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“Sorority N.Y.L.?” I asked myself. “That does sound strange…” I was very happy that I had received the letter of admission to my top-choice college, but this sorority – I had never heard of it. “Alpha Kappa Alpha” or “Alpha Gamma Delta”, those I was familiar with, for example. But “NYL”? Was Y even a proper Greek letter? In any case, this was the one suggested by the college and when I read the more detailed description, it did sound attractive to me. Their “special thing” was that they required a dress code from their members, not necessarily in the dorm itself but outside and in particular when attending classes or any other campus activities with the exception of sports events.

The code said that the standard outfit would be blouse and skirt, not shorter than the knee, preferably blue but another darker color would be fine as well. Further, it required members to wear nylons, in form of pantyhose or tights. Thigh highs or knee highs were not okay. Finally, the shoes needed to be dress shoes, no sneakers, and socks were a no-go.

Although I had worn pantyhose only for rare festive occasions in the past, I did like wearing skirts over wearing pants and was not in principle opposed to this rule. After all, I thought, that way our sorority would be making some kind of “statement” in the way we looked on campus and also establish some sort of common identity. Fortunately the college was more to the North, so I was not too much worried about wearing pantyhose in summer time and getting too sweaty.

When I arrived on campus in late August, I was greeted by the housing officer and she showed me the way to the N.Y.L. dorm. My room was on the second floor and with the help of another student I carried my bags one flight of stairs up and walked over to my room.

The door was open and I said “hi” and entered while thanking the other student for her help with the bags.

“Hi there!” said a woman in the room. “I’m Brenda. Nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you, as well,” I replied. “My name is Cathy.”

“Great. Come in, I was told you would probably be showing up today. Where are you from?”

“California. That was a long trip…”

“I imagine you’re probably tired. I’m from Tennessee by the way. Quite far away from here, as well,” Brenda said. “Why don’t you get yourself settled in and make you comfortable and I’ll be back in an hour or so and we can go out for dinner?

I realized how late it was already and how hungry I was as well.

“Sounds like a great idea! See you soon.”

I sat down on the bed closer to the door because I saw some PJs on the one next to the window and figured that was probably Brenda’s. So many new impressions. I felt a bit scared, but even more overwhelmed and also quite tired. I thought I could lie down for a couple minutes and rest and then start unpacking. My thoughts went to Brenda who was a very attractive young black woman, medium built, probably 5’7″ tall, and with short curly hair. She had a smile on almost all the time and seemed to be a cheerful and positive soul. Somehow even just by talking to her for a little bit I seemed to like her and I was very glad that I got such a great roommate.

About an hour later, a knock on the door woke me up — Brenda was back and when she saw me barely awake on the bed and all my bags still unpacked she laughed and said “That’s what I thought! Out of energy, huh? Let’s get some good food!” And we took a short walk to a neighborhood Chinese restaurant.

Now I noticed that Brenda still wore her sorority uniform, maybe she had late afternoon classes and didn’t bother to change. I İstanbul Escort asked her about this whole uniform thing and she smiled and explained that indeed, as I had thought, this was the sorority’s special “trademark” and all NYL sisters were very proud of it and wouldn’t even think a minute of not following the code.

“It also gives us some advantages with the guys by the way,” she said, smiling broadly again.

“You mean…”

“Yes, many of them like girls in more traditional outfits and some of them also love the nylon aspect of it.”

“Really?” I asked. This remark of Brenda made me feel a bit uncomfortable. I didn’t really want to wear clothes that men were after in that sense… I was raised Catholic and decency always was a very important aspect of our upbringing. But in any case, I didn’t have the time nor the energy to worry too much about this right now and instead had a great time with Brenda who was very interesting to talk to and who could tell me a lot about NYL and the college since she was in her junior year already.

I also enjoyed looking at her face, her smiles, and the elegant way she moved her body, her arms, hands, and her head. Very artful, I thought, I wonder if she had done any acting or dancing or something like that before.

After almost two hours, it was past nine, we left the restaurant and to my surprise Brenda took care of the bill for both of us. I decided to ask her out next time. We walked back to the dorm, spend some time in the common room watching some TV, and then retreated to our room around 11 p.m. Of course, by that time I was even more tired than when I arrived, despite of my little nap, but I would have felt bad if I had left on my own earlier and leave Brenda by herself. I didn’t even think about unpacking now, but just got my PJs out of the bag along with my toiletry bag and got ready for bed. Brenda was still awake listening to some music on her iPod as I fell asleep fast and easily.

Some time later a noise woke me up. I heard a heavy breathing across the room. I could clearly tell that she was not sleeping but moving around in some sense. Not long thereafter she started to moan and I got worried if something would be wrong.

“Brenda?” I called her.

“Oh my god — Cathy! What’s going on?” She sounded somewhat upset.

“Well, I was just… worrying… about you, you know,” I replied, embarrassed.

“Come on, Cathy. Don’t be so silly. You know what’s going on, don’t you?”

“Well, I’m sorry, but I don’t have a clue.”

“Alright. Are you seriously telling me you don’t know what masturbation is? You just managed to cut short my favorite night time activity!” She still sounded a bit upset but also surprised about my inexperience.

“I’m sorry; I know the word and what it means, but…well… I haven’t experienced it… ever,” I admitted, even more embarrassed.

“Yeah. That’s ok, Cathy. I remember you mentioned something about your Catholic upbringing and stuff over dinner…”

“Yes, we were told not to touch ourselves there. Ever/” Brenda was quiet for a while. Then she said: “You know what, Cathy, today would be a good time to learn a bit more about yourself. What do you think?”

I had no idea what she was talking about. But could I say no to her and put her off, making her even more upset on the first night as roommates?

While I was deliberating my options, Brenda had approached my bed and tipped me gently on my shoulder.

“Cathy, I think I’m gonna join you here for a little bit,” she suggested and I knew she smiled in the dark even though I could not Bayan Escort see it. I moved a bit to the side so she would have enough space to lie next to me. My heart was pounding, since I didn’t know what would happen next but I had a sense that it would be a bit challenging for me.

But Brenda just took my hand in hers and held it for a while, without speaking a word. Then she told me how she discovered her own sexuality when she was eleven and that she had being having big fun ever since. It was such an amazing experience that she had been doing it almost every day since, even when she had a boyfriend because she said that often times she would not come during sex and even if she did, it usually felt less fulfilling than if she came on her own.

All these stories about her sexual experiences made me feel aroused and warm inside, and I told her that, even though I hesitated a bit if that would be a good idea.

Brenda now took my hand and placed it on her hair. It felt really good touching her, even though I was still nervous and insecure about this whole experience. Without her telling me what to do, I just gently stroked through her firm, curly hair and felt her scalp underneath, massaging it with my fingernails, as I had memories of some enjoyable experiences at the hairdresser’s.

“That feels so wonderful, Cathy,” Brenda said warmly, “please don’t’ stop! Please…”

My fingers slowly explored her face, her forehead, eyebrows, cheeks and nose, then her chin and mouth. She slightly opened her lips when I explored her mouth and somehow my index finger went inside of her mouth and she gently grabbed it and sucked on it for a bit. That felt great, as well, and I was getting even more aroused. I played a little bit with her, trying to pull my finger out and she trying to suck it back inside. Her tongue felt very soft and silky and I wondered how it would be to taste and feel it with mine…

Brenda raised her upper body and took off her night-gown. It was clear she wanted more attention and I slowly walked my fingers down her neck and shoulders to her breasts. I was surprised how firm they were and still how soft they felt. I caressed her left breast first with both of my hands, until Brenda said she’d like it a bit stronger. So I pressed harder and deeper, now also with her right breast, and could feel that her nipples got very hard in the meantime. She asked me to squeeze them and so I did, getting myself even more excited. I knew I did a very bad and forbidden thing, but it was feeling so great to me, that my enjoyment of it was much larger than my anxiety.

Brenda had started to breathe more heavily and took my hand again to place it on top of her crotch. Now I noticed that she still wore her black pantyhose from the NYL uniform I saw earlier. She guessed my question and said that she loved the feel of the pantyhose fabric so much that she sometimes sleeps in them.

Now I was really in the middle of the “forbidden zone” but Brenda made it clear that she expected me to explore it as well as I had other areas of her body. She led my hand underneath her hose and towards her pubic area.

I had not a clue what to do and how, but just started with gently rubbing her private parts, moving down to her outer lips and then back up to the love spot that is the most forbidden zone of all. I must have been inspired since after a while Brenda started to moan louder and louder and her love spot had gotten bigger and harder under my gentle fingers. When I touched and rubbed her between her legs I felt her juices that had came out her vagina and Brenda suggested Eskort I should taste them.

I was a bit shocked, that felt a bit too weird, I thought, but then I was curious and stuck a finger full of her juices into my mouth. I was amazed by the sharp and still erotic flavor I tasted, as Brenda asked me whether I wanted more.

“What do you mean?” I asked her back.

She didn’t say anything but just took her pantyhose off, she wore no panties underneath, and gently moved my head onto her crotch.

“I want you to lick me between my legs!” Brenda said in a demanding tone.

I was stunned but did not want to hurt her, so I just lowered myself all the way between her legs and explored her private parts with my tongue. I tried to lick softer, then harder, then suck a bit, then moving my tongue inside her vagina, and finally paying a lot of attention to her erect love spot. Brenda was moaning louder and louder, and more juices came out of her vagina and I licked them all up and sucked them in, experiencing every bit of her.

Moments later, her moaning became faster und louder, and then she cried out a couple of times and breathed very intensively, then finally calming down.

“Cathy, I just came!” exclaimed Brenda. “You gave me one of my most wonderful orgasms ever! I can’t believe it! But I want you to have a great experience, too…”

So we reversed roles. I took off my T-shirt and my panties, and was already so aroused, that I was ready for whatever pleasure Brenda might have in stock for me.

She also started with caressing my hair, then exploring my face, but after playing a bit with her fingers in and out of my mouth, she brought her lips to mine, kissed me a couple times gently on my lips and then reached out with her tongue until she found mine. As our tongues touched for the first time, a burst of energy went through my whole body and it felt absolutely fantastic. Our tongues played with each other, pressing, sucking, withdrawing, caressing, I could have gone on forever like that.

But Brenda wanted to explore my breasts, as I have explored hers earlier, and again I would never have believed how magic it felt having my breasts caressed and massaged by a woman who is skillful at this. My nipples had already been hard before, but when Brenda sucked on them and used her tongue and teeth to squeeze them some more, they were absolutely stiff.

Now Brenda had another idea what to do next, and she put on her black pantyhose again.

“I will give you a special NYL massage,” she announced, and surely had a smile on with that. She sat on the other side of the bed and placed her pantyhose encased feet on my crotch, starting a slow and tender massage. Feeling these feet in pantyhose on my private parts made me crazy of excitement and arousal and I felt large amounts of juices flowing down my vagina. Brenda clearly had some experience with this because she massaged my lips and love spot with great skill, also teasing me at times. When she noticed that I had started to moan louder, she turned around and now worked my crotch with her tongue.

Oh my god, was that wild! She knew all the special areas and how to please them and tease them and we both could not get enough of it. Brenda noticed that I was coming closer to an orgasm, and she lay down next to me again, pressing her crotch hard on mine, and touching my breasts and nipples with hers, and then again deeply kissing me with her tongue. We embraced each other, and soon I was there, for the first time, experienced an orgasm, and this with a woman… My whole body was hot and streams of energy and light flowed through me, it was so wonderful…

When I returned to Earth again, Brenda was still in my arms and smiled. I thanked her and expressed my hope that it wouldn’t be the last time.

“Sorority N.Y.L.,” I thought, “what a first day…!”

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I’m writing this against my will. Sort of. This story is part of an agreement between my wife and me: I reveal my inadequacies as a lover in an anonymous story at Literotica, and she keeps them a secret here in my home town. There is more to it than that, of course: we both derive sexual gratification from the new arrangement, and the secret is out to at least one other person. He’s probably laughing to read this, if he isn’t too busy fucking my wife.

