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Ben Münih sehrinde ailece kaliyorum,benim cok güzel bir yengem var,hep hayel ediyorum .bir gün yengemlere gitim ve agabeyim ise gitmis o yanliz evdeydi. yengem isden yeni gelmis yorgun du ve hemen yatagina gitti uyuyor du geceligini cikarmis südyen ve tangasiyla yatiyordu

(sözde) ben oturup televsiyon izliyordum bir ara tuvalete kalktigin da onu beylikdüzü escort görmüstüm ve güzeligile sasirti beni sikim kalkmis di tualet den ciktigin da iyce baktim ve o farkina varmisti sanirim yatagina yatti ama kapiyi tam kapatmamis biraz yani 20 -30cm acik birakmis idi ben de tuvalet numarasiyla onu görmek icin sakarya escort gittim yatak da üstü acik ve aradan bakiyordu ciktigim da durdum ve ona baktim beni cagirdi ve bana dediki niye bakiyorsun ben de nekadar güzelsin dedim güldü ve beni yanina

cagirdi.abim duyarsa ikimizide vurur dedim ama duymaz dedi ve pantolunumu konya escort cikardi ve nekadar büyük oldugunu söyledi (20-22cm)basladi agzina almaya ve

güzelcemen yaladi,ben de onun amini yaladim daha yeni tiras etmis kaymak .

gibi onu yataga domaltim ami tam ortaya cikmistiiki parmaklariyla ayiriyordu

icine yavas soktum sicacik ami var di sevkden bagiriyordu abin böyle iyi sikemiyor dedi ,ona arkadan teklif etim tamam dedi götüne soka soka agzina bosalarak yutu haf.2-3 kere gidiyorum.mükemel bir kadin yengem . bana yazin bekliyorum bayan veya evli ciftlerGönderen: TARIK

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Bursalı muhteşem ile nette tanışmıştık aradan 3-4 ay geçtikten sonra bana aşık olduğunu amam buna inanamadığını söylüyordu ve sonunda ne olur buluşalım dedi ben ne kadar sırar ettimsede anlatamadım ve yalovada buluştuk inanamadım muhteşem bir kadındı vücudu bir harikaydı
ve bu buluşmalar her hafta devam etmeye başladı ve son buluşmamızda bana öyle bir sarıldıki içim eridi dudaklarıma yapıştı bende duramadım ve başladım okşamaya hem öpüyor hem yalıyordum
o akşamı orada geçirmeye karar verdik ve bir otelin yolunu tuttuk akşama kadar gezdik düzce escort boş bulduğumuz yerde birbirimize sarılıyor ve öpüşüyorduk
akşam otele döndük ve odamıza çıktığımızda bir anda birbirimize kenetlendik obeni bende onu soymya başladım vücudu bir harikaydı südyenini çıkardığımda inanamadım hiç çosuk doğurmuş birine benzemiyordu bu arada eşinden ayrılalı 4 sene olmuştu
ve başladık birbirimizi öpmeye koklamaya ayaklarından başladım çıldırıyordu göğüslerini bitiremedim yalamakla
ve o muhteşem deliğe geldiğimde artık edirne escort son reddeye gelmişti ve boşalmaya başladı bende yalamaya devam ediyordum 4 senelik erkeksizlik artık çıldırtmıştı onu ve ne our sok diye yalvarıyordu amı sanki 16-17 yaşındaki bir kızın amı giydi bende amının etrafında dolandıkça dolanıyordum yeniden boşalmaya başladığı anda ben kökledim dibini bulmuştum ama o kendini kaybetmişti çünkü parçalamıştım amcığını ve git gellere başladığımda iniltileri çoğalmıştı her sokuşumda ohluyordu ve sonunda içine fışkırmaya elazığ escort başladım ve hemen ağzın alarak yeniden ayaklandırdı benimkini ve ben yeniden içine dldın bu arada arka incisi daha delinmemişti bana nasip olacakmı derken ben amına sıkarken yavaş yavaş aradabir götüne sokar gibi yapıp çekiyordum oda iyice gaza galmiş ne olur orayıda doldur diye yalvarıyordu ve ben içine yavaş yavaş girmeye başladım çok dardı ve sonunda kalçaları ile ayalarım birleşti ve hızlandım ve sonunda arka deliğinide doldurdum sabaha kadar o beni boşalttı ben onu boşalttım sbah kalkıp banyodan sonra kahvaltıyaptık sonra odamıza geldik ve ayrılma zamnı gelmişti son defa dedi ve dudaklarıma yapıştı ve birdaha yaptıktan sonra ayrıldık aradan uzun zaman geçmesiine rağmen bir haber alamadım duydumki evlenmiş bende bir daha aramadım

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adım sel,n size kızlığımın nasıl bozulduğunu bu hikayemde anlatacağım Selin size başımdan geçen gerçek bir olayı anlatmak istiyorum.yaklaşık olarak 2 yıl önce idi .ben ozaman lar yeni evlenmiştim kocamla her gece sabaha kadar seks yapıyorduk.kocam işi dolayısıyla yurt dışına gitmesi gerekiyordu yurt dışında yaklaşık olarak 3 ay kalacaktı.bende taze gelin evde tek kalmayayım diye kardeşim anıl ozamanlar 18 yaşında karabük escort bende kalmasını söyledeim oda kabul etti.kardeşim anıl gündüz okula gider bende tek kalır amcıgıma patlıcan sokardım.ben 170 boylarında beyaz tenli kızıl saçlı mavi gözle seksi bir kadınım en bu haldeyken kardeşmi söylemeye gerek yok oda yakışıklı bir genç.bir akşam saat 11 ıraları anıl uyumuş bende bilgisayardan karabük escort bayan pornoya bakıyordum.ve soyunmaya başladım üzerimde sadece tangam ve süt yenim vardı.tüysüz amcıgımı ellerimle sıvazlar ken bir an kapının aralandıgını hissettim baktım ki anıl beni seyrediyor ve20 cm o muhteşem siki elinde ben bozuntuluga vermedim anıl beni izleyim 31 çekiyordu.daha sonra escort karabük kapıyı açtım ve içeri girmesini söyledim anıl içeri girdi başladı amcıgımı yalamay o kdar muhteşem yalıyorduki anlatamam ben anıl ın agzına boşaldım sonra sikini agzıma ladım ve yaladım o da benim agzıma boşaldı daha sonra ikmimzde çırıl çıplak olduk yataga girdik deliler gibi sevişiyorduk anılın taşşaklarına kocamın geciktiricisini sürdüm artık 20 dk boyunca boşalamazdı başladı ben sikmeye anıl okadar feci sikiyorduki siki bana her girdiginde ahhhhhh ahhhhh diya bagırıyordum sonra amına boşaldı daha sonrada götten sikti göt deligim fena halde acyordu. ogün sabaha kadar sikiştik .3 yıldan beri düzenli olaraher hafta sikişiyoruz

