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Strip-Off – Origins! Pt. 05

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Creampie

Arrow stepped on stage- as usual, a large crowd was waiting for them. Arrow waved, and the audience cheered as Arrow gave their standard introduction: “Welcome, ladies, gentlemen, and other miscellaneous perverts! To STRIP-OFF!”

Arrow made a gesture. Spotlights came on, and shone down on all the contestants, sitting at a see-through casino table for the viewers’ pleasure. Their ankles were cuffed to their chairs, and their legs were spread open by spreader bars. Although…

Arrow scratched their head. “Seems one contestant is missing. Where is Shelley?”

As if on cue, Shelley walked on stage, walking quickly towards her seat. She was completely naked, with the vibrator still firmly embedded in her pussy and vibrating at the VIP audience members’ discretion.

Shelly stopped for a moment. “Ahhh~ Please, stop~ I can’t move my legs…!”

Shelley immediately began fingering her clit. Her orgasmic face was displayed on the big screen for thousands as she came before the game even began.

Arrow grinned. “That’s what you get for earning two penalties within the first three games. Come on, you slut- sit down.”

Shelley wobbled over to her chair, red with shame but still smiling at the pleasant sensation between her legs. Locked into the chair with her legs spread apart, she could almost feel the audiences’ gazes on her pussy- it made her incredibly wet, and she squirmed about in her chair throughout Arrow’s explanation.

Arrow bowed. “With that out of the way. Today, we’ll be playing Black-Jack-That-Pussy!”

The crowd cheered. Niko derisively snorted. “Blackjack! Another game that’s based on luck rather than skill?”

Arrow ignored her. “The rules are just like regular blackjack. I, the dealer, will deal out two cards face down to each lovely lady here to peek at. I will go around asking them to hit, or stay. Yes, splits are allowed. When they hit, I’ll give them a card face up. If the sum of the numbers on the cards are over 21, you will be forced to stay. Faces are 10, aces are 1 or 11. Once everyone elects to stay, the person with the closest number to 21 without going over, wins! If there is a tie for the highest, those who tied will play again.”

Lilith raised her hand. “There has to be some catch, right? Surely it isn’t just blackjack…?”

Arrow laughed. “Well, of course not. What fun would that be?”

Arrow whipped out five pairs of earbuds and put them in all the contestants’ ears.

Arrow grinned mischievously. “You’ll all be forced to stroke your pussies to a beat while playing. The closer you get to orgasm, the faster the beat will be. There will be erotic audio in the background for your enjoyment. However, you’re not allowed to cum. If you hit 21, you will be allowed a full orgasm, but if you go over, we will force you to ruin your orgasm. Stay below 21, and you’ll be forced to edge helplessly…”

Felicia spoke. “So… the closer you get to 21… the closer you get to orgasm… but you may never make it there…? That just sounds like you’re trying to edge us…”

Arrow shrugged. “That’s one way to put it. Anyways, there are some cameras under the table so that the audience and I know what numbers you all are at, and how quickly you should be masturbating. If you cum without permission or cheat, you’re eliminated immediately. Winner loses no clothing, whoever cums first or scores the worst loses two pieces of clothing, the rest lose one piece each. Ready?”

Shelley moaned out. “I’m sooooo ready…”

Arrow dealt out the cards.

Almost immediately, all five girls were assaulted with all sorts of naughty sounds in otele gelen escort their ears, as well as a beat. Knowing that they had no other choice, the girls started stroking to the beat, all at different paces. With their free hands, they peeked at the two cards Arrow had given them.

The screen showed the girls’ current number total. Shelley, who was at 20 (she drew a King and a Queen, paled when she heard her beat count- it was almost continuous. She stroked her pussy frantically, and moaned desperately as the voices of several men whispered in her ear: “Don’t you wanna cum…? It’ll feel soooo good…”

Arrow looked at Shelley. “You first, Shelley. Hit or stay?”

Shelley wanted to hit so badly. She wanted to just cum, even if she had to ruin it, but she knew that with the vibrator in her pussy she wouldn’t get any relief anyway. Besides, she wanted to edge herself for a bit longer… “S-stay… mmm… Please let me cum, please…!”

Arrow shrugged. “Nope. Second-to last- Felicia, your turn.”

Felicia was relatively calm, having a meager total of 7, though still blushing a bit. She was sensually, delicately caressing her slit at a much more reasonable pace. She was still visibly wet through her panties, which were the only scrap of clothing left on her body. “Hit.”

Arrow placed a card face up on her table- a 4. Immediately, she started fingering herself a bit faster. “Mmmm…” She was groaning visibly now.

Arrow turned to Amy next, who was tied with Felicia in terms of clothing. “Hit or stay?”

Amy, who had 10, was fingering herself at a moderate pace. “Hit.”

Ace dealt her a Jack.

Almost immediately, she began stroking frantically. “Ahh… Ahhh… Please, please, just a little more and I can cum…! Please… Ahhhhn!”

Ace shrugged. “You’ll have to edge yourself like that until your next turn. Now, Niko?”

Niko was unlucky- she had 16. Too low to refuse to hit, but high enough that she was visibly gasping at her own speed. Even worse, she realized, she needed a 5 to win- she was fairly sure that Amy and Shelley were both at 20, considering that they were shaking their hips and begging for “just one more” so that they could cum. They were supposed to keep their numbers secret, but being drunk on stimulation loosens lips considerably.

Niko braced herself. “Hit.” Arrow dealt a 3.

Niko grew even closer to orgasm, clenching her legs as she was forced to go faster. She was trying to will her body not to cum, but it was hard, even for her. She felt like she was floating, and started whimpering a little, still too prideful to beg for release.

Arrow turned to Felicia. “And now-“

Shelley interrupted them with a lewd moan. “I can’t take it any more, please, I need to cum, I can’t edge like this anymore, please…!”

She gasped as she finally released. A huge, gushing spray of juices flowed from her womanly flower as a week of sexual tension and teasing from her vibrator came out all at once.

Arrow shrugged. “That means you’re last. Unfortunately for you, though, you still need to masturbate at that speed for the rest of the game. You lose two pieces of clothing, and another for each time you cum after. Though,” Arrow chuckled, “since you have no clothing to lose, we’re gonna have to bring out a LOT more toys for you…”

Shelley began edging herself again while Felicia and Lilith asked Arrow to hit. Felicia got to 17, and decided she would stay there, unaware of the other girls’ scores. However, Lilith had deduced the same thing Niko did- Amy was at 20. Lilith had a total rus escort of ten, and Niko had 18, meaning she was likely to bust. All Lilith needed was a face card, and she would tie Amy, forcing a tiebreaker round and torturing the other, losing contestants further.

Face cards being the most numerous cards in the deck, Lilith was not surprised when Arrow dealt her a face card- a King. She masturbated twice as fast as before, moaning a bit, but was heartened by the fact that her strategy worked, and was thus easily able to withstand it.

Arrow turned to Niko, who was now panting and trying to keep up with the pace of the 18-card-value speed. “Hit or stay?”

Niko chose to hit- and Arrow dealt an 8.

Arrow announced to the crowd- “Bust! Now, Niko, you need to ruin your orgasm in ten seconds! Orgasm, then hands off! You will have the luxury of not having to masturbate for the rest of this game, though.”

Niko’s hand sped up as the audience chanted. Niko could feel the orgasm welling up within her. She was almost there, and wanted to rub her body all over while she orgasmed more than anything. Niko became even more desperate, despite her pride, and began to beg. “Please, please, I don’t want to ruin my orgasm, I want a full orgasm, I’m so horny…!”

Arrow simply tapped on his watch in response. “Running out of time…! Cum, and put your hands up while you do it!”

Just as the crowd yelled, “ONE!” Niko put her hands up. She whimpered as her body twitched, then stopped. She was very unsatisfied… but she couldn’t touch herself in any way until after the game.

Amy quickly shouted, “I’m staying!”, with Felicia and Lilith following suit. Arrow declared, “Alright, we have a tie! Amy and Lilith both have 20, so I’m going to reshuffle the cards, and we’ll play a tiebreaker round. You two can take a break. Felicia and Shelley must keep edging, and Niko, hands off!”

Amy and Lilith stopped masturbating, relieved that they didn’t have to actively edge, but still horny and wanting to touch themselves. The other three girls moaned pathetically. Niko, who was still unable to touch herself, hands held high in the air, was blushing, ashamed at herself for begging to cum earlier. Shelley and Felicia were in a different predicament- squirming in their seats moaning, they both tried not to cum desperately, as they didn’t want to lose any more clothing.

Arrow didn’t give them much time to rest, immediately dealing out cards to both Amy and Lilith. Both of them immediately got a score of 20- Amy with two 10 cards, and Lilith with a queen and a jack.

Arrow turned to Lilith first, this time. “Stay or hit?”

Lilith was gasping and panting at the lewd sounds and sensations she was feeling in her hears and pussy, but her mind was still intact enough to register that it was EXTREMELY unlikely for her to be dealt an ace. Besides, the fact that Amy was masturbating furiously but not cumming meant that she didn’t have 21. Amy decided to stay, hoping Amy wouldn’t push her luck.

Amy, however, was a bold person. She never backed down. Though she was beet red from masturbating, her breasts exposed and sweet nothings being whispered into her ear, she still said, “I’ll split! Hit me once on each hand!”

Amy turned her two tens over and split them. Arrow drew one card- a nine- and placed it on the first ten. Lilith knew that so long as the next card was not an ace, she would win.

Arrow drew the second card- it was an ace.

Arrow shouted out- “21! You may cum, Amy!”

Amy moaned out in pleasure as she rubbed her clit furiously, one özbek escort hand on her exposed left breast. Her tongue was frantically wiggling out in front of her face, as if she was imagining someone making out with her, and she thrust her hips repeatedly as she came. Panting and exhausted, Amy smiled. “Whew… what an embarrassing workout… good thing I have good control of my pelvic muscles, or I wouldn’t have lasted that long…!”

Arrow laughed. “Guess body training has more than one use, huh? Oh, everyone, stop masturbating. Time for punishments!”

Reluctantly, Felicia, Lilith, and Shelley stopped masturbating. They all squirmed in their seats, wishing that they could just cum already. With a few clicks of the remote, Arrow stripped off more pieces of the contestants’ specially made suits. Lilith’s midriff was exposed, leaving her in a bra and panties. A bit shy after realizing what she had done, she desperately tried covering herself up.

The other girls had it far worse, though. Despite winning over her, Amy still had less clothing on than Lilith, having lost her top last round. She had gotten used to walking around town topless, but the stares that her full, supple breasts got were intensely embarrassing for her still. Felicia, on the other hand, was stripped of her last piece of clothing, exposing her pussy for all to see, along with her meager breasts. Niko’s top was stripped off, too- she snorted derisively, blushing a bit, but not covering her average-sized boobs. As for Shelley…

“You get to pick out two more toys to wear! What a treat, eh?”

The crowd cheered as Shelley smiled at the audience, shaking her hips and moaning for effect as the vibrator buzzed in her pussy. She walked up to the table, where she picked out the vibrating buttplug and the weighted nipple clamps from the remaining four options. After putting them on, she did a lap around the stage, with her two holes completely plugged and her breasts swaying with each step as the weights swung back and forth, pulling on her achingly sensitive nipples.

Arrow clapped their hands. “Alright! And, with that, we are done with today’s challenge-“

As soon as they said the words, all five contestants rushed out the exit. Arrow scratched their head. “What, do you hate me that much?”

Walking outside, Arrow found a very surprising scene- most of the contestants were masturbating in public, desperately trying to relieve themselves after over half an hour of edging and sexual tension. Amy was lying on the ground rubbing herself, Niko was stepping on Amy and kneading her stomach with her foot. Niko seemed so turned on that she started rubbing one out herself, and finally got a real orgasm after being forced to ruin earlier. She covered her boobs after and stepped away from Amy, who was already finished. “Thank you…” Amy said, blushing. Niko sighed. “Just remember that I’m not your girlfriend. I just feel so damn sexy when a bodybuilder wants me to step on them and dominate them. Don’t get the wrong idea.”

Felicia was standing in the middle of a crowd, masturbating to Shelley, who was so turned on she was humping the air as she frantically rubbed her hands on her body. Both were flushed, being naked in public, but being the more experienced exhibitionist, Shelley was showing Felicia the ropes and making her a bit more comfortable with her naked body.

Lilith was the only one not masturbating, seemingly shy despite having her breasts and genitals covered still. She was walking with her girlfriend, Isabelle, while holding hands. They seemed to be headed home for some much-needed, private sexual relief away from prying eyes.

Arrow shrugged. “Huh. It sure is a good thing I brought my cameraman out here with me. I was thinking this episode was too short, anyways.” Turning to their cameraman, Arrow winked. “See you on the next episode of Strip-Off, for our very last challenge of this season!”

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Starting from Scratch Ep. 033: HALL PASSion

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Wednesday morning bright and early…

Josie McKellen went straight to her classroom, being literally the first person in all of Horton-Dexter. This being the first day of their lapsed dress code she made it special by wearing her skimpiest outfit to date. With Piper Cherry’s orchestrated assist, Tiffany Martin, the sole underage student in her 1st. period class was to be removed again for her second day in a row, forced to retake her Psyche test all over for failing so miserably. Shameless for certain but Piper had promised to always look out for her bestie. Even Principal Carl Manley would have a talk with Tiffany over her first test’s answers. Tiffany was feeling nuts having to take it again. Poor kid! Luckily she was naïve enough to comply without arguing. This was likely the last time they could help Josie going forward.

After yesterday being ravished by both her favorite boy toy Reese Teller as promised, not too mention being eaten alive by her girl students Josie was ravenous. What she did miss was a promised anal thrashing. Topping things off with another round of lustful play in the gymnasium, then finally her lover Roman, she just couldn’t get enough. Last night her husband Henry didn’t know what hit him when she came home late and went straight to bed. He didn’t even hear her get up and leave this morning. She just left him a text saying she loved him and they would talk in the evening. He had enough on his mind not to let it bother him. Another text told the girls to catch another ride with Piper Cherry. They were getting really confused over their parents relationship. They really needed to buy them a bus pass.

Sneaking into school long before any of the other faculty members or students, Josie just sat in wait like Reese prompted her to. It gave her time to think about her stupidity in engaging with her students, but she was too far gone now. All she wanted was excitement. Piper had warped her ethics and there was no turning back.

Daringly she just wore a pale blue satin chemise straight from her SUV to her class. She did bring a regular dress to slip on before her 2nd. period class but until then, this chemise was fucking soft and sexy, slightly see through at that. Perfumed up for her lovers she awaited at her desk until she heard talking coming down the hallway. Reese was easy enough to make out, but the other male voices not so known to her, likely a few of his team members coming back for more. Touching herself in preparation she was already wet and steamy. Eying the doorway Reese stepped into view and just stood there as if smug and defiant, arms crossed.

“Are you going to come inside?”

“Like a torpedo.” He growled.

“Mmmmm!”

“Come to me.” He motioned. “Hands and knees.”

“Oh my! Are the others with you? I heard voices.”

“What did I say?” He raises his voice with a stern tone.

“On my way.” She melted at his direct attitude, craving more dominance of late. This was a good start. Standing up she did a twirl in step to show off her chemise then dropped to her knees, finally over on to all fours. Stalking toward him like a panther in heat she met him in the doorway. Before she could attempt any seduction he stepped back further to the wall across the hall, bordering Kevin Fowler’s classroom. Unzipping his pants he digs in and whips out a healthy beast nice and erect. “Mmmm! I remember him.”

“Heel!” He points to the floor in front of him. Purring under her breath she took the risk of being caught and prowled out to reach him. To her left stood five of his fellow basketball players watching. She bulged her eyes and just went for it. These boys were not in her 1st. period class but she knew them well enough to know they had admired her many times, especially when she took turns sitting on their cocks in the gym yesterday afternoon. These boys did not get nearly as much of her attention as others, today that would change.

Reaching Reese she reared up and let him slap his cock on her face three times. “Open wide.” She did so and he slid his dick into her throat. “Suck it like you’re in love.” Her warm lips closing around his girth he rolled his eyes back, then returned his gorgeous brown eyes toward her with a sneer eyüp escort in his gaze, as if unhappy with her. Moaning she intently devoted soft tender throat thrusts, gentle hands palming his balls in hopes to appease his look of distaste. Reese frowned at Josie as she looked up at him with doe like eyes as he huffed to his allies in wait, “I told you guys…she’s a whore.”

Josie didn’t quite approve of his name calling but let it pass, his dick was throbbing hard on her tongue and turning her on. This was only the second time giving head to a student, but this one she had a minor crush on. Feeling rather worried that her trust was betrayed by he telling others not in her class about her behavior she just prayed this would not blow up in her face. Well, he could blow up in her face that was a different story. A nice morning facial sounded really good. If not from him maybe she would have time to catch a wave from Roman later. For now this was all about being…okay his whore. Maybe she was. Definitely a whore.

“Lift your skirt, they deserve to see that sexy ass of yours.”

While thrusting back and forth she released his balls and tugged her chemise upward over her hips to her waist. Moving behind her the boys enjoyed the tour guide’s tight heart shaped bottom. A pair of his fellow players knelt down behind her and rubbed her ass, her eyes gradually retreating into her brow at their caresses. Reese ended her blowjob early and lifted her chin with his fingertips. “Stand up.”

Up she went letting her chemise slither down over her butt cheeks, her adoring fans joining her in standing up behind her. Easing into Josie, Reese leaned in to kiss her for a warm tender moment, Josie melting at his warm lips. “Don’t think of this as betrayal. I know you do. This is a full court press. My boys here are loyal too me, therefore loyal to you. We want you too badly to botch this up by ratting any further. This body is ours.” He fluttered his fingertips down over her lightly tanned arms. “Understand?”

“I’m fine with that.”

“Every Wednesday morning you meet us forty minutes early, right here in the hallway.”

“When I can. I do have a family and obligations too. But, yes I’d love that.”

“This flimsy thing you call a dress stays in your classroom. Every morning that you meet with us you wait out here naked, laying on the floor with your legs wide. Whichever one of us shows up you fuck.”

“Mmmm! What about in my class? Well, when Tiffany isn’t around.”

“Oh, I’m tapping you as much as I can. I’ve talked to the guys and the girls and we’re all in for making your day, every day. We’ll figure out the Tiffany situation.”

