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Veronica (the bully) vs the Boxer

Oooufff! Ooufff! CRACK! and I was down on my back, again! Veronica came for me and reached down to pull me back up. But instead of grabbing my shirt, she grabbed the hem of my skirt and in my surprise she yanked it completely off my legs revealing my white, lacy low cut panties! The wall of teenage girls and boys acting as our ‘ring’ laughed at the sight as my face reddened and my hands went to cover up.

“Ooooo! The little slut’s trying to look sexy for her…my boyfriend” taunted Veronica. What do you think, everybody? Who’s got the better body?”

Although I hated her guts, even I had to agree with the boisterous crowd who cried out, “VERONICA!”

We had taken our tops off before the fight to prevent any blood or grass stains but in reality, I think it was for my 18 year old tormentor to show off her amazing tits! And fuck! She had the best tits in the school. Best ass too, most would say!

“Ronnie” as she liked to be called, was only a little over 5′ tall and if she weighed 100 lbs, 50 of them were her tits and ass! She was curvy rather than athletic but without question, you didn’t cross the unquestioned toughest girl in the entire school. She even beat up the older girls, not out of skill but cheat and meanness.

I remember, I saw her beat the hell out of one of our track stars. A really fit, muscular girl who liked to pick fights. She liked to fight and was good at it. She was by far the meanest, toughest girl in the school. Everyone thought the track star would kick Veronica’s ass. But just as the fight was about to start, the track star unexpectedly caught her toe on something; a tree root, a lump of grass, whatever. The result was, she went down hard, re-aggravating a prior quad tear. This slowed the track star to where she was easy pickins for Veronica’s brand of brawling.

From there, the track star was toast. Veronica beat her mercilessly, paying particular attention to the track star’s well-developed abs, occasionally clubbing her chin and jaws. She’d even knock her down, stand her back up, prop her against the school wall just to beat the 18 year old’s hard body. Veronica made a point of targeting the poor girl’s muscled core all while taunting her. “That body of yours isn’t so tough now, is it bitch. What’s it feel like to have your abs caved in by the new toughest girl in the school?”

Veronica would press her big boobs into the poor senior’s and punch her belly raw. It was a massacre. The poor girl just couldn’t throw with any speed or accuracy while Veronica made her pay with every fist to her gut, every punch to her jaw. It was also to show the whole school how tough and mean she was. The track star had to quit track she was beaten up so badly.

She was merciless in that beating and made a quick name for herself.

I was told of another time Veronica kicked a girl’s ass. There was this tough black girl who, at a beach party, pulled a small knife on Veronica. She caught Veronica flaunting her impressive cleavage to her man. Thinking quickly, Veronica avoided the girl’s first attempt to cut her, grabbed a handful of sand and tossed it into the city girl’s face.

Veronica was able to slap the knife away but surprisingly, even being blinded, the black girl held her own and Veronica got bruised up pretty badly. But, in the end, the sand in the girl’s eyes and Veronica’s hard fists on the poor girl’s muscled belly was the deciding factor as Veronica SLAMMED her over and over, eventually knocking her out and going home with her man.

Right now, I was the object of her ire. I had “dared” to be asked out by a boy she had eyes for. Now, I was looking up at the underside of her big boobs, visible beneath the tight sports bra she was wearing. And this was not the first time I was her victim.

I am a bit of a nerd although I have a decent body and can be pretty if I care enough to try. I was an easy target for her, often getting tripped in the hall or having her boobs ‘accidentally’ knock my books out of my hands. And of course, like all bullies, she had her “Pussy Posse” who traveled in her wake. The one and only time she had beaten me up, my belly was bruised and sore for days. That was her speciality.

Now, two of her posse grabbed my arms and stood me back up. They held my arms back thrusting my chest forward.

“Let her go. We don’t want her complaining this was an unfair fight.” Her giggle followed but before her followers pushed me forward, one unsnapped my bra and my medium-size breasts burst into view.

As I tried vainly to cover up, Veronica pointed and laughed. Everyone joined in laughing at my embarrassment until…Veronica grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and pulled it off over her head.

A hush and appreciative stares, including mine, watched as her hard nipples briefly caught on the fabric then released and her gorgeous big tits fell into place. Fuck!

“Put ’em up, four eyes!” she said in an irritatingly teasing tone.

I hated bursa escort being called that but that was vintage Veronica. She put her own fists up but used her forearms to squeeze her tits together as she did. She looked down at her obscene cleavage, smiled, then came for me.

Now, I’m sort of fit. My breasts aren’t in Veronica’s league but they’re nice enough. My waist is small and I have a nice enough ass. Better than average, I’d say. I work out, sometimes. But it’s mostly jogging or stretching. I tried boxing with my older sister but I just didn’t get into it. But right this minute, I wish I had.

Now, my older sister, Jackie, she’s a different story. She’s a fitness freak. In particular, she focuses on her abs and overall core. It’s because she loves to box. She started training to box at 19 and now she’s a competitive fighter. Having a hard core is essential for success as is evident by her 15-1-2 record.

I used to watch her train her abs. Once her training kicked in, her abdominals became her signature feature. She’d hang from a bar and do leg lift after leg lift both straight legged and ones to build her obliques and intercostals. She would flex those muscles over and over lifting her legs to exhaustion.

I remember the admiring looks she’d get from people at the gym. Here was this young woman with this stack of muscle outdoing even the fittest of the men there. Then she got into boxing with more fervor. I remember one day, she was hanging from the bar catching her breath after a particularly exhausting set, and this muscular young man came up. He reached out to her sweat coated, hard abs and asked, “May I touch?”

Still hanging there Jackie said, “No” and the young man, taken aback turned away. Then she added, “but you can put on those boxing gloves and punch me in the stomach until one of us fails.” He turned back, smiled broadly and slipped on a pair of boxing gloves. Not another word was said. He just moved in close and started punching!

Her body swayed while hanging on the bar but she did not release, she did not grunt. Each time she swung back, he was there to hit her abs with a heavy fist, stopping her forward motion. The next punch would send her body swinging back again. This continued for maybe 20 minutes when he finally had to drop his gloves in exhaustion. Jackie too was beat, literally and figuratively, and she dropped from the bar holding her belly. They ended up dating and this became their foreplay.

When Jackie got into boxing to the point she hired a trainer, he would force her to do 100 inclined sit-ups before and after training and while she did them, he would take a 25 lb medicine ball and drop it on her stomach! If she failed, he made her do 25 more. By the time she was 21, her core was a cobblestone of hard muscle. I’ve never seen any woman, or man with such finely developed abs!

Try as she might to get me interested, I was just not into it like she was. Right now, as Veronica was about to show me who was the toughest girl in the school, I wish I had taken Jackie up on it.

Even still, I was several inches taller and several pounds heavier than Veronica. I looked fitter than her so “on paper”, Veronica “should” pose no problem for someone like me. But, “on paper” and “should” being the operative words.

“You should have left Eric alone” was all she said as she moved in. Her breasts were mesmerizing. Such size and perfect shape on this small girl. CRACK! Her uppercut to my chin dazed me but still I threw a wild hook. She evaded it easily…and made me pay.

Ooufff! Ooufff! Her body blows were far more powerful than I expected and far harder than my abs could take. I grunted with every fist she threw there. She smiled as one particularly hard combo forced me to take a step back. She giggled a little as I looked at her with a pained expression.

“That feeling your experiencing right now, Anna? It’s your abdominal muscles first tightening from the pain of my fists. But soon, very soon, my fists will beat through your weak body and Anna? I’m gonna target your softening belly over and over. It’s kinda my thing.”

As I backed into the wall of onlookers, she moved close. Her short punches carried incredible strength. Ooufff! A left impaled my gut and I folded over it. CRACK! Her right straightened me up and I swayed from the power of her. CRACK! A short, left hook crushed my jaw and my arms dropped!

She pounded on me that way for several head-snapping punches. She ROCKED me. She slowed to take her time but added power as she worked over my belly and ribs. She’d pick a spot and shoot her hard fist into it. Over and over I heard myself grunt from the accuracy of the beating she was handing me.

She must have hit me 20 times but her posse kept me standing. She walked up to me and grabbed the back of my head. I offered little to no resistance. She smashed my bleeding nose and lips into her chest! Her tits were amazingly firm but this was meant to humiliate and intimidate me bursa eskort and anyone else watching.

She grabbed my chin, (even her grip was strong) and shook me awake. “I didn’t want you to miss this.” Her jab snapped my head and my shapely body was exposed once more. THUMP! THUD! THUMP! Her fists just BURIED into my gut. My knees started to give way again but this time, when they did, she hit me with a right cross followed by another that put me to sleep! My body crumpled in a heap.

I woke to cool hands on my face. Even the light touch hurt but I was able to make out my sister’s face. Weakly I said, “Hey sis! You should see the other girl!” I tried to chuckle but it hurt my ribs. “What happened? How did I get here?”

Jackie said, “A handsome young man named Eric brought you. He said that girl Veronica, who’s been picking on you, beat you up. Is that right? The same little big-titted bitch that beat you up last month?”

A little embarrassed I replied, “Yeah. That’s her”.

“GOD DAMM IT! Well, I’m gonna teach that little bitch a lesson she won’t forget.”

Now my eyes came fully open. “NO, JACKIE! Please! She’s so fucking tough and she cheats to win. And she doesn’t let up until she’s finished with you. Please!”

“Look at me, Anna. Look at my body! Look at my boxing stats! You think that little bitch can beat me? You think that little bitch can beat my sister and get away with it? NO FUCKING WAY! Anyway, it’s done!”

“What do you mean, ‘It’s done’?”

“I mean, I called her up and challenged her to a fight. She accepted! It’s tomorrow night in our gym.”

“NO! NO! Jackie! Please don’t!”

“Too late. You can come watch me take her apart. I don’t intend to show her any mercy.”

A tear worked its way down my cheek, I rolled over and tried to sleep.

I had a nightmare of Jackie fighting Veronica. It was a massacre with 18 year old Veronica laying a total beatdown on my beautiful 22 year old sister, bruising her abs and cracking her jaws. And once she had finished Jackie decisively, she came for me. I woke in a flop sweat.

Jackie was up and out early getting in a run and some light weights. She has built the most amazing body for herself. When she started boxing, she took to it immediately. Oh sure, she took some tough beatings as she was learning but she was laser focused on getting uber fit and being the best.

By 7:30 we were at the gym and Jackie was warming up when in walks Veronica with her posse. Even her sweatshirt couldn’t hide her perfect chest! But, there’s something. She looks nervous! Good! I hope Jackie kicks her ass.

Jackie, still in her light sweats walks over. “So. You’re the bimbo who’s been picking on my sister. I’m glad you showed up! Just tell me when you’re ready.” Jackie then pulled her sweat shirt off revealing her nice breasts and incredibly muscular stomach. I watched Veronica face briefly fall.

Jackie, has nicer, larger breasts than me which go well with her cobblestone abs and baseball-sized biceps. She makes sure Veronica gets a good look at her abs as she flexes. Jackie pulls off her sweat pants revealing very low cut boxing briefs. Cut just above her pubes so she can show off her 8 pack! She goes into a double bicep pose and I swear I can see Veronica swallow.

Then, it’s Veronica’s turn. She fakes a laugh and pointing at Jackie’s chest says, “Well, I can see the family resemblance.” She and her posse laugh heartily. She removes her sweatpants first and turns her back to us. She’s wearing the tightest, shortest, cut-off jeans I’ve ever seen. Her perfect little ass cheeks peek out below.

Then she turns to slowly unzip her hoodie. Even after an inch or so her cleavage is exposed. Her breasts pull at the fabric forcing it apart as the zipper falls revealing a red lace sports bra with boob flesh spilling out the top and sides. Even Jackie watches Veronica’s boobs maybe with a little bit of envy. Instead of a double bicep pose, Veronica locks her hands behind her head and inhales throwing her tits out. I hate it that I have to admit her tits are so fantastic and she’s only 18.

She laughed at us gawking, then casually took her posse over to her corner where they started to apply make-up. Apparently, she wanted to look good expecting a win. A pink hairband pulled her hair out of her face. Slipping her gloves on, she’s ready to go. Jackie chose smaller gloves for them both planning to punish the smaller woman.

Jackie moved to the center of the ring and Veronica followed. Jackie was some 6 inches taller, maybe 20 lbs heavier with all her muscle. Veronica walked up close, pushing her boobs into Jackie’s. “This is a straight up boxing match, bitch. We fight to a knockout, yours of course. If you want to back out, now’s the time, but I’d better not hear about you bullying my sister or anyone else, for that matter.”

Veronica smiled like she had a secret. “I’m not going anywhere, granny. And when you’re on your knees kissing my feet, you’re going to tell everyone who’s the toughest and who kicked your ass.” Jackie just smiled. They touched gloves and returned to their corners.

It was smart of Jackie to hold this fight in a real boxing ring. It lessened the chances Veronica could pull one of her tricks though I put nothing beyond her.

“Jackie. You’re sure of this? Remember, she’s tougher than she looks and she’ll do anything to win. And if she gets the advantage, she won’t show you ANY mercy. PLEASE, be CAREFUL!”

“Thanks, Sis, but I got this. She’s gonna pay for touching my little sister.”

Both ready, the bell starts the first round.

DING! Round one

Veronica comes FLYING out of her corner racing toward Jackie but Jackie is not impressed. Veronica fires a wild overhand right that Jackie easily slips and makes little Veronica pay. Oouufff! Ugghhh! Jackie drilled two lefts into Veronica’s unprotected side, then pushed her away. I could tell Veronica felt it but she smiled again and came back in.

Veronica got in close and rifled a stiff straight into Jackie’s abs. Her fist just bounced off and again, Jackie, fighting like the savvy boxer she is, countered with a hook that caught Veronica on her jaw. The punch was not hard but it was on target and spun Veronica’s head sideways. She shook it to clear the cobwebs and circled Jackie again. This time it was Jackie who was smiling, though to her credit and my dismay, Veronica didn’t seem too bothered by Jackie’s accuracy.

Her posse started yelling from the corner, “KICK HER ASS, RONNIE! SHOW HER WHO’S BOSS!”

Veronica lifted her arms like she was winning and started dancing a little shuffle. All the while, Jackie watched dispassionately, not being distracted by Veronica’s antics. Jackie was content to let Veronica showboat. It did nothing to give Veronica any edge. She moved in again, close. Jackie was doing well countering so she let Veronica initiate the action.

Veronica threw two fast punches into Jackie’s gut as Jackie protected her chin. Both bounced off harmlessly. So Jackie decided to give Veronica a taste of what was to come.

A straight left jab tagged Veronica’s nose but Jackie quickly followed that with another jab and a right cross. Both hit their mark as well as the three-punch combo frustrated Veronica. She swung a wild hook but Jackie’s training saw it coming as she ducked under it and dug her left fist into Veronica’s soft belly. But she didn’t stop with one punch. Like lightning her right followed and buried itself again in Veronica’s trim waist. Ooouufff! COUGH!

Jackie controlled the first round with accurate head shots and more powerful body blows hoping to punish Veronica and wear her down before knocking her out. They circled slowly and it appeared Veronica looked surprised at Jackie’s strength and accuracy. For maybe one of the first times in any of her fights, Veronica was on the defensive. And Jackie didn’t let up.

A right cross caught Veronica cleanly but did little long term damage. The same was true for a left jab. Jackie was placing her punches and although they carried sting, they wouldn’t put Veronica down.

Veronica came back with two fast punches to Jackie’s abs but Jackie didn’t even register then as her right-left-right tagged Veronica’s face in rapid succession. Veronica had to back step and Jackie followed.

Her biceps looked magnificent as she pursued Veronica

Jackie pulled back her fist but…

DING! DING! DING! Round one ends

As Jackie walked confidently back, I was cautiously smiling. Her body was so fit! Not body building muscular but without question, her muscles were clearly visible. With each step her abs moved in rhythm. Her biceps defined the shape of her arms just below her well-developed shoulders. I had been working out with her but she was so far ahead of me in terms of fitness. I felt a little more confident now that she would kick Veronica’s ass.

