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This is a true story which occurred about 5 years ago. I was working for a large retail chain which had approx. 800 stores coast to coast. I managed one of the highest volume, higher profited location. Well a conference was set up for the top 5% store managers to discuss the future, sales, plans, goals, advertising, merchandising, etc. The location chosen was about 7 hours away at a golf resort. Having recently separating from my wife, and now getting my life back in order, I was looking forward to the conference. Now you have to understand, I don’t drink nor play cards or golf. I am not a pick-em up type of person.

On the 3rd and last night of the conference, the group planned to go out drinking and bar hopping and then have an all night poker game. I told the group, see ya, wouldn’t want to be ya….. actually, I said to have fun. They went their way and I went mine. I went to Dunkin-Donuts for a cup of coffee and to sit thinking of my kids I missed. As I said, I had recently separated but the marriage was over long before that. Ankara escort My ex and I had not had sex for almost 2 yrs, trying to stay together for the kids.

While sipping on my coffee, a young woman came over and sat next to me. She was very pretty, tall, sandy blonde hair very long and straight (almost to her waist), built very nice, wearing shorts and a tight halter top. After a few moments, we began talking and I was starting to relax.

When we finished our second cup, she asked if I’d join her at the Holiday Inn down the street. I was on cloud nine.

We went to her room, she was already checked in. When we entered, there was a man in the room. I thought it was a set up and I was going to be mugged or killed. She introduced me to her husband, Dick. LuAnn then told me that they were both bi and once a month, they traveled about 50 miles from home to pick up a guy, or gal, or couple.

Now I had had one bi experience before this but still was too nervous to admit it.

We sat around and talked for a few Ankara escort bayan minutes before they both stood up and stripped. When in Rome. LuAnn laid in the middle of the bed, Dick on her left, and I was on her right. She grabbed both our cocks, he reached over and took my hand and placed it on her pussy and they began to kiss each other. I was still hesitant, thinking something violent would happen—-I relaxed after a moment when I felt how wet her pussy was and how hard both Dick and I were.

I fingered her to a fast orgasm, which she screamed very loud. I knew I had to have some of that pussy then as she was soaked. I moved and placed my face between her legs and ate her like there was no tomorrow. She came 3 times. God she tasted wonderful. I then fucked her while Dick tongue fucked her ass, occasionally squeezing my balls. I began to cum—-I shot the biggest wad I ever remembered deep in her pussy.

Dick began to eat LuAnn, sucking my cum out of her pussy. She began to lick my cock and I began to suck off Dick. Escort Ankara He shot his wad in my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, some oozing out of my mouth, she now moved up to share his cock with me to clean up all his cum.

After we caught our breath, Dick laid on his back, LuAnn guided my cock into his ass and I fucked him—-it was cool to see his cock bounce around as I slid in and out of his ass. LuAnn was grinding her pussy against my ass while I fucked her husband, she nibbled on my ear and pinched my nipples the entire time. I had my second mind blowing orgasm deep in his bowels. I withdrew from his ass and she mounted her husband with her back towards her face. I got between their legs so I could lick her clit and lick his shaft as well as being able to get some of my cum leaking out of his ass. When he came, she pulled him out so I could get his cum in my mouth which I then shared with her.

The time was over as they had to get back to their kids and let the baby sitter go. I went back to where my group was staying and their poker game was ending, most of them were drunk and broke but they all realized that I had a smile on my face. They wondered why I was so happy—-and I was. I never did see them again, pity—I would go back in a heartbeat.

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The next morning, I could hardly walk.

When I awoke it was morning, and bright sunshine had replaced the moonlight. The windows were open, and a pleasant breeze was blowing throughout the house. I staggered out of bed, and headed for the kitchen. Somehow, we had forgotten all about food last night, and I was starving!

My girls were out by the pool, slathered in coconut oil and glistening slick and shiny. They lay in the morning sun, side by side and head to toe, so that each could stroke the other’s pussy. My aching cock, worn out from last night’s exertions, and still half-asleep, nevertheless began to rise to the occasion.

“Hey, he’s awake!” Allie said. Eve turned around and lowered her sunglasses to look at me.

“Look at `de prow on dat schteemer!” she said, affecting a heavy Swedish accent and staring straight at my crotch. “Let’s climb aboard him!”

Hey, that’s what guys say about girls. Yipe! It’s too early! I can’t do anything with my twang until I’ve been awake a few hours. Eve knows that.

Both women got up of their lounges, picked up the bottles of coconut oil, and began to oil me up, from head to toe. Every little fold of skin, every armpit, crotch, and buttcrack was oiled and re-oiled, as both sets of hands explored. Now and again, one or the other or both girls would wiggle their butts or boobs against me, and Eve even straddled my thigh and began to ride me at one point. God, it made me feel so powerful! I love oil parties, and getting jacked when sloppy wet with oil is, well…

By now, my pole was steel-hard again, and throbbing with the stimulation it was getting. First one, then the other would stroke me, and I would finger one or the other or both slits, butts, or tits. Was there no end to their unleashed nymphomania? Was this going to be the end of me? Whattawaytogo!

Eve took me by the cock and dragged me over to a bench by the pool. Allie helped me lie down on my back, and I stretched out full length, my rock-hard cock flopping on my gut. Eve guided Allie to straddle me, and fitted my cock to her cunt. Wow, what a sight! Allie dropped on me in one stroke, and I slid into her like a liquid velvet glove. Up and down she rode, her tits flopping (when I wasn’t squeezing them). It felt great, but since `cocky’ was still asleep, all I could feel was the sliding, but I wasn’t getting the “spark,” if you know what I mean. Still, if Allie likes it, then I like it, and she clearly was liking it, judging by the grunting and moaning she was making. Good thing her house is sort of out in the middle of nowhere, or we’d have the cops on us in no time, thinking someone was getting tortured.

Allie bent back and put her hands on my knees for support and rode to a great finish. The only other contact between us was my cock in her pussy, sliding in and out as she lowered and raised her sweet cunt on my rod. I figured she might have bought this bench for just this purpose, since she could stand on the ground and control her positioning. Gottagottagotta get one of these!

I felt a towel on my cock, and Allie was wiping me clean. She then dropped her fine mouth on me and brought me back up to full hardness, slathered on another big handful of oil and jacked me a few times. She then returned the favor of positioning me for Eve.

Eve chose to mount in the “reverse-cowgirl” again. Much as I love to see tits flopping when I ride, I love to grab ass too, and here we were, in a doggystyle setup for the third time running. I guess she just has to have a little extra stimulation, or maybe it’s because we’re on vacation and she’s trying out new things. Whatever. It was fascinating to see the muscles in her back bulge and flex as she rode, and I held her hips tight, her butt slamming against me and the impact shock wave reflecting back up through her butt muscles each time just got me hotter.

Finally, I began to feel “the spark” begin to glow, and started to grunt with her rhythm. It seems to me that this primal signal connects to the female’s instinctive urges and helps her Ankara bayan escort climax higher. Eve began to cry out with that sound that women make either when they’re about to fall off a cliff or go over the edge of orgasm. That sound connected back to my instinctive urge, and I let go, my cock spasming into her, which set her off as well. She slammed me extra hard, and again and again, slowing her pace as she increased her force, then less…and less…and she finally rolled all the way downhill and stopped, my cock still deep insider her.

Dizzily, I became aware that Allie had been watching us the entire time, a look of angelic happiness on her face. Gently, she began stroking the both of us, as one would stroke an excited child. I took her hand and kissed it, and held it to my heart. I could see Eve turn her head and smile, which was about all she could do at the moment, then I went limp and slid out of her.

As Eve staggered away, Allie took me back in her mouth and sucked me clean. I’ve heard of that happening, but this is the first time anyone has ever done it to me. I stroked her hair and cheek as she drew on me. That was so sweet!

And I’m so hungry! What does a guy have to do to get a little breakfast around here?

All the rest of the day I dozed, worn completely out. My girls swam and sunned themselves when they weren’t torturing me with their bodies. I’d wake up and if they saw my eyes open they’d start wiggling or prancing around so their tits would jiggle, or they’d come over and bump their butts in my face, or pour on more oil and give me a tit massage. Help!

I’d get them back a few times and finger-fuck their fine cunts. It’s a wonder they aren’t rubbed raw by now. Allie particularly liked to stroke me up and then ride over my cock with her ass, sliding my length up and down in her crack like a hot dog in her buns.

But not too much! That was kind of the frustrating part. I needed to rest up and recharge my balls, but they just couldn’t keep off of me, or each other. I would drift in and out of sleep, and wake to see those two in a scissors, or fingering or eating each other, or embracing so that their breasts bulged together. Once, I even saw Allie doing Eve with a strap-on! I couldn’t believe my eyes. Eve had never allowed anything like that inside her. I’m gonna die here, you know that?

Eventually, the sun began to get low in the sky, and it was time to go out and get some dinner. Showering was actually sort of a cut-and-dried affair this time, as the “no touch” rule was relaxed for sake of efficiency.

Men of lesser caliber are always complaining about how long it takes for a woman to get ready. You will never, ever hear such a thing from me, for my woman, and Allie too, change from being just pretty girls into walking nuclear weapons when they crank themselves up. Allie was the first to appear, about an hour or so after we began cleaning up. She was slamming in a black satin pantsuit, and her short black hair was slicked down and gleaming, with spit curls before each ear. She had defined her cheekbones with a sort of caramel blush, her eyes were rimmed with kohl with a sort of catlike uptweek at the corners, and shaded with dark gray. Her lips were bright red, almost orange. The overall effect was very much like pictures I’ve seen of Josephine Baker. She finished the ensemble with black patent stiletto sandals, her toes and fingernails painted to match her lips.

But it was Eve who made the windows rattle when she appeared. I had never before seen the outfit she was wearing, and brother, I know her wardrobe backwards and forwards. Normally, she shows all new clothes off to me before going out in them, but this time she sneaked one over on me. It was a slinky silver lamé dress, one shoulder bare, the other sleeved to a point over her lilylike hand, and held in place with a ring on her middle finger. It was cut to fit her figure, and the hem began high on her hip on the sleeve side, and plunged to the floor on the other. It even “trained” a little in back, Escort bayan Ankara and bless her, bare legs were not for her! She never did go in for that, which always made my heart stop, because I do so love a woman wearing hose. It sleeks the legs and hides all the knots in the kneebones, the tendons and veins in the feet, the razor stubble and the little cuts and bruises that bare legs are prone to get. Stockings equal perfection in my book. She finished the outfit with a pair of silver stiletto pumps. Hallelujahgawdalmighty WHAT A WOMAN!

Her hair was fluffed out and the most beautiful color copper red you could imagine. Her eyes were shaded with turquoise, her cheeks pink, and her lips were a dark-cherry red, wet-look glossy, with sparkles! Did I say the windows were rattling? Hell, the GROUND was moving!

Arm-in-arm-in-arm, we dined at the fanciest restaurant in town, high atop the highest building. The city lights stretched to the horizon on a black velvet cloth. The whole night we leaned across the table to each other, which is probably why such things are called “tete a tete’s,” which literally means “head-to-head” in French. We had cocktails, we had wine, we had after-dinner drinks. We felt fine. Allie would lean over to me whenever she wanted to say anything, but I could tell it was so she could show off her cleavage, made all the more spectacular by the black lace Wonderbra and low-cut chemise she was wearing. Eve would lean against me just as often, and held hands with Allie across the table. The candlelight and the piano trio at the end of the room were working their magic.

Eve loves to dance, so we did, repeatedly. Her body would sway under the shimmering cloth, and every man in the place wished he were me. The women either wished they were her, or hated her living guts. And she was mine. Allie wasn’t as accomplished a dancer as Eve, so we didn’t make as many of the spins and twirls, just waited for the slow numbers and crushed our bodies together and waltzed. Towards the end of the evening, I even got to slow-dance with both together, much to the amusement of the band.

It was also becoming apparent that Allie had an ulterior motive for guiding us to this restaurant. The maitre `d was a fabulous tall stud, with almost too much good looks on him. Evidently, Allie had been scoping him out for some time already, and was moving in for the kill. Sure enough, she came back to the table and announced that “Alex” was coming home with us. “He likes boys too!” She reassured me. “And he wants to know where you got that suit.” I like him already!

Allie rode with Alex, as we followed in our car. We could see her touching and hugging him as we rode. When we arrived back at Allie’s, it didn’t take long for the clothes to come off, the music to come on, the wine to be opened, and the evening to really begin.

Alex was lean and tall, but he was already shaved from head to foot. He must get a lot of invitations like this, because guys don’t shave their bodies unless it’s going to be seen a lot, and he’s no bodybuilder. His was an uncut cock, which was interesting because neither Eve nor I had ever had one to play with.

Since Alex was the new toy on the block, both girls naturally gravitated to him at first, and I sat watching the show and stroking myself. Screw the five point penalty, I’m a guy. We jack off.

Both girls rubbed their tits all over him, and fed him their nipples. They stroked his hardness, squeezed and fondled his balls, and rode his thighs. Alex stroked their bodies, hugged their waists, squeezed their tits and asses, and fingered their slits. Both girls were squealing with pleasure, as they made him groan and gasp. What a sight!

Soon, they noticed that I had been left out. Allie motioned to Eve to hold Alex’s knees apart, and then signaled for me to join. I got up from my chair, and crawled on hands and knees to his proud erection, and gulped him down.

Alex’s eyes rolled back, and he dropped his head back onto the seat cushion as I sucked and jacked his cock. Bayan escort Ankara I was beginning to believe he really liked boys more than girls, while I’m sort of the opposite, but what the hell? Sex for fun knows no bounds. He was really liking what I was doing, and I was liking doing it.

Sure enough, I began to feel hands groping at my package, and the girls were stroking and squeezing me. I LOVE THAT!!! I was raging hard now. Alex placed his hand on the back of my head, guiding my stroking rhythm. His hips began to spasm and thrust as well. I could hear the girls kissing and groping me and each other.

I had to break off from Alex when I heard Eve begin to cry out that sound we all know and love, that of a woman in passion nearing her climax. I didn’t want Alex to let go and blow out, because there was so much more evening still ahead. Eve actually was frigging herself again, and Allie crawled around me to caress her as she tensed. Alex sat up to watch the show, and I turned and sat on the floor, idly reaching for his cock to stroke. I also reached for mine.

Eve loves to put on a show. She tore the roof off the house with her screech when she came, because she knew she had an audience watching. Allie caught her as she collapsed, and held her close as she floated back to earth. Allie then took up the job, finger-frigging Eve to another climax, then frigged herself, ending quickly with a quieter and much more deliberate teeth-gritting hissing cum.

Both girls were totally messed up by now, their hair disheveled, their makeup smeared or nonexistent. But both had that wild look in their eyes, and Alex and I knew instinctively that we were about to be raped. YEAH, BABY! Allie leaped onto Alex, and Eve jumped on me, dragging me to the floor and pinning me down like a wrestler. She bit, she scratched, she squeezed, she was insane, driven by the fire of her urges unchained. I turned and looked at the others, and Allie was shoving her cunt into Alex’s face, and stroking him up for her mouth. She plunged her mouth onto his throbbing cock and pulled so hard her cheeks dented in as she pushed up with both hands on the couch. She was going to pull that poor man apart! If I wasn’t getting jacked myself I’d be jealous now.

I realized I wanted a taste of pussy! Eve was sitting on the floor beside me, lying across my stomach while she stroked my bursting cock. I grabbed her hips as best I could, and pulled. She got the message, reached for a pillow for my head, and dropped her honeypot on my mouth. As I began to lick her slit, I felt her hot mouth slide all the way down to the base, and her tongue lapped against my cockhead, rolling my hotdog around in her mouth. Oh Gawd, yes!

Soon, there were other hands stroking and feeling around, and Eve’s mouth was replaced with another, one that had full manpower suction. My hips came up off the floor, and slammed back down as Alex did was Alex (as it turned out) does best: suck cock. Go boy, go! He replaced Eve on top of me and jammed his hardon down my throat as he took mine. I grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled him even deeper into my mouth. We both rocked and rolled as the girls whistled and catcalled at us. Fair play, actually, when you remember that we guys like to watch them go at each other too. When we broke apart I could see his cock standing straight up like a missile, and a sort of maniacal look on his face, he was so excited. He pushed me down on all fours and got behind me, grabbing my package like a pistol and squeezing tight while fingering my bung. I wondered if he was going to take me, but Allie hijacked him first, excited by the sight of that straight-up cock, and probably not a little bit jealous that he was playing with me instead of her.

It was a free-for-all after that. Girls did girls, boys did boys, girls did boys, and boys did girls. And girls did boy, and boys did girl. Eve finally had enough after riding us both a couple of times, and we finished by sandwiching Allie. I took her back door, and I came like a bomb (we all did) because I could feel Alex in her box. After that we were all useless.

Alex had to leave, since he had to open the restaurant for brunch the next morning. The three of us remaining washed up, gently since we were all so raw, and went to bed, our bodies still quivering.

