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My wife’s youngest brother is a great kid…well, man actually. He is in his senior year at College. He’s been an athlete his whole life, and even now competes in football (American) at the Division III level. Aside from being a really good guy, he’s also hot, and I mean smoking-fucking-hot! He’s even made a little side money as a male model in some local publications in the Chicago/Milwaukee area.

He recently came to visit us, spending the long Thanksgiving Weekend at the house. I have known him since he was 10 years old and we have always gotten along great, but between my busy schedule, and his schooling, I had not actually seen him in almost a year. Boy was I surprised when he arrived at the house!

Max pulled up at the house and got out of his car. As he walked up and hugged my wife, I took a good long look at him. When I had last laid eyes on him he was the stereotype of a young punk kid. However, now the spiked and disheveled hair, pierced eyebrow and lip, overly baggy clothes and all the rest of the slacker look was gone. In place of that young punk kid stood a handsome young man.

He was about 6’3, and I would guess 190 lbs. or so, and very, very muscular from working out for his sports. His dark brown eyes were framed in his chiseled face by a normal, short, jock hairstyle. He was still wearing too-baggy clothes, but, his piercings were gone. His brown eyes were deep and dark as they gazed intently out from under his well shaped brow. His broad shoulders were obviously heavily muscled. All I can say is “wow”!

After visiting for a few hours, I found that I could not keep my lecherous gaze from my wife’s stud brother. I continually snuck little peeks at his hot body and not-do-little package that was well-framed in the crotch of his nylon jogging pants. Man he was packing a huge cock!

After chit-chatting and catching up on all the family gossip, my wife announced that she was going to turn in for the night at about 10:00 or so.

“Why don’t you guys go grab a beer or something?” she said after saying good night.

I looked at Max and said “You wanna run down to the bar for a while?”

“Why not,” he said.

So off we went to the neighborhood pub, which is only about four blocks, so we walked over.

Well, after a few hours, several pitchers of beer, some dirty stories of the chicks he’s dating, some sports “war stories” from both of us and a lot of bad dart playing, we stumbled back home, pretty well lit up and feeling good.

We crept into the house, trying to be quiet, slipped out of our shoes and sat down on the sofa, him on one end, and I on the other. I grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV. As I clicked through, the “rent screen” for the porno channel came up.

“Hey, hey, hey…!” He said.

“What, the porn channel?” I asked.

“Yeah man, you mind?” He said.

“Naw …it’s cool” I stuttered.

So, I ordered up the porno network, and we sat there, my brother in law and I, watching some blond bimbo with huge cans getting railed in the ass by some no-name big cock. I was really getting into it and with my hard cock throbbing in my jeans; I really wished Max wasn’t there. In fact, as I snuck peeks at him, I was guessing by the bulge in his pants he was feeling the same way.

I shifted on my cushion and as inconspicuously as possible re-adjusted my raging bone.

“I am getting kind of uncomfortable here” I said “My cock’s as hard as a rock.”

“Yeah, me too. That bitch really likes it up her asshole.” Max said

As we talked, I saw him absentmindedly rubbing himself through his pants. I don’t know if it was the booze, or the extreme horniness, but I felt the last of my inhibitions slip away.

“Hey Max, Do college guys still circle jerk?” I asked him.

He looked intently at me for a couple of seconds, and I could see him thinking carefully before answering. Then he said “Well…a couple of times some of the guys from the team got together and jacked off after going to the titty bar…but we didn’t, you know, touch each other or nothing gay like that.”

I said with some mock surprise in my voice “Gay!? There’s nothing gay about circle jerks. We used to do it in my frat all the time. In fact sometimes we made a game out of it.”

“A game?” He asked.

“Yeah, a game” I told him. “We called it ‘soggy biscuit’. We used to take a cookie or cracker or whatever and put it on the coffee table. Then we stood in a circle around it and jacked casino siteleri off the guy to our right. When he came we shot it onto the biscuit. The rule was that whoever was the last to get his partner off had to eat the biscuit. It was kind of funny to try and hold out so that your partner had to eat the biscuit” (I had never admitted this before, but we really did play this game, and we used to do all kinds of things, name calling pinching, etc. to keep the other guys from shooting until we did).

He looked at me, and was rubbing his crotch a little faster as he said “That’s fucking gross, dude. Did you ever have to eat the biscuit?”

“A couple times,” I admitted “but it wasn’t that bad. Hell, I kind of even liked it”

Silence, except for the sound of him massaging himself through his pants.

“I guess I can see that” he said at a level barely louder than a whisper. “Can I tell you something without you thinking I am a fag?”

I nodded “yes”.

“Sometimes when I jerk off, I taste my own cum. I like it, sometimes.”

“That’s cool, I eat my own cum too, sometimes.” I told him “I like to eat Toni’s pussy after I fill it with cum. I like the taste of cum, when it’s mixed with pussy, I guess”

“Sweet!” was all he said.

I reached across and touched Max on the thigh.

“Hey, you ever touched another man before?”

“Only one time, when I was 12. We didn’t do anything, I just touched his boner and he touched mine.” Max then turned towards me. “I would like to try it again,” he said as he looked directly into my eyes.

I gently dragged my hand up his leg and rubbed his raging cock through the thin nylon material.

“You want to touch my cock? Maybe you want to do more than just touching, right?” I asked gently.

“What else can we do?” he asked.

“Well, I guess I can suck your dick, and you can suck me. Fuck, it maybe I’ll let you try fucking me in MY hot little ass. How’s that sound?”

I felt his cock jerk in his pants as I said that.

“No more fucking around here, Max. I’m no fag. You aren’t a faggot either. So let’s cut through the bullshit. The thing is, I think you are hot, and something tells me that you feel the same about me, right?”

He nodded his agreement.

“Good, then let’s just do this okay? I won’t tell anybody if you don’t, but it’s just two horny guys getting off with each other because there are no women around to get us off, right?”

He seemed to consider this for a moment, and then he surprised me by leaning towards me and kissing me on the mouth. Hesitantly at first, then almost as if possessed, he began to make out with me like the Horny kid he is. His tongue flashed into my open mouth and we passionately grabbed at one another.

“Sorry,” he said leaning back from me, “it’s just that I’ve wanted to do that for a long time. Let me see your cock, man”.

I grinned really big at him. “You don’t waste any time do you? Alright then…” I unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and fished out my raging cock through the fly of my boxer shorts. I was really aroused and it showed. My cock was erect to it’s full 7 inches and hard enough to pound nails.

I wagged it at him and said “So, you like what you see?”

Without reply, my smoking hot 22 year old brother-in-law leaned over on the sofa, bent down and engulfed my whole cock with his hot velvety mouth in one smooth motion. “Mmm…hmm….” He moaned around my shaft as he began to bob his face up and down.

“Aw fuck!” I exclaimed quietly as I leaned back to grant him easier access to my crotch. “That feels great Max. Suck on my dick man. Yeah!”

He sucked on me for a while, but I soon had to tell him to stop or I would come.

I gently pushed him back onto the sofa and said “My turn,” as I pulled down his pants. Out sprang his beautiful dick. I leaned in and began giving him a nice sloppy wet suck job.

“Got to get comfortable” I told him as I briefly pulled of and slid off the sofa.

I knelt on the floor between his legs with my elbows resting on his thighs. I sat there a moment and savored my view of his dick.

I watched as my hand began to stroke it slowly, I really enjoyed the feeling of the hardness under the spongy softness my fingers felt at the surface. Being slippery from my spit he was easy to stroke. I could see his neatly trimmed pubes and shaved scrotum clearly. This boy took care of himself.

For a moment I relived the night’s events. The weird slot oyna but highly erotic chat on the couch was fresh in my mind. Although I was still quite drunk, I wondered if I had been sober would I have ended seducing my brother in law, sucking him off and offering my ass to him?

“Are you gonna suck me or not?” Max asked wearing a lopsided grin.

I glanced smiled lecherously up at him. “Oh yeah, I’m gonna suck that cock, man.”

I inched forward toward his dick, I could smell his body now, the scent of deodorant and aftershave was mingled with a slight tinge of sweat. That turned me so much!

I pushed his thighs further apart then as I rubbed his dick I cupped his balls with the other hand. My mouth was barely six inches away from Max’s cock, my brother in law’s dick!!! I had dreamt of this moment for years.

In the muted light from the TV which was still playing slightly muted porn, the head of his cock glistened. I could see precum collected at the tip. My mouth was almost touching it. I extended my tongue and rested it against his dick then milked his shaft for more of that clear nectar. As it seeped out, I slid my tongue up to the tip where it was stickiest. Max groaned quietly, I looked up to see that he was staring down at me, watching my every move.

I licked his cock, feeling the hard hot skin with my tongue. I could defiantly taste him now and it was a musky kind of salty taste. I have found that no two cocks ever taste the same…but this was definitely one of the better ones.

I placed my lips around the head of his 7 inch cock and began giving him a real blow job. My tongue was slipping over his head randomly. I slowly pushed my mouth downwards, the feeling of having another mans dick in my mouth was so arousing. I could feel my own cock, straining to be touched and played with.

I had just his head in my mouth; my lips were gripping the rim like a lollipop. I sucked slightly, feeling it tug in over my tongue.

“Fuck!” Max grunted and sucked in air deeply. “Holy fuck, that’s good!”

I lowered my head, feeling his hard dick slide over my tongue; all the while my lips were gripping him tight. I pushed down further and the tip of his dick touched the back of my throat. I came up quickly and took a deep breath. I rubbed his dick with my hand, feeling my saliva and his precum coating his entire length. His foreskin rolled over the tip and back again, I followed it with my mouth, once more taking him between my lips. Then I again went all the way down sliding him into my throat.

“Ohhh gawd!” He hissed. “That will make me come in a hurry.”

I was incredibly excited and aroused. My own dick was throbbing, yearning for release.

I sucked up and down Max’s penis, really getting into the feeling of it slipping its and slamming between my lips. The taste of his precum was getting stronger as little by little more of it seeped out.

“Fuck me!” Max gasped. “You’re fucking good at this!”

I looked up at him with his erection still in my mouth.

“You’re gonna make me cum…Oh fuck!!!”

I wanted him to cum. I wanted to taste it so bad that I sped up my actions, pulling my head up and down faster, my tongue sliding against the underside of his dick and then swirling around his cock head as my mouth eased off it for a moment before plunging back down letting him fuck my face hard.

“Man…Fuck…oh fuck…I’m gonna cum….oh fuck!!!!” He groaned a little louder as I sucked on him.

“Do you want me to pull out? I am really close man. Can I jack it on your face?” he asked.

I shook my head and pulled away for brief second. “Cum in my mouth,” I said, giving his dick a quick lick. “I want taste your spunk.”

I placed my mouth back around his dick and continued my sloppy attack on his rock hard dick. Max gasped.

“Okay…if you’re sure…I’m gonna cum…Fuck yeah…shit…in your fucking mouth…any second…”

I sucked and licked like a starving whore, I was almost desperate for him to blow his wad in my mouth, to shoot that baby batter down my hungry throat.

“Fuck! Fuck! Yeah….I’m cumming…..fuck!”

His cock jerked and twitched and soon I felt the first jet of his salty-sweet spunk splash into my mouth, several times, each time shooting a wad of cum right into the back of my throat. I swallowed some before I even managed to taste it.

I loved it. His sticky sperm coated my tongue as I continued to suck on just the very tip of his dick. He canlı casino siteleri stopped jerking a moment later and I milked his shaft get the last drop out of the end and into my waiting mouth.

Max’s body slumped down; I could tell he was wiped out. He panted and wiped a hand across his sweaty face. I removed my mouth from his dick.

“Show me,” Max said. “Let me see my spunk.”

I opened my mouth to show his sperm on my quivering tongue. Then I closed and swallowed it down. “Fucking awesome, Man. Holy shit!”

I got off my knees and stretched my legs, I felt like I had been kneeling on the floor for hours. I was very aware of my own throbbing cock jutting out in front of me.

I wondered if we were done now. I know how the guilty feelings sometimes get to me once I’ve gotten my nuts off. Would it do the same to him? I didn’t have to wonder for long.

Max reached forward and rubbed my balls with his left hand. With his right he stroked on his still hard cock.

“So…can I fuck your ass?” He asked in a loud hoarse whisper.

“Yeah, do me,” was my reply.

We stood and walked to the end of the coach. I handed him a tube of lotion and said “take it easy, and use lots of lube, okay?”

He nodded yes, the gently bent me forward at the waist over the arm of the sofa. My ass was up in the air in front of him, and I reached back and spread myself open for him. The gush of lotion was cool against my hole as he squirted it on. Then I felt his finger slowly spread it around. Gently, he pushed his finger into me and I sighed and moaned with the sensation.

“Yeah man, that’s the way” I said.

