Adventures of Nancy: Incensed

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Part I

Nancy Lipske was actually quite relieved to be finally going out on a date. The college sophomore was surprised when she was asked to double date with her cheerleading squad mate Misty Johnson and her new boyfriend Jim.

Both girls cheered for the same small town high school and had made the college squad as well. Despite all they seemed to have in common, the girls who had at one time been close childhood friends had grown apart in high school. When they came to the same college Nancy figured they would only be acquaintances, never expecting to actually go on a double date together.

Nancy was excited about dating Barry, who she thought quite attractive. Nancy found him tall dark and handsome, just her type. Misty had only met Jim last weekend. Jim was a shorter and stockier than Barry, and Nancy considered him reasonably attractive as well. The boys were roommates and were excited about dating the two attractive cheerleaders.

Both the girls were attractive, but in different ways.

Nancy was the more curvaceous of the two. She was a bright young lady, with a petite yet athletic sort of body. Her delicate brown hair flowed down to mid back level. Her wide, innocent green eyes complemented her inviting smile. She had a scattering of cute freckles across her cheeks. Her full, perky breasts were well suited to her athletic frame. Her short, fit legs descended from a shapely tight ass. She had a sort of upright posture that accentuated her larger than average, firm breasts, which were her main attraction. Nancy was not a virgin, but was still very inexperienced and unsure when it came to sex. Her libido had been catching up to her in recent months. She caught herself daydreaming about sex more often, even imagining the size and shape of her male professor’s cocks. She had noticed an increase in her masturbations recently. Although she never was able to bring herself to climax, she found that she loved the feeling of getting “close.”

Misty was the taller of the two girls with short dark curly hair, dark eyes, and wide pouting lips. Her frame was more slender and athletic than Nancy’s. Her “B” cup tits were not as big as Nancy’s full “C”, but they fit her slender frame. Misty often wore tight fitting shirts with no bra so that her big, stiff nipples pushed out noticeably. Her flawless ass and long legs garnered a lot of attention from both guys and girls on campus. She used them to good effect when she walked. Misty was more sexually experienced than Nancy. She had a boyfriend that was two years older than her in high school. It had been no secret to Nancy that Misty had been getting fucked regularly by her boyfriend Dave the last two years of high school. Dave was two years older than Misty and had broken up with Misty after she decided to attend State college.

Jim had suggested that the four of them go out on a double date that evening after the girls cheered at the basketball game. Nancy and Misty decided that it sounded like fun. So the date was arranged. Jim and Barry waited until Misty and Nancy were finished with their cheering duties. Since Jim drove the four of them to dinner right from the basketball game the girls decided to just put sweatshirts on over their cheerleading outfits.

It had been a long time since Misty and Nancy had “hung out” together outside of a cheerleading or swimming function. They were playmates when they were much younger, and would often spend the night at each others homes. On one occasion, in Misty’s bedroom, they had played doctor. Exploring each others young bodies was certainly innocent, but educational. It was an event in their lives that both were too embarrassed to mention to each other, but neither would ever forget.

After dinner, the boys suggested going back to their place for some drinks and a movie. Nancy was somewhat reluctant but figured that since Misty was with her it would be safe. She didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to go out with Barry. Besides, she thought renewing and deepening her friendship with Misty would be beneficial. Nancy didn’t have any reason to expect anything beyond light petting would happen on a first date anyway. As they arrived at the boy’s small off campus house, Barry took the girls jackets and Jim got some beer for everyone. The girls took their seats on the two small couches that were arranged “L” shaped in front of the modest living room TV. In between the couches was a small coffee table that had an incense holder and two smoldering incense sticks that had apparently been lit before the boys left for the game. Nancy figured they were trying to cover the smell that was normally associated with two sloppy boys living in a two bedroom bachelor pad. She did astalavista porno appreciate the boys attempt at cleaning up the place. Jim made some small talk about the game they had just come from. Barry mentioned that he was paying more attention to the cheerleaders than the game.

“I bet you were”, Misty teased seductively.

The two couples settled in on the two couches. Misty and Jim laid down side by side in a spooning formation. Nancy and Barry were more conservative and instead chose to sit side by side. After some awkwardness, Barry eventually managed to get his arm around Nancy. Nancy was being very guarded. She really had an instant attraction to Barry and was afraid being too forward would make her seem to sluttish. Barry, she hoped, would appreciate her more if she behaved like a lady. Strangely, despite her caution she couldn’t keep her mind from thinking about sex. She had a strange flushed feeling that was really hard to describe. She could feel her breath shorten. What was wrong with me? she thought. She tried to concentrate on her breathing. After only a few more minutes she realized that her pussy was actually getting wet. She couldn’t remember a time she was so out of control of her mind and body. What’s wrong with me? She questioned. She knew it couldn’t be the alcohol because was only half way through her first beer. I’m an intelligent girl I will control my thoughts, she reasoned desperately. She tried to concentrate on the movie. But after only a few minutes she realized it was a losing battle. Her lustful imagination went in to even wilder extremes. Before she knew it, she was fantasizing being bent over the coffee table with Barry pounding her doggy style. Suddenly, Nancy sprung to her feet. “I’m going to the ladies room, could you pause it Jim?”

“Come on Mist”, she pleaded. With a sigh Misty got up to join her friend.

Nancy pushed the door closed as soon as the two girls entered the small bathroom.

“Misty I don’t know what’s happening to me I’m feel so…so weird,” Nancy exclaimed.

“What are you talking about…what do you mean weird?” Misty countered as she dropped her panties and squatted down on the toilet seat.

“Horny”, Nancy whispered as she looking into the mirror and primped her hair.

“Well hell girl, how long has it been since you’ve gotten some?” Misty replied over the sound of her peeing. “I’d say it’s your body’s way of telling you what it wants.”

Nancy mulled the possibility over in her head. Maybe her body was making demands. She certainly did find Barry attractive. But she couldn’t go all the way with him on the first date. What kind of a tramp would he think she was?

Misty replaced her panties and pulled her sweatshirt off as she moved behind Nancy.

“Maybe your just warm,” Misty reasoned as she grabbed the bottom of Nancy’s sweatshirt and helped her pull it over her head. Now the two girls were clad only in their cheer outfits.

“By the way Nanc, would you be alright if… uh”, Misty paused awkwardly.

“What?” Nancy asked innocently, fixing her top.

“Well… listen, I’m about to explode myself, and, well… I’ve got to get fucked tonight.”

“No you can’t…” Nancy pleaded.

“Look,” Misty said locking eyes compassionately with Nancy, “I’m just warning you that I can’t guarantee what will happen tonight.”

Meanwhile back in the living room, the boys were regrouping.

“Well your magical incense isn’t working,” Barry mused.

“Maybe not for you,” Barry countered, making sure the bathroom door was still shut. “Misty’s been grinding her ass against my cock for the last 15 minutes I’d say that’s promising.

“No way, you’re kidding?” Barry asked surprised.

“She’s hot for it man, I’m telling ya this stuff is working,” He said pointing to the smoldering incense.

“What about you… getting anywhere with Nancy?”

“No, she seems real uncomfortable. I’m gonna take it slow I don’t want to ruin it with her on the first date.”

Jim sat up on the couch. “Well, I’ll light another one then… just in case. It looks like Misty is good to go, but you might need some help with Nancy.” Barry grinned at Jim’s confidence.

Nancy and Misty returned from their bathroom visit. Barry and Jim quickly noticed that the girls had both removed their oversize cheer sweatshirts that they had on over their uniforms. They exchanged looks and approving smiles.

Jim restarted the movie as the two couples settled back down on their couches. Nancy and Barry sat more closely this time. Barry had his arm around her and she rested her head on his chest.

On the other couch, Misty was snuggling asyalı porno with Jim. Her head was on his shoulder.

After a while Nancy sensed some activity on the other couch. She couldn’t tell exactly what they were doing, but she thought she could hear whimpering and groaning. She new it was starting to get hot and heavy over there. She felt like interrupting them somehow, but she couldn’t think of anything to say. Her worst fears were being realized. What was worse, her trip to the bathroom to clear her head and get reassurance from Misty had totally backfired.

Her mind snapped back when she caught movement on the other couch.

She watched as Misty’s head ducked down out of view behind the arm of the sofa.

What on earth was she doing? She asked herself, already knowing the answer.

Barry sensed the activity too. He sat up on the couch so he had a better view of the other couples activities. When Barry moved, Nancy was forced to sit up as well. She was intrigued by the action on the other couch, and worried about how big a slut her friend was being.

Nancy was embarrassed and frustrated. On one hand, she was mad that Misty was putting her in such an awkward position. On the other hand her mind was being swept up in a current of lust. Despite her struggles, she was being carried helplessly downstream. Nancy and Barry were unable to see exactly what was happening on the other couch, but both were desperate to find out. Nancy’s mind was racing. “Turn on the light Barry!” she whispered insistently.

When Barry flipped on the light, the mystery was over. Misty had Jims cock in her mouth!

Nancy had hoped that filling the dark room with light would squash Misty’s naughty plan. Instead it only served to showcase her activities. Neither Misty nor Jim seemed to notice the added light as Misty continued to work his tool. Despite her shock, Nancy couldn’t contain herself from sitting forward to get a better angle.

Jim’s pants were down around his knees and the head of his big prick was between Misty’s full lips. Her dark, curly head bobbed slowly and seductively up and down. Nancy noticed that Misty had pulled her panties down and was fingering her pussy as she sucked him. Her cute bare ass peaked out from underneath her skirt as her head moved up and down on Jim’s cock.

Nancy gazed with disbelief at her friends actions. She couldn’t believe Misty would do that. After all, they had been dating for less than a week.

It had been a while since Nancy sucked a cock, and she had a hidden desire to. However, she thought it was an act that a girl only did when she was more serious with a guy.

Misty certainly enjoyed working over Jim’s cock.

Nancy was totally fascinated. She and Barry gawked at the other couple. Nancy was paying so much attention watching that she showed no resistance when Barry slowly moved his hands up her sides. He carefully took her wrist and placed her hand on his crotch. She could feel his erection through his jeans. She loved the way it throbbed beneath her fingers. She began to very slowly rub her hand over his bulge.

Misty was not hiding her enjoyment. The affect of the incense made her yearn to put on a show for all to see. Her full lips slid seductively up Jim’s thick shaft and suckled on flared tip of his prick, then her head thrust slowly down again as she slid his entire length into her throat. As she her mouth retreated back to the tip once more she glanced over and saw Nancy and Barry leaning forward watching her. A quiver of excitement flowed through her body. She loved being in control of the moment, and the fact that she now had an audience, made the horny little cheerleader all the more voracious. Jim was putty in her hand as she skillfully and slowly gave him a thorough tonguing.

Misty was a pro, she knew not to rush. Taking it slowly would not only give Jim the biggest thrill of his young life, but also give her audience something to remember. Yes, she was putting on a show. She skillfully positioned herself so as to give the best view to the voyeurs on the other couch. Misty produced a thin a thin strand of saliva connecting her mouth with Jim’s cock. Dangling it teasingly in the air she slowly slurped it back into her mouth until she again plunged her lips around his swollen tool.

Will she make him come? Nancy wondered silently. Is she going to let him come in her mouth? Does she swallow?

Barry and Nancy exchanged a glance. Barry grinned.

Nancy grinned back. She realized it was no use trying to hide her obvious arousal!

They both looked back at Misty.

“Ummm,” Misty groaned, as her gorgeous full lips slid slowly duş porno up Jim’s shaft. Her sucking and moaning noises were no longer restrained and echoed through the room.

She began sucking hard on his cockhead, her cheeks hollowed in as she again made loud suction sounds. Her curly hair flopped up and down as she increased her pace. The fact that she was being watched added to her arousal and made her perform for her audience.

She pulled her lips away and looked at her lover.

“Yeah, baby–that’s it!” Jim moaned. “Ohhh you’re so good… yea suck it baby.”

“Ummm, I thought you liked it when I was bad?” Misty teased.

Not breaking eye contact with Jim, She placed her teeth around the tip of his prick. Then she scraped her teeth down his shaft. Jim raised his ass slightly off the couch as Misty teased him closer to the threshold of pleasure and pain. Looking down at his cock, she smiled as she noticed that her efforts had produced a few sticky drops of pre-cum on Jim’s swollen tip. Curling her tongue, she used it like a shovel to gather up his pre-cum. She swallowed it covetously.

She sucked hard on the tip of his prick. Soon she had coaxed another big drop out of Jim’s tiny hole. Her tongue hovered above his drop of jizm. Nancy watched Misty’s tongue gather it up. The way Misty dangled and played with his jizz in a thin strand from mouth to cock, mesmerized Nancy. “Ummm,” she sighed accidentally. Embarrassed that she audibly showed her interest, she glanced at Barry. He didn’t appear to notice as he continued to be transfixed on Misty’s ass bouncing up and down. Nancy gave his cock a firm squeeze, reminding him that she was still here.

Misty broke contact temporarily as she removed her top in one quick motion. Her bare breasts glistened with sweat as her hard nipples pointed toward her lover. Misty took Jim’s cock and sucked it between her teeth and her cheek. She bobbed her head up and down slowly; the outline of Jims cock was clearly visible beneath the thin sheath of Misty’s cheek. Nancy subconsciously leaned forward and watched in awe as Misty masterfully worked his prick in and out of her lovely drooling mouth. Misty continued slurping on Jims throbbing pole making sure to occasionally glance at Nancy and Barry, who were watching every move.

“Come,” she whispered, looking up at Jim with her seductive eyes. “Come for me, Jim… mmmmm… blow your load in my mouth!”

“Uhhh… are you ready for it baby?”

“I want to drink your hot, thick load, all of it” she panted.

Jim’s mouth was open, but he had no more words.

Misty knew she could make him come at any time. She was in total control and she loved it. She had played with him all she wanted. She had given everyone the show they wanted. Now it was time for her to get what she wanted. She really wanted his come. She grabbed his stalk firmly and began yanking his cock. After only a few strokes she knew he was only seconds away. She moved her head down and placed her lips over his flared tip. Her lips and hand worked together as she continued to jerk him faster and faster into her waiting mouth. Misty’s loud slurping noises filled the room. Nancy could feel her own heart beating faster and harder in wondering anticipation as she watched her friend. She fought the urge to finger her slit.

Jim’s groin heaved forward as he let loose his orgasm into Misty’s anxious mouth. She tried to swallow it all but it was too much, too fast. She gagged momentarily before she was able to relax and catch up with his sticky quantity. Cum filtered out from of the corners of her mouth and spilled in drips off her chin as she continued to swallow Jim’s slippery seed. Finally Jim had drained his full load down Misty’s throat. He collapsed backward to the couch exhausted and satisfied.

Misty continued to suck dotingly on his depleted tool, making pleasing lip smacking, and groaning noises that were audible to all present. Finally she was convinced she had collected every sweet drop. She pulled away. A smile radiated from her still wet lips.

“Oh Misty–that was awesome!” Jim said returning her smile.

“Mmmm…It’s my pleasure,” she said, wiping the last trickle of cum from her chin with the back of her hand.

Nancy was shocked. It all seemed surreal. Was this really happening or was this some kind of erotic dream. She was contemplating the possibility when she was startled by Misty’s voice.

“Hope you two liked the show over there,” She said seductively.

As the two girls made eye contact she noticed Misty’s eyes move to Nancy’s hand still fondling Barry’s bulge.

“Ohh, looks like he needs to get some air”, Misty said staring boldly at Barry’s erection in his jeans. Barry chuckled.

Nancy’s face was flush with embarrassment. Misty had really put her in an awkward position. What was she supposed to do now? The sexual tension in the room had become fever pitch. Nancy was hot and imagined she was going to sweat through her uniform.

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Becoming His Girl

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In the summer after my eighteenth birthday, I met Nick. He was a thirty-something who lived in our building. My parents had gone for their yearly European trip, and I had been left behind this year because I had college orientation during what would have been the last week of their trip.

Mooning and alone, with nothing to do for four whole weeks until my flight up west, I took to the pool to catch some sun. I had not bought new trunks in a while, and so my old ones were riding high on my legs.

Nick was already at pool, beer in hand, sitting back in a barca-lounger. His broad, smooth chest looked freshly oiled, his lightly tanned skin radiant. A thick and unruly mop of brown hair cascaded in lazy waves down his thin and smooth face. His gentle blue eyes looked me over.

“Hey Sandy,” he said. “Wanna beer?”

“Not old enough, Mr. Thomas,” I said, pulling off my old t-shirt and jumping in the pool. When I emerged again from the cool and chlorinated water, Nick was smirking at me.

“Saw your parents leaving earlier today. I won’t tell if you won’t.”

I started to refuse, but remember why I was here – ennui. “OK, sure,” I said, rising out of the water to walk over to his cooler. I bent down, plunged my hand inside the icy water, and pulled out a can. I popped the top and drank, sitting down on the pool side beside Nick’s chair.

“Nice shorts,” he quipped.

“They’re a little old,” I muttered, trying to pull them down to cover my bare and glistening thighs.

“I’ve got some more in your size if you’d like to borrow them.”

“I would,” I said. We sat our beers down on the table. Nick handed me a towel, and we walked across the parking lot to his apartment, third floor. Inside, I placed the towel on the back of a kitchen chair and followed him to his bedroom. He opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of swim trunks. He tossed them to me.

A bikini top fell off the back of them and onto the ground.

“Oh, sorry,” he muttered, red-faced. He scrambled to pick it up. I got to it first.

“Nice,” I said approvingly, looking at the modest cup size. “A conquest leave this here?”

Nick snatched it from my hands. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” he smiled.

“I would. I haven’t had any since Marcie and I split up.”

“Oh, she your girlfriend?” Nick asked.

“Hah, yeah, for a little bit,” I said. “We just couldn’t ever hit it off.”

Nick stashed the bikini top back away in his drawer.

“You can change in the bathroom if you want,” he said, turning and heading for the kitchen. I slipped open the door to the master bathroom.

“No not that” Nick began, rushing back into the bedroom.

“One,” he finished lamely as I stood inside a bathroom decked out in pink frills, white lace, and what I could only consider as a nicely-sized collection of makeup and perfumes.

Nick stared at the ground. I rounded on him.

“Yeah,” Nick said, an air of confession in his voice. “Sometimes I wear that bikini top.”

I looked at him again – the slim hips, narrow waist, smooth skin, longer hair… with the right lighting…

“I bet you make a hot piece of ass,” I said huskily.