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Geçen yaz kız arkadaşımla taksim`de bir barda buluşmak için sözleşmiştik. kendime bir viski söylemiş ve beklemeye koyulmuştum. 10 dakika sonra telefonum çaldı. arayan kız arkadaşımdı ve çok önemli bir işi çıktığı için gelemeyeceğini söylüyordu. çok sinirlenmiştim, içkimi bir dikişte bitirdim ve hesabı ödemek için ayağa kalktım. o anda birinin sırtıma dokunduğunu fark ettim. arkamı döndüğümde 35 yaşlarında, alımlı ama güzel sayılmayacak bir kadın olduğunu gördüm. “ne oldu yakışıklı sinirli bir halin var” dedi. ben de “evet çok sinirliyim ama bundan size ne” dedim. “anlaşılan beklediğin kız gelmeyecek, istersen bana eşlik edebilirsin” dedi. aslında kız arkadaşımı seviyordum ve onu aldatmak aklımdan bile geçmemişti ama kızgınlığımın bir şekilde geçmesi gerekiyordu. “tabi ki neden olmasın” dedim. adı ayten`di. üzerinde siyah bir body ve altında da kot pantolon vardı. çok fazla olmasa da yaptığı makyaj rahatça belli oluyordu. ilerleyen vakitlerde sohbetimiz iyice koyulaşmış, birbirimizin özel hayatlarını dahi sorar olmuştuk. eşinden yeni ayrıldığını ve canı sıkıldığında bara gelip bir kadeh içki içmenin onu rahatlattığını söyledi. anlaşılan bu kadın aranıyordu ve bu geceki talihli de ben olmuştum. saat 12`ye yaklaştığında “artık kalkalım mı?” dedim. “tamam olur, evimde devam ederiz” deyince artık kesin olarak anlamıştım ne kadar azmış olduğunu.arabasının son model bir bmw olduğunu görünce evinin ne kadar güzel olabileceğini tahmin etmiştim. levent`de dublex bir evi vardı. mükemmel bir zevkle döşenmişti. içeri girdik ve içkilerimize devam ettik. saat iyice ilerlemişti ve ben sabırsızlanmaya başlamıştım. yanında sokulup elimi kot pantolonunun üzerine koydum. gözlerimin içine bakıp “bu kadar acele etme, zevkini çıkartmak istiyorum” dedi. ben zonguldak escort de herşeyi onun kontorlüne bıraktım. birden içeri gitti ve birkaç dakika sonra geldi. üzerinde kısa bir gecelik ve geceliğin altında ise siyah iç çamaşırı, dizlerinin üzerine kadar uzanan dantelli çorapları ile siyah sütyeni vardı. onları neden giydiğini anlayamamıştım aslında ama bu manzara çok hoşuma gitmişti. külotlu çorap bir insana ancak bu kadar yakışabilirdi. kot pantolonunun altından bacaklarının güzelliği belli olmadığı için yeni keşfetmiştim o muhteşem sütunları. yanına gittim ve onu kucağıma alıp yatak odasının nerede olduğunu sordum. yatak odası kocamandı ve mükemmel döşenmişti. ortada kocaman bir yatak, etrafında devasa aynalar,zarif renkler ve bir de o büyüleyici koku… insan orada günlerce durmadan sevişebilirdi. Onu hafifçe yatağa bırakıp ayak ucuna oturdum. parmaklarıdan başlayarak ayak ve bacaklarının her zerresine dokunuyor, okşuyor, bir yandan da ayten`in yüz ifadesini seyrediyordum. çoraplarını çıkarmaya niyetim yoktu çünkü bu benim de hoşuma gitmişti. karşımda herşeyiyle tam bir dişi vardı ve benim olmayı bekliyordu. hele o göğüsleri.. aşırı büyük değillerdi ama hayatımda bu kadar biçimli göğüs görmemiştim. yaşının ilerlemiş olmasına rağmen dimdik duruyorlardı. sütyeninin üzerinden onları koklamaya ve kenarlarını yalamaya başladım. altımda delirmek üzereydi sanki.. ama sütyeni beni engellediği için çıkartma gereği duydum. sonra göğüslerini hafifçe yoğurmaya başladım. bu ne güzel duyguydu böyle.. sonra birden dudaklarım dudaklarına değdi.. bir vantuz gibi emiyordu beni ve nefesim kesiliyordu. sanırım 15 dakika kadar hiç durmadan öpüştük. sonra sıranın kendisinde olduğunu söyledi ve beni yavaşça ve okşarcasına soydu. zonguldak escort bayan üzerimde hiçbirşey kalmamıştı ve aletim çoktan dimdik olmuştu. ben ayaktaydım ve o da yatağın kenarına oturdu ve aletimi ağzına aldı. sanki sımsıkı bir am gibi gidip geliyordum ağzında. arada bir attığı ısırıklar ise sanki sikimi iyice sertleştiriyordu. artık dayanamayacağımı anladım ve ağzından çıkıp yüzünün her yerine fışkırtmaya başladım. ama bir damla spermimi bile kaçırmaya niyeti yoktu. yakalayamadıklarını eliyle ağzına götürüyordu.ama durmak bilmiyordu. ağzındakileri yuttuktan sonra vücudumu yalamaya başladı. sanki “ben senden daha iyi yalıyorum” dercesine hiçbir detayı kaçırmadan dilini ustalıkla kullanıyordu. sonra tekrar dudaklarımız birbirini buldu ve uzun ve ateşli bir öpüşme faslından sonra sıra tekrar bana geçmişti.. ensesinden başlayarak tekrar o mükemmel vücudunu yalamaya ve öpmeye başladım. yavaş yavaş aşağıya iniyordum. külotuna geldiğimde ise kokusunu hissedebiliyordum. elimle külotunun üzerinden hafifçe bastırmaya başladım. ve galiba o zamana kadar birkaç kez boşalmıştı. çünkü ıslaklığı hissetmemek imkansızdı. artık içerideki hazineyi iyice merak eder olmuştum. ben iç çamaşırını yavaşça çıkarırken o altımda kıvranıyordu sanki. tek çıkardığı ses isterik fısıltılardı.. şeftalisini sanki benim için traş etmişti. o kadar güzel ve tatlı bir görüntüsü vardı ki onu sabaha kadar yalayabilirdim. kıvrımlarını teker teker yalarken ıslaklığını da dilimle hissetmeye çalışıyordum. arka deliğine kadar heryerini sırılsıklam yaptım. artık kıvama geldiğini düşünüyordum. aletim de çoktan eski halini almıştı. ayten de artık yalvarmaya başlamıştı hadi sok diye. kafasını amının dudaklarına sürtmeye başladım ve yavaşça yerimi escort zonguldak aldım. bu yaşta bir kadının bu kadar dar bir amı olduğuna inanmazdım herhalde. sikimi kavrıyor ve bırakmak istemiyordu sanki. kız arkadaşımınki bile bu kadar dar değildi. öyle güzel bir tempo tutturmuştuk ki ikimiz de zevkten dört köşeydik. az önce boşaldığım için ikinci postaya biraz daha zamanın vardı. dört ayak pozisyonunda devam edelim mi dedim. hemen kabul etti. o pozisyonu istiyordum çünkü oradan manzara daha güzel olacaktı. parmaklarım götünün kapılarını zorlarken aletim de en diplere doğru yol alıyordu. artık götü de açılmaya başlamıştı. sikimi çıkarıp arkasına dayadım. yüzüme masumca baktı. sanki istemiyor gibi bir hali vardı ama artık ok yaydan çıkmıştı. götüne yavaş yavaş girerken dişlerini sıkıyor ama karşı gelmiyordu. altımdaki bu seks makinasını bütün deliklerinden sikiyordum işte. alttan da amını karıştırmayı ihmal etmiyor, parmaklarımı vıcık vıcık olmuş amında gezdiriyordum. ikimiz de sona doğru yaklaşmıştık. birkaç girip çıkmdan sonra götünün en dibine doğru fışkırtmaya başladım. o da aynı anda kasılıyordu. herhalde beni beklemişti boşalmak için. artık gücümüz tükenmişti ve götünden çıkmadan öylece arkasından göğüslerine sarılıp üzerine yığıldım.sabah beni uyandırdığında kahvaltından sonra bir sürprizi olduğunu söyledi. sabırsızlıkla bekliyordum. beni çekerek banyoya götürdü ve jakuziyi bir köpük banyosuna çevirdiğini gösterdi. çırılçıplak kalması çok üzün sürmemişti. beni de tamamen soydu ve suya girdik. aletimi eline alıp okşamaya başladı ve dimdik yapana kadar oyunlar oynadı sanki. sonra suyun içinde domalıp hadi bu sefer ilk önce arkadan dedi. zaten köpüklerden kayganlaşmış olan sikimi birden geçirdim götüne. suyun içinde çok güzel bir melodi tutturmuştuk. ben ona vurdukça o da kafasını geriye atıyordu. götünden çıkıp arada bir amına girmeyi ihmal de etmiyordum. böyle birkaç posta yaptıktan sonra artık iyice yorulmuştum. sonra beni birgüzel temizledi ve öğle yemeğini yemek için dışarı çıktık. oradan sonra da bir dahaki sefer için sözleşip ayrıldık