He fingered me for a few moments until I loosened up, then I felt a second, and then a third one of his fingers enter my tight man-hole. As he continued to fuck me with his hand, he gradually became more and more vigorous with his motions until finally, he was finger fucking my tight asshole hard and fast.

“Enough” I moaned, “give me your cock, Max, I want it now!”

He slid his fingers out, squirted a large glob of lotion into his hand and greased his still hard cock. I was momentarily amazed by the realization that he had never gone soft after I sucked him, but the thought passed quickly as he began rubbing his spongy-stiff head around my man-pussy.

A couple of times he rubbed the head around my ass, and then he began to slowly push into me. His right hand was rough as he pulled back on my hip while his left hand fed his prick slowly up into me. It was painful at first, but his steady slow penetration quickly turned into one of the best things I have ever felt. He continued sliding what felt like a mile of cock into my puckered ass hole.

“Ohhh, that feels fucking good. Your asshole is better than any pussy I’ve ever had!” He said to me.

“Good, then fuck me better than any bitch you’ve ever had,” I replied. “I need you to bang me Max, do me hard.”

With that, his other hand came to rest on my hip too, and he held me tight around my waist as he began began fucking me harder and harder. He pulled back on my hips as he thrust his hips forward. The sensation from my asshole was incredible! I could sense he cock sliding back and forth in my velvet tunnel.

“I love your cock in my ass Max. Do me, do me!” I cried.

“Take it, yeah, take all of it.”

He was now really giving it to me; I could feel his balls as they bounced off of my own nuts between our pressed together thighs. It was a very erotic sensation. Max then leaned forward, letting the weight of his body rest on my back as he really fucked me good.

Then he reached around and began jacking me off, tugging my hard cock in rhythm with his thrusting in my ass.

“I’m gonna cum again!” He said.

“Give me your load Max! Shoot your cum up my ass! Jack me harder! Let me cum too!” I was actually pleading with him. “Stroke me, man, pull my dick!”

“Unghhhpphhh!” Max cried out in a muffled voice.

I could actually feel his dick swell in my ass as he dumped another load into me. That pushed me over the edge and my own cock began to fire off volley after volley of my own stringy cock custard all over the armrest of the leather sofa.

Max reared back and pounded wildly into my ass as he was racked by the waves of his orgasm. When it finally subsided he pulled out of me with an audible “pop” sound, and walked anound to sit next to my head. I was still collapsed over the armrest, trying in vain to make my rubbery legs solid again.

Max scooped a little cum from the armrest onto his finger and then sucked it into his mouth.

“Might be better on a cookie, I guess” he said “maybe I’ll try it that way next time.”

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The drive back to the Crockett seemed hella-long to Marshall. But he didn’t dare fidget and reveal his impatience to Lee. And he definitely knew better than to touch himself, although the temptation to do so was great. He cast surreptitious glances at Lee, in the guise of taking in the scenery like any visitor to San Antonio. Instead, he secretly admired his handsome profile, the curl of Lee’s dark lashes over his blue eyes, the curve of the lush lips he longed to kiss.

Damn, he was one fine man.

Marshall swallowed a moan.

Lee turned his head, fixing Marshall with that all-seeing gaze of his, the one that pierced Marshall’s very soul. He didn’t have to say a word, and Marshall knew he knew. Had the temperature in the car just shot up twenty degrees?

All Lee said was, “You can shower first. Then assume the position and wait for me.”

“Yes, Sir,” Marshall replied throatily.

Back in their room, Marshall hastily stripped. He stuffed his dirty clothes with the other laundry, then stepped into the shower. Quick but thorough. He didn’t bother to wash his hair, since Carlisle had just done that, but he did manage to get rid of the tiny pieces of hair that had found their way beneath his shirt and begun to itch.

After he’d toweled off, he knelt on the floor at the end of their bed, head down, hands palms up against the small of his back. He heard the rustle of Lee’s clothes as he removed them, the clunk casino siteleri of his belt buckle when he tossed it onto a chair.

Don’t look, don’t look…

But he looked anyway, against his better judgment. Lee stood in the doorway to the bathroom, bare-ass naked and looking like a god.

“That’ll cost you,” Lee commented before he disappeared from view. Marshall couldn’t help but smile, as he resumed his former position. Listening to the sound of running water, Marshall couldn’t help but think about Lee, and what was to come, and his cock twitched in anticipation.

A short while later, Marshall heard Lee return, but he never raised his head, keeping his eyes focused on the beige carpet beneath him. He had no idea what Lee was doing, but he caught glimpses of his bare feet as he moved about the room, accompanied by strange sounds—mysterious rustlings and metallic jangling.

“On the bed,” Lee directed at last. “On your back.”

Marshall obeyed without hesitation. He lay full-length upon the bed, awaiting further instructions. Lee approached him wearing nothing but a grin. In his hand was one of the sleep masks that had been in a drawer of the room when they checked in. Marshall gave him an inquisitive look. “Yep, for you.” Lee nodded. “Lean up a bit.”

He slid the mask over Marshall’s head, and blackness filled Marshall’s vision. This was something new. They’d never used any sort of blindfold before. Marshall shifted slot oyna a little nervously. The darkness made him uncomfortable, too much a reminder of things best forgotten. Lee placed a soothing hand upon his arm.

“It’s all right,” he assured him. “I’m here, I’m right here.” The words were comforting, but still Marshall was a little leery.

He felt Lee’s warm breath against his ear. “If you don’t like it, use your safe word and I’ll stop. I promise.”

Marshall believed him, and he trusted him. “Okay,” he agreed, and was rewarded by a trail of warm kisses along his jaw.

“I’m going to let go of you now, but just for a second.”

Marshall felt an absence when Lee moved away, and for a moment he seemed to be ungrounded. But then as the bed shifted under Lee’s weight andhe knew he’d returned, and Marshall relaxed again. Lee’s hand stroked his hip, down along his leg, stilling the slight tremors there. Then Lee touched his half-hard cock and placed something around it.

The cock ring. That meant Marshall was not to come until Lee allowed it. What else did his lover have in store for him, he wondered?

He received his answer as he felt something metallic ring first one wrist, and then the other. Both arms were then stretched, one at a time, toward the head of the bed.

The handcuffs, Marshall realized. Lee’d promised they’d use them tonight, didn’t he? Lee was nothing if not a man of his word.

Once Marshall’s canlı casino siteleri arms were in place, Lee spread his legs apart. Marshall felt exposed, even if he couldn’t see.

“First the punishment.” Lee was whispering in his ear once more. “Just like I promised.”

Somehow, Lee managed to make punishment sound sexy and exciting. Marshall relaxed a little more.

The next moment, he almost jumped out of his skin as something very cold was pressed against one of his nipples. What in the world? He quickly realized Lee had an ice cube in his hand. Compliments of the hotel, no doubt. If they only knew to what purpose it was being utilized…

Marshall felt his nipple harden from the ice. Damn, that was cold, but he didn’t dare complain. The next moment he didn’t mind so much as Lee engulfed the cold nipple in his warm mouth, and the sudden change in temperate was simply exquisite.

Marshall couldn’t help himself. He moaned in delight.

“Like that, do you, boy?” Lee murmured, even as he applied the ice cube to Marshall’s other nipple.

“Mmhmmm/” Marshall’s only coherent thought was if this was to be his punishment, then bring it on, baby, bring it on.

Marshall felt Lee take his other nipple into his mouth, warming it as well. But he obviously wasn’t done. He slid the ice cube down Marshall’s chest, heading south. Marshall knew what lay that way, and pleasurable though the sensation on his nipples was, he had his doubts how his cock would feel about such treatment. Without thinking, he squirmed, and for that he received a swat against his leg.

“Want more punishment?” Lee drawled.

“Sir, yes Sir!”

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Marshall found himself transfixed by the sight before him—Lee’s perfect pucker. Generally it was Lee who feasted on Marshall’s hole, but when Lee was in the mood, he allowed Marshall the privilege of tasting him there.

“Come on, buttercup, I don’t have all night.”

Marshall knew Lee was only teasing. He glanced up to see that slow, lazy smile that went straight to his heart, and he had to grin himself. “Don’t think you can last that long, old-timer?” he taunted him.

Lee snorted. “I’m no punk kid, like certain people I could name. I last as long as I choose to last, and not a moment longer. You’d do well to remember that.”

“Yes, Sir,” Marshall murmured softly. He dipped his head and buried his nose in Lee’s dark pubic hair for just a moment, inhaling his familiar scent. He could get off on that enticing smell alone. They’d made a bet once having to do with push-ups. Seeing who could do the most. The loser had to shave off all his pubic hair.

Marshall never realized how much his crotch could itch until his hair began to grow back. Damn, that man had stamina for days.

He dragged his tongue softly across Lee’s taint until he reached his goal. Then he circled the hole lightly, teasingly. He felt Lee’s body relax into his touch, knew he enjoyed Marshall’s ministrations.

“Fingers too?” Marshall questioned.

“Mmmhmmm,” Lee murmured his assent.

Marshall was free to use tongue and fingers, casino oyna with Lee’s permission, but he dreamed of more. One day he hoped to slide between Lee’s thighs, bury himself to the hilt inside of Lee, and pleasure him in the same way Lee pleasured him. Completely, thoroughly, without reservation. So far, that had never come to pass. But whenever he asked Lee about it, Lee never said no, either. So Marshall held out hope he’d be able to fuck him some day.

Marshall took advantage of nature’s lube, wetting his fingers in Lee’s pre-cum. He slid two slicked digits inside Lee’s tight channel, twisting them slightly, the way he knew Lee liked. Lee’s answering moan was confirmation he’d made the right move.

“Oh yeah, just like that.”

Marshall twisted his fingers again. He reached for Lee’s prostate and pegged it with practiced ease. Lee’s answering moan was confirmation he’d hit the nail square on the head.

Lee’s muscles gripped Marshall’s fingers tightly. They had an assortment of toys they liked to play with, but most of the toys were used on Marshall, although Lee was known to indulge at times. While ordering online was both easy and discreet, there was something to be said for seeing what you were buying up close and personal. In a city the size of San Antonio, they could do just that, while retaining their anonymity. Added an element of fun into going to the big city.

Marshall kept stroking that small slot oyna bundle of nerves, rewarded for his efforts by the increasing seepage of Lee’s cock. He ran his tongue over the head, lapping up the salty fluid, drawing it into his mouth and swallowing it. There’d be more of that later; he had a different goal for now.

He eased his fingers from Lee’s warmth and replaced them with his tongue, flicking it in and out of Lee’s hole rapidly. Now Lee fairly vibrated with pleasure. He wound his fingers in Marshall’s hair, secure but not too tight, allowing him the freedom of his head.

When Marshall figured Lee’d had about all of that he could take, he pulled his tongue out from Lee and blew a teasing breath across his opening, eliciting a shudder. He raised his eyes to meet Lee’s, an unspoken question hanging between them. Marshall knew how to play the game, and he relished the rules they lived by, part of the tight bond that bound them to one another.

“Suck me, boy,” Lee commanded, and Marshall happily obeyed.

Marshall wrapped one hand around Lee’s balls, while the other drew Lee’s cock into his waiting mouth. He took it all in one fell swoop, savoring the familiar taste. He didn’t suck immediately, but simply held it there. Then he pulled back, as his tongue danced about the thick shaft, exploring the slit, while he continued to roll Lee’s balls.

Lee arched his hips, thrusting his cock farther into Marshall’s canlı casino siteleri mouth. Marshall felt the head touch the back of his throat, a move that would have gagged him at one time. But he was no longer the novice he’d once been, and he’d been working hard on honing his deep-throating skills.

Lee seemed pleased with the results. Of course, Lee was pretty damn impressive, himself, and he was a wonderful teacher. Of many things.

Marshall pulled off Lee’s cock with a wet pop and took a deep breath.

“Bet I can make you come in less than five minutes,” Marshall challenged.

“Boy, you’re on. Loser does dishes for a week. Without using the dishwasher.”

“I’ll buy you some nice gloves,” Marshall taunted gleefully.

He ringed his fingers about the base of Lee’s shaft and began to pump it in short hard strokes before taking the end back into his mouth, grazing his teeth across the sensitive head. He was familiar with most of Lee’s triggers, but he also knew the old man could be stubborn when he chose to be. A trait they both shared.

He took Lee’s cock a little farther, continuing to vigorously pump the base. As added incentive to orgasm, he began to hum, knowing the vibrations would only add to the need to release.

Lee tightened his grip in Marshall’s hair, but he never complained. All’s fair in love and war… particularly love.

Marshall felt victory coming his way—he knew the signs all too well to mistake them for anything else. Lee’s body tightened, his breathing raspier, his pre-cum flowing freely…

When suddenly Marshall heard, “Wanna fuck you, boy…”

Damn, Lee didn’t play fair.

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Don’t be shy, give it a try.

