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****dt only took 45 minutes but I talked myself into going to the gym tonight. I am pretty out of shape and recently joined a gym to try and get back on track.The gym is open 24/7 and I like going late when not as many people are there so I don’t have to wait to use the equipment or deal with the insane body builders who can’t resist grunting out loud every other minute. I get there and it’s just how I like it. Easy to park, gym s**ttered with maybe 20 people and so I head over to a treadmill and begin my usual light jog. I’m only a minute in and already out of breath. “Only at level 4 and speed 5,” I think to myself in disgust! As I repeatedly tell myself that I can’t expect instant results, blah, blah, blah, I am startled when a woman gets on a treadmill right next to mine. I wonder why of the 40 or so available treadmills, she chooses that one. I settle on assuming that maybe since it’s closest to the locker rooms she just wanted that one. I am a pretty shy guy so initially I didn’t even look at her, just saw a female figure in my peripheral. After a few minutes though I just couldn’t stand not looking in her direction. My mind almost made me do so. When I did, I was stunned. She was probably 30 years old and about 5’5″, black hair and brown eyes. However, what stunned me was that she was ripped! Wearing just a sports bra and shorts, I could see her well defined six pack. Her arms looked like she had 2 percent body fat; bulging biceps which made me think she had just done a set of curls. Her legs, quads, etc were quite muscular too. She didn’t look like she was on steroids but looked as fit as she could naturally get. I don’t know how long I was staring at her or how I was still jogging straight on the treadmill but when I looked back up, she was staring back at me. She then smiled at me with the sweetest disengaging smile. I barely smiled back and then turned away feeling all nervous. I jogged for another 5 minutes or so, pretending to be cooling down and then left to the mens locker room while berating myself in my head for not being able to look back at her. The locker room is empty, which is another reason I go late, so I decide to take a Ankara escort quick shower. I take off my sweaty t-shirt, shorts and boxers and put them in my bag. Grabbing a towel I head to the shower room which consists of several decently sized shower stalls with curtains. I turn on the shower and wait a few seconds for the water to be a nice hot temperature which I can handle. I dispense some soap into my hands from the dispenser on the stall wall and begin washing myself. I’ve got my back to the curtain as I’m rubbing both of my ass cheeks with soap when suddenly I feel both of my wrists being grasped, tightly! Before I can even say anything, still in shock, my hands are forced together and restrained with what I guessed were plastic “handcuffs” by the zipping sound I heard as the plastic strip tightened around my wrists. My knees were then kicked in from behind, forcing me to my knees. Then my jaw was squeezed really tightly which forced my mouth open allowing for a gag to be shoved in. I am forced down on my stomach and then finally flipped over onto my back, with ease. That all had to have taken under a minute which barely gave me time to react if I even could have given how much shock I was in. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust but I quickly recognize the woman from the treadmill standing over me while smiling sadistically. My eyes must have been pleading with her, asking why, what did I do to deserve this? That’s definitely what I was thinking. This was not a fantasy come true, this seemed really scary and serious; she seemed way too efficient at getting me into this position for this to be her first time doing this and I had no idea what to expect. What I noticed next though really terrified me. Jutting out from her waist was a huge skin colored strap-on dildo which had to be about 8 inches long and pretty thick too. It put my cock to instant shame. She reached down and took hold of the strap-on and started to slowly stroke it while still smiling at me. She finally spoke.”That’s right, little bitch, I’m going to fuck your sweet ass with my cock!” she said really calmly which scared me even more.I Ankara escort bayan started squirming and trying to yell through the gag. It was useless. Especially when she straddled me, sitting on my thighs with her strong legs on either side of mine. I couldn’t move. My hands were really starting to hurt me being trapped underneath my ass. She didn’t care though, she seemed to have a very specific and selfish agenda. “Let’s see how much you like my big hard cock, little boy, ” she said condescendingly as she grabbed hold of my soft cock and started to fondle it, surprisingly softly.”Yes, that’s it boy, you know you like my cock. If you get hard I’ll take it as a sign that you want me to fuck your ass nice and hard, ” she said in a soft sexy voice.I tried real hard to not be confused by her temporary change in character. She was tricking me and I knew it. It was so frustrating having her toy with me like that, as if I actually had a chance to get out of it.Eventually, after several minutes, I couldn’t control it any longer. My cock was rock hard as she lightly ran her finger nail up and down my shaft. She scooted forward and rubbed my cock head with her cock head. “God, look how pathetic your cock looks compared to mine. You’re all hard for me though, I knew you wanted me to fuck your ass you little slut!” she says as she begins jerking me off. It feels good for a second but not for long as she stops jerking me off but pinches my nipple really hard. I yell into the gag and my eyes almost pop out of my head.I don’t know where she had it but she thankfully reaches back and grabs a tube of lube she must have put down on the floor. Squeezing a generous amount onto her cock, she coats the head mostly. Getting up off of me she lifts my legs into the air and forcibly holds them in place. She is so damn strong and effortlessly holds me in position to her liking.I close my eyes in fear as I feel her giant cock head at the entrance of my virgin asshole. “The only way you’re cumming, bitch, is by my cock milking your prostate. You’ll learn to like it quick, I’m sure, ” she says confidently but without much care.I feel Escort Ankara her slippery cock head begin to force its way into my ass. My legs are now resting on her strong shoulders with her arms wrapped tightly around my thighs as she moves in closer, forcing her cock into me. Her eyes almost glaze over as she rocks back and forth, getting herself off on the base of her cock as it rubs against her pussy. She seemingly couldn’t care less that I was in obvious pain or that I was even there as long as she was getting off. This isn’t good for me as she can’t control her thrusts anymore and her cock is driving deeper into my tight asshole. I am now being handled like a doll by this strong crazy bitch as she pumps her cock in and out of me at a decent pace. What’s worse is that my body is betraying me further. I’m actually enjoying this ass fucking as much as I don’t want to. I can’t help it. My eyes close and I involuntarily thrust back against her cock. That gets her attention as she looks down at me and slaps my face. “Open your eyes, slut!”I open them and she makes me look her in the eyes as she continues r****g me.”Look at me while I give you pleasure, my little fuck toy!” she says as her breath quickens. “I told you that you would learn to enjoy this!”She is now fucking me harder and faster, increasing speed and yelping as she apparently begins to cum, convulsing on top of me which makes her cock wiggle around inside my tight ass. Dismounting me, she points at my stomach which is now coated with my cum. I didn’t even realize it but her ass fucking completely milked a load of cum from me, as she said it would.She then flipped me over to release my hands from the tie as well as reach around to take the gag from my mouth. I was spent and exhausted and could barely move.”Get on your knees in front of me, bitch, ” she commanded. I obeyed, fearing she would hurt me otherwise.”Suck my cock like the slut you are, ” she said as she took hold of her cock and slapped it against my cheek. I wrapped my lips around her cock which had just been in my asshole and she began fucking my face.After only a few minutes she stopped.”I have somewhere to be, you little whore, you almost made me late!” she had the audacity to say. “Prepare to get a good ass fucking whenever you’re here, ” she said as she walked out of the stall leaving me to lay there ashamed and confused.I lay there wondering how long it would take to talk myself into coming to the gym next time!

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Introducing My Russian Girlfriend to Group Sex ParThe sexually charged party atmosphere had slowed, I think people had had sex once and were having drinks catching their breath before the second round of festivities began. The only real action was going on upstairs where Regina, Kent’s wife was being ass fucked by both her husband Kent and his friend Jack. One could hear the noise from upstairs as Regina moaned loudly and occasionally commanded “not so deep” or “Jack, use more lube”. From the sounds it was more than obvious that Regina was enjoying those two men putting their cocks in her rectum. Soon we heard a loud grunt as Kent yelled “move that ass, I’m coming, fuck it, yeh fuck it” this was followed by a loud moan as Kent was obviously depositing his seed into his wife’s rectum. Then Jack said “you’re done, pull out of her, it’s my turn” and soon we heard a door close and the bed creaking as jack took his turn. We finished our drinks and the host Dave made an effort to get the party restarted. The four remaining couples in the living room and the sole lesbian were far from finished. Sonya was certainly not, and I knew she was anxious to fuck again in front of our new found friends. It was obvious to me since during the break she hung around the bar with the others in nothing but her bra and panties. Dave broke the ice by saying to the group “Joe, I heard Carol has been a naughty girl lately, something Ankara bayan escort about hanging around the pool topless when your teenage son’s friends came over”. Joe smiled and said “she certainly has, she claims she did not know they were there, but how could you not hear a group of four teenage boys”.Carol had a smile on her face and said “I guess I have been a naughty girl Dave, what should Joe do about it? The host replied “it looks like a good sound spanking is in order, take off your shorts and underpants and lay across your husbands lap”. The smiling Carol lay across Joe’s lap with her bare ass exposed for her spanking. Joe said “I think 20 will do it”, and with that his hand went up in the air and came down hard on his wife’s bare ass. Five more followed and Carol was not smiling anymore, another seven left her ass cherry red as tears streamed down her cheeks. Joe said honey you have six more coming, admit you’ve been a bad girl and I’ll stop. Carol shouted out “I’ve been a naughty girl, I took my top off on purpose to get those boys excited, I wanted them to see me”. The spanking stopped. You could tell Carol was intensely excited from being punished in public. Her hand went down to her pussy and she stroked her clitoris shamelessly, her mouth soon went down between her husband’s legs as she began to suck her husband’s cock. I could tell my girlfriend enjoyed Escort bayan Ankara this display of masochism. She masturbated furiously as the punishment was being delivered. Then to my surprise Sonya handed me her leash and collar and I guided her off the chair and she knelt on the floor. I commanded her “get on your knees bitch and suck my cock!!!” Sonya immediately dropped on her knees and placed the head of my dick in her beautiful small mouth. She grasped my sizeable organ in her hand and started sucking at the top of my cock as her hand traveled down several inches and she felt my soft balls. Sonya had an unusual facial bone structure that allowed her to skillfully suck a cock to its base, she was a “deep throat” wonder. The group gasped as her small mouth swallowed my fully erect cock to it’s base. The she alternated between sucking my cock and sensuously kissing and licking the long shaft as my cock twitched in response. She smiled as she worked her way down to my balls, Sonya concentrated on each ball, licking and softly sucking it in her mouth. Sonya is a great oral lover and she lingered over my balls licking them and then drawing them into my mouth. Then Sonya did her specialty that would make any man cum, she began moving her lips up and down the first three inches of my cock as it entered her mouth. Then Sonya began sucking just the top three inches of Bayan escort Ankara my engorged cock in a rhythmic up and down motion. Occasionally, Sonya opened her mouth as wide as she could and took my entire six inches of cock. One of the group commented “God where did she learn to suck cock”. Sonya just kept moving her lips up and down my cock. Then she did it, Sonya breathed in deep and took all of my cock in her mouth and just held it in her mouth. As she sucked it must have passed her gag reflex and traveled all the way down her throat. I knew she was deep throating me good when I felt the base of my cock against her lips. Dave said “my god I can see the head of his dick in her throat”. My sperm soon rose from my swollen balls and I arched my back, Sonya knew I was about to cum in her mouth. Soon jets of hot sperm entered Sonya’s mouth and traveled down her throat. Of course she swallowed almost all of it. Even though I was spent she continued to suck the head of my dick until I had expended all of my semen. The last of my sperm oozed out of Sonya’s mouth. She took her fingers and scooped up the excess sperm off her face and swallowed it. Several people said “my god, that is the hottest blow job I have ever seen”.Sonya cleaned herself up and we retreated to our recliner, I held her closely and then she gathered up her clothes and got dressed. The party continued a little longer but when we were leaving Dave went up to Sonya and said “you got to come again, please”. Sonya replied “sure, let us know when you are having the next party”; I’m looking forward to it”. Then something really strange happened, Sonya went up to Karen the lesbian kissed her on the lips and said “next time you and I will have to get together”.

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In the Parking Lot”I want you to suck my big hard cock,” you growl into my ear, as you rub your stiff member against my ass and your strong arms cage me against the car. I let a small whimper escape as I rub my butt against your prick, feeling it thicken and lengthen. “Or I could just fuck you over the trunk of this car.” I gasp as one of your hands raises my short skirt and fondles my ass, gently skimming my black lace panties. You lean close again to place your tongue on my throbbing pulse on my neck, and cradle my soft butt between your hard thighs, pinning me against the car.I moan again as you nibble on my ear and press your cock persistently against me. Heat pools deep within me as your hand moves up to cup one of my large breasts, my nipple already hard with arousal. “Would you like that, bitch?” your harsh whisper sends shivers down my spine and a small, “oh,” escapes my lips. “My big…hard…cock. Inside your….tight….little… pussy. Right… behind this bar….where anyone can come out and see us,” you whisper visciously, knowing the power of your words, and how they affect me.You push me down so that I am bent over, my upper body laying on the trunk, my legs pressed against the rear bumper, while your muscular legs keep me from squirming away. You lean forward and growl roughly, “Or maybe I will skip that and just fuck your sweet ass.” I groan and push my hips against you, causing you to inhale deeply. You lean heavily into me, letting me feel your muğla zenci escort power, your strength,…your thick cock. “Would you like that, bitch?” you murmur into my ear. “Oh yes!” I cry out, as I wiggle my butt into your crotch. You look around the parking lot, seeing no one else around. You grunt like an a****l as I again grind my rump back into you excitedly.With one last look at the back door of the bar, you unzip your pants, releasing your long, pulsing member. I sigh as I hear you opening a condom package, my excitement dripping down my inner thighs. You raise my skirt, allowing cool air to brush gently across my lace-covered bottom. You move the black lace aside and place two fingers into my dripping pussy. I squeal with delight, as those fingers start to pump into my tight channel. Your thumb barely grazes my clit and I come apart in an exploding orgasm, grinding my cunt against your hand.You pull down my lace panties and have me step out of them, and then shove them into your pocket while I am still rocketing from the orgasm. Then you push your hard cock deep into my pussy. I purr and you groan at the same time, as my tight tunnel grips your hard cock like a fist. You spread my legs wide as you start a strong rhythm, slamming my hips against the car.I turn my head to place a gasping kiss on your lips before I break away to again feverishly moan with pleasure. You lean down, your strong arms holding muğla escort sex hikaye me against the car, as you fuck my wet pussy hard. Your strong body dominantly holds me in place as I start to thrash about, while your hands pull my blouse and bra up in one motion, releasing my aching tits. You push me down further, my breasts now feeling the coldness of the car’s trunk, which inflames me even more.My hands whip out to try to claw down the metal surface of the car trunk. Your hands trap mine against the cool metal, so my long nails wouldn’t damage this person’s car.”Do you like this big cock in your pussy?” you growl into my ear. “Oh God, yes!” I moan loudly as I arch my back and push my hips back in time to meet with your thrusts. I can feel another orgasm rising, and I gasp as I try to reach for it. Your hand comes down to spank my ass as you lean back a little. “Yeah, take that big fucking cock,” you cackle as you feel the effect your movements are having on me.My cries start to get louder as you start to pound your cock in harder. You pull my hair back and harshly cover my mouth with yours, muffling my screams, as I explode into a huge orgasm. You finally release my mouth as I start to come down from that higher plane.I whimper as you withdraw your still hard cock from my wet pussy. You spank my ass again with a firm hand as I squeal with delight. You rub your hard cock, still wet with my juices, along my ass crack. I sigh with anticipation as you spread my cheeks and rub your thumb around my tight sphincter. You hand moves down to my pussy and runs through my wet folds. I grunt my approval as your fingers play with my primed clit for a little bit before they move back to my tight hole.I shudder with anticipation as your fingers lube up and play around with my anus. I bite my lip as you push in your thumb, preparing me for your big dick. I gasp as you replace your thumb with the head of your hard member. You let me get used to the head before you slowly push in the rest of the long shaft. You grunt as my ass grips your rod tightly. You give a few short strokes to let my ass get used to your invasion before you start to fuck your cock in and out of me, deep and hard. I cry out as you piston your cock into my ass, slamming me against the car trunk.Not caring about possible discovery, both of us groan noisily as your pace increases. You cover my back and growl into my ear as we both climb higher and higher. You yell out my name as your orgasm crashes through your body like a fireball. Like falling dominoes, mine hits me soon after, and I scream and claw at the car as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washes over me.You collapse onto me and kiss me on the neck before you reluctantly withdraw from my ass. You still lay on top of me, both of us panting, trying to catch our breath. You lower my skirt as you stand up, pulling me up as well. I turn and lean up onto my tiptoes to kiss you before I say, “We should go now.” You smile before you ask, “Why?” “Well, you wanted me to suck your big…hard …cock, didn’t you?” I say shyly, as I take you by the hand and lead you to our car. Your smile turns into a grin as you eagerly follow me.

