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Merhaba, adım Elif, 23 yaşındayım. Bundan 4 yıl önce üniversite okumak için İstanbul’a geldim. Liseye kadar okuduğum şehirde tutucu bir ortamda yetiştim. Yine de çok baskı altında olduğumu, ya da bu durumdan şikâyetçi olduğumu söyleyemem. Ama İstanbul’a geldikten sonra, nerdeyse hiçbir şey yaşamadığımı, ne kadar monoton bir hayatım olduğunun farkına vardım. Başta kendim gibi içine kapanık taşralı kızarkadaşlarım vardı, ama zamanla hem onlarda değişmeler, hem de benim ortamımda değişmeler oldu. Üniversitedeki birinci yılımın sonunda ders çalışamadığımı bahane ederek eve çıkmak istedim. Ailem ilkin sıcak bakmasa da, derslerim için iyi olacağında direterek müsadeyi kopardım. Eve çıkınca masraflarım arttığı için bir mağazada önce part time, sonra full time çalışmaya başladım. Derslerim de fena değildi, yani en azından okulu normal sürede bitirebilecektim. Bu süre zarfında erkek arkadaşlarım oldu ve bakireliğimi kaybettim. Ama yoğun bir seks hayatım yoktu.

İstanbul’da iş çıkış saatlerinde otobüslerin nasıl dolu olduğunu bilirsiniz. Böyle bir akşam işten eve dönmek için otobüse bindim. Şoförün ısrarlarıyla arkalara ilerledik. Arka kapının oraya kadar vardım ve rahat gitmek için bir alt basamağa geçtim ve demire yaslandım. Üzerimde dizimin az üstünde bir etek, içimde gömlek ve üstümde de parkem vardı. İçeride insan yoğunluğundan camlar hep buğulanmıştı. İnsanlara bakarak vakit geçiriyordum. Arkalarda 6-7 kişilik bir grup vardı, kendi aralarında muhabbet ediyorlardı. Voleybol veya Basket takımından gibiydiler, hepsi de eşofmalıydı ve yanlarında spor çantaları vardı. Sanırım maçtan veya idmandan dönüyorlardı.

Ben dalmış bir halde onları incelerken, bir tanesinin bana baktığını fark ettim ve o an için göz göze geldik. İçimden, (Sıkılmayacağım, onunla bakışırken yolculuk zevkli geçecek!) diye geçirdim. Birbirimize kaçamak bakışlar atıyorduk. Bir müddet sonra çocuk arkadaşlarının yanından ayrılıp bana doğru geldi. Ben böyle bir şey beklemiyordum. Ben sadece ona bakarak yolumu tamamlamak niyetindeydim. Yanıma gelince utandım, muhabbet açmasın diye arkamı döndüm. İşte burada büyük bir hata ettiğimi sonradan anladım.

Benim arkamı dönmemi tamamen yanlış anlayıp, arkama yanaştı. Yağmurdan kaçarken doluya tutulmuştum sanki. Arkamdan yaslanmaya başladı. Hiçbir şey düşünemiyordum, utancımdan kıpkırmızı kesilmiştim. Aklımdan türlü şeyler geçiyor, ama kılımı bile kıpırdatamıyordum. Benim bu tavrımdan cesaret almış olacak ki iyice sokuldu bana. Nefesini ensemde hissediyordum. Birşeyler fısıldadı, ama bir kelime bile anlamadım. Bir müddet sonra şoku atlattım, ama ne yapmam gerektiğine karar veremiyordum. Daha bir saatlik yol vardı. Sonunda, farklı bir heyecan olur, hem kalabalıkta kimse de farkında değil, zaten bir basamak da alttayız diye düşünerek, işi oluruna bıraktım. En fazla çocukla biraz oynaşır, zevklenirdim. Ben aklımdan bunları geçirirken bizimkisi ellerini kullanmaya başladı. Hafifçe popomu okşuyordu. Bir süre sonra sıkıp bırakmaya başladı, baya ön sevişmeye doğru gidiyordu olay…

Hafiften ıslanıyordum. Ve popomu oynatmaya başladım. Benden işareti alır almaz elini eteğimin altına doğru attı. Eteğim aşağıda olduğu işim elinin yetişeceği yere kadar sıyırarak bacaklarımı okşamaya başladı. İş daha da ilerliyordu ve benim aldığım zevk de artıyordu. Bir göz gezdirdim, kimse bizim farkımızda değildi, ya da ben öyle olmasını istiyordum. Arkamdaki genç belli ki az şeyle mutlu olmasını bilen biri değildi. Çünkü bu da ona yetmemiş ve eteğimi iyice yukarı sıyırıp, kalçalarımı okşayıp sıkmaya başlamıştı. Bense iyice kendimden geçiyordum sanki. Tanıdığım biri beni bu halde görse ne yapardım. Evet, seks tecrübelerim vardı, ama çıplakken erkek arkadaşımın izlemesi bile beni utandırırdı. Hâlbuki şu anda bir halk otobüsünde, yüzden fazla kişinin arasında, popom kabak gibi açık ve tanımadığım biri tarafından hamur gibi yoğuruluyordu. Aşırı derecede tahrik edici bir durumdu benim için. Sırılsıklam olmuştum. O haldeyken bana arkadan iyice kenetlenip, iki eliyle birden göğüslerimi okşamaya başladı. Tanrım, resmen sevişiyorduk. Çok zor durumdaydım, ayaklarım beni taşımıyordu. Demire yapıştım iki elimle.

Biz o durumda iken, iki kişi yaklaştı yanımıza, arkamdaki gencin arkadaşlarıydı. Ben kimse görmüyor sanırken, meğer onlar bizi izliyormuş. Başımdan kaynar sular döküldü sanki. Ne yapacağımı, ne edeceğimi bilemiyordum, yüzüm kıpkırmızıydı. Arkadaşları gelince arkamda genç ellerini göğüslerimden çekti ve elini üstten külotumun içine daldırıp, amımla oynamaya başladı. Birden bacaklarımın arasında, el olmadığını anladığım bir şeyin sıcaklığını hissettim. Aman Tanrım, çocuk bir eliyle amımı kurcalarken diğer eliyle sikini çıkarmış ve bacak arama sürtüyordu. Neler oluyordu böyle? Yanımızdaki arkadaşları da milletin bizi görmesine engel olduğu için arkamdaki iyice rahat hareket etmeye başlamıştı. Nasıl sikini öyle çıkarabilirdi aklım almıyordu. Ama kendi halimi de düşününce, bu çok da garip değildi sanki…

Bir taraftan diğerleri de hareketlenmeye başladı. Direğin diğer tarafında benim önümde duruyorlardı. Bir taraftan etrafı kollarken bir taraftan göğüslerimle oynamaya başladılar. Bu ara da arkamdaki geri çekildi, ne oldu ki diye düşünürken, külotumu aşağı doğru çekti. Ne gerek vardı şimdi buna? Zaten sürtünüyordu çıplak sikiyle, daha ne istiyordu ki? Olamaz! Yoksa sikecek miydi beni milletin ortasında? Önümdekilerden biri aşağı eğildi, ne oluyor derken külotumu ta aşağı indirip, teker teker ayaklarımı kaldırarak tamamen çıkardı. İş çığırından çıkmıştı artık, bu duruma bir son vermeliydim. Ama ne yapacaktım ki? Bağırsam, bir şey desem, külotumu onlara vermiştim, şimdi kime ne diyebilirdim ki? Ben bu düşüncelerdeyken, önümdekiler huzursuzlandığımı fark edip, direnmeyeyim diye iki elimle de direğe tutturup, ellerimin üzerinden tuttular. Bu halde ellerim hareket edemiyordu. Uysal bir koyun gibi her şeye razı bir şekilde olacakları beklemeye başladım…

Arkamdaki, külotum da olmadan sikini amıma sürtmeye başlamıştı bile. Ben birilerinin bizi fark edip rezalet çıkacağı için korkuyordum, ama bu korku nedense beni çok daha fazla azdırıyordu. Ve beklenen oldu, arkamdaki sikinin başını amıma dayadı! Anladım ki içime girecek ve beni ortalıkta sikecekti. Önümdekilerin de yardımıyla hafifçe öne doğru eğildim. Eteğim belime kadar sıyrılmış, külotum çıkmış, şimdi amım götüm meydandaydı. Arkamdaki genç yavaşça içime girmeye başladı. Çok zorlanmadım, ama sikinin şimdiye kadar olan erkek arkadaşlarımınkinden büyük olduğunu hissedebiliyordum. Yavaşça gidip gelmeye başladı. Acayip zevk alıyordum, önce dibine kadar sokuyor, sonra tamamen çıkarıyor, sonra tekrar sokuyordu…

Bu şekilde ilk defa sikiliyordum, ama çok zevkliydi. Ben bu duygu ve zevk yoğunluğundayken, hiç farkında bile varmadan diğer arkadaşları da yanımıza geliş ve takım toplanmıştı. Kapının orayı 6-7 kişi tamamen kapatmışlar ve otobüsün geri kalanıyla olan bağlantıyı kesmişlerdi adeta. Şimdi tamamen ellerindeydim. Bu arada arkamdaki yakışıklı beni sikmeye devam ederken, elini belimden çekip, eteğimin fermuarıyla oynamaya başladı. Ne yapıyordu ki, eteğim zaten yok misali belimdeydi ve götüm açıktaydı. Bir an sikini tamamen amımdan çıkardı ve geri çekilir gibi oldu. O sırada başka biri eteğimi aşağı doğru indirdi. Aynı külotumu yaptıkları gibi, ayaklarımı birer birer kaldırarak eteğimi tamamen çıkardılar. Külotum neyse de, eteğimi de onlara kaptırmıştım ve şimdi daha kalabalıklardı. Eteğimi mutlaka ellerinden almalıydım, yoksa ne yapardım? Eteğimi almak için bu saatten sonra bağırıp çağıramazdım, yoksa millet beni o halde görse ne derlerdi, rezil olurdum. Uslu bir kız olup olacaklara katlanacak ve insaf edip hiç olmazsa eteğimi vermeleri için yalvaracaktım.

Bu arada arkamdaki genç hızlanmaya başladı, sanırım gelmek üzereydi. Ve titreyerek içime boşaldı. Hemen bir başkasıyla yer değiştirdiler, arkama başka biri geçti ve sikini amıma yerleştirdiği gibi pompalamaya başladı. Bir taraftan önümdekiler de göğüslerimle oynuyordu. Hiç tanımadığım bir grup gencin ortasında, belimden aşağısı çıplak bir şekilde sikiliyordum. Yarım saat öncesine kadar mazbut bir Anadolu kızıyken, olaylar beni ne hale sokmuştu!

Gençler çaresizliğimin farkındaydılar ve hiçbir şeyi umursamadan durumun keyfini çıkarıyorlardı. İki tanesi önümdekilerle yer değiştirdi ve göğüslerimle oynamaya başladılar. Az sonra da gömleğimin düğmelerini çözmeye başladılar. Ben bağırmak istediğim halde, kimseyi uyandırmamak için fısıldayarak yalvarıyordum, “Lütfen yapmayın!” diye. Ama sanki bu onların daha da hoşuna gidiyordu. Ellerimden tuttukları için engel de olamıyordum. Gömlek düğmelerimi de çözdüler ve biri arkamdan sutyenimin kopçalarını gevşetti, öndekinin çekmesiyle sutyenim de ellerine geçti. Parkamla birlikte gömleğimi omuzlarımdan aşağı doğru sıyırmaya başladılar. Tam onları da çıkaracaklar, çırılçıplak kalacağım diye düşünürken, orda kaldılar. Nedenini bilmiyorum ama, buna ne kadar sevindim, anlatamam. Bir grup gencin ortasında, nerdeyse çırılçıplak kalmıştım ve sikiliyordum, ama bu halime bile sevinecek duruma gelmiştim.

Bu arada arkamdaki boşalmış ve yerini bir başkası almıştı. Önümdekilerden biri sikini çıkardı ve demirin üstünden başımı aşağı bastırarak sikini ağzıma verdi. Çaresizliğimden ve eteğimi geri alabilmek ümidiyle onu memnun edebilmek için nasıl sakso çekiyorum inanamazsınız. Bu şekilde kendi aralarında dönüşümlü olarak beni amımdan ve ağzımdan sikmeye devam ettiler. Şimdi aklıma geliyor da, iyi ki o arada hiç arka kapıdan inmek isteyen olmadı. İneceğim durağa gelmiş miydim, ne kadar zaman olmuştu bineli, inanın hiçbir fikrim yoktu…

Birden kapının ışığı yandı. Aman Tanrım birileri inecekti ve şimdi her şey anlaşılacaktı, mahvolmuştum. Derken elimi bıraktılar, arkamdaki halen sikmeye devam ediyordu. Otobüs yavaşladı ve bir süre sonra durdu. Arkamdaki de sikini amımdan çıkarıp, eşofmanını düzeltti. Ben eteksiz ne yapacağım diye düşünürken, beni kollarımdan çekiştirerek otobüsten indirdiler. Meğersem onlardan birisi basmış düğmeye, çünkü bizden başka inen olmadı.

Ohhh! İndiğimiz durak bir parkın kenarındaydı ve çok kalabalık değildi. Tam eteğimi isteyecektim ki, eteğimle uzaklaşmaya başladılar. “Hey! Nolur eteğimi verin bari, bu halde nasıl gideceğim?” diye seslendim. Bir tanesi, “Yavrum, eteğin bu muhteşem dakikaların hatırası olarak bizde kalacak, hem bu halinle çok sexysin!” deyip arkadaşlarının arkasından yürüdü gitti…

Parkem popomu tam örtmüyordu. Nasıl insanların içinden geçecektim, eve nasıl varacaktım? Parkemle önümü güzelce kapattım, ama aşağısı o biçimdi. Üzerimde bir parke, altımda görünen sadece bir deri çizme, tam bir hayat kadını gibi görünüyordum. Ama zaten az önce olanları kaç tane hayat kadını yaşamıştır ki?

Biraz aklımı topladım, en iyisi taksiydi. Bir taksiye atlayıp evin adresini söyledim. Taksici aynadan bana bakıyordu. Altımda bir şey yoktu, kısa parkeyle de oturunca her şey meydandaydı, neyle kapatacaktım? Yapacak birşey yoktu, hiç oralı olmadım…

Apartmanın önünde taksiden indim. Sanki ben görmeyince kimse de beni görmeyecekmiş gibi, kafamı öne eğip etrafıma bakmadan binaya girdim…

[Elif]

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İlk kez bir kızla beraber oluşum

Bundan yıllar evvel, Akdeniz’in sevimli bir tatil kasabasında yazlık bir evimiz vardı. Yaz aylarında oraya gider, tüm yaz tatilimizi orada geçirirdik. Ergenlik yaşlarındayken sitemizde oturmakta olan komşumuzun kızına aşık olmuştum. Aynı arkadaş grubu içinde takılıyor, grup halinde geziyorduk. Ama benim O’na karşı pek çok özel hislerim vardı. Fakat O bunların farkında değildi. Reddedilmek ve arkadaş çevresinde alay konusu olmak korkusuyla da bir türlü açılamıyordum.

Derken bir gece Ahmet adında bir arkadaşımızla benim aşık olduğum kız ortadan kayboldular. Meğerse iskeleye gitmişler ve öpüşmüşler. Ertesi gün Ahmet olanları arkadaş grubu içinde ballandıra ballandıra anlattı. O an içimden Ahmet’i öldürmek geçti. Tabi böyle bir vahşet hiç bir zaman yaşanmadı. Tabi aşık olduğum kız duruma çok ama çok bozulmuştu. Kız resmen yıkılmıştı. Diğer arkadaşlarımız da Ahmet’in yaşadıkları özel anları anlatmasını doğru bulmuyordu. Ama olan olmuştu bir kere.

