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Amber just turned eight-teen today but was celebrating it alone. Her parents were gone on a business trip and had sworn that they would make it up to her later. Kathy, Amber’s best friend, was out of town, and her little brother was staying over at a friend’s house. She wanted to be alone with her boyfriend anyway because she was ready to lose her virginity to him, but he couldn’t come over. He told her that his parents were making him watch his brothers as they went out.

Amber thought she would spend her whole birthday alone until she saw her neighbor Susan sitting in a lawn chair. Susan was a kind and charming woman with long blonde hair. Looking a lot like A.J. Cook from Criminal minds but with a bigger and firmer ass. Being beautiful as she was made Amber wonder why she never saw any guys around her house. Not that she was spying or watching her every move, but in the last three years, she had never seen a guy around her place.

Susan was wearing a white blouse with the top three buttons undone and tan pants. The woman was relaxing from what Amber suspected was a hard day while drinking a glass of red wine. She didn’t want to bother her, but she was lonely and needed someone to talk to. Amber didn’t want to sound like a whiny little girl as she explained how bad her birthday was going.

While unloading how awful her day was going, she accidentally let it slipped out about her plan to have sex with her boyfriend. She didn’t mean to get that personal with her and felt embarrassed over it. Sex was a sin. Well, at least that’s what her mother said. She was surprised when Susan praised her for her decision to have sex and warned her that the first time often sucked, but it does get better.

Susan was eager for Amber to have a good time on her birthday that she took her into her house where they could talk some more. “Since it is your birthday, here is something to liven up your day. I am only doing this because it’s your special day, and please don’t tell your parents!” Susan said, pleading to Amber.

Amber never drank any alcohol before and didn’t really want any now, but she didn’t want to seem uptight. Swallowing her pride with a mouthful of something that was sweet-tasting, and found that she liked it. Amber figured it was better to test it out with someone safe that won’t take advantage of her. Letting herself relax drank a couple more glasses while enjoying Susan’s company and soon forgot about her trouble.

She was having a real good time until Susan’s phone rang. She had to come in to fix a work problem for a client who asked for her by name. It was like she was destined to be alone on her birthday, and forces were making sure that it happened. Susan told Amber that she was sorry, but she could finish her drink before going home.

Amber felt weird being in Susan’s house all alone, that she downed her drink fast. She felt the alcohol hit her all at once when she tried to stand up. Amber found herself unable to walk straight or think clearly. The only thing she could think of was that taking a cold shower might help. Whenever she felt sick, taking a shower before going to bed helped make her feel better.

Too afraid to walk home, she went in search of Susan’s shower. Amber staggered into the bathroom connected to Susan’s bedroom, where she quickly removed her clothes before stepping into a walk-in shower. It helped her a little, but she became a little light-headed, and when she got out, Amber put on a pink silk bathrobe that hung on the wall. Needing to Lie down from the dizziness she felt, she laid on Susan’s bed until it passed but ended up falling asleep.

Amber woke up with a jolt of pleasure running through her body. The first thing that she noticed was that the room was dark. She could hardly make out anything in the room with enough light to give objects within the room unfamiliar shapes. Amber soon realized that her robe was undone and could feel the night air dance across her naked flesh. Her nipples were hard and had the type of ache that only touching it could cure.

The reason they were hard was that somebody was between her legs licking her pussy. The pleasure that came from it was beyond words and was like nothing that she ever experienced before. The stranger knew what they were doing, sliding their tongue inside her and sucking on her pussy lips. When the person found her clitoris, she let out a long low pitch moan before biting her bottom lip.

It surprised her that she wasn’t trying to stop what was being done to her. This was the type of thing bad girls would do when these things happen to them. Good girls would say no and try to stop what was happening, but she enjoyed it too much ever to make it stop. She started to feel shameful because she began to think this may be Susan’s boyfriend and that she also had one of her own. Knowing she should say something to fix his mistake, she opened her mouth, but the wave of pleasure paralyzed her tongue.

The man must have assumed finding her lying on his girlfriend’s bed that bursa escort she was Susan. She could see how he could make that mistake in a dark room with someone with similar features as his girlfriend. Amber was also a blonde, and even in a dim-lit room, one couldn’t tell them apart. Amber could only hope that she looked that good at that age. Susan was twenty-six, and to a teenager like Amber, that was a long time away from eight-teen.

She opened her mouth to tell him to stop before things go any further than it already has, but only another moan escaped her lips. A tremble of pleasure ran through her that made her powerless to resist what was happening. Amber opened her legs wider; she couldn’t believe that she was going to let him fuck her without saying a word.

Grabbing her breasts, Amber squeezed them and played with her nipples. The stranger between her legs didn’t need any help hitting the right spot because he somehow knew where to touched her. It’s like this stranger knew her vagina inside and out. When she found the strength to push aside the desire to have his cock inside her was about to speak up when light from a passing car came through the bedroom window illuminating the room.

For a moment, she only registered that it was someone with long black hair, then it hit her. Susan’s boyfriend wasn’t between her legs, but her friend Monica was. It surprised her that she didn’t immediately push the girl away but what she was doing felt too good. It was one thing when she thought it was a guy between your legs licking her pussy with a skillful tongue. Amber’s mind told her this was wrong, but her body didn’t care and wanted it to go on.

Feeling too good to stop, she let Monica have her way with her and had her first orgasm. It hit her hard like a ton of bricks, making her arch her back and curling her toes while screaming at the top of her lungs. The sound that came out of her mouth was between some kind of wild animal and a demonic entity. She didn’t care that she just lost her virginity to another girl and just the fact that it felt unbelievably good.

Hearing the woman’s seductive voice calling out from between her legs revealing a secret that she never knew about her neighbor. “Susan. Susan, my baby doll, your pussy tasted extra good tonight like I was tasting your juicy cunt for the first time,” Monica said teasingly.

Feeling Monica’s body sliding across her own as the girl crawled on top of her and realized the girl was also naked. She could feel the girl’s large soft breasts pressing against her flesh while her bare pelvis rest between her legs. The girl spoke again, but this time she teased Amber with a kiss on her shoulder after every other word. ” I got a great idea; let invite your sexy neighbor over for some fun. What was her name again? Oh yeah, it was Amber! I hear today was her birthday, and now she is legal for us to play with.”

Amber’s body tensed up at this revelation and felt excitement hearing this woman unwittingly confessed to wanting to fuck her. She understood now why she had never seen a guy hanging around because Susan was gay and Monica was her lover. Being mistaken as someone lesbian lover should have disgusted her, but somehow she didn’t mind the mixed up.

She was too afraid to speak; Amber did something that surprised her when she kissed Monica. She couldn’t believe she did that, and it took a few tries before finding the girl’s lips. When she found Monica’s mouth felt her tongue slipped inside that was coated with her juices. While they were kissing, Monica sensually massaged her small delicate breasts with tender affection.

The kiss was amazingly soft, warm, and delightfully addictive. Amber lightly caressed Monica’s back as they kissed before sliding her hands down it to the girl’s ass and squeezed it. She never wanted to embrace another girl like this before, but now she found that she wanted nothing more. Not knowing how long they laid there kissing and touching each other, Amber discovered how okay she was doing sexual things with another girl.

Amber hoped that no car would come by, shining their light in the room and ruin this moment. Fearing if the girl knew that she wasn’t Susan, she would stop their lovemaking, and she had grown to love the experience. Amber had passed the point of ending this, and the memory of her boyfriend faded away to nothingness. The pleasure was too great to run from that she was more than willing to do whatever Monica wanted.

Feeling a single finger working around her breast now and gradually down toward the areola in a spiral pattern. The touch made her body tingle all over and made her nipples a little bit harder. She didn’t think it could get any stiffer or more sensitive than they were right now. Whenever Monica touched her nipple, it made her cried out and moan. Monica slid her hand between her legs and inserted a finger inside her. Breaking their kiss Monica told her in a hot sultry voice. “I got a new toy for you, sweetie. I can’t wait to use it on you. Come and feel it!”

Monica çanakkale escort guided her hand to the toy; Amber felt something long, thick, and smooth. Amber didn’t know what she was feeling and could only guess it was a sex toy. “I know you’ve never used a strap-on before, baby, but I promise that you will enjoy this. Turn around and get on your hands and knees!” Monica said, ordering Amber to reposition herself.

Doing as the woman told her, Amber felt Monica getting in position behind her. Monica’s hands found her ass and squeezed it before tracing the head of the fake cock around her wet pussy. It almost slid in from how wet she was, but Monica was a master when teasing a lover in bed. She slowly eased all seven inches inside Amber’s pussy that ended up breaking her hymen and caused her some pain. When the girl started thrusting her hips into her, the pain she first felt was pushed aside by the rising pleasure.

Monica held tightly on Amber’s legs as her thrusts picked up speed and pounded her virgin pussy in submission. Monica slid her hands down to her breasts, squeezing them as she bent over to whisper into her ear and giving her a fucking that she will never forget. “Let’s invite Amber over tomorrow, and we can fuck her together! How about it, baby? We can turn that girl into our little slut and teach her how sweet a pussy can tasted.” Monica said in a lustful heated voice.

It turned her on so much, hearing this woman confessing how much she wanted to fuck her and not knowing she was doing just that now. Amber kept her eyes shut as she felt an orgasm building up within her and bit down on her lower lip in pleasure. Between the grunts and moans, Monica’s words started to be drowned out.

“Mmmm…Ummm…oh,” she emitted squeals of delight. Monica’s voice became intense and demanding. “I saw how you look at her firm ass and the shape of her perky breasts this morning when she wasn’t looking. Let’s fuck her, or I will not finish.” She slowed down enough to tease her of forth-coming pleasure without getting her the orgasmic release she now craved.

Amber wanted to weep from not being allowed to cum, but was too afraid to speak. “Just one word, my dear. Just one word and I will fuck you like no ever had before!” Monica said, teasing her into speaking words that could give the game away. Needing to cum so badly, she didn’t know she did it until it was too late. Yelling in a loud, lustful voice, Amber screamed out, “Yes! Yes! Yes! I will be your little whore; just fuck me!” The fear ran through her body, knowing Monica must have known that her voice wasn’t Susan.

Monica seemed not to notice as she grabbed Amber’s hair, pulling her head back as she picked up speed. The orgasm was coming back, and this time it was stronger. The loud moaning sounds coming from her once again filled the room. When the orgasm hit, her body was unprepared from the pleasure that shot through her.

“Ahhh…mmmm…fuck!” Amber screamed out in delightful joy. Amber couldn’t believe that she let this woman fuck her and how much she enjoyed it. When Monica let go of her hair, she was too weak to keep on all fours, so she crashed her face into the pillow. Monica wasn’t finished and kept her ass up, continuing fucking her.

The pillow kept all her moans muffled, but each orgasm that followed wreaked her body with a pleasurable weakness. After the third powerful orgasm, she passed out and had an erotic dream. She dreamt about having sex with Keira Knightley when her best friend Kathy walked in naked, with her dark hair tied back in a ponytail, lowering herself between her legs. Kathy’s face was filled with undeniable lust, and she spoke in a voice with desperate longing in it. “I’ve been waiting to do this for the longest time now.” Lowering her head, but before she could make contact, Amber woke up.

The thought of sleeping with Kathy made her nipples stiffen and her pussy moist. The girl was a month older than she was and before last night was more experience with sex than she was. She was pretty sure her friend had never spent a night with another girl being fucked into total exhaustion. She started to wonder what pussy tastes like and wished that Monica was still in the room to find out.

Her mind went back to Kathy’s naked frame, and she began to touch herself while pretending that they were having sex. This scared her and made her wonder if she was a lesbian now. It didn’t scare her to be a lesbian, but the reaction from other people did. Knowing she will never be accepted, Amber decided she would keep this a secret as long as she could. Letting out a low whimper and she came over her fingers, she resisted the urge to lick her juices from them.

Amber tied the robe loosely around her body as she got out of bed in the hope that Monica was still here. She wanted to repeat last night’s fun and be able to remove her robe in a flash. Amber found Susan instead in her dining room drinking some coffee at a glass table. Susan smiled at her as she sat down. “I see you had some fun while I çankırı escort was away.” She said with a devilish smirk. Amber lowered her head in shame. “I am sorry things just got carried away,” Amber pleaded in her defense.

Susan let out a light laugh. “There’s nothing to say sorry about. Monica told me everything. I should warn you that she likes to play games with people and has a thing about fucking impressionable young girls. She found you in my bed and pretended she thought you were me. By the way, we are just friends and not lovers. Like I said, she likes to play games.”

Amber’s mouth dropped open in shock for a moment before she smiled from the ride that she was taken on. She couldn’t deny the fact that she enjoyed the whole experience and was more than willing to do it again. Monica was an exceptional lover with the way she knew her body and how to touch it.

“I can see that you are not mad at her for her dirty little trick. She really is a good person, but someone that liked having a lot of sex. She is more adventurous than me and goes after whoever she wants.” Susan said, explaining her friend’s debauchery ways.

Amber noticed Susan’s eyes looking down with a hint of lust and desire for something on the glass table. It took her a moment to realize that her robe came undone, revealing some of her bush to the woman. This excited her to the point that she spread her legs wider to tease Susan a bit. She couldn’t believe that she was acting like a slut, and her action made Susan choke on her coffee. The robe opened further than she thought it would, sliding off her lap completely, leaving her silky legs and a glistening pussy totally exposed to Susan’s gaze.

Susan stared at her legs and the thick patch of blonde pubes that was between them. The woman’s eyes shift upward toward her chest that was barely covered by the robe. A good portion of her breasts could be seen with a hint of a nipple peeking out. Amber had never let herself be this exposed to someone before and made no move to cover up.

Amber wasn’t exactly a good girl but a long way from being a slut. At least not before today. She was getting off on exposing herself to Susan. It was like she was in a dream when she rose from the table; her body was powerless to deny what it wanted. Amber allowed the robe to fall off as she walked toward Susan. The woman could only stare at her beautiful nude body with lustful eyes. When their lips met, they shared a fiery hot kiss between them.

Amber’s hands roamed over Susan’s body, squeezing one of her breasts through her blouse, feeling a hard nipple. She wasn’t wearing a bra that Amber found thrilling. Twisting the nipple made Susan moan into Amber’s mouth and made her even bolder. Amber lowered her hand between Susan’s legs, playing with her pussy through her dress pants. Breaking their kiss, Amber climb underneath the table to correct a missed opportunity.

Amber started undoing Susan’s pants, sliding them off while taking her shoes and panties with them. Susan had a thin patch of pubic hair that Amber found to be cute. Not sure what to do next, she just started licking the best way she knew how. Amber liked how it tasted but was unsure if she was doing it right.

She was glad when Susan started to direct her to the right spot and started moaning loudly. Showing her she was on the right track, her body squirmed around and let out a series of moans. “To the right a bit…mmmm… a little higher… Ahhh. That..mmmm is…Ahhh… it… Fuck I am cumming!” An orgasm erupted through Susan’s body, making Amber proud of her newly found skill in licking pussy.

