Diana the Destroyer

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Diana the Destroyer

Erotic Mixed Wrestling

About a week after my rematch with Debra at her wrestling club I got a call from her about another challenger.

“So, Chuck are you up for another challenge?” I responded “Of course, what have you got?”

She told me she had gotten a call from a woman that called herself Diana the Destroyer. Seems this woman had an undefeated record in six matches and wanted to make me number seven.

I inquired if Debra had met her and she responded she had and I asked what she thought.

“Well she is impressive.” “She is about 5/10 and evidently works out on a regular basis.” “Her upper body looks more impressive that most men I know including you, but it’s her legs that could be deadly.” “She has massive thighs (28″) that look like solid steel.” “Her inseam is 48″ which means she could scissor your entire body.”

“What about her inner muscles?” Debra responded “I understand her victims do not last long there either”. “By the way she has huge breasts that are another weapon.” “I guess 44DDD.”

“So, you only live once, so I told Debra to set the match.”

The Match

We agreed to wrestle at Debra’s club in the ring. I arrived early and took the special shot that would give me an erection for at least 90 minutes.

The rules were the same. Three falls over one hour with a ten minute rest period between falls. A submission would earn 3 points, a forced orgasm 5 points and achieved orgasm 5 points.

I entered the ring as Diana entered and we both dropped our robes. Debra had not been wrong about my opponent. She was at least 5/10 and looked very strong. Her breasts were huge and while not sticking out like a missile they did not sag. For her part Diana looked at my 7.5 in. steel rod and commented edirne escort “I cannot wait to deflate that.” What she did not know, thanks to the shot, it would be around for at least 90 minutes.

The match started and Diana rushed me and got me low in a bear hug. She was completely crushing my body against her massive tits. She was so strong that she was pumping me and lifting me off the floor. I knew I had to do something fast or she would completely destroy me in the next minute.

In my previous matches I had never hit my opponent, but this was different. I brought my open palms and struck her on the sides of her head twice. The blows stunned her and she released the bear hug and fell on her back. I quickly dove on top and secured a pin with my knees against her arms. I was about to fuck her face when she brought her legs up behind me and locked them around my upper body and forced me backwards to be pined on my back. I was bent in half with my dick standing straight up totally exposed.

“So, Chuck now I will show why I am called Diana the Destroyer.”

I was totally trapped and she increased the pressure against my upper body. With one hand she started stroking my dick and the other applied pressure on my balls to keep me from Cumming. I knew what she was doing in that she intended to completely drain me with a huge orgasm. At the same time her thighs tightened around my upper body. After what seemed forever she released my nut and with a final stroke allowed my orgasm.

I have never had an orgasm so intense. I actually thought I would pass out, but that changed as she poured on the pressure with the full body scissor. I screamed my submission and she released me and I fell against her chest out of breath. With her upper body she pushed edirne escort bayan me off on my back and buried my pole in her deep throat. At the same time she started fingering her clit and about the time I had a dry orgasm she climaxed also.

I was completely drained. “Diana asked, Do you wantto comtinue Chuck?” I responded end of first fall and you can count on a second fall. Score Diana 18, Chuck 0.

Debra helped me to my corner and asked “Are you sure you want to continue?”

I responded I had to as in spite of her strength I had to find a way to even the score.

End of Part 1

Part 2

As the 10 minute rest period was about to end I thought did I really want to continue? From the beating I took from Diana in the first round could I handle her for a second round? My thoughts were interrupted as Debra signaled the beginning of round 2.

Diana charged at full speed from her side of the ring. I sidestepped her and stuck out my arm in a clothes line that sent her hard to the mat on her back.

She was very dazed and I turned her over on her stomach and pulled her arms back for a surf board hold. Instead of placing my foot on her back I drove my rock hard dick into her pussy. She cried out both from pain and pleasure. In this position she was completely at my mercy. The angle of my dick was such that it was working hard on her clit and I could see that in spite of the pain from her arms she was close to an orgasm. With three hard thrusts she screamed both an orgasm and a submission.

I released her arms and turned her over and pinned her shoulders with my legs. Having come close to my own orgasm I placed my pole between her massive breasts and within a minute shot my load over her stomach. Then I buried my head escort edirne in her crotch and Diana almost passed out from her second orgasm.

Score Diana 18 Chuck 18

After the 10 minute rest period Debra motioned for us to start the final round.

Diana spoke first. “Chuck in all of my other matches none of my opponents continued past the first round.” “You did and evened the score.” “Why don’t we just have and all out fuck fight with the first to cum losing?”

My mind was racing with the thought of fucking this incredible woman. However, could I really outlast her? What the heck. “Okay let’s do it.”

We got on our knees and Debra sprayed oil on us to heat things up.

Diana wrapped her arms around me and deeply kissed me. I returned the kiss and she rolled me on my back and impaled herself with my dick. She started a rocking motion combined with her vaginal muscles milking. I realized I would not last long in this position so I placed my hands on her hips and rolled her on her back and started my own thrusts.

Diana smiled and wrapped her strong thighs around my legs and pulled me hard against her chest.

What happened next was unreal. Diana started pumping her ass in the air literally lifting me up in the air. At the same time she was squeezing my dick with her pussy muscles. I had gone from bad to worse.

“Chuck, why don’t you just let go?” “No one has ever outlasted me in this position.”

I placed my hands on either side of her face and pushed myself out of her grasp and stated, “I might surprise you.”

Actually I was probably fooling myself, but this new position allowed me to start to have a little control on the situation.

After three hard trusts Diana had a little different look on her face as I could feel from the convulsions in her pussy she might be close also.

With one last thrust and a huge hip movement on Diana’s part we both came to a huge orgasm conclusion.

I rolled off as we were both breathing hard.

The match was a tie and Diana stated we had to have a rematch.

Gloryhole at the horse track

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Gloryhole at the horse trackIts a rainy day today at the track. Not a lot of people are there but the races must go on. I turned 18 a few months ago and ever since my birthday party I had at the track ive been back every Sunday. Either im really good or lucky I have been winning left and right! Im honestly thinking about quiting my job and just coming here. I got here early like I always do and get some racing forms. I go to the restroom at the secluded part of the track and sit on the toilet where I do my best thinking. I smoked a fat blunt before I walked in so im high as fuck already. And I have a nice size flask in my jacket for later. I can hear the rain just pouring out there. Its going to be a muddy day. As im going through the book I hear someone come in and enter the stall next to mine. I didnt notice this at first but there has been a hole carves into the wall separating the stalls and it was mostly closed up with tp. I look closer and can see the guy pissing. Even soft his cock is very thick and long probably 5 inches. Im starting to get hard. Im horny as usual after I get high. He finishes his business and leaves. Interesting I thought. My mouth was watering. My cock was hard. I pull the tp out of the hole in anticipation for the next guy. I waited a little bit longer but no one came. I went and bet on some horses at the other tracks. And got a soda. It was about 11 and still a little slow. I went back to check on the gloryhole. I noticed the door was closed. In one stall and I go in the stall I was in earlier. I sit down and can see the guy sitting down hard as fuck rubbing his cock. It was long but skinny. Probably 8 inches. He slides a paper through the whole he had waiting. This isnt his first time here. “Suck dick?” it read. I muster out a “Yup” in a low voice in a effort to mask my identity. He stands up and pushes into the hole all the way. I reach out and wrap my hand around it and start jerking it. His precum already seeping out. I lean over and pop his head in my mouth and begin sucking on it and twirling my tongue on it so good. I can hear him moaning. “Dont tease me suck it please!” The guy says. I take it in my mouth and go all the way down on his cock. Probably 6 inches on my end I bob on his cock so good and fast and I hear him “ Fuck im cumming” didim escort he shoots a massive pent up load down my throat I was not expecting so soon. I cough and choke on it and pull his cock out and keep jerking it and he keeps shooting massive ropes of cum all over my arm and floor. This dude must have waited all week for this. After I catch my breath I pop his cock back in and suck whatever was left out of his balls. His legs were shaking when I was done. My dick was rock hard now a solid 7 inches half dollar thick ready to blow. I stand up to go put mine in the hole. And before I knew it he had left. Shit dude really? I shake my head. And clean up this mess. I go back to the concourse and its noon now. I go and grab a bite at the concessions hot dog and fries nothing special. I check my tickets im up a couple hundred already. The races at the track dont start until about 3. So i got more time to kill. I head back to the bathroom. And take a seat. No one is in there. But not long after someone come in and straight to the stall. “How much for a bj?” the guy slips a $20 through the hole. Wow this hole is more popular then I thought. “Put it in” i reply as i pocket my first cash deal. This guy was nothing special he was a chubby small cock. He sticks it in. And its probably 4 inches the width of a couple fingers. I start sucking on his cock just straight to town. It was so easy to suck so i worked on it really good. I sucked and I sucked and sucked. I really had to work for this one. About thirty minutes of sucking I am getting tired so i start jerking it hard and tonguing his rock hard throbbing head and without warning. He starts cumming super hard it’s spurts all over my face 5 or 6 times before I knew it. I keep jerking it and it’s spraying everywhere. Holy shit!. He is moaning so loud. As he has emptied his balls all over my face and everything else. I squeeze his cock until the very last drop. And then hes out as fast as the first guy. I again clean up this mess and this time my face even more. I exit the stall dissappointed and my balls achingly full of cum. I go and make some more bets. Its about 3 pm and I go out to my car to get high again. I come back inside and its still raining. Not a lot of people here today. didim escort bayan I check my tickets and make some more bets. Im up almost a grand already. This was a good day. But of course I find myself headed back to the bathroom. Someone’s waiting for me this time. Before I sit down his cock is waiting for me. Word must be getting around. And holy shit was this guy huge. 10 inches and filling the hole completely. I grasp this monster with my hand and start blowing on his massive cock head. Its so big it almost fills my mouth by itself. I suck on it hard and pop in and out and rubbing it with my hand. I slowly get to sucking his cock. Inch by inch slowly going down my throat. I can only get about half of it before I cant go any further. I wrap my hand around the rest of his cock and tug and suck on it. Not much longer I can feel his huge cock tense up and shoot and big warm load into my mouth. I swallow it and keep sucking. I cant stop and i just keep going until I make him nut a second time even harder. My cock pulled out a stream of precum dripping down onto the floor. This guy to zips up and leaves me. I decide I need a drink. And take out my flask and take a couple swigs. I gather myself and head to the restaurant they have there. They have a nice steak special tonight and im getting hungry its a little past 5. Ive hit the first 5 races. Hell yeah! I get a table and order my food. My waitress is a cute blonde with a tight ass. Definitely fills her black pants. My cock instantly gets hard as she walks away. I can feel my precum leaking onto my leg as she finally comes back with my dinner. I eat up and flirt with the waitress a little. Fuck I wish I empty this load all over her. I make sure to tip her good. Slide her a $100. She smiles at me and hands me a note before she walks away. “Meet me @10 men rr near concessions “ Oh fuck yes! I continue betting and going in and out of the bathroom got two more cocks before 10 comes around. My flask is now empty and im pretty drunk. My balls ready to explode all over. I see her walking up and she motions me to follow her. I follow her and we are the only people in the area so we sneak into the bathroom together. And start kissing and going at it as we go into the stall. escort didim Little did we know there was someone waiting for me to come back. Some with a huge fat cock. They have cut away at the hole since the last time ive been there. Me and her are pressing up against the wall my cock rock fucking hard. She asks me if i knew about this gloryhole. I smile and nodded. Mmm me too I cum here often during the week she tells me. She slides her hand down and unzips me and my cock springs out and she caresses my balls that are extremely full and big. She gets on her knees and takes my cock into her mouth and started sucking nice and slow. I look over and see the guy in the next stall holy shit. He’s probably 7 inches too but his was like 4 times thicker then mine. I tap her on the head and point at the hole as she looks at me and looks over her eyes widen as he pokes it through. She grabs it instantly and moans on my cock as she starts rubbing this giant cock so good as she sucking the fuck out of mine. I am dying to cum. She stands up and drops her pants and thong. Bends over in front of me and leans down and starts sucking the other guys dick so good. I stick my dick in her so fast omg. I grab her by the waist and fuck her so deep and hard making her moan so loud. After 5 minutes of this she wants to switch. She faces the wall and leans down and starts blowing me again. As this guy starts fucking that pussy up! Smack that ass so hard. She cums over and over screaming on my cock. We are both ready to cum. So she gets on her knees and alternates between jerking and sucking our cocks. “cum all over me!” shes now jerking both us so good and so fast. He starts shooting his load. Omg it was massive! Probably 20 spurts covering her face and tits and when he was almost done my cock exploded probably 30 spurts! Leaving her a cum covered little mess. She leaves and gets cleaned up and exits i sit down and chill. the guy lights up and blunt. And we pass it back and forth. “Hey let me see that cock!” he says i get up pull it out and push it through. Its half chub still. I hit the blunt and he takes my cock and stuffs it in his mouth and sucks it soooo good. I blow so fast and hard i could barely stand. I pass him back the blunt.”guys always do it better he says” and he pokes his in the hole.This thing scares me but i grab and lick it up and down so good and suck the fuck out of this monster until he fills my mouth with a nice warm load as well. We both exit the stalls and chat it up. End up hanging out after the track closes. We go get drunk and high suck each others cock off a couple more times as well.

Becoming a Cuckold Ch. 02

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In this chapter, Richard has to service the two men fucking his wife and lick their cum from her pussy. It contains oral, anal, gay, and multiple party sex including a spit roasting and triple penetration. No COVID or STDs in my fantasy world. Thanks again to JohnnyGalt for his editorial assistance.

Becoming a Cuckold, Ch 2 – Post Wedding Shakedown

My mother, Lynn, was married. She’d tied the knot a second time, to a man who seemed better than my cheating father, despite him fucking my wife a couple times in the last couple days. To be totally fair, I’d had sex with a fair amount of other women lately and my wife was currently engaged in a conversation with two of the groomsmen, Sven, Björn’s brother, and Peter, a Norwegian Navy buddy, to fuck her in our hotel room later. I’d promised I’d be there to watch, and she said she might have other tasks for me, no doubt licking their cum from her twat. She was flirting outrageously, and had been ever since the dancing started.

So why was I sitting here nursing a flute of champagne instead of screaming my fool head off telling those two large male specimens to back off and leave my wife alone before I beat them within an inch of their lives. Not that it was likely I could. Despite knowing a martial art, they were both large men and I’m sure Norway taught their sailors self defense. I could maybe take one, but not both. Sven had six inches and seventy pounds on me and Peter was almost as large. Two would be damn tough. My fear of losing wasn’t the reason I was sitting there, quasi calmly. I’d have stepped in if Marnie was subject to unwanted attentions. The point is, they weren’t unwanted and I had her collar around my neck, promising just last night to serve her like the good boy I was. I also had a pair of her panties on. I was imagining one or both of their cocks pounding into her and sitting down so my damn erection wouldn’t be so obvious.

My day had started off on an odd note. My wife, Marnie, had popped my anal cherry in the Crew’s Mess on the American Entrepreneur by fucking my ass with a strapless vibrator she could plug into her pussy, while Joshua Greenbriar’s wife, Miranda, the Honorable US Representative from North Carolina, captured the cum I’d released when I orgasmed in her extremely kissable lips. Have I said yet how my life has taken some strange turns to left of center?

I’d found out a couple days ago I was a submissive and my wife was a switch, at the moment my Dominant because I was more submissive than she was, although she was submissive leaning herself. I just wasn’t the man to Dominate her. It had been hard getting the news she’d planned to cuckold me this trip. My mother, now Lynn Amundsen, had talked to me for over an hour along with her fiancé, Björn, and her two slaves, Manuel and Sherry, telling me what was going on. She asked me what I wanted to do. The choices were to divorce Marnie, or confront her and hope it could be nipped in the bud, or accepting it.