Ne yaparsınız ki kızcağızı teselli etmek bana düşmüştü. Aslında O’na da kızgındım. Ama ne yaparsınız ki aşıktım. Hem aramızda bir ilişki yoktu. Kızdan hangi sıfatla hesap soracaktım ki? Hem yaşananlar tam anlamıyla gençlik hatasıydı.

Fakat zaman geçtikçe kız ile aramızda yakınlaşma başladı. “Beni bu dünyada en iyi sen anlıyorsun.” falan demeğe başlamıştı. Kısa bir süre içinde biz çıkmaya başlamıştık. Artık arkadaş grubu içinde beraber takılmak bizi açmıyordu. Çok zaman kalabalıklardan kaçıyor, başbaşa kalmak için fırsatlar yaratıyor, tenhalara kaçıyorduk. Aklımda hep Ahmet ile iskelenin üzerinde yaptıkları vardı. O’na hem kızıyor, hem aynı şeyleri yapmak istiyor ama bunları yaparken de hem Ahmet’in düştüğü pozisyona düşmek istemiyor, hem de O’nu incitmek istemiyordum.

Ben bu kadar ince düşünürken bir gece O bana “Yaa, sen ne biçim bir erkeksin” dedi. Bir türlü onu öpmüyormuşum. Ben de ona cinselliğin ikinci planda geldiğini, önceliğin aşk olduğunu falan anlatmaya başlamıştım. Sanırım o da bana bıyık altından güldü. tabi haklısın falan dedi. Çok sonraları fark ettim ki, aslında böyle konuşmakla yanlış yapmışım. Ama o gece ilk kes öpüştük ve hatta elbise üzerinden taze göğüslerini sıkıştırma fırsatı buldum.

O yaşlarda daha önce bir kaç kez kadınlarla beraber olmuştum, ama hepsi para karşılığı genelevlerde yapılmış, çok ucuz ve çok adi sekslerdi. Bir kızla hiç seks yapmadığımdan ne kadar ileri gidebileceğim ve nerede onu korkutacağımı tam olarak kestiremiyordum. Buyüzden üzerimde bir ürkeklik vardı. Daha sonraları itiraf ettiğine göre bu ona çok da çekici gelmiş.

Birinci ayımızı doldurduğumuz günün gecesinde kutlama yapmaya karar verdik. Ben bir şişe şampanyayla sahilde başbaşa kutlama yapmayı teklif ettim. Amacım sahilde alkol aldıktan sonra kum tepelerinden birinin arasına, gecenin de karanlığındanda istifadeyle gizlenerek sevişmekti. Zaten evlere gidemiyorduk, çünkü ailelerimizden birisi mutlaka evde oluyordu.

Şampanyamızı aldık, sahildeki şezlongların üzerinde ikişer veya üçer bardak şampanya içtik, ona biraz daha tenha bir tarafa gitmek istediğimi söyledim. Niyetimi o da anlamıştı. Çapkınca gülüşlerle başta biraz naz etti sonra aniden ayağa kalkarak elimden beni karanlığa doğru çekti. Karanlıkta kaybolmuştuk.

Kum tepelerinin arasında kendimize sota bir yer bulduk. Hemen yere oturdu. Ben de yanına. Bir iki dakika öylece oturduk. Sonra birbirimize baktık ve şehvetle dudaklarımız buluştu. Bir birimizi deliler gibi öpüyorduk. Tükrükler çoktan birbirine karışmıştı. Bir benim dilim onun ağzının içinde define arıyordu, bir onunki benim ağzımın içinde. 15 – 20 dakika deliler gibi öpüştük. Tabi bu arada ellerim memelerini tişörtünün üzerinden okşuyordu. Artık daha ileri gitmenin zamanının geldiğini anlamıştım. Çünkü nefesi iyice hızlanmıştı. dudaklarından ayrılıp, boynuna yöneldim. Boynunukah öpüyor kah yalıyordum. ellerim memelerini okşuyor, oradan beline göbeğine iniyordu. Ellerimi bacaklarının arasına koyduğumda ateş gibi yandığını fark ettim. Çok şaşırmıştım. Daha önce birlikte olduğum orospuların amları hiç böyle yanmıyordu. Hatta bazıları sikişmeye başlamadan önce amlarını tükrüklüyorlardı.

Bacaklarının arasını uzun uzun okşadım. Sürekli alev alev yandılar. Derken belini okşarken usulca ellerimi arkasından tişörtünün içine soktum ve sıyırdım. Sütyeniyle yanımda yatıyordu. Deliler gibi göğüslerini öptüm, okşadım, yaladım. Sonra ellerimi arkasına geçirip sütyenini çözmeye çalıştım. Fakat o da ne? Bir türlü sütyenini çözemiyordum. Bana güldü. Biraz doğrularak sütyenini kendisi çözdü. Tekrar kumların üzerine kendini bırakıverdi. Gencecik memelerini görünce kalp atışlarım hızlanmıştı. Direk yumuldum. Bu arada o da boş durmuyor, beni okşuyordu. Diğer yerlerim neyse de, şortun üzerinden aletimi okşaması çok hoşuma gitmişti.

Halimizi düşünebiliyor musunuz? Kumların üzerinde iki genç. Ben şort – tişört, o sadece altında bir tayt, üstü çıplak, sevişiyoruz. Aklıma filmlerde gördüğüm sahneler geliyor ve onları yaşamak istiyordum. Fakat eldeki bulgurdan da oluruz korkusuyla, gel senin ağzına vereyim falan diyemiyordum. Ama o devamlı benimkini üstten okşuyor ve beni sürekli zevkte tutuyordu. Cesaretimi topladım, memelerinin arasını ışlak ıslak yaladıktan sonra biraz doğruldum ve benimkini çıkarttım. Bir an durdu ve yaptığımı anlamaya çalıştı.

Bir hamlede göbeğinin üzerine oturdum. Benimkini memelerinin arasına koyarak, ellerini göğüslerini sıkıştıracak şekilde yerleştirdim. Gözlerini kapattı, başını arkaya doğru attı. Bende ileri doğru uzanarak göğüslerinin arasında gidip gelmeye başlamıştım. Tam tükrük kurumuştu ve hafif hafif acı vermeye başlamıştı ki, aletimin ucunda ıslaklık hissettim.

Bir de baktımki, kafasını kaldırmış gelip gittikçe benimkini yalıyor. Bu durum çok hoşuma gitmişti. Daha fazla şevk ile yapmaya devam ettim. Aklıma acaba ağzına alıp almayacağı geldi. Durdum. biraz daha ileri kaykılarak aletimin tümünü ağzına ittirdim. Hiç problem çıkarmadan tümünü aldı ve resmen somurmaya başladı. İyice başım dönmeye başlamışdı. O yerde yatarken üzerinde aletimi ağzına uzatarak daha fazla duramazdım. Fakat ağzından çıkmak da istemiyordum. Ensesinden tutarak kendimi soğuk kumların üzerine bıraktım. Şimdi ben altta yatıyordum ve üstte, o beni emiyordu. Üstü çıplaktı fakat altında hala taytı vardı.

Yavaşça uzandım, ellerimi tam taytının lastiklerinin arasına sokmuştum ki irkilerek ellerimi tuttu. “Ben de senin kini yalamak istiyorum, 69 yaparız.” dedim. Kesin bir ifadeyle reddetti. İyice gözüm dönmüştü. Artık tamamını istiyordum. Fakat bakire olduğunu düşündüğümden işimin olmayacağını tahmin ediyordum. Ama benimkini de artık bir yerlere sokmam ve boşalmam lazımdı. Hem gerçeği gibi olsun istedim, hem de belki de onu da biraz daha tava getirir, en azında bir ters ilişki yakalarım diye umarak bacaklarının arasına girdim. Şaşırmıştı. Üstünde tayt olduğu halde bacaklarının arasında gidip gelmeye başladım. Nefesi iyice hızlanmıştı. Belli belirsiz inlemelerle hırlıyordu. Fırsat bu fırsattır dedim. “Taytın benimkini acıttı, taytı çıkartalım. Nasıl olsa külotun var. Söz veriyorum sana istemediğin bir şeyi yapmayacağım. O külotu hiç çıkartmayız.” dedim. Kabul etti.

Artık incecik donunun üzerinde gidip geliyordum. Sıcaklığını aletimle hissedebiliyordum. Dudakları iyice açılmış ve ıslanmıştı. Külotu sırıl sıklamdı. Benimkini de ıslatıyordu. Şıpır şıpır sesler geliyordu. İyice kayganlaştığından şüphelenerek kafamı eğdim ve baktım, meğerse külotu gidip gelmelerimden iyice sıyrılmış, ben am dudaklarının üzerinde gidip geliyormuşum. Durumu fark edince iyice tahrik oldum. Tam boşalacaktım ki “Ufff… yeter daha fazla dayanamayacağım” dedi. Doğruldu. Yıkılmıştım. Tam da zamanında böyle şey yapılır mıydı?

Bak.” dedi, “Bana söz ver, bu tamamen aramızda kalacak. Kimseye söylemeyeceksin. Sır.” dedi. Nede olsa sütten ağzı yanmıştı. Şimdi ayranı üfleyerek içiyordu. “Tamam.” dedim. Yarın akşam daha iyilerini yaparız diye düşünürken külotunu tamamen çıkarttı ve tekrar kumların üzerine uzandı. Şok olmuştum. Benden ne istiyordu acaba? “Gelsene” dedi. “Sana hepsini vereceğim.” dedi. Derin bir şoktaydım. Kımıldıyamıyordum. Aşık olduğumu düşündüğüm kızın bakire olmadığını keşfetmiştim. O yaşımdaki aklımla şoktaydım. Elimden tuttu, beni üzerine çekti. Neredeyde kımıldıyamıyordum. “Hadi ama” dedi. Sonrada aletimi tutarak, başını dudaklarının üzerine koydu. Bana sadece ittirmek kalmıştı. Yüzünde tatlı bir gülümsemeyle gözlerimin içine derin derin baktı.

Tanrım diyordum kendi kendime. Orospu olmayan bir kadınla ilk kez beraber oluyordum. Çok heyecanlıydım. Deliler gibi üzerinde gidip geliyordum. O kah gözlerini kapatıyor, kah açıyordu. Ama belli olan bir şey vardı ki, o da onun bu işten müthiş zevk aldığıydı. Heyecanımdan bir türlü boşalamıyordum. Tam çok yoruldum artık bırakayım derken titremeye başladığını fark ettim. İlk kes bir kadın benimle sevişirken boşalıyordu. Hem sevinmiştim, hem de şaşkınlığım bir kat daha artmıştı. O boşaldıktan sonra durdum. Beni ensemden tutup kendine çekti. Dudaklarıma yapışarak beni uzun uzun öptü. Hala içindeydim. “Sen sanırım hala boşalamadın” dedi. “Ben senin için bir kez daha yaparım, devam et” Tekrar başladım. Dinlenmiştim de zaten. Uzun uzun gittim geldim. İlkinde kendini tutmuştu. Ama bu sefer daha rahat davranıyordu. Daha yüksek sesle, daha uzun uzun iniltiler geliyordu. Bacakları yoruluyor kah bacaklarını omuzuma koyuyor, kah yanlara açıyor, bir belime doluyor, bir havalara dikiyordu. Her farklı pozisyonda tahrik oluyordum. Ama ben birtürlü boşalamıyordum. Ben bunların hiçbirini orospularla yaşamamıştım. Resmen şoktaydım.

Sen pozisyonu sevmedin sanırım” dedi. Bir yılan kıvraklığıyla altımdan sıyrıldı, ne olduğunu anlamadan önümde domalıverdi. arkadan amına girmemi istiyordu. Bütün arkası kum içindeydi. Yanaştım. Fakat bir türlü denk getiremiyordum. Çok tecrübesisdim. İlk kez arkadan bir kadına yanaşıyordum. Eliyle tuttu, yolu gösterdi. Biraz becerdim, çıktı. Tekrar soktu. Bir türlü beceremiyordum, beceremedikçe de moralim bozuluyor, şevkim kaçıyordu. Halbüki filmlerde ne kadar da kolay yapıveriyorlardı.

Bana döndü “Yeter” dedi. “Uzan yere.” dedi. Uzandım. Üzerime çıktı zıplamaya başladı. Çok hoşuma gitmişti. ben de onun ritmini tutturmaya başladım. Ben hızlandıkça o da hızlandı. Derken onu biraz havaya kaldırıp, alttan sert vurmanın ne kadar zevkli bir şey olduğunu farkettim. Sanırım ağzımdan iniltilerle birlikte küfürler de çıkmaya başlamıştı. “Evet, evet. Yapabilirsin” diyordu.

İyice gözlerim kararıyor, gözlerimin üzerinde ve beynimde şimşekler çakıyordu. Boşalacaktım. Ama boşalırken üstte olmalıydım. Sert bir hareketle onu yere devirdim ve üzerine çıktım. Hızla, hırsla, durmaksızın dibine kadar sokuyordum. Hatta imkanı olsa taşaklarımı da içine sokacaktım. İyice içinde durdum, geliyordum. O da yine zangır zangır titremeye başlamıştı. Aklıma korunup korunmadığı geldi. Çıkarttım. Çıkarttığım anda da boşalmaya başladım. Hemen arkamdan o geldi. Arka arkaya boşaldık. Oluk oluk, dolu dolu, kıvamlı kıvamlı göbeğinin üzerine boşalıyordum. Bir yandan da iyice boşalayım diye elimle otuzbir çekiyordum. Sanırım o güne kadar hiç o kadar çok boşalmamıştım. “İyi oldu dışarı boşaldığın” dedi. Korunmuyormuş.

Yaz bitene kadar hemen hemen her gece beraber olduk. Ama hiç biri o ilk gecenin büyüsüne sahip olamadı. Sonradan söylediğine göre o gece defalarca boşalmış. Yaz bittiğinde farklı şehirlere dönmek zorunda kaldık.

Sonra farklı üniversitelere gittik. İkimizinde farklı sevgilileri olmuştu. Uzun yıllar pek görüşemedik. Yada eskisi gibi görüşemedik. Yaz tatillerinde karşılaşıyorduk ama hem eskisi kadar çok kalamadığımız için, hem de ikimizinde farklı sevgilileri olduğu için eskisi gibi bir türlü olamadık bir daha. Zamanla birbirimizi unuttuk. Bir tek o ilk gece unutulamadı. Yada en azından ben unutamadım. Yıllar sonra farklı insanlarla evlendik, ikimizinde akran birer oğlu var. Sanırım o geceyi o da unutamamış. Çünkü oğluna benim adımı koymuşlar.

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The three woke in Rob’s large bed. Sue was still holding Rob’s soft cock between her legs pressing against her two holes between her legs as he spooned her from behind. Terri was sleep on her back next to them. Some time during the night Terri had put her panties back on.

The first thing Sue and Rob did when the three of them were all awake was to remove Terri’s panties. Rob told her, as her sister pulled her panties down and off her feet, ‘Terri when you are with me in my house you can’t wear anything that I don’t put on you.” Terri was naked before him again.

After breakfast Sue told them she had to leave for a little while and would be back in about an hour. Actually Sue and Rob had planned this late last night after Terri had fallen asleep. Rob wanted some time with Terri alone and like a good sub, Sue obeyed. Sue when home leaving Terri to Rob’s lust.