Amber knew that there was no going back from this after discovering how much eating pussy turned her on. She was naked underneath a table, face wet from another girl’s pussy juice, and instead of feeling shameful, she was looking forward to the next time. Looking up at Susan, she watched the woman removed her blouse until she was naked as she was. Susan’s nipples were thick and were poking out like two little erasers.

Susan pulled Amber from underneath the table into a long passionate kiss. The woman didn’t seem to mind tasting herself on her lips and drank down her juices with delight. Amber felt herself being dragged back to the room where the loss of her innocent happened and was thrown on the bed in a playful matter. Jumping on top of her, Susan started kissing wildly all over her body. Taking one of her stiff pink nipples into her mouth, Susan began biting playfully and sucking on it, sending a ripple of pleasure down her spine. The series of kisses and bites soon followed down her stomach until the woman got to her pussy. Amber didn’t know how intoxicating and alluring the scent of her pussy was but that Susan ate it with a hunger of a wild animal.

The sensations that ran through Amber’s body by Susan’s artful tongue showed that Monica wasn’t the only one that was also a master at cunnilingus. “Mmmm…Ahhhh…Ohh..fuck..Yesss.” Arching her back, her legs slightly tighten around Susan’s head, rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. A long “mmmm” came out softly at first but was getting louder. When the powerful orgasm hit, her legs held Susan’s head so tight that she couldn’t hear the earsplitting moaning scream that came from her. “Mmmm…Oh fuck…Yesss… mmmm…oh fucking Godddd… that was good.”

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I rounded the corner and continued along the hall, keeping an eye on the room numbers. 534, 535, 536… It should be right up here. The soft clack of my red brown oxfords on the white tiles quickened with my eager pace. A wide smile spread across my face when I finally saw room 544 and the new gold plate shining below the number on the door. It still sparked a warm sense of accomplishment to see the word “Doctor” before my name. The permanence of the etched metal made it feel even more official. I could not resist the urge to trace the letters with my finger. I shifted the obnoxiously tall stack of administrative paperwork to my left hand and fumbled for the key in my pocket. The lock made a heavy, satisfying click as I turned the key and I took a deep breath before pushing open the door to my new office.

There were empty wooden bookshelves lining the wall to the left and empty white walls everywhere else. The wooden desk toward to back of the room looked like it was probably older than me, with scratches and dents that spoke of those who had used it before me. I dropped the stack of papers and my leather bag on its surface and proceeded toward the window along the back wall. It looked out over a grassy courtyard and beyond toward more brick buildings full of offices just like this. ardahan escort Except this one was mine.

It could have been two minutes or twenty minutes that I looked out the window, lost in thinking about which books to fill the shelves with, the stack of paperwork on the desk that I needed to complete, the excitement of plans and ideas and potential. The sound of the door shutting gently behind me brought me out of it. I turned, expecting to see that it had been pushed shut by an air current, but instead saw her. Her dark curls fell neatly around her shoulders and a smile I knew all too well spread across her red lips. I was wet before she said a word.

I came around the desk toward her but she shook her head at me and pointed at the floor. “Kneel,” she commanded. I feel to my knees fast, without question. My eyes cast down toward the gray carpet and my hands fell into place behind my back.

“That’s better. Good girl,” she said. Sparks rose in my stomach when I felt the brief touch of her hand as she pushed a stray red lock out of my face. She reached down with the same hand and undid the top four buttons of my shirt so that the black bra underneath was visible against my pale breasts. She continued past me and I heard her slide onto the top of the desk.

“Touch artvin escort yourself,” she called from behind me. I hesitated a moment, wondering if the door was locked. “Is there a problem?” she asked, clearly annoyed by my hesitation.

“No, Miss,” I responded as my right hand unbuckled my belt, then unbuttoned my pants, and finally lowered the zipper. With my hand in the front of my panties, I realized I was even more wet than I thought. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip in a failed attempt to keep my breathing as quiet as possible. I was surprised by how quickly I could feel myself approaching an orgasm, but I knew I needed permission.

“Miss, may I come?” I asked.

“No,” she responded. I heard her slide of the desk and a moment later felt the front of her legs pressed against my back. “Count to ten and ask again.”

As I counted aloud, she ran her hand down my chest and into the cup of my bra. Her fingers caressed my nipple and “six” came out with a wince as she pinched. When I finally reached ten, I asked again, growing more desperate as my frustration was building under her teasing touch.

“No. Stop touching yourself.”

I obediently pulled my hand away, wishing I did not have to but knowing I could not protest. She did not pull her hand away, instead bodrum escort moving it to my other nipple. When I involuntarily flinched at the touch, her other hand pulled my chin up to meet her eyes.

“Stop squirming.” It took every ounce of energy I had to be still but I wanted to please her. When I felt like I could not take another second, she offered, “Touch yourself and ask me again.”

“Miss, may I please come?” I begged.

“Count to ten once more, then you may come. Do not make a sound and keep your eyes on me,” she said.

As soon as “ten” left my mouth, I came fast and hard. Her hand was still under my chin and her eyes were locked on mine. My legs shook violently with pleasure and exhaustion from kneeling.

When I finished, she let me go and took a few steps back so I could no longer feel her pressed against me. After another moment, she passed my shoulder and lifted my chin once more so that my eyes met hers.

“The office might be yours, but do not forget that you are mine,” she reminded me in a cool, even tone. Her eyes sparked deadly serious, daring me to question her, and knowing that I would not. “I am done with you for now,” she said, releasing me.

I quickly fixed my clothing and tried to stand but found my legs were too unsteady still. Instead, I sat back on the floor with my back against the desk to catch my breath. I watched as she made her way toward the door. As she opened it she looked back with one more reminder for me.

“Don’t forget it’s your turn to make dinner tonight,” she said with a mischievous smile, then left, shutting the door behind her.

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Daphne Moore had been mumbling similar words for the past hour, her hands were beginning to ache from the countless handshakes. The first day of a convention was always a busy affair. Thankfully, She had been allowed to sit down as she signed the merchandise – Last year had been a different story. Daphne had gone from bit parts to a recurring character on a fantasy show, and now the conventions saw her as royalty. Honestly, it was a nice change. She was at that awkward age in an actor’s career, no longer young enough to grab those pretty little roles, and she wasn’t famous enough for people to overlook her age. Simply, her thirty-seven year old self had been very lucky to get this part. Yes, she was an evil witch and the role wasn’t going to be winning awards anytime soon, but it was entertaining and people loved her. She just wished her co-workers understood the feeling.

Her leading lady was alway muttering about jumping ship – She was too good for a show about goblins. Hettie was young, she didn’t fully understand the traps of the acting world. Daphne had warned her, but the girl wouldn’t listen to the words of a washed-up actress. Talent was not enough in this world, you needed beauty and youth on your side. Daphne had the talent, however, the youth had left and the beauty was resting solely on her large chest. Big breasts can get you parts – Mostly in pornos. She had been in art-house films, which felt like pornos. Her overwhelming bust had been the main character in many black and white movies, mostly about a man finding himself within her tits. The line was slowly dying. Daphne used her free moment to mumble to one of co-workers, the short Belgian man mumbled in return. Jannes always placed a smile on her lips, he was her ally in the madness. The odd questions were commonplace in this line of work, and sitting next to a salty actor always helped. Jannes had gone to some fancy acting school in Paris, and now he was answering questions about Goblin lore. Occasionally, she would have to poke him in the leg as a little reminder to shut up. Their fanbase was very heated when it came to the lore of the show, and she wasn’t risking her job for anyone.

Four o’clock came and the actors hurried to collect their things. A few awkward fans watched them from a distance.

“I need a drink.” Jannes stated in a matter of fact tone, his eyes were heavy fustastion. “Join me?”

“I can’t. I have to do a personal meet and greet.” There was some regret in her voice as Daphne spoke, a gulp of a beer would have felt nice on the tongue. However, she knew Jannes had other ideas in mind. They didn’t speak it, but he was burning a torch for her.

“Remember the fan competition? They chose me.” She answered his unspoken question, the disappointment was noticeable. They shared a few salty jokes before parting ways. She hated those hopeful eyes of his. Those feelings would have to remain a fantasy. Dahnpe had been hiding in the closet for years. You couldn’t be a leading lady and a lesbian, people didn’t have the imagination for it. People called out her character’s name, and she waved back until she was finally in the safety of her hotel room.

She had an hour before the meet and greet. Cold water was thrown on her face and make-up was reapplied. A red dress was waiting for her. Meet and greet was probably some lonely lad, and she would give them that fantasy. After all, the make-believe was an actor’s job. An image of womanly seduction was viewable in the mirror, a forced smirk was made as she posed. It all seemed correct. There was a heavy sigh before Daphne finally made her way to the restaurant. The contest winner had won a sit down meal with the actor of their choice. She was flattered. She thought Hettie would have been chosen – the young and pretty – However, it was her. The restaurant was a simple place near the convention, the place smelt strongly of pesto. The walls matched the colour of her dress. Daphne had arrived earlier than expected, she wanted the correct seating for her fan. A booth was chosen. Thankfully, it was far from the windows. Daphne sat with her back facing the window. She looked better without daylight on her face. The handlers for this event were looking busy on their phones. Their main job was making sure there wasn’t a murder.

A few moments had passed, and a small voice made itself known. Daphne hadn’t heard it at first, it took a strong cough from a handler before she noticed the girl. The sight had been unexpected. The winner was wearing an odd mix of clothes, a bulky black coat was hiding a maxi dress, and someone had tortured this poor girl’s face with makeup. Her pale foundation was the wrong shade for her brown skin. Daphne stood up. The winner was dramatically shorter. The mousy girl waved awkwardly as she did a semi-bow. Daphne bellowed a friendly greeting and tried a hug.

“This is Aasmi,” A handler mentioned as the girl struggled with her coat. Daphne returned balıkesir escort to her seat, the first drips of pity were bubbling in the back of her mind.

“You’re a big fan of the show?” The question was stupid, but the silence needed to be filled. Aasmi grinned, her pink coloured braces were on full display.

“Yeah! Of course. Episode seven was nail biting, do you remember? You poisoned Gret and you had the best villain speech.” Her words were burdened under a heavy accent.

“Yes, we are lucky to have such talented writers.” Daphne used her interviewee smile.

“Yeah, but it works because you’re such a good actor.” Aasmi buzzing with delight, her hazel eyes were gawping at the sight of Daphne. Clearly, a case of starstruck was taking place.

Aasmi had completely forgotten the meal part of the evening, the arrival of the waiter had been a sudden shock back to reality. Daphne couldn’t complain. The girl was intense, but in a passionate sort of way. Also, the countless compliments were rubbing nicely against the ego. Over the dinner, Daphne learnt a few things about her winner. Aasmi was from India, and was currently studying in the UK. She seemed like a lonely soul as she talked about her life. Daphne smiled and inserted a comment when needed. She was allowing the girl to talk as much as she desired. It wasn’t a horrible time. She had been expecting a horny school boy, but this could be handled. A few questions about the show were voiced, and answered with ease. It was the question about her, which halted her interviewee mindset.

“Sorry?”

“Are you happy with the show?” It was a simple question, however, the answer wasn’t coming to mind. Daphne felt a frown crossing her forehead.

“Yes.” She was happy to have the work. Aasmi played with the pasta on her plate.

“I liked you in Rotten Hill, it’s a sad film but the story is good.”

“That’s an old film.” Daphne laughed. A brief image of a serious actress flashed in her mind.

“Yeah! But you look better now!” Aasmi added in a hurried fashion. She wasn’t sure how to reply to the statement, she chose a smile and cut into her steak. The dinner continued and a wine was ordered. Aasmi eyed the glass. Daphne ordered a second glass without thinking, and encouraged Aasmi to drink from it. The girl found it bitter and made a face. There was a shared laugh. Then suddenly, it seemed to be over. The dinner was done. Daphne stood up, the handlers danced around them and Aasmi struggled with her coat once again. The pair stood outside the restaurant.

“How are you getting home?” Daphne asked as the day was turning into a dangerous night. Aasmi stared at the passing cars, a phone was in one hand.

“I’m staying at the Yoyal hotel.”

“Me too.” The words found Daphne, before common sense could. “You can walk with me.”

A sudden uncontrollable smile came to life on Aasmi.

“REALLY?!”

“We’re staying at the same hotel, why not?” Daphne stared into the restaurant, the Handlers were too busy arguing about the bill to notice them. She began to walk. The footsteps of Aasmi followed shortly after.

The girl was delighted with the extra moment of chatter. Daphne was cursing her ego, the flattery was getting the better of her. Every compliment was welcomed with a sweet smile and one cheeky wink. The blushful display caused a sudden and lustful thought in her. Daphne studied the adoring fan. Aasmi wasn’t a beautiful girl, however, not awful. The curse of being average was a heavy burden on a girl’s shoulder. You were beautiful or nothing in this world. Currently, Daphne was beautiful for this girl, and that meant power. She tested the water with a simple pat on the back. Aasmi grew bashful, her eyes stole a few peeks of Daphne’s smirk. A few more tests took place. A hotel door was held open for the girl, she was charmed as they walked to her room. This was probably a secret fantasy for Aasmi. Daphne didn’t have to wait for an invite. When they entered the room, Aasmi blushed and grabbed all the clothes off the bed.

“I didn’t know what to wear,” She stated sheepishly. Her hotel room was smaller than Daphne’s room, and only had a single bed.

Aasmi had invited her for tea, but her embarrassment grew larger as she only saw one cup.

“It’s ok, we can share.” Daphne laughed the matter away, and took a seat in the only chair. The view was awful, you could only see a brick wall and that was perfect for her needs. The kettle boiled, and Aasmi talked once again about Daphne’s films.

“Aasmi, dear. Do you ever see The Salty Shores? It was one of my favourites.” The Salty Shores had been a Danish arthouse film about a stalker and his obsession with a foreigner. Daphne was lying. It was not her favourite film, however, the ending was useful. The stalker had followed the foreigner and had found her lesbian lover. The sex scene had been very european, and the bartın escort only rememberable part of the film.

“Yeah, i’ve seen it.” Aasmi poured the tea.

“What do you think?” Daphne continued to poke the bear. The girl was trying to find a smart comment, she passed the tea to Daphne and their fingers briefly met.

“How… do you… do it?” The question was broken up by awkward pauses.

“The sex scene?” Daphne remarked in a professional manner – After all, it was only a job.

Aasmi took a seat on the bed, there was a small nod as she did so. Daphne crossed her leg.

“It’s only an act, it’s not a real kiss.”

“Not real?” A bushy eyebrow was raised on her forehead.

“There’s a big difference, i’ll show you.” Daphne placed the tea on the small table, it was now or never. Aasmi’s puzzlement had bought Dahpnee some time. She crouched in front of the girl, she was still wearing her coat. A gentle kiss was placed on stiff lips, the red painted lips massaged slowly until Daphne felt a little moment. She stopped.

“See? That’s a fake kiss.” Her lipstick had stained the confused girl’s lips.

“That’s fake?” Daphne snorted at the question as if it was a stupid thing to ask.

“Of course, there’s a big difference! Can’t you tell?” There was a shaking of the head and Daphne could only smile. “I’ll show you.”