“I do,” Nick giggled, in a high-pitched girly sing-song. “Wanna see?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

I sat on Nick’s bed as he primped and preened. In a few minutes, a bathing-suit wearing Nick emerged, one piece hugging his lithe form. Below his collar bone perched two nicely rounded lumps of breasts. He felt them in lazy circles.

“I’ve got some forms. I like to have tits.”

“Tits are nice,” I agreed. I couldn’t get over how nice his waist looked, so feminine and curved.

“OK,” Nick said. “I did it, now you?”

“Me?” I spluttered.

“Yeah. Look, I can see your dick through your shorts. Either I turn you on, or the thought of dressing up like this does. Which is it?”

I didn’t want to answer. “Nick,” I said, “what’s it anime porno like, being… girly?”

“The first time I did it was with a guy in high school. He dared me to dress up during truth or dare. I put on my mom’s bra and some high heels. I never felt so free in my life. Something was just right. I blew my friend that night, while dressed. I felt so slutty and perfect.”

Nick sat beside me on the bed. I could smell the perfume he was wearing, light and floral. He kissed on my neck. “Do you want me?” he asked.

I thought about it. The kiss felt good, but… friendly. “I don’t think I do. I want to be like you…”

Nick jumped up. “Then we have to get you out of these boy clothes and into something proper. Let me see what I have in your size.”

Three hours later, I was fully dressed and made up. I was never a hairy guy, but Nick insisted we take care of what little I had. My legs and chest now freshly shorn, Nick applied a generous amount of lotions and creams to my skin, making me soft and precious. He fitted me with a black and white polka dot bikini top and matching sarong that emphasized my hips.

“Jealous of those hips, girl,” he said in that same voice. I tried to mimic it.

“Oh stop. You’re the one with the great boobs!”

Nick smiled approvingly. “Your ass and my tits. The boys won’t be able to keep their hands off of us!”

“Boys?” I gulped.

“Oh you look too darling to keep all to myself. Let’s go out and scare up some dick.”

“Nick,” I said, returning to my normal voice. “I’ve… I’m not…”

“Gay? Who cares?” Nick said. “You’re a hot girl right now. Don’t you want to go all the way?”

The truth is, I kinda did. I looked at the pink glittery lipstick on my mouth and imagined it sliding up and down some guy’s shaft… and was instantly hard.

“God yes,” I muttered. “What is it about these clothes?”

“You like femininity,” he said. “Whether it’s you or someone else, it turns you on. And now you realize you can be the girl too.”

“Does it… hurt?”

Nick laughed. “What, getting fucked, is that what you’re saying?”

I stared at the ground. “Yeah.”

“Use lube, sweetie,” Nick said. “Lots of it, and go slow. Once he’s in, once you’re his, you’ll wonder what took you so long.”

And that’s how fate found Nick and myself at another pool a few complexes down, sunning ourselves, and checking out the local guys. Eventually, two of them, college boys by the look of it, broke away and chatted us up.

We made smalltalk for a while, me doing my best to keep my girlish voice in place. Then one of them asked my name.

“Oh, that’s Chandra,” Nick said. “I’m Nikki.”

“Chandra and Nikki,” he said. “I’m Dave, and this is Adam. It’s getting kinda hot out here, let’s head up to our place.

We followed them, sandals in hands, up the stairs to a well-furnished three bedroom. Nick and I sat on the couch, sipping our beers daintily, and listening as Adam and Dave busied themselves in the kitchen making more drinks.

“OK, confession time,” Nick whispered, leaning close. “I think they know we’re… our kind of girls.”

“How can you tell?”

“Because both of us have been sporting some fairly noticeable erections for some time.”

I looked down, embarrassed to see my sarong being tented. “Shit, my tuck came undone,” I whispered back.

“Oh, no need to be shy,” Dave said, coming to sit beside me. “A woman as beautiful as you, who cares if her clit gets a little excited?”

“My… clit,” I whispered, my voice catching in my throat. He was so close. I could smell the sun and salt on him. I leaned forward.

My lips met his. I surrendered, turning my face up to him. His hand reached around the back of my neck. His other hand stroked up my thigh. My arms fell to his waist, pulling us closer together. My nipples stiffened.

“First kiss as a girl?” he anne porno asked after we broke apart. I nodded.

“Let’s go to my room.” I looked over at Nick and Adam. Nick’s hand was already running up and down the front of Adam’s jeans.

“First time for a lot of things, I suppose.”

“Don’t worry,” Dave said, placing an arm around my waist and pulling me toward his bedroom. “I’ll teach you how to be my girl.”

The thought thrilled me. As soon as we got into his room with the door shut, I turned on him, pushing myself into his arms, my mouth seeking his again. This time his hands fell down my back and across my backside, lifting me up. My legs snaked around him, ankles crossing, locking onto him as he carried me to the bed.

He laid me down gently. My hair spilled out around me. My knees opened. I pushed them out wide.

“Not yet,” Dave said, waving a finger in my face. “A girl has to get ready first.”

I pouted. “Dave,” I said. “Tonight, I’m going to become a woman. Don’t keep me waiting.” I hooked a finger in the band of my bikini bottom and popped it against my skin.

Dave leaned down to kiss me again, a little deeper this time, his tongue exploring my mouth.

“Yes, that’s just wet enough.” He pulled me to my feet again, and unbuckled his belt with one hand.

Suddenly I knew what he wanted. I sank to my knees, pressing my cheek against his thigh, watching with anticipation and he opened his fly, slipped his shorts to the ground. His bulge was impressively large and smelled musky and intoxicating. My mouth opened. I reached my hand into the band of his shorts… and paused.

This was all crazy. I was dressed like a girl and about to blow a guy I had just met. Sure, he was handsome, with his short blonde hair and stubble and defined abs and oh God he was getting hard, his circumcised penis starting to swell.

My left hand rose to rub the shaft as I moved myself into a good angle to put the tip of it in my mouth. Without thinking, I began to do what girls had done to me, licking vigorously.

Dave tucked a hand under my chin. “Go slow. Taste me,” he said, and I did, letting my tongue play over the ridges and planes of his dick, flicking the mushroom of his head. My lips met as I kissed the side of his dick, sliding down to the base, where I inhaled the intoxicating musk of a man… my man.

Now I engulfed his penis with my mouth, taking care to keep my teeth away. Dave rewarded me with a gasp and a moan. I moaned around the thick cock in my mouth. This felt so right. So good. I began to bob up and down the shaft, leaving trails of slick saliva.

“Chandra,” Dave groaned. “Oh Chandra.” His hand came to rest lightly on the back of my head, gentle and insistent. My need for him rose.

I pulled off. “Please fuck me, Dave,” I said. “Make me a real girl.”

He held my chin in one hand. “Not until you’ve tasted my come,” he said. “You will earn the right to be fucked, Chandra.”

Smiling, I went back to my task, sucking and licking, fondling his heavy, semen-filled balls. That’s where it was. His stick come. The white reward for being his beautiful, sexy, slutty girl. I felt them tighten.

“I’m so close,” he said. I worked his shaft with my hand now, my mouth insistent, sucking, pulling at him.

“I’m going to come,” he said.

“Mmhmm,” I murmured, pushing myself down as far on his swelling cock as I could.

He exploded into my mouth, warm and salty. I kept working his shaft, pumping another shot into my throat. When I felt him subside, I looked up through my lashes.

“Chandra,” he said. “Oh… damn…” I stood, and opened my mouth.

“Not a drop remained.”

“Was I good?” I asked, biting my lip.

“The best.”

“Did I earn my right to be fucked?” I teased.

“I suppose I can make you a woman now.”

I laid back in bed, splaying my legs wide. I slipped arap porno the sarong off, leaving only the bikini bottom between me and my prize.

I slipped one hand in, past my own swollen and engorged… clit… and to the twitching opening to my ass… my… no… let’s call it what it is. My pussy. Where this man was going to fuck me.

“It’ll take me a moment to recharge,” Dave said, reaching into his night stand for a bottle of lube. “Now to get you wet.”

He pulled my bottom aside. He squirted a generous dollop of the lube on his hands, and began working it across my taint, teasing the outside of my hole with his fingers. I spread my legs wider and whimpered. He put his middle finger inside me. My hands closed over his, pulling him in deeper.

“Patience, patience,” he chuckled. “We’ve got all night.”

I didn’t listen. I kept pulling him deeper.

“Let me get a condom,” he said.

“Absolutely not,” I said. “I’m clean… you?”

“Yeah,” he answered.

“Then you are going to fuck this pussy right!”

He withdrew his fingers from me, and slipped my bikini bottom off. He reached around and untied the string on my top, setting my breasts free.

His mouth lowered to my tiny, erect nipple and began to lick and bite. I gasped.

“You do have nice tits,” he said.

“Thank you,” I giggled.

“But this ass!” He squeezed my left cheek. I felt his fingers dig in, and slide back toward my opening. I thrust toward him, and felt two fingers penetrate me this time, stretching me open a little more.

“Already so open and relaxed.”

“I was meant for this,” I said.

Dave mounted the bed, hovering over me, his arms planted to each side of my head. His penis was swelling again, back to its full length and impressive girth.

“Let me lube you,” I whispered. We sat up and I stroked him, applying the lube, remembering Nick’s first lesson.

When we were sufficiently wet, I pulled him on top of me again, kissing him deeply. His right hand fell to the small of my back, lifting my hips. My hands felt for my cheeks, pulling them apart, opening my pussy to the invading cock that was now pressing at my opening, pushing in, forcing me open.

I bit my lip and whimpered a bit. Dave knew he wasn’t hurting me. He was in tune with me. He pushed in further, and my cherry was popped. His head was inside me now, the lube slickening his thrust until I felt the coarse fur of his pubes pressed fully against my cheeks.

“I’m in,” he whispered. “I’m inside you. You’re my girl now.”

My legs closed about him. “Fuck your little girl, Dave. Fuck her good.”

And he did. Picking up his rhythm. We bucked together, my sweet and no longer virginal boy pussy rising to meet his insistent thrusts. My thighs felt so right gripping his torso, his mouth on mine, each of us moaning our pleasure into the other. I came soon, a thin jet of semen flowing between us.

“Squirted,” I giggled. On impulse, I clenched my ass muscles. He seemed to like that.

“Oh, Chandra,” he groaned. He thrust very deep within me. I knew this was it. I knew I was going to make him come.

And he did. More than before. Thick jets I could feel deep within me, within my pussy. Thick jets that made me feel so feminine and precious and desired. My legs parted, and after a moment, Dave withdrew from me. He helped me to the bathroom and let me clean up. After I had redressed, we went back out to find Nick and Adam sitting on the couch. Well, to Nick sitting on Adam, with Adam’s cock rammed up his ass.

“Didn’t mean to intrude,” Dave said.

“Watch and learn, new girl,” Nikki said, bouncing up an down on her lover. I was entranced by the sight of her feminine waist bouncing up and down, watching Adam’s thick dick disappear inside her, only to reemerge slick with lube and her juices. Soon Adam grunted, “Gonna come.”

Nikki slammed down on him, her lips locked on his neck, as his balls pulsed and he shot inside her, just like Dave had done to me.

Dave leaned over, “you’ll get your chance with Adam, too. We’re going to share you two sluts all night long.”

I licked my lips. It was going to be an interesting summer.

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First off, let me tell you a little about myself. I’m . . . older. Don’t ask my age, it’s impolite, rude really, but I will tell you I graduated high school in the early 70s. That should tell you all you need to know.

The good thing is I’ve never looked my age, Whenever I went out to a bar or club I got asked for my ID until I was in my 30s, where the people I hung out with got served while still underage. Hell, I remember one time three of us met for lunch and I was the only one of legal age and I was the only who got carded. Go figure.

I’m of average height, a little on the thin side but with enough curves in all the right places. My face is a bit angular but every one is always telling me how good looking I am. I don’t see it, but then again, I’m prejudice.

I’ve dealt with a lot of shit in my life but think I’m much stronger for it. It took a suicide attempt about ten years ago to bring things to a head.

I had taken a bunch of Percocet, 39 as a matter of fact, strange how I remember that number so clearly. Anyway, as I lay there on the couch I asked myself if this is what I really wanted and in a moment of clarity, I decided it wasn’t.

Long story, short, I called 911 was rushed to the hospital, made to drink a god-awful concoction of activated charcoal mixed with chocolate syrup to absorb the poisonous chemicals. It was so sickly sweet I wanted to vomit but they duly informed me if I did they’d just get more and I’d have to start over.

Needless to say, I forced myself to keep it down. From the Hospital I was sent to a in-treatment clinic in a neighboring community. The first day was really rough as I hadn’t had any sleep for the past 36 hours.

After that I buckled down and did what I needed to get the hell out of there. I’m pretty damn independent and have trouble with authority figures. I quickly came to the conclusion that I didn’t like it there, wanted to get out as soon as possible and never wanted to end up back there.

That’s not to say it was a bad place. The staff was fantastic and really helped me start to get my shit together. After the longest ten days of my life I was finally released to go home with the stricture I had to enter an outpatient program.

I eventually did (the last couple of days at the clinic I started to come down with something and it took three different courses of antibiotics to finally kick whatever damn disease I’d picked up).

I mention all of this because it ties in with the title character. After going through the process and coming out the other side in a much better place, I looked for a way to do something to give back, or pay it forward.

Shortly after being released from the outpatient program I saw a listing for becoming a Certified Peer Specialist. It seemed just what I was looking for.

I applied and got accepted and completed the intense two week course. Duly certified by the state, I went looking for a job. After looking around I was able to land a part-time position at the facility where I went for my outpatient treatment and where I still meet with my therapist.

I remember it clearly, I was walking down the hall to the room I would be using to meet with one of my clients when I spotted her.

Now I need to say up front, I’m not normally a fan of people who dye their hair strange colors. I really hate those people who do what I call the Easter Egg Dye job on their hair. All one monotone one color, looking like they dunked their head in a vat of dye.

But there was just something about the way hers was done that caught my attention.

First of all it was blue but not just any blue or totally blue. It went from white through a multitude of different shades from light blue to royal and other than that the color looked perfectly natural.

It floated and dance about her face in luscious waves, framing her features perfectly.

She was walking with someone else and chatting away happily or I would have made a comment about how beautiful I thought her hair was. I really was sorely tempted but let the opportunity slip by. Something I kicked myself repeatedly over.

Just as we were passing her eyes flitted over and met mine. I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. There was an instant connection, a visceral reaction, my stomach clenched, my heart began to race, my breath caught in my throat, my mouth went dry and yes, I felt my pussy spasm.

The thing was I was positive she felt something similar from the look in her eyes.

Then as quickly as it happened, it was over. She continued walking and so did I as I had my appointment to prepare for.

The thing was, I couldn’t get her out of my head. This surprised me as I’d never considered being attracted to another woman but there was just something about her that drove me to distraction.

I’ll admit that for the first time a couple of nights later I masturbated fantasizing about her as I lay in bed. I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

Every time I went to work I looked for altyazılı porno her but didn’t see her again.

Well my job there didn’t last that long. Did I mention I have problem with authority figures? Dealing with the clients was fine, dealing with the insane policies, petty politics and the egos of others made it impossible for me to continue working there.

Though I still went there one day a month for my own therapy appointments, I never saw her there again, though I still couldn’t get her out of my head.

The thing about living in a small town is that sooner or later you’ll usually run into just about everyone, and so it was with the Girl with the Blue Hair. In reality she was a young woman. I’m horrible guessing peoples ages and she could have been anywhere from her early twenties to approaching forty.

I was shopping at the local mega-mart when I heard this soft sweet voice behind me. “Hi, I hope I’m not being to forward, but I think I recognize you.”

Turning toward to voice I was stunned to see the girl with the blue hair. As soon as our eyes met, I felt exactly like the first time we laid eyes on one another.

I know I must have looked like a blithering idiot as my mouth opened and closed several times without making a sound.

She smiled and giggled, a sound so musical I almost melted right there in the aisle.

“Hi,” I finally got out, somewhat breathlessly. “I’m Stephanie but all my friends call me Steph” I introduced myself.

“Then I’ll definitely call you Steph,” she giggled. “My name is Samantha but all my friends call me Sam.”

“Pleased to meet you Sam,” I laughed.

“Would you like to go get a cup of coffee?” she asked shyly.

Like an idiot I almost blew it by giving my automatic answer. “I don’t drink coffee.”

I saw her crestfallen look and realized what I’d done. “But I can have a cup of tea or hot chocolate,” I hurriedly added, hoping I hadn’t blown it.

The way she immediately brightened warmed my heart and I deciding that the few things I hadn’t gotten yet could wait and we hurried to the checkout.

We didn’t say much, just kept exchanging glances and smiles. As fate would have it, we were parked right next to one another, I kid you not.

She suggested the local Starbucks but I’m not a fan of them and their overpriced swill so I suggested a small local coffee shop that was nearby.

Thankfully she agreed and she followed me as I led the way.

Fortune was smiling on me as we quickly found two parking spaces just a short way up the street from the little mom and pop coffee and tea shop I loved.

The atmosphere was much more laid back than that damn mass marketing giant in the center of town.

We walked inside and Martha, the older woman (I should talk) who owned the place with her husband Al, greeted me by name.

Now, normally, I sit in a back corner because it’s a little secluded and I usually don’t want to be disturbed except by Martha or Elena, the young nineteen year old who works there part time, when they come to give me a refill. But today I wanted to set my new friend at ease so I picked a table up front so we could people watch out the front windows.

Elena was there in an instant to take our orders. I ordered my usual pot of tea and when I say tea, I mean black tea made from the leaves of Camellia sinensis.

Yes, I know technically any infusion made from various other plant materials are teas but they’re not for me.

Sam ordered one of those pepperminty things and I guess I must have made a face or something, even though I tried hard not to, because she gave me that look. You know, that one with the appraising stare with one eyebrow arched up.

Normally I bristle when someone gives me that look, but on her it actually looked cute.

“Sorry,” I laughed with a smile. “Please don’t let my reaction deter you. I’ve just never been a fan of those teas,” I explained, emphasizing those.

Fortunately Sam didn’t take offense and giggled, which led to an interesting discussion on tea while we waited for our orders.

That allowed both of us to relax quite a bit and by the time our teas arrived, we were chatting away like old friends. Something that was a bit unusual for me as I don’t often open up to people so easily, usually having to come to know them much better before I share the details of my life with them.

As we sipped our teas, we got to know one another better, each giving an abbreviated history of ourselves.

Sam was a paralegal at a large well known firm in town. Her parents lived nearby and she had a brother and sister. The brother was almost ten years older than her and had moved out west a number of years ago. They weren’t close, just exchanging Christmas cards and birthday greetings.