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Mandy’s MilkADULT. Not for selling. By Jay Jay1: Accidental Introduction Mandy could not believe she was falling victim to her own devices. Had she never pushed her father into the 21st century, she would not be in the predicament she is today. Mandy was born and raised on the family farm. She had left to go to college and had returned after gaining dual degrees in Computer Technology and Financial Accounting. But in the five years since she had left the fourth generation dairy farm; it had become apparent that the farm was in severe jeopardy. As she worked on her accounting degree her father talked more openly about the finances of the farm. As she entered her junior year it was obvious that the family farm was in serious jeopardy. The cost of labor was killing them, productivity was way down, and the profit on their average gallon of milk was breakeven on a good day. She began researching other farms only to find extremely high levels of automation that increased productivity, reduced labor, and lead to a higher grade of more consistent milk. She had convinced her father to completely revamp the farm. It was a huge risk and would cost him nearly everything he had, but she promised the farm would be profitable within two years and could potentially pay for itself within three. He loved his daughter and couldn’t bear the thought that he would be the last generation of farmers and could ultimately be responsible for the demise of the family farm.She used the farms financial books in her final paper for her accounting degree. It had been two years since her dad had installed the new equipment with Mandy working as the Systems Engineer helping to write code and integrating all the electronics it saved her dad a bundle of money and gave her a better understanding of how to maintain all the equipment and an insight into how the finances were directly linked to the performance of every piece of equipment. That insight and understanding is what lead to her undoing. She had been monitoring productivity on Milking Stall One for a week, this was the test stall and the one that they had used to trial all their new equipment and new concepts before integrating them into the other twelve stalls. As a result it was also the most sensitive cell to operate and maintain as devices were added, removed, and spliced in over the last two years. She and her father had discussed shutting it down and replacing it “…one of these days.” They agreed that they would as soon as they had paid off all the initial investment. Mandy had a convention to attend on Saturday and was taking off on a business and recreational trip for a week and wanted to make sure the cell was running fine before she left. She had planned on trouble shooting the station that morning before things got busy then leaving a note for one of the skilled staff to fix it based on her instructions.She woke up early Saturday before the sun rose got dressed and thought she would stop by the cell and see what was required. She was wearing a comfortable pair of 3-inch cowboy boots that came up to her knees. A pair of tiny Daisy Duke denim shorts and a half-T-shirt that showed off her tight firm stomach. She knew she had time to catch her flight, check into the hotel, change into something fancier, and then catch the afternoon convention. She went down to the milking barn and entered the control booth. She spent a few minutes diagnosing the cell as the occasional cow cycled through the door. She guessed that there was a broken proximity switch, but couldn’t be sure since she kept getting crossed readings. Knowing she didn’t have a full understanding of the problem, she had to do a more ‘hands-on’ investigation. The Saturday crew wouldn’t be arriving until eight, so she had at least two hours before anyone would be entering the barns. Since her cab would be there within the hour, there was little time to waste. Running back to the main house, getting changed, putting on coveralls, fixing the cell and getting changed again would take too long. She stripped down nude and jumped over the fence wall. She had less then thirty minutes to crawl into the milking station find the problem, crawl back out, then shower up and get redressed before the cab arrived. She had waited for the last cow to go past her and then manually set the system so the next cow would be routed into the problem Station #1. As soon as she jumped the fence her bare feet landed in the mucky dirt and filth that led to the switching station. Her face cringed as the smelly goop oozed through her painted nails. She immediately thought back to her c***dhood days and walking around in her bare feet through the muddy driveway after a long rain. While standing their in the nude contemplating her situation she stopped for a second reconsidering her impulse decision to investigate the working end of the milking station. Before she had a chance to jump out and come back in the proper attire, another cow wandered in behind her and nudged her forward knocking her flat onto her naked toned belly. She promptly fell forward into the six inches of goop scrambling to her hands and feet crawling and sliding through the muck to avoid getting trampled by the cow behind her. Much to her dismay and satisfaction the door to Station 1 opened and closed behind her isolating her from anxious heifer behind her. She was now locked inside the dysfunctional station and could take in her situation. Her long brown hair was covered in manure and mud. Her face was black as tar and she used her hands to sc**** away the muck so she could see. Her ample C-Sized cups were covered in goop and clumps of brown and black chunks hung off her breasts and legs as she recovered from her fall. As she sat in the stall she immediately recognized the problem. The plug to the switch on the entry door had worked loose and was giving false readings if a cow was present or not. The rattling of the steel walls and the moving herd was enough to set the loose sensor off, telling the computer to open and close the doors to let the current cow free. The entry and exit doors cycled a couple times indicating a cow had come and gone without actually leaving the station. Unfortunately, Mandy had only set the computer for one manual cycle. The next cycle of the doors would be fully automatic and in full accordance with the daily production schedule. She sat down on her haunches squinting as her ankles and bare ass sank deeper into the muck knowing full well that the stalls had not been cleaned in a week. To save money on a full-time crew, they used a smaller part-time crew to come in on the weekends to spray down the buildings, shovel up the manure and really clean up the barns. She didn’t care about the maintenance schedule right now and just wanted to fix the door switch and get out to shower the crap and manure from her body. She reached through the steel grating and tightened the plug on the switch and the light began glowing green indicating it had full communication with the control room. As soon as the light turned green, the exit door swung open allowing the current cow to exit. She waved her hand through the light beam to reset it causing the exit door to close. The entry door then opened behind her. Since she was still sitting in the entryway, she was blocking the motion sensor so the door immediately began closing before she had a chance to crawl out. She sat for a brief second confident she had found the problem when the entry door started closing and second phase of the milking process started pushing her completely into the milking bay. Powerless against the steel grate that was designed to move heavy stubborn cows forward she began crawling forward on her knees as her feet slipped under the bottom rung of the pusher bars. She panicked briefly but before she knew it her head was forced forward into the front grate. As soon as her head hit the front grate the bars closed horizontally and vertically trapping her head in the front of the cell. She knew she was in trouble as the light ahead of her turned green indicating she was ready for identification and milking.The computer scanned her body and realized she did not have an RF ID tag, which classified her as a new heifer to the farm. As soon as this was done the computer set a robotic arm in motion and welcomed her to the farm. A large leather collar was wrapped around her neck and riveted closed. A large square cowbell hung from her neck and would announce her every movement for the duration of her time spent as a cow. At the same time a rubber covered steel bit was placed through her mouth as a complicated leather harness wrapped around her head and was riveted in place. The rubber bit was uncomfortable and kept her from completely closing her mouth and prohibited her speech. She knew that the leather could be cutoff, and the rivets could be drilled out, but she knew that there were certain future changes that could not be undone. A special Radio frequency ID tag was placed to her ear as a sharp needle went through the eyelet of the tag and through the base of her ear. She knew that she had just been tagged with a metal business card sized transmitter that would track her movements and productivity throughout her life on the farm. But she feared the next part would be worse. To control unruly cows, a large metal ring was placed through each a****l’s noses. Any farm hand could attach a lead to the ring and instantly control the large cows. She also knew that the ring would be welded closed the instant it was attached. The mere thought of the massive ring permanently hanging from her nose made her cry. The pinching feel of the ring getting punched through her septum made her scream as the sides of the ring pushed against her nostrils flaring her pretty little nose as the heavy weight of the ring was felt down past her lower lip. She forced her eyes closed imaging how cartoonish the large cow sized ring would look on her human sized face.She was still cringing over her ruined nose and had completely forgotten the next phase. Simultaneously she felt the burning sensation of a million hot pokers getting forced onto her ass cheeks. She instantly screamed as the realization that she had just been branded on her ass. Although she could not see it, she knew that every cow on the farm was branded the same. The large circle outlined the shape of a classic Americana barn and the name “Dawson Farms” written along the roof and sides of the old looking barn. Mandy was extremely proud of the logo as it had adorned four generations of cattle that had been brought to the farm, but she never planned on having it burned into her own ass. They had decided on a slightly larger logo when they automated the branding process, perhaps a bit over the top. She knew that within days the scar tissue would be formed and the black logo would be emblazoned on her ass forever. Her other cheek would be labeled to match the Radio Frequency ID Tag in her ear. She didn’t know the number, but she knew that “Milk Cow #____” would keep her from ever wearing a bikini again. Her head was spinning knowing that her machines, her hardwork, were now retaliating on her.Mandy’s frazzled mind could not even keep up with the automated changes and she was always one step behind predicting what would happen next. However the next assault she could have never predicted as it was something her father had done without telling her. The robot returned and using a pair of pinchers; pulled her lips out from her mouth until she was certain they would be yanked clear off her face. The robot then tattooed the same number onto the inside of her lips just in case someone tried to steal the cow and raise them on their own farms as one of their own heard. As her lips were much smaller then a cows, the full tattoo barely fit on her lip. Instead the top lip had the text “DAWSON FARMS” clearly displayed along her cute painted red lips while the lower lip proudly displayed “MILK COW”. The number she had been assigned and branded on her ass was written permanently on the inside of her lower lip. She had never known this was being done, as she had never looked inside the lips of their herd.The unexpected treatment of her lips knocked her further off-balance and she was once again caught off guard by the strange feeling on her chest. She was shocked when the four pop can sized silver tubes emerged from the sides of her stall and locked onto her belly. Before the cylinders attached themselves a spray of warm disinfectant hosed off her underbelly then immediately sucked onto her flesh. The first two found her nipples easily gripping onto her perfect “eraser” sized tits. The second two however struggled to find home and eventually latched onto her belly just above her ribs. The suction at her nipples stung at first and grew more painful as the sensations continued but quickly turned up empty. Next was a stinging in her waist as the computer drew a blood sample and DNA test to determine why her initial production was so low. The alarm went off indicating she was not a healthy cow and had to be isolated.Isolation was a bad thing. The quarantine barn was a smaller detached facility from where the milking and housing stalls were built. To avoid contamination, the barn was off limits and completely automated. Only Mandy had the entry codes and even she had only been in there twice in the last two years for the annual audit. Now she was about to be detained there for God only knows how long. Before she could react, clamps closed around her wrists and above her knees forcing her to stay on all fours as she had been since repairing the stall. The gird pattern holding her head in position briefly relaxed allowing an automated shuttle car to arrive at Milking Station 1 and move it over the to the quarantine area. She was quickly docked into the Heifer Hospital as they had aptly nicknamed it. There were two other cows in the building, which could hold twelve cows, but seldom held more then six. As she was parked in place, the grid returned around her neck, but the shackles around her arms and legs stayed locked prohibiting her from lifting her limbs. The few minutes it took to go from the milk house to the hospital allowed her to think about her future. The milking machine would soon return latching onto her body for the entire duration of her stay in the hospital. She would be given an IV and doped up with anything that the computer deemed necessary to return her to the herd. Medication, DNA supplements, added nutrients, and any other medical needs were at the computer’s disposal. If the daily blood testing indicated she was lacking something, she would be administered it instantly until all four of her teats were consistently producing. She feared what that would mean to a human with only two breasts.With mechanical precision she was quickly trapped in her bay and the silver cylinders returned spraying her body a second time with disinfectant and latching onto her boobs. The needle quickly jabbed into her arm and took a blood sample and diagnosed her with a number of cow related deficiencies. As a human she was perfectly healthy, but as a milk-producing heifer; she was a wreck. The computer immediately began giving her DNA injections of their healthiest herd member. The suction started on her breasts again as her human nipples began to harden in fear of what would happen next while the set attaching to her ribs felt as though they were getting ripped from her body. She tried to scream but her voice was hoarse and the bit in her mouth kept her from making more then muffled noises that were indiscernible over the sickly neighbors next to her. She knew that her cab would be arriving soon. She knew that the cabbie would not wait long at such an early hour of the morning on a Saturday to pick her up. If she did not answer her phone when he called to check on her, he would soon leave to go find a paying fair. She feared that the expensive leather Coach Hand Bag with her initials on it would be found in the control room, but doubted that anyone would sort through it and find her clothes haphazardly packed inside it, and would likely just return it to her bedroom. She wondered how long it would take for some one to realize she never made it to the convention. That she never made it out on vacation. That she was still stuck on the farm being mistreated as some four-legged cow. It could be ten days before anyone even realized that she was not accounted for. She wondered what would happen in ten days, and what would happen if she went undiscovered for even longer.2: Back at the RanchJust as she predicted, life went on without her. While she was being diagnosed in the Heifer Hospital, her cab arrived, and waited. The driver called back to dispatch that in turn called her cell phone. When she didn’t pick up the cabbie honked his horn a couple times and waited. Her Dad woke up upon hearing the commotion and grabbed his robe and walked to the window. As he pulled back the curtains, the yellow taxi drove off, presumably with his daughter safely on her way. He decided to not go back to bed and instead start his day a little early and dressed for breakfast. Right on schedule the weekend crew arrived and went about checking repair and maintenance items off the weekly list of chores that had accumulated over the last seven days. The lead technician Brandon entered the control booth and discovered that Milking Station One was working fine. He had received Mandy’s call earlier in the week warning him that Station one would require some repairs. However instead of a list of things to check out, instead he found Mandy’s small duffle bag sitting on the desk in the control room. He assumed that Mandy had time to repair the Station before she left, but accidentally left her day bag behind. He monitored the milk production paying close attention to Station #1 for the next hour. He grabbed her duffel bag, returned it to the main house and left it sitting by her desk in her private bedroom back in the old family farmhouse. He and Mandy had the occasional late night roll in the hayloft but their relationship was strictly confidential. They always seemed to be dating other people so they could never pursue a relationship beyond a flirtatious friendship behind the backs of their current significant other.Her dad called that evening to congratulate her on the repairs to Station #1 and to see how her day at the convention went. He was not surprised when she didn’t pick up as she was often out partying and flirting with the various venders and suppliers who attended the conventions. Being young, good looking, smart and female in the male dominated industry made her vary popular with any number of prospective suitors making a play for her at any given moment. Of course her phone was in her duffel bag, which was about three doors down and could not be heard through the thick plaster walls of the old farmhouse. He would call again on Sunday and leave her another message that evening. He didn’t want to bother her on vacation, so he wished her a good flight and promised to see her on Sunday. Eventually the phone went dead and Mandy’s hopes for rescue were similarly fading as the computer continuously pumped d**gs into her system as it kept attempting to extract milk from her sore nipples. The pain was becoming unbearable as her breasts and flesh felt as though they were going to be turned inside out.Her father had forgotten what time her flight was due to arrive and nervously fell asleep late Sunday when his only daughter had not returned. It was unusual for Mandy to not return her messages and even more out of character for her to not call at least once to check in on the farm and how her dad was doing. When she had not arrived home Monday morning and still hadn’t called to check in, her father called the authorities and the hunt began. The local sheriff had known Mandy since she was in diapers and took her disappearance very seriously. He interviewed each full-time resident on the farm and started going individually to each part-time employee checking everyone’s story and trying to spot signs of foul play. He submitted search warrants and pulled phone records, taxi dispatch records, convention hall surveillance tapes, searching for any signs of Mandy’s last minutes on the farm. Brandon had the only leads indicating that she had repaired Station One but left her bag behind. The bag was still sitting on the floor of her bedroom but no signs of Mandy. They searched the barn from top to bottom with exception of the Infirmary. While they could not get into the infirmary without Mandy’s codes, they could however view the surveillance tapes monitoring the movements in and out of the barn. The exterior tape monitored all of the barns from one location and showed nobody even approached the barns in the last week, let alone entered the barn in the last three months. Since it was a limited access quarantine building with access to expensive d**gs and technology, there was a dedicated camera inside the building monitoring the entrance and the lab. It had a peripheral view of the stalls, but unfortunately Mandy’s stall was not one of the ones on camera. The sheriff’s investigation lead nowhere so he continued pouring through the hundred’s of hours of tape footage and pursued many dead end leads and still had gotten nowhere. The Heifer Hospital muğla travesti escort was immediately eliminated from the list of possible hiding places as it was only accessible by automated heifer transport or the entry door which was still sealed from it’s annual inspection three months prior.The investigation had entered week three and Mandy was still stuck kneeling in six inches of mud, manure and piss while the computer continually pumped her system full of d**gs and medication. Her days had become a boring blur as the neighboring cows were randomly pulled in and out once healed and released back to the herd. It had only been three weeks and Mandy desperately wanted to be returned to the herd despite her former human status. However her place in the stall remained constant as the machines continued their ongoing repair of her human condition. Suddenly without warning, something changed. Both her tits, one shortly after the other, felt the strangest of sensations. At first the pain was unbearable and stung like nothing she could imagine. But soon the rhythmic stings matched that of the pumping machine and she realized what had happened. Tears of mixed emotions began pouring from her eyes considering what had just transpired. She was happy on one note that she was getting closer to release from her hell, but scared and sad that the machine had convinced her body to begin producing milk in such a short period of time.The sheriff was relentless and continued pursuing every lead regardless of how obscure and unlikely it seemed. The fact that it was a small country sheriff department also meant they had plenty of time, even though they might not be the most proficient at cracking crimes. Meanwhile Mandy continued changing as she was stuck in the infirmary with each passing week. As she was sitting on her knees with her calves laying flat behind her, the automated cleaning system was unable to thoroughly clean her cell so the dirt and manure piled up slowly around her and could not be removed effectively. With her head stuck in the grill bars in front of her she was unable to look back at herself and see her sides, back or stomach. So she couldn’t even see the changes that were occurring to her. The mere fact that she could feel the changes happening to her but could not see them was driving her insane. She could feel an unusual constriction around her hands and feet. She couldn’t see either so she only assumed that the mud was drying and hardening around her toes and fingers. She knew that she had to keep moving her arms and feet to avoid her muscles from atrophying and preventing blood clots from forming in her veins. The chains limited the movement in her limbs, but she had to keep moving them if she wanted to stay alive and keep her body from falling apart. The tight chains kept her from itching her ears, legs, arms or any part of her body. She could only assume that the uncleanly conditions had lead to sores, fleas or insect bites on her body that was causing the unrelenting itching sensation all over her body. The Heifer Hospital was never intended for long term detention with the average cow spending less then a week inside before automatically getting released.The investigation continued outside the barns, but her situation was getting worse on the inside. The itching got worse on her ears and soon her whole back and arms and calves were a constant source of annoyance. She craned her head and scanned the room for any reflections that might give her a hint of what was going on with her body. She had always been very active on the farm and stayed in shape with running and working out regularly. Weeks of continuous inactivity were making her weak and the constant d**gging from the computer was mind numbing. The 24/7 availability of the water slurry dripping from the rubber-nursing nipple was adding to her waistline. The long rubber nipple resembled one of the female cows nipples and was designed to entice the sick calves to supple their daily food intake. Mandy’s overall weight classified her as a baby cow and therefore she was feed through a rubber nipple rather then via a feeding tray like the larger older cows that entered and exited the facility. The nutrient rich food mix was packing on the pounds as she felt the extra weight hanging from her rib cage. She feared that she would never be able to work off the added weight and return to the slender waistline of the 120-pound young lady that entered Station One just weeks before.The investigation entered the third month and the sheriff was preparing her father for the inevitable. After 90 days without a break or a ransom note or a phone call the local authorities theorized she may have been k**napped or ran away but feared she may very well be dead. While lacking any motives or any reason to suddenly disappear, the police were running out of possible ideas. It was a brutal reality, but with no other leads, the investigation was close to slipping into the “Unsolved Mystery’s” category in the sleepy farming community. But hidden inside the Infirmary there were several mysteries that Mandy could not solve. Her breasts had continued getting heavier and the stinging sensations from the daily pumping had become less painful and more pleasurable with each passing day. The gentle suckling at her nipples was the only attention the lowly human cow had received in months and the only thing that kept her sanity. Her belly also felt like it had quadrupled in size and she could only imagine that the machine had somehow impregnated her in it’s attempt to start the milking process. The joints in her fingers seemed to have seized and bending them became a daily chore. She feared her fingers would start to atrophy and she would soon lose any dexterity she once had in her hands. She strained her neck to look underneath her and through the metal grate around her head. Despite how hard she tried, she still could not see the changes to her body beneath her neck. It wouldn’t have mattered either way since the muck and manure was easily ten inches deep and the chains around her wrists prevented her from lifting her crud and crap encrusted hands above the dirt and mud. The same feeling that was gripping her hands also seemed to have possessed her feet as her toes and ankles seemed to grow stiffer and more constricted each day. The itching on her back, calves and forearms had begun to lessen. The painful itching and burning at the base of her spine had somehow disappeared completely and felt more like a dull pulling or dragging sensation. It seemed like a fifth suction cup was attached above her ass and her spine was getting pulled out thru her skin. Meanwhile her nose had begun to itch relentlessly. She spent most of her day shaking her head hoping the swaying and jerking of the obnoxious stainless steel ring would somehow relieve the annoying feeling that had taken over her nose. Her days were spent bouncing from emotional highs to the deepest of lows. Every time a new heifer was automatically removed or deposited into the infirmary, her heart raced wondering if it would be her time to be returned to the herd. Each day she was disappointed as her day