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I have had my pubic hair removed for years now. I have big growth there and for hygienic reasons, I searched a cosmetologist who does pubic hair removals for men too.

All those years went fine with this. Nothing sexual or something like that ever happened. She was very professional. After her treatment, I was always hairless downstairs nicely and quickly and almost painless.

In some of my visits, she tells me that she is going to a major surgical procedure. I am of course very sorry for her.

She tells me that although the procedure is major and it takes a long for to her recover. She is going to be just fine after that.

We have had conversations before about how few there are professionals removing pubic hair from men. So she asks me if I have any place I know where to have my hair removed when she is out of the line?

I tell her that I do not have any glue. Maybe I have to go to another town or something to find one.

She tells me that if I am okay with it she could try to ask some of her colleagues she knows doing Brazilians for women if some of them would be comfortable taking a man that she can recommend as a good client.

I say that it would be very nice and good service if she could do that.

She tells me that many women do not take men for Brazilian because they are afraid that the client might be some pervert that wants something more also.

A few days after I have a message from her where she tells me that she had agreed with some of her colleagues that she would take me. She gives me also time and an address.

I immediately send her a message back. I thank her and tell her that I will be there when it is agreed.

A few weeks later the time comes. I have had of course looked from the Streetview where the place is and how it is like immediately when she had sent me that message. It was not that far and it seemed to be cosmetologists that worked at her home.

I drive to that place and see that thing is like a have thought. The place is a nice house in a suburb. I drive my car to the yard. There are already two nice cars in that yard. A quite new Mercedes Benz and a small Ford.

There is a sign on one of the doors that says, COSMETOLOGIST.

I take that door and press the doorbell.

A nice-looking petite woman in her forties comes to open the door for me. She has a nice fitting salon shirt that shows her curves very nicely. She is quite petite like mentioned but she had all the nice curves. Wider hips, narrow waist, and nice poops. When she turns around I can see also that she has an awesome butt. She wears leather-like leggings that look very hot on her.

She smiles and welcomes me in. She that she does not usually take men to this but I have had so good recommendations that she is glad to help me the time needed.

I thank her for the help needed and she tells me that I seem to be that nice gentleman that is told.

I do not know if there is a little bit of flirt in her talk. Definitely, she is quite different than my regular cosmetologist. I hope that I have no sexual reactions because that would be embarrassing for me and for my recommender.

She shows me to the room where she works. It is attached to a lobby where I came in. It is the typical room where is all those cabins and the chair in the middle of it.

She tells me to take my pants and underwear off and she starts to heat the body sugar in the micro that she has in the room too.

That all is familiar to me so I just take my clothes off.

She adjusts the chair in a flat position and tells me to go lie on it on my back.

I do as told and lie there pending mu another knee and keeping another quite straight.

She moves to my side where I have my leg straight.

“Seems that you are trained well and assume good pose immediately,” she says with a little flirt on her voice again.

“Been eryaman otele gelen escort there and done that quite many times,” I say to her, and she laughs.

She moves my balls and penis a little and investigates from which areas I have had hair removed earlier and so on.

“So you have had hair removed from between your buttocks, perineum, and balls. Also little bit from above your penis,” she says.

“Yes, originally I went to remove hair just between my buttocks but bit by bit she has increased the area to that over the years,” I answered.

“Is that so. She did not ask you anything?” she laughs.

“I think that just happened. Hard to limit that removal to just that area. She just wanted that there was I clean line every time and if there was accidentally removed some hair from another area she fixed that to look good,” I say to her.

“That sounds likely what has happened. Why in the first place did you want to get rid of the hair between your buttocks? Usually, people want to get rid of the hair from their sex organs if they have Brazilian,” she says looking like through my eyes.

“It was mainly from hygienic reasons I think. There was so much that hair that I wanted to get rid of it,” I answer.

“Okay, that was mainly the reason. Maybe there are also others but you do not have to tell me them. At least not yet,” she says and laughs again a bit of flirting manners.

My face goes little red but I laugh with her.

She starts the hair removal. She makes it quite the same way as I have used to. She starts from my perineum lifting with her other hand little my balls away. Then she takes my balls and then she removes the hair around my penis and lefts the same amount of hair on top of it.

“Turn around,” she asks.

I turn and lie on my stomach and part my legs.

She starts the hair removal between my buttocks.

“Your buttocks are quite tightly together in this position. Rise on your hands and knees so I can work there better,” she tells me.

This is new. In my former hair removals, I have always been lying like that but I obey.

“Maybe you should also lower your head to resting on that chair. You may also arch your back and relax,” she tells me.

I move as she wants.

“That’s good. You are so cooperative. Now there is a great view,” she says with a flirting tone.

She removes the hair. She takes her time. Especially around my anus. This is taking more time than my regular visits have taken. She spreads my buttocks several times to sure that any hair has left.

“Have you had any skin problems from hair removal? This is a quite sensitive area,” she asks.

“Not so much. I think my skin has taken that good,” I say.

“Okay, I try to think what grease would fit for your skin the best. There is always needed to spread some grease right after hair removal,” she says.

I knew that. My former cosmetologists also used some grease quickly after removal.

“Are you sure you have had any feelings down here? In the certain area, this looks a bit red,” she says.

I have to admit that lately, I have had some itch on my anus but I am not comfortable telling her that.

“Maybe I have had some itch a few times there but it has passed,” I answer her with a little red on my face.

“That is quite common to have something like that in that area. It is better to be cured before it goes bad,” she says.

She look silently between my buttocks a moment. Then she slaps gently to my buttock ad says: ” Just keep right in that position. I will be back right away.

She leaves the room and I stay there waiting on my hands and knees and ass in the air. I feel a little humiliating but think that it is nice that anyone else can not see me like this.

Then she comes back saying: “Nice that we are at our home. I asked my partner to sincan escort look at that.

Maybe I have some question mark in my look because she ads: “A doctor”.

Okay, that is better I think but it is still embarrassing and I do not know if I like some guy to investigate my anus.

Then I hear steps when someone is coming in.

That is not her husband. She is a woman so I do not know what kind of a partner she is but better like this. She is a little bit like Amazon. She is tall and has wide shoulders like a swimmer. She has black leather jeans on and a t-shirt that shows big pair of tits. She has strong hands like an athlete.

“Hi, I came here to look at your skin problem,” she says with a nice and little deep voice.

I can just say hi back to her and she walks behind my ass.

The cosmetologist goes on the side of me and spreads my buttocks.

The doctor watches it and says: “That had to be looked better.”

I hear that she snaps the gloves on. I see that they are black. Never seen a doctor wearing black surgical gloves. The other woman has pink ones but their hand sizes are so different that they could never use the same size gloves.

She is feeling my anus with her finger and asking if it hurts. I tell her that it doesn’t hurt and she keeps asking where exactly the inch I am having occasionally does appear?

“You can tell me. I am a doctor and this is quite common for my patients,” she says waiting for my answer.

“I think it is right in the spot where is the hole,” I answer with my red face.

“Okay, that is something that I thought it could be. The redness around your anus is not that bad. Maybe you have just been too rough with toilet paper or just used some toy in this area but I think that it does not cause itch,” she says professionally.

“Some toy?” I scream in my head.

Is she saying that she thinks I am using some dildos or buttplugs in my ass? My face is so red. I have some toys that I sometimes use but have not had used them near past.

“Anyway, always if a patient comes to me with an itch on an anal area the digital palpation is made. I will check your prostate at the same time at the same money,” she says with a laugh and she takes something from her pocket.

It seems to be lube. So she was already prepared to finger my anus when she came in with those gloves and lube.

She spreads a bit cold and slick lube with her finger to my anus. Then she puts the finger just a little in and asks if it hurts. I say to her that it does not hurt so she processes deeper and at the same time rotating her finger and investigating my anal walls.

At some point, she is knuckles deep with her finger. She rotates the finger and presses every spot.

“It does not feel that you have any hemorrhoids in here. They can cause itch too. Next, we have to look in,” she says and takes something again from her pocket.

“This is a little bigger than my finger but with this proctoscope, I can see the mucosa,” she says and lubes the scope.

The other woman spreads my cheeks again with a firm grip and the doctor pushes the scope in.

I moan a little when she does that quite quickly in one move. It is certainly bigger than her finger.

“Sorry, I was a little too enthusiastic to stick the scope in,” she says with a smirk, and the other woman laughs.

She looks in with a lamp she also had in her pockets. What else she had in them?

She rotates the scope and watches every spot.

“I think there are not any major problems. A little irritation but nothing else. I will order you some suppositories and grease to use regularly for a few weeks,” she says and takes the scope off.

I think that that is that and I can leave now.

“I promised you to check that prostate also when you are already here in that nice position,” she smirks and adds some gölbaşı otele gelen escort lube to her fingers.

“Let’s check something else at the same time,” she says and rams two fingers completely in my ass.

I moan again from the surprise and stretching.

The other woman takes hold of my hips and says: ” Don’t move. Just keep calm and steady. Relax your muscles.”

I try that but her fingers are not that little. She presses with her fingertips my prostate. Almost massages it.

“I think there are two things we must consider. First, you are quite tight in here and I mean all your pelvis area. From the anus, it can be noticed quite easily. Your prostate seems also to be under quite pressure. Do you have a regular sex life? Masturbation counts too,” she asks.

I tell her that I am single and if I like to have something regular in that area it must be with myself.

They laugh at my statement.

“What I would recommend and I don’t recommend to all of my patients in a situation like this but seems that you are not that negative to all anal than men tend to be so I think the best and quickest solution for your prostate pressure is anal sex. With a toy, finger, or some others member,” she says professionally two fingers buried in my ass probing my prostate.

I do not say anything and I just listen. She wants me to have anal sex?!

“The dilation would also stretch you some and would make good for your pelvic muscles,” she says and keeps massaging my prostate.

“I think what we need for the irritation. So could you Amy bring those suppositories and grease from my upper drawer?” she asks from another woman.

She leaves us and the doctor takes her fingers out of my ass.

“Remain that position. I give you the first treatment before you leave,” she says and we wait.

While waiting, she tells me that she knows just the best therapist for me. She could tell my situation to the therapist and I just would go in and have some help.

Amy comes back with some packages and the doctor opens them. I can’t see what is in there because she is behind me.

“I put some comforting cream with a launcher first,” she says and I see her having some kind of a syringe in her hand like the one they give you vaccines but without a needle.

I feel the coolness on my anus and she starts to empty the syringe and at the same time push it in.

I feel that my ass is full of something sticky.

“This is actually a lubricant which is particularly meant to use in anal sex. While it lowers amazingly the friction it also heals and cools the mucosa,” she informs me.

“And Amy took that from her upper drawer? Did she mean bedroom? Why does she have this kind of stuff at her home?” I just wonder in my mind.

Then I can hear something ripped apart.

“Then this suppository. Put one in every night when going to sleep,” she says and I can feel something blunt at my anus.

