly forward then back down. This produced greater penetration into her pussy. Our strokes were slow because we were enjoying ourselves so much and we wanted it to last. We continued fucking and kissing and giggling and pleasuring ourselves immensely, and then I whispered, “I’m going to cum.”

Anne shifted her position. Her strokes became longer and deeper as well as faster. Her purring changed to grunting and I could tell she was also ready to cum too. I put my hands on her hips to steady her. Faster and faster she pumped her pussy around my cock. I moaned and pulled her down tightly on my cock as I pumped my semen into her hot pussy.

Anne continued her motion as she milked the last juices out of my cock. Then she sprawled on top of me& my limp cock slipped out .

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A sliver of sunlight pierced through a small opening in the heavy curtains hanging on Staci’s bedroom window, streaking across the room as I opened my eyes Sunday morning. Staci was snuggled into my side one slender leg draped over my thigh, a tiny delicate hand softly resting on my chest and her head cradled on my shoulder. Her eyes remained closed and her breathing shallow as I stared up at the fancy lace canopy hanging above her bed.

Her petite body fit perfectly into my side, small champagne glass shaped breasts pressing against my naked flesh. The comforter I’d pulled over us before I drifted off to sleep still warmed us, making her body feel even more luscious.

My mind began reviewing the events of Saturday night. I had initially thought Staci to be a reserved conservative woman, but once the passion of our foreplay began she was quickly transformed into a seductive tigress, her incredible body matched equally by her sensuous mind. Unlike her roommate Gina, I knew that Staci wouldn’t be a one-time fuck but rather a woman I hoped to enjoy again and again.

I felt her body snuggle tighter against me as her fingers curled and she lightly scratched my chest with her perfectly manicured nails. “Morning lover.” She whispered.

I turned my face toward hers and replied. “Good morning sexy.”

Her eyes still appeared a little sleepy but sparkled just the same, the irises seemed a more sensual shade of green, the gray highlights disappearing in the brighter light of day.

“I kind of embarrassed myself last night.” Staci mentioned.

“How so?” I asked as I curled my arm and pulled her soft sleek body tighter against me.

Staci grinned then explained. “Watching that couple across the street really turned me on, I went a little wild when you started touching me.”

“That shouldn’t embarrass you, I absolutely loved it.” I replied squeezing her shoulder to emphasize how much I loved her aggressive manner.

“I’m not normally that wild.” She admitted while continuing to scratch lightly across my chest with her fingernails.

I grinned at her then said. “Trust me, I know some pretty wild women and you’re no wilder than most.”

Staci’s smile disappeared and she flattened her hand against my chest as she lifted her head off my shoulder, looked me squarely in the eyes and asked. “You’re involved with other women?”

Having no reason to lie to her I replied. “Yes, I’m seeing several other women.”

I instantly regretted using the word several as the frown that appeared on her face confirmed she had an issue with me seeing other women. Staci rolled away from me and sat up on the edge of the bed. Her sleek naked body slid from under the comforter as she spoke. “I wish you had told me that before we made love last night.”

I hadn’t even thought of telling her I was seeing other women before we began our mutual seduction and tried to explain as I replied. “I’m a 41 year old divorced man, I told you I have no intention of getting married again and I assumed you would have figured that I would be dating other women.”

Staci turned a little toward me so she could see my reaction as she asked. “Do these women know you are seeing others or are you cheating on all of them?”

My ex had cheated on me with several men, and the word cheating offended me a little. I knew my answer to Staci’s question would either salvage our budding relationship or end it just as we started. I hesitated a moment then answered. “They all know and are okay with it. In fact we sometimes spend evenings together.”

“Would you expect me to be a part of a ménage à trios?” Staci asked.

Her question gave me hope that she’d be okay with me dating other women and I quickly replied. “Staci, other than enjoying the time we share together, I have no expectations.”

“Well that’s good to know. Gina once talked me into a threesome with a guy she was dating and I felt like a third wheel the entire time.” Staci admitted.

I stared into her beautiful eyes waiting for her to continue. If she agreed to share me with the others I knew our time together would be one on one, which I was completely happy with.

Staci’s eyes dropped from mine and she hesitated for the longest time before speaking. “I not sure I’m willing to share a man with other women. Every time we’re together I’d feel like we are cheating on them.” Staci said.

“You’d feel that way even if they were aware I was seeing you?” I asked.

Staci returned her eyes to mine as she answered. “Oh god, that would make it even worse, I’m already wondering about whether I’m as good a fuck as them, and I can’t imagine they wouldn’t wonder the same if they knew about me.”

I knew Staci wouldn’t believe me if I told her she was a better fuck than all the rest, and to be quite honest I’ve never really compared them in that way. Every fuck is awesome to me. I still wanted to try and salvage something between Staci and me since I knew there were many sexual buttons still to push wednesday izle on her sleek sensual body. I reached out and gently touched her shoulder as I said. “I really enjoy being with you and hope we can see each other again.”

She moved so my hand slipped from her shoulder and turned more toward me before answering. “I love the way you touch me, the way you kiss me. I love the feel of your cock inside me, in my mouth and the sweet taste of your cum, but I don’t think I can share you with other women.”

I gazed over her lovely petite tits, up to her silky blonde hair and into her sparkling gray green eyes. I knew it would have to be on her terms if our relationship was to continue and offered a suggestion. “I want you to think about it Staci. I promise never to tell anyone about us if you change your mind.”

Staci stood up and began walking toward her closet. I studied her exquisite naked ass for what could possibly be the last time, the unique and colorful tramp stamp inviting my gaze. She slipped into a bathrobe and tied it tightly around her waist.

“I will think about it and promise to tell you what my decision is, but for now I think it best if you leave.” She said as she turned and walked toward the door.

I sat up on the edge of the bed and heard the bathroom door close. When I walked past I could hear Staci sobbing inside. As I collected my clothes and dressed I thought about what she was feeling, I had promised last night to honor the trust she had for me, and now she was crying because she felt I had already broken that trust.

She was still sobbing softly as I lightly knocked on the bathroom door and said. “I’m leaving Staci please forgive me for breaking your trust in me.” Staci didn’t reply and I left without saying another word.

As I waited for enough coffee to brew to fill my mug I wondered if Staci would actually call, or if her silence would serve as an answer to her decision. Only time would provide me with the answer.

The morning sun was beaming onto my balcony as I stepped through the door and went to the railing carrying a mug of hot coffee. I looked toward Kay’s apartment and saw she was standing on her balcony apparently enjoying the crisp morning air while having that first cup of java.

I waved to her and she instantly smiled widely and waved back. I wondered if her black lover was still there, or if she’d dispatched him shortly after he pumped her hot pussy full of thick cum. She was wearing her favorite fluffy bathrobe which was tied tightly around her waist protecting her from the crisp early morning air.

She held her hand up and spread her thumb and pinky finger then moved them to her ear signaling she wanted me to call her. I gave her the okay sign with my hand and turned around to retrieve my cell phone inside.

“Good morning.” Kay answered my call as I stepped to the railing again.

“Morning Kay, did you sleep well?” I replied looking down toward her.

She was looking up at me as she answered. “I slept like a baby and my headache is gone.”

I bit my tongue and didn’t ask if she’d cured her headache with a huge black cock, instead I simply replied. “I’m glad to hear that.”

“I’m so excited about going over to Ginger’s later.” Kay said.

I chuckled then answered. “I’m looking forward to it too.”

Kay giggled and offered. “I suspect you’re really going to enjoy yourself today.”

“I’d ask you why, but I think I’d rather be surprised.” I said.

“I know how much you like surprises so I won’t reveal any of our plans for you.” Kay answered.

What Kay didn’t know was that I had a surprise or two planned for her. Somehow during the day I wanted to bring up the fact that I watched as she deep throated a huge black cock last night but in a way that only Kay would know I’d seen it.

“I figure we should leave about eleven thirty.” Kay suggested.

“Sounds good to me.” I replied.

She giggled again then asked. “Did you get plenty of rest last night?”

“Enough.” I replied with one word.

“So I’ll see you later this morning?” Kay asked

“For sure, do you want me to come up?” I asked.

Kay replied. “I’ll be waiting in the lobby for you.”

“Great see you then.” I answered.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Kay said before she disconnected our call.

I puttered around the apartment for a couple hours thinking about the incredible sex I’d shared with Staci as well as what I fully expected to be an awesome afternoon with Ginger and Kay.

About 10:30 I showered and got dressed. I drove to the local Rite-Aid and bought a box of Garcia y Vega Elegantes, a slim six inch long Dominican Republic cigar with a flavorful taste and sweet aroma, before picking Kay up at the Cambridge Arms.

Kay was standing inside the lobby when I double parked outside. She came bounding through the doors as soon as she noticed my car carrying a small overnight bag which she tossed weekend family izle in the back seat before sliding into the passenger seat beside me.

I turned and accepted her quick kiss, as she buckled her seat belt I asked. “What’s in the bag?”

She grinned devilishly at me then replied. “It’s a secret.”

As I pulled into the flow of light Sunday traffic I mentioned. “I’m sure glad you got rid of that headache.”

“Me too, nothing like a good night’s sleep.” Kay replied, continuing her lies about how she got over her headache.

As we drove to Ginger’s Kay mentioned that she and Ginger had talked about going antiquing up north one weekend soon. I told her I thought that was a great idea knowing a couple days away would provide me with an opportunity to hook up with Fran or perhaps Staci if she changed her mind about seeing me again.

I’m looking forward to seeing Kayla again.” Kay mentioned.

I glanced toward her and replied. “I hope she’s doing okay.”