“Reese? I can’t promise this every Wednesday. I…” He palms her throat with both hands cutting off her words with a soft sensuous choke of control. Behind her the two boys drag her thin chemise straps from her shoulders and peel her gown over her contours and to the floor. Trembling with excitement she whimpers at Reese’s hardened expression. Releasing her throat he places a single finger to her lips for silence. As he retreats the two boys move in to kiss her shoulders and inwardly toward both sides of her neck. Reese walking away allows the other three boys to surround her and kiss her chest, one of them dropping to his knees in front of her to lick her clit and finger her. As she seals her eyes Reese lifts his cell out and records their passionate trail of lips and tongues.

“Ohhhhhhhh!” She mumbles enjoying their reign. Panting slowly consoling their needs, she finds herself lost in time. Cumming under her assailant’s tongue diligently flicking her clit, fingers poised to insert straight up into her she moans until a shrill chaotic squeal escapes her throat.

“We love you Mrs. M.” The boys kissing her neck whisper into her ear separately. Those kissing her nipples rise to kiss her cheeks as if rehearsed, “We love you too.” Shivering she shares a sigh of contentment, peering down at her kneeling lover. “I love this pussy.” He changed the verse.

“I love your tongue…your fingers…all of you. I’ll do my best to be here each Wednesday morning.”

“How?” Reese speaks from behind her.

“Naked. şişli escort On my back. Legs wide to greet you in.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“I’m a nympho.”

“Our nympho.”

“If you like. Please bring condoms.” Not one of them nodded in agreement.

“Bend over, touch the floor.” Reese instructed, her kissing bandits easing away to give her room. She leans forward and does as told feeling Reese grip her hips and plunge his cock deep inside her trickling cunt. His persistent thrusts sent her mind reeling. “Horton-Dexter owns you Slut.”

“Fuck me harder Reese.” She pleads moaning in soft iterations of, “Yesss! Yesss! God yessss!”

“Fuck your pussies tight.”

“Your dick is just big.” She hissed as his left hand roamed over her spine to give her goosebumps of pleasure. With a nod to his buddies one of them whipped out his cock and stood in front of her, bending over to pull her up by her hair and coax her mouth around his awaiting six inch pecker. Gripping her head he face fucked her to a symphony of, “AK! AK! AK! AK!” Another boy wet his index finger stepping to her left hip then teased her anal pucker before sinking his finger inside. Josie came instantly on Reese’s cock, yet he had no desire to stop and just let her juices fall to the tile.

“She likes it in her ass.” The boy chuckled, “Mrs. M had an orgasm the second I installed my finger.” Minor orgasm but a real one was brewing. The two boys loitering took their dicks out and stood to each side of her and claimed her hands, curling fingers around their cocks. She took over instantly jerking them off. Pretty impressive multitasking at that.

Cumming in her mouth first, Reese followed Jameson jizzing up into her cunt. She yelped at his piercing liquid projectiles and rallied another verse of, “YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!” She swallowed her mouthful after her verse ceased then lured her handiwork boys in front of her to take turns sucking them off. Cellphones captured her every loving movement. Two more dicks nutting into her face as she brings her mouth to a stop and just leaves her jaw wide with expectation.

Both boys jerking off on their own flooded her mouth, chin, nose, even her temple. Guided to the floor and pressed down into her own sticky slimy mess on the tile, her anal attentive loyalist dropped his pants and knelt down between her legs and spat on her pucker, now that he had played with her anus to prepare it he lined his crown up and sank it deep into her. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! THAT FEELS GOOD.”

“Like that Mrs. M?”

“Shut up and fuck me before I run out of time.” She begged clawing the tile with a screech of her nails. Her boy toy fucked her ass gruffly, prying her ass cheeks wide to view his beast ramming in and out. Another cell cam moment caught it all including her begging for harder, faster. It was then Reese Teller realized that he had neglected to tap her ass as promised. Another time he swore.

Five minutes of anal love he nutted and pulled out slowly, her ass a cream pie for the camera. As she caught her breath they hid the shared cell and got dressed. Crawling for her discarded chemise one of the boys took it from her and tossed it at Reese. With the five fellow ballplayers waving goodbye with, “See you around Mrs.M.” She only had enough energy to wave back. Reese inhaled her chemise and sighed.

“Love the perfume. Need some help?”

“That would be nice.” She huffed lifting up on her hands. To her shock Reese clutched her by the hair roughly and guided her on to all fours. Making her crawl back into her classroom his grip on her shoulder length brown hair, he escorted her to her desk and let her take a seat in her swivel. Reaching for her chemise Reese shook his head, “Naaaa! Let’s just keep you naked.”

“Carl might walk in.”

“Or, your lover Roman.”

“I’m not worried about about Roman he would just think I was waiting for him.”

“Come on Josie do you really care who sees your whore ass?”

“Hopefully not my daughters.”

“Pretty sure they know what you’re like by now.”

“GOD!” She collapses her head into her arms atop her desk, “That’s all I need.”

“Did you really think you could do the things you do and it not spread taksim escort like wildfire? I mean we’re loyal but some things just as they say are honor among thieves. We take, you give. Be honest…do you want to just go back to being a loyal housewife?”

“I was never loyal Reese.” She sighed. “I crave way to much sex. Way more than my husband can offer. Hell, even what Roman gives me isn’t enough. You should sense that by now.”

“Exactly why I say Horton-Dexter owns you. Concerning Dakota and Sable? We all like your girls Josie. None of us want to destroy your family.”

“That’s probably too late. My husband and I have agreed to do as we please and still keep our love intact. The girls will learn to live with our lifestyle. I…don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

“You can talk to me about anything. There’s always Piper, she’s a Counsellor.”

“You know she’s as bad as I am.” Josie laughs.

“Ohhhh, I know. Question is…do you know how bad she’s really being?”

“I think so.” Josie winces, “Is she hiding something from me?”

“Sorry! Sworn to secrecy. Find out on your own.” He chuckles. “I hear students. Probably faculty members. Good thing we’re on the second floor. Even safer…on the third floor.”

“That’s a hint if I ever heard one. Piper’s doing things in Detention isn’t she?”

“I wouldn’t know.” He rolls his eyes whistling. “Never been in Detention.”

“That bitch.”

“Hogging all that cock to herself.” He laughs.

“Some secret keeper you are. Now you have me worried.”

“Don’t be.” He frowns, “Seriously, you two sluts are so fucking hot the entire school would lie to keep you safe and us happy.”

While she ponders everything Mimi Alexander walks by Josie’s doorway and looks in dropping her jaw at seeing her nude. Stepping inside wearing her own dress, much shorter than the day before due to the dress code arrangement and her own tested bravado she whispers, “Where are your clothes?” Josie merely scowls and points toward Reese. Ducking her head in further Mimi spots Reese waving Josie’s chemise like a white flag.

“Are you crazy?” Mimi frets, “Get dressed before your other students arrive.” She takes it upon herself to go after it pointing at Reese to hand it over. Relenting he gives it to Mimi and she marches directly up to Josie. “Don’t do this Josie. I love you.”

“I love you too Mimi.” Josie pries her cum coated butt from her chair and takes the dress putting it on. “Better?”

“Yes! Wow! That’s not a dress is it?”

“Nope! Pretty much a nightie.”

“Oh my Lord. I’m going to pray for you.”

“Couple million Hail Mary’s on my part I’m sure.”

“I give up. You and Piper are…”

“I know…insane. You will see…it’s contagious.”

“I was going to say…” Mimi leans in to whisper, “Inspirational. I left my panties at home again today. ” She shyly bends lower behind Josie’s desk and hikes her skirt to prove it. Josie smiled and blew her a kiss.

“Feels good doesn’t it?” She hugs the Art Teacher.

“Tomorrow I’ll try going without a bra.” Another whispered revelation.

“Like I said yesterday, welcome to the club Mimi. You better go set up your class.” With a snicker and a blush Mimi was gone. The second she was out of her sight Josie peeled her dress back off and put it in her desk drawer. Pointing at Reese she said, “Don’t let me regret this Reese. Oh, by the way…”

“Yeah?”

“I LOVE YOUR COCK!” She giggled and shivered with rejoice. “You owe me anal Mister!”

“Who owns you Mrs.M?”

“HORTON-DEXTER! Damn proud of it.”

Risking it Josie sat on her desk and awaited her class to show up. Once a few loyalists did they kept watch as her students enjoyed her body in one fashion or another. Logan and Abe had their dicks sucked right in front of the class, her head count was getting higher. Josie even ate out Vanessa. Compliments on their own defiance of the dress code leading to girls with multiple shirts unbuttoned all the way down to their navels, just like Josie’s daughter had been doing all week long. Skirts so short that cunts were seen and touched by both the girls and the guys. Reese even fucked April on Josie’s desk. The cad!

ORGY in Romeoville. It was supposed to be Hamlet this week but hey, you read one William Shakespeare you read them all. In defense of Hamlet, heads were held high.

“To be or not to be?” Reese asked Josie.

“Oh, I be.”

A slut that is.

Answer to that question.

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Stormwatch – A Serene Summer Day

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Finally facing his demons rather than ignoring them, Ephraim Josh Gravely MSgt USAF Ret. reached out and sought counseling, family friend Macy Jarecki was able to refer him to someone that specializes in PTSD and survivor’s guilt. With his doctor and his fiancée Veronica’s support Josh has a good start on beating back the demons that haunt him. One of the tools he and Veronica uses to help him with dealing with his trauma is his land. He owns 50 acres of forested land, an old scout camp from the 40s, which is now Josh and Veronica’s love nest. And there’s nothing better than sharing their bounty with their friends and family on a warm summer weekend…

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Stormwatch – A Serene Summer Day

Mike von Köster got up with the sun just lighting up the horizon, it was a beautiful morning here back in the woods, peaceful. It’s not quiet, but it is peaceful, the noises he heard here were not gangs carrying on in the streets of Erie PA, but God’s own creatures doing their thing in the woods. A hoot owl interrupted his sleep, but it wasn’t police sirens, or gunfire followed by shrieks and shouts, just an ol’ owl calling his hen. Then came a late-night thunderstorm, thunder crashed, and rain hammered on the metal roof, not a gunshot or a stabbing out on the street but a sweet rain to clean the air.

Plus, a late-night visitor roused during a thunderstorm joined Mike in his bed for comfort, which was a welcome plus. “I don’t know why I try to sleep in that other room, I always end up over here,” she said.

“I don’t know why you do that either, you’re always welcome here,” Mike replied and with that, the other bedroom became a spare room.

This morning Mike eased his achy old body out of his bed, thankful it’s not an old camping cot from his youth, being careful not to disturb his visitor who looked so much like an angel as she slept. He leaned over and kissed her forehead which brought a sweet little smile to her lips then he turned and dressed quietly and went to the bathroom to wash up. Each ache elicited a grunt of pain, but he was able to keep them quiet, so he didn’t wake his visiting angel. He guessed she was now a permanent resident angel. Mike built locomotives for over forty years, then when he got injured, he was shuffled off to a nursing home with a gold watch that never really worked and a pension check his ex-wife and his ex-daughter somehow emptied.

He wasn’t angry, the job gave him the ability to raise two beautiful daughters by himself, and when he needed them, Veronica was there for him, always there to cheer him up. When his ex-wife and oldest daughter cleaned out his meager savings and his pension, his daughter Veronica and her man were there for him immediately. They gave him a room in their house and an old man’s dream, a cabin by the lake, a radio, a TV with rabbit ears, and a helper. Short, sweet, and very curvy, a darling brunette who would do anything to make life a little bit easier for him.

The cabin is a big old log cabin built eighty years ago by some agency, maybe the forest service, they guess that because the exterior is painted in that Forest Service shade of green that appears nowhere in nature. The title to the land should show who it really was, but Mike didn’t think that Josh would care. The cabin has a new roof, a new floor and a bedroom at each end, the middle is a large great room with a huge stone fireplace and chimney, kitchenette, and a small bathroom with shower.

He put a pot of coffee on to brew then stepped out onto the porch and turned on the only radio station he could pick up, WPIG. Early morning farm reports, it reminds him of TV in his youth back in the 60’s. It was a chilly morning, the weatherman said the day promised to be hot, but right now a little heat is needed. He started a small fire in the brick firepit. It was a simple square made of cinderblocks, but it served as a firepit, barbeque, and with the right wood, a fish smoker. The snapping and popping of the little fire and the smell of the fragrant birch smoke, the occasional splash of an early morning trout, even the damp chill of the morning air was all good to Mike. As he watched the morning mist rise on the pond the curvy little brunette stepped out onto the porch and handed him a cup of coffee, then sat down in an Adirondack chair next to him and sipped her own coffee.

“Thank you, sweetie.”

“How ya doing this morning grandpa?”

“Some creeks, some groans, but it’s a beautiful morning.”

“Yes, it is.

The sound of footsteps on wood reached their ears from across the pond, the other side still shrouded in mist, then could be heard the whirring sound of a small electric trolling motor and soon a pontoon boat appeared out of the mist and headed toward them. The boat pulled up to the dock in front of them with practiced ease and Josh leaned toward them from the captains chair and called, “Morning dad, I’m going to drown a few worms, eve gelen escort would you care to join me?”

Mike pointed to the little rowboat tied up alongside the dock, “Thank you son, but I’m going to set to the oars in a few minutes and try my luck back in the woods,” and he pointed to the mist shrouded northwest corner of the pond.

“Audrey, you’re welcome to come too,” said Josh.

Audrey raised her slim leg and showed off her neon yellow sneakers. “I’m going for a jog with Ronnie then help her with breakfast.”

“Ok then, be that way,” smiled Josh, “See you at breakfast.” And with a wave Josh started the electric trolling motor and the old pontoon boat slowly headed out to the middle of the large pond.

After the sound of the motor faded into the mist, Mike looked over at the little brunette who was looking at something on her phone. “What’ ya looking at sweetie?” Audrey Mitchel showed Mike a picture on her phone, it was from the company holiday party, and it showed Josh Gravely in his USAF dress blues with a gorgeous blond on each arm. “Holeee Smokes, look at those ribbons! And where was my daughter when this was took?”

“She was dancing with her Army buddy Mitch McDonnell.”

“Her old dancing instructor. Were you there?”

Audrey pointed to the younger looking of the two blonds, “right there, can’t you tell?

“No! That was you?” Mike was shocked, that photo didn’t look like her at all. Audrey’s parents were odd, they urged their daughter to dye her hair blond like her mother, wear tight fitting clothing like her mother, wear her makeup like her mother, and when she was old enough, to fuck her father like her mother.

“That was mom’s idea, she thought dad would look best with a blonds on each arm, so she dyed my hair blond like hers and we dressed the same with our boobs hanging out… but mine are real,” she grinned.

“My goodness,” said Mike. “Josh doesn’t look very happy in this picture, does he.”

“Well, I was grabbing his ass.” When Mike looked at her with a disapproving look, she said, “Mom told me to do it, mom didn’t like Veronica at all.”

From what Veronica told Mike about Audrey’s mom; Mike wasn’t happy with her mom much either. He started to get up and he worked his way out of the chair and with a groan he stood. “I had better get going, those fish aren’t going to catch themselves.” He disappeared into the cabin and returned with his fishing pole, tackle box, bait box and his travel mug filled with hot coffee. He bent and kissed Audrey on top of her head and said, “You be careful on your run, don’t let Ronnie run you into the ground.

She rose and gave him a proper kiss and said, “Thank you, grandpa, I’ll be careful.” She watched Mike walk down to the dock and get into the boat and with a few pulls at the oars he was heading off. They were on the northeast corner of the roughly rectangular pond; he’s headed to the northwest corner, so he’ll be rowing for a while. A thought occurred to Audrey, and she pulled her phone from her pocket and did a few internet searches and found exactly what she was looking for.

Audrey is a friend of Veronica’s; they were nearly inseparable for a couple of years. Audrey’s parents were both sexually wild, they pulled Audrey into an incestuous threeway that at first was fun and sexy, but after a while her parents became quite demanding and that she didn’t like. She liked the sex, but her mother was very aggressive, extremely demanding, and liked inflicting pain, and Audrey didn’t like that very much. If she was going to have a female lover, she wanted someone sweet like Veronica. At the same time her parents were very poor gamblers and ended up running afoul of the Mafia. To pay their gambling debit they tried some underhanded business shenanigans, and they ended up being grabbed by the Securities and Exchange Commission and to stay out of prison they squealed on their Mafia connections and were pulled into Witness Protection Program.

Audrey went along with them into hiding at first, but when they began talking about conning the SEC with some other scheme and they became very angry at her in bed, she snuck out and ended up in Florida where she, with a little help from Anthony Friedman, her dad’s former boss, met up with Josh and Veronica. They invited Audrey to come live with them while she gets her feet back under her. At the same time, the nursing home where Mike was living was going to evict him for nonpayment. His ex-wife and other daughter Maurene cleaned out his pension and his savings and he was soon to be homeless. Mike moved into the in-law suite of Veronica’s house and an affection grew between Mike and Audrey, she started calling him grandpa and he started calling her ‘lil girl.

As Audrey finished her internet search she heard the chirp of a whistle, she and Veronica wear whistles on lanyards around their necks when they’re in the woods to call for help in an emergency. This chirp meant that Veronica mecidiyeköy escort had started her morning jog. Audrey closed up the cabin and headed up the path to where she would meet Veronica. Soon the tall, slim blond and the short, curvaceous brunette were jogging along the path. The path is a dirt road through the forest that weaves and winds from one cabin to the next eventually in a large loop. Although most of the cabins were in ruins due to neglect and vandalism, Josh has done his best to collect unburned logs and clean up collapsed cabins and restore the cabin sites to an area where tent or an RV could camp, and he rebuilt several standing cabins. Audrey and Veronica ran about four laps around the property enjoying the jog through the woods then headed back to the cabin. Normally Ronnie would be heading back to wash up and head into Orchard Park for work, but this is a long weekend, Independence Day!

The sun was now above the horizon and the morning mist started to “burn off” quite quickly. Mike rowed across the width of the pond enjoying the sounds of the forest starting to wake up, the songbirds were quite excited to greet the dawn and Mike enjoyed this part of the day more than any other. Even yesterday when it rained all day, he sat on the porch with Audrey watching the gentle rain as it fell on the pond and Audrey told him stories of her youth with parents that he sincerely did not approve of. To get her mind off of her parents’ “oddities” he taught her how to clean and filet fish, and between cloud bursts he took her out to the dock and taught to catch sunfish and blue gill.

Now he was in his favorite portion of the pond, the pond had backed up into the forest and this section of the pond was filled with large trees both standing and fallen. It was easier to ship the oars and pole the boat through the maze of trees, but back here there were big trout easing their way between, around, and under the logs that filled the water. This place was a challenge, he’s lost many a hook to underwater hazards, but those trout called to him.

