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Chapter 2 Sapphic Sis and Sara (FF, titillation, mast)

Big sis enjoys Jake’s visit, and so does her lover.

Friday Aug 29

Jake felt more than a little dazed as he finally made it through JFK’s customs. He struggled with a large cart piled high with his possessions, second-guessing his decision to travel with the belongings rather than ship them halfway across the world. Oh well, too late to change that now. He came out through the security exit, and thought again about how long it had been — 4 years! – since he had seen his sister Gina. There she was, right in front of the waiting crowd, a big smile on her lovely face as she saw him. She hadn’t changed much — still a knock-out beauty in her slinky low-cut red top and short white skirt.

Gina was 3 years older than him and, since she had just finished high school and was attending college in the US, she had not moved to Europe with his parents and himself ten years ago. That last year had been a strange one, he recalled. Gina had been one of the beauties in her school: her classic California blonde looks together with a Playmate-like body — long legs, wide hips, narrow waist, and firm D-cup tits – made her the subject of many a boy’s jerk-off fantasies. In her senior year, however, she came out of the closet and told her family she was a lesbian. After the initial shock and confusion — she had dated many boys — her parents accepted that as long as she was happy, so were they.

As a freshman at the time of Gina’s revelation, Jake had his own issues — he was somewhat overweight and in poor physical condition, wore thick coke-bottle glasses to correct his poor vision, and was terribly shy. As a consequence, he was essentially a social outcast, with only a couple of friends. He spent a lot of time at home in his room, which got a lot more interesting when he discovered he could peep into Gina’s room from the shared bathroom between their rooms. In that last year, Gina would often bring a girlfriend to her room before his parents got from work, and he would watch them have sex through his peephole, masturbating like crazy. He wasn’t sure, but he thought that Gina might know he was watching, because she often seemed to deliberately position her partner so that the view from the peephole was unimpeded.

As soon as Jake was clear from the exit way, Gina was there to give him a big hug. “Hi, little brother” she said affectionately, “except you aren’t so little any more. You really look fantastic!” She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his muscular arms. “Wow. You’re built like a … like a .. I dunno, but I’m going to have to keep you away from so my gay guy friends, or they’ll be hitting on you like you wouldn’t believe!” she giggled. “You must be exhausted from the trip though — let’s get going, it’s already late.”

Jake explained that he wanted to store most of his baggage here in a locker at the airport, so it took them a while to arrange that. Then they caught a cab back to Manhattan. Gina lived with her partner, Sara, in a one bedroom apartment in Midtown, and like many New Yorkers, did not own a car. The ride was uneventful, and Jake was really feeling the fatigue when they finally walked through the front door a little after midnight.

“Shhhh” whispered Gina, “I’m sure Sara is asleep — she had a tough week at work. There’s an air mattress on the floor of the living room for you to use .”

Jake took a quick shower, pulled on a pair of running shorts to sleep in, and went to bed. The room was rather hot — the temperature outside was still in the eighties and the air conditioning was not highly effective — but Jake was used to the heat and drifted off quickly.

Sat Aug 30

Having gone to bed early the night before, Sara woke up before 7 am the next morning, but was careful not to wake Gina up since she knew Gina had been up very late. Not really thinking though the implications of Gina’s late night trip to the airport, Sara slipped on the flowery pink nightie that matched the thong panties she had worn to bed. After using the bathroom, she walked quietly down the hallway towards the kitchen, eager for her morning coffee. To get to the kitchen, she had to walk through a corner of the living room, and she immediately noticed Jake sprawled on his back across the air mattress occupying the center of the room. So, this is the little brother, she thought at first, but then did a double take. The male body lying nude but for a skimpy pair of running shorts, the sheet pushed aside in the night, was breathtaking: darkly-tanned, tall and perfectly proportioned with precisely sculpted musculature.

It had been quite a long time since Sara had been sexual with a man, and her few relationships with men had been spectacular disasters. There was no doubt, however, that she was still very much bisexual even though she was in a long-term, committed lesbian relationship with Gina. She felt a little guilty staring, however, at the body of Gina’s brother, and was about to turn away. She then noticed the unmistakable shape under his shorts, and her guilt was overruled by a sudden strong surge of lust kocaeli escort and arousal. She softly crept into the living room to get a better view. Now just a few feet away and with a side perspective, Sara could see that Jake had a huge erection that was straining against the thin fabric of the running shorts. She took in a sharp breath and stood there without breathing, staring in wonder at the size of Jake’s hard penis.

Finally, she let her breath out and looked at Jake’s face. Sara saw the family resemblance to Gina then, and realized that she shouldn’t be surprised by Jake’s physical beauty — it clearly ran in the family. His eyes were moving rapidly under his closed lids — she wondered if he was having an erotic dream that led to the erection. What if he suddenly woke up and found her staring at him? In her growing arousal, she wondered if he would look to her to complete what the dream had started. She could now feel her nipples brushing against the fabric of her nightie, so sensitive to the slightest touch. That familiar needy ache low in her belly was strong and demanding, and she could feel the wetness begin to seep out. Omigod, she thought, I am so hot for this guy. Gina gave me no warning that he was so gorgeous. Plus this is one of my horny days! What am I going to do?!

Suddenly, Jake shifted in his sleep, and Sara froze in fear that he would wake up and catch her. In fact, he didn’t, but roused just enough to adjust his hard-on, which was undoubtedly uncomfortable in the too small shorts. Terrified but more aroused than ever, she saw him adjust so that his cockhead now emerged from under the waist band. It was thick and swollen and glistening with pre-cum in the early morning sunlight filtering into the apartment. Completely entranced now, Sara slid a hand down her panties. She wetted her fingers by slipping two between her pussy lips, then she began rubbing and stroking her clit, biting her lip to keep from moaning. Her other hand was at her breasts, pushing and squeezing the sensitive flesh. It was all she could do to keep from dropping down beside Jake to take his beautiful hard cock into her mouth. Her fantasizing continued to escalate for the next couple of minutes, and Sara was rapidly approaching an orgasm. Abruptly, a loud beep-beep-beep came through the window, shocking Sara back to reality. Oh damn, it’s the fucking garbage men, she realized with dismay.

It was a Saturday morning ritual that she should have remembered — every Saturday morning at about 7 am, the trash truck backed into the alley next to their apartment with that beeping sound and then proceeded to make a terrible racket as it emptied the dumpsters. She quickly retreated to the kitchen to wait for the clanging that would almost certainly wake up Jake, and possibly Gina as well. As the noise began exactly as expected, Sara was measuring coffee into the filter, taking quick sidelong glances towards Jake to see if he was rousing. The clatter associated with loading the dumpster onto the lift didn’t fully rouse him, although he turned to his side restlessly. Then the bang! … bang!… bang! of the dumpster being shaken empty above the truck rang out, and he propped himself up on his elbow, fully awake. It took a few moments for him to remember exactly where he was, and then he rose and staggered sleepily towards the bathroom without looking into the kitchen at all.

Five minutes later, he came back and this time saw Sara standing against the bar counter in the kitchen, sipping the freshly brewed coffee. He was still wearing only his running shorts, and he looked just as good standing up as he did lying down. He noticed Sara staring at him with a strange intensity, so he smiled and said “Hi, as you probably guessed, I’m Jake. And you’re Sara, I imagine. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“I’m happy to meet you too,” Sara replied. She noticed that her heart was beating fast: his smile was extremely sexy and his blues eyes were incredible. She was also acutely aware that she was standing in front of him wearing just a short nightie and thong panties, which were quite damp from her earlier activities.

As they stood there in silence, Jake matched up what he saw with what Gina had told him about Sara on the cab ride last night. She was very beautiful: short straight dark brown hair framing a very pretty face with dark brown eyes, a perfect nose, and full lips. She was not as tall as Gina — Jake guessed about 5′ 3″. She was wearing a pink flower pattern nightie that came just below her ass that did nothing to hide her curvy body. It was all he could do to keep from staring at the firm tits filling out the top of her nightie, nipples pointing forward under the fabric, or the tops of her smooth thighs that were revealed by her short nightie.

Sara could feel his eager gaze on her body, sending tingles from her hard nipples to her pussy. Finally, she felt compelled to break the silence, “Would you like some coffee? I just brewed a pot.”

“Yes, thank you. That would be great.” He walked into the small galley kitchen to help himself, then asked “Ummm … where are the cups?”

“They’re over kocaeli escort bayan here — I’ll get one for you” She turned around, opened a cupboard door, and reached up for a cup on the second shelf. This had the effect of pulling her nightie high up on her ass, exposing it to Jake’s eager gaze. At first, he thought she was bare and pantyless, but then noticed the thin thong strap. She glanced back over her shoulder before bringing the cup down, and another thrill coursed through her as she saw he was indeed looking at her exposed ass.

He poured himself a cup and sat on the stool at the end of the counter, and Sara came around and took a stool on the living room side of the counter. They made small talk, but Sara noticed that Jake’s eyes were roving over her body every so often, almost as if he could not control them. In particular, he seemed drawn to the tops of her crossed legs, where she imagined rightly that he could see a bit of her thong. Old memories came back to her: in her straight teenage years, she had often enjoyed teasing the guys — seeing the effect just revealing her body could have on that mystery in his pants — more than the actual clumsy petting that often followed.

She had finished her coffee, and made a point of sliding the empty cup across the counter, uncrossing her legs to lean forward to do so. When she finished, she did not cross her legs again, but put her feet on the rung on the stool so as to raise her knees a bit. Her legs were now open a bit, and she spun a little on her stool so she has facing Jake, knowing that he now had a direct view of her crotch. The game was now on, and she felt her pulse quicken. She looked intently at him and smiled coyly, raising her eyebrow. “So, are you up …” she paused to look glance meaningfully at his shorts, “to see some sights today?” She opened her legs a bit more, daring him to look even though she was watching his every move. “What would you like to see … the most?”

Jake was completely confused. Was Sara intentionally displaying herself to him? It didn’t make sense, why would his sister’s lesbian lover be teasing him? He couldn’t help himself — he glanced down to where her thong hugged her pussy mound. There was a large dark spot right over her pussy that looked for all the world as if it were wetness. He couldn’t tear his eyes away, and was further amazed when Sara opened her legs even more, now obviously spreading them for him to see. Her eyes were glued to his shorts, where his cock had quickly responded and was bulging obviously.

In the silence, they both heard the door of the bedroom open, and a few seconds later, Gina had appeared in the hallway, yawning first then saying “Hey there — good morning.’ I’ll be out in a minute.” and she ducked into the bathroom. Both Jake and Sara fought to compose themselves before her return. Jake was afraid Gina would see his erection, so he quickly went over to his bags and put on a t-shirt long enough to cover his groin. He also took a few deep breaths, using his meditative conditioning to calm himself. Sara was less sure of what to do. First of all, she was having a hard time shaking the arousal. Secondly, she thought Gina might be able to sense her arousal just by looking at her, and if Gina got a good whiff of her, there’d be no doubt. She didn’t know what would happen if Gina figured out that she was hot for her brother, but figured it probably wasn’t going to be good.

Gina came out of the bathroom and walked into the kitchen “Ahhh … the coffee smells great.” She poured herself a cup and stood at the counter. “So, I see you two have met”. She took a couple of sips and then continued, “You know, Jake, I just can’t get over how much you’ve changed since I saw you last. You put on a lot of muscle, and you really look fantastic. Don’t you agree, Sara?”

“Ummmm …. Sure, yeah.” Sara mumbled, her face flushing.

Jake didn’t notice Sara’s reaction, but Gina did and wondered what was going on with her.

“Hey,” Gina continued, “I just realized — you must have put on a shirt while I was in the bathroom, you weren’t wearing one earlier. Come on — off with it, I want to see all of the new and improved Jake.”

She came over and playfully tugged at his shirt. Jake thought he had “calmed down” enough so that he didn’t have to hide anything anymore, and besides, his sister was flattering him and he liked her attention. Still sitting on the stool, he pulled the shirt off.

“Oh come on … stand up and let us see.” Gina encouraged, “and give us, you know, one of those bodybuilder poses where you, like, tense all your muscles.”

Jake smiled and said, “OK — but I feel silly”. He stood and did a classic Charles atlas pose — his hard muscles rippling under his tan skin.

“Wow!” Gina exclaimed, “that’s incredible. I really will have to keep you away from those gays I told you about last night.” She starting laughing, “Hell — I might have to keep you away from my lesbian girlfriends too, or you’ll turn them straight.” She looked at Sara to see if she appreciated the humor but saw that Sara was staring at Jake with her lips parted slightly, izmit escort and her face was even more flushed than before. She also could not help but notice that Sara’s nipples were visibly erect and showing through her nightie.

All of a sudden, it all clicked for Gina — Sara was hot for Jake. It was so obvious now. Gina was fully aware that Sara could be as strongly attracted to men as to women, especially to muscular builds like Jake’s. She was also aware that Sara was in her mid-cycle horny days, as they cycled together and had just talked about it yesterday. For Gina, it was a relatively subtle thing, where she felt a bit more sexual than usual, but for Sara, it was dramatic: she got extremely horny and was up for multiple-orgasm sex almost continuously over a 2 or 3 day period in the middle of her cycle. Surprisingly, Gina did not feel any jealousy, but rather sympathy — poor Sara had probably been overwhelmed by arousal before she knew what hit her this morning, based on the way she was looking at Jake. And she couldn’t deny it, she felt a little excited by the whole idea as well. She wasn’t sure where that was coming from, but there was a definite tingle there.

“OK” she said, abruptly deciding to reveal her understanding, “maybe you should put that shirt back on, before you drive my poor Sara crazy.” Sara then jerked to look at Gina, a look of shock and fear on her face. Gina smiled warmly back and at and mouthed “It’s OK babe.” Sara’s look of shock now turned to puzzlement.

“You see, Jake,” Gina continued, “Sara isn’t like me. She is also attracted to men, although she’s chosen not to be with them, you know, for a long time. Let’s just say that the new and improved Jake caught her by surprise this morning.” She looked back at Sara, and could see relief in her eyes. “Come on, let’s get dressed and go out for a real breakfast at Vinnie’s. Jake, I’m sorry, you have to use the bathroom for changing.” She went around to Sara, took her by the hand to lead her to their bedroom. “We’ll be ready in a little bit”.

Once the door to the bedroom was closed behind them, Sara whispered, “Oh Gina … I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to …”

“Hush” Gina quickly replied, bringing a finger to Sara’s lips. Sara sighed a bit at the touch, and Gina lightly ran her finger around Sara’s lips, eliciting a low moan. “Ohhhh, you’re really in a bad way, honey. Let me help you.” She traced her hand downwards over Sara’s chin and neck, then running her hand over the surface of her nightie, lightly brushing the hard nipple of Sara’s left breast. She continued lowered, reaching the hemline and then under, bringing her hand directly between Sara’s legs until she reached the thong covering her mound. The contact brought a gasp from Sara, and she moaned “Ohhhh gawwdd …” Gina was amazed at how wet Sara was — her thong was soaked.

Gina was now getting very aroused too, and she used both hands to quickly lift Sara’s nightie up over her head and dropped it on the floor. Sara stood in just her thong, her chest heaving as she anticipated what might be coming. Gina stepped to her and kissed her hard, driving her tongue deep into Sara’s mouth and driving her backwards towards the kingsize bed with her body. When Sara had been backed against the edge of the bed, Gina’s gripped Sara’s forearms, and guided her back to a seated position. Then she hooked her fingers under the waist band of Sara’s thong and pulled them down and off in one smooth motion. She pried Sara’s thighs apart, knelt between them, and pulled Sara’s ass forward to the very edge of the bed as Sara lay back flat. Gina saw that Sara’s pussy was swollen and dripping with juices — she was incredibly aroused. They had little time, so Gina dispensed with any preliminaries and simply dove in with her tongue, thrusting it deep between Sara’s cunt lips to taste her nectar, and then up and over her swollen rosebud. Sara let out a long wordless moan of pleasure.