returned to it’s constant monotony. She would eagerly suck the rubber nipple placed in front of her knowing that it would eventually lead her to release. If she did not eat, she would certainly die, but she would not be allowed to die as the machines were designed to intravenously keep the cows alive and nurse them back to health even if they would not eat. Eating also had turned into a sexual activity as the more she sucked and swallowed the sweet ambrosia dispensed from the end of the rubbery tube the wetter she became between her legs. She had few sexual partners while away at school, even fewer that she had lowered herself to suck their penis. But the longer she continued sucking the red rubber nipple the more she envisioned the rubber nipple as the penis of her lover. Each lick made her wetter as her juices dripped down her legs and added to the moist mixture that was pooling up around her knees. Every tug at her nipples from the milking machine became a gentle suck and caress from some mystery partner eager to please her and keep her on the edge of orgasm. The Heifer Hospital was kept at a constant comfortable temperature, but sweat oozed from her every pore 24 hours a day, as she was stimulated nearly 24/7 but never allowed relief. The constant excitement and emotional roller coaster kept her on the brink of insanity and she prayed each day for rescue or death not knowing which fate would have been preferred.The weeks turned into months as her daily routine slowly ate away at her mind. She wondered how many more days she could endure before her body simply gave up on her. She thought back to the many arguments she and her father had regarding the economic return on investment of a cow that kept revisiting the infirmary. Considering her current state, they argued coldly and without consideration for the cows that they had turned into money making machines. “What is the average lifespan of a milk producing Heifer? At what age does the cow stop producing useable product and reaches retirement and eventual slaughter? How many days a year should a cow be allowed time in the infirmary? How many sick days should a cow be allowed in a lifetime? At what percentage of milk days to sick days does a cow become economically non-profitable?” She wondered how many days the computer would keep her alive before it was programmed to take the non-profitable heifer out to slaughter? She tried to think back to her programming days to determine if there would be a chance of escape before she met her final days? She wondered what day it was today and racked her fragile brain to remember what her father had agreed to use as the break even number on an unhealthy cow? Did he chose a percentage of the cows overall age? Did he settle on a max number of days per year? No matter how many days or what final percentage was, she was certain that her time had to be drawing to a close. She vowed that if she were ever released from this place she would never refer to the cow as if it was just an emotionless a****l. Security procedures would be assessed and the robotic machine treatment of the cattle would be humanized; somehow…It was day 142 in the outside world as she had come to know it. The investigation was all but closed as an eerie sadness descended on the farm. The farms only daughter, the sole inheritor of the Dawson Dairy Corporation was gone and the last of the privately owned family farms was certain to get swallowed up by some huge corporate giant. Her Dad had never planned on anyone other than his daughter to take over the farm. Now he was faced with the disappearance of his only daughter and the eventual end of the Dairy Empire she had helped create. Meanwhile Mandy sat nearly motionless in the hospital stall that had held her for the last 20 weeks. She recognized the new pains in her stomach and screamed into her rubber covered metal bit. The second set of silver cylinders had been working on her body for weeks now and after 142 days something had finally changed. She could feel the burning and piercing sensation that she felt way back in her first month of confinement. She could only imagine that her body had betrayed her, somehow the milking machine had finally modified her body and she was now miraculously leaking milk from four locations. After the muted screaming subsided the tears began pouring as the realization of her predicament began to set in. She was locked in a metal stall on all four feet covered in almost 12 inches of accumulating feces. Her body was now being milked in four locations and she could not imagine what other transformations had taken place to her body. The weeks dragged on and eventually the pain subsided and the suckling machine eventually turned pleasurable and the daily milking sessions soon turned erotic and she had the same wetness in her legs as she had come to look forward to in the weeks prior.3: The Search is Finally OverThe weeks continued plodding along as Mandy began looking forward to suckling the rubber nipple enjoying every drop of rich nutrients as they dripped down her throat and dribbled off her chin. With each gentle tug on her nipples she wished she had someway to touch herself and bring herself over the edge. It had been nearly 23 weeks and her once brain’iac straight laced intelligent mind had turned into a continual never ending circle of erotic pleasure. Every thought she had somehow had turned sexual. Each sucking of her nipples was multiple lovers slowly caressing and massaging her nipples to the most exquisite of pleasures. Every time the rubber nipple appeared in front of her she could only think of a myriad of naked men who she begged to take into her mouth. She envisioned her imaginary lovers clipping a lead to her nose and parading her through the barns and out into the fields while she salivated over what was hiding beneath the zipper of his jeans. She was having nightly dreams of crawling with the herd as they took turns licking and drinking from each other’s nipples as they grazed in the sunlight of the day. She could not explain what had occurred to her mind and the feelings that her body was experiencing. She could only attribute the changes and her extreme horniness to the isolation and lack of human or other attention. Meanwhile the computer kept pumping her adult female sized libido to the edge of humanity with cow sized doses of d**gs. The over dosages were leading to permanent changes that would lead to irreversible changes in her body chemistry.It was Sunday morning day 197 and her Father was sitting in the control room with the Sunday paper and his morning coffee. This had become a weekend ritual since his daughter’s disappearance. It was the last location that Mandy could be placed before her disappearance and somewhere in his mind he hoped that she would someday magically reappear. As he sat there reading the day’s headlines, an alarm went off in the Heifer Hospital signifying a cow was about to be released back into the herd. He took a break from his newspaper and watched the computer screen as the computer mindlessly went through the steps to dismiss Mandy out of the infirmary and back to daily production.He was very much in tune with his herd and the fact that this particular cow had a unique entry date it immediately caught his attention. All heifers were assigned a date when the RF tag and brand were applied to the a****ls. Typically the cows were brought to the farms in groups of a dozen or more, but Mandy was a single cow and was introduced to the farm on a date when no other cows had arrived. He clicked on the cow and brought up her profile and quickly realized that this particular single cow had not left the hospital since her introduction to the farm. This indicated that there was a severe issue with the cow’s health and perhaps she still posed a serious risk to the other cattle. He had set the limit to 200 days before a cow would be considered unprofitable and this particular cow had been confined for a continual 197 days and had finally been released when her milk production had become balanced between the four nipples averaging about 16 liters a day. It didn’t take long to realize that her singular date of being added to the herd was the same date as Mandy’s disappearance from the farm. His coffee mug fell from his hand when he realized that the entire six-month search for the missing girl and she was locked in a barn in the middle of the farm the entire time. He ran down to the milking barn to intercept the automated transport wagon, which moved the cows from the hospital to the milking barns. As the rickety cart transported her feeble frame along the rough concrete floor the piles of dirt and manure fell from the cart revealing her disheveled body below. He ran up along side the cart and saw the thick leather bridal around her face with the heavy rubber bit bisecting her mouth. He barely recognized his own daughter, but he certainly recognized that she was no ordinary heifer. He hit the emergency stop button on the cart bringing it to a standstill in the middle of the barn. He knelt in front of the cart and stared into the eyes of his daughter. They were deep dark orbs and seemed empty and thoughtless. As he reached up and caressed her cheek she seemed to awake from the deep sleep that had absorbed her mind. She began to breath heavily and her ears began to perk up at the first sight of another human in over half a year. The shock of finally being found was too much for her and she quickly hyperventilated and passed out as her father began dialing the phone to call for help. Within seconds Brandon arrived on site hearing the alarm sounding in the milking room. Since Mandy’s disappearance Brandon had been hired on full-time to fill in her place and assume the overflow of daily work that Mandy typically coordinated. Mandy was glad that she was u*********s when Brandon arrived. They had an on and off affair going on which Mandy secretly wanted to become a full time thing. She often lured him into the sack trying to break up his current girlfriend. But by the time he dropped his latest fling, Mandy had given up and moved onto a new beau herself. Despite several attempts to enter into a relationship, timing was always against them. Brandon quickly loosened the engagement pins holding the bars around her neck and digging through the muck at her hands and feet to uncover the chains holding her wrists and knees to the frame of the transport cart. Neither Brandon nor her Father could believe what they were seeing as Mandy hung limply from the cart stopped in the middle of the barn.As her transformed body was removed from the cart, Brandon quickly called for a vet and the family doctor to rush to the farm for an unprecedented emergency. The two men carried her limp body into the farmhouse and brought her into the kitchen so she could be stabilized and fully checked out by the medical team that was on the way to the distant farm. With the family doctor on site and several assistants they surmised that the shock of being rescued sent her into a light c*** that they thought it would be best to keep her sedated until her body could be fully reviewed. They immediately began running test on her vital signs and her blood, as she lay motionless on the large country style table. With initial testing complete, they moved her body into the bathroom so she could be completely disinfected and cleaned up and prepared for her reawakening. The medical team moved her to the oversized bathroom suite and placed her in the large two-person tub. They quickly began hosing off her body and used a large set of clippers to shave her body hair from her legs, back and arms. The months of accumulating debris had left her hair matted and knotted all over her body. With her bath complete she was toweled off and returned to the bedroom that had been cleaned and replaced with fresh sheets on her king sized bed.The medical team began documenting her body transformation in intimate detail as her dad sat at the nightstand next to her in stunned disbelief at his once beautiful daughter that lay in front of him. The bridal harness and rubber-covered bit had been removed. But the large metal ring hanging from her nose and electronic Radio Frequency ID Tag still hung from her ear, but her ears were no longer her own. Instead her human ears had been transformed into long pointed cow-shaped ears covered in white fur with black patches that looked more appropriate on an elf than on a girl. She no longer had long brown hair cascading down to her butt. They had to give her a cute shoulder length pixie cut in order to remove the tangled mess of hair that was knotted all over her scalp. Her cute little nose had grown slightly in size and had become turned into a lump of jet-black coarse flesh that felt like a hundred girt sand paper. The leather collar was reinforced with a special wire and electronic circuitry that reacted with the RF ID Tag as a secondary means of tracking the a****ls. The collar could not be cut free without sending a signal to the RF tag poisoning her milk supply and infecting the cow. It was a secret precaution her father had taken to deture other ranchers from stealing his cows. Not even Mandy was aware of the modifications that had been planned without her knowledge.Her Father reached over and took her hand regretting the secret security policy that he and Brandon had created. As he held her hand, he closely examined her new fingers. Her normally polished nails were black hard and wide shafts of a hoof like material that covered her fingernails to the second knuckle and could not bend or be manipulated. Above her new black fingertips was a short span of pale human flesh that extended to just below her wrists. Above her wrists; her arms were covered in short white hairs with black patches that matched her cow-like ears perfectly. The hairy colored cowhide covered her back completely and narrowed at the base of her spine where it flowed into a long cow tail. Her ass was completely exposed, but covered in the heavy textured brandings that were burnt into her human flesh so many weeks ago. The short white and black hair started muğla türbanlı escort again at the bottom of her ass checks. The short fur covered the backs and front of her legs and terminated at the black hoofs that were once her feet. Only her face, breasts, buttocks and private regions between her legs were spared the classic white and black cow fur that had overtaken her body. The doctors were fascinated by the transformations to her feet and marveled how the new feet seemed perfectly designed to support her body once she was standing. The hooves on her feet and the cow ears on her head were just some of the transformations that left the room shocked. Extending from the base of her spine and laying gently between the firm cheeks of her branded ass was a long black and white whip like tail about two feet in length with a large tuft of brown fur attached at the end. The most disturbing transformation was along her belly. Her normally C-Sized breast had swelled to overwhelming proportions. Her eraser sized nipples had been pulled, shaped and extruded into something that looked more like four hot dogs about three inches in length and roughly an inch in diameter. Even more disturbing was the second set of breasts that had started growing out of her stomach at the base of her ribs. Each breast was nearly the size of a milk jug and felt just as heavy. When standing on her hands and knees, the three-inch long nipples attached to the massive tits nearly touched the ground. The doctors began examining the set of four lactating nipples. As they moved her breasts to better understand their attachment her prone body began to gyrate and her private region began to moisten as even the slightest touch started to arouse her involuntarily. The doctors continued their examination to make sure her body was stable before deciding to bring her out of her c***.It was late Saturday afternoon when she started to stir from her sleep. She slowly began to awaken and used her hands to block the afternoon sunlight from her eyes as she adjusted to the light. As her pupils began to adapt to her bedroom she saw her father sitting on the bed next to her and quickly sat up and hugged her dad as the silk sheets fell from her shoulders baring her body to the medical team in her bedroom. She was so happy to be alive she didn’t have a care in the world who saw her body after waiting six months to be seen by anyone. As she whispered in her dad’s ear she opened her eyes and was shocked by the arms that were crossed behind his back. She lifted her right arm to examine the hard shells that hard encrusted the ends of each finger and the short fur that had overcome each arm. She pushed her father away in disbelief thinking that they were playing a cruel joke on her. With her father now retracting from her she saw her arms in full exposure as she twisted and rotated them to fully comprehend what had happened. Slowly the nightmare ebbed back into her weary mind and she remembered the itching that had plagued her for so many weeks. She recalled that the itching was on her legs and back as well and quickly reached to move the silken sheets. She used her new partially cloven hands to pull her covers back and saw the fur covering her thighs and knees. She jumped up and ran across the room completely oblivious to the entire team that was standing on the opposite side of the room. She ran to the mirror and gasped at the horrific sight of her own body.She stood there in the mirror remembering the thousands of times before when she twirled in front of that very same mirror admiring her incredible body while modeling the latest fashions or short skirt or skimpy bikini. But now she stood there in emotional and physical agony looking upon her new body. The ring in her nose, the ID Tag permanently attached to her cow like ears. The massive ring hanging from her big fat ugly black nose. The electrified steel and leather collar hanging from her neck with the large bell dangling above her tits. She brought her fur and hoof covered fingers to her tits and began fondling the four massive orbs now protruding from her ribcage. They looked like flesh colored watermelons hanging off her ribcage. Their size defied gravity as her hands disappeared beneath each of the four overfilled globes. She squeezed and tugged on the sausage sized teats sticking straight out from her body as she instantly became wet at her own touch. She looked down her body in disgust as she could see her glistening lips getting wet with lustful excitement. Her eyes continued down her body seeing her pink flesh turn to fur as her legs emerged from below her private mound. She turned slightly towards the mirror and squeezed her tight ass and was surprised and further disgusted by the tail that was dangling down past her knees. She reach behind her and pulled up the tail moving it close to her face to examine the tuft of brown hair that perfectly matched the hair color on her scalp. With her one hand grasping her tail, her other hand squeezed her ass as she rotated a bit more to see the large black silhouette of the Dawson Dairy Logo branded on her ass. She had mentally convinced herself she could shave away the white and black hairs for a few days of normality, but the heavy black logo covering her butt cheek would never go away. She slowly turned to the other direction and closed her eyes as the other branding came into focus. In undeniable bold Black letters was her new Identity. Mandy Dawson would forever be known as “Milk Cow # 163478”. She let her tail fall from her hand as she rotated the belled collar to read the black etching in the thick 2-inch leather collar. She then lifted the RF ID tag form under her pretty brown locks of hair and read the numbers reflected in the mirror. There was no denying it, the branding in her ass, the tag in her ear, and the collar around her neck all matched. She would forever be Heifer Number 163478. It was then that she recalled the strange operation to her lips and she looked closely at her mouth once more. The changes to her ears and nose were so shocking she just thought the black specs on her lips were dirt or from being chapped and dried out. But she closed her mouth beneath the obnoxious metal ring and could clearly see the words “DAWSON FARMS” on her exposed upper lip and “MILK COW” written as plain as day on her lower lip. She used her cloven hands and peeled her lower lip inside out and could read “#163478” emblazoned on the inside.She could not believe the changes and it took all of her energy to stand there in shock of what she had become. It was several quiet awkward minutes of her partially cloven hands mindlessly exploring her modified torso before she moved onto her legs. Her gaze started south again quickly ignoring the juices that had started seeping from her nether lips. Her entire legs were completely covered in the short thick colored hairs the medical team had recently cut down to size. Beneath the brandings and the hair, she could tell her legs were in incredible shape despite the many months of captivity. Her ass was more rounded and firmer then it ever was and her legs were more tone then the hottest super model she had ever seen. But her feet were another story completely. Her toes had merged together forming two wide black cone shaped hooves. Her feet emerged out each cloven hoof shooting almost straight up in the air. Her heel was easily 9 inches off the ground and almost invisible under the covering of white and black hair. She marveled at how she was even able to stand on the incredibly stable hoofs. Her hoof like feet blended seamlessly into her hair-covered legs as she twisted and turned still hoping it was just a bizarre shoe or crazy dream she was having. She could not resist the urge to bend over and attempt to touch the bizarre new feet but immediately lost her balance. The 40 pounds of flesh hanging from her chest launched her forward and she plummeted head first towards the mirror. Brandon and her Father lunged to grab her and kept her from completely toppling over. She thanked them for their fast reaction and asked to return to the milking room. Even though she had been in a c*** for nearly a week, she was well overdo for her thrice-daily milkings and the over inflated throbbing in her breast was unbearable. Brandon held Mandy vertical while her father grabbed a sheet off the bed and together the two men and the medical team guided her to the milking barn. Nobody knew what would happen but at least there was an entourage to be sure she was not abandoned in the infirmary yet again. Brandon quickly went to the control booth to monitor the process while her Father opened the gate and allowed her to crawl between the ever-changing queue of heifers waiting to be milked. She trudged forward on all fours and noticed what a fine job the maintenance staff had done cleaning the floors and removing the excess manure from the walls. She remembered how dirty the walls were and how thick the floors were with mud and thought that she may want to increase the cleaning crew to twice a week instead of just once on Saturday morning. She was trying to keep a safe distance between the cows immediately in front and behind her as she entered the switching gate, she was remarkably transferred to milking stall Number One and could only pray that this time went better then the last. Upon entering the stall the gate swung closed behind her and her head was trapped between the bars around her neck. She began to panic as she was once again locked into the milking stall. The computer scanned her RF Tag, verified it matched her leather collar and photographed her tattooed cheek to make sure the company logo was intact and the number on her ass matched the rest. The machine detected that her head harness was removed and quickly reattached a new harness and metal bit over her head and through her mouth. Like the first harness, this one was riveted closed and prevented any speech from escaping her mouth. A red rubber nipple was presented to her face and she began suckling the precious nutrients as the silver suction devices attached to her over engorged teats. Her mind was quickly over taken with erotic thoughts as the feeding nipple reminded her of a time long ago when she was sucking Brandon’s penis after they snuck away to the woods behind the large farm estate. She envisioned his strong hands pulling and massaging her breasts as they gently spurted litre after litre from her elongated nipples. She kept her legs spread wide hoping the cool breeze through the barn would help reduce the stimulation to her clit. It took every last remaining cell of her mind to not reach up and begin fondling her pussy with her partially cloven hands knowing that nearly a dozen men had joined her father in the control booth to monitor the session. She had recently endured so many humiliations; she had no intention of masturbating herself to a much needed and long overdue orgasm in front of so many watchful eyes.The lack of a regular milking had caused the session to go into overtime. Normally the average heifer would only stand for an hour of feeding and milking three times a day, but she would be forced to stand alone in the cell for three solid hours as she produced a mind numbing 22 liters of milk. Nearly 6 liters more than she had on a daily basis back in the infirmary. