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The usual spiel: This isn’t a stroke story, (more porn with plot.) Be warned, it’s very long. 33 chapters, and many sexless ones to come before it gets sexy, which is why it was originally published under novels/novellas, but readers asked for it to be put under gay male due to content, so here we go.

This book is dedicated to all of the brave service members and their families who sacrifice so much every day so that the rest of us can enjoy the liberties that they swear to protect 0and uphold.

Although references in this novel may be made to actual places or events, the names, characters, incidents, and locations within are complete works of fiction. They are not a resemblance to actual living or dead persons, businesses, or events. Any similarity is coincidental. In an effort to do the United States Army justice, and to show my respect to my country, I have applied all possible efforts to merge fact and fiction to entertain, while portraying the military, and the hardships and achievements of soldiers, with respect, dignity and accuracy to the best of my abilities. It’s my hope that I’ve done you all justice, and that all of the creative licenses taken with this novel are understood to be the efforts of imagination, and not any judgment or disrespect against the U.S. military. Thank you all for your service.

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The secret to getting away with lying, is believing with all your heart; that goes for lying to yourself even moreso than lying to another.

—Elizabeth Bear

Sometimes being guided by a moral compass was a pain in the ass. Had mine pointed more south, I wouldn’t have found myself standing outside the community center where Ben’s support meeting was being held, trying to work up the courage to go inside. I’d be at home, hiding behind my original plan of avoidance with my youngest niece and a Disney marathon. Ben wasn’t expecting me tonight, so the fact that Emma had fallen asleep on the couch before the first movie had even begun shouldn’t have made me feel I’d be lying to him by staying at home. Shit happened and plans changed all the time. I didn’t owe him anything.

I’d been able to fly that argument for exactly three minutes before I texted Ben to let him know I was coming after Adelyn got home. The smiley icon Ben had texted back before sending me the community center’s address had made telling the truth worth it. At least until I got out of the car and looked up at the plain brick building guarded by a chain link fence and some town mandated trees. From the outside, the community center looked innocent enough. Four walls. A roof. A floor. Not a place that would suck me in and spit me out incoherent and dejected. But I knew better. Checking my phone and seeing another text from Ben saying that he was glad I’d chosen to give the group a chance, was all that made me walk through the front door instead of bolting back to the car.

Inside the lights were on in strategic patterns, no doubt leading me to the main meeting area like a trail of cookie crumbs. I knew what happened to Hansel and Gretel in that story, so I was in no rush to reach the doors at the end. As I wandered down the hall, I set the timer on my cell phone to go off in twenty minutes. If I needed to flee the group before then, I’d have to come up with another excuse.

A mural against the far wall caught my attention. Pictures had been cut into various shapes to create a cluster that formed a massive photo puzzle.

Benjamin Santiago’s face peered at me from a group shot with a bunch of kids at some kind of fair. In another picture, dressed in formal black, complete with collar, he presided over a baptism. In one shot after the next he appeared, always exuding confidence and that easy smile. My favorite was the photo of him wearing a giant buffalo chicken hat at a barbecue festival with a group of teenagers.

“Sam.”

Startled, I glanced up to see Ben standing a few feet away. It made me feel off kilter that he’d snuck up without me hearing him. I was off my game, and seeing him in the flesh wasn’t helping matters any.

Tonight he was in dark-wash jeans and a black tee shirt. His outfit was lightened only by his white collar. He was a blend of professional and casual, done up in a package that made the long neglected parts of my body take notice even quicker than they’d dismissed Max earlier.

“Hey.” Not my finest line ever, but at least I wasn’t in the middle of a panic attack, or in an buca escort alcohol induced stupor.

“Hi. I’m glad you made it. I thought you said you were going to hang out with Emma tonight.”

“That was the plan, but she fell asleep and I didn’t have anything else to do.”

“You could’ve kept that to yourself and I’d never have known otherwise. Thanks for being honest with me, Sam.”

I shrugged, fidgeting when Ben flashed me a genuinely happy smile. “Lying to a priest isn’t kosher.”

“Is that the only reason you came?”

“I’ve told you before that talking about myself isn’t my thing.”

A slow quirk to his mouth was the reward for my deliberate obtuseness.

“Whatever the reason, I’m glad you’re here. Let’s go meet the gang. You came on a good night. Almost everybody was able to make it.”

And that was how I found myself standing in the middle of a room holding Ben’s hand, just like Emma had predicted at the funeral. I wasn’t sure where the hand holding had come in—before or after my inclination to run—but nine sets of eyes stared back at me. There was no hostility, only curiosity on their faces, but I still tensed.

I’d known that listening to Ben was a bad idea, but the man’s smile was lethal. Just one, and you swore you could do anything— like face down a roomful of civilians you couldn’t shoot to make your life easier. Add in the solid warmth of his hand wrapped around mine, and I was a goner.

“Hey, everybody. Say hello to Sam. Sam, this is everybody. We have nametags but don’t usually wear them in here. Maybe we can just go around the room and quickly introduce ourselves.”

Ben smiled like it was the greatest idea and one hand went up. It was attached to a slim wrist that jingled from the army of bangle bracelets around her arm. I recognized Tara’s white fedora before I did her face.

“Hey, Sam. Father Ben caught you, too? He should be named Peter, for all the fish he reels in.”

Beside me, Ben snorted. I grinned. “Yeah, it went something like that. I’m sorry to intrude.”

“You’re not intruding. We haven’t even gotten started. Have a seat.”

The invitation came from a man about my age with more salt than pepper in his hair. He gestured to the two empty seats beside him. I didn’t accept the invitation, not sure if I was coming or going yet.

“Sam.” Ben voice was soft, and I realized he hadn’t let go of my hand. I focused on the warmth of his palm as I met his encouraging gaze. “Just join us. You don’t have to talk today if you don’t feel like it.”

“Come on, soldier boy. We only eat newbies on their second session,” Tara said.

Varying levels of laughter encouraged me to the seat beside Ben. His face immediately creased into a smile.

“Ok, so you know Tara. That’s Hank. Then we have Veronica…” He continued on with the introductions, but I only heard half of it. I was focusing on the sudden surge of my heart rate.

I closed my eyes and forced a slow breath, trying to convince myself that the panic attack would subside. When I opened them again, Tara was looking right at me from her spot across from me. She was the only one. The rest of the group was listening to Hank, who was telling a story about the loss of his son. It was touching, heartfelt, and I couldn’t stand a word of it.

I was set to run when Tara inclined her head slightly toward the door. My eyes narrowed in confusion, but I caught on when she got up and headed for the door.

My legs felt wooden when I stood and glanced over at Ben. His subtle nod gave me permission to follow her. The moment I got outside, I felt like I could breathe again.

“Feeling better?” Tara smiled. “You looked like you needed a Calgon moment.”

“Sorry. I wasn’t expecting that many people.”

“Because you think you’re the only one with issues?”

I stiffened. “I didn’t mean to offend anyone, Ma’am.”

Tara waved a dismissive hand. “I’m impossible to offend unless you call me Ma’am again. I get why you ran. It’s not easy going through the seven stages of grief, especially the real first stage no one talks about—being a self-centered wuss.” Her hand touched my arm when my jaw twitched. “But better a wuss afraid to face his feelings, than an asshole who wallows in self-pity. Believe me, I know. I was said asshole.” Her expression gentled. “You look like you need to recharge. There’s a good diner across the street.”

“Thanks but—”

“You’re totally not interested in women. I know, and that’s perfect, because I’m feeding you greasy spoon fare, not my girl parts.”

Her am looped through mine before I could continue my protest. “You alsancak escort don’t know your ass from your elbow right now, handsome. Consider this your first official intervention.”

She grinned as I allowed her to lead me like a toy duck on a string. “C’mon. I told you I don’t eat people, but that can always change if I don’t get a burger soon.”

* * *

After Tara turned the waitress away from our table for the second time because I hadn’t made up my mind about my order, I set the menu down. “What’s good here?”

“Are you a vegan or anything else that may hinder my enjoyment of a slab of still mooing cow?”

I grinned before I caught myself. “No. Burgers are fine with me.”

“Perfect.” She flagged the waitress down with the ease of someone who was familiar with the routine. “Two ‘Black & Bleu’ burgers cooked medium rare, with a side of Matt’s Onion rings for me instead of fries, please. No kissing happening on this date.”

She handed back the laminated menus and picked up her root beer. “So are you ready to tell me your story, or are you just in it for the food?’

“That’s direct.”

Tara grinned. “You’re a big, tough guy. You can handle it.”

“We might have to disagree if you’re the one dishing it out.”

“Meh, that’s what all the boys say.” She gave herself a little shake that rattled her bangle bracelets again. “But you forget I saw you in action at the funeral.” Tara made a rude noise. “Some people shouldn’t be allowed to breed. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. No charges were pressed.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. Father Ben does a lot of charity work for the police department through the church. Your police report probably got ‘lost’ in the same place socks disappear to from the dryer.”

I chuckled. “I wasn’t expecting him to intervene like that.”

“He must’ve felt you needed a protector. Though I’m not really sure why since you’re the definition of “Army Strong.'” She eyed my bicep and instinctive vanity made me flex a bit. “How long were you in the military?”

“Thirteen years. I was honorably discharged before I came back to Florida for Connor’s funeral.”

“I’m sorry for your loss, Sam. Is that what brought you to the group?”

I smirked. “I think you saw what brought me to the group—the kicking and screaming was over by the time we walked in. What about you?”

“The same, though I’m an open book after so long. The rest of the crew has heard my drama so many times they’ll love you for the fresh meat alone.”

“So I have to hear your story secondhand?”

“Unless you’re a man who can stomach tales of more woe than that of Juliet and her Romeo.” Tara shrugged as I stared at her over my glass. “Sorry, I was originally a lit major before switching to psychology. Women are suckers for poetry, so I was quite the catch.”

My surprise must have shown because she chuckled. “I did tell you I was okay with you not having any interest in my girl parts. I put most men in the same category as monkeys in the zoo; fun to watch, but I don’t want to take one home with me.”

I grinned. I liked her lack of bullshit. “My ears are ready for you.”

Tara nodded. “Here’s the Cliff Notes version… After many failed endeavors in college and my career, 2001 was the culmination of a life well crapped on.”

Her eyes met mine. “I moved to Florida from Alabama after a failed relationship, and I lost my brother the same year. ” She took a long sip from her glass. “Nate was a firefighter in New York City…a first responder…”

She didn’t expand any further, but I read between the lines.

“I’m sorry, Tara.”

“Don’t be. People like you tried to set things right, and I’m grateful for that. It was just…an adjustment.” She raised her glass.

“I hear you.” I tapped my glass against hers. “Connor and I enlisted together, but he went into the explosives sector, and I became a Ranger. Our teams supported one another a few times, but I was assigned to a new unit a couple of years ago.”

Tara looked sympathetic. “That kind of separation must’ve been difficult, being twins and all.”

“Not really. Connor and I never really had that ‘psychic twin thing’ that people talk about. We were just able to read one another really well because we were alike.”

“But not in every way.”

She made it a statement, not a question. Our gazes locked in a moment of understanding.

“Not in every way,” I agreed. “It’s been hell trying to prove that sometimes.”

“I can imagine. I don’t have a twin, but I’m now the only child of a mother who wants grandchildren with a permanent, ring-wearing sperm donor bornova escort in my Christmas card photos.”

“Sounds like you have it harder than I do. Our mom died when we were kids. I haven’t seen my Dad since I was eighteen, so he doesn’t have any hold over what I do.”

“I miss Nate a lot.” Tara swallowed visibly. “He was the best. Only guy I’ve ever known who deserved the sainthood status he was awarded during his funeral.”

Tara’s hand covered mine when she leaned across the table. Like Ben, she was a toucher, but the feel of her hand didn’t make my heart skip a beat.

“Sofia and I used to chat if Father Ben was busy when she came by Maplewood. I tried to get her to go out with me for drinks a few times to see if I could really make her open up, but I think the whole lesbian thing scandalized her sensibilities.”

“I’ll bet it was the idea of opening up that intimidated her more than who you sleep with. Sofia’s always supported me.”

“Maybe. Or she could know that I secretly fantasize about her playing the Mary-Ann to my Ginger on a deserted island somewhere.” Tara grinned, stealing a fry from my plate as the waitress set them down.

“Totally not interested in hearing your perverse fantasies about my sister-in-law.”

“Kill joy.”

I chuckled, then reached for my food as the waitress left us alone.

Tara and I made small talk as we ate, lightening the mood. The voracious way she chowed down on her burger amused me, because I had a feeling it wasn’t her literary knowledge that made her popular with the ladies.

“So—” Tara reached over to grab another fry from my plate, ignoring the onion rings on hers for the time being. “Now that we got the ugly necessities out of the way, let’s move onto the good stuff.”

I eyed her and she grinned. Another one of my fries went the way of his predecessors, dipped into the mountain of ketchup Tara had squirted onto her plate.

“I’ve never seen him act this way, just so you know.”

I knew what she was hinting at, surprised only by her subtlety. But I kept quiet about my relationship with Ben, if it could even be called that. One real kiss, a run and a few conversations—only two of which I was completely coherent for—hardly classified as a relationship. Not counting the fact that he was a priest, we came from different worlds. It was true that we both guided people into the light, but his way was with sermons, and mine usually involved a bullet.

“Even lesbians can’t get away from the gossip gene can they?”

Tara flipped me off. “Oh come on, it’s obvious to anyone with eyes. Father Ben never held my hand in a group before. He likes you. It’s not your immortal soul he wants.”

I tried to steal an onion ring from her plate to cram it into my mouth to avoid answering, but she slapped my hand with a grin and tucked her plate closer to her like a prison inmate.

“I’m a natural matchmaker. Why waste forty bucks a month for an online dating service when you have me?”