He fished for an hour or two, enjoying the morning peace. He shared this corner of the pond with a deer that stopped for a drink, and a raccoon who appeared to be heading home after a long evening. As he prepared to bait a hook that a fish just cleaned, there came the clanging of that big triangle bell from back at Josh and Ronnie’s cabin, breakfast is ready! He polled his way out of the trees, even in their death the trunks of these once proud trees had a strength and dignity. Their smaller branches and bark had fallen off long ago and what remained were tall grey forked columns that reached for the sky and sheltered trout the size of salmon. When he finally broke into the open water leaned the pole he made from a sapling he had cut against a tree trunk and began to row toward Josh and Veronica’s cabin. Josh was waiting for him with the pontoon boat and moved toward him. “Let’s go eat dad!” Josh called with a grin and tossed Mike a line, then he revved up the gasoline outboard motor and as Mike held tight as Josh towed him to his cabin.

They washed up and settled in at the picnic table in front of Josh and Veronica’s cabin for pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs and coffee. The smell of wood fire, coffee and bacon added to the perfume of the forest as Mike settled in for breakfast with the people he loved most. “So, what has everybody planned for today?” Veronica asked.

“I have some elm to buck and split,” said Josh. They found a big elm that had gone down in a storm a year or two ago, with the neighbor’s help and his tractor they pulled it up to the area where the cabins sit, the remains of one of the wrecked cabins is now firewood storage.

“That sounds like a workout,” said Veronica with the subtle twitch of an eyebrow.

“I have a full day of glorious nothing to do,” said Mike. “I think I might help cut some wood.”

“Oh no grandpa,” announced Audrey, “we’re going shopping!” She whirled and turned to Josh, “Can I borrow the truck?”

“What’s wrong with your car?” asked Josh.

She handed her phone with the search results to Josh, “It won’t fit in my car.”

Josh looked at the phone and it showed a small dormitory style refrigerator. “Why a mini-fridge?”

“Because I’m tired of reaching into the fridge for a snack and coming out with a cup full of worms!”

“Still, that should fit in your car.” Then Audrey flipped the screen displaying a six-foot tall three foot wide, two-foot-deep plastic “Garden Shed.” Josh looked at it then said, “You want dad to do some gardening?”

Audrey shook her head, “it’s for his fishing poles! I keep knocking them over, he leaves them everywhere.”

Before anyone else could speak, Veronica handed Audrey her credit card and said, “Get two.” When the chuckling died down Josh reminded everyone, “we have company coming today, Ant said they would arrive after lunch.”

“I can’t wait to meet Antman,” said Mike. “He evi olan escort sounds like a great guy.”

“Daaad!” whined Veronica and Audrey. “It’s not Antman, it’s Ant, A-N-T, short for Anthony.”

“I think he just likes to get you guys stirred up,” grinned Josh.

When breakfast was finished Josh and Veronica were washing dishes and they peered out the cabin door to see Audrey rowing Mike across the lake to their cabin to put his fishing gear away. “Who woulda thunk it,” muttered Josh softly.

“Those two are nearly inseparable now,” said Veronica. She wasn’t smiling, not by a long shot.

“You sound concerned.” Josh could understand her concern, Audrey’s dad groomed her to love a father figure, and he did it quite vigorously. Veronica’s dad Mike is a big boy now, he can handle himself. Besides, if Audrey is after Mike for his money, the joke is on her, that well has been sucked dry. Audrey has more money than Mike does. Veronica’s older sister Maurene had been dipping into their dad’s accounts for some time. So, by the time Josh and Veronica convinced Mike to come up to Buffalo and visit for the summer, the nursing home was getting ready to kick him out because Mike was out of money.

“Shouldn’t I be concerned? How many years has she been fucking her father?” Veronica was really angry. “Dad hasn’t had…” Josh silenced her with a gentle finger to her lips and she stopped before she said something truly ugly.

Fresh from bouts of psychiatric counseling every week since they returned from Florida, Josh was full of sage wisdom. “It’s not going to do anyone good if you get mad at them…”

“I’m not mad at them,” said Veronica trying to restrain herself, then she sadly wept, “I’m mad at my mom, I’m mad at my sister, how could they do that to him? He’s such a gentle hearted man… like you.”

Josh shook his head, “You must be talking about a different Ephraim Gravely than the one I know…”

“Hush!” she put a finger on his lips as he did to her. “You know what kind of past I had but you still love me.” She was talking about her past being used by rich men as ‘fuck-toy arm candy.’

“Well, when you put it that way, I guess I am pretty wonderful.” They stepped out on the porch and sat in their chairs and watched Audrey rowing the boat around in lazy circles, she and Mike laughing like kids. As the sun came up over the tree tops the remains of the mist faded and the morning dew began to dry up.

“When do the Friedmans arrive?” she asked as their hands clasped.

“Ant said somewhere around two,” said Josh. The CEO of their company, Andalon, and his huge family were nearly permanent residents here at Josh and Veronica’s cabins. Cabin 8 was still set up like in the old girl scout camp days, with military style metal bunkbeds in a huge common area. Two full size refrigerators were installed for Anthony, Marge, and their seven children.

“And Terri?”

“Terri pulled a long shift last night so she’ll probably be pretty late, we may have to save her some dinner,” said Josh as they headed down to the woods on the far side of the pond where the cabins were situated. “It’s going to be a hot one, today!” said Josh taking off his jacket and tossing it on the utility wagon he was pulling. The wagon also contained a sledgehammer, wedge, chain saw, oil, and a gas can.

“Oh, I invited the Jareckis also,” said Veronica. The Jareckis are their neighbors out here in the countryside and in the village of Springville. Out here they have a big plot of land across the road and their home in Springville is just two blocks away. There are two families, Paul Jarecki, his wife Andi, and their twin girls Sandy and Madeline, and their baby son Daniel, and Paul’s brother John Jarecki, his wife Macy, and their infant daughter Katarina. Their Jarecki set up is three small barns in a row, the two outer barns are living space for each family the center barn is a common kitchen and bathroom with shower and a sauna.

“This is your first trip up here with the whole gang, isn’t it?” asked Josh. “This is the first time the pond is really warm enough this summer for the kids to go swimming.”

“Swimming? No, I don’t do swimming with a pond full of kids, I’m going to let you play lifeguard,” laughed Veronica as she poked Josh with a finger.

The woods were warm and fragrant, the intoxicating scent of the pines was invigorating, and when they finally got to the remains of cabin three, they were more in the mood for loving than for cutting wood and they melted into each other’s arms. However, as they gazed into each other’s eyes and Josh clasped her round, firm butt cheeks and pulled her close, Audrey and Mike appeared from around a corner in the path. “AaaHEM,” coughed Audrey, “We’re not interrupting anything, are we?”

“Your timing is immaculate,” said Veronica as she turned around in Josh’s arms. “We were just starting to cut wood.”

“So is that what you young kids call it,” chuckled Mike, then he winced from the elbow to the midsection that Audrey gave him.

“Can we get the keys to your truck?” Audrey asked sweetly.

“Here you go, and lock the gate when you go,” said Josh as he tossed her the keyring, “There’s a lot of vandalism in the back country here and we can’t hear people up at the cabin from here.”

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Horton-Dexter High School…the library… check it out!

Last hour meant some serious planning to skip regular classes for a certain cheerleading squad. Five of them that is. Dakota McKellen was having both a nerve-racking day and total exhilaration all at once. Having stripped nude in her Calculus class and tormenting her teacher Edwin Connelly behind his back, then teasing him further face to face she had made a mark for herself going forward. Losing her dress to stand naked at the chalkboard with Edwin a nervous wreck could have been her wildest stunt to date. The mark was… one crazy bitch. Take a number McKellen! Your mom still had you beat by a million miles. With her challenged cheerleaders talked into pushing themselves like Dakota had been doing the group joined her in the library for that last hour mischief she goaded them into. As if they needed nudged, they simply didn’t do what Dakota did on a daily basis. For the ladies this was second nature. In your face McKellen!

“Ole’ girl Quinn looks bored as hell.” Octavia Bradley noted the sole Librarian on staff. Marisol Quinn being older like many of Horton-Dexter’s faculty was pondering retirement. Eyesight going just reading bibliography cards was difficult, her hearing not much better at 66 years old. Totally in the girls favor with what Dakota had planned. “Half asleep and not caring! I bet her hearing aid is turned off too, so she doesn’t have to tell anyone SHHHH!” Nice lady, just ready to go home.

Robin Banks alongside Dakota shared a joint leadership moment even though Dakota declined being boss. This was her idea, so she had authority dropped into her lap. With the library being a primary source for getting homework done in peace many students with this free hour got done quickly and just kicked back. The problem here was this was a shared environment amongst all under and upper classmen/women. This meant being careful in their plan to lose their dresses and tease like never before. Now that Dakota had gotten a taste of exhibitionism of late and finding it thrilling, she was hesitant, yet eager just the same. No way was she going to back down though. Nope!

“Let’s go toward the back, there’s a couple rows of books we can hide behind if we have to.” Robin nodded while whispering advice. Tina Wiles leaning over Dakota’s opposite shoulder added her own thoughts.

“I see Wrestlers. That back left table is nothing but seniors. As long as Marisol stays at her desk, I think those bookcases will block her view. This could be hilarious.”

“We have to go beyond the bookcases, or the challenge is too simple.” Dakota resisted hiding. “You guys are supposed to rule this school, right?”

“Ehhh?” Robin shifted her head reluctantly, “Shared rule with the Jocks.”

“Will Angus be mad at me for stripping in Connelly’s class? I mean he wasn’t there to undress me like in the hallway.”

“He’ll get over it. The crap I’ve done behind his back and he still lov… he’ll be fine.”

“You almost said loves you. Does he?”

“Does it matter? He’s crazy about you Dakota. Even if he does get withdrawn sometimes. Pressures between football and school, his parents having marital problems. Other stuff, I’m sure.” Namely running Detention alongside Piper Cherry. “His mom wants him to get a job.”

“That is a lot. Listen I think I’m cool with you and him still seeing one another. I really like Angus but I’m not ready to commit to anyone fulltime.” Just as she began to reveal others wanted to date her, she spotted Nathan Lowe from Calculus who ironically wanted to date her. Perfect timing, she thought. “You guys go sit back there, I’m going out here in the open more. Don’t start without me.” She giggled. Starting to intercept Nathan she spots someone totally unexpected. A number of someone’s to be more direct. “Are you kidding me? Travis has study hall this hour. Andrea Beckett too? I’m toast!” Bestie and Pestie! Go figure!

Reluctantly she shuffles over to Nathan and tugs on his belt loop. Turning around with surprise to see his dream girl he whispers, “Hey Dakota. You have free period?”

“Not technically, but I do today.” She mumbled back with a sparkle, her eyes flirting.

“Here to strip for everyone?” He winked.

“Maybe! Do you want me too?”

“You know I do.” He grinned, “Hey what’s with all of the tiny hearts drawn on you?”

“They’re taking forever to fade completely. I let Angus and some others draw on me. Love Connection!” She giggled.

“Over your pussy?” He chuckled.

“Between my ass cheeks too.” She razzed him. “Wanna see before people other’s see me?” Thankfully Travis Herbert was balls deep in back assignments after missing a lot of school days over misfortunate meddling from Knox Hardecker and his bunch of bullies. What shocked Dakota was Andrea seated right where Nathan had planned to go.

“I was headed over to Andrea’s table. We have a science project together. Aren’t you and her besties?”

“Yes, but… I’d rather avoid her today if I can. I’m afraid she might know what I did in Connelly’s şişli escort bayan class and hate me for life. She’s not… like me. I mean… I guess we don’t talk about things like I did. She might be cooler than I think but we’ve been friends forever, so I worry about losing her.”

“All good! I’ll go where you go.”

“There’s a table by that window that’s still vacant.” Chosen due to it having a large single bookcase blocking both Andrea and Travis. Walking ahead of Nathan, the nerdy Zac Efron resembling young man followed like a lost puppy. Once hidden, they took a seat next to one another. A shyness suddenly overcame both of them, but hopeful glances proved there was certainly interest.

“So why did you let guys draw on you?”

“Can you keep a secret?” She whispered leaning toward him. Noting his convincing nod of affirmation, she took a deep breath then told him, “I’m trying to be more like my mom. She gets all of the attention. I mean… come on I bet you even drool over her.”

“Josie? She is hot, not going to argue that. Your mom is every guy’s crush! More like her how?” Nathan did not have the privileges of knowing how slutty Josie McKellen was but did know of guys who craved her. Dakota knew her mother was hiding more than even she knew of.

“My mom’s… a slut.” She almost felt ashamed to admit it but knew it was true.

“Sooo… you want to be a slut too?”

“A picky slut.” She giggled. “Still a virgin, so don’t judge me harshly.”

“Cool! Me too!”

“Really? I thought you were… really?” Dakota was shocked, for some reason she believed all boys had lost their virginity by now. Interesting! “Why?”

“Just haven’t found a girl I liked enough to give it up. I won’t lie I’m a lil’ nervous about sex. I mean I want to try it but… I don’t have much experience dating or even kissing a girl.”

“I’ve had a few lessons of late.” She knew, he had to know about Angus and her in the hallway by her locker. What she wasn’t going to admit was her father teaching her things at home. Those lessons however were due to her crush on Daddy and pushing him to offer more and more. Honestly, she couldn’t make her mind up who she wanted. Her father was only a toy, and she knew that. Angus was always going to hang with Robin among other flings. Piper Cherry’s nephew Mace had possibilities but even he was cornering the market on cheerleaders. Every guy she knew had ten girls lined up. Nathan here was… strangely appealing but again, she herself felt the need of ten or more. It must be the McKellen curse. “I could show you a few things.”

“I think I saw a number of those things already.” He smirked trying not to laugh under the restraint of library rules. “Why would you want to show me more? You said you wanted to give Furlong a chance. Isn’t he still dating Robin Banks?”

“Yeah! We share him.” She giggles. “I do what I want Nathan.” She dared to lean over and kiss him on the lips ever so briefly. Licking his lips afterward he puckered and complimented her by kissing her back. “You have soft lips.” She whispered.

“So do you.” He blushed and looked around them. Not a single soul was watching. “I think we chose a good spot. Nobody is nosey here.”

“Good! That means I can do this.” She lowers her left hand to touch his concealed dick. Eyes bulging at her bravado he suddenly didn’t control his intent to keep his penis from getting too erect. After missing his chance at beating off in the restroom due to a line from Connelly’s class who had seen her insanity, he was still somewhat hard. As if that was going to happen, it grew right under her palm. So large and so very quickly that she drooped her chin at his unexpected size. Thoughts on the subject encouraging, “He must be as big as daddy at least.” That led to a verbal admission of, “You have a big dick.”

“I guess.” He turned red but was not swatting her away. “I’m confused here Dakota. Not pushing you away, just not understanding. I mean… the excitement of you getting naked earlier was awesome, and I do want to date you sometime, but… I guess I’m afraid I’ll piss off Furlong.”

“He doesn’t own me, Nathan. I’ll stand up to him if he does get bent out of shape. How can I prove to you you’re not going to get beat up or anything?”

“I already kissed you, so, I’m doomed.” He had the warmest smile. “What’s this giving me lessons entail?”

“Oh! We kissed already so that’s one. Still want me naked?”

“In here? We’ll get suspended if caught.” He was changing his tune to protect her.

“I’ll risk it on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“Whatever we do we don’t make a sound.”

“Not sure what that means, but okay.”

“Show me your dick.”

“Say what?” He sat back sweating, eyes looking about for onlookers being nosey. “Here? Now?”

“If you want lessons… you have to show me.” She was all kinds of sexy in her expressions. Huffing his cheeks, he took the risk, removing her hand to slouch enough to unfasten his jeans and open his fly. With a terrified look in his escort bayan fatih eyes, he just found the courage. Drawing out eight plus inches her eyes joined him in being unblinking saucers. Before he could exhale, she reached over to curl her trembling fingers around his girth and stroked his cock. First time Nathan outside of his own grip he shared a hint of lust, which fell prey to disbelief. He was shaking more than she was, his hand hovering ready to push her away but simply couldn’t. A finger to her lips the silent treatment began. She looked about herself but jerked him off until his hardness became purple and shiny. One minute flat, she leaned over him and kissed his crown. Another conquest in her mind after Daddy, Angus, and Mace. Nathan’s lucky day!

Fighting words, even a moan which he certainly wanted to offer up, Nathan watched her suck his dick taking in three inches before pulling away and blowing a cool breeze over his crown. One more tour of four inches this time, recalling how Mace Belmont coached her during Truth or Dare last weekend, and what Angus and Robin showed her, this was technically her first in school solo blowjob. Taunting him for ten throat indulgences she again pulled back and looked about for safety. It was as if they were all alone in the world. Not even examining the area she sent her hoochies seemed all that active. Did the cheerleaders leave her?

Pausing Nathan with a finger to her lips she had to look and see if she were abandoned. Nothing would surprise her the girls were prone to be untrustworthy at times. They were getting better though now that Angus and she were considered an instant hit. Standing up she cautiously took her shoes off leaving them so that Nathan would know she was coming back. A sneaky look around the bookcase to see both Andrea and Perbert studying she made her move. Hurrying but not looking suspicious should Marisol Quinn the librarian notice, Dakota stepped beyond the barrier. Eyes bulging, she found more than she bargained for. Robin, Tina, Deanna, and Octavia were all completely nude and laying on the long table. Members of the Wrestling team were eating them out and fingering them. Silence was golden as each cupped their mouths to protect them against whimpering or moaning too exhaustedly. Stepping over to the girls Dakota tweaked one nipple each sparking vivid grins.

“You’re still in your dress. What the fuck McKellen? This was your show, not ours.” Robin whispered, then bit her lip to avoid moaning. Willard Dreyfus was gnawing on Robin’s clit and seeking out the hidden pearl. Eyes fluttering Robin had trouble focusing on Dakota.

“Am now!” Dakota made certain they saw her remove her dress. With two jocks off to the sides watching they tried waving Dakota in. She avoided them but blew a kiss as if saying another time, then made certain nobody on the other side was looking before putting her dress over her shoulder like a cape and marching back toward Nathan. To her surprise he turned his chair to greet her and had still left his monster out of its cage. Eyes flaring at a momentary vision of her father, the day she traded places with his co-worker Tessa Harper, Dakota knew her next move.