“I’m sure she is, Kayla looked pretty good when we first visited her shop.” Kay answered.

“I bet Kim will be happy to see you and Ginger walk into his shop.” I said.

Kay giggled then suggested. “Maybe Ginger and I can double team him and get some goodies at a deep discount.”

“As hot and bothered as he got when you flirted with him I’d suspect he might give you two some freebees.” I said with a chuckle, recalling Kim’s remark that he’d love to see Kay when she’s really turned on and her admission that she told him she wished she was alone so she could do more than show him her tits.

We arrived at Ginger’s a little after twelve, one garage door was open and the bay empty, the black Escalade that was parked there Wednesday was missing. I parked in front of the closed door where that classic T-bird had been parked figuring Mindy had left in the Cadillac and forgotten to push the button on the remote in her car. I grabbed Kay’s bag from the back seat and held her hand as we walked past the open garage door. Ginger’s red Beamer was parked in the other bay confirming her daughter was out and about already today.

Ginger opened the front door as we approached and said. “I’ve been expecting you two.”

Kay smiled as we walked inside and answered. “We’re not late are we?”

“Of course not we have the rest of the day to enjoy ourselves.” Ginger replied.

I smiled as I followed Kay inside then extended my hand toward Ginger as I said. “It’s good to see you Ginger.”

I instantly felt a little silly offering her a handshake when I fully expected to be offering her a rock hard cock later.

Ginger grinned and instead of accepting my hand moved against me and hugged me tightly as she spoke. “It’s really good to see you.” She placed more emphasis on the word you.

Ginger’s hair was teased into a very sexy messy look and her sensuous lipstick was a lovely shade of pink. She was dressed in a black floor length knit dress with short sleeves that hugged her body snuggly. Most would think it a rather mundane dress to entertain guests in until I noticed it was split up both sides to a point at her waist. When she walked the split opened to reveal not only her shapely leg, but also her firm thigh and sexy hip.

“Let me take your coats.” Ginger offered.

Kay slipped out of her coat; besides the short denim skirt she was wearing she had on a rich blue satin blouse that she had left open enough to show off her creamy white cleavage. She had decided to go braless, her already erect nipples poked at the satin fabric.

Ginger hung Kay’s jacket in the foyer closet and I took the liberty to hang my own. As we turned to face Kay, Ginger remarked. “That’s very sexy.”

I smiled at Kay confirming I thought she looked extremely hot today.

“Your dress is pretty sexy too.” I commented as I turned to again check out Ginger’s shapely leg.

Ginger chuckled and replied. “This old rag, I like to wear it when I’m planning on a soak in the hot tub, it’s very easy to slip on and off.” As she started toward the kitchen Ginger asked. “Would anyone like some champagne?”

“I’m gonna leave my bag here.” Kay said as she placed her overnight bag on a chair at the bottom of the curved staircase leading upstairs and followed Ginger and me toward the kitchen.

Ginger had a bottle of champagne on ice and three fluted glasses prepared. Her kitchen looked like something out of a home design magazine, cherry cabinets with brass pulls, black granite countertops and matching black appliances. The floor was done in a very expensive looking ceramic tile. It had clearly been designed by someone who knows their way around a kitchen, every area seem to flow into the next so preparations would move smoothly.

“Allen, can you open this please?” She asked as she slowly stroked the neck of the bottle like it was a cock.

As I began working on the bottle I asked. “Where’s Mindy today?”

“I welcome to chippendales izle don’t really know, she got up early and took off. Hopefully she’ll be out all day.” Ginger answered.

Kay moved beside me and placed her hand in the small of my back then said. “I haven’t eaten anything today; I hope this champagne doesn’t make me tipsy.”

Ginger was standing at the corner of the counter watching and remarked. “I made up a cheese and fruit tray so we’d have something to snack on while we soak in the hot tub.”

I worked the cork slowly out of the bottle wanting to avoid any accidents with a flying chunk of cork or a mess if the bottle fizzed too much. With a resounding pop, the cork came out of the neck but I caught it with my fingers.

“Here we go.” I said holding the open champagne bottle up for them both to see before filling all three glasses and returning it to its icy cradle.

Ginger held her glass up and offered a toast. “Here’s to incredible sex.”

Clinking her glass against Ginger’s Kay said. “Here, here!”

“I couldn’t agree more.” I said as my glass touched theirs and I smiled at Ginger.

“I don’t normally use this during the day, but after a stressful or especially long day at the office I usually relax with a warm soak by candlelight, soft jazz and a glass of wine before heading for bed.” Ginger said as we entered the room.

The midday sun had warmed the floor as well as the air in a room clearly designed for one purpose. A huge eight seat hot tub was sunken into the floor and potted ferns surrounded it on three sides. The hot tub was already turned on and a froth of air bubbles rose to the surface from every jet. Ginger’s snack tray of fruit and cheese sat near one corner of the very inviting tub.

“I like soaking in the nude.” Ginger remarked as she bent down to set her champagne glass down on the edge of the tub.

Ginger straightened up and lifted her knit dress over her head. She was naked in an instant with the exception of her heeled black sandals. Kay quickly followed unbuttoning her satin blouse and letting it slip from her shoulders. Her denim skirt fell to the floor and she kicked it and her pumps toward her blouse then slipped out of her black lace panties.

“Come on Allen, aren’t you going to join us?” Ginger asked as she slipped out of her sandals and I stood there comparing their sexy bodies.

Ginger’s a more petite version of Kay’s, her perfectly shaped B cup tits are decorated with darker nipples than Kay’s whose tits are a full D cup and tipped with pinkish nipples and decorated with a light splattering of sexy freckles, like most true redheads. Kay is slightly taller than Ginger, perhaps by two or three inches but I believe the difference is in her torso because their hips seem to be an equal distance from the floor. They both have incredibly sexy legs, shapely thighs and well defined calves. Kay’s feet are a little larger than Ginger’s but both take the time to add sexy colors to their toenails.

As they joined hands and stepped into the tub Kay looked over her shoulder and said. “Are you gonna stand there and stare all day?”

I didn’t need to be invited again. I placed my champagne glass next to Ginger’s and quickly stripped. I could tell they both were studying my semi erect cock as I stepped into the hot water.

Kay was first to remark. “He’s got such a beautiful cock.”

As I walked down the steps in the hot tub into the hot frothy water, Ginger’s eyes were carefully surveying my cock as she said. “It’s a perfect size, not so big that he’d rip you open, especially if he puts it in your ass, but big enough to fill every nook and cranny and when its completely erect it has a perfect curve to massage my most sensitive spot.”

After getting all the way into the hot tub, I moved across to take a seat between these two sexy vixens facing the doors to the family room. A strong air jet was massaging my back as I stretched my arms behind them both. I placed my champagne glass on the edge behind Kay then placed a hand on each of their shoulders. I pulled them closer to me, the sultry Ginger on my right and the mature tart Kay on my left. Ginger rolled with my hug, her right hand coming to rest on my thigh. Kay slide sideways and place her right hand on the other. Both sexy women teased my thighs with their long fingernails. Enjoying the feeling I said. “I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“Tell us what you want Allen?” Ginger asked.

“Yes we want you to tell us what you want today, tonight and in the future.” Kay added.

I felt like I was seated between two sexual Santa’s both ready and willing to provide me with everything on my Christmas list of desires. Both happy to fulfill every fantasy and satisfy every fetish, I hardly knew where to start.

I glanced at Kay her sexy smile acknowledging that she already knew most if not all of my desires.

I turned my head toward Ginger and started. “I want to fuck your hot pussy again. I want to fuck your tight ass.” I turned my head to Kay and continued. “I want you to teach her how to swallow cock, how to take it deep in her throat without gagging.” My face turned again to the sultry brunette who was now dragging her nails along my thigh under the water. “I want to feel your tight throat massage my cock head as I fuck your mouth.”

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Tale #8 – I love to watch Jules study

It was a warm spring day, and the windows in my apartment were open, allowing the nice breezes in. I had a small apartment off-campus which consisted of a bedroom, bathroom, living room, and a kitchen. The living room had a sofa, coffee table, and an entertainment center, and the kitchen had a small table pushed against a wall with three chairs around it.

Last fall I met this very nice and pretty guy, Joe, and we have been an item ever since. He stands about my height, very dark and smooth black skin, and other than on his head, not a hint of hair – anywhere. I really enjoy him, and I am pretty sure he enjoys me.

The semester had begun and we were busy studying in my apartment. I was on my stomach on the sofa reading, and Joe was at the kitchen table writing a paper. There was music coming from the entertainment center, nothing too energetic, but nice and melodic. I was dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of men’s boxers, and Joe was shirtless and a pair of gym shorts.

Joe yawns and stretches, I look up and see he is looking at my butt. He likes my butt, and I like that he likes my butt. There is a look in his eyes – the ‘I need servicing’ look. I am a very giving person, and I like sex – a lot! With that combination, guess where I’m headed?

I mark my page in the book and close it. As I start standing to go over to him, I noticed Escort bayan he is already getting excited about this encounter. For out of the bottom of his shorts appears his growing erection.

Okay, I forgot to mention one very distinguishing feature of Joe’s – his penis. Our pet name for this cock is Winston, and I often refer to it as the Eighth Wonder of the World. The thing is huge. One time when we had a little to drink, I sucked on it to get it hard, and measured it with a ruler – twelve inches. I am not exaggerating, twelve fucking inches. As impressive as the length is, the girth is as impressive. When I grasp the member, my fingertips just touch. Sometimes I’ll look down at my own wrist and realize that my wrist is about the same circumference and my forearm is the length as Joe’s dick. It is large!