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Jake and Debbie were great friends. You could say they were best friends, except Debbie and Jake had lots of friends in common that could make the same claim. They all hung out together, ever since freshman year when they’d all met during orientation. They shared the same taste in everything; music, food, humor, smokeables, to name but a few, and they continued to hang out even after a lack of on campus housing after sophomore year turned them out into the surrounding neighborhoods. They sought out and thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company constantly, religiously.

Now, as you can imagine, there were some minor complications that existed among this tight little group. While Jake and Debbie were great friends and probably did have more in common with each other than any other two people in this group, Debbie was dating Steve, and Steve loved Debbie, and it was one of those relationships that really worked in that weird sort of way. Nevertheless, Jake fought hourly with his desire to fuck the living shit out of Debbie.

Deborah Land had the kind of beauty that takes men’s breath away. When she smiled at them, they became putty in her hands. While she definitely knew how to use her feminine charms, she certainly didn’t abuse them. Debbie was a nice person, if a little mischievous, but there wasn’t a malicious cell in her body. She was every man’s dream. She was great with little children or old people. She was intelligent, witty, and oh so sexy. Her behavior at times bordered on down right sluttish, but she never crossed that line. She’d flirt and tease the hell out of anyone, but she’d always demure with a, “What sort of a girl do you think I am?” sort of response if anyone she’d been toying with happened to make advances.

As for her body, it was as I said, breathtaking. She had wonderfully upturned C-cup breasts that only needed a bra if there was a need to keep them from dancing around under a shirt. They certainly didn’t need assistance sitting up high and perky on her chest. She stood about 5’6″ on shapely, athletic legs that supported a butt that some may argue was way too big for her frame. Nevertheless, Debbie Land was hot! She was an art history major at the small liberal arts college they attended on the east coast, and she was getting ready to graduate in less than a week.

Jake Davidson was a rather beefy black man with a disarming smile. Though one thought football when first seeing him, it would be terribly prejudicial to assume that he fit any stereotypes associated with his race or the sports that he played. He was an English major, and while he did play football, wrestle, and play lacrosse, he did not fit neatly into the category of jock. Nor was this erudite young man in the least bit nerdy. No, Jake was a unique combination of many things, and that’s what allowed him to fit in so well with this group.

Debbie certainly did enjoy his company, so much so in fact that people wondered whether or not they were lovers. They weren’t. They were friends. Good friends. And friends don’t do those kinds of things with each other or they can’t be friends. I think that was one of the themes from the film “When Harry Met Sally.” Besides, Steve, Debbie’s boyfriend, was Jake’s best friend (except for Debbie of course).

Anyway, Dr. Penelope Stamford, PhD, art history guru and head of the art history department at the school was hosting her annual end of the year cocktail party that she throws for all the graduating art history majors at her house. Well, it’s not really a house. It’s more like a huge fucking mansion, but it’s located within walking distance of the campus and the party is always catered and very posh. Curators and directors of various museums from around town and around the world are always invited. It’s a big deal for the students involved and for the college. And it just so happened that the party was the same night that Steve’s little brother was playing in a championship lacrosse game back home, and since it was also Steve’s alma mater and only an hour’s drive away, Steve asked Jake to be Debbie’s date for the party. Jake pretended to hesitate as if thinking about how much of an imposition it would be, while inside he was suppressing his glee.

Jake looked dapper in his dark suit. When he put his sunglasses on he looked like he was Debbie’s bodyguard and she was some Hollywood starlet. She wore a black pleated cocktail dress that was cinched just below her boobs and hung loosely all around to just about mid thigh. Spaghetti straps crossed in the back which was cut symmetrically to the front. Three inch heeled black sandals were barely attached to her feet, and her hair was up and tightly secured in a sweeping sort of bun. A single strand of delicate pearls adorned her long neck. Her little matching black clutch held her phone, lipstick, a lighter and a joint. Debbie and Jake arrived on time and enjoyed themselves immensely.

It was close to midnight, and all of the champagne and caviar they’d consumed was calling for a stabilizing joint to smooth bakırköy escort things out. Debbie texted Jake, “Wanna blow a joint? Meet me in the kitchen.” In no time they found a door to the basement and went searching for a back door out of which they could blow the smoke.

The basement was like a labyrinth, but they found a door that led to a flight of cement stairs below long wooden cellar doors. They sat on the steps smoking the joint and talking about how totally cool this party had been. Finally, as it often did with people who are comfortable with one another, the conversation turned sexual.

“Smokin’ weed always makes me horny,” said Debbie, spitting a piece of stem off her lower lip.