“Son, I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but that survey you took for Beth indicates you’re a submissive. It’s been accurate in predicting behavioral patterns of the people who take it. It accurately said Björn and I are Dominant, Manuel, Sherry and Yasmine are submissive, as well as the other people on this ship who are in Dominant and submissive relationships. Marnie wears the pants in your family, though you might wish they were on your legs instead.

“It doesn’t mean you’re weak, Richard. It doesn’t mean you’re effeminate or gay or anything like that. Manuel is submissive, though not as much as you and he was a Navy Corpsman, a combat medic, who served in Afghanistan and Syria. I met another man who was an Army Ranger, and heard of police officers who are. It’s just your nature.

“If you want to divorce her, I’ll support you, because I love you and would do anything I could for you, but it’s possible you’ll end up with someone else like her. I don’t think it has anything to do with how you were raised or your relationship with your father or me. It’s just the way you were born. It’s no reflection on you. You’re a good, kind man I’m proud to call my son. To be honest, I think you may be happier if you realize now what you are and accept your life. All the other submissives on this ship are very happy in their role.”

“You mean let Marnie make a cuckold out of me?”

“That’s likely what would happen, if not now, then soon. It may not even mean she doesn’t love you, but as a switch who tends toward submissive herself, she may not be getting what she needs from you. Not your fault, any more than your red hair and green eyes are your fault. Tell me the truth, how close are you to agreeing to enter the strip contest tonight and letting her serve as one of the prizes?”

I’d been fighting it, but Marnie was wearing me down. She hadn’t accepted it when I told her I didn’t want to do it. At some point, it was likely I’d finally say okay, just as I had to letting Beth kırşehir escort give us both oral sex after her survey. I hadn’t wanted to do it, thinking it was wrong for a married couple to have sex outside their marriage. Not that I’d regretted it afterward. It had been the best blow job I’d ever had. Truth was, Marnie had always had me wrapped around her little finger. I pretty much caved if she wanted something bad enough.

“Pretty close,” I admitted. Despite the rock in the pit of my stomach when I said it, I realized I was close to giving in again, that I’d been close to letting some other man fuck her and it would have been with my permission.

“I’d like to make a suggestion to you, and I hope you’ll give it some consideration.”

“What?” I was grasping at straws. I did love Marnie despite this horrible revelation. I found it hard to imagine a life without her.

“Become her submissive. Don’t keep acting as if yours is an equal relationship as Björn’s and mine will be or as Manuel and Sherry’s will be when they wed. Let her take control of you and your marriage and surrender to the role you’ll be happiest in. This means accepting you’ll eventually be a cuckold, as hard as that might be to hear.

“But, often times, a femdom relationship such as you will have, can go to some extremes. She could start making you into a woman, making you wear make-up, women’s clothes, undergoing hormone treatments to feminize you, all the while she’s fucking the men who give her what she feels she needs and isn’t getting from you. You’re not feminine at all and never have been, but you could end up that way. She could have children with the other men she has sex with and make you raise them. I’m not saying that would happen, but it could.

“Beth thinks you’re one of the most submissive men she’s tested. I don’t believe one of those femdom slaves is you, despite your nature and I think that would hurt you more than being merely submissive would. But as I said, she tends toward submissive herself. I’m a Dominant. I can turn her into my submissive. As my submissive, I could leash the worst impulses she might have as your Dominant. I could prevent any feminization or making you raise another man’s child. By taking my collar, I would limit what she does to you.”

“If she becomes your submissive, can’t you keep her from doing anything?”

“It doesn’t work that way. Her submission is voluntary. If it doesn’t meet her needs, she can give up her submission to me and we’re back to where you started. Her needs are for a Dominant male to take control of her. She will seek for this and eventually find it. If you don’t give her a large portion of what she needs, my Dominance will end and either you divorce her or find yourself surrendering to her anyway and ending up in some way I can’t control. I say, give her most of what she wants and let me control the worst of her impulses.”

“How would you go about this?”

“This is the hard part. I need to turn her into my submissive slut, and quickly. I need to establish my Dominance and her submission very fast and hard, as we don’t have a lot of time before you go home and my time is limited by my wedding. I will impose my will on her from the beginning. She’ll fuck anyone I want her to, male and female, starting with Björn, Manuel and Sherry, then as many strangers as I can scrounge up. Then she needs Dominant training so she knows how to treat you properly as her sub, because even though she’s the Dominant person in your relationship, she’s treating you like shit because she doesn’t know any better. She’s using sexual blackmail to control you, rarely letting you have sex with her, yet using you every day for oral sex. She has sex with you when she wants something from you or on occasion to prove she loves you, so you’ll give her something else she wants. When I’m finished with her, she’ll surrender her mouth, ass and cunt to you every day.

“That’s what you get out of this change in your relationship. Lots of sex, and when you submit to her, your needs for sex will increase. What she gets is the chance to Dominate you under the rules I set and to get what she needs from other men.

“At the moment, she thinks she’s in control. She needs to realize immediately she’s not in control; I am. As soon as I turn her into my slut slave, I can tell her what the rules are. I’ll give her permission to take you as her submissive under very strict rules. Alexandra will end up being my surrogate as I won’t be around to keep her under my thumb.”

“Alexa?”

“Turns out she’s a Dominant also. She’ll ensure my rules are followed. It will satisfy some of Marnie’s need to be submissive herself, so she may not need sex outside of your marriage as often as she might otherwise want, but she’ll still need some because Alexa isn’t a male and Marnie is primarily heterosexual. In fact, she’s never had sex with a female before if she didn’t lie to Beth.”

“You mean you’ll make Marnie have sex with escort kırşehir Alexa?”

“It’s part of how you establish Dominance. There’s one other thing you should realize before you decide what to do.”

“What?”

“If you submit to Marnie and she submits to me, and by extension, Alexa, both of us will also be your Dominant. We won’t make you have sex with us because it’s illegal, but you’ll be made to have sex with others as part of our Dominance. Since Marnie will be fucking other men outside of your marriage, at least monthly, I want you fucking other women outside your marriage. Other than the blow job Beth gave you today, you’ll be undergoing submissive training to make you more pleasing to Marnie. As part of that you’ll be having sex with other women, Joshua’s slaves. Beth will give you cunt licking lessons. If you choose to do this, it’s the most I can promise to you, but I truly do believe you will be happier in the long run. I leave it up to you decide.”

It took about ten minutes for me to decide to surrender my life, but when I did, it felt as if a great weight was lifted off me.

******

Marnie had danced with me, the groom, Carl, the other groomsman and Björn’s nephew, who Alexa seemed interested in, and a couple others from this ship, some of whom she may have fucked already, even Alexa when Alexandra demanded a dance. Alexa made sure they kissed as they danced, taking her dues as surrogate Mistress, but she seemed most interested in Sven and Peter for the sexual tryst she was planning.

I’d danced with others as well, all of Joshua’s slaves, Sherry, the bride, and Lisbet, who seemed like she was Beth’s date for the event, despite being Joshua’s submissive.

As Marnie danced with Sven and Peter, I’d seen their big hands gripping her lush buttocks a few times, giving them a squeeze. She’d kissed their cheeks and whispered to them a few times. I’d seen them glance at me occasionally, probably wondering what was going on and why I wasn’t doing anything about it. I was relatively sure I knew. Marnie told me she was planning to fuck someone else and she wanted me to watch. She said she meant to establish my submission to her much as Mother Mistress had done to her, making her realize she wasn’t in control and her Mistress could make her do whatever she wanted. She’d been turned into a slut for several hours.

She’d made Marnie fuck or suck any man who came up with her whore price; twenty-five cents for a blow job or fifty cents for a fuck. She’d earned $6.25 in her stint as a whore, and that included a quarter tip. It didn’t include the others Mother Mistress made her fuck for free.

I mean, if they were willing, and not confused or put off by fucking another man’s wife, she was planning to have another cock or two throbbing their loads of cum into her pussy while I watched. Sven disappeared for a while while Peter continued to dance with Marnie. She was snuggled deep in his arms as they slow danced, her D cup breasts smashed against his chest. She finally kissed his lips, not content any longer to brush his cheek. I could see her part her lips, letting his tongue invade her mouth. My cock was throbbing.

Sven reappeared and gave Peter a nod and Peter smiled, kissing Marnie again. When the dance ended, he patted her ass and gave her breast a squeeze as he let her go. Marnie came back to our table with a grin on her face.

“It’s all set up, honey.”

“Which one, Mistress? Peter seemed interested.”

“Both of them. I have some wonderful plans. Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“I’m not sure I’ll ever be ready for this, Mistress, but I did agree to surrender my will to yours.”

Marnie straddled my legs, tugging her dress up so she could do so. I could feel her bare mound against my rock hard cock. Our mutual Mistress didn’t allow her any underwear down below. She was probably soaking the front of my rented tux with her juices. Only the fact the pants had a zipper kept my cock from being bare as well. Not that I wanted her to stop. She kissed me, the same as she’d kissed Peter, as passionately, as much tongue. I kissed her back.

“It seems you won’t totally mind,” Marnie whispered, “if that poker jabbing at my pussy is any indication.”

“It’s confusing, Mistress,” I admitted. “My head is filled with thoughts of you fucking someone else, and despite the despair and darkness I feel in my heart, my body seems to be betraying me. I feel like I could have a heart attack, my chest feels so constricted. It’s like I have a belt around my chest which won’t let me take a deep breath. Yet, as you can tell, I have an erection, so I’m not sure what I feel.”

“Hopefully, it’s only the newness of it, and your erection will win out before your heart gives out.” She kissed me again, hugging me. She laid her head on my chest. “Hopefully, it will get easier as time passes. I don’t want you to have a heart attack. I want you to enjoy our life together as much as I will.”

I kırşehir escort bayan had to wonder. Would I enjoy our life together? Could our marriage possibly last? I was giving it a chance, but I honestly couldn’t say how it would end up.

She saw the confusion on my face and kissed me again. “I haven’t surrendered my mouth, ass or cunt to you today,” Marnie said. “Our Mistress made it very clear I had to do so every day. I want you fuck me with the others. I want to be airtight tonight.”

“What’s airtight, Mistress?” naive me asked.

“A cock in every one of my slave holes at once,” Marnie said.

“So you don’t just want me to watch and clean up the mess afterward, Mistress?”

“That might happen sometime, but I want this new stage of our life to begin with a bang. I want to warn you now, that I want you to suck their cocks tonight, if they’ll let you.”

“You know I’m not gay, Mistress. Not even bisexual. I’ve never even had the slightest wish to be with another man.”

“I know you’re not, honey. Any more than I’ve had the desire to lick a cunt before I did. Having to do so did instill deep feelings of submission in me. I think it’s important to instill those same feelings in you.”

“You don’t think having to lick their cum out of your pussy is enough, Mistress?”

“I equate that with having to suck the cocks of the seven men that fucked my ass. It was powerfully submissive, but not quite to the extent of having to lick my first cunt. You’ve already licked cum out of my cunt and ass and doesn’t the idea of sucking a cock bother you more than that did?”

“No question, Mistress.”

“Then doing so will make you feel more submissive. It’s possible neither of them will want you sucking their cock. I don’t think either of them is bisexual, so I might have to do a little bargaining. We’ll see.” She kissed me again, rubbing her big tits against my chest. “I do expect you to obey me, and I will punish you if you refuse.”

“I can always use my safe word, Mistress.”

“I know, but I don’t want you to. I’m not expecting you to suck them to orgasm, just get them hard enough to fuck again. If you’re already licking my cum and theirs out of my cunt, it shouldn’t be much different cleaning the same cum off their cocks.”

Oh, goodie. Something else to worry about.

“Richard?”

“I’m thinking about it, Mistress. More like trying not to think about it. If I think about it, I’m not sure I can do it. If I don’t think about it, maybe I can just let it happen when it happens.”

“Good luck with that. I think about cunts a lot now that I’ve licked them. Though I didn’t have a lot of time to think about it before I licked my first. I think Manuel had left a load of cum inside Sherry before I licked it. I thought Mistress was going to whip me when she told me to do it. I realize now it was probably the threat of being whipped and she had no intention of whipping me. She told me she’d whip my cunt so hard it would hurt to pee for a week. I believed her at the time. I won’t threaten to whip your cock, Richard. I just want you to do it for me, to show how submissive you’re willing to be for me.”

Pretty damn submissive, because I was thinking about it. Theoretically, the oral skills Beth had taught us could be applied to cocks too. After Marnie had learned the skills, she gave me the best blow job she’d ever given me, eagerly swallowing my cum. Marnie had never done so before, always spitting it out if any cum got in her mouth after a BJ, saying she detested the taste of cum. She normally pulled off me as I started to squirt, cleaning it up with a towel when I’d unloaded. Apparently, she detested it less now. She’d swallowed lots of cum in the course of her whoring herself out. I wondered how used to swallowing cum I’d get.

Marnie danced a few more times with her chosen men, letting them know she was still eager. They always looked at me after the dance. I know they were judging me. I might have done the same thing to someone else a week ago. Today I was the judged.

Mother Mistress had observed the interplay between the four of us. After all, they were both members of her wedding party.

“Are you okay, son?”

“I guess so.”

“Björn could stop it if you want.”

“I think I could stop it if I wanted. Mistress might be upset if I did, but she knows I’m having a rough go of it. She keeps checking in with me. If it’s going to happen, might as well happen now. I don’t think it will get easier except by getting used to it.”

“Manuel had a problem surrendering when he decided to submit. Sherry was more the catalyst for his submission than he was. He knew she wanted a Dominant and he wanted to keep her from a male Dominant, so they both submitted to me. The first week or two was pretty rough for him. Like you, he was raised to believe in certain things that were in opposition to his submission. He wanted a more equal relationship with Sherry, but she didn’t want an equal relationship. She wanted to surrender to someone, but he couldn’t be the Dominant she wanted. Beth finally convinced him to fully surrender to his role. To ignore his upbringing and the roles society expects us to assume. That if he fully surrendered to me, he’d be happier than he was and enjoy his life more.

A Weekend to Last A Lifetime

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“Please, Daddy, slow down,” Jennifer pleaded. She pressed her hand gently on her father’s arm. “Not so fast, OK?”

Steve grunted but didn’t alter his pace.

Jennifer studied his face, the set to his eyes and how he gritted his teeth. The muscles in his neck strained with tension. His arms were rock hard and his hands kept a firm grip. He looked at her but didn’t really see her, so intent was he on what he was doing.

“I’m not kidding, Dad. Slow down or stop.”

He looked at her again and let out a long, drawn-out breath. Her grip tightened on his arm.

“Daddy, please. Let’s stop for a moment. You need to calm down.”

He looked at her again and this time saw the fright in her wide eyes and a hint of moisture. Her eyes cut through the fog in his brain and he suddenly realized what he was doing.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he said and started to slow down. Tears were beginning to form in his eyes.

“It’s OK,” she said, lightly stroking his arm. “Why don’t we stop for a little while until you’re relaxed?”

“Sure,” he mumbled. “Sure, sure.”

Jennifer continued to look at her father, her love for him causing her chest to hurt and a lump to form in her throat. He had been going through so much lately. So many unfair things were happening to him and he had no control over them. She felt she needed to be with him, to help him, to keep something sane in his life. She would be there for him even though her mother had forsaken everything their family was about. She smiled at him spontaneously. He smiled back and suddenly much of the tension drained from his face.

He was a solidly built forty year-old, with brown wavy hair and just a hint of gray in his sideburns. He kept himself in fairly good shape, jogging regularly and lifting weights on the weekend. He stood six feet tall and had the slight beginnings of a belly, but still struck a handsome enough figure that women had no reason to complain about.

“But still he’s losing mom,” she thought. “She’s crazy to give him up.”

They were approaching a convenience store on their right. He flicked on the turn signal and pulled into the parking lot. He killed the engine, slumped down in the seat, rubbed his fists into his eyes and let out a long, slow breath.

