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Harriet’s itching had almost disappeared after her rendezvous in the bathroom. However, as soon as she went to her next class and her juices had started to dry, the itching returned with a vengeance. Due to the sticky remains of her secretions and the friction, the itching powder was driving her mad. She endured the torture as long as she was able, but at last she could stand it no more. She excused herself from class and went to the principal’s office. There, she explained that she was having stomach problems, although she was sure from the way the principal had looked knowingly at her while her legs squirmed, that the woman assumed she was having problems of a different sort.

The good news was that finally Chloe was called to the office and Harriet was going to get to go home where she could get some privacy and relief from the maddening itch. Chloe had acted all concerned and nice in front of the principle, which pissed Harriet off to no end. However, as soon as they were safely in the car, Chloe reverted back to her usual hateful self.

“What’s the matter you little pervert? They didn’t allow you to masturbate in class?” Chloe laughed.

Though she was just joking, her mean comments hit too close to home for Harriet. The poor girl hadn’t been able to sooth the itching at all for the stares and comments of her classmate’s.

Harriet started crying in shame as she remembered the accusations and what had happened in the restroom.

“Let me see what it looks like Hari. You are probably just trying to play hooky.” Chloe said.

Hari reluctantly pulled her dress up and slid her panties to the side. Chloe was taken aback when she saw the red irritated condition of Harriet’s pussy. The itching powder package *had* warned against putting the powder on genital areas, but where the hell else was Chloe going to put it? It was a simple fact: Itching powder was supposed to be put in underwear. What Chloe needed to do was to find a way to dispose of the evidence, because as soon as her mom got home, she was sure Harriet was going to the doctor.

“It looks like you’ve been masturbating too much is all. Got your self all damp down there. What you need to do is take your panties off and let that nasty thing air out.”

Harriet was surprised by her cousin’s concern. Maybe Chloe wasn’t all bad after all. Harriet took off her panties and Chloe snatched them out of her grasp. Soon, the evidence of the practical joke was laying on the side of the road as the panties were discarded out the window of the car.

Meanwhile, Harriet struggled against the wind, as it attempted to raise her skirt and expose her sex.

“Let it go, so the wind can dry it, dummy,” Chloe admonished.

Harriet let go of her skirt and noticed that Chloe was right. It did appear that the wind relieved her condition, but it still itched rather badly. Just not the insane itching she experienced earlier. Unknowingly, her finger had began to tease her slit, while she sat with her hand over her lap. Chloe was beginning to grow aroused herself, as she watched with great interest, while Harriet continued masturbating with greater and greater obviousness.

“Stop it you little freak! Wait till I tell mom!” Chloe warned.

Harriet snatched her hand off her sex and pulled her skirt back down. “Please don’t tell. Please,” she begged.

“Maybe I won’t, but first, put your hands behind your back, since you obviously can’t control yourself, pervert.”

Harriet sat with her hands behind her back, in utter humiliation the rest of the way home, her skirt blowing in the wind and her sex visible to anyone who passed their car. “Please God, don’t let anyone see me. Please God, don’t let anyone see me,” she whispered over and over again. She knew she shouldn’t be feeling aroused from being displayed this way and wondered what was wrong with her.

Once they were home, Chloe knew from the look of Harriet’s irritated pussy, the girl would be going to the doctor when her mom got back. The panties had already been discarded, now all that remained was a quick bath to clean up the rest of the evidence.

“Come on Hari, let’s get you a bath before mom gets home, because you *smell*!” Chloe laughed and jabbed Harriet in the ribs, before hauling the thin girl to the bathroom and drawing the bath. Harriet felt her cousin tugging her shirt up over her head, soon it was off and Chloe reached around for the clasp to Harriet’s bra.

“Stop – wait Chlo, I can do it myself,” Harriet protested and struggled against the larger girl.

Chloe made an obvious show of wrinkling her nose in distaste. “Ewww, your breath smells like fish. What did you casino siteleri have for lunch today?”

‘Oh God,’ thought Harriet, as she remembered licking her pungent juices off of Jenny’s fingers. She immediately stopped protesting and allowed Chloe to remove her bra so that her cousin wouldn’t deduce the source of the odor.

Soon, her erect nipples were displayed to the hungry gaze of the cousin. “Aw, look at the teenie breasts. They are so precious.”

The moment Harriet placed her hands over her breasts; Chloe jerked the small girl’s skirt down to her feet. “Yuck, there’s that smell again,” she chided, making an obvious show of tracing it back to its very wet and aroused source . . . Harriet’s pussy. “Disgusting.”

Harriet wanted to curl up and die from embarrassment. She moved one of her hands from her breasts to cover her sex, but Chloe slapped it away. “No Hari, no touching it. You’ll only make the rash worse.” Then she pushed the reluctant girl into the bath and forced her to sit down. Harriet watched her cousin with growing trepidation as the larger girl took off her shoes and socks, followed by her mini-skirt. ‘She can’t possible expect to get in the bath with me!’ wondered Hari. Much to Harriet’s relief, Chloe didn’t get into the tub with Harriet. Instead, she sat on the edge of the bathtub, with Harriet between her spread legs.

Chloe squirted some bath gel on her left hand and moved it toward Harriet’s crotch, causing the embarrassed girl to squeeze her legs tightly together. “I-I-I can do it m- myself,” stuttered Harriet.

“No, I know what you want to do, you little masturbator!” jibed Chloe. Instead of trying to batter her way past the tightly clenched knees, she lathered and massaged Harriet’s stomach and thighs, until the small girl began to relax her guard.

“Come on Hari, you know this has to be done,” soothed Chloe.

Harriet reluctantly spread her legs and allowed her cousin to bathe her. She hated being in the position and anticipated some sort of cruel trick. However, soon the teasing fingers drove these doubts from her mind.

“There, that’s not so bad, is it?” cooed Chloe.

“No,” whispered Harriet, suppressing a moan.

Soon, Harriet’s legs were spread wide, as Chloe openly fondled her cousin. “Wait, right here and I’ll be right back with something for the itching.” Chloe got up and pulled the drain to the bathtub. She wrapped a towel around her middle, and turned to leave, but hesitated at the door before looking back suspiciously at Harriet. She reached underneath the towel and pulled off her panties and held them stretched in her hands between her index fingers and thumbs. “Here Hari, hold these — just like this,” she demanded.

Harriet obeyed, unthinkingly, wondering what her cousin was up to. “Those wet fingerprints better only be in those two spots when I get back,” she warned. “Otherwise, I’ll know you were playing with yourself.” Then she turned and walked away smiling, leaving Harriet, naked, cold, and alone in the bathroom staring at the panties.

Harriet was sitting as modestly as possible, while obediently holding the panties as she had been ordered, when Chloe returned carrying a small bowl. She was also blushing profusely, because she had smelled the scent of her cousin’s panties while she was gone and she hoped Chloe wouldn’t somehow notice.

Once again, Chloe sat down on the edge of the tub again straddling her cousin. When Harriet looked up, she was struck dumb, by the fact that she could see Chloe’s naked sex where the towel had fallen away. She was so caught up in the sight of her cousin’s downy fur that she was completely unaware of Chloe dumping the contents of the bowl out on her sex until it was too late.

“Ohhhh…” Harriet moaned at the warm sensation. “What are you doooing?” she groaned out loud, as the Chloe began to massage the mixture into her sex.

“This will help sooth your rash,” stated Chloe as she continued her ministrations. Her fingers made squishing sounds in the oatmeal, while they danced along Harriet’s sex. “How does that feel Hari?”

Harriet struggled to keep her eyes off her cousin’s pussy as she looked up. “Yes,” she breathed. “It – it feels good.”

“Were you staring at my pussy Harriet?”

“No,” Harriet blushed, looking away, but not before her gaze lingered on the blond fur of Chloe’s crotch.

“Yes you were, you little liar! Look at the way you are blushing.”

“I’m not lying,” Harriet snapped. “Why would I want to look at your ugly pussy anyway!” Harriet instantly regretted her choice of words as soon as they slipped out of her mouth.

Chloe’s gaze hardened to cold steel and she withdrew her hand from Harriet’s sex. Then she wiped the oatmeal off on Harriet’s face, causing Harriet to turn her head away from her cousin.

“Look at me Hari!” Chloe demanded.

Harriet opened her eyes and looked up, only slot oyna to be blinded by a bright flash. ‘Oh no, a picture camera!’ thought the horrified girl.

“You’re the one with the ugly pussy. Look how gross it looks covered in oatmeal. I wonder what the girls at school will think you were doing or how you got oatmeal on your mouth as well. Hee-hee, maybe I’ll tell them that’s how you eat your breakfast!” Chloe laughed at Harriet’s distress.

Harriet moved to get up out of the tub with tears in her eyes, but Chloe put a hand on her head and forced her back down. “I’m warning you Harriet, if you try to get this camera, I’m gonna make copies and post them all over the school.”

Harriet slumped down in the tub and sobbed.

“There, that’s better,” Chloe said, patting Harriet on the head. “Now, I remember you saying something about my pussy. What was that you said, Hari?”

With her head hanging down in defeat, Harriet muttered, “It’s pretty. You pussy is pretty.”

Chloe slid to the bottom end of the tub, leaning against the wall with her legs spread. “You’re not even looking at it now. Look at it and tell me again.”

Harriet turned and looked at her cousin’s sex. From the light triangle of blonde hairs to her smooth pink skin, Harriet had to admit that it was pretty. ‘Why does she have to be so much prettier than me?’ Harriet wondered. “It’s beautiful Chloe,” she said blushing.

Harriet couldn’t believe how uninhibited her cousin was, she actually reached her right hand down and spread her nether lips between her index and middle finger. “Is it the prettiest pussy you’ve ever seen?” Chloe asked, practically preening.

“Y-yes, it’s the prettiest p-pussy I’ve ever seen.” Harriet wondered silently why it was making her so flushed to look at her hateful cousin in this manner.

“Is it better than Jenny’s?” Chloe asked, suddenly serious.

‘Oh God, how much does she know,’ wondered Harriet in horror. She knew she had to play along at least long enough to find out what Jenny had told her. The situation suddenly went from bad to worse for Harriet. “Y-yes . . . It’s better than J-jenny’s.”

“Jenny said you touched hers. Touch mine and see if it feels nicer.”

Harriet turned around and knelt in the tub in front of her cousin. Having no other choice, she traced a finger along the petals of her cousins pink flower. She glanced up only to see her cousin’s gaze bearing down on her. Harriet’s eyes lowered and stared at the blonde sex spread in front of her eyes.

“Well?” Chloe asked.

“I-it feels n-nicer, Chloe,” Harriet muttered, withdrawing her hand.

Chloe grabbed Harriet’s hand and brought it back up to her sex. “Like Jenny. Do it like you did for Jenny,” Chloe demanded.

‘Oh God, she wants me to toss her off!’ thought Harriet, horrified at the prospect. However, she didn’t see a way out of her dilemma; Chloe not only had pictures, but had found out what she had done in the bathroom as well. Her fingers slowly began to trace the familiar contours of her cousin’s sex.

Poor Harriet couldn’t think of a more debasing position she could be in. There she was, naked and kneeling between Chloe’s spread legs, bringing her to orgasm with her fingers. At first, Harriet tried to do it as fast as possible to minimize her humiliation. However, Chloe wasn’t pleased with this and began to direct her actions.

“Slow down Hari, we’ve got all the time in the world. Work your finger in my pussy. Mmmmm, that feels good. Now stroke it up and down between my lips. Oh yeah, now move it in circles around my clit. Fuck Hari! I see why you play with yourself all the time now – you are so fucking good at it. Uh-uh-oh” Chloe’s face scrunched up in pleasure and her hips began to pump in time with Harriet’s fingers. “Oh fuck! Here it comes! Faster! Faster! Faster! Ahhhhhh . . .” she moaned, as she climaxed on Harriet’s skillful fingers.

Harriet was just glad it was finished. She moved to get up, but Chloe had other plans.

“No, not yet Hari – you said my pussy looks better and feels better, but how does it smell?”

Harriet inhaled the aroma of Chloe’s sex. It was musky and not distasteful. Harriet secretly wished it wasn’t. It was only fair for her cruel cousin to have a pussy that stunk, but it wasn’t the case. “It smells nice,” she replied, keeping her eyes downcast.

“Does it smell better than Jenny’s?”

Harriet’s blush spread down to her smallish breast, as she wondered just how much Chloe knew about what had happened with Jenny in the bathroom. “Y-yes, it smells n-nicer than Jenny’s.” Harriet didn’t know which girl smelled the best, but she did know what Chloe wanted to hear.

“Does it smell better than chocolate chip cookies?”

“Y-yes,” she replied. Harriet couldn’t believe her cousin’s nerve. Nor could she believe that being treated in this manner was turning her on.

“Does it *taste* better?” canlı casino siteleri Chloe said, licking her lips.

“No, n-not that,” Harriet said, shaking her head rapidly, as she backed away from Chloe. There was no way the young girl could rationalize that. First of all, this was her cousin. Secondly, it wasn’t as if it was just a kiss on her breast or bottom. There really wasn’t much difference between the skin on someone’s cheek, than on their ass or their breast. However, after her orgasm Chloe’s sex was swollen and covered in her sexual honey.

Chloe advanced on her cousin who was huddled on the other side of the tub. “What? Is my pussy not good enough for you?”

“N-No,” Harriet stuttered. “It’s not that, it’s just-“

“It’s just *nothing*,” Chloe interrupted. “Jenny said you tasted hers and you tasted yours. Now, I want to know whose is the best and I want to know *right now*!” Chloe grabbed Harriet painfully by the nose. “Okay?”

Harriet couldn’t even shake her head because Chloe was still pinching her nose. “Okay . . . I’ll do it,” she said, in a very nasal tone.

She brought her hand up that she had pleasured her cousin with earlier and tasted the remnants of the dried nectar. It tasted much like the flavors she had tasted earlier, no better or worse. However, she knew Chloe didn’t want to hear that. “It tastes delicious — even better than Jenny’s.”

“No Hari, I don’t care how your finger tastes. I want to know if my pussy tastes better.” Chloe stood above Harriet and spread her labia between her fingers.

Harriet knelt at her feet, staring fearfully at her pussy. “Come on Hari, stop being stupid and taste it and you better not try doing anything nasty,” Chloe warned.

‘Well, at least she doesn’t think I’m doing anything sexual,’ Harriet thought, slightly relieved. Seeing no way out of her situation except by giving in and doing as Chloe asked, Harriet stuck out her tongue and touched the most convenient part of Chloe’s intimate anatomy . . . her clit.

“Ugh!” Chloe spat, grabbing a bar of soap. “I warned you not to try anything. Why I ought to wash your mouth out with soap for sneaking a lick on my button!” Then, her gaze softened as she changed her mind. “But, then you wouldn’t be able to tell me who tasted the best. Do it right this time,” she demanded menacingly.

Harriet moved her head towards Chloe’s sex once again. She looked at it, but was scared of messing up again and getting punished. “I’m sorry Chloe, but I don’t know what you want me to do,” she whined.

“Well, why didn’t you ask the first time, silly. Stick your tongue out all the way. Yes, like that, but cup it into a little bowl. Now, put it at the bottom of my opening. Ahhh . . .”

Harriet couldn’t believe what she was doing. She couldn’t make an excuse for it; she had touched her tongue on a pussy. ‘Does this make me a lesbian?’ she wondered.

“Yes, Hari, that’s good, but don’t just use the tip, use your whole tongue. Mmmmm, just pretend you are eating ice- cream and lick it all the way to the top now.” Chloe was elated. She had succeeded in getting Harriet to lick her pussy. Not only that, but Harriet had also masturbated in public and fingered two girls. The best part of it was – Chloe was responsible for it all.

Now, Chloe had always enjoyed getting her own way – who doesn’t? But, she had discovered something else. She got off on the power and control she exerted over her cousin. She never felt as alive as she felt at that moment. She determined then and there that she wasn’t going to let that feeling go, whatever the cost.