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As I said I had found a part time job in a restaurant that cut into what time I had left over for dating. With Derek I didn’t mind so much as I would at least still see him on Saturday night when the four of us double dated and ended the evening having a shag. I was envious of Jennifer as she certainly loved it, and when it was raining we were now spending more time in the confines if John’s car, where we could at least cuddle and both Jenn and I would give our boyfriends a blow job. I was beginning to enjoy cock sucking more and more although I still didn’t care for the taste of his cum, I was finding it easier to handle without gagging and could swallow it without too much trouble.

Emma’s letters to me were now getting bolder as she liked to remind me of our ‘sexcapades’ in them, and continually asking me for the details of my dates with Jennifer and Derek. I found in writing to her it was easier to say things I would have difficulty saying to her face, and in a small way it gave me a thrill to be able to do that too.

In her letters she also began telling me about her ‘dreams’, where in her dreams it was always me who took the initiative and started the sex. Beginning at first by rubbing her through her clothes, then exposing her paps for me to please myself with them, pulling down or taking off her bloomers to get at her pussy, forcing her to kiss me and to pleasure me however I wanted it. She made it sound like in her dreams she didn’t have much choice but to comply as I was too strong for her, and could make her do whatever I wanted. This was the beginning me being introduced to her ‘kinky’ or perverted interests.

Usually in her dreams it would begin with me attacking her from behind, like when she was bent over for some reason making the bed or whatever, and I would grab her hips and press my torso into her bum. I would rub myself against her before pulling up her skirt to fondle her through her bloomers, she gave the details how my hand would take hold of her vulva from behind to give it a squeeze before I’d caress it with my fingers, rubbing my hand over it from her belly, over her clit and pressing the material of her bloomers into her crevice and up the crack of her arse. I would repeat this rubbing her till she had her cum, before pulling them down to give me access to her bare pussy then ‘do’ her again.

In her dreams she would struggle and cry out as I ‘forced’ my attentions on her, and admitting to letting me have my way with her excited her too, and because of her love for me kept our affairs secret. Of course this was nonsense as I was much too introverted to do anything like that to her, at first it had always been her who would do those things to me, then insisting I do to her whatever she did to me.

There were other scenarios too, like I would take hold of her ankles and hold her legs up in the air for her as Ankara escort I would ‘make’ her give herself a rub, again through her bloomers at first, then on to exposing herself till she had two or three cums then I’d let them down. Another was similar where she’d hold her legs behind her knees to pull them back against her breasts and it would be me rubbing her pussy this time. She would describe exactly what she was wearing, where we were and what we were doing as well as the sex part, even to what I would do to her in her car when she was driving.

Sometimes I would be rough with her she said, other times gentle as a lamb and we would make beautiful love together, and it was always me who decided those things. In time I would visualise myself doing what she suggested in her letters, and often after reading them would actually fantasise I could do what she suggested, the thought would excite me and I would masturbate as I’d relive in my mind what was in her letters.

Needless to say I never thought what she suggested would ever happen, but in a way I was convincing myself I could actually do it, the mind is a powerful tool and I suppose some would call this brain washing. In the ten months or so since I’d left home I had changed quite a bit, coming out of my shell more and more with my freedom. Dressing better in more modern clothes, using makeup, wearing high heels and of course indulging in sex whenever I wanted. Jennifer had been a big influence too telling me how pretty I looked all dressed up, and the way others treated me with more respect than I would have received at home before. So I started to believe I could do the things Emma suggested.

I was excited to get the letter telling me when she would be coming for a visit one weekend arriving on the Friday evening, and to let her know if that was OK with me. I wrote back telling her I was looking forward to her visit of course, but that I had to work till 8 PM that Friday, but I could swap shifts with another waitress to have the Saturday off. Sunday was a normal day off for me anyway so that would give us the weekend together. She wrote back telling me she would book a cabin at that motel just north of the city so we could be together.

On the way down she stopped at the motel to book the cabin, and arrived at the restaurant just after 7 PM so she could have supper while waiting for me. Another waitress served her, and I was excited just seeing her there. She looked more feminine than I was used to, wearing a shirt waist type dress with buttons down the front showing some cleavage, more make up than I’d seen on her before and a double string neck lace with matching ear rings. She smiled when we made eye contact and I was looking forward to being with her again. Like I said, I had convinced myself that I could do what she had been hinting at in her so called dreams, but now I wasn’t so Ankara escort bayan sure, butterflies were doing a number in my stomach at the thought of it.

She waited till my shift was over and we left together and on the way to her car she took my arm giving it a squeeze, and said how much she was looking forward to us being together again. My bravado had almost gone out the window so when she suggested going for a drink first I felt relieved. We found a nice pub that had their usual Friday night crowd, a mixture of all ages but mostly the younger crowd so we were not out of place completely.

It was a good crowd, someone was thumping away on a piano and there was some songsters in the crowd making for quite a jolly evening. I had whisky and lemonade, stronger than I’d normally drink but felt the need for some ‘dutch courage’, and had a couple more at least. We left around 10 PM (Closing time there in those days), I was feeling good as we left and once outside took her arm as we walked to her car.

When we got to the motel there was no problem, I was till worried about being seen but as I said she had stopped on the way down to check in and get the key, so we got out of the car and into our cabin quite quick. Once inside we hung up our coats and Emma checked the drapes to make sure all the windows were well covered, then turned to greet me and give me a nice big kiss. She turned and went to place her handbag on the bedside table and it fell over and in trying to catch it only made it worse as a lot of the contents spilled out onto the floor.

Bending over to retrieve them, all I saw was her arse as she had bent over and not bending her knees very much, so it looked like she was waving it in front of me, (which I’m sure she was). So if there ever was a time to do it this was it. I went up to her and grabbed her by her waist and ground my torso into her behind, she acted startled and stopped what she was doing and placed a hand on the bed to support herself as my hand found it’s way between her legs to fondle her crotch. Just like she told me in her dream, there was no real resistance as I lifted her dress up over her hips to expose her bloomer covered bum.

Now she kind of groaned and lifted her head to look at me and pushed her legs apart to give my hand better access to her vulva. I was excited, I’d never though I’d actually have the courage to do this even though she had hinted enough in her letters to me. Now I really got into it as she wriggled her arse in time to my thrusts, the crotch of her bloomers was wet. She gave that groan that I was used to that announced her orgasm and felt her stiffen for a few moments before she relaxed again. Now I was so randy I wanted more, so pulling down her bloomers to expose her arse was a pleasure.

Emma took a moment to get on the bed on her knees before bending down to let me continue Escort Ankara stroking her, her pussy was so wet and slippery I felt I had to do more and dropped to my knees behind her to better facilitate what I was doing to her. Her knees were apart, her derriere looked awesome, her cunt open and pulsing as if begging for penetration. The folds of her labia’s seemed larger than before as my fingers slipped in and out of her pussy with no trouble. She was moaning quite audibly now, her juices running down over my fingers and hand as I rubbed her till again with a cry had her orgasm. I felt her relax as she enjoyed the feelings I had induced in her, and I was glad to take the opportunity to catch my breath too.

I was into the excitement too by this time feeling as randy as hell, and got her to turn onto her back and I started by pulling her bloomers off her legs altogether. I unbuttoned her dress and pushed her bra up to free up her tits and she held them one in each hand in a silent gesture presenting them to me. I stood up and looking at her lying like that stripped off down to my garter and stockings and got on top of her. She was smiling at me as I pressed my clit to hers and began to hump her, she held me by my hair as I arched my back to really press my pussy against hers, it wasn’t long before I exploded with a delightful climax, and collapsed along side her.

Once rested, Emma got up and removed her clothes completely, now naked she climbed back onto the bed and ‘walked’ with her hands and knees on either side of me. She had that smile on her face, her eyes shining as she slowly crawled her way back up to me her big boobs swinging with the movement of her body enticing me to take them in my hands as she settled on top of me. Her mouth found mine, her tongue pressing into mine as deep as she could get it, her body settling onto mine felt so soft, not as heavy as one would think considering her ample size. She was whispering to me, things like telling me that ‘Soosie’ loved me more that ever, and wanted to love me more often.

The lovemaking continued well into the wee hours, my shyness forgotten as we took turns pleasuring each other the sounds of our lovemaking filling the cabin, with perhaps only animals outside to hear us. We finally slept together until mid morning the next day where I woke up refreshed. I lay there think about what had happened, felt thrilled I was able to do what I did to start things off, amazed at how much I had enjoyed it. I slipped out of bed quietly and went and had a pee, returning Emma was on her side, one arm around the pillow as if she was hugging it. I got back into bed and lifted the covers off her and leaning over gently took one of her tits in my hand and kissed her on her cheek.

She stirred and turned to face me, lifting a hand to touch my face and smiling, her happiness showing and I kissed her. She went to have her pee and I started to run the water into the bath for us. We bathed each other taking our sweet time as we discussed what we were going to do for the day, and agreed to go have some breakfast then go shopping.

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[Note: A character expresses reluctance and gets overruled. If that’s not your cup of tea then this story won’t be for you.]

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Jason, Frank, Harold, and Theo were childhood best buddies whose lives had sent them to opposite ends of the country. But every year without fail, Jason would invite them to his house in Colorado for a week of hiking, fishing, the works. Vanessa’s dad loved them like brothers and insisted on hosting the reunion every year.

Vanessa also “happened” to plan another visit home this year that overlapped with the tail end of their reunion.

“Why are you always picking dates when we have guests over! What about family time!” Her mom complained over the phone but Vanessa could tell she was happy.

“Can’t help it mom, you know how it is. I’ll see you soon.”

Weeks later, Vanessa pulled into the driveway just as they were putting the dishes away from dinner. After a round of hugs, her mom pushed her into the kitchen. “You must be starved! I saved you some dinner, go heat it up before you dig in.”

It looked like it was her dad’s and Theo’s turns to do the dishes tonight. Her dad handed Theo a plate to load into the dishwasher and toweled off his hands to give her a hug.

“How’s work?” Theo asked.

“It’s alright, lots to do,” she shrugged.

“She’s real busy now that she’s gotten that promotion,” her dad started and Vanessa rolled her eyes fondly.

When dad turned away to find that wine he’d saved for her to try, she took the opportunity to brush her hand along Theo’s arm, scratching her nails through his coarse arm hair. He watched her with a predatory smile.

They had played this game since she’d been in college, ever since she accidentally fell on him and felt his dick twitch under her ass during a picnic by the lake. His hands had pressed a little too long against her soft belly as he helped her up. She hadn’t minded it. He had always been the good-looking one of the group, with a strong hooked nose and bright eyes, undiminished by the growing gray in his hair and wrinkles around his eyes. Vanessa found them sexy, actually.

The game had started small, with innuendos, looks, but after she graduated he’d retaliated with a tongue down her throat and a hand up her shirt at the side of a rest stop. She hadn’t been able to stop blushing the rest of that memorable hiking trip. Things had escalated year after year, until now she was regularly planning her visit around the entertainment of sneaking around with him. It was just too boring otherwise.

“Later,” she mouthed right before her dad turned back.

Vanessa’s parents had a guest bedroom, a pullout bed in the basement, and a couch. Every year the men drew lots; this year Theo was on the couch. Vanessa looked forward to it.

She crept down that first night after midnight, avoiding the creaky stairs, dressed in a loose t-shirt and her smallest pair of sleep shorts. It was chilly but she knew she’d get warm soon. Crossing through the living room to the kitchen, she saw Theo’s eyes follow her from where he was lying prone on the couch. Pouring herself a glass of water, she took a sip. Then she went to sit boldly across his lap. Under the throw blanket, his thick thighs flexed and she felt his cock start to fill.

“I was wondering when you’d come,” he murmured. Fingers snaked through the leg of her shorts, their rough callouses petting the top of a soft thigh, teasing the edge of her panties, before digging into the furred space between her legs without hesitation. It gave her a thrill, the way he always touched her like he owned her. He grunted when he found her already sopping wet.

“You always make me feel so good,” she whispered as she leaned back against the couch, legs falling apart to allow him more access. Theo’s large hand somehow felt larger when it was trapped in her shorts.

He ran his knuckles along her slit lightly, enjoying the tacky juices flowing out from her pussy. Gathering her wetness, he parted her pussy lips and teased her clit with a few light rubs before pressing harder against the nub, just the way she liked it.

“How’s Wendy?” Vanessa murmured. It was dark in the living room, but faintly she could see his hand undulating inside her small shorts. Ankara escort She shifted her ass again so she could do him a favor and trap his cock under her cheeks. He thrust up lazily in reply before freezing at the couch’s loud creaking.

“Broke up with Wendy months ago, didn’t your mom tell you?” Theo’s string of romances was the group’s prime source of gossip. “I’m dating Sheila now.”

“How’s Sheila?” She wriggled a little as he sank his middle finger into the deepest part of her.

“She’s fine.” He added his index finger and then pumped them. The thick digits explored her as his thumb diddled relentlessly with her clit. The warmth in her belly pooled through her body, and her limbs were starting to tingle.

There were sudden footsteps on the stairs. They both froze. Her heart pounded in her throat and she clenched around his fingers so hard that it almost hurt. Vanessa slapped at Theo’s wrist, trying to get him to pull out of her. “Theo!” She hissed. Even in the dark she could tell he had on his shit-eating grin. The bastard kept his hand where it was. She quickly grabbed her cup of water from the coffee table for at least a little bit of cover.

“Vanessa, stop bother Theo, he’s had a long day. Go back to bed,” her mom said crossly, rubbing her eyes as she made her way to the kitchen. It must have looked like Vanessa was innocently sitting on the couch beside Theo, rather than right over his hard cock. “What a terrible privilege it is to be your favorite.” Theo’s teeth flashed a smile and he rewarded her with a grind of his wrist. Right at her sweet spot too!

She choked back a moan, turned it into a cough. “Okay, I’ll go after we finish chatting.” Theo, the fucker, was still gently stroking her, thick fingers slowly working through her juices, stretching her slick walls and twisting around her clit as if he was trying to wind her up. She felt hot and cold, praying that Theo wouldn’t stop but also praying that there wouldn’t be any wet noises. If her mom noticed them, Vanessa would be so dead.

“Just five more minutes alright? Tomorrow’s a new day.” Mom took a sluggish sip of water as she headed back upstairs.

Vanessa finally let out a breath when she heard the door shut upstairs. And then she immediately muffled a shriek. Theo started fingerfucking her for real now, making her body bounce as he sawed three meaty fingers into her pussy, his palm scraping her clit every time.

“So… rough,” she moaned. “Slower… slower!” Ignoring her words, his fingers continued plunging into her, the frantic squelching making her feel so dirty.

The feeling in her stomach built until she was a trembling mess on the couch, mouth gaping, legs splayed, Theo’s fingers still fucking her through her aftershocks.

“Stop, stop!” She felt like her body was flying apart, she wanted to climb off his lap, but Theo sat up and pinned her against his chest with a strong arm around her waist. She gulped for air as her pussy went from hot to burning.

“C’mon,” he coaxed, “I know you can give me another one.”

“I can’t! Stop, Theo, please!” She half-cried and half-whined, writhing against his strong arm. It was too much. Something was happening in her body. It was melting her mind. It felt like all of her was trembling, shaking, stretching, until suddenly she came again, toes twitching and eyes unfocused. It felt like her brain just shut off. He gently pumped her a few more times before sliding out his fingers with a slick pop. Vanessa gasped at how empty her pussy felt now, and Theo took that chance to lick into her mouth, kissing her long and sloppily. She snuck back upstairs while Theo took care of himself in the bathroom.

The next morning when Vanessa came down for breakfast, wearing more decent pajamas this time, it took everything she had to greet everyone without flushing at the sight of Theo.

“Some urgent files came in, I’m thinking I’ll skip the hike so I don’t have to miss the barbeque tonight.” Theo caught her eye for a split second. She hid her face and pretended to concentrate on her cereal.

Her dad shrugged easily. “As long as we can count on your grilling expertise tonight. Vanessa, you want to come hiking with us old folks today?”

“Meeting up with the old gang later, Ankara escort bayan sorry Dad.”

“Thought so. Why do you even come home anyway?” Her dad joked and they all laughed, Theo loudest of all.

Not ten minutes after the group drove off, Vanessa and Theo were sucking face against the kitchen counter, hands groping wildly under their clothes. It was like being a teenager again, and the thought made Vanessa laugh. Playfully, she pulled at his pants. They fell around his ankles before he kicked them off.

Before she knew it, her back was on the floor with her shirt rucked up high so his lips could suckle at her small boobs while his hands yanked her sweatpants off in one fluid motion. She was practically naked but Theo was still wearing his shirt, and this seemed unfair.

“Take off your shirt, let me see that sexy chest,” Vanessa teased. Theo sat back on his heels to comply and for the first time, Vanessa saw his hard cock jutting out of his dark pubic hair. The two of them had always snuck around before, and she’d rubbed him off or had him grind against her slow and dirty, but she never had the chance to look too closely at what he was packing. It was fat and stout. Thick like his wrists, his legs. Apparently Theo was broad everywhere.

“Like it?” He winked.

“Yeah…” she licked her lips subconsciously, trying to figure out if it she’d ever seen a fatter cock in real life.