We looked over at Veronica who had taken a seat as her girls waved a towel, poured water over her face and ice on her belly. She was breathing heavy and I loved it.

“Nice work, sis. But, don’t underestimate her, Jackie. Please! She’s evil.”

“Nothing to worry about. She has no power and I was just playing with her. Not to worry.”

“Sis, she’s just a mouthy, big-titted bully. I’m going to turn up the heat this round.”

“Just be careful, OK?”

“Yeah, yeah. I told you, hon. I got this. No worries! Just sit back and watch.”

DING! Round two began.

As Veronica came to the center her arms were down and she walked out casually like she wanted to talk about something. She had a hand and one finger up as if to make a point or ask a question. Before I could scream out a warning to Jackie, Veronica struck! CRACK! THUD! A two punch combo started with a straight right to Jackie’s chin followed by a heavy gut punch! The cheating gambit had worked and I felt concern wash over my face until…

…Jackie, facing me, was smiling! Veronica pulled back to check the damage she had done. She looked at Jackie and her face fell. Jackie lifted both arms, locked her hands behind her head and flexed both her biceps and her abs!

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I should’ve said no. That was my first mistake.

— Can you hold this up for a sec? We just need the corner up there.

That was Nicole. Tall, direct, cropped hoodie showing abs she definitely worked for. Behind her: three more girls with ring lights, tape, folding reflectors. The TikTok Club, apparently. Some promotional skit, low-budget, high energy. I was just passing through the student center, and suddenly I was “tall guy with working arms.”

The stool looked suspicious from the start — cheap, hollow plastic with cracked feet and a warning label that had peeled off. But I didn’t question it. I stepped up. Held the corner of the makeshift fabric backdrop.

— Little higher! Nicole called.

I reached.

Then heard the crack.

Not loud — just a dry, plasticky pop, like a bottle cap snapping off. The stool shifted sideways under my foot. I fell with it.

Knees hit floor. Hands out. Elbows braced on carpet. The whole thing happened in two seconds.

But what froze everything — the reason no one moved or spoke for a moment — was how I landed.

On all fours. Ass in the air. Shins tangled in the collapsed stool. And somehow, somehow, the motion had dragged my basketball shorts halfway down — exposing the upper curve of my butt and most of my light gray briefs, which were now jammed between my cheeks.

Silence. Then:

— Oh my god, Nicole whispered.

And then —

— Is he… stuck?

Another voice, giggling:

— I think the stool’s eating him.

I felt my face go hot. Tried to push up — but the bent leg of the stool had caught around my ankle, and my shorts were pinched under it. I couldn’t move without dragging them further down. And behind me?

All four girls could see everything.

One of them actually crouched to get a better look.

— Oh wow. That’s… wow.

I didn’t even want to know what bursa escort bayan that meant.

My hands dug into the carpet as I shifted, trying to push up without making it worse. But every twitch of my thighs just scraped more skin across the rough plastic, and the damn shorts were caught under me like a trap. I could feel the waistband digging in on one side and riding up hard on the other, exposing the top of my crack and most of the briefs — briefs that were now so tight they’d molded like a second skin between my legs.

Behind me, the girls hadn’t moved.

No one was helping.

But they were very much watching.

Nicole’s voice broke the silence again, casual but too loud, like a stage whisper.

— Is that… are those Star Wars boxers?

One of them giggled and corrected her.

— Nope. Briefs. You can tell by the way they ride up. I mean… damn. That’s like, full wedgie.

The laughter that followed wasn’t cruel — just genuine, breathless amusement, like someone had slipped on a banana peel in a cartoon. Except the banana peel was my dignity, and the cartoon was me.

I yanked at the broken stool, and it wobbled uselessly. The leg had wedged between my calf and the frame. I couldn’t stand. My arms weren’t free enough to pull my shorts up. The girls were still behind me, and I could hear the unmistakable sound of a phone unlocking. Then the soft, deliberate tap of a camera shutter.

I twisted my head back, horrified.

— Are you serious?

Nicole had her phone out, held low, angled right at me.

— I’m documenting the rescue effort, she said.

I opened my mouth, ready to say something, but then another girl — Mia, I think — actually came closer.

— Hold on, I’ll help.

She knelt down beside me and reached for the tangled plastic. Her fingers brushed my calf.

— Okay, we’ll bursa escort sitesi do it slow — lift your left knee?

I did.

She grabbed the stool, pulled, and — I don’t know how — managed to yank it in just the right way that my entire body jolted forward and my briefs snapped further up my ass, stretching the fabric tight enough to lift my balls slightly.

And of course, that’s when a second phone clicked.

— Shit, wait, go back, said one of the others, laughing. I missed the moment.

— You mean the instant his dignity left his body? Nicole replied.

I groaned into the carpet.

Mia, bless her, was actually trying. She had both hands on the stool now and was tugging earnestly. But every move she made dragged my shorts down another inch. I could feel the waistband teetering near the base of my spine — and even worse, feel how the briefs had ridden so far up my crack that they weren’t even doing their job anymore.

My whole ass was almost out.

And they were still giggling like it was a team-building exercise.

— Okay, okay, we need to be serious now, Nicole said — but her voice was shaking with laughter.

— Let’s all count down together. On three we lift.

I closed my eyes.

And waited for the countdown that might, maybe, give me a shot at pulling my pants back up before the next picture.

Three… two… one.

On “one,” four different hands grabbed the stool — and part of my ankle, and maybe a corner of my shirt — and pulled. But it wasn’t coordinated. It wasn’t smooth. It wasn’t even helpful.

My left leg wrenched free first. The shift pitched my weight forward, dragging my hips a few inches down and, with them, both the shorts and briefs clinging to my body. I felt the unmistakable release of fabric from skin — a soft peel, hot from friction — and then the cold air across my ass.

There was a beat of silence. A real pause.

Then a collective gasp, followed immediately by shrieking laughter.

— OH my god–

— I saw EVERYTHING–

— I didn’t mean to! I swear! I just–

But they weren’t turning away.

I was still on my hands and knees, ass completely bared, briefs wedged between my legs and twisted sideways, one testicle very possibly visible, and the camera noises hadn’t stopped.

I tried to scramble up — to pull something over me — but my shirt had ridden up and my shorts had slid down and there was no way to fix one without exposing more of the other. I grabbed blindly for the waistband, but Nicole’s voice cut in:

— Leave it. We’re already past the point of return.

I froze.

She was right. My body knew it too — the sweat between my shoulder blades, the flush creeping down my chest, the tremble in my hands. Somewhere deep down I realized I wasn’t even trying to escape anymore. I was just bracing. Waiting for the moment to end.

Then one of the girls said, almost sweetly:

— Do you want us to help you up… or is it safer for you down there?

Laughter again.

I finally forced myself to roll sideways, one leg free, arm covering as much as I could. My briefs were twisted, halfway around my thigh. My shorts were at my knees. Everything itched and stung — from friction, from air, from shame.

Mia crouched next to me and offered a hand. Her face was red — but from laughter, not guilt.

— You okay?

I nodded. Couldn’t speak.

She pulled me up, and as I stood, Nicole announced like a game show host:

— Let’s give it up for Star Wars Boy! Survived the stool. Lost the battle with gravity. Gained, like, five new nicknames.

The others clapped. Someone took a bow.

I muttered something, pulled up my clothes without daring to meet their eyes, and stumbled toward the door.

As I left, I heard Nicole say:

— I swear I wasn’t looking at his dick. But if I had been… I’d say it matched the stool.

And then they absolutely howled.

I didn’t look back.

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The days following my vasectomy were uneventful. I spent my time at home watching Netflix. I must admit, Emily took very good care of me and made sure I had plenty of snacks and fluids.

I could tell Emily was very busy around the house while I was recovering on the couch. She looked so sexy in her tight top and yoga pants. Every time I saw her, she was carrying bags or boxes of various items. She also made sure that I regularly had a cold pack of ice on my groin to prevent swelling.

Emily convinced me to continue wearing soft panties to minimize discomfort. She also insisted that I wear a second pair of panties to hold the packs of ice in place between the first pair of panties and the second pair. It was a little unorthodox, but I had to admit it worked rather well to keep me comfortable.

Several days later I was starting to feel better. I no longer needed ice on my groin, and the swelling had finally subsided. However, Emily thought it was best if I continued to wear soft panties while I completed my recovery.

I occupied myself with a full day of household chores while Emily was at work. I was just bringing the last of the laundry upstairs and didn’t even hear her come in.

I turned the corner, and there she was.

Emily stood in the doorway, framed by the gentle glow of the hallway behind her, wearing the dress. Our wedding dress. Pure white, elegant as ever–lace delicately tracing over her bodice, sheer and floral and perfectly fitted to her curves, flowing seamlessly into that shimmering satin skirt that pooled like liquid moonlight around her feet. My breath caught before I could say a word.

She stepped forward slowly, her heels clicking against the floor, the weightless train trailing behind her like a whisper. Her hair was styled just as it had been that day–soft waves pinned just enough to keep them in place, a few strands left loose to frame her face like art. Her makeup was flawless, elegant and radiant, with that subtle edge she always wore so well.

I could hardly move.

“Emily…” I whispered, completely entranced. “You look… you look exactly the same as you did that day.”

She smiled, tilting her head slightly with that confident little glint in her eye.

“Do I?” she said, her voice smooth and low. “Because I feel even better.”

She turned slightly, letting the dress hug her shape as she smoothed a hand down her waist. “It still fits perfectly,” she said, with a small, proud smirk. “Not bad for a few years later, right?”

I was speechless. My heart was pounding in my chest, and something electric and reverent twisted low in my stomach. She was stunning. Beyond stunning. It was like time had stopped and dragged me right back to the moment I first saw her walking down the aisle–but this time, I was even more hers.

Then, with a playful, sultry smile, she lifted the hem of the skirt just a few inches–enough to reveal a glimpse of sheer lace against her thigh. The garter. Her wedding garter. The same pale blue and white one I’d helped her slide on that morning years ago, trembling with nerves and excitement.

“I even kept this,” she murmured, pulling the garter down her long sexy leg and dangling it in front of my face. “Felt like the right time to remind you.”

I took a bursa escort slow breath, trying to find words, but nothing could fully describe the effect she had on me in that moment. There was something about seeing her like that again–so composed, so commanding, so impossibly beautiful–that sent a wave of heat and awe through me. I felt small in the best way. Grounded. Owned by her.

“You’re… you’re unreal,” I finally said, my voice thick with emotion. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

With a knowing smile, Emily removed my shirt and pulled down my shorts and panties before pulling me forward to step out of them, every movement deliberate, eyes locked on mine. I was completely naked. Next, Emily wrapped the lace garter around my cock and balls and secured it in place with a snug knot.

“I want you to remember,” she whispered, reaching out to trace a finger along my penis, “what it means to belong to me. And what it felt like… when I choose to be yours, too.”

I swallowed hard, dizzy under the weight of her presence, her beauty, the gravity of what she was doing. I felt everything all at once–desire, reverence, love, submission–and the power she held in that moment was absolute.

Emily guided me over to the couch with a seductive smile and sat alongside me, perfectly poised as always, her presence as commanding as ever.

She turned toward me and started gently rubbing my knees and thighs, while checking the tightness of her garter that was secured to my groin. A slow, knowing smile spread across her face–the one that always made my heart beat just a little faster.”

“You know, Kyle,” she said, her voice low and smooth, “I’ve been meaning to tell you just how proud I am of you. Everything you’ve expressed about me leading this relationship… it’s more empowering than I ever expected. It’s so nice not having to do housework anymore. And I need to thank you for something else I haven’t said enough about.”

She reached out, taking the tip of my penis in her hand, fingers warm and certain.

“You getting the vasectomy–for me–it meant everything. Being able to stop taking the pill has been… honestly, kind of life-changing. I had no idea how much it was dragging me down until I stopped.”

Emily’s fingers were slowly massaging my shaft while she was looking straight into my eyes. The soft fabric of her garter around my cock and scrotum felt heavenly. I began experiencing my first erection since undergoing my vasectomy a week ago.

“I want you to know something else,” Emily said, her voice low, steady. “I’m completely sure about not having children. I’ve always known it, deep down.”

I blinked, caught slightly off guard by the firmness in her tone.

“It’s not just about the timing or my medical career–though, God knows, a pregnancy would be a massive disruption. I’ve worked too hard to build what I have. My pace, my focus, my body… they’re all exactly where I want them to be. And the idea of having to pause it all to carry a child? To go through labor?”

She shook her head, a little scoff of disbelief slipping out.

“It sounds like a nightmare, honestly. The hormones, the swelling, the pain, the permanent changes to my body? No. I’ve spent years bursa eskort bayan shaping this body. I love how I feel in it. I’m not giving that up for something I never even wanted in the first place.”

I looked down, fidgeting with the corner of Emily’s lace wedding dress still in my hands. The feel of the delicate fabric was somehow calming to me.

“I guess… I just always assumed I might end up a parent someday,” I said quietly. “Not that I ever had a strong picture of it, but… knowing that it’s off the table now–it still feels a little strange. Like I’ve closed a door I might not have realized was important to me.”

Emily leaned closer, her hand gently tugging on my penis, grounding me.

“I get that, Kyle,” she said, her tone softer now but no less confident. “But think about what we have. The freedom. The connection. Our new relationship dynamic with me in charge. You don’t need to be a parent to feel fulfilled. And honestly? You’re thriving in this space–focused, purposeful, and completely tuned into me. That’s not something you would’ve had if we were juggling diapers and school runs and sleepless nights.”

I exhaled slowly, letting her words sink in as she resumed the massage of my penis. Her touch felt so good.

“I guess… I do feel more grounded with you lately,” I admitted. “Like I’m part of something intentional. Something real. I’ve never felt this close to anyone before.”

Emily reached out with her other hand, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than they needed to.

“My mood’s better. I feel clearer, more myself. I’ve got more energy, I’m sleeping better-and my libido…” She gave me a teasing little smirk as she pulled my hand over under her skirt. “Well, I think you can feel for yourself how turned-on I am.”

“You’re not wearing any panties!” I gasped.

Wetness was running down her leg. I blushed, a shy smile tugging at my lips.

“You’re wearing the panties for both of us now, Princess,” Emily said with a giggle as she climbed over my waist and straddled me. I could feel her wet slit against my penis as she redirected my focus with a more serious tone.

“And I don’t have to think about taking the pill every day anymore,” she added, with a hint of relief in her voice. “No alarms, no worrying if I forgot. Just… freedom. And I wouldn’t have that if you hadn’t made that sacrifice.”

“Watching you lie there on that exam table, legs spread wide apart while fastened in the stirrups. Your arms restrained at your sides. Trusting me, surrendering to the procedure… it was one of the most powerful things I’ve ever experienced.”

My cheeks flushed as Emily slid the tip of my penis into the moist entrance of her vagina. It felt heavenly. I looked down for a moment, trying to hold together the wave of emotion that stirred in me as Emily described my vasectomy.

“It was… a lot,” I admitted. “I’m still coming to terms with it, honestly. The idea that it’s permanent, that there’s no going back–it’s scary sometimes. I’m certain that I’ve never felt so exposed and vulnerable as I did when you and Dr. Patel were working between my legs.”

Emily squeezed my ass, drawing me deeper into her pelvis. Her eyes were steady, strong, and filled with something deeper than just affection. I let out a moan at the amazing sensation of being inside Emily.

“I know it was vulnerable,” she said, her voice softening just a touch. “But I was there. I held your hand. I looked you in the eyes when you needed me most. And I had the honor of snipping your cords! That moment… it changed us. It brought us closer. You gave me a gift–not just your body, not just the end of your fertility, but also your trust. Your willingness to let me make that choice for us. It made me feel so connected to you. So empowered. So incredibly turned-on!”

I nodded slowly, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat as Emily continued moving up and down on my lap, my penis thrusting deeper and deeper with each moment.

“I know you were turned-on, Emily. You stuffed your soaked panties in my mouth so I would be quiet, remember?”