“Not a good plan,” I said. “I’m the worst candidate for a real relationship right now.”

“Oh please. If you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans.”

“I’m seeing someone already.”

“Is it serious?”

I felt like Pinocchio with all this truth telling. “No, but Ben deserves someone who can give him a hundred and ten percent.”

“Don’t you think you should leave that decision up to him? I know Ben pretty well, and he’s not the type to go blindly into anything.”

“Tara, my brother just died. Having a boyfriend is the last thing on my mind.”

It was a cheap shot, and not entirely true, but selfish self-preservation kept me from following up with anything to still the embarrassment sweeping over Tara’s features.

“You’re right, Sam. I’m sorry. My mouth got ahead of my brain. It’s just…” She hesitated, and I nodded my acknowledgement of the unspoken.

“I know the man my brother was, Tara. But he was all I had.”

“Not anymore. You have Sofia, the girls, and now the cherry on the cake in me.”

I smiled, then reached for the bill before she could snatch it.

After the crap I’d given her, it was the least I could do. “I’ve got this. You can get the next one.”

“Oooh, there’s going to be a next time? Father Ben will be so jealous. And here he thought I wasn’t competition.”

I took the phone she held out to me so I could program my number into it, while she did the same with mine.

“Now that we’re BFFs and all,” she said. “I need you to promise you’ll do something for me.”

“What’s that?”

Tara’s eyes smiled at me. “Cut yourself some slack. Remember that shit happens, and then we die. That’s a depressing as fuck outcome for any life unless it was well lived. So live it. Carpe diem and all of that.”

“Deal,” I said. “As long as you don’t mind holding a garbage can for the pieces along the way.”

“Sweetheart, I have stock in Hefty bags.”

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*****

Blue and I are happily married lesbians. We live a life without clothes, inside and outside.

Everything about which I write is real. I don’t have to make it up.

We live on 6,000 acres way out in the middle of nowhere. Our closest neighbors are five miles away…the closest town is 50 miles away.

Except for occasional trips to town, we just don’t get dressed. My work, owning and running a charity, can be done online and on the phone. Blue’s work, which I can’t discuss even though it’s legal, is also done online.

I am addicted to lying in the sun by the pool. I’m darkly tanned all over and my breasts are real. Blue’s skin is the most lovely alabaster white you’ve ever seen. Her breasts are fabulous, and also real. She’s so beautiful! She has short, black hair…mine is platinum blonde and goes to my butt.

I bake in the sun for hours on end…she sees no point in that. We have two Clydesdale horses. It feels very nice, very free, riding nude.

Blue and I have sex a LOT. Never less than twice a day, but a lot of the time between sexual adventures is filled with sexual affection. I was a nympho slut before I met Blue and I still am. The only difference is, I am madly in love with her, and will be for life.

Without hesitation, I would easily give my life protecting her.

Sometimes, just feeling lovingly affectionate, I tell Blue how much I love her, then slide down between her legs and kiss her tummy all over.

Then, still being affectionate, I slide down further and smother her pussy with kisses.

Just kisses. That’s it. You see, she knows it’s only affection when I kiss balçova escort her tummy first.

Wet kisses all over her pussy…sometimes trailing kisses down her inner thighs and back to her pussy.

She slides her fingers through my long hair, relaxes and enjoys it.

For a little while…

Then I can see her breathing get deeper…

She spreads her legs wider…

She raises her ass a little…

Her juices flow heavier…I don’t lick them up…I just keep kissing, letting her juices flow down between her ass cheeks, soaking her opening.

My warm, wet kisses continue on her pretty pussy…

She’s not so relaxed now…without realizing it, she’s pulling a little on my hair…making sexy little whimpering sounds.

“Sunny?…baby wants more…give baby what she needs? Please, Sunny?…

I gave Blue’s sweet pussy another long, wet, kiss, then kept my mouth on her, rubbing my lips on her swelling clit and purring inside her…

Her thigh muscles were already quivering. I traced her swollen outer lips with my finger, threw my hair back and slid up to her mouth with my strong thigh firmly against her pussy. I spoke softly, my hot breath on her lips…

“Tell me what baby desires…whatever you want…I’m going to use it to make you cum again and again and again…you will NOT be able to walk in the morning. Your legs will not let you.”

Blue rubbed her pussy hard against my thigh…

“Sunny…fuck…baby neeeeeeeeeds her pussy sucked real hard…tongue-fuck me…ravage my pussy and make it yours!”

I smiled at her and threw my waist-length hair back and swished my bangs out of my eyes…

“Blue’s pussy belongs to Sunny…”

My pussy was dripping on her thigh. I had a decision to make…before I eat her alive, shall I pin her down and rub my pussy on her tummy, making myself cum karşıyaka escort all over her?

Blue was on fire…she wasn’t going to wait…and I cum anyway just eating her, without even touching myself.

Besides, hours from now, after I make Blue cum as many times as she wants…and a lot more times she didn’t KNOW she wanted, I’ll top it off by getting on my hands and knees with her underneath me and fucking myself…and cumming all over her…

Yeah…many of you know I cum a LOT. So does Blue…but we are not squirters. (just thought I’d tell you that)

I slid down a little, slid my arms under Blue’s thighs and held her arms, pinning them down.

Blue’s entire body was trembling. She eagerly spread her legs for me…

“Fuck me Sunny…suck my pussy…make baby cum real good…”

I spread my own legs on top of hers and held them down…I now had Blue completely pinned down and her entire body was under my control…

“Yeah Sunny! Take me! Fuck me!”

Ah, but I was not in quite such a hurry…all I did was touch the tip of my tongue to her hard, swollen clit…

Blue’s body exploded…

“SUNNY! FUCK! I’M CUMMING!!”

Blue screamed out loud and tore her arms from my grip…her hands grabbed my hair and pulled on it…I kept my tongue on her clit while she tried to fuck herself on my mouth with her ass in the air…with her body in hard spasms, she kept screaming and filled my mouth with her cum! Fuck! It was so hot!

I swallowed it and rubbed her clit with my fingers, my mouth open on her pussy for more cum…her body was shaking hard and her cum filled my mouth again, some of it escaping my mouth and forming a river to her ass…

Blue’s orgasm passed and she fell limp to the mattress, breathing hard and whimpering my name with each exhale.

Her body jumped with each of my lollipop licks çeşme escort and kisses on her pussy…I sucked the rest of her cum from her…

“Fuck, Sunny…I love you so much!”

“Fuck, I love YOU, my Blue!”

Then I POUNCED my wide-open mouth on her pussy…

SUNNEEEEEE! FUCK! DAMMIT!!

Blue’s pussy was so sensitive from cumming, but I didn’t care…I wanted more…lots more…and the more sensitive she is, the faster she cums again…and I can eat her for hours on end…

She was purring and whimpering at me…she grabbed the covers on either side of her and had her ass in the air, her overheated pussy begging for more.

I pinned her body down harder this time, my thighs not only holding her thighs down, but my feet were holding down her ankles…my arms were under her as before, holding down her wrists, but much more firmly this time.

I had my face buried between her soft thighs, my wide open mouth covering her entire silky-smooth pussy, clit and all…I growled into her and sucked all of her into my mouth, her ample outer lips getting more swollen with my tongue attacking them…

Blue was STILL able to fuck her pussy at me, raising her ass off the bed and screaming with each breath…

“SUCK ME…SUCK ME HARD…FUCK YES…MAKE BABY CUM AGAIN!!”

That was all I had to hear…I screamed loudly into Blue’s pussy and came fucking HARD while devouring her… without even touching myself…I could feel all my cum pouring from me as my body spasmed and caused me to shove my face harder between Blue’s pussy…

She was screaming unintelligibly…her juices flowed heavily into my mouth and burned my throat as they went straight down…I ate her pussy more savagely now…with a firm grip on her arms and the rest of her held down, her body tightened hard and spasmed uncontrollably…

FUCK SUNNY! I’M CUMMING! FUCK ME…FUCK ME!!

Oh my goodness…she came harder than ever before…I had WAY more than a mouthful of her cum!

I decided right then, I HAD to do something fun with it…

And I did…

More on this as soon as I can…

Thank-you for reading!

My love to all,

Sunny

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Fresh from the bubble bath, Jennifer dried off and then sat in front of the mirror. She applied light make up, added a dab of perfume in all the right places and worked her hair into a playful, sexy style. Suddenly laughing at herself as she realized there was no way he could possibly enjoy the Victoria Secret scent, she rationalized that all that mattered was that she felt sexy for him. Smelling great was a part of that too.

Taking one last glance in the mirror, Jennifer had to admit that she looked great for her age. In truth, she knew she looked great for most any age. Blonde, blue-eyed, busty with amazing curves, Jennifer knew how to catch the eye of most men and even some women. She always looked beautiful and sexy, and always turning heads when she entered a room.

Moving into the large bedroom, Jennifer ran her hands over her full breasts. She loved to play with them, hefting their weight in her palms and bouncing them lightly. Stroking the nipples made her breath catch as she moved across the room. Most every night she slept alone, which was most nights, she would play with her tits, pulling on the nipples and fondling the soft globes, sometimes with Sean’s voice in her ear turning her on.

Turning on the soft lighting in her huge closet, Jennifer began to dress in the lingerie that she had laid out that afternoon. torbalı escort A lacy baby doll with a shelf bra, beautiful satin panties with cut outs in all the right spots, new thigh highs, a lovely choker for her delicate neck and sexy fuck-me heels all in a soft white color looked stunning on her. She took plenty of time looking in the mirror, wanting to see exactly what he would soon enjoy. She smiled at her reflection knowing he would more than approve.

After carefully setting the camera up in the corner, Jennifer set the lights and started music playing in the background. She moved to the pole in the center of the room and straddled the rod, peeking out from behind to face the camera. She pressed the record button and again waited 10 seconds before beginning to talk.

“I’m all clean now, Sean, and ready to dance for you.” She said in her husky phone-sex voice that he loved so much. “Please sit back and relax. Loosen that tie and unbutton your shirt. When you’re ready, open those pants and pull out your cock. Take pictures for me when you get nice and hard. I want to see too.”

As she spoke to him, teasing and prodding him on, she began to move to the music. Sexy jazz played as she twirled slowly around the pole. Her baby doll slid over her body as she gyrated against the pole. urla escort She breathing quickened as she imagined what he would do as he watched her dance for him.

After teasing him with her movements around the pole, Jennifer slowly pulled the straps from her shoulders and allowed the material to give into gravity. Slowly her breasts were exposed and she imagined she could hear him gasp in anticipation. First deep cleavage, then a hard nipple slipped into view, then finally the curve of her round tits fully exposed to him. Her nipples puckered under her fingers as she imagined his unwavering concentration.

The music continued as Jennifer matched her movements to the rhythm. Her body swayed as she slowly removed her clothes. The baby doll finally fell to the floor in a satiny heap, exposing most of her body to him. She imagined him with his mouth open and his hand busily stroking his cock while watching every little movement. Her pretty panties were next but she didn’t want to move too quickly. She slipped her hand down the front of the soft material and fingered herself while intently staring at the camera. Swinging around the pole to expose her back side to him, her other hand slipped down the back of the panties to cup her ass. She knew that the sight of her hands moving under the silky material buca escort would drive him insane with desire.

After dancing for him and giving him a covered show for quite a while, Jennifer grasped the side of the material and slowly pulled the panties down. She was sure that the sight of her bending over in front of him would make him cum if he hadn’t already.

“Mmmmmmmmmm baby, this feels so good. My fingers are running over my pussy lips and teasing my clit. I imagine your fingers playing with me and teasing me. I so wish you were here right now, touching and tasting me with your tongue.” She growled in that low sexy voice she knew always turned him on.

Then reaching down she picked up her panties and moved toward the camera. Holding them out in front of her, she made sure that he could see the wet areas on the crotch and ran her fingers over the moisture. Close to the camera now, she posed for him, giving him a close up view of her pussy and fingers that continued to touch and arouse.

Then she deliberately quieted her breathing so he could hear something she knew he would love. Her fingers working her pussy made a wet sloshing sound. So many times she had held her phone to her pussy while her fingers worked their magic in her wet hole. Now she lifted one leg to show him as he listened to the soaked pussy. Her moans filled the closet as she brought herself to cum for him. His desire for her fueled her efforts as she came hard against her hand.

“Baby, please send me a picture of your cock just before you cum. I want to see you too.” She breathed softly as she came.

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“Rupert, my dude, you worry too damn much, I don’t care if the boss catches us, I simply love danger,” Malik Brown said, and the tall, burly, dark-skinned, ruggedly handsome African American stud grabbed the tall, slender, red-haired and green-eyed British nerd and kissed him passionately. As far as first kisses went, this one definitely took the cake…

All the sexual tension that Malik had been feeling whenever Rupert was around finally came to a boil, and he wanted to show the handsome but awkward British newcomer what he could do. Malik liked being forward, with women and men. Something about Rupert’s mixture of shyness and hotness simply drew the brother in, and he wanted some of that milky goodness…

Rupert Norton was surprised by Malik Brown’s kiss, but he nevertheless kissed him back passionately. Just like that, the two of them began making love, on a cloudy night, right there in the darkened underground parking lot of the Rideau Mall in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Earlier, they were in the security room in the basement of the Rideau Mall, and Malik suggested they go on patrol. Rupert acquiesced, having no idea what he was in for. And now they were about to fuck…

“That’s hot,” came a sultry female voice, and Malik and Rupert looked up to see…her. Kayla Yan, the infamously stern supervisor of the security team at the Rideau Mall…and Malik bossy ex-girlfriend. There she was, clad in her light gray uniform shirt and dark cargo pants, a smug smile on her beautiful face as she shined the flashlight on the two hunky security guards who were about to get busy.