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could resist pleasuring herself when the bars on her neck finally released and the exit gate opened to release her back to the herd. She nearly trotted out of the milking station, as her massive udders no longer felt like they were ready to burst. Once leaving the barn, she stood in the pasture and brushed the straw and dust from her knees. She did not realize that the juices dripping from her sopping wet pussy had left a sticky ooze all over the inside of her thighs. The breeze had slowly blown a thick layer of dust over her legs and her hairy unkempt pussy coating the inside of her legs in an obvious pattern of black lust. As she walked over to the fence, her dad had found her favorite pajamas that consisted of a short cotton blouse with a tie through the waist. It went over her shoulders and had big oversized sleeves for her arms to stick out. It normally went down past her ass, but her recently drained breasts tightened the shirt around her chest and hiked it up in the back just exposing the human cheeks of her ass above her fur covered legs. Her recent milking left her tits raw and sensitive, but it reduced the pressure enough to stop the throbbing, it also allowed her hotdog sized nipples to droop down rather then point straight out like spears from her watermelons. However despite the massive amount of milk that was removed, her breasts appeared no smaller in size. As she emerged from the pen, Brandon used a drill and knife to remove the harness and free the gag from her mouth. She immediately kissed him deeply indicating they may have more then a working friendship with each other. Brandon was having trouble keeping his penis in check as he found his former “friend with benefits” still incredibly attractive despite her recent situation and her overly sexual kiss was not helping his situation.The group returned to her bedroom so she could be briefed on her predicament. The medical team surmised that she was in perfect health for a half-human half-heifer species. Her tits measured an incredible eight inches in diameter at the base and were nearly 12 inches long not including the 3-inch nipples popping out the end. Her breast size was equivalent to a breast augmentation of nearly 4,000 cubic centimeters in each of her four breasts. A 700 cc augmentation was relatively unheard of by human standards and she was over five times that amount. Where the average milking cow had one large udder with four elongated nipples, She had four cow-sized udders with four cow-sized nipples. She was one of the herds top producers and was yielding between 15 to 16 liters a day. As evidenced by the week long c***, where some cows go un-milked and stop producing, she seemed to only produce more when not cycled daily. Therefore surgery to have the breasts removed or reduced would be impossible due to the long recovery time and inability to lactate while recovering. She would also never be able to have human sized nipples, as they simply weren’t capable of processing the 15 liters her body was now programmed to produce. Therefore the team’s only solution was that she continue a regular regiment of having her udders emptied three times a day as had been done while locked in the infirmary. They also had received back the blood and DNA work and determined that her changes were irreversible. They compared fixing her DNA to that of an Oil Tanker spill. While it is very easy to contaminate a body of water with raw crude, it’s nearly impossible to completely clean it up 100%. And while they tried to rid her body of the hybrid DNA, her body would be constantly replicating it making complete removal impossible. Additionally DNA repairs were still experimental at best and they could no way guarantee they would not accidentally remove something important to either the cow or human body and cause very harmful and potentially life threatening damage. They could always combine her with additional Cow DNA and further her transformation, or add a completely different species and alter her transformation, but returning to humanity was no longer an option. It was becoming quite evident that returning to a normal human life would be a fantasy that she would never obtain.They had only been talking for an hour after her last milking when she could feel her breasts beginning to fill again, Her nipples hardened first and were soon kinked against the inside of her cotton jumper and throbbing very painfully. As they tried to inflate, the sensitive teats burned as they rubbed against the coarse harsh soft cotton of her short nightgown. She soon learned her first lesson of heifer life. The first part of her breasts to need milking were her nipples and if they were not allowed to erect themselves freely, they would kink and constrict and feel like they were being torn from her chest. She eventually apologized and removed the nightgown completely exposing her bare breasts and the four filling udders that quickly sprung to life as if she just ate a bowl of Viagara. It was then that she noticed the black stains of dirt and juices that were coating her legs, but she was too embarrassed to excuse herself for the bathroom and instead simply laid the nightie over her lap hiding her obvious arousal. She continued meeting with the scientist and doctors until close to ten pm when they decided to leave for the day. Her father went back to the Master Suite; Mandy went to bed on her nice comfortable mattress after showering the day’s grime away while Brandon retired to the guesthouse in case the family needed something during the night. It was Mandy’s first night conscious in her bed and relished the soft supple mattress. No longer was she surrounded by foul smelling hay and sticky decaying straw poking her in the legs. It was her first time alone and safe in her own house, her human home, and she wanted to make up for lost time. She began massaging her breasts that brought an immediate result. As she returned from the shower she went into her hope chest at the foot of her bed and dug to the bottom hoping nobody had search her room in her absence. She picked out the remote control dildo and butt plug. She had received these as a gift for her 21st birthday and had only used them once before. She thought they were too dirty for her prim and proper self but after being forced to stand in her own feces for six months, she felt nothing was beneath her any longer. She struggled to handle the menacing devices as her fingers were hard to bend and the thick collagen covering the ends of each digit lacked mobility and dexterity that she had known as a human. She was finally able to remove the cap from the remote vibrator and inserted fresh batteries in the remote and the large rubber penis. She next found the pear shaped black rubber butt plug and thought she may as well go all the way. She awkwardly rubbed the large device against her nether lips and smeared her juices all over the end. Reluctantly she started to push the large intruder into her ass. It took far more force than she remembered to get the device buried between her cheeks beneath her newly formed tail. Just when she thought she could push no farther, her ass suddenly greedily sucked it in causing Mandy to squeal like a schoolgirl. She promptly raised her cloven hand to her mouth hoping nobody heard her shout. She paused for a few minutes gasping into her own hand to make sure nobody was coming to check on her and wondered if she wasn’t going too far. Once her breathing calmed down she returned to her vibrator and it easily slipped inside her with little effort. She began to fondle the remote when it fell out of her clumsy hands and landed behind her headboard. Try as she might she could not reach it and resigned herself to another night of frustration. It was then that she realized she was both extremely horny and her burgeoning teats were dripping from not being pumped. She reached into her box one last time and removed the rubber shorts that she had been given as part of an X-Rated Halloween costume. It took all her effort but she was finally able to wiggle the shorts over her hairy body up her legs, cut a hole in the rear and snake her cow tail through the cut opening. She was going to sneak off to the barn and let the machine do the arousal for her but wanted to make sure her toys did not fall out in the process.It was just before 2 AM when she left her room and snuck across the barn for a little nighttime playtime. She left her nightie in her bedroom and streaked across the farm to the milk house. Most of the cows were sleeping so she quickly hoped the fence and crawled to the switching gate. Meanwhile back in her room, the vibrator remote was pulsating red as it defaulted to “proximity mode” when the fresh batteries were inserted. As soon as she was more then 100 feet away for more then ten minutes, the device would be set to punishment mode. Her clock had started ticking and any minute now, she would be hoping that she was back in her room, not foolishly trying to sneak out in the night on her first evening of freedom. Almost on instinct, Station One opened up and she was shuttled inside. In her haste to prepare she forgot all that was going to happen. Her head became locked in the bars and the computer scanned her body. It confirmed the RF Tag and the Collar, but due to the black rubber panties, it could not scan her ass branding. It could not recognize the branding and decided that she had some type of skin condition and would be sent to the infirmary. It also noticed that she was missing her headgear yet again and this time would be her last. Instead of the standard rubber coated bridal with leather straps she received an all steel bridal with heavy steel chains wrapped around her head. The chains were pulled tightly and the links dug into her flesh painfully. The chains were then welded shut and encoded to match the rest of her identification. Removal would not only be nearly impossible but would muğla vip escort be painful as well. She quickly began to panic as the Silver Suction tubes did not present themselves to her teats nor did the feeding nipple appear in front of her. Instead the heavy shackles locked around her wrists and knees indicating she was bound for the Infirmary to treat her skin condition. She screamed into the metal bit but everyone was sleeping and she could not be heard anyways. Upon arrival the suction cups appeared and quickly latched onto her teats. The feeding nipple appeared and began supplying sweet nutrition to her stomach. DNA and blood testing began but did not find any signs of infection. She would be placed under mandatory 24-hour quarantine for full diagnosis. Just as she was beginning to feel the rewards of her stupid decision to enter the milk house, the vibrator in her pussy went into full punishment mode and took away any pleasure she was destined for that evening. She tried to remove it but her cuffed hands could not reach her pussy. She tried to squeeze it out, but the rubber panties kept it buried deep inside her. She would spend the next 24 hours, suckling her feed nipple, while her butt plugged teased her ass, the milking machine aroused her nipples and the vibrator punished her pussy. She flipped between pain and pleasure a million times as the line between fantasy and reality blurred with each moment. Brandon and her Father awoke the next day to find Mandy missing yet again. Rather then call out a search party they immediately ran to the control booth to track the whereabouts of their favorite cow heifer Number 163478. When they discovered she had been transferred back to the Heifer Hospital they tried to have her removed, but the quarantine could not be overruled and she would be forced to stay locked up until 2 am Sunday morning. Even though Mandy had divulged the Master codes for the entire system, the quarantine was a requirement by the FDA and could not be over-ruled by anyone, for any reason. It would be a long Sunday for everyone involved as Mandy was mercilessly tortured and pleasured once again inside the Heifer Hospital. She cursed her father and Brandon for leaving her locked up all day when they should have been able to figure out her location. They determined there was nothing they could do and nervously went about their daily chores. Brandon set his alarm for 1 AM and woke up in time to get changed and make his way to the milking station. He was told to notify her Father if there was a problem, but according to the infirmary records her health and vital signs were normal if not erratic. At 2 AM the alarm went off in the control booth indicating that Heifer 163478 was transferring back to the milking station for release. She was placed back into station one where she was promptly released and allowed to crawl back to the pasture behind the barn.As she wobbly crawled out of the barn Brandon jumped over the fence to greet her and helped her to her feet. He immediately recognized the chain linked harness wrapped around her head and realized he would be unable to remove it. He reached behind her and helped stand her up and carry her to the bedroom. As soon as they were within 100 feet of the Main House the remote switched back to full pleasure mode and her head began to spin in ecstasy. By the time they arrived back at her bedroom her sexpot was boiling over and she could not contain herself. As soon as the door closed behind them she pushed Brandon onto the bed and fumbled with his sweat pants.Confused at first but quickly aroused by the sudden change of mood he reached down and helped her free his growing penis from his loins. The second his penis emerged from his pants, she opened her gagged mouth and began sucking on his penis for several minutes until his sweet sperm was shooting from his tip and down her throat. Even after she eagerly ate the last drop she crawled on top of him and begged him to remove her pants. She eventually mumbled enough that he began reaching for her waist and realized that she was wearing rubber pants and was hiding so much more between her legs. It took a long while for him to wiggle the tight rubber pants down her sweaty legs. Finally with the thick red rubber panties removed he was able to retract the rubber vibrating penis from her vagina and finally give her some relief. As soon as the penis shape plug was removed it was immediately replaced by Brandon’s own penis as she began humping him to a mind-blowing orgasm. She had several massive orgasms before she collapsed on the bed next to Brandon with the pear-shaped plug still jammed deep in her ass.She lay in his arms for several minutes coming off her emotional roller coaster and returning to reality in her bedroom. She tried to reach behind her and remove the large plug in her ass, but with her limited mobility and the lack of sensation in her fingers she was unable to grasp the plug and finally gave up and begged for Brandon to remove the plug from her stretched arse. Once she was completely free of her rubber invaders, the two of them retreated to the shower to wash the juices and dirt from her hybrid body before going to bed for the night. The sponge bath in the shower pushed her to the limit and they had sex in the shower as she was teetering on her hooven feet before finally making it to bed for the night. They awoke in the morning as Mandy’s Dad was knocking on her door to discover Mandy and Brandon laying in bed together. Mandy four teats had inflated to full size and her long nipples were sticking straight up like the spires of a church. He was shocked at first to find the two of them together, but had always suspected that there was some spark between them both. Mandy was still unable to speak as the chain link harness was still welded around her head. Brandon escorted Mandy down to the milking station so she could receive her morning feeding as well as her first of three daily milkings. After the hour-long session inside the milking barn she exited the barn horny as hell and eager to find her fuck buddy to relieve the built up tension from her morning session.4: Return to NormalityShe spent the next two-weeks reprogramming the entire computer system and debugging the code to allow for special circumstances for Cow #163478. It would have taken less time had she been able to type faster and operate the mouse to the mainframe with human hands. As it was, she had to let her fingers grow longer so she could taper them so she could stop hitting three keys at once. She had to completely change her typing habits to compensate for her unbendable fingers. She was able to promote her father and Brandon to Super Users giving them complete access to the system and all buildings in the event she was somehow detained against her will. She was able to create special rules for herself but could not completely change the rules to suit her situation. She was able to modify the milking station so that she would not have to wear the harness and bit gag in her mouth during milking. But it would be closer to three weeks before she could remove the safety precaution that prevented her from cutting the chain link gag on her face and removing the metal bit in her mouth.It was nearly a month before she could give Brandon the all clear to cut her harness from her head and finally remove the thick chains and steel bit in her mouth. She was able to prohibit the computer from administering additional DNA supplements to promote milk production or continue her transformation into a cow. She was not able to remove the collar from her neck or the bell that hung from it. She also could not remove the RF Tag from her ear, as they were both required to track her progress and health on the farm and removal of either would result in her getting branded a second time and retagged the next time she was milked. The marks on her ass and lips were embarrassing enough; there was no way she wanted to repeat the process. She also could not remove the massive ring from her nose and would be forever stuck with the ring dangling in the middle of her face.She quickly learned that clothing was optional in her new life. Not only was the simple task of getting dressed made extremely difficult with her cumbersome claws. But simply finding items that would fit her unusual proportions was next to impossible. With four gigantic breasts with 3-inch nipples, there was not a bra on the planet that would fit. Her teats were always rubbed raw from the constant milking and no matter how much medication or lotions she applied to them; they could only grant a few minutes of relief. She had a costume seamstress and several other cloths makers arrive at the farm to create a garment that would fit her unique body, but all had failed. Her breasts were extremely sensitive and every touch no matter what the cloth excited her. Her teats were soft and would hang down immediately after milking, but within an hour they would begin filling and become stiffer, wanting to stick directly out from her chest as her breasts began to swell. Any bra which kept them bent over or down caused her incredible pain as the nipples tried to stand up and the garment kept them kinked at their base. The first four-cup bra did exactly that. After waiting weeks for the seamstress to finish it, she could not bear to wear it longer then a couple hours. After the nipples started growing, she immediately cut four circular holes allowing her teats to escape and point in their desired direction. This of course allowed them to rub against her cotton shirt, which was quite painful. But also extremely exciting as the silken cups tickled and teased her breasts and caused her pussy to dribble down her thighs. As a temporary solution, she wore the modified bra but allowed her nipples full exposure to the rest of the farm while the group devised a solution. She tried tiny socks made of cotton, silk and nylon to cover her nipples, but regardless of the fabric they were far too scratchy. She tried tubes and hoses of rubber, plastic and metal, but all turned her on to no end. She tried wearing no bra at all, but even the lightest of over sized shirts stilled tickled, teased and tormented her to the point she could not take it any longer. She soon traded the embarrassment and humiliation of walking around the farm topless to the torments offered by and garment she had yet to conceive.She also found that as her regular milking time approached, it was more comfortable to crawl on all fours than to walk on her cloven feet. As her udders reached their breaking point, they pulled on her body and stretched the skin unbelievable. Crawling allowed her breasts to hang straight down which was far more comfortable than walking. She would always be seen crawling out of the farmhouse in the morning to take her place in line behind the many true heifers on their way to the milking station but leaving the milking barn on her cloven feet feeling over ten pounds lighter. Each of her three daily milking sessions would yield nearly a gallon and a half. She was yielding nearly 16 liters a day, which earned her the rank as one of the highest producing heifers on the farm. A distinction she held with both pride and complete humiliation. Her father had never been prouder of her daughter, not just because of her ability to supplement the farm, but also more importantly for her ability to carry on in the face of such adversity. He often thought that he was more embarrassed by seeing his only daughter half naked and bare breasted strutting around the farm doing her day-to-day tasks as if it was just another day in the office.Her relationship with Brandon continued to blossom and it was his strength and affection that she turned to keep her predicament from killing her. While her father remained a pillar of strength for her, Brandon assisted with the more intimate details of her life. Obviously her sexual appetite could be quenched in a number of ways, but Brandon and his developing erotic adventures was her preferred method. They would often be seen walking through the farm or to or from the woods in a back pasture either walking hand in hand or leash to nose ring on two or four legs. He was also put in charge of the task of trimming and cleaning her nails and hooves. They found that she required trimming her rear feet every three months, but her cumbersome finger hooves needed reshaping once a month so she could continue using a keyboard. About once a month he would recover her feet and fingers in a layer of copper sulfate to keep them healthy. At which time he would typically repaint her nails. Initially her pedicures used traditional fingernail paint by the pint. She simply had so much surface area to cover that the small ounce sized glass jars simply wouldn’t cut it. They later learned that aerosol paints were faster and dried quicker. While the paint didn’t last as long, it was a fraction of the cost and could be easily changed without stripping and starting over. As a young lady, she never left the house without having her nails painted, so coloring her black heavy nails was a way to hold onto her remaining few bits of humanity as well as made her hands look cleaner and healthier.Brandon was also in charge of her general grooming. Generally she kept her hair at a cute shoulder length, which kept it relatively clean when she was crawling through the milking stations and around the farms when her udders hurt too much to walk erect. While her white and black fur never grew more then 2 inches in length, she required regular grooming to reduce the constantly shedding hairs to a minimum. The summers were the hardest and they often shaved her completely or down to a more manageable stubble length to help keep her cool. Unfortunately the first time they tried shaving her completely they unfortunately discovered that her unique beauty was not just skin deep. Her skin was no longer a light tan beneath her fur, but rather reflected the same black and white patterns that her hairs reflected on the outside. Even when she was completely shaved during the hottest months of the years, she still did not look human. It had been over a year since her transformation and Mandy had adjusted to her new life as best she could. They had informed the sheriff that Mandy had returned to the farm claiming she was overworked and simply took some time to cool off and reflect on her life. They referred to it as a life changing Hiatus where she was able to contemplate her future role in the Dawson Farm, which is why she left so unexpectedly. She returned just as unexpectedly with a new outlook on farm life and intended to stay with her father’s farm, but in a much less public role. Brandon and her father would attend all the seminars and conferences allowing Mandy to concentrate on the finances and production efficiency of the farm. It seemed like a fairly weak story, but after she contacted the local Sheriff on several occasions she was able to convince him that was the case and he need not interview her in person to prove it. Any one who chose to work on the farm was required to sign a release form stating they would never tell of the changes that had occurred to Mandy and any cameras or cell phones were no longer allowed on the farm. Mandy’s transformation became a safely guarded secret, but one that the small farm with it’s few hired hands had successfully maintained for the last year. Despite the medical expenses and setback in the development of the automated milking machines, the investment paid off in exactly three years, just as Mandy’s initial investigation predicted. To celebrate the achievement, her father threw a huge feast for the entire farm to congratulate all the workers on the accomplishment. True to his word, they retired Station Number One and replaced it with a completely new station. It was a sad moment for Mandy as she had a wide range of emotions and a strange sense of attachment for the mechanism that brought her so much pain and change to her life. While it was Station One that caused her demise, it truly wasn’t the fault of the machine. She could only blame herself for allowing herself to be in the position where she allowed the machines to garner the upper hand. She watched from the control booth as Station One was disassembled and pushed off to the side of the milking barn while the replacement machine was brought in and wired and plumbed to the existing building. The removal and installation took nearly eight hours, but by the end of the day Replacement Station One was up and running. She left the control booth before the installers had left and taken the remnants of Original Station one to be carted off to the recyclers. The next day she entered the Control Booth and reprogrammed the switching gate to ensure she was transferred through the New Station One. With the programming change in place she used the one-way gate they had installed months ago to make her introduction into the herd for milking much easier when her heavy udders were weighing her down. As she crawled along the muddy concrete path, the switching gate cycled her to the New Station One and she marveled at how clean the gleaming red bars of the new stall were in comparison to the other older milking stations. Gone were the duct tape and zip ties that held the wires in place. The rusty and unpainted welds that had been added and deleted over the years were gone and replaced with shiny stainless steel brackets outlining the bright red fences and silver chains and mechanisms. As the grid closed around her head as it had three times daily for the last twelve months she admired how smoothly the gates operated and how quietly the bars operated without pinching her head too tightly. She decided that she would reprogram the computer so that she was always routed over to this station for processing.Her Father had other plans however. After his daughter left the control booth, he had sent the Old Station out for repairs and modifications. He was building an addition onto the Milking House claiming he wanted additional space to store equipment. Mandy was vehemently against the addition insisting there were other buildings that made more sense from a logistic standpoint, but her father continued attaching the building to the side of the milk house and even added a door leading directly into the addition from the control room. Mandy was so against the addition that she never even looked behind the door to see that was being added to the space. Her birthday was coming up this weekend, and her father planned a big breakfast for Mandy and Brandon. When Brandon brought her down for breakfast, they quickly blindfolded her and walked her topless across the farm and into the control booth. Although she couldn’t see where she was, she recognized the route and the sounds from the control room. When the blindfold was removed, the uninvestigated door to the addition was wrapped with a big red ribbon. Mandy was very confused at first but was quickly told to approach the door. Her heavy swollen udders were weighing her down and all she really wanted was to eat breakfast quickly so she could crawl to the milking room and relieve the growing pressure at her chest. As she approached the door the light above the door turned green and the computerize voice spoke up welcoming Mandy to the control booth. As she walked through the door expecting to find a bare studded room filled with shovels tools or supplies she was surprised to find something completely different. In the middle of the room was a single milking station that her father had made from the salvaged parts of Station One. The rusted bars were sanded smooth and powder coated with a fresh layer of her favorite shade of pink. The floors were coated in thick soft rubber tiles so she would not slip and her knees would not ache after milking. The clean rubberized tiles were easy to hose down and disinfect and she would no longer be forced to trudge through the path of mud and cow dung. The walls were dry walled and painted in natural hues that looked more at place inside the house then in the white sterile interiors of the milk house. The windows let in plenty of natural light and were covered in matching curtains to help set off the décor. There was a small sitting table in the corner and a couple of comfortable padded chairs so her father or boyfriend could be comfortable while she endured her daily schedule. There were multiple flat screens and a large button keyboard at the front of the milking station so she could watch TV or work on the computer. Instead of the sliding horizontal and vertical bars that tightly gripped her neck and kept her immobile, there was a large padded shelf that would help suspend her weight off her arms so she could rest her arms or operate the computer. The changes to the cell would allow her to do other things while she stood motionless as the robotic machine helped relieve her swollen breasts. Ordinarily she would spend three to four hours a day locked in the milking stall with nothing to do. But her private milking room would allow her many different options to entertain herself during her daily ritual. Her anger with her father with building the secret storage room immediately went away as she hugged them both and quickly crawled into Good Ole Station One for it’s inaugural test run. As the machine engaged her breasts, Brandon handed her a large traditional country breakfast that would soon make her stomach as full as her breasts had been. As she looked around her new addition she knew that this would be her life and despite the challenges and tough times ahead, she knew she was home and she knew her new family would always be there for her.The End.

