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A Night to Remember

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Dalilah Strong

I always look forward to our company’s yearly holiday party and this year was no exception. My biggest problem was what outfit to wear. I went shopping a few days before and bought myself a beautiful red wrap top. Very low cut. It made my cleavage look amazing. I wore my nice stretchy jeans that make my ass look great and a new pair of black high wedged boots. I waited until the last minute to get ready at the office. I carefully applied my make-up, just enough for that natural look. I was quite satisfied with my overall look.

It was time to go. The party this year was at the same venue as last year’s party. It was held at a restaurant right in the neighborhood. Made traveling quite convenient. All we had to do was walk a few doors to the left of my office building. I hate being the first one to arrive and I wasn’t. There were a few people milling around when I got there. I said hello to some of my co-workers, dropped off my secret Santa gift, checked my coat and made a beeline for the bar. The specialty drink of the evening was homemade Sangria. It was very delicious and I drank it right down. It went right to my head as I hadn’t eaten yet, but the night was young.

I was scanning the room when I saw my boss in a corner talking with one of the firm’s partner’s. He looked really good standing there with a drink in his hand. He was wearing my favorite outfit. Black sports Jacket over grey pants and his black turtleneck. Very few men can get away with wearing a turtleneck, but he can really pull it off.

I admit it right up front. I have the hots for my boss. I think he knows it too. Sometimes he makes sexual comments to me that lead me to believe he might have the hots for me too. I just eyed him for a while allowing my imagination to wander a bit. I saw myself walk right up to him and plant a very deep wet kiss right on his lips. I felt my face get warm with the thought and I shook myself out of my reverie thinking that everyone here could read my mind. I decided that before I had another drink I’d better get something to eat.

The food was finally put out. It was buffet style and the seating was set up so that we could sit anywhere with whomever we wanted. I watched as my boss got on the food line ahead of me. I wanted it that way so I could follow him to his seat and plant myself next to trabzon escort him. When I sat down next to him he turned to me and looked me up and down between forkfuls of his dinner. His eyes settled on my very ample cleavage and he smiled lasciviously. That almost made me drop my fork with desire. Whatever I imagined him thinking about me was obviously true. He did want me.

We made small talk while we ate. Other employees joined our table and the conversation was light and convivial. I was having a great time. I ordered another Sangria and was in quite a festive mood. I suddenly became aware of a light pressure on my thigh right above my knee. I looked down to find his hand there. He squeezed once, but didn’t linger and it was suddenly gone. He turned to look at me with a knowing glance. That was all I needed to know that tonight was going to be a night to remember.

We had the restaurant for four hours. We ate, we drank, had dessert and it was time give out the secret Santa gifts. As it would happen he was my secret Santa. Oh, the irony. I was hopeful that the gift certificate I received from him wouldn’t be my only “gift” of the night.

Well, it was time to move the party elsewhere. A bunch of us, together with my boss, traipsed over to a bar next door. It was a rainy cold night and staying local just made sense.

Just about everyone left ahead of me, that is just about everyone but guess who? I was retrieving my coat when I felt his presence behind me. My heart quickened. I could smell his cologne. The scent was familiar, but I couldn’t think of the name of it – a very manly scent indeed. He leaned into me and whispered in my ear “come with me”. Before I could answer, he grabbed my hand and led me to a deserted place just under the staircase that led to the 2nd floor of the restaurant.

He pushed me up against the wall and pressed his lips to mine. He held my face and I could feel his tongue forcing my mouth open. My tongue met his and sparks ignited. My coat dropped to the floor and it felt like he had a dozen hands on me all at once. He didn’t know where to go first. He whispered hoarsely in my ear “I want you…”.

He got one hand down the front of shirt and into my bra. My nipple hardened under his finger tips. I could feel myself getting wet already. This couldn’t uşak escort go on where we were. It was too public. We both realized this and our cooler heads prevailed for the moment.

He smoothed out his jacket and I straightened out by breasts and picked up my coat. We decided we should go to the bar next door to show our faces. I went first. He came in a few minutes later.

The tension between us was palpable. It was as if we could read each other’s thoughts. Our office building was just next door. He bid a fond, if not hasty, farewell to everyone and left. I waited for what I thought was an appropriate amount of time and left as well. We met up in his office.

He had removed his sports jacket and was sitting at his desk when I arrived. I quickly closed his door behind me and threw off my coat. I walked over to him seated there and he grabbed my face and we started kissing. Again his hands went down the front of my shirt finding their way into my bra. I reached my hand around my back and undid the hooks so he could get at my nipples. He squeezed them until they were taut and erect. He pulled down the front of my shirt and brought both breasts to his mouth. He licked and sucked at them like a man dying of thirst in the desert.

I was hotter for him than I’ve ever been for anyone and I could feel my pussy heavy and aching for his touch, but first I wanted to do the one thing I’ve fantasized about since coming to work for him. I pushed away from him and dropped to my knees. His moans preceded what I was about to do.

I undid his belt, opening his pants. I slowly lowered his zipper. His hardon was quite apparent through his underwear. I wanted the moment to last. I ran my hand over the enormous bulge of his dick. I rubbed my cheek against it through the fabric. I needed his cock to come out to play.

When I pulled his underwear down over it his cock practically jumped free. Here I was, on my knees, before my boss and his cock was all mine for the evening. I held it just under the head, stretching it out. I began kissing the length of his shaft starting at his scrotum and ending with a little lick right under the head. His cock was amazing to look at. I knew it would be. It was big and hard and the head was purple and engorged. I wanted to devour it.

I took the head van escort and planted little wet kisses on it. He let out one long gasp when I licked the slit at the top and circled my tongue around it. Very slowly I lowered my mouth onto him. The head of his cock entered my mouth and I swept my tongue over it from side to side. I could tell he was trying his hardest not to cum. Slowly, but surely, inch by inch, I got the full length of him so far into my mouth that I could feel his precum dripping down my throat. I worked my tongue like a sweeper, back and forth all the way down to his balls. I just kept going up and down like that for a long time. The end of his torture came when I cupped his balls in my warm hands. That was all he could stand.

He grabbed the back of my head and fucked my face like it was my cunt. I had to gasp for air between his thrusts. I didn’t care. This is what I’d wanted for so long it could have lasted forever. I just held onto his knees to steady myself.

He shot his load way down the back of my throat. So far back that I couldn’t even taste it. I was elated, but I wanted my turn too. He calmed after a few minutes. I let him rest and then he wanted to do me. I knew it wasn’t going to take much.

I undid my own pants letting them drop to my knees and got up on his desk. I spread my legs wide. He swung his chair around so that his face was right at the opening to my treasure. I pulled his head into me and he dove right in. I was so wet I could hear him making slurping noises trying to keep up with the flow while he licked my inner and outer pussy lips. Very quickly he found the very hard nub of my clit and zoned in. He lapped me up with the flat of his tongue and off to the races I went. I came long and hard, my juices actually dripping onto his desk. He just drank me down. What a guy!!

I wasn’t done with him, though. Not by a long shot. I wanted his cock in my hole. I used my hand on his dick and his erection grew quickly. I came down off the desk and with my back to him guided his cock into my hot wet pussy from behind. I wanted him to fuck me slowly with long strokes and he obliged. I wanted to feel every inch of his thick dick in my pussy and I wanted him to feel every inch of me. I came at least 2 more times before he was ready to cum again. He held onto my waist and bucked against me as he rode his climax to the end. What a way to end an evening. Neither of us could have been more satisfied.

Will this happen again at next year’s party? Who knows, but then again that’s how traditions get started…

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Guys love to fantasize that college girls are always getting it on together. Well, let me tell you, We Are!

When I first moved into my sorority, I was excited to be surrounded by my beautiful sisters. I figured we would laugh, cry, and share all of our college experiences. At the time I had no idea just how far those experiences would take me. Not mention all of the extra education I would receive.

My two roommates are Tracy and Stacy, which is perfect because my name is Kasey. We each have long blonde hair, slim figures and big, perky titties. They are very open about their bodies and love to walk around naked. But, I have to admit I am a little shy. I am quite comfortable being sexual with the guys I like, but I have never been open around other women. And to tell you the truth I had never even considered it. That is until I received some hands on experience.

One day I came home totally bummed about being dumped by my boyfriend. I was feeling miserable and hated thinking about my failed relationships with men. I was happy to see Tracy walk in the room, hoping that she could cheer me up. She sat on the bed and listened to my sob story. But, instead of telling me every thing was going to be okay she got a big smile on her face.

“I know exactly what you need.” Tracy said jumping up.

I had no idea what she was talking about, but decided it couldn’t hurt to find out what it was.

“Look what I just bought.”She said, as she pulled out a big double dicky dildo. At first I started to giggle, but then I started to get scared. What on earth did she plan on doing with that thing. I could tell that Tracy was excited by looking at her hardened nipples. I didn’t know whether to run or stay. I stayed.

Tracy leaned over me and brought her face closer to mine. I could tell that something was going to happen that went against everything that I have ever experienced. She came closer and brought her pout lips to mine. I let out a startled moan. It felt so weird to have her lips against mine. But, at the same time it felt oddly really good. No, what am I saying I am not into women. I reached up and tried to push her off of me, but instead accidently grabbed her breast. I wanted to keep touching her but I stopped. However, Tracy had no intentions of stopping and continued to kiss me.

She gently ran her hands down the full length of my body. I could tell she wanted more, and I think I did too. She slowly brought her hands behind my back and with one swift motion I was topless with her shirt following in pursuit. With both of us topless our large breasts bounced up against one another.

I started to have second thoughts and tried to push her off. But, she was having way too much fun and tied my hands to the bed with one of my scarfs. She than started to lick down my body, careful to pay an equal amount of attention to each of my breasts. My body tingled all over and my nipples hardened from her soft touch. Without the use of my hands I had no choice but to let her have her way with me.

She continued to lick down my stomach, pausing at my sexy belly ring. The same belly ring I had gotten so guys would think I was sexy. She kept licking until she reached my tight, little pussy. I started to shiver at the thought of this sexy woman going down on my puss. I was so confused, part of me wanted to say no but a much stronger part kept me silent

Just than Stacey walked in the room. I gave a startled cry, not knowing what she would think.

“So, I see your breaking in the new girl.”She replied, giving Tracy a smile. And with that she began to strip and join us.

She started to grope and kiss Tracy, I could tell gaziantep escort that this definitely wasn’t their first time. Seeing them together made me feel more comfortable, and a little more open to the idea of sex. I took a minute to just watch them in action.

Tracy pulled Stacey over so she could sit on her face. She sucked her clit while Stacey rocked back and forth against her tongue. They were both moaning and looked like they were having such a good time. I couldn’t help but want to be in on the action.

Feeling a little timid I slid over beside my two roommates. I could tell they were excited that I too wanted to play. They slid off one another and both started to exhaust the joy of my body parts. Tracy started kissing my mouth and breasts, while Stacey went for my juicy pussy. Stacy was an expert with her tongue and it wasn’t long before my pussy juices flowed uncontrollably. I loved being kissed by Tracy while Stacey tongue fucked me.

Just when I thought, I was on the brink of ecstacy Tracy grabbed the double dicky dildo. She plunged one end into my tight twat and the other end into hers. Stacey took turns sucking our nipples and rubbing our clits. It felt so good to have a big cock stuffed in me. I grinded hard on it, shoving it deeper and deeper into both my puss and Tracy’s.

Stacey bent over us so that she could lick my clit, and Tracey could lean forward and suck her hole. We all grinded back and forth, licking, sucking and fucking each other. I couldn’t help but think of all the dirty things I wanted to do to them.

With that in mind, my body felt like it was going to explode. We all came at once, spewing our slut juices all over each other. I let out such a holler you could probably hear it across campus.

“What the hell is going on in there?”

Oh, NO! I had forgotten that it was parent weekend and my dad was coming down to see me. It was too late. My dad had opened the door. He stood gauging at our naked bodies tangled together on the bed.

I grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around myself. I was so embarrassed, but Tracy and Stacy didn’t make any effort to cover themselves. My dad had already turned to leave. Not knowing what to say, I watched him go.

I spent the rest of the evening in shock at my dad seeing me fucking two women. I loved the thought of my new found sexual freedom, but I was so embarrassed. Tracy and Stacy had tried to make me feel better, but nothing would work. I knew I had to face my dad and explain myself.

I knew what hotel he was staying at, so I got dressed and started to slowly make my way there. Throughout the entire walk I couldn’t help but relive the scene. Had that been a look of disgust on his face or had their been a slight smile? No, what am I saying I’m sure he was disgusted. At least at my actions, I can’t imagine anyone would mind seeing Tracy and Stacey naked.

I finally reached the hotel and made my way to his door. Taking a deep breath, I gave a couple of knocks.

The door opened and there stood my dad. He was an attractive man for his age. With a nice athletic build and salt and pepper hair. Women had always paid him a lot of attention. I can remember being jealous of the attention he had paid them. I had always wanted to be his center of attention.

“Hi honey, come on in, it’s really great to see you.”

So, I guess we were going to ignore what happened earlier. I entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed. My dad sat next to me, maybe a little bit closer than normal. I talked about school and my sorority. My dad talked about work and some of his new relationships.

It seemed amazing to me hatay escort that after all this time, I still felt a stab of jealousy when he talked about the women he was seeing. I guess it was obvious that something was wrong.

“What is a matter honey?” My dad asked

“Oh, nothing. I just don’t know why I always feel jealous of the women in your life.”

“You have always been the center of my life.” He replied, resting his hand on my leg sending shivers up my spine.

I didn’t know why my dads hand was having that affect on me, but I could feel my nipples start to harden. Was it me, or was there an increasing amount of sexual tension in the air?

“I’m sorry about what you saw today.” I said.

“That’s okay. Sometimes I forget just how grown up you are. I guess today I saw first hand how sexy, I mean, how independent you are.” He replied with a slight chuckle.

“I’m never too independent to have you in my life.” I said and to my own surprise I placed my hand against his upper thigh. Something about today made me feel very sexually free. As if no boundaries existed.

It was at that moment I realized how badly I wanted to fuck my father.