“Kayla, boss, I can explain,” Rupert mumbled, and he looked at Malik, who remained silent as Kayla came closer. They were totally busted, that’s for damn sure. Rupert hadn’t known Kayla Yan, for he had only been working for the security company for a couple of months. He’d moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, from his hometown of Berkshire, United Kingdom, only six months ago, to study economics at Carleton University.

“Nothing to explain, Rupert, Malik is a switch-hitter, he’s annoying as fuck but he’s good in bed,” Kayla said, smiling at the clearly uncomfortable Rupert and unfazed Malik like the cat that ate the canary. From the moment Kayla first laid eyes on Malik Brown, she knew that the six-foot-four, burly and broad-shouldered brother from Chicago, Illinois, was trouble with a Capital T. Kayla, a sucker for rough guys, couldn’t resist Malik sexual magnetism…

Malik Brown carried himself with the unique swagger common to black males from the United States. The brother from Chicago simply did not let anyone intimidate him, not with their wealth, social status, or background. Malik came to Canada with a bachelor’s degree in Criminal Psychology from Chicago’s Loyola University, and wanted to become a licenced psychiatrist, hence why he was continuing his studies at the University of Ottawa. When fellow psych major Kayla gaziemir escort met Malik in one of her classes at the University of Ottawa, the brother flirted with her and eventually won her over…

“Hello Kayla,” Malik replied casually, in that deep, charismatic voice of his. This was the same tone of voice that Malik used on Kayla during nights of passionate lovemaking. Kayla was exactly Malik’s type…when it came to females, that is. Lots of black men the world over have a thing for women of the Caucasian persuasion. Not Malik, the brother liked Asian women…

Kayla Yan, Malik’s latest female love was fairly unique, in more ways than one. Kayla was a newcomer to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, having been born and raised in the City of Vancouver, British Columbia. Her father Nicolas Yan was a Chinese immigrant, and her mother Helene Wilson was a white Canadian woman originally from Barrie, Ontario.

Tall and curvy, with light bronze skin and long dark hair, her lovely features a blend of Asian and Caucasian, Kayla Yan was quite beautiful, and had a lovely, rather thick rump. This made her totally Malik Brown’s type…until he craved something she didn’t have. They had a whirlwind romance, going to movies and restaurants, concerts and sporting events, and had an awesome time.

For Kayla Yan, her romance with Malik Brown surprised her because she’d mainly dated white guys and Asian guys prior to meeting the African American stud from the City of Chicago, Illinois. Kayla’s friends and family had been quite surprised to see her dating a black guy, although they were cool once they got to know the handsome, educated and charming Malik. If only things had stayed cool between them…

Kayla Yan fell in love with Malik Brown, and he seemed to care deeply for her. Of course, he was bisexual and had to have his manly fun on the side, and this forced Kayla to end their relationship. Of course, they remained friends, and continued to work for the same company. Kayla became the overnight supervisor for the security team at the Rideau Shopping Center, and Malik remained her most dutiful team member…until Rupert Norton came along…

“Malik, you simply can’t help grabbing whoever’s nearby whenever you get horny,” Kayla said, looking directly at Malik, who shrugged and winked at her, then kissed Rupert. Of course, like everyone on the security team, Rupert knew that Kayla and Malik were once an item, and that their split sent shockwaves throughout the security company. Rupert, who was still reeling from his nasty divorce from his ex-wife Debra, who hadn’t accepted his bisexuality, could relate to Malik and Kayla’s situation…

“Um, perhaps I should go,” Rupert said, feeling quite comfortable as he witnessed the back and forth between Kayla and Malik. The burly black stud laid his hand firmly on Rupert’s shoulder, holding him into place. With his other hand, Malik unzipped karabağlar escort Rupert’s pants and pulled out his dick. As Rupert gasped in shock, Malik began stroking him right in front of his ex-girlfriend and current boss Kayla…

“Relax, Rupert, Kayla, why don’t you join us?” Malik in that seductive voice of his, which had a habit of causing both women and men to swoon. Kayla looked at Malik, who was stroking Rupert’s rapidly hardening dick, and felt torn. She felt aroused by the man to man action before her, and disturbed as well. The two of them were doing their thing in a company car. She should report their lascivious behavior to the company and get them fired. And yet…

“Fuck you, Malik, I’m the boss and you do as I say, now get your dick out or I’m reporting you,” Kayla said, hands on her hips. Malik looked at her and sighed, and an amazed Rupert watched as Malik pulled his long and thick, dark dick out of his pants. Kayla nodded in approval and joined the men, grabbing each man’s dick and stroking them gently. Rupert looked at Malik, then at Kayla, and smiled nervously. The lady had them literally by the balls…

“You’re something else,” Rupert said, somewhat meekly, as Kayla got on her knees and began fellating him while stroking Malik dick. Kayla nodded, her lovely head bobbing up and down as she sucked his dick. After polishing Rupert’s dick, Kayla turned her attention to Malik. The burly African American stud’s thick dark dick tasted just as yummy as she remembered, and she sucked him greedily.

“Hmm, I like the way your dicks taste, fellas, now I want to see you fuck,” Kayla said, and Rupert and Malik exchanged a smile, then got down to business. Time for the man to man action to begin in earnest, as far as the bossy lady was concerned. Kayla unzipped her pants and began fingering her already wet pussy as she watched Malik suck Rupert’s dick…

“Oh fuck,” Rupert moaned as Malik sucked his dick, and the burly brother stroked himself as he pleasured his lover. Kayla felt her nipples harden as she watched a sexy bisexual black man suck a skinny, red-haired white male’s dick. She fingered her pussy, and got so turned on that she joined the action. Malik was pleasantly surprised when Kayla got on all fours and fastened her full, sensuous lips around his dick. Just like that, Kayla began sucking Malik’s dick like oral sex was going out of style…

“That’s nice,” Malik paused to say, and both Rupert and Kayla paused to look at him, for they weren’t sure which one of them the Chicago stud was addressing. When Rupert came, Malik drank his cum, and he barely had time to catch his breath, for Kayla’s deep-throating of his own dick made him cum. Rupert and Malik looked at each other, then at Kayla. The two bisexual studs were hornier than ever, and the lady boss had big plans for them…

“Fuck that’s hot,” Kayla squealed as Malik took her kemalpaşa escort on all fours, face down and big ass up. Gripping her wide hips, he thrust into her. At the same time, Rupert lubricated his dick after putting on a condom, and then eased his way into Malik’s ass. The Chicago stud groaned as a thick British dick popped into his backdoor. Rupert pushed his dick into Malik’s ass and at the same time, Malik pumped his dick into Kayla’s juicy pussy. For the sexually adventurous trio, the fun was just beginning…

Malik fucked Kayla’s sweet pussy for a while, and her screams of passion delighted him. They switched things up, and Malik found himself on all fours as Rupert fucked him, and Kayla resumed masturbating, fingering her pussy and rubbing her erect nipples as she watched the hot man to man fucking. Her pussy was still sore from the pounding that Malik informed her. The two bisexual studs continued with their fun for a while, then finally relented…

“I think I’m going to love Canada,” Rupert said to Malik Brown and Kayla Yan as the three of them returned to the security room in the basement of the Rideau Shopping Center. Walking through the deserted food court, they saw one of the cleaners, an older black man, and he smiled at Malik, who winked at him. Another one of Malik’s conquests, Kayla thought with a grin.

“We’re not getting back together, but if you don’t come to my place next weekend and fuck me silly, I’m firing your ass,” Kayla said to Malik, as they reached the security room. Malik smiled and nodded, then kissed Kayla on the lips. Rupert looked at the two of them and grinned. After his divorce from Debra, he was more into men than women, but hot women like Kayla were like unicorns. He certainly wouldn’t mind another threesome with her…

“Yes ma’am, I aim to please,” Malik Brown said to his ex-girlfriend and current boss Kayla Yan, and he even mock-saluted Kayla, causing her to laugh. As Kayla headed to the backroom to look at the cameras, presumably to delete footage of their recent tryst, Malik admired her thick round ass. The brother from Chicago loved a big ass, and he didn’t care if it belonged to a female or a dude.

“Watch out for that one,” Rupert said to Malik, who shrugged. Sitting on a nearby corner, Rupert laughed and high-fived Malik, who evidently still had feelings for his ex-girlfriend Kayla. Perfectly understandable, given how hot and feisty Kayla was. Rupert then resumed doing actual security work. There was a contractor who was coming by to power wash the local restaurants and he needed to be escorted. Dutiful as ever, Rupert got to work.

“Now you see me, now you don’t,” Kayla Yan said to herself, as she carefully deleted footage from the security camera. Her own actions surprised her, but what was done was done. Too late to turn back now. The steamy threesome that took place between herself, her ex-boyfriend Malik Brown and the hunky newcomer Rupert Norton was not for public display. On another night, when they were off, perhaps they could have more fun like this, all three of them. Kayla giggled with excitement at the thought, then returned to work. As soon as Rupert was back from escort duty, she intended to yell at him, and Malik, of course…

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There’s an old expression: to be “on a promise”. It was used a previous generation to denote that a man had an arrangement with a woman that the next time they met she would allow him to have sex with her.

Something similar existed between 18-year-old me and my driving instructor, Ronnie. He was chubby, and had a lot of dark hair: he described himself as a gorilla, and I had first-hand knowledge that he was hairy all over. During our last lesson, which was supposed to be on theory and had taken place not in his car but his house I had got to know him quite well. In addition to the conversations we had had while driving, I had now sucked his cock and licked his arse.

And not only that, but before we parted that gloomy, erotic, lewd evening he had told me the next time he would fuck me. I hadn’t said no, because it was something I desperately wanted to do. I had begun my experimentation with man sex and I wanted to take it to its logical conclusion, which involved having his penis up my anus.

The whole week before out next lesson I was tingling with anticipation, imagining the feeling of this monster of a man wrapping his big hairy arms around me and penetrating my arse with his manly, strong cock. I had read up on it on the net and I knew it was probably going to hurt like hell, but, as one receiver had put it, “the pain is excruciating but the pleasure is indescribable”. That sounded like a fair deal to me.

I said “bye’ to my parents as casually as I could when Ronnie arrived to collect me and as I got in the car I wondered if he would demonstrate our established relationship – or indeed if it had all been in my imagination. But surely I couldn’t have imagined seeing his magnificently hirsute body as he stood naked before me. I couldn’t have imagined the feeling and taste of his cock head in my mouth and the thrilling moment when his spunk spat in there too.

But Ronnie wasn’t the type to say sweet, romantic things. He was probably to some extent a sexual predator and I was pretty sure he had seduced other lads like me on his driving course. But they would have to have been over the age of consent, and I was very willing indeed, as konak escort I think many young men of my age would be too, so in my book he was harmless: in fact he was doing me a favour, giving me the benefit of his experience and showing me the ropes of gay sex. Licking that man’s hairy arsehole had been the most breathtaking experience of my life and I wanted more.

“Hi,” he said in his usual friendly way, and it wasn’t until we had gone around the corner that he put his hand on my cock. He had to be careful, because driving was another thing I was a novice at. I put my hand on his hand and squeezed it so that he squeezed my package and we both knew we were back where we left off.

I executed a pretty good parallel parking manoeuvre outside Ronnie’s house and we were soon inside. He walked straight upstairs to the bedroom, which, as last time, was dark and warm.

Ronnie wrenched his clothes off, as eager as I was to get started. The street light through the curtains showed me my rough-hewn, hairy idol and I quickly stripped too before getting down on my knees and running my nose through his abdominal hair, which metamophosed into the luxuriant pubic bush in which stood his fabulous penis.

I sucked him like a whore on overtime, keen to show my devotion to him, at least in his role as my sexual master. I didn’t expect a proper relationship to emerge from this – I couldn’t imagine how it would work as regards discretion, anyway. I just wanted to learn a few things and be thrilled and happily used by this benign monster.

“Turn round,” I said quietly, and he did and, knowing my intention leaned with his hands on the bed so I could rim him. Again, the very fact of having my face in his buttocks and my tongue at his anus was heavenly.

“I’m going to do that to you,” he said after a while, and threw me onto the bed before pulling me into position and licking my sphincter. From what I had read this was preparation for anal sex. While I did it to him out of sheer lust and intentional self-degradation, he was softening me up for the main event.

But before we got to that part, having given me a good, highly erotic manisa escort tonguing, he spread lube on my hole and took a metal tube from the drawer – one of those that protect individual expensive cigars. He sucked it and made sure I noticed in the mirrors that ran along one wall, then slid it into my hole. It was a nice feeling – a lovely feeling, a smooth, manageable intrusion designed to start me off slowly, and it did indeed make me long for something bigger.

That turned out to be the wooden handle of a potato masher – one of which coincidentally I had used on myself once or twice in the absence of a man or a dildo. Ronnie pushed it in until the handle disappeared, then pulled it out again, so it opened me from the inside this time. He did it several times and I felt what was becoming my favourite feeling: that of being a slut to whom he could do anything he liked. The mirror had shown me the large sexy man inserting things into my rectum, and had also recorded my dumb, accepting facial expression, hypnotized by the sordid goings-on.

Then Ronnie discarded the masher and lubed his cock. I had always fantasised about him mounting me doggy style, and he did. He climbed onto me like a big dog, not slavering and panting like an animal, but with the same one-track mind. This human beast had told me he was going to fuck me and here he was, here we were, on all fours like our primitive ancestors.

Ronnie’s body wrapping me in his furry skin felt fantastic as I watched myself being ridden, but his cock was bigger than the masher handle and also , being slightly less rigid, dragged at the skin of my anal cavity as it went in and out. Yes, it hurt, but like the saying said, the pleasure was indescribable.