“How does my pussy taste, Hari?”

“It tastes nice,” muttered Harriet.

“Just nice? Jenny said you loved hers.”

Harriet paused and looked down. “I love yours too, Chloe.”

Chloe put her hand underneath Harriet’s chin and tilted her head up, so that she could look in her eyes. “Who has the prettiest, best smelling, softest, and best tasting pussy in the world, Hari?”

“Y-you do Chloe. Y-your p-pussy is the best,” Harriet said, blushing profusely. She hated being humiliated by her cousin like this, but she would do it all again if she could satisfy the burning frustration boiling in her sex.

Chloe practically beamed with pride. If there was one thing Chloe liked besides getting her way and that was when people told her she what she already knew so well; that she was better than everyone else.

“I thought so. Turn around so we can get you cleaned up. Mom will be here shortly and then you are going to the doctor, so they can see what’s wrong with your pussy.” Harriet turned around obediently and allowed Chloe rinse the oatmeal off her sex, her body yearning for an orgasm that never came. She felt as if her life had changed this afternoon and she wondered with dread and increasing secret anticipation what changes lay in store for her in the Hotter household after today.

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~~ Arlington, Virginia ~~

JILL

“I still can’t believe you talked them into letting me come, this is going to be so much fun!” I said to Sara. I was having a hard time not skipping with excitement as we came up out of the Metro.

Sara Johns had been my best friend since we had been randomly assigned to be dorm-mates our freshmen year at George Mason. After graduation we’d both found jobs in the Washington D.C. area. Sara was living in Northern Virginia, while I had a tiny condo in the Adams Morgan neighborhood in D.C.

“It wasn’t hard. Steve’s actually pretty excited about it,” she said. “You’ve been coming to the shows for a while and I think everybody will be happy to have an extra pair of hands to help out. Plus, you did the new website for him. He’s happy people can actually, you know, buy stuff from it now.”

I gave a scornful sniff. “Whoever did the first version had no idea what they were doing.”

She looked over at me. “That was Steve.”

“Oh, well, I won’t give my opinion on the quality of the previous code to Steve then.”

“Good idea!” she laughed.

The Rotors were a local cover band that had been playing around Northern Virginia a couple of times a month for almost a decade. I’d started going to shows when Sara and Steve Collins, their band’s lead singer-slash-guitar player, had started dating a year ago. Everyone in the band had day jobs but they played for fun and some extra cash. Each summer, the members would take two weeks off and go on a tour together down the east coast, booking as many shows as possible in beach communities from New Jersey to the Outer Banks.

The first Rotors show I attended, I went to provide moral support for Sara who had just started dating Steve, but I had quickly become a regular. The Rotors’ playlists were totally my jam, mostly 90’s, and aughts music, with a little 80’s thrown in. Pop and alt-rock songs that were made for jumping up and down, dancing and working off the stress of the work week.

I was going to tag along with them on their beach tour this summer, helping Sara run their merchandise booth during the shows. I was looking forward to actually having some time to get to know the band members away from the stage. Tonight, was the traditional summer tour kick-off show in the bar they called their home base.

“Not that I don’t appreciate getting a free trip out of this, but I really hope we’re not stuck at the merch table all show, every show. I’m looking forward to dancing on the beach. That and I definitely plan on picking up a someone or two,” I said.

“First of all, I don’t think we’ll be stuck at the table all or even most of the time,” Sara said. “They have enough regular fans on the beach tour to get some volunteers in each town. We’re just there to keep an eye on the volunteers to make sure they don’t dance away from the table and leave the cash box sitting alone.”

“Den mother to the flaky band groupies, check.”

Sara stopped walking for a moment and I paused with her. “But, Jill, I don’t think you should go hog wild on this trip,” she continued, “I know you keep saying you’re ‘over’ Laura, but she really did a number on you. And you’re not a one-night-stand kind of girl.”

I started walking again. Laura, my most recent flame had left me for an ex-girlfriend of hers four months ago. She had announced the change in our relationship status to me when we were out at our local lesbian bar with a group of friends.

Sara had been there for the emotional wreckage the next few months. I had withdrawn from our friends and holed up in my condo. Since I worked almost entirely remotely doing web site design, this had meant more isolation that had been healthy for me. I had gotten on a first name basis with all the Door Dash delivery people in my neighborhood. I felt I was ready to be over it, though. I was definitely done being anti-social.

“Thanks Sara. It means a lot to me know you’re thinking about me like that, but I’m ready to move on. I am not looking for a relationship right now after that last mess, so maybe I’ll just be a one-night-stand-kind of girl for a couple of weeks…well, maybe not an all-night-stand, but I sure as hell plan to find someone for snogging. Maybe I’ll go with a Rory this time instead of a Rose.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, you aren’t British, you dork! casino oyna I don’t care how many Doctor Who seasons you’ve binged.” Sara grinned at me. “You know, whenever I’m single I am jealous of how you can jump back and forth between men and women. Doubles your dating pool.”

I laughed. Sara was the first person I came out as bisexual to in college, and it had been such a nothing-burger for her it had made me think I should have come out years sooner. She was also there for me after I had told my parents later that year and introduced one of my first girlfriends to them. That had not been a nothing-burger. It had been the biggest-burger.

We turned the corner to find a line of a couple of hundred people waiting to get into the bar. “Wow!” I said, “What’s going on? How are we going to get in?”

Sara grabbed my hand in excitement “Oh, I didn’t tell you! Joe in town and is going on the beach tour! Word got out and every local fan is going to be here for the kick off show! Don’t worry, Steve put us on the list, so we should be able to get in the side door.” She pulled me past the line and the main entrance towards a side door where security let us in. Dating one of the band members has its benefits it seemed.

“Who’s Joe?” I yelled over the noise of the crowd.

“Joe was their lead guitarist when they started the band back in college,” she yelled back. “We’re really in for a treat. I’ve only seen Joe play once, but their energy level is through the roof when he’s playing! We’re going to dance our asses off tonight!”

I looked down at my sandals and said “Good thing I didn’t wear heels then,” I joked. I rarely wore heels, I was too tall already. I was wearing one of my favorite dancing outfits, a simple yellow sleeveless dress that had just enough swirl to show a little thigh when I danced and flat, black leather sandals strapped around my ankles. I was not the best dancer. I mainly just enjoyed jumping up and down and singing along with the band, but it was definitely a more fun workout than my usual swimming laps.

We got through the bar into the outdoor concert space. Red and yellow lights lit up the stage, illuminating Larry’s drum kit and the two mic stands for Steve and Suzanne. The Rotor’s logo was painted on the bass drum skin, a red three bladed propeller with black motion lines forming a circle around it. There was a new spot with an empty guitar stand and a bunch of effects pedals laid out off to the right side of the stage, but no microphone.

We’d made it inside just in time. The band was climbing the steps up onto the stage and I groaned. It was going to be a pain to make our way up near the front through this crowd. Steve and Suzanne stepped up to their microphones, Steve with his black Les Paul at the ready, Suzanne behind him with her red sunburst Fender bass, while Larry jumped behind his drum kit. Another shorter guitarist, Joe I presumed, had walked out behind Steve with a black Fender Telecaster slung over his shoulder.

“Evening, Arlington!” Steve yelled into his microphone, “Ready for Friday night?” he asked to a cheering crowd. “Alright, let’s go!” He turned and nodded to Larry, who started pounding out an intro on his drums, then Joe launched into the opening licks of Santana’s Smooth and the crowd reacted, cheering and dancing, while Sara and I continued to work our way through the crowd towards the stage.

“Man, it’s a hot one, like seven inches from the mid-day sun,” Steve sang into the mic.

“Whoa!” I yelled. Jill grinned at me.

“I told you!” she stopped to yell in my ear, and then kept moving through the crowd towards the stage. The Rotors were a great cover band, and Steve was a great singer and really good rhythm guitarist, but he rarely attempted serious solos. I had never heard them do a Santana song. Probably because Steve wouldn’t do a song if he couldn’t do it justice, and Santana was all about the guitar. Joe was doing just fine though. No one would mistake Joe for Carlos, but he had his own spin on the licks, weaving them around Steve and Suzanne’s vocals.

You got the kind of lovin’ that can be so smooth,

Give me your heart; make it real or else forget about it!

Joe jumped into another solo. And then, as we moved around a cluster of taller guys who had been shielding my view of the stage I noticed something else. I had been mishearing Jill over the crowd. She hadn’t been saying “Joe” and “he.” It was “Jo” and “she.”

“Whoa,” I breathed again. She was maybe a little under five and a half feet tall, wearing jeans faded almost to white with a hole over the right knee and had on a pair of pink Chuck Taylor high tops, one of which was at the ready on her effects pedals. She had on a dark, tight sleeveless t-shirt and a plain white baseball cap pulled down over her eyes with the Rotor’s logo about the size of a silver dollar on the upper left corner of it. I had the same hat. In fact, it was in my bag back at Sara and Steve’s house.

The stage lights threw shadows from the bill slot oyna of her cap over her eyes, but I already felt drawn to this woman. She was a maybe a year or two older than me, thirty or so I guessed. She was built solidly, like a competitive swimmer or a cross-fit junkie. Her bare arms were muscled and she had broad shoulders and her hair was cut short on the sides and back. With the hat on, she could have a crew cut for all I could tell.

She was totally into the music, body moving with the beat, feet and fingers working in coordination on her pedals and the neck of her guitar. Unlike the rest of the band, she rarely seemed to look out at the audience, focusing instead on her instrument hanging around her on a simple black leather strap.

She occasionally looked over at Steve and Suzanne or back at Larry to pick up or give the non-verbal cues that only musicians totally familiar with each other seem to send and receive. She leaned back for emphasis during one big guitar riff, and that’s when I finally noticed her t-shirt. The design was unmistakable. Dark red on the top half, dark blue on the bottom, with double gold stripes separating the two halves and meeting at a gold eight-pointed star in the middle of her chest.

Holy… she’s got a body like that, she plays guitar like this and wearing a Captain Marvel shirt. A nerd wrapped up in that package? I thought to myself. It got even better from there. After the last riff to wrap up Smooth, Jo’s pick hand fell away from her guitar and I saw a PRIDE flag sticker on her Telecaster that had been hidden under her forearm while she had been playing and I literally gasped. I was going to be in close proximity to her for the next two weeks. I took a deep breath. I needed to get a hold of myself, I could not be the newbie tag-along, drooling over this woman who has a history going back maybe 10 years or more with the rest of the band. It seemed like that would be just the shittiest thing I could do with this group I wanted to make my friends.

Jo looked over and yelled something over the applause from the crowd to Larry, who nodded, then started a new riff on his drums. Jo jumped in on Larry’s beat with the opening chords for the Spin Doctor’s Two Princes.

I leaned over and spoke into Sara’s ear “What’s the deal? Jo calls the shots when she’s here?”

She was grinning and shaking her whole body. “That’s how it is when she plays with them,” she yelled back, “she won’t let them write out a set list ahead of the show. She just reads the crowd’s mood, calls out the next song and they have to be ready to jump in! If a song starts off with guitar sometimes she doesn’t even give them a head’s up, she just starts playing. Steve says it’s the reason they have so much more energy when she’s on stage, she keeps them on their toes. They have a couple hundred songs they can all play together.”

As the band rolled into song after song, I found myself bouncing back and forth in front of Jo, mirroring her movements as she swayed with the rhythm. I noticed that while she didn’t have a mic in front of her, I could see her mouthing the words of every song to herself as she played.

Towards the end of their first set she called out to Larry and Suzanne and they went into I’m Only Happy When It Rains, by Garbage. Suzanna took over the vocals from Steve, her long brown braid swinging back and forth behind her back as she thumped her bass, her voice doing a credible take on Shirley Manson. Watching Jo hammer away at the chords while singing the words to herself, I saw what I thought might be a shadow of pain on her face. Like maybe the words were hitting close to home for her.

You know I love it when the news is bad.

Why it feels so good to feel so sad?

I’m only happy when it rains.

Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me…

I frowned and slowed down. They’d be taking a break soon. I leaned over to Sara and yelled, “Do you know what Jo likes to drink? She looks like she could use something cold!” It was a hot evening and everyone was sweating, but Jo’s arms and face were gleaming with perspiration in the stage lights.

Sara looked at me. “Corona with two limes is her go-to when she’s playing. You’re not getting any ideas are you J?”

“No! No, I’m just thirsty myself, and she’s the only one I don’t know. I want to make a good impression before we’re on the bus for two weeks.”

Sara eyed me a moment longer than nodded. “Why don’t you get a bucket? You’ll make everyone happy with that. Bring them to the side stage at the break and we’ll get you introduced.”

“Okay!” I hurried off to the bar. I managed to beat the rush and made my way back to the stage with a bucket of Corona bottles, limes sticking out of the necks plus a plastic cup full of extra lime slices sitting in the ice. Steve was crooning Mr. Jones by Counting Crows as I made my way back through the crowd.

I met Sara at the side of the stage just as Steve announced they’d be taking a twenty-minute break. The canlı casino siteleri house system started playing background music as the band filed off to the left and the crowd started moving towards the two bars on either side in the back of the outdoor space. I set the bucket down on the corner of the stage.

“You guys! Great set, my feet are going to be sore tomorrow!” I high-fived Suzanne as she came down the stairs. Suzanne was about my height and curvy with dark skin. She’d been Suzanne Alvarez until she and Larry had finally concluded an epic, years-long dance of on-again-off-again and had married recently.

Steve fist-bumped me and then leaned over to kiss Sara “Hey babe! You ready to hit the road?” Steve was an inch less than six feet and tanned, with sun bleached blonde hair.

“Totally,” Sara said, “Both our bags are packed and ready to go at our place. Jill brought her bag over before we headed to the Metro. I figure everyone will want to shower after the show.”

Larry jumped down from the stage, skipping the steps altogether, landed cat-like next to me and playfully bopped the top of my head with his fist. Larry Lawrence was black, and towered over everyone else. He was at least 6’4″, skinny as all get-out, with a shaved head. The first time we’d been introduced, I’d gaped at him and said “Larry Lawrence? Really, your real name is Lawrence Lawrence?” to which he answered with great humor and fake solemn dignity, “My parents are big believers in character building.”

“S’up Jill?” he asked. “You ready to carry all my drums for me?”

“Only the little ones,” I replied with a laugh.

Jo came down the steps. Steve turned and fist-bumped her, then turned to me “Jill, this is my sister Jo Collins. I know you guys haven’t met. Jo, this is Jill Doran. She’s going to be helping Sara as our merch monkeys and assistant roadies on the trip.”

The family resemblance was obvious. They both had the same eyes, tanned skin, rounded faces and the same crooked grins. There was no better way to describe her except ‘apple cheeked’. She was irresistibly cute just like her brother. I was easily four or five inches taller than she was. Jo looked me up at me then held out her hand “Nice to meet you Doran. Cool hair.” I blushed as we shook hands.

“Jill is famous for having the craziest hair in any crowd,” Sara laughed. My straight hair was down to about the middle of my back and was currently a shocking electric blue, fading the last six inches into platinum blonde at the tips.

“Thanks. My sister is a wizard stylist with dye jobs and does it for me. I got it done fresh this week for the trip,” I said.

“With that hair you should be up on stage, you look like a rock star,” Jo said.

I was glad we were in the shadows off the wings of the stage, since I was sure my face was now bright red. Since I was wearing just a simple dress and sandals, I guessed I really owed my sister for the assist.

“Um, thanks,” I said, “Here, you look like you could use this.” I handed her a bottle from the bucket of beers. She nodded her thanks, grabbed an extra lime, pushed it down into the neck then pressed her thumb over the opening and turned the bottle upside down, floating the limes up into her beer. “Nice trick,” I said as she grinned. She had deep dimples when she smiled. Wow. She turned the bottle back over and with a well-practiced move, slowly let the gas escape from the neck with her thumb so she didn’t get sprayed with foam.