Colleen is stunning, and I wouldn’t trade her for another woman on earth. She laughs easily and often, and is always up for something fun. At 5′ 7” she’s all legs, but you’ll only notice if you can tear your eyes away from her chest. Her breasts are smallish (a B cup), but high and firm and so perfectly proportioned she gets asked all the time if she has modeled. Auburn hair frames a face jeweled with sapphire eyes and a hint of freckles. Her lips are so full that if you glanced her on the train you’d swear she just blew you a kiss.

How I ever married such a goddess is hard to fathom, but I benefited from her religious upbringing which kept her a virgin until our wedding night. With no point of reference she really didn’t know how big a man ought to be, or how long sex should last. Lucky me! I’m only about 5 inches fully erect, and I usually unload 3 or 4 quick spurts within a few minutes of contact.

On our wedding night I didn’t even get that far: she wanted to see what a penis felt like and, when took me between her fingers and thumb, I came just from her touch. I squirted up her wrist, which caused a startled laugh, and then hung there limply despite all her attempts to revive me. It was the next morning before I actually managed to penetrate her and her disappointment was obvious. Four minutes of fumbling before I spasmed inside her lovely cunt and rolled away. I did my best to get her off with my fingers, but it was clear she expected more than that from her first time.

We persisted for over a year and she learned to take her own sexual satisfaction into her own hands. Then one of her girlfriends hosted one of those parties where “marital aids” are displayed and discussed, and she came home with a dildo about 7 inches long and much thicker than I am. It was clear that there had been a lot of storytelling as well, because she was stunned by another woman’s comment that her husband was bigger than this dildo.

“Can you imagine such a thing?” she asked me, and it was clear from her eyes that she was doing just that.

Then a girlfriend had an affair that her friend described as “just for the sex.” Colleen was dismayed by her friend’s deception, but her conversation revealed a curiosity about a purely sexual relationship that got me worried. Worried, and at the same time aroused. I know I’m no good in bed and, frankly, I’m ashamed that I can do so little for someone I love so much. When I saw her eyes widen at the thought of a lover, and saw her lick her lips at the idea of an orgasm brought on by intercourse, I felt a stirring in my pants.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I said, bringing her back from her distracted stare. She smiled and took my hand. In the bedroom I quickly stripped as she slipped her tight jeans over her hips and unhooked her bra. “I want to lick you,” I said as I pushed her back onto the Escort İstanbul bed. She spread her legs and I eagerly lapped at her tight slit. She stroked her own breasts as she humped my mouth, gasping as I tongue-fucked her fiery hole.

“I need you inside me,” she groaned as she pushed me away and climbed on top. My eager peter was standing up like a sundial and, since I am so thin, it slipped into her easliy. “Yes!” she moaned and started to ride me back and forth. I thought for a moment that this time would be different– we were both so into the moment that I was sure to last awhile, but suddenly the image of her with another man popped into my mind. I pictured her sliding down a cock so thick it caused her to gasp. I saw her wide-eyed and trembling atop a pulsing pole, greased with her own excitement, and that was all it took. My own eyes flew open as I erupted inside her, squirting like a baby boy in his diaper.

Her eyes few open as well. She stared down between us as my penis slipped out and continued to dribble it’s juice on my stomach.

“Damnit, Paul,” she blurted, “what the hell is wrong with you? We were just getting started!”

“I know, baby, I’m so sorry. I just can’t help myself. Do you want me to get your dildo? I could work it for you.”

“No,” she said, her eyes turning hard as she stared down at me, “I want you to eat me. You made this mess, now you clean it up.” I knew that by “mess” she meant more than just the gooey puss she was sliding up my chest– she meant our entire sex life– but the cummy hole she pressed to my face was the immediate concern. I don’t shoot much and what I do is pretty watery, so it was mostly leaked out by the time she got to my mouth, but the idea of eating sperm was pretty revolting. I tried turning aside but she would have none of it– she grabbed my hair and pulled me tight to her muffin. Since I felt so guilty about my performance I tried a quick lick. Not pleasant, but not horrible, either. I tried another lick and heard her hiss approval. I gave another try, this time with gusto and felt her grip on my scalp start to relax.

As her body began to respond to my attention the image returned of her with another man. Suddenly, I was not licking my own sperm from her cunt; I was licking the cum of another man from her freshly-fucked hole. It was electric! I was enthralled as I imagined my wife in the throes of sexual pleasure, satisfied in a way she had never been in 14 months of marriage, and me actually able to contribute to the experience. I gobbled hungrily at her slick lips, plunging my tongue as deeply as I could as I sought the nectar of our combined juices. I imagined her pussy, stretched and sated the way it ought to have been, spilling the evidence of her pleasure.

She reacted with equal gusto, grinding her groin against my jaw. Her hands moved to the headboard as she jerked her hips and her breath came in short gasps. I watched her nipples tighten to stiff points as her chest flushed pink. I could scarcely breathe from the pressure of her groin on my face, but I licked and slurped like never before. Her legs parted even further as her orgasm neared, and I imagined her opening wider to accommodate a cock much larger than my own. I seized her butt and strained my tongue upward as she İstanbul Escort Bayan started to growl “Yes! Yes! Yes!” and was suddenly greeted with a sparkling flood of her cream. “Oh fuck, yes!” she cried as she came all over my face.

She held there, trembling, as wave upon wave of pleasure washed through her. When she finally looked down with a puzzled smile I pointed to my groin– I was hard again, something she had never witnessed. “Well what’s gotten into you?” she asked with a laugh, and rolled off of me.

“I don’t know baby,” I lied, “but I’ve got to fuck you again!”

“Let’s go, then!” she giggled, and spread herself wide on the bed. I was on her in a flash, and my pencil dick poked into her creamy slit so quickly I doubt she even knew I was inside. I was my usual fumbling self, thrashing about as I struggled to keep my little stick from falling out, but in my mind I saw the lips of her cunt pistoned back and forth by a full-sized man cock. She laughed at my eagerness but before she could get me settled into a rhythm I erupted again, and drained my raisin-balls into her buttery cunt.

She pursed her lips in disappointment, but she stroked my hair as my breathing returned to normal. “Well, I don’t know if that really qualifies as ‘fucking,’ but it was the best you’ve ever been for me,” she said. “What was different for you? Did you really like eating me after you came inside? What were you thinking about?”

I paused awhile before answering, knowing that the truth at that moment could have profound consequences. I knew that her sexual awakening was on a course I could not stop, and I also knew that I was at a real risk of losing her if I did not address my shortcomings. I considered the many possible outcomes of my confession and finally decided that most of them were better than keeping such an amazing woman frustrated, and any of them were better than losing her to another lover if she were to venture out on her own.

“I was imagining you with another man,” I said.

“What?” she blurted. “Who?”

“No one in particular,” I said. “Just someone else. Someone who has the ability and, um, tools to make you happy.”

“But I am happy!”

“Not sexually,” I responded, “we both know that. And don’t tell me you haven’t imagined the same thing.” She looked at me for a long time before responding.

“Yes, Paul, I have imagined how another man might make me feel. I can’t tell you how often I have had to come home and masturbate after talking with a girlfriend about their sex life. So many times I hear stories about hour-long sessions, or multiple orgasms, or even about the pleasure of taking a really large cock, that it drives me crazy with desire. My dildo gives me some satisfaction, but it isn’t a man, and you just can’t match the images in mind. You’re just too little, and you just cum to fast.”

“Do you want to take a lover?”

“I don’t want to cheat on you.”

“What if it was with my approval?”

“You would do that?”

“I might. I would have to think about it. I love you, Colleen, and I want you to be happy, even if it means some discomfort for me.”

“I think you have thought about it, Paul, or you wouldn’t be talking about it now. And you were thinking about it a few minutes ago, too, Anadolu Yakası Escort and it didn’t seem to cause you too much discomfort!”

“True,” I conceded.

She sat up and looked deeply into my eyes. “I want you to think long and hard about this Paul. This is a big step, and I won’t take it casually. If this is a place we are going to go, I want to go with complete confidence. Can you do that for me?”

I gulped and nodded. She studied my face for several seconds.

“Stand up, Paul.” I did so, standing beside the bed as she slid forward to the edge. “I’m going to suck you, and I want you to imagine I am sucking someone else. Look down at me and picture my mouth around another man’s cock. Imagine the pleasure I am giving to him, and imagine the pleasure I am getting, too. Image that I have taken a lover, and that I am giving myself to him, completely and wholly. I want to know how that makes you feel.”

I struggled with fear and confusion as she slid off the bed and knelt before me. I watched as her slender hands grazed the inside of my thighs and her fingers curled against the back of my balls. My cock was still flaccid and hung like a noodle from my crotch. I felt her lips press to my belly as she started a trail of kisses toward my groin, but still I dangled limply. Her fingers took up my wiener like a cigarette and she began to kiss the soft tip. As she opened her mouth the image began to take shape in mind. Here was my wife’s beautiful face pressed to another man’s cock.

As I watched my slim dick vanish between her full lips, and felt the wet warmth of her mouth, I suddenly saw another man’s penis, ridged with veins and engorged with blood, thrust against her eager tongue. I began to stiffen. She spooned her tongue along the underside of my little dick and I saw another cock, twitching with lust and glistening with precum, nestled there. Suddenly I was as hard as I had ever been. She glanced up and I saw a wicked glint in her eyes as my reaction became clear.

She moved her hands to my hips, pushing her nails into the flesh of my ass as she pulled my boy-cock all the way into her mouth. She did not gag, as I barely reached the back of her teeth, but she acted as though I were a monster in her mouth, convulsing her throat around my head as she twisted her mouth back and forth around me. Her hair swayed against my belly as she pulled me in, and I imagined her taking him all the way into mouth, deep-throating him as his heavy balls churned in their sack. She brought one hand forward and took my shaft between her thumb and forefinger and began to stroke me, wiggling them between my crotch and her lips as she sucked the head like a dimestore lollipop. My marbles rose in my sack, tight to my groin, as my hips began to buck. Colleen stared up at me and smiled as she scratched them with her nails and, as I pictured her fingers wrapped around a shaft as thick as her wrist, I gave her the answer she wanted.

“Oh God, yes!” I blurted as my tiny nuts convulsed. I loosed a stream of jism into her open mouth as she giggled with delight. She tugged me a few more times to be sure she had completely drained me of juice, then rose to her feet with my load still cradled in her tongue. She took my face in her hands and brought her lips to mine, then pushed warm goo into my mouth, swirling her tongue as she did so. She broke our kiss and stood there, radiant in her beauty and new-found freedom, looking at me carefully.

“Thank you, darling. I think we are on the edge of something very wonderful.”

I swallowed and smiled back.

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Ellen;

My husband, Bob, is average height which is a little taller than I am. He wears a size 44 suit jacket not because his is that big through the chest but his shoulders are than big. He is about 38 or 39 inches around the chest. Think of an inverted triangle. Why do I say this? I want you to know he is not in any way ‘feminine’.

A few years ago, Bob and I were invited to a dinner and dance. It was a chance for me to break out the ‘little black dress’. Under it I was wearing a black satin bra. I am a 38 C.

Dinner was good and the dance was fun. When we got home Bob was not ready for the evening to be over. As I undressed, he came up behind me and put his arms around me and started to play with my nipples. I had taken the dress off and I was wearing the bra. I don’t know what is was but the sensation of his fingers on my nipples or the material of the bra, but the sensation was unbelievable. My pussy was almost instantly wet. If I had had an orgasm right then I would not have been surprised.

Bob was steering me to the bed and I was letting him.

“Don’t you want to take that off?”

“No. Hurry up and do me.”

At this point, I was not going to take the bra off for anything. His hand was between my legs and I came almost as soon as he touched my pussy.