I slowly slid my hand up his thigh until I reached his belt. I glanced up unsure of what he would think. He leaned back with his eyes closed and gave a nod for me to keep going. I unbuckled his pants and reached my hand down toward his cock. I shivered at the thought of touching his cock for the first time. My hands fell around his swollen shaft. His cock was so large and hard, I finally understood why he was always so popular with the ladies.

I continued to rub his manhood while he started in on me. His hands were gentle to the touch and he caressed my large breasts. Pulling off my shirt he began sucking my hardened nipples and burying his face in my bosom. It felt so good, and knowing that it was my father touching me only made me want it more.

I started to strip him down. I couldn’t wait to see him fully naked. He lay there with his stiff cock pointing toward the ceiling. I began to lick down his body, making sure every inch was covered with his daughter’s kisses. When I reached his package, I began to first suck on his sack. I then slowly made my way until his large cock filled my mouth.

With his cock in my mouth I could feel my pussy get wet. She too wanted some of the action. I slipped out of my pants and panties and placed my dad’s hand on my wet puss. He slowly rubbed my clit before letting his large finger slid inside me. I moaned as I rocked back and forth against his finger.

Finally I could not wait any longer. I brought myself on top of my father and let his giant cock slide into my tight pussy. We both let out a loud moan. Part because of the feeling of his cock inside me and part because of the erotic experience.

While I bounced up and down on his cock I couldn’t help but think dirty thoughts. I thought about the times my daddy had tucked me in, and how I had always wanted him to touch me. Now here I was fucking him the best I could. Finally I was the only center of his attention.

We were getting really hot and heavy and he rolled me over so that he was on top. He started fucking me hard and talking dirty. He asked me if I had been a bad girl. I replied yes and to my delight he rolled me over and gave me a good spanking. Then bent me over the bed and shoved his cock into me from behind. He pounded me hard. I could tell by the way he was getting into it that he had fucked me in his mind quite a few times.

All the fucking made my pussy swell and it wasn’t long before I released my juices. The feeling of my cum dripping hatay escort down his cock made him fuck me harder. When I felt his hot shot slam against my cervix I screamed with delight. Never before had I felt so close to my father.

We continued to fuck the rest of the night, pausing briefly between sessions. By early morning I lay in bed, my dad asleep beside me. Not wanting to deal with the awkwardness of the morning I quietly slipped out.

That day I went to class as normally. I tried to think about things other than last night, but it was no use. My mind kept wandering toward how fun it was to fuck my roommates and my dad. It was so wrong but I couldn’t help it, I wanted to fuck all of them again. By evening my mind was made up. I started to make my way back to the sorority house so that I could get ready for another fun filled night.

As I was climbing the stairs, I could hear giggling coming from my room. I figured Stacey and Tracy were in the room together messing around. So I opened the door to go in and my jaw dropped to the floor.

There on the bed were Tracy and Stacey naked, and between them also naked, was my dad!

I was speechless, not to mention upset. How could they just do that without me, I liked to feel like I was needed. To make matters worse they didn’t even make any effort to stop what they were doing. So, I just stood their wide eyed and watched the three of them fondle each other. I didn’t know what to do.

To my relieve my dad finally got up and came over to me. I was happy, I figured he was ashamed and now we could go back to his hotel. I didn’t want to share him, or Tracy and Stacy. But, instead he slipped his hands around my waist and started to kiss me. He continued and pulled up my shirt so that he could lick my breasts. I could feel his hardon poking into me. I wanted to yell and tell him how betrayed I felt, but something about his touch made me melt into his arms.

He kept kissing and touching me as he slowly guided me toward the bed. I wanted him so badly. I finally realized that having all three of them at once would be a fantasy come true. Once on the bed we all fell into each other. I enjoyed the touch of a woman’s hand while having my father surround me.

We each took turns sucking on my dads cock. Licking his long shaft with our tongues. He came on Stacey’s face so Tracy and I licked it off, savoring his flavor.

He also asked us to lick each others pussy while he watched. I dug into Tracy’s tight twat. I hadn’t realized how much I missed the taste of her pussy. Stacey than sat on her face and I sat with my dad and watched. I loved touching each other while we watched two beautiful women fuck.

When his cock was once again ready, he lined us up on the bed. I wanted to be first, so he plunged his cock inside me. I let him fuck me hard, and enjoyed every second of my dad’s cock inside me. When I had cum, he moved on to pleasuring Stacey and then Tracy.

All three of us were in heaven being fucked by his giant rod. When Stacey and Tracy had both came, he once again entered me. I closed my eyes savoring the thought of my father inside me. When the time came, he shot his love deep inside me with one last thrust.

We lay their panting from the awesome experience. I asked Tracy and Stacey to leave so that I could be alone with my dad. We lay in bed together both knowing that our relationship had changed forever. I knew I would always look at my dad sexually. I had so much sexual freedom now, I could fuck anyone I wanted.

Not wanted to ruin the fun with too many deep thoughts I rolled over to my father. We once again started to kiss. I just couldn’t get enough of him. It was like 18 years of pent up sexual desires had been released. And on that thought I called Tracy and Stacy back into the room. Then pulled my dad on top of me and pushed his cock inside me. I love being daddy’s little sorority girl.

The End

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Ass

This story was told to me by my sister-in-law Susan, about her awakening to love. If you have read my first story about how we met, “Menage a Quatre”, you’ll know something about her already.

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Susan’s StoryWhen I was a very little girl, we were well-off. I mean that we had money and lived in a nice house. When I was a little older, we were what you’d call pretty rich. And now we’re filthy rich, all because my granddad and his sons built up a little shipping company into a big multinational powerhouse. You’ve probably heard the quote from F. Scott Fitzgerald about how the very rich are different from you and me. Well it’s true. After my uncle and aunt died in a plane crash when I was five, Granddad and Dad became very protective of me and my brother Paul. Dad and Mom adopted my cousin Ron, and we three kids lived in a protective cocoon.

Ron and Paul are the same age, four years older than I. We didn’t associate with lots of other kids outside of school, so we spent lots of time together. I’ve always had a crush on both of them. As a pre-teen, I was a big pest. But they always were nice to me, even when they didn’t want me around.

We all went to the same private academy in Connecticut. Our parents were always away working or visiting far-off countries or the like, and we were left in the hands of a succession of nannies and bodyguards, all of whom we hated and conspired against. In return, we were never allowed to go to other kids’ houses or have sleepovers or the other fun things normal kids like to do. Each day after school, we were picked up by the chauffeur/bodyguards and driven back to our fenced estate. We called it “Stalag 14.”

When I was eleven, the boys were sent to a boarding school. We saw each other on school holidays, but never on weekends. Each time they came home after months away, I was thrilled to see how they had grown up. Both were athletes. Ron was on the track team, and Paul was a wrestler. With the training they did, they developed muscular physiques. I thought they were the most handsome boys I had ever seen.

At the age of fourteen, I too was sent to a tony boarding school for girls, and only came home for school holidays. I was not a good student except for French and art, both of which I loved. I planned to become an artist and live in a garret in Paris and have bohemian lovers.

By then I had developed physically so that my breasts filled out my sweaters and my pussy was covered in soft brown fur. When I discovered masturbation, an entire fantasy world opened up to me. At night lying in bed, I would play with myself for hours imagining that some handsome man or other was fucking my wet slit and kissing my nipples. All of the girls had private rooms at school, so I never had to worry about roommates discovering my nocturnal activities. Although I tried to suppress my thoughts, the man I pictured the most often was my brother Paul.

We had occasional dances at the school arranged with neighboring boys schools of the proper social level, but I never met anyone at these affairs who attracted me in a serious way. In any case, we were too carefully guarded to let anything serious happen. So I remained virginal all through my years at school.

At the age of eighteen, I was a junior. Each of the dorm floors had senior girls who were designated as “monitors” and were tasked with supervising the younger ones. Our monitor was named Cynthia. She and I had been casual acquaintances for years because she had been attending the school since primary. One night I was lying in my bed with my nightgown hiked up around my hips and my fingers busily exploring my inner depths. I had been giving myself one after another particularly strong orgasm, and although I am normally pretty non-vocal, this session was exceptional. As I gasped and let out little moans, Cynthia heard me as she was passing my room.

I opened my eyes to see Cynthia standing in my doorway. How long she had been watching I don’t know. She was dressed in a long sheer nightgown, and her long straight brown hair hung down over her shoulders practically to her waist. With the hall light behind her, I could see the outline of her legs through the gown. She was leaning on the door frame with one hand between her legs.

I gasped in alarm as I simultaneously struggled to pull down my gown and cover myself with the sheets. Cynthia closed the door and walked over to me and sat down on the side of the bed.

“Don’t worry about it,” she assured me. “I do the same thing all the time. I just try to keep quiet.”

“Really?” I asked naively. “I thought I must be the only one. It seems so dirty. But it feels so good.”

“Are you still a virgin?” she asked gently.

“Of course I am,” I came back. “Aren’t you?”

She laughed at that sally. “Not for quite a while. Do you like being one?”

“I’m saving myself for my wedding.” It now seems quite amazing to me what a little prude I was then.

“That didn’t answer my question.” Cynthia sakarya escort bent down over me and kissed me on the lips. This was quite a shock! Although we had often kissed on the cheeks as greetings, this was different. She turned on my bedside lamp and looked down at me. Although I had pulled the hem of my nightgown over me, the juices from my pussy had soaked through the front, and the odor of my sex was heavy in the air.

I felt helpless to react as she raised the hem of my gown to expose my sex to her gaze.

“Let me show you,” she said in a husky whisper, lowering her mouth to my stomach.

She kissed my belly button and then with tiny kisses her lips descended my abdomen until they touched the moist hair above my pussy. She gently parted my legs with one hand as she moved lower, until her tongue made electric contact with my erect button. As she slowly licked around my sensitive clit, she pushed one then two fingers into me. I was so wet that they entered easily. I felt myself become even more wet as the fingers fucked me and her mouth gave me more pleasure than I’d ever been able to give to myself. I opened my legs as wide as I could to give her access as my hands squeezed by breasts and my hard, almost painful nipples. When I looked down, her eyes were boring into mine as her lips and fingers worked their magic. I can’t say how many times I came before she raised her face from my between my legs. Perhaps it was one continuous orgasm. At the end I fell back on my pillow, covered with sweat and flushed all over my body.

Cynthia sat beside me looking down with a strange expression. “For a beginner you really freaked out there,” she said. “My first time I was so nervous I didn’t feel anything except the need to pee. If I hadn’t felt your hymen just now, I would have never guessed that you’re a virgin.”

I was now a bit recovered, and made some vague effort to cover my breasts and legs with my gown. “I don’t know what to say. I’m not a lesbian. How did you make me do that?”

“I didn’t make you do anything you didn’t want to do. You don’t have to be a lesbian to like someone’s mouth on your cunt. When there’s no men available, we have to make do with what’s available. Now! You’ve had your fun, it’s my turn.”

“What do you mean? You want me to do that to you? That’s disgusting!”

Of course it wasn’t disgusting, as my recent experiences had just demonstrated. So I regretted that outburst almost immediately. Besides, Cynthia had climbed onto my bed and straddled my chest. She pulled her gown over her head, revealing herself in total nudity. She had a magnificent pair of breasts whose nipples stuck out hard and full pointing in separate directions. Her long hair fell over her shoulders and onto my face as she leaned over to kiss me full on the lips. I knew immediately that the musky smell on her face came from my juices, and this was strangely exciting. She moved up to straddle my face so that her pussy was just over my mouth. Her labia were swollen and her large clitoris stuck out like a little penis engorged with blood. I reached up gingerly and parted her outer lips while I let a finger trail up to touch her button.

“You don’t need to be so gentle,” she whispered. I found her vaginal opening and was able to easily fit three fingers inside. Her cunt was warm and moist and muscular.

“Fuck me hard,” she commanded. I moved my hand up and down rapidly as she asked. It entered up to the knuckles. “Harder, Harder!” I got all four fingers in and was really pounding into her. On the upstroke, I made my thumb bump into her clit. She was supporting herself on the bed’s headboard bucking on my hand, forcing herself down to meet my strokes, so that I was afraid she would break my wrist. Her juices were pouring out of her and running down my hand and wrist. With my free hand, I reached up to tweak her nipples. When she came, I could feel the muscles of her cunt squeeze hard on my hand.

She slumped down so that her matted hairs were pushed against my chin. Her smell was strangely exciting, and I felt my own juices begin to moisten my slit again. I moved her gently so that I could probe her with my tongue. She tasted different from me, but not unpleasantly so. As I lapped between her lips and up to her clit, still engorged and erect, she pressed her cunt down on my face so that my tongue was able to enter more deeply into her tunnel. My mouth was covered with a fresh flood of juice, and I was able to breathe only through my nose. Both of us were letting out little grunts and squeals as she came a second time.

She slowly lowered herself onto the bed next to me and we fell asleep in each others arms. Only when daylight brightened the room through the curtains did she rise silently, put on her gown, and disappear through the door.

After that night, Cynthia and I became best friends. Needless to say, we slept together almost every night when we thought we would not risk being discovered. She taught me to lots samsun escort of new things I had never imagined in my earlier pubescent fantasies. She would come to my room with her vibrator and have me fuck her with it. She could get multiple orgasms with it every time. She would use the tip to stimulate my clitoris, but she would never put it into my cunt. “We need to keep you a virgin for your husband,” she laughed.

However, she did share the pleasures of anal fucking with the vibrator. With it buzzing in my asshole and her lips and tongue pleasuring my cunt, I had guaranteed orgasms whenever I wanted.

“Did you ever let a guy fuck you back there?” I asked after the first time we did it.

“Not yet, but the guys I’ve slept with have all been such prigs. Episcopalians I guess. They must think it’s just for shitting with.” Cynthia had a foul mouth for such a well-bred girl. I was often shocked by the words she used.

“Do you like it better with guys than with me?” I asked coyly.

“You’re jealous!” she laughed at me. “No, not better but different. Most guys don’t last long enough to satisfy me. The only saving grace is that guys our age can get it up again a couple of times. Most of them won’t go down on me either. They think it’s dirty. But when a guy is lying between my legs pumping me hard, I really do like that. Doggy style is good too. But the best is when I’m on top. Then I’m in control and can make it last a real long time. You know I’ve made it lots more times with you than any guy, so don’t be envious of any boyfriend I’m lucky enough to get.”