Steve kissed Sara again then said, “I’m going to go pow-wow with Jack about the lights. Back in a minute.” Jack Vance was the Rotor’s sound and light guy and only regular roadie. Sara grabbed Steve’s hand and followed him towards the back of the crowd. Suzanne and Larry excused themselves and went backstage. They had been married for a little over four months and still snuck off to make out when the opportunity presented itself. It was cute. Sara had been Steve’s plus-one to the wedding and I had been pretty jealous of her for that. I had heard it had been quite the party.

“I like your shirt,” I said to Jo, pointing at the star on her chest. “Wonder Woman?”

She had opened her mouth to respond, then froze in place at my last remark, a pained expression on her face as her eyes focused somewhere a couple hundred feet in the distance.

“I’m just messing with you,” I grinned. “Diana Prince would frown very severely at me for that joke. Carol Corps for life.”

She snapped her mouth shut into her lopsided grin and her eyes tracked back to my face re-evaluating me. “Oh, I think you and I are going to have fun on this trip.”

I laughed. “I hope so! Too bad we’re headed out after the show tonight, I could have gotten my sister to give you the rock star treatment too.” I flicked a lock of my hair off my shoulder.

She pulled her hat off and the top part of her head was covered with a mop of delicious, blonde hair that would probably have fallen over one side of her face if it hadn’t been plastered with sweat. She ran her hand through it and slicked it back smooth. “Thanks. I’ve wanted to do a Megan Rapinoe since the world cup, but I only have three weeks until I go back to work. Not long enough to grow it out and I don’t want to dye it twice.”

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‘Kari this rain isn’t going to die down’ Sara complained, flicking back her curly blonde hair. Kari and Sara were camping out in the Moore Valley and for the third day in a row it was raining.

‘Baby I know but we can still have fun’ Kari replied wrapping an arm around her lover’s shoulder. Kari pulled back her long dark hair from her pale face and secured it with an elastic band.

‘How can we have fun when there is nothing we can do except stay in this tiny tent?’ Sara exclaimed, throwing herself back onto the inflatable mattress they shared. Kari clambered on top of Sara and ran her finger across Sara’s pink bottom lip.

‘Well I know what I’d like to do right now but what about you?’ Kari raised an eyebrow as Sara’s eyes closed and she softly bit Kari’s finger. ‘Thought as much’.

Sara’s hands ran up Kari’s back and slid under the thick blue fleece she wore. Kari’s spine tingled from Sara’s touch. Her lips pressed down softly on Sara’s then more firmly as she slid her tongue over Sara’s bottom lip and finally into her mouth. Their tongues massaged and slid together, just as Kari’s hands began to pull down Sara’s jeans.

‘Nice pants’ giggled Kari as she spied Sara’s casino oyna floral boxer shorts.

‘Oh! I forgot I had them on’ Sara giggled as she began to pull off Kari’s fleece and t-shirt. Kari sat up and let down her hair as Sara ran her eyes over Kari’s small body, she lingered at her C cup breasts encased in their white lace bra. ‘Take off your jeans and pants honey’. Kari wiggled out of her Levi’s and then stripped off her cotton pants, Kari had always been one for practicality rather than appearance.

‘Hey now it’s your turn. Take off all your clothes’ Kari whispered, as Sara happily obliged. Kari bent down and planted a loving kiss on Sara’s mouth, slipping her tongue in and tickling the roof of Sara’s mouth.

‘Hey you know that tickles!’ Sara giggled breaking the kiss, ‘But I didn’t say stop’. Sara leaned forward and licked Kari’s bottom lip before kissing her. As they shared their passionate kiss, her hand slipped round Kari’s back and unhooked her bra and flung it to the heap of discarded clothes. They rolled onto their sides so they were facing each other.

Sara stroked Kari’s shoulder with her fingertips as she began nibbling her ear down to her neck. ‘Ohhh..Mmm…’ Kari quietly moaned as Sara pressed her body on top of Kari’s and began working her way to Kari’s breasts. Sara ran slot oyna her tongue around the left nipple before taking it into her mouth where she began to suckle and softly bite it. She took Kari’s right hand and pinned it behind her head whilst moving over to Kari’s right breast. As she sucked hard on that juicy pink nipple she pinned back the left hand on top of the right.

Kari smiled down at Sara as Sara planted soft sweet kisses along her stomach and down to her sweet mound. Sara lightly flicked her tongue over Kari’s clit and around her swollen dripping wet lips. A small whimper escaped Kari’s lips. Sara pressed her lips to Kari’s clit and her tongue circled and massaged it causing Kari to quiver and gasp with pleasure. ‘Oooh Sara you know what I like honey’. Sara brought her tongue to Kari’s pussy and teased her by slipping her tongue lightly into the dripping wet hole. Kari reached down and held fast to Sara’s head as she plunged her tongue deep into Kari’s pussy. As Sara slid her tongue in and out of Kari’s needy pussy, Kari began to arch her back as she felt the orgasm build inside her. Just as she began to cum her body shook and she moaned ‘Sara!’. Her hot sweating body glowed from the orgasm her sweet lover had given her.

As Kari kissed her lover to thank her she slipped her hand down to Sara’s canlı casino siteleri soaking pussy and began to massage it with her fingers. Sara let a moan escape into Kari’s mouth as Kari’s fingers began to slip inside her vagina. Kari’s fingers curled inside Sara’s pussy as she pushed them in and pulled them out as hard as she could. Sara’s spine tingled with electricity from Kari’s masterful touch. ‘Oh Kari I’m gonna cum!’ Sara moaned as she tipped her head back and felt her juices gush out onto Kari’s hands.

Kari pulled out her fingers now coated in Sara’s sticky juice and wiped it along her lips. ‘Taste your pussy Sara…Ohhh it tastes so good…Mmm’ Kari licked her lips as Sara began to kiss and lick up every drop of pussy juice on Kari’s mouth.

Sara slid her thigh under Kari’s pussy and Kari did the same. They began to grind their pussies into each other’s legs. Their gasps grew to moans and then to shouts and finally screams as they came so hard that the mattress was soaked in thick sticky pussy juice. ‘I wanna fuck you honey, fuck you hard’ Sara whispered climbing on top of Kari and pressing her pussy against Kari’s. Sara began to grind her pussy roughly against Kari’s. She reached out and grabbed on to the tent pole above her head as she could feel the orgasm build up inside her. Kari screamed as she felt her orgasm reach its peak.

Sara clamped her pussy down on Kari’s as they came. Both screaming obscenities as their juice spurted out.

Sara collapsed onto Kari’s body and they lay entwined in their hot and sweaty mess.

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Hi – this is my story – some parts are real – the actual sex parts are not – just a fantasy that I want to turn into reality. I hope you enjoy reading it. Under 18 – go away.

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I had just turned fifty and after a rough session with my doctor I knew I needed to turn my life around. At 5′ 6″ I weighed in at 215 pounds, my blood pressure was through the roof and so was my cholesterol. My wife was nagging me; my kids were nagging me; and now so was my doctor.

Determined to finally do something and highly resistant to the thought of taking pills to deal with my health problems I got off my ass and started exercising for the first time in 20 years. I live in the Santa Monica Mountains in Ventura County California, surrounded by beautiful rolling hills, most of which are protected parkland. So I working out and bought a mountain bike.

I discovered our local community center gym. This facility hosted numerous leagues for basketball, volleyball, badminton and various martial arts classes. It also had two indoor racquetball courts. This was a sport I once played well, so I started playing again with a vengeance and the rest of my spare time was spent on the mountain bike. My wife was thrilled that I was finally beginning to lose weight as she wanted me around for another 30 years and so did not begrudge the time spent away from her. As my kids were both in college and I worked out of my house, I had plenty of time to exercise and spent almost two hours a day working out.

Six months later I had dropped over 40 plus pounds, and more important (to me) I had a flat stomach and a 30″ waist. Something that I had not had since I was in my early 30’s.

Around that time a new guy showed up for our Friday night challenge court racquetball games. The format was simple – two guys played, the winner kept the court and the next guy on the list took him on. Guys of all levels played and the fun was in matching your skills against a large variety of other players.

It was a loose knit group of players, some came every Friday, others once a month or so, but I had never seen Sean before tonight. I am not sure why I even paid that much attention to him, but I did. Perhaps it was because not only was he new, but he also seemed a bit intimidated and I knew that feeling, remembering my first time on a Friday night.

I introduced myself to him, and then, in turn introduced him to the other players that were there that night.

Sean explained that he had just relocated to Ventura County from Florida. He was a biochemist working for Amgen, a major employer out here and was trying to meet people, as he really knew no one in the area.

There was something about him that felt odd, but I could not put my finger on it. He was very similar in build to me, slender, about 5′ 8″ with long blond hair, bound up in a ponytail. He had blue eyes and I noticed that his lips were very full, which shocked me, as I tended to not really notice what another guy looked like.

I considered myself straight and while I had been through periods in my life when I fantasized about sex with another man, I worked hard to repress those fantasies. Now, remarried after 10 years of being divorced, the last thing in the world I was going to allow myself to do was to fantasize about male-to-male sex.

But something about Sean kept bugging me and I did not know what it was. I would see him on Friday nights at the racquetball court, and after a month or so I asked him if he ever wanted to play one on one.

I explained my flexible schedule to him and we agreed to start playing on Wednesday during the lunch hour. After a few weeks of play I found I really looked forward to seeing Sean and also came to feel that he was gay. I based this assumption in part, after repeatedly trying to engage him in conversation about the dating scene in our little valley. He would evade the subject or brush me off. I also started noticing how he would watch the other guys on Friday nights, not only observing the action on the court but also scoping out the guys sitting, waiting to play.

I found myself intrigued by this fact, and almost against my will I started gently flirting with him; nothing obvious, just a slight pat on the butt after we finished playing our weekly lunch game, or a light hug when seeing him before we played.

He, in turned started reciprocating the touching, though nothing was ever verbalized. I found myself looking at his full lips, wondering what it would be like to kiss them, and to run my tongue across them.

In addition to his blonde hair Sean had incredible eyelashes, and with the right hairstyle and makeup I could imagine him as a beautiful woman. Between the flirting and my imagination I soon found that Sean was the subject of more than one jerk-off session.

I would find my cock getting hard at the most inopportune times on a Friday night while watching him play. Looking at his beautiful bubble butt, covered in tight, girlish shorts, casino siteleri his long legs, covered in the slightest downy soft blonde hairs rekindled my long forgotten desires for sex with another man.

I did not know where or even how to act on my desires, or even if Sean were truly gay, much less if would ever have an interest in someone like me, almost old enough to be his father.

I finally decided to “up the ante” as it were and see what happened by changing my after game routine on Wednesdays. Working out of my house, I would finish play and go home to shower and change. Sean, heading back to work would always change at the gym.

One Wednesday I told Sean that I would be showering at the gym as I had to head out to a meeting in Camarillo, so I did not have time to double back to my house. He seemed a bit taken aback by this but did not say anything so we played our usual hour of intense racquetball.

As we headed toward the locker room I could feel that there was the beginning of an unusual sort of tension between us. Not bad, but almost, dare I say it, sexual in nature.

During the middle of the day the gym is virtually deserted. There is a pickup basketball game that takes place upstairs but Sean and I were usually the only players on the racquetball courts so the locker room is always empty.

We both undressed and headed for the showers. I noticed that Sean yanked his shorts and underwear off in one quick pull, though I thought I detected a hint of pink, in contrast to his bright red shorts. Shrugging it off, I followed him to the shower, again admiring his butt and hoping that it did not trigger a hard-on.

I could not believe that I was actually going to be naked with that beautiful young man that I been fantasizing about. I was scared to look at him as I thought it might trigger an embarrassing hard-on, when I heard him say, “wow, you are really hot, you weren’t kidding about the working out thing.” I had explained to Sean about my struggle to loose wait and get that stomach back to where it not been for 30 years.

I thanked him for the compliment and told him that he was going to make me blush if he kept it up. I was shocked at what came next when he uttered the old Mae West line – if I told you that you had a nice body would you hold it against me?

I looked at him for a couple of seconds, and I could see that he was scared that he crossed a line he should not have crossed. I smiled and thanked him again for the compliment and told him that in another time and place I might just do exactly that.

I felt free now to stare at him and did so openly as he looked at me. Our flirtation was now bordering on the erotic as it took on the beginnings of solo foreplay. I slowly washed myself, almost caressing my tits and belly. I made a point of turning and facing the wall while I washed my ass, giving him a good view as I made sure that I cleaned all around and in my hole.

This in turn caused my cock to waken slightly, which brought an equal reaction from Sean. I am totally average in the cock department. Small when soft, a basic six inches hard. Sean however was more than adequate. He had one of those cocks that as I was to learn later did not get too much bigger when he was hard. Soft, it was quite impressive and I took advantage of our flirting to stare at the first live male cock that I had seen since high school.

As he had been so bold to compliment me I told him that I thought he had quite the specimen. He blushed and thanked me and I saw his cock twitch again and rise to a semi hard state.

We both had finished washing by this time, finishing off by engaging in some slow soaping of our half hard cocks, so it was time to get out.

We started to dry off and then dress and I noticed that Sean was taking his time, almost as if he did not wish to dress in front of me. I stopped and asked him what was wrong, why he was still naked, as I knew he was officially late for work as a result of our lollygagging in the shower.

He blushed again and mumbled something so I repeated the question. He finally told me, while staring down at the floor, that he was embarrassed to get dressed in front of me. I asked him why and he replied that he had inadvertently grabbed a pair of his girlfriend’s panties by mistake and did not want me to see him in them.

By now, I knew that Sean did not have a girlfriend, but I did not want confront him so I simply said it was ok by me; that I personally enjoyed slipping on my wife’s panties now and then and to not to be embarrassed by it.

Sean then slipped on a pair of hip hugger yellow panties with a lace edging. It was obvious to both of us that he could not have “accidentally” slipped those into his bag, but that fact was left unsaid. Seeing him like that brought back all of my old fantasies of being with another guy, dressed up in soft, silky under-things, and my cock sprang up hard as a rock in seconds. I quickly slipped on my pants and a shirt slot oyna so as to hide the evidence as it were.

I gave Sean a hug and slipped out of the locker room, my mind reeling with the thoughts about all that had transpired in the last several minutes.

I was now about 100% sure that not only was Sean into lingerie but he was gay, and that I turned him on. What to do about it? Did I really want to pursue him, give in to my deeply buried urges to finally have sex with another guy? Looking at his cock in the shower, I could imagine getting down on my knees, kissing the head lightly, slowly licking the long shaft as it hardened in my hands.

I could see myself licking his large balls, sucking each one gently into my mouth and then sliding up his silky smooth body until my lips met his in a passionate kiss. I drove him with a cock leaking pre-cum all over my dress slacks (the meeting was nothing more than a made up cover story). I ran into the house and ripped my clothes off and stood in our upstairs hallway, naked, saying his name and imaging us being together in bed. I came hard, all over our hardwood floors and quickly wiped it up as I struggled with my feelings of lust for Sean as weighed against my love for my wife.

The next day, after a night filled with erotic dreams I returned to a site that I had long since vowed to never visit. I was a site that made panties and other sexy undergarments for men and over the years while I was divorced I had bought many a sexy pair from them, abandoning them all when I got married.

I ordered my personal favorite – the Dorothy short. It was a pink and white gingham, trimmed in lace, cut in the ever so girly “boy short” style. I paid the extra cost for Fed-Ex as I wanted to push the game along at our next Wednesday session.

Wednesday could not come soon enough and I finally found myself back on the court with Sean. This week he had come wearing a pair of pale blue French cut shorts with a midriff top showing his belly button. He also appeared to be wearing just a hint of lipstick, perhaps applied in the car outside for my benefit?

I gave him a generous hello hug and copped a quick feel of his ass cheeks, as he did the same to me. We played our usual game, though not with anywhere near the same intensity. We both kept “clock watching” wanting to get to the showers and see what would happen next.

As we headed to the showers Sean again undressed quickly, not letting me see his underwear. Once wet we both repeated the silent flirtation of the prior week, soaping our asses, our cocks. I held my ass open and ran my finger around the hole, making sure it was squeaky clean. Sean, in turn did the same.