“I’ll never forget it,” Emily chuckled. “But I could tell you were so intoxicated by my feminine juices, as always. What was it, two or three strokes of your penis with my soft red panties before you spilled your potent sperm into Dr. Patel’s little cup that final time?”

“I was intoxicated,” I admitted. “More turned-on than I ever expected, obviously. You were everything I needed in that room,” I said quietly. “There were a couple moments where I almost panicked–when I felt so exposed, so out of control. But you didn’t flinch. You just looked at me like I was exactly where I was supposed to be. And somehow… that made it okay. That made me okay.”

Emily leaned in, putting her wet fingers from her vagina into my mouth, her voice slipping into that seductive, confident tone that always melted my doubts.

“Seeing you so vulnerable, so devoted, just cemented what I already knew,” she whispered. “You belong to me, Kyle. Every part of you. And I take that responsibility seriously. But more than that… I enjoy it. Watching you go through that for us, knowing it was my choice you trusted–it was deeply empowering. You were so brave. So beautiful. And now, everything between us is even stronger.”

I felt the weight of her words settle in my chest–heavy, but grounding. She was right. As complicated as it all felt sometimes, I didn’t regret it. Not really. Because through every uncertain step together, Emily had been there. Not just leading–but lifting me, steadying me, claiming me.

My body was on the edge of climax. I was captivated by the feeling of Emily’s soft pussy, and the taste of her incredible juices. “I feel closer to you than I ever have,” I whispered. “And even though I’m still processing everything… I know I’d do it again. For you.”

I erupted in an intense orgasm inside Emily’s vagina. I winced. It was pleasurable, but also slightly painful because I was still recovering from the vasectomy. Emily smiled, her gaze fierce and tender all at once, as she slid off my lap and handed me the panties with an air confidence.

“And I’d ask you to,” she said, leaning in until her lips brushed mine–soft, slow, certain. “Because I know exactly what we need. And I know exactly what to do with what’s mine.”

And just like that, I melted into the couch–grateful, surrendered, and hers.

“Now, put your panties back on so you don’t get the couch messy — and leave the garter in place around your cock and balls while we make this official. I’ve got some documents for you to sign, and the list of rules I promised you. I’ll be right back, sweetie!”

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Home Care

Standing in the doorway of my bedroom, I suddenly found myself feeling very embarrassed, as well as quite vulnerable.

The reason for the former was abundantly clear- it had been some time since I’d had a woman in my bedroom, and the state of it clearly showed that. Had I expected to have one here tonight- especially one as lovely as Nurse Isabella, I’d have made the conscious effort to tidy up a little bit before hand.

Alas, it was far too late for such worries.

As for the latter, the sheer fact that I was standing there beside her half-naked whilst she remained dressed in her chosen uniform was a good enough indicator of just what the power dynamics at play were here. Even outside of the hospital where we’d first crossed paths, she was clearly in control.

I wasn’t sure I minded that at all.

Her eyes fell upon my messy bed- or, more specifically, the bag of ‘medicine’ she’d gifted me when I’d first left her care. Nurse Isabella quickly suppressed a small giggle at the obvious use I’d already gotten out of her things since that fateful day. Even without a word spoken, I felt myself grow slightly red in the face, a feeling which only grew stronger as she stepped further into my room and closer to the bag.

A moment later she was standing beside my messy bed, and I watched her pick up the bag and take stock of its various contents. It seemed as if she were noting each pair I’d used to bring myself to previously untold levels of pleasure, her warm smile growing with each one.

“My my, you weren’t kidding when you said you’d been taking your medicine,” she finally said, her sweet voice and incredibly sexy accent sending shivers through my body and directly into my already hardening cock. Even though she’d thoroughly milked it scarcely five minutes before, it was seemingly readying itself for another round.

Such was the power of her ‘treatments’.

Taking a seat on my bed, she moved the bag to the floor, and slowly began to remove her boots. My eyes were glued to them as her dainty fingers unzipped each one, then ever-so-slowly pulled them off her warm, still cum-drenched nylon-clad feet before putting them beside the bag. Then, to my shock and amazement, she did something incredible.

Showing off a flexibility I never thought possible, Nurse Isabella carefully brought her right foot up to her mouth and slid her nylon-clad toes into her mouth.

I wasn’t surprised she could manage such a feat- with legs as long as hers, it was clearly a distinct possibility, but to see her actually do so was downright amazing, and it made my cock stir even more than her voice had. Was there nothing this woman could not do?

My eyes widened as she slowly sucked my juices off her toes, occasionally pulling them out and letting her tongue lap up the traces of cum she’d managed to miss. She was very thorough, and as moans began to slip out from behind her pink lips, it became rather clear to me that I wasn’t the only who enjoyed her feet.

Nurse Isabella was clearly a fan of them as well.

Once she’d finished up, she held her foot to her nose and took a deep breath, a louder moan following it. Then she moved on to her left foot, stretching her leg up to her mouth and sucking it clean of my cum, only this time, her eyes locked onto mine as she did so.

She stared at me intently as she pleasured herself in such a way, and there was little I could do save moan in response, both from the intensity of her gaze as well as the show going on right in front of me. It was all I could do to stop myself from grabbing hold of my cock and masturbating.

Had someone told me a few months prior that, not only would I finally manage to achieve and maintain an erection as well as experience an orgasm, but that the person responsible for such a miracle would one day be sitting on my bed enjoying themselves, I’d have thought them completely mad.

And yet, here we were.

More importantly, here she was.

My mind could scarcely comprehend such a thing.

So I stood and I watched as Nurse Isabella lapped up every trace of my cum from her nylon-clad foot, then took a sniff of it, her eyes closing and breaking the intense gaze as the pleasure of her scent washed over her, just as it had me countless times before.

Satisfied, she let her foot go and settled herself on my bed, then motioned me over to her with a finger.

I practically fell over myself trying to get there, much to her enjoyment, and before I knew it, I was seated right beside her, completely and utterly dumbfounded by this most recent turn of events, let alone what else could possibly follow in their wake.

Once I was seated, she picked up one of her boots and handed it to me, and bursa bayan eskort almost immediately I held it to my face, so desperate for the scent I’d experienced only minutes before. Were it possible to become addicted to such a thing, it was clear that I was. And I didn’t care.

As I drank in her magnificent foot scent from the depths of her boots, the power of it washed over me more and more with every breath. Even after countless ‘treatments’ as well as all the times I’d taken my ‘medicine’, it still baffled me just how intoxicating such a thing could possibly be.

So lost was I in the scent, I didn’t even notice Nurse Isabella begin to giggle beside me, not until she pulled the boot free from my grasp as well as from my face. “Cheeky boy. I didn’t say you could sniff my boot, did I?”

Red in the face once more, though not entirely from embarrassment, I shook my head. “No…”

She smiled. “Well, I suppose you really must take as much of your medicine as possible. It is quite important to your continued treatment.”

Nurse Isabella then handed me her left boot, and I practically dove into it, taking in the scent therein, unable to imagine anything better than what I was experiencing in that moment. But there were much greater things coming, things which I couldn’t have believed were possible before tonight.

Lost once more on her boot, I didn’t notice Nurse Isabella rise off my bed, nor begin to unzip her uniform. It was only when the sound of her black and red ‘sexy nurse’ outfit dropped to the floor that I dared open my eyes and focus on something beyond the foot-induced euphoria I’d been experiencing.

And the moment I did, my mind nearly went blank.

There she stood, wearing nothing but her headband and her nylon stockings, although the latter were slowly being peeled off her incredible legs. My eyes were locked on her bare body, taking in every last detail from her smooth, pale skin to her small perky breasts as well as her firm, toned thighs. She was a beacon of beauty, one which only grew more stunning when my eyes noted the beads of sweat which seemed to cling to every inch of her body for dear life.

Including, I soon noticed, her sweet, shaven pussy.

With her stockings off, Nurse Isabella was, for all intents and purposes, completely nude, and the sight of such a gorgeous woman in all her glory made her seem almost heaven-sent. In all honesty, I no longer believed she was human- Nurse Isabella was an angel pure and simple, and she was staring down at me with hungry eyes.

She didn’t need to say anything. I knew what she wanted.

Me to be as naked as she was.

I was already halfway there of course, but my shirt soon left my body and a moment later I sat there naked as the day I was born, gazing up at her in complete and total awe, wondering just what she could have in mind for this latest part of my treatment. Even thought I had a rather good idea already.

Stepping closer to the bed- as well as to where I sat staring at her, Nurse Isabella slid her fingers through my hair before gently pulling me towards her crotch.

My face was mere inches from her slit, and she held me there carefully for a moment before utter a single word.

“Sniff.”

In an instant, I did just that, breathing in the scent of her sweet womanhood just as I had her feet, boots and socks. And just as with those, it rocked me like nothing else ever could. Nurse Isabella was already so wet from the evenings events that the warmth emanating from her was overpowering, and I forced myself to breathe in as much of her pussy as I possibly could.

A few seconds passed, then she let go of my face, then raised one of her incredible legs off the floor and softly shoved me onto my back with her bare foot. And the moment those teasing, tantalizing toes touch me, I flopped onto the bed, as if I were completely weightless.

Another giggle slipped out of her, and all I could do was lay there gazing up at her, my mind still reeling from the intoxicating scent of her, as she entered my sight once more.

The next thing I knew, she was making her way on top of me.

While it was true that less than ten minutes ago she had sat on my face, this was quite different. For one thing, this time she was naked. For another, the sensation of her body making contact with mine now that we were both devoid of any clothing was practically indescribable.

No woman I’d been with had felt like her, and as her lovely legs plopped on either side of me and her body straddled mine, the only thing I could think of was just how badly I wanted her. How badly I had wanted her ever since she’d first stepped foot into my hospital room.

She looked bursa escort bayan down at me, her gorgeous face, beautiful eyes and soft, pink lips all coming together in the sweetest smile I had ever seen. Then, without a word, she brought her delicate hands up and began to slowly massage her small, perky breasts.

I could feel my cock get harder by the second, the sensation of Nurse Isabella sitting on me, her wet pussy close enough to my ever-growing erection for me to feel its warmth, and the sight of her playing with her tits as if I weren’t even there, was almost more than I could bear.

And that was saying nothing about her scent, which continued to waft off her bare skin and into my desperate, needy nostrils.

Though I still could not explain it, there was something truly special about Nurse Isabella’s scent. It was almost as if she were radiating pure, unadulterated sexual energy, every pore of her practically dripping with it. The greatest medicine in the world, coming out of incredible body.

After a few minutes, she stopped and turned her attention back to me, taking hold of my wrists and bringing my hands around to cup her bottom. Feeling the cheeks which had already nearly smothered me earlier tonight in the palm of my hands felt amazing, and she didn’t need to tell me what to do,

I began to carefully rub and massage her ass, and Nurse Isabella returned to doing the same to her breasts, the two of us enjoying her body in different ways even as my cock continued to ache beneath her. Something she was clearly aware of, even if she hadn’t said a word about it since we’d entered my bedroom.

A moan slipped free from her lips, spurred by our shared actions, and I began to rub her bottom with greater intensity, wanting nothing more in that moment than to please her even more than I clearly already was. I wanted to be the reason she moaned in pleasure, just as she’d been the reason I’d finally been able to experience such pleasure myself.

The longer she played with her tits and I with her ass, the wetter her pussy seemed to grow. I could feel drops of her wetness, the warmth of her cunt, and my cock ached to slip inside. I wanted to fuck Nurse Isabella so badly, but dared not even mention such a thing aloud.

Much as I wanted her, I didn’t want this moment to end.

Letting go of her breasts, she reached behind her and pulled something from the table beside my bed, something I hadn’t noticed her place there when she’d arrived. But the moment I heard the familiar sound of plastic being torn, I quickly realized what it was, as well as what it meant for me.

A condom.

One she was now slipping over my already raging erection.

Though I’d never managed to remain erect long enough to have sex with any of the women I’d hooked up with over the years, I’d still tried my best to stay safe. Even if the condom always wound up being un-used by the end of things, at least I knew what they felt like.

Or, at least I thought so.

There was something altogether different about one fitting so well, or at the very least, having a cock erect enough to keep one on for more than few seconds, and I relished this new sensation even as Nurse Isabella pulled my hands off of her bottom and looked down at me.

“Now then,” she began softly, “this is a very crucial part of your treatment… It’s clear that the medicine has helped you get all nice and stiff, but we need to make sure you can last… After all, stamina is quite important for your long-term health.”

I wasn’t sure what she was getting at, not at first, but as she moved further up my body, Nurse Isabella laid out the remainder of tonight’s treatment plan. “I’m going to fuck you sweetie… But I want you to hold back as long as you can. I don’t want you to cum until I tell you to… Think you can manage that?”

To be completely honest, I had my doubts, especially once she began to lower herself onto my desperate cock. The idea of finally being allowed inside her, but not to be able to cum… It seemed unlikely. Yet the only response I managed to utter was a small groan as her warm, dripping pussy engulfed my erection, but that seemed to be enough for her.

Ever so slowly, she began to ride my cock, taking her sweet time sliding up and down even as I lay there gritting my teeth. When I’d first managed to maintain an erection- thanks to Nurse Isabella and her unique ‘treatment’, I’d never considered the need to hold back. After years of being unable to get hard, let alone to cum, why would I?

And yet, as I lay there, gazing at the veritable Goddess currently riding me, I couldn’t disagree with her reasoning.

After all, what good would I be if I could get hard, only to cum too quickly?

Still, there was no denying just how amazing it felt to be inside Nurse Isabella in such a way, to feel her warm pussy wrapped around my cock, her body seated atop mine, and her moans filling the air. Never before had I truly understood just how good sex could feel- not simply because at long last I was able to experience it fully and completely, but because I was having it with the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes upon.

As well as the only woman I ever wanted to.

I watched her ride me, a little faster than before, then to my surprise, she placed her hands on my bed, and practically spun around on my cock so that her back was to me- and her feet were mere inches from my face. The scent of them was much stronger now, and my eyes locked onto them as they grew nearer.

Not ceasing in her rhythmic pumping of my cock, Nurse Isabella stretched her legs so that her perfect feet and teasing toes could rest on my face. And the moment they did, I opened my mouth and began to suck and lick the one closest to me while I sniffed the other.

If I thought her feet had smelled and tasted amazing before, I was wrong. The act of intercourse seemed to increase the scent and taste tenfold, and the already intoxicating flavor and aroma overwhelmed me even more than her ass had when it had been planted on my face.

I groaned, louder than ever before, and though I wanted to blow my load inside her, I held back.

It wasn’t easy, and frankly, were the choice mine, I’d likely have cum already. But it was not, and so I did not. But Nurse Isabella had no such restrictions.

Once I’d started sucking her toes, her moans increased, and I felt her pussy clamp down on my erection like a vice. Before I knew it, a warmth I’d never known before engulfed it, and the gorgeous Goddess riding me came with an orgasm the likes of which even I could only dream of.

But she didn’t stop there.

She kept riding me.

Another orgasm soon followed, then another, her feet switching places so I could keep sniffing and licking and sucking them while her pussy squirted all over my cock.

“Mmm,” she moaned, pulling her feet away and spun around to face me, “such a good patient you are… I think…. Oooh… I think….”

Before she could finish her thought- as well as me, another sound filled the air, one far less enjoyable than the moans and groans of pleasure we’d both let slip this whole time. The ring of a cell phone.

Hers.

Stopping dead, Nurse Isabella pulled her phone off the end table, and when she opened it, her eyes and face registered her dismay. “Sorry sweetie, there’s an emergency at the hospital. I have to go.”

Then, as if this were simply another night for her, Nurse Isabella slipped off of me, leaving my erect cock standing at attention, the condom glistening with her juices even as she began to put her uniform back on. So taken aback was I by this sudden and unexpected shift that I barely had time to register the fact that I had not cum.

She looked back at me laying there, and offered me a rather sympathetic smile. “I suppose I’ll need to make another house call soon… In the meantime, you can use these to finish yourself off tonight.”