I kissed her for that. “You’re so beautiful, any boyfriend is lucky to have you. I’m even luckier.”

When summer came, Cynthia graduated and I was free for the long holiday. I asked my parents if Cynthia could come to stay at our place for a while. I was sure that they would refuse, but to my surprise they accepted the idea warmly. I found out later that Cynthia’s dad was a friend of my dad.

Cynthia has gotten a car as a graduation present and it was agreed that she would drive us home from school. With all of her stuff loaded in the car, we set off to drive the hundred or so miles to our place. I noticed that we were not on the direct route. Cynthia said she had to make a stop, and eventually we pulled up in front of a discreet low-rise office building. Cynthia told me to come with her, and when we entered the unmarked door I saw that we were in a doctor’s office.

“This is a little secret between us. Dr. Adams is a gynecologist with a very select practice. If you ever have a little ‘female’ problem you need taken care of, he’s the man to see. Completely discreet. Of course it’s not cheap either.”

“What do mean by female problem?”

“Sometimes I think you were born yesterday. I mean if you happen to find yourself in a family way inconveniently, this is the place to come.”

I was taken aback. “You mean an abortionist?” I thought about it for a minute. “Don’t tell me you’ve had an abortion?”

Cynthia laughed. “No I haven’t. But I get my pills here without my parents knowing about it. And we’re going to get you some too. In case your ‘husband’ shows up before the wedding. Since I’ve turned you on to sex, I feel responsible for you. I won’t be at school next year to keep you out of trouble, so just regard this as a graduation present.”

Dr. Adams was cool and professional. I was surprised when he gave me a full exam. At school, the gynecologist is a woman. As I lay on the table with my legs in the stirrups and the speculum spreading me wide, I mused that the doctor was the first man to ever look up my vagina. I wondered if he ever got excited looking up girl’s twats all day.

After the exam, Dr. Adams handed me a prescription and two month’s work of pills in their little plastic calendar wrappers. “I see that you’re still intact. I assume that at your age you’re been tempted to start having sex. Start taking these pills right away. If you have any reactions, call me and we can try a different type. I recommend that you use condoms even when taking the pills. Birth control pills don’t help with diseases.”

The parents didn’t find it unusual that Cynthia would share my room. I guess they thought that we were just “best friends”. My bedroom at home was huge, and they moved a second bed in there. Since my room is in a different part of our big house, I was sure that we could act as we did at school without being discovered. What I hadn’t planned on was that Paul and Ron would be there are well. They had both graduated from college that year and were working for my dad in the company, learning the ropes as it were. They had their rooms in the same wing as my parents, and we saw them every morning at breakfast and every evening at dinner when they were in town.

The first day we were home and I saw Paul and Ron again, my old feelings for them returned. I think that they saw me for the first time as a grown woman, and their behavior to me urfa escort seemed both more formal and warmer.

But not for Cynthia. When they were introduced, I sensed that something passed between the three of them. Lying in bed that first evening, Cynthia said, “Why didn’t you ever tell me you were living with two hunks like that? I hope you don’t mind if I try my luck.”

I did mind in a funny way but I said nothing. Although I lusted for Cynthia, I loved Paul and Ron. And now I knew I loved them as men and not as brothers.

Cynthia flirted with both of them outrageously over the next day or two. The third evening they went missing after dinner. I was pretty suspicious and started looking around the house and grounds to see what they were up to. When I got to the garden shed, I heard voice and other sounds. Creeping to the window, I looked in to see Paul lying naked on a blanket with Cynthia mounted on him, his big cock pumping in and out of her pussy. At the same time, Ron was standing in front of her with his cock in her mouth. This was the first time I’d ever seen real men’s cocks, and fucking at that. Watching them made me very hot and I couldn’t resist raising my dress, dropping my panties, and burrowing my hand into my moist cunt.

They all went on for a long time, so despite what Cynthia had said about guys, these two knew how to hold their fire. After what seemed like an hour, I saw Paul tense and grab Cynthia’s hips, holding her to him. I guessed he was cumming in her. After a few moments, he seemed to go limp. Cynthia kept sucking on Ron’s cock, taking it really deep in her mouth. Moments later, he pulled out as his cum spurted out onto her chin and neck and ran down between her breasts. There seemed to be a lot of it. This was the first time I had seen a man cum, even though Cynthia had described it to me in graphic detail. The excitement of the scene was so intense that I came sharply myself.

I managed to pull up my panties and arrange my dress, and with a feigned carelessness marched into the door of the shed. You can’t imagine the surprise I caused the guys. As they scrambled to hide their naked cocks from their “innocent” little sister, Cynthia was laughing so hard I though she would have a stroke.

She got control of herself and said, “I bet you got an eyeful, didn’t you Susan? I heard you standing our there playing with yourself. How did you like our little show?”

This made me a little crazy. “It was selfish of you to hog both of them for yourself, while I had to make do with my fingers.” I was surprised at my own boldness but pleased by the shocked expression both of the men exhibited.

Cynthia teased me, “What do you mean? Do you want your brother or your cousin to fuck you? Take your cherry? You’re supposed to be saving that for your husband.”

“I don’t care,” I started crying. “I love them better than any husband.” I ran over and threw my arms around Paul’s waist, sobbing. Paul had by then gotten his trousers on, but his muscular chest and stomach felt wonderful against my cheek. The smell of his maleness was so exciting, I didn’t care what I was saying.

By then Paul spoke for the first time. “I love you too, but I’m not going to make love to my sister. That’s horrible. Even for Ron, sex with a first cousin is still incest.”

Ron came over to put his arms around me. “We both love you. You’re my sister too. It wouldn’t be right to make love to you for either of us.”

I was still crying, holding onto Paul. “Kiss me! Please!” I moved my face up to Paul’s and put my arms around his neck, pressing my lips to his. He responded instinctively and opened his lips, so I stuck my tongue into his mouth while I pressed my breasts against his naked chest. But after a moment he pushed me away.

“This isn’t right. Stop it!”

But I had felt his cock stiffen through his pants. I turned to Ron. “Please don’t push me away too. I love you.”

But the moment had passed, and all four of us silently arranged our clothes, left the shed, and walked back to the house.

Cynthia and I went to my bedroom. When the door closed behind us, I demanded, “take off your clothes. I want to see what’s in your pussy.”

“You want to see Paul’s cum in me, do you?” Cynthia thought this idea was cool, and she quickly dropped her skirt. She was not wearing panties so that I could see the residue of sex dried on her thighs and in her bush. I pushed her down on the bed, spread her legs, and parted her lips. I was disappointed that there seemed to be nothing left of the semen that Paul had surely filled her with.

“Nothing left? Sorry! Since I was riding on him, most of it must have dripped out. Maybe he’ll let you suck his cock next time.” Cynthia had a cruel streak that showed itself from time to time. “In the meantime since you’re down there, you can eat as much as you want.”

I stood up and looked down at her, spread-eagled on the bed. “Eat yourself if you can. I don’t feel like it right now. Maybe you’ll behave better in the future.”

Things were frosty at dinner. None of use talked to each other. My dad was out of town, but Mom asked us if we were feeling all right. “No problem. We’re just a little tired.” We all mumbled things to that effect.

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DAY 1

Kyle slowly wakes up thinking he must have fallen asleep in the outdoors. He feels butterfly wings brushing against his ear and a tree limb against his leg. Opening his eyes he discovers his fiancée Bee alternating between softly kissing, and firmly flicking her tongue, against his ear. Looking down he sees her left leg intertwined with his right leg and her hard tree trunk of a cock rubbing straight up against this leg.

Kyle thinks to himself how lucky he is. Even first thing in the morning she still possesses the most striking look he has ever seen on a woman. She has a small face with piercing dark oriental eyes. They are sheltered beneath long, low arching, dark eyebrows. She has a small angular nose above a tiny mouth. Her diamond blonde hair is cut in a long bob that is curled under at the bottom, and parted a little bit off center on the left. She keeps the hair on her left side brushed back behind her ear. Her pristine skin is fair with shades of almond pressing through.

As his gaze proceeds down her nude body he comes to her flat chest with tiny light mahogany colored nipples above a slender torso. Kyle has always found small breasts on Asian women so much sexier than large breasts on Western women. Bee’s tits are extremely small. Everything down to her tiny waist is feminine. Her svelte body at times appears more that of a girl than the twenty-three year old woman she is. She has moderately defined hips giving her a slightly rounded butt. No JLo booty, but definitely womanly.

Below her waist her girlish figure continues, but it is counterbalanced by the monster cock between her long, thin, firm legs. It is the same dark color as her nipples. She completely shaves her bush so her full cock is on display. In its natural state she is uncut with six thick inches hanging down in front of her tight balls. In the aroused state she is currently in, it is nine inches of rigid flesh. And the head has sprung out from its cowl of skin.

Kyle’s hand reaches down squeezing her firm bum. Finding her tight little hole, he starts to massage it with his finger. He loves her ass and hopes she will soon let his tongue go to work where his finger is now.

“Good morning,” she says with her thick Thai accent. Then she nibbles and bites his ear lobe before proceeding to kiss and suck her way down his neck. Eventually she moves to his lips, becoming less gentle and more assertive. As Kyle opens his lips she thrusts her tongue all the way down to his throat then around in his mouth. She hunts for his tongue and once discovering it, fences with it using her own tongue. She has now moved and is straddling his legs. Her big hard cock rubbing against his small soft one. As she slowly grinds them together, he begins to get stiff.

With her chest near his face she leans forward and lets his tongue find her right nipple. He teasingly circles it with his tongue three, four, five times. Then sucks it into his mouth as he rubs her left nipple.

Kyle is small for a man. Five foot nine and only about one hundred and thirty pounds. He has thick, short cut, dark hair, and because of his small size no significant definition to his body. Bee is five nine too. Only with her lean body and long legs, along with being female, she appears tall and strong. Whereas Kyle appears short and unassuming.

There are many more ways in which they contrast each other. His cock is cut, thin, three inches soft and less than six inches hard. She has always joked with him that the one with the biggest cock gets to be on Top. Given that she is bigger when limp than Kyle is when hard, using this logic, Bee always gets to be the Top. The truth is they both want it this way in any case.

Kyle is white, submissive, loves to suck cock, lick ass, get fucked, and eat cum. Bee is that rare Thai ladyboy who is Dominant, with a hung cock, who knows how to, and loves to use it. The two of them prove the adage opposites attract. That is why they are getting married in one week.

Looking down at him she says, “I am so horny this morning. You have to take care of Lola.” Then she crawls forward and places her legs on either side of his head positioning her big rod on his lips. Lola is her pet name for her cock. She likes to say anything as big and strong as Lola is, needs to have its own name.

Kyle immediately opens his mouth and raises his head until his lips are against her balls. In one motion he is deep throating her. The first time they slept together he could barely get five inches in his mouth before he started gagging. Over time he has learned how to get her all the way in.

She knows most guys could never swallow all of her. And nobody, when she first let them suck her, ever could. But Bee loves getting her blowjobs and if a man was going gaziantep escort to be with her in a long-term relationship, he has to go deep on her. At least seven inches. She also always knew any husband would have to be a cocksucker who was able to take all of her.

It isn’t the only reason she is marrying him, but it is a prerequisite. It’s not only Bee that loves getting sucked however, Kyle lives to suck her off too. And starting off today with Lola down his throat is as good as life gets for him.

Grabbing both sides of his head she starts to fuck his face. Advancing and retreating in and out of his throat. This morning she doesn’t want long and slow. She just wants to cum! “Suck me off fast, swallow my load, and I will let you eat my ass until you cum.” Bee knows how addicted he is to her perfectly shaped ass, and what an incentive this is to him.

Pulling back so just the head is in his mouth he sucks on it and runs his tongue over the head. Picking up the pace he sucks harder each time the head is near his tongue. Finally she grunts while depositing six powerful streams into his mouth. Not a drop is ever wasted.

As always he opens his mouth displaying her cum to her. They both view this dramatic act as a symbol of his subservience to her sexual power. The ability for a ladyboy to cum in Thailand is a sign of potency and is literally referred to as power.

“You may swallow now my bitch.”

Kyle exaggerates the swallowing motion in a theatrical display to further please this ravishing strong woman.

With this exhibit of submission complete she turns around facing his feet. Once again she places her legs on either side of his head. She then sits up straight, bringing her butt to his face.

“Eat it, ass slut,” she says while pushing harder down onto his face.

Kyle vigorously assaults her hole with his tongue. As she is exclusively a Top, and it has been years since she took anything in her ass. It is far too tight to be penetrated with a tongue. But he licks it and presses his tongue on it as if his life depends on it. While jerking his little tool, combined with his tongue up her ass, it is a matter of only a few more minutes before he shoots three streams of thick white cum onto his hand and stomach.

“Good boy. You are so predictable. Always three. Lick it up then let’s have a shower.”

After the shower Kyle makes them each an omelet and hash. This is not some Domme thing where Bee makes him serve her at all times. Outside of sex there is no Dom/sub expression in their relationship. They truly enjoy each other’s company and respect each other. As they do in the bedroom as well. It is just that with sex they both have their kinks which turn them on, and also happen to compliment each other’s passions.

Out of the bedroom they refer to each other with sweet names as so many young couples do. But when Bee the Domme comes out, the submissive Kyle becomes her bitch, slut, bottom, faggot, whore. Kyle is turned on by this as much, if not more than Bee.

For Bee the words are a verbal expression of her power. The more ways she controls him the more extreme everything becomes for her.

For Kyle it goes beyond merely pleasing her, relinquishing control to her, and being her submissive. Implicit in the humiliation from the words, is that they are means of making himself more vulnerable to her, which shows the trust he has in her as his Domme.

But this morning, as he does every morning, Kyle is making the breakfast because he is a great cook. He has often thought if he were to start things over again that he would go to culinary school. But having put the time and effort into getting his iron ring as an engineer, he could not walk away from the profession.

As they are eating Bee says, “My Love we need to talk. You know how much the wedding means to me. It is a childhood dream come true. Ever since I was a nine years old when I first saw a white wedding dress. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and the most painful thing for me. I realized that being a young boy I would never experience the joy of being a bride. If I was back home that would still be my reality. Now here in Canada though, you are going to make my dream come true.”