Her younger sister was only eighteen and still lived at home with her parents.

The thing was, I just felt this connection with Sam, even going so far as to know what she was going to amatör porno say quite often. Something that still amazes me.

I was so comfortable with her that I admitted that I had thought about her often, though I did leave out the masturbation fantasies, I’m not stupid.

When she gave me a started look, I explained quickly, “Not in any stalker-ish kind of way. I just couldn’t get the image of you and your hair out of my mind,” I stammered defensively.

Sam smiled and giggled. “No, that’s not what I was thinking. The thing is I couldn’t get you out of my head either,” she explained, blushing slightly.

I reached out and covered her hand that lay on the table to give it a reassuring squeeze but as soon as I touched her, I felt this electric like shock. I was going to brush it off as my imagination or wishful thinking but I saw the look on her face and knew she had felt it too.

We stared at one another, this unbelievable tension hanging between us but before either of us could say anything, her cell phone rang.

The moment was lost as she grabbed her phone. “Crap,” she cried in annoyance as she looked at the screen. She gave me an apologetic look, appearing quite upset. “I’ve got to go. I forgot I have to pick up my sister,” she explained as she grabbed her purse.

I was frowning as I stared at the phone. Did I mention I hate the damn things.

She began to fumble for her wallet so I rolled my eyes at her. “I’ll get it,” I told her sympathetically.

She rose and I could see the reluctance in her eyes, I could tell she really wished she didn’t have to leave and truth be told, I didn’t want her to go either.

I quickly grabbed a napkin and pulled out a pen, jotting down my number. “Here, call me later,” I cried, thrusting the napkin into her hand.

Her look of relief was instantaneous. “I’ll call, I promise,” she gushed as she headed for the door, glancing back at me as she left.

I sighed as I watched her run by the window, wondering if she really would call or if I’d just end up being disappointed like I had been so often in the past. Sometimes I really hated Fate or whatever you wanted to call it.

I finished my tea and left a big tip for Elena, suddenly realizing what the looks she had been giving me meant. Too bad she was so young and looked younger still.

Fortunately Martha just smiled at me as I paid the bill, she could really be a mother hen when it came to Elena. I’ve seen her drive off some really annoying young men who were making fools of themselves.

By the time I got home I had convinced myself that I’d never hear from Sam again even after the way we seemed to connect. Sometimes the demons of my past liked to come back and torment me.

I nuked something for dinner, not caring what I had. I’d decided to have myself a good old funk and wasn’t going to be deterred.

After dinner I grabbed a book to read and settled down for the evening. Well because of the mood I was in I had a hard time concentrating on the book and I ended up fidgeting and ended up deciding to go sit on the porch and have a cigar.

Yes, I smoke an occasional cigar. I don’t care if you don’t like it, it soothes me and actually gives me two real benefits. First, because of some of the medications I take, I suffer from chronic dry mouth.

Smoking the cigars makes me salivate, sure I could probably get the same relief from other things but I like smoking the cigars.

The second benefit is that I have a condition called geographic mouth. Your tongue gets these irritated, raw areas that when looked at kind of look like a map of some island area or something.

They don’t know what causes it and they don’t really have a treatment. It isn’t life threatening or anything, it’s just annoying as hell. Any salty or hot thing you eat or drink irritates your tongue and stings.

The thing is, as long as I smoke the cigars it goes away. If I stop smoking, it comes back. I don’t question it, I just enjoy the benefit.

So there I was sitting on the porch puffing away on my cigar and the phone rang. I almost didn’t answer it or even look at it for that matter but then in a moment of weakness I glanced at the phone and saw “Mathews, S”.

I frowned and almost let it go to the answering machine because I didn’t recognize the caller but then because I didn’t want to deal with it later I answered the phone.

“Hello,” I said, sounding rather annoyed.

“Hi, this is Sam,” a sweet hesitant voice replied.

I was stunned for a moment, so much so Sam asked hesitantly, “Is this Steph?”

“What? . . . Oh, yes, this is Steph,” I stammered.

I was so taken by surprise that she had actually called, I felt like a fifteen year old getting her first call for a date.

“I’m so sorry I had to run this afternoon,” she apologized. “Sometimes I don’t know where my head is. I swear my mom is always telling me I’d lose it if it wasn’t attacked,” she sighed.

“Hey, no worries. I know what anal porno it’s like, believe me,” I replied, trying to set her at ease.

There was a slight pause before she continued.

“I — I was hoping to see you again,” she said softly and hesitantly.

I could really hear the vulnerability in her voice and it only reinforced the perception that this was all new for her too.

“I’d like that very much,” I reassured her.

Hearing that hesitancy and vulnerability calmed me.

“That’s great,” she replied, sounding relieved but then I could almost hear the wheels turning and I knew she was in uncharted territory. She didn’t know how to ask me out.

I smiled and took control. “Would you like to have dinner Friday night?” I asked calmly, though in reality my heart was racing.

“I’d love to,” she sighed in relief.

“Why don’t I pick you up,” I offered.

It was funny when I heard her gasp. “I — ah,” she stammered.

Thinking I may have pushed to hard I added “Or we could meet somewhere.”

“No, no, picking me up is fine,” she replied sounding a little unsure of herself.

She gave me her address and we started to chat a little when I heard her curse.

“Damn it. I’m sorry, but my mom is calling me. I bet I’m about to get another lecture about how irresponsible I am for being late picking my sister up,” she sighed.

“Don’t worry about it. If it helps, blame it all on me for kidnapping you this afternoon,” I chuckled sympathetically.

She giggled at that. “I just may do that,” she replied sounding quite amused.

“I’ll see you Friday, say seven?” I asked, as we hadn’t really finalized everything.

“Seven sounds great,” she sighed happily

“I’ll see you then and try not to let your mom get to you,” I smirked.

“I’ll try not to,” she chuckled. “Bye.”

After she had hung up, I was feeling one hundred percent better so I finished my cigar, went back inside and went to bed, where I dreamed of having dinner with Sam. Even better was the part of the dream about what we got up to afterwards.

I woke up the next morning feeling particularly horny after the erotic dream I had about Sam. All I can say is thank God for the shower massager, providing women with pleasure since 1974.

After a most satisfying shower I got dressed and went about my day. I went back the the mega-mart to pick up the few things I didn’t get because of meeting Sam and decided to treat myself by doing a little clothes shopping.

I purchased a really nice skirt in a beautiful medium blue and made of a light material that moved nicely when I walked. It fell to the middle of my calves and would go well with a pair of flats that I had. I was hoping the Sam would like it.

Normally I not much of a clothes hound and rarely dressed up any more but I really wanted to look nice when I took Sam to dinner. I knew I had a couple of nice light-weight sweaters that would pair well with it, all I had to do was choose what color I wanted to wear.

Friday I was a nervous wreck, wondering if I had read too much into the way Sam had reacted and maybe she didn’t have the same expectations as I did.

I mean I had never had a reaction to a woman the way I did with Sam so I was completely out of my element.

All I could eat at breakfast was a couple of pieces of toast with my tea, lunch wasn’t much better as I could hardly stand to look at food let alone eat anything.

By mid afternoon I was thoroughly disgusted with myself and gave myself a real harsh talking too. It did a world of good and I calmed down significantly. I still had an odd butterfly or two but I no longer felt like I was going to vomit any more.

A little before five I went in to take my shower. I’ll admit I took a longer one than I normally did, the hot water felt good and I let it ease the tenseness in my muscles.

I shaved my underarms and on a whim decided to shave my pussy. My pubic hair had always been rather sparse and with it graying, I thought it made me seem old. I was amazed how much I liked the results, with my mons and around my slit being so soft and smooth.

I was very tempted to explore that further but didn’t want to do anything that might detract from later in the evening, not that I was sure there was anything going to happen but one does have hopes sometimes and this evening was certainly one of those times for me.

I dried myself slowly, loving the feeling of the huge extra fluffy towel. Let me tell you, it felt really great rubbing over my now nude nether area. I knew that if I hadn’t been going out to dinner, I’d have been laying in my bed in a matter of moments frigging myself like crazy.

I glanced at the clock to see how much time I had and knew I had to start getting dressed if I didn’t want to have to hurry, something I wanted to avoid. I never feel I look my best when I rush.

I started with a red lace garter belt and then a pair of silk stockings in a champagne color with red trim. I loved the way they felt and looked, they should as they cost close to ninety dollars a pair. But they were one of the few luxuries I allowed myself, along with some really fine cigars and a superb Irish Whiskey named Tullamore Dew, its triple distilled and as smooth as a babies bottom as they say.

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It was a hot Sunday afternoon in late July. The smell of patchouli wafted through the humid air from the incense cone burning in the corner. A ceiling fan did its best, but there was no air conditioning in Becky’s cabin, our usual hang-out. Most of us had stripped down to the bare minimum. The guys were in cut-offs and Becky was wearing a halter top and a pair of short-shorts with fringe at the hem. Since I’d had to work the Sunday brunch that day, I was in a cocktail dress, chosen by the hotel to wring as much money as possible out of the salesmen staying there. The slinky black top was held up by thin little spaghetti straps. It dipped almost to my navel in front and was practically backless. The skirt was slit to the top of my thigh. Bras were impossible. Panties, if chosen carefully, could be worn. Today those panties remained in my dresser drawer. I was just too hot.

We were a pretty quiet bunch that day. Everyone had been up late the night before, either closing down the bar where we all worked or drinking and listening to music until almost dawn.

“Any ‘turtles’ today?” Becky’s chocolate chop cookies were generally so full of marijuana they resembled those little turtles that used to be sold at Woolworth’s.

“Nope, it’s too hot to bake.”

“Anybody wanna beer?” Gregg wheeled himself into the kitchen. He’d been sitting in the old-fashioned cane back convalescent’s chair, his usual seat while at Becky’s.

“Any straw dogs left?” Steve asked. We’d made strawberry daiquiris earlier that day. Most of us had used the glasses to rub on each other in a teasing attempt to cool off before we’d actually drank them.

“Nope,” Steve called over his shoulder. “How ’bout a beer?”

“I’ll just share yours, sweetie,” Steve said.

“No way are you sharing anything of mine, you flaming faggot! I’ll get you one of your own.”

“You say the cutest things!” Steve yelled back.

Gregg rolled back into the kitchen with a couple of beers on his lap. He rubbed one of the bottles along his zipper and handed it to Steve.

“Here you go. I got it all ready for you.”

“Mmmm. Tastes so good,” Steve licked the condensation from the side of the bottle.

“Back in the closet, you queen,” Gregg laughed.

“Honey, I haven’t been in the closet since I came into Thanksgiving dinner wearing pink glitter and tap dancing when I was six!”

We all laughed. Then the group settled down into a drowsy silence as the fan blades whirred on and the music played low. The tape deck switched over to Roberta Flack.

“Damn. That woman’s sexy,” Mike said from the chair. He stroked Becky’s leg as he talked, sliding closer and closer to the fringed edge of her short-shorts.

“Yeah, she makes me wet just listening to her,” Becky squirmed as Mike’s fingers disappeared into her panties.

“Baby, that’s not the only thing making you wet,” Mike purred.

“Jesse come home, there’s a hole in the bed where we slept,” Roberta Flack’s voice poured out into the room.

“‘Jesse, it’s lonely. Come home,” we sang quietly along as the song ended.

“Oh, she wants me bad. I’ve spoiled her for all other women,” Gregg said.

“You say that about all your girls!”

“Nothin’ but the truth. Swear to God,” Gregg bragged, “polishing” his nails against his bare chest.

“It’s true,” I nodded.

“Which song’s the sexiest? The First Time, Killing Me Softly or Jesse?”

“Well, Killing Me Softly’s not about any guy she’s really been with. It’s just some dude she’s crushing on. I don’t think it should count unless she’s actually making it with the guy.”

“That lets Jesse out, too. She’s been making it with him, but now he’s gone. I’ll bet she’s in bed right now with her hands in her panties, crying for him.”

“Quiet. The First Time’s playing. I love this one,” I said. “There’s just something about the way she sings about kissing his mouth. It’s soooo hot.”

“‘And then the earth moves in her hand.’ What do you suppose she’s touching?” Gregg asked. He edged the tip of the beer bottle under the strap of my dress and peeked inside.

“Very nice,” he said, his thumb moving over my nipple. I leaned in closer and enjoyed the feel of his touch on me. He was my 18 yaş porno first lover and I reveled in his touch.

“More,” I whispered. His fingers met his thumb and squeezed, rolling my erect nipple between them.

“Oh,” I said, “it’s definitely his cock. It’s hard and throbbing and she loves it.”

“Mmmmm….,” Becky hummed in the corner. Mike’s fingers were buried between her legs. Her hips rose and fell in time with the music. He brought his hand out and I could see Becky’s dew glistening on them. Mike put them to his lips and licked off her juices.

“Oh, yeah. That one’s the winner. She’s hot and creamy just listening to it. See?”

“What song?” Becky teased and moved Mike’s hand back to her panties. “Keep going, big guy. I’m almost there.” Mike pulled Becky onto his lap and kissed her long and hard. One hand was thrusting in and out between her splayed legs while the other pushed her bikini top aside. Her breast was exposed to his hand. We could see the brown tip peeking out between Mike’s fingers.

“Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!” Becky shivered and twitched as she climaxed. “Thank you, baby. That was lovely.”

“My pleasure, Becky. You can thank me for real in here. If you’ll excuse us for a minute,” he said as he pulled her to her feet and over to the bedroom door. “I don’t think it’s gonna take much time. One touch of that mouth …” he trailed off. The door banged shut. There was a muted thud. Mike’s back against the door, perhaps?

“Suck me, girl. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Thud, thud, thud.

“Wearing panties today, sugar?” Gregg whispered in my ear. His thumb played back and forth across my nipples. I sucked in a breath. That felt so good. Listening to Mike and Beck just added to the excitement. My pussy dripped.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” I laughed.

“Was that a dare?” Gregg murmured. He pushed the skirt aside, exposing my dark curls to his eyes. “You are so beautiful,” he said, “and you’ve got such a pretty little pussy.” His fingers brushed curls as he talked. A little bit more and he’d be on my clit. I slid closer.

“Touch me.” I said. I felt a jolt as he complied. Teeny little circles round and round my clit. My had moved to the waistband of his shorts. I tucked a finger inside and felt the pre-cum on the tip.

There was a long pause from the bedroom and the door opened again. Becky was licking her lips as Mike finished zipping up. Both were smiling widely.

“That’s better,” she said. “Anybody else want to get really wet?”

“Me, me, me,” Steve raised his hand, waving it wildly. “Jack’s been out of town for days and I’m primed.”

“Sorry, no volunteers here. I was talking about that new water slide that opened up. How ’bout it?”

“Yeah, cool water and lots of it sounds great. Let’s go,” Mike agreed.

“Guys?” he questioned, looking our way. “Wanna come, too?”

“Hell, yeah, we want to come! I was almost there before you started talkin'” Gregg growled. “What about it, hon? A little coolin’ off before we heat it up again?”

“Sure. Only one problem. I don’t have a suit with me. And I’ll be holding you to that heating up stuff later!”

“No problem. I’ve got a swimsuit you can borrow. Come on.” I followed Becky into the bedroom. She pulled out a bright red bikini from her dresser. “This should fit. Try it on.”

I pulled the cocktail dress over my head. I put the bra top in and turned to Becky to tie the ribbons in back. She was slightly more curvier than I was and preferred very skimpy little bikinis. This suit was nothing but a couple of red triangles. I’m sure she practically spilled out of the bra. I was a size or two smaller and I filled it out perfectly.

“Now the bottoms,” she said. I stepped into the rest of the bikini and looked down. Even though my pussy was trimmed, black curls peeked out from between my legs.

“Becky, This isn’t going to work. It looks like I’m smuggling kittens!”

“What?” She looked over and saw where I was pointing. After a quick giggle, she said, “no problem. Shave.”

“Shave? Outside of porn stars and Playboy centerfolds, does anybody really do that?”

“I do. See,” Becky said, pulling down her shorts.

“Really… 3d porno And Mike’s okay with that?”

“Okay? Hell, girl, he loves it!” Becky laughed. “Now get it there and get busy. My razor’s on the sink. And just think how surprised Gregg’s gonna be tonight,” she giggled.

“Tonight, hell. Later this afternoon,” I said, untying the ribbons and letting the bottoms puddle around my feet. I wet a cloth with warm water and held it against myself.

Becky handed me some lotion. “Here, use this. It’s my favorite.”

I applied the lotion and used the razor on my pussy curls.

“Bare or landing strip?” Becky asked.

“What?” I was concentrating on the task at hand, not really paying any attention. Nicking myself here would not be fun!

“Bare is everything off. Landing strip is where you leave just a little stripe down the center so he can guide it in,” Becky explained, swooping her arm in a diving motion.

“Bare, of course,” she answered her own question.

“Yeah. Gregg’s young. I just hope he doesn’t have a heart condition. He’s gonna flip when he sees me,” I quipped.

I finished shaving and gently rubbed more of Beck’s lotion on my now smooth pussy. The skin was so soft, like silk velvet.

“Wow! That feels fantastic! It’s really sensitive,” I said, caressing the smooth pink lips with my fingertips. Ooohhh…”

“Just wait ’til you feel someone else’s touch.”

“Oh, I’ll bet you’re right. That is going to be so cool.”

“Wanna see now?” Becky whispered.

“Now? You mean call Gregg in here?” I whispered back.

“No, keep that a surprise for later. I meant me.”

“Uh. I’m really not into girls, Beck,” I stammered.

“Not that much, silly. Just a little bit of petting so you can tell.”

“All right then. I am curious.”

“Spread your legs a little. That’s better.” Becky reached her slim fingers down between my legs and lightly stroked the freshly shaved pussy lips. My God, I’d never felt anything like that. The sensation shot straight through into my clit. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see cream dripping out of me.

“Imagine those’re Gregg’s fingers…..” Becky said, moving her fingers aside.

I pulled the borrowed swimsuit back up and retied the strings at my hips. “Imagine that’s Gregg’s tongue down there!” I said.

“Are you sure this suit’s okay? It’s a little loose,” I said.

“It’ll be fine. You’re not going to be swimming laps. It’s a waterslide.”

We went back into the living room. From the whistles of the guys in the group and the sharp intake of breath from Gregg, the males in the group heartily approved of the bikini, a little loose and all.

We all piled into our cars and headed down the road to the water park. Steve rode in the back seat with Gregg and I. I put my hand on Gregg’s thigh and felt the muscles move as he shifted the car into gear. Steve popped his head over the backseat, resting his chin on his folded arms.