Sitting up, I watched her plop her nylons into the bag on the floor. I groaned, knowing in my heart that while the scent of them would most certainly get me off, it wouldn’t be nearly as good as cumming inside of Nurse Isabella likely would have felt. Alas, I would need to wait to experience such a thing.

However, as I made it to my feet, a thought crossed my mind, one which had been lingering at the back of it for quite some time and now decided to make itself known.

“Wait,” I said as she reached the door of my bedroom. Nurse Isabella turned to face me, and though I must have looked rather humorous- naked with a drenched rubber still clinging to my cock, but I didn’t care. I had to do this while I still had the chance. “May I take you out?”

Nurse Isabella smiled, blushing slightly as she did. “I’d like that sweetie… But I really must be going.”

I followed her out of the bedroom and over to the front door, intent on seeing her out even in my current state. And as we both stood there, she spun on her heel, planted a kiss on my lips, and gave my cock a small squeeze. I groaned in pleasure as well as surprise, as she pulled the condom off and gave it a lick, tasting her own juices for a moment before tossing it in a nearby bin.

“I’ll give you a call,” Nurse Isabella said with a smile as she opened the door. Then she stepped out and shut it behind her, leaving me standing there alone with nothing but my still-hard erection and the memory of this evening. And though she was gone, I knew next time I saw her, things would be a little different.

But until then, she’d left me with rather clear instructions.

As well as a pair of nylons I was already desperate to breathe in once again.

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

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Lara’s perspective

I panted heavily, my chest rising and falling too sharply — but it was wrong, all wrong! What the heck was happening to me? I couldn’t even scream for help as I needed, my shirt too tight, pushing at my body, the weight of it dragging me forward. My breasts were…bigger? What? It didn’t make sense, none of it made sense! And they were so sensitive, pleasure blooming through me even though I fought back against it, huffing and panting. My hands tried to come up, pushing and squeezing at the flesh of my chest — but I couldn’t get it to go away! It was still there, still throbbing and rippling, as if something was trying to work its way out of my body.

“Unff… Ohhhh!”

I cried out, but hated the sounds coming from my mouth. Why were my breasts so warm? It didn’t make sense. Even briefly touching them, my fingers juddering away as if I had been burned, was too much. It was like being at the point of orgasm — but I’d never felt like that before from touching my breasts!

They’d called themselves the Fae, but I didn’t know what that meant and moaned as I leaned forward against an armchair, Sara at my shoulder, clutching at it, though it did not steady me. The pleasure… I had to bite my lip hard, though thankfully not hard enough that any blood flowed into my mouth, to force my groan back. Why did it feel so good? My fingers wanted to both leap to my breasts, to rub and tease and pull over the growing flesh, and go between my legs, to find a way to satisfy that need.

And, still, I did not and could not understand why that need was there, my nipples tingling, as if something was swelling through me and concentrating there.

“Oh, Sara… Sara, what’s happening to me?” I begged, wishing that she could make it all right again. “This… Unff… It’s wrong!”

“Ahaha!”

The original Fae, whatever that was, was not the one to cry out like that, however, another with a slenderer body and a tight-lipped smile, appearing in a glow of blue light beside him. They were both male — well, I thought they were male. What they were didn’t seem to be any of my true concern, not at that time.

The second Fae had black hair, long and tied back, hard lines at the corners of his eyes as if he saw something that I did not. Whatever that meant… It was hard to concentrate on anything but my chest, but anger flared within, red-hot and brimming over with the need to do something.

I had to stop them! They were the cause! The anger roared, an explosion that needed an outlet.

“You!”

I lunged at him, even as he jumped back, easily avoiding me as the weight of my growing double chest threw me off balance, though his hard lips twisted into a scowl.

“Oh, so the pretty girlie thinks that she can just throw her weight around, huh?” He shot back at me, an eyebrow raised. “Well, you’re going to get even bigger than this then. I thought I’d leave you sort of mobile… Not now. You should never have come into our home and thought that you could just stomp your way around up here!”

I gasped, my body aching, a flash blinding me for a second, but I did not quite catch how the light leapt in a burst from the Fae’s fingertip. His nails were black, like his hair, yet it was not due to any kind of polish, even as I hissed through my teeth. It was not like me to be so venomous, escort bursa but, well…just who was going to react positively to being transformed? That was what had happened to Ciri, but I wasn’t becoming an animal!

No… I knew my face was red and tears were threatening, but I went for the creature again. All I wanted was to make him pay, to make him know that he couldn’t hurt me, not like that, not then. And yet I panted heavily, a dull ache spreading through my body, the sensation of the skin stretching over my breasts growing and growing, until I screamed and burst through my shirt.

And then my breasts spilt out, growing more and more and more, the Fae smirking at me. I caught that smirk, blistered into my vision like an after image that remained after looking at the sun, heaving and panting. Shreds of my shirt hung from my shoulders and my bra was gone, leaving me to grab at horror at my tits.

And yet…there was something else too. I felt funny, as if all the energy had slipped from my limbs, arms suddenly dropping to my sides, as limp as noodles. Breathless, I tried to wiggle my fingers, making a strangled cry — oh, I hated that. I cast my gaze on him, quieter that time, pleading without words, but all the Fae had for me was another smirk and a wiggle of his fingers.

“Enjoy your fate. Or not, I’d really rather that.”

I stilled, panting, grunting, whimpering, my arms…shrinking. And my legs too! The strength that had faded from them turned to sensation, everything sensitive, too sensitive, my fingers and toes melding together into what looked like a nipple, arms and legs fattening up and softening into flesh and fat alone — no bone, no muscle. Apparently, that was not needed for the horrors he was laying over me as I squealed and blubbered, big, fat, embarrassing tears rolling down my face.

“P-p-please…” I begged, loathing that I even had to do it, but the sickening twists and curls of fear pushed me on. “I-I-I d-d-don’t want any-y-y of this!”

He ignored me and I sank lower and lower, not able to support myself, slumping on the ground, my breasts growing bigger and bigger and bigger. I tried to remove my trousers, but the swell of the flesh there, shrinking in towards my body while it rounded out into a fleshy, soft, jiggling lump, stopped me, the trousers too tight around them for comfort. I whined through my sobs, but I couldn’t get them off, minutes stretching out, not even aware of how much time had passed.

Did it matter anymore? My stomach sank, struggling, rocking back and forth, but there was little I could do without arms and legs! Limbless… Horror dragged me down and I cried harder, trying to shrink away, rocking back and forth, feeling like I was thrashing but only really jerking about a bit as my trousers split and my backside was revealed. That would have been an awful lot more humiliating if my legs were not obviously breasts by that point, soft with sensation and yet weak with no ability to move at all.

“Please… Please, no… No… Don’t…”

It shocked me how quiet my voice was, but I couldn’t raise it, the room around me blurry through my tears. Sara was there, stroking my hair — clearly, she didn’t want to touch my shoulder for that was where the breast erupted from, just two huge tits on either side of my body, squashing down to sort of “sit” on the ones that my legs had become.

“Please… No… No, I don’t want this, I want to be whole again, I want to be me again, change me back, please, I’ll do anything, anything at all, I don’t want…”

The Fae’s expression twisted, even though my bitter, whispered pleas were barely audible, just a stream of conscious thought that went on and on and on. Yet he rolled his eyes, casting a look at his comrade, though the first Fae didn’t seem all that bothered by me.

“Ugh… You’re so annoying! Here — take this and eskort bursa shut up!”

The Fae pointed at me again, with a snap of his fingers, a jagged streak of light leaping between me and him as something jolted into my body. Panic enveloped me, sweating anxiously, shifting my weight, but I could barely move as it was, Sara helping to prop up my mostly nude form against the side of the armchair. Between my legs was still just about covered, but the nipples of those fat, swollen breasts, horrific in how they attached themselves to my body, wobbling and jiggling, soft when they pressed into the chair.

I shuddered bodily, but…I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t say anything, not as horror enveloped me. My eyes grew blurry and yet I couldn’t even say that that was the worst of it, not as my tears dried up as my eyes changed too.

I knew what they were becoming, whimpering and blubbering, yet I couldn’t make the same sound that I had before, my body shrunken, weakened, a blob of boobs that couldn’t ever be useful for anything, not good for something, not the person that I wanted to be.

“Mmmmph!”

My tongue glued itself to the roof of my mouth, but it felt like my whole mouth was closing in around it, melding together, so that there was no longer any space to be had between my tongue and gums or even my teeth, but it all felt soft in there, so very soft. My lips squeezed together, but something pointed, a tip of something, pressed forth.

Was he… No…

No, he couldn’t be transforming my eyes into breasts too, could he? My eyes were still able to see, at least a little, and I peered down, shuddering and jolting, jerking back and forth, grunting and squealing through the gagging pressure of my sealed lips.

But no… It was worse than that, though I hadn’t thought that things could get worse, not as a big penis swelled from where my lips had been. It tingled and ached with illicit sensitivity that I really didn’t want to think about, not at all, grunting through it, reeling back, but that only made me slump even harder against Sara, sometimes the only thing holding me up. Through my blurry eyes, eyeballs feeling like they were swelling, the room around me distorting, the shaft swelled out and out and out from my lips. But were they even lips anymore, when a big shaft was protruding, wobbling back and forth?

Fleshy, it sagged down under its weight, but there were balls too, feeling how they wrinkled into existence first, filling with cum. They weighed down my face and, even though my neck was still as it was, I tipped forward, grunting through the cock and balls, my eyesight blurrier and blurrier, though it was not tears as something pushed from my eyeballs, letting them become, horrifically, something worse.

So much worse.

I moaned, my sight fading. But I knew what they were, all as my lower lips became balls too, weighing down, feeling every drop of cum filling them, how they dragged my head forward, swelling out and out and out. A horse cock bulged from each eyeball, stealing my gift of sight and blinding me, horror battling with terror in my chest, though neither one won out in the end.

I should have been screaming, flailing, fighting back. But it was funny, in a sickening, stomach-twisting sort of way, just how the body could come to accept a fate like that, a state of helplessness in freeze, just trying to numb everything, to make it better for the mind. I’d learned about that before, but I’d never thought, not even once, that it would ever happen to me.

Without my sight, all I had was sensation and the sound of the skin pulling out, like a strange sort of rustling noise, horrifying in its presentation. It strained and creaked, like old rubber, though I had always thought that my skin, in particular, had been very soft and supple, youthful. I’d never thought of it like rubber before but everything other than my sight, lost to me, was ramped up as I whined and tried to stick out my tongue — but, of course, I didn’t have a tongue anymore. And wasn’t that the most horrifying thing of all?

Dreaming, I had to be dreaming.

A nightmare.

Only, it wasn’t. It wasn’t a nightmare, no matter how much I wished it was one — because that would mean that I would wake up again and I didn’t think, at that time, that I was going to wake up again, never again.

No… No, there was no end to the horror, wanting to fight back but quailing, all the same, from the darkness surrounding me. No sight, no movement — I was even afraid to jostle my body back and forth a little too much, thinking that I was going to topple sideways, a prisoner in my own form.

“They’re… They’re cocks,” someone said in a hushed tone, though I was barely listening to them. “Oh, Lara…”

A face covered with cocks, no sight, lost… And I had to bear through it, the chill of fear sinking into the pit of my stomach while something tingled through me. It was not like how my breasts had felt when they had started growing but it still came with the same intensity to it.

What was it? I didn’t understand, not as my body swelled, losing the ability to understand myself, the physical presence of my body as it had been for so very long. It was distracting, like my attention was being dragged somewhere else, my breath hitching and quickening, along with my heart rate.

It drummed in my ears. Yet I still didn’t get it, not even then.

Still, I felt the breasts swelling, weighing me down, fat and bulbous, surely my defining feature, a monster, just a breast monster… That didn’t sound right though and I was sure that Sara would have described it differently, but I didn’t really care. It was hard to care about anything at all as the cold prickle of dull sweat pulled over my body, the straining skin of the horse cocks fleshing out even more. Even though I couldn’t see it, I could feel, somehow, just how there was a ridge-like line in the middle of the cocks, one for each eye and one where my mouth had been, the head shaping itself, flatter and more plumped out that a man’s cock.

Gggnnngghhh…

It wasn’t much of a moan when it was in my head. The cocks trembled, fleshing out, and I tried to blink, the horse cocks throbbing. I understood that sensation and something turned over in my stomach, the urge to do something aching deeply through me. I jolted, the cocks jerking, though the throb of them made my head try to tilt back and forth with them, as if the very weight that they carried was shifting and pulling.

I shuddered, trying to whimper, but I don’t think I managed to do more than even wobble. Nothing… No, I wasn’t anything. Not even as cum fountained from my cocks, the weight of them pulling, tugging uncomfortably at my skin, cold all over and yet prickling with that aching, bitter sweating chill. I didn’t have to understand what was happening to my body, not then, not as I quivered, the cocks jetting off, ropes of cum splattering my body, landing more softly on the armchair.

So… That was what I felt. That did not make sense, not at all, but I was swept along by the confusing ecstasy, so very different from any orgasm that I had had as a woman that it was no wonder that I had not realised what was happening. With every spurt, my head was tugged to the side of that cock, my neck straining with the ache of it all, for sensation was all I had.

Nnngghhh…

My head swayed with the climaxes, finding a rhythm, horrified by how good it felt. And yet my mind was not even allowed to retreat from the moment, dragged into the present, toxic passion embroiled with fear.

Too much… Much…too much…

Whimpering, I would have closed my eyes if I had still been able to, though the notion didn’t even exist in my active mind.

I only knew that my cum, the cum fountaining from the huge cocks, had hit the soft furnishings because of how it sounded.

Everything was different.

And there was nothing I could do about it.

Continued in part five…

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My name is Dylan Cross, but my friends back in Idaho call me “Dill.” The nickname started in third grade, when my classmates discovered my strange affinity for pickles. Every day, my lunch consisted of a peanut butter sandwich, a juice box and three massive pickles in a Ziploc bag. Mama never knew that I always traded my sandwich for an extra pickle or two from anyone willing to make a deal. Sam usually had an extra one or two for me, and she was more than happy to eat my sandwiches and snacks. It was a perfect arrangement.

But life moves on. Right after high school, I landed a scholarship to Queen’s College in mechanical engineering. Now I’m a nineteen-year-old sophomore in my first month here, just doing my best to settle in. Everything’s new–new city, new people, new rhythm–but I still keep a jar of pickles in my dorm fridge. Some things don’t change. What does change is how much I miss my family and Sam. I also miss Dad, Jeb and little Gracie with those cute blonde pigtails. I even miss that old cow Daisy and that cute baby llama pops just bought for out travelling petting zoo. Maybe I don’t miss waking up at five am to shovel cow shit or spending every weekend tending to the animals.

Queens College feels big and stale, and here I’m just a number in a sea of faces. I still haven’t made any friends, and it seems like nobody wants to hang out with the scrawny boy from a small farm town. Back home, I was popular and funny–people knew me there and they loved me. Back in elementary and high school, the girls would giggle and blush whenever I joked around with them. They used to fuss over my straight blonde hair, my deep blue eyes, and the two dimples above my lips every time I laughed. I wish Sam was here and still trading pickles for peanut butter sandwiches while she listened to all my stupid jokes. I miss her big brown freckles, her curly red hair and that perfect smile of hers.

When Sam asked me to prom, I was ecstatic. Sam had been my crush she started third grade, and we’d grown up together since then. Our families lived just three farm lots apart and shared so many beautiful memories together. Sam was always at my house fussing over Gracie’s pigtails and hanging out with Jeb up in the tree house I built with papa. Most of the time I would just hang back and try to be cool, not wanting to make it obvious how much I was into her. I would usually sit on the front porch swing, rocking back and forth until Sam finally came to talk me. It was all worth it, because Sam was one of the prettiest girls in school. She may have even been the prettiest girl in town. She knew it but she didn’t act it at all. She wasn’t like those upper-class city bimbos from town who hung around the sports jocks during our high school years. Those bimbos smoked like crazy, and they wore so much makeup you could barely see their faces. Sam was naturally beautiful. She didn’t need to cake her face with layers and layers of makeup to make her look good.