I want to make one thing clear, I would have fallen for Joe without this phallus, but it makes for a good play toy. I spend many a time just licking and kissing it. It is intriguing.

Well, Joe is seated at the table and his now hardening penis is falling out of his shorts. I climb under the table, help him out of the shorts, and sit between his legs. He cannot see me because of the table – sometimes this is the way he prefers it. Because of the length of his manhood, this position really is not that uncomfortable. I take hold of the unit and make circles around the head with my tongue, Bayan Escort every once in a while, inserting the tip in my mouth.

As with rest of his body, his cock is dark black, except for the tip, which is a pinkish color. I lick the entire unit like my own chocolate Popsicle. Up and down, around and around, the whole member gets covered with my licks and kisses. Until recently, this has to be the most beautiful cock I have ever seen.

At this point he likes to see how much of this monster I can fit in my mouth and throat. It is never more than 5 or 6 inches, but Joe likes when I try. So, I take a deep breath and the unit slides in. It is covered with my saliva, so the journey is a little easier. Inch by inch the dark unit glides across my lips. It reaches the entrance my throat, and with a little push, the head pops in. I can no longer breathe. Luckily, this is as far as it ever goes, so I withdraw it, and repeat again and again.

The view is amazing. I look down as it goes in and out of my mouth, it looks like a small runway to his body. I reach under and start playing with his balls. This must have really excited Joe, for a hand comes under the table and starts stroking the base his cock. This is his signature move telling me that the end is not far away.

So not to drown in a cum drink, I withdraw most of the dick and concentrate just on just the head. I am really not doing much, Escort just holding on while Joe jerks off into my wanting mouth. His hand quickens its pace, as my mouth makes a seal around the engorged unit and sucks hard. The tip of my tongue licks the bottom of the head.

I hear a grunt, and the first spurt erupts into my mouth. The first couple times this happened I was caught off guard and started gagging. Joe thought that was funny. But now I’m more seasoned and better prepared. I do not like the taste or the consistency of semen, so I position the head of the ejaculating shaft at the entrance of my throat. It bypasses my taste buds and just slithers down my throat. Again – an amazing sight – watching this penis pump its load into me. With each pump, Joe’s balls constrict, helping the fluids exit the body via the long tunnel way. His hand is feverishly coaxing the remainder of semen from its hiding place deep within his testicles.

My tongue never stops its motions – up and down the small area at the base of the head. A quart of the man juices must have entered my stomach before he finishes. His hands fall to his side, he slouches down with heavy breathing, and I finish him off. The next five minutes are spent cleaning him off with my tongue. It is a lot of area to clean, but it is a labor of love.

Finally, I let the organ drop, it bounces a couple times because of the weight, and it just hangs there. Mission accomplished, I thought to myself. I climb out from under the table and Joe is already back at his paper. Guess I just fulfilled a need of his, but I didn’t mind. I think I enjoyed as much as he did!

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I pulled up at my parents house a little bit down. After 4 years of college, I was finally done with school and had my degree in hand, but hadn’t landed that first job yet. I’d finally resolved myself to waiting it out for a bit at home; maybe working a few part time gigs, and keep my ear to ground for the right opportunity. It would come, but it just wasn’t there yet.

I pulled up to find my kid sister, Megan at the house. She was in the front room with one of her friends with her. I smiled when I saw her and in many ways envied her; Megan was graduating high school and ready to head off to the collegiate adventure that I just got done with.

“Hey squirt, it’s good to see you again.” I said as I gave her a big hug, “and who’s this?” I asked.

She hugged me back, “it’s good to see you too big brother. Here let me introduce you two, John, this is my friend Erica, Erica, my big brother John. We were just finishing off some homework.

“So Megan tells me you just got done with college, but are still looking for the right job?”

“That’s kind of a nice way to say no one will hire me just yet, isn’t it?” I joked.

“Well, since you put it that way…” and we all laughed.

“Look bro, we’ve got to run, we’re almost late for rehearsal down at the school, but you’ll be around for a little while, and we’ll have lots of time, right?”

“Don’t worry, you get out of here,” I said, “but I’ll be here when you get back.”

And they were off, but as they were walking out the door, I heard a squeal of laughter from the two of them, and Megan shouting back at her friend, “NO, NO, NO!!!”

I had no idea what that was about, but they were gone now. I honestly didn’t think much about it, and went on with my tasks of unpacking, then went off to bed as I really needed the sleep. Megan clearly got in a little bit late as I didn’t even notice her arrival.

I suppose that’s the way it’s been for some time around the house where people just kind of come and go. I’ve been off at college, and my parents both work; Dad travels a lot and Mom works some weird shifts and some pretty long hours, and as a consequence, it really isn’t that uncommon for us to not see one or both of them for several nights at a time. Consequently, we all kind of take turns feeding the cat, cleaning the house, or doing the laundry. It works for us.

I woke up the next morning early and had gone out to talk to a few people about work in the want ad’s. The jobs weren’t necessarily what I was originally looking for, but any kind of job to start clearing up a few debts would be a really nice thing at this point. I spent some time talking with recruiters around town all morning, and met up with an old high school friend for lunch before we finally headed back to the house together.

It was nice to see Bill, and we came back to the house intending to talk a little bit and catch up.

“So, can I get you a soda or anything,” I asked Bill.

He was looking out the back window, “what, oh, sorry, sure…”

He hadn’t looked away when I walked over with a Coke for him and saw what he was gazing at: it was Megan. She apparently had picked up the habit of sunbathing and was out in the backyard in a micro-bikini with her ass stuck in our direction. Her legs were a little bit apart, and I could see he was staring at the insides of her thighs.

I smacked him upside the head, “hey, you can’t be staring like that, she’s my sister.”

“Sister or not, dude, that’s a fine piece of ass, you got to admit. Come on, how much can that girl weigh and what kind of bra does she wear, it’s got to be at least a C-cup” he said, pulling out his cell phone and snapping a picture of my scantily clad sister.

She must have heard us in the house, and she turned around on her towel, and raised herself up on her arms, then seeing us, smiled and waved. When she pushed herself up, I could see just how right he was as her large breasts hung down in the cups of her top. It really was quite a sight.

I then actually looked at her, probably for the first time in my life with an open mind realizing she was actually a woman now. It was really upsetting to me to see her. He was right, she was beautiful; a petite 5’2″, maybe 115 lbs soaking wet, long light brown hair which she had pulled up in a pony tail while sunbathing. But almost more disturbing was to actually see her shapely legs, round bubble butt, small waist and then to actually notice her large boobs.

She really was beautiful, and I was thinking about how I’d broken up with my girlfriend a few months back and hadn’t gotten laid in forever… I tried to snap back to reality; this was wrong, and I had to put the thoughts out of my head and get back to business.

“Come on,” I said pretending to laugh, “let’s go talk for a little while.” And I drug him back to the kitchen where we started talking and catching up, but it wasn’t more than 10 minutes later that Megan finally walked back through in her bikini.

Bill almost jumped out of his chair when he atakent escort heard the door click, and he called to her interrupting our conversation, “So, it’s Megan, isn’t it?”

“Yes, do I know you?” she asked him.

“Oh you’ve got to remember me, it’s Bill, Bill Westerfield? I graduated with your brother from high school.”

“Megan, you don’t remember all of the guys I graduated from school with and are now trying to hit on you?” I sneered at him.

“Wait, maybe I do.” And she stopped and looked at him. “Did you play baseball with John?”

Bill was nodding now, trying to encourage her.

“And did you drive that really old, beat-up Mustang?”

“That’s the one…” Bill said triumphantly.

“Nope, don’t remember you at all!” Megan teased, and then ran out of the kitchen. “I’ve got to get a quick shower and get dressed.”

And I could see Bill’s eyes on her, watching her girl parts as she exited the room. He was watching her ass wiggling and her heavy boobs bouncing as she walked out of the room. I suddenly hated him for it, but even more than that, I suddenly hated myself because I had to admit to myself that I was watching her too.

“You know John, I really do have to get going,” Bill suddenly said, and got up following the sight of my little sister’s bikini clad body walk down the hall and up the stairs.

“Get out of here you porn-dog,” I said, hitting him in the head with a ball of socks from the clean laundry basket. “Let me know if you hear anything on any of those jobs, ok?” I said.

“You know it!” he said as he did a noticeable cock repositioning in his pants.

We exchanged a high-five, and he was out the door, but not before I noticed him pause one last time, staring up the hall to where my little sister was ducking into her bedroom.

I finally pushed him out the door, and was heading back to my bedroom when Megan stepped back out in her bathrobe.

“So…” she asked, “who was that again?”

“I thought you’d figured it out with all the detail you managed to spit out,” I said.

“Well sort of,” she replied.

“Look Meg, you stay away from him,” I said, “he’s bad news.”

“Maybe I like bad boys,” she laughed, and stepped into the bathroom shutting the door behind her. Within seconds, she had turned the water on to the shower. I was a little angry from the flirting going on between her and Bill, but was at a little bit of a loss as to why.

We’ve always kept a dirty laundry hamper outside the bath at the end of the hall, and she’d tossed her bikini into the hamper as she ran in to the bath. I glanced down at the hamper to see her suit, and it all started to fall into place, I was having some weird sexual draw to my little sister. I knew it wasn’t right, but I dug through the basket for a second and pulled out one of her dirty bras; “damn, they are 34C’s” I mumbled to myself.