“Carry on, chillen. You two lovebirds just finish what you were working on earlier. Since I’m not getting any for a while, I might as well live vicariously through you,” Steve said to us.

My hand covered Gregg’s erection through his jeans. I rubbed up and down its length. “I’ve got a secret and you’re gonna like it,” I crooned into his ear, my teeth nipping at his earlobe. His hand covered mine and pressed down on him. I felt his cock grow even harder.

“We’re here,” Steve said from the back seat. “Park over there. I can see Mark’s car.”

We paid our admission and began the long wait for our turn down the highest water slide. We all had rubber mats to slide on when we reached the top. Becky, Mark and Steve had gotten ahead of us somehow, so Gregg and I were alone, or at least as alone as we could be in an amusement park line.

We spent the time exchanging long passionate kisses. Sweat slid down the tiny silk triangles of my bikini bra and trickled down my spine. His hand slid down the curve of my back and caressed my ass through the very brief bikini bottom. My hands in his back pockets pulling him up close. I could feel his erection through his jeans.

“If we hold these mats just right, I could bend you over this Porno 64 video rail and slide my cock right into your pussy and nobody’d know,” Gregg whispered in my ear.

“Oh, I’ll bet I’d know.”

“Hey, are you slidin’ or are you kissin’?” A voice interrupted. “It’s your turn.”

At last we were at the top of the slide. The teenager reached over and opened the rope leading to the chute. “One at a time. Hold on to the mat at all times. My older brother’s at the bottom. He’ll catch you at the bottom and get the mat. Have a nice day,” he droned, not looking up from his comic book.

“You first,” I said. “I need to fix the strings on this suit.”

“Right. I’m gonna need a cold shower after that trek up the stairs with you anyway.” He sat down and flew down the water slide, carried by the rush of the water. His ride went off without a hitch and he blew me a kiss from the shallow pool at the bottom.

I looked down from the top of the water slide. I could see down the serpentine chute to the pool of turquoise blue water where the teen was standing waiting to catch me. I could also see the rest of my friends standing on the sidelines waiting for me. Gregg mimed getting a drink and pointed over to the refreshment stand. I nodded and waved them off. I’d catch up with them later.

I put the mat down and wriggled around a bit. The bottom on the suit must have shifted because I swear I could feel my bare ass against that hot mat. The cool water rushed up my legs and across my pussy as I entered the first turn.

“Mmmm. Feels like a shower massager. I could really like this.”

I relaxed as I entered the second turn and let my legs open up a little. “I’m so going to be ready for a hard, fast fuck when I’m done here. That shaving was wonderful. My pussy is so sensitive. I can feel that water even through those bottoms.”

There was a tickle at my hip. I looked down and saw the end of the ribbon disappear into the frothy foam. My bikini had come undone and was now at my thighs, rapidly heading towards my knees!

I made a wild grab for the silky fabric, but, alas, to no avail. That tiny triangle of nylon slid down past my knees and began a trip down my legs. “Okay, okay, okay,” I thought. “Don’t panic and don’t lose those bottoms. Cross your ankles and just act cool.”

“Just act cool, hell. I’m going to be flashing my pussy to the whole world in about five seconds. And they’re going to be able to see even more than usual!” I clenched my legs together as the water chute made its last curve and bump before the pool.

That did the trick. Between the hard rush of the water and the tensing of my body, my clit exploded. I could feel the nubbin throbbing and sending shivers of pleasure through me. My hands clutched at the rubber mat, holding on for dear life. For a second or two, I just went with it, not caring about anything else. But then I remembered my predicament! How many feet until the end? Twenty, fifteen, ten!

I saw the kid at the bottom of the pool. At first he yawned and looked at his watch, wondering when his break was, I’m sure. He checked the slide. One girl, not too heavy, no biggie…

Then he noticed my apparel, or rather, the migration of part of it. Suddenly his attention was no longer on that watch. I could see the exact moment when he realized what he was seeing, perhaps for the first time in his life, ten feet away and rocketing towards him on a rush of cool blue water. His eyes grew huge, as I’m sure did other portions of his anatomy. He was a teenager, after all. His jaw dropped and he reached out both hands.

II flew into his arms, my ankles firmly locked around that bit of silk that had caused all the trouble. He held me steady while I reached down into the pool and retrieved those bikini bottoms.

His hands moved up my torso until they met the undersides of my breasts. I felt the very tips of his fingers on my nipples. A quick little rub that might have been unintentional once, but not the second time.

“Oooh,” I thought, fastening the other side of the swimsuit. “Well, I guess he does deserve a little something for not yelling when he saw me.”

I reached up and pulled his face down towards mine. I kissed him firmly on his open mouth, teasing my tongue along his lips. I smiled, whispered, “Thanks,” and found the stairs out of the pool. He turned towards me and didn’t say anything, his fingers playing across wide grin, as the next few riders collided at the bottom and the mats floated all around him.

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Sam loved his mother, but his visits home were an exercise in patience. This one, in particular, was a case of bad timing. He’d intended to announce that he’d recently begun hormone replacement therapy; a huge step in transitioning to a woman. The evening news put an end to his plan.

“Fucking faggots,” his stepfather, James, growled at the television, during a report about an LGBTQ pride parade.

“Goddamned fairies,” his stepbrother, Jimmy, added.

“If you two can’t be civil, we’ll shut it off,” Sam’s mother scolded.

“Well, these people are ruining the whole country,” his stepfather insisted, pronouncing the word people in a way that revealed he believed members of that community were anything but.

What his mother saw in this bigot Sam couldn’t fathom.

“They’re being who they are,” he said, quietly.

“Bullshit,” James objected.

“Bunch of queers,” Jimmy chimed in.

“Demanding all kinds of special treatment,” James continued.

“They’re only asking to be treated equally,” Sam pointed out. “Like any other American citizen.”

“How can I respect a ‘woman’ with five o’clock shadow?” Jimmy sneered.

Not out – even to his mother, though she suspected – Sam sighed, and tried to ignore them both for the remainder of dinner. In-between mouthfuls of food, Jimmy made several more comments, as if his feelings on the subject weren’t already clear, and Sam silently wondered what would happen if he invited his mother – only his mother – out to dinner next time, rather than come here again.

“Hey, dickhead,” Jimmy said, as Sam helped clear the table, “some of the guys are heading over to Double Dee’s for a while. Wanna come?”

Though pansexual, Sam had no interest in hanging out at the local strip club with Jimmy.

“No, thanks,” he said. “I’ve got a webpage to get up by morning.”

Actually, he had two days to finish that particular project, but didn’t reveal this.

“What are you, gay?” Jimmy taunted, punching his shoulder.

The blow knocked loose an idea in Sam’s head.

“I think I’ll hang on to my singles tonight,” he said. “Thanks anyway.”

Leaving his mother’s house, he drove home, thinking. He had to be very sure about what he was about to do. Was teaching a lesson worth the very real risk of getting his ass kicked? Jimmy wasn’t unattractive; he was handsome even, Sam conceded. His 6’2″ had a full five inches on Sam. He’d played football in high school, and had managed to maintain most of the athletic frame he’d sported. In contrast, Sam, a member of his university’s performing arts department, had a slight build, and soft facial features. No doubt Jimmy was an idiot; but it wouldn’t be the first time Sam had fucked someone with an IQ no larger than their shoe size.

Sam decided to take the chance. Arriving at his apartment, he gingerly shaved – everything – then showered. He dressed slowly, watching himself in the full-length mirror, before applying make-up and pulling on a brunette bob-cut wig, completing his transformation into Samantha. Though she didn’t need them, Samantha picked up a pair of rectangular-framed glasses. They made her – she thought – look like a naughty librarian. She laughed, then slipped them on.

I’m ready.

She hesitated for a moment, examining her reflection. Twisting slightly to inspect her ass, she could see the faint outline of the thong she wore. Knowing anyone looking close enough would see it too, a smile creased her crimson lips. She blew herself a kiss, spun, and strutted toward the door.

Samantha sauntered into the club. She could almost feel the eyes of half the men there roaming over her body. The black, wet-look, pleather leggings she wore hugged her ass and legs, and reflected the multi-colored spinning lights. A tight, blood red top clung to her, showing the lines of the bra, and the curves of her small, fake breasts. Ankle boots with four-inch heels augmented her height, boosting her to more than six feet. She moved carefully in the dizzying combination of flashes and shadow.

Finding an empty seat, she dropped her clutch – barely large enough for her cell phone, and a few other important items – on the bar, and ordered a drink. Trying not to appear obvious, Samantha took a minute to admire the surgically-enhanced blonde spinning on the pole a dozen feet from her, then let her eyes drift across the faces surrounding her. She spotted Jimmy and his friends – Tony, Rick, and Phil. She knew all of them from the few times her alter ego had hung out with Jimmy, and she chuckled as she watched them toss dollar bills at the dancer swaying in front of them.

Jimmy sucked down his beer, and motioned to the bartender, who promptly delivered another. Samantha waited. She found herself unconsciously bouncing to the music while sipping her drink. As the song ended, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning, she found a man – probably early 40s, she estimated – standing beside her.

“Are you gonna get up there and dance?” he said, perusing her body.

“Well, aren’t you sweet,” Samantha said, doing little to hide the sarcasm.

“Can bedava porno I buy you a drink?” the man asked.

“Thank you, but no,” she answered. “I’m sort of waiting for someone.”

Surprisingly, he took the hint.

“Have a good night, beautiful,” he said, before walking away.

Samantha had to admit the compliment buoyed her confidence. The man didn’t appear to be inebriated. His speech wasn’t slurred. It was dark, but certainly not pitch black. Maybe she did look as good as she felt tonight. Smiling, she whirled to check on Jim.

Her step-brother was gone. So was the dancer he’d been watching. Concern bubbled to the surface of her consciousness, but she calmed herself. She’d begun to wonder if perhaps he’d taken the girl in back to get a lap dance when she saw him stumble out of the bathroom. Returning to his friends, he downed his beer; the second she’d seen him finish.

She knew she’d have to make her move now. If she waited too long, he’d be sloppy drunk, which would not only make him boisterous – and more of an asshole than usual – but might also render him unable to answer the bell, so to speak. Samantha stood up and walked around the bar.

Rick noticed her first. He was cute, and seemingly less brutish than the others. While certainly no Einstein, she’d actually heard him talk about reading a book. He must have said something to the others because a moment later, three more heads rotated to look at her. Their eyes traced up and down her body.

Samantha nearly balked. If any of the men recognized her she could be in real trouble. For a split second, panic raced through her. Stealing herself, even as her heart raced, she continued.

“Hi,” she said, loudly, as she approached the stool next to her step-brother.

He didn’t reply.

“Is this seat taken?” she asked.

“Uh, hi,” Jimmy stammered. “No.”

“Mind if I join you?” Samantha asked.

“Not at all,” Tony answered, elbowing Jimmy.

Flashing a smile, she sat down.

“I’m Samantha,” she said.

“Jimmy,” he said.

“No, Samantha,” she teased.

The look of confusion on his face almost made her laugh. Finally, it dawned on him.

“I mean, I’m Jimmy,” he said.

A grin creased her lips. He named his friends, cocking a thumb over his shoulder, and she gave the trio a short wave.

“Do you come here often?” Jimmy asked.

Samantha almost choked trying to keep the word “seriously” from escaping her throat. While she hadn’t come here expecting Algonquin Round Table-level discourse, the cliché still surprised her.

“Occasionally,” Samantha managed to say.

“I’ve never seen you before,” he confessed.

“Do you spend a lot of time here?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“No,” he lied. “Not really.”

“Can we buy you a drink?” Tony asked.

Samantha held up her glass as she shook her head.

“Second round?” Tony said more than asked.

“No, thank you,” she said. “I don’t want to lose control and do something crazy.”

“Like what?” Jimmy inquired.

“Get up there and dance?” Phil asked.

“Oh, no,” Samantha said, nodding toward the stage. “I can’t bend like that.”

Three of the men followed her gaze. The girl in front of them had her cheek on the floor, and her ass high up in the air. Focusing on the small group, she rocked back and forth a few times. They cheered, and threw several dollar bills at her. She gyrated wildly, shaking her bottom, which brought applause and additional money.

From the corner of her eye, Samantha noticed Rick staring at her. He didn’t say a word, but seemed to be concentrating, as if he’d seen her before and was trying to put a name with the face. Samantha worried he might – given enough time – recognize her. Even though the majority of her brain told her this was highly unlikely, she decided to move things along and avoid possible detection – at least for now. Her attention returned to Jimmy as the dancer continued feigning having sex doggy style.

“That’s my favorite position,” she said, above the music.

Jimmy’s mouth dropped open.

Not exactly subtle, she thought.

“Mine, too,” he croaked, before taking a pull from his latest bottle.

“What a surprise,” Samantha almost whispered.

Jimmy didn’t hear the comment, and leaned in close. He was about to ask her to repeat herself, when she took the straw in her mouth to sip her drink.

“You have beautiful lips,” he said, leering at her.

Samantha decided it was now or never.

“Why don’t we go out back, and I’ll show you some of the things I can do with them?” she purred.

Jimmy looked as if she’d just smacked him in the face. It took him a moment to recover.

“What about my friends?” he asked.

Not understanding what he meant, her head tilted quizzically.

“I’m certainly not going to blow all of them,” she said with an edge in her voice.

“No, I didn’t mean that,” he blurted. “I just…I didn’t want to disappear on them.”

“They look like big boys,” Samantha zenci porno observed. “I’m sure they can take care of themselves.”

She slipped off her stool, and was about to turn, but another idea hit her, and she decided to see how far she could push this.

“I’ll tell you what,” she said, leaning close to Jimmy. “If you want, they can watch.”

His eyes went wide, and she could almost see the questions clanging around in his head. He gaped at her. She winked, confirming she’d really said what he heard. Jimmy spun around and conferred with his friends. One by one, they examined her; heads nodded.

“OK, then, let’s go,” Samantha said, withdrawing from the bar.

The four men followed, nearly tripping over each other. Going out the rear door, Samantha examined the parking lot. There were several darks spots, and she led the group toward the one farthest from the exit. Grabbing Jimmy, she forced him to the wall. The others moved in close.

“You guys stand there,” she ordered, pointing to a portion of wall about 10 feet away.

“That far?” Tony protested.

“Jimmy and I could go back to his place without you,” she threatened.

The three men grumbled, but did as they were told.

“Good boys,” Samantha scoffed.

Facing Jimmy, she mashed her mouth against his. He tasted like beer. For more than a minute, their tongues danced. Even half-drunk, she found him a good kisser. To the delight of his friends, Jimmy’s hands squeezed her ass. Her right hand rubbed his cock through his jeans, and his fingers crept into her crack. As they migrated downward, she pulled away.

“OK,” she said. “Let’s see what you’ve got to work with.”

Samantha waited impatiently as Jimmy fumbled with his pants. The other men hooted at his difficulties.

“So, are you tough guys gonna just stand there, or do I get to see what you’re hiding in those pants?” Samantha teased.

“We’ll show you ours, if you show us yours,” Tony said.

“This isn’t the fifth grade, honey,” Samantha chirped.

“Well, I ain’t shy,” Tony retorted, grabbing his zipper.

The other two hesitated for a moment, then joined him. Not wanting to ruin the knees of her leggings, Samantha squatted in front of Jimmy and inspected his now exposed penis. He was already hard, and she guessed him to be about six inches long. She wrapped her right hand around the shaft, judging its girth. It was a good size, she judged. Not too big for the next step in her plan. But, that was later she reminded herself. First things first. Jimmy moaned as she stroked him gently.

“Easy,” she whispered. “Just relax.”

Samantha leaned in and took the head of his cock in her mouth.

“Oh, yes,” Jimmy sighed, shifting forward a fraction.

Placing her hands on his hip bones, Samantha eased him back to the brick. She took him deeper, letting in half his length as her tongue swirled around it. Her lips slid over the taut skin, admitting a little more of him each time she rocked forward, until her nose touched his trimmed pubic hair. He groaned as she stopped, holding him there nearly half a minute; the tip of his cock in the back of her throat.

“You like that?” she asked, temporarily abandoning him.

“Yes,” he said. “Keep going.”

She swiveled to face the three men, all with their pants around their thighs. Even from this distance, she could see Tony had nothing to be timid about. His member had to be at least eight inches long. He stroked himself slowly, his right hand moving up and down deliberately. The other two were of average length, though Phil appeared to be very thick, and Samantha doubted she’d ever be able to fit him, either in her mouth or her ass. Jimmy placed his right hand on her head, trying to guide her back to his dick. She slapped it away.

“I don’t need your help,” she scolded. “I know what I’m doing.”

“Sorry,” he moped.

“If you don’t like it, you can leave, and I’ll blow one of them,” she said, pointing toward his friends.

“No,” Jimmy said. “Please. I’m close.”

“Damn, she’s feisty,” Tony chimed in.

Despite her threat, Samantha returned her attention to little Jimmy, enveloping him once more; taking him deep; moving faster now, wanting to finish this. Her right hand drifted to his balls, and she massaged him gently. It didn’t take long. She felt his scrotum tighten, and Jimmy mumbled something.

“Mmmm, hmmm,” Samantha hummed.

Jimmy’s cock swelled. She pulled back, sealing her lips around the head as she stroked him hard and fast. She closed off her throat just as he erupted, shooting multiple streams of hot, salty cum. His body convulsed violently, and she struggled to stay with him as he fired again. The load threatened to overflow her mouth, but she remained in place.

The others cheered and encouraged Jimmy as he came. Samantha heard one of them croak weakly that he was about to cum. She tried to angle herself enough to see this. Phil’s first salvo launched into the air, and landed several feet away. Samantha was impressed by the distance it traveled. brazzers porno As Jimmy wilted, Rick exploded, his knees buckling slightly as he came. His jizz didn’t travel very far, but there seemed to be an enormous amount, creating a small puddle at his feet.

“I win,” Tony proclaimed in a booming voice. “Last man standing.”

“Could you say it a bit louder?” Phil admonished. “I don’t think the people inside heard you.”

Samantha looked up at Jimmy. She let him slip from her mouth, careful not to spill his seed. Puckering her lips, she gave the tip a last kiss, then leaned to the side and spit out his cum, making sure to avoid her pants and shoes.

“Spitters are quitters,” Tony said.

“Yeah, well, I don’t know where he’s been,” Samantha said.

Tony scuttled over to stand next to her. When she straightened herself, she found his cock just inches from her mouth. She ducked away.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she raged, scrambling to her feet.

“It’s my turn,” he said.