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the villaThe following is a bit farfetched, but so what. If you don’t like what I write stop reading.H: My wife is here with me to make sure I tell it right and to chip in with the bits I don’t know as well as her. She’s nodding agreement. You’ll know it’s me speaking by the H: and her by the W: and if I mix it up or forget the protocol you’ll have to work it out for yourself by the context.So it was a lovely place in the hills a little way up from the main drag by the beautiful blue sea of the Med. It was a villa complex of around 6 distinct units built around a shared pool. They all faced the sun but there was plenty of mature planting for shade. It was the first week we had had without k**s and paid for by the in-laws who were looking after the c***dren.A week to ourselves to laze and do nothing particular.We had good flights and arrived just after lunch. It was a bit out of season so not too crowded, in fact when we arrived there was only one other villa in occupation. Nice couple he was a good deal older than us but she was obviously rather younger than him. A handsome woman.Apparently he was loaded and had brought people with him to cook and clean and drive him and her about. He maybe loaded but couldn’t resist a bargain and he had seen two weeks here for next to nothing (well next to nothing for him it would have been an out of reach fortune for us). He was also extremely charismatic with an easy charm and persuasive nature.We opened up the big doors of our villa onto a patio that had sun loungers and led to the pool.We hadn’t been in residence long when they appeared in our kitchen and called for us. We exchanged niceties and they invited us for pre dinner drinks, they wouldn’t take no for an answer.Drinks turned out to be rather addictive cocktails and divine snacks. He was a little over flirtatious toward my wife but it was all in good fun, his wife occupied me with more mundane stuff.W: He had his hand on my bum.H: What?W: whilst you were talking to his wife she got you to face her, pointing away from him and me and he let his hand roam across my behind whilst he poured the cocktail from the jug into my glass.H: you never told me that before. W: He was very attentive and nice looking and persuasive and had a certain charm, and to be honest, it was warm and the drink had made my head swim round and his hand was rather nice and old fashioned. I liked it.H: But you never said.W: No, I never did, but get on with the story.H: Well you know I am slightly taken aback but anyway…. after a while we left and walked down to the town for a bite to eat for dinner. We had decided not to hire a car we wanted to walk as much as possible. Dinner was typical Mediterranean pleasantness, and when finished we started walking back holding hands…. we ran into the couple from the villa. Did we want a lift?Actually we didn’t but he was a successful man of the sort that didn’t take no for an answer. The car complete with driver had appeared from nowhere, I was escorted to the front passenger seat and my wife was centred between the man and his own lady. I knew something was going on in the back but was asked to keep a look out in front for wild rabbits that had a habit of running out suddenly, nobody wanted to hurt the sweet fluffy a****ls.My wife told me after we all got out the car that whilst sitting in the back he had put his arm round her and was stroking her neck and shoulder in a very intimate way. She was about to stop him but his own wife nodded her approval and she put a finger to her own lips to indicate that she thought my wife should stay quiet. In other words let him touch her and not protest.What happened next is what my wife told me ….W: I will tell them it was me after all and you were looking the other way. His stroking was actually having a nice effect. I was just wearing a sun dress with skinny straps my shoulder was almost entirely bare. I couldn’t believe what he did next. He pushed the strap over my shoulder and slipped his hand in the top of my dress. He had a hold of one of my boobs. We hadn’t known them more than two minutes and he had touched my bum in the kitchen and now was mauling my breast in the back of a car where I was sitting next to his wife, and just behind my husband. Nothing like this ever happens to people like us, never. Ever.Except it was.I looked at his wife, I didn’t know what she would make of this, and she nodded her approval and spoke with hubby to make certain he was sure to keep a keen eye out for the rabbits, she said she did so love wild life. And you never turned round once, did you?Well I was braless you see, in summer I often am. And the material of my dress had been grazing on my nipple, so when he put his hand in, it was hard as rock. My nipples were standing up rigid. And then with his other hand he now put his finger to his lips, he wanted me to be silent as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and then unexpectedly he squeezed really hard. I would have screamed normally but he commanded silence. I feigned a cough and when you asked me was I alright I just said it was a tickle in my throat. All the time he was playing with my nipple. And more his wife put her hand on my knee and started stroking upwards. The drive was short, which is just as well because her fingers were under my hem as we arrived home. The man asked the driver to park the car in the garage and he and my husband got out, but his wife held me back for a brief moment, she whispered wait, don’t move. So I remained.For that moment when the men were out of the car engaged in some small talk or other, his wife called to the driver to look round, and when he did, she lifted the hem of my skirt up so he could see all my legs. She whispered to me to separate them a little so he could have a proper look…H: OMG you never told me this before.W: Well, you know, I didn’t know how you might of taken it, anyway we did worse that week. H: But we hadn’t till then and we hadn’t discussed anything like that, not then.W: I know but still, it seemed harmless enough, anyway the people want to know what happened so please be quiet for a moment. So I opened my legs a bit and the driver smiled and clearly liked what he was seeing. And the wife of the rich man said to the driver, if he was a good boy then maybe they would share me.H: You mean she was suggesting on that first evening you would be given to the driver without asking you or even me?W: Exactly. Perhaps you should continue now.H: I am not sure I can. I thought we discussed later what was happening and what was potentially about to occur when all the time you had given tacit agreement before we talked.W: If you had not wanted things to progress then actually I would have not let them go any further.H: well I need to think things over, I am going to make tea and will be back, you can talk to the people and hold the fort till I return.Husband LeavesW: Whilst he is gone I have to confess that whatever I just said I really wanted things to progress and I certainly wanted, and intended to have some extracurricular holiday fun.Silence till husband returnsH: so we got back in the villa and she told me he had m*****ed her breast, although not the part about the hard nipple squeezing ir showing herself off to the driver, and she said that she had really rather enjoyed it, meaning the boob fest. He was a very charismatic and engaging man with an immense aura. She was powerless to stop him. She said she felt sure he would try and go further tomorrow, certain the two of them would try and compromise her in some way. And I asked her did she want to take it further and without hesitation but without looking at me she said in a very small voice that ‘it might be nice.’ She said we both spent so long working and doing drudge this would be a wonderful one off experience and we should go with the flow so to speak. W: I told him, if he didn’t like it we would stop instantly, I promised him that.H: She did promise. And that night we made love. She was already turned on, hotter and more ready for action than I could remember for years. We had only been there a few hours and we were making plans to throw off all the shackles of normal life, actually it sounded rather intoxicating. I wanted to see how things would develop for us both.Next day we were up long before them and lazed about muğla sınırsız escort with a pleasant breakfast by the pool a bit of sunbathing and an odd dip to cool off. Finally they appeared and it was a typical British scene them keeping themselves to themselves save for a nod and a good morning. He read his paper she looked at a magazine and lay on a sun lounger in the shade. We were a little surprised they didn’t’ come over. Maybe it was all alcohol driven bravado the day before.Maybe that was all that was going to happen.It didn’t last. When my wife jumped in the pool again to cool off, he casually jumped in after her and they chatted and splashed and played like overgrown k**s, laughing and teasing each other. His wife came over casually and sat on my lounger in a familiar way. They were clearly in charge.The man was closing the gap and very close to my wife, I couldn’t make out if he was touching her because the sun was catching the surface of the pool and the water was mirror like… but there was giggling and mock tutting.His wife saw me looking at them ‘let them be’ she said, ‘ Que sera sera, we’re all on holiday, time to let ones hair down’ or something along those lines. She touched my leg (I was in swimming shorts) just above the knee reassuringly. ‘He really likes her,’ she said ‘he is a powerful man and used to getting his way,’ she said ‘he is really taken with your lady but if you are prepared to go along without a fuss….’ her hand moved up my leg slowly and meaningfully, it was very nice and I was aroused,….’ I will make sure you aren’t left out or disappointed.’ Her hand moved on upwards, I was stiff and it must have been obvious to her. She looked back to the pool to her husband and my wife, I followed her gaze, they were clearly in some kind of hold but how intimate it was impossible to tell. ‘They are happy, let’s keep them that way, she loves you, I love him, I guarantee no harm will come of it and we will all have a little…. fun.’And with that her hand found its way to the outside of my shorts where I was obviously standing to attention. She took hold through the material and stroked slowly and sensuously, and I couldn’t help but lay back on the lounger and close my eyes and just enjoy the thrill…‘Good boy, I am assuming you will be good.’ And she squeezed a little more firmly driving me wild and I was only just able to nod my agreement.She let go, ‘Right she said that’s settled then. We are having a little part later, just a few close friends. You and your wife will be guests of honour as the newcomers. My husband will look after her and I will ensure you are catered for. Everyone that comes is a consenting adult, coming of their own free will, so no need to have any concerns. By the way, my husband doesn’t always take a full part in these affairs, often he likes to flirt and touch, but his big kick is from watching. But we never really know whether he will decide to perform until the night. Now I’ll tell your wife what to wear and there will be food so no need to eat early… we’ll start about nineish.’When we were getting ready we talked about what might take place and we both agreed that we would let whatever happened, happen. As long as there was no real kinky stuff, no chains or beating or blindfolds… no pain… then we will let it happen. Anything vastly unusual and we would both walk. It was agreed.W: He wasn’t touching me in the pool, well not in that way. We were playing at splashing so I was holding his arms so he couldn’t splash me.By the way I didn’t know she was holding your thingy. It’s a bit much you complained I never told you about him when you didn’t tell me about her…. touching your thingy.H: The people don’t want to hear about this they want to know what happened at the party. For our audience, she has nodded in a sulky way.Well we got there at nine and people started arriving. Not that many in the end, about a dozen, mainly men. A couple of extra women, both rather attractive. None of the women were particularly provocatively dressed. All respectable but because it was summer and warm, a good deal of flesh on display and loose fitting floaty skirts. Flat sandals rather than heels also because of the weather.W: Can I just say before you go into detail that I don’t want anyone thinking I am cheap, or easy, or a tart or nothing like that.H: anything like that.W: what?H: it’s anything like that, not nothing like that.W: Whatever. I am just saying I did what I did that week because it seemed right. When he first touched me, you know in the back of the car, well I was gonna stop him, but it felt quite nice, actually it felt very nice. To be touched as a woman, just for being a woman, and not being treated as the maid that does the cleaning or cooking and all the drudge. I’m not saying you take me for granted, you don’t far from it, I know how much you love me and want me, but this was different. It was the only thing he wanted, just the woman bit, just the sex bit and I liked being desired and wanted just for that. And I also had a flash of guilt about all the bad the things in the world. All the bombs and terrorists and the people they hurt just because they get in the way… it’s not right. I thought of all the poor people and lives that the bad filth have destroyed and somehow I knew that the ones that were hurt, I knew they would give anything to turn back the clock to be normal and have the chance to live a normal life and I am sure that if they were given the chance knowing then what they know now would say to me seize the moment, live for the moment, and if something comes along and opens a new opportunity, something unusual and exciting, go for it. And I sort of felt…. in a really strange way…. I should do this for them too…. honestly. I know it don’t make it better for them, but I know they would all say, good on you, go for it girl, live life to the full, ENJOY! H: are you serious? You did what you did because of the bad things in the world?W: well yeah, that and it felt bloody marvellous too!H: We all chatted at the party for a while and to tell the truth it was all a bit stilted and boring small talk of the worst kind…. but our host started to move in on my lady and had his arm round herHe introduced her to a couple of his male friends. Much laughing and hilarity emanated form their group. His wife introduced me to one of the other ‘lady’s.’ she had agreed that she would ‘distract’ me when I needed, if I needed distraction. She linked arms with me as if we were going for a stroll in the park and I was her prized possession.There were a couple of mingle groups but mostly they all seemed to be keeping an eye on the host. They had all been to these things before.I could see his arm round my wife was becoming animated and he was stroking and touching her in a familiar manner. And she slipped her arm round him. She was in effect demonstrating her submission to him. His arm went round her shoulder and without any prevarication he held her breast, in public, in front of them men they were talking to. The room could see this and went a little quiet. She stood proudly next to him, pushing out her chest a little to make it more obvious that she was accepting his attention. We could all hear him tell his friend s that her boobs were quite the most splendid he had held for years and invited one of them men to see for himself. The room went almost silent to watch. Our host released his hold of her totally and pushed her a little forward; The man reached out quickly and squeezed both breasts. Our host tutted and said that wasn’t what he had in mind at all and slipped round behind my wife, flipped the straps of her dress over her shoulders and pushed the top down revealing her resplendent breasts, nipples already erect, no bra in summer you see. There was a collective gasp in the room as she was revealed and lots of complimentary comments about the shape and size of these delights. Even the women were finding good things to say.And the man now reached forward and helped himself to her beautiful melons. I have to confess I was rather excited at the site of my wife’s breasts being m*****ed thus by a total stranger. The woman who was to be my ‘companion’ for the evening must have sensed I was excited and unlinked muğla swinger escort her arm, ran her hand down my back and stroked my behind. She brought her mouth near to my ear and whispered how it was such an intoxicating site to see one’s partner being taken by somebody else, and her tongue darted in my ear. I was really stiff. She suggested we keep watching but move a little closer.My wife had a loose fitting dress, the act of pushing it down meant that it started to slide down a bit further and with a slight tug from the host…… it was on the floor. Only a brief thong undergarment and I mean brief, kept her modesty intact. The host managed to pull the dress from free from her feet.Strange hands on her boobs replaced by the man’s mouth, licking and sucking to the sound of cheers from the other guests who had become a semi circular audience, encouraging him to be more daring. Only the host instructed the man to take his time, my wife was fine wine he said and to be savoured.W: He was wonderful like that. He always said the right things and his timing was immaculate.H: And the woman I was with manoeuvred us to a good vantage point but slightly apart from everyone else. The host invited a second man to come forward and take over the breasts attention, the first suitor was encouraged to go behind my wife and stroke her back side. The thing afforded no protection and his hands devoured her cheeks and he slipped his fingers easily through the valley where the thong strap was living. The host nodded that he should go on. His hand ventured right between her legs and through the thong fabric he was clearly interfering with her most private jewel. She gasped, loudly and the party cheered louder. The other female suggested he ‘massage the slut’s clit’ and he did. She swooned and again the party cheered. A mouth on one breast, a thumb and forefinger on the other and a hand between her legs with a finger on her sensitive love button,….W: It was unbelievable. I can’t remember ever feeling like that. I went weak, I could hardly stand, and I thought I was going to collapse. The pleasure was overwhelming. I think the host must have known and he told the men to lie me on the sofa, the long luxurious soft sofa. The two men led me there and as they lay me back I felt a tug at the thong and it was removed, I was naked and available to anyone. Frankly I would have let a smelly one eyed tramp have his way with me at that moment, I was so hot and turned on, I just wanted satisfaction.H: on her back and two complete strangers were about devour my lovely wife, the mother of my c***dren. One of them had kicked off his trousers and it was clear he had intent on using her sweet and lovely mouth. The other kneeled by her legs and starting near her feet ran his hands upwards. He wasn’t happy with her he called her dirty names and in particular an F’ing bitch…. he wanted her to surrender completely…. he slapped her leg and then impatiently took one and hooked it over the back of the sofa and the other he pulled toward him so that it was hanging over the edge, her foot nearly on the floor.That is what he was after, she was wide open for him to investigate…. he called her a cheap f’ing whore. The audience cheered and cat called and agreed. The guests were calling her dirty names, bitch whore, slut all the usual stuff anf the one I recall the most that rang out more than once was , ‘easy.’ Not a rude word as such but such an insult…. and on that night it was true enough, you were certainly, ‘easy.’W: I was so hot, so ready for action. Yes, i suppose I was easy, because i took all of them, in one night, and had never met a single one of them before. It must have been true, but just that evening.H: Her mouth was forced open by a reasonable sized stiff penis, he shoved it in unceremoniously. At the other end the man re positioned himself and used both hands to play with the creases at the top of her legs before moving onto massage the whole sexual area and pull her love lips as upwards as they would extend. Once they were extended like that he then started pulling them wide apart. And we could clearly hear and see that she was wet and excited. Her hole was visible.The man in her mouth was cradling her head and pumping himself in and out, she in turn was holding onto him and seemed to me was trying to impale herself more. At the business end of her body the man had two fingers in her hole and was amused to find her hips arching and body pushing against his inserted digits. She was going crazy with lust.W: I was. I had never ever been quite so turned on. The idea of being a lump of flesh, a plaything, was as alien to everyday life as it was possible to be…. it was an aphrodisiac. A couple of days before I was washing school clothes, that evening being treated as a slut, in front of an appreciative crowd.H: I hadn’t noticed till then but a third man had dropped his trousers, now he really was well endowed. Not like the obscene monstrosities you see in the dirty films but a proper realistic big appendage. Much longer than mine and, more impressively yet, a far bigger circumference, she was gonna squeal mighty loud when he split her apart. W: I never saw it until he withdrew after wards, I just felt it. It was unreal.H: The man in the mouth kept going till the last moment but the man using his fingers removed himself in favour of the ‘big man.’ The big Guy climbed onto the sofa and got between her legs, he rubbed the tip up and down her wet excited lips to make sure it was ready and he started to insert his monster.The guy in her mouth now withdrew; we all, including him, wanted to see this. We all wanted to see her surrender her, sorry my darling for the obscenity, surrender her wet cunt, to the biggest live dick I have ever seen.The woman looking after me whispered and asked me if I was going to be OK with this, I nodded. There was nothing in the world I wanted to see more at that very moment than my wife impaled by that giant thing, I wanted to see her gasp and moan under its sheer girth, I wanted to hear her cry out as it rammed into her sweet and tight young love tunnel. I knew she had never had anything of that magnitude before and I had never seen her have sex with another man before and I was stiff as a bean pole and wanted the woman next to me to afford me relief whilst I watched. I took her hand and guided it, she knew what to do and quickly unbuckled my belt and trousers and whooped out my stiff friend and she started to massage me. She was an expert and I was afraid she might make me come quickly, and I begged her to go slow and she did. W: I didn’t know you were being wanked off by a woman whilst watching me. H: You know I was being ‘looked after’ and had sex with other ladies during the week .W: Yeah but being wanked off while watching me? I thought I was giving you all the stimulation you needed.H: Yes well it doesn’t work like that. Anyway you was clearly on fire and clutching and moaning and screaming with delight and begging him to be harder and faster. She was an uncaged a****l running wild for the first time. Her nails were raking his poor back, she even drew blood. I could see her kissing his face, ears mouth. And he hooked her legs and folded her over so he absolutely total access to ram her as hard as he possibly could, he had one foot on the floor and one knee on the sofa, his power was immense. She clearly came more than once and the crowd cheered. W: He was big, you know. It was a very strange and intense feeling. He was longer than anyone I had ever had. When he pushed in, it seemed like I could feel it filling up my whole body, I could feel all my organs being re-arranged just to accommodate the thing, I swear I could feel him in the back of my throat. And the width of it! He was stretching my hole like it had never been stretched before (except for the k**s of course but that was different). And whilst I felt he was ripping me apart, I wanted more and I remember trying to push my hips up to help him drive deeper and harder… I was spasming all the time. I didn’t orgasm in the usual way I do building up slowly and then exploding at the last knocking. No this was a continuous burst of electricity firing off thunderbolts of pleasure throughout my body the whole time. muğla tekneye gelen escort Lights were flashing, sirens wailing, I just wanted it to go on forever.H: Wow, you never put it like that before.He was obviously a master of his art and was not about to finish too quickly. He varied his speed and even slowed to almost standstill more than once. Suddenly he did stop, withdrew totally, dragged her off the sofa and turned her round, bent her over and drove into her from behind. Her hair was covering her face, we couldn’t see her expression any more but we could hear her moans of pleasure and the profanities she uttered. And when he stopped for a moment she kept riding. He stood still and she kept impaling her sweet wet hole on his monster cock. Finally he clearly could not take it anymore, he grabbed her hips and drove into her repeatedly with a ferocity that made what went before seem gentle. His last three or four pushes were immense her head was crashing against the back of the sofa her arms had long since given way and he was violating her as if she was a rag doll.He exploded into her with a roar of triumph, his juice squirted deep inside her. He withdrew to much cheering. And the host brought him a glass of cold water. My wife collapsed on the sofa and was left to catch her breath. The host announced there would be a brief intermission while she recovered a bit and then he would announce when free to use and abuse her further in their own time. One after another the men took delight in having their way with her. On her back, from behind, on her side, they made her straddle them and ride them and she totally submitted to all their demands. She wanked and sucked them, but they all came inside her love hole. She was full of man juice, dripping and leaking it. The host would not permit her to wipe it up, the jizz would just have to leak out naturally or stay in her. The host’s wife took a turn with her kissing and fingering her and making my wife reciprocate. Watching my wife make our hostess come was a real unexpected treat. She seemed so at ease fingering the woman and playing with the hostess’s clit that I was certain she hadn’t had other women before. She assures me that was the first time.There was another woman in the room but she was less interested in my wife and was trying to re-ignite the man with the big appendage. And to a certain degree she was successful but clearly he did not have quite the energy to be quite so dynamic.The woman that was taking care of me wanted to know how I would like to proceed and I said I should like to retire to the bedroom so we could be alone. And in the master suite, where the host and hostess slept every night we undressed and made love in a very delicate and sensual way. Lots of kissing and cuddling; we could have been first time lovers.Only the host was not ‘intimate’ with my wife as the evening ended, well him and me. I asked our hostess how he stayed so composed. She told me sometimes he joins in and sometimes he doesn’t. She said he would certainly ‘have her’ before we left for home.The next day we got up late. They were already up and the day passed with British civility as did the next. Like the first full morning it was like there had not been any goings on at all. It was the morning following when my wife was having a dip in the pool and he jumped in after her that action re-started. He flirted with her, they giggled and the next thing I saw was her bikini bottoms being chucked out the pool, then his shorts. His wife said I should go closer and look. They were touching each other very intimately and laughing a lot. She took off her top, they were both as naked as the lord intended. They came out the pool together holding hands and giggling; she went straight to a sun lounger in the shade, lay back and opened her legs wide feet in the air. She held out her arms for him. A picture of wanton abandonment.His excitement was plain to see, very erect indeed. He was shouting at her for being a naughty little trollop (what a delightfully old fashioned expression that was) and he climbed on top of her and slid straight in. He banged away for a while and she moaned and gasped as required and he poured his love juice inside her, then he withdrew but put his softening manhood in her mouth ‘for cleaning’ and she sucked it with requisite good humour and grace. And when he was finished he said he was sorry not to big like the first man the other night and she said she preferred his normal sized dick to the overly large one because actually whilst it was a nice one off experience, as he went on it began to hurt a bit and left her sore. And because she had had it off with him. The rich man’s wife demanded I treated her in a similar manner. And she slipped out of her costume and demanded I lick her between the legs to get her wet, then I thought I would take advantage and got her to suck me off much to the delight of her voyeur husband and then I bent her over and took her from behind. Her husband was delighted that I had the hang of what was required and he and my wife passed commentary on my performance. I tried so hard not to come too quickly and I tried to find the right spots to excite her, so that when she too started gasping and moaning my wife and her husband really let rip with the cat calls of slut, bitch, cheap whore just like the audience had done for my wife a couple of nights earlier. Real trash talk aimed at such a classy woman. I did come far too quickly but decided if my wife cleaned him, this slut could suck me clean me in the same manner, and she accommodated beautifully and so well I got hard again and everyone cheered and I took her again on her back and I took rather longer the second time. She licked me clean again, much to her husband’s great pleasure but this time i did not manage to get hard. I was far to exhausted.W: You were a right dirty bastard and show off doing it twice.H: Yes. Actually in some ways even though we had swapped partners, it was all rather British, civilised and innocent. Anyway that’s what i thinkWell the week was nearly over and the four of us had a few more encounters but the rich man’s wife had made a promise to the driver and nearing the end or our holiday she asked if she could borrow my lady, just for an hour or so. When she returned she was flushed. I asked her what had occurred. She said she had been with the driver, in the back of the car. He had bent her over the back parcel shelf her face up against the back window, not comfortable really. He had pushed her skirt up over her waist and ripped her panties off, completely torn, barely any foreplay except a quick fingering to start the lubrication process. She said he took her savagely from behind. She said her face hurt from banging against the glass, her knees hurt from the fabric of the car seat and her arms ached from being in an unnatural position.W: It’s true the woman said I had to let him, and you’ll pardon my French I hope, I had to let him fuck me because she had promised him my cunt for a present…her words not mine. Well after all that we had done and they had done for us in the week it seemed the right thing to do, return a favour so to speak. But with him it was horrible. He was brutal, everything hurt, no love, no sensuality, just horrible. And do you know the worst thing; even though it was horrible I came so hard I squirted all over the place. I have never experienced an orgasm so enormous and all consuming or so wonderful. I cannot explain how it was like that.When he finished he slapped my arse, over and over. As his come ran out of me, dribbling horribly down my leg he told me to stay still and he just continued slapping me over and over on the arse… and I am so ashamed to say I came again. Unbelievably I came again from being spanked like that. I heard him sniff he had clearly lots of mucus in his mouth… I was sure he was about to spit it all over me when I heard the lady scream at him to behave himself. She had promised him a turn between my legs and a little light spanking and he had had his fun but no more for now with me and certainly no disgusting spitting. I saw him turn away and spit it out on the flower bed.H: So now we are home and life has been normal again for months. W: We never heard from them until last week. They want us to join them for a long weekend in France. So the reason we have told you all this is, should we go? What do you think? H: I am not sure it is such a good idea, but we did have a great time, so your help will be much appreciated.W: I quite like the idea but have the feeling it may not be quite so good a second time. Hubby is right, your help in making up our minds will be a great help. See you.