Vaginal penetration was only an occasional part of their lovemaking, and almost always it was Sara who wanted it. Gina’s instinct told her this might be one of the times, and she slid her two middle fingers slowly into Sara’s slit. “Is that what you want? Gina breathed.

“Uhhhh yessss … more … want more” Sara groaned. Gina pumped her two fingers in and out of Sara’s tight hole a few times, and then added a third finger. Sara exclaimed “Oh shit yes!” and raised her head to look Gina in the eyes, “I want … uhnnn… all of it …uhnnn … please baby, fuck me with your hand!” Gina had never seen Sara quite like this before, and it really stoked the fire in her pussy. She curled her hand up and slowly slid it all inside Sara’s hungry cunt. Sara arched back as she did, groaning loudly now. After she had inserted all the way to her wrist, Gina worked her hand back and forth a couple of inches with increasing speed as Sara writhed on the bed. She was getting close now, and Gina leaned forward and began flicking Sara clit side to side with her tongue, knowing that would take her over the edge. Sara let out a low guttural scream, “ohhhhh yessss … don’t stop …. Ohhhh FUCK! UHHHHNNN!” Her whole body tightened and Gina felt her pussy clamp down on her hand. She continued licking Sara’s clit, knowing that it would send aftershocks through her. Finally, Sara could take no more, and pushed Gina’s head away.

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It was a hot summer afternoon and I had just returned from doing the shopping for dad and I. Mom usually does the shopping but she was away on a business trip with her law firm. Dad had just arrived home from work and had some beer for his weekly card night with his friends. I was already putting groceries away, so I didn’t mind when he asked me to put the beer away for him, as he wanted to go take a shower. I put the beer in the fridge when it struck me, one of these would probably taste really good.

After all I had just come in myself and it was kind of warm in the house. I turned down the thermostat and went back into the kitchen and finished putting the groceries away. When I was done I ran up the stairs to ask dad if I could have a beer. I hadn’t been allowed to drink prior to this because I was too young dad said. Whenever I had asked in the past he always said I was too young and I would have to wait at least until I was Eighteen.

I had just turned eighteen two days prior and thought I would go rub that in his face as a reason. The water wasn’t running and Dad hadn’t closed the door to his and moms bedroom so I figured he was done with his shower. As I walked into the room dad was standing there naked, and the towel was on the floor. He must have been getting ready to get dressed since he was already dry. He had put on aftershave and smelled really good. I was embarrassed and said “oops sorry dad” and quickly exited the room. I couldn’t believe what I had just done, although I was a bit turned on and even a little wet from what I saw.

Dad’s 42 but is very athletic with a nice build, but I didn’t know his body was that nice. He had a really nice, big dick. I felt a bit ashamed and figured I’d better go get ready for my own night out. My friend and I Were going out and were going to try to pick up some guys, so I got changed into my hottest, shortest black skirt, along with my low cut top which was also black. Underneath, I had on a red push up bra and I had also put on my lacy red panties which were very revealing.

As soon as I had finished dressing and putting on my make-up kocaeli escort the doorbell rang. It was two of dads friends coming over to play cards. One of them said “wow you sure look good”. I told him thanks and escorted them inside being sure to swaggle my ass as I walked in front of them. I was feeling a bit turned on by all of this and remembered the beer I was going to drink. I went into the kitchen and the phone rang. It was my girlfriend calling to say she couldn’t go out after all.

What a bummer, I was all dressed up and no where to go. Dad had just come down the stairs and said hello to his friends, whom where waiting in the living room at the card table. He asked me to grab them all a beer and I said I would as they all sat down to play. I returned with four beers and dad said “hey what’s with the beer?”

I reminded him of what he had always told me before. I made sure that as I handed them their beers that I leaned over real low to give them a nice glimpse of my tits. By the looks on their faces, they were seeing plenty too. Even my dad was looking. I opened mine up and they started playing cards. Feeling left out I pulled up a chair, being sure to leave it away from the table so they could get a good view of my red panties. As they played I kept noticing them trying to secretly look at my pussy. They weren’t doing a very good job though, I even saw my dad peering over the top of his cards, pretending to look at his hand.

They had all finished their beers and dad asked me to go and get us all another. I was buzzed and quickly agreed. I returned with four more and made sure when I sat down again that I left my legs spread a little. .

Again I could see them all peering over their cards at my crotch, which was now getting very wet from all the attention. Still feeling left out, I asked, “cant I play”? “No dad said, its just for us guys”. I said come on one game. He told me alright just one. I said “o. k. but if I win I get to play again and I make the rules”.

Dad agreed and dealt the cards. I got real Excited when I saw my hand, I had Two queens and three sixes. When the kocaeli escort bayan game was over I had won. “Yes” I exclaimed as all the cards hit the table. I told them we were gonna play one game of strip poker, winner take all. To my disbelief, dad didn’t disagree, I think he had liked what he had been seeing and I know the other two did when they both tried to beat each other to the cards. The one who won quickly shuffled and dealt the cards. This time I had two aces, a two, a four and a nine. When it came time to draw I made sure to throw away both aces and the nine. I drew only a three, another four and a six.

I had lost and stood up to saying “you win some, you lose some”. As I reached for my top dad said, “you don’t have to Samantha and I said “no I want to, a deals a deal. ” With that my top came off and I reached down and slid off my skirt. Dads eyes popped out of his head as I unhooked my bra, grabbed my tits and said “come and get em”.

After all, I told them winner take all, and I was the all. Nobody moved, and I knew they wouldn’t untill my father did, so I leaned over and grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Then I reached down and undid his pants, noticing how hard that beautiful prick was that I had seen earlier. There was no secret what was about to happen next so dad slid out of his pants and underwear. At the same time his friends had undressed and I had taken off my soaked panties. I knelt down in front of my father and took his rigid cock in my hand, kissing the tip of the head.

His friends were busy rubbing my tits as I took his cock into my mouth and moaned MMMM. Dad was so big in my mouth as he moved back and fourth, his warm cock gliding over my lips amd tongue. Dad pulled out and led me over to the couch, his friends followed us. He sat on the arm of the couch and grabbed my hips, pulling me towards him. I climbed onto the arm and wrapped my legs around him lowering myself onto his big dick. “Ohhh” I said as I rode up and down along his shaft. One of his friends was standing next to us stroking his cock and I leaned over so he could feed it to me. I licked izmit escort it and then took it in my mouth, as I felt the tip of the other cock at the entrance of my asshole.

Dad was moaning with pleasure as I rode up and down on him, and as I came back down, the cock from behind was forced up into my asshole. I let out a scream and started to cum from all of this hot cock being pushed in and out of me. Excited by my screams dad now grabbed my hips and started forcing my downthrusts, knowing this was also forcing my ass to meet the cock ramming me from behind. I was bent over and his friend which was standing, was now force-fucking my mouth as I was enthralled by all of these cocks and could not keep the correct rhythm.

I didn’t have to though, dad forced me up and down, and the guy standing, simply and literally fucked my mouth. I was coming over and over. I couldn’t stop and they didn’t. I was having all my holes force fucked now and loving it. cum was running out of my pussy from so many orgasms. Dad let out a long sigh and shot a huge load of cum up into my pussy which felt so hot inside of me.

My ass was starting to hurt too bad to continue. so I took the opportunity of dad being done, to have his friend pull out. And I climbed off jumping into the couch and sitting down. His friends got up on the couch on both sides of me standing. I told them to feed me and stuck out my tongue. I grabbed a cock from each side and stroked, with my tongue out as far as I could stick it. I stroked back and fourth as fast as I could until one of them came directly on my tongue.

His cum pooled up on it until it overflowed onto my tits. My attention had been drawn to the cum and I had stopped jerking off the other dick, so he had quickly replaced my hand with his, beating it off furiously as I lapped up the cum from my lips. He quickly came at the site of this and sent a hot stream of cum right onto my lips. I stuck out my tongue as fast as I could to receive the next hot stream. He covered my face in cum. at least the parts that weren’t all ready covered. The two of them just stood there, rubbing there cocks in it, guiding it into my open mouth. I just sat there and looked ahead at my dad with my mouth open and my tongue out.

He had a gleam in his eyes and I had a gleam in mine too, and probably some cum as well!

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It had originally been planned as a group outing. Four couples in all. But Brenda was the only girl to stick to her promise. Despite the fact that she and Travis had broken up a couple months ago. Now here she was, the only female amongst four overly loaded testosterone morons. With the exception of their guide, Holly.

Brenda had been looking forward to this trip, a post-graduation trip with friends and their significant others. After four hard years of studying, and little partying in between, they had made it through college. But now, Brenda was having to deal with the “boys” and their off-color jokes and chauvinistic attitudes. Brenda had learned to tune them out, but it was irritating to have to hear it all day long.

Brenda sighed, and lagged behind everyone as they hiked along the path. This was something Brenda had always enjoyed. It had just been awhile since she had had the opportunity, and despite feeling abandoned by her friends and left to deal with the guys, on her own, Brenda was enjoying spending the time here, in the mountains.

To look at her, most people would mistake Brenda to be more interested in dancing. She was of average height at 5’4″, long blonde hair, blue eyes, and had a decent size of breasts, 36B, which looked perfect on her. It was the well-toned body and legs that lead people to believe she was a dancer. What they would find out after getting to know her, was that she was an avid hiker. In the past couple of years, she hadn’t gotten to do as much hiking as she would have liked, but found that she was in better shape than her brother and his friends. Her ex being one of them.

Brenda grinned as she heard the tune of You Are My Sunshine being whistled. In the past two days, Holly, their guide, would start whistling to keep from listening to the crude remarks from the guys. Without their girlfriends around they reverted back to Neanderthals and thought that hitting on Holly and making crude remarks was fun. For them maybe, but they weren’t scoring any points with Brenda or Holly. The whistling seemed to work. The guys would stop talking. They knew when they were being ignored. As it turned out, they used the time to catch their breath.

Brenda found it extremely amusing at how winded the creeps got. And that was before they would start in on wasting their breath with the remarks. But they had to prove how macho they were, and they would get winded shortly after leaving camp, so Holly had to slow the pace for them. Brenda wished they could just leave the guys behind and set their own pace. She smiled to herself as she pictured leaving them in a cloud of dust, red-faced and panting for air.

But this wasn’t her show. Holly was a good guide and Brenda even found herself joining Holly’s tunes, and beginning to enjoy herself, regardless of the immature harassments of the guys.

Brad, Brenda’s twin, wasn’t bad by himself, but around his friends, he was as bad as any of them. Travis, her ex, was your typical chauvinistic/jock type. Which is why they broke up. Brenda got tired of his demands that she dress and act a certain way, so he would look good. Brenda quickly nixed that relationship. Glad she had before sex became an issue, but unfortunate that he was also Brad’s best friend. That being the reason for him still being included on this trip. Ben and Nick were the other two in the group.

Brenda grinned as she heard them starting to complain. She heard comments on how hot it was getting, possible blisters, and of course, the need for food. It never failed, about an hour after leaving camp, they would start complaining. They were the ones that came up with the brilliant idea for this trip after graduating, and yet they were the ones complainiing like a bunch of girls.

What was she saying? She WAS a girl! And so was their guide, and they were both doing great. The fellas obviously hadn’t taken into account of actually having to hike the trail, carrying their supplies on their backs. After a few more minutes of complaining, Holly stopped in a shaded spot next to the river.

“Alright, everybody! Take five then we need to keep going, if we want to reach the next campsite, before sundown.”

Four masculine groans answered. Holly glanced at Brenda, her back to the guys, and gave a conspiratory wink. Brenda hid her smile by reaching for her canteen. She took a drink and got up to refill it. As she went to the river, she heard one of the guys say something about “the slavedriver.” As Brenda joined Holly, she couldn’t help letting out a small laugh.

Holly looked up from refilling her own canteen and grinning, asked, “What’s the joke?”

Brenda laughed and said, “Them. They call you the slavedriver.” Holly laughed with her.

“I knew from the moment I met your group they were going to be a handful. So I made it a point not to make it easy on them.”

Brenda laughed. “Don’t stop. I’m enjoying their misery too much.”

Holly grinned. “How are you doing? Am I driving you too hard?”

“Not at all. It’s been awhile since I’ve really gone out and did some bursa escort hard hiking, but I’m doing fine. I’ve actually learned to tune them out and enjoy the scenery.”

Holly smiled, “Glad to hear it. Let me know if it gets too rough. You, I don’t mind helping. Those jackasses can suffer for all I care.”

Brenda’s eyes widened a little at how vehement Holly was. Holly blushed a little. “Sorry. I know one of them is your brother, but of all the groups I’ve lead on these trails, I have never had such a hard time.”

“It’s okay. I was just thinking the same thing not too long ago. I guess they’ve been hitting on you?”

Holly let out a derisive laugh. “That’s putting it lightly. The big jock actually tried to make it sound like it would be a privilege to screw him. Period.”

Brenda groaned. “I’m so sorry. I actually dated the pig for awhile, but broke up before sex became another way for him to try to hold on.”

Holly laughed. “Don’t apologize to me. I’m sorry you ever dated the guy.”

Brenda grinned. “So am I. But glad I was able to put it to an end before it got too far.”

Brenda and Holly chatted for a while and planned on really giving the guys a work out if they kept up harassing them. Suddenly, Brenda was very glad she came on the trip.

They joined the guys and Holly announced that it was time to get moving. More groans followed as everyone stood up and followed. Brenda smiled as she brought up the rear. Holly set a faster pace than earlier, explaining that they needed to make good time to camp. Soon the guys were huffing and puffing and taking drinks from their canteens. Occasionally, Holly would look back and check on everyone. When her gaze fell on Brenda, Brenda would give her a thumbs-up, Holly would wink, and keep going.

After a short time, Holly started whistling Climb Every Mountain. Groans and mumbled complaints came shortly after. Brenda smiled more and was really enjoying herself.

Another hour passed and Brenda noticed that the guys hadn’t complained in a while. Grinning, Brenda realized it was because they were trying to save their breath. Even Travis, the best fit male, was breathing hard and red in the face. Brenda looked at each one, and noticed that they were all kind of lagging, feet dragging and slumped over. Her gaze met Holly’s and Holly nodded. It was time to give the guys a break.

When Holly announced it was time to rest, there was an audible sigh of relief. Everyone took a drink, then refilled their canteens. The guys took a while longer, at the river, to splash water over their faces and necks to cool.

Brenda and Holly sat on a fallen log, a short distance away. Talking softly, so the guys wouldn’t hear, Holly explained that the campsite was only a mile away, but there was a path that lead a wide circle around to it. They decided to take that, rather than the shorter trail. Brenda grinned.

“I like the way you think.”

Holly grinned. “Great minds think alike.”

Brenda grinned back. “Let’s do it.”

