Size şaban abiyle yaşadıklarımı yazmıştım şimdi ise 10 gün önce yaşadığım bir başka olayı anlatıcam.Ayrıca bana e-mail gönderdiniz ama cewap vermedim çünkü resim yoktu. Ben zaten çekingenim. resimlilere mutlaka cewap vercem. 40+yaşlı ve kıllı beyler. Hadi bekliyorum.Neyse hikayeme geçeyim.Bizim mahallede Celil abi adında ufak bir bakkalı olan hayallerimi süsleyen bir erkek var. 40 yaşarında geniş omuzlu ve tatlı bir tipi var.Şaban abiye onunla tanışmak istediğimi söyledim o da beni kırmadı bir gün ewine ikimizide davet etti. Şaban Abi çok rahat davranıyordu. Daha önceden Celil abiyle konuşmuş ve on u ikna etmiş. Bu beni çok sewindirdi. Hayallerimi süsleyen erkek karşımda çırılçıplak ve benim ırzıma geçmek için bekliyor olacaktı bu akşam.Şaban Abinin ewine gittiğimde her şey hazırdı. karısının ewde olmadığı bir geceyi hazırlamıştı şaban abicim (bu adama gerçekten heyranım:)) Celil Abi saat 10 gibi geldi. Onu dudaktan öperek karşıladım. Şaban Abi Mahmudum dur hele hemen olmaz biraz tadını çıkarılım dedi. Ben de Şaban Abiye doğru yöneldim ve bir öpücükte onun yanağına kondurdum. Neyse sonra yerime oturdum. Celil Abi ilk kez böyle bir şey yapacağı için biraz tedirgindi.Şaban abi onu rahatlatmaya çalışıyordu ama biraz içkiden sonra normale döndü Bakkal Celil Efendi:)Şaban Abi beni Gümüşyakada nasıl çatur çatur siktiğini Celil abiye anlatırken Celil abi soyunmaya Anıttepe Escort başlamış elini sikine götürmüştü bile. Artık saat onbire geliyordu Porno film vcd de oynarken hepimiz çırılçıplak kalmıştık.Şaban Abi bu gece Mahmut senin dedi Celil Abi ye benim ufak bir işim var dedi Mahmutla. Sen hazırlan yatak odasında hemen göndericem diyordu. Celil abi benim popoya bakarak eli sikinde yatak odasının yolunu tuuttu . O arada Şaban Abi seni fazla yormayayım karıcım sen bi sakso çek yeter dedi. Yattım sakiye Şaban abinin döllerini ağzımda hissetmem fazla sürmedi. Abicim biraz erken boşaldı. Biraz daha sewiştik her zaman yaptığı gibi kıçıma bi tatlı şamar vurdu. Hadi git Celil ağabeyini mutlu et gel dedi. Senle daha ne oyunlar yapıcaz. Ben de elini öptüm başıma koydum bi de burnuyla bıyıklarına bi öpücük. Tuvaletin yolunu tuttum…İyice temizlendikten sonraa yatak odasına doğru yol almaya başladım. Yatak odasının kapısı kapalıydı. Kapıyı tıklattım. Sexi sesiyle bakkalım gir dedi. İçeri girdiğimde Celil Abinin 20 cmlik kalın siki beni bekliyordu. Şaban Abininkine göre hayli büyük ve kalındı.Ayrıca geniş omuzlu vücudunda yağlar fazla yoktu. Bu beni daha tahrik ediyordu.Yanına gittim konuşmaya başladım. Onu çok istediğimi ve beni çok mutlu ettiğini söyledim. Seni kütür kütür sikememem için bi neden söyle dedi. Ben de sik beni Celilim dedim ve dudaklarına Anıttepe Escort Bayan yapıştım. Dakikalarca öpüştük adam çok güzel öpüşüyordu Ayaklarımı yerden kesmişti ve devamlı öpüyordu. Sevişmeden sonra yatağa boylu boyunca uzandı. Sakso çekmeye başladım. Yarrağını ağzıma almakta zorluk çekiyordum ama bu zorluğu kısa sürede yenmeyi bildim. İyice kıvama gelen yarakktan sonra benim götü hazır duruma getirmek için Celil abi girişimlerine başladı. Önce biraz diliyle masaj yaptı daha sonra serçe parmak darbesi ve en son olarak da kremi sürdü ve sikini göt deliğimin ucuna getirdi.Ewet füze fırlatılmaya hazır bir şekilde bekliyordu ve ilk giriş denemesinde kafasını soktuBir aygır gibi sert girmişti. Şaban abi bu kadar acıtmamıştı ama bu sefer gerçekten acı çekiyordum. Ama verdiği zevkte bir başkaydı doğrusu. Ben acıdan inlerken Celil abi de zevkten dört köşe içimde gidip geliyordu. Çok tatlı sikiyordu ama kısa sürede boşalması beni üzdü. Adam üzerime yığılıp kaldı. Nefes nefeseydi.Dudaklarına falan yapıştım hassas yerlerinden öptüm ama nafile Çabalarım boşuna. Benden bu kadar Mahmudum dedi ve giyinmeye başladı. Şok olmuştum. Ben daha fazlasını bekliyordum ama neyse deyip Şaban Abinin yanına döndük. Şaban Abi horuldaya horuldaya uyuyodu. En iyisi Celil le çıkmak diye düşündüm ve beraber çıktık. Celil yolda bana performansım kötüydü Escort Anıttepe kusura bakma falan diye sözler sölemeye başladı.Bende önemli deil bir dahaki sefere daha iyi olacak güven bana dedim. Beni yeniden istediğin için çok sevindim Mahmudum dedi. Ben bir daha istemezsin sanmıştım gibi sözler sarfetti.Ben de hayalleriin erkeğinden bu kadar çabuk vazgeçmem. Senden haber bekliyorum dedim ve yanından ayrıldım. Ama ben daha tatmin olmamıştım Biri beni çok fena sikmeliydi. Aksaray sokaklarında gezerken karşıma hayli babacan görünüşlü 50 yaşlarında sağlam yapılı bir adam çıktı. Benle muhabbete falan başladı. Ben de fırsat bu fırsat bu adama sikilmeliyim diyerek konuyu cinselliğe getirdim. Ona her şeyi tüm çıplaklığı ile anlattım. Adam zaten götçüymüş. Beni aldı oralarda bi orospu oteli var ismini vermek istemiyorum oraya götürdüVücudu tam istediğim gibi biraz yağlı göbekli ve kıllıydı Siki ise Celil abiden biraz daha büyüktü Gerçekten çok iyi sikti detaya girmek istemiyorum. Adam çok tecrübeliydi. Her türlü pozisyonu yaşattı. sabaha kadar sikti beni . Performansı çok harikaydı. Bana sabahın ilk saatlerine doğru sex hikayelerini anlatmaya başladı. 1 aydır sex yapmıyormuş Bana çok teşekkür etti Çok farklı şeyler yaşamış gerçekten. onun kıllı kollarına ve çıplak vücuduna sarılı olarak uyudum. Uyandığımda benle yemek yemek istediğini söyledi. Oteden recepsionistin sırıtan yüzüyle hesabı kesmesinden sonra ayrıldık. Bana bir daha görüşmemiz gerektiğini söyledi nedeni sordum söylemedi.Neyse dedimya olgun erkeklere her zaman göt deliğim açık 60+yaş üstü de denerizzİstanbullu amcalar resim gönderin. Sizi çok özlüyorum. Sizinle olmak için sabırsızlanıyorum. Hadi öptümGönderen: mahmut

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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New Friends in the Breeding Pens

Sunset glowed outside the breeding pens, a crimson orb casting sultry rays over a facility that knew no end to the pleasures of the body. The Breeding Pens were well known throughout the capital city, even if they were not the only breeding facility that existed in the British Isles. There were plenty more around, but The Breeding Pens had worked hard on their reputation for providing a clean, safe facility for needy females in heat – or looking to scratch a particular itch – to satisfy each and every wicked urge their minds could dream up.

No female, of course, left the facility without a little one growing in their belly or clutch of eggs quickening. Customer satisfaction would always be held to the highest possible standards.

The studs… Well, the studs were another story entirely. Only the best of the best were accepted to work at the programme and were paid well for their duties, as if the pleasures of the role were not payment enough. Bipeds and quadrupeds were welcomed, with the facility not discerning between one or the other bar the female’s preference for how she wanted her offspring to turn out. But, whichever male ended up on stud duty for a single female or a group, the pens were yet to send away a disappointed female. Most of them left with semen still trickling down their thighs, cheeks flushed as they held their heads high, elated with the knowledge that they would soon have the family they had entered the pens looking for.

Boasting indoor and outdoor pens, the centre commanded a solid block on the very edge the city, their high walls so placed to keep away prying eyes. Despite evening crawling in with irrevocable hunger, the pens were still as active as ever with the weekend crowd flinging caution to the wind and taking the leap instinct and longing said was just the right next step, seeking that heavily swollen belly and leaking teats.

In one of the quieter pens set back from the orgy rooms, a room decorated to look like a small, indoor equestrian arena, two females wriggled, strapped into bondage that barely let them shift to ease the growing ache in their muscles as they waited on their breeding stud. Although the arena would have been too small in practice for anything other than round pen work, it was certainly suited to one of the females, a proud, lean mare with definition shimmering through her finely trimmed back fur. With a coat of such a dark bay that it was almost black in places, she huffed and let her pale white mane spill down the crest of her neck, fetlocks neatly buckled to either side of a standard breeding stand. Her stomach pressed to the padded wood, buttocks vulnerably raised, and she flicked her tail, ears twitching to catch the swish of hair striking the air.

Beside her, a gryphon with strangely avian quadruped hindquarters, dragged a talon through the sand, barely able to put her weight on her birdlike feet as she hung suspended from the ceiling. Her crimson feathers appeared brushed with an orange sunset over the back of her head and along the tips of her wings, feathers shimmering as they caught varying nuances in the low, tasteful light. Her slender tail, tipped with a cluster of longer feathers, flipped freely from side to side, occasionally pushing up over her own back as if she was readying herself. She was surprised that it had not been bound too when she’d requested the ‘special’ treatment, but found it a welcome distraction from the constant reminder of how helpless she was, eyes roaming the faux fence bordering the room over and over again. It was unnatural to be held so tightly in an intricate web of ropes, instinct screaming and mentally rebelling with waves of panic even as her submissive side crooned.

Some desires did need a certain feather to tickle. She puffed up her chest the best she could while tied up, ropes crisscrossing her body and holding her hind legs apart so that she could not have closed them if she’d wanted to. But she hadn’t expected to have her special breeding so rudely interrupted with the arrival of a mare that wasn’t even a quadruped like her.

“Who are you?” The gryphon demanded rudely at last, squirming in her bondage. “I didn’t realise I’d have to share this pen with a biped.”