On prom night, we were slow dancing and I decided to finally make a move. It was the last song of the night and I was nervous. We had both just turned eighteen, and she was prettier than ever. I had been staring into her pretty green eyes, and couldn’t take my eyes of her sexy red lips all night. It was going to be a truly magical moment, and my heart was beating fast. It was a moment straight out of one of the romance films mama like to watch on TV. But instead of our lips meeting, something else happened. I leaned in closer but instead of the soft sensation of Sam’s pretty soft pink lips, my lips smacked right into a huge and very wet and slimy. She’d had pulled it out of her purse, and discreetly tucked the pickle in between our lips at the very last second. We both laughed so hard that we fell right to the floor, and when we got up we smacked our heads together. I still have the scar on my forehead. Sadly, I never got to kiss her perfect lips. I was too embarrassed to try and make another move that night, and Sam was too shy.

That night was the last time I ever saw her.

It’s a complete mystery what happened to Sam. I rang her doorbell the next morning, and there was no answer. After ringing it and least twenty times, I went around back and let myself in. The house was completely empty, and all their furniture was gone. Her dads F150 still sat in the driveway, and all the farm equipment was parked out back. Rufus wasn’t barking and Sam’s dad wasn’t yelling at him to shut up. It looked like her whole family had just picked up and vanished in the middle of the night.

My parents had no answers. No one in town did. Rumors spread like wildfire. The Davis family at the end of road swore they saw a spaceship over their barn that night, but no one believed them. That’s because they’re a bunch of inbred whackos that drank so much moonshine they practically went blind. Who’s going to believe a bunch of jibber-jabber from a family whose eyeballs move the wrong way? I almost believed them myself, escort bursa but it was just too weird of a story.

That day, my pickle addiction disappeared. So did my confidence and my ability to talk to women. It was all lost when I lost Sam. Now, I spend most of my time studying science and running track to stay in shape. I guess I’m still searching for something–maybe for answers, maybe for that pretty curly-haired redheaded crush of mine.

My roommate Toby is very much the opposite of me. He’s what they call the big man on campus, and he goes to every party. If there’s a party, he’s there and he’s the life of that party. He dances until all hours of the night; he’s often the DJ, the bartender and the promoter. Even his voice is contagious and seems to work to get the crowd going. He can also out drink anyone in the college, and he’s quite proud of it. I’ve never been to any of the parties, but I always overhear the popular students talking about how messed up they got ‘last night’ or how much fun they had. He’s tried inviting me, but I always lie and say I have to study for my exams. The truth is, I’m way ahead of my courses-I’m just a shy skinny farm boy who’s afraid of what a party is. I don’t how he manages to complete a single course the way he stumbles into the room at three-am almost every night. But he somehow has some of the best grades in his program.

He’s as handsome as he is charismatic. Back home in Idaho, most us farm boys are strong but skinny. Up until know I had never seen a black man, never mind a as big as Toby. I guess that’s what happens when you’re from a tiny farm community. Toby is truly a monster of a man, and probably the biggest guy I’ve ever seen in my entire life. My guess is that he’s probably around three hundred pounds of solid muscle.

During the first few months of college, I discovered something new about myself. I was sitting up on a hill overlooking the college field, and studying for an upcoming biology exam. It was a beautiful summer’s day, and the library was way too noisy for me to concentrate. Pretty soon my studying was interrupted by a very loud game of volleyball. There was so much yelling and cheering that I set the books aside and leaned up to watch the game.

The female players were absolutely beautiful, and I couldn’t help but stare just a little bit. Their bodies were well toned and they all most perfect butts. With every jump their perfect butts would jiggle and bounce in every direction, drawing me in more and more. If papa saw me staring, he sure as hell would slap me sideways! I knew it wasn’t polite to stare-but it’s pretty hard not to.

Of course their tiny black volleyball shorts left very little too the imagination. I completely gave up on studying and kept staring and staring, and then staring some more. Lucky for me, I was so high up on the hill there wasn’t a chance in hell they would notice me.

Then it happened, it was the first time in my life. My eyes wandered away from the sexy volleyball players. I couldn’t help it. He was just incredibly good looking. He was so hot that I started to feel myself getting hard just looking at his tall and perfect body. Papa would certainly smack me silly if he saw me lusting after another man, and I’m sure Pastor Will would have a thing to say about it. But this was just me, and nobody would ever know. Yes, I was getting hard over a guy. It felt wrong but the swelling inside my tight cotton underwear was getting thicker and thicker.

The handsome shirtless blonde towered over the other players. He was sweating a lot, and beads of dirt and sweat poured down his big robust chest. The sweat and dirt kept rolling down his body, creating a thick layer all over his chiseled abs. Every time he slammed the ball it seemed like his chest was ‘flexing’, and every time his huge muscular arms flew up in the air I could feel myself getting harder. Now I had a full erection.

I tried hard to re-open my books and continue studying. I did my best to ignore my urges just like Pastor Will always taught us in church, but I couldn’t help staring at him. Peeking out through my book, my eyes wandered right back to his dirty sweaty body. The teams had switched sides and I was staring directly at the front of his body. He was swinging his arms all the way up, and there was something very long dangling inside his of his tight volleyball shorts. The next time he swung up his arms, I could see the big tip of his cock pushing against his shorts. I was so into him that I could feel the start of something dripping inside my underwear, and spilling all over the front of my cotton underwear.

I couldn’t stop staring at him, and fantasying about seeing his perfect naked body. Then he turned around, giving me a really nice view of his strong backside. My eyes wandered downwards again, stopping just under his waist. That was a big moment for me. It was the moment I discovered that I was into guys, and görükle escort staring right at a guy’s hot sweaty ass. But Queens College is also a religious school and being into guys was very much forbidden here. But that didn’t stop me from secretly watching him the rest of the game, and staring at his beautiful body every chance I got. From that moment on, the tall grass became my new ‘study spot’. Lucky for me he always played shirtless. From all the yelling and cheering, I even learned what his name was. Every time ‘Sven’ would bend down to pick up the ball during his volleyball games, another rush would spread through me, and I could feel myself getting rock hard.

Then one day right in middle of their game, the skies opened up and it started pouring rain. At first the players didn’t seem to care, and continued with their volleyball game. But after a few minutes everyone was slipping and sliding and the game turned into a big wet muddy pile. Watching a bunch of hot scantily-dressed chicks slipping and sliding around in soaking wet clothing was definitely something hot, but once again my attention was drawn to Sven. His short were soaking wet, and I could see the clear outline of his cock. It was long and massive, and even bigger and longer then I imagined. The head was gigantic and his shorts were so wet I could practically see it every time he jumped up and down.

Finally, the team captain called it quits and they began to head back inside. Sven had his soaking wet arms wrapped tightly around a very pretty blonde on his right, and very pretty tall brunette on his left. Both the girls shirts were soaking wet and I could clearly see their thick hard nipples pressed against their shirts. They were smiling and giggling at him, clearly infatuated with him and having no problem with the way he was jokingly squeezing both their butts. I bit my lip hard and got a really good look between his legs before finally running back to the dorm.

Two weeks later Sven joined my track team. It was pure torture for me and a very big distraction. He was really good and would always get ahead of me when we ran our laps. It wasn’t fair that he was at least two feet taller than me, but I didn’t care because I got to watch his perfect ass-cheeks bouncing up and down in front of me all the time. His track shorts were much shorter than his volleyball shorts, and left little to my imagination. If he bent down to tie his shoelaces or do a stretch, his shorts would ride all the way up to his waist giving me a view of his sweet muscular butt. A few times I came inches away from him. I was so close that I could see the beads of sweat dripping down on his shorts. It was pure torture, because there was nothing I could do about it. Sven was obviously a ladies’ man and I wasn’t even sure what to do with a guy (or a girl).

After track one day he was getting undressed in the locker room. Sven couldn’t see me because I was three rows over and hidden behind a row of lockers. I watched his every move as he peeled his tiny track shorts off his hot sweaty body. I got a very quick look and his naked backside, but I wanted to see more. I was so close to finally seeing him naked. So for the next ten minutes, I waited impatiently behind the lockers for him to return. When Sven finally reappeared he was completely naked. His small towel was slung over his left shoulder, and his long blonde hair was dripping down over his chest. Just as he approached his locker, I finally got a good look at his naked body. It was dangling down between his legs like a small snake, and it was MASSIVE! He wasn’t even hard at his cock was almost triple the size of mine. My eyes practically flew out of head as I stared at him, wishing I could touch it.

When he reached up to dry off his hair, his huge cock whipped back and forth between his legs. The huge veins on his cock seemed to stretch out everywhere, and pop out along his shaft creating a sort of ‘maze’ of long blue veins. As I gawked at his huge circumcised tip, and impressive girth I could feel a small wet spot forming at the crotch of my track shorts. He didn’t have hair anywhere near his cock or on his balls, which made everything more noticeable and seem much bigger. Gawking at his cock was only making harder and harder and now that wet spot had really started to expand. Whatever that wet stuff was, it was now slowly dripping down along my cock, running down and dripping my thigh. As discreetly as I could, I reached inside of my shorts and began to wrap my hand around my messy cock.

Still completely unaware of me staring and touching myself, he turned around to get his clothes out of his locker. Even with his back towards me, I could see his cock dangling loosely between his long muscular legs. He spread his legs wide apart continued to dry himself off. As he wiped his ass up and down, his bare butt cheeks bounced wildly. His ass was smooth and toned like the female volleyball players, but the way he seemed to flex them when he moved around made his ass so much sexier.

While he pulled the towel up and down, he spread his cheeks spread far enough apart that I could see his clean shaven pink hole. I could only imagine slipping my tongue in there or bending him over and gently penetrating him with my swollen cock (I still wasn’t sure how it would work). I could feel my face turn beet red, as I moved my hand faster and faster inside of my shorts. Pastor Will certainly would not be ok with this!

I had never had sex with anyone, but his pink hole was so perfect and looked so inviting. I continued to watch as he turned around and finished toweling off. Another warm drop pressed against my tight track shorts, as he pressed his towel between his legs. His huge circumcised head slipped in and out of the towel. It was like a snake sticking its head out the grass. When he stopped and focused on drying his hair, I completely lost control. I bit my lip hard and a huge gush of warm liquid spilled all over my fingers and everywhere inside my shorts. There was so much I could see a huge stain on my shorts and it continued dripping down my leg. I held the locker again, but this time I was because I couldn’t stop shaking. With my cock still dripping everywhere, I continued to watch his every move.

He threw the towel down on the bench, and pulled his tight white underwear up to his waist. His underwear barely fit, and the huge tip of his cock pressed hard against the soft cotton. I was instantly hard again, as I admired the massive tip in the crotch of his underwear. He turned around and pulled up his jeans and then put on a tight black T-shirt. Once his shirt was on, he grabbed his gym bag and headed out of the locker room. His jeans were on tight, tight enough that I could see every muscle of his perfect ass wiggling around while he walked out of the changing room. Thankfully I was way on the other side of the locker room and he didn’t see me. He turned around for a second and looked towards the locker, as if he had forgotten something. I could see the huge bulge between his legs, and could only imagine opening up his tight jeans zipper. He started to walk towards me, but luckily he turned around and left. That’s what I realized Sven had forgotten his little white towel.

As soon as he was gone I practically ran to the bench and grabbed his white towel. His towel smelled so amazing. It was a combination of shampoo and his sweat. But it was all too much for me. I held Sven’s small towel in one hand, and while smelling it I placed my hand deep inside my shorts again. Seconds later, another load spilled all over my shorts and hand. It wasn’t nearly as big and messy as that first load. I was just in time because the locker room door swung open and Sven came back in. I was still red in the face, and my body was shaking all over. Luckily I had my gym bag and was able to quickly place it on my lap to cover up my sticky messes.

“You’re looking for this aren’t you?” I asked.

Sven smiled and took the little towel out of hand. It was close call. He didn’t catch me staring but my eyes were all over his crotch.

“Thanks man.” He said, He smiled at me and headed back out.

I could have sworn he caught me staring at his ass when he was leaving the locker room, because he turned around and another big smile spread across his chiseled face. Whew, I was finally able to catch my breathy and take a much needed shower.

Night after night I fantasized about Sven’s hot naked body. Not a single girl on campus came close to how hot he was. Every night I would slip my hand inside my pajama pants, close my eyes and jerk off. All I could ever think about was his perfect ass, huge dangling cock and strong tall body. Even his long blonde hair made his so hot, and let’s not forget hot perfect his ass looked in those tight jeans. But what was I going to do about it? Even if he was into guys, why would he want a skinny little farm boy from Idaho.

Late nights at the track turned into locker room conversations with Sven. It turned out he was here on a teaching scholarship, and he came from a small farm town s in Norway (that explained the unique accent). His family had a little hobby farm with three sheep, a goat and few small cows. He agreed that he definitely didn’t miss the early morning cleanups, but loved all the open space and the fresh Norwegian air. It was very interesting to finally have something in common with someone at Queen’s college. He also missed his family, especially his younger sister Anna Lisa. But he was happy here, and loved the new friends he made.

Lucky for me he was very confident, and whenever we talked he was always naked. Sven had no problem walking around the locker room with his cock dangling between his legs, or sitting on the bench with the tip of his gigantic cock pressed against the bench. When we showered across from each other, I did my best not get hard or stare. But the minute he turned away from me, I wouldn’t stop staring at his lathered-up butt muscles. I showered with my track shorts on, and always finish my shower first. I was terrified he would notice my slowly getting hard in the shower.

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Me, My Wife, And My Boss

My name is Eli, as I am writing this, I am thirty years old, but the following story starts twelve years ago, just after I had graduated from Park High Hchool. Born and raised in Livingston, Montana, a town of about nine thousand people, surrounded by big ranches and farms, I really didn’t know what they were talking about, but some people nicknamed our town, Peyton Place.

When I was eighteen, in my opinion, I was okay looking, at least I wasn’t homely. I was five-foot-nine-inches tall, And weighed one-sixty-five. My grades in school were okay, but I had no desire to go to college. I had never had a girlfriend, but I had made out with and played with some girls titties at some drinking parties.

The week after graduating, I started looking for a job. At the fourth business I applied at, Equipment And Farm Supply, a nice older woman sent me to another office, to talk to the owner; his name was Mac. I was a kid, I was nervous and kind of scared. Mac was a big man, maybe six-foot-two, two-hundred-and-forty pounds, not fat but big, broad shoulderer, and muscular. He also had a deep, commanding voice, he was very gregarious, and he spoke loudly. I learned later that at that time, he was forty-two years old.

Even though I was scared of him, he was very nice to me and treated me well. When I introduced myself, he hesitated for a minute, like he was thinking.

Then, he said, “Is your mother, Lucy?”

“Yes,” I replied.

He smiled. “Well, Eli, why don’t you go to the front office, and Maggie will have you fill out the paperwork. You can start work tomorrow, show up at eight, and report to Ken. Eli, be sure and tell your mother I said hello.”

When I got home that afternoon, my mother, who at forty-two was still a very attractive woman, was washing dishes, when I told her that I got a job at Equipment And Farm Supply, my mom stopped washing, and just looked out the window, like she was deep in thought.

Then she said, “That’s nice, dear, I’m glad you’ve gotten a job.”

“Mom, do you know Mac?”

Again, she looked like she was in deep thought. “Yes dear, I went to high school and graduated with him.”

“He told me to tell you hello.”

“Please tell him hello back.”

I then headed for my room to play video games, until dinner. I grabbed a soda as I left the kitchen. I heard my mother humming as I left the kitchen, she sounded happy. At dinner, I told my dad I had gotten a job at Equipment And Farm Supply; he looked at my mother for a few seconds, she blushed red, then my dad told me to work hard and to make him proud.

The next morning when I went to work, I met Ken. He was probably fifty years old, and had worked at the store since he was eighteen. He was a great guy, and he did a lot of stuff around the store. There was an office in another building, out back that sold tractors implements and heavy farm stuff, but in the store, we mainly sold home appliances, hardware, and feed. I immediately liked Ken, and over the next couple of years he taught me a lot. I was a good salesman, and pretty soon it seemed, I was selling all of the appliances and sales even increased.