Teeth gnashed she hurried back and crawled right up into his lap. The two jocks who were on their own stepped from behind the bookcase as if keeping watch but holding books to appear reading. Fitting considering their last names were Booker. Lyle and Kyle, twins just like Dakota and Sable but with different hairstyles to distinguish themselves. Eying Dakota they were blown away that she had taken a huge risk being more out in the open than the cheerleaders.

Nathan felt Dakota glide her warm wet pussy along his pressed back cock. First lap dance for him, third slip and slide for her. Not even Angus Furlong had the honor of such a stimulating move. Having suckered her father as her first taste, then with Mace Belmont she was getting good at this much. Her sofa 69 with her father was still the highlight of her life thus far. Nathan had to cup her breasts as she palmed his face to kiss him. Lost to the world Dakota gyrated without care for four whole minutes leaving his dick drenched in her wetness. Adventure of a lifetime!

Their kiss feeding on any decision to moan she managed to both of their surprise to get him to cum, in his tilted angle most of his load shot his shirt, but her gyrations led to her tummy rubbing against the fabric and his wet jizz touching her flesh. Kiss broken she peers down at her tummy and his t-shirt and smiled. “Gosh! I made him cum without even jerking him off. So awesome!”

Proud of herself she sat up straight in her straddle to peer around her. Spotting the book end boys watching she felt compelled to check on her girls again. A kiss to Nathan’s lips then a finger to await her, she crawled off of him and abandoned her dress as yet another confidence booster that she was returning. Nathan Lowe sat back; mind blown. The book end brothers Kyle and Lyle began nodding mad respect his way. As stunned merter escort bayan as he was, he did salute them for their praise.

This time Dakota used the Wrestler’s as a gauge to see if anyone was watching and wiggled across the library carpet without even looking back. Luck running out a chance glance up from his book Travis Herbert spotted Dakota nude from behind. Having seen her before he looked about first then mumbled, “Gotta be Dakota. Sable wouldn’t… would she?”

Getting up to stretch he caught the Wrestler’s looking back at Dakota. A slick move on Perbert’s part he headed for an in-room water fountain for a drink. Still unaware of him Travis darted behind bookcases until he could see through books. “Holy shit! Cheerleaders!” Octavia and Tina still being eaten out, only Deanna Sweeny had been drug from the tabletop and down on to Pratt Ewing’s boastful big boy cock. Fucking him was easy enough to notice her gyrations up and down and both of their heads tilted back to enjoy sensations. Unable to see Dakota at first due to her kneeling next to Robin Banks, her toy Willard Dreyfus having turned her around to let her head hang over the edge of the table. Will was fucking the girls throat, Trav could even see his monster cock moving back and forth, her neckline filling up then deflating upon retreat. Hypnotic to say the least!

“Oh, man! That’s so freaking hot. I want to do that to Sable.” Trav pouted and had zero issues in running his hand down the front of his jeans to fondle his dick. “High five!” He told himself, his erection only five inches at its hardest.

Dakota on his blindside spoke to Robin. “Isn’t this fun? You bitches need to streak more often.” Dakota even dared to reach up and feel Robin’s throat as Willard entered it, her fingers rising to his delivery. “Oh my god!” She giggled faintly and glared up at Willard. “Gotta go!” She actually patted Willard on the ass in walking away. He smirked and tried to pinch hers, but she had departed too fast. Lyle Booker did it for him, she yelped, palming her mouth to prevent any further disruption. No eyes still! Was everyone in another world or what?

Travis seeing Dakota now in all of her full-frontal glory whimpered. “That better be Dakota.” Oddly he wasn’t certain. He had faith in her shyness being the distinguishing feature that separated sisters but damn they were identical. With Tina Wiles and Octavia now joining Deanna in riding their seated Jocks the tits were going crazy. Trav found himself enjoying them as much as… “Shit! Dakota!”

Moving to enable seeing Dakota wiggle back to Nathan Lowe she herself hopped up on the table in front of the boy. Turning around to face her Nathan had his chance to eat his first pussy. Convinced it was really Dakota Travis stepped back to watch the cheerleaders. He might never get this chance again. Nervously Perbert pulled his dick out and started masturbating. What Sable didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. Hearing faint whimpers at worst sent Trav’s hand into a ferocious knuckling. In minutes he shot his load all over… books. HA! Bookmarked! Oops!

Teeth clenched at his mistake he zipped up and saw Robin Banks dress draped over books next to him on a shelf. Chuckling he used it to wipe his jizz off his hand then make his escape. “Let that bitch wear my shit.” A low crawl escape Trav walked by everyone without being busted. Knowing where Dakota was, he bypassed his books and even nodded at Andrea Beckett who looked up. She of course flipped him off with a roll of her eyes.

Moving behind some computer desks to the blind area next to Nathan and Dakota, Trav ducked to watch her. With her head tilted back and eyes closed he could see Nathan’s hair down to his brow above her thighs. Strange to envision but his scalp at this angle looked like Travis himself. Just that quickly Perbert had his dick back out jerking. This show was just like seeing himself eating out Sable. Lost as much as Dakota was, Travis felt ready to burst again.

A tap on his shoulder made him rally a loud, “AAAAHHH!”, and turn around still jerking. Behind him up close enough to get shot Andrea Beckett felt cum splatter her arm.

“WHAT THE FUCK PERBERT?” She screamed, He swiftly zipped up and caught his foreskin in his zipper so that the tip of his drooling crown couldn’t be put away. In the disturbance Dakota jumped up and quickly put on her dress. Nathan hiding his dangling dick as he acted as if doing homework bulged his eyes preparing for Marisol to investigate. Dakota left her shoes behind but hurried away toward the cheerleaders.

“Please don’t make a scene Andi.” Trav begged quietly, “Sable will hate me.”

“Fuck! You just shot a load on my arm; I should punch you.” Andrea doubled up a fist waving it. Quieting down she used his t-shirt to wipe off. Eying through the books she saw Nathan and perked up, she was fond of the boy herself but never indulging that info. “Wait! Were you jerking off to… Nathan Lowe?”

“Nooo! It wasn’t like that.” He didn’t want to bust out Dakota either. “I give up! Think what you want.” He stepped away and left Andrea confused, he had a penis to dislodge without being seen doing it. Not wanting Nathan to know Perbert jizzed on her, she herself backed off and went back to her books. Last time she was going to let curiosity kill her kitty. Another time Nate!

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My best friend Anthony’s mother (and father) had accidentally put on a sexual show for me, and the woman knew I was watching. How hot is that. And she didn’t tell. She actually liked being the star as I later found out.

I have to admit that I never, ever thought I’d ever see my friend Anthony’s mom naked. In a bikini, sure, or maybe shorts and a white blouse you could see through. But naked, no way, no how, wasn’t going to happen.

She was the perfect woman, looking wonderful in her smartly fit business suit. When I saw her coming home from work I’d marvel at how superb she looked. Professional with a sense of sexuality. She appeared to be a lot younger than her 41 years of age.

That blazer covered up her blouses, but there were times when she’d come home, shuck the blazer, and I’d catch glimpses of her bra under the white or blue top. I just loved watching her.

So it was unbelievable when I accidentally caught her in her bedroom from a perch in my parent’s attic. It was so unplanned that made it only hotter. And not once but twice I’d caught her masturbating, saw her blowing and humping her husband, and doing things I’d only dreamed that she’d done.

The thing of it is, Mrs. Easterly knew I was watching. She admitted as much after the first time, swearing me to silence. Of course I swore the secret would remain quiet forever. That led to the second escapade when she as much as promised I’d see real action prior to her husband heading out for his golf date.

Later that afternoon, when I knew the coast was clear, I spoke with the sexy woman when I went over to see if my friend Anthony was home. Oh, I knew he wasn’t, but it gave me cover to stop over.

“We’ll, young man, I an certain you didn’t cover your eyes this morning, did you?” joked the woman, who knew full well I’d witness her frolicking with her husband and later with herself. “You are a naughty, naughty boy.”

Smiling, I quietly mentioned that she was very naughty that morning. “You looked absolutely beautiful! I just had to look, I had no choice. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, it was so very hot.”

“Did you, well, masturbate while watching us? Or after?”

Nodding my head, I told her I did just that.

“Did you clean things up after? Remember, moms know things. No evidence, right?”

“Absolutely no evidence, I cleaned up the mess,” I proudly admitted. “There was a lot, you know, a lot of stuff. You were awesome, the whole escapade was awesome.”

“Escapade?” she said with surprise. “My loving husband and I were making love, and you were a naughty voyeur.”

We spoke for a couple minutes, with the woman reminding me that it was our own little secret. She also said that her husband told her that he wanted to hit the daily double that day…nooky in the morning before golf and nooky after his round as well.

“Normally I’d tell him once was more than enough, but, well I have a little incentive to do a little show for you if you would like,” said Mrs. Easterly with a smile. “Anything special you’d like to see sweetie?”

Staring at the woman, I shook my head. “Really? You’d do something just for me?”

She said it depended on what it was, but yes.

“Does he ever, well, you know, do you from behind?”

The woman actually blushed. She shook her head yes. “You mean, doggie style? Yes, he likes that. Maybe you’d like a short chiffon lace baby doll nightie to look at?”

Smiling, I thought I’d ask for something special. “Do you have red panties…they mecidiyeköy escort bayan would be so hot peeking out under your nightie.”

She shook her head but agreed, as long as Anthony wasn’t at home as they’d be making too much noise with her taking it from behind. “I get a little vocal when we do it that way.”

I left the house with a big smile and a feeling of anticipation. On one hand I knew I was going to see something so very erotic, but on the other, I wondered what Mrs. Easterly was getting out of her exhibitionism. Making a mental note to ask her, I wondered if she got off showing herself to me.

Barely having left the Easterly residence I was in my front yard when Anthony came bounding down the street. We shot the bull for a bit, and I couldn’t help wondering if he knew is mother liked to show off her body in front of “strangers” like me. Of course not. But I also wondered if he ever heard his mom and dad doing naughty things in the bedroom.

Anthony told me all about his day at his part-time job, I related some BS story about reading a book. We spoke for 20 minutes when I came up with an idea. I made up a story.

“Damn I was up late the other night, well actually I was sound asleep but then a noise woke me up. I haven’t been able to get back on schedule since.”

Anthony was intrigued. “What was it, the wind?”

“No, something was blowing, but it wasn’t the wind…”

He looked at me strangely. “What do you mean?”

I swore him to secrecy, and then related the tale that I thought I heard by mom and dad doing the nasty around midnight. “I never hear them, didn’t think they did it, but they apparently do once in a while. I heard them going at it.”

That was partially true. On one hand I didn’t hear them often, but there were a couple times where there was some noises coming from their bedroom that could have been them having sex, along with giggles and groans. And the one time my mom came downstairs in her nightie after she turned beet red when she saw me. Busted!

Anthony related the story about how he heard his parents doing it a couple times as well, both times when he was supposed to be sleeping. “My dad checked on me, I was whacking off, so I stayed perfectly still and had my eyes closed. Sure enough, about 15 minutes later I heard their bed bouncing. They had to be doing it.”

We snickered at the thought, but I really was smiling inside because I knew Anthony’s mom in a more intimate way. She was awesome. I just hoped to catch the afternoon show today.

We made plans to shoot hoops at 4, and went our own ways. I just hoped he didn’t get in the way of my show this afternoon. In the meantime, I did some chores to keep the parents satisfied, all the while listening for the Easterly car to arrive back home so I could steal my way to the attic.

Mom and dad were sitting on the porch when Mr. Easterly arrived home. They all spoke for a little bit while I snuck upstairs to my secluded lair.

Looking down, I didn’t see Mrs. Easterly at all, and the more I watched the less I was sure I’d get my voyeuristic wish that day. The one time I did see her she was dressed normally for a weekend afternoon. Nothing frilly or sexy, merely loose fitting jeans and a blouse. It wasn’t encouraging.

Listening, I heard Mr. Easterly head toward his house, but when I saw him in his room he was talking but didn’t appear to have sex on the mind. His wife pointed to the shower, and when out of the escort bayan taksim room she looked around then up towards my perch. She smiled and put her finger to her lips! Silence. Of course. Nearly “Showtime!”

Mrs. Easterly disappeared for a bit, and when I saw her next it was heaven. Oh, she had on a pink chiffon somewhat longer baby doll nightie than the other one I’d seen, the kind with lace around the trim. The red panties I’d requested were peeking out below. She was brushing her hair when Mr. Easterly came out of the bathroom, drying himself.

After one look at his wife, looked startled, and the show was on. The two spoke for a minute, but most of the talking was balance with the man fondling his wife’s butt. Soon they got down to real sexy business.

Mr. Easterly held my friend’s mom from behind, rubbing up against her hot red panties while fondling her breasts. They just sort of stood there, holding each other, for a minute. He nibbled her neck, and for her part she was making rotating motions down below.

Suddenly Mrs. Easterly dropped to her knees as the guy dropped his towel. She knelt before her husband and proceeded to lick his balls while holding his cock in her hand, slowly stroking it to a firm hardness. Her husband’s eyes were closed, head back, enjoying the sensations.

She worked his balls for a bit before switching into licking dick mode, as she licked up and down his hardening cock, back down to his balls, and then up to the tip of his cock. They might have done the nasty that morning, but Mr. Easterly was ready for more in the late afternoon.

Mrs. Easterly wrapped one hand around the base of her husband’s dick, stroking while sucking the tip. Then she moved her head away, slipped her other and around the top of the cock. She began slowly stroking in two directions, the bottom hand jerking while the top moving to the left and right. All the while she stared at the cock, as if admiring her work.

She stroked him, playing off his reactions. If he liked the actions she did more of them, and the guy was rocking to her ministrations.

Anthony’s mom sucked her husband for a few minutes before he couldn’t take any more and she deliberated then move in the direction of the bed. She hesitated for a second, and then took a fall onto her back, spreading her legs. The man moved on top of her and said something to his wife while rubbing his dick up and down her slinky red panties.

He kept that action up for a bit before slipping his hands around the waistband of the panties. He lifted himself, then her, and slipped those dainty nothings down her legs. It was an erotic site, and just their sensual movements had me stroking.

Then, with a forceful thrust, he slid his dick into her soaking wet pussy, all the way in to his balls. He held himself steady there for a few seconds before beginning a series of thrust into and out of his wife. She held his ass, sort of guiding him, but he was really in charge and I think she was merely holding on.

It was so hot watching him rut her, bouncing in and out of my favorite woman. He started pulling her legs up even higher and I saw her grimace and moan. It was an awesome fuck. Her eyes closed, her mouth clinched and I swear she was cuming right down there in front of me. And then she went limp.

Her husband kept fucking his wife, but apparently wasn’t ready to cum, so they sort of held each other while he slowly slipped in and out of her willing pussy. All the escort bayan beşiktaş while the two were talking to each other. Who knows what they were saying, but it was most likely love talk or maybe a little bit of asking or a little bit of direction.

Mrs. Easterly soon pushed her husband up from her prone body and she came to a sitting position. Once again the man inserted his throbbing cock into her hungry mouth and began getting blown again. Damn, it was hot. He held her head tenderly as his rocking cock went in and out of her hot sucking mouth.

I found it so erotic watching the two, and only wished I could hear the action. But it was so exciting being a voyeur to their actions, and it was especially hot knowing the woman knew I was watching with riveted eyes.

Maybe she wanted a little more cock, or maybe she didn’t want her husband to finish in her mouth. Or maybe she wanted me to enjoy more action. Whatever the thinking was, she soon pushed him away, but not before stroking his dick and then tenderly kissing the tip.

Arising, she kissed her husband, then moved over toward the bureau by the window directly below me. She stood there, and I swear she looked up at me and smiled while her hubby was again smooching her neck. With a wink, she bent over at the waist and nestled her head between elbows on the wooden bureau.

It was a sexy sight. She was staring ahead as her man moved into position to the rear of her. He rubbed his dick up and down her slit from behind, as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. All of a sudden he thrust his cock deep inside her hole, and the girl opened her mouth in surprise. She actually gasped at the actions!

I really couldn’t see the actual insertion fucking, only the fucking actions, and it was still hot. While I liked watching his cock attack her tempting hole when they were on the bed, watching from this position allowed me to see her face and all its contortions.

Her head would move, a little to the side, a little up and down, while all the while her eyes would open and close almost without looking. She would grimace, hold her breath, exhale slowly and seemingly cry out something. Just watching her head would have been a perfect movie to watch, even without knowing her husband was rutting her from behind.

And rutting he was. He was banging his wife with abandon, totally lost in the fuck. She’d rock a little forward and back, her elbows stretching against their positioning on the bureau. The man held the sides of her ass for maneuverability, humping hard as he fucked his wife.

Soon the man’s head pushed back, opposite the pushing forward his dick was doing, and he appeared to be crying out something. Slipping my eyes back to Mrs. Easterly’s face, she was biting her lower lip and grimacing as the man was obviously manhandling her in a most intimate way.

Suddenly he pulled back, pulled his wife by the hair and she pushed back and got in front of her man as he directed his hard throbbing cock back into the familiar mouth of his wife and unloaded goblets of cum sauce from his loins. I mean, well, he fucked her mouth for a minute as he unloaded.

Of course I came as well, all over the boxes and floor, but my eyes never left the coupling couple. It was as if his dick was on a leash to her mouth, as even when he pulled out of her she was all over it, kissing, licking and then sucking it once more.

Finally he lifted her and held her tenderly against him as they basked in the aftermath of their hot, sexy session. They were both breathing hard, catching their breath while enjoying the feelings each had.

It was special watching the loving couple holding each other tight, but in a way I was jealous that it wasn’t me. I think I was in love with my best friend’s mother.

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Sophie’s Adventures Ch. 04

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Monday:

When I woke the next day I looked over the large bed Sophie and I were sharing to see her resting peacefully. The sheets had pretty much come off and left her top half exposed as she slept naked. What a way to wake up.

Then I started thinking back over yesterday. After traveling for almost a whole day to get here we had gone out to end with a series of memories that would stay with me forever. She held my hand for the first time, I saw her strip naked in public, I touched her up on stage, she gave me my first blow job (And underwater!) before walking off naked into the dark making me follow wet footprints to our room where we had wild sex for several hours. This was incredible and it wasn’t even the first full day of the holiday. What would today bring?

As I moved Sophie seemed to stir, she opened her eyes and smiled at me.

“Morning you….

Last night was incredible I’ve never never done anything so intense, it was amazing.”

“I… I don’t know what to say…it…” I stammered.