I then hesitantly reached down and picked up her bikini panties and touched the crotch where her little pussy had been just a minute earlier. It was still warm, and I paused for a second thinking about what I was about to do, then did it anyway and held it to my nose, inhaling deeply and breathing in her scent. My cock was already hard as I examined the little panty a bit closer. The crotch area was damp and carried that smell, you know, that girl smell that I just can’t get enough of. I knew it was wrong, but I unzipped my pants, and felt my stiff cock while continuing to examine my little sisters’ dirty panties.

Breathing as deeply as possible, I let my tongue slip out and taste the crotch fantasizing about what was beneath that little bikini; her large young boobs topped with hard pink nipples I was suspecting. The fantasy continued, what about her little cunt? She had to shave her little muff to fit it all inside that little bikini panty, she must shave, I glanced back into her panties, not a single pubic hair. Yeah, I bet she’s fully shaved…

I heard the shower turn off and it snapped me back to reality. I suddenly realized what I’d done and felt more than a little odd. I quickly zipped up and threw her bikini bottoms back into the hamper and ran back to my room barely closing the door before I heard her open the bathroom and walk out. It was probably just my imagination, but she seemed to pause in the hall before heading back in to her bedroom.

I laid on the bed with a pillow over my head wondering what to do with no good ideas coming to me; this was way too weird. In a few minutes, I heard Megan knock on the door.

“Yeah?” I responded.

Megan poked her head in. Oh my god did she look good. I could smell her perfume, and she was dressed in this little camisole top, tight blue jeans, and a pair of pumps. Her breasts were tumbling out of the top and I was completely unable to look away.

“Hey Big Bro, I’m going to head out for a little bit, you know, go do girl things with Erica. I’ll be back before too long.”

I tried to smile at her still staring ataköy escort at her boobs, “ok, I’ll probably still be here.”

And she bent over giving me a full shot of her heavy cleavage, gave me a little kiss on the head, and was out.

As soon as I heard the car start in the drive, I immediately jumped up and watched her drive out. What was wrong with me, I can’t have the hots for my sister. I mean, maybe my friends can be watching my sister’s ass, but that doesn’t mean I should… I wasn’t really sure what to do or what to think. I got up and walked back to the end of the hall and peered down at my sister’s dirty little panties again, then turned away. Finally, a little dazed and confused, I decided to go out and spend the rest of the day job hunting again.

I got home later that night. I was a little afraid to face Megan again and was hoping she’d gone to bed earlier as I kind of needed a cooling off period. And when I got back that night, my folks were in bed, but Megan was still up watching late night tv.

“Hey Bro, I was wondering when you’d get back. Sit down,” she said, patting the couch cushion next to her. “What were you up to?”

“Job hunting for most of it,” I said, “then I met up with a friend.”

?”Bill again?”

“Yeah…”

“So,” she asked, “did he talk about me?”

“All the time,” I replied, “but I told him to stop.”??”Why’s that Bro?”??”For starters, he won’t shut up. You know Megan, you’re my sister, and it’s just not right for him to say those kinds of things about you,” I replied.

“Oh John, that’s so chivalrous of you, you do care!” Megan laughed at me. “But you know, it’s still nice to be noticed you know.”

“Maybe, but it’s still weird,” I replied.

“You know, Erica thinks you’re cute too,” she said smiling at me.

“Megan!” I shot back, “we just went through this about you.”

And she leaned over and whispered in my ear laughing, “I told her to stop too! It just didn’t seem right to hear her talking about your butt! You’re my big brother.”

“Well, I’m flattered, none the less,” I laughed. “You know, Bill said much more descriptive things about you.”

“I’m sure I’m flattered too,” she said.

“Maybe, maybe not…” I replied.

And then it started up again. “John, I’m all tight, it’s been a long day, can I talk you into rubbing my shoulders,” she asked as she sat down on the floor below me.

I didn’t know how to refuse her; I really didn’t want to refuse her as all I could think about was touching her.

I reached out to touch her shoulders at first, and listened to her start purring. Her skin was so soft, and I could still smell the last of her perfume. I could see right down her little camisole top and the more I rubbed, the more her breasts rubbed up against her shirt and the more prominent her nipples became.

My dick was getting hard again…

“Please John, rub a little lower…”

And she stretched out on the floor.

I followed her down sitting next to her rubbing her middle and lower back. After a few minutes of this, she said, “You know John, it works best if you sit on me, then you can massage better.”

I couldn’t believe she was suggesting this.

“I suppose you’re right,” I replied. I then, at least slightly reluctantly, climbed up and mounted my little sister’s ass. I was pretty glad at that point that I had on loose shorts and when I felt my nuts rub up against her little butt, I was positively in heaven.

I restarted her back rub with a bit more vigor at this point and got a little more bold, rubbing her sides and slowly began working my way up until I was just below her full breasts. I let my hands run slowly up her sides, almost fully pausing at her soft young boobs, before continuing back down and starting on her shoulders again. I did the full rotation more than a few times on her, going slower each time when I reached the sides of her breasts feeling her up way too well knowing she was my little sister. My cock was so stiff and it was becoming all too obvious how I was grinding my crotch against her back door.

She had to know what was going on, and I finally realized I’d better stop.

“OK Sis, my hands are getting tired,” I said.

“Ohhhhh,” she cried. “That was so good, I could let you do that for just forever…” she purred. “Are you sure you need to stop?” And she laid there just breathing for a minute before she continued, “I guess I’m going to get a quick shower, then head to bed, ok?”??”That’s good,” I smiled.

When she got up, my eyes went immediately to her boobs. Her nipples were poking extremely prominently through her little top. My mouth all but fell open as she came over and gave me a hug rubbing those beautiful tities up against me, “I owe you one,” she said.

I sat down for a minute catching my breath, then turned off the TV and headed upstairs.

As I got there, I saw Megan walk slowly across the hallway in her bathrobe like earlier, seemingly atalar escort almost deliberately throwing her dirty clothes into the hamper. And then the bathroom door closed.

I waited not more than a second after hearing the click of the door, almost running to the hamper.

Her dirty panties were there, directly on top.

They were still warm as I picked them up. I put the white, silky soft fabric to my nose again, breathing in her girly aroma. I reached into my pants, stroking my all too hard cock, breathing in her smell again and again. I pulled them back examining my prize, finally noticing what appeared to be a prominent wet spot in the crotch. Could it be that she’s just as hot for me as I was for her? I seemed too good to be true… My tongue snaked out, and tasted her while I continued to rub my stiff dick.

I knew what I was going to do next; I couldn’t stop myself. I wrapped her dirty stained panties around my cock and started to stroke, imaging her tight dewy little cunt stretched around my cock. I closed my eyes and fantasized of her lying on her back with her legs spread wide for her big brother, her tits bouncing up and down while I fucked her. The vision was too overwhelming and while I tried to hold back, it wasn’t more than a minute before I began shooting load after load of cum into the crotch of my little sisters dirty panties; right where her young damp little pussy had been just minutes before.

I was still standing there, breathing hard with her underwear wrapped around my cock when I heard the shower shut off. I took a final deep breath looking down at what I’d done. I’d shot so much cum that her panties were positively soaked with my load and jizz was actually puddled up in the crotch, but I had to admit that I felt a lot better. I took one last deep breath, then dropped her panties back in hamper as I stepped back into my room and lay down on my bed.

In the next minute or so, I heard the bath door open, and saw the hall light come on for just a minute, then it went back out, and I heard the floor creak as Megan headed back to her room.

“Good night John, I love you Big Brother.” I heard her say.

“Love you too Meg, good night.”

While a little conflicted, I at least fell asleep quickly, but I didn’t necessarily sleep well as I kept waking up with a stiff cock and dreams of having sex with Megan.

I got up the next morning a little late, and when I headed to the bathroom, I glanced at the hamper to look at my little trophy from the night before, but the entire hamper was gone and the wash was running downstairs. I took a quick shower, then headed downstairs to find Megan in the kitchen.

She hadn’t gotten fully dressed yet, and still had her short nighty on, and her white silky panties were covering her round ass which poked out a little bit from under the nighty. I looked at her and inappropriately admired her; she had the sexy frowsy kind of look a beautiful woman can show you after a night of passion, the nighty gave her way too much cleavage and her boobs were sticking through the silky material just like the last time I’d seen her the night before.

Had she no shame? Did she have any idea what this was doing to me?

“Hey big brother,” she said, smiling at me. “I had a really good time talking last night.”

“Me too,” I replied, “it’s nice having a family again, isn’t it?”??Absolutely, she replied. “You got big plans today?”??”Job interview,” I said. “It starts in about an hour, so I’ve got to move.”

“I know you’re going to get this one,” she said. “And I’ll tell you what, its Friday night, and Mom and Dad always go out, so when you get home, it’ll be just you and me. We’ll get a pizza and watch a movie, and spend the night together, brother and sister, OK?

“Sounds great, Megan. It should be fun.”

And she headed off to get her shower. I watched her little ass wiggle off up the stairs and felt my cock stir again.

This really wasn’t healthy…

I pulled up to the house pretty late and ran inside feeling quite good about myself.

“So, how’d it go today?” Megan asked.

“I got it, it’s not a bad job,” I stated triumphantly. “It’s even a pretty good position with good hours working inventory management down at the mall.”

“Congratulations!!” Megan squealed, “it sounds like it’s time for a celebration!”

“Absolutely,” I said giving her a big hug. In the moment, I even felt confident enough to let my hands wander a little and brush up against her ass during the embrace.

“OK, well, the pizza’s going to be here pretty quick, so let’s get set up and you can tell me all about the position,” she said excitedly.