“I think it’s the champagne,” said Jake.

“How would you fuckin’ know what gets me horny?” she giggled.

“Good point,” smiled Jake. He didn’t need to know she was horny. Now he was really struggling with his obsessive thoughts. “Hey, let’s go snooping! This place is like a fucking museum!”

So, off they went wandering about the basement looking into every room, closet, cupboard, and pantry. They went back upstairs, slinking about throughout the house like a couple of secret agents enjoying the art work that made every room a separate little gallery. Everywhere they went they were never out of earshot of the music being played by the chamber orchestra that had been set up in the parlor. It added, at once, an appropriate yet surreal air to the entire atmosphere as they explored broom closets, played with the dumb waiters, and dropped their napkins down the laundry chute. Finally, in a bold intrusion into the private life of Dr. Penelope Stamford, Debbie and Jake entered her bedroom; the master bedroom.

The room was clearly the most beautiful room in the house. It was huge. In it was a full walk-in bathroom that could have held a baby grand piano and not been crowded. There were two walk-in closets, one with rack upon rack of clothing that could have come from Jackie Kennedy’s closet. The other was a shrine to Priapus.

“Who?” asked Jake.

“Priapus, a minor Roman deity who looked out for the harvest and could ward off the evil eye,” said Debbie turning on the light and illuminating several glass-encased pedestals and paintings that surrounded the room.

“Wow, was this guy ever well hung!” exclaimed Jake looking at a painting of a bearded, helmeted man leaning against the wall and holding scales like the one held by lady justice. On one dish of the scale were weights, while on the other the man had laid his semi-erect penis; all thirteen inches of it. And it was not circumcised. The caption to the painting read, “Priapus Weighing His Phallus”.

“Yes, he was legendary,” said Debbie shaking her head. “Too bad there aren’t cocks that big in real life!” she said, patting Jake on the back and squeezing his shoulder for emphasis.

“Mine’s that big,” said Jake.

“Yeah, right,” said Debbie.

“Well, maybe not quite that large, but it is big. Wanna see?” joked Jake, grabbing his package for emphasis.

Debbie didn’t answer because her attention was on the next display cabinet. In it was a small marble figurine of a bearded man that stood about four inches high. The figurine had a huge phallus that was grossly disproportionate to its size and stood out from the figure a good six inches. It was anatomically correct with veins and a flared cock head complete with a pee hole.

“This was probably used as a dildo with the figurine doubling as a handle,” she explained.

“You’re quite knowledgeable about these things,” said Jake, squatting down to get a better look.

Debbie bent at the waist next to Jake with her hands on her knees. The back of her dress rode up revealing the backs of her smooth, naked thighs. Jake allowed his eyes to caress her legs as she spoke.

“I will graduate with an art history degree you know,” she reminded Jake and moved to the next display case.

In the next case there stood a twelve inch figure of a bearded man. He had a very thick and impressive erection curving upwards like a huge banana. The figure had his left hand on his hip, his pelvis was thrust forward, while his right hand poured a liquid from a jar onto the head of his up-turned erection. The figure’s features were properly proportioned suggesting that there was no distortion in the massive girth of his cock.

“How considerate of him to lube that thing up before he tries to use it,” quipped Jake.

“You’re not kidding. Too bad cocks don’t get that fat.”

“I keep telling you, mine’s that thick!”

“Nobody’s that big, Jake. These are artistic representations.”

“So why do you keep saying it’s a shame? If they can’t grow them that big, you’d certainly never be able to handle one that big,” said Jake, a little annoyed.

“Oh, you have no idea!”

“Oh, I have every idea! I just wish I had the ‘knowledge’.”

“I know you do, but you’re too good a friend avcılar escort and I can’t afford to loose you for that,” she smiled and caressed his cheek lovingly.

They wandered about the “gallery” looking at the other artistic representations of Priapus. One painting showed two pleasingly plump ladies helping each other achieve pleasure by making out with a life-sized relief sculpture of Priapus. One girl had her buttocks firmly pressed into the sculpture just below where his erection would be, while the other sat astride her back, facing the sculpture, with her hands wrapped around its head as she kissed his image. The girl on top looked as if she could have the statue’s erection buried deep in her pussy. It also looked like she could just be rubbing her goodies on top of the stone phallus without penetration. The artist left it up to the viewer’s discretion.

“These two sure seem to be enjoying themselves,” said Jake.

“Girls like big cocks,” said Debbie as if a matter of fact.

Jake looked at her but didn’t say a word. She smiled a coy little smile at him and then walked to the back of the closet where there were drapes spanning the entire back wall.

“I wonder what’s behind here?” asked Debbie, parting the drapes at the middle.

Jake had found a pull cord near the wall and drew back the curtains. There on a four inch pedestal stood a life-sized statue of a man meticulously sculpted out of black basalt. Jake flicked a light switch by the wall and the entire figure was bathed in light from the track lighting positioned over head.

“Oh my god…” said Debbie, her mouth falling open in disbelief.

Debbie was face to face with a beautifully carved, anatomically correct statue of a bald black man holding on to the base of a massive erection. His thumb and forefinger circled his organ at the base while the rest of his fingers splayed to cradle his balls. A good 12 or 13 inches of solid basalt angled upward from the figure’s hips that were thrust forward as if at the very moment of ejaculation. His head was thrust back and his mouth was open, silently bellowing his release. The hand not holding his phallus was thrust out to the side as if maintaining his balance. Like Michelangelo’s David, every vein, fingernail, and wrinkle had been meticulously carved into this amazingly detailed sculpture.

“Hey, that’s Mandingo!”

“What? Who?”

“Or Sean Michaels,” said Jake walking over to get a better look.

“You know this guy?” asked Debbie.

“Yup, like I said first, it’s Mandingo!” said Jake, reading the little bronze plaque on the base.

“Who’s that,” said Debbie as she walked forward and lay a single finger on the tip of the figure’s upturned cock.

“He’s a porn star, considered the biggest in the business.”

“Oh, so you don’t actually know him know him. You know of him.”

“Yeah, see. I told you cocks could get that big,” said Jake, wrapping his own massive hand around the stone cock.

“So, is yours that big?” asked Debbie with a smile.

“I wish,” said Jake walking around behind the free standing sculpture. “This guy’s a freak of nature, even as far as brothers are concerned.”

“I can see that,” whispered Debbie as she lovingly stroked that massive stone phallus in front of her.

“I guess Dr. Stamford knows and appreciates Mandingo’s work!” laughed Jake.

“Oh my god, you don’t think she…” Debbie’s voice tailed off as both tried to envision what possible activities played out in this little shrine of a closet.

“You think Stamford fucks this thing,” asked Jake smiling.

“Why else would she even have it?”

“Yeah, but how much of it do you think she can take?”

“I doubt she really cares, just as long as it gets her off,” said Debbie not taking her eyes off of it.

“You’d try to fuck this thing if you owned it?”

