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(so there are a lot of people to keep track of in this one – quick reference at the beginning of characters making an appearance. This is my first foyer into like a true orgy type of situation to my apologies! I’ve been wringing my hands that its too complicated to be fun but… I enjoyed it)

Cast of characters –

Chris – our male protagonist. Works at the beach location. Bangs Jane a lot. Some other people, too.

Jane – our female protagonist. Works at the beach location. Bangs Chris a lot. Some other people, too.

Alison – our female co-lead. Works at the beach location. Into everyone. Not as monogamous as she pretends to be.

James – works at the beach. Published author. Fucks Jane sometimes.

Alan – Top boss of the bookstore.

John – Manager at the beach.

Sally – Manager at the flagship store where the store today is set..

Susan – Manager at the West End store

Paul – Some guy. Good looking. Works at the Flagship store.

Kalin – some guy. Works in the West End store.

David – Manager of the North location.

Lance – PRH rep, was probably a major hunk in his day. Still has a certain older-man charm

Geoff – PRH Rep, young, good looking

Harold – PRH rep

Lisa – Mendall Group rep

Heather – HCP rep. Big boobs, nice clothes.

Mousey-looking girl – works at the West End store (for people keeping score, she’s the star of Tentacle Sex though unnamed there as well)

***

Jane gripped Chris’s head in her hands, she bit her lip to stifle a scream that was threatening to escape. Chris was holding her legs wide apart and licking her clit. The space heater hummed quietly in the bookstore’s basement, bearing near-silent witness to the resolution of a bet.

“Fuck, Chris.. Chirs!!!!” Her hips bucked, but Chris held on, even as his face was drenched.

“Fuck, fuck!” Jane released Chris and fell back onto the pile of books that were being packed and shipped tomorrow. Chris got up from kneeling on the floor while Jane caught her breathe.

“What was that?”

“That?” Chris wiped his face with some paper towel, “was you losing a bet.”

“What?”

“You squirted. I told you I could make you squirt and you said it wasn’t a real thing.”

“It was awesome. I don’t even know if I can explain what that felt like. Isn’t it just pee?”

“No one knows. I don’t think we have the science to explain it. Whatever it is, it’s super hot and I’m glad I got you to do it.” He smiled, tossing the paper towel in the trash. “What should your punishment be for losing the bet?”

“Mmmmmm, I like being punished.”

“I think I have something special in mind for you this time. It’s publisher’s night on Monday, right? I get to choose your outfit.”

“Mmmhmmm, and? I’m sure that’s not it.”

“And,” Chris continued, “you get to be my slut for the night.”

“I love being a slut for you. I love doing what you tell me to do.”

“I know; I’m going to make it a little more interesting. I’m going to tell you who to flirt with.”

Jane bit her lip. This was different.

“And who to fuck.”

This was definitely different.

“Deal.”

***

“Man, I look forward to publisher’s night every year,” Chris said. He and Jane were walking together from the subway. They weren’t going to their regular store, but to the largest location. It had enough room for the joint staff from the different stores to hang out and get acquainted.

“But this year is going to be amazing.” Chris gave Jane a pat on the ass and playful squeeze. He did choose her outfit but Jane felt he was being very conservative. Well, for the most part. She had a sweater on (it was November, afterall) that had a nice, drooping neckline and an exciting bra underneath. Chris said that was essential to get her flirt on – give them something to look at. She was also wearing a leather skirt which she had been dying to wear. She didn’t think he’d ask her to wear any panties but he wanted her to wear a thong (typical) – because he liked watching it get pulled to the side when she was getting fucked. He said the added friction was fun.

“Hey you two,” Alison jogged across the street waving. “Got any fun plans tonight?” After they had all fucked in the basement Alison… well, had become a bit of a sexual confidant. Chris had opened up to her about his feelings about Jane, their relationship, and his various sexual frustrations and desires. Jane, too, had someone to talk to. And someone else who could eat her out if Chris wasn’t able to. She realized she would have to tell Alison about the squirting incident. She wasn’t sure if she should be embarrassed or smug. Probably smug. Chris seemed to enjoy getting his face drenched. Serves him right, she thought, for all the times he’d covered her face in cum.

“Depends on your definition of fun,” Chris winked. Alison rolled her eyes.

“I know what your definition of fun is. So fun plans then, yes?”

“Jane is going to do what I tell her to do tonight. She’s going to be a very good girl for me.”

“Oh?”

“I’m going to flirt with whoever he tells me to.”

“That’s it?”

“And fuck them. If he tells esmer gaziantep escort me to.”

“Can I get in on this?”

“Excuse me?”

“Can she flirt with me?”

“Obviously. Honestly, I don’t see the two of you making out tonight I’m going to consider this night a bust.”

“If making out is the bar you’re setting, I’m going to blow you away.”

Jane felt a twinge of jealousy watching them flirt. She also felt a twinge of heat between her legs. She was excited for tonight! She had talked to most of the other store’s staff over the months and years but had very little opportunity to actually interact with them. She knew some of the staff from years ago when she’d worked at a different location but most of them had gone – the only ones who were left from back then were some of the full-time staff who had been there for years. None of them appealed to her particularly, as they were mostly older, crabby women. She wracked her brain just trying to imagine any of them being even remotely fun in bed and… just a lot of no.

Lost in her reverie, Jane hadn’t noticed that they had arrived outside the store. One of the staff members unlocked the door from inside and ushered them in. Chris gave Alison a pat on the ass as he held the door. Jane saw it and glowered. Chris just winked. He held the door for Jane, too, but she crossed her arms, annoyed already.

They went in and took off their coats. People were still arriving – the presentations didn’t start for another 20 minutes or so. Food was en route, some snacks – cheese, crackers, fruit and some drinks – were already laid out. Jane scanned the room for people she knew – a few familiar faces were here already – her old boss, Sally, the top boss Alan, the other managers, David and Susan, and a host of part- and full-time staff that she didn’t know – or at least, didn’t know the faces of. There were also a few guys in suits who were publisher reps, she guessed, as well as a… I guess she looked like a librarian, but a very shapely librarian at that. She had the rimmed glasses and sort of wavy hair. Pencil skirt and blouse.

Otherwise, there was very little that caught Jane’s attention. Except the cheese. She drifted over to the snack table and helped herself.

Chris was being his usual personable self – he’d been to all the stores at one time or another, sometimes covering for the warehouse manager making the deliveries and picking up returns. He had somehow managed to engage three young, attractive women in conversation. Where were the young, attractive men? She caught Chris checking out the low neckline of at least one of the girls. She seemed to notice, too, but didn’t seem too upset. Chris looked over his shoulder at Jane and then nodded towards the door.

In walked a vision – tall, dark, handsome – he took off his jacket and Jane could see his muscled arms. He brushed his hair back and looked at her. Jane looked back at Chris who shook his head and nodded again. Behind the tall, handsome fellow was a… the only word Jane could think of was ‘nerd’. A nerd. She winced, looking back at Chris who nodded and tipped his beer towards this poor, unwitting dork.

Chris excused himself from the gaggle of young women and attended to his poor Jane. “You don’t want Paul,” he tilted his head towards mr Tall Dark and Handsome, “you’ll fall in love and he’ll break your heart. Now young Brad on the other hand… you’d leave him wanting more. But you won’t give it to him.”

“I hate you.”

“I know. First though let’s warm up with dear Alison. She’s missed you. Go say hi.”

Jane wrinkled her nose, but did as she was asked.

“Hi Jane.”

“How’s it going so far? I don’t think I’ve seen you do anything too untowards tonight yet.”

“He told me to warm up with you.”

“Oooh,” Alison smiled. “I don’t even know what that means but I’m eager to get started before this whole nonsense gets started. You know what would be hot?”

“What?”

“Feed me a piece of that cheese.” Alison nodded to the plate Jane was holding. “Trust me I’ll make it sexy.”

Jane took a piece of cheese and held it out for Alison.

“Put it in my mouth.”

Jane hesitated just a little bit but took the piece of cheese – brie – and put it delicately in Alison’s mouth. Alison took Jane’s finger in her mouth and just gave it a little suck. Not much, but enough to get Jane’s attention, and it turned out, the attention of a number of guys in the room.

“Mmmm, that was good,” cooed Alison in Jane’s ear. Jane could feel the stares. Alison leaned in and nipped Jane’s earlobe.

Jane felt flush. A hot, sexy flush. Alison smiled and went over to the snack table, leaving Jane alone.

Alan cleared his throat, “I think now is a good time to get started, don’t you think everyone?”

Catalogues were handed out, introductions were made. Penguin Random House had sent three of their sales reps in attendance – Harold, Lance, and the newer guy (which Jane called in her head “the young hot one”) Geoff. Harold and Lance had been around forever – Jane had heard stories about Lance back in the heyday of publishing gaziantep esmer escort – the late night martinis in hotels, swapping librarians between rooms. It was a weird wild time. She’d heard he once did a sales call with a librarian still tied to his bed. He had a sort of hot dad look about it – kind of crinkly like Daniel Craig, not built like him obviously, but there was a youthfulness to him and a glint in his eye. Lance was a little younger than Harold, in better shape, but seemed more serious. And Geoff… Jane smiled… would be perfect. Well, nearly perfect. Perfect-ish. She didn’t know what his kink factor was. If he was vanilla… Jane frowned. No way he’s vanilla.

The Harper Collins rep was next – Heather – she was the curvy girl with dark-rimmed glasses. She looked like a librarian on the brink of going bad. Jane was sure she’d be a lot of fun in bed… if she were into girls. She wasn’t, she reminded herself, but if she was she would love to bury her face in Heather’s boobs.

The last rep, Lisa from The Mendall Group, was running late. Which was fine because she was presenting last and PRH always ran late, and Heather, Jane had heard, tended to go on.

PRH started – as expected, it was a long, but interesting, presentation. Chris nudged her part way through and nodded towards the nerd he told her to hit on. Jane looked, and saw him just staring at her. “His name is Kalin. He’s from the store out in the west end. I told him a little about you. I think he’s into you already.” Jane sighed inwardly. She was eye-banging Geoff. “Go talk to him.”

“What? Now?”

“Remember the deal?”

Jane sighed and drifted to the back of the store where Kalin was waiting.

“Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes,” Kalin whispered.

Jesus Christ, Jane thought. Chris looked back at her and gave a little, obnoxious wave. What did he tell Kalin about her?

The store bathroom here was tiny. Like, one person could barely fit comfortably in there, let alone two. Jane counted to sixty, and then sixty again, took a deep breathe, and went to the back door. The bathroom was located in a shared hallway with other stores in the small mall that the bookstore was in. The door was open slightly. When he heard the door to the store open, Kalin popped out and waved Jane in.

“Sit on the toilet,” he said. She did as she was told, and Kalin squeezed in. He was oppressively close, and seated on the toilet, Jane’s face was already in his crotch. “Unzip my pants and pull my cock out.”

Jane reached up and could feel Kalin’s cock, already hard in his jeans. She looked up at him while she unzipped his fly and reached her hand inside. She was pleasantly surprised with what she felt. Long it wasn’t, but girthy would be the best word for it. She pulled it out and it practically leapt in her hands. One of his hands was holding up his t-shirt, the other was bracing him against the wall. Jane stroked it gently, every touch seemed to send a jolt of electricity through him. Clearly he wasn’t used to a woman’s touch.

Jane gently kissed the head, then the shaft, kissing down until she reached the base. Kalin’s eyes were closed, he seemed lost in his own world. Jane took the head in her mouth next, tasting his pre-cum as his cock twitched and jumped in her mouth. He moaned. Loud. Loud enough that Jane was worried people in the store might hear. But she didn’t let that stop her. Kalin responded to her touch, thrusting his hips towards her, filling her mouth up with his fat dick. She held onto his shaft to keep Kalin from choking her, but she did love the feeling of having her mouth forced open. If he didn’t cum soon she was worried she might hurt her jaw.

Kalin stopped bracing himself and grabbed her hand away from his cock. He pushed his cock in all the way to the root – Jane felt his balls against her chin as he pushed deep before pulling out, giving Jane a chance to catch her breath. It didn’t last though – he pushed his dick in her mouth again, fucking her face with it. Jane felt tears welling up in her eyes – if she had been wearing eye makeup it would be running down her face. Finally, Kalin pulled out.

“Take off your shirt, I’m gonna cum on your tits,” he jerked his cock furiously in Jane’s face.

“What? You can’t cum on me here – I have to go out there again!” Jane held her hand up in front of the tip of his cock, prepared to shield herself from any ejaculate that threatened to erupt any second from his dick.

“Shit!” He kept jerking. Jane looked around for any escape and didn’t see any options – she grabbed his cock and leaned forwards. She took his balls in her mouth and sucked, keeping the cockhead aimed over her shoulder. She felt his nuts tighten and he nearly fell over. She jerked him off, his semen painting the wall behind her, only stopping when she felt the last dribbles trickling down her hand.

“Get out,” Jane said, “I have to clean up.”

“What about me?” Kalin protested.

“Well do your pants up, you’re fine. Get out.”

Kalin zipped himself back up and slunk out of the bathroom. Jane washed her hands and checked gaziantep esmer escort bayan her hair to make sure no errant semen splattered in it. It hadn’t, thank god, but the wall behind the toilet was plastered with jizz. She hoped no one would take a black light in here because it would be obvious to anyone looking at what had happened.

Jane waited another minute and went back to the store. PRH was just wrapping up. She walked briskly over to Chris.

“What did you tell him?”

“Me? Well… you know he just left?”

“What?”

“What did you do to the poor boy?”

“Shhhhh,” Jane hissed. “I’ll tell you later. Don’t use the bathroom.”

“Gross.”

Alan was back at the front announcing the next speaker, Heather. They would take a short break and then resume.

Alison sauntered back over to the pair with a wry grin.

“I think I’ve got those two girls interested in… I don’t know, something.” She nodded towards a pair of ladies from the Bloor West store. “I sort of lost track of what we were talking about. I think they definitely want to fool around with me. It’s not what I was looking for but I mean…” Alison looked over again. One of them, a mousey-looking girl with short hair and big brown eyes looked back and smiled. She was slight, and had a leather jacket on and tight black jeans. “She might be fun.”

“Well we’re on break for a little while anyhow. I’d suggest the bathroom but someone made a mess in there already.” Chris smiled. Jane shoved him.

“Ooh nasty. I’ll see if she wants to make out in there when the presentations start again.”

“Good luck! I need to find someone new for Jane…”

“Don’t take too long! I’ll see you guys soon.” She waved to the mousey-looking girl who followed her to the back of the store.

The librarian-looking chick was up next. Jane couldn’t help but notice Chris eye-banging her. She wasn’t beautiful or anything but she got what he was oogling her for. The young lady, Heather was her name apparently, learned forwards and Jane caught herself looking down the top of her blouse. Whether on purpose or by accident she seemed to have left the top couple buttons undone. Jane noticed that almost everyone seemed to be looking at exactly the same thing. Heather looked up suddenly and apologized for the delay. Everyone snapped their attention quickly to other things, hoping she didn’t just catch them all staring.

“You should see if she wants to play later,” Chris whispered to Jane as Heather talked about books.

“I’m not into girls,” Jane hissed. “You know that.”