After a year of working, I figured I needed to be on my own. I had began dating a girl, her name was Karen. I figured if I wanted to do more with her, than just go out on dates, I would need a place to do what I really wanted to do with her. I rented a small house and moved out of my parents, house.

Working with Ken, we became good friends, I learned he was divorced, and he coached one of the local Little League teams, which he had done for over thirty years. Even with our age difference he started to open up to me. Once in a while, he would stop by my place on a Friday after work, and we would have a beer.

One night we got to talking about our boss, Mac. Ken had worked for Mac’s parents when he was just out of high school. Besides owning Equipment And Farm Supply, where Ken worked, they owned a six-thousand-acre ranch, about thirty miles north of town and up in the hills above the highway.

Ken had met Mac, when he had started playing Little League. Ken was only nineteen when he started coaching. He said Mac was a great baseball player, and he had coached him for three years. Then; when Mac was in high school, he played football, and became the starting quarterback, when he was only a junior.

After Ken had maybe a few too many beers, he said that when Mac was in high school he was almost famous around town for his sexual prowess with the girls, supposedly, he was hugely endowed. A few years later, one of Mac’s classmates had told Ken, that he thought Mac might have fucked every one of the girls in his senior class.

After Mac had graduated, he had gone to Montana State University in Bozeman. During his senior year, Mac’s parents had both been killed in a head-on car crash. Mac left the university, and had come back to Livingston, to run the ranch and store. Ken said Mac was still a major player with the women. He had bursa merkez escort quite a reputation, as being extremely hung and that men always tried to keep their wives away from him. When I had went to work for Mac, he had just married his third wife.

When Ken headed home, I was a little concerned about him driving, but it was only a couple of blocks. After Ken left, I was getting ready for bed, and thinking about my boss. I had known he was an impressive man, but after what Ken had told me. I was really impressed.

Since I had gotten my own place, I had started sleeping nude. When I was in bed, like any other night, I was stroking my hard dick. I was thinking about my boss seducing and fucking so many woman. Hell, I was still a virgin, and supposedly he had fucked most of the girls in his senior class. Then my mind stopped, and I realized that my mother had graduated with Mac; maybe that was why she had reacted the way she had when I told her who I was going to work for. And then, I remembered my dad’s response, and my mother’s blushing. Right then, I realized that my boss, Mac; had fucked my mother.

The mental picture of my mother spreading her legs and fucking Mac had a very arousing effect on me. I threw the blankets off of me, and my cum shot up in the air, and landed on my chest and belly. When I recovered from my orgasm, I tasted some of my cum, then wiped up the rest with tissues. With the picture in my mind of Mac between my mother’s legs, fucking her with his reputed huge cock, I went to sleep.

A few weeks later, Ken came over on a Friday night for a beer. He had a few too many, again, and started telling me about his ex-wife, Maria. He showed me a picture of her, she was very pretty. He said that he and his wife were very much in love. When they had been married for ten years or so, Maria heard some of the stories of Mac’s endowment, and his unique stud qualities with the ladies.

Even though Maria was ten years older than Mac! she became obsessed with the idea of him as a lover. That year, Mac had Ken and Maria stay at the main house for the Christmas party. After the party, Mac had taken Maria to his bedroom, Ken embarrassingly followed to watch Mac fuck Maria and give her a night of the most incredible sex, making her climax, too many times to count.

After experiencing Mac that one night, she started fucking any man she could seduce, trying to find one that could match her experience with Mac. Finally, unable to be the laughing stock of Livingston any more, he divorced Maria. She moved away, but Ken still missed her. After telling me this story, Ken passed out. We never talked of his ex-wife again.

One night, I brought Karen back to my house, and we wound up in bed. That night changed my life. Being in bed with a naked girl was incredible, and when I slid my cock into her pussy, I had never felt anything like it. I only lasted maybe a minute or so, but cumming inside a girl was so much better than jerking off. At that moment, I could tell two things about Karen, she had more experience than me, and she was still horny.

As I was lying on my back, recovering, Karen moved up my body, threw her leg over my head, grabbed the headboard, then lowered her pussy down on my mouth, and started sliding her pussy up and down. I had tasted my cum before, so that didn’t bother me, but I really didn’t know what to do, so I just started licking. Karen knew what she needed and put her pussy where she needed the stimulation. Pretty soon, she was screaming in orgasm, as she was grinding her pussy on my face.

Later, as Karen was lying beside me, recovering from her climax, she asked, “Eli, were you a virgin before this?”

I was embarrassed, but answered, “Yes.”

“I wish you’d have told me, I would have helped you. I have a lot to teach you, baby.”

Karen did teach me a lot about sex, she was also brutally honest “Eli, your dick is not very big, and you don’t have a lot of staying power, you cum too fast. So you need to spend a lot of time at foreplay. You need to suck and very lightly nibble on a girl’s tits for a long time, never stop touching her all over her body. Squeeze and pull on her ass cheeks. Then move your face to her pussy, and eat and lick her to at least one, hopefully two or more orgasms before you fuck her.”

“Eli, you need to find a virgin. I have some bad news for you–even if a girl loves you, a girl who has felt a big cock inside of her, will always remember what it felt like, and will need to have that feeling of being full again. If you do what I just told you, you will be able to keep them satisfied for a while. But sooner or later, they will absolutely need to feel a big cock inside of them again.”

I couldn’t stop thinking about what Karen had said about once a girl had felt a big cock inside of her body. I wondered what size of a dick my father had, and if my mother needed to have that feeling of being completely full again.

Karen and I dated for several months, bursa escort kızlar and she taught me how to eat pussy, and sometimes if I did a really good job and made her climax two or three times she would reward me by sucking my cock. She also taught me how to fuck as best as I was capable. We really had very little in common, so finally, we went our separate ways.

Several months after Karen and I had gone our separate ways, I went grocery shopping at a store I didn’t normally shop at. The checker was a girl that I had graduated from high school with.

She said, “Hi Eli, how have you been?”

“Hi Lila, I’ve been good, how about you?”

“I’ve been good, it’s nice to see you.”

As I walked to my car, I couldn’t believe that Lila had remembered my name. I had been in some classes with her, I had even sat beside her in one class, and we had talked and joked together. I had always had a huge crush on her, but I was sure surprised she remembered me, much less my name.

Lila was the prettiest, and also the most popular girl in school. She had long blonde hair, and was about five-foot-six-inches tall. She was a cheerleader, and hung out with all of the jocks and popular girls. I remembered seeing her in her cheerleader’s outfit, thinking that she had the perfect body. She had big boobs that seemed to sit high on her chest, a thin waist, a really cute bubble-butt, and perfectly formed legs.

Like I said, I had hada huge crush on her, and I had pictured her naked, and had fantasized about fucking her, hundreds of times, and I jerked off to those fantasies lots of times when I was in high school.

When Lila was a senior and had turned eighteen, she developed quite a reputation. I loved to jerk off, fantasizing about Lila. Anyway, I had heard rumors that Lila had sucked a guy’s cock. I couldn’t imagine that a girl would put a guy’s dick in her mouth, hold on, that was not true, I loved to imagine Lila putting my dick in her mouth and sucking on it. I jerked off hundreds of times to that picture in my mind. I always pictured her swallowing my cum.

There were also rumors that Lila was an easy lay for any of the guys on the football team; in fact one time, there was a rumor that at a party, where all the jocks were, Lila had pulled a train of five or six guys. That story only made me desire her more. I knew that Lila had fucked lots of guys, and I realized some of those guys must of had big cocks. But I always wanted to be with Lila, but felt she was way out of my league, and I was too embarrassed and naive to ask her out.

I started shopping at the store where she worked, just so I could talk with her, while she cashiered out my groceries. That store also had a deli, where you could sit down and eat; I started going there to eat on my lunch breaks. One day, Lila was eating her lunch there, so I forced myself to have enough courage to sit down and join her. We had a good time, and made plans to meet again the next day. We did meet and it became a regular thing for us to eat lunch together.

After about a month, I invited her out to dinner, and then we started dating regularly. A few weeks later, we were at my place, sitting on my couch, watching TV, and we kissed. Then we kissed very passionately, I unbuttoned Lila’s blouse, and then uncllipped her bra, she leaned forward and removed both of them. Her tits were beautiful; big, firm globes with long pink nipples and large, wrinkled, pink areolas.

“My God, Lila, your tits are gorgeous.”

She gave me an incredible smile, then stood up, she took my hand, and led me to my bedroom. We stood by the bed, kissing, and Lila removed my shirt. Then she sat down on the bed, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, then pushed them down my legs. Then she pulled my shorts off my hips, and down my legs; she grabbed both my ass cheeks, and pulled me closer, and took my cock in her mouth, and started sucking me. I had fantasized about this hundreds of times, but never had I realized it could feel this good.

In just a minute or so, I could feel my need to cum growing. Then I remembered what Karen had told me. I put my hands on Lila’s head and slowly, begrudgingly pulled my cock out of her mouth. I gently pushed Lila onto her back, and got down on my knees in front of her. Then, I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans; she lifted her hips, and I pulled them down her legs, then putting my fingers in the waistband of her panties, she lifted her hips again, and I removed them.

I couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. The body that I had dreamed about for years, was even more beautiful than I had even imagined. I must have been staring at her body for a long time.

She lifted her head and looked at me.

I looked at her, and said, “Lila, you are so perfect, I have dreamed of this forever.”

Lila smiled at me, her beautiful face was framed between her perfect tits. My eyes moved down, over her firm, flat tummy to her mound. Lila was a true blonde, curly golden blonde hair adorned her mons, and then as I moved her legs apart, there was her cute little slit that was starting to glisten with her arousal. I lifted her feet to my shoulders, which caused her knees to spread wide, and her little slit to open so invitingly. I put my arms under her thighs, reaching my hands to her tits and pinched, pulled, and rolled her nipples between my fingers and thumbs.

I moved my face just inches away from her pussy, inhaling her incredible scent before putting my tongue to her taint, then slowly licking up her slit. My tongue was spreading her lips open, giving me my first taste of her sweet, slick nectar. I heard Lila moan, then again, as I slid my tongue into her opening, giving her several deep thrusts of my tongue into her tasty pussy. Before I resumed my slow lick up her lips to her clit, I flicked my tongue a dozen times over her clit, making Lila moan again, and she thrust her pussy against my mouth.

I repeated the same routine again, and then again, I did the same thing. Lila was loudly moaning, and was wildly thrusting her pussy against my face. The third time I reached her clit, I could feel her whole body tense. Then she slammed her pussy against my mouth. Lila grabbed my hair with both hands, holding my head tightly to her pussy.

She cried out, “Oh my God, oh my God, ohhhhhh, gaaawwwd.”

After almost a minute, the muscles in Lila’s legs suddenly released their tension, and a few seconds later, she was pushing my head away. I took my tongue off her clit, and moved it to her opening, and tongue-fucked her for a minute or so. Then I started my full course of treating her whole pussy to the routine Karen had taught me. Again, the third time I had completed my routine, and was flicking my tongue over Lila’s clit, she climaxed again.

The third time was a repeat of the previous two times. After her third climax, Lila pushed my head away.

“Please Eli, no more, I can’t take anymore, please come up here, and fuck me.”

Lila scooted up the bed, and I lay down beside her. We kissed, and then she pulled me on top of her, between her spread legs. Lila’s pussy was so wet, and so open, my extremely hard dick needed no guidance, it instinctively found its way inside her receptive warmth. It was extremely hard to control my drive to cum. But, I followed Karen’s teachings, and thrust slowly, with as long of strokes as I could manage. The concentration of following what Karen had taught me, allowed me to last probably four minutes before I couldn’t hold off any longer.

I orgasmed more powerfully than ever in my life, “Aaaaaagh, aaaagh, aaaagh, aaaagh, aaagh.”

When I had finished cumming, I collapsed on Lila’s body, she held me tightly, kissing my neck and ear. I was embarrassed that I was so much louder than I wanted to be when I had cum, but at least I had not cried out ‘I love you’ like I had almost done.

Lila said, “You are such a good lover, Eli, and I love the way you cum, you let me know how good it felt for you.”

We both fell asleep. In the middle of the night, I woke up to Lila cleaning my dick with her tongue, and then started sucking me. I was already raging hard. I pulled her up, to kiss me. She threw her leg over my waist, then she reached down and guided my dick to her opening, and she lowered her body down on my dick.

Lila fucked me with long, slow strokes, lifting her body almost off my dick, then down until her mons hit my pubes, then her pelvis would make a circular motion, rubbing her clit on my pelvic bone, before lifting up again. I tried to hold off, but looking up at Lila’s beautiful face and succulent tits, and being fucked by this woman, who I had desired for years, caused me too cum way to fast. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down on me, as I thrust my hips up, pushing my dick as deeply as possible. I ejaculated rope after rope of my cum inside of the love of my life. Again I was embarrassingly loud.

Lila sat on me as I recovered, she had a smile on her face; I thought she really liked making me cum. I could still feel her gently rubbing her clit on me, she needed to cum. I reached my hands under her thighs, lifting and pulling her ass up onto my face, and then I lowered her pussy down on my mouth. I ate her using every move I knew, until she screamed out, as she drove her pussy in uncontrolled fuck-gyrations on my face.

When we woke up in the morning, we kissed and touched and then we mated again. We made love for quite a while, and as I had to pee, I was able to last for a decent amount of time.

We were together steady after that night, and about a month later, I told Lila that I loved her, and asked her to move in with me– and she did.

Being with Lila, something that I had to get used to, was that there were always men paying attention to her. I knew she was beautiful, and that she had an incredible body, but just as I was attracted to her, it seemed that all men noticed her. Lila put out an aura of sexuality.

Ever since puberty, Lila had always attracted attention from boys, then men; she liked their attention, she liked being desired, she liked when they flirted with her, and even though she was with me, she liked flirting with them. It made me jealous, but it was also amazingly arousing.

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Death, divorce, moving. These are three things described as the most stressful events for a person. Grief over loss of a loved one could make you unable to do anything, struggling with sorting out finances and possessions could be infuriating, and dealing with uprooting your life and planting it somewhere else could be stressful beyond measure.

Moving to a new neighborhood was scary, but from my end, it could only be a plus. No more apartments, no more screaming kids or fighting neighbors, no more loud parties at three in the morning, no more landlords. I was getting a house, a proper dwelling.

Thankfully, I didn’t have much to move; I saved a bundle just by renting a trailer and driving over myself. A mere five hours late, and I was home.

I pulled into the driveway and stepped out, ready to get to work. Getting my things inside would be easy, though I do wish I’d had a bit of help. Many hands make light work, after all. And as if someone was listening, I heard the sound of a throat clearing behind me.

I nearly dropped the box I was holding (I scare easy) and whipped around. A man stood behind me. No, that was an understatement. He was less of a man and more of a mountain. Barrel-chested with thick, burly arms, dressed in a tight-fitting flannel shirt, jeans, and heavy work boots. He looked at me with soft, brown eyes, and a Stetson sat atop his wavy black locks, his clean-shaven face sporting a strong, squared jawline.

“Oop, didn’ mean ta give ya a scare there, darlin’.” he said with a chuckle. “You jus’ movin’ in?”

I nodded, caught off-guard not just by his sudden presence, but his appearance. Whatever god made him broke the mold, flawlessly combining virility, masculinity, and beauty. “Y-Yeah, just arrived today.”

He stepped inside the trailer and took the box from me, tucking it under his arm and extending his hand to me. “Well, on behalf’a tha neighborhood, lemme welcome y’all to this lil’ slice of heaven.” he said. I took his hand, my own disappearing inside his as he shook firmly. “Name’s Kyle Johnson. Pleasure ta meetcha, darlin’.”

I gave him my name and said it was nice to meet him, too. Which was true. He was like some suburban Adonis at 6’7″ with a southern accent. It was good there was work to be done, otherwise I’d have probably stared at him the whole day.

He was able to carry stacks of boxes like they were feathers, and a job that should’ve taken an hour or two was done in less than thirty minutes.