More than ten years ago Canada made same sex marriage legal. In Thailand despite, having a large gay and very large transgender population, it is still not legal.

He was a surprised to hear her refer to herself as a boy. She almost never does as she is now a woman in all ways except for her cock. She is not the only one to regard her only as a woman. To Kyle she will never be anything else. Even when she is fucking his face or his ass, she is still the woman of his dreams.

She reached across the table and held his hands. “Thank you so much for marrying me. Since this is the last week before the wedding, the anticipation and the stress are beginning to build up in me.”

“I will take care of any last details about the wedding. hatay escort You won’t have to deal with that. But what I need from you is to help me deal with the emotions I can already feel, and that I know will continue. You have seen me before when I need to release and relax from stuff like this. You know how horny I get at times like this. Over the next week I need you to just accept that Lola and I are going to need and use you more than ever before. I am asking you to please just let us use you wherever and whenever we want. No questions, reservations, or hesitation”

Kyle laughed, “So you are basically asking me to be your sex toy for the next week?”

With a mischievous smile Bee replies, “Yes you could say that. But it may end up more intense than it ever has been before.”

“OK babe I’m all yours.”

This approach to releasing stress isn’t completely without merit. There have been many studies showing that sex reduces stress as well as other harmful physical reactions that build up in the body in times of increased anxiety.

Bee, however, isn’t basing her comments on having read any medical or scientific articles. It originates from her own experience. How sex and Domination have helped her cope with some difficult times in her past. As a transgender woman who has moved halfway around the world, she has faced more than her share of difficult times.

DAY 2

Sunday has Bee going over the guest list and the RSVPs they have received. Then checking them against the seating plan. The caterers require the final numbers tomorrow.

Although she told Kyle she would take care of all the details, there are some guests she doesn’t know as well as he does, and she comes over time after time to ask his opinion about who to seat together. Kyle continues to be taken away from watching his football game to help her. He never complains, but it is somewhat frustrating. It’s the first week of the season and he has been waiting for weeks in anticipation of the return of football.

Upon finally completing the seating plan she again requests his help. This time with the food. They both love Thai food. Along with all its combinations of spices, it has such complex but delicious flavors. They have found a caterer with a wonderful Thai cook for the reception. They are, however, in the West and they know there are some who don’t appreciate the incredible dishes from the Land of Smiles. For this reason they are making alternative food available. In addition, these days you have to accommodate people with gluten or nut allergies. She asks for his help identifying who gets which dish.

Some have said to him that he is letting her go over the top with this wedding. Truth be told in everyday life she is not at all extravagant. So Kyle is more than happy to let her have the fairy tale wedding of her dreams. He knows how important this is to her. She honestly thought one of her biggest dreams growing up would always be kept out of her reach.

At the time she grew up a transgender teenage girl, nowhere in the world had same sex marriage. Despite this as she was coming of age, she considered marriage to be as much a part of becoming a woman as any physical features.

She could have all the physical changes to her body if she wanted. Thailand is home to many of the best plastic surgeons in the world. True artists some say. Sculpting perfect women’s bodies from the anatomy of skinny boys. They work their sculptures like Michelangelo, only in real flesh rather than marble.

Bee believed becoming a wife to the man of her dreams would forever be denied her. Wanting to give this to her, however, doesn’t make all the interruptions less frustrating. By late into the afternoon games Kyle hasn’t really watched any of today’s games. When she approaches him in the fourth quarter saying, “I have just one more question,” He releases a breath of exasperation before looking at her and helping her out again.

The look on his face is noticed by Bee. It is then, for the first time, that it occurs to her she has ignored how much she bothered him throughout the day. In a few minutes she quickly finishes, on her own, everything that she needs for the caterer tomorrow.

Then as the game nears completion she goes into the bedroom. Time to give Kyle some stress release. Going to her lingerie drawer she takes out one of his favorites. It’s a two piece purple set with black lace. The bra has two small pieces of purple satin cloth that are only an inch bigger than the tiny nipples on her small breasts. Surrounding the satin is a couple of inches of black lace. The panties are comprised of just enough purple satin to cover Lola between her legs, although it does leave a big bulge easily visible beneath the satin. Bee does nothing to try to tuck or hide the bulge. She knows Kyle loves to find her displaying a bulge in her panties. The bigger the better. She finishes by putting a black lace collar around her neck.

As she hears the football hatay escort game end on the TV Bee calls out, “Kyle I need help with one more thing. Come in here. Now!”

He thinks to himself what now, as he walks into the bedroom. He finds her standing facing him near the foot of the bed with her legs wide apart and her hands on her hips. Under his breath he says, “Oh Yes.”

She says, “Clothes off and get on your knees,” as she points between her feet. “You have been a good bitch today. So very helpful. Now you will be rewarded. Kiss my feet.”

He quickly starts bathing her feet in kisses. Continuing until he is told what to do next.

She taps between her legs saying, “This big bulge is just for you.”

“Thank you Mistress .”

“Suck me through my panties. ”

He grabs the crotch a few times with his teeth, which results in him nibbling on her balls. Then he licks her cock through the panties. Crawling behind her, he grabs the waist getting the panties below her butt. Looking at her perfect little bum he asks, “Can I please eat your ass?”

“Do it you slut.”

With unapologetic abandon he buries his face up her ass. Licking from the bottom to the top over and over with his tongue flat against it. Eventually he swirls his tongue around the softness of her tight rosebud. She lets him worship her. As she knows how much he loves to do this.

Finally she turns around. She is still limp and looking down says, “Lets bring Lola to life.”

On his knees in front of Bee is the most natural place in the world for him to be. He starts sucking hard but slow, and Lola wakes up in his mouth. As she grows he can barely fit her girth in his mouth. But he will never stop sucking her once he starts. This is his reward and he is going to claim it. Every milky white drop. At the same time he begins to jerk off.

Bee has been letting him do what he wants. After all his help today, she wants this to be about his enjoyment tonight. But as she gets closer to the climax it is time to take charge. She knows that as her submissive, this is what he wants her to do anyway.

“Is my little cocksucker happy on his knees like a lowly slut?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You know you are nothing more than a ladyboy’s whore, right?”

“Yes Mistress.”

You know what whores do? They suck cock until they get a full load of cum in their mouth. Then they swallow. Well here it comes you fucking whore!”

With that, the first squirt of her considerable load enters his mouth. At the same time he cums, three squirts, and he catches it in his left hand. As she finishes he boldly displays her cum in his mouth.

“Very good baby swallow it all for me.”

This is followed by Kyle licking his own cum off his hand.

Finally when his mouth is empty of her cock and all their cum he is able to say, “Thank you.”

“Oh My Love thank you for everything you did for me today. I am going to be the luckiest wife alive because I will be married to such a wonderful man.”

DAY 3

Lola definitely likes mornings. Bee wakes up on her side spooning Kyle from behind. Her arm is around his chest. Her morning wood is pressed against his ass. She slowly starts to rub up and down his ass.

Still mostly asleep he instinctively starts to push back against her. He loves taking it up the ass. By the time he is finally awake enough to fully realize what is happening he is hard too.

As Bee reaches around and starts to stroke him she whispers in his ear, “Why is your little cock is so hard bitch?”

“Please fuck me.”

“You want me to fuck your ass?”

“Yes please.”

“Oh you woke up feeling like a little faggot this morning did you?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“OK give me the lube.”

Kyle opens the drawer in the side table and hands her the lube. Nobody could ever take Lola without lots of lube. After she gets her ready she pushes two fingers up his hole. As she roles him over onto his stomach he instinctively spreads his legs wide.

She mounts him intertwining their legs together so she has leverage. With the head at his opening she pushes in. Once the head is in she stops.

“Please Mistress don’t stop I need this so bad.” He knows she loves to be begged to fuck her bottom.

She pushes in telling him, “You really are a slut. You know that?”

“Oh yes. Oh yes. Oh yes.” As he feels her slide inch, after inch, after inch inside him.

When her balls reach his ass she tells him, “We don’t have much time before you have to go to work bitch. So this is going to be fast and it’s going to be hard.”

As he feels her pull eight inches back out leaving just the head in, he begs, “Yes please so hard.” With that she plunges all eight inches back up his ass.

This is followed by more and harder thrusts. For Kyle, giving himself completely to a hard thick powerful cock is rapture. As she continues to fuck him, his little cock is rubbing against the bed. Eventually he blows three squirts of his cum on the sheets.

With his little load pooled on the sheets she says, “Face me bitch.”

On his knees with his mouth wide open she moans as she jerks off filling it with her cum. “OK faggot swallow.”

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I and Ranjit were very good friends, I was quite good in studies so my friends mother Anjali invited me to study at their home with Ranjit. In his family they were four of them including his brother Vikram & their father Ajay. Mr.Ajay was in the navy & would be out for 6-8 months at a stretch. I hardly got to see him.

In 2 months time I had become a part of their family, I would visit them almost daily after college as well as on holidays. Vikram was 19, Anjali was 36 & Ajay was 40. Anjali had maintained herself very well, although she was not very good looking she had maintained her elf very well. She had a figure like 38-30-38. When our exams approached I was requested to stay back in the nights as well so that I could help Ranjit in Maths & Science. After our regular college hours I would go home have dinner and reach their place by 9.00pm, sometimes I would have dinner with the Sharma’s. Ranjit preferred to get up early in the morning and I always preferred to study late. I would help Ranjit till 11.00pm and then continue with my studies till about 2.00am. Ranjit would go to bed by 11.00pm and get up by 6.00am in the morning, I would getup by 8.00am.

One evening around 9.30pm Vikram was running fever, anjali had taken his temperature & I was trying to read it, I could not make out what the temperature was so anjali came close behind me & tried to explain to me how the reading was to be taken, she came very close and stuck her breast to my shoulder. It was as if some electric current had passed through my body. I tried not to show any reaction to this incidence.

The same night it was raining very heavily due to which the climate was quite chilly, anjali is a schoolteacher by profession and she had some test papers to correct, they have a house with 2 bed rooms, one fairly big living room & one kitchen. One bedroom for the parents and other one was shared between Ranjit & Vikram. Since Ajay was usually out of town, Vikram would sleep in their parent’s bedroom. I would be in the same room as Ranjit, Anjali would sleep any where either next to Ranjit or Vikram, nothing was fixed. It must be about 12.30am and I wanted a break so I went to the living room where anjali was watching a movie as well as correcting the papers. I asked her if she could make me some coffee for which she agreed.

She returned back with 2 cups, I was sitting on a sofa and she sat near the foot of the sofa where my feet were, she sat very close, this was not unusual she did in the presence of her sons as well. We were chatting about our progress in studies, about the papers she was correcting. It was quite chilly & my feet felt very warn to her so held my feet while we were chatting, I did not pay any attention to this, as I was engrossed watching the movie as listening to what she was saying.

This must have continued for some time and then she placed my feet in her lap saying that they felt good, she kept them there for some time, she was wearing a salwar kameez dress and the material of the salwar felt good to me as well. We stayed like this for around 10 –15 mins. The sinop escort movie got over and she went and slept in the bedroom in which Ranjit was sleeping. I proceeded to study for some time and then I went and slept next to Vikram. After some time Anjali came to check how Vikram was feeling, he was sound asleep & she checked his temperature, he had little fever so she said that she would sleep in between Vikram & me. I was quite excited as she would generally sleep on the other side of her sons but today she wanted to sleep in between the two of us. Vikram had taken some medicines and was fast asleep, she asked me if I was feeling sleepy, I said not too much so she started taking to me about Vikram, how he needs her near him when he is not well and things like that. The bed was not very big and she was quite close to me our bodies were touching a little, out feet were touching, her feet were quite cold and mine were warm so she asked me if I could keep my feet on hers, which I did I was quite excited as well as I had never felt a women this way, she was no longer my friends mother but a women next to me. I was getting a hard on.

She told me that my feet were feeling quite comfortable to her and asked me if I liked the feel, I replied on the affirmative. She said I was very nice & cute and she liked me very much. I asked her why she liked me and she said she liked me the day she saw me. She turned to me side now and kept her leg over mine I was sleeping straight & I could feel her legs on mine, her thighs touching mine. I wanted to touch her like a man would touch a woman but I could not take any initiative. She was now caressing her entire leg on mine. I had put on pajamas and my cock was hurting inside my underwear. It was actually paining because it wanted to become free.

She said that I have a very pretty face and she felt like kissing my face and she kissed me on my cheeks, my chin on my fore head. She did this many times, I wanted to kiss her back, I wanted to feel her breast which were less then 6 inches away from me but I was stunned. I was also completely excited so drawing courage I asked her if I could kiss her, she said I could so I kissed her on her cheeks & also kissed her on her lips, she asked me why I kissed her lips as they were to be kissed only by her husband. I said I liked her lips very much so I kissed her on her lips and said I was very sorry if I had hurt her, she said it was all right now and told me that even I had very soft lips and they felt very good. Now we were very close and there was no gap between us, her breasts were touching my shoulder and I was enjoying the soft feel. I asked her if I could kiss her again on her lips. She said ok I kissed her on the lips but she did not respond to my kiss. I got bold and I asked her if I could feel her breast, she said I could, so I put my hands on her breast and started kneading them through her dress, I thought I would get to fuck her but she was not responding the way I was expecting, she had somehow got back the control over herself.

I told her that I was very excited for which she said she could understand but she could not do anything I was like her son. I told her that I had a hard on for which was hurting me very badly but she said she really could not do anything. I tried sivas escort to persuade her and after some time she asked me to follow her back to the living room, she sat on the sofa and asked me sit next to her. She said that she was sorry that she started all this but there was no way we could go further on this as this would be wrong. I was not willing to listen to anything as I was hard like rock and my 7 inch cock needed a release, I told her that my cock was paining and she said replied by saying that the only way to take care of it was intercourse and she could not do that with me. I tried convincing her but she did not budge finally she went back to the bedroom and I followed her. I started feeling her breast through her dress again but she said I could do what do what I liked but she would not give her self to me.

