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…She saw him again, standing in the same spot on the train as he did every day. He was intent on his blackberry and seemed to be totally unaware of his surroundings. She moved closer to him desperately hoping that he would look up. She wanted to loose herself in the depths of his wonderful eyes. One look turned her insides to liquid and her knees to jelly. She could not believe that a stranger could make her body react in such an extreme fashion. He smelt so good and his hands holding the blackberry looked so soft and sensuous.

He turned towards her and she caught his eye, she bent over slightly pretending to get something from her bag. Never taking her eyes from his she revealed her ample cleavage. She licked her lips leaving him in no doubt that she had purposely given him a show. Her eye was drawn to his crotch and she was pleased to see that he could not disguise his erection. God it looked good, she could feel her naked pussy swelling and her juices starting to drip onto her leg. She could not help it her hand drifted to her pussy touching it through her skirt. kıbrıs escort The train started to slow for the next stop, as the doors opened more people piled on and she fond herself having to move close to him. She could now feel his body heat and feel the tension in his body. The train lurched and she bumped backwards into him. She felt his erection as she held the position a fraction longer than was necessary.

She stood in front of him; she could feel the heat of his breath on the back of her neck. She felt him move towards her, closing the gap between them. She felt his hand touch the outside of her leg tentatively, when she did not move away he ran his hand up her soft thigh and up under her skirt. Still she did not move away, she had been right his soft hands were delicious he knew just how to touch her the soft skin above her stoking tops turned to goose bumps as he stroked her. Her pussy was dripping she was sure he must be able to smell her arousal and was silently begging him to touch her naked pussy.

The train slowed again for the konya escort next station and yet more people piled on. She now found herself almost in his arms; they were pushed into a corner with people all around them all totally absorbed in their own thoughts. She moved her hand so that she could caress his hardness, she felt him start and his cock jerk in answer to her touch. She carefully eased down his zipper and slipped her hand into his trousers. She was not surprised to find that he was not wearing underwear, she was pleased as it made it easier for her to caress his wonderful cock he felt soft and totally hairless. She had an almost uncontrollable urge to drop to her knees then and there and take him deep into her mouth and suck and lick him until he exploded in her mouth. He closed his eyes savouring every caress to the full.

He opened his eyes and the look of raw passion and desire almost made her come on the spot. He turned her so that he could get his hand up her skirt. He found her wetness and without a moments hesitation he sank two fingers kuşadası escort deep into her dripping cunt his thump found her clit with a sureness that was amazing and so exciting. He started to finger fuck her pushing deep into her and rubbing her clit at the same time. She started to shake and her breathing started to get ragged and shallow. Fuck she was so turned on she wanted to scream her orgasm out but instead she closed her eyes and let the ripples of desire and passion build deep inside her. She started to come, her pussy was gushing as the orgasm thundered through her. Her knees buckled and he seemed to be keeping her standing impaled on his hand.

As she calmed he released her and slowly put his fingers to his lips savouring her taste and smell. She tidied her skirt just as the train drew into Waterloo. As they stood waiting for the doors to open she looked up at him and slipped her business card into his jacket pocket. She hoped that he would take the hint and calls her, she wanted so much more of this man she wanted to fuck him properly and spend long hours giving him pleasure.

The doors opened, he stepped onto the platform and strode away to start his day. She moved as part of the crowd not thinking of where she was going her body was still in shock at the intensity of the orgasm this stranger had given her.

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Evening Guest Ch. 02

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Well, Frank, Troy and I opened the bedroom door and walked back to the living room. Our loincloths were not hiding our excitement, at all. But Ellen was right, it WAS more comfortable. The cock & ball strap at the base of each of our dicks ensured that the ladies would have a stiff one to play with.

Entering the living room we saw Ellen and Jan in their bra, panties, garter belts, nylons and heels. They were on the sofa, oblivious to our entering the room, as they were too busy fondling and kissing each other.

When the three of us went around to stand in front of the sofa, they finally broke their kiss, but continued to embrace and fondle one another as we watched. Ellen finally said that tonight was going to be exhibition night. and that we were each to draw a situation from the folded bits of paper on the mantle.

We each were to draw one and Ellen suggested that I go first being the guest, and all. I walked over to the mantle, feeling their eyes follow be. I was loving it. I picked up one of the pieces of folded paper and opened it.

“Read it aloud,” prodded Ellen. The note had the following sinop escort directions on it. “You are to remove a man’s loincloth, play with him, and suck him dry. The choice of whose is yours.”

Well the choice wasn’t hard to make, and I walked over to Troy. “He’s going to suck my baby brother, mom,” exclaimed Jan as I sat in a chair in front of Troy. Frank settled back onto the sofa between Ellen and Jan to watch us.

I was so turned on, not only at getting to play with this young stud and suck him off, but also knowing that Frank, Ellen and Jan were watching us. I reached up to Troy’s hips, feeling the warm skin below my fingers, sliding around to his tight ass, and drawing him closer to me. He looked down at me and said, “I’m nice and hard for you, Dennis, I was hoping you’d draw that one.”

As he came closer to me, I could see Frank, out of the corner of my eye, sliding his loincloth aside and placed Jan’s hand on his swollen cock. But I had this stud before me, and I wanted to see that big cock again. I pushed the material of the front panel of hid loincloth to the side to expose that massive sivas escort hard-on, with his cock & ball strap keeping the blood in his swollen dick.

I leaned forward and sliding my hand down his cock, gripped it and pulled it nearer to my mouth. My lips opened as I pulled him slowly into my mouth. “He’s so big,” I thought. I hope I can take him all in. My own cock was standing at attention and the loincloth panel had slipped to one side allowing the three on the sofa a perfect view of my engorged cock and also of my mouth taking their brother & son deeper into my mouth, almost gagging me until I relaxed.

I was so aroused, know that I was sucking off Troy while his family watched me. I let Troy slide out a little, but not all the way, and then gripping that tight ass of his, slammed it into my mouth. Over and over again I repeated this. I felt Troy grab the back of my head and help me keep in rhythm as to what he wanted. Faster and faster I went until, at long last, Troy pulled my head hard onto his cock and held me there while he filled my mouth, and throat, with his cum. I tried to swallow it tekirdağ escort all, but there was so much. Some escaped my lips and ran down my chin.

Finally, Troy was spent and he pulled his still stiff cock from my lips. Jan came over to us and stroked Troy’s cock a little to get some of his cum juice on her hand, then grabbed my cock and lubricated it with Troy’s cum. My cock was so hard it hurt, but a nice hurt. Jan kissed me full on the lips, sending her tongue into my mouth and I reciprocated, playing with tongue with mine, as I cupped her tits and felt her hard nipples through her sheer bra.

I started to pull her towards me, hoping I could get her to sit on my cock. I tried to pull the material of her panties aside to give me access, but she quickly pulled away, standing there with hands on her hips, telling me that it was someone else’s turn to draw a situation. I grabbed my cock and squeezed hard so I wouldn’t cum then and there, watching her walk back to the sofa, kiss Frank and sit next to him.

Troy was sitting in another armchair watching us and stroking himself to get hard again. Being only 18, I knew he would succeed before long. Frank and Ellen had their hands all over each other, while Jan, on the other side of Frank, slid her hand beneath his loincloth to her daddy’s balls.

Troy piped up and asked, “Well, who’s next, mom?”

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Reborn From Fire

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Robert lived with Jacqueline, his 38-year-old mother, and his 52-year-old father Sebastian, in a nice house in a dangerous part of the city.

Robert was 18 years old and would go to school to become an engineer. His mother was a homemaker who cared for her husband and son. His father was an operator who worked in the mining industry in the north of the country to earn a living for his family, he had long shifts 15 days at the mine and 15 days at home.

Sebastian was considered lucky to have found such a beautiful and faithful woman as Jacqueline. She had a slender figure with large breasts. He had big brown eyes and long black hair.

One hot day in March 2014 there was a huge fire in one of the slums so to speak of the city. The incident left more than 2,900 homes destroyed, 12,500 people affected, 15 fatalities and more than 500 injured. The entire city, lived several days in red alert and was declared a disaster area

Jacqueline was in shock, the fire advanced too fast, she saw how each house burned rapidly in the direction of her house, she saw how all the neighbors were losing everything they obtained with much effort was burning in front of their eyes. In the midst of all the thoughts and events, Jacqueline rescued some memories, clothes, her Administrative degree that she got when she was 2 1 years old, since she was alone as usual , she did not know how to react. Robert was at a soccer game, his father Sebastián was in the north and he would not find out about anything until the news of the fire came out on the national network.

Robert arrived at the place and everything was destroyed, he could not believe that his neighborhood seemed like hell and he did not know how to react when he saw his mother lying in the street crying uncontrollably with the things he was able to recover from his house , he could only hug her and cry next to she.

Sebastián called Jacqueline at 10 at night, to hear that it was all false news or a dream or a cruel joke, everything to avoid accepting the harsh reality. Jacqueline was clear and exclaimed: Sebastian, we lost everything. He was destroyed, he was proud, he had a strong character but there he began to cry like a child and it was no wonder, he had 7 days left before he could just travel and see it with his own eyes, not being able to be with his family at that time was killing.

They would spend 2 days in an emergency shelter, he began to receive donations, clothes, food, some furniture, a bit of everything from people who were shocked by what happened. At that moment, Elena, a friend of Jacqueline for years, appears, regretting everything that happened and asking her about her situation, and when she found out, she told her that she had accommodation for 3 months or as long as necessary, Jacqueline did not know what to say but I accept the request. Idea, hated being in an emergency shelter. So Elena made a call to comment that they had accepted and to start the move once and for all, she would spend the night in her new home

The accommodation was in the neighboring city, in a neighborhood similar to the one they lived in before the fire. Elena’s son Diego lived here at that time he was 20 years old, he was a Port Operations graduate and quickly found work in an extra-port agency that was recommended to him to practice his title. The house was big, it had 2 floors. Diego was inherited a room with a suite on the 2nd floor of the house, as Diego was about to turn 18 at the time of the death of Tía Alicia, the owner of the house, decided to move at 19 . Diego took charge of the house, decided that the 1st floor would be available for students to rent. So it was for a year. Just then the 1st floor was unoccupied , soon would begin classes at universities but if he no wanted student lease and was given to the family of Jacqueline, without any problem, Diego knew for years and always he found beautiful, a spectacular woman.

Diego, aware of the situation, began to prepare a chocolate cake to welcome them, he was tired but wanted to give them an excellent welcome, that day he was collaborating in the removal of debris so that people could rebuild their homes. He was enrolled in a gang with his friends, just like the other people, Diego was shocked by all the incidents that had happened.

She saw a car park at her home through the window, and she knew immediately that they were her new housemates, she saw Jacqueline and was surprised at how cute she was still despite the passing years, for her it was not in vain. Jacqueline thought similar to Diego. He was handsome, muscular with tattoos, and had the personality of being the man of the house. The welcome was excellent, he showed them the place, they drank tea, talked about various topics and at the end Diego asked them what they would do to get out in front of all this situation of the fire

Robert replied that in a few days he would start studying Commercial Engineering at a University, he studied in the morning and afternoon, on ısparta escort weekends he would look for a job to collaborate with his mother and absent father even if he did not ask him, he wanted to collaborate, the Diego’s attitude motivated him to want to do something.

Jacqueline replied that she would be in charge of the house, since she was not working. Diego mentioned his work hours and let Jacqueline know that he would help her with everything around the house, he also added that they did not worry about the sector that being with him, nothing would happen to them.

The days passed and Friday arrived where Sebastián would arrive. Diego lent Jacqueline his car that he bought from his grandfather, at a fairly cheap price, a Chevrolet Monza from the year 92. Type 7 in the afternoon, Jacqueline went to the bus terminal where the expected meeting with her husband was excited to see it, I needed the support of my dear husband. There were all the emotions when they met, cried together, kissed, hugged and laughed together. They took a short walk along the coast of the city, watched the sunset together, and then headed to their temporary home. The face of Sebastian began to change, knew where they were going, and began to curse the sector as it had a bad reputation of being of many traffickers of drugs, always there were robberies, kidnappings and all the evil of the underworld. Jacqueline told him not to be ungrateful that if it weren’t for Diego they would be sleeping in a shelter with many people. Sebastian added that it would not be for long.

When they got home, Diego was waiting for them with sausages, French fries and beers. Sebastian thanked Diego, he mentioned that he was truly grateful, that he was already made a man. Diego liked being told that. It was a good conversation or welcome whatever you want to call it, they talked a bit about everything, Diego’s work in port operations, as well as Sebastian’s work in mining, there was also a table game, all well organized, type 1 in the morning Diego left to sleep, and leave Sebastian with Jacqueline alone.

Jacqueline needed her husband’s support, it was no longer emotional but sexual. She went to her room and waited for her husband. She heard her son go to sleep in her room and her husband’s footsteps approaching. She had decided to turn off the heat of her pussy juices rightfully with her husband. After all, it was his conjugal duty to satisfy her. He stripped off his clothes and crawled under the covers.

After a long day of travel and drinking a lot of beer, poor Sebastian just wanted to sleep. As he entered his bedroom, he took off his shirt and pants and went to bed. Suddenly, he felt his wife’s body against his back. He felt her large breasts under his neck as she seductively rubbed her nipples on his back. The horny woman was licking her husband’s earlobe as she reached out with her small hand to touch his penis and balls. Putting her hand under Sebastian’s old underwear she began to caress his flaccid manhood. Sebastian was very tired.

Sebastian: – Honey, I’m very tired tonight. Please, let’s go to sleep. Tomorrow we talk about everything I have in mind

Without taking no for an answer, the hot wife seductively repeated: – I have something special for my beloved husband tonight.

She took his hand and put in her dripping pussy. Sebastian felt a jolt through his body. Like any straight man, his penis came to life standing up when his hand touched his horny wife’s pussy. Turning her on the bed in the missionary position, the middle-aged husband spread his wife’s legs and lay down on her. Although he felt tired, he knew that it was his duty as a man and as a husband to please his wife. Holding his 6-inch cock between her fingers, she forced it between Jacqueline

The woman has wanted to be fucked for many months. Her husband between so much travel and work did not satisfy her. As soon as her husband’s average cock entered her hungry female hole, she arched her back and let out a groan. The husband started the fornication process. He wanted to please his wife and go to sleep as soon as possible.

With each thrust, Jacqueline was shaking: “Oh yes, my dear husband. Make it stronger. I need you so bad.”

Two minutes after starting his fucking session with his wife, the husband felt his breathing begin to shorten and his cock began to limp inside his wife. Jacqueline sensed something was wrong. She was too horny to take her silly husband’s feelings into consideration.

Jacqueline: – What’s happening? Why did you stop? Go on damn it! I need you to continue. Let’s go!!!”

Humble and angry, Sebastian said, “I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened. I told you I’m tired. It must be the long hours of travel. You know it never happened to me before.” Saying that, Sebastian got off his wife and fell asleep on her side of the bed with his back to her. Jacqueline was enraged. She wanted to be fucked a lot. Crying softly into her pillow, kars escort Jacqueline went to sleep.

The next day Saturday morning Jacqueline was hanging out on the backyard. When she noticed that a window was directly in front of her and it was the bathroom window that was wide open.

Moments later, he saw Diego entering the bathroom in his underwear. When he began to remove his clothes, Jacqueline knew that the young man was about to take a shower. As she turned to leave the backyard, she saw Diego remove his underwear and gasped at the sight of the cock between her legs. At first, the mother thought her eyes were betraying her. She has only seen her husband Sebastian’s cock but it looked like Diego’s cock was at least twice the size of her husband and much thicker. She couldn’t stop thinking about the bad sex last night with her husband. Her modesty couldn’t rival her feminine instincts. Her legs refused to move and her eyes didn’t close as the sight burned her gaze and etched itself on her mind. While Diego submerged himself in the water to wash his sweaty body, balancing his thick column of flesh, the faithful mother unconsciously licked her lips.