“Job well done, ah’d say.” Kyle said as he surveyed the now-empty trailer.

“Thank you so much for your help.” I replied. ‘And the eye candy.’

“Ah, shoot, ’tweren’t nothin’, darlin’. Hell, could even consider that mah workout fer tha day.”

We shared a chuckle, and I offered him inside for a glass of water, but he politely declined. “Ain’t right fer me ta impose, it bein’ yer first day’n all.” But he promised to take me up on that offer later, which I hoped he would.

He left, and I saw him walk across the road to a house directly opposite mine. Day one and I was already making friends. Well, acquaintances. Maybe, hopefully, friends further down the road.

-/-/-/-/-

Two weeks had passed and I was settling in just fine. My new job was paying well and less stressful than my old one, and my house had become a home very quickly.

Kyle had also taken a bit of a shine to me. Something I noticed was that he never addressed me by name, always “darlin” or some other cute nickname, like ‘honey’ or “sweetie” or “cutie.” He seemed to delight in how flustered that made me. Now and again we’d run into each other, or I’d catch him outside doing yardwork, or in his garage, fixing up his car. I was thankful my house had large windows; I could ogle all I wanted while I was at home.

Then one day, things took a bit of a turn.

Friday evening, I was sitting at home, unwinding after a long day at work. I had something on, but I wasn’t particularly focused on it, my attention more drawn to my phone as I scrolled through Twitter.

Three heavy knocks on the door pulled my attention away, and upon opening the door, I was met with Kyle. He towered over me, dressed in a white vest top that was soaked with sweat. Gone was his Stetson, his messy black hair flowing in free, unfettered waves.

“Hate ta be imposin’ on ya, darlin’,” he spoke. “Wonder if ah might take ya up on that offer’a water from tha other day?”

“Of course!” I replied, maybe a little too fast, and waved him in.

Kyle had been mowing, which explained his attire, as well as the scent of fresh-cut grass mixing with his own musk. I all but forced him into a chair at the kitchen table and went to get him a glass. I figured he might want something to eat, too, so I went for the bread box. I’d just barely opened it when I felt his presence close to me, followed by his hand on my shoulder.

“Now, jus’ what are you doin’ there, cutie? You gettin’ me a snack, too? You ain’t gotta do that.”

I blushed, stammering out my words. bursa escortlar “O-Oh, it’s no t-trouble at all. I figured you could use something quick to recharge.”

His grip tightened as he turned me around. I just barely reached up to his chest, and his massive hand titled my chin up to meet his gaze. “Well, ah know sumthin’ that’ll charge me up better than bread and water, that’s fer sure.”

Before I could say anything, he pressed his lips to mine. He was rough, yet firm, keeping his grip on me tight. His tongue pushed its way through, invading my mouth, and I was hard in no time at all. It felt so much longer than it was, even though it was only a few seconds. When we broke apart, he smiled down at me with a hint of smugness. “Yeeeeep, that works jus’ fine. Feel like I could go tha whole rest of tha day at full speed.”

His eyes then turned to the tent I was pitching in my shorts, and he chortled. “Ain’t that jus’ tha sweetest thang. Lil’ kiss like that got y’all all hot’n bothered?”

I was at a loss for words, still in aroused shock at Kyle’s sudden move. His hand moved to palm my erection and I couldn’t help but let out a moan.

“Ah believe ah asked y’all a question, darlin’. Ya liked that, didn’t ya?”

“I did…” I whispered in reply, feeling my knees go weak.

“Well…iffin’ ya want more, why don’tcha stop by mah place ’round nine tonight?”

Was this happening? Was this really happening? I all but shouted “Yes!” and after Kyle finished his water, he left. I blinked a few times and pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.

Still awake.

-/-/-/-/-

Kyle said nine. I arrived at 8:30. I almost felt silly. It was like I was a high school girl with a crush, excited at the prospect of a first date. Would he think I was desperate? What was he really planning?

Despite being early, Kyle seemed to be expecting me; opening the door not long after I arrived. I’d always seen him in casual wear, and this was his house after all. But seeing him in the same outfit he wore hours before was a bit surprising.

“You sure don’t dilly-dally, do ya, cutie?” he chuckled.

“S-Sorry, I must seem overeager.”

He gave me a pat on the head, and my knees got that weak feeling again. “Ain’t nuthin’ wrong with bein’ eager, darling. Ah like that, mahself. Step on in. And leave yer shoes by tha door.”

I complied as I stepped inside, being met with the sight of a house teeming with rustic charm. Mellow earth tones blending with suburban charm to create a home that was cozy and freeing. What gave me pause, however, was a large deer head mounted over the fireplace.

“Oh, don’t you mind that none.” Kyle said as he caught me looking. “It’s fake. Can’t stomach tha idea of hurtin’ a poor creature jus’ ta prop it up like some fancy decoration.”

God, could he get any cuter?

Something else I quickly noticed about Kyle as we toured the house. He was, to borrow some UK slang, teetotal. No drugs, not even cigarettes, and no alcohol anywhere in the house apart from medical supplies. He didn’t even have cooking sherry. Such a thing was so exceedingly rare I almost didn’t believe it.

“Hope you’re alright with lemonade, darlin’.” he said, making his way to the couch with a pair of glasses. He handed one to me and downed half of his in a single gulp, while I took sips of mine.

We spent the time chatting, typical neighbor small talk. I learned that Kyle worked in construction, owning and operating his own company. He’d raised up a strong client base and a loyal workforce, so apart from stopping in now and then to review projects and touch base with clients, he rarely has to actually go in himself. But he kept himself busy with home projects. Most of the furniture in the house were things he’d made himself, including the mahogany coffee table that looked like something out of a catalogue.

“That’s so incredible!” I marveled. “I’ve never met anyone as handy as you.”

“Aw, you flatter me, darlin’. Course, ah do more than chairs and tables.”

“Oh?” I finished the last of my lemonade and scooted closer to him. “What else do you do?”

He chuckled, putting a hand on my shoulder. “Oooh…ah don’t think you’d be int’rested, darling. Some’a that stuff’s a mite unorthodox.”

I insisted, assuring him that I could handle whatever he’d throw at me. He smirked, said “Alright, but don’t say ah didn’t warn ya.”, and took my hand.

I tried my best not to let the butterflies lift me off the earth as he guided me to a door. He opened it and led me down a set of stairs, where another door waited. “Last chance, sweetheart. Ah won’t think any less of you if–“

“Kyle. Show me.”

“Alright, then.”

I was expected something along the lines of more taxidermy, or abstract wooden art, maybe a life-size model of Anne Heche carved out of wood. Any of those things would’ve been less surprising than what I actually saw.

The first thing was the table, since it was in the dead bursa escort center of the room. It was sturdy, wrapped in leather, and sported four shackles, two at the top, two at the bottom. Unlike most tables, instead of legs supporting it, it was a cage, just small enough that the average adult could fit inside, featuring a heavy padlock.

Off to the left was a large, X-shaped cross with thick leather straps for the limbs and middle. To the table’s right was a large, triangular object with leather padding on the top. I couldn’t help but notice it looked a bit like a horse, especially with the protrusion at the end.

Chains hung from the walls, many sporting their own shackles, and hanging on the walls were various kinds of tools and implements; paddles, masks, rubber balls with straps running through them, collars, and curiously enough, feathers.

I stood stock-still, at a loss for words.

“Suppose every fella’s got their own version of a ‘man cave’.” spoke Kyle, seemingly oblivious to my surprise. “This is mah version of that. Got everythin’ a thirsty tart would want down here.”

“I…I…”

Kyle faced me, worry etched into his face. “You alright, darlin’? Christ, ah’m sorry, ah figured this was too much, lemme get you out of here and–“

“N-No!” I cut off. “I’m fine, just…surprised is all. I didn’t expect…” I gestured my hand around. “All of this.” I took a few deep, calming breaths and faced him with a smile. “Really, I’m fine.”

“You sure now?” he asked.

“Really.”

“Really really, darlin’?”

“Really really really.”

That warm smile returned to his face and he patted my head. “Alright, then.”

Taking my hand again, he guided me around his ‘man cave’ showing off his crafts and collections. I was astounded by how well he put all of the furnishings together and how sturdy they were. He wasn’t just a craftsman, he was an artist.

When I asked him what drew him to this sort of stuff in particular, he said it was simple curiosity of “The sort of things people get freaky with.” He was fascinated by the intricacies, how creative people could get, and how he could test his own limits and skills making such implements.

“But ain’t like ah’ve found anyone ta even use these with.” Kyle chuckled. “Tried before, but they’d get scared off jus’ lookin’ at ’em all. Yer tha first who ain’t ran away screamin’, darlin’.”

“I’m not that much of a screamer.” I laughed, feeling more at ease by the minute.

“Oh?” Kyle put his arm around my waist and brought me closer to him. “That a fact? Ya wanna test out that theory, darlin’?”

I blushed, the butterflies moving at top speed now. “H-H-How?”

Kyle dropped the flirting tone to say that, however things were going to go, I had total veto power. If there was anything I didn’t want, I was to let him know loudly and clearly with a safeword (we decided on ‘yardstick’) and he’d stop immediately. Things felt so sudden and jarring, and yet, so natural. I knew Kyle. I knew he’d never do anything to hurt me. While this wasn’t the most conventional way for a relationship to progress, it was one that felt…right.

“Ah think I wanna start ya off with somethin’ soft.” Kyle said, leading me to the center table. Ah don’t wanna overload ya.”

“Okay…” I replied, shaking in excitement.

I sat down on the table, but rather than the shackles, Kyle went off to a corner of the room and quickly returned with a long, wide piece of wood with four padded holes in it. In a show of ingenuity, it connected to the table’s end and affixed firmly like an attachment. He opened it up and, after an approving nod from me, guided my ankles into the outer holes and closed it. There was a latch to the side for locking it, but he didn’t turn it. “Ah don’t wanna make ya feel too trapped right off tha bat, darlin’.”

Seriously, how was he still single?

“So…what happens now?” I asked. Was I just supposed to sit around? Like a trophy or something? Actually, that sounded like a fairly hot idea.

Kyle smirked but stayed silent as he made his way to the part of the wall that held some feathers. He pulled one down, long, white, and fluffy. He came back to me, waving it teasingly.

“…What are you gonna do with that?” I asked, having a strong feeling I already knew the answer.

“Take a wild guess, darlin’.” Kyle chuckled, pinching the toe of my sock. Slowly, he tugged it off, exposing my bare feet to the cool air. He did the same to the other, setting the socks aside on a small end table. “Damn, you’ve got some nice feet…”

“O-Oh…thanks?” What was I supposed to say? No one had ever given my feet a compliment before. Kyle stared at them, almost seeming to forget himself, before taking the feather and lightly brushing it against my sole.

“Eeek!” I shouted, immediately clasping my hands over my mouth. Kyle looked up at me with a smug grin, his eyes twinkling with glee.

“What was that about y’all not bein’ a screamer, cutie?”

“Th-That wasn’t a scream! I was…just surprised is aaaaaaah!” He brushed the feather against my foot again and I bit my lip to stifle a laugh.

“What was that, now?”

I tried to shoot back a reply, but yet another brush of the feather forced a burst of giggles from me. He lingered this time, swishing the feather against my trapped foot. I tried my best, but I couldn’t pull my feet out, and I couldn’t hold my laughter in. “St-Stahahaaap!”

“Oooooh, that’s a cuuuute laugh, darlin’.” Kyle teased, brushing the feather up and down my foot. “Got a few more in ya?”

I covered my face with my hands, hoping to cover my blush. “Sh-Shut up! You’re so meheheheeeaaaaaan!”

“Got a mouth on you! That’ll cost ya!”

I barely had time to muster up a reply when Kyle sawed the feather between my big and second toe. It was a weak spot I didn’t even know I had, the tickly feeling sending shocks throughout my entire body. I squirmed, spasmed, and laughed, and despite the situation, I felt lighter than air. Like I was being carried away on a cloud. A tickly, breezing cloud.

“C’mon, gimme more of that laugh, cutie! I wanna…oh…”

He pulled away the feather, and I realized why. Without even realizing it, I’d tented my shorts again. My blush deepened as Kyle stared at my erection, the feather forgotten in his hand.

Several thoughts swam through my head as I tried to will it down. The biggest one screaming at the forefront: was I turned on by this? But he didn’t even touch me, unless you count the feather! And was that even a thing?

I flinched slightly as Kyle tried to tilt my chin to meet him, and he immediately stepped back. “S-Sorry about that, darlin’. Are ya alright?”

I nodded, taking in a deep breath and feeling the aftershocks of pleasurable shakes. “I’m okay, I’m okay. That was just…that was something…”

Kyle unlocked me from the device, giving my ankles some gentle rubs. Thanks to the padding, there were no marks or injuries, not even slight bruising or scrapes. He sat up on the table with me, cradling me gently in his arms. I insisted I was fine, but he wanted to make sure.

“How do you feel, darlin’?” he asked as he gently thumbed my cheek.

“I’m alright.” I replied, settling into the crook of his arm. “I never dealt with anything like that before. That was so strange, but it felt so…good.”

Kyle quirked an eyebrow. “Think ah might’ve opened a door for ya, hun. Wasn’t really countin’ on that.”

A thought entered my head. “Wait…did you…did you invite me over to do this?”

“Not in tha slightest!” Kyle replied. “Ah had no idea ya’d react like this. Ah didn’t even think ah’d get ya down here.”

“So, then…why did you invite me over?”

He blushed, rubbing his head sheepishly. “Well, uh…ah just…thought you were cute and all. I liked bein’ ’round you. Ah enjoyed yer company. A-And…s’long as we’re bein’ honest…ah ended up gettin’ a lil’ crush on ya.”

I never really understood the term “blue screened” before now; I was at a total loss for words. All through my life I’ve never been confessed to. I’ve never even gone on a date before! I never thought love would find me at this age, with this guy, in a place like this. So it wasn’t a typical love story.

But it was a fun one all the same.

After we stepped out of the “man cave”, we passed the time by making out on his surprisingly comfortable couch. Even though he topped, he didn’t crush me with his size, and was gentle as he took the lead. He snuck in a few tickles here and there, as if he was trying to find more weak spots, and made a teasing verbal note with each new one he found.

As hard as I got, he never went far with it, just gentle palming that would leave me wanting more whenever he moved his hand. In trying to get him back, when he parted his legs to adjust himself, I gently brushed my hand against his own erection. He shuddered and let out a moan, easily the sexiest sound I’d heard in my life. He gave me a starry-eyed look like he’d found paradise, before we went back to making out again.

Time seemed to fade away as we had our fill and eventually settled into cuddling. Much as I wanted to stay over, I couldn’t. At least not tonight. Kyle was saddened, but understanding, and gave me both a goodnight kiss and a grope on my ass as I left, saying “Can’t wait to see you again, darlin’. Ah wanna hear more of that cute laugh’a yours.”

God, what he could do to me…

The instant I got home, I raced to my computer and started Google searching.

[aroused by tickling]

[wooden board with holes in it -paddle -paddles]

[feather tickling]

[liking being restrained]

[what is it called to like being tickled]

I whiled away the midnight hours searching up everything I could about what happened tonight. The strange and exciting feelings that made themselves known, that excited me so much and, like Kyle said, opened a door.

The searching led me to some interesting places. Interesting sites. Interesting pictures. And even more interesting videos. I researched until I heard birds singing and saw light coming through my window, and I only stopped when I was too exhausted to keep typing.

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Karen’s suspicions, however, were confirmed several weeks later when she had to go into the office on a Saturday, at the last minute, to finish an urgent presentation for Monday morning. The kids were at her parent’s house and Mike was out of town for meetings. As had become a habit, she starting watching her nanny cams as she sat at her desk. She saw Sarah enter her walk-in closet and pick the complete outfit Karen had worn the previous day from the laundry hamper. Sarah then moved to the bed and undressed herself. She slowly slipped on Karen’s dirty panties, stockings, skirt and blouse. Then, she walked over to Karen’s shoe rack and slipped into the pair of open toe heels Karen had worn too. Sarah was obviously paying attention to Karen in the morning. Karen became acutely aware of her own wetness as she watched her nanny.