“Then don’t say anything, it was perfect for both of us.” She gently suggested.

Sophie then looked down, thoughts of last night and the rest sleep provided me, combined with seeing her naked next to me had my cock rock hard again. Sophie saw and moved over to me on all fours losing what was left of the bed sheet in the process, she then sat on me with her hips directly on mine, our sex’s denied touching by the thin piece of fabric of the bed sheet covering my lower half. She rocked ever so gently and my eyes rolled as I groaned with approval.

“Looks like you could do with some help this morning.” Sophie gestured as she began to rock more and more on top of me, I looked into her eyes and was then drawn down to her breasts, her perfect stomach and her smooth shaved pussy that was pressed against the material around my cock.

I went to move the bed sheet from underneath but Sophie seemed to refuse to let me as she kept rocking, her body weight was on her knees holding the sheet close to me and without picking her up I wouldn’t be able to lose the sheet. The sensation was good but no where near as soft or wet as touching her directly and I longed for that again.

“Today we need to go to the beach.” Sophie ordered whilst continuing to rock back and forth on me. She paused before speaking again.

“I’ve never even gone topless on a beach before, I wonder if I can here..Or a nude beach! Do you think they have a nude beach?!” Sophie’s eyes widened and her movements grew faster and faster as what she said excited herself and me also. “You haven’t seen all my swimming costumes have you?” She asked.

“No, you didn’t have time to show me and said it would be a nice surprise.”

“Yep! ” – She giggled “Though maybe I won’t show you them at all, maybe I wont need them!” She continued, still moving her hips faster and faster.

Then changing the subject slightly she continued. “I can’t believe I stripped naked onstage last night. With you in front of me and hundreds watching, all those eyes on me, all those cameras. Then when you touched me it was like a wave of pure pleasure washed over me knocking me off my feet, but you where there to catch me.”

In all these thoughts she was now really moving and we both seemed closer and closer to orgasm.

“Tonight I wanna do that again!… I want to be on stage with hundreds of lusting eyes on me. I want to cum with everyone watching, will you make me cum Ben?”

“Im the boss!” I again growled, semi mocking my actions of last night, with this I again felt a strong primeval wave hit me and now in control jerked her upward with my hips, she took her weight on her legs and hovered above me just long enough for me to lose the bed sheet separating us. She came back down and our naked bodies touched but before I could even penetrate her she began to slide wonderfully along the length of my shaft, she opened her mouth gesturing at being near orgasm and this drove me into a similar frenzy and we again came almost in unison. She collapsed into a heap on my body wrapping her arms around my head and kissing me. We lay for a few minutes before separating.

Afterward we both wanted to shower before we went anywhere. This time I agreed to share a shower with her. We rubbed each other down with wet soapy water and enjoyed the closeness. We kissed and touched before drying off and deciding to get dressed.

Only yesterday evening we where scared to get changed with our backs turned now we both stood completely nude in front of one another and we just shared a shower after sex. Both of us were enjoying the views of the other as we went about the apartment. It felt so free, so primitive, as though its the way we should always be.

Sophie reached into her suitcase to grab what she was going to wear today, after what she said last night about her short back and frontless dress being one of the less revealing of the clothes she brought I had to wonder what she would wear. Sophie pulled out her bag a white mini skirt that was all ruffles, eyüp escort it looked incredibly short and had a big black belt around the waist which seemed to be half the skirt itself. As she pulled the skirt up and over her hips she turned around, the back of the skirt rode high and would from a lower angle expose half her ass, but from eye level just looked very very short. It was a huge tease for the eye and the further back you were the more you could see, but with the more you see the more wanted to be closer which would in turn narrow the view.

She then reached and pulled out a black top, as she put it on it looked like a regular T-shirt with very short sleeves that sat on the edges of her shoulder, but the T-shirt was very short and stopped just down from her breasts leaving her mid riff totally exposed, from behind the T-shirt wasn’t all there either, the back had been almost completely cut off and a big X of the same material was in its place, it was provocative and sexy without being slutty.

“What do you think?” Sophie asked teasingly.

“It’s hot! What about the beach though?” I asked.

“Well we need to go to the shop to get some food for snacks and any time we are around here and want something to drink and stuff, we didn’t bring much, after that we will hit the beach.” Sophie explained.

Following this she again took my hand as we walked through the complex toward the small town centre nearby. We found a supermarket and started picking out things, I still couldn’t get over this beauty who was with me so brazenly walking around in public in so little attire. Admittedly the weather was already scorching and many people were walking round in shorts and small tops but Sophie’s outfit was just as sexy as it was practical for keeping cool.

On the way out we saw a sign for a bikini contest at the end of the week on the beach outside the bar from last night, it was shown as their main event with a 500 euro prize, entrance subject to acceptance of entrant whatever that meant. Sophie said she wanted to do it and had just the bikini, from what I was hearing and seeing I could bet she did and we both excitedly agreed she would enter.

We then passed some market stalls selling various things, one was making crochet patterns, some as dinner table matts and other things to hang and some of it was made into clothing, the lady looked at us and could see we were English before saying she would make just the thing for 10 Euros, we decided we would let her and she started to craft this white pattern into a more and more complex piece. Eventually she held it up for us and Sophie took it, she held it up and declared her love for it. It was similar to a bikini top but there was a little more to it, it had two cups each with large crochet pattern holes that got smaller and smaller as it got closer to the nipple area which was completely solid and around and inch in diameter. Then these cups tied around the back of the neck. Coming down from the cups was a small band of material made up of huge holes and this band sat above the naval, then the bottom of the band of material had a string which would tie at the back much lower down than a regular bikini top, this meant much of the side of Sophie’s breasts would be exposed as well as a huge amount of the rest of her.

We got back to the apartment and she went to immediately try the top on, it was incredibly sexy leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her breasts crept out the sides and the holes caused by the gaps in the material left a lot of breast on show, though less and less getting closer to the nipple. Plus the way it tied just meant it showed a bit more skin than a regular top and wasn’t as secure as a bikini top. She said she might wear it to go out in later and again removed it along with her tiny skirt once again leaving her completely naked in the apartment.

“Ok I’ve got 3 swimming costumes just here, I need to pick which one I’ll wear today, there’s another two but I’m saving them.”

She pulled out the 3 and held them up to me, I suggested rather than do that she change in the bedroom and come out wearing each one at a time. Sophie agreed and did so.

First she came out in her small white mesh bikini, it was the one she wore around the pool a few days ago and you could see through it in the right light, she turned around and showed the tiny piece of string hiding between her ass cheeks. I liked that her nipples were pretty clear to see, I could bet that it would be a real head turner.

Second she came out in another bikini, this was tiny and she said it was one of her favorites bought online, it again had a thong back and the tiniest front, if she hadn’t been so eager with the waxing I’m sure pubic hair would have been on show down below as it barely covered her pussy lips. The top was just as revealing, two tiny pieces of material desperately struggled to cover as much breast as they could failing miserably leaving little more than her nipples covered.

Third she came out and I was şişli escort stunned, at first when she walked in from the side I thought she was nude before I realized this was a slingshot bikini. As she faced me the narrow revealing nature of the thing presented itself fully. It sat wide on her shoulders and just formed a huge V down to her pussy leaving her sides completely exposed with a clear view of her belly button and cleavage, breast was on show both sides of the narrow material. She then turned her back and this piece of floss came out the top of her bare ass and then went up to her neck where it split back to the shoulders, the material at the back hung tightly away from her skin not touching her at all.

“So which should I wear?” She quizzed.

“Erm, wow, ok… They are hot! Are you really going to be wearing one of them down to the beach?” I questioned.

“Yep, I told you I want heads to turn. I do have a sarong to tie around my waist though to give a little extra cover.”

“I think the slingshot is a must, but not the first day. And I know you have that even more revealing slingshot I can’t wait to see. Why don’t you go with the mesh one?” I suggested.

“Ok see through it is!” She declared.

Sophie went and put the mesh costume back on as I got some bits together for the beach, when she returned she said not to bother with most of it because she wanted to explore the beach rather than lay in the sun, so we covered each other in sun block and set off, me in just swimming shorts and sunglasses with some money and the room key in my pocket, Sophie wearing her transparent white bikini and a small pale blue sarong tied around her hips.

On the walk through the complex we could now really see what It was like, people were walking around and some lounging by the pool. Sophie’s bikini got some double takes but no one seemed to mind. We kept walking and got to the seafront just a few minutes from the hotel. This was where everything was happening and lots of people were already here, we decided to walk up along the water and see how far it went and what was further up. Sophie very quickly noticed a number of topless women and she seemed to be happier about her attire with this. Lots of young women where actually wearing less than her, this was a first for the holiday!

There were lots of water sports happening in the sea, boats had water-skiers further out while windsurfing was also happening in the distance. Nearer the water there were pedalos with slides on the back, you took them out to were you wanted and then had your own water slide into the ocean. We decided it would be fun to do this and went over to the edge where the guy was renting out the pedalos. He had a good look at Sophie before telling us we had an hour and sending us on our way. Sophie and I liked the look of a nearby island that stuck out the water with rocks and things on the side, it looked like not many people went over that way and it could be a fun secluded area for us. After what seemed like a lifetime of peddling we got a good point and we agreed to stop and enjoy the water. It was much deeper here and would be much cooler than the water next to the sand. Sophie untied her sarong and left it on the chair of the boat where I left my sunglasses and money, we both jumped in and started splashing around. After a little bit of swimming and splashing water at each other Sophie said it would be much more fun skinny dipping and immediately removed her top.

“Shall I go down the slide naked?” She teased.

“Go for it!” I replied and she swam toward the boat climbing the ladder up the slide. As she stood there she untied her bikini bottoms and put them on the edge of the steps with her top. She climbed the rest of the ladder and stood at the top of the slide pretending to survey the water around her. People further away wouldn’t probably be able to tell she was nude and if they could we were so far away no one could care very much.

Sophie then slid down and into the water and I saw the boat rock causing her bikini to fall into the water, when she re surfaced Sophie giggled and started to swim my way. I said to look behind as her bikini had fallen in and she turned around to see it wasn’t on the edge of the boat anymore, we both swam nearer the boat hoping to see it floating on the surface but it was no where to be seen.

“It can’t have just vanished?!” Sophie panicked “Has it sunk?”

“I don’t know, but its not here is it?’ I replied more calmly.

“Its alright for you, I might not have anything to wear!”

“It should be floating around I’m sure we will see it soon. And earlier you loved the idea of being nude at the beach.” I stated.

Sophie wasn’t too happy but soon started to lighten up a bit. We started swimming again and going up and down the slide, we had a little look around the island but there didn’t seem any place to climb up, we kept looking for the bikini but eventually our hour was almost up and we would need to leave without Sophie’s bikini.

“It will be ok Sophie taksim escort just put your sarong around you, lots of people are topless it won’t seem that different” I suggested.

“Yeah I know and thats not so bad here but what about back at the apartments!”

“I’ll go get you a towel or some clothes if you like?” I offered.

“No no you aren’t leaving me here for a second wearing only this” Sophie instructed as she tied her sarong around her waist. It was quite short and rode up one side, it sat low on her hips and if you looked closely it was clear there was nothing underneath, the material was light and quite transparent.

As we approached the shore Sophie began to get a little nervous, the idea of being topless in public turned her on, so did the reality but it was still a scary prospect and one she couldn’t even avoid if she had wanted too now.

As we got off the boat the man who took our money looked very happy to see us, Sophie in particular. As we got off the boat she had to step over the edge of the boat and her sarong lifted up giving a clear view of her shaved self. She pulled her sarong back into place and winked at the boatman as we wandered back to the beach.

I took hold of her hand as we playfully wandered along the beach and back toward the apartment complex, we had been at the beach a few hours in total and fancied trying the pool.

As we left the beach Sophie was nervous about walking back through the complex, but realizing she had no choice so she put a brave face on it. If it wasn’t a big deal to her then it was going to draw less attention than if she was nervous or paranoid. On the beach no one seemed to mind or pay much attention to Sophie being topless and so she didn’t mind at all, we hoped this would all continue as we headed inside the apartment complex.

As we got to the central area there were a lot of people by the pool, a lot of faces turned as they saw us seeing Sophie was completely topless, we heard comments about her being brave and a few young men saying things like “Oh shit! -look at her!” Even a little boy shouted to his Mum broadcasting to anyone who hadn’t noticed. “Look Mummy that woman’s showing her boobies!” Meaning all heads turned to her. Sophie acknowledged the attention and just smiled at the people around the pool.

“Hey, you want to join us in some pool volleyball?” A voice called out. A group of young men and women roughly our age where playing volleyball at one end of the pool.

“Let me just put something more appropriate on and we will come back to you” Sophie replied.

“What’s more appropriate than what you have on now? It’s all the same you’re gonna be in the pool anyway.” The voice responded. I kind of liked his thinking though was a little angry at his blatant attempt to see Sophie nude. “What are your names? Where are you staying?” He added.

“I’m Ben and this is Sophie, nice to meet you.”

“Oh its a real pleasure to meet you both.” He said as he looked only at Sophie and her breasts. “So you going to join us?”

“Sure ok, it’ll be fun.” Sophie replied as she walked nearer the edge. As she walked down the steps into the water she turned to me, “This sarong isn’t going to stay on in the water, I need to get changed!”

“Well just get deep enough and take it off, no one will know” I suggested.

“But I’ll be naked in front of all these people!” – Sophie replied

“Yeah but with the water around you it will be less obvious than now, just like the jacuzzi at the party you will love being naked in front of lots of people without them knowing.”

“Yeah true” Sophie whispered, “But it feels really funny.”

As we waded in Sophie untied her sarong and left it on the edge where I put our money and room key. We were going to be on the same team with Mark the guy who initially called out and his friend Liz, we would be up against Jason, Luke and Eleanor. It was uneven but as we hadn’t yet played they wanted to break us in gently.

“Hey Sophie come stand here near me.” Mark called out, I could see what he was up to and didn’t like it, but knowing however much he might try it would lead nowhere and that made me very happy inside. He could do and say all he wanted but at the end of it all she was going to be sleeping with me.

“So, thats a nice bikini Sophie where’d you get it?” Mark asked

“Thanks do you like it? I’ve had it all my life it fits very well.” Sophie joked.

“No really, do you always walk around topless?” He probed further, everyone listening in, Luke bashing the ball around his hands partly eager to start but partly eager to know the answer.

“No, Ben and I were out on the pedalos in the sea and I took it off, it fell in the ocean then no matter where we looked we couldn’t find it. I liked that bikini too!” Sophie explained.

“Wait you lost the whole Bikini? Are you?….Shit your naked under there aren’t you? Damn girl you are hot!!” Mark boomed. “Let me look at you.” he continued. She turned so he could see her up front, a great view of her breasts but he struggled to see underwater, it wasn’t clear it was just skin under there. “Man I wish I had some goggles! – Hey Sophie….would you mind just going over to my towel over there and passing me my sunglasses?…” He jokingly asked, hoping she actually would.

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**Prologue**

This story and the previous one I posted (“Nerds Love Me”) form part of a larger text that I’ve been working on. Maybe I’ll submit those chapters for consideration by the Literotica editors when I’ve made some more progress on it. Fictionally speaking, “Nerds Love Me” was written by a petite blonde woman, named Heidi, whereas this story was written by a tall, Hispanic woman, named Clarissa. Clarissa also named her main character Clarissa in this story, but made that Clarissa shorter and less busty than the actual Clarissa who occupies the pages of my…well, I suppose it’s a novel.

Both Heidi and Clarissa are in their early 20s. Within the context of the novel, they prepared these stories as a creative writing exercise for a kind of hospitality training program. The task of the fictional characters was to write a first-person narrative that somehow blended the concepts of sexuality and revenge. They were to imagine that they were writing their story with the goal of sending it for publication somewhere, but such that their true identity would be kept secret.

**End of Prologue**

To keep things confidential, I’ll just call myself Clarissa. This story is the first erotic one I’ve ever written. I don’t know why I decided to write it. Having done so, I’ll probably write more, if something as interesting as the story I’m about to tell ever happens to me again. I’m sure that it will. I’m a girl who finds erotic adventures, if they don’t find me first. I should be honest and admit that I didn’t write this story to help anybody. There probably won’t be anything in this story that people find useful. If I’m wrong about that, I guess that’s good, but I really don’t care. Mainly, I wrote this story because I like the idea that some man or woman might be able to bring themselves to a nice orgasm by reading about a situation that I found myself in/put myself in. That’s the kind of joy that I hope to bring people.

It might help the reader to know what I look like. I’m a petite, 22-year-old Latina woman. My hair is dark brown, straight, and hangs just a few inches past the height of my shoulders. I have smallish, but firm B-size breasts; 26B to be exact. I seem to have a constant naughty expression on my face, thanks to the twinkle in my big, brown eyes and the perpetual smirk on my full, puffy red lips. I don’t want to seem full of myself, but it’s important to be honest. I can’t go out in public without causing jaws to drop either with lust or envy. I suppose part of these reactions have something to do with my insistence on wearing the hem of my skirts above mid-thigh and tops with necklines that plunge somewhere between the middle of my cleavage or lower. If the weather is warm, when I’m not wearing a skirt, I’m probably wearing tight bicycle shorts that end less than an inch below crotch-level. If the weather is cold, I tend to wear tight jeans or stretch pants that provide an excellent view of my little tight behind and my thin, yet finely toned, legs.

I grew up in Texas, but moved away from home to study English at Brown University. I just graduated a few months ago. I wanted to experience what it’s like to live in New York City, so eight weeks ago I decided to take a job as a bicycle courier, since there really aren’t that many jobs for English majors in Manhattan. I’ve really enjoyed it, so far. My work allows me to meet people all over the city and it’s great exercise. It pays pretty well, too. Since I’m very efficient at making my deliveries, it’s enough to pay for my little one bedroom apartment in the Village. I guess my only complaint has been that I really don’t know many people in the city and I’ve been a bit lonely.

At Brown, I got used to having lots of girlfriends and, well, having regular sex was nice and something I have missed very much. Since graduating high school, I haven’t been at all interested in tying myself down to one guy. I chose to find a group of hot guys at Brown who were ok with sharing casual sexual encounters with me, whenever it made sense for me to hook up with them, according to chance encounters with them at convenient times or to my own whims. The system worked out very well, even though many of the guys were involved more seriously with other girls. For the most part, I seemed to have a talent for picking guys who liked to get together for a fuck session, but would keep it on the down low. That way, I was able to have my fun without otele gelen escort being Public Enemy

among the female students. Now, things are different and it has been frustrating. I’ve been working so much and it has been surprisingly difficult to meet people in this overcrowded city. It doesn’t help that I’m very picky about who I get involved with, even casually.