“Always put that lube first so the suppository goes in easily although it also has lube of its own,” she informs.

She presses it in. I think that suppositories are usually quite small, but this feels big

“Be sure that it goes as far as you can push it,” she says and I feel her knuckles pressing my anus.

“Now you can rise and cover that nice hairless ass of yours,” she says with a smirk.

“Put this first on,” Amy says and gives me some tight-looking plastic pants.

I look at them wondering and she says: “That suppository and lube can make a little mess so if I would be you I would use those also at night.”

They are squeaking when I put them on and they are really tight. Both of them are looking at my efforts.

“Not that bad looking in those either,” says the doctor with a smile and Amy agrees with her.

I go red again and see that there is a little erection pressing out of those pants. They give me a smirk and I put on my clothes quickly.

I pay the hair removal and the doctor says she is in touch. I also have a new reservation for hair removal in a few weeks.

What is going to happen next here and what is going to happen in the therapy?

There is part 2 coming at some point…

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Readers, this a fictional road story set in the 1980’s, before cell phones and the internet as we know it today. All sexualized characters are fictional and over 18. There is pot smoking in this story. I hope all enjoy.

Lou, Molly, and Sara slept until just after the dawn began to light their tent. In a moment all were awake and running behind the tent with the nearest bathroom too far away this early. It was too urgent to have any contest, and all were just happy to make out back in time. Lou passed over the roll of toilet paper he had brought with him along with a pair of shorts he was putting on.

He went to check the clock in the dash and finding out it was only 7:15 they had time for a wake and bake before going out for breakfast. By 8 am they were debating French toast or Waffles and at 9:30 they were pulling up to Star and Joe’s campsite, sharing some coffee’s they brought for them after going to the grocery store for all they needed for today’s cooking.

They all sat around talking and smoking with Joe, Gina, and others, talking about the show last night and what songs they felt may be played today. They were careful not give any hints about their pre-show shopping plans. Star and Joe would be only a few sections from Molly since she was alone this show, and they would try and hang out together. Sara and Lou were not on the same level as her and were too far away to sneak over and join her. All hoped they would be able to get the 4-pack of tickets for the July shows so they would all be together in the shows. Lou was hoping to hear from Max within two or three weeks about the tickets he had ordered.

Joe and Lou were talking about the ride ahead to Chicago and then California after in the next two weeks. Joe and Star were going to Denver in between to see Star’s sister and her family before going onto LA. Lou was still planning his southwest swing into Arizona to hopefully dig some petrified wood and maybe catch a music festive in the southern part of the state if they had a day free to do this before the final drive. If all went well for them on the road there, they should have a day for digging and one for dancing.

Lou had shown Joe where they planned to camp near Chicago and Los Angles and Larry said he would try and see if he could get any reservations where they were, but camping was very tough the nearer to the metro LA area you were.

The women all took off for the “Woman’s Shoe Sale” that they could not miss around ten. The back of Andromeda was completely stuffed with their coolers, clothes, camping equipment and tent so it was a little tight and they said if they had enough time, they would run grab Lou at the White Castle and drop most of the stuff at their nearby hotel room.

At eleven Joe led the caravan out of the lot to the White castle to meet up with all and see if April was waiting for them. The women had an hour to try all the shoes they wanted Joe had joked while Lou said, he still had most of the hot dog money on him with a smile, knowing there were no shoes being tried on unless they were more for pleasure than comfort. He kept his grin under his Fu Manchu to himself for the ride, chatting with Celesta and Barny who had wanted to ride in Andromeda to the shoe store too. Three-year-old Europa’s green eyes were buried in her favorite picture books when she was not looking out the window from her child seat.

Molly and the wagon full of happy, laughing women pulled into the Stores parking lot behind the back next to Donna and Maggie’s van. They hoped to be done before the men went by but also did not want others to recognize Andromeda there and ask Lou questions he was not allowed to answer.

“Cool we all made it,” Star said as Donna led the way into the store.

They kept Sara in the middle of the group in case there were any real perverts in there although there was only one other car in the lot when they pulled in.

Happily, there was only the clerk in the store who was very glad to see all of these sales walk in this early on a Tuesday morning. He greeted them with a smile and told them that right now they had the store to themselves and asked if they had any questions, as all the women were laughing and smiling and began to fan out around the store in small groups.

Sara and Molly began to walk around the store getting an idea of what they actually sold in a place like this. Both had only seen adds for places and items that they sold aside from the condoms and some oils. Molly doubted you could get most of the videos at your local Blockbuster looking at the titles and pictures on the video boxes.

Molly got see Star deeply blush when Gina held out a large double ended dildo to Maggie asking about any ideas for this while she held up a set of handcuffs.

“Hey Molly! Maggie called across the aisle, holding up the handcuffs, I’m still planning to kidnap Lou at some point soon.”

“I will come to rescue him in a day or two, and bring Sara to keep Donna off me, she said with a laugh. I won’t arm wrestle for him, but I have other skills to win ankara eryaman escort him!” She puffed up her chest and tried to be five foot eight up to Maggie’s five foot eleven, laughing the whole time.

“Or maybe I will just let you keep him a little while, then Sara and I will be over with the popcorn to see how he is doing. What do you think about that Sara?”

She just laughed and spoke. “It all sounded good to her except for trying to keep Donna away from you Molly if she wanted to get you.” She doubted the simple throws Molly had taught her would work on either of these women because of their apparent training.

This was only Star’s second time in a place like this and the first time with her mother, who was finding all kinds of interesting things to add to her unusual relationship with her two husbands. It took her a few minutes to overcome some of her own shyness about what she planned to get for her and Joe. It would be a late anniversary presents for them.

The clerk for the store, Roy, who was obviously gay, had a good time with the women in his store watching how much was going into their baskets. He did take Molly and Gina aside at one point and let them know that Sara was welcome here, but he could only sell her condoms and oils, unless she had an ID saying she was twenty-one. He also added that they could buy her anything she wanted, and he would say nothing. He just had to follow the letter of the law and did not want to embarrass her.

Molly thanked him and went to talk to Sara who was looking at the large racks of single condoms and pulling a few for them to try later tonight or soon after she hoped. Both women shopped around and first they found Sara a nice pink vibrator a little thinner than Molly’s, and with three speeds.

Molly was one rack up looking over the selection of strap on harnesses and the various toys that connected to them. Some looked more difficult than saddling a horse to set up, but some others looked to flimsy.

Maggie came over, seeing Molly looking over the rack she was at and told her which one to try since this was her first one and she showed her one that had three sizes of vibrating dildos you could attach to it, and it was not to complex a rig to put on. Maggie asked who it was for, and Molly said all were going to get a chance to try out the vibrators and it looked to be adjustable enough that Sara could wear it as well.

Maggie was now debating to herself who to kidnap first between Lou or Molly. Sara was just too young and small to play the games she wanted to, although if she was with both of them, she would be welcome but her and Donna would be careful of her size and still fragile self.

After about thirty minutes all were done shopping and running their purchases through the register. The clerk was very happy to have over $400 in sales to start his Tuesday shift. Star had seen some crystals for sale at the counter and left a card with him to contact her if they would be interested in purchasing some of hers, showing four of her examples worn by herself and others there.

Molly got the Strap-on set up with the medium size vibrator which was close in size to the one she had. Sara got the pink vibrator she had seen and four singles of condoms, one flavored in strawberry. No butterscotch on the rack. Both got two kinds of oils to try out tonight if they wanted to or in the future. Next time Molly would bring Lou with her she told Sara.

All of the other women left with wide smiles knowing they and their partners were in for many good days and nights ahead with all they had purchased. Star and Gina hid their purchases under the seats of Andromeda saying they would get them later today while the other ladies made plans to retrieve their items from Donna and Maggie’s van. They arrived at the White Castle ten minutes before the men pulled up.

The women made up a story they all stuck too about the shoes all being high heels and business shoes none of them really needed and the few they tried were not comfortable, but they had coffee and a snack while out they said.

Lou, Molly, and Sara made a quick run to the hotel to drop off the camping stuff and their toys for later quickly before returning hoping they were not late and did not miss April. They had left a description of her and her and Randy’s cars with Star and Joe in case they showed up. Lou got them back just in time to join the tail end of the line leaving the lot and were told April had not been there.

All arrived together and were set up and selling their food within ten minutes of parking in the quickly filling lots. It was cooler than the day before, so it was jeans and jackets for now, maybe skits later if it warmed up and the clouds went away.

After things got settled down in the first hour Molly and Lou went up front to smoke a bowl after Joe and Sara had just shared one.

Sara was having a fun time selling food and talking to all the people she met. Molly and Lou were sharing several deep shotgun hits for a first private moment today. escort sınırsız çankaya While getting three hot dogs for a couple, another woman came up to her asking if this was Lou’s station wagon and if he or Molly were around.

Sara could see the resemblance to Molly at once but said nothing as she went to knock on the window and let them know someone was looking for them.

Both were a little stoned, excited, and red-faced as they stumbled, coughing from the front driver’s side door to see April standing there with her hands on her hips, breaking out into a laugh. Molly ran to hug her, and she looked at Lou and said in mock seriousness. “What were you doing with my precious, innocent, Hot Pants up front in your battle wagon?” Laughing the whole time at them.

Lou and Molly both blushed a little as Sara laughed along. Hearing the exchange Joe and Star came up to April laughing and introducing themselves to her, saying Molly had said her mother would be here and they were happy to meet her.

Introducing Sara to her mom, April sensed at once that she more than just a friend to her and Lou and that she had traveled with them to New Jersey from Harrisburg. April then introduced Randy who was just catching up with her carrying the chairs and some food. Twenty-eight years working as nurse had made April a very fast mover through crowds.

April asked Lou how he and Molly were doing out on the tour, as he made them some meatball sandwiches. He said they were doing great before Molly cut in saying the same thing and “Sara was a friend who they had helped out in Philly, and she had come with them to these shows since Lou already had the extra tickets for both shows from a trade Joe had done for others before they even met Sara. Lou had gotten three singles for one of his spare pairs, so it worked out good for him and he still had an extra single for one show May and another pair for mid-June out in California.”

April told Molly and she had ordered four tickets each for three east coast shows and she was hoping to get the tickets in the next week or two like Lou was. She asked if they were still doing ok with the money discreetly?

Molly told her quietly. “We are still good and even up a little since we saw you last if you figure his unemployment in, and I haven’t touched mine. I’ve only bought a few meals and some clothes for Sara when she needed them a few days ago after we all met with only a little of the cash I had when we left. We are good through at least the end of July and Andromeda has been running great for us the whole time. We just got her washed and waxed yesterday after driving ten hours the day before and saw one of the guys from the carwash just before you got here.”

“My crazy kid, I don’t blame you going on this trip, how do you fill all the hours in your day up it must get boring?”