It had been a hard night and I was absolutely exhausted.

I knew what to expect, it being my first night bedded with Roger. He was one passionate guy ordinarily, before I submitted to live in with him, so I knew I was in for some fireworks bedding him.

That was before he told me he had a flat mate, a West Indian guy called Ricardo, Rick for short. I never knew until the following morning after sleeping with Roger,. because he worked nights and seemingly, jumped into his bed almost as soon as he’d got out of it.

So there was me, well and truly hard screwed the night before and again when Roger awoke in the morning, after I had awoken with a very hard prodding into my backside.

Turning I thought; ‘here we go again’ because he had a hard -on like the Eiffel tower. And Roger’s tower was a real eyeful. I always teased him with that, his ‘eyeful tower’ and he usually responded that I had better climb it then.

That was real fun pretending with my finger tips, they were a little steeplejack climbing the precipitous. Especially when I reached the summit and pretended the steeplejack was balancing on it..

But the morning scene was much the same as when I used to visit once a week for our special rendezvous – we’d participate in mutual cock touching and wanking, stripping stark naked my being smothered in hot moist cock as., perched on the settee, he crouched over me, his hand twisted behind him, pressing my head roughly into his groin. It was one of Rogers specialities, to let me taste the pungency of him in the most intimate fashion which . Although hard going at first, I came to enjoy and expect of him. I actually grew to like the flavour of him down under and sometimes he would give me an extra treat in letting me sniff him through his briefs which was lovely, the feel of his scrumptious balls cushioning my face was beautiful.

Then he’d fuck me on all fours until he was about to shoot his load, when he diverted his throbbing cock deep into my throat for a hefty mouth fuck until I was drenched with his hot sticky spunk, oozing from my well worked mouth

That was standard practice every time we met and when that was done, we would have an interval and refreshment before he wanted me to be girly for him.

That was fun too, I loved to do that for him. It gave me a new perspective to his nurturing me like I was a female, he loved to scent me up and suck my asshole like it was a quinny. Usually through my very girly silk red and white laced panties. It was a dream to behold which we both lavished and spent a great deal of time exploring.

Anyway he was soon wide awake and fucking me like there was no tomorrow. I don’t casino siteleri know how he had the energy to go to work afterwards. But he worked himself deep inside me as always and it was simply lovely to be opened up again. He fucked me so beautifully like it was a work of art. I adored the way he stopped occasionally so that we could both feel the sensation of his strong throb inside, it felt really wonderful and so very warming.

He got my breakfast serving me with it on a tray in bed, a real hearty breakfast with all the trimmings.

“We need to replenish your energy” he said and when afterwards I made to get up he simply said to stay there because shortly Rick would be taking his place beside me.

I was flabbergasted but he did ask if I would I mind, like it was an everyday thing to do! because Rick was a real close buddy and they shared everything.

It did come as a bit of a shock to say the least but thinking about it, I felt it could be fun.

I needed to visit the toilet. I washed the smell of Roger off me and tendered my well worked anus with some moisturising cream . It felt nice and well gratified..

I gingerly got back into bed as Roger had asked, and listened to some music. It wasn’t long before I heard Rick’s voice in the kitchen talking to Roger, they were talking about me!

“He is well ready for you Rick, well primed twice last night.”

“He is a good poke huh” Rick replied in his West Indian accent. “! Hope you have saved some for me.”

At that point I knew the name of the game and what they were both about.

“He is a good tight fit, well accomplished in all ways, I adore his oral and he will give you a great fuck to sleep on.”

“I need that Roger, I am done for, but I also need that good stiff fuck before. I get some shut eye. Thanks’ mate, you are a real buddy.”

“Enjoy, I am off now but we shall fix something for the weekend, on the lines we talked about Huh?”

“Great, I look forward, see you later Rog.”

They we were talking about me like I wasn’t there, not I guess they thought I couldn’t hear in the bedroom..

I had no idea what Rick looked like. What if I didn’t fancy him, what then? But I felt I had to be loyal to Roger, he had served me well in all ways, he’d pulled me off the streets and everything. I could not let him down so had to endure serving his, by the sound of it, very lecherous buddy.

This guy was going to be some character. When a knocking came on the door and I said to come in, I expected a face – but there, poking hideously between the gap was a very large uncut black penis like I have never seen before. Then a hand appeared, a black hand of course which started to grope it and in came slot oyna the rest of him, Stark naked but very appetising, I had never had black before and I felt a whole new world was opening up.

“Very nice” he smiled with a toothy white grin. And he had a body to die for.

“Roger has good taste, my name is Ricardo but you can call me Rick – and I know yours is Alex. Hi Alex, where have you been all may life? You look great, good enough to fuck, fuck, fuck”

From that point I knew Rick was the sort of guy who said it as it was.

He looked divine and I took to him right away. That charm, that smile and personality, and that absolutely gorgeous prick which he massaged in front of me revealing its full glory.

“You like Alex?” he said coming closer giving me a sniff.

I was lost for words primarily. I was still aching from Rogers’ early morning fuck and I knew it was still open.

“Hey don’t be shy, give it a try” he laughed and that made it easier to touch him first time. Going through my head; ‘what a beauty , I should be so lucky.’

Still stuck for words I got a whiff of his scent, a mixture or natural body smells and something else which, I guess was a spray, Whatever it worked for me and I knew I was chemically as well as physically attracted to this very handsome guy.

“So does my Buddy treat you well, Alex?” he asked, his large hand stroking my face.

I nodded and enjoyed the way he just pulled down my duvet and watched his expression as he eyeballed me.

“Does he fuck you well?”

“Very well” I returned.

“I have to confess we tried it once with each other. But it never worked. I guess we are both givers. That is where you came in, twist over Alex, let me see your butt, I have heard so much about it, I want to see for myself.”

I felt good and right to do as he asked and just for kicks I raised it a bit to give him a good perspective.

“Lovely tight ass” he gleaned touching and kneading, It felt divine.

“I am a trifle bigger than Roger” he said stretching my cheeks apart and leaning to sniff me there.

“I noticed” I said.

“Mmm. Roger fucked you well I see, you are still wide open. May I?” and he gesticulated by pushing his tongue onto his clenched fist.

“Of course” I said.

When I felt his tongue slid inside it was like a wonderful soothing sensation. He continued to enjoy me there thoroughly and licked and squeezed my ass so wonderfully.

When he came up for air his face looked reddened and moist and he gave me a wonderful smile.

“You taste a treat. I do love the taste of young ass as much as I do cock, now let me have a taste of that too.”

He sucked me nice and slow. Different canlı casino siteleri to Roger who liked it quick and deep. Soon we were sucking each other having found a nice position upon the bed. It felt different to Roger’s. I guess because there was no foreskin to stretch back which was always special. But equally the smooth feel and taste of Rick was beautiful and it took a great deal of manoeuvring to get my thumb and forefinger around his thick girth and with that stuffed in my mouth fully stretched wide open, I wondered just how it would be feeling that up inside me first time.

“I am besotted with you already, Alex. You are so cool. And he rubbed his cock into my face again, watching me as I licked it’s length, as I cupped those big ripe balls of his, puckering them outwards for a great visual spectacle, I licked them too and he adored it

We spent some time enjoying each other orally. I saw the whiteness of a spurt of pre-cum as I had just come away from licking his p-hole, tasting the earthiness and subtle pungency.

“It is as white ass can be” I ventured to say”

“What did you expect, Black?” he laughed “Now we had better save it for the big deal” he said.

“Big deal?” I queried

“Time to get this into your ass I reckon, I am just about ready for it now>”

“Okay” I said holding my breath and arranging myself on all fours like Roger had me..

“I want you on top, stretched wide over my torso as you can take it as you want.”

I was glad of that. He was a big guy and although I wanted his fuck, it was nicer to have it on my terms, so I wiggled a bit and made myself comfortable and it was a joy to smother him first as he wanted.

“Now I have the fresh taste and smell of you I can enjoy your fuck Alex Huh?”

I took hold of his cock and bent it backwards to locate my hole, I spun it around and around as he moaned and groaned and I coulisse he was well and ready for it

“Don’t fuckin tease me” he yelled so I found the place, lifted my body up a bit to get the measure of its intensity underneath and then I gradually, very gradually worked it into my hole.

I was well greased, and it went in smoother than I thought. Hurt a bit as my hole stretched more than it did with Rodger’s fuck

But soon it was amazingly all sunk and wedged tight into me and I slowly started to move up and down to create that wonderful deep thrusting fuck.

It was lovely. I soon got into the rhythm of his splendid fuck and we both enjoyed it immensely.

When he cum he almost shot me up against the ceiling, such was the intensity of that last deep thrust.

“Night night and thanks” he said gratefully as I got off him and he snuggled up fully gratified into his pillow.

“See you in the morning” he added, well my morning that is.”

I had the feeling that it would be Roger all over and he would want another when he awoke.

Continued…

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It could be said that the trouble began the night of the graduation party, but it really extended back to the days of Kyle’s puberty. He had been in trouble of various kinds for all his high school years, and his mother, Leanne, had always been there to get him out of it. Kyle had been a lovely child, but his awakening hormones made him almost impossible to live with, and the tension between him and his parents had been at a high level for years. Leanne’s mission in life had been to get her kid through high school, and then out of their lives when he graduated. She was worn down by the effort, as her husband Bud gradually lost the interest or stomach for the chore.

Leanne Marie Hughes threw the small graduation party as much to celebrate the end to her own trials as to mark what was probably the end to Kyle’s educational career. She was about to wash her hands of her large handful of a son, and that was cause for celebration.

The evening of the party, as she came out of the hall bathroom headed back to the kitchen, Kyle was there.

“Hey, Mom. What a great party.” He hugged her and she gave a half-hearted response.

“Oh, don’t thank me. I’m celebrating my own freedom, now that I’ve gotten you through school. I guess you’ll be out on your own soon, which is probably for the best.” She wanted to add, “Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.”

Kyle was not upset in the least by that. He grinned in her face as he held her against the wall. She was sure he’d sneaked some booze or other drugs into the party. Nothing new there.

“Cool. Well, before I take off, I’ll be hanging around this summer to get my shit together.”

“I thought you and those two ‘friends’ of yours were off on an adventure. What happened to that idea?” she asked.

“Yeah, well, Chuck and Dave are still going. At the end of summer they’re gonna come back for me. There’s still some stuff I wanna do here in town.”

“Like what?”

Kyle grinned and fingered the collar on her blouse as if to look down her cleavage.

“I wanna see those tits before I go.”

“That’s my boy,” she thought. “Crass and provocative as ever. I will be so glad to see him leave for good!”

“Never gonna happen, loser,” Leanne retorted, brushing his hand away.

He paused, staring into her face at close range. “What would it take for you to give me a peek at your tits?”

She played along with the banter. She was used to his outrageous talk and not giving this creep any advantage by acting shocked. She’d hit him where it hurt.

“Oh, you’d have to stay out of trouble, for one thing. You’d have to stay sober, get a job, go to work every day, help pay for your room and board, get into a college this fall, start acting like a man, keep your shit cleaned up, stay away from those two whores you invited into my house. In other words, there’s no way.”

“I can do that,” Kyle replied. He turned and walked back down the hall and out to the patio, where the party continued. Leanne shook it off and went back in the kitchen to restock the snacks.

_____________

When it got to be 11 o’clock the following Monday, with no sign of Kyle, Leanne decided to go to his room and harass him. No sense in making this summer too easy for him. But she was surprised to find that he was not there. As she looked around, she was astonished to see the room was tidy.

Kyle returned at dinner time, cleanly dressed and shaven. When she asked him where he’d been, his answer shocked her.

“Looking for a job. There’s not a lot out there for me, but I did get a good feeling about this landscape job. I had to feed them some shit about how I’d used lawn mowers and weed whackers since I was 10. But how hard could it be?”

“Are you kidding? You know how hard working outdoors in the heat is? You won’t last 10 minutes,” Bud told his son.

“I’ll get a hat,” Kyle said, smiling.

Two days later, Kyle began his landscaping career. For four solid weeks, he was up early and out to work. At the end of the first week, Leanne found an envelope addressed to her on the kitchen table. It contained cash and a note from Kyle about his room and board. Every week from then on, she found a new envelope.

Periodically, Leanne peeked into his room, and it was always spotless. In the evenings, he was mostly by himself in his room. She never got a hint that he was drinking or getting in trouble. Of all the bizarre behavior Kyle had ever exhibited, this change was the most troubling.

_____________

Saturday’s were Bud’s golf days, without fail. He was ten years older than Leanne, which hadn’t seemed to matter much when they got married, but Bud was over 50 now, and his romantic inclinations had taken a hit. He seemed more interested in clubbing a small white ball to death than in rolling around in bed with his wife. That left Leanne with needs that weren’t being met, except by her own hand.