The mare snorted and shot her a look out of the corner of her eye, tensing her shoulders so that she pushed up against the limits of the leather straps pinning her down to the stand. With her legs spread so wide, her hooves could only scrape back and forth a few inches to dig a furrow through the sand, as immobilised as the gryphon was even as their bondage rang with different notes.

“You should have read the fine print. Fatih Escort I guess the qualities we ticked off for our breeding stud meant that we have to share this time.”

Shaking her head, the gryphon eyed her, clicking the edges of her beak together.

“What’s your name?”

“Apalala. Yours?”

“Rovoska.” She turned her head as if to preen and winced as the ropes pulled tighter still across her feathers. “I’ll have you know that I’m going to be bred first.”

Rovoska rolled her eyes as Apalala twisted, trying to catch a better look of the gryphon out of the corner of her eye, as she could not turn her strapped down head enough to see clearly. The mare’s expression rang with as much need as hers, if but for a split second. And then it was gone, yearning desire replaced with cool confidence as she blew a sliver of wayward forelock out of her eyes.

“And why do you say that… Rovoska, was it?”

Hissing, the gryphon shot her as proud and as cocky a look as she could manage. With her wings tied down to her back, however, it was a more difficult feat than usual.

“I’m not about to have a wet cock in me.” She rolled her eyes again, tail lashing. “You think a male would be ready to go again so soon and be just as good if you have him second? I don’t want your juices in me!”

A tiny smirk pulled at the corner of Apalala’s lips.

“If you need to be bred so badly, you can go first. I’m just here to have my fun and I’ll get that either way.”

Rovoska didn’t seem to hear her, only pausing to tilt her chin thoughtfully to the side.

“He better be good enough for me. If not, I may have to send him away and demand another one.”

Ruffling her feathers, she sighed dramatically.

“If he’s sub-par, you can have him all to yourself. You look like a female that really needs to be bred.”

Cackling, Rovoska threw her head up, eyes glinting with mischief.

“What, your heat get the better of you or something?” She goaded the mare, ear-tufts twitching. “Couldn’t hack it this time, huh? Just got to get a nice, thick cock between your legs, pretty-filly?”

“Mares don’t go into heat – it’s called coming into season,” Apalala snapped, teeth clicking together as she pinned her ears flat to her skull. “And I do not need to be bred!”

“Then why are you here?”

The mare ground her teeth together, half-thinking to not bother giving the snarky gryphon the time of day. She was there for the same reason as Apalala, so just who the hell did she think she was anyway?

“I’m here because I want to be,” she said, turning haughtily away. “Maybe if you’re spouting off bull’ like that, you’re the one that was so needy that she begged to be tied up in the breeding pens and fucked until she’s as weak as a hatchling?”

Gaping, Rovoska squawked and tried to flap her wings. She swung back and forth in the ropes, barely moving as she struggled against herself to get to the mare. Apalala pricked her ears and snorted with laughter, eyes watering as the gryphon dangled.

“Look at you!” Apalala egged her, a grin stretching her lips wider and wider as she amused herself. “You’re just trying to push back onto his cock already, need that fat shaft spreading you open and giving you a clutch.”

“Ladies, ladies… There’s plenty of me to go around.”

A voice cut across their somewhat good-natured bickering, sending them both into an abrupt silence. Heavy steps thudded into the arena as the door swung close at the stud’s heels and both females whipped their head around to get the first look at him.

A four-legged stallion trotted into the arena with his head held high, tossing his silver-white mane from one side of his neck to the other. His coat boasted a like colour, splotched through with darker silver that draped over his coat like water, flowing and moving with the bunch and pull of muscle beneath the skin. A long tail flicked behind a set of hindquarters rolling with power as he snorted, ducking his head down to his hooves as he threw in a buck for good measure, showing off for the females he’d been brought in to breed.

Apalala sucked in a breath, heart hammering and tail flicking up over her hindquarters against her will. For a moment, the mare forgot how she was doing the breeding for herself – of course she was, she always did everything for herself and herself alone – and let her pussy squeeze down on nothing. She groaned and arched her neck, unconsciously flirting as her tail flicked to better spread her hormones through the air, making herself impossible to resist. The stallion skidded to a halt, kicking up sand, and peeled his upper lip back from his teeth, sifting through her intoxicating scent as her body begged to be bred.

For that’s all she really was in the breeding pens – a female in need – and it was why she’d requested to be tied down. She wanted to make a pretence at choosing a stud for herself, maintaining even through signing in at reception that Escort Fatih she didn’t really need to be bred, but it was all a lie – a ruse of the highest calibre. Apalala was as needy as the next mare in season, pussy drooling with sheer, unadulterated need.

The mare groaned, head swimming. By the horse lords… She hadn’t expected to be paired up with a stallion! Let alone a feral! She should have squirmed in trepidation, but all the sight of him and that full, heavy-looking sheath did to her was make her marehood wink, tugging up reflexively to show off how desperate her body was to feel him driving up deep inside her.

Apalala inhaled deeply and slowly, calming herself even as her nostrils flared and the hunk of a horse pranced between them, as light on his hooves as a dancer. The gryphon chirped, tucking her beak into her chest as her tail curled and uncurled over her rump as if she was trying to draw the equine’s attention. But he was too busy flicking up his hooves like a colt on his first spring grass to notice such a minor detail. Smirking, Apalala pricked her ears and shot Rovoska a sly look.

“Name’s Durst,” he whinnied, pivoting on his hind legs between them as if trying to take in both females at once. “But you won’t remember that name. Not after I’m done breeding my mares of the evening.”

Chuckling, he snorted and flared his nostrils, pawing at the sand.

“No one leaves my breeding pen unsatisfied either. You’ll both be carrying my foals before the night is out.”

“Hey, stud.”

Rovoska’s voice wound sinuously around him, calling the stallion’s attention. He lifted his head, eyes bright and curious.

“You’ll be remembering my name for sure, because I’m going to be the best lay you’ve ever had,” she crooned, ear-tufts twitching. “I’m Rovoska. Her name doesn’t matter.”

Durst stretched out his neck towards her, golden eyes shining with intelligence. As if struck by their rarity, Rovoska blinked at him several times in quick succession, dulled for but a brief moment. The stallion arched his neck, one hoof lifted.

“I’ll hear it all the same.”

“I’ve made my introductions with birdie over there already,” Apalala took her chance to speak up, though it was difficult to force out the words with a heat-riddled body. “But I’m Apalala. You won’t need to remember my name.”

She flushed, turning her head away. Just why had she said that? Was she so far gone in season that she would say anything to get a cock in her? But it seemed to work wonders with the stallion, who snaked his neck out to nip her sharply on the shoulder. Squealing, Apalala tried and failed to kick out, shuddering at how just that bite along made heart pound, blood pulsing through her veins like liquid fire.

“I like you, little mare,” he nickered, butting his forehead into her hip as he inspected her from head to hoof. “I like you a lot. You’ll be my first of the evening.”

“What?”

Rovoska shrieked, swinging as she fought her bondage once more, wings shuffling the little that they could move.

“What about me? I deserve to be bred first! What do you need me to say? I’ll be a better fuck than she ever will!”

The equines ignored her, wrapped up in their perusal of one another. Durst shifted his weight from hoof to hoof, sheath plumping up with the main course that was to come. Lipping down the length of her back, Durst snorted and she trembled as his hot breath warmed the underside of her tail. Of course, it was flipped up and pushed to the side, the fall of white hair shimmering as he pressed his nose into her sex, inhaling quickly in short, sharp breaths.

“Oh, sure, go for the mare, why don’t you?” The gryphon huffed, snapping her beak with such force that the edges came together in a rowdy ‘clack’. “It’s always the same with you equines, you lot go like for like all the fucking time.”

“Now, now, birdie,” Apalala nickered breathlessly as Durst lapped up her cunny lips. “Don’t be a sore loser. It’s all the same in the breeding game, isn’t it? You’ll leave here knocked up either way.”

Rovoska snorted.

“Yeah, but I’ll be having your sloppy seconds.” The feathers between her beak and rounded forehead ruffled. “His dick will still be wet from you!”

The mare would have smirked if she’d not been busy trying to push back onto the stallion’s muzzle, his tongue scooping up her juices as quickly as her body produced them. He licked his lips, savouring her taste as his mottled pink and brown cock dropped below his stomach, bobbing and slapping the rounded underside of his barrel. As Apalala’s pussy winked, pushing out more of her arousal as she ground her teeth together to stop herself from verbally begging him to breed her, Durst half-reared, dancing back and forth in his eagerness to mount.

“You’re going to have some strong foals off me, mare…”

Apalala groaned.

“I can’t have twins!”

Horses usually only birthed single foals, with twins being Fatih Escort Bayan a rarity within the species. Far from correcting himself, Durst nickered a laugh, mounting her with as calm and collected an air that any stallion had ever bragged. The cock slapping the underside of his belly only heightened his air of masculinity.

“I am well aware of that, but I also know that you will be back for more, once you’ve had my cock once.”

Mounting her backside, he pushed up over the breeding stand and the tied down mare, lips brushing through her mane. She moaned and tried to lean into the warmth of his body, shivering delightedly when her bondage denied her even that pleasure. It was a strange feeling to be so denied, but made her all the hornier, heat spreading down her neck in hot, sweaty patches.

Cock bobbing, the stallion rolled his hips forward, fleshy cock sliding over her buttocks. It may have taken a lesser stud several jabs to hit his mark, but the tip of his shaft caught and drove in with a single thrust, easily impaling her tight tunnel. Squealing, Apalala clenched down around him, eyes bulging as her pussy was stretched further than she had ever managed with a male – only her toys had given her such girth! She hadn’t managed to find a partner with such a cock as Durst had, that much was sure!

Ruffling her feathers, Rovoska grumbled and muttered to herself about not getting bred first as the scent of sex and delicious scene before her drove her arousal to a peak that she could not have imagined was possible. As the mare was bred – before her! – the gryphon rolled her head from side to side and chirped, trying to claw at the sand, but not quite able to get the purchase to draw their attention back to her.

Apalala panted and writhed as much as she could beneath the long, driving thrusts of the stallion, submitting to him with every powerful stroke he delivered. The length easily slipped into her past the medial ring, her body designed to take such a large cock even if there was a noticeable size difference between them. His cock drove into her with loud, lewd slurps of their combined sexual fluids, drooling virile pre-cum as he grunted and shuddered above her. Apalala’s head rolled, mouth hanging open as her vision flickered, sensation after sensation overwhelming her body from all sides.

It was exactly what she’d been craving for oh so very long.

Her climax came upon her quickly and unexpectedly, gripping her in a fist so tight that it was several minutes before her neighs and whinnies of pleasure subsided. Spasm after spasm wracked her body, claiming it for its own ecstasy, until she returned from the blackness of orgasm to a heaving body above hers, rump moving quicker and quicker as Durst fucked her with short, sharp thrusts, snorting heavily.

The stallion was close.

But he would not be outdone and would not cum so quickly that his mare was not satisfied. For all the gryphon chattered about having standards, so did he – and steep ones too! Durst rolled his eyes. He was the best for a reason.