No woman can resist seeing such a perfect cock. And Jacqueline, though faithful and innocent, was ultimately a woman. She watched as this huge man soaped up his muscular body and drew more attention with his big cock and balls. Suddenly, Diego turned and saw her spying on his naked body. This was not new to him. It wasn’t the first time a woman had devoured his cock with her eyes. His penis began to grow when he saw innocent Jacqueline staring at him from her backyard window. He had only been with women his own age and the thought that he might be involved with an older woman was arousing too much. He decided to give it a show. Grabbing his monstrous penis with his right hand, he began to jerk off and jerk to Jacqueline’s amazement. Five minutes later, Jacqueline’s jaw dropped as she saw thick jets of cum pouring from the monster cock. It seemed like an endless stream of potent masculine cream. His balls jerked hard with each jet until Diego emptied his entire load on the bathroom floor.

Since it was Saturday, Diego went to visit his parents. At lunchtime the family was at the table. Robert, Sebastián and Jacqueline. Sebastián got straight to the point and told his family about his idea. He had the information of an apartment near the sea that they left with him in 7 days to the north where he worked, so he would not have to travel every 15 or 30 days to be all together, they would start a new life in a new city. Robert liked her idea and accepted it immediately, Jacqueline, surprised, began to cry because she thought that they would force her to travel with them, she did not want to leave the city and could not find any consolation. Jacqueline claimed her for her old home, she wanted to stand up fighting for what happened, get ahead, work and build her new home, her old neighbors taught her to be an empowered woman, she also mentioned that the government will rebuild her house and they will they would go and leave her alone, perhaps all they were saying was a joke. Sebastian’s response was to keep the money to accept the idea of traveling, there was no other plan and he was tired of traveling. Besides, despite having a beautiful house before the fire, Sebastián hated the slums, he wanted tranquility for his family and in his opinion they would find it in the north of the country.

Jacqueline was devastated, they were the worst days, she thought about all the shit that happened and nobody gave her comfort, her son was not at the time of the fire and she chose her father without thinking about her, in everything she had done for him in this While assuming the role of her absent father, being aware of everything, her husband called her 6 hours after what happened, she did not give up in bed and wanted to escape from everything but what bothered her the most is that they did not take her words into account. She saw how her husband planned the transfer with her son and it was all true, in 7 days they would leave. After the most uncomfortable lunch in history, they invited her to spend a family day, quality time and enjoy the last days of summer that she regretted her decision, they would also visit her old house. Jacqueline did not accept the idea, she was still furious, she thought of her old neighbors and steeled herself, told her husband that from tonight she would not share a bed with him again.

Sebastian opened his eyes and angrily throw a glass, said: – You ‘re crazy, you’re an ungrateful all these married years together I have kept’ve worked ad or too’ve also made a lot of effort for our family and all for one bad night sex What else do you want a divorce?

Jacqueline: – I’m not interested in fucking money, you’re selfish, you only think of yourself and you want everything easy. I have spent a lot of time alone, I have been locked up at home for many years, taking care of my son kastamonu escort above the fool prefers you and your money, if you pay him everything and he does what he wants. And answering your question YES, I think that would be the best thing to do, I can’t stand your shitty attitudes anymore. Fuck you two.

That said, Jacqueline got up from the table and went to her room to shut herself up to cry all afternoon, she was shaking because of what she had said, she was a fairly calm woman, but like every normal person one day she was going to collapse from all things happened. Robert for his part felt bad and a little guilty, but he thought it would be the best decision. Sebastián explained to Robert that the best decision is to start from zero, in all cases. Sebastian did not know to think the words of Jacqueline, perhaps affected him a little, never waited for a reaction and his wife. They were not to see past 2 went out and spent a day of father and son

Diego returned at around 8 in the afternoon, it was already dusk. When he got home he was surprised to see a light on, he thought that the family would be outside enjoying the day. Entered the house and found a mess in the dining room, then he saw Jacqueline slept with a bad face. Ask her what is wrong with her, but before answering that question, Jacqueline asked her if she could sleep in an extra room on the 2nd floor. And Diego, surprised, answered yes. He was worried about Jacqueline’s face, and then she told Diego everything that happened with her husband, except about the bad sex. Diego was angry about the situation so he hugged her tightly, he wanted to do something about it. An idea crossed his mind as he licked his lips.

Diego: – Do you want to go out with me tonight? We can go eat or take a ride in my car or do both, you say.

Diego could not believe what he said, had invited on a date a woman 17 years old older than the , but more than that I wanted to make her have a good time. But it was actually a mixture of the two. Jacqueline looked at him and accepted immediately, she thought about what she had seen in the morning and added that she was going to fix herself in the best way, but first she took her things out and took her to her new room next to Diego’s.

Jacqueline arranged herself in the best way, she looked spectacular, and one of the things that she rescued was her sexiest clothes to go out or be at home. Diego couldn’t believe what Jacqueline looked like, she was really beautiful, he told himself that he would make the most of that night, as he could. Jacqueline wore light blue jeans that highlighted her big ass, a black leather jacket and a white shirt that highlighted her breasts. Diego was more like wearing casual brand clothes like Kappa, Adidas or Nike, but this time he got formal. Like a good Scorpio in black. Black leather jacket, Black Jeans. But the sneakers would be the exception, since he chose a white. At around 10 o’clock at night they left in Diego’s car, near the house he saw Sebastián and Robert who were coming back. Diego asked Jacqueline if she wanted to tell them something, Jacqueline was nervous but said she didn’t want to say anything to them.

But in the same way, Diego stopped the car next to them, they were next to his window and told the two of them: – Let’s go for a ride, we’ll be late, when they go to sleep turn off the lights and lock the door home please guys. And one more thing Sebastian, Jacqueline will sleep on the 2nd floor so I don’t want to see you waiting for her. When I get back I hope the dining room is clean, if it isn’t, let’s talk early tomorrow morning, you piece of shit.

Jacqueline upon hearing Diego’s words did not feel sorry for her husband. He had treated her like a servant in his own home. It had started small from the moment they moved in. Over the years it got progressively worse, but she hadn’t noticed. She was just a housewife, who was engaged in housework. After a while, no emotion was expected in any aspect of his life. That is why she accepted Diego’s invitation, she wanted to feel like a woman again.

Sebastian’s jaw dropped. Under these circumstances, it was a fish out of water. Unable to understand what to do, how to react. He was caught between needing to make a scene or keep quiet. But in the end he didn’t say anything. He was losing his wife little by little because of his attitudes, now he was going on a date with a simple child, for years I had not seen Jacqueline dressed like that, she looked radiant. Diego was 20 and he was 21, he was not a simple child. Diego treated him like a little boy since he gave him orders to comply. Sebastian was very poorly thought it s days following would be hell for him, since he had the tickets ready for him and Robert.

Diego took Jacqueline to a viewpoint where you could see the whole city, she had never been there and she was happy it was the first smile after a shitty day. Diego gave him peace of mind, maybe he was thinking too much but it was what he felt. At the viewpoint, Diego met a friend who was a lawyer, he was with his girlfriend sharing a few beers and the 4 of them settled down to talk improvisedly. Jacqueline greeted him and timidly asked if he saw divorce cases. Emanuel, who was his name, gave him his card.

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The Break Ch. 01

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It was a bad first quarter. College wasn’t what I thought it would be. I went to the big school hoping to make a big impact and to meet a lot of people. Granted I was shy, but I still figured in a university of over 20,000 people I was bound to make some good connections. At first things seemed to go well. I went to a few mixers led by various dorm groups and I had fun. I met some nice guys and went to a few parties. But then I met Carl.

He was a sophomore working in the Student Union building handing out flyers. He approached me about some event and since he was cute so I took the flyer and managed to convince him that I would only go if he did. Things progressed from there as many freshmen college relationships do: we met, went on some dates, slept together and then he stopped calling. If I was a girl from Laguna Beach or something I would have been fine. But I was from a small town in Northern California and I was looking for love. I was devastated. Thankfully I became friends with Tiffany.

Tiffany was almost everything I was not. First of all she was from Taiwan. Her parents sent her to go to school in US and she had adjusted very quickly. So she was Asian and she was beautiful. Her long straight black hair was my first envy, followed by her olive skin and thin waste. She had a great figure and a confident out-going personality to finish it off. She always smiled and always seemed surrounded by friends. It was quite surprising then when she was assigned to be my bio lab partner.

I spent the remainder of the quarter explaining my relationship woes to her and she was always a good sport to hear me out. If she wasn’t there, I probably would have dropped out of school. As it turned out she needed a place to crash for Christmas vacation and I had space at my place so we were excited to spend the holiday together.

I was nervous when she agreed to stay when I looked at the calendar and realized the break was almost the whole month of December. What were we going to do in my small boring town for 4 weeks? I called home and found out my parents were going on a cruise for their anniversary for the first two weeks of the break. How was I going to entertain her by myself?

We arrived on a Friday night, bleary eyed but caffeinated from the long drive. My parents were there to see us then made their way almost immediately out the door to catch their flight to Florida. Their Panama Canal cruise was leaving the next day. Naturally they loved Tiffany and I was a little embarrassed when I saw my dad check her out when she was carrying her stuff in. I don’t think she noticed.

That first night everything started. We were both wired so we decided to stay up late. We were upstairs in my parent’s house and decided to watch TV. Rather than marching down to the living room we opted to go to the master bedroom where we could lay on the bed and hopefully be lulled to sleep by cable TV. I unpacked my things and told Tiffany to go ahead while I changed to my pajamas.

I put on my white tank top and shorts then looked in the mirror. What was wrong with me? My hair was almost shoulder length with a little curl. I had dyed it almost black with a hint of red for fun (naturally it was Tiffany’s idea) and I had always been told my blue eyes were pretty. I turned to the side and looked at myself. I wasn’t fat—just a size 4 and I always liked my boobs. They were still perky and when I was in high school I knew how to use them to get attention. I looked at my legs and butt. I spent so much time trabzon escort in the gym, I felt good about the way they looked and I knew that my high school boyfriend always loved my butt. But why not Carl? What an ass.

I walked up the hall to the master bedroom and saw Tiffany on the bed. Things came into perspective. Her hair was tied to a side pony tail (apparently the thing in Taiwan) and though she had washed all her make up off, her skin was gorgeous. She wore a green spaghetti-strap tank top and some fun plaid shorts. She lay on her stomach and I could see her cleavage. Her tanned legs were bent behind her punctuating her round butt. She looked up at me and smiled. I was pretty, sure…but she was exotic. That was what college guys wanted.

I walked in and slid next to her. “What are you watching?”

“Not much on,” she said. “But I have to show you this…first channel that was on when I turned the TV on.”

She flipped a few channels down and at first I didn’t know what was happening. Then I saw a girl’s boobs and a close up of her sucking a guy’s dick. “Oh gross!” I said. “Porn?”

Tiffany laughed. “I wonder if your parents were watching this before we got here.”

“Gross…of course not…it is probably just because it is late or something.” I frowned as I watched it. I had seen porn before with my brother when I was in high school, so this wasn’t shocking to me. But I was surprised my parents had the channel. “Can we watch something else?”

“Haha, sure,” Tiffany said. The scene flipped to the large fake boobed girl climbing onto the guy’s dick. “This is so silly though…like how would she have sex with him?”

I looked at it and continued to frown. I thought of Carl and I wondered if people thought he was stupid for sleeping with me. “Especially like that.” I muttered trying to lighten my own mood. The girl sat facing the screen while she bounced on the guy’s big cock.

“Haha, totally. I wonder how many takes they had to try before they could get it right.” Tiffany said laughing. “You have to admit, she has great boobs.”

I looked at them bouncing on the screen. “Yeah, I should be so lucky.”

Tiffany looked at me and frowned. She changed the channel to some late show and said, “What do you mean? Kristen you have a great body. I am seriously jealous of your boobs. They are huge compared to mine.”

I smiled at the compliment. I was fishing for it, but it still felt nice. We watched the unfunny show for a few minutes quietly.

“I wonder what position they are in now.” Tiffany said.

“What? Who?” I asked slightly confused.

“The porno,” Tiffany replied.

I laughed. Why not watch porn? I was depressed and there was nothing else on. “We can watch it if you want.”

Tiffany flipped the channel again. “I don’t know why, I am just curious.” The camera was focused on penetration. It was my least favorite thing about porn. I mean who cares what it looks like from close up right? The camera pulled back and to show them switching to doggie style. “Ok first of all…yeah right. Like they started how long ago? I am lucky if a guy lasts two minutes; let alone switching to a different position.”

“I know right?” I said with a laugh. The girl’s face was intense and she started saying profanity and moaning. “Definitely not a real one.”

“No…definitely not.” Tifany said.

We watched the porn for another twenty minutes before turning it off and heading to bed. We decided to just sleep uşak escort on the master bed together, since we were already under the covers and comfortable. I turned the light off and curled up on my side. My head was filled with images of porn, but it was better than thoughts of Carl. He was such an ass.

We lay quiet for sometime and my mind drifted to school and the upcoming quarter. My class load wasn’t going to be too bad. The problem was meeting new people that didn’t know Carl. Everyone I knew was friends with him and only Tiffany was cool enough not to talk about him incessantly unless I wanted to. The best thing to do was to just try not to think about him. But how?

“Have you ever had a real one?” Tiffany said from her side of the bed in the dark.

“What?” I asked, my train of thought broken.

“You know…a real one.” She replied.

“An orgasm?” I asked a little confused.

She was quiet for a second then answered, “Yeah.”

I thought about it. I had only slept with two guys. Carl being the last and our few adventures in the bedroom were typical: he groping, groaning, finishing and sleeping. “Um…I don’t know.”

I heard Tiffany shift in the bed. “I think you would know.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well…I know I have. Like I wasn’t sure for a long time. You know I have been with a few guys, and sometimes it was nice you know? But not like mind blowing. But I had one this quarter. I think it was my first real one.”

“Wait you had sex this quarter?” I responded. “With who?” I was a little jealous. Tiffany had always been very single and not interested in the boys that went after her.

“No…you know I haven’t,” She answered.

“Then how?”

She was quiet for a long time. I wondered if she had gone to sleep so I closed my eyes and tried to do the same. “I wouldn’t have thought of it if we hadn’t have watched the porno.” She said out of the dark.

I was curious. “So what happened?”

Tiffany shifted. “I masturbated.”

I didn’t know what to say. Thank goodness we were in the dark or she would have seen my blushing face. I remained quiet.

“Have you ever…you know?”

“Um…no.” I said too quickly. We were quiet for a while and I thought about it. If I was honest with myself (which I would like to think that I was) I didn’t exactly know how.

Tiffany was quiet. I heard her roll over and shift around. After a few minutes she sighed, “I am just so horny right now. That porno got my mind on sex I guess. Sorry…probably more than you wanted to know.”

“No that’s ok,” I replied. I had sex on my mind as well. I felt an inkling of curiosity so I asked, “So…how do you…um…do it?”

Tiffany rolled over. “So you don’t know how?”

“No, I guess I don’t.”

Tiffany shifted around somewhere on her side. “Um ok…so take your hand and…well like just a finger and do some touching…down there…”

I slid my hand down my shorts to my pussy. I had shaved that morning in the shower so I was very neatly trimmed. I touched my lips gently and I felt a tingle. “Like…inside?” I asked quietly.

She sighed softly and shifted again. “No…you need to look for…you know…your clit.”

I knew where my clit was, I had seen it before so I pushed against the skin softly. I felt a pang of pleasure. Now I knew this was the big spot for girls. But I assumed that whatever guy I was with would give it the attention it needed when the time was right. As I touched van escort it now I knew that it had never been given the attention it needed. Not ever and not like this. I took a deep breath as I rubbed it in a circle. “Um…that is nice.” I said and swallowed.

“Yeah…” Tiffany said. I could hear her breathing heavier next to me. “It gets better when you start to get wet.”

I had already noticed that as I rubbed it and felt myself start to open up. I took a deep breath and rolled to my back and spread my legs. There was a warm sensation spreading slowly over my body.

“I…” Tiffany said with a heavy breath. “I like to touch my boobs too…they get really…sensitive.” I heard her breathing faster and I imagined her hand over her crotch and the other over one of her perfect breasts.

I slid my hand up under my shirt and found my boobs perky and my nipples hard. I rubbed my left nipple and it tingled like crazy. I kept rubbing my clit and I rubbed my breast in a circle. But it wasn’t right, so I focused on the nipple and I found it felt the best to pinch it. “Yeah…” I let out a deep gasp. My body felt hot and between my legs was extremely wet. “Ok…so what now?”

I heard Tiffany breathing heavily. “Oo…ok. Um…think about something hot. Like sex with someone hot…whatever you think is sexy.”

