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With every stitch of her clothing saturated to the skin and every fiber of her being chilled to the bone by the driving and frigid January rain, Donna Mitchell’s mind was comprised of only one thought: A stiff drink sure would be wonderful! Though it had been six months since Donna had her last drink of alcohol before joining AA, she could still taste the crisp and clean bite of an icy cold Budweiser sliding down her throat. Then chasing it with a shot of Tequila? Oh yeah, baby! God it would hit the spot right now. Just one beer and one shot, that’s all! Nothing more! She could handle just one. But no, she couldn’t. It wouldn’t be just one. It could never be just one. As they say in the program: “One is too many, but a thousand is never enough.” And unfortunately for Donna Mitchell, that statement fit her like a glove. If twenty years of alcoholic drinking and active drug abuse had convinced her of anything, it had surely convinced her of that. Or had it?

Actually it was really only the last year and a half that did the major convincing; and it had done it in the most destructive and painful of ways. In that seemingly short span of time, a mere eighteen months, everything of value in Donna’s life had been lost; snatched out from under her like a rug from under her feet. Her career as a Registered Nurse: Fired! Her husband of 12 years: Divorced her! Her 2006 Dodge Ram 1500: Repossessed! Her home: Lost in the divorce! Her self- respect and dignity: Repeatedly defiled by desperate acts for money and drugs; even selling her body. The trust of family and friends: Gone; she had spent years stealing money, jewels and other valuables, completely manipulating and humiliating them in every conceivable fashion. Her clean criminal record: Arrested numerous times for driving while intoxicated, possession of illegal substances, assault and battery, public intoxication, embezzlement, bank draft fraud and prostitution. Her health: Kidney infections, bladder infections, upper respiratory infections, liver enlargement, high blood pressure, severe malnutrition, physical abuse and Hepatitis C.

But the most devastating loss of all: her two beloved children. Nine year old Nicholas and six year old Wendy were now in the full custody of their father and they had moved with him back to his hometown of Texarkana. Donna now had limited, court supervised visits with them one weekend a month in Texarkana. So, Donna would drive nearly 600 miles round trip along old U.S. Highway 59 through rural East Texas in a battered, war torn 1973 Chevy pick-up truck that she bought for 250 dollars from a guy in the program. The only thing holding that truck together was the paint and even it was falling off by the bucket load; rust was eating that grotesque old “hoopty” down to the frame – but it ran.

Having lived in a woman’s shelter for the first 30 days of her sobriety, Donna’s elderly parents reluctantly allowed their 36 year old juvenile delinquent to move into the one room loft over the garage of their home just outside of Houston. Now as she approached her seventh month of clean and sober life, Donna was still physically weak, frail, and easily susceptible to whatever bug was going around. But despite all her hardships, Donna loved and adored her children more than life itself and would do anything for them; even walk seven miles in a cold and bitter January rain along the shoulder of Highway 59 after her “hoopty” had finally decided to go to the big junkyard in the sky.

Though this trip back from Texarkana had been cold, gray and gloomy with a driving winter rain; in truth, it was no less miserable than any other. Even if there wasn’t a cloud in the sky and the temperature was eighty degrees, Donna’s heart always ached to the point of physical agony for she knew it would be another full month before she saw her babies again and another two weeks before she could speak to them by phone. She was allowed one mid month phone call and it was court ordered that the children must be available to speak to her. If an emergency arose on either side and the call could not be made or taken, alternate arrangements would then be made by the court to reset it. Donna hated every aspect of the situation. How could these people do this to her? She was their mother! She carried them in her body, she gave birth to them, she nursed them, fed them, bathed them, changed their diapers, wiped away their tears, loved them, treasured them. Who the hell did the state of Texas think they were to do this to her? The words of her AA sponsor suddenly thundered through her head:

“They didn’t do this to you, Donna. You did it all to yourself.”

Now, as Donna trudged down the southbound shoulder of Highway 59 in the seemingly perpetual darkness of a lonely winter night, Donna’s heart ached as it always did. Despite the biting rain smacking her in the face and the gusty January winds chilling her to the soul, Donna hardly even noticed. Physical pain and outer discomfort had nothing on emotional bursa escort trauma and inner turmoil. With her feet and legs aching from her near eight mile trek, her shoulder length black hair drenched to the scalp and the wind constantly blowing soggy locks in her eyes and mouth, Donna jammed her frail, shivering hands into the damp pockets of her soaking wet denim jacket and listened to her teeth chattering louder than the wheels of a train clattering along the rail. Finally rounding a wide bend that had seem to last forever in the intimidating darkness, Donna’s eyes suddenly fell upon a most familiar and beautiful sight.

The golden arches of McDonald’s had never been a more welcomed sight or ever looked more appetizing to Donna’s exhausted and heavy blue eyes; though at the moment, she wasn’t the least bit hungry. As the arches filled the night sky over the tiny town of Garrison, Texas with an almost heavenly ray of light, Donna managed a miniscule smile for the first time in what seemed like years. With what little remaining endurance she had, Donna picked up her pace and bolted across the street and into the fast food restaurant’s parking lot; she had to get out of the rain. She only hoped and prayed that the place was still open; small towns anywhere in the United States had a tendency to roll up the sidewalks right after sunset, and that had been nearly two hours ago. And if Garrison, Texas was anything, it was a small town; one of many East Texas “shitholes”, as her brother Zane referred to them, along old Highway 59. And based upon Donna’s luck of late, the prospects of the place still being open were slim to none.

Feeling her last vestiges of strength fading, Donna trotted quickly across the parking lot, now suddenly very mindful of the driving rain smacking her in the face and leapt onto the sidewalk, finally coming to rest against the wall under the overhang of the building’s roof. Giving herself a quick glance over and only imagining how dreadful she must look, Donna shook herself like a dog, slid back her saturated hair with her trembling hand and anxiously reached for the door handle, giving it a gentle pull: It opened. Perhaps her fortunes were turning at last. Stepping inside the world’s most popular fast food chain restaurant, Donna was met by a welcomed blast of warm, dry air that literally engulfed her frozen and frail body. Donna stood nearly 5’10” and thanks to her years of drug and alcohol abuse, she was considerably underweight – almost lanky. Since she’d sobered up, she gained some weight back, but she was still weak, gawky and thinner that her doctor would like. Her skin was almost ghostly pale, smooth and surprisingly soft and despite being wiry, she had what most men would consider a very pleasing feminine figure with solid B-cup breasts, rail thin arms, skeletal hands and narrow, bony hips. Her face too was narrow with high cheeks, deeply embedded eyes and a nose that had been broken a time or two; but it had a mysterious allure to it and was just downright pretty despite being worn and haggard by her lifestyle. It also made her appear closer to forty-six than her actual age of thirty-six.

As she wiped her feet on the black floor mat, Donna surveyed the dining room; with the exception of a young teenage couple feeding each other French fries in the corner and two elderly men playing chess at a table on the opposite end, the place was otherwise deserted. It was then her nostrils filled with the delectable aroma of fresh hot fries, cooking burgers and hot apple pies. Donna’s mouth watered as she suddenly realized that she was in fact very hungry after all. But, first things first; she needed to call her parents. Donna searched for a payphone; her pre-paid cell phone had long since expired. Spotting the payphone out of the corner of her eye just outside the restrooms, Donna moved toward it, smiling as she recollected that “First Things First” is one of AA’s most popular slogans.

As Donna reached for the receiver, her hand balled tightly into a fist and her mind flooded with dread and doubt. Would her parent’s even believe what had happened to her tonight? Would they even answer the phone if they didn’t recognize the number on the caller ID? And if they did answer, would they even accept a collect call? Donna had put her parents through absolute hell in her disease; had called them for help, manipulated and lied to them more times than she could even fathom. Though she’d now been clean and sober for over six months, Donna knew that her parents were still extremely skittish and highly suspicious of her every move. Though they loved their daughter very much, they were devoutly religious people, strict disciplinarians and very skeptical about the facets and practices of Alcoholics Anonymous; they considered it a cult. How could a group of strangers, drunks and junkies, help their daughter where they and their church could not? Black magic her mother even called it at one point. Still, Donna had to let them escort bursa know where she was and what she was doing. That was mandatory if she wanted to continue living in their garage loft. If she didn’t call them now, Donna knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that the locks would be changed and what few possessions she had left would be waiting for her on the curb when she finally got home. Donna lifted the receiver; it was dead.

“Shit!” She barked and slammed it back down.

Donna rubbed her hands over her face and weighed her options. She had only one. Donna turned and headed for the front counter. There was a rather scruffy looking young man, probably no better than sixteen behind the register. He studied Donna with wide eyes and incredulity all over his face. Donna briefly worried that given her current state of being she might be asked to leave. Now in a city like Houston, nobody would care about it, but these small towns were very different places.

“Can I help you, ma’am?” He asked.

“I hope so. I’m in kind of a jam. My truck broke down about ten miles outside of town and I’ve just walked all the way in. I’m on my way back to Houston and I need to let my family know what’s going on. My cell phone died and your payphone is out of order, so I was wondering if I could use the store’s phone to call home?” Donna explained.

“Oh, I don’t know. We’re not supposed to let anyone use ….” The young man said, but he was cut off.

“Here you go, ma’am!” A sweet yet strong female voice said from out of nowhere.

A cordless phone was suddenly thrust directly in front of Donna. Turning her head to see who had come to the rescue, Donna’s eyes bulged slightly as she beheld an absolutely radiant young woman with a warm, glowing smile holding the cordless phone.

“Are you sure?” Donna asked. “It’ll be a long distance call to Houston.”

“Oh, I think McDonald’s can afford it.” The young woman said as her smile grew even bigger and brighter.

“Thank you so much.” Donna said humbly.

“Don’t mention it.” The young woman replied as Donna took the phone.

Donna was dumbfounded for she felt the young woman’s smile warming her very heart and soul. It was the most bizarre sensation she’d ever experienced. As the young woman sauntered off behind the counter to attend to the drive-thru window, Donna stared after her in star-struck awe and wonder.

“She has to be the loveliest girl I’ve ever seen.” Donna thought to herself.

The young woman stood no more than 5’5″ at the most with a statuesque, curvaceous figure that was clearly visible, wrapped in a snug pair of black slacks that divinely accentuated her savory, round hips and a bright red shirt that emphasized her bountiful chest with the golden arches emblazoned just above her left breast. Her skin was a gorgeous complexion of peaches and cream, her arms were long and willowy with sensual, sexy hands, long fingers, clear-polished fingernails and her face radiated an equal mix of angelic innocence and goddess-like beauty. With a black ball cap, also emblazoned with the golden arches on her head, long locks of glowing golden blonde hair dangled out from underneath it, beautifully cupping and framing her gorgeous face. Donna placed the girl to be in her early twenties at the most and soon found she was gawking at the girl like a homesick puppy.

“What the hell am I doing?” Donna thought to herself. “Okay, she’s beautiful, but she’s not that beautiful. What are you? Turning lesbo?”

Donna dialed her parent’s number and her father answered on about the third ring. Donna explained her situation while her father listened with faint hints of skepticism and suspicion in his overall manner and periodic sighs; Donna knew his “bullshit” detector was on its highest setting tonight. When Donna finished her story, her father sighed deeply and there was an interminably long pause. Finally he spoke:

“Donna, you know I love you. But I have to confess that I’m having a real hard time believing you.” He said sternly.

“I figured as much.” Donna answered weakly.

“I’m afraid you’re gonna have to get yourself out of this one.” He stated matter-of-factly.

“But Daddy, I’m broke.” Donna replied.

“Well, that’s not really my problem. You’re a grown woman Donna, and it’s time you start acting like one.” He stated coldly.

“But this wasn’t my fault. I’m not drunk! I’m not high.” Donna shot back.

“Then you should be perfectly capable of getting yourself out of it.” He replied.

Donna knew in her heart that any further discussion or argument on her part was useless. She was on her own.

“Okay, fine.” Donna said coldly. “Look, I promised I’d call you and I did.”

“And we appreciate that.” He told her.

“So am I still gonna have a place to live when I get back?” Donna asked.

“Well, you say you’re not drunk or high. And I have no rock solid evidence either way. You sound sober; but then again, bursa escort bayan you’re a highly skilled and seasoned BS artist. So, I guess we’ll just have to see.” Her father replied almost casually.

“Thank you, Dad.” Donna replied.

“You’re welcome. Good night, Donna.” He said calmly and the line went dead.

Donna could feel the rage building inside her like magma rising up the cone of a volcanic crater. How could her parent’s leave her stranded like this with no money, no resources, soaking wet, cold and alone? As her anger surged to a seething boil just below her skin, the immortal words of her fucking bitch of an AA sponsor once again echoed through her mind:

“They’re not doing anything to you, Donna. You did this all to yourself.”

Donna immediately wanted to argue and claim that this situation was entirely different, but the fact of the matter was, it all went back to her years of lying, cheating, stealing and manipulating. Though the circumstances tonight were not the result of her current behavior, Donna was still Donna’s problem. People still didn’t trust her; especially her parents and that trust would take a long time to rebuild; if ever. Donna’s anger faded but was immediately replaced by overwhelming sadness, guilt and deep regret. Her throat was suddenly tight, filled with an enormous lump and tears were welling up behind her eyes. She set the cordless phone down on the counter and looked at the young man.

“Thank you.” Donna said in a cracking voice.

“Can I get you anything?” He asked dutifully.

Donna fished out her wallet and found it empty. She had spent her last dollars over the weekend with the kids. Her credit cards were all now completely useless; she didn’t even know why she still carried them. Donna searched her pockets and finally pulled out a handful of change adding up to less than a dollar-fifty.

“Could I just have a small coffee, please?” She said softly.

Donna counted out the correct change, paid for the coffee and took it over to a booth by the window. With her stomach rumbling and her nostrils filled with the delightful aroma of cooking food, Donna slid her soaking wet body down into the booth and stared aimlessly out into the cold, dark, rainy night. She had absolutely no idea what she was going to do. She never felt more utterly alone in the world. Her mind briefly filled with visions of her precious little boy and girl, but that brought her no comfort; she missed them so much it physically hurt. They were her everything and she had lost them. As she sank further into depression, morbid thoughts flooded her mind and tears flooded her eyes; her heart was shattered, her body was broken and her spirit was crushed. Overwhelmed with sorrow, unholy terror and an impending sense of ultimate doom, Donna dropped her now very heavy head down onto her arms on the table and sobbed piteously.

“God! Please help me.” She whispered through her inconsolable sobbing.

With her face buried in the soaking wet sleeves of her denim jacket, Donna soon sensed movement beside her and then heard the faint tap of a serving tray on her table. Slowly lifting her head, Donna nostrils again filled with the wondrous aroma of fresh fries and hot apple pie and she found herself staring down at a double quarter pounder with cheese, a super-sized order of steaming hot fries, a super-sized beverage and a fresh apple pie on a tray directly in front of her. Donna’s heart was ramming furiously against the inside of her chest as her head reflexively turned to the side to find the beautiful young woman who’d so graciously let her use the telephone standing beside the booth and smiling sweetly down at her. Donna stared up at her with utter bewilderment.

“You look like you could use something to eat.” She said compassionately.

“I…I don’t have any money.” Donna stammered.

“I know. But just like with the phone call; with billions and billions served, I think McDonald’s can afford to buy a woman dinner.” The young woman said.

Donna was speechless. She searched the young woman’s face and found nothing there but selfless compassion and genuine concern for a fellow human being. Donna felt warmth fill her heart unlike anything she’d ever known. Was this what the people in AA meant when they talked about unconditional love for your fellows?

Tears streamed down Donna’s cheeks and her throat ached from the tightness of all the emotions raging through her.

“Thank you.” She managed to spit out through her veil of tears.

“It’s my pleasure.” The young woman said; her beautiful, compassionate smile never faltering.

The young woman went about her duties as Donna dove into her meal, devouring it like a famished lion. Though she had eaten McDonald’s thousands of times in her life, she couldn’t remember a time when it tasted so wonderful. True, she was starving, but somehow, it was more than that. As Donna swallowed the last bite of her scrumptious hot apple pie and washed it down with a deep swig of ice cold Coca-Cola, the young woman returned with her ever present radiant smile filling her beautiful face.

“Feel better?” She asked sweetly.

“Oh, you have no idea.” Donna replied.

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“I DO love you!” I pleaded, “If I didn’t then this wouldn’t be a big deal to me!” I said as I grabbed Lisa’s hand with the passion that surged through my soul.

“Why do you always have to bring it up when we are having a good time?” Why can’t we just be happy together?!” She asked.

How could anyone ask that question in our situation and mean it?

I flashed her a hurt look, stomped into the bedroom and slammed the door.

Happy? Together?

How could we possibly be happy together? I admit, we… well… I think she does too, enjoy each other’s company, go on romantic dates, and after work I like nothing more than to rush home to be with her; but happy was far from what I would describe our lives together.