“I’m sorry baby,” he said without looking at her. “Your mom just sometimes makes me crazy.”

“Hey,” Jennifer smiled. “I know. I had to live with her for eighteen years too.”

He grinned at his daughter, then his face fell somber again.

“I don’t think we’re going to make it back this time, Jen. This was supposed to be our big weekend away to patch things up.”

“Don’t write off the whole weekend yet, Dad. She said she’d head out as soon as she was done with work.”

“Yeah, you see me holding my breath, right? Look, if she had any intention of coming, why didn’t she send Billy and Heather with us? That would have been more logical than hiring a sitter.”

“Well, I don’t want to say you have a point…”

“But I do.”

“You’re being pessimistic. Look on the bright side. The cabin won’t be wasted. I mean, I’ll have a whole weekend to tell you about the year of torture your college tuition money paid for.”

He tussled his daughter’s hair and laughed.

“What you don’t know is that I paid extra for them to keep you under lock and key.”

“Oh? Well it worked. I didn’t have time for a single date all year. Where is all this happy-go-lucky party-time college kids are supposed to have?”

“I was only kidding about paying extra,” he said, looking at the pout on her face. “You know that, right?”

“Dad, you’re such a sucker sometimes, you know,” she beamed at him. “Come on; let’s get up to the cabin. And try not to kill us this time.”

“This isn’t what I reserved,” he yelled.

The desk clerk simply stared at him.

“That’s what’s in the computer, sir. And don’t raise your voice at me.”

“OK, OK. Just change it to a three bedroom for me, please.”

The clerk tapped his keyboard for a moment.

“Sorry, no threes. Booked the last one an hour ago.”

“What? Look, I booked this thing weeks ago! I got a confirmation.” He slammed some papers on the counter. The clerk glanced at them a second.

“Yes, sir. That reservation was changed last night to a one bedroom.”

“Well, that makes no sense! How is my whole family supposed to fit in a one bedroom?”

“I don’t know, sir. I can check for a two.”

He turned and looked at his daughter.

“Well, Jen. Would a two do? You’d have to bunk with your brother and sister.”

She shrugged. “We’re supposed to be roughing it, right?”

“That’s my big girl,” he smiled and turned back to the clerk. “We’ll take the two bedroom.”

“OK. Just a minute. Whoops. It’s gone.”

“What do you mean, gone?”

“Well, it’s the internet, sir. It just got booked out from under me.”

“From under you? I’ll bet you’re going home to a nice cozy fire while we’ll be shivering in the car!”

“You do still have the one bedroom reserved.”

“Look, you just samsun escort tell me how the hell my reservation could get changed in the first place.”

“Well, only the credit card holder can do that.”

“Oh that witch,” he yelled and whipped out his cell phone.

“Roberta,” he yelled after being connected. “You changed the three bedroom to a one bedroom?”

“Well, yes, Steven. Seeing as I had to work this weekend, a three bedroom would have been a waste of money.”

“But I thought you were coming out as soon as you were through.”

“Well, things got complicated here. I won’t be able to make it again.”

“Then you should have just cancelled the whole thing.”

“We would have lost the deposit.”

“Oh, you just have an answer to everything, don’t you. Well, answer me this: Where is Jennifer supposed to sleep?”

“Why, in the bedroom, of course. You wouldn’t put her to sleep on the floor in the front room, would you? Use the sleeping bag. I’m sure you’ll be comfortable in it.”

“You planned this, didn’t you. You just wanted to ruin my weekend.”

“Well, I didn’t plan work, and I was hoping that Jennifer would stay here with the kids.”

“Well, she didn’t. The resort is out of rooms, so now we have a problem.”

“No, Steve. YOU have a problem. You’re a big boy. Solve it.”

“Look, Roberta, you can’t just go…..

“…..She hung up on me! Can you believe it! She hung up on me!”

“Dad,” Jennifer said softly. “Let it go. You and me, we’ll have fun this weekend no matter what, Ok?”

He turned back to the clerk.

“I guess we’ll take the one.”

“I guess you will at that.” The clerk shot back.

While Steve fished through his wallet for his credit card, the clerk leaned on the counter toward Jennifer and gave her a lazy smile.

“You know,” he winked at her. “I know a spot in the forest, on a ridge, that’s great for watching the sunset.”

“And not another soul around to ruin the perfect transition from day to night, I’ll bet,” Jennifer cooed back.

“Yeah. It’s perfect. So…eight o’clock I’ll come get you?”

“Not on your life,” her voice iced over. “No one jerks my dad around like that and then takes me out.” She flung her head around saucily and turned her back on him.

“Whoa, bitch. Ice princess alert,” the clerk mumbled and turned back to Steven. He met a man with fire in his eyes.

“And no one says that about my daughter. Go fuck yourself. Cancel my reservation and refund my deposit or the management certainly will hear about your wisecrack!”

“Well, that could have gone better,” Steve said as he and his daughter stood outside looking forlornly at the car. “I guess we go find a motel or something.”

“Excuse me,” a female voice said behind them. Steve and Jennifer turned to see a dark haired woman, maybe in her late thirties, wearing a bright blue sun dress and with a young, strapping man on her arms. “My son and I checked in just ahead of you. We couldn’t help hearing your plight.”

“Yeah, it kind of sucks,” Steve said as Jennifer suddenly gripped his arm tightly.

“Hunk alert,” she raised herself on tip-toes and whispered in his ear. He shot her a glance of incredulity but she was paying him no mind. She was fully engaged in ogling the black haired wonder dressed in shorts and t-shirt that showed off an athlete’s physique.

“Uh, pardon my daughter. I think she’s starved for attention.”

“Hmmm, I’ll say she’s hungry, alright,” the lady smiled. “Teenagers.” And both parents enjoyed a small chuckle.

“Hey, listen, my name is Becky. My son and I are out of Pennsylvania for the weekend. He’s Bradley.”

“Hi, Brad. I’m Jenny,” Jennifer waved and giggled. She held a hand out to him which he shook with a firm, confidant grasp. Jennifer practically melted and probably would have fallen to the ground if she hadn’t been hanging onto her father’s arms.

“I’m Steve. From right here in Vermont. It’s nice to meet you two. But listen, I don’t mean to be impolite, but we have no place to stay and the nearest motel is at the bottom of the mountain. I’m hoping to get there before nightfall, so we should be pushing off now.”

“It’s a shame for you to leave such a beautiful setting,” Becky said. “Like I mentioned, we heard your plight. We have a two bedroom cabin. We wouldn’t mind sharing.”

“Well, that’s very nice of you. Are you sure? I mean, we don’t really know each other and all.”

“Are you afraid I’ll bite?” Becky said, looking at Steve from beneath lowered eyebrows. She then broke into a grin.

“Dahhh-deee,” Jenny whispered, bouncing on his arm.

“Well, I suspect I am out-voted,” Steve said. “You and my daughter in one room, Brad and I in another.”

“Sounds like a plan. Though you know what they say about best laid plans…” Becky called over her shoulder as she headed for her car. “Cabin 16 on the ridge.”

“Did you see him, daddy? Did you see him? Ohhhhh, what a chunk of meat. We’re gonna have fun this weekend.”

“Um, daughter. Daddy sitting escort samsun right here. Your father. Papa. The guy charged with guarding your virtue until you’re married or 70, whichever comes later?”

“Daddy, stop being such a prude. A body like that only comes along once in a lifetime. And hey. Becky is no slouch either. I bet we put her in a bikini and you’ll be drooling like an idiot.”

“Jennifer! Geez. When did it become OK for you to talk to me like that? Still the husband of your mother, remember?”

“Kill joy,” Jennifer pouted. “Dad. Get real, OK. Mom doesn’t care about you or us anymore. She’s got her job and her horny-ass boss to keep her company. You need to loosen up, smell the mountain air and realize that you can have a life too.”

“OK. I am really going to have a talk with your college dean. What in the hell are they teaching you down there?”

“Oh, stop blaming the college, Dad. I told you I had a dry year and I meant it. I haven’t had a good lay since graduation night.”

Steve looked at his daughter wide-eyed.

“I told you before, Jen, I am not comfortable talking about your sex life. Just because I didn’t put a stop to your frolicking when I caught you at it doesn’t mean we can chat it up like beer buddies.”

“Why not?”

Their conversation was interrupted by their arrival at the cabin and Jennifer jumping rapidly out the car to run up to Steve.

“Wow,” Jennifer said, spinning around and taking in the view from the ridge. “This place must have marvelous sunsets.”

“Yeah,” Brad grinned. “So the desk clerk said.”

“Oh, you heard that,” Jennifer said sheepishly.

“Yup. And I loved the way your dad slapped him down. He really looks out for you, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah. He’s my heart, but a little stiff and prudish sometimes.”

“Yeah. Aren’t all parents. But my mom is pretty cool most of the time. Heck, she even smokes pot with me. You do pot?”

“Sometimes. My dad and mom too, though they don’t know I know. Or that I do.”

“Hmmm, well my mom brought a stash along. Wanna bet that sunset will look ten times better through the smoke from a blunt?”

“Cool. Let’s hurry and unpack.”

The sunset was everything advertised with the four of them reclining on the porch getting mellow. Soon the night air moved in, bringing a slight chill with it and they moved the pot party inside.

“Break out the chips and beer, why don’t you Brad,” Becky said and plopped down on the couch beside Steve. He was acutely aware of her presence and her perfume. More specifically, he noticed her arm, warm and cuddly, pressed firmly against his.

“You have a beautiful daughter, Steve. Quite a handful, though.”

“Yes, she is. She’s my light. So full of life. Too full, sometimes.”

“Mmmmm. She seems to be hitting it off quite well with Brad. But what’s your story. I take it you and the wife are not getting along all that well.”

Steve slumped in the couch a little.

“Yeah. She took this big job transfer in another city a couple years back. Only gets home on weekends. It didn’t bother me. I took care of the kids fine. But then she had this affair with her new boss. I suspected and then one day was stupid enough to confront her with it. She wasn’t even apologetic. Somehow twisted it so that it was my fault. I’ve tried everything I could think of to patch our relationship up, but nothing seems to work. This weekend was supposed to be our big ‘kiss and make-up’ time but she had to stay to work.”

“Wow, that’s tough. I don’t know if you need any advice from a single mom, but I would call a marriage I wanted to keep more important than a job any day.” She rested her hand on his hand and squeezed comfortingly.

Jennifer and Brad reappeared out of the kitchen laughing about something and plopped down on the floor at the foot of the couch with a couple ice cold six packs and a big bowl of chips.

“Hey, they got satellite radio,” Brad boasted and grabbed a remote from the arm of the couch. He flipped through channels with Jennifer leaning over his shoulder trying to press buttons until they settled on a station.

“That’s the groove,” Brad said and dropped the remote. Jennifer stood up and pulled him by the hand.

“Come on. Wanna dance?”

Brad rose to his feet and started gyrating to a pop beat with Jennifer twirling in circles about him.

“Well, they seem to be enjoying themselves,” Becky said. She lit another joint, took a couple puffs and handed it to Steve.

“Young love, or whatever,” Steve mumbled, taking a toke. “Do they even have love anymore or just other four letter words like fuck and suck.”

Becky pushed him playfully on the shoulder.

“Don’t be so crass, Steve. Have you forgotten what it was like when we were young?”

“No. I caught the tail end of the sexual revolution. But still, I don’t recall flaunting it about in front of our parents.”

“Hey, children of the revolution, you know. And heck, you and I are still young, still capable of getting down and getting it up.”

“Are samsun escort bayan we,” Steve said, casting her a glance. Becky just smiled back and removed the joint from his fingers.

“Hey, you guys hogging the goods?” Brad asked and snatched the joint from his mom. He helped it into Jennifer’s mouth. She took a big hit, then leaned into Brad, kissed him and shared the smoke with him.

“Yum,” he said. “Good stuff.”

“I hope you’re talking about the weed,” Steve said.

“Um, yep. Of course.”

“Hey,” Jennifer exclaimed and punched him in the chest.

“Rock and a hard place,” Becky laughed.

Jennifer changed the music to a soft rock station and melted into Brad’s arms. He glanced once at Steve, who didn’t voice an objection, then placed his arms around Jenny and started to sway smoothly with her.

“Come,” Becky said standing up. “Let’s go look at the stars. I’ll roll us another joint.”

“Chilly out,” Steve said, but still got to his feet.

“Oh, I think I’ll manage to stay warm.”

Outside it was fully dark. Crickets were chirping and once in a while a frog would call out in a high pitched voice. Becky had finished rolling the pot and they both had had a couple fresh hits apiece. They sat silently a while, listening to the night noises.

“I love the sounds of nature,” Becky finally said as she snuggled up beside Steve on the porch swing. “It makes everything so romantic.”

She felt Steve stiffen a little beside her.

“Still thinking about your marriage?”

“Uh, huh.”

“I can cure you of that, you know.”

“Yeah,” Brad sighed. “I’m sure you could. It’s just…”

At that moment he heard Jennifer giggle then gasp sharply. Brad moaned in a manner that could only signal one thing. Steve started to sit up in the swing, but Becky pulled him back.

“Let the kids be kids,” she said. Steve relaxed slightly, but he couldn’t fully take his mind off the sounds of his daughter making love drifting out through the window.

“Don’t shut it out,” Becky whispered. “Listen to it and be happy they are happy.”

He picked out Jennifer’s long slow breaths from Brad’s more hoarse grunts. Their breathing formed a rhythm, almost hypnotic. He heard the couch squeaking slightly and, once in a while a whisper and a giggle. His daughter’s breathing rose in frequency, then he heard high pitched gasps escaping her throat. The couch’s protests became louder, more rapid. He heard Jenny’s sharp intake of breath, a muffled “Ohhhh”, then a long, mewling sigh as she came. Brad’s efforts continued as Steve heard his child softly calling out Brad’s name.

“Listen to the crickets,” Becky whispered softly as she kissed his cheeks. Her right hand stroked his chest, slowly moving downward in a light, circular pattern.

“The crickets are calling for their mates,” she continued. “So are the frogs.”

Steve listened to the sounds of the animals around him. In the distant there was a soft “coo”. Further away, a fainter sound responded. He heard wings take flight.

“Those are the sounds of nature in love. Each cricket finding another cricket. Each frog looking for its perfect mate. All of nature is making love tonight. Nature is the sound of love.”

Her hand found the hard bulge in Steve’s pants and she lightly stroked it.

“We are part of nature, Steve.” She rubbed his cock softly and leaned over to kiss him. He responded slowly, opening his mouth slightly to her tongue. She pressed further on his lips and he slipped an arm around her shoulders. She grasped his member through his pants, giving it a slight squeeze. He hugged her body to him, sucking on her lips, drinking in her natural essence. Her thigh slid up to his lap as her hand found his zipper and undid his fly. She reached her hand inside and held the warm flesh of his pulsing cock.

He reveled in the touch a moment before suddenly gasping and breaking the kiss. He gently pushed her body away from him.

“Becky, no.”

“Steve”

“Please, Becky.” He looked down at his penis, standing fully upright through his jeans. Becky’s soft hand was still on it, moving ever so slightly.

“What do you want, Steve?” Becky asked, continuing her motion.

“I, I don’t know.” He barely got out. “I don’t want to cheat.”

“Are we cheating? Or are we just enjoying a moment in time?”

“I don’t know.” His voice was croaking as Becky continued with her expert touch.

“We only have what life gives us. Only what nature tells us to do. We only have the moment.”

She slid down and slowly, softly, achingly put her mouth around his penis.

He gasped and shuddered at the contact. She looked up a moment and whispered: “Listen to the music of nature,” and put her mouth back over his cock.