“Are you kidding? I want to try it right now! Go watch the door for me.”

“No way, you’re crazy.”

“I bet I can take this whole cock in my pussy.”

Jake stood bewildered. He watched as Debbie circled the statue and planned her assault. He wished he was the one she was drooling to fuck instead of this statue. He wondered about her motivations. What was she after? Could she really be that horny? Did she do this sort of thing when she went out with Steve? Jake’s mind was racing around and around these questions. Finally, in a moment of clarity he decided not to question it. Jake decided to go with it and call her bluff.

“Bullshit,” he said defiantly.

Debbie noticed the slight change in the tone of Jake’s voice. That one word came out of his mouth with a much more serious tone, challenging. Debbie’s eyes narrowed as she looked back into Jake’s. The challenge was accepted. She loosened her grip on the stone phallus and slinked over to Jake, never once loosing eye contact. Standing toe to toe, she opened her mouth seductively as if about to kiss him. Her face drew nearer to his until büyükmece escort the last moment when she by passed his lips and pressed her self against him, her cheek next to his, to whisper in his ear.

“Got a condom?”

Jake pulled a gold foil packet from his back pocket and dangled it over Debbie’s face.

“Ooh, Magnums!” squealed Debbie in mock surprise as she plucked the packet from his fingers. She turned quickly, ripping the foil open with her teeth. Stretching the pre-lubed condom to fit over the head of the massive stone penis, she rolled the rest of it down over the shaft. Only about two thirds of the phallus was then sheathed in latex. Both Debbie and Jake looked at each other in shared awe.

Debbie turned and bent at the waist. With her hands on her knees she walked backwards with tiny baby steps until the stone erection seated itself in the groove of her upturned butt cheeks. Jake pulled out his cell phone and quickly snapped a picture as Debbie smiled at the camera while continuing to caress the underside of the statue’s cock with her butt.

“Go watch the door,” said Debbie teetering on her tip toes to try to bring her pussy up to the level of the stone cock.

“I wanna watch, I wanna see if you can do it,” complained Jake.

“No way. I’ll tell you if I’m successful,” said Debbie, standing and placing her hands on her hips defiantly. Finally, Jake walked to guard the bedroom door.

Debbie resumed her attempts to impale herself on the intricately detailed stone appendage. She positioned herself again in front of the statue, but try as she may, the four inch pedestal on which the statue stood kept her from achieving her goal. She needed another two inches to stand on to make the connection. She looked around for assistance and found it in a shoe box on the floor by the light switch behind the curtain.

Inside the box Debbie found a pair of clear platform fuck-me slippers. She kicked off her own shoes and slid on the Lucite platforms. Instantly she was four inches taller. Combined with the even higher heels than her own shoes, her butt was now thrust even more outward, further accentuating its bulbous size.

Working up a mouthful of saliva, Debbie let a wad of white, bubbly spittle slip from her lips and settle slowly on the condom covered head of the figure’s erection. Quickly before it had a chance to drip off she turned around, flipped her skirt up onto her back, pulled her gooey thong out of the cleft of her pussy, and tried to position her dangling pussy lips over the head. But again she came up short, pressing the flesh just below her asshole onto the saliva covered phallus.

There was nothing to hold onto to maintain her balance. She raised up on her tip-toes and was able to feel the large head press against the very bottom of her pussy before sliding up and pushing firmly against her clenched sphincter. While it felt really good, she needed to get this monster into her pussy. She kept flexing her calves and thighs trying to achieve a rhythm that could push her up and over the top. The constant rubbing against her asshole was making her pussy fill up with pussy juice. Finally, with one explosive lurch, her hips lifted high enough for the stone phallus to enter her soupy pussy. Debbie slid completely down onto the stone statue’s upturned cock forcing the air from within with a gurgling fart. Unfortunately, impaled as she was, she now could not move. The stone phallus completely filled her vagina and her toes barely touched the floor. She was stuck.

“Fuck!” hissed Debbie as her pussy muscles rippled and contracted around the huge cock stuffed in her. She wanted to grind her pussy back and forth over the rigid fuck stick until she came, but she couldn’t move. She wished the stone statue could come to life, grab her hips, and fuck her good and hard. Instead, she dangled helplessly on its cock. She had no choice but to call for help.

“Jake!” she called out in a strangled whisper. Jake opened the closet door and popped his head in. He had obviously been standing closer to the closet door than the bedroom door.

“Oh my god!” exclaimed Jake as he walked in to get a closer look.

“Jake, I’m stuck. Help me,” pleaded Debbie, holding out her arms to him. But Jake walked right past her to get the view from the rear.

“Holy shit,” whispered Jake when he’d bent to get a better view.

“No, Jake. Please…” protested Debbie trying to flip her skirt back into place to re-establish some modesty. But it was way too late for modesty now. Jake’s mouth dropped open as he drank in the vision of Debbie’s fat, shaved pussy stretched to the limit around a jet black cock of ginormous proportions. A single droplet of pussy juice squeezed from her overstuffed cunt left a white trail down the remaining bit of black shaft left exposed, and dangled from Mandingo’s stone little finger.

“Damn, girl…” moaned Jake, licking his lips. He couldn’t take his eyes off of what he was seeing. His own cock grew painfully harder than it had been all night, and yes, he had had a hard on since he picked up Debbie to walk to the party. Her sphincter flexed, the round globes of naked flesh jiggled in the flood light, and another bubble of pussy juice emerged from her pussy and followed the path of least resistance already established and now dripping on the floor.

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(Part 1)

My name is Jenna and here is my story:

I live in a very beautiful 2 story home, and that where my story begins… It was Sunday and my husband was home watching the football game with 4 of his friends in our den. Our den is located under a walkway on the second floor that connects the master bedroom to the other 3 rooms upstairs.

My girlfriend, Annie was there with her husband, so while the guys were glued to the TV, we were drinking wine in the kitchen. At one point we were getting low on wine, so Annie said she had more at her house, and she also wanted to put on some sweats to be more comfortable, she only lived about 3 miles away, so off she went. As soon as she left I decided to take a quick shower and get comfortable too since we were going to be hanging out for at least the next 3 hours.

So I jumped in, took a quick shower, and put on my robe. For some reason I was feeling horny all day, so I grabbed my vibrator for a quickie. I didn’t have a lot of time, so I stood in the middle of my room and enjoyed my alone time. All of a sudden I heard a loud roar from the guys, something must have happened in the game. I opened the door with my robe open and listened, they were still glued to the TV. I thought I would be a little crazy, so I snuck out in the hallway and stood there playing.

I slowly crept down the hallway to the walkway and looked around the wall. There was the 5 guys watching the game with their backs to me. I quietly walked onto the walkway, kadıköy escort turned on my vibrator and went to work in full view of everyone, robe open, tits showing, and playing. If any of the guys had turned around, I was done. I stood there for about 30 seconds until I had a quick, half assed orgasm.