“Who is my slut for the night again? I’ll make it up to you.”

“How?”

Chris smiled and focused his attention back on Heather.

“How?!”

Jane saw David, one of the other managers, looking at her, then whispering something to Alan.

What the fuck is going on?

Alan then went over to the Penguin Reps and talked to them for a moment. Heather continued talking about books and Jane realized she had totally tuned out. What had Chris planned? And who wasn’t in on it?

There was a pause in the presentation as Heather fished through her bag for a book. In the brief silence, a moan was heard coming from the bathroom. A few heads turned, but Heather was back talking again.

A few minutes later, Alison slipped unnoticed back into the store. She looked a little flushed.

“Have fun?” Chris asked.

“I was just doing my makeup, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Did she have fun?”

The mousey-looking girl also filtered back into the store, and stood conspicuously far away from Alison.

“Didn’t you hear her?”

“Are you all tapped out or still ready for fun?”

“I’ve barely started.”

Chris gave Alison’s ass another squeeze to Jane’s chagrin. But Jane couldn’t deny it. She was horny. Unsatisfied after the bathroom blowjob she found herself fantasizing about different guys in the room. The sales reps were looking at her. Geoff, the hot one, might have winked. Jane pictured him bending her over the table, sweeping all the remainders to the floor and ravishing her. Then David. And Alan. And…

Her panties were seriously wet. She felt like everyone in the room knew what was coming except her and they were just waiting for the signal to pounce.

Jane excused herself. Heather was just finishing up her presentation which meant only The Mendall Group was left.

Lisa started talking while Jane locked herself in the bathroom. This particular bathroom was unique to Books and News – every inch of wall was covered with passive-aggressive notes from the manager and other full-time staff. Jane noticed the spot where Kalin jizzed on the wall – the note that it has spattered on was now illegible. Which, Jane mused, wasn’t a bad thing. The small room smelled like sex after Alison and… what’s her name… were in here.

Jane braced herself against the wall and pulled up her skirt. Yup, her panties were soaked. She pulled them to the side and ran her finger over her wet pussy. She wondered if when she opened the door who would be waiting outside – who had Chris sent, or who had come looking for her. She felt a finger slide in easily. She pulled it out and ran it up and down her wet cunt, teasing her clit. She’d shaved just before coming out tonight – she knew Chris liked her pussy bald, and she had to admit she enjoyed the smoothness of it, even if the ingrown hairs that were to follow would be murder. She was always amazed that Chris never seemed to get them. What the hell was his secret?

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Some things about life are much better and easier when your father’s a rich and successful senator, you don’t really need to work for one thing, you have all the time and money you could ever want to indulge in whatever fun you want, others are less good, like being an only child in a household where your parents were never around. I was nineteen when the events of this story happened. My father, Senator Mark Feldman, had just been re-elected and was very busy all the time, some times spending days away from home when he had important business to attend to in the city. My mother, Madeleine Feldman, was the president of her own company and had a fortune that was at least an equal to my father. She, too, was a very busy woman, spending more time off at work than she ever spent at home. I don’t know how great their sex life together was, although I suspect fairly non-existent, in fact it was a surprise to me how they ever managed to conceive me in the first place, they spent so little time in the same place at the same time. I tended to think that the only reason that they were still together was because they were both too busy to get a divorce or find someone else. I, Dean Feldman, was the only product of the marriage. I don’t know whether I was unplanned, it seems unlike them to leave something like that to chance, but I do know that throughout my childhood they acted pretty much as if I was an unwanted burden on their precious time. I was raised by a succession of strict nannies, who never stayed around long enough for me to form any kind of bond with them. That continued until I was about 12, after which point I pretty much raised myself. My mother at least tried to take an interest in my schoolwork and encourage me those rare times when she was home early in the evening, but my father couldn’t really care less about me, all he seemed to care about was advancing his political career.

Anyway, all this meant that through my teenage years I was pretty much left to my own devices, alone in our vast mostly unoccupied house. Having been brought up with little social interaction, I was, by nature, a shy boy and didn’t really make friends very easily so I spent most of this time alone. Naturally, this resulted in me exploring and experimenting with aspects of myself that might have remained submerged under other circumstances. As it was, I was to discover that my shy, retiring personality had its outgoing, exhibitionist opposite buried deep within me. Itwas this personality that came out as I began to explore other things, things like the smooth, sensual sensations of wearing women’s lingerie. I started out with just my mother’s underwear, but as I explored the delights of the internet, I became bolder and began to order plenty of things of my own, I did, after all, have the advantage of my parents’ vast wealth and plenty of time and opportunity. These were now things that would suit my feminine persona, sexy, vivacious, outgoing, dominant, everything my masculine persona was not. This was the way that “Delilah” was born. Of course, once I’d perfected how to dress, walk, talk and act like Delilah, there was no way that I was keeping her locked away at home. My parents were never around, so it wouldn’t be difficult to go out and even spend whole days or nights living as Delilah. There may be another time to recount all the fun I had in those early days, discovering more and more about myself while the world discovered more and more of Delilah. Some time maybe I’ll tell you about it, but for the purposes of this story all you need to know is that I was such a hit as Delilah that I got a job. As Dean I’d never had a job, I’d been too self indulgent to really want one and I didn’t need the money, but this was a very special job. Delilah had been hired as a performer at a sex club that catered for people who liked their women with a little something extra. Delilah was a major hit with the people who frequented the club and soon I was the main act. Every Friday I would perform my act before an ever growing crowd of guys and girls, and some like me who were somewhere in between, simulating or actually having sex with my hot assistants or pulling punters out of the watching club to join me. Sometimes I would even ask them to join me for a private session later on. That’s where this story begins, I’m nineteen, bored, rich, lonely, annoyed with my absentee parents, and leading a double life, as shy introverted layabout senator’s son Dean, and feisty, sexy, crossdressing sex club star Delilah.

It was Friday and I knew well where I had to be. My mother was at home that evening but my father wasn’t. The senator was busy at the office and would probably stay over in the city as he often did. I’d told my parents that I liked to go out on a Friday night in the city and that I’d always spend the night at my friend Delilah’s place, that way they were never suspicious of what I was doing all those Fridays when I wasn’t around. In my bedroom, I opened up my closet and found the bag where I kept Delilah’s performance outfit. I was dressed in my normal gaziantep escort bayan masculine attire of jeans and a casual shirt, I would change at the club. I waved to my mother as I shut the door behind me and shut the door on this part of my life. I jumped into my little red sports car and drove off into town, leaving behind the suburb that represented the respectable, affluent side of my life, and heading for the sleazy club that would allow my dirty side to flourish.

It was getting dark when I arrived. The club was in a gay district and there were lots of couples of men and guys dressed as girls milling around outside the graphic neon signs. Looking at the wall I could see a poster with Delilah’s photo on it, I smiled to myself, the transformation was so great that I doubted anyone else on the street would recognise the picture and me as the same person. A little electric thrill ran through me, I was already getting turned on by these thoughts and I hadn’t even got dressed yet. I went around the back and was about to slip in the back entrance next to where the dressing rooms were, but was stopped by a tough, heavy set bouncer.

“Sorry, you can’t go in there,” he said, barring my way with his arm, “That’s for performers and staff only.”

I gave a girlish giggle and purred in my feminine voice, “Larry, it’s me,” he looked blank for a second before recognition flashed across his face,

“Delilah, sorry I didn’t recognise you like that.”

I smiled to myself once more, pleased with how total the transformation was, how totally separate these two personas of mine were. Little was I to know that tonight was when my two worlds came colliding together.

I got a dressing room to myself now I was the star, and this was where I headed in order to prepare for the evening’s fun. First things first, I ran a hot bath and soaked myself in it, getting my body totally clean, washing away all residue of my life as Dean. Feeling totally clean and refreshed, I took a leg razor from my bag and proceeded to shave my legs, which were never exactly hairy, just covered in downy blonde hairs, but I needed to make them totally smooth, and the rest of my body, leaving my cock and balls totally shaved as well. Finally, I got out of the bath and wrapped myself in a towel. As I waited to become dry, I laid out my clothes for the evening, all tight shiny PVC, the dominatrix look was essential to my performance and to Delilah’s character.

Now totally dry, I applied some glue to my chest and attached a pair of C-cup silicone breasts to my slender frame, instantly they changed my appearance from boyish to curvaceously feminine, I was well on the way to becoming Delilah. Next, I covered my waist and breasts in a tight black leather corset that laced at the front and turned my figure even more feminine, narrowing my waist to 26 inches, and pushing my breasts up so that they almost spilled out. I coupled this with a tiny black PVC mini-skirt that barely covered my thighs let alone all of my longlegs. The feel of leather and PVC on my skin was already making my cock twitch a little but there wasn’t time for that now so I tucked it between my legs. I never wore panties to perform my act, although other times as Delilah I loved their silky sensual feel on my cock. Next were the gloves, also black PVC to match my skirt, they came all the way up to my elbows, and my crowning glory, the boots, which made up for my skirt’s failure to cover anything by being thigh high so in fact much of my legs were clad in PVC. The tiny, sharp heels were six inches high and added to my height which was already almost six foot to enable me to tower dominantly over almost any man.

My outfit was ready, which left just my hair and make-up. Dramatic and slutty was the key to getting Delilah’s make-up right and I’d had a lot of practice at it by now, giving her blushing red cheeks and deep, dark scarlet lips. I looked into the mirror and licked them eagerly, they were the kind of lips that were perfect to see wrapped around a hard cock. False eyelashes drew attention to my green eyes, as did lots of dramatic eye-shadow. Not that it mattered at all as the final transformation of my face involved covering the area around my eyes in a black mask. Finally, I topped the whole look off with my favourite wig, I could sense tonight might be something special, it was platinum blonde, far blonder than my natural hair, and long and wild and wavy. I struck a couple of sexy poses in the mirror, turning myself on a little so my cock was now semi-hard. I’d like to fuck that, I thought, and it thrilled me to know how many other men, and women, would be thinking the same thing soon. Having checked myself, I was ready to go out and perform. I grabbed my leather whip, my last accessory, and headed out into the hallway where I met Trish and Cindy who performed with me. Unlike me, just a crossdresser, these two were both authentic shemales with real breasts that I envied greatly, but I was still the star of the show escort gaziantep bayan so it didn’t bother me too much. Cindy was a busty, short brunette and Trish was black, even taller than me with unnaturally massive breasts and a cock to match. They were both dressed in corsets and mini-skirts like mine.

“Let’s go girls,” I grinned as we headed for the stage.

I heard the sound of applause as the club’s manager announced me as “the delightful and divine Delilah”. I came out onto the stage and just stood there in the spotlight for a few seconds, completely still until I was sure I had the enraptured attention of all the eyes in the room, Trish and Cindy stood behind me. I cracked my whip and music started up, I started to sway my hips sexily as the cheers and catcalls came from the watching audience. I wrapped my whip around Cindy’s waist and pulled her into a kiss, forcing my tongue down her throat. Cindy didn’t seem to complain, I felt her breasts press against mine through our leather corsets. Trish, meanwhile, had come up behind me and was massaging my breasts as Cindy pulled away, I could feel her massive cock pressing against my arse, which was barely covered by my tiny skirt. My own cock was growing again and now a slight bulge was visible in the tight skirt. Using the handle of my whip, I pushed Cindy to the floor, she ran her tongue up my long PVC boots and over my bare thighs until she got to my skirt. Trish’s hands were now on my waist and, with a rapid move of her hands, she whipped my skirt off and threw it into the front row of the watching men to reveal my cock springing forth beneath. There was a ripple of pleasure from those watching as she did this. I pushed Trish to the floor as well so she and Cindy were facing one another, both on all fours, their skirts riding up their bare arses. I pushed their heads close together until their lips and tongues met in a wet slurping kiss, Cindy’s pale white skin contrasting with her red lips and the chocolate brown of Trish’s. Their lips moved seamlessly from each other towards my cock which now stood proudly forth from my body.

I let out a sigh as Cindy and Trish’s tongues simultaneously ran across my quivering shaft, and looked out into the watching faces to see what effect my little show was having on them. And that’s when I saw him and gave another gasp, only not one of pleasure this time. There, among the faces watching my performance, one stood out far more than the others. It was one that I was familiar with, one that maybe I wasn’t as familiar with as I should be, but still. It was my father, Senator Mark Feldman. Straight-laced workaholic Mark Feldman, who never seemed to have time even to spend with his son. Mark Feldman who didn’t seem ever to be remotely interested in guys or gay sex. Well, there he was, watching two hot shemales licking the hard cock of a guy he didn’t realise was his son in drag. He was dressed in kind of grey suit and tie that he wore at the office but looked a little out of place in a club like this. He was visibly uncomfortable, open mouthed and obviously not used to such a sight and I wondered if it was my dad’s first time at a club like this, I’d never seen him in here before, and I would have noticed. His discomfort seemed if anything to be enhanced by the fact that he was clearly enjoying the show, his legs were crossed as if to hide a growing erection. Sitting alongside him, looking significantly more at ease, was his PA Gary, who I knew was gay, and who I suspected would have been the driving force behind encouraging, if not almost forcing, my dad the senator to be there tonight.

My heart skipped a beat as my eyes behind the mask met my father’s, a million thoughts went racing through my head. What if he recognises me? was the first. Something that I quickly dismissed, there was no hint of recognition on his excited face and I knew full well that even I didn’t really recognise retiring Dean in dominatrix Delilah. My next thought was a kind of thrill that Delilah’s powers were so strong I could even entice my own father, this gave me a naughty little grin that I’m sure the audience appreciated, and a whole new set of ideas. How far could I take it with my dad? What could I push him into? The thrill of having power over such a man who valued his own power so, the excitement at the taboo of the incest and the chance to humiliate and dominate and punish the father who’d been absent so much in my life all conspired to make me know that I had to have him, here, tonight.

Often, during performing, I would bring people up onto the stage with me, it spiced things up a bit and was an unusual thrill for both them and me. Now, I pushed Cindy and Trish hard away from my cock so they fell back, and then I strode off the stage and into the throng of watching guys and girls, my sharp heels clicking on the ground. Unsurprisingly, as I strode purposefully through the crowd, a number of hands grabbed and caressed my curves and my cock. I didn’t mind this, in fact I loved gaziantep bayan escort their touches and attentions, but they didn’t distract me from my purpose. Even though he was staring directly at me, my dad didn’t realise where I was headed until I was right in front of him. His detached stare implied that he had forgotten he was involved in this sexy scene, so alien to his normal way of life.

“Hey sexy boy,” I purred, wrapping my whip around his shoulders and pulling him into a wet kiss (I’m French kissing my dad!, the thought whirred through my head for a second), “Come on up on stage.”

He didn’t exactly seem to know what to do, he seemed reluctant yet at the same time excited. As it turned out, I had to practically drag him up on stage amidst cheers from the other guys, particularly vocal ones from Gary who was egging him on.

Up on stage, I pushed him away from me and cracked the whip in the air.

“Now strip for me, honey,” I said in a commanding voice. As he hesitated for a few seconds, I decided to take control and whipped him once, “I won’t ask you again,” I said angrily, my body tingling with the thrill of this power I had over him as he blushed red and the watching people laughed, “Girls, help this man out of his clothes.”