And as she said, the pizza was there almost instantaneously, and we sat down and ate and talked and laughed. I told her all about the new job and we enjoyed each other’s company for the next couple of hours.

We’d long since gotten rid of the pizza at this point, and finally Megan kind of snuggled up against me on the couch. “You know, last night, you made me feel so good, that I’d like to return the favor, tonight, I’m going to give you a back rub,” she stated. “Here, lay down.”

And she jumped down on the floor, looking up at me expectantly from between my legs. I climbed down and stretched out, she started rubbing my shoulders.

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Legalese: Contains adult material. Anyone under age 18 must leave now. Anyone that might be offended by sexy or sexually explicit material or strong language must leave now. The activities in this story may be unrealistic, unethical and/or illegal, and they ignore the reality of sexually transmitted diseases – this is fiction, do not try any of this at home. All characters are over age 18, proof of age on file.

*****

Madolyn Caldwell knows first-hand how much it cost to raise her children – from college tuition, to her daughter’s recent wedding.

Still, she’s about to learn the true value of a dollar …

Madolyn hardened up again overnight.

Jesus Christ! What had she been thinking?!

Her own son?!

She’d just gone to putty in his hands!

It must be something to do with those damned dollar bills! Some other spell he’d cast to make her act like some giddy schoolgirl on her first date!

I love you?! Had she actually repeated that over and over to him? To the little bastard that was paying her a buck apiece to do demeaning things for him?!

How could she have just–?!

Tight-ass-Madolyn was indeed flailing the hell out of her.

And she embraced it. She deserved to be flailed! He was her own SON for godssake! And he kept making her humiliate herself for him! And she had just EMBRACED him last night! Both literally and figuratively!

How COULD she?!

But there was a point to it, she defended herself against tight-ass-Madolyn’s lash. She’d gotten two more of the damned dollars. She was up to ten now. And he only had three more left, and then he’d be out of advantages over her.

Still, the lash beat her shoulders again, her OWN SON?!

A few minutes later, Rob wandered out into the kitchen, poured himself a cup of coffee, and sat at the table with her. “I had a wonderful time last night, Madolyn,” he sighed with a smile.

Her eyes moved to him, and there was a moment like a little bunny had waved welcome greeting to a squad of mercenary grizzlies. That hadn’t eaten in three weeks. And were rabid.

Even Rob thought the bunny might should bolt from the room. As fast as he could go. A little faster even.

Instead he dropped his eyes to his coffee cup and stayed very still. Like the grizzlies might not notice him if he made no further noise.

“‘What?'” Madolyn lowered her voice in mock imitation of her son, “‘Didn’t you have a good time?’ Do you THINK I might have a good time, Rob?! On a date, with my own SON?! Where we kept KISSING each other?! ON THE LIPS?! WITH TONGUE?! Do you THINK that’s a good idea?! In any way, shape or form?! Hmm?!”

Possums and rabbits will sometimes stay utterly still, the stillness of death, so that a scary predator might move on to better prey. Rob did this as well.

It didn’t work.

“And you PUT YOUR HAND … ON MY BREAST?! Rob, WHAT THE HELL?! Do you THINK it’s a good idea to PAW YOUR MOTHER?!”

Foolishly, Rob twitched. A possum could have told him better. “You, uhm,” he said very very quietly without raising his eyes, “seemed happy last night?”

“You PAID me! With those DAMNED DOLLARS! To be your date and to KISS you. And to … LET you PAW MY BOOB!”

“I didn’t MAKE you. You CHOSE to do that for a dollar. If you don’t want the dollars, give them back.”

“No way, mister! I earned them, I’m keeping them.”

“Then QUIT BITCHING about it! If you CHOSE to do stuff for them, quit complaining!”

At this point, the little bunny would cover his eyes with his paw and slink away. Standing up to the bears like this, poor Rob was simply doomed …

“You shouldn’t be ASKING me to do things like that!”

“I DIDN’T ask you to do SOME of it! YOU were the one that went,” he shifted to falsetto, “Oh, I WUUV you Rob! I WUUV you SOOOO much!” he dropped out of falsetto, “So I KINDA got the idea you were enjoying it!”

They glared at each other a few seconds.

Rob thought he’d gotten an advantage and pushed it. Foolish boy. “And at the end of the night, you pull me to you for another kiss and tell me what a WONDERFUL time you had! WHAT?! Were you just LYING to me?! Why?! You HAD no reason to lie to me at that point! You DID enjoy it!”

“I was still drunk on making out!” she growled, surly. “I … wasn’t thinking straight, dammit!”

“You ENJOYED it! You haven’t– It’s natural! It’s natural for people to love each other! Including physically! But you haven’t been out on a date since Dad was such a shit to you! You haven’t– let– yourself TRUST men! And … you shouldn’t HURT like that! Okay?! It’s not right! If anyone else mistreated you like that – made it so you could never love and relax and be natural with someone ever again – if it were anyone else, I would KILL them! For mistreating you like that, I would kill them.

“But … I can’t. It’s you. You’re doing it. To yourself. And I just … want to … help it … make it better. I …” Rob stopped, shocked, like he’d just ripped off all his clothes in a tantrum and stood there naked and honest. Trying to be defiant despite being nekkid.

Madolyn was still just glaring at istanbul escort him, eyes furious.

He walked out, out of the kitchen, back to his room. He wasn’t going to stand there, metaphorically stripped naked while she was still decked out in battle armor.

Goddammit– he just– he wanted to–

Hell, he didn’t even know anymore.

He grabbed his novel and buried himself in it for a while.

By 10:00, he wandered back out to the kitchen. He’d pulled on his metaphorical armor this time too – he wasn’t going to get caught unarmored again after a night of honesty – and he was ready to meet battle with battle.

Which was good, because he could see Madolyn still had dark clouds over her head.

“Hi,” he opened the match with the first move, the traditional saluting of your opponent.

She looked at him, eyes hung there a moment in contempt, then she looked back out the window. Her form of scornful salute, he guessed.

The match was on.

“I’ll give you a dollar–” he flicked the bill out of his pocket and held it up.

“Don’t you DARE,” she hissed warning.

“–if you–”

“Don’t you FUCKING DARE, Robert!” Profanity – she’d drawn the lethal weapons. Madolyn rarely cursed, and when she did, it meant she intended a decisive victory over the one she was facing. She meant to cut him down.

Rob continued with the weapon he’d started with. “–run around naked for a couple hours here for me.” That was HIS telling blow. She wouldn’t go down immediately, she’d fight it, maybe for hours. But he’d snatched victory. He might be beaten bloody before she went down, but he’d won this point – she just wouldn’t acknowledge it until she dropped.

“You … SONOFABITCH!”

Rob wisely refrained from pointing out that she’d just insulted herself.

“You think I’d ACTUALLY … just … walk around here naked for you?!”

Rob had struck with his weapon – the deal he’d offered – now he kept his silence.

“You don’t think any better of me than THAT?! You WANT me to walk around here naked for you?!”

“I just … want … to help you … to get–”

“Leave!”

He looked at her, and she pointed to the front door. “Get your things and leave. Don’t ever come back. You don’t respect me. And I– I have only contempt for you now, Robert.”

They stared at each other for several seconds. And several more.

Then Rob turned and walked back to his room.

He came back out with his things a couple minutes later.

She sat at the table, staring out the window, not even looking at him.

“I love you,” he sighed as he stood at the front door before opening it. “I only … wanted to … help things.”

“No,” she declared from the table without looking his way. “You were selfish. There’s nothing here but your selfish … and lurid …wants. Nothing but you dirtying everything around you.”

He turned the door handle, then stopped. “Then why did … you feel so good last night. Like it was natural. Like you were arighting yourself after … staying hunched over for so many years?”

“Just leave, Robert. Just leave.”

He did.

It was a miserable hour and a half drive back to college for Robert.

He knew part of it was … he wanted these things with Madolyn. Yeah, part of it was selfishness.

But was that all of it? Was she right? Or … was he partially right too?

He metaphorically dissected himself, laying each piece out for examination during the 90 minute drive, and when he finally reached his dorm, all his insides, all his guts, were still laying all over, there on the dashboard and the seat beside him, examined – examined over and over … and over … and over some more, as a matter of fact – but still unresolved.

He stuffed as many pieces back inside his belly as he could – anytime you unpack a tightly packed bag, there are always a couple pieces that won’t fit back in, and he left those metaphorically laying on her floor mat of the car – and he took his bag back inside.

Sunday night he was numb and moped. His dormmate wouldn’t be back until Wednesday, so he kept the room in silence the whole night.

Monday, he walked his regular route on campus, watching the classes pass by as he sat through them. He couldn’t tell you much about what had been covered in any of them.

He ate alone. Sat in his room alone. Finished one novel. Started another. Went to sleep.

Tuesday he wandered through classes and watched them go by again. Headed toward the dining hall with his meal card. Got a call on his cell phone.

“Rob?” It was Madolyn.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll … do it. Come home, and I’ll do it. For the dollar.”

As he’d known, he’d won that match on Sunday. He … couldn’t not. But he wasn’t happy about it. He’d known that she wouldn’t realize it immediately, that she’d continue to fight. And she’d carved some pretty deep injuries into him. At the moment he just … wanted to lick his wounds.

He pressed the button to disconnect.

He continued on to the dining hall and got his dinner. She called again, kadıköy escort and he set his cell on vibrate and left it in his pocket while he ate.

Afterward, he just went for a walk around campus. His pocket vibrated a lot.

When he got back to the dorm, he set the phone on his desk. He’d go ahead and talk to her the next time she called.