“Lick me!” Bob went down and was tonguing my clit like there was no tomorrow. I could feel my juices all over his face as he moved side to side. What he did not notice, was me running my fingers over my nipples. The feeling was still there but it was better when Bob did it. With him doing it I did not know how he would flick or pinch them.

Don’t get me wrong, it still felt wonderful! I came once again and as Pendik Escort good as the first one!

Bob moved up and I pulled him to my lips for a deep, toes curling kiss. I did not care if his face was covered with my pussy juices or not.

“In me now!” I could not wait any longer.

Bob slipped his cock in me and he went in so easy it was fantastic.

He was sitting up and not supporting himself. I fumbled and got his hands in mine. I placed them on my nipples and Bob did not need to be told what to do.

The third time I came was even better than the last two. I think I was almost insensible during it.

Bob knows that I like him to stop doing whatever he is doing when I come, so he stopped playing with me nipples. His hands were still on them, though.

“Are you ok?”

“Give me a minute.” That was all I could say for at least that amount of time.

Bob looked like he was concerned about my welfare.

“I’m ok. It’s this bra. The combination of the material and how you turn me on I could not wait for you to get to me.”

“A magic bra”, was all he could say. I realized his cock was still buried in me up to his balls and he had yet to come.

“Here, help me with this.” I pushed up and he put his hands on the clasp and undid the bra.

I slipped it off and held it to his chest. Bob nipples were almost as sensitive as mine. When I wanted him to come inside me all I had to do was play with them and in short order, he would blast off.

I held the bra to his chest and started to flick his nipples. That got him started again and he moved so he was not sitting. It was like then only point of contact between us was his cock in my pussy. Kurtköy Escort

Just like I like Bob to stop when I come, I stopped playing with his nipples when he came. He laid down on my supported on his elbows. When he had softened and slid out of me, he rolled on to his back.

“What is that thing made of?”

“Just nylon like a few of my other bras. I don’t know what it is but when you rub my nipples through it, it feels like nothing I have ever tried before. “

The feeling was strange, it was smooth but you cloud feel every move your fingers made.

“Whatever it is, you have to get some more of them. You were all over me as soon as I started to play.”

“I have a better Idea. Try it on.”

“What! I don’t’ wear bras!”

“I saw how you reacted when I was pinching your nipples through it. Did it feel good or not?”

“Yeah, it felt very good but I’m a guy and guys don’t wear Bras. At least, any I know.”

“Look, try it on. Who is going to see or even know? This is our bedroom. Nothing we do here goes outside here. Is that right?”

“Yeah, but a bra!”

“Stop it and slid it up your arms.”

He knew I was serious. He sat up and I slipped the straps up his arms and fastened the clasp behind his back. It was a little snug but it fit hen around the chest. The cups were very big. He was acting like I had asked him to go outside naked.

“How does it feel?”

“Strange. I have never had anything like this on before.”

“A girl gets used to it. It is part of growing up.”

“I know all of that but I’m not a girl.”

“No and you never will be. I know how this felt on me when you started and I thought you would like Maltepe Escort the same thing. I’m right, aren’t I?”

“Well, yes, but a bra!”

“Ok, let’s get it off you before you stretch it out that I can’t wear it anymore.”

He was probably thinking that was the end of it. The next day I was in town and I got a couple more bras just like the one I wore the night before. And I got one a little bigger with a smaller cup. The sales girl asked if I got the wrong side on that one but I said it was a little joke I was playing. She smiled and said nothing more.

At home that evening, I moved Bob upstairs early and put on a fashion show for him. Since the ones I bought were just like the first one except for color, he expressed satisfaction.

Then I showed him the other one. I did not put it on, of course. I handed it to him. He took it and looked at it then he looked at me.

“Yes, I got it for you. This is our bedroom and no one will ever know. It is for us and us alone.”

“I’m not getting out of this, am I?’

“Nope. Here, I will show you how to put it on.” I showed him that it should but upside down and backwards with the cups in the back. Then the clasp is fastened in the front and then it is slid around so the cups are in the front. Then the straps are slid up the arms and the cups are right side up. Then I told him to check to be sure his nipples are centered.

Of course, checking his nipples allowed me the opportunity to play a little. He was hard before I could even pull him to the bed. I think you know what happened next.

I had to promise Bob that I would not tell anyone about his bra. We don’t use either his or mine every time we screw because we don’t want the novelty to grow old. Bob has accepted it and I had to promise him not to try any other items of ‘girly’ clothing on him.

He is all man but sometimes he wears the bra in the house.

Bob:

Bob has declined to submit his side of the story.

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Blood slowly dripped from the tiny incision. Ben raised his finger to his lips intending to suck it gently until the bleeding stopped, however when it reached level with his face he noticed a peculiar tint to his finger tips and it seemed to be spreading rapidly across his palms.

Fear overtook him as he panicked, his entire hand was now blue in complexion and swollen, he feared for his life, could this be an allergic reaction?

The blueberry juice was racing through his blood stream causing more and more of him to distend. His once toned bottom was now protruding and the rest of his body was expanding at an alarming rate to match it.

His jeans were stretched to capacity and bulging at the seams, the buttons being prised from the button holes with ever-renewing force.

Ben’s red hawaiian shirt laid in tatters on the floor as he continued to swell, the bluish hue creeping across his once pale peachy skin until each inch of his ever expanding frame was tinged a deep shade of violet.

And that’s how she found him, helpless on the ground, moaning and calling out for help. “Well, well, well, look at you! haven’t we got ourselves into a predicament here?” she sneered as he lay whimpering at her feet.

“I bet you feel so helpless” she said cruelly as she began pushing him, causing him to roll over and over and over never relenting, refusing to pause long enough to let him catch his breath, he was trapped completely at her mercy. His swollen body being gently tortured as the weight of his own juice crushed his once tiny frame. “Baby please stop I beg of you” Ben panted, his face strained with the continued fruitless efforts of getting her to relent even if just for long enough İstanbul Escort for him to regain his breath.

It seemed like hours to him yet in reality it had only been minutes when she finally stopped, his eyes closed, tired from the continued exertion he had been put through he thanked her, however when he opened his eyes a scene he could be much less thankful for met him. “Lick me” she demanded as she presented her tight wetness to him. He wanted to yell at her, to shout no, to refuse, but upon realising his dire and helpless situation he reluctantly submitted.

He tipped his head towards her, eager to get this humiliation over and done with. Her hand clutched his hair tightly as he was just millimetres from running his tongue along her soaked lips.

He frowned up at her quizzically, not quite sure what she wanted. His gaze followed her index finger as she gently ran it over her hardened clit and dipped it briefly inside herself, causing her to shudder with pleasure. He longed to be able to do that to her, but, trapped in his current state all he could do was lay beneath her and watch. He moaned when she glazed her finger over his swollen lips, enough for him to taste her and breathe in the musky aroma.

Finally her will-power failed her, the teasing had been nice but she couldn’t stand it anymore she needed release and Ben was going to give it to her.

She roughly rubbed herself over him and smeared her juices across his face. Moaning as his tongue slid slowly and reluctantly inside her, exploring the very depths of her. She shivered in the delicious pleasure he was providing her with. She ground herself against him as he became braver licking her at Anadolu Yakası Escort different paces, his nose pushed lightly against her clit. The arousal she felt at this moment was greater than at any point in her life as she came covering his face with her juice. He felt so degraded as she turned to look at him with a demeaning glare. “oh made a little mess here haven’t we” she laughed cruelly, knowing full well he could do nothing about the liquid dripping from his hair and cheeks. “would you like me to help you clean up?” she teased. “yes Kayleigh, please” he whimpered, “Beg” was all she said in response, reminding this blueberry who was in charge, making him aware for certain it most definitely wasn’t him.

“please, baby, please” he whined, “pathetic” she replied “it’s almost as if you don’t want me to clean you up” she mocked.

Ben snivelled at this statement, partially from the cruelty he was being subjected to but also because he was scared that what she had said could be true. Maybe he was enjoying the abuse, he was fairly sure he was hard but with all the swelling in the way he was confined to his position and couldn’t tell for sure.

“please clean me up, its so debasing having this all over my face, please I’m begging you, I’ll do anything, I’ll let you abuse me all you want!”

a smile spread across her lips as she heard those final words “abuse me all you want” now wasn’t that an appealing offer, something she could not refuse. “Fine” she retorted “your

mistress is so kind and merciful to you, don’t forget your thank you’s” her face, gently flushed with remnants of her orgasm, moved closer to his as she gingerly licked her own essence Kartal Escort from his violet-stained face. Her tongue felt soothing across his skin as it cleared the drying liquid from his cheek. “mmm thank you” he practically purred once she had finished

“Oh but I’m not nearly done” she said menacingly.

She began walking along the length of his swollen body, it didn’t take long before she had completely disappeared from his sight, worrying him slightly and reminding him of just how helpless he truly was.

Obscured from Ben’s view by the sheer size of his own bloated form Kayleigh reached for his feet. That first touch made him squeal before beginning to laugh hysterically as her fingers glided lightly yet relentlessly across the soles of his feet. His stomach muscles and his jaw were began to ache from the laughter and he now realised he had been too quick to say thank you.

Once again he began to beg for her to stop. Sobs escaping between the torrents of laughter. He led there unable to defend himself, only able to lay there and submit to the relentless torture she was subjecting him to.

Kayleigh was taking absolute delight in tickling him, watching his engorged body writhe and wriggle as he frantically tried to escape, trapped inside the prison of his own blueberry-like body.

After much begging and pleading between gasps she finally ceased the continual rapid motions of her fingers.

He breathed heavily, exhausted from the torture that had been subjected on him.

She kissed him lightly and began to walk away from his tired, immobile body, in her barefooted state she trod on a thorn, the very same thorn that had got Ben into all of this mess. She began to inflate, the juices filling her, causing her to expand.

She glanced down in her frightened state to see Ben laying in a sticky puddle of blue liquid, he stood up and stepped back away from her bulging form. “My turn” he thought to himself. The fun was only just beginning.

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With the tip of my tongue, I barely touch you. Watching as you twitch to the feel of my hot, wet tongue on you. As you have not yet told me what you want, I tease you. Tracing an outline of your hard, thick manhood onto your stomach. Sometimes touching you so gently with my tongue or my bottom lip. I can feel you continuing to twitch under me, wanting so bad for me to take you into my mouth and give you the release you crave.

Your hands are wrapped in my hair, trying to pull my head where you want it but I resist. Moving lower I begin to nibble and lick your inner thighs, from the top of your thigh to the knee. You can feel my long, silky soft hair caressing you. Sliding on you from your stomach to your thighs, causing you to finally moan out loud. Hoarsely, you ask me to suck you. Smiling in satisfaction of making you break your silence, I slide further up your body.

Gently I take you in my hand and squeeze you. Stroking my hand, still slick with syrup, up and down on the shaft. Slowly I lower my mouth to you. My hair brushes Ümraniye Escort against your stomach, making you shudder. I take the tip in my mouth and flick my tongue back and forth over it, caressing you. I use the tip of my tongue to tease the slit on the head, making you groan in pleasure. Softly sucking you deeper into my hot wet mouth.

Your hands are pushing on the back of my head, forcing your way into my mouth. Arching your hips off the bed until you are touching the back of my throat. For a brief moment, we hold that pose until you slowly push my head back as you lower yourself back onto the bed. Feeling my lips tighten around you as they slide back towards the tip, sucking on you harder.

You are glistening in the candle light from being in my wet mouth and we both watch as more of you is exposed, sliding out from between my lips. You slip completely from my mouth and watch as I use my tongue to lick the head. Suddenly, white pearls begin to appear from the slit, which I quickly collect on my İstanbul Escort tongue, moaning at how wonderful you taste. I lick you from the shaft to the head, trying to coax more of that delicious flavor. Moving all around your thick shaft, tasting, teasing.

I slide back up so that I am able to once more suck your hardness deep into my mouth. Holding your hands down with mine, I slowly rock my head up and down on you, setting my own rhythm. Wanting to make this sweet torture of you last as long as possible. My mouth is so slowly caressing you, slipping up and down so gently.