Trish and Cindy were only too happy to oblige and had soon torn all the clothes from my father’s ever more embarrassed body to reveal his cock, tiny but undoubtedly aroused and erect even during, or perhaps because of, his public humiliation. I prodded his little cock with the end of my whip.

“You’re not packing too much down there are you?” I teased, “Looks like I’m going to have to use you as my little slut-slave.”

My dad didn’t know where to turn at this, he looked as if he wished the earth would just swallow him up, yet at the same time his little cock was even harder. Trish brought me over a studded dog collar with a leash on it and I strapped it around the senator’s throat.

“Now you’re my bitch,” I purred cruelly as the audience cheered once more. “On your knees, bitch,” I said and yanked the leash so it pulled him down onto his knees, his face was just inches from my cock which was now fully hard and erect at the treatment I was handing out to my own father.

I could see a look of desire and temptation in his eyes and I knew that I had him even though he held back looking scared.

“Come on bitch,” I said, bringing my whip down across his shoulder in a way that made him wince with pain and me grin with pleasure, “You know what you’re supposed to do now.”

I rested one foot in my thigh high boots up on his shoulder to prevent him from getting up and used my gloved hand to bring his mouth closer to my cock. His lips opened and allowed the swollen head inside his mouth, I could feel his tongue caress it gingerly. I pushed about an inch of my cock into him, holding his head with my hand and forcing it in, even when he began to gag I didn’t let up, and soon half my cock was nestled inside my dad’s warm mouth.

“Now suck it, slave,” I commanded.

Inexpertly, my dad began to withdraw my cock from his mouth and take a little of it back in. But I wasn’t going to stand for this, and instead grabbed the back of his head and forced the whole 7 inches deep down his throat which had him coughing and spluttering.

I laughed, “If you’re not going to do it properly slave, then I’ll have to it for you.”

With that, I began violently and rapidly to fuck my father’s throat with my throbbing hard cock. After a while, he seemed to get into the rhythm of it and no longer spluttered so much and I was able to take my foot away from his shoulder. He didn’t move away, in fact he moved in closer. Seemingly oblivious to the audience, he diverted all his attention to my cock and he was growing to have a better idea of what he was doing as used his hands to stroke my shaft and play with my balls while his tongue lingered around the head. I saw another wince of pain, although this time there seemed to be a lot of pleasure mixed in with it, as Trish knelt behind him and squeezed hard on his erect cock.

“You’ve got a real good submissive bitch here Delilah,” she grinned and the audience laughed once more, “He’s loving this even more than you are.”

“You like sucking on my big hard cock do you slave?” I taunted, I knew that however much this was turning him on, this submissive behaviour was equally humiliating to him, and it embarrassed him even more that the public humiliation was excited him so much, “That’s right, you want to feel my cum in your throat, you want my cum all over my face don’t you daddy?” He didn’t seem to register what my calling him daddy meant and this pleased me too, I knew now that I was close to the climax of the show, so to speak, and began to take control again. “That’s it, make me cum for you, daddy,” I cried as I felt my orgasm boiling up inside my cock, “Oh yes, I’m cumming!!!” I screamed, my dad swallowed the first shot which hit the back of his throat, but I wanted to see his naked body soaked in my cum. I withdrew my cock and jerked it off as I shot my load over his face. Trish and Cindy stood beside me, jerking their own cocks off over him until by the end of it he was totally covered in our sticky juices and totally humiliated. If only they knew he was a senator then he would feel even worse about it, if only they knew he was my father he would probably die of shame.

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Thank you for selecting my story to read. This is a comparatively longer story than many on the site, with long stretches of story between the sex.

I started this story after reading “A Victorian Sex Fantasy” by GeorgeEHeller1950. I consider this a tribute to that story. I modelled it closely after that story, I liked the premise but thought it should flow in a different direction.

I highly recommend reading “A Victorian Sex Fantasy.”

Though this story is set in 1845 England, I would like to stipulate that this story is not historically accurate. A better description of the setting might be “anywhere England/America, anytime 1800s.” So, if you are reading this for a historically accurate accounting of life/technology then seek elsewhere.

Disclaimer: This story includes scenes of assault, reluctant sex, as well as incestual sexual relations. If these are not your thing, then don’t read this story. The assault, and reluctant sex scenes, set the story, but are not the overall theme.

I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please rate and comment when you’re done.

Prologue

Good day to you readers. My name is Roderick Xavier Ebenezer Livingstone Esquire. At least at the start of this story anyway. I find myself in a position where I simply must record the scandalous situation that my life has become. And yet, though scandalous, I would not change but one part of it.

Before I get to the story, though, I think there are some essential things to know about my family beforehand. This knowledge will make understanding the situation easier.

To start this explanation, I would like to describe my maternal grandfather, Lord Ambrose Bennet Caspar Lockwood. He is a brilliant man, with vision. He is the younger brother to the Count of Durham, and not being directly in line for the family title, he used his small inheritance to invest.

Grandfather began his career as a solicitor, after which he tried his hands at politics. He always told me, however, that he couldn’t stomach politics. He hated the deceit and lies inherent in the manoeuvring and jockeying for position and favour. When Grandfather received his small inheritance, when his father died of the cough that swept the land, he left politics and invested in the new railways. That investment paid off, and he expanded into banking with his newfound wealth.

Grandfather was a canny businessman and continued to grow his fortune.

After he married my grandmother, Lady Mercy Morrigan Lockwood, he sired ten children. The four eldest, my uncles. The six remaining children, my aunts and mother; my mother, the youngest by four minutes; Mother and Aunt Lola are identical twins.

With all of his daughters and the dowries Grandfather would have to pay, it would have depleted him even with his vast wealth. Unlike some families, who would ship daughters off to convents to ensure the dowry of the other daughters, Grandfather wanted the best for all his daughters. Grandfather also wanted to protect his wealth, keep it in his family, and not distribute it to that of his son-in-laws.

My grandparents worked hard to find suitable matches for their daughters, and to the best of my knowledge, they found compatible matches, generally speaking. I know Grandfather had a talk with his daughters– Well, I should say that I know Grandfather had a conversation with Mother. Mother explained it to me one time when I asked about my father, which I will speak about more in a moment.

Grandfather told Mother that the man who would become my father was a young politician, and he was not looking for the family’s money but rather the connections and influence. Though there was no love between Mother and Father, Mother agreed that they would be a compatible match after courting.

Grandfather negotiated with Father, and his family, the wedding contract. I don’t know everything in the contract, but the critical part for this tale is that my mother’s dowry, a large estate, would remain my mother’s. Legally, it would be in my father’s name, but as soon as a male child is born, that child, me, would inherit the lands, managed by Mother until I could take over management of the estate. Instead, Father would receive a stipend from the estate, and that allowance was variable depending on the number of children Father sired with Mother; Grandfather wanted many grandchildren.

And so, my mother and father married. At first, Mother lived with Father in his townhouse in the capital. There my father sired myself, and, two years later, my sister, Faith Philadelphia Livingstone.

Now, I don’t know exactly what happened, but after my sister was born, Mother, with us in tow, moved to our estate in the country. After which, we only saw our father, but once or twice a year. Mother dutifully sent Father correspondence each month, reporting on our education and upbringing, but rarely did we receive anything in return.

We lived happily on our rural estate; we learned all the things islahiye escort we needed to function in high society. Mother provided that I was taught to ride and hunt. Mother also ensured Faith and I learned to read, write, and do arithmetic.

Mother’s twin, Aunt Lola, and her three children, Edith, Ephram, and Agnes, would often come and visit us at the estate through the summer. I always enjoyed it when they came to visit. Oftentimes it was the only time when we were exposed to other children of our social class with whom we could play. My cousins, sister, and I often could be found exploring the estate, and more than once, we were found playing with the children of the tenant farmers. I don’t think that Mother minded so much, but we were often reminded that social class is a crucially important thing.

That was how life went for me, up until I turned twelve. Grandfather came to visit for my twelfth name day. He was of the opinion that I needed a more formal education, one that included other boys in my social class. As such, I was shipped off to a boarding school on the other side of the country.

I only saw my mother and sister four times for the next two years. I was sent home for two weeks, twice a year. Once for Christmas, and once in the spring. I missed my family terribly during this period, but I learned a tremendous amount at the same time. Ironically, though, what I learned was not from my instructors; what we learned in class was the same things Mother had already ensured my sister and I knew. Instead, what I learned was the ways of boys. This was my first experience with other agemates. I won’t go into detail, but I imagine what I learned is the same as all boys who have other boys to spend time with.

Before the Christmas break, my second year at the school, Grandfather visited. I later learned that he invested in the school, which was part of the reason I was sent there. I’m not sure if Grandfather liked or did not like what he found there because I left with him when Grandfather left. He brought me home, for which I was grateful.

Every time I came home to visit, I was astounded by the changes. Namely, my sister. She always grew so much, and that was no different upon returning home. I suppose looking back, the same could be said about me. I know Mother always exclaimed over how much I had grown.

When Grandfather left me at home, he left specific instructions; I was to accompany Mother and the senior staff to learn more about the running of the estate; which I did, gladly. I enjoyed learning about what we produced and how we made our money. Though I was not making any decisions, I was learning how and why the decisions were made.

My time at home, though, was short-lived. Grandfather sent for me that spring. Grandfather sent a letter to both my mother and myself. In his letter to me, he explained that he was quite happy with how my education was coming and that he thought I should expand my horizons. He planned on fostering me, where I would apprentice with him to become a solicitor, and learn about the family investments.

In the letter Grandfather sent to Mother, he explained how he wanted to ensure that I would have a strong male influence in my life. Since my father completely ignored us, Grandfather determined that he would fill that role.

Though I hated leaving home again, I was excited for what Grandfather had planned for me. It was especially difficult to leave again. Faith and Mother shed tears and hugged me tightly, despite its impropriety, when they saw me off at the train station. I’m not too proud to admit that I shed more than a few tears as well. As a boy, a little more than fourteen, I was off in the world again.

As with my time at the boarding school, I won’t bore you with my time fostering with Grandfather. I stayed with Grandfather for four years, after which I did become a solicitor. I learned lots about investing and running a business. And most importantly, I was able to see my family more often. Rather than seeing Mother and Faith for a total of four weeks a year, we met regularly. Mother and Faith often came to stay with Grandfather for a week or more at a time. Though I missed my home, I enjoyed my time with Grandfather.

To celebrate my graduation and eighteenth name day, Grandfather held a ball in my honour. For the first time in years, I had my entire family together. All of my aunts and uncles. My cousins, young and old, were all there. All the highborn in the surrounding estates were there, and more than a few from afar. My Great Uncle, the Count of Durham, even showed up expressly to congratulate me. Though I didn’t know it at the time, Grandfather kept his brother up to date on most of his grandson’s progress. I was surprised to see even my father made an appearance.

The ball was a grand time. I enjoyed being able to dance with my cousins and sister. Mother, and my aunts ensured they each got at least one dance as well. Though I probably islahiye escort bayan should have been more discrete, I tried to spend as much time with my cousin Edith as possible; we shared several dances together. Though I hadn’t seen her in several years, I always enjoyed her company when her family would come to visit our estate, and looking at her now, she had grown into a beautiful, intelligent young lady.

A week after the ball and revelries, Grandfather officially sent me home. I was deemed fit to manage my estate. So, when Mother and Faith returned home, I travelled with them.

Mother had me move into the master’s suite. This made me feel odd at first. This suite was always set aside for my father, even though I don’t think he ever used it. Additionally, Mother maintained her rooms in the adjoining suite, which my wife would occupy, when I got married. Though this was odd to me, I quickly adjusted to the position of Lord of the Manor.

With Mother’s help, I ran the estate. Mother ran the household, and I managed the business and investment side. Additionally, I used my new title as a solicitor to draw up wills and contracts for people as needed for a modest fee.

For the next two years, I managed to increase the productivity of the estate and, using estate funds, like Grandfather, made some investments which helped us grow our wealth further.

Unlike other landowners in the area, I regularly rode out to the tenant farms and helped out. I provided that the farmers had what they needed. This was only one way I ensured the increase in productivity. Years later, I learned that my practice of helping the tenants gained me a favourable reputation with the commoners and the gentry and peers in the area. Apparently, I was used as an example for sons to follow.

It was this practice that brings us to the beginning of my tale. A week before the tale’s start, I received correspondence from Grandfather and Aunt Lola. My cousin, Ephram, is to come and foster under me for the next few years. Grandfather wanted him to learn how I managed my estate so that when Ephram gains his own, he will be able to work it well. Additionally, Aunt Lola requested that Edith and Agnes be able to come to stay as well. She wants Mother to foster her girls. She didn’t give a reason, but I could not see a reason not to, and penned a response and sent it straight away.

So now begins my narrative, starting on the fifteenth of May Anno Domini 1845; a lovely sunny day.

Chapter 1

“There they are! There they are, Rodi,” my sister exclaimed, tugging on my sleeve.

I looked up from my paper and followed Faith’s outstretched arm. Sure enough, through the window of the still-moving train car, I spotted my cousins. Smiling, I folded the paper and tossed it onto the bench.

Faith impatiently waited for our cousins to descend the steps. All three of my cousins carried trunks, and as soon as they were at a clear spot on the platform, the girls deposited their chests and rushed toward us. Faith ran to them, where they embraced, sharing giggles and exclamations. Then the three girls returned to the luggage.

Ephram and I followed at a slower pace; Ephram because he was more heavily laden.

As I approached, the youngest of my cousins spotted me. “Rodi!” She ran forward, ignoring propriety, and hugged me in the crowded train station.

I laughed, gently returning her hug. “Ah, Agnes, you are as lively as ever.” I pushed her back to arm’s length and looked her over.

Agnes wore a beautifully crafted travelling dress; the wool dyed a light blue. It covered her from neck to toe and to her wrists. She had a shawl over her shoulders and a bonnet covering her brown hair.

“And you are as lovely as ever as well,” I said to her.

The twelve-year-old Agnes blushed at my words, turning her face away.

“Don’t butter her up too much, Cousin. If you do, her bonnet won’t fit,” Ephram said, stepping forward.

We shook hands. “Ephram, it’s good to see you again. And I can’t help it if I compliment your sister’s appearance. When I see a beautiful lady, I can’t help but let her know.”

My cousin and I laughed and spoke for a moment more before there was a light tap on my shoulder.

My conversation with Ephram cut off, and I turned to look, and I was greeted by the sight of my cousin Edith, standing next to Faith. Faith had a disapproving look on her face, but Edith smiled coyly.

“How about me, dear Roderick. Do you have a greeting for me?” Edith asked in her sing-song voice.

Where Agnes looked lovely in her dress, she was still a girl. Edith, however, was a woman and lady. She wore a similar yellow dress; however, she prominently displayed the features that separate the fairer sex. I had always fancied Edith, and seeing her standing there, I felt the attraction still.

Immediately, I dropped into a bow and took her outstretched hand. “Forgive me, dear Cousin, for my laps escort islahiye in good manners. It warms my heart to see you again and to know that you will be staying with us,” I said before giving the back of her hand a gentle kiss.