Groaning, Durst pinned his ears back and slammed into Apalala who neighed loudly, still sensitive from her orgasm. That didn’t matter – he’d be pushing her into another very shortly anyway. Huffing and snorting like a wild stallion on the plains, he fed her every inch of cock-meat her body was willing to take, struggling even in himself to hold back as her hot passage clenched and rippled around him. Sweat darkened a line down his neck, sand scuffing up beneath his hooves as he worked his hindquarters in closer for the best angle to thrust, pleasure rising and rising with every passing second.

Durst snorted headily, feeling the mare tense up, clearly on the edge of another climax. Even he could not last forever with such a needy mare beneath him, hormones flooding his nose as he drew in breath after breath, needing to breathe even as it drove him closer and closer to the edge.

“Ready for my foals, little filly?”

Apalala didn’t have a chance to respond before he rammed in with a proud whinny, tail flagging as his cock throbbed, delivering the first thick spurt of cum into her needy passage. His balls twitched up closer to his body as he groaned and thrust shallowly, keeping his cock as deep inside her as possible as he spent himself. Rocked into her second orgasm, it was all the mare could do to stay conscious as he filled her, imagining that her belly swelled a little from the sheer volume of cum he was pumping into her.

The stallion grunted and groaned, rocking into Apalala as his climax tapered off, the last spurts of cum splashing right up to the back of her passage. He was sure that, already, his semen was racing towards her eggs, his services as a breeding stud complete, at least for the moment. He whuffed softly at her neck, sides trembling and heaving for breath, nostrils puckering softly. Although his first climax had momentarily drained him, if in mental need alone, he couldn’t forget that he still had a job to do.

Snorting, he dismounted with a heavy thump of hooves hitting the sand, cock drooping softly below his stomach. That didn’t bother him, the fact that he was soft for the moment; it would be but a few seconds before he was hard and ready again.

All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.

Chapter 1

My name is Max and I am just an average kid in high school. I spent as much time with dad because my mother was a piece of work. One day she started to beat me so bad because I made to much noise. I ran to my room, shut the door and locked it from the inside. She would start banging on the door to break it down. I called my father at work and he drove home to confront her. He told her she is not to beat me.

She replied, “Fuck You, I can do what I want”

My dad then took me to my grandmother’s place. She would ask the same question I did to him many times.

“Why do you stay with her?, just leave and stay with me.”

“I still love her.”

” You have to think of Max, she’s abusive and beats him all the time”

What about me, I loved my father but I saw him as a weak man afraid to make the big choices. One day I came home expecting to see my dad but there were police parked in front of the house. When I came in, my mother told me that dad was driving your grandmother to the doctors and got into an accident, they both were killed. The police then just left and I went to my room. When dad and my grandmother were here I felt safe but now I was so afraid and alone.

I came down for dinner and I started crying but she slapped me across the face and told me to get over it.

Later that year I started grade 12. I came home one day with Cindy I knew from school. She was beautiful, long blond hair and nice breasts. She was also an athlete and I loved watching her play basket ball. When we arrived at my place, we both saw a motorcycle in the front of the house. We both knew what that meant, it would be one of her boyfriends. I confided in Cindy many time what was going on. She told me to come over to her house and do homework there.

One day I came home late to many times and she was waiting for me.

She said, “Where were you.”

I tried to tell her but she did not believe me.

She said, “You have been talking about me behind my back, haven’t you.”

I told her no but she started beating me. This time I would not take it and I punched her in the face, she went backward then fell on the floor. She told me about honoring thy mother and father.

I said, “Fuck you,” and I spat on her.

The boyfriend came around the corner and saw her on the floor and Etlik Escort he punched me in the face and threw me out of the door.

She yelled out, “If you come back I will have his motorcycle gang kill you.

Chapter 2

I walked down the street and I thought about going to Cindy’s place but her parents were never happy I was there. They did not want to get involved. I walked around the city crying, hungry and dirty for days. I ended up in a rich area and sat near a upscale gym, begging for food or money but no one was listening.

I wanted to cry and wanted my father or grandmother to hold me and protect me. Before I knew it these group of men and woman came out with baseball bats in there hands. My heart was pumping so hard and loud and I was frozen with fear. They kept beating me as I cried out for help but people just kept walking away. They hit my head so many time and I just passed out from the pain.

I woke up in the hospital and something was different with me. They told me I suffered brain damage in the beating. I stayed in a hospital for many, many days. They showed me the calendar but then I would forget what day it was and I could not find it again on the calendar. After a time, they moved me to a old hotel. It was dirty and smelly. They did help me to shop for food and cook for my self. Finally that lady did not come back anymore and I was alone and afraid again. I heard people screaming outside the door. In the morning I noticed some people had pissed on the wall..

One day my cheque came in and I went to the bank to deposit the money. Then went shopping for food just like they showed me. About half way through the month; some people in the building broke into my place and pushed and kicked me to the floor. They yelled at me calling me names like retarded. They took all my food and things. I cried in the corner of the room. I heard them say to shut up or they will come back to shut me up. I ran out of there as fast as I could and again I was walking on the street alone. I knew no one would listen so I stayed quiet. I ended up at a groceries store. I sat outside waiting to die.

I saw a lady that came up to me. She was beautiful like Cindy I thought. She said, “are you okay,” I did not want to answer. She went into the store and came out with food and she gave some to me, I thanked her. I begin to eat the food as fast Etlik Escort Bayan as possible. Some days later in the evening some cars came in and stopped in front of me. They came out with heavy things in there hands.

“We are going to teach you a lesson so you move on.” I was great full they were going to kill me. I was not afraid and welcomed it.

All of a sudden that lady came out and she fought them in a way I have never seen before. She broke one guy’s arm and left him screaming. She then stomped on a leg and something came out. They ran away and she picked me up and took me to her home.

Chapter 3

I was so afraid sitting on her couch wondering what was going to happen. She asked so I told her everything that had happened to me. She took my clothes off as well as hers and we took a shower together and she made sure I was clean. She gave me some old army clothes. She asked me to call her mistress. The next couple of days she showed me how to take care of myself, make meals and do laundry. We slept together and I felt safe for the first time since my father died. She told me there would be days that she will be gone but she will be back. She told me to just do the jobs she showed me.

She even trusted me to cut the grass and clean the house. At night she put her arms around me and said “I will protect you no matter what.” She drank Jack Danial out of the bottle and was drunk often. At first I was afraid because my mother drank and usually bad things would happen. She looked at me and told me I was safe. When she was drunk she told me stories when she was in the special forces. The army blamed her for the deaths of her team in a mission. She was the only survivor. She would cry a lot about her team. Her rich military family disowned her after that. She had a lot of her own money and army pension.

I did not know where she would disappear to. She just said I would be back in a few days. At night we did have sex and she showed how to treat her. I would lick her tits then pinch them. Then played with her pussy while she was deepthroat me. It felt good like we were the only one in this world.

Chapter 4

One day when she was drunk; she told me where she was going, when she disappeared.

She said, “I am not like other girls and I would go to places to get gangbanged.”

I did not know what that meant. She explained Escort Etlik it to me, I was not sure what to think.

I replied, “Can I be part of it.”

“Only if you choose to and the other guy’s will not do anything to you, I promise.”

She gave me the choice to be apart of it or not and I was happy with that.

One day the gangbang party was at the house. Several guys cam over and there was loud music. She called me down with towels. Everyone was naked and she was on the couch. I wiped her face and body. She instructed me to sit down and watch. She went on her knees and sucked several cocks and she even winked at me. I smiled at her, this is the first time I seen her happy. She put her head over the side of the couch while one of the guys stuck there cock in her mouth all the way down. Another guy gust fucked hard and then cumed all over her body. She then looked at me, “Do you want a try.” Sure, my cock was so hard and I put in her pussy. She really liked what I was doing.

After that there were three guys putting there cock in all holes in her body. There were guys cock almost the size of there arm. She was so loud when they tried. She would ask me to wipe her down again of all the sweat and cum on her body. The other guys left and mistress and I were so tired, we fell asleep together on the couch.

Chapter 5

We did this a lot and I was fine with it but she drank so much. she drank Jack Danial out of the bottle. When she was drunk, she told me more war stories. She said her call sign was mistress. One morning I tried to wake up mistress but she would not. Her body seemed hard and could not move her arms or legs. I knew she was dead and I cried so hard. I heard a voice and it was mistress, but it did not come from her body. The voice said, ” do what I told you to do if this happened.

I called the man she said was lawyer. I told him everything. He came over with the ambulance. He told me that everything was mine now. He said the house and her money. He helped me with her funeral but no one came. On her stone said: Here lies a hero. It was not her fault what happen but they forced her to take the blame. I asked the lawyer why was she helping me so much:

“She has seen a lot suffering in combat. She was an honourable soldier but when they blamed her for what happened to her men she was lost and broken. She want to do something good in this world, so she took care of you. She also punished herself with all this drinking and that killed her.”

I visited her grave everyday because no one else did. I always brought her fresh flowers. So many days went by and mistress came to me and thanked me. We then both went to heaven.

Chapter 08 — Heather’s Request

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Author’s Note – This chapter of the largely group sex category is a little hard to classify. Heather isn’t technically a virgin in the strictest sense of the word. But she’s hoping to relive her only other experience with a man, when she did lose her virginity. As such it felt like this was the closest category to fit into… this or romantic couplings. I hope that my readers enjoy it at least as much as the other chapters in the story. Don’t forget to vote and leave comments! 🙂

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One thing I haven’t figured out about marriage is the ebb and flow of your partner’s sexual appetites. Ann had been insatiably horny for days, but after my last story we had some great sex and then went to sleep. After that we went a few days where there just wasn’t any sexual contact between us. For no reason that I could determine either, we just sort of got into other things.

She went out to a friends one night and didn’t get home till I was already asleep. Another night I was up late watching a movie. A third night we both just seemed to fall asleep as soon as we were in bed. I suspected that there may be a biological reason behind it, but I didn’t keep track of her cycle and had no urge to ask or find out.

The up shot of this was that after almost a week of incidental celibacy, I finally had to ask her. “Is there a reason we haven’t had sex in the last few days?” I said one night as she climbed beneath the sheets.

She smiled at me and shook her head, “I was actually wondering the same thing myself. Are you in the mood?”

I flipped the covers back and showed her the erection I had, answering her question that way. She grinned, “Well, I suppose if you wanted to tell me more of your story…”

I groaned, I was horny now. I looked over at our collection of pornographic videos and dvds we kept in our bedroom. A noticeable layer of dust was now covering them where they sat on a top shelf in the closet. “How about I just pop in a movie and we fool around?” I suggested.

She shook her head again, “Nope, I want more story. Last I remember, you and Nina had just had sex, then you came in her mouth. Then Heather wanted a turn.” She cuddled up against me, throwing a leg over my thigh as she wiggled slightly.