Holly soon announced it was time to get moving again. The group was soon moving down the trail. No complaints heard. Brenda found herself watching Holly as they tramped through the woods. Noticing how Holly just seemed to fit in here, in the mountains. She had obviously been hiking and had been a guide for a while. It wasn’t a summer job for her. Like Brenda, she was fit and her well-toned legs were evidence of their constant exercise. Unconsciously, Brenda found herself admiring Holly’s figure. Although Brenda had nothing to be ashamed about, she admired Holly’s longer tanned legs. Holly stood at 5’7″, had shoulder length brown hair, which she wore in a ponytail, and had nice 36C breasts. Brenda had noticed, while talking to her, that she had deep brown eyes, that twinkled when she was in a playful or teasing mood. Brenda thought how those brown eyes could be almost hypnotic. Drawing you in closer and closer, and those pink lips were almost asking to be kissed.

Whoa! Where did that come from? Brenda shook herself out of the trance she seemed to be in. She could always admire another girl’s good form, but had never thought of kissing another girl. Well, in her dreams, occasionally, but she had always been faceless. Brenda chalked it up to daydreaming a bit.

Another hour passed and Holly led them to the campsite. The guys set up the tents and helped looked for firewood, without being told, as had to be done the past two days. Holly made it back first, as Brenda finished preparing the spot for the campfire. Holly sat on a log, watching for moment. Brenda glanced up and noticed the slight frown on Holly’s face. Finishing clearing dried leaves form the area, Brenda sat down next to Holly.

Nudging Holly’s leg with her knee, Brenda asked, “What’s troubling you?”

Holly waved her hand vaguely toward the woods, where the guys had gone. “Your brother and Travis are limping. I think they have blisters.”

Brenda nodded. “And you are feeling bad about making it here the long way, and pressing them to go faster?”

Holly bursa escort bayan nodded. “I have never deliberately done something like that. I was just so fed up with all the shit I’ve put up from them these couple of days.”

Brenda patted Holly’s leg. “You shouldn’t worry about it so much. You’ve told us that there are stations along the trail where they can canoe back to camp, if they have to. And we planned this together. So it’s part my fault too.”

“But it’s my job to lead people up and down these trails, with as little mishap as possible.”

“Look,” Brenda interrupted, “I understand it’s your responsibility to get the clients back to base, safely. But it happened. They’re big boys. They’ll live. They’ve been miserable this whole trip, anyway. I think they had planned on this being more of a time to get away and spend time in the outdoors fucking, rather than actually spending time with nature. So, if you think about it, we did them a favor.” Brenda bumped Holly’s leg again, “We did ourselves a favor, too. Now we’ll be even instead of outnumbered, 4 to 2.”

Holly grinned a little. “True, but I still feel guilty.”

“That’s a given. Just try not to dwell on it. You know they’ll recover.”

“I know. Thanks. I don’t feel as bad as I did before. But I’m never going to do this again. I hate feeling guilty. Even after all the shit they’ve put me through. And I’m sure you’ve received your own.”

“Granted. Now let’s get supper ready. I’m starved.”

They started the fire, with some kindling Holly had brought, and soon Brad and Travis came limping into the clearing. Followed by Ben and Nick. They all deposited their loads of wood in a pile, and Nick added some more to the fire.

Everyone sat in silence for a few minutes, then Brad spoke.

“We’re going to have to go back to base, tomorrow. Trav and I got blisters and there’s no way we can go any further. So we decided to all return and go home.”

Brenda protested. “Wait a minute! You mean to say you guys got together and decided for me, that I’d be returning with you? How dare you! It was my decision to come, despite the other girls chickening out. And I’m not leaving until I’m ready.”

“Come on Bren. You know it’s been a miserable two days, and…”

“For you guys. Not me. I’m doing fine, and I’d like to finish the trip. With or without you.”

Brad shook his head. “No way, sis. I’m not leaving you here alone. How are you going to get home?”

Brenda huffed. “I’m not your little sister, Brad. I’m the oldest, remember? And I am perfectly capable of making arrangements to return home. WHEN I’m ready.”

“Come on Brenda, “Travis pleaded, “Brad’s just trying to get us all home.”

Brenda turned to Travis. “Fine. YOU go home with him. But I intend to stay and enjoy myself.”

Holly finally stepped in and said, “Alright people, the decisions have been made. Brenda wants to stay and finish the trip. Fine. It isn’t a problem with me. I’ll help make sure she gets home, but it was your decision to go home tomorrow. So, first thing tomorrow, I’ll take you to the canoes and you can go. Now quite arguing and get your food. We need to get some sleep before tomorrow. Travis and Brad, I have some ointment you can put on those blisters to help.”

Everyone helped fix their dinner and went to bed. Brenda finished cleaning her mess kit in a stream just through the trees, then sat on a log close to the fire. She set the mess kit down and propped her chin in her hand, as she gazed into the fire. Brenda sat up as she sensed someone coming up behind her. She turned and saw Brad behind her. He sat on the log next to her. After a couple minutes, he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry, Bren. I shouldn’t have made that decision for you. I just assumed you would want to go home with the rest of us.”

“Why, Brad? None of you have you have given me a reason to even want to be with you. Let alone go home with you.”

Brad hung his head. “I know, and I’m sorry. You deserve to be mad at me. At us. That’s why I can’t blame you for wanting to stay. Just promise you’ll be careful. I’d hate for something to happen to you, after I leave.”

Brenda sighed and put her arm around her brother.

“I forgive you. But I AM staying. I’m actually starting to have fun.”

“No thanks to us. I really am sorry, Bren. I don’t know what comes over me when I’m with my friends.”

“Don’t worry about it. Besides, I don’t intend for this to happen again, anyway. Go get some sleep.”

Brad stood. ” ‘Night, Bren.”

“Goodnight, Brad.”

Brenda watched as Brad entered the tent and zipped it shut.

“He actually apologized, huh?”

Brenda turned at the sound of Holly’s voice. She grinned.

“Yeah. It’s amazing. I think he’s feeling guilty, too. Of course, if this hadn’t happened, he wouldn’t have.”

Holly sat next to her. “You sure you don’t want to go home with them?”

“I’m positive. I need some time to myself anyway. I really do enjoy it here, and if you don’t mind I’d like to finish escort bursa the trip. It will be more enjoyable with them out of the way. Besides, I hate paying for something and not getting my money’s worth.” They sat quietly for a minute, then a thought occured to Brenda. “Unless you don’t want to finish the trip. One person is hardly worth your time to keep going.”

“No. Not at all. I don’t mind. I was more concerned for you getting home. You arrived with them and all.”

“I’m not worried about it. I’d just be returning to my parent’s house and start job hunting. I want to be able to enjoy some time before going back to the real world. As long as you don’t mind.”

Holly smiled. “I don’t mind at all. I’m not scheduled to guide another group for a couple of weeks.”

“Great. I just might stay around longer. I need a LOT of relaxation. Any time away from my parents and the pressure to start working.”

Holly laughed. “I may hire you as a guide myself. I need another one to fill in for those that get hurt or called away in an emergency.”

“Hire? You own this outfit?”

Holly grinned. “Yep. When my dad passed away I used part of my inheritance to start it. It’s been a dream since I was thirteen. Now it’s a reality and doing better each year.”

Brenda nodded with admiration. “You’ve accomplished a lot in a short time, it seems. Don’t you worry about finances during the winter?”

“No. Dad was actually quite well off. This is more of a hobby to keep myself busy. I’ve got a house not far from the base office. Most of the money I make goes for equipment, supplies and payroll. I’ve got plenty from my inheritance to last me the rest of my life and then some.”

Brenda shook her head.”Wow! That sounds great. I can tell you really enjoy this, too.”

Holly laughed. “I do. Enough talk. We need to get some sleep. We got another full day ahead of us.”

Brenda picked up her mess kit and went to her tent. When she turned to zip up her tent, she saw Holly watching her. Her expression was unreadable, but Brenda felt a shiver run up her spine, and found that it wasn’t an unpleasant shiver. Almost like an electric charge. A strong attraction. Surprised and confused, Brenda waved then zipped up her tent.

Brenda undressed and pulled an oversized t-shirt on, as pajamas. She lay there for a while, trying to sort her feelings. She knew that what she felt was an attraction for Holly. But was she ready to admit that she was attracted in more than an admiring way?

Brenda had a restless night. Her dreams seemed suddenly vivid and more sexual than she had ever had. But what caused her restlessness, was that her faceless lover was no longer faceless. It was a woman. It was Holly. Vivid pictures of kissing and caressing her body, filled Brenda’s dreams. It was almost as if she could feel the touch of her lips and hands on her heated skin. Brenda finally woke to the early morning sunrise, sweating and wanting release from the sexual tension, but not able to. Knowing she didn’t have the time or privacy.

She quickly dressed and went into the woods to relieve herself and use some of the stream water to cool off. As she squatted in the woods, finishing her business, Brenda heard some moaning. It was definitely feminine, so she knew it was Holly. Brenda heard some more moans. Brenda moved to closer to where she thought she heard the moans coming from. Then a distinctive ‘yesssss’ met Brenda’s ears. Brenda grinned. Perhaps one of the guys got to Holly after all. Just as she started to turn to go to the river, Brenda froze when she heard Holly say her name. Brenda moved back and could not deny what she was seeing or hearing. There was Holly, laying naked on the ground, the fingers of one hand pinching her already hard nipples, as her other hand pumped in and out of her dripping pussy. It wasn’t the sight of Holly’s trembling body, as she masturbated, but the words coming from her mouth, that made Brenda tremble a little.

Holly was moaning her pleasure and Brenda’s name as she worked her fingers in and out of her wet cunt. Soon she was crying out and Brenda could see Holly’s pussy clenching around her fingers. Brenda couldn’t take her eyes away. She was literally frozen in place. Brenda’s eyes couldn’t seem to get enough of Holly’s naked form. Holly laid still for a minute, her eyes shut. Her flushed skin glowing in the sexual aftermath of her powerful orgasm. Brenda gazed at every bare inch of Holly’s skin, the still hard nipples which her fingers ached to touch and her mouth longed to suck on. Then down over her smooth stomach to the small trimmed patch of dark hair at the apex of her spread thighs. Brenda watched as Holly’s fingers slowly left her pussy. Making a slight sucking noise as Holly’s pussy released her hand. Brenda watched, now breathless, as Holly’s pussy gaped and then slowly closed. Holly began moving to get dressed and Brenda quickly turned and left, before she got caught watching.

When Brenda returned to camp, the guys were already taking their tents down. Holly returned shortly after her. brenda got to work taking her tent down, but found herself casting glances in Holly’s direction. Images of her naked and receptive body filled Brenda’s mind. She was definitely needing some relief soon. Her senses were on overload.

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Night covered the windows of Candledim. Jamie Winter ignored the temptation of the light downstairs and crept silently into Rose’s bedroom. Candlelight, which had always seemed less bright in this place than in any other, gave the room even more shadows among the frills and lace. Rose waited for him here, always waited, and he could never keep away — not as a gawky virgin teen, and not now, as a full-grown man. The things she did to him… He should be disgusted with himself.

Rose’s black silk gown covered her from the lace neckline at her throat to the soft folds over her toes. Beneath it, she wore nothing. He knew that from previous experience. Shining black locks of hair tumbled over her shoulders. Her eyes, dark as demon shadow, gleamed. A soft blush of dusty rose over her cheeks made her appear alive, precious, and utterly beautiful in spite of her morbid color scheme.

“Jamison,” she said. “I knew you could not stay away.”

He couldn’t speak. He could barely breathe.

Rose drifted closer. “You hate me,” she whispered, and touched an exquisite finger to his chest. “And yet you cannot stay away. You amuse me.”

“You ruined my life.”

“Because of Robert?” A soft, gentle laugh echoed through the room. “He made love to you, poppet. He did not hurt you.”

“I was a child.”

“You enjoyed it until your brother told you it was wrong.”

“Robert’s dying.” The admission made him smile, thinking it would hurt her.

“He’s an old man.” She looked, if possible, even more amused. “We all die sooner or later, but he still pleasures himself to the thought of what you did together.”

“You made him that way.”

“Yes,” she said. “I did.” Closer, she moved, and the top of her raven head came to Jamie’s shoulder. She looked up and ran her tongue, a pink animal bent on murdering his sanity, along the fullest portion of her bottom lip. “And I have made you.”

The gentlest touch of her fingers took away the breath he had left, forcing him to draw air deeply into his lungs before he could speak again. The fingers caressed, soothed and encouraged his arousal. Jamie hadn’t the will to pull away. He never had the strength to leave, and had stood here innumerable times in the same situation. She slid to her knees and kept her eyes on his face, smiling her secretive, Mona Lisa smile. The zipper on his jeans rasped. Cool air greeted his cock. The tip of her tongue grazed it. Fleeting warmth turned cold. Jamie moaned.

Rose’s lips surrounded the head, smooth, slick, and heated with triumph. Jamie’s fingers tangled in her hair. Her tongue lapped at him like waves licking the shoreline of some deserted island. Liquid pictures, quicksilver and fleeting, passed through his mind. Her body, naked and glorious, spread out before him on the lacy bedspread. A close-up of her cunt — black curling hairs outlined the shining red interior — transposed to the image of Robert’s cock, long, thin, and dangerous in the darkness of a private room.

Rose purred and suckled like a nursing child. Sharp fingernails raked against his skin as she tugged on the waistband of Jamie’s jeans. He shuddered and pushed his hips forward. His balls snuggled up against his body; hard nuggets ready to explode. He pulled back and she grazed her teeth along the length of his cock until they met the ridge of the head. He shoved forward again. Her nails dug into his butt.

Jamie clenched her hair in fists so taut the knuckles turned white. “Bitch.”

Rocking back on her knees, Rose touched his come on her cheeks — and laughed.

—

Jamie strode down the main street of Blackwood, lost in dismal thought. Beside him, Aria moved with the grace of a dancer. Her gaudy, flowing skirts drifted around her legs in time with her steps. Jamie ignored her, although her presence warmed him. Across the street, the town’s rose gardens bloomed peacefully.

“It happened again,” Aria said after they’d covered more than a block.

“Yes.”

She took his arm in one small hand and turned him to face her in the light of a street lamp. “You have to stop going there.”

“I can’t.”

“Every time you go, you give her more power over you.”

Jamie agreed, but he couldn’t stop. Aria knew that, and it angered him she had no other advice to give. “Let’s go inside.” He turned toward the small apartment building in which she lived.

“No. I know what will happen in there and you’ll never deal with this. Stay here.” She tugged at him.

Jamie turned and waited.

“What is it you need from her you can’t get from me?”

Good question. Rose provided danger, fear and lust all rolled bursa escort into one dark package. Aria gave him sweetness, soft and forgiving. He’d never come in her face, or pull her hair until it came out at the roots. He couldn’t, wouldn’t hurt Aria, but he wanted to hurt Rose, and through Rose, Robert. “I can’t explain it,” he answered softly.

“She isn’t real, Jamie.”

“Let’s go inside.”

“No, I want you to promise me you’ll come to me next time.”

Jamie put an arm over her shoulders and pulled her close. “I can’t promise that.” Lips touched lips. Aria’s arms circled his waist, and she stretched her body to fit in a curved arch against him. The seductive lechery of Rose’s kisses couldn’t compare to Aria’s innocent desire to please him. Jamie ran his hand over her back and curved it down to push her hips against his. “Inside,” he whispered against her lips. “And we can talk afterward.”

Apparently agreeing, she pulled away and moved gracefully up the steps. Jamie followed, swiftly shutting the apartment door behind them once they’d reached it. He turned, took her in his arms, and resumed kissing her. This time, he allowed his hand to move aside the elastic neckline of her peasant blouse.