I caressed her nipples through her dress, which had become quite hard by now but she was not responding. Even when I kissed her lips she did not part them. I then put my hand on her thighs and started caressing them, she kept on saying that I could do what I liked but she will not respond to me, I felt her cunt hair through the material of the dress, she was lying on my side so it was becoming difficult to have access to her cunt, the dress material was making it more difficult, I kept on trying by moving my fingers further and further, finally I felt the wet spot, it was her vagina, I was now feeling her cunt through her dress, she did not have any panties, now her resistance was becoming less, she turned a little to her side and this game my finger more access to her cunt, she was not saying anything now but her breathing was becoming faster & faster. Her hips were moving now in rhythm with my finger, she gave all fake resistance now opening the strings of her dress & lowered her salwar, she asked me to come on top of her, I could not believe my ears, she pleaded asking me to enter her wet cunt, I removed my pajamas & underwear and came over her, Vikram was soundly sleeping the medicines had their effects. I came on top of her and she guided my virgin cock inside her wet cunt, I entered her slowly and I put my entire 7 inched cock all the way inside, she gave out a cry, she held me very close to her and wrapped her legs around me. I was in heaven & so was she, she felt my cock for about a minute and asked me to fuck her, she kept on saying fuck me Rahul, fuck me, fuck me as fast as you can, fuck me hard, fuck me more… I was too excited so within 20 fast strokes I came inside her, she wanted more but she could understand my condition. I fell on top of her for some time and then lay next to her. A thought came to my mind that I was no longer a virgin. She put on her salwar & I put on my underwear & pajama.

She placed her hand inside my under clothes and was stroking my cock within 10 minutes my cock came to life, she was very happy to see my cock hard once again, she asked me to follow her to the living room. She asked me to wait and went to the washroom, when she returned she lay on the sofa and asked me to come on top of her, I wanted to remove her salwar but she placed my hand above her cunt, she had torn her salwar over the cunt area & she asked me to remove my cock outside my pants without removing them completely, I did as directed, tekirdağ escort she was totally wet & this time I rammed my cock inside her cunt in one stroke, she gasped & cried with pleasure, I started giving her fast strokes, she asked me to go all the way in and then all the way out, once I got into a rhythm I started doing it faster and faster. This time I lasted longer and within 5 minutes she started moving her hips in rhythm to mine, she started doing the same faster & faster, she was crying yes.. yes.. I am coming … fuck me faster.. Faster..yes yes…yes..she kept a hand over her mouth to keep from shouting she was panting very hard and with one strong cry of ahhhhhhh………………….she came, she came hard she came for almost 30 seconds she was shaking with pleasure. We departed immediately, I went to Ranjit’s room & she went to Vikarms room.

I tried to sleep but I could not as I was till very hard, I went back to her room, she was lying on her back sleeping peacefully. Without waking her up I removed my pajamas & underwear & with my hard cock placed my cock at the wet entrance. I got access to it immediately & in one stroke rammed my complete cock, she was totally taken by shock and gave out a small cry.. had Vikram not been on medicines he would have definitely woke but luckily for us he did not move. So I started ramming my cock faster and faster, anjali was enjoying every bit of this fast fucking & within 5 minutes. I came inside her.

One we started fucking there was no stopping, we would be sitting on the same dining table having dinner with Ranjit & Vikram & I would put my toe on her cunt, I would caress her cunt while having food and no one would know about it. I fucked her almost every night, very often it would happen with either of her son sleeping next to her but lucky for us we never got caught. We never got to have long hours of sex, it always used to be quickies anywhere any time.

One day I reached their place at 8.00pm in the evening, Anjali was wearing a blue sari which was sticking to her body, looking at her I got a hard on, Vikram had gone out with his friends, anjali asked me to look at some of the exam papers of her school students while she said she would prepare dinner for us, she asked me what I would like to have I asked her to make chicken curry, she asked Ranjit to get some fresh chicken, the place was about 200 meters away from her place and Ranjit would not take more then 7-8 minutes to return. As soon as he was gone I pulled Anjali to me self & kissed her full on the lips, she started kissing me back, I put my hand on her breast and started caressing them though her blouse. Took her the bedroom & lifted her sari, she was already wet I was already hard as a rock, I rammed my cock inside her and started fucking her, she was so excited about this that she came within 3 to 4 minutes, soon after I loaded my cum inside her. She left for the washroom & I got back to checking those papers & immediately ranjit returned unaware of what happened in the short time.

We have gone together in crowded trains the three of us or all four of us, the trains are so crowded that I would put my hand on her cunt though her dress and no one would realize this, This way she would become very wet & with every small opportunity I would get my cock in her cunt.

I kept on fucking Anjali for almost a year, each time would be more fun & excitement then the other, I will come back with the second part with more exciting instances of fucking Anjali with her Ranjit & Vikram not very far away from us.

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Chapter 1: The Beginning

Brandi stood in front of me, defiant with her arms crossed. She wore her skin tight ripped jeans and a t-shirt that was extra small and clung to her perky breasts.

“What you need, young lady, is a good spanking. Out half the night, and we couldn’t get a hold of you! What the heck?”

She looked at me with that angry stare.

“What were you thinking, Brandi?”

Silence.

“Brandi. Talk to me!” I yelled.

“What do you want me to say? I was at Stephanie’s. We stayed up. My phone died. I forgot. What do you want me to say?”

“I want you to be a little more responsible and call us.”

“Okay. Can I go now?”

“No you can’t. There needs to be a consequence for this.”

“Sam. NOTHING HAPPENED. OKAY? SO, CAN I PLEASE GO NOW?”

“No, Brandi, you can’t. “

“What do you want me to do? I said I was sorry.”

“Brandi. Sorry isn’t a consequence. I think I’m gonna take your phone.”

“NO!”

“You didn’t use it to call us like you’re supposed to, and it’s the one thing you don’t want to lose. So, yeah. Gimme your phone.”

“Sam, no. I’m not giving you my phone!”

“Brandi. Give me the phone, please. Don’t make me get upset.”

“You are not my Dad. I’m NOT giving you my phone!”

It wasn’t too long ago that we used to call Brandi, frumpy Brandi because she wore baggy jeans or sweatpants, baggy sweatshirts or sweaters, and no one knew whether she was fat or thin or wide or narrow.

That all changed when her lithe, young teenage body began to blossom. As the little buds on her chest turned to full, round globes, and her legs took on shapeliness in the hips and the calves, and as her bottom turned into a round, heart-shaped ass, Brandi began to wear the types of clothes that instead of covering up the body, actually accentuate and draw the eyes toward the body, toward those parts that men desire most.

As the body changed, Brandi discovered the power of makeup, and mascara, and lipstick, and sparkly body lotion, and perfume. She discovered ribbons for her wavy blonde hair and necklaces, and colorful bracelets. She discovered leggings and tight jeans, and sivas escort she discovered extra small tops that hugged her breasts and exposed her taut belly and her belly button ring.

For many teenage girls, these discoveries of makeup and clothes and accessories happen well in advance of bodily changes, but for Brandi, the transformation from frumpy girl to nubile young woman happened in tandem and took about six months, or so it seemed. As the body changed, so did the outerwear.

As the man who married her mother two and a half years, I suppose I’m her stepfather, but I had no part in raising her until I moved in when Brandi was 15. But in these last two years or so, I have seen this remarkable change in Brandi from young girl to young woman. And I could see that she changed not only the outerwear, but the underwear as well—from boxers to panties, from sports bras to push ups.

Now, I say that Brandi transformed into a nubile young woman—that’s true for her body—it has become a sexually attractive object of desire, no doubt. But Brandi’s maturity level was still that of a teenage girl still wrestling with the transition from girlhood to adulthood.

“Brandi. If you want to prolong this, I’ll keep the phone for a week, rather than the three days I was planning on.”

“Three days? NO. Where’s Mom? I want to talk to her.”

“Your Mom left today for a three-day conference. Like it or not, I’m in charge.”

“I am not giving you my phone for three days. Not even one day.”

I was silent, returning her angry stare.

“Okay, Brandi. What do you propose as an appropriate consequence to coming home at 3AM without calling or texting when your curfew was 12?”

“I’m 18, you know! I’m an ADULT! I can do what I want!”

“You are 18, that’s true. But as long as you live here, you are under our supervision. That means you follow our rules. You are under our care. We have to know you are okay. And staying out until 3AM without telling us anything is NOT OKAY. So, I’ll ask you again, what is an appropriate consequence?”

Brandi didn’t say anything. She looked down. Arms still crossed. After a very long pause, finally, she whispered https://sivashabersitesi.com toward the floor. “I don’t know. What about what you said?” She bit her lower lip and looked at me.

“What I said? Huh? Taking the phone?”

“No. The other thing.”

“What other thing?” I said incredulous.

She looked up at me and stared. “The spanking.”

I looked at her. “Seriously, Brandi?”

She stared at me.

I thought for a minute, not believing the predicament I found myself in. I couldn’t spank this girl. And I kind of think she knew that. And since the blossoming transformation, she might even be aware of the recent times that she’s walked by me at night on the way to the bathroom or bouncing down the stairs in the morning, wearing little more than a t-shirt and a pair of Victoria Secret’s PINK panties. Maybe she knows the times that I stared longingly at that lovely round ass wrapped in those tight white or yellow or baby blue panties. Or the time I saw her leave the bathroom just a few days ago with nothing but a long night shirt on, her heart-shaped ass switching back and forth as her ass cheeks peaked out from underneath. I often thought that since her transformation she just might be a deliberate little cock tease, but somehow I thought of her as too innocent to realize what she was doing. Even though her body had changed, her mind hadn’t caught up with that fact yet. She was caught in the middle and trying to decide how to act, how to behave, how to be, really, now that she has the body that the genes of her mother gave her. Her mom, to put it mildly, is a looker, and part of the reason why I married her two-and-a-half years ago. In fact, when I first met Brandi’s mother three and a half years ago, I thought I had met an angel—she was, and still is, stunning! I couldn’t believe she wanted me.

“Well?” She asked and walked toward me. I was sitting on the sofa with my arms leaning on my knees.

She stood over top of me looking down.

I looked up and finally said, “Okay, Brandi. Okay.” I breathed deeply. “If this is what you want as a consequence, you got it. But I promise you, this is going to hurt.”

“Fine,” she shot back with that defiant teenage attitude.

“Undo your jeans and pull them down and bend over my lap.” I said firmly.

She did as ordered, slowly unbuttoning her jeans and wiggling them down over her ass and down her slender legs. She kneeled and laid herself across my lap revealing a pair of the cutest pink polka dot panties I think I have ever seen.

In the eastern philosophies, craving is the cause of all suffering. Staring down at her across my lap with the sweet smell of her teenage perfume, her perfectly rounded ass, her long blonde curls of hair down her back, and the honey-brown hue of her skin, it wasn’t suffering that entered my mind.

It was torment.

Was I punishing her or was she punishing me?

I needed to stay focused.

Her knees were on the floor, and she leaned her arms on the sofa as I leaned back.

“Brace yourself, Brandi.”

I raised my right hand and before I could think twice, I came down on her right ass cheek, smacking it with such force I surprised myself. I felt her wince and buck forward in my lap. I raised my hand again and came down on her left ass cheek. She bucked again, and this time I heard a whispering whimper.

I came down again and again and again and again alternating between her cheeks four, five, maybe six more times. The last time, I rested my palm on her ass not wanting to pull it away. All I wanted to do was caress it and move my hands underneath her panties and finger that sweet, tight, forbidden entrance of wet skin and lips. In fact, this thought presented another problem—the growing erection in my pants which I now feared she could feel underneath her.

I pulled my hand away, longingly staring at the round mounds just two feet away from my hungry eyes.

And then I realized she was crying.

I stopped. “Okay, Brandi. I think that’s enough of a consequence.”

She stood up and pulled up her jeans and looked at me, tears and mascara streaming down her face.

“Brandi. I, I, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s what I wanted. It’s over.” She wiped her eyes.

I stood up and wrapped my arms around her and nuzzled her hair. “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have done that.”

She cried in my arms as I stroked her hair. “I’m sorry too.” She finally said.

“There’s some aloe in the bathroom. Why don’t I get it for you.”

“Okay.” She said sniffling.

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My best friend’s name was Gary. We met in 5th grade and hung out until we both went off to college. He went to Austin and I went to Dallas.

I had a steady girlfriend then, so I was getting laid regularly When I went off to college and left my hometown, the only sex I got was when I drove home on weekends, holidays or summer. Gary never seemed to have a girlfriend, but I know he liked pussy as much as I did.

I was 18 years old then, 5′ 9″s tall, had long brown hair. I had no facial hair, was pretty slim and about 150 lbs. I’m 26 years old now and still look about the same, maybe 10 lbs. heavier. I was ok looking, physically kinda small and thin, but in pretty good shape without any muscular definition. A smooth, nice, lean, fair complected body. I did have a pretty big dick, 8 inches long, cut and pretty thick. My girlfriend loved it. We had experimented with sex a lot and when I went off to college and left her behind, I was always horny and missing her. I guess because of my height and weight I didn’t do too good with the college girls.

Before college, I used to stay at Gary’s house a lot, sometimes overnight because he lived one block from my girlfriend . It was mostly an excuse to my parents so I could stay out overnight and spend more time with her. My parents would make me come home on a school night at 9:00PM but her parents were nice and liked me, so we could stay at her house til around midnight before they told me I had to go home.

Sleeping over at Gary’s house was convenient. His dad was really cool and rarely home. He didn’t mind as long as I was in the house before midnight. I even got my own key. His dad was a recent widower, about 45 or 50 years old, and kind of a private guy. He seemed really lonely but never bothered us and we had run of the house. It was a perfect set-up for me to stay out til midnight on a school night and get some ass from my girlfriend. After being with her, I would then spend the night with my best friend and go to school in the morning.

I had left Dallas early Friday morning. One of my classes was cancelled and I skipped the other. I was anxious to see my girlfriend and have some much needed sex with her.

I got home around 1:00PM and knowing she wouldn’t be out of school til around 4:00PM. I had a few hours to kill. I had left some clothes at Gary’s house, that I had been meaning to pick up for months and decided I would go over and get them now since his Dad was probably still at work. Gary was still in Austin at school. Since I had my own key, I figured this would be quick and easy.

