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This is the second part of “Temper Falls,” a slow-burn series leading up to the sexual exploration of two consenting adults.

September attended her monthly family dinner. Her siblings informed her that their mom had a new man in her life. September met her mother’s new partner, Desmond, and his daughter, Samirah. There was something about Samirah that intrigued September, but she couldn’t understand what it was.

September sat at her desk but couldn’t seem to concentrate on her work. She couldn’t make sense of the fact that Samirah was invading her thoughts like this. September had never been with a woman, nor had she ever thought about being with one. Her sister, Sapphire, was pansexual, meaning no one was off-limits to her. But September had been completely straight her whole life.

Lately, it seemed that September didn’t even have time for men. Her whole life was consumed with work and career advancement. She had spent eight years in college to become a lawyer. She had taken all the grunt work to climb the ladder of success. She had accomplished a lot, but at the end of the day, she knew she was lonely.

September closed her eyes and envisioned Samirah.

It wasn’t just that she was beautiful; it was as if she was sexual energy itself. September could imagine what it would be like to spend just one night with her. She had no idea how to please another woman, but she wanted to figure that all out with Samirah.

September picked up her phone bayburt escort and tried to will Samirah to call her, but no such luck. It was now Monday, and she had met Samirah on Friday and hadn’t received as much as a text. She contemplated sending her a text but had no clue what to text her, so instead of sending anything, she tried to make herself as busy as she could at work.

Just as September had gotten into a good groove, there was a knock at the door. It was her sister, Sapphire.

September jumped up from her desk and ran to hug her sister. She playfully swatted her on the ass.

Sapphire pushed her away. “Girl, you’re pretty and all that, but blood relations are a hard pass for me.”

September just laughed at her sister. “What are you doing here, Phire?”

“I wanted to know if you were free for lunch. It’s my treat.”

“Girl, you know I’m never going to turn down a free meal.”

With that, the two sisters headed out to have lunch, which turned into an early dinner.

Sapphire kicked her sister under the table.

“Girl, are you waiting on a call or something? You’ve been checking that phone all afternoon.”

September looked up from her phone.

“I’m sorry, no, not really, just…”

Her voice trailed off, and she never finished her sentence, because in walked Samirah. She had this smile that, for some reason beyond September’s control, made her feel as if she had been drinking.

Samirah bilecik escort walked up to the table and hugged Sapphire.

“Sorry I took so long, girl. Work ran longer than expected, but thank you for inviting me out.”

Sapphire waved her hand in the air. “You’re here now, lady.”

Samirah looked at September and winked at her. Then she placed her hand on top of September’s and gave it a squeeze. “Hey, Temper, I meant to call you this weekend, but I’m so glad to see you again.”

I tried to play it cool and flipped my hand on top of hers, patting it, hoping that she couldn’t feel how sweaty it was.

“No worries.”

(For ease of knowing whether it’s Samirah’s or September’s thoughts, Samirah’s thoughts I will put the thinkers name in parenthesis.)

She’s so beautiful when she’s nervous. (Samirah)

“So, let me buy you ladies the next round of drinks. It’s the least I could do for making you wait so long.”

“Well, if you’re buying, I’m drinking! We’ll take three lemon drops, please. Heavy on the drop and light on the lemon, baby.”

Samirah threw her head back and laughed. I caught myself staring again. I decided to get up and excuse myself to the bathroom. (September)

“Excuse me, ladies, I need to go to the bathroom before we start drinking anything else.”

I stood up, and Samirah immediately stood up with me and grabbed my arm, interlocking elbows with me. I thought I would bingöl escort faint from her touching me yet again, but I still tried to play it cool and make a joke.

“Sapphire, let me show my beautiful date to the bathroom.”

Samirah and I walked to the bathroom, and as soon as we walked through the door, Samirah brushed past me. As she did so, her arm slowly grazed past my nipple, and it immediately hardened. I had to catch myself before I moaned, and I scurried to the bathroom.

Samirah smiled to herself. She knew what she was doing to September. She knew from the moment she laid eyes on her that she would taste her. That she would send her body into throws of passion like she had never experienced before. She could also sense that September had never experienced a woman. There was just something about her, and she just had to have her. She wanted to call her the moment September had placed her number in her phone. She didn’t want to scare her away with her eagerness, so she was trying to play it cool. Suddenly, she looked down at her thong underwear.

Damn, why am I so wet? This girl has no idea the things I want to do to her. I’m just going to have some more fun teasing her tonight. (Samirah)

As Samirah opened the door, September was standing there with her head cocked to the side, a cocky smile on her lips. She walked up to Samirah and got close enough to her that their lips almost touched.

She brought her lips to her ear and whispered, “I hope you’re enjoying toying with me, but you’re not the only one who knows how to play games.”

September walked out of the bathroom and, without even turning around, said, “I like to play the long game too.”

Samirah could only smile to herself as she watched September walk away.

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Trina woke from her light drowse when Eric came to bed, but didn’t stir. The gentle sway of the mattress when he sank down onto it did little more than jostle her. Almost absently, he touched her in the small of her back, over her nightgown, and trailed his fingers down past her hip, beyond the hem mid-thigh, and behind her bare knee. It tickled, but she didn’t want to make love, didn’t really want him on top of her or inside her. She loved Eric dearly, but it was a mood thing, sometimes, when she just wanted to sleep.

“Honey?” Eric’s whisper was low, barely voiced, but she could hear the husky undercurrent of his need. She mumbled something purposely incoherent, and shook her leg in mock irritation, as if at the touch of a fly. She felt his hand pause, then withdraw, and the bed shook again as he turned away, lying on his back, she was certain. She glanced at the clock-radio by her bed, and made out through barely opened eyes that it was twenty minutes of three. It was Friday evening, Saturday morning really, but she wanted to get up early to jog, by herself of course, as she had for the past two years. Maybe in the morning after her run she would strip out of her sweatsuit, sliding naked into bed, and wake his cock first with her fingers, then her tongue and lips, fucking him awake to both their orgasms. Then we can shower, and fuck there, too. Just not tonight.

Their marriage was a good, solid one. In her early thirties now, Trina still had most of the energy and vigor she had ten years earlier, and, she admitted almost guiltily, she still looked good naked. A trim blonde at the altar, with shoulder length tresses and an athletic build, she had stayed in shape almost religiously, gaining maybe ten pounds, which, evenly distributed around her body, a gift of heredity, made her look slightly more solid, but not what anyone would call fat, or even “pleasingly plump.”

Eric was also fit, athletic. They had met jogging, which he no longer did, and he had put on a little more weight than she, but carried it equally as well. His black hair and thick moustache, and what she called his black forest, the mat of kinky black hair spanning his chest from his neckline down his belly, to his luxuriant jet pubic hair, thinning just past his crotch to little more than fuzz, had always attracted her. His stomach had started to thicken after he hit his thirties, and he was five years older than her. Still, he looks gorgeous naked, and will for a while I’m sure, she thought.

She remembered wistfully the two years after their wedding, waiting eagerly for him to come home, when she would pretend to be asleep then, too. Instead of staying still, she would whip off the blankets, greeting him as naked as he soon was. His thick, sturdy cock fit perfectly as she let it creep inside her moist cunt, slick and slippery with her juices. Sometimes he’d start, or finish, fucking the valley between her tits, as she held them tight against his member, playing with her nipples.

Her heart skipped a beat as she played one of their many lovemaking sessions through, recalling how she straddled him, facing his feet, and leaned back until she was lying on him, and his hands roamed over her naked torso, rubbing her clit and tits, strumming her nipples, while he fucked her from underneath, really from behind. She’d cum twice while he was inside her, she remembered with a longing she hadn’t felt moments earlier.

Trina thought it was a snore at first, a soft whisper of air behind her back, from the direction her husband laid. The covers were bunched between them; not a big surprise, since Eric liked to lie under just a sheet, or nothing. He’s asleep, then. She was almost excited enough by the memory of fucking him to turn over and go down on him, suck him to the point a droplet of sweet precum would dance onto her tongue, then hop on top, popping his dick inside her and rocking her way to an orgasm.

Still, he was asleep now, and there was little enough reason to wake him, now that he was. Disappointed and horny now, she resigned herself to falling asleep unfulfilled.

She heard it again. Not a breath. What?

Lying completely still, holding her breath, she heard something soft, moving with deliberate slowness against something else, almost stealthily. As she keened her ears at the source of the noise, it stopped suddenly, at the same moment she realized the source. It’s Eric! What the hell?

She realized that it was her stillness that had stopped whatever he was doing, so she stretched dreamily, a little arch of her back, and coughed before nestling her head into the pillow. She forced herself to start breathing, relaxing and listening for the sound to resume.

After a couple of minutes, she heard it again, that soft movement. It started, then slowed to a crawl, and resumed again. The sound was almost like someone pacing and gliding on socks on a shag carpet, back and forth, back and forth… The soft, bitlis escort furry noise continued, starting to lull her to sleep again, moving constantly, the pace picking up slightly, a gentle rasping of something, moving up and down, rubbing…

She almost stopped breathing again, and forced herself to continue, sipping air through her parted lips. Up and down? Rubbing? Her senses strained to learn more. She could hear Eric’s breath now, also steady and low, a swallow as he kept mostly still, almost nothing moving in the darkness of their room. What little light came through the window seemed to deepen the shadows, so even if she could have turned over without alarming him, she would have seen nothing.

Still Eric took little, silent breaths in rhythm to the soft noise. Concentrating, she could feel movement, barely tangible, but also in time to his breath and the motion, which had to be his fingers, moving back and forth, up and down, rubbing himself.

Shit! He’s jacking off right next to me! Trina was outraged at first, but only for a moment. She had turned him down emphatically, even if he didn’t know her emphasis had been conscious. He’d probably come to bed naked, ready to wake her and fuck for a couple of hours, or at least a few blissful minutes. When she didn’t welcome him warmly with open legs, he had to do something, obviously. She could sympathize, since now she was in the same boat. I can’t exactly turn over and interrupt him, let him know I wasn’t really sleeping. Can I?

Her repositioning minutes earlier had moved her from her usual curling up on her right side to lying slightly on her back, and her left leg was almost straight. Her nightgown had slid up slightly, so that the hem lay just below her crotch. She felt the warmth of her own pussy, and a sympathetic moistness as her body began to respond, almost unwillingly, to the solo act inches away from her.

Trina had seldom masturbated, even as she knew boys did. As a high school senior, days after her eighteenth birthday, she had walked in on her brother, a year older than her, in the bathroom, standing and admiring his trim, naked body as his stiff, engorged cock humped his soapy fist. The shock of seeing him had kept her watching for a minute or more, unable to turn away from the sight. It wasn’t long before he came, ropy strands of cum jetting into the sink, and impossibly far onto the faucet. His moan had been long and drawn out, and he closed his eyes, still jacking his hard-on, milking the semen from it.

She must have gasped, or inhaled, or something; she couldn’t remember what she was doing, only the spectacle before her. Only then did he notice her, and covered himself hastily with a small towel, which had hidden the cock, but not the nearly vertical direction of its salute. “Damn it, Tree!” She’d mumbled a quick apology, almost a whisper, and withdrawn quickly, but the vision had stuck with her, and her panties had been wet with shame and desire.

They’d never spoken of it since—Thank God!—but a couple of afternoons later that same week, filled with visions of her brother’s orgasm, Trina had rushed home instead of staying for study hall, to find the bathroom thankfully vacant. Heart hammering in her chest, smothering in her throat the lusty panting that sounded so loud to her ears, she’d stripped out of her clothes, leaving them on the tile floor, and stood naked in front of the same mirror, except for her pink ankle socks.

Carefully locking the door, Trina had explored every inch of her body, gazing at her image in the mirror, blushing with desire and shame, almost wishing her brother could have seen…no, she had thought. That would be so…wrong. And hot.

Finished with the preliminaries, and very excited, she had rubbed her pussy to a slow burn, then a full orgasm, enjoying the sight of her then-virginal body, breasts still perky, her firm stomach, and the golden hair framing her vaginal lips. The sight of herself naked drove her to deep feelings of want and need, and she satisfied it as best she could without a cock in between her legs, taking advantage of the stamina of her youth.

It had been late afternoon, just before dinner, and she’d had to mask her orgasm with a loud cough, then another, hoping no-one knew what she’d been doing, then carefully washing her hands three times to take the scent off her hands. The first joints of the two fingers she had daringly put inside her, before humping them to orgasm, still smelled of her pussy an hour later, and she wanted more. Her encore performance had been that night in her bedroom, after excusing herself early and heading upstairs, feigning a need for extra sleep. Three orgasms later, she’d fallen asleep sitting up, legs crossed Indian style, naked, her fingers covering and stroking her golden bush.

Two nights later, on a starry Saturday night, she’d let Eric take her virginity. Hell, I practically bolu escort ordered him to take it, she thought, smiling in the dark. He had been her first, and so far her only, lover. Eric had been thorough enough, and satisfying enough, that she had never needed another’s touch, or her own, to handle her needs.

And now he was filling his own needs, at his own hands, and she could feel the building tempo of his hands, massaging his hard-on. It made her wetter, and her left hand crept (she would swear of its own volition) down her hip and between her legs, her fingertips coming to rest on the golden blonde thatch and the waiting gates behind it. The warmth of her pussy felt comfortable, soothing, and she started absently rubbing, moving just the pads of her fingertips, telling herself she was just doing it to get comfortable, not because she was horny.

Eric’s breathing was deeper, and she fought down another impulse to start in on her pussy in earnest. Let him have his own alone time, she told herself playfully. Her earlier discomfort, and, yes, embarrassment, had faded almost completely, and she let her imagination run wild. He seems so…eager not to wake me. She heard the unmistakable sound of his exhalation, mouth open, but nearly silent, and Trina knew that if she hadn’t been there at all, he would have moaned in pleasure.

Through the mattress, along the whole length of her body, Trina felt him start to speed up again, and another open-mouthed breath told her all she needed to know. At the same time, she noticed with some chagrin that her nightgown had worked its way up to her hips, and the first joint of her middle finger had worked its own way into the comforting warmth between her legs.

Her index finger joined the play, and she felt her fingers rubbing slickly within her. Spreading her fingers slightly, she pulled them up her slit, coating her clit with her juices, almost gasping herself at the sensation, but this was Eric’s alone time, and she was going to enjoy it without letting him realize she was awake.

She still couldn’t see him, and didn’t dare turn over for fear of interrupting him, and she discovered she really didn’t want him to stop, not for her or anything, until he came. It was hard for her not to start panting with desire as she imagined his act of self-lust. Probably just as hard for him not to make any noise. Is he being sweet, or private?, she wondered.

Eric had teased her that she talked in her sleep. Remembering that, and to lull him into the continued belief that she slumbered, she mumbled a couple of syllables, then realized with a start that she’d said, “in me.” She had wanted two random words so he would believe the lie of her sleep, hadn’t meant to say those two words. I don’t want him to stop, dammit!

Trina realized that just listening to him jacking off had her hotter than she’d been in a long, long time, and she didn’t want it to end just yet, if ever. My love, keep working on it, stroke that cock, make it cum without me. She had never watched Eric, or anyone since her brother, jacking off, her own inclination toward embarrassment and shame getting in the way of any pleasure she might have taken in seeing a man take care of himself in that way.

He didn’t slow down, much less stop. She felt him jacking harder, almost certainly at the two ill-considered words she’d intended to put his mind at ease. Instead, it seemed she had spurred him to further and harder exertions. Behind the small of her back, his rhythm intensified, as his hips raised off the bed, humping the air and his hand. His whispered, “Oh God, Trina!” was barely audible, but it set off a quiver deep in her gut, almost like a vibrating wire extending forward from her spine, to her clit, which she still rubbed absently, clenching her teeth against her own moans.

She could hear him so clearly now, she knew she would have awakened to him if she had really been sleeping. Even so, she tried to keep the fiction going. The soft, quiet rubbing was gone, and she could imagine him with his knees and ass off the bed, heard the soft fap fap fap as he came close to orgasm. This can’t be his first time, she realized, not his first time doing this in our bed, with me sleeping beside him… I must sleep like a fucking rock if he’s ever done this in here before. That excited her even more, thinking about him quietly pleasuring himself—Ha! “Pleasuring himself!” Jacking off, and shooting his wad onto himself, and the covers. She wanted him to cum, lose control and cum all over himself and her, and knew he would very soon.

With a strangled moan, almost deafening in the quiet of their room, he stopped humping the air, but she could feel him still stroking furiously away. She fancied she could hear the hot cum jetting from his erect cock. His panting turned to shudders, and she felt his back arch as he lowered himself to the bed, still pumping cum from his rod. “A-a-a-aaaaah,” burdur escort he moaned faintly, and the bed shifted once more as he lowered himself down onto the mattress, as gingerly as he could, she was sure.

Trina’s middle finger had worked its way into the moist warmth between her legs, and again she restrained herself from furiously finger-fucking herself. Be patient. Let him sleep. He’d had his alone time, and now she wanted her own. He would sleep for an hour or two. Maybe he’ll wake up and jack off again. Maybe I’ll just turn over and watch. Next time, she promised fervently.

After a few minutes, Eric’s breathing at last became the measured, slow rise and fall of sleep. Trina moved the joint of her middle finger out of her cunt, which had moved beyond moistness to dripping wetness. Trailing the digit lazily up to her stomach, she froze as it brushed along her swollen clit and along her lips. She felt an impulse, nearly irresistible, to throw off the covers and drive all four of her fingers, quick and hard, into her tender pussy, relieving the pressure inside her belly, moaning with her own orgasm and waking him, but she resisted.

Still as water, she moved only that finger, just the tip, careful not to move her wrist, let alone her elbow, and rubbed lightly, tracing an oval over the warm nub of flesh, and sending delightful waves of sensation through her groin, spreading like lava across her thighs and up her torso to her breasts, which she now desperately wanted to cup and stroke.