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Learning With sisHal was a very frustrated boy!He was horny all the time and he thought about nothing else but having sex. The real problem was that he is a virgin. Other than his frequent jack off sessions there was no relief. You see Hal was extremely shy and had no idea of even how to talk to a girl let alone talk one into fucking him.On the other hand there was his sister Sadie. Sadie was discovering the joys of sex and loving each new experience. Her first sexual experience had been the year before when a man that lived next door would flirt with her. One day they were alone and the man was teasing her about being afraid of men. He ended up pulling out his cock and dared her to touch it. This led to her first hand job. The sight of cum shooting and the man moaning lit her on fire! Since then she had learned to suck cock and fuck. She loved doing both whenever she could.One morning Sadie woke up to the sound of her mom lecturing her brother on the need to lock the bathroom door. Apparently her mom had just walked in on Hal jacking off again. Sadie giggled!“I want you k**s to get out of the house today. I don’t want you sitting around all day playing video games and texting. Why don’t you go over to the lake and go for a swim. Maybe it will slow Hal down from jacking off so much!” Mom said with a chuckle“MOM!” Hal shrieked while he turned red“Get over it Hal! All boys play with themselves but the way you go at you will wear it out before you go to college.” Mom said and Sadie giggled again“Ok Mom.” Sadie saidSadie and Hal headed out and started to walk to the pond. Hal caught himself checking his sister’s body out and could feel his cock already getting hard. Fuck he would have to find a place to jerk off once they got to the pond. He was watching her nice ass wiggle as they walked up the path. It was not the first time he had thought of her sexually but he suddenly wanted to pull out his cock and ask her to fuck. Sadie looked back over her shoulder and looked at her brother. She noticed right away that he had another hard on. It made her get a little turned knowing that he was checking her out. She wiggled a little harder and smiled to herself. When they got to the pond she bent over and knew her short skirt rode up her ass and her brother got a good look at her ass only covered by her panties.Sadie lay down on the blanket and looked up at her brother. His cock was clearly visible despite his loose fitting shorts. Hal was staring at his sister and particular at her nipples which were clearly visible poking through her top. Sadie was feeling very naughty as she stared at her brother’s crotch.“Looks like my little brother needs to stroke his cock again.” muğla cimcif escort She said as she giggled and Hal turned redSadie suddenly was aware that Hal was really embarrassed. For first time she wondered what was going through his mind.“Did I embarrass you?” she asked but with true sympathy“I can’t help it every time I see a girl I just start wondering about things.” Hal said“Like what?” she askedHal just stood there with his hung down. He was so shy he could not even talk to his sister about his sexual feelings. Sadie could sense her brother’s frustration.“Did you know that girls like sex and think about it too?” Sadie said“Really?” Has asked“Did you know that girls like to masturbate too? Even Mom plays with her pussy!” she added and watched her brother look at her“No!” was all he could say“I can show her collection of dildos and vibrators. She has a large selection.” She said with a giggleHal suddenly envisioned his mom on her back with a vibrator in her pussy!“How do you know about that?” Hal asked“Because I borrow some of her toys when she is not around.” She giggled again“You do? Wow!” he said as now his mind filled with the thought of Sadie cuming on a dildo“I bet you have a really nice cock! Let me see it!” Sadie suddenly said“Well…uhhh…I…”“Come on show me your dick….Please…I’ll show you my tits!” she said and the lifted her top revealing her firm young titsHal stared at his sister’s wonderful tits! He had seen pictures of all kinds but these were the real thing and only feet away. Her nipples were hard and then she squeezed them. Sadie was instantly turned on as she watched the wonder in her brother’s face as she rubbed and squeezed her firm tits.“Come on Hal let me see your dick!” Sadie said with a sexy grinHal slowly lowered his pants and Sadie gasped as his cock was exposed! She had seen a few cocks but Hal’s was the sexiest she had ever seen. Her brother had a really long cock. Suddenly her mouth watered as she was filled with the desire suck her brother. The more she looked at the more erect it got. Hal looked on his sister and for the first time in his young life saw lust come into a girl’s eyes.Sadie knelt to look closer at Hal’s magnificent cock. She looked up at her brother and her pussy flooded. She reached up and took his cock and Hal moaned as the first hand other than his own held him. Sadie moaned and then her mouth opened and she pumped his cock like she was possessed.Hal watched his sister’s lips slide up and down his cock and he could not believe what was happening but he wanted this so bad! Sadie loved the feel of this long perfect cock as it passed through muğla elit escort her lips and over her tongue and then rubbed against the back of her throat making her want to choke. Suddenly she heard Hal groan and she felt his orgasm explode in her mouth. The old man next door had taught her to swallow his cum and Sadie had become a lover of swallowing sperm. Her brother’s tasted better than any she had ever had before.“So was that better than jacking off in the bathroom?” Sadie teased“Fuck yes!” Hal said but his hands touched Sadie’s firm young titsHal moved to next to her and immediately he started to play with her tits. Sadie pulled his head down and her bother devoured her tits. She was so fucking horny as his mouth sucked her nipple. She guided his hand down to her sloppy wet pussy. His finger pushed into her and groaned as he fingered her hungry pussy. He managed to hit her g-spot which made her jerk with an orgasm. Her hand found his cock which hard as when she had sucked him off.“Please fuck me!” she moaned as she moved into a dogie positionHer brother moved behind her and could see her pussy all wet and ready. As he moved behind Sadie grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her opening. Hal pushed and for the first time in his life he felt a pussy grip him. Sadie moaned as more and more cock pushed into her. Hal had the longest cock the young girl had ever had. She felt him begin to fuck her. She looked over her shoulder and the sight of Hal fucking her made her orgasm on that cock again.She thought about how she had loved getting fucked but this was her best fuck ever. Suddenly Hal grabbed her hips and fucked her harder than she had ever been fucked before. She had to lower her head to the ground and she knew her brother owned her. He could do anything he wanted and she would only cum again! Then she heard him groan and knew she was being filled with his cum. She briefly thought that she should have made him use a rubber but what the fuck too late now.Hal felt his balls draining into Sadie and had never had a better cum in his young life. Just looking down at her sweet teen ass and seeing his cock glistening with his sister’s pussy juice. Hal started pull back and could see his sperm dripping from her. He felt a little guilty about inseminating his own sister but it was so fucking sexy and he could hear Sadie cooing with satisfaction.“Damn that was good!” Hal said“Wow Hal! You have a fantastic cock! You really are a great fuck!” Sadie exclaimedThe two cuddle up as only two people who have just had sex can do. Sadie was amazed when she reached down and found his cock was already erect again. muğla escort ilanları She looked at him while she felt her pussy burn with renewed passion.“I think you like fucking your sister! Ready for another fuck already! Maybe pussy is pretty good after all!” Sadie saidHal kissed his sister on the lips and her mouth opened and their tongues played with each other as Hal cupped her right tit and then rubbed her nipples. Sadie moaned and lowered herself onto her back. She looked at her brother and then spread her legs open. Sadie looked at Hal as she spread her pussy lips opened and fingered her hole.“Please fuck me slow and long this time!” she moaned as Hal moved between her thighsThey both watched as his cock entered her pussy. Sadie again thought about what a wonderfully long cock her brother had! Hal was in heaven as his sister’s pussy was so slick with her arousal and his generous load of sperm that now squished past his cock as he started to fuck her.Sadie was in heaven as her brother now was fucking her with deep long strokes. She could hear the sloppy pussy making wet happy noises as he picked up the tempo.Hal grunted happily as he fucked Sadie. Pussy was better than he ever imagined. He could feel Sadie push back against him as fucked her. He looked in her eyes and could tell she wanted this just as badly as he did. “YES! Fuck Me! Give me that big fucking cock!” she screamedHal began to understand just how much girls liked sex and just how much he could make a girl feel too! He began to wonder what some of the other girls at school would be like. Maybe they liked sex as much as his sister.After two quick cums, Hal was not so easily excited. He could now focus on how Sadie was reacting to how he fucked her. He changed his tempo and pushed deeper or harder. He found different ways that made her get even more excited. “Oh Fuck Hal! You Fuck so good!” Sadie moaned as her brother rode her pussy“You like my big cock! Tell me you like my big fucking dick!” Hal breathed in her ear as he pounded her“Fuck yes! I love that big fucking cock! I want it all the time!” Sadie groaned as her pussy orgasmed againHal felt her pussy tighten on his cock and suddenly he felt his balls scream for release.“I need to cum!” he groaned“I want to see it shoot!” she moanedHal pulled back and stroked his cock that was lubricated with their fuck juices. He looked and saw Sadie watching his cock with more lust than he had ever seen on anybody’s face before. His cock released and ropes of sperm covered Sadie’s stomach and she groaned with delight as each blast landed on her.“Damn you are a great fuck little brother!” Sadie said“Thanks s*s for letting me fuck you! He replied“Well you can fuck whenever you want but when the word gets out on that wonderful cock I will have to wait in line for a turn.The end(a word from the author; most of us go through an awkward period but then we discover just how we can be a good lover. If you enjoyed the story a thumbs up encourages and as always I love messages and comments.)

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Cumming On To Big brotherExcept for the sighing of the breeze and the chirping of the birds it was quiet and all the windows were open to the spring air, softly scented with the cherry and magnolia trees surrounding the house. It was a lovely two story colonial that Dale’s mother had gotten when his father had decided to chuck it all and head off to Mexico with his secretary, who happened to be at least half his age. Dale’s mother didn’t mind, she got the house paid for plus a more than adequate amount of cash, stocks, and bonds. But she still liked her job and she had worked her way up the corporate ladder so her income meant that she wouldn’t have to touch the money her ex left her. All and all she, Dale and his sister Beth were set.Dale, a nineteen year old freshman in college was home but the next week was finals week and he had a lot of studying to do. Normally the students stayed on campus but he lived five hours away and his first test wasn’t until Tuesday. He had time before then. His mother, Sue, had left early to get her Saturday morning shopping done and Beth had spent the night at a friend’s house. A sleep over which Dale thought was a little silly for eighteen year old girls, but whatever turned them on.Because he was home alone he had put on shorts and a tee-shirt and that was all. He sat on the sofa his feet propped on the coffee table and his history book on his lap. He was a good student and usually one read through the material and he was good to go, but this about the War of The Roses and there was a lot of stuff going on so keeping the dates, names, and places straight in his head required serious concentration. That was why he didn’t hear the front door open and slam shut.Beth, like Dale was tall with a nice figure and long dark, almost black, hair. She never entered a room, she blasted in usually yelling greetings to anyone who may or may not be there. She was on her way through the living room to the kitchen, looking for something to eat. For a girl who stood five foot six and weighed a hundred and nineteen pounds, she could seriously pack in the groceries.This morning she was wearing a short levi skirt and a tee-shirt. Because she had been out she was also wearing a bra. Dale grunted, not looking up from his book. He could hear her rummaging around in the kitchen making more noise than was necessary. He was ready to call her on it when the noise stopped and she entered the living room with a soda in one hand and a salami sandwich in the other. She flopped down on the sofa next to her brother and tucked her legs under her. She looked at his book.”Looks impressive.””It is, now hush.””How’s school coming along?””It won’t be if you keep talking.””What? You’re just reading.””Have you heard of finals?””Yeah, what about ’em?””Next week, which includes knowing this stuff,” he held up the book for a second.”Oh. You like history?””No, I took the class for the helluva it. Now go away.””Can’t, I need something.””Not from me, you don’t.””I do Dale, I really do.””You’ve got all those dip-shit friends, ask them.””Nope, sorry, can’t be done. This is something only a brother can do.””I doubt it.””Let me tell you what I want first, then decide.””I’ve already made a decision. I’ve studying to do, now, get lost.””Here’s what I want. You have lots of guy friends at college, right?””I told you, not interested.””Hey c’mon, this is the only favor I’ll ask all year!””Oh sure.””I want you to ask five or six of your friends to help me with something.””You ask ’em.””I can’t ask them for this, you have to.””Beth, will you get the fuck outta here?””No, c’mon,” she leaned against him, making sure she had a boob on each side of his arm and crossed her arms on his shoulder. She put her head close to his, “just one favor and nothing more.”In trying to push her away Dale put his forearm against her boob and pushed, but when he realized where his arm was, he was impressed with the firmness of her breast but at the same time he was somewhat embarrassed. He’d never touched his sister in such a manner. But he liked it even though he knew it wasn’t something he should be doing.”You can ask all you want and it won’t do you any good, and in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m trying to study for an exam.””I noticed, but if you’d have agreed to listen to me in the first place we could have been done with this conversation a long time ago.””How about if I just whip your ass?””How about you listen for one minute and quite fucking around?””I’m not fucking around, I’m trying to study.””You gonna listen or not?””Why the fuck should I?” Dale was getting pissed, but at the same time he began to realize he was being unreasonable, after all, it wasn’t all that often she asked him for a favor. Still, even if he did have work to do, it was fun giving her a little grief once-in-a-while. “Alright, one minute then you’ll leave?””I will, check you watch. Okay ready for this?””One minute.””Okay, I spent the night at Sarah’s and we got to talking and she told me about a film she saw on the internet and she said it was totally awesome and that we should try it. Except I want to do it alone before I do it with her so I can see what it is we’re getting into.””Get to the point.””Okay, here it is. In this film a girl was laying on the floor and there were these guys surrounding her and jacking off and cumming on her, all over …””What the fuck are you talking about? Are you out of your fucking mind? You want me to do that to you?””No, dip shit! I want your buddies to do it! I just want to lay there naked while they jerk off and cum on me.”Dale gave her a shove and she fell back, her legs coming apart and he was given a perfect view of her panties. She was aware of where he was looking and she kept her legs apart a few seconds longer than was necessary.”Holy shit Beth, what the fuck do you think I am? You want me to pimp for you?”?”No, I just want to see what it’s like to get a cum bath, that’s all.””Oh fuck, you’re out of your fucking little muğla escort kızları mind.””I’m not, this is what I want. C’mon Dale, it’s not a big deal. I get what I want and your buddies get what they want. No one gets hurt and a fun time is had by all.”Dale sat there and stared at his sister. He couldn’t believe she was asking him for something like that. He’d seen porn films of that before and he’d even had fantasies about it himself. But for his sister to ask him to arrange it for her was just plain weird. He’d have to think about it. “I’ll consider it, but that’s all.””That’s all I ask. You’re a sweetie!” And she got up on her knees and kissed his cheek, making sure he got a good feel of her tits.Beth ran upstairs to her room and as she went she wanted to strip off her clothes so that her brother could see her naked ass, but she chickened out. She already showed him her panty covered mound and gave him a couple free feels of her tits. That was enough for now. She headed for her shower, her pussy was dripping and she needed to take care of it.The following day Sue was in the kitchen working on dinner and Dale was on the couch with his books when Beth came down and sat beside him. They could see their mother from where they were so Beth would have to be careful.”Well, my dearest brother, what do you think?””I think its weird. I mean, how many brothers do you think would do something like this for their sisters?””Actually, I think most of them would.””I’d love it if you could give me some proof.””Can’t be done, Might One, they don’t keep those kind of stats.””They should.””So whaddya think? You gonna do it or not?” Beth had positioned herself where Dale could see up her short skirt, but her mother couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary. And to move matters along, she wasn’t wearing a bra, which, for her, was normal in the house, but her blouse was thin enough so that her dark nipples were visible.Dale was watching his mother and looking at her ass as she bent over her project. Her ass was lovely and he wondered why he’d never noticed it before. He was quickly filled with guilt at the thought and he turned his attention to Beth. That’s when he noticed that she was wearing see through panties and it was obvious that she shaved. Dale’s dick was getting hard with this influx of sexual information.”Tell me how this will work.””Then you’ll do it?””That’s not what I said.””Right. I’ll get a hotel room somewhere between here and your college, you get six or so of your buddies and tell them if they want to see a naked girl to come to this hotel room. And when they get there I’ll explain to them what I want and if anyone wants to do it he can stay, otherwise, they’ll have to leave.””That’s all there is to it?””That’s it.””You’re fucking crazy, you know that?””Nope, just the all American girl out for a little fun. Besides, there are things in life you’ve got to experience to have a full, enriched life.””I hardly think this is an enriching experience.””C’mon Dale, you’re friends will love it.””Oh, I’m sure they will, especially when they find out you’re my sister.””Gravy, My brother, gravy.””And what makes you so sure this will be safe? I mean, what if these guys take it into their heads to **** you, then what?”?”I’ll be protected.””By whom?””You.””Me!? You are fucking crazy!”They were getting too loud, “what are you two fighting about,” Sue asked from the kitchen.”Nothing Mom,” Beth answered.”Doesn’t sound like nothing to me, especially with that kind of language.””Sorry Mom, we’ll be cool.”The two of them sat quiet for a short time, the Beth resumed the conversation, “You wouldn’t want to see me get hurt, would you?””I sure as shit don’t want to see you laying naked on the floor while all these guys jerk off all over you.”She propped herself on his shoulder, “sure you would.””What makes you so sure?””That bulge in your shorts is being more honest that you.”He moved his book, trying to hide his hard on. “That’s not actually true.””Shit Dale, I know why guys get hardons, and this has nothing to do with whether I’m your sister or not, it’s the idea of a naked woman that has your cock standing up. Besides,” she continued, putting her hand on his cock, “you won’t be jacking off, just watching.”Dale tried to push her hand off his bulge but she refused to let it go, besides, he wasn’t pushing all that hard. He was actually enjoying the feel of her hand. She didn’t miss that and to help matters along a little, she began to slowly massage his stiff dick. To her, it felt big and now she wanted to see it because she was sure that it was a lot bigger than her boyfriend’s. His was barely six inches and skinny and when he pushed it into her pussy she could hardly feel it. But this one! If he’d go along with her scheme she was sure that before the night was over he’d have this out and pounding away, only he wouldn’t shoot his cum on her. Maybe.”Okay, I’ll ask them, but I can only image what they’re going to say.””They’ll be so fucking happy they’ll be jerking off for weeks to come!””No, they’re going to say I’m nothing but my sister’s pimp, and that I’m only doing this ’cause this is the only way I can see you naked. Or worse.”She gave his cock a last loving squeeze, kissed his cheek again and went into the kitchen to help her mother.Dale sat on the sofa with the book covering his hard on and watched the two of them at work. Beth would make a point of leaning over a little too much and when her skirt climbed up her brother could see her pussy between her legs. The little thong she was wearing wasn’t designed to hide anything. Dale found himself wishing that his mother was wearing a short skirt as well.The scheme went off without a hitch. Finals week was over and the summer vacation was beginning and six of Dale’s friends were more than thrilled with the jacking off scheme. In the meantime Beth got a room in a small motel forty miles from her home. As the day approached she was getting more muğla eskort and more nervous and at the same time she was in a near constant state of arousal. Her pussy seemed to be leaking all the time and she finally had to start wearing pads to soak up all the moisture. Plus, she was spending her nights masturbating herself to sleep.Had she known it, her brother was doing the same thing. Every time he’d think about his sister laying naked on the floor, which was often, he’d get a hard on and would either duck into some quiet place to jerk off or wait until he got home and laying on his bed pound his cock until it was sore. On more than one occasion his mother had asked him why there were so many towels in the hamper. He said he was sweating a lot this summer. Sue thought, ‘yeah, sure, I know the smell of cum when I come across it.’ But she only smiled and said nothing to him.The day finally came. Dale was a nervous wreck and couldn’t sit still, he therefore went downtown and wandered into and out of every shop there was. Beth, on the other hand, lay in bed, naked, with her fingers in her pussy, for most of the morning. When she came down from an orgasm long enough to think about it she tried to figure out what she should wear. Which was silly because she’d be naked before the guys got there. She decided that she’d wear nothing but her shortest skirt and a see-through blouse and take along a towel.The time arrived. “Mom! I’m going out, I’ll be back by midnight, one at the absolute latest.””Okay honey, enjoy yourself and be careful!” Sue was in her bedroom and happy to have the house to herself if only for a few hours. She smiled, if only her c***dren could see her now! She was laying on the bed, her back propped against the headboard and her computer on the breakfast tray, and naked with her fingers deep in her pussy while watching porno on the internet.Beth got to the hotel room and looked around. It was nice, not quite a suite but bigger than the usual room. It would be nice except the bed was a queen size and the guys would hardly be able to stand around it. They’d probably have to get on the bed on their knees. Well, this would all work itself out.There was a knock at the door and pulling her blouse over her head and her skirt down her legs, she tossed them onto a nearby chair. She looked through the little peephole and seeing her brother and his friends she flung the door wide open. “Welcome!”All seven of the guys merely stood there with their mouths open. Beth’s tits filled a D cup and her aureolas were dark, her pussy was shaved and her dark hair was loose and hanging down her back. They all thought she had a perfect figure but though it wasn’t exactly, it was still lovely. Even Dale was surprised by it.When they could move again they all crowded into the room, shouting Hi or a variation on the greeting. All the guys had something to say about one part or another of her body. Beth was thrilled that they were all so complimentary but she merely wanted to get down to business.”Guys, calm down, the fridge is full of drinks and there are several bags of chips and stuff over there, help yourselves and take a seat, there are rules. Okay?”They all agreed and did as she directed except Dale, who stood against the wall looking like death warmed over. He was having a hard time believing what he was seeing and hearing.”Okay guys, here are the rules. The bed is a queen size so you’ll probably all have to get on it, either kneeling or standing. You should be naked, all you’re going to do is jack off and squirt your cum on me, doesn’t matter where, and there isn’t going to be any fucking unless I say so …” and once the rules were finished the guys looked around, waiting to see who would be the first one to undress. It only took a few moments when a blonde football player type stood up and pulled his shirt off, then his pants including his boxers and his shoes. He was naked in a moment and his cock was hard, pointing at the ceiling. Beth was impressed, it was thick, hairless, and his balls hung low. He climbed up on the bed and knelt by her head, slowly sliding his hand up and down his shaft. By this time the other guys were getting their clothes off and climbing onto the bed and within moments all six were kneeling or standing around the girl. She was laying on her back, legs spread and her pussy was leaking, the juice running down her ass and onto the bed.The guys were all jacking off, some had started off slowly, wanting the experience to last as long as possible, others couldn’t wait, they were jerking off as fast as they could move their hands. Dale had slowly moved around the room so that he was standing at the foot of the bed, looking directly up between his sister’s legs. He’d seen a few pussies in his life but he thought this was the prettiest one he’d seen so far. And he loved the way she had shaved it, so clean and smooth, glistening as her juices flowed. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to lick her, or fuck her for that matter.All at once three of the guys were cumming, moaning and groaning and shooting ropes of their cum onto Beth’s stomach, tits, and one guy was aiming his cock at her pussy, covering it with his juice. Beth’s hips were beginning to move up and down, she too was about to cum and though she had decided she wouldn’t masturbate she couldn’t help it, she had a finger on her clit and the other hand was three fingers into her cunt. Within seconds she was screaming and bouncing on the bed with a most powerful orgasm. The first guy groaned and with a few quick jerks he was cumming all over her face, hair and tits. That was when the last two came to a head and shot their cum, one on her face and tits and the other guy shot onto her tits and stomach. For a little while there was not a sound in the room except the heaving breathing of the participants. With her fingers she was scooping up the cum and slowly putting it in her mouth, in a very suggestive way, muğla esmer escort teasing the guys. Even then, Beth was still coming down from her orgasm, and within a few minutes it was time for more.Dale’s hard on was getting painful and he was wondering if he shouldn’t go into the bathroom to relieve himself, but he knew the guys would know what he was doing and they would certainly make fun of him. As it was they wanted to know why he didn’t jerk off too. All he could say was that she was his sister, but they didn’t think that had anything to do with it. But after awhile they let it go and got back to Beth.”Okay guys, are you all ready for another round,” she asked them.Three of them climbed back on the bed with cocks already half way hard and as they began to play with them they got harder and harder and soon they were ready for round two. In a short time the rest of the guys were ready to go again and they climbed on the bed and began jerking off. Beth couldn’t stand it, there was a cock close enough and she took it in her hand and took over for its owner and the guy on the other side was given the same help. Now, four of the guys were jerking off, envious of the other two, but they soldiered on. Dale could no longer help himself, he had his cock out and was jacking off while looking at his sister’s pussy, which was leaking cum while it was mixing with the cum that was flowing off her pussy mound and down between her legs and over her ass.The guys all came again and Beth had another orgasm but it wasn’t as strong as before and assuredly not enough. The guys were sitting around waiting for the next round, most of them playing with their cocks hoping to get a head start. Meaning that they all wanted to be where she could reach them and jerk them off. She surprised them. She lay on the bed, moving all the cum around and over her body and between her legs trying to get another orgasm. She did get one, but it was small, she wanted the mother of all orgasms. She leaned up on an elbow. “Sorry guys, I’ve got to change the rules.” There were groans and on some faces actual fear.”Not that bad, I want you to fuck my pussy and you to fuck my mouth! And the rest of you can jack off on me.” And she flopped back down on the bed. The two chosen guys were stunned into inaction for a moment. They all jumped up nearly diving onto Beth. It took Phil, the guy chosen to fuck her pussy a few seconds to get a hard on and slowly pushing into her wet pussy he felt the muscles begin to squeeze his cock and he pushed in deeper until he was up against her cervix. Pulling slowly out her tight pussy seemed like it didn’t want to let him go. But after doing this a few times and at the same time watching Jake fuck her mouth was too much for him and he began pounding her. He thought he was pounding her pussy hard enough but apparently not because she grabbed his ass and pulled him against her as she began to bring her hips up to meet his thrusts.She wanted all of them to them to cum at the same time but she knew she was too far gone for that and before either of the guys were ready she exploded into an earth shattering orgasm which didn’t stop at just one. She couldn’t keep count but they were coming one after another. Finally she could feel Phil’s cock expand and then explode, filling her cunt with shot after shot of cum. And when she didn’t think her pussy would hold any more, he shot twice more.Jake’s cock expanded in her mouth and he pushed as deep as he could down her throat and he too shot string after string of his cum down her throat, and that set her off with another orgasm. The other guys, one after another were squirting their cum onto her body again, mostly her tits and even on Phil’s cock which was still in her pussy. Now Beth was exhausted and she didn’t think she could do any more, but her pussy was telling her otherwise. And she wan’t one to refuse the call of the cunt. She rested for some fifteen minutes, drank a bottle of water then looked around. She needed to be fucked again. She point of Morris, “Morris, when’s the last time you fucked someone’s mouth?””Um, actually, I haven’t, yet.””Well Morris, come here, it’s your lucky day.”Morris couldn’t believe his luck and within a half second he was back on the bed, his cock already hard and waiting.Now for someone to fuck her cunt. Beth saw Dale standing against the wall, his cock in his hand and hard as a rock. It was the biggest and thickest one in the room and that was what she wanted. “Dale, that is one beautiful cock and I want it in my pussy.”Dale slowly shook his head, he didn’t want to believe she wanted him to fuck her, but the guys all started shouting at once that he should fuck her. He thought for a moment then finally decided that he wouldn’t get out of this and besides, how bad was it to fuck one’s sister?Dale took off his clothes and climbed up between her legs and putting the tip of his cock against her slit, that was oozing cum, he slowly pushed in without stopping. Beth watched his cock slide into her cunt and she could only marvel at how wonderful it felt, “oh fuck Dale, fuck me with that magnificent cock, it feels so fucking good in me, stretching me. Oh yeah, this is it, fuck me good and hard, slamming that magnificent monster into me, hard!” And with that said she slid Morris’ stiff cock down her throat and matched her brother’s thrusts. It would be years before Morris would experience this kind of blow job again.Then it happened, the way she knew it would. Her orgasm hit her like mac truck and she went straight up, off the bed, just her feet and head were still there and Dale was shooting like a fire hose cumming deep inside her pussy. The only reason she couldn’t scream was because Morris’s cock was still in her throat and about ready to cum. His back stiffened, pushing his cock deeper, he launched rope after rope of cum down Beth’s throat until he had no more to give and he practically fell backwards off the bed.Dale gave her all he had and as long as she was cumming he would stay in her pussy, pounding hard, giving her as many orgasms as she could do. When she was done he laid on top of her, disregarding the layer of cum and kissed her deeply. This was not the last time he was going to fuck his sister.