I sat on the bed and lied back to study the ceiling. I obsessively counted many of the daggers of plaster that hung from it, subconsciously wishing that one would loosen, (and actually be strong enough for some damage) and hit me right in the heart.

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That’s how old I am, 29. I thought that my sexual peek peeked back when I was 18, but just as everyone said it would happen, (and when it would happen) it did; now.

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I think that I feel like a teenage boy, I’m aroused upon sun up almost every morning. I’d catch myself following lovely asses as they walk by when I’m out with Lisa, as they walk by my office, as they walk by on my television screen; if there was a lovely ass walking by, I saw it.

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33, Lisa; I felt the sting in my eyes right before the tears gathered into them. When we are apart, almost anything that reminds me of her hurts. She is just so beautiful! We’ve been together for 9 and 87th percent of a year and I cherish the fascination that I still have for her. She perfected as she aged, even more beautiful than the day that I met her, not in a shallow way, she was beautiful all the way through. I’ve come to truly appreciate the volumetrics of her.

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It was already 4:00, we only had an hour to get dressed and to our dinner reservation. My mom set it up for us a week before; apparently that little visit that Lisa and I had with her parents a couple of weeks ago sparked some curiosity in her mom. I warned Lisa that we should postpone until I was done ovulating, but she insisted, so off we went.

It was just a 30 minute flight from our airport to Lisa’s parents’ airport. When we landed I got my and Lisa’s carry-ons and lead her off of the plane and to the escalator. I walked ahead of her down the escalator.

I always walked ahead of her going downstairs and behind her going upstairs. I always opened doors for her and pulled her chair out and pushed it in for her. I carried all of the bags (if I physically could) without her assistance. When we first started dating she complained about it, but she had grown used to it by the first six or seven months.

We got off of the escalator and were greeted by her mom and dad.

“HI HONIES!” her mom squealed with her arms opened wide.

“Hi Mom,” we both said at the same time.

“Oh look at you two,” her dad exclaimed “you guys are trying to catch up to me and your mother; what is it honey? Almost 10 years now?” he asked as he put his arm around Lisa and kissed her head.

“Yes daddy, 9 years and 75 percent of a year as Kendra would say,” she giggled and I nudged her in the ribs for poking fun at me.

He turned and looked at me “So what is it? You guys trying to take our belt? Dethrone us from our title?” He asked with a serious face.

I smiled and was about to respond but Lisa jumped in. “I hope so daddy,” Lisa said peering over her shoulder at me.

We got in their car and they drove us to what I thought would be their house, but it looked more like the mall.

“Ok girls, just a little pit stop before we head back, I have to get your dad some new slacks.”

Lisa and I reluctantly got out of the car and followed her parents into the mall.

Lisa sat on the bench pulled out her phone and I sat next to her.

And then it hit me like I knew it would. I saw them, the mall was swarming with them, they walked by me, they bent over; they stood there in all of their glory. I tried to snap out of it but I couldn’t. I felt myself growing wet. I squirmed in my seat; I could feel Lisa’s eyes burning into me as I tried to control the squirm and my gaze.

“Hi Honies!” I was saved, or so I thought as Lisa’s mom and dad walked up to us with a single bag.

“Got the slacks, let’s go,” she said cheerfully

I got up gratefully and walked next to her mom and Lisa followed with her dad. I didn’t dare look at her, but I felt her eyes attempting to tear my soul in two.

I hung my head in shame as I walked to the car.

Then I felt a little breeze as Lisa and her dad ran past us in a race to the car, giggling. Lisa let her dad win, though he was in shape, for his age of 58, he was no match for my long legged beauty.

“So Hun, have you girls made plans for the big bursa escort 10?” Her mom asked me.

“Umm well Mom, I have BIG plans for us, I just hope that she will be happy with them.”

“Of course she will; she absolutely loves you!” Her mom exclaimed. “So can you spare a little detail on these BIG plans?”

I wanted to tell her everything! I wanted to tell her that her daughter hasn’t slept with me since our last anniversary almost a year ago and then a year ago before that. I wanted to tell her about the roaring flame inside of me that was consuming my life. I wanted to tell her, someone, anyone, about the pain that I was feeling. I wanted to tell. I wanted to but out of my undying respect for Lisa, I kept it inside. I decided to tell her where I had planned to take her daughter.

“Well Mom,” I smiled slyly “first I’m going to pick her up early from…”

I heard the clanking metal first, then my hands shot to my side and I was on the ground, shut my eyes and winced in pain

“Oh I’m so so so so sorry!!” I heard a scared, sweet voice say.

I felt 4 hands on me at once as I was being lifted to my feet. I opened my eyes and saw Lisa sprinting from the car, (her dad trailing her this time). 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 strides it took her to get to me.

“Oh baby! Are you alright?!” She asked as she ran up to me. She lifted up the side of my shirt where I had been hit and it sent a spasm to my loins; I instinctively went in and kissed her lips, she pulled back with a frown and we both turned and looked at the short half Asian half Black woman who was picking up her bike.

“I… I… I’m so … so sorry… are you ok? I’m going to call mall security so that we can report your injury, it doesn’t matter; I’m probably going to get fired sooner or later anyway.” She said looking down as she took her phone out of her back pocket.

“NO, it’s ok, really.” I said as I grabbed the hand with the phone in it. “I’m fine.”

“OH thank you, thank you, thank you!” She said as she dropped her bike and gave me a hug. I hugged back, and tightly, I turned my head to her big beautiful curly black hair and inhaled deeply. My hand slid down smoothly to the small of her back and I squeezed a little tighter. She didn’t let go, I felt my thigh push a little between her legs and she let out a soft moan. It was loud enough for Lisa’s Mom to hear, who had been listening to her Dad argue with Lisa about my decision not to call security. I saw her snap her head to see what the noise was about and her jaw dropped, she saw where my hands were, where my thigh was and how close the girl was holding me. I let go quickly and backed away. Lisa’s mother grew angry, but tried to hide it as she told the girl to go about her business, turned and walked to the car. Lisa and her dad were right behind her and I trailed with my head hanging low.

Lisa and her dad hadn’t seemed to notice that anything was wrong with her mother, they just chatted the whole way to their house about childhood memories.

The rest of the stay there was awkward, Lisa talked to me but made sure not to ask me how I was feeling again, probably from fear that I would require some physical attention to my bruised side and I would make another move on her. Lisa’s mom treated me even nicer than she did before, offering me snacks, asking me how I felt seemingly every hour, and honestly just talking entirely too much. I was beginning to feel overstimulated and Lisa knew it.

Lisa told her Mom that we would be leaving a day early, and without protest, Lisa’s mom drove us to the airport the next day and saw us off.

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Please take care of my baby

The words that Lisa’s mom whispered to me when she dropped us off.

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I knew that Lisa’s mom must have called and told my mom what happened because as soon as we got out of the airport 5 voice messages and 3 text messages popped up on my cell phone from my mom. I listened to the messages all of which essentially said the same thing, “Give me a call” and that’s how the dinner reservation was set up.

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Lisa opened the bedroom door.

“I’m sorry baby,” I said to her as she entered the closet.

“It’s ok; can we just go to this dinner and have a good time tonight?” She asked genuinely

“Yes baby,” I said as I hung my head

I felt her smile

I got up, got ready and we were out of there by 4:40

We walked the 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 blocks to the restaurant. She talked the whole way there about work. I tried to listen to her the best that I could but my mind was elsewhere, the same place that it usually was.

We got to the restaurant and I held the door open for her. We were greeted by the hostess and she led us to our reserved corner table in the back of the restaurant. We were the only ones back there and the lighting was dim. I gestured for Lisa to take the seat on the inside escort bursa and I sat next to her.

Our waitress was beautiful, I didn’t hear a word she said, I only saw her, I completely undressed her with my eyes and suddenly I felt something beaming on the side of my head that snapped me out of my gawking. I turned to see Lisa staring furiously at me; she peered deeply into my eyes and was beyond angry.

I hung my head and asked the waitress to repeat herself.

“Sure,” I heard her smiled and put her hand on my shoulder. I didn’t look up at her.

She introduced herself and took our drink order. I ordered wine in the hopes that Lisa would also order a real drink and get a little buzzed, but she ordered a cranberry juice with no ice. The waitress said that she’d be right back with our drinks and I turned and looked at Lisa. Her eyes were teary but she didn’t let them fall. I said nothing.

The waitress returned with my wine and her juice.

“On second though” I said looking up at her “I’ll have a vodka straight with no ice and a few raspberries, and a glass of water” I realized that I was looking at her and quickly looking back down.

“No problem sweetie; I’ll be right back with that, anything else for you ma’am?” She turned to Lisa smiling genuinely. Lisa didn’t say anything she didn’t even look at her. “No,” I said, “thank you,” I said trying to smile.

“Ok then,” she smiled and disappeared into the next room.

“I’m sorry Lisa baby,” I said as I touched her hand.

“Sorry for what?” She cut back sharply.

“I’m sorry that…for… what… how… I looked at that waitress.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Lisa said coldly and picked up her menu and began reading it, not a tear in sight.

“So are you lovely ladies ready to order ,” The waitress said as the placed my drink on the table

I searched for my menu on the table, picked it up and knocked over the glass of wine. It spilled on my slacks and was making its way over to Lisa’s side of the table. I sacrificed my napkin to assure that none of the wine would spill on her white blouse or on her skirt. “I’m sorry,” I said. The waitress smiled “It’s ok,” she reached behind her back and pulled a napkin from her belt and began patting and wiping my lap. I sat back and breathed in deeply as I noticed that her slightly cleavaged breast were half of an inch from my nose and mouth. She smelled of faint saliva and perfume and I knew that someone had been licking and sucking on her flesh sometime today. It was probably only for a half of a second, but for me it was if I had taken her whole breast into my mouth myself; a shiver ran up my spine.

I grabbed Lisa’s thigh under the table cloth and squeezed hard. I couldn’t help, it. “That’ll be enough!” Lisa said loudly to the waitress. She backed up and nodded grabbed the glass and went to refill my wine. I could no longer contain my urges, my hand forced itself into the black band of Lisa’s skirt and my fingers found her. She grabbed my arm, I barely noticed. All I could think about was where my fingers were; she wasn’t wet but I didn’t care. I heard a gasp of pain as I pushed my long finger into her; she let go of my arm. I was too ashamed to look at her face but I knew that she was shedding tears as they hit the arm of my blouse, 1 2 3 4. The waitress came back with my wine and put it on the table. I could tell that she wanted to ask about us ordering but she saw Lisa crying and said that she’d give us a few more minutes to look over the menu. As soon as she turned to leave I pushed my finger deeper inside of her and moved it in and out a few times before she grabbed my arm again under the table and pinched me. I pulled out of her in pain and turned and grabbed my purse with enough care not to ruin my newly prized finger and rushed out of the restaurant.

I didn’t bother pay, I’m sure the waitress would tell her that the bill was already taken care of. She’d probably leave the restaurant and walk around until she concluded that it’s been long enough, and come home; that’s how she always handled things.

Once I was out side of the restaurant, I slung my purse over my shoulder took of my shoes and ran the 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 blocks home.

A man coming out of my building noticed that I was crying and stopped me to ask if I was alright, I nodded and brushed past him, no patience to wait for the elevator. I ran upstairs and opened the door, let its weight and automatic lock take care of itself, dropped my shoes and my purse and hurried to the bedroom. I put my prized finger to my nose and inhaled deeply. Oh how I’ve missed the scent of her. I used to get it from her panties but she stopped wearing them after she walked in on me wearing them as I was climaxing with my fingers between my legs. What was I to do?

I carefully took my black slacks and panties off in one slide, my finger of gold sticking out of the way while my other fingers did the work. Finally, I plopped on the bed and sniffed it for the last time as I knew that I was about to ruin it forever. I caressed my breast with the other hand and bursa escort bayan I slide the finger inside of myself. The waitress, Lisa’s scent and my ovulation made me so wet that the one finger wasn’t enough. I didn’t want to ruin the thought of it really being Lisa inside of me by adding another finger so I curled the one and found my g spot. I imagined that it was Lisa’s finger, it felt so good. My emotions were taking control of me, I felt my hips begin to move into my hand and my palm rubbed my clit as I circled my “Lisa finger” in and almost out of myself. I came the hardest that I’ve come in a long time, my pussy swelled around my finger and tears fell fast to my ears, 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14. I screamed out her name turned to my side to ride out my climax.

I sobbed myself to sleep.

I woke up to the slam of the front door. I was still laying there half naked and knew that there would be problems if I got caught like that. 7:39; a quick glance at the clock. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom, closed the door, turned on the shower and jumped in, with my blouse still on.

“I’m home,” I heard Lisa call.

She always did this, every time! She’d always act as if nothing happened! Although my actions were unforgivable and would ignite fury in almost anyone, she acted as if all was well just to avoid the topic of sex. I played along.

“Ok baby, when I get out can we talk?” I asked optimistically.

“Well when are you getting out… I’m really tired Kendra, can we talk tomorrow?”

I thought about it, I knew that we wouldn’t really talk tomorrow; I knew that she was postponing it as long as she possible could just like she always did. Even though I hadn’t washed the smell of sex off of myself, I turned off the water. I listed for Lisa to sigh, but she didn’t. I took off my blouse grabbed a towel and wrapped myself into it.

I walked out of the bathroom door and saw that she was sitting down on the bed in her pajamas already. 1 2 3 4 5 …34 I began counting the red hearts on pink her pajamas until I realized that I already knew how many there were.

It had gotten dark outside and she had turned on the lamp on my night stand.

I dropped my towel, walked over 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 steps, and knelt down in front of her. I placed my head on her lap.

“You didn’t wash your hair?”

“Lisa, I’m so sorry for what I did to you in the restaurant,” I began to tear up “I don’t know what came over me.”

“You’re ovulating,” Lisa said emotionlessly.

“But Lisa, I have, well I thought that I had self -control, something is happening to me, I’m becoming a monster. A raging sex addict or something.”

“You’re not a sex addict.”

“I think about sex all of the time Lisa!”

She shifted uncomfortably and I lifted my head to look her into the eyes.

“My mind is foggy; I can barely concentrate on anything without turning it into something sexual! I feel like a pervert!”

“You’re not a pervert Kendra, it’s just been a long time for you, for us; un…unless you’ve been with someone else?”

“NO, never Lisa! You are the love of my LIFE” I would never do anything like that to break your heart, I’d die if I ever really hurt you!”

A look of relief captured her face “Ok then,” and with that she turned and got into bed.

That was it.

She got what she wanted to know out of me and left me confused once again.

I sighed, and got into bed next to her and turned on my side facing away from her. I turned off my lamp and started quietly sobbing into my hands until I fell asleep.

“Oh… yes… right there … I’m going to come!” I heard faintly in my sleep, I woke up on my back to an orgasm and my hips gyrating up and down on nothing. I realized that the words had come from my mouth as warm fluid began to soak into the bed under my ass.

I opened my eyes and looked at the clock, it was 11:10 I turned my head and saw Lisa sitting up starting angrily at me.

“I… I’m sor.” I began. Lisa reeled her hand back and slapped my left cheek hard. I shut my eyes and screamed in pain. She jumped from the bed and left the bedroom. I jumped up after her.

“I’m sorry Lisa!! I didn’t have a wet dream on purpose! How am I to help what my body does when I am sleeping?!”

“It’s not just that you had a wet dream Kendra, who is Shelby?!”

“What, what do you mean?”

“WHO IS SHELBY?!” She asked again.

I knew who Shelby was; she was a coworker that I “forgot” to tell Lisa about a few months ago when she was hired.

I put my head down and slumped to the floor beneath her feet.

“She works with me.”

“What?! Did you fuck her?!

I didn’t respond. She got down on her knees, grabbed my chin and brought my eyes to meet with hers. She was already shedding countless tears down her face.

“Did you fuck her?” She asked again. This time very seriously without the same rage.

“No baby, no I didn’t.”

She got up and walked back to the bedroom, leaving me a mess on the hallway floor. I got up some time later to find her on her way out of the room. She put the soaked sheets into the hallway clothes bin and grabbed my hand and lead me back to the bedroom. She climbed into the newly made bed and I after her. She didn’t touch me and I didn’t touch her.

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Following on from part three I’ve returned to Stella and Evie, and Stella’s struggle with her past, which I’ve used First Person POV for short sections. She is not the only one struggling with her colourful past however as Nicki battles her own urges with Mei Lin.

Author’s note: I apologise for taking so long to write this next bit, I was in Denmark and Sweden again on holiday.

*****

Stella rose with the other members to recite the serenity prayer, ever mindful of the clock. Over an hour and a half ago she’d been driving away from Evie’s place after a quick bite courtesy of the local Chinese takeaway. Evie had practically chased her out the door to a meeting, claiming she needed a little down time herself.