She lay there for several minutes more, teasing her pussy even as she waited for Eric to reach deeper slumber. Trina’s horniness rose to full-blown lust, and she wanted more than anything to creep away to another room, by herself. Her husband had seemed to really enjoy getting himself off, and she believed she understood the attraction of jacking off next to her. The secret (he thought!) act of masturbating, knowing he could have her most nights, but reveling in his own touch, drove her wild.

Trina wanted to wriggle in pleasure, but didn’t dare wake him just now. I want myself! Damn, but I want to do me! She stifled a giggle, and levered her right leg, slowly, so slowly, onto the floor, and drew it across the carpet, aware of the soft hiss of her bare foot upon it. When it was far enough that she could sit up on it, she slid her left leg out from under the covers to join its mate on the floor. Casting the covers slowly away, to the center of the bed, she brought herself up to a sitting position in what seemed minutes, but she knew was only seconds.

Throughout, she kept her movements even and gradual, listening for any change in Eric’s slumber. He didn’t so much as twitch, and she stole a glance at him. He was naked, and still on top of the covers, that much she could see even in the dimness of the room. His hand nestled protectively around his sleeping cock, she imagined she could see the pool of cum on his stomach. She knew it would be awhile before he awoke, but she was very tempted to lean over and suck his cock back to life, lap up the cooling cum, and wake him to fuck, but now she was adamant about her own alone time.

Standing in one smooth motion, Trina felt the nightgown slide down, the gossamer fabric sticky with static, refusing to slide past her bare ass. Motionless, she listened to his breathing, which continued its steady, deep rhythm. She glanced at the clock. Quarter past four, she noted with some surprise, only now understanding how long she had been awake and wanting since Eric had started.

Keeping him in the corner of her eye, she crept to the door, which thankfully was ajar, and she was careful to lift her feet above the shag carpet, but not to tiptoe. Slow, steady steps, and she was at the door, reaching for the wood above the latch, knowing the sound of the knob turning or rattling might wake Eric.

It took her nearly a minute to open the door enough to slip through, listening for any squeak of the hinges or wooden groan. She was thankful he’d oiled the hinges a couple of weekends ago, and pictured Eric oiling the hinges. Suddenly, he was naked, and oiling his hard, quivering cock instead. I’m so fucking horny. She needed some release, and quickly, so she pulled the door almost shut, not wanting the ‘click’ of the latch to disturb Eric in the slightest, and hurried down the hall.

The nightlight in the hall cast a green glow on the polished dark wood. Trina could almost imagine herself alone in a cabin in the woods, no-one for miles around to hear her moans. There will be moans!, she exulted as she made her way into the living room.

Peeling out of her nightgown and standing naked in the living room, she noticed a wet spot at the back of it, and the scent of semen. She stopped in the middle of the floor, and tasted the thick fluid with the tip of her tongue, before bathing the spot with her whole mouth, cleaning Eric’s mess off her nighty, thoroughly. It’s delicious!, she thought dreamily, her tongue reveling in the taste and the slickness of his load in among the cottony softness of her nightgown. It was delicious, and she wanted to drop to the floor right there and jill herself until morning, the cum-spot in her mouth.

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He sat in a chair across from the end of the bed that I laid in naked and exposed for him, my fingers twisting and pumping inside of my sex. His eyes were locked on my naked flesh, as his fingers steeple together elbows resting on the plush arm rests of his chair. The experience of being so exposed to him made me shiver with arousal as he just stared between my wide splayed legs; admiring me like I was something to devour. The slick sound of my cunt sucking on my fingers echoed as I continued to furiously pump in and out. My chest was rising and falling with fast shallow breaths as I looked into those deep azure eyes of his. “Take your fingers out please.”

His voice was so calm and gentle that I couldn’t help myself but comply with the simple request he asked of me. Pulling them free from the sucking tightness, I squirmed as I felt drips of honey leak from my hole down my perineum and against the pucker of my virgin asshole. “Now, I want you to pull on your nipples, until they’re rock hard. Gather them between your thumb and forefinger my precious little slut, and just tug ever so slowly – really drawl it out. I want you to feel it.” His commands were so detailed and lewd but they were always said with a simple tone, nothing about the sound would come out as sexual or demanding and it was as if he was just having a normal conversation about the weather.

Slowly my hands rose up my body, fingers skimming along the sensitive layer of my skin coaxing it to ripple with goose bumps, before finally they reached my breasts. My palms cupped them sliding up the sides and my thumb perched at the top near the crevice of my armpit. My fingers fanned out as they slid upwards, the tips brushing over my nipples back and forth causing them to get hard. Slowly my thumbs and forefingers came together, capturing my nipples prisoner between their grip and I slowly rolled them side to side, pulling gently at first and increasing the pressure and pull over time. I whimpered as I looked over at him, my brow raised eyebrows furrowing together as my eyes stayed locked on his and I pressed my teeth against my bottom lip pulling tightly, “Oh….they…they’re so sensitive!!!” The pain that began to emanate from my breasts was becoming too extreme for me, and I looked down at him, cheeks bright red and burning, “please let me stop it hurts….”

When I gave my request to him he smirked and chuckled lowly the sound like a rumble of thunder as those gorgeous eyes glittered mischievously. The brilliant perfect smile had turned up in the corner with that smirk that screamed he had more up his sleeve, or that he was amused at my lack of pain control but either way he showed nothing else in his reaction as he leaned back in his chair, his fingers moving to lace together. “Do you see my jeaned legs Slut?” Struggling I turned my head down to take a look at his long perfect legs covered in the deep stormy blue colored fabric, my breasts in my hands still being fondled with a gentle pressure and I nodded quickly, “y..yes.” The word came out breathless and bursa escort he nodded satisfied. “I want your nipples raking my legs, moving up slowly until your breasts are wrapped around my cock, so that while I thrust in between the grip you create by pushing them together, I can reach down and pull on those perfect nubs.”

I groaned at the thought, the visual in my head was heavenly and my thighs closed and rubbed together trying to get enough pressure to pull pleasure into my loins. “Open your legs. Now.” The tone of that now was demanding, insistent almost warning like and immediately they spread for him. Even my body knew better than to defy him in anyway, as if it was fearful of the punishments that he was capable of giving. “I want you to know that from here on out, when you are in my bed, your body is no longer yours. You are mine, your body is mine and I own you mind, body and soul. Now open your cunt for me with two fingers, that’ll make your clit swell up. Tell me, who’s clit is it?” I listened to him speak those words, claiming me as his own as I laid upon his bed exposed for him so lewdly. I laid there not just because he had desire for me and because I loved him, but because he and I both knew I’d do whatever he asked of me.

Pulling my left hand off my breast I shakily lowered it, hand wobbling as I slid it over my smooth bald cunt spreading it wide with two fingers. I held the plump lips open, the air swirling around it, making my hips squirm even more as the air turned ice cold on the heated wetness. Swallowing harshly I could feel the way my breath caught for a moment before I spoke to him, eyes shutting as I admitted his claim, “this clit is yours….no longer mine….” I could feel my pulse pick up as I hoped that my words pleased him and soon enough I was rewarded with a low humming purr from his chest and those two glorious words that made me melt every time: “Good girl, now rub it please.” I beamed inside as if someone had just turned a light on inside of me and I squirmed my hips as my finger caressed the sensitive throbbing pearl of my clit, soft whimpers escaping my lips as it felt like a fire was being ignited on my skin. I panted heavily, cheeks puffing with heavy paced exhales and the reactions I was giving caused him to let out a chaste laugh.

“That makes me so wet Daddy…” I admitted this to him, cheeks tingling from the heavy amounts of blood that continued to pool underneath my ivory skin and he raised an eyebrow cocking his head to the side, crimson strands swaying with the movement. “What? Knowing you’re mine? My little girl?” He smiled amused at me and I shook my head, hips rocking steadily as I began pressing my finger and clit closer together, “no Daddy, when you call me a good girl, it makes me so drippy…see?!” I pointed with a third finger to my hole honey leaking from it even more than before, a combination of the cool air, his voice and everything about him wrapped up with the bow of ‘good girl’ being the cause. It was then he sat forward, resting çanakkale escort his chin on his hands as his gaze locked onto my dripping slit. “Pinch it between rubbing, and I want you to rub your ass with a finger too. Rim my hole my darling slut, don’t talk, just do it.” It turned me on so much when he spoke to me this way, and my cunt pulsated inside as he spoke.

With every command he gave to me I complied and I bit my lip so hard I swore I was only a tiny bit of pressure away from making it bleed. I shifted my fingers holding myself open with my pinky and thumb, my forefinger and middle finger grasping my clit pinching it, rolling it with an awkward yet amazing pressure. My right hand finally left my breast coming down my body and hooking under my thigh as I spread my ass open for him letting him see both of my holes completely exposed. The amount of juice that had dripped over my tight pucker was soon smeared against it as I rimmed the hole with the tip of my middle finger. Every now and then I’d press just gently feeling the muscle give way, wanting to take my finger inside but I didn’t do it until I was told to. I knew better than to give my body pleasure that was not granted to me first. I twisted my torso a bit to the side so I could watch him more intensely and listen to the sound of his breath.

I knew he was trying to remain in control but the way his chest rose with every breath, so heavy and slow from his arousal was unmistakable. He scooted the chair closer to the bed, leaning in, his face just half a foot away from my cunt. Looking up at me between my parted thighs, he smirked, “slide a finger in your pussy and another in your ass little girl, swirl your fingers and tell me you’re mine before pushing another finger inside of you.” I trembled looking at him, eyes wide with a mixture of arousal and nerves. “Daddy I’ve never been able to fit two fingers in my ass before.” I swallowed hard at the thought of disappointing him and he just offered a gentle smile shaking his head, “just try baby, if you can’t then you cant, its ok.” He was comforting me and I melted at the gentle tone and reassurance he gave as if it was the best gift I could ever ask for. Slowly I let my pinky stop holding open my lips as I dipped it and my ring finger inside of me, my palm was spreading my lips as my thumb rested on my pubic bone and the fingers of my other hand slowly pushed against me.

Taking the one finger already rubbing my hole I pushed it in, gasping at how hot I felt inside. It was almost searing as I pumped my finger back and forth my index finger rubbing alongside it as I tried and tried to push it in too – but I couldn’t. I was just too tight there; and I sniffled as disappointment in myself was rising in my chest. He shook his head slightly smiling a bit as he continued to watch me fuck myself, “shame I wont be able to fuck your ass with it being this tight.” His tone was not upset but amused and almost as if he was accepting an unspoken challenge that he gave to himself, or maybe çankırı escort one that my body gave to him. I released my lip, swiping my tongue over it as I continued fucking myself, sliding my fingers in and out of my needy holes my thighs trembling for him, “it’s my only virgin hole left to.” The realization caused me to grin at him as I began planning in my head how I would be able to stretch myself for him so that I could present the newly fuckable hole.

As I swirled into my thoughts diving deeper with ideas, I was ripped back out with his words. “No. When you are with me, no one else matters. Nothing else matters, so every hole is virgin. Even you are virgin so start fucking your holes for me, give your body to me my good little girl. I want you to squirm until you cant do anything else but cum helplessly for me. I will allow you to cum my precious slut, on these two very important conditions: first you must say my name when you cum and second you must take every drop, leave NOTHING behind.” As he gave me permission the rumble in my body churned up, my fingers speared into me even faster and it was as if suddenly everything that was holding me together was falling apart.

The sensation started in my cunt, the walls clutching at my fingers sucking them in deeper as my clit throbbed between the ones that held and rolled it to a pleasurable and sensitive pulsing rhythm as my stomach knotted so intensely I thought it would begin to ache. My toes curled up as my legs pulled back wider while my anal passage clung to my fingers in a grip that was so tight I wasn’t sure I would be able to pull my fingers free. My breaths were no longer quick pants but low heavy full breaths, expanding my diaphragm completely before the exhale made my chest feel like it was being locked shut. My every muscle tensed as my head tossed back, face contorted into a snarl of pleasure as my scream burst from my body like a gunshot. “Daddy oh god Daddy, I’m cumming for you Daddy, I feel like I’m going to explode!!!”

My fingers buried deeper in my pussy as I let go of my clit, switching to my middle finger and I thrust my palm against my sex, letting the mass of it slam into my palm as I twisted and swirled the finger inside. I curled it upwards rubbing along my rippled g-spot just an inch or so inside of my entrance and I began pumping into myself with a furious pace. My back arched upwards as a rush of pleasure surged through my body so powerful that I could only compare it to what heroin might feel like hitting the brain and suddenly a gush of fluids rushed from my body. I screamed as I began squiring onto the comforter under my body.

My eyes shut tightly and I just continued the long high octave scream as my body seized, twitching like mad on the bed. Just as fast as the orgasm hit me it began to slow down, and finally I was able to take a sudden lung burning gasp of air. Slow repeated breaths were being coaxed from me as I opened my eyes only to see nothing but blurry everything, barely able to make out anything but the shape of him sitting in that chair leaned back, finger tips pressed together once more, and I could feel my consciousness slipping away slowly, “Daddy…..I love you” it was all I could mumble before blackness took my mind and I dropped to the bed, a puddle for Daddy. My perfect dominant, lover and everything.

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Hey Folks,

Welcome to yet another one of my *gay* fairy tales! I felt I needed a little preamble here because this one is…different. One of my characters is intersex, so if that’s not your thing, please check out one of my other stories. It’s a slower burn, lots of fluff, and there are also some non-human aspects as we’re talking about wolves. Because of this, I struggled with where to submit, but since it is ultimately about two women falling in love, here we are. As always, I love your feedback so please feel free to leave it at the end or email me from my profile. It makes me a better writer to hear what you liked and where I messed up, so please reach out. Happy smutting!

xo

Kate

_ _

The chill air sucked into my lungs, burning cold and freezing my nose. I could smell the snow in the air as I ran through the gloomy forest. My feet pounded on the packed earth and leaves crunched. My heart pounded in my ears as my body forced itself forward. I wasn’t trying to be quiet, I was trying to be fast.

Suddenly, a howl right behind me caused my hair to stand on end. The monster chasing me was too close. I picked up the pace, sprinting as fast as my legs would go. I heard crunching and pounding of feet, four legs coming in fast. Dodging around a tree, I could see the lodge up ahead. Safety, warmth, and my family propelled me faster through the last trees. I was almost there. Almost home.

A growl sounded just over my shoulder. Too close. I hadn’t made it. The porch was still eighty yards away.

Before I could escape, a massive, black shape dove out of the forest behind me, tackling me to the ground in a heap of fur and teeth. My head rocked against the cold earth and my breath was knocked out of my lungs. A triumphant howl split the air as giant teeth flashed above me. Then the beast looked down, its golden eyes boring into my own with heart-stopping intensity.

Then the wolf smirked.

Alright, you win, punk. Congratulations, I said through our mind link, using my strong paws to throw him off of me. He slipped sideways snorting and wagging his tail like a pup. I stood and shook out my fur as he shifted in front of me.

“I finally caught you! I caught you!” He ran around the clearing, stark naked and yelling, drawing the attention of a few pack members who were unloading groceries from one of our large passenger vans.

I shifted and stood in front of my deranged brother with my hands on my hips, “Yes you did, now quit making a scene you weirdo and go inside!” Marching myself up the porch steps, I waved at the pack helping with the groceries.

In the lodge, I grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt from the baskets at the front door. When you’re constantly shifting in and out of wolf form, it’s best to have clothes easily accessible. Not that any of us were prudes about nudity. Trust me, when you’ve seen your grandfather shift more than a dozen times, you get over it real quick. But having laundry baskets of unisex, comfy, easily stripped clothes all over the property is a must. Unfortunately, the shirt I picked sported a hot pink kitten wearing sunglasses, so that detracted from my carefully crafted bad girl image.

“Love the shirt, Sawyer. Really, you should make it part of your aesthetic.”

“Shut up, Luke.” I scooped a pair of shorts out of the basket and tossed them to my brother as he walked in. We definitely looked like siblings, in fact, our whole pack looked like family because, technically, we are. Most of us have dark hair, tan skin, and are taller than average with broad shoulders. Luke and I sported the traditional Roman nose that most everyone had, but he departed from the norm with his unusually large smile. My parents said it’s because he came out laughing and hasn’t stopped since, a fact supported by the giggle he was unsuccessfully containing now at my expense.

“Are you two done playing tag?” My very pregnant sister-in-law waddled into the room from the kitchen with a plate of biscuits in her hands. She too had dark hair, but hers wound in perfect, bouncing coils while mine hung in lackluster waves.

“Here, let me help, May!” I took the plate to the table just as my mother came through with a skillet of sausage gravy. Her hair was streaked with gray, but just as pretty as May’s.

“We weren’t ‘playing tag’,” Luke scoffed, swiping a biscuit from the tray before I set it down. “And anyway, I finally caught her!” He took a disgustingly large bite.

“Well, while you were doing that, the adults were actually working!” My older brother, Callum, and our father, strode in from their office. Callum was learning to lead the pack from my father. He and May were expecting their first pups, a set of twins, in a few weeks. The added stress made my usually serious brother almost unbearable.

“Well, someone’s gotta check on the border patrols in the morning,” I smirked, “Might as well have some fun while we do it.”

“Sawyer,” my father began as we all sat down at the table, “You need to stop participating in these silly games. When are you going to get serious? Settle down? Find ardahan escort a mate?”

I rolled my eyes. Most wolves find their mates in their teens since it’s common to be from the same pack. My brother and May found each other nauseatingly young, they were in school together. Raised side by side. They waited until they were twenty to get married, then until thirty to have kids, a fact which drove my mother absolutely nuts. I respected their decision though, May wanted to finish med school so she could take care of the pack. Now with the two of them following the family plan, my parents had moved onto me and my supposedly very immature, twenty-eight year old self.

“We’re not trying to pressure you, dear,” Mom added, “But you should have found someone by now.”