I arrived and entered the empty house going upstairs to Gary’s bedroom to get my clothes. While doing so I passed his father’s bedroom and the door was open. I had never been in his fathers bedroom before, so I just stepped in to take a peek.

On his desk, by his computer, were some magazines of men dressed as women. On the cover of one was a man made up beautifully as a woman. Make-up, dress, wig , hose, the works. I would have fucked this guy he was so feminine.

Nobody was home so I thought I would take a look for a second. I opened the magazine and all the pictures were of men dressed as women with their penis’s exposed. Some had full erections and the more I looked, the more I got excited. Within a few minutes I had a full hard-on under my pants.

I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my cock, fully planning on just touching it for a couple of seconds. My cock was rock hard and I guess the time got a way from me cause when I looked up his Dad was standing in the doorway watching me jack-off in his bedroom.

He screamed at me, “What the fuck are you doing?”

I started to zip up real quick but he told me, “Don’t you move a fucking inch young man.”

He pressed something on his keyboard and grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet. This was easy for him because manisa escort he was well over six foot tall and a very powerful man.

He then asked me, “Do you like what you see son?”

I didn’t answer, I was too scared to speak. Twisting my wrists, he leveraged me to a lower standing position, bent over almost kneeling. In that position he applied more pressure until I finally sank to my knees in front of him still looking at his face.

“Well son, I thought you had a pretty little girlfriend to take care of that for you.”, he said.

I didn’t answer, I just stayed on my knees in front of him. He let go of my wrists and put one of his hands flat on top of my head, keeping me from standing. With his other hand he undid his belt, unbuttoned his slacks and lowered his pants to his ankles. I was on my knees waist level to him when he tilted my face towards his cock still encased in his underwear.

I still had not seen his cock yet but I could tell it was huge and getting bigger by the second.

“So, you like to look at men’s cocks huh?, Well take a look at mine.”, he said.

He pulled his underwear down to around his thighs and out sprang the biggest cock I had ever seen. It had to be 10 inches long and as thick as my wrist and it still wasn’t completely hard yet. The head was circumcised and the veins were becoming more pronounced as more blood rushed to it. It was hard enough so that it had risen off his balls but was still growing in it’s attempt to stand straight away from his body on it’s own.

As I stared at it, not speaking, I could see it growing harder and bigger with each pulse of blood into it. I looked up at him and he was staring down at me, full of lust and pride. He just smiled and stood there. His cock just kept twitching and growing, extending straighter and thicker. It seemed like longer, but in the next 30 seconds his cock was fully engorged and extended straight out from his waist. I’m sure it was a foot long, because my girlfriend had measured mine before and his cock seemed way bigger than mine.

He grabbed my long hair roughly and holding me in place, stepped forward a couple of inches til his fully erect and humongous cock was just an inch from my lips.

“Go ahead son, show me how much you like cocks. There is nobody here but you and me.”, he said.

I was so scared, knowing I was in trouble for getting caught in his house, in his room looking through his personal belongings that I just opened my lips and let that monster in my mouth. I had to open my mouth much wider than I thought I would have to and at that moment I respected my girlfriend even more for the blow jobs she had given me on my just average sized cock.

He held onto both of my ears and started pushing about 4 inches in and out of my mouth. This was about as much as I was comfortable with and he seemed happy with that. I kinda relaxed thinking that would satisfy him, because I know I would always try to force more into my girlfriends mouth than she could handle, often choking and gagging her. If this was all he wanted, well I could handle 4 inches. After a minute or two, I could feel him start to thrust a little deeper, touching the very beginning of my throat.

I’m sure he could feel his cock head hitting the resistance of the start of my throat. Every stroke in almost pushed a gag reflex but it was still controllable. I knew in my heart that he would want it deeper, any man would.

I tried to relax and told myself all the things I would tell my girlfriend, “Relax, open up, take it in your throat, come on, go deeper.”

I felt his cock head pry into my throat and while it was a tight fit, I could handle it. He had about 6 or 7 inches in my mouth and quite a bit was now in my throat, with a good 6 inches to go. He started thrusting deeper now, more urgently, faster, harder and even kushinagar.net more cock was in my throat. At this point he was basically fucking my mouth. I was surprised, but I could control the gag reflex and let him plow even deeper. Now I could only see about 3 inches left and was determined to take this big sausage all the way. I was really turned on by this, my cock was rock hard and jutting straight out.

I started to stroke my cock and when he saw this he slapped the side of my face with his open hand really hard.

“Pay attention to what you are doing, not everybody gets to enjoy a like this whopper son.”, he moaned.

Tears came to my eyes immediately and he said, “Leave that alone, after you swallow my first load I’m gonna fuck that tight pussy of yours and then you can rub your little clit all you want.”

He then told me, “When I finish with you today, you will never think about pussy again, your throat, your ass and your body will belong to me forever. I intend to turn you out into the little faggot you were born to be.”

I redoubled my efforts despite the stinging of my cheek and tried to swallow the last remaining 3 inches.

He got into a routine, holding my ears roughly, he would saw 9 inches in and out of my mouth. Each thrust seemed to open another little piece of my throat deeper. Pulling out til just his the plum tip was still in my mouth. He would then push back until a good 4 or 5 inches went in my throat. His nuts had drawn up into a tight sack, making his cock look even longer. As he pushed in I had completely mastered the gagging reflex. I just refused to gag, I wouldn’t let it happen.

Now I realized that I really needed to please this man. I really wanted to please him. I felt a real sense of pride that I could take 9 inches of this cock without choking when my girlfriend couldn’t even handle my measly 8 inches all the way. I could tell he was very happy and I swelled with pride knowing that my best friend’s Dad, with the big cock, found me desirable enough to share his most precious possession in life with me.

My goal now was to finish off the last 3 inches and make this brute of a cock spit it’s seed. As he seemed content to just fuck a little of my throat with the 9 inches, I had to have it to the root. I had to prove I was competent to do the job perfect so he would maybe want me again.

While he held onto my ears, I started going deeper on my own. I redoubled my efforts and I think I kind of surprised him as he didn’t want to overwhelm me yet, but I wanted it all. I jammed my throat all the way down his root, all the way to his pelvis. I kept going all the way down his bone, taking all of it in my throat. I started to gag and slobber all over his cock now. As I choked it down I felt parts of my throat now being stretched out that he had not previously reached.

Sensing I wanted more, he just took over. Holding onto my ears roughly like they were handles, he jammed all 12 inches of that hard fat thick cock all the way down to the root.

My nose was running and totally stopped up now. I could hardly breathe. I struggled to gasp breathes between strokes.

My eyes were fully watered, initiated from the slap to my face but now caused mostly from my gagging. The tears that came to my eyes rolled down my cheeks in a flood.

My face started turning red, trying to gasp breaths between the thrusts filling my throat. I started sweating hard, straining to please this man. As he gagged me on his steel hard cock I felt contractions in my ass, in my sphincter ring, convulsions like I was going to expel myself.

He yelled now, “Come on son, you worked hard for it, get that juice, make me spurt, eat that man load I got for your sissy mouth. I know what makes you little faggots happy. Come on sissy boy, get ready to swallow. Daddy’s got a big healthy load for you so be sure to swallow it all, it’s good for you. Come get your medicine son.”

With that last deep thrust, all the way down to his root, he stopped and stood still for a second. He gripped the back of my head so I couldn’t move, just impaling my throat on his cock.

I felt the first blast. I couldn’t taste it at all, but I sure felt it. It immediately went down my gullet. His cock twitched and started spraying over and over. I felt his liquid seed shoot deep in my throat. He just moaned and held my head tightly. Rocking back and forth but never taking more than an inch out of my throat and keeping as deep as he could.

I didn’t have a choice to swallow or not. It was more like he just deposited his load deep in a hole. While he sprayed he just rocked back and forth jamming his sperm down like he was unclogging a drain with a stick. All that load was just being forced into my stomach.

Then his pace changed. Instead of the short jabs that were so deep, he just kept at about 8 inches in my mouth and power fucked my throat with the remaining 3 or 4 inches. While always plowing to the root I could taste his seed now. Never pulling out to the tip like before but just banging his pelvis back and forth onto my chin.

Holding firmly onto the back of my head, ramming in and out, he smashed his pelvis onto my open mouth and lips, still spraying his load into mouth.

After about 3 more squirts he pulled back enough so that only 5 inches were in my mouth and he grabbed the base of his cock with his hand and started jerking it, masturbating the last sprays and dribbles into my mouth so I could taste it. Finally I could breathe again.

“Good boy, good boy, savor the flavor.”, he grunted, “I want you to learn to appreciate that taste. From now on you are going to get a regular dose of it.”

While pumping the last bit of juice from his cock, he growled, “Eat every fucking drop of that white gold you cock sucking slut. You had better learn to thank me for it later too. I have never seen such a hungry little bitch that could handle this cock the way you just did.”

His spraying and dribbling eventually stopped but I never missed a single drop. His hand jerking slowed down to a milking, like you would milk a cow. He continued to milk his cock in my mouth for a few minutes until it was empty.

Then pulled my head off his cock and told me to “Suck those nut real soft.”

My mouth felt empty and for some reason I went back to his cock and tried to put it in my mouth. He slapped me again, hard on the same cheek, it really hurt.

“Fucking cock sucking faggot, are you addicted to Daddy’s big dick already? My cock is sensitive right now, so lick my nuts your stupid faggot.” , he growled at me.

Maybe his cock was sensitive but it sure didn’t get soft. As I knelt under his cock and slurped on his big hairy nuts that still rock hard cock swayed and bounced against my cheeks and forehead. I saw a big dollop of semen on the very tip of his cock but didn’t dare go for it. Instead I felt it smear on my forehead as I payed homage to and lovingly adored those balls.

Still as hard as ever and throbbing while I suckled those balls he pulled away from me and pushed me til I toppled over on my side on the floor. While I was laying on the floor, he reached over to his computer and turned off the camera.

“The camera! Please God no, tell me he didn’t!”, I thought.

The next words out of his mouth were, “We got that filmed on the computer sissy boy. You are gonna do anything I want now, for as long as I want and anytime I want, or your family, your girlfriend, my son and all your friends are gonna know how much you like to suck cock. You are gonna take care of my cock whenever I want . Got it! Thank’s to you, my lonely days are over. Now, do we have a problem?”

I started to get tears in my eyes again, but that big swinging cock just hung there and he said “Hurry up and get undressed, we are gonna try something else.” To be continued……………………………

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Don’t Call Me Daddy

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This story is a 2018 Summer Lovin’ Contest entry. If you like it, please vote until September 12th, 2018. Thanks and enjoy!

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The young woman with honey blonde hair, an upturned nose and sly blue eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses was tanning pool side at her mother’s home. A small pool of perspiration had collected in the hollows of Lizzy’s collarbone. It finally dribbled down between her breasts when she shifted her shapely legs to get comfortable on the sun lounger. She willed her finger across her skin to wipe away the tickling sweat as it trickled between her breasts popping from the triangles of her yellow string bikini. She gave a contented sigh, happy to be home in the States.

After living a year in the hustle of London, the spacious suburb whose quiet was broken by the distance whir of a leaf blower was a lovely change of pace. Lizzy loved London where she studied international banking with the prestigious brokerage firm of Deutsche and Nobles, but it was good to be back home if only for the summer. The dating situation in London was atrocious. Though she attracted men her age, they had nothing going on. It was the ones that were fifty years and older that treated her in which she was accustomed; being spoiled and pampered. Bankers, restauranteurs, even a Lord of Parliament she’d met at a company event. The Lord turned out to be useful. He came around every week day morning in his car to pick her up from her cramped flat that she shared with two other girls and took her to work. On the ride to work, she allowed him to palm her breasts and finger diddle her snatch. It beat being trapped in the morning crush in public transit. She found it a worthy exchange.

Lizzy sipped some ice tea before checking her phone on this lazy Friday afternoon. Her mother had nagged her to get a summer job. She half-assed tried, going to the neighborhood coffee shop and sandwich shop, but no one wanted to hire her for a three month term. When she turned eighteen, her father no longer paid child support. This put a dent in her wallet and with her mother trying to teach her a lesson in being financially responsible and giving her money for only bare necessities, Lizzy was all but broke. Until her student loan and grants come in, she was pretty much housebound until the fall semester starts and she moves into a campus dorm hundreds of miles away. She fantasized about dropping out of university and going back to London to be a professional party girl; the kind that were paid well to attend bankers’ parties and be the play toys to wealthy and powerful men. They make as much money as some bankers. The creak of the opening gate caused her head to roll to the left. A good looking guy in a t-shirt and board shorts who looked to be in his early twenties entered the back yard. Loaded down with pool cleaning equipment, he meandered to the pool before spotting her.

“Hey,” he called out.

“Hey,” she answered.

He set down the equipment and knelt to check the water’s chemicals. His wavy brown hair fell over his face.

“Where’s Pete?” Lizzy asked, referring to the nice older man who has cleaned their pool for the past ten years.

“Uncle Pete retired. He sold me his business. I’m Jay.”

She turned her face to the sky without a reply. Jay was accustomed to pool side princesses who flaunt their bodies and never follow through. Rebuffed by this snotty chick with a bitchin’ body, Jay set about his job and extended the leaf skimming net.

On more than one occasion, Lizzy caught him looking her way. She gazed at him surreptitiously from behind her sunglasses. She found his ass enticing. His taut muscles of his sturdy bowed legs and hard arms flexed as he skimmed leaves and bugs from the pool. Every once in a while, when he turned to face her, her eyes gravitated to his crotch. She wondered what his dick looked like. It had been so long since she’d had a young guy having slept with old guys for a year. She wanted to see his dick. She wanted his dick in her mouth.

“Hey,” she shouted over the pool. He looked over at her.

“Come here.”

He set down the long handled net to saunter her way with a deliberate swagger. She sat up as he approached. She felt as though she had something to prove to him; that she wasn’t just some dumb cock tease. She was a sexual tiger.

With his crotch mere inches from her face, she reached out to unzip his shorts. He said nothing. He didn’t stop her. He looked down upon her as she popped out his semi-hard cock.

She purred, “My, you’re packing.”

“Uh-huh,” he dumbly replied as she tugged at his hardening flesh.