“No Mom I have hardly had any time to just lay around a read or anything like that. We seem to be almost always busy and there is a lot of driving. Tomorrow we are driving to Harrisburg Pennsylvania to drop of Sara then we need to get to Chicago before noon on the day after. It will be about 900 miles Lou figures in two days starting around seven AM tomorrow morning. It will be fun even though Sara will have to leave us for a while for her job but we both enjoy the ride and the time we are together. Most of the time we are just sleeping at the camp. We are exhausted after a long day in the lot and then in the concert after.”

“I’m sure you guys all just sleep in your tent,” she said with a laugh before moving near to her so only she could hear her.

“I know you Molly and I know you and Lou are in love, but it also appears that You, Lou, and Sara are all together. Is that correct? I will not judge you, Molly. I guessed about you and Debbie before she had to leave, and I hurt for you too even though you could not say why you were so sad. I understand more than you know, and looking at Sara, who’s back was turned to them. April winked at Molly saying, she is very cute, and I assume Lou is ok with all of this? So, was this your idea or his?”

“Mom, why don’t you, me, and Sara all go smoke in the car and let the men cook for us for a while so we can all talk.” Molly called Sara to join with them while Lou and Randy talked and sold some of the food enjoying a beer on the clearing day.

April sat between them as Molly closed the door, curtains, and popped down the ashtray showing four rolled joints and Lou’s pipe inside.

Before Molly could grab one from there April was lighting one from her purse saying “I’ve been wanting to smoke since we left home two and a half hours ago. Fucking New York traffic!” She exhaled and passed it over to Sara who smiled and took a hit.

“My God! Seeing you two on the seat together I see the Mother Daughter thing. Too Cute! I look nothing like old Gin and Newport’s breath.”

April let out a laugh and her second hit, thinking about her “Aunt Gin and Pall Mall’s breath”.

Passing the joint across to Molly again she added, çankaya eve gelen escort bayan “and you are both so cool.” Looking into both of their eyes at once.

Now April turned to Sara and in her sweetest voice. “So, Sara how did you meet Molly and Lou?” As she began her gentle interrogation. Molly was an adult, but April was still a mom, and she was concerned she had guessed wrong about Lou, and he was collecting a harem or something?

Sara then began to tell her how Molly had found her at the last show in Philly while Lou was away teaching a class. She had basically saved her from either being abandon in the lot at the arena or having to go in and sit with a guy who had drugged and raped her and likely had other plans like that for her that night with her sister and some of her friends having set her up.

Molly took her in when she had been thrown out of the car in the rain without her coat for not going along with the plans and doing a lot of drinking and cocaine before the show. “They were all now very close friends and Lou had been very good and respectful to ALL!” She emphasized for April.

April interrupted her giving her a sudden deep hug saying, “That’s horrible what had been done to you and what it appeared they planned for you that day!” April’s years in the hospital told her that she would have been lucky not to have died from what could have happened!

“Sara, you said your sister was involved, are you safe at home? If you need a place and they are not around I’ve got a spare room Molly used to use.” She added trying to lighten things a bit.

“Seriously though, you are a friend of Molly’s and things could get bad for you and if they are not near enough to help you, get out and hop a bus or whatever to wherever is safe, and I will get you. There is a place for you if you need it. Molly is usually a good judge of character.”

Sara reassured April that she felt she was safe and Molly from the other side in a slightly chilling voice told her, “The rapist had been delt with and punished with the help of many including Lou and Joe, and the all the others had been warned NEVER to Fuck with Sara again!” They then silently clasped hands across April, looking into the other one’s eyes, their crystals gaining a little sparkle with the day.

“I am happy to hear that filth like that has been appropriately punished, knowing Molly’s sense of justice! I can tell on many levels how close you two are. Don’t worry Molly or Sara, we are all adults in here and like I told Molly earlier, I knew about her and Debbie in the past and I both understand and don’t mind because I’ve been with women too. It’s just that the world around us is too hung up on a bunch of stuff that is really no one else’s business!”

Lighting one of the joints in the ashtray and passing it to Molly, April continued. “It appears you and your friends have a little freedom to be yourselves and not just having “Game Nights” with friends and keeping the bedroom lights off in case old nosy twats with Spiders in their Cunts are watching out their dirty windows!”

Molly’s eyebrow was almost into her hairline at the revelation her mother had just given about her and her friends, and how they always made sure to have “Game Night” at a house where all the kids were out, no matter the age. Made Molly wonder about a few of those “Bridge Games” too.

April added looking at Sara smiling and all high, looking back at both of them added. “For the record, if Sara wasn’t a year younger than Patty, I would think she was Yummy Too, Hot Pants!”

Sara laughed and Molly first turned a bright red then let out a laugh figuring there was really nothing to hide here and why not just enjoy being closer and finding out just how much more alike her had her mother really were. Mom did read a lot and liked Star Trek also.

“And Pussy”! Now she realized, fascinating on many levels she had dared not consider. It would not have been her time first stepping over that line, but this was too fuckin close to home! It also meant that Randy was a little more interesting too. He had always been a decent guy to her mother and Molly and her sisters in the eight years he and mom had been together. Their usual game night friends Karen and Marvin were cool for the most part too.

Neither April or Randy wanted to get married again or felt any need to. Was he just as open as Lou was in their lives, and had they explored like they were planning too? Molly’s mind was racing as the joint and the conversation went back and forth. April turning to address her in a more serious tone brought her back to the conversation.

“I just want to make sure no one is being used or treated badly.”

“No Mom, Molly assured her, Lou is good with all of this, and we are all being careful!”

“I don’t want to be a grandma again soon or an aunt! Looking over at Sara, I hope you are still taking your pills everyday Molly, and you Sara, are you being careful too?”

Sara was a bit surprised by the directness of her question, but she could understand her fears, knowing she had met Lou already and she liked him as a match for her daughter. “April, I just went on the pill too a few days ago, but we have been using condoms. I don’t want a baby any time soon, believe me! I’m just getting to know myself and I don’t want a kid before I’m ready and have a good man of my own.”

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The 21-year-old seduces her best friend’s dad.

Jayne had dressed carefully, although she wasn’t quite sure what she had in mind. After all, she had never seduced anyone before. The possibility of seducing him had been buzzing around her brain for some time now, actually since the Sunday when she’d had sex in his lounge with Bill, who she’d broken up shortly after then.

Her attraction to Mark had been increasing for the best part of a year now. Slowly at first so she hardly realised it was happening, it had accelerated during the summer to the point that she was not only using him as a masturbatory image, but was also masturbating more frequently about him, in fact most days.

This had caused the idea to germinate and grow to the point that she was now determined to try to seduce him.

She was wearing a crisp, white cotton, button up the front blouse. It wasn’t tucked into the waist band of the blue denim, micro skirt that ended some nine inches above her knees. Having left the top three and bottom two buttons undone, she knew full well just how much flesh she was showing both above the blouse around her breasts and beneath the hem around her waist and tummy button. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, but had thrown a long, mid-thigh length, blue shawl around her shoulders.

She had a sort of plan, but deep down she didn’t expect to see it through. In the back of her mind was the idea of seducing him; well not physically doing that by grabbing his cock or anything like that. In her mind, it was more making herself so sexually appealing and, of course available, that he wouldn’t be able to resist her.

Part of her felt that he fancied her well she hoped he did. She had seen the look in his eyes that she’d seen with other boys and the one older man she’d been with. But she wasn’t sure; ‘you never can be with men,’ she thought. Mark might well fancy her and might imagine having sex with her, but would he take the risk? Would he try to fuck a twenty-one-year-old, close friend of his daughter who knew his wife and many of his friends? There was a lot at risk. And on top of that he could well have a strong resolve, high morals in that area and maybe a distaste of fucking kids? But she was determined to put herself in the position to test him, although she didn’t feel she could make the first move, girls just don’t do that do they, at least not with a man old enough to be their father?

“I am sorry to do this Mark,” she said as they stood opposite each other in the kitchen.

Mark felt so nervous. Other than fleeting moments when Sara had left the room, he and Jayne had not been alone together.

“What’s the problem Jayne?” he asked as she slid the shawl off and dropped it on a chair.

“They are rowing something terrible again.”

“Oh dear, I’m sorry,” Mark said feeling giddy at seeing all the bare flesh.

In the flip flops and with the micro skirt her tanned legs seemed to go on for ever. He could see a slash of flesh round her waist, more on her chest and above her boobs where the blouse gaped and on her arms from the elbows down. Her golden, blonde hair looked perfect settling down onto the white cotton covering her shoulders and as she looked at Mark her blue eyes seemed to bore into him through her glasses that, like many men for some reason, he found quite sexy.

“Thanks Mark I just had to get away from him”, Jayne said softly looking at where the zip on the top of the track suit was undone showing his thatch of dark but greying hairs on his chest. He was clearly not wearing anything under the top and that made Jayne wonder immediately if he was wearing anything under the trousers. The idea made her tingle. ‘Maybe I’ll find out soon’ she thought as she imagined sliding her hands down the front and finding his cock.

“By the way would you like a drink?”

“May I have wine like you have?”

He poured her a glass and walked her into the lounge.

“Can I get you anything to eat, perhaps some cheese and biscuits?”

“Mmm that would be lovely thanks,” Jayne said plopping down on the sofa where she imagined she had been fucked by him and actually had been by Bill.

That made her think whether she would get to be fucked again on it smiling as the saying ‘lightning not striking twice in the same place’ crossed her mind as she added. “I haven’t eaten all day,” looking at Mark’s iPad on the arm of the sofa.

Fixing the small meal in the kitchen, Mark could feel his cock hardening at the thought of being alone with Jayne. He thought that maybe he should put some clothes on but couldn’t think of how to broach that with her and, in any case, he doubted that anything would happen and deep down he probably didn’t want anything to as the repercussions could be truly disastrous. What he couldn’t make his mind up on was whether he would be able to resist the temptation if it was offered! ‘Or,’ he was thinking. ‘Is it being offered by her being here?’

Rearranging his rampant cock and thanking his lucky stars that the track trousers were fairly baggy he carried the tray with the platter of cheese, plates, knives, biscuits, eryaman eve gelen escort and grapes into the lounge. ‘Oh fuck’ he thought seeing Jayne sitting in the corner of the sofa. The front of the cotton blouse was gaping showing a deep cleavage and hinting strongly that she wasn’t wearing a bra. With her feet tucked up beneath her the ridiculously, but wildly exciting short skirt was almost up round her waist. Knowing that he was being ‘older man stupid’ that made him wonder whether she was wearing panties. As he placed the tray on the table he had to bend down and his eyes were at a level and angle where almost, but not quite they could confirm whether she was or not.

