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I do not know when I sank into sexual depravity, or if what I did was really depraved. I guess the whole thing could have been handled more smoothly with a little more experience and tact. I will tell you what happened and let you decide. I will start at the beginning as most good tales make an absolute habit of beginning there.

I stepped off the plane feeling sore. I had just crossed the Atlantic to come to participate in an exchange student program in England. I wondered how I had gotten into this situation. How was a young, single, virile Black American staying with a sexagenarian English woman? Her grandson was participating in an exchange program in America. I was to be staying in a little town about 35 kilometers outside of London. I took a cab through the scenic countryside to the little “hamlet” where I was staying. When I arrived at the house, I was greeted at the door by a jaw-droppingly beautiful older woman. She told me to call her Rose. She was a classic, chaste British grandmother. Her skin was pale and clear. She wore her age well. Her light brown hair was elaborately coiffed and shot through with white and gray. She was plump and busty in a way that was completely British. Her flower print dress stretched tightly across her tremendous bosom. Shimmering hose encased her legs, and I was in absolute heaven.

She carried herself in a reserved, prim, and proper way that some older English women do. I was to find out that she had a grandson who lived with her who was exchanging in America. As we entered the large, castle like house, I admired the sway of her ample hips as she walked. I resolved within my self to do everything I could to seduce this woman.

She showed me to my room, which was right next to hers. “And young Roger,” she said with the perfect accent, “you may make yourself at home, feel free to do anything you want, and if I may be of any use to you, let me know. Nothing is denied to you.”

When she said this, a light went off in my brain. I figured that the way to seduce her was to let her catch me in various sexy situations. I started fulfilling my plan that night. She gave me a chaste hug goodnight. I was to find out that she loved close physical contact. In fact she wanted a hug every morning and night, it became like a ritual. I went to my room and got completely undressed. I lay on top of the covers and began to stroke on my cock, casino oyna which had started to harden after the hug. This was the first time I had ever felt free to have as much fun as I wanted while masturbating. I pulled on myself with no regard for shaking the bed, or keeping the noises down, I even moaned loudly. When I came, I yelled out as hot semen wildly pumped out of me to splatter all over my chest and belly.

I fell asleep instantly and woke early the next morning. I could already hear Rose moving around the house. The first step of my seduction plan, immature as it might have been, was to always be naked around the house. I walked out of my room, and accidentally bumped into Rose. Her eyes roamed down my body.

“Well dear,” she said rather hesitantly, “you don’t seem to be wearing any trousers.”

I laughed. “Oh you said make myself at home; this is how I always am.” My cock had started to harden while we stood there. I flexed my sphincter and she jumped, clutching her ever-present rope of pearls.

“Well, err, um, it’s just that, oh my, um, oh its fine I guess, uh, um,”

She continued with broken mutterings as she walked off. I guess her proper English upbringing had not prepared her for this. I took a quick, hot shower and then went to the kitchen where she was making breakfast. Once again she wore a flower print dress, pearls, and pantyhose, (I was to find later that she had a bit of a pantyhose fetish). I walked up behind her, and gave her a bit of a hug and a kiss on the cheek, making sure she felt my semi-stiff dick nestled in the cheeks of her ass, moving my hips a bit and then going to the table.

She seemed a bit flustered, but did not object. We ate breakfast, with her talking up a storm. As she got up to clear the table, I experimentally pinched her ample butt as she walked by (like I said, juvenile, but awfully fun). She said “Oh my!” and continued with a string of mutterings but did not object. From that, point on she would not walk by without me pinching, poking, palming, or occasionally slapping her butt.

After breakfast, I went to sit on the couch and watch TV as I had planned for two weeks free time before classes. I watched television for a while, and then Rose came in saying that it was time to watch her exercise program. She was wearing a leotard that showed off her figure tremendously. It was a light purple color. The top did not show much cleavage, but the legs were high cut, showing off to full advantage her gorgeous, thick, shapely legs, hips, and thighs.

She started doing the intense cardio workout, and in little slot oyna or no time, I was completely hard. This was nuts. I sat on the couch, my eight-inch cock standing at attention. And with the curve of my cock (kind of like a banana), it was pointed at the ceiling and leaking pre-cum copiously. After she finished her workout, she headed to the shower, and I headed to my room to masturbate feverishly.

A couple of days passed like this, me walking around naked, hard most of the time, then going up to my room to masturbate, and her ignoring it all. The a few days later, I decided that it was time to take the “seduction” up a notch. It was not enough to be aroused; I had to cum in front of her. I got up, took my shower, and headed downstairs. After breakfast, she stood at the sink doing breakfast dishes. I sat watching her, cock completely erect. She had come to enjoy the hugs as much as I did and often reminded me if I forgot. She announced that I had not given her my morning hug. I stood, walked behind her, pressed my rigid dick into her ass, and gave her a tight hug and a long kiss on the cheek.

However, instead of breaking it off there like I normally did, I ground my cock into her. I grabbed her hips and thrust against her soft ass while kissing her on the cheek and neck. Her breathing became very heavy and she pressed her thighs together, and pushed herself against me. I continued to thrust and in little or no time, I was about to cum. I pressed myself into her and cum began to pour from me, splashing all over her back and ass.

There was no mistaking what happened, but she still ignored it, or more precisely did not say anything about it. I cleaned up, and then went to watch TV and we went about the normal routine. When she came to work out, I started to harden again. Instead of going away to masturbate, I decided to do it right there on the couch. I started stroking myself slowly to her jiggling body. When she turned her ass away from me to do pushups, I shamelessly walked behind her, stoking my cock. I was moaning and panting, and she doing her best to ignore it.

She bent at the waist to do a cool down stretch and I walked a few feet behind her, still stroking. I came noisily all over her back, and ass again, eliciting a surprised “Oh my!” but nothing more. That evening as we sat watching TV, I sat with my arm around her, stroking. When I was about to cum, I turned to her and came all over her chest, arms, and lap.

I could not believe I was using this woman as a cum rag, and she was saying nothing (I was to find out later that she also had a cum fetish and canlı casino siteleri had gotten off every time I had cum on her without even touching herself). Every time we were together in the house, I would usually end up cumming on her. I would hump her sweet ass and grab her tits after breakfast. I would blast her with cum while she worked out. Sometimes I would jack off over her as she did sit ups, covering her belly and tits. As she sat reading the paper, I would kneel at her feet and rub my cock on her nylon-ed legs until I came all over them. I cannot tell you how many flower print dresses and pairs of pantyhose she must have had, because the laundry was full of them and yet she went through several clean ones each day. I always had a fresh clean dress to cum on.

It began to be a game to both of us. She began to perceptibly enjoy it. She would wait until I came in the room to start working out. Several times when I was busy, she had missed her exercise show, but did the workout without it. When I came into the kitchen, she would stick her ass out, wiggling it in my direction. Then she would grind against me as I dry humped her. If I made any move to talk about what was going on, she stiffened up, and enjoyed it less.

Once, while she was watching television, I sat besides her stroking. Just when I was about cum, I stood very close in front of her, my hand hitting slightly on her cheek as I jacked. I let the cum fly, covering her face, hair and dribbling down to her chest. She could not help it, she moaned aloud as she came. Then she simply wiped her face off, smearing it all over her dress and headed up to bed.

That night, I determined was to be the night. I entered her room where she sat in nothing but bra and pantyhose, brushing her hair. I grabbed my blazingly erect, pre-cum leaking cock and asked her point blank if she wanted to fuck. It was as if a barrier broke. She stood and said the words that I will remember all of my life.

She said, “I thought you would never ask. I want you to fuck me like an American whore.” I walked towards her, turned her around, bent her over the bed, and forcefully tore the crotch out of her pantyhose.

I took my cock and inserted it into her sopping wet pussy. This was not the time for tender lovemaking; that would come later. Now was the time for raw fucking. I began to thrust into her, slowly at first then fiercely. I lost track of the amount of times she came as I fucked her for all I was worth. The slapping sound of our thrust was a rhythmic counterpoint to her loud moans. Finally, I was about to cum. I exploded inside of her, filling her to overflowing. We collapsed on the bed both exhausted by mind-blowing orgasms.

The End..?

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Jamie was exhausted as the cheerleading coach dismissed them from practice for the day. Since transferring to City High a month ago, her life had certainly changed. She had found herself making friends easily and had won a position on the cheerleading squad after her first tryout. As she made her way to the locker room with the rest of the girls, she wryly thought about how hard she had thought it was going to be to leave the school and friends she had known all her life to begin anew. It sure had been a lot easier than she had imagined. Even her twin brother, James, had found it easy to fit in to the new school and routine. Even as she started to undress to take a shower, James was out at football practice competing for the quarterback position.

As she undressed, Jamie looked around the locker room at her fellow cheerleaders. This was supposedly the cream of the crop, the best looking, most athletic girls in the school. They sure were a diverse bunch, she thought. There was Sheri, a tall, dark-haired girl with big, upright breasts, dark nipples that always seemed to be hard whenever Jamie had seen them, slender waist with her hips flaring to her legs which tapered down, long and slim, a dark thatch of hair filling the juncture of her thighs. Always with Sheri were Janice and Heather, Janice with blonde hair, not quite as tall and big as Sheri, but her pale breasts ended in large, cream-colored nipples and her hips narrow. Heather was a redhead, just like herself, but unlike herself, Heather’s hair was cropped short, almost like a boy’s haircut, causing her totally freckled body to really stand out. She had nice, firm breasts with pale, cherry nipples at the end. Her fiery red bush was not very dense, allowing you to get a peek of pale skin underneath.

Jamie self-consciously examined her own body in the mirror. Her breasts were nice and firm, very upright with big, dark-cherry nipples on the end. Her waist was very slim, showing a nice flat belly with her thick bush of red hair sticking out below. Her long, thick red hair hung down past her shoulders. She couldn’t see anything to complain of as she joined the others in the shower.

Sheri and Janice and Heather were laughing together as they soaped up and began to work a lather up. Jamie began to shower at the shower next to them, listening to their conversation. Sheri was talking about her date the night before with John, the other boy trying to become the quarterback on the football team. Sheri was talking about how it hadn’t taken him any time at all on their date to begin trying to kiss her and feel her up. She laughed as she described how desperate he had seemed as she thwarted his attempts to feel her up. She related how, as the evening passed, she had relented somewhat and began to make out with him, kissing him and sucking tongues together. She commented that he was really a good kisser with a really long tongue. Janice and Heather laughed as she said this. Sheri commented that she was going to go out with him on Friday and that she planned on letting him go a little further this time, maybe even letting him play with her breasts a little bit.

As she said this, Sheri reached up and gave both of her soapy breasts a good squeeze and massage, pinching her nipples for good measure. Janice and Heather laughed and Heather reached over and pinched one of Sheri’s nipples, causing her to squeal as she tried to pinch her back. Laughing, they all finished showering and got dressed.

As they dressed and began to leave the locker room, Jamie moved over next to Sheri to ask her a question.

“Sheri,” she asked, “how do you control guys so that they don’t go too far?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” she replied. “You just make sure that they think there’s a chance that they might succeed and they’ll go along with anything.”

“But what happens when things start to get too far along?”

“Well, either you like them and go along or you don’t like them and you fight like crazy,” Sheri laughed.

“Yeah,” Heather commented, “when was the last one you fought like crazy because you didn’t like him?”

“Well,” Sheri answered, “at least I know before I go out with them if I’m going to like them. Not like you, finding out when it’s too late to do anything about it.”

“You mean you’ve let some of them do what they want?” Jamie inquired.

“Of course I have,” Sheri responded. “If I didn’t, they’d all know that I was just a tease and nobody would want to go out with me.”

“Hah,” Heather said, “you do it because you love it and you know it.”

“Well, so what?” Sheri retorted, “At least I get it from people I choose, not just whoever chooses me.”

“I like the guys I go with,” Heather replied. “What about you, Jamie, ever been with a guy?”