I knew there was no arguing with her, not if I wanted to have sex tonight at least …

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“Don’t I get time to recuperate?” I asked as Heather said she wanted a turn with me. All three women laughed. “I’m serious!” I said in a mock whining voice. Nina, swallowing the hot load of cum I’d deposited in her mouth moved back up so that she was level with me.

She hugged me and the four of us sort of just gathered together in the queen sized bed that was recessed into the floor of the loft. My girlfriend Jen, laughed and propped herself up on one elbow as she looked at me over Heather’s body. “I told you he’s got a lot of stamina, but yeah, I think he needs a little bit to recover baby.”

Heather put on a mock pout and sighed, “I suppose I can wait.”

Then, as much as I was enjoying being sandwiched between Heather’s freckled pale body and Nina’s equally light skin, I had to protest. “Okay!” I said sitting up and throwing off the covers, “This place has heated up enough, I’m starting to sweat like crazy.”

I crawled over Nina as the girls giggled at me and Nina pinched my ass when I passed her. Being out from under the covers helped somewhat. The cabin was warming up quite a bit, but it was still a little cool, and goose flesh raised across my skin as my cock quickly shriveled to a flacid state.

Heather even commented on it, “Holy cow Pete, you’re so small when you’re not hard.”

I glared, “Hey!” and covered my flaccid cock, still slick and shiny with Nina’s juices and saliva. “I can’t help it, some guys are showers and some guys are growers. I’m just the latter.” I sat with my back against the cupboards that led into the crawlspace, a few feet from the mattress that was level with the floor.

“You know,” Nina said turning to look at me, and then spooning up against Heather, sandwiching her against Jen, “Rich always said the same thing. What does that mean exactly?”

“Well,” I explained, “Some guys are like me, they have small looking dicks when flaccid, but when they get aroused, they grow to their fullness. Basically there’s a big change between flaccid and erect size.” I wasn’t taking offense at this. I knew that I had a perfectly fine sized cock. I was just a little over seven inches long and quite thick around. I’d measured it once and I was about two inches across in width. I didn’t have really anything to compare it against though. The only other erect cocks I’ve seen in my life were either porn, or the one time that Rich and I had a little foursome with Jen and Nina. I knew I was bigger then Rich, but that’s about it. I’d also done some research on the internet and it said the national average for men’s erect length was between six and seven inches. Temelli Escort So I figured I was either just over average or at the high end of normal.

Nina nodded, “Right so you and Rich are ‘growers’ then? Meaning you grow into your full size?”

I nodded back, “Yeah, but some guys are ‘showers’ meaning that even while flaccid they look around the same size as they will be when erect. So maybe if I was a shower, I’d look like I was maybe 5 or six inches long when flaccid, not, 2 or 3 inches.”

Jen sat up then, and joined in the conversation, “So even ‘showers’ still deflate somewhat?”

I shrugged, “I guess so, I don’t really know.” I wasn’t an expert on this topic and was basically just relating what I’d read on the internet.

There was a little break in our conversation and Heather finally broke the silence, “Well I suppose it really only matters what you’re like when you’re hard, right?” I smiled and nodded, and the other two girls seemed to agree. Heather continued, “Jen said that you can basically go all night long as long as you have enough of a break in between. Is that true?”

I shrugged, blushing slightly, “I suppose. I mean one weekend we went over twenty times. Though the last few times I think I was shooting air. I’ll probably be good to go again in another ten minutes.”

Heather smiled and stood up, stepping over Nina towards me. She turned and faced the other two women and said, “If you two don’t mind, I think I’m going to take Pete down to the master bedroom for a little while?”

“Sure,” Jen said as Nina nodded, “I think we’ll make something to snack on and see if we can’t get the fireplace going.”

Nina added, “Take as long as you need.”

I looked up curiously at the fair skinned, freckled redhead and asked, “I don’t get a say in this I suppose?”

Jen and Nina both answered at once, “No.” This simultaneous response caused all three girls to laugh again, and I had to admit that I was grinning foolishly. Heather held out her hand and helped me to my feet.

We descended the circular staircase and entered the master bedroom with the large king sized bed. I couldn’t help but notice that through the glass patio doors the lights were on and the hot tub was now steaming slightly from under it’s cover. She shut the bedroom door behind me and then pointed at the bathroom, “Would you mind cleaning up? You know… um… like…” She hesitated and then added with a fluster, “maybe take a shower?”

I nodded, “Of course, no problem.” I guessed that she didn’t want to have the taste or smell of Nina and Jen on me. I thought it was odd considering she was at least bisexual, and had probably had sex with both of them. But I wasn’t going to argue.

I shut the bathroom door and locked both doors to either bedroom. After using the facilities I hopped in the smallish shower and washed off. There was a bar of soap in the shower, one of those orange ones that’s supposed to be hypoallergenic. It wasn’t my preferred brand. But I washed up, keeping my hair as dry as I could. My hair was very thick due to my Italian heritage, and it took a long time to dry when it was wet. I thought I’d avoid that. But I scrubbed up very well otherwise.

Afterwords I dried off with a towel I found in a small linen cabinet next to the shower, and tried to make myself presentable. My cock still lay limply, and I thought about fluffing it up, but decided against it. Hanging the towel on a hook I re-entered the master bedroom.

Heather was standing there, a silk robe about her shoulders and the room was lit with the light of a dozen candles. She’d lit them while I was in the shower of course, and the room was fairly bright considering how many flickering flames danced around the room. “I’ll be back in a minute,” she said as she pushed past me into the bathroom.

I lay on the large bed and relaxed, now comfortable with the temperature in the cabin as I listened to the sounds coming from the bathroom. I heard the toilet flush and then the shower turn on again. However her shower was quite brief and only a few minutes after it started she opened the bathroom door. Standing in the doorway wearing her silk robe she seemed scared, hesitant.

“Would you like to come join me on the bed?” I asked patting the comforter next to me.

She bit her lip and took a step into the bedroom, then stopped. She took one more step and then stopped again. “Pete,” she said, obviously nervous, “Can we just talk for a minute?”

I sat up in the bed and leaned against the large wooden headboard, “Of course Heather. No one’s forcing anyone into anything.” Then remembering the way I’d seen Heather and my girlfriend Jen cuddle and kiss earlier, I thought I knew what this might be about. “Is this about Jen?”

She smiled and moved to the bed, sitting on the edge, several feet from where I sat against the headboard. “No,” she said as she kept her back to me, “It’s about me actually.” I stayed quiet and let her proceed at her own pace.

“You Temelli Escort Bayan see,” she started and then paused before continuing. “I’ve been pretty much just into girls for the last few years. But I don’t think of myself as a lesbian. I…” She paused and bit her lip again as she looked at me. I said nothing, allowing her to continue, “I just had a bad experience with my first and only real boyfriend. I’ve been kinda turned off boys ever since.”

“Would you like to tell me about it?” I asked.

She looked at me and nodded. I held my arm out and waved her to me. She crawled up the bed and settled into the crook of my shoulder. She set her head against my shoulder and put one hand across my chest. I wrapped that arm around her back and held her, in an almost comforting way, though I was really wondering if this was going to end in sex or not.

“I was too young to have sex I think,” she said softly, “I don’t think I was ready, and my boyfriend was too immature. But he kept pressuring me, and I thought that’s what you did. It was a little over a year ago, and some of my friends were having sex, so I thought I should too.”

She sighed and I waited for her to continue at her pace, “So we came here, to this cabin of my parents, and it was supposed to be a romantic weekend. We had a nice dinner, and cuddled and talked for hours. We started fooling around, and then finally I told him to go ahead and do it. It hurt when he did, even though I can say now that he had kinda a small penis. It couldn’t have even been five inches and it was kinda narrow, but I still had my hymen, and it hurt.”

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly. I knew that when Jen and I had sex the first time she’d already had broken her hymen when she was younger. So when Jen and I had each lost our virginity to each other, we actually both enjoyed it quite a bit. However I’d since heard from others that was pretty much not the norm, most women didn’t enjoy their first time.

“It’s fine,” Heather lied as she continued, “But it was just that pain, and then a few moments of him thrusting, and then he came. He was wearing a condom, but he still pulled out, nervous that he’d somehow get me pregnant. I didn’t enjoy it at all, but I would have been okay if he had been sweet to me afterwords.”

“But he wasn’t?” I asked, guessing where this was going.

She shook her head and sighed, “No, He wanted to shower right after. Then he made me shower. When I came out of the bathroom he was already dressed and said that maybe we’d better head home, that it looked like a snow storm. I was too shocked to know how to take it, so I agreed. Plus he’d driven so if I didn’t go with him, he could have left me. We drove home in almost silence, and just before we got to my house I started crying. He yelled at me for that, saying that I should be happy, that I was a woman now, and he’d call me later.”

Heather sniffled quietly, and I was starting to feel very uncomfortable, sensing where this was going. She took a deep breath and finished her story, “But he didn’t of course. It wasn’t till the Wednesday after that I heard a rumor that he was telling everyone in his school how he finally popped my cherry. When I called him that night he and I had a big fight and he said that he wasn’t ready for a serious commitment. So we broke up.”

Heather sighed and squeezed my chest. I hugged her and said, “I’m very sorry to hear all of that Heather. That’s a really shitty thing for him to have done.” I didn’t know where this was going and was afraid that she was going to ask me to just talk to her all night long. My dreams of banging this sexy little ginger were pretty much dashed at this point. I hugged her again and said, “Of course we don’t have to have sex. We can just talk and cuddle if you like for a while. If you want to lie to the other girls, I’ll tell them whatever you want.”

She pushed away from me then and looked me in the eyes. “No, Peter, you misunderstand.” She slapped my chest and said, “I … I….”

She couldn’t finish her sentence, but I knew it was something more then just sex she wanted. “What is it Heather, anything you want I’ll try to do for you.”

She smiled at me and looked me in the eyes, “You’re serious aren’t you? You’ll do anything I ask just to try to make me feel better, won’t you?”

I nodded and she said, “You’re not just trying to get laid, you really care?”

I laughed, “You just watched me fuck and then blow my load in both Jen’s and then Nina’s mouth. ‘Gettin laid’ isn’t really a priority on my list. But you seem like a really nice sweet girl, and I’d be happy to help you. Just tell me what it is you want.”

Heather looked down and bit her lip again, a gesture I was starting to find very endearing. She didn’t look at me as she said her request. “I was thinking that maybe you could make love to me. Not just fuck me, but like… make love like we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I thought that if I had a good experience here, where that bad one Escort Temelli happened, I could make it better somehow. I know I’ll never be able to lose my virginity for the first time again, but if I could just make a pleasant memory here, I think I could cling to that one instead.”

I smiled at her and lifted her chin. I kissed her lips, softly, slowly. Only after I pulled away from her did I answer, “I’d love to be your boyfriend for a while Heather.”

She smiled at me and then asked, “So, uh, what do we do first? I’m really not experienced with um… guys.”