Inside Aria’s bedroom, a bed lined with stuffed animals waited. The childish décor outraged his sense of decency, so he’d never taken her in there. Always, they fucked in front of the apartment door or on the overstuffed couch in the next room. Jamie knelt, reached inside Aria’s skirt, pulled the small silk panties down her thighs, over her feet, and tossed them on the floor. His fingers roamed, touched, caressed, and parted the lips of her cunt. Wetness covered his fingers. He stood and made his way to the couch.

Aria followed, stopping him before he sat down. A smile curled her lips as she pulled his T-shirt over his head. She ran her fingers over his chest, then tugged the button on his jeans. When he had nothing left to remove, she gave him a gentle push toward the couch and he settled into the comfort of the thick quilt that covered blue velvet cushions.

Aria’s gauzy orange and red skirt drifted out and over his hips as she straddled him. The wet slit of her cunt rubbed against the underside of his cock. She leaned forward and kissed him, tracing the contours of his lips with her tongue. But no, he didn’t want to be the passive one tonight. He wanted control. He needed to find the power he lost each time he visited Rose. “I want you naked.” His voice came out in a harsh mimicry of his normal deep tone. Aria didn’t pause, but stood again. Her eyes, deep green and troubled, read something in him that made her comply. She pulled her shirt over her head to reveal full, lush breasts tipped with reddened nipples. The skirts slithered to the floor.

Jamie drew her down, pushed her into place on her back, and parted her legs. His cock pointed toward the reddish hairs outlining her cunt. It moved in time with his heartbeat, a minute movement, visible only if he remained completely still, but he felt it deep in his balls. He placed the tip low, and used his hand to push it upward, between the lips until it rubbed against her clitoris. Up and down, he pushed it, exciting her, moistening her, and all the while he could see the remaining concern in her eyes. Almost, he stopped. Almost, he promised her he would seek her out first, but he couldn’t. He wouldn’t lie to her. That would be a betrayal she wouldn’t accept. Jamie pressed the head of his cock down, found the entrance, and pushed it inside. Aria sighed. Her breasts rose and fell. He leaned on one hand and caressed a pink nipple with the other. “I want to watch you come.”

The words changed the look in Aria’s eyes, gave them the shine of arousal instead of the gleam of concern. “Make me come, then.”

Slow, languid, he moved. Never deep, he toyed with her, forced her to want it, forced her to need it. Aria’s hips began to rise and fall. She tried to capture him, pull him in deeper, but he kept control. Using his hand again, he pulled out and used the head of his cock to massage her clitoris, circling it until the moisture wore thin.

Aria’s eyes closed. A small line of concentration appeared between her brows. Her fingers slipped over her belly and curled into the hairs between her legs. Jamie measured the closeness of her climax. All the while, he moved in languid rhythm, never giving her everything she needed.

“Aria,” he whispered, and this time his voice came out in velvet depth, caressing and lustful.

Her eyes opened.

“Take your hand away.”

Aria’s fingers left a shining trail of moisture up her belly to her breast, where she stopped bursa escort bayan to caress a distended nipple.

Jamie leaned over her, kissed her lips, and pushed deeper with each lazy thrust. His chest trapped her hand between them. Soft, mewling kitten noises fluttered from Aria’s lips. Each breath she released stuttered in her chest. Jamie kissed her again, using his tongue to imitate the motion of his cock. Laziness disappeared, and urgency spoke in each lunging thrust. “God, yes,” he hissed, and pulled back, taking his weight on both hands. Swift, smooth, his cock slid in and out. Aria’s circling added another dimension, side to side.

“I’m going to come,” Aria murmured, watching his face. “And so are you.”

Jamie diverted his gaze, unable to watch the brilliant lust in her eyes. Her breasts bounced against her ribs with each harsh lunge of his body. Flushed, they gave away the state of her arousal. Her hands wandered over his arms, his ribs, the flat of his stomach. “Come with me, Jamie,” she whispered, gasping each word.

The first convulsion of her climax tightened her cunt. He had no choice but to come with her, spurting hard, feeling the surge deep in his balls.

It felt like dying.

—

Rose Mercy Hospital smelled of disinfectant and old people. Jamie passed the desk with a nod of acknowledgement toward the duty nurse and continued down the hall to his uncle’s room. Robert had been here for the last six months, dying as slowly and inefficiently as he could. Jamie would have helped him along, but he had no intention of going to jail for murdering the monster everyone liked. Blackwood was a small town, and Robert held most of it in his rich, greedy hands. He had more connections than the Los Angeles airport.

The door to the room was closed to keep the hall light from irritating the patient. Jamie knew the real reason for the closed door, for Robert’s hand seemed to be a constant companion to his cock, and it wasn’t polite to show the world. The doctors said it was senility. Jamie knew otherwise.

Late night wasn’t the time for visitors, but Jamie had always been a night person, and Robert left word that anyone could see him at any time. His doctor agreed, saying visits cheered the old man up no matter when they occurred. They cheered old Bob, all right. So did half the nurses in the place. Noting the dread of futility in his heart, Jamie opened the door.

Kelly stood beside the bed, clutching Robert’s greased cock in her hand.

“I’m not surprised,” Jamie muttered, and swiftly closed the door behind him. Her beautiful blue eyes looked guilty, but her hand kept pumping the old rod.

Robert laughed. It was an old man’s wheezing cough of a laugh, but it sounded genuinely amused. “Look who dropped in for a quickie. Stop for a minute, Kelly. I’d like to make this one a group occasion.”

“Not this time, Bob. What is it you wanted?” Keeping his place near the door, Jamie stuck his hands in his jeans pockets to hide the trembling. Kelly obediently stopped stroking, and stepped as far away from the bed as she could without eliciting a comment from the old man.

“Come here, boy. Sit down. I need to talk to you.”

Reluctant to get anywhere near him, Jamie took the chair next to the bed. “About what?”

Robert sniffed. His eyes, folded and small with age, widened. “You’ve been to see her. Tonight? And there’s another one, too…” He inhaled deeply, then coughed. “That little gypsy you’ve been fucking. No wonder you say no to Kelly’s tender administrations. You’re all tuckered out.”

How he knew, Jamie could only guess, but his uncle always smelled sex on him. It excited the old man visibly. Robert’s cock jumped and grew taut, jutting out from between his wasted thighs like a sightless snake. Disgusted, Jamie nodded.

“Then on to business. I’m going to die tonight.”

The admission gave a short jolt to Jamie’s heart. “When?” he asked, feigning indifference.

“After you’ve taken me out of this God-forsaken place. I want to die at Candledim, nowhere else.”

“Blackmail? You won’t die unless we take you out there?”

“Exactly.”

Jamie stood. “I’ll get your clothes.”

“You’re in an all-fired hurry to see me dead.”

“Yes, I am.” And it gave Jamie something to do other than stare at the thin, purple-headed cock waving in the breeze.

“It’ll wait a few minutes, boy. Sit yourself down.” The laughter came again, wheezing and disgustingly pathetic. “Kelly, come here and finish up. Then we can go.”

“Jesus, Bob. Can’t you stop for more than five minutes?”

“I don’t need to stop now. I’m old, senile and dying. escort bursa No one cares what I do anymore, as long as I’m comfortable.”

“I’m sure Kelly cares.”

The words were lost on the old man, who arched his skinny hips up so his cock met the greased fingers of his stepdaughter. Her fat bosom heaved in either a sob or a sigh. Jamie wasn’t sure which, for her eyes had the dull look of guilt that overcame any other emotion. She’d tried so hard to escape, only to come running back when she needed money. Sad, pathetic, and disgusting — the entire family was insane.

Kelly’s plump hand moved like clockwork, and Jamie felt his heart beating with the same rhythm. He couldn’t stop watching. The breathing in the room grew heavy, dense like fog on a windless night.

“Jamie’s hard. I can see it in his face,” Robert murmured.

Kelly turned her gaze toward Jamie, and he could only shrug. She stopped jerking her hand up and down, pausing as if she’d forgotten what she was doing.

Robert’s voice was no longer the easy-going, old man’s tone. “Keep going, Kelly. You know what will happen if you don’t.”

“Don’t, Kelly. Just don’t do it for him. What the hell can he do to you from his deathbed?”

“He’s left Candledim to Evan. He won’t change it unless I do what he wants now.” Kelly stood next to the bed, plump, sorrowful, and yet her breasts heaved with the intensity swirling through the room. Her hand started up again.

“Can you imagine what Kelly’s gangster son would do with the place? Rose would adore him.” Robert grinned, in control again.

Jamie shuddered at the thought of young, seventeen-year-old Evan anywhere near Rose. She’d eat him alive, destroy him just as she’d destroyed the rest of the male members of the household.

“Come here, Jamie boy. If you humor me tonight, I’ll give Crandell a call instead, and verify that you, Jamison, will get Candledim when I die.”

Jamie moved, unable to care what Robert might do to him. It had started too long ago for him to stop it now. Robert opened Jamie’s jeans with one hand and fished out Jamie’s erection.

Arousal spread. It tightened Jamie’s balls, lengthened his cock in the greased hollow of his uncle’s hand, and made him close his eyes. He hated himself for it, hated Robert, hated even Kelly because she’d failed to escape so many years ago. Most of all, he hated Rose, who had corrupted Robert so thoroughly.

Robert’s greased hand slid slow and easy. “Look at me, boy.”

Jamie opened his eyes. His gaze locked to Robert’s watery blue one. Kelly’s breathing quickened. Jamie tore his eyes away from the mesmerizing effect of Robert’s gaze and looked down. Robert’s age-spotted hand jerked, quick and hard, around Jamie’s thick cock, abusing it, hurting and yet pleasuring it. Both Kelly’s hands had hold of Robert’s thinner, longer version, and her entire body moved to the rhythm of her strokes. It would take too long to come, and the old man’s cock would spurt first.

Jamie turned his head to stare straight into the demon’s eyes. “Hurry up, Bob. Come in your baby girl’s hands.”

Robert grunted. Semen oozed over the top of Kelly’s fingers. The hand around Jamie’s cock tightened painfully, but stopped stroking.

“Put it away, Jamie,” the old man said. “It’s time to go home.”

—

Rose waited for them in her room, still dressed in flowing black, patient as a stone. Jamie hung back at the door next to Kelly.

“Rose,” Robert said, and seated himself on the bed. He’d struggled up the stairs to get here, and his chest heaved with the effort. Rose, smiling and gracious, began to undress him.

Jamie turned, ready to leave.

“Stay,” Robert commanded.

Jamie sighed and turned back. “You have what you want.”

“Not yet. Get undressed, both of you.”

The brilliance in Robert’s gaze made Jamie shudder, but he complied, stripping out of his T-shirt and jeans, trying to avoid staring at his cousin as she slid out of her clothing. Shy, Kelly believed herself to be ugly. Jamie disagreed, for he thought her plump breasts and belly gave her a female look a thinner woman didn’t have.

Rose finished pulling Robert’s jeans off his feet and settled him back against the pillows. She stood in the middle of the room, never losing her smile, and let the black gown drop to the floor. Her body, golden in candle light, gave off the scent of musk. Robert sniffed the air and grinned. The head of his dick rose from his thigh. He patted the bed beside him and turned his grin to his stepdaughter. “Lay down, Kelly — on your back — spread those fat legs.”

Kelly obeyed like a wooden soldier. Jamie felt sorry for her, but held his tongue. It would be over tonight. One last time and it would be over.

“Get on top of her, Jamie.” Robert shoved his fingers into Kelly’s cunt. “She’s wet already.”

Rose smiled like a benevolent angel.

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Brooklyn had only been back in the flat for a few minutes when she heard a knock at the door. Opening the door, she was met by a very exuberant young woman holding a small case.

“Hi, I’m Kylee. I’m here to zap all your hairs off,” she said with an infectious smile.

The girl had strawberry blonde hair, was the same height as Brooklyn and about the same build, which was to say short and thin. Kylee seemed incapable of not smiling and bounced up and down on her heels as if trying to shed excess energy.

“I suppose you found the right place then,” laughed Brooklyn, letting the girl enter.

“Thank you so much, Brooke—can I call you Brooke?” Kylee asked without waiting for an answer. “I just need a small table—oh, this will do just fine,” she said, setting her case on the table next to the sofa. “I can’t believe how lucky I am—I need so many hours—thank you so much—And I don’t have the virus, at least as far as I know…”

Brooklyn stood and watched as the girl talked non-stop and bounced around the room like a molecule under too much heat.

“…if you want to lay down on the sofa, that might be best—but I guess I better ask where you want me to start.”

Brooklyn sat on the couch while the would-be-beautician opened the case and plugged it into the wall. Kylee pulled up a chair, a small probe held in her hand. “Uh, I’m not sure,” Brooklyn said, a feeling of anxiety starting to form in her stomach. “This is like forever, right?”

Kylee nodded, “I’m not very experienced yet, so it might take me a couple of tries, but yeah, if you let me, I can make it so you never have to shave anywhere, ever.”

“That would be nice,” Brooklyn admitted to herself, speaking her thoughts out loud. “I’ve got the time, I guess let’s start with the legs.”

Kylee’s smile grew even bigger, which Brooklyn didn’t think was possible, “Brilliant! I promise to be thorough.”

Brooklyn leaned back into the couch while Kylee set her leg onto her lap. After getting settled, Kylee placed the tip to her leg, and a moment later Brooklyn felt a sharp, stinging sensation where the probe met her skin. “That’s… not pleasant.”

Kylee shot her a sympathetic look, “Sorry, electrolysis does sting a bit. Let me know if it gets to be too much and we can take a break.”

Brooklyn inhaled deeply and tried to focus her mind elsewhere. Soon the pain became continuous enough that it blended together and numbed her lower leg. The skin where Kylee had done her work looked like it had a bad sunburn, and Brooklyn wondered again if letting Kylee practice on her was the best idea.

“You’re not going to suddenly disappear on me one day are you? I really don’t want to end up with one leg that I have to shave and the other not,” Brooklyn said with a strained voice.

Without looking up, Kylee shook her head, “No chance. In fact, I’m going to try to talk you into removing everything but the hair on your head and your eyebrows. I need to practice.”

“Everything?” Brooklyn asked in surprise, thinking of what the girl meant by everything. If Kylee heard her, she didn’t make any sign of it as she continued to concentrate on her work. Brooklyn rested her head against the back of the sofa, she’d definitely need to get a book to read.

-_-

Three weeks passed in the same monotonous routine of morning exercise, several hours of electrolysis session, to be followed by reading anything and everything Brooklyn could get her hands on. She watched hours of news, hoping the pandemic might finally end and the world open again. But if anything, governments were becoming more and more authoritarian in their rule and closing even more businesses and requiring more people to stay quarantined in their homes. Brooklyn was thankful to be where she was to ride this out, but each passing day was becoming more and more difficult. Even Jennifer seemed to be showing signs of stress and had been growing more and more subdued.

“Wow, your skin is so smooth,” Jennifer said, inspecting Brooklyn’s lower leg after the final electrolysis session, “You’ve got a pretty high pain threshold to endure that little sadist for two weeks. I was dying after only a few minutes.”

Brooklyn shrugged, trying to discern the older girl’s mood. She’d felt distant lately, and Brooklyn wasn’t sure how to fix it. She said, “Once Kylee started, I figured I was already committed, so I might as well get it done as fast as possible.”

“And I can’t believe you had her remove this, too,” Jennifer said, cupping her girlfriend’s sex and shaking her head, “You remember that it’s permanent, right?”

Brooklyn smiled hopefully at the touch and nodded, “I decided that I like the way it feels.”