After showering I was quick to pull out my Dorothy boy shorts and slipped them on, with my cock hardening as I pulled them up. Sean sat and watched me and commented on how well they fitted me and how hot I looked while wearing them. He in turn pulled on a pair of panties similar to what he wore the prior week and then we both completed dressing and left the locker room with prominent hard-ons hidden beneath our dress slacks and shirts.

This pattern continued for several weeks, the flirting, the furtive touches, and the mutual dressing up after our shower. I had accumulated several pairs of panties by now, along with some substantial Fed-Ex charges but was no further along in seducing, or being seduced by the man of my fantasies. We did talk openly about our mutual love for wearing panties and I confessed that I also loved to wear stockings, camisoles and other girly things. Sean agreed with me that that dressing up was fun and admitted that he like to do so also.

I was feeling frustrated and not sure of where to go with my desires when my wife announced that she was going to go visit her parents in a couple of weeks. They live several hours away and my wife usually makes the journey herself. While I like her family, I like them in small doses while she wants to make a weekend out of it. So we compromise with her going to see them once a month, and I go with her every other month.

I was determined to take advantage of her absence and decided that easiest approach was to put Sean into a position where I could fulfill his first request made so many weeks ago, to have me hold my body against his.

I invited Sean to go mountain biking with me, using my old bike, and telling him that my wife was going to be out of town, I suggested that we have a guy’s night together after the ride. He jumped on the idea, as did his cock, which sprang to life as I made the suggestion.

Finally the weekend arrived and I picked Sean up and headed out to one of my favorite “newbie” rides. It was a sixteen mile ride, but almost flat with a combination of paved and dirt roads, just one steep one mile hill called black widow which was downhill going out and a long walk up for most beginners coming back. I felt that it would give Sean a good exposure to mountain biking and most importantly help him canlı casino siteleri work up one heck of a sweat as he walked his bike up the hill on the way back.

The ride was terrific, the path goes through the Santa Monica Mountains from the Conejo Valley to Point Mugu on the coast. I brought a backpack and we ate a picnic lunch at the beach, flirting, holding hands, and talking about work, life, my kids and just stilly stuff.

I felt emboldened by the fact that I was in public with another guy, allowing my emotions and feelings to be shown. We talked for a couple of hours on the beach and even moved so far as to start giving each other gentle caresses on our cheeks and shoulders,

We finally started our ride back, hitting the bottom of the black widow, I rode to the top and waited for Sean to make his way up the hill, pushing his bike, as almost everyone does the first time they ride it.

He arrived, all hot and sweaty and looking quite tired but also quite cute, his blonde hair disheveled from wearing his helmet. We loaded the bikes back onto the rack, locked it up and headed for his apartment.

Upon arriving we both agreed that the first item on the agenda was a shower. Hot and sweaty as were both were. Sean, at that point popped the question of “saving water by showering with a friend.” I immediately agreed, as I was finally going to be able to shower with my friend in a private and safe setting. We quickly undressed, and I blushed red with embarrassment as I pulled off my biking shorts to reveal my cock, already half erect in anticipation of what was to come. Sean just smiled and slid his shorts down, revealing his beautiful member.

I noticed that he had shaved and it made his cock look even larger. I remarked on how good he looked shaved and he told me that it was not only comfortable for him, but also a lot more fun to lick that way. I blushed again and said that I would have to give it a try. He smiled again and asked what did I want to try” shaving or licking?” and then told me that he would be glad to show me the ropes as it were on how to get the best shave.

By now we were both almost totally hard and we hopped into the shower. It was obvious where this was going. My heart was beating like a trip hammer as I climbed in with Sean.

I was hard, hot, horny and scared all at the same time. Would I be able to kiss him, what would it be like to kiss another guy and feel the scratchiness of his beard on my face? I wondered if I could go through with my fantasies of actually going down on a guy and sliding his cock into my mouth, sucking his balls and even rimming him, something I loved to do but an act that my wife considered filthy.

Sean sensed my tension and simply stood in front of me letting me slowly relax and stare openly at his body. As my breathing evened out he asked me if I wanted my back washed. I replied with a yes and he started soaping me up. Slowly, gently, sensually running the soap up and down my back, across my shoulders, down my arms. He would take the bar, rub it on his hand and then apply it directly to my body. I reveled in the feel of his smooth hands as he slowly caressed me and calmed me down.

I was ready now and he knew it. His hands descended lower as he began soaping my ass. I spread my legs slightly to let him know it was ok. As he did so he began to lightly kiss me. Starting on my neck, he moved to licking and nibbling on my ear. This is a total hot button for me and I began to moan quietly. He asked me if I liked what he was doing and I told that I would melt like butter on a hot knife it he kept that up.

He just smiled again and started running his finger across my hole. I could not believe how excited I was and how hard my cock had gotten. I felt like I could come immediately if he touched me. His finger continued its slow movement across my asshole. He moved it up and down, around in circles, away from the hole and then back towards it. I started pushing back at him, silently letting him know what I wanted. I felt him begin to push his finger in and I continued to push back trying to get him to give me what I so desperately wanted.

His finger slid in easily and he was a bit taken aback. He broke the silence by stating, as a fact, that his finger was not the first thing to have penetrated my ass. I had to confess that, he was correct.

While I had never been with a guy, I had indeed fantasized about it for quite a while when I was divorced. During the course of those fantasies I had across the Nifty site and discovered the trove of stories.

One in particular had a real impact on me. It was the story of a man who, in order to prepare for his first fucking by his boyfriend bought a dildo and started fucking himself in the shower with it. The image of that caused me to go buy one.

I bought one that had a suction cup on the back end of it. I would attach it to the shower wall and imagine that I was showering with my lover. In my imagination he would push me to my knees and I would engulf his hard, warm cock in my mouth. I would often suck on it until I came, and then I would rub my warm cum all over it and lick it off, as if were cum from my lovers cock.

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My name is Jack Burns. I was an explorer in the 1800s. My crew and I would sail around North America and find new lands to conquer and prospect for gold.

Sailing up the Georgia straight our ship suddenly started leaking. We needed to dock and fast. We ended up in an island far off the coast. There were 5 of us.

Russel was the old man of the crew in his 60s, his son Darrel was in his 30s as was Paul and Peter. We gathered our gear and set up camp on the shore. We drank rum by the fire and passed out on the beach knowing we needed our rest for tomorrow as we started exploring this new land.

The next day we all awoke with the sun shining in our faces. We gathered our tools and started to walk around. After a while, we decided to separate. I wanted to see whatever else or whoever else was out there. I had no idea what I was about to find which would change my life forever.

As I walked through some bushes I discovered a creek. In the distance, I noticed 2 Native boys that looked about 18-20 in there splashing around in the water. They were standing up in the shallow part completely naked facing each other. Their bodies were marvelous. Both of them were really slim and toned with zero hair on their bodies. They both had beautiful long hair and from behind, I’d of sworn they were girls, but as I walked further up towards them I saw they both had big hard-ons.

I felt like I should go up to them, I felt like a moth to a flame and was just drawn to them. So I walked up to them and smiled and said hello. They both looked at me in shock never seeing a white man before. But they sensed that I was there in peace so they smiled back. I said “I am friend” and they said something in their native language and then smiled at me again.

I got a good look at them. They were both so beautiful but one stood out to me more. One of them was really tall and lean but his face was really rugged looking and had crooked teeth. The other one was shorter and skinnier but had almost no blemishes or anything on his face and had nice eyes and cheekbones and really full pouty lips. He also had a really cute, friendly smile.

Keep in mind this was the mid-1800s and homosexuality was unheard of. Men in my town would have been hung to death for such perversions. I had never even thought of sex with another man. I had a fiancé at home. A beautiful Irish girl and that’s all I thought of being with… until now…

I kept looking at this native boy and he kept smiling at me. I just stood there with these 2 naked native boys for what seemed like hours just staring at them and smiling. The one prettier one was the one that was making me think and feel things I previously never thought possible. I figured he was about 18 maybe 19.

It was then that the pretty one extended his hand and I thought it was a handshake except instead of shaking hands he held it and started pulling me down the trail along with the other one. Being so curious and honestly aroused I just let them take me wherever. If worst came to worst my crew would hopefully come looking for me.

They ended up taking me to a nearby area that looked like it could be their village. They made a loud call out and suddenly I was surrounded by natives. They were all super lean and had long hair and all looked to be 18-20 years old. Some of them were big and tall and muscular, a few of them were petite and pretty like the first boy that brought me to them.

Suddenly the chief who was much older appeared and somehow he was able to speak to me. I said, “I am a friend” and extended my hand. He shook it and said “friend welcome” and offered me a seat and a slab of deer meat that was delicious.

He then pulled the beautiful boy from earlier towards me and said “this my son, He is 19 years old. His casino siteleri name is Ata’halne because he interrupts” as he let out a little laugh and they all broke into laughter.

The chief introduced me to the rest of his tribe. They were all male and between 18 and 30.

Ata’halne just looked at me with an adorable smile. It felt like his brown eyes were looking right into my soul. He spoke very little but when he did speak he had a very soft almost girly sounding voice. Not a word of English though just his native language which I couldn’t understand.

A couple of hours went by and I was actually having a good time. It seemed like they were putting on a special party to welcome me. There was some drum beating and singing and dancing and it was fun. I just sat and watched Ata’halne looking at me smiling and I smiled back.

What I didn’t understand was why I felt the same way with Ata’halne tonight as I did when I first met my fiancé back home at church when she was singing in the quire and looking at me smiling. But what really got my mind spinning was how much more exciting this was for me.

It started getting dark and just as I figured earlier my crew came looking for me. They showed up with guns drawn and I had to jump up and tell them to stand down. Once they realized how much I was enjoying myself they relaxed and the chief introduced himself and his tribe.

I watched my crewmates and they all seemed mesmerized by the beautiful native men like I was. This made me feel better about the situation knowing it wasn’t just me that they had this effect on. Russel, for example, seemed pretty intrigued by Adahy the bigger more masculine 19-year-old boy that was at the river with Ata’halne earlier. He was about a foot taller than Russel and not even a third his age. Russel seemed to not be able to stop looking at his ripped torso and Braun.

It was getting really late and we all started to get tired. As we tried to explain to the chief that we were leaving for our camp for bed he suddenly said something in his language to his tribe and suddenly we were being hugged and kissed on the forehead by all of them in a big group hug.

I’ve never been kissed or hugged by a man before in my life and it felt weird. But I couldn’t deny that when Ata’halne hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, forehead, and side of my mouth and held his half-naked body to mine, then kissed me again on the side of my mouth, it gave me a raging hard-on that I couldn’t deny.

I think that night the whole crew walked back to our campsite with hardons and confusion wondering what was happening to them. None of us said a word to each other as we all passed out under our makeshift shelters. I fell asleep wondering what new discoveries we’d find tomorrow.

The next morning I awoke to the sound of drums and native singing and chanting. The tribe had actually come to our campsite to give us a good morning song and dance.

Ata’halne looked at me and gave me another smile as soon as he saw me. He walked over to me and started hugging me and giving me pecks again.

This time Paul noticed it and laughed and said “oh looks like this feller likes you” and without saying a word to defend myself I just shrugged my shoulders and went to grab some water to drink.

I knew that If given the same opportunity with one of the other beautiful 19-year-old native boys, Paul would be the same way.

Peter asked the Chief where gold was, he pointed off in the distance where there was a giant cliff. Darrell and Peter said they were ready to go to that cliff and start prospecting for gold.

Russel was sitting on a stump just staring at Adahy who stood in front of him. He said “yes we will go in a bit, no need to rush” Adahy stared down at the older slot oyna man with a knowing smile.

The chief said there were mountain lions and bears in that area and it was dangerous for us to go alone, he suggested Ata’halne, Adahy and his 3 other sons in their early 20s accompany us with their spears. We all agreed as we headed up towards the cliffs.

As we climbed up the rocks we struggled because of how steep it was, but the natives didn’t seem to have trouble. They actually took us by the hand and helped pull us up and lead us by the hand. Each of us had a beautiful native boy pulling us. I, of course, had Ata’halne.

Once we got to the rocky part where the gold was supposedly at we started chipping away at the rocks. While we did this the natives made us a fire. Then they set up a makeshift camp area with places to sit. Ata’halne was sitting there looking at me, when he noticed me looking at him he smiled again and he looked so beautiful.

Without thinking I stopped what I was doing, walked up to him looking him directly in the eye and gestures for him to come with me. He stood up smiling, took my hand and pulled me off into the distant bushes where nobody else was. Without saying a word he stood in front of me facing me, we were not even an inch apart as we looked directly in each other’s eyes. My heart was racing like never before.

I didn’t know what or why or how any of this was happening. I moved in to give him a peck like he did to me before, except this peck was directly on the lips. He pecked me back, then without even thinking I started kissing him passionately with my tongue deep in his mouth. I knew what I wanted and didn’t want to deny it to myself any longer.

We were making out like crazy as our tongues swirled around each other. His cock was hard and sprung out of his small loincloth made of leaves. His cock was pretty nice. Not the biggest one but about 7 inches and really thick and uncut. Surprisingly he had no pubic hair so it made his cock stand out even better. My cock was pressing against my pants and was quite uncomfortable.

He pulled my shirt off, then he kissed me passionately again as I tried to regain my breath. He then started kissing me all over my torso sending electricity through me I had never known. Then to my surprise and delight, he pulled my pants down.

My cock was so hard by this point that it sprang out in his face with a gob of pre-cum oozing out of it.

He seemed mesmerized by my penis because it was so different from his or anyone in his tribe. Mine was white and thicker with a cut mushroom head.

I figured he had never seen one without foreskin before. After examining it and touching it he started giving it pecks up and down the shaft. After kissing it like that for what seemed like hundreds of times he finally put it in his mouth. He didn’t have to do much because I came within 30 seconds. He swallowed all of it without blinking.

Then he stood up and kissed me on the lips again as our tongues swirled together. I felt his now bare cock pressed against mine as they rubbed together. This made me instantly hard again but this time I wanted to explore his body.

I started kissing his abs which were rock hard. I just pecked all over his bare torso with kisses. Then I stood up and pressed my lips to his again as we kissed passionately once again.

This time with more lust and intensity than the first one. I started grinding my dick against his in a crazy trance. When I couldn’t stand it anymore he sensed it and put his hand around my dick and said something in his language and I came all over his stomach. We kissed again and walked back hand in hand to join the others.

I noticed something when we returned. All my crew members had disappeared with a different canlı casino siteleri 19-year-old native boy. we sat by the fire on a log with Ata’halne on my lap straddling me facing me rocking back and forth on my hard dick as we kissed and giggled and kissed some more. I loved looking up at him into his beautiful eyes. The more I looked at him the more I wanted to kiss him and kiss him I did.

I totally lost track of time and soon enough the rest of my crew emerged and each of them was walking hand in hand with their own 19-year-old native boy, When they sat down on the log each native boy sat on my crew member’s laps respectively, Except for Russell the old man of the crew who was sitting on Adahy’s lap.

We all just kind of looked at each other like we knew this was totally weird and unheard of but we were all doing the same thing so we couldn’t judge each other.

It got late and Russel suggested we all head back to our camp. The chief insisted we sleep at their camp instead and share a teepee with our respective native companions. NOBODY objected. we all just walked in silence with raging hard-ons as we were led by the hand by them to their TeePees.

When I got into the teepee with Ata’halne he had me lay on my back, He sat across my chest and stretched his beautiful torso as he looked down smiling at me. I ran my hands all over his body as he leaned down for a kiss. He got off me and moved onto his side and started pushing his toned ass into my hard dick. He kept grinding on it and pushing into it and made it abundantly clear that he wanted me to fuck him.

As we kissed he pulled away and grabbed something from a box. It was a little bottle of what seemed like some sort of natural lubricant. Probably made of animal fat or something. As we kissed passionately he started stroking me rubbing this lubricant on my dick. Then he pushed his ass into my dick again but this time I slid inside him.