When I straightened, like her sister, Edith was blushing furiously.

Faith looked at her close cousin and laughed. “Come along. Let’s get home. We have so much to discuss, and Mother will want to talk over dinner tonight.”

At Faith’s urging, everyone grabbed some of the luggage, and she led the way to the waiting carriage.

While I waited for the others to collect their things, I peered around the platform before grabbing the last of the luggage. There were a few gatherings similar to our own; one, though, stood out. There were three pregnant women; it looked like a mother and her daughters, accompanied by two mountainous men and a few others who looked like servants. The only reason these people stood out was that the women were speaking in hushed tones and glanced at us occasionally. With the others heading for the carriage, I collected the last of the luggage and followed them, putting the pregnant women out of my mind.

It didn’t take long for the carriage to leave the station town and head into the countryside. Faith and I chatted and caught up with our cousins. The last time any of us spent any length of time together was at the ball celebrating my eighteenth name day, two years before.

While we rode, as much as I wanted to simply stare at Edith and drink in her beauty, I knew it wasn’t right. To master myself, I watched out the window of the carriage. I took in the countryside, as the farms and forests went past. Though not as beautiful as the women before me, the landscape held a beauty of its own.

Mother came out of the manor as the carriage pulled to a stop. She smiled down at us. I stepped down from the carriage first, immediately turning to aid the women as they stepped down. Each gave me their thanks.

Edith peered directly into my eyes, making my heart flutter, “Thank you, Roderick.”

I couldn’t help but smile, “You are quite welcome, dear Edith. I am at your disposal.”

Edith smirked. “I’m glad to hear that. I’ll have to make use of your services again.”

Though what Edith said was perfectly innocent, the way she said it made me wonder if the words held a deeper meaning.

I stared after her as she walked up the steps and into the house, following one of the staff.

I started from a voice beside me.

“She is lovely, isn’t she,” Mother asked.

Laughing at my easy startlement, I nodded my agreement. “Yes, Mother. Edith is lovely.”

Mother cleared her throat and looked back up at the house. “Roderick, I want to remind you, and I have every faith that you will do this; if you wish to court Edith, then there are procedures to follow.”

Though the women had been blushing earlier, now it was my turn. I felt my face heat. “Am I truly so transparent?”

Mother laughed. “I’m your mother, Rodi. I know things. However, in this case, yes, you are that transparent.”

I joined my mother laughing. “I promise, Mother. I will conduct myself appropriately.”

“Of that, I have no doubt,” Mother said, looping her arm through mine. “Come, let us go inside. This sun is making me uncomfortable.”

I escorted my mother inside. Immediately she set to work ensuring my cousins were getting settled and that the staff were preparing the welcoming dinner.

Having nothing to do, pertaining to my cousins’ arrival, I retired to my study, where I went over the estate accounts and read through the day’s correspondence.

***

“Roderick, when do you think I will start my apprenticeship under you?” Ephram asked as we sipped port after dinner. He and I retired to the parlour while the women retired to the drawing-room.

I laughed, blowing out the smoke I’d just inhaled from my pipe. “Relax, Ephram, you have already started.” I chuckled again. “Though you will learn about the managerial aspect of running an estate, there are other things needed to be learned as well.”

Ephram regarded me. “Such as?”

I took a sip of my port to give myself a moment to think. “Such as, how to relax. Believe it or not, it’s an important thing. The estate’s troubles, especially if it’s a vast one, can overwhelm. Being able to relax, and put the matters of the estate out of mind, is a key to remaining sane.”

I puffed my pipe a moment, staring into the fire, Ephram doing the same.

I took a breath. “When I fostered with Grandfather, that was a lesson I did not learn quickly. As I learned about the law, accounting, and the investments Grandfather gave me to oversee, I obsessed with it. I kept running the numbers in my head. I found it difficult to sleep; I wasn’t eating properly. It took Grandfather smacking me upside the head, quite literally, to make me realize my folly.”

Ephram chuckled at my tale, and I couldn’t help but smile.

“Very well then, I will relax. Shall we play a game of chess?”

I nodded my agreement. I quaffed my drink, set the glass aside, arose, and collected from the mantle the carved ivory and onyx set Father gave me for my eighteenth name day.

We quickly set up, and Ephram made the first move. We played in silence for a few minutes before I brought up my plans.

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Chapter 1

It all started the day I flashed my sister.

See, we live out in the Bible Belt, a little place called Vernonberg. Everything you’re imagining, that’s it. I live in a town of about 200 people, and all of ’em cram into the same Church every Sunday. My sister is the head of the chastity club, which every boy in town probably thinks is a complete waste, because she’s easily the hottest girl in the state.

I’d never thought of her in a sexual light before though. She was just my older sister – a bit of a pain at time, useful at other times. Sometimes good company, sometimes the last person I wanted to hang around with. Y’know, just an older sister.

But it’s hard to stop thinking about someone in a sexual light when they become completely obsessed with your cock.

I had no idea what Brad was up to at the time. I knew him, of course – in a town this small, when someone new arrives it’s often the biggest news of the year. He was from New York, and his parents sent him out here to live with his uncle and aunt, some kind of punishment.

New blood, even from the Godless state of New York, is still attractive, and with her looks, my sister could have her pick of any guy, so less than a week after Brad moved here, the two were dating.

I was trying to work it out later, and it must have been about 3 weeks through the 6-week program that I flashed my sister. I didn’t mean anything by it – I just thought it would annoy her, be funny, you know. I thought she’d shriek, maybe tell mom and dad, at worst I’d get a talking-to and at best I’d get a good laugh.

So when she stopped, her eyes widened, and she just stared at my member, I wasn’t sure how to take it.

After a few seconds, I asked if she was okay. She just nodded, and kept staring.

I covered myself back up with my towel, I went to my room and she went to hers.

Other than a passing thought of “wow, how weird” and a brief rumination as to whether this was her way of getting me back, I didn’t really think much of it.

Meanwhile, she was continuing to see Brad every second night. Like I said, it wasn’t until later that I found out what they were doing on their dates (except I knew that it wasn’t anything sexual, because, y’know. There are lots of nasty things you can say about my sister, but she’s really serious about this Chastity Club. She really wants- well, wanted -to go to Liberty University a virgin, find her soulmate, and all that.)

But I’ll tell you now because otherwize the next bit of the story won’t make sense. Brad got sent from New York because – and I didn’t believe this at first, I thought it was just so weird – he was caught hypnotising girls.

Yeah, that’s right. Hypnosis, like in those old cartoons.

I dunno why they didn’t think he’d try it out here, or maybe they just didn’t care, as long as it was away from his parents. They’re big-shot lawyers out there, or doctors, or something like that.

But every second night, Brad was taking my sister somewhere quiet and dark, and just hypnotising the heck out of her. I still don’t really know much about it, so maybe he only knew the program he was using, or maybe it’s something to do with giving them a fixation, something to obsess over. Maybe he just likes playing weird mind-games, I dunno.

But the program he was using was a simple one – it boiled down to the idea that the next penis she saw, the next penis my sister saw, she would become obsessed with it. She would want to fuck and suck and do everything with. She would masturbate thinking about it, do anything to get to play with it, and play with it every chance she got. She’d think about it before she went to sleep and be hungry for it first thing in the morning.

It was probably a pretty safe bet. Before I flashed her, I don’t think my sister had EVER seen a penis, and Brad’s plan was obviously to finish the program, and then get her hooked on his and enjoy the benefits. I can’t blame him – every guy in town probably thought about my sister when they jerked off, and probably some of the girls as well.

3 weeks into his 6-week program, he had no idea that her kid brother would flash her in the hallway, and make her programming take hold early.

She didn’t do anything for the next few days, and like I said, I’d pretty much forgotten about it. But two nights after I flashed her, it must have been a Thursday, she came into my room one night, and sat on my bed.

“Hey.” I said. Like I mentioned, I didn’t really think anything was up. We weren’t close close but we weren’t at each other’s throats or anything. Coming in for a chat wasn’t anything strange. She closed the door, which wasn’t necessarily normal, but could just have meant that she wanted to talk about our parents.

“Hey…”

There was a weird pause, and I went back to reading my magazine.

“Hey Brodie,” she said…oh, that’s me! My name’s Brodie, and she’s Anne. I just realized I never told you that. “Hey Brodie, have you got a girlfriend?”

“No,” oğuzeli escort I said, without looking up from my magazine. “Why, are you offering?”

She didn’t laugh, but I didn’t really expect her too. Dad once said Anne got my dose of the serious as well as her own.

“I was just wondering. If you…y’know, like anyone.”

“Not really, sis.” I wondered where this was going. You’ve got to remember that I didn’t know about Brad’s hypnosis. Even though she was only halfway through the program, Anne had already spent two sleepless, confused nights, replaying that moment in the hall again and again.

“So who do you think about when you, y’know, play with yourself.”

Suddenly it seemed obvious. Anne’s Chastity Club were all about not only stopping people from having sex, but also from masturbating. Lusting after a woman is as bad as having an affair and all that. She’d never tried to guilt me about it before, but I’d seen her go to work on other guys.

“Anne,” I groaned (a week later I’d spend a lot of time groaning my sister’s name but in a completely different way.) “I don’t really want to talk about that with you.”

“No no no,” Anne said, after a few seconds of confusion. “That’s not what I mean. I figure that, y’know, you’re doing it and that’s fine.”

“It is?”

“Yeah. I mean, sure, we’re not really meant to lust, but better to have a bit of relief than to, y’know, do it. It.”

She looked a bit distracted for a few seconds, then focussed again.

“And when I find,” she continued, “You know, the one, I was thinking about it…”

“Yeah?” I said, completely clueless. This was nothing like Anne. She had a slightly manic look in her eyes – a bit like she did when she was going on about the chastity club, or one of her friends hearing the Word. It was a weird mix of passionate and exhausted – like I said, I found out later that she’d had less than 5 hours sleep in the last 48.

I probably could have talked her into pretty much anything if I’d known, but I wasn’t thinking like that. Yet. At that stage, I was just feeling worried about my older sister.

“So I was thinking that, y’know, if you…well, y’know.”

“Anne, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She shook her head, as if trying to get a cobweb out of her hair, or a voice out of her ear.

“I was wondering if I could watch you…y’know. If I could watch you.”

“Watch me what?”

She sighed, exasperated. I sort of knew what she was talking about, but didn’t want to say it in case I was wrong.

“Watch you…y’know. Masturbate.”

“Anne!” I was genuinely shocked. I’d never heard her use such language. I don’t even know if she’d ever used such language before. It certainly didn’t roll off her tongue.

The manic look was back in her eyes again. One of her hands was fiddling with the cross she wore around her neck, and she swallowed nervously before she replied.

“I just want to watch. Y’know, so I can learn. I want to see what it looks like.”

“Anne, is this some kind of weird joke? Is this revenge for the other day in the hall?”

She unfocussed for a few seconds, then snapped back.

“No! I…please, Brodie?”

I dunno what I expected. She was never good at arguing, and she’d never really had to do much to convince people to do what she wanted. Even mom was putty in her hands. She had that sort of aura around her – like God had picked her out for something special, like she was somehow better than other people. Maybe that’s what she thought too, and that’s why she never really tried that hard. If something was meant to be, it would happen, and if it wasn’t going to happen, it wasn’t meant to be so she wouldn’t try too hard.

Knowing that the person asking you to do something will get it done whether you help or not should make you less interested, but for some reason it doesn’t.

Anyway, it worked on me. It was one of the weirdest moments of my life – my hyper-Christian, sex-before-marriage-is-as-bad-as-murder, so virginial she made Mary look like a slut…my confident, gorgeous older sister had just asked me to masturbate in front of her, and she even sounded nervous about it.

But it was too weird for me to even notice how weird it was – I was focussed on what was happening, not the bigger pictures, so I just nodded and Anne breathed a sigh of relief.

This would have been the perfect opening to ask if she, y’know. Played with herself. But honestly, it never occurred to me that it was even a possibility. Girls, as far as I knew, didn’t, and especially not my sister.

I certainly had no idea that two days ago she had come for the first time, thinking about me. And then six more times since.

Awkwardly, I lowered my pyjama pants. I was considering asking if she was sure, but the raptured look on her face answered that question for me. As I pulled out my rapidly-hardening penis, I could have sworn that a slight moan escaped oğuzeli escort bayan her lips.

We sat there for a few minutes, her breathing heavily and staring at my member, me not quite sure what to do. I’d jerked off before, of course, but never for an audience. Finally, she broke off her gaze, and looked up at me.

Like I said, I’d never thought of my sister in a sexual light before, but something about her big blue eyes looking up at me, her hard breathing making her breasts heave just from the fact that I was showing her my cock. The way her mouth was twisted in nervous excitement…for the first time, I realized how lucky her future husband was going to be, getting to have her every night.

It was a pretty sexy situation, so I was hard already, but when my sister’s tongue unconsciously flicked across her lips, I swear I got even harder.

“So what now?”

I can’t remember if I asked that or she did, but one of us broke the silence, and we both giggled. I suddenly relaxed – this might be a weird situation, but she was still my sister.

I didn’t say anything, just slowly started stroking my hand up and down. Her eyes widened, and she leaned in closer.

After five minutes of silence, the only noise being her breathing and me…well, wanking, I grunted “Watch out”, and she jumped backwards as I started to come.

She watched, entranced, as I shot over my stomach and chest (I’d had the forethought to unbutton my pyjama top.) Later in the week she’d have some questions, but that first night, she just sat and watched, drinking it all in (but not literally, y’know?)

After I was done, I grabbed some tissues, cleaned it up, and we sat there in another awkward silence. The wild look was gone from her eyes – she suddenly seemed way, way more calm, but still a bit…antsy? You know, like she suddenly needed to be somewhere else, like she had something to do.

“Thanks for that, Brodes.” she said. “That was…really interesting.”

“Uh, no worries.”

Again, it would have been a perfect opportunity to ask her to now show me, but like I said, I had no idea that she DID, let alone that she probably would have shown me.

I wasn’t to know for a while, but after she sneaked out of my room, she had a masturbation herself, and then slipped into what she described as “the most restful sleep she’d ever had.”

The next day could have been awkward, but it wasn’t. Probably because of the great rest she’d had, she skipped into breakfast the next morning, stuck her tongue out at me (weirdly playful, even for her) and we didn’t really talk to each other for the rest of the day. We go to the same tiny school of course, but even when you have less than fifty people, social groups spring up, and we didn’t really have any need to talk to each other.

It wasn’t until late that night, after she got home from her date with Brad, that we spoke again. She knocked on my door at about half eleven, well after our bedtimes, but probably the safest time to make sure mom and dad wouldn’t catch her.

I had already pleasured myself that evening, just thinking about the previous night – I really wasn’t expecting a repeat experience. I didn’t know anything about the hypnosis or the obsession, I just took her at face value – I figured she’d wanted to learn how a penis worked, and that my demonstration would have satisfied her curiousity.

“Come in,” I said, and she slipped in still wearing her date clothes. Nothing even remotely slutty – wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea – but with my sister’s body, she could make anything sexy, especially skin-tight jeans and a form-fitting sweater.