“No, not like that I haven’t. I mean, I’ve made out with some of the boys I’ve gone out with, I’ve just never gone any further.”

“Well, neither have I,” Janice chimed in. “I’m sure I will when I’m ready, I just wasn’t born always horny like illegal bahis these two,” she said laughing.

“I wasn’t born horny, I just ended up that way,” Sheri laughed. “I’ll bet that before the school year is out, both of you end up losing your cherries. Face it, you’re cheerleaders now. Every guy in school wants to be with a cheerleader. You’ll have your pick of them, after I do, of course, then you’ll end up doing it with someone.”

“I don’t know,” Jamie said. “I always thought it’d be with someone special the first time.”

“Who’s to say it won’t be,” Heather replied. “It can be really nice. Believe me, I know. It doesn’t have to be tawdry at all.”

“There’s nothing tawdry about me,” Sheri declared, “I just like boys. I’ll tell you what,” Sheri said with a sly grin, “Friday night I’ll let you guys hide in my house and you can watch me making out with John. My parents are away for the weekend, so they won’t be there. What do you say? You can hide in the study and I’ll get him to make out with me in the living room.”

“I’ll be there, you can bet on it,” Heather said, laughing. “How about you two, you going to join me?”

“Sure,” Janice said. “I think it’ll be funny that John won’t know we’re watching him. You gonna come, Jamie?”

“I guess so,” she replied. “It seems sort of weird though, peeping on people making out.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Sheri said. “Maybe you’ll get some pointers.”

With that they all went their separate ways as they walked home. As Jamie lived in the opposite direction from the other three, she walked home by herself, reflecting on her new friends. They were always nice to her, but she still felt a little like an outsider. Face it, she was.

I’ve only been here a month, Jamie reminded herself. They’ve known each other for years.

As she continued on her way, Jamie thought about how happy her parents had been to move to Friend, Nebraska. She couldn’t believe it when they had told her and James that they were moving from Portland, Oregon, to Nebraska. It had seemed like a move in the wrong direction. Now it seemed as though she could hardly remember Oregon anymore. Nebraska was really nice, open and no rain all the time. The people were a lot more open than they had been back in Oregon and it wasn’t as square as she had been led to believe.

Just as she got to the street she lived on, Jamie heard her name shouted from behind. Turning around, she saw it was James, running to catch up to her. She really loved James. He was so good-looking and nice. Everyone seemed to like him. He was tall, athletic, always did great at everything he tried. As he caught up to her, he grabbed her in a big hug and swung her around.

“I’m going to be the starting quarterback,” he announced gleefully. “They told us today.”

“Oh, James, I’m so happy for you,” Jamie said, hugging him fiercely. “Now I’ll really have a reason to cheer.”

“How’s cheerleading going?” he inquired. “Is it as much fun as you hoped it would be?”

“Well, it’s a lot more work than I thought, but I like the girls and it’s a good workout. In fact, I’m going out with some of them Friday night,” she said, deciding that it was going to be fun watching Sheri in action.

“What about you, any dates in mind yet?” she asked James.

“We’ll see,” he smiled. “I want to see what being quarterback brings my way. You found anyone yet?” he teased, knowing how shy she was.

“I’m not in any hurry,” Jamie said. “Besides, no one’s really paid any special attention to me yet.”

“They will, especially when they see you out there jumping around in your cheerleading outfit.”

Then they went into the house where their mother, June, was beginning to fix dinner. As they began to help with the dinner, they told her of their day in school, John being especially proud of having earned the starting quarterback position on the football team.

“Your father will be real proud of you,” she said. “He called and said he’d be a little late tonight, so we’ll eat before he gets home.”

As they sat down to eat, June’s mind wandered to her husband, Art. Art’s new job had come as a big surprise to them. A guy they had met at a building convention, Larry Hughes, had offered Art a substantial raise and the possibility of a partnership to move from Oregon to Nebraska. It was an offer they couldn’t refuse. The cost of living in Nebraska was lower than Oregon, and with more money. They just couldn’t have done so well in Oregon. And the kids seemed to be really happy, too. That had been a big worry, but they had seemed to fit right in with no problems at school. Now James was on the football team and Jamie was cheerleading. They had always been together and done everything together, right from the womb.

Meanwhile, Art was at his office working to finish a project that needed to be presented the next day. As he worked, he thought, for the 10,000th time, how lucky he had been to meet Larry at that convention. Even if it had been in a topless illegal bahis siteleri bar after a particularly long seminar, they had seemed to hit it off right away. Then Larry had offered him the job over dinner one night with their wives. He was shocked, and after discussing it with June that night, they had accepted the next day. Within two weeks, they had sold their house and moved to Nebraska. He had been busy ever since. The work was everything Larry had said, with seemingly endless possibilities.

As he finished up his work and gathered his briefcase to leave, Art saw a light on in Larry’s office. Since Larry frequently worked late, this was not unusual, so Art pushed the door open to say goodnight. As he looked in the office, Art saw Larry sitting on the edge of his desk facing the door, his pants down around his ankles, his secretary sucking his cock on her hands and knees. Because the door had been partially open, he had made no noise when he entered. Larry looked up and saw him and looked startled. Then he smiled and put his finger to his lips to warn him to be quiet. The secretary hadn’t noticed that he was standing there watching her suck his cock.

As he stood there watching, he noticed that Larry’s secretary was really getting into sucking on his cock. She would bob up and down on it, massaging his balls as she noisily sucked on his dick. Larry held her hair in one hand as he pumped her mouth up and down on his dick, pushing it into the back of her throat before letting it slide out to her lips where she teased the head and sucked at the slit at the end before swallowing it again into her mouth. Then as Larry started to cum, he held her face against him, pumping his jism deep into her mouth and filling it as she choked trying to swallow it all. Art backed quietly out of the office as she was sucking the last of his cum from his cock.

As he drove home, Art couldn’t believe what he had seen. Larry’s wife, Mary, was beautiful, a real knockout, brunette with big breasts and a wide, sensual mouth that looked so inviting. But, he had to admit, Larry’s secretary Dawn really sucked cock well. Maybe he’d get June to go down on him tonight. It had been a while.

As he arrived at the house and went inside, June greeted him with a big kiss, while Jamie gave him a hug. She was really growing up, he noticed. Soon enough the boys at school were going to be trying to get her to suck their cocks, he mused. But she’s a really good girl. He trusted her common sense.

After eating his supper and watching TV for a while, Art said good night to James and Jamie and went into his bedroom with June. Pushing the door shut, he grabbed her and kissed her with conviction, causing her to rise to her toes and push her body against his. Probing with his tongue in her mouth, Art began to massage her breasts, feeling the nipples harden under his hands. Pulling her shirt off, he released her breasts to his unimpeded access, her pert nipples sticking up, begging for attention. Falling to his knees, he began to suck on her breasts, worrying her nipples with his teeth and lips, sucking as much of her full breasts into his mouth as he could, massaging them with his hands.

As June stood there holding his head against her breasts, she felt herself responding to his sucking. Reaching behind her, she undid her skirt and let it slide to the floor, leaving her in her panties. Art reached between her legs and cupped her sex, gently massaging her entire pussy through her panties. Then he tugged her panties down, enabling her to step from them, leaving her as naked as a jay in front of him, her soft, downy-blonde hair barely covering her pussy.

He pushed her back onto the bed, pushing her knees up and aside as he exposed her pussy to his view. He could see her pussy lips pouting open, moisture pooling at the entrance to her hole, her clit straining to get out from between her pussy lips. He lowered his face to her pussy and ran his tongue the entire length of it, slurping her juices as he fastened his lips upon her clit, sucking it into his mouth. June began to squirm on the bed as his tongue got her juices flowing. As he buried his tongue up in her hole, she clamped his head against her pussy, pressing it into her as she ground her hips into his face. Then she felt her orgasm hit her as wave after wave of delight washed over her body, her juices bathing Art’s tongue as he lapped her up. When he finished licking her, he crawled up on top of her and kissed her, swirling his tongue around in her mouth, letting her taste herself on him.

She kissed him back fervently, then rolled him over and began undressing him. She pulled his briefs down, freeing his already hardened cock. Grasping his cock in her hands, June began to probe the slit at the end, pushing her tongue into it before she began to lick and suck the head of his cock, teasing it with her tongue. Then she licked the entire length of his cock, stopping to carefully lick and lightly suckle on his balls, then returned canlı bahis siteleri to the head of his cock, letting it slide into her mouth, her tongue bathing it as she sucked it into the back of her throat.

As June began to suck on his cock, Art couldn’t help thinking about seeing Larry sucked off by Dawn. As he remembered, he felt his own cock responding to his memory of the event and also by June’s enthusiastic ministrations. As she continued to suck his cock into her throat, Art felt his balls begin to churn, warning him of his impending orgasm. As he began to pump his load into her mouth, June greedily slurped his cum up, swallowing it all as fast as it filled her mouth. When he finished cumming, she continued to lick and suck on his cock, slowly urging it into a state of readiness again. Then she quickly jumped up on top of him, positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy, lowering herself onto him.

As she felt his cock fill her, June was filled with a sense of joy. God, life was so nice, she thought. I hope everyone’s as happy as I am here. As she continued to ride Art’s cock, June could feel it sliding in and out of her slippery pussy as she bounced up and down on it. Then Art rolled her over, not letting his cock slide from her pussy as he rolled her onto her back, hooking her knees over his shoulders as he began to stroke her. With her knees over his shoulders, Art had an unimpeded view of June’s pussy as his cock slid in and out of it, her pussy lips wrapped around his cock each time he drew back, only to plunge once more into her pussy, where the velvet pussy muscles gently massaged his cock. As he felt himself moving to orgasm again, Art reached down and began to massage June’s clit as he pumped her, driving her to orgasm even as his own began to shake him. With a strangled cry, Art pumped his second load of cum into June, this time between her other lips. When they finished cumming, they both collapsed on the bed, spent.

The next day as James and Jamie walked to school, they ran into Sheri, Heather, and Janice on the way. As they all walked together, it was obvious that the three girls were finding James to be quite attractive, especially when they heard he had made starting quarterback. Jamie watched with amusement as Sheri and Heather shamelessly flirted with James, giving her quick smiles all the while.

Once they arrived at school and James went to his class, Sheri looked at Jamie.

“How come you never told us your brother was so cute?” she demanded.

“You never asked,” Jamie replied. “Besides, he’s my brother. I know he’s good-looking, but I never thought of it like that.”

“Well, I’m going to get him to go out with me,” Sheri declared. “I’m going to make it a goal of mine.”

“No, you’re not,” Heather said, “I am. I think he’d be fun to snuggle up with.”

“All right,” Janice said, “a competition. How are we going to know who wins?”

“Wins what?” Sheri asked. “Who he goes out with first?”

“Sure, why not?” Janice said. “Are you afraid that Heather will get him first?”

“I’ll bet that not only does he go out with me first, but that I can get him in my bed, too,” Sheri declared.

“I don’t think that James is like that,” Jamie said.

“You’re just saying that because he’s your brother,” Heather said. “All boys are like that. You won’t be mad, will you?”

“Of course not. I mean, if he wants to go out with you or even get in your bed with you, that’s his business. I just think he’s not the kind of guy you think.”

“Well, we’ll see,” Sheri said. “Tonight you’ll see what kind of moves I can put on a guy if I want to, then you can tell me he’s not like that. I’ll even make it better. I’ll make sure you get to watch when it happens. What about you Heather, you willing to do that?”

“I don’t know if I’m ready to have you three watching me from some corner while I’m with a guy,” Heather replied.

“Well, I’m not ashamed of it,” Sheri said. “You’ll see.”

“What about tonight,” Janice asked, “how are we going to do that?”

“Well, I’ll make sure we’re back at my parents’ house at 10:00 o’clock. You guys get there earlier and hide in the study. You can see through the doorway if you leave the lights in the study off and keep quiet. I’ll keep him in the living room.”