I’ll just get the wine he said returning to the kitchen almost in a hot sweat. ‘How the fuck am I going to see this out without trying to fuck her?’ He asked himself picking up the bottle of Shiraz and two glasses. Back in the lounge he went to sit in a chair the other side of a coffee table to Jayne when he saw his iPad on the arm of the sofa near her. Realising in a panic that he had left it on xhamster he unthinkingly leaned across the table and past Jayne to reach for it. Jayne seeing him leaning forward momentarily thought he was going to kiss her. She sat upright, which pushed her fullish tits up ready to receive his hands and mouth, but then saw that he was reaching for the tablet. ‘Bollocks’ she thought saying.

“Here let me,” as she picked it up causing it to come out of migration. They both saw the image on the screen of pictures advertising a dozen or so porn videos. ‘So that’s how he gets his rocks off is it?’ She thought handing it to him. Jayne couldn’t help smiling at the guilty expression on his face, but admired his coolness when he also smiled and said.

“All in the pursuit of research you understand,” he said taking the incriminating little computer.

“Of course,” she smiled back.

They ate and drank in silence for a few minutes. Both were on tenterhooks and were looking for signs from the other. Signs that they might or signs that they wouldn’t. But of course, none came and even if they had it was unlikely either would have had the confidence to accept them, just yet!

They chatted about Sara and how she might be getting on at Durham.

“It’s a pity you won’t be going with her to Durham or Nottingham Jayne, after all the time you’ve spent together.”

“A bit too intense and brainbox stuff for me,” she replied adding. “I want to enjoy uni and have a life and fun there, they would be too hard for me. I’m not as clever as Sar is.”

Mark was trying surreptitiously to look up Jayne’s skirt or down her top and was imagining himself undoing the remaining few buttons on her blouse or yanking her skirt up round her hips. At the same time, she was still fantasising about sliding her hand inside his track trousers and grabbing his cock, the outline of which she thought she had seen as he leaned across the table. ‘He’s got a stiffy’ she thought, her pulse racing at the idea at what she had done to him and pleased that she could do that to a much older and so sophisticated man.

“So, you were saying about home.”

“Yes, it’s got awful,” she said looking very crestfallen.

“I don’t want to pry Jayne, but in what way?” Mark said feeling very sorry for her.

“That’s ok Mark,” she replied looking at Mark and seeing the concern on his face. “They really row pretty much all the time, it’s getting violent.”

“What physically?”

“No violent wasn’t the correct word, perhaps aggressive. I don’t think he hits her, but they both get drunk and all hell breaks loose.”

“I see.”

“Do you Mark? I don’t think so, you and Eleanor were never like that,” Jayne said.

“No that’s true.”

“But they are,” Jayne went on as she felt the tears welling up. “And it then gets worse.”

“Oh Jayne please don’t” Mark said getting up and walking round the table. “I hate to see you like this. What is it?”

“I feel ashamed as if it’s my fault.”

“What is?”

“No Mark I can’t,” she said feeling very upset, but also hugely excited as he sat beside her on the sofa.

Not thinking of the sexual connotations, he put his hand on her shoulder. The feel of his fingers through the thin cotton was like an electric shock to Jayne. ‘I don’t want your bloody hand there Mark, I want it on my tits,’ she thought, slightly pressing back against Mark’s hand.

“Please tell me to mind my own business love, if you want,” Mark said revelling in the feel of his hand on her shoulder. He looked down and his gaze went inside the slightly gaping front of her blouse. He could see most of one breast almost to the nipple. His erection that had subsided as they had talked reared up again. He so badly wanted to push his hand down her shirt and grab her nicely rounded tit that he surprised himself when he didn’t do that.

“No it’s ok,” Jayne said quietly looking at him and wondering whether that was lust in his eyes. “Ask whatever.”

“How does it get worse?”

Jayne had been half dreading, but half wanting this to be bala escort asked.

“He tries it on with me?”

“What sexually?”

“Yes.”

“Oh shit and with Jan there?”

“Not right there, but yes in the house. I lock my door every night in case he comes in.”

“Has he tried?”

“Yes a couple of times he has come into my room when mum was downstairs.”

“And did anything happen?”

“No, but I feel terrible and dirty and ashamed. That’s why I now always lock it when I am changing or having a shower and always at night.”

“I’m so sorry,” Mark said without thinking slipping his arm round her shoulders and cuddling her to him.

Her shoulder was squashed against his chest and the outside of their upper legs were pressed together. His hand was wrapped round her upper arm, his fingertips almost, but not quite touching against the side of her breast. They both felt the tension of the heightened sexual atmosphere. His face was in her golden hair, she rested her head against his broad chest almost pushing her glasses off and neither spoke or did anything for a few moments.

‘Will he go further now?’ Jayne asked herself feeling safe and secure, yet highly aroused in his arms. ‘Oh God I so want him to’ she mused adding as an afterthought. ‘I think.’

‘She’s showing no resistance’ Mark thought wondering if he should try something. She felt so small and vulnerable, but also so extremely desirable.

He could hardly believe how much he was lusting after a twenty-one-year-old kid and couldn’t work out but, was too worried to try to find out if she was looking at him and being in his arms as her best friend’s dad or as a potential lover? He hoped for the latter, but suspected the former.

“Did anything happen today?” Mark asked loving the feel of her head against his chest and her leg on his.

“Yes, he tried to kiss me, he was pissed. That’s what made him do it.”

“I don’t think he would need to be pissed to want to do that Jayne,” Mark said gallantly, yet thoughtlessly.

“No Mark?” Jayne whispered raising her face and looking into his eyes.

They stared at each other for a moment or two. It was as if they were like two boxers sparring with each other or like track cyclists hovering on the spot waiting for the other to make the first move.

“It was really bad this time, I think he’d taken some coke as well, they both snort it,” she said in a whisper as she rested her hand on his leg just above his knee. It felt good and it sent a shockwave through his entire body.

His cock was rearing up his stomach unfettered by underwear.

“What a bastard he is, it must be so scary for you.”

“It is, may I stay here the night please Mark?”

‘Oh fucking hell,’ Mark thought. ‘Her and me in the same house alone all night.’

His mind went into overdrive as he tried to work out his response. Bollocks why wasn’t Sara here? He knew he couldn’t send her home, but how the fuck could he sleep in the same house as her without trying something and probably making a fool of himself?

‘He’s going to say no, the bastard’ she thought. Then feeling excited wondered whether he was scared of being alone with her.

Mark tried hard to stop the inevitable, but by so doing just created other problems. Just as he had when he had opened the door he copped out.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea Jayne.”

“Why not Mark?”

‘Oh bollocks why reply like that, why put me on the spot?’ He thought.

“Well er, um you know,” he fumbled around trying to find a reasonable excuse.

Jayne saw the opportunity, her chance to put herself in the position where she was sort of showing out without being too obvious. A position where she could in a way indicate that she was up for it without being too overt. Looking up and staring right into his eyes she let that enigmatic smile creep onto her lips as she said.

“You can lock your door Mark, I promise to behave myself.”

That made him smile and broke the tension a little.

“That’s considerate of you Jayne,” he said then again without thinking things through he added. “But then you always lock your door don’t you?”

“Not when I am here Mark,” she said quietly her chin still resting on his chest.

Again, neither said anything for a while. During the pregnant silence, they continued to stare at each other with Mark’s arm around her shoulders his hand holding her arm a short way down from her shoulder. Jayne’s slim body was turned so that her shoulder was pressed against his chest, her hand was resting on his leg just above his knee. Her face was only a few inches from where the folds of the track trousers were still hiding his full erection. Where Jayne’s body was turned the thin cotton of her white blouse was stretched. It was more open at the top and Mark could see where the uppermost button was stretching the buttonhole; he could also see almost all of the side of one her boobs. Rather ridiculously, he found himself hoping that the cotton on the button wasn’t too strong and that the pressure would break it! No such luck of course he smiled etimesgut escort in his mind, but not on his face.

‘Kiss me, kiss me you gorgeous fucking idiot,’ Jayne said to herself thinking it has to be up to him to start something, although oddly she knew that if she was with a boy she would willingly ‘take the bull by the horns’ and kiss him.

‘I’ll do it, she wants it,’ Mark was thinking, but feeling shit scared in case he had read this wrong.

Alarm bells were ringing in each of their heads as the intense surges of excitement roared through their bodies. Something had to give.

“Well neither of us will have to lock our doors tonight will we Jayne?” Mark said indicating that she could stay the night.

“You mean I can stay then?”

“Of course you can.”

After all the time they had both been having sexual thoughts about each other and thinking how, and whether they would dare try to initiate some sexual action it happened so easily.

“Thank you Mark,” Jayne said turning so that the top half of her body was facing his. She wriggled herself upwards going to kiss him on the cheek. “I won’t tell Sara, will you?”

As she did that so he bent forward to receive the peck and put his right arm out to hold her shoulder. Due to her movement, he missed that and instead just as her lips grazed his cheek his hand slid between the side of her body and her left arm, the palm of his hand sliding alongside the side of her boob and rested there. At the same time, Jayne placed her hand between the parted lapels of the track top right onto his hairy chest with her lower arm in a straight line downwards so that, completely by accident her elbow pressed against his erection. It took a moment of something like suspended animation for what they were both feeling to sink in.

‘Fuck, he’s like a rock,’ Jayne thought as Mark gasped at the feelings on his hand from the softness of the side of her breast. In different ways and with different phrases rushing through their heads they were both wondering without realising it, ‘who will blink first?’

‘Jesus, she knows I’ve got a hard on, will that phase her?’ He was asking himself as her elbow moved away from his cock. ‘Was that a rejection, did she find a man over twenty-five years her senior getting an erection because of her distasteful or perverted even?’ He asked himself.

It didn’t come to that. Although she moved her arm away Mark left his hand right where it was trapped between her arm and the side of her boob. Cleverly, though really fortuitously, he left it for her to make the decision. He was touching her very intimately, but in a way that if she didn’t want that then he hadn’t made an overt movement like grabbing hold of her tits or arse or kissing her full on the mouth! If he had got it wrong, she could simply move so his hand would come away from her boob and everything could be assumed to be an accident and no face would be lost by either of them. Jayne realised that as well. Although very inexperienced when compared to Mark, she had been around enough boys to know that a hand touching a girl’s tits was no accident, well the touching may have been, but the leaving it there most certainly wasn’t. She recognised that the ‘ball was now firmly in her court.’ She knew she could easily wriggle her body and move it. Equally, she knew that just as easily she could make an overt gesture like dropping her hand onto the bulge of his erection that was now quite evident in his pants. She still wasn’t sure enough, though, that what Mark was doing was a clear sign that he wanted to go further and for her to start cock grabbing.

Looking up at him she said very softly. “You do realise what your hand is touching don’t you Mark?”

“Yes Jayne,” he croaked thinking that he had blown it and that she was going to tell him to remove it.

The ‘yes Jayne’ thrilled her. She knew that it was one of the last pieces in the seduction jigsaw puzzle. A barrier had been crossed as they each had acknowledged, not only the intimacy of his touch, but also that it was an overt action. In fact, to leave it there was an intent on his part and an acceptance from her for it to be there. He was showing clearly that he wanted to feel her breast and she was demonstrating equally clearly that she wanted him to do that.