“You’d better ask one of them to suck it,” Samantha fumed, indicating Rick and Phil, “because I’m certainly not going to.”

“Are you kidding me?” he said.

“Uh, no,” she retorted. “I said you guys could watch. I didn’t say I’d blow the whole bar.”

“Man, you awoke the beast,” Tony said, gesturing to his erection, “and now you’re just gonna leave it high and dry?”

“Sorry I’m not sorry,” she mocked.

“Motherfucker,” he shouted.

Samantha tugged at Jimmy’s arm as he closed his pants.

“Come on, let’s go to your place,” she suggested.

They walked past the other three, heading into the light.

“You’re gonna leave us for her?” Tony howled.

“Damned right I am,” Jimmy laughed.

“He’s a dick,” she said once they got farther away.

“When he’s been drinking,” Jimmy admitted.

Samantha almost made a mistake. She began walking toward her car, but quickly realized Jimmy might recognize it. For a moment, she worried he might not be able to drive. She faked a trip, pushing herself against him, trying to knock him off balance, but he steadied her without falling himself.

It’ll have to do, she thought.

When they arrived at her mother’s house, Jimmy told her she needed to be quiet lest she wake his parents. Samantha nearly made a comment about him still living at home, but held her tongue.

“Can I use your bathroom?” she asked in a hushed tone.

He led her to the hallway, then pointed her in the right direction.

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” he said as she walked off.

Samantha took several minutes to urinate, clean up, and then use some of the mouthwash she found on the counter. After looking into her eyes in the mirror, steeling her nerve, she flipped off the light, opened the door, and tip-toed to the kitchen. In the darkness, she could barely make out Jimmy standing by the sink, drinking a beer.

“Want one?” he asked.

She smiled as the plan in her brain modified slightly. Shaking her head, she walked over to him.

“Can you get that dick hard again?” she cooed.

“If you help,” he said.

“Is that a challenge?” she asked, pressing herself to his chest.

He didn’t answer. Taking another swig, his eyes followed her as she sank to her knees in front of him.

“Let’s go to my room,” he suggested, placing the bottle in the sink.

Samantha shook her head at him. Her right hand patted the front of his pants.

“Here,” she insisted, trying to work his belt.

“We can’t make any noise,” he reminded her.

By the time Samantha got his jeans open, the crown of Jimmy’s cock peeked out above the waistband of his underwear. She licked it roughly, and he groaned.

“Shhh,” she teased.

Freeing him, she took the head between her lips. Without hesitation, she once more buried her nose in his pubic hair, and held herself there; feeling him harden in her mouth, until it again filled the back of her throat. She labored to adjust her own cock – stiff and desperate for attention – as it lay trapped uncomfortably in her skin-tight pants.

“Your mouth is so hot,” Jimmy croaked.

Grabbing his shirt, Samantha steadied herself as she stood up.

“Wanna know what else is?” she asked, her voice raspy in his ear.

He nodded as his hands closed on the cheeks of her butt, squeezing hard. They began working their way around toward the front, and she turned quickly, wiggling until she felt his cock poking her ass through the pleather. Placing her hands atop his, holding them as she shifted her hips left and right several times; grinding into him.

“Oh, God,” Jimmy exhaled.

“I want you to put that in my ass,” Samantha told him.

In no position to protest, Jimmy remained silent as she spun them, leaving her against the sink, him behind her. She leaned over to retrieve her clutch. Opening it, she fished around for a moment, then pulled out a condom, and a small bottle of water-based KY.

“Put this on,” she instructed, handing Jimmy the prophylactic.

Edging her pants down a few inches – careful, despite the darkness, to avoid exposing her secret – she poured some of the lube on her fingers, then shoved them between her cheeks. Dispensing more of the viscous goo, she caressed his cock, greasing him – at the same time checking to make sure he’d actually donned the rubber.

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Part Four: The Summons

When Jeremy finally received the phone call he had been fervently praying would come he had been sitting in his car parked down the block from Miss Natasha’s apartment for over two hours. She had told him to be available any time after seven so he had gotten there around six just to be sure. It was now after eight and he had begun to be afraid that she wouldn’t need him after all. He really didn’t expect that she would call him to tell him that so he would just have to wait, all night he guessed if need be. He certainly didn’t want to miss any chance of being called back into her service.

For as long as he could remember Jeremy had always felt that women should be placed on a pedestal, to be worshiped and adored. He always tried to treat any woman with whom he had ever tried to have a relationship with that type of deference and respect. But he never had been able to get to first base with anyone. He understood the reason, of course, but he had never been able to do anything about his one obvious shortcoming. After years of discouraging rejections he had just stopped trying.

Initially he had felt guilty and embarrassed about turning to the internet to indulge his fantasies. He never went into chat rooms or tried to contact anyone, but he had slowly discovered web sites that eventually led him to understand what he really was. He was a submissive. He wasn’t a masochist, he learned. He didn’t yearn to be mistreated and certainly not to be beaten or tortured. He just wanted to find someone who needed to be taken care of, to be pampered and served in all ways desired. Romance, he understood, would never be part of this type of relationship, but he had given up on that a long time ago. He could certainly dream however of being accepted and maybe even appreciated. All he would ever ask in return was to be allowed to worship and adore.

Of course he realized that this was an extremely unlikely fantasy to ever become real, especially for someone like him. But he had grown so lonely in his private life that he began contemplating some of the personals that were posted on the web sites he frequented. After a long period of internal debate he finally screwed up his courage and answered one that he thought seemed the most promising. That encounter did not go well, nor did the next one he answered. He wasn’t what they were looking for the women told him at the initial meetings and he suspected, as it had been in the past, that he knew the reason why. It took him several months after these two failures to try once more, and likely his last time.

It was then with surprise and delight, that after Jeremy’s first meeting with Miss Natasha she had ordered him to return again. And then again and again. It wasn’t long before she had him coming to her apartment on a regular basis. It was apparent to Jeremy that Miss Natasha was as much a beginner in this type of situation as he. She was constantly experimenting with different facets of the relationship, expanding on what she liked, and discarding whatever didn’t suit her. That he often didn’t care for some of these experiments had no relevance. What went on between them was always at her direction and whim, and he knew that this was how it had to be. If he sometimes felt she was unnecessarily nasty he would chide himself that who was he to question what was necessary . He only knew that she had finally given some purpose and direction to his personal life and he didn’t want to contemplate, even for a moment, the possibility of losing that.

He felt a great deal of anxiety then when about four months ago, after almost two months of practically daily service, she began calling him over less frequently. She eventually told him that she was in the process of training a new slave, and while that went on she would be needing him less often. His anxiety became fear when he briefly met this new person, Scott, one day when he had been ordered over and Scott was apparently just leaving. He immediately saw that he was at a major competitive disadvantage with Scott. His worst fears were realized when three months ago Miss Natasha informed him that she had decided to have Scott as a permanent live-in slave, and that she would only need Jeremy on occasion from then on.

Jeremy had been devastated. The only possibility for a long term relationship that he had ever had was now apparently gone just as he had ankara2010.com begun believing that he had a chance. Unable to give up all hope he jumped at the opportunity when she called him over twice in the subsequent months. Maybe, he rationalized, if he was even more diligent and ardent in his service she would consider taking him back.

It had been over six weeks since she had last called him, and he finally had begun ro resign himself that she was done with him. Then he received this most recent call. This time however, she had only told him to be nearby and available. He didn’t know what to make of that. Maybe she had become dissatisfied with Scott. Maybe Scott’s one big advantage didn’t offset a deficiency in service that Jeremy had hopefully proven to be more able to provide. It was what he thought about constantly anyway, but tonight it may actually come to pass.

With these high hopes Jeremy hurried to Miss Natasha’s apartment after her summoning had blessedly come. These hopes were immediately dashed when he was met at her door by the sparsely clad Scott, who ushered him into the hallway, then tersely told him to undress and present himself in the livingroom. Without another word Scott then turned and went back to his own duties.

Oh God, what was Scott doing here, Jeremy thought as he began to undress and rapidly fold his clothes to put in the hall closet. He tried his best to stifle his disappointment. Why was Scott here tonight? Did Miss Natasha want to dominate two slaves at one time? He would certainly not enjoy that, and shuddered slightly when he thought of some of the possible implications. In the end he knew it didn’t matter what he thought. He had been summoned to serve, and he would. He had no choice.

Part Five: The Introduction

Meryn had flinched when the doorbell rang not three minutes after Natasha had ended her call. She realized how unsettled she was by the whole situation, and she wished it would just go away. She was even more startled when she saw that it was Scott, undressed as he was, who went to answer the door. Her spirits rose momentarily when not thirty seconds later he emerged alone from the hallway and went back to the kitchen. Maybe this Jeremy had decided to leave when he had found out what it was all about. Her silent hopes went unrealized however when a minute later a new person emerged from the hall.

Like Scott, Jeremy was dressed only in a pair of bright pink satin panties. That was where all comparison ended however. Somewhat shorter, probably about five-eleven, he had a pleasant enough face, Meryn conceded. But what was most striking about him was that he was significantly overweight. No, that was way too mild, Meryn concluded. He was fat. And his ample belly and love handles made the pink panties look markedly more ridiculous on him than they did on Scott. She couldn’t help but cringe.

She was relieved when it didn’t appear that this Jeremy had noticed her look as he hurried over to kneel before Natasha. As Scott had done before he bent down and kissed both of her feet, and then said, “I am thrilled to be summoned to serve you once again Miss Natasha.” With that he knelt up and leaned back.

“Prompt and punctual as always Jeremy” Natasha answered. “That is a good first impression. I’d like you to meet a very dear friend of mine, Miss Meryn. And Jeremy, it is very important to me that you continue to impress tonight.

Turning to look for the first time at Miss Natasha’s guest, Jeremy noted that although plainly dressed, especially as compared to Miss Natasha, she was extremely pretty, even though she seemed tense and uneasy. As he knew was expected he bent down, kissed both of her shoes, and then offered “It is an honor and very great pleasure to be presented to you Miss Meryn.” With that he knelt up and smiled’

Meryn had to admit that he had a very nice smile. It lit up his entire face including his eyes. It induced her to bring forth a small smile in return and nod in acknowledgment even as she was unsure of how to verbally respond.

“Miss Meryn is my guest for dinner tonight” Natasha went on. “We haven’t seen each other for a while and have so much to talk about. As Scott will be very busy as always attending to me, I brought you over tonight Jeremy to attend to Miss Meryn. You will care for her every need tonight as if it was for me.”

Watching Jeremy closely, Meryn thought she saw a flicker of disappointment flash across his face. This was quickly replaced by another of his smiles as he spoke to her again. “It will be a cherished privilege to be able to attend and serve you tonight Miss Meryn.”

Responding to his smile again, and the seeming sincerity of his words, Meryn found some voice this time to respond, “Ah…thank you Jeremy. I’m sure I will…ah…appreciate any of your efforts.” Her reply must have been acceptable because it was met with an even brighter smile.

“Good. Now that we’ve taken care of that” Natasha added, “Jeremy, I believe Scott could use your assistance in finishing up the preparations for dinner. I’m starving.”

“Yes Miss Natasha.” With that Jeremy bent down and kissed Meryn”s shoes again, knelt up and said, “By your leave Miss Meryn…” and remained unmoving.

Meryn belatedly realized that he was waiting for her permission to leave. She looked over to Natasha and saw that she was surprised as well and even slightly annoyed. Well, Natasha had given him to her for the night hadn’t she? Still, she didn’t want him to get into any trouble on her behalf so she hurriedly said, “Yes, of course, go on Jeremy.” With that he bowed his head slightly, rose and went join Scott in the kitchen

“I still don’t know about this Tash.” Meryn said as soon as he was gone.

“I know he’s not much to look at Meri. Now you can see why I got Scott. But he’s very attentive and enthusiastic and will do anything he can to please you. So just relax and take it as it comes tonight. You’ve got nothing to lose, and I really do believe you’re going to enjoy all the pampering you’re going to get tonight.”

What was Meryn going to say. They hadn’t even had dinner yet, and she didn’t want to insult Natasha. Not when she was trying to rekindle their friendship, although given this night’s surprise events she wondered if that was such a good idea. No, Meryn had to admit that in her own very weird way Natasha was trying to help her. So she would just go with the flow for the rest of the night and hope that the evening would end quickly.

A short time later Scott, with Jeremy following, came in to indicate that dinner was ready. He offered his hand to help Natasha up, and Jeremy did the same for Meryn. Natasha then took Meryn by the arm and led her around the corner to the dining area with the slaves following behind. Meryn noted that there were only two place settings at the table, set across from each other. Scott pulled out a chair to seat Natasha at one, as Jeremy did for Meryn at the other. They then went into the kitchen and brought out a plate of salad for each of them, Jeremy serving one to Meryn and Scott placing the other before Natasha. That service done they went to opposite ends of the table and knelt down.

Meryn was so unsettled that she had trouble focusing on Natasha’s conversation about events at work. She ate her salad very quickly, and when finished was surprised when Jeremy arose, approached her, and politely asked if she would like more. She could only nod no, and Natasha then announced that she too was finished with her half eaten salad. Taking their cue the two slaves removed the salad plates and then returned from the kitchen with a platter of sliced steak, sauteed Brussel sprouts, and two baked potatoes. Jeremy then placed some of each on Meryn’s dinner plate, politely asking each time how much she desired, as Scott did with Natasha. They then returned to their kneeling positions at the ends of the table.

“I hope you will forgive me for the rather plain dinner Meri.” Natasha offered “Scott isn’t a very good cook yet, so I thought I would keep it rather simple tonight.”

“Everything has been fine Tash.” Meryn then decided to finally ask the question that had been bothering her throughout the meal.

“What and when do they eat, Tash?”

“Oh, you mean the slaves? Why our leftovers of course. Although looking at Jeremy I think it would be a blessing if we didn’t leave anything tonight.” What a cruel thing to say Meryn thought as she couldn’t help but glance at Jeremy. “But I want to keep Scott healthy, so I always allow him to make a little more that I usually need. So don’t worry Meri, there should be enough for them to pick over while they’re cleaning up”

Meryn’s appetite seemed to decrease after that, and she softly declined each of Jeremy’s polite inquiries of whether she desired more . As the slaves cleared the table, Natasha announced that she had a surprise dessert, which Scott then brought in.

“Tash. Wow. A strawberry rhubarb pie from Grandma’s. You remembered it’s my favorite. When did you have the chance to go get it?” Meryn asked, knowing that Grandma’s was an hour drive outside the city.

“I didn’t. I sent Scott today. I wanted something special for you, and I know how much you like it.”

Feeling somewhat better after a large piece of her favorite pie, Meryn and Natasha retired back to the livingroom while the slaves cleaned up. Natasha wasted no time after they sat down.

“Well, what do you think about all this Meri?”

“Oh I don’t know Tash. I really don’t think it’s for me.” That was really putting it mildly Meryn thought to herself.

“I know he’s somewhat grotesque looking Meri,” That was a way too harsh assessment thought Meryn, although she had to admit that she had always been turned off by fat men, “but he’s well trained, and he’s already broken in, so he’s perfect for you to try it all out with, at your own pace. If you don’t like it, get rid of him. But if you do, and I really think you will if you give it a chance, I’ll help you find someone much better like Scott. They’re out there Meri, believe me. Think of Jeremy as a starter slave.”

Meryn didn’t want to think of anything of the sort. She wanted nothing to do with any of this. She had to let Natasha know.

“Tash, I just can’t. I don’t think it would be right.”

Natasha misunderstood. “Oh, because you think that you’re taking him from me. Nothing of the sort.” And before Meryn could reply Natasha shouted for Jeremy to come in.

Jeremy hurried in from the kitchen, knelt and performed the now familiar obeisance to Natasha, and then knelt back on his knees.

“Jeremy, one of the other reasons I had you come over tonight,” Natasha began without preamble, “was to inform you that I will no longer be requiring your services. Scott has been meeting my needs quite adequately, and I think you can understand why you are no longer necessary.”

Meryn couldn’t help but notice the terrible hurt that registered on Jeremy’s face as he listened to Natasha’s pronouncement.

“But it so happens that Miss Meryn may be looking to take on a slave, and if you’ve impressed her tonight she may consider you on a trial basis.

What was Natasha doing? How could she even think?

Jeremy slowly shifted on his knees to face Meryn. His attempt at a smile could not fully mask the wound he was still feeling.

“It would be a tremendous privilege Miss Meryn if you would allow me the opportunity to be of some service to you.”

Meryn could only blink her eyes as she struggled to find something to say to him. Finally, “Jeremy,” she said softly, “I don’t think so. This is not something I think I want.”

Silence. She couldn’t say any more.

“Of course not.” Natasha interjected. “How unforgivable of me Meri, to expect you to take my leavings. You certainly deserve something better than someone else’s reject. I’ll help you find someone much more suitable.”

Meryn was furious. How could Natasha be like this. She looked at Jeremy, whose head was now bowed, his lips compressed as if he was biting them. No one deserved to be treated like this, and she was not going to allow Natasha to have her become a party to Jeremy’s rejection. Not twice in the same night. Against her better judgement, but in anger she spoke up.

“That won’t be necessary Tash.” Back to Jeremy more softly “What I was trying to say Jeremy is that this is not something I want to discuss tonight.” A pause to consider, then a plunge ahead. “Tomorrow is Saturday. Do you know the coffee shop on the corner of Taylor and Vine Street?” A block from her brownstone.

“No Miss Meryn, but I’m sure I can find it.”

“Good, meet me there tomorrow around eleven, and we can…uh…well talk about this some more.”

“Thank you Miss Meryn. I will certainly be there.”

Meryn nodded, and then to Natasha, “Well Tash, it’s certainly been a most interesting evening. You’ve clearly taken my mind off other matters for the moment, so thank you for that. But I find I’m very tired now. I think it must be the wine, and I think I should be going.

Natasha smiled as she accompanied Meryn to the door and kissed her on the cheek. “Well done Meri”

Don’t bet on it, Meryn thought as she said goodnight.

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When I woke next morning, for a second, I was confused about where I was it wasn’t my room. Then I remembered, smiling I turned to mom, she was still asleep. Pulling back the sheet I looked at her naked body, the body I’d grown so used to in such a short time, barely over 24 hours. I could see traces of my cum from our last session on her thighs and pubic hair, I leaned over and kissed each breast, and then woke her with a kiss on her mouth. “Morning, mom.”

“Morning, Wayne.”

“Before we go to church we’d better clean the house a little.” I said. Climbing out I reached down and pulled mom from bed. “No clothes. Either of us.”