With that, they agreed to meet that evening at Sheri’s house and to wait there for her to return with John. All day long, Jamie thought about what Sheri had said. What if James was interested in going out with her? Her body sure was nice and she was sure James would think so, too. But would he let her get him in bed? We’ll see, she thought.

That afternoon at cheerleading practice, Jamie watched Sheri and Heather, trying to see what it was that made them so different from the other girls. The other girls were just as pretty, had bodies that were just as nice, it was just something different about Sheri, and Heather probably did it just to show Sheri she was as good as her. In the showers afterwards, Sheri talked about nothing but how she was going to snare John that night. As she talked, she would squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. Then one time she furiously rubbed herself between the legs before rinsing off and getting dressed.

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Those of you have read some of my previous articles will know my history and my close relationship with my very best friend forever, L We have known each other a long time and like most girls who are close, have experimented sexually to find limits of what we enjoy. I am sure boys are the same way; however, society tends to accept closeness between women, which is seldom experienced by men. We do, after all, go to toilets in pairs, we hug and kiss openly upon greeting, and we show off our shapely figures (or not so shapely) in alluring manners.

More and more men treat women with less respect then they should and it is therefore not surprising that more and more women turn to each other for comfort and confidence, which in many cases leads to intimacy. So was the case between L and myself. I may write about my upbringing in a future article in order to offer some perspective on why I have become the way I am, buy for now simply accept that I am quite promiscuous and because my husband spends so much time travelling for his work, I have a mountain of time to pursue my desires. That, coupled with a very high libido, has offered me dozens of opportunities over the years to explore and usually push the envelope.

Two weeks ago L and I went shopping, as we often do. Not only have we been inseparably best friends for fifty years but we are the same age and up until ten years ago used to be the same size and shape. Unfortunately L has added a few kilos to her weight and is now a good dozen heavier than myself. I am holding at 58 Kg. (128 lbs.), but not without a tremendous effort. I work out aerobically every day and have managed to keep most of the sag from my buttocks and thighs from happening. My breasts are slowly starting to slump, but at a much slower rate than most women and I am proud to say that, although they were augmented when I was young, I have had the silicone removed and they still hold their own.

I am still a 38 although my cup has gone from C to D, whereas L who is a C cup has gone from a 38 to a 40. Her butt is rounder than mine and nowhere near as firm but she has managed to keep her tummy tight, which makes her boobs look larger (a trick I learned form a good friend many years ago) and still quite attractive. L has never married and although has had many lesbian affairs, has also been with numerous men over the years. There has been nothing, which came even close, to the loving and caring relationship her and I enjoy and have for all these years; not even my husband.

It was, for that reason that you should not be surprised we went to her condo after our shopping adventure to try on all the clothes we purchased. I had selected another bathing suit (the ten I have are just not enough) for an upcoming vacation to Europe. L suggested I try it on and show her, as she did not have an opportunity to see it in the store. I went to the bedroom and removed my clothes, putting the two piece suit on and adjusting certain parts appropriately.

I returned to her living room wearing only the suit and she gasped in acceptance of how it looked. She told me to turn around slowly so she could see and commented on the lack of material, especially in the bottoms. It was a string made by Wicked Weasel, which only coved the necessary bits, but a total wax of my pubic area is a must in order to wear this outfit.

The leopard skinned top is half a size smaller than I am, making my breasts appear as if they are about to fall out. I purposely bounced up and down a few times to show how well they held my girls in place by the tiny bits of material. We often try on clothes in L’s living room as she is on the 30th floor of a condo with a tall apartment building directly across the street. Often we have seen people staring casino siteleri into her window as we parade around nude or partially naked and the tantalizing ritual has become quite a turn in for both of us.

“Let me try it on?” L asked. I smiled and unashamedly reached behind my back and unclasped the top. I held it in place while L removed her blouse and lacy bra. I stared at her breasts (although I have seen them dozens of times) as if they were the most amazing objects I had ever seen. I lowered my hands and handed her the bikini top as she in turn, gazed at my nakedness. “Help me hook it up,” she said, as she fumbled with the clasp. I reached behind her and did my best, but the material was certainly stretched to its limit. She turned and we both laughed as her breasts were squashed into place and it made her look like a cheap slut.

I stood before her still laughing as I reached around her to undo the clasp. As I did, the bathing suit top fell to the floor and we stood facing with our naked breasts centimeters away from each other. Our eyes met and L ‘s face moved toward mine. I responded by moving mine closer and a moment later our lips were pressed against each other sending that all too familiar sensation throughout my body.

I slowly, lovingly pushed my tongue forward and felt her lips part as she accepted my wet appendage as it ended her mouth. She responded with her tongue circling mine and through suction and motion we were darting in and out of each other’s mouths. After a few moments I could softly hear L moan and I moved my face to press my cheek against hers. I felt her hands slide long my back to my naked buttocks. “I am so wet,” I whispered in her ear and I felt her press her hands against my bottom, pushing me harder against her.

I have lays been submissive in sex and love being taken advantage of in a domineering manner. L has discovered my many ‘hot spots’ over the years and as she began to nibble my ear I moaned softly in hers. I felt her hand move from my back to between us until she readily felt the small triangle of cloth, which covered my womanhood. I felt her massage it slowly and could sense the juice trickling from the small opening as she stoked the material. A moment later L stepped back and knelt down, pushing the strings of my bottom down along my thighs, at the same time exposing my recently waxed private bits.

I suddenly began to shiver when I felt her tongue sloppily, but expertly dart around my opening. Each time it came in contact with my clit I trembled, enjoying every moment. “You’re going too fast,” I said, quietly. “You are making me cum.”

“Lay on the floor,” L commanded and I obeyed. I felt her carpet against my nude back and bottom and sensed L’s hands push against my inner thighs. I parted my legs vulnerably and watched as she lowered her head, pushing her face down into my love nest. She began to eat me hard, flicking her tongue and biting my lips. The sensation felt unbelievable and I placed both my hands on her blonde hair, pushing her head hard against me. She lapped up the juices as they spat from my honey pot and I was unable to hold back. I tightened my leg muscles against her face and as my tummy convulsed I let my release take its course. I faintly heard L cough as my love juices were now squirting from my opening. I could feel them shoot into her mouth and heard her hungrily lapping up each drop. I have squirted as far as 2 metres during passionate masturbation, especially if my g-spot is excited, and could only imagine her mouth being filled to capacity.

After what seemed an eternity I glanced down and saw L raise her head grinning. “How was that,” she casually asked.

“Just amazing,” I replied. “I so want to satisfy you,” I said. She slot oyna stood, while I remained naked on the carpet and I watched her undo her jeans. She let them fall and pushed her panties down. I trembled again as I stood staring at her shaven pussy and watched her reach her hands down to fondle her longing womanhood. She smiled as she masturbated herself almost directly above me and lowered herself in such a way that her opening was over my mouth. I could taste the sweet wetness of her femininity as her pussy pressed against my lips. A moment later I felt her mouth on me as we began to enjoy each other in a sixty-nine position.

I felt my head pressed between her thighs, at the same time squeezing mine against hers. I knew I would cum again, but wanted to make sure that I waited until she reached her orgasm first. It did not take long. I felt her hands groping my body and pinching my nipples, while mine explored her buttocks, pushing them harder against my face. Hungrily I lapped at her desire as her juice flowed freely into my mouth. My finger probed the tight opening of her bum hole and she moaned as I pushed against it. The moisture surrounding her hole made it easy for my finger to slide inside. I pushed back and forth, deeper with each penetration until I felt her muscles tighten and scream loudly as she succumbed to her desires. She trembled and shook and her love nest erupted like a volcano. Instantly my mouth filled with her cum and I knew I could not hold back any longer. I squeezed her buttocks hard as I hungrily drank her juice, just as I exploded for a second time. Again she was eager to catch every drop and we held each other tight in our sixty-nine position, while we lovingly waited for each other to experience the full effect of our mutual orgasm. Suddenly I stiffened as I heard a noise behind me.

L also became rigid and moved from on top of me to glance around the sofa. I heard her scream and, still dazed from my orgasm, tried to make sense of what I saw. Standing there, in the opening between the hall and the living room was DE, L’s younger sister (I say younger, but she is 52). I screamed and sat on my knees staring in disbelief as D stood, mouth agape, gaping at her sister and her best friend naked before her.

I know it was only seconds, but seemed an eternity before L jumped and raced into the bedroom. By now I was standing and still staring at DE. I saw her eyes stare at my breasts and then to my womanhood and I immediately ran to the bedroom as well. L had thrown on a robe and darted past me, tears falling from her cheeks. I quickly dressed and joined her and her sister in the living room.

L had completely forgotten that DE was coming over to help her with a recipe and coincidentally, because our hands were full when we arrived from shopping, we forgot to lock the door when we came in (it was actually my fault, as I was the last one inside). Strangely no one spoke of what had happened and DE thought it best if she returned another time. I too decided I should leave, but waited until L’s sister had made her way through the exit.

“I don’t know what to say,” I stuttered. L smiled nervously and opened her arms to hug me. “I’m so embarrassed,” I said.

“I know,” L replied. “The worst thing is I did not hear her come in so I don’t know how long she was standing there. It was a thought, which had never occurred to me, but as I drove home I began to relive the events and found myself becoming quite amorous, to the point where I felt the need to masturbate as I drove (something I do quite often).

By Monday I had put the event in the background so you can imagine how stunned I was when DE phoned me at work. She called to apologize and asked if we could meet for a coffee. I was a little canlı casino siteleri shaken and before I had an opportunity to think about it I agreed.

We met later that afternoon at Starbucks and she was already sitting there when I arrived. Nervously we chatted and again she apologized. I told her not to worry about it and that I was more concerned for L She shocked me when she said she had seen the two of us together a long time ago. I didn’t know what to say but she flattered me by telling me that she thought I had improved with age.

I asked her why she wanted to meet today and she explained that she could not stop thinking about Saturday and she had masturbated many times. I asked her if her husband knew and she said no. She said that she tried to put the event out of her mind, but was unable to. She said she didn’t want to go to L with her feelings and shockingly, she blurted out that she would really love to see my breasts again.

I was stunned and didn’t know what to say. I did not know what to do, but honestly, more people have seen my boobs than I can count, so I just said ‘OK’, in the car, not in the restaurant. I told her to go out and I would join her after I went to the bathroom.

I was wearing a white blouse and jeans and removed my bra, which I stuffed into my bag. Fortunately no one was there so I was not embarrassed. I went outside and saw her sitting in her Toyota at one end of the parking lot. I stepped in and she nervously smiled.

“So all you want is to see my ‘girls’?” I asked. She nodded and told me how beautiful she thought they were. “May I see yours, as well?”

I unbuttoned my blouse and slowly opened it, exposing my breasts. She stared at them with her mouth open and I said she could touch them if she wanted to. Slowly she reached out and began to massage one of them. After a few moments I asked if they felt OK. She nodded and I saw her rub her groin. I told her it would be ok if she wanted to relieve herself. She undid the buttons on her blouse and exposed her braless breasts. They were smaller than I had imagined, especially because she was large in size. They were actually not very flattering.

She moaned when I touched her girls and looked a little surprised, but immediately fumbled with her zipper. A moment later her hand began to massage between her legs. I musty honestly admit that I was not as turned on as I expected I would be, mainly because DE was very heavy and appeared unkempt, two qualities, which really do not do much for my arousal. She continued to massage my breast and I moved my hand between her legs. I found the wet opening quickly and as I fumbled with my finger, she removed her hand and fondled both my breasts. I must admit it felt nice and I was surprisingly becoming somewhat turned on. I told her to grab both my boobs and as she did I leaned over pushing my finger hard into what felt like a very hairy pussy.

I fingered her in and out and she moaned and I asked if it felt good. I told her to squeeze me hard and I felt her cunt pulsate. I moved around in the tight car compartment in such a way that I was able to lower my head over her lap. I told her to keep an eye out for passersby while I slowly began to lick between her legs.