Rob took Terri and led her down stairs to what Rob called his playroom. She was very excited since she had heard all about it from her sister. It was a room where Rob did all sorts of evil and nasty exciting things to Sue and gave her huge orgasms all during the time they spent down there. Terri was nervous but walked with him. He asked her if she knew anything about BDSM sex? She told him no. Rob asked, “Terri do you trust me?”

She looked at him and told him, “Yes!” He smiled and pulled her close kissing her and tonguing her mouth for several minutes before turning on the light in the room. She looked around and asked about the things in the room. Rob told her if she wanted she could see how each worked. She said in a low soft voice, “OK. I think I would Rob. Does it hurt?”

He laughed and told her there is a fine line between pain and rapture Terri. If performed correctly, pain only enhances pleasure. Would you like to try and see what I am talking about?”

She said timidly, “I guess so. But go easy. OK?”

He laughed again and said, “Of course Teri. I know you are new to all this and I will let you enjoy the different feelings you can receive down her in my playroom.”

He looked at her and she felt him see right through her. She shivered from his looks. He took her hand and said, ‘here let’s start with this one. He had her lay down on the table and slowly he moved her arms and legs to the secure cuffs, which then held her limbs firmly. He walked around to her side and slowly ran his hand down her beautiful smooth body. She moaned as she watched his hands work on her breasts. Rob took the smallest of the devises and squeezed her right breast pushing the nipple up and out. He attached the toy, which reminded him of his mother’s old clothespins. It was the type with the springs that closed the top and held the clothes to the clothesline. He used one to cover her right nipple. It closed around her nipple and squeezed it more than she would have liked. She told him, “Rob! That hurts a little.”

He said, “The pain will pass fast enough Terri. Just relax.” He moved to her other side and used his hands to squeeze her left tit and push the nipple up so her could do the same thing to her left nipple he had done to her right. She moaned out, “Ouch! That hurts Rob please take them off.”

He looked down at her lovely face and marveled at her fantastic body and slid his hand between her legs. She lifted as she felt him cup her cunt and squeeze it. She was wet and when he inserted his finger and started to move it around she forgot all about the nipple clips. She smiled u at him and said, “Mumm That’s feels nice Rob! Your hands make me feel so good.”

“Oh so you like that do you?, he asked her as he used his fingers to squeeze her pussy lips together making them puff up and out. He took the vibrator he had on a shelf under the table and rubbed her cunt lips with it. She arched as she felt the round cool toy press on those puffy cunt lips. She opened her eyes wondering what it was he had against her snatch. He took his finger out of her cunt hole and pushed the head of the big fake vibrating cock against her slit. He always loved the way a woman’s pussy opened when she was ready to be fucked. Nature was a wonder thing.

Terri’s pussy spread and the long cylinder rubbed up and down the length of her entire pussy. She smiled up at him as she felt the tool finally touch her hole. Rob teased her for a few minutes and then began to rub it around and around in small tight little circles against Terri’s pussy hole. She arched a few times letting him know she wanted it inside her. But he held it directly on her hole but not inside. It was making her feel so nice and warm inside. Terri was sure she was going to cum.

She moaned when she felt him turn the vibrating part of the toy on. She arched when she felt the vibrations directly around her cunt hole. He came down and kissed her. Then he whispered in her ear, “How are your nipples feeling now Teri?”

She moaned and told him, “They don’t hurt any longer Rob. In fact I can’t feel them.”

He removed the clamps and used bigger stronger clips. Again she cried out as they pinched tighter around her now very hard and long nipples. She lifted her canlı bahis cunt when he shoved it into her pussy. But he only put enough into her to spread her lips wide and let her feel her body opening. He smiled as she reacted exactly as all the other females he had down her before her. Terri’s pussy opened wider letting him begin to rotate the cylinder around the opening of her hole. She moaned when he pushed another inch into her hole. He bent his head and licked over her hardening clit, which was sticking out slightly from under the hood.

She moaned, “OH Rob! Oh yes baby! Lick my pussy! Lick my clit!”

He sucked it very hard and she arched in pain and pleasure. And began to hump her pussy on the toy inside her about an inch, no more. She rotated her hips and pelvis as she lifted her ass high up off the table. Terri moaned, “Oh yes! Oh yes Rob! Oh God that feel so good!! Ahhhhhhhhh God yes! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Oh yes Rob!!! Oh GOD YES!!! AHHHHH AHHHHH!! AHHHHH!!”

Rob watched as the beautiful young woman strapped to the table in front of him began to orgasm. He watched as she pumped her body on the toy inside her pussy and fucked herself. He loved to see a woman cum! He smiled as he said to himself, “We have just started Terri. You think that as good wait. You will love what is about to follow.”

Rob watched as the head of the toy cock got wet and slippery with Terri’s cum. She pulled straining on the cuffs that held her but they were thick and held her tight. When she had finished Rob pushed more of the toy into her pussy tunnel. Terri arched immediately and Rob bent down and began licking her pussy with his tongue and sucking it with his lips. Teri cried out, “OH FUCK YES!!! OH YES ROB EAT ME! OH YES I LOVE IT!!”

She began to rock on his mouth now moving quickly to what he knew would be a better orgasm than her first. She smiled as her body built and built faster and faster towards it. As it swept over her body Rob shoved the big thick vibrator deeper into her hole. She arched as hit hurt and pleased her at the same time. She grunted as she felt it spread her tunnel walls faster than she would have liked. It hurt her but then she felt her clit being stimulated and she moaned with the pleasure. It was a two-sided sword. Pain and pleasure were indeed sisters, each making the other better than if they were standing alone!

Rob continued to lick and suck her clit directly now as the toy moved deeper and deeper into Terri’s sweet young pussy. He now had 6 inches of vibrator inside Terri’s body fucking her slowly and easy. He turned the power up just a little and she felt it deep inside her now. She arched up and began fucking herself again. She moaned out his name as she humped and humped her pussy on his mouth and the thick cylinder inside her cunt. She told him in a husky voice, “More! Give me more Rob! Give me more if that thing! Put more in me! Oh yes! Oh fuck YES!!! Oh God! That feels so good!”

Rob smiled and turned the power higher! She screamed as she felt the toy move further into her cunt. The vibrator was now deeper that anything she had ever placed in her pussy. It was deeper than Rob had fucked her last night! It stimulated her deeper than she had ever felt. Rob pushed a little more and now had almost 9 inches buried in her cunt. “Jesus”, Terri said, how big is that thing?”

He laughed as he looked down at her and said, “15-inchs why?”

She looked at him and said, “OH god are you going to put it all inside me?”

He laughed and asked,, “Would you like me too? Would you like all of it inside you?”

Teri’s eyes were huge, opened wide and a scared look came to her face. She said, “I. . .I don’t. . . I don’t know if I can stand it Rob! Will it hurt?”

He laughed and aid, “Like the nipple clips Teri. If you can take it I’ll give it to you baby! But them you may not. You may bottom out before that. Should we see how much you can handle?”

She closed her eyes and continued to rotate her pussy on the tool fucking her. God it felt so good. She said, :A little more! Give me a little more.”

Rob smiled and said, “That’s my girl! Now relax Terri.”

She tried and watched Rob as he smiled down at her pussy and then she felt him push more of this wonderful toy deep into her body. As 10 inches went in she cried out, “OH!!! Oh wait!! Oh shit!! Pull it back! It hurts!! OH stop!! It hurts to bad! OH!!!God!! Stop! ROB!!! STOP!!!!”

He pulled it back about a half a inch. She settled her body back down on the table. She opened her eyes and tears were running down her face. He came to her and kissed her telling her to relax. He licked his way back down her body and kissed her pussy again all around her clit! It was huge now. Sticking out about a half inch and throbbing like her heart. She moaned as she felt the soft humming and felt the vibrations deep inside her. Then she felt something different. It felt like very light electrical shocks. She opened her eyes and saw Rob hooking something new to her nipples. He smiled and asked her, “Let me know how this feels Terri.”

She waited and then felt like her nipples were being hit bahis siteleri with tiny electrical shocks. It hurt for a second and then gave her a warm feeling around her nipples. She then felt Rob down at her cunt. With 9 inches of vibrator inside her Rob was now hooking similar clamps to the lips of her spread stretched pussy.

Then she felt it. The same type of shocks was now hitting her pussy! She moaned with pain one second and then with pleasures the next. She didn’t know what was happening to her body as she felt the shocks get stronger and stronger. And with each increase in the power of the shock she was receiving a stronger pain and then pleasure. She cried out the strongest orgasm of her life hit her like two cars hitting head on! It not only lifted her body, made her hips rotate and her pelvis thrust on the toy fucking it like some crazed sex starved bitch in heat, but it drove Terri higher an higher as Rob fucked her with it!

And then when Rob turned the power to the next level on both the toy and the clips, she screamed like she was being killed. But she was climaxing and climaxing and climaxing! One after the other hit her sweet pretty body giving Terri sensations she had never come close to experienced before.!! She screamed for Rob to fuck her harder, faster, giving her more and still more of the wonderful feels!!

She pumped and pumped her body faster and faster trying to give her self more of the wonderful feeling she was receiving all over her body. When he increased the power at the height of her last orgasm she collapsed and passed out!

“Sue,” he whispered. “Is she OK?”

Rob smiled and said, “Oh yes! That’s usually what happens when you push this stimulation a little more than the body can take. But when she wakes up she will have loved how she felt.:

He undid the restraints and picked Teri up carrying her to the bed. He placed her down on her back and Sue and he wiped her face and held her hand until Teri came around. She opened her eyes and then smiled up at both of them. Terri said, “My God! That was incredible! But what happened?”

Sue said, “You passed out. It happened t me more than once when Rob had me down here. Wasn’t it the most incredible feeling Terri? God I loved it!”

Terri tried to sit up. She wrapped her arms around Rob and held him. She kissed him and said, “OH yes!! It was fantastic! I loved how that big vibrator felt deep inside me. But, I wish it were your cock Rob! Would you fuck me? I would love for you to fuck me with your cock now. Please!”

He smiled at Sue and Sue smile back. Rob said, ‘Well you have to ask me proper Terri.

He asked her, “Who do you want?”

She said, “You Rob I want you.”

He said, “You want me to do what?”

She smiled knowing the game now. She said, “I want you to fuck me! Fuck me with your big hard cock.”

He laughed and said, “Sue, why don’t you make sure your sister’s pussy is clean. I’ll be right back.”

Sue dipped her head between her sister’s legs and Terri opened them wide for her. Sue could see how Terri’s pussy had been stretched and how wet she was. Sue placed her mouth on her sister’s wet warm pussy and slowly licked her clean of all her cum. Rob sat there watching the two women as he stroked his cock. It took maybe 5 minutes and Terri climaxed one time before Rob told her to more and he positioned his cock at her pussy hole as he knelt between her very spread thighs. He said, “Are you ready now Terri?”

She moaned and took his cock and guided it forward as she slid down a little on the cot. They both felt the big cock head move into her tunnel. She moaned loud as she felt it! Rob smiled at Sue as she stroked her sister’s face watching Rob push more and more of his big dick into her older sister’s cunt. She used her other hand to slowly stroke her own sex. As Rob pumped his cock into Teri, he could see Sue’s pink pussy lips and her clit as she sat there with her legs wide open and fingering her cunt. It made him even harder as he fucked into Terri.

Terri moaned and told him, “Oh yes! I love this! I love your big cock! Oh God it feels so good Rob! Give me your entire dick baby!”

He took hard and quick placing her legs high u[ on her body and pushed them against her breasts as he pounding into her pussy with a smooth strong rhythm. The power of his thrust drove Terri higher and higher with lust and want! When she climaxed for the first time with his cock in her, it was beyond her expectations and beyond any dream or fantasies she had ever had about being fucked.

He brought her o levels of rapture she never dreamed of as he pumped his cock hard into her. They had been going at it for a few minutes when he moaned and she felt him thicken. Neither of them wanted to have this over so quickly, so Rob pulled out and told Sue to go back down on her sister. She smiled and did willingly! Sucking and licking her sister into another orgasm. Terri was being introduced into new levels of sexual stimulation and feeling. The power of the sex was so strong she almost hurt her sister’s face as she climaxed on her tongue and mouth!

Sue could bahis şirketleri taste her sister’s cum and sucked more and more on her pussy milking it all out of her hole. Then Rob pushed her gently ands she moved so he could re-enter Terri’s body again with his very hard long cock. She began to orgasm almost immediately and continued to cum and climax until she was felt too weak to even raises her head.

After Rob had thrust into her a few times, Sue pushed him back. Then she placed her legs on his shoulders and lifted up until her rear hole was exposed. Her hands were trembling as she reached down and pulled her cheeks apart. “Put it in,” she hissed excitedly. “Fuck my ass again Rob”, She smiled at her sister as she said it.

Rob’s placed the large cock head of his penis at her tiny ass hole. He smiled as he remembered how it felt the last time he took her cherry back there! He slowly pushed forward and heard her moan and look back at his face. She smiled and said” Put it all in me! Fuck my ass Rob!”

He knelt behind her as his cock touched her circle around the hole. She could feel it warm on the skin and then he inserted the head completely inside her as. She moaned and he waited until it had stretched her enough! Rob used the juices from her cunt to wet his shaft and lubricant her ass. She was ready for more so very ready. And, Rob pushed and more of his cock went up into her ass. She cried out but didn’t stop him. Another push and another groan escaped her lips as his hips pushed the remaining 3 inches of his cock into her ass. He was now fully inserted.

He hadn’t cum yet but he was close. Her ass was so tight it held him like a vise. when he pulled out of me. His hands moved to her hips and he held her there for leverage as he began to pump.

With his hands on her hips, Rob pulled her toward him and pushed at the same time driving his cock in and out of her ass. She cried out, “Ahhhh! YES!! That feels so good! Fuck my ass Rob! Fuck me!”

He groaned as the head of his penis slipped along the walls of Teri’s ass. Her tight little hole squeezed him as the ring at the opening snapped shut. She even tried squeezing tighter with her muscles. The head of his cock felt like it was in a vise and he was about to explode.

Terri could feel his penis quiver and thicken inside her ass. Rob told Sue to get under her sister and begin to lick her cunt. Sue smiled and slid her head under her sister getting it between her thighs. As she looked up she could see Rob’s cock moving in and out of Terri’s ass as Rob was fucking her now with smooth strong strokes. Sue began to lick and suck on her sister’s cunt. Terri cried out s she felt three of Sue’s fingers begin to finger fuck her cunt. Sue’s mouth was covering Terri’s clit and when she began to suck it Terri screamed!

She was amazed that she could actually feel him begin to cum. That intensified her climax. And then she did. She climaxed and screamed again and again feeling all of her body being stimulated by either her sister’s mouth on her cunt or Rob’s big dick in her ass hole. She went crazy squeezing her cunt and ass holes giving Rob what he wanted, an even tighter hole to fuck. And fuck her he did! . When she thrust her as back into him the excitement and thrill of seeing Sue eat her sister’s cunt as he fucked her ass was just too much for Rob. He moaned and began to cum! He was cumming harder than he could ever remember. Both of them screamed in pleasure as Rob filled Terri’s rear hole with his warm thick seed.

“Yes, yes, was all Teri could get out of her mouth as her orgasm ran over her. “Oh God, oh God, OH GOG ROB! YES! I’m cummmmiiiiinnnngggg,” And Terri screamed over and over as she pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts. It was heaven to her.

When he was finished he slowly pulled his cock out of Terri’s ass and Sue right was there to clean his cock with a warm soft cloth. She was amazed that his cock was still hard. She smiled as she climbed up on him and sat on his cock. Sue had been fingering her cunt during the entire time Rob was fucking her sister’s ass. So it slid into her wet cum covered hole with almost no effort. Sue arched her back as she felt him enter her completely. As their bodies met she moaned his name and started to lay back on the bed. He stopped her.