She was careful with him, not rough, not fast, not quick. Her hand remained on the base of his penis, stroking lightly while her mouth formed a soft chamber for it to reside in. Her tongue ran its length slowly, causing him to shiver with the sensation. She felt his hand rest on her back, move to stroke her hair and she herself relaxed slightly, knowing he wouldn’t now interrupt her task.

The night sounds drifted over them, intermingled with the soft music coming from the radio and sometimes, rising over it all, the gasps of their children making love just inside.

Vocational School Ch. 02

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“How big does it get, Tommy?” his mother asked in amazement. Susan’s eighteen-year-old snacked in the kitchen, when the towel dropped from his body. After the initial shock of Tom’s nudity, her attention focused on his large penis. Impressed with his massive member dangling soft between his legs, Susan wondered what her son’s erection would look like.

“You mean once it is fully hard? Well, it was a little over eight inches, but that was last summer. I haven’t measured it since then,” he said. Tom noticed his mother’s fascination of his hefty genitals and did not rush to cover his nakedness from her view.

“Oh Tommy, it has to be longer than that. Why, you grew at least two inches taller over this past year,” she equated.

“You are right about that. My cock did get longer and a lot thicker, for sure. It depends on how excited I am, and how much I jerk on it, too,” he coolly told his mom with his giant pendulum prick swaying toward her.

“I know you like playing with it. I hear you moaning and the incessant clicking of your cock while you stroke on it in your room.” She did listen, and on more than one occasion, too. “How frequently do you…shall we say, take advantage of yourself, Tommy?”

“I play with my cock pretty much every day. It’s cool, mom. My friend, Robert, said he jerks on his cock that often, too. He has a big one like me. But of course, you know Robert; he says his is bigger than mine.”

Susan knew of her son’s habit, for she stood outside of his bedroom on a daily basis. Tom’s mother looked forward to the everyday eavesdropping. She wanted to watch him in person, but she could never allow herself to peep in his door. Frustrating her more was the arousing language uttered during his fantasies. Tom ordered to pleasure his cock. Susan ended up breathless in her own room, sprawled on the bed, with a pussy full of fingers, and desired to do everything he said.

“I like to read erotic stories or watch porn while I do it,” he continued, “I will jerk for hours while reading plots with incest involved, and I watch underground videos with the same taboo theme.”

Susan’s heart raced at the thought that her son was into family sex; that he possibly wanted to make love with his sexy mom. She wore no bra or panties under her terry-cloth robe, and the sash loosened enough for him to get a glimpse of her breasts. She teased the boy with hopes of seeing his cock in a full throbbing erection.

“Tommy, your sheets and all my towels are stained from you ejaculating on them. You have a lot of semen for a young man of eighteen,” she pretended to complain as she moved to sit in the living room. Tom followed, leaving the towel behind, and stood nude in front of his mother.

“My cum has to go somewhere, mom, and tissues stick to my dick. I can usually make it come four or five times a day. Is that a lot? I have not done it yet today, though, and I am horny, too. My nuts feel like they are going to explode,” he said while squeezing the large pink orbs in his fist. She noted that he shaved his balls.

“I see just talking about doing it is making you get hard,” she said, but Susan hoped it was from the sight of her breasts, as she let her robe fall open more. She stared in fascination at Tom’s huge cock while it grew thicker and longer. It bounced only a foot from her face as it stretched and angled upward.

“It’s not hard, yet. Do you want me to jerk on it and show you how stiff it can get? I can make it get real big and swollen, mom. Do you want to see? You can measure it for yourself if you want,” he said and squeezed his heavy cock. Tom inched closer, as he stroked on it slow and easy.

“Tommy, what are you doing, honey? You should not be playing with your penis in front of your mother,” she objected as thought a decent parent should, but now with the moral formality gestured, Susan became enthralled with watching him make it erect for her.

“How else is it going to get super hard? You’re the one who wanted to know how big it gets,” Tom reminded her.

“Well, just this one time, and it is for the sake of accuracy only. Okay, Tommy, you make it as big as you can, and I will put a tape on it,” she gave him permission to masturbate in front of his mother. It also was an excuse for her to fondle the object of her fantasies.

“Oh cool!” Tommy said excited, “This will give me bragging rights over Robert’s big dick. Maybe, he and I should have a competition with you being the official judge. Is it okay, if I while I do this, we watch porn, too?”

“We are just going to measure it, Tom. That is all. Do you understand? I do not want you saying anything about this, either.”

“I won’t say anything to dad or Cindy.”

“It’s your friend, Robert, and other boys that I do not want you blabbing to. Do you hear me, mister? You keep your mouth shut and don’t tell anyone about what goes on in this house.”

“Yes, mother,” Tom agreed, but added in jest, “If that will open your sweet lips for my bornova escort cock.”

“You smart-mouth, little bastard with your big dick better not be getting any ideas. I am your mother, and you keep mindful of that,” she raised her voice. She slapped him, too, as part of the parental charade, before she rushed to get the cloth tape from her sewing kit. Being in denial to this mischievous act, and prone to the ambitious notions of her well-hung son, Susan sat on the edge of the couch and watched while Tommy jerked on his big cock only inches from her face.

“This could take a little while, since you won’t let me watch porn. Do you think it would be all right if you opened your robe a little more?” He could almost see her nipples.

“I can’t believe that I am doing this. I guess it is a fair request, seeing, as you are already naked. I may as well be nude, too. I hope your sister does not come home. Yes, honey, if it will help, but I am afraid that it might turn you off, instead.” She did oblige his request with letting her robe fall from her shoulders leaving her naked to his view.

“Oh wow, mom, you are beautiful,” Tom complimented, “I cannot tell you how many times that I beat-off while thinking about you,” he told her as his cock filled quickly with blood. He saw the moisture of his mother’s excited pussy, when she opened her legs to the boy’s eyes. He pulled on his rising cock, and then asked for an official measurement.

“It is just short of eight inches long, and let’s see how wide. This is what really interests me. I prefer a nice fat cock, and you sure have one. Oh my, it is seven inches in circumference. It is the same as my wrist,” Susan said while mesmerized with her hand still on it. Her fingers wrapped its girth, and she thrilled herself with a few strokes on her son’s still growing hard cock.

“Yes, mom, keep doing that. Your hand on it is making it get bigger and harder,” Tom egged his mother on. This scenario could not be working better for him, if he planned it. “Put your other hand on it, too. Now squeeze with a little pressure and pull my foreskin back and forth over the head of my cock. That’s it–do it just like that. Oh, that feels really good.”

“It is getting bigger with my help. I have both of my hands wrapped around your thick shaft, and there is more of this cock showing. I can feel your blood surging thru the veins. It is twitching in my hands, Tommy.”

“It likes you, mom. Can I play with your tits? That should excite me even more,” Tom asked, but his hand already went to her breast and squeezed it. “I love how you play with my cock, and you seem to adore doing it. Please, mother, keep pulling on my dick for me.”

“Yes, baby, I won’t stop. You can fondle with my breasts all you want. See how hard my nipples are. You are making your mom very excited. Pull and twist on them. That feels nice, Tommy. I’m glad that I am able to make you feel good, too. Your cock is so hot in my hands. I love doing this. Please, Tom, don’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t say anything. I promise. Do you like to masturbate, mom? I mean, pleasure yourself everyday like I do.”

“Yes, everyday, like you,” Susan confessed with her heart pounding, for she knew what this was leading to.

“Do you want to play with your pussy, now?”

“Yes, Tommy, I do. Would you think less of me if I did that in front of you? Look how you have your mommy’s pussy, all wet,” she said and opened her legs wide. He saw her juices dripping to her butt. “This is going to be our little secret, isn’t it, Tom?”

“Don’t worry. Relax mother. This is just between us.”

“I do want to play with my pussy, so much, and especially now,” Susan said, as she rubbed circles over her clit.

“I would like to see you make that pretty pussy of yours come all over your fingers. That will make my cock get real big, for sure. Will you do that for me?”

“Yes, son, watch me masturbate. Please do, honey. Mommy loves being naughty for her baby. I am going to make my pussy come, and it will not take long, either. I love doing this with you watching me. I would like to do more dirty things for you, too.”

“You have my permission to do whatever you want, mom. My cock is at your service, or I should say, your service is at my cock. We are going to have so much fun from now on. You’ll see.”

“Hmmm, this is really turning me on. I am making myself come. I never came this fast before. Your big dick is making me crazy. Yes! Oh god, this feels so good,” Susan cried out, with her fingers fucking fast inside of her pussy. She sat panting and shaking in orgasm with her juices dripping onto the floor.

“That was hot, mom. Let’s measure my cock again,” he suggested.

She nodded that it was time for another check of its size, but Susan could not stop playing with her pussy. It was another thrilling minute and her second orgasm with her fingers flying over her clit, before she was able, or more bornova escort bayan forced herself to quit.

“I’m sorry,” she said still panting, “I made you wait.” Susan’s hands were trembling and coated with her own gooey cum, as she tried to hold the tape to his cock.

“No problem. I see you have a very responsive pussy. I like that.”

“It is now nine and one-eighth inches long, and eight inches around its base. I cannot believe how big your cock is, Tom. You are going to please some undeserving girl’s pussy so much with this cock.”

“My cock can get bigger, mom. I know it can,” Tom said, “You need to pay a little more attention to it. That’s all.”

“Tommy, I will do whatever you want, honey. Just tell your mother what she has to do for her boy and his big dick,” Susan pledged devotion to please him.

“I know you will do anything for your son, and I love you very much and would do anything for you. What I would like you to do is show me how much you love my cock. I want you to rub it all over your face,” he commanded to worship his dick. She did, whimpering that she loved it.

“Kiss it, mom. Make love to my cock.” She said that she wanted to, with more desire than for anything else. “Lick the pink shaft and trace the blue veins with your tongue, all the way down to my balls. Now kiss my cum-filled balls and suck on them real nice, mom.” Susan sucked on them, as he instructed, one at a time. She did everything he told her to do.

He continued goading his mom further down the promiscuous path. “I got a little pre-cum dripping now. Wipe it over your mouth and moisten those sweet lips. Let your tongue lash honey.” Susan tasted and moaned. “Does that please you?” She nodded and licked the head of his cock for more of the clear cum. “You are such a naughty mother for doing this to your boy. You know what he wants his bad mom to do for him next, don’t you?”

“Yes, Tommy, you want mommy to put it in her mouth. I need to, so much, too. You do not know how I have longed to do this. Make me blow you, Tommy. Tell me to make it come for you. I will do it as many times as you say. You can shoot your cum on my face, too, if that pleases you, son. Please, baby, let mommy suck on your dick for you,” she begged, before her lips stretched over the head of his cock.

“Hello! Mom? I’m home. Is there anybody here?” Cindy announced as she came in the back door. Susan and Tom rushed to get out of sight. Susan hurried into the bathroom and locked the door leaving Tommy stranded naked in the hall. Cindy found his towel on the kitchen floor and laughed when she saw her brother in the buff.

“Hey, you forgot something,” she said holding up his towel. His cock was still semi-erect, and his sister saw its magnificence. “What were you doing? I bet jerking off in the kitchen,” she joked as she threw it at him. “Hey, mom, hurry up in the bathroom. I gotta pee.”

“Yes, sweetie, I will be done in a minute,” she answered, but behind that door, Susan sat overwhelmed with passion. She teased her pussy to another orgasm, with her fingers squishing inside.

Susan made dinner for the family, and as they all sat at the table together, no one noticed when Tom pulled his cock out of his shorts. He took hold of Susan’s hand and rubbed it on his dick. She tried to pull her hand back, but she did not want to make a scene. Her dutiful fingers circled her son’s cock and squeezed it. Tom made his mother play with his big dick beneath the table, with her husband and daughter sitting across from them. Susan had her legs open, while Tommy rubbed her cunt. Their steadily pumping arms went undetected, as they teased each other all through the meal.

Tommy complained that he was having trouble understanding a subject at school. He said there was a test tomorrow, and asked his mom if she could help him study for it. “It has to do with measurements, mom,” he said and winked. Susan excused herself and joined her son in his room. She told her husband that she was helping Tommy prepare for a final exam.

A half an hour later, Cindy wanted to see if she could help, too. She was about to open her brother’s door, when she heard her mom say, “It’s nine and one-half inches, Tommy.” Cindy always was bad at math and hated fractions. She listened to music in her room.

Tom sat on his bed, with his mother on her knees between his legs. She had most of his cock in her mouth and stroked the remainder with her hand. Tommy made his mother blow him, and Susan had to beg to do it. Then with her head in his hands, Tom pumped his big dick into her mouth, until his warm cum filled it and dripped off her chin. He licked and fingered his mom’s wet pussy, while she jerked and sucked on his cock. Susan said it was out of the question to fuck–Tom did not have a condom, and mother was not on the pill–she was not ready to go that far, yet, with her son.

“Mom, you really like sucking on a cock, and you are escort bornova very good at doing it. I am going to want you to blow me a lot. I love watching you play with your pussy, too. Do you like using toys? Maybe you could put on a show with them. Have you ever been tied up, mom? How about getting handcuffed and blindfolded, with you being on your knees and other cocks involved?”

“Tommy! No! You promised this was just between us, and now you want me to blow Robert and his other friends,” she slipped out. Tom had not said anyone in particular, but Susan had Robert and his big cock on her mind. “No, baby, I can’t. Oh, Tom, if you bring them over here, you know what will happen, honey.”

Susan did want very much to blow Robert and other boys, too. In fact, it was Robert responsible for her infatuation of big dicks and for the yearning of her own son’s ample cock. It began with the used condom Susan found at the end of their driveway. At first, she thought it disgusting that someone threw it there. She picked it up with a paper towel and brought it inside. It was a huge condom. Susan could not imagine the size of the cock that stretched this rubber. It had not been there very long, and Susan could smell the fragrance of hot sex on the protective casing. It was sticky on the outside, and when she held it up, she saw inside was a copious amount of white cum. She felt a rush of excitement. She wondered who had the giant cock that deposited this luscious cream.

The following evening Susan stayed alert to the doings outside. Sure enough, a car parked at their driveway, and Susan recognized it as the newlywed’s that live up the street. She could not understand why they would come to the front of her house and fuck. Susan went to investigate. It was the young wife, but she was not with her husband. It was Robert sitting with her in the car. This stunned Susan that a recently married woman was having an affair, and it was with Tommy’s friend, too. Robert had been to their house many times for dinner.

He pushed the girl’s head down on his cock and made her blow him. Susan snuck closer to see inside their vehicle. She thought the girl was very attractive, short dark hair like herself, but having smaller breasts. Susan then saw Robert’s big dick. It was the most beautiful cock, thick, and shining swollen, so long and hard. She listened with envy to this privileged woman’s moaning after she eased down over it. The lucky bitch then started screaming in multiple orgasms while riding hard on Robert’s big dick. Tommy’s friend was not a quick shooter, either. His cock stayed hard for her. Susan heard her tell Robert how much she loved his big horse cock. He tossed the used condom out the window, and it almost hit Tommy’s mom in the face.

The next night, the same cheating wife was there, again. This time she had a car full with not only Robert, but three other young men, too. Susan watched as the girl sat in the back seat between two boys stroking on their big cocks. She sucked their dicks and let them to come in her mouth. Susan–jealous as hell and turned-on beyond belief–fingered her pussy only a few feet away. They took turns fucking the young newlywed to countless orgasms with their many wonderful cocks. Tommy’s mom came several times, too.

No dodging any flying used condoms for Susan that night. The girl wanted to feel their cum shooting inside of her pussy and screamed when they did. Susan thought that she would want this, too. After watching that, Susan longed to have the big cock, and most of all, Robert’s beautiful cock. She had fantasies of him and of a gangbang with other well-hung men.