She placed her hand on the girl’s chest and pushed her gently into the bed. There was a brief utter of doubt, but their lips met again.

This time, there was hunger. Daphne allowed her hands to travel over the coat, and suckled on the bottom lip. The girl was wooden. She moved away from the lips and moved downward. The throat was always a weak spot. The first lick caused a heavy inhale of breath. Daphne chose to stop again.

“See? That’s the difference.” Her smile was wide and knowing. Aasmi stared at the ceiling, and chose not to move.

“I didn’t know the difference.” the statement trembled from her mouth. “That was my first real kiss.”

“Oh my, i’m sorry.” Daphne poured honey into her words, but the thought had already crossed her mind. Aasmi bolted from her resting position.

“NO! I just didn’t want to look stupid in front of you.”

“Aasmi, honey. You’re not stupid, but you should be honest. I wouldn’t want to hurt a sweet girl like you.” The light scolding caused a shameful look, and Daphne almost felt guilt.

“I’m sweet?” Aasmi’s hazel eyes were large as she fished for the compliment.

“Of course, i’ve really enjoyed myself. It’s nice to talk with a fellow film critic.” Daphne’s hand massaged the arm, the proud was fueling the girl.

“You must be hot?” The remark was simple and did the trick. Aasmi stared down and fumbled with the zip. Daphne chose to help and made it a smoother event, sliding it from her shoulders.

“Let’s put it there.” The coat was folded onto a chair. “I should do the same.” There was a knowing smirk as her breasts were barely hidden by the red dress. Aasmi gawked with a lack of grace. Daphne looked down at them.

“They’re too big.” She pouted – It was a childish displace of self pity.

“They look fine.” Aasmi insisted. “I wish mine were that big.” The girl’s chest was on the smaller side.

“They’re natural, people always think they’re fake.” Daphne cupped her breasts and jiggled them. “”You’re probably already seen them. – From my films, of course.”

Aasmi gulped. Daphne jiggled her breasts a little longer until the girl finally broke eye contact with them.

“They look better than mine.” Her voice was sheepishly.

“I doubt that, honey. Pretty girl like you, I bet they’re beautiful.” Aasmi sunk into her seating position.

“What’s wrong?” A comforting hand placed on the girl’s shoulder.

“My nipples are inverted.” A wave of shame overtook the girl, but Daphne chose to laugh.

“That’s normal, and there’s an easy fix for it.” The lie entered the room easily and planted hope in the girl.

“How?”

“Take off your dress and i’ll show you how. Don’t worry, i’ll do the same.” Daphne tried to grab the dress’ zip on her back, but couldn’t reach. “Can you grab it for me?” She turned her back to the girl. There was some hesitation, but the unzipping took place. Daphne pulled her dress down and left it on the floor, the lacy black underwear had been a good choice for the day.

“I’ll kick off my heels, i can’t have them on the bed. You should take your flats off.” This command was easier to follow.

“Do you need help with the dress?” Daphne pointed at the navy maxi dress, but didn’t wait for an answer. Aasmi was still taking off her shoes when Daphne began to pull the dress over her head. The girl’s underwear didn’t match – pink panties paired with a grey sports bra.

“Relax. I know what i’m doing.” Aasmi was eased onto her back, Daphne made sure to rest the girl’s head batman escort on the pillow. The sports bra didn’t last long. Her fingers were quick to lift the fabric and Aasmi’s pesky little breast floundered out. Her brownish areola were large in size, her hands tried to cover them.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of! Here, see mine.” Daphne grabbed Aasmi’s hand and moved them away from the girl’s chest. She escorted the younger hand to her own chest, the black lacy bra was pulled down with Daphne’s free hand. Her massive tits sagged freely over her bra. Aasmi’s hand was inches away from Daphne’s rosy nipples.

“See? There’s nothing wrong with it.” She wore a motherly smile. “Your breasts are so cute.”

Aasmi was gawking again, and Daphne took this time to get closer to the girl’s breasts. Her nipples were definitely invented. She brushed one finger across the little opening, this was her first time with these times of things.

“Let’s find your nipples.” Daphne smirked, her hot breath crept across the skin. Aasmi clamped her hands over her face, but little notice was taken of it. She tested the area with her tongue, poking her little opening. Aasmi inhaled deeply. Daphne saw a little movement, however, she didn’t have the interest for a second test. Her lips were fastened to the brownish areola and began to suck. Aasmi bit into her bottom lip, her legs bolted and wiggled together. Daphne’s sucking was turning the skin red.

“There it is.” Her hard work had caused a tiny nipple to appear on Aasmi’s chest, the girl peeked down at the small marvel. “I should say hello.”

Daphne licked the newcomer as if it was ice cream. Aasmi trembled as her nipple felt the first nibble. Daphne’s hand crept toward the other lonely breast, massaging it with violent vigor. The first moan was magic.

Daphne broke away from the needy breast and gripped her own, their nipples touched. Her rosy nipples rotated around the young girl’s nipples. Aasmi reached forward and allowed her nervous finger to touch.

“Oh, touch them.” Daphine purred as she forced her breast into the girl’s face. The touches were timid, but the little kisses and the feel of hot breath sent shivers down Daphne’s spine. She grabbed onto Aasmi’s breast again, causing moans to vibrate against her own chest.

“You like this?” Aasmi’s voice was hidden under the heavyweight of the flesh.

“I love it.” It was a lie, but the girl needed confidence. ” And you could make me feel really good, i would love you too.” Daphne plurred as pulled the girl’s nipples. There was lust in Aasmi’s eyes, and fought a soft moan from appearing.

“How?” She questioned.

“Copy me.” Daphne removed herself from the girl and moved down the bed until she met Aasmi’s panties. The fabric was pulled down, a little wet spot was noticeable on them. Daphne gripped her own panties and removed them.

There was a big hairy difference between the women’s vulvas. Aasmi had a mass of pubic hiding her vagina from view, Daphne’s was bald and the first stage of wetness was already warming her entrance.

“Copy me.” She reminded the girl as she moved herself into the sixty-nine position, Aasmi would be able to clearly see her pussy now. Daphne shifted forward and licked around the mass of pubic, lowering her own vagina until she could feel Aasmi’s tongue. Daphne tongue travelled through pubic hair, however, she was having trouble with finding the clit. She gripped the sides of Aasmi’s vulva and pulled it open with her fingers. Daphne whimpered slightly as her own vulva was pulled. She wanted to cum and fast. She burderned her head into the girl. Her mouth bolted to Aasmi’s clit. A moan was felt throughout Daphne’s vagina. Aasmi tried to lick, but was losing momentum when faced with Daphne’s experience and speed. The girl shook and moaned. It didn’t take long until Aasmi screamed her oragasm into beings.

Daphne remained desperate for her own cumming. She rolled onto her bottom, pulling her labia apart.

“Aasmi, please. I need you.” The girl had barely recovered, but crawled towards the Daphne’s open legs.

“Lick this.” Daphne lifted her hooded clit and pulled Aasmi’s head closer.

“Harder!” The grip tightened on the back of the girl’s head. Juices were beginning to drip onto the sheet, and yet it wasn’t enough. Aasmi was pushed backward and Daphne crawled on top, grinding her drenched pussy against the girl’s thigh. She rode the Aasmi until her own oragam overcame her. Her nails had marked the girl. Their eyes met.

“Are we dating now?” The question was stupid, but an actor had to live up to the fantasy. Daphne nodded. The sweaty girl smiled with glee.

“But now, i need a shower.” Daphne stood from the bed; regret was already creeping into her mind.

“Can i join you?” Aasmi asked excitedly, sitting up from the bed. Daphne agreed since she wouldn’t see the girl again, however, the idea was quickly removed from her mind. Aasmi had found bravery within the bathroom and turned Daphne’s clit into a sore mess, Aasmi’s third attempt of eating pussy found results. The girl did not stop until the breathy pleads were made. Daphne cleaned around her swollen clit and grinned to herself. It was good to be an idol.

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“Hey Aria!” I said excitedly as she pulled up in her Jeep Wrangler to my driveway. It was the perfect summer morning outside for a cruise with the top open. I watched her get out of her Jeep and couldn’t help but admire how her dark brown hair always seemed to stay in perfect beach wave curl condition no matter how good or bad the weather was. I caught myself staring a few seconds too long. “Thanks so much for meeting me here! I’ve been running behind schedule all day. I forgot how much work goes into packing for a camping trip.”

“Hey Tara, no problem!” She said as she walked up towards me. “Need a hand? Looks like you have packed enough stuff for a week or two! You know we are only going for 2 nights right?” She playfully nudged my arm as I set down another duffel bag.

“Yes, I know, but I like to be prepared for anything. And besides, in the past 5 years we’ve known each other, when have you not seen me overpack for something?” I said as I piled another tote box on the garage floor.

I first met Aria through work. I was working on a patient care floor as a nurse and she was a physicians assistant. Our paths happened to cross a few times over patients we were both taking care of, and we always had easy conversations. We bumped into each other at a couple after work happy hours and started hanging out ever since then. She has quickly become my closest and most trusted friend. She has been there for me through some of my toughest times. Whether it was a crazy intense day with the loss of a patient at work, or another failed relationship, she was always the first person I called. We somehow both managed to get a few days off work at the same time, and thought we would go on a camping trip together.

I pulled my long blonde hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of my way as I set to work trying to pack all my stuff into the back of her Jeep. This was no easy task as I definitely did overpack this time. I finally managed to get everything squared away and secure, and off we went. We were going to a small state park we both had never been to before and I couldn’t wait for the start of our mini-vacation. I had always looked forward to anytime we got to hang out together, but I was extra excited to spend two nights with just her.

“So, got any hot dates lined up this month?” Aria asked me as we drove down the interstate.

“Umm, I think I have dated all the eligible bachelors in the city already and am done for awhile.” I re-adjusted in the front seat a bit to get more comfortable and took off my sandals before I continued. “Why are all the good guys already taken? I mean, seriously, I’m already 28 and I haven’t had a long term relationship that lasted longer than a couple months for over 4 years now. Most of my friends are married with kids already. Maybe I’m just doomed to be single forever. Will you still come visit me when I’m 50 and living with 10 cats? I’ll knit you a sweater!”

Aria burst out laughing. “Oh get a grip Tara! There’s no way you will end up like a little old spinster with tons of cats! But yes, of course I would visit you anytime and anywhere! Seriously though, you are a catch and anyone would be lucky to have you. Besides being gorgeous, you are the kindest, most sincere person I have ever met. I think most guys are just too intimidated to ask you out. You probably have more abs than most of them too! And the ones that you do go out with, probably know they don’t deserve you anyways. Also, you act like 28 is so old! I’m 30 and still single so what are you saying about me? Am I just old and decrepit to you?”

“Well at least someone has faith in my dating future! And for being such an old lady, I’m sure you could still give me a run for my money in any sport.” I said teasingly. But that was actually true. At 5′ 8″ Aria was built for running. She was on the track team in college and was one of their best in the 800 meter sprint and the 1 mile. She still had the toned and tanned body to prove it too. She was absolutely stunning. Anywhere we went, I often saw guys practically drooling when she walked by them. I have only seen a few of the guys she’s dated before though. They were always very good looking but she never seemed to keep them around for very long.

“Yeah right!” She said laughing at my comment. “I could maybe beat you in a sprint or short distance race, but you are the only one crazy enough to run marathons!” We both chuckled a little. We have always been competitive with each other, especially when it comes to sports. Sometimes when she loses she will blame it on the fact that I have an extra height advantage being a couple inches taller than her. But it is always in good fun.

We arrived at the Park Office and got checked in and found our campsite. “Let’s get all unpacked and then head out on a nice hike and enjoy the beautiful sunny day!” I said. In no time, we had the tent up afyon escort and were off to find a map of the hiking trails. Being the middle of the week, there were only a few other campers around and they were all pretty well spread apart. I loved it when you practically had the place to yourself. Nothing like how it was back in the city.

We found a nice 4 mile loop trail and off we went. Aria took the lead to start and I found I was constantly fighting with myself to not stare at her legs the whole time. She had a tight black tank top on with short white athletic shorts, and her legs seemed to go on for days. We took a couple rest stops to take pictures along the way and then we switched leads so I was in front for the the second half. With another half mile left to go, I heard Aria stumble behind me. I turned around to see her trying to get up off the ground and wincing in pain as she looked at the bleeding gash just above her right ankle.

I ran over to her and took a look at it myself. Luckily it didn’t look too deep but I did need to stop the bleeding quick. Without hesitating, I took off my tank top and tied it tight around her ankle. That should help until we get back to camp at least.

“Are you okay?” I asked, “What happened?”

She sighed heavily and then tried to stand and apply pressure on her leg once more. She winced in pain again and then said, “Oh, it was stupid. I was distracted by, uh, something, and not watching my footing. I then tripped on a rock and stumbled into a nearby branch that apparently had it out for me. I think I rolled my ankle pretty bad too.”

I looked at her ankle once more before deciding. “Well, hop up onto my back and I’ll carry you the rest of the way back to camp. I’ve got a first aid kit in one of my bags. See, my over-packing is already coming in handy!” She laughed a little at that and then carefully climbed onto my back as I squatted down. It was then that I realized I was only wearing a sports bra now. Thank goodness I was wearing a cute one at least.

This felt nice. The closeness to her. I could feel her breath on the back of my ear and her strong arms wrapped tightly around my bare shoulders. We didn’t say much on the way back which was perfect since I preferred to save my breath. She was very fit but the extra weight was still a workout going up some of the steeper hills on the trail. I spotted our folding chairs by the fire ring and set her down right next to it.

“Sit down, I’ll be right back!” I rummaged through my baggage and found my first aid kit. I threw on a new t-shirt as I came back out to her. I positioned my chair in front of hers, removed the bloody shirt from her leg, and got to work cleaning out her wound. Once done, I positioned her leg in my lap and grabbed my sterile bandages and began to dress her ankle and wrapped it with an ACE wrap for added pressure. “There! Good as new!” I said.

She looked at my handiwork. “Thank you so much Tara! And I’m so sorry about ruining your shirt though.”

“Don’t worry about the shirt, I’m just glad your ankle wasn’t any worse. Well, how about I get some dinner going and then we can relax by the fire the rest of the evening? I want you to sit there and keep your leg up. If you need something, holler. Otherwise, I better not see you trying to stand and help out. Nurses orders.” I said as I slid one of my tote boxes over and propped her leg up on it.

She looked at me and smirked. “Wow, I guess you do have a bossy side to you after all. I kinda like it. Alright, fine, but tomorrow night, I get to make dinner for you!”

I grilled us some cheddar brats and corn on the cob. I also happened to pack her favorite chips and dip too so she was thrilled to snack on that while I finished grilling. Once we were all done eating, I cleaned up and then grabbed both of us a drink and joined Aria again next to the fire.

“Here,” I said while handing her the drink “let me take a look at your ankle and see if the bleeding has stopped.” She propped her leg up in my lap again and I carefully unwrapped the ACE wrap. Luckily the bleeding had stopped and it looked like it should heal up pretty well. As I wrapped her ankle back up, I looked up at her and caught her staring at me. I held her gaze for a few more moments. I always felt that her dark green eyes were mesmerizing, and I could easily get lost in them. “Well hopefully your ankle will feel better in the morning, but just be sure to take it easy tonight.”