Seeing that I could take it, Ronnie stepped up the intensity and was soon pounding me so I thought we would fall over. Then suddenly he pulled out, turned me onto my back, pulled my legs into the air and plunged back in, with his face right over mine, staring into my eyes as he buggered me.

“You can jerk yourself if you like,” he said before lowering his face to mine and kissing me. His big, hungry tongue performed menderes escort a lurid dance with mine as his penis rocked and rolled up my arsehole.

I grabbed my bemused cock, not used to not being the main source of pleasure, and wanked myself. Strangely, though, it wasn’t like it always had been before, because of the electric current of raw sexual pleasure coming from my anus. It was at that moment that I realized sex would never be the same again, because I had acquired a brilliant new addition to my repertoire. Rather than relying on my cock, I could lie there and receive incredible excitement from a man and his penis – up my arse.

Ronnie’ hairy body lurched and pummelled me as his big hairy balls slapped against my buttocks as if to give me an audible reminder of what was happening to me.

I managed to reach around and get a finger in Ronnie’s arse, just enough to get the smell of him there. I brought it around to my nose and sniffed it. Nothing I could do with him would now be too extreme. I was a fully converted bisexual and this man could sit on my face and rub his arse on my nose; he could piss in my mouth and into my crack; he could stick his fist up me if he wanted – anything that gave him pleasure gave it to me too.

“I’m going to come,” he whispered, and seconds later he convulsed as his orgasm shook him and released a tide of spunk in my insides.

As he slid out of my arse and off my body, I realized I had yet to come. I began to masturbate and the it dawned on me that he was spent, had switched off and I could come wherever I wanted.

“Turn over,” I said.

“Why?”

“I want to come in your crack.”

He turned over and gave my his dark, sinful crevice and the sight was too much. I spurted my semen into the abyss and rubbed my shrinking cock in that wicked play area, a swamp of semen and secretions and hair like mangroves.

We decided that I should find another driving instructor, which I did, but I saw Ronnie twice more at his house. He fucked me ferociously the first time, and the second time (our fourth session) he brought another young guy along and fucked both of us before the lad and I had a 69 and I licked his arse too.

And that’s how I became the dirty bastard I am today – but what the hell? I and the guys I play with are not doing anyone any harm. Ronnie the driving instructor set me on the road to a lifetime of dirty, horny, thrilling sex with other men.

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I watched my mother-in-law waiting for the answers. I looked to Jim, but he didn’t seem to have a clue what to say.

“Gran Carol has joined some amateur dramatic group. She is playing the part of a schoolgirl, that’s why she is dressed like that.”

Good girl Becky I said in my head, and with my fingers crossed behind my back!

“And I’ve got the wedding rings, because she said she felt silly wearing them when dad dropped her off.”

I flashed an uneasy smile at Becky; she seemed to love my discomfort. I waited for my mother-in-laws reaction. It felt like someone deciding which wires to cut to defuse a bloody bomb!

“Well why didn’t you say? And I can’t imagine you acting,” she said, starting to laugh.

“Believe me Gran, Carol is quite good.”

I could see the cheeky grin on Becky’s face. All I could do was mumble something about making a cup of tea, as I retreated to the kitchen.

She stayed with us for the whole weekend; at least I managed to get out of the teenage clothes I usually wore. We never told Jim’s mum what happened to Becky. In fact we never told anyone. Jim came up with this story about her having a breakdown. He told his mother we had to get away so we rented the house for awhile. We managed to avoid people we knew when my mother-in-law stayed. Even so it was something we hadn’t thought about in all our planning. We all breathed a sigh of relief when she left. Jim went straight to the pub and I started to catch up on my homework. I soon realised I had slipped back down the pecking order when Becky took my wedding rings off of me. I ended up going to my own room, well what should have been Becky’s room.

The next week we did more mock exams at school, I kept my mind focused on my work and I did quite well. Della noticed a little embarrassed look between Mr Bird and me. She teased me a little but didn’t pursue it much. Anyway now she was dating Sean. I was glad for her, but inside I felt a little jealous.

Sean wasn’t the only one who fancied me. For the last week Tommy had been sending one of his gang over to ask me to go out with him. All the girls swooned when he was around and I must admit I knew why! Dark brown hair deep brown eyes and a figure that had you wondering if all that muscle was real on an 18 year old! He was 5’10 and had a real cute smile. He was usually surrounded by a handful of mates; even they could pick most girls for a date. But he was the school hunk and everybody knew it. He had just split up with Sabrina, she was a right cow and luckily I had managed to steer clear of her.

I stayed after school one day. Miss Newark had some marking to do and said I could finish my work. Our school was playing another at football, and as I passed the classroom window I watched for awhile. There he was running around in his shorts, with nice tanned muscular legs.

“Why don’t you go down and watch?”

She had just appeared by my side. She smiled at me.

“Come on, all you do is study.”

I followed her down to the sports field and we stood on the touchline. I think she had a thing for our sports teacher, and probably needed me as more of an excuse. Now and then our eyes met, and Tommy gave me that cool smile, buca escort which made me blush a little and Miss Newark noticed too.

“Fancy our schoolgirl’s dreamboat then Becky?”

“No Miss,” I replied a little shocked.

“Well I hear he has been asking you out and you keep turning him down. Good for you girl,” she said, and then shouted encouragement to the team.

“He is nice though.”

Shit what was I saying? Beneath the make up was a 23 year old married woman! But take off 5 years, and a wedding ring then he might have stood a chance.

“Well do something about, but remember if you want a university placing you have to juggle schoolwork and school hunks. But be careful you don’t seem to have much luck with the boys.”

I hadn’t seen this side of my teacher before. I had almost forgotten she was a woman as well as a teacher. I watched her for awhile. She did have a different look in her eyes as she watched the sports teacher. I followed her line of sight. Then I realised it wasn’t the sports teacher she was watching, it was one of the boys!

“He’s nice Miss isn’t he?”

“Who Becky?”

“That tall boy at the back with the blonde hair Miss.”

“Pete, I mean Peter? I hadn’t really noticed, not that I would. Um I’m going home now Becky.”

“Bye Miss.”

I think I had just stumbled on my teacher having a fantasy. The ball landed at my feet and there he was picking it up.

“Hi Becky god you’ve got nice legs!”

I chuckled a little at his comment and cheeky grin.

“So why won’t you go out with me?”

“Tommy, you are supposed to be playing football!” I mumbled, getting even more embarrassed.

“I’m not taking this throw in until you tell me I can have a date.”

There it was that cheeky smile. I realised the other boys were looking at us. One called out for him to hurry up.

“Tommy just throw it will you,” I spat under my breath.

“Saturday I’ll pick you up at 12, take you for something to eat, and we’ll have a laugh.”

More boys started to call out, but he just stood there grinning at me.

“Alright!” I hissed, feeling my face going red.

“You have got good legs Becky, very good,” he said with a wink

He took the throw in and I stood with a stupid grin on my face.

By the time I got home I was in so much panic I confessed to Becky. Of course all she did was laugh about me dating the school hunk. Then she convinced me that if I went out with Tommy after a week or two I could break it off. I didn’t see the point, until she told me that if dumped Tommy the other boys would think they didn’t have a chance. I suppose it made sense in a way, even after I did the same thing with Sean.

The day went well with Tommy, and I forgot who I really was (again). His friends were there but I guess that helped me relax, knowing all he would expect was a kiss and to hold hands. I nearly made a mistake when I picked up a wedding anniversary card.

“Hey Becky how long have you been married to your dad?” Tommy asked.

I looked at the card, ‘To my darling husband’.

“I, got it for B, Carol,” I said, hoping I had got away with it.

I got home alsancak escort just before 7. There stood Becky in one of my best dresses.

“What are doing in that?”

“Jim’s taking me out for our anniversary. So how was lover boy, did you let him have a feel?”

I felt the rage building inside. She snatched the card from my hand and took it out of the bag.

“Thanks I forgot to get my husband a card,” she said with a sneer.

“You can’t go out with him he’s my husband!” I yelled.

“Not for 3 more months!” she spat back.

I sat sobbing as she wrote in the card. I ran up to my room and stayed there until I heard Jim come in. He went straight to the shower and I followed him in there. I had a right go at him for the first time in ages. All he said was it wouldn’t look right if he took me out instead of Becky. Watching them get in the taxi had my eyes running again. This had to stop now! Well when they got back from their dinner.

“Are you still up?” Becky asked, clinging to my husband’s arm.

“Bloody right I am!” I growled.

“Becky this is Faye and Gary, we met at the restaurant,” my drunken husband slurred, before I said anymore.

I just recoiled and nodded at them.

“Be a love and put the kettle on, then I think you ought to go to bed don’t you young lady?”

God that bloody sick grin of hers! She knew she was winding me up. And dad, I mean Jim just stood there letting it happen! From my room I heard laughing and joking downstairs. Gradually I drifted to sleep, only to be woken by the bed in the next room squeaking. Right that was it fuck the pair of them! I raced into the room.

“Get off my……..dad.”

All three of us just stared in shock, dad, me, and Faye! As I backed out and pulled the door closed I heard noises from downstairs. Becky was giggling and I could hear that man grunting. I walked slowly to my bedroom door, Jim’s door swung open and there was Faye rushing to the top of the stairs doing up her blouse. We made eye contact for a split second then she rushed downstairs. I heard talking and then a few moments later the living room door opened.

“I’ve never been so embarrassed, his daughter walked in on us. Jesus, come on Gary,” Faye snapped at her husband.

I rushed back into Jim’s room. God he was still hard! I wanted to scream at him but I just couldn’t. I just stared at his cock. While the size of it frightened me I was always mesmerised by it. How something could just change shape going from soft and lifeless to quadruple in size, and become so strong and hard always amazed me. Just the mechanics of it was so incredible! I walked towards the bed.

“Carol, are you OK?”

God he called me Carol. He winced as I pulled the condom off his cock. He looked a little unsure. I crawled on the bed and lowered my head to his dick. I kissed the tip of his cock. Something in my head told me the bastard had just been unfaithful.

“What are you waiting for bite the fucking thing off!” a voice said.

“No you can’t this is your husband,” another voice replied.

“Shit he has just put his dick in another woman. Bite it, hard!”

“You put up with him fucking bornova escort Becky, she’ll soon be gone then what will you have if you hurt your husband?”

I slipped my mouth over his cock trying to ignore the two voices in my head.

“You won’t be able to take him in your cunt. He’s too big, you are too small. How many times do I have to remind you? He hurts you!”

“Shut up!” I hissed, at the voice in my head.

“Carol I didn’t.”

“You too Jim,” I spat, interrupting him.

I lowered myself over the tip of his cock. I let his head into my entrance, and then I hesitated.

“Go on girl, you can do it, it’s all in your head. It’ll hurt but you’ll get used to it. No pain no gain.”

“You’re right,” I told the voice.

I lowered down a little feeling my pussy stretch. I winced but made myself go further. I smiled down at Jim pleased with my progress.

“In your own time sweetheart,” he whispered.

I gasped with joy; he hadn’t called me sweetheart for ages. My legs trembled and shook I estimated I had about another 6 inches to go. I stopped for awhile just letting myself stretch. It was hurting but I didn’t care. Well I did but I wanted to please my husband. I started panting more in anticipation of pain than feeling it. I let myself down a little more. Jim’s cock twitched and I rose back up a couple of inches, fearing he was going to start moving.

“Please don’t fuck me!” I panted.

“Wait then just stay there and don’t move.”

I looked questioning his words. Then I felt his hand between my legs. He was holding his cock and masturbating himself into my pussy!

“How much, how far are you in me?”

“About halfway.” he mumbled.

I looked surprised and a little disappointed. Surely he was further than that? I lowered myself a little further. Every now and then his motion hurt me a little. My legs began to ache too. I could feel cramp starting in my thigh. No not now! Please let him finish!

“Carol wait let me,” Jim moaned, as I slowly pulled off of him.

“I’ve got fucking cramp!” I snapped in frustration.

“No you fucking haven’t!” he snapped viciously.

I pulled off of him and sat by his side.

“Don’t worry daddy, she did try.”

I looked round to see Becky straddle her father’s cock. Her eyes never left mine, as she lowered herself down all the way to the base of his cock, with little more than a whimper.

“She did try, she did really she’s just not used to you like I am.”

I didn’t know what to think. Was she defending me or mocking me? I left them to it and went back to my room.

20 minutes later there was a tap on my door. It opened and there stood Jim. He looked down at me for awhile, and then he came towards the bed. I recoiled a little not understanding why he was here.

“Don’t be frightened. I’m sorry, you did try and you got cramp. Becky convinced me.”

I sat up covering my breasts from my husband, why?

He turned away when he saw this. He looked dejected.

“Jim no please wait,” I said, “I’m sorry, and we could try again couldn’t we?”

He took a deep breath.

“Carol I’m very proud of you with what you are doing for Becky, even after what happened. Listen to what she has to say in the morning, I, I think it makes sense.”

He left to go back to his room.

I suppose it’s time to tell you why I deserved everything that had happened and everything that was still to come.

So I will…

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and so it began…

“Aaaaaah, oh God, oh, oh………my voice screamed into the dark of my bedroom, my breathing and gasps coming in quick, hard, rhythmic pulses. Slowly, making the moment last as long as I could, my fingers withdrew from between my legs, my juices glistening on them in the dim light sneaking through my closed blinds and curtains from the street lamp outside of my condo.

I lay there, my breathing coming under control now, my naked body wet with the perspiration of satisfying masturbation; yet, another masturbation, taking care of my own damned needs again, I thought, as my fingers played with my soft pubes, wet from my excitement.

Sleep washed over me soon, a slight smile on my lips from sucking my climax from my fingers.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Betty said to me when I reached my office the next morning, “any news?”

The ‘news’ would be whether or not I had become, yet again, an aunt to the newest niece, or nephew, to be born to one of my prolific, propagating sisters.