“Yes,” my father interjected, setting down his fork, “You haven’t been trying hard enough. You’ve done enough goofing around. It’s time to grow up.”

“I’m probably not meant to have a mate,” I mumbled into my food. “I don’t think cursed wolves get mates.”

“Sawyer James! You are not cursed!” My mother scolded me, yet again.

“Then what do you call it, Mom?” I hissed back, “I’m a mutation. Who would want me as their mate?” I didn’t wait for an answer, I stood, carrying my still full plate into the kitchen where I tossed it into the sink. Then I climbed the back stairs in three bounds up to my room. I hated that their words drove me to the “rebellious teenager” action, but it was a sore subject.

Our family lodge was large. Three stories of bedrooms, bathrooms, offices, and family spaces for the Alpha’s progeny. It sat at the back of the complex across from the pack hall. My room, or rooms, faced west and included a master bedroom and bathroom, another bedroom, a sitting room, and a small office. It was really more of an apartment just without the kitchen. I shoved my way through the doors and flopped onto the couch, my long brown hair falling over my eyes. I pulled at my split ends and brooded.

A knock on my door pulled me out of my reverie. I knew they weren’t going to give me much time. Privacy wasn’t really a thing in a pack where you shared thoughts.

“What?”

May walked in, belly leading the way. “Sawyer, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just hate how much pressure they put on me about finding a mate. Not everyone gets a mate!”

May chuckled as she joined me on my couch, “That’s not true and you know that. The only reason we survive is because the Moon Goddess ensures we all have a mate. We might not find them until later in adulthood, but everyone has one.”

I groaned and covered my eyes with my arm, “Then maybe I’m the first wolf who doesn’t! Maybe I was cursed to be alone and weird.”

“You don’t really believe that, do you?”

“Maybe.”

May sighed, “Look, I’ll talk to them about backing off on the mate thing, okay? But you’ve got to stop calling yourself names. Deal?”

I peeked at her, “Fine. Deal.”

“Good!” she said cheerfully, “Now come help me in the nursery. Your niece and nephew are giving me hell and I need to get all their clothes put away.”

I smiled and put my hand on her swollen belly. I could feel the little pups moving inside, one giving my hand quite a good kick.

“Ouch!” She whined, “Absolute monsters already.”

Helping May with the nursery didn’t exactly take my mind off my romantic situation, but it did make me feel better. May cooed over all of the adorable clothes and the smell of baby detergent made the atmosphere calm and nurturing. When Callum came in a while later, I excused myself to give the growing family some privacy.

Wandering downstairs, I found Luke playing videogames with his two best friends.

“Hey loser, don’t you have training this afternoon?” I asked as I stole a handful of their Cheetos from the table.

“Nah, it’s pouring so Delta Ruiz canceled it. Said he already had to smell stinky teenagers all morning so he didn’t want to spend his afternoon smelling wet dog.”

I chuckled, “Well, maybe I can take on the winner then.”

Before the three could respond, my mom bustled into the room. “Oh no you don’t, missy! You have errands to run today.”

“But Mom, it’s pouring! Can’t I go tomorrow?”

“Nope! I needed this stuff yesterday, but you begged off to train with Callum.”

“Why didn’t you have the other members do it when they got groceries today?”

“Because, they have little kids to get back to and had enough to get already. Now, take this list and be back by six sharp!” She handed me a little list on green paper covered with her scrawled handwriting.

“Does this say Rooster ball?”

Mom snatched the list out of my hand and looked at it. “It says ‘Roaster bags’. I need three bags of coffee beans from Roaster’s Coffee House for Grandma’s birthday.”

I rolled my eyes, “Alright. I’m bringing Colleen with me at least.” My mom nodded and handed me the van keys. I hated taking the giant passenger vans, but with it pouring, my motorcycle wasn’t an option.

Colleen! I mind linked my best friend. We’re running errands, come artvin escort on!

Her thoughts responded instantly, Thank Goddess! Just let me tell Keith.

Colleen was one of the normal ones who found her mate at eighteen and had a litter of kids in her early twenties. They had five already, the youngest only a few months old.

When I stepped out onto the porch, the rain was coming down in buckets. What had started out as snow and slush this morning had turned to a dreary, cold rainstorm. I grabbed a jacket from just inside the door, pulling the hood over my wavy, unkempt hair.

“Sawyer!” I saw Colleen jogging through the deluge with a baby carrier in her arms. Quick as I could, I unlocked the van in the circle driveway and pulled open the side door for her. Laughing through the rain, she dove in then snapped the car seat into an open base in the front row. She climbed between the two front seats and plopped down just as I came around the driver’s side.

“I would have pulled the van up to your house!” I said, shaking the rain off my jacket.

“It’s fine. These car seat covers can keep out anything.” She wrung out her blonde ponytail. Colleen liked to dye her light brown hair even lighter which made her stand out in the pack. “But we can’t be too long. Keith’s brother is in town and they’ve threatened to let the kids watch Wrestlemania. Which we all know is going to result in my sons diving headfirst off the stairs onto one another.”

I chuckled while pulling out of the drive. Our pack land sat far back in the woods off a dirt track that was a few miles from a main highway. Going to and from town was a thirty minute trip, longer if you wanted to get to an actual grocery store. It was the perfect amount of time to catch up with my friend.

Town was fairly deserted when we pulled up to the dry cleaners, Mom’s first stop on the list. I left Colleen in the car to feed her little girl while I picked up the equivalent of a large wedding party’s garments from the cleaners. I stowed the clothes and we continued our mission. The rain had lessened a bit, so we were able to make better time than I thought at the hardware store and the garden center.

“Last stop is the coffee shop.”

“Yes!” Colleen squealed. “I’m coming in, I need caffeine in my life.” I pulled up to the curb out front, barely fitting in the spot with the huge, white van. Colleen strapped a baby carrier to her chest and slipped the sleeping infant inside.

We managed to get in the shop without drenching ourselves too badly and wiped our boots on the mat. As the door swung shut behind us, the most amazing smell hit me full in the face. I couldn’t place it with the thick coffee scent permeating the room, but it was deeply familiar somehow. I stood in the doorway, inhaling and trying to place how I knew that smell. It took me a second to realize Colleen was already approaching the order counter, throwing me an odd look over her shoulder.

I shook my head to clear it and went to the racks of coffee bags on display by the wall. I chose three kinds my grandmother liked and joined Colleen. The smell got stronger, interrupting my brain in a truly strange way. Peaches and honey. That was it.

“Are you okay?” Colleen whispered as I dropped the bags onto the counter to be rung up.

“Yeah, just a little distracted.”

We ordered and I paid, then the barista sent us to the other end of the counter to pick up our drinks. The huge, shiny espresso machine obscured the prep area behind the counter. Colleen bounced to keep the baby asleep as we waited.

“Order for Colleen!” A soft, musical voice pierced through the hum of the restaurant and my heart began to pound against my ribcage. From behind the reflective machine, a small redhead appeared.

Suddenly, the peaches and honey scent overwhelmed me and my wolf inside began howling with glee. My entire body seized up under the complete assault on my senses. The woman smiled as she slid Colleen her drink. Her perfect white teeth flashed between puffy, glossy lips. Brown eyes skated over me, then stopped as her smile faltered for a millisecond. Her gaze caught on me and in the fraction of a moment everything in my world righted itself. I felt whole and parts of me that I didn’t even know were hurting were suddenly healed.

Then, as suddenly as it started, it all faded as her gaze continued by and she went back to her work. I couldn’t move though. My eyes were locked entirely on this redheaded dream.

Colleen’s presence next to me finally fractured my concentration, but my eyes never left the redhead. “Is that…?”

“My mate,” I breathed.

Colleen’s gasp was quiet, but the huge smile that stole over her face was less than subtle. The woman turned back to us, sliding another cup across the counter. “Order for Sawyer,” she said as her eyes connected with mine again. I think I nodded, but I’m not sure.

My hand felt like lead as I moved to take the cup. The woman smiled at me, the freckles across her nose dancing with the movement of her face. I muttered a thank you and saw a slight bodrum escort blush creep over her pale skin. Then she was gone. Back behind the massive, chrome machine. I slowly turned my entire body to Colleen who was holding back a giggle.

“Holy shit.”

Her giggle escaped and she hooked my arm to drag me over to a corner table. “Sawyer!” she squealed quietly, “You found her!”

I nodded, looking back toward the counter but seeing no sign of the barista. “Why didn’t she say anything? Do you think she felt it too?”

Colleen took a sip, “Well, she had to have felt it, you were too close for her not to. Maybe she’s just shy?”

“Should I say something?”

“Not while she’s working. Maybe you can go back up and just leave the pack name so she can contact you. She’s probably part of the Moonraisers if she’s working here in town. Just tell her you’re from FW and I bet she’ll have her Alpha call your dad.”

“That’s a good idea,” I nodded. We finished our drinks while I practiced what to say. Colleen was very encouraging by telling me to make my smile more genuine and less constipated.

Finally, I felt ready. Colleen gave me a wink, then took the baby and the coffee bags to the car while I approached the counter. I ordered a tea from the first woman, then waited at the end of the counter for my mate. When she appeared with the large, steaming paper cup clutched in her perfect hand, she smiled just like before. “Sawyer?”

“Yes, I-” I took a deep breath, inhaling that beautiful peaches and honey scent, but something else, another smell, stopped me mid sentence. “Thanks!” I almost yelled and darted out of the shop.

My breathing bordered on hyperventilation when I crawled into the driver’s seat. Colleen’s smile faded as my fingers gripped the steering wheel and turned white.

“What happened? Did you tell her where to reach you? Is she-?”

“Human.”

Colleen’s eyes went wide. “What?”

“She’s human. I smelled it.”

“How? No, you must have smelled the other barista.”

“No, I’m sure it was her. She’s fully human.”

Colleen shook her head, refusing to believe it, “But…we don’t have human mates. It’s not possible. Why would the Moon Goddess choose a human for you?”

“Because I’m a freak.”

_ _

“You are not a freak.”

May was sitting on the edge of my bed after she’d turned on my lamp, stealing away the darkness I was pouting in. Colleen had talked and talked the whole way home about all the possible scenarios for me thinking my mate was human. Her theories included that the woman was masking her scent, that she was some new hybrid, that I was mistakenly smelling the other barista, and finally, that she was some sort of magic user that was disguising herself for a dangerous coffee heist.

That last one, she admitted, was a bit far fetched. When we got back, she immediately relayed what happened to my sister-in-law while I went up to my room. I loved Colleen, but the woman couldn’t keep anything to herself.

“Sawyer, listen to me,” May waited until I sat up and looked at her. “The Moon Goddess does not make mistakes. If she’s your mate, you need to go back there. Get to know her, ask her on a date, see if she feels the same way.”

“A date?”

“Yes! Take her out to dinner or something. Maybe she’s your mate or maybe she isn’t, but you’ll never know until you spend more time with her.”

It was good advice. I loved and hated her for it. But it was how I found myself outside Roaster’s Coffee House the following morning wearing nicer clothes and holding my bike helmet on my hip.

“Okay, I can do this. Just say hi,” I murmured to myself. I opened the door, hearing the familiar chime overhead. It was warm and the same coffee smell greeted me, this time though, there was no undercurrent of peach. “Shit,” I muttered. In all of my musings and preparations, I hadn’t accounted for her not being there.

Still, I continued in and placed my order with a helpful barista, then took my drink to a corner to rethink the plan. Plopping my helmet onto the seat next to me, I slouched forward head in my hands. After five minutes, I concluded that this was very stupid. Monumentally stupid. Why had I listened to May? I’d woken up early, actually done something with my wild, brown waves, put on lip gloss and mascara, and worn a real bra.

“So stupid.”

“I’m sorry to bother you, but are you alright?” I lifted my head to find the person who interrupted me was the cashier. She was tall, blonde, and smiley, though at the moment her brow was furrowed with concern.

“Yeah- yeah I’m fine. Just, uh, having a rough morning.”

She grinned, “Anything I can do to make it better?” The flirtatious lilt to her voice was unmistakable. My stomach lurched.

“Uh, n-nope. No, I’m good. Just gonna drink this, um, tea. Yup.”

The blonde batted her eyelashes, “Well, my shift ends at three, so if you change your mind, I’ll be out then.” Then she honest-to-goddess winked before walking away. I would have rolled my eyes at that, but the information she gave me was valuable. They switched shifts in the afternoon. If I came back after three, my mate would probably be in. I downed my tea, which was just a touch too hot still, tossed my cup, and trotted out to my bike. As I peeled away from the curb, my entire body vibrated at a higher frequency than the engine. I would see my mate later.

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This is my entry in the Summer Lovin’ 2024 competition. It’s a slow-burn romance, so if you’re after something more immediate, or the D/s from my prior stories, you’re probably better off looking elsewhere.

As always, many thanks to TheNyxianLily for editing and reviewing this story. Also, thanks to Nellymcboatface for critiquing my earlier work and pushing me to write something different and enter a competition.

Marie sighed as she looked through her bedroom window at the rain-swept street below. Sat on her bed in the cramped room, were her best friends, Nicole and Beccy.

“It’s not that bad,” said Nicole. “He was a bit of a dick.”

Marie turned from the thrumming sound of rain with teary eyes. “You said you liked him.”

Nicole shrugged. “Only because you were going out with him. I never did like him. If you ask me, you’re better off on your own.”

“I just wanted someone to — oh, I don’t know — someone to care. Someone who got me. Someone who prefers spending time with me to his damned PlayStation.”

Beccy snorted. “So one boy demanded you sleep with him or he wouldn’t date you any more? Who cares? You’re the hottest girl in school. And a natural platinum blonde too.” She rolled her eyes in mock envy. “Get yourself someone better. What about Laurence Saunders?”

Marie shook her head. “I don’t want someone else so soon –“

“Laurence?” said Nicole. “Isn’t he going out with Audrey?”

Beccy nodded. “Yeah, I think so. Though Marie could totally steal him away. What about Dominic Henderson then?”

Marie held her hands out. “Like I said, I’m not looking –“

Nicole nodded. “Dom’s alright. But didn’t he and his family move to Scotland? How about Max?”

Beccy laughed. “Ugh. He spits when he talks. It’s not the most romantic thing. Imagine.” She slid off the bed onto one knee before Marie and mimed opening a ring box. When she spoke, spit flew from her mouth. “Marie, will you marry me? And spend the rest of your life washing your hair after every conversation?”

“I don’t want anybody,” Marie said. “I won’t replace one dickhead with another, and there’s nobody that great at school. Besides, I should be revising for my A-Levels, not looking for a new boyfriend. I appreciate the thought, but I don’t want you two playing matchmaker. I’ll do without any dates for a while.”

Beccy sat back. “I’ll only promise that, if you promise not to spend your evenings moping about, listening to Adele. We’ve only got a couple of months of school left. You’ll get into a good uni, and that’ll be full of older boys. You need to expand your horizons, that’s all. The world is bigger than our school. Remember when I dated that boy from St Andrew’s?”

Nicole glanced at Marie. “The one who cheated on you?”

“OK, maybe not a great example, but it does show there are plenty more blokes out there beyond our school. All Marie needs to do is keep her eyes open for her soul-mate and not let him go when she meets him.”

⛱️

“We should go to Spain.”

Marie and Nicole were stretching in preparation for their football match, the smell of fresh-cut grass filling the air. They looked up to see Beccy joining them.

“Spain?” said Nicole. “Why do you want to go to Spain?”

Beccy smiled. “Boys, beaches and booze.”

Marie straightened up. “You’ve got a boyfriend already, remember? So does Nicole.”

“Yes, but you don’t. It’s like I said the other day: you need to broaden your horizons. In the clubs in Spain, we’ll find the boys from all of Europe.”

Nicole laughed. “It sounds crowded.”

Beccy said, “Come on, show some more enthusiasm. I got the idea from watching The Inbetweeners Movie last night. In the film they go on holiday to Spain after leaving school, looking to meet girls. We should do that. One more bash before adult life swallows us up and spits us back out when we retire.”

Marie shook her head. “My mum and dad would never agree. You know how overprotective they can be.”

“So tell them you’ve been revising hard and need a break. Nicole, you see what a good idea this is, don’t you?”

“I dunno. Maybe? It does sound fun. But where would we go?”

Nicole smiled. “That’s more like it. We’ll hire a villa or apartment, just the three of us. Somewhere far too hot and near the beach. We can spend our days tanning, and our evenings at clubs.”

“Hang on,” said Marie. “If we do go, we should see the sights. There must be museums or churches to visit.”

Beccy shook her head. “Holidays are wasted on you.”

⛱️

Stepping out of the airport, the heat was a looming presence, even as dusk swept over the land.

Beccy marched along the pavement, her luggage a jiggling attendant behind her. “If it’s this hot at night, the beach is going to be cooking at lunchtime. We’ve definitely picked the right place for a holiday.”

Struggling to keep up, Marie looked around. “There’s a bus to town over there. Or we could get a taxi.”

“Taxi,” said Nicole beside her. “After being cramped up in that plane for so long, I don’t want to get on a bus. What’s the van escort address again?”

Stopping to get out her phone, Marie brought up the app.

“Never mind,” called Beccy. “I’ve got it up on my phone. Quick, here’s a taxi.”

Marie and Nicole broke into a trot to reach the white Prius. As Marie ran, hand luggage in one hand and pulling her case with the other, her phone slipped from her sweaty fingers. Desperately, she tried to catch it, but it slipped away to crashed to the ground with a dull thud, its screen a spider’s web of cracks. Pressing the power button left the screen black, and Marie swore.

Nicole stared at it over her shoulder. “Great start to the holiday. Come on, there’s nothing you can do about it now. Let’s get to the villa.”

The taxi was comfortable, with soft, fur-covered seats embracing Marie as she sat in the back, and soft jazz coming from the radio. It smelled of cheap air freshener. Beccy was in the front passenger seat and soon gave the driver directions.