He didn’t have to wait long.

“Yeah?” he answered.

“Rob, don’t hang up.”

“I’m not,” he sighed.

“I’m– I’m sorry. For how I acted on Sunday. I– I said some awful things. I’m … sorry.”

He shrugged, even though she couldn’t see that. “I don’t know. Maybe you were right.”

“I wasn’t,” she assured him immediately, “I wasn’t, baby. I was … I was a spiteful bitch. I was mad at myself. And … I took it out on you. And I am … so sorry.”

He just shut his eyes, then took a deep breath and sighed.

“Please, sweetie, I am sooo sorry. Please don’t … please don’t make me pay forever. I’m trying to apologize here. I … want to make it up to you. For me … being such a bitch. Please? Forgive me?”

“I forgive you, Mom,” he sighed. “I just … I still just don’t–”

“Don’t. Please don’t. Don’t go any further with that. Please, I want to make it up to you, I want to make things right. I was … so mean, and so vicious … and so wrong, very wrong … let me … let me make it right. Please?

“I WANT to now. Pleease. I WANT to strut around naked in front of you. Please, darling, I want soooo bad to … just … let you look at everything. That would …” her voice had taken on a pleading, whiny tone, but now it dropped to a whisper, “Sweetie, it would make me … sooo ‘wet’ … to strut around naked in front of you.”

He could hear the burning shame on the other end of the line, the humiliation to talk like that, filthy, to talk like that to her own son, to … gamble that it might interest him. So that he might … let her strip down naked in front of him.

Encouraged – he hadn’t disconnected, and he hadn’t sputtered in revulsion – she continued, “Yeah, it would make me all … warm, and … buttery … to peel off my clothes for you. And under my blouse, I might have a … lacy bra, and I might need you to sort of …help me get out of it. And my transparent silk and lace panties would be … sooooo wet by–”

“Mom.”

She shut up.

“Not tonight, okay? Just … not tonight.”

“Maybe … tomorrow night? You’ll come home? And let me … get all sexy for you?”

“Maybe. Not tonight.” He disconnected.

He flipped open his novel and began moving his eyes over the words on the page. And when he was at the bottom of the page, he went back to the top and ran his eyes over the same words again. And again. His mind was too full of things to take in any more from reading.

He just wanted her to be more free with her sexuality. Just because she was a mother didn’t mean she was under a sentence of sexual abstinence for the rest of her life.

And she was going to go too far at times. Just like he pushed her too far at times, to try to find a happy center in the middle.

So, when he got over this spell, this funk, then tonight would probably be a good thing. Progress.

Tonight, though, he was just still bleeding from Sunday’s wounds.

He crawled in bed and curled up, crossing his arms over his belly.

Wednesday, the metaphorical gashes were maybe starting to stitch themselves together some. He didn’t feel like he had to walk so gingerly to keep his abdomen from tearing open and dumping his guts and liver … and heart … out on the sidewalk.

He even retained some of what was covered in classes.

His dormmate, Andrew, got back Wednesday afternoon, and they headed over to the dining hall together, and Andrew related his vacation to Rob while they ate.

Wednesday night, the television was on, filling the dormroom with noise.

He got a cell call at 7:00 in the evening. “Yeah?”

“Rob? Are you … maybe going to …”

“Not tonight, Madolyn.” He disconnected and set it on vibrate.

He heard it vibrate a couple more times through the evening, then he went to bed.

Thursday, he was definitely feeling better. He only hit the alarm’s snooze once, instead of wallowing through six rounds of snooze and missing his first class.

He stayed focused in class, and even answered a couple questions when the professor prompted.

Andrew was going to have dinner with his girlfriend, so Rob figured he’d just eat at the dining hall alone again, and headed to the dorm to read for a couple hours before grabbing a bite.

He rolled his eyes when there was a knock at the door – Andy’d forgotten something. His wallet, maybe, or his camera with pictures from his vacation?

He opened the door, and … there was Madolyn.

“Uhh …”

“Hi darling,” she looked at him hopefully, then … opened the long coat she was wearing. To reveal that … she was indeed … entirely nude underneath. “Ohgod, I’ve missed you!” she gushed, keeping the coat open and her goods on display.

“Shut– kağıthane escort shut that!” Rob broke out of his stunned moment and pulled her coat closed. Then pulled her inside the dormroom. “What if– what if Andy’d been in here?!”

“Then he’d have gotten quite an eyeful!” she grinned. Then she sprang toward him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips to his and her tongue into his mouth. “Ohgod! Mmmmph! Mmmm! I love you, Rob! I have … mmmm … Ohgod! You’re a good kisser! … I have … mmm … missed you … SOOOO … mmmm … much!”

Then she stepped back from him and held her coat open. “Please, baby, I just want to be bare butt naked in front of you! Please! Just … look at me naked! For YOU! Your, uhm … your own hot little naked BITCH!”

He could tell her eyes were studying him, to see if he liked her talking that way to him. And … it was so unusual to hear her use profanity, and … so unusual to hear her talk about sexual things, and … so unusual to hear her demean herself as a “hot little bitch” that … well …

Her eyes lit up at the effect she could see she was having on him.

He broke out of the spell and hurried to the window to pull the long drapes – they were on the first floor!

“I am ready to do it, darling,” she was still holding her coat open, “Give me that dollar, and I am ready to strut my ‘hot slutty ass’ around naked for you!”

“Mom–”

“Nope, nope, that’s ‘Madolyn’ to you, Rob. Sir. And get me that dollar we agreed on, and I will strip out of this coat and pose around right here, naked for you!”

What was– how could– Andrew would be back in a couple hours. What was he going to do with … this hot woman?!

“You see, darling? I have auburn hair above AND below,” she moved her hips side to side, then ran her fingers through “below”. “Ohgod,” she giggled holding them up and rubbing them together, “It’s a little DAMP down there!”

Rob whimpered.

She touched her index finger to her cheek and looked up to the side in her playful “good gosh!” expression. “I wonder how THAT might have happened! It couldn’t have anything to do with me being here with my hot date Rob, and strutting my hot slutty ass around all naked and everything for him, could it? And, apparently,” she dropped her voice to a shared-secret whisper, “I’m juicy for him too!”

His whimper this time morphed into action. He headed for his desk. He needed to get her out of here, home, where they could handle this less awkwardly.

“My dollar, darling?”

He looked back over his shoulder at her. “Hungh?”

“My dollar? I’m … naked here for you.” She gave a weak smile, “To the puss. I’ll keep on … nekkid and slutty for you … for my dollar? Please?”

Rob numbly groped for his wallet on the desk, unable to take his eyes off … said quite delightful nakedness. His hand found the wallet, and he pulled out one of the special bills.

“God, YES, darling!” she gushed and stepped forward. “I will be naked ALL NIGHT for you if you want!”

He held a bill up and she snatched it and stuck it in her coat pocket. Then she shrugged her coat off her shoulders and asked him, husky and throaty, “Where will you … have me, Rob? I mean, all naked and … everything?”

“Yeah,” he fumbled another of the special bills out of the wallet, “see this place here is a problem.” He held up the bill. “I’ll give you a dollar if we pull your coat back on, head home, and pick up there exactly where we’re leaving off here.”

He wiggled the bill, and Madolyn’s eyes followed its motion until he stopped and her eyes came up to his. “Unng-hunng,” she whimpered with a little nod.

He stepped back toward the door and bent over to pick up her coat, then stood and marveled. “Wow, high heels and everything. You really ARE so hot, woman.”

“Thank you, uhm, darling,” she smiled.

He helped her back into her long coat, then handed her the dollar, which she snatched with a, “Thank you, sweetie!”

She buttoned and tied off her coat while he fetched his wallet and things, then left a note for Andrew that he’d gone home for a long weekend.

“Are you good? With keeping the coat on until we get to the car? And then on the drive home?”

“I’ll be angelic, darling. Until we get home, then I’m stripping these uncomfortable clothes off and laying around naked for you. Like we agreed, for the dollar.”

He nodded, and she took his hand in hers and followed him outside. “Whose car, sweetie?” she asked.

“Oh, uhm, hey, would you mind driving? I may … nap a little in the car on the drive.” Actually, he needed to think and plan a little bit – she’d caught him by surprise showing up here.

“Of course, darling.” She led him by the hand to where she’d parked, pulled the keys out of her coat pocket, then started driving them home.

The radio was playing low while Madolyn drove them home. Naked as a whore under her long coat.

Rob was in the passenger seat beside her, his head leaned on the window, dozing.

She finally had her dollar!

This had been the longest and most miserable four days in her life! She’d spent Sunday being stubborn and willful, pissed at him. And … partially pissed at herself too – the harsh words they’d fired at each other Sunday morning weren’t entirely untrue, and she could admit that part of the reason she was SOO pissed that morning was … her own behavior the night before.

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I love summer! Today was just one of those beautiful days; the sun was shining high in the sky and it just put me in such an incredible mood. My favourite place to spend my time at during days like this was round my best friend Scarlett’s. She was pretty wealthy and had the most beautiful home- a lovely, stranded cottage in the country surrounded by plenty of fields and a beautiful lake where she had put a big float in the middle of.

Scarlet and I had been best friends since we were very young, even though we had always been very different, she was gorgeous, confident and popular and I was very shy, but that never affected our friendship. Scarlet was a bisexual, I was straight but that didn’t stop me from noticing her beauty. She was quite small and her body had the most beautiful curves around her small but perky breasts, her flat stomach and round bum, her long golden hair flowed perfectly down to just above her breasts and her green eyes sparkled in the sun.