Effortlessly his penis fuck her as she sat on him. God it felt huge inside her. He was filling her cum saturated hole as his hips began to move making his cock pump in and out of her hole. She loved it!

Then Rob surprised her and he picked her up and held her with his cock buried deep inside her cunt. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he stood up and walked her around the room. As he did he continuously moved his cock in and out of her pussy Sue had her legs wrapping around his waist and let him climax into her body as they walked! God she had never had anyone do that before!! None of the men she had had in her life since the age of 13 when she was first fucked, had cum in her as he held her and walked around the room! It felt unreal but god dam it felt good as his cock bounced up and down inside her as he walked. Finally as Rob reached his peak he stopped and squeezed her tight holding his cock as deep as he could inside her young tight pussy! She said to herself, “God it was so good. It was always good with Coach! Always!”

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Sometimes I just like to write a story about sex. This isn’t one of my emotional rollercoaster stories. It’s about a young man trying to find what he wants in life. A big ‘Thank You’ to Estragon for making this a much better read.

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My name is Royule James White; most people call me Roy. I’m considered mixed race. My mother is Hawaiian and my dad is a black American. So, I guess that makes me a black Hawaiian American. Dad never called himself an African American.

He would always say, ” My great-grandparents were born in America , my grandparents were born in America, my parents were born in America and I was born in America, so that makes me an American. And if I have a dark complexion they can call me a black proud American if they like. And if that causes anybody a problem, it’s their problem.”

Dad was born in Detroit, Michigan and joined the Army fresh out of high school. He is a lifer and will be retiring soon with thirty years of service. After his first year, he was transferred to Hawaii where he met my mother. Due to her pregnancy with me they were married after about three months.

Shortly after my birth, my dad was transferred all over the United States. Mom and us kids always went with him. I have a younger brother and two younger sisters. So I guess we were Army brats. We would stay on a base whenever dad went overseas. All in all I think we turned out pretty good.

About once a year dad would take us all back to Hawaii to visit mom’s family. We loved it there. I was the only one born there but it felt like home to all of us. When I was about thirteen Dad had an opportunity to get stationed in Hawaii as a drill instructor and later he became a recruiter. Other than being sent overseas a couple of times, he spent the rest of his career in Hawaii.

We finally had a permanent home and Mom’s family was happy we were all there. Dad had to leave for deployments a couple of times, so we stayed in Hawaii with Mom. We were always happy when Dad arrived home safe.

During my high school years I played sports and did a lot of exercise and weight training. I didn’t want a body builder type body but more of a lean muscled six-pack sort of body. I worked hard to get it and keep it. Needless to say, I have a dark complexion but my hair is short and actually rather curly.

Most people weren’t sure about my nationality or race. I would tell them I was born in Hawaii and since Hawaii is a State and both of my parents were born in the States, I was American. My close friends knew about me but it was fun when people tried to guess my nationality.

During my last couple of years of school a number of movies and TV shows were filmed in Hawaii. I was always picked as an extra. My looks and build were great for beach scenes, I was told. I never did any speaking parts.

My whole family would be in group or crowd scenes. We got paid for every day we were needed on set. A number of people had told me I should become a model. After graduation I was an extra in a TV show. One of the women who did makeup for the extras invited me to her trailer. She must have been in her forties.

She kept telling me how lonely she was and how long it’d been since she was home. As she was rubbing my six-pack, she pulled down my shorts and it wasn’t long before I was getting a hell of a blowjob.

This wasn’t anywhere near my first time having any kind of sex but it was my first time with a married older woman. It felt different. Before long I was sitting on her couch and she was riding me. Damn! It was just something about fucking another mans wife.

I must have had sex with her a half dozen times before I was no longer needed on the set. I must admit I liked having sex with older women much more than with girls my age. I didn’t have to worry about crushes or the women getting serious.

Martha, the makeup lady, was one of those who told me I should be a model. I really didn’t have any plans for my future yet. I liked working out but didn’t know how to turn it into making a future.

Martha introduced me to Norman Watts. She said he was an agent for a lot of stars and models. He looked a little snobbish to me but he said if I was interested he would take me under his wing.

I found out that it meant he would find me modeling jobs and TV spots. In turns out he would get twenty-five percent of my wages. I asked some of the movie stars and was told that was a high percentage to give to an agent but when I told them it was Norman Watts, they all said he was the best.

I had a talk with Norman with my parents present. He explained to me that I was an unknown and it would take a lot of work to make people aware of me. There were thousands of unemployed actors and models. He thought I had something special; it being my heritage. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

We set up a contract for five years. Any work I did in a movie, TV or modeling business, Norman would get his cut. I think he was gay; he always had young canlı bahis men at his side, but he never bothered me. He did introduce me to the right people and work was more than plentiful.

I had to leave Hawaii for months at a time and go to Hollywood. I really hated that part. I do have to say I met a heck of a lot of interesting people. Norman had the contacts.

I saw many movie stars and was an extra in some movies. The main projects Norman set me up with were as a model for advertising products. Most were in magazines and papers. I couldn’t believe I was making such good money. I was sending most of it home and Mom was saving it for me.

She was an accountant and made sure my money was safe. I didn’t need much to live on. I rented a trailer and drove a low-end leased vehicle. It seems funny when I look back and see I was pretty much a kept man. By that I mean that every product I promoted I had to use.

My clothes were pretty much paid for as well as all the cologne’s and other items I advertised. My meals were usually provided by the sets I was working on and there were small parties most every night.

Norman told me ahead of time that I was to give the quiet image. Don’t be seen dating any stars or being in the limelight. As he mentioned I wasn’t a speaker or really an actor. My main attribute was my looks. A very lean but yet muscular body. The cleaner my image the more he could sell me.

Don’t get me wrong here. Norman was a brain when it came to advertising. He didn’t say I couldn’t date, have sex with the ladies or all in all, just have fun. He just told me to be very discreet.

Being a model was really hard work. I know it might be hard to believe but I usually worked on photo shoots up to twelve hours a day. I made sure I hit the gym at least three day a week so I could keep my body in good shape.

A little about my sex life. I did as Norman mentioned and kept a low profile. I guess you could say I was the pretty boy in the background but it paid extremely well. I had sex at least four times a week. If people knew how many movie stars I had sex with, and especially who they were, it would hit the tabloids.

I did have sex with a lot of the younger women, but it was usually after parties and a little drinking. I didn’t drink myself but my partners sure did. The sex was always good but I didn’t want to get attached to any one woman.

Some of the movie stars would ask me to their trailers at night. These were the older married ones who everyone thought were happily married. They might have been happy in their marriages, but I guess they wanted their studs on the side.

It was just something special to fuck and suck a movie star, especially a married older lady. I don’t know if they wanted me because of my dark complexion, my six-pack abs or because I was the quiet guy.

I never talked much about myself except to say I was Hawaiian. I did like Norman said and answered as few questions as possible. He was my agent and he answered the questions.

I learned quickly what the women wanted. It was a stiff hard cock and to rub my body. I learned to eat pussy, fuck like a stallion and not to take any shit from any stars. I always met the married movie stars in clandestine circumstances. We’d fuck and suck and I would disappear, which was fine with me, and mostly with them too.

These married woman just wanted someone young and new and I gave them that. They had no intention of messing up their marriages and weren’t interested in affairs, just the one night stands. I always got a kick out of reading in the tabloids what great marriages my sex partners had.

Hollywood is just a different animal. It’s really a fantasy world. The people don’t seem real. You never knew if someone was being truthful or acting.

A couple of reasons I had sex with the married stars was because Norman had told me that they always had a lot more to lose than I did. That’s why the sex was safer. Also, there was no love involved, I could just get my rocks off and that was good enough for me.

I worked out at least three days a week and usually had a massage afterwards. It always felt great. I put in the long hours and followed Norman’s instructions. I got to go home and visit about every two months.

I really didn’t like my job after a while.

It was just too much of a fantasy and nothing around me seemed real. Everyone was always trying to outdo each other. It was even worse when Norman sent me to New York for a few shoots. These people were even beyond the fantasy land. For some reason they acted like they were untouchable.

It’s like they felt they had so much power that the world was theirs. For spite, I made sure I fucked the wives of the arrogant assholes. Those that wanted to treat me like a second-class person got what the Army would have called promoted to “CFC”–Cuckold First Class.

I was almost glad to get back to Hollywood. The first year really was a lot of fun and games for me. I made tens of bahis siteleri thousands of dollars and had all the pussy a young man could handle.

The second year was pretty good too but it became monotonous. It was basically the same thing over and over. I had my good days but I knew I wanted to do more with my life. I was making a six-digit salary, saving most of it, but going nowhere.

After the third year I talked with my massage therapist. He explained how he got started and how much he liked his job. I decided to start taking classes in being a Masseur. The more I thought about it, the more I was deciding that’s what I wanted to do with my life.

For the next two years I went to school to become a massage therapist. I also did my workouts and did it all around working my different modeling positions. I still left time for my sex life, so I was tired but happy.

On one of my trips home I talked to my grandfather. He was really old school. His parents and their parents before them were all from the Islands. The family owned thousands of acres of prime property before Hawaii became a state and so popular.

Throughout the years most of the beach front property that they owned was sold to large hotels and other big business interests. My grandfather kept one large piece of beach front land. It was about nine acres at the end of the beach. He also owned other property where we all lived.

He had been selling souvenirs in a small building most of his life. Behind his building he rented the land as parking spaces. He took in a handsome sum of money through the years.

“Grandpa, will you sell me some of the acreage behind your business so I can start one of my own?” That was our first conversation the first time I came home after I started massage school.

We talked about my plans and what I wanted to do.

“Roy, this land has been handed down from generation to generation. I can’t sell it to you. I want it to stay in the family forever.”

Every time I came home I told Grandpa more about my idea. I was really serious about starting a business. I was in my last year of my contract with Norman. I had made hundreds of thousands of dollars that Mom had invested for me. I even helped pay for my sisters to go to college.

Norman tried to convince me to sign on for another five years. He said he would even lower his commission rate to fifteen percent. I asked him why he didn’t just sign me for ten years to begin with.

“Roy, most models are only good for about five years. After that they seem to go downhill, but you stayed with the program I suggested. You kept working out and improving yourself. You kept the low profile, which made it easy to sell you as the good-looking wholesome man that women dreamed about. You always kept your sex life quiet and never made the tabloids. The advertisers loved it.

“Other young men would want to show off and tell who they had sex with. They thought it would improve their image, but it always hurt them as well as anyone they associated with.”

“Norman, thank you for all you’ve done for me. I’ll always remember you as the person that helped me out. I’m not a Hollywood or New York type person. I don’t want to be a celebrity. I want to go back home, be among family and start my own business.”

We shook hands and I said my goodbyes. I was headed home, back to Hawaii. I sat down and talked more with my grandfather.

I had told him what I had wanted to do. It was to open my own gym for exercising as well as a Massage Therapy center. I explained to him how I worked out and it felt good to get a massage afterwards. My plan was to get a lot of the local people to use the gym and massage rooms for a decent income.

I mentioned that by being on the beach that I could bring in a lot of vacationers. We could massage feet, legs and even handle sunburns, to name a few. I showed Grandpa my degree in Massage Therapy.

He knew I really wanted to do this. The problem was he didn’t want to sell the land that had been in the family, even though I was family. He could have sold it thousands of times throughout the years.

I explained to him that I needed to be on the beach area to attract the travelers. He told me he couldn’t sell the family land but would make me a deal. He knew I had a few hundred thousand dollars saved and was willing to risk it.

There was also the problem of his souvenir business, which he had no intention of giving up. It has always been his livelihood and even though he was getting old it was his way of enjoying his time. He only sold souvenirs that were made on the Island, as he would call it. A lot of the trinkets and clothing were made by other family members. It was the livelihood of a lot of the extended family members.

“What is your idea, Grandpa?” I asked.

He really liked me and I knew he wanted to help me out.

“Show me your plans for your building and tell me exactly what you want to do. I know you have had people, engineers and architects bahis şirketleri coming out here. Show me what plans you have.”

“Grandpa, I asked you if it was all right to have the people come to measure and make plans up for ideas. I would never go behind your back. I respect you too much to do that.”

“I know Roy. I’m interested in your ideas for the business you want.”

“So, if you like my ideas you might sell me the property here?”

“No sell property, I told you that. If I like idea I might lease you property.”

I didn’t quite understand but I showed him my plans. The building would have a large workout area in the center of the building. It would have all types of exercise equipment. To the far left of the building would be a number of private massage rooms. They would be for women only.

To the far right would be the massage rooms for men only. Each room would have a shower and there would be other showers and two hot tubs for relaxation for those wanting one after their workout. The showers and hot tubs would be behind the workout area.

Right now Grandpa’s business was a long building front, more of a hut style where he sold his souvenirs. I was going to move his business into the new building.

“Grandpa, I thought we could move your business into the new building. We would have a whole area set up for you. It would be a larger area than you have now. It would be in the front of the exercise rooms and we would have an all-window front so people could see inside.”

“What am I to do while they build this building?”

“I thought you could keep your building the way it is now until our new building is complete. It will be behind yours. After that we would take down your building, and move you into the new building.

“You would still have plenty of acreage to the side and back of the building for your parking.” He made a lot of money from people who wanted to park close to the beach or many that worked the other businesses on the beach front.

“You have good plans, Roy. How much this building going to cost?”

“Five hundred thousand dollars down payment plus the land. After that I will make payments. I have most of it and the bank said my credit is good and I can get a loan for the rest.” My grandfather smiled at me.

“You’re a good boy Roy. I’ll explain my idea to you. I will keep property in family. You build your building but I don’t want you to borrow money. If you need more I’ll get it for you. I’ll lease you the land under the building for long term, say fifty years.”

“I’ll need money to lease the land, Grandpa. How much will you be charging me?” I asked.

“One hundred a year,” he replied.

“A hundred thousand a year? I’m not sure I can pay that much Grandpa.” I could see my idea going up in smoke.

Grandpa laughed. “You’re my favorite grandson. I charge you a hundred dollars a year, not hundred thousand.” I cried.

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The construction started and the building was done in no time. It was a little sad when they took down Grandpa’s old hut building, but it looked great seeing him in an all-new glass enclosure.

During the period of the building was being built I had a lot of work to do to get started. I bought the exercise equipment, spas and everything else we needed. I had to find some good masseuses. I hope to have employees that already had certificates. I needed both men and women.

I advertised and received a lot of responses. I interviewed over fifty different people. Thirty had already been certified to do massages. I hired eight to start out. Others I put on a will-call or part-time list. I knew that in this kind of business I’d be going through a lot of employees.

After a while some would leave hoping to make it on their own, while others would get engaged or married and their respective partners wouldn’t want them rubbing other people’s bodies.

I asked my two sisters if they wanted to work at the gym/massage clinic. Zoë had become a nurse and I thought it would be good to have someone from the medical field on site. Kloey, my youngest sister, had recently gotten a degree in accounting. I was hoping that she would handle all the paper work and finances.

They told me there was no way they wanted to give massages. I laughed and told them I didn’t want them giving massages either but I wanted people I knew I could trust to help run the business. Besides they were both beautiful Hawaiian women and that couldn’t hurt business.

Zoë said she would do it part time so she could keep her other job at a doctor’s office. She did say if it worked out, that she would eventually come on board full time. She was married and did have a little girl. She could always bring my niece with her. After all we had family working here.

Grandma would often come and sit with Grandpa. We even set up tables outside where customers could sit and have a beverage.

I’m getting a little ahead of myself here. My brother was similar in build to me. He worked out often and I asked him to run the gym. He asked about doing massages but I told him he needed to get certified and then we’d talk. Till then I needed someone to keep an eye on the gym and equipment.