This particular Saturday morning, Kyle found his mom on the couch, thumbing through a magazine. He sat down on the hassock in front of her, casino oyna moving her feet to the floor.

“So, whadda you think I want now?” he said. Kyle had a way of starting a conversation in the middle.

Leanne stared, trying to decipher him. Finally, she said, “Pardon me?”

“Come on. I keep my room clean, I got a job, I contribute, I haven’t gone out drinking. You said if I did all that stuff you’d show me your tits. So, let’s see ’em.”

She was flabbergasted. He’d said shocking things to her routinely for years, but he really wasn’t kidding this time. He actually expected her to open her blouse and expose her breasts, right here on the couch. She collected her wits and fought back.

“I never said that. I never promised to show you anything. That was not a serious conversation. You’d been drinking. Besides, I think I mentioned you getting into college.” That last one would clinch it, she thought.

“Done. Remember when you applied to La Mancha College for me? Well, it turns out, they have a small program for misfits and bad boys. Some kind of sociological experiment. They figure I qualify as a bad boy. I start in late August. Turns out they’ll let almost anybody go there.”

“My god,” she thought. “That was a Hail Mary application. I never thought he’d have a chance at that one.”

Kyle was looming over her, his hands on the edge of the couch as he leaned in, inches from his mother’s face. His knees were outside of hers, and she felt a bit trapped.

“You’re no prude,” he continued. “I know you’ve been to nude beaches in your life. I’ll bet you’ve sunbathed topless. You’ve showed off your boobs to rank strangers. And those breasts of yours were made for me, anyway. I’ve seen them as a baby. You nursed me on those, remember? What could it hurt to show ’em to me again?”

“Don’t let him intimidate you!” her brain screamed. She had made a career of giving him as good as she got. She took the offensive, hoping a bluff would shame and embarrass him.

“Okay, you nasty baby boy. You can see Mommy’s titties, just this once. You cannot grab them, you cannot brag to your friends, and this will not be repeated. I guess you’re not man enough to find a woman for yourself, so you have to stare at your Mommy, you titty baby. Well, here you go.” She paused to see if he would blink, but he didn’t.

Reluctantly, Leanne raised her T-shirt, reached behind her and unclasped her bra, lifting the cups over her medium sized breasts. She sat defiant, daring him to say something disparaging about her middle aged mammaries. She fully expected ridicule or crudeness from this kid she’d given birth to.

But Kyle had no words for her. No childish grin. He looked appreciatively. Then, turning his head to the side, he hugged her breasts to his cheek. He stayed that way for what seemed to her a long time. The gesture was so sweet that Leanne put her hands gently to his back and other cheek, patting her son softly.

Kyle pulled back, giving her chest another appreciative look. Without looking in her face, he stood, mumbling “Thanks, Mom”, and walked toward the hallway and his bedroom.

“Okay,” she thought, sitting there with her boobs still uncovered. “This is too weird. He’s topped his previous pinnacle of weirdness just about every day this summer, but now, surely, he’ll have no topper for this one.”

_____________

When the mind is in turmoil, it can find itself going in many directions looking for solace and answers. Among the directions Leanne’s mind took after the couch incident was to travel back to her own days in high school. Being intelligent and above average in looks, she’d soon learned to use and enjoy the powers she held over the boys at school. Some of them called her a tease, but her sexuality was the chief weapon available against the physical and aggressive capabilities of young men hyped up on testosterone. She became very adept at controlling the boys’ physical power with her feminine charms. A glance and a smile was enough to get her asked out to the prom by the right guy. A quick kiss and a promise of more would get her further dates. In the end, she always held tightly to the reins and only “gave in” when it suited her. She liked the games, because they were rigged in her favor.

Those memories led her to thoughts of Kyle’s “whores”, as she had called them. Jan and Janet. They had been at the graduation party, but she’d seen them before and had them pegged. Slutty clothes, too much make up. Well, maybe she’d been a bit that way in high school, too. Surely not to that extreme, but she understood the feeling of power they were enjoying while tying all the boys up in knots. She began to wonder if she didn’t feel a little jealousy when she looked at Jan and Janet.

Kyle had taken to joining his mother for breakfast on Saturdays. Bud was never there, having always procured an early tee time. In her more frustrated moments, Leanne had wondered what kind of a man would rather get up at the crack of dawn to play golf, of all things, when he could be lounging in bed with his beautiful slot oyna wife. Who was it who said that golf is a good walk spoiled? Golf spoiled a lot of things for her.

One of those Saturday breakfasts in mid-July, Leanne ventured to ask Kyle about the “whores”. She was trying to look casual, drinking the last of her coffee and browsing on her tablet.

“So, have you been sneaking around with those two whores from the graduation party this summer?”

“Jan and Janet. Nah, I haven’t seen them around much. I think Janet’s parents packed her off some place. Maybe she got pregnant. Janet is a Jan wannabe. Her real name isn’t even Janet, but we call her that because she’s a ‘mini-me’ type. Jan teaches her everything, and Janet then goes out on her own to try it out. Janet’s not as smart, though. I think Jan may have found herself a boyfriend. It’s a damned shame, really. Did I ever tell you how I got to know her?”

“No. Do I really want to know that?” Leanne kept up the casual web browsing.

“It’s a pretty good story. She was in my English class this past year. We hadn’t really talked. One day she bounced into class wearing a mini skirt, with her legs bare. Everybody stared, and I don’t know why she hadn’t been sent home to change. I was sitting near the back, and she sat down behind me. I kept thinking about those bare legs. So, when the teacher was writing some shit on the board, I did the old pen drop. You know that one?”

“Oldest trick in the lecher’s handbook.”

“Yeah, I guess. I ‘dropped’ my pen, bent to pick it up, and turned my head to peek under that mini. When I did, she actually spread her legs, and I could see all the way to her pink panties. Spent the rest of class trying to get my boner to go down.

“When class was over, I followed her out and walked behind her to her locker. I said, ‘Hey’ and she turned around and smiled. Shit eating grin, really. I started to make small talk, but she cut me off and said, ‘You should warn me when you’re gonna drop your pen. I would have taken the panties off if I’d known you were gonna do that.’ Wow. When I got my breath back, I told her to be ready next time, and she was. After that, we got pretty close.”

“I suppose you always try to look up girls dresses and down their blouses,” Leanne said sourly.

“Sure do. I’ve even tried to look up your skirt. No luck, though. Maybe I should try again, right now.”

Leanne was getting tense with the way this conversation was turning.

“Oh, I don’t think your tricks will work on me. I know them all. Besides, you don’t have a pen on you.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got this spoon. Hmmm,” he said, as the spoon hit the floor.

“Kyle…”

No answer, as Kyle slipped out of his chair onto the floor and under the kitchen table. Once again, her son had maneuvered her into a compromised position. She could jump up and give him the satisfaction of her reaction. Or, she could pretend nothing was happening. She was pretty sure he couldn’t see much other than the lower half of her legs, her nightgown having slid up slightly above her knees. “He’s certainly seen more of me in a bathing suit,” she rationalized.

It seemed like he was “looking” for the spoon for several minutes. She couldn’t see him at all. She half expected him to touch her for the shock value, but he kept his distance.

“Found it. Guess I’ll go to my room now,” said Kyle as he emerged from beneath the table. Then he was gone, and Leanne noticed how fast her heart was beating. She had no idea what was on her browser screen. She was trembling, excited, flustered, and she didn’t know why.

_____________

The kitchen incident fueled a week of distracted agitation, flying dreams, sexual fantasy, and frustration with her less than romantic husband. She tried talking to Bud about Kyle, but she knew she couldn’t tell him what had been going on really.

“Yeah, Kyle is a different kid this summer. I don’t know what you’re doing, but whatever it is, keep it up.” That was Bud’s take on the changes in his son. To Leanne, it sounded almost like permission for her to feed her own fantasies and push the boundaries a bit more. She knew that Bud would never even approve of what had happened so far, but in her state of mind, or mindlessness, nothing made real sense.

The next Saturday morning, when breakfast was over, Leanne was about to get up and do dishes when she glanced at her son as he bumped the spoon onto the floor. Clutching her plate, she kept her seat.

“Darned ol’ gravity!” Kyle disappeared under the table again.

Her right leg moved to the side, as if it were trying to get her to stand. The effect was to spread her legs a bit and inch her night gown up. Instead of rising, she crossed her legs. Then, within a few seconds, she uncrossed and recrossed them a couple of times, as if her legs were restless. Just knowing he was down there, unseen, looking at her legs, gave Leanne palpitations. She was unconsciously flashing her inner thighs, and it was disconcerting to her that every movement seemed a provocation. In disgust, she canlı casino siteleri stood.

“I’ve gotta get this kitchen cleaned up. When you find that spoon, drop it in the sink.” Leanne began grabbing plates and putting butter and such back in the fridge. Her son touched her shoulder, put the spoon on the counter and walked out without a word.

_____________

Not much passed between Leanne and her son that following week. He was still working, still leaving part of his pay for her, still keeping his room tidy. He hadn’t, to her knowledge, gone out to get drunk or in trouble.

Leanne’s fantasies and distraction continued. Bud even noticed she was unfocused, and took her to dinner to break her out of her preoccupied state. Once again, the conversation turned to Kyle, and Bud lauded his wife for her good work converting their son into a human being. Again, he encouraged her to “keep up the good work”.

During her days, spent largely by herself, she relived in her mind specific situations where she had used her sexuality to manipulate some young man. Once again, she felt that old power and excitement. It was so different with Bud. Their relationship was one of equality. It lacked the spirit and adventure of the chase. Frankly, she hadn’t been this turned on in years, and her frequent masturbation testified to that. It was a physical high, and she knew that she would need another fix soon. Like next Saturday morning, for instance.

They were now into early August, and the heat outside was almost unbearable. But Kyle continued to work, despite the heat. He was looking strong and tanned and much more like a man than ever before. She imagined that those college girls he’d meet in a few weeks would want to eat him up. He had that “bad boy” way about him that would be irresistible to young women. Bottom line, he’d be up to his neck in young pussy.

Thinking this gave her a twinge of jealousy. Here she was, at her sexual peak and mostly doing without the loving she craved. Before her eyes, the lout of a son she’d wanted gone had turned into a sex fantasy, just about the time he was headed out the door for good. So, why should she not take advantage of the situation while it lasted? Just heavy flirting, of course.

She had no intention of actually committing incest with Kyle, but she had a few weeks to enjoy the high she was on. Bud would always be too nearby to risk any fall into sin. That would be the brake she needed to keep her on the safe and moral side. And ultimately, Kyle was bluffing with his provocative behavior. He would never aspire to be an actual “mother fucker”. (She shuddered at the words.) She could give herself a bit of freedom to indulge in self gratification and flirting, free from actual risk.

That next Saturday morning arrived, and Leanne was prepared. An early shower, light make up, hair brushed. Today, she wore a pink spaghetti strap slip that came to mid thigh, instead of her usual night gown. With no bra, her nipples were prominent, and the slip allowed a nice view of curvature through the arm holes. Her bikini panty line was visible.

She was setting the table when Kyle came in, stopped and grinned as he stared at his mom. He recognized the game and was into it. They ate, not saying much. Leanne was browsing on her tablet again as a distraction to let Kyle checked her out, glancing at her face for clues, and her nipples for fun. When they’d both finished, he picked up his spoon, smiling, and simply dropped it on the floor.

Under the table, she was barefooted, her legs crossed at the knee. In a move like a cat, she uncrossed and stretched her legs, spreading her thighs in the process. She pulled her heels back, opened her legs wide, and slid her ass forward on the chair, showing her son the maximum amount of pink-clad pussy.

Kyle gasped audibly. She closed and opened her thighs rhythmically, as if trying to maximize their openness and radiate her scent on each iteration. She let him look as long as he wanted, neither of them saying a word. The bikinis worked their way into her slit. At one point, she ran her fingers over her vulva provocatively. Dampness appeared at the bottom of the slit. She was practically begging for some contact from Kyle, but he never touched her. Instead, after several minutes on the floor, he crawled out from under the table, adjusted his shorts, and headed out of the kitchen.

“I…I’m going to my room.”

She was so turned on she masturbated right there at the kitchen table, coming so hard she almost fell off her chair. As she passed her son’s room on the way to her own, she heard the unmistakable sounds of his sexing, his door having been left wide open. Leanne was tempted to look in but only listened at the door for a bit.

_____________

Now they were partners in the game. The whole of the following week they indulged in surreptitious communication and touches. Kyle expounded at dinner about how much he liked the color pink. Later he whispered to her that there was another shade of pink he liked even more. He told her he was so clumsy that he was sure he would drop another spoon on Saturday, and he hoped she would be ready. Bud noticed the change in their interaction and chalked it up to the fact that Kyle was leaving in a couple of weeks.