I slipped on my favourite black lace panties, a vest top and a pink mini skirt. I usually went braless in the summer. I put on some flip flops and jumped into the car to head down to Scarlet’s. After a long drive, I was finally there.

Before I even got out the car Scarlet was out the door to greet me. She was dressed in a pretty little floral dress which sculpted her figure very nicely.

‘Hey Liz!’ She said as she walked over and gave me a little hug, ‘I was thinking we could go down to the lake today.’

‘Sure that sounds like fun.’ I replied as we began to walk to the lake, exchanging small talk ataşehir escort about our lives in general.

As we got to the lake Scarlet turned to look at me and grinned ‘Race ya to the float!’ she shouted as she lifted off her dress and ran towards the water, revealing her white bra and pants, and more of her tanned skin. I quickly slid out of my skirt and ran into the water in just my panties and vest. The water was usually pretty cold, but the sun had warmed it up a little. I made it to the float just a couple of seconds before she did and we both collapsed onto the float, ‘Well I guess you win!’ she sighed.

After a few seconds of lying their silently she turned onto her side so she was facing me, she put her soft hand onto my stomach and began stroking me. It was a little strange but I just relaxed because her hands felt so good against my skin. She moved her hand onto my chest and stroked across, pinching my nipples as she got to them, it made me notice how see through my vest had gone!

‘You’re so beautiful, Liz.’ She smiled as she cupped my breasts with both hands, ‘Let’s get this off.’ Scarlet pulled at my shirt and I lifted myself up so she could pull of my shirt. She put my vest to one side then continued to play with both my breasts. I had never been like this with a girl before, but I was definitely enjoying it.

She lowered her soft lips onto mine and kissed me gently. Slowly, she moved her kisses down my jaw, then my neck and then down to my chest. As her lips met my now hard nipples, she licked, avcılar escort kissed and bit them lightly. Whenever she was pleasuring one nipple with her mouth, she would play with the other between her fingertips. Her actions were beginning to really get me wet.

‘That feels so good, babe.’ I sighed as she sucked my nipple into her mouth.

Then she moved away from my nipples and kissed down my belly until she reached the top of my panties. She looked up at me and I nodded in approval. She stroked her hands between my thighs and kissed my clit through the panties. After a minute of this she pulled my panties down and put them to one side. She kissed up my thigh up to my pussy lips then she stuck her warm tongue between them, making me moan so loud. She licked and sucked all around my pussy and I had to bite my lip from screaming out in pleasure. Her hand moved up until it met my pussy, she pushed a finger into me and pumped it in and out slowly as she licked away and my hard clit.

‘Baby, your pussy tastes so sweet.’ She said between licks.

‘God, this feels amazing!’ I exhaled.

She continued to lick and suck at me while her fingers wiggled in and out of me. I thought I was going to pass out from the pleasure!

‘Make me cum, honey! Don’t stop.’ I squealed as I felt my orgasm fighting to get out.

Scarlet moved one hand onto my chest and one onto my clit as she shoved her tongue into my soaking pussy.

‘That’s it, I’m cumming!’ I shouted as I let my orgasm take over my entire body. She continued avrupa yakası escort to lick me until I stopped shaking and my breathing became regular. She moved away from my pussy and I sat up, so our lips could meet. We shared a passionate kiss and I could taste my juices on her tongue. I wrapped my arms around her and unclasped her bra, letting her perfect breasts fall out. I wasted no time teasing and sucked her nipples one by one into my mouth as I rubbed at her clit through her panties- I could feel how wet she was through the material.

I pulled down her panties and licked at her gorgeous pussy for a few moments until she turned around so she was on her hands and knees. I cupped her ass cheeks then moved one of my hands to her pussy and let two of my fingers slide into her. She gasped as I began to wiggle them. I moved my head between her cheeks and let my tongue slide around her ass hole as I fucked her with my fingers and rubbed my thumb over her clit.

‘Fuck! Babe, that feels so good, don’t stop.’ She screamed- it would have taken a lot to stop me! I continued until she told me she was going to cum, I went even faster as I felt her juice run down my hand. She turned around so she was straddling me, and then shocked me by sucking my fingers into her mouth, tasting her cum on them. I knew this wasn’t over.

We adjusted our position until I had one leg over hers and she had one leg over mine and we began to grind our pussies together. We stroked each other all over while we rubbed our pussies with one another. It wasn’t long before I felt myself about to cum again.

‘I’m cumming!’ as squealed and she told me she was too. Our orgasms erupted through our bodies and once we calmed down a little we were just staring into each other’s eyes.

‘Let’s go back to mine.’ Scarlet said with a little smile. I agreed and reached for my clothes, ‘You won’t be needing those.’ She said.

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I have no sense of direction. Thomas once joked that I could get turned around driving down a dead end street with no turnoffs. But even I know that once you realize you’re going the wrong way, you need to retrace your steps back to where you were really sure you were on the right track.

It’s not that simple with relationships. What if the problems between Thomas and me didn’t lie in the recent past, in what had occurred directly before my decision to move out (or his decision to cause me to move out, depending on which way I looked at it), but in our beginnings, even in who we were in the first place? What if, like Columbus, we’d set off on the wrong journey and had landed, without realizing it, on a completely different continent neither of us had ever intended to discover?

“When are you going to come get the rest of your stuff?” Thomas asked me, interrupting my philosophical ruminations and jerking me back to the present.

I shrugged. I wondered whether his and my definitions of ‘my’ stuff were even the same. The painting he’d chosen for our bedroom but I’d paid for, was that his or mine? What about the cheesy refrigerator magnets we’d bought in places across the world, each one picked by one of us not because we knew the other would like it, but because we knew he’d hate it and half of the fun would be negotiating the sexual favors that would lead to its proud display?

“I don’t exactly have much space here,” I pointed out.

I recognized the sounds of his frustration, the heavy sigh and the finger-tapping. At one point in time I’d have done pretty much anything to avoid his being angry at me, not because the emotion itself bothered me so much – I’d had enough faith in both of us and in the strength of what existed between us – but because I couldn’t stand the sound of it, all those sighs and taps and too-quiet clicks of doors shutting between us. I’d always wished he’d just yell at me (or whomever, it wasn’t always or only me that irritated him) and get it over with, but he hadn’t been brought up that way. Open displays of any kind of emotion – even of the simple affection that might lead parents to call their son Tom instead of always Thomas – hadn’t been part of his upbringing; in fact they’d been actively discouraged.

“I guess I can come over later today with some boxes, pack it all up,” I said, relenting. “If that’s okay with you.”

He didn’t respond, but the tapping stopped. I twisted around on the couch so I could look at him over its back. He was polishing his reading glasses on his shirt and didn’t raise his head.

“I don’t know if you want to be there. It’s probably best, in case…” I had to stop and clear my throat. In case what? In case I forgot something of mine or accidentally tried to pack something of his? In case he stopped me, and told me that none of all this was necessary, that we’d both made a mistake, and that we should just go back to right before things had fallen apart and take it from there?

Just because nobody has ever seen a pig fly doesn’t mean it’s never happened, right? I mean, surely at least one pig has been in an airplane somewhere in the world since the Wright brothers took to the skies.

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I didn’t see much of Thomas between Thanksgiving and Christmas break. Despite the fact that I’d chosen my side of the room with some half-baked idea of studying on my bed in a bar of sunlight, I’d discovered the first week that if I lay on my bed I fell asleep within seconds and the second week that I didn’t have enough will-power in the world to stop that from happening. So I’d moved my studying to an uncomfortable chair in the library carrells and end-of-term papers and tests pretty much kept me nailed there. I only returned to our room to sleep and by that time Thomas was either asleep himself or out somewhere. I told myself that we weren’t avoiding one another, but had to admit that we were when I came back to our room after my last test to pack for home and realized that his ditty bag wasn’t in its usual place on his dresser and that he’d already left. For where, I had no idea.

I arrived back on campus late in the afternoon of January 2nd. I dropped my stuff off just inside the door of our room, then rushed to the dining hall to work my shift. It was pretty quiet, just a couple of varsity teams and even they weren’t atakent escort quite as boisterous as usual. I was wiping down the salad bar for the zillionth time, when I became aware of somebody waiting beside me, and I turned around to face him.

“Hey, Scott. Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year.”

Thomas had a skiing tan: sunburned nose and cheeks with pale patches on his forehead and around his eyes and on the temples, where his cap and goggles had covered his skin. He still had his post-Mohawk buzz, but he’d grown out the last of the red dye. He’d replaced the ring in his nostril with a small stud and, except for his Doc Martens, I’d never seen him dressed liked that before, in threadbare blue jeans that were surely too thin for the minus zero degree weather outside and a dark blue LL Bean Norwegian sweater that looked brand spanking new. He looked like a preppy skinhead, if such a thing existed.

“Your parents?” I nodded at the sweater, trying not to smile. I knew Thomas held a pretty low opinion of LL Bean clothes and those who wore them. “What’s next, duck boots?”

“My grandfather,” he said with a scowl, but then he smiled and I realized that I’d missed him like crazy, and that it was completely irrational to feel that way, but that I didn’t care. Suddenly it bothered me that he was seeing me in the stupid white paper hat and ugly polyester shirt I had to wear for work.

“When’s your shift up?” he asked me and I checked my watch.

“Another half hour.”

He slid his eyes left and right, then leaned forward in an exaggerated caricature of someone imparting a state secret he shouldn’t be. “I smuggled in beer,” he whispered in my ear. His breath tickled and I shivered.

“What, here?” I asked worriedly. Bringing beer into the dining hall meant an automatic suspension, if caught.