“Nope, nothing yet, Betts” I replied taking off my winter coat, the chill of the outside air still fresh in my cheeks and on the tip of my nose.

“Well, I’m sure it won’t be long,” smiling at me and turning to answer her phone.

My parents wanted lots of grandchildren and my two sisters were doing their damndest to give them just that, popping out kids every couple of years for the last six years. Mom and Dad had long given up on me, their oldest, of ever having kids. Whenever the subject was raised about whether or not my latest beau was ‘the one’, my responses generally indicated that, I wasn’t as serious about whoever the beau was as they would have liked me to be.

My latest boyfriend had departed my life a few months back and that was okay; I missed the steady sex, sort of, not that it was that great, but really not much else. He asked me to marry him and I turned down the offer, not seeing me spending the rest of my life as his ‘wifey’, to use his words.

So once again, I was ‘between’ beaus, and at Thirty, I was just peachy-fucking-fine with my current status. I could have men; they came on to me a lot, but I was picky. Picky? Hell, I was damned choosy, latching on to a guy as a steady only when I felt the need to resume regular fucking again. I was attractive, I knew it, but I didn’t really flaunt it like most gals would have done that had my looks and body. I know that sounds very conceited and egotistical but its not meant to be, it’s just that I knew that men liked me a lot ever since I blossomed into womanhood at sixteen or so.

So, I had beaus whenever I wanted to but I didn’t have that ‘burning fire in my belly’ to marry and propagate the species. I just didn’t, and I seemed to be the only in my family to accept that fact.

“Lynn, are you sure you’re not a lesbo?” my sister, Jan, asked one night when I was visiting and had helped her get the kids ready for bed. Her nose wrinkled in distaste when she said the word.

“Screw you, Jan, I’ve probably had more dick than you’ll ever see,” I angrily said back to her. I was sure, in my head, that my prim and proper sister fucked only to make kids, her geeky husband not being a world-beater as far being ‘hot’ was concerned. But, that was her problem, not mine; as far as I was concerned, I didn’t have a problem.

To say my familial relationships, most times, is contentious, is an understatement of great magnitude.

“Goodnight, Betts, see you on Monday,” I said as we parted outside of our building.

“Goodnight, Lynn, have a good weekend,” she replied, waving as she turned into the wind howling between the canyons of downtown office buildings. Bending against the cold, I clutched my overcoat and rushed to O’Malley’s, a favorite after-work cocktail spot for the men and women of downtown.

Taking a seat at the bar, Cherie had my cocktail in front of me before my coat was off of my shoulders. Thanking her, I tipped my glass towards her in a silent toast, and let the single-malt scotch burn away the chill as it went down smoothly. Cherie winked at me as she went to serve another customer.

“Is this seat taken?” I heard from my right, and turning, I was hit by the ‘thunderbolt’ as my Sicilian ancestors would say. A tall brunette, five-ten? I quickly guessed, with eyes so blue they made balçova escort Paul Newman’s baby-blues look gray.

“Not as far as I know,” extending my hand in greeting, introducing myself as I did so. Wondering to myself why the hell I did that, she accepted my hand; her skin warm and soft, almost silk-like.

“Very nice to meet you, Lynn,” she said to me, “I’m Brianna but I prefer Brie,” settling onto the vacant stool. I signaled to Cherie, asking Brie what she was having.

“A Cosmo seems about right,” her smile as bright as a floodlight in the night. Great teeth, I thought to myself, as I smiled back. “Cherie makes the best Cosmos in the city,” I said as Cherie walked up to our spot at the bar, “Don’t you, girlfriend?” winking at Cherie. Cherie smiled in acceptance of my compliment.

“Girlfriend?” Brie said with a quizzical look, “Are you two an item?” Cherie and I laughed at the same time, and getting a hold of herself before I did, Cherie said, “No, though if we were, I probably wouldn’t have all those kids running around at home,” chuckling to herself as she attended to Brie’s Cosmo.

Brie stammered an apology to the both of us for saying that, the both of us telling her to blow it off, it was no big deal.

Visibly relaxing, Brie and I exchanged brief bios of who we were and how we came to be where we were in life and all. She was older than me by ten years or so, I surmised and very pleasing to the eye. She was a lawyer for a Fortune 500 Corporation, her offices in the same building as O’Malley’s.

“Well, that makes it convenient for after-work cocktails,” I joked. She laughed along with me but offered that she rarely stops in here for a drink, preferring her loft apartment and its comforts and homey feel. Leaning towards my ear conspiratorially, she said, sotto-voiced, “Actually my preferred method on relaxing after work is with a glass of wine and cannabis delecti” giggling just a bit.

I leaned back, smiling at her, and held up a hand for a high-five which she acknowledged with a slap. “My kind of woman,” I observed still smiling, her smile still radiant as she looked at me.

The time flew and Cherie kept our drinks full, both of us discovering a lot of similar likes and dislikes, as well as sardonic humor. When she asked of a husband or boyfriend in my life, I told her that I was without either at the moment but that was just fine with me. “Don’t get me wrong, they have their uses, but after they lose their erection I don’t find a driving need to have one around,” laughing as I said it. “My last two beaus were all hot to trot to get married and all that, but that didn’t appeal to me in the least,” I concluded, looking at her as I supported my head with a hand as I leaned on my elbow on the bar.

She was looking down at the stemmed glass she was twirling between her hands, a small smile on her lips, and looking up to me, softly said, “I certainly hear that, girlfriend. As for me, I just don’t bother with men anymore, too much of a pain in the ass,” laughing afterwards. Downing the last of her Cosmo, she stood to put on her winter coat, her suit coat opening to reveal a silk blouse, the top three buttons undone, her cleavage showing a sparse sprinkling of freckles on the tops of her breasts. Frankly I was staring at her bosom, as rude as it sounds. She noticed it, of course, but just smiled and said, “Thanks for the compliment.” Yeah, I didn’t blush much-not!

Reaching into her purse, she handed me her card, asking if I had plans for the weekend. Taking the card from her, I fished around in my own purse and returned the courtesy by giving her my own; answering her question, I told her nothing was going on with me that weekend.

“Good, neither do I,” she said, “Would you have dinner with me tomorrow evening at my place?” Not even pausing a second, I said, “I’d love to, what time?” And the time was set, directions were given and giving me a peck on the cheek, she walked out into the night.

I drove from the parking garage to my condo, attended to mail and phone messages, and stepped into my shower. I finished the hot shower by getting myself off; the mind-image was of Brie’s freckled cleavage and I don’t fucking know why.

“A slight change of plans, Lynn” I heard the voice say into my ear when I answered the karşıyaka escort phone; realizing it was Brie’s voice, my heart sank a bit thinking she was cancelling our dinner. But that wasn’t it at all.

It was nine in the morning and I was still in bed, awake the last half-hour trying to figure out why I masturbated, last night, thinking of Brie’s boobs and Damnit if I didn’t do it again, just finishing when the phone rang.

“There’s an ‘art-walk’ going on downtown that I’d like to see and was wondering if you’d like to join me,” she explained. Sounded good to me, I told her, and made arrangements to pick her up in front of her building at noon. Hanging up, I decided that I had to boogie-boogie to make it on time.

I did.

The downtown ‘art walk’ was actually held inside of the dozens of inter-building walkways that connected virtually all of the business center of downtown. It was winter and too damned cold to be held outside but thankfully these pedestrian tubes made walking downtown, in the winter, an indoor exercise. I used a parking garage near the start of the art walk and we had a lovely afternoon, getting to know each other better, sharing laughs and a couple of glasses of wine along the ‘tour’ route. Toward the end of the walking show, Brie put her arm through mine and asked if I was ready to head back to her place. Turning my head when I said that I was, she smiled and fucking kissed me on the lips, a short, kiss but one that kept my lips on fire during the ride back to her place.

What the hell was going on with me, I thought, as we rode to her place, both lost in our thoughts. Why did this woman fascinate me so much? I’ve never been that ‘way’ with a female in my life; that time in college with my suitemate didn’t count since we were both drunk and all we did was kiss a bit. Okay, maybe a bit of fondling also, but we were both drunk, for God’s sake!

Ushering me into her spacious loft, Brie tossed her coat onto a chair near the door and I followed suit. I wore slacks with a matching sweater that complimented my 34C’s very well. I did notice her take note of that fact when my coat came off, and for reasons unknown to me then, I felt a bit glad that she liked what she saw.

Her living spaces were tastefully and artfully laid out; her sleeping space in a corner of the loft was very large, elevated about eight feet from the main floor on large, wooden upright beams; there was still another ten feet or so to the top of the loft on top of her sleeping space. The space underneath her bedroom was her office/computer space. Her ‘bedroom’ was completely open and included a large, walk-in closet and a small bathroom. The shower and other bathroom were downstairs on the main level. In the farthest corner from her main entry door sat a hot tub on a small riser platform, the corners being windows, floor to ceiling with drawable drapery now pulled to the sides, letting daylight into the room. She had plenty of floor to ceiling windows and her place was flooded with what sunlight there was on this cold, wintery day.

“What can I do to help with dinner,” I asked as I followed into her kitchen area. “You can open and pour us some wine, if you’d like,” she said, “I’ve prepared everything already and all I have to do is let the oven do the work.” And so I did as asked, while she busied herself doing her thing with dinner. Both of our chores done, she toasted me with a clink of our glasses, and we headed for the conversation pit/living room/TV room area of her loft.

She stopped at a curio cabinet and opening a bottom drawer, she brought out a handsomely carved wooden box, bringing it with her to join me on the couch. As we chatted, comfortably by this point I might add, she nimbly cleaned and rolled a fat joint. Finished with that one, she began a smaller joint explaining that the ‘big boy’ was for after dinner, the small one she said, lighting it and taking a hit, was for now, handing it to me.

Savoring its pungy taste and odor as I drew it deep into my lungs, all I could say as I handed it back to her was “Wow!” She smiled, and nodded her acceptance of my compliment of her herb.

We sipped wine, finished the ‘wee boy’, the combination of wine and herb, mellowing us very nicely, thank you very fucking much. The oven dinged, we çeşme escort set the table and enjoyed a leisurely dinner, filling but not too much so. I ignored her protests and helped her clean away our dishes and such, and in a half-hour or so, we were done, the dishwasher turned on and put to work now.

Night had fallen and from her top-floor loft we looked upon the city lights, bright and numerous below us. There were taller buildings in the city, of course, but not near her loft; her building was the tallest around for several blocks by a couple of stories. The view was spectacular and mesmerizing and I told her so.

“Thanks, it wasn’t cheap, but I’m worth it,” mockingly, and leaning into me for support. I leaned back, finding the feel of her breast against my arm, I don’t know, comforting?

Her arm came around my shoulder, holding me to her. I stiffened for a millisecond but her breast pressing hard against my arm helped me relax. I don’t know why. Right about then, my head was so full of conflicting signals, that I’m not sure I could have told anyone my name.

It was a woman’s breast that was exciting you.

But, I’m not ‘queer’.

You masturbated thinking of her freckled cleavage.

But, I’ve masturbated thinking about ‘Ken and Barbie’ fucking.

You masturbated thinking of her freckled cleavage, for fucking sake!

I did, didn’t I?

“Brie, I’d better go while I still can,” I said, but did not feel.

“Oh no missy,” Brie said, “you have to help me finish that ‘fat boy’ I rolled.”

“Brie, if I smoke anymore, on top of the wine, I definitely won’t be in shape to drive,” I said, wishing it weren’t so.

“You don’t have to go, you know, you can spend the night,” She said to me, still hugging me softly to her, our breathing suddenly in synch. “I frequently entertain overnight guests. We can make accommodations,” She said, softly.

My stomach was doing flip-flops.

Why?

You know why.

No, why?

Because your sister thinks you’re a fucking ‘lesbo’.

It was one fucking time and we were fucking drunk and my sister doesn’t know about it anyway!

“Are you sure?”

“I’m very sure, Lynn” Brie said, “Now let’s relax and fire up ‘Mr. Big’.”

“Definitely not my last beau,” laughing, which caused Brie to laugh with me, her other arm wrapping around me, holding me, so I wouldn’t fall to the floor.

And then she kissed me. I didn’t move back. I didn’t close my eyes. And when she pulled back to gauge my reaction, I smiled. I fucking smiled like an idiot. Walking away from me towards the couch, she said, “You’ve got soft lips, very soft lips, Lynn.”

“Thanks? I think?” I said a bit confused by my own feelings. She laughed good-naturedly and patted a spot on the couch next to her as she picked up the fat joint, lighting it and passing it to me. I handed it back and before she took her turn, she asked if I’d like for her to ‘shotgun’ me.

Sure.

She took a hit, putting the doob in the ashtray, and placed her hands on the side of my head, drawing me to her. Her lips were on mine, my mouth opening enough for her to slowly blow the smoke into my mouth. Still holding my face in her hands, the ‘shotgun’ evolved into a kiss, what little smoke there was left, drifted from our lips as the kiss intensified. My mouth was enjoying what it was feeling, a familiar warmth growing in my crotch.

It took only the slightest pressure from her for me to lean into the back of the couch, the soft leather sinking slowly beneath our weight. I felt her hand lightly on my breast over my sweater, my nipples beginning to stir.

Pulling away, her fingers moved my hair from my eyes, she said, “Mmmm, but that felt nice, at least to me.”

“Me too,” I responded, “but you need to know that I’m in uncharted waters here. I’ve never made love with a woman before and unless I miss my guess, that’s on the agenda tonight,” the fingers of my hand stroking the side of her face.

“What’s on the agenda tonight,” kissing the side of my face and neck between words, “is for two new friends to enjoy the moment, and to let the magic of the moment take us where it will,” Brie said, still placing small kisses on my neck, her hand now softly caressing my breast.