The next morning, while her husband and daughter were eating breakfast, Susan was on her knees sucking Tommy’s cock before he went to school. After she swallowed her son’s cum, she told him that they would have the house to themselves later. Cindy was having dinner then staying overnight at her friend’s house, and Tom’s dad would be going straight to the game after work. She said the two of them will have the whole afternoon and evening together, and that she would pick-up some wine. Susan paused before she added, “You get the condoms.”

Tom acknowledged with a smile, for he knew that she decided to let him start fucking his own mother. He kissed his mom and promised to take care of all her needs. Tom suggested they have a celebration. He asked that she get a gallon of the wine and make extra, a lot extra, of her famous pasta for dinner tonight. Tom did not say why, but Susan knew it was Robert’s favorite dish.

“I can serve up to four, Tommy.” Susan felt faint when she said that. She pictured herself on her knees while they circled around her. That she jerked on their big cocks and begged to blow them. She had an image of those young bucks shooting their cum in her mouth and splattering so much of it on her face. Tommy’s mom knew that she would fuck for all of them, too. Susan saw her love for Robert’s cock, and how she would do anything he wanted to get it. “How many boys will be coming?” she asked quivering with her hand inside of her panties.

Tom nodded that he understood his mom’s request. It pleased him to have her full cooperation. He would tell Robert to bring his friends. “All four of them, mom, and I am sure they all will be wanting seconds, too.”

An Innsmouth Halloween

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I meant to write this for Halloween 2021, but I suppose it’s better late than never, lol. This story contains taboo, mild incest, and kink themes, reader discretion is advised.

This story is set in my impression of the Cthulhu mythos, but even those unfamiliar to the genre should be able to follow the story, just not recognize many of the settings and references.

To help avoid confusion, I’ll refer to the characters by their first names, rather than their titles, except when in a direct quote or description.

I wrote this as an attempt at a fun to read novella with elements of kink, cosmic horror, humor, and love.

Here’s hoping you enjoy it 😉

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Part One; Introductions

Chapter 1

So, this story takes place during the week of Halloween in the late 1990s in Innsmouth, Massachusetts, USA. Its pronounced in-smuth, by the way, people from outside New England often pronounce it as inns-mouth, which never fails to induce a cringe from us natives. At its inception in the 17th century, it had been a simple fishing port. It experienced periods of growth and decline during the 18th and 19th centuries. Beginning in the mid 19th century, it had become somewhat famous for a gold and precious metal refinery, as well as the strange silver-gold artifacts imported there that were not found anywhere else in the known world. After the mysterious incident at the nearby Devil’s Reef in the 1920s, and the resulting quarantine of most of the townspeople, the gold and silver business had become bankrupt, sending the area into poverty and abandonment.

A creepy little seaport with a reputation for the incestuous clannishness of its natives simply didn’t attract transplants. Although this isn’t to say it became a ghost town, the low real estate values and seaside location had gradually attracted new families in search of a place to live. By the 1990s the influx of people had revitalized most of the town, bringing modern infrastructure and new businesses, leaving only pockets of the old Innsmouth intact.

Thats where my people are from; the old Innsmouth. Our roots here go back centuries, blended from outcasts of the first nations and various migrants fleeing religious persecution. In the case of our ancestors, they were escaping from witch hunters, rather than mere tax collectors.

My name is Mark Waite, and I was 21 years old at the time. I lived with my Mother, Ann Waite, in a decrepit old house in one of the old sections of town. My Aunt, Sara Marsh, is not actually my biological aunt, but she and my mother have been bonded since well before I was born. You see, my family are adherents to the ancient religion once common in the area; witches, to put it bluntly.

My mother and aunt, along with my cousins Heather and Chloe Marsh and I are the only living members of our family clan. My cousins and I had been raised to be full members of the coven when we came of age on the Halloween following our 19th birthday. While Heather and Chloe both always cherished our traditions, at that age I wasn’t interested. I had refused to take part in my coming of age ceremony two years before, much to the chagrin of the family. I was more concerned with cars, partying, and video games rather than tradition in those days.

Sara, Heather, and Chloe lived in an old hotel in one of the ungentrified sections. It had originally been a vast mansion and company headquarters built by an ancestor of ours who had been one of the most prosperous local sea captains of the 19th century. It had been converted into a hotel in the early 1900s The wholesale price of fish had dropped due to the development of more efficient industrial fishing methods, and the plan was to use the huge building as a hotel and rental space to generate extra income to make up for the loss.

It had an eclectic mix of the original victorian structure as well as art deco and art nouveau styling left over from the last real update it had undergone in the 1920s. The careful observer could discern some rather eldritch details hidden in both the decor and layout of the building itself. What first appeared to be rather conventional art nouveau stars, suns and moons were very carefully placed in relation to the heavens, and did the neoclassical stone busts in the lobby represent gorgons, or something more sinister..

It is called the Grand Old Hotel, and it was in the middle of an unrestored area almost like a dingy oasis of dilapidated brick and feral trees twisted by the sea wind. It was technically still in business, although it was run down and shabby enough that it rarely had guests. The only two reasons my aunt had been able to pay the taxes and skeleton crew of employees and keep it and the surrounding acreage from foreclosure was an ancestral investment trust dating back to the glory days of the gold refinery, and the massive, crumbling. ancient cemetery adjacent to the property that dampened the real estate developers’ covetousness for the land. As it was, the place was in rough tekirdağ escort shape, what was left of the family trust could cover the bills indefinitely, but didn’t leave room for renovations.

Chapter 2

“Oh, come on Mark! Would it kill you to not act like a brat for once?” “The Samhain ritual is extremely important this year, and the coven needs you!”

This was my mother scolding me exasperatedly, as I was on the phone with my best friend Jeff discussing our plans for Halloween. She had been standing in the hall just outside my room listening, and stormed in when she heard about the party my buddy and I were discussing. I could tell that Ann was serious, she had been nagging me not to make plans on Halloween for months in advance. It was weird, because she usually let me do whatever I wanted, and never listened to my phone calls.

I could tell that my mom wasn’t going to let this go, so I finally admitted: “Dude, sorry, I really need to spend this Halloween with the family, for some reason my mom is going totally crazy about it.” I said this while pointedly glaring at her with an exasperated eye roll.

“Its cool nerdman, you won’t be missing much, just a once in a lifetime party with tons of beer, live music, and all the girls dressed as sexy monsters.” Jeff said, trying to cover his disappointment with a sarcastic laugh.

After hanging up with my friend, my mom asked if that meant I was promising to spend Halloween with family. I told her yes, that I would be there if it meant that much to her. She looked incredibly relived, and sat down on the bed next to where I was laying.

“Thank you, Mark” she said seriously while patting my thigh. She looked like she wanted to hug me, but since I was laying on my back she settled for a pat. “I know you are going to miss the big party, but it’s very important that you come to the Samhain ritual this year, you have a major role in the celebration.”

“What is the big deal about this year?” I asked irritatedly. “I mean, most Halloweens all we do is sing and dance around in weird circles and you and Aunt Sara read from the Necronomicon, and then we eat.” I was pretty miffed at missing Jeff’s party, after all it was the first year we were over 21, and able to buy alcohol.

“This year is special, Chloe has just had her 19th birthday, and will be fully accepted into the coven.”

“That’s awesome, I’m happy for her, its great she is into all the stuff you and Aunt Sara and Heather are, but I don’t get why its so important for me to be there, I honestly don’t give a crap about any of it.” I said in sullen resentment.

“As I’ve told you, you have a vital role to play in Chloe’s initiation. You may not take our traditions seriously, but you are a part of them, like it or not.”

“Yeah, fine, what do you want me to do?” I asked, resigning myself to my duty.

“Well, Samhain is still three days away, so nothing much for today, except that starting right now, you are not to eat any fast food or prepackaged junk, is that clear?”

“Not even Halloween candy?”

“Not till after the ritual, then you can have as much as you want.” “Other than that; don’t make any plans, and get plenty of rest. We’ll start the preparations tomorrow.”

Mom leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the forehead, “Thanks Mark, this won’t be easy for you, but you may have some fun too.”

As she got up and left my room, I was a little concerned about what wasn’t going to be easy for me, but I assumed she just meant about missing the party, and let it go without question.

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning to Ann raising the blinds in my room. “What the hell, Mom?” I said groggily as I sat up in bed, blinking in the sudden brightness.

“Morning Marky!” “Come have breakfast!”

“Ive got a class today, and you know Mr. Sargent needs my help straightening out that crashed Mustang,” I said, rubbing my eyes. Miskatonic University ran a small satellite campus in town where I went to school, and Mr. Joe Sargent was my boss at the garage where I worked part time.

“I know, that’s why I got you up early, you need to eat what I prepare, we can’t have you getting hungry and eating junk while you are out.”

I sighed, but didn’t bother arguing. Ann had cooked an exceptionally bland breakfast of unseasoned fish and steamed seaweed. I raised an eyebrow at her skeptically, to which she replied that healthy eating was important for the ritual. As I sat at the table she brought me some kind of smoothie. I jokingly asked if it was a magic potion. To my surprise, she said it was, in a way. She explained that it was mostly vitamins and minerals, and a few other supplements. “It will build your strength and cleanse you.”

I decided not to argue and just drank it. As we ate, Ann mentioned that we were going to Sara’s the next afternoon. She also talked about how exited she was that Heather was back home. And also that she would appreciate if I came home directly escort tekirdağ after school or work every day this week. I thought that this was getting a little ridiculous, after all I was missing out on the Halloween party, it would be nice to spend at least some of the holiday with my friends, but my mother said it was important. I didn’t understand all the mystery, but just let it go and went to class.

When I got home, my mother was acting strangely. She was in the calm, mystical mood she sometimes has after one of her meditation and prayer sessions. She was wearing a white robe with a red belt, and I could see a red cord on the exposed part of her chest that seemed to be tied around her somehow. I was horny, and the hint of that red cord binding her, along with the clinging cut of the robe, made me notice how pretty and sexy she was. She had let her hair down from its usual utilitarian bun, and the black and silver strands cascaded over her shoulders. She had been very athletic when she was young, and was still quite fit in her 40s. It was always a source of irritation when guys would say how “hot” she was, but I had to admit they had a point.

I normally go to the bathroom and take a shower and change into comfortable clothes when I get home for the day, so I headed straight there after greeting my mom. I was planning to masturbate in the shower to get rid of the awkward feeling of being turned on by my mother. Just as I had undressed, there was a perfunctory knock and the door opened. I scrambled for a towel, and quickly wrapped it around my waist as Ann entered.

“Jeez Mom, I’m in the bathroom.”

“As you probably know, Mark, many of our rituals are performed skyclad, you and the girls were too young to take part, but with Chloe being 19 now, it’s time for you to participate fully. This is part of the preparation for Samhain.”

She removed a couple objects from the pockets of her robe and set them on the counter. She started humming one of her hymns, and gracefully strode towards me, and gently but inexorably took my towel, leaving me naked before her.

With a practiced flourish, she slipped from her robe and hung it from the hook on the door in one graceful movement. I was quite literally speechless as I went through a deluge of emotion; shock, embarrassment, amusement, guilt, and a slight, but uncomfortable lust. My mother was a vision of beauty, her fair complexion contrasting with the black and silver waterfall of her hair, the smooth curves of her breasts, hips, and buttocks accentuated by the intricately knotted red rope bound around her. I didn’t mean to look, but my eyes followed the rope down her belly, where a knotted section pressed against her vulva, nestled in her dark, neat pubic hair. I took in the vision like it was in slow motion, I noticed the wetness of her pink labia, stimulated by the taut rope. At this secret glimpse, my brain gave up any hope of rational thought or propriety, and my penis leapt up in a ferocious erection, spraying her with a small burst of transparent pre-cum. She paid no attention to this, and calmly finished with a slow pirouette, when she stopped her hypnotic humming and spoke:

“Kneel”

Without a word I did as she said. She took another step towards me, staring into my eyes and smiling serenely. As I knelt, she had dropped her mystical, solemn bearing somewhat. “Your ol’ Mama still has it, judging by this,” she said as she reached down and playfully pinched the head of my erect penis. She gave me a hug, pulling my face between her breasts, the contrast of her soft skin and the coarse ropes that bound her in a sort of harness furthering my sensory overload and confusion. She ran her fingers through my already thinning, buzz cut hair playfully for a moment before gently lifting my head until she was staring into my eyes again and said that we needed to get back to the ritual.

“This is a ritual?” I asked. I was able to speak again, my arousal was quickly wearing off as Ann and I made eye contact and conversation until I just felt kind of embarrassed.

“Of course, dork” she said playfully. “As I’ve been trying to explain to you your entire life, one of the most powerful ways to gain the attention of the Great Old Ones is to connect to each other; the shared primal emotion helps us hear the call of Dead Cthulhu. The ritual aspect makes it easier to let go of our self-consciousness.”

“For example, it can be very difficult to experience being unclothed, and having our bodies explored, or to submit and be disciplined, or to dominate, or any of the other basic needs that can be taboo.” “If you block your emotions, and don’t consciously experience what you are going through, the spell won’t work.” When it’s done as part of a ritual, it is easier to surrender without feeling guilty.” “Also, when the stars are right, like on Samhain, the Great Old Ones are able to perceive our dimension more clearly, and they are drawn to these emotions like flies tekirdağ escort bayan to honey.”

“You have never taken any of our rituals seriously, so we don’t have to be too formal when it’s just you and me.” She said this last line with a wink.

“Yeah, ok.” I said.

“Let’s begin,” my mother said, smiling, and stepped over to the counter where she had put the items from her pocket.

She entered a trancelike state again and began her hypnotic humming, and approached me with a section of rope like the one knotted around her. Still humming and chanting, she quickly bound my arms behind my back so that the insides of my wrists were touching. She walked back to the counter in that slow, sinuous, dance like gait.

“Breathe, Mark, slow, deep breaths in time with my voice.” She began singing, it was not quite a lullaby, but still a very gentle, rhythmic, soothing song. The lyrics were something about black stars and a place called Carcosa, but I was too mentally overloaded to really process the words, but just allowed myself to be lost in the sound of my mother’s voice.

As I relaxed she wound a soft cloth around my head gently, blindfolding me. She guided me into position with my knees and chest on the cold tile floor. I stayed in position, just breathing and listening to my mother sing, as she gently ran her fingers over me. I noticed Mom’s touch lingering on my butt the more relaxed I became. With a wave of embarrassment I felt her slowly spread my bottom open.

I felt an almost physical discomfort as her fingers touched the soft skin of my gluteal cleft, like my body wanted to clamp and cover my most vulnerable flesh. I involuntarily struggled against the bonds on my arms, but could not loosen them. It was uncomfortable, but there was a definite pleasure in the feeling of being violated. As I fussed and wiggled, Mom’s touch firmed, communicating without words that I was to remain still. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pressure on my anus, after a moment my body relaxed, and I felt something slide in. I felt a slowly spreading sensation of fullness, and after a moment Mom withdrew the object from me.

“Keep breathing, Mark” Ann said in time with her song. I knelt there uncomfortably as she sang quietly, gradually realizing I needed to use the toilet badly.

“Mom, I need to go,” I said embarrassedly, not wanting to interrupt her song, but not knowing what else to do. She slowed her singing back into a hum, and guided me upright and led me to the toilet. I was helpless, blindfolded with my arms bound, so she helped me sit. I wasn’t sure what to do, I kept waiting for my mom to leave, but she simply stood before me, patiently motionless. I was mortified, but eventually I couldn’t resist and released the enema. I was just thankful for the blindfold covering most of my face, hiding me. To my horror, I heard the faint sound of toilet paper tearing before I felt my mother reach between my legs and wipe me.

“Almost done for today, Marky” she whispered in my ear as she flushed and helped me stand up. I almost didn’t want to open my eyes as she removed the blindfold, but she was just smiling reassuringly. She walked me into the shower and gave me a quick wash from head to toe, still in her trancelike state.

“Once we remove your bonds, the purification spell will be complete,” She said as she untied me.