It was half assed because I couldn’t make a sound or I would have gotten caught. I went to the bedroom, laid on the bed and came again instantly! The rush of doing it in front of 5 guys and the fact I could have gotten caught at any second, gave me one of the best orgasm’s I ever had. Wow!

I heard Annie come in, so I went downstairs and poured some more wine. We sat and talked for a while when Annie asked me if i thought that they even knew we were here.

I laughed and told her that they probably forgot all about us. Annie and I are both in our 50’s, we both have great bodies and have seen each other naked on a million occasions like, the gym, dressing rooms, trying on each other cloths, etc. we talk about sex a lot, because we were both brought up in very open households, and we’ve known each other since we were 10.

I thought I would throw out a teaser to see what would happen, so when I said they probable forgot all about us, I also said, that we could probably sit there and masturbate right in from of them and they wouldn’t even notice.

Annie laughed and said, “You’re right, in fact I’m going to do it now,” maltepe escort and with that, pretended to get up, then sat back down and we both laughed. I was going all in now and told her we should do it, but inconspicuously. She laughed because she thought i was kidding, but I told her if she had the balls to do it, so would I. I told her about the walkway idea, but didn’t let her know I had already done it. After I told her she said, “this is a side of you I’ve never seen”, and just looked at me with a straight face. I thought it was over, she was pissed, but to my surprise she looked at me and said “I’ve definitely got the balls, let’s go.”

So we both went up to my room. I gave her one of my robes and she quickly stripped down and put on the robe. I did the same. I asked he if she wanted one of my small travel vibrators, she looked at me, wiggles her fingers and said, “That’s what these are for.” We quietly walked down the hall, I let her peek around the wall so she could see the guys backs, and before I had the chance to say anything, she dropped the robe to the floor and walked right out onto the walkway, wow! No hesitation whatsoever! She licked two of her fingers and went to work, this was too much for me, I dropped my robe and stood right next to her, we were either gonna have 2 amazing orgasm’s or we were both gonna be dead if our husbands caught us.

We were so brazen that we stood there for about 2 minutes. I could see escort bayan Annie was about to cum, so I motioned for her to go behind the wall. We both went on opposite sides of the walkway, stared at each other and came together. Now all we had to do was get Annie back on my side without getting caught and we were home free. After she came, she smiled at me, and came back across without being seen.

We quickly cleaned ourselves up and headed back downstairs. As I passed my husband he said, “where were you guys,” so I just looked at him and said, “I was showing her some new cloths I just bought, ” he said, “oh,” and went right back to the game! We went to the kitchen and poured 2 very big glasses of wine for ourselves, we earned it.

Annie was so pumped up, I never saw her like that, all she kept saying was, “Why didn’t we think of this before, that was so hot.” Now if you think I was horny before, now I was crazy horny. Doing that twice without getting caught, and, watching my best friend masturbate in front of me was just too much. I told Annie I needed more, and told her why, she agreed with me and said she was off the charts horny too.

What I saw next blew my mind. Annie put her hand down the front of her sweats and started to play with herself right in my kitchen. She didn’t say a word, just smiled at me and then got serious. She had that “I’m gonna cum” look on her face. I couldn’t just watch her anymore, I had to take care of myself as well, so I went to work too. She said to me,” I just can’t stop, that was just so unbelievable, it was the craziest sex thing I’ve ever done! ” We finally calmed down, and eventually the night ended, but not before we promised to do this again next week at her house, since it was their turn for Sunday night football. There is a part 2, and it was crazy!

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Vivian entered the quaint antique shop, with a strange feeling that she would find exactly what she was looking for there. She didn’t even quite know what she was looking for, but hoped she would know it when she saw it. She had driven two hours into the middle of the backwoods of New England to reach this place. This area had a feel of history to it, but not the touristy kind. It was like this area hadn’t moved on since the Salem witch trials.

“Oh! Hello, miss,” the old shopkeeper greeted her. He seemed surprised to be getting a customer. Then why was his shop even open? “Can I help you with something?” he asked in a tone that suggested she didn’t belong here.

“I’m looking for something special,” she announced in the grandiose manner, “and price is no object! Why don’t you take me right to your good stuff?”

He paused for a moment, trying to decide what to make of this odd introduction. “You’ll have to be a little more specific than that. What sort of thing are you looking for?”

“I’m Vivian Black? Famous Instagram model? Maybe you’ve heard of me?”

“Sorry, I don’t read that magazine.”

“What? No, it’s not a…” Vivian sighed. “Never mind. I take pictures of myself. My pics generate a lot of clicks and a lot of money.”

That had been an exaggeration, to say the least. In truth, she was barely even up and coming, but she would get her momentum soon. She could just feel it! She had better natural looks than most of the pros, and it was surely only a matter of time. All she needed was the right clothing or the right scenery, the right publicity stunt, and she would finally get noticed.

“I need some décor for my next shoot,” she continued. “Like I said: something special, something worthy of my image. You have anything that can do me justice?”

Without a word in reply, he gestured around his store, and returned his gaze to his book.

“Come on, I doubt you’d keep the sort of thing I’m looking for out on the sales floor with all the other junk. You’ve got to have a back room where you keep the collector’s items. You know, the stuff for your special clientele… like me? I put a lot of work into finding places like this, so please don’t let me leave disappointed!”

He closed his book and sighed, giving her an annoyed look. “That’s not how it works. The only ‘back room’ I have is the workshop. That’s for items I need to repair before I can sell them.”

Vivian signed. “It’s just… I’m not seeing anything really worth my money out here. Did I mention I can pay a lot?”

Finally, the old shopkeeper got up out of his chair and had her follow him. The workshop was full of many items, tables and dressers and the like. Vivian looked around the room until she noticed something tall against the back wall, covered by a dusty bedsheet. She walked right past all the other items, and lifted the cover. Instantly, her eyes lit up! This was it!

It was a mirror. She pulled the sheet the rest of the way off, and took a step back to have a look at it. It was beautiful! It was full length, with an ornate mahogany frame, and when she caught her reflection in it, she thought she had never looked better!

Grinning, she turned around to ask him how much, but he seemed uncomfortable. He was avoiding looking directly at the uncovered mirror.

“What do you want for this?” she asked.

“That’s not ready to be sold. There’s a joint loose,” he replied. His entire demeanor had changed. He looked afraid.

“I don’t mind. I’ll buy it now! Full price!”

“I don’t know… I haven’t even set a price for that yet. See, that one’s a tough one to price. There’s a… history to that one.”

“Even better! What kind of history?”

“Someone died in front of it. Some people get superstitious about that sort of thing.”

“Oh, that’s okay! I’m not superstitious.”

As a matter of fact, that even sweetened the deal for her! She was a junkie for ghost stories and stuff like that. Even more so, with her long, beautiful black hair and slender face, the goth look suited her very well. This was perfectly her style!

“No, you don’t understand. There’s more, you see. She didn’t just die in front of it. The rumor says she died because of it.”