Jayne’s heart seemed to beat so fast and her pulses raced as the realisation that at last, after all these weeks she was very near to going further with him. Mark’s excitement also increased enormously when his mind accepted that her not moving and her simple question of asking if he realised what his hand was touching were as good as absolute signs of her acceptance of his vague initiative; his request to be at least intimate with her had been accepted.

Looking right into his eyes Jayne took hold of Mark’s wrist. ‘Oh fuck I got it wrong’ he inwardly groaned as she pulled it out from between her arm and body. The look of disappointment on his face made her smile. It also bolstered her confidence and adventurousness for she knew that they had reached that point, which happens with all ‘seductions’ where the woman takes control. The man may be leading, dominating and believing he is the seducer, but in reality, once his cock is hard, he starts thinking with that and not his brain, whereas the female usually still has control of both her body and her mind and thus him.

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“We agreed, no more secrets, right?”

Annette was cradling her favorite, over-sized coffee mug at the kitchen island. She was still wearing her comfy pajamas from last night complete with bunny slippers. I loved how she enjoyed childish things but was always the adult in our relationship. She waited and it was hard to read all the emotions flickering across her eyes.

We’d been married for barely a year when she’d started noticing things with her underwear. More was in the laundry hamper than she remembered wearing. When some of her ‘special night’ undies ended up in the wash and she knew she hadn’t worn them, she knew something was going on.

Predictably she had many fears at that moment. When there is a huge unknown, a mystery or secret, the mind generates all sorts of worst case scenarios. Certainly standing in front of my wife in a t-shirt and boxers as she tossed an incriminating pair of panties on the table between us was pretty much my worst case scenario.

When I’d first met her, I knew she was out of my league. She was smarter than me, seemed effortless in social situations, and had a head-turning body that had earned her money for college through modeling.

Once, after we’d been dating a few months, I asked her why I’d gotten so lucky. “You make me laugh and I can let my guard down entirely with you.” Trust.

Still, after two years of dating and a year of marriage, I hadn’t trusted her enough to come clean about some very strong passions I have. Perhaps I mistreated her underwear in some way to force this discussion?

My silence wasn’t helping.

“I love you,” I began. It was always a good start or seemed so to me. “I just have these things I like to do, you know, when I’m feeling… sexy… and we’re not going to… have sex for awhile.” This was starting to feel like it was veering into dangerous territory. I calmed myself and continued.

“I don’t know why it started but it kind of felt like it was always there.”

“What started?”

“I love wearing panties and stuff.”

Okay, slipping that “and stuff” in there was a red flag but I was hoping she would focus on the headline.

“You wear my panties?”

“Yes, just every once in awhile. It isn’t a big deal.”

“Seems like a big deal to you to keep doing it and that you didn’t want to tell me.”

She was nudging me closer to the zone of a therapy session which is natural since my wife is a psychologist. There was a lot I didn’t know myself and a lot I wasn’t ready to share with her. I sort of clammed up so she tried a different tactic.

“What do you do?”

“Um, you know.”

“I think you need to show me.” She nudged the satiny panties over closer to me. She also looked down at how my erection was eryaman otele gelen escort tenting my cotton boxers. “I think you want to show me too.”

She had me there. Being seen by a woman while I was “dressed” is a huge fantasy of mine. Here I was going to make that fantasy come true. Still, I had a huge knot in my stomach, fear that this could go very wrong.

“Let’s go…” she urged and waited.

After trying to calm my nerves a little, I pulled off my t-shirt followed by my boxers to stand naked, my cock rigidly erect. I picked up her panties, my favorite pink satin string bikini panties in fact. Pulling them up my legs as she watched me made me shiver in arousal and let out a soft sigh of pleasure.

I settled my cock in the satin and adjusted the panties to fit me. Annette made the twirl motion and I slowly turned in place until I was facing her.

“Why do they look like they fit you better than me?” she pondered out loud and inwardly I began to think this might not be a terrible day.

“We’re the same size,” I offered quietly.

“In…?” she asked vaguely indicating her chest with her fingers.

“In everything,” I said carefully, revealing that I wear more than her panties. I could see by the look on her face that she was filing that away for later.

She motioned me closer until I was standing next to her. She began to caress my ass through the satin back of the panties, sometimes straightening them into the right position, sometimes messing them up.

“How does wearing my panties make you feel?”

“Sissy sexy…” I moaned and my eyes flew open. “Sexy sexy,” I repeated to try to erase my truthful slip of the tongue.

“Sissy… sexy…” she said softly as her hand continued to play with me through the panties. “Are you a sissy slut, baby?”

My body was electrified from arousal from her touching me, the feel of the panties, of being exposed, countless fears and even more hopes. I could feel my barriers and safeguards shattering.

“Yes, I’m a pretty sissy slut girl,” I replied, face burning red at the total admission. I give her credit, she never slowed in her slow groping of me.

“You are a pretty sissy girl,” she cooed and my heart filled with love for her just as my cock was trying to break a record in precum production soaking the front of her panties. She moved her hand to the front of the panties. “Your clit is stiff and your panties are all wet, you horny girl.”

I shuddered and felt I was so close to cumming. I blurted something unintelligible and she stopped.

“So you’ve worn the matching bra?” she asked, sipping her coffee.

“Y… yes.”

“I don’t believe you. Let me see.” With that she was leading me upstairs sincan escort to our bedroom with me dressed only in her pretty panties.

She settled on the bed sitting back against the pillows and the headboard and watched. Clearly I knew where everything was so I went to her bra drawer. She was very careful to store them properly as she is a large breasted woman and most of her bras are shaped cups. I extracted the matching satin bra.

Watching her eyes, I proceeded to put the bra around my chest in reverse, clip the hooks, rotate it back and get my arms through the shoulder straps. I felt so pretty and sexy.

“You’re a pro, aren’t you,” she observed.

“Ever since I started wearing my roommate’s bras in college.” That got a raised eyebrow. Yes, lady, I’ve been a sissy a long time.

“Come here.”

I got on the bed with her, sitting next to her, leaning on the pillows. She let her hands explore the bra on my body, tugging, adjusting, and caressing. It didn’t take long to get me moaning.

“So, you like wearing women’s slutty lingerie… they get you really excited… and it sounds like you want to wear lingerie all the time.”

My brain was screaming to not say any more, to not risk crossing some line she’d find unacceptable and everything would be ruined. My desperation to finally have someone accept, encourage, and indulge my deep sissy desires was strong enough to tell my brain to shut up.

“I would love to be sissy all the time.”

Her fingers were nearing the panties and my throbbing cock.

“Looks like we’re each going to be working from home for at least another year so why don’t you be my little sissy slut all the time?”

“Really? You aren’t upset with me?”

It took her awhile to answer while she kept my cock on the edge of exploding.

“You didn’t choose to enjoy these things, right? It just is a part of you.”

“Absolutely. I’ve tried to stop doing it but I always come back to it. I’ve been this way since before puberty.”

“So how could I love you and deny such a part of you?”

“I love you, honey,” I finally blurted, starting to cry.

“Oh, hush, I know you do, you little panty-slut. Now get on your hands and knees.”

I was confused but obeyed eagerly. She rummaged in her drawer by the bed side and came out with lube and her favorite dildo that looked like a very realistic cock.

“I think we need to christen the new adventure of ours. Do you have a sissy girl name?”

“uh.. no…”

She didn’t look surprised at all though I’d tried to settle on one for years. She gently pulled the panties down until they were bunched at the top of my thighs. Her fingers spread the lube around my anus and slipped inside, slowly relaxing gölbaşı otele gelen escort me and pushing lots of lube in me.

“Sissy girl want some cock?” she cooed at me.

“Y… Yes, please.”

“Say it all, you little slut.” She wasn’t nasty mean like so many of the sissy videos I’d explored online. She was very matter-of-fact about it.

“Yes, I want some cock.”

“More…”

“Yes, I want cock, I want you to fuck my pussy with that fat cock, I want to be royally fucked!”

This was the first moment I spotted her hand in her own pajamas clearly playing with her pussy. I was stunned and thrilled that this was turning her on too.

She started to press the dildo at my hole, insistent put patient. “That’s right, you sissy slut, you were meant to take big cocks in your pussy, you ache for cock all the time, don’t you.”

I actually didn’t ache for cock all the time but I was too far gone to quibble.

“Yes, I want cock all the time, fucking me, letting me suck, giving me loads of yummy cum!” I crowed as I relaxed enough and the fat head of the dildo passed into me, followed quickly by 7″ of veiny shaft.

“Oh god yes, fuck me, honey,” I begged and she began to withdraw and thrust the dildo into me.

It didn’t take long once she began stroking my cock too for me to cum. It was the most intense orgasm I could remember having. I filled her cupped hand with cum.

Only after I gave my last spurts did she lift her cupped hand to my mouth and I eagerly ate my own cum without instruction, even sucking her fingers clean.

She turned me around, pulled off her pajama bottoms and pulled my cummy face to her wet, swollen pussy. I eagerly began to lick, massage, and kiss her flavorful folds. It isn’t a minute before I heard the familiar moan that was her orgasm.

Laying in bed together, we held each other, me still in panties and bra.

“We’re going to have to buy you your own lingerie… ‘and stuff'” she commented quietly, cupping my groin back in the panties.

“How could you know all this? It was so amazing, like you read my mind.”

“No, I just read your browser history and thought about all those times you volunteered to go with me when I buy clothes, shoes, or underwear. Or we’d look at the Academy Awards and you’d gush over the satin gowns. The pieces fell into place. I went back to some psychology texts to understand things better and confirmed that I didn’t have worry about you not loving me. Once I realized enough of what was probably going on, it was a simple decision to make: love my husband and have all sorts of sexy new fun or ruin the best relationship I’ve ever had. It wasn’t a hard choice.”

“And you’re not ashamed of me? Worried that I’m gay? Going to divorce me?”

“I will divorce you if you keep big secrets like this from me. Especially when we could be having so much girly fun together!”

“I promise. You can ask me anything or make me do anything.”

She laughed softly. “I’m going to hold you to that. We’ve got so much to explore!”

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All characters in this story are 18+. It is set in the summer of 2010. Thanks to Ravenna933 for her edits and RawSilhouette for help with developing the plot.

I woke up Sunday morning to a house full of people. All four of us were there for the first time in over eight months. Mom and Walt had gotten in late, and from the looks of things, they hadn’t noticed the raucous party my stepsister Vanessa had thrown. We’d done a good job cleaning up the place the day before, and then spent the rest of the day apart, locked in our rooms.

I’d looked forward to seeing Mom again, and she was clearly just as happy to see me. She made me a lovely brunch of Eggs Benedict from scratch — one of her specialties — as I told her all about the last semester. I hadn’t been able to come home during Reading Week as I was too behind on my coursework, so this was the first time we’d seen each other in person since Christmas.