Chapter 4

I laid on top of my bed after the events that had just taken place in the bathroom, feeling like it had been a dream. I had put on a comfy sweatshirt, but hadn’t bothered to put on any pants, and was halfheartedly stroking my penis. Physically, I needed to ejaculate, but I couldn’t decide whether I was more aroused or embarrassed as I processed what had just happened. And I was distracted wondering what the ritual on Halloween was going to be like, if this was the preparation for it.

Just then, my mother came in my room without knocking. She was wearing her white robe again, this time without any rope underneath. She was drying her hair with a towel, and I surmised that she had taken a shower after the ritual was completed. I attempted to pull the covers around me to cover myself. “Jeez Mom, don’t you knock?” She arched an eyebrow at me amusedly and sat on the side of my bed.

“You’re going to have to wear this.” She said, removing a shiny object from her pocket. Initially, I thought it was a piece of jewelry, but it was too large to be a necklace, ring, or bracelet. She held up the dubious object d’art and explained: “This is a chastity device, Mark.” “It locks around your penis to prevent you from masturbating. You’ll need to keep it on until Halloween.”

At 21, I don’t think I had ever gone more than 24 hours without ejaculating. The thought of going multiple days without relief was completely inconceivable.

“Why are you being so weird lately, Mom?” “This is crazy, I have to eat bland food, I can’t hangout with my friends, and now you’re sticking things in my butt and locking up my penis?” “I agreed to be part of the ceremony, but this is ridiculous!” I mean, what the hell does all this have to do with Chloe’s initiation?”

“For one thing, you should be at your physical best condition for the ritual.” “More importantly, you need to experience longing and frustration, it’s very important.”

Adult Education: Lay Me Raw

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As I am driving to her house, I wonder why she invited me. I mean, a teacher inviting a student to her home is just odd. It isn’t conventional but it is okay; I mean, I’m grown and she’s grown and she’s not my teacher any more. The night class she taught was over last semester so she’s no more my teacher than just some woman I happen to know. Hmm, it is still odd though.

Thoughts swirl around in my mind and even though I have trepidation, I do not turn around and go back home. I suppose I’ve always been the curious type and a bit of a dare devil. Why not go to her house and see what things are like? I mean, what’s the harm? I can always leave if things aren’t to my liking. The truth is, I find her absolutely intriguing and a peek inside her house will give me insight into her personal life. Things like, what her family photos look like? Is her family large? Does she live alone? How is her home decorated? Does she live in a tiny condo or a sprawling house? Does she have pets? You know, questions of that sort.

I ease down the street looking for the appropriate house number. I know I must be close but I don’t see any cars. Maybe I’m the first person to arrive? As my car creeps toward the next house on the right, I see the house number she gave me. I must be here. I park on the side of the street then look over to assess the house. It is hard to see because the lot is heavily wooded and has dense foliage but, from what I can tell, it’s a large, nice house. I check my appearance in the rear view mirror, smooth down a few fly-away hairs, take a deep breath, and leave the safety of my car for the unknown.

It’s a perfect day. The sun is bright, the temperature is about 72 degrees, and the humidity is low. The yard doesn’t have any grass. It’s too wooded for grass to grow but there are lots of shrubs and large laurel types of plants. There is a wooden walkway leading to the front door and I meander up the path to the house. The solid front door is open and a beautiful beveled storm door separates the inside from the outside.

This is it! I’m here and all that’s between us is glass. I take another huge, deep breath and ring the doorbell. I see her coming down the hallway to let me in and I smile at her, probably awkwardly, and she smiles back.

“Come on in! Did you have any trouble finding the place?” She asks.

“No, I’m pretty good with directions and I didn’t have any trouble.” I reply.

“Good. Come on in and get comfortable,” she says leading me into the back of the house.

The first thing I notice is that she’s barefoot. Her auburn hair is in a very loose, messy bun held in place with a chop stick looking thing, and she’s wearing a blue gauze sun dress. As I begin to follow her down the hall, I ask, “Am I the first guest to arrive?”

“First?” She replies with a question in her inflection. “Oh, no. You’re the only guest. The party is now officially started.”

Oh. Wow. Now, I’m really nervous. I’m not good at chit-chatting and when a party consists of a very small number of people, I’m expected to talk and carry my end of conversation. If the party is rather large, I can blend in the background and observe. I’m more comfortable observing and listening. I ask, “Is it just us or will your husband and family be coming?”

“Just you and me.” She replies innocuously.

She leads me into the kitchen. It’s large and airy with a small sitting area on the left side. There’s an island, bar space, two sinks, a rustic sort of Quaker style breakfast-room table, and two French doors that are open and lead out onto a patio. There are many cut flowers laid out on the counter and an empty vase sitting nearby. She goes over to a wine rack and seems to think a minute, then pulls out a merlot and says, “How about a merlot? You like red wine, don’t you?” Then, she looks at me and squints as if thinking hard and says, “Yes. You are a red wine drinker.”

I do not reply to her question and besides, it was rhetorical anyway. I am too busy assessing my surroundings and reminding myself to breath. There’s a lump in my throat and my nerves are about to overtake me. I usually do not drink this early in the day but today, I will make an exception. I need to calm down a bit and some wine may help me do that. It will also make chit-chatting easier and that’s always a plus!

She begins uncorking the wine and says, “Sit, Leigh.”

“Where?”

“Anywhere. How about here, on one of these stools. You can watch me work.” Katherine says.

I’m not quite sure what she means by work but okay, whatever. I sit on one of the bar stools and she slides a full glass of wine in my direction. “You are a red wine drinker, aren’t you?” She asks.

I reply by nodding yes. My state has gone passed being nervous to bona fide apprehension and the lump in my throat has grown large enough that I’m not sure I can speak without bursa yabancı escort my condition being obvious.

She raises her glass of wine and says, “A toast. To friends!”

I raise my glass to hers and then, we both sip.

There is a pause, then she says without inflection, “You can talk, you know.”

I reply matter-of -factly, “Yes, I can.”

She begins arranging flowers and I continue to look around the room. After a minute, I get up and look at some pictures on top of a small roll top desk. I see a man who appears to be her husband and two young men, perhaps in their late teens, who appear to be her sons. For clarity I ask, “Is this your husband?”

“That was my husband, Steve, and our sons Patrick and Jason. Steve died a few years ago and now it’s just my boys and me. Both Patrick and Jason are away at college.”

“I’m sorry for your loss. That must have been rough.”

She looks at me and replies, “Yes, it was rough; but things are okay now.” Then, she smiles.

I think, there doesn’t seem to be any indication of a party here. She did invite me to a party at her house. Even if it’s only a party of two, you’d expect hors d’oeuvres or something. As I look around, there doesn’t seem to be anything special planned for this space today. I take a large gulp of wine and notice the breeze gently blowing her sundress. The material is caressing her body and she is truly lovely in blue. I also like her hair up. It shows her pretty shoulders.

“What is on your mind, Leigh?”

“Why I’m here.”

“Is that all?”

“At the moment.” I reply.

She continues to arrange flowers while the breeze sweeps around her gently blowing her dress. Without looking at me, and with the most nonchalant attitude imaginable, she replies, “You’re here because I invited you and because you wanted to come.” She pauses then continues, “It’s that simple. You’re here, spending time with me on this beautiful Saturday. We’re sharing a bottle of wine and enjoying just being together.”

“We are?” I thought. I can’t say I’m enjoying anything right now. I’m so nervous that I’m about to vibrate, which is not a good feeling! The only good thing I can think of is that I’m getting an impression about her life and what she’s like privately.

“Drink, Leigh. I have plenty more wine.” She says.

My response is to down the remainder of the alcohol. I place the empty glass on the bar and I take a seat once more on the bar stool. She refills my glass. I notice she’s only taken about three sips of hers. I need to be careful because I might get tipsy while she remains sober. That would not be good so I make a mental note to pace myself.

Just then, the wine’s effect washes over me like a tidal wave and I relax, some.

Noticing my body relax a tad, she says, “That’s it. I would like you to be comfortable and I have more than enough wine to help.”

Damn. She’s watching me closely enough to see if I’m tense or notice when I relax. I know she’s observant. I realized that when I was in her class. I’m just not used to being the subject of anyone’s observations, or more than that; even scrutiny.

My hands are nervous and I fondle the glass before me. I notice the wine swirling in the glass, the way it seeps down the sides, the way my hand looks clunky holding it. Due to the effects of the alcohol, I am able to speak trivially. I say the first thing that comes to mind, “I usually have long fingernails but most of them broke, so I cut ’em all. I don’t like it though. It’s hard to pick up stuff.”

“I know.” She replies. I look at her with a question on my face and she elaborates, “I wondered why your nails were short today. Usually, you have such pretty nails.”

God! I was relaxing only slightly enough to speak without a huge lump in my throat and now she throws me right back into being uncomfortable! I don’t do anything. I don’t say anything, I just sit and stare at my wine glass and think.

Katherine continues to arrange flowers while seemingly not being aware of much else. I know this isn’t true, though. What all is she noticing? She hadn’t been close enough to my hands to notice my nails, had she? Oh, silly me, she saw my nails when I lifted the wine glass.

The silence is broken when she quietly asks (while never breaking her gaze from the flowers), “What’s zipping through that head of yours?”

“I’m thinking about why you noticed my fingernails.”

“I suppose because they’re different than usual.”

“No, I mean, don’t look at my hands.” I say while purposefully putting my hands down, off the bar.

She continues arranging flowers and doesn’t look at me. After a minute or two she says, “Leigh, use your hands to drink your wine.” Then, she pauses before saying, “It would make me happy if you wouldn’t hide from me.”

On that note, bursa sınırsız escort I need another good swig, so I my lift a hand, grasp my glass and drink.

“Did you grow those flowers?” I ask.

“Yes. I picked them this morning. Would you like to see the backyard?”

“Yes, I would, but not right this minute.”

She looks at me, smiles, and replies, “Okay.”

Katherine finishes getting the flowers just like she wants them, drinks the rest of her wine, then places the vase on the table. She refills her wine glass and tops off mine. Then, she slides her fingers underneath my hand and gently strokes my fingertips. She says, “Your nails are so short, the skin around them looks tender.”

I watch her stroking and observing my fingers and say, “Yes. That’s one reason why it’s hard to pick up stuff. I can’t help how close to the quick my nails break. I have to cut all the broken part away.”

She looks deeply into my face and smiles.

I know why she asked me here. One of the reasons I have been so nervous is because deep in the recesses of my mind, it occurred to me that I’d been invited for — shall we say, personal reasons.

“Let’s take our wine outside, okay?” She begins walking toward the outside and I casually follow her. She takes a seat in a white wrought iron chair, but I do not sit. I begin assessing the outside of the house – the yard, flowers, patio area, furniture. I can feel her watching me. Thankfully though, my nerves are under control and that’s due to the effects of the alcohol.

She breaks the silence by asking, “What are you learning, Leigh?”

“Your sense of style and the fact that you have a green thumb.”

“Will you sit, please?”

“Where?” I ask.

She points to a beautiful chaise longue with a large floral patterned cushion. I do as she asks. I sit on the chaise longue. I do not lounge though, I keep my feet firmly planted on the ground. She stands and walks toward me then, with obvious deliberation, stands close enough to be in my personal space. I look up at her.

“Do you need to drink more wine?”

“Why would I?” I ask sincerely. I can tell she’s coming onto me and I’m not sure how far she will take things.

“To calm your nerves.”

“No, I’m good. Thanks.”

Katherine reaches down toward my knees and gestures for me to swing my legs onto the longue. I do as she wishes, then, she sits beside me and faces me. After we both drink a few more sips of wine, she places both of our glasses on a nearby occasional table. She gives me her undivided attention and whispers, “I want to be close to you. I know you can tell that. I assume you don’t have a problem since you’re still here.”

I don’t reply. I just emotionlessly gaze into her face.

“Have you ever been with a woman, Leigh?” She asks.

“No,” I whisper.

She begins to caress my cheek and study my features.

“I didn’t know that you are a lesbian. I thought you were just . . . well, I’m not sure.” I say.

“I’m not fond of that word.”

“I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just the word that society uses…”

“I know, and I’m not offended. I just don’t like labels. I’m not homosexual per se, and I’m not heterosexual per se, I’m just me. Whatever that is, is me.”

“I see.”

“Do you? I want you to understand.”

“I do understand.” I say.

“Can you honestly tell me that you haven’t felt something about be? Something that maybe you couldn’t put your finger on, but something that was different?”

“Yes, I’ve felt that about you but I haven’t known how to articulate it. I suppose, if I had to label it, I would call it sensitive or maybe intuitive.”

“You are too. I can feel it on you. Like you said, it’s kind of a feeling that can’t be explained but it can be felt. I prefer to call it chemistry. I like your chemistry. Will you let me be close to you?”

My head is reeling! What do I say? I have only been intimate with men and just a couple of them! The truth is, I like her too but I don’t have any understanding of what I’ve been feeling. I’m out of my depth; I’m lost!”

She breaks the silence of my racing thoughts by asking, “Do you want more wine?”

“Do you want me drunk?” I sincerely ask.

“No, I want you calm. Have you drunk enough to be calm?”

I whisper, “I’m calm.”

“Would you like to touch me?” Katherine asks.

“Yes.”

“You may.”

“I don’t know how.” I say genuinely.

She strokes the side of my face and looks into my eyes lovingly. After several seconds, she says, “I’ll help you.” Then, she leans forward and kisses me.

As our lips meet, I’m overcome with the sensation of softness. This beautiful, gentle spirit with soft skin is kissing me. She is just so very soft . . . and warm. My head is spinning and it’s not the wine!

A görükle escort few seconds later, she pulls back, looks into my eyes, and whispers, “Lick your lips.” I do as commanded, then she asks, “Can you taste me?”

“Yes.” Katherine tasted like nothing I’d ever tasted before. It wasn’t sweet and it certainly wasn’t bitter or even a matte taste. The only way to describe it is that she tasted female. This was so very foreign to me but I couldn’t deny; I liked it.

Then, I watch her taste her lips and she leans forward and kisses me again. This time, as we kiss, I caress the side of her face. Her skin as soft as her kiss! Everything is so very soft! Before I realize it, I sigh and my body relaxes and I begin to kiss her back. I can tell her lips are trying to form a smile. She knows I like it.

When our lips disjoin, she whispers, “I’m so glad you came today.”

I caress her cheek, run my thumb around the perimeter of her mouth, touch a strand of hair that’s come loose from her bun . . . I begin to learn her.

She lets me gaze at her a while, then she takes my hand into hers and kisses my fingertips. “I want you to know me and I want to know you. I realize you have so many questions; I know this because I know how your mind works. But, right now, just feel. That’s all. Just enjoy being with me.”

While she’s talking, I’m watching her mouth; that luscious mouth! The way she feels is so foreign to me but I like it! I want to know more, experience more! But, this is wrong, isn’t it? I mean, we’re both women! I’m conflicted but I’ve been shown just enough to make me crave more . . . but, I’m apprehensive, and this is wrong, right?

“Sh. I see thoughts running through that mind of yours. Just be; that’s all, just be…” Katherine says and as her words tapper off, she kisses me again. This time, she uses her tongue to part my lips. More femaleness! I want it. I’m gluttonous. Right or wrong, be damned. I moan with pleasure and feel my vagina grow moist. I want her.

She knows I’m turned on! Her hand ventures in between my legs and she puts a great deal of pressure over my clitoris. I gasp. Fire is coursing through my veins and my body is turned on more than it’s ever been before. She continues to possess me with her mouth and rub my crotch causing my senses to spin higher and higher to the place void of all reason. I reach for her hand — the one rubbing me. I grasp it and hang on as if for dear life. I’m conflicted because I need to hold her hand but I want her to continue to stroke me. I’m in agony. I press her hand onto my crotch and release my grasp as if signifying, you’re in control. She begins to undo my belt and her efforts are clumsy. I pull away from her kisses and quickly undo my belt and the top of my jeans. Just as soon as I get the zipper undone, she forces my head back and devours my mouth with more kisses.