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How long have I spent dreaming of you? I am unsure now, as the days, months, and years have passed me by. I have always considered myself bisexual, enjoying men and women equally, but when I think of you, so many things fall to the wasteside. Here you are now, standing in front of me, naked, bold, and proud. I thought for so long that I scared you. You, being happily married, very straight, but always interested in my sexual encounters, with men and women.

“You are beautiful” I say, meaning each word. You blush, and I am concerned I have made you uncomfortable.

“How can anyone be so stunning in blue jean overalls?” you ask, as I stand, my nipples erect, in front of you in my casual attire.

“I should shower.” I say, as I am suddenly now shy, unsure of myself in front of your beauty that is calling to me. You smile at me, as if you know I am not sure what to do. As you move towards me, I watch your body, long and lean. Your breasts are so perfect, not large nor small, just right. You have shaved recently, you have a small tizzy of new hair growing in over your pussy. Your legs are so tan and long, and your red toenails are sexy and elegant. You touch my neck smoothly with the back of your hand, looking down on me as you are several inches taller than I could ever wish to be.

“Shall I help you?” you ask to my utter amazement. I decide then and there to take charge, full force ahead, not to disappoint you.

“Yes, please.” I casino siteleri say, my courage showing. You unhook my overalls quickly, and they drop to the floor with a soft swoshing sound. I am now naked in front of you, I know you realized I had nothing on but those overalls. My nipples are erect and I can feel the warm tingly feeling between my legs that creates warmth in my tummy. I am now grateful that I took the time to shave my legs this morning in the shower. Your touch runs very softly, gently over the front of my body. Almost as though you were afraid I might break if you put your hands on me. I shiver and I close my eyes. My God, this cannot be happening. The many dreams I have had, the many nights I have spent wishing you were in my bed, while I pleasured someone else. You have never been with a woman, we have talked sex too many times in the past to count. I know I can bring more love and light into your life than you have ever known, and tonight I will show that to you.

I open my eyes and gently pull you towards me, your wet body engulfing my dry one. I kiss you very, very softly, gently to let you know what is to come. Your tongue enters my mouth and the heat in my middle increases. I could swear that sparks flew, electricity ran between us. I lean in quickly and begin the warm water running. Although you have just left this shower, I pull you in again. I sit you on the marble seat at the end of the shower and I move the showerhead so slot oyna it hits your breasts. I kneel in front of you, bar of soap in my hands. I begin to wash you, rubbing your beautiful breasts, your nipples taking notice, and your eyes moving to the back of your head as you tilt your head and moan.

I lick the soap off of them, being gentle, sucking on your nipples. I begin to feel my own juices, running down my legs with the warm shower water. I wash down your body, not touching your womanhood. I cleanse your legs, and kiss your feet, as you bow your back, as if to tell me to touch you . I then stand you up to rewash your long red hair. I massage your scalp, and rub the shampoo all over the front and back of your body. Suddenly you grab me and kiss me, hard, and I know you are ready. Your hand slides between my legs, and you moan as you feel my wetness. Not here, I think, I have dreamt of this for too long. I want you in my bed, among the silk and satin, to become mine.

I shut the shower off, and embrace you with a towel. You reach for me again, kissing me more gently this time, as if to let me know you are mine for the taking. I do not dry off, nor take the time to dry you off completely, as I lead you to my bed. As I lay you down you spread your legs, and I see your heaven. It takes every ounce of control I have to move away, to light candles in the room, put soft music on the stereo.

You are smiling at me as I move over you, on top, canlı casino siteleri halfway, and begin to touch your body.

“I have dreamed about this” you say, and I do not say a word as I begin to kiss your nipples, my hands exploring your thighs at the same time. Your moans become louder as I kiss your nipples, biting them gently, pinching them hard. I put butterfly kisses on your stomach, scared from having your children, and beautiful still. I nibble down the outside of your hips, and move over the inside of your thighs. Again, you spread your legs, and as I see heaven this time, I quickly flick my tongue over your clit. You moan my name, bowing your body up to me, and I begin to use my whole mouth over you, flickering my tongue, inserting my fingers into you, rubbing all the right places.

Your wetness is all over me, your smell makes me high, and I rock with your body until the bliss sets in. You grab my hair, encouraging me to be harder with you. You are calling my name and you tell me as you are coming, you know how much that excites me. I have my own small orgasm as I watch from your mound when you scream and tense up, the waves washing over you, taking you over in such a way that I become part of your heaven. I lick you once more, gently and you shiver, pulling me up on you. You kiss me, full on my mouth, and I feel your soul. I softly run my hands over your body, as you curl up in the fetal position towards me. You open your eyes then, and you tell me that you love me.

“I love you, Jessie” I say, and I am sure this is what life has intended for me. It is to be with this woman, to love her so fully, to bring her to this place and to love her down from it.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

(June 2004)

Heather was awake but afraid to open her eyes. For a long, long time she lay still, pondering over three of life’s great mysteries.

What happened?

Where am I?

Why haven’t I got a hangover?

The answer to the third question was easy. That lucky metabolism of hers rarely did hangovers. She wasn’t totally immune, but she certainly woke hangover-free more often than she deserved.

“What happened?” was, of course, obvious, if only answerable in part. She’d got drunk, as simple as that. She’d started early, anxious about seeing Ingrid again, then . . .

Well, she’d been given a letter but no blonde-haired girlfriend to go with it. Ingrid wasn’t going to show up; she was marrying her tamed Viking instead. There wouldn’t be a big reunion. There wouldn’t be a partner on the long road to Darwin . . .

The news hadn’t been all bad, though. Ingrid wanted her there in Albany to witness the match. No, she wanted her there to play father of the bride. And Claire and the twins wanted her there too; they wanted her there strongly enough to pay her airfare.

All well and good then; her friends still loved her and wanted her to go back. Making the decision to go had taken no time because there had been no decision to be made. She suddenly wanted to see them again so badly it hurt. And so what if Ingrid was getting married? How could a true friend be sad to know she was going to do something that made her happy?

Putting misty memories in order, Heather recalled sitting at the bar; ordering beer after beer . . .

Talking in depth with the two resident barmen . . .

Then it all got hazy and blurred, never mind misty. With the benefit of a boozer’s hindsight, she should have called it a day after she’d seen the photo of Claire and the twins. Quite predictably, she had not. Bugger being sensible, she’d stayed on her barstool and poured her heart out to a couple of complete strangers. And hairy, Aussie male strangers at that!

And then . . .

Well, then it wasn’t misty or even murky. She had a great big black blank. Memories didn’t come into the equation seeing as she hadn’t got any. Presumably someone had picked her up and brought her here.

Wherever “here” was”.

She honestly couldn’t remember leaving the bar. Sad as she was to admit it, she could have left with absolutely anybody of any sex or persuasion. And, as a corollary, she could now be absolutely anywhere.

No wonder she’d daren’t open her peepers!

She was on her back, hands resting on bare thighs, in a bed. Not in the tent or on the campervan’s very thin, very recognizable mattress. Straining her ears, she couldn’t detect evidence of company. And her other senses agreed. There were no touching limbs, no smell of a sweaty man.

Not trusting her intuition, she slid her left hand off her leg, onto the bottom sheet. Moving at snail’s pace, she found the edge of the bed. What, as much as nine inches away?

Who cared? She hadn’t encountered a bedmate. Not that she would have on her favoured left-hand side. If there was a bedmate to be encountered . . .

Steeling herself, she slid her right hand onto the self-same sheet. And, again moving at a snail’s pace, inched right and found the other edge of the bed. It was farther away, maybe a foot, but no bedmate in the way.

The rush of relief surprised her. Having been shagged by a person or persons unknown wouldn’t have been entirely unknown . . .

But thank god it’s not a guy!

The thought startled her, even though it was from the heart.

Then she wondered if she was being complacent. How did she know she hadn’t had company during the night? Fending off anxiety, she put her hands back on her bare thighs and inched them upwards.

Yippee, her shorts were still on. And double yippee, they were still fully fastened. A further inspection confirmed her string-like top was still in place.

Good grief, she thought suddenly, my wallet!

But it was there in her pocket, exactly where it ought to be.

‘Okay,’ she said out loud, at last opening her eyes, ‘let’s get this show on the road.’

The room would have been in total darkness if a blackout blind had been properly closed. As it was, a little askew, bright sunshine burnt a white line across an otherwise indistinguishable carpet.

‘Turned out nice again,’ she said automatically, using her everyday greeting to Ingrid.

Being slow about it, not wanting to trigger one of those rare hangovers, she eased herself upright so she was sitting with her feet on the floor.

All went well; and it was best to be careful. Recollections of her previous excesses were remote but by no means forgotten. One sudden movement could set the contents of her head swilling about, dying brain cells sloshing remorselessly against unforgiving skull walls.

But, thankfully . . . so very thankfully . . . not today.

No, no slosh at all.

She cautiously began to get to her feet and something light but hard rapped against her nose. It was a pull switch and she grabbed it eagerly.

Illuminated, the room casino oyna was tidy but plain and functional. That carpet was a brown that didn’t quite go with the light blue walls. She had it tagged as a guy’s room even before she noticed the absence of mirrors, dressing tables and other feminine necessities.

Okay, she thought stoically. So it was a guy. Live with it! The mission now is to get out of here as soon as. I’ll find my host, ask him the way to the car park then say farewell.

And God help him if he tries to get in my way!

Her trainers were waiting for her neatly by the bed. Still wondering exactly where she was, Heather put them on, crossed the room and opened the blind. Looking out she saw a strip of beach and the blue sea rolling away under a cloudless sky. It was a beautiful view which told her nothing at all. She could have been anywhere in Australia, never mind anywhere in Cairns.

Well, wherever she was, she was upstairs. Hunting for clues, she looked directly down and realization struck her. There was a terrace down there with tables, chairs and parasols. She couldn’t remember leaving the bar because she hadn’t left. This room must be one of the barmen’s.

Being orderly-minded, Heather switched off the light and made the bed. Being curious, she checked the sheets for cum stains while she was at it, finding none.

Further reassured, she had a look in the corridor outside. Stairs going down to her left, a closed door to her right. Two other doors on the opposite side: one closed the other ajar and, from the half-visible sink, evidently the bathroom.

Then she saw the nameplate on the door just across from her. It said “Study” and there was a similar sign on the door to her right. Squinting a little, she made out “Trent”. In fact all the doors were marked. She had, she saw, been sleeping in Greg’s room. Greg was the first barman she’d met. Trent was the other one.

And they weren’t barmen; they were part-owners.

Pleased she’d remembered something at last, Heather locked herself in the bathroom and, after a quick thong inspection, relieved herself. Then she glanced at the shower. Greg had let her sleep in his bed. Surely he wouldn’t mind if she made herself presentable?

Soaping herself under jetting water she had the feeling something was missing. It didn’t take her long to work out what: her nipples weren’t responding at all. And she hardly had any inclination to jill. That was, to say the least, alarming.

Don’t say I’ve lost my sex-drive altogether!

For a second or two her clit didn’t respond to her touch and she began to panic. Then (thank God!) the usual feelings made themselves felt and she quickly brought herself off. And then, determined to be thorough, she popped two fingers inside herself and said hello to Graffy.

That worked too.

Invigorated and refreshed, she “borrowed” a bath towel and dried herself. Dressing took perhaps ten seconds. Then she examined herself in the mirror over the sink. Yet again she thanked that wonderful metabolism of hers. She looked fresh as a daisy and pretty as a picture, even if her hair was a bit of a mess.

There was a shelf under the mirror. It had a toothbrush in a glass on either end and a tube of Colgate in the middle. Heather used the brush on the left, cleaning it scrupulously afterwards. Then, unable to find a comb, she used her fingers to straighten her damp mane, grinning as she did so.

Once upon a time, before she set off travelling, she’d paid her hair a lot of attention, washing it every three days and keeping it dry in-between. Since she’d been living the outdoor life she’d more or less left it to its own devices, letting it get wet in the shower and the sea with abandon. And it had thrived! Okay, it was walking on the wild side just now, but a good brushing and it would be better than ever.

Right then, she concluded. Let’s go face the music.

CHAPTER THIRTY

(June 2004)

Knowing where she was hadn’t changed the plan much. And actually knowing who she was going to be bidding farewell didn’t make a lot of difference either. Resolved to get it over with swiftly, glad she wouldn’t have to ask for car park directions, Heather set off towards the stairs.

The smell of frying food assailed her before she’d got two steps down. Her stomach responded with a loud rumble and she paused a moment, wondering when she’d last eaten. Apart from beer and jerky she (probably!) hadn’t consumed anything the previous day. Maybe she could get the barmen to sell her a bacon butty to go.

Assuming her wallet wasn’t empty.

She had a quick check. There were more notes than she would have expected and her cards were all there. So she hadn’t been robbed, raped or murdered. A hat-trick of lucky coincidences!