Suddenly, you pull your hands free of mine and place them on my head. Moving me to a faster pace. My hot wet mouth sliding from the base to the head again and again. Taking you deep with every thrust. I can feel you growing thicker and harder and your excitement is turning me on as well. I begin to moan around you, increasing your pleasure as you feel my mouth vibrating you.

I begin running my nails so lightly up your inner thighs. Anadolu Yakası Escort Staring into your eyes as you continue to stroke in and out of my mouth, faster and harder. I can feel you begin to swell, twitching in my mouth, as you get closer to the edge. I slip my hands underneath you so I can hold you tight, not wanting to lose a single drop when you finally explode.

Remembering how you squirmed when I allowed my tongue to tease your asshole, I slip one hand out from underneath you and slide it down to my pussy. Slowly I insert one finger until it is coated with my juices before sliding it back up to you. Now I can flick that wet finger against your ass as I suck on you, increasing your pleasure. You push your legs far apart to allow me easy access as you moan in delight at how wonderful it feels.

Your hands press my head down as I feel the first hot salty shot hit the back of my throat. I pull back, wanting only half of you in my mouth. Needing to feel each tremor as it passes through you. Feeling your hot cum splashing inside my mouth, coating my teeth and tongue on the way down my throat. You can feel my mouth pulsing around you as I suck harder, trying to collect every drop. Mmmmmmmmmm, you taste so good, baby.

Thanks to BooMerengue for her helping in editing this piece.

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The year is 2020.

“Give me one good reason why I should let you live,” Cindy growls at the intruder, slightly letting up on the choke hold her hand has on his neck.

He gets mere seconds to attempt to catch his breath before Cindy turns to Gracelyn with a nod. A shooting pain runs up his body from between his legs as his nuts are crunched by a merciless kick. He can’t scream due to Cindy clamping back down on his throat, and he can’t reel over in pain due to being secured down in a modified floor section.

Gracelyn continues with a few more savage stomps to the same spot before Cindy signals her to pause.

“C’mon fucker, you gotta work with me here! Give me a reason!” Cindy says.

The lighting in the floor that was activated by the alarm casts an eerie red glow on her face through the hair that is hanging down around it, partially darkening her eyes as they peer into his.

He struggles through the pain, “I heard the place was haunted.”

“Oh it’s going to be if you don’t give me a better excuse!”

“It’s true! I swear!”

Cindy pops him in the eye hard enough to make his head bounce against the floor. “You are the third piece of shit to break into this place this week! This isn’t a coincidence!” She stands back up and places her Timberland boot across the guy’s neck in place of her hand. “Unfortunately for you, the part of my family who could tell if you’re being honest or not is no longer around because of other pieces of shit like you! So! You have one last chance to tell me why you’re here!”

“Go to hell,” the guy wheezes.

“I’m already there,” Cindy heavily says as she applies all her weight onto his throat, tearing up as she holds her position, waiting for him to pass out.

The guy struggles for several minutes before the life fades from his movements.

Walking off the other side, she looks back to Gracelyn. “Do what you want with him. If he wakes up, we’ll throw him in with the others. If not… oh well.”

A couple months’ worth of heartache and anger is taken out against the intruder’s torso and thighs in a matter of minutes. Gracelyn eventually ceases her efforts when he doesn’t stir, seeing it as a moot point in pounding on him if he’s not going to suffer.

The red lighting that engulfs the room shuts off as Cindy cancels the silent alarm from her phone, returning the ambient light theme back to a violet hue that matches the time of night. As she stares out the window in front of her, Gracelyn’s reflection catches her eye as the girl stomps over the guy’s body to join her.

Gracelyn leans her forehead against Cindy’s shoulder blade as the rest of her frustration comes out in tears. “I can’t be myself anymore,” she sobs.

Cindy fights back tears as she hangs her head in grief; her anger and adrenaline over the situation keeping her ability to talk intact. “He said he thought the place was haunted,” she recalls.

“So?” Gracelyn replies looking up at her, making a half assed attempt to wipe her eyes so that her glasses don’t fog over. “Probably is now since he didn’t wake up.”

“He’s not dead, watch,” says Cindy as she aggressively walks back to him, pulls him up by the shirt, and smacks him hard across the head, sending an echo throughout the main room, succeeding with reviving him. “See?”

His perception spins from the hit as he catches his breath.

“That opossum gag won’t work on me,” she scorns him before smacking him again in the opposite direction. “Enjoy your moment with God?”

“Fuck you! Let me go!”

“Uh, yeah no, that’s not going to happen! Especially not with that attitude you little shithead! You’re going to learn some manners first, and if you’re lucky, I might call the police to come pick up what’s left!”

“Really? Blackmail!? That’s the best you got!?”

Cindy can’t believe this guy’s arrogance and punches him in the other eye! “It’s not blackmail you idiot! You broke into my house! You’re lucky I gave you the option to live!”

She attempts to get him to his feet, but his dizzy state results in him falling to his knees. The restraints that held him to the floor are magnetic and click together automatically when his wrists fall behind his back. She secures them with a pin as Gracelyn grabs a shock collar and hands it to her.

“Let’s make one thing perfectly clear here,” she says holding the collar to his face, “you are our bitch now and have been since the moment you stepped foot on my property! This reacts to sensors around the house, in the yard, and to loud noises!”

She gives it back to Gracelyn, steps on the back of his leg and pulls his hair back to make it convenient for her to apply the collar without hassle.

“You will go where we want you to go! Go somewhere you don’t belong, Zap! Go within fifty feet of the perimeter of the property, Zap! Try to yell for help, Zap! If you even try to talk louder than I want you to, guess what… Zap! Are we clear?”

Gracelyn gets the collar fitted and helps Cindy get the guy on his feet.

Once he feels his hair Ataşehir Escort being let go, he bolts for the front door. Cindy calmly lets him go and waits for the collar to take him out. The equivalent of a stun gun drops him like a log, and he twitches face down in his own spit.

“I guess not,” Cindy says with a sigh, patiently walking towards the guy.

His seizure-like movements bring a smile to her face until the collar pauses to recharge.

“You know, I have about five seconds to pull you out of the shock zone before you get zapped all over again,” she says reaching her arm out as if to grab him by the leg, but pulls it back and turns back to Gracelyn, “did I forget to mention that?”

Gracelyn grins a bit as well as the collar gets set off again, juicing the guy for another ten seconds.

“Oh darn. I thought I had ya there,” Cindy teases.

The collar pauses again.

“Ok-ekgg!” he cries as the collar zaps him for the noise. “Get me out-!” being shocked again.

Cindy fakes grabbing his leg once again and asks Gracelyn, “Do you smell that?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s like a mix of retard, liar, and pee!”

“That’s what I thought too,” Cindy says as she waits for the third wave of electricity to pause before pulling the guy from the shock zone.

All of his energy is spent and he can’t stand on his feet even if he wanted to.

With her adrenaline still pumping, Cindy is able to pick the guy up by the neck of his shirt and drag him down to the garage level of the home as Gracelyn follows. Physically he doesn’t have much of an advantage on her [Cindy] in terms of body mass – maybe a difference of fifteen pounds between the two of them, an advantage that allows her to easily launch the guy against a wall to be secured to.

“You two have company,” she says to another guy and a girl who were caught together. Grabbing the guy’s hair, she turns his face towards them and asks, “Look familiar?”

The two both shake their heads ‘No’.

“Are you sure? Your stories about this place being haunted seem awfully suspect.”

The other guy keeps a straight face, but Cindy catches the girl’s facial expression which resembles a deer caught in headlights. Gracelyn catches it too but doesn’t say anything.

“Well, the three of you can whisper sweet nothings to each other about how you all screwed up here,” Cindy says before back handing the guy she just brought down across the face once more, knocking him to the ground.

The sound feedback is loud enough that it triggers a low-level shock from all three collars.

“Perhaps you two can explain to this drooling mess why it’s not a good idea to try and run, because I promise you he will try when he realizes he’s not actually secured to anything,” Cindy says pulling the pin from the restraints, but keeping them secured to his wrists. “Rest up. We all have a big day ahead of us tomorrow!”

The two watch as Cindy disappears into the shadow towards the lit up doorway that leads back upstairs. They don’t see Gracelyn due to the contrast of the darkness in the room, nor do they see the paintball gun she picked up when she walked in. However, they do hear it fire and are stunned by their collars when the new guy gets hit in the waist and screams.

“That’s for passing out earlier,” Gracelyn says before following Cindy out.

“You make me so proud at times,” Cindy tells her with a smirk, pulling her into a one armed hug as the two ascend the stairs.

“I learned from the best.”

Cindy kisses her on the head as they return to the main room. Handing off the paintball gun, Gracelyn pauses and taps the floor with her foot to summon a section of the couch to rise, and takes a seat with a heavy sigh.

Tapping the floor in the same manner, Cindy gets an ottoman section to rise and sets the gun down before continuing over to the window. She ponders her female prisoner’s actions, the look she gave when confronted about having similar stories; it wasn’t a look like she had been caught in a lie, but one that suggested that she couldn’t believe what she was seeing and was frozen in fear.

“That girl wasn’t looking at you was she?” she questions Gracelyn without facing her.

Lifting her head from her hands, “Huh? What, just now?” she replies, having been wrapped up in her own thoughts.

“Yeah, you saw her right? She was tracking something.”

“I guess. Whatever it was, I bet that shock made her forget all about it.”

Cindy faces Gracelyn. “Maybe, maybe not. I…can’t…help but feel like her reaction and the haunted claims are somehow connected.”

“Please don’t,” Gracelyn says leaning back in her seat with tears welling.

“What?”

“Don’t try to give me hope. It died with them.”

“Yeah, I know,” Cindy says as she folds her arms and looks to the floor, “mine did too.” She tries to fight back tears again, but is unsuccessful with it this time. “I can’t help it if Christie made me a believer in spirits though.”

Gracelyn looks up to the ceiling as her cheeks Kadıköy Escort soak in tears.

“Hearing those fools down there go on about this place being haunted…might be rekindling my hope a little.”

“What good would it do us now? Nothing’s been the same since we found out. You and I haven’t really connected with each other since either! You’ve become a totally different person!”

Cindy returns her sights to Gracelyn.

“The three of you were my family for eight months and you couldn’t get enough of me when they were here!” Gracelyn gets to her feet as she confronts her roommate. “I thought for sure we’d be grieving together, but you shut me out! For two months you shut me out!” attempting to shove Cindy back as her frustration mounts. “And now you want to talk about hope?! What about us?!” shoving her again and swinging at her arm, “Where’s my support, huh?!”

Gracelyn furiously swings at Cindy’s arms a couple more times before Cindy catches both wrists to get her to stop.

“We were supposed to be in this together,” Gracelyn cries, leaning her head into Cindy’s chest, “that’s what I was led to believe, that we were in this together.”

As sudden as they came about, Cindy isn’t mad about Gracelyn’s actions towards her. Without Christie’s guidance, the outburst is an eye-opener for her, allowing her to take in how much she’s changed in such a short time. In a moment of understanding, she holds the little lady tight and sinks to the floor in tears. It’s the first time since the funeral service that they’ve cried together.

“You’re right,” Cindy whispers into her lady’s ear, “we are.” After a sweet kiss on the head, “I’m sorry.”

Knowing that’s not good enough, she scoots a few feet over to the ottoman she summoned earlier and leans against it with Gracelyn on her lap, allowing her head to rest on her shoulder.

“I got used to Christie being my rock when I had my low moments. Sixteen years of her having my back, and just like that, she’s gone.” The recollection chokes Cindy up. “Throughout those years, she tried to prepare me for the idea of life without her, but I didn’t want to listen because I always believed that no matter what, she was going to outlive us all. But…I was wrong.”

Gracelyn continues to cry on her shoulder.