Stella shuffled her feet as the ritual finished and she shook the hands of the people on either side before grabbing her handbag. She felt a little less tired after sitting in a meeting for an hour and a half but was still looking forward to getting back to Evie’s place, a few hours ago she’d actually contemplated skipping the meeting and going to one on Monday but then she started getting restless and irritable. The team building exercise she’d planned so meticulously hadn’t gone down as well as planned and then she’d had to prepare a brief for a hearing at the County Court in Melbourne to represent an old client, but that was not what was really bothering her.

Memories were starting to emerge, affairs she’d had with other women over the years, which had ranged from one night stands to full on codependency. This particular memory had been sparked during the team building session when one woman, Theresa had been particularly helpful with her input and practical applications. Her light brown hair and mannerisms brought back memories of a torrid three week affair with Mandy. She hadn’t thought of Mandy for years but every time she heard the INXS song, Burn For You, she often thought of Mandy.

They’d met in a pub often frequented by the legal fraternity and the police. Defence attorneys and the police might be at opposite ends of the spectrum in court but outside of the courtroom and with plenty of alcohol flowing they were bosom buddies, often literally and Mandy certainly had an ample bosom. It was what she’d noticed first, the way they moved beneath her white blouse, barely constrained by the bra. She was off duty that hot, sweaty Friday night, and in the mood for sex, she had been going out with a fellow officer for six months but after a heated argument by their pool she’d walked out on him and moved in with a lesbian couple.

Prior to moving in with Vicki and Olivia, she’d thought herself straight and indeed she openly talked about the men she’d bedded.

***

But despite the bravado I sensed she was also bendable. Some straights try so hard to be straight that they wind up getting bored, there are only so many positions you can try before it all becomes monotonous. Mandy had probably started her sex life, looking for intimacy but like many other women she mistook sex for intimacy because that’s what men wanted and she’d begun to realise it and indeed she played the game even with me.

When I bought her a drink she came out with a comment like, ‘I like a good leg opener,’ and then she laughed and slapped my leg. She drained half a glass of Bundy and then told me I was different to the rest and that was certainly obvious. I drank with men because they drank the same as me but I didn’t play up to them and while some men did boast they’d slept with me or at least seen me in the nude I was able to hold them to account.

I’d gained a reputation by then of being slick, I was younger then and just starting out on my career at the bar but I hadn’t seen this woman before. She was big up top but had a slim waist and rounded buttocks, which made her a magnet for every testosterone-fuelled man. That night however she was just wanting a few quiet drinks and so she took a seat at my table.

We certainly caught the eye of a few men, Mandy because of what she was wearing, denim jacket, blue jeans and the white blouse, and I’d come straight from work. I was wearing a blue pinstripe trouser suit and white blouse. That particular day I was also wearing a striped tie, it hung loosely about me and I’d undone the top button, I really was intending to head onto a nightclub but I dropped in at the pub to catch up with a colleague.

To this day I don’t know what we talked about but I know she did most of the talking and I did a lot of listening because that’s what I was learning by then, listen to clients, listen to the other side in court and listen to senior partners and colleagues. To cut a long story short we decided to leave the pub and head back home, I was pleasantly pissed and she was much the same but when we got to her place she’d fallen asleep and I had to wake her up.

When she invited me in I hesitated because I still wanted to keep drinking and I suspected that she might just want a coffee or soft drink but when she offered to share a bursa escort bottle of Southern Comfort I had to say yes.

Blackouts hadn’t really started happening yet but there were quite a few brown outs where you kind of remember what you did but other parts are hazy. I remember helping her take her denim jacket off and it was a little tight on her because she had to twist her shoulders to work it down her back while she pulled the sleeves over her hands. I can’t remember what happened next but she must have tripped over and I’d caught her because she was in my arms. She turned around with the jacket still half off, it was dangling down her back but the sleeves were on. She had a smile on her face and then she kissed me.

It was a light, teasing kiss and it might have gone no further but for the fact she knew by then that I was gay and we were both tipsy. I leaned forward and kissed her back but my kiss was definitely a sexual one because she pulled back suddenly as if I’d crossed a line. Mandy looked past me and then pulled the sleeves over her hands and let the jacket fall to the floor.

I remember putting my hands on her waist and then sliding them down over her buttocks and she arched her back and putting her hands on my hips she kissed me again. It was a full open mouthed kiss and it left us both out of breath but by then a line had been crossed and we sank down onto the couch together. Our session on the couch was interrupted when I had to go for a piss and she decided to fix us both a drink.

When I came back to the living room she was perched on the edge of the couch with a brush in her hand, she’d pulled the blouse out of her jeans and undone the ponytail. She had long blonde hair that reached the small of her back and she was brushing the knots out.

We drank for a few minutes while she finished brushing her hair and when I started playing with it she turned to face me. I remember the look on her face when she undid my tie, kind of nervous anticipation and then she used the undone tie against the back of my neck to pull me closer and we started on each other again and this time there was no hesitation, no time to talk, it was just full on kissing and feeling each other through our clothes.

We made it to her bedroom by degrees, pulling off our clothes until we got to her room and then the lovemaking began in earnest. As her first girl on girl fuck, I took the lead and brought her to a pretty good climax. Mandy was hesitant with me, she didn’t go down on me that first night, it took her three days before she got her mouth near my pussy but once she was down there Mandy was hooked on the art of cunnilingus. If anyone was a natural, she was it and our affair lasted three weeks before I found a new plaything.

Leaving Mandy was cruel, I knew it then but hid behind my usual bravado and the arrogance of youth but a few months later I saw Mandy sitting in another pub with a much younger woman, some probationary police constable. She saw me at the same time and just stared at me and then looked away as if she didn’t want to see me. At that point I felt the earth drop away from under me because she looked even more beautiful than before and it was not just the outside, her face was radiant. She was clearly in love with this woman but wanted nothing to do with me, the one who’d introduced her to lesbian love.

***

Stella came out of her reverie as the woman said her name again. The memory had been replaying in her mind all afternoon and she’d constructed the narrative the same way she rehearsed her AA story although this was not a story she’d tell in an AA meeting for obvious reasons. She might tell it to Evie, if she could find the time and the opportunity.

“Stella? I heard you at Ringwood the other night, I’m Gina and this is Charlie,” she indicated the petite brunette at her side, “I loved hearing your story the other night, it was like someone was inside my head.”

Stella let her eyes play over the twenty-something woman. She had long red hair that fell to the small of her back and had the look of someone who’d not long been sober, the makeup couldn’t hide every sin. The flannelette shirt hung loosely over a stained blue tee shirt tucked into loose fitting blue jeans, she had a curvaceous figure but looked decidedly emotional judging by the tear tracks on her cheeks.

“Hiya Charlie,” she extended her hand, “pleased to meet you.”

“You should hear this woman’s story,” Gina went on, “truly inspiring,” she glanced at her phone as she turned the sound on, “some of us are going out for pizza. Do you fancy coming along?”

“Um, I’d love to but I promised my um, partner that I’d come straight back home.”

“Of course,” she glanced at Charlie, “maybe you should get Stella’s number,” she paused, “unless of course it’s going to cause friction.”

“It won’t, I don’t do the thirteenth step,” she smiled crookedly, “how long has it been?”

“Two days,” she replied.

“The world record is actually twenty four hours,” she escort bursa replied, “the shakes will pass soon enough, just don’t drink for one day and keep coming to meetings,” she took out her phone.

“What’s your number?”

Charlie gave Stella her number and she sent her a text.

“You’ve got my number, use it,” she held out her hand, “and on that pleasant note I have to run.”

It was only when she was pulling out of the carpark that Stella allowed her mind to travel back to Mandy and the chance she’d had with her.

Even if you hadn’t done the dirty on her she’d have left you in the end, she nudged the accelerator and headed towards Mountain Highway.

My God, the things I did.

***

Mei Lin sat with her back against the bedhead while Nicki paced the floor, she had her earphones on and was talking to someone called Stevie who owned a van. It was the third call she’d made in the last ten minutes as she tried to find someone with a ute to help them both move into Stella’s place. How someone could know so many people with utes and now a van, baffled her, she’d been living here all her life whilst Nicki had lived at the furthest end of the state. In conversation over dinner she’d talked about friends in Hoppers Crossing to the west of Melbourne, Ballarat to the northwest and several suburbs of Melbourne.

She let her eyes fall to the laptop as the dialogue box disappeared. The transferred photos were now on her laptop and she opened one at random. The impromptu photo shoot had lasted an hour or so and remarkably for her mother, she’d managed to lock the bedroom door so as Nicki could shoot her in a few different outfits. This had encouraged Mei Lin to be a little more bolder or as bold as she dared here, a little mild teasing and eroticism with undone buttons and she’d managed to go as far as a back shot of her with a pink blouse halfway down her back as she looked over her shoulder. It was particularly daring because she’d been standing in front of the mirror and part of her bra was visible in the mirror.

She scrolled down the picture. The blouse had a matching tie that now dangled loosely in front of her, the ends reached the bottom of the black leather skirt. The garment still hung on one shoulder and her right arm was bent as she tugged at the button below her cleavage. The other side though had fallen down her left arm to expose the cup of her white bra but it was the look on her face that held her attention. She’d been taken unaware when Nicki took the picture, it showed in her expression, surprised but with a bemused smile.

She slipped a hand beneath the white ruffled blouse she’d finally changed into for another series of pictures that started with the blouse and a peach-coloured, pencil skirt and ended with the same blouse and a pair of blue jeans. The last three rows showed her wearing the blouse she had on right now. The blouse had two ruffles that started in the middle of her shoulders and curved in an oxbow shape to her cleavage before dropping straight down to her waistband, a second set of ruffles extended down the edge of each sleeve.

In the first few pictures she had worn the blouse buttoned to the top with the matching tie, it was paired with the leather skirt for those shots and then she’d changed into a pair of white jeans with a pink belt. The tie came undone after a few shots along with a couple of buttons for a flirty look. She’d been about to go further when the call came through on Nicki’s phone and so they’d called a halt to the shoot while Nicki answered the call. After the call however, she’d apologised and made another two calls, this last call sounded like it might solve their problem, moving their things to Stella’s place. Mei Lin stared at Nicki as she suddenly ended the call and sank down onto the stool in front of the dressing table.

“We’ve got the use of the van tomorrow night but there’s a hitch,” her eyes narrowed, “I have to help Stevie move some boxes of shit from her ex girlfriend’s joint to her new place. She’s moved from Lilydale to Yarra Glen so I’ll have to meet her out past Coldstream and follow her into town,” she looked at her.

“So, you want to stay the night after all?”

“It might be easier, Coldstream’s just up the road.”

“Okay,” Mei Lin straightened up, “I’ll go tell mum.”

When she came back through some five minutes later though she looked confused as she slicked the tie back and forth against the back of her neck.

“Not happening? Cool,” Nicki made to get up.

“No, it is happening but she doesn’t want you using any of the other bedrooms because she hasn’t cleaned them all week, so it’s my room or the couch,” Mei Lin fell onto the bed and stared at the ceiling, “just when I think mum is just another homophobe, she surprises me.”

“Well, she doesn’t know what I am,” Nicki reminded her.

“There is that,” Mei Lin contemplated her, “now this will be an experience, sharing a bed with a lesbian.”

“Nothing’s going to happen tonight,” bursa escort bayan Nicki reassured her, “I’m tired and I have to be up early in the morning.”

Mei Lin perched on the side of the bed and looked at the door as she recalled the last time she’d had a girl in this bed. It seemed like an eternity ago but in truth it hadn’t been that long at all. She stared at her open wardrobe while Nicki laid down on the bed.

“Are you all right?” Nicki asked her, “I can take the couch,” she brushed her fingertips up Mei Lin’s back.

“It’s fine, really,” Mei Lin pushed her glasses up her nose as Nicki’s fingers reached her bra strap, she drew a finger along the top of the strap to the fastening.

“I’m just thinking,” she finally managed to banish the memory and laid back down with her head on Nicki’s lap. Nicki shifted across slightly and put her left foot on the floor.

“What are you thinking about?” Nicki fingered one of the ruffles on her sleeve.

“About moving out, this time it’s different.”

“How so,” Nicki moved further down the ruffle.

“This time I’m not being banished to a seminary.”

“I thought you went of your own free will?” Nicki moved across her front to one of the ruffles on the bodice.

“It was mum’s idea,” she brought her hand up to touch the back of Nicki’s hand, “after what I did at school.”

“What did you do at school that was so bad?”

“I kissed a girl.”

“What the fuck?” Nicki stared at her, “how is that so fucking bad?”

“It was a Catholic school, the headmistress called our parents in and explained the rules. My mum banned me from seeing Fatima and her parents took her out of school and transferred her to a public school across the road,” she pushed her other hand behind her jeans.

“We could have tried to see each other but it wasn’t possible to find a place where we could be alone and so we both tried to move on. Mum arranged for me to go to a seminary in Kuala Lumpur because she thought it would straighten me out,” she stopped touching Nicki’s hand and put it on her belly instead.

“So, what happened at the seminary?”

“I tried to apply myself but my heart wasn’t in it. My auntie Mary came to see me and when she saw the state I was in she called her sister, my mum in Melbourne and bawled her out. She even threatened her with something, I don’t know what it was but it frightened the hell out of mum and she called the seminary and told them I was going to be finishing up.”

“Hey, I’m sorry,” Nicki touched her face, “things get broken and sometimes you can’t fix them for love nor money.”

Mei Lin took off her glasses and wiped her eyes. Nicki stroked her face gently and Mei Lin just let her do it, relishing the softness of her touch and the security she felt just lying there with her head in her lap.

“What’s your auntie Mary like?”

“She’s the best,” she smiled, “she’s ten years younger than mum but I sometimes wish she’d been my mum instead of the mother I have now,” she felt her pussy.

“She’s progressive,” she continued, “it was auntie Mary who got me on the bloody pill, I used to have really painful periods but she educated me. It wasn’t something mum talked about, she just gave me the usual mother daughter talk when I was a teenager and handed me a box of tampons but auntie Mary really opened my eyes. When I finally came back home I told mum why I was on the pill and she just rolled her eyes and said, ‘that’s my sister talking through you,’ but that was the end of the conversation.”

“Jesus,” Nicki brought her hand up the ruffle on the other side of the bodice, “I’ve been on the pill since I was fifteen, all my friends were so fucking jealous,” she reached the top of the ruffle and fingered it slowly.

“What happened to Fatima?”

“She’s engaged to be married in six months, but I’m not invited to the wedding and maybe it’s best I don’t go anyway. It would hurt too much.”

“I’m sorry,” Nicki moved a hand through her hair, “I really am. That’s why I’m so anti religious, those bastards have been fucking up the world for thousands of years.”

Mei Lin didn’t reply as Nicki started stroking her front, following the line of the vee to her throat and then back down the other side. She closed her eyes and let herself drift but a few minutes later her eyelids fluttered open.

“I’d love to know what Auntie Mary has on mum though, she wouldn’t tell me though.”

“Has your mother always been homophobic?”

“All my life, yeah, why?”

“At a guess and it’s only a guess, I’d say your mum either got involved with a woman or had a crush on a woman and came close to crossing the line. Homophobia is usually a sign that a person is trying to stifle something.”

Mei Lin stopped stroking Nicki’s hand and swallowed.

“What if? What if I’m just like her? What if I turn out like her?”

“We aren’t our mothers,” Nicki started fiddling with Mei Lin’s collar, “we might have their DNA, their eyes or their features but we aren’t them. We can take the things we like about them and discard the rest, it’s a different world out there. This is Australia, not Malaysia, there are no Muslim edicts banning us from doing certain things,” she drew her hand down the side of the vee.

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She had spent the day organizing and cleaning her new home until she came across a porn DVD scattered along the stack of movies. She couldn’t help but smile to herself and let out a giggle as she pictured him watching it late at night stroking his long hard manhood. She began to let her mind wander and found her-self growing moist. Finally she gave in to her urges and put the movie in the DVD player as she grabbed her bag of toys and settled on the sofa. After a few minutes she leaned back into the sofa and made sure her back was to the windows and the front door. She watched as a muscular blonde penetrated a young brunettes tight ass and began fantasizing about him taking her in his arms and making her his.

She pulled out her anal beads and began to suck on them to make them slick and wet as she pictured herself sucking on his dick. Then she slowly started to insert the beads into her ass one ball at a time. With each bead becoming gradually bigger than the last her breathing began to get shaky and her legs started to tremble with the sensations she was giving herself. Once the beads were all the way in she began to slowly pull them back out. Her pussy was dripping wet at this point begging for some attention of its own. She started to rub herself with one hand while the other still teased her ass with the anal beads.

Her breathing was hard and irregular, lips quivering. She let out a quick sigh filled with his name…”Tim”. She was so engulfed in herself she never once heard him walk through the front door. He stood there watching as she teased and caressed her own body. He took her all in before walking up next her then leaning down and began kissing her neck. She jumped in surprise and when she saw it was him she turned red with embarrassment. That didn’t last long when altyazılı porno she took him in. He was standing there dressed in his Navy uniform. His dick so hard it was near impossible not to see the large growth in his pants. He took off his hat and blouse and his arms glistened with the sweat of a long days work.