“Beccy,” Marie said, “ask him if there’s a phone repair shop in town.” To Beccy’s questioning look, she held up her phone.

Beccy had studied A-Level Spanish, so she did her best at a piecemeal conversation, before turning back to Marie. “He says this is a rural area. Your best bet is to head to the nearest big town, but that’s fifty miles away.” Marie’s heart sank. “No, not fifty miles. Fifty kilometres. What’s that: thirty-five miles?”

“It’s still too far. Can you message my mum to let her know when we’ve arrived safely, and tell her she’ll need to call your phone if she wants to talk to me.”

She settled back to enjoy the view, with the curving country roads and slumbering villas lit by the westering sun, under a sky of red and burnt orange streaks. After twenty minutes, they reached the villa, a single-story white building with a pool glinting through the gate. The taxi left them with their luggage, and Beccy entered the code to the key safe built into the wall. But when she opened it, an empty space stared back at them.

“No keys!” she said. “We’re in the middle of nowhere without a car, and we can’t get into the house.” She looked around at the darkened land. “Are there wolves in Spain?”

“Don’t panic,” said Marie. “There are people in the house.”

Nicole gazed in at a window. “You’re right. I can see a woman walking around. The bloody owners haven’t left yet.”

Marie pressed the doorbell and stepped back. A forty-something woman in lilac lounge-wear opened the door.

“We’re here for the rental,” said Marie.

The woman frowned. “What about it?” Marie was surprised her accent was English rather than Spanish.

“Well, uh, can we have the house now?”

The woman stared at her for a moment. “No. Of course not.”

It was Marie’s turn to go silent for a moment. “But we paid for it.”

Another woman, of about the same age, came to the door. “What’s going on?”

The first woman said, “They say there’s a problem with our booking, and they want the villa back.”

Realising the problem, Marie said, “Wait — you’ve booked this villa? We have too.”

The two women glanced at each other, then one brought out a phone and held it out to show a booking app. “There you go. We’ve booked this place for the next two weeks.”

Beccy stepped forward and showed her own phone. “So have we, but on another app. They’ve double-booked us.”

The women softened. “You’ll have to take it up with the company. There’re only three beds, and three of us already here, plus my daughter’s flying out in a few days.”

Beccy whined, “But we’ve got nowhere to stay.”

A third woman came to the door, and Marie was entranced by her long chestnut hair and warm brown eyes. The other two quickly brought her up to speed.

The new woman said, “We’ve got to let them in. The double booking’s not their fault any more than it’s ours, and they’ve got to sleep somewhere, the poor dears. Come in girls.” She turned to them. “This is Josie, that’s Savannah, and I’m Alice.”

Marie introduced herself and her friends as they tramped into the villa, admiring the clean white walls, the spaciousness, the minimalist cream sofas and the inviting pool glistening through a screen door.

Beccy said, “It’s a bit warm. Can you turn the air con on?”

The three older women laughed, and Alice said, “It’s bust. With that and the double-booking, we won’t be leaving a five-star review. OK, there are two keys. Savannah, why don’t you give your key to one of the girls?”

Nicole took it and placed it in her purse.

With a yawn, Alice said, “It’s getting late, and we need to sort out sleeping arrangements. There are three bedrooms, and each has a double bed.”

Savannah opted to move into Josie’s room, and Nicole and Beccy agreed to share what had been Savannah’s. They started wheeling their luggage in.

Marie looked doubtfully at Alice. “I guess we’re sharing, then.”

Alice shook her head. “Don’t be silly. You don’t even know me, so I wouldn’t expect you to share a bed with me. I’ll take the yalova escort sofa.”

“No, you don’t have to do that. I can’t throw you out of your own bed.”

“It’s OK,” said Alice. “Besides, it’s way too hot to share a bed without air conditioning. I’ll grab a sheet, and you can have the bed all to yourself.”

⛱️

Marie woke and stretched in her soft bed, enjoying the rasp of the sheets against her naked body. A rapping on the door made her sit up.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Alice. I wanted to see if you were up. It’s gone eleven.”

Marie noticed bright sunlight streaming through the blinds.

“Uh, yeah, I’m up.” Marie slid out of bed.

The doorknob turned. “Good, because my clothes are still in here.”

Marie dived for the bed cover and wrapped it around herself as Alice entered in her silk pyjamas.

“Sorry,” said Alice. “I thought you were dressed.”

Marie shrugged. “I just woke up. I always sleep in late.”

Alice rooted through a drawer, and brought out a yellow sundress and light cardigan. “I’ll go change in the bathroom. Your friends left ages ago to visit the beach. They said to meet them there. They also said you’d not wake for a long time.”

When Alice left, Marie slipped into a pale blue bikini, slapped on sunblock, then hunted for her phone.

“Are you decent?” came Alice’s voice.

Marie told her to enter as she found her phone. She’d forgotten what had happened to it.

Alice looked in another drawer. “I forgot to get shoes.” She glanced up at Marie. Did her eyes widen as she noticed Marie in the bikini? “Are you OK?”

Marie showed her phone. “I guess I’m not calling my friends.”

“I’ll get mine. You can call them on that.”

Marie stopped her with a hand on her arm. “I don’t know their numbers. I’ll stay in the villa rather than walk the beach looking for them.”

Alice looked at her for a moment. “You can’t stay in on your own on the first day of your holiday. Why don’t you come out with us? We’re going to get some brunch, and we might see your friends.”

Marie put her phone down. “I wouldn’t want to be a bother.”

Alice smiled, and Marie noticed how it lit up her eyes. “You won’t be, I promise. I just hope us old folks aren’t too boring for you. And we’ve got no spare keys, so you wouldn’t be able to lock up if you left after us. We’ve got nowhere on sorting out the bookings yet.”

Marie left the villa with the older women. Savannah and Josie walked together, and behind them trailed Marie and Alice, as Marie experienced the sweltering Spanish sun and heat for the first time. Her flip-flops flapped against the cracked concrete walk.

“So, are you at university?” said Alice.

“Hopefully. We just finished school, so I’m waiting for my exam results to see which uni I got into.”

“Exciting times. Oh to be eighteen again. What are you going to study?”

“French and business.”

Alice laughed. “So you came to Spain to brush up on your French?”

“This wasn’t my first choice of destination. So what do you all do?”

“Savannah’s a housewife. Josie’s retired, believe it or not, and only forty. I’m a doctor. We all met at university.”

The women stopped at a gaudily-painted food stall, above which hung a sign declaring it to be “Mario’s”.

“We think he’s Mario,” said Alice, pointing to the portly middle-aged man serving pizzas from the van. “Sometimes there’s a younger man, sometimes a woman. We think they’re family, and we think they’re all called Mario. But the pizzas are the best you’ll ever eat.”

“I thought the best pizzas were made in Italy?”

“That’s because you haven’t tried one of Mario’s.”

Marie shook her head. “I’m not hungry.”

Alice linked their arms and pulled her forward. “I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer. Seriously, you have to try this pizza.” Nearer the van, the delicious aroma reminded Marie how long it had been since she’d eaten.

After buying the food, they took seats on hard wooden benches nearby, under the welcome shelter of sun-shades. Marie picked her pizza up from its paper plate and took a bite. The delicate tastes of cheese, tomato and ham thrilled her mouth, while the hot pizza melted in her mouth. She let out a moan, then looked up to see the others staring at her, smiles on their faces.

“I told you,” said Alice. “I knew you’d enjoy it.”

“I’ve never eaten anything like this. It’s like my taste buds have died and gone to heaven.”

After their meal, they strolled further along the beach.

“No sign of your friends,” said Josie.

“Don’t worry,” said Alice. “You’re welcome to hang out with us some more. What’s the plan for today, ladies? There are some caves near here. The guides say –“

“No caves,” said Savannah.

Alice kicked a stone off the path. “You two never give a good answer when we discuss what to do.”

“The plan,” said Josie, “is to lie on the beach, drink cocktails, and stare at the bodies on display.”

Alice’s head dropped. “You’re married.”

Josie shrugged. “I said I’d look, not touch. çorlu escort Don’t worry, I’m sure there’ll be a few beautiful ladies too. Perhaps one would like to meet a nice doctor.”

Alice sighed. “I told you, I’m not looking for anyone.”

An uncomfortable silence settled between them, and Marie looked at Alice in a new light.

“I’d like to see the caves,” said Marie. “I’m not much of one for beaches.”

Alice smiled, “You see, that’s what a good answer sounds like.”

Josie shook her head. “Why did you two come out here if you don’t enjoy spending your days on the beach? We’ll see you back at the villa. Come find us when you’ve enjoyed your afternoon in the cold and damp.”

The caves were set back from the beach, and it was a long walk to reach them. Only a small group entered; apparently, most people agreed the beach was the real attraction. Inside, it was cool and dark. Marie stared in open-mouthed wonder at the enormous arches of rock above their heads, but soon began to shiver out of the day’s heat. Alice’s hands pressed on her shoulders, and Marie realised she’d wrapped her cardigan around her.

“I couldn’t have you be cold. And you didn’t know to dress more warmly.”

A guide led them deeper and deeper into the complex. At one point, they came to a large step, and Alice clambered up first, before offering Marie her hand. After being pulled up, neither of them let go, and they held hands as they listened to the guide talk about how old the caves were, and how they had been formed over the course of time. It felt the natural thing to do, and Marie enjoyed the soft yet warm touch.

Eventually, they finished their tour, and emerged into the bright sunlight and heat, which was a furnace after the cool caverns. As they strolled back along the sea-front, Marie heard her name called, and looked over her shoulder to see Nicole and Beccy. Instinctively, she let go of Alice’s hand as the other two ran up. Feeling bad about it, she reached for it again, but Alice had crossed her arms.

⛱️

Back at the villa, they found Savannah and Josie relaxing around the pool. They ordered a Chinese meal, which was delivered on a puttering moped, and was swimming in grease. Marie sat between Nicole and Beccy while they ate, but she found her gaze constantly drifting to Alice.

When bedtime came around, Alice gathered the sheet to sleep on the sofa again, but Marie stopped her with a hand on her arm.

“You’re no longer a stranger, and I wouldn’t want you to keep sleeping on the sofa. Share the bed with me; I promise I don’t snore.”

Alice smiled. “Are you sure? Especially after what you learned about me today?”

“I trust you. And you know I’m straight, so you won’t get the wrong idea.”

Marie settled on some light and loose cotton pyjamas. She changed in the bathroom, then slipped into the bed. Alice changed in the bathroom too, coming out in a loose nightgown, then joined Marie.

After a moment, Marie said, “I enjoyed myself today. The beach wouldn’t have been half as interesting. Thank you.”

“No, thank you,” said Alice. “I had much the same problem with the sun worshippers I came with. Maybe we could do something similar another day.”

“I’d like that. It’s a shame you’re not a boy; we get on so well.”

“I hope you don’t invite boys into your bed a day after meeting them.”

Marie laughed. “No, I’ve never done that. I don’t just mean after a day, I mean at all. Nicole and Beccy have been suggesting I break that duck on this holiday, but when I do, it’ll be with someone I care about. And someone who cares about me. There’s got to be more to it than physical attraction.”

“You’re wise beyond your years. I wish I’d had a head like yours on my shoulders when I was your age. Looks were all I cared about back then. But not anymore.”

“I’m not saying looks don’t matter. A hot boy is still a hot boy. I’m sure you must get a lot of attention from women, being so attractive.”

The bed rocked, and Marie guessed Alice had rolled onto her side. Her breath was cool on Marie’s face.

“Are you saying you find me attractive, Marie?”

“No, I’m saying you’re pretty, and attractive to people who like women. Not me.”

Alice laughed. “OK. But since we’re discussing each other’s looks, to my eyes, you’re painfully beautiful.”

Marie snorted. “Painfully?”

“Painfully. I’ve never seen a woman as gorgeous as you before. When we’re apart, I find myself doubting my memory; nobody could be as stunning as I remember you. And then when I see you again, I realise my memory didn’t do you justice.”

They were silent for a moment, and Alice said, “I hope I haven’t made it weird, saying that. I promise I won’t do anything; you’re far too young. And you’ve made it clear that you’re not into women”

“No,” said Marie. “But that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

⛱️

Marie’s dreams were of a shadowy man, whose face she never quite saw. But somehow, with dream logic, she knew he was handsome, and more experienced than her. He took her on fancy dates, before they went back to his room. On waking during the night, she found herself cuddling Alice. She extricated herself, careful not to wake her, their bodies stuck together with dried sweat. The same thing happened twice more. She was relieved to finally wake alone with the sun up.

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Hi all

Long time, no see.

I’m sorry for the long absence. Honestly, it’s a combination of writer’s block and a touch of insecurity. And that’s not to say that I haven’t been trying – it feels like every other week, a new story idea comes to me, I’ll bash out a few pages, and then stop, realise it’s not really going anywhere, and discard it for the next one. Anyway, after years and years of this cycle, I’ve finally managed to stick the landing on this one. It’s not very long, but it’s something. I hope you enjoy it!

Few announcements. First of all, one thing I’ve realised is that I’ve been violating the cardinal rule of storytelling, to have a beginning, middle and end, and I’ve been writing stories without an end. So now, I’m not going to write any more stories that I don’t have an ending for. What this means, sadly, is that I’m done with writing series. From now on, my stories will be self-contained. And this unfortunately means that most of my series that didn’t have a conclusion probably won’t have one now. None of them have a sad ending though – they’re all ‘happily ever after.’

Second, since describing the characters in the body of my stories was beginning to feel a bit clunky, I’ve decided to write brief descriptions of the appearances of the key characters at the beginning. If nothing else, it’s a helpful reference point.

Third, I’m afraid I can’t make any promises for when my next stories will come out. But I can promise that I’ll put in every bit of effort I can to make them happen!

Stay safe!

Cheers

GT

=== Character descriptions ===

Sophie: 22 years old, short, with long, straight blonde hair, green eyes and pale skin. Cute face with a small, button nose. Very skinny frame, with average sized boobs and a small bum. Holly’s stepsister. Posh accent.

Holly: 23 years old, slightly taller than Sophie, but still much shorter than Emily. Shoulder-length hair, brunette, also straight, with grey eyes, olive skin, a slightly more muscular frame, with slightly smaller boobs and a slightly larger bum. Sophie’s stepsister and Emily’s girlfriend. Also has a posh accent.

Emily: 23 years old, very tall, with long, curly red hair and freckles and bright green eyes. An athletic, statuesque frame, muscular legs and stomach, large boobs and perfect bum. Scottish, with thick accent.

=== Story ===

Sophie was not a morning person.

Bleary-eyed and with a face like a zombie, she was sitting at the small table in her living room, barely able to concentrate on her spoon as she slowly worked her way through a small bowl of Shreddies. Fortunately, she had no lectures today – though what she would do instead, she wasn’t entirely sure.

Still, it was nice to rest up a little, and perhaps catch up on some coursework.

Her scrambled thoughts were jolted into reality by the sound of her stepsister, Holly’s door opening down the hall and some very heavy footsteps heading towards the living room. And just as she was lifting another heaped spoonful up to her mouth, the door suddenly flew open and in walked Emily, her stepsister’s girlfriend.

“Heyyy!”

Forcing a smile despite herself, Sophie raised a hand. “Morning,” she replied.

“Sleep well?” Emily asked, making her way into the kitchen and rummaging through the fridge.

“Yeah, I slept all right,” Sophie lied.

In truth, sleep always took a long time coming whenever Emily was visiting – because, unfortunately, so did Emily. And she seemed to be determined to let everyone in the building know when she did.

“Had a fun night?”

“You know it,” Emily grinned, winking at her.

“I… I meant… your dinner.”

“I know. And so did I. Why, what did you think I meant?”

“Never mind,” Sophie put her spoon down and pretended to wipe sleep from her eyes to mask her holding the bridge of her nose in frustration. She could almost cope with Emily’s teasing – even this early in the morning. And she wasn’t overly bothered by the fact that she was now helping herself to Sophie’s cereal.

But why the fuck did she have to walk around with barely any clothes on?

Every single breakfast the morning after spending the night, it was the same. She would be wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a skimpy top with no bra, her huge boobs almost tearing through it and her rock-hard nipples poking right out, challenging her to a staring contest. Today was no different – only the panties were white lace, and the top was pink.

I bet you she eats standing up, Sophie thought to herself.

Sure enough, Emily paced around the table and ate her cereal, nattering away about nothing in particular while Sophie tried to keep her eyes fixed on her bowl and ignore the girl’s crotch and cute, perky bum, which were right at eye level for her.

Eventually, though, Sophie was finished with her cereal. She got up – taking care not to accidentally go face-first into Emily’s crotch – and balıkesir escort went to clear her bowl away.

“Right. I need to head back to my room. Loads of work to do. I’ll see you later.”

“See ya, girl!”

She went to go past Emily, but as she did so, Emily stopped her.

“Can I have a hug?” she asked.

“Okay,” Sophie reluctantly agreed. Because the height difference, her face was pressed almost right in between the girl’s boobs as she embraced her. She had to keep completely still so she didn’t accidentally motorboat her.

This girl has literally just woken up, and she’d spent the night fucking. How did she smell so nice?

“Have a nice day, lovely. I’ll see you later,” she kissed her forehead, and released her. Sophie headed out into the hall, just in time to see Holly leaving the bathroom.

“Morning,” she mumbled.

“Morning,” Holly mumbled back. “Did you sleep al-“

“Yes!” Sophie shot back.

Holly sighed. “I’m so sorry, Soph. It’s just, we got back quite a bit later, and…”

“No, it’s fine. Sorry, I shouldn’t have been so snappy,” Sophie said, more gently. “It’s just…”

“No, I get it. I get it completely. And I promise we’ll try to be more discreet in future. Listen, I need to have a shower -“

“Yes, you do,” Sophie cut in, cheekily, making a show of wrinkling her nose, followed by an “Ow!” as Holly punched her lightly in the arm.