“Yeah you’re gonna love it,” Theo smirked. Seemingly from nowhere, he produced a foil packet and a small bottle. “Put this on me,” he said, throwing the condom to her and popping the cap on the lube as he knelt between her legs. She sat up to rolled it onto him, giving him a few mischievous strokes and squeezes before she was distracted by the cold lube being generously massaged into her.

“Aren’t I wet enough?” Her eyes half closed, savoring the sensations.

“You’ll want to be wetter for this,” he shuffled forward to tap his cock at her entrance, sliding through her folds teasingly until his cockhead was nice and wet. His face was flushed and dark with anticipation.

“Uhhh… hm?” Her eyes opened wide as she suddenly caught up with what he was saying. They followed the motion of Theo’s hand as he humped himself once, twice, and then lined himself up.

“What are you doing?” She gasped. This was an exciting game, but she had honestly never thought about going all the way with him.

“No more of your teasing,” Theo growled.

“I don’t know…” Vanessa felt a spike of guilt. They’d never gone further than this. Messing around was one thing, but actually fucking one of her dad’s best friends felt different, weird, too real somehow.

Theo raised an eyebrow and swirled two fingers deep into her pussy before withdrawing them. They came away glistening, covered in lube and her juices, and he brought them to his mouth, appearing to savor the taste while staring her dead in the eye. Her pussy spasmed, feeling lonely.

Vanessa squirmed. Maybe it would be fine…

“Okay,” she said uncertainly.

“You a virgin?” His skeptical face made her blush.

“No! I’ve done it, geez!”

“Yeah?” He caught her mouth in another dirty kiss, tasting her until she melted. “Yeah, I thought so.”

“I’ve fooled around plenty. It’s just…” For some reason she felt herself suddenly defensive. She wasn’t even a virgin, why did she have to feel embarrassed!

Theo seemed to struggle for a minute before he blew out a breath and shot her a comforting smile. “You know, my waist ain’t what it used to be… let’s go do this on your bed, yeah? Maybe it’s being in the kitchen.”

Vanessa blushed. If they fucked in her childhood bed she’d never be able to sleep there again without getting hot and bothered. But then that had never stopped them from messing around in the rest of the house. Wordlessly she let him pick up their clothes and herd her up the stairs, feeling him leer at her ass the whole time.

Scooting back down on her sheets, she wavered again. It was hot having Theo naked in her room, no doubt about it, but did she really want to cross this last line with him?

“Theo, maybe…” Her eyes were big and round as he rearranged her legs until he could settle on his knees comfortably Escort Ankara between them. Calloused hands gripped her thighs and pulled her until her ass was half in his lap. His cock was so hot it burned her when it brushed the inside of her thigh.

“You don’t want this?” He asked doubtfully, running his hand along her flank. It was clear he was running out of patience, his expression a little annoyed.

“I don’t know…” Vanessa bit her lip. Strong hands gripped her waist, testing their hold. “I just never thought of doing this…”

His eyes watched her struggle. “Where did you think this was going to go, sweetheart, besides my cock stirring up your sweet cunt?”

Without waiting for a reply, he pinned her legs wide and a hot fat cock speared into her, parting her inner walls, thick and unyielding and utterly devastating. The fire in her stomach bloomed. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes; she looked like she was having a religious experience.

His thrusts punched out small animalistic sounds on every stroke, small moans and cries that could have been either pain or pleasure. His body folded over her, the wiry hair on his chest scratching at the tender skin of her boobs, her belly. She clawed at his shoulders, trying hard to hold on, but he fucked her until she’d ended up half-braced against the headboard, trying to fuck herself back onto that magnificent cock.

“Look sweetheart, look how much your tight cunt loves it,” Theo panted in her ear. Vanessa stared dumbly at her pussy gobbling him up. He was so thick and she was so small, and the pressure of his shaft against her walls was intense but each inch sunk into her like she was made to hold his cock.

Clutching her to him, he rolled them until she was slumped docilely on top of him, gravity helping impale her even deeper on his dick. The new position made his fat cockhead hit that sweet spot every time. She was drooling now, gasping, arms braced against his chest, sweat-matted head lolling on her limp neck, trying to hold on for dear life. She loved it, she loved feeling so used, she loved his calloused hands groping her ass, pulling and squeezing until her pucker felt the cool air. A sly finger pressed flat against the wrinkled skin as a promise of things to come.

It seemed like she was on the edge for hours, always so close, but she clenched her teeth and tried to hold on. Finally she came with a shout, eyes teary with overwhelming pleasure.

“Gobbling me right up,” he gritted out. Her sweet pussy was milking him greedily now, crying out for him to give her more. “Gonna fill you up and then I’m gonna fill you up again later, fill you up tomorrow, gonna fuck you until you only know how to take my fat cock and cry.”

Theo shifted so he could sit up and wrap his arms around her limp body, tight so she couldn’t dismount, keeping her bouncing bonelessly on his cock as she moaned shamelessly. His tongue thrust into her ear with each stroke. “Slut,” he chuckled when she gasped, “your sweet cunt is even better than Sheila’s.”

He made her come again, sobbing, before he finally shot his hot load, giving her body what it desperately wanted.

“Next time we’ll try for three,” he promised as they lay on her ruined bed, catching their breath. Vanessa vaguely wondered if he’d ruined her for anyone else… no wonder there was always a line of people waiting to date him. Suddenly she was jealous of Sheila.

Though Theo knew he couldn’t get hard again for a while, he made her try, kneeling between his legs and lathering his soft cock. The view wasn’t too bad, her ass up with drool soaking her chin, almost cross-eyed with greed.

True to his word, he fucked her again that afternoon, expertly playing her body until she squirted. She didn’t even know she could squirt. Maybe he really did ruin her, because now she couldn’t imagine waiting another year to worship that cock again.

They had to stop and prepare for the barbeque when the rest of the house returned. Vanessa had to fake a story about a fall when her mom noticed her walking strangely. In the last days of the reunion, they were back to stealing moments to avoid suspicion, though Vanessa couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

A few weeks later, her mom called, gossiping that Theo had broken up with Sheila and gotten ribbed by the entire group, but didn’t say a word about whether he was dating anyone now. Vanessa let out a relieved breath and went back to the bedroom where he was waiting for her.

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Authors note:

All characters portrayed in this fictional story are over the age of eighteen years.

This story includes unprotected sex between a mother and her son with the intent of impregnation. It does not include anal.

It felt good to be back in my room. After my first year of attending a University, I was back home for the summer. My name is Sam and I live with my mom Melissa. My dad died more than a dozen years ago. Last year Mom bought the house we’re now living in, located forty miles from where we used to live. We moved here right after my eighteenth birthday.

The house is bigger than Mom and I required, but it was the best value for the location. I live on the upper floor which consists of two bedrooms with a shared bathroom. We turned one of them into a study room and my bedroom has a great view out the front of the house. Mom’s master suite is down a long hallway from the dining room and the living room overlooks the back of the property. Large windows face the gardens out back providing a peaceful and quiet atmosphere. There are a couple other bedrooms along the hallway to Mom’s master suite which have been turned into hobby rooms.

Her sister, Rachel, convinced Mom to move here to be closer. She divorced her husband three years ago and longed for her sister’s companionship and finally convinced Mom to relocate close to her. Mom wasted no time to move here as soon as I graduated. Neither have regretted it and have been inseparable. They have shown no interest in men, preferring to spend their time together and with me.

Physically similar, they would have no trouble attracting men if they desired. They are brunettes, although my aunt dyed her hair blonde last year. Both have their hair cut short, which frames their beautiful faces perfectly. Mom’s large, deep brown eyes make you feel better immediately when she looks at you. She has long toned firm legs, proudly showing them off wearing short skirts. Her breasts aren’t huge but large enough to sexily push out her tight blouses.

Aunt Rachel has deep green eyes which accent her blonde hair. I thought she was sexy before but her new hair color makes her look even better. At twenty-six she’s eleven years younger than Mom. Her breasts look larger than Mom’s and her luscious legs look similar.

My mood is always at its best when I’m around either of them. We have a large garden at our new house and the three of us work together, keeping it maintained and treating ourselves to a dinner or movie after a day of hard work. My aunt lives a few blocks away and routinely walks over to visit us.

Rachel never mentions her ex-husband, but she did obtain the house and a substantial amount of money when the divorce was finalized. Mom told me it was due to a dispute concerning children but wouldn’t divulge whether my aunt wanted offspring or he did. Not knowing the true story but knowing him, I suspected he had an affair and was caught.

Our time together the last few years has really bonded Mom and me, working and playing together. Mom rented an apartment for me at the University believing I would be more comfortable than sharing a room in the dorms. I figured it was an incentive to keep me at school allowing her to develop a relationship. Coming home once a month I figured I’d give Mom plenty of freedom, but as far as I could tell she wasn’t dating. After three months Mom pleaded with me to come home every weekend because she and my aunt missed my company. Gladly accepting her proposal I changed my schedule according to Mom’s wishes.

My time with Mom and my aunt was increasing my sexual frustration. When I arrived back to school on Sunday night I’d call up one of several girls I cycled through. They didn’t know why they received such a good fucking each time I came back and I wasn’t honest enough to tell them I was fantasizing they were my mother. I picked girls that looked similar to Mom or Aunt Rachel, avoiding an emotional attachment to any of them. They made it clear they were with me for the sex and didn’t want to get tied down to anyone during school so I didn’t mind using them to stave off my incestuous lust.

Mom and Rachel were still close and neither dated. Their full attention was devoted to me when I came home for the weekends and I looked forward to being with them this summer. Jealous men would stare when we’d go out on the town. My aunt would dress less conservative; although, much to my dismay neither would go braless.

Eating out was especially hard as I would sit by Mom with Rachel across from us. She wore a bra but her dresses showed a lot of cleavage from her full, meaty breasts. She caught me more than once staring at her chest through dinner, not saying anything to my mother. She would go back to talking to Mom, smiling while acknowledging the admiration of her sexy wares.

*****

Mom interrupted my daydreaming when she called me down for dinner. One of my favorite meals was waiting for me Ankara bayan escort to celebrate my homecoming. As we sat across from each other I found myself longingly staring at her beauty. She even asked me a couple of times whether I didn’t like my food since I wasn’t eating much. It was hard to break away to eat, but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in her attempt to please me. Her eyes were like magnets, deep brown and beautiful, like a window to her soul.

When finished we cleaned up and retired to the living room to discuss our plans for the gardens. It was the time of year we’d have to do a lot of work to get them in shape for summer. She told me Rachel was anxious to come over and help which wouldn’t help subdue my aroused state. Unfortunately, I was going to have to seek a seasonal job to help pay for my escalating education costs. Summer employment was going to severely limit the time I would be able to spend with my two favorite ladies.

I was tired after the long trip and went to bed early, putting off job hunting until morning. I fell asleep fast thinking of past images of Mom and my aunt. I woke up earlier than normal and went downstairs to the kitchen. Mom still has a daily newspaper delivered and whenever I’m home we’d share it while eating breakfast. I retrieved it and started to read while waiting for Mom to arrive.

*****

Mom’s door creaked open and I heard her footsteps come down the hall. She lightly kissed me on the back of my neck and said, “Good morning, Sam. You’re up early.” I could smell her natural scent as her lips burned my flesh.

“Yes, I am. I slept well and wanted to get a start on looking for a job,” I replied as I looked up to see her walk around me to go to the counter. I froze as I gazed at my mom wearing a blue nightie which barely covered her full, firm ass. It wasn’t a see-through, but it clung to her tight enough making it was obvious she was nude underneath.

As she filled the coffee machine my eyes locked onto her long, bare legs. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen them but they still excited me when displayed. As she finished and turned I quickly looked down at the paper disguising the fact I was leering. As she walked by me to go back to her room my eyes lustfully followed her sexy body.

After a few minutes, she returned in a robe to prepare breakfast. She must come out to the kitchen each morning right after she wakes up, starts up the coffee, then returns to her room to change to her robe. I had gotten up early before and she was always in her robe. I wonder if she had changed her routine when I started college.

I made a mental note to not let sleep interfere again with my early morning delight. Hopefully, she wouldn’t revert back to changing to her robe before coming out to start up the coffee in the future.

We talked while she finished cooking. After we ate and finished reading the paper, I helped her clean up. She asked me what I was going to do today. I told her I was going to hunt for a summer job to help pay for college. We talked about possible job prospects and where I should start looking.

She hugged me, wishing me luck and left to get dressed to go to work. Retreating to my room, I surfed for job leads. A few minutes later I heard Mom’s car pull out. I looked out my window and watched her drive away. As soon as her car disappeared I was in bed stroking my rock-hard cock, reliving the sight of her nightie-clad body. I didn’t last long, coating my stomach with globs of hot cum.

I didn’t have much luck finding a job so I decided to take a break and go out. I stopped at the grocery store and picked up some items Mom had wrote on a list on the table. When I arrived home Mom was already there, earlier than normal. She greeted me with a hug and I asked her if anything was wrong. She informed me she took off to spend more time with me before I found a job.

We walked around the garden discussing what we were going to do for the next few days. While we were eating dinner later that night, I informed her I wasn’t having any luck finding a job. She looked disappointed but then smiled as she said, “You never know, maybe something will come up.”

Soon after we retired to the living room to watch TV, Mom went to her room. She left the door open and I could hear her talking on the phone, probably catching up with a friend. Their conversation was too faint to comprehend the content, but I did hear her say goodbye to whoever she was talking to.

She came out and sat by me on the couch, wrapping her arm around me to hug me close. I could feel the heat from her body and her breath as she told me she was going to help me with a job. I turned to look into those beautiful eyes as she continued to tell me she was talking with her friend Sharon regarding some available work. I remembered Sharon from our old neighborhood. She was Mom’s age and was hot. She told me Sharon had quite a bit of work to do around her house and she was willing to pay me good Escort bayan Ankara money to help.

Sharon was wealthy and would usually give me a twenty when we’d go visit her, for my college fund, she’d say. I figured the pay would be good and working around a hot looking woman couldn’t be bad. I readily agreed to work for her. Mom was elated, smiled and kissed me on the cheek as she went back to her room to call Sharon. She came out later and informed me I could start the next morning. After a few more minutes I told Mom I was going to bed to get a good night’s sleep. Setting my alarm to get up early, I drifted off fast.

*****

The next morning I was up and reading the paper, anxiously awaiting Mom’s arrival. She made her appearance at the same time wearing the same nightie. My plan worked as I leered at her scantily clad body. She repeated her routine, leaving and returning to fix breakfast in her robe. I told Mom I’d probably be late getting home since Sharon’s house was an hour away. She hugged me goodbye and wished me luck on my job. Her parting smile was sexy and even had a diminutive smirk mixed in. It was enough to arouse my horny prick.

I made it to Sharon’s place and she was still as hot as I remembered. We reviewed the things she wanted to be done and the list looked short enough I was sure I could do it in a day, although Mom had told me there was a week’s worth of work. After the first item was completed I realized the main job Sharon wanted accomplishing was to have her pussy filled with hard, young cock. Her seduction plan wasn’t complicated, leading me to her bedroom, stripping off her clothes and begging me to fuck her hard.

She kept me in bed all day, obviously not getting the spousal sexual attention she required. She told me her husband was out of town on a business trip until the end of the week, probably fucking his secretary instead of attending meetings. She wasn’t upset about his indiscretions as she was financially comfortable in their relationship. Neither of them desired a divorce and was fine with the status quo.

Exhausted from my workout, I arrived home late. Mom asked me how it went and I told her there was a lot of hard work to do and it would keep me busy for the week. She smiled and told me how happy it made her knowing she was able to help with the arrangement. I went to bed early in order to get up for Mom’s negligee showing.

Each day was a repeat of events starting with Mom in the morning and Sharon taking a sexual pounding during the day allowing me to live out my mom fantasies. One of the mornings I blew it and slept past Mom’s nightie show. Friday arrived too soon for my liking, signaling the end of my work week. I was hoping Sharon would extend my time, but she explained she didn’t want the neighbors to get suspicious and she had enough memories to last a while. She thanked me with a day of sex and I left with a check for five hundred dollars.

Mom had one of my favorite meals ready when I arrived home and we discussed our weekend plans. We decided on a number of projects in the garden and she mentioned that her sister was going to come over to help. I was looking forward to spending a weekend with them. Signing and handing the check to Mom brought out a big smile as I told her to use it to help pay for college expenses.

After breakfast the next day we worked in the garden. Shortly after we began my aunt showed up, looking as good as ever. We had never felt comfortable hugging as she was too close to my age, but she did stroke my arm with her hand in a greeting fashion, smiling wide and causing my groin to tingle. We toiled through the day, broke for lunch and decided to go out to dinner to celebrate our day of hard work.

Aunt Rachel went home to change while Mom and I picked her up on the way out. They were radiant at dinner and I couldn’t have been happier being out with these two beautiful women. Envious husbands stared at us as we dined. Sleep came easy after a full day of work.

After breakfast the next morning, Mom pulled her chair to face mine. She sat down and scooted up closer, intertwining our legs. Her bare leg rubbed against me under our robes as she leaned forward and stroked my arms. Her smooth, firm knees pressing along my hairy thighs sent electric shocks to my hardening cock.