‘Cooee,’ she called as she reached the bottom of the flight. ‘Is there anyone there?’

‘I’m in the kitchen,’ an Aussie male called back.

Heather took in the geography of the ground floor. It was a lot bigger than upstairs and there weren’t any helpful nameplates on the doors. Two of them were, however, of the swing variety.

That’s the bar dead slot oyna ahead, she decided. So this must be the kitchen.

Feeling like Clint entering a saloon, she went through the batwings to her left. Greg was standing by a large range, skillet in hand, attending to a frying pan.

‘Good day, Hev’ he said, beaming at her. ‘So there is life after death.’

‘I wasn’t that bad,’ she said reflexively. Then, as he started to laugh, ‘Was I?’

‘I’ve been working in pubs and bars forever,’ he told her. ‘You could say I was born into the trade. I thought I’d seen it all, but I reckoned without you. I have never seen a woman drink the amounts of beer you drank last night. In fact I’ve only ever met one guy who could have kept up with you. And Ox is twice your size.’

‘Ox,’ Heather echoed.

‘That’s what we call him. I don’t know if he has a real name. He’s about seven foot and built like an ox. Most of the time he’s out in the bush, doing God knows what. He calls in here once a month and tries to drink us out of Castlemaine.’

‘And I remind you of him, do I? Gee thanks. You know how to boost a girl’s ego.’

Greg opened his mouth to say something but Heather’s tummy beat him to it. This time its rumble was louder than thunder.

‘Grab a seat,’ he said, pointing to a small table. ‘Breakfast’s coming right up.’

‘I can’t pinch your breakfast,’ Heather protested. ‘And I need to be on my way.’

‘You’re not pinching my breakfast. I had mine hours ago. This is for you. Orange juice is in the fridge, by the way.’

The table was set for one, so Greg probably wasn’t fibbing. And boy, his cooking smelt good. More than a little touched by his thoughtfulness, Heather took a super-sized wine glass from a rack and filled it from an industrial-sized carton. The chilled drink was amazing. She didn’t just feel it go down her throat; she felt all the goodness in it percolating through her whole body. Screened by the fridge door, she helped herself to a second glass.

‘Here we go,’ Greg said, arriving with a large oval plate as she finally sat. ‘That should soak up some of the alcohol.’

Heather was impressed. He’d done her steak, four eggs, bacon, mushrooms and baked beans.

‘The beans are imported from England,’ he said. ‘Most of our diners are Brit tourists. I got sick of them saying Australian Heinz beans aren’t the same, so I set up a standing order with a place in Brisbane. The ketchup’s imported too. So’s the HP Sauce.’

‘You’re too kind. I’ll never eat all this.’

‘I’m sure a girl who can outdrink Ox can cope with a snack like that.’ He laughed again. ‘I’m sorry for going about it, but you were the life and soul of the party last night. All the other bars must have been empty because everyone was in here. And it wasn’t just full of regular boozers. I saw faces last night that usually only come out at Christmas.’

‘You mean they were here to see me?’

‘You bet they were. The bush telegraph service in these parts is red hot. Word soon got round.’

Heather groaned. ‘I hope I didn’t make too much of a fool of myself.’

‘No worries. You didn’t. Everybody was laughing with you, not at you.’

‘What was I doing, exactly?’

‘You were telling risqué jokes, mainly . . . and dancing on the tables.’

‘Get out of here. I only ever do slow, intimate dances. And I never dance on tables.’

Greg got out his mobile and pressed a few buttons. ‘Here, that’s the first of the slideshow.’

‘Good grief,’ said Heather. And, as she progressed from snap to snap, ‘I don’t believe this. You must have superimposed my head onto a raving nutter.’

‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘one in your clothes, with your legs and trainers.’

In most of the photos Heather was on her own on one table or another, apparently defying gravity. In others she had company. One guy in particular seemed to be homing in on her.

‘Who’s he?’

‘I dunno. He’s German or Dutch, I think. He was getting overfriendly so Trent put him out.’ Seeing her expression Greg grinned. ‘Is there a language problem?’

‘”Put out” can be pretty final in English English.’

‘It was nothing like that. Trent didn’t like the drongo anyway. He was inappropriate last weekend, with one of the barmaids. He can be pretty protective, Trent, so I kept my eye on him while he did it; fists were not used.’

‘So he barred the . . . the drongo and escorted him off the premises?’

‘In a nutshell, yes.’

Heather winced. ‘I’m sorry I lost you a customer.’

‘You don’t have to be sorry. Way I see it, we lost the one we didn’t want and gained a hundred. Our takings set all-time records.’

‘Speaking about takings, can you add this to my tab?’ She pointed at her now empty plate. ‘And the price of a bed, of course.’ Then, blushing a little under her tan, ‘Er, I got your bed, didn’t I? Where did you sleep last night?’

‘Through there, in the bar. There’s a bench seat that’s surprisingly comfortable. And don’t worry about tabs. You never started one and there’d be nothing on it anyway. You’ve still got a dozen or so drinks paid on. If you ever come back, that is.’

‘I canlı casino siteleri don’t think I dare show my face again, but thanks for letting me know.’

‘Trust me, Hev; you’ll always be welcome here. And a lot of folk will be upset if you don’t come back. Nearly everybody wanted to take you home with them.’

‘That happens quite often,’ she admitted, blushing again. ‘I’m only surprised I didn’t take anybody up on their offer.’

‘I stopped you more than once,’ said Greg, grinning. ‘I reckoned it was down to me to save you from yourself.’

‘Who put me in bed?’ Heather asked, suddenly remembering how her trainers had been left neat and unfastened, knowing she wouldn’t have left them like that herself.

‘Me and Izzy. She’s our regular barmaid. I’d have done it on my own, but I reckoned it was better to have a chaperone.’

Now Heather really was touched. ‘Thank you,’ she said sincerely. ‘You’ve been incredibly kind. Others might not have been so gentlemanly.’

‘Listen, you’re a beautiful woman. I’m not denying that. But I know about your girlfriend and all. This is just between you and me, never to be repeated to Trent, right?’

‘Right,’ she said, wondering what was coming.

‘She doesn’t advertise it, but my kid sister’s a lesbian. I know how she’d feel if some bastard took advantage while she was drunk. It happened to a friend of hers who attempted suicide over it. No way was I going to let that happen to you last night. And I’m not just saying that because she’d kill me if you got raped on my property.’

‘Thank you,’ Heather said again.’

‘Trent thinks the same way,’ said Greg. ‘He doesn’t even have a sister but, like I said, he can be very protective. And he’s more understanding than he lets on.’

‘Where is he? I’d like to thank him before I go.’

‘He’s gone to get your campervan.’ Greg held up a restraining hand. ‘I confiscated your keys early on. I do that for customers when they reach a certain level. It’s my community service, if you know what I mean. I see it as saving drivers from doing something they’d regret, looking after other road users . . . and taking care of my licence at the same time.’

‘I can’t argue with that,’ said Heather. ‘I’ve heard of landlords who do that back home. I wouldn’t have got behind the wheel, though. I hate drink drivers.’

‘Yeah, you told me that. But you were worrying about the car park.’

‘Was I?’

‘Yeah, Trent told you it gets expensive after twelve hours. I didn’t want you going and bailing it out.’

‘I wouldn’t have. Honestly. Money isn’t that tight.’

‘You probably didn’t look at the tariff. It’s expensive after twelve hours and after twenty-four it gets astronomical. That’s why Trent went when he did this morning. He should be back anytime now.’

‘Great. That’s something else to thank him for before I go.’

‘You’re not thinking of driving today, are you?’ For once Greg wasn’t laughing or grinning. ‘You didn’t hit the sack until three this morning. I’d rather you spent the afternoon on the beach. Your wheels will be safe enough on our car park. It’s free, too.’

Heather nodded. She had no real urge to go anywhere and even less to get breathalysed. She’d also lost the need to scarper. These two strangers had looked after her and taken her in. And, although he hadn’t mentioned it, she just might have been provocative when he tucked her in. Her in drink and in a bedroom? She’d probably suggested a threesome with the chaperone.

How gallant of him, she thought. Men aren’t all bastards after all.

‘Good thinking,’ she said aloud. ‘Am I okay to sleep in the van tonight? On your car park, I mean?’

‘You’re more than welcome to sleep out there until you jet off to Albany.’

‘Oh crap!’ Heather frantically patted her pockets. ‘Ingrid’s letter . . .’

‘Is in the middle till,’ Greg said. ‘Press No Sale and you can’t miss it.’

‘You trust me to go in your till?’

‘You’ve been in my bed and my shower. Why should I worry about a till?’

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

(June 2004)

As Heather had expected, the six weeks ticket was not quite as flexible as Ingrid had made out. It was only valid for certain airlines, for one thing. And the flights from Cairns to Albany weren’t exactly ten-a-penny; leastways, not to the Albany she wanted. She could have got a flight to the one in New York State a whole lot easier.

Securing a place in ten days’ time she hit the beach, not bothering with her surfboard because there weren’t any waves. Then, around about six o’clock when the sun vanished, she went back to the bar.

And did it all again.

Well, she didn’t go totally over the top and did wake up in the campervan. But there were a few more blank spots and again it seemed wisest not to drive.

From then a pattern emerged. Moving on was always going to happen “tomorrow”. Except she’d have another late night and wake late morning, unfit and unwilling to drive. She’d shower and breakfast at Greg’s (using her own towel and toothbrush) then laze the day away on the beach. Greg was, she’d discovered, the senior partner in the bar’s ownership and he flatly refused to take payment for either service. In fact it was a battle to pay for her drinks on a night, what with him “forgetting” to charge and plenty of other customers including her in their rounds.

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I have just returned from a visit back home to my childhood location, I am 57 now but it brought back so many memories of the days of my youth, we lived in a remote part of the country with our nearest neighbour some 25 miles away, my family consisted of Mum, Dad, my older brother and two younger sisters, Jeff my brother and me were almost inseparable when we were young, doing every thing together, he got called up and went off to war in ‘Nam, leaving me at a very loose end, he was five years older than me, most of the people I knew found their little sisters annoying but Jeff loved me so much, and included me in all his games, and adventures, I worshipped the ground he walked on.

We received a letter one day from the military telling us that he had been injured and was in hospital, but not much detail, I was grief stricken, he was my soul mate we talked about every thing and shared so many innocent dreams and plans, after about two weeks of not being able to eat or sleep I begged my Dad to let me go to him, but just as I had worn him down another letter came advising us he was being sent home to convalesce, I went with Dad to meet the train it took most of the day to get to the town, Dad booked into a motel so we could return the following day, when Jeff stepped off the train my heart stopped that strapping fit man who walked with a limp looked more like Dad than my wonderful big brother.

The journey home took most of the following day, when we arrived Mum sent Jeff straight to his room and told me to take him some supper, he sat in the bed looking so old and tired that I cried with him for hours, but persuaded him to take the thick broth my Mother had made for him, over the next few weeks I attended him day and night, I even moved a little bed into his room to be there when ever he needed me, I wanted to be as wonderful a sister as he had been brother to me all those years when I was probably an annoying little brat, nothing out of the way of course we were fairly strict Methodists and even though I helped him to wash and dress it was all very proper, I always averted my eyes when he was naked and deliberately didn’t do anything that might embarrass him, as the days became months he got stronger and I moved back into my own room, we used to take short walks every day to build up his strength.

He was discharged from the military, so started to help around the farm, Dad wasn’t getting any younger and needed more help than I could give him, despite my working full time on the family farm, my eighteenth birthday was one of the biggest parties ever, people came from miles around it was like the summer fair, several of the young men asked me to date them as it was one of the few occasions when we met other people, I took quite a few names and addresses that day, and a lot more kisses, perhaps I would get in touch with them sometime but for now my entire life was getting Jeff back to full health, we walked further each day till at last he could manage the place that was so special to us as kids it was a small wood about two or three acres with the river running through it, we sat on the bank thinking of all the good times we had enjoyed at this spot, he looked at me and said do you still swim in here, I said no not since you left, he said why don’t we take a dip now it will refresh me for the walk home, I told him we had no swimming costumes with us, he smiled and said we didn’t have any then either, that of course was true we simply went skinny dipping, like most other country folk, well kids at least, he said come on Sis we can soon dry out in the sun, and proceeded to take off his clothes.

I casino siteleri sat there thinking it wasn’t the right thing to do, not now we were grown ups, but he stripped off and dived in, I kept my eyes down till he swam to the bank and said come on Sis this is lovely, do it for me, please, I simply couldn’t refuse him he was the most important person in my young life so turning my back to him stripped off, diving in as quickly as possible, knowing just how much I had changed in the years he had been gone, I was no longer a skinny brat my bust was full and due to the hard work I did every day my body was really fit and healthy, and I was well aware of the bush that had grown between my thighs, he thanked me for joining him and we swam around playing like we used too, trying to duck each other, but contact with his naked body was doing things to me I didn’t know could happen, my nipples were hard and sticking out like acorns, it was quite embarrassing.