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I had just moved to a new city for a job. I didn’t know a soul and I was lonely and horny. After a few weeks at my new job I felt I needed some relief. On my way home from work I would pass a massage parlor. I had a few extra dollars saved up so I decided to stop in one evening after work.

I walked in and was greeted by a woman. She asked me if I wanted to see all the girls. I said yes and three other women appeared before me. I like full figured women so I chose the blonde with big tits and wide hips. She told me her fake name was Cherry. Cherry led me back to a room with a mattress. I paid the fee for an hour and was told to get undressed and lie down face first on this mattress.

Cherry soon returned and stripped out of her nightie garment. I took a look and was pleased with what I saw. Cherry’s tits were large and rested on her chest. Her pubic patch was cut down. Cherry got down to business and she spread baby powder on my back. I had my legs spread and she ran her fingers across my balls. She soon asked me if I wanted more than the regular massage.

We agreed to a price and I got the money out of my wallet. Cherry told me to turn over onto my back. Cherry took some oil and rubbed my cock with it. It didn’t take much stroking to get me hard. Cherry asked if I wanted to massage her. We changed places and I was soon fondling her body. When I touched her pussy Cherry let out these moans. She spread her legs wider as I touched her slit.

I joined her on the mattress. Cherry got wide for me. I climbed in between her thighs. Cherry reached out for my cock and guided me towards her opening. I eased my oiled up cock into her pussy. That got Cherry all vibed up. I started slowly and then went faster. I had all eight inches of my prick inside Cherry’s pussy. She soon wrapped her legs around my back. I gave it to her hard now. Cherry was breathing hard. Her tits were jiggling upon her chest.

“Are you getting close?” She soon asked me.

My hour was almost up. I nodded my head and fed Cherry for another minute or so. I ended up exploding inside her tunnel. Cherry canlı bahis used her muscles to squeeze my prick. I shot five or six ropes of my cum inside her tummy. I soon rested my dick inside her until I felt myself getting soft. I pulled out and my cream came spilling out.

Cherry slowly got up and walked to the bathroom. When she came back she had a wetted towel. She wiped my cock down and then I got dressed. As I was getting ready to leave she stopped me.

“I’m in a bowling league,” she told me. “Do you want to stop by tomorrow and see me bowl?”

I was sort of surprised. I wasn’t expecting that question. I said I could stop by. Cherry wrote down the name of the bowling alley and the address. She actually kissed me before I left. I drove home and looked the address up. It was on the opposite side of town from where I lived. I went to work the next day and then drove home afterwards. Cherry told me to show up around eight pm that night.

I was undecided right up until an hour before. It seems crazy for me to show up and watch someone bowl who just fucked me the day before. I had nothing better going on so I drove over to the bowling alley. Just as I entered I realized I didn’t know her real name. It sure wasn’t Cherry. When I walked in the attendant asked me if I was bowling. I said I was looking for someone. Luckily I saw her standing with her team.

“I see her over there,” I said to him.

When I got closer she saw me. She walked over and kissed me on the mouth.

I said something stupid like, “I’m Jim, remember me?”

She finally told me that her real name was Angie. We walked over to where her team was playing. I sure got enough stares from everyone there. Did these other people know of Angie’s true profession? For the next two hours I sat there. When Angie wasn’t bowling she placed her hand on the inside of my thigh and rubbed me there.

It ended up that Angie’s team won by the sum total of two pins. Everyone on their team was happy. Angie asked if I wanted to follow her back to her place. I got into my car and went to her apartment. When bahis siteleri we walked inside, Angie flipped on some lights and then put her arms around my neck and she kissed me.

“I was thinking about you for the past day,” she told me.

I told her that she was on my mind as well. We didn’t waste much time. Angie led me back to her bedroom. We stripped out of our clothes and got onto the bed. I was on my back when Angie moved up close to my dick. She took hold of her tits and then wrapped them around my rod. She slowly made me hard from the friction of her melons touching my prick.

Once I was erect Angie climbed over top of me. She took hold of my erection and guided my cock to her opening. She lowered herself onto my pole. Slowly she worked up and down my cock. I can tell you she was squeezing me hard. I reached up with both hands and I began to squeeze both of her large tits. Angie had to have been at least a ‘D’ cup in breast size. She did like that I was massaging her ripe melons.

Every time Angie lowered herself I brought my ass up and fed her my prick. She would cry out each time I pushed into her tunnel. I sure missed having sex on a regular basis. Angie knew how to take care of my needs. We both started to speed up. I was pumping furiously into her belly. I removed my hands from her chest. Her tits were now flopping up and down.

I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. I filled her belly up with my thick cock. We had much more time than in the massage parlor. We fucked for over an hour together. I finally felt my cum was rising up through my rod. I held out until the last second and then I exploded inside her tunnel. Angie screamed as she threw her head back.

I shot a geyser of cum deep into her pussy. Angie placed her hands on my chest. Her body was shaking from the orgasms she was experiencing. I kept thrusting as long as I could. I finally just rested my shaft inside her tummy. Angie pulled free of me. She got up and went to the bathroom. When she came back she used her mouth and cleaned my dick of our love juices.

“I bahis şirketleri didn’t know if you were going to show up at the bowling alley tonight,” she said.

I said I wanted to find out more about her so I needed to stop by. We discussed our lives. I told her I was a manager at one of the local banks. Angie said the massage parlor wasn’t her first choice of jobs. She was engaged to be married. Her fiance dropped her at the last moment. She wasn’t working right then. The massage position paid the bills. The various tips she got helped her to survive.

She wanted me to know she didn’t fuck every guy who wanted sex from her. I was one of the rare ones who got inside her pussy.

“Why me?” I has to ask her.

She smiled and said my cock was so large and thick. So many of the men who show up have small ones. I guess I impressed her with my dick size. The next part was tricky. Where did we go from here? Angie said she hoped I didn’t want just sex from her. At that moment, that was exactly what I desired from her. I lied and said I wanted to get to know her better.

Surprisingly, that is what happened. We spent quite a few evenings together. Angie was a good cook. She would prepare meals for the both of us. You might have guessed it. After the meal we hit the bed. I loved playing with her big breasts. She massaged my dick with those large melons. Her pussy was just the right size for my cock. I loved taking her in the missionary position.

I would push her knees back towards her chest. I would stretch my legs out straight and feed her every hard inch I had. Angie was very vocal in bed. She loved to beg for my prick. Sometimes I would pull out and just leave the head barely touching her opening. She said I was torturing her. I would end up shoving my rod in all at once. You should have heard her scream when I did that.

We now have been seeing each other for close to seven months now. I have hinted that I would like her to change her place of work, no more stroking men’s cocks. In the back of my mind I hope she isn’t sucking or fucking her clients anymore. Angie would like us to get engaged. I have to have her working somewhere other than the massage parlor before that happens.

Until I get that guarantee, I will continue to feed Angie with my fat cock most nights in bed.

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Cherie is bridesmaid at Karen’s wedding

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Author’s notes:

1. This is a work of fiction. The activities and practices described in this story are not necessarily either condoned or recommended. If you choose to do anything described in real life with real people you do so at your own risk.

2. All characters are fictional and any likeness to any living person is purely coincidental. The story is purely imaginary and, to the author’s knowledge, bears no relationship to any factual occurrence.

3. This is the sixth chapter of the ‘Mating Rituals’ series – it is a standalone story but will make more sense if you read chapters 1 to 5 first (and why would you not want to do that?).

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Lance held Cherie to his chest as she sobbed her heart out. Bel slowly stroked her back and ass, reassuring her that both her parents were there for her and both understood her hurt. Lance was lying on his back on their bed, his hard cock still buried deep inside his daughter’s vagina, where she had taken it half an hour earlier, an adult pacifier in a different orifice. She had just completed her story of her love and lust for Sean and their escapades in the wilderness, culminating in his confession that he was married.

“The bastard; the absolute fucking bastard,” she raged against her father’s chest, more tears trickling through his chest hairs. “If he’d told me at the start I wouldn’t have given my heart to him, just my body, but no, he had to lead me on and then dump me like a used tissue.” The fount of tears began with renewed volume as she shuddered and sobbed.

Slowly she gained some modicum of calmness and slowly she became aware of her father’s cock pulsating and waiting inside her. She began to reflexively move her hips, slowly and tentatively at first, feeling the reassuring pressures and sensations inside her body, feeling him begin to flex his hips in response as her mother continued to gently caress her back and ass cheeks.

“Ooohhh, Daddy, that feels nice. Love me, Daddy, please love me.”

“Oh sweetheart, I do love you, honey,” he replied soothingly in her ear, just let your feelings out and just feel the wonderful sensations deep inside you. Remember that although Sean’s gone, we’re still here for you and you will find your own special lover when the time is right.”

Cherie lifted her head off his chest and smiled at him with her tear stained face.

“Yes, Daddy, I know that, and I also know that until that time I have you and Mom. Thank you for that.”

She bent forward and kissed Lance on the lips, a long, seductive, tongue-wrestling kiss accompanied by an increase in her hip movements as she moved on his rampant cock.

“Yes, Daddy, fuck me hard, please fuck me hard, Daddy.”

Lance clasped her ass cheeks in his hands and used her like a fuck toy, pushing and pulling her body so he slid almost completely out of her before plunging back to her full depth, again and again, each thrust being accompanied by an ‘oooff’ as he penetrated her fully. As he bottomed out inside her he felt her hard clit press against his pubic bone; the knowledge that this was stimulating her also stimulated him, pushing him towards his release.

It had been ten weeks since he had made love to Cherie and although he enjoyed making love with his darling wife Bel, there was something about the youthful enthusiasm of his daughter that he had missed greatly. As he continued his movements he went forward in time in his mind, wondering, in the future when Cherie had found a permanent mate, whether there would still be a place in her life for loving him physically, as she was at this moment.

He felt her rhythm speed up, increasing its urgency, its need for release. He responded, flexing his hips in time with her movements, forcing himself further inside her, if that was possible.

“Ooohhh, yes, Daddy, yesssss, yessss, ooohhhh that’s wonderful, fuck meeeee, Dadddddyyyy, YESSSS, YESSSS, LIKE THAT, OOOOOHHHHHH, YESSSSSSS, I’MMMMM CUMMMMMKMINGGGGG!!” she screamed as she grasped his arms hard, threw her head back and pressed her hips down on his, her vaginal muscles undulating along the length of his cock, pushing him over the edge and milking his cum from him into the depths of her body. He reached up and grasped her breasts hard, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, causing her to let out another scream as her passion increased from the added stimulation.

After a long minute she slowly relaxed and snuggled back onto his body, both of them breathing hard as they relaxed in love’s afterglow, Bel snuggling up alongside them and wrapping her arms around them both.

“Thank you, Daddy, I really needed that,” said Cherie after a few minutes.

Lance stroked her hair silently, no words being able to express his love for his beautiful daughter.

Six months passed; Cherie busied herself collating data from the summer research and writing her doctoral thesis. It turned canlı bahis out that the study was bringing to light new and different aspects of wildlife behavior in the study area and turning many assumptions on their head. She was well recognized around the university as a woman who was set to go places and it seemed she had a brilliant future ahead in academia.

Deep inside herself Cherie felt she was dying. She had embraced her work whole-heartedly as a means of hiding from the world and her own perceived inadequacies in the social and, particularly, the mate-attracting aspects of her life. She was very happy with her love life at home, which was always available and was totally non-challenging. But sharing a sexual partner was not the same as having attracted one for herself, especially as the partner shared was her mother’s husband; her own father. She had pushed these feelings of inadequacy deeply inside her and had become a workaholic to avoid the need to confront them, or herself.

It was rare to receive mail, most correspondence in the digital age being conveyed electronically, so when a formal looking letter arrived she was excited. It turned out to be an invitation to Karen’s wedding. Cherie and Karen had kept in contact and she knew she was still seeing Frank, but had no idea it had progressed to the marriage stage. Included with the invitation was a hand-written request for Cherie to be Karen’s bridesmaid.

Bridesmaid!!

Cherie felt overwhelmed that Karen would even consider her for this position of responsibility. After all, in the cabin she had seen Frank naked, had even fucked him briefly, and she and Karen had spent many nights locked in love’s embrace. But then, she thought, why not? Why not invite the person who knew both of the partners better than possibly anyone else in the world to be the bridesmaid? Yes, she decided, she would definitely do this.

As the day of the wedding approached, Cherie was forced out of her routine by having to make decisions and arrangements relating to the pending wedding rather than the wildlife she so dearly loved. Finally Karen insisted that she take time away from both her work and her home to visit with Karen about eight hours’ drive away. Karen asked her to stay with them for two weeks before the wedding in their home, where they had been living together for the past four months.

Karen embraced Cherie as she walked up the front path, hugging her like a long lost friend, which in fact, she was. Once Cherie’s case was in her bedroom, they sat in the lounge catching up on the past little while.

“I felt really sorry for you at the heliport. There I was, deeply in love with Frank, with everything to look forward to while I saw you had just been completely rejected by Sean. I felt so helpless and by the time I realized that right then you needed a friend I turned back and you’d gone. I’m so sorry.”

“Yes, I was totally devastated. However, I’m over that now, at least that’s what I tell myself, and I’ve been working hard and have found a huge amount of information from the data we collected. I’m part way through my thesis, which I’m very pleased about.”

They chatted generally for an hour or so until Frank arrived home. He hugged Cherie and kissed his wife-to-be, before pouring himself a beer, freshening up the women’s drinks and sitting with them. Cherie updated him on her work and then asked what he was doing now.

“I’m flying helos now,” he said proudly, “Gained my full pilot’s licence a few months ago and changed employers so we could live together here. Life is good; I have the perfect work and the perfect fiancée and we’re getting married weekend after next and you’ve come to visit; what could make it better?”

After a short time Karen left to prepare dinner and Cherie and Frank chatted for a while about things in general then got on to the topic of Cherie’s love life, or lack thereof.

“I haven’t had a boyfriend since Sean,” Cherie confessed, “And in fact I’m beginning to think they’re more trouble than they’re worth.”

“So what do you do for sexual release? You’re not a nun and from what I saw you probably need a man every few days, if not hours,” he grinned at his joke.

“Well, you’re probably right, but I have that sorted.”

“How?” he asked, pushing for titillating details.

Cherie blushed and looked down. “I sleep in bed with Mom and Dad and Dad and I have a very special relationship.”

Frank sat stunned for a few seconds, then blurted out: “You mean you fuck your father?” he asked incredulously.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” replied Cherie, beginning to feel annoyed with this line of questioning and Frank’s attitude.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to anger you,” he said, picking up her mood change, “It’s just that that’s so, well, um, . . .”

“Gross is probably the word you’re looking for,” said Cherie, preparing to stand up and leave.

“No, it’s not,” said Frank, standing with her and taking her in his arms, bahis siteleri “Loving would be the word I needed. You simply took me by surprise with your candor. Most people would be ashamed to admit to such a relationship.”

Before she could prevent it, Frank was kissing her, a full, open-mouthed kiss. Cherie responded in kind and they held each other for a few long seconds then resumed their seats.

“What just happened?” asked Cherie.

“You told me a confidence and I kissed you. Nothing more. Did Karen mention our own relationship at all?”

“No, we didn’t discuss that.”

“Well, you know how Karen had all sorts of problems and wouldn’t share partners except briefly on that last day?” Cherie nodded. “Well, she had some therapy for that and now we’re both very open to sharing ourselves with others, both individually and as a couple. That was the main reason that Karen asked you to come here for two weeks before our wedding. Once we’re married we haven’t decided whether or not to continue sharing our love so I told her that I thought you were really hot and I’d love to make love to you properly before we’re married. So this is her wedding present to me, assuming, of course, that you’re interested.”