He didn’t say a word as he walked into the bedroom and came back out with a pair of handcuffs, bondage tape, a gag and a blindfold. She looked at him with pleading eyes and timidly asked what he was doing. He merely grinned with that mischievous and knowing look that always made her want him more. She started to get up when he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back to her knees. With one hand still entangled he used his other hand to take off his belt and unbutton his pants. He never once tore his determined and enticing eyes from hers.

She knew what he wanted her to do. She eagerly pulled down his pants to reveal his throbbing cock and immediately took him into her mouth. She loved the way he tasted and needed him to own her, penetrate every hole he could, make her his. She could feel every pulsation through his manhood and wanted him to be inside of her. He finally pulled her head away and kissed her with a force and passion she had never felt before. He got down on his knees in front of her and leaned in close. As his lips brushed her ear and asked “Do you trust me?” She could barely speak so he had to make due with a quick nod of the head and the eagerness of her hands running along his chest and back as she kissed his neck.

He ran his strong hands up her arms and cuffed her wrists above her head. He went for the gag and looked into her eyes seeing the fear and excitement building up inside of her. He leaned in and gave her one more kiss before mobil porno securing the gag in place. Finally he covered her eyes with the blindfold. The last thing she saw was his eyes burning into her soul. Not being able to see what he was doing the sensations in her body grew. Every touch was intensified by the element of surprise. He used the bondage tape to secure her arms and legs away from her body so she couldn’t fight him.

She felt the tips of his fingers caress their way down her stomach, not stopping until he reached her hips. He gently kissed the inside of her thighs as he slid one of his long fingers into her wet pussy. With one hand he penetrated her and used his other to tease her clit. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably as she tried to pull away. She heard him laugh. She tried to shriek in pain and pleasure as he bit the inside of her leg. He then traced up her thigh with his tongue only to stop as he reached where she wished he would go. Her body tensed and relaxed with a whimper. He loved teasing her knowing that he had total control. He wanted her to know that she belonged to him and no one else.

She felt the head of his dick teasing her, just barely penetrating her and then pulling away. She tried to push her hips forward to bring him in and keep him there. She needed him, her body was crying out for his. He could see her tensing and moving, trying to pull free from the cuffs and tape. When she least expected it he pushed himself into her fast and hard and smiled when she let out a muffled scream of pleasure. She could feel every throbbing pulse and never wanted him to stop thrusting in and out of her. Her body went crazy, her nipples hardened as he leaned down and took them into his mouth teasing and flicking them with his tongue. She only wished sex izle she didn’t have the blind fold on so she could watch him.

She felt his hand close around her neck getting just a bit tighter with every thrust. Her pussy dripped with approval with every squeeze. He unfastened the bondage tape but refused to let her move. He quickly turned her over on her stomach and refastened the tape. Legs spread wide so he could see her glistening in moisture. He teased his cock back inside of her. With one hand still around the back of her neck he started to spank her. She whimpered with every hit and tried to push back as if to ask him to do it again. He could see the hand prints forming and he couldn’t believe how much she liked it.

Next she could feel him pushing a finger into her ass as he thrust in and out of her pussy. The sensation of having him inside both her holes drove her wild. He kept smacking her ass as he drove his cock in and out of her pussy. She was growing more moist with every rough move he made on her. Before she even realized he had pulled out of her he shoved himself into her tight ass fast and hard. She let out a cry that could be heard through the gag. When he reached down to play with her clit she was dripping wet with pleasure. He fucked her ass hard and rough as she tried to push back begging him for more. He stopped thrusting and pushed his entire manhood deep into her ass.

He could feel her body tense as she reached her climax. She heard him moan in pleasure as he began to cum. She felt his warm liquid fill her ass completely. When he pulled out and looked at her he saw his juices dripping and mixing with hers. He took off the tape and cuffs first. Then the gag and blindfold last. He saw the surprise and satisfaction in her eyes as he pulled her into a close embrace and kissed her as deeply as he ever had. She sighed and fell into the kiss wrapping her arms around him. As he pulled away he softly whispered “I love you”. It was all of her energy to smile and whisper “I love you too”.

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I left the video shop exhilarated from the cock sucking experience. And so aroused that it felt like my entire body was a cock about to spurt forth in a huge gushing fountainous explosion of cum. And of course I had the cum available, both my own in copious abundance and that of my recent companion. I went home and enjoyed a torrid love making session with my wife, doing her twice at considerable length and pleasure before the poor soul begged for mercy and departed into an exhausted sleep.

That evening I sat in the living room reliving the video shop episode. Reliving being on my knees with my mouth open and that lovely hard cock inches from my face. I could recall every minute detail of the event. I recalled in vivid detail entering the room, followed by my companion. I recalled the deafening silence of the room, occupied by just the two of us, the external world shut out as if it did not exist. I recalled the first exposure of the cock, with my breath almost being taken away, such was the beauty of the organ and the state of my arousal. I recalled the cock in vivid detail. Almost as if I had a magnifying glass recording of every cell of the surface of the cock. And then I began to consider the act more clinically. And I realized that being on my knees in front of my companion was a central part of the arousal. He standing with his cock exposed and erect, to be serviced by a cock supplicant. And my role, on my knees, the supplicant. Not the traditional meaning of religious supplicant, but something far more profound. A cock worshiper, performing his duty, on his knees, the role well defined.

Some days passed before I could return to the video shop, the vicissitudes of life being such that however the state of one’s interest and arousal, there are other roles and duties in life to be performed. To be sure, I spent considerable time in the intervening days thinking about the previous episode and looking forward to the next. And I spent much time thinking about my performance and techniques. Alas, there is no definitive reference book on the techniques for cock sucking. No blowjobs for dummies, as it were. Or Tips and Techniques for the expert cock sucker. One can hardly pause in the midst of the act to ask for a critical review of one’s performance to date. And even if it were possible to ask, would the owner of the cock have had the happy experience of having been previously serviced by an expert supplicant.

I have been an avid and long term fan of porn and so I compared my techniques to what I considered memorable blowjobs I had seen in films. The problem is that the context seemed so completely at odds. Porn cock sucking and porn in general, includes shock value, intended or not. Everything is overdone; the noise, the excessive physical activity, the clothing. For example, when is the last time you had sex with someone in bed who was wearing platform shoes? Porn cock sucking, even when the male ejaculates, seems to contain little actual pleasure to either party. And of course most of the time, the male wanks himself off in the final moments. Who would wank their own cock off with a perfectly beautiful and willing mouth right in front of them?

My contemplation of cock sucking was how to prolong the cock sucking episode, thus raising the pleasure to the highest level possible. I want my companion in the act to feel their cock worshipped, to feel their pleasure elevated to the highest peak, to enjoy every moment of the journey. I want my companion to be brought to the state where they feel their entire physical being is in their organ. To feel as though their entire existence is being caressed in the most delicate and adoring way by my lips. The entire point of cock sucking is that the higher the pleasure state reached, the longer and more intense the descent. And before I allow my companion over the edge, I want the pleasure to be so intense, that nothing else in the world exists other than bursting the dam and spewing his heart and soul out of the end of his cock.

Finally the day arrived for my return to the video theater, with time planned and excuses in place. As I would not be missed for several hours, I was free to take my pleasures at leisure, enjoying what opportunities that might be presented. I arrived at the video shop wearing loose slacks of a thin material, and following my usual practice, without the obstruction of underwear. In this case, the better to show off arousal should the need or opportunity present itself, and of course to caress my own cock without the constricted hindrance of tight clothing. I immediately went through the rear door of the shop to the video room section. Of course one’s fantasy of the events to follow will always be at odds with the reality. There were one or two men present, far fewer than the number present at my previous visit. No one was in rooms or in doorways of rooms, the presumed method of offer learned from my previous visit. So I participated with the others in studious contemplation of the porn menu porno 64 available in each of the rooms. And waited. This went on for some time, perhaps half an hour or longer, with the occasional man entering, looking around, and leaving. I considered leaving myself but my free time was limited and if I left, that would be the end of it for this day.

Finally a few more men arrived including two very good looking younger men. They had arrived separately. A bit of milling around commenced after which one of them entered a room, leaving the door open. I prepared to move to the room when the second fellow walked to the doorway, paused briefly, and then entered and closed the door. After a few minutes, I positioned myself against the wall outside of the room. Some minutes passed and I assumed a coupling was occurring within the room. I had fantasies of the act being performed on the other side of the door. And an ardent wish to watch. And of course there was always the rather good chance that the supplicant would be left thoroughly aroused and anxious for a supplicant of his own. But to my surprise, the door opened and the two fellows emerged, neither showing any evidence of distress or wear. In fact, they were arm in arm and seem to be enraptured lovers as they departed together. How very odd to find everlasting love, or at least a few hours of lasting love, in such a place of engineered anonymity.

I decided to enter the room myself, leaving the door open. In a few minutes I was joined by a tentative companion. At first standing just at the doorway, but eventually entering. I closed the door. He asked what I wanted, to which I responded that I wanted him to take his cock out. He hesitated for a few moments, watching as I rubbed my own organ through my thin slacks, my erection apparent even in the dim light. And then he displayed his own organ, filling out quickly as he displayed it, no doubt having fantasized at some length before coming to the shop about the act that he hoped would take place. He possessed a lovely specimen. A bit longer than average and of average girth, with a slight curve to the right. He did not touch it. So I reached across and caressed my fingers on the underside of the shaft. The cock throbbed and jumped at my casual light touch, confirming that he was in a high state of arousal.

I urged my companion to slide his slacks down which he did immediately. Then the two of us stood face to face, both looking down, inches apart, he nude from the waist with his cock erect between us, my fingers applying a teasing caress, stroking the shaft. I could hear his aroused breathing. I wanted to hear his voice. So I whispered, ‘what would you like me to do?’ A long silence ensued while I continued to teasingly caress the shaft of his cock with my fingertips. I wanted desperately to sink to my knees and engulf his cock shaft in my mouth. But I wanted to hear his voice take part in the prelude. I repeated, ‘tell me what you would like me to do with this?’ He finally looked up at me and said ‘suck me’. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft and squeezed lightly. I could feel him quiver in pleasure. I whispered to him ‘on my knees in front of you, sucking on your cock. Is that what you want? More squeezing of his cock in my hand brought a gasp of pleasure from him. ‘Say it I whisper to him’. He put a hand on my shoulder and urged me down, saying as he pushed, ‘suck on my cock, suck me off in your mouth’.

I knelt before my companion. All of my contemplation of the kneeling supplicant role in cock sucking flooding into my consciousness. I remove my fingers from the organ and contemplated the lovely erect cock. Olive colored in the dim light. Slightly curved to the right. Bobbing gently up and down in his exquisite arousal. I leaned forward and pressed my lips on the head of the cock, aware that his arousal was already high and a careful beginning was required or he would likely squirt before either of us wanted. I opened my mouth and took him as far into my mouth as I could, pressing my lips on the base of the shaft. I let no part of the shaft touch inside my mouth, other than the head of his cock in the back of my mouth. And I held him there, unmoving. I heard him gasp and felt him stiffen initially at the pleasure of the first contact with my mouth. But after a moment he relaxed, gaining control. I began drawing my lips on the base of the shaft, up and down on it, sucking on the shaft but only at the base. My hands were on his bare hips, holding him, the feel of his skin on my hands like warm marble. And there I was, the cock supplicant. On my knees sucking cock. The accustomed roar of silence arrived, blocking out everything but the cock in front of me, time seeming again to stand still. The cock in front of me the center of my universe.

My oral efforts to get control of his arousal having been a success, I commenced to apply my other well contemplated cock sucking techniques. My lips caressed the shaft, slowly up and down on it, teasing the skin with porno izle my soft warm lips. He tasted delicious. The smell of his arousal and maleness was intoxicating. The curve of his erection provided a different and interesting experience from the previous very straight organs. I contemplated other differences. The ridge around the head of his cock was more pronounced. The maleness flavor of him was a bit more acid, but still entirely delicious. As before, the taste of him filled my mouth.

I decided to experiment with some new techniques I had contemplated since my last knee supplicant exercise. I opened my mouth and took him deep, pressing my lips hard on the base of his shaft. And then I drew back the entire length of the organ, drawing off of it to leave it bob in the air for a moment. And then I repeated the exercise, pressing my lips on the base and drawing off the entire length of the shaft. And repeated again and again. I varied the speed and the pressure on the shaft. Gasps of pleasure emanated from my companion. Occasionally I would pause in mid shaft and rub my lips up and down on the shaft, with more or less vigor. Sometimes pressing as hard as I could with my lips on the cock shaft moving very slowly up and down, and at others times a rapid but feathery light caress up and down. When I felt him stiffen markedly, I would release the organ and let it bob in the air for a moment. At other times I would suck on the head of the cock, again with more or less vigor, and again release the organ when he stiffened. My companion and I fell into sympathetic alliance, he enjoying the ecstasy of being brought near the edge again and again, and I sensing his approach to the edge and keeping him from reaching it. Occasionally I would apply my hands to the front of his hips, holding them back as he tried vigorously to thrust his cock forward. All the time very encouraging and heartfelt words emanated from him. ‘god yes’, ‘ohhhh godddd’, ‘aghh that feels good’, repeated over and over in various combinations.

To my amazement and delight, my companion began to participate in the game. I had his organ in my lips and was blissfully doing a slow caress about one quarter down on the shaft. Suddenly he pushed my head vigorously away with a cry of ‘not yet’, ‘ oh please not yet’. I knelt in front of him gazing in rapture at the bobbing organ in front of me. Juice slowly oozing from the tip. I waited without protest until he withdrew his hand from my head and then resumed cock sucking on his shaft, again repeating the deep engulfment of the organ with minimum pressure to let him regain control. I slowly worked back up to more intense pressure, eventually sucking vigorously on the head. I felt him stiffen dramatically and thought he was going to explode. But again at what I am certain was the very last millisecond, he pushed me away again with the most soulful and painful cry of ‘oh it feels so good please not yet, oh oh oh please not yet’. Again I waited in complete awe as the cock glistened and jerked in spasms in front of me. I think if I had breathed on it, he would have squirted a flood.

My companion was breathing heavily, his fingers on my head holding me there for a long time, the bobbing cock eventually beginning to droop slightly. I pushed forward toward the cock and he withdrew his hand without protest, surrendering to my mouth. I engulfed the cock in my mouth and caressed the shaft very gently with my lips. My companion began immediately groaning and arched his hips up. It was clear to us both that this was the finale. I slid my hands behind him, grasping his naked ass cheeks in my fingers, squeezing the muscles, rigid now from the strain. The full rigidity of the organ in my mouth returned. I determined to maintain a slow cock sucking pace as long as possible so that he could return to the highest level of pleasure before he climaxed in my mouth. In the event, this was only a moment. My lips caressed the hard shaft, just below the head of the cock. The cock began to stiffen in just a few draws of my lips on the shaft. I eased the pressure of my lips on the shaft to prolong the moment. His cries of ecstasy came in short gasps until finally grasping my head in both hands and holding it firmly, his cock rock hard, he flooded my mouth with his semen. An enormous gasp from him followed by pulse after pulse of ejaculate into my mouth, I pressing as hard as I could on the shaft with my lips.

What does one think about when a cock is ejaculating into your mouth? I pressed my lips firmly on the shaft. My companion was racked by spasm after spasm as he completed his climax and entered the resolution phase, the latter I enjoy as much as the former. The cock soaked in my mouth, occasionally moving with a post climax spasm. The semen in my mouth flooded my senses. My hands were on his hips, holding him there in a reassurance that there was no rush and that I did not expect any immediate withdrawal of his cock from my mouth. My lips slowly sliding up and down mid shaft. sex izle And so we continued, joined cock and mouth, he slowly coming down from the heights of pleasure, and I enraptured again at the soon to be successful conclusion of my cock supplication, regretting only that it did not go on longer.

Eventually he gently pushed my head away and withdrew from my mouth. I sank back against the wall at my back and watched as he slowly and with evident labor, put himself back together. I swallowed his cum. My companion thanked me, paid complements to my skill, observing that he had never cum so hard in his life. Perhaps it was even true.

I stood and my companion slipped out of the room, caressing me fondly on the arm. I was taking some deep breathes, just leaning back against the wall, contemplating the events of the past minutes, when to my surprise, another man entered the room. Taken aback at the sudden and unexpected arrival of a new companion, and still recovering from the events just described, I said nothing. And before I could say or do anything, the new companion, apparently taking my silence for acceptance, closed the door. The new arrival was older and dressed in a somewhat dapper appearance. He was clean-shaven but for a modest mustache. He asked me if I had cum. I replied that I had not. He then sat down on the bench in the back of the small room, and reached for my zipper.