“Thanks again for looking after me. I really do appreciate it. I can handle all the blood and guts at work, but when it’s my own blood, I get a bit squeamish.”

I smiled back at her and then realized I was still holding her leg in my lap. More than that, my thumb was absent-mindingly caressing her calf. I shifted positions quickly and cleared my throat. “Well, I suppose you would like your leg back now.” I said as I gently set it back down. She chuckled a little at my clear embarrassment.

“You aydın escort know” she said “I do feel bad about you having to carry me back to camp. You made it look easy but I know it wasn’t. You are probably going to wake up with a sore back tomorrow. How about I give you a back massage to help pay you back?”

I looked at her and cocked my eyebrow up a little. “Hmm, that does sound pretty nice actually. Alright, I’ll take you up on that!”

We decided the easiest place would be at the picnic table. We each straddled the bench seat and she got to work behind me. Wow, she was good at this. I’m so glad I said yes. She started out massaging my upper back then made her way down to my lower back.

“That feels amazing Aria! How have we never done this before?”

“I’m glad you like it. I’m happy to keep doing more in the future, just let me know when and I’ll be there!”

She then made her way slowly up my back again and started rubbing my shoulders. She scooted a little closer and now I could feel her breasts ever so lightly touching my back. She proceeded to slide her hands slowly down the length of my arms. Once she reached my wrists, I could feel her hot breath on the back of my ear. It sent a tingle down throughout my entire body. I let out a low moan. Crap. Why did I do that? How could my body be so turned on by such a simple thing. She’s my friend. Nothing more. Time for my mind to relay the message to my body.

“Umm, thanks for the massage, that was great!” I said as I quickly stood up and made my way towards the fire again. “Ready to roast some marshmallows?”

She looked at me a little perplexed by my sudden change of proximity. “Umm, sure, if that’s what you want.” That stupid moan. I can’t risk scaring her away and weirding her out by making mistakes like that again.

We finally got the perfectly roasted marshmallows ready for our s’mores. She took a big bite into hers and some melted chocolate got smeared next to her upper lip. Without thinking, I reached over and swiped it off with my finger and then stuck it in my mouth. Holy crap! Why did I just do that? What is wrong with me tonight?

“Umm, sorry, I’m not sure why I did that. I guess I don’t like seeing any chocolate go to waste.”

She just looked at me for a moment then slightly shook her head. “Hey, I get it, I love chocolate too, I might have done the same if it had happened to you instead. Although I probably would have used my tongue instead of my finger.” She winked at me as she said that. I couldn’t help but blush and she definitely noticed it. She’s always liked teasing me and watching for my reactions. I swear, her favorite thing is finding out how many ways she can make me blush. But this time, it seemed a bit more flirty than usual. It must just be the alcohol though.

We were both silent for a little while as we sank into our chairs more and listened to the sounds of the crickets and frogs at a pond nearby. “So,” I said “You got to hear all about my dating life, or lack there-of, so what about you? Gone on any dates lately?”

She pondered for a minute. “Not really. I had a couple blind first dates in the last few months but I kept wishing they were over before we even got our food. Nothing against the guys, I just wasn’t all that interested and found myself being bored. I really just went out with them because a friend kept insisting on setting me up with some of her husbands friends. And before that, I dated a guy for a couple weeks but he just wanted sex and I just wasn’t ready for that with him yet. I was happy to just stay in the make out zone for awhile, but he didn’t seem interested. Who knows, maybe he thought I was a bad kisser and he couldn’t handle it anymore if it didn’t lead to sex. Anyways, he was a jerk and once he found out I wasn’t going to sleep with him that night, he left and I never heard from him again.”

I laughed out loud at that last part. “Yeah right, I highly doubt that you are a bad kisser! That guy was just an asshole.”

She looked at me with sudden intrigue. “He was an asshole. But I have wondered before about the kissing thing. I just never seem to feel anything when I’m kissing these guys so I can’t help but wonder if I’m doing it all wrong. I feel like men won’t ever tell you the truth because they don’t want to ruin their chances of having sex. But…as my friend, you could actually give me an honest answer. You would really be helping me out, what do you say?”

Was she really suggesting what I think she was? She wants to kiss me. Just as friends, but still, that’s crossing a line we’ve never crossed before in our friendship. Of course, I have thought of what it would be like to kiss her before, but I have always tried to quickly push the idea out of my head. I’m straight, and so is she. But as much as I continued to tell myself that, I still have always been curious. It looks like I might actually get a chance now to satisfy my curiosity. “Umm, I suppose that is what ağrı escort a good friend would do. Alright, let’s try it and see.” I responded, trying not to sound too eager.

She immediately had a huge grin on her face and her eyes lit up. “Really? You’re really okay with me kissing you? And please give me your honest opinion, don’t worry about hurting my feelings!”

“Yes, I’m sure.” I replied. I was nervous though. My stomach felt like it was doing somersaults.

She turned her chair to face me. She looked so beautiful in the glow from the fire. She gave me a nice easy smile, then leaned in closer, put her hands on my thighs and just hovered there for a moment, only an inch or two away from my face. Her proximity was intoxicating. She leaned in a little more and just grazed my lips with hers. Even though they barely touched, my lips were instantly craving more contact with hers. She moved her hands and cradled my face with them, pulling my mouth closer to hers. She deepened our kiss, and I was lost in the warmth of her soft lips. We stayed like that for a few more moments, just gently kissing. I moved my hands to her waist and slowly caressed her there with my thumbs. Then she started to lick my lower lip with her tongue. I opened my mouth just a little and that’s all the invite she needed. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and started to massage my tongue with her very skilled tongue. She tasted amazing, like chocolate with a hint of alcohol. I could feel my whole body starting to react to her kiss. I could already tell a wet spot was appearing in my thong. I had never been so turned on by a kiss before. This was hands down the best kiss I had ever had. All too soon, her tongue retracted, but not before licking my lower lip one last time before breaking our kiss. She released my head from her hands, and I reluctantly let go of her waist. We gathered ourselves and sat back farther in our chairs.

“Well,” she asked “what did you think?”

It took me a minute to gather my thoughts. To get my head out of the haze it was in. I was currently having a difficult time trying to piece together any coherent thoughts. My body was still buzzing and craving more. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat.

“Well, you were right. You are a bad kisser,” I said “I can definitely see why you would make men run for the hills when you kiss them like that. That was just, awful. I would hate to have to do it again. It all makes perfect sense now.” I could barely keep a straight face towards the end of my blatant lie.

She realized I was teasing her and she started to tickle me. She knew I was very ticklish and I immediately tried to retract my earlier statement in an attempt to spare being tickle tortured.

“Okay, okay!” I gasped for air, as she finally stopped tickling me. “Honestly, that was an amazing kiss and if any of my ex-boyfriends would have kissed me like that, I’m sure I would have kept them around a whole lot longer. You have nothing to worry about when it comes to the kissing department. I give you an A+.”

She gave me a big cheesy smile and I started to feel my insides tingle a little again. It was going to be hard to think of anything else besides how amazing that kiss was.

“Well thanks for helping me out!” Aria said. “It’s nice to have a trusted and honest opinion for once. And if I’m being honest too, I enjoyed that quite a bit. It was completely different from all the guys I’ve kissed before.”

There go my cheeks again, lighting up bright red. She saw it as well and gave me a crooked smile. Embarrassed, I moved to stand up. “Well, it’s getting pretty late, how about we start getting ready for bed?”

We grabbed our toiletry bags and headed to the bathrooms. I got back to the tent before her and quickly changed into an old race t-shirt and my favorite pair of gym shorts. Aria then crawled her way into the tent and started to change as well. I tried to turn around to give her some privacy but couldn’t help but steal a glance or two. We’ve never changed in front of each other before. Sure, we’ve seen each other in bikinis, but this somehow felt different. More intimate. I glanced and saw her back muscles flex as she pulled her t-shirt over her head and down past her tight abdomen. She was wearing the exact same t-shirt as me. It’s from a 5k race we ran together a couple years ago. When she turned around, she noticed my shirt as well.

“Great minds think alike huh?” She giggled. “It’s one of my favorite shirts, it was such a fun race and it always makes me think of you.”

“I loved doing that race with you. I wear it to bed most nights. It makes me think of you too.” I didn’t want to risk saying even more to embarrass myself tonight so I quickly changed the subject. “Well, we better get some sleep so your ankle can rest up and hopefully go on a hike again tomorrow. Goodnight!”

She climbed into her sleeping bag and turned to face me. “Hey Tara? Today was really fun, aside from the whole injury part of it. I’m really glad we got to come camping together though. Sweet dreams!” And with that, she leaned over, and gave me a quick peck on the lips. Before I knew what happened, she had rolled over to her other side and turned off the lantern. Well, I knew what I’d be dreaming about tonight.

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I was new to Miami, and unsure of my own sexuality. I had some experience with other women, but was not yet sure if I was bisexual or completely gay. I barely knew anyone in town, and was very grateful that I had met Sophie, a wonderful woman the same age as me, 22 years old. She had very light blonde hair, very large firm round breasts, and a tall stunning body. She could have been a model, but instead she was a lawyer, of all things. She was also an out of the closet lesbian, and totally proud of the fact. I told her I still liked men, and she said that there was nothing wrong with that, I had to follow my heart and my libido when it came to choosing sex partners.

I really wanted to be with Sophie, but when we first met she was in a monogamous relationship with another woman. About three months after our first meeting, she called me on the phone to tell me that she had broken up with her lover, and wanted to hang out with me that night.

She arrived at my studio apartment, and I expected her to be upset and cry. Instead, she totally surprised me by passionately kissing me on the lips and putting her arms around my back the moment she walked in the door of my apartment.

Her hot kisses were like a dream come true; I had wanted her body for so long. She was completely in charge of the situation, and she took my hand and led me to my sofa. She sat down beside me and kissed my neck for a few minutes, and then she stopped kissing me and said she wanted to talk for awhile.

“Miranda, I have been with Jen for so long, and now she is gone. I am so excited about sleeping with other people after so long; I hope you are able to handle my passion. I know this comes without warning, Miranda, but I want to fuck you so bad; I have for as long as we have known each other. I don’t want you to feel led on, however…I just want sex tonight; I am not ready to move into another relationship quite yet.

That was fine with me. I hadn’t been laid by either a women or a man for a few weeks, and my pussy was aching for some attention. I told her that I had wanted her body since I had known her, and just having sex tonight would be quite acceptable to me.

Then a knock on the door surprised me.

Sophie told me that she had invited someone else to join us. Now I was shocked yet again; I was all turned on and ready to fuck Sophie, and felt upset that the mood was broken by her having invited someone else. I stood up and answered the door, not knowing what to expect.

I opened the door, and there was a petite brunette with long hair tied up in a pony-tail. I recognized her as Sophie’s friend Kara, and I had met her once or twice before. She gave me a hug when I let her in, and said she had come to help cheer up Sophie.

I walked back to the sofa, and whispered to Sophie “I guess our plans are off for tonight, I didn’t know you were going to invite someone else.”

Sophie tilted back her head and laughed. “Oh no, our plans are not off at all; they are just getting started. I know you Miranda; you are a pretty kinky girl, even though you act shy and innocent most of the time. Miranda, I just broke up with my lover, and I am planning to forget about her by having some of the hottest, nastiest, kinkiest sex of my life tonight. Jen was always so conservative in the bedroom; she never would play with toys or even consider having a threesome. I hope you are game, Miranda, because of all my friends, you two are the ones I want to be with tonight. And when I say ‘be with,’ I don’t just mean hanging out and watching a movie…I mean I want to ‘be with’ you two in the most intimate way…”

Kara sat down on the other side of me on the sofa. Now I was sitting in the between to stunning women, and I had to decide if I wanted to participate in a threesome. I didn’t know how my evening had ended up like this; the day had started out pretty routinely, with me waking up early in the morning and working behind the counter of a coffee store all day.

Sophie put her hand on my leg. I had on shorts, so her hand was on my bare skin, and she started to caress my legs, rubbing her hands up and down from my thighs to my knees. When she got her finger wet and rubbed the soft skin behind my knees, I nearly had an orgasm on the spot. Kara started to kiss my neck, and I was hooked…my legs turned to jelly, and I let those two women seduce me.

It was kind of strange rushing into sexual activity so quickly; the other times I had been with female partners, we had usually talked and talked for hours before the kissing and touching started. I decided to just go with the flow and let them do what they wanted. Sophie obviously wanted to have hot sex, and she wanted it soon, so I decided that she could have it. She had just broken up with her partner, and she was entitled to have some hot meaningless rebound sex if she wanted to.

Kara started to feel me up over my white tank top, and my nipples got instantly hard. I turned to Sophie and kissed her deeply on her luscious red lips, letting her tongue slip into my mouth and French kiss me deeply. Our tongues explored each others adana escort lips and mouths, and I started to feel a flow of juices in my pussy from the hot kissing. Kara started to unbutton my tank top, and I loved feeling her hands undress me. I let her remove me tank top, and the two women got there first look at my breasts. They were still covered up with my plain white bra, and I took one of each woman’s hands and placed them on my breasts over the bra. I turned to Kara and kissed her lips for the first time.

Kara was even more in control with her kissing than Sophie had been; she looked me straight in the eyes and insistently kissed my mouth firmly while still feeling my right breast. It felt so hot having two women feel me up at once, and I felt a strong urge to take off my bra. I was just about to unhook the strap in back of my bra when Sophie beat me to it, and unhooked it for me. She let my tits spill out, and I was topless before them.

I was the only one who was half naked, and I decided to do something about that. I broke off Kara’s kiss for a minute so I could remove her pink blouse. It was very tight, and I was not surprised to see that she had no bra on underneath it. Sophie helped me roll the blouse over her chest and lift it over her head. I removed the pink blouse and tossed it on the floor. Her breasts were much smaller than Sophie’s or mine, and I was able to easily cup each one in my hands. I gave them nice lingering caresses, and got her nipple all hard. I almost had forgotten about Sophie when she started to play with my own bare breasts, and when I looked at her I noticed that she had removed her top also; now the three of us where topless.

Kara broke off her kiss and started to make out with Sophie. I felt momentarily rejected; I guess this was one reason I had been hesitant to participate in a threesome. It felt really weird to be in the middle of the sofa as the two women made out right in front of me, both of them leaning their half naked bodies over me. I decided to make the best of the situation, and I played with four breasts. The contrast was interesting; Sophie’s breasts were enormous and very light colored; Kara’s were small and darker in color. Sophie’s nipples were very pink and smaller than I would have expected given the size of her chest; Kara’s nipples were very big and dark red.

Just when I was really starting to feel left out of the kissing, both of them started to kiss my ears at the same time. This blew my mind, having two hot mouths on my ears at once, blowing hot breath into them. They started to rub my legs again, and I hoped that they would remove my pants soon. I sat back and enjoyed all the attention of their tongues.