The manic look was back. And even though she no longer looked tired, it was like she was slipping in and out of drowsiness. Every now and again she’d lose focus in her eyes for a few seconds, and then drift back into alertness. It was weird, but I didn’t really waste any time thinking about it – had other things on my mind.

She sat on the end of the bed again. Despite having gone twice that evening already (and once that morning, if we’re being honest) just seeing my sister was enough to rouse my penis again.

“I was just wondering…” she started, then paused. I wasn’t giving her anything. I wasn’t complaining at all, but her behaviour was weirding me out a bit, and I wanted to make sure that what happened was her choice, that I wasn’t forcing her into anything.

After a full minute had passed, she continued.

“I was just wondering if I could, y’know. Watch you again.” In response to my blank stare, she rolled her eyes and spelled it out. “I want to watch you masturbate.”

There’s something sexy about watching someone as pure as my sister say ‘masturbate.’ It’s a word that you just don’t expect from someone with her innocent looks. If my penis was waking up when she entered the room, it was completely alert and ready to go after hearing her swear.

“Why? I thought you escort oğuzeli saw everything you wanted to see last night.”

“Well, yeah.” She paused and thought. Subconsciously she knew why she wanted to see it again, but her conscious mind had to come up with an excuse, a justification. “But I don’t know if I really saw everything. Would you mind?”

She has a look. Dad calls it the heart-melter; she uses it on him every time that she wants to use the car, and she uses it on boys when she needs a favour, or a date (not that she needs to do much to get a date.)

Anne threw me the heart-melter, which did anything but melt other parts of me. Honestly, I was tempted to see how much she wanted to watch me. But knowing what I did then, I didn’t want to push my luck, just in case she changed her mind.

It was essentially just a repeat of the previous night. I jerked off, she watched – this time she asked a couple of questions, and didn’t jump back when I came – but nothing was majorly different. After I was done, she almost ran out of the room, and I was left puzzled and sticky.

This continued every night for the next 5 or 6 days – every night she came in, made some weak excuse as to why she had to watch me masturbate, and sat entranced as I did.

It wasn’t until Wednesday, the next week, that she finally summoned up the courage to do more than watch.

It had almost become a routine – I’d wait each night for her knock, and we didn’t even need to discuss it. I’d pull myself out, she’d settle down at the end of my bed…

But this night, I’m pretty sure it was Wednesday, she touched my arm before I started.

“Could I try it?”

Despite the weirdness of what we were doing, I was still surprised. I mean, watching for educational reasons is one thing, but I’m pretty sure that playing with your brother’s cock must cross some kind of line.

“Are you sure?” I asked, and then realized the ridiculousness of what I was asking. Anne didn’t do anything without being sure.

She nodded, and I sat back. I still look back at that as one of the most erotic moments of my life – my sister’s small, cold hand wrapping around my cock, her looking up at me nervously as she stroked it back and forth.

The last week had certainly served its educational purpose – Anne had picked a lot up, and as her hands went to work, I let out a moan without even realising. She shushed me, worriedly, and we both broke out in the giggles again.

“How am I doing?” she asked, as our muffled laughter subsided.

I don’t know if you’ve figured it out, but my sister has a pretty big head. Not literally, I mean she’s arrogant and stuff. So I decided that I wasn’t going to add to that, and instead of gushing about her skill, I gave her some pointers. She listened intently, and once I was done, started again, incorporating my tips.

At this poing, I started to figure that something was up. People don’t just start jerking off their brothers for no reason, y’know? But I didn’t connect it with Brad or anything. It played in the back of my mind, while the rest of me just relaxed and enjoyed what remains one of the greatest handjobs of my life.

After less than two minutes, I was firing my stuff. Anne looked worried.

“It normally takes longer than that! Did I do it wrong?”

Remembering my earlier resolve I assured her that she’d get better, and she nodded seriously, apologized, and left the room.

This repeated itself for a few days – she’d let herself in, jerk me off, ask for feedback, and go back to her room. I laughed when a few months later she showed me a notebook that she’d kept. Every piece of advice I gave her, she had faithfully written down and memorized.

Saturday night, she took it another step forward. Again, at the time I believed her justifications, but some part of my mind was aware that something was going on.

“It makes such a mess, doesn’t it?”

This was the first time she’d ever spoken while jerking me off. Normally she was completely focussed on my cock, treating it like it was the center of her universe (which, honestly, was pretty amazing just in itself.)

I wasn’t really listening. I never told her this, but my sister’s handjobs were the greatest thing I’d ever experienced. Better than eating my favourite meal while watching my favourite film with my favourite people. It was possible I was going to hell for having my sister jerk me off nightly, but I would happily have sold my soul just for one more incestuous orgasm.

It’s hard to experience that and hold a conversation at the same time.

“Huh?” I said, and she slowed down slightly to get my full attention.

“It makes a mess, doesn’t it? When you…y’know. Mess.”

“When I come, Anne.” I corrected. Any advice I gave her about sex she lapped up, and I was trying to get her to talk dirty. Just for the fun of it, really.

“Oh yeah. Sorry. When you come, when you spill your seed…it makes a bit of a mess, hey?”

“No, no, it’s fine.” I wasn’t really sure where she was going, and didn’t want her to find an excuse to stop. “I can clean it up, no worries.”

“Oh, okay.” She looked disappointed, but renewed the handjob with vigour. She’d somehow picked up this trick where she’d use two hands, or have one playing with my balls while the other stroked me.

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‘To enjoy life you got to take the good with the bad.’

This was our mother favourite saying especially during her last few months with us before she lost her fight with cancer.

Those last few months had been hard on my 19-year-old sister, before the cancer my mother and sister had been inseparable spending a lot of their time with each other. Going shopping, working out together and the rest of the things girls tend to do with each other. It hit her hard that she was losing her mother, her closest friend.

Not to say that our mother and me were not close too each other, me being her first-born son, it was just the way it was.

My sister wasn’t the most social of people, she preferred being with one or two close friends to crowds of people. She just wasn’t the type to go out and party regularly instead staying in and having wine with her close friends while watching a movie or just chatting.

I was the more social of the two of us and at 21 had done my fair share of partying, spending time with my large group of friends in various situations. I had changed my ways in the last few months though so that I could spend more time with my family making the most of the time we had.

It was during this time that my sister and me grew much closer, we had always helped each other out before, but I had increased the amount I did around the house taking the bulk of the chores so that she didn’t have to worry about it too much.

I became a shoulder for my sister to cry on, when everything got too much for her, I would be by her side listening to all her thoughts and worry’s and about what she was going to in the future. I made sure to be there for whenever she needed me, and do everything within my power to lower her troubles.

It was a week after our mother’s funeral and my sister had spent most of the week alone in her room except for meals, I decided escort ilanları that it was time to change that and headed towards Sophie’s room when he didn’t find her there he briefly considered where she might be before heading towards their mothers room.

It was there that I found my sister she was asleep on the bed wearing only her regular bed clothes which consisted of panties the current one’s being bubblegum blue and one of my t-shirts that was over sized but comfy enough for her to sleep in, from my position I could see that the top had ridden up as her smooth belly was on display.

Shaking my head I looked at her face, from the redness I could see that she had obviously being crying and I silently cursed myself for not being there for her and doing something sooner.

I stood staring at her face for a while, she was beautiful to my eyes and always had been, she was 5′ 4″ to my 5′ 7″ has straight brown hair that falls just past her shoulder blades, her face was flawless and make-up free she had never really needed It and used it rarely.

I had been standing there about 10 minutes when she started to stir and realizing I was their standing over her she sat up, pulled down her top and said in a small voice tinged with despair

“Chris!”

I immediately sat down next to her and pulled her into to a hug, she sighed and hugged me back tightly. I had been there a lot for her and she had noticed and felt genuine comfort in my embrace, we stayed like that for a while I then slowly pulled back so that I could see her face. Brushing away the new tears falling down her face, I leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

“Lets go out for lunch, it would do us both some good to get out Sophie.”

“I don’t know Chris.”

“Come on, we need to do some grocery shopping anyway.”

“Ok then, let me gaziantep escort ilanları something on and I’ll be downstairs in a moment”

I nodded my head towards her and said “okay.”

It was about 15 minutes later when I heard come downstairs, standing up from the chair, I looked towards her and blinked several times. She had a simple sundress and looked simply amazing.

Noticing the way I was looking at her Sophie suddenly remembered her mother saying

“The good with the bad.”

She had looked to Sophie then pointed towards me.

“He loves you Sophie.” She had whispered then repeated, “The good with the bad.”

“Sis” I said noticing a tear on her face.

“I’m ok Chris.” Sophie said giving me a small smile, “Just remembered something mom said.

“What?”

“Something interesting” she said with another smile on her face.

Looking to her I decided to not press her any further, I was happy to see her with a smile on her face. It had been a while since she had smiled like that.

“Let’s go, Chris,” she said heading towards the door.

We headed to her favourite café for lunch which bought another smile to her face, Sophie was watching me closely and noticed all the special attention that I was paying to her from opening the door for her to making sure she was ok.

After our lunch we headed to the local supermarket, I grabbed a trolley after opening her door for and helping her out of the car. Pushing the trolley we made our way into the shop, when Sophie wasn’t putting stuff into the trolley she made sure she was a close to me as possible, after paying for the groceries we left.

Getting home we quickly put everything away. Sophie then turned to me and asked, “Do you want to go down the beach for a walk?”

A little surprised at her sudden request gaziantep escort bayan ilanları I nodded “sure.”

Leaving the house we walked toward the beach it was only a 5-minute walk to the beach from her house. When we got their there was very few people on the beach. As we stepped on to the soft sand Sophie reached her hand over and took mine in hers, shocking me at first but I knew she needed me to be there for her so I carried on holding her hand.

“Lets go there” Sophie said using her free hand to point towards a rock formation half way down the beach.

“Sure Sis.”

We took our time walking along the beach, I repeatedly look to my sister noticing the soft smile she had on her face, and her happiness allowed me to relax.

When we reached the rock formation Sophie started to climb up the rocks. Looking to me she said “Come on up, there is a place to sit down up here.”

Following my sister unsure of my footing.

“I never knew that.”

“Yea I found it a while back, it’s a nice secluded spot.”

I finally caught up to her as she reached the spot “where…” I started to say before noticing what looked to be a natural bench cut into the rock.

“Wow.”

“It’s a quiet isolated space,” she said to me sitting down

Moving to her side, “Thanks for showing me your special place.”

“Yea,” Sophie said smiling, “Thanks for being here for me Chris.”

“Of Course.”

She moved and put her head on my shoulder.

“Anything for my beautiful sister.”

“Beautiful?” Sophie said looking in to my eyes.

Looking back at her I simply nodded.

“Oh Chris.”

“I love you Sophie.”

Seeing the Look in my eye she leaned forward and kissed me.

Breaking the kiss after a short while she said, “I Love you too.”

We moved together and kissed again, holding tight too each other neither of us wanting to let go.

“Mom was right.”

“What do you mean?”

“She knew you loved me.”

“Really.”

“Yea, we were talking one day and she told me and also said her favourite saying.”

“The good with the bad.”

“Yea, we lost our mom,” Tears started flowing but with a small smile on her face Sophie said, “But we found each other.”

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Chapter 13: Captain’s Wife Gets Crazy

I walked out her door and into mine. I raced to my bedroom where I turned on the set. I heard Shirley walk into her bedroom. Then I heard Peter say, “I saw what you did to the bitch; you wanted me out of there so you could have first crack at her. That was some show.”

Shirley responded, “I’m glad you liked it; I saw you there in the hallway watching me, jerking your cock. It would have been nice if you would have joined me and fucked me while I ate her you know.”

Peter said, “Are you kidding? No fucking way. I got off on watching you two. Do you think she really sleeps that hard? I mean I watched her get off.”

Shirley said, “I think so; to her it was nothing but a sex dream. I bet she was thinking of her husband over seas. Poor baby, her husband is over there getting all the fun he wants and she is stuck here bored, as she puts it.”

I heard a drawer open and then silence, and then Shirley said, “Smell this. I washed this today; after lunch when I used it. I think Linda used this while we where at the club.”

I heard Peter say, “Maybe you should send her down to the sex shop in town, or take her there. That way she can buy her own.”

I felt my face turn red and warm. OH FUCK! How could I be so stupid? Why didn’t I wash that?

Then Shirley said, “Check your things. is anything missing? Did she go through your things? I heard drawers open and close. Then I heard walking. My heart was pounding in my chest. They knew I snooped around. They knew I used Shirley’s black rubber dick.

I heard walking again then Shirley said, “Look what Linda watched while we were out.”

Peter said “So? You told her to help herself. I heard you.”

Shirley said, “Yes I did. But look at what she chose.”

“Holy fuck! No kidding! She watched this? How do you know?” Peter asked.

Shirley said, “Because when you put the DVD on stop it always brings you right back to where you were when you stopped. She watched it to the end. My guess is she watched this and got horny. Found my black cock and used it pretending to be the bitch in the movie.”

Peter said, “Hmm, makes sense. Why didn’t she clean it? Do you think we came home too early and she didn’t have time to clean it or what? She sure seemed like she was asleep to me. You don’t think she was faking and just let us do that to her do you?”

There was a very long silence, then Shirley said “I don’t think so, I am sure I can tell when a person is asleep or not. Her eyes were moving under her lids in REM sleep; she was out. I just think she didn’t know better. I’ll think of something besides it is nice to have a hot, little, sexy neighbor again. Who knows, if we play our cards right we may be able to make Linda’s life a little less boring.”

“Can you tell how much of that thing she got inside of her baby?” Peter asked.

Shirley responded, “Look at this; she must have been wet as could be. Look at the juice line she left behind; she had it all the way up to here; Jesus her old man must be hung like a horse for her to take all of this.”

Peter quipped, “It looks like she took as much as you can or close to it.”

Shirley said, “Hmm, now that is a nice picture. You really think she can take as much as I can?”

Listening to them was driving me crazy. I had never heard anyone speak like that and it all concerned my vagina and me. It took me a long time to get that into myself and it look ed like Shirley took that size all the time. From their conversation, it was obvious to me that Peter must be as big as that rubber thing at least in the length. But no man could be as thick as that thing was. Shirley couldn’t mean that when she said it!

There is something real bad about laying in bed at night listening to other people’s most intimate moments. It was so hot listening to them talk about me. Listening to them as they cuddled, kissed, and made love.

Oh how I wished I had the rubber cock with me. I listened to the two of them have sex for the longest time. My hand and fingers were almost numb when I just had to stop. My arm was tired and I could not climax anymore no matter what.

I heard Shirley say “I saw Linda the other day at the Exchange; she bought a large box of condoms.”

Peter said “Fuck, I bet her old man is having her send them to him. I bet he told her their for his men’s rifles.”

Shirley asked, “What makes you think that? Maybe she’s just making sure he doesn’t bring anything home that won’t fit in a suitcase. Or make any baby’s over there. You asked me for rubbers and I sent them. You never told me why; you didn’t just go to the Exchange and get them yourself.”

He said, “I couldn’t. If anyone saw a married Officer living in the BOQ buying rubbers, the Commander would have skinned him. Oh he didn’t give a shit that we got some ass. He just didn’t want anyone to know that he knew. It’s an Officer thing. The enlisted can fuck around all they want, we have to play hide and seek.”