She told me she had something important to tell me. I stroked her arms the same way she was doing, relaxing both of us. Fortunately, my robe concealed my hard prick resulting from our close contact.

She stared at me as if she were trying to decide how to tell me what she had on her mind. I looked back into those brown eyes and immediately felt at ease. She told me she had a long phone conversation with Sharon yesterday. My relaxed state began to disappear wondering what Sharon had told Mom.

“Sharon’s pregnant,” she divulged, still staring at me. I could only imagine the panic-stricken look sweeping across my face. I hadn’t used protection with Sharon. Bayan escort Ankara She pulled me tight each time as I flooded her cunt with cum each time. I had wrongly assumed she was on some kind of birth control.

“It’s your baby, Sam,” she continued.

Fear swept through me as my hands squeezed tight on Mom’s arms. What an idiot I had been forgetting about protection. My mind was racing of the implications of getting someone pregnant. Mom could see my discomfort and moved her hands to mine pulling them away and held them tight, smiling widely, amused at my predicament.

“Relax, it’s okay. She wanted the baby. She told me how she seduced you and how she tricked you into thinking she was on birth control,” she quietly said in an attempt to calm me. Moving her hands to my arms, she stroked up and down to ease the tension.

Taking a deep breath, I replied, “Wow Mom. I had no idea. You’re okay with this? Does she want anything from me?”

“She wanted a baby and her husband couldn’t give her one. She’s elated and doesn’t want anything from you. You know, it’s not uncommon,” she told me, still locking our eyes together.

“Not uncommon?”

Explaining further she said, “Yes, wealthy women routinely find a young man to impregnate them when their husband can’t or doesn’t want to.”

“Why don’t they go to a fertility clinic and get inseminated,” I asked, more relaxed from Mom’s gentle caressing.

“They usually don’t want anyone to know and they like the more discreet method. Most of the time the husband won’t allow it, afraid his colleagues might find out and think he is less of a man for it.”

“Sharon asked me to have this talk with you to make sure you’re okay. She hated that she didn’t ask you in advance, fearing you’d say no to her,” she stated, looking for my reaction.

I smiled and told her, “It’s fine Mom. I like Sharon and I’m glad she’s happy now. It was quite a workout last week though.”

“No details Sam. A mother doesn’t want to know those kinds of things,” she laughed, breaking the tension.

She pulled back and we went to change for another day of work in the garden. Aunt Rachel arrived mid-morning to help out. Several times Mom caught me staring at my aunt when she’d bend over and display her ample cleavage. My face reddened realizing I wasn’t that sneaky, but Mom only smirked and continued to work. We ate at home and Rachel left right after.

After our showers, we relaxed on the couch watching TV before retiring for the night. Mom draped her arm around me and stroked my upper arm again as she did in the morning. She moved my arm to do the same to her and we enjoyed the moment, massaging and bonding with each other. Her skin was smooth and soft. I could have remained there for the rest of the night. I gently squeezed her arm several times after she did it to me.

We were ready to call it a night when she looked over at me and said, “I really enjoyed the time we spent together during the weekend. It was fun working and playing together again. I’ve missed your company more than I thought I would when you were at school.”

I replied, “I always have fun when I get to work in the garden with you and Aunt Rachel. It’s going to be a bummer to have to start looking for another job tomorrow.” I secretly wondered if she had any more hot friends needing help.

As if she read my mind, Mom said, “Sharon told me some of her friends are really jealous of her now,” as her eyes locked with mine. “You know, there is a way you can spend more time with me this summer and still earn money.”

Observing my clueless look, she disclosed her plan. “Sharon says her friends would be willing to pay for the same service. It wouldn’t take long and you could spend more time here with me.”

Now it hit me. Mom wanted me to impregnate Sharon’s friends. Trying to hide my excitement, I responded, “Gee Mom, you want to pimp out your son? That doesn’t sound legal.”

Squeezing my arm harder, she replied. “Not pimping. It isn’t sex. You’d be inseminating desperate women. We would provide a service they need and they’re willing to pay well for it.”

“Umm, Mom. You do realize sex is part of it, don’t you? How about the legality of it? What if they want to come after me for child support or something?”

She explained the process in length. She assured me these women had no intention or desire to establish a relationship with me. They didn’t even want to see my face during the process. It wouldn’t be lovemaking, it would be a simple infusion of sperm. They required secrecy because they didn’t want to involve anyone else. Sharon had a loyal attorney draw up an agreement to protect both parties from further action. The women would be people we hadn’t met to further cement anonymity.

The plan was well thought out. I wonder how long Mom and Sharon had been working on the details. It was hard to contain my excitement over my new summer job prospect. I told her in as steady a voice as I could, “Sure Mom. I’ll help out. Giving me more time to help around here will be really nice.”

“Great Sam. I’m taking off work this week in order to spend more time together,” she informed me, returning to the smooth-stroking on my upper arm.

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My clothes for work on Monday consisted of a fitted white blouse, pale blue jacket, matching blue and white pleated skirt, black thigh highs and high heels. I received numerous compliments. If they only knew what I wasn’t wearing.

Kelly will be surprised if I give her the document showing I had made a decision on continuing our contract even before she had asked me to advance my decision. I mulled over my decision all day, since I the answer I would give her after work would be permanent, not a one-year extension. Ok, other than the time frame, it sounds contradictory to be mulling it over when I had made a decision. That’s just me. I imagine many a new bride thought about her decision up to the last minute when it got close to her wedding day. Regardless, when I wasn’t lecturing my mind was consumed by the idea of being permanently owned by Kelly.

The pain, embarrassment and humiliation she had permitted at the fair were severe, but, as we later discussed, that was a final test of my limits. She promised she would never do anything like that again. Beyond any doubt, I knew deep down that she would never cause lasting or permanent injury to my body. She brought out my masochist personality and showed me what it was like to be loved by a woman. Kelly loves me as much as I love her, and that love is real. There is no doubt in my mind about that. Many of you will say that two weeks is not enough time to fall in love. That’s bull. I really feel that I fell in love with her soon after I first saw her at Lisa’s i have felt more wanted in the past two weeks with Kelly than with anyone in my entire life, outside of my family.

I arrived home and, as usual, removed my clothes in the foyer. Ankle cuffs, wrist cuffs and collar were waiting for me on the table. Following the written instructions Kelly had provided, I locked the cuffs on and crawled to the den holding the buckle of the collar between my teeth. I sensed a deep admiration and truly felt her love as Kelly watched me approach, attain position, and present the collar. I waited patiently while she locked it around my neck. “Well, little one, since you are presenting yourself before me as my slave would, may I assume your decision is yes?”

“Mistress, whether my decision was ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ I would be here before you as your slave because my initial contract is not complete.”

“Since you have, again, succinctly stated the obvious, you force me to ask for your decision.”

“Mistress, I would like to reveal my decision in a manner other than verbally. To do so, may I have your permission to get a paper from my purse.”

“You intrigue me, pet. Yes, please get whatever you need.” I crawled to the foyer, removed a sheet of paper from my purse, returned, knelt, and handed it to her. It was a certificate showing that I had already registered online as her slave the previous Friday:

Slave Ownership and Registration Certificate

This is to certify that the registrant with number xxx-xxx-xxx, currently known as “Slave kimmy,” is registered in as an owned slave; and that the registrant’s owner is declared to be Mistress Kelly; and that the registrant has been owned by Mistress Kelly since the 4th day of May 2013.

The registration number xxx-xxx-xxx was issued on the 17 May 2013. This certificate was issued on 17 May 2013.

A barcode specific to this registration was printed at the bottom of the page.

“I hope Mistress is not displeased that her slave took the liberty of registering her ownership. I found this web site and just could not resist. As you can see, they even provide a bar code that can be tattooed onto a slave for future identification purposes. Your slave must also admit that she registered last Friday before you asked her for an early decision.”

Kelly’s answer was initially wordless. She dropped to her knees in front of me, took me into her arms and kissed me deeply. Finally, she pulled back and exclaimed, “No, kimmy, your Mistress is not displeased at all. In fact, she is overjoyed. She did not even know this web site existed and is proud that you took the initiative to register. Nevertheless, she should be pissed that you didn’t tell her about this when she asked you if you would make an early decision.”

“But, My Mistress, I started to tell you yesterday, but you stopped me and said, “No, I will not accept an answer tonight.”

“You are right, again, kimmy. Just remember rule number two.”

We laughed together because she was using those oft cited rules: Rule 1. Your Mistress is never wrong. Rule 2. When your Mistress is wrong, rule 1 applies.

“Damn, pet, I just don’t know what to do with you!”

“Is Mistress displeased with her slave because of something her slave did?”

“Displeased? Not at all! It’s just that you should be getting spanked for hiding this from me all weekend,” she remarked, waving my certificate in the air, but I just can’t because it was such a sweet thing to do for us.”

“But, Mistress, you must. I would feel my evening was incomplete Ankara escort if you neglected to spank me for not telling you sooner.” Kelly smiled, sat on the sofa, and patted her lap. I needed no additional invitation. I lay over her legs for quite a while as she slowly stroked my butt with her hand. I prepared supper with my cuffs connected by short chains and my ass properly covered with her handprints.

I sat beside Kelly at the table. She handed me a new contract, explaining once again that she felt that our current one was not sufficient for a permanent relationship. “One of the Venus Coterie members is a lawyer and had prepared an extensive contract to be used by members. We decided to call it a compact, rather than a contract. The terms are basically synonymous, but we just like the name compact more.” She explained. “As our membership grew, we knew we wanted to insure submissive members were protected from any harm even though we vet every member. We spent most of our time during the meal discussing many of the terms of the compact.

One major clause that jumped out at me was one that said I had to put all of my assets into a revocable living trust. I felt this was unnecessary, but Kelly insisted. She said that one never knows what may happen. “We don’t like to think about it, but accidents happen every day, especially on the highway. I relented. She asked who I wanted to have listed as beneficiaries. I felt it should be her with my nieces and nephews as contingent beneficiaries. She refused, saying she was financially secure and did not need anything. In addition, the control I was giving her over my life, could cause a court challenge of the trust. I finally agreed to only designate my nephews and nieces.

We had quite a discussion when she informed me that she was also creating a trust and that I would be the sole beneficiary. I lost that argument.

As it was written, I would agree to contribute to half our living expenses (the categories of expenses were specifically defined) and was responsible for my own personal expenses. “Mistress,” I said, “I agree that I should share in the household expenses, but this doesn’t say anything about you controlling my finances as you have for the past two weeks.”

“I don’t think that is really necessary, pet. I now know you are a very responsible person when it comes to money.”

“Mistress, please! Don’t laugh at me but having to ask you for permission to buy something just emphasizes my position as your slave. I shouldn’t have unlimited access to my money. After much negotiation, she finally agreed to hold all my credit and debit cards, except for one that I would carry in case of emergency (The one that immediately sent a text message when it was used. Her phone would be used for the text.) I had to agree to an increase in my “allowance,” and didn’t have to account to her when I bought something with it.” She still held my checkbook, but still refused to be a signatory on it, or any other account, and would insure that all my bills were paid on time.

As before, there was a provision that either of us could break the compact, but we had to confirm our desires before a committee of five other members (Three dominas and two submissives) to insure our differences were irreconcilable rather than we were, in the moment, simply pissed at one another

We made a few other minor changes. She then said she would make the changes and reprint the compact on Tuesday. She then gave me the name of a female lawyer. “She is not a member of our society, but is familiar with the lifestyle, so she will give you an independent opinion of the terms. I want you to make an appointment with her to review the compact. She can answer questions have. Also, she will be able to prepare the trust for you. I am sure you don’t think necessary, but it is important to me and the other members that you take this additional step before we sign it.”

Kelly explained that the special ceremony that she wanted to schedule at the annual picnic on Saturday was a formal “collaring” ceremony. “Many BDSM and power exchange groups have their own collaring ceremony. The Venus Coterie created one for the use of their members. We will be confirming our agreement in front of all of the members. Even though she wouldn’t give me any additional information, I, wanted to do it for her. I would, of course, float through the rest of the workweek wondering what the ceremony would be like. I asked Kelly, twice, but she would not reveal a single tidbit of information saying she wanted it to be a surprise. I even asked Sam, to no avail.

The rest of the evening was spent snuggling on the sofa while watching a new video.

Kelly removed my cuffs when we went to bed leaving her collar and my ID tag as the only reminder of her ownership. We were so happy, we made love until the wee hours of the morning. Exhausted, she finally chained my collar to the bed. This redundant addition still felt good when she said, “I am never going to let you go, my pet. You are mine, forever.” I’ll have Ankara escort bayan to decide where I am going to tattoo that barcode, though. I simply smiled. We soon fell asleep in one another’s arms.

Tuesday morning Kelly added a new ritual for our morning routine and as part of my slave training. After our showers and assisting Kelly in dressing for the day, I, remaining naked, served Kelly a cup of tea in the den, where she would remain, reading the paper while I prepared our breakfast. (I was required to go outside to get the paper. Thankfully, she permitted me to wear a satin robe, although it was so short it barely covered my ass.) She then joined me at the table while we ate. Yes, the robe hung in the closet again. Only after I cleaned the kitchen and washed the dishes, I would dress for work. On weekends I would remain naked or partly naked on the weekends. Kelly was beginning to enjoy having me wear nothing but a short skirt around the house. I liked it, too.

I was a little surprised when, after I poured her tea, Kelly advised me that she would be having scrambled eggs and hash-browns for breakfast, but I would only be eating chocolate-covered Cocoa Puffs. This was the first time she had me prepare something different for myself.

I should preface the next part with a description of the new breakfast table that was delivered the previous day. It was a rectangular, glass-top table that could seat six people, two on each side and one at each end, if desired, but only four chairs came with it. The glass was sturdy enough that it was only held up by four legs at the corners. When I arrived home from work and saw it, I remarked that I was surprised that she replaced the old table because was in good condition. “Oh, this is something I’ve thought about for quite a long time, pet. It will fulfill a fantasy.”

I finished preparing breakfast, placed her plate and my bowl on the table and sat down. I wasn’t permitted to begin eating until she was ready. She laid the paper down and looked at me with that grin that told me something was up. “Pet, we are going to change the way we enjoy our breakfast today. If I like the change, and I have no reason to believe I won’t, it will often be a part of our dining routine at home. The change is you will not be eating at the table with me.”

A disappointed look immediately spread across my face. “kimmy, I recommend you never play poker. It is impossible for you to hide your feelings. Listen to what I have to say before you judge. As I indicated, it will not be a daily routine, (well, some of it could be) but I am sure I will include it in our meals several times a week, primarily at breakfast, and am sure you will also enjoy it, once you realize how much you will be pleasing your Mistress.”

“There are several parts to this, and I will instruct you in each part separately. First, when I permit you to eat at the table with me, you will always be naked from the waist down, at a minimum, and keep your legs spread so I can always see my cunt. That won’t be much of a problem, though, since you are usually naked when home. However, if you aren’t, you will always insure I can see my cunt without receiving specific instructions from me.”

“Ah, the reason for the glass top,” I thought, then replied, “I understand, Mistress,” and immediately spread my legs wide.

“This morning, however, I want you to place your bowl on the floor under the table and eat there while on your hands and knees. You will do this at breakfast any time I say that you will be eating cereal. For other meals I will simply state that you will not be dining at the table. Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am, I do.”

“Oh, and these rules apply even if we have guests eating with us.”

I gulped, knowing this was another form of humiliation. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Well?” She stared at me waiting a moment before I realized that was an order to act. I picked up my bowl and spoon and knelt on the floor preparing to crawl under the table when she asked, “kimmy, what did I tell you to do?”

“You said I should eat my cereal under the table, ma’am,” I replied somewhat confused.

“No, pet, I specifically said to place your bowl on the floor under the table and eat there while on your hands and knees. I never said anything about a spoon.”

Rebuked once again, I wondered if I would ever learn to listen close enough that I wouldn’t miss things like that.

Even though I had eaten while on the floor before, I was embarrassed doing it under the table, knowing she was watching me through the table top. When I finished lapping the remaining milk from the bowl (I’d have to remember not to pour so much in the next time), she ordered me to relax in place. The table was just high enough that I could sit back on my heels, legs spread, hands on my legs, and watch my Mistress finish her breakfast. I didn’t need to be told that I should be facing her. I was aroused by the simple fact that she could see me like this while she was eating her meal. We exchanged loving smiles Escort Ankara each time she looked down.

Finally, she pushed her empty plates to the side. “Ok, slut, while it is not customary to have desert after breakfast, you may now enjoy some. Considering my position and watching her spread her legs, it didn’t take a nuclear scientist to understand what my desert was to be. I carefully pushed her skirt up her legs while she lifted her hips and slid forward in the chair to make it easy for me to grasp her panties and pull them off.

I had performed this wonderful act of adoration and love many times under the table after a meal, but this was the first time she would be able to watch me. That knowledge added to my own excitement. My lips and tongue moved over her nether lips kissing and prodding in ways that I had learned would give her the greatest pleasure. She soon exploded in orgasm and pressed her sex into my face where I remained until she came back to earth. I, too, was in heaven knowing that I was the one who gave her that pleasure.