He felt amazing and was tighter than my fiance who was a virgin when I met her. I fucked him on our sides from behind, then I laid him on his back with his legs wrapped around me as I looked directly into his sweet eyes and fucked him hard and passionately. I came inside him.

Within 5 minutes I was hard again and we made love again and again and again. Each time cumming inside him. We cuddled close and fell asleep. The next morning we made love again before we left our teepee and joined the others for breakfast.

Like the night before all the 19-year-old native boys sat on our laps and the chief said “He who has been penetrated by their lover is his and will sit on their lap.”

As he said this, I saw that the only one that was opposite was Darrell who was once again on Adahy’s lap. Then all the 19-year-old native boys except Adahy got up to make my crew breakfast, But of course, Darrell went with the other native boys and served Adahy his breakfast and kneeled infection of him massaging his feet while he ate. It was quite obvious who penetrated who last night.

As time went on we all became very close to our native companions. We didn’t want to go anywhere else and forgot all about our lives back home, We all got the chief’s approval to make them our wives and we all lived happily ever after, except Russel who was totally Adahy’s wife but that’s what he wanted.

I was head over heels in love with Ata’halne and although we never could communicate verbally we connected in other ways I never thought imaginable. We had sex all day, every day and never broke physical contact. if we walked we would hold hands, if we sat he was in my lap, if we laid down we would spoon.

I went there to discover new land and gold. What I found was the love of my life and things about myself I never thought possible.

To my fellow white men in the 21st century reading this, straight, married, engaged or whatever. My advice to you is to go to your local reserve and find a beautiful native boy between 18 and 30.it will be the best thing you’ll ever do in your lifetime.

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Everyone has this picture of fall in New England. What most people see is some picture taken in a small Vermont town where the trees present a flourish of colors stretching off into the nearby mountains. But what you don’t see is pictures of spring in New England. I suppose the lack of brilliant colors is one reason. Another could be the difficulty in portraying the fresh scents of a late spring day when all the trees are in full bloom. I’ve long suspected that a combination of the newly warm day, those wonderful awakening scents and hormones cause a heightened awareness of the opposite sex for a lot of us.

Gwen had discovered her sexuality at an early age. She was normal in that respect that puberty brought forth the idea that boys had something to offer other than cooties. But like most of us she felt awkward about her new found sexuality and her explorations were limited to what she could imagine in her mind or what she learned from other girls. It wasn’t until her senior year in high school at the age of 18 that she actually lost her virginity. The boy’s name was George and he was her date to the senior prom. She had told her best friend Lisa her plan. Lisa had been a good source of advice to her but when she said she thought George was a bad choice Gwen had brushed aside the idea.

In the early morning hours after the prom Gwen and George made their way to a lake in the town. George had brought several six packs of beer and the two of them drank like there was no tomorrow. Gwen was a little tipsy but George was almost falling over drunk when he finally made his move on her.

George began pawing her breasts and pulling at her gown when she finally said, “Wait! You’re gonna rip it.” She stood up and dropped her gown to the ground. As soon as she got back down next to him George started pawing at her again. Fearing he would rip her bra off she took it off for him. But now she was having second thoughts about the whole scene. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this. I’m not sure I’m ready.” Gwen said as she pushed away from him. It wasn’t entirely true though. Her doubts this evening were more over George’s being drunk than her not wanting to have sex right then. George had managed to get his pants off along with his underpants and was pawing at her again.

“I don’t want to do this.” Gwen finally said. What ever feelings she had about how nice it would be to have sex had fled and now she was left with a desire to go home. But George had other ideas.

“Come on Gwen, you said you wanted to.” George persisted as he pushed down her panties.

“No George, I don’t want to now let me up.” Gwen said with a raised voice and as firmly as she could managed.

“But I love you Gwen,” George countered and she could feel his cock brushing against her pussy. Any other time such feeling a cock brushing against her like that would have been enough but she felt this scene angering her.

“No George don’t!” Gwen persisted as she tried to squirm from under his body.

Then something happened that surprised and shocked her. George slap her across her face and then pinned her arms down. She was too stunned to react quickly and in those hesitant moments she felt George enter her. She wanted to scream but nothing came out. She could hear him grunting above her but she felt detached from the scene as if she were just watching it happening to someone else. It felt like she was paralyzed, unable to help herself. The next thing she knew George rolled off her body and lay down next to her.

“Oh baby you were fucking awesome.” George said as if they had just made passionate love.

Gwen just lay there, still and dazed. She desperately tried to thing of what she should do next. Finally she just got up and started to put her clothes back on. “Take me home.” Gwen demanded in the sternest voice she could muster. When she saw he was about to say something she said in a voice raised higher than the last time. “Don’t say anything, just take me home goddamn it.

The ride home was heavy with the silence within the car. Gwen felt as if she were in a daze. When the arrived in front of her house George tried to lean over and kiss her but Gwen hit his chest with the heel of her hand and jumped out of the car and almost ran to her front door.

She felt grateful that no one was up because the last thing she wanted to do was to discuss her evening. In her bedroom she cried herself to sleep. The next time she saw George he tried to talk to her as if nothing had happened. Gwen’s anger became palpable and she yelled at him calling him a prick amongst other things.

When casino siteleri Lisa tried to talk to her about the evening later that day Gwen clammed up and stated it was something she didn’t want to talk about. Lisa of course new something was very wrong but she also knew badgering Gwen about it would get her no where.

The next Friday evening Gwen went out with Lisa to get a few things at the mall. The plan was to get a light dinner and then go to Lord & Taylor’s, Express and a few other stores.

Just before the mall closed Lisa said to Gwen, “We need to talk.”

Gwen was caught off guard and although she suspected what Lisa wanted to talk about she feign ignorance and asked, “Talk about what?”

“You know, what happen with George.”

Gwen almost regretted having said anything about the incident to her. She didn’t want to talk about it, at least not yet. She felt the anger towards George in her and then the confusing welling up of tears. “Okay, but not here.” She couldn’t believe she had just agreed to say anything at all. There was a large part of her that was afraid to say anything and then there was that small part of her that felt a bit of relief over the idea of getting it off her chest.

Lisa suggested they go to her place where they could talk in private. Though the ride was a short one in miles driven it seemed to Gwen to take forever. She fidgeted the whole way and responded to Lisa’s attempts at conversation with short answers, not her usual chattiness. Fortunately Lisa understood Gwen’s lack of talk and took nothing by it.

Once inside the apartment Lisa offered Gwen some wine saying it might help her feel better. Gwen liked the idea and passively accepted. Lisa sat on the sofa next to Gwen and placed a glass of wine in front of her.

“So Gwen, what really happened? I mean like that was supposed to be one of the happiest nights of your life.” The concern in Lisa’s voice came across strongly and Gwen quietly appreciated that she’d be taken seriously. During the week since the prom she had mostly feared no one would believe her if they knew what happened.

“Well, you know pretty much what happened. George took me out parking after the prom, we got drunk and he acted like a jerk.” She could see the disbelief in Lisa’s eyes and cringed at the thought of having to go into any more detail.

Lisa sighed and said, “Gwen, don’t bullshit me. I’m your best friend. I know when you’re lying to me.”

“I’m not lying.” Gwen responded strongly.

“Yeah but you’re not telling me what really happened either.”

Gwen lowered her eyes and thought back to George’s forcing himself on her. Then she could feel the anger welling up from within her again. Finally she summoned up the courage and blurted out, “Well, I told him I didn’t want to have sex with him but he kept saying he wanted to and that he loved me but I kept saying no and then he pinned my arms down and fucked me and then he threw up.”

Although she was startled by Gwen’s statement she wasn’t surprised. Then she felt an anger growing in her and said, “You mean that asshole raped you?”

“No, he didn’t rape me,” Lisa complained, “he just pushed me into it.”

“So you enjoyed it?”

“No! It was gross!”

“So you didn’t come?”

“Of course not. He just pushed his dick in me and then he came and then . . .” Gwen could feel the tears well up again and she couldn’t finish the sentence. Finally through her tears and sobbing she said, “He’s just a prick Lisa. All boys are just jerks who just want to get into your panties.”

Gwen started crying and Lisa pulled her head into her chest. As Gwen cried she stroked her hair and tried comforting her by saying, “It’s okay, everything’s going to be all right.”

Gwen was a little beside herself by this time and almost yelled, “No it won’t! I hate him! I hate him!”

Lisa could feel Gwen’s strong emotions and in turn pulled her in just a little more tightly. Finally she said, “I know I know but you have me now.”

Gwen wasn’t quite sure how to take Lisa’s statement but she did feel comforted by it and she was feeling the relief of having finally told someone of her encounter. It was then she broke down and cried like a baby. She felt warm and safe in Lisa’s arms. She didn’t cry for long and as her tears ceased she looked up into Lisa’s face and said, “Thank you for being her for me. I love you.” This finally admission had surprised Gwen even as she was saying the words. The only person she had ever told she loved was her mother. It felt odd to tell another girl she loved her but slot oyna it didn’t feel wrong. She liked the feel of Lisa’s arms around her and she especially like the way Lisa stroked her hair. She felt herself relaxing in Lisa’s gentle touch.

Gwen lay in Lisa’s arms for a good ten minutes with neither of them saying a word but simply enjoying the moment. Gwen opened her eyes back up and looked up into Lisa’s eyes. She had never before noticed how beautiful Lisa’s eyes were. He brown eyes were set wide and were soft and inviting. As she stared into Lisa’s eyes they seemed to be slowly getting closer to her and then suddenly Gwen felt Lisa kiss her, a very soft gentle kiss. Gwen was surprised by the kiss as she came out of the trance like state she had been in. But strangely to her she liked the kiss. She moved her head slightly towards Lisa as to give her a kiss but stopped. Lisa sensed this and kissed Gwen again this time allowing the kiss to linger. Gwen closed her eyes as they kissed. As her mind focused on the kiss Gwen thought how nice it felt, how warm and loving. Still, a part of her was surprised by her response while another part of her was saying this was wrong and she should stop. Her mind raced a little between thoughts of the kiss being wrong and how it made her feel good and closer to Lisa. Gwen had no desire to stop the kiss and for the first time she returned the kiss with kisses of her own. A warm tingly feeling was going through her, an arousing yet comforting feeling. Gwen thought to herself how no kiss had ever felt quite so good as this one. At first they sucked on each other’s lip and then brushed their lips together. Finally Lisa gently pressed her tongue into Gwen’s mouth in a slow probing move. Gwen felt good accepting Lisa’s tongue and then pushed her tongue into Lisa’s mouth. Although she had French kissed boys before it had never felt nearly as good as this. It was as if Lisa knew exactly how to touch her, exactly what she wanted. It was then something Gwen had heard before came to mind. She had heard that only a woman knows how to touch another woman and Gwen suddenly knew the truth to the statement.

For a long time they just kissed and both Lisa and Gwen enjoyed every second of it. Finally it was Lisa who moved her hand over Gwen’s breast. The touch caused Gwen to move backward slightly as she was surprised by it but just as quickly she pushed her breast back into Lisa’s hand desiring more of the touch. She could feel Lisa’s hand moving ever so slowly over and around her breasts, first one then the other. And then Lisa’s fingertip pushed lightly against her nipples. Gwen felt as if her nipples were straining under the touch try to force themselves through the fabric of her bra and into Lisa’s hand.

Lisa moved back a bit and said, “Why don’t we get a little more comfortable.” She didn’t wait for Gwen’s reply but stood up immediately and lead Gwen by the hand into her bedroom and onto her bed. Gwen moved into Lisa’s arms and wrapped herself around Lisa with arms and legs entangled. Lisa immediately started kissing Gwen again just as she had been. But the she moved her kiss from Gwen’s mouth to her cheek and then down to her neck and stopped there. Lisa concentrated on kissing Gwen’s neck as she felt Gwen responding beneath her touch. Lisa pressed her hips into Gwen’s and started to slowly rub her body against Gwen as she continued to kiss her neck.

Finally Lisa stopped the kiss and sat up on the bed. Without saying a word or removing her eyes from Gwen’s she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. Lisa thought if Gwen were going to object this would be the time. She of course hoped Gwen wouldn’t and as she removed her bra she saw Gwen’s eyes drop from hers and down to her now naked breasts. Lisa had smallish breasts. She was barely a B cup and had always desired larger breasts. When she saw Gwen smile as she looked at her breasts Lisa felt comforted. As she stood up to remove her jeans and panties Gwen started undressing herself. Once naked Lisa stood beside the bed as she watch Gwen undress. The only other place she had ever seen any girl undress was in the high school locker rooms and there she had always tried to avert her eyes. Now she could take it all in and she was a little surprised by how arousing she found it.

When they were both naked they lay down next to each other and embraced once again. It was Gwen who initiated the kiss this time and Gwen who quickly touched Lisa’s breasts. Lisa pushed her hips back into Gwen wanting to feel absolutely as close to her as she could. As she did so she could feel the hair of Gwen’s pussy canlı casino siteleri as it brushed against her own. She was pleasantly surprised by how erotic it felt. Then Lisa noticed how nice it felt having her breasts pressing into Gwen’s. Not only was it a feeling she had never felt before, of course, it was one she had never even imagined and now that it was happening it felt like something she’d like to have a lot of. Their kisses became more passion filled and Gwen slowly moved her body against Lisa’s drinking in the tingly feeling of their bodies rubbing against each other but particularly the way she could feel her pussy brushing up against Gwen’s. She felt certain that this movement alone would bring her to orgasm.

Once again Lisa took her lips from Gwen’s and started kissing down her body, first to her neck and then to her breasts. Lisa had never even touched another woman’s breasts before that day and now she was nuzzling Gwen’s nipple. She thought she could feel the dampness of her pussy turning to dripping wetness as she sucked in Gwen’s nipple. Her nipple was hard as a pebble between her lips. She sucked in Gwen’s nipple and pulled it upward maintaining her grip upon it and only releasing it when she had pulled outward several inches. Then she turned her attentions to Gwen’s other nipple running the tip of her tongue over the tip of nipple and then around the nipple and finally sucking it in between her lips. Gwen gently moaned as Lisa ran her tongue around her areole.

When Lisa released the nipple again she kept her tongue on Gwen’s body and ran it down to her bellybutton. Gwen squirmed beneath Lisa as she did this. Lisa continued moving her tongue down Gwen’s body, along the side of her pussy and to the very top of her thigh. Lisa had wanted to run her tongue right down into Gwen’s pussy but decided to watch her reaction short of doing that. As Gwen continued to squirm beneath the touch of her tongue she decided to move to her pussy. Lisa could smell the scent of Gwen emanating from her pussy, a subtle highly erotic and magnetic scent.

Gwen knew what Lisa was about to do and as much as she wanted to watch it happen she closed her eyes as Lisa moved her tongue towards her pussy. Lisa first place a finger along the folds of Gwen’s pussy and gently urged them aside. As her finger entered Gwen she could feel the wetness and the heat. She knew this was Gwen’s reaction to her and that made her happy. Between her own feelings of lust Lisa wanted more than anything to make Gwen happy and now to sexually satisfy her. As she used both hands to part Gwen’s pussy lips and press her tongue into the heat of Gwen’s sex she knew she’d be able to satisfy her. Lisa moved her tongue slowly at first. The initial tangy taste of Gwen’s pussy was erotic to her all by itself. Lisa wanted to drink in Gwen as much as she could both figuratively and actually. As the tip of her tongue ran from the top of Gwen’s pussy down over her clit she briefly wished she could actually drink this nectar she was tasting for the very first time. She had had her doubts about being able to do exactly this to another woman because she had feared what it might be like but now that she was in the middle of it she could think of nothing she wanted more.