Shirley eskort gaziantep laughed and said, “Hide and seek my ass. Everyone knows what’s going on; all you officers are horny bastards.”

Peter said, “Yea, here everyone is married and together. When we go and screw around it’s all behind closed doors. No one gets caught with their pants down.”

I laid there thinking that they are all wrong about John; he would never screw around on me.

I heard Peter say to Shirley, “I’ll be going out for a week starting in the morning. I’ll leave you F.F. and I expect to find you that way when I return.”

I thought, “how sweet, he says the same thing to Shirley that John says to me. He wants her to be feeling fine when he gets back.”

Then Shirley said “Oh you bad man. Don’t worry, I’ll be freshly fucked for you when you get in, maybe just by minutes.”

I heard that and sat straight up in bed. F.F. that means FRESHLY FUCKED? No way. No fucking way. John wouldn’t mean that. F.F. had to mean feeling fine, not freshly fucked.

I pulled open the nightstand drawer where I kept John’s letters to me, I began opening them and reading. It was the fifth letter where he began putting that in the Postscript. I also caught something else; he kept telling me to go out and have fun. Not to stay home all cooped up. He told me to go to the club and let my hair down. What was he telling me or trying to tell me? Was he telling me to go to bed with other men? No way, NO FUCKING WAY!!!

I sat there holding the letters; I guess what Peter said to Shirley was true. John must have a girlfriend over there and he was easing his conscious by telling me to go out and get laid. How could he?

I turned off the monitor so my neighbors would not get into my head and mix it up anymore tonight. I laid down and kept going over and over it in my mind, my phone conversations with John. I just thought he meant he wanted me not to be bored. I thought he cared for my happiness. It was all a lie nothing but a big fat lie.

I may not love the sex with John, but I do or felt like I loved him. I do love him. Maybe he doesn’t love me anymore? Maybe when it comes to sex he is not happy with me? Maybe I am the one that is not satisfying him?

He could not think that. I mean I would give him a blowjob at the drop of a hat. We would have sex all the time. (He just wasn’t good at it, but we did it all the time it seemed.) Maybe if he was a good lover like Peter or even Jimmy for that matter (what would happen if he was a good lover?).

I knew one thing, that Shirley and Peter loved each other and they loved the sex. I mean they really loved it. God, I wish John was like Peter in the lovemaking department. Oh I don’t know what to think. Obviously Peter had a different outlook on sex than most men, maybe even John.

Fuck, what do I do? I am always horny; my husband wants me to screw around; he’s fucking around on me. Why shouldn’t I have some fun myself? Who knows, maybe I will find a man like Peter for myself.

The more I think about this, I have decided to get out of the house, I made a mental note to check out the phonebook in the morning and see what this sex shop was and where was it downtown.

When I got up, I was feeling horny as usual. My fucking neighbors were at it again. My speaker was beside my head on the pillow it was their wild loud sex that woke me up. I looked at the clock and saw it was 9:30. I thought Peter was at work, I mean that early in the day on a base everyone is at work. Maybe he had a day off or was going in late.

I turned on the monitor and I heard a voice that I didn’t recognize; it hit me hard. It wasn’t Peter on the other side of the wall fucking Shirley. Who ever it was, was much more vocal than Peter and he was pretty vocal himself.

I heard him yell, “You like that cock bitch? You like my cock in your ass baby?”

Shirley as always was loud and screamed back at the man “FUCK YEA, GIVE ME THAT COCK! FUCK ME, HARDER! HARDER! ALL OF IT, FUCK ME YOU PRICK! YEA YEA, JUST LIKE THAT.”

The man moaned, “You are one hot bitch. Your asshole fits like a glove. Your ass is milking me dry Shirl, work it baby, work it.”

Shirley screamed, “HARDER BAKER, HARDER! ALL OF IT! COME ON BABY KEEP IT UP! KEEP FUCKING ME! I’M GETTING CLOSE, I’M CLOSE! DON’T YOU FUCKING STOP! DON’T STOP OR I’LL CUT YOUR FUCKING BALLS OFF! YEA, YEA OHHHH YEAAA THAT’S IT BABY. YEA. OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

I heard her do her scream as she came. I could hear the bed bouncing hard and fast as this man Baker kept screwing Shirley. They finely, finished after some time and there was a lot if kissing going on. They began to talk

The man asked, “When are you and Peter coming over?”

Shirley answered, “What do you mean? Are we suppose to come over?”

The man said, “Yea, last night don’t you remember Jan invited you both over for dinner this coming weekend? You said you would; gaziantep eskort bayan that you had a babysitter for Tommy. You know she wants to get Peter in bed again. You told me to stop in and we would set the time. Why did you think I stopped by today?”

Shirley laughed and said, as she laughed, “For a piece of ass. You always come over this time a day for a piece of ass; what else!”

The man laughed, “Yea your right. But we should set up a time. What about Friday night lets say 7:30 okay?”

Shirley said, “Okay, tomorrow at 7:30. I’ll see if my neighbor can watch Tommy. I’ll have Peter let you know later. Should we dress for an intimate dinner with just the four of us or what?”

The man said, “Just the four of us. No orgy I want you to myself.”

Shirley laughed and said, “I think Jan will have something to say about that. You know how she and I like to play by ourselves.”

The man laughed and said, “Yea, but we got all night, see if your sitter can spend the night. We’ll have a sleep over.”

Shirley said with out laughing, “Make it three couples and we will sleep over. Why not see if Ken and Carol can join us? It’s been a while since we last all got together.”

The man said, “Hey, if Peter don’t mind, I’m game.”

Shirley said, “Are you nuts? Peter is never going to turn down pussy. I don’t care who the bitch is. Set it up for the six of us and we’ll spend the night.”

I heard them as they dressed and I laid there sweating as I ran it all through my head again and again; I kept touching myself. My neighbors were animals, they were sex perverts; I thought of sex all the time. They did it all the time and it looked like they do it with whom ever they wanted without the other partner getting mad.

I know John; he would kill me if I were like Shirley. I just know that he would not do anything like that. I think it would be a kick to try a swapping thing once. But I think I know my John, he wouldn’t.

Since there was nothing coming from next door anymore, I got up and took my morning bath. It was nice to just lie there and relax in the water. I kept going over everything that I had heard in my mind; the things last night and this morning.

I dressed, made coffee, and around eleven thirty I heard a tapping on my door. I opened it to see Shirley; she had a cup of coffee in her hand. I invited her inside and we sat down at the kitchen table.

Shirley said, “I wanted to thank you again for watching Tommy last night. I wanted to ask you if you would mind spending the night tomorrow, Peter and I are invited to an all night orgy and it is no place for a child.”

It threw me when she said the word Orgy. I mean I knew what she was going to be doing. I just did not think she would want me to know. She was being so open with me that it shocked me. It took me so much by surprise that when she said the word Orgy I was sipping my coffee and I almost swallowed it down the wrong tube. I had to cough a bit.

She said, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to shock you.”

I coughed a little more and managed to say. “Oh you didn’t shock me. Well maybe you did; I wasn’t expecting to hear that from you.”

What she said next really shocked me; I mean I never expected her to be as open as she was. She said, “I thought you understood Peter and my sexual activity? We are both very active people. I saw that you used my black beauty last night and watched one of my favorite porn movies. I just figured you were like I am. I am so sorry, I’ll leave, you must think of me as an awful person.”

Shirley stood and I stood as I said, “No, please, I’m sorry. It just took me by surprise. That’s all. I am sorry for using your stuff and watching the movie. You must think I am a awful person myself.”

Shirley laughed, “Are you kidding, I offered everything to you last night remember? I said to make yourself at home. Hell, I don’t care about your using my black beauty; if you had washed it when you were finished, I would have never known. But when you left your lovely scent on it, well let’s just say it was a turn on as I cleaned it off with my own mouth last night. You were awake last night when I ate you weren’t you dear?”

I sat down and looked into her eyes as she sat back down; I said softly, “Yes, I never experienced anything like that before. I didn’t know what to do. I am so ashamed.”

She said in a stern tone, “Ashamed? Are you nuts? You did nothing to be ashamed about. And I didn’t either. Were you awake when Peter was fingering you Linda?”

I looked at her and said softly “Yes, yes I was.”

Shirley said, “I thought so, Peter thought so too. But I told him you were fast asleep. You know he watched me eat you from the hallway.”

I gasped, “He did?”

She said, “Oh yea, he watched you get off. Last night when we had sex I’m pretty sure he was fucking you and not me. When he is thinking of someone else he gets sort of wild, and very hard. gaziantep eskort I hope we are not too noisy for you. I have no idea how thick the walls are here. With your husband gone I never hear you. But then, I wouldn’t would I? I mean if you had a boyfriend come over for sex you would most likely try and keep the noise down wouldn’t you?”

I sputtered, “I ah, no. I mean I don’t have a boyfriend.”

Shirley said, “Hmm, I thought I saw you at the exchange shopping the other day. Weren’t you buying a large box of condoms?”

I said, “I ah, buy those for John. He gives them to his men to keep the end of their rifle barrels covered when they are out in the field.”

Shirley said, “Ah yea, Peter told me the officers do that for their men. But I thought Peter told me they keep the guns all locked up and hardly have to pull them out over there. Maybe they use them more where you’re husband is at. Never mind that, you know what you need is a black beauty like mine all for yourself. There is a place down town called `The Pleasure Zone’ it is an adult theater, bookstore, and video center. You can pick up a lovely cock like mine for under twenty bucks. And since you won’t let me pay you, I’ll tell you what; I want to buy you one for your lonely nights. You know while hubby is overseas and you are in need like last night. What do you say, will you let me buy you one, Linda?”

I felt flushed; I knew I had to be seven shades of red. I was excited talking like this. Yet I did not wish to express my excitement. Besides, I really did not know Shirley well enough to be speaking of such intimate details as we were talking about.

I stumbled over my words I said, “I ah, well I ah…”

Shirley interrupted me and said, “Look dear, don’t go thinking I am trying to get into your pants. I was tipsy last night and it won’t happen again unless you tell me different. I’m just being open and honest. I am sexual and so are my friends. Peter and I have lots of friends and life is too short to lie to each other and ourselves. Now I know you liked doing what you did last night. I figured you don’t have a dildo, so what do you say? Will you allow me to buy you one of your own? You can always use one of mine; just do me the favor of washing it when you are finished. It’s a hygiene thing.”

I had no idea what to say, or how to respond. I looked at her and just shook my head yes. She reached in her pocket and pulled out a ten and twenty. Placing it on the table, “Just give me the receipt and change when you get back. I would go with you, but I have company coming over later and I don’t want to miss him.”

I welcomed the opportunity to change the topic from me to her so I quickly smirked, “Sounds like Peter’s coming home for a nooner!”

Shirley chuckled and said; “Not likely, Greg is coming over for a nooner. His wife is giving Peter a nooner herself. Like I said we have lots of friends. And all of them are as sexual as you and I are.”

She did it again. I was shocked, I had no idea what to say next. Every time she opened her mouth I got shocked again.

Shirley noticed and said, “Oh don’t be such a fucking prude baby, it’s just sex. If your old man was around I bet you both would be joining us in our key club.”

I knew she was way off base now, I said “Oh I know that John wouldn’t swap. He’s too straight laced.”

Shirley said, “Hmm, I never met a man yet that could turn down some hot young thing willing to give up her ass. Maybe he is different. When did you say he was getting back from Korea?”

I answered, “I don’t know, maybe six more months. Maybe another twelve.”

Shirley gasped, “Shit Linda we need to get you a boyfriend. I know just the guy. He’s hung like a horse and loves the swap club. We won’t let him come alone; it’s a couples thing you know.”

Putting up my hand I said, “Oh no, no way. I don’t need any boyfriend. I’ll go get that thing today and I’ll be fine.”

Funny how things happen. I had no intention of going down to that sex place and buy that dildo. I guess it was a defense mechanism when I blurted it out. Once I said it I knew I wanted to go get the thing.

Shirley said as she got up to walk out, “Suit yourself. But I know men, and your Johnny is getting all the pussy he wants over there. You might as well have your fun too you know. But if you can get by with the rubber cock instead of the real kind more power to you. I can’t. I’ll stop by later to see what you bought and pick up the change.”

I sat there in a daze. I had known this woman less than two days. I mean I knew of her and we had said hi once in awhile, but in less than twenty four hours she and I spoke of things I have never spoken to anyone about. I have shared sexual things with her that I have never shared with another soul. I am letting her buy me a sex toy that I will be using to help me forget about the sex that I am missing being married to a husband that is not around and even if he was around, he was not an accomplished lover.

I have no idea just how long I sat there in the kitchen; my coffee was ice cold when I came back to my senses. I looked at the money and thought to myself “Why the fuck not!” I stood up put the money into my shorts and grabbing the car keys started walking out the door. As I got to it, I realized I had no idea where I was going.

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“We can manage it on our own,” Juliet said eagerly. She was right. Of course we could manage it. Ever since I was about nine years old mother and I had taken annual trips on the river in a houseboat. True, we had always gone on these jaunts with Uncle Ted and Aunt Margareta, and that was the problem concerning the upcoming trip.

Uncle Ted’s father had died, so he and my Aunt had to go north for the funeral, and to wind up business affairs. The houseboat had been booked and the deposit paid. The question was, would mother and I go on our own? We could certainly physically handle the boat and mother was as always very enthusiastic about our river vacation.

She was, perhaps, somewhat more ardent about our taking this trip than usual. I was less zealous. The thought of two weeks alone with mother on a houseboat, travelling a particularly remote part of the Great River, somehow disturbed me. It was as if the prospect stirred in me those feelings, those longings that the conscious mind managed to repress. At this point, I could not identify what it was that caused me to hesitate about the trip. There was simply a slight feeling of apprehension.

I looked up at mother and saw her beautiful but strange gray-green eyes fixed on me. Ever since I was a child, I had ambivalent feelings about those eyes. They had a hypnotic quality about them. It was as if she could read one’s thoughts. On the one hand I loved to look into them, yet at the same time feared what she would see in me. Looking back, I wonder if she could read those desires that I myself could not or would not acknowledge.

I should explain that at the time I was twenty years old. Mother, whom I usually called by her name, Juliet, was thirty-six. My birth was the result of a little bit of sexual experimentation with an older boy at the same school when my mother was a young high school student.

I have never known, nor have I sought to know, who my father is. I gather that his family must have been well heeled, as money continued to be paid to my mother until the time I began my working life.

Juliet, as I shall now call her, was offered and refused an abortion. She was equally adamant about my being adopted out after my birth. The upshot was, my grandparents undertook my upbringing for the first years of my life, while Juliet continued to study. I have learned that during my first year she did breast feed me.

At that time, she was more like an older sister than a mother. When I was about five years old, Juliet began to take on more and more of the mothering role. When I was eight years of age, she had graduated as an accountant, and we moved into a place of our own. From then on, she accepted sole responsibility for my upbringing, but the older sister aspect of our relationship continued.