When she stood up, I was permitted to crawl from beneath the table and knelt with my fingers entwined behind me. She grasped my chin, bid me to rise then hugged and kissed me.

“That was wonderful, pet. I may make that a daily ritual after all.”

“Your wish is my desire, and pleasure, Mistress.” However, I was not permitted any relief.

My week at work was extremely busy. Kelly continued to select my clothes. Each day I wore a fitted white blouse, surprisingly with a bra, a skirt, thigh highs (or a g-belt and nylons) and heels. Other than the style and color of the skirt, only what I wore under it changed. On Tuesday I wore a thong. She called me just before lunch and ordered me to remove the garment (while sitting at my desk and still talking to her) and put it in a desk drawer. I carried it home in my purse.

Before we ended the call, I said, “Mistress, this morning I realized that I haven’t called my sister Kassandra for nearly 3 weeks. May I have your permission to call her?”

“I remember you said that you try to call her every couple weeks, pet. You do need to keep in touch with your family. You do not need my permission to call her. What about your brother?”

“Oh, I only contact him about every six months. But, Mistress, I do need your permission this time because I…ah…want to tell her about us.”

“Us, as in being lesbian lovers or Mistress/slave. You said you thought they might be shocked if they saw you submit to me.”

“Well, I do not plan to tell my brother, and yes, my sister might be shocked about either revelation. She is my big sister, after all, and has been very protective of me since our parents died. I think she needs to know what is happening in my life, especially since we are making our relationship permanent.”

“You have my permission to reveal anything you want to her, little one.”

I rushed to the cafeteria and brought a take-out salad back to my office. I didn’t know how much time I would need to talk to Kassandra and was pleased I didn’t have anything scheduled after lunch.

My hands were shaking when I tapped Kassandra’s name on my phone. It started to ring: 1..2..3..4. I was beginning to think all the wailing and gnashing of teeth was for naught when she answered.

“Well, hello, there, little sister. I was beginning to get worried, thinking you had dropped off the ends of the earth.”

“Hi Kassie. It has only been two weeks since we talked. I guess you could say I’ve been a little tied up.” If she only knew.

“No, sister. It’s been over three weeks. But that’s OK, you’re here now. I guess Jeff’s been keeping you busy.”

“Um… That’s some of the news I wanted to tell you. I broke it off with him last month on his birthday.”

“On his birthday? That’s a tough one. What happened?” I gave her the details of how I wanted to surprise him then finding out he was cheating on me.”

“To be honest, Kim, I never did like him. I always thought you deserved better. Truthfully, I don’t recall liking any of the guys you dated. Maybe it was my maternal instincts, but you never really seemed to be happy with any of them. So, you’re back on the market again.”

“Not really, but I’ll get to that in a minute. I got a new job and have moved.”

“What???” I explained how I became Hunter’s CIO.

“That is fantastic. You deserve the best. Now, spill it. Why aren’t you still on the market? You can’t tell me you have found a new boyfriend already. You need to date around for a while after the way Jeff cheated on you, kiddo. Don’t fall for the first dick that comes along and wants to screw you.”

“Kassie!!”

“I’m serious, Kim. Go out with a few guys before you try to settle down again.”

“Time to bite the bullet,” I thought. “You were crude, I’ll through it right back at you.”

“I didn’t fall for the first dick that came along, sister. It was the first pussy.”

“OH, MY, GADW, Kimberly Ann. Are you saying what I think you are saying?”

“Well, Kassandra Marie, if you think I am saying that I am dating a woman, then you are hearing me correctly. And, furthermore, my dear sister, after only two weeks I can say that I am in love, and I am sure she loves me.”

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-I apologize that this one has been so long coming. I had most of it written a week or two after the last chapter but got writer’s block going into the date. I have had this finished for a few months, but life got in the way of editing this one. Thank you to all my readers and their patience. I hope to be wrapping this one up in another chapter or two.-

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Without any groceries in the house, Oscar made the wise choice to go to Mel’s Diner the next morning. It was his favorite place to eat and a staple of everyone in town. Mel’s was family-owned for two generations, and someday soon, it would probably be three. Melvin Clark Jr. had taken over from Melvin Sr. who ran the place when Oscar was a kid. Oscars ties to Mel’s went back is rookie days as a patrolman. His first patrol included this area, so he usually started and stopped his shift here with a cup of coffee. In fact, that was how he met his late wife Wanda, she waited tables here and worked the morning shift.

As soon as Oscar walked through the door, Hanna, Mel’s oldest daughter, who was hostess, shouted out back to her father.

“Dad,” she hollered behind her with a massive grin beaming at Oscar. “We got an escaped jailbird here! Better call the cops!”

“Haha,” Oscar barked at her as he hung his coat on the hooks in the entranceway. “I was let out on good behavior.”

“Oh, we know,” Hanna said. “Dad and I saw that weird press conference. The rumor was that you got a beating in there from an orderly.”

“No beat down for me. Just good beating on an orderly that didn’t understand the meaning of the word “No.”

Hanna was Melvin’s oldest daughter of his four. At forty, she definitely looked it and never tried to hide it. She was the spitting image of her mother with blond hair dark rim glasses. They both had pointy noses with dark brown eyes. In all honesty, Hanna was not a looker but had all her father’s ambitions. She planned to take over for her dad when he retired. Oscar knew from prior talks with Melvin, he was ok with that but not the idea of retirement.

The diner was still empty on a Sunday because it was still way before the local churches let out. Oscar knew the routine well. If he got here before seven, he could always get his favorite booth in the back. Old cop habits died hard, and training always taught him to put his back against a wall with a clear sight of all the exits.

Oscar didn’t wait for Hanna to seat him. He just walked down to the booth at the far end and sat down. A few minutes later, Hanna dropped a cup of coffee in front of him just the way he liked it.

“You in a rush to order, or can you wait a bit for Rene to come in?” she asked, watching as a few new patrons walked in.

“No rush at all, hun,” Oscar replied. “I could use the paper if you got one. Don’t hurry, though.”

“I’ll have dad bring it out, he has a present for you,” she told him and then walked up to take care of the new customers. “Glad to have you back.”

Mel’s Diner was you’re traditional all chrome fifties-style diner. They were famous for the best hash browns in the county, and as per usual, Oscar would likely place two orders. The hash browns were just as good the next morning if he heated them in the microwave. That was no easy feat.

Oscar sipped at his coffee and watch the few cars out on the road this early. The Diner was right at the edge of town, making it a commonplace for everyone in the whole area.

“Oscar,” said a big heavyset man with Santa Claus style beard. “Good to have you back, man.”

Melvin, the owner, took a seat opposite Oscar and slid him the newspaper. It wasn’t just the newspaper though, underneath the paper he carried was something framed.

Oscar lifted the paper and laughed at the sight. Melvin had cutout last week’s news headline about Oscar saving a nurse. It was framed for Oscar and everything. Melvin pointed at a hook on the wall behind Oscar.

“Figured you might want to hang that up over your booth,” Melvin joked.

“Thanks, but I didn’t do anything,” Oscar said, holding his hands up.

“Yeah, yeah,” Melvin said mockingly. “Just like back in ninety-five when you were off duty, and that guy came in with a knife to rob me. I swore that kid shit bricks when you pulled your gun.”

“Right place, right time Mel,” Oscar said modestly. “Doesn’t always work that way.”

“True, but I thought my old friend deserved a bit of recognition.”

“Well then, I thank you,” Oscar said, extending his hand to the big man.

They shook hands, and Mel replied, “Your welcome, and I am sorry I missed your welcome home party yesterday. Nat swung by to invite us, but I couldn’t leave the diner.”

“No biggie,” Oscar said, placing the frame on the wall. “How long have we known each other? I know the drill, my friend. The only time I see you is here or if your wife invites me to dinner.”

“I am a workaholic. You know that. You’re going to have to tell me later about how they treat the patients up at Winterbrook. I have heard some horror stories.”

“I will. For now, let’s just say it isn’t so bad except Ankara bayan escort for the strictness. Us, old fogies are hard to break from bad habits.”

Mel tapped Oscar on the shoulder, “They took your cigars away, didn’t they?”

“You know it,” Oscar remarked, smirking.

The bell on the main door rang as more people began coming in. It Looked like it was going to be a busy Sunday at Mel’s.

“I think that is my cue,” Mel said, getting up from the table. “Rene should be here any minute.”

“Did someone say my name?” echoed from a tiny voice in the kitchen.

“Nevermind,” remarked Mel as he shuffled off to the kitchen. He waved goodbye to Oscar and shook his head as he walked away.

“I heard my favorite customer is here!” chirped a tiny blonde girl as she tied her apron over her jeans and t-shirt. Then walked over to Oscar’s booth, almost skipping with bubbliness.

Renee was the youngest daughter of Mel’s, and let’s just say, she was very much a surprise to the family when she was born. At four foot eight, she was a bubbly bundle of energy that never stopped. She looked nothing like any of her older sisters except her blonde hair. No pointy nose, not tall and lanky. Mel used to joke that she was the mailman’s kid, but there was no way she wasn’t his. Her eyes were the spitting image of Melvin Jr.’s baby blues. Natalie had babysat her most of her life, so Oscar was like her uncle. The girl wasn’t more than twenty and going to college for psychology. She only worked for her dad on the weekends.

“Hey, Tiny,” Oscar said to her.

“Hey, grumpy pants,” she quipped back. “The usual?”

“You know it.”

“DAD! OSCAR WANT HIS USUAL!” she screamed to the kitchen.

“Rene! No screaming!” jabbed Hanna from the front area, shaking her head in embarrassment.

The petite girl rolled her eyes and looked back at Oscar. She snickered at Hanna and pointed her finger.

“Some people, am I right?” she joked with Oscar.

“How’s school?” Oscar asked, trying to change the subject. He did on want to get in the middle a sister squabble. Those never ended well.

“Meh,” she said, leaning in closer to Oscar. “Why don’t you tell me about the big house?” she whispered to him.

“I was not in the big house,” Oscar stated dryly. “Just a mental health facility.”

“Stage any prison breaks, or get electroshock, or or…”

“No, ” Oscar said, interrupting her. “Nothing like that. It was pretty boring until I took out that orderly.”

“Didja karate chop him like in the movies?” Rene teased make a swinging gesture with her arms.

“No, just tripped him with my cane,” he told her. “It was pretty unremarkable. He was just a dumbass.”

“Did it make ya miss being a cop?” she asked, being more serious.

“Nah.”

Hanna walked up to them with a pissed look on her face. Her hands were crossed, and her eyes were daggers. The diner behind looked like it was filling up quickly even for a Sunday.

“Leave poor Oscar alone, shrimp,” Hanna said. “I got you four more booths while you were over here bull shiting. So get to work.”

“Sure thing dear wonderful great much much much older sister of mine,” Rene replied with a salute. “Bet they don’t tip nearly as good as you,” she said to Oscar while fluttering eyes mocking innocence at him and then vanished.

“Seriously, Oscar,” Hanna said, smiling. “I don’t know why you encourage her.”

“She reminds me of what it was like to be young again. Also, I wish I could bottle her energy and sell it,” Oscar joked.

“Don’t we all,” Hanna said, going back to the front. “Dad says food will be a few more minutes.”

Oscar nodded and went back to his paper. The coffee here was sludge, but Mel kept the fancy stuff outback for himself. It was also the stuff he gave Oscar too. Over thirty years of friendship had to mean something.

Mel and Oscar went way back. Mel was only just shy of retirement, making him a bit younger than Oscar. Mel’s wife Joan and Wanda had been longtime friends going back to elementary school. Besides Oscar being here in on patrol, Wanda worked the register and helped hostess when the busy seasons came in. Renee had been born just after Wanda had passed, which was heartbreaking. Natalie and Tom were teenagers then so Natalie took a shine to the new baby. In her grieving, she helped Joan out with the baby in hopes it would brighten everyone’s sadness. That was why Renee and Oscar were so close. Renee spent many a day at Oscar’s house over the years while Joan helped her husband with the diner.

The newspaper didn’t inform Oscar of anything even close to new. Even after months away, nothing had changed in the headlines. Politicians were still fighting like children, and the economy was on edge to hit the shitter. Oscar sipped his coffee, not reading as he flipped pages in search of the crossword puzzle.

“Ehem!” coughed a familiar voice. “You look lonely in this booth. Mind if we join you?”

Oscar lowered the paper to see Daphne and her son standing there. He fought back his urge to scoop her up right there and kiss her. Escort bayan Ankara This was a pleasant surprise. She wore a pair of dark blue denim jean cut-offs and a light gray tank top. Not as sexy as her dress from the previous day, but she still filled it out nicely.

“If I didn’t know any better, my dear, I would say I have a stalker,” Oscar kidded her.

“Of course you do,” Daphne replied, winking at him.

All the while, Peter stood there, confused by their exchange. Oscar put down the paper and gestured to the seat in front of him. Daphne slid into the booth first, and Peter slid in after her.

“So Peter, this is Oscar. And Oscar, this is Peter.” Daphne said, picking up a menu. “Oscar is the man who saved me last week.”

Oscar shook Peters, and they exchanged pleasantries. Peter was a decent looking kid but seemed a bit awkward socially. Oscar could relate, his nephew had been much the same way. It took time, but Oscar did his best to get Tom out of his shell.

“Thank you,” Peter told Oscar.

“For what?” Oscar asked a bit confused.

“For saving Mum,” Peter stated. “I wish I could have been there to help.”

Oscar just nodded in acceptance of Peter’s comment. The boy was protective of his mom, and Oscar was charmed by it. His nephew and niece had been much the same to him as they grew up.

“So, what brings you two out so early on a Sunday?” Oscar asked, sipping at his coffee.

“Peter here needs to buy his first car,” Daphne said, putting down the menu.

“Mooommm,” Peter chimed with embarrassment.

“How old are you, Pete?” Oscar asked.

“Eighteen next month. Going to be a senior this year,” Peter told Oscar.

“Good to own a car at your age,” Oscar told him.

“Yeah, most of my friends have had their cars for a year now.” He said bashfully.

“Ehhh,” Oscar remarked. “Don’t let that bother you. My nephew didn’t learn to drive until late in college. He got his first in his late twenties. Better freedom when you have one, he couldn’t believe it.”

Peter smiled at Oscar’s comment, and his mom interrupted. “That what I have been telling him. It would also be nice not to have to chauffeur him around town or let him take my car.”

“Yeah, but you put too much pressure on me,” Peter quipped.

As Daphne went to speak, they were all pleasantly interrupted. “Oh, we have guests today, Oscar! Should I be jealous?” Remarked Renee as she appeared with Oscar’s food.

“Nah, just some new friends,” Oscar said, smiling.

“Hey Peter,” Renee said, looking down at the young man. “Didn’t know you were friends with the old man over here.”

“Hey Renee,” Peter said back, turning red. “He is a friend of moms. We just got introduced.”

“Hey, Daph,” Renee said. “Coffee?”

“Sure. Two cream and one sugar,” Daphne replied.

“Tea for me,” Peter managed to get out.

“Be back in just a sec,” Renee said and disappeared in a flash.

“Ahhh,” Oscar said. “So you know Renee.”

“Yeah,” Peter said. “I tutored her in calculus the last year before she graduated. How do you know her?”

“I have been coming here since before she was born. Her mom was best friends with my late wife. I am her Godfather.” Oscar said, then pointed at his food. “Mind if I eat? Don’t want to be rude, but it is getting cold.”

Both replied, “no,” and the three sat there chatting and eventually all eating. Peter, who seemed a shy kid at first, opened up for Oscar right away. Oscar assumed it was because the kid had a massive crush on Renee. Knowing Oscar knew her and her whole family made the kid pretty chatty. Oscar was good and didn’t point out the crush, but it was pretty obvious. Peter blushed every time Renee looked at him. It was pretty adorable as far as puppy love goes, Oscar thought.

Just as they were wrapping up their meal, Peter excused himself to the bathroom. This left Daphne and Oscar alone. Oscar’s heart skipped a few beats in excitement to be alone with her. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

“So I can’t wait for tomorrow,” she said as soon as Peter was out of earshot.

“Me too,” Oscar said. “I was thrilled to run into you today.”

“Well, I did hear from someone. This was your favorite hangout,” Daphne told Oscar with a wink. “Also, in case you couldn’t tell Peter has a thing for Renee. You should have seen his face when I said where we were going for breakfast. She came to our house about a dozen times last year for tutoring, and I didn’t know the boy knew what cologne was before her first visit.”

“I see him and his mother have a few things in common,” Oscar said with a smirk.

“Such as?”

“You have a thing for older men, and he apparently has a thing older women.”

“Oh, stop,” Daphne said with a small snot. “Renee is not that much older than him.”

“No, but I know a few old ladies that might love to get their hands on him,” Oscar joked.

“Not funny, Oscar,” Daphne said with less humor in her voice.

“Ok, ok. I am sorry,” Oscar said earnestly then quickly change the subject. “Tomorrow, did you have any particular Bayan escort Ankara place you wanted to eat or go? I haven’t taken a woman out on a date in over a decade, and I want to make sure of my success. Especially with one as lovely as yourself.”