She moved his hands in such a way that she could squeeze my breasts and as she did I felt her become more and more soaked. Suddenly she began to shake and moan and I knew she was about to explode. Her pussy burst and her love juice squirted hard into my mouth. Hungrily I swallowed every drop, for I did not want to soil my clothes, besides I do enjoy the taste.

A moment later we were finished and awkwardly we said goodbye and I returned to my car. I drove home and immediately stripped and fondled myself, realizing my husband was out. I came quickly and relaxed in a hot bath. Later that night, when I was curled up in a chair with a book the phone rang. It was L “DE just dropped by,” she said. I stared at the receiver and began to tremble.

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Then came an unexpected knock on the door as Linda walked back in. She was with someone. Victor ducked into the guest suite to avoid being seen in his embarrassing maid uniform. But she called out for him, “Hi, honey, hey I’ve asked the cleaning crew to show you how to tidy up the room. Come here.” Victor saw two cleaning ladies enter into the apartment with a cart. “Victor, these ladies are going to show you what to do. They are not going to do the work. They will provide the cleaning materials and tell you what to do. I expect you to cooperate with them.” She handed a $50 bill to each of the ladies as a tip and then left again.

The women looked at Victor with an obvious smile that caused him to turn beet red. They proceeded to tell him what to do while chatting with each other. Victor hung up clothes that were strewn all over the floor. He rearranged their shoes that had been kicked off in the heat of the moment. He dusted the table, emptied the garbage can. On the bed, he noticed a large wet spot. As he pulled the sheets off, he marveled at how much his wife’s lover could come.

The ladies had him clean up the bathroom next, changing out the towels, scrubbing the toilet and mopping the floor. One of them remarked how the outfit looked very cute on him and asked if he liked wearing it. He responded only that ‘No…it’s only because my wife makes me wear it.’ The ladies looked at each other with a smile of disbelief. They clearly knew the truth. Victor ignored them and started to hand wash the panties that had casino oyna been soaking. Even after the first rinsing, he could still sense the smell of semen. He soaped them again and washed them very thoroughly before hanging them up to dry.

Finally, the room was clean. Victor was looking forward to finally changing out of his clothes and joining his wife for breakfast. The ladies proceeded to leave, but then they remembered something. “Sir, your wife asked me to put this key into the safe deposit box for her.”

Victor immediately recognized the key that she had kept securely around her neck. “It’s ok. I’ll take care of it,” he offered smoothly.

“No, no, sir, she specifically asked that I put it in the safe for her and set a new passcode.”

Victor was getting annoyed. “No, it’s ok. If you set a code, it’ll be a hassle…so it’s all the same. You can leave now. I’ll take the key the promise to put it in the safe.” Victor hurriedly took the key from her, and hustled them out the door.

He breathed a sigh of relief. He knew he should not cheat, but felt that he had waited long enough to have sexual release, and hence felt self-justified that he had been treated unfairly. He took off the French maid outfit, and proceeded to try to unlock himself. He found, however, that the key wouldn’t fit. He tried repeatedly, but with no luck. “Dammit!” he said to himself as he grudgingly put the key in the safe, got dressed, and went downstairs.

He found his wife and Brad at a booth eating breakfast. It looked like they had slot oyna to wait for a table, and had just started. “Hi, darling, you look refreshed. Did you clean up the room nicely?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Did the cleaning lady put the key the safe?”

Victor chose his words carefully and replied back so as to avoid lying, “Rest assured, the key is secured in the safe.”

After they entered the suite again, Linda reached into her purse and pulled out her necklace with the chastity belt key. She asked Victor to put the clasp around her neck. “Ah-ha, no wonder the other key didn’t work,” he thought to himself. She had sent a dummy key. He realized he had been duped – it was a test. “Victor, I asked the cleaning lady to send me a text message with the new code for the safe, but I haven’t seen any message.”

“Yes, that’s because I wanted to be helpful, so I put it in the safe for them.”

“Victor, I specifically asked HER to put the key in the safe and send ME the code.” She looked cross.

“Oh, I didn’t know that.”

“No, I was very clear with them. Victor, why did you not let her put the key in the safe?”

Victor tried to change the subject and play it cool. “Just relax, Linda, I know the code. It’s 734.”

Brad interrupted, “Victor, that’s not the point. You’re being evasive. Your wife is asking you why you didn’t let them put the key in the safe like they asked you to.”

Victor didn’t expect Brad to intrude into this argument. Suddenly feeling defensive, he blurted out, “Well, what’s the big canlı casino siteleri deal? The key didn’t-“

Linda jumped at this, “Didn’t what? Didn’t work in unlocking your chastity belt?”

Victor stood silent, realizing he had been caught in his own deceitfulness.

“You tried to unlock yourself, didn’t you?” There was silence. “Answer me!”

“Yes,” he admitted softly. Victor resented how they had effectively set up a trap. He resigned himself to telling the truth as this point. He considered for a moment how he had not been able to reward himself with sexual release, but he knew better. It was immaterial. What mattered was that he had attempted to release himself without permission.

Linda let out a deep sigh of disappointment. “Oh, Victor, you were so close to being released. I was just telling Brad over breakfast how well you’ve done. I was going to award you an A for your conduct, and I was planning for us to consummate our marriage tonight.”

To Victor however, her disappointment was less than honest. She was saying it more to scold him, and to prepare him for whatever she had in mind next, not with regret over what happened.

“I’m so sorry,” he replied. “It was a momentary lapse of reason.” He felt a heaviness in his testicles.

“Well I’m sorry that I have to lower your grade. You get an F for lying to me, and trying to cheat.”

Victor was devastated. “Please Linda, listen to me. Please let me make it up?”

Linda replied firmly, “You can certainly make it up to me, but rules are rules, and you will have to be punished again, and severely.” She shook her head in disappointment, but added, “Victor, you will learn, even if it has to be the hard, painful way. You will learn…I’m going to make sure.”

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It was the evening before I was to have 40 million dollars transferred in to my account. I was pretty excited; this meant I could now afford to have a kick-ass mansion built on my island. I would then retire to my island, until I grew bored of it. I reckon it was gonna take about six months from designing, to building my mansion. I would of course be designing each room myself, with the help of an architect.

There was a knock on the door.

“God damn it who the hell is that now?”

I was hoping to get an early night. Well, it was 20:00 now so whoever it was would be gone way before 00:00. I opened the door to find Anya standing there wearing some tight jeans, and an equally tight t-shirt. She was wearing that magnificent smile, and hugged me as soon as she saw me. I hugged her hard, as I didn’t want this to end but she finally pushed back. I had not seen Anya since two days ago when we had dinner after lunch. After she had hugged me, she stepped passed me in to my home. I stared at her ass, and stopped. I have to go to the bank to get 40 million dollars tomorrow morning at 08:00!

“Uhhh Anya? Are you planning to stay the night?”

Jesus I was about as subtle as a Doberman.

“Of course silly! But don’t worry; we’re not fucking. I know you have to get up early tomorrow. I was hoping we could just… You know… Hang out.”

“Oh right. Ok. Sure. But I do have to go to bed early. It is a school night,” I laughed.

Anya smiled, and sat down on the larger of my couches. I sat next to her, and was lost for words.

“So errrr… What did you want to do? Have you eaten? Would you like a drink?”

She smiled; I think she was probably holding back a laugh.

“I haven’t decided yet. Yes. And a glass of red wine; any will do. Do you have any single malt whiskey?”

Jesus. My girl was asking for single malt whiskey! I had no idea if I had any or not. I doubted it. I’m not a whiskey drinker. I’m not a drinker to be honest.

“Errrr I’ll check about the whiskey. Stay there and I’ll bring the drinks up. Actually do you wanna come with me down in to the cellar? If there are any single malt’s in the house they’ll be down there.”

“Sure; I can check out your wine too.”

We went down in to the wine cellar and Anya spent about five whole minutes checking each wine, and all the two bottles of single malt whiskey I had. After she had picked, we went back up stairs, and I poured myself in a cider.

We sat back down on the couch, and I was again lost for words. As I was putting on some music (I love Enya), Anya started the conversation about who had brought all the wines down in my cellar; as I obviously knew nothing of wines. I told her that Helen had helped me choose this house, and she was also very much in to wines. From there we talked about everything from fashion, to the mansion I was going to design. At this point it was near to 23:00 and Anya and I were lying in each others arms in my bed. Anya started to kiss me, as she could probably not think of what else to talk about. I reached up for her boob and groped her, and tweaked her nipple. I then started to rub her crotch through her jeans, and she started to moan in my mouth. I slipped a hand under her t-shirt, and started to grope her breasts under through her bra. I was in heaven, until Anya broke the kiss, and illegal bahis said that we should get to sleep now, as we had an early start in the morning. She undressed in front of me, but left her sexy dark green bra and matching panties on. I on the other hand sleep naked, and so we again drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

We were abruptly awoken by my alarm clock, which I threw at the wall. It exploded in a fury of metal cogs, glass and plastic. I started to go back to sleep, until Anya told me to get up. It was ironic that she was telling me to get up as she was the one on top of me. I had a dilemma on my hands; currently I was in heaven with Anya lying in my arms in a nice warm bed. But on the other hand: if I got up I would be rewarded with 40 million dollars. Before I could decide, Anya threw the covers off me; liberating all heat from the bed, and exposing me to the chilly air. Anya was in and out of the bathroom before I had even got up from bed. It was 06:00 so I had an hour to get ready; plenty of time. I used my access time to tease and annoy Anya; she is the most sexiest thing when she gets angry. I told her so and she grinned, but still looked angry.

As we were going to the bank to meet my clients, Anya just couldn’t help getting me back by rubbing my crotch, and kissing my neck. I was rock hard by the time we had parked in the underground car park of the bank. I was reluctant to go out; because it would look as though I had a SPAS12 shotgun in my pants. Anya laughed at me as I painfully got up, and then added to my torture by bending down to adjust her shoe: she wasn’t wearing any underwear. I caught up with her couldn’t stop feeling her bare ass under her tight, short business skirt. We went in to the lift, and Anya pressed the control as my hands (And tongue) were busy. I hear 9 beeps till the lift stopped; I was surprised to see that we had gotten to the right level on time; as usually all the major transactions were done on level 16. Anya broke our kiss, but the doors weren’t open. The lights flickered, and then the control display said:

“Lift stopped due to technical difficulties. Please use the telephone provided to call for assistance,”

“Awwwww shit.” I said.

“I’ll phone Helen and tell them that were gonna be late,” Anya sighed.

I picked up the phone, and waited for a reply.

“Yellow? Who’s there then?” Said a man who sounded as though he had just come out of the stone age greeted me.

“Errr hi, I’m stuck in one of your lifts,” I said rather dumbly.

“Oh right… Well err… Sorry but I’m just about to go to my lunch mate, but I’ll phone the other technicians… But I have to warn you; we’ve had complaints all day; photocopiers, scanners, PCs the lot. I reckon you’ll be in there for quite a while: about 1 ½ hours at least.”

“What do you mean ‘I’m just about to go to lunch’? Well can’t you just put off lunch?”

“Calm down now, calm down. It aint too bad in there is it? Do you have any one with you to keep you company?”

“Well yeah…”

“Well then! You just sit tight for about 2 hours, and we’ll get you out in no time. Oh, and I’d take off some of your clothes now, cos there aint gonna be any a/c if the lifts not moving.”

“But…”

He had hung up. Anya looked at me for an answer.

“He said that they’re gonna be about illegal bahis siteleri 1 ½ to 2 hours.”

Anya looked shocked.

“And he said that we better take our clothes off.” I added with a surprisingly straight face.

Anya looked doubtful.

“No really; he said that if the lifts not moving, there won’t be any a/c,”

Anya squinted at me as if to see if I were telling the truth, and sat down in the opposite corner of me. I sat down beside her, and leant in to kiss her. She pulled off and said smugly:

“If there isn’t any a/c we better stay cool don’t you think?”