Mom and I had always been close, dating back to the many years where all we’d had was each other, and I really cherished the adult relationship we now had. Mom had always treated me with respect and been up front and honest, even in childhood, and I had never felt like she’d lied or kept things from me. Growing up with that openness made me naturally honest and frank in return, and compared with most of my friends, I enjoyed never feeling like I had to sneak around or lie to her.

One of the adjustments I’d had to make in moving into a blended family household was Walt’s relative conservatism with his daughter — he’d kept Vanessa a little more locked down. Mom made excuses for him — ‘girls are different’, she’d said — but it had taken some getting used to having a parent that was more restrictive than Mom’s permissive nature midway through my teens. Walt and I had clashed a little, but I’d rewarded Mom’s lax attitude towards discipline by becoming a sensible, responsible adult — her words, not mine — so it never really got too difficult between us.

Whereas from the looks of it, Vanessa’s teen rebellion years, late in coming, might have finally started this past year while I was away. But I didn’t share any of these thoughts with Mom over brunch. I wasn’t a tattletale, and Vanessa’s relationship with her Dad wasn’t any of my business.

The next few weeks passed quickly. I got my grades back from the year, and found to my pleasure that my solid B+/A- average was maintained. With studying for the LSATs ahead of me, I decided against seeking out a summer job — I had savings to fund occasional extravagances, and I wanted to focus my spare time entirely on my upcoming exam.

Monique’s words about other (girl? girls?) she knew having a crush on me were never far from my mind, but I didn’t want to go barrelling in and trying to score with someone when I had no real reason to infiltrate my stepsister’s friends, and I wanted to give Laura’s tall tales and Monique’s reassurances time to percolate. I was fine with playing it cool to start the summer and wait to see what opportunities came up.

In mid-May, Vanessa knocked on the door to my room.

“Come in.”

She entered. “I hear you slept with Laura.”

I nodded.

“Why?”

“She wanted to.”

“I know she wanted to. She’s wanted to for years. But why did you do it?” Vanessa’s look was inquisitive, not angry, and I relaxed a little.

“I don’t know. I always fought her off because she was too young and too immature. She’s neither of those things now.”

Vanessa considered this. “And it was a one night stand?”

I nodded again.

“You’re not going to fuck her again?”

“Not planning to.”

Vanessa sat down at the end of my bed. “I’m not upset.”

“I can tell,” I interrupted, “and I’m glad you’re not.”

“But I’m worried about her. If this had been an unrequited crush forever, well, we’ve all had them. But getting what you want only once… it’s going to be hard on her to let it go.”

“For what it’s worth, I feel like a bit of an asshole about it in retrospect. But I didn’t realize quite how deep her feelings ran for me. I thought it was just teenage lust. If I’d known just how deep her feelings for me were, I wouldn’t have done it.”

Vanessa’s face softened further. “I’m glad to hear you say that. If you’d been playing on the emotions of one of my friends and using her for sex I’d have been way more upset.”

“If anything, she was using me,” I pointed out.

She laughed, but the laugh was strained. “Yeah, I can imagine she was.” I wondered if there was any history there I didn’t know about, but I knew better than to ask. We sat in silence for a few moments.

“Is she okay?” I asked.

Vanessa nodded. “It’s hard to tell, because she’s barely said a word about how she’s feeling about it. She’s bragged about you a lot, to the point I had to tell her to stop telling me about it. I don’t need to hear that stuff about my stepbrother.”

I grinned smugly. Vanessa ignored me.

“But her actual feelings? If she’s in eryaman eve gelen escort pain or upset, she hasn’t let on.”

“Keep me posted,” I said. “I don’t know if there’s anything much I can do for her, but I’d at least like to know I haven’t caused her any pain.”

“That’s nice of you.”

Vanessa sat for a moment, still thinking.

“I still really don’t feel like we know each other that well, but both Laura and Monique have said some really wonderful things about you recently,” she began again.

“That’s kind of them.”

“Monique told me that she and you are becoming friends,” she continued.

“I’d agree with that. I really like her.”

Vanessa nodded. “You can thank her for this, because it’s her idea. We’re going out tonight for karaoke and she wants you to come with, but only if I was cool with it. And I’m cool with it. It’s a group thing; there will be other guys there. Just… you know, be gentle with Laura and don’t fuck her again.”

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” I promised.

“Cool.” She smiled, one of the first genuine smiles I could remember her ever giving me, and my heart melted a little. “We’re meeting at the karaoke bar at 9. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to leave.”

I messaged Monique as soon as Vanessa left the room.

Thanks for laying ground work for me, I texted. Tonight sounds like fun.

You’re welcome. How has Laura been treating you?

Quiet, I answered. Surprisingly.

She hasn’t forgotten about you.

Great. How’s it been going?

Well, at a minimum, the whole group knows how you rocked her world, Monique wrote, following it up with several raindrop emoji.

Vanessa and I just talked. I’m surprised she was so okay with it.

Well, she’s not thrilled you had a one-night stand with one of her friends, but she also knows just how deep of a crush Laura had on you, so I think she was able to accept it wasn’t entirely your fault. It wasn’t news to her that Laura was in love with you. When we were younger she was always asking about you, wanting to see photos, you know. It was obvious.

I gritted my teeth.

But she’ll get over it. Hopefully it won’t be weird tonight.

Is this a couples thing? I asked. I don’t want to be a fifth wheel, or be stuck with Laura all night.

You might be an eleventh wheel, but no, you’ll be fine. You can come as my date if you want to.

What about Claire? I asked, remembering the name Monique had dropped at the party.

Nah, that was just a friend with benefits thing. Turns out we weren’t really even friends. It was just benefits. But when you can’t stand being around each other, the drawbacks start to outweigh even regular sex. I liked fucking her and hated just about everything else about her.

I laughed to myself. Sounds like fun.

That night at dinner, Walt waited for everyone to dig in before speaking up.

“I have an announcement,” he began.

I looked up in surprise. This wasn’t his usual style.

“Go ahead, dear,” Mom urged.

“My lovely daughter is nineteen now, which means she’s an adult in the eyes of the law. It’s been hard for me at times, watching my little girl turn into a grown woman, but I’m proud of who you’ve become, sweetheart.”

Vanessa smiled. “Thanks, Dad.”

“Both my daughter and my wife have been lobbying me to loosen the apron strings a little, and I’ve realized that the reason I’ve been keeping such a close watch on you is because I’m not ready for you to be nineteen. It’s not because you’re not ready to be. You are, and for that, I apologize.

“Because you are now legal to vote, to drink, to live on your own, Diane and I wanted to tell both of you that the house rules are changing. Effective immediately, you both are welcome to drink alcohol in this house. I would rather you both never smoke, but if you do, you don’t have to hide it, just don’t do it indoors. And because you’re both single right now, it’s as good a time as any to tell you that I…” He gulped. “You are welcome to have a boyfriend or girlfriend spend the night here if you want to.”

“We don’t want you both feeling like you have to run around behind our backs,” Mom continued. “All we ask is that you be responsible and considerate. If you get drunk, just keep the noise down after hours. And we don’t want to see any evidence of your romantic lives any more than you want to see evidence of ours.”

“We know that you’re both responsible young adults now, so it’s time I learned to start treating you that way,” Walt concluded. “I know neither of you are the type to throw a raging house party.”

I glanced over at Vanessa, who was unable to meet my gaze.

“Thanks,” I finally broke the silence.

“Yeah, thank you,” Vanessa added hurriedly.

“One question,” I continued.

“Sure.”

“What about one-night stands? Can we bring them home?”

Mom burst out laughing as Walt glared at me.

“Sure,” Mom finally said. “If you can convince bala escort some self-respecting young lady to come spend the night at your parents’ house, be my guest.”

“I’m not into self-respecting women, to be honest,” I said, winking.

Mom laughed again. “That’s my boy.”

“That’s your boy,” Walt grumbled. “I know you’re joking. You’d better be joking.”

I nodded. I was. Kind of.

“Now, for the first time ever in this house, would either of you like to share a glass of wine with your parents?” Walt pulled out a bottle of red from under the table.

“Yes, please!” Vanessa broke out into a huge smile.

A couple hours later, I’d gotten dressed up to go out, and Vanessa and I left together, on foot, to head downtown. Our neighbourhood was an older one northwest of downtown, and it was a twenty minute walk to the karaoke bar. Vanessa was wearing a light jacket over clothes I recognized as freshman bar wear; a low cut top and a short skirt, and with the slight nip in the air her nipples were making themselves visible.

“You sure you don’t want to wear something warmer?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Bars get warm, I’ll be fine once we’re there.”

We walked a little farther.

“That was unexpected,” I offered.

“I know, right?” Vanessa agreed. “Dad’s always been so conservative with me. I wonder what finally changed his mind.”

“Either Mom’s influence, or he finally noticed you’re an adult,” I guessed.

“Or both.”

“You are so much different than I remembered,” I continued. “Last time I saw you, you were still a kid.”

Vanessa nodded. “Yeah. I definitely feel like I’ve grown up a lot in the last year.”

I waited to see if there was more.

“I wanted to say, Peter, because I don’t think I did. Thank you for not ratting me out about the party.”

“You’re welcome. I would have if you’d left me the mess, or been more of a bitch to me if I’m being honest. But for doing something stupid and irresponsible, you handled it well.”

“Thanks, I think,” she replied. “I don’t think I’m ever going to do that again.”

“Good. Why?”

“I didn’t enjoy it.” She kept walking for a minute. “I love house parties. I’ve been to a bunch of them this year. I love the craziness, the noise, the atmosphere. But when it’s your own house, I was full of anxiety about things getting broken or stolen until I was drunk enough not to think about it, but that’s not fun drunk anymore.”

“I’m glad to hear that. We can have fun without risking burning the house down.”

“I like that you said ‘we’. It’s nice you’re not ignoring me anymore.” She made eye contact briefly.

“Yeah…” I didn’t know what to say. I’d never thought of it like that before, but she was right; I had kept her and her friends distant through my teen years. “I’m discovering you and your friends are different since getting home. You’ve got a good group of people around you. Thanks for letting me tag along tonight.”

“Most of your friends are in Kingston this summer, right?”

I nodded. “My roommates Steve, Tom and Clarence all got jobs there, and Clarence is taking a summer course.”

“Clarence?” Vanessa interrupted. “You’re roommates with a World War II veteran?”

“Knock it off. He’s a good guy. Named for his grandfather, of course, but I can assure you he’s 21.”

“I’m teasing.”

“But yeah, I don’t have a huge number of friends left in Guelph. My high school group has kind of scattered throughout the country. I still talk to a few of my old friends, but we’re not close like we used to be. I’m sure I’ll see some of the old gang this summer, but my real friends are all back in Kingston.”

“I wonder if that’ll happen to my group,” Vanessa mused. “Michelle and Sam were still here, which is part of it, I’m sure, but as soon as the others got back, all we wanted was to see each other.”