As I entered puberty, and became more intensely aware of myself as a sexual being, I did wonder from time to time how and when Juliet might have any sexual relationships. I had never been subjected to any visiting or resident “uncles.” If Juliet did engage in sexual activity, she kept it well out of sight and sound from me. I must confess that I was not equally circumspect in my sexual behaviour, and Juliet must have had more than inkling, concerning my love life.

Our relationship as mother/sister and son/brother, was a very close one. I loved Juliet deeply, and knew that the feeling was reciprocated. From childhood right through my teenage years, I was always very proud to have such a young mother. When I brought home friends from high school, I was amused to see them staring with a mixture of wonder and desire at my very attractive mother.

At the time that the upcoming river trip had been arranged, I had decided for two reasons that it would probably be my last trip. First, at twenty the idea of a family holiday no longer appealed. I wanted to be a free spirit. Second, it meant two weeks of sexual abstinence, as I would be cut off for two weeks from my usual sex partners. Consequently, when I first heard that my aunt and uncle would not be able to come on the trip, I thought, with a little relief, that it would be called off.

Now Juliet’s eagerness for the trip made me a little ashamed at my own lack of enthusiasm. With her penetrating eyes upon me, and my sense of churlishness to make me feel guilty, I finally agreed we should go.

Our trip began on a Saturday morning. The town from which we left was the last of the closely inhabited countryside. From the north of the town and for the next one hundred and sixty kilometres, the river flowed through sparsely inhabited country, its banks lined with ancient gum trees, and young stands of trees grown up since the last great flood.

One could be very isolated here in an environment that seemed as old as time itself, the only contact with the outside world being one of the five locks that were between our starting point and the next town north. It was necessary for us to take at least one week’s food supplies with us.

Sitting at the steering console of the boat, I could faintly hear the thump of gaziantep escort bayan ilanları the diesel motor, which only occasionally intruded more loudly when the stern door of the main cabin was opened. We cruised up stream at about eight kilometres an hour, and down stream at nine kilometres an hour.

The main cabin of the boat consisted of three bedrooms, two with double beds and one with a pair of bunks, and the main area that combined the steering console, kitchen and dining areas. In addition, there were fairly spacious fore and after decks, the after deck being used for fishing and with a ladder that dropped into the water for swimmers.

After a couple of hours we had left the inhabited areas well behind. While I steered the boat, Juliet had been tidying away our supplies and making preliminary preparations for the evening meal. We had left the town at midday, and it was our custom to stop traveling at around three in the afternoon. This gave us time to swim, go for a walk in the forest that lined the banks, or try our luck at fishing.

Her immediate tasks completed, Juliet came to stand beside me at the console. I was seated and this brought her breasts level with my face. This must have happened many times before on previous trips, but for the first time, I was intensely aware of their beauty. She wore no bra, and needed none. Her breasts moved in that lithe, sensuous way they are prone to when unbridled.

Her closeness enabled me to catch the fragrance of her body. Ever since childhood this had fascinated and delighted me. I had never known Juliet to use perfume or deodorant. Her delicious body aroma came from a brand of soap she used, and which gave her an antiseptic smell. This was only slight, but conveyed a sense of cleanliness. As a child, I used to hug close to her just to catch that lovely odour. Now, whilst being reminded of those earlier days, I found a new dimension added as I felt a stirring in my groin.

I sought to suppress the feelings that were starting to well up within me, reminding myself that Juliet was, after all, my mother, however young and ravishing she might be. I tried to distract myself by pointing out features of the landscape we were passing through. My attempt sounded forced and artificial to my ears.

Fortunately, just as my penis began to harden inside my shorts, Juliet pointed out a small group of kangaroos standing close to the river. If this did not do very much to diminish my embarrassing physical problem, it at least meant that Juliet’s attention was elsewhere, and would not perhaps notice my growing predicament.

As we went round a bend in the river the kangaroos passed out of sight. Fortunately Juliet decided to do some more stowing away, and with the comment, “I suppose we should be thinking about pulling in soon,” she left my side.

I began to look out for a suitable spot to take the boat in. For those who do not know these boats on our river, I should briefly explain their design.

They are built on two pontoons and are rectangular in shape, being longer than they are broad. The method of tying them up is to take the boat bow first into the bank until the pontoons either touch the bank, or ground on the riverbed. The boat is then tied with four ropes, the up stream stern rope first, to hold the boat against the stream, thus:

Partially distracted from my sexual arousal, I shortly found a suitable spot for the boat and began to run in towards the bank. Juliet stood by with the upstream stern rope, and as soon as we touched the bank she leaped off and secured the rope to a gnarled old man gum tree. As the rope tightened, I put the engine into neutral and joined Juliet in tying the other ropes. This done I went aboard and cut the motor.

We were engulfed by silence. There is something mysterious and age-old in the silence of our bush. Some people are frightened when they first experience it; some have even been driven mad. One can believe that the ghosts of the ancient people of this continent still hunt across the plains and through the forests, and for those who like myself, love this land, the primal passions can begin to emerge. The thin layer of so-called “civilisation” falls away, and a more primitive self emerges.

Juliet and I stood listening. The distant sound of a tree branch falling. The soft rustle of a creature moving in the bush. What sounded like the thump of a kangaroo bounding away from us.

It was as if we stood amid the first sounds of Eden, but suddenly Juliet whispered, “Look, David.” She pointed, and I saw a snake slithering into the river and begin to undulate its way to the other bank.

I thought: “Yes, there is always a snake in Paradise.”

“Time for us to take a swim as well,” Juliet laughed, and we went on board and down to the stern.

I lowered the short swimming ladder as Juliet undressed. When I turned, she was standing naked before me.

We had always swum nude on our river trips so I had seen her naked beauty many escort bayan gaziantep ilanları times before. Yet never before had her female loveliness so overwhelmed me.

On previous occasions, there had always been uncle and aunt with us, and their presence somehow distracted me from what now struck me so powerfully. Now, looking at Juliet, it was as if I was seeing her for the first time. Her penetrating eyes looking past me at that moment, the chestnut coloured hair falling in natural waves to her shoulders. The full mouth, large firm breasts with erect nipples, long shapely legs with the triangle of pubic hair at the top of her thighs, and through the hair could be seen a firmly cleft vagina.

I was utterly confounded. My penis began to rise again, and to cover my confusion I dived into the river. As my head came above the water, I saw Juliet climbing down the swimming ladder. Her back was towards me, and I saw her firm high buttocks. She dropped laughing into the water and swam away.

I splashed around for a while, but realised I should have to get out of the water before Juliet. My erection was still hard and aching. I could not bear her to see the feelings she was arousing in me.

I climbed the ladder and fled to my cabin. After drying myself, I pulled on my shorts and tried to arrange my genitals so they would not show. It was not very successful.

I decided to try my luck at fishing. As I set up my rod Juliet came up the ladder. I tried not to look, but it did not help it because Juliet came over to me and looked over my shoulder. One breast was brushing against my bare shoulder. “How could I have thought this was Paradise,” I thought, it’s hell.

“Going to try fishing?” Juliet asked. “I tried to answer, but it felt as if there was a lump in my throat, and all I managed was a croaking, “Yes.”

“I’m going for a walk,” Juliet went on, and disappeared into her cabin and a few minutes later she stepped ashore. I saw her start her walk along the bank and disappear among the trees.

Alone, I tried to come to terms with my wild emotions. I told myself over and over again, “She’s your mother, not some girl at college. You can’t feel like this about her.” But I did feel that way.

Finally, I gave in and went to my cabin to masturbate. It provided some relief, but the thought, the desire, was still there.

I returned to my fishing just as Juliet came back on board and began the final preparations for the evening meal. My fishing to that point had been even less successful than my attempts to get sex and Juliet out of my mind. She called to me that the meal was ready, and with a feeling of trepidation, I went in.

Juliet had changed into a simple dress that hung loosely from her. It might have concealed her body and given me some peace, but instead it hardened me once more, for the dress seemed to hang from the points of her breasts in such a tantalizing way, that it sent the imagination raging.

The meal was eaten in what for us, was an unusual silence. I tried not to look at Juliet, but I was aware that from time to time her piercing blue-gray eyes were focused on me, and seemed to burn into my soul. “Oh God,” I thought, “she knows what I’m thinking and feeling.”

I struggled to eat the food, my stomach felt so knotted. As soon as the meal was over, I hastened to clear up so as to keep myself busy. Yet before us stretched the evening. I knew what must follow.

Ever since I was a child, Juliet and I had played our favourite game, Scrabble. Even without discussion, while I washed up, Juliet got out the board and tiles. Normally we would have played two, perhaps three, games. On this night Juliet brought me blessed relief when she said after the first game, “I feel tired, I think I’ll go to bed.”

I quickly agreed, and while Juliet went off for her shower, I cleared away the game and tidied up. As I finished Juliet came out of the shower room and called out that I could use it. I turned to see her coming along the passage naked. As if this were not agony enough, she came, and kissing me, said, “Goodnight, darling.” The turmoil roared within me.

Hoping to give myself sufficient ease to at least get to sleep, I masturbated in the shower. It helped not at all. I lay awake trying to come to terms with the hopeless mess I felt myself to be. I wanted to flee, to leave the boat and go I knew not where. The thought of two weeks of this torment was almost beyond bearing, yet I must stay.

I masturbated again, and thus managing to gain some relaxation, I finally got to sleep.

Juliet gently shaking me awakened me. “Come on, darling, it’s time we were on the move.”

I didn’t want to wake up. I didn’t want to face the coming day, knowing what the nearness of Juliet, and the isolation we were penetrating into, would mean for me emotionally. Yet arise I must.

Breakfast was eaten in silence, and now I could feel a tension between us. Juliet, like me, seemed to be avoiding eye contact. I thought, gaziantep bayan escort ilanları “She knows how I feel, and now she is disgusted.”

After breakfast, Juliet started the motor while I untied the boat, and then we headed upstream once more.

We were passing through beautiful scenery, but sadly, I was in no mood to enjoy it. Juliet too seemed preoccupied. After spending an hour at the wheel, she handed over to me, and sat on the foredeck seemingly lost in thought. After another hour had passed she took the wheel again, and so the day passed. Both of us seemed to be locked into our own thoughts.

Again, around three in the afternoon we pulled into the bank. We swam, and afterwards I tried fishing, but neither of us seemed to have any desire to do anything. It all seemed to be impossibly wretched, and I began to think I would try to discuss with Juliet turning back and going home.

I didn’t carry out this thought because at the evening meal I was once more overwhelmed.

Juliet took a late afternoon shower, and I followed suit. When I returned to the dining area, I was stunned. The table was laid as if we were in an expensive restaurant. White cloth, napkins, cutlery laid out and two candles burning in the evening dusk. Above all, was Juliet’s dress.

She had on a diaphanous sari, through which one could catch tantalising glimpses of her breasts and the dark triangle of her pubic hair. I thought my mind would explode.

“Do you like my dress?” she asked. “I got it especially for our trip.”

I struggled to reply, but finally managed to get out, “It’s beautiful, mother.”

Almost immediately, I realised that I had called her “Mother” for the first time in years. I think she also recognised this and smiled.

The elegance of the meal was, I am sorry to say, wasted on me. What I feasted on was this lovely woman sitting opposite me. She was no longer silent, but I was unable to respond to her attempts at conversation. Yet, those attempts were not easy for her. I could hear the nervous strain in her voice.

There was no game of Scrabble that evening. Instead, Juliet suggested that we relax with some music. Knowing I would be unable to concentrate on the game, I readily agreed to her suggestion.

Using the boat’s cassette player, she put on some of the Bach Brandenburg Concertos. Whilst some might think of these as an intellectual exercise in music appreciation, for me, unfortunately, they have always been very sensuous works, and I am sure Juliet knew this. They did nothing to relieve sexual stress.

After an hour of listening to the music in the gathering dark, I said I would go to bed. Juliet said she would stay up for a while.

Once more, there was no hope of easy or early sleep but eventually I dozed off.

How long I slept for I am not sure, but I was awakened by a change in the weather. When I went to bed the weather had been calm and quiet, the water barely rippling. Now as I awoke, I realised that one of those sudden storms the river gives rise to, had come roaring in.

The river acted as a sort of funnel for winds and seemed to increase their intensity. Now the boat was heaving and straining at its moorings, and I could hear rain pelting down on the cabin roof. I looked out of the window but in the blackness of the storm, I could see nothing.

At this point, I thought I heard my name being called. I listened and heard it again, “David.” I got out of bed, and wrapping a towel round my middle, I went out into the passage. It was dark, but I could see a light under the door of Juliet’s cabin. The voice came again, “David.”

I knocked on her door and she called, “Come in.”

Entering I saw she was naked and kneeling on the bed beside the window.

“Darling,” she said, “Could you close this window for me? It seems to be stuck, and the wind is blowing straight in.”

This I could see for myself, as some lighter items had been blown around in the cabin.

Trying not to look at her, I went to the window. She was very close and I could smell the alluring fragrance of her body. I was intensely aware of her femaleness and her close proximity. The window was one of those that slide sideways, and it seemed to have become angled so it jammed. I wrestled with it for a moment, then it slipped sideways.

Still not looking at her, I said, “Okay?”

“Thank you, my love,” she answered, and I made to leave her cabin.

I had just got to the door when above the noise of the raging storm, and in the faintest of whispers Juliet said, “Don’t go, baby.”

I was not sure if I had heard aright. I was startled because the term “Baby,” had ceased to be used by her when I was ten years old, and I had protested.

I turned back, this time looking directly at her, and for the second time that evening called her “mother.” “Yes, mother?” I asked in a whisper to match her own.

“I understand, darling,” she said. “It’s all right. There’s nothing to fear.” As she said this she moved from her kneeling position and stretched out on the bed. Her eyes were upon me, earnest yet anxious.

This was the turning point. If I interpreted the situation wrongly, I was in danger of destroying a relationship with one I loved dearly. My emotions raged, matching the storm that was beating against the boat, which now rocked violently. I wanted to speak or move, but I seemed to be paralysed both in speech and mobility, except that I swayed to the motion of the pitching and tossing boat.

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I have had many requests asking me to continue with this story. So here we go. If you haven’t already done so it is probably worth reading Pt 1 to understand the characters.

The calendar had rolled over into August and after the interesting situation that had arisen with my granddaughter Chloe and her friend Samantha in July, it seemed to have become a quiet period.

There were more visitors to the village and its beach as the summer holiday period had started but it was quiet at home. A few of my grandsons were going to visit early in the month to use the paddle boards and canoes but nothing else was planned.

I spent a lot of time wondering if I had acted correctly whilst Chloe and Sam were down here with me, in particular in respect of my granddaughter. I thought anyone looking at the situation from outside would think me a disgusting perverted old man who was borderline incestuous. Although Sam was not related to me could it be thought that I abused her? I wasn’t sure at all.

I still spent my time on the nudist section of the beach which was always quieter than the main area. One day Mary and Janet, a couple of older ladies who always walked naked along the beach when taking their daily exercise, stopped and chatted with me.

We always said hello to each other but it was unusual for them to strike up a conversation.

‘Morning Jim, how are you today’ Mary asked.

‘I’m fine thank you, my usual self’ I replied.