To say that I was aroused from the events with companion one does not come anywhere near close to the matter. But my intent and interest in the video shop adventure was to suck cock. That is why I came. And yet here I found myself with someone with apparently the same interest and intent. Clearly he hoped to find exactly the same outcome as I had previously contemplated, a cock sucker who did his duty and was then left high and dry, eager for a suck. I would find this conflict again and again in my cock sucking career in the months and years ahead. My interest is to suck cock. I have a vanishingly small interest in another man touching me when I contemplate sex. And yet it is not zero. There are circumstances when my interest is well above zero. He pulled the zipper of my slacks down and, absenting any underwear, my cock slipped out. He very expertly applied a teasing caress to the underside of my erect shaft with his fingers. And of course I was lost.

I looked down at him, an attractive man though a bit overweight. Expensively dressed and groomed. He was staring at my cock quivering in front of him. He clearly knew I must be on the very edge and confined his touches to the most delicate caresses of my cock, but avoiding any touch that might immediately push me over the edge. I was impressed with his coolness and skill. Clearly this was a man of considerable experience and restraint. He reached for my belt buckle and I saved him the effort by unfastening myself. My slacks slid down to my ankles. He then caressed me all over; belly, thighs, buttocks, and legs. His hands were exquisitely warm and soft. Normally I would be repelled at the hands of a male on me. But this was an expert and there was nothing in his approach or technique that under the circumstances I found objectionable. His hands on my skin felt like warm velvet, soft and slow and delicious. And he never ceased the most delicate teasing of my cock, either with his fingertips or rubbing his cheeks and lips against my shaft. I have no doubt that he was enjoying himself immensely. But he took his time and with great skill played my oversexed body like an expert violinist on a Strad.

Of course I was leaking like a sieve, the state of my arousal clearly apparent. And so inevitably he had my juice all over him; on his face, his hands, and on his clothes. I expected his touches to become more demanding or that he would suddenly devour my cock in his mouth. But instead, the cool and restrained approach continued. He continued caressing the tip of my cock with his lips and licking the head, again very restrained. Small caresses and touches whose restraint I found remarkable. Eventually he cupped my balls in his hand and began gently and then more firmly lifting and squeezing. My cock was quivering just in front of his face. He continued contemplating my cock, the briefest caress with his fingertips or lips or tongue, a look up at my face, doubtless to judge my reaction. And more caresses and licks on my cock. Meanwhile the slow rubbing of his hands on my belly, buttocks, and legs continued, a rush of warmth emanating from his skin. I looked down at him and said ‘let me cum’. He squeezed my balls in his hand and opened his mouth. Using his hand under my balls, he guided my cock into his mouth. I felt his lips close on the shaft, felt his tongue cradle the underside of my rigid cock, felt an enormous, soaring wave of the most intense pleasure, and I climaxed in his mouth, a soul flushing ejaculation of semen. He never moved, just maintained the same steady pressure of his lips on my shaft and left my cock lying throbbing on the cradling tongue inside his mouth. He kept a steady pressure and slow caress of my balls with his hand, while with his other hand he gripped my bare buttocks, a reassuring message not to withdraw my cock from his mouth.

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[Ch. 01 should be read first]

Chapter 31

Easter vacation

Since grandmother Singleton was now pretty elderly, we always stayed in a hotel when we visited her in Nice at Easter. We did not think that I had known my boyfriend long enough to introduce him to her, so there was nothing very novel about our visit that year. I did of course tell her about my new relationship, and her reply was similar to that of Cathy, “Not ANOTHER gay in the family!” My grandmother enjoyed being taken out for walks in the park or along the sea-shore, and always enjoyed being taken out to dinner at a fancy hotel. She doted on Cathy and me, and had forgiven Dad and Pop for being gay after they had given her two grandchildren. She was now too old to have toy-boy relationships, but she was just as outspoken as her granddaughter about sex and relationships. I found it difficult to envisage what she might think of Tom.

In accordance with our usual routine, we went to the English Church on Easter morning. We enjoyed our brief stay in France, even though I was missing Tom already. I saw our stay as an opportunity to improve my spoken French, which was only just up to the demands of university level study, so I went on my own to the cinema several times to see films without English subtitles. On Easter Monday, I got an E-mail from Tom which read as follows:

‘My darling Luke,

I am missing you terribly. Will it be OK if I come to Ixfordingworth on Thursday? My train gets in at 15-25, would it be possible for someone to meet me, as I am bringing back a lot more luggage than I took when I left? A lot has happened here and I am anxious to get away from here as soon as possible. There are things that I need to discuss with you, especially about the summer vac! I will need to get a job. I hope that you are enjoying things on the Riviera.

Love Tom XXXXXX’

I felt both uneasy and curious when I read this, but I answered it promptly, having checked with Pop that he could drive to Ixfordingworth to pick up Tom.

We flew back to Bristol on the Wednesday and drove into the city to drop Dad at his hotel in Clifton, where he would be staying for most of the time during the run of ‘Così fan tutte,’ and then continued to the M5 on the way back to Camford. Next day, Pop and I drove to Ixfordingworth to meet Tom’s train. On the way, I took the opportunity to ask Pop as a special favour to give Tom a mini progress test, to see how his chemical knowledge compared with Pop’s first-year St Boniface students.

Tom came staggering off the train with two large suitcases and an enormous back-pack. The two of us relieved him of some of his burdens and we stowed them in the car. On the way to Ixton he explained why he had brought so much stuff with him. “Basically this is about one-third of all my possessions. There are none left in my father’s house, and I will never be going back there! The rest of my things are safe at my sister’s house.”

He then told us the story of his feckless widower father, subsisting on state benefits and held in thrall by a series of equally feckless women, culminating in one who was an out-and-out bitch, who had just been about to throw all Tom’s possessions away. “I’m not exactly homeless,” he said, “because my sister has given me a room, but I don’t feel that I could live there in the summer for three months without a job, and the chances of doing even supermarket shelf-stacking in that town are pretty slight. So I’ve got to find a summer job here or in Camford and somewhere to live!”

At this point, Pop stepped into the conversation. “Tom,” he said, “I will be able to find you a paid job for two months in the summer and as far as accommodation is concerned, you will be able to live here or in Camford or on the job. The nature of the job depends on me giving you some aptitude tests. Do you agree to that?”

“Of course! I’ll agree to anything that will give me a paid job and a roof over my head.”

“You know that you will always be guaranteed a bed wherever Luke is, but we all know that you need to pay for your keep!”

“He’s a big lad, Pop, and has a big appetite!” I said with a knowing grin, at which we all started to giggle, though Tom did blush slightly.

“But, Tom,” said Pop, “you must not let any anxiety about the summer put you off preparing for your exams. At the moment, they have to be your first priority, so don’t worry, we will take care of you in the summer!” I felt like kissing my cofather out of gratitude. Anxiety about the future was the last thing that Tom needed at this stage.

Chapter 32

The end of virginity and the vacation

Next day, Pop called Tom from his books and took him into the small sitting room. Tom was gone for about an hour and came back with Pop. “Tom will have no difficulties with his exams,” said Pop, “he’s better than six of my eight first year chemists. I think the Buckingham tutor, whom I don’t know, is not very skilled in giving him feedback. I think we may be able to get him a job in one of my trusts, or perhaps at the Fitness Centre. It’ll probably be at the minimum wage, but he’ll only be paying us for his porno izle board. You’ll need some kind of occupation too, Luke, unless you get a paid job in Italy.” Tom looked very happy, and I knew very well what would happen that night!

We had another family weekend, with walks, swims and trips to the pub. Pop cooked us some excellent meals, but on the Saturday Tom volunteered to cook us dinner. It was a revelation to all of us. My stud-boy produced a three-course meal with garlic mushrooms followed by a fish pie with vegetables and ending with a fruit crumble made with fresh rhubarb purchased from the farm shop in Ixton. Pop opened a bottle of Verdicchio to follow the Prosecco, which we often drank before a meal. Both Cathy and I were deeply impressed, and Pop even more so. I could see Pop wondering if Tom was going to repeat his own undergraduate years in the late seventies of the previous century.

On the Monday, Cathy went back to school and Pop moved back with her to the flat in Camford. They left on the Sunday evening, leaving us with the house to ourselves. Reluctantly we knuckled down to a week of revision and reading, rather than a riotous twosome of drinking and sex. However, we had earmarked the Tuesday as a special day, in which I was to lose my anal virginity.

Tom obviously wanted to make an occasion of it, but it needed more preparation than it would if we had been in Camford. No question of takeaway food or ringing up for flowers to be delivered! The only way stud-boy could make it special was to contact a firm of caterers. He phoned around and found a firm that could deliver at 24 hours notice, and arranged, without telling me of course, a special meal to be delivered at 5 pm on the following day.

On that special Tuesday morning, I disengaged myself from Tom’s sleepy grasp, got out of bed and stood looking out of the window. The Ixfordshire countryside was awakening to spring. The late April sun shone on the distant woodland, not yet having reached warmth sufficient to disperse the spring mist. The trees were showing traces of green. Tom approached me from behind, stood beside me and put his right arm round my waist. His touch triggered a sensation in me that seemed like a slow electric shock. I felt the warmth of his breath on my left ear and a shiver of delight, anticipation and overflowing love spread over me as I turned to face him and got enfolded in his embrace. I kissed him repeatedly and found myself melting in the warmth of his passion. No matter what that day might bring, I knew that I wanted this man for life, that this was not merely sexual coupling. “My own wonderful boy, my lovely Luke,” he whispered, “you are the only person in the world who loves me! My whole being is yours, not just for today, but for ever!” I had never known anyone so hungry for love as Tom. It made him talk in a way that I could never have expected on the basis of our short intimacy. I reached round him and clasped each of his buttocks with my hands and pressed myself as closely to him as I could. After a few hard kisses, we breathlessly released one another and grinned when we saw each other’s hard-ons.

We shaved and showered and had a good breakfast, toast with scrambled eggs with a few prawns, cooked by me. I wanted to us take a turn in the pool, but Tom said no, it might make us tired. After breakfast, I took Tom into the study/library and showed him a locked bookcase with a wooden door. “That’s my parents’ porn collection!” I told him. “They don’t know that I know where the key is! There was no internet when they were our age and there was strict legal control over printed pornography. Pop on his frequent visits to Paris used to visit all the bookstores on the ‘rive gauche’ and come back with many works in English that were unobtainable here, due to the obscenity laws. There’s one particular book that I want to show you.” I reached to the top edge of the bookcase and pressed a concealed knob. A small door opened, and I pulled out a key and unlocked the bookcase. I withdrew a book in a faded green binding and showed it to Tom. ‘Sodom, or the Quintessence of Debauchery by John Wilmot, Second Earl of Rochester.’ “This is supposed to the most obscene book ever written,” I told him. “It’s a five-act play in verse in which King Bolloximian commands his court to have nothing further to do with women, but from then on only to fuck men. It’s not nowadays particularly hard to come by: you can buy it from any online bookshop. The line I particularly want to mention is where the king says:

‘Pockenello for a mate I’ll choose/

His arse shall for a minute be my spouse.’

I’ll let you have the pleasure of reading it after this afternoon!”

At noon, we had a sandwich for lunch and then adjourned to our bedroom and took off the garments that we had on. We lay on the bed and Tom rubbed his face in my hair. “I love your hair,” he said, “and I’m glad that you’ve started wearing Storing pour Homme. By both wearing it, we are marked out as an item. You have no idea, coming from a close and loving family, how awful it is to have no-one to love. Apart from keeping in touch with my sister, I can now forget about my home-town and porno all the people there except Mr Silverdale. You fathers have both been so good to me. Instead of saying goodbye to you when you took up with me, they have taken me into your family. I will always be grateful for that.”

“Pop knows all about alienation” I replied. “He lost his father when he was seventeen and has never been close to his mother. She never showed him any deep affection and when he met Dad and took him to Nice to meet her, she tried to get Dad into her bed! Next year, we’ll take you to meet her. She’s a bit old now for fucking, so you won’t be in any danger. But when he and Dad got together, Dad’s parents took Pop into their family, and that’s why the two of them have done the same for you!”

Our foreplay lasted an hour or so, during which time we took small sips of Marsala to prevent any tension building up. Neither of us of course had had much previous sexual experience, and apprehension can have a disastrous effect on male sexual performance. We had both read on the internet exactly what to do, and our mechanical needs had been thoughtfully provided for us by my parents, but it was now a question of translating cold digital text and images into hot, loving carnal reality.

Tom began to make love to me. He had started with my hair, and slowly moved down my neck and shoulders to my chest, where he began to nibble my nipples. As each stiffened in response to his attention, he moved to the other. Then he moved steadily down my body, kissing and nuzzling, until he reached my belly-button. He spent a lot of time poking his tongue into its hollow before continuing along my treasure trail until he reached the hair round my cock. I was transported with delight at all this loving attention. Nothing that Mark had done to me had felt like this. I threw my arms round Tom and kissed him passionately on the lips before letting him return to my crotch.

By now we were both rock-hard and oozing precome. “Are you ready?” he whispered to me. I nodded and he began to unwrap a condom and unroll it over his rampant dick. I lay back and spread my legs wide open and he squeezed a large dollop of lubricant gel on to his fingers, and inserted first one, then two, and finally three fingers through the sphincter ring, stretching it gently. I squirmed a little when the first finger went in. When he pushed two fingers in, it got a little easier and he was able to stretch me somewhat by pulling his two fingers apart. The third entry with three fingers became again a little uncomfortable, but again he helped to stretch the muscle and mitigate any pain that I might have. I marvelled at how he seemed to know exactly what to do. In no way did he do anything upsetting or unpleasant. Then he spread lube over the condom on his dick.

When he had me well lubed up, Tom said, “I think the first time I had better do it in the doggie position.” Accordingly I climbed off the bed and stood beside it with my arse in the air. “Please, Luke, tell me if you feel any pain and I will stop immediately.” He gently inserted his well lubricated rubber-covered projection between the cheeks of my arse and began to push gently but firmly. After what seemed eternity he pushed through the sphincter and I felt a considerable degree of discomfort as he entered my gut. “Just relax,” he said, “it won’t, I hope, hurt any more.” He rested inside me for a minute or two and I found that the discomfort had worn off, and that the presence of this large object inside me was not unpleasant.

“Okay, stud-boy” I said “you’re in, and it doesn’t hurt any more, so feel free to get going with your buggery.” He enwrapped my body with his arms, folding them over my belly and he began to fuck me. The lubricant was extraordinarily effective and he slid in and out of my back passage with considerable ease, taking care not to slip right out. I now felt Tom sweating with exertion and the sweat was dripping from his chest and armpits over my back and down my arms. It felt delicious. The whole operation of course was prolonged because of the fact that neither of us had very much seed inside us. We were pretty well dry after four days of frequent sexual activity. Eventually, though, Tom speeded up and with a loud cry came violently into the prophylactic inside me. He immediately started kissing my shoulders and spine, and as his cock softened and began to slip out of my hole, his kisses moved progressively down my back.

When he was fully out, he lifted me bodily back on to the bed and slipped the condom off his dick. “Tie it in a knot so that it doesn’t leak, we’ve got to keep the sheets clean,” I said. He obeyed and hopped on the bed beside me and began to kiss my mouth. I rolled over on top of him and started to kiss him in return, before starting to rub my rock-hard dick against his hairy belly. He put his arms round my hips and clamped his hands one on top of each of my buttocks as I continued to rub his belly with my prick. After a delicious few minutes, I came and shot my small cargo of fuck-juice on his belly, kissing him violently as I did so. I lay there for some time, feeling secure in his warm and loving embrace. I then rokettube rolled off him and lay on my back breathless beside him. “My darling Tom, you’re so good to me. I’m so glad that I am yours. You’re everything that a man could want! You’re as good in the bedroom as you are in the kitchen!”

“Luke, you’re exaggerating! You’ve got a lot more talent than me. And you find it easy to get on with people, and I don’t. Even if I had had your parents and upbringing, I would still have been a nerd.”

“You’ve learnt to cope with rejection and hardship, whereas I have had an easy and comfortable upbringing. Still we have one thing in common, and maybe that’s the bond that unites us: we both have no mother. But how did you learn to fuck like that? I can’t believe that you’ve never done it before! You were absolutely brilliant!”

“It’s only what I read on the internet. No-one has ever wanted to do it to me or with me!”

“But most men when fucking only think about themselves, and you were thinking of me all the time, I know that, even though I couldn’t see your face.”

“Yes, next time I’ll fuck you lying your back and then we can see each other. But doggie-style is the easiest to get in and unlock the treasure-house. Thank you for being such a sweet bottom. I hope there are going to be a lot more next times!”