“Whoa! Don’t leave me hanging! You’ve got to tell me the story now!”

“Well, I’ll see what I can remember. It was my pa who bought it a long time ago back when he ran the shop, before I was born. All I know is what he told me. The lady who died, she was a real sinner, that one. Quite the harlot, and very, very vain. They say she became obsessed with looking at herself in it. She’d spend hours staring at her reflection. Hours! And her naughty deeds only got worse. Didn’t even try to hide her sinful heart after that. Then, she went missing for several days. They finally found her in front of that mirror, buck naked, and dead on the floor. A family member, a cousin, I think, took it from her after the funeral, but she eventually sold it. She said she could sometimes hear her voice coming from it at night.”

“Cool! Is she haunting it now?”

“Oh, I don’t know. Old tales, you know how they go…”

“Have you ever heard her voice çorum escort coming from it at night?”

“No, but I don’t sleep in here.”

“So… this has literally been here your whole life?”

“Yep.”

“And you still haven’t fixed that loose joint?”

He scratched his head, but made no reply.

“A thousand dollars?” she said, holding out a wad of cash.

Later that night, Vivian was getting ready for bed. She was walking through her room in the frilly underwear she usually wore to bed, and she took a glance at the mirror where she had hung it on the wall. God, she looked so sexy! Of course, she always did, but there was something about this mirror. She never looked better! It was hard to take her eyes off of herself! Maybe a little bit of that old man’s tale was true, after all!

Did her image look that much more appealing in this mirror to other people, too? Maybe she could use this thing’s curse to her advantage! Maybe if she took some mirror selfies… this could be what finally gets her career off the ground!

She pursed her lips and did a glamor pose for herself. That black lingerie was so scandalous, about the most daring thing she had ever photographed herself in. It showed off her tight tummy and her ample cleavage so well! So teasing! And if you looked close enough, the cups were just transparent enough to show off the outlines of her nipples. It wasn’t obvious enough to get her reported on Instagram, but it was pushing the line. But did she dare?

Staring at her beautiful reflection was making her feel strangely excited. She reached her hands behind her back and unclipped her bra. Slowly, she slid the straps down her shoulders, until it fell free, and she was looking at herself topless. She had never done a nude shot before, but suddenly she like the idea… really liked it! Why shouldn’t she? Her breasts were amazing! They were large and generous, with wide, pink nipples.

She stood there for several minutes, just staring at her semi-nude body. She had never gotten aroused looking at her own body before, but there was something about herself she had never noticed before. Was it possible the mirror was letting her see herself as other people saw her? Was this what it was like for a guy to see her pictures? Well, she looked incredible! Why would she not share such beauty with people? It was almost selfish not to! She continued to look lustfully upon her own reflection, wishing she could reach out and touch that beautiful woman in front of her… run her fingers all over her smooth, flawless skin… make love to her…

As she gazed, the desire to go over there and touch that beautiful woman only grew, as if she could somehow pass through the glass and be side by side with her. She took one step toward the mirror, and was about to reach her hand toward it, but a silly idea came to her. Instead, she lowered her hand and thrust out her bare chest. She let her soft, sensitive nipples touch the surface of the mirror, meeting tip to tip with the beautiful nipples of the other woman. She gasped with the pure eroticism of the moment.

But when Vivian tried to back up a moment later, she felt something horrifyingly impossible: her nipples were stuck to the mirror like superglue! She couldn’t pull them off!

“WHAT THE…?” she gasped in shock at the unexpected tug on her sensitive parts!

Vivian pulled again, but her nipples were absolutely stuck fast! The supple, pink flesh of her nipples stretched like chewing gum as she pulled, which tingled erotically. She leaned back and pulled harder, but all this accomplished was to stretch her nipples another inch, almost looking like she was stuck nipple to nipple with that beauty in the mirror.

“SERIOUSLY? What… what’s going on?!?”

Almost as strange, the mirror itself wasn’t moving either. She had only hung it by a strand of picture wire, and she was surprised she hadn’t pulled it off the wall by now. Curious, she grabbed the sides of the mahogany frame and tried to unmount it, but the mirror was completely immovable! Had it magically affixed itself to the wall? She tried to work her fingers behind it, but there was barely even a gap between it and the wall.

“How? HOW?” she screamed, as she became more and more terrified! “How is this happening?”

She let go of the mirror and brought her hands up to her breasts. She pinched each nipple between her fingers and tried to jiggle them free of the glass surface. But the tips stayed stuck fast, so she tried pulling on them, even twisting them, but her flesh was practically welded to the glass!

“No, no, no, NO! Come OFF! WHY WON’T THEY COME OFF?!? Oh no, this thing really is cursed! I should have believed that weird old man!”

Nearly panicking, Vivian clenched the edges of the frame in her hands and pushed off, struggling to wrench her nipples free. Her poor tits were yanked out by the nipples mercilessly hard, but strangely, all she felt was pleasure. She pulled harder and harder… and she couldn’t believe how far her breasts were stretching, but they seemed to be fine. She pulled until she gasped with pleasure so extreme, she lost denizli escort her strength and was pulled back into the mirror.

She leaned against the mirror, trying to catch her breath, then tried again.

“Hrrrrrrrrrrrrr!” she grunted, stretching her tits and nipples taut once again, but slammed back into the mirror a second later.

She tried again.

“HURRRRRRRRRRRRGH!”

Her perfectly round breasts were stretched out into cones, and her nipples were stretched out like two pink strands of bubble gum. As soon as she stopped pulling, she was slammed back into the mirror once again. This time, she had to rest for over a minute to catch her breath. But it wasn’t just her terror or her physical exertion. The harder she pulled, the greater the pleasure became. Despite her fear, she was feeling inappropriately horny! As she stood there breathing, staring down at her stuck nipples, she was realizing having her nipples stuck to the mirror was a tremendously erotic feeling! It was constant stimulation, and even the slightest movement, even her breathing, produced wondrous tugs on her nipples.

But despite that, getting her nipples off the mirror sometime before the end of eternity was a much bigger priority. Finally ready, she took a deep breath and steeled herself for another pull. She counted down in her head: three… two… one…

“HERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!”

She gritted her teeth and yanked for all she was worth! She couldn’t believe how far her breasts and nipples were stretching! And the pleasure was so overpowering it was all she could do to remain focused and keep pulling. She strained every muscle in her body until her arms were shaking from the effort! Finally, it was too much. Her arms lost their strength, and she was slammed boobs-first back into the mirror.

“Shit! Shit! What do I do?” she gasped, panting for breath. “I can’t believe it; this thing is CURSED! Literally CURSED!”

She just stood there with the side of her face resting against the mirror, as her heart pounded loud enough for her to hear it. Her pussy tingled with desire from all the stimulation she had been getting, but she was too terrified to care much about that.