“SO, I’ll need to get going,” Holly continued. “But there’s something I wanted to talk to you about. Are you in all day?”

“Yeah. I’ll be in my room.”

“Okay. I’ll come by when Emmy goes to work.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

She made her way to her room, trying not to rush. But once she was inside, she quickly locked the door, climbed back under the covers and dug her hands into her soaking wet knickers.

The truth was, Sophie didn’t dislike Emily at all. Quite the opposite. Her problem was that she fancied the pants off her. She was hot, she was funny, she was charming and she was flirty. She was every bit Sophie’s type. Apart from the fact that she was dating her stepsister.

If Holly had been any other person, Sophie might’ve avoided spending time with them, since she struggled to cope with situations where she had a crush on someone who was so inaccessible to her. But Holly had been her stepsister for 10 years, they’d gone through all of their awkward teenage years together, and had supported each other through their big ‘coming out’ moments – first when Holly had come out as bisexual, and then a year later when Sophie had come out as a lesbian. Plus, they had been living together in this flat for three years, since they started university. By that point, Holly’s relationship with Emily was still quite new, and she was only her second girlfriend, so Sophie had been so happy for her.

Fortunately, Holly was a very laid-back person, and not the jealous type. She was always apologetic about her girlfriend’s exhibitionist streak, and didn’t mind that she flirted with Sophie. For her part, Sophie had grown used to keeping herself together and pretending to be unaffected by it. At least until she had privacy.

Once she had finished herself off – biting down on her pillow to muffle her screams – and cleaned up, she changed into her normal clothes, sat at her desk, opened her laptop and got started.

***

Knock knock knock

“Come in!” Sophie closed her laptop and swivelled round in her chair.

“Hiya,” Holly entered. “Are you free?”

“Absolutely. You said you wanted to talk?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. Well, I hope not anyway.” She went and sat on the bed, patting the space next to her.

That was quite strange, she thought. Why would Holly want her to come and sit right next to her, rather than just across from each other like this?

She got up and went and sat next to her, crossing her legs under her. Holly sat round and looked her right in the eyes.

“So, you know how Emily and I had our anniversary dinner last night?” she began.

“Uh huh?”

“Well, for her anniversary present, I was hoping to organise something really special tomorrow night, in the flat…”

“And you want the space to yourselves? That’s absolutely fine,” Sophie cut in.

“Actually, no.” There was something about Holly’s expression as she said this that was strange. She was building to ask an uncomfortable question.

“Well, there’s something that we’ve been talking about for some time, and I thought that… just as an extra-special anniversary present, I’d ask… uhh…”

Now she was really nervous. Sophie frowned. Then she had a sudden thought.

“You’re going to ask her to marry you!?”

“What? Oh, God no!” Holly laughed. “I think we’re a bit too young for that!”

“Okay. I won’t try guessing anymore!” Sophie chuckled. “What is it you’re trying to say?”

“Look, I’ll just come straight out with it,” Holly said. “We’ve been bartın escort thinking about having an all-girl threesome. She’d really like you to be the third girl.”

One could probably have driven a bus through the silence that followed. Sophie had not been expecting this at all. To say she was shocked would be an understatement.

Finally, though, she found her voice. “And you? What do you think?”

“Well, if I’m being honest, when she asked, I had the same response as you. Us being stepsisters and all. But thinking about it, I think I’d rather we have someone I know and trust in there, rather than a complete stranger. You understand?”

“Yeah, I understand.” Sophie leaned back. “And does she know about… well… about me still being a virgin?”

Holly hung her head.

“I’m afraid so. It may have slipped out when she first suggested it. I’m really sorry.”

“No, no, it’s all right,” Sophie reassured her. “I’m not insecure about it or anything. Actually, it’s probably a good thing you told her.”

“Full disclosure, I think it’s part of the reason she’s quite keen on it. I think she likes the idea of being someone’s first.”

“So, it would just be you and me, having sex with Emily?”

“Yes. There doesn’t have to be anything between us.”

“That’s good to know.”

She was silent for a moment and thought.

“Wow, I… I was not expecting you to ask that, for sure! Hmmm… Well, I’m not going to lie to you, Holly. I certainly can’t say that I’m not… at least a little curious about the idea. Emily has always been so sweet to me.”

“That’s one way of describing it!” Holly joked.

“Yeah, I guess,” Sophie smiled.

“I know it’s a big ask, Soph,” Holly continued. “Especially as it would be your first time. So it’s completely fine if you say no. Completely fine.”

“No, you know what? It’s your anniversary present. I’m interested.”

“Really? You mean it?” A small smile of relief began to form on Holly’s face.

“Yes! I mean it!”

“Oh my gosh, fantastic!” Holly smiled. She leaned forward and they shared a brief hug. “So… would you mind if I talked you through my plan for the evening? How I envisaged everything playing out?”

“Go ahead!”

***

Sophie didn’t have any experience of threesomes – actually, scratch that, she had no experience of anything sexual. But she had a feeling that it was rare for this much planning to go into one.

Holly had spent the whole day getting the place ready for the night – tidying up, laying rose petals everywhere, lighting scented candles, the whole works. Then, after a quick bite to eat, she had asked Sophie if she could get her ready for the evening, since she was technically Emily’s present.

Sophie had foolishly agreed.

What had followed was a very long three hours of being ordered around and slaved over. First, Holly had made her take a long bath with an assortment of scented oils, and made her wash her hair with a specific shampoo and conditioner. Then she had made her moisturize, and while they were waiting for her hair to dry, she had made her try on an assortment of sexy lingerie, finally settling on a pink bodysuit with absolutely no other underwear. Then she had sat her in a chair and done her makeup, before finally drying and styling her hair.

To be fair, it was definitely worth the extra effort. Even though she wasn’t used to looking or dressing like this, she definitely felt sexy.

Holly had taken the time to get herself ready as well, although she was wearing a lovely, long, black dinner dress. Sophie had been instructed to lie on Holly’s bed, and Holly had thrown some more rose petals over her and the bed.

She had just finished, when there was a knock at the door.

“Okay, I’ll get that. You just wait here. Stay completely silent, and for God’s sake, don’t fuck up your makeup,” she whispered.

Sophie nodded, and she left the room.

Holly was gone for about fifteen minutes, and although Sophie could hear distinct conversations, they were a bit muffled through the door. She already knew roughly what Holly was doing – she had already told her that she was going to entertain Emily for a little bit and give her something to drink, before introducing her to the plans for the evening.

Finally, she heard her leading Emily to the bedroom door, and the conversation became clearer.

“You first, babe,” she heard her say.

The door opened. And Emily’s face was a picture when she saw what greeted her.

Fighting back her nerves, Sophie gave her a shy smile and a little wave.

“Oh… my God,” Emily breathed. “Is this really happening?”

“Yep,” Holly said, proudly.

“Wow. I had a few thoughts in my head about what you might’ve had planned for tonight. But I didn’t expect this!”

She went and sat down on the bed, opposite Sophie. Reaching out, she tenderly brushed some of her hair behind her ear.

“May I?” she asked.

Sophie nodded, bashfully. batman escort Emily placed a hand on her cheek, leaned in and kissed her. At first, it was a soft, delicate kiss with her lips gently brushing against Sophie’s. Then she felt her tongue pushing into her mouth, and allowed it in. Their tongues entwined, and Emily’s kiss became more passionate.

After a good minute of this, Emily turned to see that Holly had slipped her dress off, revealing the dark blue, lace lingerie she had on underneath. She gestured for her to approach, and started kissing her as well.

Watching them, Sophie absent-mindedly started rubbing herself. The crotch on her bodysuit was already starting to get wet, just from the kiss. She had kissed one other girl before, quite a few times, but they had been clumsy and rushed, the kind that teenagers shared when learning how to do it. This one had been slow, careful and tender. It was amazing.

When Emily broke off her kiss with Holly, she turned back to Sophie, and there was a look on her face that she had never seen before – a look that was so full of lust that it looked almost feral.

Without breaking eye contact, she lifted her hips up, reached under her skirt and slid her panties down her legs. Once they were off, she got up and crawled over to Sophie.

Grabbing her by the legs, she pulled her down the bed, and climbed onto her. She kissed her again, and then started kissing and suckling her neck. Sophie let out a gasp as she did so, and then a moan when Emily removed one of her breasts from behind the thin fabric of the bodysuit and started to suck and nibble it.

Behind her, Holly had pushed the dress up a little. She spread her pussy lips and started to hungrily eat her out. Emily moaned into Sophie’s boobs, but continued her attention, removing the other boob from its hiding place and alternating between the two.

She stopped what she was doing and slid the dress up over her head. Throwing it aside, she reached behind her and unclipped her bra. Now fully nude, she climbed further up Sophie’s body – drawing a small yelp of protest from Holly as her pussy suddenly got pulled away from her, and she had to chase it. Taking each boob in her hand, one-by-one, she began to feed them to Sophie.

“That’s it, suck on them, baby,” she whispered. “Show ’em some love. Ooh yes, baby, yes!” She exhaled loudly as Sophie suckled, and as Holly continued to eat her out.

With two girls working on her, Emily’s moans began to get louder and louder – she was reaching orgasm far quicker than either had known her to. But after a minute, she stopped them.

“Hold on,” she said breathlessly. “I have a better idea. I’ll lie down flat. Sophie, you go down to the end and eat me out. I’m really, really close, and I want you to bring a girl to orgasm for your first time. Holly, you come up here and ride my face. It’s your turn for some attention.”

Both girls acquiesced, and each moved into their new positions, with Holly removing her underwear and climbing up onto Emily’s face. At the other end, after removing her bodysuit, Sophie lay down between Emily’s legs and stared at her soft, hairless and bright pink pussy, which had been taunting her for the last few years.

Sophie started with a few experimental licks – she was surprised to discover that she liked the taste. She hadn’t been sure what to expect, but hadn’t expected it to be as pleasant as it was. Remembering something from the most recent video she’d watched, Sophie began to carefully but firmly massage around the lips, teasing them with her tongue and very gently biting on them.

The moaning at the other end of the bed indicated that she was on the right track.

Carefully spreading Emily with her hands, Sophie searched for, and eventually found her clit. Sucking it into her mouth, she began to roll it around on her tongue. This drew a very immediate response. Grabbing her by the thighs to hold her steady, Sophie buried her face in Emily’s pussy and began to eat her out.

At the other end, Emily was ecstatic. With Holly riding her face, and Sophie proving such a natural at eating pussy, she was having the time of her life. Before long, she was screaming loudly into Holly’s pussy as her orgasm hit. Emily normally took a long time to cum, but when she did, hers were extremely intense. It was difficult for her to concentrate, but she managed to keep up with Holly’s thrusts, and even in the throes of ecstasy, she managed to bring her to climax as well.

As their cries continued, Sophie kept up her pace, trying to prolong Emily’s orgasm as long as possible. Her pussy had become even wetter as her juices spilled out of her, and Sophie hungrily lapped them up. Listening to the girl she had fantasised about for so long making that noise was heavenly. Tasting her was another level above that.

Finally, though, the noises began to die down, and Holly climbed off of Emily, lying down by her side. They crawled into each other’s arms and started to kiss. Unsure about what to do, Sophie gave Emily a few last licks, and then awkwardly crawled over to join them.

When she got there, Emily released Holly, turned over and started to kiss her as well. For the next few minutes they just lay there, in Emily’s arms, while she took turns kissing them.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are consenting adults over the age of 18.

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After the last art class, the Headmaster decided the students had had enough sculpting. He judged Robin’s work as the best, and Valerie’s as the second best. As a prize, he left a package in their room. They opened it to find a game called Suits and Shots.

The game included a bottle of wine and a deck of cards, with a note that said “Since you enjoyed the last game so much.” More importantly, he permitted them to play – as long as they followed the rules.

The cards were separated into two decks: face cards and aces in one, and the remaining cards in the other deck. The rules looked fairly easy: start with the non-face cards, draw one, follow the instructions on it, and then remove it from the deck. If you draw any Ten, switch to the face-card deck for the rest of the game.

Valerie went first and drew the Three of Clubs. She read the rules on the card. “Let’s see… it says: remove one article of your clothing.” She took off a sock (both girls already had their shoes off) and tossed it on the floor.

Robin drew the Two of Hearts. “Hmm, I get to remove one of yours, but I have to do it using only my mouth.” She leaned down and grabbed the top of Val’s other sock with her teeth, easily pulling it off.

Val drew the Seven of Diamonds. “Drink a shot – without using your hands. If you spill any, remove any clothes that got wet. Hmm.. that doesn’t sound too hard.” She poured a shot, and then leaned down and took the glass into her mouth. She slowly tilted it up, letting it flow into her mouth. But she wasn’t ready for the strong taste, and the glass fell as she coughed, splashing onto her skirt. She unzipped and wiggled out of it.

Robin reached over and felt her roommate’s panties. “What are you doing?” Val asked. “Just checking to see if your panties are wet too,” she replied, smiling. “Well, they may be wet, but it’s not because I spilled wine on them.”

Robin drew the Nine of Spades. “Oooh… remove all of your clothing above the waist… hey, that’s not fair!” Robin laughed. She wasn’t wearing much – just her blouse and bra. She removed both, exposing her soft round breasts.

“Five of Diamonds: You and a player of your choice each drink a full glass of wine. Whoever finishes rize escort last removes two articles of clothing.” She filled two glasses and handed one to her roommate. “Ready?” Robin nodded. “Go!”

Both girls started to drink, but Val finished first. Robin removed both of her socks. “That’s strong; I’m not used to drinking wine,” Robin confessed.

She drew the Eight of Hearts. “Massage another player for five minutes.” She had Val lie face down and began to massage her feet. She slowly worked her way up her roommate’s calves and thighs. “Mmm… that feels great…” Val moaned.

As she massaged Val’s lower buttocks, Robin’s fingers brushed against her panty-covered labia. “You’re right… your panties are wet,” she teased as she rubbed harder before slipping her hand under the soft damp cotton. Val spread her legs to give her roommate better access. “Oh yes… just like that…” she whispered.

Robin stopped and pulled her hand back out. “Sorry, time’s up,” she said before leaning down to kiss Val’s bottom. “Hmmphf,” she said, disappointed, and took the deck from Robin.

Valerie drew the Six of Spades. “Spank another player six times. Well, at least I get some revenge,” she chuckled. “Lie across my lap,” Val instructed. “Too bad you still have your skirt and panties on.” Robin reclined across her roommate’s lap and then lifted her skirt above her waist.

“Hah!” Val exclaimed. “You’re a brave little flirt, aren’t you?” Smack! Smack! She swatted one cheek and then the other. “Mmm… harder please,” Robin teased. Val pulled Robin’s panties down, exposing her bottom. She applied two more swats to the bare flesh, making it jiggle. Robin’s pale bottom was turning pink.

She caressed the smooth soft skin for a minute before applying the final two smacks. “Thank you, ma’am,” Robin responded as she slid off her roommate’s lap and pulled her panties back up. “Hey, you got my leg all wet!” Val laughed. Robin smirked and took the deck.

She drew the Ten of Diamonds. “Take a shot. Remove any article of clothing (yours or another player’s). Repeat as desired. I guess it’s my chance to catch up,” she said. Val handed her a shot. She found this one was much easier to drink than the first one.

She leaned toward her roommate, unbuttoned Val’s blouse, and removed it exposing her pink bra. Robin held her glass out for a refill; Val obliged. She drank the shot a little slower; she was starting to feel the effects.

Although she didn’t sakarya escort like the taste, she was enjoying the sensation. She finished the shot, sat her glass down, and slowly lifted Val’s bra over her head. Val lifted her arms. Her breasts – not as large as Robin’s, but very perky – jiggled enticingly as the bra slipped over them.

As Robin moved even closer to pull the bra off, Val lowered her arms over Robin’s head and pulled them together for a kiss. The cards were forgotten for a moment. They kissed passionately for several minutes, exploring each other until Val guided Robin’s mouth down to her breast.

Robin sucked on her roommate’s nipples, teasing them with her tongue as they stiffened in her mouth. She considered taking another shot but was already light-headed. “Oh, and it’s a ten, so we switch to the face cards now I guess,” she said as she passed the new deck to Valerie.

Val picked the King of Spades. Her eyes widened as she read: “Choose another player. With their eyes closed, that player must insert the cork into your vagina. When the cork comes out, you must drink a shot.” She handed Robin the cork.

Robin closed her eyes and reached under Val’s skirt. She moved aside her panties and explored with her fingers. She could feel the soft curly hair and the dampness between her lips. She worked the cork in slowly, using her middle finger to push it in deep. She opened her eyes, handed Robin the remaining cards, and then licked her finger while Robin watched.

Robin drew the Jack of Clubs. “The other players remove all of your clothing.” Val had Robin’s stand as she unzipped her skirt. She knelt in front of her as she pulled it down. Then she slid her thumbs under her roommate’s panties and eased them off, exposing her bright red pubes.

She leaned forward to kiss her mound, but the cork slipped out as she did. “Oops!” Robin said. Val laughed and filled her wine glass. Robin finished it; she was feeling warm and dizzy.

Val drew the Ace of Hearts. “Uh oh…” she said, reading the card. “Remove any clothes you are wearing below your waist. Lie on your back with your knees pulled up. Then have the player who drew before you follow the instructions on the wine bottle label.”

She slipped off her panties; both girls were naked now. She reclined on the bed as instructed, and pulled her knees up as far as she could.

Robin read the rules to herself. Lubricate the player’s asshole with your tongue. samsun escort Then insert the neck of the wine bottle as deep as you can. Tilt the bottle until all of the wine flows out. When the bottle is empty, tell them to follow the instructions on the cork.

Robin leaned down and gently spread Valerie’s cheeks. Then she began licking, starting at Val’s clit and ending at her asshole. Val was already quite wet. Robin pushed into tongue into her asshole, spreading as much saliva as she could.