“Brian took her more seriously, but he believed she’d be around after us too. He thought that with her gift, she wouldn’t have been as alone because she still could’ve acknowledged our spirits.”

Gracelyn lifts her head, thinking she knows where Cindy is headed with her story.

“If he were here, he would’ve been waiting to hear from her somehow…like I am now,” Cindy says, briefly pausing in thought, “well, I guess I’m waiting for either one of them, but with how Christie was with spirits, I think she’d be more likely to show up first.”

“So you think the hauntings are them?”

“I think it’s a possibility, yeah. Remember how she could see his deceased cat’s spirit? It’s not exactly an uncommon thing around here.”

“A fair point I guess,” Gracelyn says, staring blankly.

“You don’t have to take this as an apology for how distant I’ve been, I just wanted you to see where the hope was coming from. It’s faint, but it’s there…for me.”

“Yeah, I get it. Doesn’t make things any easier though. Half our family is still gone. Even our trample thing feels out of place now, like it sounds stupid to say that it was what my hope was based on.”

“It’s not stupid. It brought us together.”

A lone tear slides down Gracelyn’s cheek, “Yeah, but it was stupid of me to think it would keep us that way after something like this,” she says as she gets up from Cindy’s lap. Her ankle is grabbed, preventing her from walking off. She looks back to see Cindy eyeing her foot. “I’m not in the mood,” she says, trying to pull her leg free.

“You wouldn’t have brought it up if you weren’t in the mood,” Cindy says as she holds onto Gracelyn’s shoe.

With minimal effort, it slides off as Gracelyn takes a step forward, causing her to pause in place. “I wasn’t in the mood to do anything with that guy just a bit ago, what makes you think I’d feel any different now?” she asks.

Discouraged by the tone, Cindy lets the shoe drop from her fingers. “I thought it could be a way for us to try and connect again…but, if you don’t feel up to it…”

Gracelyn’s shoulders drop with a sigh before she looks back. It’s a call for help that is unique to them, and she knows it. Under their current circumstances of mourning and grieving, no one would consider trampling as a way to connect. This is taken into consideration as Gracelyn places her socked foot on Cindy’s thigh.

“I’m still not in the mood right now,” Gracelyn says as Cindy scoots out from the ottoman and lies face up on the floor, “but if it helps you feel better,” stepping up onto her lady’s stomach and pulling off her other shoe before setting the second foot down.

“I don’t know if it will,” Cindy says with side steps compressing her chest Bostancı Escort and abs, “never had it done for this reason.”

“Honestly, I didn’t think I’d ever trample someone for this reason either,” Gracelyn says with her glasses in hand and wiping her eyes dry.

Cindy notices a subtle difference in Gracelyn’s weight, as if she’s put on a couple pounds from depression. She remembers Gracelyn’s steps grazing across her body effortlessly before without much impact, but now, while her movements are still second nature, she feels closer to the memory of Christie’s weight. It’s nothing more than a light massage to her physically, but mentally it messes with her when she closes her eyes because it feels like Christie is walking on her again.

Gracelyn watches Cindy’s facial expressions, and after a minute or so, she sees a tear pool and then streak down the side of her head. She steps onto her chest with one foot and wipes her face dry with the socked toes of the other.

Cindy looks up to see Gracelyn smirking kindly at her. Although both of them can speak, they don’t. Instead they relay their feelings and concerns only through their eyes and some interaction with Gracelyn’s foot. A cocked eyebrow here, a soft kiss on the toe there; an exchange that continues for several minutes before a sock is removed and a loving kiss is made on a bare sole.

It’s the first time something other than standing on someone has sparked hope for Gracelyn. The sensation runs up her leg, fills her heart, and sizzles up the back of her head causing her to drop and straddle Cindy along with a hug.

“You ok?” Cindy asks.

Gracelyn nods ‘Yes’ with a tighter squeeze.

Cindy effortlessly props herself up with one arm and holds Gracelyn in the other. She gives her a soft kiss on the cheek, “I know you didn’t want to, but thank you for that.”

“Sorry it wasn’t longer,” Gracelyn replies, nuzzling her nose against Cindy’s cheek.

“It was as long as it needed to be this time,” Cindy whispers back.

Gracelyn kisses her back on the cheek before the two make eye contact again briefly, eyeing each other’s lips next. Their body language does the talking once more so that both go in for a lip lock at an even pace, solidifying the notion that they want that to happen equally as much.

A few minutes later their lips part, but their foreheads remain leaning against one another. Gracelyn savors the taste momentarily, and as she does, Cindy can see a thought brewing based on her facial expression alone.

“I won’t leave—” is all that escapes Gracelyn’s lips before they are silenced by Cindy’s finger.

“There is nothing more to say,” Cindy says before kissing her again.

They share one more hug before getting back to their feet. On their way to their room, Cindy checks the garage’s security feed from her phone to make sure her prisoners are still where she left them, and for the time being, they are. It doesn’t cure the edginess she has from them being there, but the reliability of the shock collars was proven with the first two, so even with the new guy there now, she will still be able to rest and recharge.

With some of the emotional turmoil alleviated between them, sleep will come easier for Gracelyn as well.

The next morning, a greeting from Cindy over the intercom wakes her unwanted guests. They are made aware of paintball vests, helmets, loaded weaponry, and are told that they have ten minutes to suit up as the game starts when the garage doors open.

“Is she serious?” asks the girl.

“Looks like it,” says the guy she came in with. “I’ll play their little game. We can take the little gal hostage and get ourselves out of this.”

“You gotta be kidding,” says the new guy, reluctant to suit up.

“They gave us all gear, and it’s just the two of them, so this should be a walk in the park.”

“I’ve never used one of these though,” says the girl.

“It’ll be simple. Stay behind me and keep your finger off the trigger until we find the small chick.”

“I’d be more concerned about the tall one. I can barely walk right at the moment because of her.”

“Then you track her down if you’re so concerned about her.”

The new guy looks over the table with the gear, “They didn’t give us any coms, so splitting up might not be the best idea.”

“Then stay within eye-shot and shut up. Find the little one and go from there.”

Cindy chimes in over the intercom again, “Five minutes, losers! Also, a word from the wise, the perimeter is marked by little flags, so be on the lookout for those or you’ll be dropped!”

“Great,” says the new guy unenthused.

As the three get their gear on, the guys are somewhat relieved that they were given cups to protect their genitals, and the girl finds it amusing when she notices the new guy now has boobs, not just her.

Her repressed snickering clues him in on the wardrobe malfunction. “Son of a b—”, cut off by the shock collar for yelling and reducing him to a kneeling position temporarily. Slamming his fist to the ground, “Fine, we do it your way – get the little one.”

They barely get their gear and their plan figured out before the garage doors open. The sunshine outside looks like freedom to them at first glance, but considering Cindy’s warning, it’s anything but.

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I was awoken in the morning by a sharp, throbbing pain in my groin. Damn! I thought. I guess it wasn’t a dream. I groaned and rolled out of bed. I was surprised to find Anna gone from the bed and nowhere to be found. I had to piss something fierce. I hurried to the bathroom and stood over the toilet. I wasn’t sure how easy it would be to pee wearing the chastity device, but I was pleasantly surprised. The plastic had kept me from getting morning wood (even though my body had tried fiercely), and it also forced my penis straight down. I didn’t even need to use my hands.

I hoped that Anna was down at the front desk getting my key. In the meantime, I jumped in the shower. As I was toweling off, I heard voices in the kitchenette of our suite. I walked out to find Anna standing at the breakfast bar talking to none other than nurse Aimee.

“Tim,” Anna said. “You remember Aimee from yesterday’s exam, right? She was just helping me with the issue of your key.”

“Hello…” I said, tying the towel around my waist. “Were you able to find it?”

Aimee looked at me apologetically. “That’s just the thing. The key is nowhere to be found. Normally they’re given to the wife, but it was somehow lost between your exam room and her’s.”

“What?!” My heart sank. I didn’t know if I was more angry or disappointed. I needed to cum!

“Now, I can have another key made from the serial # on your device. Anna, would you please read me the numbers from the bottom of the device?”

Anna crouched in front of me and removed the towel from around my waist. She lifted the device in her hand and read “XSM-2A-3497. Is that some kind of model number?”

“Yes,” Aimee replied. “XSM stands for extra small, 2 is the length in inches, and A refers to the girth measurement. The letters increase as the size goes up, like a bra.”

Anna’s eyes peered up at mine and she had a devious look on her face. “So…do you have a lot of this model?” She asked Aimee mischievously.

“Oh yes, quite a few.” I sighed with relief and my ego rebounded a little at Aimee’s response. I smirked at Anna. Maybe I wasn’t so small after all! But my victory was short-lived as Aimee continued, “We always have a lot left in the office, because we don’t need to use them very often.” My face dropped in defeat and it was Anna’s turn to smirk.

“Oh, really?” Anna faked shock. “I thought my husband always had an average sized cock-er, penis.”

“Well, the numbers don’t lie.” Aimee quickly flipped through the records in her notebook and continued. “In fact, it looks like we only have three of this size in use this week.” She stared right at me and grinned as she said it.

“Wow!” Anna exclaimed. “I always knew Tim was one of a kind, but not in this way.”

Aimee laughed. “Sometimes we don’t have anyone in his size at all. This week it looks like the predominant color this is… blue.” She flipped her notebook shut.

I prayed Anna would just let it drop and not follow her curiosity. I lost.

“And what does that mean exactly?” Anna asked.

“Blue is the ‘large’ size. But we also have a lot of black devices, which is ‘extra-large’. And you’re in luck; we even have some red ones this week.”

I didn’t know what she meant by saying my wife was in luck, but it sounded worrying to me.

“What is red for?” Anna couldn’t help but ask.

Aimee was all too happy to answer. “Red is for ‘oversize’. They fit the opposite end of the spectrum as your husband here.” Anna grinned at that.

I was mortified, but at the same time all this talk was turning me on. It was probably because I was still yet to cum from the previous night’s festivities with Anna.

“OK,” Aimee turned to the door to leave. “I’ll get this ordered and it should be here tomorrow.”

My heart sunk. A whole day!

“What was all that?!” I exclaimed as soon as Aimee had left.

“What was what?” My wife asked innocently.

“Talking about my size in front of her! And prying about the other guests!”

“Oh, I was just making conversation.” She tried to pass it off, but I had seen the glimmer in her eyes when Aimee revealed just how well-endowed everyone else here seemed to be. “Besides, she’s a professional. She sees a lot of cocks, so it stands to reason she’s fully aware of how small yours is.”

“What about the key? I’m dying here!” I slumped onto the couch in disappointment.

“Oh, it’s just one more day! Surely you can wait one more day? For me? For this…?” Anna walked over seductively, straddled her knees across my thighs on the couch, and pulled me in for a long kiss. She pulled my hands to her ass, and I kneaded it hungrily. Breaking the kiss, she leaned back and pulled the bottom of her shirt upward and over her head. She flung it aside and shook her hair back from her face.

I gulped hard. She had still just been wearing her bra-less tank top from last night, so now her bare breasts were on full display. They looked incredibly soft and squeezable. She put her hands on my chest, which Maltepe Escort pushed her ample cleavage together and made her boobs look even more full and round. Her light pink nipples were fully erect and pointing right at my face.

“I promise,” she whispered in her sexiest voice, “that I’ll make it well worth your wait.” She ground her pussy down onto the plastic of my chastity device. I moaned as she leaned forward and I couldn’t resist taking her nipple into my mouth. I sucked it in deep and twirled my tongue around the fleshy nub. Anna ground her pussy down harder in response. I turned to the other breast and commenced making out with that one next. Anna threw her head back, wrapped her arms around my head, and pulled my face deep into her cleavage as she began really working her pussy against me. I could feel the heat radiating from inside her on my groin, but of course I felt no stimulation. My penis strained against the thin plastic separating it from its desired lodging place. Anna picked up the pace, making her bouncing tits smash against my face rhythmically. I cupped them loosely in my palms, feeling them jiggle and wobble around wildly.