Mom just smiled and went into the toilet. After she returned we headed downstairs. There wasn’t really very much to do, have breakfast, and a little straightening. But those chores are so much more fun when you’re not wearing clothes. The chores took a little longer than they should have. We were both looking at the other. Any job takes on a new meaning when you do it naked I guess. Finally we were finished. It was time to move onto the next stage of my plan. I took moms hand and led her upstairs. We didn’t go to bed as she obviously expected, (she could quite clearly see my erect cock leading the way) instead we went into the bathroom and I started the shower. Fortunately it is a large shower. Once the water reached the correct temperature I led mom into the stall.

As the water cascaded over us I started to wash her. First I’d soap up the cloth and then gently run it over her body, stroking her, caressing her. I washed her entire body, except for her pussy; I was saving that for last. When it was finally time to wash it, I soaped up my hand instead. As I washed her pussy with my bare hand I told her I’d want to shave her pubic hair later. Mom just grinned. Then it was her turn to wash me; she did the same as I had done. The feel of her hand washing my cock and balls was wonderful. I decided then and there that from now on, whenever we could, this would be the way we’d shower in future, having someone else wash you is so much better.

Once the last of the soapsuds were washed away I moved forward, pushing mom up against the wall, kissing her, hard. Her arms tightened around me as our bodies crushed together, and the water played over us. I reached down and started to caress the pussy that I’d become so familiar with, mom reached for my cock. We kissed harder. Then I splayed the lips of her slit open, and crouched slightly. Mom, realising what I intended guided my cock into her pussy. When I felt the head safely enclosed in the entrance to her vagina, I slowly eased in, pushing mom up against the wall as I did so. Once I had fully penetrated her, I cupped her buttocks and lifted her. Mom automatically wrapped her legs behind my butt. We adjusted ourselves slightly until we were both comfortable. Then I began to fuck her. As I drove in and out of her body, I moved her forward and backward with my hands. “Harder, Wayne, faster, I want it all.” She gasped in my ear. I obliged as she covered my face with kisses. ankara2010.com It seemed to go on and on, but it really was probably only three or four minutes before I shot my cum. Once more my mothers vagina and womb were filled with her sons seed. I quickly lowered her to the floor and turned off the shower. We just stood there, heads on each others shoulders, totally fulfilled.

I realised that we didn’t have much time left. I dragged mom out of the shower and we quickly dried each other. “Come on, we have to get ready for church.” I told her. “Today you will wear no underwear at all.” Mom just nodded, she went to her closet, picked out a dress and put it on over her naked body. “You know this is not right, going to church without any underwear, with my sons sperm in my belly.” I could tell she wasn’t really concerned, in fact she seemed turned on with the thought, so I just told her that from now on I’d be the one that would say what was right or wrong for us.

To make sure she didn’t make a mess on her way out I had her cup her hand over her pussy, holding it closed, so my cum wouldn’t escape. Then, in the car, I pulled her dress up so, if there were any leakage, it wouldn’t mark her dress, and, not wanting to mark the seat I replaced her hand with mine. We drove with my hand fully planted between her legs, covering her pussy. When we arrived, at the last minute before we got out, I removed my hand and pulled down her dress.

In church all I could think of was my mother, my lover, sitting next to me listening to the sermon, naked under her dress, with my cum trickling out of her pussy. I was hard the whole time. It got even worse when mom stopped to talk to the minister as we were about to leave. From where I was standing I noticed a small glob of semen slowly run down her thigh. She looked as if butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth. Once she was finished talking I rushed her to the car, I wanted to get home, fast. Mom, however wasn’t in a hurry, “I felt really depraved when I was talking to the minister. I was thinking if only he knew I was fucking my son. Then I felt your cum on my leg, God it was exciting, knowing if anyone looked they could see that I’d just had sex. Even if they didn’t know whose sperm was running down my leg.”

When we got home I jumped mom as soon as the door closed, again I fucked her in the hall. This time as I drove into mom I could feel the remnants of our previous coupling; I could feel the sperm my cock was displacing coating my cock and balls, and her pussy lips. It was enough to drive me over the edge quite quickly, adding a new load to her pussy. Once we came down from our high, mom said that it had been great, but that she was worried about how much time we’d have together after Debbie came home next weekend. I told her not to worry, so long as we were careful we’d have plenty of opportunities to be together. By now I was starting to become erect again, it’s hard not to when you’re holding your naked mother in your arms. Mom just laughed when she felt my organ prodding her belly. “Looks like Wayne is ready for a little more fun with his mother, I know I am.”

Standing mom grasped my cock and led me by it into the kitchen. There she sat me down on a chair and fell to her knees in front of me. “Lets just get this nice and ready for me.” She said. She took my cock into her mouth, gently sucking and lubricating it. When she was satisfied, she stood, and, holding my cock erect guided it into her pussy as she lowered herself onto it. Once my cock was fully seated in her vagina she slowly started to ride me, all I could really do was sit there as she set the pace. It was the first time I’d been able to watch my cock entering my mother the sight blew my mind. The feeling of my cock driving into her already cum filled pussy was wonderful, we’d never done it twice so close together before, I reached down to stimulate her clit so she would be able to come as well. And it was her climax that triggered mine, the muscles of her vagina contracted on my cock, once again I came in my woman, and that was what she really was, mine. The fact that she was also my mother didn’t matter. I was just a male, mating with his female.

We sat there, still joined for several minutes. Then, looking at me, mom said, “I’m really full, I better be careful or I could make a mess.”

Realising what she meant I told her to get off me. She did, holding her hand over her pussy to keep my semen from running out of her. I went over and got a glass, then I placed it on the chair and positioned mom over it. I told her to take her hand away and let my cum run into the glass. Mom immediately did as I asked, after the initial flow of sperm mom opened her slit and concentrated on contracting her vaginal muscles to deposit more of my cum. By now I was on my knees, within inches of her pussy, watching everything, watching my cum trickle out of my mothers open vagina. When no more semen came out I picked up the glass, telling her that her snack was ready. Without the slightest hesitation mom took the glass and drank it straight down, she even licked around the sides of the glass to get the last few drops.

Leaving mom I went upstairs and got my shaving gear and a towel, it was time to shave moms’ pubic hair. Getting back, I spread the towel on the kitchen counter and then helped her up onto it; I spread her legs and moved between them. First I dampened her curls, then applied the shaving foam, finally I was ready to begin. With short strokes I carefully removed the hair above her pussy. Then, holding her labia to the side, I shaved the left side of her pussy, and then the right. Finally I wiped up the few drops of foam that remained, it was done, moms’ pussy was completely bare. “So, mom, what do you think?”

Mom bent forward to get a better look, “Well, it looks a little strange, I haven’t been bare like this since I was shaved before I delivered you and your sister. The real question is what do you think?”

“I love it mom, your pussy looks so different without hair, and I think it looks even sexier than before. You’ll have to be careful next time you sunbathe though, you don’t want to be burned there.”

“You’re right about that Wayne. Wayne?”

“Yes, mom?”

“Do you think you could fuck me again now, just to see what it feels like, you know, as an experiment?”

Looking at my naked mother sitting there, with her shaved pubic mound, I decided that I’d like to take part in that experiment, very much. Taking moms hand we went upstairs to her room, no, on second thoughts I changed my mind, I guided mom into Debbies room, I wanted to take her in my sisters’ bed. Mom didn’t complain, she just went straight to the bed and, turning the covers down, climbed in and waited for me to follow. She didn’t have long to wait.

I took mom in my arms and our bodies came together, I held her as we kissed, our mouths meeting in kiss after kiss, our tongues exploring each others mouths as we deepened our kissing. I began to run my hands over moms beautiful body. Pulling my mouth away from hers I dropped my head and took one of her nipples into my mouth, gently sucking on it as I caressed her other breast with my hand. Then I felt her hand reach for my rising cock, not wanting to be left behind I moved my hand into her crotch. Her pussy felt strange without the hair, strange but good. I could immediately feel that she was well lubricated, it was time. I rolled mom over onto her back and mounted her, holding her pussy open as she guided me in. I easily sank into her excited body, as mom hooked her legs around me. Once my cock was properly seated I began to slowly fuck my mother. Each time I drove into her depths my mother arched her hips wanting more, I gave her everything I had, wishing I was bigger so I could give her more. We established our now familiar rhythm; we were both now attuned to each others needs, and did everything we could to see they were met. I moved my mouth to moms ear, kissing her all the way. “How does it feel, mom, having sex in your daughters bed, with your son?”

Mom laughed, “It’s great, it’s such a turn on. Making love in your sisters bed, what will you think of next.”

I was coming closer and closer to release until, finally, it was time. I drove into mom, harder and faster as the crisis approached. Mom slipped her hand between us and started to play with her clit. We both came together, my cum spurting, well, dribbling (after all it was the fourth time today) into her as she reached her orgasm.

Exhausted I dragged myself off of mom, slumping beside her, as my equally exhausted cock deflated.

After a while mom kissed me, “Thank you Wayne, that was just what I needed. So what did you think of my shaved pussy?”

I reached over and caressed her pussy, “It was wonderful, mom, I think it’s great.”

Mom looked down at my hand on her bare pussy, “I think it does too. I’ll tell you one thing though, we’re going to have to change Debbies sheets and air the room out, or she’ll know something happened here.”

Looking down I noticed the damp spot on the sheet and had to agree. I also realised that I would have to make the most of the time we had until Debbie returned. It was going to be a busy week, and I couldn’t wait.

To be continued.

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Zoe sat in the booth, her eyes trained on the door, her right leg bouncing up and down with the speed of a jackhammer. Her face and chest were flushed, physical evidence of her nervousness. She checked her phone again to check the time they were supposed to meet for the seventh time. She had arrived early so she could pick a good spot and get some liquid courage into her system before her date showed up. Now her cranberry vodka was half gone, and her nerves had only increased since she sat down.

Needing something to occupy herself, she stared down at her drink, using her straw as an ice pick to break up the ice cubes. As she separated the last two she heard the swish of fabric and the gentle creak of the vinyl booth.

“I hope you haven’t been waiting long,” a soothing voice invaded her thoughts.

Zoe shook her head, looking up. “Just a few minutes,” she lied, her eyes meeting her date’s gaze. The eyes that met hers were a pale brown. Zoe was suddenly very thankful for the dim lighting that helped to hide her blush. The woman sitting across from her was easily the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

Dark blonde curls fell to her shoulders, perfectly framing her face. Her lips were full, forming the perfect, kissable pout and painted a soft pink. She was wearing a dusky lavender shirt that showcased her breasts, the fabric was sheer enough that Zoe thought she saw a bar pierced through on of the nipples that were standing at full attention. Some of her nerves died away and she was glad she hadn’t chickened out on meeting Sadie tonight.

Sadie signaled the waitress and ordered a drink. As the waitress walked away she leaned forward across the table. “Zoe, I know you’re nervous, but there’s no reason to lie.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve been here for almost fifteen minutes.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I’ve been here for almost twenty minutes. I wanted to be here when you got arrived. I hid at a table back there” she gestured to a table in the darkened corner “and watched you before I came over here.”

Zoe took another sip of her drink, taking in the information. A small part of her was weirded out, but the largest part of her was oddly soothed by the knowledge that Sadie had taken time to observe before coming over to her, letting her calm down and get more comfortable with the situation.

The waitress returned with Sadie’s drink and she raised her glass in a toast “to new experiences”. Zoe clinked her tumbler against Sadie’s and smiled as she took a sip.

For years, Zoe had found herself fascinated with the idea of two women kissing and cuddling. Over time those fantasies had evolved and become more sexual to the point that whenever she masturbated, it was to lesbian sex. It was nothing she ever thought she would act on but enjoyed keeping it as her secret fantasy.

One night, after another horrible date, she drowned herself in a bottle of wine and made herself a new online dating profile on a lesbian dating site. The next morning she woke up and saw dozens of notifications on her phone, all from the app she had completely forgotten she had downloaded. Many of the messages were not ones that she would ever have responded to, but one stood out from the rest.

SassySadie: Good morning beautiful! I’m sure you’re being flooded with messages right now from women trying to get into your pants, but I wanted to reach out and let you know that if you just need a friend or someone to talk to, I’m here for you!

Zoe spent a long time staring at the message, not sure how to respond. She clicked on Sadie’s profile samsun escort and liked everything that she read and all the pictures she saw. Heart pounding, she replied to the sweet message.

NewbieZoe: Thank you for your message. I am completely new to this and have no idea what I’m doing!

SassySadie: We’ve all been there! Can I ask what made you join this website?

NewbieZoe: Too much wine and a horrible date.

SassySadie: LOL. I’ve been there myself. How do you feel about it now?

NewbieZoe: Honestly? Completely out of my mind with nerves.

SassySadie: What can I do to help ease your nerves?

From that point on, Zoe found herself being completely open with this woman she had met. For once in her life, Zoe didn’t find herself trying to figure out what she was supposed to say, instead answering openly and honestly. Their conversations never felt awkward or stunted and every time her phone buzzed she felt a rush of excitement, hoping it was Sadie and disappointed when it wasn’t. Things progressed slowly, which suited Zoe just fine. Early this afternoon Sadie asked if she wanted to meet tonight for a drink to see if they clicked. She’d agreed, and now here they were.

“How nervous are you right now?” Sadie asked, interrupting Zoe’s thoughts.

“Not much anymore. I was until you got here, but this just feels…right.”

Sadie smiled, dimples flashing in her cheeks. “I’m glad to hear you say that. I don’t want any of this to be weird for you.”

“I do have one question though,” Zoe said, proud of herself for putting the topic on the table.

“You can ask me anything.”

“What are you expecting out of tonight? Or just this” she gestured between the two of them with her hand “in general?”

Sadie took a slow sip of her drink, her lips pursing around the straw in a way that made Zoe want to be that straw. “Well, at the risk of freaking you out, I want to finish these drinks and go back to my place.”

Zoe gulped, then took another sip of her drink. With a sudden surge of daring, she tipped her glass back and drained the rest of her cocktail. Setting the glass back down she licked her lips. “I’m all done.”

Sadie smiled and let out a low mmm before pushing her drink aside. “I’m suddenly not thirsty anymore.” She tossed a twenty on the table and stood, reaching for Zoe’s hand. “Let’s go.”

Butterflies danced in her stomach as she took Sadie’s hand. She followed her through the dimly lit bar to the parking lot. “Did you drive?” Sadie asked.

Zoe shook her head. “I wanted to be open to anything that might happen tonight, so I took an Uber.”

“Good girl. Are you good to ride with me?”

“I am.”

Sadie led her to a black SUV and opened the passenger door for her. Zoe expected that Sadie would shut the door and go around to the driver’s side, but instead Sadie reached across her to buckle her seatbelt. Once she buckle snapped into place she leaned back and rubbed the backs of her knuckles against Zoe’s cheek. “If I kiss you now we won’t make it back to my house until after we’ve been arrested for indecent exposure.”

Zoe blushed. “Then we better get going.”

The whole drive to Sadie’s house Sadie kept her hand on Zoe’s thigh. Zoe felt like a live wire, aching for more of Sadie’s touch. Luckily, Sadie didn’t live far and they made it to her house just a few minutes after they left the bar.

They held hands as they walked into the house. “I’ve never done this before,” Zoe blurted.

Sadie curled a hand around Zoe’s neck and leaned in so that their foreheads were touching. “I samsunkurdu.com know, baby.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“That’s okay, baby. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.” She leaned in and brushed her lips across Zoe’s.

Zoe sighed as a brief jolt of pleasure rushed through her system. Her mouth opened and she felt Sadie’s tongue tracing the inside edge of her lips. She opened her mouth further, inviting her to deepen the kiss. Sadie obliged, taking control of her mouth, stroking her tongue alongside Zoe’s and exploring every crevice. Zoe moaned, kissing Sadie back with everything she had in her. She lifted her hands from her sides and speared them into Sadie’s dusky curls

When Sadie pulled back Zoe let out a whimper. “Why did you stop?” she whined.

Sadie chuckled. “Don’t worry, we’ll get back to the kissing. Right now, I want to see more of you.”

Zoe blushed but nodded. “Out here?” She asked, looking around the living room.

Sadie shook her head and tugged Zoe down the hallway to a softly lit room. A bed covered in pillows dominated the space. They stopped next to the bed as Sadie tugged Zoe’s shirt up over her head, their lips smooching together as Sadie’s hands roamed her body. Zoe’s bra came next, her nipples hardening instantly in the chilled air.

“Oh look at these tits,” Sadie exclaimed, her breath brushing hot over Zoe’s skin. Her teeth lightly nipped across Zoe’s right nipple before sucking it deeply into her mouth. “You taste delicious.”

All Zoe could do was moan and run her fingers through Sadie’s hair as her lover explored her body. Sadie moved her mouth across her breasts randomly. Sometimes nipping, sucking at other times, laving her rock-hard nipples with her dexterous tongue. “You would look gorgeous with your nipples pierced,” Sadie told her.

“Like yours?”

Sadie winked, “So you noticed?”

Zoe brushed a finger over the pierced nipple. “It definitely drew my attention.”

“Want to see it?”

Zoe nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”

“Take off my shirt,” Sadie ordered.

Zoe obeyed eagerly, flinging the flimsy shirt across the room to land over by the dresser. Sadie wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts landed in Zoe’s eager hands. She couldn’t control herself and immediately ducked her head to suck on one nipple, drawing it hard into her mouth. She moaned around the nipple, not sure how she had gone so long without these feelings.

“Holy fuck, you’re good at that,” Sadie breathed. “Suck it harder.”

Zoe obliged, moving to the pierced nipple, sucking hard around the bar that ran horizontally through the dusty rose nub. She alternated between the two nipples, loving the responses she elicited from Sadie. Each moan sent another rush of wetness between her thighs until she was clutching her legs together, trying to soothe the ache.

Two hands tugged on her hair, drawing her mouth away from Sadie’s tits. “Why’d you stop me?”

Sadie kissed her hungrily before replying. “I’m dying to get between your legs, baby girl. Get on the bed,” she ordered, shoving Zoe backwards onto the bed.

For the first time, Zoe regretted wearing pants. If she had worn a skirt, Sadie would be eating her out right now. She couldn’t wait to feel Sadie’s tongue exploring her folds, delving into her aching slit. She wriggled her hips, trying to help Sadie get the tight jeggings off her legs. She kicked the denim free, sending her heels along with it.

“Look at the pretty pussy baby,” Sadie groaned, staring at her lace-covered mound. “It’s so wet, just for me.”

“All for you. I’ve never been this wet.”