The first thing I thought of was Carl and I frowned. I wasn’t feeling sexy so I pushed that one out. I mean what do I know? My love making experience was limited and I was finding now…completely lame. I felt Tiffany’s arm brush against mine—just barely. So slight that the skin on my arm tickled from the touch. I thought of her laying next to me with her eyes closed.

I thought of her rubbing her boob and pinching her nipples just like me. I thought of her touching herself and moving her hand over her pussy. Gently at first, but as she got wet, I thought of her touching her clit. I heard her breathing heavily beside me and she gave out a soft moan.

I rolled to my side and began to rub myself harder. My body burned and my boobs tingled as I pulled on my nipples. “Mm…” I said in Tiffany’s direction. I slid a finger in my pussy and I pictured her doing the same: laying on her side looking at me.

“Oh…” her voice surprised me and I felt her breath hot on my face. Her mouth was just inches from my face.

I licked my lips and kept rubbing. My pussy was soaked and I pushed another finger in myself and I moved around to get good pressure. I thought of her doing the same. My nipples were burning so I pulled my shirt up, licked my fingers then pinched one and let out a moan. I felt something building in my pussy…a warmth and I started to tense up.

I heard and felt Tiffany breathing faster. “Oh shit…Kristen I am going to cum.” She almost breathed the words on me.

“Oh yes…” I said in a whisper. My pussy felt so open and tingling. My boobs were burning and I licked my hand and pinched my nipple again. Suddenly warmth overtook me and I felt my crotch and hips shake. “Oh my…” I said as the muscles in my body shifted and I was overcome with pleasure. I grabbed my swollen boob tightly and pushed my fingers into my pussy with pressure. In and out, in and out. “Oh…”

“Shit…” Tiffany said in a deep groan and I suddenly felt her forehead pressed against mine. It was hot and sweaty. “Mmm…”

Her skin burned and I felt my hips naturally gyrate with my fingers. I groaned and moaned as I felt pressure from her head and her mouth only an inch or two from mine. I could taste her breath and smell her skin. I kept my head there against hers and then it was over. We lay like that until I drifted to sleep. My hand was still on my wet pussy and my shirt was pressed over my exposed chest.

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! Announcement!

The Arena found its next contestants!

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Hello dear Literotica readers, Swizzle here!

I’d like to thank you all for creatively spending your time and giving birth to those sweet-ass futas!

I’ve chosen a few contestants, and I admit, it was not an easy task…

For those that didn’t get their creation to fight today – I may use some of them in part 2, because I absolutely adore your works and ideas.

If you’d like to help me determine what should I include in my next story, write in the comments what parts did you like the most in this one or any other suggestions that come to your mind. Maybe you want to see more of Sarah or Lucida? Im all ears! (Futa ballbusting forever!)

Now, have a seat in the crowd, and enjoy the fight… Happy hunting, gentleman.

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The rules of the Arena are clear: no killing, no clothes, and no restrictions on dirty moves. Fighters can utilize some non-fair tactics like punching and kicking below the belt, holding or tackling your opponent and so on, no fouls whatsoever. The match ends when every opponent is knocked out.

There is also one new rule that contestants might want to know about: Points for hits!

+1 point for striking a limb

+5 points for striking the torso

+10 points for striking the head

+25 points for striking the genitals

+100 points for making your enemy cum by any means

-100 points for cumming

The last person standing is the winner, the person with the most points gets the second place and so on.

So! There they are. Standing in the four corners of the great Arena…

Four different creatures excitedly observing their opponents, just waiting for the sweet sound of the bell to release them from their starting positions to meet their destiny.

An elf, a cyborg, a human and a minotauress… It will indeed be an engrossing fight.

Sora’s grip on her bow tightened. She checked if her quiver was full of lust arrows, still carefully observing her opponents with her beautiful, pink eyes. The elf was looking brave and calm… but that was just on the outside. Sora was a shy creature. She always fought bravely for her cause, to spread her seed and contribute to the repopulation of her kind. But there were moments when she’d become timid, embarrassed and lose her potency…

Sora was a special kind of elf. A lust elf. She was a leader of a small tribe, where she was the only futa, and the rest were the few remaining females that bore her children. To repopulate an entire race, Sora had to do something more than to impregnate all of her wives. She had to let her life essence flow inside of different elves and humans, providing that they are willing to support her and be left sired with her offspring, of course.

The elf flicked her long, white hair back and waited patiently. A pleasant breeze swept over the length of her perfect, flaccid penis hanging between her legs. It was the elf’s crucial tool in regard to her quest, along with the two always full sperm factories packed tight below her rod. She managed to use them a significant amount of times, mating with many females around the region, but she wanted to ensure that more children will be sired, so she joined the Arena to gain renown and popularity. Even if she doesn’t win, the participation alone would provide her with additional caring females, eager to take her load and mother her seed. Naturally, all of that for the greater good… She was using her penis not to feel a tedious pleasure, to empty her precious balls in anybody she grabbed off of the streets. Every second that she spent in those taverns and inns with carefully selected females between her legs, pumping on her cock, she knew she did all that for her children. And with her final thrusts, right before a well-deserved, mutual climax, when her bulging gonads were slapping hard on her chosen partner’s thighs, she often imagined her cheerful babies and the legacy that she was yet to build for them. The mere thought of that future always filled Sora with bravery and determination…

Next warrior, a tall, lithe looking human with a metal arm was crouching and tapping the steel fingers on her knee. She was currently searching and secluding all of the weak spots that her adversaries possessed. With a smug smile, she glanced over their exposed gonads, covered only by their members. Minding the amount of points she can harvest only by tapping those poor, vulnerable parts was exciting her more than anything. Her right, cybernetic eye with black sclera and an azure, feline pupil adjusted, marking her primary targets and illuminating them in her view. She knew exactly where to strike to make the most of it…

Lilith raised slowly, her silver, long hair slid from her shoulders to her back. She herself had a very small target to hit. The length of her penis was a bit embarrassing regarding her tall figure, and ısparta escort surprisingly, there were no gonads to find on her whatsoever. But that all was soon to change, as Lilith planned to surprise the spectators and her opponents with her tricks…

She caressed her metal arm, smiling confidently and activated the electric current to flow through it. She came here to test herself and her abilities, so even if she’ll have to fight all three of the participants at once, she’ll do it with utmost efficiency. Just thinking of the possibilities, the combos that she could execute, that made her feel powerful. The cyborg highlighted her opponents eyes, throats, genitals and feet in a bright yellow color. Those were the weakest spots, and that was what she was aiming to abuse the most. A quick jab in the eyes – enemy temporarily blinded, moderate level of pain, +10 points. A swift fist to throat – enemy temporarily strangulated, moderate level of pain, +10 points. A vigorous knee driven to the underside of both gonads – enemy extendedly immobilised, possible regurgitation, immense level of pain, inevitable discomfort spreading throughout the genital area, +25 points. A powerful stomp to the foot – enemy temporarily immobilised, moderate level of pain, possible collapsing to the floor, +1 point. Oh yes, and the possibilities of combining her highlights for different attack approaches were almost bringing a tear to her left, human eye. She will make herself proud wining this contest…

Besides Lilith, there was another contestant that joined the Arena to assess her might. Brittany was enthusiastically jumping from side to side, glaring at the others, reading herself to charge immediately after the bell rings. She clenched her fists hard, keeping the guard up and imagining how she will obliterate her opponents, battering their nuts in with her studded gloves and shin guards. Each of her gloves and shin guards had a set of dull spikes, that would neatly slam into the soft structures of one’s testicles or tummy and thus generate a lot of ouch-ouch.

The only pure, unmodified human here, she was the perfect combination of speed and strength. Brittany primarily used her legs to carry out precise and firm kicks aiming for her opponents weak points, but her arms were strong enough to not be taken less serious. Many years of training and kickboxing has made a futa of steel out of her and a fierce competitor given her sports background. Smart, patient, tactical, but never shies from being the aggressor and fighting on the offensive. Brittany possessed two perfectly thick thighs and ass cheeks so mesmerisingly beautiful in their nature, that at times her opponents would get distracted by just admiring how perfectly thicc she was.

Her goal was to take down her targets one by one using her knowledge on how to use enemy’s weight and speed against them. To expose them and abuse their weaknesses. To throw in an epic armlock on somebody and smash their faces and/or balls in, and to emerge as the last futa standing. Oh yes, Brittany could almost smell the gruesome stench of victory and see the proud smile of both of her mothers that helped her on her way here. Her futanari mother always encouraged Brittany and trained her in fighting, teaching her a few useful moves, while her female mother taught her to stay determined and focused. It was high time to show everybody what she’s really made of…

The last contestant was by far the largest of them all. With a quite dumb smile, Maya was staring at her opponents, imagining how fragile could they be… Would one solid punch suffice to make them break into tiny pieces? She laughed quietly, scratching her massive, low hanging balls. She missed the time she was tending her farm and mating with other mares because of her futa-virility. Maya was the strongest and smartest of her giant friends. The minotauress joined the Arena to provide for her farm. To get money and make everyone happy. She planned to destroy her enemies in a fast, straight-forward way and return home, to her friends and partners.

She was a big girl… Her waist was almost at other people’s eye level. Her breasts, to her, were a round B-cup, but to normal humans they were much bigger. Maya had two bull horns, both almost 20 cm in length, growing out of each side of her head. Her legs, from the middle of her thighs to her ankles were covered in soft fur and ended in hooves. She also had two melon sized testicles covered in a thick, saggy ballsack that acted as a shield. It would take a couple of very hard hits to genitals for her to feel any pain. Maya also had a monstrous horsecock that was currently hidden inside her sheath.

Maya laid her eyes on the human readily jumping in her corner. She thought it will be most fun to start with her. She bumped both her gloved fists together with a smug smile on her face. The gloves had little round metal plates on her knuckles, to maximise effectiveness. She was ready to deal some serious damage and receive a nice, motivating beating herself.

The kars escort moment has come…

Suddenly a sharp sound of the bell prominently swept over the Arena. It was time for the contestants to have a whack at each other.

Almost as it was all planned, Lilith took off straight to Sora and Maya leaped towards Brittany, making a double 1 vs 1 scenario!

*Maya vs Brittany fight*

Maya, not thinking strategically, but preferring to rush to battle without thinking, just lunged at Brittany, wanting to grapple the human. Brittany reacted just in time, jumping out of the minotauress’ way and sending a side-kick

to her attacker’s belly, digging her shinguard’s dull spikes into her nicely shaped six-pack.

The minotauress missed her lunge and felt a slight impact on her tummy, spikes seemed to do nothing on her tough skin, so they just infuriated the beast. Maya quickly reacted by turning around and sending a fist to where Brittany’s head was just a moment ago.

Brittany’s sharpened reflexes allowed her to swiftly duck down, where she saw two perfect opportunities swinging loosely and bumping into each other between Maya’s thighs. Like a clockwork, she moved her bare foot forward, embedding it sturdily on the ground, then pulled her right fist back and shot it up, shoving it perfectly between Maya’s dangling, relaxed nuts. Like they say, death from below…

For Brittany, it felt like hitting a very heavy bag of potatoes. The dull spikes on her glove dug nicely into Maya’s black scrotum and the impact itself was quite hard, raising both her colossal balls up, almost reaching the minotauress’ pelvis.

Maya’s eyes widened in shock. She hadn’t felt such pain in a long time. Her nuts actually pulled themselves up, sending waves of burning sensation throughout her abdomen.

Brittany hit hard, but it was not hard enough to bring the giant down. The minotauress, filled with fury, managed to grab one of Brittany’s arms and raised her, bringing her to her front. She delivered a hard punch to Brittany’s stomach.

The hit was strong, but for Brittany it was manageable. She was accustomed to pain, so she just focused on her options. Her arm was being held firmly by the angry minotauress, so she had to find a way to get free. Brittany’s brain acted instinctively. She realized that Maya’s ballocks must ache a little at this moment, so why not finish the job?

She swung backwards, gaining momentum and when she was flying forward, she kicked her foot up Maya’s exposed nuts. The minotauress groaned in surprise, letting go of Brittany’s arm.

The kickboxer made use of Maya’s inattention, falling to ground and rolling forward between the stunned minotauress’ legs and stopping behind her. After the roll, she targeted her large aching balls again.

Brittany perfectly knew that to hurt the giant, she had to aim for the weakest spots. If her kick did nothing to the minotauress’ stomach, she had to rely on aiming for the two heavy orbs hanging in front of her face.

She launched two solid punches, each to one giant gonad respectively. Her knuckles impacted the enormous testicles from behind, making Maya’s whole ballsack raise in the air. Then, to end her rightly, she jumped up and rammed her knee into the giant’s groin, smashing her testicles against their owner’s pelvis.

Maya roared in pain, her knees bent on their own and she fell down, not able to withstand Brittany’s outstanding might inflicted on her fragile parts. Shielding her dairy products with her massive hands, her mind focused on a frustrating, burning sensation in her genitals that made her even more angry and strangely aroused…

A vibrant pick, horse-like cock started to raise from Maya’s sheath while she tried to focus on her rage, not her sore nuts.

Brittany jumped to the side, trying to think of a follow-up move, but her head was suddenly grabbed by the minotauress’ great hand.

Maya turned over to the back, moving Brittany’s head to her aching gonads and jammed her face right into her scrotum.

For Brittany, the stench was horrific. Her face was stuck between Maya’s melon-sized nuts, where she was forced to inhale her musk.

She started to flurry her assaulter’s easy-accessible family jewels with her padded fists, hitting the orbs from the sides, trying to break free from the grasp.

Maya’s eyes squinted hard and her penis started to pump itself erect faster, reaching her full length in seconds, towering over her body like a mast.

Brittany started to feel dizzy and got a boner after inhaling the minotauress’ pheromones for a while. She felt very aroused and stopped beating on the huge globes.

Maya felt that the human was finally charmed, so she let go of her head, falling loosely and relaxing, letting her bruised balls rest.

The kickboxer was dazed with sex. She raised her head and looked upon the fully extended, pink horsecock before her. She instantly felt the need to suck it.

Brittany raised to her knees kastamonu escort and neared the glorious dick that she was so drawn to. She grabbed it and started to massage Maya’s length with both her hands, watching as the monster twitched powerfully.

Maya breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling pleasure spreading over her genitals. It was nice to feel comfort sweeping away the soreness of her nuts to the side.

While Brittany was deluded by Maya’s scent, another fight took place on the other side of the Arena…

*Lilith vs Sora*

When the bell rang, Lilith took a running start to get to Sora and engage her in a melee combat. Her mind was flooded with all the different possible hit combinations.

Sora was impressed how fast Lilith was. She quickly drew her bow and shot a volley of lust arrows in her opponent’s direction. Unfortunately, not a single arrow connected. Sora was shocked to see a creature so agile and quick-thinking!

Lilith was extremely fast and dodged from one side to the other, seeing the projectiles as in slow motion. She jumped and soared through the air, avoiding all the arrows and landed right in front of the surprised elf.

The cyborg was hungrily ogling Sora’s body, her mind working in a super-sonic speed. Sora’s eyes, throat, genitals and feet were highlighted in bright yellow in Lilith’s sight.

She viewed a hundred different approaches that used various combinations of assaulting Sora’s weak points, but for now she just grabbed the elf’s big, pillowy breasts with both of her hands, enjoying her fingers digging into Sora’s delicate boob-skin.

Oh, how nice and smooth her skin was… Lilith gasped with delight, thanking herself for that stupid thought that crossed the human part of her mind.

Sora, seeing that he opponent was right in front of her, grabbing her luscious breasts, acted instinctively and immediately raised her leg, hitting Lilith’s groin with her knee. To elf’s surprise, completely nothing happened. She didn’t even feel any soft, squishy orbs down there.

Lilith smiled viciously and looked Sora in the eyes. Her seminal tanks were not filled yet, thus leaving an empty space between her legs with an exception of her dick, that started do expand quickly.

The cyborg was finished calculating her combo… She squeezed Sora’s breasts harder, making her moan and drop the bow. The elf grabbed Lilith’s arms, thus completely exposing her bottom half. How silly can those full-organics be…

Lilith stomped on Sora’s foot hard, making her squeal and spread her legs a little, bending her knees, hence adjusting her hanging testicles in an optimal position for Lilith’s other leg to make a dent in them.