I started to undo the buttons on Kara’s tan shorts, and I couldn’t help but to notice that her white panties were damp. I kept my hand on her panties and started to kiss her mouth again. Meanwhile my wish that someone would remove my pants was coming true as Sophie started to undo the buttons on my shorts and pull them off. She sat on the floor between my legs and tugged my shorts until they where all the way off. I let them both look at me in my black lacy panties, and then Sophie helped me finish removing Kara’s shorts. Kara’s plain white panties were soaked, and it was pretty obvious that her pussy had been getting very moist underneath her panties. Normally I would have waited awhile to strip off her panties, but since the other two seemed intent on moving fast tonight, I decided to go for it, and I grabbed her panties and quickly yanked them all the way off.

I admired her bushy black pubic hair. Sophie said “Good job, Miranda!” She had been pleased to see me take the initiative in getting Kara naked. Kara sat there nude and spread her legs, giving Sophie and me a good look at her pink pussy lips. Since the theme of the night seemed to be “go fast,” I wasted no time in taking things to the next level. I got down on my knees between Kara’s legs and gave her some quick hot kisses right on her pussy. It tasted a little sweaty, but that is not a complaint. It tasted nice and tangy between her pussy lips, and I started to kiss them as passionately as I had kissed her lips earlier. She moaned when I stuck a finger into her pussy while still licking her pussy lips. Then I really kicked it up a notch when I started to kiss her clit.

Meanwhile Sophie had moved behind me and pulled down my panties, making me the second one to be completely naked. I stopped kissing Kara’s pussy for a minute so I could finish stripping Sophie. She had on a long red skirt, and I pulled that off, along with her black thong. Of the three of us, Sophie had dressed the most provocatively, but now that we were all nude, it really didn’t matter what we had been wearing earlier. I went back to eating out Kara’s bushy pussy, and I hoped that Sophie didn’t feel left out of the action.

Then I felt Sophie start to knead my buttock from behind. It felt great having her hands all over my bare ass while I was giving another women head at the same time. Kara started to run her fingers through ankara escort my hair, and she took my head in her hands and buried my face between her legs, urging me to lick faster. I teased her a bit, slowing down my long licks when she wanted me to speed up. She put her hands on my shoulders and said, “Lick it faster. Please!”

I obliged, and really buried my tongue between her legs. I felt Sophie’s hands on my buttocks, and then suddenly felt something cold and wet on my anus. I turned around and gave Sophie a puzzled look, and she touched my hand and said to relax and enjoy what was coming. Feeling her rub some lubricant into my ass, I had an idea of what was coming next. I had never had a women use a strap on in my ass, but I knew that Sophie and Jen used to do that. I wondered what it would feel like. I had had anal sex with men before, but never with a woman.

I forgot about Sophie for a minute and plunged my mouth into Kara, eager to get her off. She was the first one to have an orgasm, as she physically grabbed my head and made me fuck her with my mouth. I licked her like crazy, making her hips rock up and down until I could tell she was coming. She screamed while grabbing my hair, and I felt her wet female juices all over my chin as she came hard, gripping my head with her legs and thrashing all over the sofa. Just as she started to come down from her orgasm, I felt something plastic start to invade my ass.

I looked behind me, and a naked Sophie had a look of lust on her face. She had attached a strap on to her hips. I looked at the monster dildo, and said “Sophie, its way to long, that thing is like a foot long!” I was not exaggerating; it looked like a very realistic erect cock, flesh colored and veined, and a foot long in length.

She gave my ass a hard slap and said “I have faith in you Miranda, you can take it in.”

The spanking startled me, it was not just a friendly little tap; it was quite hard and it stung a little. I felt her sink the huge strap on deep into my ass. She was generous with the lubricant, and it slipped in much easier than I had thought it would, but it still stretched me to the limit. I had never had anything penetrate me so deeply in my ass. She gave me some more spankings, but fortunately they were not as hard as the first one had been.

I had forgotten about Kara for the moment, and I was surprised to find her hand reach up and touch my pussy from underneath me. I was bent over the sofa, with my face and arms on the sofa and my knees on the floor. My ass was sticking up in the air being penetrated by Sophie’s strap on, and Kara was underneath my pussy, playing with it and stimulating my clit while I was getting fucked from behind.

When Kara used her other hand to fondle my tits I nearly came on the spot. I was being stimulated in so many ways; my pussy, my ass, and now my tits. She pinched my nipples nicely, not too roughly. Sophie was really pumping away from behind me, and she was making load grunts and moans as she fucked my ass. Meanwhile Kara had started to finger fuck my pussy. She stopped for a minute, and I felt a bit let down, but then I felt something buzzing on my clit, and I looked down to see a slim red vibrator right on my bare cunt.

I didn’t know how a vibrator had suddenly appeared, and I didn’t really care how it had appeared out of nowhere; all I knew was that it felt incredible, and I was about to come from Kara’s hand and the vibrator masturbating me. I felt the dildo plunge in m ass even deeper, and I started to really savor the feeling of having my ass stuffed. I let Sophie use my ass for her pleasure while Kara fingered my cunt and vibrated my clit. She turned up the speed a couple of notches, and I thrust my pussy the best I could into her hands. She stuck her long finger in and out of my hole until I felt the orgasm begin.

It was so incredibly intense to come while being stimulated in so many ways. Sophie really increased the tempo of her thrusts from behind while Kara furiously masturbated my pussy and clit with both a hand and the red vibrator. I let go and had an earth shattering orgasm, screaming and moaning while thrashing around. I remember my ass contracting while I came, and the long dildo was still inside me. My pussy shook ad quivered, and clamped around Kara’s fingertips while she buzzed the vibrator on my swollen erect clit. I finally started to come down from the heights of bliss, and Sophie was still fucking my ass. I wondered how she was getting pleasure from this, and she later told me that the strap on had little nubs in the front that rubbed her clit while she pumped into me.

I heard Sophie moan out in a fit of pleasure, and knew she was coming hard. She spanked my ass hard while she came, and by now I didn’t mind it and I was actually starting to enjoy the feeling of having my ass reddened. She thrust a little too deep inside me while coming, and my ass felt a bit sore inside from the extra deep plunging, but I didn’t want to interrupt her pleasure, so I let her thrust deep and hard into me.

We all were all quiet for adıyaman escort awhile after having our intense first orgasms of the night, and we lay in a sweaty heap of nakedness on the floor. The next hour was quiet as we lay together; caressing and kissing each others spent bodies. All the touching soon got us hot and horny again and I surprised Sophie by physically grabbing her body and rolling her over onto her back. I sat down on her face and put my pussy right up to her mouth. She had played rough and nasty with me, and it was time to pay her back.

“Lick my cunt, Sophie!” I yelled at her. She eagerly accepted the submissive role, and started to eat me out as I ground my pussy into her face. I felt shivers up and down my spine as I felt her expertly lick my clit in nice little circles. I put my knees around her head to emphasize my dominant role, and I told Kara to help me out.

“What should I do?” Kara asked. I thought for a minute about how to really charge up the sex.

“Kara, go wash the Sophie’s strap on dildo really good with soap and hot water. Then put on her strap on. Lift up her legs in the air, put them over your shoulders, and fuck her big ass hard. Plunge that big dildo into her ass till she can’t take it.”

Sophie looked up at me in horror, and said, “Miranda, I never took the dildo with Jen; I just used it on her. I can’t do that.”

I laughed. “Sophie, I had never had a monster dildo stuck up my ass either until tonight, and I took it up the ass while you spanked me hard. I think you will learn to accept it rather quickly.”

“Oh, all right, I will try it.”

“You will do more than try it, Sophie, you will take all twelve inches of it till your ass is stretched out and sore. And you will love it.” I commanded her, loving the feeling of being in control.

Kara came back with the dildo, and I told her to go get my vibrator from my nightstand. She didn’t have far to go in my small studio apartment, and she reached into my drawer and pulled out a small black vibrator. “No, keep looking, I have a bigger one.” Kara rummaged through the drawer and came out with a long flesh colored vibrator. It was bent to give good G-spot stimulation. My idea was for her to use my long vibrator inside Sophie’s pussy, her own small red vibrator on Sophie’s clit, and the strap on in Sophie’s ass, while poor Sophie was lying on her back eating my pussy.

I explained the plan to Kara, and soon she was doing what I had told her too. It was hard for me to see, since I was facing the other way. Sophie lay naked on the floor while I sat on her face with my legs around her head. Kara started to plunge into Sophie’s ass with the strap on.

“My ass is too tight, I can’t take it all!” Sophie whined. Tough luck!

“Put some more lubricant on her ass, Kara. I’m smaller than her, and I took it all in me, I know she can too.” Kara squirted a handful of lubricant on the dildo and slid it in farther. Sophie looked like she was in a bit of discomfort, so I told Kara to slow down and give her time to get used to it. “Keep licking me, Sophie!” I ordered her.

She licked my clit, and then she started to rub my bare thighs with her fingernails. This was a nice touch, and I felt slightly bad for being too rough with her. I could tell she was enjoying the role reversal, however, and she lapped up my juices while moaning and groaning.

Kara had stuck my big vibrator deep into Sophie’s cunt, and I told her to turn it on full speed. This caused Sophie to lick me even faster, and I felt my second orgasm coming soon. Then Kara put her own small vibrator on Sophie’s hard clit and buzzed away. Sophie cam first, eagerly eating out my pussy while she came. I ground my hips on her face and came soon afterwards, gushing out female juices all over her mouth and tongue.

Kara was still plunging into Sophie, feeling the pleasure of the nubs on her clit. She looked like she was about to come, but then I had a wicked idea. Kara was the only one of the three of us who hadn’t felt the strap in her ass yet. I made everyone stop, and I walked over to the bathroom to wash the strap on.

I came back to them, and put on the strap on. It felt weird to have a foot long plastic penis between my legs. I felt the little rubber nubs on my pussy, and knew why Sophie liked this toy so much. I squirt some lubricant on my fingers and stuck a finger into Kara’s ass. “Have you ever experienced this, Kara, or are you an ass virgin like Sophie was until I just popped her cherry?” I asked.

“No, I’ve done this a few times before, Miranda. Fuck my ass, I can take it easily!” Kara replied.

I was surprised that she would be so eager, but I quickly stuffed her ass with it. She was bent over the same way I had been over the sofa, and I tested the waters by giving her some light spankings. She loved it, and wiggled her ass to encourage more. I spanked her even harder, watching her ass get redder and redder. Sophie was not content to just sit and watch, so she sat on the sofa and started to play with Kara’s tits. I could tell she was pinching Kara’s nipples rather hard, but she was also lovingly caressing Kara’s back with her hands. I didn’t want Kara to miss out on a second orgasm, so I stuck my big vibrator into her pussy. It was hard to coordinate this while still fucking her ass with the strap on, but Sophie helped me get the vibrator into position.

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Thanks to all my faithful readers for waiting so long for my new story. It was a bit lengthy, so I split it into three chapters. I hope you all love this story. It took me a very long time to write. I would like to thank my editor for his patient editing and his helpful hints. Enjoy.

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Seven months later (June, the next year)

We had to go to court to face Tim one last time. He was already eighteen when he committed the crimes, so he was tried as an adult. A lot of girls came forward once Elise and I started our case against him. They were all willing to testify against him, now that he couldn’t hurt them anymore. One of them was Alex, who turned out to be his last rape victim a week before he had attempted to rape Elise. She had told us everything in December before we met up with our lawyer, Danielle. Danielle was one of my friends from college, part of Sam’s group of friends. We all still got together now and then, despite our busy schedules.

I had lost my job as a teacher; the department of education had me fired a month earlier. They decided that I’d abused my position by having sex with one of my students. They were right. It was the price I paid to be with my Elise. I decided to take the package they offered me and spend more time at home for a bit. My mother paid me for the days I helped her in the restaurant, which helped a lot. Elise and I didn’t have to use the money that we had saved in our trusts.

Danielle was a short, busty woman, shorter than me anyway, not overweight but enough for someone to hold on to and she loved it that way. She had long thick curly black hair that reached the middle of her back. She had an almost baby face, but don’t be fooled by those sweet cute looks. She was a woman who didn’t take anyone’s crap. She could put you in your place very quickly if she felt you needed it, which made her an even better lawyer.

My mother was working with the college as a Chef Lecturer. Her restaurant was her lecture hall and she had Elise and Alex in her classes. Elise and I both agreed to help Alex pay for her college fees. It’s only a twelve month course after all. After her family found out she was pregnant from a guy who raped her, they kicked her out because she couldn’t get it in her heart to get rid of the child. She never told us why her family disowned her and we never asked but we all had our suspicions.

“Come on Angel, we’re going to be late. We have to be at court in an hour. We still have to meet up with Danielle and the girls.” Elise was in the kitchen, waiting for me to get ready. We overslept this morning. I forgot to set the alarm on my phone to wake us up.

“I’m coming, Honey. I’m almost done.” I stumbled into the kitchen. I tried to pull up the zipper of my pants. I had a suit on. “Honey, can you please help me with this zipper? It got caught on my shirt.” I stood in the door, frantically trying to pull the stupid thing down to release my shirt.

“Hold on before you strip your zipper.” Elise walked toward me. She stuck her fingers in the waistband to hold my pants up and grabbed the zipper with the other hand. I braced myself with a hand on either side of the doorframe.

She gave one hard tug downward. The zipper released my shirt. Then she smoothly pulled my zipper up all while staring into my brown eyes with her blues. She grinned widely at me. Elise cupped my pussy with the hand that was on my zipper. Her other hand travelled up my body, settled behind my neck then pulled my head down for a kiss.

“That wasn’t so difficult, was it, Angel? You get agitated very quickly these days.”

“I know, Honey, it’s this court case. I just want to get it over with so we can move on with our lives. I can think of a lot more fun things to do with you instead of sitting in a courtroom the whole day.”

“We started this; we have to finish it. If we let him get away with what he has done, he will keep doing it.”

“You are right as always. We have been preparing for this day for seven months now. All those girls want justice and they are counting on us.” I placed my hands on her hips and kissed her again.

We met Danielle and the girls at my mother’s restaurant for a quick preparation. The courthouse was just across the street, so we could just walk over. Elise and I sat next to each other; Danielle had another girl next to her. Alex stood nearby next to my parents, who took the day off to support us. The rest of the girls sat, huddled up next to each other, on a long brown leather booth seat. Everyone looked nervous and anxious, maybe a little scared too.

Danielle was busy preparing each one of us individually for court. She took one of us, sat at a separate booth and came back for another, when done. Finally finished with each of us on our own, Danielle took a stand in front of us all. She looked ready to take down a whole army. She was on her game and I knew we would win this case with her on our side. Tim had no chance at all. He would never get to rape any woman again.

“Alright aksaray escort girls, all you have to remember is to tell the truth. If any lie comes out we will lose this case. Tim’s lawyer will try and turn anything against you. If there is anything that could be used against you, you have to tell me now. Once we’re in that court room, there is no turning back.” Danielle looked each of us in the eyes.

“There is one thing that all of us have in common that we can use against him. We all had one drink with him; he drugged us; he used roofies. I have my full med report right here.” Alex handed a sheet of paper over to Danielle. Danielle took a look at it, and then looked up at Alex. Something else showed in her blood.