He suggested we get out to dry our in the sun, this was going to be even more embarrassing there was no water to hide my body, he would see just how much I had changed since we did this last, almost three years ago, it was much too late to do anything about it, so I climbed up the bank and laid on the grass to let the sun dry my wet naked body, I felt really naughty this was not what the preacher had told us to do, we should keep our bodies covered at all times till we were married, and then only our spouses should see us, but he was my brother did it really matter, he came and laid beside me propped up on one elbow looking at me with a strange look in his eyes he said you have grown into a very beautiful woman since I’ve been gone, I bet the boys are after you all the time, I said don’t say things like that it’s not the way we should talk to each other, he replied we could always say anything, noting was ever taboo with us why should it change now you’ve grown up I still love you the way I always have, but now I think you are the most fantastic girl I have ever seen.

All this flattery was going to my head, remember I had lived on a remote farm all my young life never mixing with other people my own age, no one to talk too about growing up, my kid sisters were still only ten and twelve, Mum had told me the facts of life but only as much as she thought I should know, of course living and working on a farm I knew how thing worked animals were doing all the time, we had cattle horses and pigs so mating between them was common place, I had never even seen a girly magazine so didn’t understand the complicated ways of the human animal, he watched me till we were dry then as we got dressed he started to talk to me about boys and what I had done, I admitted I had kissed a few but as soon as they started to get frisky I told them to leave off, in fact you are the only man I have ever seen naked, he smiled and said did you like what you saw, I said I was too embarrassed to look, he said next time you must have a good look so you know what to expect when the time comes, for you to become a real woman.

I remember feeling a funny sort of trembling in my groin as he talked to me about sex between people, he said it’s nothing like the farm animals they do it just to get pregnant, humans do it for fun and to express love for each other, I didn’t understand but nodded my head in the right places, we went down to the river most days after that, mostly in the evening after work was done, he was quite strong again now just a limp to remind us of his near death, and we often raced each other down to the river, never taking swimming costumes with slot oyna us just like in the old days, I was no longer embarrassed by his body nor my own, it was as if we had returned to our younger days both so at ease with the other, he told me to touch his thing, one day as we lay on the grass letting the sun dry our bodies, I didn’t hesitate to be honest I was fascinated by it, sometimes it just hung down quite small and innocent looking but at other time and much more often lately it was sticking out like a flag pole all hard and rigid, I took it in my hand not knowing the effect it would have on me, as soon as my hand wrapped round his cock it stiffened and sent shivers through my body.

Of course I had learned to play with myself and could climax quite easily by rubbing my clitoris, and had played with small cucumbers pretending to fuck myself, I suppose all girls do something like that to experiment, but the feelings I was getting from holding his cock were nothing like that, this was so intense, I realised my pussy was getting wet, and my nipples were sticking out much more that normal, I was getting turned on but didn’t really know it, he said can I touch you, I said yes, not knowing where he meant to touch me, his fingers stroked across my nipples sending shivers down my spine, making me shudder, he said am I frightening you, I said no but you are making me have feelings I have never had before, it’s rather nice but should we be doing this, he said probably not but it will not harm anyone will it, I was not sure, but wanted the feelings to continue, if I thought this was nice I was not prepared for his next move he let his fingers trace a line down my tummy and into the tangle of pubic hair between my thighs, then he stroked across my clitoris, it was about a hundred times as exciting as when I did it to myself, but he still didn’t stop there he let his finger find the opening to my pussy and slip between the folds of my outer lips, as his finger entered me I felt what could only be described as a mini climax, his finger hooked and found what I now know to be my G spot, within minutes I was coming like a train, nothing like this had ever come from my pussy, the orgasms I gave myself were nothing to compare this, my hand gripping his cock as the feeling coursed through my body.

Neither of us said a word just basking in the sun and the wonderful feeling that we had caused, then he rolled on top of me and reaching down between our bodies he inserted his cock into my pussy, I was not prepared for what it felt like, that cucumber didn’t make me squirm like his hot cock did, I without any conscious thought my pelvis tilted up to meet his cock driving it deeper into me, I believed this would be painful, but no, it was pure delight, invading every sense of my body and mind, taking me over so completely, everything in my world was centred on his cock and where it was in my body, then he started to move his hips pulling back just a little then driving it home again, my hips again rising to meet his wonderful thing, I could feel my body beginning to shake as I neared another climax, but if the previous one was good this was off the scale it started in my toes and went up my legs, into my pussy and then on up into my tits eventually erupting in my head, it felt like the top of my head was exploding, the most incredible feelings I had ever experienced, but this was not the end he kept his powerful thrusting, driving me higher and higher, I think I actually feinted because when I realised what was happening he was kneeling between my legs looking quite worried.

We swam again to clean ourselves canlı casino siteleri up, I asked him if he had made me pregnant, I was so naïve, but he assured me he had been careful, we dried out in the sun again then made our way home, there was a very different feeling between us and it worried me, had we done something so terrible? would it spoil our wonderful friendship, all these things pounding through my head as we walked back to the farm house, I went straight to bed, not seeing Jeff till breakfast next morning we didn’t exchange the usual banter, but as soon as we got outside to milk the cows he grabbed my arm and said, I’m so sorry Sis it just got out of hand you looked so beautiful and I lost control, please forgive me, I looked at him and thought what had I got to forgive you made me feel so good, I kissed his cheek and said there’s noting to forgive, we worked side by side all day, even sitting beside each other at the dinner table, at last the work was done we had some free time, oh course we headed for our favourite spot down near the river in the woods, I stripped off my clothes and dived in it was so refreshing and invigorating the cool water sluicing over my naked body, I was eighteen and had never owned a bathing suit just an old one my mother had when she was young, but never one of my own, but did that really matter this was so much nicer, because I was so much more aware of my body, my skin felt more alive, conscience of the water caressing my nipples, as I struck out across the river I was much more aware of the water surging between my thighs, what had happened to me?

We swam for a while letting the water wash away the cares of the day, my mind returning to yesterday would he want to do it again, I secretly hoped so but from his apology this morning I thought it was unlikely, we at last climbed out and lay exhausted on the bank the evening sun warming our bodies I could feel his eyes on me and looked at him, the first thing I noticed his cock was sticking up like yesterday, all hard and impatient, he said we have to stop coming here because I want you so much and it’s not right to want my own sister in this way, I asked him why not, he gave me all the answers that our minister would have but when I answered him that we were also taught not to kill, but he had returned to a hero’s welcome after his tour of ‘Nam, he said that’s different, I said no of course it’s not it’s just the same we do what we have to do and live with the consequence, he looked at me and asked do you want to do it again, I said yes please it’s the most wonderful feeling I have ever had, I want you to do it to me every time we come swimming down here, he said how can I refuse you, and we fell into each other arms, this time it was not quite so intense but just as good, and over the following weeks he taught me how to really enjoy sex, he taught me to blow his cock and he sucked me to climax so many times, he taught me how to be a very sexy woman on that river bank all those years ago, I enjoyed every moment of it and would give every thing I own to have Jeff there with me one more time, on our river bank.

My youngest sister and her husband run the farm now as Jeff died as a result of his injuries, almost a year from that first time, on his death bed he told me I had made his last year on earth the happiest of his life and that I mustn’t cry for him he would be with me every time I made love, I eventually met and married a very good man, who is still with me today, he knows how I learned to please him as I still do, he understands the feelings that can happen between a brother and sister, he was also brought up in almost isolation and had an older sister who taught him how to please a woman, but Jeff was right I have never had sex in all these years without a flash back to the first time down by the river, with my own big brother.

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“Welcome Back Jack from Iraq” read the huge sign I had made for my brother’s homecoming. I was pleased with the rhyme. Jack was 21 and was returning after 13 months stationed in and around Baghdad. He was a genuine war hero. He had the Bronze Star to prove it.

I had convinced my baby brother to stay at our place with my husband and me for a few days. However, shortly after arriving in our home and having dinner, Jack’s friends came by to pick him up and take him off to the bar for a reunion party. Judging from the look in my brother’s eyes when he got off the plane, he needed to get laid and had every intention of doing so tonight.

As we had planned on spending the evening with our war hero, my husband, Tommy and I now realized we had the place to ourselves as it appeared that Jack would be gone the entire night. Tommy took advantage of the newly-found solitude and dragged me into the bedroom where he fucked my brains out for a delightful hour before falling into a deep sleep. He was out for the night.

I threw on a nightgown and went out to the kitchen to clean up from dinner. As I was finishing in the kitchen, I heard Jack coming in.

“Hey,” I said. “I thought you’d be out all night.”

Jack shrugged and replied “So did I.”

I was surprised. “What happened to the ladies?”

Jack looked forlorn as he said “They never showed up.

Jack threw himself down on the couch. He looked fragile. I sat down in a chair across from him.

“I’m sorry, Bro. I know you wanted to have a big night.”

Jack sort of smiled, but as he looked at me, he turned red and quickly looked away. “You have no idea.”

“I think I do,” I replied. “You needed to get laid after so much time away.”

Jack turned even redder. He then looked me up and down and said, “I wish you would put on something else, Amy. You’re making me uncomfortable.”

At that point, I realized that the nightie I had chosen was one of my “peek-a-boo’s”. It was so sheer that Jack could easily see my breasts through the filmy material.

Perhaps I should describe myself. I am a very cute, 5 feet 4 inches tall brunette. I have what guys often describe as a “killer rack.” My knobs are 34D and nicely stretch out any shirt that I put on. I have very dark areolas that are often visible through light-colored shirts. But, my girls are capped with really big nipples that jut out when I get excited. When I walk into a room full of guys, the conversation often comes to a halt. I call this my “boobie power.” One day, I will use it to take over the world.

Anyway, I suddenly became aware that I was wearing a nightgown that I would normally put on for only one purpose — to get Tommy’s dick as hard as iron. Luckily, I had also thrown on a little pair of blue panties. Otherwise, my brother might have been able to catch a glimpse of my sweet, little casino oyna quimby through the material.

I was about to get up and go into the bedroom to get changed, when it suddenly hit me: perhaps Jack might actually like the view of my breasts. I know this thought should have filled me with shame. Instead, it gave me a small tingle in my downtown.

“Jack,” I said, sitting up straighter. “Were you with any women over in Iraq?” I put a sweet smile on my face.

He paused. “There were some girls over there,” he said shyly. “You know, pros. But, I didn’t do anything with them.” Jack took a quick look at my guns and looked away. I decided to move in closer.

I got up and walked over to the coffee table directly in front of the couch where Jack was sitting. “Sweetheart, it’s okay to look at my tits. Go ahead. I know you want to.”

Jack kept looking down at the carpet. He replied, “This isn’t right. You’re my big sister.”

I leaned forward even more. Now I was only about a foot away from Jack’s head. “I know, honey. But, there’s no harm in looking. You used to sneak peeks all the time when you were a teenager.”

Jack looked up at my face and smiled in obvious embarrassment. “I hoped you hadn’t noticed.”

I smiled back at him and said, “You were pretty blatant, and my hooters were very prominent back then, right?”

Jack lowered his eyes to my mounds. “They still are ‘prominent’. In fact, they’re beautiful.” He kept staring at my girls, almost in fascination.

Jack was brave in Iraq. I decided to be brave in my living room. I grabbed the straps of my nightie and slipped them over my shoulders. In one move, I had the nightgown down around my pelvis. Jack sucked in his breath suddenly in surprise.

Before he could protest, I said, “I want you to have a better view, Jackie. You deserve it.”

My brother didn’t say a word. His face broke into a large grin like a child on Christmas morning. He continued gaping at my beauties. I don’t know what came over me next. I leaned forward and pulled Jack’s head into the wonderful chasm between my breasts. “There you go, baby.” Jack offered no resistance.

After a few seconds in this position, Jack surprised me. He brought his right hand up and tentatively placed it on the side of my boob. I decided to one-up him by grabbing both of his hands and placing them directly on my tits. All the while, Jack’s head continued to snuggle securely in my cleavage. But, I swear I could feel his smile grow wider.

We stayed that way for a minute: Jack’s head between my boobs, his strong hands gently cradling them. It was almost as if we were afraid to do anything further. Then Jack began to rub his fingers over my nipples. If done right, this maneuver makes me a little crazy. Trust me, Jack was doing it right. Little sparks of pleasure were shooting from my slot oyna breasts down to my pussy.

The only problem was that my back was starting to ache from leaning forward. Without saying a word to my brother, I suddenly stood up. Jack looked like a toddler who had his favorite toy snatched away without warning. His lips started to form into words, but he did not say a thing. I guess he assumed that we had gone too far, and that I was bringing our encounter to an end.