While squeezing on the elf’s marvellous tits and blocking her left foot, Lilith launched a series of solid knees aiming for both of Sora’s unprepared gonads, pounding them against her pelvic bone.

Sora didn’t prepare herself to take such powerful hits aimed at her precious testicles. Every second, her nuts were being squashed between her own abdomen and Lilith’s metal knee cap. Her flaccid penis was also caught in the crossfire, as few of the knees connected with her dickhead.

Lilith showered her opponent’s balls with seven quick but solid kicks just as planned, grinding the seed inside her orbs and feeling how Sora’s fingernails dig into her forearms with great force. She let go of her breasts and without mercy, grabbed the elf’s highlighted, flaccid penis and launched a powerful electric zap from her metal arm.

Sora’s genitals trembled in shock as she felt a stunning sensation resounding inside her dick and testicles. The cold, metal hand was clenched around her length, emitting waves of electricity. The jolt, surprisingly, did not scorch her skin or harm her in any way. It only sent seemingly unending waves of electric flow throughout her genitals, making her balls jump uncontrollably.

The cyborg observed the elf’s shocked expression with satisfaction. She held her sublime penis a bit more, delighted by the feeling of power. Lilith knew that genitals were most efficient to attack to get the most of it. She finally let go of Sora’s shocked dick and watched as her nuts shiver.

With battered, red testicles, Sora backed up a little, trying to keep her composure. Her vision was blurry from tears that began to form up in her eyes. Her nuts ached so badly she thought she’ll not be able to have children any more. She fell to her knees, not being able to stand on her jelly-filled legs and grabbed her damaged goods hanging in her scrotum, trying to check if they are all right, which they fortunately were.

Lilith was very much aroused by the situation she just created. Her penis was standing up, almost reaching her ribs. It was expanding quickly thanks to her synthetic skin. The cyborg liked the feeling of her opponent’s breasts in her hands… She was thinking about sticking her dick in, between them and rubbing her cockhead on Sora’s pretty, full lips.

Sora on the other hand tried to stay focused. Her nuts were filled with a burning sensation, but they were intact and able to sire children, thankfully… She reached for her lust dagger and while Lilith was bedazzled by dirty thoughts, she threw it, aiming for her opponent’s stomach.

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Nathan looked around the room for something to do, but it was empty. There was only the bed, which was just a mattress laid out on the floor and a door leading to the toilet. The was a dim light that allowed him to see, but no windows or view from the door as he was in the basement after all.

He thought about what he could do to entertain himself, and quickly the thought of playing with his cock came to mind. Of course, this caused him to become erect, resulting in a painful electric shock on his balls.

“Ouch,” he cried out, jumping to his feet. His erection instantly disappeared. He tried to stop thinking about jerking off, but this was the first time his cock was free from the chastity belt in over a month.

Another few minutes passed until he felt his cock start to stiffen. “No, no, no,” he whispered before another electric shock hit his balls. His cock shrivelled down again.

He reached his hands down to the metal ring and tried pulling it off. But it was no use. The ring was gripping his package firmly and was stuck.

After a couple more shocks, he kept trying to pull the device off. His balls were now in a lot of pain, and he was starting to shake at the thought of getting an erection.

“Guys, I can’t do it. It’s too painful. Please take this off.” shouted Nathan at the door.

There was no reply so he called out again.

After another few minutes of tugging at the device, he heard the door unlock, then Kevin entered the room.

“What’s all this noise about?” asked Kevin.

“I can’t do it, Kevin. You need to remove this device,” he replied.

“Really! it’s only been thirty minutes,” said Kevin.

“Yes, it’s too painful,” he said.

Kevin stood in front of Nathan and thought for a moment. He then left the room, locking the door behind him.

“Kevin! Kevin!” shouted Nathan at the door.

“Crap, crap, crap” whispered Nathan, trying again to tug the device off his soar balls.

The thought of being trapped in the room turned him on slightly, causing his cock to swell once more. Of course, this led to another electric shock.

“Ouch,” said Nathan with tears forming in his eyes.

He stood up, and paced around the small room, trying to think of anything that wouldn’t excite him.

Finally, after a few minutes, Kevin returned holding a set of papers in his hands.

“Do you know what this is?” asked Kevin, handing the papers to Nathan.

Nathan read the papers. After a few sentences, he remembered it was the contract he signed when they gave him the chastity belt for the first time.

“Oh crap,” said Nathan remembering what he agreed to.

“Yeah, crap indeed,” said Kevin sarcastically. “I’ve just been reading this, and I can’t believe you agreed to this. They obviously can’t force you to stay here against your will, but if you do leave they will charge you thousands for the belt. The get out clause also isn’t for another twenty days.”

Kevin smiled as he said “Nathan, you don’t have a choice here. If you leave, you could lose everything, your car, job, savings. Plus on top of that, you’d never see Jack and Ryan again, or me either.”

Nathan knelt down and begged Kevin “Please, is there anything you can do. Can you ask them to remove the electric device? It’s just too painful.”

“I don’t know Nathan; I think it would do you some good. Ryan says you still care too much about your own pleasure. He’s trying to train you to concentrate more on the needs of others. I think it’s a good plan.” explained Kevin.

“But,” started Nathan before being interrupted.

“Plus after this week think how much easier it will be for you to please all of us. It will be over soon enough, and you’ll get to suck and play with all of us again. That is what you want, right?” said Kevin.

Nathan agreed. He didn’t have any other choice.

“Good. Then let’s stop this talk about giving up and just give the training a go,” said Kevin as he left the room.

It wasn’t long until Nathan’s had his next erection. This was followed by another shock causing his cock to shrivel up again then.

He paced around the room trying to clear his mind. It was a little bit longer until next shock, but still only a few minutes.

Eventually, his first couple of hours in the room passed. By this stage, it had been fifteen minutes since his last shock. He heard the door unlock and Ryan entered the room.

Ryan sat down on the bed beside Nathan and said “I appreciate what you’re doing for us, Nathan. We were both very disappointed that you broke our rules about shaking the belt. But this shows your commitment to us.”

Nathan looked up at Ryan and nodded.

“Now part of your training is to get you to focus on other people instead of your own sexual needs,” said Ryan while removing his top. “You need to learn that your cock isn’t necessary while we play. You must admit when you’re performing for us; you get distracted thinking about your gratification?”

Nathan nodded again, watching Ryan remove his pants.

“Oh no, please Ryan” begged Nathan as he felt trabzon escort his cock arouse.

“Try not to think about it. Just think about your duty. Your role in serving me.” explained Ryan as he removed his underwear revealing his semi-erect cock.

Nathan felt a massive shock against his balls removing his erection and causing him to hold his groin in pain.

“Come on, I don’t have all day,” said Ryan.

Nathan quickly knelt down and put Ryans cock in his mouth.

Ryan started to moan as Nathan slid his lips over his cock and sucked while trying not to have another erection. Of course, this didn’t work, and it was only a matter of seconds before another painful shock.

Ryan picked up his clothes and left the room. Nathan lay on the floor holding his balls.

It was another few minutes until his next attempted erection, but this time he was able to stop it before the shock. It was another thirty minutes until the next electric shock hit him. The time between each one was increasing, although his frustrating thoughts were still prominent.

Another two hours passed until his next visitor arrived. This time Jack unlocked the door and entered the room, holding a small wooden box. He sat down beside Nathan and said how proud of him he was, before opening the box and revealing a tiny silicone dildo.

“Now I just want you to lay on the bed and put your legs up on my shoulder,” he said while rubbing a bit of lube on the tip of the dildo.

Of course, Nathan had another erection that he couldn’t control, causing him to jump up in pain.

“It’ll get easier, I promise,” said Jack.

Nathan laid back on the bed, nervously trying not to get aroused by the situation.

“Try not to think of anything except your job, which is to accept this cock in your ass for me. This isn’t for your pleasure; it’s for mine. So there isn’t any need for your cock to become erect, right?” asked Ryan.

Nathan agreed and hoisted his legs into Jacks’ shoulders. Jack inserted the dildo slowly into Nathans ass and thrust it gently in and out. Nathan managed to keep an erection away for just under a minute until he started to enjoy it a bit too much.

“Oh no, no,” begged Nathan as he felt a flow of blood enter his cock.

“Ouch,” he screamed out at the latest shock.

Ryan removed the dildo and stroked Nathans’ head. “You can do this,” he said, before leaving the room and locking the door behind him.

Nathan stood up and walked over to the bathroom. He used the toilet standing up, which felt strange as for the past month he had to sit down. However, the sensation of touching his cock, caused him to become erect, shocking him painfully. He used some toilet paper to clean the lube from his ass.

Nathan flushed the toilet and washed his hands. He took a drink of water from the tap then went back to the bed to try and think of ways to get through the week.

It was another two hours until his next visitor, and this time he only had two electric shocks. It wasn’t because he was thinking of sex any less, but just every time blood would start to flow to his cock he would shack and remember the pain from last time.

Kevin entered the room this time. “How’s it going?” he asked.

“Getting better, it’s been a while since the last shock,” said Nathan.

“Good, good,” said Kevin.

Nathan was excited to see Kevin. He wondered what task he would have for him. Maybe he would want a blowjob, or to have sex with him. These thoughts entered his mind, semi erecting his cock. But he was able to control it before a shock was delivered to him.

“I just wanted to check in with you. We’ll have some food for you soon,” explained Kevin. He patted Nathan on the head, then left the room, locking the door behind him.

“Kevin,” shouted Nathan, but the door stayed closed.

Nathan wondered why Kevin didn’t have a task for him. Was he not attracted to him anymore? Maybe he was just teasing him. Part of him was glad not to have to try and prevent another erection.

Another hour passed, and he was starting to get hungry. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a shock but tried not to think about it too much in case another erection came.

Ryan entered the room, holding a tray of bread and soup. Nathan thanked him, and Ryan smiled at him, before leaving Nathan locked in the room on his own.

Nathan ate the food, then sat on the bed waiting for his next visit. But it was starting to get late, and no one came. He was managing about one electric shock every two hours. It was still painful, but he was happy they were not as frequent.

During the evening he checked his cock and balls for damage, as the pain was so intense from the shock he felt this couldn’t be good for him. He looked down trying to not play too much in fear of getting another shock. He noticed even though his last erection was an hour ago, there was some moisture on the tip of his cock. He knew it was precum but was confused how his body could still produce the cum without even having a semi-erection for an hour.

He uşak escort waited a while longer for a visit but felt himself growing tired. The room had no windows, or outside light source, so it was hard to know precisely what time of day it was. But eventually the light went off, and he knew it must be late enough to sleep.

Nathan woke up with a massive pain in his balls. “Ahh,” he screamed.

He had no idea what time it was, and the light was still off, leaving him unable to see anything. He apparently had a nighttime erection.

The shock made him flaccid instantly, and he lay there trying to get back to sleep.

It took him quite some time to sleep. He was petrified of getting another erection in his sleep, but finally, he was able to rest.

He woke up several times that night, with an erection followed by painful shock.

In what he could only presume was the morning, the light came back on, and he could see some toast and juice set beside the bed. He ate then used the bathroom, while he waited for what he hoped would be a visit soon.

A few hours passed. During that time, Nathan had only one electric shock. He had a few more erections but was able to control them enough to become flaccid before a shock was delivered.

Eventually, he heard the door unlock, and Ryan entered the room. This time Ryan was holding the small wooden box, Jack had yesterday.

“Good morning, how was your sleep?” asked Ryan.

“I keep waking up from the shocks. I don’t suppose you’d like to remove it for me?” asked Nathan, knowing the answer already.

“No but it’s time to reduce the allowed erection level,” explained Ryan, while taking a small key out of the wooden box. “I’m decreasing it from seventy percent to fifty percent, meaning you’ll have to control your erections a little faster this time.”

Nathan’s heart sank as he knew how difficult it had been already.

“Now you know what time it is! Lay back and put your legs up,” said Ryan. He then removed a slightly larger dildo than yesterday and applied some lube. He then inserted it into Nathan’s ass, and slowly thrusted it.

This time Nathan lasted three minutes before his cock erected. His barely felt his cock get hard before he was delivered with an intense shock.

He screamed out in pain. “Please, ouch,” he begged.

Ryan removed the dildo and allowed Nathan to stand up.

“Great, you’re making amazing progress Nathan,” said Ryan.

“Thanks,” said Nathan with a sad look on his face.

“Don’t be sad. This is a great step for you. You’ll be able to make all of us so happy anytime we like, without any interruptions. That has to be good, right?” asked Ryan.

Nathan nodded, trying now to think about all the things he couldn’t wait to do to the guys.

Ryan left the room and locked the door behind him.

As the hours passed by, Nathan checked his groin several times for damage, but everything seemed fine. Even with checking his cock, he was finding it easier to prevent any erections. There was still a constant drip of precum hanging off his cock, which he would wipe off periodically.

Nathan was still confused as to the exact time but could feel himself getting hungry again. Sure enough, a few more hours passed, then Jack entered the room giving him his next meal. Some more soup and bread.

“Thanks, Jack,” said Nathan, picking up the food to eat.

“Before you eat, I have a task for you,” said Jack, while removing his pants. “I want five minutes from you, understand?”

Nathan didn’t know how he would manage five minutes. He was already getting a semi-erection from the thought alone.

“Yes Jack,” replied Nathan, as he knelt down and wrapped his mouth around his cock.

Jack started to moan and thrust into Nathans’ mouth. A few minutes passed, and Nathan still hadn’t become erect. In the fourth minute, he could feel the blood start to flow to his cock.

He pushed out Jacks cock and said “Oh no, no, no, please. Ouch!”

He reached for his groin and held them in pain, while he cock went back to its flaccid state.

“I didn’t say you could stop,” said Jack.

“Sorry Jack,” said Nathan, getting back in position to finish the last minute.

Finally, Jack pulled out and put his pants back on. “Enjoy your lunch, and I’ll see you soon,” he said with a wink.

Nathan looked down at his flaccid cock, begging himself just to stay soft. He then ate his lunch and cleaned himself up in the toilet room again.

More time passed, while Nathan attempted to entertain himself by thinking what the three guys would be talking about. He wondered if Kevin was even still up there, and if he was, what were Jack and Ryan teaching them.

From lunch to his dinner visit, he didn’t have a single electric shock. Again when blood started to flow to his cock, he was able to stop it in time to prevent a shock.

His next visitor was Kevin, who entered the room with a tray with more soup and bread on it. He was wearing nothing except a small pair of tight rubber underpants.

“How are van escort you holding up,” asked Kevin.

“Oh you look so hot,” said Nathan. “Can I suck you off?”

“The question is do you deserve to suck my cock?” asked Kevin.

Nathan screamed out in pain as his cock became erect and he was delivered a shock.

“Not this time. You’ll get there,” said Kevin before setting down the tray and leaving the room.

“No, please come back,” asked Nathan. But Kevin had already left.

Nathan ate his lunch with difficulty, as he kept thinking about Kevin almost naked in front of him. He wanted nothing but to suck him off and make him cum in his mouth.

When he finished his dinner, he paced around the room trying to clear his mind from giving him another erection.

Nathan had no more visitors that evening, nor any erections until the light went off and it was time for him to sleep.

Over the next two days, Nathan’s schedule remained the same. Jack or Ryan would decrease the allowed erection level on the shock device, and either insert the dildo into his ass or require a blowjob.

Kevin, however, didn’t do anything but tease Nathan. He would enter wearing almost nothing, but always covering his cock, balls and ass.

All Nathan could do was try and remember what Kevin’s cock looked like, but not overthink in case he would become erect again and get a shock.

His erections became less and less frequent, and on his fourth day, he could only count two, which both came from Kevin’s tease.

By the fifth day, Nathan was allowed a five percent erection before being delivered an electric shock. This gave him no time to control his erections. His only option was to make sure they never started.

He tried to ignore any sexual thought that entered his mind, but it was impossible. Any small amount of blood flow to his cock would result in an electric shock, and throughout the day he was given more than twenty shocks.

His cock and balls were in so much pain from the shocks; it was like he was starting on day one all over again.

Sleep on the fifth night was almost impossible as he was woken every thirty minutes with new erections.

The sixth day was a little easier. His mind was still full of all the sexual things he wanted to do and have done to him. But his cock was reluctant to let any blood pass in.