Cherie was stunned. Karen, Frank’s fiancée, had invited her here for two weeks so Frank and she could fuck like rabbits before they married. Wow, she thought, some present. Frank moved from his chair and sat beside Cherie on the sofa, placing his arm around her shoulders and his other hand on her thigh, moving it under her skirt. He turned to her and kissed her, another open-mouthed, tongue-duelling kiss. Before they ended, Karen returned and sat on Cherie’s other side.

“I see you two are getting along just famously,” she commented as she ran her hand up the inside of Cherie’s other thigh, stopping just short of her crotch. “I take it you’ve no objections to sharing our bed for the next two weeks.”

Cherie broke away from Frank’s lips after a few more seconds. “None at all,” she said, turning towards Karen and kissing her on the lips; another open-mouthed tongue duel ensued for a few minutes. Finally they parted. “Come on, dinner’s on the table,” said Karen, drawing her hand slowly down Cherie’s thigh before standing and offering her hand to help her up.

Dinner was delicious; Karen was an excellent cook and the chicken and roast vegetables were perfect. Dessert of a fresh fruit salad and ice cream was elegantly simple and equally tasty. Conversation was largely sexual in nature, with much discussion about likes and dislikes and the changes that Frank and Karen had made in their sex lives since they’d been together.

“We’ve joined a swingers group and regularly swap partners for a night or a weekend. Sometimes we share a bed with another couple for a night or two, usually here because we have some interesting facilities, as you will see. I really enjoy that because it gives me the opportunity to make love to another woman, which, as you know, I enjoy immensely. Frank’s not keen to experiment with love-making with another guy so generally they either watch us women get it on or may even assist a little. We find it’s great fun and it builds tolerance of other people and we learn a lot about them but even more about ourselves.”

“When we first started,” added Frank, “I was a bit dubious of the whole thing but I found I quickly enjoyed the sexual communication with another couple. At first I was very shy of exposing myself to another male; with females it was fine, it was the men who had me concerned. But that’s gone now, so I can simply relax and enjoy myself while watching Karen make love to another woman or guy. Obviously I enjoy loving the other woman as well. I’m really looking forward to this fortnight with two sexy women in bed. I doubt I’ll be much use to Karen on our honeymoon,” he chuckled.

“If I know you, and I think I do, you’ll do just fine on honeymoon,” Karen reassured him jokingly, and anyway, we always have our playroom.” Karen turned towards Cherie. “I’ll show you the playroom after dinner; I’m sure you’ll enjoy it this evening.”

After the dishes had been stacked in the dishwasher they retired to the lounge for a nightcap. As they relaxed together, Karen started idly unfastening the buttons on Cherie’s top, pushing the sides apart to expose her brief bra covering her pert breasts. Cherie shrugged her top off her shoulders and pulled Karen’s stretch top up from her waist, not at all surprised when her efforts revealed her naked, bra-less breasts with pencil-eraser nipples as the top came over her head. Karen quickly unclipped Cherie’s bra, leaving the two women sitting topless for Frank’s smiling approval.

“Maybe it’s time we showed Cherie our playroom,” he suggested.

“Great idea,” agreed Karen, giving Cherie’s breasts a quick fondle before standing and holding out her hand to lead Cherie to a closed door off the living area. Frank tagged along close behind. Karen opened the door and bahis şirketleri held it for Cherie to enter.

As Cherie stepped into the warm room she was stunned by what she saw. The first and most obvious amenity was a large spa pool gently steaming around its cover. Once she had assimilated this, she looked around and noticed a series of hooks in the ceiling, some bars attached to the walls and a large wooden X shaped cross at one end. There were cupboards on two of the walls, two large beds and a smaller padded table, and a drum-like device on the floor. Suddenly she realized that she must be in a luxurious BDSM dungeon. She had heard of these, had read about them, had fantasized about them and now she saw one for the first time. However, it was nothing like those she had seen on porn sites; instead it was luxuriously appointed, brightly lit, had a wall that was all mirrors and, even to her inexperienced eye, offered a wide range of equipment on which to experience every nuance of sexual ecstasy and depravity that she had ever imagined.

“Is this what I think it is?” she asked Karen, who had a grin on her face as wide as Texas, “Is this a dungeon?”

“It sure is,” she replied, “When we bought the house the couple we bought it off had split a few years previously and neither of them wanted reminders of happier times spent here. So they left all the equipment intact. We’ve had great fun experimenting and reading up about the uses of it all. It provides for everything we’ve wanted to do, from gentle sexual arousal prior to love-making right up to the potential for severe bondage and punishment sessions. We haven’t done much experimentation with the latter yet, but we most definitely enjoy the gentler arousal sessions. So for the next two weeks you will be very welcome to join us here and experience the fun and ecstasy available.”

“It’s too warm in here for clothes,” commented Frank as he stripped off his shirt, “So first off, let’s get naked.”

“Here, let me do that for you,” said Cherie, turning to Frank and unbuckling his belt, then dropping to her knees in front of him to unzip his fly, unbutton the waistband and slide his trousers to the floor, allowing Frank to step out of them. She then slowly lowered his undershorts, his almost fully erect cock springing towards her face as it cleared the elastic. Frank stepped out of these also as Cherie opened her mouth and engulfed his cock head while he reached down and caressed her breasts. After a few gentle sucks, Cherie stood and kissed Frank on the lips while he undid the button on her waistband and let her skirt fall to the floor. He then knelt and eased her G string panties down, allowing her to step out of them and spread her legs wide as he licked and sucked her pussy.

After a few moments of this he stood and they turned to Karen, who had been watching her fiancé and bridesmaid loving each other, and quickly stripped her naked before Frank knelt and mouthed her pussy while Cherie caressed her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingers and thumbs. Karen reciprocated by caressing Cherie’s breasts in a similar manner, then Frank stood between them and suggested a tour of the facilities to see what they had discovered so far.

“That’s a great idea,” enthused Karen, taking Cherie’s hand once again to lead her to the nearest wall. “On this wall we have several sets of bondage and punishment gear so people can be tied up here, maybe whipped, caned or otherwise punished or can be fucked as much as their Master or Mistress wants. We usually use Velcro attachments as these are quick to fasten and unfasten and don’t leave any marks.”

“Have you been whipped or caned here?” asked Cherie, wondering why anyone would voluntarily subject themselves to that extreme punishment.

“Oh yes, we’ve both experienced this and both thoroughly enjoy it. The feeling of a cane hitting your ass hard is something you’ll never forget. It sort of sends a swooping feeling into your stomach as the pain assaults your senses then quickly changes until you feel yourself longing for the next stroke. At least that’s how it is for me. How about for you, honey?”

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up,” agreed Frank, “Whipping is much the same but the pain is a bit different; more sting and less pressure with a thin whip, but the other way around for a flogger. A multi-tailed flogger is great; it seems to sensitize the skin but doesn’t cause too much pain. I find it leaves me wanting more. Anyway, they all make me real hard real fast.”

They came to an area where there were several hooks in the ceiling. “These are very useful,” said Frank, “I can tie Karen up to these and have complete access to her body without her being able to prevent me from doing whatever I like. Of course, she usually lets me do what I wish without being tied up but this adds the element of helplessness. I have to be careful what I do because she’ll always have the right to tie me up after I’ve finished with her. So if I’ve been a bit rough with her I know she’ll probably seek revenge with some cock and ball punishment, which is most painful but again it’s something that I enjoy in retrospect. I guess by now you’re thinking we’re a bit weird, eh?”

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Clip clops heralded the arrival of the carriage.

A massive clydesdale drew it along and it was driven by a hunched man whose features were enshrouded by a hooded cloak. The cart was compact, inky, and illuminated only by a pair of swinging lamps that had been filled with light-bugs from the previous dawn. Silver lines of enchanted runes outlined the bottom rim while the wheel’s spokes showed the iron lines of precious metals had been included during their forging.

Zaphora stood calmly as she waited for the carriage to halt. Her gloved hands lay clasped atop the dull bevel of her waist as a iron colored, tightly fitted, dress hugged her frame. The garb exposed her slender shoulders, delicate neck, and gentle curve of her back before it pleasantly defined her hips. A keyhole in the front revealed the layout of her navel up to the barest beginnings of her under-breast. Simple heels had been slipped about her feet and they easily held up against the soft moss of the ground she stood upon.

Little of her form was left to the imagination; save for her face. A shiny mask made of treated wood and polished with various oils made the stained material appear as black as her own hair. Tasteful strings looped within her locks to hold the item on her features. Only one eye, the side of her graceful nose, and half of her charcoal lipsticked mouth could be distinguished from the petrified state of it’s masked twin beside it.

Meanwhile, the clydesdale gave a misted snort in the dark forest air. The beast recognized the girl and was quick to turn to see if she had any treats to give it like last time. A morsel of a carrot was produced from her small bag and it was soon happily munching on it in a content way. The driver of the carriage leaned towards her from his perch. Nothing of his form, or features, could ever be distinguished. One hand held the reins while the other jutted northward in a questioning way.

Zaphora nodded. A few steps later and the carriage doors opened of its own accord. Mechanical steps made rickety sounds while they extended to the ground to allow her to enter the unoccupied seats within. The moment she was settled it cued the steps to retract, the door to close, and the interior of her velvet surroundings to only be illuminated by the bare moonlight.

The cracking of a whip, another snort of the clydesdale, and she was off to enjoy the evening’s party.

—————

For three years Korst had toiled to get finally get an invitation.

He fought the urge to pace nervously in front of the massively grown, hollowed, and refurbished tree that had been halfway felled centuries ago. It had held an entire civilization within it at some point indicated by the many ruins and statues that had been discovered some time later. Now? It was a place that the powers Korst worked for had taken for their own, and made into an artistic venue.

It was the suggestion of his father that he take up a more lucrative profession, after his time as a scribe had been met with a head injury that prevented him from some fine motor skills. Who he now worked for, the Organization, rewarded those willing to delve into the territory of murder, espionage, and high theft with handsomely created exhibits such as this.

The only problem? An internal power struggle within the Organization had left his love-partner with a bad case of death, and he was soon missing his chance at his just reward; unless he could find someone to loop his arm with in order to enter. The exhibit was designed to be enjoyed by couples and the masks were always mandatory to maintain anonymity; though those who had survived within the Organization long enough could recognize others after a while. Regardless, Korst was new, and he was becoming more uneasy as the moon started to reach the point where the door guard would cast a sealing enchantment around the entrance. No one else could enter after that point, though those already within could leave freely at any time.

His threads were sharp and had been purchased after his last heist of precious jewelry had been overwhelmingly successful. Deeply greened tones made up his vest which sat over a long sleeved silken black shirt. His pants were of complimentary design, with a green pinstripe down the sides, and his boots glistened with freshly oiled sleekness. His mask covered only the upper half of his face, typical of the male members, to clasp just below his cheekbones on either side. Dusty blonde hair needed to be tucked or tended constantly in order to not drift too far into his eye line from where he looked out into the world behind his anonymous helm.

As the last carriage of the night trotted away he could barely register the sounds of soft feet behind him. He had lost his opportunity to enjoy this venue. He would canlı bahis have to wait another few months before–

“Korst. Everything all right?”

A tender arm wrapped about the small of his back as the scent of lavender reached him. Startled, he twitched and looked to see who had attached himself to him in such a friendly way.

“Zaphora.” He said with as much neutrality as he could after being so easily identified. “So much for anonymity.”

“You’re out here standing around like a frightened child. What, did your love-mate have a headache this evening?” Her words were laced with sarcastic humor that made Korst’s stomach bubble from within.

“Yes a permanent one. Seems people don’t last too long in the land of the living when they get shot through the eye.” Korst put on a good show of respect; but he suspected that Zaphora herself had been the one to commit the coup de grâce that ultimately ended his partner’s life.

“Such a shame. Come along, then.” Her words dismissed whatever else they might discuss as she urged him forward with a press to his back. It was an unspoken gesture that she was willing to be considered his new love-mate from that point on.

Suddenly, Korst didn’t really fancy the thought of taking a new partner. Not her, at least; especially if she had been a part of the power coup that put him in this situation in the first place. Still, there was a game that you needed to play once joining the Organization. What better place than here? What better time to start then now? It wasn’t a coincidence that she had showed up alone. Was he being played? Or was she offering the opportunity to move up in status with her newfound position? Unease dribbled from his words though he didn’t allow it to make his voice appear none genuine. “All right.”

Zaphora was shorter than him, though not by much. She rose to the balls of her feet and dragged the exposed side of her chin against his neck to whisper softly to him. “Green is my favorite color, Korst. It looks so good when it’s thrown upon my floor and I get to see what’s underneath.” She dipped back down, hummed softly, and urged him ever onward.

—————

She wished Korst would fucking lighten up.

What was a few murders here or there to him, anyways? Her status within the Organization had been growing stagnant and it was time for the power base to shift. It just so happened that his previous love-mate was siphoning funds away. It was only a matter of time before she’d wind up dead.

The door guard was heavily armed with a short sword and pistol around his hips. Various enchanted grenades were laced in a bandolier up his bare chest and his head was protected by a feature-distorting spell to prevent identification. Seeing two of his own let him give a sweeping hand into the trunk for them to pass through the magical barrier.

“Oh…they’ve outdone themselves…” She whispered while she clenched upon Korst’s arm a bit more tightly. They were love-mates now, and she held upon him as if they had known each other for years.

A stringed band played an eerily comforting melody in one corner as the main space had been completely cleared. The central art-piece was a live representation of life, death, pain, pleasure, and shades of sexual expression. Handsomely paid actors, of both sexes, were displayed in various torture states or pleasurable intercourse. All of the act was occurring on a slowly spinning dais to give onlookers the chance to see everything in its grisled beauty.

Zaphora sensed Korst’s mixture of slight revulsion and morbid curiosity. “You don’t like it?”

“It is unexpected.”

Frowning, she led him around to some of the other galleries to try and draw him away from the occurrences on stage. The other rooms were all enchanted to broadcast the band’s music in a slightly distorted way to better match the content that the hallways held. Korst simply followed along and she could still sense that he was finally beginning to understand why these exhibits were so heavily guarded and coveted.

Captured souls in the first room displayed the emotions and expressions of bodily death in a perpetual loop. Pictures played upon the glass case where the wispy ball was forever locked in a life-death state to show onlookers how the person had lived and ultimately perished.

The other room held artifacts of immense power that had been scavenged from the last few major wars. Ballistics, both magical and physical, were laid out with details as to how they worked and when they were used. Recordings of the workers that created, or were killed by, these weapons would be whispered into the heads of onlookers while they made a pass around the room.

Zaphora needed only a few seconds at each piece to internalize what it meant to her before bahis siteleri moving on. Korst seemed to need more time to digest what he was looking at, though she suspected that he didn’t wish to return to the central room and so was milking his time.

A series of three chimes sounded.

“Come, my love.” That title could now be used; they had agreed to go walk together this evening and thus they had pledged themselves to be love-mates henceforth. Only until death did they now part. “The final act is about to begin!”

Nude waitresses approached each couple that stood around the central artwork. They gifted each member of the Organization with a glass of bloody red wine and a half opened pouch of green herbs. She felt Korst shift in a questioning way.

“Is this what I think it is?” His voice was low so as to not disturb the relative silence that had settled in the absence of a band playing. Only the soft pattering of the waitress’ bare feet could be heard above the occasional other murmur of the couples standing nearby.