“No. Back at the room. We can ring in the new year and term in style.”

“With beer?” I asked sceptically, and he grinned.

“Imported Belgian Trappist beer. Trust me, you’ve never had anything like it.”

About an hour later I found out that you didn’t drink Belgian Trappist beer, at least not the one Thomas had brought, out of a bottle. That you couldn’t pour it too quickly and that you needed to leave the last bit in the bottle, because of the yeast. He’d been right, this was ringing in the New Year in style. We sat on the carpet across from each other, backs braced against our respective beds and toasted one another with the weird glasses he’d also brought back especially for the occasion.

Thomas told me with an extraordinary lack of enthusiasm that he’d been to Aspen with his mother’s parents for a week, and that he’d then met up with his parents in Detroit for a couple of days. I told him about my own holidays, purposely making them sound even more boring than they’d actually been, and still could see that he was sure I’d had a better time. We were on our third bottle each – and Belgian Trappist beers pack the kick of a mule – when Thomas dropped his head back onto his bed and stretched his long legs out, until his crossed bare feet lay next to my left hip. One of his hands was curled loosely around his glass, which balanced on his flat stomach, and the other lay palm up on the carpet.

“It’s good to be back,” he mumbled fuzzily, and I grunted in agreement. He raised his head and smiled at me lazily, his lids at half mast. “Is your schedule as crazy this term?”

“I guess so. Not classes so much, but swimming. I’ll be busy. You?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. There’s some off-campus stuff I might be interested in. We’ll see.”

He looked embarrassed and it intrigued me.

“Off-campus? Like what?”

He cleared his throat. “Ah. You know. Volunteer work. That kind of thing. I don’t know. It’s just a thought.” He took a drink and let his head drop back again, breaking eye contact.

I leaned my head back as well, staring up at the ceiling. I felt his feet bump against my hip as he adjusted his position slightly, and I dropped my hand on his bare ankle.

“Your feet are cold,” I said. I flexed my fingers, massaging the fine bones and tendons.

“Are they?” he asked. “I’m not really feeling them right now. Or my cheeks.”

I rubbed the top of his foot to warm it, then let my hand slide ataköy escort under the cuff of his jeans to his shin. I caressed the fine hairs there with my fingertips and his leg jerked.

“I can feel that.”

I stopped moving, but left my hand on his shin and continued to stare resolutely at the ceiling and at the scuff marks that all seemed to be gently spinning. Thomas pulled his legs and feet out of reach, and my hand dropped to the floor. I closed my eyes, but now it felt like I was spinning.

“Scott?”

I heard him move, and then he was straddling my lap, his hands on my shoulders, his thumbs stroking along either side of my neck. My eyes still closed, I placed my palms on his thighs, then slid them upward to his hips. Holding onto him like that made the spinning stop. We’d closed the door, because of the beer, but we hadn’t locked it and I knew that anybody that barged in wouldn’t mistake our position for anything other than what it was, yet I didn’t push Thomas off of me.

“Scott?” he whispered again, and I wondered how I could hear him over the rush of blood in my ears. I opened my eyes reluctantly and met his.

“What?”

He bent his head slowly and brushed his lips softly against mine. I didn’t respond, but I still didn’t push him away, either.

“You want this, right?” he asked, still so close I could feel his breath on my lips, and I raised my head so that he could kiss me again, but he drew back.

“You need to say you want this. And that you won’t be a dick afterward.”

“Okay.” My voice sounded foreign to my ears, like it was somebody else speaking.

“You need to say it,” he repeated insistently and shook me a little by the shoulders.

Or what, I wanted to ask him, because the dark flush along his cheekbones and the boner he was grinding into my lower belly were sufficient evidence that he’d give me what I wanted even if I said nothing at all. I didn’t want to make any promises to him, even though he was asking for hardly anything at all. Certainly a hell of a lot less than any of the girls I’d ever been with.

“I want this. And I’ll try not to be a dick afterward.”

He narrowed his eyes in thought, then shrugged. “Good enough,” he muttered, and bent down to kiss me again.

Like the first time between us, I mostly remained passive and let things happen. Part of it was that I didn’t know what I was doing (though I later realized that Thomas’ prior experience wasn’t as extensive as his nonchalant tone had implied when I’d asked him in New York). Part of it, though, was that I liked not having to plan it out, not having to think whether I should first touch this in order to then nibble on that. Everything was up to him, and as long as I was enjoying it, I was willing to follow wherever he led.

He slipped both hands under my clothes and stroked my stomach, murmuring something into my mouth and I arched up against him, pulling his hips more firmly against me.

“Wait a second,” he gasped. “Wait.”

He pushed up off of me and went to lock the door, then turned off the overhead light. I heard him curse and the sound of the bottles I’d lined up falling over, then he tripped over my stretched-out legs and landed awkwardly half on me and half on my bed. I twisted around and lifted him fully onto the bed, then crawled up on top of him and trapped his wrists against the mattress, as I waited for my eyes to adjust to the dark. I couldn’t see much even when they did, just the dark outline of his head against my pillow. I tried to kiss his mouth, but my lips landed on his cheek and I lingered there, tracing his light stubble with my tongue, tasting his skin, then moved lower, to a tender spot right below his ear, that made him squirm and buck up against me. He twisted and pushed me off of him, squeezing me against the wall, pressing his whole body into mine, and I let him, even though I could have easily held him down.

Suddenly he seemed to stop.

“I want this,” I told him again, worried that he’d changed his mind.

“Yeah, me too,” he assured me, and then his hands were under my shirt and on the bare skin of my stomach again, reaching up to stroke around my nipples. Nobody had ever done that to me and I couldn’t believe how good it felt, especially when he pinched them lightly, atalar escort then scraped them with his thumbs. Eventually I had to grab his wrists and pull his hands away, because I didn’t want to come in my pants. He twisted them free, then his fingers curled around around my waistband. I felt it give as he unbuttoned the fly, then his hand was digging into my shorts and wrapping itself around my dick.

“Oh, Jesus,” I gasped and jerked away from the sensation, which caused my ass to slam hard against the wall and he laughed. I thought he might be making fun of me, but then he kissed me, his aim better in the dark than mine, and any protest I was about to make was forgotten as his tongue licked and coiled against mine. He continued to jerk me off, grasping me firmly but not too tightly, his thumb brushing over the head of my cock every third or fourth stroke, It was enough to bring me right to the edge, but not enough to push me over.

“Thomas…” I mumbled, not wanting to beg, yet needing to come so badly that I was prepared to do so.

“I want to fuck you,” Thomas said suddenly. “Can I?”

I hadn’t realized I was still moving my hips in counterpoint to his stroking until I froze at his words.

“Wh- what?” I stuttered. This wasn’t right. I was bigger, stronger, the athlete. He was majoring in French literature, for Christ’s sake. How could he think I’d let him do that to me? “No! No way!”

“Okay,” he said, letting me go suddenly, and I was about to snarl at him for stopping when both his hands wrapped around me once more. Only this time he was also holding his own cock and pressing it against mine. For the third time I grabbed his wrists in order to push him away, but something – maybe the added lubrication of his precum, maybe the way his breath was quickening, maybe simply how good it felt when I managed to ignore the voice in my head screaming ‘too gay, too gay’ – stopped me, and I finally cupped his hands in mine and followed his motion, feeling the tendons and muscles in his wrists flex as he stroked, the smooth skin of his cock against mine, his damp forehead pressed against the side of my neck. “Okay. Okay,” he repeated breathlessly, as if he was trying to reassure me, and I let the sensation build again, build and build, until his warm spurts set me off as well, our semen pooling in our cupped hands.

He didn’t cuddle or kiss me afterward, just rolled onto his back, which gave me a little bit of space to move away from the wall. I was still fully dressed and sweating heavily. I wiped my palms against my jeans. I could smell spunk, and beer, and Thomas’ shampoo on my pillow, and I thought I might throw up, but that would have probably qualified as being a dick afterward, so I swallowed hard and stayed put and tried to settle my breathing.

“It’s hot in here,” he commented suddenly. He raised himself, dragged off the sweater he was still wearing, dropped it onto the floor and lay back down. I wished he’d move back to his own bed. Then I wondered if he wanted to go a second round, and I thought that maybe I’d be okay with that. Cautiously I reached forward and laid my palm on his belly. His T-shirt was damp and I smoothed the material against his flat abs. Touching him like this was soothing, and I was starting to feel a little better, not so much like I wanted to jump out of my own skin anymore.

“You don’t really like this, do you?” Thomas observed. His tone wasn’t accusatory or defensive, but wry, as if he already knew the answer and it was all he could expect of me.

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “I don’t dislike it. It’s just that…” He waited quietly as I tried to formulate my thoughts. “It feels good, better than with girls. Just not… afterward. When I start thinking about it.”

His belly moved up and down under my palm as he breathed. He was probably going to accuse me of being a hypocrite. I knew I would have, if I were him.

“I’ve never been with a girl,” he said finally. “I can’t imagine I’d ever want to.”

There didn’t seem to be much I could say to that and anyway, my mind was on a different path.

“Have you ever been… you know.”

He didn’t pretend not to understand me. “Yeah. But I prefer the other way around.”

I could understand that. Other than his dubious major and the fact that he seemed to like kissing me – and not girls – Thomas wasn’t in the least effeminate. And it stood to reason that only effeminate guys would like being fucked. Guys like Thomas, like me, we might like other guys sometimes, but only if we fucked them.

Of course, it wasn’t very long before I learned that I didn’t understand much of anything at all.

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