“Oh…” Valerie moaned. “I think… I like this game…” Propped up on her elbows, she watched as the young redhead bobbed her head, licking and tongue-fucking her. But then her moans stopped as she felt something hard and cold pushing against her asshole.

“Oww… That feels too big… what are you doing?”

“I’m sorry. Try to relax… it’s almost in,” Robin replied, sympathetically.

At last, the neck of the bottle pushed past Valerie’s tight sphincter, and into her ass. As instructed, Robin tilted the bottle up. Val could see it now and she felt the cool wine as it emptied into her. About a third of the wine was left; it took a few minutes but finally, the bottle was empty. Robin eased it out and handed the cork to Val.

“What is this for? Am I supposed to plug my ass with it?”

Robin laughed. “I don’t know… The label on the bottle said you were supposed to follow the instructions on the cork.”

Val took the cork and read it. She turned to Robin. “Lie down on your back.” Robin did.

“Now open your mouth.” Val straddled her roommate’s face and lowered her asshole over the girl’s open mouth. “I hope you’re thirsty.” She squeezed her abdominal muscles, releasing a stream of wine for her ass straight into Robin’s mouth.

Valerie tried to control the flow, and Robin swallowed as much as she could, but it was too much, too fast. The wine spurted out across Robin’s face and neck and drenched her breasts. Finally, the flow stopped.

Val slid off her roommate and then leaned over and kissed her deeply. She licked the wine from her neck and then her breasts as her hand caressed down between her roommate’s legs. She sucked gently on one nipple and then the other, moving back and forth as her finger rubbed up and down between Robin’s moist lips.

“Oh yes… don’t stop…”

Val smiled at her. “Don’t worry, I won’t.” She handed the cork to Robin, who read it.

“Hey! All this says is Game Over!” Val laughed and slid her finger into Robin’s wet pussy.

The Headmaster sipped his glass of wine as he watched the girls via the hidden camera while his other hand slowly stroked his hard cock. He finished his wine and speed-dialed a number on his phone. Sister Anne answered sleepily. “Yes, Headmaster?” “Come to my office now.”

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All I wanted was an oil change and front-end alignment. Being new in town, I asked the motel manager if there is a good mechanic in town. He suggested Tony’s Auto and it’s just down the street. Perfect. I’m staying at the motel until the work is finished on the two-room house I had just purchased.

I pulled into Tony’s lot and walked toward the open bay. I saw the mechanic under the hood doing his magic. I didn’t want to startle him, so I said in a quiet tone,

“Hello, how are you, sir?”

The mechanic slowly came out from under the hood, and I was looking into the prettiest brown eyes I have seen in a long time. OK, Jim, defense mode and it better be good.

“Holy cow, I beg your pardon. I am so embarrassed.”

She stood there for a minute with her hands on her hips. Oh, man, I am in deep shit. Finally, after tormenting me for a full minute, she started to laugh.

“Are you surprised to see a female grease monkey? Things like this do happen. My name is Antionette or Tony. I learned to work on vehicles in the Army. My dad was into cars, and I just got the bug from him. How can I help you.”

“I need an oil change and a front-end alignment on my “99 Ford Taurus. I know she’s old, but she runs pretty well, and I just can’t part with her. I call her Baby Doll.”

“I understand. You guys have more of a love affair with your car than the ladies. Can you leave Baby Doll? I can probably get to her tomorrow. Will that work for you?”

“That’s cool. My name is Jim, Jim Brody. I’m staying at the motel until they finish working on the house I just bought. It’s the old Murphy’s place. I love the “old” that the place still has.”

“Where’s a good place to eat?”

“You HAVE to go to Suzy’s Supper Stop. She has a killer burger, or the best roast beef you will have this side of the world. And, disclaimer, I’ve known Suzy since grade school.”

I thanked Tony for her advice. As I was walking out of the bay door Tony yelled after me,

“Just as a heads up – Suzy is a girl. No surprises this time”

We had a good laugh over that. Little did I know how this meeting would affect my world.

I felt like a stuffed turkey when I left Suzy’s. The seven-block walk to the motel seemed like seven miles. As passed Tony’s Auto, I laughed at myself again.

The following day, I got a call from Tony. She was apologizing like crazy.

“Jim, I’m sorry, but I won’t have Baby Doll finished today. The Sheriff stopped by with the squad car. It keeps stopping on him, so I had to bump you.”

“Hey, Tony, no problem. I work from home, so there is no problem. Just let me know when she’s done, and I’ll pick her up”

“You’re a doll, thanks a bunch.”

On Friday, I was getting ready to head for Suzy’s, when there was a knock at the door. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so I was curious about who it could be. I opened the door and got the shock of my life. It was Tony, but not Tony. It was Antionette. I must have looked like a fool just standing there mesmerized by this beautiful “grease monkey”.

“Tony! Ah, Ton, a, I mean Antionette? You’re beautiful!”

“Thank you. I hoped you would approve. You allowed me to work on your Baby Doll, the least I could do, is return it to you properly.”

“Good God lady, you didn’t have to do all of this, I mean you’re beautiful, but just for me, I mean.”

“When you’re done stammering, you can take me to dinner at Suzy’s in Baby Doll. I am a lady, so I do want to go in style, and on the arm of a good-looking guy.”

“I AM honored. It will be my pleasure to escort a beautiful lady to dinner. And, may I add, not just anyone is special to sit in Baby Doll. No one in fifteen years has been allowed to grace her passenger seat.”

“Jim, you are one of the best bullshitters I have heard in years.”

Tony and I stood in the doorway laughing and enjoying the moment.

When we got to Suzy’s, Suzy had her busboy open the door with a towel over his arm and escorted us to the table. With a gallant wave of his hand, he presented us with the menu. The entire time Suzy is behind the counter laughing like crazy.

Tony and I had a great meal. The roast beef was divine. When we were finished, I asked Tony if she would like to have a drink or two.

“The Town Hall is a nice place. I think you would like it.” Tony suggested.

It was a very nice place. We found a table by the wall and ordered our drinks. The music was romantic to match the atmosphere. We exchanged backgrounds and other stories of our past.

Tony was left at the altar. It still brought a tear to her eye. I told her about how I almost married, but she changed her mind, per her rich father. So, life continues.

The Town Hall was closing, and I asked Tony where she lived so I could drive her home.

“Tony, you look beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I hate for the night to end. But it is late, and I know you have a business to run.”

“Jim, just drop me off at the shop. I have an apartment behind it. It’s my home.”

“Antionette, I may get shot bitlis escort for this, but tonight, I don’t want to walk you to a bay door to say goodnight. My house will be done next week, and I would like to take you to the hotel, but I can imagine what the town would say. I can offer you the other bed in my motel room, with all the privacy it will allow. What I’m trying to say is, I mean, you look so — “

“Jim, you’re stammering again. To tell you the truth, I would be so disappointed if you would drop me off at the shop. I have been hoping you would ask me to go home with you. I know you’re at the motel, but I also know you. Jim, I trust you and I am very attracted to you. I want to go home with you. I want to spend the rest of the night with you.”

We were just in time to purchase some beer and wine before the Grab and Go close. I told Tony, I will go in because I don’t want to start any gossip. She smiled back at me.

When we got to the motel, it was the beginning of a wonderful night. I put the beverages in the mini cooler and turned to Tony. She was unbuttoning her blouse, but I had to interrupt her, I took her in my arms, and gave her a long deep kiss. Tony let out a soft moan even though our lips were still connected.

We had our arms wrapped around each other and I began kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear lobes. She was kissing my neck and rubbing my back. We parted, slightly, and I was looking into her beautiful brown eyes. She locked her eyes on mine and began to remove her blouse. Then she lifted my shirt over my head smiling while she let her bra drop to the floor. Our lips met again, and our tongues began to enhance the lust that was building. I began to unzip her jeans and slide them over her hips. She pulled back from my lips and looked into my eyes with a love I have never seen from a woman.

Tony put her hand on my jeans and felt my erection. She gently grabbed it through my jeans and let out a sensual sigh. She unzipped my jeans and pushed the to the floor. She had me step out of them. She did the same with my briefs. Her hand wrapped around my stiff rod, and with her other hand, she removed her panties. Lifting one leg then the other, she pushed them to the floor and stepped out. She put my erection between her silky thighs and began moving back and forth with me between her legs. It was maddening. I wanted to throw her on the bed and attack her, so to speak, but I could not break the sexual mood Tony had set.

She touched my shoulders and obediently sat on the edge of the bed. She knelt between my legs and began licking my cock. Slowly up one side and down the other. Without notice, she sucked me into her mouth and didn’t stop until the entire shaft was in her mouth. I was losing my mind. Her mouth was a sexual vacuum. I was losing control quickly. It was as if she knew I was getting close, she stopped sucking me and turned her attention to my scrotum.

Tony was licking and sucking my balls like her plan was to suck them until their contents erupted through my shaft. I looked down at her and she was looking at me. She had a smile on her face that said she knew I was her sexual captive. I belonged to her.

With one quick maneuver, she had my cock in her mouth. This time she did not stop until she drained me. When I thought I had nothing left she continued. I almost passed out.

“Did I make you happy?’

I looked at Tony, sitting back on her heels, “You have no idea how wonderful you have made me feel. Not my beautiful Antoinette, I hope to give you the same feeling of pure ecstasy.”

I helped her from the floor. She looked at my cock and smiled knowing she had given me so much pleasure.

I wrapped my arms around my sensual partner and began giving her a long kiss. I then turned her around so I could place my limp cock between her butt cheeks. I was kissing her neck and fondling her swollen breasts. Her nipples were hard, and I made sure they received a good rubbing from my thumb and forefinger, as I began to pull on them. She let out a soft moan.

I gently laid her on the bed and lay next to her. When she looked over at me, she had a look of anticipation and desire. I pulled her to me and started kissing her again. It wasn’t long before I began to kiss and suck her full breasts. As soon as I started Tony inhaled sharply and let out a long low moan. Somewhere in that moan, the word “yes” sounded. I would alternate sucking her breasts and nipping her hard nipples. Then I crawled on top of her.

When I was on top, Tony spread her legs and I was able to nestle my torso between them. As a distraction from sucking her breasts, I slowly slid my hard cock into her waiting womanhood.

“Oh, yes.” Tony sighed

Stroking her hot sex sleeve and sucking and nibbling her nipples just made Tony a sex machine. She began humping back at every stroke. Sometimes she would hold my head on her breast as though she was having a mini orgasm. But I had other plans for my seductress.

I pushed away from her bolu escort and withdrew my cock from her. She looked at me like she was going to cry and whimpered. I slid down and put her legs over my shoulder. I looked at her with a smile of passion. Her eyes went wide, and she started to pant slowly. I placed my mouth on her wanting pussy and began to lick ever so lightly. She mewed and pushed her pelvis forward, but I kept her at length. I sucked her clit into my mouth and started spanking it with my tongue. Tony was starting to whimper. I eased up and again lightly licked her soft wet woman’s lips. She let out a sound of disappointment.

After a few seconds, I began giving her womanhood the real attention she deserves. I would lick her sweet opening up and down for several seconds and then descend on her clit. This time I sucked it into my mouth and began to spank it in earnest with my tongue. Tony grabbed my head and started bucking against my demanding tongue. I continued my oral onslaught until it happened. Tony let loose with a volcanic eruption of her female orgasm. She covered my mouth and chin moaning yes.

I released my arms from her legs. They dropped to my side. I looked at Tony, she looked exhausted. A sexually satisfied woman.

She reached out her arms to me. I lowered myself on her. She was smiling and still panting heavily. Then the look of realization came over her face. I was sliding my hard cock into her steaming pussy again. I started my slow stroke as I looked at her beautiful brown eyes.

She wrapped her legs around me and grabbed my ass. I gently slid my demanding staff into her wanting opening. With every stroke, she let out a moan or a whimper. It wasn’t long before our orgasms united inside her.

The sun was just rising to greet Sunday when the two lovers went to sleep in each other’s arms.

Tony and Jim went to Suzy’s for lunch, too late for breakfast. When they walked in the door Suzy just grinned, and Tony blushed.

“Nice to see you two up and around again.” Suzy chuckled at them as she poured the coffee.

“What would you like to have?”

Jim had ham and eggs and Tony wanted sausage. When she ordered Suzy looked at her and began to laugh, “I guess you want patties, probably had enough link last night.”

They finished lunch and Tony wanted to go to the park. She wanted to talk to Jim.

“Jim, I love you, you know that. But there is something you need to know. There was a reason I was left at the altar. It was his way of getting back at me when he found out Suzy and I are lovers. When he talked to Suzy’s husband, he filed for divorce. Suzy and I got even closer. We were both devastated.”

Jim sat there for a second thinking of how he would approach the subject. and turned to Tony.

He looked her straight in the eye and Tony began to her inside.

“Tony, I know.”

“You know? How could you? I didn’t tell you and I doubt Suzy would say anything. How?”

“The way you two look at each other. I just knew there was a special bond between you both. Before you say any more, let me have a minute. I understand, it is not an issue for me. There will be times when you and Suzy may want to be together and have private time. It’s okay. She is a great person, like you.”

Tony looked at Jim as if in a trance of disbelief. She was visibly shaking now. Her eyes never left Jim’s and she began to tear up. As the first tear started its journey down her cheek, one from the other eye decided to follow suit. Tony jumped at Jim and wrapped her arms around him.

“Oh God, Jim. Are you sure, do you feel that way? Honestly?”

She was crying and whimpering with her head buried in Jim’s neck. She started to sob.

When she had finally recovered, she pulled her head from the safety of Jim’s neck.

“I love you so much.”

They sat for several minutes discussing the new lifestyle they were approaching. When Tony’s phone rang. It was Suzy. She was curious about how the conversation went. Tony related the entire scenario with tears of joy streaming from her shining brown eyes. During the conversation, having a dinner celebration came up. Tony looked at me and I agreed. The dinner would be at the Town Hall.

Precisely at seven, Antoinette, Suzette, and James arrived at the Town Hall. The ladies looked fabulous, and James was dashing.

James helped to seat the ladies and ordered a nice bottle of wine to begin the festivities. They casually enjoyed the wine and then ordered. Nowhere in the world were there three happier souls. After dinner, James ordered another bottle of wine. The slowly enjoyed his choice of wine and prepared to leave. They motioned for the waiter.

When the waiter came to the table, he inquired if everything was to his satisfaction. Then the waiter asked if there was anything else. James said nothing else was needed and the food and service were excellent. The waiter handed James the check and said,

“Your signature if you would please.”

James signed the check burdur escort and helped the ladies from their chairs. They were looking at each other in total disbelief. Who was James Brody? Just signs for a dinner at a nice restaurant.

While Tony was getting dressed, Jim called ahead and made a deal with the owner. He gave the owner his credit card and asked him to ad twenty percent for the waiter. He never told the girls.

It was a Saturday afternoon, and Jim had a project he needed to finish for a client. He was elbow-deep in his work when Tony came in with a sandwich and cold soda. She set them on his desk and turned to leave. He looked up and smiled at her and said thank you. She knew there would be these times, just like times when she would be late for her shop.

Around three-thirty, Suzy knocked on the back door and waved. Tony let her in and met her with a hug and kiss.

“Jim is butt deep in a project; I take it.”

“Yes Suzy, I took him some lunch at one, and he said he was about finished. He looked tired”

“Tony, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Suzy asked with an impish mischievous smile.

“Ah, yes I am Sweetheart, yes I am.”

Jim came out of his office, and he looked very tired.

“Amen. The Thomason project is in the folder just waiting to go to the post. That one got thicker than I thought it would. My ass is dragging. Tony, thanks for lunch, that was so sweet. Hey Suzy, how is my Lady?”

“I’m doing good. I’m not staying, Tony said you were working hard, and you do look like you could use a hot shower and a nap.”

“You talked me into it. Ladies, if you will pardon me.

As soon as Jim left the room, the two girls started to giggle. Suzy made a mad dash for the door telling Tony she would be back within thirty minutes. Tony was off to the races. She waited until Jim was finished with his shower, then she hopped in the shower and started to get ready. She was in her robe while she was putting leftovers in the oven, but she didn’t turn the oven on. Then she rushed back to the bath for the finishing touches. She had just run back into the kitchen when Suzy gently knocked on the door. Tony motioned her in. They looked at each other in anticipation.

“We’re bad, aren’t we?”, Tony said.

“I don’t know about that, but for the first time, we better be damned good. I’m starting to — “

“Don’t say it, Suzy, I’m getting hot enough.

Jim crawled into the kitchen and came to a dead stop. Seeing the girls dressed in their sexy bedroom attire and makeup would draw any man within fifty feet. Jim was speechless. Tony had dressed for him many times but seeing the two together was almost more than his heart could take.

“Jim, a, you see, Suzy and I were going to have some time together. I put dinner in the oven, but I forgot to turn the oven on. How about if you go into the living room and I’ll bring you a beer? As soon as dinner is hot, I’ll come and get you.”

“I can do that. Why don’t you girls go on with your plans?”

Suzy took Jim by the arm and led him to the bedroom. He looked at her trying to process what was happening. The door closed; Jim turned around to see Tony there with a beer. She had her seductive look and Suzy had a look of desire on her face. They removed his robe and briefs and set him on the edge of the bed.

Tony sat next to him and started kissing him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. Suzy was kneeling between his legs and started licking and sucking his balls. Tony lay back with Jim and held her breast for him to suck. He had just started sucking Tony’s breast when he felt his erection being swallowed by Suzy. This went on for several minutes when the girls stopped to change positions.

They put Jim completely on the bed. Tony lowered her wet opening to Jim’s mouth and Suzy mounted his cock. Tony was rocking back and forth almost in unison with Suzy riding up and down on his cock. He was trying to lick every ounce of honey from Tony’s sweet, scented pussy, and Suzy was determined not to leave one sperm in his balls.