Zaphora nodded. “Dreamweed. I thought it went extinct. Seems we have some friends in high places, my love.” Her grin broke partly out of the corner of her mask as she looked to discern his expression. He seemed contemplative. “Have…you taken it before?”

“No.” He fingered his pouch. “And it’s been laced.” The man was sharp, noting that the light glistened on some crystals that were clearly artificial within the crushed leaves.

“We’ll just have to see what it does.” Zaphora’s enthusiasm showed through with how she sprinkled her own pouch within her wine and drank merrily until the glass was completely emptied. Dreamweed was a powerful hallucinogen that allowed the user to eventually fall into a waking sleep; giving them the ability to interact with their surroundings as though in a sleepwalking state. It was normally used for those who had become paralyzed, or for amputees to gain a sense of wholeness once more. But, there was no way to tell whatever drug had also been included.

She noted that Korst was far slower with how he drank, though he was sure to place all of the crushed substance in as well.

To anyone who hadn’t ingested the drug it would have looked as though a massive sleeping spell had overtaken the couples. The waitresses moved diligently to each patron and ensured none had collapsed in an odd way that would constrict their breathing or that they hadn’t been injured when falling to their sides. Once completed, they settled protective charms over the room, allowing the couples to each have their own dreamscape in which to play in.

—————

He had only been staring back at the central dais for a few minutes before he could feel the effects. His vision wavered and his hearing dulled. There was a sensation of falling, though it was as if he were sinking in molasses instead of crumpling back on his knees. Zaphora was with him, holding on to his chest as she too fell to the floor and laid atop him. Blinking, he found himself looking up at a star filled sky against the blue-black of the universe beyond.

A short tug revealed his lower body to the strangely misted air of a quiet forest around him. Groaning, he realized that his manhood was being taken in Zaphora’s mouth and that she had lifted her mask to allow his hardening cock full penetration of her lips. She was bobbing rapidly while one hand fondled his ample sack to give him the rolling sensation of churning waves.

“Wh..wh..?” He tried to get a word out but a shushing moan came from Zaphora’s mouth that quickly quieted him. A burning itch was settling in the pit of his abdomen, something he had never felt before and he realized that there had been powerful aphrodisiacs in the drug he had taken. A dream this may be, but his body still reacted to the ministrations of his love-mate.

His entire shaft was glistening and dripping with Zaphora’s ever-wetting mouth. Korst sensed that she was feeling her own effects of the aphrodisiac and her smaller body had been driven into immediately preparing him for rut. Lines of drool were cascading down his length and resting at the bottom of his sack before falling off into the peat below.

Soon, one of her hands moved off him in order to hike up her dress to show her own naked sex. Her nethers were darkly trimmed, almost black, and showed the lines of extreme arousal as she circled around her budding clit. Her hand moved fast but he knew those self-servicing motions weren’t cutting it from the way she was giving him a yearning moan. The drug finally took full effect on his male brain and he felt suddenly electrified. Drooling, he sat up and shoved the girl to her back to kick off the rest of his trousers in a hurried groan. Zaphora tugged her mask fully off her face to show bahis şirketleri her features in full. Both of her delicate hands shot to his rigid cock to pump furiously at it as she guided him down.

Though he hadn’t entered her yet, Korst could feel the misting spray of girlish cum being pushed out of her and he finally understood that she was fighting tiny orgasms this entire time just from the drug’s effects alone.

“Inside. Inside..!” She gasped at him and tugged furiously upon his shaft once more. One of her shoes had been kicked off and her feet were planted down to make herself buck upwards; back arching elegantly as another small spray of girl-cum was released.

He obeyed, puncturing her slit with a resolute shove after she raised her hips once more. Her dewy confines quivered and settled around him in a clenching glove of furrowed muscles. Moaning, he hugged her tightly around her upper arms and forced her back into the ground to begin immediately rutting. There was a vague awareness of her hands clawing at the sides of his flank in a yearning fashion, and the sound of her voice in his ear. It was all dulled and made trivial when compared to his dream self’s desire to reach orgasm.

On and on he thrusted. Sweat glistened to make what clothes remained on him stick to his lean frame while he pinned the smaller woman underneath him. Her landing stip of pubic hair pillowed some of his resolute shoves, as did his hands in her dark mane to offset the pushing and pulling her body was receiving. Her squirting orgasms were coming quicker as her clenching sex was pushing out a mixture of white lube and clear fluids. Eventually, his forehead dropped to the soft grass beside her head as he honed himself with greater intensity.

She was saying something, urging him on, loving the feeling of his stronger body wrapping around her in such a protective way as their surroundings wavered; displaying that this was a personal bubble for them to enjoy oneself.

Finally, his body began to clench and pushed him from that plateau to spark the beginnings of his final thrusts. The drugs had made him partially mad, unable to be in control of his faculties, and had given him the strength to rut continuously for the past several minutes. Panting, he came up on his hands to shove himself roughly into her before finally feeling his nuts clench and his long flex beginning.

His orgasm seemed endless. His dream self pumped out an extreme load of his sack’s contents inside her petite frame. All along his shaft he felt her milking muscles draw as much from him as she could while her own orgasm was finally triggered. Halting gasps and gulps of air soon filled the space between him as he collapsed atop her in a spent state.

—————

Zaphora played with his hair for a long while as he rested atop her. The drugs were potent, no doubt, and she wasn’t entirely sure how long the two of them would stay in this miniature bubble of pleasure. She was sure their bodies were safely protected, no doubt they were laying on the ground still, but there was always that odd fear as to what happened to her dream-self if her body were to have been moved or made to perish.

Despite it being a dream, they both still felt the physical exhaustion of what their actions caused. The poor man atop her hadn’t moved for a while and she could still feel his heartbeat pounding away while he hugged her under her shoulders. As unladylike as her initial actions had been, she had never felt that potent of a desire to fuck before in her life. She was still cumming around him at odd intervals as her strained muscles were trying to dutifully contract still; though they had finally started to still themselves more often than they tried to create motion.

“Korst?” She finally asked as she tilted her head up to nuzzle his dirty blonde locks.

“Yes, my love?” He had finally addressed her by the proper love-mate title; one of his hands moved to slip over her breast from underneath her dress. “What’s wrong..?”

“When…we go back…will we do this again?” It was a necessary question. Love-mates didn’t technically need to show their physical affection, despite the name, in order to have the label and status.

“I think–” His words were cut short as three booming chimes played within their bubble. Their surroundings flickered, distorted, and began to crash inwards on the two souls. Zaphora tried desperately to read his lips in the soundless void that was luring them back to the land of the wakened.

A short gasp sparked her conscious mind to begin working once more as she found herself staring face up at the broken tree’s interior. Scrambling, she searched desperately with her hand next to her until she found Korst’s arm to help pull herself over. He was staring at her, moving to interlock his fingers with her own.

“Come on.” He moved to lift them both on shaky legs to begin slowly trekking with the other couples out of the exit. “I have this dream I want to share with you…”

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A friend of mine called me up. She’s in need of many things, but mostly to just relax. Knowing how much I enjoy giving massages, she asked if I could come over to her place and help her unwind a bit. Never one to let a friend in need suffer, I grabbed some massage oils and head on over.

When I arrived at her place, I immediately tell she’s in need of a massage, at a minimum. She just has that look. I know this scenario could get out of hand quickly, and I don’t want to do anything to get in the way of our friendship. I suggested she have a glass of wine and head to the couch, while I warm up the massage oil. She surprises, and announces that she’d much prefer the bed.

As I entered the room, she’s lying face down on her bed, and a thin white sheet is covering her lower body. “Promise me, no matter what happens, you won’t fuck me.” I’m shocked at her forwardness, slightly saddened by the reality, and relieved that we’ve cleared that up. Knowing that setting the ground rules will help her relax, I quickly respond: “I promise.”

I took some warm oil, and started working the tension out of her back. My hands glide along her muscles, my fingers finding her knots and forcefully working them out. Working on a bed isn’t the easiest for a massage, so I crawled up and straddled her body, allowing canlı bahis my weight to rest on her bum. I couldn’t help but be aroused by being this close, this intimate. I moved my hands up to her shoulders, digging into the pressure points at the back of her neck. My fingers tracing the chords down her neck. I love the feel of hair through my fingers, so I continued up and massaged her scalp. I scootch my body upwards, now resting some weight on the small of her back. Wiggling, trying to hide my arousal. I almost thought she was asleep by the way her breath was deep and rhythmic, but as I found her sore spots, she moans.

Finally, I finished massaging her, and at this point, I’m having a hard time concentrating on massaging her because my body is demanding a massaging of its own.

“All done.” I whisper into her hear, my lips brushing her earlobes.

“Nu-uh,” she moans “that was just the top half. Turn around.”

A smile crossed my face. I maneuver around and gently pull the sheet up towards her shoulders. I pulled it maybe a tad higher than I should have, wanting it to come just short of the crease of her ass, but instead I came up just short of covering it. “Fuuuck!” I think to myself as I realized that she is completely, and utterly naked.

I started by applying some oil to her calves, bahis siteleri pulling the oil down towards her feet. Now I’m a boob guy, but there’s something erotic about rubbing oil over a woman’s legs. Okay, there’s something erotic about having a naked woman begging me to run my hands over her body period! Once I’d worked both her calves, her feet, her arches, and in between each of the toes I step back to admire her ass. I’ll admit, it’s been distracting me.

Before I can even blink, she quickly flips over, the sheet still covering her upper body. “Now my thighs. They’re really tight after my workout yesterday.” I smile. I know she doesn’t work out.

I start my hands on her thigh, pushing along the outside of her leg. I can see her smile in what I hope is pleasure, as my fingers massage her muscles. As I begin another stroke up her leg, she spreads her legs, surprising me, and forcing my hands to the inside of her thigh. I run my hand up as far as I dare, I can almost feel the heat from her pussy against my fingertips. “Further” she whispers huskily.

I apply a bit more oil to my fingers and work my way up again, this time throwing caution aside. My fingers gently massage her lips, tugging on them, pinching them lightly. I run my finger down her hood, feeling the warmth as the blood bahis şirketleri rushes to the area. I can see her clit begin to show, and I lightly caress it, my finger and thumb on each side of it. I know I’m doing something right by the moans of encouragement.

Emboldened by her moans, I decide the time will never be better. I bring my face close, and gently lick upwards, my tongue separating her lips. I harden my tongue and flick it over her clit. “Now THIS is what I need.” she exclaims. My smile almost ruins my rhythm. I form an ‘o’ with my lips, and start to suck inwards, making giant circles with my tongue. Her hood enters my mouth, and I gently ease my tongue under it, exploring it, feeling her pleasure hard against my tongue. She’s got one hand in a v shape near my face, pulling her lips apart, urging me to go deeper. Her other hand is on the back of my head, pulling me in closer. I start slowly, wanting to work towards a giant release of tension. She urges me to move quicker, desperate for the release. Finally, I slide one finger between her incredibly wet lips, pushing hard in, and making a ‘come hither’ motion, rubbing her from the inside as my tongue stimulates her.

Finally she cums. Her body seems to rack with pleasure. A single, giant ‘ahhhhh’… and all her tension melts away. “thank you” she manages to whisper.

With a devious smile, I tell her “We’re not done yet!” Knowing I need to keep my promise, I realize that I’m going to have to come up with some creative ways to blow her mind completely.

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My mother always told me that it was just as easy to fall in love with a rich guy as it was a poor guy, or “even a middle-class guy,” she used to joke. So I focused on meeting guys who were very well off. I had fun in college, was a cheerleader and a sorority girl at Florida State, even entered a few beauty contests, but I didn’t want anything more than casual flings while in school because at that age it is way too early to tell which guys will succeed and which won’t.

Following school, I moved to Atlanta and took a job as a sales rep for Pfizer. It is no secret that the pharma companies like to hire hotties since most doctors are willing to let them in and present their products whenever they stop by. I didn’t really have any desire to be in sales long-term, but I figured that there probably isn’t a better place to meet doctors than inside their own offices so I thought I’d give it a try. At 26, still in great shape, blonde and always having been considered gorgeous, I had no trouble getting the job. Truthfully, they did go over my college transcript more than I thought they would, but I did have a marketing degree and good grades so it was not an issue.

Within a few months I had met Dr. James Shepherd, and I must admit, I thought he was perfect. Fit, interesting, rich, wow! Well, perfect minus one thing, he was engaged. I knew an all out seduction was out of the question, that I could come off as a gold-digging slut if I came on to strongly, so I adjusted my plan. One Monday I showed up at his office with my own engagement ring (it was actually a cubic zirconia that I had purchased myself at Target, but he would never know that.) Anyway, it gave us two newly engaged folks a lot to talk about. Everything from which church to get married in to where to hold a reception. This was working perfectly. I’d canlı bahis always manage to get to his office just before noon, and he would inevitably invite me in to talk during lunch in his office. His fiance was working on her doctorate at Georgia Tech, something like 50-60 hours per week so, luckily, she was never around.

I knew that I was slowly creating doubts in his mind regarding his own fiance, albeit in very subtle ways. I would always pretend to love his ideas for his wedding and reception (as ridiculous as some of them were) and act like I thought his fiance was no fun when he detailed the extremely traditional wedding that she envisioned. In his mind, I believed his wedding ideas were perfect.

During one of our conversations, I let a story slip (a completely fictitious one) about another doctor on my route who was potentially going to lose his practice during a very bitter divorce from a marriage in which there had been no prenuptial agreement. I acted completely shocked when he confided that he hadn’t considered getting one either. Well, before that lunch was over, I had run down all of the pros of the agreement, and he had called the best divorce attorney in town and asked him to prepare an agreement for him. I explained that I had no problem with these agreements since all they really did was protect the practice that he had built himself. I assured him that I was certain that his fiance would understand.

Surprisingly, it didn’t go that well with her (who could’ve have seen that coming?) The next day I could tell he was tired from having been up all night arguing with her. I was very sympathetic and soothing; First, I convinced him to not send her flowers as he had suggested. “That could come off as patronizing and make the problem worse,” I calmly stated. “Right now, you only have one bahis siteleri problem, the prenup, if she feels that you’ve somehow insulted her by trying to buy her off with a few flowers, then you’ll have two isssues to focus on, her feelings that AND the prenup.” Then I explained that he had probably just surprised her and that she would come around. I convinced him that it was just business and encouraged him to simply instruct his attorney to call her directly and discuss it with her. All Dr. Shepherd should have to do, I reassured him, is to leave her alone, and let her cool down on her own. I knew that this would be the nail in the coffin. Although I had appealed to his innate wants, namely to let his lawyer handle the unpleasantness of protecting his practice and letting his fiance come around on her own without his having to deal with it, if he could have taken a step off of the path that I had lead him down and looked at those decisions objectively, he could have seen the train wreck that was sure to come. How could he truly believe that not talking to his fiance and having lawyers calling her would be a good thing?

Sure enough, the engagement was off within a week or two; my visits to the office were filled with my sympathy and disbelief that his girl had a problem with the prenup. “You don’t think she was after your money or practice during your entire relationship, do you?” I would work into the conversations occasionally. I could just tell that he was now strongly doubting the entire engagement. I needed him at least confused, if not outrightly disbelieving that whole relationship. I couldn’t allow him to begin to have second thoughts or to question that he might have done something wrong. That could have lead to a reconciliation. My attire during this time was getting more provocative. Still very professional, bahis şirketleri but I was now always in skirts, stockings and heels. The Pfizer polo shirts, khakis aand flats that we were allowed to wear would stay in the closet for a while. I was now ready to win the game.