I feel her tender, soft hand slip down inside my pants, feeling for my delicate tissue. When her fingers reach my pubic hair, I raise my pelvis beckoning her hand to go further. After another second, I feel it. Slender fingers part my inner labia and propel me into the stratosphere. She’s possessing both ends of me; my mouth is hers and now my womanhood is too. It’s wonderful! I feel her push her fingers inside my vagina and I’m in heaven.

My hips move in rhythm with her fingers. I’m so turned on, climaxing doesn’t take long. I feel her make (what ends up being) her final three strokes over my clitoris and my body stiffens while a deep groan rips from the back of my throat. Her mouth is still possessing mine and it’s as if her mouth absorbs my pleasure. She gives me pleasure, my body releases sexual tension, and she soaks the sensation back into her body. So erotic! More erotic that anything I’ve ever experienced. This beautiful woman who tastes like a delicate female has just made my body soar and I’m in heaven.

After my orgasm subsides, I open my eyes to find her soaking in the expression on my face. She whispers, “You’re beautiful.”

“You are too.” I say.

She snickers at my reply then says, “You’ve made me very happy. You let me be close to you. I’ve longed to be close to you. I’ve fantasized about what you’d look like having an orgasm and now I know.”

“Did I disappoint you?”

“You’re even more beautiful than I’d imagined!”

I just lie there, exhausted and savoring the tail end of ecstasy and allow her to watch me.

“I’m so happy,” she whispers. “You’re not hiding from me. Can you tell?”

I can tell. This is the truest, rawest, most genuine, unguarded state she’s ever seen me in. All my emotions are visible on my face and I’m relaxed and letting her see everything I’m feeling.

“You’re letting me share this with you,” Katherine whispers.

“You gave it to me.”

“I gave you the physical sensation; you’re giving me your emotion. I’m so happy.”

I smile at her and my eyes watch her with a sheen of softness and surrender. I whisper, “I want to love you, but I don’t know how.”

“Then, I’ll teach you. We have forever, if need be. We’ll take our time and I’ll show you my world. I’m so very happy.”

“I’m happy too.”

Denise and the Banker Ch. 02

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Chapter 2: The Next Day

Sleeping in on Saturday morning was interrupted sooner than Denise would have preferred. At around 8:30 the phone woke her from a weary slumber and she groaned upon checking the clock. Rolling over, she grabbed the wireless phone from its cradle.

“Hullo?” she croaked.

The caller was Betty, the bartender from the Garden Patch restaurant. She reported in a concerned tone that after Denise had left the previous night the man with the leg-braced date had been asking about her.

“He wanted to know who you are and if I knew how to contact you. I told him ‘no,’ but that if you came back I’d pass on his phone number. Denise, this guy was just totally whipped up about getting in touch with you. And, here’s the kicker…Sandi said she knows this guy…he’s the president of her bank over in Halldale!”

“Oh, great…another devotee wants me,” thought Denise. At least this one had a better job than Bart, the postman. She took the phone number, thanked Betty, and hung up. Sitting up in bed, Denise considered the graying middle-aged man and his pretender date or wife. What was it with these guys! Nonetheless, part of Denise was excited by the fact that there were men out there who were extremely attracted to her.

Deciding it was time for a strong cup of coffee, Denise threw back the covers, grabbed her crutches from the floor and stood next to the bed. She looked down at the reason the man in the restaurant wanted to contact her: the five-inches-shorter right leg that flopped uselessly next to its normal and shapely mate. This was her little leg that had been stunted and paralyzed from birth. The little leg with its working knee and flaccid muscles. The little leg that had caused Denise a lifetime of frustration because of her inability to use it. The one that was the subject of stares and muted düzce escort comment when she was in public. And yes…the little leg that was the center of attraction for the devotee men she seemed to encounter more and more often. She had more than once considered having it amputated but felt that, in spite of it all, it was somehow an integral part of her that she didn’t want to lose.

It was chilly in the house. Denise swung herself to the closet and put on a terrycloth bathrobe. She looked for a moment at the neatly arranged wardrobe within her large walk-in closet. Her clothing was arranged from casual-casual on the left through business-casual, business, and most formal attire on the right.

On the floor of the closet was an assortment of shoes that would stun a casual observer. On the left were about a dozen pair of her orthotically-modified footwear, with a normal size-eight left and a massively built-up size-four right. All her build ups towered over their counterparts with eight inches of lift. The shoes gave her tiny foot three inches of berth inside to keep them on and stable as she walked. This depth was offset by the fact that her foot dropped as she swung through on her crutches, and the net effect when walking was contact with the floor just at the front edge of the shoe. Denise leaned just slightly right when standing still in order to place the back of the shoe on the floor as well.

Denise had quite a variety of modified shoes. Most were more formal ones for business wear, and those had separated platform and heel build-ups. But there were also two pair of white athletic shoes with a simple block lift on the bottoms. The edges of the soles of all her lifts were somewhat scarred from dragging on pavement and concrete. This was something Denise tried to prevent as she walked on her düzce escort bayan crutches, but not always successfully, particularly when she was tired.

On the floor closest to the closet door was a few pair of non-built-up shoes. This array of footwear was matched in style but not in size. Denise special-ordered her regular shoes two pair at a time: one pair of size eights and one pair of size fours in the same style. She then donated the large right and small left shoes to an organization that specialized in helping amputees. Denise knew that in most cases the diminutive rights were destined for the foot of a child.

In a custom-built rack on the back wall was her assortment of crutches. Denise had six different pair—five forearm type, in different colors to match her dress and her mood. She was using the gray ones she usually used for work now, but thought she might switch to the metallic blues later. She noted with pride her latest addition, a pair of pastel pink sticks for casual spring and summer wear. Next to these was one pair of polished, dark rosewood underarm crutches that she used on rare occasion when she needed to stand and have full use of her arms. The last instance was a merchandising presentation she had made to a large group, narrating a slide show and using a pointer.

That day she had also worn her one brace, which now stood in the closet’s corner. It was a patten-type extension brace with two leather enclosures at the top to encase her leg. A crossbar five inches from the bottom was designed to support her foot and keep it stationary. At its base was a sturdy block of rubber surrounding the U-shaped bottom. Denise did not like the brace because it tended to pinch her leg uncomfortably. She did wear it occasionally for business because it allowed her to wear loose-fitting pants escort düzce without modifying the garment’s leg to accommodate her lifts. In these instances Denise simply left her right foot bare inside the pants-leg to look as natural as possible.

Denise virtually never wore a lift around the house and she selected a pair of fuzzy bedroom shoes. Noting that she needed to touch up her pedicure, she pushed up on her crutches and stepped into the left shoe. Then, leaning against the closet doorjamb, slipped the right shoe on her little foot. As usual, Denise’s atrophied right leg began to bounce and sway as she released the shoe. She steadied it with one hand and then swung off to the kitchen to make coffee.

Sitting at her kitchen table, Denise looked at the scrap of paper she had kept in her hand. The devotee’s number started with an exchange she knew was reserved for cell phones. On a whim, Denise picked up her kitchen phone, punched in the code for caller-ID block, and dialed the number. After two rings a baritone male voice answered impatiently.

“Hello? Who’s calling?”

“Your girlfriend isn’t really crippled, is she?” cooed Denise into the phone.

After a very long pause he responded cautiously, “who wants to know?”

“The other cripple—the real one—from last night.” Denise hated the word ‘cripple’ as a personal description, but she knew from talking to Bart it was the word of choice for devotees.

“I’m glad you called. Can we meet someplace?” asked the deep-voiced gray-haired man, now with an obvious tinge of excitement.

“I need to know something first,” countered Denise. “The redhead with you last night—was the brace her idea or yours?”

“Mine. I like to pretend. She doesn’t mind. We don’t have a serious relationship…just friends. We don’t have sex. Now…can I meet you?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” Denise was playing with him now, ambivalent about even talking to someone who would ask a woman to pretend disability in public. But in her mind a plan began to form. She smiled broadly at her idea then turned back to the conversation.

To Be Continued…

Cucked at a wedding part 2

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Cucked at a wedding part 2Cucked at a wedding part 2 – you can read on if you want but my other cuck posts set the sceneAs the evening wore on Carrie and I danced together – my cum filled boxers had dried out. ‘You can say if you don’t want me to go back to his room Dan. ‘ Carrie whispers as we hold each other close. I pull her closer, my cock hard against her. ‘No go – it will be fun. We will never see him again and I can tell you want his cock.’ I smile at her and kiss her deeply.We had back to the bar for another drink. As I place my hand on Carrie’s ass my hand brushes against someone else’s. I look up and see Phil looking over his shoulder at me. I move his hand away – as much as he fucked my wife and will do again that night I was very much in charge here.Phil said his good nights about 30 minutes later, making sure he gave all the wives a kiss good night, but taking longer than most. About 15 minutes after that Carrie asked me what I wanted to do – I looked at my mates who were still keen to drink so told her I would be back in the room in about an hour.’Ok,’ Carrie smiled, ‘Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!’ She kissed me on the lips before heading off to the lifts. I watched her leave with a spring in her step and an extra waggle in her hips.My cock was started to throb in my suit trousers as I thought about her knocking on his door, him opening it standing there naked before she drops to her knees as he closes the door behind her.My mind was soon distracted by a round of shots placed on the bar in front of us. Time passed quickly as we drank and charts and danced the rest of the night away, just like we did 20 years ago when we all first met. An hour or so later I was well and truly drunk and the bar closed. I stumbled my way up to my room and wondered if Carrie would be there or not.I practically fall through the door, the bedside lamp is on but no sign of Carrie – the bed hasn’t been slept in and no sign of shoes…through the drunken haze I smile to myself thinking of the fucking she will be getting. artvin escort I wrestle out of my suit and collapse on the bed and fast asleep before I can even think about stroking my cock.I hear the door close as Carrie enters the room. I roll over and look at the clock 07:00. Wow she had really spent the whole night there…I think she had left the bar around 10pm so a full 9 hours with another guy.’Dan don’t say a word!’ she purred as she dropped her dress to the floor – she was completely naked. ‘I had to ditch the panties as they were stretched so much and Phil ripped my bra off me so he has kept them as a memento. Now lie on your back baby and I will tell you what a slut I was!’I just stare at Carrie, her cunt glistening with a mixture of fluids,her thighs looking sticky. I do as she says and lay back as she walks over to me in just her 4 inch heels. She straddles my body and I feel the heat and wetness of her pussy over my stomach. My cock is raging hard in my boxers – she reaches round and sets it free ‘Let’s see if we can make this baby cum without touching it….’ she grins wickedly at me.Carrie’s knees are pinning my arms by my side…’I’ve had so much fun Dan – my pussy is so satisfied, my jaw is aching from sucking his cock – I think a nice sensual clean up from you would just finish my weekend off in style.’ She crawls up so my mouth is tantalizingly close to her pussy. I can smell the mixture of pussy juice and semen as she lowers herself to my face. ‘Nice and slow and gentle please Dan, Phil fucked me real good. I am pretty full though so you had better get your tongue right in there.’I gaze up at her enchanted as I begin to gently lick her thighs and round the edge of her pussy, my tongue circling her lips, tasting the mixed cum that has started to dry. ‘Ohhhh Dan as big and good a fuck Phil is he doesn’t eat Pussy as well as you!’ My cock twitches with praise.’As soon as we got in the lift this time we were kissing Dan, I didn’t care if we were seen this time. escort artvin I unzipped his trousers there and squeezed his fat cock and led him down the corridor by it. We fell through the door and were kissing passionately his tongue exploring my mouth as I tried to get his shirt off.’He dropped my dress off my shoulders so I was just there in my bra, knickers and shoes as he caresses every inch of me, squeezing my ass, biting my nipples through my bra until he just ripped it off me. I was there holding his head firmly against my tits savouring how much he wanted me!’Carrie was riding my face as she recalled what happened. I was licking and sucking her labia as she moved in slow circles above me. My face was covered and I’d swallowed so much juice it was hard to imagine how much fucking they had done.Carrie continued talking, ‘We made it over to the bed and I straddled him, my pussy was so wet and aching so much for him I had to get him inside me so I gently guided him in before sitting to take his full length.’ With this she sat further on my face so my tongue had no option to enter where a cock had been not long before. Carrie reached round and felt for my cock….’Mmmmmm Dan there’s a big patch of precum here…are you going to cum listening to what a slut your wife has been? It was so good fucking a young stud like him I’m gonna have to find an even younger model next’ I feel my balls tighten as Carrie starts to talk openly about having even more lovers and how Phil’s fat cock stretched her in ways she never knew possible. His cum dripping from her slutty cum- filled pussy straight down my throat.‘Fuck yes Dan that feels good, eat it like the pair of cum sluts we are. I swallowed his hot creamy load and he fucked me twice tonight as well as this afternoon so Phil’s well and truly filled me with his seed.’I feel my cock straining, my own hot load getting ready to set itself free. My tongue lapping at her pussy, more cum still sliding down my throat. I’m in heaven cleaning artvin escort bayan and pleasing her listening to her tell me what a slutty hot wife she’s becoming.‘I begged him to take me from behind so I could feel his massive cock even deeper in my cunt. Oh my god I am such a good slut. He pounded me that way for about 5 minutes before I pushed back far enough it made my pussy explode into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. As I came out of my orgasmic high he came hard, feeling his cock swell and his hot cum filling me it sent me over the edge again….I’ve never experienced 2 orgasms so close together before and I need you to suck my clit til I cum again.’Carrie starts fucking my face harder my tongue along the length of her pussy as she tells me about how they 69’d until they both came on each others faces. My orgasm began to build, my cock swelling and balls tightening with her every word. Carrie started moaning ‘Oh God Dan it feels so good being a slut, I am such a slut Dan but I love that you let me and love you more than ever that you want me to keep fucking guys. It makes me feel so sexy and slutty. I can’t wait til I fuck Phil again!’ Hearing how she wants to fuck him again sent me over the edge, my cock erupted, strings of hot cum hit Carrie on her back and down onto her ass. Carrie keeps riding my face as I lay there exhausted, feeling the last drips of cum leak from my cock on my stomach. I focus my tongue solely on her clit now to make sure she finishes. A few minutes later Carrie’s breathing changes, shallower…before she starts orgasming on my face. Her body is now well and truly spent and she rolls off me, kissing me deeply before falling asleep with her head on my chest.We wake to my alarm about an hour later….kissing tenderly as we wake up. We shower together, washing and cleaning each other intimately but knowing there wouldn’t be any more fucking that morning before breakfast and check out. Over breakfast Carrie takes my hand, ‘Dan, Phil is in town on the 28th for a conference, he asked if he could stay over the night before.”27th and 28th….that’s when I am away on a training course…’ I try to act casual about it but am excited and scared at the same time. ‘I know,’ Carrie said blushing slightly, ‘That’s why I said yes.’TBC – find out what happened when I was out of town

Positive Reinforcement

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“You’ve got to get out of your own head, Seth.”

Seth squirmed a little at what his friend, Nina, was telling him. They’d been sat at this table for about an hour now and were no closer to doing what they came here to do, or rather what she wanted him to do. Seth and Nina had been friends since they were small children, both growing up only a few doors away from one another and attending all of the same schools. Their relationship was closer to siblings than friends at this point; they had each been one another’s rocks following any setbacks, relationship breakdowns or stressful times in school and were the only people either of them felt fully comfortable around. This never developed into anything else as the two of them were very comfortable just being friends, despite taunting from members of their own friendship groups. Time had only solidified this and now each in their early twenties, they were about as close a definition of best friends as you could get.