I gave him a final kiss, climbed off the bed and got a flannel from the bathroom. I cleaned up our bellies and disposed of the condom, wiped us both with a towel and said, “A drink is called for: Prosecco or White Shield?” I have mentioned White Shield before. It is a beer brand that had been through a bad phase, having been brewed by several breweries who did not have the skills to produce a quality product, but at the time of this story its brewing had returned to its home town of Burton-on-Trent, and it was now fast recovering its iconic status as a flagship bottle-conditioned beer.

“We’d better have Prosecco” said Tom, “I love White Shield but it always makes me fart H2S the next day, and I don’t want to stink the bed out!”

“It’s the yeast reducing the sulfate in the hard Burton water,” I explained. “As a chemist, you should know all about that, even though sixth-formers are no longer allowed to work with H2S.”

We always kept a bottle of Prosecco in the refrigerator, so I went and fetched it, opened it and poured us two glasses. Tom sipped his wine and started reading ‘Sodom.’ Half an hour later, the doorbell rang from the street level door. I went to the door-telephone and answered it “Ask the delivery man to wait a couple of minutes,” said Tom “while I come down and get it. I’ve ordered us a special meal to celebrate your loss of virginity!” Tom put his tracksuit trousers and top on and went down in the lift to collect the delivery. It was a large cardboard box. The box contained some precooked scallops, sweet and sour pork with rice, a salad, tiramisu, a pre-chilled bottle of QmP Mosel wine and a packet of coffee mints.

“Tom, you’re a thoughtful genius!” I said. “It would have been totally inappropriate to go to the pub after the experience that you have just given me. We need to be alone together for the rest of he day.”

“These things just need heating in the microwave,” he said, “so let’s get dressed and tuck in. If you’re feeling lazy, I can feed you!”

What I was beginning to think of as ‘our’ bedroom was spacious enough to have a table in it, so I laid it for our meal and opened the wine as soon as we had finished our Prosecco. Tom came in, still naked, as I was, carrying the dishes with the scallops. “I would love it if you could feed me with the first course,” I said, “but then I can eat the rest on my own!” Tom cut each of the scallops into small pieces and fed them to me one at a time, pausing from time to time to eat one himself. “This is the ultimate in erotic decadence!” I exclaimed with a grin, “It makes me feel like Cleopatra or Lucrezia Borgia! You are so sweet to me!”

“You deserve it after letting me commit the foulest of unnatural acts on your helpless body!” he replied, joining in the spirit of repartee. We both giggled. Then we pulled on our underpants and T-shirts and sat up at the table to enjoy the rest of the meal.

I found it difficult to analyse the basis of my attraction to Tom. Apart from being more muscular and less skinny, there was little about his body or face or hair to distinguish him from any other healthy young man of eighteen. It was not because of his home conditions making me feel sorry for him, because he had not revealed those to me until after I had fallen for him. It was the way that he looked at me and the way that he held me that made me feel as if there was an indissoluble bond between us. And it was a constant thrill to be finding out new things about this reticent, secretive boy. And he wanted me SO much. Not only that, but he needed me. Without me he could quite easily do something stupid, like leaving Camford. He desperately needed a good exam performance, pitting himself against the brainiest nineteen-year-old chemists in England, Etonians, Manchester Grammarians, the cream of the private education system. If my company and my body could bring him comfortably through the exam ordeal, he could cruise the next three years to a first, a Masters and a Ph.D. Pop assured me that the talent was there, Tom just needed to discover it for himself.

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The pickup truck pulled to a stop.

I was in the front seat of a Ryan’s car, on my stomach laying across the wide bench front seat of the pickup truck. My ass was sticking in the air and the high schooler’s strong hand was on it, squeezing. My head was in Ryan’s lap, licking up and down on his massive, mostly-erect, teenage cock.

At the moment, I was playing with the cock head, licking around the ridges and the slit. My right hand stroked him in long, slow movements. My left hand explored his incredible body, moving up and down his impossibly thick legs and then under his shirt up his chiseled abs and chest whenever I came up momentarily to catch my breath.

“We’re here, Janelle.” Ryan brought his hand to my cheek and raised my head up. Reluctantly, I sat up. Looking out the window, I saw my apartment building. I looked up at Ryan. He smiled “Well, are you going to invite me in?”

My heart beat hard inside my chest. Now that we were here, I was having second thoughts. Not about Ryan-fuck I wanted him so badly-but about bringing him into our apartment.

“Do you want to go to your place instead maybe?” I asked.

Ryan gave a half frown. “No.” he said simply. Shit, I had upset him. “Okay, I mean that’s fine it was just a thought. Because your place is so much nicer you know, right?”

“We’re not going back to my place, Janelle.” Ryan said sternly. “But if you want, I can just drop you off now.” Ryan had his hand wrapped around the base of his cock, and gave it a slight shake as he looked at me. My eyes were drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

“Well, Janelle?” My hands drifted again towards his cock, but Ryan pulled his pants over it, hiding it from view.

I looked up again, my heart continuing to beat quickly. “Ryan, do you want to come up to my place?”

“I’d love to baby. Lead the way.” Ryan got out of the car then reaching back helped me out the drivers side door as well.

Ryan draped his strong arm around my waist and rested his hand on my hip. I was nervous about a neighbor recognizing me and so really wanted to walk quickly. I didn’t want to anger Ryan though so I walked patiently at Ryan’s side up my apartment walkway. Just the feel of his hand on my hip bone made me feel light-headed.

As we walked into to the entrance I realized something. “Shit! Ryan, my car is still at your place!” Though the prospect stressed me out, this could also be an opportunity to switch locations.

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll make the slut drive it over.”

“Oh…Okay…Thanks.”

We stepped onto the elevator and Ryan’s hand fell from my hip down to my ass. Right as the door was about to close a hand flew in and a woman I recognized stepped onto the elevator. She was short and pretty and I thought she lived with her husband and kids on the floor a couple below our unit.

She stood across from us and sure enough, pressed the button for the floor two down from mine. My heart hammered in my chest, again afraid of being recognized. Ryan’s hand squeezed and worked in between my ass cheeks over the short, tight dress. I tried to keep from squirming and risked a glance up. I needn’t have worried about being recognized. The woman was stealing quick and regular glances at Ryan, roaming over his body with her eyes.

She stepped off, taking one last furtive (almost desperate) glance at Ryan, and the doors closed. It honestly gave me yet another rush. He was here, with me! I reached up and grasped his huge bicep, squeezing, leaning into him as he fondled my ass.

The elevator dinged and we stepped off, my hand falling to his where I laced my fingers through his and I pulled him shyly towards my apartment. At the school I had felt in command, but now, walking towards my home with this teen stud, I was nervous once more.

“It’s not much, you know. Nothing like your place of course.” I nervously looked at Ryan’s handsome face but he just looked relaxed, expectant.

We walked in. I glanced around, relieved to see that Carlie had evidently cleaned. I looked at Ryan as he glanced around the room, his face not betraying how he felt about our small apartment. He gave everything a quick look over as he circled the living area and kitchen. My eyes followed him, waiting to see what he’d do.

As he completed his circuit he walked past me and sat down in the middle of coach. He glanced over at me. “So how about a beer, Janelle?”

“S..sure Ryan.” I walked over to the fridge. I knew Ryan was underage but I wasn’t going to say anything. Carlie and I didn’t particularly like beer but we generally kept a few in our fridge for social occasions. I brought one over to Ryan, forgetting to grab one for myself. He took it and then grabbed my arm and pulled me onto his lap. He cracked the beer and brought it to his mouth, leaning his head back. I looked on as he took a few deep drinks, watching his large adams apple bob up and down. He finished his drink and put the remaining beer on the side table. “Thanks, girl.”

“Ryan, xnxx I don’t…” I began. But Ryan looked at me intently just then and I dared not say another word. I gazed back into his deep blue eyes, spotted with brown, glancing nervously from one to the other. Fuck, he was so handsome. I couldn’t help myself, I leaned toward him and kissed him tentatively, still nervous for some reason.

His large lips pressed into mine and I felt the stubble of his five-o’clock shadow scratching into my cheek. At first it was gentle, then I felt Ryan putting his arms around my waist and press his hands into my back, pulling me into him hard. His mouth ground against mine, opening. I followed suit and felt his tongue reach into mine. I sucked on him greedily, moaning. I tasted the beer in his mouth, which made him seem only more masculine to me, if that were possible.

My arms were around his neck now and I ran my hands through his hair and over his strong shoulders as we made out. Ryan’s hands fell to my ass. He squeezed and pulled me deeper into his lap, so that my hip pressed hard against his rock hard abs. I moaned again and pressed my body into his, rubbing my breasts against his strong chest, just under his chin.

We broke the kiss and I looked at him, my mouth open, panting. He grinned at me wickedly and then dove his head into my deep soft breasts. I moaned and felt his growing manhood pressing into my leg. I reached my hand down his body, seeking his cock.

The phone beside the couch rang and I froze. The ring was like an alarm clock and it all hit me in a rush. I was making out with a high school kid. A male high school kid. In my own apartment. Dressed as a girl. How had it come this far?

I looked again at the hunky adonis who’s lap I was sitting in. Oh yeah…that’s why.

“You’d better get it, Janelle.” Ryan said.

I took my hands off of Ryan, resisting the urge to whimper when I did so, and dismounted, sitting next to him to reach over and picked up. “Hello?”

“Oh hey babe!” Carlie greeted, cheerily.

“Uhhh…Hi ba…Hi Carlie.” I glanced at Ryan, who grinned wickedly back.

“How’s it going? Am I interrupting anything?”

“What?? No way. I mean, just sitting around, not doing…” My sentence broke off. Ryan had stood up and was removing his shirt. I stared at his rippling muscles, just a couple feet away, almost dropping the phone.

“Not doing…what? Babe! You’re spacing out!”

“Oh! Sorry!” My focus shifting again to the call. “Not doing…anything…”

Ryan continued to remove his clothing and he now grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled them off.

“If you say so. So today’s been kind of crazy. First, I…” Carlie’s voice receded into the back of my consciousness. Ryan stood nearby in just his boxer shorts. He faced forward and I looked at his back and side at an angle. His muscular ass was framed by the boxers, allowing me to see even the slight dimples in the sides of his ass cheeks. The bottom of the boxers stretched out to accommodate his tree-trunk legs. His back muscles contracted and extended as he continued to remove clothing, taking off his socks now. I didn’t know a back could display as much raw power as Ryan’s did. It seemed like dozens of muscles, or muscle groups, were visible, competing for space on his wide frame.

“…and then, you won’t believe it, but she…” Carlie continued.

Ryan turned to face me now. He was huge, his figure taking up my entire field of vision. My eyes traveled up his cobblestone abs, over his large muscular chest, and to his face. He smirked down at me, a superior look on his face. He took a step towards me. His confidence was intoxicating and it took all my will not to throw down the phone and start licking his body.

“…and I really don’t know what she does all…”

Ryan was looking at me, expectantly. His eyebrows arched. Oh. I should have figured he wasn’t just putting on a show.

But as much as I wanted to, I couldn’t touch him now! I shook my head pleadingly, silently imploring him to wait. His eyebrows arched higher.

“…Isn’t that insane?…Babe?” Oh she was asking me something. “Yeah, totally.” I responded desperately. She seemed satisfied by that and went on. “So then…”

I noticed movement from Ryan’s boxers. I looked down and saw the head of Ryan’s dick pressing up against the bottom of the boxers, almost coming out. Ryan flexed his cock and the fabric flew up and down. He did it again, the movement almost catching me in the chin. Incredible.

I looked up, Ryan continued to look at me expectantly.

With my free hand I reached out, again barely conscious of Carlie’s voice in my ear. I grasped the hem of his boxers and pulled down. Ryan’s monster teen cock sprung up.

My breath caught at its impossible size and I stifled a moan. I was again struck at the beauty of his cock. Clean, light at the base and darker at the tip, smooth, huge, powerful. I grasped his hard tool and began stroking, staring at the brazzers growing cock head, amazed at the distance my hand had to travel to make the trip from base to tip. I flipped my grip so that I rubbed along the underside of his cock in long strokes. I loved how his huge manhood filled my hand. As my hand slid to the base it brushed up against Ryan’s balls. I’d never paid them much attention but now began feeling them experimentally. I was surprised. They were easily three times the size of mine, hanging in a smooth delicious sack. Delicious? We’ll see, I thought wickedly and grinned.

Then Ryan stepped forward again and his cock was suddenly pressing against my face. He grabbed the base of his cock and began slapping it against my cheek softly. It felt like being tapped with a baseball bat.

He ran the tip across my face and I opened my mouth as it crossed my lips, trying to guide it in. I missed and he began gently slapping my other cheek. Then he moved it between my eyes and lay the tip on my forehead. Fuck. I went cross-eyed trying to keep my eyes on it. His cock ran the length of my entire face, top to bottom, extending out on both sides. It was unbelievably heavy. It pressed down on me, compelling me to submit in worship of this teenage god.

“…Babe?…Babe you there?”. Shit. “Sorry, what Carlie?” I asked after a moment. I placed the phone on speaker and put it down on the side table.

“I said I haven’t heard you talk about Dick in a while. You still seeing him.” My eyes flew wide and I looked up, past his cock and at Ryan’s glorious presence in front of me. He smiled widely, his perfect teeth dazzling.

I grinned back wickedly. “I am indeed.” I grabbed the head of Ryan’s cock and held it up. I stuck out my tongue and licked his nut sack. Delicious, like I thought. I opened my mouth and sucked on his large balls, first one then the other.

“Good.” She continued. “I want to feel those huge muscles, babe.” She was talking about my supposedly growing muscles, but my mind was elsewhere. I groaned, bringing my mouth away from Ryan’s balls. “Ughhh, me toooo.” Barely in control of myself now. I ran my hands over Ryan’s hard stomach and down to his huge legs, feeling the muscles I loved so much.

“Can’t wait, babe.” Carlie continued. “Anyways, the rest of tonight is looking crazy…”

I opened my mouth and guided Ryan’s cock into my mouth. I bobbed back and forth on his massive pole, stroking the base of his cock with both hands as I worked the upper half, swirling my tongue around the tip. I began humming quietly, knowing Ryan would feel the vibrations ever so slightly.

I glanced up at him again. He looked down on me with a half grin, seemingly impressed. I smiled around his cock, immensely pleased with myself. I moved my hands to his lower back and ass, groping as I continued to hum and bob on his cock.

Carlie’s voice floated into my consciousness. “…So I probably won’t be home till around noon, but then I’ll be off for a couple days. Dinner tomorrow?” I brought my mouth off Ryan’s dick, angry now for the interruption. “Yeah, okay.” I said impatiently. “See you.”

“Love you, babe.” She said. I looked up at Ryan, worship in my eyes. “I love you.” I said.

Ryan raised his eyebrows.

I stammered. “I, I mean…she…” I quickly turned toward the phone and clicked end. When I turned back, Ryan had stepped away. I stared as his huge back as he walked down the hall slowly. My eyes swept up and down his body and fell on his sexy ass. He opened a door, looking in to confirm it was the bedroom, then stepped in.

I was left on the couch, panting. I got up and walked after him. As I stepped into the room I found him going through Carlie’s closet. “What you doing, Ryan?” I asked, coming up to him and placing my hands on his strong back and arm, pressing my body against his in a manner I hoped was seductive.

“Just looking for something that might interest me. Ahh, here we are.” He brought out a hanger with a lacy white bra, panties, stockings and corset. “Put this on for me, Janelle.”

“But…this is Carlie’s wedding night lingerie…” I said, looking up at Dick nervously.

“Is it now? Well…I think that’s just perfect. It’s Janelle’s halloween dance lingerie now.” He smirked at me, handing me the delicate items.

I looked down at the lacy material in my hands, feeling them.

“Why don’t you get a bit cleaned up too? Take a shower and wash up, to get ready.”

To get ready…I thought.

He drew me into his arms and I placed my hands on his chest. Janelle’s halloween dance lingerie…I thought. The top of his chest was at eye level and I began caressing it softly, kissing it, licking his nipples. My hands traveled up and down his chiseled sides. His cock pressed against my stomach and Ryan lifted my chin and kissed me gently. My head swam with lust.

He stepped back and turned his back on me, walking to the bed. Right. Get ready.

“Okay. Be right back.” I stepped into sikiş izle the bathroom and looked at myself. I still looked pretty good. The makeup that Ryan’s sister Kasi had applied was holding up well. I was still amazed at how the dress showed off the feminine curves on my body.

I stripped off the “costume,” letting the wings and the dress fall to the floor. As I removed the bra I noticed for the first time that the fake tits could be separated from the bra, the fleshy skin tone globes had their own clear harness. This was a relief as I’d be able to put them on with the new outfit.

With some difficulty, I pinned up my hair with some of Carlie’s hair clips. I stepped into the shower and quickly scrubbed myself down in boiling hot water, being especially careful not to get my hair or face wet. I spent some time clean between my ass cheeks, even sticking a soapy finger up to clean. I released a high-pitched moan in anticipation.