And yes! It did feel good.

“The question for you, sweetheart, is whether or not your gut instinct is telling you that I can be trusted to take you only as far as you want to go. That’s the question, Lynn, do you trust me?”

Decision time, Lynn Marie, will it be door number one, two, or three?

continued in part 2…

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Hello everyone! Sorry for the long delay in this chapter, unfortunately life got in the way but here it is now. I’d like to thank all of those who have followed and enjoyed Quinn and Galen’s story; this will be the final chapter. I hope you all will enjoy it just as much as all of the others and please vote or leave a comment to let me know!

Also, I changed the POV to Galen’s perspective for the ending, I hope you all enjoy.

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I slowly woke to the sounds of Quinn’s father leaving for work; Quinn was staying home today due to what happened with Ryan yesterday. I looked down at Quinn’s sleeping form I held in my arms, God he’s so beautiful. He always looks this peaceful in his sleep, like nothing could ever bring harm to him when he is like this. Last night had been fantastic, Quinn had been so responsive when I took him, and then again three more times afterwards. Each time I made love to him was a completely different experience, like learning something knew about Quinn each time. Sometimes he likes it slow, other times fast; he truly is the perfect lover.

I kissed his neck then, light, open mouth kisses starting at the back and then making my way to the side of his neck. He began to stir then. I started to suck his neck gently, circling the area with my tongue. He let out a soft moan and opened his eyes only to moan once more. I rubbed my hand up and down his side, tickling his ribs each time. My aching cock lay nestled between his warm globes and I began a gentle humping motion between them. I brought my hand up to his left nipple and tweaked the tiny pink bud. Quinn shuddered as I gently nipped his shoulder, crying my name out in ecstasy.

“Ohhh g-g-god G-G-Galenn!” Quinn moaned. Quinn began to slowly push his supple bottom against my hard cock and moaned a little louder. “I-I-I w-want y-you i-ins-side.” He moaned out. I took my left hand away from his nipple and brought it down between us to position my cock for entry, using my pre-cum as lubricant. With my free hand I turned his head so I could kiss Quinn on the mouth.

“I love you Quinn.” I whispered in his ear. With that I pressed my aching penis against his quivering entrance, Quinn moaned as I started to breach his protesting sphincter. The feeling of his body surrounding the head of my cock was fantastic.

This. Was. Heaven.

With just the head of my penis inside I brought my left hand to his semi-hard penis and peeled his foreskin back and rubbed the head with my thumb. I raised myself on my elbow to look over his body and watched as I began to slowly stroke of his hot pink erection. While stroking Quinn’s penis I began to sink my own member the rest of the way into his heated rectum. Quinn let out a low moan as I bottomed out inside of him. I started a slow pumping of my hips and stroked Quinn’s hot little prick at the same rhythm.

“Ohh Quinn, you feel so good” I whispered next to his ear. His response was a high pitched moan as I pumped three times in quick succession, hitting his pleasure button on each stroke. “How does it feel Quinn?” He moaned once more and rocked his hips back. “Tell me, I wanna know Quinn, how does it feel to have my hot, hard cock pumping in and out of you as I stroke your penis? Tell me in detail how it feels, I want to hear you say it.” I whispered in his ear. I love talking dirty while making love, especially since Quinn is so modest; his blushes are just too adorable to pass up. Also, I just love hearing him vocalise how much he truly enjoys our making love.

“I-It feels l-l-like st-stret-tching. L-Like y-you’re st-stretching m-m-me, b-but i-i-in a g-g-good way. I c-can f-f-feel y-you m-m-mov-ving i-i-ins-side of me, rub-b-bing m-m-my i-i-ins-sides. Oh oh oh.” Quinn panted out.

“That’s what I wanted to hear, you have no idea how much you turn me on Quinn.” I whispered and then nibbled on his earlobe. I started to thrust in and out a little faster, I could feel my balls drawing up, I knew I was going to come soon. I pulled out of him – wanting to prolong it – and turned Quinn onto his back. Quinn began to protest but I cut him short by covering his mouth with my own. I snaked my tongue inside of his mouth and we rubbed our tongues together. I started to kiss my way down his jaw, suckling on it right before getting to his shoulder, lightly nipping him there. I proceeded with feather light kisses on his chest and then went for his sensitive nipple. He moaned as I circled the little bud with my tongue. I took his hardened nipple between my teeth and nipped at him gently before taking it inside my mouth and suckling it gently while flicking it with my tongue. Quinn was thrashing by now and moaning loudly, I had to hold him still as I repeated my actions with his other nipple.

I moved on from his nipples, sucking and kissing my way down his ribs to his flat belly, sealing my mouth around his naval. I sucked on his naval while darting my tongue in and out of the little button kocaeli escort as a preview of what was to come. Satisfied that Quinn got the message I kissed my way farther down, ignoring his aching penis. Quinn let out a whine of disapproval as I moved around it and kissed his soft blonde pubic hair instead. I lifted my head up and stared down at his throbbing member with his ball sack pulled up tight. I brought my face down and nuzzled his balls, smelling Quinn’s essence. I opened my mouth and took his left ball in, sucking him gently while swirling my tongue around the sensitive skin. Quinn was moaning in earnest now as I sucked on his balls harder, he was the instrument, and I the musician.

Letting his balls out of my mouth I lifted his legs up to expose his rosy bottom. I kept his legs in place while I dipped down and licked his soft cheeks. Getting the hint Quinn wrapped his arms around his own legs so he could keep them up, allowing me full reign over his ass. I continued to kiss and suck his cheeks for a few minutes before palming and rubbing them with my hands. I separated the cheeks of Quinn’s ass and watched as his small rosebud appeared. His hole had not fully closed from when I had entered him this morning and I watched as it fluttered beneath my gaze. Quinn was squirming a little, he was extremely shy about me seeing the most intimate part of his body. I loved that about him, the way he blushed as I stared at him here, it was incredibly adorable.

“G-Galen?” Quinn whispered.

“Yes Quinn?” He started to squirm a little more as I brought my thumb closer to his hole.

“W-w-what are y-you d-doing?” He took in a deep breath as a started to rub my thumb inside of his crack, avoiding the fluttering rosebud.

“I’m watching you Quinn. You’re perfect Quinn, especially riggghhhhhhtttt here.” Quinn held his breath as I brought my thumb to his hole and slowly pushed inside. I pushed my thumb all of the way in and then slowly drew back; he was still slick with my pre-cum from earlier. I took my thumb out and replaced it with my index and middle finger and thrust them in and out quickly. Quinn was moaning loudly now, making all sorts of wonderful noises as I thrust my fingers in and out. I changed my angle just a bit and found the spot I wanted, Quinn’s prostate. His body jerked as I hit his button every time I thrust my fingers into him. I eyed his balls, bending forward and taking his balls within my mouth as I continued to thrust my fingers in and out, in and out. Quinn was trembling now as I licked my way up his penis, paying special attention to his now purple head. He thrust his hips forward, urging me to take him into my mouth. I quickly obliged his request and engulfed his aching penis, taking him into my mouth as far as I could. He started thrusting into my mouth as fast as he could, I knew he would orgasm soon, his body was extremely tense, toes curled, hands holding tightly to the bed as if he might fall off with the force of his oncoming orgasm. I stopped thrusting my fingers in and out and instead started to rub his prostate, applying a firm pressure to his pleasure spot.

That did it, he let out a loud moan and jerked his hips harder and then went completely still as his semen exploded out of his penis. I could feel his penis inflate a little more as each spurt jetted out of his cock and hit the back of my throat. I moved my mouth up so that only the head of his cock was inside of my mouth so I could taste his essence. He tasted terribly delicious, I felt as though I were even more connected to Quinn than I already am, if that’s even possible. Quinn let out a shaky moan as his cock deflated a bit, and his spurts started to lessen in power, now only oozing out of his piss slit. I licked at his slit, seeking more of his nectar. At this he began to jerk his hips away because the head of his cock was extremely sensitive after his orgasm, but I held on tight.

“G-g-g-gal-l-len! P-p-please l-l-let it o-o-out!” Quinn begged. I reluctantly released his semi-erect penis from my mouth, kissing the head before moving up Quinn’s body.

I still had some of his cum inside of my mouth, swishing it around with my tongue I leaned down and kissed Quinn, urging him to open his mouth. Immediately he opened up, allowing me to share his own essence with him. For the next few minutes we swished his semen back and forth between us, simply tasting the other. I swallowed what was left in my mouth of Quinn’s cum as he pulled back away from me, ending our kiss. He swallowed and then looked down at my throbbing penis.

“I-I-I w-w-want y-you i-i-inside m-me.” Quinn said, blushing. As much as I loved his shyness, I was glad that Quinn was getting better at expressing what he wanted.

“Ohh I planned on it.” I whispered into his ear as I brought my hand underneath him to his ass.

I went straight for his hole with my fingers only to find that he was still ready from my previous ministrations just moments ago. I smiled mischievously as kocaeli escort bayan I brought his legs up over my shoulders and positioned my hard penis at his fluttering hole. I held his gaze as I pushed my hips forward against his hole, both our bodies shuddered as the head of my cock popped inside of Quinn. The way Quinn’s tight passage was fisting my cock was driving me crazy, I wanted to just pound into him, drive my cock to the hilt immediately. But I knew if I did it would all be over too fast and I wanted to prolong and enjoy our love making.

I slowly sank my cock into his tight heat, my body quivering with the urge to thrust. Once fully in I leaned forward and hungrily attacked Quinn’s mouth with my own. As I thrust my tongue into Quinn’s mouth I slowly withdrew my cock from Quinn’s body, taking all of it out except for the head. After which I just as slowly sank back into Quinn. Quinn pushed his bottom upwards, trying to make me go deeper faster; I grabbed his hips with my hands and held him in place much to his disappointment.

“I want to make love to you slowly right now.” I whispered to him.

He nodded to me and I began to slowly and gently rock my hips into his body causing both of us to whimper and moan at the pleasure that created. I could feel the pleasure building in both of our bodies as his hole gripped my cock tightly. Quinn was once again rock hard and squirming beneath me, I tried to keep the urge to pound into him under control but after so long it was impossible and much to Quinn’s delight I began to rapidly thrust my cock into his body. I grasped his cock and started to jerk him off at the same speed as I was fucking him at. He moaned loudly at the assault on both his prostate and his aching hard penis. I thrust even harder then, hitting those pleasure filled nerves with my cock repeatedly with each thrust as I stroked his cock with great speed.

Not long after Quinn let out a long and loud cry as his cock spurted out his seed for the second time that morning. I could feel his anal walls grasping my cock even tighter, rippling around my penis with each wave of his orgasm. With the extra stimulation to my cock I quickly followed him and enjoyed the most satisfying orgasm I’ve ever had. I tensed up as my semen exploded out of my cock and into his body, each wave of my orgasm more satisfying than the last. I collapsed on top of Quinn as our orgasms finished, his sticky cum gluing us together.

“Th-th-that f-f-felt s-s-so g-g-good.” Quinn panted.

“Agreed.” I responded.

We just laid in silence for the next few minutes, only the sounds of our heavy breathing could be heard. The silence was broken by the rumble of Quinn’s belly, effectively reminding him that he had not eaten yet. We kissed once more before pulling apart from each other, my now soft cock coming out of Quinn with a pop. I stood up and looked down at Quinn’s naked body, his soft penis nestled in his pubic hair looked so sated. He blushed at my gaze and looked away, I picked him up then and threw him over my shoulder and walked out to the kitchen.

“I-I-I’m n-n-not d-dressed!” Quinn protested.

“You don’t need to be.” I responded and then gave his butt cheek a good squeeze with my hand.

“B-B-But m-m-my d-dad-“

“Is at work. And I want to eat naked.” I interrupted him. Quinn sighed and quit his struggles then.

We ate breakfast and spent the rest of the day in the nude, a lot of it in bed or just cuddling while we watched some T.V. We did get dressed around four-thirty because his father got finished work at five. I suppose seeing his son –who he is extremely protective of-cuddled up naked with me wouldn’t exactly be a good impression. I had been able to hear his thoughts in the morning before he left for work, he planned on speaking to Quinn about me and our relationship. I could tell he was worried about the possibility of Quinn getting hurt.

“Your father will be home soon Quinn.”

“I-I-I kn-know.” He moved his body backwards, snuggling against me as we lay on the couch.

“He wants to have a discussion with you when he gets home, it’s best that I not be seen here by him.” I felt him tense a little, from his thoughts I could tell he didn’t like the idea of me leaving. I kissed his head and pulled him closer to me. “I’m not leaving, I’ll stay inside of your room while he talks to you.” He relaxed a little at that.

“W-w-what d-d-does he w-want to t-t-talk a-about?” Quinn asked.

“He wants to talk about you being gay, he wants you to know that he knows and that he still loves you. He also wants to talk to you about me and our relationship together.” I told him

“W-w-why d-d-does he w-want to t-t-talk a-a-about u-u-us?” Quinn asked.

“He worries about you and doesn’t want to see you hurt, that’s all.”

“I-I-I’m j-just w-worried th-th-that h-he w-w-won’t be o-o-okay w-with you.” Quinn said.

Just then we heard a car door in the driveway, I kissed Quinn and told him it would izmit escort be alright and then made my way up to his bedroom. I could hear the door downstairs open as Jackson entered; I wanted to know what Jackson had to say so I laid down on Quinn’s bed and separated my spirit from my solid body. In spirit form I made my way downstairs and into the living room to see what Jackson would say to Quinn about us.

“How’re you doing Quinn?” Jackson asked.

“I-I-I-I’m f-f-fine, y-y-you?”

“Pretty good, long day. So umm .. Galen seems nice, he a good friend?” Jackson asked, I could tell he was unsure of how to approach the subject.