I was lost for words. But I did have an idea. I took off my jacket, shirt, and pants. I was there in my boxers looking at Anya when she looked down at my crotch. My cock was rock hard. I looked back up at Anya but she was still staring at the tent in my pants. I got up, and pretended that I was looking at the elevator controls, but I knew too well that because my boxers have no buttons at the front of them I had slipped out. I set my watch to go off in 1 ½ hours, and turned around to see Anya staring as if in a daze at my rigid cock. I smiled, and sat back down; my cock staring at the ceiling just like it had done the week before, when I had fucked Anya for the first time.

“You know you wanna.”

She looked up at me, and scowled. I could see that her forehead was beginning to get sweaty, and as she took off her business jacket; her under arms were equally wet. By the way she was pushing her legs together; her pussy must have been soaked. I started to stroke my cock, as I did so Anya licked her lips. I dunno why this girl loved sucking cock and swallowing come so much, but I was not complaining. I took my boxers off completely, and then sat next to Anya. I started to kiss her neck and she moaned.

“I hate you,”

I smiled, and started to descend to her shoulders, and by doing so I lowered her blouse. I started to unbutton her blouse, and lower her bra straps. As she wasn’t wearing any panties it wasn’t too much trouble getting at her sopping pussy after I had gotten pass (Practically ripped it off) her skirt. I took her bra off and started to plant light pecks on her boobs leading up to her nipples. I licked and sucked each nipple; which were both rock hard because of the heat and my teasing. Anya grabbed my cock and started to stroke me up and down. She got up, and dragged me with her by my cock. She then put her hands to the wall and shoved her ass out to me. I took hold of her hips and started to enter her. Damn I don’t know how I could have survived one night without fucking this girl. Her love box was incredible. It fit me like a glove; a very tight glove. I pushed all the way in to her and she let out a little moan. I then began to pull slowly out just stopping before my head popped out of her pussy. I pumped her slow for about 10 minutes. Until I shoved my cock hard in to her, and turned her around whilst she was still skewered on my rigid member.

I started to go at her hard and slow, each time lifting her right off the ground whilst my tongue explored her mouth. After about 45 minutes; I could feel that she was about to come; because her pussy was starting to clench over my cock, and I was finding it increasingly difficult to pull my cock out of her dripping pussy. I grabbed her ass, canlı bahis siteleri and by pulling her ass cheeks apart I could allow myself to pull out of her gripping pussy. Her moans had changed from long groans to little squeals. I let go of her ass, and as she started to come rammed my entire length in to her and lifted her off ground with only my cock holding her up. She let out a scream, and as the full blast of her orgasm hit her, my balls were saturated with her juices. She looked as though he was in heaven when I finally put her down. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t came, the fuck I had just had was one I would not forget in a while.

Anya started to come back to reality; and saw my erect cock covered with her pussy juices. She instantly dropped to her knees, and started lick her pussy juice off my cock. When my cock was clean, and shiny; she started on my balls, and sucked all the juices she could find off. She then went straight back to my cock, I fucked her face and within four pumps I was in her mouth and throat up to the hilt. Damn her throat felt so good on my head that I started to pump her face harder and faster. She started to moan and the vibrations went straight to my cock; I could feel the come starting to rise from my balls. I pulled out so my head was resting in Anya’s sweet mouth and I came with such force that her eyes went the size of base balls. I carried on coming, and she just kept swallowing. For the final blast I shoved my cock all the way back down her throat, and shot the remainder of my come. Anya was still swallowing, and the feeling of her trying to swallow my cock, as well as my come felt so great on my member that I started to come again. I came in her mouth this time, and she swallowed my second load just as fast as my first. Nothing was spared, as she ate her second breakfast of the day. I pulled out of her mouth, and she smiled up at me. Just then my watch started to beep; and we rushed to pull our clothes on. I had just put my jacket on, when the same gruff voice that had answered the telephone said:

“Hello? Are you still down there?”

“No, we fixed it our selves!” I shouted back,

“Oh well that’s alright then I can get back to my post then,” the voice answered back,

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry. Just get us outta here!”

“Alright we’ll have you out of there in a jiff,”

It took them about ten minutes to get the elevator working, and us out of there.

“Look, thanks for your help. Sorry I was a bit tense before.” I apologised to the technician.

He looked back in to the elevator quizzically and then looked back at me. I looked around and just remembered that I had forgotten to grab my boxers in my rush to get my clothes back on.

“Looks like you had a good time anyway. I can understand why you were so tense; disturb you did I?” He laughed, as I rushed back to grab my boxers.

The rest of the day; and the transaction that made me in to a multi-millionaire didn’t take too long surprisingly. My clients were understanding about the lift; seemed that the computers on this floor weren’t working anyway, so we had to wait a further 2 hours till a technician (Thankfully not our friend from before) fixed them.

I returned home with Anya, and we decided to celebrate at her place. Anya tempted to make dinner, but I ended up making a second dinner after Anya thoroughly burned the lasagna. Granted that was my fault, as I was the one who was kissing her. We ended up just lying in each others arms, and kissing for the rest of the evening.

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“Careful, lover, or we’re going to have to go again. Why don’t we sleep for a while? We’ve got four games tomorrow,” Dawn said quietly as I played with her nipple. We’d just finished another wonderful lovemaking session, and yet I couldn’t seem to get enough of her.

She was right. We did have a long day ahead the next day. Some of it might even involve the softball tournament. I drifted off, dreaming of about her and I, making spectacular double plays, on the field, and in the bedroom.

~*~*~*~*~*~

The candles had gone out during the night, and yet it was light in Dawn’s bedroom. I suppose I could make some tired joke about ‘waking up at the crack of Dawn’, but she was still resting her head on my shoulder. I’d like to say it was a tender moment, but it actually hurt. Hours of her head resting on the same spot had to take a toll. I was glad it wasn’t my throwing shoulder.

Softball. Softball was the first real thought that entered my mind as I moved. Dawn felt me, and quickly jumped. I must have scared her.

“It’s okay lover. It’s just me,” I said, trying to calm her. I was sure it had been a while since she’d woken up in bed with someone. Not as long as me, but it had to startle her.

“Are we late?” she asked.

“I don’t know. What time are we playing?”

“10:00!”

I looked at the clock on her nightstand.

“No…it’s only seven-thirty. We have time.”

“No! We were supposed to have breakfast as a team this morning!”

“I’d rather eat you instead,” I said, being mischievous.

“I promise we’ll get to that later, babe. We won’t make breakfast with them, but we need to eat something a little more nourishing than each other. I can’t live on just swallowing your cum.”

We got out of bed, and took another shower together. It was totally non-erotic, but our eyes and our minds betrayed us a little. Stealing little glimpses of the other; washing each other’s backs, rubbing innocently against each other in the tiny space. For being non-erotic, it was amazing how it had the opposite effect.

As we stepped out of the shower, we toweled ourselves off. This time it wasn’t because we were in the midst of the delicate throes of foreplay. It was out of necessity. If I had touched Dawn, we would have never left the house. I could see the fire in those steely eyes of hers, and that told me she felt the same way.

We walked out of the bathroom and went to get dressed. We noticed our clothes, folded neatly and stacked just outside the bedroom door. We never saw them as we passed the first time. Dawn laughed as she picked up the note on top. It was from Jill.

“Mark and Jill went to the breakfast. They figured we’d be running late. Jill’s note says she hopes we don’t skip the rest of the tournament. She says she’ll understand, but Mark won’t. She also says she thought that the clothes on the lawn were just a joke, until they saw the puddle on the porch. Mark confirmed it was what he thought it was.”

I laughed out loud and picked up my stuff. Instead of getting dressed right away, I went into the kitchen and made us breakfast, still naked. Sure, it’s not something the health department would approve of. But Dawn did. She stayed naked with me until we finished eating.

“Let me get this straight; a handsome guy with a huge cock who willingly eats out a woman like it’s the most important thing in the world to him; and makes her cum like the Amazon is running between her thighs; and he’s also an amazing athlete and he can cook too! I must have died and gone to heaven.”

I smiled as I cleaned up the kitchen.

We got dressed and packed everything we’d need for a long day at the fields. I really didn’t know what to expect, other than more softball. That only made it more exciting. As long as I was with Dawn, I knew I was going to have fun.

The drive to the fields was uneventful. Dawn had her game face on, and she was ready to play. I could see she had a competitive drive as big as mine, and I decided to join her. If we had to play instead of fuck each other senseless, then we were going to go out to win the damn thing.

We walked from the parking lot with our sports bags on our outside shoulders. Between us, we held hands. Mark and Jill saw us approach, and Jill put her hand over her mouth. Mark gave me a ‘way to go, big guy’ smirk, but didn’t say anything. I think he knew where both Dawn and I were in our lives, and with each other. It was what it was, and he seemed happy for us.

Putting that aside, he seemed a little agitated, or perhaps nervous. I wasn’t sure why. As we got to the dugout, Dawn froze in her tracks.

“Fuck!” she said quietly, but loud enough for me to hear.

My first reaction was she must have seen her old boyfriend. Depending on the point of view, it might have been worse.

Standing to the side was an older gentleman warming up. He wore the same uniform we were wearing; the white jersey version for the days games. Mark was avoiding looking at him, and that had to have casino şirketleri something to do with his demeanor.

“Are you okay?” I asked Dawn.

“That’s Earl’s dad,” she said, pointing at our new silver haired ‘teammate’.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Earl was the bozo of a softball player that Dawn basically forced off the team. His dad was Harry, who was the ‘S’ in S-T Incorporated, the company Mark worked for. Harry was a VP, and Mark’s boss. I swallowed hard, more for Mark than for myself. This was going to be very interesting.

I stayed near Dawn, if for no other reason than she was visibly nervous, and I cared about her. We warmed up together, whipping the ball back and forth, trying to out throw each other. Just the physical nature of it got her juices flowing, and that brought a smile to my face.

As we neared game time, the teams that were already playing on the field had to finish up. It meant we had to wait on the sidelines for a moment. Jill came up to us and smiled.

“I hear you two are having a good time.”

“What makes you say that?” Dawn asked, being coy.

“We heard you two having a good time!”

Dawn didn’t blush this time. She was proud.

“We’ll try to keep it down tonight.”

Dawn’s comeback surprised me, just a little. Jill’s surprised me a lot.

“Please don’t. Mark really fucked the shit out of me last night. He got so horny from hearing you two we did it twice in an hour. That’s a new record!”

I smiled and said, “We’re happy to help. Maybe we can inspire you to set a new one tonight.”

The fact that Dawn and I were so open about what we were going to do later was a huge step for me. I had never really been like that. I suppose being out of town helped me be more bold, but I liked the feeling it gave me. I actually felt sexy being with Dawn, and that was a big boost to my confidence.

The mood broke when Jill saw Harry walk over toward Mark.

“What’s he doing here?” Dawn asked.

“Well, it IS his company, and this is an industry tournament. All the top guys from all the local companies play part of one game. I think it’s some kind of macho thing. Harry is going to pitch the first game today. So we’ll have an extra player for the first game. Someone’s going to have to sit it out.”

I figured that would be me, since I was the guest player and it had to be a guy that sat out because of the tournament rule of an equal number of guys and girls playing the field. I’d still get to bat, but I was already bummed about not playing up the middle with Dawn.

Jill must have sensed what I was thinking.

“Don’t worry Neil. Mark said he was going to sit out the first game.”

“Nah…I understand. I’m the new guy,” I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

“No. Really, he knows you’re a better shortstop. And we need you.”

Mark took the time to introduce me to Harry before we started. I had not had the chance to meet him the day before. He stuck out the big slab of meat he called a hand, and slapped it into mine. He was one of those old school guys that tried to intimidate with a crushing handshake. It didn’t work. I had a father just like him. Same business, same title in the company I worked for. I beat him to the punch and out squeezed him. When we broke the shake, he rubbed his palm like it was sore.