Just a few weeks ago, the tide turned a bit. I made a delivery to a 34-year-old anthropology professor at NYU and took the time to ask about his research on the Mayan civilization. I took some courses in human anthropology at Brown and found it all very fascinating. Intelligent men, when they talk passionately about their discoveries and search for knowledge, seem to send an electrical pulse directly to my clitoris. I couldn’t resist asking whether he’d like to go for coffee with me sometime. Usually, I hate to be the one to make the first move, but I made an exception in this case. He agreed to meet me on Sunday afternoon, which was my only day off, at a Dean & Deluca close to the university. We really had a good time. He was very funny and smart, so we decided to go out for dinner a few days later. On our third date, he kissed me goodnight before I went up to my apartment, but then we seemed to get stranded on first base.

On our fourth date, we held hands and he kissed me at the end of the night. Then, it was the same on the fifth and sixth dates. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy his company. It’s just that things didn’t seem to be progressing at all. I found it all very frustrating. I thought it was ridiculous that I hadn’t had sex for three weeks. At Brown, and back home in Austin, I had sex at least three times per week. I think it was making me a bit crazy. By the end of our seventh date, I decided to take charge of things more. When he walked me home to my building, I asked whether he would mind walking me to my door, since there had been some issues with break-ins at my building, recently. That part was a lie, but I thought that I could get him into my apartment and then into my pants if I could get him up to my door. When we arrived at my door, I thanked him for a fantastic evening and I pressed my body close to his and kissed him, practically shoving my tongue down his throat in the process. I thought it was a pretty obvious clue. I invited him in for coffee. To my horror, he told me he was very tired and needed to get on back home. It was only just after 8:00 PM!

Angry, insulted, and sexually frustrated, I left him to enter my apartment. I stormed into my bedroom, tossed my purse onto the bedside table, and threw myself onto my bed. I keep a long vibrator/dildo in my drawer that, I’m sad to say, I’ve had to use quite a lot over the past several weeks. I grabbed it, hiked my mini-skirt up to my waist, lifted my knees up, and spread them at a 45-degree angle. I twisted the switch on the dildo to make it vibrate and sucked and licked it until it was sufficiently lubricated. Then, I used my left hand to pull my panties to the side and, with my right hand, I guided it slowly into my pussy. It felt so good, but I couldn’t shake my resentment for having to resort to an electrical device to maintain my sanity. I just didn’t think it was reasonable to expect someone as hot as me to find it so difficult to get laid.

Leaving the dildo vibrating away inside me, I reached over to the table and retrieved the phone from my purse. When I moved in, I ran into a man from the upstairs apartment. He had given me his number and told me that I should call if I ever needed anything. He was reasonably attractive, but I hadn’t really seen him much, since then. We passed each other in the lobby a few times, but that was all. I know it seems a bit desperate, but I thought that it was worth a try. I called his number and said, “Hi, Drew, this is Clarissa. I don’t know if you remember who I am, but I live in the apartment just below you and…”

He interrupted me and said, “Of course, I remember. What can I do for you?”

I asked, “Are you at home right now? If so, are you alone? I mean, are you busy at all?”

“I’m just watching TV right now. Yes, I’m alone. What’s up?” he replied.

I said, “That’s great news. I know this might sound a bit strange, neighbor, but I have a big vibrator inside me and I’d really prefer that the thing inside me were attached to a man, y’know?”

After rus escort a few moments of silence, his response was, “Of course, I’ll be right down.”

I put the vibrator back in the drawer and heard a knock at my door just a few seconds later. Opening the door, I discovered him dressed in sweat pants and a t-shirt. Plus, his feet were bare. He said, “I’m sorry for how I’m dressed. I promise that I’m clean. I just didn’t expect to be going anywhere tonight.”

I smiled and reassured him: “No, it’s totally fine. I think you look very good to me.” I wasn’t lying. He was a tall and good-looking guy, who just happened to be very casually dressed. Also, my hope was that he wouldn’t be wearing clothes for very long. I took him by the hand and pulled him inside. Closing and locking the door, I guided him into my bedroom.

I was worried that he didn’t think I was serious, so I told him, looking intensely into his eyes, “Please stand here in the doorway. Once I’m in position, I’m all yours, baby.” With that, I crawled up onto my bed on my hands and knees and pulled my skirt up onto my back, giving him a clear view of the red, bikini-style panties that partly covered my ass. I turned my head around to look at him and wink as I pulled my panties to the side to reveal my ass crack and my pussy, which was still glistening and engorged from working it with the vibrator.

I will never forget the look of joy on his face as he realized he wasn’t dreaming and that he was experiencing the best surprise of his life. As I watched, he stripped completely naked with lightning speed and then made a gesture with his hands that I interpreted as: “Is this ok?” I nodded, sincerely, since he was in obvious great shape and his large and gradually increasing erection looked so delicious to my sex-starved mind. He stepped forward and wrapped his fingers around the material of my panties that would normally be covering the treasure between my legs, pulling them down to my knees. He positioned me at the edge of the bed, such that my feet and ankles were hanging off the end, and then I felt his cock sliding easily into my slippery opening.

I couldn’t help moaning, “Oh, my…”, as he thrust his around seven hard inches into me in one stroke and started fucking me so fast that I could hear his balls slapping against me with each stroke. Although I was well lubricated, his cock was thick, so I could feel my pussy stretching, especially as the large knob at the end partially popped out and then in again as he slammed the length of his shaft fully into me each time. He seemed to notice and gasped, “Oh, yes. You’re so tight.”

After several minutes, Drew slowed his thrusting a bit, obviously wanting to enjoy every second of his good fortune. Now, I felt him sliding in and out of me very gradually. It was wonderful, since it allowed me to feel every inch in both directions. Meanwhile, he used his hands to grab and smack my ass roughly, but not causing any serious pain. I thought I would cum at any moment, when I was suddenly distracted by a knock at the door. Instinctively, I knew who it was and I admit that I still harbored some resentment from the events that took place earlier in the evening. I told Drew, “Wait, stop. Just pull out for a few moments. I’ll be right back.”

I got up and let my panties fall the rest of he way to the floor. I also wiggled out of my skirt and took my bra off, which left me naked except for the little white tank top I was wearing that did a bad job at hiding my nipples from view. I closed Drew behind in my bedroom and walked to the door of my apartment. I put on a phony smile as I answered the knock, encountering (as I expected) my anthropology professor (his name was Nick, if you care) standing on the other side. I pressed a finger to my lips to discourage him from saying anything and then I gestured for him to follow me into the apartment. It was very gratifying to see how wide his eyes got when he saw me practically naked. I will forever enjoy imagining about what he must have been thinking was going to happen as he watched my naked ass as I led him to my bedroom door.

Once I reached the door, I turned and said, “Professor Nick, can you please take a seat there?” as I gestured to a cushioned chair that was in position facing my bedroom. Once he got settled, I opened the door, bringing Drew, with his wet and throbbing erection pointed toward the ceiling, özbek escort into view. I got on my knees less than two feet from where the professor was sitting and beckoned for Drew to come over. He grinned as he approached and I wrapped my fingers around his cock to stroke him a few times, keeping my eyes directed at Dr. Missed Opportunity as I did so. After literally rubbing it in for a while, I directed my gaze to my neighbor’s throbbing dick and plunged it deep into my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the professor’s face was beet red and that he was shaking from humiliation and probably a lot of regret. Between sucks and slurps of S.’s cock, I explained, glancing over at him, “Professor, you should have fucked me when you had the chance. It could have been you with my lips around your cock, but you just clearly don’t have the balls that my friend, Drew, has. Now, as a lesson that I hope you never forget, you are going to stay here until he shoots his load into me.”

With that, I motioned for Drew to sit on the couch across from where the professor was sitting. Facing the professor, I guided Drew’s cock into my pussy and rode him in that position. Listening to his moans, I knew he was very close to filling me up with his cum, but I thought it might be nice to give him some options before that happened. I asked, breathlessly, “Baby, do you want to cum in my pussy or maybe on me somewhere? What about in my ass? What do you think?”

S. replied, “mmmmmm,” so I knew I couldn’t count on him to make a decision just then.

I slowed my rhythm on Drew’s cock a bit and turned to the professor. I told him, “So, as though my friend isn’t having enough fun tonight, I’m going to make the decision for him. I think he might really love to squirt his load into my ass, don’t you? I mean look at me? Who wouldn’t, right?”

With that, I pushed up and off of Drew’s cock. As I removed him from my pussy, we made a wet, slurping noise. Since that night, the memory of that sound has helped me bring myself to orgasm so many times. I got down on my hands and knees on the floor, angling my body so the professor could get a good view of my rear entrance. I instructed Drew, “You’re cock is soaking wet, so don’t be shy sweetie. Slip your dick into my ass and don’t stop fucking it until you fill it up with your thick, hot dick juice.”

Drew didn’t hesitate long before positioning himself behind me and easing his cock into my ass. It felt so long and huge in there. The sensation was overwhelming and I helped to enhance it by reaching between my legs with one hand and playing with my clitoris. I think that wrapping my tight ass around his cock kept Drew on the verge of orgasm for dozens of strokes. As he fucked me, Drew spanked my ass and pulled at and pinched my pussy lips. The combination of stimulations was more than I could take and I came violently and very loudly. My body shook so hard from the orgasm that Drew had to stop thrusting into me and simply held the length of his cock deep inside as I tossed my body around. Somehow, he managed to stay on me as I thrashed around.

Just as I was catching my breath, I felt Drew’s balls and stomach pressed even harder against my ass. He shouted something incoherent and his cock jerked and unloaded gobs of hot semen into me. I rested my head against my arms, relishing in the hottest sex I’d had since moving to New York. Although the professor must have been very disappointed that it wasn’t his own cock exploding inside of me, I knew that he was unable to take his eyes off of us the whole time. Maybe he didn’t get to fuck me, but at least he could take the images of what it would have looked like with him.

With his cock still inside me, Drew rested his body on my back. He kissed my cheek and groped my tits as his cock slowly softened. I turned and kissed him passionately, thanking him so much for being there for me. Wrapping my arm around his neck, I said, “You are such a good neighbor. I hope we can do this again sometime.”

To the professor, I said, “You can go now.” At that point, the professor stood up awkwardly, since it was apparent that his penis was stiff from the scene he had just watched. He walked briskly to the door and out of the apartment.

My neighbor and me spent all of our free time over the next week or so having sex. It has slowed down a bit, since then. His girlfriend came back from a trip out West, so he hasn’t had as much time for me. Still, we do find each other free quite often and he only lives a flight of stairs away. It doesn’t matter. I’ve met more people since those early lonely days in New York, so I’ve got many more options for sex than I had in those dark days. I hardly need to use my vibrator at all any more.

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My husband was standing in our kitchen, blatantly displaying mixed emotions. He was obviously in a sexual agitated state with what was possibly going to take place, but also a high degree of anxiety swamped his very being.

“You can stop this anytime you wish, that is, until we set foot in the studio. Once we’re in the studio, there will be no turning back!” I said sternly “Once we arrive there, I will be posing for the camera and I will be getting fucked!”

A smile flashed across hubby’s flushed face as he nodded his head subserviently. In the space of one day he had gone from normal jealous husband type to actively pursuing voyeur with some cuckold tendencies. I wasn’t complaining though as I was about to spend the evening with two cocks who used to pleasure immensely in my younger days.

I was dressed in my glamour model undies so no time would be wasted and we would hit the ground running on our arrival.

Hubby held up my long Mac for me to slip my arms into. I slid each arm inside the coat as hubby pulled it up over my shoulders. With the coat still open and my lingerie clad body peeking out, it looked incredibly sexy and a little bit slutty. Just the look I was aiming for. Hubby placed the bag in the car and we headed off to the studio where our sex lives would change forever!

Memory of the short drive is an absolute blur. We parked directly outside the studio as most of the city centre traffic would now be heading to the warmth of their homes.

I was a little nervous but sexually aroused as I climbed out of the car. Hubby leapt out of the car excitedly, grabbing the bag, locking the car door and walking me fervently to the door of the studio. I looked at my excited hubby and smiled endearingly. I leant forward into his ear and whispered softly.

“I love you!”

Hubby winked cheekily and pressed the doorbell of the studio. There would be no turning back now!

I heard the footsteps coming down the stairs to open the door for us. With each step taken, my pussy would quiver and tremble with excitement. As the door was being unlocked I swear my pussy was so wet a little trail of pussy juice was running down my inner thigh.

The door flung open and standing in the frame wearing a huge grin was Neil my photographer ex lover. He nodded to my husband then almost dragged me through the door holding me tightly as he gave me the mother of all hugs. Maintaining his reputation his hands were inside my coat, gliding over the sexy material, then feeling my huge firm exposed breasts, squeezing them gently, then moving his hand down to my bare and hairless pussy! His face lit up as he slid a large finger between my slit, stirring my pussy majestically.

“I’m so pleased you’ve kept your pussy shaved!” He smiled not paying one ounce of attention to my husband as he fingered his wife in the hallway of his studio.

“Come on upstairs, someone is dying to meet you!” He winked “Take your coat off and walk up the stairs. I want to see that fabulous and shaved slit as you walk up the stairs!” He grinned removing my coat and handing it to my husband.

I was standing in the hallway wearing my under bust corset, fishnet stockings and sexy shoes. My large breasts were on view as was my smooth shaved pussy. Neil was licking his lips as though he was about to devour a gourmet meal.

“You look better than you did all those years ago. You’ve matured into a magnificent slut!” He giggled, indicating I should start climbing the stairs.

I began to head toward the stairs and slowly ascended each step. As each leg moved forward, my pussy would open, encouraged by me as I pushed my ass out and arched my back eve gelen escort deliberately.

Neil moved the palm of his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy and slowly rubbed my mound as though he was feeding a horse. I was tingling all over, being manhandled so wonderfully in front of my husband. I was n’t sure I could make the top of the stairs without achieving orgasm. Neil slid his middle finger inside my pussy, slowly thrusting upward. I was moaning loudly as I had to stop walking upstairs and hold the wall to steady myself as a thunderous orgasm swept through me.

I rocked on Neils finger, draining every single ounce of pleasure from orgasm. I heard feet shuffle at the top of the stairs.

“What’s all the noise?”

I looked up to Tom, Neil’s brother standing at the top of the stairs with his cock out already.

I giggled watching him stroke his huge erection at the top of the stairs.

“Bring her up stairs Neil, she looks fucking awesome!” Tom said in a loud voice.

“I’ll bring her in a second!” Neil said removing his finger from my shaved pussy then unzipping his trousers. I felt the heat of his cock between my legs as he nudged the head slowly between my pussylips until his full length was inside me. My breath excitedly left my body as I began to pant uncontrollably. I was being fucked on the stairs as my husband stood by watching whilst another guy was stroking his cock looking down at the sexual spectacle.

“You still love cock baby don’t you?” Neil said in a stern tone.

“I fucking love cock. I’ve missed having this one inside me!” I panted.

“Even having it up your ass?” He snarled.

“Oh fuck yes!” I said through gritted teeth as a second orgasm began to surge through me.

“Finger my ass while you fuck me!” I pleaded, riding his large cock.

“Hear that Tom? She’s still a dirty little slut!” He laughed, spanked my buttock with a stinging slap, then slid his finger inside my tight asshole.

I glanced over at hubby momentarily, to see a leering smile etched on his face as he looked on wide eyed at his loving wife being fucked in the shaved pussy and her tight asshole being fingered.

Neil and Tom had no regard for my husband whatsoever. I was here as their model and sexual plaything, to do with as they pleased. My husband was not objecting and I was enjoying every single second of it. It was good to be back in the saddle of the slut life once more.

“Come on Neil get the slut up here! She could have been sucking my cock while you were banging the slut!” Tom laughed.

They spoke of me as though I was their personal property, to do with as they wished, which at that very moment was a true and accurate statement. I was theirs and they could do whatever they wanted to me, and there would be no objections from me or my pervert husband.

Neil removed his cock, leaving me somewhat unsteady on my feet. He guided me up the remaining stairs, straight past Tom and into the studio. As soon as I set foot in the studio, the home of some of my most erotic memories, my state of arousal heightened. My nipples were so erect they were in danger of snapping off completely. My pussy was tingling with sexual electric pulses as a thousand orgasmic memories travelled through my mind. My asshole puckered inverting then pushing slightly, itching sexually, wanting to be penetrated.

I was on heat big time from the erotic memories but when the musky scent of both guys cocks enticed my nostrils, I became the sexually expressive porno slut.

I dipped a finger into my tight wet pussy and smiled.

“It’s been a long time since I was mecidiyeköy escort a slut guys! Who wants to fuck my ass first?” I quizzed the guys with a lusty look sexual eroticism.

Neil winked at me, smiling as he passed a photo album to my hubby.

“That’s what your slut wife got up to in the past. Once I get the camera rolling you can see for yourself just how much of a hot slut your wife can be!”

“I think I’ve just witnessed some of it on the stairs!” My husband laughed.

“It’s good that you’re a kinky fucker, cause if she agrees we’ll be filming and fucking her at least twice a week. Sometimes you can come along and watch if you like, but there will be times when we’ll need her to be a dirty cheating slut without your presence!” Neil declared looking hubby directly in the eye, almost intimidating him.

I found the way Neil spoke and acted toward my husband to be very arousing.

Hubby nodded his acceptance of the terms and conditions to Neil, who acknowledged his response by bending my over a table and sliding his huge cock into my soaking wet pussy. I moaned noisily enjoying the deep thrusts of Neil’s cock. Hubby was staring spellbound, aroused immensely but in a state of sexual shock.

Neil removed his cock from my pussy and showed it to Neil.

“Look how wet your slut of a wife is? She’s desperate for cock and me and Tom will be giving her lots of it!” He stated as he pushed his hard length back in my pussy. I began panting like the whore of Babylon, holding my ass cheeks wide open, showing Neil my pink puckered ring shudder with every thrust.

Tom walked over to a camera on a tripod and hit a button. He then walked over to another camera, this time set up on what can only be described as a desk lamp arrangement, pressing another button he looked over at his brother fucking me.

“Cameras are rolling so I’m coming in to get my cock sucked!”