Sadie’s grin was sly. “Oh, you’ll be much wetter before the night is through.” She hooked her thumbs in the fabric, “Do you like these panties, baby?” Zoe shook her head. “Good,” she said, tugging hard on the fabric, ripping it from Zoe’s body.

Zoe gasped, goosebumps erupting over her flesh. “Ohmigod. That’s so hot.”

Sadie took one of Zoe’s ankles in each hand and spread her legs wide. “Oh look at that beautiful cunt. It’s glistening, begging for my touch. You want me to eat you, baby?” She knelt down and blew gently over Zoe’s exposed clit.

“Yes! Ohmigod yes!” Zoe fairly screamed and Sadie dove in.

Zoe hadn’t been eaten out in years, but even with the distant memory she knew she had never been devoured like this. Sadie was rough, then gentle, tugging at her clit, pulling it hard between her lips. She kept Zoe’s legs held in her hands, though she now held her by the thighs, keeping her legs spread so she could access all of Zoe’s pussy. Her tongue slid in and out of Zoe’s quivering cunt, fucking her as deeply as she could.

Sadie moaned into Zoe’s slit, “this is the most delicious pussy I have ever tasted. You’re close to cumming, aren’t you, baby girl?”

“Yes, so close.”

“Has a man ever given you so much pleasure?”

Zoe shook her head, thrashing against the pillows, desperately wanting Sadie’s mouth back on her. “No. Never.”

Sadie nipped at her clit again. “Do you want a man to eat at this pussy?”

“No, no. Only you. Please. Just eat me.”

Sadie slipped a finger into Zoe’s needy cunt, feeling it pulse around her, trying to bring it deeper inside her. “Such a greedy pussy,” she slid another finger inside. “I’m going to make you cum so hard, baby girl.”

Sadie attacked Zoe’s pussy with fervor, fucking her fingers in and out of her weeping slit. She sucked hard at her clit, pulling it deeply into her mouth, sucking relentlessly in time to the thrust of her fingers. Zoe bucked against her mouth and came, screaming, her hands pulling Sadie’s mouth harder against her pussy.

As she came down from her orgasmic high, Sadie pulled back and nuzzled the inside of Zoe’s thigh. “How was that, baby girl?”

Zoe mumbled something incoherently, smiling a dreamy smile. Sadie slid up onto the bed, pulling Zoe along with her to cuddle into the pillows. Sadie ran her fingers through her lover’s hair as Zoe continued to float down from her orgasm. “Thank you,” the shy girl murmured, nuzzling her head into Sadie’s breasts.

“Oh, I have so much more to show you, my precious girl.”

“You do?” Zoe wriggled closer. “Hey, you took off your pants. When did you do that?”

“You were a little busy while you came, so I slipped them off.”

Zoe pouted. “I wanted to take off your pants.”

Sadie laughed. “You’ll get to next time, babe.”

“Can I eat you out next time?”

“That’s just one of the many things I have to show you, sweetness.”

“What else are you going to show me?”

Sadie pointed to the drawer of the nightstand. “Open that drawer and see.”

Reluctantly, Zoe pulled away from her new lover and opened the drawer. She gasped as the contents came into view. There were dildos, beads, handcuffs, scarves, and so much more. “What’s this?” she asked, pulling out a hot pink dildo with leather straps.

“That’s a strap on, babe. I’m going to fuck you with it.”

Zoe blushed. “Are you going to fuck me with it now?”

Sadie smiled and pulled Zoe close to her again, tossing the strap on in the direction of the open nightstand drawer. “We’ve got lots of time to try out all the toys, baby. We won’t even come close to using them all tonight.”

Zoe kissed Sadie, sending her tongue into Sadie’s mouth with a moan. “I can’t wait.”

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To the reader: I hope you can tell by now that I love writing stories like this. I never intended this simple brother-sister one to turn into a saga, but your comments and private feedback have encouraged me to let it keep coming to me. It surprises me every time. Writing is the first joy, and your feedback is the second. Don’t let any author try to tell you otherwise. Thank you. – Brandie

Emily was my best friend in high school. She had gone off to college in New York while I went to a small school in North Carolina. Today was one of those rare chances for the two of us to catch up, since I had the day off and her summer internship had just ended.

We were sitting around a table on the deck at my parents’ house, under a big green umbrella, sipping some sangria that Emily had brought. My parents were both at work. My little brother, Jordan, was home, but he left us girls alone. In idle moments I wondered if he would want to play our game after Emily left. I had been enjoying our little game and it had been a few days now since the last time.

Emily had on a bright yellow summer dress with a tiny print. It had little strings on the shoulders and was ruffled across the breast, made to be worn with no bra. Unlike my small chest, hers filled out the dress properly.

I had on what I called boy-shorts: soft flannel things cut like oversized boxer shorts. They were pink, and above them I wore a loose white tank tee, also with no bra underneath. It was baggy enough that it revealed nothing about my chest, as I wanted it.

Along with the wine, Emily had also brought a copy of Penthouse magazine that she had “borrowed” from her younger brother.

We looked and giggled together and sometimes gasped at the girls who were splayed so obscenely across the well-used pages. But looking at “wide open beavers” – or “WOBs” as Kurt Vonnegut called them – had only so much interest for two college girls. Emily turned to the “letters” section and, reading to herself for a second, wiggled in her chair and grinned, “oh, listen to this!”

She proceeded to read me a story about a man who had been working as a nude model when the gorgeous, 36-24-36 blonde who was drawing him set down her pencils and had sex with him three different ways. Although I’d seen a boy start to get hard again not long after having one orgasm, it sure seemed to me that three in a row was a bit much.

“I never dreamt this would happen to me,” indeed!

Although we both laughed, I felt a familiar warmth start to grow in my middle.

I grabbed the magazine from Emily and read the next letter to her. It was from a woman who really enjoyed sharing the magazine with her husband, and who took inspiration from the photos of some of the girls to let her husband enjoy her anally for the first time. I remember she described the feeling as “not unfamiliar,” and I wasn’t sure I wanted to know what that meant. In fact, I squirmed a little thinking about having a penis in there. I mean, I knew some people did that, but, ouch.

With a few glasses of sangria in me, and the pleasure of being with Emily, I was becoming nicely relaxed. The raunchy discussion of sex between us, even if it was just other peoples’ crazy fantasies, kept a pleasant tension growing in my belly.

It was Emily’s turn, and she read a story about a young man masturbating alone in his room, describing in some detail the way he touched his penis and cupped his balls to give himself pleasure. Then came a tap on his door and, too quickly, his mother had walked in with a stack of clean laundry. Confronted with his obvious predicament, she had frozen on the spot. Meanwhile, the sight of a woman observing his private business had pushed him over the top, and he described how he coated himself with “buckets of goo” right there in front of his mom.

“Buckets of goo.” Honestly, who thinks of these phrases?

But you know, of course, what that story had brought to my mind. My own little brother, 19-year-old Jordan. This summer, I had discovered that he liked letting me watch him masturbate. And I discovered that I liked watching it, too. In fact, just a few days ago, we had each pulled off our bottoms and pleasured ourselves in our turn, right here on the deck.

Unaware of my thoughts, Emily let out a “whew” and made a show of wiping her brow as she passed the magazine back to me. There was one letter left.

“I’ve never seen a boy do that,” she said, “but I just know my brother does it. What else would he be doing with this stuff?” She gestured at the magazine. I blushed as I fumbled to pick it up.

“Whoa, what are you blushing for? Don’t tell me… Have you … you know … ever watched a guy doing that?” I avoided her eyes. Seeing me hesitate, she rushed on. “You have! Oh, no, girl, you have to tell me all about it. My God, tekirdağ escort that’s so nasty! Really? Who was it? What was it like?”

I was embarrassed to the limit. I gave her a weak smile and held up one finger and stood, making like I had to go to the bathroom.

“I want to hear everything when you get back,” she called after me.

I did not have to pee. Instead, I went quickly down into the family room, where my brother, Jordan, was alone playing bumper pool on the little table down there. I noticed that two windows high up on the wall of the converted basement were open.

“Jesus, Jordan! Were you listening? Could you hear us?” I asked in a low tone, unable to hold back a smile.

He laughed gently. “Yep. I heard. I know why you’re here and the answer is ‘no.'”

“Oh Jordan, come on. I think she would love it. Why not? You know I do!”

“Really? I think she’d just think I’m a loser.”

“I think you’ve got it all wrong. You need to trust me on this.” He looked at me and raised his chin in a way that said “I’m listening.”

“Just let me ask her, please? And you can listen and see what she says.” I gestured toward the open window. “I’m telling you, she’ll love it.” And I added, even more softly, “and then she’ll owe you one.” I could not resist a wink.

My little brother moved away from the bumper pool table and set down his cue. I thought I detected a bulge in his crotch. He just shrugged, saying nothing. “Wait here!” I whispered, and practically flew back up and out to the deck.

I sat down across from Emily, doing my best to suppress a smile.

“So, Emily,” I said slowly.

She leaned forward to hear my story. “No, wait,” she interrupted quickly. “Tell me it wasn’t Bill Kelly, isn’t he the one you … you know…?” She meant the boy whose cum I had swallowed the summer after graduating from high school.

“No,” I assured her. “Better.” This got an appreciative “ooh” out of her and she clapped her hands.

“What if,” I began, still dragging it out slowly, “what if you could actually watch a guy do it for you right now, live?” Her eyes went big and round, and her mouth was following suit, as the realization came to her.

“Jordan!? No!” and she leaned forward so far she nearly came out of her chair. “Oh my God, I mean yes! Are you serious? He…” and she made a gesture with her hand simulating a guy stroking himself. “Oh my God!” she repeated.

“Do you want to? I’m sure he would if you want.”

“Girl, what are we waiting for?” I had expected I could eventually talk her into watching him. I was a bit surprised, however, at her eagerness. I guess I was not the only girl who liked watching a man showing his most private touch for me.

She stood up and gave me a “get moving” gesture. I led her down to the family room where my little brother was setting up another game of bumper pool. He looked at me and blushed when Emily and I came in. He avoided looking at her.

“Well, bro, she said ‘yes.’ In fact, I think what she said was ‘hell yes.'” Emily gasped and slapped me lightly on the arm.

He kept his eyes on me and said, “Well, you know the deal. I’m not the only one who loses my pants.” Crap. I hadn’t thought of this. My secret was out. Emily was staring at me now with her jaw open and it was my turn to blush. “In fact,” he went on, “since I’m … since there’s two of you, I think someone should get naked. All the way.”

Emily and I stumbled on each other’s hurried denials. “Oh no. No way.”

“Ok, fine,” he said, and pretended to go back to his game.

To my surprise, it was Emily who wouldn’t let go. “We’ll make it fair. We’ll … we’ll play a hand of Hearts, and the loser has to strip.” Hearts was a game that Emily and I and our friends had played a million times over the years. “Jordan plays too, but his score doesn’t matter, just me and you.”

I really, really didn’t want to show my chest to my brother, any more than I wanted to be naked with him where Emily could see us. But her compromise seemed only fair, and the sangria and my desire were out-voting me. So with a slight feeling of dread at where this might lead – what I might have to do – I gave in and grabbed a deck of cards from the game closet. We sat on the floor around the coffee table and my kid brother removed the two of clubs and dealt out the 51 remaining cards.

I picked up my cards and sorted them. I looked worriedly at the Ace, King and ten of Diamonds; that could be trouble. But there was not much else in my hand. No high Spades, and just two low Hearts. The rest I could find a way to get rid of.

Emily, to Jordan’s left, played first. We played a few tricks without breaking the ice, and finally Emily was the first to take a Heart. Nice. I relaxed a bit thinking that I was forumagic.com one card closer to keeping my clothing on my little breasts.

When Emily took the second heart, a nagging doubt rose in my mind. By the time she had collected five of them, I was sure.

She’s shooting the moon, damn it, I thought, biting my tongue to avoid table talk with my brother. Shooting the moon: a truly appropriate name under the circumstances, I thought with a wry smile. If she took all the “bad” tricks, she would win. It was risky, sure, but sometimes the only way out if you had a lot of high cards. It failed often enough, and when it did it failed spectacularly, leaving that player with most, but not all, of the unwanted cards.

Emily must have a very bad hand. She was playing all-or-nothing with her modesty. And mine.

“Little brother,” I willed him to read my thoughts, “do something! You’ve got to protect me. Take one before it’s too late. Too late for me. Don’t make me be the one who has to undress.” But I respected the rules and said nothing.

She led out the high Spades, trying to draw the Queen. Jordan must have had it. He ducked the Ace and the King. With that, Emily gave an exasperated sigh and led a low Club with a gesture of surrender. She had failed and she already had five hearts against her. I smiled triumphantly, imagining her shame as she dropped the cute summer dress in front of us. My brother was going to love watching that.

I had to take the Club trick with only the five. I pushed a low Spade at my brother, and he smiled broadly at me before playing the Queen. Emily dropped another high Heart on the trick, now desperately trying to get rid of her winners. But the first bridge had been crossed; my brother had taken one for me, preventing Emily from getting them all. It was 14 points for him, but as Emily had pointed out, that didn’t matter. He would be stripping for us no matter who won the game. This was between Emily and me. And he was on my side.

Alas, brother led a Diamond, and my ten was good. I was stuck in the lead with few cards left and the knot in my belly grew as, one by one, I collected the remaining Hearts. At the end of the game, Jordan had 14 points, and Emily 5. I didn’t bother re-counting the 7 Hearts in my pile. I had lost. I would have to strip naked in front of Emily and my brother together.

Jordan stayed quiet as Emily gloated. “Come on, girl, take it off! You’re holding up the show.” I was tense, reluctant, and I felt heat spreading unwanted from my breasts to my cheeks.

We all stood, with Emily smoothing her summer dress and taking a seat in the overstuffed chair near the sofa. I looked at my brother with a nervous smile. “Turn around a sec, ok?” I asked him. He gave me his own reassuring smile and turned to face away from me, folding his arms. I turned as well, and stepped out of my boy-shorts and stopped. The top or the panties next? It didn’t matter in the end. I chose the top and removed it, and noticed Emily watching me, a hand covering her mouth. “What are you looking at?” I demanded in mock anger.

This was it. It was hard – harder than peeling off my pants on the deck for Jordan to see. I had never undressed in front of my best friend. She would see me do it now, with my brother right there in the room.

And worse, if it could be, the handfuls on my chest had never been seen by a male.

Emily reached out suddenly and yanked my panties past my knees. I felt my bareness right through me. I bent at the knees, ladylike as I could; freeing my panties, I folded and set them with the rest of my clothes. I quickly dropped onto the couch, trying my best to crawl into the corner of it and disappear. Looking at my brother standing there, his back to me, I reminded myself this was going to be worth what I was feeling right now. I was going to get another boy show, and to share it with my best friend. But my naked body was paying the price of admission for her. I vowed not to let her forget it. I drew my bare knees to my chest.

“Ok, go ahead. You can turn around now,” my voice quivered as I said it. He turned his head and found me. My hands moved involuntarily to cover my boobs.

He turned the rest of his body then, and seeing me covering myself, he cocked his head and gave me a half-hearted scowl. He peeled off his shirt, and then in one motion pushed his denim cut-offs and white briefs together to the floor. Emily let out a little “oh my God” as he straightened back up. He was hard. She whispered to me “it’s so… nice!” A whisper, but loud enough that I knew my brother could hear it.

He took himself in his hand while still standing and, returning her appreciation, he pointed himself straight at Emily. It might have been the first time he had looked directly at her. He touched himself slowly up from the base of his shaft, letting his hand slide all the way past his swollen tip. His erection bounced free and he settled himself on the corner of the sofa across from me.

The cushions shifted with his weight. Without thinking, I moved my hands down from my breasts to help me adjust on the couch. Once I settled, I quickly returned them.

“It’s ok, you know,” he said gently, subtly massaging himself as he spoke. “I think they’re really pretty if you ask me.” My own kid brother telling me, naked me, that my breasts were pretty. An odd sort of gratitude washed over me and a tingle ran over my skin.

“She has beautiful breasts,” Emily responded firmly. “I can see you don’t mind looking,” she added, giggling as she nodded at his rigid member.

“Hmmmm,” he breathed, taking just one finger and rubbing the tip of it up and down the length of his penis. He had one leg bent and resting along the back of the couch, his foot a mere inches from mine. The other leg was stretched out with his foot resting down on the floor, pointed nearly at Emily. His testicles rested softly on the cushion beneath him. As he continued to touch himself lightly like that, my eyes were locked on his body, and Emily ceased to exist. My hands fell forgotten to my sides. I let one bent leg rock back and forth against the other, sending pleasant sensations coursing through me.

My brother took so much time pleasing himself, gently, slowly, lazily. He would seem to reach a plateau where his toes would stretch apart and he would breathe out a soft little moan, then remove his hand completely and draw in a gasp and start all over again. The sweet agony of want was driving me crazy; I don’t know how he lasted so long.

At last, he could postpone it no more. He tilted his head way back on the arm of the sofa and pointed his penis higher in the air than he ever had before. He gripped himself in his thumb-and-two-fingers way and his movements became quick and uneven. “Oh fuuuu…” he breathed, and then he shot stream after thick white stream of himself up in the air, looping ropes of his climax, to land on his stomach and ribs. I sensed real wetness arrive at the tops of my thighs and my nipples were so taut and sensitive just then that I’m sure they would have burst from a touch. I loved watching his seed squirting up from the fat tip of his dick.

If I thought he had pumped out a large volume of liquid before, I had seen nothing yet. Clearly, this new escalation of our secret masturbation game had brought him to a new level of climax.

He looked down at himself and quickly brought his arms in to his sides and leveled his belly. It dawned on me: he had draped so much of his fluid on his belly that if he so much as moved right now, he would drip sperm onto the fabric of the couch, and that would be a bit of a problem.

I jumped up without thinking, to get a hand towel, and in the same motion I grabbed my top, dragging it with me. As I moved, I saw Emily, remembered Emily, from the corner of my eye. She was quickly pulling down the hem of her dress and pretending to brush something from her knee. She looked up at me sheepishly, cheeks speckled red, and shrugged. I wondered if Jordan… Had she…?

There wasn’t time to finish the thought. I imagined him soiling the couch any second. I moved quickly to the downstairs powder room, pulling my top over my head as I went. It barely came down over my privates, but it was something. I grabbed a hand towel and wetted it with warm water.