“You’re lucky. I never found that kind of close friendships with people until university.”

“I haven’t made any ultra-close friends in university. We’re opposites.”

“Living at home probably has a lot to do with that,” I pointed out. “I made all my friends in rez.”

“Living off-campus is hard,” she agreed. “People don’t make their friends in class anymore like in high school. I didn’t expect university to be so lonely.”

I wanted to ask her more, but just then, we hit the karaoke bar. The gang was seated around a pair of tables, one with Michelle and her boyfriend, a white guy and a Desi girl I didn’t recognize, and the guy who slept with Vanessa at the house party. The second table had Monique, Samantha and Kirsten. Vanessa quickly made a beeline for the guy — Carson? – hugging him and then taking her jacket off, filling the six-top table. I took my jacket off and sat in a free seat beside Kirsten.

“Welcome to the kids’ table,” Monique joked.

“Thanks! Thanks for inviting me.”

Sam and Kirsten both said their hellos. The noise in the bar was too loud to do much talking, and it etimesgut escort was about half-full, not jammed to the rafters, but with enough people there that there was a steady stream of people getting up to sing. I got up to go to the bar to order, and Monique came with me. The noise was lower standing at the bar.

“Are Laura and Natalie coming?” I asked.

“Laura is later,” she answered. “She has to work late tonight. Natalie’s doing an intersession course at University of Ottawa. She won’t be back in town until mid-June.”

I considered this. “Does that mean I should wait until mid-June to figure out who might or might not have a crush on me?”

Monique giggled. “Why wait?”

I locked eyes on her.

“I already told you that I’m not breaking the girl code, Peter. But your chances of success with the girls in this bar tonight aren’t zero.”

“Interesting.” I had been sure it was Natalie. Maybe it still is? Who else?

“Don’t overthink it, dumbass,” Monique ordered, clearly noticing the wheels turning in my head. “Relax. Have fun. Sing something. Who knows what’ll happen?”

“You’re the best.”

“I know.” She smiled at me. “How’s your singing voice?”

“Not bad. I’ve been in bands before.”

“So I’ve heard. Doesn’t mean you sang.”

“I’m not a lead singer. I can handle low harmony, but I’m a bass-baritone, and most lead parts in pop music are for tenors. Give me something low enough and I can make it sound decent.”

“Low like what?” she asked.

“Johnny Cash is a good go-to, David Bowie. I can transpose music down into my register, but people notice it doesn’t sound like they’re expecting.”

“Well, I have high hopes. I can’t sing for shit.”

“But you’re going to, right?” I prodded.

“Of course. It’s just going to sound awful.”

“I’m sure you’re not that bad.”

“Don’t say that until you’ve heard me.” She shot me a knowing look.

We headed back to the group, where the noise made conversation impossible, and put in our tickets for our first round of songs. After some time, we started getting called up, one-by-one. The other table went first, and last to go on their group was the guy I didn’t know — Mark, apparently — who sang a passable version of “Heroes” by David Bowie. I was next, and I’d been planning to do “Space Oddity,” but I quickly changed my plans. I gave my new selection to the girl running the show.

“Okay, so I was going to do ‘Space Oddity’, but Mark just stole my Bowie thunder here, so I’m going to do a song inspired by it. This is ‘Major Tom’, by Peter Schilling, from 1983.”

The familiar synth intro started to raucous cheers from Vanessa’s friends and indifference from everyone else. Walt had got me into the song — he’d been a big New Waver in his youth, and it was basically a New Wave sequel to Bowie’s original. The soaring chorus was at the upper limits of my range, but I gave it my all and thought it sounded reasonable enough. The crowd cheered as I finished and Samantha headed to the stage.

As soon as I sat down, the blonde next to me leaned in and shouted in my ear.

“How do you know that song?” Kirsten asked. Her voice had just a slight German accent.

“My stepdad. He was big into New Wave and played in a bunch of bands back in the 80’s. It was a big hit in Canada.”

“It was a big hit in Germany, too. You know Peter Schilling is German?”

I nodded.

“The original version of the song is called ‘Völlig Losgelöst’, which means ‘Completely Detached’,” she explained. “The German lyrics are better, I think. The chorus goes, ‘completely detached from the Earth, the spacecraft floats, completely weightless.’ Nothing to do with coming home.” She smiled.

“You should do a German song, too,” I suggested.

“Good idea! I will!”

We watched Sam finish singing a Britney Spears song, then Kirsten’s name was called and she headed for the stage, giving instructions to the karaoke attendant.

“This is another German song!” she called out from the stage, grasping the microphone stand confidently and staring defiantly out at the crowd. Damn, that girl has stage presence, I thought. People at the bar had taken notice of her, and she hadn’t even begun yet.

Just then, another New Wave synth chord started, and Kirsten began. It was Nena’s ’99 Red Balloons,” but even though the monitor was prompting her in English, Kirsten was effortlessly singing the words from memory in German. And her voice, my goodness. Kirsten’s mezzo-soprano was rich, her pitch was perfect. She was every bit a professional, and as her fair skin broke into a sweat as she strutted around the stage… maybe it was the lights reflecting in her glittery eye makeup, but damn, she was pretty. Following the long parade of amateurs, the entire bar had noticed the professional suddenly prancing around on the tiny stage, watching in rapt attention, even though she was singing a song in another language.

Kirsten got the biggest round of applause of the night as she finished, and curtsied gracefully before coming back to the table and taking a big swig of beer.

“I’m so impressed!” I yelled.

“First time hearing her sing?” Samantha asked.

I nodded.

“She’s so talented!”

“Oh, stop.” Kirsten blushed.

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3 days after her fantastic Sunday morning fuck with Adam, Louise was all set for her first real date with Steve. He’d been delayed in Riga for 2 days, missing the party on Saturday when she thought/hoped they’d get together. Instead he’d not come back until Tuesday but he’d text her and asked her if she fancied the cinema on Wednesday. She had replied ‘yes’, actually thinking she rather down a bottle of wine then get thrown around the bed by him, but the cinema would do. For starters at least. She worked at home on Wednesday, steadfastly resisting the urge to sort herself out with her rabbit, despite the constant low-level throb in her clit and looked forward to the evening ahead.

Erin, Louise’s flatmate, did not share that self-restraint and was sat up in bed multi-tasking. She had her ipad balanced on her bed, on her favourite porn site, watching a particularly well- endowed man give a middle-aged blonde woman the full benefit of his sizeable cock. Meanwhile she was teasing her clit with a small but wonderfully powerful vibrator, and talking to her boyfriend, Harry, via earphones. She was telling Harry both what was happening on screen and what she was doing to herself. Harry wasn’t saying much, as he was at that point sat at his desk within earshot of at least 4 other people. He was breathing heavily, and that just inspired Erin.

2 floors below them in the fashionable apartment block, Adam sat back in the chair in the corner of the bedroom and tried not to make eye contact with the man stood in the corner of the room. The man was about 45, overweight and wearing a t-shirt and jogging bottoms. He had one hand down the front of his bottoms and was stroking himself. The man was staring intently as his wife, kneeling between Adam’s legs, tried her best to get all of Adam’s cock in her mouth.

The woman kneeling in front of him, Wendy, was 40, a good few years older than him, but very attractive. A true milf he thought. He’d fixed her boiler 6 months ago and been surprised how sexy he found her. He’d never had a thing for older women but something about her was just a huge turn on. She had a certain… worldliness to her, he thought. She had offered him a cup of tea as he worked away and they’d chatted while he worked. It was his last job of the day and he hadn’t been in a rush to get off. He could tell from looking around the place that there was a Mr Wendy on the scene and they hadn’t truly flirted, but he certainly liked her and was happy that he had to go back the next day with a final part for the job.

They’d chatted again and she’d mentioned that her husband was a long distance truck driver, and that he stayed away a few nights a week. It still didn’t feel like a flirtatious conversation to him, even when he asked her how she passed the time alone.

‘Oh I get by’ she said. ‘Book clubs, swimming, friends, all that sort of thing. I’m used to it, he’s been doing the same job since we married. ‘ she had replied.

‘Must be nice when he gets home after a few days away’ Adam ventured.

‘Yeah I guess so’ Wendy replied. ‘Not like it is to be mind, we used to go from front door to bed in about 20 seconds in the old days’ she laughed.

Adam smiled at her and held her gaze. ‘Does it take 30 seconds now then?’ ha said.

‘You’re joking aren’t you?’ Wendy said, in mock shock. ‘He’s not interested. There isn’t any of that and hasn’t been for years. He used to see the girls at the truck stops but don’t think he even does that now.’

‘Prostitutes you mean?’ Adam said, trying not to judge.

‘Yeah they all do. It’s a lonely job.’

‘Oh right’ he said, enjoying her candour and honesty. ‘You seem relaxed about it?’ he added.

‘Do I? I suppose I am.’

At that point her phone rang and she answered it, quickly telling the caller that ‘Adam the boiler guy was here’ and telling them she’d call them back in 2 minutes.

Adam took it as a sign to leave and she thanked him and said goodbye.

He didn’t hear from her then for over 3 months, until she sent him a text inviting him for coffee. He replied immediately, saying he’d love to and they arranged a day for the following week. Adam was genuinely pretty level headed and made no assumptions about the reason for the invite. He didn’t expect them to have sex, but nevertheless he took care with his appearance and showered before he went to hers.

They’d chatted for a few minutes, about bland things, and he wondered why he was there, then she said ‘Last time we spoke, about the situation with me and Ron, really got me thinking you know.’ She suddenly sounded nervous.

‘Aah’ thought Adam. ‘Go on’ he said.

‘Long story short, Ron is pretty much past it. I know he’s ankara eryaman escort only 45 but I made an effort to seduce him and it turns out he couldn’t keep it up, if you get my drift’ she said. By now she was blushing slightly.

‘I think I know what you mean’ Adam said, and began to think he knew where this was going. She wanted a safe bit on the side, Ron would know but they’d never talk about it. Adam didn’t feel averse to that idea at all.

‘Well,’ she said, nerves making her rush her speech. ‘It turns out there is something he thinks he would enjoy and get turned on by. I think it’s called being a cuck’ she said. ‘And that’s where you come in.’

Adam was slightly taken aback. ‘Oh, wow!’ he said. ‘Wow’.

‘Oh my God I’ve made a fool of myself’. Wendy blurted out. ‘I’m so embarrassed!’

‘No you haven’t. Not at all. I was really pleased when you asked me to come here, I really fancy you!’ Adam said. ‘I just didn’t think your hubby would know about it I suppose, this is a new thing for me. Just a bit odd to think of him knowing.’

‘I’m not being clear, it’s not that he wants to know, he wants to watch’ said Wendy, now looking pretty mortified.