Jennifer gave a forced smile as she sat at the table and picked up a baked green bean from the bowl between her thumb and forefinger. Brooklyn noticed her sigh, and that her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“What is it, Jen?” Brooklyn prompted, setting her foot back on the tile floor.

For a long moment Jennifer didn’t bursa escort answer, and a dozen different expressions passed over her features, finally saying, “Sometimes I feel like a total arse,” she sighed and set the green bean back into the bowl. “Brooke, I’m sorry if you feel I’ve pushed you into this relationship… I don’t know why, but you provoke something deep in me, and I selfishly want you all to myself. But I also see that that’s the old me, and I’m trying not to be that person any longer.”

Brooklyn inhaled deeply, trying to find her thoughts was difficult enough, but finding words for those thoughts felt impossible. “Jen… I don’t feel like you pushed me into this, but yeah, it has all happened very fast. I don’t fuuly understand what this is,” Brooklyn motioned between the two of them, “But I do feel something for you I’ve never felt for anyone before… I think its love… actually, I want it to be—but if I’m honest with myself… I don’t know really know.”

Jennifer nodded as she reached out and took Brooklyn’s hands into her own, “This is what I mean. I’m so sorry, Brooke. I’m in a different stage of life than you are, and I’m supposed to be more mature—able to make better decisions, but I think I’ve managed to make a real mess of things.”

“That’s not true,” Brooklyn protested. “And you’re sounding like you’re going to break up with me. I don’t want that.”

“I don’t either,” Jennifer agreed, “but I need to do what’s best for you, and not be so focused on what I want.”

Brooklyn blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to wick away the threatening tears, “Where’s this coming from?,” she demanded, sitting up in her chair, “You have looked out for me, Jen. When I asked you about being an escort, you pushed back and told me no. You haven’t broken the trust I’ve put in you.”

“I’ve tried not to, but I haven’t always put you first. And I think you need the freedom to live a little; have some experiences, maybe even with a guy,” Jennifer said, a tear running down her own cheek.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Brooklyn spat, pulling her hands away and standing from her chair. “I thought things were going really well. I’m happy—or at least I was a few minutes ago.”

Jennifer looked crestfallen but resolute, “Something happened recently, and it took until just now for me to know what I needed to do.”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Brooklyn demanded, wiping several tears from her cheeks but refusing to cry outright cry.

Jennifer’s shoulder’s slumped ever so slightly, like an involuntary motion made to show that she’d already made her decision. “Brooke, listen, I think it might be for the best if you went to stay with mum and dad for a while. Just while I work through some—”

“—Fuck you,” Brooklyn said coldly, her voice now like steel, hard and cold. Without listening further, Brooklyn strode into the older girl’s room, grabbed her rucksack, and started stuffing some of her effects into its pockets.

“Brooke,” Jennifer said, entering the room, her voice filled with frustration, “Stop this. What are you doing?” The redhead tried to step in front of the younger girl, but Brooklyn moved quickly around her and picked up her trainers from under the bed. “Brooke,” Jennifer said more forcefully, “I need you to stop and listen to me for a minute.”

“I’m listening,” Brooklyn said, sitting on the floor to put the shoes on her feet.

Jennifer gave a sigh of exasperation, “Don’t be a child. I need you to listen.” Brooklyn shot the older woman a scathing look, but Jennifer pressed on, “Damnit!” she swore, finally breaking through to the dark-haired girl. “I’m not bloody playing around. A man is coming here to the flat to talk to me in a few minutes. I need you to stay in the other room while we’re talking. But I promise that once he leaves, we’ll talk. I’ll drive you up to mum and dad’s and I’ll try to explain everything.”

Brooklyn rolled her eyes and looked away. She felt betrayed and angry. And despite having very little money, she didn’t care where she went, as long as it wasn’t here. “I’ll do you one better,” Brooklyn spoke hotly but didn’t elaborate further as she grabbed her rucksack and turned for the door.

“Brooklyn!” Jennifer cried, grabbing onto the younger girl’s rucksack. A sudden knock at the door stopped her in her tracks, “Brooklyn,” Jennifer whispered loudly. “Just wait!”

The dark-haired girl stood in place and stared hard at who she was already starting to think was her former girlfriend. Fuck this, she thought over and over. But the knock sounded again, so she decided to wait at least for a few minutes before she fled the flat.

Seemingly convinced that Brooklyn wasn’t going to run off—at least for the moment, Jennifer went to the door.

Brooklyn watched as a tall, well-built, dark-skinned man entered the flat. He almost filled the entire frame of the door as he stepped inside.

“Long time,” the man said to Jennifer in the lowest voice Brooklyn had ever heard, and even though the man had only spoken bursa escort bayan two words, she could tell he was American.

“Long time,” Jennifer repeated closing the door once he’d passed the threshold.

Brooklyn’s eyes met Jennifer’s and she felt some of the fight leave her. It was obvious this man held some power over her.

“Brooklyn,” Jennifer said, gesturing toward the massive black man, “This is Deacon. Deacon, this is Brooklyn.”

The man nodded once at Brooklyn, and if felt as if his eyes were boring directly into her soul. “And how old are you, Brooklyn?” Deacon asked her.

Brooklyn’s lip’s pursed. Who the bloody hell was this, and who asked someone their age when they first met? Despite the man’s size, Brooklyn wasn’t going to bend like a blade of grass. “Younger than you obviously.”

The man chuckled, his bass voice a rumble like boulders rolling down a mountainside, “Fair enough firefly.” Deacon slowly turned toward Jennifer. “We have business to discuss.”

Jennifer nodded and then looked at Brooklyn, “Please wait,” she pleaded, and the look of desperation in her eye poked something in Brooklyn’s heart, but still Brooklyn stood her ground, not giving the older girl any kind of answer.

With a heavy sigh, Jennifer motioned towards their—no, her room. It was her room now, Brooklyn thought to herself, a renewed flash of anger filling her guts.

A moment later Jennifer shut the door, leaving Brooklyn standing alone in the middle of the flat. Brooklyn took several deep breaths, steeling herself for what she wanted to do, but at the same time didn’t want to do. She turned to the door and was a second away from leaving when an idea struck her.

Quickly, Brooklyn moved to the kitchen table and grabbed Jennifer’s mobile from her purse. She knew the security code and had it open and was searching for the security app just as inaudible voices began to sound from under the bedroom door. Seconds later she could see everything in the room. Deacon sat straddling the desk chair so that his arms rested atop the chair’s back. Jennifer sitting on the edge of the bed, looking apprehensive to the point of fearful.

“…business for myself I hope,” Deacon spoke, his tone low, but loud enough that Brooklyn could understand if she kept the phone close to her ear.

“Lovely,” was all Jennifer would say, her form stiff as if she wanted to be prepared to jump in a moment’s notice.

Deacon’s shoulders rose and then fell sharply, “Jen,” he spoke, his voice filled with familiarity. “I don’t blame you for avoiding me, but you need to remember what I did for you.”

Jennifer’s posture softened, “I remember.”

“Good,” the large black man said, “because I’m going to need you to return the favor.”

What the bloody hell? Brooklyn thought, straining to hear every word. What did Jennifer owe this man?

“How can I possibly repay you, Deacon,” Jennifer said, her tone and facial expression further softening Brooklyn’s heart. There was something serious going on, Jennifer was telling the truth about that.

“…It’s not like it was,” Deacon said, Brooklyn only catching the end of the sentence. “I got my own shot here, and I’m gonna take it.”

“Good… that’s great. So why are you here?”

“Always to the point, eh Jen. That’s one of your many assets I like,” Deacon said, speaking the work, assets, slowly and deliberately. He looked to smile, but the angle of the camera didn’t capture his face well enough for Brooklyn to be sure. Then, “I’ve done some poking around since I got out, and it looks like you’ve built up your own little business.”

“It’s just me, and it’s just sex,” Jennifer said quickly. “I’m not running girls. I just take care of a few clients to make ends meet.”

Deacon gestured toward the door, “Oh? You’re not recruiting that cute little number out in the kitchen?”

Jennifer shook her head, “No,” she spoke sharply, but then seemed to pause for a moment before saying, “She’s a friend of my sisters. That’s all.”

Brooklyn felt a punch in the gut at what she’d heard. She was just Aimee’s friend. The thought made her angry. No, they hadn’t been together long, but she had let herself open up to the older girl. She’d trusted her.

Looking at the phone’s screen again, she saw the behemoth of a man splay his hands and speak, but she was done listening. Dropping the phone to the table, Brooklyn picked up her rucksack and strode for the door. Everything in her screamed at her to stop, but she wasn’t listening. She walked past the elevator and instead headed for the stairs. Descending the steps two at a time, she hit the ground floor and started walking away from the building, forcing herself not to look back.

It didn’t matter where she went as long as it was away from here. How could she have been so stupid? She asked herself as she began to jog. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she was glad that it was dark out and the lockdown kept people in their homes because it meant that no one was in the street escort bursa to see her cry. Brooklyn hated crying and she angrily cursed herself now for doing it.

“Where in the fuck am I going?” Brooklyn said, voicing her frustration. She had jogged and then walked for over an hour, and now the River Thames was directly in front of her. The evening’s mist had turned into a light rain, and her jumper was starting to soak through, the cold beginning to seep in. She had never felt more helpless or more alone. She was acting like a child, she knew, and it was only her wounded pride that kept her from going back to Jennifer’s flat, but knowing it didn’t seem to make any difference.

Finally, the rain became too much, and so Brooklyn found a temporary construction walkway to take to take shelter in. It was at least covered and had walls on two sides. Squatting down, Brooklyn wrapped her arms around her knees to try and warm herself. She should have been in her warm bed at school, her only worries being over University acceptance exams. Her dream of attending University felt like it only slipped further and further away the harder she tried to hang onto it.

A scuffling noise sounded to her right. She looked down the walkway and spotted a bearded man dressed in all black. He looked like a fifty-gallon drum with legs. A pang of fear and panic made her stomach turn cold. He was effectively blocking the far end of the walkway, but at least he wasn’t approaching. She stood and turned to walk the other way, but as soon as her eyes focused on the path, she saw that someone else was blocking the other end of the walkway.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered to herself, trying to force the rising fear away.

“Miss Ryan,” the second man spoke, his voice a low rumble, but easily heard over the rain hitting the plywood roof overhead.

Brooklyn recognized the voice before her eyes could make out his face. It was Deacon. What in the hell did he want? And how had he found her?

“What do you want?” Brooklyn said, moving to where she was equidistant to the two men.

“Only to take you home, girl,” he said, his voice calm and unhurried. He took a step into the end of the walkway.

“Stop, or I’ll start screaming,” Brooklyn threatened.

“Maybe for a few seconds, but only the homeless are gonna to hear it. Do me a favor and just chill the fuck out. I’m only here to take you back home.”

The large black man started walking toward her. Brooklyn looked frantically for an escape. Staring at the plywood wall in front of her, she could tell that it had been exposed to the elements for a long time. The faded white paint had almost all peeled away, and a seam was visible between two sheets where a supportive stud was missing. Knowing she had no other options, Brooklyn kicked at the wall with the heel of her foot. The seam became slightly wider. She doubled her effort and kicked again, pushing the wall covering out almost enough to fit herself through. One more kick and she’d—

A heavy hand with a vice-like grip grabbed her suddenly by her upper arm. The black man had been impossibly fast to have gotten to her already. Brooklyn pulled away as hard as she could, but the reaction only caused her shoulder to protest in pain. She scurried frantically, her feet failing to find purchase against the smoothness of the plywood floor as Deacon almost effortlessly pulled her along. She began to scream, but the massive hand shook her so hard that she abruptly stopped. She’d never been manhandled like this in her life.

“Just don’t,” Deacon said, pulling her towards an SUV. Brooklyn knew nothing of cars, but this one did look expensive. “I’m only taking you home.”

Brooklyn stopped fighting and the man’s grip eased enough that she could feel the blood begin to flow down her arm again. Her hand tingled from the sensation.

“That’s not my home,” Brooklyn cried, letting herself be pulled along like a powerless lamb. She hated this feeling of helplessness.

The bearded man she’d seen earlier climbed into the car’s driver seat, while Deacon pushed her into the backseat, following directly behind her and only letting her go once he had taken his seat.

“Bloody pedos,” Brooklyn spat, rubbing the already forming bruise on her upper arm. The car quickly retracing her route back to Jennifer’s flat.

The man named Deacon only chuckled at her insult. They drove in silence for several minutes before he reached into his jacket, removed a small card, and handed it to her, “If you ever want to make some good money, give me call.”

Acting without thinking, Brooklyn took the card. The car stopped and the doors unlocked. The large man made no move toward her but motioned to the door with a slight uptick of his shaved head. Brooklyn held her breath and got out of the car.

“Brooklyn,” Jennifer cried, running out into the rain as the car sped off behind her. “Oh, thank god they found you.”

The older girl stopped when she saw Brooklyn step back into the street. It was obvious Jennifer had been worried—even crying as her eyes were red and the skin around them was puffy.

“I’m fine,” Brooklyn said, turning and walking away, her pride and anger still too fresh to let her reconcile with her former ‘girlfriend.’

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Candy stood at the counter of the local drive in. Smiling, she looked at the clock because she knew that soon it would be time for her young heart to go flitter-flutter! The tingling usually accompanied the time when he pulled into slot number 12 and ordered his usual cherry-cola like he always did.

“Damint Candy, quit day-dreaming girl,” her manager Mr. Johnson barked! Mr. Johnson was a fitting name for the man. He was a prick through and through. He had a job to do she knew, but it was just that being an asshole seemed to come so naturally to the man. Candy glared at him, her piercing blue eyes cutting holes in him. How she hated being talked to like that by him. It’s not that she minded being around a man who took control, it’s just that she was selective on when she wanted to be talked down to. Usually it was when she was buck naked with her legs wrapped around a man’s waist and he had his dick buried deep within the softness of her honey blonde pussy hair. “Ok Mr. Johnson,” she said as she got back to her cleaning assignment.

Hurrying along, she finished the chore and washed her hands, careful not to scrub the hot pink polish that matched her cotton panties that she had on. She always accessorized herself like that. Panties matching the color of her fingernail polish. Her usual moods were blue for the times when she wanted it nice and slow, black when she wanted it hard and dirty, white when she was in her “virginal” mood and like tonight, hot pink for when she was hot to trot! It had come to be her trademark so to speak around town.

“Welcome to Darrin’s Drive in. May I take your order?”

“I’d like a large cherry cola,” the deep male voice came over the intercom. Candy’s knees became weak when she heard his voice and she had to hold onto the counter to keep them from buckling.

“I’ll take that one,” Candy said as if she were the boss as she spun around.

“No it’s ok, I’ll take it,” another young girl said.

“I said I’ll take it,” Candy said with a voice that would cut through steel. The other girl shook her head and backed off. There was no way in HELL that she was going to let Marsha take her call. I mean after all, she had her dibs on this guy and as far as she was concerned she was not going to give an inch.

“Ok Candy. You don’t have to get your panties in a wad,” the brunette said and walked off to do other things. The girl had no idea that if she had a chance she would have her panties in a wad on the floor and have this man’s hard cock deep within her. “If only,” she sighed longingly. She moved around the corner where nobody could see her and pulled her skirt up just a little, showing a little more thigh than she usually did. Nobody noticed the difference in length when she picked up the drink and backed up to the door and out into the coolness of the night air.