“Y-y-yess, he r-r-really i-i-is.” Quinn replied.

“Quinn I umm, I need to talk to you about something.”

“W-w-what?” Quinn asked, sounding a little nervous now.

Jackson stayed silent for a moment, I could hear him in his head contemplating how to ask the question. Once deciding on a way he took a deep breath and looked Quinn in the eyes. “What kind of relationship do you have with Galen?” Jackson asked.

Quinn looked really nervous now although he tried to hide it. “W-w-what d-do y-you m-m-mean?” Quinn whispered, unable to look Jackson in the eyes. Jackson walked over to Quinn then and sat beside him on the couch, putting his arm around Quinn and pulling Quinn close to him.

“I know Quinn. I know that you are gay. I don’t want you to be afraid of what I think about your being gay because I still love you. You’re my son, being gay won’t ruin my love for you. I need you to know that.” Jackson said. Quinn nodded against Jackson’s chest, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. I could feel Quinn’s emotions and he was close to tears. Hearing me tell him that his father knows he is gay and still loves him and then hearing his father say it are two totally different things. “So, tell me about your relationship with Galen. I want to know that he is good for you, everyday I’m worried that you will get hurt, I don’t like to see you hurt Quinn, so I want to know that Galen won’t hurt you.” Jackson said with a shaky breath.

“H-h-h-he w-won’t h-hurt me d-dad. H-h-he l-loves m-me, and I-I-I l-love h-him.” Quinn whispered.

Jackson stiffened at Quinn’s announcement of love, “Quinn, I think it’s a little too early to say stuff like that.” Jackson said.

“N-n-no it i-i-isn’t.” Quinn said, sounding a little unhappy.

“Ok, it isn’t too early then.” Jackson said softly, not wanting to make Quinn upset.

Quinn nodded and then looked away. He could not see me but he could sense that I was in the room. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms and wings around him, he would not be able to feel me the same way he would feel me if I were in my solid form but he was able to feel a warmth accompanied by a slight tingling sensation. I could feel Quinn relax, he knew that I was touching him and he was grateful for it. I could hear Jackson’s thoughts, he was worried Quinn was going to get hurt, he also planned to talk to me about this the next time we met.

“Quinn?” Jackson asked, breaking the silence.

“Y-y-yes”

“Have you and Galen …” he broke off for a moment, clearly uncomfortable. I knew what he was going to ask, and Quinn was hoping he wouldn’t. Jackson took a breath and then continued. “Have you and Galen had sex? I know you probably don’t want to talk about this but I need to know that if you are that you are protected properly.” Jackson stated quickly, getting the words out fast before he could change his mind.

I had to smile at Quinn’s face; he was beet red with embarrassment. He didn’t answer right away; instead he looked down at the ground and took a few deep breaths. This was answer enough for Jackson, this told him that Quinn and I were indeed having sex, what he did not know was that we don’t use protection, for obvious reasons, those being that I am an angel and cannot contract nor give any diseases. I listened more intently to Jackson’s thoughts, he was extremely uncomfortable with the fact that we were having sex so soon, but more so than that he was uncomfortable with the mechanics of sex between me and Quinn. He was thinking in stereotypes, Quinn was small and fragile, I was bigger and stronger than Quinn and to him that meant that Quinn was the submissive –which he’s not entirely wrong about, though I couldn’t care less as to whether I’m submissive or dominant, as long as it’s with Quinn I’m happy- and he was not too comfortable with the idea of me being the dominant partner during sex. I imagine it is much like an over protective father and his daughter, only this time it’s and overprotective father and his gay son.

“Quinn? You use protection don’t you?” Jackson asked, afraid of the answer. Now Quinn isn’t a very good liar but if he said “yes” to Jackson’s question Jackson would likely assume the topic of conversation is the cause of Quinn being uncomfortable while answering the question.

Quinn looked at Jackson and nodded, “Y-y-yes, w-w-we d-d-do.” Quinn said softly.

“Ok, that’s um good.” Jackson replied quietly.

“D-d-dad?”

“Yes?”

“I-I-I’m s-s-sorry.” Quinn whispered.

“What for?” Jackson asked, a little confused.

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It was a warm evening late in March. De Soto, Texas was a wonderful place to live. I was out in the back yard mowing and getting the yard ready for Spring. Jessie, my college bound neighbor had stepped out to chat for a while. I heard a car pull into the driveway, looked at my watch and said well she’s right on time. Just a moment later Gail came through the gate and into the backyard. As he had done before, Jessie locked his eyes on her. No doubt all day long men had done the same thing and thought the same thoughts Jessie was now thinking. She had stopped by the tanning salon on her way home and obviously had not put on all of her undergarments. Her nipples were protruding through her blouse and her legs were the way I like them, bare. She could see that we were both looking at her breast and made them move even more as she got closer to us. It’s funny how a woman’s stride can bring them to life. I got a hug and she winked at Jessie.

I reached out to playfully pinch her left nipple and she flinched and turned sideways. I put my arms around her and pulled her towards me, back first. My hands and arms were under her breast and as I hugged and kissed the back of her neck she tried to squirm away. I then wrapped my arms around her and picked her up and began swinging her around in a circular motion. Her legs were opened and Jessie got a view of her panties each time her crotch came around. I slowed the rotation each time her legs were facing him so as to ensure eye contact. As I stopped, we both were dizzy and I turned loose of her and she stumbled in Jessie’s direction. He reached for her and got a hand full of titty. It was a good move on his part, She was dizzy and couldn’t stand up. I knelt down in front of her to get my balance and was looking up her skirt. No panties!

Jessie had gotten a glimpse of her fur, and now was holding her up by her breast. I told him to hold on to her as I stepped between her legs and folded my arms under each one and lifted her up. Jessie wasn’t sure what her reaction to this playing would be so he was a bit apprehensive about where his hands should or should not be. As we got her in the air she was laughing and giggling at the predicament she was in and the fact that she knew that I knew she wasn’t wearing panties. Her skirt was about six inches from that pretty black pussy. Jessie’s grip and erratic movement was pulling her blouse up almost exposing her breast.

As we toyed with her, My dick got very hard. I knew that Jessie’s had to be too. I kept bouncing her up and down trying to get that skirt up higher but it wouldn’t expose her. I let go of my grip on her legs and her feet went to the ground. Jessie relaxed his hold and as she regained her balance she leaned towards me. She wasn’t through playing and I know Jessie was glad. I flipped her around again and ran my right arm through her legs and my left under her left side and lifted her up to my torso. My right forearm was directly in her snatch. I looked at Jessie and all I could see was the bulge of his dick protruding through his shorts. Gail saw it too. I was impressed! I moved her so that the wetness of her pussy was getting my arm wet. My left hand had her left breast in it and I just squeezed her from both ends. Finally I put her on her feet and she turned, looked at me and punched me in the stomach.

I reached out and grabbed Gail by the collar and kissed her square on the mouth. I spun her around again and pressed my hard dick straight in to the small of her back and lifted her up off the ground. Her legs opened for just a moment and Jessie got another quick shot. I held her tight for a moment and then slowly released my hold. She began to slide out of my arms. She was sliding but her cloths were not. I looked at Jessie and his eyes were fixed on her thighs. Her pussy was almost looking at him when her feet touched the ground. The skirt fell back into place and I could see the disappointment rush over his face. But, I still had a hold around her ribcage and held her so that her midriff was exposed. Again she tried to squirm away and I let her go to the ground. I rolled her over on her back and began goosing her.

I straddled her body and gentle sat down on her tummy and pinned her arms up over her head. kocaeli escort Jessie’s dick was now at my eye level and she could see it as well from her angle. As I raised up she kicked her legs up which through the hem of her skirt up to her crotch and when I settled down on her again I pinned the skirt above the hair line. Jessie’s hand went to his face and a sheepish grin let her know that she was now truly exposed! My dick was hurting. I didn’t now whether to keep going or release her. Then I just stood up and grabbed her outstretched hands and pulled her to her feet. I stood her up, got another kiss and she headed for the back door. She said she was going in to take a muscle relaxer and a hot bath.

And with that we were alone again. Jessie had never said much and now he was speechless. I shouldn’t have let her go in so quickly. I told him what a gem she was and that it took a lot to embarrass her. We had walked back over to the mower when something caught Jessie’s eye behind me. The bath room light had come on. I turned and looked at it and then asked him if he wanted to have some more fun. He said yes. We went over to the shed and got a latter and went to the window.

The miniblinds were open just enough to look in and see what was happening. I went up first and looked in at Gail as she was sitting on the toilet. I motioned for Jessie to come up and look. We were in a tight position about three feet in the air and the cover of darkness was upon us. He looked in just as she stood up and leaned over the tub to turn the water on. Her ass was right in our line off view, she couldn’t have given us a better look at her pussy lips if she had been trying. She was bent over at the waist and her sex was glistening in the light. A rear view of the female genitals, such as this one, can absolutely take a man’s breath away. Jessie sighed and made an adjustment in his shorts. Her breast were in that hanging position that makes a man want to milk them.

Gail loves bubbles. She had put plenty in the water and they were rising as fast as our peckers had! Then she stepped into the water and slowly disappeared. All but her head was now hidden from us. I looked at Jessie and told him to stay put. This wasn’t over yet. I went into the house, got two wine coolers and headed for the bathroom. I stepped in and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. Gail was very calm, she reached for a cooler and downed it real fast. I reached into the water and bubbles and exposed her breast to the eyes of the young man in the window. I slowly rubbed the nipples and fondled the entire breast for his pleasure. I had taken one drink from my cooler when Gail reached for it and finished it off. As she handed me the bottle, I took it and placed it in the water between her legs. I moved the bubbles so that Jessie could see that I was slowly slipping the open end into her pussy. Slowly the bottle disappeared inside her. I moved it in and out and she began to smile. The more I moved it, the more she moved. It didn’t take long for an orgasm to hit her. Her pussy came up about eight inches out of the water as she came. He was able to see it all. She slowly sank back into the water and I removed the bottle.

Gail wasn’t much of a drinker. It didn’t take much to put her out. The two wine cooler’s and the hot bath along with the muscle relaxer hit real fast. Just after the orgasm, Gail fell asleep. I reached up to her face and shook her head but it was two late. She was out. I had to get her out of the tub but she was to slippery and all covered with bubbles. I looked up at the window and motioned for Jessie to come inside. I heard the door shut and he made his way to the bathroom. He stood at the door and I told him she had passed out and that we needed to get her out of the tub. I released the drain and the water level went down, only problem was all those bubbles! I told him to come in and help me. He stood at the door and hesitated not knowing if she would wake up or open her eyes and scream or what.

I assured him it was all right and to hurry. I told him to reach up and turn the shower head towards the wall and I turned the water on. I adjusted the temperature and then he turned the head toward her body. The bubbles and suds were now running off kocaeli escort bayan her nude body exposing the bare flesh. I reached down and put my hands under her armpits and tried to pick her up. She was total dead weight and very slippery. I got her up but realized that she still had to much soap on her and gently sat her back down. Jessie was totally scared stiff and moving the shower head up and down her body. I leaned forward and opened her legs so that the water could rinse the suds out of her snatch. This blew Jessie’s mind. I was kneeling at her open knees and reached down and rubbed her wet patch and separated her lips to get the soap out. I told him to hold the water on her pussy and fingered all the soap out of it. I realized my dick was hard and hurting. As I started to stand up, my right arm brushed against Jessie’s extended penis. I was thinking that I myself needed to see this thing!

I turned the water off and we looked at her. Man she was amazing. Her head was lying towards the shower wall. Her breast just lay there moving up and down with each breath. The water was slowly running down her thigh to the black hair that now glistened in the light. We need to get her to the bed. I looked at Jessie and he agreed. I bent down and gently leaned her forward. I put my hands under her arms and cupped her breast with them. I lifted her up and motioned for Jessie to get her legs. He put his left hand under her right ankle and raised it up. His right hand scooped up her left leg. His eyes were trained on the patch of hair directly in front of him. We raised her up and suddenly I realized that we were in the same, yet opposite position from earlier in the yard.

He had positioned himself between her legs as we carried her out of the bathroom and into the bedroom and over to the bed. In one awkward move, I pulled the covers down on the bed and we put her on it. I pulled the sheet over her body but left her left leg exposed. I let out a loud sigh and looked at Jessie and laughed. I said, Man I ain’t believ’in this!

He mumbled and said he couldn’t either. He was looking at the tanned leg that was still exposed. His dick was still erect and his eyes were saying that he wanted to see more. Well there she was, totally wasted and very vulnerable. The water still on her body was being soaked up by the sheet. You could see her features being highlighted as the cotton sheet gave in to the moisture. It was just another turn on. She was my wife and I was totally in charge!

I reached down and slowly removed the sheet. There before us was all this candy just waiting to be tasted. I put her arms over her head and fluffed the pillow. The only light in the room was coming from the bathroom. Her tummy was sunk in and her pelvis bone was raised up. Her breast were again moving with her every breath. I could hear Jessie breathing. His eyes were feasting on my wife’s nude body again. I broke the silence and told him to touch her. Again he sighed. It’s alright. Touch her. He started to lean forward but stopped short. Don’t be afraid, just touch it. I took his arm and moved it toward her pussy.

I placed his hand on it and let go. Instinct took over and he started to caress it very slowly. I stepped to the end of the bed and took hold of her ankles and gently pulled her legs apart exposing her genitals. I told him to slip his finger in the slit and move it up and down. That move always brings a reaction out of Gail. Her body twitched and Jessie stepped back thinking she had woke up. I motioned for him to take up the same position and finger her some more. My dick was aching now! I wanted to see him do more and had no plans of stopping. I reached down and opened the slit so that we could see the vagina.