“To be honest, Oscar,” she said frankly. “We could order pizza and stay in your bed for all I care.”

“Ooooh tempting,” Oscar said. “But I would like to show off someone as beautiful as you on my arm. If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Daphne said, turning slightly red.

“Nothing fancy,” Oscar told her. “You can get away with casual attire but not too casual.”

“I have just the outfit. What time did you plan?”

“Three ish if that is not a problem?” he said as the plans for their date began forming in his head.

“No problem. Peter has been gone a while,” Daphne remarked, looking around.

“He is not gone,” Oscar remarked, nodding his head at the counter. Peter was there chatting with Renee, and she was giggling at something he said.

“Wow,” Daphne said. “I am shocked he worked up the courage to talk to her.”

“Me too,” Oscar said. “Seems like a good kid.”

“He is,” Daphne stated. “Though not usually this much of an extrovert. I usually have to nag him to talk to people.”

“Pretty girls make the world go around,” Oscar said, holding Daphne’s hand.

“I am beginning to see that,” she told him, squeezing his hand.

Both of them let go of each other’s hands as they realized Peter was returning. The boy was grinning like a pig in shit. Oscar assumed his little chat with Renee had gone well. Or at least well enough that he felt good about himself.

When Peter returned to the table, his mother excused herself to the ladies’ room. She left, stating, “If Peter was to drive her around all afternoon looking at cars. It was a good idea to make sure she didn’t piss herself scared of his driving.” Peter looked annoyed at this, but Daphne kissed him on the head and told him she was only teasing.

This left the two guys alone at the table. Oscar took a sip of his coffee, trying to think about what to say or ask Peter. Before he could, Peter broke the silence with a statement.

“So Mom seems pretty fond of you,” he said to Oscar.

Oscar just nodded in agreement.

“You seem pretty fond of her,” he said again.

“I am,” Oscar said, knowing the boy looked like he was about to make a point.

“I approve,” he said, extending his hand again to Oscar. They shook, and Oscar fought the urge to laugh.

Peter leaned in and whispered to Oscar so that no one could hear them.

“You hurt her, and I will break your legs,” he said with a big smile.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Oscar said, now belly laughing. “I like you, kid. You got balls.”

“When it comes to protecting Mom, I do,” He told Oscar. “She has dated some pretty big losers since Dad died. I feel like it is my job to protect her.”

“Goodman,” Oscar told him. “I wouldn’t dream of hurting her. She is a wonderful woman.”

Peter nodded.

“So Oscar, that was a pretty nice car you dropped her off in last night. What was that?”

And with that, the two guys bonded. Peter didn’t have a fixation on cars, but everyone seems to admire classic muscle cars. Oscar told him about the car and how long he had it. Daphne seemed pretty surprised when she came back. They were both laughing about some wacky tale Oscar was telling about him letting his nephew Tom taking the car out for a date. Oscar had arranged for an officer, who was a friend of his, to pull him over right after Tom had picked up his date. It was a mean joke, but Tom kept his composure with the officer. Tom and Oscar laughed about it now, but back then, Tom was so pissed.

Shortly after Daphne came back, everyone went their separate ways. Oscar, feeling the need to always be a gentleman, picked up the bill despite Daphne getting upset over the idea. What she didn’t know was that Oscar ate at Mel’s for almost free. All he did was pay for Daphne and Peter’s meals and leave Renee a considerable tip.

On the way out the door, Renee grabbed him and pulled him aside where no one could hear. They were standing in the small foyer at the entrance.

“Hey Oscar,” she said. “Don’t mess this up.”

“What hon?” he asked, confused by what she said.

“You heard me, you dirty old man,” she said with a smirk. “I saw how you and Peter’s mom were looking at each other. Don’t mess it up. She has the hots for you.”

Oscar blushed for the first time in what felt like years as Renee kissed him on the cheek. She then bounced back into the restaurant. Oscar was left deep in thought as he went back to the car. It had been so long since he had been delighted that all these feelings left him feeling like he could walk on air.

The rest of the day, Oscar made his plans for his date with Daphne. He picked up groceries, ran to the pharmacy for his meds (including the new blue pills he got the Dr to call in), and called in a few favors.

For the date, Oscar didn’t get super dressed up. He went with semi-dressed up, wearing a lightweight blue polo and pair of khakis shorts. Summer was ending, but the heat was still pretty high. He also wore sandals, but they were the hiking kind. Oscar loved the air on his feet, but the sneaker-like feel of them.

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Taking off from Cape Town International Airport was always a slightly liberating feeling. Whatever the destination, a day or two, perhaps a week away from the family lay ahead. But this time it was different.

You were flying off to investigate a story in Northern Kenya, and had booked a secluded beach cottage, an old colonial retreat complete with huge fire place and leather couches in Watamu. By sheer coincidence, she had been booked to deliver a paper at a conference being held in Malindi, just a handful of kilometres north of Watamu, and was flying in from London, where she had been living for the past ten years.

The two of you joked about it, saying it was Kismet, fate, and agreed to get together. she had a hire car. You had been best friends for ever, but underneath it was always a frisson of risk, a frisson of lust, a frisson of “what if”? This week there was a chance the “what if” could be answered.

You had arranged to meet at your cottage on the first night you were both there together. You knew deep down that something would happen, even if it was just a touch, a glance, a slight caress, a brush of the lips. Because this was a love affair that had been building for many years, and somewhere, something had to happen.

She arrived, her eyes sparkling with mischief and love and you embraced, kissed briefly and hugged again, and then again, and in the confusion and the warmth she said “hey man, you look absolutely beautiful” and you said “and look at you, girl, you look gorgeous.” And she did, gloriously feminine and womanly in a soft flowing, almost Mexican floral top and even softer jade green skirt, her wonderfully pert breasts unfettered and shifting beautifully beneath the soft fabric.

Both of you began talking together, then stopped, then you moved slowly together and hugged and held each other and gently kissed. A small kiss, a “hello I love you and miss you ” kiss. A warm fuzzy hullo kiss.

“Let’s sit on the stoep and drink our wine,” you said, and you wandered out, hand in hand, settling on the plump cushions on the cane couch, the boom of the surf on the outer reefs singing to you, the sweet scent of the night jasmine a heady perfume.

The night was gorgeous, one of those hot, windless, breathless Kenyan nights, 25 degrees hot late at night. You sat together, touching in little gestures, brushing against each other in deliberately accidental moments. she took your hands in hers, stroking them, and then, in an erotically charged moment, lifted one hand to her mouth and sucked a finger. It felt as though an electric charge had run down your body. You were both content to sit there in the warm, sensual breeze, snuggling and muzzling each other, exchanging little kisses, whispering small nonsenses to each other.

Then you headed into the night, looking for a friendly pub where you wouldn’t be hassled. You drove to Malindi, where you found a club with deep leather couches in dark corners where couples, many of them women, were cuddling in the deep shadows.

Like two giggly school girls, you settled into the couch, and called the waitress across. “A bottle of sauvignon blanc” you ordered, then cuddled up together, whispering, even though the music was blasting out.

“Hmmm, this is so nice,” you whispered as your lips grazed her neck and her ear, and she took both your hands in hers, stroking, softly stroking. “Hmm,” she said, “yes.” Both of you were content to say nothing more, and just to sit like that, apart, but together, just the odd vagrant stroke, a breath against a cheek, a little nibble on the neck, just feeling the tension build.

Then the DJ cranked up the music into a sensual Latino salsa and turned down the lights, making your little corner virtually invisible.

“Shall we dance?” you asked, trying to find her in the semi-dark. Instead you found her lips, and she slowly kissed you, leaning over you, her soft silkiness opening like a flower, her tongue darting in little small strokes across your lips, her breath coming in small gasps.

Slowly you stroked her, across her hard stomach, across her hips, ruffling through her hair, stroking an ear lobe, her neck, caressing her face, then slowly cupping her breast, loose and unfettered under her soft silky shirt, her nipple hard and hot. Her hands were roving over your hips, your thighs, and then up to your breasts and “shit”, she said, “you’re wearing a bra. Go take it off.” And she giggled, saying “I can’t believe I said that.”

And you said “YOU take it off. Shit, I can’t believe I said that,” and you both collapsed giggling again. she turned to you and hooked her hands up behind your back and unhooked your bra, her breath hot and sweet on your face, then gently kissed you as her hands came around and cupped your freed breasts, one after the other, rolling first one then the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Go take it off,” she said.

You got unsteadily to your feet, and said “don’t go away.” In a hazy Ankara escort blur you walked down to the Ladies, your thighs burning, your cunt beginning to get very wet. You sat down on the toilet seat in the cubicle, trying to get your thoughts together: your silky boy pants were wet, your nipples were exquisitely sensitive to every motion as you took your bra off and stuffed it into your handbag. Your mind was swirling, whirling, wondering where the night was going.

You wandered back, taking in the sights, the couples snogging in the corners, some of them into heavy petting, and realised that anything went in this club. Sliding into your seat, your breast shifted against the silky top and your nipples hardened, sending even more heat down to your cunt.

As you snuggled up together, she whispered in your ear “I soooo want to kiss you slowly, and to rub my hands all over you, but I’m afraid of being too public.” You responded by pulling her head down and pulling her lips on to yours, and slowly, slowly kissing her, your tongue slipping between her lips, playing with her tongue, and you pulled back and whispered “nobody can see us here.”

“Hmmm I want to make love with you, long and slow,” she said, “but let’s start here” as she slid her hand up your thigh, and began to caress your hip. You kissed her, tongues shyly darting together, savouring her lips, nipping little small kisses on her mouth, her cheeks, her ears, her neck. You lifted your hips, trying to free your thighs so she could get her hands down on to you, and she slipped her hand down between your legs, stroking you through the stretchy silky fabric of your boy pants.

“Not so fast, let’s enjoy the night, and take it real slow,” you said, turning her, so that her back was against you, and you had free access to her front. “I want to stroke you slowly.”

She shifted in the seat so that you could move back and open your legs, then she lay back between your open thighs, arching her neck back so that you could nibble her and kiss her, your hands sliding up to cup her gorgeous breasts, stroking the firm undersides then slipping up to gently encircle her firm nipples, as her hand slid down and she lifted her hips so that you could stroke your thigh.

The lights were low and the table hid you from view as you slipped both your hands into the waist band of her skirt and slipped them down over her panties. she was wearing a thong, and you immediately encountered her slippery wetness, and she moaned, and whispered “fuck, I am so turned on, I want to come with you.” You slipped the index finger of your right hand down even lower, and lifted the wet, silky fabric of her panties, and slid your finger over her wet wet dripping wet clit and over the sopping wetness of her cunt.

It was like stroking silk, soft, wet silk, and you could feel yourself getting just as wet as she pushed back hard against your open legs, trying to make the angle better so you could slip your fingers inside her. she shifted, and you slipped first one, then two fingers just inside her cunt, and you brought your other hand down and began to slowly rub her clitoris in small, gentle circular movements. Her back was arched against you and she sought your mouth out, kissing you in huge hungry kisses, her tongue probing deep, her generous arse pressing into your equally wet cunt.

You slipped your fingers even deeper inside her, but just then the lights went up and the music got louder and the two of you looked at each other and said “shit let’s get out of here!” she gently took your hand and brought it up to both of your lips and you both breathed in deeply, smelling the rich, warm saltiness of her cunt juices, and you began giggling again, it was a giggly kind of night.

You stood up, a little bit shakily, and as you were walking out, one of the guests you had been checking out and discussing earlier, a drop dead gorgeous elphin dark haired Italian beauty with the most beautifully perky breasts came across and said “I can see the two of you are new to this, but if you want to join us, in half an hour, come to number 22 Biashara Road, I’ll be there with some friends.”

She skipped away. “What was that,” she said, “I don’t know,” you replied, “but there’s no harm in checking it out.” You went for coffee for the next half an hour, then hesitantly knocked on the door of 22 Biashara Road.

The elphin beauty answered the door. “Come,” she said, “be at home.” As you walked in, the haunting sound of a slow Salsa song rang out, and you turned to each other and began to dance. There were other women in the space, dancing, and seducing, and loving as they moved to the music. There were no men, this was a men free space.

You took her hands, and began to dance. Slowly, seductively, you were now both wearing silky soft shirts with no bras, your nipples brushed together, and your dance became more urgent as you consciously sought out ways to make your nipples meet, and then linger, and linger, slowly caress, Ankara escort bayan slowly rub together, slowly slowly slowly. You pulled her head down and began to kiss, a slow dance of the tongues as you brought your hips together in a warm embrace.

You worked your hands around so they were one on either side of her arse and pulled her towards you, grinding your pelvises together, feeling her heat.

“What is this place?” you asked, in a moment of separation. “I don’t know, but I like it,” she said, “we’ll have to come back tomorrow night, after we’ve made love tonight”. All around you were women, in couples, dancing slowly together, kissing, fondling, making slow love. The elphin woman came up to you and said “this is Sapphos, the Malindi house of Sapphic Erotica, no men allowed, only women, enjoy, and the rules are that there are no rules.”

“No rules?” you asked. “Surely there must be some boundaries?” she replied “The only boundary is the word No. If you say no, then it means no. There are no men here, and we enforce the No word very firmly.”

You pulled your girl into the corner onto the deep couch and said “I’m not sure this place is for me, what do you think?” “Hey, let’s spend 20 minutes here, check it out, see if it gets more interesting,” she said.

The elphin girl came up to you and sat down on the couch. “I’d like to fuck you both, but I can see that you’re an exclusive couple, so I’m offering myself as the ultimate lesbian slut, I’ll lick your cunts and teach you a few things while you kiss each other.” This stunned you both into silence, you had never heard something quite as outrageous as this before. Then you both burst out in a fit of giggles.

“Come and sit with us and tell us what you’d do.”

She slid into the seat, and took your hand and slid it under her shirt and onto her breast and slid her hand down into your pants and said “whoa, I detect wetness, I detect a turned on woman! Ladies, you can fuck here, or you can go home and fuck, but my advice is to go home and fuck, this place is for old married couples who are looking for new cunts to lick. Off you go!” And she scampered off like the elf she was.

You turned and kissed for a while, slow, soft kisses, whispering into each other’s ears what you’d like to do, getting more and more daring as you got more and more turned on:

“I want to slowly suck your nipple.”

“I want to lick my finger and slide it across your wet panties, then slowly dip it through your cunt lips, and slide it deep inside you.”

“I want to hold your breast, and lift your nipple into my mouth, and slowly, slowly, suck you harder and harder.”

“I want to lift your wet panties and slip my finger inside your cunt lips, I want to stroke them slowly, slowly, up to your clit, and then slip my finger inside you.”

“Oh fuck, I want to slip my fingers inside you and then lick your cunt and suck your clit and fuck you with my mouth.”

“I want to light a fire and then lay you back on the leather couch in your lounge and open your legs wide and kneel before you, and lick your thighs, and then slowly move upwards and part your cunt lips and begin to lick you while I feel the fire on my arse and my cunt, and I want to slip my tongue into your wetness and lick your clit and smell you and drink you and suck you.”

“And I just want to tell you I love you and love you and love you.”

“And I just want to get naked and fuck you.”

“I love you too, my sweet girl darling.”

You hadn’t even realised it, but while you had been talking, you had slipped your hand down and between her legs and her panties were soaking wet and you slipped them aside and began to gently gently gently softly stroke her cunt lips. she moaned and slid her hand up your thigh and whispered let’s get out of here or get naked or make me come right here because I can’t make you come. And you slipped two fingers just inside her cunt and she moaned and said please, please, please, let’s go to your cottage, let’s go fuck on the bed, and she brought her lips up to you and you kissed her and she drew your hand out of her cunt and smelt your fingers and came very close to coming. “Oh my god I want to fuck you so badly let’s go home and do this” she moaned and then pulled your head down and kissed you deeply, her tongue slipping and sliding with yours and she pulled your wet fingers into her mouth and added hers and then slipped her fingers down into your pants and tantalisingly caressed just the tip of your clit and your cunt and tried to get deeper and her other hand slid up and cupped your nipple and pinched and caressed and then she was back down, trying to get to your cunt, and not succeeding and you said let’s go home and she said yes.

You wandered back to the hired car in an erotic daze, stopping often to kiss and caress each other, not caring who saw you. It was a hot Malindi night, sultry and still, and every time you turned toward each other and brushed your nipples Escort Ankara together it was like an electric current.

You got into her car and as she drove off, you settled your hand between her thighs. You crept your fingers up towards her cunt and slid one, then two fingers inside her wet lips.

“Hey girl! Don’t do that, you’ll make me come before we get to your cottage. Rather tell me what you want to do to me at the other side, please, please,” she begged, a bit frazzled.

“OK, this is my fantasy.,” you said in the darkness of the road, as you kept your hand just above her cunt. “I want to light the fire, and by the firelight, and with the surf booming on the outer reefs, I want to spend forever kissing you slowly, slowly, exploring every curve of your body, talking to you, telling you how much I love you, because you are the most sexy woman in the world, and I want to slowly take off your clothes, very slowly, bit by bit, and I want to nibble and lick every part of you as I take your clothes off, and …”

“Hey, we’re home, you shameless woman,” she said, as she parked, and as she switched off the engine she pulled you towards her and began to kiss you deeply, and said “I am so turned on, let’s go inside.”