“Great, I have been waiting for this. I’ll just make a copy at the front desk and submit it as new evidence in court. Besides Elise, you are the most recent victim. The other girls’ blood would be clean already. This is crucial.” Danielle put the sheet of paper in front of her in her file.

“I could make a copy for you in my office at the back,” Vanessa said to Danielle. She stepped forward.

“Please, if you won’t mind. Alex, why don’t you take it and go with her? Do hurry, we have five minutes and then we have to leave.” Danielle handed Alex the paper.

After Alex and Vanessa left, Danielle covered her face with her hands. She looked serious. “This is going to be a long day.” She slid her hands down her face and covered her mouth with her fingers. I leaned toward her.

“What’s wrong Danielle? You took one look at that paper, then turned white,” I asked her, seriousness evident in my own voice.

“Come with me, I need a smoke before we get to that court.” Danielle and I headed outside.

We stood in front of the restaurant and talked while she lit up a cigarette. She offered me one but I refused.

“Shannon, Alex is pregnant with Tim’s child. She is now seven months.” Danielle took a long drag of her smoke.

“I didn’t even know. She likes to wear loose and baggy clothes, so she has been hiding it very well. Why do you look so serious about this?”

“You asked me to let her stay with me for a while. I like her, but I don’t like her, you know? She sleeps on my couch, for Pete’s sake. I live in a one bedroom apartment. She needs a proper room or place of her own and her family kicked her out, remember. I can only guess that her pregnancy is the reason for their actions.”

“Yes, you’re right. You know what, Danielle? Let me talk to my parents. Maybe they will let her live in the pool house. I’ll talk to them after court. We are all having a barbeque at my house anyway.”

“That environment will be perfect for Alex, especially in her condition, and your parents will be there if an emergency arises. I’m never at home.”

Danielle stomped her cigarette butt out and looked at the crowd in the restaurant. She stood in the door and motioned for them to come along. It was time for us to get a move on. Vanessa and Alex walked in through the kitchen; both smiled wide. Vanessa had her arm around the young woman and talked about something. Anthony came in right behind them.

We headed across the street to the court room. The court was packed with people who supported the girls. Each one of us was called up to the stand to testify against Tim. His lawyer tried to use my and Elise’s relationship against us, but failed miserably because she was already eighteen at the time and an independent woman. It was wrong of me as a teacher, but I’d already lost my job over that. Our relationship didn’t harm our credibility. Danielle used the photos I asked the nurse to take of Elise’s injuries against him. She also used the medical tests, showing the use of roofies at the time Alex was raped.

During the short recess we all sat outside the courtroom on a bench. We talked about everything else but the case. We nervously waited for the verdict to be decided. Elise looked shocked when I decided to take a few drags of Danielle’s cigarette to calm my nerves. My parents looked like they could kill me. I had to take a breath mint before I could kiss Elise again. Finally the bailiff called us after half an hour.

Everyone sat in silence while the foreman of the jury read out their verdicts. He was found guilty on all counts. Tim was sentenced to serve seven counts of ten years in prison with the chance of parole after five. We all prayed against the parole, but the verdict was good enough for us. Fifty years in prison was enough cause for a celebration for us.

We all headed to my and Elise’s house for a barbeque. The rest of my friends from college came to celebrate with us. It was finally over. We could all move on with our lives now.

Elise and I were in the kitchen. We prepared salads and garlic bread to go with the meat. My parents, Alex and the others played pool and darts. Sam and Danielle sat at the kitchen table, catching up. Jasmine and her wife, Rebecca, sat with them. Her sister, Meagan amasya escort and her girl, Carrie, stood beside Elise and me. They had a short break from medical school. Those two girls were old students of mine and good friends.

“That’s alright, when his parole comes up, I’ll just appeal against him on behalf of my clients.” Danielle took a sip of her drink.

“I would have done the same thing if I were any one of these girls. The world’s better off without a creep like that.” Sam took several short sips of her drink then set her glass down.

“I’m just glad it’s over. It was the worst six months of my life. I actually got upset at any little thing.” I faced my friends.

“Should I tell them what happened this morning before we left, Angel?” I gave Elise a lopsided smile as she turned to face the others. My parents joined us in the kitchen. “She came stumbling into the kitchen this morning, agitated, because her zipper caught on her shirt. All I did was hold her pants up with one hand and tug her zipper down with the other and pulled it up again.” Everyone laughed at that as my face went red with embarrassment.

“What? We overslept; we made it just in the nick of time. You know me… I hate being late for anything.”

“Yes, we all know you, Shannon, especially how silly you get when agitated.” Sam laughed out loud.

“Yeah, yeah… let’s change the subject. Mom, Dad, we need to talk to you about Alex.”

“What is it my girl?” my Dad asked. He leaned his back against the counter with his arms around my mother.

“Well, Danielle and I have been talking and we think it will be better for her, if she stays in the pool house on the farm, if it’s alright with you of course. Danielle has helped her for as long as she can but in Alex’s condition, she needs a proper room. If I had known that she was pregnant, I would have suggested it long ago.”

“Actually Shan, your father and I have already spoken to Alex, this morning before court. She is going to stay with us in the house. I just had to help her when I read that report.”

“Where is she going to sleep Mom? You turned my room into a gym. The only room left is Dad’s home office.”

“That’s actually why I am here. Your parents called me and asked me if I could draw up some plans. I’ve been to the farm before, so I know what the house looks like. They want me to add two rooms to the house. I have my electronic sketch pad here.” Sam stood up from the table and downed the last of her drink. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, I knew something was up when I saw the three of you talk this morning before we left the restaurant. Mom sure looked happy.”

“Let’s just say we made her an offer she couldn’t refuse. Besides, it’s going to be fun to have a baby in the house again.” My mother looked back over her shoulder to look into my father’s eyes.

“Yeah, Alex told me earlier about your offer. She seemed very happy about it.” Elise wrapped her arms around my waist. I looked down into her cerulean blues, quizzically. She gave me a lopsided smile and wiggled her eyebrows at me. Danielle had a knowing smile on her face. She and Sam both knew what happened with Charlotte and my mother that time but they agreed to keep it to themselves. They had been my only shoulders to cry on at the time.

“Oh… Oh… alright I get it now. Ewe… gross… now I’m stuck with an image. Quick Honey kiss me, I need a different image.” More laughter erupted. Elise put her hand behind my neck and pulled me into a kiss.

“She told you about it?” both my parents asked at the same time.

“Yes, we tell each other everything.” Elise looked up at me. “Well… almost everything,” she added and blushed wildly.

We burst into laughter again. Sam returned with her sketch pad and sat down at the table. Alex came into the kitchen with the barbequed meat and set it on the counter next to my parents. Alex turned to leave the kitchen but stopped when my mother called her back.

“Wait Sweetie, don’t go anywhere. Sam wants to show us a few suggestions she has for your and baby’s rooms.” My mother held her hand out to Alex. Alex looked at all of us, blushing wildly. Her eyes settled on me, as if asking me if it’s okay. I smiled at her gently and nodded to my parents.

“Its okay, Alex, only the few in this kitchen knows about my mother.” I wrapped my arms lovingly around Elise and settled my head on hers.

Alex reached for my mother’s hand. She expected to stand next to her, but my mother pulled her into her arms instead. She settled her back against my mother, my mother’s arms wrapped around her and my Dad’s arms around my mother. We all waited for Sam to start. Sam and Danielle looked at each other and then at all of us.

“Okay, now I’ve seen everything. Let’s get started so I can get home to my girl and… well you get the picture.” Sam elicited more laughter, breaking the ice. We all knew she was single. She took the stylus from its side pocket and started drawing.

Elise antalya escort had noticed that something was happening between Vanessa and Alex. She saw the two of them hug and kiss. Then my father joined in, kissed Vanessa and hugged the both of them. Elise told me about it, so I knew about them beforehand of course. The three of them looked happy together, Elise said to me.

We all stood by, watched what Sam was doing and listened while she explained what would work and what wouldn’t. By the time she was done, my parents and Alex were happy with her final sketch.

“Alright… so if you’re all satisfied with this final draft, I will get my builders ready tomorrow so they can have it finished by the end of this week. Who do I send the bill to?”

“Send it to me, Sam.” My parents and Alex looked at me, stunned. Before my parents could protest I added: “It’s a gift from Elise and me. I’ve known about you three for quite a while now, so you don’t have to hide it. Honestly… I still think it’s gross but I also think you look great together. Let’s go party before the rest of the guests think we’re being rude.” Elise entwined her fingers with mine and led me to the bar with the others right on our heels.

******

My parents and Alex stayed in the kitchen for a while and talked.

“They’re all taking this better than I thought they would, especially Shannon.” Alex turned in Vanessa’s arms to face both her and Anthony.

“We’re an open-minded family but family members are off limits. That’s our only rule.” Anthony stood next to his two women and wrapped his arms around both.

Vanessa trailed her hands up Alex’s sides from her hips to her shoulders. Alex closed her eyes and revelled in the gentle caresses. She felt Vanessa’s soft wet warm lips against her own. Alex broke their kiss and felt her tummy bulge on the one side.

“Oh, feel that, he moved.” She took both Vanessa and Anthony’s hands and placed them on her stomach. They waited patiently then felt the baby kick against their hands.

“It really is fantastic feeling something so special move in a woman,” Anthony said as a warm smile grew on his lips.

“Oh yes, and I find pregnant woman so sexy. That natural glow they have about them just turns me on. Did you feel that? He kicked again.” Vanessa’s smile grew wider as she gazed into the young woman’s eyes.

“You two have been so loving and caring. I don’t know what would have happened to us if we never met you.” Alex softly caressed her tummy with her hands. Vanessa looked at Anthony and smiled brightly then returned her gaze to Alex.

“We have been searching a long time for someone like you to join us. We love you, Alex.” Vanessa smiled lovingly at their young lover.

“And I love you.” Alex and Vanessa’s eyes locked onto each other for what felt like minutes.

Alex placed a sensual kiss on Vanessa’s lips, and then looked up at Anthony. He kissed Vanessa affectionately, and then looked at her as if asking permission. She looked lovingly at him. Her eyes told him that she knew what he wanted to do. She nodded her answer at him and kissed him. He looked at Alex, bent down a little, softly pinched her chin between his fingertips and kissed her the same way he kissed Vanessa.

Alex’s eyes went wide and locked onto Vanessa’s, searching for any anger. Vanessa gave her a warm smile that let her relax into the kiss. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. Anthony broke the kiss and looked lovingly into both his women’s eyes.

“Let’s go join the others.” He took a hand of each woman in his and led them to the bar to join the others. He joined some of the others in a game of pool while Vanessa and Alex joined others and danced to the music.

After all the guests left, Elise and I went up to our room. I removed my shoes, stood in front of the closet and thought to myself. I felt two warm arms wrap around my middle. I turned to face my love, her naked body and hair was wet from her shower. She took my hands in hers and led me to the bathroom without breaking our gaze. She had the shower water running. The steam rose from it and filled the room.

Elise tugged on my pants button and zipper then sank to her knees. She pulled my pants and panties down to my ankles. Elise looked up at my now super wet pussy and licked her lips. I revelled in feeling her fingertips trace up my legs and settle on my ass cheeks. She leaned forward and kissed my mound then labia. A deep guttural groan erupted from my lips. She stood up and settled her hands on my stomach. She undid my buttoned shirt and pushed it over my shoulders to the floor.

“What’s gotten into you, Honey?” I pulled my sports bra off over my head.

“I was thinking about the conversation we had the day after my birthday last year, the one about role play.” Elise wrapped her arms around my naked body. Her cerulean blue eyes turned violet.

“Oh yeah, what exactly were you thinking about?” I passed her a lopsided smile. Elise blushed furiously.

“Do you remember that one night we made love and you went to grab my ass cheeks but slapped them instead?” Elise watched my face turn red with embarrassment.

“Yes, I remember. I said I was sorry. I didn’t m…” Elise put her finger on my lips to silence me. She smiled shyly.

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Unvermittelt öffnete sich eine Seitentür, orange-goldenes Licht drang aus dem Spalt, und Tony stolperte vor Schreck nach vorne.

“Sachte, sachte,” beruhigte ihn eine vertraute Stimme und er spürte sich von starken Armen gepackt, gehalten, bis er wieder festen Boden unter den Füßen hatte.

“Danke,” murmelte er verwirrt, und verfluchte sein Herz, das mit einem Mal begann wie ein Dampfhammer in seiner Brust zu schlagen.

Er hatte gar nicht bemerkt, dass er schließlich doch in bekannteren Gefilden angelangt war, sich mit einem Mal vor Jack und Chases gemeinsamen Schlafbereich befand.

“Was tust du hier, mitten in der Nacht?” erkundigte sich Jack belustigt, nachdem er ihn endlich losgelassen hatte. Tony vermied seinen Blick, fuhr sich mit der Hand durch die dunklen Locken und zögerte mit der Antwort.

“Konnte nicht schlafen,” brachte er doch wider Erwarten hervor.

“So ging es uns auch.” Chase war hinter Jack aufgetaucht, schob seine Arme langsam um die Hüften des anderen Mannes, bis er sie vor dem flachen Bauch verschränkte. Sein Kinn auf Jacks Schulter gestützt, sprach er weiter.

“Wir hören dich schon seit einer Weile.” Tony sah auf, begegnete dem verschmitzten Grinsen und nahm mit einem Mal auch die lässige Kleidung der beiden wahr, die eine gute Vorstellung davon vermittelte, womit sie soeben noch beschäftigt gewesen sein dürften. Jacks Hemd war aufgeknöpft, seine weißen Boxershorts nicht imstande die Erektion escort kadiköy zu verbergen, die deutlich hervorstand. Tony schluckte nervös und versuchte seine Aufmerksamkeit auf Chase zu lenken, der ihn mit funkelnden grünen Augen herausfordernd ansah. Tony räusperte sich, suchte nach Worten. “Ich will nicht stören, werde dann wieder gehen,” nuschelte er in sich hinein und machte Anstalten seine Wanderung wieder aufzunehmen.

“Das ist nicht nötig,” wisperte Jack, legte eine seiner schlanken Hände um Tonys Hals und zog ihn mit übermenschlicher Leichtigkeit an sich. In Tonys verwirrter Wahrnehmung, blitzten die leuchtend gelben Augen des Vampirs auf, verschmolzen mit Chases strahlend weißen Eckzähnen, die in ihrer Länge sichtbar wurden, als er erwartungsvoll den Mund öffnete. Nur für einen Moment, dann bedeckte Jack seine Lippen mit den eigenen, nahm ihm den Atem. Die Welt um ihn begann sich zu drehen, versank in einem wilden Taumel, als Jack jeden Tagtraum, den Tony jemals hätte haben können, in seiner Leidenschaft mühelos übertraf. Tony rang nach Luft, wollte den Kuss nicht aufgeben, auf das kunstfertige Spiel der Zunge nicht verzichten.

Er zuckte zusammen, riss die Augen auf, die sich im Rausch der Empfindungen geschlossen hatten, als er neben Jacks vertrauten Fingern noch zwei andere, rauere wahrnahm.