I laughed, “Well, first things first, you’re going to relax. If I’m going to be a ‘do over’ I want to do it right. But I need to know if you can trust me. I’m going to try to make this as good as I can for you, as nice and special, but also as pleasurable as possible. If you’ve only had sex with a guy once and it was pretty crappy, I’ve got big shoes to fill, and I need you to relax and trust me, ok?”

Heather nodded, and moved to take her robe off. I reached out and grabbed her hand on her shoulder, “No,” I said holding it there, “Leave the robe on for now. We’ve got time for the rest late.”

Heather giggled slightly and looked at me, then down at my still flaccid cock, “Ok, so uh… what then?”

I gently guided her to lay down on the bed, directing her as I did so, “Lay down and put your arm hands up by your head.” She did so, resting her hands under her face as she lay on the bed. I climbed up behind her and sat on her thighs. I slowly began working my hands across the silk robe on her back.

Giving her a slow massage through the silk, she sighed, “Did Jen tell you how much I like back-rubs?”

I chuckled, “No, did she tell you that I give pretty good ones?” Jen hadn’t told me much of anything about Heather. I hadn’t even known she’d existed really until this very day. But in my experience, all women liked back-rubs. I certainly didn’t mind giving them, and it seemed to relax women whenever they got one.

Heather shook her head slightly but then asked me softly, “Can we not talk about Jen? I think I want to just pretend it’s you and me for a while.” I nodded even though she wasn’t looking at me, but was laying with her eyes closed.

I spent probably a good half an hour just letting my hands roam across her body, sliding along the silk, pressing my thumbs into her flesh. She sighed and moaned softly to show her enjoyment, and finally suggested taking off her robe. “Only if that’s what you want baby,” I said quietly.

She did so and then I resumed my backrub, continuing down her legs, rubbing her thighs and calves. It didn’t take long before I could smell the distinct scent of her arousal. The candle light was bright enough to show that her pussy was swollen and slightly damp. The red curly hair between her thighs looked wet with her arousal and dark. This of course caused me to begin to swell, and I know she could feel my semi turgid cock as I rubbed her body over and over.

“Now?” she asked quietly. Her hips lifted slightly every time my hips pressed towards her slim buttocks.

“No, not yet.” I whispered. Then leaning against her, my semi hard cock pressing into the cleft of her ass, my chest pressing against her back, I whispered into her ear, “Do you trust me?”

She gasped a little, and I could feel her ass press up against me as she nodded her head, “Yes, I do sweety, of course I trust you.”

“You’re going to to do what I tell you then, aren’t you baby? You’re going to be a good girl and do as I say, because you know I just want you to feel good, right?” I asked, lightly biting at her earlobe as I finished. She gasped again and nodded.

“Good,” I said sitting up quickly and rolling off her. She looked up startled, and looked at me confused. I’m sure she was expecting me to penetrate her then, not roll away. I held a hand out to her as I rolled off the bed to stand up. “Come with me.”

She rolled to the edge of the bed and stood up. I held her hands for a moment as I looked at her. Her pale flesh, where not covered in freckles was milky white and I had the sudden urge to simply lick her. It was a primal thought, a deep base instinct but I wanted to taste her, to gently bite that creamy whiteness, to make her shiver as I nibbled her flesh that never saw sunlight.

She must have seen the desire in my eyes and she grinned, “Like what you see sweety?” she asked taking one hand back from me and putting it on her hip as she cocked it outwards.

I nodded yes as my eyes devoured her form. Her hair was so red that it looked almost orange in the candle light in the room. And hung down to her breasts. Her breasts were perky a perky b cup in size, with tight hard nipples that stuck out proudly. Her areola were such a light color pink that they could barely be seen. The edges of them were slightly darker then the rest of her pale skin around her tit, and they were quite large, easily two inches across.

My gaze traveled down her flat stomach that showed just a hint of fat, no where near as toned as my girlfriend Jen, but also slimmer then Nina. My eyes stopped at the shock of orange red hair between her hips. The unkempt triangle of curly hair beckoned me, and I could see her engorged lips at the base of the triangle, peeking through the kinky hair.

Am I going out of my fucking mind? What the…? Fuck, was that real?

Jessica’s mind desperately tried to find an explanation to what had just happened but couldn’t. I could see her trying, she paced back and forth, looked wildly around the room, but none of it made sense. Alexys is in Peru, not in New York. The apartment is empty. And she doesn’t have a giant cock that shoots blue sperm all over the… She looked up at the ceiling and then back to the shower.

Even I smiled at the last thought.

Jessica stepped into the hallway and looked around again before she pulled her skirt down and buttoned her blouse. Then she stepped back into the bathroom and inspected the shower again.

I stood behind the glass door, the cock she was thinking about was still quite hard in my hand. I was glowing with energy, giddy with the power that raced through me, but I was invisible.

There’s no water. She ran her hand through me and to the shower wall. Not a drop. She shook her head violently and then ran her fingers through her hair exasperated. Was it a hallucination? I must have eaten some bad clams at lunch. She laid the back of her hand along her forehead checking for a fever.

I watched in silence. I wasn’t sure what to do. The decision to vanish as soon as her climax had overcome her was a snap one. I didn’t know what else to do. I mean, was I supposed to step out of the shower and show her that I was real? Was I supposed to explain that I was not me, I mean, I was me, but now…what? New and improved? A goddess? And why did I whisper into her thoughts? That was probably a bad idea, I mean, what was I thinking? Was that supposed to make things better?

Now, I was standing in front of her watching her doubt her own sanity. It didn’t feel right. In fact, it felt shitty but I didn’t know what to do or how to fix it.

Jessica walked through the house methodically. If I hadn’t been able to hear her thoughts she still would have looked half-crazed. How much sleep have I been getting? Maybe I should cut back on the coffee. Could I have a disease, did Brian or Joe give me something? Stop it, that’s ridiculous, what sexually transmitted disease gives people crazy sexual fantasies? Did I just think fantasy? Was that a fantasy? A woman with a giant dick where her clit should have been? God, it was so fucking hot though, the way it snaked between her breasts. What the fuck is wrong with me?

It took her fifteen minutes but she eventually left. I walked into the bedroom and collapsed onto my bed. My brain was flooded with thoughts. I was a wreck. As a goddess, I would have thought that you got a certain amount of wisdom, some all-knowing stuff, but as I lay there thinking back over everything that had happened in past couple days, all I seemed to have were questions.

I knew nothing about what I was or where my powers came from. I mean, I understood that Txao had given them to me, but where did they come from? There was no history book, no stories or legends that I knew. Until Txao had said the word futa, I had never heard it or believed that goddesses actually existed, ever.

Now Txao was gone, every human on the planet, including the woman I loved, probably assumed I was dead, I had just seriously toyed with the mind of a person I called my friend, and I felt desperately alone. I know it sounds like a pity party, but I fell apart. I didn’t know what else to do.

I wept. My eyes filled with tears but as I wiped them away I realized they were clear with blue hue. Whether I wanted to face it or not, I was no longer human – I was more.

I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. Txao had made it seem so easy. Even as she faced the end of her existence, she was calm and serene. Sitting on the edge of the bed high atop her temple, watching me pace back and forth, she smiled even while she faded. She made being a goddess look easy. I mean, one minute she was locked in a box for thousands of years, the next – the person who rescued her was kneeling in front of her, worshipping her, a supplicant for anything she would give.

The hours with her had been incredible but I couldn’t explain what came over me when she touched me the first time. When her skin touched mine, I changed. It was like I was possessed. All I wanted was her, all I wanted to do was please her, I didn’t understand why nor did I want to – she became everything to me.

Was it her touch? I smiled when I remembered the way her body felt curled up behind me. So soft and strong, so gentle and urgent…

Though I was a goddess, I was still learning what that meant. My being was still developing. There were sensations, thoughts, and feelings that I didn’t understand. I could do things I had never imagined before – but I was still young, still learning. I was like a new animal – I knew little of walking even though I was built to run.

My thoughts were clouded. I felt happy and sad, powerful and humble, a servant and a master. Bala Escort I loved being a goddess but I mourned what I was before. I knew little but what I required, what I needed, what filled me with power.

For an hour or so, I lay in bed and thought back over everything. Then I felt it. It was faint but it was there, coming through the walls and floors. It was like a smell – a fantastic roast in the oven next door, fresh cookies still warm and steaming.

It floated around me until my being absorbed it, soaked it in like a sponge. The taste rolled across my tongue, sweet like an expensive wine. The energy coursed through me. I left my apartment and followed it.

Moving through the floors and walls, floating down through the building as if it were made of smoke, I thought of the old cartoons, the dog that floated through the air after the smell of a pie reached his nose. That’s how it felt, slipping down, passing through the apartments until what drew became stronger, impossible to ignore.

As soon as I heard them, I stopped. I was in the living room of an apartment a few stories below mine. I could see their energy; it flowed from the end of the hall as if there were a blue fire on the far side of the door.

My body tingled. I was drawn to it. Everything inside of me craved it. For the first time, I could feel my eyes begin to glow blue the way Txao’s had. I cannot explain the exhilaration. It was liquid joy, a feeling pure happiness, and I didn’t want it to end.

There was a rhythmic banging, wood against the wall. “Yes, yes, oh, God, yes!” A woman’s voice shouted.

Oh, that feels good. I’ve never felt a pussy so tight!” I could hear her partner’s thoughts.

I smiled as I stepped through the door and my eyes fell on them. She was hanging from him – her arms around his neck, her legs around his lower back and he was on all fours on top of the bed. The headboard knocked against the wall every time he drove his turgid manhood into her.

Her eyes were closed. “Oh, he’s so amazing. Oh my God, he feels so good. Why don’t I have sex all the time? Is there a better feeling? He has got to stay the night tonight. I can’t get enough of his… Shit, that feels good. Right there, yes, faster. Oh my God, I’m going to fucking cum…”

Surrounded by the pale tendrils of energy that floated off their sweating bodies, I remained invisible and let my being absorb their bliss.

She was a redheaded-woman in her early twenties with pale skin, smallish breasts, and hips that would have formed a perfect hourglass had she been standing. He, on the other hand, was considerably older, in his early forties with gray hair that was cut like a lawyer, conservative and without facial hair.

I wandered their minds for a moment until I found their story. She was the bartender at the bar he and his friends frequented after work. He was married and she was into older men who liked to fuck in the middle of the day.

She was immature, but she had good taste in men. He was well built a wealthy man who took care to look his best. His chest covered in salt and pepper gray hair, was wide and strong with a flat belly and just the slightest hint of fat on his hips.

I felt his ego. He was not only proud of his catch, but determined to show her he was better than any other man.

The energy coursed through my veins and I felt the familiar rush of pleasure and power – Txao’s gifts. I had arrived just in time, orgasms were quickly approaching. My long green robe fell open and my cock began to rise. I smiled down at the throbbing arm of flesh and wrapped my hand around the shaft. My new friend was excited and my fingers sliding up and down his length only made him throb faster.