Erin moved the vibrator in small circles around her clit. She’d put Harry out of his torment and let him go, her final comment being to tell him that she was going to cum at least twice. She had moved on to a different porn clip now, this one a compilation of women having orgasms, always an inspiration to her. With the ipad in front of her and her free hand pulling at her nipples, she felt the first sure signs of approaching orgasm. She allowed her mind to wander briefly to the party the previous weekend, of Harry having to leave at 10pm to go to work and him telling her at 9.45 that he wanted to fuck her. Immediately.

They’d found the loo and that’s what he’d done. As he started to kiss her he put his hand up her skirt and rubbed her through her tights. He knew she wore no knickers because he’d watched her get dressed and he could feel that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He told her to take her tights off and then he he slipped a finger into her welcoming pussy. She moaned loudly and reached for his jeans zip. As he dropped his trousers she lifted one leg onto the bath next to her and within seconds his fingers were replaced by his cock. As he started to thrust into her she moaned loudly and he placed his hand over her mouth to avoid being heard. His cock, not the widest but a good length, generated lovely feelings in her clit and she encouraged him by moving his hand and whispering in his ear.

‘Come on you dirty bastard, fuck me. Get that cock right up me. Oh fuck that’s so fucking good you horny sod.’

Harry carried on thrusting and pushed his hand up her t-shirt, moving her bra up at the same time. He looked down, the coffee-coloured skin of her tits contrasting with her dark brown nipples, which he now moved his hand to.

‘Sit on the toilet’ Erin said. ‘I want to ride you’. As she said this she lifted her t-shirt off and removed her bra.

She sat on him quickly and took his whole length into her. She started to rock backwards and forwards on him, ensuring the base of his cock pressed against her clit. She also pushed her tits into his face and he happily sucked on one of her dark nipples, his hand twisting the other.

She whispered in his ear again, this time just one word; ‘coming’, then she tensed and buried her face in his neck to stop her moans alerting anyone outside. He felt her pussy massaging his dick as her orgasm rolled out from her clit.

Her clit was incredibly sensitive after she came and she couldn’t help but moan a little as she stood and his cock was released from her wet hole.

‘We need to be quick’ she said, ‘fuck me from behind, give me your cum’.

She leant against the wall, still panting. He moved behind her and teased the pussy with his cock, not entering her fully and not letting her push back on to him.

‘Oh please put it in!’ Erin whispered.

Harry didn’t waste any time at all and pushed his cock full length into her pussy, which was incredibly wet. He started to fuck her with deep strokes and she couldn’t help but moan out loud. He placed a hand over her mouth to maintain their privacy but it just seemed to turn her on even more and her moans, though stifled, became more intense.

He speeded up, his pleasure building, and she felt his cock get even harder. She looked over her shoulder, his hand falling from her mouth, and started to whisper urgently at him.

‘Come on’ she did quietly, almost hissing, give it me, give me your cum, I want it now fucking come in me!’.

Harry escort sınırsız çankaya couldn’t stay totally quiet and his moans could probably be hard outside but they didn’t care. Erin felt herself being pumped full of hot cream and another orgasm rippled through her body. Harry felt wave after wave of pleasure as his cock throbbed inside her.

And so, after much consideration and a phone call with Wendy’s hubby, Adam was sitting in a chair in Wendy’s apartment with her mouth on his cock and her husband masturbating in the corner of the room.

Wendy and Ron had been together for 12 years. She had led what she knew was a wild life before she met him, and knew that he was a way for her to settle a bit. In her younger years she’d experienced a life full of parties, alcohol, drugs and sex. She’d never shared much with Ron and she always thought she was comfortable in this quieter life. And she had, she thought, but once their sex life, never the best and certainly no comparison to her past, had started to dwindle she’d got more and more… frustrated. Her conversation with Adam, who she was desperate to fuck, and then with Ron, had not gone as expected. Ron’s admitting his desire to her had been a real shock. She had quickly realised, however, that in effect he was giving her the right to get laid by a younger, attractive man. He didn’t know, of course, what she did, namely that Adam was hung like a donkey, but then Ron wasn’t friendly with Jane downstairs who had confided in Wendy that she frequently reported faults in her apartment just to get the chance to ‘be fucked senseless’ by Adam.

And so it had all worked out perfectly. She was happy, she was going to make sure Adam was, and Ron was a happy a wanker!

None of this was on Wendy’s mind right now. She could only focus on the feel of this huge, hard cock in her hand and mouth and the wanton desire between her thighs. She ran her tongue up and down the thick shaft, feeling every vein as she did, then circled the purple end with her tongue, enjoying the small shudder she got from him when she tickled the sensitive underside of it.

‘Please will you fuck me?’ She said to Adam, momentarily releasing his cock from her mouth.

‘Once I’ve tasted you.’ was his reply. ‘I want your pussy on my mouth’.

Erin felt the muscles around her clit start to tighten and spark, and then her orgasm rolled over her. She dropped the vibe and pushed 3 fingers of one hand deep into her soaking pussy and used the index finger of the other to massage her firm clit. As usual she felt the wetness increase and she whispered filthy talk to herself, intensifying her pleasure.

‘Oh I’m so fucking wet my cunt is so wet I’m fucking coming I’m coming I want to be fucked I want cock fuck me fuck my wet cunt. ‘

Her orgasm built and built and she moaned, trying to be quiet but not achieving that. When the ecstacy subsided she looked down at the wet patch she’d created and smiled to herself, then gently slipped a finger into herself. ‘Time for another’ she thought.

Wendy and Adam swapped places, and now she was on the chair while he kneeled in front of her. Her legs were closed and she actually felt a little shy, but she knew she’d do anything. She closed her legs tightly for a moment, savouring the sensation it created in her clit.

He kissed her thighs gently, his his hands on her knees, but he made no effort to pull her legs apart.

‘Let me see you, your pussy’ he said, his eyes fixed on hers. She paused, but she didn’t look nervous now, she just looked excited and was clearly enjoying the pause. She opened her legs and Paul gasped slightly.

Wendy was trimmed to a neat triangle of blonde hair, her lips were a deep red and glistened with her wetness. What had made him gasp, however, was the tattoo. A small cat, itself a deep red, was inked next to the triangle of hair, with the word ‘Pussy’ scribed below.

‘Only me and the tattooist have ever seen that’ she said, very quietly, loud enough only for him to hear. ‘It’s been there for 3 years, that’s how long it’s been. Now get your mouth on me, please.’

Adam loved to lick a woman’s pussy. He found it incredibly sexy, and enjoyed it almost as much as the recipient he sometimes felt. He also knew he was good at it and very experienced. When he leant forward however, and gently touched his tongue near her clit, even he was amazed by the response; Wendy started to cum. Immediately. Within a second of him making gentle contact she moaned loudly and it went from there. She was jerking around, her pussy quivering, and her juices flowed profusely. She hardly made a sound, just a slight squeaking noise, but her hands çankaya eve gelen escort bayan gripped the back of his head and pulled him against her, maintaining the contact.

When she eventually relaxed her grip and he sat back to look at her, he saw a dreamy look in her eyes, a deep red flush on her chest and her nipples were hard. She smiled at him, then leant forward and pulled his head between her legs again.

This time it wasn’t as quick and she was far more in control, which was fine with Adam. He used his fingers as well as his tongue, pushing first 2 then 3 into her soaking fuck hole. His tongue travelled all over her pussy, following the directions that her hands pushed him in, and then he lifted her legs high and surprised her by moving his tongue down, past her pussy towards her tight little arse hole. His soaking finger pushed into it first then, as his tongue flicked around the puckered opening he moved his fingers to her clit.

‘Make me cum!’ She almost shouted and he swapped tongue and fingers again, sucking on her hardened clit as two fingers pushed into her arse. ‘That’s it keep that tongue on my clit!’ she moaned and he did as he was told. This time her orgasm was accompanied by a gush of wetness from her pussy and his fingers, lubed by the sudden rush of liquid, pushed deeper into her arse, seeming to prolong her orgasm.

Adam stood and told Wendy to get on the bed, when she lay on her back he told her ‘No, from behind, I want to do you hard’. When she got in position he got behind her and wasted no time in pushing his whole length into her. His thrusts were rhythmic and deep, each meet with a groan of delight from him and a squeal of ecstacy from her. He fucked her like that for a few minutes, varying the pace and depth as he gave her time to build to another orgasm.

Wendy enjoyed the sensation of this cock filing her immensely. She almost forgot about her husband watching, and looked at him. Rather than feeling guilt she felt absolute power over him. She could see his hand in his trousers moving and knew he was wanking himself.

‘That little dick of yours is nothing compared to this monster that’s fucking me. You’re pathetic, you love watching me getting a proper fuck don’t you?’.

Ron looked sad for a moment but never stopped touching himself.

‘I’m going to cum on this cock and you’re going to fucking watch me’ she said. ‘Then I want it up my arse. I never let you do that but I want to feel fucking filled up so Adam will do me there.’ As she spoke the words Adam again pushed his finger into her back passage. Her orgasm ripped through her as he did and within seconds of the waves of pleasure stopping she felt his throbbing bell end pressing into her arse. Progress was slow but then he was in and the pain/ pleasure was exquisite..

She looked at Ron, ‘It is so fucking good being properly fucked by a real man. I knew he was was big, my friend downstairs told me all about him and I think of him when I’m playing with my pussy. Your cock is pathetic.

Adam wondered momentarily who the fuck had told Wendy about him. Not that it bothered him, he was just interested.

Adam slowly eased his cock in and out of her arse, enjoying the feelings immensely. He loved Wendy’s reaction and also enjoyed her humiliation of her husband, which was getting worse.

‘You’re going to clean up his spunk from my arse you little cunt’ she said to him, ‘You’re going to lick it up like the pathetic little man you are.’

This talk brought both Ron and Wendy to orgasm but Adam wasn’t finished with her and rolled her on top. She sat on his cock facing him and asked him, breathlessly, which hole he wanted.

‘Lean forward’ he said, and she did. He started to kiss her whilst holding his cock with one hand. He brought her forward then pushed his cock against her arse again. She sat up and he felt his erection engulfed by her tight, willing anus.

She rocked back and forth on him, then started to use her fingers on her clit. He took a nipple in each hand and stared at her.

‘How hard should I twist them?’ he asked.

‘I’ll tell you if it gets too much’ she replied.

He was rough with her nipples, very rough, pulling and twisting, but she loved it, loved the electric sensation it gave her. He felt his balls tingle and he knew he was going to come, he told her he was.

She moved her fingers faster over her clit, ‘Oh Adam come in me come in me please’ she said, and then she started to come just as he did, and he felt her anus gripping his cock tighter and then he was shooting spurts of hot cum inside her, still thrusting, his cock gripped tightly.

Eventually their pleasure subsided and they lay on the bed sweating and breathing heavily. This almost felt more awkward to Adam, with Ron still watching. He wondered about Wendy and Ron’s relationship and where it would go to now.

He got more than an inkling when Wendy said to Ron ‘I need my ass cleaning, bring your mouth here’.

To be continued…

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