As it stood, Nina was currently serving as Seth’s ‘Wingman’ tonight. Seth was no slouch and his looks were enough to build initial interest from women, but paranoia over his past experiences made it difficult for him to move past anything more than small intimate acts like kissing or holding hands. His first time with a girl had gone disastrously as far as he was concerned; he hadn’t been able to last longer than a minute or two and had been mocked and derided by the girl he was with for it. She had ended the relationship the next day and promptly informed everyone about why. Nina had been just about ready to knock the girl out if Seth had not insisted she didn’t.

Nina was a very different story. She had blossomed into a curvy, confident and beautiful young woman and no interest in settling down or locking herself away in a relationship. For her, sex was much more of a hobby or a fun pastime than something to be kept exclusively within the confines of a relationship. She would never sleep with someone already in a relationship, of course, and always made it perfectly clear with any of her partners that she wasn’t interested in anything longer term than waking up the next morning and saying goodbye. It had garnered her a reputation, one that had bothered her in the past, but she fully accepted who she was and was not about to apologise to anyone for it. And besides, it wasn’t as if she didn’t have standards; she had turned away plenty of oafish and self-obsessed asshats who assumed she was an easy ride. Often they were lucky to leave with only their pride damaged.

“You make it sound like it’s the easiest thing in the world, Nina,” Seth sighed.

“You’ve told me before that it’s the thought it might happen that ruins things, right? You’ve got to get rid of that thought, Seth! Or at the very least you have to try,” she tried to reassure him.

“It’s not that I don’t try, you know that as much as I do, it’s just as soon as I’m there and it’s about to happen, it’s like the memory forces it’s way to the front of my mind.”

“And it will keep doing that until you have a positive experience to counter it! Then the next time will be easier, and then the next and then the next,” Nina began.

“I think that many ‘nexts’ is ambitious,” Seth muttered.

Nina ignored him and continued.

“Until the positives outweigh the negatives so much that the negatives don’t even matter anymore! It’s basic psychology, Seth, ‘positive reinforcement’ they call it.”

Seth sighed again and stared at his empty bottle. He knew she meant well, she always did, but he just couldn’t get her to understand that things weren’t as black and white as she apparently thought. At times he felt that he resented the fact she seemed to have it so easy, but he would always remember the heartache and tears that had brought her to this point and felt like an asshole for even thinking that. Still, the fact that she had been able to move on whilst he was stuck in the same rut he’d been in for years was frustrating. He’d tried everything he could to put it behind him, but the event itself and the ensuing weeks, months and, sadly, years of torment he’d received after it just refused to go away.

Nina of course felt so bad for Seth. As his closest friend, she knew he would have been almost the perfect boyfriend or partner for any woman interested in having a relationship and even more so that he deserved the kind of happiness that would bring him. She’d never told him but she’d deliberately spread her own rumour that the girl who had upset him, whom she’d never liked in the first place, had crabs. It hadn’t lingered for quite as long as what the girl had said about Seth but was still enough of an embarrassment for her that she’d somewhat ironically gone as red as a lobster with embarrassment on one or two occasions. Nina had decided not to tell Seth about this as she knew he wouldn’t approve and was the kind of person who would feel bad for the girl that wrecked his life.

“You’re looking empty there,” she told him, motioning towards his drink.

“Oh, right,” he replied, almost seeming to break out of a stupor. “I’ll go and get the next round, what are maraş escort bayan you having?”

“No need, it’s on me,” Nina smiled.

“Are you sure? You got the last…”

“And you got the two before that,” she said cutting him off.

“But we’ve only had two drinks so far…” Seth said, feeling very confused.

“Yes, but the last time we came out for a drink, you got the last round of the night, sooooo, this is my round to even things up,” she replied with a grin.

Her logic baffled him sometimes, but Seth had learned that it was best not to argue in these situations. Nina had clearly made up her mind, regardless of whether she was right or not, and she would get her way one way or another. He sat back down with a smile and watched as she stood and went to the bar. He counted himself lucky having her as a friend, particularly in light of what had happened. Her advice and support felt far more genuine than any of his male friends could muster, plus he was certain she wasn’t laughing about it behind his back which wasn’t something he was sure he could say about them.

Seth felt his phone buzz in his pocket and took it out. It was a message from Nina:

‘In the corner just next to the door, two nice looking girls, no excuses x’

He frowned in her general direction at the bar and received a grin and a finger pointing towards them from Nina. He turned to look in the direction of Nina’s finger and saw the two girls. They were both reasonably pretty and looked like they were having a good time. He felt the urge to go and talk to them but quickly snapped out of it. Sure, the talking would have been fine, one of them may have even been interested, maybe would have liked to dance. But anything beyond that, he almost shuddered to think about. It only served to make him even more frustrated at the state he was in.

“Don’t stare too long, they might notice,” Nina said as she sat down with the drinks.

Seth’s gaze quickly snapped back around to her.

“Sorry,” he apologised.

“I’m only teasing you,” she grinned. “By the way, not that I object to helping you out here, but don’t you think having me here is a little counter-intuitive?”

“What do you mean?” Seth asked, taking a gulp of his drink.

“Well, if I was in their shoes and saw you sitting at a table with a girl, I’d assume you were taken and wouldn’t approach you at all.”

“Maybe that’s part of the point,” Seth shrugged and took another sip.

Nina looked confused and then annoyed.

“What, so you’re using me as like, well, whatever the female equivalent of a ‘cock-blocker’ is?”

“Please don’t call it using you,” Seth grimaced. “It’s just it’s easier for me to make the first move than to react to someone else first, you know? You being here let’s me do things on my terms.”

“Well no offence, Seth, but doing things on ‘your own terms’ really isn’t getting you anywhere.”

“Does your beer taste off?” Seth cut her off, trying to avoid the potential confrontation.

“Don’t dodge what I just said,” Nina replied, watching him take another sip, “I only come out here to try and help you and push you when you need pushing. If I’m blocking that from happening, then I’ll go…”

“Please don’t,” Seth pleaded. “I’m sorry, I know you try so hard to help me out and I want to change, god knows I do, but it’s difficult. It feels like I’m hanging in an abyss I can’t see the bottom of and the only option I have is to cut the rope holding me there. Either I fall forever or the pit isn’t as deep as I thought, you know?”

There was a silence between the two for a moment.

“This is way too philosophical for this time of the evening, more beer,” Nina commanded, taking a sip of her own.

Seth sighed and once again took a gulp of his beer.

“There is definitely something wrong with that,” he said with a frown. “What about yours?”

He stared across the table at Nina who suddenly looked a little uncomfortable.

“I thought they’d be tasteless to be honest,” she seemed to mutter to herself.

“I’m sorry what? What did you think would be tasteless?”

Nina smiled back at Seth sheepishly as Seth with a shocked look of realisation grabbed his bottle and tried to see if there was anything in it.

“You spiked my drink?!” he blared across the table. “What the fuck Nina?!”

“Calm down Seth and lower your voice, I don’t want to get kicked out,” she tried to reassure him.

His impulse not to cause a scene overriding his anger for a second, Seth lowered his voice and glowered across the table.

“You had no fucking right,” he argued. “I thought we were friends.”

“Just shut up for a second will you? You don’t even know what it is…”

Seth glared at the bottle again.

“What the hell is in this, Nina? What have you given me?”

“Something that will help, that’s all,” Nina replied defensively.

She reached into her pocket and took out a small bottle with some writing and the image of a beautiful woman on the front of it and moved it across the table to Seth who snatched it up. It read:

‘Aphroditium: The Night maraş escort of Your Life, Guaranteed! Maximum Strength’

In disbelief, Seth read the description of the product which boasted a combination of all natural ingredients to vastly improve male sexual performance.

“Is this like Viagra or something? I don’t need help getting it up, you know that! I have a completely different problem!” Seth said raising his voice again.

“Look, the bottle says ‘sexual performance’ not specifically just getting an erection. I’ve seen loads of these before, all it means is it makes you go for longer and that’s what you want to be able to do right?”

“I can’t believe you fucking drugged me,” Seth said with palpable disbelief.

“It probably doesn’t work anyway,” Nina said trying to justify herself.

“Where did you get it? I’ve never heard of the brand before?”

“I ordered it off the internet,” she replied quietly.

“Off the internet?! Jesus Christ, there could be anything in this!”

Seth grabbed the bottle again.

“It doesn’t even say what’s in it! It just says ‘take one and feel the benefits until you release’ whatever the hell that means…”

Seth noticed Nina was looking very sheepish again.

“Nina, how many did you give me?”

“Four…”

“Four!!” Seth shouted, standing up.

“I didn’t think they’d do anything on their own! You know how impulsive I am, I just thought ‘the more the better’.”

Seth felt like he might explode with anger but suddenly lost his balance slightly, grabbing onto the chair to hold him up. The colour seemed to drain from his face and he started to feel a tightening sensation in his lower abdomen.

“Seth, are you ok?” a worried Nina asked.

Seth remained wordless but looked to be in a slight daze. Nina started to feel panic building in her from she’d done, how could she have been so stupid? She’d always been like this, acting first and not thinking about the consequences until later. It was part of the reason she was so close with Seth, he evened out her impulsive behaviours and had stopped her getting into trouble more times than she could count.

Her face was fixed on Seth’s dazed expression until out of the corner of her eye she could see movement. She lowered her gaze to Seth’s crotch. Beneath the tight material of his jeans, she could see a bulge forming slowly but surely. She watched in silent amazement, mouth agape, as the bulge slowly expanded further and further down Seth’s trouser leg. She didn’t need to guess what it was but couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. It was looking more and more like Seth had tried to smuggle a footlong sausage in his jeans, only slightly wider. Seth finally broke from his daze as the growth seemed to stop.

“Holy fuck, it worked!” Nina proclaimed with a shocked smile.

Seth looked down and gasped in horror at what he was seeing. He tried desperately to cover himself up.

“What the fuck have you done to me?!” he hissed quietly at Nina, trying to cause as little of a scene as possible, hoping no one had noticed.

“Frankly I wouldn’t be so annoyed in your position,” Nina retorted, “it certainly seems to have had the desired effect.”

“For it to have the desired effect I would’ve had to have desired it in the first place!” he replied trying to keep his cool.

“Come on Seth, most guys would love a bit more downstairs,” Nina tried to argue back. “This is a perfect opportunity to get whatever you want from whoever you want, you could probably have both of those girls if you went over there now!”

“Absolutely fucking not,” he spat back. “I’m so fucking embarrassed right now, Nina, you have no idea,” he continued trying desperately to cover himself up.

“Well, I was just trying to help,” she replied sulkily.

As embarrassed as he was feeling and as much as he hated that, he hated upsetting Nina even more. He understood how impulsive she was but also understood that it always came from a place of good intentions. She would never have done this to him on purpose and not everyone would have recognised that, as he knew all too well. That being said, he needed to get out of there.

“Let’s just go please, so we can let this stuff wear off,” he tried to compromise.

Nina, whilst still disappointed, agreed. She was upset but not at the fact Seth had shouted at her, the fact she knew he was right. He was always right. It was what made her so frustrated that he couldn’t see how wrong he was about putting his experiences behind him.

“Can you maybe stand in front of me please?” Seth asked meekly. “So that less people can see…”

“Of course,” Nina obliged. “I’m… I’m sorry Seth.”

“Thank you, but let’s just get me home please.”

Apologising was hard for Nina and Seth appreciated that, but now wasn’t the time or place. They could talk about it more later.

The way out took them past the two girls and Seth felt his heart drop as he noticed the two of them staring at his crotch wide-eyed and open mouthed. He wanted the earth to open up and swallow him whole at that moment. Instead, he hurried escort maraş out of the bar behind Nina.

* * * * *

It had taken 15 agonising minutes to get back to Seth’s place. He hadn’t wanted to risk the embarrassment of a taxi, so they had had to walk the whole way, avoiding other people as much as possible. He had handed Nina the keys, not needing to tell her which one for the amount of times she’d used them before, and swiftly followed her inside his small apartment. The swelling in his crotch had not subsided even a little on their way home and his tight jeans had began to rub uncomfortably against it.

Nina had been trying to make light of the situation all the way back, with little to no success. She’d mostly focused on her own exploits, telling Seth she’d not seen one bigger than what she could see outlined in his trousers, missing entirely that that kind of ego stroking was completely counter-intuitive. Seth had barely replied as he had been focusing on something about the situation that was potentially very problematic.

“Thanks for seeing me home, Nina, I should be ok now,” he said, trying to dismiss her.

“I feel really, really bad about this Seth. I don’t want to go until I know you’re ok,” she replied, either deflecting him or being oblivious to what he was trying to do.

“I’ll be fine as soon as I figure out how long this lasts for,” he replied.

Nina took the bottle back out and read the instructions again.

“‘Feel the benefits until you release’,” she read out. “What does that mean?”

“I’ve got a horrible feeling that I know exactly what it means,” Seth groaned.

“Oh… Oh!” Nina gasped as the penny dropped.

“Yeah,” Seth returned with another grimace. “I’m gonna have to… y’know…”

“Cum?” Nina said earnestly, finishing his sentence.

“Yeah. That.”

Nina tried to think of something to say to make the situation positive.

“Well, I mean at least you’re ready to go, right? And it shouldn’t take long…”

“That’s the problem, Nina,” Seth said, cutting her off. “I don’t think I am…”

“What? You mean you’re not…?” she asked with a look of both puzzlement and intrigue.

“No, I don’t think so.”

Nina couldn’t help but look back down at the prominent bulge in Seth’s jeans, stretched halfway down his trouser leg to just above his knee. She’d assumed the pills had just given him the most intense erection ever with a little extra length, but if what Seth was saying was true, he wasn’t even hard yet. Part of her wanted to make it hard, just to see what would happen, but uncharacteristically she fought that impulse and forced her eyes back up to Seth’s.

“What are we going to do?” she asked him.

“I don’t think ‘we’ should really be doing anything. I don’t really want to add exposing myself to my best friend to my list of reasons to be mortified about tonight.”

“Yeah, of course,” Nina replied, ever so slightly disappointed but brushing it off as another of her impulses.

“You wait here and I’m going to go to the bathroom to… er… ‘relieve’ myself. Hopefully then this whole mess will be over and done with.”

Nina watched as Seth walked over to the bathroom door and closed it behind him. It was taking everything she had not to press herself up against the door and listen in.

With the door shut behind him, Seth let out a silent moan to vent some of his frustration. This evening was turning into one disaster after another. At least he could finally relieve some of the pressure in his trousers.

He removed his shoes and then carefully peeled off his jeans, seeing far more of himself sticking out the side of his boxer shorts than usual as he did. He had been right about not being hard yet, but even so the length of meat hanging down from the inside of his shorts was almost monstrous. The length notwithstanding the sheer girth of it would have put any man to shame. He couldn’t help but compare it to his wrist as he lowered his jeans further and it was only just smaller than that. Next he removed his boxers to find that his testicles had also increased in size to match proportionally with his cock. For a brief moment, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. He liked what he was seeing.

Seth’s embarrassment came flooding back in a heartbeat. Whatever he felt about how he looked now, this thing wasn’t natural and he needed to get rid of it. To do that, he needed to cum, or at the very least as far as he knew he did. He needed to clear his mind and just think about the things that turned him on, just for a few minutes, and then it would all be over. He reached for his cock and was slightly surprised by the additional weight. He closed his eyes and began to stroke up and down the considerable length while he thought about anything he could to turn him on.

It wasn’t long before he started to feel himself stiffening, needing less and less support from his hand but having to travel up and down more and more. He wanted to look but also didn’t want to break his concentration and make this last any longer than it needed to. He focused solely on trying to cum, resorting to two hands now, and supressing moans at the additional sensation he was feeling. It felt amazing, but nothing was happening. Normally he would have blown his load already, but he was clearly nowhere near that happening. At least the tablets kind of resolved that problem for now…