At first Lisa simply ran her tongue up and down Gwen’s pussy but each time she did she thought she noticed Gwen’s clit becoming harder. As she briefly pulled away from her pussy she saw that the clit was indeed standing out noticeably. She returned her attentions to Gwen’s clit only this time sucking it inward like a little nipple of its own. Gwen seemed to squirm a little more beneath her as she did this. Lisa became more animated with her sucking of Gwen clit and licking her pussy. Then Lisa inserted first one finger and then two into Gwen as she continued to lick her. This was about all Gwen could take and she felt this sudden surge come from the tips of her finger and toes and shoot towards the tip of her clit and into an enormous orgasm. Gwen thrust her hips and pussy up into Lisa’s face but Lisa never lost touch with her pussy continuing to lick her through her orgasm.

As the orgasm subsided Lisa took Gwen in her arms and held her. She caressed Gwen’s hair as she kissed her cheek and ear. Gwen closed her eyes taking in the pleasure of being stroked and also, of course, the lingering effect of her orgasm. She couldn’t believe she had such a strong orgasm. Then she felt Lisa’s pussy rubbing slightly against her leg and she tingled in her own pussy. As she opened her eyes she found herself looking into Lisa’s eyes. They kissed as lovers and it was then Gwen felt the type of love for Lisa she thought had be reserved for a male partner. Lisa’s tenderness had been like none she had known before.

“I love you,” Gwen said to Lisa.

“I love you too.”

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When I last left off Kevin had to return to work for a few hours, before returning to my room for some more hot man sex. I had decided to go grab a bite to eat while Kevin finished his work shift. After eating a nice dinner I still had a few hours to kill until Kevin returned so I decided to go have a few drinks in the bar before going back up to my room. While I was down in the bar I thought one of the hotel security guards was watching me rather closely, But I didn’t think much of it at the time. As I was sitting there Kevin walked up and ordered some drinks for one of the other guests, and told me he would be up to see me shortly, as he left he said something to the security guard that had been eyeing me. Again I just passed it off as they was friends and co-workers and let it go. I decided to go ahead and head to the room and prepare for the fun night ahead. Back in the room I stripped down to nothing but my boxers and a robe. I didn’t have to very long before Kevin was knocking on my door, as I let him in he grabbed my cock through my boxers as we walked back to the bed.

“Why don’t we go back down to the sauna, its closed but I have a key to the door.” Kevin asked.

I was game and off we went to the sauna. Once we got downstairs and in the sauna we stripped down and Kevin sat down first. I kneeled between his legs and licked his soft cock from the head down to his ball sac. I sucked one of his small balls in my mouth and licked around it, Kevin’s hand went to the back of my head urging me on as I took his other nut in my mouth and sucked on it as well. I slowly started licking my way up his shaft until I hovered my mouth over the head of his cock and engulfed him all the way down to his balls. I was just getting into giving Kevin a good blow job when we were interrupted.

“What the fuck is going on in here,” the voice boomed.

Releasing Kevin’s cock from my mouth and looking back I saw the huge black security guard standing there, as both Kevin and I tried to cover up.

“Samuel, I can explain.” Kevin started.

“What to explain you little faggot, it is clear what is going on.” The guard said.

“Look man I am sorry if we were breaking hotel rules, we will leave.” I offered.

“You aren’t going anywhere cock sucker,” the guard shot back, as he rubbed his cock.

“Look Samuel, just let him go. I will take the blame for this,” Kevin said.

“I will deal with you later Kevin, leave and leave now.” Samuel said.

“Its ok Kevin go ahead and go,” I told him.

Kevin got up and left the sauna as the guard took a seat beside where I was still kneeling down.

“So you like to suck cock,” He asked.

“What,” I asked.

“You seemed to be enjoying sucking his puny little cock,” Samuel said.

I sat there not knowing what to say as he began to rub his cock more thru his uniform pants.

“If you liked sucking his little cock, your going to love sucking mine boy.” Samuel said.

“I am not going to suck you,” I told him. Just then he slapped me hard across the face knocking me back on to my side. He then got up and pulled me back up pinning me against the sauna room wall.

“Look here boy, I wasn’t asking if you wanted to suck me. I was telling you that your going to suck me.” Samuel said.

I casino oyna stared half shocked into his eyes as he held me against the wall.

“Now boy lets go to your room so I can use you,” Samuel said.

He let me grab my robe as we walked out the door, in the elevator I began to see just what I as in for. This man was huge, he stood at least 6′ 7″ looked like a Greek god and had no visible fat on him. He had a huge package that seemed to be straining for release. He must have noticed me checking him out.

“See your already wanting to suck my big cock, aren’t you boy.” Samuel said.

“Please don’t hurt me, I will do whatever you say.” I told him

“I am going to do whatever I want to you anyway boy,” He shot back.

Back in the room Samuel stood in front of the bed “Take my clothes off boy” he commanded.

I was scared as I didn’t know what I was in for as I started unbuttoning his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. He had a perfect washboard stomach and very well defined pecs. I slowly started undoing his belt and pants as he pushed me to my knees and I slid down his pants. He kicked off his boots as I slid his pants down and over his feet. His cock strained to be out of his briefs as he stood over me grabbing the back of my head and rubbing my face all over his crotch. I opened my mouth and began licking around his cloth covered cock.

“You be nice to me boy and I will be nice to you,” Samuel said.

I reached in his brief and felt his thick cock as I pulled it from it confines. His cock was huge and it was still soft at more than 10″ and very thick. I started sucking on the head as he started running his hands through my hair.

“That it boy, treat daddy right,” He said.

I pulled his briefs down his legs and began to massage his lemon size balls as I worked more of his thickening cock in my mouth. I found myself getting into him controlling me as his cock was rapidly becoming hard as a rock as I was trying to get the head of his cock to enter my throat. His hand was pulling me down on to his cock as it started to go down my throat, His cock tasted wonderful as I fought off my gag reflex as it sank deeper into my throat.

“Oh that’s it boy, Kevin can’t even take me this deep.” Samuel said.

I pulled off his cock looking up at him half shocked.

“That right boy, my bitch boy set you up for me, and now your going to be my new bitch. Now get back down on daddy’s cock and get your prize,” He said

I couldn’t believe that Kevin did this to me. Samuel slapped my face hard getting my attention. I took his cock back in my mouth and began sucking this large black man once more. His cock was so big it had to be at least 13″ long and as thick as soda can. I soon had as much as I had before worked into my throat, as Samuel grabbed me by the sides of my head and began to roughly shove his cock in and out of my mouth.

“Your going to deep throat me bitch or I will fuck you dry,” He said.

I was scared to think that he intended to fuck my ass with this huge cock. I had been fucked before in the ass but by nothing as huge as his cock, all I could hope for was to bring him off with my mouth and satisfy him that way. I doubled up my efforts and was determined to get all of his huge cock down my throat. slot oyna Samuel was roughly face fucking me like I was a hand held pussy, shoving more and more of his cock down my throat with each thrust. I soon felt his balls slap against my chin as he now had all of his fuck stick buried in my throat. I stuck my tongue out and licked at his hairy balls as he held all of his cock in my throat. Just as I was about to pass out from lack of air, he would pull out enough for my gasp some air and shove it back in.

“Your are a good boy for letting daddy bury his bone in your throat,” He said.

I looked up into his eyes as he began slowly fucking my mouth with a sawing motion, I couldn’t believe how turned on I was and began to jack my own cock off as Samuel fucked my face. His cock felt good to me sliding in and out of my mouth. I now wanted to taste his man juice badly. I ran my tongue out as he slid his cock in and out swirling as best I could.

“Boy I am going to give you a big load to swallow,” he told me.

He pulled his cock slowly from my mouth till just the head was resting on my tongue, I let go of my cock and brought it up to his cock. I began jacking his off as I ran my tongue all over the head. He grabbed my ears and began blowing his load, I closed my lips around the head so as to not let any of his cum escape. He pumped jet after jet of his hot cum into my mouth, grabbing my chin as he finished cumming he pulled his dick from my mouth and wiped the remaining cum on my lips. I swallowed all of his cum and opened my mouth showing him as I licked the last drops of cum from my lips.

“That’s a good boy you learn quick,” He laughed.

I was almost horrified to see that is cock was still hard. “Please don’t fuck me, I cant take that up my ass.” I told him.

“Don’t worry boy it will hurt, but it wont kill you.” He said.

I sat there between his knees looking up as his hard cock, I slipped my mouth back around it. I was thinking maybe I could distract him with my mouth. I sucked on it for just a few minutes, when he pushed me off of his cock.

“That’s enough of your mouth boy, it time to get you ready to fuck.” Samuel said.

He pulled me up and had me lay over the end of the bed as he spread my ass cheeks and spit it to my rosebud. He then started pushing two of his meaty fingers in and out of my ass, twisting tem as he pushed them all the way in my hole. He kept spitting as he worked a third finger into my hole stretching me out more and more.

“You will be ready for me in no time boy,” He said.

Strangely his fingers felt good in my ass and I was pushing back to meet them as they pushed deep in my hole. He then pushed a finger from his other hand in my hole stretching me out even more. He was becoming rougher with my hole as he stretched me out, causing me to moan in pain. He had worked a second finger in with is other hand as he pulled and stretched my hole open. He kept finger fucking me as he continued to spit in my hole getting me wet for the fucking I knew was coming that I would never forget.

“Ok boy, your ready for me now.” He said.

He then reached over my head and grabbed the lube I had put on the nightstand and poured it in to my hole. He then squirted a gob in the palm of his hand and canlı casino siteleri stroked his ebony shaft with it, coating it good. I put my head in the pillows as I felt his huge cock head press against my puckered opening.

“Daddy is going to fuck you good boy,” he said. I soon felt the head pry its way into my man hole.

I felt like I was being split in half and knew that it was just the head of his cock in me. He held it there just a second before he slowly started sliding his massive dick in me. I yelled out in pain as he just laughed as he slid another inch of his fuck stick up my hole. He kept pushing inch after inch onto me, until I felt his balls press against my own.

“Daddy loves your tight ass boy,” Samuel said.

He was sawing his cock in and out of me a few inches at a time, getting me used to the size of his cock. The pain that I felt at first was now being replaced by a warm sensation that felt good. I started pushing back into his cock almost involuntarily, as he fucked me.

“That’s it boy, take daddy’s dick real good.” He said.

He was fucking me hard with full strokes now, me meeting each of his thrusts with one of my own. His big cock felt so good buried up in me. I found myself actually begging him to fuck me harder.

“Please fuck me harder,” I said.

“That’s a good boy, tell Daddy what you want,” he told me.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” I said.

“What do you call me boy,” he asked.

“Daddy, Please fuck me Daddy,” I told him.

“That’s a good boy,” Samuel said.

Pulling his cock completely out of me. “Roll over boy,” He said.

I rolled over onto my back and Samuel took my legs placing them over his shoulder as he pushed his cock back into me fully. he grabbed my hips and began hammering his rod into me, as I reached up and twisted his nipples as he fucked me. Samuel leaned down and snaked his tongue out tracing across my lips as I opened my mouth and readily kissed him. I let my legs fall down off his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist pulling him in tighter as he fucked me with hard long strokes.

“Daddy is going to give you a treat boy. Are you ready,” he asked.

“Yeas Daddy, I am ready,” I told him.

He grabbed onto my hips and shoved his whole dick up my fuck chute as he began coming. He pulled his dick out grabbing my head and shoving it on his cock, as he continued to erupt in my mouth. His sperm tasted wonderful as he dumped the remainder of his cum down my throat. Once he was finished cumming he pulled his softening dick from my mouth and rubbed the cock head across my face. He stood there looking at me as he put his pants back on.

“I have to go now boy, but I am bringing some friends with me tomorrow,” he said.

“What do you mean a friend,” I asked.

Slapping me hard across the face. “Boy, you forget I am the daddy and you will address me as such,” he said.

“I am sorry Daddy,” I told him. I knew at that moment I had let this large black man take full control over me and I actually was enjoying it. But what did he mean by friends, I wondered.

“I will see you tomorrow afternoon, be ready for me boy,” he said.

I watched as he turned and left the room, wondering just what he meant by friends.

This is the second episode in a series that I hope you will enjoy. Any and all feedback is appreciated. Please let me know what you think. And if you have any ideas for a story direction let me know. I am open to any and all criticism and compliments.

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Dave and Jason dove on the other side of the bed to hide their nakedness from the unexpected visitor who had just barged into our room without knocking.

The coach spied me in my towel and gave me a once over and then flashed his winning smile. The coach’s massive frame filled the open doorway. His gaze zeroed in on me standing mid-room, all but naked except for the towel around my waist. He gave me a once over and flashed his intoxicating smile.

“I’m glad I caught you Mike, I want to go over some things with you before tomorrow’s finals. Can you swing by my room?”

“Sure coach, no problem, let me just throw on a pair of shorts and I’ll be right over.” The coach looked over to the other bed, smiled a little, turned and left the room.

As I quickly dressed, Jason commented, “Guess you’re the top dog now, Mike. Looks like you’ll be unseeding Kent on the relay, that’s probably what he is going to tell you. But rest assured, I don’t think Kent will take it too well. He is used to being the coach’s number one pet.”

In my defense, I quipped back, “You guys kept stressing that I should give it all for the team, so that’s what I did. Or does that just apply to when you need your dicks sucked? I am not going to apologize for my performances. On my knees or in the pool. I exited the room and headed towards the Coach’s room.

As I knocked on the coach’s hotel room door, I thought about the comment about Kent not taking the whole thing well. In fact, he hadn’t said much to me after the race. I had trained hard for this meet, and wasn’t going to play second fiddle to Kent. Especially since I had posted better times than him in the prelims. And quite frankly, the coach was paying a lot of attention to me, and he was not only a super coach, but one handsome man. Who wouldn’t want to please him? Kent certainly didn’t have a problem digesting that huge load I saw getting fed to him a few weeks ago. Or is that how he became top dog?

The coach answered the door quickly and immediately invited me in. He was clad in a V-neck white tee shirt that more than did justice to his amazing pecs. His sweat pants of course clinged perfectly to his oversized package and perfectly shaped butt. His room was a little bigger than the standard rooms we had; it had a couch, a small kitchen area, a king size bed and a desk area where he had all of his paperwork.

“Come on in, Mike, have a seat,” he said as he directed me to the couch. I sat there and enjoyed both the going and coming views as he walked over to his desk and then brought some papers over.

“Tomorrow you have your two finals and I am also going to put you in for the breaststroke leg of the relay. I know it’s a lot of responsibility for a freshman at his first meet, but I am fully confident in your talent. I’m pleased with your performance and quite honestly, you have really done more than could have been expected of you. You’ve proven to be the biggest asset to our team. You respond well to direction, always perform beyond expectation…a true coach’s dream.”

The coach had his hand on my shoulder as he told me this and looked me right in the eyes. I saw his hazel green eyes sparkle as he spoke to me. I immediately felt a rush of blood into my crotch and started tenting my shorts. I looked over to the coach’s pants and his were bulging more too. For a brief second time seemed to freeze. The coach moved closer and held the side of my head and kissed me. His snaked open my lips and his tongue worked its way into my mouth. I was hardly an expert at kissing men, as I had only done that with the team captains, but kissing the coach felt like the most natural thing in the world. He was gentle yet masculine at the same time. My head swirled with passion as I realized I was making out with the hottest man I had ever laid eyes on. His shortly cropped hair, tanned skin, perfect smile and sinewy muscled body made him a sight to behold.

The coach lowered his sweatpants to reveal a completely full light blue speedo. This was the suit I had seen him wear on the deck – the one that perfectly encapsulated his ass and crotch. It also had a copious wet spot on the front. The head of his dick was stretching the top of the suit’s waistband as if trying to escape.

“Maybe you could help me out of this, Mike,” the coach added as I gazed at this incredulous sight. I put my hand on the suit and tugged at it to try to set that monster inside free. As I yanked it quickly past his egg-shaped balls, his cock bobbed in the air twice and then stood straight up proudly against his dark pubes. I had seen it from afar when Kent was chowing down on it, but up close and personal it looked more alive, more robust, and simply bigger. Coach wrapped his beefy palm and long fingers around his shaft, then slowly pulled on it from the root to the ridge of his mushroom. He moved his fingers across the top of the head while I watched entranced. He then took a wet finger and moved it to my lips so I could taste the precum on his finger. I savored the sweet, tangy taste in my mouth casino oyna and wanted more.