The threesome continued their sexual adventure amongst moans and groans of pleasure.

Tony was the first to orgasm. Her heavy breathing, the smile on her face full of lust, the final moan as she released her honey into Jim’s mouth. She turned to look at Suzy. She was riding Jim and rubbing her clit. Tony went over to her and placed a breast in her mouth. With that Suzy began her orgasm. Her riding of Jim’s cock continued. Without warning, Jim grabbed Tony’s hot round ass and buried his head in her wet opening. Within seconds of doing that, Jim was exploding inside Suzy. With each shot of lava Suzy would moan. When he had finished, Jim gently helped Suzy from on top of him. The threesome lay on the bed exhausted.

After a few minutes, the breathing was almost back to normal. Jim put his arm around the girl’s neck and pulled them close. They moved Jim’s hand to their breast and let out a soft sigh.

“I must admit ladies, I am speechless. I never expected this wonderful moment to happen. I thought we agreed that you two could have your private time together.”

Suzy said, “We did agree to that. But Tony and I have been talking. We have an opportunity to be ourselves, but we also have a man that cares about us and will take care of us.”

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** This is my 100th story on Literotica. it’s a major milestone, but I don’t intend to stop here. Let’s go for 200.**

This is the 3rd part of a story which continues Chloe’s timeline from “Riding With Dirty Girls,” and “Chloe Rides Again.” You can probably get something out of the sex scenes in isolation, but for background, you probably need to have read the other series’ first.

This is a work of fiction. A figment of the author’s imagination. It is not meant to be big on realism. It’s a fantasy. The culture around world-class women’s cycling probably isn’t a hotbed of lesbian lust, but wouldn’t it be fun if it were?

All characters are fictitious, and any that are involved in sexual activities are over 18.

***

Chloe’s Return Pt. 03

Groan. That bloody alarm! I fumbled to silence it, then snuggled close to Helen again. Oh, I really didn’t want to leave this elysian bed. It crossed my mind that, perhaps I could feign an illness and quit the race…

I ran my hand over Helen’s waist, sweeping up to her hip, and encountered the dressing pad covering her big bruise and scrape. One of a number of bruises and scrapes she’d been carrying since Stage 1. She must have still been quite sore, but Helen was brave and resolute. She wasn’t quitting. Neither was I.

I groaned again, but now my feet were on the floor.

Breakfast at 7:30 is never a pleasant thing but, as usual, the goodies on the table brought me a little succour, and by the time we were heading out to the airport I felt almost normal.

Today, we were flying to Zaragoza and we were being ferried to the airport in taxis, as our team bus and cars had left hours ago — in the middle of the night — with most of our luggage, bikes, kit etc. to drive the 700 + km. A 7-hour trip.

The rest of us – all 120 riders still left in the race – would fly there in less than 2 hours, on a specially chartered plane, and would meet our team buses for the final 40km to the start of Stage 5.

Honestly, the logistics of a race like this are MAD, especially when you think that the other 20 teams in the race would all have similar arrangements. Not to mention the convoy of trucks carrying race equipment etc. MAD.

Anyway, we went through all the airport malarkey, and were soon in the air, and heading north. By 11.30 we’d be in Zaragoza, and a 40 minute bus ride would then take us to the stage start.

I was hoping to sit with Helen on the plane, but she had, of course, arranged it so that she sat with Lucy. They were the couple, after all, even if a rather loose and open couple.

I noticed Trude and Marlen were sat together. Hm, OK. Pam was sat with Stella, and Gigi with Aimée. There was a lot of potential for lesbian pairing going on, but not for me. I ended up with Selina, which was also OK. She’s bright and stimulating company. An easy travelling companion.

I wondered what Licia was doing. Would she have brought Lisa into “our” bedroom again? I thought about that, a little broodily, but then decided I was OK with it. This was the kind of relationship we had, by choice, and I knew I was always her number one, as she was always mine. I snapped out of my reverie.

There was a nice buzz on the plane, with 120 girls all nattering away. It was a great feeling of conviviality. I chatted to Selina and thought to myself, Yeah, it’s OK this pro cycling lark.

***

Stage 5: Gallur-Logroño. 136km

The fifth stage was just a bit of a filler really. It was a straight run along the bottom of the Ebro valley, almost completely flat and not especially long. It would probably take less than 4 hours, which was just as well with a 2pm start time.

It would take us into the heart of the famous La Rioja wine region, which was a bit of a bummer for me. A nice Rioja tinto is a favourite tipple of mine, but none would pass my lips on this occasion, despite it being promoted everywhere in the vicinity. I would have to keep the clampers on.

With such a flat and relatively short stage, the sprinters would be licking their lips at the prospect of a bunch sprint finish but, as mentioned before, we didn’t really have a sprinter in our team, so our main focus would be looking after our GC ambitions; controlling any breakaway, and just staying up near the front of the peloton and out of trouble.

We had two riders on the virtual GC podium, and Zara too was not completely out of contention — she was still in the top 10 overall – so we would take no interest in the sprint, and would simply try to make sure we didn’t lose any time through silly crashes or anything.

I say we would take no interest, but I was secretly rooting for Mae. It would be great if she could take her first victory before she turned 20, and I could imagine Molly glued to the TV at home, willing her on at the stage finish.

Mae was in a slightly unfortunate position really, being in the same team as Marieke Vox (Protime Femmes). Vox was still considered the best sprinter in the world, so all the team’s effort, leadout etc. would be focussed gebze escort on her.

I just hoped they’d let Mae stay in the draft, and not do too much work. If she could arrive at the finish fresh, I could see her winning the sprint. Marieke had already shown signs of weakness recently. Surely it was time for a changing of the guard?

As we started to gather for the start, I sought Mae out for a good luck hand clasp, and then found her team mates Gigi and Aimée and murmured to them. ‘Look after Mae.’ It was not my business to tell another team’s riders how to ride, but I just thought I’d put the idea into their heads, or reinforce it if it was there already.

We rolled out on another hot, blue-sky afternoon for a 4km neutralised section, and when the flag dropped at km 0 the attacks started immediately.

There seemed to be a lot of riders who didn’t want a bunch sprint, and who fancied their chances of making a breakaway stick and, on a course like this, their chances were way better than on the Sierra Nevada, for example.

A break of 14 riders eventually got clear, and we were informed that the group included Leonie and Inga — Molly’s other two neo-pros — as well as the Austrian, Franka Stellner of Vista Maxx, who was quite a dangerous rider on GC, being less than 6 minutes behind Lucy overall. This was a break that Amstel-Rabo would need to control if they wanted to defend the red jersey.

So, Molly had three hopes for victory on this stage; Leonie and Inga in the break, and Mae if it came down to a bunch sprint. For once, I wouldn’t be the focus of her attention and I liked that.

The peloton ticked along at a comfortable pace, and I had a nice time, chatting to whoever happened to be alongside me. There didn’t seem to be much urgency, and we’d covered half the distance before we became aware that the break’s lead was 5 minutes and growing. If Amstel let them have much more, Franka was going to be in virtual red.

No other team was going to chase because most of them had riders in the break, including us; Trude was up there.

Eventually Olga got on the front (you could almost hear her sigh as she did so) and she was joined by Ariana Tolsen, Toya Rennser, and Abby Stockton – Amstel’s three domestiques. The pace cranked up a few notches, and the peloton went from a kerb-to-kerb crowd to a long, graceful teardrop.

Lucy, Suzy and Pam tailed their team mates, with others in close attendance, including our team, and it was great to see Helen up here with us, doing her bit. She was obviously feeling better.

The break’s gap reached a maximum of 5.20, then started coming down, and the peloton gained momentum as more riders came to the front to do some work. One of those riders was me.

As a GC contender, and one of the leaders of our team, I was entitled to stay in the bunch, drafting and conserving energy, but I had decided I wanted Mae to win, and for that to happen, the break had to be caught, so I spent a little time working to keep the pace high.

I could imagine Molly seeing this on the live coverage, and muttering at the telly, ‘What the hell is she doing?’ etc. Not only would she see it as knuckleheaded thing to do, but I was also helping to chase down Inga and Leonie. I could almost see her look of consternation.

From my point of view, I didn’t see it as a problem. I felt super-strong, so I didn’t think The extra effort would cost me much. It was good TV exposure for me, and it was much more fun than sitting in the wheels all day.

Anyway, the gap started tumbling, and by 10km to go, we had them almost in sight. It was time for me to fade back into the bunch.

I dropped back gradually, and managed to say ‘Go Mae’ as she moved up and overtook me. I stayed behind her, at the tail end of the Protime Femmes train, and just tried to send her positive vibes by the power of telepathy. Not really, but I was sure she knew I was in her corner.

By the 5k to go banner, the game was up for the breakaway and the peloton started its wind up for the finish. I relinquished Mae’s wheel and just concentrated on staying out of trouble as all the sprinters’ teams started fighting to get near the front. Go Mae.

We swept into Logroño like a host of avenging angels in full cry, building up to the crazy speed a bunch like this can achieve; over 60 kph.

I glimpsed Mae, still on the back of the Protime Femmes leadout train, then she was lost in the general melee ahead and I subsided into the relatively spacious positions at the rear of the bunch. We’d all be given the same time (ST) anyway.

We roared through the finish, and from my position it was anyone’s guess who had won. Turned out it was a photo finish between four riders, and we milled around, waiting for the result to be announced. Then the display blinked into life.

1. Mae Snijders (TPF) — 3:53.03

2. Marieke Vox (TPF) — ST

3. Jude Choon (TIS) — ST

4. Astrid Nistrom (TVV) — ST

YAY!! You’re not frowning now, are you Molly?

Mae had become gümüşhane escort the youngest ever winner of a Women’s World Tour race, and I was so pleased for her.

She was in tears, and everyone wanted to hug her, so I had to wait my turn, but then I put my arms around her and said ‘Brilliant, Mae. I’m so proud of you.’

She stopped blubbing and looked at me, meaningfully. ‘Thank you Chloe… Oh, God, Molly will be so happy,’ and she burst into tears again.

At the podium ceremony, I looked at her, up there on the top step, still a little tearful, and I had tears in my own eyes, especially when she threw her posy of flowers to me. This was almost as good as winning myself. I suddenly understood what domestiques get out of the sport.

It was good to see Jude up there too. After her win on Stage 2, she was really making her mark. She was an American (though quite obviously of Chinese descent) who had been doing great things on the US scene. This was her first European stage race, and she already had one stage win and a podium; not a bad first attempt.

I looked at her, with her compact, sturdy but feminine figure, and her appealingly oriental grin, and I wondered… She was on Team Insta-Schwalbe — Licia’s team — and as soon as I was back on the bus I called Licia to see what she knew about her.

We talked about Mae’s win and how I’d played a tiny part, then the subject of Jude came up, but I was to be disappointed. Licia knew nothing. ‘No, I only know her by seeing her name on the team roster, and of course seeing her now in the Vuelta… Have you got designs and desires, Chloe?’

‘Maybe.’

‘Ooo, you’re terrible. Every woman is a potential target.’

‘Not EVERY woman,’ I protested.

‘Well all the hot ones.’

‘Hey, you’re not so bloody sweet and innocent yourself. I bet you’ve had that Lisa over again this week, haven’t you?’

‘Maybe ‘ I couldn’t almost see that mischievous little grin of hers.

‘Well, anyway, if you can’t help me, I’ll have to find out about Jude from somebody else.’

‘Try Becca, she seems to know a lot… and Chloe?’

‘What?’

‘Good luck babe.’ Oh God, she’s such a find.

I called Molly, and enjoyed her excitement over Mae’s win. The tiny part I’d played wasn’t even mentioned, and that was fine. It was a win for Molly and Mae to savour.

Molly was fast becoming one of the most successful coaches in women’s cycling, and I could see her being approached by one of the top teams, to recruit her as a team performance coach. I realised there was no question that if that happened, and it wasn’t my team, I’d have to follow her, to whatever team it was.

Then an idea hit me. Molly was keen for me to renegotiate my contract. Maybe I could offer to bring Molly to the team as part of the package? It wasn’t something to talk about now, but I resolved to raise the subject with her as soon as the Vuelta was over.

Next order of business was to install ourselves in our team hotel, have a shower, and then dinner. I was especially looking forward to dinner.

We were in the Hotel Siglo, which was a huge place. So big that four teams were staying there; Canyon-Zipp (us), Amstel-Rabo (Lucy’s team), Insta-Schwalbe, AND Protime Femmes.

Wow. By my rough mental calculation, that meant a total of at least 9 lesbians, even without including Debbie. I could see the likelihood of multiple room swaps on the horizon.

I was with Helen again, as usual. Gabi seemed to always put us together now. She obviously realised that it was the favoured arrangement. I noticed that Trude and Marlen were regular room mates too, and that could also be a very nice arrangement, I’m sure.

Tonight was going to be a little different though. With Lucy in the same hotel, the temptation for Helen was going to be too much, and I wasn’t surprised when we were getting ready to go to dinner and Helen raised the subject.

‘I’d really like to bring Lucy here tonight, Chloe. Would you mind?’

I knew what she had in mind, but I decided to be mischievous. ‘Not at all, I could quite fancy a threesome with you and Lucy.’

She chuckled, ‘No, but…’

‘It’s OK Helen, I know what you mean,’ I said. ‘I’ll see what other swaps are being suggested. It’s about time you and Lucy had some 1 on 1 time together, I think.’

She smiled. ‘Thanks, Chloe. You are the best.’

Dinner was a wow, with all four teams eating in the same large comedor, with a long table each. It was lively and convivial, with some good-natured teasing flying from table to table. A great atmosphere.

After the meal, a social group started to form in the lounge. Helen was there, as were Lucy, Marlen, Trude, Gigi, Pam… I quickly joined the group when I realised this was a gathering of the lesbians. We were soon joined by Aimée, Stella, and then… Jude.

‘Hey girls. Hope you don’t mind me gate-crashing but Maisie told me about your cool little club. Sounds like fun. Can I join?’

OMG. I didn’t need to ask anyone about izmir escort her. Here she was, ASKING to join our “cool little club.” I didn’t waste my opportunity. ‘Yeh, hi Jude, of course you can. Welcome.’

‘I didn’t even know you were gay, Jude,’ said Stella, voicing what I was thinking.

‘Oh hell yeah… I have a few playmates back in the States, but I’m in Europe for the whole of this summer, so…’ She gave a little smirk. ‘Looks like it might be fun.’

I gave her a devilish look. ‘It will be. Starting tonight if you want.’

The other girls were all chuckling at my direct approach. ‘Oo, claws straight in, huh?’ said Jude.

‘I’m not one to let grass grow under me feet, everyone knows that, Jude.’

‘Yeah, you do have a reputation.’ That reputation again.

‘Who’s your room mate?’ I asked. I’d already decided not only that I would, but also that I wanted to. In fact, that I was going to. She seemed up for it, so why beat about the bush?

‘Works out well, actually,’ she said. ‘I was rooming with Ellen Murren, but she’s gone home sick so I’m all on my lonesome. You can fill the gap if you wanna?’ I think she was as bad as me, or maybe just equally horny.

I looked at Helen and Lucy and they were smiling at how well this was going, and I said to Jude, ‘Let’s go.’ We definitely weren’t wasting any time. Our pants were virtually on fire.

We left the other girls to whatever pair-ups they were arranging, and headed up to Jude’s room. There was a definite sense of urgency. Partly because we were just horny, and partly because we had another tough day tomorrow, and we didn’t want to have a late night. It was just going to be a quick and dirty fuck then get our heads down. That’s what I thought, anyway.

‘Are you a top or a bottom, Chloe?’ she asked, as we were in the lift to the 4th floor. At first, the question threw me, because I don’t tend to use those terms.

‘What? Oh, erm…’ I struggled to think of the word… ‘I’m a switch. I love it both ways.’

‘She beamed, ‘Me too, but I’m a bit more top than bottom. Do you like anal?’

That one was easy. ‘No.’

‘Hmm, pretty firm on that one huh?’

‘Yep.’

‘O-K.. What about pee?’

I felt like I was being interviewed. She was a rare one, this girl. ‘No, well… No.’

‘Some hesitation there?’

‘Well, I have experimented… slightly. First time by accident…’ I told her about Maisie’s peegasm in the shower at Brussels, and my experiment in the bath at home.

‘But you didn’t take to it?’

‘No, not really. I can see why some people find it erotic, but not me.’

We arrived at the room and she let us in. ‘You do like pussy juice though?’

‘Well, yeh. You wouldn’t last long as a lesbian if you didn’t, would you.? Just tits and fingers?’

She burst out laughing. ‘Oh, I like you, Chloe. You’re dry.’

‘Well, actually, I’m not,’ I said, with a saucy look.

‘That’s good, cos neither am I… Are you a squirter?’

It was my turn to laugh. ‘God, you don’t pull punches you, do you?’

‘No. No point. Just wastes time… Well?’

‘What?’

‘Squirter?’

‘Errm, sometimes. It depends. I think I’m more of a dribbler, or a drooler.’

‘Ha! Sounds like fun’

‘What about you?’

‘Oh, I’m a terrible squirter. Get me really turned on and there’s no stopping me.’

I was finding this conversation immensely stimulating, especially since it was going to lead to the very things we were talking about. My nipples were like bullets, and so were hers. I could see them showing clearly through the Schwalbe polo shirt she was wearing.

Jude was turning out to be a total trip. Confident, candid, bold and vivacious. To look at, you’d say she was 100% Chinese, but everything else about her was, to my English eyes, very American. In fact, apart from her looks, she reminded me most of all of Maisie, and I never thought I’d meet someone else like her.

‘You said Maisie told you about our little club. Have you known her long?’

‘Oh yeah, Maisie and me… we go back a ways. Right back to the USA Junior Cup. We were best buddies. Even lived together for a while.’

‘Oh, wow. So you were lovers?’