Her hand wrapped around his dick and she gave him a little hand job before pulling his dick close to her glossy lips. His musky masculine scent was intoxicating. His dick twitch as her breath steamed over his cock’s head. She slowly took his shaft into her mouth before bobbing her head back and forth over it. Her tightly closed lips and wriggling velvety tongue brought it to absolute hardness. As the slurping became louder, Jay lifted up his aydın escort shirt, looking down upon the blonde headed girl suck him off. His eyes rolled up to the sky and his thighs trembled as she hit the sweet spots of his circumcised head with her rippling tongue. It didn’t take long for his balls to tighten, threatening to spurt his load into her willing mouth. His hands dropped his shirt as he grabbed her head to steady it. He groaned as he began to madly fuck her throat. She let him, holding her mouth open, but keeping her bow lips pursed as his groin hit her chin and his pubes crushed into her lips over and over again. She pretended to gag to get him to cum quicker as he rammed his dick down her throat. He gripped her silky hair before plunging his dick down her throat and held it there as he trembled all over.

“Fuuuck,” he loudly exclaimed as he came.

Lizzy gagged for real, choking on wads of jizz sliding down her throat like raw oysters. When the loads lessened and his cock quit jerking, he let go of her head to stagger back a bit as he massaged his waning boner. Lizzy said nothing. She simply got up from the lounger and walked away. She opened the sliding glass door leading into the kitchen. She was surprised to see her stepfather, Steve standing there as she thought he was still at the grocery store. Steve was a good-looking, well-built man who was probably a jock in his younger days. Short black hair, the speckle of grey in his closely trimmed beard was the only indication that he was in his late forties. He was three years younger than her mom but he was still hot. He was a confident, easy going guy who enjoys being wrapped around her mom’s diamond decked finger. Dressed in khaki shorts and a t-shirt, he stood there drinking beer from a freshly opened bottle.

“Hey Steve,” she said as she opened the fridge door to retrieve a chilled bottle of water.

“Lizzy.”

She grabbed her water and twisted the top off. Before she could drink, Steve stepped up to her. His hand slowly inched to her face.

“You got a little something right here,” he said, wiping away a smear of cum and raspberry lip gloss from her chin.

Her hand flew up to rub away the mess. With her eyes locked onto to his, she replied,

“That happens sometimes when you’re sucking cock.”

He grinned. “Yeah. I saw.”

Her eyes widened in shock before settling back into a smirking gaze.

“Watched the whole thing,” he said.

Her eyes darted to his pants to see his hard-on still bulge in his khakis.

She asked, “You like what you saw?”

“I loved it.”

“You want me, don’t you?”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

“What about my mom?”

“She would mind very much.”

She gave him a devilish smile before guzzling her water. Steve went about his business of unpacking grocery bags.

Lizzy announced, “My friend Cara is coming over the weekend. Her mom is out of town and she’s afraid to stay alone in her house by herself.”

“I guess it’ll be a crowded house. I’m hosting poker night tonight.”

“Keep your skeevy old friends away from us.”

He chuckled. “I’ll try.”

She turned to walk away with a purposeful sway of her hips. He watched her butt cheeks jiggle in that miniscule bikini until she left the kitchen.

Lizzy’s best friend from high school, Cara arrived at the house around 4p.m. The two baked a vegetarian pizza and ordered Thai food, sharing the kitchen with Steve as he readied snacks and drinks for poker night. Cara flirted with her friend’s stepdad which caused Lizzy to roll her eyes. When the Thai food arrived, Lizzy stole a bottle of sparkling pink wine from her mom’s wine fridge in the game room and together, with food and drinks in hand, the two went back in Lizzy’s spacious bedroom suite where they ate their dinner while watching a streaming movie. Though they were having a good time catching up with each other’s lives, the conversation kept coming back to Steve.

Cara said, “All I’m saying is that your stepfather is hot. What does he do?”

“He’s a house dad. My mom actually gives him a list of things to do every week. He used to own a security company in New York but he sold it to move here after they got married. With mom being a pharmaceutical rep, she makes more money than he did. Sometimes, I think he married her for her money.”

“You don’t think he loves her?”

“I think he likes her, maybe love, but he puts up with a lot. She’s sooo shallow and materialistic. She’s like gone all the time on business.”

“Well, your mom is a MILF. Maybe she’s good in bed.”

“Ugh! I don’t want to think about it.” She screwed her face into a fake orgasm to mock her mother. “Fuck me! Fuck me, Steve!”

Cara giggled as she sipped her sparkling wine.

Lizzy said, “I like shocking him. He doesn’t act shocked but I know it gets to him.”

“You’re terrible, Lizzy.”

“I know.”

It was nine o’clock when the movie ended and they’d finished their dinner. Lizzy put on some music and began pulling out nazillibelediyespor.org some of her designer clothes from London which she showed to Cara.

“Here,” said Lizzy as she handed Cara a skimpy spangled silver halter top. “Try this one.”

Cara put on the draping top which plunged to her navel and showed plenty of side boob. Lizzy gazed at her friend with love. When Lizzy chose Cara as a friend in high school, she did so because Cara was good looking and very malleable. Lush brown hair, with a megawatt smile and long legs, boys gravitated to her. As much as she wanted to be mean and use Cara, she couldn’t. She was a sweet girl.

“You look hot in that,” Lizzy said as her friend turned this way and that to admire herself in the mirror. “Why don’t you keep it?”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Happy birthday.”

Cara hugged her generous friend. They became drunker on the wine, dancing like strippers to the music blaring from her stereo speakers. Bursts of raucous laughter drifted up from the party downstairs from time to time.

Lizzy slurred, “We should tease the shit out of those guys.”

Cara smiled. “Yeah, let’s do it.”

The two proceeded to tart themselves up. Cara stripped off her shorts and put on a red bikini bottoms before putting on a pair of high heels. Lizzy put on a gold lamé bikini. She topped it with a sheer mesh hot pink hoodie that stopped at mid-thigh and then applied some bold make-up to her face. She strapped on a pair of high heeled sandals and fluffed her hair before stepping back to admire herself. She could clearly see the metallic bikini triangles glittering beneath the sheer cover-up. Cara stepped forward to flip her hair a couple of times until her cinnamon brown wavy locks bounced over her shoulders. The two looked like video vixens on their way to film a poolside rap video. They slammed down the last of their drinks before leaving the room, talking excitedly on their way to stairs. Their heels clacked down the stairs to the main floor where they sauntered into the game room to the amusement of Steve’s friends. Lizzy looked over Steve’s golfing buddies; seven men from the country club who ranged in age from their forties to late fifties. They in turn checked out the girls. Steve looked over his cards at the scantily clad young women making a beeline to the wine fridge.

“Where are you two going?” he asked. “I think you forgot your skirts.”

“We’re staying in tonight. We’re two broke girls,” replied Lizzy before she bent over to retrieve a sparkling pink wine from the mini wine fridge.

She straightened up to look at the men who were staring at her. It was then that her eyes widened at the amount of chips and money on the table. She said, “You guys are playing for big money.”

A sandy blond haired guy with a moustache replied, “That’s how we roll, honey.” Lizzy pouted and asked in her most innocent, little girl voice, “Why don’t you guys give us some money since you’ve got so much money to blow?”

Cara gave them an exaggerated pout as well and said, “Yeah. Give us some money. You can spare it.”

The white haired potbellied guy leering at them asked, “Why don’t you earn it?”

“Doing what?” Lizzy asked.

“Whatever we say.”

Cara and Lizzy exchanged looks. Steve looked parentally concerned but said nothing.

“Okay,” replied Lizzy. “But no two girls and a cup thing.”

Cara screwed up her face as though she smelled something foul. “Ewww, no, gross. None of that shit.”

Lizzy crossed her arms as she stared at the men asking her to play a high stakes game of truth or dare without the option of truth. Cara was the same amount of cockiness, her arms crossed with a smirk on her face.

Lizzy asked, “So, what do you want us to do?”

One guy said, “Show us your tits.”

“How much you gonna pay?” asked Cara.

“Twenty bucks.”

“Twenty bucks each,” replied Lizzy.

“To see titties?”

“Well, if you want to see ours.”

He pulled two twenty dollars bills off the table and held them up.

The girls’ hands went to grab the bottoms of their tops. They looked at each other before returning their gazes to the men and lifted up their tops to proudly show their perky young breasts. They held up their tops high for several seconds before pulling them down. Lizzy stepped forward and snatched the money from Steve friend’s hand. She handed Cara a twenty dollar bill.

A fit, white haired guy with a beard held up a twenty dollar bill and said, “I’ll give you twenty dollars if you two kiss. And not a peck on the lips. A tongue in mouth, passionate kiss.”

Lizzy replied, “Forty bucks each.”

He picked up three more twenty dollar bills and held them aloft, his grey eyes glittered with lust. Steve had an amused look on his face, believing that she’d chicken out and run from the room. His smug face spurred her on. She took Cara’s hand and led her to a couch. Cara’s eyes remained on Lizzy’s as Lizzy was squarely in command. They settled upon the leather couch where Lizzy leaned forward with closed eyes and kissed Cara’s pouty lips. She’d always wanted to kiss Cara and now was the perfect time. Cara returned her kiss, tentatively at first before parting her lips to allow Lizzy’s tongue to push inside. Lizzy’s hand landed on Cara’s knee to inch up her thigh as Cara’s mouth widened beneath her and their tongues danced against each other. Lizzy’s clit flinched with arousal as their kiss became more passionate and their hands roamed over each other’s bodies. Becoming heated, Lizzy pulled away before it got beyond the point of stopping. Lizzy got up and snatched the money from the gawking man’s hand before returning to the couch where Cara was busy wiping away the smear of lipstick from around her lips. Lizzy handed Cara her share of the money before looking back at the men and asking,

“What do you want us to do next?”

The youngest guy, a Marine looking dude with a blonde crew cut said, “I’ll give you a hundred dollars to eat her box.”

Lizzy rolled her eyes. “That’ll cost you a thousand dollars.”

Cara nodded in agreement.

“That’s too rich for my blood.”

The oldest guy, a rotund grey haired man said, “Hey. I’ll give you one hundred dollars each to put my beer bottle up your snatch.”

Steve said, “Rob, come on now-“

Lizzy countered, “Make it three hundred each.”

He reached for his wallet in his back pocket to take out a wad of money. He peeled of six one hundred dollar bills and held it towards her. Lizzy stood up, walked the short distance to the poker table and grabbed his bottle before returning to the couch.

Rob added, “Make sure it goes good and up there and shove it in at least four times or no money.”

Lizzy settled back onto the couch and spread her legs. Cara’s eyes widened in amazement as she watched her friend pull aside her bikini bottom to expose puffy lips. Lizzy parted her pussy lips with her manicured fingers to expose her pink and guided the bottle’s tip into her small juicy hole. She shoved the bottle neck as far as it would go, easing it in and out as she eyed the men who seemed to have stopped breathing. After the fourth thrust upward, she removed the bottle from her vagina and gave it to Cara. Cara took the bottle before hiking her leg up to steady it by planting her foot upon the couch. She pulled aside her bikini bottom and parted her pussy lips before placing the beer bottle into her bikini waxed snatch. It took a bit of maneuvering but she got it in and slowly pushed it inside her resistant walls four times before taking it out. Then she placed the bottle to her lips and drank the last of the beer. She got up and walked the bottle back to the man to exchange the now empty bottle for the money in his hand. Lizzy beamed in satisfaction at the sight of the open mouth men. For once, Steve looked truly shocked.

A guy shouted out, “I’ll give you a hundred dollars for a lap dance.”

As Cara gave her a share of the money, Lizzy pouted at the men and said, “Sorry guys. We’ve got party money now. Bye.”

The girls got giggled as they scampered from the room.

Cara said, “I bet their balls are so blue.”

“Horny old skeezers. They deserve it.”

Upstairs in Lizzy’s room, the two made arrangements for a ride share to come pick them up. Cara put on shorts while Lizzy pulled on a mini-skirt. They giggled as they primped in front of the mirror and a short time later, with their newly earned money in their purses, they left the house for the night. They giggled about their misdeeds on their ride to the city where they were dropped off in entertainment district. They bar hopped down the boulevard, partying the night away with other drunk revelers until closing the time. They flopped into their ride share for the ride back to Lizzy’s house.

Lizzy and Cara entered their quiet, dimly lit house. The poker party had ended and there wasn’t a person in sight. The two drunk girls plodded up the stairs with heavy feet and entered her room where Cara went into her bathroom to wash her face. She returned naked and flopped face forward onto Lizzy’s bed. Lizzy felt sticky from the humidity and the hot, crowded bars. She stripped off her clothes and took a tepid shower. When she stepped out, she reached for her towel to see that it was dirty from when Cara used it to take off her make-up. She sighed and stepped out into her room to see Cara’s limp body softly snoring on her bed.

Lizzy left her bedroom and padded down the quiet carpeted hall until she reached the linen full of towels. The sound of heavy footsteps coming up the stairs caused her to turn. She thought Steve was in her mother’s bedroom but she watched the lower level lights dim before he mounted the last stair. With a bottle of chilled water in his hand, he turned to see Lizzy standing between him and his bedroom door. She could tell by his pause that he seemed taken aback seeing her standing there naked, but then he approached her with a cool saunter in his step.

Even though he didn’t let it show, he was fascinated by lithe body, creamy skin and coin sized pale pink areolas. She stood there, without shame or trying to cover her body. When he was within an arm’s reach of her, instead of going around her, he stopped. Her eyes never left his.

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Having lit the candles in my bedroom you were just turning down my bed covers when you discovered the diary. Opening the leather bound book you began to read a descriptive narrative of a lusty sexual encounter. Entranced your heart races and your nipples are stirred. So involved in your reading you do not hear me enter the bedroom. Slipping up behind you, you feel my hot breath upon your neck while at the same time my hands start sliding around your waist. Startled you drop the book and spin around, your wide frightened eyes searching my face for a reaction.