I stroked myself in rhythm with the man’s hips while he did his best to hold off as long as he could. He timed his breath. He thought of the wood grain of his desk, the tread of his car tires – anything he could to stall the sensations that ran through his groin.

But the woman was ready. I read her thoughts. She concentrated on every aspect of what was happening – the heat that came off his chest, the way her body shook every time he slammed into her, her fingers digging into the thick muscles his back, her nipples tickled in his chest hair, and the smell of his cologne and sweat.

Her thoughts drenched my pussy and my cock, now long enough that I could have wrapped my breasts around it, oozed copious amounts of precum.

And then it was upon them. Her muscles went rigid. Her legs tightened around him. “Yesssss…” She cried out as her body convulsed in ecstasy. Her pussy gripped his length and the warmth of her juices surrounded him. It was all he could take. His eyes clamped shut; he lost control and unloaded inside her.

I reached into their minds. I wasn’t finished. Again, I commanded.

They moaned in unison. The woman eyes opened in surprise. “Oh, yes!” Her fingers scratched Bala Escort Bayan along her partner’s back and he drove his rod deeper inside her until the euphoria washed across them again.

The smell of sex filled the room.

“Oh, Brian! How did…” she looked at him through half-lidded eyes, drunk with pleasure, but her words broke off when her body tensed and another orgasm exploded through her. “Yes! Don’t stop. Fuck me.”

The man, lost in ecstasy couldn’t stop his hips.

I stroked myself as he moved inside her – my own cock lubricating my fingers and breasts with precum. The familiar tension began build in both of us. I’m going to cum with him. I slid my tongue along the curve of my breasts and tasted my own juices.

The man’s ass muscles tightened and he threw his head back in a stupor. “Ohhhh…” he groaned, “…yessss!”

The first surge of my cum sprayed toward the ceiling before it landed on the floor around me. I closed my eyes and squeezed my pulsing cock as another bolt spurted forward onto the couple in front of me.

Their bodies writhed in pleasure when it touched them. They became two snakes coiling around each other, rolling around the bed dripping with my attention.

I couldn’t believe the effect it had. I stepped closer and gushed more onto the woman’s glistening chest.

She came immediately, moaning as her pussy oozed its gratification. They moved as if they wished to climb into the other’s skin and become one. The woman licked the sweat from her lover’s face. The man, his cock still fucking away at her swollen pussy, sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down until she moaned her satisfaction.

They were like nothing I had ever seen. Pleasure was a drug they craved, something they couldn’t get enough of.

Spurred by their delirium and greedy for more, I continued to cum. I showered them in my ejaculate and absorbed the power they gave. My mind was racing, I felt more alive than I ever had before. Towering over the bed, cum dripping onto their bodies, I thought of becoming visible. I wanted to present myself, their patron and benefactor. My breasts heaved with pride. I wanted them to kneel in front of me, worship my cock and pussy, and give me the adoration I deserved.

I continued my blessing until the energy coming off of them was faint, the smoke of a dying fire, and both looked ready to collapse.

Rest, I commanded.

They smiled at each other and then collapsed, exhausted.

I shivered as my body absorbed the last remnants of their vigor. The sensation was strange but fantastic the zenith of pleasure and, as I returned to my apartment, I realized that I was created for it. What Txao had passed onto me was simple. I was the embodiment of sex and desire, the giver and receiver – a Futanari goddess with power over humanity’s greatest appetite.

Lying in my bed, sated by the couple, it didn’t take long before I tumbled from the precipice. A sigh was all it took and I fell from happiness, from the heights of euphoria to the depths of depression, in the space of a moment.

My skin sparkled with power, but that did nothing to answer the questions that remained. The realization returned – I was a neophyte, a child set in a boat on open water. I didn’t know anything. I could have killed the people I had just blessed, I could have stood there and absorbed their essence until I drained them of everything they had, all of their vitality, and they died. There was nothing to stop me. No one to teach me.

If I closed my eyes and focused, I could sense the energy from kilometers away.

Txao had simply made me a goddess. I knew nothing of my own existence. I was more powerful than I knew, capable of things I could barely imagine, but I was also alone. She had left me with no one. My life before her was gone, she was gone, and I was alone, lying on my old bed in New York – alone.

I wanted to be loved again. I wanted to be held.

What am I supposed to do, wander the world masturbating? There was no doubt that what had just happened, everything that had happened since I had fallen into the tomb had been wonderful. I was a god, I was powerful, but I was also desperate for understanding – without it I was adrift and alone. So far, all I had managed to do was survive.

Kim. I thought of the last time I had seen her in our apartment in Peru. She’s probably a wreck thinking I’m dead. The idea burned in my chest, her sadness. Our relationship had been short, we had only gotten together in Peru, but I could not remember a time I had been happier. I was happy living with her, waking up next to her, and sharing every aspect of my life. We clicked. She had been a good friend over the years but the first time I kissed her, the first time our lips touched, I knew we could work.

We were at a conference in Chicago. There was a symposium on Syriac which is why I was there, but she had gotten Escort Bala a freelance job for a magazine between digs and they wanted pretty pictures of archaeologists.

I didn’t expect to find see her. We had talked a few weeks before about a summer dig we had both been accepted on, but little else. She was dating a new girl, a grad school professor from South Africa and I was involved with Stephen, a rebound guy who played golf and studied economics when he wasn’t bartending a few blocks from my apartment.

She was shooting pics for the magazine during my seminar. I saw her squat down on the far side of the room, shoot a few of the panel, and then duck out a side door.

The symposium was wrapping up, so I gathered my things, slipped out behind her and caught her before she got to the elevators. We chatted for a little while, flirted really, and then made dinner plans.

I knew immediately what she was thinking – her third question after how I was doing and have you seen the stuff they are pulling out of the Summarian dig was: Are you seeing anyone? It was posed with her trademark look – wide eyes and a grin that was so mischievous and inviting, it was impossible to say no to.

That night was our first kiss.

We devoured a small pizza, met a few colleagues and old friends for drinks at a hotel bar on one side of town and then she had found…this great, quiet little place just around the corner from her hotel.

After two more Manhattans, my courage was where I needed it to be. I was sure.

She was looking around the bar, surveying the place, and I went over every detail of her. The black, skinny jeans, the thigh-high boots, and tank top that wrapped around her chest so tight – every man we had crossed paths with had imagined her breasts naked.

I remember thinking how amazing she was – how smart and sexy, how funny and adventurous. She was everything I wanted. And there I was next to her ready to give in if she gave chase.

“Caught you,” she leaned across the table close enough that I cold both feel her breath on my ear and stare down into the smooth, olive skin of her ample cleavage. “You were just looking at my tits, weren’t you?”

My pussy tingled as the words slid across my earlobe. I swallowed and my cheeks went red. But what was I supposed to say? She was gorgeous, I was done with men, and the alcohol made everything seem like a great idea.

She flipped a hundred dollar bill onto the table, laughed like it was Christmas morning and took my hand. “Let’s go find out where this goes.”

We were in the taxi, heading back to her hotel. We had been holding hands, but I couldn’t stand it. I kept staring at her, basking in her body, and remembering my last time with a woman – how soft and urgent a woman could become.

And then I just did it. I slid my hand along her cheek, turned her head, and laid my lips on hers. They were so soft and full. She tilted her head and my lips parted for her tongue.

“Seven thirty-two,” the driver interrupted us.

Kim dug some money from her pockets – I don’t think she even looked at it – and handed it through the little plastic window.

Lying back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling, and remembering our first night together filled me with longing. My new appendage made a half-hearted effort to distract me, slithering up my belly, but I had no interest. My chest ached at the loss.

The thought of her pain hit my like a dagger. Death is so final, so sudden, like an earthquake that buries everything in a pile of jagged rubble.

I began to cry and then stopped myself, not because it didn’t hurt but because Kim would have wanted me to stop, she was tough, thick-skinned. During all the years I had known her, she had only cried once in front of me.

We were driving south in Peru, just her and I on a day trip to another small dig site that a friend of ours ran, when we passed through a small, poor village. There were no houses in the place. Well, there were no houses in the traditional sense of the western world. Instead of houses, like we think of, there were rows and rows of small square shacks built of anything the builder could find. Some were made of wooden skids, some from odd shaped metal; a few had torn plastic tarps for walls. We saw more than one that was constructed completely out of cardboard boxes held together with twine and duct tape.

The jeep bounced along the dirt road and we both just kind of stared out the windows in silence. I remember seeing a few people moving down the narrow alleys, a few heads that peeked out at us from corners or the tops of the buildings I would have never climbed. It was the poorest place I had ever seen.

I looked over and Kim was crying. Tears swept across the delicate curves of her cheeks. I touched her arm, and she sobbed to the point that she had to pull the jeep over. Tears filled my eyes. Just watching her had broken me.

Once the car stopped we held each other, and wept.

Should I stay dead? The question marched through my thoughts. Should I just stay away from her and let her think I am dead? I mean, I am dead, right? Either way, I am not the woman who left her naked in the kitchen the other day, I am…

For the last 5 years Greg has been a cuckold husband. It all started one evening when he and his wife Mia decided to relive the spark they once had by going to a darkened parking lot and to have sex in their car.

Mia is a very attractive woman and Greg is a handsome man. Greg looks a lot younger than his 42 years but if there is any downside to Greg it is his cock. Greg suffers from the lack of size. He is no more than 4 or maybe 5 inches long when erect, but as the saying goes, especially to those men who are lacing in size, “it’s not the size that counts, its how you use it.” On the other hand, Mia, 40 years old, has great pair of tits, and even after three children, they are still perky. Her legs are perfect leading to a heart shaped ass and a tight shaved twat. What she always was proud of about her body is the way her cunt appears like when she is lying down. Her pussy appears as a mound at the end of her torso giving the impression that it’s hot and ready for entry.

Let me explain the situation. They had been arguing continually for sometime over Greg’s use of the chat rooms on AOL. His wife became upset because it seemed to her that he was acting like his AOL chat-room conversations were a big secrete. Nothing was further from the truth; nevertheless, she was not buying his explanations. I guess because chat rooms are not exactly “chat” so to speak, they are silent conversations between the participants. There is also the so called mystique of receiving e-mail from an anonymous source or person. Most of their arguments were based on Mia’s belief that Greg was “fooling around” on her. Because of their constant arguing and bickering, they decided to go for a drive to talk it out and to mainly relieve the tension that had built up in their relationship over their 10 years of marriage. While driving for the sake of driving, Mia asked Greg straight out about his “supposed” sexual romps with his online buddies. Greg denied her accusations but she was not buying any of his answers. Mia told Greg that she had accidently seen his e-mail when he left his AOL account open and read a few of them sent to him by his online friends. Some of the mail was quite incriminating revealing Greg’s meetings with men at motels. Unable, unwilling and no longer in a position to defend himself, he decided to tell his wife that he was interested in sex with men. To his surprise Mia seemed relieved to find out that he was meeting men and not women.