I stepped out, my skin warm and tingly. I opened the bathroom mirror and examined Carlie’s supplies. I applied some of her sensual lotions to my skin, making it gleam, and put on a new layer of light peach lipstick, smacking my lips to spread it evenly, as I’d seen her do before. I put some lube in my fingers and worked it into my ass.

I managed to successfully put on my tits and slipped on the white lingerie carefully. It fit me wonderfully and I was amazed at the similarities between my body now and Carlie’s on out wedding night. She had worked hard to attain her figure for the wedding.

No, that wasn’t it. The story began to invent itself in my head, growing from the seed planted by Ryan.

I had worked hard to attain my figure for the halloween dance, I thought. This lingerie had been my motivation the past months. Every day I’d pull it out and stare at it as inspiration, knowing I wanted to show it off to my high school stud on the night of the halloween dance. That night was finally here.

I let down my hair and rand my hands through it, giving it some volume. I was a high school girl, and the hottest boy in school was just outside. I gave Janelle a mischievous wink in the mirror and stepped out of the bathroom.

Ryan was sitting patiently on the bed, leaning back onto his strong arms. His cock had softened and was laying thick across one leg. His smooth muscles at rest looked plush and inviting.

I swayed my hips as I walked to him seductively, wanting to impress. “How do I look, Daddy?” I asked.

He grinned at me. “Good enough to fuck, baby.”

I giggled and twirled for him, showing off the curves I had developed for my stud. He slapped my ass hard and I squealed. I turned and faced him, smiling. I dropped to my knees and rand my hands up his strong wide legs. I needed to get him hard.

I grabbed his soft cock and brought it to my face. I licked it long and slow from base to tip and put it in my mouth, sucking hard. This was the first time he was soft in my mouth and loved the new feeling. It was slightly smaller and easier to manage. At the same time it seemed to fill my mouth more because it had more give and pressed into the open spaces.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on manipulating his cock. I grazed it lightly with my teeth as I sucked it up and down. I attempted to take it deep with it’s more manageable size and got about two-thirds down it before gagging. I fought the reflex and kept it in my mouth, breathing through my nose.

I felt him growing in my mouth and I increased my pace, excited. I loved knowing that I was turning him on.

I leaned back and worked the head as I brought the shaft between my luscious white-clad tits. He became hard quickly now as I bobbed hard and fast on his cock.

I felt his hand on my hair, pulling up slightly, and I disengaged. I looked up at him and he had that intense look he wore when he was horny. I swooned a bit, infatuated with that look. I stood and climbed into his lap, straddling him again. I slid the back of my panties to the side and then placed my hands on his strong shoulders. Janelle couldn’t believe this was finally happening, I thought. She’d been looking forward to this night for so long. The night she would lose her virginity.

I began to slide my ass up and down his long pole, snaked between my cheeks. I leaned in and kissed him hard, throwing my arms around him and sucking on his tongue. I felt his hand close around my hair and pull my head back, breaking the kiss. I stared into Ryan’s eyes, my lips still lightly brushing his. I continued to slide up and down his cock.

He spoke. “What do you want, Janelle.”

I moaned into his mouth and tried to kiss him. But he pulled back. “Say it.”

I stared into his eyes. “I want to feel you inside me.”

He just stared at me, unblinking. Waiting.

“Fuckkkk. Fuck me please!”

He gave a half grin and nodded his head just slightly.

I took that as permission. I lifted up my ass and reached down, pointing his cock up. Staring into Ryan’s beautiful eyes, glancing from one to the other, I lowered myself down slowly.

I felt it press into my sphincter and I moaned in anticipation. Ever so slowly, I began opening up to him. Oh god.

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is a fictional story in a fictional series of a fictional married couple proposing fictional sex outside their fictional marriage. If you find the subject matter objectionable, please move on.

You may want to read Walt and Rhonda Ch. 05 to get the background, but it’s not essential.

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It had been more than two months since Walt and Rhonda had confirmed their deepest suspicions and most exciting fantasies about each other. After ten years of wonderful married life and loving sex they had each had sexual experiences outside their marriage, each hiding it from the other, terrified of being discovered while teasing each other that they were doing it, and at the same time hoping and wondering if the other was doing the same. Finally, at a party, they’d had the opportunity to separately see each other having sex with another person, and realizing their fantasies. Afterwards they had discussed it, and agreed that since no had had been hurt, and since they both enjoyed what they did, and they each enjoyed the idea of each other enjoying it, that they would continue, only without secrets. Hiding nothing from each other, no lies, no secrets; that was the pact they made.

For the first few weeks following their emotional reunion after witnessing each other’s dalliances, they had returned to their regular sex lives, making slow, wonderful love, considerate of each other’s needs and wants. They sexually reset their norms, making sure they were still okay, that these new events hadn’t changed them, or irreparably damaged their relationship. Each knew that the relationship had changed, had grown, or stretched to include new boundaries, but their personal, intimate relationship was strong as ever, once again firmly rooted in trust and open communication.

Rhonda was happy to have given up her outside activities, but was especially pleased with having lost the weight of her deceit, her lies by omission. As they rediscovered themselves these few weeks, she thought, it was a great relief to not have her secrets dangling over her head, weighing her down, and a bigger relief to know that Walt wasn’t angry, or jealous. In fact he was excited to hear some of her stories that night, some while she sucked his cock, and others when she was on top of him, riding his shaft. But for weeks after the party the subject had not been raised, and it had been just them, together, like old times.

A few weekends after the party they had gone to dinner on a weeknight (a WEEKNIGHT of all things, who would have imagined!), just to spend some time together. The restaurant was surprisingly busy for a Thursday, but they sat quietly, eating and talking. They chatted about work, and Walt mentioned that he might have to go out of town in few weeks. He hadn’t been away for a while, she realized, and wondered if he had been avoiding his trips because of their recent past activities. They had only occurred when they were apart. She considered bringing it up, but let the thought slide. Walt was relating the vendor he had to visit; he’d be gone four days, there were three plant visits, company officers, meetings. At his last trip he’d fucked the owner’s wife, and Rhonda felt a little tingle inside remembering Walt telling her what they had done. It had been pretty hot. Her pussy twitched at the memory, and her thoughts drifted to sex as they talked.

And she looked around the restaurant.

There were a number of couples seated around them, and more at the bar, visible from the dining room. She wondered if any of them were like Walt and her, prepared to share themselves with others; if their relationships were strong and loving and understanding like the one she shared with Walt. She smiled wistfully at the ones who looked happy and content, and felt sorry for the ones who ate in silence, existing together, not enjoying themselves.

It occurred to her then that she was trying to determine if she could detect, just by looking, if a couple had an open relationship. And she realized that if that were true, if you could see it, then they could surely see it in her and Walt. She blushed with momentary embarrassment. What would these people, these regular, ordinary people, think of her? Would they be shocked? Or would they just give a knowing smile, because they were doing the same thing? She drifted off, ruminating on the possibilities, until she felt Walt’s hand on hers.

“Hey,” she heard him say, “where’d you go just now?”

She came back to herself to find her eyes had settled on a young couple at a nearby table, and when she snapped back to reality she saw they were looking her way and grinning. She gasped in surprise, and turned away, blushing and flustered, to answer Walt’s question.

“Oh, sorry, I was just thinking,” she stammered. “I guess I drifted off a little.” She smiled at him to cover her thoughts and embarrassment. What would that young couple think of her? Her eyes darted back, but the young couple had returned to their meal and conversation. travesti porno She turned to Walt and he was looking where her eyes had been. When he returned to her, he was smiling broadly.

“You sexy, brazen hussy,” he whispered in a low voice, “were you checking that guy out?”

She was momentarily speechless, both because she hadn’t been, and because the subject of other people had not come up for several weeks. She looked at his face. He wasn’t angry. He was — what? Entertained?

“No, you idiot,” she joked, but her hand fiddled with her napkin. “No, don’t be silly.”

“You were, weren’t you? You were checking out that young stud eating dinner with his wife.”

“I was not,” she insisted, and her eyes drifted back to the young couple, who were smirking and stealing furtive glances at her. Oh, my God, she thought, I bet they think that I WAS staring at him! But even as she thought it, her eyes scanned the younger man, his relaxed body, his long legs under their table, his easy good looks, and the devilish smirk on his face. And her pussy confirmed her opinion.

“You were,” Walt grinned at her, “you just did it again!”

She felt her face go red and she put her hand up to hide her embarrassment. “Oh, God that’s embarrassing,” she muttered. “I was not checking him out before, but I admit I did just now.” She looked up at him and grinned. “And they saw me! It’s so embarrassing!” She dropped her hands to the table as the redness left her face.

Walt snickered at her. “Don’t worry yourself, dear,” he said covering her hand with his. “I think they enjoyed it.” She saw his eyes dart in their direction, then return to hers. “So, you would go for that? Is he your type?”

“Walt! Stop it!” Rhonda’s embarrassment returned, shocked to hear him asking such a frank question out loud, after so many weeks of not addressing the topic. She took a moment to accustom herself to the idea that she was openly discussing her potential for attraction to other men with her husband in a public place. She wondered why it didn’t seem more unusual. And more strangely, that discussing it publicly was, well, a little titillating, almost dangerous.

Her words were stern, but with a smile. “What are you talking about? I don’t have a type.” She lowered her voice, and put her hand on his. “Except you, of course; you’re my type.”

“Good to know,” he said, “I was kidding of course.” He gazed into her eyes and his lips curled a little into half a smirk. “But are you interested? What kind of man interests you?”

Before answering she had another momentary flash of being outside herself, observing her position, and being a little amazed that she would be openly discussing with her husband what makes another man attractive to her. “It’s not just looks, you know. Physical attraction is important, but there has to be more, a connection. I have to meet him, talk to him, feel comfortable. Remember Andy? The Car Rental guy? Like that. Not just handsome, but also an emotional match. I don’t just survey the crowd and settle on an attractive face with a hard cock.” She glanced sideways, making sure her voice was low enough. “Not that there isn’t a lot to be said for hard cock!” she grinned. “And that young man over there is with his wife, and I’m with you, so I can see he looks nice, but that’s not what I’m thinking of.”

“So,” Walt asked, smirking openly, “what if you were here, and alone, and horny?” he teased.

“Well, then,” she teased back, leaning in towards her husband, “I’d just tell him I wanted to suck his hard cock, provided he could go again, and fuck my brains out!” She saw movement from in the corner of her eye, and turned to see the waitress there, and the look on the girl’s face told her that her voice had been a little too loud on that last comment.

Rhonda lowered her head almost to the table and buried her face in her hands, hearing Walt’s laugh.

“Should I come back?” the waitress asked tentatively. And despite herself, Rhonda began laughing, too. She picked her head up.

“No, it’s fine,” she laughed.

“How is everything tonight? Can I get you folks anything else?” As she spoke she removed the empty plates. “Would you like some coffee or dessert?”

“Dessert sounds great,” Walt told her, and Rhonda agreed. The waitress smiled and left, returning with dessert menus. They selected quickly, and Rhonda waited until the waitress delivered the desserts before speaking again.

“I hope I didn’t scare her,” she said.

“”Yes,” Walt kidded her with sarcastic humor, “I bet she never heard those words before. I’m sure she’s shattered.” He grinned and lowered his voice. “You know, Ronnie, it’s exciting hearing you talk like that. It’s been so long since we teased each other.”

Rhonda looked at him, measuring her response, not sure she wanted to bring up how they had kept secrets from each other. “Actually,” she told him, “the last time may have been when we went away together.” alt yazılı porno They looked at each other, both knowing that their teasing had led to their flings with others, and the discomfort of their secrets were not completely gone. Rhonda was determined not to let it ruin the evening. “And,” she added, grinning, “it’s about time we started again.”

“I think you’re right,” he said, and reached for her hand, lifting it to his lips and kissing her fingers. “I love you, honey. I’m so lucky to have such a lovely, wonderful, sexy wife, and I am glad we stopped torturing ourselves.” He grinned mischievously. “Teasing each other is so much fun, and I confess, I am a little, uh, stimulated, hearing you talk so sexy and dirty.”

“Walt, are you getting a boner?”

“About half so far, yeah.”

“Well, then, if you were alone, and sitting there with half an erection, who would YOU go for? Hmm? Is that young man’s wife your type?” She looked at him slyly. “Or would you go for the waitress.”

“Honestly, hon, I don’t know,” he said, eating his cheesecake. “You remember what happened to me those times. I didn’t do the seducing. I was taken, by loose wanton women.” He grinned broadly. “Not unlike yourself!”

“You didn’t put up much of a fight, as I recall from your stories,” she grinned back. “Is that what attracts you to a woman? The fact that she’ll spread her legs for you?”

“Ouch,” he kidded, “you make it sound so cheap. But no,” he explained, “that’s not it. Obviously, like you said, there is some physical attraction, but there’s more. There’s plenty of attractive women in the world.” He looked at her, and touched her hand. “Not as attractive as you, of course.”

“Well done,” she congratulated him.

“But I don’t just lust after every attractive woman. There needs to be something more, a sexual spark, a sign of lust, a mutual, I don’t know, idea.” She watched him struggle to find the words. “There is something deeply alluring about a woman who knows she wants sex, who likes it enough to take a chance on a guy she just met.” He winked at her. “Like you, Ronnie.” She laughed and he continued. “The women who turn me on are attractive, sexy, seductive, and are attracted to me.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Again, like you,” he said, and smiled.

“You, sir,” Rhonda said, smiling as she pushed her empty plate away and reached for the last of her wine, “are a sweet talking devil, and I love you to death. And what sexy, horny woman wouldn’t be hot for you?” They laughed together as the waitress picked up the check, and they stood to exit. “But I’m a little nervous about sending you out in the world to be the unsuspecting victim of every woman with an itch to scratch,” she said, wrapping her arm around his, and leaning into his shoulder as they walked to the car.

“You think I’m naïve? A babe in the woods?”

“Maybe a little,” she giggled.

“It’s true, I admit it,” he said, holding her car door open. “I fell for your wily and seductive charms, didn’t I?’ He leaned in and kissed her as she sat down. Her hand touched his cheek lightly as their lips met, brushing lightly.

“You are something, mister,” she whispered as he pulled back, looking into her eyes. “You better get me home quickly, or I may have to go find some satisfaction for myself.”

“Not tonight, woman,” he said, standing outside her open car door. “Tonight you are all mine.” He closed the door with an exaggerated flourish and thumped his chest dramatically. She was still laughing when he got in the car.

That were still enjoying the humor as they walked in the door of their home, and Walt took her into his arms, holding her body close to his, but with his shoulders and head pulled back, looking at her silently, and smiling a little.

“What,” she said, searching his face for a clue to his thoughts. “What is it? Is my makeup running?” Then she saw a smile form on his lips. “Is there a bug on my face?” she kidded, and his smile broadened. She loved his smile.

“You,” he told her, his voice solemn and serious despite the smile on his face, “are the most beautiful, sexy, hot woman any man could ever want,” he told her. “I love you, Rhonda, and I love loving you, and I am the luckiest man in the world for loving you.”

And Rhonda felt her stomach flip and her knees go weak and her face moved to his and they kissed, slowly and teasingly like lovers; she thrilled at the fact that they could still kiss like lovers after ten years of marriage. Their hands were at each other’s faces, caressing cheeks, touching necks, and lips parted, tongues touched, then began probing, mouths open and pressing lightly. His hands moved around her, to her back, then to her ass, pressing her against him. She felt him getting hard against her.

Her lips left his mouth, moved to his chin, his neck, then down his chest, kissing him through his shirt as she bent, then knelt, her hands sliding down his chest to his pants as she üvey baba porno kissed his growing erection though his pants. She opened his pants, pulling the zipper down, tugged his briefs down below his balls and released him. She gazed lovingly at his half hard dick before planting a kiss on the tip, then licking the head. She heard him moan appreciatively.

“Is this how you would do it?” he asked, and she looked up at him questioningly.

“Do what?” she asked, holding his shaft at the base with one hand, the other on his stomach as he worked his pants down past his hips, letting them drop to his ankles.

“Is this how you would do him, after you pick him out, and meet him?”

She knew what he wanted then. “Oh, yes, baby,” she said, and her eyes drilled into his. “I’d open his pants and drop to my knees and tell him I wanted to suck his cock with my slutty married mouth.” She opened her lips, still looking into his eyes, and took the head inside, feeling the spongy head squirm around her swirling tongue,

“Show me how you want him,” he whispered, “show me how you want his cock.”

She hummed her delight on his head and felt his hips twitch, and lowered her eyes and began to work his cock, loving the feel of his hard shaft in her mouth as she moved her head down, taking as much of him inside as she could fit, and sucking as she drew back.

“Oh, yeah, you beautiful, married slut, suck my cock,” he encouraged, and his dirty words inspired her, and she began pumping his shaft with her mouth and hand, swirling her fist as she sucked him. “Yeah, that’s it, oh, you suck my cock so good, you love a nice hard cock in your mouth, don’t you, you horny slut?”