He was even able to hold off an erection during Kevins daily tease. Kevin was actually about to remove his underpants, but just before he did, Nathan received a painful shock. He just couldn’t keep his erection away, which caused Kevin to leave.

Nathan woke up on what he guessed to be the seventh day.

The door opened, and all three guys entered the room.

“Good morning,” said Jack. “Last day of your punishment. Did it go faster than you expected?”

“No, it’s been the longest week of my life,” said Nathan.

“Any erections last night?” asked Kevin.

“I woke up once with a shock last night, but this morning I didn’t have an erection,” said Nathan.

“Great!” said the three guys in unison, followed by a laugh.

Ryan moved towards Nathan and stroked his chest, running his fingertips down and over his cock.

Nathan started to shake in fear of an erection, but none came. Ryan and Kevin joined him, and they began to feel Nathan’s body, and rub his ass.

He loved the attention but was able, much to his surprise, to prevent any blood flowing to his penis.

“Impressive,” said Ryan while Kevin nodded in agreement.

“Told you it would work,” said Jack.

“Okay, time to remove the shocker,” said Ryan, reaching out to the device and inserting a key that allowed it’s removal.

Nathan reached down to rub his balls, that felt sore from the tight device.

“How does that feel?” asked Jack.

“Great, thank you for removing it. Does this mean no more device?” asked Nathan.

No one replied, but Kevin started to undress, removing his t-shirt and pants. He removed his socks and underwear, revealing the cock that Nathan had been begging to see all week.

Kevin walked towards Nathan and lay back on the bed.

Nathan watched him then got onto his knees. He started to lick Kevin’s erect cock then wrapped his mouth around the head thrusting it in and out of his mouth.

Again, not the slightest erection for Nathan.

After several minutes of pleasuring Kevin, he exploded into Nathans’ mouth. He let off a moan, which was followed by a cheer from Ryan and Jack.

Kevin lay back exhausted then said how pleased he was with Nathans performance.

After a few minutes of recovering, he sat up and looked at Nathan’s cock, happy that there was no erection what so ever.

Even though Nathan wasn’t erect, he was still hornier than ever. He loved the sight of Kevin naked and just wanted to suck him off again.

Kevin reached his hand out and felt Nathans cock, running his fingers down over his foreskin.

“What’s this?” said Kevin, noticing the precum dripping from Nathans cock.

“Yeah I constantly have precum, but there’s no erection, I promise,” said Nathan.

“Yes I can see,” said Kevin slowly rubbing the precum over the head of Nathans penis using his foreskin. Unfortunately, this was too much for Nathan, and he felt his cock start to expand.

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It was a big day for her, Tachu reflected, as she glided the electric razor over her scalp, removing traces of blue stubble to expose the pale pinkness beneath, After all her efforts in securing the deal with the Taming Force Corporation, today was finally the day in which the client would sign and all her efforts would be rewarded. At last, she would be entitled to the handsome commission that she so often discussed with Kenchi when she had to justify those late nights in the office that filled her with so much guilt. She was so fortunate to have such an understanding wife: one who would accept the hours of waiting until the metro finally delivered Tachu home to their expensive suburban apartment.

She examined her shaven pate in the bathroom mirror reflection in which she could also see Kenchi dozing under the silken sheets, blissfully unperturbed by thoughts of her day in the classroom where she taught all those young boys and girls the intricacies of mathematics and who were wholly undeserving of her tuition. And how could they be deserving? Tachu was so grateful she was married to a woman so very beautiful, whose naked body was unquestionably the object of the desire of so many other men and women. And a woman who was hers to love and desire whenever she so desired. She smiled indulgently as Kenchi rolled over, her bluish scalp on the down-filled pillows and her arms stretched out in prayer-like formation in front of her.

Tachu sighed. Her bosom swelled with love. Kenchi was the perfect lover. No one could ever match her in beauty and cleverness.

But first, best not to neglect her crotch. It wouldn’t do for the executives from TFC to see even the shadow of stubble there. She’d been so embarrassed that time when entertaining the DAL executives when she found that long hair that had so sneakily evaded her razor.

And then, over the high-pitched whirr of her laser-sharp razor, she heard a grunt coming from the bed.

“Are you awake, Kenchi dear?” Tachu asked softly.

Kenchi stirred slightly, her eyes opened slightly and she smiled.

“I couldn’t let you leave on this big day without wishing you well, could I?” she almost groaned through her sleep-encrusted lips.

Tachu felt so much love at that moment. Oh Kenchi! However many times Tachu might declare her love it was never enough.

“Just a moment, sweetest. I’ve got to look my best today. I don’t want a single trace of hair on my crotch!”

Kenchi nodded.

“No. That wouldn’t do! What might the executives think? A senior female sales exec with hair? The very idea!”

Soon enough Tachu made sure to the best of her ability that she was as presentable as she could be. Kenchi was so understanding! As a school teacher she could risk a day’s, even several days’, stubble, but appearance was paramount in Tachu’s profession. And soon Tachu could leave the bathroom, in her full nakedness, and strode over to her wife who leaned up, supporting her weight on an elbow.

“Just a little nibble?” she pleaded.

Of course!” said Tachu. “But only briefly. I’ve got a train to catch!”

And so Tachu stood in front of Kenchi who leaned her face forward, her lips open and her tongue slipping seductively through the parted teeth. And Tachu received the full sensual delight of her lover’s tongue on the ragged inner lips of her vulva, and then, more delightful than even that, the sharp nip of Kenchi’s teeth on those same lips. Tachu put a hand on Kenchi’s stubbled head, relishing this humbling expression of love.

“Enough!” commanded Tachu reluctantly. “I’ve got to get going!”

“It’ll be alright, won’t it?” asked Kenchi anxiously, just as reluctantly removing her lips from Tachu’s genital ones. “They’ll sign and the deal will be finalised in the traditional manner?”

“It will be a bukkake ceremony of unmatched excellence!” Tachu assured her, but remembering too well those painful occasions when the expected final ceremony did not happen. Those times when an unsuspected tender from a rival firm had undercut or overtaken that offered by the senior sales executive of United Leverage plc.

Kenchi nodded, but Tachu could see that her wife recognised too well the anxiety that she felt. Maybe this would be another yearned-for tender finalisation that would not be signed and sealed with the client’s semen. The shame and dishonour would surely be too much to bear at the next board meeting. Perhaps she would again feel the full wrath of the CEO’s anal penetration and chastisement. Although Tachu recognised the necessity of such ritual humiliation, the pain and sheer messiness of it forever haunted her as she endeavoured to do the best she could for her company’s shareholders’ interests.

She tried to take her mind off her anxieties as she sat on the metro while it thundered towards the city centre. Opposite her was a girl whose hair must have been at least a centimetre long. Tachu sniffed. What a slut! But there were just no standards amongst the young these days. She regarded her own reflection istanbulescort.biz in the windows opposite, acting as a perfect mirror against the darkness of the tunnel as the train rattled on. Her best suit, discreetly opened so that the full heave of her full bosom could be seen, a glimpse of the areola just about visible, and her short skirt under which today she was definitely not going to wear any knickers and through which any one leaning down might catch a peek of her smooth shaved crotch.

Tachu regarded the other passengers. A group of schoolchildren were gathered together, all identically dressed, girls and boys: blazers, ties, baggy shorts to the knees, long white socks from the knees to their black shoes and only the well-scrubbed knees showing. Like her and all the other passengers, except the slut opposite in her jeans and sleeveless tee-shirt, with their scalps neatly shaven. Tachu felt a small pang of envy at the boldness of the unshaven girl, who would probably be quite pretty if she’d paid more attention to her appearance. Why! Tachu was sure that she even had hair under her armpits. How disgusting! Unless she worked in a vegetarian café or a record shop, how could a girl like that possibly get a job?

When she got to the office, she immediately searched out Menga, whom she knew would have been in the office at least an hour before her, as custom dictated. She’d thought long and hard about which one of her junior sales reps should have the privilege of accompanying her on the deal finalisation ceremony, and she had decided that it was Menga who was the most deserving. Those long hours she had put in to preparing the tender! (Though she could never be sure how long after she left the office her staff might decide it was prudent for them to also leave).

Menga stood up from her desk as Tachu approached, as did the other girls in the office, but she could see that it was her that Tachu was most intent on approaching. She bowed her head slightly as Tachu came near.

“Good morning, ma’am!” she said, with a tremulous quiver to her voice.

“Are you prepared, Menga?” Tachu asked. “Have you shaved and scrubbed yourself?”

“I have indeed, ma’am!”

“You might consider another shower this afternoon. And I hope you remembered to bring your razor?”

“I have, ma’am!”

“Fourteen hundred hours. Executive suite Twenty Six. Make sure you’re there!”

Menga nodded, her face struggling to restrain any expression of her delight at the honour bestowed on her. Tachu turned around and left, and Menga and the other girls sat down only when the office door had closed behind the executive manager. Tachu could imagine the envy her other junior staff were at this moment feeling towards their lucky colleague!

It was a tense morning for Tachu as she ensured that all the arrangements were in place for the afternoon. She made sure that the caterer, the photographer and the seating arrangements were exactly right. She didn’t want a single thing to upset the big event. But most importantly she had to ensure that she herself was wholly presentable. And this meant, of course, that she would need to take a shower in the executive staff washroom.

As Tachu scrubbed herself vigorously with a loofah under the stinging spray of the shower, she could hear the clickety click of a pair of stiletto heels stride across the tiles and then heard someone sit down in one of the door-less toilet cubicles. She poked her head out of the shower and saw that it was Chenkun, the senior marketing executive, who was carefully pulling off her clothes.

“Do you want a shower too?” Tachu called out.

“No. Not at all, Tachu,” Chenkun replied with a smile. “I’ve just been attending another tiresome meeting and I thought I’d relax by masturbating before proceeding with the rest of my duties.”

“Do you want to borrow my vibrator?” Tachu suggested amiably. “It’s a Caldron 19. A very fine model.”

“No, that’s fine, Tachu. But I appreciate the offer. Especially if you’ve already used it and I could share of your fluids. But I much prefer my Thunder 73. It has just the right rhythm for how I feel at the moment!”

Tachu smiled as her naked colleague pulled out her long purple vibrator from inside her handbag, sat on the toilet seat with her legs parted and worried the lips of her vagina with the whirring toy. However, as she returned to her ablutions, she dismissed the idea of accompanying her colleague in mutual masturbation by the consideration that the executives from TFC might not appreciate the smell or taste of a previously excited vagina. But it was a distraction for her to listen to her colleague’s ecstatic gasps as the buzzing sex toy aided her towards her solo climax.

“Are the executives from TFC here yet?” Tachu asked the receptionist anxiously on the appointed hour.

“Promptly, ma’am,” the receptionist nodded, keeping her eyes discreetly lowered.

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With that, Tachu spun around on her torturously high stilettos and strode towards the room where, as arranged, Menga was standing naked, except for her own stiletto heels, by the side of the spread laid out by the caterers.

“Is everything in order, Menga?” Tachu asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” her naked junior assented, bowing her head.

“The photographer?”

“She’s waiting in the anteroom, ma’am.”

Tachu nodded. Everything did indeed seem to be in order. And Menga was sweetly perfumed, her crotch and pate meticulously shaved, her lips rouged a very dark red and her eyes stylishly painted with kohl.

“So, we are sure that everything is as it should be for the CEO from TFC and his colleagues?”

Menga nodded. “Yes, ma’am!” she announced firmly and decisively.

And then they arrived, the CEO and his senior executives, their heads properly shaved and wearing expensive double-breasted suits, escorted by the receptionist, her eyes modestly averted, and the rings in her bare nipples linked by a company-approved chain.

“Welcome, Mr Chien, sir!” said Tachu. “And welcome also to your colleagues. We have prepared a small repast for your pleasure of which we would be delighted you partook before we finalise the deal.”

Mr Chien was a small stocky man in his early fifties who nodded and gestured to his silent coterie of executives. “You heard the lady!” he said. “Tuck in!”

The executives did so, crowding around the table where the food was presented and where Menga stood, naked and also silent, by the side.

Tachu gestured towards her junior sales rep. “Please serve Mr Chien with a selection of what the caterers have so generously provided,” she commanded.

Only when Mr Chien had lifted a chicken leg to his mouth and took a bite from it did the other executives do the same with any of the food they had selected, while Menga fussed around them to make sure that not one of them would be without the serviettes and forks they might require.

“I see you are married,” remarked Mr Chien, glancing at the ring on Tachu’s finger.

“Yes, sir,” said Tachu, unable to suppress the pride in her voice. “And to a most beautiful woman, I am happy to say.”

“I’m very happy for you,” smiled the CEO. He chewed the chicken decorously, holding a serviette up to his mouth. “I have several wives and a husband. All are very pleasant, although my first wife is getting on a bit now.”

“Your other wives are younger, sir?”

“Very much so. And much more sexually active. Although my first wife does her best when the occasion demands of it.”

“She must be very pleased for you, sir.”

“Indeed she is.”

Soon enough, the food was consumed and everyone sat down at the executive table to sign the various documents that Tachu and her staff had prepared. Everyone that is except Menga who stood, naked and self-consciously, by the dining table. First each executive would carefully read the documents, sign it and pass it on to the executive to their left. Eventually the document would arrive at Mr Chien, seated next to Tachu, who would give the document only the most cursory glance before, with a flourish, signing the document in the section reserved only for him.

And then when all the documents were signed, Tachu pressed the little buzzer by her side and a secretary appeared, picked up the documents and without raising her head to look at the assembled executives scurried out on her high stiletto heels.

“And now,” said Tachu, at last permitting herself a smile, “we can complete the transaction.”

The executives looked anxiously at their CEO. He nodded and smiled, the first time since he had arrived in the room. “Yes, we can.” He looked at Tachu. “I take it that first I fuck your delightful colleague and then I complete the ceremony on your charming self?”

It was all Tachu could do to resist breaking into a grin of satisfaction. The ceremony was to proceed as tradition demanded. “Yes, sir,” she said, fighting off a gasp of excitement. “Menga is well-practised at the art of fucking. Her vagina as well as her anus is fully at your disposal.”

“She remains unmarried, I take it?”

“She is, sir, though she is very sweet with a gentleman from the Systems Development department.”

“He is a very fortunate man in having such a beautiful lover.”

Before the ceremony could begin it was necessary that the photographer be ready to take the pictures. Tachu summoned her in by intercom and smiled as she strode in, several cameras slung around her shoulders and a huge tripod in her hands. The company photographer dressed in a smart suit, with a skirt short enough that she could crouch with it being no obstacle to her and a torch secured around her shaven pate should extra light be needed for any of the requisite shots. She slightly bowed her head and almost immediately began snapping pictures of the executives.

Menga made her way to the futons laid out in preparation at the further end of the room. The larger one covered several square meters and Menga sat down on it. A smaller, more luxurious, down-filled futon lay a small distance away. Tachu strode up to it, and in a few practised movements removed her clothing and secured them on the executive hangers lining the wall. Once naked, she bowed her head reverentially and sat down on the smaller futon.

The executives from TFC were now confronted with the sight of two naked shaven women, still in their high stilettos, recumbent on the futons in the traditional manner: legs open and their weight supported by their arms. Menga young and slender, with pert, pointed breasts. Tachu filled out slightly by her relative maturity, large full thighs and a comely bosom: one that Kenchi so enjoyed licking and sucking. The executives were clearly excited, but they stood in a polite row, their eyes glancing towards the two women but their faces struggling to betray no feeling.

The CEO nodded and, finally, with his permission, the executives divested themselves of their own clothes, neatly folded them and arranged them on the executive hangers provided for the purpose. Nor all the executives were as ready as the others, as Tachu could deduce from the erectness of their penises. Indeed, one penis was a very sorry sight: a little walnut compared to some of the proud truncheons on display. However, the pills that United Leverage plc provided on the smaller table, along with all the vibrators, lubricants and creams, should easily resolve that gentleman’s lack of apparent enthusiasm. In earlier days, Tachu reflected, such impoliteness could easily lead to an executive’s instant dismissal and even now the executive was plainly self-conscious as he gamely stroked his penis.