After Greg came out to his wife, there was a long pause, and the first thing she said to him was, “let’s go park somewhere.” For some reason the suggestion to go park gave a rise in Greg’s pants. He immediately drove to a local park where he had gone with some of his men friends before, and parked their car in a dark and secluded place. Somewhat worked up, they started with the old standby kissing and feeling but this time they both knew that it was not like before; they were married and the mystery that comes with being with someone you love in a dark place was gone. They both realized that something was missing in their relationship. They both acknowledged that their sex life Kahramankazan Escort Bayan became stale and both needed to jump start the fire that they use to have. Instead of continuing their parking game, they left and went home to discuss their true feelings and how they might rekindle their love.

Arriving home they immediately went to their bedroom, not for sex, but for some heart-wrenching conversation; no arguments, just plain talk. Greg asked her to start because he had already confided in her his attraction for men, his “gay” relationships. Greg became surprised when she told him that she always fantasized that he would be “gay” and that one of her wishes was to see him with a man. She went on to say that now that he has come out to her, she wanted to be there when he was having sex with a man. They both decided to give it some thought and talk about it at another time.

A week passed when they once again found themselves lying in bed watching television. They happened to be watching a movie that was a somewhat sexual in content, making both of them a little horny. They, like usual, began to touch each other and as fast as a blink of the eye, Mia engulfed Greg’s cock deep inside her mouth. After a few minutes, Mia came up for air, kissing Greg, telling him once more that she ached to see him have man to man sex. Greg told her that if she wanted to see him with a man, she would have to find him a willing partner. She agreed to find an acceptable guy for him, and went back and finished sucking Greg’s cock. Several weeks had passed when finally Greg’s wife came to him and said that she had found, what she felt, was a suitable guy for him to play with. Greg’s heart skipped a beat and his mouth dried as she described to him what she wanted them to do. It seems that she met this guy on AOL and then after some persuasion, met him at a motel, alone. She said that she went to the motel with the intention to fuck him. She told Greg that after she had fucked this guy, she spoke him about Greg and told him about her fantasy to see her husband with a man; he said that he would be happy to meet them both if she could arrange it.

The evening of their meeting with Mia’s new lover arrived. His name was Paul but more on him later. Unknown to Greg, Mia had planned this evening down to the second. Mia and Greg got into the shower together to prepare themselves before leaving for their date with Paul. While in the shower, Mia had planned that she would shave Greg’s pubes smooth. Greg was a little reluctant at first, but after some pleading on the part of his wife, he finally agreed. Mia began by soaping up Greg’s cock and balls as the hot water rained down on them. With a sweeping stroke of the razor, she removed a large section of hair from the top of his pubic area; there was no going back now. Within minutes his cock and ball area was free of hair, and because of his small stature, made him look as if he was a five years old boy. Mia was not finished with Greg; she forced him to let her to shave his entire body, this included his legs and chest. Greg became so hot that Kahramankazan Escort he almost shot his load right there.

After getting out of the shower, Greg began to get dressed when his wife stopped him. She told him that she wanted him to wear panties, a bra and garter to go along with a pair of stockings she had bought for him to wear that evening. A latent desire to be dressed as a woman made him jump at the idea of being in lingerie. With his wife’s help, he dressed as she told him and put on his male street clothes over his new undergarments. This all was in her plan and deep desire to cuckold Greg.

Arriving at the motel, they met up with Paul who had already rented a room. Now Paul was a middle aged man of about 50 years old. He was a little taller than Greg, out weighing him and out sizing him in the penis department. Paul was larger than Greg by at least 3 inches, making him at least 7 to 8 inches long. No wonder why Mia wanted to play with Paul. The three of them went to Paul’s room where they exchanged small chit chat to break the ice so to speak. After a little wine, some candle light and a porn flick on the tube, nerves started to ease and the room began to heat up.

It was Mia who began the evening when she removed her top to reveal her breasts and swollen nipples. Paul, already half naked, moved over to her and gave Mia a long and deep tongue kiss while they both sat on the room’s bed. Greg began to realize that this meeting with Paul was not only for him, it was for Mia too. Greg was also sitting on the bed watching his wife exchange passionate kisses with Paul. After several minutes, Mia told Greg to remove his street clothes as she began to remove the rest of hers. Greg began by removing his pants realizing that he was wearing female lingerie, making him a little embarrassed. Greg finally was sitting on the bed in the panties, stockings, bra and garter belt that his wife made him wear. Mia went over to Greg and placed a collar around his neck and told him that she wanted him to kneel in the corner of the room and watch her and Paul have sex. Greg, with cum stains on his satin panties, left the bed only to cowl in the corner like a little girl.

Both entirely naked, Paul and Mia started to once again kiss very in a very passionate way. Paul’s hands were all over Mia, touching her breasts and finally her pussy. With a gleam in his eye, Greg was able to see the moisture on his wife’s cunt as the candle light reflected off her juices. Greg had one of his monster four inch erections. (No BIG deal) Paul started to lick and suck on Mia’s tits and began to work his tongue down to heaven. Finally, after about 20 minutes of non-stop foreplay, Paul had his mouth on Mia’s pussy licking and sucking away. Mia was moaning and wrenching in pleasure while Greg was stroking his cock and using its pre-cum as a lubricant. While being eaten out, Mia noticed that her husband was stroking his cock. She reluctantly stopped Paul from licking her twat so that she could move over to Greg and give him some needed attention. Before going over to Greg, Mia first went Escort Kahramankazan into her purse and revealed that she had a chastity cage that she wanted to put on Greg cock. During her search for a “friend,” she had purchased this chastity device just for an occasion like this.

The device was bought through a Dungeon website. It was made of metal and it not only had sharp spikes, it had a device that would enter the urethra going inside the penis about an inch or two. The cage was designed not to give any pleasure; it was to give pain preventing an erection. Oh yes, it also had a lock to prohibit its unauthorized removal. Mia pulled the front of Greg’s panties down and placed the chastity cage on and around Greg’s cock. Slowly she inserted the urethra plug inside Greg’s dick as he moaned in pleasurable pain. Any erection left in Greg’s penis was gone immediately once the spiked cage was locked in place. As Mia was putting the cage on Greg, Paul was tying Greg to a chair that Mia had him sit on while she worked the cock cage on his pecker, He was able to gag him and bounded his arms behind his back. Greg now was sitting in a chair, facing the bed, and was forced to watch his wife and Paul have sex through the night.

Paul and Mia returned to the bed and placed themselves in a position so that Greg could watch as they both made love. With no other choice, Greg had to sit in the chair and endure the entire night as a cuckold watching his wife and a stranger. All that time he had to watch Paul and Mia, Greg would be bound, gagged and cock caged, and unable to move from his chair. When the sun began to rise, his wife and Paul awoke only to see Greg staring at them as they lay there naked in each other’s arms. Mia got out of bed leaving Paul and untied Greg keeping his cock cage in place. She took Greg over to the bed and ordered him to suck Paul’s cock. Greg was very weary and tired from being tied up and awake the entire night, however, sucking a man’s cock was the reason that he and his wife were there in the first place. Paul sat up on the end of the bed and Greg knelt between his legs. Greg then put his mouth on Paul’s cock and began to lick and then finally suck on it. After several minutes, after all Paul was fucking Greg’s wife all night long, Paul began to stiffen up, grabbing and pulling on Greg’s head to keep him in place. Suddenly, Paul shot a thick creamy load of semen into Greg’s mouth. Greg knew just what to do with it as Paul’s cum hit his tongue; he swallowed every drop. Through this all, Mia was kneeling next to Greg watching and encouraging him as Greg drank Paul’s juices. (What a wife)

The ride home was a quiet and tiresome one, however, both Greg and Mia had the look of contentment on their glowing faces. After some rest in their own bed, they talked over what took place the evening before. Mia asked Greg of what he thought of her fantasy and Greg answered with a resounding great! He expressed his hidden desire and dream to be a cuckold, adding that the thought of his wife’s making him a sissy cuckold was a turn on for him. Greg and Mia now share a new life as slave and mistress and are living happy ever after in their new roles for the past couple of years. Sex between them has never been stronger or better. Greg is allowed to meet with men, only as a sissy cuckold and dressed in lingerie, and Mia meets men on a regular basis. At the end of the day, they always find themselves in each other’s arms and in their own bed.

Chapter 5: I never really knew her.

I lay awake almost the whole night. Thoughts on how to approach Sarah about what had happened last night at the party were racing through my head. She slept like an angel right next to me, not bothered by her actions at all. It was difficult for me to catch a clear thought that night and even more difficult to find a comfortable position to sleep. I had just witnessed how my beloved girlfriend turned into a submissive pet for some stranger and let him do things I could have never even dreamed of. The scene of him fucking her tiny body from behind with relentless hard thrusts, making her scream and moan louder as I have ever heard, haunted me and made it impossible for me to close my eyes. I would have to confront her on how she lied to my face and break up with her afterwards. The thought of leaving her hurt me so much that I began to cry silently while recalling all the good memories we had together. I watched her sleeping next to me and thought I would never be so lucky again, as to get a girl that is even close as beautiful as Sarah. Apart from her looks, she always cared for me and was such a lovely person in general, she was just perfect. In my eyes. Well, not taken into account that she seemed to be cheating on me, probably not for the first time last night. I needed to find out more about that guy and if Sarah knew him prior to the party already. Maybe I could win her back.

After hours of thinking back and forth, I finally fell asleep. I woke up again from the sound of our apartment door closing. It was around noon already and the sun was shining directly into my face as if to mock me. My head hurt, and I felt like I had not slept at all last night. As I turned around, I saw that Sarah was already gone. I sighed and rolled over again. So, no talking until she would return from wherever she just went. Without looking, I felt for my phone on the nightstand on my side of the bed and clumsily pushed it over the edge. It hit the ground and bounced off to vanish right under the bed. I tried to pick it up without making the effort to get out of bed, but my fingers just pushed it further.

Our bed was quite high, so often stuff would go missing and Sarah would ask me to crawl under the bed to check if some of her things would be there. Most of the times there was nothing but dust and a few old socks, but from time to time I would find a missing earring after crawling under the bed completely. I leaned over my side of the bed to have a look at how far I had pushed my phone away already when I saw another phone on the ground on the other side of the bed. Excited I leapt over to Sarah’s side and had a closer look. It was Sarah’s. Seemed like she forgot it at home before heading out. I never felt the urge to search her private messages before, because I trusted her and didn’t think it would be necessary to control her in any way. Even now I felt like a criminal as I tried to unlock her phone. Luckily, she did not switch off her phone, because I had not the slightest idea what her Pin-code for the sim-card might have been. Now I just needed to find out the code to unlock the screensaver. Was it her birthday? After putting in the numbers with sweaty fingers, my access was denied. Afterwards, I tried the birthdays of myself, her father, mother, sister and even the one of the cat she had when she was little, but none led to any success. I sighed in frustration and tried to come up with any other dates that might be important to her. Even though I did not really believe in it, I ended up trying our anniversary date. To my surprise, her phone unlocked and greeted me with a picture of us from our latest holiday. The sight of it made me smile, she still loved me, otherwise, she would have changed the background and the security code for sure.