“Chase!” Er schnappte verwirrt nach Luft, begann zu stammeln. “Aber ihr…. euer Band…. escort bayan ich dachte…!”

“Mach dir keine Gedanken,” flüsterte Jack zärtlich in sein Ohr, fuhr mit Zunge und Lippen sacht über die empfindliche Haut.

“Du gehörst zu uns!” Fassungslos, willenlos, ließ sich Tony von vier Armen in das Zimmer ziehen, in dem es betörend nach Moschus duftete, während das Licht einen unvergleichlich weichen Glanz angenommen hatte, der in Tony den Wunsch weckte, darin zu versinken. Statt dessen fühlte er sich emporgehoben, schwebte für einen Augenblick und wurde schließlich sanft in seidenen Kissen gebettet.

Federleichte Finger glitten über seinen Körper, und nur durch den kühlen Luftzug, der mit einem Mal seine nackte Haut streifte, registrierte er überhaupt, dass seine Kleidung wie von Zauberhand verschwunden war. Er bebte leicht, seufzte auf, als sich ein warmer, fester Körper auf ihn legte, zärtliche Hände ihn liebkosten, blinzelte und erschauerte zugleich bei dem Anblick des schimmernden Blaus, das ihn in Jacks Augen hypnotisierte.

Der blonde Mann lächelte, berührte behutsam Tonys Wange und drehte seinen Kopf langsam, aber bestimmt zur Seite, um den sonnengebräunten Hals frei zu legen. Tony sog die Luft ein, als scharfe Zähne seine Haut durchstießen, als der Geruch von Blut seine Sinne erfüllte, und als er für einen Moment sicher war, die Erde hätte aufgehört sich zu drehen. Er stöhnte leise, als die Empfindungen escort ataşehir ihn zu überwältigen drohten, das Gefühl geliebt und gebraucht zu werden, seine Sinne erfüllte.

Sein Mund wurde wieder bedeckt, sein wohliges Seufzen erstickt, aufgesogen von harten, fordernden Küssen, während ein Blitz in seinem Inneren aufzuckte, die Flammen, die in seinen Leisten emporloderten, Zeugnis ablegten für die gekonnten Bewegungen, mit denen Chases Hände seinen Penis zum Leben erweckten.

Jacks ersehntes Gewicht hatte sich beinahe unmerklich zur Seite verlagert, war dem des jüngeren Mannes gewichen, der seine Lippen und seine Zunge verschlang, und gleichzeitig seinen Körper in Ekstase versetzte. Kaum nahm Tony wahr, dass Jack die Zähne aus seinem Hals gezogen und die Wunde mit seiner Zunge verschlossen hatte, ein Gefühl der Glückseligkeit folgte dem nächsten, wurde zu einer ebenso unerträglichen wie süßen Qual, als Chase in einer einzigen, fließenden Bewegung seinen Unterleib anhob und machtvoll in ihn eindrang.

Er schrie auf, als die Verbindung von Schmerz und Lust ihn überwältigte, erreichte einen nie da gewesenen Höhepunkt, als Jacks erfahrene Hände ihn zusammen mit Chases harten Stößen zu den Sternen katapultierten.

Schweißbedeckt und schweratmend fuhr Tony hoch, blinzelte in die undurchdringlich scheinende Dunkelheit. Seine Erektion pochte schmerzhaft und seine eigenen Versuche Luft zu holen, rasselten laut in seinen Ohren.

“Nur ein Traum, zum Glück nur ein Traum,” entfuhr es ihm in die Stille hinein.

Er strich sich seine feuchten Strähnen aus der Stirn bevor er mit einem Seufzer in die glatten Kissen zurücksank, unsicher, zweifelnd, wider aller Vernunft wünschend, dass die Illusion ihn wieder in ihren Bann ziehe.

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Over the last several years I have had a growing desire to feel what it likes to be penetrated anal. I have always been straight and thought straight, I have only ever had feelings for and felt attraction for women. Over the years I have had several girlfriends that were open minded enough to help me achieve this. So I started like everything else I tend to do and did some research online. So I started small, and found that I really enjoyed it. I worked at stretching my butt to accept larger and larger toys. The goal was to be able to comfortably accept a strap on from my girlfriend.

About 6 months ago I finally reached my goal and was fucked slow at first and then harder and faster, and I was hooked. I loved having my ass pounded, it helped that she was really into it. I think for me that is the key, I have had girlfriends that weren’t into it and it just wasn’t enjoyable for me.

So the more we played the more I wanted, so I started watching bisexual porn, almost to the exclusion of any other porn. I started to crave the feeling of a real cock, not only in my ass but also in my mouth. This lead to cum play with my partner, she would suck me off and share my load with me.

So a couple weeks ago I decided I was going to go for it and try to have my first real bisexual experience. So joined an adult site and within about a week I had meet someone and we set up a meet. I did all the usual tests and made sure he was free from STD’s as I just want the expense and not the gift that keeps on giving. So we set it up for Friday night.

There was things that I clearly wanted to do in this meeting. I knew that I wanted to stroke another man’s cock, and feel him in my mouth and my ass. While I had swallowed tons of my own cum, I wasn’t sure what I would actually do if he started to cum when I had him in my mouth. escort acıbadem So I was going to play that part by ear, but it was on my list to try….

Friday night came and I met “John” at the house at the agreed upon time. I was a lot nervous as I really wanted to have a women there as I really have no attraction to men, and explained that there would be no kissing. John knew that I had never been with a man before and he assured me that we would only do what I wanted. John is about 12 years older than I am and was surprised at how much that impacted the evening. So I went inside and we sat on the couch and John put on a gay porn dvd, I have tried to watch gay porn in the past, but it never did anything for me, to be honest I have always found it to be kind of comical.

John asked me again if I had never been with another man and I assured him that I hadn’t so he slid next to me on the couch and started playing with my cock. I couldn’t help but think how cliché this all felt. I think John sensed that I was feeling a little shy and he reached over and grabbed my hand and placed it his cock. So there I was feeling another man’s cock through his sweats, my mind was racing and my heart was pounding. Was I really doing this!!!

After a few minutes of feeling each other through out pants I figured let’s do it, and dropped my pants, John went right for my cock and started stroking me off. John, stopped playing with me long enough to pull his pants down, and there I was staring at my first cock, and it was beautiful. I started stroking him like I would stroke myself. I thought to myself it’s now or never and I got on my knees and got up close and personal with his cock. I was surprised at how much different it felt from my own. After being that close I knew istanbul eskort I wanted it in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cock, to feel it getting harder in my mouth. So I slowly lowered my mouth over his cock and it was great.

There I was kneeling in front of a man that I just met with his cock getting hard in my mouth, and I was loving every minute of it. I sucked on him for a couple minutes and just took my time exploring his cock. The shaft was so hard but the head was soft and squishy, and I loved having it in my mouth. I looked up at John and he was enjoying it so I must have been doing something right. I looked over at the TV and there two guys in a 69, so I looked at John and said that we could do that, and he agreed. So several minutes we were in position, I was on all 4’s above John with his cock in my mouth. I alternated sucking with stroking, I tried to do what I enjoyed and mimic what my previous partners had done. It wasn’t long before I realized that John was moaning and started bucking his hips. So thinking he was about to cum I wanted to see it, so I lifted up my head and started stroking him. After a few minutes of stroking he didn’t cum so I went back to sucking him. I can’t really describe the feeling of having him thrust into my mouth while I was sucking on him. I was so into sucking on him that I didn’t even realize that he had just cum in my mouth, not only that but I swallowed every drop and didn’t even think about it. Well I guess I could check that off my list.

So now John and I are sitting on the floor leaning against the couch and all I can think about is feeling that cock sliding in and out of my ass. So looking up at the TV there was one guy banging away at another and I said we can do that next, and that’s when John informed me that he wouldn’t be escort şerifali able to get hard again. Speaking of getting hard, I was soft as a limp noodle, and apparently had been most of the time. I have had this experience with women while eating pussy. I get so focused on what I am doing that I get soft. But with women I harden right back up when it’s time to go to work. That was not the case with John… I don’t know if it was the porn or the fact that there wasn’t a women there but it took me forever to get an erection. But I finally did, and John being a good host, finished me off in style and swallowed every drop. So after some small talk and discussing a possible ongoing meeting, it was over. I was back in my car on my way home.

I think I worried most about this exact moment, how I would feel knowing that I had just sucked another guy off. Would I enjoy it so much that I would swear off women, would this be a one and done, or something that I would want to add to my sexual playbook. The one feeling I didn’t expect was the one that I had. The best way to describe this experience was Meh… It was fun, but I may have been expecting more than it was. I was a little disappointed to not have him in my ass, but it is what it is.

My mind was racing, I had just sucked of and swallowed a man, and I enjoyed it, but why was it so hard for me to get hard? I still want to be with women, and have no desire to be with a man one on one again. I know that is not my thing. Would I be the bottom of a 69 with a women while she is getting her pussy pounded and he slides it out of her pussy and into my mouth for me to suck on for a while? Hell yes, he could either cum in her pussy and I’ll eat it out or he could cum in my mouth and I’ll still eat her out.

I still very much want to have a cock in my ass, one of my fantasies is to have my ass pounded while eating pussy and having my cock sucked. I can dear to dream right. Will I ever see John again, probably not without a women? I am grateful for the experience, and how gentile it was, I have read many horror stories about bad first experiences.

So this is to be continued….

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Growing up in a small town in the northern Midwest, I had not experienced a lot of gay sexual action. I was actually not gay, but had always been curious about what it would be like to be with another man and suck his cock.

When I was 18 in high school I had an oral sex session with one of my friends from the drama club (I know what you’re thinking…but, I am actually a Jock Type, an injury forced me to miss a season from fall sports, and to get out of the house and meet chicks, I joined the drama club for one year).

Anyway, my friend from drama and I had thrown a Xmas party and after all the girls left we got to talking about sex and he told me he was gay. One thing led to another and before I knew we had each other’s cock in our mouths, in a 69 in the middle of his living room. He finished me off, but I panicked and left before he finished. That was my only gay experience until I left home and went to college the following fall, though I had begun to fantasize more and more about sucking cock.

When I got to college, things were going pretty well. I had made a bunch of new friends and we hung out and partied a lot. One day we were flipping through some porno mags in the dorms, talking about how hot the girls were, when one of the guys mentioned that there was an adult bookstore in town and we should run over there and get some new porn. In the car on the way there, we all admitted that we had never been to a store like that (most of us were just barely 18 years old), and we did not know what to expect.

When we arrived, man, what a dive! We walked in and the place was just filthy inside and out. The walls were yellow with cigarette smoke; the floors were old worn out institutional-type tile that was grey from the years of traffic on it. Inside the store were racks and racks and racks of dildoes, rubber pussies, various odds and ends sex toys, and the freakiest skin mags you could ever want to see.

What a shocker for a small town kid like me! I loved it! The magazines were divided into areas of the store based on their content, you know soft core here, hard core there, gay in the corner, bondage up front, etc. We all walked around the store perusing the magazines, carefully avoiding the gay ones! I learned a lot about my buddies (the perverts), based on what section they spent the longest time in. Finally, the group decided it was time to get going (having bought nothing) when one of the guys pointed down a hallway and asked escort çekmeköy if anyone knew what was back that way.

None of us had been down the hall, so as a herd, we all went back. What we found was a series of narrow doors, all right next to one another on both sides of the hall.

One of the guys opened a door and said “Hey, there’s a TV in here!”

We all opened a different door and saw that there were TVs in each little room, along with a chair, a roll of paper towels, and a waste basket. Mounted on the wall next to the TV was a box like you see on the sides of the little plastic cars and ponies that are always outside of Department stores, you know the ones where you put in a quarter and a kid can ride the merry-go-round for a minute. Anyway, we all dug down in our pockets until everyone had a quarter, then went into the booths and dropped in the quarter. Immediately my TV screen lit up and I could see a well hung black guy railing away on a pretty white woman. There was enough light in the booth that I could now see a remote control mounted next to the TV. I pushed the button and surfed through the channels and I saw every kind of porno ever made. Gay, straight, she-male, inter-racial, fatties, it had all of them. I found I paused longer on the gay ones than anything else. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I could see that there was light coming into my booth from the booth next to me. I looked over and saw a hole about 4 inches across cut into the wall at about waist level.

“That’s weird,” I thought “why would someone put a hole there?”

Then the reason for the hole hit me!!!

Before long, my quarter’s worth of porn was over and we all left the store talking about how “gross” the peep shows were.

“Did you see the hole so fags can suck cock?”

“Fucking fags…”

“That’s just wrong…”

I chimed in too, but I knew in the back of my head that I would be going back. As soon as we got back to the dorms, I told the guys I was going over to my girlfriend’s dorm. Then I got in my car and went right back to the porn store, making a stop at the laundry mat for quarters (I hadn’t figured out that they would make change at the store).

I parked in the back of the store and went in, noticing that were more cars in the lot. I walked right back to the peep show booths. I walked into the one on the end, sat down, and dropped a quarter into the istanbul eskort machine. I switched the channels until I found a movie with two hot guys sucking each other’s cock, and I began to rub myself through my pants. I noticed that my hands were cold and I was nervous about what I was doing, and it took awhile for my cock to get hard. Just as I was unzipping my pants to haul out my half cock I heard a door open down the hall, then a shadow passed over the hole in the booth next to me and then I saw it go dark as the door closed. I then heard a bunch of quarters drop into the machine and the light from the TV lit the hole back up. I reached up and dropped a few more quarters into my machine and then I quietly leaned over and peeked through the hole.

I could see, from the waist down, a man standing there wearing jeans and a light jacket. He was obviously fit because there was no belly stretching the t-shirt under his open jacket. He flipped through the channels until he found what he wanted, then just unbuckled his pants and let them drop to his ankles. His cock was already half hard and I could see it push against the front of his grey boxer-briefs. He began to rub his cock through the briefs and it grew harder, soon he pushed his underwear down with his pants and stood there stroking his now fully erect cock. It was beautiful! His cock was probably 7 inches long, arrow-straight, and uncircumcised. When he rolled the foreskin back to reveal a perfectly shaped cock head I could see that it was ever so slightly upturned. His cock stood out from his blond pubic hair pointed slightly up towards his belly.

He stood there playing with his cock for a few moments, sliding the foreskin back and forth over the head, then he turned it directly towards the hole where I was peeking in. He shook it right at me a couple of times then stepped up to the hole in the wall and shoved his dick right into the hole. I pulled back for a second, scared of what to do, and then I hesitantly reached out and took his cock in my hand. It was fantastic. This was only the second cock, other than my own that I had ever touched. It felt wonderful, bigger than my own. The shaft was rigid, like steel, but yet soft and rubbery all at once. The skin on the cock slid back and forth a lot more than it did on my own circumcised prick.

I just sat there and stroked my hand up and down on this strangers cock. That cock which belonged to a man whose face escort içerenköy I had never even seen. I just stroked it, lost in my own euphoria, when I heard a harsh whisper say “suck it, man.”