Only when all the other executives were completely naked and standing in a row by the larger futon where Menga lay, did the CEO begin to remove his own clothes, which he did at a significantly more leisurely pace than his juniors. But Tachu was pleased to see that his penis was fully erect and was quite a handsome one too. Naturally, it was to be expected that only the most virile executives could rise to his exalted position, Tachu never failed to feel anxiety that she might perform the bukkake ceremony with a client unable to properly finalise the deal in the traditional manner.

The CEO approached Menga as she lay on the futon and bade her turn onto her front. It was clear he was a man who preferred to enter from behind, which pleased Tachu. She glanced at a tube of lubricant on the table. She hoped that Menga had applied plenty of that to her anus. First of all, Menga fellated the CEO’s erect penis but for less than a minute, so as to ensure that it was truly rock hard and lubricated by her spit. Menga was an expert fellater: it was one of her chief selling skills, and a skill that had often made the difference between a deal’s success or failure, but in this case the CEO was clearly impatient for proper penetration, and perhaps reluctant for any early release of semen.

When Mr Chien was positioned with his penis thrusting in and out of Menga’s well-lubricated vagina and apparently no longer paying attention to Tachu, the senior sales exec wandered over to the table of sexual aids and made her selection of lubricants and creams. She hesitated over which vibrator to choose, but, finally, recalling the pleasure it had given Chenkun in the executive washroom, she plumped for a Thunder 73. She only hoped that it would be as effective for her as it had been for the marketing exec.

As the vibrator whirred around her tender lips and clitoris, she regarded the waiting executives, now all properly erect, probably having also taken whatever steps were necessary to ensure this was so, and, with rather more interest, the fucking between the CEO and Menga. Tachu had made a wise selection in choosing that girl, she could see that. Menga was truly a good fuck and well worth the CEO’s attention, alternating as he did between vagina and anus, while she gasped and shrieked in ecstasy that even Tachu was unsure whether it was feigned or genuine. That girl would go far, Tachu reflected. Perhaps as a reward she might invite her to her suburban home for dinner and sex with her and Kenchi. If, of course, her wife assented.

However good Menga was as a lover, it would be inappropriate for the CEO to spend too long with such a junior staff member. She was, after all, intended only to warm up the proceedings and the reason for the tradition of the CEO fucking her so soon was to ensure that the other executives would share in the same intimate activity as their senior manager. The photographer fussed around the couple, discreetly taking pictures from all angles and getting quite close indeed when Mr Chien removed his erect penis from Menga’s anus and the sales rep sucked and gobbled at it, relishing the taste of her own shit and vaginal fluids, mixed with lubricating cream and saliva, and guaranteeing that it was in a respectable condition for penetration into a senior sales exec. All the while, the other executives from TFC stood patiently in a row, masturbating themselves and staying very quiet.

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I was thirty and totally straight when I realized I like cock way more than pussy.

A little bit of background first. I was not a virgin, was not molested, and did not “know my whole life” that I was gay. I had many heterosexual relationships; I had sex with women regularly and enjoyed it when I did. I was not homophobic but I was in fact very comfortable being “gay adjacent”.

As a kid, when my family went to the Castro district in San Francisco, I was fascinated by the gay culture and curious about the guys’ attraction to each other. I couldn’t take my eyes off of men when I saw them kissing. In college I was an art major and was very interested in studying anatomy, male and female, drawing nudes and studying classic Greek, Roman and Renaissance statues, especially the ones that celebrated the male physique. I loved the beautifully muscular men’s bodies, without them being exaggerated and cartoonish, like modern bodybuilders.

After college I even did some anatomy modeling myself, having a very muscular body. I was proud of my body but a little modest about posing nude so I used a posing strap (basically a G-string), in art classes at colleges but posed nude when modeling for smaller private drawing sessions.

I had been hit on by gay guys many times and I found it flattering, never offensive, but I never took any of the men up on their offers. I had played with my asshole a few times, but only in the context of what it would be like in a straight sex session, if a woman was pleasuring my ass. One time I used my girlfriend’s vibrator on my ass when she was out of town. I found the sensation absolutely euphoric and I envied gay guys for being so in touch with this wonderful source of pleasure. I wasn’t able to insert the vibrator very far into my ass and I thought “I could never be gay because my asshole is too tight”.

I provide this background so you understand how dramatic the change was that I made, or rather, that was revealed, in one day. No matter how much resistance I put up, that resistance was drowned by a tsunami of desire to be passionately, deeply, lustfully fucked and dominated by a man.

I was working as a personal trainer at a gym at the time this happened. I had several clients, gay, straight, men and women, and I had a reputation as a guy who knew what he was doing and had the body to back it up. Like I said, I had done some modeling that required a muscular physique and a handsome face. I had done also some runway and magazine work. I was good looking with a great body but I wasn’t going to make a living off of just that. A college girlfriend had talked me into sending nude photos to a female-oriented centerfold magazine. I have a very nice, very big cock, and the magazine wanted me to come to L.A. but I chickened out.

One of my clients from the gym, Scott, was also a very good friend of mine outside the gym. I never thought of him in a sexual way, but he brought me to several gay events, along with his partner. I always felt completely comfortable at these parties, costume and cocktail affairs, because I like showing off my body. I enjoyed the attention I got, and I never felt my masculinity threatened. “I’m comfortable enough with my sexuality that I can wear a pink shirt,” I used to say.

One afternoon Scott invited me to an adults-only pool party at a rich gay couple’s house where he was house sitting. He said it would be a mixed crowd but mostly gay guys attending. He said he wanted to show me off a little to his friends. I said yes since his desire to be associated with a hot straight guy aligned with my desire to be ogled at and desired. Maybe I would meet a hot woman there.

The day before the party I finished my workout and felt confident that my sculpted arms and thighs, washboard abs, pronounced pecs and bubble ass would turn some heads. I wasn’t cocky or conceited but I had received enough compliments to know what I had been blessed with genetically, even if I couldn’t take all the credit for it. I then went to the tanning bed studio to add some color.

I knew how obsessed gay guys were with tans and I didn’t want to offend anyone with my paleness. I also shaved my cock and balls because the swim suit I was going to be wearing was my posing strap, basically a grocery sack for my cock and balls, and I didn’t want any bushy pubes ruining the look. When I finished shaving, I left a pencil- thin landing strip, I looked at my self in the mirror and got an instant hard on. “Damn! I’d fuck me if I were gay”, I thought. This is an admittedly narcissistic attitude. It’s also a clue that on some level I was sexually excited by men. A straight guy probably wouldn’t get a hard on looking at his own hairless cock and balls and smooth anal entrance.

When I arrived at the party, dressed in shorts and a polo shirt, Scott pulled me aside as soon as I stepped into the house. He warned me that at some point there might be a clothing-optional-for-the rest-of-the-party announcement. He was trying muğla escort to be sensitive to any discomfort I might feel at a party full of naked gay men. I said I would be fine with it.

He told me to jump into my swim suit and come out to the pool to meet everyone. I went to a bedroom and stripped down to my G-string. I checked the mirror and adjusted the sack to fully contain my package, and my cock swelled slightly, pulling the narrow strip of material covering my anus tight. That’s going to chafe my asshole if my cock gets any harder, I thought. Be sure not to get a hard on, I cautioned myself.

I stepped out onto the pool deck surrounding an infinity pool overlooking a verdant valley with a sprinkling of mansions dotting the landscape. I looked around and I realized that mine was the skimpiest suit there. Most guys were wearing Speedos, boy-shorts, etc., but none of them had their ass cheeks out like I did. “Whoa, dressed to impress I see,” Scott said.

“Yeah, well I thought gay guys liked to flaunt their goods so figured there’d be more guys dressed like me here. Oh well,” I replied.

Scott paraded me around the pool area, introducing me to everyone. People were lounging on chaises, laying on towels on the grass, and sitting on the edge of the pool. I had only met a few of the people before, members of the gym where I worked. Only one woman was there, the wife of another guy, not the hot woman I was kind if hoping to meet at the party. Again, oh well.

The guys were a mix of attractiveness, from average to extremely good looking. I was assessing them strictly from the standpoint of a fitness pro and appreciator of anatomical beauty. Of the thirty or so people there, five guys looked like models, very handsome and with incredible bodies. They represented the looks-obsessed faction of gay culture well.

Scott meandered with me around the pool like a show pony, making turns to say “one more thing,” causing me to be turned all the way around for all aspects of my nearly naked body to be inspected. The reactions of the guests were mostly predictable; gay guys would look me up and down and smile approvingly, then excitedly whisper to their nearby friends. The straight people just nodded and tried to not look at my brightly displayed crotch. One of the truly beautiful guys, Ted, lifted his sunglasses when Scott said his name.

Ted was laid out on a beach chaise on a white towel. His body was perfect by Greek statuary standards. Very muscular arms, pecs in slabbed squares, eight-pack abs, massive , muscular thighs and contoured calves. But unlike the tiny button of a penis on most steroid-built bodybuilders, his square-cut boy shorts clung to the outline of a very generous cock and ample balls. I had to silently give it to him; he was the epitome of a gorgeous man, gay or otherwise.

I felt a little intimidated by Ted as Scott walked away after the introduction. I stood in front of Ted, casting a shadow over his beautiful, tan body, chiseled facial features and soft, wavy black hair. He looked to be Italian or of some other Mediterranean lineage . He didn’t have a single flaw that I could see. “Hey Darren,” he snapped me back from my daydream. I realized I had been gazing at him while all those thoughts were going through my mind. His eyes slowly left mine and followed my body down to my cock, presented proudly in my skimpy jock. He stopped there and slowly retraced his gaze back up my body, stopping and locking eyes with me.

He smiled approvingly. I smiled back, also approvingly. Two could play this game, I thought. This kind of undressing me with his eyes and overt sexual attention was a win for me, as it was coming from an Adonis like him. I liked him wanting me, and I guess I wanted to keep it going. “Want a drink?” I asked. I had no idea what or where the drinks were but for some reason I wanted to serve him.

“That’d be great, white wine,” he said. As I sauntered toward the house to find the white wine I casually bent over to pick up a pebble on the deck and toss it away before anyone stepped on it with a bare foot. I bent over from my waist in order to give Ted a good deep peek at my virgin asshole barely covered by a strip of Spandex. I looked back over my shoulder and sure enough, Ted had his sunglasses propped up on top of his head and was up on one elbow to watch my ass as I walked away. I smiled at him staring at my ass, and he smiled back sheepishly. I love getting these guys worked up, I mused.

I returned with his white wine and one for myself. His eyes were at the level of my cock and he took his time to look up to thank me. I loved the flirtation, even though I had no intention of it going anywhere. He then dropped his legs off each side of the lounge and adjusted his package beneath the clinging nylon fabric. His cock had swollen slightly and I could clearly see the outline of his cock head, a magnificently defined, flesh-piercing truffle. Now it was my turn to feel in awe. rhodope-mugla.org “Touché,” I said to myself. My G-string started to pull tighter in my ass crack and I realized that my cock was swelling slightly. “What was it about this situation that was making me flush and my heart race? I’m not gay. I’m as straight as they come. And yet I feel like I am crushing on this guy and I wouldn’t object to kissing his beautiful lips and running my fingers along his magnificent chest, down his rippled abs to that outline of a massive cock,” I thought.

We made more small talk and everything seemed like a sexual innuendo. I couldn’t turn off the flirting, as much as I tried. As we talked, two other things were happening: I was assessing the source of my feelings to fondle him, and why my body was reacting this way when my mind knows I’m straight; and I was visually tracing droplets of sweat as they ran in rivulets down Ted’s smooth beefy pecs, across the mogul run that was his washboard abs, and disappeared into the edge of his swimsuit riding just above his pubic ridge. These two opposing forces were confounding me. One felt very logical: I know I’m straight; and the other felt really, really good: I want to be the object of a gay sexual pleasure cruise.

I hadn’t noticed but the couples and straight people, other than me, had drifted away and left the party already. Maybe Scott had warned them too about what was coming next but they didn’t feel as comfortable with it as I did. Scott announced, “This is it guys, clothing is now optional!” to which a loud cheer went up from the fifteen or twenty remaining men.

Ted locked eyes with me again and stood up. Without taking his eyes off mine, daring me to not look away, he hooked his thumbs into the top of his waist band and pulled his trunks down to his thighs. His beautiful swollen, semi-hard cock, which had been laying sideways when he was laying down, now rolled off his abdomen and fell forward, like a just cut tree in the forest. It stopped at a 45 degree angle from his body, heavy, swelling with blood.

He was taunting me with his body and now with his cock. I realized that I secretly, passionately wanted to devour him, but my head was trying to remind me that’s not possible, because I’m not gay. The material running between my ass cheeks was pulling tighter against my hole as my cock started to engorge. “You’re not going to join us?” Ted said waving toward all the men who were now sans swimsuits, or any clothing.

I stood up, knowing he was directly challenging me to maintain my premise of being straight. I had to do it because I had to prove it to myself as well. I doffed my trunks all at once, pulling them down to my ankles, and straightened back up. My plump cock jumped when it was released from the posing strap. I didn’t realize how swollen it was and now it was inching away from my body as it continued to get harder. This was a problem. Getting hard at the sight of these men would mean I’m gay, or at least I’m on my way. I needed to hide my erection so I turned sideways to Ted. That just made it worse because he could see my big cock growing, continuing to crank higher, and bigger, in profile. I looked for some way to hide my hardening cock.

I noticed three guys, the other beautiful model-types, splashing in the shallow end of the pool. I said to Ted, “I need to cool off,” and I jumped into the pool. My blood filled cock felt as big and obvious as a rescue torpedo just under the surface of the water.

The three men in the water were all very handsome and well built – gay eye candy for sure. One of them asked me if I would join them for a chicken fight in the pool, to make the number of players even. If I stood up completely now, my rising cock would be visible for all to see, which would expose to all the men how I really felt. I did not want the three model-boys thinking I was gay, but I agreed to play because I needed an excuse to stay in the water and splash around.

I offered to be the bottom for my teammate, Dylan, and I swam under water between his legs. He had a sprinter’s thighs and ass, all muscle, magnificently sculpted. His crotch was shaved bare, as were all the gay men at the party, and his skin looked as smooth as marble. His tan line revealed him to be a G-string wearer as well. At least I had called shaving my cock, balls and ass right.

His cock was well veined and had a doorknob sized head. Not grotesque, just right for his soda can sized shaft. His full balls were bobbing like buoys in the current over my head as I swam between his legs and lifted my shoulders to meet his ass, with his rectum at the nape of my neck. I wrapped my arms around his lower legs and lifted him out of the water.

As the water ran off of us I turned my head to the side and there was his divine cock, laying against my jaw. This was the closest I had ever been to another man’s cock, but unlike what I thought my reaction might have been, I didn’t want to pull away. His cock shaft felt full and fleshy against my neck and chin.

I quickly turned back and in the process my lips grazed the very ample head of his penis. I felt like bridges were being crossed at a pace that I couldn’t control. This proximity to Dylan’s beautiful man meat and my brush with his head wasn’t helping me to calm down my own cock. Quite the opposite.

Blood was rushing everywhere in my body and I felt hot despite being in the pool. But it was rushing especially to my cock and I felt my cock helmet break the surface of the water. I started wrestling with the other team immediately to distract them from noticing my hard on.

As we laughed and wrestled I intentionally over exerted myself to try and divert the blood to my arms and legs and away from my cock. We fell sideways and Dylan slipped around my neck and off my shoulders, with his ankles now resting on my trapezius muscles. He was floating on his back, facing me. But more significantly, his previously relaxed soda can-sized cock was growing into a pound sized package of spaghetti noodles, with all of the attendant ridges and girders.

“We’re a good team,” he said as he watched my cock head sway above the water’s surface like a periscope. I told Dylan and the other two guys, Phillip and Ray, that I had to get out and use the bathroom. I clutched a beach towel to my crotch to hide my fully erect cock as I waddled to the house.

The house was gorgeous and I found the master bathroom. The house belonged to a gay couple, doctors, and they obviously had exquisite taste. The master bed was an ocean of silky smooth black satin sheets, comforter and pillows. I wondered how many men’s asses had been fucked and cocks sucked on that bed. I pictured a threesome of hot guys shooting cum loads into each other’s asses and mouths on that bed and cum drizzled like caramel sauce on an ice cream cone, on those sheets.

I envied gay guys for their man-to-man, no pussy headaches romantic relationships, as well as their lack of sexual inhibitions. I started to question whether my sexuality was as clear as I thought it was. “Were there signals all along? Was my curiosity and fascination with gay culture really a desire to be part of it?” I wondered.