The two of you stumbled out of the car giggling, negotiated the front gate and the front door and after grabbing a bottle of white wine, lit the fire and collapsed on the leather couch in the lounge. You stood up shakily, and ventured through and put on some Buddha Bar music, turned down the lights and sank down onto the couch.

“I …” you started to say and she said “shhhh” and pulled you down and she stroked your face and said my god I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, and she slowly turned your face to her and kissed you in small kisses at first, little butterfly kisses, then deeper kisses, full lip kisses, then tongue kisses, little slidey tongue kisses then you couldn’t wait any longer and you pulled her down on you and kissed her deeply, deep tongue kisses, full lip kisses, full wet kisses, moaning, grunting, uuh, uuh kisses, and as you kissed, your breasts were rubbing together through the silkiness of your braless tops and you could feel your nipples hardening and getting ever more sensitive and your wetness growing.

You slid your hand down across her stomach, her magnificently tight stomach, down and across her arse, and then she lifted her leg and rolled her weight on to you thrusting her wet core her hot wet cunt against your thigh and you ground your wet your hot wet cunt against her and the material between you became a barrier and you stripped it off and were naked together and then lifted off your shirts and were completely naked and for a while there, just rocked back and forth, rocked back and forth, breast against breast, wet cunt against wet cunt, enjoying the wetness, enjoying the warmth, enjoying the flesh, enjoying the love, loving the love, being in love, loving loving loving each other, and then feeling it become more urgent, it seemed like hours later, slipping and sliding more urgently against each other, kissing kissing kissing and whispering talking murmuring I want you to slip your fingers inside me and feel me deep inside I want you to slide your mouth down my body and slowly lick my clit and lick my cunt while you slip your fingers inside me and finger fuck me while you lick my cunt and I want to lick your cunt at the same time and I want to love you forever and your fingers were wet with each other’s juices and you were both hovering on the edge of an orgasm and you turned together and slid your tongues down each other’s sides down until you reached her cunt and you breathed in deeply, breathed in the salty sexy cum smell of her wet cunt the smell of sex and raunch and woman and woman and woman and love.

You buried your face in it and began to lick and to suck her wonderful wetness her saltiness and then you slowed down and began a rhythm a slow lick on her clit then a slide down to her cunt lips a bit faster on her clit then open her cunt lips and slip a finger inside and … fuck she is doing exactly the same to you and you get into synch with her harden your tongue and tongue fuck her clit and she does the same to you and you slip a finger then two into her cunt and she finger fucks you.

The fire was burning strongly now and the scent of the night jasmine was strong, and you emerged dazed, and sat up, and you sat and drank in her wonderful, beautiful nakedness, and for the first time you were able to admire her and she drank you in. You looked at the fullness of her small but perfect breasts, with her nipples standing up like bullet points, the generous spread of her hips and her arse, the wetness of her cunt and her swollen lips. It was the most erotic sight you had ever seen as she sprawled back on the couch, naked, wet, wanting you, sweating, her nipples hard and erect, her cunt lips swollen and open, wet, and she leaned forward and said “fuck me”.

You slid your fingertips over the exposed flesh of her cunt, feeling the slippery wetness. Her clit was hard and swollen, wet, her lips moved to your breast. Your finger slipped between her lips and entered the hot thick wetness of her cunt.

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The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person, location or situation in particular. All characters engaged in any sexual activity are at least eighteen. This submission is 3rd is a series of a 4-part story about a mature man starting to model for an artist, leading to other fun sexual activities. I hope you have had fun & enjoyed reading my stories. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. I even will give you a hint of the cliff hanger in this story but not all of it. I also am planning a separate story tied into this story.

They lay together, cuddling — Kathy leaking cum down her leg — Andy tells her to hang on and the next thing you know Andy gets between her legs and starts licking her pussy and his own cum. After a few minutes of him licking her cunt, sucking out his own cum, Kathy slowly closes her legs to prevent him from continuing this to her, as no one has ever gone down on her after cumming into her, not her husband or the two lovers she had prior to Andy.

Kathy states Andy you are a kind and gentle lover, however I am a little sore and sensitive down there, can you please come up here and kiss me, then let’s shower, enjoy dinner downstairs in the nude and see what is next.

Kathy & Andy head back up to her Master Suite after a nice dinner, they lay together and start actually making gentle love to each other. Gentle kisses, tongues touching, hands exploring each other’s body. Kathy is wet again and decides to take over the lovemaking so she has Andy lay on his back and mounts him. Going up & down, slowly very slowly, on his 6.5 inches of erect penis like she is on a merry go-round horse. Andy extends his hands, reaching out to her breasts, starting to feel them, like it was his first time exploring a female’s tit. As Kathy rides Andy slowing — building him up and herself towards a climax, Andy continues to squeeze her breasts, now wetting his fingers on each hand and taking her long nipples into his fingers, pulling on them like he is milking a cow.

Kathy’s juices are flowing, making it easier for her to slide up and down Andy’s penis so she starts moving faster and riding Andy harder — tightening her pussy muscles, Andy cums first pumping his cum into her, with his cum in her, Kathy is turned on more and more, she starts to ride Andy, even harder, almost hurting him as she starts her own orgasm. After Kathy cums, she relaxes with Andy still in her, but feeling his penis starting to go down. After about 10 minutes of resting like this, Kathy goes into the en suite bathroom to wipe herself and then brings out a damp towel to wipe Andy up. The two lay together cuddling with Andy’s penis by her ass, they both fall sound asleep, exhausted after the sexual encounters and work in the studio.

Kathy & Andy wake up in bed together, Andy’s hand is covering her right breast. Kathy thanks him for a wonderful evening and great sex. Andy starts rubbing and tweaking her sensitive nipples, Kathy alerts him that he better be able to finish what he is about to start, Andy rolls over to start sucking on her nipples.

Andy’s starts getting erect and Kathy reaches down to start moving her hand up and down his dick. Andy flips around, going into a 69 and starts licking the outer folds of Kathy’s sweet pussy then Kathy take’s Andy’s cock into her mouth, sucking wildly. Even though Kathy cleaned them both up, they still each taste some of their combined juices from last night’s lovemaking.

Both are breathing heavy, almost cumming together, when Kathy stops sucking on Andy and tells him to face her and jam his dick into her hard. Andy turns to Kathy and he starts to enter her gentle for the first couple of inches than under her spell he jams it in.

The two of them are going at it like wild animals in the woods. Andy lifting her legs over his shoulders for better penetration, taking some of her pussy juice on his finger and inserting into her ass. In/out the finger past the knuckle, deeper into her asshole, pumping harder with his penis, Kathy can feel the limited hairs from his groin and finger in her ass, Andy is about to cum and Kathy’s tightens her pussy muscles around his penis, as his own balls tighten up. Both building up a sweat they finally cum together. Large streams of pussy juice squirt from Kathy mixed with Andy’s own pool of cum.

They cuddle for a few minutes and rest, as Andy starts to head towards Kathy’s pussy, she pulls him back telling him not this time, as I am much to sensitive down there for you to touch me. Andy holds off as they continue to cuddle. After about a ½ hour Kathy goes to the bathroom Ankara escort to clean up, leaking their combined fluids down her leg as she makes her way to the en suite bathroom, she pees in the toilet. Andy decides, to take some Kleenex from the bedside table to wipe his dick off. Hearing Kathy in the shower, he goes into the bathroom to also take a piss then joins Kathy in the shower.

Toweling each other off they throw on robes and head downstairs for freshly made coffee and breakfast. Over Breakfast, Kathy explains some of the next phase of the project, being brief with details. When we go into the studio, please go back by the privacy screen and put on a new pair of one of the disposable plastic wrapped paper thong type underwear for men that are there on the table, the T-shirt and come back in wearing your robe. Perplexed, Andy gives Kathy a look, she smiles and tells him not to worry, he will enjoy the next portion of her art project.

Feeling funny now dressed as he is, since Kathy has seen him in all his glory and they have made love a few times, he sees Kathy over by her easels in an open robe, wearing a black disposable strapless bra and matching G-String panty, similar to what you would wear tanning and like she had on yesterday, when they started their session together.

Kathy has Andy stand by the chair telling him to remove his robe, Andy moves to the chair and stands there as Kathy takes 2 quick snapshots and starts drawing on her easel with a piece of blue charcoal. A couple of minutes later, Andy hears movement from behind, wanting to turn around to see who is approaching but Kathy yells out to him to please hold his pose. Standing in the room now, dressed in a similar robe as he & Kathy, is the young 18-year-old teen, wearing the same eye mask, as she had on in the wall pictures.

Andy feels very funny now, seeing this beauty live and in person, as he is dressed in minimal clothing and very much exposed. Kathy explains that this is Kerry and as you can tell Andy, I have used her in some of my photos and paintings, she is 18-years-old and this is the first time she is posing with a male model. Like I did for you yesterday, we are going to take this slowly for her as well. The client has demanded, that Kerry’s eye mask must remain on throughout this project. Andy’s third middle leg was starting to move under the paper thong type underwear and all he could think of was slow down there, go down please!

Kathy noticed Andy’s excitement, even Kerry did under her eye mask, but Kathy kept things flowing and further explained, we are going to have Kerry stand next to you side by side, then you are going to put your arm around her shoulders then waist, when I tell you to. Kerry honey, please remove your robe, Kerry removes her robe and Andy notices that she is dressed just like Kathy, and Kerry shyly moves over towards and next to Andy. Kathy snaps some photos of the two, then starts drawing using black charcoal on another easel.

Stopping after 10 minutes of sketching, Kathy has Andy remove his shirt and Kerry remove her bra, Kathy tells Kerry that she will also be topless and removes her own bra covering. After seeing Kathy’s breasts exposed, very slowly Kerry removes her bra, giving Andy a quick glimpse, before she shakes her head, so that her beautiful flowing red hair covers her 32 B breasts, as Kathy starts taking more pictures of this event, Kathy explains to Kerry that they previously discussed this and that she should be the professional model that she is and relax. Finally, she pulls her Red hair behind her head to exposes her teen tits. Andy notices her rosy pink areolas and longer nipples, as his now 6.5 inches starts to move out of it’s paper covering.

Kathy tells Andy to place his right hand over Kerry’s right breast and hold it. Andy is reluctant at first but follows Kathy’s direction. Noticing Andy’s erection popping through, she is laughing to herself, knowing what this session is all about and what is on the agenda for Andy & Kerry, Kathy starts to feel some wetness in her own pussy, watching this and thinking about what is coming up next. Kathy starts taking some photos and then goes to her easel to continue some more drawing.

Kathy decides that since the atmosphere is sexual that a break is necessary and that Kerry & Andy should relax and put there robes back on. Kathy does the same. Andy excuses himself and heads off to the bathroom. Trying to take a piss, with the girls still in the studio and a major hard-on, Andy decides to pull off a quick load and masturbates himself, cuming quickly thinking about touching Kerry’s breast and what Ankara escort bayan Kathy may have coming up next in this project. Andy is thinking boy did I luck out answering a want ad! Andy finally pisses then flushes the toilet and comes back into the studio with his penis back covered again by the paper thong.

Kerry runs off herself, for a quick bathroom break and Kathy passes a bottle of water to Andy asking him what he thinks of today’s session. Andy just states UNBELIEVABLE, I never imagined I would be modeling for a beautiful woman with even a more beautiful teen girl. Kathy just states, wait the best is yet to CUM.

Kerry returns, grabbing a water from Kathy and stands next to Andy again. Everyone removes their robes and Kathy announces for this next phase, I need the both of you to remove your bottom covering. Again, shyly Kerry removes her G-string, as well Andy starts removing his own brief covering while Kathy starts to remove her own. Noticing Kerry’s fine red hairs on her small landing strip, Andy is thinking, thank goodness I jerked myself off in the bathroom or I would be shooting from just looking at this nude teen beauty. Kathy explains to the both of them, that to keep this portion of the session flowing, I am going to have the Video camera filming and also take photos, then later, at another time I will start to draw and then paint using the photos and videos as my guide.

Based on this, you both will be happy to learn that this session will flow much easier and quicker. Kathy announces, that I need the two of you to face each other, hands on the other’s shoulders and hold it. Both Andy & Kerry comply as Kathy starts snapping pictures. After a while Kathy announces, OK Kerry, I hope you are ready for this, as we discussed, when I told you about this project. Andy, I need you to cup both of Kerry’s breasts, rubbing her nipples with your fingertips. Hesitant and slowly Andy moves his hands towards Kerry’s teen perky breasts looking for confirmation from Kerry that it is ok, she shakes her head in a yes, Andy places his hands over both of her breasts then slowly rubs her long nipples. Kerry lets out a soft moan and Kathy knows this is turning both models on. Photos are snapped and after about 5 or so minutes of Andy rubbing her nipples, while massaging her lithe small breasts, Kerry is starting to get hornier, and feeling wetness forming between her own legs, Kathy tells them to please stop for the next part.

Kathy then poses Kerry sitting down in the chair next, with Andy standing directly behind her, with his hands on her shoulders and his 6.5-inch erection with pre-cum, going past her face, she is told by Kathy to turn her head sideways right where Andy’s cock is. Kathy yells out hold that pose and starts to snap pictures. With Kerry’s face and mouth almost touching his penis and after rubbing her tits/nipples, Andy starts leaking even more pre-cum.

Kathy notices this and explains to Kerry that the time has come, in her client’s project, to learn how to give a man a proper blow job. Another video camera that was added for a different view, is started, as she explains to Kerry how to give Andy a proper blow job.

Being very nervous about giving her first BJ, Kerry looks towards Kathy for further direction while Andy stands there in amazement listening to Kathy, as a teacher to a student talking to Kerry as if he isn’t in the same room.

Take your hands around his penis first to get the feel and go up and down a little, playing and touching his balls. Next, take his penis inside your mouth.

Wrap your lips around his penis like it’s a Popsicle. Take one long stroke down, from the tip to his base. You will find a rhythm as you go along and listen to Andy’s breathing. You can use your hands to help work your way into a comfortable flow.

Start humming and moaning so Andy knows you’re into it, and I am sure it will feel great for him. If you’re getting more wet from sucking him off, show him. Grab a fingertip of your pussy juice, show it to him, how wet you are from today’s session with him and lift it to Andy’s mouth so he can suck off your finger to taste your pussy juice.

Kathy continues teaching Kerry, then start alternating between sucking, swirling your tongue one way and then another, and flicking it lightly. Andy is so, so very happy he took a load earlier during the bathroom break. He is thinking for a first time, under Kathy’s guidance, this girl knows what she is doing and making it so hard for him NOT TO CUM.

The idea is to bring him to the cusp of his orgasm, stop, take a short break before he cums, then bring Escort Ankara him to the edge again. Then mix it up by using a mouth + hand combination to rhythmically stroke in and out. Andy starts to breath very heavy signaling to both Kerry & Kathy that he has held his load long enough while this 18-year old beauty sucks him off for about 10 plus minutes. All of sudden, Kathy notices that on her own, without any direction from her, that Kerry is trying to slowly, inch by inch, deep throat Andy’s 6.5 inches.

Kerry starts choking & coughing, losing Andy’s penis from her mouth, but seeing Andy is about to shoot and catching back her normal breathing again, takes Andy’s penis back into her mouth to finish him off. Kathy tells Kerry to get ready to swallow her first load from a man and be ready, to get it all, but if you don’t, that is also ok. Andy blows like never before, he thought having sex with Kathy was some of the best orgasms & loads but having Kerry blow him, he came & came and Kerry started coughing again releasing his cock from her small mouth with his cum starting to drip down the sides of her mouth.

After a minute of two, Andy gently lifts Kerry off the chair and then sits down pulling her onto his lap, his penis slides between her legs, almost going into her pussy, feeling her wetness, he starts to kiss her, tasting his own fresh cum.

Stopping taking pictures about 3 minutes or so ago, Kathy is sitting in a chair by her easel and masturbating herself with a large paint brush then starts cumming on her own, watching as Andy and Kerry enjoy each other’s kisses with tongues moving exploring each other’s mouth with Andy moving his mouth to start nipping on her elongated nipples while squeezing her small and firm breasts with rosy pink areolas. The room smells from sweat and sex. Andy even starts rubbing Kerry’s small nub of a clit, continuing to feeling her wetness.

Kathy notices how Andy is now sitting and also that he is trying to go too far, at this time with Kerry, and yells out everyone please stop to take a break. Kathy asking both of them to head to the large shower in the master bedroom to clean up, relax, recharge, at 45 years old Kerry, as Andy needs to recharge his batteries, and us gals need to calm down, before the next photo and video session, even Kathy was so turned on, that she couldn’t take anymore photos and was glad she had two video cameras filming this life changing event for Kerry, her 18-year old daughter.