Harry seemed pleased I didn’t back down from him, and that got me through the beginning of the game. But the tension during the game between Mark and Harry, and Harry and Dawn, ran thick during the first couple of innings.

True to his word, Mark sat on the bench and let Harry pitch. And Dawn and I shined up the middle all game long. Harry was not the greatest pitcher I’ve seen in softball, but he was ridiculously predictable. He pitched inside on every batter he faced, and they all pulled him. After the first inning, Dawn and I sat on the bench and talked. We were holding hands; she massaged mine after I took a hard shot bare-handing a ball on a bad hop and throwing it to her for a force at second.

“They’ve all pulled the ball,” she said, almost like she was talking to herself.

“He’s pitching inside. Every time,” confirming what we had seen.

Dawn nodded. “If he does that on the next batter, we just need to play the pull, and we’ll cover each other up the middle in case they swing a little late.”

I’d never played with a guy that got the game that well. We were up by 12 going into the top of the fourth. The tournament was set up to get through games quickly. Batters started with a 1-1 count, and second fouls on third strikes counted as an out. And for the mercy rule, it went into effect if you were up 12 after four innings, or up 10 after five.

We went onto the field to start the fourth knowing we needed to hold them to win early. In a tournament, ending games early was huge so you don’t waste energy you’ll need in a later game.

Dawn made a great play up the middle on the first batter, and after Harry walked the next, she and I turned a casino firmaları cool double play to end the game. I dove to make a stop, flipped the ball to her from my knees; and she caught it barehanded as she crossed the bag and threw side-armed to nip the runner at first. She had kept running toward me after she threw.

She knelt next to me, and leaned down. We kissed right there, just to the third base side of second. Then she got up and helped me up, and we walked off the field holding our arms around each other’s waists.

The first person to meet us as we walked off the field was Mark, who high fived us both. The second was Harry. He was ecstatic.

“I’ve never pitched a shutout before!” he said loudly.

We were surprised by his enthusiasm. He had almost shouted it. He looked at us and winked.

“Sorry. I used to work for the guy who owns that company. That’s the first time I’ve beaten him, thanks to you two.”

We nodded, but I could sense Dawn’s nervousness again. I let go of her ribs and took her hand, letting her know I was right there for her. I suppose it was my way of protecting her, as small as it seemed at the time. But it seemed to affect her positively.

Harry saw what we had done, and he smiled.

“Dawn, you’ve never looked happier.”

He gestured back and forth between the two of us, smiling.

“I don’t know what this is between you, but it suits you, both of you. You deserve it Dawn. And Neil; thanks for playing with us. You were amazing. And thanks for all you and your company are doing to help us. Mark has nothing but great things to say about you and your customer service. We appreciate it.”

Harry turned to Mark. I was concerned, but I felt Dawn squeeze my hand, and I could tell from her touch that she knew something.

“Mark. You’ve got guts. It took a big man to make the decision you did, taking a stand with Earl like you did. But it was the right decision. Neil proved that. You went with the best player, and didn’t let who Earl was related to change your mind. If Earl was half the player he thinks he is, or half the man for that matter, he might amount to something. You also showed me something by taking yourself off the field. That’s leadership, my boy. It takes a lot to swallow your pride and let a washed up old jock like me take your spotlight.”

Harry stuck out the ham steak attached to his wrist. Mark shook it, stunned.

“Come see me in my office on Monday, Mark. I think it’s time I listened to your proposal for growing your department.” Harry walked away, and I could hear him whistling the Michigan fight song, “Hail to the Victors” as he went.

Mark had a look on his face that was questioning what just happened. Jill hugged him, jumping up and down. It appeared that Mark had just won more than a ballgame. He had won Harry’s respect.

I looked at Dawn, and she had a sheepish smile on her face. I knew there was an answer coming to a question that I was going through my mind. I didn’t have to ask.

“Neil, I should have told you. Earl was ‘the boyfriend’.”

I knew it the moment Harry said she’d never looked happier.

I gave her an understanding smile.

“It’s okay Dawn. But I have to tell you, you shouldn’t have dumped him for being a lousy fuck…you should have dumped him for being a lousy ball player!”

Dawn punched me in the arm, and then she pulled me along.

“Come on. We’ve got a couple of hours before our next game. Let’s go for a walk to cool down.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

It ended up as more of a walk to heat up. Dawn and I walked together to the east end of the complex, far away from the parking lot. There was a path that takes you across a footbridge that crosses the Huron River, which meanders through Ann Arbor, and sort of winds around the fields like a horseshoe. Near that footbridge, there was another bridge, for the Railroad track that runs through the center of the city.

We went off that beaten path, and went down the bank towards the water. Walking along the edge of the river, we passed underneath the Railroad Bridge, into a grassy clearing on the other side. Dawn stood there looking over the river as it flowed past us. It was a beautiful setting. We could not have been more alone, in the middle of a city of 100,000 people.

“This is my secret place,” Dawn said, turning back to face me.

“At least I like to think it’s just mine. I found this when one day when I got upset with how I played a game. I stormed off, pissed at Earl, and pissed at the world. He had gotten me so upset it effected how I played, and that made me mad. I just had to get away, and I started walking, wanting to get away from everything. I don’t even know how I got here. I stayed for hours, just looking. I was trying to find me again. It’s so beautiful here, isn’t it?”

“Yes. It’s really breathtaking.”

We were silent for a little bit, listening to the water rush by and the leaves rustle through the trees.

Finally, Dawn must have grown restless.

“Aren’t güvenilir casino you going to ask me?”

“Ask you what?” I asked.

“Why I was pissed at Earl.”

“I just assumed he booted a play at short.”

“No…really. Don’t you want to know?”

“If you want me to know, sure.”

“It was because he was selfish in bed.”

I was sad for her, and I really didn’t know what to say.

“We had fucked that morning, and for like the eighth time in a row, he came in about 5 minutes, and I got nothing. He was up and gone, and that was it. I was so pent up sexually I couldn’t even play ball. The more I thought about needing an orgasm, the more I obsessed about that, and I couldn’t focus on anything.”

I started to go down the path of comparing what I went through, and how her plight wasn’t that bad. The old ‘bad sex is better than no sex’ argument. But I had a quick splash of common sense hit me, and realized that was stupid to even think that way. It wasn’t a contest. She was sharing her pain. I just need to listen.

“Why did she do it?” Dawn asked.

“Who?”

Dawn looked at me. Her eyes met mine, and drew me in. She wanted to share my pain. Any other time, with any other person, I would have crawled into my shell like the turtle we saw sunning on a rock on the far bank. But I realized she wasn’t being nosy. She wanted us both to heal, and this was what we both needed. It had to be more than just sex to make that happen.

“It was because she was selfish in life,” I answered, staring at the water.

Dawn smiled at my phrasing. But I knew I had to be more forthcoming than that. I sat down on the on the soft grass by the riverbank, staring at the reflection the sun made off the surface. Dawn sat next to me and curled her arm around mine, resting her head on my shoulder.

“They say that it takes two to make a marriage, and it takes two to break it up. And for a long time I believed that; I took ownership for a lot of things that I never should have. I have a friend, Matt, who kind of smacked me around this summer and made me realize that.”

Matt was a good friend. Actually, he was a kid, at 20 years old. He worked summers at the plant, and he basically pulled me out of my self-imposed hibernation. He got me active again, and keeping busy kept me sane. We had had a great summer to that point, and I was amazed at how someone so much younger could be so mature when it came to the crap I was dealing with.

“So, to answer your question, she WAS selfish. That’s the only explanation for someone that cheats in a relationship, when the other person really was innocent. She’s not a nympho, and she certainly wasn’t sex starved those first few years. She craved the attention of guys, and she apparently doesn’t understand the meaning of the word ‘No’.”

Dawn listened. She felt the angst in my voice, and she rubbed my arm gently to let me know she was there for me.

“She confessed the first time. I knew something wasn’t right, but I wasn’t smart enough to figure it out. I forgave her, and thought we had worked things out. She made up some shit that she wanted me to fix, turning it more into me than her. Seven months later, when we had slipped back into some familiar patterns in bed, I knew. Between the two, I liked the confession better. Catching them was not the movie moment I thought it was going to be.”

“Same guy?” Dawn asked.

“No. Different. I felt bad, because I had another guy she worked with pegged as the prick. It turned out to be a different one of her co-workers, but he was a guy I thought was a friend. The fucker even invited me to play basketball with him and some of his buddies a week before I found out. I wondered for a long time if they all knew he was banging my wife.”

Dawn put her arm around me, and hugged me at my waist. I felt safer. It was weird, but baring your soul exposes you, and that little gesture made me feel secure. I hadn’t felt that way for a long time.

“Earl never really got me; never understood who I am. And he never tried,” Dawn said, relieving me of having to continue.

“He just thought I was hot, and he thought that made him look good. But his ego was such a problem. The fact is he could never handle the fact that I’m a better ball player than he is. And it’s not even close.”

I nodded, because she was right.

“I made the mistake one night of telling him that I needed to cum because it relaxed me and made me play better. I can’t prove it, because he never was a stud, but I think he was fucking me just enough to get me worked up, and then he’d cum and leave me suffering. I think he did it to make me play crappy, which made him look better. Why can’t a girl be a better ball player than her boyfriend? Where the fuck is that rule written?”

Dawn went silent, and I guess that was her way of saying it was my turn. When I didn’t say anything right away, she asked another question.

“What did you do when you found them?”

I laughed a little.

“I kicked his ass. Well, actually, I kicked his tiny little prick and nuts: several times. I’m not so sure that didn’t hurt me more, though. If you’re going to fuck around, wouldn’t you think you’d at least upgrade?”

Dawn snorted.

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I was overwhelmed by my reception when I returned to Asheville. Suddenly people wanted to speak to me and associate with me who never had the time of day to give me when I lived there and worked in boarding houses. Everyone scrupulously avoided speaking of my origins in the city—especially the men, some of whom I recognized all too well. But I was invited everywhere and quizzed not too subtly about who was and who wasn’t depicted in The Boarding House—and whether there was another book forthcoming. There was, of course, but not one they would think of in their wildest dreams. And everywhere I turned I was subjected to family stories that would be worthy of writing about.

I shouldn’t snort at these offerings—and indeed I have not. I was grateful for them and had sufficient notes within my first week back in Asheville to serve as inspiration for three novels—all of which have been quite successful, I might add.

I referred to being back in Asheville for a visit, though, as at that point I couldn’t consider the city as home nor could I contemplate returning there—although the University of North Carolina had offered a very enticing position where I could work at least half the year anywhere I wanted outside of Chapel Hill—including Asheville, of course.

I told no one that I was there to inspect a property I owned but had never seen—I almost feared the property and what it might mean if I moved into it. In fact, I wasn’t sure I wanted to look into it at all. And perhaps if Abe hadn’t told me that it irreversibly was mine and I’d have to start paying taxes on it whether or not I acknowledged it was mine—and that I was famous enough in Asheville now that putting it on the market would turn a spotlight on how I had acquired it—I might not have returned to Asheville to inspect it at all.

While I was on the train from New York down the Eastern Seaboard into the upper south, I had to acknowledge to myself that I had heard the name Stephen Bander before. He had been that nervous almost client at Mrs. Childress’s boarding house who had paid for my time and services but who had been so reluctant and strange and had left without getting what he’d paid for. It wasn’t the name that led to the revelation as much as it was the coal dust I remembered he had under his fingernails no matter how clean his body seemed to appear. It was just the same as my father had. And when I remembered that Abe had said that the house had been in my father’s name before Bander had it, suddenly all sorts of possibilities—no, probabilities—started to fall into place.

Shortly after I arrived in Asheville, one of my first stops, of course, was Abe’s law offices on South Market Street. They were very well appointed, and I was both surprised and glad that he had become established so well. If anything, he was more handsome and robust now than when I had known him so completely just a few years previously.