On paper I was a perfect candidate for a prototypical gay man, at least as much as Scott had described the typical gay man ti me. I was an art major in college. I worked in a gym. I loved the male anatomy. And I worked on perfecting my own body to make it essentially the pinnacle of attraction to gay men. After all, most women didn’t really care about muscles on their straight boyfriends and husbands. This was a moment, an opportunity, to really test my sexual identity.

I was pretty sure my arousal due to all this male stimuli was a fluke and furthermore I was willing to bet my pride on it. It would be quite embarrassing if I had been introduced at the beginning of the party as Scott’s straight friend, which he emphasized to each guest, worried that I might feel objectified I guess, and then suddenly be the guest aroused by men to want to fuck one of their asses, or worse, want them to fuck mine. I decided I would let my body tell me what I wanted. My head could be tricked.

I would go back out there, now that my cock was calm and relaxed again, to see if my theory was correct that I could remain unaroused throughout the rest of my interactions at the party. I looked in the mirror again and admired my alluring body.

Now that the party was sans swimwear, I was naked for all to see, shaved cock, balls and ass, brimming with virility and masculinity. I turned and checked my look from behind. It was a beautiful ass, if I do say so myself. I bent over and looked at my asshole. It was a rosebud of skin folds leading to a tunnel of love. Like I said, I’d love to fuck me, if I could.

Looking at my love hole made me think something was missing from this challenge. I found a big jar of sex lube in the bathroom and I palmed a large puddle of it and massaged it into my sphincter. At first my hole was tight but as soon as ran a finger inside my hole it started to dilate. I knew this reaction about myself when I had played with my ass in the past. Now my waiting love hole was dilating and loaded with lube. Not that I would need it but it only seemed fair to fully present both arguments for and against any latent homosexuality on my part.

I headed back out to the pool, determined to keep my cock calm and unexcited. As soon as I got outside I saw Ted again. He smiled when he saw me and said “Where’d you run off to? I was afraid you left the party.” I immediately felt like I wanted to serve him again and I grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses and went to him.

“Can I pour you some wine?”, I asked. “Why did I sound like I was his waiter and not his equal?”, I asked myself. I handed him a glass of wine as my eyes feasted on his body, that smile, that cock. My balls started to tighten and my cock started getting heavy. Uh-oh, it was starting to happen again. There would be no way to hide a hard on this time and no way to explain it away as anything but a real sexual attraction to a hot man!

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Chapter 7 — Opportunities to cum

Jenny and Sarah visited Ms Lacey, their English teacher, on the afternoon of the first day of the school term. They visited because they were to receive punishment… which consisted of them being tied up and teased and denied mercilessly while watching said teacher “reward” another student.

When the visit was over, Ms Lacey sent the two friends, as well as Rose, out into the night, holding most of their clothes instead of wearing them. The two roommates ran all the way back to their cozy room to finish some frustratingly unfinished business.

The two girls burst in through the door, barely pausing to open it and lock it behind them. Then they raced to their respective beds, fell back and continued what their earlier adventure had started.

Sarah was so horny that her slight shyness was totally forgotten; she simply laid back and started tugging her nipples with one hand. Her free hand quickly slid down to her dripping wet pussy, pulled down her tiny white panties and started rubbing her clit with frantic haste.

Jenny lay back on her bed with her legs hanging, widespread, over the side. Her right hand flew to her sopping wet snatch, barely pausing to jerk her lacy white thong down to her knees, and three fingers plunged effortlessly into her slick depths, then pumped in and out, squelching audibly.

The brunette’s hand toyed lightly with her breasts, then moved hesitantly downwards. It crept down, past her bellybutton, past her pubic mound. It nudged her clit and hesitated, then slid even further, along her left labia. At last it hovered uncertainly above her puckered rear hole. Jenny wanted to go on, but was afraid of what Sarah would think.

Moments later, she had decided; her forefinger moved in and slid along the crinkled brown ring. Then Sarah looked over. Jenny froze, holding her breath. The blond girl gasped, and her roommate despaired, feeling the coming rejection.

Instead of proclaiming her disgust, Sarah started rubbing faster and mauling her full breasts with savage passion. Jenny moaned in surprise at her roommate’s reaction. She had expected disgust, like the last and only time someone saw her like this…

The fire in the squirming brunette was building up to an urgent volcano. She shoved one finger into her ass, moaning at the mingled pleasure and pain. The finger started pumping in and out, then another finger joined it.

The fingers in Jenny’s nether hole twirled, wriggled and pumped in time with the fingers in her pussy. Her thumb slid onto her clit and started massaging the sweet pleasure nub.

All of a sudden the squirming moaning brunette felt something give way and allow the thunderous orgasm to flood through her body. In her incoherent, delirious state, she barely noticed the loud moans that indicated that Sarah was cumming at the same time.

“Jenny?” Sarah asked softly, hesitantly. Jenny glanced over. Her roommate wasn’t looking at her. Was she ashamed, or afraid?

“Yes?” Jenny replied, and cringed. Now came the rejection. It would be that first time all over again…

“I’m still a little…” the blond girl admitted, turning to look at her roommate, “Still a little horny.” Then she blushed cutely and looked quickly away. Jenny was surprised. Where was the condemnation for her shameful actions with her ass?

“And?” Jenny asked, wondering why her roommate had shared the fact, “Are you asking my permission to go on or something?”

Sarah could barely look her friend in the eyes as she asked, “Could you maybe, help me get off?” Jenny was speechless. “It’s more satisfying that way,” Sarah explained hurriedly. Her face was crimson with embarrassment.

“But I’m not… I don’t… I’m not lesbian!” exclaimed Jenny, still stunned at what was happening.

“Neither am I,” replied her friend, “But it’s more satisfying if someone else helps. And I so need… never mind.” The blond girl got up, but just as she was about to slip away into the bathroom, Jenny izmit escort spoke.

“Wait,” she said, “I think I understand. It’s kind of the same for me, but I didn’t think… If you don’t want something more than friendship and some help, I’m okay with it. To tell the truth, I’m a little unsatisfied myself.”

Sarah smiled joyously. Her friend had agreed after all! She seated her self on Jennifer’s bed. She was looking forward to feeling someone else’s fingers between her legs again.

Jenny reached out to her friend’s crotch. It was weird but sort of exciting. Her finger slipped down the mound, through the pubic hair, which was trimmed down to a neat little upside down triangle, and finally reached her friend’s wet pussy.

Sarah moaned as her roommate’s fingers slipped between her soft, wet labia. First one, then two, then three gentle digits wormed their way into her depths. They wriggled and twisted and flexed inside the moist tunnel, driving Sarah to new heights of arousal.

The blond girl moaned and lay back, helpless to stop the flood of arousal streaming out from her crotch. It was so deliciously naughty to have someone else’s hand there. The fact that that hand belonged to a girl just made it even naughtier.

“Oh! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Sarah moaned breathlessly, “Just keep going, please! I’m getting close!” Jenny hadn’t even considered stopping. She might not be a lesbian, but the whole thing was still pretty hot.

When Jenny pushed another finger in, while massaging her friend’s clit with her thumb, Sarah came. The orgasming girl writhed around like an eel, moaning as her climax washed through her, wiping away her thoughts and worries.

Jenny was about to pull away when her roommate stopped her. “Please don’t stop yet,” begged the blond girl breathlessly, “I just need one more… Please!”

‘She’s a horny little girl alright,’ Jenny thought, ‘She’s not satisfied with two orgasms, she asks for another. Oh well, I don’t mind obliging her in the least.’

Jenny started moving her fingers again, wiggling the ones buried in her roommate’s slit and tapping her friend’s clit rhythmically with her thumb. Her other hand snaked its way down to her own bare, wet pussy. Her panties were still lying on her bed.

“Jenny?” Sarah asked shyly, “Could you maybe, you know? Do what you did, do the same for me? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I wondered how it feels…” The girl’s face was crimson with embarrassment, but she forced herself to look her roommate in the eye.

“You mean this?” Jenny asked, surprised, and slid the forefinger of her left hand over her friend’s rear hole, while keeping the fingers of her right hand moving in the girl’s dripping wet pussy.

“Yessss!” Sarah hissed in pleasure, “Oooh, it’s even better than it looks!” She writhed and squirmed and arched her back, but was careful to keep within reach of those exquisitely pleasurable fingers.

Jenny used every trick she had discovered while pleasuring herself to drive her roommate to greater pleasure. Fingers were thrusting in both holes, a thumb was tapping a clit and it was all catapulting Sarah to her inevitable release.

Sarah knew she was all the way there when a tidal wave of pleasure started rolling up from her toes. “I’m going tooooo…” she exclaimed, wriggling and humping against the fingers that had driven her over the edge.

The cumming girl’s holes clamped down so hard that Jenny’s fingers were almost injured. It took half a minute for the climax to pass, and the aftershocks lasted for another whole minute.

The atmosphere was tense and awkward when the climax was over. Neither of the girls knew what to say. Then Jenny had an idea.

“How about you return the favor?” she asked her roommate. Sarah nodded, not trusting her voice after her earth-shaking orgasm. By unspoken consent, they moved quickly and silently over to the other bed.

The silence was getting uncomfortable, but was soon dispelled by Jenny’s moaning madeinizmit.com when her roommate started stroking her mound and sensitive pussy lips.

Both the show at Ms Lacey’s house and her own self-pleasuring had induced the brown-haired girl’s pussy into a tender, dripping-wet state. Pleasuring Sarah had kept her good and aroused, and now her friend was exploring her mound, clit and labia. Girl-juice was almost streaming out between her puffy outer labia.

Sarah decided to skip to the good part; her friend was already primed. Three of her fingers slipped easily between her roommate’s pussy lips, and two from her other hand slipped into the girl’s ass after she rubbed them in Jenny’s cum to moisten them.

Jenny bucked and moaned. She was already seeing stars, and had to suppress a scream of pleasure. Her roommate had jumped in and gotten right down to work.

Sarah was wiggling her fingers inside her friend and massaging her clit roughly with a thumb. The blond girl’s little finger and left thumb were stroking her roommate’s perineum, between her pussy and asshole, while three fingers pumped into the latter.

The blond girl could do nothing but lie back and be ravished. Her roommate had jumped in and pushed her almost all the way to the edge of orgasm. Barely a minute after she started, Sarah drove her friend over the edge. Jenny squirmed, squealed and clamped down hard on her roommate’s fingers.

Sarah, however, was not finished. She kept on stimulating her friend right through her climax, then sped up afterwards.

“Wow!” exclaimed Jenny, “Hey Sarah, I’ve come! I’ve come!” She shifted to try and escape the agonizingly pleasurable fingers, but her orgasm had tired her out.

“I owe you one!” Sarah explained, and kept right on pumping. She tried to put another finger into her friend’s ass, but it was just a bit too tight. All the fingers on the blond girl’s right hand, except for the thumb, were pumping roughly in and out of Jenny’s pussy. Sarah’s thumb roughly rubbed her friend’s tender clit.

Jennifer was writhing in agony and ecstasy. Her friend’s fingers were coaxing so much pleasure from her sensitive pussy, clit and asshole that the pleasure became sweet agony.

It was barely a minute later when Jenny climaxed. But to her it felt like an eternity. Her whole mind was focused on three things: her asshole, pussy and clit. It seemed to her that they were on fire, giving off glowing waves of pleasure, yet painfully burning at the same time.

Sarah bent down and blew on her friend’s clit, and Jenny came. She was wracked with spasms of near unendurable pleasure and exquisite pain, and she loved both.

A whole minute later, Jenny sagged limply onto the bed. There was a silence between them, but it was not really uncomfortable. They both realized that they were far too tired and content to discuss the matter, so they shed their clothes and slipped into the bed and went to sleep.

It was only the next morning that they realized that they had slept together, in the Sarah’s bed.

Chapter 8 — The morning after

The next morning was slightly awkward, but not unbearably so. The woke up early, and then blushed when the realized that they were cuddling together, naked, in Sarah’s bed.

They quickly prepared for school, and had half an hour to spare before assembly and breakfast. They sat down, silently, on their own beds. After a minute, Jenny asked, “What does last night mean for us?”

Sarah sighed, “When I first realized that I can enjoy… being intimate… with another woman, I spent days asking and trying to answer those questions. I’ll tell you the best answers I could come up with.”

“I don’t really have romantic feelings for women,” she continued, “and I figured that, since I simply enjoy… you know… being with women, and I’m not looking for a relationship, I don’t consider myself a lesbian. Not even really bi.”

“What about us?” asked Jenny, “No offense, but I don’t really want us to be a couple or anything..”

“None taken, I think pretty much the same,” replied the blond girl, “If being friends with benefits is fine with you, it’s fine with me.”

“Sound good,” her roommate agreed, “friends with benefits it is then.”

The two girls chatted for a while longer about various small matters, whiling away the time. Unfortunately, they got so caught up in their conversation, that they were a few minutes late for assembly.

They ran to the hall, but were just too late. Ms Emelia Albrecht, their Manufacturing teacher, stopped them when they tried to enter the hall.

“Assembly started two minutes ago,” the short teacher said, her summer-sky-blue eyes bearing a slightly frosty expression. “Your punishment will be three credits, to be done by next week.”

She then indicated that they should be silent, enter the hall and sit on the nearest open chairs. The two girls sat down in a slight daze. They had not expected to experience the credit system so personally so soon in the year.

After breakfast they had an open period, which they used to find out how they were going to work off their three-credit punishment debt. They went to the library since the head librarian was also the mistress of credit; she administrated the system, ensuring its smooth operation.

“The credit system is done entirely on the school’s computer network these days,” Ms Thalia Muerva explained, “It used to be a set of books, but this is much more efficient.”

“Go to one of the student computers in the school, they have green stickers on the mouse and computer box, and log into your account by placing your finger on the fingerprint reader,” Ms Muerva directed, “Select the credit program, the scales icon.”

“You will see a list of possible things to do, with their credit values,” the librarian continued, “Double click on one to view more details. When looking at the details, press the button labeled ‘Accept’ and place your finger on the sensor to confirm that you will do that activity.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” said Jenny on behalf of herself and Sarah, “We will do that right away.”

“Just keep in mind that you have to show up if you choose an activity!” warned Ms Muerva, “If you accept an activity and you do not show up for it, you will have credits deducted from your account!”

“Yes ma’am,” Sarah replied, “Thank you for the advice.” The two girls quickly found two student computers in the library, and logged in. They were astounded at the amount and variety of the choices that were available when they opened the credit program.

The choices ranged from a light spanking to a public caning with a vibrator embedded in both lower orifices, from eating lunch in handcuffs to wearing nothing but a clit clamp for an entire school day.

The two girls were overwhelmed by the wide array of choices, and had difficulty deciding on what they would do. At last, just before the period ended, they hurriedly decided what they would do; they opted to be garden statues for two hours.

The activity sounded simple; they would be tied to a frame on a pedestal in the gardens and left there for two hours, passing students would not be allowed to touch them, teachers could only touch with two fingers, and only for thirty seconds every half-hour.

There seemed to be only one small catch: ‘Without props’ was listed as 2 credits, while ‘Minimal props’ was worth 4 credits and ‘Full props’ were worth 6 credits. Several of the photos showed people cradling amphorae, holding cupid bows and various other things. The girls assumed that these were the ‘props’.

They agreed to do it that very afternoon, since extra-mural activities would start the next evening and they might want to be at one trial or another.

Their next period was maths, which Jenny was silently dreading. She disliked the girl who sat next to her and they had already gotten each other into trouble once. How would the second day go?

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Hello readers, thanks for reading this story. Please send me feedback, especially if you like the story or have suggestions. Thanks to Anann, who is my editor, experimental audience and adviser.

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“Hey Candace, break time,” I yelled through cupped hands at the pretty Nordic looking blonde on the lifeguard chair.

With tremendous agility, Candace climbed down and sprinted for the ladies locker room. After spending three hours on the lofty perch, a much needed bathroom break was in order.

I gazed at the retreating figure with longing. While most of my friends stared at the male lifeguards with hungry looks, I was pining for a female.

For the first time in my nineteen years, I was having bi feelings or more appropriately, lust for someone of my own gender.

At the first lifeguard meeting, I found myself stealing glances at Candace’s face and body. In fact, I was completely occupied gawking at her and missed most of the important information.