They glanced at each other and then Janet spoke. ‘We saw you with your grandsons doing some water sports last week but you just seem to have a different demeanour about you from normal. We don’t want to be nosy but since the two young ladies went home you seem to have withdrawn into yourself a little. We thought we would check everything was ok. We’ll leave you to it, take care.’

They continued with their walk along the beach.

My mind began to question itself again. If two people who were almost friends had noticed there was something different about me, had our activities leaked out into the public arena? I hoped not, more so for the girls sakes.

Chloe had messaged me to confirm they had got home safely on the day they left, but I had heard nothing more since. Perhaps I should have checked to see they were both ok a few days later. If I was questioning myself perhaps both of them were as well, and didn’t want to speak to me about it.

I spent the middle days of August mulling over the situation without managing to resolve the questions in my head.

It was approaching the end of August and I realised I hadn’t seen Mary and Janet for a while when they suddenly appeared on their walk. I noticed their tans had darkened and guessed they had been somewhere warmer on holiday.

‘Hello’ they both said simultaneously.

‘Hi’ I replied ‘looks like you have been somewhere warmer on holiday.’

‘Yes we have’ Mary answered ‘we spent ten days in Croatia staying in a few places and ending up in the lovely town of Dubrovnik.’

‘That sounds very nice’ I said ‘I visited there a few years ago and remember it well.’

‘How have you been keeping?’ Janet asked with an inquisitive look on her face.

I paused and thought for a moment. ‘Well….to be honest I do have something that is bothering me at the moment……and I am struggling to resolve it in my mind.’

They looked knowingly at each other and Janet said ‘We guessed as much…..if we can help you just ask.’

I paused again…….’well it’s a little on the private side…….in the past I might have discussed it with my wife…….but as you know that is no longer an option.’

The two of them looked at each other again and I realized they had made an unconscious communication with each other.

‘If you are perhaps looking for a female perspective on your issue we would be happy to try and help. In total confidence, of course, no matter what.’

There was a period of silence and they knew I was mulling their offer over.

Mary suddenly broke the silence…. ‘I tell you what, why don’t you come and have coffee with us say at 11:00 tomorrow morning. We can just chat about anything and if you feel you want to broach your problem then so be it.’

‘That sounds nice, thank you, I’ll take you up on your offer.’

‘Right, we’ll continue with our walk’ said Janet and they marched off along the beach.

I realized she was being diplomatic and giving me time to gather my thoughts.

I’d known the ladies for a long time but didn’t know how they would react to my problem. Would they condemn me outright or even report me to some relevant authority? But then thinking about it they always seemed sensible, and they were openly naturist so maybe they could ease my worries.

They lived about a quarter of a mile away so the following morning I walked to their house and found them weeding in the front garden.

‘Hello Jim’ they both said as I entered through the garden gate. ‘Come on through to the back garden, it’s a bit more private’ said karataş escort Mary ‘how do you take your coffee?’

‘White with one sugar for me, thanks’.

We all sat around the patio table and exchanged a few pleasantries.

As the chat lulled a bit Janet spoke. ‘Jim, we have known you for a while even though we might not be described as close friends. As ladies of a certain disposition we have experienced problems in our lives and have dealt with them. We have all been completely naked on the beach for several years now so we have nothing to hide, and we have never doubted your integrity. Unless you’re going to admit to being a mad axe murderer I’m sure we can help you deal with your issue.’

I gave a little laugh. ‘No, violence of that type is not my problem.’ I paused for a moment. ‘It is related to the girls though, if you remember Chloe, my granddaughter and her friend Sam…Well Samantha is her full name.

Mary said ‘I remember them well; you looked like an ordinary friendly family group having fun together on the beach. I see no problem there.

‘Yes’ I said ‘but they um….um….sought my help on a couple of matters.’

‘Go on ‘Janet said quietly ‘you won’t be overheard back here, no one overlooks our garden.’

‘The first matter was to help Sam learn some dance moves and although our bodies touched it wasn’t really a problem.’

‘So it was the second matter that has been causing you to worry then?’ Mary said.

I paused to find the courage to admit what I had done. ‘You saw how playful the girls were on the beach. Well…..that was a prelude to them asking me to help Sam.’ I took a deep breath ‘ they wanted me to…..um…..um…..they wanted me to teach Sam about….um…having intercourse.’

‘I can’t see your problem in acting as a father figure in that situation’ Janet said ‘they are both obviously over the age of consent.’

‘No……I don’t think you are understanding me, or more likely I’m struggling to clearly explain. They wanted me to be Practical!…..Physical!!’

Total silence ensued for a minute or so while they absorbed my misdemeanours.

Janet then spoke slowly and quietly. ‘So what happened was that you were asked by someone of well over legal age to have consensual sex with her, and you did so without any coercion or force by yourself and in front of a witness, and I assume the outcome was enjoyable to all parties.’

‘Well……yes…..that’s basically what happened, but since then I’ve not heard from them other than knowing they got home safely. I’m half convinced I’m guilty of several crimes.’

Janet looked at me for a moment. ‘Are you mad?’

‘ Here it comes’ I thought.

‘I think every red-blooded male in the country would have loved to have been in your position, but I’m sure you were the kindest, gentlest man who could have possibly have carried out that initiation for a young lady.’

My mouth dropped open in almost shock…….’You don’t think I’ve done wrong?’

‘On the contrary…..I think you have given a great service to a young lady who asked you for help. My guess is they are both busy planning for their final year at University and that’s why there has been no communication. There is nothing stopping YOU from phoning to find out the situation is there?

‘No…..I guess not…….thank you both so much, my mind has been wandering all over the place with worry about this.’

I was so relieved to have their opinion; I can relax a bit now. We chatted on over coffee but nothing else about my exploits was brought up. I thanked the ladies for their hospitality and returned home.

That evening I followed their advice and phoned my granddaughter.

‘Oh hiya granddad how are you?

‘Hello Chloe, I hadn’t heard from you over the holidays and wondered how you were keeping. The boys came down earlier in the month so I’ve caught up with all of them.’

‘I’ve been fairly busy actually, I managed to get a four week job in a local office covering people taking their holidays and what with a bit of revision I’ve been fairly tied up.’

‘Oh that’s good ‘I replied ‘I guess the pocket money will come in useful.’

‘Yes it will help out…..anyway I’ve been meaning to phone you as well. I’d like to come down for the second week in September if that’s ok with you, my job will be finished and it will be a nice break before University starts again.’

‘No problem at all ‘I replied ‘it will be lovely to have your company again.’

‘Yes I’m sure it will be.’

That’s an odd statement I thought.

‘Go on then Jim……ask the obvious question…. I can read your mind from here.’

‘What?’

‘The answer is yes’ she said with a giggle in her voice……..’Sam will be coming with me; I told her she is almost family now.’

‘How did things go for her?’ I asked.

‘I think I will leave that for her to answer herself…….it will give you something to wonder about.’

‘Ok…..teasing me again…..I’ll see karataş escort bayan you when you get here then……buzz me if there’s any change in your plans.’

‘Will do granddad…..take care….mmwwaahhh.’

Like the ladies said it wasn’t so hard, and at least I know I’m not in the doghouse.

The next time I saw Mary and Janet on the beach I told them the good news about the girls coming back down.

‘It’s almost written on your face James……..your smile is back again……I think we would enjoy seeing them on the beach……they certainly livened up the place last time they were here’ said Janet.

Mary gave her a gentle poke in her side ‘and now we know it wasn’t just the beach they livened up.’ They walked away giggling to themselves.

I was busy in the kitchen a week later when I heard the squeal of tyres on my driveway…..and the beeping of a horn. I walked out to see two beaming faces through the windscreen.

‘What’s all that noise?’ I called out.

Chloe climbed out of her door. ‘Just thought I’d warn you we were here so you could rush your harem out of the back door.’ She rushed across and hugged me and kissed me on the lips.

‘A chance would be a fine thing’ I replied smiling back at her.

Sam came across and also hugged me and surprised me by kissing my lips as well. ‘It’s lovely to see you again Jim’ she said and squeezed me tightly as if she didn’t want to let go. I knew she was thankful for the help I gave her but I just had the feeling that everything was not right in her world.

‘Come on then……where’s your cases……I’ll carry them up to your room for you…the same one as last time.’

Once I’d got the suitcases sorted we all went and sat in the garden with some drinks. ‘So how did your little job go then Chloe?’

‘It was fine Jim’ she replied ‘it was just something so that I could put a few pennies in the coffers.’

‘And how about you Sam….how did your acting skills go with your friend.’

She glanced at Chloe and her head dropped a little……I had seen this look before when she was uncomfortable. I gave her a little time to formulate her reply.

‘Well…um…..er…….the show went well and I got through the dancing with ‘my friend’ with no problems thanks to your help.

‘I’m glad to hear that’ I said with a smile, but her emphasis on ‘my friend’ hinted to a problem.

She paused, took a sip of her drink, and with a sad look on her face said. ‘Things went no further……seems he already had a girlfriend who didn’t want to be in the show so I was lead on a bit to suit his needs.’ I could see the tears welling in the corners of her eyes as her head dropped again.

I moved over in front of her and took hold of her hands. ‘Sam……….look at me……I might be an old man but take it from me you are a stunningly pretty and lovely young lady and you will find you can have your pick of young men when you decide you want too, and as for your so called friend he is a bloody fool, excuse my French.

She stood up and held me and I felt her shaking as she tried to hold her emotions inside. I whispered in her ear ‘I’m sorry my question brought those bad feelings up for you. Spend your time down here relaxing and it won’t be mentioned again.’

As she calmed down I let her sit back down and we changed our chat to general conversation. Chloe mouthed a ‘Thank you’ to me.

I went and prepared dinner which we ate on the patio with a glass of Prosecco as it was a lovely warm evening. As the temperature and the light dropped we returned inside and watched some TV.

The girls were on their way up to bed when I suddenly remembered. ‘We have been invited for coffee tomorrow morning with the two ladies you met on the beach last time you were down.’

‘You mean the two with no um……um…..hair’ Sam said.

‘Yes…..exactly those two……they remember you both well…….and they are pleasant company.’

‘You go on to bed….I’ll just tidy up down here.’

I was climbing the stairs when I started to here gentle moans emanating from the girls bedroom. I was thinking they were quick off the mark, but realised they hadn’t been together since they were last down here. It was only when I got to the landing that the reason I heard the moans became obvious. The bedroom door was propped open and one of the bedside lamps was on.

Should I just walk pass or should I stop and peep I wondered. Then it hit me; the door had been left ajar deliberately, so that I would be able to see what was happening. I stopped outside and peeped in…..feeling a bit like a guilty perv.

The dark side of my brain spoke to me ‘don’t be stupid, they have facilitated your watching, it’s up to you if you want to take it further.’ I stood and took in the view. It was warm in the house and the girls had thrown the duvet off of the bed. They were lying on their sides with heads between each other’s legs gently licking the others slit, and hands fondling escort karataş the pert cheeks.

Sam had her back to me but Chloe, looking through Sam’s legs had become aware I was watching. We looked at each other for a moment and I was thinking I should leave them be. Chloe kept working with her tongue as she lifted her hand from Sam’s cheek and with a crooked finger beckoned me to come in.

I stood still and continued looking, trying to decide what to do. I think she realised my hesitation and beckoned me again. I slowly moved forward and knelt beside the bed watching Chloe’s tongue slide slowly over Sam’s clit before parting her moist plump lips and disappearing inside of her. Then it slowly returned to its starting point and began the movement again.

I could see how wet Sam’s slit had become in that short time and saw the smile in Chloe’s eyes as they both pleasured each other. I smiled my enjoyment of the sight back to her.

I continued watching the delightful sight of two young ladies giving pleasure to each other orally until Chloe stopped her head movements and concentrated her tongue’s activity to circling Sam’s clit.

She stopped at one point and gave a shiver and a moan; if she hadn’t had a small orgasm then Sam had brought her very close. Chloe looked at me and flickered her eyes down at Sam’s body. I didn’t understand what she was saying to me and gave her a puzzled look.

She slowly reached for my hand as she started back on Sam’s clit. She closed all but my middle finger and drew my hand close to Sam’s gorgeous bottom. Message received and understood.

I straightened my fingers but left my middle one forward and very gently moved my hand to its target. My middle finger slipped into Sam’s moist crack, it rested over her pretty rosebud and the tip slid between her juice covered lips and stopped at her entrance. I fondled the rest of her cheeks with the width of my spread hand.

Sam let out a loud moan and shivered at this new unexpected intrusion and her cheeks clenched hold onto my finger. After a few moments I felt her hold slowly ease to be replaced by the gentle throbs from her inside.

I gently started to rock my finger back and forth slowly easing it inside her as Chloe’s tongue moved faster on her clit. I could feel her pussy start to pulse as I moved deeper and deeper stimulating her G-spot. She had to remove her face from Chloe’s pussy as she started moaning, and I moved my finger faster until suddenly she screamed ‘C-C-C-C-Cumming……ahhhhhhh.

Her pussy clamped tight on my finger as I felt her insides shake, and the warmth of her juices slowly seeped pass as gradually her orgasm faded away. I left my finger embedded inside of Sam as she recovered, breathing heavily. Chloe came up for air and to wipe the juices from her face, she gave me a wink and a smile knowing we had allowed Sam to get what she thought she might get elsewhere.

I felt Sam start to turn towards me so I gently pulled my finger out of her and it was followed by a flow of her juices running out between her cheeks. I couldn’t resist lifting my finger to smell it and then taste it by slipping it between my lips.

‘You’re a sly one not letting me know you were going to do that to me…..when did you two plan it?’

I’m not sure she believed my plea of innocence until Chloe said it was a spur of the moment situation when she realised I was watching at the doorway.

‘Excuse me’ I said ‘I didn’t prop the door open and leave the light on……if that wasn’t an invitation to treat I don’t know what is.’

Sam rolled a little closer and pulled my head in for a long but gentle kiss. As she moved away she said ‘you can be my honorary granddad from now on.’

I smiled as I got to my feet…..’I’ll see you both in the morning….night night.’ I didn’t want either of them to feel they owed me anything, even of a sexual nature, there would be time enough if more was to happen. I pulled their bedroom door closed as I walked out to emphasise the point quietly.

I had a quick shower before I got into bed and took the opportunity to relieve the pressure in my balls, spraying my cum against the tiled wall. I drifted quickly off to sleep wondering still if I should be having this relationship with the girls.

I slept well and was up early to prepare breakfast before the girls came down to join me. They both decided to go for a quick walk while I completed a few chores but they returned in time for us to amble to meet the ladies for coffee.

Chloe asked ‘I know you speak to them on the beach but didn’t know you had become ‘friendlier’ with them since we were last here.’

‘Well I understand your insinuation but there is nothing happening between us, although we have never discussed it I am guessing they have a relationship similar to the two of you.’ They glanced at each other but didn’t speak. ‘They invited me for coffee and a chat a few weeks ago and they are as they appear……two lovely older ladies.’

‘I seeeeee’ said Chloe.

‘You’re reading far too much into it’ I said ‘we just had a normal adult conversation about things of interest.’

Chloe giggled……’an adult conversation eh’ as she turned to Sam and made some signal I couldn’t see and they both laughed together.

I decided to keep quiet, thinking I would be mercilessly teased otherwise.

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