To his delight, I then looped my fingers into the sides of my negligee, and pushed it down over my hips to the floor. I was standing before Jack wearing the briefest of silky, blue panties. These babies barely come up to the top of my slit in the front. In the rear, although they are not a thong, there is very little material. I spun around slowly so that my bro could take in the view of my entire package. I swear, the man had tears in his eyes.

I walked seductively over to Jack and perched on his lap, straddling his legs. He wasted no time: his mouth went directly for my over-sized nipples which were sticking out almost a full inch. Jack began working those honeys like a pro. When he finished with one, he would immediately switch over to the other side. I was in heaven. But, I was not out of it to the point where I failed to notice the substantial tent pole jutting up in Jack’s lap. It was angled right between my soft thighs. It felt very nice.

I could have stayed like that for a long time. However, as all men are wont to do, Jack started to go too far. I felt his hand wandering down my abdomen toward the top of my little panties. When he began to touch my cunt through the fabric, I pulled his hand away. For one thing, he was still my brother. But, to be honest, my real fear was that if he got into my panties, he would get a handful of the goo that Tommie had so lovingly injected there an hour earlier. That would not have been nice for either of us.

Instead, I gently slid off his lap to the carpeted floor. I knelt in front of my brother and brought my hands up to the raging erection in his lap. Jack moaned loudly as I massaged his boner through his pants. I then reached over to his belt and began to unfasten it and to unbutton his pants. If he had any reservations about his 26 year-old sister sliding his pants down and revealing his engorged penis, Jack didn’t utter them. Like that, I had his pants and boxers down around his ankles. Quickly thereafter they were off all together.

I looked at his shiny erect cock. It was beautiful. Though not as large as Tommie’s monster, it was certainly big enough. I smiled up at Jack as I lowered my head to it. I kept eye contact as I licked his wand from the base all the way up to the tip. Jack threw his head back and sighed audibly. I ran my lips all along the sides of his ya-ya. He seemed to like it. He had a little canlı casino siteleri bit of clear liquid forming at the hole. I licked this up. I love the dewy taste of pre-come.

I then slipped my lips over his purplish head. I sucked on Jack’s swollen tip while he worked his hands through my hair and moaned. After a minute or so of this pleasant activity, I pulled my mouth off of his cock and gazed up at him.

I looked him squarely in the eye and said, “This is on behalf of a grateful nation, soldier.” I then swallowed every inch of his wiener.

To let you in on a secret that very few men have learned over my adult lifetime: I have no gag reflex. When I was a kid, a doctor accidently cut out my uvula (that little thing that hangs down in the back of the throat) during a tonsillectomy. As a result, I have the ability to swallow men’s penises whole. They go all the way down my throat.

Jack saw his dick disappear in less than a second. The next thing he knew, my lips were resting firmly upon the top of his ball sack. I stayed there for a second and then slowly pulled his dork out of my throat and mouth.

I smiled up at him, and he said, “Oh my god. That was amazing.” I asked, “Would you like me to do it again, baby brother?” All Jack could do was to dumbly nod his head.

This time I went down even further and sucked a portion of his testicles into my mouth. He grunted. I came up for air. On the next trip down, I kept my tongue out and licked his balls while his dick was part-way down to my stomach. My husband, Tommy likes this move a lot. So did Jack.

I pulled out and said, “Jack, I have one more surprise for you.” My brother looked down at me like it was Christmas and his birthday rolled into one. I sunk my head back down into his crotch.

Tommy likes his blow jobs. I tend to spend a lot of time with his penis in my throat. Over the years, I have developed the ability to wrap my throat muscles around the head of the dick. I am told that this is a very pleasant sensation. This time, I did it to Jack’s cockhead and he exploded. Although I could not see the look in his eyes, I’m sure they were bugging out of my brother’s head. Instead, I felt his hot semen rushing down my throat toward my belly.

I’m not the biggest fan of cum. It tastes like sour milk sometimes. However, I have learned that a man’s orgasm in the back of my throat avoids this unpleasant sensation. There is a little bit of residual cum when I pull the dick out of my mouth. But, all in all, this is a win-win situation. I certainly get no complaints from the boys.

Jack was spent. His little soldier was lying softly in his lap. I got up and kissed my younger brother gently on the forehead. “We’re all so proud of you, Jack. Put your pants back on and get ready for bed. I love you.”

Jack smiled up at me. Then a look of guilt clouded his sweet fact. He opened his mouth to say something. I placed my finger over his lips. “Don’t,” I said. “You know from what you saw in Iraq that there are much worse things in the world.”

He just nodded. I went in to join Tommy in bed.

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Everything in the garden was lovely. My mother, Karla, the randy 50-year-old, was in a sensationally steamy affair with my former lover, bikini model Sharon. I, equally randy as mom, was having a similarly steamy affair with Karen, another bikini model, who Sharon had introduced to me.

Looking back on it, the introduction was obviously a ploy so that Sharon could satiate her 20-year-old lusts on my mother’s still statuesque figure. It didn’t worry me, Karen – also 20, bikini models have a “thing” about being 20 – was a pert- blue-eyed blonde with a 36-23-35 body to die for, as they say.

At 32, my figure’s not exactly dusty, either. My part-Hawaiian, part-French looks were superbly complimented by a gym-toned 38-26-36 figure that also got a lot of work outs in bed, courtesy of the lovely Karen. And some of the moves she used in between the sheets she didn’t pick up at high school in her native Wisconsin, I can tell you.

It was, of course, all far too good to last. I got the bad news one Monday afternoon. I had shut my art gallery early and called Karen’s mobile.

“Hi, I’m hungry,” I told her. “Get your pretty little body up here.”

Karen made some feeble joke about “running” to her car, equating it with the way her pussy became lubricated when I talked bossy to her. She also became lubricated when I played my favourite Hawaii 50 flogging game with her. She was now an ardent devotee of being lightly whipped prior to our lovemaking sessions.

I walked through the trees up to my home, stripped nude and lay back on the bed, my fingers flickering over my pussy, thinking how Karen would soon be worshipping me down there with her inventive little tongue.

I heard her crash into the house, and then there was a pause. I heard her panting outside the bedroom door. Then she moved into the room and stood, posing at the foot of the bed.

She was a vision of sheer “Suck me, fuck me” eroticism. She was wearing one of those monokini things, made of shiny green metallic material. It was really just thin strips of material which covered her strategic bits – her lush little nipples and her pudenda.

And it was her pudenda that caught my gaze. The green material gleamed on her mound, it was amazing that the strip between her thighs did not reveal her labia lips. She twirled around and I saw just a sliver of green between her gorgeous buttocks.

“Leave it on!” I gasped, casino oyna “you utterly divine little bikini model harlot. Get up here.”

I patted the bed beside me and Karen dived onto the bed. Our mouths met in a mashing, crashing kiss, and my hands roamed over her suntanned, toned, taut young body. Then I slipped the upper straps aside and went for her erect, rosebud nipples.

Karen moaned as I sucked strongly on them, trying to fill my mouth with her breasts. Then, aware that she was even hotter lower down, I traced my tongue over her chest, down across her lovely little navel and on to her pudenda.

I kissed eagerly on her mons, the metallic material making a slight scratching noise as it rubbed against her little blonde thatch of pubic hair, the wisps of hair crinkly to the feel of my tongue.

“Oh migod, you smell divine,” I said, licking now lower, along the outlines of her sex lips through the garment. Then, with a rough grab, I jerked the gusset – if such a small strip of material could be given that name – aside and gazed at her oh-so-perfect pussy.

The lips were glistening with the dew of her sex juices and I lapped it up, hungrily. Then, as I really started to make her writhe, Karen pulled from me and sat up.

She was looking radiant, oh-so-fuckable, but she placed a finger to my mouth. “I have some news,” she said. “I think it’s great, but you’re not gonna like it.”

I sat up, instantly aware that this was going to be “Good-bye”. “You’re leaving me,” I said, in what I now recall was a flat monotone.

“I’ve been offered a job in Los Angeles,” she said. “I know I’ll hate LA, especially after here, but it’s to work with one of the major bikini photographers. He shoots in locations out in the desert, and in Nevada and Arizona, sometimes down in Mexico.”

I must have looked dreadful, because Karen fell onto me and hugged me. “Oh, Darla, my darling Darla, it’s too good a career move for me to refuse,” she said, stroking my hair, our breasts rubbing together.

I tried to pull myself together. “Of course, you must take it,” I told her, although another part of me was screaming “No, fucking no, stay, stay, please!”

“It’s great pay, and I can become really famous, he says,” Karen told me. “He’s even go to set up a website for me,” she said.

“And when does all this happen?” I asked.

Karen looked a little ashamed. “I’ve got everything packed, slot oyna my flight’s in three hours,” she said.

“And this?” I asked, pointing to her disgustingly erotic monokini. “What was all this about?”

“I just wanted to say good-bye in a really sexy outfit, something for you to remember me by,” she said.

“That’s nice,” I said, as calmly as I could.

Then Karen stroked my breasts and asked in a hushed voice: “You know our little whipping game, Hawaii 50?”

“Of course I know it,” I said, tersely, “I taught you to love it, remember?”

She nodded. “Well, I want to play it on you,” she said.

“Why not?” I said, rather remotely and then I couldn’t help my sarcasm dripping as I added, “after all, you must have something to remember me by, as well.”

Karen leaped up and went to my bedside drawer, extracted the four silk stockings I used to tie her down spreadeagled on the bed before her whippings.

She deftly tied me to the bed’s four corners, then stepped out of her monokini and picked up the five-tailed lash from the bedside table. Clambering back onto the bed, she straddled my face, hers pointing down to the foot of the bed.

For the last time I inhaled her glorious pussy perfume as her sex slithered across my face, then I felt the flogger’s caress along my crotch. Then again, then another and then there was silence.

That silence was soon broken by the sound of sobbing. Then Karen climbed from me, lay down between my spread wide thighs and I heard her whisper: “I can’t do it, I’m a floggee, not a flogger.”

Then her tongue was flickering all over my anus, my cunt, my labia lips, my clitoris, my wetness down there mingling with her tears as they dropped onto my pussy. Soon I was again carried away by her inventive mouth, lips and tongue, until I crashed through to a tearful orgasm – by the time I came, we were both bawling our eyes out.

Karen stood up, wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and untied my left wrist from the bedpost. Next she draped the gusset of her wicked little monokini across my face, the wonderful perfume still strong.

“I’m leaving now, darling,” she whispered. “You can free yourself when you hear my car go down the drive. Please, don’t call me – and don’t come to the airport, I hate good-byes at airports.”

Then she leaned down and pressed her mouth against the gusset of the metallic green garment, canlı casino siteleri pushing it harder against my mouth.

“I love you,” she whispered, and then she was gone.

I lay back, tears still sliding down my cheeks, but I didn’t care. I heard her old car banging down the drive but I did nothing to release myself from the bondage. Instead, my fingers strayed down to my pussy and I began to touch myself. I was soon working my way to another climax, but I wasn’t thinking of my fingers, I was thinking of the way her glorious mouth had driven me to the heights of passion only a few minutes before.

For the rest of the week I moped around the house. Mom and Sharon called, expressed their regrets, but soon left to continue their steamy affair. I couldn’t blame them, I wasn’t very good company.

I worked in the art gallery, desultorily going through the motions of trying to be interested in selling paintings to people, when I really didn’t give a damn.

Finally, the week-end dawned. I worked out in the gym on Saturday, had a hugely sweaty hour and a half, felt ravishingly hungry and went down to a Mexican eatery I love, just off Kuhio.

Then I called into Sharon’s apartment, interrupted her and mom in a mid-afternoon passion session, told them I was “over her” and was getting on with my life.

Sunday, just after dawn, I climbed into the Porsche and drove down to Waikiki, then decided to move further along the beach, past Fort de Russey to the almost deserted Ala Moana Park.

I sprinted into the surf, wallowing in the water, thrashing around wildly, before calming down and doing lengths up and down just past where the breakers were banging down.

On my return to the beach, I picked up my towel and walked about 50 yards to one of the cold water shower stations.

There, standing in the middle of the large concrete slab, water cascading smoothly all over her dark brown flesh was a woman like me – obviously part-Hawaiian, I mean.

She was wearing a little black bikini and the water from the shower nozzle gave it a sleek, wet look appearance. Her breasts were full and firm, her thighs toned, with rippling muscles.

Her hair was long and jet-black. She was pretty and I estimated about my age, if not a little older.

Then I saw the anklet.

I placed my towel on a nearby table and waited for her to finish.

She stepped out from under the cascading water, which she left on for me, and flashed me a million megawatt smile.

“Hi,” I said, smiling back at her. “Tell me, is that a slave anklet you’re wearing, or simply a fashion accessory?”

The End

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