“Mike, I need you to suck my dick.” He simply stated the obvious. I knew that was going to happen. In fact, I knew deep down when I left my room to come to his that somehow Coach’s sperm would wind up in my gut and I was actually quite fine with that idea. I knew Kent had serviced the coach, and I wanted to do the same. I wanted to please him completely.

I looked at his huge slab of beef and licked my lips, eager for the feeding that awaited me. This perfect specimen of manhood, as well as the looks and masculinity that accompanied it would be nearly impossible to resist for any man. I can see why even a guy like Kent would drop to his knees in a heartbeat for this man.

I guess I didn’t move fast enough because the coach hooked his arm around my neck and began moving me towards his large hard dick. I took that as my cue to get busy pleasing him. Unlike the other times I had sucked dick, this time I was a fully cooperative and my mouth was stretched open by the time I reached his head. I felt the velvety head in my mouth, licked around the rim and tasted a few more delicious drops of precum. I knew the drill. Men liked having bobbing heads on their cocks, so I had better get busy soon. I worked my way down to almost seven inches of this wide cock. The last inch or so eluded me. I pulled back up, coating the entire length of his shaft with my saliva. I once again nursed a few drops of his tangy precum out of him and heard him let out a long satisfied sigh. I knew I was doing a good job and it felt great to see the coach so relaxed.

I hummed slightly on his cock as I dutifully moved up and down on his dick. The coach looked down with a raised eyebrow, probably sensing that I had done this more than a few times before. He held the sides of my head gently and moved his hands through my hair as I worked my way towards the base. I was determined to get him all the way down. Luckily, as his dick was now awash in my saliva it moved easily across my tongue and into my throat. I increased my momentum and suctioning. I felt the coach give me a little push downward and suddenly my lips were nestled in his man bush. I had just deep throated the coach. I continued to breathe through my nose as I savored my achievement. My eyes shifted to look up at the coach. His were glazed over. Evidently I was not only a better swimmer than Kent, but also better at sucking cock.

I withdrew his spit covered cock from my mouth and saw the rivulets of both precum and saliva bead off of it. I hungrily gobbled him up again and continued my quest for sperm. I quickened my pace and made sure to run my mouth under the ridge of his cock on the way up and then tightened my lips on the way down. The coach seemed to like this and I could tell he was getting close. “This is soooo good, Mike. You really know how to please a man. It looks like someone trained you well.”

“Mmmm, hmmmm,” was all I could mouth as there wasn’t much room in my mouth. It was jammed full by his large, wide, throbbing cock. The coach brought his hands to the back of my head and applied pressure to get me all the way down on his cock. I slightly gagged, but the coach, ever the coach, told me to relax my throat and breathe through my nose. Once I did that, I was able to get all the way down consistently. I liked how the pubes tickled my lips when I went all the way to the base. This seemed to be especially pleasurable for the coach. It never occurred to me until much later, how coach had known the perfect technique to achieving deep throat.

I continued bobbing up and down this beef, determined to make him cum, which proved to be a few seconds away. The coach whispered, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna shoot.”

And shoot he did. He yelled out as he unloaded deep into my throat. I continued bobbing but the coach held my head tight, probably to keep me on it. That was not necessary because I had been trained to swallow the entire load since day one. Perhaps the coach was unaware of this, but nonetheless, he happily uncorked a ten second orgasm into my esophagus. It went down nicely. The coach looked down at me, pulled me up to him and kissed me. Just like he had with Kent. I guess I was now one of his service boys too. I liked that feeling.

The coach pulled me up off the carpet and brought me up to the couch. He quickly worked my shorts and briefs off and dove down on my engorged cock. I was hung, but not in the same class as the coach. I never envisioned the coach to be a cocksucker; boy, did I have a lot to learn. He toiled steadily on my throbbing member while I enjoyed the sensations of his warm moist mouth. He pulled off my cock momentarily and pointed over to the bed. He pulled me over there and laid me on my back. He licked my quarter shaped nipples and made a wet path towards my crotch. When he took my cock this time, he swallowed me all the way to the base in one smooth motion. He held me in his mouth and looked up at me with his sexy eyes and raised eyebrows. He then slot oyna closed his eyes, moaned and continued to work my cock with his full wet lips.

He might be headed for age forty, but his body sure didn’t show it and his cock responded like it was sixteen. Holy shit! He hadn’t even gone soft. I stared at that dangling hunk of still rock hard manhood as his lips worked on mine. As he maneuvered his body sideways and I noticed his cock a few inches from my mouth. Like a baby needing to feed I attached myself to it and licked it hungrily. For a few minutes we assumed the hot 69 position, each of us swallowing each other’s penis over and over. The room was completely quiet only sounds were the lip smacking and the muffled moans and sighs around our cocks produced by this tandem sucking.

The coach’s hand began touching the area under my balls. First he kneaded the knot just under them. It was a hot spot I didn’t even know I had! Then he segued to my anus and began tracing circles around it. He pulled off my cock, lubricated another finger in his mouth, and then proceeded to push it into my tight hole. I moaned around his cock which was pretty much buried in my throat. The coach then pulled out of my mouth and turned me on my stomach. His mouth made a beeline for my ass and within seconds his wet tongue was tracing circles around my opening. “You have one hot ass, you know that? I spotted it the first day of tryouts, and have jerked off ever since thinking about it,” he said before diligently working his tongue into my still virgin hole. I moaned in ecstasy knowing he had fantasized about me too. This was further compounded by the intense feeling of his tongue entering me as his beard stubble grazed the inside of my ass cheeks. The coach reached to the night table and applied a gel to his finger and moved it in my ass. I jumped at the coolness of the gel and while he took a few extra seconds working his finger in me, I immediately relaxed as he glided towards my prostate.

***

Kent was mesmerized watching the action intently from the small couch on the other side of the large motel room. He had originally been spying on Mike blowing the coach from the barely-cracked-open bathroom door, but once they were both lost to the world concentrating on each other, he stealthily slipped out and planted himself on the sofa. Being just a few feet from the live sex show fed his voyeur fetish well, but he was more than ready to shift to being one of the participants. His cock had been hard and without relief for far too many long minutes. He finally pushed the waistband of his briefs down, snugged it under his rumbling balls, and began taking long, slow pulls on himself.

“Now I know why coach told me to get to his room and hide in the bathroom. He wants me in on this too, but not until the exact right time. Just like how properly timed strokes in the pool makes you a winner, I have to wait until he has Mike totally primed and ready for me to join in the action without any argument. But fuck…hurry the hell up and let me know it’s time before I empty this load up my abs instead of down our boy’s throat!’

Kent knew where things were headed. Coach had filled him on the plan earlier. In his very natural authoritarian manner, he let it be known without coming straight out and saying it, that he was the one that was picking this cherry. Kent didn’t argue. He knew better. Coach owned him. Ever since he had been in the same position when he was the new rising star on the team. To this day, the coach was the only one that had ever fucked him.

Kent shook off the disappointment of not being the one to break in Mike and went back to concentrating on the hard flesh in his hand as he watched the coach get Mike in position.

* ** * *

The coach withdrew his two fingers again and I thought he was going to add a third finger, but what I felt was something blunt touch my nervous hole. I looked back and sure enough, he was gripping his cock and trying to ease it forward into me. He moved up and whispered in my ear, “I want you Mike, I want to be in you.”

I took a deep breath and as I let it out, I felt the head of his cock start to open my ass. I could feel my hole desperately trying to expand, trying to let him in but it started to hurt before he made it very far in. I was moved forward, trying to ease the strain and perhaps rethink this whole thing. “Coach, I don’t think…,” I muttered as I again felt him pressing forward.

“Just relax Mike. You’re going to love this. I promise.” After a few seconds the pain passed and I felt my hole open a little further to swallow another inch of his cock. Coach was obviously (and thankfully) taking his time, because this must have been the slowest fuck in history. Several times he would ease an inch or so inside of me and the pain would stop us, but it would quickly pass as I took a few deep breaths. He pressed forward again and I was really feeling the pressure. I instinctively tried to get away by crawling forward on the bed, but the coach was deep enough and simply canlı casino siteleri followed me on his knees. I stared at the headboard and wondered how could Dave have enjoyed this so much? My tender hole felt like it couldn’t stretch anymore and I was about to ask him to stop when I felt his balls touching mine and his pubes tickling my anus. Unbelievably, I had taken all of him. His entire shaft was buried in me; I was no longer a virgin.

Coach didn’t speak or move for a bit, then he kind of rotated his hips and I could feel his cock rooting deep in me. It felt good. I dropped my head down as sign I was ready for him to continue. He read the cue perfectly. He slowly pulled his thick dick out of my ass and then gradually opened me back up with it. The sensation was incredible. I had only recently learned about the prostate but I knew enough that I was able to feel his dick sliding over it, and I realized he was definitely hitting it just right. He put his hands on my hips and settled into a steady rhythm of fucking me. I liked not only the feeling of his dick in my ass but I realized I liked submitting to him. I resigned myself to let him have me as long as he wanted.

I realized that I was getting fucked and actually handling it pretty well. I also wondered if Jason knew something because he had told me I would lose my cherry that weekend. And there was no denying it. I was filled to the hilt with an 8 inch cock and was willingly and gladly accepting it, just like I had seen Dave do a little while ago. A few moans of unintelligible vowels escaped my mouth as I felt the coach’s strokes deep inside me.

“I knew he would take it. Any guy who swallows a load will give up his ass. It never fails.”

I was shocked to hear Kent’s voice as he walked over towards the side of the bed with his usual grin. I didn’t realize he had watched this all of this unfold from the couch. As I had been facing the wall, I had no clue he had seen this all, but I suddenly panicked as I saw Kent slowly stroking his own shaft while watching the Coach ream me out. I tried to get up, but as I did the coach simply pushed his dick all the way up my ass and held my lower back down on the bed.

“You aren’t going anywhere Mike,” he hissed as he poked harder up my ass. Plus, you need to suck his dick.”

Without even hesitating, I inched forward, the Coach following me with his cock buried in my ass until I reached Kent. I started sucking Kent, taking as much of him in my mouth as I could and Coach resumed fucking my loosened up ass. Kent was now kneeling in front of me and the coach was now up on his knees behind me. It was mind blowing that I was being spit roasted between both of these men. I felt an exciting nervousness in my stomach as I realized I was no longer a virgin. I really got off servicing them both, evidenced by my rock hard cock flopping underneath me. The most difficult part was trying to concentrate on giving Kent the head he expected while being distracted by the exquisite feeling of Coach steadily thrusting my hole.

After a few minutes, Kent put his hands on my head and made that familiar groaning. I knew what that meant and prepared myself for the bucket sized cum load about to come. I was doing my best to accommodate him and was determined to make him cum which turned out to be just seconds away. He held my neck tightly and let out a long sigh. I had one hand wrapped around the base of his cock and felt it start to jerk, while at the same time I tasted the first jet of cum in my mouth. I started swallowing quickly, aware of the amount of sperm Kent produced. After six or seven strong sprays Kent let out a long moan and completely relaxed while he let his spent tool wilt in my mouth.

The coach had been keenly watching all of this and clearly got excited seeing Kent unload into my mouth. His thrusts had gotten faster and a little harder. He was pulling back on my hips with each stroke, which got his dick a little deeper in my ass. I welcomed the feeling and liked the accelerated motion. His breathing was getting a little ragged and I could tell he was about to lose it too. He moved his hands from the side of my hips to under me and started really pulling me back on his cock. I could hear the steady slapping of my ass against his stomach and feel his balls spanking on each stroke. After a few more especially hard thrusts, he lunged forward and pulled me towards him at the same time. I thought I had gotten used to his cock but it felt thicker and longer now as he buried every bit of it to the hilt in my tender ass. Then I felt the entire length of his shaft start to pulse as he pumped his cum into me. I could feel each throb of his swollen cock. I felt like hot glue was traveling inside me. One final thrust from his hips nailed my magic button hard and as the coach’s final cum blast flowed over it, I went over the edge and shot my own record-breaking explosion all over the sheets…without anyone, or even myself, touching my cock. He held me back against him for a few seconds after he finished and then relaxed and sat back, wincing as his dick slid out of my no longer virgin ass. Kent finally let loose of my ears and pulled his flaccid cock from my mouth. He grinned at both of us as he got up and headed for the bathroom.

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I have known for years of my curiousity. Never taken it further than fantasies quick glances in the gym locker room, trolling the net, like most of you reading this. The confession to a long time friend was hard, she was supportive as expected and even said she suspected it but never said how or why.

Along came Evan on the website. Not shy he offered his “services” to me but I was not ready. I loved the passionate back and forth about sex, it made me excited, but being the typical MWM I did not go further than fantasies…until I could take no more.

I offered to meet at a mall outside Boston, no one would know me there so no worries about being discovered. “I will be wearing a green t-shirt, white baseball hat, sweats pulled up to just below my knees, and the hemp anklet”. The anklet was the identifying mark of course for him to look for. I found a bench at the pre- arranged time, slipped off my sneakers to show off the anklet to him more clearly. He found me in a few minutes and my heart started racing.

A casino oyna few moments of small talk and I could stand no more. “The motel room is already paid for” I told him, “ride with me”. He agreed quickly, knowing what was ahead for him.

Arriving at the room 5 minutes later, I licked off my shoes as I closed the door behind me. Evan turned around to face me and I removed my shirt, my sweats already starting to show off my excitement I removed his shirt and rubbed against him, my hard cock at attention and in need of attention. I pulled off my sweats, now naked my only words were “I am yours for the afternoon, have your way with me”. Evan smiled, said “on the bed with you”, slapping my ass as I walked past him, I lay on my back, my arms falling above my head.

Removing his pants as he appraoched he joined me, straddling my body, his hard cock brushing across my face, my tongue reached for his balls, hanging in front of my face, I licked them, kissed them and sucked feverishly, he slot oyna kept his cock just beyond my reach, teasing me. As my mouth devoured his balls he tied my hands together with my sweats, thgen tied them to the bed post. I was at his mercy.

He offered his hard cock slowly, teasing me with the precum on my tongue before finally sliding it into my warm wet mouth. He moaned as my lips wrapped around him, pumping into my mouth, I could feel him swell as my tongue worked him into a fit of passionate sex. He pulled out and turned so he could suck my raging cock as he pumped back in my mouth, a wonderful 69 with 2 cocks wanting to release. I moaned as his fingers slid into my ass, opening me for what was to come soon. I pumped into his mouth and could take it no more, my cock exploded into his mouth. He turned and smiled, pulling out of my mouth, positioning himself to take my virgin ass. As he slid his cock in I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him into me as he split me with his cock, the pain subsided canlı casino siteleri as he filled me, fucking me like the slut that I had become.

My cock was still hard even after cumming in him and he stroked me as his cock swelled inside me, pumping harder and harder, he suddenly filled my ass with cum and fell out of me onto the bed, covered in sweat and cum. the door A shower for him as I remained tied to the bed, I heard a knock on the door. “Room service for Evan”, the sound of what sounded like 2 college aged young men. From the shower I heard, “I left the door unlocked,your tips are on the bed”…

Wonderfully muscular, the waiters smile as they removes each others’ clothes and closes the door behind them. Cocks grows as they nears the bed, Evan comes out of the shower, drops the towel showing his hard cock. The waiters kiss and fondle each other, I get hard and want them, they smile and they approach me, Evan interrupts, “his mouth belongs to me first boys, when I am done, he he all yours, you have the rest of him to share for now”. Evan’s cock is pushed past my wet lips, a mouth devours my balls and slides to my cock as a hard cock is thrust into my ass. What follows is an afternoon of lust and submission for you to imagine…..