He stuck his finger in and Gail moved again. I showed him her clit and motioned to caress it. Gail started moving her hips and the pelvic bone raised up. I told him to apply more pressure to the clit. I took his right hand and placed it on her left breast and motioned for him to finger the nipple. Again Gail moved as she had in the tub earlier and came to orgasm. Her facial expressions were that of pure pleasure. I had seen them before during some of the sexual games we had played. She was relaxed now, and izmit escort in a deep sleep.

Jessie’s dick was bulging again. I wanted to see it and quickly reasoned how to do just that. I picked up Gail’s hand and motioned for him to step closer to it. His shorts were loose and his dick was long. I placed her hand on the top of his penis and let go. It was like he wanted to explode. He jerked backwards causing her hand to fall to the bed. I popped him in the back of the head and said man lets do this right! Drop your shorts! He looked at me as if I was crazy. I told him that if he wanted her he would have to drop em. He looked at her and then looked at his bulge and dropped em. His dick had mine beat by about two inches! It was what I thought it would be. I motioned toward her hand and he placed it on his rod. I took it and squeezed it around his dick and gave it a couple of forward and backward jerks and he raised up on his tip-toes. It feels good, doesn’t it?

Oh yea, he said. My hand was also touching it. I don’t think he realized it. It was a thrill that I had never known. Gail moved her head and that got our attention. Her face was facing the side of the bed where we were standing. I put my hand under her head and moved her mouth closer to the edge of the bed. Her hand fell back to the bed and he stepped up to her face at my prompting. I tilted her head and put my thumb on her chin and opened her mouth so that he could slip the head in. He was trembling and I just knew he was going to cum at any time. As his head touch her lips, I opened her mouth a little more and about an inch of his tool went in side. That’s when it happened! With out any warning, a spirit of cum came out and hit Gail ‘s lips and teeth. But that wasn’t the end of it. He had a hold of this monster and it was spraying everything in it’s path! Another stream down her chin, across her breast and stomach. I was trying to keep him pointed in the opposite direction that I was standing in. I held him in the direction of her pussy and he unloaded a big glob right in her nest. I don’t know how Gail kept from hearing him with all the “uh-uh-uh-uh and oh’s!

Finally it dried up but never lost it’s hardness. I took his hand and caressed the cum covered pussy. I opened her legs again and he slipped his cum covered fingers in side of her. Caress, I said. She loves that. Again he brought her to orgasm. I looked at Gail’s face and the cum that was on her lips was gone. She must have swallowed it. My dick was on fire! I told Jessie to get on the bed. He did not hesitate. Her legs were wide open and he crawled into position. I told him to stick it in. He awkwardly tried to get it in but had a little trouble. As he held himself up, I reached for his rod and guided it in for him. That pleasure that only a man knows hit him as her pussy engulfed his dick.

He started the motion but I knew he had already shot his wad. Still up and down, in and out. Gail just lay there with out a care. Then suddenly, not ten minutes after his first explosion, he was doing it again. He was filling Gail with hot cream and about to rip her body in two. I got so excited that I two started to cum and barely got my dick out when it rained all over her side and arm. Jessie pushed himself up and stood at the end of the bed looking at her. Cum dripped from his penis and hit the floor. It was so quiet that you could actually hear it touch down. All I could say was Damn! That was good. He just stood there for a moment and then realized his condition. I gave him a part of the sheet to wipe the excess off. He then reached for his shorts and slid into them.

I’ll never forget his next words, “will she remember this in the mornin’?”

No, I said. She won’t ever remember it. I motioned toward the door and we went out to the back door. As we stepped out I told him that this would be our secret. He agreed and started home. He looked up at the bathroom window and smiled. I went back into the house and started down the hall to the bedroom. I stepped over to the dresser and hit the off button on the minicam. I headed in to the bathroom and kicked the sheet out of the way. Steam was filling the bathroom and the mirror and micro lens had already started to fog over. I quickly undressed and stepped into the shower and kissed Gail on the back of the neck. I ran my hands all over her body and said Girl! You are one fine actress! I don’t think we can ever top this one!

We added the tape to our collection.

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Melissa slowly opened her eyes and looked around the room trying to put her brain into some sort of order. She stretched and yawned. As her eyes looked around the room it slowly began to come back to her. The reason her body felt sore, yet strangely satisfied. She jumped out of the bed, her eyes stretched wide with fright. Oh god, she was in the room behind the bar! Naked! What was she going to do?

She could see that there was just a bath a toilet and the bed in the room and only one door. The one she knew led to the bar. She didn’t want to exit through the bar. She walked across and squatted over the toilet, letting a golden stream of hot pee hit the pan with a hiss. She winced as it stung her sore abused cunt. She took hold of the toilet roll and was surprised to find that it was soft not rough as she had expected. She carefully wiped her cunt.

She decided to get back into the bed. She had just re-covered her body when the door opened. Outlined in the doorway was the big bear of a man with the enormous cock. He smiled as he walked over to the bed and handed her a mug. She looked at him in surprise. She could smell the coffee that it contained.

She sat up to accept the coffee. As she did so the cover fell allowing her breasts to be free to his gaze. She was about to grab the cover when she realised that she didn’t care if he looked at her. She sipped the coffee as he gazed at her breasts. His eyes drinking in the roundness, and the large areoles topped off with the small cherry nipples. He licked his lips as he looked. Melissa watched him as he watched her. She suddenly realised that her own body was becoming hot under his gaze. Her cunt was growing damp.

The big man must have sensed this because he laughed. “You growing hot again, baby?” he asked Melissa tried to deny what was obvious. The man held out his hand and said ” Butch “. She took it and said “Melissa”. They held hands and laughed. Butch let go of her hand and placed his hand on her breast, playing with her hard nipple. Melissa sipped her coffee then placed the empty mug on the side of the bed. Butch now had both hands on both her breasts, teasing her nipples.

Melissa wriggled. Her cunt was now wet. Butch bent his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth. Licking and gently biting it. Melissa shivered. Butch removed his mouth from her nipple and removed the bedcover from her body and dropped it to the floor. He then put his mouth back to her nipple teasing, making Melissa moan.

Butch placed his hand on her cunt. Melissa jumped. Butch realised then how sore her cunt must be. So he gently rubbed his finger along her wet cunt. Melissa moaned. Butch took this as assent. So he slowly inserted his finger into her cunt. Slowly fucked it in and out. Being surprisingly gentle for such a big man. Melissa pushed her hips against his finger. He gently added another finger and fucked her faster. Melissa kocaeli escort moaned and was surprised to realise that she was so wet that it didn’t hurt. She closed her eyes and moved her hips more. She felt Butch add a third finger to the two already up her cunt. Though stretched there was no pain. Only pleasure. She was wetter and more slippery then she had ever been. She moaned loudly. Butch positioned himself between her legs. He removed his fingers at the last moment and pushed his enormous cock up her cunt. He grunted as he thrust slowly up her wet and slippery cunt.

Melissa pushed upwards with her hips, pushing his cock up her cunt more. She felt how his cock stretched her, filling her. She loved the feeling. Butch moved faster as she got wetter. She moaned as he thrust harder and faster. He then groaned and thrust right to the hilt. Jerked and shot his load into her. Jet after jet of hot spunk hit her womb. Melissa shuddered and came. Wet and sweet all over his balls. Butch lifted his head looked into her face and laughed. Then he bent and kissed her. She smiled. Butch withdrew his cock and stood in front of her, naked showing his cock in all its wet glory.

Butch looked at Melissa and spoke. ” You are one hot bitch”. Melissa laughed and nodded in agreement. ” I have a different crowd in tonight.” he paused not quite knowing what to say. Melissa looked at him. Guessing, but wanting this man to say the words out loud. ” Would you? ” Melissa laughed. She took pity on him. Nodded her consent.

He wordlessly took her hand and led her naked into the bar. A cheer rose. Melissa suddenly felt as if everyone in the bar had watched the sex she had just enjoyed with Butch. She looked at Butch and he smiled at her. She relaxed slightly. The barman walked over and handed her a glass containing rum and coke. She tossed it back in one. The people in the bar cheered.

Butch placed Melissa on a new table in the middle of the bar. The tabletop was cold to her arse. Melissa shivered. A man stood up and walked towards Melissa. He smiled at her then suddenly grabbed her legs spreading them wide; he thrust three fingers into her wide-open cunt. Melissa jerked at the suddenness. The man bent and took her nipple in his mouth as he fucked her cunt with his fingers.

Melissa was suddenly aware of another pair of hands holding her legs and touching her breast. Then a hard cock was thrust into her mouth. She licked and sucked this cock, enjoying the taste. The man thrust fucking her face with his stiff cock. Melissa was surprised when she realised that her legs were now shackled to the table that had somehow been split. Taking her legs as wide apart as humanly possible.

She felt her cunt being entered by a hot cock. He fucked her hard and fast. As did the man in her mouth. They both thrust in unison. They shuddered and came together. Filling her mouth and cunt at the same time. Melissa moaned. kocaeli escort bayan She felt a gentle tongue licking at her clit and cunt. Then she was kissed by a tongue probing her mouth, tasting the cum in her mouth. She felt two mouths suckling on her nipples. She moaned. It felt so good. She felt a cock being placed in each hand. She closed her fingers around the cocks and slowly wanked them. Slowly moving her hand up and down the shafts firmly. She felt her cunt being filled by another cock. A hot stiff cock was also filling her mouth. She felt so dirty. Yet so very sexy. Being fucked in nearly all her holes.

As this thought went through her head. She felt a finger rubbing round her puckered anus. She wanted to move away from the probing finger but couldn’t. So she whimpered. The man thrust his cock further down her throat making her eyes bulge and her gag trying to push the cock out of her throat. The finger thrust into her anus as the cock thrust hard up her cunt. She would have screamed but couldn’t. So she gripped the cocks in her hands harder and became rougher with them.

She felt them stiffen and jerk shooting hot cum onto her breasts. She could feel it dripping down her sides. She heard someone groan and the man in her mouth came. Shooting cum down her throat. Then she felt the cock up her cunt spasm and shoot hot spunk inside her. She could hear the crowd clapping and cheering. Then she felt multiple tongues licking her body. Licking cum off her breasts. She had never felt anything like it before and shuddered to an orgasm.

She felt something bushy against her cunt and looked down to see a man with a bushy beard licking her cunt. She had tingles running through her body. She giggled as the man’s beard tickled her most private parts that were now on public show. She felt her head taken in a pair of hands, a tongue licking her lips so very gently. Then as she sighed and opened her mouth the tongue danced with her own tongue, a gentle sensual dance. Making both of them breathe heavily. Then she felt her breasts being covered in kisses. In fact her brain registered that every exposed part of her body was being smothered in kisses.

Melissa shook and moaned against the tongue oh so gently kissing her. She thrust her cunt into the man’s bushy beard as she came writhing and moaning, gushing sweet nectar into his mouth, covering his beard too. When he stood up to thrust his cock up her wet slippery oh so wide-open cunt, everyone could see her cunt juices glistening in his bushy beard. He sighed happily as he slipped his swollen hot member up her hot wet cunt. The man kissing Melissa also changed positions and replaced his tongue with a stiff prick. Melissa sighed she just loved sucking cock.

The prick in her mouth was thicker then average; her mouth was stretched as he thrust in and out, making her shudder and gasp. It tasted so very good. When he shot his load izmit escort into her mouth she swallowed it all. Moaning in near ecstasy. She felt the man fucking her tense, he withdraw and shot his spunk all over her stomach and breasts. There was no shortage of mouths willing to clean the spunk from her body.

She felt herself being unshackled. She sat up and was handed another drink, which she drank gratefully. She looked round the barroom and saw at least twenty or more cocks being stroked. She also saw at least four acts of cock sucking.

Melissa saw three black men approaching her. She gasped as she saw the size of the men’s cocks. She was lifted off the table and one of the black men lay on the table. She understood at once, as she was help onto the table too. She lowered herself onto his stiff cock. Impaling herself up her wet juicy cunt. She sighed in pleasure as the cock filled and stretched her cunt. She moaned as she had a big black cock placed against her lips. She opened her moth put out her tongue and licked all over his shaft before drawing him deep into her throat. It was his turn to moan. She was enjoying the cock in her mouth so much her brain didn’t register that her ass hole was being assaulted until the thick black cock was past her sphincter muscle and was part way up her back passage. God it hurt but felt good too. Pleasure and pain. She would have howled in pleasure had it not been for the cock filling her mouth. She had every orifice filled and god she loved it. She thrust her hips back to meet the two thrusting cocks. The prick in her mouth throbbed and grew indicating that he was about to shoot his load.

He withdrew and shot jets of spunk onto Melissa’s face. The men fucking her cunt and ass also withdrew and shot their loads over her body. As she opened her eyes she saw at least ten cocks all being wanked over her body. One after the other they shot their loads onto Melissa’s body. When the last one had shot his load not one inch of Melissa’s body was cum free. Melissa screamed and had a mind-blowing orgasm. She saw stars and screwed up her eyes as her cunt pulsated and danced gushing sweet nectar, so that it dripped down her thighs to mingle with the cum that covered her body and the floor. The crowd hooted, shouted, clapped and cheered.

Butch walked across to the table smiled at Melissa’s cum covered body. Picking her up he carried her once more to the room behind the bar. Placing her in the warm scented water, he cleaned her of cum that smothered her body. Licking it from her breasts before rubbing the bar of soap over them. Making her nipples jump to attention and her breasts jiggle. He laughed and asked if she hadn’t had enough for one night. Melissa looked at him with her come to bed eyes and grinned. He lifted her from the bath and dried her body. He grinned at her obviously aroused body. Suckling her nipples as he dried her.

He carried her over to the bed, tucked the quilt around her and told her to sleep. As he left the room Melissa grinned to herself and realised that she loved being fucked. She knew she wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon and didn’t want to.