Andy helps Kerry stand up and then goes over to kiss and hug Kathy, she jumps as his penis touches are very wet & sensitive pussy. All three of them, very sexual charged head upstairs to Kathy’s large shower. Kerry’s eye mask remaining on throughout all this time with her changing quickly to a scuba type mask covering her nose and eyes looking funny as she heads into the shower. Hands go everywhere in the shower, as they gently wash & soap each other, making sure to clean each other’s nooks. They all came out of the shower, toweling each other off, Kathy dries Andy, Andy dries Kathy while Kathy dries Kerry, making sure her legs, ass, breasts and pussy are all dried off.

By now it is getting late and Kathy tells Andy & Kerry to meet her in the kitchen, all of them staying nude at this time, Kerry switched back to her other mask, (Andy has yet to see this beauty’s full face, wondering why the mask). Kathy had previously put out waters, soda, pre-made sandwiches and some food plates so everyone can re-charge. Kathy has big plans for the next Photo and video shoot.

Kathy left Kerry she is enjoying posing and the limited sex between them. They were both told by Kathy, prior to her departure, to come back into a separate room off the kitchen, un-beknown to Andy, Kerry lives in the same house with her mom and slowly leads Andy into this new room, where the lights are on but slightly dimmed, three video cameras are set up around a massage table covered in a sheet with some pillows, with a fourth camera set-up above the larger than normal table.

Kathy explains, that since Andy has given her some great sensuous massages to her, that the next part, as discussed with her client, is that Andy will give Kerry, as a thank you for the fantastic blow job, a sensuous massage. Massage oils and lotions are on the large massage table for Andy to use.

Andy helps Kerry move onto the double wide massage table, and has her lie on her front first resting her head on one of the pillows in the middle of the table.

Well folks, I hope you have enjoyed this part of the story. I decided to end the 3rd part, at this point of the story, as I am working on the middle to end this story. I have the beginning and the end, and if you have written stories, I am sure you are aware that parts of the end will be re-written as I type.

I am hoping you the reader will want more.

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“By Roman custom, it is your privilege to ask me to undress and reveal myself to you in my natural state for your intimate thorough inspection.”

“That is not necessary, pretty one. As best I know among Britons we only have that right if we consider purchasing you. But you are to be a gift to us by the Celtic soldiering auxiliaries. All the same, we can see you have a pleasing form.”

The olive colored candidate for servile companion to Floin and Cael dutifully kept her hazel almond eyes trained to the ground as she spoke through the interview in slow Greek interspersed with words which demonstrated she had some knowledge of spoken Celtic languages. It was for this reason that it was Floin who interviewed her among the 2 rough neck soldiers who regarded her a very fine and strange creature. She was not a young maiden, but far from aged either. Floin learned she was from the mysterious east in what I now believe was in lands near Damascus where the Apostle to our Lord and a founder of the Church, Paul of Tarsus started his itinerant ministry. They were impressed with tales of her widespread travels from which she had trained herself a serene and modest wisdom beyond her years.

“You ought to know that we 2 are mated soldiers, that is to say we are bonded in matters of the flesh . Do such couplings among men offend people of your culture?”

Sarai did not directly answer the question. “For me people who couple for love are granted blessings by my gods. Roman men often couple for brutality and not for love, which all people of reason regard as abomination.”

“You are as thoughtful as a priestess in practice for many moons.” For a moment Floin considered what powers of magic and healing she may have garnered just through life’s experience. He found her inscrutability charming and even seductive. This led him to his most important and leading inquiry. “Cael and I are desirous of siring a son for whom we can pass on skills that would be useful to our tribes’ people in future years. Would you be willing on occasion to open your legs to us and accept our man horns into your womanly embrace, that you may become with our child?” He nodded down to look into her eyes as he spoke, giving her permission to look them directly in the eyes by response.

Just by her reply with a hint of a grin on her lips and eyes that smiled, Floin could see she would respond in the affirmative. “As your servant. it is my duty to open my legs to receive your manly advances whenever you desire, but you should know that I have only borne a son one year shy of a ½ score years ago and he died a few years hence. I cannot be sure I have grown barren since.”

Cael and Floin decided that they would take their chances and were not disappointed. While they were away during the day in training, she kept the hut tidy and prepared tasty meals as best she could for the dearth of ready spices. Floin assisted her in the early evenings for the planting of a nearby herb garden. At night she was very touched by the gruff but extremely pleasurable groans and grunts of the two men in their lovemaking, Her ample breasts swelled with pointed nipples and her yoni flared and flowed with womanly juices. She was moved to leave her satchel on occasion and join the other two, the three of them in their nightly nudity would frolic in revelry to combinations of heated flesh. It was her great delight to receive one and then the other between her wide open legs and listen carefully as the mounted one into her would groan his moment of ecstasy to thrust his portion of seed deep where hopefully the planted womb would spring new life.

The boisterous good humored affections that the two men shared, hands and arms outstretched with hugs and firmly planted kisses were soon extended to her. For the first time since she was separated from her parents, Sarai felt truly safe. She dreaded the thought of ever being separated from her loving protectors.

All the soldiers who had woman servants would have them to assist in the brief bathing at river’s edge, and like the men, they would be bereft of all clothing. It would be the obligation of masters, through menacing looks and gestures that their bare women were unavailable to any but their masters. Sarai was a sensitive soul and she came to realize that the looks toward her from other naked men were not disrespectful but because they missed the women of their villages. While Cael was more reluctant, she convinced Floin into the arrangement of an innocent but enthralling entertainment.

She would borrow jewelry from other soldiers, gold and silver bracelets, necklaces, chains broad enough to encircle a woman’s enticing torso, and rings fashioned for both fingers and toes. These would be all that she would don in a performance at night lighted only by strategically placed campfires. It was not a dance she would perform, but a series of posed postures that complimented the beauty of her feminine litheness ~ toes and fingers often pointed, arms and legs stretched, and back Ankara bayan escort arched in artful display. She professed this was a discipline of worship from far off India that she learned from other well-traveled servants. All her feminine charms in unrestricted display, the audience of soldiers from all the training camp would cheer and stomp their feet in enthusiastic approval and appreciation. Many would heartily thank her for her performance personally and entreat her that on some occasion she must journey to their villages and teach the women there these appealing arts. She came to be always accorded all the most mannered courtesies by the soldiers hence forth.

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As it came closer to Beltane Festival, the waters of the river would not be quite so frigid, and so the men in their bathing time would linger just minutes longer at it’s edge. There was one soldier thereabouts with white hair and beard, but the form of a somewhat younger man who would ogle Cael and wink at him on occasion. Once when the other soldiers had left the riverside to warm themselves by the adjacent open fires and clothe themselves back into light practice armor, the older man approached Cael to proposition for Floin. “Your new partner has a fine form and the loaves of his behind are very enticing, Would you both be agreeable to my thrusting into him? Of course everything that is mine would be shared with you, including any future loot in battle.”

Cael knew the lecherous but jovial old soldier well and all about his attractions to younger men. He had passed on the proposition to his earlier partner, but his deceased wife had balked and only wanted to remain true to Cael. “If it would entertain you and Sarai so to see me plied and ploughed into by the lusting old battle boar, aye, I’ll lose my garb and spread my ass to be pricked there.” Floin responded sheepishly, but sincerely.

But Floin was ever blissful and joyous to be coupled with into his “yearning cunt” by another man’s heated and pulsing fleshy hard horn of good stature. Cael and Sarai hugged, tittered, and laughed with the hearty amusement of watching their beloved Floin in naked raptures squealing with pleasure as he was tossed about in all different positions, to be ravished up his availing back yoni with unrestrained vigor by a known lecher of many scores of years.

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In the old ways of the Celtic peoples when most of the plantings had been completed, the Festival of Beltane marked the beginning of the summer on their calendar at the first of May and the night before. It was less than a handful of days later that year, that the camp learned that the truce with the Romans had completely ended. All agreements were broken and it was surmised that a full force of legions would be landing from Gaul to the southern shores of Britain and at the mouth of the Thames. But trusted spies had alerted the Druid Councils and camp commanders that the first engagement would be a march to the hated Druids’ spiritual center, to the isle of Anglesey just north of the Welch peninsula. The Councils asked for the support of only small contingents , that they would invoke the gods magical powers and craft stealthy battle strategy to defeat the full force of numbered Roman legions before they could plunder the remainder of southern British countryside.

True to the prophecies that Floin knew, it was a tribal princess warrior, from just north and far east from where Floin and Cael trained., Boudicca, who emerged as the leader of British tribes in their hour of need and defense. She and her family were well known by Gwyneth’s family. Later, it was learned that the old Emperor had been killed and as rumored by his own family as was also prophesied by the old man himself. He had been succeeded by his young great-nephew, Nero, whom it was thought in his idle incompetence would hastily plan an ill-prepared new assault on the isles.

After much counsel, Queen Boudicca decided to take advantage of the absence of legions at their strongholds in the south and east, while concentration of legions marched to Anglesey in the west . Tribal troops would assault and maraud Colchester, London, and other Roman settlements thereabouts. She waa greatly heartened by the news that almost all the tribes’ people aligned with the Romans in the initial invasion had abandoned them and would now unite with all other Celts. Boudicca was instructed carefully in the tactic and technique of Roman formations, how they were disciplined in heavy armor to stand together in tight regiment, as if to fight as a handful of thick skinned beasts. For this reason, she decided soldiers would engage in the familiar Pict style – burdened only with short sharp weapon and hard lacquered wicker shields, they would be swift in naked assault to force breeches in Roman formation quicker than the enemy had the ability to regroup.

Wearing only mostly blue garish war paint and hair cut short and greased into color painted spikes, the mass of howling naked Escort bayan Ankara men in the seeming disarray would seem like so many wild animals to fright the Romans from the discipline of their ranks. If the perception was that the opponents of Rome in combat are so many savage barbarians, then why not exceed the expectation in horrid terrors? They would practice their nude battle maneuvers for only 10 days before group migration, not in marching formations but columns of swift hiking in song and battle chants. Their beards were cut short and their hair shortened and slicked into random spikes. Cael and Floin were painted blue by Sarai with intricate designs of wild beasts and birds of prey. She was able to bargain for a rare small fine bristled brush which she could use to paint small detail on the lingums of both men she loved with such fervor.

Sarai assisted the other women servants and other women from nearby villages in gathering provisions including donations. She would be joining other women at the end of the parade of advancing men. The gods were invoked in prayer to bring good fortune to the soldiers every evening. The day arrived for the start of the advance to the south and the east, and the soldiers were in high spirits singing and yelping their battle cries. The assembly of phalanxes made good progress each day. When passing each village, the enthusiasm of the devilishly painted naked men was infectious. Young men in the village would grab a sharp weapon or farming tool, toss aside all their garments and join them. Young maidens would hoot and laugh at the cheeky painted designs on the bare buttocks of so many men, they would volunteer more food, animal skins or blanketed weave to join the other women at the end of the parade to assist the provisioning and nursing of their tribes’ brothers in battle.

In less than a week, the phalanxes joined up and it was only another day before they arrived for their assault on Colchester. Boudicca was astonished at how poorly defended it was. The whole garrison town was routed and set aflame. Almost the entire mass of Roman settlers thereabouts were killed. Just as her soldiers in command were grouping in preparation for assaults elsewhere, she learned from scouts that a legion of foot soldiers was advancing in the west to retake the settlement. Many of the phalanx marched out from the town to meet them and they were dashed and dispersed at the warrior woman’s command. It was then that the Roman prelate to govern all the isles was killed by severing his head to be displayed as trophy. The phalanxes next marched further south and west to London. The great trade center was equally undefended , routed, and set ablaze. It was later learned that the leader of the legions, Paulinus realized that he could not assemble sufficient defenses in time and had urged the merchants and other settlers to flee to the west.

The next target of the phalanxes was to be the nearby settlement of Veralamium to the north and west of devastated London. Cael and Floin were ordered to join a scouting party on horseback to survey in advance for the presence of legion soldiers who may engage the mass of tribes’ men. It was then that a small party of Roman scouts surprised them and wounded Cael with a “gladius” on one side near his waist. It was thought that the wound was not so deep that Cael could survive the injury in travel. A gurney was hastily crafted and Floin and a provision boy hastened to move Cael across the landscape to home encampment and be nursed back to good health.

In the ensuing days, they would spend nights at villages who hosted many of the wounded warriors attended by many of its women. Sarai was alerted to Cael’s predicament and was able to ascertain after 2 days which village Cael and Floin were bivouacked for the night. The women were all affectionately devoted to their nursing charge, so much so that they were eager to administer the suckle to the man horns of the wounded, to affect the healing powers inherent when a man is prompted to discharge his seed. Cael’s wound was considered not sufficiently healed for him to be privileged to submit to this technique. The next day they heard that Veralamium too had been routed, looted and burned. But bad news also came in learning that the great measure of the Druids had been killed at Anglesey, their treasures of magical icons, stone carvings, scrolled books of parchment and papyrus all ransacked and destroyed. The great mass of legions would soon be on the march to the south and prepared to engage the defending warriors in their naked rage of hostility, but a little weary from their previous assaults.

After 10 days, Floin and Sarai finally arrived at their small hut in the mostly abandoned encampment. They managed to improve a sleeping satchel with more straw and coverlets for more comfortable convalescence. They were alarmed that while his condition had not worsened, their much beloved companion was little improved. Both Floin and Sarai prepared a Bayan escort Ankara salve made from the herbs of their garden to gently anoint his wound. Then Cael seemed to improve and even spoke in humor. Floin became bold enough to suckle the horn of his lover and was encouraged by the depth of the flavor and healthy quantity in the output of seed that burst from the quivering opening of a responsive organ.

It was the next day however that Cael turned a chalky color and his breathing labored, The next day yet his color restored, he ate better, and he rested comfortably. As darkness flooded the encampment and the nightly fires were lit, the injured man became weak and complained of poor vision. Long before sunrise the next day, he breathed his last.

Before the next dusk, other soldiers and nearby towns people assisted to cremate Cael’s remains in a dignified funeral while Floin and Sarai grieved bitterly for a soldier they knew of tremendous warrior reputation, but personally to them was all love and sweetness that the gods could conjure in the human heart.

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In only another day or so, word arrived at the camp that clash of forces between the opposing parties in south central Britain so much anticipated did transpire, but that the Celtic phalanxes were defeated and great quantities captured. The great clash occurred near the village at the base of the hill of High Cross. This would be near the junction of the future great roads of Wattling Street and Posse Way. Reports differed that commanding Boudicca was either slightly wounded but succumbed to her injuries later all the same, or that she killed herself when realizing all was lost. There would be no defending large tracts of the isles, now.

The best considered opinion was to surrender all weapons and facilities when legion forces would arrive to secure the encampment. In almost a physical desperation, Sarai clung to Floin for fear that the occupying victors would separate them. But for all his grief and sorrow, Floin endeavored to make himself useful to the Romans in ways that might offer him and Sarai a better future than would be the lot for the usual captured warrior. They at least had garb to cover themselves. It was reported that the Romans would make their captured prisoners labor at their behest completely naked, never allowing them any way to clothe themselves since battle, even to shiver uncovered at night.

The Romans did provide them better privileges and food when Floin volunteered his services for being able to speak reasonably well in both Greek and Latin. For tribunes from the east who were Greek speakers, he translated for the interrogations of tribes’ people who were accused of actively collaborating in the rebellion. Floin was shocked and ashamed to witness the abuses inflicted on the accused as such. But they let him keep Sarai and she tried to console her mourning and dispirited master. She would open her legs at night and encourage him to couple with her, but he seldom responded to her urgent entreaties. Others including friendly Romans would warn them that when Floin ceased to be so useful, Sarai would be stricken from him. He could be shipped off across the channel to Gaul in shackles where other surviving soldiers of good form were being pressed into the “ludus”, to be trained to fight as gladiators for the sporting amusement of those resided almost anywhere in the vast Empire. Because of skills with languages, reading and writing, numbers and mathematics, he could be sold to a wealthy family to tutor young children, or consigned to work in the hellish fires of multiple forges for the remainder of his days. If it was learned of his student activity in the Druid academy, his days would be certainly numbered despite his utility.

One night, with the assistance of other laboring servants, they escaped the supervision of Roman authority and snuck off to the Welch peninsula, their way lit only by moonlight. They had a forged parchment of passage rights and this allowed them to escape to a small seaside port where they arranged for passage on a boat to cross the western sea to the Emerald Isle. They paid for that passage with services of couplings of the flesh and their own wits. Nothing more is known of the fate of the legendary Floin and his exotic Sarai from then on.

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I cannot know how distant a time this account will be encountered by curious readers and so I write just a few words of how things changed for Britons under Roman rule. The Romans demanded great tribute from us, and extended hated bondage, especially from the women. They extracted annually great quantities of Cornwall tin, fresh sheered wool, dried mutton, salted fish, harvested wheat and barley, apples. But the central isle was rewarded with great feats of engineering ~ a network of cleared and paved roads and some aqueducts to improve irrigation and supply of fresh water. The winters turned of a much milder disposition and Romans brought green vines, the fruit of which provides welcome refreshment. The increase of prosperous commerce was advanced beyond the imagination of Celtic peoples ever before. The conquerors have protected us from tribes in the north hostile to both native Britons and Romans alike.

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