Anna was at full speed now, gyrating her hips and sliding her clit up and down the tube of my trapped penis. Her breathing grew more and more rapid and then suddenly stopped. She sucked in short fast breaths as she orgasmed. She hugged my head tightly to her breasts as she came hard. She yelled out and moaned uncontrollably. Eventually, her movements slowed and her head dropped onto my shoulder. Her body went limp on top of mine as she moaned into my ear, “That was amazing. Again. You’ll get yours, I promise.” Her hips twitched involuntarily a couple more times against my cock before Anna had recovered enough to pull herself off me.

“Whew! I’m going to go wash all this sex and sweat off, then we can get out there and explore the resort!” I fell over on the couch, my penis throbbing, my mind racing. I didn’t know how to process what was going on. Usually when I was this horny there was a release and my hormones would drop. But with no release, and with Anna’s continued teasing, there was no hormone drop. No relief. In fact, it was worse than before. My balls ached with the need to release and my loins burned with pent up desire. I needed to cum!

———

Anna and I were both eager to get to the beach, so that was our first destination of the day. It was a short 5 minute walk from our suite. We were both a little nervous leaving our room for the first time. There was always an initial shock at these places; it took some time to get reacquainted to the environment. As we approached the beach, we came to a boardwalk several hundred yards long, running parallel to the beach. Along the backside were various booths housing shops, cafes, bars, and the like. It was reminiscent of Atlantic Beach, albeit much smaller, and of course everyone was nude. The water’s edge was about a hundred yards off the front of the boardwalk. There were numerous thatched roof cabanas scattered along the front of the boardwalk, and rows of colorful lounge chairs and umbrellas in the sand beyond that.

“Wow!” Anna squealed, grabbing my arm in excitement. “This place looks great! Let’s set up over there.” She pointed to a section of empty chairs down the beach.

I followed her lead as we made our way down the boardwalk. We passed couples sitting at outdoor cafes enjoying brunch, people playing Frisbee in the sand, friends talking and laughing as they sipped fruity drinks, and others just tanning in the warm late morning sun. The only difference between this resort and most others is that everyone was nude.

As we stepped off the boardwalk, there was an attractive young female employee stationed there next to a large bin of towels.

“Towel?” The woman asked, stepping in front of is slightly.

“No thanks, we have our own.” I replied.

“Actually,” the attendant said. “I was referring to your towel, sir. Just a friendly reminder about our mandatory nudity requirement.”

I glanced down at the beach towel I had wrapped around my waist. “Oh…right.”

I sheepishly removed the towel and threw it over my shoulder. There was nowhere to hide now.

“Enjoy your day!” The woman said as we walked away.

“I forgot about that rule.” Anna teased. “I guess because it doesn’t apply to me.” Anna hung off my arm and playfully patted my caged penis. I could feel the chastity device dangling from my penis, weighing it down somewhat and bouncing around as I walked. It was a weird feeling.

I spread my towel out and sat down on a beach chair. Anna stood next to me and removed the thin, wispy cover-up she had been wearing. She wasn’t wearing a bikini top, so her breasts were immediately exposed. However, she was wearing a small light blue bikini bottom that puckered down the middle in the back, causing it to ride up her ass crack. This had the effect of accentuating her round, ample cheeks, only half of which were İstanbul Escort covered. She turned away from me as she readied her own chair, bending over and giving me a perfect view of her scantily clad ass. I wanted to avert my eyes, to minimize the intense burning desire for sex, but was unable to turn away from such a captivating sight. The way her ass hung out the bottom of her bikini just inches from my face, begging to be grabbed- finally she turned and sat down. She reached into her bag, produced a bottle of sunscreen, and began to rub some onto her legs. Then she moved to her arms and face.

“Would you mind getting my back, babe?”

“Sure.”

She moved over to straddle my chair, sitting between my knees so we were both facing the ocean. I rubbed lotion onto her shoulders, down her back, and across the soft part at the top of her ass. I was pleasantly surprised when Anna scooted backwards and leaned against me, nestling into my arms. She pulled my arms around her, held out my hand and squeezed more lotion out. What she did next nearly blew my mind. She took my hands, guided them to her breasts, and let go. I gulped hard and began massaging the lotion into her pale skin. Each breast was more than a hand full, so her tender flesh moved around fluidly, falling freely from the grasp of my hands as I worked the lotion in. I continued downward and rubbed across her soft stomach. Anna is far from fat, and doesn’t have any sort of flab or belly, but she’s also no fitness model. More of your average, slightly toned girl-next-door type. I had never liked sharp, defined abs on a woman. I preferred soft to the touch.

Anna moaned as I finished, put her head back and nibbling my ear softly. “That was just a taste of what you have in store later.” She leaned back against me with her head on my shoulder, and I rested my hands just under her breasts so I could feel the weight of them on the top of my hands. Anna wiggled her butt against my caged cock. “Mmmm…Don’t you wish you weren’t wearing that plastic cage? Right now your cock would be nice and hard, probably throbbing and resting in the crack of my ass.”

Now it was my turn to moan. “Oh baby, you have no idea. I want you so bad. I can’t wait to get that key!”

We sat and enjoyed the sound of the waves crashing for a while. It was the first chance I had had to look around and take notice of the other beach-goers. I’d say the average age at the resort was early 30’s, with quite a few even younger than us. Anna and I are both 28. There were some couples by themselves, but a lot of people also appeared to be there with small groups of friends.

They say once you’re at a nudist resort, after about 30 minutes you don’t notice anymore that everyone is naked. And that had generally been true during our past visits. Maybe it was my extreme state of arousal recently, but the excitement was not fading for me this time. I couldn’t help but size up every woman in eyesight. Tall, short, thin, thick, young, old. Of course, my eyes always gravitated towards those with the “assets” I found most attractive: younger, average build, round ass, medium/large tits. Boy, there were a lot that fit the bill! As for the guys, well, I’m not bi or anything, but i can safely say there were some fit guys there. And Aimee was right; I was amazed at how many blue and black chastity cages I saw! Was this really an accurate section of the population?? It’s called “average” for a reason, I thought. All of these guys seem to be really packing! I only saw a few of the smaller colors, green and white. And so far no extremes; clear or red. I was beginning to realize that I really was an exception around here, and not in a good way.

After an hour or so of relaxing, we heard a woman exclaim as she walked towards us.

“Anna!? Anna, is that you? I can’t believe it!”

Anna turned, and after a few seconds, responded “Lisa! I don’t believe it!” She jumped up and greeted the woman with a hug. “It’s been so long!” She turned back to me. “Honey, you remember Lisa, my roommate from college.”

“Sure,” I said. “Nice to see you again.” Not that I had ever seen her in quite this way…without clothes, it was obvious how fit and toned she was. She had small to medium breasts, a small waist, and trim hips and legs. She couldn’t have weighed more than 110 pounds at the most.

“Tim, right?” She asked, breaking my train of thought.

“That’s right.”

“It’s so good to see you,” Anna said. “Why don’t you join us?”

“Sure! Let me go get my husband.”

She walked about 10 chairs down to retrieve her husband. She wasn’t wearing bottoms like Anna, so as she walked away I caught sight of her small, tight athletic ass. Not my type really, but there was something still very sexy about her. They grabbed their towels and belongings, and headed back to us. They looked like a perfect couple, both in great shape. She was tan, fit and thin, with a runner’s build and a very pretty face. He was also tan and seemed to be in-shape, although Anadolu Yakası Escort I didn’t get a good look since the way he was carrying their towels obstructed most of his body from the chest down.

“This is my husband, Chad.” Lisa introduced him. Chad dropped the stuff he was carrying onto a chair, and turned to greet us. As he reached out to shake my hand, my eyes inadvertently fell down his chiseled chest, past his 6 pack abs, and to his…NO!!, I panicked. It couldn’t be! Thank god for my dark sunglasses, because I found myself staring down at Chad’s long, thick RED chastity device!

“Nice to meet you,” Chad said in a deep, rugged voice. He pumped my hand firmly as I struggled to regain my composure.

“Uh, yeah, y-you to,” I managed.

Next he turned to Anna. “And Lisa has told me so much about you. All good things, I promise.” He had a very likeable, personable way about him. He was very confident and outgoing, but not in an aggressive way.

Even though Anna didn’t let on to anything, but I was certain she had noticed Chad’s colorful hardware as well. It was hard to miss. “Hello,” she said. “Any friend of Lisa’s is a friend of mine! Are you guys here with anyone?”

“Just us,” Lisa said, taking a seat sideways on the chair next to Anna with her legs crossed, facing her. “You?”

“Same, just us.”

“Well, I hope you don’t mind if we join you for a bit.”

“Not at all!” Anna reassured her. “We don’t have any friends that we can bring to this sort of place.”

“Neither do we! Isn’t this place great? We come at least once a year.” Lisa said. She patted the chair next to her, and Chad sat down beside her. Because of the way he sat on the edge of the chair with his feet spread on the sand, I couldn’t help but notice the bright red plastic tube dangling between his legs. In that position, it hung low over the chair edge and looked impossibly large. His bare balls hung down behind the red plastic, also looking equally impressive.

“We’ve been to a few others, but never one so respectful to women.” Anna remarked. “It’s nice to not feel objectified so much, with the men…you know.” She gestured vaguely to her own crotch.

“Oh, yeah. I was surprised about that at first.” Lisa said.

“Yeah,” Chad added. “But it’s not so bad. I’ve worn one before. And at least you can take it off at night in private,” he nudged Lisa suggestively. She blushed and wrapped her hands around his muscular arm.

Hmph, I thought. Not all of us. But tonight…my thoughts trailed off as Anna and Lisa continued to catch up. I couldn’t wait for tonight.

———-

I awoke some time later. Lisa and Chad were gone. Anna was reading a book beside me.

“Nice nap?” She asked.

“Yeah,” I replied groggily.

“Lisa and Chad are going to join us for dinner later if that’s OK. I thought until then we could go back to the room this afternoon.” She said slyly, with a gleam in her eye. “While you were napping, Aimee stopped by with some good news. It seems they found your key.”

“Yes!” I practically shouted. I jumped up and had our things gathered before Anna could even stand.

The walk back to the room took forever. Anna had not bothered to put her cover-up back on, so her beautiful ass was still on display. Somehow, the small bikini bottoms riding up her butt made it look even bigger and more round than wearing nothing at all. It jiggled seductively with each step. I found myself trailing behind her as we walked just so I could enjoy the view. I couldn’t wait to dive in and ravage her.

By the time we arrived at the room, my penis was as erect as it could be in its small confines. The way it pulled on my balls, which were full of pent up fluid, was actually quite painful at this point. I couldn’t wait to be free from this cage and release what had been building for almost a week now…

“OK,” I said impatiently. “Let’s call the office now.”

“Hey! I’ll call when I’m good and ready!” Anna said. “Don’t forget who is in charge here.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

Anna was quiet for a moment, thinking. “You know, I’m not entirely convinced you want to be unlocked. I think you like my being in control, taking charge of your penis and deciding if you get any pleasure.”

My stomach dropped and my throat felt dry. “I-I do like it, honey. You know I love it when we play our little submissive games…but that’s foreplay for both of us, fantasy. Foreplay is over, I’m ready now. Believe me, I need this!”

“That’s just it. If you’re REALLY being submissive and I’m REALLY in control, doesn’t that mean I decide when the game is over?”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. This was beyond anything I had ever expected. Yet the idea of being truly, completely out of control did turn me on. My penis was still throbbing.

“See,” Anna continued. “With you locked up, you’ve been so attentive to my needs. It turns me on to know you want to pleasure me so badly. When I see that desire, that hunger in your eyes, I know you love it too. It’s like you actually get pleasure from MY pleasure. If you were to orgasm, that would all be gone. Your desire to please me would disappear. Your own arousal would disappear. Isn’t it so much better to feel arousal and desire than to NOT feel those things?”