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Back in her old room, Jen lay on the bed in the dark feeling sick; it was as if there was a huge gap where her stomach used to be, an aching void. It wasn’t the locked door, the pitch darkness or the lack of control that bothered her, it was the powerful emotions that churned within her; she felt nauseous, she felt dizzy, she felt as if she were falling into a pit, a pit from which there was no escape.

Right up front there was the anger, anger at being rejected, anger at being betrayed: how could Wendy have been so cruel? How could she have pushed her aside and flirted so openly with that slag, that dirt, that nothing? How could Wendy have looked on and laughed as Jen was forced to humiliate herself time after time? And then why did she have to top it all by showing the film of the party, letting that pathetic little whore see her like that, turning a special occasion into something cheap and tawdry? Jen pounded her pillow and screamed out loud, anything to vent this emotion.

Not far behind the anger there was the jealousy, the evil green-eyed goddess, that wanted to spit venom at the knowledge that upstairs, in Wendy’s bed, in her bed, in her place was that whore, that hussy, that slapper, that nasty little chav from god knows where! To have been cast aside was bad enough, but cast aside for that! She would never, could never, forget the look in Sharon’s eyes, that disdain, that look of victory that made it clear that, as far as Sharon was concerned, she was the dirt, she was the filth that was being thrown out.

And, as the anger and the jealousy receded for a while, then there was the frustration, the bitter sense of hopelessness. Never since her capture had it been so starkly brought home to her just how little control she had over her life. How she wished she could have stormed out, made it clear just where she stood, told Wendy and that little bitch just where to get off, but all she could do was take it, take the abuse, take the humiliation and furthermore, she would have to keep on taking it. There was the bitter knowledge that in a few short hours she was going to have to work with Wendy, to look her in the eye, to pretend that nothing had happened.

Finally, physically and emotionally exhausted, she was left with an aching sense of loss. She had been so foolish; she had dared to think, dared to dream that Wendy might, in her own way, care a little. That somehow there was a growing bond of respect, of understanding, of, dare she say it, love… but that flickering flame had been brutally extinguished; surely anyone who cared for her could not have done that, could not have sat by and laughed whilst she was being so badly hurt. Burying her head in her pillow Jen sobbed, howling in pain at her broken dreams. How could she have been so stupid to believe that she was anything to Wendy? Now it was all too obvious that Wendy didn’t care a fig.

In the pitch black dark of the room there was no sense of time, only an endless living nightmare. Jen tossed and turned, crying the night away, waiting on dawn and the further nightmares that it would bring.

PARP! PARP! PARP! Jen had forgotten the brutality of the hooter used as an alarm clock in the cell. She would give anything just to stay under the covers, hiding until the day had gone away but she knew she couldn’t. She dragged herself out of bed and over to the washbasin. The mirror on the wall told its own story. Jen had no idea if she’d slept five hours or five minutes but, from the look of her red-ringed eyes it was more like the latter. Vaguely she heard the click of the automatic lock on the door, \implying she was free to go for breakfast but she really couldn’t bear the thought. She just stood, staring into the mirror, trying to find the energy to move. Eventually the door opened and Sally poked her head round.

“Come on, slowcoach. You’re late enough as it is. I don’t want a beating because you can’t get up of a morning.”

“Sorry, I….” Jen started, haltingly.

“Oh, god, you got it bad, didn’t you?” Sally saw the state of Jen and was suddenly concerned for her friend.

“Oh, Sal, Sal,” Jen sobbed. “Why does she do it? Why does she make me think she cares and then treat me like this?”

“Because that’s what she does,” returned Sally. “She did it to me and now she’s doing it to you.”

“She did it to you?” Jen questioned, her surprise breaking her out of her self absorption.

“Do you think you’re the first? Don’t you remember how I used to be when you first arrived? That trick I played when I marked your blouse? How do you think it felt watching her fawn all over you, knowing you had taken my place?” There was still some resentment showing in Sally’s voice.

“So how did you cope? Why didn’t you leave? You’re not a prisoner, you could just walk away,” Jen asked.

“Huh, well, casino siteleri I nearly did but, the money’s good and she’s a reasonable boss to work for and, at the end of the day, I always knew that I was never anything more than her plaything, I was fun in bed, that’s all; there was never any real attachment. Mind you, I’m surprised that she’s ditched you so fast; I thought you were different; I really thought she was getting fond of you.” Sally seemed to pull herself together. “Come on now, have some breakfast, you’ll feel better.”

The two women went off to the kitchen where Juanita greeted them and fussed over Jen. Even with their support and comfort, Jen had little appetite. She drank some coffee and had a couple of slices of toast just to keep Juanita quiet. She was still sitting there staring into space when Sally tapped her on the shoulder and told her that it was time to leave. She went to get dressed and then met up with Sally on the way to the garage. After all the times she had left with Wendy it seemed strange being back with Sally; it was as if the last few weeks hadn’t happened. They drove out and parked in front of the house waiting.

When Wendy appeared at the front door, Jen felt her stomach lurch again. There beside her, still wearing the clothes from last night was Sharon, tottering along in her platform boots. There was plenty of room in the back of the car but Jen was hoping that she would never have to see the bitch again. Once they were in the car Wendy told Sally to drive to the office and then take Sharon back home to Romford.

“Hello, it’s piglet!” Sharon exclaimed. “A bit hard to recognize you with your clothes on.”

“Oh, she’s still ready and available,” \commented Wendy. “Go on, piglet; show Sharon how available you are.”

Jen was about to protest but one look at Wendy’s face told her this would be a bad move so she gritted her teeth and lifted the front of her skirt. Wendy reached across and undid the buttons of her blouse, pulling it open, exposing her breasts.

“There, very pretty. Why don’t you sit like that until we get there? Now, Sharon, where were we?” Wendy pulled Sharon into a clinch and Jen watched as her hand slid up under Sharon’s mini-skirt. She sat there seething, her humiliation complete. It seemed to take forever before they pulled up at the office and, hurriedly buttoning up her blouse, she followed Wendy into the lobby.

The morning seemed to drag by. Sure, Jen had plenty to do but she couldn’t concentrate and she spent most of her time just staring at her PC screen. At lunch time Wendy called her over to her desk.

“I don’t see much work happening,” she said, reaching for her desk drawer. “Maybe a few strokes of the paddle might liven you up.”

Jen just stared. She didn’t know what to say, she didn’t dare say what she wanted to say.

“Well, has the cat got your tongue? I asked if a few strokes of the paddle were required.” Wendy sounded quite cross.

“That’s up to you, Mistress,” Jen replied curtly.

“Yes, it is and you seem to be forgetting that. I’m less than impressed with your attitude. You had better shape up or you’ll regret it. Now, bend over.” Jen complied but she couldn’t change her mood and the punishment was joyless, a meaningless ritual. When it was over Jen was dismissed back to her desk without any of the usual post punishment games.

That afternoon Wendy was called away to a board meeting and Jen was left on her own. Again she pondered her fate, trying to decide how to break out of this mess. She couldn’t leave, she was, after all, still a prisoner. She couldn’t really affect her life in any significant way except to make it worse. That was what made the whole situation with Wendy so intolerable; she was totally dependant on the good will of a woman who seemed to want to go out of her way to hurt her. Why was it like this? What had she done? Why did Wendy want to be so cruel? Sure, the imprisonment, the bondage, the punishments, the games, those she could understand. As the days had turned to weeks had turned to months she had become an increasingly willing participant; but what satisfaction could Wendy derive from crushing her spirit like this? What possible motive could she have?

It was seven thirty when Wendy returned from her meeting. In the car on the way home she tried to make conversation but Jen, whilst retaining her subservient role, gave only monosyllabic answers and after a while Wendy gave up. By the time they got to the house both women were in a bad mood and it was a sullen Jen that followed an angry Wendy as she stomped into the house.

“Take this… this… this thing and lock her in her room,” Wendy ordered Juanita. “Maybe some time to think will improve her attitude.”

Something inside Jen snapped.

“THING! THING! Yeah, that’s slot oyna all I am to you, a thing. Not just me but all of us, Sharon, Sally, even Fran and Juanita; we’re all just things to you. Your toys, your pawns, your playthings. Who the fuck do you think you are, Miss High-And-Mighty, ordering us around, telling us how to live our lives? You think we’re just things; well, we’re not; we’re people, real people, people with feelings!”

“I do hope you’re not telling me how I should treat my staff?” Wendy asked, her anger clear.

“Staff, you don’t have staff, you have possessions. We’re your grown up Barbie dolls, you bend us, you shape us, you make us jump through hoops and when you’re finished with us you throw us away. Staff are people, people with rights, and you haven’t got the humanity to deal with people.” A sudden inspiration came to Jen. All afternoon she’d been trying to work it out and now she had it. “You’re scared, that’s what it is, you’re too scared to have a proper relationship with a real person.”

“Scared?” Wendy sneered with derision. “I’ve never been scared of anyone in my life.”

“Oh yes you have. You’ve been scared all your life, scared of commitment, scared of love, scared that someone, anyone might break down those walls you’ve built, might find the little girl inside, the little girl that’s so scared of being hurt she’ll do anything to keep people away. You live all alone in your ivory tower, no one comes near; you simply wont let them. That’s why you do it, that’s why you hurt people so much; you’re too scared to let them come close, let them see the real you.”

“How dare you…” Wendy snarled.

“How dare I? How dare I not! You’ve put me in a position where I’ve nothing to lose.” Jen cut across her. “Oh, sure, you won’t believe me, you’ll dismiss me like a stupid little girl and now you’ll make my life a living hell, but you’ve done that anyway. You did that the moment you stopped treating me like a person, the moment you started treating me like a THING!”

“I think you’ve said quite enough, indeed more than enough. Juanita, take her away. I never want to see her again, ever! I’ll send Fran to deal with her later.” Wendy stormed off.

“Bravo, Chiquita,” Juanita whispered as she gave the sobbing Jen a hug. “You are very brave, Chiquita, foolish, perhaps, but very brave. Now come, we must do as she said.”

Juanita led Jen down to her room and closed the door. Still shaking Jen sat on the end of her bed and wondered what was going to happen next. Had she gone too far? Heaven knows she’d pushed her luck to the limit and it wasn’t beyond Wendy’s capabilities to turn her over to Fran; that she would just ‘disappear’. Wendy’s ‘I never want to see her again’ had a huge element of threat and Jen had surely overstepped the mark. Still, there was no going back now, she couldn’t unsay what had been said; all she could do was wait.

It was the next morning that Fran came for her. Jen knew better that to fight, it would only have made things worse. She sat still while she was blindfolded and her wrists bound before being led out, she guessed to the garage. Here she was bundled into the boot of a car; at least she supposed so, she couldn’t really tell but that’s what it felt like. Doors opened and closed, an engine started and they were off.

Jen knew she should be scared; she had no illusions about just how far Fran would go as Wendy’s enforcer; she still remembered how Fran had raped her on that first night oh so long ago. However she was more resigned than scared. As soon as she had taken her stand against Wendy, she had known that this would be the consequence, and it was too late now to do anything about it. She relaxed as far as she could, letting the drone of the car tires lull her to sleep.

After some considerable time she felt the car turn off the main road onto what felt like a rough track. There was a short period of bumping around and then the car pulled up and the engine stopped. She heard Fran get out and come round to the back. The boot was opened and she felt the cool air on her skin. What she wasn’t expecting was to have her blindfold and handcuffs removed. Blinking she looked up to see Fran standing over her.

“Come on, let’s get you inside,” Fran said gruffly.

Jen climbed out of the boot of the car and, shivering in the cold air, picked her way across the yard following Fran to what looked like a farmhouse. A quick look around confirmed that they were in the middle of nowhere, the nearest neighbours must have been at least half a mile away. The rolling countryside was very pretty; from the honey-coloured stone of the buildings Jen guessed that they were in the Cotswolds or somewhere like that.

“Here, put this on.” Once inside the house Fran had handed Jen a track suit.

“Why… Fran, what’s going canlı casino siteleri on?” Jen was confused beyond belief.

“Look, my instructions are to deal with you, to make you suffer and then to disappear but, just this once…. Well, maybe the boss isn’t always right. Look, I’m putting my job on the line here and no mistake. Let’s just say I have a feeling about this one and, for the moment, you’ve got a reprieve.”

“Where am I? What am I supposed to do?” Jen asked.

“You ask far too many questions. You’re here and you wait here. Don’t leave the house; don’t even think of running away. If you fuck this one up I’ll make you wish you’d never been born and I’ll enjoy every minute of it. Now, there’s food in the fridge for a couple of days, after that…. Well, we’ll have to see, won’t we?” Without another word Fran tuned and left. As the car disappeared down the track Jen watched it go, wondering what on earth was going on.

For almost a week Jen rattled around in the empty house, waiting, waiting to see what was going to happen. One or twice she wondered if she should run but Fran’s threat kept her back. Furthermore, now that she was not being mistreated she didn’t want to ruin it. Maybe…. Maybe it was better not to think about it. There was enough food in the fridge to keep her going for several days and in between times she found a shelf full of Catherine Cookson books, not her first choice but they helped to pass the time.

On the sixth day a storm blew in, a real autumn special; the rain never stopped and as night drew in it got, if anything, worse. Endless torrents driven by gusts of gale force winds lashed against the house and Jen, glad that she was safely indoors, lit a fire and curled up on the sofa. She was too tired to read so she just stared into the flames, wondering what was happening, where her life was going, how long she had to stay hidden away, waiting.

The only light in the room was coming from the fire and she hadn’t bothered to close the curtains so the approaching light threw stark shadows across the room. Jen got up and looked out of the window; there, picking its way up the track was a car, its full beam headlights cutting through the storm. As it drew up in the farmyard someone, it was too dark to see who, got out, fighting against the wind and the rain as they crossed the yard. Jen went to the door and opened it.

“Jen, I’ve been a real bitch, haven’t I?” Wendy stood in the porch, drenched by rain. “May I come in?”

“Why not? It’s almost certainly your house, Jen replied tartly. Wendy came in and sat on the sofa. Jen went and fetched her a towel and, having handed it to her, remained standing with her arms folded.

“Jen, I miss you. My bed’s too big without you,” Wendy started, once she had towelled her hair.

“You drove all the way out here to tell me that, to tell me that your bed’s too big without me. Is that all I am, someone to fill your bed? Why don’t you get Fran to find you someone, some little tart like Sharon? She’ll fill it for you.” Jen couldn’t keep the bitterness out of her voice.

“Yeah, OK, I deserved that. Please, Jen, it’s not Sharon I want, it’s you.” Jen looked at the bedraggled figure perched on the sofa. Was that rain or tears that ran down her cheeks? Even in the half light she could see that Wendy looked haggard and her body language spoke volumes, far more than her words ever could. Jen sat down next to her.

“It’s all very well wanting. You hurt me, you really hurt me,” Jen said softly.

“I know, I’m sorry, I’m truly sorry,” Wendy replied, “please, Jen, please forgive me.”

“What, until the next time you decide to play God, decide to treat me like dirt, decide to put another little tramp in my place?” Jen wasn’t going to be won over quite that easily.

“Jen, I promise, never again, I was stupid, I was… I was… I was wrong.” Wendy hung her head.

Something in Jen gave way and a wave of emotion she had been holding back washed through her. She reached forward and kissed away the tears from Wendy’s cheek.

“I love you, Jen, I really love you,” Wendy half whispered.

“I love you too,” Jen replied, “but there’s something you’ve got to stop doing.”

“Of course, anything,” Wendy said eagerly.

“Stop calling me Jen, my name is piglet.”

Author’s note:

So we come to the end of the story with Wendy and Jen riding off into the sunset together. The fact that you, the reader, have persevered this far speaks volumes for your forgiveness of this story’s numerous flaws in both logic and execution. I can only say that it would have been much, much worse were it not for the efforts of Estragon who took time out from waiting to teach me the basics of punctuation and hammer my prose into some semblance of competence.

For this, and for attempting to persuade me that my prose has some artistic merit, he has my heartfelt thanks and, you, the reader should share in this gratitude, your enjoyment would have been so much less without him.

Thanks, Estagon, I owe you.

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