She forced herself to breathe deeply and slowly, trying to calm herself down. Once she was finally somewhat calm, she stood up straight again and tried to think of what to do. She turned to her bed where she had left her phone, but it was way too far out of reach to be of any use. She looked around for anything else she could use, but there wasn’t much in reach, certainly nothing useful.

Was this permanent? If whatever was holding onto her tits didn’t loosen on its own, she was going to be in real trouble! She backed up an inch, and looked at her reflection as she felt that painless and strangely pleasurable tug. Like this, it almost looked like her tits were stretched out and stuck to the tits of a perfect twin of herself. It was funny: by the old man’s description, she had imagined more of a psychological force compelling the mirror’s last owner to stand in front of it until she died. Was this what had actually happened to the girl? Would she be sharing her fate?

No! She couldn’t be stuck here until she starved! She turned to her bed where she had left her phone, but it was way too far out of reach to be of any use. She looked around for anything else she could use, but there wasn’t much in reach, certainly nothing useful. She was starting to lose her calm again.

“No! No, no, no, NO! This can’t be happening! This can’t be real! I’m dreaming, I’ve got to be!”

She closed her eyes hard and tried to make the dream go away.

“Come on, wake up! Wake up!”

But when she opened her eyes, all she saw was her reflection in that god-awful mirror! She tried to move, tried to turn away from her nightmare, but she was stuck fast! And then, when she returned her eyes to the mirror in front of her, something happened that made her blood freeze in her veins.

The woman in the mirror smiled at her.

Vivian opened her mouth to scream, but she was too terrified to make any sound. Meanwhile, her reflection only continued smiling that sinister grin. The woman in the mirror wasn’t her! It looked like her down to every last detail, but something about her eyes were wrong! Unable to turn away from her, she shut her eyes as hard as she could.

“This isn’t real… this isn’t real…” she whispered to herself, deathly quiet.

When she finally opened her eyes, she jumped so hard she stretched out her nipples again. The impostor was leaning against the glass, grinning at her from ear to ear barely an inch from the glass. Vivian could see the flesh of her palms pressed up against the other side of the mirror, where her own palms were nowhere near!

“Hello, Vivian Black!” said the doppelganger, menacingly, in her own voice. But the voice had come from the mirror.

Vivian finally worked up the courage to speak, and when she did, her voice was soft and diyarbakır escort pathetic, begging.

“W… w… what do you want?”

“To have some fun! Why so afraid of me?”

“Please… leave me alone…”

“Leave you alone? Very well, I can see you aren’t interested. I’ll just be on my way then!” The woman in the mirror turned to leave, but her nipples were stuck up against the inside of the mirror, just opposite of Vivian’s. “Oh… oh dear… I seem to be stuck. Why, of all the confounded inconveniences! I say, has this ever happened to you?”

“Come on, just let go of me! Please!”

“Let go? But we’ve only just met! And I already like you a lot! I think you’re just the sort of person I’ve been looking for!”

“What are you going to do? Are you going to keep me stuck here until I die of thirst? Like the last girl did?”

“Thirst? No, no, I didn’t die of thirst. It was of exhaustion! And, wow, what a night it was! Several days, in fact! But that last night was something special! Oh, to feel like that again!”

“Wait… you’re her? The girl who died in front of the mirror?”

Suddenly, the image in the mirror was of a different woman. But she never saw the image change, so to speak. It was like she had blinked, and her eyes refocused and were able to see through an illusion. She looked nothing like Vivian, but she was just as beautiful. She had long, blond hair, pinned up in a pretty but long outdated fashion she couldn’t place. She had a youthful, round face with bright, rosy cheeks, but eyes that belied her pleasant smile, eyes that told of a deep hunger.

Except for the bindings in her hair, she was completely nude, not even wearing underwear like Vivian was. She had wide, curvaceous hips, a slender waist, and breasts just as generous a Vivian’s, which were still attacked to the mirror opposite of Vivian’s.

“Who are you?”

“My name was Abigail, but what’s in a name? Yes, I was the dead, naked girl old Roland told you about. Now I get to haunt this wonderful mirror!”

“So, you’re a victim of this mirror, too! Wait, but how did the mirror kill you if you’re the one haunting it?”

“Oh, it was cursed long before I found it. I released the last occupant once I died.”

“The LAST occupant? Who was the…” But Vivian trailed off as her eyes lit up in terror at a sudden and horrible realization! “WAIT A MINUTE!!! Does that mean MY soul is going to get sucked into the mirror next? Please! PLEASE!!! I’m not ready to die! And I definitely don’t want to live in a mirror! I’ll… I’ll fine someone else! Someone even better than me! Just tell me what you need, I’ll do it! Just let go of me… please!”

“Ha! No, no. Me taking his place here was more of a… mutual agreement. And I have no plans to give up my place for the likes of you.”

“Oh god, THANK YOU! Thank you!” Vivian put her hand over her racing heart as she recovered from that deathly scare.

“I love it in here! It gives me so much power! So many things I could never dream of doing in life! I can’t wait to try it all out! I’m already having fun!” To demonstrate, Abigail pulled slightly away from the mirror, stretching out her nipples a few inches, and made a pleasurable face. “And don’t worry, I’m not going to let you die, either. Why end the fun so soon? We’re going to be friends for a long, long time! So, smile and be happy!”

“So… what now? If you’re planning to keep me around for the long term, can you maybe see about releasing me?” Vivian tugged a few times, stretching her soft, pink, and still very stuck nipples.

Abigail shook her head with a nasty, scolding smile. “Not quite yet. However, I think I’m almost ready to have our first bit of fun! Oh, it’s been sooo long!”

Suddenly, Vivian’s eyes seemed to refocus again. The vision of Abigail disappeared, replaced by her own reflection once again. But her reflection wasn’t completely back to normal; Vivian’s doppelganger stared deeply into her eyes, and she found it very difficult to look away. Slowly, the woman in the mirror raised her arm. She brought it up to her bare stomach and began to caress herself sensuously. And as she did so, Vivian felt that caress on her own skin!

Shocked, she finally tore her eyes away from her beautiful reflection and looked down to see her own hand was caressing herself just as the specter in the mirror was. Her reflection’s other hand began touching itself, and likewise, so did Vivian’s own hand. Vivian tried to stop, but her arms weren’t under her control any more. It was like she was the reflection now; the woman on the other side was the one in control.

Next, her hands slid upwards into the soft undersides of her breasts. Her hands ran themselves outward along her breasts until her fingers closed around her stretched-out areolas and nipples. Her fingers applied gentle pressure, delicately massaging the milk ducts just underneath the skin. Her body leaned back, slightly increasing the tension, and she could feel the taut, elastic flesh stretching inside the grasp of her fingertips. Her fingers then ran up and down the lengths of her stretched nipple flesh a few times, and Vivian heard herself gasp loudly in pleasure! She wasn’t sure it had been the mirror’s spell or herself that had forced that noise out of her. Her hands ran down to the base of her breasts again, then back to the nipples, massaging and tugging on the taut, sensitive flesh the whole while.

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