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A Different Kind of JobThis story is a little long because it talks about events that happened over the course of 2 days. I promise it’s a good read. A few summers ago I was applying to different to a job. . The interviews for the kind of job I am applying for involve an initial phone/webcam interview, then a committee interview with 4-7 of the decision makers. It sometimes happen that some of the decision makers will take out some of the candidates for dinner or an activity in order to see how they are like outside of the office. One of my the jobs I applied for was in LA. I was excited for the prospect of working in California and flew out there for my committee interview. The interview went well and I was sure that I was at least in the running for the job. Following the interview, I received an email from one of the committee members inviting me to a round of golf the next day. I, of course, said yes and told him that I was very excited. I was going to let him discover for himself how much I actually suck at golf. The next day, I showed up in what I thought was golf attire to meet the committee person, whom we will call Mr. Bob Wilson, a man in his early-to-mid 40’s. Mr. Wilson was short skinny man, with glasses and sun-kissed skin. During the interview he had been quite, asking only 2 or 3 questions that he seemed to have wrote down before hand and was asking to every interviewer that walked through the door. For this reason, his email had surprised me. He didn’t seem like the assertive person who would take initiative and invite interviewees to a round of golf, if anything, he looked like he was forced by someone or something to be present at the interview. Nonetheless, I went to meet him and to my surprise, I was the only interviewee present at the golf course. He said, that its just going to be us today. This delighted me because I was singled out which means that I might be a shoe in for the job. However, as we started to play, to my increased surprise, I noticed that Mr. Wilson was terrible at golf. He whiffed twice on his first drive and when he hit it, the ball went into the woods. After a couple more tries, Bob and I realized that we were both terrible at the sport and he suggested that we quit and go get lunch. It is a general advice that you NEVER SAY NO in a situation like that so I agreed. We got in his car and we drove around for a little and then he suggested that instead of going out, that we can have lunch at his house. He said that he would love for me to meet his wife and to see his house, and of course you NEVER SAY NO. On the ride to his house, Bob, as he asked me to call him, was quite. He said he lived outside of LA, in the hills. Having no knowledge of the area, I said “Awesome, Can’t wait to see your house.” After about 45 silent minutes spent in traffic and on windy roads we finally arrived. Bob lived in a mansion, it was painted white from the outside with brown roofs and carefully-maintained lawn and shrubbery. He parked the car and we stepped out into the hot California day. His house was gorgeous, it was well tended and cared for. I knew Bob was rich, I didn’t know he was that rich. After we entered the house, he ushered me into the living room and excused himself to go get his wife. When he left I was able to take a better look at the house. It was decorated as I would imagine houses of English Royalty would be. Every detail was attended to and cared for. I was surprised, having not seen any servants or housekeepers. The walls were white and golden with very expensive-looking d****s all around and art work that I was sure to be very expensive and rare. However, all this decoration faded from my sight as Bob’s wife walked down the stairs into the living room. At first all I saw was her feet, which looked as though they weren’t actually touching the ground as she glided down the stairs. She wore golden heels which showed her red painted toe nails through a small opening in the front. As he came further down the stairs, her legs appeared to go on for miles until the fabric of her golden dress took over. As the rest of her descended the stairs her figure appeared and it was heavenly. From the side, I saw the silhouette of her butt and her breasts hidden only by the thin golden fabric of her skin. As she approached me, I was able to pry my gaze from her figure to her face. I hadn’t done so quickly enough and she had noticed that I had been checking her out which seemed to make her happy. She smiled slightly from the corner of her mouth as she came toward me. Her face gave away that she was her early 30’s. Her eyes were now fixed on mine and the seemed to give a look of someone who is impressed. Her eye brows slightly raised closer to her red hair, she slowly raised her hand to shake mine. I must have looked like a bumbling idiot at the time who had forgotten everything that he knows. I reached up to grab her hand and shake them and in mine, her hands seemed very soft and frail. I was afraid to shake them in fear of one her fingers snapping in mine. “Jenny, this is Sam” Bob’s voice awoke me form my trance “He is the applicant I told you about. Sam, this is Jennifer, my wife””Hello, Mrs. Wilson” My voice cracked “Hmm, nice to meet you””Oh please, you can call me Jenny” The voice of an angel “Nice to meet you too. Bob told me very good things about you.” She leaned closer to me and put her hand in front of her mouth as if to tell me a secret. “He doesn’t just invite anyone to the house” She stood back up “Let’s go eat, I made lunch myself, you must be starving after all the golf. I smiled at her, not to laugh at our starvation after “golf” but rather because I loved her friendly attitude toward me. When she was coming down the stairs, she looked like a being from another realm, a heavenly star that has descended to Earth. But when she talked, her voice gave you a promise of warmth and love. In the few moments that she opened her mouth to speak to me, she was mine and I had her. I wanted to get the job, just to be near her. We walked to muğla rus escort the dinning room which was already set for lunch. I sat where I was told to sit and Jenny sat at the head of the table next to me. Bob went directly to the seat opposite from me as if this is the seat that had been assigned to him. As I write this down, I can’t remember what we had to eat. Through out the meal, Jenny and I carried on a merry conversation. She asked me where I was from, why I chose my line of work, why I applied to the job. She then asked how I thought the interview went and if I thought California would be a good fit for me, having grown up on the East Coast. She then asked me about my c***dhood and where I grew up. She asked if I was married or in a relationship. She then asked about the golf game to which I reluctantly reveled that we were both terrible. The conversation outlasted the food and we talked and joked for hours. When it got to be around 5 P.M. Jenny said that she was in the mood for a swim and that I should join her. I refused politely stating that I should probably call a cab to get me back to the golf course to get my car before they tow it. Bob, who had been so quite all afternoon that I actually forgot he was there, said “I took care of that already”. Jenny then stood up and said, “Come on, you are joining us in the pool.” I had no will to resist. I was led to a bathroom where I was given swimming shorts and a towel. I took a quick shower and put on the swimming shorts and walked out to the pool. The pool was built in the middle of the house surrounded by rooms al around and with a retractable roof over it. These people were rich. I sat in one of the chairs and waited for Jenny and Bob to come out. After a few mins Jenny strolled out dressed in a see through robe and underneath she wore a 2 piece bikini. My heart dropped at the perfection of her curves. Her body was perfectly built, her butt stuck out and engulfed the bikini with in it. Her breasts hung perfectly on her chest, the shadow of her nipples poke through. “Come join me” She said as she gave her back to me and seductively dropped her robe on the ground as they do in movies, and took a step in the pool. I was too embarrassed to stand up at this point, my penis was hardening in my swimming shorts and a bulge was sure to show up as soon as I got up. I said “I will join you in a minute” as I tried to maneuver my body and my hands to flip my penis up. “Come on, jump in, the water is perfect”. I got up to join her. As I got closer, the sun was shimmering through the droplets of water that hung around her breasts. She reached her hand out to me and I grabbed them. She pulled me in. We were not waist deep in water and I had a shiver running up my spine, perhaps from the cold water or from the touch of her hands that were still grabbing mine. Her body was close to mine, and she got closer and closer and then she kissed me. I forgot who I was and where I was and I kissed her back. I never wanted to stop but then I remembered, “But Bob”… I said. “Its fine. We have an agreement” she said.”An agreement? What do you mean?””Bob is a good guy and I love him, but he is not perfect. He can’t satisfy me.” At this point, everything made sense to me. I had heard of cuckolds, I had certainly seen fake cuckold porn clips online of men that enjoyed watching others fuck their wives, but i had never seen one in real life. I understood now why he had invited to the golf course and then to his home. As I was lost in thought, Jenny reached up and kissed my cheeks and said “Do you really have to think about it that hard?” at that moment I thought to myself NEVER SAY NO and I kissed her back. We stayed in the pool for about 30 mins and continued to kiss. During those 30 mins, she had managed to lose her top. Her breasts hung perfectly with her brown erect nipples and arealoae contrasting against her pale skin. She had paid a lot of money for her boobs and they were done perfectly. I grabbed and squeezed them and they felt perfectly natural. She was proud of them. Soon after she said, “lets go to the bedroom”.We climbed out of the pool and I dryad her body with the towel and then we started to walk to a room that had a big wall made entirely out of glass that looked to the pool. As we got close I saw Bob sitting in the room. A sense of shame overtook me and I was scared. As we entered the room, we made eye contact. He had been sitting in a chair in the corner of the room watching us in the pool. I looked back at Jenny and she said “He likes to watch. Do you mind?””I am not sure.” I said”You won’t even know I am here” I had forgotten what he sounds like “I will just watch from my chair”His words made me think that this is something that he did regularly . “Ok” I said. We then moved to the bed, Jenny and I. She undid my swimming shorts and pulled them down. My penis had become a little soft as I walked in the room and saw Bob but she knew how to remedy that. It didn’t take long for my cock to harden within her delicate hand. She then pushed me down on the bed and licked it, looked up at me and smiled and then put her whole mouth on it. At that moment I remember the angel that had descended the stairs earlier and how right now I was inside her mouth. I smiled back. I was lying back on the bed and watching her suck my cock. She knew what she was doing. She would bring me to the edge of cumming but never push me over. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Bob who had put his hand down his pants and was playing with himself. I was uncomfortable to see him do that at first but I enjoyed the power I had at that moment. A day earlier I had been in an interview and was nervous at every question Bob and his committee had thrown at me. Now I was in Bob’s house, in his bed, with his beautiful wife, with my cock buried deep down her throat. We made eye contact and it was almost as if he read my thoughts. I smiled. He then pulled down his pants and showed me his cock. I looked at it, it muğla sarışın escort was small, very small, which made me laugh. He liked how much bigger I was than him. He sat back down and tried to play with himself. I was good and ready for Jenny’s pussy. She was also ready for me. She got up and put her knee on the bed on my left and swung her other leg to my right and positioned my cock at her pussy. She was dripping and we hardly needed any lube. She pushed it in and started to rock back and forth. Her pussy was very tight, which didn’t surprise me much after seeing Bob. She was rocking back and forth vigorously. I grabbed her boobs as she rocked and she gasped, she loved it. I could tell she enjoyed fucking me but I wanted to show her what it was like to be with a real man right in front of Bob. I grabbed her neck with my right hand and swung her down on the bed. I then grabbed her legs and pushed them close to her head. I split them slightly apart so that her pussy and asshole were in clear sight. I spit violently on her pussy and I shoved my cock deep inside her. She screamed. She let go and I was in control. I proceeded to push myself inside her. Slow and deep at first then fasted and faster. She was rubbing her clit with her hand as I held her legs up. I pushed deeper and deeper and faster and she looked as though these was on the edge of orgasming. I let go of her left leg and grabbed her boobs. “Slap them” she said. I slapped her left tit. It barely moved but the milky skin immediately turned red. “Again” I slapped again. “Harder” I slapped harder. She came. She relaxed for a second to recuperate and I looked back to give Bob a “that’s how it’s done” look. When I turned back, he was standing at the edge of the bed and not in his chair. His cock, which was barely visible through his pubic hair was covered in cum. He had also orgasmed. “You liked that Bob?” She asked and he nodded. “Well we are not done.” I was sweating and exhausted so she guided me down to the bed. She then climbed back on top of me in a reverse cow-girl position. She then ordered Bob to move to the foot of the bed so he can get a clear view of my cock entering her. He stood and watched as she bounced on top of me. “Come lick my clit” she ordered him. He then crawled on the bed and bent his head down and licked her lit as my dick was inside her pussy. I loved how humiliated he was. He licked like a dog, up and down. She rolled her ass on top of me and that pulled my dick out of her and back in. She then rolled further back and my cock flung out of her pussy and hit Bob in the face. I didn’t see my cock hit him in the face because Jenny was obstructing the view but I felt it so I stood up a little bit and pulled back. Jenny looked back at me and said, “He wants to lick my pussy juice off your dick.” I nodded. He looked both humiliated and delighted and proceeded to lick my cock. This was not the first time another man had sucked my dick. Jenny and I both watched the poor humiliated man as he licked all her pussy juice off my dick. He, unlike Jenny earlier, didn’t know what he was doing so jenny pushed him off and said “Watch”. She then grabbed the bottom of the shaft of my dick and stroked it while licking the head. Within seconds I came in her mouth. She took it all in her mouth and looked at Bob who, much like a well trained dog opened his mouth. She dropped my entire load in his mouth and he swallowed it. All three of us sat back to catch our breath, each one having orgasmed at least once. “How about dinner?” Jenny finally said. I agreed. We stopped by my hotel where I was able to change into dinner attire. They both also told me to get the rest of my stuff and check out of the hotel and stay with them until my flight out in a couple of days. We arrived at a very expensive restaurant for dinner. Bob quickly ran out of the car and opened the door for Jenny. I opened the door for myself and stood next to Jenny who grabbed my arm and we started to walk in together. Bob followed closely behind us. In the restaurant, Jenny talked the most. She talked about her c***dhood and how she got to meet Bob and how they started the life style that they have. She then told me how the relationship she has with her husband is a very loving one. She said that he can’t satisfy her himself physically and that is why he seeks men, that he approves of, to do that for her. She said that it took a lot of trust from him to be ok with it and that it allowed their love to grow. Frankly, all of this sounded like a pile of BS to me but I went along with it because it meant that for the next two days I will continue to fuck this gorgeous woman and at the end of it, I might come out with a job offer. Jenny then started to tell me about some of the numerous sexual escapades that her and Bob had been involved in. Their life style excited me and at the end of the dinner I was somewhat envious. During the conversation, Jenny asked me about my sexual history and about my sexual limits. I told her that I am moderately experienced but that I had never come across a couple such as themselves. She then asked if I had ever been with a man before and I said that I have never actually had sex with a man but that I had been involved in threesomes and foursomes with other men. Bob then asked me if I am attracted to other men. I replied “Why Bob? U interested.” He looked at me and smiled. That made me uncomfortable. After the dinner was over we walked out to the street and got into the car. Bob opened the front door where Jenny sat on the way there but she said she wanted to sit in the back seat with me. As Bob stated to drive, Jenny took my hand and slid it up her cocktail dress. To my surprise she was not wearing any panties. “Now for the dessert” I smiled and put my two fingers in her mouth to get them wet and then put them inside her. She moaned a little. I then pushed her legs apart and leaned back in the seat. I started to eat her pussy and finger her at the same time muğla seksi escort in the back seat of Bob’s Lexus. “Drive around Bob until we are done” She said. He didn’t have to drive for long. When we got back to the house, Jenny showed me to a room, one that was different from the one had fucked in earlier. She said that she was tired and wanted to go to sleep and that if I wanted to stay up, to feel free to roam around the house. I stayed up a little and went to sleep. The next morning, Jenny woke me up by sucking my morning wood. It was the best way that I have ever been woken up in my life. “Good morning” I said with a wide smile when I had realized what was happening. She didn’t reply and kept going rhythmically up and down on my cock with her hand (not so delicate this time) stroked my cock. In minutes I had exploded in her mouth. She swallowed “Breakfast is ready”. I got up and got dressed and followed her to the kitchen. Bob was already awake and in the kitchen. We ate breakfast quietly and slowly. “I am in the mood for a shower.” said Jenny “what do you think?””A shower sounds like a good idea right about now.” I said knowing exactly what she meant. “But we can’t forget about Bob today.” She said. I didn’t know what she meant at the time but I didn’t care. Bob can do what he wants or needs as long as I get to fuck her one more time, I thought. She got up and I followed. She got undressed and I followed. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower and I followed. We started kissing under the shower. Our naked wet bodies rubbing against each other. I then grabbed the shampoo and washed her hair for her, and then I rubbed her back and stomach with the soap. She had her eyes closed. It was a very sensual moment for her. I rubbed more soap on her ass and legs, all while making sure not to touch her vagina. I then cleaned her legs. When came back up she was in total bliss. She enjoyed the full body massage and was ready for the main course. We stepped out of the shower naked and wet and went into the room. Bob was already there, naked. She laid on the bed and signaled me to come to her. I laid on top of her and started to rub the head of my penis on her clit. She was already very aroused from the shower and she pushed me down wanting me to eat her pussy. I lay flat on my back on the bed and she knelt on top of my face and rubbed her pussy on my face. Her juiced dripped down my cheeks and she moaned continuously. As she was fucking my face, I felt a hand grab my dick and a tongue lick the head. It was Bob. He did not want to be neglected anymore. He sucked my dick as I at how wife. She moaned and moaned until she came on my face. Her cum tasted delicious. “Now, its Bob’s turn” She said. “Sure” I got up and started to get out of the way.”Where are you going?” She said. “He wants you”I now understood what she meant by saying that we can’t neglect Bob. Bob wanted me to fuck him. I looked surprised and perplexed. I had never fucked a man before and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to do that at the moment. I thought about it for a second. But before I could speak Jenny said “He has had his eye on you” “I am sorry” I said “I don’t think I can do that. I have never been with a man before” “Come on” Said Jenny “If you fuck his asshole, I will let you fuck mine.” I hadn’t dreamt of fucking Jenny’s ass up to this point and now I really wanted to. I looked over at Bob who was naked and laying on the bed with his legs in the air waiting for me to fuck him. His position made me uncomfortable.”I am sorry, I can’t. Maybe another time.” Bob looked disappointed and looked at Jenny who looked upset. She looked at him and then at me and then back at him, “fine, I guess I will do it myself.” She then got up off the bed and walked over to drawer, opened it and pulled out a strap-on. The strap-on was equipped with a 9-inch long blue plastic dildo. She also grabbed a bottle of lube. Bob was already in an optimal position with his legs in the air and his asshole open. Jenny put on the strap-on, lubbed it and entered him. He signaled me over to feed him my cock. I walked over and positioned it near his head. He put it in his mouth and sucked it. He proceeded to suck my cock delightfully as his asshole kept taking in the huge plastic cock. He then pulled my dick out of his mouth and said “I want you to fuck my face” I laughed and looked at Bob who was not eager to have all his holes fucked violently. “Ok, you asked for it.” I grabbed his hair and shoved my cock far down his throat. He moaned with joy and then coughed. He spit on my cock. Bob liked it sloppy. Within few minuted, Bob came all over his own stomach while he was being fucked by his wife. He hadn’t touched his cock. It was now me and Jenny. My cock wet with Bob’s spit, her cock with lube and his cum. She was now less disappointed at me because we had taken care of Bob together. She said “Your ass or mine?””Definitely yours” I said. I grabbed her and pushed her down on the mattress and lubed my cock and fucked her ass. I barely went in on my first thrust, only touching the surface. I then put it in a little deeper on my second, deeper on the thirst and then deeper. Her asshole was not a virgin. In fact, something told me that Bob had fucked her before with the same dildo that was now flopping every time I entered her ass. “I want to cum” she said. So I flipped her over, inserted my dick deep in her ass and two fingers in her pussy and she came. He cum shot out and soaked my stomach and the mattress. She squirted. I stopped for a little so she can take her breath. “you can cum in my ass if you want.” I felt like a k** on christmas. I kept pushing and pushing until I exploded inside her ass. After I emptied my load inside her, Bob who had been on the ground recuperating from the fucking he just received, got up and licked my cum out of her asshole like an obedient dog. My plane was departing that evening so, Jenny and Bob drove me to the airport. On the way, Jenny repaid the favor that I had done for her on the ride home from the restaurant the night before. Unfortunately, I never got that job. I can’t help but think that that might have had something to do with not wanting to fuck Bob in the ass the night before. It all worked out at the end however, and I got a different job in LA. Bob and I sometimes run into each other. He is still very very shy and quiet.