“Here you are sir,” she said as she walked up to the car. “That’ll be one dollar and fifty eight cents sir,” she said in her sexy little voice. The man smiled and Candy watched him as he raised his hips slightly and began to dig in his pocket. Her eyes riveted on his crotch. “Damn,” she said under her breath as he took a roll of money out of it and pulled two crisp one-dollar bills off. Candy knew deep down inside her that it was the wad between his legs or the wad of bills that he always seemed to have with him that made her all fidgety. What really made her all tingly inside was the car that he drove! That’s right folks, it wasn’t really him, it wasn’t really his money, it was the long sleek hunk of chrome and rubber that the man sat his ass in. Her pussy tingled as she reached forward and took the money from him. “That’ll be forty two cents back,” she said as she clicked the coins from the belt and handed them back toward him. He never tipped, never. But that didn’t really matte to her, she got to look at the man in the candy-apple red 1964 Cadillac Coupe DeVille.

Just as Candy’s fingers reached the window, she let her fingers open just a little and she said, “Oh, I’m so sorry sir,” as she heard the coins hit the concrete drive. She wasn’t really sorry for her clumsiness, in fact she had done it on purpose. “I’ll get that,” she said as she turned and bent over pretending to search for the coins. The youngster smiled because she could almost hear his breath escape his lips as he got a good peek of her hot pink panties! His eyes burned into her soft tanned skin of her tender young legs. This is the part she loved most about her minimum wage job, the old “Oh my goodness, I dropped your change,” routine that she always played for him. Candy felt the coolness of the evening air as it moved up the backs of her upper thighs and tickled the wet spot that she knew was forming in the crotch of her panties. If he only knew how very damp they really were he would probably want to reach over and stick his finger deep between her moist lips. Of course, she knew that he wouldn’t but she could dream couldn’t she? She stayed bent over for as long as she could without being so obvious that her manager would come bursa escort out to see what was going on. Pulling herself back to a standing position, straightening her skirt and pulling it back down to her normal length, she walked back to the window of the shiny red car.

“Here you go sir,” she said as she clicked the correct change off again.

“Don’t worry about it sweetie,” he said, flashing a pearly white smile at the young girl.

“Are you sure?” she asked as she played her game for the hundredth time.

“I’m very sure,” he smiled. Candy looked down and the lump that had been in his crotch earlier was a little bigger now. The feeling between her legs grew as she looked over his automobile. The white leather seats glistened in the light of the canopy overhead. Dropping the change back in the coin holder she winked and turned to walk away. “Wait a minute miss,” he said and she stopped immediately. “Come here girl,” he said. Candy turned back and walked to him. “Yes sir,” she asked?

“What time do you get off tonight,” rolled off his tongue as she stood there. She tried not to let her mouth drop open. She had hoped for this question to be asked for many nights now and now, finally the moment was at hand! Her pussy quivered with delight!

“Um,” she said as she looked down, trying to act shy. “I get off about 9 o’clock. Why do you ask?”

“I was wondering if you wanted to come over for a drink after work,” he asked? Candy’s knees grew weak for the second time this evening. Her painted fingers gripped the shiny chrome door handle and she wondered if his cock were as hard as this piece of plated metal.

Candy turned on her innocent charm as her eyes met his large brown ones. “Um, I dunno’,” she said as she looked around, not wanting anyone to overhear the conversation at hand.

“Come on, it’s just one little drink. I promise that I won’t try anything funny,” he said as he played his coy little game with her. Who was going to be there to protect him, her mind asked and she tried not to giggle, and continued with her innocent little girl routine. “I’ve got to study for my S.A.T. test so I can get into college this fall,” she lied.

“Come on, it’ll just be one little drink. What do you say, um Candy,” he asked as his eyes looked at the nametag on her uniform vest.

“I don’t even know your name,” she said, her nervousness really starting to kick in for real.

“It’s John,” he said as he handed her his wallet that was opened to his driver’s license. Candy’s fingers tingled as she took the leather into her hand and looked at it. Candy’s pussy was screaming for her to accept but her mind was telling her that she had better tell him no. “How do I know this is real,” she asked as she winked at him.

“Every thing about me is real sugarpants,” he said as he touched her painted nails. Candy felt a surge of electrical current run up her crotch the moment he touched her fingers and her pussy began to throb. Candy gripped the handle of the automobile with al her might as he kept them against her fingers. A small eruption began inside her, the coolness of the breeze that wafted across her panty crotch and the feeling of his hands and the car taking it’s toll on the young girl. “Oh god,” she moaned softly and she held on tightly to the chrome handle, waiting for her mini-orgasm to subside.

“Are you ok Candy,” he asked, not sure what was going on?

Candy stood there as she cum in front of the man and he didn’t even know! “Um, yeah,” she said. “It’s just that I’m under a lot of stress with the test and all,” she lied.

“Oh, ok,” he said, a disappointed look spreading across his mature face. “I just thought I’d ask. If you change your mind, you know the address.” Candy looked one last time at his license. The man was in his forties. He was old enough to be her father and she was seriously considering this!

“I’m sorry, ” she said as she released his wallet, “I’d like to, but I can’t.”

“It’s ok. I understand,” he said as he took his wallet back, lifted his hips and pushed it into his jean pocket. Candy’s eyes once again locked on his crotch and she noticed that it was not as big as it had been minutes earlier. “Bye Candy,” John said as he started his Cadillac. The gentle rumble of the motor reverberated throughout her body and then she released the door handle as he put it into reverse and backed out and pulled away.

“Dumb bitch! Dumb bitch! Dumb bitch,” she kept saying to herself over and over as she turned and walked back into the restaurant and walked in.

“What’s wrong Candy,” Mr. Johnson asked her as he looked at her flushed face.

“I just don’t feel very well Mr. Johnson,” she said as she walked to the cash register and made change.

“If you’re coming down with something it would be ok if you went home. Business is kinda’ slow tonight.”

That was just like Mr. Johnson. He was a prick, but he protected the girls just like they were his own children. “Are you sure?” she asked, sensing the sensitivity in his voice.

“I bursa escort bayan said I was,” he almost barked at her, blushing because she had picked up on his one weakness. “Besides,” he continued as he wiped down the counter, “I can’t have you staying here and making the customers and everyone else sick!”

Candy smiled and winked at him. “Thanks’ Mr. J,” she said as she took off her coin belt and put it on the counter. “You’re a sweetheart.”

Mr. Johnson mumbled something incoherent and Candy walked out to the door to her car. The leather smell of the leather interior was like home to her. Nothing but nothing beat the smell of fresh leather in her mind. Reaching for her cell phone, she dialed her home. “Hello?” her dad said on the other end.

“Hi daddy,” she began, “I’m still at work and I was just calling to let you know that they want me to stay over tonight.”

“What time will you be home?” he asked.

“It will probably be late. The health inspector is coming over tomorrow and he wants to make sure that it passes inspection.”

Candy waited as she could almost hear her daddy think. “Ok sugar,” he said after a pause, “but hurry home right after. I worry about you being out there at night.” Candy smiled as she thought about how lucky se was to have a mom and dad that cared about her. It made it all the harder to call and lie to them, but lie she did. “Ok daddy. Thanks. I love you daddy!”

“I love you too sugar. Remember, hurry home after work!” Candy pushed the “end” button on her cell phone and her hands were shaking as she reached for the ignition and put her car into drive. “What the hell am I doing,” she asked herself? She knew what she was doing. She was doing what her body wanted. She was doing what her pussy craved!

Candy drove the short distance to the Applegate Apartment complex and pulled into the parking garage. “Was it apartment 330 or 332?” She couldn’t remember for sure. She pulled into a parking space and sat there, contemplating what she would do next. Her dilemma was answered when she saw him pull his car into the garage. Her heart went thump in her chest as he drove up and parked directly next to her. Leaning back in the seat, she wanted to turn back now but knew that there was no way that she was going to stop.

John turned off his car and she saw as he opened the door. The dome light made the white interior of the Caddy glow. Her hand nervously moved forward and she gently tapped the horn. John looked up and smiled as Candy opened her door and got out.

“I guess you decided to accept my offer for a drink?” he asked. Candy shook her head. All the intoxication she needed was right there at her fingertips. She touched the red car and leaned across the top. “Take me for a ride,” she said as she opened the door and sat down. The man smiled and got back inside.

“Where do you want to go Candy,” he asked as he turned the key.

“Just drive John. Just drive,” was all she said as he pulled out of the parking space. Candy leaned back and closed her eyes as the power of the V8 engine made her one with the road. Her own engine was fully engaged and they drove without so much as a word until finally she looked at him. “This buggy got any air?”

“Four-sixty air,” he said chuckling as he turned onto a long stretch of highway.

“Four-sixty air?”

“Yeah, you know, four windows down and sixty miles an hour!” They both laughed as John put his foot on the gas. “Hang on girl,” he said as the electric motors that drove the windows hummed. The breeze was intense as they moved quickly down the highway. Candy long blonde hair moved freely around as she took in the feeling of power all around her young body. “They don’t make them like this any more,” he said as the speedometer climbed into the seventies.

“That’s for damn sure John,” she replied back to him. It was crazy she knew. It was really crazy to be getting into a car with a man she didn’t even know. What was crazier however was the way that the feeling of the leather seat clinging to her thighs was making her feel.

“Where to,” he asked once again?

“Anywhere that’s dark and secluded,” she said as she reached over and her hand touched his crotch. Candy gently squeezed his dick and she felt it grow under her touch.

“What,” he asked, not sure what he was hearing.

“Do I have to draw you a fucking picture!” she almost yelled as one of her hands moved under her skirt and she began to rub her wet pussy.

“Are you sure Candy,” he asked to make sure.

Candy didn’t answer. She moved her hand and put it under the edge of her shirt. John watched in amazement as she pulled her shirt over her head and then reached behind her and pulled her lacy white bra from her shoulders. “Shit,” he said as he found the first exit and took it way too fast.

“Hurry John. I can’t wait much longer,” she said as she raised her hips and pulled her panties down, taking her feet out of them. “Please hurry!”

Candy reached over and took hold of his cock and it had grown escort bursa to a very respectable size. “Mmmmm,” she said as she squeezed it a little harder this time. Sweat began to form on her back and ass as she leaned across the leather seat. The nipples from her young firm breasts stood out hard and firm like large chunks of candy as she rubbed her pussy.

John found a dark road and quickly turned the corner and soon saw a clearing in what appeared to be a hay field. He pushed hard on the brake so as not to miss the road and then turned. Spying a group of trees, he moved slowly along the path that a farmer had used to park his equipment under and slowly moved along the trail. With each dip in the old dirt road Candy moaned because it would cause her finger to move against her aching clit. John pulled up and turned the engine off to his Caddy. “Hurry John, I don’t think my aching pussy can take it much longer,” the young girl moaned as he got out of the car and moved around to where she sat.

“Get out,” he ordered as he flung the door open and took hold of her arm. Candy obeyed and the soft glow of the dome light made the blood churn in his groin. He moved closer to the young girl and as he touched her she melted against him. “Oh my god,” she moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her young body against his. “I need you so bad John.”

John backed the young girl against the car and pressed his hard cock into her stomach. The rough feel of the cotton jeans against her skin sent another round of sensations into the young girl. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” she screamed into the stillness of the countryside. John’s hand moved down to her ass and he cupped it and began to kiss her on the neck. “Not yet,” he whispered as he kissed her shoulder. It was too late for her to stop now. John sensed that she was past the point of no return so he stepped back and dropped to his knees. The smell of her pussy was so close and he put his hand under the calf of her leg and put it on his shoulder. “Yessssss….” she groaned as she felt his face move into her soft pubic hair. The sweet nectar of her pussy filled his nostrils. The girl pulled him tightly into her crotch as his hand moved back and he began to caress the soft ass cheeks of the young girl. “Oh god yes, please eat my fucking pussy John.”

He pulled his face away from her and smiled. “Ok Candy,” he said as his finger moved down her backside and he found the opening to her ass. “Here we go girl,” he said as his finger entered her backside and he once again buried his face into her fresh young cunt. “Oh fuck! Oh god! Oh fucking yes…….!” she squealed as he began to finger her butt and lick against her tender bush. “My…” she groaned, “god,” she panted as his tongue found her hard clit and he sucked it into her mouth.

Candy used her leg to pull John’s face into her pussy as hard as she could. All that could be heard was the muffled sounds of John as he took in her sweet pussy juice. Candy’s fingers began to move through his thick black hair and she cooed with pleasure as John licked her to the breaking point.

As suddenly as he began, John stopped. “You’re not gonna finish yet girl,” he said as he stood up.

“D-d-don’t stop now baby,” she begged as he moved her leg and stood up.

“Oh I’m not gonna stop baby. I’ve only just begun.” With that, John moved to her and took her tightly to him and pressed his lips against hers. The pungent smell of her own pussy now filled her nostrils. In the past she had touched herself and then tasted it but she had never had so much of her juices pressed against her lips. John could tell that she was not repulsed by it so he pushed his tongue into her mouth and was delighted when hers met his.

John’s cock was aching as he stayed pressed into her. “I’m gonna fuck you royal you little tease,” he said after he had pulled his lips from hers. He thrust his hips forward and Candy’s eyes grew big as she realized that for the first time in her life she was going to be fucked by a man and not one of those little school boys. “Wait,” she whispered. “We need protection!”

“Not a problem,” John said as he pulled away from her and moved into the front seat of his car. Inside the glove compartment he found what he was looking for. He stood up and waved the little foil package that held a condom and smiled at her. “Boyscouts are always prepared for everything,” he said as he smiled brightly. “Wait,” he paused, “I think I forgot something,” he said as he moved back into the car.

“What,” she asked, wanting his prick deep inside her. “What else do you need?”

“These,” he said as he held up her pink cotton panties. “Oh and these too,” he said as he held up her bra.

“What for?” she asked, her nervousness suddenly replacing her excitement.

“Turn around and you’ll find out girl,” he said.

“What?”

“I said turn around!” John said as he took her by the arm and pushed her toward the front fender of the car. Candy struggled but he was too quick for her and before she knew what was happening he had pulled her hands behind her back and had her bra wrapped around her wrists. “No John, you don’t have to do this,” she begged as he looked down on her sweet ass that was glowing in the moonlight.

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I’m sitting alone in the bar you told me to meet you at. Dressed as you instructed, so you know how to find me. Though we did exchange pictures, the bar is dark and I don’t notice you watching me from across the room. You wait, letting my nerves and anticipation build, watching me sip my drink a little too frequently to pass off as casual. Just as I finish my drink and am about to give up you approach me, a second drink in hand, and sit down with a smile.

We start talking, not about anything specific, but just mentally feeling each other out to make sure we click. Considering the time we have planned ahead of us we’re both very happy to find that we do. You quietly laugh to yourself as I prove that I get a little too chatty when I’m nervous, but you find it sort of cute instead of annoying like I worried you would. You start lightly touching me, not enough to be overtly sexual, but in a way that shows you have intent.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched that way, since before my children were born…before the weight gain and the babies, the exhaustion and the age. The way you touch me reminds me that I’m not as bursa escort old as I feel, and it almost makes me feel sexy again. Without realizing it I’ve finished my second drink.

Your eyes move from me to the door, where another man is waiting. You give a slight nod and he walks off to the bar. I barely have time to notice before you have my attention back on you, chatting again. The warmth of the alcohol spreads through me, it’s been years since I’ve had more than one drink, and I can feel it affecting me much more easily than it did in my early 20’s.