“It’s a good property. In the Beaverdam area above Grove Park. Stunning views of the city from there. And it’s completely furnished. You’ve inherited it lock, stock, and barrel.”

“When will we—?”

“I believe you should go up there the first time or two by yourself, Charlie. Here are the address and directions and keys to the place. I will lend you my automobile, if you know how to drive.”

“I will have a hotel conveyance take me up,” I said, taking what he was handing me. “I’m staying at the Battery Park, and they can’t seem to do enough for me. Quite a change. I couldn’t have gotten into the servants’ entrance when I last lived here. But, why—?”

“The house is intact. Bander died quite suddenly, with little warning to himself. If there are reasons and truths for you to find up there, I think it best if you are alone with them until or unless you want to talk about them.”

“I suppose you’re right,” I answered. “But you haven’t mentioned anything about what you said over the telephone.”

“I know. I regret I said anything at all. I was just so surprised and happy I’d finally gotten you located—and finding out that you hadn’t purposely not answered my letters pushed me over the edge. And I don’t want to push you over that edge, Charlie. The idea is out there, in the open, but it’s completely up to you now whether or not you act on it.”

I sat there for a moment, both wanting to commit—I couldn’t think of anything that I would ever want to do more than live and love with Abe—but still confused and conflicted. “Thank you, Abe. That means a lot to me—that I’ll be given time to think about this. I haven’t really had this opportunity to make my own choices before, you know.”

When I checked with the concierge at the hotel, he said that, of course, a hotel automobile could take me up to Beaverdam, but did I know that there was a streetcar that went to within a few blocks of the address I showed him?

“No, I didn’t know that,” I answered. “I think I’d like to do that instead. The fresh air and a walk will be illegal bahis good for me. And it will give me time to think.”

Abe had been right. Except for the narrow lane leading into the property, no one other than the resident would know there even was a cottage there. But there it was, perched on a steep slope and surrounded by trees and stands of bamboo, thickly planted, and with just a swath of clearing between the two-story back of the house and the view down into the Asheville city center. Off to the side was a carriage house large enough for two auto cars to be parked well out of sight.

He also was right about the enclosed, window-lined side porch on the house. It was well insulated and also had a fireplace for winter warmth. But most of all it had stunning views—down into the city and across to a ring of mountains. My father’s desk was there. I hadn’t even thought about where the furniture had gone that he had insisted on bringing from Pennsylvania but that my mother had almost immediately replaced. It was all here, and, surprisingly, I remembered it and instantly felt comfortable in its presence—far more comfortable than I’d ever felt in the Asheville house my mother had enlarged and opened to lodgers.

A photograph on the desk confirmed my suspicions. It was a group of men—at the Pennsylvania mine entrance. But one of them was unmistakably my father. And standing beside him in the picture was the man who had visited me at Mrs. Childress’s and had acted so strange and couldn’t perform. My father’s arm was on the much younger Bander’s shoulder.

It has always amazed me that men who love men can immediately recognize poses in photographs—or in male couples walking down a street—that clearly signal a personal, sexual relationship between two—or more—men. At the same time, women and straight men only seem able to see comradeship. In looking at the photograph, I instantly recognized that my father and the man his arm was around had been lovers.

I took the photograph out of the frame and found names inscribed on the back of it. The name next to my father’s was Stephen Bander. So much was understandable now, and I found myself actually being relieved rather than upset—relieved that my father, the man who wasn’t really my father but who really was—had had some pleasure in a life where I had seen little from the perspective of my innocent child’s eyes.

I walked around the cottage, trying my best to find something that would tell me that I couldn’t possibly live here. I went up the stairs and found two bedrooms and a bath up there—the bath quite modern for the time period in which this cottage was acquired by Bander. One bedroom was large and well appointed; the other one was small and Spartanly furnished. The bed in the large bedroom was a double of large proportions and heavy mahogany head and foot boards. It also, I realized when I looked at it, was the bed that I had been told I was born in. The rest of that room, including the clothes in the wardrobe, screamed of my father’s possession and touch. The smaller room, furnished only with a cot and a straight, straw-bottomed chair, and a wardrobe that had been in the servants’ wing of our Pennsylvania house, spoke more of Bander.

All of the clothes were in the closet in the more opulently appointed bedroom. The sizes were for two differently built men. I recognized some of the clothes as my father’s, and the familiar smell of the particular cigar he smoked permeated the closet. I thought it a little sad that Bander hadn’t been able to bear to sleep in my father’s bed after my father died but also could not bear to remove either my father’s clothes or his own from the shared closet.

Bander’s clothes reflected the possible difficulty he had had with this arrangement—which is the same impression he had given me when he visited me in the boarding house. The worn clothes were simple workman’s clothes. There were finely styled clothes as well—like what he had worn to visit me at the boarding house. But these all appeared to be almost brand new. I could see in my mind my father gifting his lover with fine clothes and Bander humoring him, but not being comfortable in the life my father was trying to create for him. I smiled, though, at the thought that my father had loved Bander so much that he had made the effort.

If the clothes had been separated into different closets there would always be the nagging doubt that they had been lovers and companions to the end—that some estrangement might have existed that had sent Bander into the other room with what seemed to be temporary furniture. Strange as it might seem, I found myself hoping that Bander’s occupancy of this room did not commence until after my father’s death and being comforted by the evidence of the shared closet that this wasn’t the case.

I felt my eyes watering at the knowledge that my father had died his lingering death down at our home in the city when this is where he should have been illegal bahis siteleri at the end—with Bander.

The rooms on the second story both saddened and stirred me, but they didn’t entice me to reject the thought of living here.

I returned to the first floor and checked the principle rooms out—a parlor and dining room with an exterior balcony overlooking Asheville and the mountains beyond, on all sides. A small kitchen was set to one side, the utensils simple but neatly kept. But I found I was walking in circles, always coming back to the desk on the sun porch and looking at the photograph. At length, I gave in to the inevitable and sat down at the desk and opened the center drawer.

For some reason I intuitively knew what I would see there. It was a folded piece of parchment paper . . . and it had my name inscribed on it. My memory was telling me that I’d seen this before, and it didn’t take me long to remember that the folded paper with my name on it that Stephen Bander had laid on the nightstand beside my bed when I was trying my best to earn my servicing fee from him—but that was not there any longer when he was gone.

Now, in stark contrast to then when I saw it completely outside any appropriate context, I knew in an instant that the handwriting was that of my father.

I hesitated at unfolding the paper, not wanting to intrude on the privacy of the two men, but then I laughed a hollow little laugh, realizing that I owned everything here now—and that, after all, my name was inscribed on the paper. And not least that I perhaps was the last person on earth to take umbrage at the choices my father had made or the preferences he had given into. In the ensuing months, I read what was written there so often that I could recite it word for word, but one passage, in particular, was burned into my consciousness before any other.

. . . As I’m sure you are aware, the relationship between your mother and me was built on a lie. If you are reading this, I am departed, and there is every reason to believe that your mother told you that you were not my true son—true in the sense of biological parentage—in every other respect I consider our father-son link to have been true. So true, that I suffered a thousand punishing denials to maintain that relationship—only becoming content with it almost too late in my life. But the marriage between your mother and me was no less respectful—certainly on my part—for the lie—your mother’s lie—that it was built upon.

It even endured the lie that I brought to it. I cannot possibly describe the torture of my life in knowing that, for however long, you considered me your true father—and were given every reason to—and my knowing there was no biological relationship and growing to love you as I could not love your mother as you grew into a beautiful young man. Growing to love you as society would never condone me loving you. Growing to love you as I eventually did a young man—a substitute for you, I confess—who I met in the mines of Pennsylvania.

If you are reading this, it is because Stephen has done my bidding and met you and delivered this into your hands. Stephen Bander was to me what your mother could not be—did not want to be—even though she honored me, in her own begrudging way, for having honored her in accepting her and the burden she carried. And he was to me a substitute for what I never could consummate with you.

When I gave the Beaverdam house to Stephen for me to steal away to as I could, to be with him, he understood that the house was to come to you when he no longer had need of it. But beyond that I urged him to contact you—because as you grew into a man, I discerned that you wanted the same life that I wanted. And I found Stephen such a fine fulfillment of my needs that my fondest hope was that you two would meet and come to live in the little cottage I built for Stephen and that I loved so well—and was loved so completely in—that you could love, and be loved by, Stephen as well as I was.

Whatever you choose in life when Stephen contacts you, I entreat you not to waste what can be for you as I did. I don’t regret leading a sham life with your mother—because I was leading a glorious life with you as well. But I fear I was not fair enough to myself in life. Home for me was not the house on Woodfin; it was the cottage on the slopes of Beaverdam. And for me Stephen Bander was home. So, I entreat you to find your home—sooner than I ever did. And to be true to your needs and desires, and society and the responsibilities foisted on you by others be damned . . .

I rose from the desk, letter still in hand, and walked into the entry hall, where I had seen a telephone box hanging on the wall by the front door. I wasn’t surprised that it was in working order; Abe had told me that everything would be in working order.

He answered on the first ring—whereas when I had initially called him when I arrived in Asheville, I had been filtered canlı bahis siteleri through a secretary. “It’s home, Abe,” I said into the telephone without further introduction. “It’s our home. And I want you to come home too—if you are willing.”

He was in my arms within twenty minutes, and he nearly carried me upstairs to the big bed that I had been born in. And I was born again in his enveloping arms, as he managed both to embrace me closely and undress me—and to slide that magnificent ebony cock of his home inside me and make me forget all of the other lovers I had ever had.

We lived happily and privately in the cottage for over a year, as I spent some time down in the Piedmont as writer in residence at the state university and Abe continued to build his practice. Each of us were accepted in Asheville society—which I clearly knew was more difficult for him than me, even though I had been the one to prostitute myself mercilessly when I lived here before and his family had—and still did—own and operate a very respectable and needed business. But, although we often were at the same functions, we were careful not to reveal that afterward we didn’t go back to the separate homes we had established in the city—but up Beaverdam mountain to our own hidden cottage, where we fucked and laughed and gossiped about the rich and the ambitious people snoozing in their beds in the city below.

When I was in residence in the cottage, I confined myself to the sun porch—or the bedroom, of course, whenever Abe was there—and wrote furiously. Without even thinking about it—especially how it related to that first play I worked on for Stanford Dane several years previously—when I had the first sheet of blank paper before me, I wrote the title Homeward Bound at the top of the page—and then wrote my name, Charles Bairr, with two Rs, underneath.

What was flowing from my pen was a story of redemption and returning to one’s roots and making the most of the rest of life.

I was only half way through it, though, when I received the telephone call that interrupted this idyllic life totally.

* * * *

“I haven’t heard from you in almost a year. I hardly remembered that I had given you my telephone number here. If you need help with another script—”

“No,” Stanford Dane said with a voice that was diminished from what I had known of him in years past, “what I need is you. I need you to come to me.”

“That was another life, Stan,” I said, although both my mind and my heart were racing. I was as weak before him as I ever had been, and this confused and shocked me. “I have moved on. And I don’t really have the time—”

“You once pledged that whenever I called you would come to me,” he said in an admonishing tone. “I need you now.”

“Stan—”

“I am dying, Charles. I have cancer. Advanced. Nothing to be done. I need you to help me pass out of this life. There is no other who I want to see with my last breath.”

Abe was so good about it that I wanted to scream. I wanted him to put his foot down and tell me I couldn’t go. If ever I wanted someone to assert his will over mine, this was the time.

He didn’t do that. When I left I told him he was welcome to use the cottage whenever he wanted—and that we would discuss the rest as circumstances unfolded. He was so reasonable about that too that I wanted to lash out and strike him down.

* * * *

“It won’t be long now.” I felt like I had said it aloud, but I must have just thought it.