Your cheeks flaming with embarrassment of being discovered. Trembling in front of me you lower your eyes to the floor. You have displeased me and know you will be punished. You watch my feet carry me across the room to the bed. You obey quickly as I order you to stand in front of me. Your fingers tremble and fumble trying to unbutton your servant dress at my command. My patience wears thin and with a ripping sound I pull the kayseri escort dress open letting it slide off your shoulders and drop to the floor. You obey my orders to spread your legs and open yourself to me. Thighs trembling as my hand moves to touch you there. Sliding between the shaved lips I find the wetness and begin stroking lightly. Your knees become weak and your eyes close from the pleasure. Abruptly I stop stroking. Your eyes fly open as I pull you down across my knees and land a hard spank. I remind you that you did not have permission to touch my diary and land another sound spank.

Moaning and grinding into my knees you beg for my forgiveness. “My Lord how can I redeem myself?”

Pushing you to your knees on the floor in front of me you understand as you unbuckle my belt freeing my hardness. Leaning forward you kiss the tip, then begin licking soft circles around the ridge. Drawing the circles inward until you have licked the entire head. Slowly kayseridekifirmalar.com taking it in your mouth, tongue swirling, inch by inch until your lips clamp around the base. With your lips around the base of my cock you look deep in my eyes and raise your lips to start again. Taking your hair in my hands I begin to guide you, controlling the speed and depth of the strokes.

Before I cum I take you by your hair and jerk your head up so that I can see your face. You smile much the same as a small child would. One that knows she has displeased her parents and is trying to be extra good to make up for it. I command you to stand in front of me. You do and with my hands on your waist I force you to turn around. I bite your ass and then stand up behind you. With one hand on your waist I lay my free hand on your shoulder and force you to bend over. With one slick movement I slide in you from behind. You gasp just like you always do when I first enter you. I make you bend all the way over and touch the floor.

A few quick hard strokes in a pussy that was not ready for such abuse cause you to yelp. I slide back out of you and slide a small vibrator in you. I sit back down and you know that it is time for you to continue blowing me. The taste of my first few drops of cum and your own pussy juices mix wonderfully in your mouth. The vibrator hums and moves in your pussy as you move me in your mouth. You make little noises to yourself as you swallow me whole. Occasionally you choke on my cock but you know breaking your rhythm would only bring you more punishment. You want to move and grind your thighs together so as to make the vibrator hit all the best spots but you don’t dare because you know I demand your complete attention.

You feel my cock swell even more, the vain along the bottom of it begins top pulse and you know in a few short seconds I will cum. You slow your rhythm because you don’t want to loose a single drop of my hot stickiness. I explode in your mouth and at the same time you orgasm with me. Your head continues bobbing until I am sucked dry and you lick me clean. You are a good girl and once again you have gained my favor.

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Chelsea and Ronnie: 2 Horny Nerds…and a Stepmom

The living arrangement between Ronnie, my step-mom and me had become…interesting.

The first time that he and I fucked, she watched us. And I had spied on the two of them doin’ it on several occasions.

It was like there was this HUGE elephant in the center of the room. I knew that Ronnie was screwing Dee-Dee. She knew that he was gettin’ some from me. And he knew, that we both knew, that we were both tapping that dick. It was just this kind of unwritten rule that none of us would speak about it openly. There was the occasional joke or smart-ass comment here and there, but not outright conversations.

Neither Dee-Dee nor I realized it at first, but Ronnie had devised his own “calendar” for taking care of us. He randomly tended to both of us four times each month, usually between Thursday and Sunday, with the occasional “mid-week surprise”.

This went on for about 7 or 8 months from our first time together, until the night that Dee-Dee changed the entire game…

It was late August and Ronnie and I were looking forward to the upcoming Sci-Fi-Con sponsored by our favorite comic book shop. I was especially keen on the Cosplay party on Saturday night.

I’d attended the previous three years, going in costume the last two. The first time I went as “Tifa Lockhart” from the Final Fantasy game, and last year I was “Cat-Woman” (the Halle Berry version). This time I was going as “Leia”, from Return of the Jedi, with the Jabba prisoner bikini, and my hair in a single long braid.

Ronnie always thought Cosplay was lame, but agreed to go with me this time, I even got him to wear a costume. He chose to go as “Mr. Spock” (who else?), the “Classic Trek” Mirror universe version – with goatee and dagger.

And to both our surprises, the day before the party, Dee-Dee announced that she planned to go with us as well. She went as “Daenerys Targaryen”, or as she called it “Black Khaleesi”, with a silver-blonde, braided wig, and a black silk and leather ‘warrior dragon mother’ gown and cape. She topped it off with a black, stuffed-toy dragon and a small riding crop.

We walked in with serious attitude, getting everyone’s attention and placing all on notice that we weren’t playin’…! There were over 200 in attendance at the hotel ballroom. Everyone had a great time. The music and drinks were top-notch, and we got our “Party On”. The festivities ended at midnight, and we returned home just after 12:30.

We were still in a party mood…especially my stepmom.

“Your Khaleesi is thirsty,” Dee-Dee announced as we entered the den. She placed her dragon and riding crop on a side table and sat in the leather lounge chair (her throne). “Attend to your Khaleesi.”

Ronnie and I glanced at each, shrugged and smiled.

“Ok, I’ll play along.” I thought to myself.

Ronnie smirked, went to the bar, and prepared and poured Dee-Dee’s favorite: Scotch and soda, neat.

“Your beverage, Khaleesi.” He said in his best Spock-voice. He waited for her to take a sip.

“Your Khaleesi is pleased.” She assured him.

Still in character, Ronnie took a stance at her side with his hands clasped behind him. She turned her attention to me.

“Your Khaleesi wishes to freshen up.” She wiped her forehead with the back of her erzurum escort hand.

“Yes, Khaleesi.” I bowed and back away a few steps. I went to the washroom and returned with a warm, damp cloth. Rather than hand it to her, I gently tapped at her temples and the back of her neck.

“Does this please my Khaleesi?” I asked.

Dee-Dee took another sip of her drink and nodded.

“Is there anything else I can do to please my, Khaleesi?” I asked when I was done. I glanced at Ronnie and we exchanged a quick smile.

She paused, sipped again and slowly crossed her legs. The deep slit in her gown fell open exposing an ample amount of thigh.

“Your Khaleesi’s feet are quite tired.” She announced.

I looked at Ronnie again. He gave me the Spock-brow and nodded.

“As you wish, Khaleesi.” I bowed and back away again. I really liked the idea of where this was possibly going.

I went to the washroom again. This time I returned with a fresh, warm, damp cloth, a large bath towel and a small bottle of baby-oil.

I knelt in front of my stepmom and slowly undid the sandal-straps that snaked around her calves and ankles. I wiped her feet with the damp cloth, dried them with the towel, and then gently massaged oil into her feet, toes, ankles and calves.

My stepmother has very sexy feet; she treats herself to monthly pedicures. Dee-Dee sank back into the chair, sipping the last of her Scotch and moaning softly.

I felt myself getting excited.

I glanced again at Ronnie, now struggling to stay in Spock-mode. The bulge in the front of his pants was obvious.

Dee-Dee noticed it too.

“You poor, dear…” she said, lightly tracing the bulge with the back of her hand. “Your Khaleesi can’t let one of her loyal subjects be so uncomfortable…”

She handed me her now empty glass and motioned me away from her feet. She pulled Ronnie to stand in front of her, pressing and rubbing her palm against the man-meat in his left pants leg.

Ronnie closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip, still trying to remain Spock-like. I was kneeling next to them, watching, feeling my nipples and clit begin to tingle.

“My dear…” she said to me, releasing her grip and leaning back again. “It only seems logical that you should help him to release this tension.”

I almost came!

Dee-Dee was actually telling me to “do things” to Ronnie right in front of her.

I crawled over to him, unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles. I planted kisses on the bulge in his boxer-briefs before pulling those down as well. His cock sprang forward literally slapping me in the forehead, as I removed his boots, socks and pants, leaving him naked from the waist down.

Ronnie watched me as I took him in my hands and stroked him a few times, coating his cock in oil. I sucked his balls, and then his shaft, before taking his cock into the back of my throat. I closed my eyes and indulged in deep-throating my best friend.

“Suck that dick…” he whispered (very un-Spock-like). Ronnie placed a firm hand on the back of my head, urging me to take him even deeper.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Dee-Dee was standing and removing the rest of her costume. When she returned to her “throne”, she wore only the wig and a silver chain bodrum escort around her waist.

“Remove your clothes – both of you.” She ordered.

I stopped sucking him and Ronnie helped me to my feet. We quickly (and nervously) undressed each other. Only his brown Spock-ears and goatee, and my long braid and arm-bangle remained when we were done.

“Your Khaleesi needs your special attention…” she announced as she ogled us standing naked and horny in front of her for several more minutes.

Pointing directly at me, Dee-Dee spread her thighs and beckoned me forward. I returned to my knees and crawled to her. She pressed my head between her thighs until my mouth met her wet, shaved pussy. Her cunt is SO FUCKING BEAUTIFUL!

(Just an FYI – this was NOT the first time I’d ever gone down on another woman…Senior Year…Honor Society nerds…me, Chloe Moczulski and Daphne Schultz…shots and “Truth or Dare” at Chloe’s. Another story for another time.)

This was also NOT the first time I’d thought about eating my stepmom’s pussy either. Dee-Dee married my dad when I was 10 (my mom passed when I was a baby, and he passed when I was 13). I’ve kinda had the “hots” for her since I was in high school. I used to “accidently” walk in on her in the shower or when she was getting dressed or undressed. Then I’d go to my room and rub one out thinking about her.

Finally getting to taste her was a dream come true!

I was not disappointed – and I tried my best to not disappoint her. I closed my eyes and got to it. She placed a hand on the back of my head to hold it in place when I found that “special spot”.

“Right there…oh, Chelsea-honey…that’s it…” she moaned.

I glanced up just as she leaned to the side and pulled Ronnie towards her, taking his cock into her mouth. I started fingering myself, I was so turned on and so wet. I knew I was gonna cum soon.

Dee-Dee came before I did – that’s when I discovered that sometimes she squirts. She sprayed an unexpected, sweet burst of her juice into my mouth and all over my face.

“Oh, baby…I’m so sorry…!” she apologized, still stroking Ronnie’s cock. “Mmm…that was so good…you caught me by surprise…”

“I’m OK…” I smiled, dabbing my face with the towel.

“Good thing you switched over to contacts…” Ronnie chimed in. “That might have ruined your glasses…!”

We all laughed.

“My turn…” Dee-Dee announced getting to her feet. She took my hand and led me to the couch, positioning me on my hands and knees. She sat behind me and spread my ass cheeks.

“I’ve always wanted to eat your ass…!” she confessed, as she buried her face between my ample glutes and her nimble tongue went to work on my asshole and cunt.

Hearing her admit this just turned me on even more (it wasn’t JUST me). I instinctively arched my back to give her full access. Ronnie came over and kissed me.

“Careful what you wish for…” he whispered, as he sat in front of me and guided my mouth to his cock again.

Ronnie was the only person I’d ever told about my ‘stepmom fantasies’.

Dee-Dee worked me so good that it wasn’t long before I ‘returned the favor’ – I came on her mouth and face. But unlike her my cum is thick, almost like syrup.

“Wow…!” She was amazed, licking away the eskişehir escort juice that ran down her fingers. “Impressive.”

“Isn’t it, though…?” Ronnie chimed in. I let his cock pop out of my mouth and shot him a look – he shrugged. The smart-ass!

Dee-Dee retrieved her glass and went to the bar to pour herself another drink.

“My room…?” she suggested after taking a long sip. It made sense, she had the largest bed. We followed her upstairs and removed any remaining Cosplay gear (fake ears and beards, bangles, wigs and make-up).

It was just us, in the raw – time to get down to some SERIOUS fucking!

We climbed onto Dee-Dee’s bed, with her between us. She pulled Ronnie on top of her and he gave her a steady, hard stroking. I crawled between their legs, playing with his balls and teasing their asses with my tongue and fingers.

Dee-Dee had another quick, intense one. She can have several in one night.

When it was my turn for some dick, I flipped Ronnie onto his back and straddled him. He likes it when I ride him like this. I grinded and bounced my ass with everything I had, he just lay there, with his hands folded behind his head, smirking.

“Hope I’m not disturbing you…!” I panted, grunted and sweated on top of him. I could feel another orgasm building up.

“Nope. All good.” He continued to smirk.

I had another come-back, but I came again before I could say anything. I just fell onto him, holding tight as spasms overtook me and I oozed all over his cock.

I was done.

“Good one.” He continued smirking as I rolled off of him. I would have punched him if I’d had the energy.

Dee-Dee answered for me. She swung a leg over his head and lowered that perfect ass onto his face. She leaned forward and took a firm grip of his still rigid, Chelsea-cum coated cock.

“Try and smirk through that…!” she dared him, grinding on his face, before putting him into her mouth.

According to Ronnie, Dee-Dee’s blowjobs are “Galaxy Class” (Trekkies get the reference). Secretly, I’ve been a little jealous and competing, although blowjobs aren’t really my thing. I even taught myself to deep-throat.

Now that I was witnessing her technique, I came to realize that I would probably NEVER be as good as or better than my stepmom. Just watching her was making me “hard”…

It took a while, but I noticed that familiar twitch in Ronnie’s right thigh – he was about to cum. Both his and Dee-Dee’s moans grew louder (I think she might have cum again, but she remained focused on getting him off).

“Come get some of this, hon…” she gasped at me, coming up for air.

I moved in and we tag-teamed Ronnie’s dick. I licked and sucked his balls and lower shaft while she teased and slurped the head. He didn’t stand a chance!

“Oh fuck…!” he mumbled from beneath Dee-Dee’s ass. His legs tensed and his toes curled, and soon a steady flow of semen erupted and flowed from the tip of his twitching, pulsing member.

We milked and licked him clean as he grew soft in our hands.

Dee-Dee climbed from his face and we looked down at him in triumph.

Ronnie gave us the Vulcan Salutation in surrender. We all laughed, cleaned up and settled down in Dee-Dee’s bed before eventually drifting off.

It’s been almost a year since that night. Our living arrangement has become even more…interesting. Sometimes a week goes by before I sleep in my own bed. But for now, we’re all happy (and very satisfied).

“Live long and prosper” and “may the force be with you”.

PS – “Winter is coming”.

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