The man from the door places a third drink in front of me then sits down on my other side without a word. I turn to say something but you firmly keep my attention on you. I feel his hand try to slide between my legs under the table and I resist. You frown slightly, lean in and whisper in my ear “now now, be a Good Girl.” The phrase sense a special sensation through me, as you knew it would, and I part my legs to allow your friend access.

His hand is quick and strong. I can tell he knows how to touch a woman. I was already slightly damp from the excitement of knowing a bit bursa escort bayan about what was coming, but his fingers quickly have my panties drenched. I alternate between frantically glancing around the bar worried that people can see and closing my eyes relishing in the feelings he’s creating. You don’t seem to mind that I’m not able to carry on quite as easy of a conversation at this point.

You lean close again, to any passerby it would look like you were intimately kissing my neck, and slip one hand into my bra. Twisting my nipple between your fingers you ask me if I’m about to cum. I nod, afraid if I said anything it would come out as a loud attention grabbing moan. You bite my neck softly and push your friends hand away.

“Not yet.” He says as he gets up to leave.

It’s literally the only thing he’s said to me all night, and he says it as he walks out. I want to cry out in frustration. I feel your hand leave my body too and through the haze of my sexual excitement I hear you telling me it’s time to go. I take one quick nerve steeling swig from my untouched third drink and I follow you out of the bar. You know if escort bursa you’d let me cum I may have talked myself out of tonight, keeping me on the brink ensures I’ll follow you.

We fall back into to chatting again as we make our way to your hotel room, though the conversation has taken on more sexual undertones. You can tell I’m still nervous but the drinks combined with my near orgasm have me eager to get to your room. You’re kissing my neck (you’ve found the back of my neck makes me especially responsive) and caressing my breasts in the elevator, keeping my excitement heightened. I fidget nervously as you open the door. The lights are all off and it’s nearly black in the room as the door closes behind us. I feel you press against me from behind, the hardness of your cock rubbing against me. You lightly bite my neck again, both hands down the front of my shirt twisting and pinching my nipples.

You move your hands up and put pressure on my shoulders, clearly intending for me to kneel, I’m confused for a moment though since you’re still behind me…until your friend steps in to view. His naked form barely visible in the darkness of the room.

“Open your mouth like a Good Girl” you command, “and prepare to be filled like the slut you want to be.”

I smile greedily and swallow your friend’s cock as I hear your belt coming off…

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After being married for sixteen years, one gets to know their partner rather well. Even in a marriage as fantastic as ours, sometimes things go off course. Lately I had begun to sense that my husband Max wasn’t feeling fully satisfied. Although nothing had changed in our day to day life, our interactions in the bedroom could be categorized as less than stellar of late. There was not a doubt in my mind that we were still madly in love and remained best friends, but I had grown concerned about Max’s ability to feel fully satisfied with our sex life over the past few months. I, on the other hand, felt that our twice weekly interactions were sufficient.

Now, don’t get me wrong; I would have been happy to provide more sex, but that wouldn’t have changed that fact that the ultimate spark was missing. I knew I had to deal with this issue or risk the love of my life living in a way that was not completely fulfilling. Sex had become more important to him than it was to me over the years, as often happens in long standing marriages.

Something seemed to have changed with Max over the past few months and it was up to me to help us through it as he wasn’t the type to “rock the boat” as the saying goes. In all our years of marriage, Max had never raised a complaint; for that, alone, I owed him. I wanted to see my husband live a life of satisfaction and bliss. What good wife doesn’t?

We met in college and had one of those fairytale love stories. He was the all-star quarterback and I, the doting cheerleader girlfriend. The two of us have been inseparable since meeting in our freshman year. Unlike many of our friends and relatives, Max and I enjoy one of those easy relationships where we just loved the same things and were happiest being together.

We still spent weekends faithfully watched our beloved Vikings (I know, I know!) attempt to win football games, enjoyed fine dining and participated in lots outdoor activities together. Many of his friends remarked that they wished their wives would enjoy, or at least tolerate, sports. Behind my back, according to Max, they also remarked that they wished their wives were “as hot as Vanessa”.

I often heard Max joke with his buddies, “You are welcome to look at my cute little wife, but it’s strictly hands off. If one of you jerks ever so much as laid a hand on my Vanessa, I would have to kill you.”

The guys would often respond with comments like, “Dude, we’d never lay a hand on her. She scares us WAY more than you ever have! She can definitely take care of herself!”

The real joke was that I was a very tough, self-reliant kind of woman. Max wanted to be seen as my big protector, but I was fiercely independent. If we had an area of contention, it might be this one. He liked to control things in a caring way, but I never seemed to require it because I was so “in control”. We managed to work it out because we loved one another. He took care of me in many ways that counted and I occasionally call on him to be my protector.

As founder, owner and CEO of a large start-up retail fashion chain, I made decisions daily that impacted many people. My company was founded to provide employment opportunities for disenfranchised women and I was serious about bursa escort its success. Some people attributed my personality to being a woman in the corporate world; I think the reverse is true in that you can’t achieve much success in business without a “take charge” personality. The point being that my husband did not marry a shrinking violet.

Maybe the guys were attracted to my long dark wavy hair or my tiny waist. Max said it was my vivacious personality and my 34 D’s! Regardless, Max and I managed to stay faithful and in love, no matter the attention paid by others. He had his fair share of admirers, too.

We both went to the gym at least three times a week and, having no children afforded us plenty of time for ourselves. I often noticed girls checking out his broad shoulders and six pack abs. At 6′ tall, 180 pounds, he tended to command attention from women, young and old, wherever he went.

Max was a professor of English at our local college, so he was surrounded by cute little co-eds on a daily basis. They often fawned over him and some paid of lot of attention to him despite the gold band he wore on his left hand every single day. I never gave a second thought to his fidelity. He told me about the girls, some of them offering to do “anything, Mr. Cooper!” for a change in their grade or simply made a play to spend time with him! We joked about it and went about our business.

As our sex life became less exciting to him, I began to wonder if my husband wished his nature would allow him to actually cheat on me. The thought of him acting on one of the offers of these nubile young co-eds actually got me the teensiest bit excited. I began to think of safe ways to allow him to experience the attention of other women and remain true to our ideals. I read up on alternative marriages and learned how other couples dealt with this sort of issue, often in very creative ways. One area that interested me was ethical non-monogamy. I wasn’t quite prepared to move on to anything concrete, but I began to ask Max for his thoughts on alternative marriage.

“Why, honey? Are you thinking of getting some satisfaction from a young stud?” he laughed.

“Babe, be serious. I realize that our sex life isn’t as active as it once was. I know that a lot of hot girls hit on you at school. Before you say anything, I know you would never have sex with one of your students. I also know that you wouldn’t cheat on me,” I said.

“But,” I went on, “I am worried that you are not fully satisfied in bed lately.”

He looked a bit shocked at my comment and tried to deny the truth. I stopped him immediately.

“Max, darling, I know how much you love me. I’m just talking about sex here, not love,” I went on. “We’ve always been honest with one another and this is not the time to deny the truth. For our marriage to continue being healthy, we must be truthful.”

He finally admitted that, although he wasn’t considering cheating at all, he would like more action in the bedroom. As I probed, he went on to tell me that he had lately developed an interest in Domination and submission (D/s) and had been reading a lot about it on the internet.

Before I was able to say anything on the D/s subject, he acknowledged that bursa escort bayan I had no interest in this area and assured me that he didn’t expect me to suddenly develop one. He hadn’t wanted to tell me of his newest interest and was amazed that I was aware that something had changed for him in the bedroom. For the past few months, he had made every attempt to maintain the status quo. That’s what I had been feeling, the fact that he was “phoning things in” during our intimate moments. We discussed this and he realized that he was wrong for not being more honest with me, despite his desire to save me from being hurt.

Our talk was great and we felt closer for having this “secret” out in the open. He was very happy that I brought it up and we both felt a lot better. Nothing in our lives changed, but we each agreed to be much more open with one another about our sex life.

Around this time, his best friend Steve contacted him with a problem. Steve’s new wife and his 20 year old daughter were having constant arguments. I recalled that, even as a child, Steve’s daughter Caitlyn had always been a handful. Now that Steve had remarried, the problems had increased. His wife was threatening to divorce him. He knew he had to do something. He also knew that Max was a professional teacher and lived a life that included a lot of personal discipline. Steve and his first wife, Samantha, had always been our “hippie” friends and were very relaxed in their rearing of Caity.

“Max, man, I know this a lot to ask. Do you and Vanessa think you might be able to take Caitlyn for a few months? I think your disciplined and stable life might be just the thing to straighten her out. She really needs help. I also need a break. My wife is ready to walk,” Steve nearly cried. He also let on that he was really fearful that Caity would get herself into serious trouble due to the people she was hanging around with and the lifestyle she had been living for the past few years. He thought that some of her friends were doing drugs and feared that Caity was not far behind in experimenting with them, though he truly believed her to be clean at this point.

Max told him that we would have to discuss it as a couple. This was a huge decision. Having a 20 year old move into our home was a big change. Max really wanted to help his friend. He also wanted to help a young girl who was obviously struggling. Even though Steve and Max were best friends, we hadn’t seen Caitlyn since she was about 12. Steve’s first wife had taken her to Spain to live among her maternal relatives soon after their divorce. Her dad didn’t get to spend much time with her, except during their brief visits. This obviously had a huge impact on his ability to develop a relationship with the girl. We had vague memories of a very spoiled little girl who gave her father a lot of trouble during holidays.

After a long discussion, we decided to help the family out. Max called Steve back and had a heart to heart talk with him.

“Steve, I would love to help, but there have to be rules.”

“Whatever you say, Max. I trust you 100%!”

“I am going to create a lot of rules and place restrictions on her. She will have to follow all of them to the letter. If she violates escort bursa a rule, I will enforce a strict punishment. We have to start from square one. These are things that should have happened when she was younger. I’ll have to speak with her. Have her Face Time me tonight so we can go over this,” Max said.

I was seated on the sofa in the office and Max was behind his desk when the call from Caitlyn came in on FaceTime. I noticed that he raised his eyebrows, but I didn’t think much of it at the time.

“Good evening, Caitlyn,” began Max.

“Hello, Uncle Max. How are you?” Caitlyn said.

“I’m well. I’ve heard some distressing things from your dad, Caity. Based on what I’m seeing, I can tell that they must be true,” he said.

“Oh, Uncle Max, don’t believe everything you hear!” she chuckled.

“Do you think that this is a joke, Caity?” he asked.

“No, but my dad and step-monster are out of control.”

“Caitlyn, do you want to come to Florida to stay with Aunt Vanessa and me?” Max asked.

“Well, I guess anything is better than living with the witch,” she said.

“If we decide to allow you to live with us, there will be rules. It won’t be like living with your dad. If you violate one of my rules, you will be punished,” he stressed.

She laughed, “What are you going to do, Uncle Max? Spank me?”

“Quite possibly. There may be other punishments, as well. You may be placed on restrictions. You require a lot of discipline, my dear!” he responded.

I heard a gasp over the screen and walked over to look.

I was shocked to see that, for the FaceTime chat, Caity had worn a very short skirt and a tight tank top. Her white lacy bra was peeking out of her shirt and I could see that she was a girl who liberally applied her makeup. She had black leather boots on with heels that were at least four inches high!

I looked down and noticed that Max was as hard as a rock! What were we getting ourselves into? She was a stunning young lady, if a tad slutty looking. Her long blonde hair fell in waves over her shoulders and her perky “C’s” were staring my husband right in the face. She was sitting on the bed in a lavish room meant for a much younger girl, and I noticed that her legs were spread so one could easily see her tiny pink panties quite clearly. Max was doing a great job of trying to maintain his composure.

“Caitlyn, here is your Aunt Vanessa. She will be a big part of your life from now on. I’ve decided to help you, as long as you agree to the rules.”

“Hello, Auntie,” she said barely glancing my way. She did not bother to draw her legs closer together when I arrived in front of the screen. It was obvious that I would not impact their disciplinary sessions with my presence.

“Uncle Max, I agree to whatever you want. When can I come? To your house, I mean”, she quipped.

He chuckled and said, “As soon as you can pack up your stuff and get on a plane, sweetheart.”

That night, we had the most intense sex of our lives. My husband could not get enough and he must have cum at least three times. I knew he was thinking of the fun he could have disciplining Caitlyn. I also had several very hard orgasms. Who knew that helping out a friend would guide me finding a greater appreciation of sex in my 40’s?

This young lady would require a lot of discipline and I knew that my creative husband would find some interesting ways to teach her how to behave!

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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Tanner turned onto the exit ramp when he saw the familiar blue Rest Area sign.

This specific Rest Area had become THE destination of choice for simply getting his rocks off. It was almost like a drug now.

He thought to himself suddenly that he probably wouldn’t be here again for awhile. He was 19 and about to make a late entrance into university life at last.

These thoughts he tried to place aside for now as he pushed back the restroom door and stepped into the familiar dampness.

The bathroom probably hadn’t been redone since the late 90s. It was rather old and run down looking with graffiti littered wooden stalls.

He walked past the sinks catching a brief glimpse of himself in the mirrors.

Same gel spiked brunette hair accompanied with brown eyes and a perfectly sculpted long face.

His navy blue tee shirt and black jeans clung to his almost too thin frame. His fingers were long and flexible. Perfect for what he came to this location to do.

He really ought not be there though…

His stepdad was meeting him at a Asian buffet a few exits up the highway. They ate out together quite a bit. Tanner always insisted on taking his own car.

He’d told his stepdad in a text that he might be just a little late.

Placing all such thought aside he stepped into one of the narrow wooden toilet cubicles and latched the door closed.

The reason he always stopped at this specific Rest Area was in the cubicle wall.

A big patch of duct tape covered what Tanner knew bursa escort was a small hole for sliding your cock through.

Part of him felt so lewd. He was only 19 years old. He shouldn’t be engaging in anything this seedy- right?

That was part of why it seemed so good though! It was so forbidden…

Tanner’s thoughts were cut off by the sound of the bathroom door opening.

Footsteps- and sure enough! Someone took the stall right next door.

Tanner saw black Nike sneakers under the partition and his heart sped up at a strangely exciting thought. His stepdad owned sneakers just like that…

Tanner thought quickly that the odds of this other person being his stepdad were near impossible. Lots of people wore those same sneakers.

The other guy tapped his foot and Tanner’s breath hitched. He reached for the duct tape and slowly pulled it back. He ran his open palm across the glory hole a few times and waited.

He heard a belt being unbuckled and excitement flooded him as a semi-hard cock poked through the hole.

The mushroom head was perfectly shaped and enticing.

Tanner carefully gripped it with his slender fingers. His perfect fingers drew a sharp inhale from his neighbor.

The young man wasted no time dropping to his knees to worship that gorgeous cock.

He licked one torturously slow line up the underside and stopped at the slit.

The other man moaned and Tanner opened his mouth, taking in just the head. He pulled back and ran his tongue around the mushroom teasingly.

“Shit!” the other man exclaimed in a breathy whisper.

Then Tanner bursa escort bayan decided to go for it with all his skills. He engulfed the length about halfway and slowly went down on the rest.

He held the length in his throat until he gagged and came back up for air.

The man was now fully erect at a proud seven inches.

Tanner just had to have that gorgeous mushroom inside! He undid his belt fast and lowered his jeans and red American Eagle briefs.

He slowly backed up with his ass and positioned his hole against his neighbor’s cock just enough to indicate what he wanted.

“Do it,” the other man whispered.

Tanner wasted no time obeying.