My eyes rolled with sexual desire as Toms footsteps resonated around the studio as he headed toward my head. His cock was at my cheek and I could smell the musky aroma of his rock hard cock. The smell only increased my arousal as I opened my mouth and rested his cock on my tongue. I rolled my tongue around the tip of his impressive erection then pursed my lips over his bulbous dome and slid his cock deep in my slut mouth. I heard hubby audibly gasp as Toms cock slid in and out of my made up lips. I glanced over at hubby who was rubbing the front of his trousers watching his slut wife pleasure two older men.

“You still suck cock like an upmarket whore!” Tom snarled, enjoying the pleasurable delights of m tongue and lips.

“Wait until you feel how tight her cunt is!” Neil laughed “I’ll try nit to stretch it too much!”

“Is she still tight?” Tom queried.

I oscillated my vaginal walls, squeezing my pussy tightly on Neil’s cock, almost milking him.

“Fucking hell! She’s only squeezing my cock tightly with her cunt!” Neil said through gritted teeth.

“If she can do that with her asshole we’re in for a treat!” Tom giggled, stroking my head softly.

“Try me!” I panted slipping my lips off Toms cock briefly.

“Get on the bed Tom! I want to try this sluts ass while hubby looks on!” Neil said, maintaining the torment of my husband.

The cocks were unplugged from my mouth and pussy as Tom stretched out on the bed. Neil guided me over Toms cock, letting me slide down Toms masterful cock.

“Fucking hell she is a tight slut!” Tom said looking over at my husband “Does she not get any extra cock now she’s married?”

“Just yours!” my husband spoke quietly staring at the spectacle before him.

Neil evi olan escort climbed on the bed positioning himself directly behind me. My legs were spread across Toms waist as his cock slid in and out slowly. Neil looked down at my exposed asshole and spat directly on to my puckered ring. I groaned a sigh of sexual delight as his cock nudged my sphincter open, feeling my sphincter snap back around his cock as he slowly fed his length inside my asshole. For the first time in years I was experiencing the joyful delights of a double penetration, and it was every bit as enjoyable as I recalled.

My husband was in suspended belief, watching his slut wife easily take two huge cocks at the same time.

I was now in a sexual frenzy, riding both cocks, begging them to fuck me hard and make me cum!

My husband had seen me in such a state of arousal, taking huge cocks in my pussy and ass, begging for them to fuck me hard and give me their spunk! A quick glance at my husband verified his shock but his unmistakable arousal. He’d stopped touching his own cock at this point, I assumed as he was so close to orgasm and wanted to see the whole show while in this peak sexual state of arousal.

“I’ve missed these cocks!” I yelled “Your socks are so much bigger than my husbands!” I continued, watching my husband squirm at my humiliating sentence.

Neil and Tom both laughed at my husbands discomfort, interjecting with some well chosen words of their own.

“Your wife really loves big cocks inside her cunt and ass!| Tom snarled.

“She’ll have to come round here without your knowledge just to get her fix of big cock regularly!” Neil added.

Hubby groaned the most sexual groan I’d ever heard. This was world class arousal he was experiencing, taunted by two guys as his wife fucked their cocks like the biggest slut in history.

“I want you all to spunk in my mouth!” I quivered “You too!” I panted, looking over at my sexually demented husband.

The brothers removed their cocks from my still tight holes, kneeling either side of my face, stroking their cocks furiously. Tom was the first to release his spunk, splashing thick creamy dollops of seed on my lips and cheeks.

“Take my spunk slut!” Tom snarled as I licked the tip of his exploding cock.

I managed to remove every drop of spunk from his cock, when Neil moved forward and unloaded his forceful spunk in my mouth, spurting an alarming amount of thick masculine seed. I sucked and licked his cock as though my life depended on it.

“Swallow my spunk whore!” Neil growled, holding his large cock at my open mouth.

I obediently swallowed every drop and strand of his thick alpha male spunk.

My husband raced forward at this point, holding his hand over the head of his cock and squeezing tightly, to prevent his orgasm.

I stroked his balls gently as he removed his hand from the head of his cock as the biggest deposit he has ever made spurted out of the eye of his cock, splashing my cheeks, lips and chin.

My face was coated in his thick creamy spunk as he continued stroking his cock frenziedly.

I slid my soft lips over his deflating sensitive cock and licked the head slowly and sensually. His body trembled and jerked as every nerve of his body experienced his sensational orgasm.

“Steady on son!” Neil giggled “We haven’t finished fucking the slut just yet! We’ll clean her up, re-touch her make up, take a good few photographs of your very sexy wife, showing her very sexy body, then we’ll all fuck her once more on video!”

“Lucky me!” I giggled.

“While you’re getting your breath back, have a look through the portfolios and see what this naughty girl used to get up to!” Neil said smiling “And if you’re ok with it, I’ll give you a copy of tonights recordings and some of her past performances for you to take home with you!”

“If she is to come here on her own, I’d like a copy of those recording also!” Hubby smiled.

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All I wanted to do was hang out in our backyard pool. It was a hot day, and we had no air conditioning. My sister Amy and I had been left on our own for the weekend. No parents should have meant a nice, relaxing couple of days. Of course, nothing could ever just be simple.

Amy had two of her friends over. I’d known Kelly and Danah almost as long as my sister had, and I’d spent far too much of that time with very conflicting feelings about both of them. Sometimes they were hot older girls, and I’d crush on them painfully. Sometimes they were jerks and teased me mercilessly. Often times they were some of both. It all depended on their moods, and how horny I was on the day in question.

I was old enough now that I could basically handle them at their worst. It had been a long time since they’d been able to actually physically overpower me. I was eighteen and invincible, except for my hormones and ego. Naturally, those were two facets of my existence that Amy and her friends were experts at manipulating; sometimes without even meaning to.

Today, all three girls were out lounging by our family’s backyard pool. They were sunbathing in bikinis which, to my mind, was the worst kind of cheating. All that sexy, smooth girl-flesh on display just wasn’t fair. I wanted to go out and get a closer look, but they’d know. Even if I was lucky and didn’t pop a boner, they’d still be able to tell I was checking them out. They had a sense about these things.

So my choice was either to stay inside sweating to death and not perving on hot girl in skimpy swimsuits, or risk it and go out to the pool. I knew what my eventual decision would be long before I actually convinced myself of it. Emotionally risky as it was, I had to go for it.

The key was confidence. Show no fear. They were like Reavers, they’d have to pounce on me if I showed weakness. It was a lesson I’d learned long ago. I strode out the back door in my swim shorts, carrying a towel over my shoulder. I could do this.

The girls were giggling about something as I approached. It probably had nothing to do with me. It would have been paranoid and narcissistic to assume otherwise, even though a small part of my brain thought just that. I ignored their mirth and draped my towel across the back of the only free deck chair.

Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t help stealing a few glances. Kelly and Danah’s tiny bikinis did far more to flaunt their bodies than to hide them. Their sleek, exposed figures drank in the sun, and the bits that were covered were all the more tantalizing for retaining that small aura of mystery. It was a distinct effort not to gape openly.

“Eyy, little Brian,” Kelly said.

She was the closest to me, and the first to verbally acknowledge my presence.

“Hey, Kelly.”

“What’cha up to?”

I nodded to the pool. “Just going swimming. It’s, like, stupid hot out today.”

“Yeah, I hear ya. I might take another dip soon too.”

I was mostly successful at maintaining eye contact while we talked. If Kelly noticed my gaze straying to her chest, she didn’t let on. Goddamn did she fill her top out nicely though.

Inevitably, my proximity attracted more attention. Amy and Danah had gone quiet, and they were both looking at me. Danah, for whatever reason, seemed to be scanning the length of my body.

“You need any sunscreen, Bro?” Amy asked, holding up a bottle. “You’ll burn easy today.”

“Yeah, I know,” I said. “I’m gonna swim for a bit first, though. I’ll get some later if I’m gonna stay out.”

“Let me know if you need help putting it on,” Danah chimed in.

She had the faintest of smirks on her lips. I had no idea what the intention of her offer was, but since it wasn’t overtly taunting I refused to read anything into it.

“Thanks for the offer. I’ll let you know.”

Danah winked, then turned back to Amy. There was something mildly teasing in her demeanour, but it was so light as to be inconsequential. So far so good.

I stepped toward the pool, then dove in. The water was the instant refreshment I needed. It was much cooler on my skin than the muggy air, and it washed away the gross sheen of sweat that had been accumulating.

For a while I just did some laps. They weren’t long ones, since I was limited by the length of the pool, but they were something to do. Every time I swam toward the sunbathing girls, I took the opportunity to perv on them a little. Danah had rolled onto her stomach, so I got decent angle of her tight ass, along with Kelly’s lovely breasts, and Amy’s-

I shut my eyes and swore internally as I swam away again. It sucked having a hot sister sometimes. Most of the time, really. Even worse when she was accompanied by her hot friends. It was so easy to get confused. She had a body worth perving on, that much I had to admit, but I really didn’t appreciate the mix of emotions that she made me feel.

Back and forth I swam. I narrowed my focus with a distinct effort to try and pretend my sister wasn’t one of the mostly naked girls reclining by the poolside. Sometimes I expended yet more mental energy imagining what Kelly and Danah şişli escort bayan would look like without even their flimsy suits on. Reality gave me a pretty good jumping off point, and my fertile, pervy little mind did quite an excellent job with the rest.

After a few more laps, I saw Kelly stand up and adjust her suit. I swore I caught the tiniest flash of nipple when she shifted her top slightly. She then walked to the edge of the pool and jumped in.

Somehow it was only as Kelly entered the water that I realized I had an erection. I’d been checking the girls out for long enough that it was bound to happen, it just didn’t consciously register. Perhaps it was because no one could tell as long as I was alone in the water. Once Kelly hopped in with me, there was a much greater danger of her noticing a tent in my trunks.

Kelly resurfaced and swept her hair back out of her face. Her top was now soaked, and clung tightly to her breasts. I could make out the small bumps of her nipples. Not fair.

“Woo, that’s better,” Kelly said. “I think you had the right idea, Brian.”

“Uh… yeah. Good.”

I flushed and resumed swimming. I couldn’t think of anything clever to say while her boobs were staring at me like that. She was content to float in place, with her arms resting up on the edge of the pool. She seemed to be smiling every time I turned toward her, and as far as I could tell she hadn’t taken her eyes off me. I was starting to get nervous.

Danah dove in right in front of me. She caught me by surprise, and I spluttered as the water from her splash got in my mouth. I’d been so focused on Kelly, I hadn’t been paying any attention to what else was going on around me.

Danah swam under me gracefully, surfacing behind my back. I turned to find her smiling at me with the same look in her eyes as Kelly had. Her boobs were even closer to my face, and her top clung just as skin-tightly as her friend’s.

“What’cha lookin’ at?” Danah asked.

“Nothing. You just surprised me.”

“Oh. Is that all. Because I thought…”

Danah trailed off. I knew it was a trap. I knew it. And yet I still found myself responding.

“Thought what?”

“Thought you might be checking out something in particular. Or a pair of somethings, even.”

I glanced over my shoulder. Kelly was swimming casually toward us on my opposite side. They were grinning like Cheshire cats. Fuck.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said defiantly.

“Oh really? Because-“

“Hey!”

The sudden shout startled me and I whipped my head around. Kelly and Danah were taken just as off-guard as I was, thankfully. Amy was standing by her chair with her phone in her hand.

“What do you want?” Kelly called back.

“First off, whatever you two are doing to my brother, cut it out.”

“Weren’t doing nothing,” Danah said, a little sulkily.

“Sure you weren’t. I saw the look on your face.”

“Fine, fine.”

Kelly reversed her direction back to her spot at the edge. Danah drifted just far enough away from me to be in compliance.

“Second thing,” Amy continued, “I got a text from Mom. I gotta go check on Grandma. Fuck knows what’s up. I gotta take off for a bit, anyway. Should only be an hour or two at the most.”

“That’s ok,” Danah said. “We can stay here and babysit Brian.”

“That’s exactly what I’m worried about.” Amy turned to me. “Do you want to come with me? I seriously don’t know what’s up, so it might be boring, or we might be done in five minutes.”

I was grateful for my sister trying to look out for me. It was never certain ahead of time whether she’d side with me or her friends in any given situation. At the same time, I really didn’t want to go on a thankless quest on a miserable hot day. And if I ran away now, that would only give Kelly and Danah more ammunition when I came back. Already I could see a taunting glint forming in their eyes.

“Nah, I’m fine here,” I said. “Unless you need me.”

Amy shook her head. “Like I said, no idea. I assume Mom would have said to bring you if something had to be moved or whatever.”

“Probably she would have.”

Amy pointed at each of her friends in turn. “You two, I expect my brother to still be in one piece when I get back.”

Danah adopted an innocent, hurt expression. “When have we ever-“

“Is that clear?”

“Yeah, fine. Clear.”

Danah swam away pouting. Amy ignored her. My sister dashed into the house long enough to get changed out of her bikini, then drove off with only the briefest of farewells and another glare at her friends.

“Honestly,” Danah said, “it’s like Amy thought we were going eat you as soon as she was gone.”

“I don’t think that was her worry,” I said.

“Oh? And what was her worry?”

Danah drifted closer to me again. It hadn’t taken her long at all to forget my sister’s warning.

“I really don’t know,” I said honestly. “But you two are obviously up to something.”

“You don’t really believe that, do you?” Kelly asked. “You wouldn’t have stayed here with us if you thought we were up to no escort bayan fatih good.”

“Maybe I just think I can handle it.”

“Ooh, such confidence.”

Kelly pushed off from the side of the pool, and made her way to me with long, lazy strokes. Once again I was getting boxed in between them. There was no big sister around to rescue me this time.

“Anyway, we weren’t doing anything,” Danah said.

“Is that so?” I said.

“Swear to god. It’s just… we noticed something.”

“That’s right,” Kelly said. “I thought I was just seeing things, because it doesn’t seem like the sort of thing we’d expect from a good little boy like you.”

I swallowed nervously. I wished they wouldn’t keep moving to stay on opposite sides of me. There was no way I could keep an eye on both of them.

“What the fuck are you on about?” I demanded.

“We think you’ve been checking us out,” Danah said. “Perving on us while we’re just out here relaxing and minding our own business.”

“That didn’t seem like something you’d do,” Kelly added. “But then…”

Something brushed my cock. I jerked away, then swung my arms and backed away through the water. It was Kelly. She’d actually snuck close enough to grab at my erection. That was low, even for her.

“Fuck off,” I growled.

“You like staring at us in our little swim suits, don’t you,” Danah said.

“Of course he does,” Kelly said. “Did you even see how hard he is?”

“Fine whatever. You two look hot in your bikinis, and I’m a boy. What a funny joke.”

I scrambled angrily for the edge of the pool. I knew something like this could happen. It shouldn’t have come as any surprise. Yet somehow I’d let it happen anyway. Fuck me.

“Hey, Brian, don’t be like that.”

I paused halfway out. Kelly’s voice was actually somewhat conciliatory. I risked a look back at the two girls. They actually weren’t pointing and laughing or anything, not that they’d necessarily resort to something so crude. They still looked annoyingly pleased with themselves, but they weren’t chasing me, and they weren’t tossing insults and barbs.

“What do you expect me to be like?” I asked. I slipped back into the water, but remained prepared to hop out if provoked.

“We were just picking on you,” Danah said.

“I know. I’m well aware what you were doing.”

“If you want to know the truth, Kelly was actually hoping she could-“

Kelly interrupted her. “Oh my god, shut up!” She launched herself at Danah, who dove under the water and juked away.

This was an interesting development. Part of the problem with hanging out around the two girls was that they almost always presented a united front against me. Sometimes, though…

“She kinda wanted to see what was under your shorts,” Danah finished.

Kelly splashed her viciously, but Danah just stuck her tongue out and dodged away again.

“You’re such a dick, Danah. I can’t believe you told him that.”

“Well it’s true, isn’t it? And you’re not going to get a chance if you don’t say anything.”

Kelly caught up with Danah, and the two of them wrestled briefly. Kelly had the upper hand right from the start, so it didn’t take her long to force her friend underwater and hold her there. I was a little worried that she just wasn’t going to let Danah back up, but before I could decide whether to intervene or not, she relented.

Danah burst back to the surface, spluttering and drawing large breaths for a moment. After her initial oxygen requirements were settled, she slipped right back into smug mode. Kelly folded her arms and glared her down, daring her to say anything else.

I had no idea what to make of the situation. By all appearances, Kelly had an actual interest in me, or at least my body. That was just confusing. It went against the natural order of things. Maybe it was all merely idle curiosity after having noticed my hard-on. Maybe it was something else.

“So how about it?” Danah asked.

“How about what?”

“Take your shorts off for us.”

I rolled my eyes. “Get real.”

“I’m serious. We wanna see.”

Danah started swimming for me. Kelly seemed uncertain, but only hesitated a moment before following. I started to pull myself out of the water, but wasn’t quite fast enough. Hands latched onto my shorts and, unbalanced as I was, pulled me back in. The girls teamed up on me, one at each end. Before I knew it, they had my trunks off.

“Hey! Give them back!”

I lunged for Danah, but she was already darting away from me, holding my shorts like a prize. She was leering in the general direction of my waist, below the water line. Kelly was biting her lip and looking at much the same area. I felt angry, helpless, and increasingly embarrassed. Even with the distortion the water provided, the girls could see far more than I was comfortable with.

“It’s not funny anymore, Danah,” I said.

She tilted her head. “I beg to differ. I’m having a good time. How about you, Kelly?”

Surprising both of us, Kelly didn’t immediately agree with Danah. I appreciated that, for what little it was worth, merter escort bayan but the way she kept staring at me was disconcerting.

“You really grew up, huh Brian?” Kelly said.

I flushed. “What the hell does that mean?”

“It’s a compliment,” Danah said. “You’re a little slow sometimes.”

Danah balled up my shorts and tossed them a fair distance from the pool. I gave her a disgusted look, not that it did any good.

“You two are even sicker than usual,” I said. “The tormenting I expected, but not like this. These are some fucked up mind games you’re playing.”

“Brian-” Kelly started.

“No. Don’t even. You want a look, I guess you get it. Congrats.”

I pulled myself out of the pool, trying desperately not to think about the two girls visually molesting me from behind. It sucked that I was still hard, and that they’d probably get a good chuckle out of my cock bouncing as I walked. At least they weren’t getting a full frontal view. That was something.

There were no laughs or jeers though. Somehow that was even more unnerving. I risked a glance back as I retrieved my soggy swim trunks. Both Danah and Kelly were facing me with their arms up on the side of the pool, and all they were doing was watching. Not a single snide comment between them. I turned fully toward them, but held my shorts in front of my cock.