Well, now I had come to the moment of truth. Without any hesitation, I leaned forward and engulfed the end of his cock with my mouth. God it felt big! I worked my mouth around and around the head of his cock, darting my tongue inside and around the foreskin as I listened to him moan through the thin wall. Then I pulled the foreskin all the way back, so that the spongy-firm mushroom cap was all the way exposed.

I bobbed my face up and down twisting my head from side to side as I worked that cock like a man possessed. I sucked and slurped and face fucked him with gusto.

Then, I heard whisper harshly “That’s it man, but less teeth.” (Hey, I was new to this).

So, I wrapped my lips back around my teeth like I had seen my girlfriend do, got my lips really wet, and went back to bobbing up and down on the fat cock pointing at me through a hole in the wall. I worked up a mouthful of spit and spat it into my palm, and I then started using my hand to stroke up and down the thick hard shaft of the cock while I bobbed on the head.

I was in heaven, and I wanted this moment to go on forever but without warning, I felt the head of that prick swell up in the back of my mouth and with a muffled grunt through the stall wall, the stranger started Cumming…RIGHT IN MY MOUTH!!! Oh god, my mouth filled with a load of hot, slightly salty and sweet tasting cum.

As I kept bobbing my mouth and stroking my hand on his cock, I could feel my own load churning in my balls. Before he shot his last blast, I was cumming too. Without even realizing it, I had been using my other hand to jack my cock. I moaned and grunted and blasted a huge load of cum right onto my boots. As I swallowed down that load of hot cum, the guy pulled his own cock out of my mouth and hand and into his own stall. I watched as he used a paper towel to clean up his cock, and then stuffed it into his pants, still half hard. Then he opened the door and left. I sat there for a few minutes, catching my breath, then straightened myself up and headed out of the booth.

As I walked past the counter, the 20-something guy who was working behind the counter (someone who I would suck and be sucked by several times in the future) smiled a kind of funny, lopsided grin at me.

“You missed some.” He said, and pointed at my feet.

I looked down to see that my work boots had several blasts of my milky white cum sitting right on the toes. I mumbled something at the guy and walked out of the store…swearing I would never be back. That promise held up for only about two weeks. But that’s another story

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Chapter Two

Two Weeks Later

“God, I’ll be glad when this damn thing comes off,” Trace muttered as he drove back up to the little mountainside resort he’d been staying at the last two weeks. Before he’d left home, he’d had to assure the chief that he’d find a doctor to see while he was gone. According to the guy he’d found, his arm was slowly mending, though it looked like he’d be in the brace for longer than he’d originally thought. As he pulled up in front of the cabin he was alarmed to see the door propped open. “What the hell?”

He reached over and pulled his pistol out of the glove box and was careful not to make any sounds as he climbed out of the truck with Hercules at his heels. Deciding not to risk the sound of the door closing he approached the cabin cautiously. He listened carefully and when he heard sounds he sent Hercules in ahead of him, for all he knew, there could be a gun trained on the open doorway, and Hercules was much more equipped to act quickly.

He heard a yell only seconds before he heard the sound of a door slam followed by Hercules’s frantic barking and preparing himself for anything he might encounter, Trace flicked the safety off and made his way into the cabin. Instead of finding someone on the floor like he had at home, he found Hercules in front of the bathroom door, clawing frantically at the wood in an attempt to get in.

“Hercules come,” Trace ordered as he moved around until he was crouched behind the couch, his pistol aimed at the door. Once the dog was at his side he called out, “Come out slowly and keep your hands where I can see them.”

“I’m not coming out there with that damn dog,” answered a deep voice.

“You don’t have a choice,” Trace answered. “You can come out, or he’ll come in, it makes no difference to me.”

“Fine, hold your fuckin horses, I’ll come out,” said the same voice only moments before the door started to slowly open.

Trace heard Hercules growling ferociously beside him, but kept his gaze trained on the door and the figure that stepped slowly through it, the man’s eyes instantly focusing on Trace and the gun that would have been trained at his head if he hadn’t been so tall.

“Who the fuck are you?” Trace asked through clenched teeth. Damn, e could feel himself hardening in his jeans at the mere sight of the stud standing in front of him. ‘Stop thinking with the wrong head’ Trace thought to himself. Despite his resolve, his eyes travelled the length of the man who must be over six foot. Deep blue eyes stared back at him and instead of the fear that Trace had expected to see, they held a hint of anger.

“I’m the damn owner of this place,” the man answered angrily

“The owner I remember was older,” Trace answered back. Granted it had been quite a while since he’d been here, but he remembered that much.

“You probably remember my grandfather; he died about five years ago and left the place to me. Now call your fucking dog off and point that damn gun somewhere else.”

“In a minute,” Trace replied casually as he got to his feet. “What were you doing in here?”

“I just came to replace your towels and clean up. I don’t like to intrude on my guests and so I wait until they are out and about, just like a maid service would do in a hotel. Do you even have a damn permit for that gun?”

Trace couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up in him, he couldn’t see anyone meaning to do him harm as worrying about him having a permit. ‘Just cause it would be out of the ordinary doesn’t mean it couldn’t happen’ the voice in his head told him.

“Let me see your driver’s license,” Trace ordered as he moved out from behind the couch with Hercules standing guard next to him.

“Why the fuck would I give you my license,” the man asked angrily.

“Maybe because I’m the one holding a gun and the one who has a dog that really wants to rip you to pieces,” Trace told him.

“Fuck,” the man answered as he reached behind him.

“Slowly,” escort yakacık Trace ordered as Hercules growls intensified even more.

Trace watched as the man slowly pulled his wallet from the back pocket of his shorts. Even not knowing for sure who the people who wanted him dead were, the address on the license would give him a good idea of whether or not this guy was who he claimed to be. He studied the proffered license carefully before lowering his pistol and giving Hercules his release command.

“Sorry about that,” Trace told the man.

“You should be. After that I should throw your fucking ass out,” the man Trace now knew as Jackson Montgomery spat at him.

Trace sighed as he put the safety back on and tucked the pistol at the base of his back. He contemplated his options as Jackson studied him. The direct gaze made Trace uneasy as he felt like the other man was looking right through him. “Should?” Trace questioned, surprised at the choice of words.

“I haven’t decided yet,” Jackson confirmed. “Figure I can at least give you a chance to explain what the hell just happened before I make up my mind.”

“What if I can’t?” Trace asked. He knew next to nothing about Jackson and wasn’t entirely sure that he wanted to tell the man what he was doing hiding out in the cabin. It wasn’t just a matter of trust, but Trace also didn’t want to involve anyone else in the mess that his life had become over the last few weeks.

“Then you’re out of here,” Jackson answered as he took a step closer. Unfortunately for him, Hercules took the move as threatening and instantly bristled and started growling next to his master. “Could you at least lock the dog up until I’m gone?”

“He’ll behave,” Trace answered as he gave a whispered command to Hercules that had the dog lying down next to him, tongue lolling out of his mouth.

“I’m Trace,” he told the other man, holding his hand out.

“Jackson Montgomery,” Jackson answered, taking the hand but keeping a wary eye on the dog. “So are you going to tell me what the hell just happened?”

“It would be safer for you if you didn’t know,” Trace told him, trying to buy himself some time.

“I am perfectly capable of looking out for myself,” Jackson answered frostily.

“Doesn’t look like it from here,” Trace mumbled low enough that he didn’t figure Jackson would hear.

“If I had any inkling that I needed to be on my guard I would have been, but I didn’t expect to be attacked in one of my own cabins. I’m a former Marine and have been trained in more defense maneuvers than you could ever imagine, so whatever the hell is going on, spit it out or pack up your shit and get the hell off of my property.”

A sigh escaped Trace’s lips as he realized he really had no choice. The chief had made it pretty clear that he didn’t want him to come back until either he had time to heal or they caught the bastards behind the shooting. They had learned that it was in fact all connected to the drug dealer he had arrested and according to the guy they had in custody, Trace was far from being safe.

“I guess if you’re going to force the issue, I’m going to need a cup of coffee before we get into it,” Trace relented reluctantly and made his way over to the small coffeepot on the counter. “Would you like a cup?”

“Not of that swill,” Jackson answered, a ghost of a smile showing on his lips. “I actually have some better stuff in the cabin that I live in, if you’re interested, but the dog stays here.”

“The dog goes,” Trace shot back. “He can stay outside on the porch but that’s as far as I’m willing to go with it. I owe that dog more than you could even possibly imagine.”

“Fine,” Jackson conceded as he cautiously made his way to the door, “but he stays outside.”

Trace grinned as he followed Jackson out of the cabin, Hercules trotting along at his side. He still wasn’t sure he wanted to confide in the man in front of him, bayan escort istanbul but realized he had no choice if he wanted to stay where he was at. His eyes drifted down to study the perfect ass in front of him as he followed Jackson past a few of the other cabins. As he walked, and ogled, he couldn’t help but wonder what a former Marine was doing changing someone else’s sheets and bringing them fresh towels. He was so intent on his own thoughts that he failed to notice that Jackson had stopped and ran into him. Without thinking, he wrapped his good arm around Jackson from behind to help steady both of them.

“Sorry about that,” Trace mumbled, strangely reluctant to release his grip on the other man. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Jackson answered, biting back a cry of denial as he forced himself to step from the arms that were wrapped around him. There was no way he was going to admit that he’d enjoyed the brief contact, at least not until he knew what they guy’s story was. “Come on in and have a seat while I get the coffee going, just remember the dog stays outside,” Jackson told him as he opened the door to his cabin and led the way inside.

“Stay Hercules,” Traced ordered before following Jackson inside. He glanced around and noticed that while the cabin had the same layout as his; it was quite a bit larger.

“You can sit anywhere, I’ll only be a minute,” Jackson told him before making his way into the kitchen.

Trace heard the slam of cupboard doors as he walked around, looking at some of the pictures on the wall. He came across one of Jackson with the man who Trace remembered from his visits to the cabins as a kid. Despite having already known from the driver’s license, Trace felt a little better at seeing proof that Jackson had been telling him the truth.

“That the guy you remembered?” Jackson asked, pulling Trace’s attention away from the picture to find Jackson leaning on the doorframe leading in from the kitchen.

“Yeah it is,” Trace answered as he took in the muscled arms that were folded across the wide chest. He had no doubt that the chest underneath the t-shirt would have been just as muscled. ‘Knock it off’ Trace told himself. ‘He probably doesn’t even swing that way, and all you’d get is a good pounding if you tried anything.’

“So where you from?” Jackson asked as he waited for the coffee to finish up so that they could get down to the heart of the matter. For the most part he was just looking to make conversation as he studied the man who was standing in his living room. The man was closer to his type than he really wanted to admit, considering the fact that he was a customer, there seemed to be a neon sign in his mind telling him to back off.

“A couple hours away from here,” Trace told him, purposely not providing the exact details of where he was from. He hoped that after Jackson heard his story he would understand the vagueness of some of his answers a bit better.

“That doesn’t tell me much,” Jackson answered as his eyes roamed the length of Trace’s body. The other man had to be at least close to six foot, considering he only stood a couple of inches shorter than his own six two. As his eyes moved back up to the other man’s face, he was met with a deep hazel gaze. The smile put him a little more at ease until he remembered the whole reason for this meeting. The man that he was practically drooling over had not only pulled a gun on him, but the man’s dog had nearly attacked him.

“Looks like the coffee is done,” Trace murmured as he watched Jackson’s eyes kind of glaze over with disinterest. He had noticed Jackson looking him over and had wondered if he was interested, but before he could do anything to find out one way or another, Jackson’s eyes had become hooded.

“Guess it is,” Jackson told him dispassionately as he turned and filled a couple of mugs before walking back into the living room. He handed one of the cups to Trace before escort bağdat caddesi taking a seat in the lone chair in the room and motioning towards the couch. “Sit, and start talking.”

“I don’t even know where to start,” Trace admitted. When he’d first come up to the cabins, the last thing he had expected was to have to explain his situation to anybody.

“Maybe you could start with why you’re packing and why you felt the need to pull it on me,” Jackson suggested, a slight hint of steel in his voice.

“It’s as good a place as any I guess,” Trace answered, though his heart really wasn’t in it. He was half afraid that even once Jackson had heard the explanation that he would still make him pack up and get out. “I’m a cop a couple of hours from here, and Hercules out there is a retired police dog,” Trace started haltingly. He continued to relay the events of the last few weeks to Jackson, making sure to include the parts that Hercules had a paw in.

Jackson had gotten up a few times to refill their coffee mugs, but other than that he sat in the chair and remained silent. No nuances of emotions crossed his face to give Trace an idea of what was going on his head, giving Trace no idea as to how Jackson was taking the news of what had transpired. When the story finally wound down, Trace felt emotionally exhausted and just sat and cradled the coffee cup in his hands. A movement from the chair pulled his gaze to Jackson and he watched as the other man got up and went to the door. He was pleasantly surprised when he opened the door and called to Hercules. Knowing that the dog probably wouldn’t respond to a stranger, Trace managed to croak out the dogs name and within seconds the dog was padding his way across the threshold to sit next to his owner.

“Sounds like you’ve been through the wringer,” Jackson finally commented as he regained his seat.

“Guess you could say that,” Trace answered. “I can understand your edginess, but since they don’t know where you went, you should be safe,” Jackson told him thoughtfully. “Do you honestly believe that they would have tracked you to here?”

“I don’t know at this point, guess it depends on how determined they are,” Trace told him. “I made sure I wasn’t followed out of the city, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m completely safe.”

“If it makes you feel any better, staying here is by reservation only and there are no more incoming guests on the schedule.”

“That don’t mean they won’t show up though,” Trace reminded him. “They wouldn’t be coming here with the intent of staying, they would only be coming to finish me off.”

“True, but now I’ll know to be suspicious of anybody else showing up. I’ll do my best to help keep you safe, but I can’t promise you anything. If they do come, they’ll be expecting you to be on your own and they’ll be expecting the dog, but they won’t be expecting me.”

“This isn’t your fight,” Trace told him. “If they show up you need to just stay out of it, I’m not going to have anybody else hurt because of me.”

“Regardless of whether this is my fight or not, if they show up here then they’re bringing the fight to me. You seem to forget that I was a Marine and I don’t back down from a fight,” Jackson told him.

“Well, then I guess I’d better hope even now more than ever that they don’t show up,” Trace told him before standing up. “Thanks for the coffee, but I think I’m going to head back to my cabin.”

“You okay?” Jackson asked with concern.

“I’ll be fine, just have some things to think about,” Trace told him as he headed towards the door. He was surprised to see Hercules hadn’t left his spot on the floor. “Come on Hercules,” Trace ordered and once the dog was at his side he headed out the door and began walking towards is cabin.

“Hey Trace?” Jackson’s voice stopped him, but Trace didn’t turn around.

“Yeah?”

“If you have any problems, just dial star two six nine and it will ring through to my cabin. If you can’t stay on the line then just leave the phone off the hook.

“Yeah, I’ll be sure to do that,” Trace told him before continuing his walk. He knew that should anything happen, the last thing he was going to do was call Jackson. The other man might have been a former Marine, but Trace had no intentions of involving anyone else in the situation.

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