I showed up at his office at 4:45 on a Friday afternoon, stopped at the water fountain and dampened my eyes, used the key code that I had watched James use so many times to enter the backdoor of his office (bypassing the busybody receptionists) and went into his office to wait. When he came in, he was surprised to see me but quickly came to the intended realization that I had been crying and asked what was wrong. I explained that my engagement was over; my fiance had emptied my bank account because he was a compulsive gambler and that I didn’t know what to do. I explained that I felt so terrible. “How could I have not known about a gambling problem?” I then got quiet and let him slip into his counselor/ problem solving mode. He comforted me, took me to dinner and offered to help however he could.

I did have a huge favor to ask, I explained. I said that I knew it sounded stupid but that I had to attend a college friend’s wedding the next night and that I really didn’t want to go alone. He agreed to escort me, and it went perfectly. I held his hand during the ceremony; we danced afterwards and had a great time. This obviously lead to more dates, and six months later, he asked me to marry him, and I happily accepted. I now had one big problem though: that damn prenuptial agreement. I guess there was a chance that he wouldn’t risk ruining another engagement by bringing it up, but I considered that scenario extremely unlikely, as I had been such a proponent of the idea such a short time ago.

So as not to risk revealing that I had intentionally messed up his previous engagement, I preemptively brought up the prenuptial agreement.

*

If you enjoyed this, look for James and my next story, “Negotiating My Prenuptial Agreement”

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Note: This was my firt attempt at erotica (quite a while back), and it’s pretty tame. At the time, I liked READING about hot, sweaty, and taboo love, but I was a little embarrassed to actually WRITE the naughty parts. In fact, I did a little quick surgery on the ending before posting this here. In the first version I couldn’t quite bring myself to write the climax scene; instead I left the poor couple to hump away forever. I’ve fixed that little omission by including a little emission.

***

“So,” said Mary, “how come you haven’t made a pass at me?”

“Sorry?”

“‘Sorry I didn’t hear you’, or ‘Sorry I haven’t made a pass at you’?”

I looked over at the 18 year old in the seat next to me, then stalled for time by concentrating on the road. The interstate was wide open in both directions, with absolutely no other cars in sight. I did a pretty good job of making it look as though driving in a straight line took a lot of skill and concentration.

“I mean,” she said, “last night we slept in the same room, for God’s sake.”

“That’s my fault,” I said. “I never thought the motels in that berg would be booked up. In the middle of nowhere, and it’s like there’s a convention in town.” We barreled down I-80. “Speaking of nowhere, any idea where we are now?”

She consulted the map. “Still Wyoming. Coming up on Rock Springs.”

It was starting to get dark. “I think Rock Springs is where we make camp tonight,” I said.

“OK.” She looked at me. I watched her via peripheral vision; watching her watch me. “So?” she said.

“So?” I said.

“So… why?”

I sighed. “OK, let’s see. I’m 40. You’re 18.”

“So?”

“So, you’re young enough to be my daughter. Your best friend IS my daughter. That makes me too old for you. Times two. In fact, I should basically be invisible to you.”

“You’re not,” she said. “You’re hot. In case you didn’t know. You have all these muscles, but you don’t act like you know you’re hot. Which makes you hotter.”

I watched the road.

“And,” she said, “you’re not drooling after me and pawing around. You’re like this safe hot guy who’s not after me, and that’s… well, intriguing.”

“‘Intriguing.’ Good word. Good to have in the old high school vocabulary.”

“Geez, you’re not going to talk about this, are you?”

I watched the road. Rock Springs Exit, the sign said. 5 miles.

“I sleep in the nude, you know.”

“What?” I said.

“I sleep in the nude, usually. Last night I wore clothes for you.”

The road. Straight line. Rock Springs Exit, 2 miles.

“Me too.”

“What?” she said.

“I sleep naked at home. I wore boxers for you.”

“Oh,” she said.

We pulled off the interstate at the Elk Street exit, and looked for motels. “There,” she said. “‘Vacancy. Air Conditioning, Cable TV, Pool, Spa, Sauna. $40.99′”

I aimed for the sign, and parked the pickup in one of the few open parking slots. We got out, stretched, and walked to the lobby. I was tired, and my back was killing me.

“One room left,” the clerk said. “King bed.” He looked from me to Mary, then back again. “That OK?”

“Any rooms with two beds?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. I waited. “All taken, though,” he said.

“Got rollaway beds?”

“You bet,” he said. “All taken.”

“Can you recommend another motel?”

“Sure. But I can tell you that they’re pretty much all booked. We only have the one room open here because the guy that had it had to leave because his meeting was moved up or something.”

“What could be going on in a place this size that has all the rooms booked?”

He looked offended at the suggestion that his town wasn’t worthy. “Don’t know, except that it’s summer, and there are a lot of people on the interstate. Like you.” He looked at us. “Do you want the room?”

“Yes,” Mary said. I looked at her.

“Major credit card,” said the clerk.

I registered and got room keys. “Drug store around?” I asked. “My back is killing me.”

“Yup. On Center Street, about a mile. Closed, though. We have some ibuprofen here, I could sell you.”

“I’ll illegal bahis take it,” I said.

“Poor baby,” said Mary.

We grabbed our bags out of the truck and walked to room 106. I opened the door and held it for Mary. She put down her bag and dived onto the bed, rolling over in midair so that she landed on her back.

“Nice,” I said. She smiled at me.

“Hungry?”

“Nope,” she said. “We ate, like, an hour ago.”

“More like three,” I said. “I’m going to take a hot shower, see if I can get my back to un-kink.”

“OK, I’m gonna watch TV.”

The shower was hot and felt good, but my back didn’t loosen up. I dried off, wrapped the towel around me, and went out to find my bag and pop some ibuprofen. Mary was already under the covers. The lights were off, but I could see her face in the glow from the television set. I rummaged around in my bag, found the small bottle of pills I’d bought, shook out and swallowed four of them. I was so tired, I could barely stand upright.

“Come to bed,” said Mary. “You’re going to fall over.”

I tottered over to the bed, stripped off the towel, and lay face down, pulling the sheet over me.

“How’s your back?” she asked.

“It hurts,” I said.

“Too much driving,” she said. She moved closer and began massaging me, rubbing her hands up and down my back. As she moved, her body touched the back of my hand and I could feel that she was naked. So was I, I realized. Suddenly, I was wide-awake.

“How does this feel?” she asked, as she straddled my legs. She was concentrating on my lower back, kneading up and down the big muscles like a pro.

“Great,” I answered honestly. “Really, great.” She worked on me there for a while, then her hands moved lower, onto my ass, still kneading. “Feel good?” she asked.

“I’m no expert,” I said, “but I know I’m not supposed to let the teenage girl play with my butt.”

“Relax,” Mary said. “I’m a professional.”

“You’re not,” I said. “You’re a high school student.” I rolled over and took her hands in mine, keeping them away from me. The light from the TV dimly illuminated her naked body, and suddenly I couldn’t catch my breath. She was beautiful, amazing. And so young. Pert breasts; narrow waist; curving flare of hips. I forced myself to look at her face. She looked back at me, then her eyes slowly moved down my body, and back up again until she was looking into my eyes.

“What?” she said. “What’s wrong?”

I chuckled. “Nothing. I’m naked, in bed with my daughter’s best friend, who’s also naked, and she’s massaging my ass. After asking why I haven’t made a pass at her. Everything’s fine.”

“OK,” she said, “you’re paranoid. Listen: we both sleep in the nude, so that’s cool. You’re my ride, and your back hurts, and I’m trying to help. You need to chill.”

“Let’s just try to go to sleep, shall we?” I said. I guided her back to her side of the bed, and (I couldn’t help it) patted her naked butt cheek. “Good night,” I said.

“Fine.” She sounded tense. I knew how she felt.

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When I woke up the next morning, Mary was giving me a blow job. I didn’t realize it right away, since I didn’t wake up all at once. I became aware of things slowly, one at a time.

I’d been dreaming – an erotic dream, coincidentally. In my dream, I was naked on the secluded beach near the resort in Mexico where my daughter and I vacationed last summer. In real life Jennie had kept her suit on while I sunbathed nude, but in my dream she was gloriously naked as well. She rubbed suntan lotion on my back, my legs, and my ass. She gave lots of attention to my ass, turning her hand sideways and working the lotion between my cheeks, and onto my balls where they showed between my slightly spread legs.

“Wow,” Dream-Me said. “Mary does my ass the same way.”

“Turn over”, she said. Turn over, I did.

Jennie spread lotion onto my chest, paying special attention to my nipples. She straddled me, and as her hands slowly worked their way down my chest and onto my stomach, her crotch moved down until it was resting on my illegal bahis siteleri penis.

“Oh my goodness, Daddy,” she said. She scooted down to straddle my knees, looked at my raging hard-on, then up at me, then back down again. “Did I do this?”

“Yes. I’m sorry, Baby” I said.

“No, Daddy, I’M sorry! It’s my fault,” she said. “I’ll fix it.”

She poured some lotion onto one hand, rubbed her hands together, then placed them both around my penis, moving them slowly up and down. “Does this feel good?”

“Oh yes, Baby, that feels great,” I said. I’d been hot for her for so long, but kept it bottled up inside like a good father should. It had never occurred to me that she might want me, too. I watched my daughter’s large breasts jiggle a little as her hands moved up and down my shaft, one hand circling around to play with my balls every few strokes. I reached up to caress her breasts, then put my hands on her back and pulled her down to me for a passionate kiss; all the while, her hands moved up and down my rigid member. I took one breast into my mouth, circling my tongue around her areola, teasing her. Then I pulled her nipple into my mouth, forcefully. She groaned and put her hands on my chest.

“I’m going to suck you now, Daddy,” she said, moving down my body. “Do you want me to? You’re big, but I’m going to try to get all of you into my mouth. Is that OK?” Without waiting for an answer, she leaned down and began licking up and down my shaft.

As I woke, I realized that I while I was on my back, I wasn’t on a beach. Probably also not in Mexico. I looked down the length of my body and saw that the girl wasn’t Jennie, it was Mary. Her lips were down to the root of my erect penis – she was deep throating me. Her head moved up slowly, and as the shaft emerged from her mouth she wrapped both hands around it and twisted them gently so that although only the head was in her mouth, all of me was still being touched, stimulated. Down went her head, and then back up. Down. Up. Down. I knew that I should do something. “Oh God,” I said.

Up. I watched the head of my dick pop out of her mouth. She gave it a little swirly thing with her tongue, then her eyes moved from down there to look up at me. She smiled. “Good morning,” she said. Her hands never stopped moving, twisting, touching me. Her hands and my rod were wet from her saliva. It felt so good. I wanted it to never stop.

“Stop,” I said. She stopped moving her hands, but didn’t remove them from me. “We can’t do this.”

She looked down at her hands, holding me. “Apparently we can, silly,” she said. She smiled at me again.

In the morning light, I could see all of her. Brown eyes, and long dark brown hair that hung down and formed a sort of curtain for what she was doing with her hands. She was beautiful, something I hadn’t allowed myself to see before. A small girl, with a small but perfect face. Her body, too, was perfect, all toned muscles and tan and the glow of youth. I gave myself permission to concentrate on the good parts: her breasts were small but full, with hard nipples that showed her excitement. No tan line. I looked down. Her vulva was shaved clean. I could see the tan line of what I guessed was the smallest swimsuit bottom ever created. Thong, I thought absently.

She watched me. “Checking me out,” she said. “What do you think?”

Sigh. “I think that you look incredible.”

“Thanks,” said Mary. “You too.”

“And that you’re really good at this.” She smiled. “And that it’s been a long dry spell for me.”

“I know that,” said Mary.

“And I think that if she knew what we were doing, Jennie would disown me.”

“Wrong,” she said. “This was her idea.”

I sat up, took her hands in mine, and moved them to neutral territory. I looked into her eyes. “What,” I said, “are you saying?”

She moved off of me and rolled onto her stomach. I looked at her ass, also perfect. And fully tanned. Definitely a thong.

“Jennie loves you,” she said. “Very much. She knows that you haven’t had sex or even a date since your wife died. She wants you to be happy.

“And,” said Mary, canlı bahis siteleri “she loves me, too. And she knows that I want you. Which is why she asked you to let me hitch a ride with you to my grandparents’ town. We sort of conspired to have me take you to bed.”

I thought about that. “Do your grandparents really live out here?”

“No,” she said.

“Where do your parents think you are?”

“Conveniently, they’re on vacation. Europe. Rome, in fact. I’m pretty much free to do whatever I want, for another two weeks.”

I thought about that, too.

“You’re a very nice man,” she said, looking at me. “Very honorable. Jennie says that you’ve never touched her, and that you don’t try to sneak peeks at her or anything. You’re trying to be the perfect gentleman with me, too, but I’m telling you that you don’t have to be. I’m no virgin.” She pushed the hand closest to me under her body, down past her hip, and down further. Her ass began to wiggle a little, and I could tell that she was fingering herself. She let out a little moan.

So,” she said, still looking at me, “are we going to fuck, or are you just too damned honorable?”

I watched her ass wiggle for a few seconds while I thought about it all, and I decided that I was indeed honorable, but only human. I rolled over on top of her.

“Mmmm,” said Mary.

I ran my hand down her back, and down her butt cheeks, and she spread her legs. I moved my hand to my amazingly hard member, and rubbed it up and down her wet lips until I found the sweet spot. I pushed. She was so tight. I pushed some more, and slowly filled her up.

“Unnngh,” she said. “God, you’re big.”

With that ego boost to spur me on I pulled out slowly, then rammed myself back into her. My hips smacked her ass with an audible, well, ‘smack.’

“Oh!” said Mary. I kissed the top of her shoulders and the back of her neck, and scootched my hands between her and the bed so that I could hold her breasts. I pulled out again, then pushed back in. Slowly out and in, then faster, working into a good rhythm. I played with her nipples and bit into her shoulder a little as my hips pistoned against her.

I felt the familiar tingle already starting deep within me, readying me. “Mary, I’m afraid this isn’t going to last very long.”

“Do it,” she said. Her breath was coming in little pants and moans and gasps. “Don’t pull out… I’m on the pill.”

I grabbed her hips and started really pounding into her ass, driving myself deep into her with every thrust, and the headboard began to bang against the wall. Some joker in the next room started slapping his side of the wall in syncopated rythym.

Mary was uttering a little “Uhn… uhn… uhn…” grunting chant as I slammed into her. She pushed her butt a little higher, and her chant changed to a low, continuous moan. I moved one hand around and began to rub her pussy, then her clit.

“Ahhh, God,” she moaned. “You’re making me cum… AHHHH YEAH, I’M CUMMING RIGHT NOW!!!” Head whipped back and forth below me, and her moans turned into a high-pitched wail. I felt her pussy clamp down hard on my erection, quickly taking me over the edge.

“ME… TOO!” I drove deeply into her one last time and groaned as my orgasm began.

“Oh, I can feel you, I feel it shooting into me,” Mary said. “Yeah, Daddy, cum for me.” I reached around and grabbed her breasts, forcing myself even deeper as I emptied into her.

Finally I was spent. I kissed her back and shoulders again, then gently rolled off of her. I lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling. Mary snuggled into me and rested her head on my chest.

“That was excellent,” she said. “You’re a great lover.”

I said, “‘Daddy’?”

She looked up at me. “Oops. Did I say that?”

“Yep.”

She put her head back down on my chest. “Sorry, just a little fantasy I have going.” Her hand snaked its way down to my penis, which instantly began to harden again.”

“Wow,” I said.

“Yeah. Which reminds me: I’m supposed to tell you,” she said, “that Jennie has been sneaking into your room to watch you masturbate. And that she wants to make love with you, too.”

“I’m going to Hell,” I said.

She pushed herself off the bed and straddled me. “Well if you’re already going to Hell,” she said as she slowly slid down onto my cock, “we might as well do this again…”

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