She pulled off, rubbing his saliva-slicked head across her lips. “Yeah, baby, I love to suck a nice hard cock.” She licked a drop of pre-cum from the tip, stretching it from his cockhead to her tongue, then taking him back inside her mouth, sucking and bobbing her head.

“Doesn’t your husband take care of you?” he asked teasingly.

She pulled off again. “He takes good care of me,” she said, her face hot with desire, and her pussy leaking into her panties. “But he’s not here now, and you are, and your cock is hard, and I want you to cum in my mouth,” she hissed. She opened her mouth wide, laid her tongue out flat beneath his cock, and watched him watching her as she inserted his cock far into her mouth before closing her lips around it. She pressed down, forcing it into the back of her mouth, until she gagged a little. She began pumping her head enthusiastically, hearing him groan.

“M-mm, yeah, suck my hard cock. I’m going to cum in your married mouth, I’m going to shoot my cum in your slut mouth.” She felt his hips jerk and his cock pulsed, and she fondled his ball sack as she stroked his cock with her mouth, urging his release. Her saliva dripped from her lips, and she sucked, and pumped, and listened to him grunt and moan. When she felt him getting close, she looked up, stroking his cock at her open mouth.

“Cum for me, baby, cum in my mouth so I can tell my husband how good your cum tasted, how I swallowed your hot load of cum.” She kept her eyes on his as his cock swelled, and jerked, and she wrapped her lips around the head. She felt the pulse in her hand as the first spurt of his cum shot into her mouth, coating her tongue with his hot, salty load, and she held it in her mouth, letting his eruption fill her mouth, groaning as his semen emptied into her. She pulled back as he finished, allowing the last drips to coat her lips as she swallowed her mouthful.

She looked up at him, lips glistening with his seed, and smiled. “Happy? Did you like that?” She stood and threw her arms over his shoulders. “More important, do you think HE would like it?”

“No,” he told her, “the most important is that YOU enjoyed it. I love to see you enjoy yourself; it’s always been my greatest turn on, seeing you sexy and horny and hot. It’s my dream, seeing you out of control, unable to help yourself. What man could resist you?” He kissed her then, tasting the remnant of his climax on her lips. His arms caressed her back, sliding down to her butt, pressing his still half-hard cock against her. “When you put the moves on a guy, he doesn’t stand a chance.”

“What about you?” she asked, as his hands caressed her back. “What would you do to seduce a woman?”

“Oh, you want to see my moves?” He faced her, his hand on her arm, lightly grazing her skin with his fingertips.

“Yeah, I want to see your moves baby. I need to know that the women you fuck are impressed with you.” She grinned broadly. “I can’t have them thinking I didn’t train you right!”

He leaned into her, one hand at the small of her back, pulling her hips close to him, and kissed her lightly, the other hand behind her head, stroking her neck and playing in her hair. She returned the kiss, their tongues dancing.

“M-mm, that’s nice,” she said, breaking the kiss, and the hand from her back moved around, sliding up her front to slowly cup her breast through her shirt. “Oh, yeah, she likes that,” she cooed. He kissed her lips again, harder this time, then moved his hands to her shoulders and firmly turned her, so her back faced him, and she craned her neck as his lips found her throat under her ear.

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I get home and you are walking around with a sly grin on your face. We have plans to go out to dinner and you have my clothes laid out and tell me that I need to hurry and get cleaned up. I quickly get a shower and get dressed for us to leave.

On our way to the restaurant you keep rubbing your breasts and making your nipples hard. I keep thinking about how much I want to kiss them as you slide your hand over them. When we get to the restaurant your nipples are standing out and look like they need to be kissed. We walk in and every man in the place it looking at your nipples. The waitress shows us to our table and we sit down across from each other at a small table.

As we sit at the table you continue to rub your breast and drive me crazy with desire. You lean over the table and whisper to me that you are wet and want to play with yourself. I watch as you move your hand into your lap and I see your arm move as you rub yourself. All I can do is sit there and watch you as you rub your clit in the restaurant.

The waitress comes with our drinks and I order for us both as you are sitting there rubbing yourself. When the waitress leaves the table you start rubbing your clit harder. I can see you tensing your body and shaking as you bite your arm to keep quiet. Your orgasm rolls through you like an ocean wave.

Just as you are settling down from your orgasm the waitress brings our dinner. She leans down and whispers in your ear and you both giggle as she walks away. You lean over the table and tell me she has always wished she had the nerve to do what you had done. The waitress comes sarışın porno back to the table often after that and each time you whisper to each other.

We finish our dinner and are heading home and you remove your top and continue to play with your nipples. You have me going crazy with desire and you know what will be waiting when we get home.

By the time we get home you are naked and masturbating again. We pull in and you are close to another orgasm when I stop you and get you out of the car. Leading you in the house nude you keep rubbing your fingers on your clit. You go straight to the bedroom and lie down on the bed still rubbing your clit.

I get in there and I pull your hands away from your pussy and put the restraints on your wrists. Then I restrain your ankles and make sure you are not able to move. I move up over top of you and kiss you passionately. Kissing you softly I kiss your neck and down to your breasts. Kissing your breasts I tenderly kiss your nipples and feel them getting harder. Wrapping my lips around them I gently suck and lightly bite them. Moving on down your stomach I kiss you softly and slide my tongue around your bellybutton. My fingers softly trace the lips of your pussy as I kiss closer to your clit.

You are pulling at the restraints as I kiss around your pussy and softly slide my hands up and down your legs. Softly I kiss up and down the inside of your thighs kissing up to the edge of your pussy. You pull at the restraints trying to get me to kiss your pussy but I refuse to touch it.

As I am kissing your thighs sex hikayeleri I hear someone at the door so I put my robe on and go see who it is. I leave you tied to the bed wanting to be touched. I open the door and it is the waitress we had at the restaurant so I invite her in and ask her if I can help her. She tells me that you invited her to join us and says she was scared at first but decided if you had the courage to masturbate in the restaurant she could get the courage to join us.

I lead her to the bed room and she sees you tied to the bed. I help her undress and then get onto the bed.

She gets between your legs and starts to lean down to kiss your pussy. I stop her and tell her that you are not allowed to be touched yet.

I have her get on top of you and put her pussy in your face. You start sliding your tongue up and down her lips as I have her kiss my erection. She wraps her lips around my erection and slowly slides her mouth down onto it. She is trembling from the excitement as she rubs her clit on your tongue and gently sucks my erection. As she rubs herself harder on your tongue she slides her mouth up and down on my erection faster. She begins to shake causing me to lose control and we erupt in a wonderful orgasm.

Having her lie down beside you I kiss her tenderly then softly kiss down to her breasts. You pull harder at your restraints as you see me kissing down her body. You tell me that you should get to cum but I continue to kiss breasts and gently suck her nipples. Slowly I kiss on down her stomach to her pussy and softly slide şişman porno my tongue up and down her lips. Brushing over her clit I slide my tongue back down pushing between her lips.

I tell her she can play with your nipples as I rub her clit with my tongue. She pulls on your nipples as I wrap my lips around her clit and suck it gently. Turning her head she starts kissing your breast and sucking your nipple. I suck her clit harder and slide my fingers inside her. I slowly move them in and out of her as I suck harder on her clit. She starts shaking and as she bites your nipple and her orgasm moves through her body.

Moving over between your legs I softly kiss around your pussy and you beg me to let you cum. I gently brush my tongue over your clit as she is sucking your nipples. Feeling your clit swell I wrap my lips around it and gently suck it. Sliding my fingers inside you I move them in and out slowly as I suck your clit harder. I see her biting and pulling your nipples with her teeth as I suck hard on your clit. You start shaking and pulling at your restraints as your intense orgasm thunders through your body.

We release you from the restraints and you move between her legs and softly kiss her. Slowly you kiss down to her breasts and wrap your lips around her nipples sucking them gently. You kiss on down to her pussy and slide your tongue up and down it. You brush over her clit with your tongue as I move up behind you. Slowly I push my erection into you from behind as you rub her clit with your tongue. As I push inside you I spank your ass pushing you hard against her clit. Each time I push inside you I spank your ass harder as you suck her clit. We all start to shake and we explode in a magnificent orgasm. We collapse on the bed and kiss each other passionately. Holding each other she says it was the best time she ever had and hopes that she can join us again.

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The loud, shrill sound of the bell rang throughout the dark corridors of the all girls, 18+ school. A heavy sigh came from all the girls as they started to make their way towards their next lessons. All the girls that is, except for the fifteen girls headed towards English, taught by Mr. Smith. These girls stood out from the rest of the school. Whereas the other girls dragged their feet sulkily, and moodily traipsed towards Geography or History, Mr. Smith’s class skipped joyously down the hallway, racing to be the first in class, and get the best seats, right at the front. Their beaming smiles seemed to light up the dingy hallways, and their enthusiasm for class was contagious.

The class flooded through the door, and fought over the seats nearest to the front. The girls giggled excitedly as they took their seats, and settled into a quiet, excited silence as Mr. Smith entered. Just under six foot tall, he was skinny and confident, his mousy brown hair brushed to one side in a comb-over, and his thick rimmed spectacles perched precariously on the end of his nose. He entered the class and dropped his heavy stack of books onto his desk, before turning to his class. One or two of the girls nudged each other, and whispered as their teacher removed his long overcoat, keeping his brown tweed jacket on.

“Right class,” he began, “I will need this week’s assignment in. Hands up if you don’t have it.” He looked around. Everyone had done their homework, he didn’t know why he asked anymore, it was always done, and done very well. Then he noticed one very timid hand being slowly raised at the back of the class. It belonged to the quietest, most timid girl he’d ever taught. Her name was Susannah, and she never caused any problems. Mr. Smith had never had to tell her to be quiet, or ask her to stop masturbating in class like the other girls. She always completed her homework, and kept her knickers on in class. She was a model student, so the fact she hadn’t done her homework surprised him.

“Susannah, I’m going to have to talk to you after class I’m afraid.” She nodded in acknowledgement, and put her hand down; her pretty pale porcelain cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. But at least she would get to spend some time with Mr. Smith after class, all on her own! She had thought he was extremely sexy since the first day of term, and was always wet in his class. She couldn’t help herself, her pussy just started to gush fluids, and she would get hornier in his class than she was at any other time. She would ache to be filled with üvey kız kardeş porno Mr. Smith’s big hard cock all lesson, and sometimes it was too much for her, she had to finger herself there and then. But she wasn’t like the other girls who sat at the front of the class and spread their legs, then their lips in front of the teacher. No, she was more subtle, bringing herself to a fulfilling orgasm at the back of class, silently fingering her pussy, barely able to keep herself quiet.

Mr. Smith was worried about Susannah, how had his star pupil missed her homework? All year she hadn’t missed one, or made a single spelling mistake or grammatical error. He hoped there was nothing wrong, but he’d find out after class.

The lesson went smoothly, with just the normal distractions. He had to tell Lauren twice to put her knickers back on, and stop playing with herself, but nothing out of the ordinary.

The bell went again soon enough, signalling the end of class, and the end of the day. A few of the girls hung around, talking to Mr. Smith, playing with their hair and flirting outrageously. However Mr. Smith was too concerned about Susannah to pay them any attention. Eventually the girls left, and Mr. Smith was able to talk to Susannah on her own.

“Susannah, I’m worried about you. You’ve never missed a homework before. Is there a problem at home?” Susannah just looked sheepishly up at Mr. Smith, and didn’t say a word.

“Well, what do you have to say for yourself? Not doing your homework is extremely naughty, I hope you realise this Susannah.” He said in his strictest, most teachery voice. Susannah nodded at him.

“Yes sir, I realise this. I’m sorry. I don’t know why I didn’t do it. I must have forgotten.” Mr. Smith’s face grew stony.

“Forgotten?” he asked, “Forgotten?! How could you forget your homework! I was hoping it was something else. I’m very disappointed in you Susannah.” Susannah looked down at her feet.

“Sorry sir.” She said. Mr. Smith suddenly grabbed her hair, and dragged her up from her desk, and across the room to his desk, shouting angrily at her.

“Sorry? You fucking will be!” he bent her over his desk, exposing her plump, peachy arse. He lifted her skirt and yanked her knickers down roughly. She could feel a cold breeze around her bare, naked bottom, the chill sending shivers of anticipation up along her spine. She was left lying on the desk, feeling exposed for a few minutes before she felt her teacher come up behind her xnxx porno again. He grabbed her hair tightly in his clenched fist, and pulled her head back, making her arch her back and stick her bum out. He leaned in close, till she could feel his warm breath on the side of her head, just behind her ear, making her squirm.

“You’ve been very naughty Susannah. And you must be punished.” He whispered menacingly into her ear. “You must do as you’re told!” as he shouted the last word, she felt a sharp sting on her backside, making her gasp in a delightful mix of pain and pleasure. She couldn’t move her head around to see what she was being struck with as Mr. Smith still had a tight hold of her hair, but she could feel her arse getting hotter and hotter as she was spanked repeatedly. She gasped louder and louder as he hit her harder and harder. She could feel the bare flesh of her cheeks getting red. Then it stopped, just as suddenly as it started. She heard a zip undoing, and felt a hand stroke her wet pussy and sore arse cheeks. She shuddered involuntarily, her pussy getting wetter as she grew more excited. She could feel her stiff nipples rubbing on her shirt as she was pulled to her knees.

Mr. Smith had pulled his trousers down, and released his huge, throbbing cock. He was desperate to feel Susannah’s plump, delicious lips wrapped around his shaft, her warm wet tongue slowly licking him up and down. He pulled her to the floor, and ripped open her top, exposing her voluptuous breasts to the world. Roughly, he tweaked her nipples as he guided his throbbing cock into her open mouth. She sucked on him hungrily, tasting his salty pre-cum on her tongue, licking around his head as he grabbed her hair and fucked her head. She pulled him out of her mouth, and licked up and down his shaft, then started sucking his balls as she wanked him with her soft hands. He moaned loudly as she gave him the best blow-job of his life. Her mouth was soft and wet and warm on his rock hard cock. She looked innocently up at him as his cock went in and out of her mouth, while he tweaked her hard nipples.

Mr. Smith managed to pull his cock out, and drag Susannah roughly to her feet. He turned her around and bent her back over his desk, and spread her legs and her lips. She gasped as he entered her, her tight, wet pussy barely managing to take him at all. It was almost painful as he forced his cock into her, but she loved it. She couldn’t stop herself from crying out loudly, ecstatically. Mr. Smith reached around and cupped zenci porno her right tit as she played with her clit. He tweaked her nipples whilst she played with his balls whenever they came into contact with her masturbating fingers. Her head was going blank with orgasmic pleasure, she couldn’t think, could barely breathe. All she could think of was Mr. Smith’s giant cock in her tight, wet fuck hole, and his strong firm grip around her throat. He was fucking her as hard as he could now, ramming his solid dick as deep inside her as he could, as fast as he could, as hard as he could.

He kept hold of her throat, and leant over her, to whisper in her ear. “Ready for your punishment?” she looked at him confusedly as he withdrew his cock, much to her disappointment.

She heard him spit on his hand, and felt something warm and wet at her virgin arsehole. She gasped, she’d never had anything in there before! How would it feel? Mr. Smith grabbed a handful of her hair, and she could feel his cock nuzzling at her tightest hole. He started to push it in, meeting firm resistance at first, but after a few pushes she relaxed and he was able to get the head of his cock in. She gasped loudly in shock — it felt even bigger in there! She didn’t realise his cock could feel any bigger or even more satisfying, but it did. She reached a hand under her body and played with her pussy as Mr. Smith fucked her tight, virgin arsehole. At first he moved in and out slowly, giving her a massive head rush every time he thrust home, but as she grew more and more relaxed he was able to fuck her harder, soon he was able to thrust his cock into her with ease, like a sex knife through her butter. At first she was apprehensive — a cock wasn’t supposed to go in her arse, was it? But now she knew the answer was yes, a definite yes. She was screaming with unbridled, orgasmic ecstasy. Her head was swimming and she couldn’t see. Her fingers were knuckle deep inside her pussy as Mr. Smith was balls deep in her arsehole. She screamed as she came all over her fingers and his cock.

He thrust into her twitching, tightening arse a couple more times, then pulled out of her, and forced her back to her knees again. He wanked himself as she sucked at his balls, till he came, shooting great big jets of his boiling hot cum over her face, covering her in his sticky mess. She smiled as he shot her, and started licking it off her face, and off his cock.

They both stayed still for a few minutes, panting heavily after there exertions. Susannah stood up, her face red and flushed with her subsiding orgasm, and all the effort she used earning it. Mr. Smith smiled at her.

“Now, Susannah, I hope you’ve learnt your lesson. Will you please bring me your homework tomorrow?” Susannah nodded an obedient ‘yes’, but the wicked gleam in her eyes said ‘no’.

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