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The next afternoon I was sitting in the garden with my shirt off enjoying another fine day. Although I had my book in front of me I was having trouble concentrating. My mind kept replaying the events of the previous day.

Rosemary hadn’t visited me last night which as things turned out was just as well. I was thankful that I hadn’t been caught with Emily but couldn’t help thinking and hoping that our fun together hadn’t come to an end.

I also kept wondering whether Janice next door had noticed the laundry basket and my error of not replacing the lid. Perhaps I was worrying about nothing and if she did notice perhaps she would think I had accidentally knocked the basket resulting in the lid falling off.

“Enjoying the sunshine again I see,” it was Janice peering over the fence.

“Yes, hello, nothing much else to do so I thought I’d catch some sun,” I replied.

I could only see her head but I noticed she was wearing make up and her hair looked perfectly groomed.

“Well if you’re looking for something to do I do have another job for you, but don’t worry if you’re not in the mood,” Janice said.

“No fine I’d be happy too. What do you need doing?” I asked.

“It’s the curtain pole in my spare bedroom, it seems to of come loose. Probably something simple, but I can’t figure it out,” She explained.

“I can have a look now if you like,” I offered.

“Thank you Tom. Come round the front and I’ll let you in,” she said.

Not worrying to put my shirt on or find my shoes I went as I was and found Janice waiting for me at the front door. Now able to see all of her she looked dressed up for a night out. Wearing a low cut knee length black dress she looked stunning. Being a warm day I was surprised to see her legs covered by what I assumed to be black tights. The only thing missing were shoes.

“Come in Tom,” she said.

As I walked past her I could smell her subtle perfume.

“It’s the front bedroom, I’ve taken the step ladder up so go on up and I’ll make us some tea,” she said closing the front door.

Walking in to the bedroom my eyes were immediately drawn to the bed. Laying there were a pair of pink satin knickers. From my visit the previous day I knew that Janice kept a very tidy house so I was surprised to see something so obviously out of place.

I couldn’t help myself. Knowing Janice was downstairs I picked them up. Turning them inside out I could see they weren’t clean. A large white patch glistened in the light. With a finger I could feel it was still wet and raising them to my nose I closed my eyes enjoying the dirty sexy aroma.

“You enjoying that!” Janice said making me nearly jump out of my skin.

Looking up I saw Janice standing in the doorway smiling. I hadn’t heard her come up. Feeling totally embarrassed I was lost for words.

“Don’t be embarrassed Tom. I’m afraid I’ve been a bit mean. The thing is I couldn’t help notice the bulge in your shorts yesterday and later when I realised what had got you excited, well you don’t realise how good that made me feel,” Janice said.

I was frozen to the spot still holding Janice’s panties inches from my face.

“It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything in a sexual way but last night thinking of you being aroused by my dirty knickers, well you’ve got the result in your hand of how it made me feel,” she said.

I began to relax and lowered my hand from my face.

“Have another Kartal Escort sniff Tom, tell me how much you like the smell of my cum,” she said taking a step towards me.

“You do smell good,” I managed to find my voice.

“Would you like me to take my dress off?” she said already reaching behind herself to pull the zip down.

It was a question that didn’t need an answer. Her dress fell to the floor revealing what I thought were tights to be stockings together with suspender belt, matching lacy black panties and bra. She had really dressed to thrill. The contrast between the white skin of her thighs and the black stockings had my cock bulging in my shorts.

“Looks like this old woman is turning you on,” she said seeing the bulge.

“You’re not old you’re a very sexy woman,” I said.

“I’m a very wet woman that’s for sure,” she said feeling between her legs.

Stepping closer Janice ran her other hand up the front of my shorts giving my still growing erection a squeeze.

“It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen a cock,” she said.

Kneeling down in front of me Janice tugged at my shorts. My cock sprang out as my shorts and underpants fell to the floor.

“Oh My, that’s so big,” she said, her face inches from my shaft.

Without touching she sniffed up and down my cock.

“I’d forgotten how much I love the smell of a man’s cock,” she said.

Running her hands up and down my thighs and then around to squeeze my bum cheeks I felt her tongue explore the length of my shaft.

“Mmmm that tastes so good, ” she said licking up a dribble of pre cum.

Taking another sniff of her wet creamy panties nearly drove me over the edge.

“Can I taste your pussy?” I asked knowing she wasn’t likely to say no.

“Oh yes please do,” she said giving my knob a kiss before standing up.

Janice laid herself down on the end of the bed. Kneeling down I eased her lovely legs apart and kissed my way up her thighs. Reaching her black panties I could smell her fresh sexy juices soaking the material.

“OH God,” Janice cried with a shiver in her voice as I ran my tongue up the front of her knickers.

“It’s been so long Tom, I don’t think I’ll last long,” she warned.

Eager to give her the pleasure she hadn’t had for so long I pulled her knickers off to reveal a neat bush of dark hair. Her juicy pussy lips glistened inviting my tongue to explore her sex.

“OOOOH…OOOOH,” Janice cried out as I wriggled my tongue in to her hole.

“OH Yes Tom stay there, that’s it…OH GOD YEEEES,” she cried.

Her juices flooded over my face within seconds of pushing my tongue deep inside her. She had certainly been right, she hadn’t lasted long at all.

Sitting back on my heels I watched the creamy juices leak from her pussy. Amazed at how quickly Janice had reached an orgasm without even touching her clitoris made me realise just how excited she was.

Leaning forward again I coated my tongue with her cream and covered her clit with her own juice. She shuddered, her clit was so sensitive.

“Oh Tom,” she could barely speak as I began gently sucking.

Without even making a conscious decision I stood up and taking my throbbing cock in my hand gently rubbed the knob between her wet pussy lips and then up to her clit.

Rubbing up and down and from side to side smearing pre cum over her sensitive little bud was quickly Pendik Escort bringing her to another climax.

Very close myself I picked up her pink panties that I had dropped on the bed and lifted them to my nose. Wanking my shaft I thrust backwards and forwards as though fucking her clit. We both came together as my spunk splattered all over her clit, pussy and stomach…

“Thank you Tom that was incredible,” said Janice when she’d recovered enough to speak.

“I suppose I’d better have a look at this curtain pole,” I said picking up my clothes from the floor.

“You don’t want to bother with that now, leave it till tomorrow. That’s if you don’t mind coming back, I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” she said smiling up at me from where she still laid.

“You try and stop me,” I said smiling back at her.

“Oh don’t you worry I’m not likely to do that,” she said with a giggle.

I left Janice still laying on the bed and saw myself out…

In my haste I’d forgotten to take a key with me to get back in so I had to go round the back.

“Oh there you are Tom, I was wondering where you’d got to!” Rosemary said as I walked in.

“I was next door helping Janice out,” as I said it I couldn’t help thinking How I had helped Janice out.

“Oh good I’m so pleased she feels she can call on us for help,” she said.

“You’re home early again!” I said.

“Yes it’s all a bit quiet at the moment. Seems like where either rushed off our feet or it’s the complete opposite,” she said.

Rosemary began looking around to make sure the twins weren’t about and then sidled up to me.

“You know I meant to come and see you last night but I must have dropped off to sleep. I could have kicked myself when I woke up this morning. I’m going to have to call on your services tonight that’s for sure,” she said quietly and gave my bum cheek a quick squeeze.

I couldn’t help thinking it was lucky she didn’t see me last night, she could of easily caught me and Emily, I didn’t like thinking of the consequences if that ever happened.

“I’d better get a shower then before there’s a queue for the bathroom,” I said.

“Yes I think you’d better, you look rather sweaty, and make sure my friend down there is nice and clean for me,” she said looking down at my shorts…

It was about nine when there was a tap at my door and then Amy sneaked in quietly closing the door behind her.

“Hello Tom, I’ve been feeling so guilty about yesterday I thought I must make it up to you. Emily’s in the bath so we haven’t got long,” she said.

I didn’t know what to say, I couldn’t very well tell her not to worry because your Mum will sort me out tonight. I didn’t get the chance to say anything anyway.

“Come on sit on the side of the bed and get your cock out,” Amy said kneeling down on the floor.

I did as she said and was soon sitting naked in front of her.

“Don’t often see him like that. He’s still big when he’s soft,” she said taking my flaccid shaft in her little hand.

Under her touch I wasn’t soft for long. One hand on my shaft the other caressing my balls.

“I love watching it grow in my hand, would you like me to rub it on my tits,” she said not waiting for an answer.

Pulling her nightshirt off her firm little tits held my gaze. Before I knew what was happening she’d slipped her blue cotton panties off.

“Here I’m sure you’d Göztepe Escort like these to help you on your way,” she said handing them to me.

Amy took hold of cock again and rubbed the knob on her nipples in turn.

“Oooo that feels nice, I wish we had longer, we’re going to have to be quick,” she said.

I would normally hold back but knowing we were in danger of being caught I let myself go. Taking a sniff of Amy’s knickers, that dirty sexy aroma soon had my cock twitching.

“It’s no good I can’t resist,” she said standing and turning around.

She lowered herself on to me and I could feel my knob between her pussy lips as she slowly lowered herself.

“Oh Fuck that feels so good,” she said as my shaft slipped in further.

Reaching round I played with her small tits, following her movement as she raised and lowered herself. She looked over her shoulder to see me sniffing on her panties.

“You’re enjoying the smell of my cunt on those aren’t you you dirty boy, let me feel that spunk shoot inside me,” she said.

I didn’t need any more encouragement. With the scent of her cunt invading my senses and the feel of her tight hole squeezing my cock I was soon pumping my seed inside her.

“Mmmm that’s it fill me up,” she said sitting still until I’d finished.

When she was sure I was done Amy quickly dismounted and gathering her clothes headed for the door. I could see sperm running down her thighs before she quietly crept out back to her own room.

Laying back in bed I covered myself with the duvet and must have dropped off to sleep. The next thing I knew Rosemary was climbing in to bed next to me immediately grabbing hold of my cock.

“Oooo there he is, just what I need,” she said unconcerned that she’d just woke me up.

After a minute of stroking with her hand with no response she pulled the duvet off and leaned down to use her mouth on my flaccid cock.

“I thought you had a shower Tom, he smells like he’s already been up me,” she said.

I couldn’t very well tell her it was her daughters cunt she could smell. Anyway it didn’t seem to bother her as she took the still limp knob in her mouth and sucked. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to get hard again but Rosemary licked and sucked until she got a response.

“Doesn’t usually take you long Tom, are you feeling OK?” Rosemary asked, looking up at me while still wanking my shaft.

“Yeah I guess I’m just tired,” I answered.

I couldn’t very well tell her I’d just fucked her daughter and had shot a load over the neighbour earlier. It’s a wonder I was able to get hard again!

“Perhaps you need to sniff my pussy, perhaps that will help,” she said.

She was soon on top of me in a sixty nine. Her pussy was wet and I was soon enjoying her sexy aroma as she lowered herself on to my face. Holding my cock firmly in her hand I felt her tongue explore all over my knob.

“Oh yes Tom lick my clit, that’s it Oh God Yes,” she said as I licked and nibbled on her stiff little bud.

I really wasn’t sure whether I’d be able to come again but when Rosemary started wanking my shaft as she sucked me in to her mouth I was soon changing my mind.

“Lick me Tom, lick my pussy,” she said.

Licking up between her pussy lips I continued up to her arsehole before returning to her wet hole pushing my tongue deep inside her.

“Oh Fuck Yes keep doing that,” she said.

We were soon both close to coming. She wanked me harder and faster and sucked deeper while I flicked my tongue over her clit. As I shot my load in to her eager mouth I felt her juices flood over my face…

Three women in one day, I was drained in more ways than one…

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A chef has to study in different countries to be exposed to different tastes and in one day, I went to the Isle of Pussy, explored every inch of the region from mountains to valleys, then took a flight, landing in County Cock. And what a landing it was! The ocean-fresh flavor of semen stayed with me for a long time after but I found that I was more interested in the subtle beauties of the female form. The slopes and planes of a woman’s body made my mouth water as I fantasized about the nape of a woman’s neck, the snowy hollow of an armpit, the sensuous curve of a hip and the mysterious blossom whose nectar was like ambrosia to me.