He spit a large amount of saliva into his hand and slicked up the hard cock with it.

He held the cock perfectly straight and slowly backed up until the head popped inside his muscle.

“Agh,” he gasped.

This would be a little painful without real lube, but Tanner knew to just take it slow.

When the burning lessened he slowly edged back more. The cock filled him about halfway now.

He inhaled and tried to relax as his muscle tightened and winked around the intrusive organ.

The burning lessened again and he began trying to take in the rest. He backed up and gasped when the head hit that spot deep inside.

Tanner pulled off a little and then slammed back. The rush of pleasure zipped through him again as that perfect mushroom head bumped his spot just right.

“Oh shit,” he whispered with a moan.

He began slamming back into the partition, filling himself as much as possible. He moaned each time escort bursa that cock hit his spot.

A flood of sensations zipped through his body as light seemed to flash before his eyes.

Tanner felt hot and his every nerve was alive. He moaned without abandon now as he tweaked his nipples. His cock was rock hard and stood perfectly erect.

He slammed back again and a jolt went through his every nerve. No cock had so perfectly fit him before! The pleasure far outdid any pain.

Tanner felt his orgasm building as the cock filled him again. He whimpered and the other man exhaled his own moan.

The next jolt seemed to go straight to Tanner’s cock. He felt his building orgasm rush to his cock. He wasn’t even touching it!

With one final thrust back Tanner saw a flash of light. A pearl bead of cum appeared on his slit and then a thick rope shot out.

He shook and his hands pressed into the partition as two more ropes of cum shot out.

Tanner slowly pulled off the member. His body was shaking. His senses were overwhelmed in a wash of pleasure.

He didn’t think. He unlatched the stall door and dashed out of the restroom.

He’d needed air!

The waves of pleasure from his orgasm were less now. He leaned against a tree and decided he just had to see the man whose cock had given him the best orgasm of his life.

Finally the restroom door swung open.

A man with gelled silver hair and near wrinkle free handsome face stepped out..

Tanner felt like a brick dropped into his stomach. It was his stepdad!

The 19 year old wrapped his arms around himself and shuddered with lust.

To think…best orgasm of his life…

It was like his stepdad’s cock had been made just for his asshole!

“Oh daddy,” he whispered to the open air. “What am I going to do?”

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I practically sped home and almost ran to my front door. I couldn’t wait another minute to get home and tell my wife the good news. The “good edited news” of course.

“Honey, I’ve got some bad… and GREAT news!”

“Okay… well, let me have it.”

“Well, I actually lost my job today… but, before you freak out, I immediately got another job, making more per hour than I was before!”

“How is that possible? How does someone get another job so quickly?”

“Uhh… I guess you can say the hiring manager thought I was a natural. He even sampled my work.”

That part kind of made me giggle inside. It kind of got me hot knowing what I would be doing for money now, and that my wife and friends would never ever find out.

“I guess that is great honey. We obviously could use the money… with all the bills and all. I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks baby.”

Later that night, after my wife went to bed, I called the bookstore. I wanted to find out when I could come in to work again. The man I spoke to at the store told me to call the owner later on that evening and he would give me a schedule.

“Hello, is this John?”

“Yes, how can I help you?”

“I’m Ben… I was hired for the new job today.”

“Ohh… you’re our new cocksucker?”

“Uhh… I guess so.”

Cocksucker… I hadn’t really thought of myself as that, but as soon as I heard him refer to me as such, I did get a bit aroused. Like I said, I wasn’t gay or even attracted to men… but the feeling of knowing I was pleasuring other people, especially strangers, was making me really horny.

“Anyway, I was wondering when the next time I could work would be.”

“Well, son… in theory, you can come in and man the booth whenever you want. We don’t really close, as long as someone is here to open up.”

“Oh, wow… well glad to hear it. Sounds like a real good opportunity for me.”

“You can say that.”

“Maybe I’ll come in tomorrow morning?”

“That sounds fine.”

The next morning I got up bright and early and had a bit of a strut to my step. I was actually excited to go to work. I couldn’t remember the last time I was this excited. Knowing I’d be making very good money for my family was the best feeling a guy could have. I picked out a suit and started to get dressed… after all, I had to keep appearances that I had a regular office job.

After finishing up, I headed downstairs and went into the kitchen to grab my briefcase, stopping to smile at my wife.

“Honey, wait… before you go…”

Just at that moment, she leaned in grabbing my shaft through my pants and licking my lips with her tongue. I let out a bit of a moan as she squeezed my cock… and she began sliding her tongue into my mouth.

“I’m so proud of you for providing for your family. You are great at what you do. Maybe later when you get home, we can take care of this big thing…”

Squeezing my hard-on a bit more.

“Thanks sweetheart.”

She went back to the sink and continued what she was doing… leaving me rock hard and ready for work. I picked up my case and headed out to my car.

I pulled up to the bookstore and only saw a few cars parked on the side. I didn’t expect many men to be there this early, but I sure did hope that traffic would pick up as the day went on.

“Hi… I’m Ben… I spoke to…”

“Hi there son, yes, you spoke to me on the phone. Are you ready for your first full day on the job?”

“Yes, a little nervous, but definitely excited.”

“Listen, I’ve got to run a few errands… I know you’re new, but watch the counter for an hour or two while I step out. I trust you and we have a great security system with cameras. It’s too early for guys to want the booth anyway.”

“Are you sure about this? You trust me at the counter?”

“Yeah, it’ll be fine… I’ll just be gone a couple of hours.”

Before I could even respond, he was walking out from behind the counter and leaving the store. bursa escort I stepped back behind and pulled closed the door.

It was pretty dead for the first 20-30 minutes, until I heard someone coming in.

“Ben… is that you?”

FUCK! It was my neighbor Mike.

“Oh, hi! Yeah, I guess it’s me.”

“You’re working here now?”

“Well, uhh… just behind the counter. It’s a temporary thing… please… keep it between us. Susan doesn’t need to know.”

“No no… of course not. Some things are just meant to stay between men.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that. So… do you come in here often?”

“Every now and then… I don’t know if it’s your thing, but they have a cheap cocksucking booth back there. The person they had in there was terrible, but I heard from a friend that they got this new cocksucker… hear they’re great.”

“Oh… hehe… I don’t think I’ve met them yet.”

“I wonder if they’re here yet. I was hoping to get a quickie before I went into the office, ya know?”

“Yeah… I know what you mean…. Yeah, I think someone’s here, but…”

“GREAT!! See you in a bit.”

Before I could stop him, Mike immediately took off for the back. What was I supposed to do now? I had to watch the front, I couldn’t go into the back. Wait a second… I couldn’t suck on Mike’s cock. God forbid he found out I was doing it, or worse… god forbid Susan found out. On the other hand, Mike had a lot of money, and I’m sure he was a great tipper. This could be easy cash to start my day.

“BEN!! ARE THEY IN THERE!!??””

“YEAH, ONE SECOND… I’LL GET THEM!!””

I walked to the back, slipping into the booth… seeing that the light was on already. I left the door open so that I could still see the front if I needed. I knelt down in front of the glass and pushed the drawer to the other side. Almost instantly, the drawer was pushed back with a neatly folded $20 in the box.

“Show me what I get for my money baby.”

Mike undid his pants and began sliding his cock through the opening. As inch by inch came through the hole, I began trembling with nervousness. Mike was easily about 8-9″ completely flaccid. I never expected him to have a cock this size. Susan and I had been to the beach with him and his wife, but I never noticed this huge piece of meat in his swim trunks.

As he continued sliding it slowly through the hole, eventually getting to the balls, he lifted his sack over the rim and through the hole. I began to feel myself getting tight and hard. Before getting to work on Mike, I loosed my belt and fly a bit. I didn’t want to get uncomfortable and have to stop working.

“Come on bitch! I don’t have a lot of time.”

I grabbed ahold of his soft floppy cock and lifted it up to my face. I started licking circles around the mushroom shaped head.

“That’s it… you’re gonna be good at this… I can tell already.”

I licked the underside of his cock head and flicked it with my tongue a few times… trying to get him a little hard. As he slowly started to grow for me a bit, I wrapped my lips around the head and began tightly sucking just the head. I kept my hand on the shaft, not yet stroking it… but continuing to make a tight sucking motion on the head.

“Oh… that feels great sweetheart!”

I leaned back a second and took a look over my shoulder to the front. No one was at the counter, so I figured everything was still okay. I turned back to Mike’s prick and now slowly started stroking his shaft. I then opened my mouth and wrapped it fully around his cock, leaning in as if I was a vacuum. Loud moans starting coming from the other side of the booth. I thrust my neck forward and back, as I turned my face in a circular motion around his cock.

Mike started getting really hard now and I felt his huge cock growing inside my mouth. I could barely keep it in my mouth as it quickly ran out of space. I slipped it out and drool began pouring out of my mouth, causing a stringy mess between bursa escort bayan the head of his cock and my lips. At that moment, I looked down and noticed that my own hard-on was now fully erect and standing at attention through my zipper. I didn’t even realize I had gotten that excited over Mike’s dick.

“This feels really good… but how about a little something more?”

I wasn’t quite sure what Mike was referring to…

“How much more for some of that ass baby?”

I turned totally red when I heard him say that, not sure how to answer or even if I could answer.

In a muffled voice… “Uhh, $50?”

“$50? Is that all it takes baby? How about this… if it’s as tight as I hope it is, I’ll give you $100.”

I got so excited at the thought of that money, I almost immediately let go of Mike’s cock and stood up. Not even realizing the door to the booth was still open, I turned around and slowly slide my pants to the floor, letting them drop around my ankles. I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped my top totally off… standing their almost totally naked. My hard-on was now sticking out as far as it could and I was starting to tremble with fear. I backed slowly into the wall of the booth and waited…

“Okay baby, let’s see how this feels.”

Mike took his cock back to his side and I heard him spit a few times, I assume to rub on his cock.

“I’ve been dying for some tight asshole lately… I hope you’re as tight as your cock sucking is good.”

Mike began pushing his cock through the hole and I began feeling the tip of it gently pressing against my ass crack. I reached my hands back and gently pulled my cheeks apart. Moments later, I felt his thick head penetrating my hole…. And for the first time, I was being fucked by a man. Was I now a faggot? I didn’t care… I was making GREAT money and I was good at what I was doing.

“Oh yes… yes…. This is a tight hole. You haven’t had much anal have you baby?”

Again in a muffled voice… “No sir.”

As those words came out of my mouth, Mike began slightly more aggressively thrusting his huge cock into my asshole. He pushed it in and out, moaning in pleasure…. Both of us, moaning in pleasure. A few minutes of this went by, when I heard the front door open.

“BEN!! WHERE ARE YOU!!??”

I panicked… but couldn’t bring myself to stop what we were doing. I stayed exactly where I was, holding my ass cheeks apart… Waiting to see if Mike was going to stop… praying he wouldn’t.

As he kept thrusting himself into my ass, I just put my head down and we kept going. Seconds later, the owner came walking into my booth.

“Well, why don’t we look at this? I knew you were a natural, but didn’t think you would be giving extras.”

I bit my lip and looked up to see him smiling at me… and slowly undoing his pants.

“You know this is just too tempting for me to pass up… don’t you?”

“Yes sir… I murmured.”

He pulled the chair over to where I was, placing it in front of me. He slide his pants down around his ankles and sat down in the chair… right in front of me. Mike continued fucking me hard from behind, which kept my red and swollen cock sticking out like a flagpole.

“Now, by the looks of things, you DEFINITELY seem to like what you’re getting right now. How about you show me what got that customer so excited.”

I took my hands off my cheeks and placed them on the sides of the chair, using it to balance myself as I leaned over. I angled my neck and face down into the owner’s lap, tasting his cock on my tongue.

“Don’t mind the taste… I just stopped off at home for a quick fuck. My wife taste sweet?”

I barely was listening to anyone at this point… I just kept sucking his cock as Mike kept fucking me from behind. He was really pounding me hard at this point, banging up against the wall with each thrust.

The owner started to stand up and placed both of his hands on the back of my head, beginning to face escort bursa fuck me. Moments later, I felt the sensation of both men fucking me in unison… mike’s cock sliding in and out of my sore tight ass and the owner’s pussy juice tasting cock stuffing my mouth.

“He sure is giving it to you good. You have to be getting it for about 10 minutes now…”

As he finished saying that, Mike started moaning again.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum!”

I started to move, but the owner held my face.

“No… don’t move, let him cum… your tip will be great.”

I stayed where I was as Mike started exploding in my asshole. I felt enormous globs of cum filling my ass. When he was slowing down, he began pulling his cock slowly out of my ass… and I felt myself getting ready to cum.

“Oh, look at you go…”

Without even touching myself, my cock started spurting cum all over the floor…. Some of it even landing on the owner’s pants and shoes. I spurted 4-5 strong hard times as Mike slid his cock out of my ass and dropped money into the drawer. I heard him getting dressed and quickly getting out of the booth. As I heard him stepping out, the owner thrust harder into my mouth… seemingly getting ready for his own load.

“I really need this baby, my wife never blows me anymore… make sure to take it all!”

He started slow, but I immediately felt big globs of cum filling the corners of my mouth. He was really moaning loudly and I was getting embarrassed. He kept his hands around my head during the entire orgasm, almost choking me with his cock and load.

When he finished, he dropped his hands and sat down in the chair.

“That… was… fantastic.”

Trying to say thank you with a huge mouthful of cum… “tttthhhananakkkk youuuu sirrrr.”

I laughed as I said it and cum started to drip out of my mouth.

“Hahaha… I haven’t cum like that in a long time.”

I then felt Mike’s cum starting to drip out of my ass and down the inside of my legs. He really fucked me deep and I felt it all oozing out now.

“Look at all that cum… wow… that looks great. Turn around and let me watch.”

The owner put his hands on my waist and turned me around so my back was to him. He then gently put his hand on my lower back and arched me away from him. I stood there with his face inches from my crack as Mikes cum dripped out my ass.

“Mmmm… almost nothing as hot as watching cum dripping out of a good fucked ass.”

The owner took his fingers and gently rubbed my hole, swirling the cum around his fingers. He leaned in further, putting his lips and mouth on my hole, sucking the cum out as if it were a push pop.

“Oh god!”

“Does that feel good Ben?”

“Yes…. Yes… it feels incredible.”

The owner reached his hands around the front of me and began stroking my cock as he sucked Mike’s load out of my ass. My cock wasn’t nearly ready to go yet, but I still began to grow hard in his hands. He pushed is face tight into my ass, licking, nibbling and spitting my boy pussy. My cock started to get rock hard again from this attention.

“Ben… tell me when you feel it coming… I want to taste you.”

Not more than a moment or two later, I let him know…

“Sir… I can’t hold it much longer.”

He put his left hand on my waist, continuing to grasp my hard-on with his right hand… swinging me around. Just as I got centered with him, he hovered my cock into his mouth, moving his hands to my ass… squeezing my cheeks tightly, pulling me into him. I felt his fingers and nails on my cheeks as the last of Mike’s cum continued to drip out of my ass.

“Sir… I’m gonna cum.”

I had my cock deep, feeling the back of the owner’s throat. Explosions of cum started coming out and I felt the owner swallowing it as soon as it entered his mouth. As I finished, he let go of my ass and wiped his mouth with his shirt sleeve.

“That sure was the breakfast of champions! HAHAHA”

“If you have that in you every day… you’re gonna make for my favorite worker.”

I smiled and began getting myself dressed. Moments later, the red light went on again.

“Looks like you have your next customer!”