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Jayme, the sinful twink slut – Part 1First off, my name’s Jayme. I’m 21 years old, 5’4”, 100lbs, super skinny thin build. I’m also hairless (besides my head), and I mean that naturally. I get a few hairs here and there, but the body, overall is smooth, and I remove those few hairs immediately when I find them. I’m very tan, sandy blonde hair at this time, but my hair changes color when I dye it obviously. I have small little nipples, a 5 inch cut dick, a flat little ass. My body has been related to being exceptionally feminine. I can pull off girl’s clothes with no problem. My eyes are blue, decently high cheekbones and a fairly small nose. I’ve been called arrogant, I’ve been called submissive. I’ve been called slut, faggot, bitch, and brat. This is the story of me coming to be who I am. I will get detailed with the sex scenes when they come up, but this is all encompassing. My life is pretty much all about sex, so there is plenty of it and I will write about it a lot, but in order for you to know who I am and how I came to be, I will write about that as well.PART 1 – The First TimeI grew up in a very sexually liberated household. Just mom, myself and my sister. My sister is 2 years older than me. When I say sexually liberated, I just mean that my mom had no problems telling us when she was bringing guys home to fuck her, or when she was going out to get fucked. I grew up wearing my underwear around the house, and that’s about all I ever wear nowadays even, even while writing this post. My sister is a stripper at a local night club. She’s exceptionally skinny like me, small A cup breasts, very blonde, and about 5’6”. She herself is also more than a stripper. She, like my mom, and now eventually me, has always been exceptionally horny. While she’s not a whore, she certainly enjoys getting plowed constantly, several times a week, sometimes without even shutting her bedroom door. She been with guys and girls, has no preference and either do I.I started stealing her dildos when I was in my teens, experimenting on myself. I knew I liked girls and I liked guys the same at that point. I knew that I was hot, as I was gushed over at school, especially when playing soccer when I take my shirt off, mostly by the girls. I was timid in some ways as I got closer to my 18th birthday. I was just about failing out of high school. I was a year behind everyone else so I was 18 my senior year of high school, very early in the school year. By close to the end, I was about to fail out by the skin of my teeth. Not because I don’t have smarts, but because I don’t give a fuck. I enjoyed partying with me friends, sometimes even skipping school to literally fuck my ass all day with a hot pink dildo. I was jacking off 7, 8, 9 times a day. I knew my sex drive was high, as high as the rest of my family. In some ways I almost wanted to show both of them up, show them that I was the ultimate little slut. It came and went all the time in my mind that if I just let go of my inhibitions, I would be there. As the end of my senior year approached, the one D I was getting in math, needed to get to a C- for me to pass and graduate. I didn’t give a fuck about doing the extra credit work that my math teacher offered to me. I didn’t do homework, didn’t care about it. My teacher, one day, called me into the classroom after class ended. He was fairly strict, no nonsense. He went on about my lack of ambition, the fact that I was just at the edge of being inappropriately dressed each day. I was always wearing super skinny girls jeans, and extraordinarily tight shirts. He said he couldn’t understand why I could just wear boys clothes, or why it seemed so hard that was almost flaunting my sex drive. As he continued to raise his voice at me, telling me to buck up and start focusing on the important things, I started yelling back. I told him I don’t give a fuck about what he thinks, and also, the fact that he was jealous of how hot I looked. He yipped muğla grup escort back at me telling me I didn’t know what I was talking about.I don’t know exactly what snapped within me as we continued to argue, him mostly basing on my lack of ambition, me for whatever reason, trying to focus on my sexiness. But for whatever reason, as he was telling me I was going to fail out and have to come back next year, my hands reached down to my belt, and undid it. As his eyes widened as he tried to come up with something to say, I pushed my tight jeans down from my protruding little hip bones for him to see my super tight pink striped American Eagle low cut briefs. “Why don’t you just give me the fucking C-, and I will let you do me, because I fucking know you want to”, I said“Jayme, this is completely unacceptable! How dare you do this. I…I….”, he started to yellAt this point I just pushed my little briefs right down over my smooth skinny legs. He saw my semi-hard little dick and he just jumped at me. His big hands grabbing my shoulders, smashing my lips into his. His hand running down to my little ass and pulling to towards him. I went from semi-hard to completely erect in a second. He run his hands all over my body, somewhat in disbelief that he was touching my perfection, and I was giving it to him, willingly. “So I get the C- when you are done with me?” I whispered“Yes, you’ll get the fucking C- you hot little fuck,” he cooed backAnd for whatever reason, it just came out of me, “then fucking destroy me”.Without seconds my shirt was off, he was pulling my chunky skate shoes off, revealing my super cute little baby blue low cut ankle socks. I was naked, besides my socks (one of my preferable looks, naked and low cut ankle socks). His mouth went around my dick, and I moan, softly at first, and then louder and louder. I heard him unbuckling his belt. “How the fuck are you so hot Jayme? Holy fuck this body. Its so incredibly perfect.”“You’ve seen nothing y…..,” I was trying to say when I forced his big dick into my mouth. The taste of massive amounts of precum filled my mouth, and I started sucking his dick like a madman. He moaned like a crazy person. My saliva had lubed his dick up well. It pulsed as I moved up and down the shaft, worshipping it. “Holy fuck you’re a little slut”I had never heard that before, but man it was hot. Really hot. Like I just had something confirmed within me that I wanted to hear. I ran my hands all over him, under his shirt, caressing his hairy chest as his hands grasped my hair harder and started forcing my head down further on his dick. I gagged a few times, but never let up.“Its like you were built for this Jayme…fuck…I’ve never done anything like this before”“I’m addicting I know,” I said when I came up for air.“I want to fuck your little ass,” he proclaimed“Then fucking do it,” I just about yelledBefore I knew it he picked me up and slammed me, quite hard, against the desk. I bent over and stuck my little ass out, wiggling it in glee to try and turn him on more. “Oh my god, you just fucking crave it don’t you?” He saidI didn’t say anything. My mind was racing. I was about to take my first dick, and from the looks of it, bareback as well. I always found bareback to be exceptionally hot, especially when watching porn, but then I had my inhibitions about it. I had to let it go. I had to just enjoy it.I felt the head tease my pink hairless cunt, still soaking wet from the mix of my saliva and his precum. And then, my body just reacted and I pushed my hole onto his dick. I felt the head enter me as my hole widened to accept it. The endorphins were rushing, my head was spinning, the feeling, so incredible, and without even touching it, my dick shot a load straight across the desk.“Holy fuck little fag”, he saidLittle fag? I hadn’t been called that before. How fucking hot was that. I came without touching my dick and then was called muğla lezbiyen escort a little fag for it. Then I felt the shaft shoot up my hole. All the way, he didn’t wait, he didn’t ask if I was ok, he just shoved it in.I let out a light scream, partially out of surprise, partially out of pure pleasure. His hands wrapped around my little hips and pulled me onto him even more. Oh fuck it was hot. He pulled me back, standing straight up and told me to lick my cum up off the desk before pushing me back down. His hips thrusted in me, over and over, my tongue twirled itself in my seed. Over and over he plowed into me, then almost out, then deep back in. His moans only made me shake more, out of pure pleasure, he was using me, as an object, to blow his fucking seed.He then pulled his dick all the way out and pushed the head back in, and out and in again. Just the head. The feeling of my hole closing and then so quickly re-accepting the head over and over, was ecstasy. Finally, after several minutes of teasing, and me not knowing when, he slammed the whole shaft in me again. My eyes just seemed to roll into the back of my head. I felt his hands caressing and exploring my chest, running little circles around my perfectly erect little nipples. “I can’t believe you shave your whole body”, he said“I don’t, it doesn’t grow hair,” I replied between thrusts“Holy fuck that’s fucking hot boy” he exclaimed back.His thrusts began to get quicker, he was gasping for breath. I was throwing my weight against his thrusts, showing him how badly I want it. Sweat was beginning to drip from my face, I could smell him as well. The motions of his hands caressing me were getting faster, rougher, more frantic. The thrusted was very fast now. I thought he was going to blow, but he held onto it somehow. His big hands wrapped around my neck, beginning to squeeze.“Fucking kinky aren’t you?” I asked“Just fucking take it”His grip tightened, I gasped for air, my eyes were rolling back in my head again, my dick was pulsating like crazy. Precum was running out of it like a faucet. My tan smooth body was not glistening with sweat as he teased my throat, giving me very little air then letting go, letting me gasp, then clenching up again. “Lay your back on the desk now”, he yelledI said nothing. I turned around, laid down on the desk, and lifted my skinny little toothpick legs up, showing him my cunt. “I’m gonna cum in you, you know that right?” He asked“Oh I want it…” I moanedI felt the dick re-enter me again, my sweaty body pulsating, my matted hair flowing all over the place. His hands reached down and grabbed my nipples hard. Oh the pain was great, but so was the pleasure. I felt like I was going to cum again, and I still hadn’t barely touched my dick. His hands went to my boney shoulders and he used them as leverage for several incredibly intense thrusts. His dick had to be 8 inches at least, and he was getting every single centimeter balls deep in me. “Fuck, just look at the joy on your face being used like this,” he saidI quietly, sensually, exclaimed “I love it.”Then he let out a big moan, I knew it was coming soon. His thrusts became more intense than I could ever imagine, the desk moved slightly, the entire body shook with each thrust, my little nipples practically bounced around because of power of his thrusts. He pulled his head back and I felt it. I felt this incredible stream inside me, warm, spewing everywhere, filling me. My dick couln’t take it. I felt the warmth on my chest only a few seconds after he came in me, my dick shooting several shots of my nut all over me. I wanted to have him put his cummy dick in my mouth, so I could clean it for him, and taste the mix of his milk and my ass all at the same time, but now that he came, he obviously knew the gravity of the situation.“OK ok, get your clothes on before someone comes in bitch. I can’t believe you let me do that muğla olgun escort to you. I can’t believe you talked me into that. God you’re a fucking sinner. Just look at you, covered in cum, it dripping from your ass, your just a little slut, and fucking proud of it too.” He said, almost guiltily, and condescendingly. I didn’t even know what to say. I was still in ecstasy, I wanted more, way more, not just one load. I was covered in sweat, still shaking to an extent, and he was gathering up my clothes to get me out of there.“You’ll get your fucking C- ok? Just get out, don’t you fucking tell anyone about this ok? Just get the fuck out.”I quickly adjusted my hair, and threw my clothes on and rushed out of the room.When I got home, Michelle, my sister, was out tanning in her bra and panties in the backyard. I walked by her and she saw I disheveled I looked, and asked me what was up. I told her, the whole thing, bit by bit. She listened with amazement, and also pride. She said she was proud of me, and that I was finally coming to be the boy she always thought I would be. “What do you mean by the boy you always thought I would be?” I asked“Oh cmon Jayme, you’ve got the body an older man, well fuck, any man would love. I see you in your room dildoing the fuck out of your ass. You have mine and mom’s sex drive, in fact, who knows, you may have it much worse. You are finally seeing what it feels like to be used, and to absolutely love every second of it. To have someone lust after you for your body, touch it, crave it, its incredible”I was getting hard and it was very noticeable through my tight jeans, which happened to be one of her old ripped pairs. She reached up and grabbed my bulge and giggled “See, you’re turned on by even thinking about yourself in that position! Now get your ass inside and eat that yummy nut out of your ass”, she continued to laugh.She removed her hand from my crotch and I headed inside. I ran up to my room, stripped down, and slid a finger into my hole, it was just filled with yummy nut. As I did, I also peered out the window, down at my sister, out there tanning, except her hand was down her panties, she was fingering herself hardcore. Did I get her turned on? Her tiny belly was heaving up and down, her little belly piercing dangler bouncing around. Wow.She came upstairs eventually, her panties soaked, and peered into my room. I was on the bed, in my undies and socks as usual, just reliving the day so far. “You were getting off after touching my bulge and hearing about my first experience?” I asked“Well yeah b*o, I mean, that’s hot. Its not like I’m into YOU, I just think its hot you are getting to experience being a true slut.”“Well I’ve only done it once. Who knows,” I shruggedShe pointed to my already rising bulge again in my little pink striped undies. I blushed a bit. “Well, maybe I will be trying it again at one point,” I said. In my head, my mind was just racing. I wanted it again now, I wanted it five thousand times more. I wanted to be covered with cum, be used like crazy, sweating, panting, being lusted after over and over. I knew I wanted it. I didn’t know why my inhibitions were holding me back. I just DID it, with my teacher for fuck sake, to get something I wanted. How fucking hot was that? The head of my dick was sticking out of my tight undies now. She giggled.“Oh I think that’s all it took to get you addicted. You’ll be craving it at every turn now. You will see. That’s whats fun about stripping to me, I go, work the pole, let every seen my awesome body, and when I am leaving the club, there is always someone who just couldn’t get enough of seeing me, and wants IN me, oh its fucking hot. Its so fucking hot to just let them caress your body, to lust after you, to crave you, to do whatever they can do to HAVE you, and then you just give it to them, without any requests, besides having them fuck you well. That, is whats amazing. Do what you want, but you’ve got the body, you obviously got the hole, you’ve got the will and desire. You won’t be able to stop craving it. Now I am going to get ready for work.”As she walked away from the door, my undies slipped down, my hand wrapped around my dick and I proceeded to milk myself several times over and over, reliving the day’s event, and thinking of what I could do next.

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Good Girl’s MomThis is a continuation of Nicole’s story “Good Girl’s First BBC” which can be found on my profile page orhttp://xhamster.com/user/mooremike/posts/427565.htmlIt had been a year since I had my first ever black cock experience with my friend Raymond. Since then I had met several other black men for sex. I know I will always enjoy interracial sex but I also know that I would never want to be married to or even date a black man for love. My desire was for only the physical act of sex.Since I discovered my physical need to have sex with black men last year the rest of my life had moved on as well. I had met a real nice guy, Brad and I truly do love him and yes I do enjoy have sex with his white cock as well. In fact one if the surprise of my life was that his cock was nearly as large as most of my black sex partners.Of course he has no idea that I’m a black cock whore. My one close call was when he showed up just as I was coming home from a fuck meet. My pussy was filled with cum and was terrified when started to ask for a quick fuck.I thought about it and offered him a “new experience”. He agreed and I tied his hands to the bed and then blindfolded him. I then sucked his cock and rubbed my tits on his cock covered with oil. To finish him off I lubed my asshole and then lowered my ass on to him. He was speechless as I fucked my own ass with his large cock. I was having a mind shattering orgasm when he filled my ass with cum.Afterward we cuddled and he told he had never known a woman like me. I told him that muğla bakımlı escort I had a few secrets. I knew of one that he hopefully would never learn about.Anyways Brad and I were planning on going to see my mom and dad out west. I think that this a precursor to becoming engaged but Brad was being rather quiet on the subject.Since I was planning on being at my parents for a couple of weeks I decided that I would arrange a black cock fuck session while I was there. I went out to my favorite interracial hook up site and changed my location to my parent’s town and started to scroll through the available black studs. As always there were many hot men available. One called King caught my eye. He claimed to have 12″ cock that was 3″ around.I looked at some of photos and he looked good! Not to old but older than me. I sent him a message and asked if could chat online while I made up my mind about a meet. Later that night we chatted and he quickly told me that he was only interested in fucking. He also told me that I was kind of young and that he preferred older women that were married.”I like to fuck em hard and send them home!” He wrote”I’m just passing through so you can fuck me and send me home to my boyfriend.” I wrote back”Ok show me some fuck pics of yourself so I know you for real.” He wrote backI sent him a password to my gallery and asked to see some of his.He sent it and I typed it in and it opened to about twenty different sessions. Then I saw something muğla balıketli escort that made me freeze!I clicked on a file called “ass fucking mature”. The picture opened and so did my mouth!”Mom!” I said with a shocked voiceIt was my mom and she was sucking King’s big black cock. I could see how sexually turned on she was. My mom the “Lady” of the house who was always so proper was sucking cock like a whore!My pussy was suddenly on fire like crazy as I scrolled pictures of mom sucking cock. Then I saw her straddling the big cock with smile on her face and the next showed her mouth opened as she lowered her pussy onto the big monster.Photo 35I saw her doing cowgirl and reverse cowgirl. Then she had her ass up and king was pounding her from behind.”Mom you are such a fucking black cock slut!” I said as my fingers worked my pussyI noticed that they were videos as well. “Ass fucked” was the one I clicked onIt opened with mom sucking cock just like in the pictures. Mom was moaning and I could hear King breathing.”Ok baby time to do it!” He said”I’m not sure it will fit King!” My mom said”Come on bitch you said you would take it in the ass this time!” He saidMom started to mount him again but he stopped her.”Not like that you know he wants to see your face when get in the ass!” He said”I know.” Mom said as she turned to face the cameraKing positioned the cock against my mom’s well lubed asshole. He held her hips and pulled her down. I could see his cock start muğla bayan escort to bend and then the head passed her tight butt.”Ahhhhhh” mom screamed while there was a chuckle from KingMom’s face tensed as more cock entered her butt. I could not believe how turned on I was getting.Mom started to bounce on the black cock and I could see that her body was now adapting to the fuck stick she had in her ass. King started to pump in and out of her long hard strokes making mom moan with pleasure. I thought “mother like daughter” as mom rubbed her pussy working towards an orgasm. My own orgasm was just about hit me when mom jerked violently and made a sound like a howling wolf as she orgasmed.King pulled her off his lap and knelt beside her and blasted her with cum! My body jerked in pleasure I watched my mom licking sperm from her lips and smile at the camera.”I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did!” She said as the video went to blackMy mom is a black cock whore just like me!I grabbed my phone and called my mom.”Hi Nicole! It is good to hear from you! We cannot wait for you and Brad to come for a visit.” Mom said and I waited for my opportunity to get a word in”Mom, can I ask you something?” I said”Sure honey. What do you want to know?” She said”How long have you been fucking black guys behind Daddy’s back?” I asked”Why I have never done such a thing!” She said defiantly”Mom, I just watched King fuck you in the ass and cum on your face! I saw you fucking a man, a black man behind Daddy’s back! So tell the truth!” I said”Nicole, I did tell you the truth! Your Daddy was working the camera so it was never behind his back.” Mom saidI just stood there with my mouth open.”So Nicole, how long have you been fucking black men?”The end(A word from the author. Some behavior is learned and some is genetics! If you enjoyed a thumbs up and as always I appreciate your comments and messages)

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