“Happy now?” I asked.

“Kinda, yeah,” Danah said. “You’ve got a very cute butt.”

“She’s right, you know,” Kelly added.

There was an aura of sincerity about them. I didn’t know quite what to make of it. They continued to act like they weren’t simply trying to make me miserable, so maybe they really weren’t.

“Thanks,” I said. I waited to see if my acknowledgement would crack their facade.

“Can we see the rest?” Kelly asked.

Danah burst out laughing. I was about to tell her to go to hell, when I realized she was laughing at Kelly rather than me. Kelly pushed her off the edge and into the water for a second before she resurfaced and sputtered out a few more chuckles.

“I don’t think so,” I said.

I started side-stepping away to put some distance between me and the girls. I had no idea what the most dignified way to reclothe myself was, though perhaps it was too late to worry about such things.

“Danah’ll take her top off,” Kelly said.

That stopped me. It stopped Danah too. We both looked to Kelly for further explanation.

“You want to let Brian perv on my tits?” Danah asked incredulously.

“Yeah. You have a problem with that?”

Danah thought it over. “Nah, not really. That’s all he’s been doing since he came outside anyway.”

“Plus you need to make up for being a dick,” Kelly added.

Danah rolled her eyes. “Fine. That too. But Brian’s got to lose the shorts already.”

Kelly nodded. “How about it, Brian?”

The offer was embarrassingly enticing. The girls had seen most of me already anyway. I didn’t really want to let them ogle me further, not when I was still on the fence about their motives, but more and more I was warming up to the idea that the things they said were genuine enough. And, most importantly, tits were on offer. Sister’s-hot-friend tits.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Sure I am,” Danah said. “You’re gonna stare whether my top’s on or off.”

“Plus she’s a total show off,” Kelly added.

Danah snorted. “You’re wearing a bikini too. Don’t act like you’re Miss Modest all of a sudden.”

Kelly flushed and pretended to ignore Danah. Her gaze stayed mainly on me, sometimes on my eyes, mostly on various parts of my naked body. It had dawned on me at some point that she was actually properly checking me out. She wasn’t just waiting for a full cock-shot or looking for something to critique; she was actually interested in what she saw. It wasn’t something I experienced often, and certainly wasn’t what I’d ever expected from any of my sister’s friends. Possibly the rush of self-esteem she inadvertently bestowed on me had something to do with my eventual decision.

“You first,” I told Danah.

Danah grinned and hopped out of the pool. Water cascaded down her body at first, then gradually slowed to a trickle. Her suit clung to her in the way only flimsy, wet clothing could. If anything, her nipples were even more prominent through her top than Kelly’s. Lower down, I could actually make out a faint cleft in her bottoms right where her pussy would be. She had yet to actually take her bra-piece off, and already I was as hard as I’d ever been.

“You sure you can handle these babies?” Danah asked with a smirk.

“I’ll manage,” I said.

“Ok. Just didn’t want you to mess yourself. That could be embarrassing.”

“Get on with it already,” Kelly said.

She, too, emerged from the pool in a rush of water. Two hot girls in revealing, clingy outfits right in front of me, and there I was trying to cover my obvious arousal. Judging by their expressions, I wasn’t having much success at all.

Danah showed no sense of shame or hesitation. She pulled her wet hair back off her shoulders, then smoothly untied her bra strings. She gave only a brief, artful tease before peeling her soggy top off and away from her breasts. I gaped at her freshly revealed tits, and even Kelly gave them a good once over. Danah stood proudly and let us drink the sight in. She had a body worth showing off and she damn well knew it.

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Looking straight into a camera and talking to upwards of 100,000 people on live TV would be a nightmare scenario for most people. Doing it with a producer yelling in one ear, having to keep one eye on a clock, another on a product counter and a third on a guest or the product itself was a talent only a rare few could ever fathom. For 41 year old Cathy Northfield, the organized chaos of being on television had become a labor of love for the past 12 years. One with a lot of hard work, passion and dedication she’d become quite proficient at.

One of the better known and successful hosts on the Shop Anytime home shopping channel, Cathy had met many more celebrities, attended a lot more swanky parties and garnered much more name recognition than she could have ever imagined growing up on a small farm in Northern Iowa.

Located in Orlando, it and been quite a bold move to leave her job as a weekend news anchor for a station back home for a chance to host overnights at Shop Anytime. The weather had certainly been a plus, and the fact she could tell her then very young sons they could literally live across town from Epcot and Universal made the move a rather easy sell even though for Cathy she didn’t quite know what she was getting herself into.

Thankfully with her Husband’s background in construction management, he took quite nicely to the booming region at the time which made Cathy’s transition that much easier. After impressing her bosses with her late night stints for a year or so, gradually she found herself with more daytime and evening slots until Cathy eventually found herself one of the 4 or 5 most popular hosts on the network’s roster.

Her only real brush with fame before then being the time she was the third runner up in the Miss Iowa pageant back in 1987, Cathy was flabbergasted at the amount of famous people she came into contact through her job. It certainly helped at home when she was able to get an autograph for her kids from an athlete that might have been on air selling some memorabilia, or be able to send her Mom and Dad back home a picture of her with the various celebrities who hawked their wares with her.

Never in her wildest dreams did Cathy think her life would have turned out like this when she was driving the tractor on the family farm as a teenaged girl.

That’s not to say that all was peaches and cream in the Northfield’s household. Cathy’s 19 year old Son was home from college on academic suspension with a pot charge hanging over his head. Her 16 year old Son also had a court date set for a minor shop lifting and vandalism charge. On top of that, Cathy’s Husband, Stan had just admitted to her that he’d had another affair, the second since they got married 21 years earlier.

Thankfully for the family, Stan Northfield didn’t have a habit of shitting where he ate. To the best of Cathy’s knowledge, if she could believe the bastard, the two times he’d strayed Stan had done it well away from home on business trips, away from the gawking eyes of all the people they knew around the Central Florida area. His strong Catholic faith combined with the inevitable guilt had been what had driven him to admit his indiscretion to Cathy, even if she’d probably never found out on her own.

That same strong faith, along with the questions she would have to face over ‘why’ was just too much for Cathy to think about, thus divorcing him wasn’t a real option. Instead, it was their dirty little secret and somehow they’d soldier on pretending to be the perfect upper middle class couple.

That’s not to say there wasn’t a significant amount of bitterness and unresolved feelings brewing inside Cathy. Like anyone with a good base of self esteem and plenty of access to self help books, Cathy did her best to channel all the angst from her marital disillusionment to doing what she could to get her kids back on the straight and narrow along with immersing herself into becoming the best TV host she could be.

If nothing else, Stan’s infidelity had put a damper on the couple’s sex life. After the first admission several years earlier, Cathy made it a point to make sure Stan wore a condom each time they made love. She wasn’t of any mind to have another child, not to mention worried what she might contract if Stan had caught something from his hourly rate mistress. As time went on, the sex had dried up completely and in the back of her mind Cathy knew that was probably what had driven him to having the second affair.

Not to say the lack of sex was easy on her either. A beautiful woman in her sexual prime roaming the streets of Florida, Cathy knew it wouldn’t take two seconds to find a line of quality men that would have been glad to give her what she wasn’t getting at home. Between her high profile job and reputation in the community, her faith and the nagging weight of her marital vows, Cathy just couldn’t bring herself to pull the trigger. She simply just internalized all that building energy.

She mecidiyeköy escort bayan just didn’t know how close it was to exploding.

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The first crack in Cathy Northfield’s moral reservoir came one afternoon when she returned home from running some errands. Her oldest Son, Steven, had a few of his longtime friends over to the house. The first thing Cathy noticed as she wheeled into the driveway however was Steven pacing back and forth with his cell phone pressed against his ear, oblivious to the fact that his Mom was parking right beside him.

“Don’t guess he’ll be too much help carrying in the groceries,” Cathy thought to herself, assuming from Steven’s tone he was having it out once again with his on again/off again girlfriend.

Lugging a big bag of food with her right arm, Cathy closed the door to her car and headed for the sliding glass door of the kitchen that Steven had neglected to close. Once inside, she could hear the muffled voices of Steven’s friends in the living room adjacent to the kitchen, but didnt give any thought to going in and interrupting them. Part of her was glad in fact that they were over. They’d known Steven for quite a few years and Cathy knew they were good boys from good families. She’d come to the conclusion that Steven had simply fallen in with the wrong crowd during his Freshman year at school and was hopeful maybe spending some time back home around some good influences might help him regain his bearings.

Peeking back out the kitchen window, Cathy could see Steven was still in heated discussion as he stomped and sighed in the driveway. Shaking her head, Cathy turned to start putting the groceries away.

If the sun hadn’t been shining just right through the house, Cathy would have never seen what she accidentally saw next. There was a reflection on one of the pictures hanging in the hallway connecting the living room to the kitchen and Cathy happened to look in that direction as she reached to open a cabinet. Even though the image was distorted, she could see two of Steven’s friends standing in the living room, right in front of a shelf with several family pictures. Her blood pounding in her ears as she proceeded to watch, the unmistakable truth of what she saw caused her hand to slip from the cabinet’s handle as a sick tremor swept through her stomach.

One of the boys was looking directly at a large photograph of her and had reached down and playfully squeezed his crotch while the other boy stood beside him nodding. With the TV on there was no way to hear what they were saying, but the visual would play over and over in Cathy’s head for days to come as she tried to make some sense of such a crude gesture.

Cathy’s hypnotic haze was shattered when Steven stormed back in from outside, took about a half second to acknowledge her then disappeared into the living room to rejoin his friends, completely unaware that a few seconds earlier they’d been ogling a picture of his Mom.

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Modest to a fault, even though she knew she was somewhat desirable for her age, Cathy generally preferred to put those thoughts way out of her mind. She’s worked hard over the years to cultivate an image of poise, professionalism and competence on air and off, and with the help of good genes and a little nip and tuck the network had paid for, deep down Cathy knew the men she encountered usually perked up when she walked into a room, both for her brains and her beauty.

With the proliferation of the internet, Cathy along with all the other female hosts, had also come to know many men out in the world were paying attention as well, even if they never had any intention of buying a single thing the network was selling. Thankfully the hosts had interns and lower level employees who filtered through the obscene and questionable emails, leaving only the ones from serious fans for Cathy to read and respond to. She’d been tempted to venture out into cyber-space on her own several times just to see what popped up if she Googled her name, but decided some things were better left unseen.

All that changed when she caught the glimpse of two of her Son’s longtime friends leering at that picture of her. If they’d felt comfortable enough to do that in her own home, what type of stuff had they done in the privacy of their’s. It was a perspective shifting image Cathy would find hard shaking over the following weeks.

The same way you can’t help but think about a pink elephant when someone tells you not to, the harder Cathy Northfield tried putting the image of all those young men leering at her when she was on TV out of her mind, the more she wore herself out thinking about it.

It didn’t seem to bother Cathy quite as much when she had a guest on set with her, or was busy doing a cooking show where she constantly kept herself on task. Where it really seemed to bother her were the lazy jewelry shows where she escort bayan taksim sat in the same chair for an hour or two with nothing but the camera, the product and her own calm and well rehearsed delivery. Every so often when she’d stare straight into the camera, Cathy found herself suddenly inundated with the acid-stained image of men staring back at her from their living room, dorm room and a variety of other places, each in a various stage of undress and arousal as they leered back at her through the television.

The studios were generally rather chilly and each time that particular image would sprout inside Cathy’s head, she couldn’t help but feel a strange warmth course through her body until she was finally able to focus on something else.

In her heart of hearts, she knew 99.99% of the people watching were shop-o-holics ladies fighting the urge to order their 500th piece of costume jewlery, but Cathy couldn’t deny the seat below her started getting a little slick each time she contemplated why the other .01% were watching.

Such a professional at what she did, hardly anyone watching would have had a clue anything unusual was swirling inside Cathy while she was on air, but by the end of most shifts when she would retire back to her private cubicle of unwind, she did so with soaked panties.

For her own sanity, Cathy blamed her Husband’s infidelity for her burgeoning sexual appetite. If they’d been having sex with each other like a normal couple should, she’d have the outlet any normal and healthy person needs. Sadly, that hadn’t been the case in well over a year. Add in the innate psychological desire for revenge, and to prove her own worth, and just like that you had a very complex brew of emotions and want fermenting deep inside Cathy.

After what she’d seen them do, Cathy did her best to avoid her Son’s friends when they were over. All were of age by then, but it was just too creepy thinking about any of them in those terms. With her reputation and modest celebrity around town, pulling off any sort of normal affair was out of the question as well, even if her conscious would allow such a thing. Cathy had put herself in quite a box, and the pressure just continued to build.

The next tipping point came during an on-air presentation for some new exercise equipment the network was selling.

Cathy had done dozens and dozens of shows just like that over the years. It was one of the cooler perks of the job getting to try out all the new machines to prep for the presentations, providing her with a wonderful way to stay in shape without ever having to join a gym. She also took a great deal of pride being in good enough shape at 41 to work out on those treadmills, stairclimbers and ellipticals while still having the breath to go through all the specs for the products on live television.

The toughest part about the exercise shows was often stifling all her laughter when she was working on air with workout gurus like Richard Simmons or Tony Little. For this day however it was just Cathy, and two of the regular exercise models, one young man and one young woman and all they were basically doing was highlighting some older equipment at clearance price to get it out of the warehouse.

As stated earlier, the studios were rather chilly which was a huge blessing for Cathy during the workout shows when she might be on the move for an hour straight. As usual Cathy had become so engrossed in her presentation, the first half hour flew by. The interaction between her, the camera, the product and the models was going along swimmingly, and she probably wouldn’t have given anything other than her task at hand a second thought if she hadn’t looked down.

“My nipples are hard as rocks,” Cathy cringed to herself, her voice temporarily breaking in mid-sentence as she showed off the fancy display of the treadmill she was presenting for the whole world to see.

It wasn’t the first time something like that had happened considering how cold they kept the sound stage at times, but this was the only time Cathy could recall she had been wearing one of those form fitting lycra exercise tops. Usually one of the producers was keen enough to see what was going on and made a point not to zoom in for any embarrassing close-ups until the ‘headlights’ were off. Without any way of knowing just how long her nipples had been like that however, Cathy felt a rush of anxiety sweep through her as she tried to soldier on. Taking special care to keep her chest away from the camera until the two prominent protrusions disappeared, Cathy spent the remainder of the hour trying to keep the presentation on track.

For whatever reason, that proved to be more difficult than normal.

Feeling totally discombobulated, Cathy found herself watching the clock out of the corner of her eye, desperate to get the hour over with. She realized from experience after studying hour after hour of videotape to make herself better, escort bayan beşiktaş often times when she felt she was bumbling her way through a presentation that it wasn’t always as bad as she thought. Then there were times she thought she did great only to discover flaw after flaw on tape.

This time she didn’t have her producer squawking any more than normal in her ear and once she looked down and saw that her nipples had retreated to a much more presentable state, Cathy felt comfortable and confident enough to hop up on the last treadmill for sale and finish the show with an energetic rush.

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Slipping into her office with a diet soda in one hand and her post-show notes in the other, it was times like these Cathy patted herself on the back for being with the company long enough to have earned her own private, albeit modest, office. The space was cramped but it served as a wonderful place to decompress after a long shift on-air.

Just like most nights Cathy allowed the adrenaline rush to work its way out, but there was still a nagging feeling hanging over her about how the last half hour of her evening presentation went. She’d equipped the room with a small TV and a DVR so she could go back and re-watch her shows for whatever reason and against her better judgment that evening, Cathy did just that. What she saw first heartened her, but the longer she watched suddenly she became more and more confused.

Fast forwarding through the early parts of the show, Cathy slowed it down and started watching around the time she’s noticed her nipples were showing. A wave of relief washed through her when she didn’t see a hint of her nips showing on TV. Between the distance of the camera, the lighting and the dark material of her workout top, Cathy was relieved to see her headlights weren’t beaming out for the whole world to see.

Her curiosity satisfied, Cathy leaned forward in her seat and prepared to switch the DVR off. Before she could however, something on the screen caused her settle awkwardly backwards. The male model who was working during the presentation was staring directly at her chest as he worked out on the equipment. She’d been so absorbed in trying to muddle her way through the demonstration, Cathy hadn’t noticed the young man stealing several extended peeks as he jogged on the treadmill.

Racking her brain trying to remember the guy’s name, Cathy thought she recalled reading a few weeks back in the company’s internal newsletter he was a Kinesiology major at one of the local universities, who also did some part time modeling.

“Kevin maybe..or Kyle?” she muttered under her breath, her insides stewing at the brazen way his eyes every so often seemed to lock on her raised nipples.

If that wasn’t bad enough, something else quickly jumped off the screen.

Not only did it seem the male model was scoping out her chest but Cathy was sure the female model helping out with the presentation had caught a peek as well from her perch on the other treadmill. Cathy could see a sheepish smile crack across the young blonde’s face when her eyes went to the same place her male cohort’s were. Seeing herself on screen tucked between the two, all Cathy could see was shake her head and cringe as she watched the way she went on with the presentation, totally oblivious to the private show she was giving the two models almost half her age.

“At least the girl could sympathize with my situation,” Cathy re-assuredly thought to herself.

When the camera panned out briefly, what Cathy saw next made it feel like icicles were piercing into her spine. It looked just like the male and female model stole a subtle, cat quick snicker to one another, as if affirming what the other had saw.

“Oh..My..God,” Cathy gasped, cursing under her breath when the camera shot changed before she was 100% sure of what she saw.

“I just need to go down and take a shower and wash this night off of me,” Cathy said to herself, still in her sweaty workout attire.

Swiveling side to side in her cushy office chair, Cathy tried settling herself before she stood up as the blood pounded in her head. The closest thing she could compare to the feeling she currently had was when she was doing cocaine about seven years earlier. Her and her Husband, once they’d established themselves in Central Florida through business dealings and another connections found they had become part of the local jet set. For a small town farm girl with very modest sensibilities, the blow certainly helped Cathy loosen up and be more social, not to mention it really helped keep her weight down as she crept closer to middle age.

It took one of the people in their circle of friends to get arrested on possession charges to wake Cathy and her Husband up to the chances they might wind up in the same boat and lose everything they had worked so hard for. It had been that long however since Cathy felt such a glorious and maniacal rush in her head and chest as she contemplated her next move. Grabbing her towel and bag of toiletries, Cathy finally flipped off the TV and headed down to the employee gym where they had separate men’s and women’s locker rooms, hoping a long and hot shower would settle her nerves.

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