I was hunched over the writing table in the center of the room, leaning over the top of the table from the straight-edged chair, and was just laying my pen down from having been writing intensely. I was trying to finish the manuscript—not yet knowing what I was going to do—but it was no use; there was just too much left to be written.

I heard a moan and something close to a menacing rattle from the shadows beyond and to one side of the table, where there was a narrow brass bed with a thin mattress. The figure on the bed was a man—emaciated and barely breathing, a mere shell of the flamboyant showman Stanford Dane had once been. He was laying on his back, bare torsoed, but with covers covering him to half way up his chest. He had an arm thrown across his face. I could see nothing of him except his broad, deep chest, covered in curly salt-and-pepper-colored hair and slowly, laboriously rising—and holding—before it contracted with a moan twisted into a hollow rattling sound.

And still the whole room—the whole world at the moment—focused on him.

I had been horrified when I got to Baltimore—not by the pecuniary straits he was living in—just two rooms two floors up from a bakery, but just across the street from a stage theater. Dane never could be far from his stage. The conditions he had sunk to weren’t what horrified me, though. What horrified me was his explanation of what he’d meant when he said he needed me to help him pass out of this life.

“It was all in the first play we staged together, Charles,” he said. “And I told you about it then. Don’t you remember having struggled with me on the ending and I said the whole of the play focused on that ending—that it would be my ending as well?”

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It was a cold morning, so instead of heading into DC to walk the Mall, I decided to take the Metro out to Bethesda and check out a book store there. It was one of several book stores in the area that featured half price or less used books or, in other words, it was my kind of store. The ride on Metro was uneventful, if fairly long. I was lucky at Metro Center able to step off the Blue Line, ride down the escalator and immediately step onto a waiting Red Line, but then I impatiently waited as the train squealed to a stop at each of the half-dozen stops before reaching Bethesda.

When I finally arrived, I fed my farecard into the slot in the turnstile and then grabbed it as it popped up from the slot midway through the passage. The two arms then opened up and I walked through. Glancing at the card I noticed I only had sixty five cents left on it, so I went to one of the machines and added five dollars to the card. The ride out had cost a dollar more than I thought it would, two dollars round trip. Well, I hoped the savings at the book store would cover those two extra dollars.

Riding the escalator up from the Metro stop, I noticed a roadway off to my left and some stairs to my right. I had tried to keep myself oriented as I got off the train and turned and twisted a few times heading through the turnstiles and up the corridors, but there I stood with no idea where I needed to go. Guessing, I headed up the stairs and fortunately found myself heading in the right direction. I glanced in my little note book at the map I had sketched and then headed down Old Georgetown. If my map was correct, I’d turn right in a couple of blocks and then should pass the bookstore a little ways after that.

Well, it was three blocks before I reached the street, but after the short walk, I found the book store and stepped inside. I paused for a moment to get my bearings and took a deep breath, savoring that slightly musty smell of books, thousands of books and almost all of them were half price. It took me a while to get oriented, but I finally found the fiction section in a back corner of the store. There were only a few customers and I smiled when I noticed I’d have the fiction bahis firmaları section all to myself.

At least I thought I had the section all to myself, but as I began looking in the As, I heard a noise from further back in the store. Moving down the fiction section, I noticed it led into a small room at the back of the store, where I saw a woman looking at a book. I paused and watched, feeling a bit intrigued. She was not very attractive, with some mousey brown hair and terrible horn-rimmed glasses. I couldn’t really see the color of her eyes in the dim room, but her nose and cheeks seemed too thin.

She wore a loosed fitting, torn up denim skirt with a white tee-shirt with some faded graphic of a rock band or something on it. Her breasts were very small, coming to sharp points at her very erect nipples. While she wasn’t hideous, I couldn’t call her attractive on her best day, but somehow I felt drawn to her. It was this attraction that kept me standing there instead of politely slipping away unnoticed.

Still unaware I was watching her, she took the book she was looking at, held it up to her breast and let her thumb slip over the pages. With a sound like baseball cards in the spokes of a bike, the pages rolled over her nipples as she closed her eyes. Watching the spectacle, I felt my cock harden and I reached down to adjust myself.

Just then she opened her eyes, looking directly at me, clearly seeing me fixing my erection. Smiling, she said in an almost purr, “Do you like books too?”

Whispering back I said, “Yes, especially the old ones.”

“I like the way they feel,” she said, sliding the closed book back and forth over her nipple.

“And the way they smell,” I added, almost mesmerized by her movement of the book over her body.

“Over there,” she said, nodding toward another aisle, “is a room with books all over the floor. People could go in there, close the door and lay down on the books.”

“Where is that?” I asked, enthralled by her.

“Follow me,” she whispered, taking my hand and leading me. Sure enough, at the end of the next aisle over, was a small storage room marked “Employees Only.” Glancing in, I could see stacks kaçak iddaa of paperback books with what looked like several stacks fallen and scattered over the floor.

Not sure what to say, I whispered, “It looks like some stacks have fallen over.”

Pulling me into the room she said, “We could stack them back up.” Closing the door behind us she turned to me and continued, “Or we could lay down on them.”

Gazing at her, I stepped closer to her as she dropped her book, reached down to her waist and in one quick motion, pulled her tee-shirt up over her head. I paused, amazed at how small her breasts were. Running my hands up her flat stomach, I detected only the slightest bit of slope outward before I felt her large nipples slide across my palm. I had wanted to cup them in my hands, but was afraid it might hurt her pinching them, so instead, I leaned my head forward and moved my mouth to a nipple. Drawing it into my mouth, I sucked on it, while she slid her loose skirt and panties over her narrow hips and let them fall to the floor.

She then leaned back onto the books, accidentally knocking down a tall pile of paperbacks all over herself. I quickly pulled off my pants and underwear and kneeled down on some books as she spread her legs for me. Leaning forward, I knocked another pile of books down on top of us and had to move several out of the way so my cock could reach her pussy. Finally, as I got close to her, I felt her hand grasp me and guide me into her tight, wet opening.

While my cock slowly slid into her, she pulled me down on top of her. There were several books between us and I could feel the corners digging into my chest and stomach and wondered how she felt with my weight crushing them against her stomach and breasts. I started to pull back to move a few of the books when she hissed, “No, leave them there,” and reached her arms over around my arms and pulled me tight.

Ignoring the discomfort of the books, I began sliding my cock in and out of her tight, but very wet little pussy. As she began lifting her hips up to meet my thrusts another stack of books tumbled over my back and one book hit her square on the face, leaving a big red mark. kaçak bahis She only moaned and reached her hands down to my ass and squeezed me.

I asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, just keep fucking me,” she said, releasing my ass and grabbing a book and drawing it up near my chest. I lifted up a bit and she guided the corner of the book onto her nipple, pressing it hard against it. Gritting my teeth, I increased my rhythm, grinding myself against another book that was between us. As we moved the book slid down to where it almost rested against my cock. She immediately reached down and adjusted it to where it was right on her clit, so whenever I moved, the book dug into her sensitive nub.

Just as I started wondering if I could hold out for her any longer, she moved her hands onto my back, dug her nails in and moaned loudly. Lifting her hips, she ground herself against the book that was wedged between us and she came. I could feel her pussy pulsating over me and I let myself go, spurting my come deep into her.

After a few moments, I stopped moving and remained on top of her until my cock finally slipped out of her pussy. As we pulled apart, some of the books stuck to us and we had to peel them off our damp skin. Reaching for my underwear, I noticed that a lot of our cum had run out of her pussy, covering the open pages of a book that was under her. Sitting up, she followed my eyes downward and then grabbed the book, closing it while she said, “Looks like I’m buying this one.”

I was about to pull my underwear up over my cock when she grabbed another book, quickly leafed through the pages and then held it open under me. She then grabbed my cock and milked out one last drop of cum, letting it drip on her selected page. Closing the book she said, “And another one to buy, with you decorating my favorite page.”

We both then got dressed and I grabbed a couple of the books that had been pinched between us and were now covered with our sweat. Looking at her I said, “Yeah, I’ve been looking for these two for some time now.”

She leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the cheek, while I looked into her eyes. They were blue, an odd blue about the same color as the cover of one of the books I was holding. Smiling at me, she slowly opened the door and headed up to the front counter to pay for her two books. I returned to the fiction aisle to continue my search.

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I was driving home after a long day at work, when I realized that my church was in the neighborhood. I decided to stop by and go to confession.

The Deacon informed me that his Priest was not present & that he would be willing to hear my confession- if I so desired. I immediately got embarrassed & nervously declined.

He had explained to me that they’ve been working together for almost 40yrs & that my situation is extremely private & confidential. He seemed experienced & sincere, so I agreed.

He led me through the greeting room & into the Priests’ office. Everything still looked the same and that really helped to calm my nerves.

He grabbed the little chair & placed it alot closer towards the desk than it usually is. Then he walked around & took a seat behind the desk, as I took a seat on my stool.

We talked for quite a while & I felt very comfortable. He was very perceptive and very attentive. This also helped me to relax.

He explained to me that:

“As we (human beings) age, we sometimes feel insecure. Possibly we feel less than- or inadequate. To understand our feelings properly- we must always try to have an open casino siteleri mind & try to maintain a level head”.

This made perfect sense to me. I’m getting up there in age, so having some kind of mid-life crises is typically the fear of most people my age.

I could tell that he was analyzing me, because the room got very quiet & he seemed to be watching me think about things. He asked me if I was thirsty & my face lit up, so he excused himself.

Upon his return, he handed me a bottle of water- as he leaned against the desk. He continued talking softly to me & he must’ve noticed that I was looking at his gown.

His gown wasn’t as elegant as the Priests’, but I have become appreciative of gowns lately. When he caught me looking at it, he casually adjusted his position- so that the gown became more revealing.

He moved in such a way, that the gown actually fell between his legs. The gown seemed to be hugging his body now. He was right there in front of me. Wow. My mouth became dry.

He asked if I was ready to confess & I couldn’t get any words out, so I took a drink. I’m sure that he saw my perspiration & that he felt my anxiety. slot oyna He simply asked me to relax.

Gently, the Deacon placed his hands on my shoulders- while explaining to me that:

“Sometimes courage will come after an action has taken place. Yes, having courage beforehand is ideal but, Ye must have faith”.

I calmed down, I took some deep breaths, a drink of water- and I told him that I was ready to confess. He then dropped his hands from my shoulders and slowly moved closer to me.

He then raised his gown up & over my head, while gently lowering it over my body. I noticed that he wasn’t wearing tighty-whitey underwear- like the Priest. His were french-cut european or something.

He asked me again- if I was ready to confess.

When I said “Yes sir”,

He turned around and said, “Go ahead & confess your sins”.

I couldn’t believe it. The Deacon was wearing a jockstrap & he smelled just like the Priest. He started talking to me as he pushed himself closer towards my face.

I decided to let myself go & just fall into the moment, just like I had done with the Priest. His butt was so plump & so round. I thought- “He’s in canlı casino siteleri excellent shape for an older guy”.

As I started to kiss his cheeks, he talked about the importance of trying out new methods. Saying that it will help to develop a clearer passage in finding “inner-peace”.

As he said that, I started to get into it. I would lick up & down his beautiful ass crack & kiss his cheeks. I gently grabbed his bubble-butt in total amazement.

He leaned forward onto the desk & this gave me the chance to really give him a good ole lick’n. This was my 1st time, but I didn’t care.

I let my hands wander up and down his legs. I was grabbing his ass & pulling his cheeks apart- as I licked & kissed everywhere.

I actually found myself at one point- grabbing at his hips & pulling him into my face. He spread his legs wider when I did this and that made me want more.

The next thing that I knew, my tongue literally just kind of slipped- right into his hole. Wow, I thought- as I pulled him closer to my face, completely burying my tongue inside of him.

This was my 1st time giving oral anal to another man & it was our 1st time together. I can’t wait until the next time that we get together.

Right now I feel really good inside- because I’ve always felt an attraction towards gowns & I also feel like I’m in heaven.

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