When I got back, Jordan still lay there nude, his penis thick now but not hard, still awkwardly using his arms to stop his orgasm from staining the cushions. Without thinking, I reached down and began wiping his cum from the arm nearest me, so that he could free it to clean himself the rest of the way. I inspected my work and saw that there was a good bit of the stuff on his hand, the hand that he had used so slowly to produce this condition.

While Emily sat silent and still, I took my brother’s hand in the wet towel and gently cleaned his thumb and fingers. It rushed through me hard without warning that this was a deeply, unexpectedly intimate way of touching him, hand to hand, separating his fingers, taking care of his semen for him.

It had been an unstated rule that we did not touch during these games, my brother and me. Watching each other was one thing.

That barrier held solid for me, meaningful and important to me, and I hurried to finish his hand and release the raw touch; yet, as I wiped his mess from my brother’s hand one finger at a time with the cloth, something light and electric seized my heart. My bare sex felt the air burning between us.

And then a movement near his belly drew my eye, while Emily sat there yet, silent and still.

Oh God, little bro. Oh, Jesus God, not now.

Lying on the sofa right after his hot climax, bared there before Emily and me, with his hand being cleaned by me and the wet towel, my kid brother, Jordan, was hard.

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Ok this story was written by request for a girl that was into extreme verbal abuse, humiliation, and degradation. It is not for everyone but if you are into total surrender and submission then you may like this one. Just a warning that for some, it is extreme and for you real sick bastards, by your standards it may seem tame. Enjoy:

It was one of those hot summer days, which for me happen to be my favorite days cause it means that all the ladies are taking off more of their clothes to stay cool. However, as much as I like the skimpy outfits, it does mean that I have to put up with the hot weather. And wouldn’t you know it my air-conditioner broke down yesterday so to seek some relief I had to go out side to the front porch with a cold beer to drink and try to cool off. So there I am sitting on my porch chair with my beer and you came out of your house wearing some extra short cut off jeans and a half cut T shirt in your bare feet. You had a bucket of soapy water and appeared to be getting ready for a good ol fashion car wash. Oh this was going to be good. So good that I needed to run into the house and get my binoculars to catch every wet soapy detail up close and personal.

I returned just in time to see you spraying down the car and lucky for me it was a big car. “This could take a while,” I smiled and whispered under my breath. Thank God for white thin half cut T shirts and big tits. And oh man do you have some of the nicest big ol floppy, full of life tits on the block, not to mention a smoken curvy body with one of those full round asses like you see on black chicks, which happen to be my favorite types of asses to look at and fuck for that matter. Yup, you had the body of someone that could take a good hard pounding. A body that could handle some rough punishment. Not like one of those skinny super model chicks that look as if they would break at the slightest touch. I hate the way those girls look. Nothing worse than doing a chick where you can see her rib cage and spine. Most guys will agree that real anorexic skinny chicks are out and thicker women are in.

So there you were washing away at that car, getting those big tits of yours nice and soapy wet. Your nipples jutting out and the wet shirt clinging to your tits, revealing their round curves. It was clear that you were an exhibitionist and had no shame in showing off your body. With my binoculars I caught you looking in my direction and now I knew you were putting on a show for me. So I said to myself that if you weren’t shy in showing, then I wasn’t going to try and hide the fact that I was looking at you with my binoculars. This cat and mouse game went on for quite a while till I decided that I had, had enough.

It was obvious you were teasing me and what can I say, I don’t like to be teased. So I put my binoculars down and walked across the street to you. You were soaking wet and you had a slight smirky mischievous smile on your face. I spoke up and asked, “Sure is hot today Miss…….???” “Lisa. My name is Lisa.” “Nice to finally meet you Lisa. My name is Anthony. I’m sorry I haven’t been a more neighborly neighbor and welcomed you to the neighborhood.” You laughed like a little she devil at my over use of the word neighbor in one sentence but I loved the way it sounded. “It’s ok and yes it is very VERY hot. I thought washing the car would cool me off.” “Well, unfortunately, my air-conditioner quit on me yesterday so I had to resort to a cold beer and my front porch.” “Oh? Well, my air-conditioning works just fine. Why don’t you come in and cool off?” “Hmm ok, sounds good.”

As promised your house was fully air-conditioned and it felt nice. Then a question popped into my head. “Hay Lisa, here’s a question, if your house is so cool then why did you need to go outside and wash your car to cool off?” The worried look on your face sent your eyes casting downward and betrayed your innocence. “Ok Anthony, you caught me. When I saw you out on your porch I needed an excuse to go out side so I decided to wash my car. I’ve actually been trying to meet you for a while.” “How come you didn’t just knock on my door you silly girl?” “Well, I was going to but then I thought you would think I was some kind of psycho girl next door. You see Anthony, there’s something that I want to tell you about me but I’m afraid to be so open with you because we just met. But I’m going to gamble that because you’re a guy, you will understand my situation.” “Ok Lisa, I’m listening and I promise to keep an open mind.”

“Well, let me get you another beer and I will tell you my story. Please have a seat anywhere and make yourself at home.” You left the room and I sat down on your love couch. Shortly you came back with a couple of cold beers and a towel wrapped around your naked body. “Here you go.” I was stunned at your towel but before I could say anything you sat down and began your story.”Well you see I recently broke up with my boy friend for many reasons that I won’t bore you with but manisa escort it’s just as well cause he just wasn’t able to satisfy my needs. Ok Anthony, here’s where I need you to keep an open mind. By needs, I mean that he wasn’t able to explore new ways to keep things fresh in the bed room. Actually, it was more like he was unwilling to try some things I wanted to try. In a way, I sort of don’t blame him. The things I wanted him to do to me were pretty severe. Ok, so I hope you won’t think I’m weird or anything but what I really want is for a guy to take complete control over my body and my mind. I have had a normal childhood with normal parents but somewhere I began to feel a need to be treated like a complete whore. I want a guy to treat me like dirt. I want him to spit on me and call me all kinds of degrading names and make me feel like trash, like garbage, like a total fucking piece of shit. Basically I want him to have his way with me and use my body in what ever way he wants. I wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to have nothing to do with me ever again Anthony.” ” So what your telling me is that your boy friend had no spine what so ever and you want someone to treat you in a harsh way and be physical with you.” “Not someone Anthony, you. I want you to do it. And not just harsh, beyond harsh. I need to be treated and talked to like total crap. Can you do this Anthony?” After a pause and some thought I said, “Sure why not. So where should we start?” “Well, I know a good place to start. You know that broken air-conditioner of yours? Weeell I sort of, kind of, may have, had something to do with that.” “You what? You broke my air-conditioner?” “Yes, it was me. Does that make you mad? Do you want to punish me?”

I wasn’t sure what to do. I was turned on by what you were asking me to do. I mean it’s not every day that a total fox tells you that she wants you to have your way with her but now I was pissed off. You just admitted to sabotaging my air-conditioning system. Before I could speak you said, “Come on Anthony, punish me. Take your anger out on me and my body.” And that was it. It was go time. I grabbed your towel and ripped it off. I saw exactly what you were trying to do so I just decided to give in and assume the role that you were desperately looking for me to play.

Ok Lisa, you want me to get angry? You have gone too far bitch. You are going to pay all right. You’re gonna pay with your body. Get your fucken ass on your knees in front of me bitch. Now undo my belt and pants.” With my pants now around my ankles I sat in the love seat and said, “Now take off my shoes and socks and remove my pants all the way. Remove that belt from the pant loops. Hand me the belt. Ok you mother fucking cunt your going to clean my ass hole with your tongue. My hairy, poorly wiped, unkempt ass hole. And if you don’t do it right then I’m going to whip your ass with my belt.” I lifted my legs in the air and exposed my nasty ass hole. “Start licking you mother fucking bitch.” Then I grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your face into my ass. “That’s it bitch, tongue fuck my ass. Fuck it. Fuck that ass hole of mine with your tongue you fucking piece of shit. Fuck you, you god damn fucking dirty whore, drill my ass with your god damn fucking tongue. DO IT! Tongue fuck my ass hole bitch. That’s it bitch, sink that tongue in deep. How do you like the taste of my left over shit from my poorly wiped ass Lisa? HUH, you fucking tramp? That’s it, suck that shit right out of my ass. Eat it god damn you!! Eat my fucking shit Lisa!!! You fucking nasty bitch. Eat my shit you god damn mother fucking bitch. Come on Lisa, lets hear you make some animal noises while you tongue fuck my ass. Come on Lisa, grunt like a pig you fucking dirt bag. You nasty tramp. LOUDER!!!!” A swift whip to your ass made you do what I commanded of you. Immediately you started grunting and snorting like a pig. Like a god damn filthy she pig. “That’s it you dirty ass licking pig. Clean my ass with your fucking tongue and make pig noises.”

The animal noises you were making were getting me aroused. I started to get a hard on so I said, “Ok Lisa that’s enough of that. Now I want you to suck my cock but first I want you to lick my sweaty balls. OOO that’s it bitch, suck on those hairy sweaty nuts. Yeah suckum you fucking bitch. Yeah now lick the stale sweaty crease between my balls and thighs. Oh yeah bitch, I haven’t taken a shower today. Yeah that’s it. Lick that old rotten sweat down there you mother fucking piece of shit. Fuck you, you god damn son of a bitch!!! Start sucking my god damn cock now slut!! OOO yeah, that’s it Lisa, suck that cock nice and hard. Yeah I want you to stroke it with your hand while you suck on it. Oh yeah, scrape your teeth on my dick head. Oh bite it. That’s it, nibble on the head. OOOO that feels so fucking good Lisa. Now shove it all the way down your throat. That’s it bitch, swallow that cock. Swallow it god damn you.” I took your head in my hands and kushinagar.net forced your head all the way down your mouth till I felt it hit the back of your throat and held you down for a few seconds. You tried to back out but I held you down. “Oh no bitch, you’re not coming back up for air till I let you.” Then I let go and as my cock exited your mouth you almost gagged. Then I decided to punish your face by slapping it with my cock. “Oh yeah bitch, stay still while I beat your face with my dick.” I began to slap your face with my cock and you held out your tongue and made an evil twisted look on your face that turned me on. So I started slapping your tongue with my cock and you were loving the abuse.

“Ok Lisa, turn around, get on all fours, and stick your ass straight in the air. SSSSS oh yeah what a hot looking ass you have bitch. I’m gonna enjoy fucking it but first I’m just going to play with it and your cunt too.” With your beautiful round ass straight in the air I couldn’t resist spanking it. First I circled your ass with the palm of my hand then with no notice I slapped your ass hard leaving a perfect hand print right on your ass cheek. Then I circled again and again, this time 3 slaps rapid fire right on your ass. Then I spit right on your ass hole and slowly pushed a finger into your ass. I sunk it in all the way to my knuckle and then twisted and bent my finger and tugged on your rectum, inflicting as much pleasure and pain as I could on your ass hole. Then I put my thumb in your ass and my middle finger in your cunt and said, “Ok I ‘m going to lift you off the ground so I want you to reach back and grab your ankles.” After you had a good hold of your ankles I pulled up until your knees were off the ground with my fingers in your two holes just like a bowling ball. Your head and your shoulders acted as a pivot while I rocked you slowly up and down with my two fingers. And then you screamed, “Oh my god Anthony, I’m gonna cum! Keep doing that! It feels so fucking good! Oh god, tug on those holes! Pull on them! Oh shit I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ahhhhhhh!” When you started cumming I set your knees on the ground and started finger banging your holes at a blurring speed. “Yeah, you like that bitch? You like when I finger fuck your holes at the same time, real fast? Yeah? I can fuck them even faster.” So I started finger fucking you as fast as I could until my arm muscles started to burn and I couldn’t stand it any longer and had to stop.

I was actually winded when I stopped so I decided to catch my breath with something a little less physical. “Oh yeah Lisa, keep that ass in the air you nasty fucking bitch. I’m gonna tongue that dirty ass and cunt of yours.” “Oh god Anthony yes, tongue my holes.” I dove in like a cave man. Pushing my tongue in your ass and then spreading it apart by flattening my tongue. “Oh yeah bitch, reach behind and spread your ass cheeks apart so I can get at that ass.” Then I plunged my tongue into your puckered wrinkled ass hole and pushed in as far as I could go then twisted and wiggled my tongue tip. Next I started fucking your ass with my tongue fast, getting my whole upper body into it. Your ass cheeks acted as two pillows to plant my face into as I slammed slammed slammed your ass with my tongue. And what most would call the dirtiest hole on the planet, I call heaven. In fact it turns me on even more knowing that you’ve recently taken a shit earlier that day and I’m the one cleaning up after you. Hay if dogs can do it then so can I. Taking a quick break from your excrement exit I moved on to your cunt and made it mine. Soon the room was filled with animal grunts and snorts. My mind had left my body and was replaced by an animalistic cunt and ass eating machine. You screamed like a savage beast, “Oh fuck Anthony, you’re gonna make me cum again! Oh god yes, keep eating my holes like an animal! Use your teeth! Use your whole mouth you god damn fucking bastard! Yes, that’s it, I’m gonna cum on your face! Here I cum! NOW!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!” My mouth went to your pussy and I drank while your body contorted as you had your orgasm. I had to mimic the movements of your writhing body as you dumped your cum load right into my thirsty mouth. The taste was of sweat coconut milk and I drank every last drop.

“Ok you fucking bitch, time for you to fuck my cock. I’m gonna sit on the couch and your gonna ride me you fucking piece of shit. Oh yeah, that’s it sit right on that cock with your nasty cunt. Oh yes, now fuck me you dirty nasty whore. Yeah that’s it, fuck my cock. Come on you can fuck me faster than that.” Then I got angry cause your compliance was to slow to my liking and I grabbed your hair, pulled on it real hard and yelled, “Did you hear me Lisa!? I said fuck me faster! Where the hell did you learn how to fuck, Disneyland!? I want you to fuck the shit out of me you god damn mother fucking piece of shit! Fuck me! Fuck me hard and fast! Come on you fucking bitch, fuck the hell out of me! Fuck that cock! Fuck it! Fuck it! Fuck it hard god damn you! Your nothing but a fucking dirty piece of dog shit! Your the gum on the bottom of my shoe! Your the snot I blow out my nose! Your a pig that wallows in it’s own shit! Your the putrid scum on the bottom of a pond! You belong in the hole of an outhouse toilet so everyone can take a shit on you and piss all over you and you can swim in everyone’s excrement! Your a stupid no good fucking bitch! Now Fuuuuuuuuuuuuk me god damn you! Fuck Meeeeeeeeee!” After my barrage of verbal humiliation and abuse you began to cry but I did not let up. I dug in even harder. “Awwww did i make you cry Lisa? Are you crying you wimmpy fucking bitch? Did I hurt your feelings you stupid cunt? Well that’s just too fucking bad!!!! I don’t give a fuck about you or your god damn piece of shit feelings ya dumb bitch! If you want to cry then I’m gonna make you cry in pain.”

Just then I shoved you real hard in the back and you fell hard on the ground. Then I stood up and grabbed you by the arm and dragged you across the room and then I stopped and grabbed you by the neck and pushed you face down into the floor. You stay there you mother fucking cunt. Don’t you fucking move. Your body lay flat on the floor with your ass facing upward. Roughly I forced your legs apart and said, “Ok bitch, now I’m gonna make you cry. I’m done fucking around Lisa. I’m gonna fuck you right in the ass real hard and it’s gonna fucking hurt real bad you fucking slut.” I was semi soft so I started dry humping and grinding my cock into your full round ass to get hard. As I did this I talked low and evil in your ear saying, “That’s right Lisa, I’m about to fuck you hard in the ass. Is this what you wanted? You want to be treated like shit? You want me to fuck you and call you nasty names? Huh Lisa? Is that what you want you fucking bitch? Ok bitch. I’ll fuck you. I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you!” When I was good and hard I spit right on your ass hole and shoved my cock into your ass hard and deep. Then one at a time I slammed into your ass hole as hard as I could trying to dent your floor, I pounded your ass and the room was filled with the sound of my hips slapping your cheeks. “Ok you fucking ass hole, prepare to get fucked.” Then I went into full jack hammer mode. Planting my hands on the floor, I dug into that ass at full speed and kept it going for at least 30 seconds the whole time shouting obscenities at you. “You like this bitch? Is this what you want? You like it when I talk real nasty don’t you? You like it when I yell at you and call you nasty names with a real foul mouth don’t you Lisa!? Your a nasty mother fucking filthy whore aren’t you? You’re nothing but a dirty rotten smelly fish for a cunt aren’t you, you nasty fucking bitch!? Yeah, take my cock in your ass bitch! Take it!!!!! Take my cock god damn you, you fucken skanky tramp! How do you like it when I fuck the shit out of your ass bitch!? Huh Lisa!? You like me fucken your ass nice and hard you mother fucking piece of crap! Yeah that’s right bitch, you heard me! Your nothing but a no good mother fucking god damn piece of shit!! You’re just 3 holes for me to fuck and cum in and that’s all your good for! Do you hear me you piece of dirt? Fuck you Lisa!! You’re a fucken bitch!! Yeah, squeeze your ass together and make it nice and tight for my cock!! Yeah that’s it, squeeze with all your might!! Awww fuck you bitch, I’m gonna cum!! I’m gonna fucken cum all over you, you slimy bitch!” Then I pulled out, stood over you and shot my load all over your body, trying to cover as much of you as I possibly could with my cum.

When I was finished exploding my cock all over you I barked, “Get up and clean off this cum covered cock, fresh out of your nasty ass hole with your mouth bitch. Obediently you got to your knees and started to suck my cum and your shit off my cock. Without having to ask, you went primal on my cock with all those erotic animal noises guttering from your throat. “That’s it slut, suck your shit right off that cock. Swallow it god damn you!! Yeah your a nasty fucken bitch aren’t you Lisa?” Then I said, “I’m not done with you yet you fucking bitch. You’re not dirty enough yet. I could feel the beer and your cum that I drank about ready to exit. “Stay right where you are bitch.” Then I let it all flow. Pissing all over your body, covering your hair, your ass, your legs. And you loved it saying, “Oh yes Anthony, mark your territory with your piss. Piss all over me.” You were on the ground wallowing in my urine like a pig as I released your cum and two beers all over your body and you just rubbed it on yourself like you were taking a shower. “Stay right there bitch, I have one more dirty deed for you. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the garbage can, came back, and dumped it all over you. Then I said, “Your a fucken bitch and I’m gonna come back and use your holes whenever I want to, you got me Lisa? Now wallow in my piss, my cum, and your garbage and then we’re done for today. Before I left I grabbed your hair and spit right in your face and said, “And that’s for breaking my air-conditioner bitch.” Then I put on my pants and went home for another beer.

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