Candace was the senior lifeguard and technically my boss. A statuesque five foot nine inch beauty with an incredible swimmers body, she exuded a sexuality that made my blood surge like the rapids of a mighty river with want.

My desires conflicted with my previous lack of interest for anything remotely lesbian in nature. All through high school, I considered myself a heterosexual. Although, I was aware of same sex hook ups, I lacked any desire for intimacy with another female.

However, my attitude changed during freshman year at college when my roommate admitted she was bi curious. Rosie was a tough cookie from Brooklyn but with a heart as big as the Big Apple.

As I sat on the lifeguard stand and waited for Candace to return, I tried to think logically about my desire for the blonde hottie. But that was the problem, when it came to animalistic impulses, logic was missing from the equation. In addition, with my lack of experience in same sex matters, I felt completely inept at how to broach the subject with her.

My calm, reserved nature was a definite drawback. The only pleasantries I exchanged with Candace were “hello” and “goodbye”.

“She doesn’t even know I’m alive,” I thought self mockingly.

Convinced that I would never experience her womanly charms, I had given up all hope when fate intervened.

From my early teens, I took prescription medication for allergies during the spring and fall. Without it, I had a hard time functioning outdoors. That year, my medication seemed less effective and my doctor prescribed a stronger pill.

One of the side effects associated with the heavier dose was drowsiness or a pervasive feeling of fatigue, especially during physical activity. I usually took my dosage at night before bed but on that particular late spring day I took it in the morning because I missed the previous evening.

I struggled to stay alert most of the afternoon. Around dinner hour, Sarah, a fellow lifeguard, dropped by and chatted excitedly about the annual men versus women lifeguard competition taking place that same evening.

“Hey Julie, it’s the girls against guys when the pool closes at seven thirty. You ready? ” she asked in her bubbly way.

“Oh…well…I don’t know, I’m kinda tired,” I stated weakly.

“Sleep when you get home, you’re one of our best swimmers. Please stay?” she pleaded.

Sarah was right, except for Candace, I had the fastest recorded times for the girls’ and most of the boys.

“Ok, I’ll stay,” I sighed.

I felt weak and sleepy from the medication but convinced myself that the physical activity would rouse me. Although I won the three events I was entered in, my limbs were leaden and I was out of breath.

While I was resting after my final event, Sarah approached me again.

“Hey, Tia’s injured and can’t compete in the 400 meter medley. You’ll fill in, won’t you?” she implored.

Against my better judgment, I accepted.

At the sound of the starters’ pistol, I knifed my body in the water and for two thirds of the race, I poured it on and was in the lead. I was making the turn for the final lap when an overwhelming fatigue enveloped my body.

My limbs felt incredibly heavy and I involuntarily slowed down as though I was in slow motion. I could hear the spectators yelling but it sounded faint and far away.

By the time I reached the wall for the final turn, my nearest competitor had caught up and would certainly pass me. Time took on a different characteristic as seconds were drawn out like hours. I was floating weightless in a serene state of mind with no worries or cares.

As I sank deeper, I remember thinking that breathing under water was a cinch. It was so incredibly peaceful that I wanted to stay there forever. For some inexplicable reason, I thought about the “The Little Mermaid”.

“Hell, if she can do it, so can I,” my brain intuited.

A darkness, an all encompassing but peaceable darkness was sweeping over me. However, a barely perceptible feeling of pressure on my mouth and chest invaded my mind.

Suddenly, I was jolted back to reality; coughing up large amounts of pool water onto the concrete deck. Candace was hovering over me with a grave expression on her pretty face.

“What izmit escort happened?” I asked still unaware of my predicament.

The sound of an emergency vehicle siren assailed my ears as I sputtered and spewed more water from my lungs. Slowly the reality of the situation took hold and tears erupted from my eyes.

Candace held me as my body shook with heaving sobs.

“You’re ok now…shh…” she said in a gentle tone and stroked my wet hair trying to comfort me.

In Candace’s embrace, a wonderful feeling of security enshrouded me and I gradually lost consciousness.

I awoke to the sight of my father’s face filled with concern but relief.

“Julie…sweetheart…” he blubbered and brought my hand to his tear dampened cheek.

“Where am I dad?” I asked in a croaking voice.

“County General…” he said in a weepy tone and was unable to continue.

My dad rarely expressed deep emotion except when it concerned me. Our relationship was one of love and mutual respect. He had a cynical side but was a lighthearted, loving father who treated me like an adult.

I was ten when my mother died of breast cancer. While my teenage years were generally free of the strife and angst that typified many of my friends, it was hard on my father.

However, he was adamant that I experience a normal childhood. No topic or subject was taboo and we shared in frequent exchanges of ideas. My dad spoke to me like an equal and I fail to recall him talking down to me. He was fearlessly determined to fill the void left by my mother’s absence.

With my slender body, dark brown hair and light olive complexion, I bore an uncanny resemblance to my mother. Along with my quiet and shy nature, my dad found it disconcerting.

“My child, you really are your mother’s daughter,” he would say with a beaming face and always with the utmost caring.

Per doctor’s orders, I took three days off from work and was confined to my bedroom. My dad spent the first day with me but much to my surprise he informed me that Candace had called and volunteered her services until I was on my feet again.

“When did she call dad?” I asked with earnest curiosity.

“This morning but you were still asleep. She’s working late afternoons at the pool and insisted on spending her free time watching over you,” he stated with admiration.

I’m sure I had a wistful expression on my face.

“Of course, if it’s not ok, I’ll call and tell her not…” he started to say but I cut him off.

“It’s fine dad, really,” I said with emotion and took his large hand in mine.

“I don’t know if anyone told you but Candace pulled you out of the water and performed CPR on you. If it weren’t for her efforts…I shudder to think what might have…” he spoke in a shaky voice and tears fell down his cheeks.

The revelation that Candace, my lust interest, had saved my life reverberated thru my mind. The rescue had all the melodrama of a teenage romance novel except for one twist; my hero was a voluptuous blonde hottie.

I was thrilled by the realization that I would be spending the next two days with Candace. For most of the afternoon and evening, I was in a state of flux. I barely slept and it didn’t go unnoticed by my father. I tossed and turned in a vain effort to catch some z’s but my mind was totally preoccupied with thoughts of Candace.

Except for the pleasantries we exchanged at work, I knew very little about Candace. But, just thinking about her made my heart beat faster. Well past midnight, I lay in bed staring at the ceiling as an endless procession of thoughts and doubts predominated my thinking.

“What should I wear? What do I say? Will she think I’m a dork?” I kept asking myself.

Sometime before dawn, I finally fell asleep but woke to the sound of my father’s voice.

“Julie, I’m leaving for work in about fifteen minutes. Do you need anything?” He asked with concern.

I slowly shook my head “no” and gave my dad a big hug. When he left my room, I dashed into the bathroom. My last shower was two days ago and was I feeling very ripe and smelly.

Quickly I washed and threw on a fresh sports T, panties and French braided my hair. I landed in my bed just as my father was announcing his departure and Candace’s arrival.

As I lay there trying to appear nonchalant, I heard footsteps in the hallway. Candace knocked on the door jamb holding a tray with a tea pot and mug. She looked positively stunning in a pair of skin tight shorts and bare mid riff T shirt that displayed her six pack abs.

“Hey Julie, thought you might like some herbal tea,” She said in the sweetest voice.

“Sure,” I said barely above a whisper and sat up in bed.

Candace was pouring the tea when I remembered I wasn’t wearing a bra. Although I’m an “A” cup, I have very long, prominent nipples that were poking against the thin fabric of my T shirt. Feeling shy in the presence of someone I barely knew, as discretely as possible, I pulled the bed sheet up to my neck.

As madeinizmit.com I sipped the hot tea, I felt her gaze but couldn’t find the strength to look at her.

“Do you like the tea?” she asked soothingly.

“Yes, delicious,” I said in a low voice with my eyes downcast.

God! I sounded like a nit wit!

“How are you feeling?” she inquired with concern and sat on the side of my bed.

“Ok, pretty good actually,” I said quietly and slowly shifted my gaze upward to her radiant face.

Candace was looking across my bed at a framed picture of my mother on the nightstand. As she leaned over me to retrieve the photo, I inhaled the light, sensual odor of a perfume or body powder she was wearing. Light wisps trickled into my nose with erotic appeal.

“Girl, you are the spitting image of your mother. She’s very pretty,” Candace said admiringly.

“Thanks, I miss her a lot” I said bashfully and I felt my face redden.

Candace regarded me with piercing blue eyes.

“I guess I should explain…” I said solemnly and recalled the sad story for her.

As I spoke about the past, my nervousness seemed to vanish. Candace’s complete attention was focused on me and it bolstered my confidence. But, as I neared the end, my lower lip quivered with emotion and tears pooled in my eyes. All the stored overwrought feelings of the last few days tumbled out of my psyche.

Candace held me in her sinewy arms as I bawled.

“Thanks for rescuing me,” I stated in a blubbering but very grateful way.

“You would have done the same for me,” she said in an emotion filled voice.

Slowly I regained some self control but the indescribably erotic feeling of Candace’s hard body against mine was intoxicating. Involuntarily, I nuzzled against her silky neck and gave it a light but sensual peck.

Candace pulled back and regarded me with a mixture of wonder and curiosity. For the first time, I held her unwavering gaze without fear or shyness.

“Julie…I…ah…” She stammered.

The sudden musical ring of my cell phone startled us. As I spoke with my best friend Becky, Candace took the tea tray to the kitchen with an amused expression on her face. Becky had just heard about my accident and wanted to visit later that day.

Before Candace returned, an overwhelming sensation of fatigue took hold of me and I lay back on the pillows with half closed eyes. Little did I realize that my body was still in recovery mode and required lots of rest. “Julie, you ok?” she asked with concern.

“I’m kinda sleepy,” I said in a dreamy voice.

Candace sat next me and took my hand in hers.

“Oh, your hands are cold,” she stated with worry and brought them up to her warm cheek.

It was an endearing gesture that made me smile as I drifted toward slumber.

I woke to the sight of Becky sitting next to my bed, reading a magazine.

“What time is it?” I asked in a croaking voice.

“Almost 4 o’clock; I never thought you’d wake up,” Becky stated with exasperation.

“Where’s Candace?” I inquired innocently.

“The big blonde girl? She left an hour ago when I showed up,” Becky stated in a matter of fact tone.

Slowly I roused myself and after a quick trip to the bathroom, recounted my near demise at the pool.

“You mean the girl that was here…ah…what’s her name?” she fumbled for the word.

“Candace,” I said finishing her thought.

“She’s the one that saved your sorry ass?” Becky asked in amazement.

“Yeah,” I answered in a dreamy voice.

“Shit! She could rescue me any day,” Becky crowed.

During her first year at college, Becky had several same sex encounters and was now admittedly bi sexual.

Long before Becky confided in me about her sexuality, we became the best of friends. She was the outspoken extrovert while I was conservative and quiet. Surely an odd couple but the chemistry was right for an enduring friendship.

Becky was staring at me with a very curious but intense look.

“You like her!” she crowed excitedly.

“Oh…ah…I…yeah, she’s very nice?” I stuttered trying lamely to deflect the real meaning.

“Bullshit Jule! You know damn well what I’m saying,” she stated with annoyance.

I’m sure my face was beet red from her revelation. But, it was useless trying to con Becky.

“Fuck Jule, it finally happened to you,” she said like some wise mystic with a broad grin on her attractive face.

Most of the time, I spoke freely with Becky. I knew in my heart that we shared a sisterly bond but on this matter, I was completely tongue tied.

“Beck…I…ah…you see…” I stammered like some drooling fool with downcast eyes.

“…and you need some advice,” she stated completing my sentence.

I slowly brought my gaze up to meet hers.

“In some ways, it’s a heck of a lot better than being with a guy,” she said with first hand knowledge.

“It is?” I asked sounding like a total twit.

“Jesus girl, I can see this isn’t going to be easy,” she said with mild frustration.

My undivided attention was focused on Becky.

“For one thing, we, us girls I mean, know what and where it feels good. We’re softer and if I say so myself, we smell better!” She exclaimed with a laughing face.

Becky was right about the smell. The fragrance from Candace’s body fueled my sexual yearning.

“Plus, once a girl goes down on you…Oh sweet Jesus!” she said with religious fervor, then broke out in song.

“Nothin could be finer than her lickin my vagina in the mornin…” she sang in a happy voice.

Normally explicit talk of this nature would make me blush but my comfort level was so high with Becky that I was beginning to feel hot and bothered instead.

In spite of my reserved demeanor, I was no stranger to sex. In fact, at the age of fifteen, I discovered I was downright horny.

Although I was officially a virgin, I explored the carnal pleasures of the flesh starting in a big way during senior year of high school.

It progressed from the typical hot make out sessions, to groping and finally oral pleasure. For my eighteenth birthday, my boyfriend Salvatore or Sal, treated me to dinner at my favorite restaurant and afterward we went to a teen dance club until midnight.

Sal was the intelligent, sensitive type with the added bonus of a great body. A real Italian Stallion. I was routinely giving him head without any thought of reciprocation.

On my birthday night we were parked in our usual spot at lovers’ lane when Sal kissed down my chest until his lips engulfed a nipple. He absolutely loved sucking my tits and my pussy would cream from his energetic lips.

My body was aflame from Sal’s talented sucking but instead of sitting up to receive his blow job, he was unzipping my jeans and pulling them down my legs.

Before I had a chance to react, Sal did a face plant on my silky undies and mouthed my pussy. An incredible feeling of lust spread through my body and I squirmed in anticipation. Slowly and seductively my panties slid down my legs and the cool night air gave me goose bumps.

I could hear Sal’s labored breathing when a warm breath blew gently across my furry mound. I sighed deeply with pleasure and acceptance of the act to come.

Sal looked up at me with an expression of pure lust as I spread my legs wide for him. His first few licks were hesitant and exploratory but he quickly got into a rhythm. Over time, and with my help, Sal became very proficient in the art of cunnilingus and I craved it on a regular basis.

“Yo Jule, pay attention,” Becky said loudly snapping me out of my daydream.

My pussy was quivering from my recollections of Sal.

“I see you’re getting into the spirit of things,” she said in a naughty tone and pointed at my chest.

My nipples were hard and poking mightily against my T shirt.

“So are you,” I said in a spirited voice and pointed to her boobs.

Becky and I had slender builds with excellent muscle tone but that’s were the similarities ended. She was blonde with mischievous green eyes and although her breasts were bigger, the nipples were like two pink kisses.

“Where was I…oh…and most important, no fear of pregnancy,” she said with scholarly assurance.

“Ok but what…I mean how do I…” I was stammering again.

“…get things started,” she said finishing my question once more.

As Becky pondered my question, my crotch was twitching and damp from the sexually charged atmosphere.

“God, I need some relief!” my mind screamed at me.

Whenever I was boyfriendless, as was the case at that time, I diddled myself frequently.

With Becky lost in thought, my hand spontaneously snuck into my panties. My slit was creaming and it lubricated a finger lazily stroking up and down.

“Umm…hmm…umm,” I quietly moaned as a slimy digit slid over my clit.

“Jule!” Becky cried when she noticed my illicit action and although it startled me, I was powerless to stop.

As I closed my eyes, my fingers picked up speed and squishing noises filled the air. I was masturbating in front of my best friend, a first for us but long overdue.

Becky pulled the bed sheet down until my strumming hand buried in my undies came into view.

“Oh…umm…umm,” I moaned louder in a breathless voice.

Suddenly, I found the panties too confining and whipped them down my legs. With my legs spread and Becky’s eyes glued to my pussy, I frigged myself with abandon.

I noticed that Becky’s face had a hungry look and was gradually moving lower toward my sloppy sex. When it was scant inches away, I stopped my furiously working fingers and pushed my throbbing pussy onto her lips.

Any sense of morality or decorum that I possessed flew right out the window as Becky’s tongue lapped me intensely but gently.

“Ooh…oh Beck…ah…umm,” I panted out loud.

With the sounds of slurping and sucking resonating in the room, I threw my legs over Becky’s shoulders when she took hold of my butt. She was right, nothing could be finer.

“Goddamn Beck!” I cried out and grabbed fistfuls of bed sheet as my pussy pulsated with intense sensations.

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