‘No, I wouldn’t say that. We were friends and housemates who sometimes fucked, that’s all. Still do, sometimes. When I came over, last month, I stayed with her and Sabina in Zurich. We had a blast… They’re up for anything, those two.’

I could imagine… The three of them… What a combination.

‘Anyway, much as I like talking about sex, I’d rather be doing it.’ She was already stripping, and I followed suit until we were both naked and our clothes were strewn all over the place.

She stood facing me, hands on hips, so I could look at her, so I did the same, and we chuckled.

‘Always best to look the goods over before buying,’ I quipped.

‘There’ll be no buying. All this is for free. You like?’

I did like. She was quite compact, a little shorter than me maybe, with a certain curviness to her. I guess her physique was typical cyclist in some ways, with big legs, a slender upper body, and small boobs. Not all that dissimilar to me.

‘You’re very cute, Chloe.’ She said. That word again. I keep getting called cute. My nose is cute, my tits are cute, my pussy is cute… I guess it’s not a bad thing to be.

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Bonnie Falls Into Love 01

Tim was my older brother Jim’s best friend, three years older than me. When I was just eighteen, Mama said I was beautiful, but nobody’d asked me out yet– I thought she sort of had to say that to me. So, I was eighteen, in my senior year, and I was tall and thin, long legs; I ran cross-country which was a fall sport in my school, both girls and boys, at five thousand meters, I was second next to this really tall boy named Paul, and every once in a while, if I got off fast enough, he couldn’t run me down in time… breathe, Judy.

So, it was April and I got home from school. I had run for practice since cross-country season was in the fall, but I thought I might try at college. My coach said since I was five-foot-eleven, I could be pretty good. We lived in the state of Washington, on the west side of Puget Sound, just outside this old town of Bremerton. There was a Naval shipyard that was built during World War II, and it was a maintenance yard for aircraft carriers, submarines, and other ships.

All the boys wanted to get jobs there because of the security of medical benefits and a good, steady paycheck. Play softball, get married, have some babies, live in one of the inky dinky houses. Look at me putting them down, and I’d never been on a date, and was afraid to talk to a boy where I was literally paralyzed with fear and shyness. I’d get all flushed if some boy came towards me, and I couldn’t think nor hear for my heart beating.

I got home and was talking to Mama and she knew something was wrong. She walked over to me, wrapped her arms around me– and I don’t know why– but I started bawling and hiccupping. She held me tightly and patted me, and I almost stopped; then, I heard something and opened my eyes. There was Tim, and Jim too, watching me, looking so sad and worried– I started again.

Never had I cried so hard; it was like my soul was running from me. I heard Mama say, “Go,” with anger in her voice.

Finally, I was laying my head on her then-sopping shoulder, and my breathing slowed down. She walked us out to the living room, and I sat down next to her, still held tight. She looked at me and raised her eyebrows.

“I’m eighteen, Mama,” I declared, “I can’t even look at a boy without blushing and shaking. Forget even talking to one! I want to be like you and have babies and a husband and it is so not happening, and, and…” I started sniffling again. “The prom is in three weeks, and nobody’s asked me, and I’m so ugly, and if I had nice breasts like you, they, for sure, would have been after me, but I’m flat as board. Why me?!”

The crying burst forth again. After a while, I wore myself out and curled up on the love seat and slept.

Bremerton was way north on a map, so in May, the days got really long, with the sun setting around nine at night. Mama had taken my shoes off and put on a long T-shirt of Jim’s, and there was a note that said ‘shopping. dinner. in fridge–Mama.’

I got a water bottle and there was a plate with cucumber, tomato, and Swiss cheese slices, and some red grapes. I took it back to the love seat and nibbled on the snacks, little bites that were near perfect. I was so thirsty, I went back to get two more water bottles, and just drank and nibbled, putting the damage in the sink when I was done. I went back and lay back down and fell soundly asleep.

I blinked my eyes and stretched, looked at my phone; it was almost eleven in the morning, and the house was quiet.

I thought I’d get running to the State Park, which was a few blocks from the house, where there were a bunch of trails, and overlooked Rich’s Passage; maybe I would see some of the ferry boats. I put on a thong, and a pair of my daddy’s old school shorts, who had passed in Iraq when I was four. Mama said I took after his side of the family, with my dirty-blonde hair, which I put up in a high ponytail with a black scrunchy. And after putting on my trainers, I was out the door. It was in the low sixties and there was a crisp breeze, which is normal for May.

I wanted to take it easy, to stay around eight-minute miles, which is leisurely. But, sometimes, if you run hard every day, you don’t take a day off; you cruise, get loose, and pamper your muscles, to just help get all the lactic acid out, so that I might be more aggressive Sunday morning.

Jim’s T-shirt must have been from junior high, as it was tight across my chest; with the breeze off the water, the cotton fabric was rubbing my nipples, and they got hard as the rubbing continued.

I had learned this in IT language class that C++, an old development language, that a simple teaching program to create was called a ‘do-loop’ and my nipples were a half-inch long and it was hard to ignore what the do-loop was doing to my nipples.

Then this tall, red-headed man came out of a side trail, and just took up running next to me. He was tall, maybe six-foot-six, and was wearing a University of Washington rowing crew shirt, and long, gold bayburt escort shorts to capture the Husky colors of purple and gold. His legs seemed to go forever, and he was wearing purple Adidas trainers that must have been a size fourteen, at least.

“You’re a runner, obviously. What’s your objective this morning?”

‘How’d he know I’m a runner,’ flashed through my mind. “Umm, I’m doing eights as a wind down from the week for twenty five minutes, and drop to two tens to warm down, and then do sevens for ten thousand tomorrow. How did you know I’m a runner?”

Nonchalantly, he replied, “Well your ass and your legs are exquisite.”

My mouth flew open. “Excuse me! You perv,” and burst off from the dickwad old man.

But within ten strides, or so, he was easily loping beside me.

“Easy there, Flicka. You’re Judy Martin, right? Sissy’s daughter?”

I just stared at him not responding, and ran harder to get away, which was not going to happen.

He said, “Your mom sent me to get you and for you to come home for lunch; she has an announcement to make.”

I cut across the grass and up the hill to the street which was a big incline, and he did not stay with me. I cut across the street and through a grade-school friend’s yard, and made it my home before him. My mom was in the front room in a light-yellow sundress with daisy flowers, and she held her left hand out to me– showing me this huge diamond ring, and squealed at me.

Everyone was there, Jim and Tim; I could not, would not, tell my Mama what the perv had said to me. P

I asked her, “Who is he?”

“His name is Bart Green and he’s the head of mortgage lending at the bank, Bremerton National, where I work. He’s hot,” she squealed, and then hugged me.

Mama was thirty-seven, five-foot-six with red hair, and had so much jiggling happening when she moved in any way. Turn her head, and those huge boobies went with her a nanosecond later, and banged into each other; her ass and thighs must have been sixty inches around, I didn’t know for sure. She must have weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds.

A couple of years after daddy died, she told Jim and me that she had to get on with life, and was going to join a dance club on Friday and Saturday nights, and that Grammy Martin would stay with the two of us those nights.

Bremerton was a small place– one high school and a community college, so by the time we were in junior high, we started to hear about how Mama was fucking some girl’s dad, that the girl was pissed, and she let us know about it.

So stupidly, I asked, “Sweetie, how do you know that?”

“Sunday morning, mom was bent over a chair, nude, with her hands and legs tied to the chair legs, and she’d been whipped all over her back by your mom. My dad was tied to the bed, with clothespins on his nipples, his foreskin and his ball sack.”

I said, “Bullshit!”

She showed me the pics on her phone, and I apologized. “I had no idea at all. My dad’s been dead for ten years now and she told us she joined a dance club. Please send me the pics, I’ll see if I can do something.”

I’d never been so mortified. I told Jim and showed him the pictures. He said he’d known for a while, and had been talking with Grammy Martin, who thought our mother was, and he quoted, “A very sick cunt.” She was going to talk to a lawyer to see if she could get custody of us. She was going to talk to Mama Tuesday night.

Whatever happened, it didn’t go well for Grammy in one way, but in another, it was okay. We had to piece it together later, when we were in high school and Grammy and Mama went on sex cruises to Jamaica, where they met some very nice Jamaican women and men. They started going on those cruises a couple of times a year. Mama would say she’d never seen Grammy so happy.

For one reason or another, Gramps did not go.

I approached her about the girl at school, and I got to understand the law of unintended consequences, up close and personal. Mama started bringing people home after dancing nights.

Men, women, old ladies, college students, gay men– the commonality they had was if they were not already totally submissive, after mom had at them, they were utterly owned by her. They would be moaning in ecstasy as she beat them, whipped them and fucked them.

Jim and I had the mortification of seeing and hearing friend’s parents, older kids, grandmothers, ministers fucked senseless over the course of a weekend.

Mothers made to fuck other men, cuckolding their husband in a very public way. His friends fucking his wife, and he would hear his beautiful wife scream his friend’s, or his brother’s, or his dad’s, or her dad’s name, as they filled her with their cum. They would always be telling the cuckold how his little pecker would never, ever do for her. Then, he would have to clean her slop pit that was her cunt– and the men’s cunt– never to be his again. Oh, and clean dicks off, too; then thanking bilecik escort Mama for setting her free.

There was never any sweet love back for the cuckold from the wife, thanking him for allowing her to be the slut she’d yearned to be, just humiliation. There were more than a few divorces by abandonment and some bodies found in Rich’s Passage.

Judy and Jim talked, as he got ready to graduate high school and go away to college, about how ugly it all was, and how they were appalled at where her mom seemed to be going, with little or no care about the impact on her kids.

He told Judy to focus on running and make friends during the cross-country season. Judy knew it was the right advice and she did, but it was just with the girls on the team. Jim installed a bolt lock on the inside of Judy’s bedroom door and reinforced the frame and bought her some soundproof headphones, which allowed her security and the release uninterrupted sleep gave her.

Back to the present, no prom date, and Mama’s fuckwad fiancé, who had hit on Judy her new reality.

Mama quietly knocked on her door, quietly saying, “Open up, baby girl, I have a surprise for you.”

Judy had pulled her headphones off during the night, and could hear her, so with a groan, she stretched X and padded barefoot to open up the door. Mama had a dress bag over her arm, and jiggled her way into Judy’s bedroom, and hung the bag over the window valence. She unzipped the bag, pulled out this lilac gown, and held it out for Judy.

“Put it on, baby girl, put it on,” she said, in a high pitched voice.

Judy took the dress and knew it was very expensive; it was silk, actually. She arched her eyebrows at Mama.

“One of my dear gay boyfriends works for a Paris haute couture house, doing design work for the in-house people to finish up on. He wants so much to be open and out as a woman. Try it on, baby girl.”

Upon the reveal, Judy saw that it had a very high neck and completely open back, that there was a deep slit in the front and back, as the dress would open up to an inch or so below her crotch and ass.

Wordlessly, she pulled off her T-shirt and shorts she slept in, and stood there in a pink thong and nothing else. She pulled it on slowly over her head, careful not to tear the neckline, pulling it down across her face. She tucked her chin in, and it slid down, resting several inches up on her neck, almost as if there was a built-in choker.

Mama gently pulled down, so that several inches of her butt crack were exposed, and her hard glorious ass was fully displayed, with her pink thong being openly shown.

The slits in the front and back showed the thong in front and her pink untouched rosebud as she turned around. Mama came up to me, reached out, and softly twisted both her nipples under the silk. Both long, thick nipples poked outrageously through the silk, and Judy realized the silk was sheer and they could be seen. Her untouched cunt immediately started leaking. i

Mama’s nostrils flared as the musky, sweaty aroma filled the room. She said, “I told you, baby girl, you’re beautiful before and I tell you now, people will seek you out to fuck you and you will crave that now and always will.” She paused, and then loudly said, “Boys, come in!”

They must have been just outside the door, because Jim and Tim quickly came through the open door and they were topless, just wearing long shorts, and sweating as if they’d been working out. Their smell of sweat invaded her nose and mouth and her chest heaved when she saw them half-naked. She was staring, as were they– Tim’s blue eyes and Jim’s green eyes, holding the glance. ‘Sweet Jesus, she knew!’ she thought, ‘Mama was right!’ In her heart, she knew they were both going to fuck her, and regularly.

Mama said, “Boys, what do you think?”

Jim said, “We want to take you to the prom, both of us! Okay?”

Without consciously understanding it, Judy slowly moved to the boys and reached up with both arms, and put them around Jim’s and Tim’s necks. First, she softly kissed Tim on his lips, her tongue tip gently touched his lips, and before Jim could react, she turned and repeated it with her brother. Her legs were against their quads and she felt the twitch of Tim’s cock, and a nanosecond later, Jim’s, too. She started grinding back and forth, first one thigh, then back with the other.

Mama gently pulled Judy away a foot or so. “Baby girl, in the back, the thong shows and looks tacky as fuck, and in front, that riot of wet, black forest has got to go. It’s not blonde like the hair. Don’t you think so, boys?”

Mama gently tugged the dress up, showing the thick, black bush escaping the front of the thong. P

She continued, “Obviously, we get you a full wax or even laser it off permanently; although, I know many older men and women, who will rant that eating cunt with a bush is half the treat, sucking on and pulling the bush is good for massive orgasms, and, bingöl escort of course, piercings in the clit and lips, too. Oh, and tattoos, too, but maybe not for prom night.” She chewed on her lip, then said, “Judy’s temperature control is seemingly broken, as she is so hot and her cunt seems to have turned into an aerosol spray.”

Judy was twisting slowly, as Mama asked the questions, and she involuntarily reached up, rubbed her nipples and moaned hoarsely, and looked at the boys. “Isn’t somebody going to fuck me? Fuck, what is wrong with me? Please, maybe teach me how to do everything. I love both of you. Please God, I’m going to die here if nobody touches me.”

Mama came to me, carefully pulled the dress off, and whispered in my ear, “Baby girl, it’s in our blood. You’re a slut. I fucked daddy’s friends when he was in Iraq, too; it’s what we do. You’re going to break their hearts, have fun, baby. If you blink, they will come running. But so will so many others. Don’t embarrass them publicly.”

Tim sank down in front of me, and pulled my thong down to my feet. I stepped out of it, and he grabbed my ass, pulling my cunt into his face. His tongue felt long and flat, as big as a cow’s tongue front to back, and my cunt gushed some more, and my hips rotated circularly. I pressed his face hard into my mound, pulling the back of his head into me.

And Jim– oh fuck– Jim was kissing me hard and his cock was standing straight up against my hip. My hand found the head of his cock on its own, and I softly pulled it on it with my long index and middle fingers, and he moaned in my mouth. Then Tim, sweet baby Tim, started flicking my clit with his tongue and then he was literally sucking on it. My clit must have been so long and I exploded! My legs couldn’t hold me, but Tim held me up, and Jim’s cock sprayed all over my side and hand, as he bellowed in my mouth.

I opened my eyes and Mama was pulling on her nipples, stuck her tongue out at me, and slipped out my door. I pulled my hand up to my face, and licked my cum-coated fingers and tasted Jim’s cum which was bitter and salty, sort of like salted peanuts that were slimy. I decided cum was just fine. I gently pulled on Tim’s cock head and he looked up at me.

I said, “Come here, baby.”

He stood up, and I kissed him. Our tongues darted in each other’s mouth, mine still full of Jim’s cum and his with my cunt-cum.

“Baby, you’re both my lovers and there is going to be so much cum in my cunt and mouth, and I’m sharing everything. Doesn’t it taste good and salty?”

I dropped to my knees, pulled his shorts down, and his long, thin cock was leaking badly. I licked all around the head, he was salty but sort of sweet, and I wondered if every guy’s cum was different. I knew that sucking dick was going to be its own reward. I was able to get the first two inches and then three, and I started humming on his hard dick which was like a badminton racket handle. He grabbed my head with both hands, and I swallowed and it went well down into my throat. I couldn’t breathe, and started banging my hands against his hips. He pulled out of my throat, and I sucked in a massive breath of air through my nose.

He said, “That’s right, breathe through your nose, sweetness!”

Just like that, my face was buried in his rough pubic hair, and I was inhaling air through my nose. His cock seemed to swell, then I could feel his balls on my chin, pulsing– and I knew he was cumming in my throat, straight into my tummy. It would not stop, I swear, it was a couple of minutes, but it might have been thirty seconds. I didn’t taste him though, as none of it was in my mouth. It was so exciting to suck him off– my first blowjob. I would have to remember to ask Mama for some techniques to try. It was like Christmas morning in May.

I asked, “Who is going to fuck me? I’m still a virgin, and don’t worry, before we’re done, I’ll fuck both of you, okay?”

They were looking at me like I was a unicorn they saw for the first time.

“Please don’t hate me, but when we go to the prom, I do not want to not be worrying about bleeding on my dress and we’re going to fuck on the dance floor and in the car, I mean I’m seeing it as my slut coming-out party.”

They were still quiet and then I thought of something and ran to the door and opened it, and Mama almost fell in; she’d been listening. P

“Mama, I need to get on the pill, right? Do you have any, umm, prophylactics?”

Mama let out a belly laugh causing a tsunami of tits, belly rolls, and chins to move. She said, “Let me see what you’re working with,” as she looked at their already hard dicks. “Oh baby, you’re so lucky, and I have some extra-longs that will work just fine.”

Tim picked me up and carried me to the couch and gently laid me down and was between my legs kissing and nibbling softly on my thighs. I wanted to take his gorgeous cock deep into my pussy, which seemed to ache by then, and my hips were rolling up against his face.

“Sweet– fucking– Jesus, will you please just stick that huge thing in me and fuck me all night long.

“Shiiiit, fuck me!” His fat, thick, long cock plunged through my hymen. “Ohhhh, that hurts!”

He stopped immediately. “Are you okay, baby?” in a deeply soulful voice, asking me.

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