Sarah then stood in front of the full length mirror and admired herself in her boss’ outfit. Then, as if realizing she missed something, Sarah strolled over to Karen’s dresser and gave herself a few sprays of Karen’s perfume. Karen was, once again, humbled that such a beautiful, young girl had picked her as an object of desire. After admiring herself some more in the mirror, Sarah went to Karen’s hidden sex toy collection in the closet. Sarah selected a medium sized smooth vibrator, switched it onto high, hiked up her skirt, slid the dirty panties aside and pushed it all the way inside her pussy. Karen was so happy that she opted for the cameras with HD audio because she could hear the faint hum of the vibrator buried deep in Sarah’s body. As Sarah strolled back to the mirror and was straightening out her skirt, she was suddenly startled. Karen heard it too, the garage door below the master bedroom opened. Sarah quickly made her way to the window and saw Mike’s car waiting to enter the garage.

In that moment, Sarah must have decided it was time to risk bursa eskortlar it all. She went to the bed and laid down on its face first with a pillow under her stomach, let her feet hang off the edge of the bed and, in a move that impressed Karen, let her heels dangle impossibly off her toes. Sarah’s body was writhing under the relentless hum of the vibrator inside her. It hit Karen that, as she looked at Sarah lying on the bed in her clothes and wearing her perfume, Mike could easily mistake her for his wife. Was that Sarah’s plan all along? It seemed to be. Karen found herself anxious to see this unfold before her eyes, her pussy completely soaking her own panties.

Mike found it unusual that Karen’s car wasn’t home. He wasn’t aware she had to go into the office, so he figured Sarah must have borrowed it. Nothing out of the ordinary. Karen could hear Mike calling for her and Sarah just let out a loud moan to betray her location. After a few minutes, she saw Mike enter the bedroom and, upon seeing his wife lying on the bed with what had to be a vibrator running inside her, he set down the roses he was carrying and slipped out of his clothes. How sweet, Karen thought, Mike wanted to surprise her with roses and not having to work, after all.

Mike knelt at the foot of the bed and carefully slipped the heels off his wife’s feet. He sniffed each one carefully and slipped one on his cock before he was fully hard. By the time Mike had his cock all the way through the toe of his wife’s shoe, his cock was raging hard, locking the shoe in place with his balls resting near the deep imprint made by Karen’s heel. He knew Karen loved to be fucked with his cock protruding through the open toe of her heel.

Mike started sniffing the beautiful nylon covered feet before him and then licking them. He knew and loved the smell and taste of his wife’s feet. bursa bayan escort He slowly licked his way up his wife’s legs as his cock was raging and the constriction of the shoe made the veins in his penis throb and protrude.

Mike slowly slipped Karen’s skirt up over her ass and saw the vibrator pressing against the very soaked crotch of her panties. He slid her panties off and looked like he realized something was different. Karen couldn’t tell if Mike would know this wasn’t his wife’s pussy but, at this point, with his cock raging so hard it was turning purple, she knew he would be unable to stop. He reached around his wife’s head and stuffed the wet panties into her mouth. He slowly withdrew the dripping wet vibrator and put it in his wife’s other shoe.

Mike then moved up on top of his lover and spread her legs apart. As soon as the head of his cock touched Sarah’s pussy lips, she moaned. Still not sure and definitely not caring if this woman before him was his wife, he slid his cock deep inside this waiting pussy before him. The jig was definitely up as his cock stretched out this tighter pussy and Sarah’s panty muffled cry of ecstasy betrayed her identity. For some naïve reason, Karen was expecting Mike to be utterly shocked when he realized his cock was now deep inside his nanny. Mike’s smile told Karen this was not the first time her husband had fucked Sarah.

Thanks to the sensitivity and quality of the audio, Karen was able to hear Mike whisper to his lover “you’re amazing Sarah” before he started pounding her pussy relentlessly. He was plunging in so deep with his fully engorged cock that the vamp of Karen’s shoe was also entering Sarah’s sopping pussy. Karen was impressed with how easily Sarah’s young pussy could handle her largest dildos and,now, her husband’s giant cock with a heel on it.

Karen knew Mike wouldn’t last long and, after about three minutes, he arched his back, thrust in as deep as he could and pulsed his first few shots of cum into Sarah’s womb. Mike then withdrew and jerked his cock as spurts of white hot semen shot all over Sarah’s skirt and blouse and several spurts even landed in Sarah’s hair. He had the most intense orgasm Karen had seen in years..

It was easy for Karen to understand how her husband couldn’t resist fucking Sarah. He loved fucking Karen and Sarah was basically a younger version. Karen checked in on the cams throughout the day and watched her husband and Sarah make love several more times while she was still fully dressed in Karen’s dirty clothing. With Karen’s heel on his cock for the entire day of fucking, Mike shot every one of his orgasms deep into Sarah’s pussy. Karen was shocked that Sarah allowed her husband to deposit his seed deep inside her womb but thankful that Mike had the snip years earlier.

Karen really wanted to rush home and catch them in the act but she decided it would be better to work things to her advantage. Karen felt a strange sense of relief now that she knew what was going on and it didn’t hurt that she had video evidence. The first part of Karen’s plan was simple. She was going to give Mike and Sarah the opportunity to carry on with their affair, uninterrupted, and continue gathering video. She knew that Mike would be wanting to fuck Sarah as often as he could get away with and Sarah would become addicted to his amazing large cock.

Now Karen had to decide where she was going to take this. Since Alex had awakened Karen’s lesbian side, it was easy for her to develop a strong sexual attraction to Sarah. Karen felt a connection with Sarah since she had shared her home, sex toys, masturbation session and husband with her.

Karen thought about her options and it occurred to her that she had never been taken by multiple lovers at the same time. In her younger days, she had fantasized about being taken by two men but, since Alex expanded her horizons, the thought of being taken by Mike and Sarah excited her in a new way. This was to be her plan.

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The four guys at the other table desperately tried to get in on the action and who could blame them? They were being treated to a real, public sexual encounter by three gorgeous women. When one of the guys finally worked up the courage to approach the table, my wife whispered “not interested” before he had a chance to speak.

The poor guy retreated as Anna called for a taxi. Several minutes later, they headed out for Courtney’s apartment. The second they got inside the door of Courtney’s apartment, Anna and Courtney started making out on the couch.

Karen watched as Anna and Courtney explored each other’s mouths while their hands roamed over each other’s bodies. Karen couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous but she quickly pushed it aside.

Karen was here to satisfy her own sexual desires and she wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of that. She shifted her focus to Anna and Courtney’s feet, resting on the floor in front of them. Karen loved other women’s feet and shoes and couldn’t resist the temptation to lean over and start licking and sucking on Anna’s pointed toe mules.

Anna moaned and arched her foot up to give Karen better access. Courtney watched with interest as Karen pleasured Anna’s feet. She had never seen anything like it before but she found herself getting aroused even more by the sight of an older, married woman devouring another woman’s feet.

Courtney’s feet moved involuntarily closer to Anna’s as her own body responded to the sight of Karen’s lips on Anna’s shoes and feet. Courtney couldn’t believe how turned on she was and hoped she would be next. She had never been with another woman before, let alone two, but there was nowhere she’d rather be now.

Karen switched her attention to Courtney’s heels, devouring them with the same passion she had given Anna’s. As Karen slipped off Courtney’s shoes, she was pleasantly shocked by the strong smell of Courtney’s very sweaty feet. The smell was intoxicating as it filled Karen’s nostrils. Karen began hungrily licking and sucking Courtney’s damp feet and the taste was just as sweet as the smell.

Karen then felt a hand on her thigh. She looked up to see Anna smiling with her eyes full of lust. Anna leaned down and started to kiss Karen, sharing the taste of Courtney’s foot sweat.

Courtney watched as Anna and Karen made out and felt her own desire growing. She reached down and started to rub Karen’s thigh, feeling the heat radiating from between her legs. Karen moaned into Anna’s mouth as her hips bucked up towards Courtney’s hand.

Anna broke the kiss and looked down at Karen, a wicked smile on her face. “I think it’s time we took this to the next level.” Karen nodded in agreement and the three women made their way to the bedroom.

Courtney lay down on the bed, her heart pounding with excitement. She watched as Anna and Karen started to undress each other; their hands roaming over each other’s bodies.

Courtney couldn’t believe what was happening. bursa escort bayan She was aroused and a deep longing in her soul wanted this to happen. She reached down and started to touch her wet and ready pussy.

Anna and Karen noticed what Courtney was doing and smiled. They crawled over to her and pressed their bodies against hers. Anna started to kiss Courtney with a passion Courtney had never felt before. Karen reached down and started to touch Courtney’s breasts and started pulling on her nipples.

Courtney was in heaven. She quickly realized women know how best to pleasure another woman. She spread her legs wide to invite Anna and Karen to explore her willing body.

Anna started to kiss and lick her way down Courtney’s body until her tongue found Courtney’s clit. Karen reached down and started to slide her fingers in and out of Courtney’s wet pussy.

Courtney was moaning and writhing on the bed, her hips bucking up to meet Anna’s tongue and Karen’s fingers. Courtney had never felt so turned on. She reached down and started plunging her own fingers inside her cunt alongside Karen’s fingers.

After several minutes of exploring each other sexually, Karen couldn’t take it any longer and wanted to feel the heat of Anna’s amazing pussy. Karen reached down and easily slipped her hand inside Anna’s pussy. Karen then started sliding in and out of Anna’s slopping cunt.

Courtney’s eyes were fixed on Anna as she moaned and cried out in pleasure. Karen whispered to Courtney “watch this” as she slid her hand in deeper and deeper until her elbow was only three inches away from Anna’s stretched opening. Courtney’s jaw dropped as she watched Anna’s pussy swallow Karen’s arm.

Karen then balled her hand inside Anna’s pussy and pressed deeper. When her elbow was the only thing stopping her entire arm from passing into Anna’s womb, Anna exploded in an orgasm.

Anna’s body writhed and twisted on Karen’s arm until Karen finally withdrew her pussy juice glazed appendage. Karen grabbed Courtney’s hand, rubbed Anna’s pussy juices all over it and up her arm and whispered “your turn dear”.

Courtney had never even imagined fisting another woman but Anna’s raw pleasure and Karen’s lesson gave her the confidence to explore this newfound and forbidden act.

Courtney gently and easily slid her smaller hand inside Anna’s pussy. Anna was way past being gentle. She grabbed Courtney’s arm and roughly forced it deep inside her body.

Courtney’s own pussy responded with an increase in dampness when she felt the deepest part of Anna’s womb. Her hand and arm were made for Anna’s body, sliding all the way in without even having to ball her hand up.

Karen instructed Courtney to make a fist inside her and go deeper. Courtney’s own pussy was gushing juices as her excitement built.

Courtney slowly balled her hand into a fist deep inside Anna. She felt her own orgasm impending as she gave her new friend the bursa escort sitesi deepest pleasure she’d ever known. Anna, gasping and panting cried out “deeper Courtney, touch my womb deep, I want you inside me.” Courtney straightened out her arm, pushed harder and her elbow started to slip inside, stretching Anna’s cunt open even further.

When Courtney’s elbow was an inch deep into Anna’s pussy, Anna exploded in orgasm. Karen felt her own nipples harden and her pussy gush at the sight of the Courtney’s elbow passing into Anna’s body.

Anna’s cunt spasmed and clenched on Courtney’s arm as multiple orgasms drained from her body. Anna felt the true meaning of pure euphoria for the first time in her life. This new friend was stimulating her very soul, sexually; if that was possible. Courtney felt Anna’s cervix spasming against her knuckles, so she rotated and ground her fist against it.

Courtney unballed her fist and began to explore deeper with her fingers. Her four fingers finally breached Anna’s cervix and slipped deep into her uterus. In that intense moment of pleasure, Anna realized Courtney was her perfect sexual match.

Anna’s orgasms continued and intensified, her cunt flooding Courtney’s arm with pussy juice gushing from deep within her womb.

While watching Courtney fist Anna, Karen picked up one of Courtney’s small size 6 sweat soaked heels and buried it deep in her pussy. Karen was fucking herself with Courtney’s heel while sniffing and licking her other discarded shoe. She couldn’t believe how sweaty Courtney’s feet were and how good it tasted on her tongue.

Karen’s excitement of having Courtney’s sweat mixing with her own juices inside her pussy caused her to erupt with an orgasm. Her pussy clamped down on the supple leather, soaking it completely.

Once Karen’s orgasm finished, she held Courtney’s heel inside herself, marinating the leather with her hot pussy juices.

Karen slipped the toe of the other heel into Courtney’s pussy. Courtney pushed her hips back against it, inviting it in deeper.

Karen was able to slide it in to the widest part of the vamp before Courtney reached down with her free hand to stop her. Karen fucked Courtney’s pussy in and out with her own heel until several orgasms soaked it completely.

Karen slid the one heel out of her own pussy and the other out of Courtney. Karen then slipped the pussy juice soaked heels back onto Courtney’s feet. Courtney moaned deeply when she felt the dampness and warmth of the shoe that was just buried in Karen’s pussy.

Karen wanted to feel Courtney’s size 6 foot in her pussy and so did Anna. Courtney slowly removed her arm from Anna’s thoroughly blown out cunt and the three ladies licked it clean, enjoying the taste of the deepest part of Anna’s body.

Karen slipped off Courtney’s heels and positioned herself beside Anna and draped her nylon covered leg over Anna’s leg. Both women now had their legs spread to accept Courtney’s feet.

Courtney slipped her toes inside Anna’s sloppy hole and then inside Karen’s gaped hole. Courtney got comfortable and started pushing her bare feet, slick with sweat and pussy juices deep inside these two women.

Once Courtney’s feet were buried inside two amazing pussies, she wiggled her toes and sent both women into orgasm in unison. As she pressed her feet deeper into their pussies, she felt a sense of empowerment she had never felt before.

She was in control and she was going to pleasure these two beautiful women until their bodies could take no more. She could feel the wetness increase on her feet and she felt powerful and loved.

Karen and Anna looked at each other and Courtney, their eyes filled with longing and lust. They had foot fucked each other but had never experienced anything like this before and they knew they needed more. They encouraged Courtney to press deeper and to give them everything she had.

Courtney obliged, pressing her feet in as deep as they would go. She could feel two cervixes against her toes and she suddenly realized she had found something she never knew she was missing. She had always thought of herself as straight but now she was questioning everything she thought she knew about herself.

Courtney’s size 6 was buried to the heel inside Karen but Anna’s pussy swallowed up way more. Courtney’s entire ankle and heel slipped deep inside Anna’s body.

Karen’s cervix opened up first and Courtney’s big toe slipped into her uterus. Karen’s pussy clamped down on Courtney’s foot and her orgasm was intense and long, her pussy gushing juices all over Courtney’s foot.

Anna’s orgasm and spasming cunt then opened right up to Courtney soon after Karen’s. Being so deep in Anna’s pussy, all five of her toes breached Anna’s cervix and slipped deep into her uterus.

Anna cried out in pain, this being the second time in her life, and in the last few minutes, she experienced such deep penetration. The pain almost immediately changed to complete physical pleasure as another orgasm rocked her body.

Anna’s orgasm was intense and all-consuming. She screamed and thrashed as waves of pleasure washed over her. Courtney’s foot was giving her the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced and she knew she would never forget it.

Anna knew, in that moment, she loved Courtney and needed her forever. She was the first woman to complete her physically, to give her the deepest pleasure she’d ever experienced with a woman.

As the three women lay in bed together, panting and sweaty, Courtney couldn’t believe what she had just done. She had never even considered being with a woman before but now she couldn’t imagine her life without Anna.

Courtney knew she had found something truly special and she couldn’t wait to see what the future held for them. Although she felt a deep connection with my wife, Courtney needed her own partner.

Courtney never felt so alive. She looked over at Anna and Karen, her bare feet still buried deep inside their bodies and they were smiling at her with love and affection. It was Courtney’s turn to experience life changing pleasure. Karen and Anna were ready to give it to her.

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