With a little hesitation, I tapped on the WhatsApp icon, to check for her most recent conversations. What I found shocked me and sent shivers done my spine. There were several messages from a guy called “Jack” that dated back to three months ago. When I checked the profile picture of him, I was pretty sure it was the guy from the party last night. As I scrolled all the way up, I already saw that the conversation was full of pictures, some of him, most of Sarah. I began reading the first chat of Sarah and him:

“You got a nice body, but that Çankaya Escort was the worst blowjob I ever had.” he wrote.

“I am so sorry… I don’t have much experience doing stuff like that, I promise I will improve…” she responded, adding two crying smiley faces.

“We will meet at the gym tomorrow at 12:00, I will teach you, don’t be late and wear something nice.” he ended the conversation for that day.

So, this has been going on for at least three months now. Three months of her sucking him off at his convenience. Three months since she touched me the last time with sexual intentions. How could I have been so blind? I scrolled through their chat and had a look at the pictures he sent her. Most of them showed Sarah on her knees in front of him, sometimes photographed from his point of view and sometimes from a mirror behind her, showing her beautiful tiny body and her cute little butt. On some days it looked like he took the photos in a dressing room at the mall. She always either had her mouth stuffed with his thick veiny cock or was sucking on his enormous balls, as she directly looked into the camera with her beautiful blue eyes. Sometimes her make-up was a little messy as if she had cried before, but she did not look sad on those pictures, merely the opposite. It twisted my stomach as I scrolled through their messages and my eyes filled with tears. It felt just so surreal to see my little girl doing this on almost a daily basis for three months already. She often wore her gym clothes on these pictures, mostly gymshark leggings in all forms and colours and a fitting sports bra, although the bra was removed sometimes, revealing her small firm breasts. Although sometimes she wore all kinds of different lingerie that I had never seen on her before. Apparently, he made her try on whatever he thought might look good on her before getting his dick sucked and shooting his load down her throat. I felt more and more sick browsing through messages and pictures that summed up their relationship during the last three months. Why the hell did she do this? I always thought she hated blowjobs. During our whole relationship, she always refused to even kiss or lick my penis, saying it would be unnatural and disgusting. Now, I could see her happily enclose his glans with her soft lips, making a face as if she would suck a thick milkshake through a tiny straw. At this point, I realized I never really knew her until now.

I totally lost the track of time while I was browsing through their chatlog. At 14:00 I was supposed to meet some classmates at the Uni to finish a shared presentation on anaerobic yeast fermentation. When I checked my own phone again, I had several missed calls and tons of messages from unknown numbers. Apparently, the whole campus was present at the party yesterday and suddenly everybody felt the urge to message me about Sarah and how they would like to give her some “private lessons” or practice with her for some “oral exam” Some people just sent me pictures to remind me that she sucked off this stupid asshole in front of everyone yesterday so I could revisit the scene from almost every angle possible. I didn’t want to leave the bed anymore, I just wanted to move to another city and start over at another university, where nobody would remind me of how much of a coward I am. I sighed and laid down on my side of the bed, only realizing now that my penis was hard. Confused and overwhelmed with all the feelings of desperation, anger and embarrassment I checked the time on my phone and felt a spike of adrenalin rushing through my body. It was 14:15 already, I needed to get up as soon as possible and make my way to university in order to not fail my class for not participating in the group project. After hectically searching for my trousers, I called one of my group partners to let them know I would be late:

“I… I am very sorry, I totally forgot about our meeting today! I’m on my way now, I’ll be there in about 20 minutes!” I said out of breath while getting dressed and searching for my shoes.

“Yeah, whatever man, don’t worry, heard you had a rough night yesterday.” he said and tried to hide the big smile on his face that made him sound as if he was telling someone a joke.

I hung up on him, found my shoes and started lacing them, as I heard Sarah’s keys Çankaya Escort Bayan unlocking the door of the apartment. Followed by the sound of rattling keys came the deep voice of Jack and a loud slap sound as if he just hit her ass with his flat hand. Immediately, I panicked. What was I supposed to do now? My breathing became shallow and my heart pounded heavily in my chest. I heard the sound of her high heels approaching on our parquet floor and searched for a place to hide. Impossible to confront her when he was around as well, he could beat the shit out of me if he decided to and I still wanted to live, despite everything that had happened recently. Before she opened the bedroom door, I rapidly crawled under our bed and watched them enter. I could see her feet in ridiculously sexy high heels and his in regular sneakers. From under the bed, I also had a view of the wardrobe-mirror that was located approximately half a metre from the lower end of our bed. The mirror showed me that she was wearing an extremely short skirt that barely covered her tiny ass cheeks, but I could not tell what else she was wearing. I tried to catch my breath in order not to get caught and lied down on my stomach, both hands clasping my mouth to not make any unnecessary sounds. What the hell are they doing in our flat? What am I doing here?

Chapter 6: Please stop, I can’t take it anymore

He entered the room and directly sat down on the edge of the bed. His legs were left and right in front of me and I heard the slatted frame squeaking as he sat down just above where my head was now. I could hear him opening his belt and zipper and without the need to say a word, she got down on her knees in front of him and in front of me. I could now see that she was wearing a tight white crop top that revealed her flat stomach with no bra underneath as it seemed. Down on her knees, she spread her slim and toned legs a little and I could see her wearing almost transparent panties that did not hide much of her labia. She was cleanly shaved down there with not a single stubble in sight. As she started to lift her little but a bit, the slurping and sucking noises began. I could see in the mirror behind her, that he held her long hair in a tight grip again, as he did the night before and apparently on countless other occasions during the last three months. The sounds of her licking and sucking on his cock made me crazy, although I was not able to see how he entered her beautiful mouth this time. The movements of her head were visible in her whole body. She moved her hips and legs slightly towards my face with every up- and down of her head on his thick cock. Her beautiful pussy was just in front of me, I could literally smell how she was getting wetter every time his cock entered her sweet little mouth. It was so close in front of me, yet so far away as it never been before.

“Finger yourself, you filthy whore!” he commanded with a deep and grunting voice, as I could see that he tightened his grip around her hair and pushed her down on his cock.

She did not say anything but responded with choking and wheezing noises, as saliva dripped from her mouth and landed on her thighs for me to see it. One of her hands obediently wandered slowly underneath her skirt and pulled her little transparent panties to the side. Just a few centimetres in front of my face, I saw her splitting her sweet lips with her fingers to roughly push two of them into herself. I gasped as I saw it and had to be careful not to breathe too hard to avoid her feeling the passing air on her thighs and wet little pussy. With my eyes wide open and my heart pounding extremely fast, I observed how she fucked herself violently with her index and middle finger, as I had to listen to her choking and silently whimpering while he was using her little mouth. She started moaning and her little panties became soaking wet, while I felt my own erection pressing hard towards the ground. It became uncomfortable to lie on my stomach, but I did not dare to move out of fear of being discovered. On the inside, I felt like screaming. I wanted to end this here and now, but I was too scared to move or say something. The noises she made as he was violently fucking her throat and she fingered herself, made me slowly lose my mind. I wanted it to stop, my eyes filled with tears Escort Çankaya and I felt like throwing up, but she was only getting louder. I couldn’t take it anymore. Helplessly, I covered my ears with both hands, but could barely muffle her noises. Meanwhile, I felt my own penis pushing harder against the ground, as she continued to choke on his cock like she was close to throwing up. Suddenly the noises stopped, and everything went silent for a moment. It felt like a few minutes, but it was probably only seconds until he spoke again with his deep grunting voice.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed!” he commanded.

“Did…did I do good?” she asked in a shaky and out-of-breath tone.

He didn’t say anything. Maybe he smiled at her or just nodded, I couldn’t tell from where I was, but she slowly got up on her feet while shaking a little. Then one foot after the other disappeared from my view as she climbed on our bed and I could feel her moving just above me. He got up in the meanwhile and turned around to almost push his shoes in my face. I slowly crawled back a few centimetres in order not to get kicked by him and heard her on the bed just above me.

“I hope I was a good girl…” she said quietly, with a very submissive tone, as if speaking to herself.

In the mirror I could see that she was on her back, spreading her legs as far as she could, almost reaching a split position. He stood between her slim legs and pulled her tiny body towards him while grabbing a thigh with each hand. Once in position, he leaned forward and I could only guess from her moaning and screaming that he shoved his cock inside her wet little pussy. It was even worse than listening to her choking. Now she almost cried in pleasure as he directly started fucking her with rough and deep thrusts. He pushed her tiny body into the bed so hard that I felt the slatted frame on my back each time he penetrated her. I saw her tiny legs shivering in the mirror, while his huge and fully clothed muscular body covered my view between them. Although, the sounds she made were more than enough to understand what was happening right above me. I never heard her doing sounds like that, a mixture of moaning, screaming and high pitched screeching. As far as I could tell, he didn’t take the time to put on a condom before entering her and I didn’t hear her insisting on it like she always did when we had sex back in the days. He just stretched her tiny pussy with his thick cock without even asking permission. It hurt feeling every thrust of him on my back, as her body got slammed into the mattress, yet I didn’t dare to move. My own penis got pushed towards the ground even harder now and every thrust that hit me pushed it harder against the ground again. I didn’t’ want this to happen, I really didn’t, but as he fucked her unremittingly, without signs of slowing down, I came inside my pants from the friction created in my pants. Even more ashamed then before, I felt the warm sperm inside my boxers and running down my legs, while I had to listen to my little princess getting used by some stupid asshole on our own bed. I couldn’t tell how often she climaxed already. From the sound of it, she was climaxing all along as he fucked her. Back then I always thought she was a very silent type in bed since she never even moaned when we made love to each other.

The thrusting stopped abruptly and he let out a short groan as well, still standing between her legs and pushing his cock inside her. It seemed like he came inside her, planting his seed deep inside her little body. He must have been her first guy doing that if she never cheated on me before him. I was never allowed to do so, we always used condoms and even shared the costs, because she always told me she was disgusted by the thought of sperm inside her. After cumming, he slowly pulled out his cock and turned away. She was breathing heavily, still lying on her back, not moving despite her twitching legs.

“We see each other tomorrow slut.” he said calmly in a serious tone and left the room, without even waiting for a response.

Too embarrassed about the mess I made in my own pants, I waited under the bed and watched his sperm flow out of her in the mirror, as she was still recovering her breath. At some point, I hoped she would get up and take a shower and then I could sneak out and pretend that nothing happened. I would have to pack my things tomorrow and get the hell out of here. Now I realized, there was no way of getting Sarah back. She was now his little slut and there was no way of changing that. I finally realized that I lost my cute little girlfriend forever.

THE END

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