I knew that Jenny would never be my life partner. She was bound by different things than I was and it would be important for her to marry to carry on the family line. My father, Arthur, felt the same but he was not willing to require me to marry. Upon his death and that of my mother, the estate would revert to me and I could leave the property to any one of my choosing. I could not see myself sexually answering to a man, so I was already resigned to adopting some orphans and living my life with a female partner by my side.

But I had not fucked a man and wanted to be certain of my choice. Perhaps Jenny’s view was harsh; maybe it would not Göztepe Escort be so painful with a man. Maybe it would be enjoyable. After all, my mother and Arthur enjoyed a sexual relationship. I needed to ask them some questions. I just hoped that they would be patient enough to listen …

* * * * *

“Oh, yes!”

The muffled exclamation carried through the pane of glass and the forceful nature of her mother’s voice called to Cassia. The sun was setting and she knew that Cook or her mother would be looking for her soon but she couldn’t resist peeking in the window. This set of windows opened out into Arthur’s private library, a place where Cassia was allowed during the day but in the evening, if the doors were closed, she was not allowed into its wing.

Breaching the hedges, Cassia pushed through until she’d reached the side of the house, dragged a large boulder over and stepped up, clinging to the beaten wood ledge. Her eyes widened at the scene that was playing out in front of her. Her naked father was laying on his back on the hand-knitted carpet, her voluptuous mother sitting astride him, her breasts dripping a white fluid into his open mouth.

“Oh, yes, baby! Suck it! Suck it hard! I’m almost there!”

The firelight reflected the sweat İstanbul Escort on their bodies and Cassia watched her mother ride her father, her hips rocking faster and faster. Suddenly, her father released her nipple, shouting happily as his buried cock fired into her pussy. Cassia couldn’t see it but she knew that the blissful expression on her father’s face signaled his release. Her mother ceased her movement, hanging her head as she rolled to the side, pulling her shirt closed and securing her milk-filled tits.

“I’m sorry, honey.”

“It’s okay.”

Cassia squinted, seeking out the shape and size of her father’s softening cock but she found that she couldn’t remove her eyes from her mother’s breasts. Arthur was rubbing his fingers over one nipple, covering them in the leaking liquid and bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

“No, it’s not.” Arthur arose from the floor, bringing a robe over to his bride and pulling his own on, his demeanor that of a beaten man. “Why won’t you accept my offer?”

“Because I love you, Arthur! I couldn’t sleep with anyone else!”

“I know you love me, Laurie Marie. I have no doubt of that and I know, but am very surprised, to find out that you haven’t found comfort elsewhere.”

“Comfort Anadolu Yakası Escort is not worth causing you pain, Arthur.”

“Laurie Marie,” He took her hands, gazing into her eyes. “I’m an old man. I can’t keep it up long enough to satisfy you. I have no problem with acknowledging that but as much as I love your milk, I can’t stand to see you unhappy.”

“I’m not unhappy!”

“Yes, you are. I heard you masturbating the other morning. If I was an adequate lover, you wouldn’t have to rely on masturbation to take care of your needs.”

Laurie Marie touched his cheek, pressing her mouth against his in a loving motion. “I don’t want someone else.”

“If you don’t choose someone, I’ll choose for you.” Laurie Marie lowered her eyes, falling into his arms as she began to sob. “Don’t be upset, honey. I still love you.”

“But I don’t want anyone else, Arthur.”

“What if I agree to be in the room? Would you feel more comfortable if I was there to watch?”

Laurie Marie wiped her eyes, meeting Arthur’s. “Would you really do that?”

“Anything to make you happy.”

“Then yes, Arthur. I will accept. ONLY if you are there.”

Cassia stood silently, wondering what she’d seen. Was her father really telling her mother that it would be all right for her to fuck another man? It was confusing … and exciting. She would have to find out when that meeting would take place and find a way to hide herself in the room. She needed to see. She needed to witness the act and to find out if a man was right for her.

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“Hey, Babe?”

Nathan looked up from the computer screen to find Allison standing in the doorway of his office. He smiled up at her.

“What’s up, Ali?”

“The car is all packed. Are you about ready to go?”

Nathan nodded. “I was just finishing up an email for work. But, I’m closing the laptop and leaving it here. No work, no distractions. Just like we agreed.”

Allison grinned. She swept from the room and down the hall. Nathan stared after her for a moment before getting up to follow after her. This was going to be their first big trip together as a couple. They’d never gone anywhere overnight together before. Nathan felt his stomach flutter with excitement. On his way through the apartment, he scooped up his wallet and house keys before following Allison out.

Just as she had said, the car was already packed up. She hopped into the driver’s seat while Nathan got into the passenger’s seat. He’d wanted to drive, but since the back of the car was so full, the driver’s seat had to be pushed almost all the way up and his legs were too long to fit. He sighed and settled back in his seat as Allison started the car and pulled out into the street.

“I’m so excited,” Allison beamed. “You said you didn’t do much camping growing up, right?”

Nathan nodded. “My family was never really into that sort of thing. I’m really excited to try it, though. And I’m glad it’s going to be with you.”

“Me too, Babe. Being out in the middle of the forest, sleeping in a tent under the stars, bonfires… it’s going to be awesome.”

Nathan smiled to himself. One of the things he loved about Allison was that she was the type of girl who didn’t mind getting dirty. She loved adventure and the outdoors. She was really down to earth.

“I have to admit, though, I’m not really looking forward to using the bathroom in the woods,” Nathan commented.

Allison glanced at him briefly before turning her eyes back to the road, a small smirk forming on her lips. “It’s really not that bad.”

Nathan sighed. “If you say so.”

They were pulling onto the highway now. The sun was shining and the sky was a clear blue. It was a beautiful weekend for Anadolu Yakası Escort camping.

“Want to play the license plate game?” Allison asked.

Nathan nodded. “Alright, you’re on.”

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By the time they reached the camp site, the mid-afternoon sun was already hanging low in the sky. Allison had picked the type of camp ground where it was just you and a tent way out in the middle of the forest. There were no public bathrooms. No amenities. It was just him and Allison with no wifi, no TV, no showers. It made Nathan nervous. Allison pulled the car to a stop in a small clearing in the trees. Nathan’s stomach did a flip. Once they were parked they both got out and began unpacking the car.

“I think we should put the tent over here,” Allison called, pointing to a relatively level spot.

Nathan nodded and grabbed the tent, hauling it over to the spot she’d picked. He tossed it onto the ground and began unpacking it from the bag.

“Hey, Babe?”

Nathan didn’t look up at Allison as he continued pulling out the various tent poles.

“Yeah?”

“I have to go to the bathroom. Will you come with me?”

Nathan looked up, unable to keep the surprise from his face. They hadn’t been dating that long; he hadn’t realized they were that… intimate yet.

Allison smiled shyly. “It’s better to go with a partner in case of bears or other wildlife. So, come with?”

Oh, I’m just standing guard, Nathan realized. For some reason he almost felt a little disappointed. Still she trusted him enough to come with her.

“Yes, of course I’ll come.”

Allison smiled again before turning and heading off into the forest. Nathan took a deep breath before following after her. They walked quite a ways away from the campsite. Finally, Allison stopped.

“This looks like a good spot. It’s pretty clear, and I don’t see any poison ivy,” she said.

Nathan nodded. “Alright, I’ll go wait over there a little ways.”

“No,” Allison replied, her voice calm and cool. “Lie down.”

Nathan paused. “What?”

Allison smiled, tilting her head slightly to the side. “Lie down.”

Nathan stared at her for a moment. He wasn’t sure what was happening. But this was Allison, and he loved and trusted her. After another moment of hesitation, he Bostancı Escort slowly lowered himself to the ground. He watched as Allison began undoing and slowly sliding off her pants.

“What are you-?” Nathan started.

“Shhh,” Allison interrupted. “Nathan, I have to make a small confession. The thing is, I didn’t bring any toilet paper.”

“You didn’t… what?”

“I didn’t bring any toilet paper,” Allison repeated.

She was sliding off her black lace panties now, tossing them onto the forest floor. Nathan’s eyes raked over her.

“But, Baby, I really have to go,” Allison purred, walking towards him.

Nathan’s lips parted in surprise as Allison stepped over him, straddling him so that her feet were planted on either side of his head and he was staring straight up at her pussy. It was unshaven. The hair wasn’t long, but it covered her pussy.

Nathan’s heart was pounding in his chest. He didn’t understand what was happening. Allison smiled at him again before turning herself around so that she was now facing his feet. Slowly, she lowered herself down so that she was crouched, hovering over his face. He took a shaky breath in, the scent of her filling his nostrils. She smelled earthy, the scent almost overwhelming.

“Yes, good. Make sure you keep breathing through your nose,” Allison encouraged.

Nathan’s heart was racing and so was his mind. Allison leaned forward and began unbuckling his belt and jeans. Her cheeks spread above his face, her rosebud poised perfectly over him. She pulled his boxers down to expose his dick and wrapped her hand around it.

“Let me distract you a little. It’ll help calm you down.”

She began rubbing his dick lightly, working it in her hand so it slowly began to harden.

“God, I’ve been holding it for so long,” she sighed.

She leaned back, resting herself fully on his face.

“Allison?” Nathan questioned, his lips pressed around her rosebud, the sound of her name coming out muffled.

“Shhh,” she murmured again, squeezing his dick.

The smell of her filled his nose, but heat was building in his stomach. He was both terrified and excited at the same time. Allison’s hand was like magic, and precum was already starting to spirt from the tip of his dick.

Suddenly, he felt something push against his lips. Everything clicked in his head.

I Erenköy Escort really have to go, she had said. This is what she’d meant. He felt her rosebud move against his mouth, expanding. She shook slightly with effort for a moment. Then, all at once, his mouth was filled with the overpowering taste of her shit. The texture was strange against his teeth and tongue, and the taste made him gag. His dick was so hard now, and he was ready to cum, but tears began pouring down his face at the taste of her shit. He held it in his mouth, unsure what to do next. The taste filled his whole mouth, the smell overtaking his nose.

“Swallow,” Allison commanded, sitting back so that she was covering his nose as well, blocking off his airways.

Nathan swallowed obediently, trying not to gag at the taste as it went down. His dick was throbbing now. Tears streamed down his face as he swallowed all the remnants left in his mouth.

“Good,” Allison said.

She leaned forward again and Nathan gasped for air.

“Now, like I said, I seem to have forgotten to bring toilet paper. You’re going to have to lick me clean,” Allison instructed.

She leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Nathan’s dick. This move spread her cheeks and exposed her rosebud perfectly in front of his face. The smell of her was all around him now, inside of him. The pressure was building in his groin, and he was squirming beneath her now. He obliged, leaning forward and slowly running his tongue around her rosebud, cleaning up any remnants left there.

Allison let out a low moan and sucked harder. Nathan plunged his tongue into her rosebud. He was going to cum. His dick was pounding against the back of her throat as he moved his tongue slowly in and out of her.

Finally, the pressure became too much and cum exploded from his dick into Allison’s mouth. Nathan let out a cry, pulling away from Allison’s ass as he came harder than he ever had before. Allison let out a giggle as she pulled away swallowing. Slowly, she pulled herself off of Nathan, leaving him lying half naked on the forest floor, panting, with shit on his lips. He stared up at her, feeling a mixture of bewilderment, fear, and awe. Allison pulled her panties and pants back on before crouching beside him. She stroked one hand through his hair.

“You’re such a good boy,” she whispered. “And just think, we still have four more days out here together.”

She winked at him before sauntering back off towards the campsite. Nathan just continued to stare up at the sky. They still had four more days out in the forest, and it looked like he was going to be the toilet.

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